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Title: Leveling Out
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chanyeol-centric, platonic Chanyeol/Suho
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 200 words
Summary: They've never been the closest of friends, but after Exo records their Christmas episode of Showtime, Chanyeol and Suho have a talk.




“That book was actually meant for you,” Chanyeol admits grudgingly once Minseok’s out of earshot. He doesn’t know why he even bothers – Junmyeon had been thrilled with Kyungsoo’s vitamins, had obviously meant for that self-help book of his to go to Sehun. As responsible as Junmyeon tries to be, it’s hard to deny he plays favorites, and Chanyeol’s never been on his nice list.

There’s something about Junmyeon’s expression now though, under the dim Christmas lights of the hotel room rented out for their latest recording. Not quite skepticism, but there is a question there, written all over his face.

“I’ve already read The Little Prince. Multiple times, even.” His voice is soft, tentative.

“I thought…” Chanyeol hesitates, decides to take Junmyeon’s attention as encouragement for once, “a dorm copy would be nice. And that maybe you could discuss it with me sometime. I could use some new material, for my songwriting?”

There’s a small quirk to Junmyeon’s lips. He reaches up to gently ruffle Chanyeol’s hair like he never has before. “I’d like that.”

Chanyeol looks down at Junmyeon the way he always has. But for once, it feels like he’s finally seeing eye to eye with his hyung.







Original Post: Here.
Cross-posted:
Here.
Prompt: The Little Prince
Author's Note: Written for Round 3 of EM's EX'ACT Drabble Competition. This is set in November 2013, right after the recording of Showtime's Christmas episode. It always amused me that Chanyeol ended up gifting a copy of The Little Prince during the present giving game, since it's actually Suho's favorite book. (Honestly, I was a little annoyed at a reader who though I shoehorned the book into this scenario, when I'm drawing this based off actual facts. Hmph lol.) This is also based off of the fact that Suho and Chanyeol have said they're not too close (never forget the 17% synchronization rate lol) but that they're still friendly, and truth be told, have known each other for a very long time. (There's even a picture of Chanyeol at Suho's high school graduation! Though not a pic of the two of them together lol.) Suho also said recently, now that he's getting into songwriting, he's been getting a lot of advice from Chanyeol since Chanyeol has more experience in it. 

The title comes from the idea that the two of them never really matched. There was actually a line I had to take out, "Chanyeol doesn't ever remember Junmyeon being taller than him, but now he feels so small", partially because of the word count but also because I didn't... want Chanyeol feeling small. I did want him to feel like Junmyeon's dongsaeng, but even then I wanted there to be the start of a bond between the two of them, or an agreement to try. The looking down part might've been a little mean on my part though, given the metaphorical meaning of it making Chanyeol look a little bad lol. 

Hm one more note: I made the very conscious decision not to write anything based off of the content of The Little Prince, because the story isn't as universal as people like to think. There were three really lovely quotes in it I would've loved to use as the inspiration for drabbles, but I don't think it would come across to nonreaders nearly as well.
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Title: California Dreaming
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chanyeol-centric, Chanyeol/D.O
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 200 words
Summary: Chanyeol enjoys his break with Kyungsoo. Sorta.




"Red Velvet, Taemin, Tiffany noona," Chanyeol pauses as he counts them off on his fingers, checking for any signs of a roaming Baekhyun because amiable or not, a break-up was still a break-up, "Taeyeon noona. We should’ve known they would’ve eventually sent us over here for filming too."

"It's practically as much of an SM tradition as someone breaking their leg. Or a lawsuit," Kyungsoo agrees dryly. He wipes at the endless sweat forming at the nape of his neck, but honestly, he deserves it for insisting on his all-black nonsense despite knowing California was very obviously much hotter than Seoul. Chanyeol wonders at his chances of Kyungsoo stripping off his shirt like the rest of them already have, at how long that stubbornness of his can hold out.

Besides Kyungsoo’s lack of cooperation though, Chanyeol can’t really complain. The MV shoot’s been more of a vacation than a job this time around, especially after they had gotten the dance scenes out of the way. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend he’s on a real break, not just from filming. That Kyungsoo’s sitting beside him on the California coast because he wants to, not because he’s on standby.







Original Post:
Here.
Cross-posted:
Here.
Prompt:
Green truck with legs dangling from the truckbed and a California license plate.
Author's Note: Written for Round 2 of EM's EX'ACT Drabble Competition. Does this actually have anything to do with the song California Dreamin'? Nope. Haha. The title just got stuck in my head since this is set in Cali, and Chanyeol is. Daydreaming, I guess haha. Written based off of the fact that the truck in the prompt picture had a California license plate rather than anything else, but also the interesting trend of SM MVs being filmed in California. A lot of Kpop MVs have actually gone to Cali for filming... I wish they would consider Florida too, our beaches are nicer haha. (Another trend I've always found amusing is the inevitable leg injury in an SM group. Less amusing are the lawsuits, but alas.) This was a cheap grab at Chanyeol/D.O shippers on EM tbh, not that it did me much good. Enough to get Team Suho to Round 3 at least haha. 
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Title: Expectations
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Sehun-centric, Chanyeol/Sehun
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot, 1312 words
Summary: As a couple of the only Padawans left in the Jedi Temple, Sehun and Junmyeon give a warm welcome to one of the temple's newest occupants. Star Wars!AU




"I always thought all of Grand Master Yoda's people were..." Junmyeon's voice trails off, and not just because they're in the library and need to maintain some degree of quiet and respect. His face scrunches up as he tries to bring to mind whatever word he's looking for, twisting into that weird expression that makes him look a little constipated.

"Bad-ass?" Sehun offers, only to be rejected with a quick shake of the fellow Padawan's head. "Old?" Yet another rejection, though this one kinda startles Sehun -- it's hard to imagine someone like Grand Master Yoda as having once been a youngling. He racks his brain for more suggestions, mentally pulling up the images of both the Grand Master and Master Yaddle. "Uh, green?"

"Diminutive," Junmyeon finally admits in a muted whisper, covering his flushed face in shame, as if either of the two most skilled Jedi in the Order would care about being called such. Though, coming from someone of Junmyeon's stature, it is a little hypocritical.

As far as Sehun knows though, Junmyeon's initial assumption is correct though. He knows for a fact that Grand Master Yoda and Master Yaddle are both barely sixty centimeters tall, and from the holocrons he's checked out of their battles, they had both always been that size. In all of his studies, he hasn't come across anything imply otherwise, or even visual records of any other members of their species. The galaxy is a pretty big place though, and despite being the largest collection of knowledge in the Galactic Republic, the Coruscant Jedi Archives don't actually hold everything.

He narrows his eyes at Junmyeon. "You found out something, didn't you?"

"I got to meet one of the Master and Padawan pairs from the Silikan Stillness," Junmyeon starts, though Sehun interrupts before he can explain any further.

"That bookbarge that was scheduled to come in yesterday?"

Junmyeon makes a flicking motion with his fingers and uses his control over the Force to flick at Sehun's forehead without actually getting his hands dirty. "Don't call it that! It's a Corellian Colonizer!" His expression turns reverent, and not for the first time does Sehun wonder why Junmyeon hadn't instead turned to starfighters rather than archives given his enthusiasm. "But yeah, it's the one that docked yesterday. I went with Master Kyuhyun to help with welcoming the Jedi who've decided to stay with us for the time being, and one of the Padawans I met was... like Grand Master Yoda. Except tall."

Imagining a tall Grand Master Yoda is actually a lot harder than Sehun thought it'd be, and all he can come up with is a green, rubber-limbed creature with those familiar, gigantic ears. It doesn't look right at all. "There's no way," he immediately argues, "whoever you met has got to be another species. I bet they weren't even all shriveled and and wrinkly like Grand Master Yoda."

"Yeolda isn't wrinkly because he's like centuries younger than Grand Master Yoda," Junmyeon tells him, rolling his eyes. "But he's got the ears and the three fingers and the same speech patterns and everything. He's just. Really tall. Unfairly tall."

Junmyeon probably just means tall compared to Grand Master Yoda and Master Yaddle. Like seventy centimeters instead of sixty. For a species that tiny, even that small difference would seem huge. "Whatever," Sehun says, rolling his eyes right back at Junmyeon, just because he knows it irritates the other Padawan, "I'll believe it when I see it."




It takes less than a day for Sehun to see it.

"Sehun, you must be," the tall, green, giant-eared, three-fingered alien greets him with a smile that's wide, friendly, and utterly terrifying, "Yeolda, I am, but call me Chanyeol, friends do." Just like Junmyeon had insisted, Chanyeol is tall even by human standards, and he's not wrinkly at all. His skin looks as smooth as Sehun's own, his hair thick and dark, more like Master Yaddle than Grand Master Yoda. His amber eyes somehow brighter than any of Coruscant's three moons.

"Uh, yeah," Sehun mumbles, only continuing with his greeting when Junmyeon nudges him in the side with one of his bony elbows instead of the Force for once, "welcome to Coruscant, Chanyeol."

It's strange, having to actually look up at someone who wasn't a full-fledged Jedi Knight or Jedi Master. It's partially because most of the older Padawans they'd grown up with had left with their Masters to train themselves throughout the galaxy unlike Junmyeon and Sehun who had Masters and positions and paths of study that kept them stationed at the Order's headquarters instead, and partially because the few Padawans they did still see were fresh out of the Initiate stage, still younglings in the grand scheme of the universe and in their own cultures, yet to reach their destined heights. Even Sehun has a few more centimeters left in him before he stops growing, unlike poor Junmyeon.

"Very cool, Coruscant is," Chanyeol answers happily, looking around wildly even though Sehun can't imagine how different the Jedi Temple could be from one of the praxeum ships they have flying around the galaxy. There would still be Jedi of all ranks running around with holocrons and lightsabers regardless of whether or not they were in the temple or on the Silikan Stillness. Those things were basically entire cities on a single ship from what he's heard, even better maintained than most planets on the Outer Rim. "Looking forward to exploring, I am."

"We could show you around, couldn't we, Sehun? We've grown up here our whole lives."

Sehun blinks, probably for the first time since he's laid eyes on Chanyeol. "Yeah, we have. We could," he agrees, taking in Chanyeol's mega-watt grin. He wonders if this is what being under a mind-trick would feel like, except he's pretty sure no one would dare to do such a thing to fellow Jedi, especially in the sanctity of the temple.

But he's not quite sure how else to explain the foreign pounding in his chest, brought on by the sight of this alien and the way his ears curl and uncurl as he rambles nonstop to Junmyeon about training on a praxeum ship instead of a proper Jedi Temple, of his experiences throughout the galaxy on planets the two of them have only heard of in their lessons.




"You know," Sehun says later that night, when it's just him and Junmyeon again because Chanyeol had to go meet up with his Master to discuss his future training on Coruscant, "Grand Master Yoda's kind of cute."

Junmyeon makes a face. "Sehun, he's a millennium older than us. Please don't tell me this is going where I think it's going."

"What? Oh, gross, no!" Sehun's pretty sure his face matches Junmyeon's right at that moment, and he shoves the other Padawan's shoulder. "I just meant... His species? They're pretty cute guys. The ears are cute."

He feels his skin prickle under Junmyeon's stare, and not even in that nice tingly way the Force is supposed to make him feel. The way meeting Chanyeol had made him feel.

"Sehun," Junmyeon finaly says, clasping a hand on his shoulder with a strange look in his eyes, "be careful, okay? Meditate a little more on the Order's teachings and calm your heart." There's something about the way he says it that leaves Sehun uneasy, and he probably pulls away from Junmyeon a little more roughly than he intended.

"My heart is perfectly fine," he mutters. Lies. He doesn't remember ever lying to his friend before, not over something that wasn't like where the last pastry on his plate had disappeared to. "I was just saying. Don't we have to love and appreciate all beings in the galaxy?"

"Equally, yes," Junmyeon agrees hesitantly, his voice making Sehun's stomach twist into knots, "make sure to remember that part, too."







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Written for SWAU. Based off of a quote from Sehun during their Star Wars-themed Vogue shoot in which he said something along the lines of "Because I like Chanyeol, I started liking Yoda too" when asked about his favorite character. I'm actually really happy with how much of the Star Wars universe I managed to squeeze into this, but that just means I have a lot to explain too... haha. I'm gonna go mostly in the order that they show up. 

So part of the story involves the species to which
Yoda and Yaddle (who is honestly pretty bad-ass if you read her biography, like seriously) belong to, which has never been specified and of which little is known because of Lucasfilms' gag order and guidelines to anyone involved in Star Wars and its expanded universe detailing how they are explicitly not to explore it. This lack of specification actually came in handy seeing as I could add Chanyeol as a member of their species (due to his fairy ears lol) and fudge details like the typical short stature and the ridges on their foreheads. I know I shouldn't think about him and Sehun getting together, but I am shallow and like my human-humanoid alien romances to not be too squicky, so yes, I made Chanyeol an green-skinned alien babe. I decided to go with Yeolda as his given name because of its obvious similarity to Yoda and Yaddle, although there is technically no naming scheme when it comes to their species. 

Next... so
holocron is short for "holographic chronicle", which is basically a hologrammic book/data storage device. Sehun and Suho would have access to probably the largest collection of holocrons in the galaxy considering they're stationed at the Coruscant Jedi Temple, which is basically the headquarters of the Jedi Order and home to the Jedi Archives, which was the largest collection of knowledge assembled by the Jedi. The Jedi Temple on Coruscant wasn't the only place where Jedi lived and trained, as there were other, smaller, and sometimes more specialized temples on other planets throughout the galaxy. Coruscant was the seat of government and the center of the galaxy though, so of course it had the biggest Temple. Other places where Jedi lived were on were starships that traveled throughout and explored the galaxy, and praxeum ships were specifically starships on which young Jedi were trained though they also ferried researchers and traveling Jedi. The Silikan Stillness was one of the most renown praxeum ships I read about in my research.

So, about being a Padawan. Basically the progression as a member of the Jedi Order is Initiate -> Padawan -> Knight -> Master -> Grand Master. At a very young age, before they even properly bond with their families, Force-sensitive children (younglings) are detected and brought to a Jedi Temple (or praxeum ship) to be trained to harness the Force and to learn the Code of the Jedi. When the kids finally reached early adolescence, they would undergo trials to determine if they could become Padawans (those who didn't left the Order), who were basically apprentices to older, more experienced Jedi. Most Master-Padawan pairs would then leave their home temple to allow the Padawan to earn experience by working throughout the galaxy. Sehun and Suho are obvious exceptions here -- likely apprenticed to Masters who had to remain in the temple, like the Chief Librarian or other more clerical/administrative work, who were training the two of them to take their place. Chanyeol, having been raised on a praxeum ship, would thus get more traveling experience than the two of them and their theoretical knowledge. Suho probably envies this a bit, because he's always wanted to travel more, has always loved starfighters as much as the archives.

Last major thing: the Jedi Code appears to call for a lack of emotion in order to ensure peace, and a lack of passion to ensure serenity. This is to encourage Jedi to be as objective as possible, considering they are considered the galaxy's peacekeepers. Attachments to other people were supposed to be discouraged, but really because the Jedi were to love everything and everyone so they could do all they could to protect the majority rather than those they were biased against. The closest they were kinda allowed were the other younglings who grew up in their clan and their Jedi comrades and Master, though that was expected to come a lot closer to camaraderie than familial love. So when Sehun feels the stirrings of a crush on Chanyeol, Suho is actually warning him once they're alone. It's actually something that the few comments I got on EM failed to notice, because it leaves the oneshot feeling a bit uneasy. Despite Sehun's feelings, he technically isn't supposed to explore them, at least in a pre-Empire/New Republic Jedi Order that strongly discouraged it. The Jedi Order wasn't perfect, and there were a lot of reasons why it fell. It's an interesting read, but that's as much as I need to cover lol.

But yeah, so this was titled "Expectations" because there were Sehun's expectations of Chanyeol's species, and then there were the expectations expected out of him from Suho and the Jedi Order, to not feel anything towards Chanyeol. I'm glad I found a title I liked.
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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: 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.

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: 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: 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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Title: Two for Coffee
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chen-centric, Chen/Xiumin
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 507 words
Summary: Jongdae shares a morning and coffee with Minseok, before he has to share his hyung too.




Minseok slides the mug in front of him, the warm steam still rising into the air and into Jongdae's face. It smells delicious and rich, and Jongdae's hands wrap around the ceramic before he even comprehends what he's doing.
 
"For me?" 
 
Despite the question, he wastes no time in pulling the drink towards himself. Lowering his head and taking the tiniest of sips, just enough to give himself a foam mustache. It's obviously not as good as the professional stuff they get whenever they go out on coffee shop visits during their free time, but it's the best in the dorms and Jongdae can't complain. Can never really complain actually, because Minseok makes it just right for him. 
 
"Yes, Jongdae. I brewed myself two cups," Minseok chuckles into his own mug, "heaven knows I need it to deal with all of you kids." 
 
Minseok drinks more delicately than Jongdae does, mature as his age would suggest and somewhat refined in spite of his childish face. There's never a trace of foam on his upper lip, though that doesn't keep Jongdae from peering up from underneath his eyelashes and hoping to catch sight of it one day. Hoping to have the opportunity to reach over and wipe it away -- with his thumb or his lips, he doesn't really know which he'd prefer. 
 
"We're not that bad," Jongdae whines, just as Chanyeol comes thundering through the front door of the M dorm. They both wince at the racket, but when they see Yixing leave his bedroom to go handle the situation, the grimaces melt into small, shared smiles. 
 
"You were saying?" Minseok asks as they listen to Chanyeol babble loudly about a new composition he's come up with, as they hear Yixing offer to listen to whatever he has recorded on his phone. It's too early in the morning for anything other than their cups of coffee, but the warmth of the liquid spreads throughout their bodies and Jongdae knows Minseok is just as unwilling as him to get up from the comfortable little bubble they've made for themselves at the kitchen counter. 
 
Sipping at his coffee again, Jongdae resists the urge to pout. "Park Chanyeol is an outlier and should not be counted," he insists. 
 
"Excuse you," Chanyeol interrupts, stopping Yixing from dragging him into his room, "I always count." Yixing doesn't even seem to be trying to pull him away anymore, although he does shoot Jongdae a sleepy-eyed, apologetic glance. 
 
Minseok laughs softly, getting up from his chair and abandoning his mug and Jongdae. "Alright, alright, Chanyeol-ah. How about you sit and have some coffee with us so Yixing can actually wake up before you have him look over your song?"
 
Chanyeol strokes his chin, as if mulling it over, before planting himself in Minseok's chair and dragging Yixing down with him. "Okay. Hyung knows best, after all."
 
Jongdae sees Minseok's tiny smile as he turns away and walks back to the coffee-maker, how carefully he handles the new pair of mugs. 
 
He can't say he disagrees.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt: "People say I love you all the time—when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear.” - John Patrick, The Curious Savage
Author's Note: My last free kick written for WCAU's Round 2. I misinterpreted the prompt so that the idea of Xiumin and Chen sharing coffee is the act of love, rather than going for an alternative verbalized way to say "I love you". It's a pity, but I still managed to write a sweet moment of my OTP. This was written before it was revealed by Suho, Kai, and Chanyeol that no one in the dorm really listens to Chanyeol's compositions when he asks them to lol. There's also a Spiders Georg reference, heh.

Fic: Upset

Sep. 10th, 2015 04:30 pm
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Title: Upset
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chanyeol-centric
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 642 words
Summary: Chanyeol had honestly, really, truly expected to find Jinho's name on the final line-up for SM's newest boy band. 




"I really thought he'd make it," Chanyeol sighs, resting his chin in his palm. His elbow is propped up on the booth table, the sleeve of his favorite hoodie in a sticky puddle of spilled cider. He can't bring himself to care. "I had twenty thousand won riding on him." 
 
"I had fifty," Minseok commiserates. He downs the shot of soju in one drop, Chanyeol notices enviously. Maybe when he's drunk enough, Minseok will let him take a shot as well. He definitely needed it.
 
The next list of names for the upcoming -- upcoming, Chanyeol laughs bitterly, like most of the company's trainees hadn't been waiting since 2008 -- boyband had been posted in one of the front hallways of the company building. Far enough away that the sasaengs stalking the front doors would never see it, but in broad enough view that every trainee and staff member entering the building could come across it. 
 
Jinho's name hadn't made the list.
 
"I don't understand. Minseok hyung said that you said that he was doing fine in Mandarin classes?" Chanyeol asks Yixing. They're not particularly close, in fact they barely know each other at all. Why would they when Yixing spends half his time in dance lessons and the other half surrounded by other Chinese trainees (and Minseok, he guesses) only speaking Mandarin. But Minseok had just come out of practice with the guy and invited him along and Chanyeol couldn't exactly ask his hyung who the fuck is this without sounding more disrespectful than usual. 
 
Yixing is a dull looking guy, who already looks sleepy enough even without the liquor, but at least he's nice and his eyes are too blank to hold any sort of judgement, Chanyeol guesses. Could be worse. Could be Junmyeon nagging him about how he shouldn't drink until he came of age or else it wouldn't be special anymore.
 
"Jinho sshi," Yixing says. His eyes turn towards the ceiling, and Chanyeol would bet the rest of the meat on his plate that he's trying to remember just who Jinho is. "Ah, Jinho sshi," Yixing finally picks up after thirty-something seconds of silent contemplation and Chanyeol eyeing him uncertainly, "actually his Mandarin made me cry. And Zitao. Zitao cried too, Jinho sshi may have accidentally insulted his mother."
 
Chanyeol groans into his hand, reaching out for Minseok's shot-glass with the other one. Unfortunately for him, Minseok is still sober enough to hold it out of his reach and warn him with a sharp glare. Maybe later.
 
"The guy they picked instead is nice," Minseok says, passing over the glass bottle of cider instead. Chanyeol takes it grudgingly, "and his Mandarin is better than mine at least." From beside him, Yixing nods so enthusiastically, Minseok almost looks insulted.
 
"I heard it was another Kim," Chanyeol grumbles, "why so many Kims?"
 
"Kims are awesome," Minseok says sternly as he takes another shot, "you have two Kims who are your hyungs, you better watch that mouth." 
 
Yixing laughs, his attention darting between them like he's watching a ping-pong match. "I think you'll get along with Kim Jongdae sshi," he tells Chanyeol, reaching out to pat him on the wrist. Chanyeol isn't sure he's ready for that level of intimacy yet.
 
Chanyeol resists the urge to faceplant into the table, even with all the sticky leftovers covering it. It's late enough that no one cares that the gunk on his face isn't BB cream. "What makes you think that?" he asks skeptically.
 
Yixing pauses, tapping a finger against his cheek as he starts thinking again. Minseok shoots Chanyeol another warning glare before he can even think to say anything. "He's a good singer, likes music," Yixing says, ignoring the way Chanyeol snorts because they're all in a music company, "also he's your age. So many 92-liners."
 
Oh. Oh. That, Chanyeol can work with.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt: “I know a thing or two about liking people, and in time, after much chocolate and cream cake, 'like' turns into 'what was his name again?'” — Hatter, Alice
Author's Note: Written for a free kick from Round 2 of WCAU, though it didn't stick so closely to the prompt. The original idea was for the "what was his name again" was for it to refer to
Cho Jinho, a.k.a the trainee who was included in SM's 2009 iteration of SM the Ballad as Jino. As a refresher, during Exo's 100 days of predebut teasers, he was highly anticipated as a member of Exo, only he kinda disappeared (and has since left SM, last I heard). Since then, it's been a long-running joke in some circles to imagine other Exo members edging him out of the group. But this fill was basically going for the idea that where once Jinho had been so anticipated by even members of the group, eventually time would pass and the selection of the actual members of the group would bury that disappointment. And while Chanyeol's expectations of Jinho's inclusion were dashed, he gets new ones from the revelation that Chen is a 92-liner (and thus, a future co-conspirator; another running joke). 
avirjin: (Default)
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. 




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.
PromptTed: 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. 
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Title: Bullet Biter
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chanyeol-centric, Implied Chanyeol/Lay
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 505 words
Summary: There's something Chanyeol hasn't been telling his superpowered crime-fighting squad. 





"What the hell was that?"
 
Chanyeol is still wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, ignoring the way Yixing insists on hovering over him with an anxious expression and his palms facing forward, twinkling lights gathering at the tips of his fingers. Minseok is still standing frozen in place, his eyes darting back and forth between Chanyeol and the corpse Jongdae is poking at with his staff.
 
"Whatever it was, he's dead," Jongdae says cheerfully enough, pressing the base of the rod against the man's cheek. There's a few sparks with each tap as he attempts to shock their guy, but despite each spasm the man remains dead. "Good job, Chanyeol."
 
"Good job," Minseok echoes faintly, "what are we even congratulating him on?"
 
No one answers him, because to be honest, aside from Chanyeol, they're not exactly sure what happened. One moment, the culprit had materialized a machine gun out of fucking nowhere, right as they had cornered him in a dark alley. The next, he was pulling the trigger, the nozzle aimed at Chanyeol. The tallest member of their squad should've been riddled with bullets, or at least had had some sort of damage for Yixing to clean up as usual. 
 
But instead, Chanyeol had opened his freakishly large mouth and sucked each and every speeding bullet down his throat. 
 
In the time it took for their guy to get over the shock of some guy eating his ammunition, Minseok had frozen the blood in his veins, and Jongdae had ended it with an electrocution. Simple and clean and the usual, barring Chanyeol's little show. 
 
"So is this an extra power?" Yixing asks curiously, pulling his hands back, but leaning his face forward. Uncomfortably so, as he attempts to stare down Chanyeol's throat like it holds the answers to life itself. "Because I'm not sure I'm comfortable with knowing you could do what you just did to those bullets to my dick during our--"
 
""It only works on metal--" Chanyeol interrupts before the others are given too much information about their 'private training sessions'. Minseok already looks like he's about to have another aneurysm or something, Jongdae on the verge of his squeals of debauchery usually reserved for their clubbing nights. "I. I have something to confess."
 
Jongdae stops playing with the dead body and scrambles over, pulling their team leader along. "Do you really want to tell us," he asks seriously, clutching Minseok's arm tightly, "do we even really want to hear it? Some secrets aren't so bad, Yeol. Some things are meant to stay behind locked doors."
 
"No, I really have to tell you," Chanyeol barrels on. He needs to get this off his chest. The other three gaze intently at him as he finally opens his mouth to continue. "I. I can eat metal. Before I landed this job..."
 
The others' eyes are all on him. He feels so small, despite being the tallest of them all.
 
"I used to be a sword-eater. For the circus."
 
Oh, the shame.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt:
This gunplay gif lol
Author's Note: Written for a free kick from Round 2 of WCAU. Most of my Round 2 works featured Xiumin, Chen, Chanyeol, and Lay due to the four of them being randomly assigned to Team A in the second round, and bonus points being offered for the inclusion of all members in a work. Anyway, this was the result of already being me permanently being in a superpower AU mood and the fact that I really didn't want to write anything sexual for the gunplay prompt, yet none of the other prompts were working for me, unfortunately. I found the idea really interesting, but you can see where I ran out of time lol. Also, disclaimer: there is nothing shameful about sword-eating for a circus. Haha.
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Title: The Colors of Sirens Aren't Just Red and Blue
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Lu Han-centric
Genre: General
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 524 words
Summary: Idols are special, splashes of color in a grey and lonely world. 




Idols are a beautiful abnormality in a world of greys, sirens tinted with the slightest bit of color at the corners of their eyes and in locks of shamelessly bright hair. Of all the reasons Lu Han signs up for a contracted shelf life a country away, this is the most important. 
 
"It's why people don't particularly like them," the casting scout explains to him as she hands over her card. SM Entertainment, it reads. He knows it should be pink, has seen traces of color during the concerts he livestreams on his computer, but the cardstock in his hand is as grey as the concrete. "It's an illusion, you're not supposed to see color unless you meet that someone special."
 
And yet nothing explains the way crowds of fans all simultaneously see the world in dull pastels and clouded hues. A miracle, they call it. 
 
Lu Han accepts -- of course he accepts -- and imagines himself in a world of color. The world of idols. He dreams of walking in through the frosted doors of the company building and seeing colorful paintings, the pink logo of the company. 
 
But just like when he first stepped out of the airport all those months ago, heart shoved into his throat because his chest was so full of expectation, all he sees is grey. 
 
A passing stranger -- another trainee, probably, he looks so young -- stops in his tracks, cocks his head in a way that makes his oversized ears stand out even more. 
 
"New guy?" he asks, sounding neither particularly cruel or sympathetic. Lu Han wonders how many new guys he's seen with those cool eyes. 
 
When Lu Han nods, the other smiles tightly. Hints of brown start creeping into Lu Han's field of vision, starting from the strands of the trainee's hair, but it stays a dull muted color. Lu Han knows the surprise on his face is all too obvious when the other begins to beam. 
 
"Yeah, I have that effect," the guy says cheekily, reaching out for Lu Han's arm, "and I bet you will too. You look the type."
 
Lu Han doesn't even have the chance to stumble over Korean in an attempt to answer, barely has a chance to formulate one in Mandarin before the trainee starts dragging him down the hallways. He almost calls out for him to stop, but more and more colors are creeping into his vision and he stares wide-eyed at the door they all seem to be reaching to him out from. 
 
"Feast your eyes," his surprise escort says, pulling away from Lu Han and resting his hand on the door handle. His smile is brighter than ever, and Lu Han can see the obnoxious bright orange of his hoodie by this point. As the boy opens the door, another tumbles out, his hand still on the other handle.
 
"Chanyeolie," the shorter trainee says, thick brows narrowed. His skin is pale, his shirt a bright yellow. The colors burst, lingering behind Lu Han's eyelids as he tries to blink them away in surprise. It's brighter than any concert he's ever watched. 
 
It's magic.







Original Post: Here.
Prompt: "life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time"
Author's Note: Written for WCAU Round 1, another free kick. This was actually an idea I'd been bouncing around for a while and the opportunity came to just. Write it. Haha. Unfortunately, it was wasted on Lu Han, but i do hope to take this concept and rewrite it with a pairing or with characters I actually care about. Anyway, the first thing to know about this is that I actually strongly dislike soulmate AUs, and the concept of soulmates in general, unless it's platonic. In my opinion, we find happiness as we go, so I don't really like the idea of being fated to be shackled to one other person and that's it. Too sad. Anyway, so I just... came up with this idea that idols, who sell this fantasy of being your ideal type, can be cultivated to have a similar affect to the soulmate trope of only seeing color when you meet your soulmate. And that people actually look down on idols for it because it's a sort of false love and happiness if they're letting you see muted colors. I've got some other worldbuilding rules and ideas built up, but it's probably not the place to go too into depth with them. 

Anyway, in this story, it's basically AR more than it is AU, set pre-debut. Lu Han joining SM and meeting first Chanyeol, and then Xiumin. I wasn't sure if I wanted any of them to be soulmates since I don't particularly ship any permutation of the three. Had to include Lu Han and Chanyeol though since they were Team Xiumin's fellow teammates and there was a bonus for using everyone. Meh.
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So. Preface. These are being posted about a year late, mainly because by the time I was getting around to posting them, Lu Han left Exo (and now, more recently, Tao) and I have... very strong feelings about betraydols and was quite reluctant to post anything relating to them, even previous work. But I want to post this year's summer event submissions and it wouldn't feel right skipping over all of the stuff I made for EM's 2014 World Cup competition. So here we go lol. The following notes are from last year.

Long story short, EM ran a second summer fanworks competition, this time modeled around the World Cup rather than the Hunger Games again. I didn't submit as much as last time I think, but I still totaled about 25 works? Pretty decent. It's a pity that Xiumin couldn't get to the finals, but he made it to 4th place! One place higher than the year before, and that was my endgoal anyway lol. Good job, me and the rest of the team. Who I don't know since I didn't unanon and I didn't have Kit helping me out this time.

Anyway. I had fun trying out new art techniques this time around -- I only did stuff on photoshop this time, compared to traditional media last year \o/ -- and I actually wrote stuff? For the first time in months. I'm amazed, though I don't feel so great about most of what I wrote. What is characterization, besides the bane of my existence lol. But at least I got to flesh out some ideas, including ones that had been tumbling in my head uselessly for a while.

Fics and free kicks will be posted separately, the fics so that I can edit or continue them as I want and the free kicks so they'll all be in one place lol. This will just be art and vocaroos. I'm probably gonna reupload the vocaroos on my soundcloud or my evernote since they eventually expire, as I found out from my HG!AU ones.... ugh life is such a struggle.


PRELIMS:

Title: Wavin' Flag song edit
Link: Soundcloud
Original Post: Here
Lyrics: 
give me fanart, drawn of dage
or just fanfic, that'll score higher
see anons fight over points now
might divide us, but it's worthwhile

in each meme part, we'll be postin'
once we start the competition
it's the world cup, take revenge now
maybe this time, xiumin will be crowned

stanning forever on
making fanworks til the round is done
less deadly than the hunger games
maybe this time xiumin will do better than fifth place

if it's for dage, i will be stronger
they'll name him champion
watch as i wave his--
if it's for dage, i will be stronger
they'll name him champion
watch as i wave his flag
so wave his flag
now wave his flag
and wave his flag

Notes:
 A cover of the 2010 Fifa World Cup song "Wavin' Flag" with the lyrics changed to suit WCAU. It's mainly because we had been given such a long time gap between finding out about the event and the actual start of it that I managed to get this done. It was fun making fun of the scoring system and the wank a bit lol. Also the fifth place bit refers to how Xiumin finished in fifth for HGAU... did better this time around lol


Title: Runaway song edit
Link: Soundcloud
Original Post: Here
Lyrics:
got one more day to post, can't believe we're halfway there
we're lagging far behind, won't give up just yet (just yet)
don't worry 'bout prelims, he can't get kicked out here
it's still a pity but
 
it's gonna end tonight oh oh~
day two of prelims, that's right oh oh~
oh look another toop, 3 2 1
watch those points rack upppppp
 
[deep sigh]
 
hey team let's run away
regroup, and focus on round one
our dage will have to wait
though i might be jumpin the gun
i still think that
 
hey team, let's run away
save our shit to be scored another day
it's a bitter pill to take
but no point in wasting those points anywayyyyy

Notes:
 A cover of SHINee's Runaway, again with lyrics changed to reflect the situation in WCAU. Prelims were mainly a period where the team with the highest number of points would get a walk -- exemption from the first round. No one was gonna be eliminated, so it was a huge waste of points if you didn't win it so this was a call to fellow Team Xiumin members to give up on prelims so we could start stocking up for Round 1 proper. Definitely had fun working on this in the car lol




ROUND 1: 

Title: Futsal Fanart

Original Post: Here
Notes: The first post of Round 1! I tried to make posting first my thing throughout the competition lol, lots of fun. Xiumin's appearance is based off of what he wore for one of the futsal competitions for ISAC, though I had to change him from Team A to Team B due to a last-minute team shuffle. It was my first time trying an outline other than black so I could have a warmer feel to him lol also, originally it was gonna just be a chibi but then I thought since i had the time, why not try a background? Also the grass hides his bad feet, haha. The flags were team flags made and chosen before the games even started lol, ironically, I was the one who designed the Team Suho flag. 


Title: Yowapetao

Original Post: Here
Notes: Originally I made this because Xiumin and Tao were gonna be on the same team, but then there was a reshuffle and they ended up on opposing teams. It was also because Boss loves/loved Tao and Yowapedal. No other other comments really since my feelings since have soured on him.


Title: Waving Flag and Fifa Trophy animation

Original Post: Here
Notes: THIS ONE WAS SO HARD. I had to use a series of screenshots from Hetalia as a reference for the flag waving and coloring the moving frames and actually animating it took so long I wanted to die lol. In the end I realy liked how it came out though! Xiumin's outfit is based off of what he had worn at an airport recently, but I changed the letter on his shirt to read B for Team B. Open in a new tab to see the pic full-sized lol. 


Title: Take a Bite at First Place Tonight (Animal Cover)
Link: Soundcloud
Original Post: Here
Lyrics: 
here we go again
yet another meme competition
won't take it easy 'cause
i'm afraid xiumin will fall behind
 
here we go again
fighting like animals to the end
teamed up with cannibals
and i'm afraid he won't get out alive
 
no i won't sleep tonight
 
oh oh, i want some more
fanart, what are chanons waiting forrr
take a bite for team b tonight
oh oh, i want some more
fanfics, what are lu-nons waiting forrrr
what are we all waiting forrrr
say goodbye to team a tonight
 
here we are again
camaraderie points kickin' in
no red cards yet,
though chanlu might still bite
dage, go run and hide
 
teams not taggin [c]
you're killin' me now
but i'll still share my points with you
to make sure team Biters gets through
 
oh oh, i want some more
fanmixes, what are lu-nons waiting forrr
take a bite for team b tonight
oh oh, i want some more
edits, what are chanons waiting forrrr
what are we all waiting forrrr
say goodbye to team c tonight
 
oh shit, look, meme's gone quiet
hush hush, look, no one's postin'
means it's time to make more shit
and i won't lose this chance
 
woah i won't sleep tonight
 
i won't sleep tonight
 
oh oh, i want some more
fanworks, team b please start posting more
take a bite at first place tonight
oh oh i want some more
fanworks, team b please start posting more
round ends in a few hours more
take a bite at first place tonight

Notes:
So I'm pretty sure that the soundcloud link is not the actual audio I originally uploaded to meme because some of the lyrics at the very end sounded different and I actually groan out of frustration at the end of this recording... sigh. I have no idea where the original went lol. But yeah, so a call-out to Teams Chanyeol and Lu Han to post more using a edited version of Neon Trees' "Animal". We made it through the round, so obviously successful. BTW, "camaraderie" is literally one of the worst words in the English language, how the fuck do you even pronounce it.




ROUND 2: 

Title: AA Batteries

Original Post: Here
Notes: This was mostly a pun about how I hoped that the new Team A would be "recharged" and ready for Round 2. Haha. And the joke is that these are AA batteries... I had to look up the shape just in case. The designs are based off of the team flags. In case the symbols weren't obvious enough, from left to right is Xiumin, Chanyeol, Chen, and Lay. 


Title: Baozi, Where Did You Go? (Where Did U Go cover) 
Link: Soundcloud
Original Post: Here
Lyrics: 
it's been so long since baozi's gone
i can't go on this way
his soft round cheeks, so dear to me
the coffee he made every day

i love him so, i miss him so,
and i'm left wondering where did he go
i'll search the land, won't give up and
won't come back empty-handed

tell me, chanyeol, have you seen my baozi? 
oh no you haven't?
that's okay, it's only just the start

oh tell me, where did you go?
not off to china all alone?
oh tell me, baozi, where did you hide?
don't go where i can't find you
tell me, baozi, where did you go?
i can't take this anymore
but i'll keep searching to the ends of the world
oh where did you go...

oh look there's lu, wonder if he knew
how far my baozi got
they're such close friends, wouldn't doubt it and
he's a hyung i can trust a lot

kyungsoo and yixing haven't seen him
so, lu ge, how about you?
if you insist on no,
i'll have to go and ask that brat sehun

i can't believe no one's seen my baozi
there's ten of us
there's no way no one knows where he's gone

oh tell me, where did you go?
not off to china all alone?
oh tell me, baozi, where did you hide?
don't go where i can't find you
tell me, baozi, where did you go?
i can't take this anymore
but i'll keep searching to the ends of the world

oh where did you go
where did you go
i never thought that you would leave me
feeling so lost and alone

oh where did you go
where did you go
come back to me, hyung please
and i'll never let you gooooooo

oh where did you go
where where did you go?
where did you go
where where did you go? yeah

oh tell me, where did you go?
not off to china all alone?
oh tell me, baozi, where did you hide?
don't go where i can't find you
tell me, baozi, where did you go?
i can't take this anymore
but i'll keep searching to the ends of the world

oh tell me, where did you go?
wait what was in lu's hand?
don't tell me, baozi, you couldn't hide
should've seen how he eyed you
tell me please i'm not too late
won't let his stomach be your fate
oh no, he's bitten, this is the end
oh, there you go

Notes: An attempted hattrick to accompany a fan art and a toop based off of the story "Have You Seen My Hat?", changed to "Have You Seen My Baozi?" The song is a cover of G.E.M. Tang's "Where Did U Go", which I was lucky enough to find an instrumental version of. It was surprisingly catchy and I still find myself singing this version of the song when the actual song pops up on my iPod lol. Sung from Chen's POV. 
 


Title: Points Points Points (Hush cover)
Link: Soundcloud
Original Post: Here
Lyrics: 
[ficnon]
Staring at a word doc (yeah)
But the words won't come out (yeah)
I need to save my opger (yeah)
I think my team went to sleep (yeah)

[fartnon]
I got my crayons out to draw (yeah)
Don't know how to PS (yeah)

[dage ficnon]
I can't write anymore
Wrote 40k words
Team A where you at
Hurry, hurry team

LET'S GO TEAM A

[Everyone \o/]
Points points points, Team A
Write write write, Team A
Sing or knit I don't
Care just do it now

[Camaraderie nons]
Give it to me give it to me, anons
We need you we need you, anons
Give it to me give it to me, anons
Let's get the bonus

[Everyone]
Points points points, Team A
Draw draw draw, Team A
I'll even do math
and physics for them now

[Camaraderie nons]
Give it to me give it to me, anons
A team is a team, anons
Give it to me give it to me, anons

[spectator anon]
Oh my god the edit (Yeah)
Why does dage look hot? (Yeah)

[writer non]
When is the free kick? (Yeah)
Mods I need to go sleep (Yeah)
Sorry, team, I give up (yeah)
Too burnt out and I'm done (yeah)
I can't do this no more

[everyone else]
Yes you can, one day more!
Please don't leave on me
Hurry hurry, non
Cuz we need it

[Everyone \o/]
Points points points, Team A
Write write write, Team A
Sing or knit I don't
Care just do it now

[Camaraderie nons]
Give it to me give it to me, anons
We need you we need you, anons
Give it to me give it to me, anons
Let's get the bonus

[Everyone]
Points points points, Team A
Draw draw draw, Team A
I'll even do math
and physics for them now

[Camaraderie nons]
Give it to me give it to me, anons
A team is a team, anons
Give it to me give it to me, anons

a-ha

[OPGERS]
I can see you trying so hard
so I don't die this time
We love you guys, take care of yourselves
Chanyeol Chen Lay Xiumin
A Class Team A the best we'll win
cuz we've got the best stans around

LET'S GO TEAM A

[Everyone \o/]
Points points points, Team A
Write write write, Team A
Sing or knit I don't
Care just do it now

[Camaraderie nons]
Give it to me give it to me, anons
We need you we need you, anons
Give it to me give it to me, anons
Let's get the bonus

[Everyone]
Points points points, Team A
Draw draw draw, Team A
I'll even do math
and physics for them now

[Camaraderie nons]
Give it to me give it to me, anons
A team is a team, anons
Give it to me give it to me, anons

Last day of round 3 (yeah)
And I'm clutching my chest (yeah)
Are anons gonna dump? (yeah)
Let's hope not or OT (yeah)
 
Notes: Song edit of Miss A's "Hush". Lyrics written by a laynon, and sung by me as an attempted hattrick with Kelley's Miss A Team edit. It's mostly a meta song, which were surprisingly popular in this particular event. I had to change one line as I was singing or else I wouldn't be able to breathe. I actually lost my voice after singing this because I'd been straining myself so much. It's a very face paced song actually. 


Title: Lu Haunting

Original Post: Here
Notes: Irony truly is the cruelest thing. I am going to be very honest, this work in particular was why I took so long to finally just start posting WCAU stuff, because it featured Lu Han and Tao so heavily and I am not a huge fan of either after what they did to Exo. 

Objectively? I'm actually really proud of this. Not the frames where I obviously gave up, but like I ended up trying a lot of new techniques like with hair and shading and facial expressions in addition to a lack of thick lineart, and the backgrounds made me really happy. Also liked the hanbok I drew. Anyway, so this was obviously a parody of the Danny Phantom opening. It's an idea I had since HGAU but never actually got around to because there wasn't as much time. You can see where I started giving up though because it was just taking so long and I had work early the next morning.




ROUND 3: 

Title: Gladiator Dage

Original Post: Here
Notes: My final fanart submission for WCAU :( I was actually really sad because I was running late for the hospital as I was finishing this so I didn't get to shade it since the round would end while I was working. Anyway, this was based off of Xiumin happening to wear really ugly sandals around this time, and anons joking that next comeback would be a gladiator concept based off of the sandals. I had to look up a lot of reference pics, but I found his body here pretty cute. I also really liked how cartoony his sword ended up looking. 




FINALS: 

Title: Best Luck Cover
Link: Soundcloud
Original Post: Here
Notes: Okay so long story short, Xiumin did not actually make it past semi-finals. I was working at the hospital when that news came out so I was very sad about the fact that I couldn't participate. At the last minute I did decide to help Team Chen in the finals, but... yeah. So I learned Chen's recently released "Best Luck" from the "It's Okay It's Love" OST as quickly as I could and submitted a straight cover for his team. Which in the end lost. :( I was really amazed at how quickly I picked it up though, so cheers.

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Haven't done one-sentence challenges in a while. Felt nice. Used this generator.


D.O / Chanyeol - panic

Chanyeol can't help flinching when Kyungsoo reaches over from his seat with a sardonic grin -- maybe he had teased him a little too much this time -- but instead of the sharp smack he'd been expecting, Chanyeol feels Kyungsoo's arms wrapped uncomfortably tight around him, his face buried in Kyungsoo's chest at an awkward angle, the breath forced out of his chest at Kyungsoo's sudden display of tenderness.



D.O / Kris - otome boyfriends

Intimidatingly designed Wu Yifan had been programmed with three distinct characteristics: a docile personality, easily won affection if given enough game-bought gifts and flattering words, and -- in the case that neither were being effectively courted by the player character -- the ability to woo and win over Do Kyungsoo, the hardest ranked bachelor in the game.



Suho / Xiumin - cutting your losses

Trainees always leave quietly in contrast to the ruckus made when they're first accepted into SM once they've understood that making the massive investment in training doesn't actually guarantee a debut, but as Minseok watches another slip out of the dorms and into the night with their head hung low, he catches Junmyeon's eye and knows neither of them are ready to give up quite so easily.



Baekhyun / Lu Han - beach houses

As the others wrestle in the sand or wade in the low tide of the Jejudo beach that had been chosen as the location of their summer MV, Baekhyun sneaks into the rented beach house in hopes of claiming the master bedroom, only to find Lu Han already sprawled out on its bed and glaring at anyone who would dare approach his newly claimed territory.



Tao / Tao - teacher's pet

The black cat lounging on the professor's desk grooms himself to perfection for a quarter of the period before finally shifting into the form of the class's missing Transfiguration professor, who smiles all too smugly with a self-satisfied, kittenish grin and his wand twirling between his fingers.

(a/n: Not what you were expecting from teacher's pet, eh? lol)



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