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Title: Winter Delivery
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Kai-centric, Kai/Suho
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 351 words
Summary: Jongin and Junmyeon take a walk in the snow.




Junmyeon sneezes, the sound so abrupt and tiny and ridiculously cute that it reminds Jongin of when one of his babies do the exact same.

"Please don't compare me to your dogs, Jongin," Junmyeon reminds him with a wry smile, "no matter how cute they are." It's obvious he's not in a bad mood though, Junmyeon rarely really is around him, even when they're out in the cold he hates so very much. At least it's not snowing, though Jongin wouldn't have minded that at all. Little flakes of snow landing on his tongue, on Junmyeon's hair. That wouldn't have been so bad.

"How much longer until we get there anyway?" Junmyeon asks, leaning in closer to him. They're standing shoulder to shoulder now, and even through layers and layers of sweaters and coats, Jongin feels his arm burn from the contact.

"Not much further. Thanks for coming with me, hyung."

The smile Junmyeon gives him is blinding, not too different from the ones he's always offering up to the cameras, to their fans but despite having seen it hundreds and thousands of times, Jongin still feels his cheeks warm when it's directed so obviously at him. "I haven't seen your parents in a long time. I should let them know I'm still taking good care of their maknae."

Jongin looks down at the small pile of neatly wrapped presents in Junmyeon's arms though. The gifts themselves aren't burdeningly huge -- in fact, they're all rather tiny in size -- but there's so many of them. "You didn't have to bring them anything though. Mom said so."

"Only the top two are for your parents," Junmyeon says, clutching the pile even closer to his body, as if they were heat packs rather than little boxes probably poking into his skin, "the rest of these are for your babies." This time, Jongin doesn't get to see the way Junmyeon smiles, whether it's filled with pride or even a little sheepishness, because Junmyeon hides it behind the scarf around his neck, wound almost as tightly around him as his grip around Jongin's heart.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt:
Hey, it's winter. So let's do cute winter things.
Author's Note: Written for a Pursuit during SWAU. Don't talk to me about titles, I'm going through a dry spell. But honestly, there's something sweet about a guy who would not only give your parents Christmas presents, but your beloved dogs as well. I know at the time I wrote this, I had an inkling of how it's also sweet because while Kai seems somewhat religious according to rumors, Suho is Buddhist and thus technically wouldn't celebrate Christmas except socially, not that he'd be the first Buddhist to lol. Small things, small romances.

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Title: Not Quite Narcissism
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Baekhyun and Chen-centric, Suho/Suho
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG13
Length: Drabble, 346 words
Summary: Jedi Padawan Kim Jongdae makes an unsettling discovery about two of his clone troopers. Star Wars!AU.




Maybe some of the clones were a little closer than expected, but with it becoming evident that each individual was starting to develop their own personalities, it was inevitable that some would favor certain other clones over others. It wasn't like loyalty within squads was considered a liability. Even their Jedi commanders, for all of their stoic codes and oaths to remain unattached and emotionless, still prized camaraderie and loyalty among their ranks.

Even if they were clones, they were still human. Not merely beings based off of one.

And yet, CT-0522 and CT-0408 -- who had chosen the names Junmyeon and Suho for themselves as soon as they and their cohort had been granted the freedom to do so -- were unnaturally close. Far too close. Close enough for more than a few Jedi eyebrows to rise.

"They sleep together," Jongdae pressed his palms up against his eyes as if he was trying to squeeze out the image of two clone troopers spooning. Baekhyun didn't really see why he was complaining, it must have been one hell of a sight and it wasn't like Jongdae had never been caught glancing at the ass of one of their assigned clone troopers. Whoever had been chosen as the newest template for the Republic's clone army after Jango Fett had been far more aesthetically pleasing than his predecessor. Not that Baekhyun or Jongdae's Masters needed to know either of them thought that. "I went in to ask Junmyeon to cover a monitor shift and they were curled so tightly around each other it was like they were a single person."

"Well, technically-"

"No, Baekhyun. No clone jokes."

"What about masturbation jokes then?"

Jongdae made a small, strangled noise. "We aren't even supposed to know about that," he whispers, looking around for any sign of their Masters, like the old guys were gonna strike them out of the Jedi Order for even uttering the word.

"Jongdae, isn't knowledge one of the pillars of the Jedi Order?" Baekhyun asked cheerfully, only bursting into raucous laughter when Jongdae smacked his shoulder.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt:
Lookin' for love in Alderaan places.
Author's Note: Written for a Pursuit (30 minute prompted challenge) during SWAU. I'm gonna include some Star Wars backstory here since this makes use of them. Clone troopers were clones of a bounty hunter named Jango Fett (the 'father' of Boba Fett from the original trilogy), and they were the precursors to what eventually became the storm troopers. Before the fall of the Republic (Revenge of the Sith), they were used as the Republic's army against the Separatists in what became known as the Clone Wars. Jedi, historically peacekeepers of the galaxy, were manipulated into a position where they became the commanders of the clone army so that they would eventually look like bloodthirsty soldiers rather than peacekeepers to further ruin their reputations, and the conflict escalated to the point where Padawans (apprentices) were also getting involved. Eventually, people started noticing that the clones were beginning to develop individuality and canonically, they began distinguishing themselves. The Jedi, up to this point, had a code of removing themselves from mortal distractions and emotional excesses -- so no love. They were supposed to love all beings equally, and loving someone romantically would lead to misjudgements due to the inevitable prioritizing of their loved ones (see: how Anakin Skywalker became Darth Vader). 

Story notes: the numbers for the two Suho clones are 0522 for May 22th, which is Suho's real birthday, and 0408 for Exo's debut date when Suho as an idol was technically "born".
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Title:  Concentration
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 625 words
Summary: Junmyeon's first Initiate Trial is to find a crystal for his lightsaber, not to avoid freezing to death. Star Wars!AU.




Ilum was a ridiculously cold planet, and not for the first time since Junmyeon and his classmates had been sealed within the crystal caves underneath its frozen surface did he grumble over the fact that the kyber crystals so essential to every Jedi's lightsaber could only be harvested on an arctic hellhole like this. Such behavior wasn't exactly becoming of a Jedi Initiate, but neither was freezing to death like what was going to happen to him if he stayed in these caves any longer. How anyone could concentrate long enough in this place to actually successfully meditate was beyond him.

And yet, this was what years of training in the temple had been leading up to. Hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of his fellow Jedi had gone through this particular trial, one of the first before officially embarking on the path of a Jedi Padawan. Junmyeon wouldn't be any different.

It'd be easier if he could use the Force to numb himself to the cold a little, but selecting the perfect crystal for his lightsaber meant he had to concentrate.

"The crystal is the heart of the blade," he muttered, clutching his robes tighter and trying to ignore the way he could see his breath after each word, "the heart of the crystal is the Jedi."

As he recited the mantra, he thought of his instructors back at the temple, of the customized lightsabers hanging from their utility belts and how dearly he had always wanted to wield one instead of the standard training sabers he and the other members of the Wolf Clan had all been handed to practice with instead. Envy, like most other passionate emotions, was strongly discouraged. But did it count as envy to want a lightsaber of his own, to take his place alongside the Jedi Masters and Jedi Knights and serve the Republic like he'd always been taught?

Focusing on those teachings seemed to be the best way to block out the cold at least, and Junmyeon was certain he'd be able to achieve Moving Mediation if he just started concentrating on peace and serenity and the all-encompassing nature of the Force rather than the goosebumps forming on his skin.

"The Jedi is the crystal of the Force," he continued reciting, continuing to walk through the endless tunnels. He closed his eyes and felt himself reaching out for the Force, for any sign of life and energy besides himself. "The Force is the blade of the heart."

There. A spark towards his left, like a tiny voice calling out to him. He felt his skin prickle, not from the cold for once, but from gentle pull of whatever was waiting for him at the end of his path. Junmyeon must have walked past dozens of other crystals, only faintly registering their faint connection to the Force. All of them paled in comparison to that little spark though, so similar to the draw he had felt each time he had found a new component for his future lightsaber during the past few months.

"All are intertwined: the crystal, the blade, the Jedi." He was so close now, but instead of excitement, Junmyeon felt the familiar calm that accompanied him each time he truly entered a meditative state. Only when he felt the crystal -- his focusing crystal -- in front of him did he open his eyes, taking in the beautiful green glow of the gem. Slowly, he extended his hand and called upon the power of the Force to gently free it from the surrounding rock, smiling as he released his hold to drop it into the palm of his hand.

"We are one," Junmyeon whispered happily, soaking in the sweet warmth of the crystal on his skin.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Written for the Star Wars AU event held over at EM right after Christmas, lol. It was a pretty fun challenge, and one I got moderate prep time into seeing as I ended up doing a lot of research into the Star Wars universe during my flight to Arizona (though, unfortunately, there wasn't enough time or inspiration to write more). I was solely on Team Suho this time around, and he... didn't win haha. Anyway so. This is based off of the Jedi Initiate Trials that Jedi Younglings/Initiates must undergo in order to advance to the next level and become Padawans, specifically the Trial where Initiates must build their own lightsabers. One of the most interesting things I found during my research was that the mantra associated with the construction of lightsabers ends with the phrase "We are one", which is very obviously also Exo's slogan. So it felt right to mix them both together, because they're words both the real Suho and this Star Wars AU Suho would find comforting :)

So. Notes. Writing about the Force was hard. His lightsaber crystal is going to be green because that tends to be the color of Jedi Consulars, who seek peace through diplomacy rather than battle and force, focusing on the more scholarly approach to the Force. Jedi Younglings were raised in groups that were named after animals, so I put Suho in the Wolf Clan because of its coincidental connection to Exo. I titled it "Concentration" mainly because I'm not sure what else I could've called and also because of a quote about how it is "focusing totally on the business at hand and commanding your body to do exactly what you want it to do" which is exactly what Suho is working on here. I tried to be as accurate as possible regarding Star Wars mythos. Yay.
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Title: The Same Old Thing
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric, implied one-sided Lay/Sehun
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 1170 words
Summary: A day in the life of vampire carpenter Kim Junmyeon.




Most people take one look at Junmyeon -- at his tiny frame and smooth hands and large glasses and thick sweaters -- and immediately deem him unworthy of his trade. Nevermind that he's been in business for years, that he's accrued even the most unnecessary of certifications. Just because he isn't all rippling abs and ninety kilos of pure muscle covered in a healthy layer of sawdust doesn't mean he's not good at his job.

"It's just that you're so small. And you look like you'd cut your hand off with your own table saw," Chanyeol explains unhelpfully, which is exactly when Junmyeon starts to shove him out of the store. "No, wait, ajusshi-"

"Hyung."

"But aren't you like a hundred years old--"

"Hyung," Junmyeon emphasizes, his smile even more strained as they widen enough to expose his fangs, "Don't make me repeat myself, Park Chanyeol."

It's not much of a threat to be honest. Chanyeol's family has a long history of being regulars -- high paying and loyal, everything a craftsman could dream of barring having to deal with constant reminders of their scion's personality faults -- and Junmyeon couldn't lift a finger against Chanyeol himself even if he wanted to, except maybe to flick at his forehead.

However, on most days, it doesn't seem like Chanyeol is actually aware of that little fact. Whether he understands exactly how much power his family wields in Seoul's Underground still isn't all that clear even after years of knowing each other, but Junmyeon has no idea how else they explain getting away with all of Chanyeol's accidents besides the three B's: bribery, blackmail, and beatings.

"Your order will be ready in two weeks. I'll send an email," Junmyeon says, polite and formal as always.

"Two weeks?!" Chanyeol asks, as if that wasn't the usual amount of time it took Junmyeon to take care of one of his orders, "But hyung, what am I going to do with them until then? They won't have anywhere to sleep!"

"You'll manage. This isn't your first time. I have confidence in you," Junmyeon recites, just like every other time they've gone through this mess because of Chanyeol's lack of impulse control.

As soon as his, admittedly best, customer has been shoved past the threshold of the store, Junmyeon withdraws his hands. His security system will handle the rest. He watches with no small amount of satisfaction as Chanyeol knocks on the glass doors with the saddest of puppy dog faces.

"Park Chanyeol, you are no longer welcome here," Junmyeon states very clearly, sealing the deal and the wards. Chanyeol's face somehow manages to look even more miserable, so he adds a quiet "for now" to soften the blow. But it doesn't change the fact that their business has been settled and Chanyeol no longer has a reason for loitering in his store.

Thankfully, there's enough history between the two of them that Chanyeol knows better than to push his luck by even attempting to make it past the wards, so it's little surprise that he doesn't bother sticking around the storefront long after that. Even he has to abide by the laws of invitation, no matter whose spawn he is. And now that Junmyeon can finally hear the poppy music playing over his speakers once again, he can relax. Mindless idol music really is a pleasant alternative to Chanyeol's boisterousness, almost sounds like a reward for having dealt with his fellow vampire for as long as he had.

He gets maybe an hour to himself, swaying back and forth to the beats of each song and mouthing the words silently as he takes a seat and starts drafting up the designs for his latest commissions. More often than not, business is always this slow -- carpentry isn't exactly a highly sought after craft nowadays and not many people appreciate a properly made coffin anymore -- but during times like this, he can't say he really minds it too much. A century is a long time to get used to slow days.

The first draft of the latest set of caskets is almost done, and he's just starting adjust the dimensions to fit the size of Chanyeol's latest recruits when the bell above the front door chimes. The only thing that stops him from quickly sliding his designs away and out of sight is the familiar view of two young men walking in. Instead, he leaves the papers where they are -- it's not like neither Jongin or Sehun don't already know what he's working on. It doesn't even feel like that long ago when he first made their very first coffins to sleep in.

"Hey, hyung!" Jongin greets first, grinning more widely with each step he takes closer, "Guess what?"

"If this is about Chanyeol turning another couple of people into his new lackeys last night, I'm already working on that," Junmyeon answers dryly. He glances once more at the papers on his counter and resists the urge to sigh. Like population control in Seoul wasn't already an issue without the rest of them having to worry about guys like Chanyeol going around and accidentally gnawing on necks whenever they felt like it.

His guess is easily dismissed with a shake of Jongin's head. "No, it's not about that. You know that new guy who works at the art store down the street? The dimple guy?"

"Jongin..." Sehun groans, already tugging at his friend's arm roughly, like that'll hold back the news Jongin's all too eager to share, "you weren't supposed to tell anyone."

"You never said that," Jongin says quickly before yanking his arm out of Sehun's grasp and speeding over to Junmyeon's side. "But hyung, you know who I'm talking about, right?"

It takes a moment -- Junmyeon's seen a lot of faces in his time, so many that sometimes it gets difficult to tell one human neighbor apart from another -- but eventually his memory stumbles upon the memory of a human with a soft lilt to his voice and a sheepish smile whenever he got his words mixed up. Ah, the dimples and v-cut necklines man who dropped by the week before.

"Zhang Yixing," he finally remembers, "what about him?" He hopes the guy isn't any trouble. The last time they had a hunter move into the neighborhood had been such a hassle. He still owed Kyungsoo a rather large favor for taking care of the man before anyone in their community had been staked. It'd be preferable if he didn't have to go calling their pest control guy in again.

Jongin glances over at Sehun who fixes a weak but warning glare on him. If he had enough blood in him, his cheeks would probably be nice and pretty and pink like Junmyeon's last snack. "Well, let's just say Sehun has been in the mood for Chinese take-out lately," he laughs, slapping a hand wildly on Junmyeon's shoulder as Sehun looks like he wants to die a second death.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: This was actually written as part of my 100-words-a-day writing challenge last year (which I actually... did pretty well with), but I cleaned up what I had and posted it during the Round 2.5 mess for EIWAU. My last work :'( sadly Xiumin remained eliminated anyway. Anyway, this was inspired by a thread on Dramabeans making a crack about all of the "Vampire [insert occupation]" trend in k-dramas, suggesting a drama called "Vampire Carpenter" featuring a vampire who made coffins for others lol. It was actually pretty fun to write though I wish I knew where to go with it so I could continue. It probably would've been slice of life haha. The title is a last minute thing honestly, but refers to how Suho is already used to everything that happens in this: Chanyeol biting people, making more coffins, Kai and Sehun coming to visit, human neighbors. Also a joke about how he's so old in this lol.

Last notes: in case it's not clear: the vampires here abide by looser "rules of invitation". Suho's shop probably has a welcome mat or something outside that allows other vampires in, but if he forces them out like Chanyeol, they're no longer allowed in. Also, I was wrong. So painfully wrong. Suho is all rippling abs. So much abs
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Title: Fish are Friends
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chanyeol-centric, slight Chanyeol/D.O
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, words
Summary: Chanyeol has magic and a fish farm and uses both to have friends. 




The garden is quiet when Chanyeol enters it that morning, the wooden gates swinging shut behind him with a lazy wave of his hand. It'd be more disturbing if there had been noises other than the calling of the birds and the buzzing of the insects and the babbling of the brook that fed into his carefully maintained pond. After all, no one was allowed in or out without his permission.

"Minseok hyung," he calls out, looking around for the groundskeeper. Unlike the rest of Chanyeol's attendants who are in charge of taking care of his estate, Minseok works and resides solely in the garden, "it's Chanyeol. I'm bored."

He hears a scoff, but when Chanyeol turns his head to look over, there's a smile on Minseok's face as he makes his way over. "I'm sure you probably have some business back in the main house to settle," he says. There's a hint of disapproval in his voice, a warning that Chanyeol should probably perform his duties properly for once. However, despite their ages, Chanyeol is the master and Minseok is the servant, and all the side-eyeing in the world couldn't change that. Or it shouldn't anyway, because the narrowing of Minseok's sharp eyes makes the guilt in his gut burn a little more than he likes.

"But business is boring. I wanna hang out here instead," Chanyeol whines. Minseok has, unfortunately, long since developed quite a bit of immunity towards his antics though, far better at resisting than most of the people forced to deal with Chanyeol on a daily basis. The look on his face is utterly unimpressed as he stands there, the sole obstacle to the lazy day of Chanyeol's dreams.

Honestly, there's no reason for him to still kick up a fuss about it the way he does every time this happens anyway. The situation's not even really that unusual seeing as Chanyeol spends half of his time lounging in the garden, sunbathing and swimming and sleeping and wasting time in general. Sometimes casting little spells he'd get in trouble for anywhere else because what if something caught on fire, Chanyeol?! or stop levitating the dishware, Chanyeol! No, it doesn't matter that you can fix it!

"C'mon, hyung, please," he continues when Minseok makes no sign of uncrossing his arms and undoing his frown, "just for an hour or two? I need to take care of the fish anyway, I'm sure they miss me."

At the mention of the garden's other inhabitants, Minseok visibly wavers. Chanyeol holds back a sharp-toothed grin and waits.

"Well... I suppose it's about time you spent some time with them," Minseok admits, "Kyungsoo in particular has been getting rather grumpy."

Chanyeol laughs, as loud and obnoxious as he wants. "Kyungsoo's always in a mood with me, but if it's you saying so, then I guess I'll have to do something about it."

Really he'd been thinking of taking out Sehun or Jongin today, but he could easily just do that another day. Tomorrow even. It's been a long time since he's spent time with Kyungsoo anyway, though, he's pretty sure that has more to do with the fish swimming away every time Chanyeol reaches out to stroke his shiny black scales.

"So where is the little guy?" he asks, trailing behind Minseok as they both walk over to the large pond taking up half the space in the garden. He's answered not by his groundskeeper, but by a splash from the water, aimed precisely so that the legs of his pants are speckled with water. "Ah. There he is. That's not nice, Kyungsoo-yah."

A carp smaller than many of the others stares up at him from under the water with large, unblinking eyes. completely unrepentant. It has a certain charm to it, making it hard for Chanyeol to feel even a prickle of irritation.

Chanyeol bends down, hunching over so he's as close to the water as possible. "Hey, ready for some exercise?" Without waiting for an answer, he reaches out so that his hand is hovering over Kyungsoo in the water. After a little bit of finger wiggling and a whole lot of concentration, he and Minseok watch as the fish starts growing in size, his body warping. His fins stretch into long, wide sleeves with delicate fingers peeking out past the hemline, his tail splitting into two clothed legs. His face completely changes shape and color, and by the end of the whole mess, there's a short young man dressed in a glimmering black hanbok standing in the shallow pond water.

"Don't call me little," Kyungsoo grumbles as he makes his way out. By the time he's on dry land, there's not a drop of water on him. "What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have work to do?"

"You and Minseok hyung are way too similar," Chanyeol laughs, standing back up and wrapping an arm around Kyungsoo's narrow shoulders. "By the way, I missed you too."

Kyungsoo elbows him away, turning to look at Minseok with accusing eyes. "You said you wouldn't say anything, hyung."

Minseok holds up both hands in surrender, but he's smiling too. "But you got what you wanted, right?"

There's no need for Chanyeol to wait for an answer, not when he can see Kyungsoo's newly formed ears going red underneath his dark hair. He reaches out for Kyungsoo again, draping himself all over that tiny body, and unsurprisingly, pleasantly, this time Kyungsoo doesn't shove him off.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Originally meant for Round 2 of EIWAU, but because of impatient anons, the mod decided to end the round early and do a sudden death for the six eliminated teams as Round 2.5. Honestly, if that's the way it was gonna be, this wouldn't have been Chanyeol/D.O, but Chanyeol/Sehun instead since it was originally based off of the
Ceci interview from the photoshoot Chanyeol and Sehun did together. In the interview, Sehun said that Chanyeol is basically running a fish farm, which is another way of saying he's basically managing a harem, which is another way of saying he's managing a lot of friends haha. 
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Title: The World Turned Upside-Down
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric, hints of Chanyeol/Xiumin
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 286 words
Summary: Minseok was never one for questioning, for exploring. Not until Chanyeol. Patema Inverted!AU




The deeper tunnels were strictly off-limits to all residents of Lagos. Minseok had never really questioned it before, had just accepted it as yet another ironclad rule of his father, the chief, and carried on with his life as he scavenged for supplies in the areas they actually were allowed in.

But then Chanyeol. Chanyeol and his strange stories and that even stranger slip of glossy paper -- depicting a ceiling that wasn't just dirt and wiring, that was blue and white instead. Even stranger was the fact that whenever Chanyeol let the paper slip from his fingers, instead of falling to the ground, it would drift up towards the ceiling.

"How did you get it to do that?" Minseok asks him before his last trip. He has a lot of questions for Chanyeol, who seems to know so much despite being a couple of years younger, but he always finds himself saving them for a later that never comes.

"That's just how it's made," Chanyeol shrugs, confusion in his eyes despite the smile on his face, "I've found a lot of things like that. They'll fly up into the sky if you don't hold them tight enough."

Maybe that's why Chanyeol himself disappeared. Because Minseok didn't hold tight enough and he drifted up into the sky like the photograph had wanted to.

But maybe he hasn't gotten too far. That's why Minseok is in the tunnels now, descending lower and lower into the darkness. The rope he has tied around his waist doesn't feel quite tight enough, but he doesn't actually notice it slipping away until he's too far down to do anything besides cling more tightly to the ladder built into the tunnel's walls.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt:
When I look at the stars / I worry that gravity will reverse / and I'll fall up into the sky / forever.
Author's Note: Written for the last Caucus Race of Round 2 of EIWAU. This was based off of the animated movie
Patema Inverted, in which two sets of people live on Earth but with opposing gravities. It's... pretty confusing when you watch it, haha. But here, Xiumin is a resident (technically the prince) of the underground community, which I called Lagos for both simplicity's sake and in honor of one of the movie's characters. I think that was the plan anyway, I don't really remember after a year... Haha. Chanyeol is kinda in Lagos' role I guess, in opening Xiumin's mind up to the possibilities of the other community. Objects and people from one community will obey the gravity of their home community, so the photograph is from the other community, which is why it floats "up" in Xiumin's opinion but in its own reality is falling down naturally. The title is both meant literally and because of Xiumin's mindset in the process of changing, but also it's from a line from the Hamilton musical that got stuck in my head.
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Title: Strange Things are Happening
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric
Genre: General
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 569 words
Summary: A lot has changed since Minseok has last stepped foot in Republic City. Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra!AU




"I haven't seen a single bender since I've arrived here," Minseok says curiously, looking around Republic City carefully for any sign of an earthbender or a firebender or a fellow waterbender. It's a lot larger than he remembers it being from his last visit here. Everything is bigger. Sleek lines and sharp edges everywhere. "Do they all stick to the other side of town or something?"

Chanyeol seems to hesitate before answering, glancing around in case anyone is listening too closely. "There's, ah. There's not very many of us left, Minseok hyung. The Equalists made sure of that." From beside him, Kyungsoo grimaces, rubbing his upper arm. There's a story there that they haven't gotten to yet.

Equalists though. That's not a word Minseok's heard very often, but it's definitely one he's seen plastered on the city walls they've passed, on large stylized posters impossible to miss.

"But how?" Minseok continues asking. He's been gone from this world so long, there's so much he needs to catch up on. He's still not quite sure how a few days in the spirit world had resulted in almost a hundred human years passing when that had never been the case before, when there had been no indication of any difference in the flow of time between the two worlds.

Somehow, somewhere, something had gone terribly wrong and now he was paying the price.

"There was an uprising," Kyungsoo replies, quiet enough that no one would be able to eavesdrop unless they were either airbenders or trying very, very hard. "They used... It wasn't quite like chi-blocking, because no chi-blocker has ever been able to figure out exactly how to reverse it as far as anyone's heard, but they just took people's bending away."

The bitter tone of his voice is hard for Minseok to ignore. But he waits until they've turned down an isolated alley, towards the shabby apartment his two new friends reside in. They're in the slums, Minseok recognizes. Unlike everything else, very little has changed here, unfortunately.

"Did they get you too, Kyungsoo?" he asks cautiously, reaching out for Kyungsoo's hand.

Kyungsoo yanks it away. "They only managed to seal one of my arms." The same one he's been rubbing, Minseok would guess. "Chanyeol managed to distract them before they could get to the rest of me." His eyes go soft when he mentions the last bit, and Minseok watches as he manages at weak smile at his best friend.

"Good thing it wasn't his legs," Chanyeol adds, patting Kyungsoo roughly on the shoulder with more cheer than he probably feels, "I know they may look short to you, Minseok hyung-" Minseok glances down at his own unimpressive set of legs and raises an eyebrow, but Chanyeol continues on, "but that's where all his strength is you know? All an earthbender really needs is the ground under their feet after all."

"If you don't quit talking, you'll be the one with a useless leg," Kyungsoo mutters even though Chanyeol just laughs, "if I recall, firebenders don't use those nearly as much as their fingers."

Minseok tunes out the rest of their banter, even when Kyungsoo looks dangerously close to carrying through with his threats. There's a lot he needs to do here, he thinks sadly. So much he needs to fix, so much time he needs to make up for.

But then, what else is the Avatar for?







Original Post: Here.
Prompt: A boy from 1920s learns he’s actually in the year 2020, where technology is advanced and he’s a social study.
Author's Note: Written for a Caucus Kick during Round 2 of EIWAU. After seeing a prompt like that, how could I not write an A:TLA AU where Xiumin is a relic of a person? lol though the setting has more in common with A:LoK tbh. Title taken from Randy Newman's "
Strange Things" from Toy Story, mainly because of the message of things changing and Xiumin being left "alone, forgotten, way up on the shelf", the shelf being his position as the Avatar. 
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Title: Smokescreen
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric, Chen/Xiumin
Genre: Romance, Sci-fi
Rating: PG
Length: Oneshot, 2693 words
Summary: Inside of the compound's botanical rooms, Minseok is always dreaming -- of actual skies and green trees and fresh air and Jongdae. Love Me Right!AU. Warning: mentions of hallucinogenic drugs.




More often than not, Minseok manages to slip away after his shifts in the laboratory, his footsteps echoing down darkened corridors he's long since learned by heart. The compound is always emptier in this sector, although he never really understood why -- compared to the bright entertainment and neon lights of the other rooms, the botanical rooms seem far more interesting, their contents far more precious.

"Hyung! Hurry up already!"

Even from a distance, Jongdae's voice is able to make Minseok's footsteps fall that much faster. He feels his chest lightening the closer he gets, a relief after a long day in the lab, a majority of his ongoing experiments and projects having been plagued by bad trials and worse results no matter what he tried. At least he's done with all of that now, at least for today.

"I'm coming," he calls back as he turns one last corner.

At the end of the hallway, Jongdae fidgets in front of the door, shifting from one foot to another in anticipation. Despite the nervous energy radiating off of him in droves, just the sight of him waiting there is enough for the last of the day's tension to ease itself out of Minseok's heavy shoulders. He lets out a deep breath, feels his lips begin to curl up. Nowhere near as much as Jongdae's mouth could, but Minseok doesn't think there's anyone whose smile could even come close to that.

It's as he's approaching that Jongdae turns his head and catches sight of him, eyes crinkling into crescents as he waves. "About time, hyung!" he greets playfully, "I thought you were gonna stand me up."

"Never," Minseok insists, masking his sincerity with his own playful grin.

There are multiple reasons Minseok has to be there, after all. He's the only one between the two of them with a master key to the botanical rooms. Jongdae would get up to too much trouble if left to his own devices -- or worse -- left with his friends. Minseok would miss him too much if they went a day without meeting.

"Laying down in the dirty grass is the best part of my day," he says instead, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." At least he means it, anyway.

Unlocking the door comes easily, especially in comparison to the first time the two of them had snuck away into it. Back then, Minseok had almost had a heart attack at every scruff of their shoes on the tile floors and every squeak they heard in the hallways. It had almost rendered the point of finding peace in the botanical rooms moot. Now, his fingers slip the card key through the lock much more smoothly, the door sliding open without any resistance. Jongdae is already buzzing with energy beside him, but it's a pleasant buzz. Warm and reassuring more than anything.

"Finally!" Jongdae crows, slipping past Minseok so he can enter the room first. He's usually more courteous than that, but maybe his own day had been just as stressful as Minseok's. They both come here to unwind after all, to relax after long, hard days. The compound's broadcasting department probably has as much trouble as Minseok's research division. Unlike Jongdae though, Minseok takes his time. The botanical rooms were his sanctuaries after all, and he enjoyed taking them in slowly.

For how dear they hold it, the contents of this particular room are actually quite meager in comparison to some of the larger rooms. The others were filled with a far more diverse collection of plants: trees of all sizes and bushes of all shapes and the occasional flower adding a splash of contrasting color against dark concrete walls. What awaited the two of them in this room was simply a small plot, barely large enough for them to lie down on. The only real similarities it shared with the other rooms were the small television monitors and radios strewn about, the channels almost permanently set to black and white static and the stations playing the sound of crickets and rustling leaves and everything Minseok imagines the outside world would sound like.

And yet, this is enough for him, and he knows Jongdae feels the same. This is as close as they'll ever get to going outside the compound, so it'll do just fine.

Jongdae's already making himself comfortable as Minseok carefully shuts the door behind them, peeking his head out into the hallway one last time to make sure they haven't been followed. "C'mon, hyung,' he says, "make yourself at home."

Minseok closes his eyes just as the lock clicks, effectively cutting them off from the rest of the compound. He takes one more deep breath, this time so that he can indulge in the smell of grass and dirt as it overpowered the hint of chemicals still lingering on him. It smells fresher than anything else in the compound, nothing like the stale air circulating outside.

"You're too impatient today, Jongdae. There's nothing wrong with taking our time and savoring everything."

His words of wisdom are met with a snort. "Whatever you say, Minseok hyung," Jongdae answers, his voice already starting to drift off. When Minseok finally looks over at him, he finds his companion already sprawled out on the plot, his head cushioned in a bed of green and purple ferns.

It's only after Minseok joins him, lying down in the opposite direction but with his head level to Jongdae's, that Jongdae opens his mouth one more time.

"Sweet dreams, hyung," he croons, far too sweetly.

Minseok lets his eyelids fall once more, because he knows that what he'll find when he does won't be the usual darkness. Instead, the sight of Jongdae's sharp features and his gentle smile, framed by the canopy of leaves overhead, is all he sees.




"How were your experiments today, Minseok?" his father asks over evening tea.

It's mostly been horrible as usual, he wants to say. Nothing of value had been gained, while plenty of time he could've spent dozing in the botanical room with Jongdae had been lost. He would much rather still be there, breathing in the fresh air and dreaming side by side with Jongdae, instead of seated at a table far too large and far too cluttered for a family of four. The only thing worse about having to leave the botanical rooms to come home was the fact that it meant Jongdae had to leave prematurely as well -- after all, despite all his rule-breaking, Minseok knows he definitely isn't allowed to hand over his master key, no matter how tempting the idea is.

Now's not the time for sulking or daydreaming or regrets though.

"We're progressing at our usual pace," he finally offers, taking a sip from his own teacup as an excuse to say little else.

His father hums approvingly, as if Minseok's words aren't emptier than they seem. "Well, keep at it. You had your own personal project too, didn't you? How's that coming along?"

Minseok almost chokes on his tea, feels the liquid burning down his throat. "Oh. Did I mention that to you?" he asks in-between coughs.

"Not very much," his father tells him, "just that you were working on something in your free time."

Right, the free time he had in-between all of his frustrating, officially ordered lab work and his time spent with Jongdae. There's not much of that, honestly. Today, he hadn't even been able to open the second lab notebook he kept just for that particular experiment, hidden deep in his desk where none of his fellow coworkers could accidentally find it.

"It's a little further along," he eventually admits, "but I still have some trials to run." Trials to test whether the purple fumes produced are toxic or harmful to living organisms, trials to test whether the effects he'd been aiming for would actually work. Dosages, duration, negative side-effects -- all of those things had to be tested somehow before he could finally make use of his pet project.

But if he could make it work, it'd be worth it.




Minseok wakes up to Jongdae humming under his breath. As soothing as their shared silence can be, it'd be a lie for him to say he prefers that to Jongdae's voice. Eventually, unfortunately, Jongdae's humming begins to fade away as he slowly begins to drift off again.

"Jongdae?" Minseok asks softly, unwilling to disturb the quiet that has settled down over them like a blanket. He stares up at the leaves overhead and the fluorescent light beyond them, wishing it was the actual sun instead. "How would you feel about seeing what it's like outside?"

"Mmng," Jongdae mumbles, rolling onto his side so that his lips are that much closer to Minseok's ear. "Cool, I guess... You gonna take me there, hyung?"

Minseok rolls over as well so that he can meet Jongdae's eyes, but by then they're already closed and he's back to sleeping soundly, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his skin. Minseok indulges in the view, a tender smile slowly creeping onto his face.

It's unfortunate he can't give Jongdae an answer. Not yet, anyway. But soon.




It takes a few more weeks of trial and error, but Minseok finally thinks he has a formula that'll work. It's passed all of his tests except the most important, but he waits until a day when Jongdae won't be available even after his usual work shift in the broadcasting department to finally try it out himself.

"I'll lock up today," he tells Kyungsoo, the only other person left in the lab. Luckily, Kyungsoo agrees easily enough, and as soon as he's done cleaning up his own mess he heads out, leaving Minseok alone with the lab.

Being in the lab is nothing like the botanical rooms. It's not like he minds the familiar smells of the different chemicals he works with whether they've been filtered through his gas mask or not, but there's no way he would ever choose it over the fresh air he and Jongdae get to share when no one's looking. Air that's clean and pure, with a hint of the earth they've managed to save in those rooms from whatever it is outside the walls of the compound. But the laboratory is familiar at least, and he easily sets up his equipment with the same ease with which he usually performs his officially sanctioned experiments.

But he knows that unlike the fruitless projects he is ordered to run, this time, everything will work out.

He's on the last step, just about the pour a flask of pink liquid into his mixture when he realizes he's humming one of Jongdae's little melodies to himself, muffled by his gas mask. He doesn't stop though, not even when he takes the mask off and not even as dark pink fumes begin to rise around him. Instead, he settles down at one of the stations in the lab, resting his head on his crossed arms, and closes his eyes. Thinks of trees and leaves and skies he's only seen on television screens, of Jongdae seeing them too.




Through the smoke, the first thing Minseok sees after opening his eyes are trees higher than any of the compound's ceilings, a cloudy sky with hints of sun peeking through and lining each cluster with silver light. The world he's in stretches endlessly in every direction he can see, and he's almost tempted to take off and see how far it goes.

But the thought of Jongdae stops him. He doesn't want to experience this alone, the same way he would never want to lie down in their plot alone. So he settles back down to wait for the effects of the smoke to wear off, resting his back against the rough bark of one of the many trees around him. It prickles against his back through his shirt, and if this were real there'd be thin scratch marks there as a result.

But there won't be, because none of this is real. Not the wind blowing through his hair or the bark pressing up against his back or the sunlight shining down on him or the soil he's digging into with his fingers. But it is a success.




He wakes up again, but this time under the bright fluorescent lighting of the laboratory, and grins.




"Are you done yet, hyung?" Jongdae asks, squatting in the corner as he watches Minseok set up his equipment on the plot. From the slight lilt of his voice, Minseok can tell he's getting more and more impatient. He can't really blame Jongdae for that though. he hasn't told him much of anything, just that he had a surprise for him.

"Almost," Minseok promises, as he checks over everything one last time, "you can go ahead and lay down. I just have one more thing to do and then we can start."

Jongdae is more hesitant today when he makes his way over, which is unsurprising. All sorts of rumors must go around about exactly what work they're doing in the labs, and not all of it is nice. "And you're sure this is safe?" he asks, "I mean I trust you and everything, but-"

Minseok stops what he's doing so he can look Jongdae in the eye, trying to convey nothing but pure sincerity in his gaze. "I really think you'll like this," he says as gently as he can, "trust hyung, okay?"

The corners of Jongdae's lips curl up into that familiar smile. "Alright, hyung. Now move over, you're in my spot."

It's not until Jongdae's head is once more cushioned by the ferns that Minseok begins to mix the chemicals together in two separate containers, with one positioned closer to Jongdae and one positioned closer to where he usually ends up sleeping himself. The smoke is already beginning to rise by the time he gets himself settled, and as soon as he's lying down, Jongdae reaches out for his hand.

"Just breathe it in, Jongdae," he instructs, taking in a loud, deep breath himself as a demonstration, "breathe it in and close your eyes. I'll be there when you wake up."

"You better be," Jongdae mutters, squeezing Minseok's fingers between his own one last time.




This time when Minseok starts to wake up, it's to Jongdae calling out his name. He feels slender fingers softly slapping his cheek before trailing down along his jawline, past his collarbones before finally running down along the fabric of his suspenders. There's a slight tug of the fabric, not quite strong enough to pull him up, but there's something about the way they hook around his suspenders that leaves him short of breath. Once the pull disappears, he opens his eyes and finds Jongdae's face hovering above him, framed by pink smoke and bursts of sunlight and a different canopy of leaves than he's used to.

"Hyung!" Jongdae calls out, smiling more brightly than the first time they had claimed the botanical rooms for themselves, "This is amazing! Hurry and wake up already!" He holds his hand out for Minseok to grab hold of, and as soon as they connect, he yanks Minseok up onto his feet.

"So you like it?" Minseok asks, watching Jongdae take in the greenery around them with wide eyes. "Didn't I tell you?"

All Jongdae can do is nod dumbly. He's already starting to walk through the trees, never once releasing Minseok's hand as he leads the way. A few times, he almost stumbles over fallen logs and stray plants half buried by the fallen leaves crunching underneath their feet because he can't take his eyes off of the sky overhead, so different from the tile and fluorescent lighting they've both grown up with, and Minseok holds back a laugh.

"You did," Jongdae admits, turning to look back at Minseok. "Can we explore? You didn't look around already, did you?"

"I'd never go without you," Minseok tells him. And when Jongdae takes off running towards the nearest clearing and never once lets go of Minseok's hand, he knows Jongdae feels the same way.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Written for Round 2 of EIWAU, although I actually started writing it way before the event started, back when the
Love Me Right MV first premiered. Honestly, the aesthetics of the MV were really amazing (barring the football outfits) even if it wasn't the most coherent video, and I especially loved all of the Xiumin and Chen scenes which are what really inspired this oneshot. (Also, imo, they had the scenes that could be connected best haha.) The backstory doesn't really get elaborated on, but it's basically post-apocalyptic I suppose, with the members of Exo (and presumably many others) living in a compound isolated from the outside world for whatever reason. It wouldn't be my first time writing about people living in a base, haha. 

Compared to Chen who I placed in the compound's broadcasting department just because I like his voice, Xiumin became a scientist because of the
scenes of him working with smoky chemicals in the MV. It was actually pretty easy to link that to the perpetual smoke and fog surrounding Xiumin and Chen in the garden and forest scenes. The real kickers were the scene of the boys standing on the plot with the smoke around them and the contrasting images of the boys sleeping on purple ferns and then on green ferns. It seemed like that indicated a shift of some point, from the artificiality of the garden plot to the actual forest. Additionally, the family scene was based off of Xiumin at that teacup-loaded table. God, this MV was so beautiful. Last note about the inspiration, but I very much needed to include the scenes of Chen waking Xiumin up because the trailing fingers and the hand holding was too much for me to handle.

Lastly... Honestly? I only really write quiet romances. The lengths that Xiumin went to -- concocting a hallucinogenic drug so that he could share a fantasy with Chen (hello, Inception's somacin) -- are pretty epic, but I try to keep their interactions very lowkey. They simply enjoy each other's presence, and there's a love and loyalty and trust based off of that.
Sighs forever.

OH RIGHT, real last note: this was originally titled "Welcome to Wonderland", partially because of the meme event theme, but also because Xiumin is bringing Chen into a forest, as their wonderland. I decided to change it to "Smokescreen" because of the chemical fumes involved and also because of the definition of "a ruse designed to disguise someone's real intentions or activities". The things Xiumin does are for Chen, but he's not upfront about it. 

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Title: If I Said I Want Your Body Now, Would You Hold It Against Me? 
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chanyeol-centric, hints of Chanyeol/D.O, D.O/Xiumin, and Chanyeol/Xiumin
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble, 604 words
Summary: Kyungsoo and his cute little hyung are going to help Chanyeol with his grudge whether they like it or not. Oh My Ghostess!AU. Warning: hint of potential dubcon.




Park Chanyeol had never intended to die, let alone die a virgin with a grudge about said virginity, doomed to wander the streets of Seoul until he either got laid or became an evil spirit. Whichever came first. How he even made it to twenty-two with both his dick and his asshole untouched by anyone other than himself was as much of a mystery as his own death, considering how ridiculously good looking he was.

"Kyungsoo-yah," he whines pitifully, ringing the bells around his neck as loudly as he can, until it drives Kyungsoo insane, "Kyungsoo, please, just help me settle this and then I can move on and then you'll never have to deal with me again."

Kyungsoo shakes his head, his lips set into a stubborn frown. There's leash tightly gripped in the shaman's hand, invisible to everyone else but attached to Chanyeol's bell collar like he's some misbehaving dog. "Absolutely not. You're just going to put another guy into shock if you try to jump him with a borrowed body. You just need to make peace with the fact that you're a virgin and then you can pass on--"

"Kyungsoo, please," Chanyeol whines even louder, "you've been in this shaman business for so long, you have to know where I can find a man of vitality. He'd be able to stand it!"

"Park Chanyeol, I am not helping you get laid!."

Unfortunately for him, Kyungsoo says that a bit too loudly, garnering him strange looks from passerbys watching a small, sad man talk angrily to nothing. His ears turn the slightest bit red, and he starts walking faster back to the shrine, dragging Chanyeol along behind him and completely disregarding the way he yelps.

"I don't even need to fuck anyone!" Chanyeol continues arguing because he really just wants to settle his grudge in the quickest way possible, "Like, blowjob, handjob! I'm okay with any of that!"

Kyungsoo whips his head around to stare at him, his face scrunched up. It’s kinda cute like that, Chanyeol thinks to himself. He knows better than to actually say it out loud though. By now anyway. "You're so--"

"Kyungsoo-yah!"

He doesn't even get to finish, because immediately he turns back around to face a man running in his direction. The red has spread from his ears to his cheeks now, his hand slightly clasped behind his back so that his acquaintance won't notice how tightly he's holding on to seemingly nothing. Chanyeol watches with interest.

"Minseok hyung," Kyungsoo responds, smiling awkwardly, "what are you doing here?"

Minseok grins when he finally reaches them, leaning over to give Kyungsoo a friendly hug. Chanyeol gets a close up look at his face and isn't too displeased. "I was just passing by and I saw you. Just wanted to say hi." Chanyeol leans in so that he and this Minseok figure are eye to eye, examining the roundness of his face and the sharpness of his eyes.

And then Minseok shivers. Chanyeol stares, taking in the signs of sweat and goosebumps starting to form on his skin, and grins.

Supernatural sensitivity.

"Whoa, just had a chill," Minseok laughs, pulling away from Kyungsoo, "for some reason I get that around you a lot, Kyungsoo. Any ghosts hanging around?"

It's now or never, Chanyeol decides. He narrows his eyes and makes the jump, targeting Kyungsoo's body for the first time in the two years they've known each other. There's a brief struggle inside as Kyungsoo figures it out, but Chanyeol's a pro at this.

"Of course not, hyung," Chanyeol answers in Kyungsoo's voice, with a sweet smile.







Original PostHere.
Prompt: “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view…Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” - Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Author's Note: Written for a Caucus Race for Round 2 of EIWAU. The title was blatantly stolen from a Britney Spears song that I hear at work far too often. It actually has a double meaning if you think about it, hahaha, so it was irresistible. Anyway, this was based off of a drama that had been airing at the time, "
Oh My Ghostess", in which a virgin ghost cohabits a girl's body in an attempt to settle her virginity grudge and pass on. Because I would rather die than do a meaningless plug-and-chug AU, I switched a few elements around lol. Chanyeol is the virgin ghost, D.O is doubling as the possessed and the shaman who is trying to help the ghost pass on before their spirit is corrupted, and Xiumin is the love interest. The gist of things is that a ghost can only interact with someone who is sensitive to the supernatural, which is why anyone else Chanyeol has tried to approach went into shock. But yeah. I had fun writing this lol. Oh, the reason for the dubcon warning is because technically pretending to be someone else in order to get laid is pretty dubious in terms of consent and also body possession probably counts too. Ha.
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Title: Monopoly
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric
Genre: General, Meta
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 745 words
Summary: It ain't over til it's over. Usually. 




There were only six tokens left on the board. The sack of money, the boot, and the top hat had all been discarded with little surprise, and none of remaining players had really taken notice when their owners had wandered off on their own after they'd gone bankrupt, most of the funds ending up in Sehun's greedy hands. Minseok honestly didn't mind their lack of effort honestly, considering he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to continue playing either. The game had already run far too long for his liking -- he would have to call Changmin hyung later and apologize for standing him up at the gym.

"Kyungsoo hyung, it's your turn," Jongin whined as they all waited for Kyungsoo to finish texting Jo Insung or Lee Kwangsoo or whichever A-list actor had happened to exchange numbers with him after crossing his path. Minseok was honestly surprised he'd even managed to stay in the game as long as he had, given how distracted he was every time he rolled the dice. It'd gotten to the sad point where first Sehun, and then Chanyeol had started moving his wheelbarrow for him.

"Oh. Right," Kyungsoo said, reaching out blindly towards the middle of the board for the red dice without even looking up from his phone. Eventually, Chanyeol had to nudge them in his direction for him before he finally got a hold of them. "Thanks."

Minseok didn't even bother watching as Kyungsoo flicked his wrist and released the dice. He'd hadn't been rolling too well, and it honestly wasn't a huge surprise when he landed on yet another one of Sehun's many properties -- this one acquired from Junmyeon, who hadn't even fought for it -- and then made no move to either shift his token or hand over the rent money.

They all waited at least thirty seconds for Kyungsoo to look up from his phone, and when that didn't happen, Jongdae heaved a long-suffering sigh from across the board.

"Chanyeol, could you..?"

"Yeah. I'll take care of it. Minseok hyung, could you get his money?"

Casting a glance over at Kyungsoo who still seemed oblivious to the world outside of his chatroom, Minseok leaned over and started counting out the exact number of bills need for Kyungsoo to settle his rent while Chanyeol went ahead and moved his wheelbarrow right onto the property where Yixing had finally gone bankrupt before he left the game and where Sehun had just parked his racecar during the last round.

"Don't forget, it's has a hotel," Sehun said, far too smugly considering how horrible he usually was anytime they all sat down to play a game together.

Still, rent was rent. Minseok reached for the hundred dollar bills and watched as Kyungsoo didn't even bat an eye. At least his blatant disregard for the game eased Minseok's guilt as he watched Kyungsoo's supply of money dwindle down to a few twenties and a couple of railroads that he'd probably end up selling during his next turn if no one managed to land on them before then.

Sehun smiled as Minseok handed over the cash. "Thanks, hyung. It's your turn, by the way."

Honestly, either way Minseok was pretty sure he was doomed. At least if one of Kyungsoo's railroads were in the way, he wouldn't have felt so hopeless, but instead, the line of properties in the path of his thimble all belonged to either Jongdae, Jongin, or Sehun. Even Chanyeol's battleship had ended up on Jongin's property during his last trip through this part of the board, but at least there had been only four blue houses there instead of a shiny red hotel.

"Well, Minseok hyung, what are you waiting for?" Chanyeol asked, probably just wanting to get the whole game over and done with. He was at least doing better than Minseok and Kyungsoo, but that wasn't saying much.

Jongdae frowned, leaning over. "You're not going to give up, are you, hyung?" He almost sounded as sincere and concerned as he usually would, but then his lips curled up into a sly smile and Minseok remembered why he was considered one of Baekhyun and Chanyeol's own. "Though if you are, you could will all of your stuff to me, you know."

Before Jongin could start whining about the unfairness of that particular move, Minseok shook his head as he reached out for the dice. "No, just gimme a second. the game's not quite over yet."







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: A meta piece written for Round 2 of EIWAU, commentating on the participation level and progress of the game thus far. It was actually written rather quickly and inspired by a conversation on EM a little earlier about how boring the event had gotten because Team CKS (Chen-Kai-Sehun) were dominating by such a large margin, Team Chanyeol being the only one of Team DCX to really participate, and how Teams Xiumin and D.O had been absent for Round 1 and most of Round 2 up to that point. I feel like someone mentioned something that made me think of monopoly around that time, but I can't find the reference for the life of me lol. But yeah, I was just so. Frustrated. I hadn't done anything for Team Xiumin in Round 1 because I was trying to help Team Suho for once, and I hadn't been able to post much yet for Team Xiumin in Round 2 because I had work and it takes me a while to write things. So this was kind of a "Don't give up just yet!" sort of thing. Which you can kinda tell by the ending. Around the time I posted, mod actually made the decision to hold some sort of... participation gauge I guess, where if Team DCX didn't seem like they were gonna put in an effort, then they were just going to hold some weird mini-round between the eliminated parties of Round 1 and 2 and whoever came on top could enter the finals with Team CKS. It actually went through despite my best efforts to contribute points, which I'm still don't agree with because it effectively ended the round early and before I could post other stuff. How frustrating. 

Anyway, about the actual drabble itself lol. The sack of money, the boot, and the top hat tokens represented Suho, Baekhyun, and Lay who had been eliminated in Round 1, D.O got the wheelbarrow because he was the "Load", Xiumin got the thimble because his team showing was pitiful as fuck, Chanyeol was the battleship because he was the only one on the team with a fighting chance, and Sehun got the racecar because he was doing the best at that point. Did I stare at my old monopoly set forever to figure out who to assign what? Yes. Yes I did. The smug Sehun part was a reference to how he has actually done historically horribly in every other event EM has put on, Chen suggesting Xiumin giving up and giving his assets to him was a reference to how when teams in events are going down, the rival teams will often attempt to recruit them (ha...), and Kai whining was a reference to how anons always complain and whine during the events at every rule and suggestion and judgement lol. 

Honestly, I think I was really happy with this. I hated the situation it was describing, the hopelessness I felt during the event and how things turned out, but at the very least I was happy with writing a meta piece. Others had done it during HGAU but it felt like a while since we had an event that allowed for it? Also, someone told me I characterized Chen pretty well, his sweet side and his cheeky side, so that was nice. 
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Title: Follow Me to the Land of Lost Things
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 388 words
Summary: Junmyeon is in a place where Minseok can't quite follow. Warning: implied character death.




Kyungsoo is the one who finds him standing in front of the mirror, splashing water on his face. His cheeks are slightly red from where he had slapped them in an attempt to wake himself up faster.

"Junmyeon hyung again?" Kyungsoo asks, frowning.

Minseok closes his eyes and nods. It's no surprise who he dreams about -- Junmyeon shows himself almost every other night, beckoning him. Follow me into wonderland, he silently mouths from the other side of a mirror. But no matter how hard Minseok pounds the looking glass in his dreams, he can never quite break through. Junmyeon looks at him with the same expression of disappointment night after night.

The water is still running from the faucet, but it's not loud enough to stop the pounding in Minseok's ears or to block out the lingering echo of Junmyeon's voice. As he reaches over to turn it off, Minseok opens his eyes and for the briefest of moments, it's not his reflection in the mirror he sees, or even Kyungsoo's.

Junmyeon smiles at him, dripping wet and eyes red. Instead of the bathroom Minseok and Kyungsoo are in, he looks to be in a room of oversized furniture, of checkered patterns and bright red hearts. But just as quickly, he vanishes, and all Minseok can see is himself, eyes wide and miserable.

"Hey, are we having a party in here?" he hears Chanyeol ask as the other squeezes past Kyungsoo to join them in the room.

"A funeral, maybe," Kyungsoo mutters, not intending to hurt, but doing so all the same.

Chanyeol's expression falters. He never likes hearing about Junmyeon, is the one most willing to go to any lengths to distract Minseok from his dreams, his memories. He and Junmyeon had gotten along well enough, once upon a time when Junmyeon existed beyond the boundaries of Minseok's mind. It's a pity.

"Oh, I see." Minseok watches Chanyeol's reflection look away, folding into himself. No matter how hard he tries though, he'll always be a giant compared to the two of them. "What did hyung come to tell you this time?" He doesn't actually sound like he wants to know, but Minseok appreciates the effort.

"He wanted me to follow him," Minseok whispers, staring into his reflection. He doesn't say he would have if he could.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt: "His dead brother contacts him through dreams claiming the afterlife is just another dimension."
Author's Note: Can also be alternatively called "Hello from the other siiiiide~" lol.  Written for a Caucus Race/timed challenge during Round 2 of EIWAU. Due to the elimination of Team Suho, I jumped back to my usual team, Team Xiumin (and thus, Chanyeol and D.O). This was kind of a eulogy for Team Suho, who drowned in the storyline of EIWAU. 

When writing this, along with the Wonderland theme of the event, I was originally playing with
this image from the MAMA MV, the parallel scenes of Suho and Xiumin hitting the barrier in the two Overdose MVs, and the feeling of Suho's Pathcode teaser, but an anon brought up that it could connect to Love Me Right too. Tbh, I have no idea which part of LMR would be applicable here, maybe one of the many scenes where Suho is sitting alone? Haha. But honestly, I've always loved the way Suho and Xiumin have been connected in Exo's concepts, and it's made even better by the fact they're my top two favorites lol. 

I think the line that sticks with me the most is D.O calling it a funeral. It's the only indication that as far as he and Chanyeol know, Suho is dead lol. Also "the two of them" can either be D.O and Xiumin, who are physically there, or Suho and Xiumin, who are the main focus of this drabble. Fun. Also, the original title was meant to be "Follow me into Wonderland" but as I was reposting this, "The Land of Lost Things" felt more apt considering Suho's situation.
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Title: No Good, No Judgement, No Choice
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Baekhyun, Lay
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 166 words
Summary: Baekhyun kidnaps someone.




Yixing has a reputation for being good with chemicals and not asking questions. That had been the sole reason Baekhyun had even bothered seeking him out. Unfortunately, whoever had spread that glowing recommendation had obviously been a fucking liar.

"You do know what you're commissioning is chloroform, yes?" Yixing asks, glancing over at the dead weight Baekhyun had brought along with him. There's a frown on his face, far too disapproving and judgmental for someone in his line of work. Baekhyun did not come here for this.

"Look, either you give me the chloroform so I can use it for its intended purpose, or else I'm gonna have to club this guy over the head again when he wakes up." He is not looking forward to that. Kidnapping, fine. Not like that wasn't already scratched out on his bucket list. But repeated battery of the prime minister's son?

Yixing sighs, giving Kim Junmyeon's unconcious body one more look of pity before he hands the bottle over.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt: "Why exactly did you need chloroform at 2 in the morning?"
Author's Note: Written for a Caucus Race (timed 30 minute challenge) for Round 1 of EIWAU. I actually wrote this while in the car, driving to my volunteer shift at the hospital, and there wasn't enough time at the red light for me to actually post it on time. I am forever bitter. The title is a bad attempt at parallelism. Baekhyun is the one up to no good, Lay is the one who is supposed to give no judgement, and Suho is the one with no choice. Seeing as he's unconscious. lol.
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Title: Lightweights
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 234 words
Summary: Junmyeon takes Baekhyun and Yixing out drinking. They're disappointments. 




When Junmyeon volunteered to be the designated driver, he had been expecting something more like his experiences with taking Minseok or the maknaes out drinking. Long hours of bonding time, eating delicious food together and watching them drink half their weight in alcohol. He had definitely expected far more than just three small glasses of soju each being enough to wreck his dinner companions for the night. 
 
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” he asks, staring incredulously at both Baekhyun and Yixing, “I know you’re both lightweights, but I haven’t even finished my meal yet. We’ve been here less than twenty minutes.”

Hyung,” Baekhyun whines, longer and louder than usual which is saying something, “shh. You’re very loud.” From beside him, Yixing nods far too quickly for someone as tipsy as he is, and Junmyeon doubts whether he had actually completely comprehended a single word that had come out of Baekhyun's mouth. A single shot had been enough to drop Yixing’s Korean immediately down to an elementary level. After his third one, Junmyeon’s pretty sure he hasn’t even heard him whimper in anything other than his native tongue. “Also we’re not lightweights. Well, Yixing is. but I am perfectly fine. Soooooo fine.”

I’m so hot,” Yixing mumbles into the table beside him, and Junmyeon doesn’t know if it’s supposed to be a joke or if he’s drunkenly reliving his Wonder Girls dance cover days.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt:
"I don't have a drinking problem, I have a drinking solution."
Author's Note: Written for a Caucus Race (timed 30 minute challenge) for Round 1 of EIWAU. When I originally posted this, the format got seriously fucked up. I don't even remember what it was supposed to look like, so at this point I'm just guessing as I edit. Haha. Also Baekhyun and Lay are irl lightweights, Suho is said to hold his alcohol a lot better.
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Title: Ebullition
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 522 words
Summary: Junmyeon's feelings get hurt, as much as they can for a Nobody anyway. Kingdom Hearts!AU.




Admittedly, Junmyeon's water clones are about as coordinated as he is, which is to say, not very. When he summons one or two, it's not so bad. Maybe they'll wobble a little here and there, but for the most part, they're reliable and pack a pretty good punch against his most of his enemies.

Unfortunately, two water clones don't seem to be enough this time around. He can't help but start to sulk as he watches the giant key slice his second clone in half shortly after making quick work of his first, and not for the first time does he wish that his elemental affinity had been something a little more solid.

"That was rude of you," he sighs, his fingers slowing as they pluck idly at his sitar, "I know they're just made of water, but those guys have feelings, too."

At least the mage seems to take his words to heart, lowering his staff so that it's only positioned in front of him defensively rather than poised for another hard-hitting spell. The same can't be said for the little guy waving the key around with far too much enthusiasm though.

"Don't listen to him, Yixing hyung! Water doesn't have feelings and neither do Nobodies!" the Keyblade wielder shouts with a voice far too loud for someone his size.

And this is why Junmyeon would rather lounge around at the Organization's base, playing meaningless melodies in peace and watching his clones attempt to dance along off-beat. Sure, the other members could be dicks sometimes -- he still hasn't forgiven Chanyeol for singeing the bottom of his too-long black robes, is merely waiting for the day he can douse him in the middle of one of his flashy pyrotechnics -- but at least they were in the same boat as him.

But letting some stranger be mean to him? Maybe the Keyblade wielder was right about Nobodies not having feelings, but that doesn't explain the constant simmering in Junmyeon's chest, right where his heart used to be before it'd been unceremoniously ripped out of his body. Steam starts to rise from the water under his control, streams of which begin to circle around the platform acting as their makeshift arena. A tiny whip of it lashes out at the Keyblade wielder before he can even react, leaving behind an angry burn.

"Fuck, ow!"

"Ah, Baekhyun! Heal!"

Yixing's staff glows green as soon as he utters the incantation, gold and green blossoms instantly appearing over Baekhyun's head. Light sprinkles down on him, healing the burn and any other damage he'd incurred in their battle so far.

"Thanks, hyung!" Baekhyun grins, cheerfully slashing his Keyblade in an x-shape in the air right in Junmyeon's direction to celebrate his complete recovery. Again, rude.

Junmyeon's eyes narrow, the embers in his empty chest starting to flare into something that'd make Chanyeol proud. Behind Baekhyun and Yixing, several more water clones form, steam still rising from their boiling hot bodies.

"Dance, water, dance," he commands, and despite the number of them, this time he has little trouble at all controlling them as they attack once more.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Written for Round 1 of EIWAU. Despite being a bit weak, this is actually wittier than I realized. It's conceited to say that, but as I was trying to figure out a better title for it, I realized that I was kinda on to something in terms of wording and imagery. Honestly, this was written so long ago that I can't remember if it was intentional or not... Though I'm kinda finding that feeling more often as I read back on my old works lol. But basically, the escalation from Suho's feelings simmering to boiling and steaming... when he's basically acting as Demyx from Kingdom Hearts, who has power over water. It's not genius, but. It was nice to catch lol. Ebullition means "the act, process, or state of boiling up" btw lol. On another note, I wonder if I should've changed the sitar into something more traditionally Korean. Not a gayageum, but maybe a bipa? Haha.
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Title: Aftermath
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 753 words
Summary: Minseok is always reaching for the light, even in the end. After the end. Warning for character death.




Minseok had been, not exactly close, but within sight of the exit when he had watched the reflection of Junmyeon reaching his hand out for Sehun and the two of them running out of the maze together. Ignoring the calls of the others behind him, he had followed as quickly as he could, somehow managing to avoid walking into the mirrors that had been obstructing him for the past twelve hours.

'Almost there,' he thought, his once cautious walk escalating into a full-on run, ‘just a little more, just a little further.’

The air in the maze felt hotter, drier than when he and the other four had just entered it. The mirrors he passed were increasingly fogged, so streaked with condensation that every time he faced one head on, the reflection staring back was cloudy and distorted. The sweat that had dripped from his forehead wasn’t just from the exertion, the pressure of finding that long sought after exit. Neither was the sweat that had collected on the back of his neck, that had made his collar stick stiflingly close to his skin.

It was so close though. He was so close.

Minseok could almost feel a hint of the chilly autumn breeze, beckoning him closer to the exit. Could barely see the distant lights of the rest of the damn park, the familiar silhouettes of five people running towards those lights.

“You guys!”

Before his eyes, the exit had started to disappear, darkness on both sides inching closer and closer to each other until there was only a thin strip of light between them. He sped up, his feet hitting the ground harder than ever, faster than ever, his arm outstretched as he reached for the light.

“Wait!”

His hands slammed on the doors, cold and heavy and far too solid to give way no matter how much he pushed and pulled. The gap in-between was too narrow for even his hand to pass through, and all he could do was peek through and watch as one of the silhouettes slowed, turning to look back at the maze, at the house, at him.

It was the briefest of moments, and Minseok felt his heart leap into his throat before sinking to the very bottom of his stomach as that last figure turned back around and continued running.

The screams of first Zitao, then Yixing and Chanyeol and even Kyungsoo started to echo somewhere in the maze far behind him, ringing in his ears, neverending. He swallowed, painfully, bitterly. Closed his eyes and tried to take several deep breaths, the last coming out as a startled gasp as he felt sharp nails trailing along the skin of his exposed arms, digging into him, dragging him away from the closed exit and into the darkness.




Now.

Every joint aches. Every bone creaks. Minseok tries to roll his shoulder and hears a pop instead. His mouth hangs open from that last gasp, frozen in place. His limbs feel too stiff to move, his eyelids too heavy to lift, and yet he still manages to open his eyes in spite of what must be crusted blood trailing down his face over them.

The first thing he sees is the moon, still high in the sky.

The first thing he remembers is the shadowed face of one of the others turning back to look, and leaving him behind anyway.

It isn’t anger he feels. Not exactly. Whatever pushes him to sit up regardless of his protesting body is both stronger yet duller than pure rage.

Resentment. It bubbles under his skin, his flesh already discolored after hours of rotting away. The sweat has long since dried on his skin, the terror that had caused it evaporating along with it.

He struggles to stand, all while taking in the trees he’d been so desperate to see just hours before with numb disinterest. A short distance away, four bodies mimic his stiff movements as they too rise, stumbling over their own limbs.

The lights of the amusement park are further away still. He remembers reaching for them, but they feel somehow closer now than they had then. Although the process is slow and stilted, no thanks to how his leg has somehow become heavier than lead, he attempts to take his first step in their direction, only barely managing it. His other leg is too much of a pain though, and he settles for dragging it behind him instead.

This time, he’ll make it back into the light.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: The only thing I managed to write for the Halloween event :( And it was after Xiumin had already been eliminated the first time (only to be brought back halfway through the finals as a zombie lol).Writing from the point of view of a newborn zombie is actually pretty interesting.

Fic: Irony

Sep. 13th, 2015 04:07 am
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Title: Irony
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 
Summary: Just because Minseok is a catboy, doesn't mean he appreciates his owner Chanyeol taking him to a cat cafe. 




Minseok fingers the collar around his neck, the bell jingling just enough that it draws Chanyeol's attention away from the glass door they've been standing outside of for the past couple of minutes. 
 
"Are we getting that coffee or what?" he asks playfully, trying to inject as much pseudo-impatience as he can into his words. When his owner had mentioned a hole-in-the-wall cafe he passed every morning on the way to work, that he hadn't worked up the nerve to enter despite the siren call of caffeine every morning, Minseok had understood the invitation -- the plea, really -- before Chanyeol had finally asked the question. 
 
Chanyeol bobs his head up and down, letting go of Minseok's wrist so he can adjust the snapback on his head with both hands. "Yeah. Yeah, hyung. Just gimme a sec." 
 
Minseok is kind. He gives Chanyeol several before he takes Chanyeol's wrist instead this time and leads him through the door, Chanyeol's bulk no problem for his superior strength. The bell overhead tingles as they enter, just like the one on his neck. His ears twitch at the sudden noise, as gentle as it is.
 
Upon first glance, the cafe has a simple enough set-up. There's an espresso machine he would sigh over enviously if he was less self-conscious, and the small tables are crowded with patrons and coffee mugs and small pastries. 
 
But then Minseok's nose twitches.
 
He turns to glare sharply at Chanyeol, who seems to have gotten over his hesitation and is bouncing towards a seat near the window. Traitor, every cell in his body hisses along with him, the fur of his tail standing up on end. He could see the tails of his mortal enemies traversing between the tables, the variations of meows filling the air. 
 
This wasn't just any cafe -- it was a cat cafe. 
 
The irony had never been lost on Minseok. A catboy who was deathly afraid of the real thing? Chanyeol had made so many repetitive jokes about it ever since he had picked Minseok out from a pile of chubby faced kitten-boys all those years ago, Minseok was certain he could tell them in his deepest catnaps. If Minseok was a meaner catboy, he would've contemplated scratching up Chanyeol's prized collection of snapbacks and hoodies as he deserved. 
 
But that could come later, he rationalizes. He pulls up his legs so that no passing cats can rub against him, tucking his knees under his chin as he scans over the menu and ignores Chanyeol's attempts to engage him in conversation. He spends the whole time in this position, his joints cramping up.
 
But at least the coffee is nice. He still scratches up Chanyeol's shirts later though.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: The fact that Xiumin has cat-like eyes and gets called like "kitty general" and "head of the kitty clan" despite being terrified of cats himself is something that brings me as much pain as it does joy. Also the fact that Chanyeol is probably the member of Exo of likes cats the most despite being ridiculously allergic to them. I hate Exo lol. This is meant to be platonic Xiuyeol btw. 
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Title: Tell Me Your Wish
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric, platonic Suho/Xiumin
Genre: Gen, Mystery
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot (incomplete), 2136 words
Summary: Even if they're technically a master and his genie, that doesn't mean Minseok and Junmyeon can't be friends too. 




It takes a few accidents -- unintentional jostling more than anything, nothing permanent -- for Minseok to learn to treat the frayed backpack more gently than his previous ones. He even goes so far as to hold the bag in his lap whenever possible rather than risk setting it on the ground and surrendering it to the mercy of stray feet and unnoticed puddles. It's not always a feasible solution: this time around involved a two hour long round trip to Incheon and back, the three books he bought there on the history of architecture weighing down so heavily on his legs that they'd gone numb after the first twenty minutes. But Junmyeon is always grateful by the time they make it home, no worse for wear.
 
"Thanks," Junmyeon tells him as they sit in Minseok's room, nibbling delicately on the chips they managed to scavenge from the kitchen cupboards. He's barely a centimeter or two taller than Minseok, but the way he slouches on the floor with his skinny legs drawn up to his chest makes him look so much smaller, as compact as the grey backpack he's sitting next to protectively.
 
Minseok reaches past him, swiping a chip for himself as he flips the page of his book with his other hand. "It was nothing," he answers, pausing for a moment before adding, "and I told you before, call me hyung." 
 
He doesn't have to turn his head to know Junmyeon is rolling his eyes, lips puckered into a pout. Before Junmyeon can say anything, Minseok makes sure to clarify himself. "That wasn't a wish, by the way. Doesn't count." 
 
"Then it doesn't happen," Junmyeon replies, wiping his hands off on the pair of jeans hanging loosely off his hips. He crawls onto Minseok's bed and slumps facedown onto Minseok's favorite comforter, completely ignoring the way Minseok tsks with a cluck of his tongue. They both know Minseok would end up vacuuming crumbs off his bed whether or not Junmyeon happened to add to the mess. 
 
It's only been recently that Junmyeon would be so neglectful of his -- well, more Minseok's than his -- backpack, abandoning it for softer, more spacious pastures and their downy pillows. He still curls up into a tiny ball like he's not used to having so much space to stretch out in, nestling or burrowing himself into both the comforter and the fresh sheets underneath like the temperature outside isn't reaching record highs.
 
It's the tiny, almost pitiful sight of the guy that keeps Minseok from yanking the blankets out from underneath Junmyeon and pulling him to the floor.
 
"Want anything in particular for dinner?" Minseok makes sure to ask before Junmyeon can doze off. 
 
His only reply is muffled by fabric and slurred by sleep. Junmyeon grunts a little, but Minseok is pretty sure it isn't for him. Not that he has any problem with being left unanswered. He closes his book and turns down the lights, shutting the door so softly that it doesn't make a sound as he leaves his bedroom. 
 
The backpack stays by the bed, where Junmyeon can easily reach it when he wakes up. Junmyeon can thank him for that later too.
 
 
 
 
They end up eating out. Junmyeon barely goes out to explore on his own and he definitely hasn't been around long enough to know too many eateries, while Minseok tends to haunt the same familiar coffeeshops and Chinese restaurants, but simple jajangmyeon is good enough to satisfy both their stomachs. 
 
Minseok watches Junmyeon slurp the noodles, popping sauce-covered slices of pork and vegetable into his mouth with every other bite. Sitting across from each other in the tiny, vinyl-covered booth and underneath the restaurant's warm lighting reminds him of the rare weekends he'd go out with his little sister back home. He plucks a thick piece of meat from his own bowl and gently drops it on top of Junmyeon's gradually shrinking pile of food. 
 
"Are you sure there's nothing you want?" 
 
If Minseok didn't know any better, he would've assumed his new roommate was trying to trick him. There's no mischief on Junmyeon's face though, just gentle eyes that watch each move Minseok makes, just sincere curiosity dripping from each word. 
 
It's a question Junmyeon asks him almost every day, ever since Minseok had tripped after tangling his feet in the straps of that stupid backpack. It's the first thing out of Junmyeon's mouth after he wakes up, stumbling into the kitchen after Minseok, as well as the last thing he brings up each night before curling up into Minseok's spare futon. The repetition should be annoying, but Minseok figures he'd be anxious as well if he were in Junmyeon's position. 
 
"I'm sure, Junmyeon," he says, almost tempted to ruffle Junmyeon's blond hair. It's grown longer in the time since they met, hangs messily into his eyes sometimes like he's just another sloppy teenager. 
 
Junmyeon sighs deeply before returning his full attention to his bowl. Honestly, Minseok wasn't sure what he was expecting after days of the same response to the same answer.
 
"Besides," Minseok continues, keeping his eyes on Junmyeon's face even when he's denied actual eye contact, "the sooner I use up my wishes, the sooner you have to leave right? I know that I wake up too early and I'm a bit more strict about keeping the place clean--" Junmyeon snorts, almost choking on a noodle, "--compared to you. But there's no way I'm not that bad of a roommate."
 
"You're not my roommate, you're my..." Junmyeon trails off, his face scrunching up. Whether it's because he's struggling to find the right word or because he's reluctant to say the one he actually has, Minseok honestly wouldn't know. "You're my ma--"
 
"Friend," Minseok interrupts, "and I'm pretty sure I'm also not terrible at that either." 
 
He pretends he doesn't notice the flush on Junmyeon's face, the tiny pleased smile that he has to school back into a neutral expression.
 
 
 
 
Junmyeon decides to walk beside him when they leave the restaurant that night, rather than have Minseok lugging him around on his back. It wouldn't have been a problem either way -- wearing a slightly heavier backpack is far from the trial Junmyeon makes it out to be -- and the weather is clear and cloudless. Perfect for a peaceful, slow-paced walk as their stomachs settle. 
 
The peace only lasts as long as it takes to get back to the flat.
 
Minseok's front door is slightly open, light spilling out into the hallway. On the positive side, at least it's not irrepairably busted; upon closer inspection, only the electronic lock has been damaged. Fried, actually, from what Minseok can make out. 
 
"It's still warm," Junmyeon notes as he presses his finger down on it and slides it down along the side of the keypad. He pulls it back and wraps his fingers around one of the straps of Minseok's backpack, the cold from his skin spreading to Minseok's nearby ribs despite the clothing in-between them. "You think whoever did it is still inside?"
 
Minseok peeks his head in before he answers in the negative, taking note of the mess right behind the door. His shoes have been pulled from their neat rows in the cabinet, strewn about messily. There's are open drawers and wrinkled fabric everywhere he looks, but no other signs of life. 
 
"Pretty sure he'd have no reason to stick around considering he wouldn't have found anything valuable," he tells Junmyeon in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. 
 
He's telling the truth though -- the most valuable things in that apartment were probably his fridge and the bookshelf of ridiculously expensive textbooks required for his graduate classes. Any money is safely tucked away in a bank or in his mother's tightly-clenched fist, and even his laptop is a fossil like Junmyeon compared to whatever kids like his sister are using nowadays. 
 
"I can do something," Junmyeon tells him urgently before they step further into the apartment beyond the first few steps past the door, "just say the word, and I will." 
 
Minseok is almost tempted. I wish the intruder was caught so I could punch him in the face or something just as easy. He knows Junmyeon is completely capable of making it happen, having seen the other's small displays of magic since they started living together. Junmyeon's newly acquired laundry drying much faster, the wifi connection speeding up to impossible rates once Junmyeon discovers the world of free online anime streaming. It'd be so simple.
 
But he refuses to let the intruder take anything else from him. 
 
"I'm good," Minseok says calmly, "no point in wasting my first wish." 
 
He doesn't check to see how Junmyeon reacts, whether it's exasperation at his own stubbornness or something else. Instead, he reaches for the old kendo sword he keeps in the closet near the front door and holds it in front of him as he slowly advances. He doesn't even notice Junmyeon has retreated into the smaller pocket of the backpack until he's halfway done scoping his apartment out and he hears knocking on the still open front door.
 
"Not it," he hears Junmyeon's voice say from inside the backpack, the zipper open just enough that if Minseok squinted he'd be able to see the cramped quarters in which Junmyeon had been trapped for years before they met. 
 
Minseok rolls his eyes, keeping the sword in hand as he returns to the door and trying his best to not look like he was just ready to knock a stranger unconscious with it.
 
The person who greets him on the other side is a slightly taller, not-so familiar face. Familiar enough that Minseok could place him and those cheekbones around the apartment complex, but not so much that he can actually remember the guy's name from the bimonthly tenant meetings. He almost wishes Junmyeon was out and about. Despite his age, his memory's proven better than Minseok's and he's become rather friendly with the neighbors.
 
"Hey, sorry to disturb you," the guy says, the corner of his lips still curling up despite his concerned expression. His eyes flicker down to the sword briefly, but even after he brings them up, he doesn't bring it up. "I heard a racket and your door was open? Everything okay?"
 
Minseok nods, stepping out and closing the door behind him. "Yeah. Breaking and entering, but so far nothing's missing." It doesn't seem to do much to assauge the guy's worries though, if his furrowed brows are any indicator. "Thanks for checking on me though...?"
 
"Jongdae. Kim Jongdae. I live four doors down." He points at said door, the bronze 21 glinting underneath the hallway lights. Minseok doesn't remember when the last owners had moved out, when this one moved in.
 
Speaking of things he doesn't remember: Kim Jongdae. It doesn't ring a bell, if Minseok is perfectly honest, but then he feels frantic rustling in his backpack and thinks maybe he's wrong on that front. 
 
"Thanks, Jongdae sshi," he says, backing away so that Junmyeon's backpack is safely trapped between his back and his apartment door, "I'll be sure to call the super about this. I do appreciate you checking up on me though."
 
Jongdae nods innocently enough before heading back to his own apartment. After he keys in his passcode and has his hand on the door handle, instead of entering, he turns back to look at where Minseok is still leaning against his own door.
 
"You take care, hyung," he says kindly. Minseok's shoulders start to untense, until he sees Jongdae's fingers reflexively tighten around the door handle, sees Jongdae's eyes flicker down to the backpack before returning to Minseok's face. "You and your roommate."
 
Jongdae enters his apartment, the sound of the door shutting echoing in the otherwise empty hallway. There are goosebumps on Minseok's arms. 
 
"Junmyeon," he says quietly, hearing the zipper of his backpack undo itself. At least Junmyeon knows better than to stick his now smaller head out to peek, exposing himself. "I think he knows something." It comes out before he can stop himself. "I wish I knew what he wanted." 
 
He barely registers Junmyeon's quiet response. The almost silent "Your wish is my command."
 
Immediately, a voice much louder than either of theirs starts speaking in his head. New and unfamiliar, but fresh in his memory. Mine, it whispers to itself more than Minseok, I finally found him. Junmyeon hyung. I won't mess up this time. A mental image of the gray, ragged backpack he's wearing floats by, followed by the image of a Junmyeon with short black hair and a more childish face, and he can feel the Jongdae's desperate longing for both sinking down into his bones. 
 
Mine.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: This was an idea I had way before WCAU, but I ended up using it for Round 3 lol I wanted to write a different type of genie story than what I usually found which was either A) master and genie fall in love or B) the master wishes for the genie's freedom. I never actually got far enough while writing this for WCAU  to get to the point I was aiming for unfortunately :( Gonna spoiler it so that if I ever come back to this, I'll remember what I was aiming for:

Basically, Chen and Suho are brothers, or they were until Suho became a genie. The details of that, I haven't quite worked out, but since that time, Chen has been trying to take Suho from his owners because he wants to be with his brother, but every time he comes close, the third wish is granted and Suho gets whisked away to be found by a new owner. This also means that both Suho and Chen are a lot older than expected, which is one reason why Suho won't call Xiumin hyung lol. Either Suho's memories about Chen are partially sealed so he can't really help his brother out OR he really wants Chen to find him but isn't allowed to indicate this in any way. Regardless, this twist makes it so that the idea of the antagonist role has been switched around: rather than the person trying to steal the genie being a bad person, the master of the genie who is effectively keeping them apart is in the wrong, even without meaning to be. At some point, Xiumin and Chen would fall in love lol and that is all I've got. 

Anyway. Now for some notes, haha. The
gray backpack that acts as Suho's "lamp" is based off of a backpack he used to carry around both predebut and early in their career because it was apparently the first fangift he ever received. Xiumin's major is based off of his "future dream" in the XOXO album photobook. Suho's eating habits is based off of the times I've seen him nibble at his food in gifs and his pitiful sleeping position is based off of Chen and Kai mentioning he sleeps in the fetal position and always looks pitiful when he does so. And, hm. I wanted to write very friendly Suho/Xiumin lol. They don't get a lot of love, as a pair or as individuals, so it was nice to focus on the friendship that could pop up between them despite their differences. 
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Title: G.I.R.L.
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Sehun-centric, Chanyeol/Sehun
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (because of one innuendo and a furry mention smh)
Length: Oneshot, 2164 words
Summary: Pretending to be a girl gamer in order to hustle high-grade equipment out of creeps sounds like it'd be one of Jongin's worse ideas, but surprisingly, it works out pretty well for Sehun. MMORPG!AU. 




In retrospect, Jongin's ideas are always actually terrible. It's amazing how Sehun never actually catches on during the planning process, but for all his awkwardness Jongin has a way with words, has some quality to him that twists the completely fucked up reasoning process in his head and translates it into what sounds like actual working logic at the time. Buying their mothers two-for-the-price-of-one balloon bouquets stamped with fancy, cursive I Love You almost three months early because of the after Valentine's Day sales. Setting up his hyung with one of Jongin's noonas on a blind date so they could be actually related without having to marry each other. Untying the leash of a dog they pass on the way home from school every day because it looks so bored and would be much happier with them and I would know, Sehun, I understand dogs, I own three of them after all! 
 
The balloons had deflated -- as balloons are prone to do over time -- and neither he nor Jongin had bothered checking the closet they'd stashed them in for months as they used what money they saved on fried chicken deliveries and internet cafes. By the time Parents' Day came and went, both he and Jongin had been lacking presents for their disappointed mothers and money in their wallets, aborting any attempts to fix the situation.
 
His hyung had ended up slapped in the face. Not by Jongin's noona, who was as pretty and charming and lovely back then as she is even to this day, but by his own girlfriend who refused to believe their little brothers had conned them into a date and ditched them.
 
The dog bit hard. The owner possibly harder. Sehun still had a faint scar on his shoulder, Jongin had a matching one on his ass. 
 
Years of misadventures later and one would think Oh Sehun had learned the one true lesson of life: never actually go through with Kim Jongin's dumbass plans.
 
And yet.
 
"You think this could actually work?" he asks as they sit shoulder to shoulder in Jongin's room, their laptops on a makeshift table of cardboard boxes in front of them. Jongin's desk had been too clustered with greasy take-out boxes and piles of half-read manga and the occasional stray homework assignment to have enough room for both of them. 
 
Sehun's screen is on the final stages of a character customization page, while Jongin's is on a fanmade wikia. Jongin had talked him through the process of signing up for the free-to-play MMORPG that had been sweeping the nation -- "Only the nerdy part of the nation," Sehun had laughed, which, Jongin had reasoned, was basically still the whole nation anyway -- and had then spent the better part of an hour pointing out the best combo of characteristics and traits to get the optimal stats. 
 
"How am I supposed to be able to level up if my defense and HP are the equivalent of wet paper," he asks as Jongin tweaks the skin color of his character again. Any paler and he might as well be playing a ghost, honestly. "I won't even be able to party up with anyone if my character dies after one hit." 
 
"We need you to be as weak as possible," Jongin insists as he drags the cursor back and forth between the buttons that could change the race of Sehun's character from a classical elf to an alluring foxtail, "also as hot as possible, hey, which do you think is better?"
 
Sehun mulls over it for a moment. Either way he ends up playing someone with weird-ass ears, might as well go the whole way with the tail. It's a cute fluffy tail anyway, and they can make it match with his real-life hair color whenever he dyes it, he guesses.
 
"I think guys who are into furries would be more desperate."
 
Jongin nods sagely and clicks on the foxtail option, both of them watching in fascination as Sehun's character loses a perfectly good pair of pointy ears in exchange for furry ones and that tail and the unfortunate side effect of forgetting a character skill every time he levels up ten levels. It's perfect for the plan.
 
"I think we're all set," Jongin announces, sounding proud of himself as he always does after a scheme starts off as well as this one, "just a few more days and I can release you to the world wide web." 
 
Sehun leans back against Jongin's unmade bed, tilting his head as he takes in his character. Long and thin, just like he is in real life. Slightly bored ceiling eyes, courtesy of Jongin. Hair, ears, and tail currently a simple brown color just like his own hair color, although Jongin had promised that it could be adjusted in-game without a supposedly expensive and rare appearance reset potion as a special quality of the character's race. They also set it to be in the Summoner class just like Jongin's character, but instead of the Animal Trainer subclass, Jongin had chosen a special subclass just for their plan.
 
Courtesan. 
 
"I think the boobs are too big," Sehun mutters. At least the big ass kinda matches his own, so no complaints there. "Can we make them smaller? Just a bit?"
 
Jongin sighs wearily as he readjusts the settings, like he's doing Sehun a huge favor rather than the other way around. Like Sehun's not the one being talked into pretending to be a hot girl gamer and being thrown to the wolves, all in the name of hustling cash shop loot and baiting white knights.
 
 
 
 
Crossplaying requires a certain sensitivity that Sehun is proud to have. 
 
"You're just playing a girl, you don't actually have to cry all the time," Jongin says completely missing the point as usual, and whining only a little when his visiting noona slaps him upside the head for the casual sexism. He charges on with that familiar bull-headedness anyway, "I mean, just stick to crying emoticons. And hearts. Girls use those, right?" 
 
Sehun doesn't have the heart to tell him that emoticons and hearts are plastered all over his own Instagram too. It's not worth the teasing and Jongin laughing so hard that Sehun's back is the one hurting from all the slaps.
 
For the most part though, Sehun ignores Jongin's 'tips' and just plays the way he normally would. Summons whatever monsters or elements he has in his arsenal, grinds like crazy and beats as many mobs as he can into the ground, and collects all the loot he can get his hands on. He's still buying cool gear and outfits from the NPC shop owners when he's not getting Jongin's level appropriate hand-me-downs or being gifted with expensive cash shop goods from strangers.
 
There's only one real difference really: he plays completely on mute.
 
The muting isn't so bad. He can play his own music in the background instead of the game's BGM, and he doesn't have to deal with creeps cursing him and his parents out just because he doesn't -- can't -- send them nonexistent boob pics. There's no need to wear heavy headphones on his head or worry about the sound quality, and when his phone rings or someone knocks on his door, he can actually hear them unlike Jongin. 
 
It does make party raids harder, but Jongin is always there teaming up with him and telling him what the group is planning before anyone has time to type it out in the chatbox so generally things go pretty smoothly. 
 
[you're pretty good, sehee sshi :D], the tall elf bard they teamed up with that evening writes in the party chat, [and your cat summon was cute].
 
Sehun snorts, once again thankful there's no mic around to catch the sound and transmit it. A month into playing and this is the third guy this week. Jongin had been so happy with his new, limited edition summoner's staff after Sehun had charmed some Gangnamite gold mine the other day, but he's been eyeing some special, ridiculously expensive summoner-class only armor to match his shiny new toy.
 
[thnx oppa!!] he sends back shamelessly. His character's tail sways and her ears twitch cutely right on cue.
 
As expected, shortly after, a window pops up in the middle of his screen, stating that HappyVirus61 wants to start a private conversation. Sehun doesn't even bother nudging Jongin in the rib anymore -- if he did it every single time a interested player approached him, Jongin would be too bruised for dance lessons. Instead, he accepts the request and leans back against the head of his bed as the chat window pops up. 
 
[i'm kinda jealous, the cat really was cute u_u i'm allergic irl so i don't get to play w/ them :( ]
 
Sehun blinks. Not quite what he was expecting, but it's not an unsalvageable situation. If it was Jongin, he'd probably tell Sehun to start flirting hardcore. I've got another pussy you'd have no problem playing with or something neither of them would actually say in real life without wanted to curl up on the ground and die. 
 
[that's pretty sad :( ], Sehun writes instead because he has some dignity left and because it's true. He imagines how Jongin would be if he ended up allergic to any of his dogs and it's pitiful. [at least you can play with fictional cats here? when we're not killing them]. 
 
[LOLOLOLOL you're pretty funny, sehee sshi]. He wonders if HappyVirus61 is actually laughing, whether he looks as cute as his character when he laughs or if he's just some basement nerd loser with a beer belly chortling away, but posts a harmless lol as well anyway. 
 
The conversation actually stays pretty mild as they re-enter the dungeon. Neither of them are front-liners anyway -- that responsibility falls on HappyVirus61's three, tinier friends and Jongin -- so they're free to sit back and cast buff songs or summon small helpful creatures as they see fit and chat lightly. Once in a while, one of HappyVirus61's friends will tell them to actually pay attention to the battles, but no one's even come close to dying yet. No harm, no foul, no need for Sehun to take his attention off their private chat as HappyVirus61 talks about the rap music he likes and the instruments he plays when he's not playing the game. 
 
Sehun ignores how Jongin is glancing over at him from the other side of the room approvingly in favor of sending HappyVirus61 another smiling emoticon.
 
[can i call you something other than oppa?] he finally asks before they reach the dungeon boss again. The others are all taking potions and restoring their HP and MP, talking over strategy and things Sehun doesn't actually care about. Jongin can just shout orders at him in real life if it's urgent enough. 
 
[what if i like you calling me oppa?
 
It reads like flirting. Sehun is almost disappointed, because if this guy takes the bait now, he's probably gonna end up blocked tomorrow morning if Jongin hasn't found another way to lose him. He's already starting to mentally go through Jongin's wish list to figure out what HappyVirus61 would be most likely to get him when the chatbox lights up again.
 
[just kidding! or am i...? lol call me chanyeol \o/ now are you ready to finish this :DDDD? ]
 
Sehun's hands hesitate over the keyboard. "Chanyeol," he whispers, voice hoarse from hours of little use and less water, his tongue stumbling between the syllables. It's stupid, but he doesn't really want the raid to end, their conversation either.
 
[can i add you first?] he asks, thankful Jongin can't see his screen from here.
 
Chanyeol is silent, his player character motionless for several minutes. It gets to the point where his friends keep spamming AFK???? PCY R U AFK? gdi in the party's public chat. 
 
[HAPPYVIRUS61 HAS ADDED YOU TO HIS FRIENDS LIST], the system alerts Sehun, right as Chanyeol's character starts up again and runs to catch up to the rest of their party. This time it's Sehee who stays in place, her fox ears twitching as if she's as lost in thought as Sehun is. 
 
Sehun opens his menu window, selecting the Friends List tab so he can return the favor. 
 
It's the second name he adds ever.
 
 
 
 
"So any luck?" Jongin asks after they've put away their laptops for the night and are watching some drama his sister had recommended. Like the rare loot they'd gotten from the dungeon raid hadn't been enough to sate him. 
 
Sehun grunts instead of bothering to answer, stuffing his mouth full of pizza more as an excuse than because he's actually hungry. He can give Jongin all the gifts desperate lonely gamer guys keep sending him in exchange for flirty winks and rendered pantyshots, no problem. 
 
But this time he has something he wants to keep for himself.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Written for Round 3 of WCAU. It's actually an idea I've had for a while, mainly because I used to read
1/2 Prince a long while back and because at the time of WCAU, I was really into Log Horizon. Both series are about MMORPG games, although the first is a virtual reality one where the main character plays as the other gender while the second is a "trapped in another world" type of story where the original gaming platform was just PC. The gaming mechanics (sub/classes, races, cash shop, etc) were based off of the Log Horizon mode, and the idea of Sehun just muting people so he wouldn't out himself just off of his voice is taken from how Akatsuki canonically hid her gender before the series startedl. The design for Sehun's character comes from Log Horizon's Nureha, and the name he chooses from a radio show where he acted out a skit with Chnayeol and Kyungsoo in the role of the girl. HappyVirus61 is pretty obviously Chanyeol, his name coming from his nickname + his jersey number, while the Gangnam boy Sehun and Kai conned previously was Suho lol. And finally, Kai coming up with Bad Ideas is based off of how on Showtime episode 3, it seemed Kai was the one to make all of the arguments for why they should get Chanyeol convenience store bullshit as his birthday present, while Sehun just accepted his completely ridiculous justifications and went along for the ride lol. Hm, I think that's it? I'd like to write a continuation one day, and maybe include Suho/Kai in it but we'll see if I ever get to that, I guess.

By the way, G.I.R.L. stands for "Guy in real life". Ha.
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Title: Beauty, Grace, Kinda out of Place
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric, one-sided Lu Han/Suho
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 227 words
Summary: Junmyeon's first impression of Lu Han was ridiculously off-point.




Junmyeon watches the new trainee out of the corner of his eye, completely tuning out of whatever argument Jongin and Sehun are having about the new crop of SM hopefuls that had been added to every training session. There had been five new guys alone in Junmyeon's vocal lessons, but the pretty Chinese boy with long hair and a small, reserved smile had been the one he noticed the most. His Korean had practically been flawless, and the fact that he went to Yonsei only made him that much more impressive.

"Earth to Junmyeon hyung," Sehun whines, poking at Junmyeon's arm with the plastic spoon the company cafeteria offers them, "Hyuuuungggg."

"Sh," Junmyeon says, poking Sehun's cheek hard enough to force his face into another direction, "I'm being introspective right now."

"More like being creepy as fuck," Jongin laughs, and Junmyeon should really be more concerned about his mouth rather than the new guy's because Jongin is only fourteen. Language.

The new guy is so pretty though. Long lashes and pretty lips. Junmyeon bets he's as refined as any other international study-worthy student. He has to be.




On the other side of the cafeteria, Lu Han's shoulders are shaking in excitement. He did it. He actually did it! These are the hallowed halls in which DBSK walked. He could lick the floor right now.

He almost does.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt: Gifset of Kira from Teen Wolf walking pretty until she stumbles down the stairs. Has since been deleted, but here's a bit.
Author's Note: Written for a free kick from WCAU's Round 3. Based off of the time Suho said he fell for Lu Han at first sight. Original name of this was "First Impressions, False Impressions". Still not sure which was the better title.
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Title: What's Up, Pussycat?
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric, platonic Chanyeol/Xiumin, mentioned Kai/Suho
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot (incomplete), 1564 words
Summary: Minseok turns into a cat. Chanyeol takes it better than he does. 




It is literally the worst thing that could have happened to him. Barring the fact that his roommate is now allergic to him, Minseok is terrified shitless every time he accidentally trots in front of the wall mirror only Chanyeol is really tall enough to make efficient use of and catches sight of fur and whiskers, his newly acquired tail puffing up as a kneejerk reaction. 
 
"Aw, don't be like that, hyung," Chanyeol says in-between sneezes from the other side of the room. He sounds miserable, but Minseok can't tell whether his watering eyes are because of his stuffed up nose and the cat fur or due to the overwhelming need to clutch Minseok in all his fluffiness to his chest and the painful inability to do so. 
 
Maybe Chanyeol should've been the one to go through this, Minseok thinks, as sour as spoiled milk. Maybe his allergies would've been settled if he was the one who got turned into a cat. 
 
Unless he died as a result of being allergic to himself. Could that even happen? 
 
Either way, now Minseok is uncomfortably hot in his own skin, what with all the fur and how he can no longer just sweat it out as per usual. He plops down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor, legs neatly tucking underneath him. It's horrible. The last thing he hears before he falls into a fitful sleep is the sound of Chanyeol cooing.
 
 
 
 
He wakes up to soft, less hairy flesh and opposable thumbs, legs that stretch a comfortable, familiar distance and toes that wiggle. It's considerably more cramp underneath the kitchen table, but at least he doesn't have the urge to stay on all fours and arch his back. The apartment is the slightest bit darker, their digital clock reading an hour later than he last remembers, and in the background, the sounds of a football match playing on their television are more muted than the music show Chanyeol had been watching earlier.
 
"Please tell me that was a dream," he says, his voice hoarse from disuse. 
 
Chanyeol's head whips up from the other side of the couch, where he had obviously been sprawled. "Hyung!" he greets happily, "You don't make me break out into a rash anymore!"
 
Minseok stares at him for a moment, Chanyeol meeting his gaze with a wide, creepy smile, before curling back into a ball under the table. 
 
"You're not gonna get out?" he hears Chanyeol ask, registering his roommate's worried tone. It's touching, but Chanyeol has always been a nice kid. "You missed lunch. I even bought cat food just in case, not that we'll need it now. Unless you wanna try it?" 
 
"Pass." 
 
 
 
 
On a rainy day, when Chanyeol is held up at his band's practice and he has the apartment to himself, Minseok calls his mother about the cat thing. It's been happening once a week, and he thought he could handle it, really. But waking up to a storm outside his window, ears too sensitive to handle the constant thunder and eyes too sensitive to deal with the random bursts of lightning, and -- worst of all -- unable to soothe his empty stomach and get his own food until he transformed back because paws had been the wake-up call he needed. 
 
"Oh, yes, that happens," his mother says. He hears meowing in the background and hopes it's a passing stray and not his little sister. He wouldn't wish this on anyone. "Although yours started a bit late."
 
He straightens, holding his phone as close to his ear as he possibly can. "Is this a second puberty thing?" If there's the slightest hint of hope in his voice, it's only because it would be nice to gain a few extra centimeters after all these years. Not so tall as to hit 180 -- Minseok's not ambitious enough for that, would probably end up banging his forehead against high shelves and low doorways -- but it'd be nice to at least be tall enough that Chanyeol stops using his head as an elbow rest during elevator rides. 
 
"I suppose you could say this makes you an adult," his mother laughs, "though it's more of a deadline finally being set."
 
Well, that's mildly alarming. "A deadline?! For what?!"
 
He expects a death omen, or even worse, the possibility of becoming a cat forever. A shorter life span, a shorter reach, complete and total dependency upon Chanyeol as his primary caregiver. He can already taste the mushy salmon-flavored cat food Chanyeol has stocked up in their pantry.
 
"Meeting your soulmate!" 
 
Minseok is almost tempted to hang up on his own mother, but of course, knows better. 
 
 
 
 
"So you turn into a cat so you can meet your soulmate," Chanyeol repeats slowly, "does this mean you're gonna hook up with a lady cat?"
 
A strangled noise rises from Minseok's throat. Better that than the bile churning in his stomach. 
 
"No," he says emphatically, his arms crossing in front of him. "There is no lady cat. There may even possibly not be a lady involved." He tries not to blush, but with each ridiculous word coming out of his mouth, he feels himself growing more and more flustered. "There's me, and there's the cat, and then whoever is with the cat. That's it."
 
Chanyeol leans back against their couch, wrapping a friendly arm around Minseok's shoulder. It's a heavy but warm weight, holding him down when everything else seems to be spiraling out of control. Minseok leans into his hold with a deep sigh. 
 
Why couldn't things just stay like this? Minseok and the cool, too-tall dongsaeng he met in high school, living peaceful mundane lives with neither hair nor hide of weird, furry family secrets. 
 
He sighs again, resting his head on the shoulder Chanyeol has kindly lowered for him.
 
"So you're not the cat," Chanyeol continues and Minseok can see the gears turning in his head as he works it out. He can also see the pout growing on his face, as if the news is disappointing more than mystifying. "If you're walking around in its body, what do you think it does with yours?"
 
To be honest, Minseok doesn't even want to imagine what an animal could possibly in his body doing during the hour-long switches. He's seen cats, from a distance if nothing else, seen the way they chase lizards and lick their balls regardless of who's watching. His mother had told him anyway. 
 
"Mom says when it happened to her, my dad's cat just slept the whole time." 
 
He faintly remembers the cat from when he was a child. Short-haired and tiny, not unlike his mother. Just like her, she had grown more easily agitated with age and had attacked him multiple times before finally choking on a hairball and dying. He still still has nightmares sometimes, of the cat staring blank-eyed at him while sitting on his chest in the middle of the night, just like the stories of ghosts sitting on people's chests. 
 
He doesn't realize how tense he's gotten again until he feels Chanyeol's free hand reaching out for the hand Minseok has between them. Large, calloused fingers that completely cover his own. 
 
"Well, you turning into that cat. You said it stops when you finally meet... whoever, right?" Chanyeol asks, voice low and deep and soothing. 
 
Minseok nods, as much as he can with his head on Chanyeol's shoulder. "Either I find them or I wait this out until the cat dies. Which could be years." His mother had told him it'd been a blessing. An ancestor pleasing someone enough that their patron thought it'd be a good idea to gift the whole family with some convoluted mix of involuntary shapeshifting and their own red strings of fate. "It's supposed to speed up the process. It's how my cousin met his boyfriend, apparently."
 
He can see Chanyeol's nose wrinkling out of the corner of his eye. "The tiny pasty one? That lives in Apgujeong?" 
 
"Junmyeon, yeah." Junmyeon, who'd been turning into a little white Van cat for almost seven years before running into a guy whose three dogs made a habit of harassing the cat he regularly turned into on a weekly basis. Minseok's mother had complained of his own transformations starting so late, but he doesn't envy Junmyeon, even in spite of knowing about the tall, handsome boyfriend he'd ended up with at the end of that whole mess.
 
Chanyeol seems to mull over this new information, and Minseok lets the silence fall between them. He's tempted to reach out for the take-out they have on the coffee table in front of them, but honestly can't be bothered, not when Chanyeol makes such a comfortable pillow. 
 
"I'll help you, hyung." 
 
Minseok reluctantly pulls away, taking in the determined smiled on Chanyeol's face and the fist he had drawn away from Minseok's hand in favor of a fist pump. Like everything else Chanyeol does, he looks amazingly enthusiastic. Minseok already feels the energy draining from his body, though his chest warms a little at the sight.
 
"You really don't have to," he tells Chanyeol softly. 
 
But as expected, Chanyeol doesn't take the out. Instead, his smile brightens. "Nah, it'll be fun. I never get to wingman for you. We'll find them, I promise! Whether it's a guy or a girl or even a dog--"
 
"No."







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Actually not written for a free kick, for once lol. It is for WCAU's Round 3 though, and was actually the first work posted in that round, haha. I made it sort of a game to post first in the rounds Xiumin was still in /o\ anyway. About the title... I honestly don't remember why I titled it like this, and I couldn't think of anything better so u__u,

Anyway. While I don't remember what exactly sparked this, I do know that after I had the idea of someone turning into a cat, it had to be Xiumin lol. Not just because I like him a whooooole lot, but because he is actually scared of cats in real life lol. The inclusion of Chanyeol was mainly because he was Xiumin's teammate in Round 3, but it turned out good because he's a cat lover but allergic lol. The rules of the shapeshifting/soulmate hunt weren't really carefully thought out tbh, which was a pity. What I came up with made no sense, and my time was limited so I didn't really get to revise them :( If I had gone farther, it probably would've resulting in Chanyeol helping Xiumin find Chen as his soulmate, but alas lol

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