#imprompt-too

[onenightandgone]

Warm (Drabble Challenge)

2. “Here, wear my jacket.” + Kyungsoo

The rain was falling steadily outside as you spent the morning hours tucked tightly against Kyungsoo. The blankets were wrapped snugly around the two of you, the laptop set across from you at the foot of the bed.

His fingers played in your hair, and he sighed softly as the first movie finished.

The credits rolled, and you poked him gently.

‘You pick next,’ you said.

Kyungsoo shook his head and smiled.

‘You can pick anything you want to watch,’ he said. He kissed the top of your head and sat back to let you at the laptop.

You felt him watching you carefully as you scrolled through the possible selections. You partially wondered at this cinematic freedom you had been granted. You tested it by hovering over something you knew he would think was stupid, looking back at him in curiosity.

Kyungsoo shrugged with the same sleepy smile pasted on his face.

You shook your head in disbelief and went back to scrolling.

‘I knew you were bluffing,’ he said, chuckling. He squeezed your leg playfully.

You quickly clicked on a random title without really looking at it, getting back up and hurrying back to the warmth of the blankets.

Kyungsoo held them up and wrapped both them and his arms around you.

Your heart skipped a beat as he settled around you with his chin on your shoulder.

It was halfway through the movie, with Kyungsoo fast asleep and tucked against you, that your phone went off on the bedside stand.

Kyungsoo whined as you leaned away from him to check it.

‘No, stay,’ he said with his voice muffled against your shoulder.

‘You’re so weird, I’m not going anywhere.’

This only prompted further whining as he clung to you more tightly.

‘I’m not weird, I just love you a lot,’ mumbled Kyungsoo.

You finally stretched yourself long enough to reach your phone, unlocking it as Kyungsoo dragged you back into his bubble. This time he used his legs as well, tying himself around you like a complicated sailor’s knot and pinning you in place.

He kissed your cheek, but didn’t retreat, leaving his lips pasted against your face for a few more moments.

‘What does Jae want?’

‘To go for coffee and talk,’ you said succinctly after reading the message.

You sat up and started to get up, but there was no one more stubborn than Kyungsoo after he had set his mind to something. This time was no different, and it ended with you having to peel him off of you, leaning down to kiss him reassuringly before going to get ready.

When you came back from the bathroom to get dressed, he was still splayed across the mattress just as you had left him.

His eyes rounded and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

‘Babe, I’m cold,’ said Kyungsoo, his tone lilting into a whine.

You pulled a knit sweater over your head, settling it around your waist before reaching for your tights. You wanted to go over and pull the blankets up over him, kiss him goodbye, but you knew that once you were back in his arms, it would be impossible to leave.

‘Use the blankets,’ you said. Knowing that you sounded so emotionless and hard made you a little sad, but it was for the best. ‘I have to go.’

You started down the hall, putting on your boots slowly. You opened the door, but froze as you felt the wave of damp cold billow over you. The thought occurred to reschedule with Jae and crawl back in with Kyungsoo.

Before you could make up your mind either way, soft footsteps padded down the hall. You turned to see Kyungsoo in just his boxers coming towards you.

He yawned and scratched his chest absentmindedly, smiling as his gaze met yours. He shivered as he reached you, slipping arms around your midriff.

‘You’re not going out in just that, are you?’ he said with concern. His lips pressed warmly against your cheek as he peered out the door from behind you.

‘I should be fine. It’s not far to the café from here,’ you said.

Kyungsoo shook his head.

‘No, I’m going to worry about you too much.’

Kyungsoo stepped back and opened the closet. He picked one of his knit beanies from the top shelf, pulling it down over your head and making sure your ears were tucked inside the brim.

‘I just did my hair!’ you complained.

‘You look amazing,’ he said complacently. ‘Here, wear my jacket too.’

He went back to the closet and pulled his jacket from the hook it was hanging on. He held it out for you, and you sighed as you acquiesced, slipping your arms into the sleeves. Kyungsoo beamed as he brought it up over your shoulders. He swung around and did the zipper up to your chin.

‘Oh my god,’ you said quietly.

‘There. Nice and warm,’ he said with a smile.

Kyungsoo pulled on the hood strings, using them to pull you closer and capture your lips with his.

‘Don’t take too long,’ he whispered as he came up for air.

It was with much regret and longing that you peeled yourself away from Kyungsoo, who kissed you goodbye one more time before closing the door behind you.

You walked speedily through the rain to the coffee shop, grabbing your order and sitting down across from Jae.

‘Let’s make this quick,’ you said as your phone buzzed in your hand.

You opened the video message from Kyungsoo, staring blankly at your screen as you saw its contents.

Kyungsoo, lying flat across the warm pile of blankets you had abandoned, smiled up at the camera, winking as he began to peel down his boxers.

You coughed and sputtered into your coffee and did your best not to make a scene.

[onenightandgone]

Tangle (Drabble Challenge)

5. “If you pick me up, I swear to god I will stab you.” + 16. “Are you flirting with me?” + Minseok

The airplane wheels touched down on the airstrip tarmac. You were almost there, moments away from being home. The exhaustion weighed down on your shoulders, and your eyelids drooped as you waited to get off the plane.

Waiting for your baggage seemed to take more time than necessary. You lost count of how many times you yawned, as well as how many other passengers became disgruntled with you when you accidentally collided with them by walking into them unwittingly.

The taxi ride back home dragged even worse. Had the speed limit always been so low? And why was the front entrance of your apartment building so far away from the street?

You had had an amazing time on your trip with Jae, but you missed your home and your bed and your boyfriend. You thought of him briefly before traipsing inside and collapsing on the couch.  

The thought occurred that maybe you should call him and let him know you had gotten home safely, but your eyelids shut and you started to fall asleep before you could turn the idea into reality.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but soon your name was being whispered into your ear. The corresponding pair of lips pressed softly on your cheek, warm fingertips brushing stray hair from your face.

You blinked and yawned.

‘You’re home,’ Minseok said softly. The corners of his mouth curled up as he smiled down at you.

‘Did you miss me?’

Minseok nodded as he began to lower down, his eyes focused on his target. His lips swept against yours without hesitation.

The kiss was everything you could have wanted. His careful, sweet attentions fought off the heavy drudge of travel, and you curled around him. You tangled your hands around the back of his neck to bring Minseok closer, sighing as he followed you down without protest.

At your hip, his fingers snuck deftly underneath the hem of your shirt. You giggled into the kiss, prompting whispered laughter from Minseok. Soon he had to pull back to catch his breath from laughing and trying to keep kissing you at the same time.

He chuckled as he panted, his eyes filled with adoration. He pecked the tip of your nose sweetly, his forehead resting against yours.

‘Are you flirting with me?’ you whispered, tracing his cheekbones.

‘I think so,’ he said. Minseok nodded slowly.

He sat up and slipped his arms underneath you. His intentions were made perfectly clear by the dark fire in his eyes and how his gaze darted down the hallway to your room.

You, however, were perfectly content with staying put on the couch. The exhaustion you felt was just underneath the surface, only masked by the happiness you felt at being reunited with Minseok.

‘If you pick me up, I swear to god I’ll stab you,’ you threatened emptily, sighing as you pulled him back down.

Minseok let you guide him easily, his fingers deftly taking up their old spot on your hip and his lips finding yours.

[onenightandgone]

Cookie Dough (Drabble Challenge)

2. “Here, wear my jacket.” + Jongin

It was Sehun's idea to get ice cream in the middle of the night. It was Jongin's idea that you go with him.  

You were still tying your sneakers when they walked outside without you. You sighed, too tired to yell, and sauntered out behind them.

You kept pace with a few strides between you and them. You shivered and pulled your hood up over your head to at least try to block out the breeze.

Jongin checked over his shoulder, chuckling and pausing so you could catch up. You skipped a few strides as you hurried into his outstretched arm, bared by the white tank top.

You began to suspect that maybe he was using you as a heater when his hand slipped under the hem of your shirt along your waist. His skin was like ice and you shrieked as quietly as you could.

It didn't matter. Your efforts were in vain, and Sehun still noticed.

'Oh my god,' he sighed. 'I wanted ice cream, not a peep show.' He rolled his eyes dramatically.

Jongin hushed him and opened the door of the ice cream shop for you. He let it fall shut on Sehun.

'You pick,' Jongin said sweetly. His hand tangled with yours as you peered through the glass of the display case at all of the available flavours.  

'We're splitting again?' you asked. He nodded and told the bedraggled-looking attendant the size of your order.

Sehun huffed impatiently as you wandered up and down the display case.

'I think I'll go with...' You bit your lip while you pondered your choices. 'Peanut butter. And... cookie dough!'

Jongin giggled and paid, as Sehun glared at you.

'All of that just to get the same thing you order every time?' He said in utter disbelief.

You smiled innocently and began to work at your ice cream cone. Jongin came over and shyly took a bite out of the side, stealing a huge chunk of cookie dough. You held it still for him and gazed back at him.  

Jongin winked and you felt yourself blush. You snorted in laughter, knowing you had lost your secret contest. He pinched your cheek and began to lower down for a kiss until Sehun coughed loudly.  

'I'm still here,' he said matter-of-factly. 'You know, in case you forgot.'

Jongin and you matched sighs.  

You handed him what little remained of your ice cream, and Jongin downed it easily.

'Let's go,' Sehun said after getting his own bowl. He strode past the two of you to the door.

Jongin shivered as he stepped out behind him. You ran your hands up and down his upper arms, feeling the goosebumps that rose over his honey skin.

'Why didn't you wear your sweater?' You complained.  

Jongin smiled and played with the strings of your hood. He leaned in closely and kissed the tip of your nose.

'Because it looks better on you,' he teased.

Before he could lean in once more for your lips, a heavy piece of material came flying towards you, covering both of you. You pulled it down to recognize the gray hoodie with familiar logo.

'Here, wear my jacket,' Sehun huffed. 'Before I get sick.'

Jongin laughed and pulled it back over your heads, leaning down to cover your lips with his.

'I'm going home before I get sick,' Sehun complained and wandered off.

[onenightandgone]

Sweater Envy (Drabble Challenge)

9. “Is that my sweater?” + Sehun

The day was cold and rainy. You were cold and drenched by the time you made it through the door.

Jongin greeted you at the door with an amused laugh. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you up the stairs.  

The next few moments were a blur, and at one point he threw a towel over your head. At another, Jongin was pulling his sweater over his head and tossing it at you.  

'What are you doing?' You caught it and looked at the grey hoodie in confusion.

'You're cold, and this is my last clean sweater,' Jongin said.  

'You don't have to -'

'No, no,' he said. 'Your boyfriend is going to be home soon, and if he finds out I let you be cold and didn't do anything, I'll never hear the end of it.'

You stared at it hesitantly. It was the one that was super fuzzy on the inside.

'Y/N, just wear it,' Jongin sighed.  

There was a small commotion downstairs and you pulled it over your head. It was still warm from him wearing it. The sleeves easily went past your wrists, but you tucked yourself into it eagerly.

'I think they're here. Are you coming?' Jongin looked at you expectantly from the open door.

'Yeah, let's go.'

You followed him down the stairs to see Sehun in the hallway.

'There you are,' he said happily, pulling you into his arms.  

Sehun stood up to full height, and you had to balance on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.  

The older members snickered from where they had moved to the living room, making Sehun blush.

'Don't listen to them,' you whispered with your back to them. 'They're just jealous no one wants to kiss them.'

Sehun brightened and nodded.

'That's about right,' he laughed. 'Did you get caught in the rain?'  

He touched a strand of your still damp hair. You nodded.

Sehun stepped around you, his hand sliding down your arm, but his effort to hold your hand was turned aside by the sleeve your hand hid in. Sehun froze, his shoulders stiffening. He rubbed the cotton between his fingers studiously.

'This,' he said slowly. 'Is that my sweater?'

You hated when he did this, this asking questions he already knew the answer to to prove a point.  

'No, it's not your sweater,' you said, rolling your eyes.

'I thought it was strange that you suddenly smelled like Jongin. Tell me something else,' Sehun said. He pulled the sleeve up to expose your hand. His long fingers tangled between yours tenderly in direct contrast with the sarcastic condemnation in his voice. 'Did you forget where I keep my sweaters? Did you get lost on the way to my closet?'

Having situated himself on the recliner, Sehun pulled you down into his lap. His arms wrapped snugly around your waist.

'I was on my way to your closet when I got attacked by this sweater,' you said. 'I didn't have much of a choice. But at least I'm not cold, I mean, there's that, right?'

Sehun pursed his lips. He wasn't amused. His arms brought you in closer and he lowered his face into your shoulder with a sigh.

'Maybe you're right.' He took a deep breathe before popping back up immediately.  

'What?'

'No, you're not right,' Sehun said adamantly. 'You smell like Jongin.'

Before you knew what was happening, Sehun had started pulling the sweater over your head and off.

You shivered as the air met your bare skin.

Sehun whipped the sweater at Jongin, who caught it and shrugged. Sehun renewed his hold on you, his face finding your shoulder.

'B-better?' you said, your teeth almost chattering.

He let out a long, relaxed exhale before nodding silently.

'I'm glad.' You shivered again. You crossed your arms over your chest and squeezed yourself into a ball in his lap.

Suddenly he scooped his arms under you and stood, carrying you easily.

'Where are we going now?'

'They say the best way to increase body heat is friction,' Sehun said, matter-of-factly. He ignored the looks from the older members in sheer determination.

You waved goodbye as Sehun dashed up the stairs with you in his arms.

[onenightandgone]

Pitch (Drabble Challenge)

26. "Your knee is literally in my armpit. You are gonna have to do something about this." + Sehun

'I can't believe you're making me do this.'

'Just get in.'

'I can't believe you're making me do this,' you repeated. You crossed your arms over your chest, standing at the tent opening reluctantly.

'It'll be fun, I promise!' Sehun said for the hundredth time. He patted the sleeping bag beside his.

You checked over your shoulder at the house behind you before turning back to Sehun, who stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.  

'Ok, fine,' you sighed. You crouched and crawled in reluctantly, zipping the tent flaps closed behind you.

It was dark in the tent. The sun had set about half an hour ago, and neither of you had thought to bring a flashlight.

You felt Sehun paw at your arms, trying to pull you to him as you tried to slip in into your sleeping bag.

'No, come here,' he whined, grabbing at your shoulder.  

'We're in your backyard – what could you possibly expect to happen?' You huffed and slid in, pulling the cover up to your shoulder and turning onto your side.  

There was a brief pause in which you could almost hear the wheels in Sehun's mind turning as he struggled to process your rejection.

The edge of your sleeping bag shifted. Before you could protest, the zipper was undone.

Sehun's large feet tangled in your legs. His thighs scooped under you. His hipbone poked into your butt as he twisted to zipper himself in with you. He sighed happily.

'This is better,' he said.  

He propped himself halfway over you.  

'Is it?' you said playfully. You turned onto your back to look up at him.  

Sehun nodded and leaned down. The pad of his thumb played on your cheek.

'Babe?' He kissed your lips, and you could almost taste the need.

You were ready to say no, to deny him, but Sehun whined softly as the kiss broke. His breath came in hot waves. He gazed at you with wide eyes, perched desperately on the brink of desire. The hard evidence pressed insistently on your abdomen.

'Please,' he whispered. His voice was barely audible.

Your body began to betray you, feeling his closeness, the hot tension that surrounded you.  

Slowly, you nodded and brought his lips down to yours once more.

Time lost all significance over the course of Sehun's lovemaking, all your senses burned as the universe seemed to spin around you, until he collapsed on top of you with a loud moan of your name.

'Fuck, Sehun,' you hissed. 'The whole house heard you!'

He sighed and rolled to the side, panting and heaving from his efforts.  

'I love you,' Sehun said quietly, ignoring your protest. He buried his face in your neck.

'I love you too,' you mumbled and combed your fingers through his hair. You prayed silently that no one had heard him from inside.  

Sehun drifted off in a few moments, folded around you easily. You listened to his heartbeat lower and his breathing slow and soon you followed him.

You didn't know what time it was, and you weren't sure what was happening. All you knew is that you were cold and tired. Sehun's warm presence disappeared.

A few minutes later, you heard the tent flaps being undone and zipped up again. Some rustling.  

Suddenly something pointy collided with your shoulder, and a heavy thud. There was a loud, complaining moan.

You stirred to look, but found that you had been pinned down. You turned your head, but all you could make out was Sehun's bare ass in the air, highlighted by the limited amount of moonlight spilling through the roof. He had faceplanted into the sleeping bag next to yours.

'Are you ok?' you said, choking back a laugh.

'Mmph,' was all that came from him.

'Your knee is literally in my armpit,' you giggled. 'You're gonna have to do something about this.'

Sehun rolled away with a whine.

'What were you doing?'

'I had to pee,' he said mournfully.

'And you didn't bother to put clothes on before going back inside?'

Sehun looked down at himself.

'I didn't even notice,' he said sadly. 'I wasn't really awake, I think. I'm cold.' He sniffled dramatically.

'You're ridiculous,' you said softly.

You held the sleeping bag open for him, and he rushed into your arms. His face snuggled into you underneath your chin, and Sehun sighed happily.

'I love you,' he whispered again before drifting off.

You were totally going to hear about this in the morning.

[onenightandgone]

Signs (Drabble Challenge)

16. "Are you flirting with me?" + Jongin

You woke up with a start and a sigh. You had dreamed about him again. You hated this.

You sank back into the pillow, wanting nothing more than to roll over, go back to sleep and forget. But the insistent buzzing wouldn't stop.

You snatched your phone from the nightstand, almost dropping it.

'What?' you said with a whine.

'Hey, come over,' a voice said. It was that voice. The low tones melted into your hearing softly and flowed like velvet over your senses.  

'What – why?' You blushed as fragments of what you had been dreaming came back to you.

'Kyungsoo said something about making breakfast, and I think he wants your help,' he said.

'Then why isn't Kyungsoo calling me?' You sat up and yawned.

'Oh, you know how he is, he gets shy talking to girls. I'm doing him a favour.'

'That's very kind of you, Jongin,' you chuckled as you pulled yourself to your feet.

'I do try, you know,' he said. You could hear the smile on his voice. 'So, you're coming, right? Or do I have to come drag you over here?'

'It doesn't sound like I have much of a choice.'

'You don't,' he said firmly. 'I'll see you soon.'

With that, he hung up, and you were left with your brand-new plans for breakfast.

You hurried through your morning routine and left. It wasn't just that breakfast was your favourite thing, but you were fairly fond of Jongin.

He was sweet, thoughtful, and always caring. If only he knew how you felt.

You sighed as you stepped out of your house, shoving your hands in your pockets.  

You stopped at the store on the way to grab orange juice and eggs. They could be forgetful at times, and a contingency plan was always recommended with them. Your next stop was the coffee shop, where you picked up your mainstay drink as well as Jongin's usual sugar-and-caffeine concoction. You couldn't remember what Kyungsoo usually ordered, so you got him just coffee. He could fix it himself.

You arrived not much later. Kyungsoo opened the door for you.

'Here, let me,' he said, smiling brightly. He took the grocery bag from your hand and held the door. 'You brought coffee too? You didn't have to. You know that we own a coffee maker.'

'A coffeemaker that no one knows how to use,' you said. You followed him into the kitchen.  

He was still in his fuzzy blue pajama pants, his t-shirt crinkled around his midriff. He yawned as he started to scramble the eggs.

'Did you just wake up?' you asked.

'Is it that obvious?'

'I'm just surprised,' you said with a chuckle. You hopped up to sit on the counter beside where he was working. You sipped your coffee. 'Jongin said this was your idea, and you're usually not the spontaneous type. He also said you're too shy to talk to girls.'

Kyungsoo clenched his jaw and shook his head.

'Unbelievable,' he muttered. He whipped the eggs extra hard. 'I can't believe he can't just ask you out himself.'

You thought you heard -

'I'm sorry – what?'

'Nevermind,' he said with a smile. 'How's the coffee?'

You were about to tell him it was fine, as always, when Jongin made his appearance.

His hair was tousled in a carefree way, and there was a dark unshaven patch on his chin. He smiled lazily as he walked over. He leaned against the counter, his sweatpants draping off his hips.

Your whole being ached to wrap yourself in him. You blinked slowly to try to calm yourself and lower your pulse.

When you opened your eyes, Jongin stood in front of you, smiling softly.

'You came,' he said happily. He scratched his chest absentmindedly.

'You had me at breakfast,' you nodded. Dear god, don't blush, you commanded yourself.

Jongin chuckled and his smile brightened as he saw the takeout tray with the one remaining cup in it.

'Is that -'

'Your coffee,' you told him.  

'You bought me coffee, and you're having breakfast with me,' Jongin cooed. He smirked and leaned against you, pressing his abdomen against your knees. 'Y/N, are you flirting with me?'

Kyungsoo scoffed and threw the bowl down. He grabbed his coffee and made a quick escape.

You bit your lip, steeling yourself as you placed your hands over his in your lap. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.

'What if I am?' You heard yourself say.

'Are you?' Jongin leaned in closely, his face inches from yours.

You nodded slowly.

His hands clasped yours tightly and he crashed forward. His soft lips covered, pushing against yours carefully. A few moments later, Jongin pulled back with a smile, his eyes lit brightly.

'Are you done yet?' Kyungsoo yelled from the hallway. 'Dammit, Jongin, I can't believe you woke me up for this!'

[onenightandgone]

A Surprise (Drabble Challenge)

5. "If you pick me up, I swear to god I will stab you." + Sehun

'It's time to go.'

'Five more minutes.' You peered into the vanity mirror, flicking more bronzer underneath your cheekbones.  

'You look fine, I promise,' Minseok said. He nudged you with his knee from where he sat on the bathroom counter. He hopped down and tugged your sleeve. 'We should go, you know how Sehun gets when we're late.'

'Fine?' You laughed.  

'You know what I mean,' he said. 'You're going to blow him out of the water. Now can we go?'

You clicked the compact shut and zipped it up in your makeup case. You took a deep breath and turned to Minseok.  

'Yeah, let's go.'

'Finally, come on,' he teased. He walked with you out to the car, getting in and starting the drive to the restaurant that you had mutually decided on as a meeting point.

Your stomach churned nervously, and you peered out the window, fiddling with the long sleeves around your wrists.

It had been years since you had seen Sehun.

The last time you had seen him, you were confessing your feelings – the night before your parents and you were moving away.

Your hands had tangled around the back of his neck, and the tears were just moments away as Sehun leaned down to kiss you. You could remember every detail of pulling away, his soft gasp from parted lips, his fingers digging into your waist. The single tear that trickled down the chiseled cheekbone. You would have given anything to erase the heartbreak you saw in his face.

What would he think of you now?  

Minseok hadn't told him you were coming. He thought it would be a good surprise to have you suddenly show up alongside him. Your brain was rethinking this whole decision as he pulled into the restaurant parking lot.

'Don't be nervous,' he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.  

'How am I not supposed to be? It's been years, and for all I know, he's completely over me.'

'Trust me, he's not. Come on.'

You took a deep breath and got out of the car, following Minseok inside. Your heart beat at an alarming rate. How was your chest containing it?

Minseok led you over to a table where most of the members sat, playing on their phones or laughing loudly at something someone had said.

There he was. You froze.

Sehun sat facing the wall, his back to you. His shoulder shook at something Jongin had said.

'Sehun!' Minseok called, swinging around to sit opposite him. 'I brought something for you!'

'What is it?' Sehun sat back in his chair and looked at him expectantly.

Jongin saw you and smiled widely over Sehun's shoulder. You waved at him timidly.

Sehun finally turned. His jaw dropped as he took you in.

A few awkward seconds passed until Minseok kicked his shin under the table, and Sehun pushed himself to standing.

'Y/N?' His voice trembled.

You looked up at him, slightly amazed at how tall he had gotten. You smiled and nodded.

'I can't believe it's you!' Sehun was in front of you immediately, his arms around you tightly.

It felt like you never left as you were tucked into the broad expanse of his chest.  

Sehun laughed and spun you in a circle off your feet before pulling back to look you in the eyes.

'Are you staying? This time, are you staying?' He wanted to make sure before he got attached. It made sense.

'I am,' you said, nodding happily.

Sehun threw himself around you once more.

'But if you pick me up again, I swear to god, I'll stab you,' you threatened.

Sehun laughed and resigned himself to simply hugging you tightly.