Tori's drabbles #3 / Chanlli, Sustal, Jungjong
Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify. (scientist!au)
Labs were common place these days. This lab on this street dealt with medicine and that lab on that street worked on diseases. These days people even had labs in their basements. And one such fellow had had said lab in his said basement was a Dr. Chanyeol Park. He was a manic kind of guy, no one really trusted him to be around lab equipment. And no one distrusted him more than his assistant, Choi Sulli, mostly because she had seen foremost the destruction he could cause. (It was interesting month having to redraw his eyebrows for him when he accidentally lost them in an explosion.)
But today she was especially wary of the man in the burnt lab coat. He was alternating between chuckling rather maniacally to himself and stroking his chin while staring at the… thing in the middle of the room.
“Um… Chanyeol. What is this?” Sulli asked, rather hesitantly as she inched toward the door because it looked rather suspicious of sudden explosions.
“It’s a time machine, doll!” He shouted, throwing his arms around as in to embrace the heap of metal. But intead he just stood there, stupid grin on his face and full of hope that it would actually work. “We’re testing it today; let’s go back to the dinosaurs!”
There were so many things wrong with his sentence, but she could only drop her head in her hands and hope to keep the headache away. “Come on then!” And before she could even think of escaping her insane employer he was ushering her into the machine, was this just the husk of a shower he got at the dump? Just as she was about to question his methods, something she did often, Chanyeol was crowding in beside her and fiddling with the various dials. This wasn’t safe. She was sure. This wasn’t sanitary, she was sure of that too. This was going to turn out bad, she was positive about that.
“Are you ready?” He asked, unsettling grin still in place and gloved hand (how come he gets to wear gloves and she has to touch the gross tiles) poised over the red button.
“No.”
“Alright!” And he jammed his hand over the button. Sulli felt sick to her stomach, nothing was happening. Chanyeol wouldn’t stop laughing and the thought that if this actually happened she had half a mind to strand him with the fucking dinosaurs.
Luckily, there didn’t end up there, instead a mere five minutes later and as Chanyeol cheered obnoxiously in her ear, she couldn’t help but crack a smile too. (But mostly because she was relieved she wasn’t dead.)
Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
(Sugar daddy!au)
“Oppa.” A soft voice ruffled through the morning haze, stirring the quiet hanging on the edge of the bed that the two spread themselves across. “Oppa, wake up. You have to make me breakfast.”
And even if Suho was content to just roll over an ignore his needy little lover, both knew he would never because he loved doting on Soojung just as much as she loved being doted on. “Of course, love. What do you want to eat?” And Suho spoke softly as well, almost as if they were both afraid to break the sweetness of the Sunday morning.
“The usual.” She hummed in return, curling into his warm embrace, never mind the fact that it stopped him from actually doing what she asked. But Suho didn’t mind as he curled around her, bare skin brushing bare skin and legs tangled together.
“Maybe we could just stay in bed and have each other for breakfast instead.” He laughed, airy and light, nuzzling the slope of her neck and as much as she liked that idea, she was hungry. So Soojung pushed at his shoulders in order to get him moving.
“Later.” She promised, pushing him from the warm of the sheets to the cold floor and he yelped fingers trying to pull the blanket down with him only to curl around nothing as she yanked it back. “Breakfast.” She insisted, burrowing deep in the comforter and Suho really couldn’t be mad as his princess.
“Alright, love. Breakfast.” He agreed, tugging on the nearest pair of sweatpants and leaning over the bed to press a soft kiss to her forehead as she laughed and tried to duck out of the way.
Later as he sat across from her at the kitchen table, feet knocking against each other playfully and her in his t-shirt from the night before, Suho thought that yea, this was love.
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
(Coffee shop!au)
(Song to the tune of Everybody Talks by Neon Trees)
Kim Jongin was the boy who sat in the corner of the little coffee shop that really carried too many gossipers for its own good, got paid minimum wage to strum the guitar in his hands and sing nonsense songs about love and loss to satisfy the hipsters who were too cool to tip him apparently. He was the poor butt of his coworkers jokes constantly (Mostly a certain Park Chanyeol) and was always last to catch up on the the gossip floating arounf. It took him a week to figure out that the cute artist Chanyeol’s been crushing on from the supply store next door finally made the first move and asked him out. Sulli obviously didn’t know what she was getting into.
There were the occasional business men rushing in and out of the shop, too busy on their work schedule. But the one who really caught his eye was a red head. He didn’t know her name; only that she would always come in at three o’clock, order something different and open a different fiction book to read each day.
She never noticed him, only glancing in his direction every once in a while, Jongin always ducked his head out of embarrassment because she was so so cute and he was so so stupid. The barista at the counter would always laugh at him when she left, telling him to get her number or something and when Jongin would ask for it because shouldn’t it be on the receipt, he would always spout off some nonsense about customer confidentiality, but Jongin was pretty sure that didn’t apply here. Chanyeol was an idiot though so he let it go.
The other barista, a nice kind lady who was nothing like Chanyeol, Luna, suggested maybe write a song for her and Jongin almost dropped to his knees in thanks because why didn’t he think about that.
So the next day, determined and ready he strummed the usual crappy stuff until three o’clock rolled about. First, Jongin had a minor freak out, forgetting completely how to play the guitar, and then he had forgotten all the of the lyrics he spent so long last night writing and perfecting, but as soon as she pulled open that door, book in hand and pretty little smile on her face, Jongin forgot how to breath.
It took him a good long while to figure it out, all until she had her coffee and was settling into a seat and Luna was giving him concerned looks.
“Jongin.” She hissed quietly, throwing balled up straw wrappers at him.
“R-right.” He jerked, almost dropping his guitar before taking a deep breath and getting to work.
“Hey red won't you look my way? I can be your new addiction Hey red what you gotta say? All you're giving me is fiction I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time I found out that everybody talks Everybody talks, everybody talks It started with a whisper And that was when a missed her And then she made my head hurt I can't even chitchat Give a piece of love back And I always gotta backtrack When everybody talks back Hey red you could be my drug You could be my new prescription Too much could be an overdose All this trash talk make me itching Oh my my dear Everybody talks, everybody talks Everybody talks too much
It started with a whisper And that was when a missed her And then she made my head hurt I can't even chitchat Give a piece of love back And I always gotta backtrack When everybody talks back
Never thought I’d be able to say That girl, you rub me all the right ways
Hey red show me all your love All you’re giving me is friction Hey red what you gotta say?”
Jongin left that day with a grin on his face and a date with a miss Jung Soojung, the girl he’d been dreaming about ever since she waltzed right into the shop that one day with a book in hand.
Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
(Weariedjong x Frozenzkrystal)
Jongin jerked awake, eyes wide and searching the dark room. It took him a moment to realize where he actually was. Safe in his daughter’s bedroom with the little toddler curled up into him. A fond smile found its way to his lips and he settled back down on her tiny bed, content with just heading back to sleep nest to his precious Sojin. “Mm, baby Sojin.” He cooed; sleep quickly setting in now that he has settled back down into a comfortable lull. “You’re so cute.” Smoothing a few wisps of hair from her face Jongin sighed. She looked so much like her mother and Jongin loved her so much. “Baby, baby, you take my breath away.” It was really nonsense coming from his mouth, drunk with sleep and love.
When he had first gotten the news that Krystal was pregnant, well, it didn’t go so well. They were just friends, barely that, who slept together sometimes, it wasn’t supposed to get to be anything more than that, but here he was, three years later, with a perfect baby girl and a house for him and the two loves of his life. He couldn’t be happier, and the best part was that he had forever to live in this perfect state.
“And you know I love your mommy so much, more than anything in the world.” He was just rambling now, words of love spilling freely from his lips. “I never thought I could love someone so much… she was just the flower girl with a dog.” A laugh bubbled up at the memory of the first time entering her shop, asking for pink flowers for ‘his sister’ because he was too ashamed to admit pink flowers were his favorite. He had thought she was beautiful then, and even still now, she would always be beautiful to Jongin. “But I do, baby. I love you and your mommy so so much, you’re my world.”
“Jongin.” The soft voice startled him, jumping just slightly, but not enough to wake up Soojin. “Come here, stupid.” Soojung stood at the door, the light from the hallway spilling in and Jongin carefully slid from the cartoon printed sheets to wrap his girlfriend up in a sleepy embrace. She hummed in appreciation.
“Hey.” She said, voice muffled by his shoulder. “Marry me, okay?”
Now, it’s normally be the other way around, the man asking the woman, but with a pair like this it made complete sense and Jongin yawned before giving a quiet, but sure, “Okay.”
It was quiet for a long while, Jongin almost dozing off on her shoulder before Soojung spoke up again.
“I love you that much too, pink petals.”
Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
(Dark forest!au)
The forest at the edge of the village is off limits. It’s a dark, terrifying place that no one dares step foot in. Well, no one but Soojung. She a stupid girl really, her friends the culprits. A dare was given, “Go into the forest and get some hair from the sleeping monster!” and of course, she was never one to back down from something like that.
So here she was, nothing more than a torch in hand, dagger strapped tight to her leg for protection, but with the stories that come from the deep woods it would probably prove to be next to none. There were tales of monsters, demons, villains, all residing in these woods, but none more prevalent than a dark beast who snaps at any who are braves enough to tread into his territory. No one ever makes it out. He lives in a tree, chained by an old monster that’s long since died and left his to be rampant and feast on any of those who stray off the path. People like Soojung.
The torch does little to illuminate the barely trodden path she had chosen, and she knows many others have walked this path only to end up as a meal to the beast.
In front, a twig snaps and she froze, breathe caught in her throat as she stared wide eyed at the dark ahead. The beast was awake. And he was hungry. The flame barely flickered to illuminate the lump of fur shifting around. The chains clicked and a face popped out of the fur, a boy’s face. Soojung had no time to react, this wasn’t a monster, it was a boy, because he was lunging at her, arms out stretched and teeth bared, only to be stopped by the chain around his neck. A scream was ripped from her throat as one tore from his lips. Maybe it was a monster.
“Go away.” He roared, grabbing at the air between the two, growling and pulling at the chain links. “Go away, go away, go away.” The boy repeated, pulling back to pace the ground, still growling. Soojung, still frozen to the spot, but thankfully scared into breathing again, watched him with wide eyes. He was a boy about her age, wearing nothing more than a tattered fur cape and a pair of dirty pants in worse shape. “I said go!”
“W-who are you?” She rasped, the shock crashing down to wave into curiosity and wonder. “Why are you out here?”
“I’m no one!” He roared, making a lunging at her one again, but like before, his chains caught him at the last foot. “I’m nothing. Go away or I’ll kill you like the rest.” Soojung peered behind him, the ground littered with bones.
“So you’re the one who’s been killing. Why? What are you doing out here?” Jongin stopped his pacing by this point, instead turning to staring at her through narrowed eyes. He would be a handsome boy if his weren’t for the dirt smudged over him and the unruly nature of his entire being. He held an air of skittishness about him that was easily overshadowed by the danger that screamed out of him.
“I said I’m no one.”
“There’s a name on your collar.” The boy looked down in surprise, as if he hadn’t thought of the fact that he could possibly be named, be someone. Only, his next words held significantly less bite then previously.
“I… I can’t read.”
“Do you… want me to read it for you?” What was she doing? This was going to kill her, this boy in the words, killing all the others, he would certainly kill her. She should run, just turn and bolt, all the way back to the village, forget about the bet—
“Okay.” So going against all judgment she took a step toward the boy, hand reaching out. He was stiff and she was stiffer, fingers curling around the metal to peer at the name tag.
“Jongin.”
“Jongin” He repeated her, looking in wonder. He had a name. Mosnters didn’t have names, monsters weren’t like him. Right?
“Jongin.” She said again, it was nice. “Jongin, are you the monster?”
“Yes?” He answered though it came out as a question. “I don’t want to be, I can’t help it. Master left me here, I have to eat. I don’t wanna kill, but I have to eat, animals don’t come no more, only people.”
“Only people.” She repeated, taking a quick step back just as Jongin reached out for her.
“I can be good. I can be a good boy, master taught me how.” Soojung searched his expression, cautious and hesitant. Was he asking to be freed.
“Jongin… do you want… Do you want to be free?”
A nod, eyes wide at the prospect of being free, and honestly he looked a little… hopeful? “Yes. Yes, I want to be free. Please, I can be good boy.”
“Alright, hold still.” The chain, on its leg eventually came free from the tree and Soojung was honestly expecting Jongin to attack, to kill her like he did so many others. But he remained still until she moved back to the path, intent on sprinting back to the village, but the sounds of rattling chains followed her and one glance behind her told her just what she needed to know.
“Why are you following me?”
“I can… Can I come with you? I have no one, master is gone, no home.” He mumbled quietly, fingers tugging at the matted fur of his coat. “I can be good boy.”
Soojung wanted to say no, she wanted to throw her torch at him and chase him away, but honestly, he looked nothing like the snarling threat that he was just a short while ago. He looked scared.
“Why.”
“You… you are first person to show kindness and not try to hurt me. Please…”
She shouldn’t say yes, she shouldn’t. She should run, chase him off and run.
“Alright, come on.”