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Fic: Basking
Title: Basking
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 555 words
Summary: Minseok takes a breath and a moment after their latest TLP concert.
Original Post: Here.
Prompt: Ted: In a moment like that, when what's really happening is too intense to deal with, sometimes it's best...
The Mother: To leave it unspoken, and just enjoy each other's company instead.
- How I Met Your Mother
Author's Note: Written for another free kick from Round 2 of WCAU, again featuring Team A. This is set after one of Exo's The Lost Planet concerts, probably one of the later ones. Despite all of the drama of last year, they had so much to be proud of. It's not a well written piece, but it is a bit more serious than the others I think. I meant it a little more than the others, lol. One more thing I want to say is that as much as everyone makes fun of "Saranghaja/Let's love" and "We are one", I really do think that those words are special. It's silly but my heart hurts when I hear Exo say them, when they say those phrases together.
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Xiumin-centric
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 555 words
Summary: Minseok takes a breath and a moment after their latest TLP concert.
The crowd is still roaring in the stadium, loud enough that the sound travels through the hallways of the building and echoes into their dressing room. Minseok slumps against the back of the couch, soaking in the sight of Jongdae and Chanyeol pressing their ears to the door as if that would help make the words more distinct for them. Saranghaja, he expects. We are one. Words so familiar that they escape from his lips more from muscle memory rather than due to any conscious thought, words so grossly cheesy and sincere that they make his heart swell up in his chest.
Half of the other members are dawdling in the hallway, talking to staff and coordi-noonas or taking celebratory selcas. Junmyeon is probably off talking to a manager about where they should pick up food and arguing over who should pay for it. Aside from Minseok, Jongdae, and Chanyeol, only Yixing had decided to linger in the dressing room, catching his breath.
Even with just a third of the members, he doesn't feel lonely.
Good show, Minseok wants to say to someone, to anyone, to all of them. They'd sung more songs live this time, and it had been thrilling even though he knew his voice had cracked on more songs than he'd like. The adrenaline is still pumping through his system, the flush still on his cheeks. Sweat is oozing out of every pore on his body, and he had run out of tissues an hour or so ago as they ran around on stage like they were kings of the world.
His voice catches in his throat though, worn ragged from all the screaming. Instead, his mouth hangs open and he takes another heavy breath.
It's because he's tilting his head back against the couch and staring up at the tiles of the ceiling that he doesn't see who plops down beside him. Short hair prickles against the skin of his neck as someone rests their head on his shoulders, a sticky, sweaty hand covering his own in his lap.
"You hear them, hyung?" Jongdae asks. His voice sounds worse than Minseok thinks his own does, but then again, one of them had an almost screaming rock solo while the other had just swiveled his hips for the nth time.
Chanyeol's laugh echoes from the other side of the room. "How could he not, Chenchen? Hyung's not so old he's lost his hearing yet." There's only the slightest hint of mockery in his voice, overpowered by the downright mirth instead, and Minseok lets it pass like he usually does.
Yixing finally gets up from his corner of the room and settles down on Minseok's other side. He's not as touchy as Jongdae -- his teasing is a different sort, verbal barbs that barely tickle, a bit more high-brow than whatever their dongsaengs tend to come up with when he bothers to try -- but he's still close enough that Minseok still feels the heat radiating from his body.
"Shh," Yixing says, almost as if trying to soothe them. Slow their hearts that are pounding away so strongly in their chests, it's almost painful. Like he thinks his superpower's real. "Shh."
But the others quiet, and Minseok basks in the silence of the room, in the echoes of the cheers, in the company he keeps.
Original Post: Here.
Prompt: Ted: In a moment like that, when what's really happening is too intense to deal with, sometimes it's best...
The Mother: To leave it unspoken, and just enjoy each other's company instead.
- How I Met Your Mother
Author's Note: Written for another free kick from Round 2 of WCAU, again featuring Team A. This is set after one of Exo's The Lost Planet concerts, probably one of the later ones. Despite all of the drama of last year, they had so much to be proud of. It's not a well written piece, but it is a bit more serious than the others I think. I meant it a little more than the others, lol. One more thing I want to say is that as much as everyone makes fun of "Saranghaja/Let's love" and "We are one", I really do think that those words are special. It's silly but my heart hurts when I hear Exo say them, when they say those phrases together.