#l.a.w.e.d.c.

[onenightandgone]

Jongin+Aegyo

(Part of the Learn the Alphabet with EXO! Game)

‘No.’

‘Come on! Please!’

‘No!’ you repeated.

Jongin pouted and rolled to the side. He had been trying for the last ten minutes to get you to go out for food with him. Unsuccessfully.

On a phone call with you earlier in the week, Jongin had dared to hang up on you without telling you he loved you. Two days later, you were still being petty about it.

You had been lying on the bed with your laptop, trying to just watch something to pass the time.

Jongin had burst in unceremoniously, plopping on top of your outstretched legs and peeking over the edge of your screen.

You didn’t acknowledge him, and it drove him crazy.

He leaned over and closed your computer with his chest, planting an extra affectionate kiss on your cheek.

You glared at him wordlessly.

Jongin smiled in spite, and presented his case for eating food together.

You ignored him and made to go back to watching movies.

He coughed loudly and peeled the device out of your grasp. His boldness was audacious and took you by surprise.

At first, he tried shaking your shoulders, trying to pull you off the bed.

You became an anchor, clinging to the headboard.

Jongin sighed and flopped back down with a groan.

‘Why are you being difficult? You have to eat too, we might as well eat together,’ he said. ‘You know, like couples do.’

You turned your gaze to him sharply.

‘Are we even that anymore?’ you said. ‘You know, since you don’t love me anymore.’

Jongin looked shocked, for just a moment, until he realized what you were upset about.

‘Really? Still?’ He climbed into your lap again, grinning cutely.

Jongin leaned in, his face close to yours.

‘Y/N,’ he said, pausing. He kissed the corner of your mouth. Bold. ‘I love you. You know that. Now please.’ Jongin plied you with another kiss. ‘Please come have dinner with me.’

You inhaled sharply.

‘No.’

His jaw dropped and he looked around cluelessly.

‘Come on! I said that I loved you, and I’m sorry I forgot to tell you before!’ Jongin whined pitifully.

‘I know, and I forgive you,’ you said calmly. ‘But you know there’s only one way to make it up to me.’ Your voice was cold and practiced.

‘No!’ Jongin looked like you had slapped him. ‘You can’t mean -’

‘I do.’

‘Why? You always want me to be more grownup about things, this is going in the opposite direction!’ he protested.

‘Start. Singing.’ You poked him in the chest to punctuate each word.

Jongin sighed in resignation and got to his feet. He took a deep breath of annoyance, and started to sing the confession song.

You cracked your stern expression with a smile of delight as Jongin did the actions and sang cutely.

He finished the last line with an extra-cute emphasis, and you could see him die a little inside. It was perfect. At last having completed his reparations, Jongin fell over and hid his face, whining quietly, ‘I can’t believe you’re like this, I can’t believe you’re like this…’

You slipped off the bed and knelt beside him, kissing his cheeks, now red with blushing.

‘Come on, let’s go. I’m hungry.’ You got up to start to get ready.

‘I’m too sick to eat now. I think I have aegyo poisoning.’ Still on the floor, Jongin groaned pitifully.

You slipped into jeans and nudged him with your toe.

‘You’ll be fine, let’s go.’

[onenightandgone]

Yixing+Alone

(Part of the Learn the Alphabet with EXO! Game)

Yixing was special, but everyone who mattered knew that. You only had to look at him to know. But for you, this went beyond the shallow shell of appearances.

You sat in the corner of the dance studio, reading quietly and trying to not get in anyone’s way. Your shift in the cafe downstairs wasn’t until this afternoon, but Yixing had asked you to come watch his practices when he was in town, and you were eager to support your friend.

Even so, you had miscalculated the time it took for the train to get there, and you were astonishingly early. A group of trainees were putting in some time running through some routines before the space was officially occupied. Their music was loud, but you were able to focus on the material in front of you.

However, soon enough, you had the odd sensation of being watched. You peeked over the top edge of your book and jumped in surprise.

Yixing stood directly in front of you, holding two cups, his proximity unexpectedly close.

You took a deep breath to try to steady yourself and hide your alarm. You smiled at Yixing.

He beamed down at you, and you felt as if you were staring into the sun itself.

‘Are you saving that seat for someone?’ he asked, pointing at the folding chair next to yours.

You ripped your bag from the seat and set it in the floor. You tried to remind yourself not to entertain your feelings for him, but it was hard, especially with the way he ever-so-carefully handed you the cup of tea and draped his arm over the back of your chair.

Yixing angled slightly towards you. He smiled and you blushed as he held out his cup towards you and waited for you to ‘clink’ yours against it. It was a tiny little toast, silly - pointless even, with the paper cups - but both of you found it amusing, so the tradition had continued each time you had tea together. Of course, Yixing was away a lot, and you were busy with work and your studies, so moments like these were a rarity. He couldn’t know how much you treasured them.

The music from the unscheduled session was loud enough to prevent actual conversation, so Yixing and you simply sat next to one another, revelling in each other’s company.

He poked your shoulder and pointed at your book - you could keep reading if you wanted to.

You sent him a raised eyebrow - ‘Are you sure?’

Yixing nodded.

You picked up your book after a mouthful of tea, your brain eager to lay sight on the printed words. It was a relief to have something to focus on other than how close Yixing was. But before you could actually get comfortable and lose yourself in the pages, you felt his eyes on you again. Was he - watching you read?

You glanced up to check.

Yixing gazed down at you unabashedly, transfixed. He didn’t budge when you met his eye contact. Instead, his arm behind you rose up to your shoulders.

You took another deep breath and looked back down at your book. You tried to be subtle, to show that you were comfortable with him, and you leaned against him lightly.

You felt his breath on your shoulder as he sighed, but Yixing wasn’t done. He pulled you against him more tightly.

You felt his heartbeat against your arm, his cheek pressing warmly against your temple.

He set down his tea to free his other hand, tracing your arm delicately.

Your pulse should have been racing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but as Yixing held you, it felt as if you were supposed to be there all along. It felt right, natural. But you were getting ahead of yourself.

You swallowed and tried to focus, but then the music suddenly stopped. The trainees began to gather their things.

You felt Yixing smile lightly.

As for you, you had read the same sentence five times before the door closed in the last of the dancers, leaving you and Yixing alone.

There was only a short time before your peace would be interrupted, so you closed your book decidedly.

‘You slept okay?’ he asked thoughtfully. The pad of his thumb brushed your chin as you looked up at him.

‘I did,’ you said.

‘And you didn’t study too much, wear yourself out?’

You rolled your eyes at him, drawing a chuckle.

‘Okay, okay,’ said Yixing. ‘I won’t interrogate you. I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay.’

‘Right now,’ you started, nestling yourself closer to him. ‘Everything is perfect.’

Yixing didn’t smile like you thought he would. Instead, his gaze held steady, his touch tracing from your chin up to your cheek. He leaned in closely, his breath hitching softly before his lips met yours.

[onenightandgone]

Chanyeol+Alibi

(part of the Learn the Alphabet with EXO! Game)

‘If he asks, I was here the whole time,’ you said. You brushed off your hands and picked up a controller before sitting on the couch.

‘Who?’ Chanyeol looked at you quizzically.

‘Yixing,’ you hissed.

‘He hasn’t even been home for a day. What did you do?’

‘Nothing, why would you think that I did anything?’ You shook your head and pointed at the console on the shelf underneath the tv. ‘Let’s play!’

Chanyeol shook his head and slouched down on the couch beside you. His legs spread into a wide V. Signature power gaming stance, except with his knee against yours.

‘Let’s watch a movie instead,’ he said.

‘Why? Games are way more fun,’ you argued.

‘But they have less of this,’ said Chanyeol. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. His cheeks and wide ears turned pink as you studied him.

‘You’re so weird.’ You acquiesced, letting him tuck you into his side as he picked a movie.

‘You’re cute,’ he returned.

It was your turn to blush. The fingers of his free hand played on your wrist, your arm, your thigh - anywhere he could reach - as the movie began to play.

Neither of you were really watching at all, your hyperawareness of each other made it impossible to focus.

Chanyeol sucked in a sharp breath, and something snapped, a decision had been made. Strangely graceful, he cupped the side of your face with a large hand. He swept in close, his eyes locked on his target. His breath bated, his lips had barely grazed yours before your name was screamed from a distant corner of the house.

You pulled back with a snort.

‘What did you do?’ Chanyeol asked again.

You giggled, unable to keep the evil hints from your laughter.

‘I can’t believe you sometimes,’ he said. ‘He’s coming, come here!’

Chanyeol pulled you against him and kissed you suddenly. With your hands in his hair and his tongue prodding your lips apart, you wondered exactly how necessary this alibi was. But you were already lost in the flood of Chanyeol’s kiss, and nothing mattered.

You barely heard Yixing’s pointed entrance in front of you.

‘You can’t even lie this time, Y/N!’ he said furiously. He stomped his foot. ‘I know it was you!’

Chanyeol pulled away from you reluctantly and tried to glare at Yixing.

‘She’s been with me the whole time,’ he said. He tried to mask his breathlessness with a false severity directed at the intruder.

You bit back a snicker and wiped at a gob of drool that had run down his chin.

‘Bullshit,’ said Yixing. ‘She put glitter in my guitar again!’ He pointed to the floor by your feet, covered in a loose sprinkling of purple glitter.

You couldn’t help the raucous laughter that spurted from you. Why was angry Yixing so amusing?

‘At least come help me clean it!’ His anger had decreased to an indignant whine.

‘Can’t,’ said Chanyeol. He twisted over to kiss you again, ignoring Yixing. ‘Busy,’ he mumbled clumsily against your lips.

[onenightandgone]

Minseok+Attitude

(Part of the Learn the Alphabet with EXO! Game)

‘Please?’ Minseok’s bottom lip protruded pathetically, but you were used to it by now, right?

You sighed and nodded, following him to the go-kart track outside, Minseok grinning widely.

‘Race me!’ he said, taking the helmet the attendant handed him. The offered you one,but you shook your head.

Minseok stuck it on his head, his hair sticking out at odd angles from underneath it. He smiled at you - he knew he was cute.

‘I’ll watch - it’s ok,’ you said quietly. You didn’t feel up to it.

He sent you another small pout, but quickly became joyful again. He knew when he wasn’t going to be able to change your mind.

‘Okay then,’ he said. ‘Make sure you cheer for me though!’ Minseok stole in and snuck a quick kiss from you while the attendant opened the gate.

He tried to smile as he stepped back, but you could see that he had finally picked up on your mood. He climbed into the tiny race car and got strapped in. You watched him drive off, noting how from far away he looked like a small child. You filed this thought away for later teasing material.

You were down. You didn’t know why, whether it was the rain or just an attitude problem. Your outlook on life today was dismal. You had been at the arcade for several hours already today. It was one of Minseok’s few days off, free of responsibilities for both of you. You had wanted to do something that he would enjoy, and encouraged him to pick an activity. He had suggested the arcade, and you went along with him, thinking that it would be great to just spend time with him.

On his last lap, Minseok waved at you eagerly as he drove by, trying to get your attention. He did, but with his own attention off of the track in front of him.

‘Minseok, look out!’ you yelled, but your warning was too late.

Minseok crashed into the tire barrier, ending his race. He finished, unstrapping and climbing out, and came up to you with pink cheeks and a sheepish, sullen expression.. Before you could say anything, however, he took your hand, almost shyly, as if he were concerned that you would pull away from him.

You squeezed his hand as best as you could to try to reassure him.

He led you back inside the arcade, finding an isolated corner away from groups of loud laughter and raucous electronic noises. He sat down on one of the benches, and you joined him without questioning.

‘You didn’t actually want to come here, did you?’ he said.

You tried to put on a brave face. It was for him, after all.

‘I don’t mind, you said. ‘I just want to do whatever you do, it’s nice just being with you.’

Minseok studied you skeptically.

‘If I understand you right,’ he said, ‘When I said we should go to the arcade, you went along with me just to be with me?’

‘I mean, we don’t get a lot of time together, and it sounded like it could be fun when you mentioned it.’ Your voice trailed off in embarrassed silence.

‘You’re unbelievable,’ he said. Minseok’s face cracked into a wide, delighted smile.

‘I only suggested it because I thought you wanted to go out!’ He laughed. ‘What do you actually want to do?’

‘Nothing really,’ you said with a shrug.

Minseok kissed your cheek and pulled you to your feet.

‘Well, come on then,’ he said. He started leading you towards the exit. ‘Let’s go home and do nothing.’

[onenightandgone]

Minseok+Advice

(part of the Learn the Alphabet with EXO! Game)

The tiles were cold underneath your feet as you waited for the coffee maker to finish brewing. The gentle aroma filled the air and you willingly inhaled.

The house creaked and settled in the quiet of the morning. You smiled to yourself as you filled your mug, and made off back to your room.

You tiptoed when you reached the door and did your best to sneak inside without making a sound. You were about to slip back under the covers with your caffeine, but were forced to a halt.

‘Seriously?’ you yell-whispered. You still didn’t want to break the gentle stillness of the morning.

A lazy frame spilled across your half of the bed.

‘I was gone five minutes!’ you continued to complain.

Minseok stretched, yawned, and groaned, scratching his chest as he unwillingly woke up. His hair stood at weird angles, and the pillows had left ridges down the side of his face.He peered at you in confusion.

You set the coffee aside and reached to smooth out his hair, now more amused than anything.

At your touch, Minseok moved over as best he could before being ensnared in the tangled mess of sheets. He humphed grumpily, begrudgingly patting the spot beside him.

You should have suspected, but you didn’t. You innocently climbed up and settled in next to Minseok. You turned to reach for your coffee on the bedside table, but you were suddenly impeded.

Like a cat waiting for someone to walk by, Minseok sprang his trap. His arms wrapped around your middle, holding you in place. He sighed, proud of himself, and settled down with his head resting on your abdomen.

You could only laugh in stupefied response, still trying to get to your coffee.

‘No,’ he said firmly. His bottom lip stuck out in an adorable pout.

‘Coffee,’ you whined in return.

‘You left,’ he said.

‘What?’

‘You left cuddling with me...for coffee?’ His words were strung together in a sleepy slur, but the playful disappointment was still evident.

‘A girl has her needs,’ you said.

Minseok groaned again as he pushed himself up to sitting straight.

You took advantage of your opportunity and snatched your mug off the table. You held it in front of you with both hands, a protective barrier between you and your suddenly clingy boyfriend.

Minseok turned to halfway face you, dipping in low with his nose near the rim of the cup. The look in his eyes gave you all the instruction you needed.

‘Taste?’ you said. You tipped it towards him.

One eyebrow rose as he met your gaze. Only, he didn’t break the contact, the intensity between you heating as he took the first sip.

If only your hands didn’t shake holding the mug.

Minseok pulled up and swallowed. Somehow, even in his disheveled state, he smoldered. He took the coffee from you and firmly set it back on the table. He turned back to you slowly, a half-grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

‘A word of advice,’ he said. He leaned in closer and paused an inch away from your face.

‘Hmm?’ You smiled at him, your heart full of him and his ridiculousness.

‘If you’re going to bring coffee to bed, bring two next time.’

With that, Minseok bridged the final distance, kissing you with a lazy, irresistible sweetness.

[onenightandgone]

Minseok+Alcohol

(Part of the Learn the Alphabet with EXO! Game)

It was time. You were going to get your work done. You were determined, and it was decided.

You made camp on the couch by the window with your bag, your laptop, and a mountain of books. Everyone was supposed to have schedules tonight and would hopefully be gone. At least, you were counting on that.

You got comfortable and spread out, ready to start. You made a quick list of the items you had to get done, organizing them by urgency and the length of time you estimated that it would take to complete them.

You were just getting started on the first item - reading a long, detailed chapter in our textbook.

Sudden footsteps plodding down the stairs tugged at your attention. You shook your head and sat back with your book. You pictured yourself as an impenetrable fortress of focus.

Your fortress lasted five minutes, destroyed by Minseok appearing in front of you. He held a bottle filled with amber liquid and two glasses.  He planted himself in front of you on the couch and set everything down on top of your homework. Nonchalantly, he began to unscrew the bottle.

You recognized the bourbon you had bought last week.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked obliviously.

You pointed at the book in your lap, glaring at him as best you could.

Minseok absorbed your sharp stare and shrugged it off.

‘Why do you keep your alcohol in Jongin’s room?’ he asked curiously.

‘Because he’s the only one who won’t drink it,’ you said, adding accusatory edges to your voice.  

‘You should plan better,’ he said dryly.

He poured until the glasses were nearly full. Without pausing for further thought, Minseok closed the lid of your laptop and offered you the drink.

‘Minseok,’ you said seriously. ‘I have to study.’

He nodded.

‘Sure you do,’ he said. ‘Drink first.’

You didn’t know why you took the glass from him. Maybe it was just to get it out of your face. But regardless of reason, you took the first fateful sip, and your book became just another useless occupant in your lap.

Minseok smiled. His eyes glinted with a little of the devil in them. He watched you swallow before starting in on his own glass.

Halfway through your portion, the brain fuzz set in. Maybe you should have re-evaluated your choices at this point, but Minseok was smiling and laughing, enchanting, touching. He was both bewitching and paying attention to you, so you drank your way to round two.

‘Why are you trying to get me drunk?’ you said, setting down the empty.

He grinned.

‘Getting drunk by yourself isn’t nearly as fun,’ he said with a wink.

It went like this, the talking and laughing, poking fun at each other, draining the bottle until it was empty.

The room spun, but that was as wild as things got - at least, as far as you remembered.

You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, only that your head wouldn’t stop pounding. You peeked through heavy eyelids to see your pile of homework, still untouched. You groaned in both remorse and pain.

But before you could complain any further, Minseok appeared, this time with two bottles of water and a handful of aspirin.

‘Shh, I’m here,’ he said. He wrenched the lid of the first water bottle off with a crack. ‘Here, drink.’

You sat up slowly, taking the proffered water and the free drugs.

Minseok did the same and settled beside you on the couch. In spite of his own hangover, he pulled you into his arms, tucking you against his chest.

‘Why are you doing this?’ you wondered out loud. Your body had no energy to resist, and the feeling of being held safely while Minseok lay back was nice.

He kissed your forehead quietly.

‘I like you,’ he said simply. ‘Now go back to sleep.’

Minseok settled down, starting to fall asleep resting his head on top of yours. Arms wrapped around you, he sighed.

You closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, the metronomical lullaby. As the aspirin kicked in, you thought that maybe, just this once, procrastination wasn’t such a bad thing.