twt drabble collection
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girlishpopmuch earlier this year (i think? time is weird) i asked my twitter pals for drabble requests based on an "a softer world" prompt list stolen from tumblr. this was the result. posting for posterity or just because i think it's fun to organise stuff
seventeen, jeonghan/joshua
I joined Plenty of Fish to find out who stole my bike. A fun first date would be going to your house to see if you have my bike. (What a lovely home. Do you have a shed?)
It could have been a genuine mistake. This much Jeonghan knows. Standing in front of this house however, all he can think is ‘Rich asshole’. This perception doesn’t change when the man living there opens the door.
Jeonghan wouldn’t describe himself as having too obvious of a type, but he thinks that Joshua Hong isn’t too far from it at least. That makes this easier and it’s nice to know that the other isn’t catfishing on top of a potential bike thief, which Jeonghan had both worried and considered when given this address. First off, it means he’s less likely to get murdered. Secondly, in case that he hasn’t got Jeonghan’s bike stowed away and this first date goes well, it means they may as well meet up again.
“It’s so nice to meet you at last,” Jeonghan says. They started talking last week, after Jeonghan’s bike disappeared. Joshua smiles, and it makes for a very sweet expression on a pretty face.
“Hi,” he replies, dragging the vowels out slightly. “So great that you could come.”
“What a lovely home you’ve got,” Jeonghan says. There is definitely a shed in the backyard. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
mdzs, song lan/xiao xingchen
Our love is like. Our love is only like. (I like you. I don’t LIKE like you.) / Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough. (Participation medals of the heart.)
The passing of time is a strange thing. It didn’t take very long before the light weight of the spirit pouches became a constant, something he grew used to carrying so closely to him. Another part of him, like Fuxue on his back. It is the heaviest burden Song Lan carries.
The added presence of Shuanghua unavoidably however remains a reminder. Not so much because carrying the blade doesn’t become familiar too, in the wait and wish for Xiao Xingchen to be able to reclaim it, but for the words that travel about him. Following him or reaching the villages and towns he comes across even before him.
Song Lan knows already how they will be remembered. The closest friends of the cultivation world, the most like-minded. Xiao Xingchen the bright moon and gentle breeze, Song Zichen the distant snow and cold frost. That the stories that will be told of their fate leave out the love that… that only ever amounted to ‘like’.
Theirs isn’t a love story for the ages to come.
nct dream, donghyuck/renjun
i don’t know what the fuck true love even is but i do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life. (let’s hang out - TO THE DEATH) / If loud, weird public sex is wrong, then being wrong is wicked hot. (right and wrong are just guidelines to hotter sex)
Donghyuck doesn’t know if he’s ever really been in love. Or, at least he has never felt that emotion which others describe as something light and fluttering. That’s foreign, almost nauseating in its sweetness and he’s never been that type of boy. What he has with Renjun though, he thinks that others would be lucky to have something like it.
It’s indescribable, in a way, how right it feels when they’re together. How certain he is that this is what forever should look like. How they laugh until his stomach hurts and he has to bite at Renjun’s mouth in between kisses to stop him from saying anything else, lapping at the sting in apology after.
Or how Renjun reacts to Donghyuck’s bad suggestions. How Donghyuck can see that Renjun thinks it’s disgusting.
“That’s disgusting,” Renjun says. The smile playing on his lips makes it obvious he’s not entirely against the idea though, even when he follows up with, “You’re disgusting. It’s so wrong.”
The reality of the situation is this: Donghyuck loves how little kids do, messy and rough. Dirt streaked across his cheek, scraped knees from falling over on rough pavement, digging his teeth into soft places where he knows it’ll hurt. He can’t help the grin, can’t keep it off his face — and he fakes a loud moan as he rolls his hips against one of Renjun’s thin thighs.
fromis_9, chaeyoung/jiwon
my five year plan is to maybe go out for ice cream this afternoon? (Live every day like the ice cream store is closing.)
Jiwon’s apparent carefreeness seems magnified with the touch of warmth that has come with the change of seasons. Spring is upon them already and summer doesn’t feel that distant, what with the way things are picking up from the preparations for their upcoming comeback. The appointments are scheduled, hair soon to be freshly cut and bleached and dyed.
There is a simplicity that comes with being an idol, with having your life detailed and already determined. You smile and accept and then you get to perform. No need to plan ahead.
They’re lying side by side on the floor of their room, Hayoung off somewhere else in a not too rare occurrence. Chaeyoung holds one of Jiwon’s hands in both of hers, playing with her fingers. Jiwon allows it, blathering on about the lyrics she and Hayoung have worked on and other songs that are in the works. There’s a slight roughness to the pads of her fingertips from playing guitar.
“Ahhh,” Jiwon groans suddenly, much louder than the situation calls for. “Wanna get ice-cream?”
Chaeyoung knows that she should say no. She whines in response, almost perfunctory as she turns to look at Jiwon’s face. Their eyes meet and Chaeyoung pouts. “Unnie, you know I’m on a diet.”
“Live a little!” is Jiwon’s response. She looks earnest and serious for all of two seconds, but a smile blossoms fast — Chaeyoung doesn’t even try to stop the matching smile growing on her own face.
seventeen, jeonghan/joshua
I joined Plenty of Fish to find out who stole my bike. A fun first date would be going to your house to see if you have my bike. (What a lovely home. Do you have a shed?)
It could have been a genuine mistake. This much Jeonghan knows. Standing in front of this house however, all he can think is ‘Rich asshole’. This perception doesn’t change when the man living there opens the door.
Jeonghan wouldn’t describe himself as having too obvious of a type, but he thinks that Joshua Hong isn’t too far from it at least. That makes this easier and it’s nice to know that the other isn’t catfishing on top of a potential bike thief, which Jeonghan had both worried and considered when given this address. First off, it means he’s less likely to get murdered. Secondly, in case that he hasn’t got Jeonghan’s bike stowed away and this first date goes well, it means they may as well meet up again.
“It’s so nice to meet you at last,” Jeonghan says. They started talking last week, after Jeonghan’s bike disappeared. Joshua smiles, and it makes for a very sweet expression on a pretty face.
“Hi,” he replies, dragging the vowels out slightly. “So great that you could come.”
“What a lovely home you’ve got,” Jeonghan says. There is definitely a shed in the backyard. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
mdzs, song lan/xiao xingchen
Our love is like. Our love is only like. (I like you. I don’t LIKE like you.) / Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough. (Participation medals of the heart.)
The passing of time is a strange thing. It didn’t take very long before the light weight of the spirit pouches became a constant, something he grew used to carrying so closely to him. Another part of him, like Fuxue on his back. It is the heaviest burden Song Lan carries.
The added presence of Shuanghua unavoidably however remains a reminder. Not so much because carrying the blade doesn’t become familiar too, in the wait and wish for Xiao Xingchen to be able to reclaim it, but for the words that travel about him. Following him or reaching the villages and towns he comes across even before him.
Song Lan knows already how they will be remembered. The closest friends of the cultivation world, the most like-minded. Xiao Xingchen the bright moon and gentle breeze, Song Zichen the distant snow and cold frost. That the stories that will be told of their fate leave out the love that… that only ever amounted to ‘like’.
Theirs isn’t a love story for the ages to come.
nct dream, donghyuck/renjun
i don’t know what the fuck true love even is but i do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life. (let’s hang out - TO THE DEATH) / If loud, weird public sex is wrong, then being wrong is wicked hot. (right and wrong are just guidelines to hotter sex)
Donghyuck doesn’t know if he’s ever really been in love. Or, at least he has never felt that emotion which others describe as something light and fluttering. That’s foreign, almost nauseating in its sweetness and he’s never been that type of boy. What he has with Renjun though, he thinks that others would be lucky to have something like it.
It’s indescribable, in a way, how right it feels when they’re together. How certain he is that this is what forever should look like. How they laugh until his stomach hurts and he has to bite at Renjun’s mouth in between kisses to stop him from saying anything else, lapping at the sting in apology after.
Or how Renjun reacts to Donghyuck’s bad suggestions. How Donghyuck can see that Renjun thinks it’s disgusting.
“That’s disgusting,” Renjun says. The smile playing on his lips makes it obvious he’s not entirely against the idea though, even when he follows up with, “You’re disgusting. It’s so wrong.”
The reality of the situation is this: Donghyuck loves how little kids do, messy and rough. Dirt streaked across his cheek, scraped knees from falling over on rough pavement, digging his teeth into soft places where he knows it’ll hurt. He can’t help the grin, can’t keep it off his face — and he fakes a loud moan as he rolls his hips against one of Renjun’s thin thighs.
fromis_9, chaeyoung/jiwon
my five year plan is to maybe go out for ice cream this afternoon? (Live every day like the ice cream store is closing.)
Jiwon’s apparent carefreeness seems magnified with the touch of warmth that has come with the change of seasons. Spring is upon them already and summer doesn’t feel that distant, what with the way things are picking up from the preparations for their upcoming comeback. The appointments are scheduled, hair soon to be freshly cut and bleached and dyed.
There is a simplicity that comes with being an idol, with having your life detailed and already determined. You smile and accept and then you get to perform. No need to plan ahead.
They’re lying side by side on the floor of their room, Hayoung off somewhere else in a not too rare occurrence. Chaeyoung holds one of Jiwon’s hands in both of hers, playing with her fingers. Jiwon allows it, blathering on about the lyrics she and Hayoung have worked on and other songs that are in the works. There’s a slight roughness to the pads of her fingertips from playing guitar.
“Ahhh,” Jiwon groans suddenly, much louder than the situation calls for. “Wanna get ice-cream?”
Chaeyoung knows that she should say no. She whines in response, almost perfunctory as she turns to look at Jiwon’s face. Their eyes meet and Chaeyoung pouts. “Unnie, you know I’m on a diet.”
“Live a little!” is Jiwon’s response. She looks earnest and serious for all of two seconds, but a smile blossoms fast — Chaeyoung doesn’t even try to stop the matching smile growing on her own face.
