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花少不愁没有颜色 我把树叶都染红 fic bits and other assorted stuff

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what's your favorite shimin fic?

currently, elirian_19's superhero wip BUT i'm just waiting for it to turn sad and someone to die tbqh

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@anon

school and exams have been sort of hectic lately but i do intend on writing one of your prompts (soon? soonish?) just to let you know, i'm sorry

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nobody said it was easy

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makes the heart grow fonder

Siwon's too tired for anything but sleeping. He cuddles up to Sungmin, wrapping his arms around his chest and still pressing light kisses against his cheeks. Sungmin laughs and squirms as hot breath lands against his ear but Siwon keeps him tight in place. The kisses continue except now they're interjected with soft whispers of words he can barely catch, but he hears 'I love you' and 'beautiful' at least twice. He flushes and buries himself under the blankets and closer to Siwon, hiding his smile against Siwon's shoulder.

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(i'm so sorry that this is late and, um, i hope it's sort of what you wanted?)

    Siwon comes in soaked on Thursday morning, just when the owner, Heechul, was about to leave. Heechul gives him a long, disdainful look before flouncing out, calling ‘don’t disturb my workers’ behind his shoulder.

Siwon sits miserably on the chair closest to the door and waits for someone to come out. Most weekday mornings were quiet in the café and this weekend, with it’s almost constant drizzle and biting cold wind meant that there were far fewer people in the small café. The radio was on a low volume, quietly playing an old song that Siwon only vaguely recognised.

He can hear someone rattling from behind the counter and it’s a few minutes before Sungmin comes out, with an apron tied loosely around his waist and a stack of paper coffee cups. He drops the cups besides the coffee machine, humming softly, before he realises that the only customer present is Siwon.

“What are you doing?” he asks, the concern instant in his voice. “You have class now.”

Siwon raises an arm of his damp jacket and clears his throat from embarrassment. “I got wet accidentally”

The side of Sungmin’s mouth twitches in amusement as he leans his elbows on the counter, raising an eyebrow. “And you’re <i>here</i> because? Why aren’t you going to change?”

“I left my keys at home so I’m locked out until Donghae comes home. And he’s not picking his phone up.”

Sungmin laughs at him, untying his apron and dropping out of sight behind the counter. “Come here, you idiot.”

Siwon meekly gets up and follows, determinedly ignoring the wet patch that he leaves behind on the chair. Sungmin ushers him into the backroom while tugging his jacket off him and leaves it atop a cardboard box. He forces him to sit on a wooden chair in the centre, then busies himself rooting around in the cupboards.

“I’m sorry about this,” Siwon says, pulling his damp t-shirt away from his stomach.

“It’s fine. How did you manage this though?”

There’s a pause before Siwon says tiredly, “Don’t laugh,” which has Sungmin spinning around to watch him. “I was talking to the coach and then I slipped into the pool.”

Sungmin, much to his credit, doesn’t laugh aloud. He bites his lip and turns back to the cupboard and his shaking shoulders are the only way Siwon can tell that he was silently laughing.

“You promised,” Siwon whines and Sungmin finally turns around with a towel in his hand.

“No, I didn’t,” he grins. “Take your shirt off.”

Siwon widens his eyes. “I don’t think that’s appropriate here. Someone could walk in and-”

“I was suggesting you get yourself dry so you don’t get ill,” Sungmin says flatly. “Not that I would fuck you here, of all places.”

“Oh,” Siwon says, pulling off his t-shirt and dropping it on the floor. Sungmin digs out a spare coat that Heechul had left behind a few days ago, insisting that it was perfectly fine to wear while making him a coffee, before leaving to the front to attend to a customer.

Once Siwon is dry and warmer, he pulls Heechul’s jacket on and wanders into the front of the counter. The cafe is still empty and the radio has been turned off. Sungmin is fiddling with the coffee machine and lets out a little sound when Siwon wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him close. He manages a kiss against Sungmin’s neck and another under the shell of his ear before the sound of the doorbells chiming has Sungmin twisting out of his grip.

Heechul looks distinctly unimpressed and Siwon flushes, embarrassed.

Sungmin’s hand finds his under the counter and it’s sort of alright, really.

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hi.

i am possibly willing to write any and all shimin drabbles that people want to throw my way.

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mornings

Siwon had once thought that Sungmin would be a morning person. After all, he did say that early to bed and early to rise was the best way of living - and Siwon knew that well, after all, because the times he came home late and tried texting Sungmin, he had gained no reply until early in the morning.

It’s the smile, Sungmin figures. Sungmin has the air of someone who is internally composed and forever unruffled, someone who wakes up knowing the tie they’re going to wear and what they’ll have for dinner.

The first time Sungmin sleeps over is an accident in that they had lost track of time and Siwon was almost reluctant to let Sungmin go into the storm that was raging outside. The gentlemanly side of him, perhaps, but Sungmin had agreed readily enough. They’re seven months into dating but, between Siwon’s long hours at the office and Sungmin’s photography career that sent him travelling to Japan almost at least once a month, the time they’ve spent together feels like much less.

Sungmin looks smaller in the oversize shirt that Siwon lets him borrow and he looks completely lost. Settling down onto the king sized bed - Siwon’s insistence, once again - there is a gulf of space between them. Siwon lets it be because he knows not to push his luck.

He wakes up to the smell omelettes and thinks he’s possibly in love.

So, after the first time, when he had woken up to omelettes and coffee (fresh from Starbucks and Siwon doesn’t even want to know how Sungmin had the energy to go find the nearest coffee shop but he’s definitely not complaining) and a Sungmin who’s hair was still damp from showering and mouth minty fresh, Siwon put a tick next to another thing about Sungmin that he had guessed correctly from the off.

It’s slightly infuriating to know that the list of things he had guessed correctly about Sungmin was short compared to the things he had discovered afterwards. Sungmin was not what he had expected.

The second time Sungmin sleeps over is after the first time they’ve had sex. They were fumbling at the beginning, teeth clacking, but they had found a rhythm that worked for both of them and Siwon fell asleep with his arms around Sungmin.

He wakes up with his arms around Sungmin and the sound of an alarm clock ringing. He blinks at the clock on the bedside table and briefly considers whether to just turn it off. He could easily cancel work for today but he had no idea when Sungmin planned on leaving. So, instead he gently nudges Sungmin awake.

“Nnngh,” Sungmin says, turning over to tuck himself into Siwon’s side.

Siwon melts something awful but, determined, he shifts away. Sungmin wraps an arm over Siwon’s side and buries his head into Siwon’s neck.

“Five more minutes,” he slurs, adds it with a quick, open-mouthed kiss to Siwon’s collarbone.

Siwon blinks down at him and kisses his hair. It’s quite cute how his hair was sticking in all directions.

(In five minutes, Siwon gets up and leaves Sungmin behind after Sungmin threatened something drastic to his arm. He makes breakfast for two and then has to wait an hour and a half before Sungmin finally comes out of Siwon’s bedroom, shirt falling off one shoulder, hair messy and eyes puffy.

“I hate you,” he says blearily, even as he moves to hug Siwon, hiding his face in his shoulders.)

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listen up (do as i say)

written bc sungmin calling the shots is the greatest thing

siwon remains still when sungmin’s hand cards through his hair gently. his other hand rests on his shoulder, thumb fanning out to brush the hollow of his neck. his touch is light, but siwon knows it doesn’t give him permission to move.

sungmin’s hands move to siwon’s collar and he tips siwon’s head up, smiling brightly. it’s almost deceiving and wets his lips, staring up at him. when sungmin leans in for a kiss, he tests the two ties that bind him to the chair. the knot is quite simple and loose, and he figures he could possibly undo them. sungmin pulls away. there’s a glint in his eyes, even as he presses another quick kiss to siwon’s cheek, one hand flat over his cheek.

“stop that,” he says and siwon instantly stills. the sound of the doorbell chimes through their apartment, and sungmin seems intent on ignoring it as he kisses siwon’s neck, always softly but with the barest hint of teeth. the doorbell chimes again, and again and once more, before sungmin rocks back, clearly frustrated at it.

one more chime and sungmin mumbles something under his breath. ‘wait’, he says, pats siwon almost absent-mindedly, before turning and leaving the bedroom.

siwon’s not worried. he’s not. he trusts sungmin, but being left naked and tied to a chair in the cold morning wasn’t something he was fond of. it was a game he knew sungmin liked to play. he liked to see how long he could spin it out, kiss, nip, tease siwon, until he begged for sungmin to touch him properly, to release him, anything. he’s not supposed to speak without sungmin letting him and sungmin always reminds him, even as he’s dropping his knees and kissing siwon’s cock.

but he doesn’t know why anyone would visit them today. and he doesn’t know how long they’d stay. and he doesn’t know how long it would be before sungmin comes back and finally takes pity on him. and that only serves to add to his frustration.

but he stays and closes his eyes instead.

he can hear sungmin’s voice and someone else’s - perhaps the neighbour? she was elderly, alone and often came over for a chat and tea. both their voices are low, and, after a few minutes, he heard the front door closing.

“you didn’t move,” sungmin says, almost wonderingly when he returned. “the ties aren’t on all that tight, you could have come out.”

“you didn’t say i could.” (and siwon hates it when sungmin doubts him, when sungmin is always expecting siwon to leave tomorrow so kisses him harder tonight, hates it when sungmin thinks there’s nothing to love but-)

sungmin smiles and drops to his knees. “i’m going to suck you. but you’re not going to come. and then, for being so good, i’ll let you fuck me. ok?”

relief. “yes, o-”

“and if you talk too much, i’ll get another tie and i’ll have to gag you. alright?”

siwon nods quickly.