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#44: shaved
"I'm sorry Kyungsoo hyung couldn't come," says Sehun, muffled behind his mask.
They're standing by the gates, under the huge Nonsan Training Centre sign.
Baekhyun smiles, genuine, hopes it shows in his eyes. "Nah, I saw him last night."
He runs his hand through the prickly edges of his shaved head, like fresh-cut grass.
The memory of Kyungsoo's fingers in his hair, his tummy pressed to the bony end of Baekhyun's shoulder. Baekhyun sitting on the edge of his bathtub. Kyungsoo hovering over him, an electric razor in his hand as he runs the clipper down one side of Baekhyun's head.
Kyungsoo's hand is big, and strong, and soft.
I look ridiculous, says Baekhyun, watching their reflections in the mirror.
Good, says Kyungsoo, his low voice reverberating off the bathroom walls.
Baekhyun laughs. Wow, hurtful.
Kyungsoo chews his upper lip. Can't have you looking good in a building full of men.
Oh.
Baekhyun buries his head in Kyungsoo's chest. Warm, like home. I'm gonna miss you.
Kyungsoo's hand wraps around the back of Baekhyun's neck, his lips pressing to the crown of Baekhyun's head. Grounding, like an achor. It'll be over before you know it.
"Baekhyun!" calls Baekbeom, waving him over.
Baekhyun grins. "Coming!"
In the pocket of his jacket, Baekhyun's fingers tighten around the dog tag in his hand.
Kyungsoo's dog tag.
It'll all be over before he knows it.
baeksoo-times
chen and sehun ganging up on chanyeol...
#42: door
"Why the fuck is it so thick?" Jongdae complains, muffled from behind the closed door.
"I don't know. Why is your hole so tiny?" retorts Baekhyun, also muffled from the other side of the door.
On this side of the door, Chanyeol muffles a snicker into his own hand.
Sehun, crouched above him, shoves him on the shoulder. "Shut up," he hisses.
Jongin smacks Sehun on the hip. "You shut up." He leans closer to the door, ear nearly pressed to the wooden surface.
"We can just try, I guess," says Baekhyun.
"Just -- warn me when you're gonna put it in," says Jongdae.
Baekhyun starts counting down: "One, two --"
"Ow, ow, ow -- fuck, Baekhyun, I think that tore me, man, what the hell?"
"Uh," says Baekhyun, nearly inaudibly. Chanyeol, Jongin and Sehun press themselves right up against the door, limbs positioned at awkward angles. "I guess we can try lubricating it, or something."
Jongdae's loud, affronted gasp is nothing short of hysterical. "Fuck no."
"What are you doing?" asks Minseok so suddenly from behind Jongin that it startles all three of them.
A lot of things happen in an instant -- Jongin slips and his foot catches around Sehun's ankle who also slips and falls on Chanyeol's back. Chanyeol, trying to stay balanced on his two (left) feet, impulsively grab onto the only non-human thing in reach -- the door handle.
The door swings open.
Chanyeol, Jongin and Sehun all stumble into the room in a chaotic pile.
Behind them, Minseok tuts, shaking his head. "Seriously, what exactly are you doing?"
Chanyeol pushes the two dead weights above him off his body and heaves himself up to find both Baekhyun and Jongdae staring at them. Jongdae is holding onto his own left ear protectively as Baekhyun holds up in his hand what is very obviously... an ear stud.
"Ha ha," says Chanyeol. He flashes them both a sheepish grin. No one responds. Before the silence grows too long, Chanyeol blurts out, "You still need the lube?"
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