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Fic: Turbulence
Title: Turbulence
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chen-centric, Chen/Xiumin
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot (vignette), 411 words
Summary: On the flight from Incheon International to LAX, Chen and Tao banter while Xiumin sleeps.
Original Post: http://kficanon.dreamwidth.org/8600.html?thread=26675352#cmt26675352
Prompt: Twenty minute challenge, pick from five a-softer-world prompts
Author's Note: I probably didn't use twenty minutes to be honest. I didn't pay much attention to the clock, lol. Anyway, this was the aftermath of watching the kcon livestream on KFA last night and sorta liveblogging there. My Exo feels were shooting through the roof and I had been wanting to write something about M being in California since I saw that Xiumin and Chen sat together on the bus lol
Anyway, this is basically just three members of Exo M during their flight from Incheon International to LAX -- I looked up the approximate flight time and everything. It should really be 11h 46 m, but I rounded up. The seat order is window - Tao - Chen - Xiumin - aisle which was based on how they came out of the plane. Older China-line is probably in another row of seats. Thinking about it now, idk what first class is like but it'd probably be just two seats in a row instead of three, right? OTL Whoops.
But anyway, it's Tao and Chen ragging on each other while practice Korean and Mandarin, respectively, while Xiumin sleeps away. I originally wanted to do something about the International Date Line, something like"
Yeah. Didn't manage it though lol -- no time. Anyway, I simplified the dialogue as much as I could to emphasize that Tao's still not an expert in Korean and Chen's still having trouble with Mandarin. As for Chen's hoarse throat, that comes from him having missed so many of his notes and not being able to hold some of his glory notes during the actual concert :( And the turbulence in the title refers to Jongdae's feelings in addition to the whole "being on a plane" thing lol. He's being wishy-washy about his feelings anyway.
Not much else to add here, but maybe I'll continue this so that it spans the whole kcon trip? That'd be cool.
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chen-centric, Chen/Xiumin
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot (vignette), 411 words
Summary: On the flight from Incheon International to LAX, Chen and Tao banter while Xiumin sleeps.
The estimated flight time is almost twelve hours. Minseok spends a majority of that time emulating their leader at his very best, curled up in his seat with one of the airplane's blankets draped over him. His beanie has long since fallen off due to a mix of tossing and turning and turbulence, so Jongdae holds tight to it for him. If his fingers cling a little too tightly to the fabric, it's only because it's one of Minseok's new favorites. He can't exactly go losing it.
Minseok shifts in his seat and nestles his head on Jongdae's shoulder.
"He looks comfortable," Tao whispers from Jongdae's other side in shoddy Korean, and even without looking, Jongdae can tell the younger boy has turned away from the window. There's nothing interesting to see out there anyway, just a load of blue whether he's looking above or below. They're still a few more hours before landing, before they even catch a glimpse of land. "And you do too."
"Of course, we're in first class," Jongdae answers back in Mandarin, keeping his eyes focused on the seams of Minseok's beanie and his mind on whether he's using the right inflections, "That not good enough for you?"
Tao makes a face at him, even managing to shove him with one of his bony elbows. "Not what I meant."
Jongdae knows what Tao means though, even with the language barrier. There's a reason why one of Jongdae's shoulders is awkwardly lowered, why he's half-draped over the armrest between him and Minseok, why he hasn't been able to focus on the in-flight movie even though it has one of the best OSTs he's ever heard.
"You're a brat," he laughs, "and your Korean is still bad. I was wrong -- Sehun's is better." His throat is hoarse from the rehearsals they had before they left, from their long, ongoing flight over the endless Pacific. He's too used to singing songs he doesn't understand; words he doesn't mean no longer affect him.
Tao rolls his eyes and turns back to the window, his pride obviously wounded. His shoulders are hunched and he presses his forehead against the glass, staring out at the endless blue. Jongdae wonders what else he sees.
"Loser," Tao mutters grumpily in Mandarin, almost too low for Jongdae to hear it.
He tightens his grip on Minseok's beanie, wishes that it was warm flesh underneath his fingers instead of just fabric. He hears liar instead.
Minseok shifts in his seat and nestles his head on Jongdae's shoulder.
"He looks comfortable," Tao whispers from Jongdae's other side in shoddy Korean, and even without looking, Jongdae can tell the younger boy has turned away from the window. There's nothing interesting to see out there anyway, just a load of blue whether he's looking above or below. They're still a few more hours before landing, before they even catch a glimpse of land. "And you do too."
"Of course, we're in first class," Jongdae answers back in Mandarin, keeping his eyes focused on the seams of Minseok's beanie and his mind on whether he's using the right inflections, "That not good enough for you?"
Tao makes a face at him, even managing to shove him with one of his bony elbows. "Not what I meant."
Jongdae knows what Tao means though, even with the language barrier. There's a reason why one of Jongdae's shoulders is awkwardly lowered, why he's half-draped over the armrest between him and Minseok, why he hasn't been able to focus on the in-flight movie even though it has one of the best OSTs he's ever heard.
"You're a brat," he laughs, "and your Korean is still bad. I was wrong -- Sehun's is better." His throat is hoarse from the rehearsals they had before they left, from their long, ongoing flight over the endless Pacific. He's too used to singing songs he doesn't understand; words he doesn't mean no longer affect him.
Tao rolls his eyes and turns back to the window, his pride obviously wounded. His shoulders are hunched and he presses his forehead against the glass, staring out at the endless blue. Jongdae wonders what else he sees.
"Loser," Tao mutters grumpily in Mandarin, almost too low for Jongdae to hear it.
He tightens his grip on Minseok's beanie, wishes that it was warm flesh underneath his fingers instead of just fabric. He hears liar instead.
Original Post: http://kficanon.dreamwidth.org/8600.html?thread=26675352#cmt26675352
Prompt: Twenty minute challenge, pick from five a-softer-world prompts
Author's Note: I probably didn't use twenty minutes to be honest. I didn't pay much attention to the clock, lol. Anyway, this was the aftermath of watching the kcon livestream on KFA last night and sorta liveblogging there. My Exo feels were shooting through the roof and I had been wanting to write something about M being in California since I saw that Xiumin and Chen sat together on the bus lol
Anyway, this is basically just three members of Exo M during their flight from Incheon International to LAX -- I looked up the approximate flight time and everything. It should really be 11h 46 m, but I rounded up. The seat order is window - Tao - Chen - Xiumin - aisle which was based on how they came out of the plane. Older China-line is probably in another row of seats. Thinking about it now, idk what first class is like but it'd probably be just two seats in a row instead of three, right? OTL Whoops.
But anyway, it's Tao and Chen ragging on each other while practice Korean and Mandarin, respectively, while Xiumin sleeps away. I originally wanted to do something about the International Date Line, something like"
Jongdae presses his cheek down against the top of Minseok's hair, trying to ignore how it prickles against his skin. Minseok's mouth hangs open a little as he takes soft, even breaths. If only Jongdae's pounding heart would let him do the same.
But he wouldn't trade this; instead he wishes he had more time to savor it. They don't get much of this, whether it's back in China where all they have time for is practicing Mandarin with each other or back in Korea when there's ten other people vying for attention.
"Chenchen, we passed the International Date Line," Tao whispers, still staring out the window as if expecting to see that imaginary demarcation, "how many more hours do we get?"
Jongdae chuckles a bit bitterly, leaning even more on Minseok. The older boy makes a whining noise in his sleep, but presses back just as much.
"Definitely not enough."
But he wouldn't trade this; instead he wishes he had more time to savor it. They don't get much of this, whether it's back in China where all they have time for is practicing Mandarin with each other or back in Korea when there's ten other people vying for attention.
"Chenchen, we passed the International Date Line," Tao whispers, still staring out the window as if expecting to see that imaginary demarcation, "how many more hours do we get?"
Jongdae chuckles a bit bitterly, leaning even more on Minseok. The older boy makes a whining noise in his sleep, but presses back just as much.
"Definitely not enough."
Yeah. Didn't manage it though lol -- no time. Anyway, I simplified the dialogue as much as I could to emphasize that Tao's still not an expert in Korean and Chen's still having trouble with Mandarin. As for Chen's hoarse throat, that comes from him having missed so many of his notes and not being able to hold some of his glory notes during the actual concert :( And the turbulence in the title refers to Jongdae's feelings in addition to the whole "being on a plane" thing lol. He's being wishy-washy about his feelings anyway.
Not much else to add here, but maybe I'll continue this so that it spans the whole kcon trip? That'd be cool.