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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.


Title: Wavin' Flag song edit
Link: Soundcloud
Original Post: Here
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

 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
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

 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


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
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

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.


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
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
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)

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


[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

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

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


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


[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

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.


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. 


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)

Total Word Count: 305
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So, EM was having "12 days of oppars" or a "December of Exo" or whatever the heck it was, and Tao day was... earlier this week? Last week? I actually started on Tao day and it ended up taking a little over 24 hours to finish given that I had work and stuff. And even then I didn't properly finish. There's not much shading or highlighting, so it's pretty flat. The unfortunate thing is that I accidentally saved the flattened image, so I can't go between layers and stuff. Might as well leave it as it is lol 

Anyway, In the end I didn't make it in time. I doubt I would have posted anyway lol, I haven't done so in a long time. It was still a good chance to practice coloring in a new style, based off of this tutorial I found on tumblr where you color the base first and add lines/details later. It was an interesting practice. The art itself was based off of a series of pictures like this, when chinaline were flying back to China for an awards show. Congrats again to Exo for winning, I guess. So many wins this year. Whooo. All colors were lifted directly from Tao pics, although it was hard to find any that weren't filtered so his skin looked lighter u__u I think I got a good tone on him though, but I wish I could have made his hair look nicer. The pattern on the scarf was lifted from a generic knit pattern that I googled tbh, but everything else was me lol

In the end it was fun. I was happy enough with the outcome that I ended up printing it out and gluing it to a letter that I gave Boss when I met up with her a couple of days ago. Hopefully she liked it, even though my printer ruined the color u__u

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Title: Prices
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric, slight Suho/Kai
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Length: Oneshot, 2623 words
Summary: As far as Junmyeon knows, there's no price too great for him to pay when it comes to his friends. Junmyeon doesn't know very much. Fullmetal Alchemist (2003 ver) AU.
Warning: Highlight to read. Non-explicit character death, as per the AU.

Water, 35 liters. Carbon, 20 kilograms. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime, 1.5 kilograms. Phosphorus, 800 grams. Salt, 250 grams. Saltpeter, 100 grams. Sulfur, 80 grams. Fluorine, 7.5 grams. Iron, 5 grams. Silicon, 3 grams. And trace amounts of fifteen other elements.

Junmyeon is certain that while those are the correct measurements of the elements required to make an average adult human body. He's also certain that Oh Sehun was composed of both more and less than a such a cheap shopping list.

"But how do we account for his soul?" Jongin asks during their trip to Central. He trails behind Junmyeon, his steps slow and sluggish as he waits for Junmyeon to appraise yet another vial of saltpeter. They've spent the past few weeks visiting the finest apothecaries the nation could offer, window-shopping for the best ingredients money could buy. Only the richest -- and, of course, the State Military -- could afford such exorbiant prices, but for Junmyeon it might as well have been pocket change.

Like Sehun would have accepted being recomposed of sub-par materials simply bought from a local market.

One thing that Junmyeon's vast fortune couldn't buy though was the one thing Jongin had always been most concerned with, always bringing it up in their conversations ever since Junmyeon had finally let him in on the plan he'd spent the past seven years researching and preparing for. The human soul had always been a tricky thing to work around, but surely Junmyeon could figure something out now that he had Jongin on his side.

"Maybe if the two of us put a little more energy into the transmutation," he answers softly, but with very little confidence. He holds the vial of saltpeter closer to his eyes, examining it once more before setting it back on the shelf with a frown. With so many impurities, there's no way it'd hold up in an actual human transmutation. "Although I should still probably provide the bulk of it."

It's only right after all. It's Junmyeon's responsibility, Junmyeon's fault.

He reaches out to take Jongin's hand, already ready to head back over to the store's supply of lime, but Jongin manages to slip right out of his grasp and walk over to the display himself. Nineteen year old Jongin is a lot different from twelve year old Jongin, but at least that much hasn't changed.

"This looks good," Jongin comments, leaning over the display with his back facing Junmyeon. He's grown so tall, his shoulders so broad and muscled. Junmyeon wonders if Sehun would have grown up the same way, sprouting up like a particularly handsome sunflower. Always looking away from Junmyeon. "I think you should buy it."

And Junmyeon listens without even looking at the cost of the lime, eagerly pulling out his wallet and walking over to the clerk on his own. It's a small price to pay, comparatively.

Junmyeon's family owns an estate out in Resembool, one of the few properties to survive the town's bombing by Ishvalan terrorists in retribution for the civil war. That had been years ago, when Junmyeon had been a child and safely spirited away to Central for the time being. Despite the fact that his father had landed a solid position teaching at the capitol's top medical school and his much older brother had found himself a place in the Amestrian military academy, Junmyeon and his mother had returned to the family home once the conflict had ended.

That had been when he met Zitao, Jongin, and Sehun.

In spite of their age difference, Junmyeon thought of them as his friends. Maybe Zitao felt the same way, but Jongin and Sehun had always insisted on referring to him as their glorified babysitter. It wasn't too much of a stretch -- Junmyeon was the one to pick them all up from their houses in the morning and walk with them to the town's school-house, and a majority of his early adolescent years had been spent happily keeping an eye on them for their parents.

"Don't you ever get tired of this?" Jongin asked as he laid in the grass a healthy distance away from where Junmyeon was stretched out. Zitao and Sehun had been rolling around on the ground closer to the river and attempting to toss each other into the water, although Sehun's strategy seemed to involve more slumping on top of Zitao's body like a heavy rock than any actual force. "You're so old, and you're still hanging out with us kids."

"That's because I like you kids." Which was true. Junmyeon probably liked the three of them most out of all the people in his life.

And as he sat on one of Resembool's grassy banks, listening to Zitao and Sehun's playful yelps echo through the air and watching Jongin's hair ruffle in the summer breeze, he realized he'd do anything for them.

The year Junmyeon turns fifteen, Sehun collapses with very little warning in Junmyeon's house. So little warning that by the time Junmyeon finishes frantically telephoning his father in Central for medical advice -- because surely, surely, one of the top doctors in the country could easily fix this -- Sehun's been pronounced dead by the town's doctor for reasons Junmyeon still doesn't quite understand.

Everything about it is painfully short and frighteningly quick, passing through at whirlwind speeds before Junmyeon can even begin to understand anything.

By the end of the week, he's already watching Sehun's coffin close for the last time. Zitao is crying into his shoulder, his tears soaking through the brand new suit Junmyeon's mother had ordered just for the occasion. For the first time in a long while, Jongin is holding his hand of his own free will. It's smaller and less warm than Junmyeon had expected.

Junmyeon sleeps over at Jongin's in the weeks after, his own house haunted by all the memories of Sehun lounging around the house while petulantly asking for things, as well as the few times Junmyeon had refused him. Regret lingers in every corner, and every time he closes his eyes, he sees Sehun's face and finds himself wondering what he did wrong that day.

"You didn't do anything," Jongin says quietly each night, his voice steady and almost reassuring. He never reaches for Junmyeon's hand again though, and in the darkness of the room, Jongin's eyes accuse him instead.

He's right -- Junmyeon didn't do anything. He didn't do anything when Sehun had collapsed, when Sehun had laid there on the ground as his life slipped away.

"I'll figure something out," Junmyeon promises, more to himself than to Jongin or even Sehun. His fists tighten in the blankets, and he hears Jongin sigh before they drift off to sleep.


That's the solution, or looks to be it anyway. Junmyeon finds out about it when a young man clad in the same blue military uniform as his brother comes into the town, flashing a silver pocketwatch at anyone who asked.

"Alchemy can be used to fix anything," the soldier had said, sitting in Sehun's chair as Junmyeon's mother fetched him a glass of tea, "for a price."

Junmyeon knows all about prices, even if he's never had to worry about paying for them. Not everything has a price -- if Junmyeon could buy alchemic talent, he would have done so immediately instead of struggling with the simplest of transmutation circles and chemical break-downs for so long -- but there are a lot of things Junmyeon can buy. Rare and expensive alchemy texts and the time and patience of the best alchemists willing to tutor him.

"Fifteen's a little old to start learning," one of them notes, looking over his glasses at Junmyeon like he's trying to break him down to his bare elements, "and you're saying you've never even tried before?"

Junmyeon flushes in embarrassment, his hands clenched into tights fists underneath the desk.

"I have motivation now. Determination."

If nothing else, Junmyeon proves that much. Jongin, who takes to coming along to Junmyeon's lessons now that one playmate is six feet under and the other has thrown himself head-first into his family's automail business, takes to the lessons much more quickly, already advancing well past Junmyeon by the end of their first year, but Junmyeon keeps at it.

"It feels good," Jongin says as he presses his hands to a transmutation circle drawn in the dirt. Blue light flares from the circle, and from the ground arises a life-size puppy chiseled out of rock. It looks suspiciously like one of his own dogs. "Having something to do with my hands. No wonder Zitao decided to take up automail. It's nice not feeling useless."

"Idle hands," Junmyeon replies as he, too, draws the now familiar alchemic runes into the soft earth. He tries for a different transmutation and winds up with a rough, rock goblet filled with water drawn up from the soil. Not too shabby.

While Junmyeon doesn't improve by the leaps and bounds Jongin does, he progresses at a steady rate. By the end of his sixth year of study, he's certain that he's almost ready, and on the sixth anniversary of Sehun's death, he gathers Jongin and Zitao and lets them in on his plan.

"Didn't you tell me human transmutation is illegal?" Zitao asks, now staring at Junmyeon with suspicion. He's nineteen and towers over Junmyeon now, and his disapproval is intimidating. Jongin, who is almost as tall and grown, stares at him with the same intensity.

Junmyeon bites his lip. "But it's Sehun." He knows his voice is heavy with desperation, but for good reason. With each year he struggles with alchemy, more of his memories of Sehun fade with time. How long until he forgets the sound of his awkward laugh, or the way his eyes narrowed whenever he grinned? Junmyeon doesn't think he can afford to wait any longer.

"Fuck, hyung. Was that the whole reason behind this?"

Jongin looks almost disappointed in him. Junmyeon can't even look at him when he silently nods.

He hears Jongin tell Zitao to leave, something about how they had to talk about this alchemist-to-alchemist, and as the front door closes, he braces himself. He tries to tell himself that nothing Jongin says to him can shake his resolve now, not after years of working up to this point -- but Jongin's previous words echo in his ears, speaking of nothing and uselessness.

Jongin will always hold power over Junmyeon, the same way Sehun still does from beyond the grave.

"You think you already know everything you need?" Jongin asks from the door, and Junmyeon can hear him slowly walking back over.

Junmyeon nods again, for some reason too nervous to open his mouth. His throat feels so dry.

He hears Jongin sigh again, just like that night so many years ago, and even with his eyes closed he can see the shadow Jongin casts as he stands over him.

"I wish you'd told me when we started this," Jongin mutters, and Junmyeon looks up in shock, "You know I want him back just as much as you do." He almost reaches out for Junmyeon's hand again, but stops himself just in time. "Let's do this, hyung."

They set up their purchases in Junmyeon's basement.

His mother has long left the Resembool estate, beckoned back to Central's bright lights and socialite circles, and with his brother still in the military, the running of the estate falls on Junmyeon's weak shoulders. He's a lenient master though, and when he tells the few servants he keeps around that they have the week off, no one is surprised.

"No disturbances," he promises Jongin as he lets him in through the front door, "just you and me."

Jongin just brushes past him, complaining of the summer heat.

It's cooler in the basement, where they spend hours drawing out the transmutation circle the two of them had worked to develop. Junmyeon had done most of the planning, combining various other circles he'd come across in his studies until he felt he had developed the perfect one, while Jongin was in charge of making sure the actual construction of the circle on the basement's hardwood flooring was perfect. It's almost midnight by the time they finish, chalk dust all over their hands and their nerves racing.

"Remember what I told you," Junmyeon says as he wipes his hands on his pants, "don't put in too much energy. Let me handle it, I just need you to help me visualize Sehun and direct the transmutation."

Jongin is silent, and Junmyeon's almost certain he'll argue back. He's gotten more contrary over the years, although he has been following Junmyeon's lead for the past year.

"Are you sure this will work, hyung?" Jongin finally asks. His voice is so small.

Of course Junmyeon isn't absolutely sure this will work out. He's tried to calculate all possible rebounds and problems, but human transmutation is illegal for a reason and it's not like there's very much research available about it to anyone who isn't a State Alchemist.

But that doesn't mean he can't try.

"Not at all," he says honestly. "So this is your last chance to back out, Jongin."

A part of him hopes Jongin will take it, that Jongin will walk out of his house and take up a proper profession like Zitao has. Use that to cope with the death of his best friend, a wound that was never allowed to properly heal as long as Junmyeon kept promising hope he couldn't even guarantee.

But there's another part of Junmyeon that knows he can't do this alone. Jongin probably knows it too.

"I'm not a kid anymore, hyung," and Junmyeon knows that already. "I can handle this, too. Probably better than you can."

Junmyeon chuckles bitterly, because that's probably true.

Only it's not. As the room flares in dark purple light, both of their hands positioned firmly on the transmutation circle, Junmyeon realizes just how wrong the two of them were. He hears Jongin's scream amidst the crackling of the sparks in the room and realizes that neither of them were ready for this.

Junmyeon wakes up to a blinding white. There's no end in sight, and when he sits up, all he can see is a giant stone door hovering a few meters away from him with the impressive engraving of a tree of it.

So you're awake.

He turns around to find a white silhouette, whose outline is surrounded by an aura of black particles. It's seated quite casually on whatever counts as the floor for this place.

"Who are you? Where's Jongin?" he asks it, feeling dazed. His head hurts, and his memory up until that moment is a bit of a blur.

The silhouette shrugs its shoulders at him. I am what you call the world. Or perhaps the universe, or perhaps god, or perhaps truth, or perhaps all, or perhaps one. And I am also you. It doesn't make much sense, if anything it makes Junmyeon's head spin even more.

And then he hears the doors behind him creak open.

Welcome, you fool, who doesn't know his own place.

The last thing Junmyeon sees are those razor sharp teeth pulled back into a wicked smile as the tangle of shadowy limbs tear into his body and drag him through the door. The silhouette's lips move one last time before he finds himself in complete darkness, centuries of knowledge being shoved into his mind until he feels like his head is going to burst, but even as he fights to block out the pain, its last words echo mockingly in his ears.

Seven years of hard work, good job, Junmyeon.

Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: This one required SO MUCH EDITING omg orz. I honestly didn't know where I was going to end up when I wrote it, I literally started it just for the punchline. I just sat in the shower one night, thinking about an anime AU and who in Exo would pull human transmutation and I thought that the "
seven years of hard work gj suho" joke from EM over his fake-crying was a perfect fit. orz and then somehow backstory came up? But it didn't match my first section at first, hence the editing.

Anyway. So. If we go by the 2003 version of FMA, Suho would have lost a few limbs, Kai would have lost his body, and Sehun would have become Sloth, except maybe with power over wind rather than water? Anyway I'm not writing that far so... Ahem. Actually, Suho probably would have lost both legs at the kneecap and below, given his knee injuries irl. The important thing was that there was a difference between this and the actual FMA canon. They still grow up in Resembool together, but I wanted there to be a different feeling. Suho has the confidence and drive and desperation to try human transmutation, but he's so certain he's useless and interprets everything and everyone around him as accusing him of such.

I'm not sure what I wanted his feelings towards Sehun to be. Towards Tao, Kai, and Sehun, he probably felt like their protector when they were kids. And with how Sehun abruptly died, he felt like he failed them and that failure lingered with him. Suho always feels intimidated by Kai though, but I wanted there to be this slight... I wanted the feelings to come from Kai's side first. He's the one who feels uncomfortable initiating with Suho, the one tries to comfort Suho and get him to move on, the one who feels the heat first. But then when you look at the ambiguity of Suho's feelings about Sehun, that's one of the reasons Kai doesn't do anything. A dead boy still holds so much power of Suho, but what Kai doesn't realize is that he holds just as much if not more. 

As for Sehun's death... I didn't get to graphic. Not just because I wasn't sure how to have him die other than mysteriously, but because I'm more cautious about how I write death now ever since I found out how much Boss dislikes deathfics. For me, death is a fascinating subject, but I can see where it could be upsetting for others so I steered clear for the most part.

And poor Tao got the short end of the stick. He gets Winry's role, but without the romance. If this was longer, he would have been their support system, because he loves very much and very easily and that's what both Suho and Kai needed. The main reason he became the automail mechanic was because I liked the idea of all of those piercings on him and him working with metal, it's just unfortunate it took him out of that action.

As for the technical stuff. The measurements are lifted from FMA. I couldn't find a way to convert them to a preteen Korean male body :( Because that's the age they probably would have brought Sehun back as? Truth's dialogue also comes from the show's subs. Honestly, the whole story was supposed to be heavy-handed so that there would be a greater, comedic contrast to the "7 years" punchline, but it got too heavy? And I got too attached.

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Title: The Liondragon
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Tao-centric
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot, 1994 words
Summary: Cheating's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and always has been, and while Zitao isn't surprised by the fact that his headmaster is intent on discovering what the First Task actually entails, he is surprised at what he finds. Harry Potter!AU set during Book 4, Chapter 19.


Zitao looks up immediately from his assigned reading, surprised to see the headmaster standing at the entrance to his cabin. He immediately scrambles to stand at attention and can't help but feel relieved that he'd been too lazy to change into his sleeping robes early.

"Yes, Professor?"

The headmaster looks at him with an appraising eye, something he rarely does unless he happens to be visiting the school's dueling club while Zitao is up for a spar. Zitao's skin prickles under his dark gaze, but he stays as still as possible, as if he's been petrified.

"You're unusually good with lurking around dark corners and what-not, aren't you?" the headmaster asks, stroking at his goatee. "I'm always getting reports from the faculty about you."

Zitao flushes. To be considered shady at the same institution where one of the darkest wizards of the twentieth century was educated was nothing short of mortifying, but the headmaster simply shakes his head and reaches over for Zitao's shoulder. It's the first time he's ever touched Zitao. Probably the first time he's ever spoken to Zitao.

"Don't worry, son," and that's not really reassuring at all, "we all have our talents." Talent, Zitao thinks, is usually reserved for international golden boys and revered school idols who improve the standing of the school with their mere presence. Not for little Chinese purebloods like him whose parents just thought it was a good idea to ship him to the other side of the continent for schooling. "And such talents must be... utilized."

Not that the way his headmaster says it doesn't make his skin crawl, but it would be nice to be able to help out. Since the three -- no, four -- champions had been chosen, the rest of the student body that had been selected to come along to Hogwarts had simply been milling about looking for things to do in-between the assignments their professors back home had sent them off with. Zitao's been dying for some of the excitement the tournament had promised back in September when it had been announced during the opening feast.

"Would you mind doing a favor? In the name of Durmstrang."

It's not really a question, not when Zitao has years of schooling under his belt that have instilled a sense of duty and loyalty to his school. But still, he smiles, standing straighter than before.

"Yes, Professor Karkaroff," he repeats, all too eagerly.

And that's how Zitao ends up spending his evening lurking around the cabin of Hogwart's intimidatingly large groundskeeper. It's a blessing that Hogwarts isn't quite as cold as Durmstrang, because that just meant he could forgo his thick red school cloak in favor of standard black robes; but he can't help but miss the familiar weight on his shoulders.

He can't afford to get caught though.

He watches from the shadows as the groundskeeper strides over to the Beaubatons carriage, his grizzly hair as messy as ever even though Zitao can see that some effort had gone to sweetening his appearance. It's rather romantic to watch the groundskeeper get flustered around his equally tall lady-friend, the headmistress of Beauxbatons.

Zitao sighs wistfully. Maybe they're going for a romantic stroll around the lake under the moonlight. He should try that sometime.

She asks him something playfully as she latches onto his beefy arm, and it's like one of the magical operas his parents take him to back at home. He almost regrets missing the beginning of their giant romance, even if he has enough trouble deciphering what they're saying even without all of their accents coming into play.

Their steps are so large, Zitao has to dart after them to catch up, all while remaining in the shadows. But from a distance, their silhouettes look very pleasant and almost normal sized if he pretends they're further away than they really are.

But Professor Karkaroff's instructions ring in his ears: Do not let the groundskeeper out of your sight. The First Task almost always involves a magical beast. And so Zitao follows them diligently.

He's grateful they never venture into the forest, which is forbidden for reasons that had not been properly explained to him and his schoolmates, but only stick to walking along the perimeter. It's easier to hide amongst the trees and the couple's voices are so loud that they mask any stray noises Zitao makes.

But eventually, something else drowns out his noises and their voices -- a roar.

Zitao sticks to the forest, but pushes ahead past where the groundskeeper and the headmistress have stopped so he can take a closer look. It sounds like-- But it couldn't be--

He feels the heat before he actually sees them. The dragons.

The dragons are appear to be of the Western sort -- firebreathers with large wings rather than the benevolent rain-bringing, wingless species that decorate his trunk back on the Durmstrang ship. He recognizes half of them, the green one and the black one unknown to him. But one is native to Durmstrang's region, and a species often brought by to showcase to the upper-years as a special treat: the Swedish Short-Snout.

It's the last he's most interested in -- a Liondragon. One of the types that had been transplanted in China and flourished alongside its wingless cousins well enough to earn the name Chinese Fireball.

It's beautiful, with its red scales and its golden spikes and even those bat-like wings. Gorgeous.

Zitao wishes that he could get a little closer, maybe even close enough to catch a glimpse of the flaming pearl that is surely at the underside of it's chin. He's never seen one in person like this, outside of tapestries and moving murals in his family home. But unfortunately there are far too many wizards -- probably the dragon keepers, he thinks enviously -- out and about, shooting stunning spells at the dragons and pulling on their restraints. It's a shame really.

He watches as a lanky red-headed wizard walks over to the groundskeeper and they start conversing, gesturing now and then to the dragons who have already been stunned. Zitao's too far away to hear much, and anyway he's far too focused on observing their dragons.

As the other dragon keepers set down dragon eggs -- real dragon eggs, all of varying shapes and colors -- he has to hold back a moan of longing, only to hear the groundskeeper make a noise in his place.

The headmistress is walking closer to the dragons now, at a distance Zitao can't help but envy. But it's just his luck that the Liondragon, whose fire-breathing range is probably the shortest after centuries of cohabitation alongside water-bringers, is closest to the forest's edge due to being the least likely to start a fire.

Zitao watches as the dragon keepers move further from their posts, probably to heal any wounds inflicted by their monstrous charges, until there's only two keepers left at the enclosure around the Liondragon. As soon as they walk around to the other side, Zitao charges forwarding, knowing perfectly well that he'll be hidden behind the dragon's impressive bulk.

The distance of approximately thirty meters feels like nothing, passing by as quickly as if Zitao had been on his broom. His steps are quick and sure and he easily hides himself in the shadow cast by the Liondragon in the moonlight.

He breathes a quick sigh of relief. He can't believe it. He's actually next to a dragon.

If only he had his magical camera.

Zitao turns to face the dragon, taking in its dazed form. The scales are less red and more of a shiny scarlet up close and the golden spikes around its face gleam like the newest of Galleons. Underneath its regal chin is the flaming pearl he's only heard about in legends, and he's so close it feels like he could grasp it in both of his hands. The dragon is just so beautiful.

"Which one's this, yeh say?" he makes out the groundskeeper asking from the other side of the Liondragon, and he freezes in the safety of its shadow.

"Chinese Fireball," the red-headed keeper says, "this bloke's from the Canadian reservation actually. We couldn't get a nesting mother even though the Ministry asked, but apparently the fellow's as bloody protective of the young as any of the actual mothers. A real papa wolf."

"Doesn' the bloke have a name?"

Zitao hears the keeper chuckle. "Oh, he's got more than just a name. We can never keep it straight, really. Got four different papers from three different embassies with a whole mix of names and birthdays provided. Anyway, one of our guys insists on calling him Yifan, but the rest of us would probably mangle it and offend him. So we just stick with good old Kris."

"Kris the Chinese Fireball," the groundskeeper says happily, the sound of his hands clapping together in happiness echoing around the enclosure, "beau'iful name for a beau'iful boy."

Zitao turns to the Liondragon, whose golden eye is now half open and staring at him.

"Yifan, huh?" he whispers in Mandarin, the familiar tones slipping from his mouth easily in spite of the months he's gone without speaking a word of it. He rests his chin on his palm and his elbow on his knee, but maintains respectful eye-contact. "I think that's prettier."

The dragon grumbles at him, a deep gravelly noise that isn't very pleasant to the ears and sounds more like a drunken bear than anything. Or maybe a diseased toad? But he sounds pleased enough, although Zitao doesn't know whether that's due to hearing the language of his homeland or the use of his preferred name.

"Good luck though, and don't fry anyone," Zitao admonishes playfully, to which the dragon snorts. A mushroom cloud of smoke erupts from his nose and Zitao has to hold back his chuckle.

"I mean it," he says, "you'll have all of Durmstrang and Bulgaria on your scaly behind if you roast one of Krum's arms off for an afternoon snack."

He knows the Liondragon is still too stunned to do more than roll his golden eyes at him, but he still likes to think that Yifan understands.

"I should probably go now," Zitao whispers regretfully, finally noticing the increasing shadows coming towards the enclosement. "It was nice meeting you, Yifan." He bows, deep and low and formal as befitting for a regal creature like a dragon, and when he looks up he sees a single golden claw sluggishly pushing something over to him. The stunning spell must be wearing off.

After a few moments of struggling, Yifan finally seems finished with his task. In front of Zitao is a single scarlet scale the size of his head, that glimmers even in the shadow of the dragon's body. It must have been shed during the struggle against his keepers earlier, while Yifan was thrashing about.

"I can keep this?" he asks incrediously, reaching out to stroke it with tentative hands. It's so smooth. Dragon scales are rare, at least in their pure forms, and are rumored to be imbued with protective qualities. The red-headed keeper must have been right about Yifan's protectiveness, and Zitao feels a comforting warmth bubbling in his chest at the thought of being under such protection.

Yifan makes a tiny grunt before closing his eyes. Zitao doesn't have to be a dragon to understand him.

"Thank you, Dragon ge," he says respectfully. He picks up the scale and holds it close to his chest. "You take care too."

As he escapes the enclosure, making his way back to the lake and Durmstrang's ship with his present tucked underneath his robes, all Zitao can hear is the sound of Yifan's loud snoring echoing in his ears. Even when he bumps into Karkaroff halfway back, all he can breathe out when his headmaster asks what took him so long is a single word.


Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: First of all, this is not related to the other
HP!AU I've already written for the HG competition lol. In this one, Tao is older than Harry and is a sixth or seventh year at Durmstrang. He was eligible for putting his name into the Goblet of Fire, but unfortunately (fortunately?) Krum was chosen instead. I'm still not sure how I thought of this, I can't remember exactly, but I did like the idea of Tao meeting Kris, who became one of the dragons in the first challenge, and both of them taking a liking to each other as travelers far from home. I had to ret-con a few things, hence the explanations of how Kris doesn't match the nesting mother criteria and about the dragons back in China. A few things about the Chinese dragons, I grabbed from Wikipedia like the flaming pearl, but for the most part I stuck with canon. JKR used such Westernized dragons though... lol. As for the bowing thing, I know that it's not common to bow in China anymore, but I did read that it was traditional when dealing with an emperor and dragons were said to be the Jade Emperor's descendents, so I thought it was proper? lol yeah. And Kris giving Tao the scale was his way of saying "Take care" because he's a big softy at heart lol

This was fun to write. I had to fix up a lot of errors before reposting, but it was definitely worth it. \o/
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Title: The Suffering Slytherin
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Sehun-centric, Sehun/Tao
Genre: Gen, fluff
Rating: G
Length: Drabble series, 805 words
Summary: Episodes from Sehun's first year at Hogwarts. Harry Potter!Au set a few years before this.

Sehun/Chen - tough as cotton balls

"How has your first week in Slytherin been, Sehunnie?"

There's little warning before Sehun is smacked quite strongly on the back, and it's only through mere chance that he manages to avoid face-planting in his porridge. That would have been a disaster, Sehun figures, although he's not sure whether it'd be better or worse than getting caught in the crossfire of an inter-house hexing battle and as a result walking into the Sorting Ceremony with his hair charmed to change color every time his expression changed even slightly. He can't even breathe a sigh of relief now because then the pink shade he'd spent all morning getting used to would probably change again.

"My hair is still jinxed," he says blankly, already an expert in maintaining a straight face after a week of learning to control himself or risk further humiliation. He stares at Jongdae as accusingly as he can manage using only his eyes, but already he can feel his scalp starting to tingle.

Jongdae laughs, loud and bright as he plops down beside Sehun and starts filling his plate. "You can't let a harmless jinx like that ruin your first week, not if you're gonna survive in Slytherin for seven years," he tells Sehun through a mouthful of eggs. "So better toughen up. Besides, I think you're lucky Baekhyun and Chanyeol weren't having a bigger fight on the train, kid. The spells they used could have been worse."

Worse. Sehun can't even imagine how much worse things could be, and accidentally lets out a sigh.

"Merlin's saggy left--" he groans into his hands as Jongdae and half their table starts laughing at his fire-engine red hair.

Sehun/Tao - in the detail

How Sehun manages to wind up in remedial Charms lessons by the end of his first term is still something of a mystery to the rest of the Slytherin house.

"Are you sure you're pureblood? Shouldn't there be more magic running through your veins?" Jongdae had teased, and Sehun hadn't shown it because of that stupid hair color-changing charm that still hadn't worn off, but it honestly had hurt. But just a little.

So here he was, sitting in Flitwick's classroom after all other lessons have already concluded for the day and silently nursing his hurt feelings as he watched little cupcakes dance across his desk in a sorry attempt to cheer him up. Unlike the upperclassmen, Professor Flitwick had been sympathetic to the point of nausea and thought Sehun could use a distraction before leaving to fetch his new student tutor.

"Sorry I'm late! Quidditch practice was running late!"

When Sehun hears the high, light voice and catches a glimpse of yellow and black, he almost thinks he's been stuck with Kim Junmyeon, who'd given him an impromptu tour of the castle on his second day regardless of the fact that they were in different houses. But instead, the person who comes in is already a little bit taller and darker than tiny, pale Junmyeon, even if Sehun knows him to be younger.

It's the second year Hufflepuff beater. Huang Z-something-or-the-other.

"So Flitwick told me you were having trouble with charms?" he asks Sehun, smiling brightly as he grabs the seat in front of Sehun's and starts pulling out notes. "Something about how you half-ass the wand movements."

"He never said that."

His tutor laughs, that familiar high-pitched noise Sehun sometimes hears in the middle of a Quidditch match whenever he flies over the Slytherin side of the arena after sucessfully knocking a bludger someone's way. "You're right. He just implied it. Anyway, I'm Zitao."

"I know," Sehun lies, but not good enough because his hair shifts to lavendar and Zitao's not even bothering to hide how much it amuses him.

Other than that though, Zitao's not a bad tutor. He's eager to guide Sehun and correct the positioning of his wrist in a way that absolutely does not make Sehun feel like someone shot cheering charms right at his chest.

"Just swish and flick," Zitao tells him, his wrist moving gracefully, "really simple."

Sehun frowns, ignoring how his hair is now a moss green color and the way Zitao openly watches it change with a cat-like smile, and wiggles his wrist in a poor imitation. In response, the feather on his desk changes color until it's the same shade as his hair.

"Well, you're not lacking in potential," Zitao says kindly, edging closer into Sehun's personal space as he reaches for Sehun's hand again. His hand feels rougher compared to Sehun's smooth skin, the callouses from a term's worth of Quidditch practices already setting in. "Let's try that again."

Their lesson runs for an hour longer than either of them expected, but Sehun can't say he minds as he leaves the Charms classroom, feeling as light as the feather he's now capable of levitating.

Prompt: Taken from Exo prompt generators.
Author's Note: Written for Round 2 of the HG competition over at EM. The theme was Harry Potter, and it was a happy coincidence that I got two Sehun prompts in a row. Here, Sehun is a first year Slytherin, Tao is a second Hufflepuff, and Chen is a third year Slytherin (and actually in Harry's year, lol). It was only in retrospect that I realized that the second drabble was kind of similar to the EXO-Hogwarts!verse selu fic on Tumblr where Lu Han tutors Sehun in Charms, but it really was an accident? :( If I had the chance, I probably would have rewritten this and focused on a different subject then, like Herbology? That's something that requires just as much attention to detail as Charms, I suppose. What a pity.
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I'm finally done with the Round 1 post! orz omg, that was so tiring lol, but thankfully I made a lot less for Rounds 2 and 2.5 and I only wrote one thing for Round 3 so less work. Originally I was gonna try to do Wreck-It Ralph/Sugar Rush-esque racing characters for Round 3, and I even looked up concept art and fanart and started working on getting the style down and designing their go-karts, but in the end... I had work all week and couldn't get to it. What a disappointment. In the end, Xiumin ended up being eliminated, but I can't say I didn't try my best for him. :'3

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This is going to be a compilation of all the fanart/vocaroos/edits/etc. that I made for EM's Hunger Games competitions! Or just the first round actually, since I submitted way too much then lol I actually kinda ashamed of how bad I am, but I was working to earn points for Xiumin and in the end that's what matters! lol

ETA: idk what' the deal is with the cuts, I think it's hard to fix them with the vocaroo posts so this compilation's a little sloppy? But this is the best I can do, I'm just really that bad with technology lol orz ughhhh

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 Another long break from writing anything on EM lol although I guess it's because it's less of a fic meme these days, which makes me sad :( Nonetheless, I was happy to see that someone decided to run another one-sentence challenge! It's been about two months (18 parts!!) since one of these, I've missed them. I mean, Exo's even come back in the time it's taken meme to get back to these lol

Unfortunately, I was sleeping when it happened so I didn't post any of my fills onto meme even though I still tried them out because I was so terribly late u__u Anyway, I still feel iffy about my characterization, in addition to my writing, so it wasn't a huge loss? It's been so long since I wrote anything... I miss it.

ETA - 06/14: EM had another challenge lol I'm surprised it happened so quickly. And someone said we're doing another tomorrow?! Ah... lol

ETA - 06/16: I missed yesterday's, but it was a SHINeexo challenge anyway lol. Although I guess it would have been nice to write for my old fandom again. Honestly, I didn't miss the timing for today, I just didn't have the confidence to post it. Oh well. I have a final to by studying for anyway. I don't think I'm going to do particularly well, especially if I'm wasting my time on one-liners, but I just need to get a 67 to get a C in the class. Low-ballin' it lol, I'm just so burnt out.

ETA - 06/17: I also wrote three Xiulay today, but I posted that separately since it was a series of connected drabbles and they weren't one-liners anyway. Maybe that's why I had trouble getting the last one done today. But surprise! I managed to write about all twelve members at least once, I'm rather surprised. (On a more negative note, I'm pretty sure I failed my final. At least I can write my frustrations out.)

ETA - 06/20: The challenge was really an iTunes shuffle one today, but since my iTunes library's been... well it's not pretty and it hasn't been since 2010, lol. But given the state of things, I just went for the typical one-liners prompted by the generators. Only two today though because one of the prompts was bulimia, and even though I swore I'd stick to whatever prompts I'd get, I had to break that promise for that one. Smh.

ETA - 06/22: The challenge was girl!exo one-liners. It was interesting, and a little pornier than I was honestly planning? But not too much, I'm still a novice in the grand scheme of things. Anyway, today's fills were really supposed to be for yesterday's challenge, but I didn't finish until the day had already passed. 

ETA - 06/26: Honestly, these were the responses for 06/23, but I've been really slow bt-ing so I missed the challenge by a long-shot lol. Still managed to post one though, but it was on 06/24, which will have its own responses.

ETA - 06/27: These were meant to be for the 06/24 challenge. Obviously I missed it, but once again, I finished them anyway. Now I can focus on finding a birthday present for my friend lol. Oh, also of note, I broke 2k! What a surprise. Honestly, I probably broke it earlier if I included the xiulay, but I'm not so lol

06/13/13 responses:

Kris x D.O - Trivial Pursuit
It's stupid to think that a few stretches every morning will actually make him grow taller -- if that were really the case, he wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place -- but even harsh reality doesn't keep Kyungsoo from reaching for his toes and contorting his body each morning in ways only Jongin or Zitao are really capable of, and it doesn't keep him from dreaming of meeting Kris's lips one day without a bruised ego and three pairs of insoles.
Sehun / Tao - Disney princesses
"My hero," Sehun says, his voice neutral enough that Zitao can't make out his typical earnestness as he pulls Sehun by the wrist away from the mob of screaming fans -- but when Zitao finally turns to look at him, to tell him it wasn't a big deal or that he would have done it for any one of the others, the sheer tenderness in Sehun's smile and crinkled eyes stops in him in tracks and snatches the breath straight out of his chest.

(a/n: This is referring to the June 3rd trip to Changsha Airport where the place was so crowded and chaotic because of the fans that people were getting hurt. Apparently Tao went back to help Sehun, so there's a silver lining to every horror story I guess. Anyway, this is a loose interpretation of the prompt, but anons on EM had been referring to Sehun as Tao's chinaboo princess so a damsel in distress situation seemed right.)
Sehun / Tao - pre-debut vids 
"You accidentally recorded," Zitao informs him in stumbling Korean after they've been standing in the same intimately close poses for over a minute waiting for the flash to go off, but Sehun decides then and there to make the most of an awkward situation by slipping his free hand into Zitao's jeans as the cellphone camera's red light continues blinking at them.

(a/n: This is referring to this predebut picture. Sehun's hand placement is so questionable ;3 On a funny note, Taohun's been so popular lately, I'm a bit surprised.)
Kris / Kai - have we met before?
Yifan remembers how small and timid Jongin had seemed years before either of them expected to debut as he danced around the hallways of SM with graceful, light-footed steps that Yifan couldn't help but envy; but years later as they stand together on stage, he wonders where this new Jongin -- the one with a strut in his step, a sultry look in his eyes as his skin glistens from sweat under the stage lights -- came from, whether this Jongin had been there all along, hidden behind little Jongin's deep stares and shy smiles.

(a/n: Messing with the distinctions between the real person and the idol persona is always one of my favorite topics, but Boss told me that too many people rely on the stage names to make that distinction. I want to change from that, so I focused on the idea that Kai's idol persona is still a part of him, even if it's one that Kris doesn't recognize.)

06/14/13 responses:

Baekhyun / Lay - strip club
"Lighting is everything! The wrong angle could turn Lu Han into a gross old man instead of a fresh-faced rent boy no matter how well he's working that pole," Baekhyun insists as he fiddles with the dials on the control console, glancing over suspiciously as if he's not sure the club's new hire completely understands him; the sad thing is that Yixing knows all too well how right Baekhyun is because he's actually witnessed Lu Han in all of his hungover glory, dark circles and crow's feet exaggerated by poor morning lighting.

(a/n: Can be read as Layhan, but that doesn't necessarily mean it is lol. Also me poking fun at Lu Han's face just because I can \o/)

Chanyeol x Sehun - The Dreamer
Fourteen-year-old Oh Sehun is scrawny and little and stares at Chanyeol from a distance with these stupid, shy eye-smiles and his pink, wet tongue sticking out of his mouth in a way that makes Chanyeol wonder how much taller would Sehun have to grow before Chanyeol could get away with sucking on it without having to bend over quite so much.

(a/n: Simple enough, right? Chanyeol is dreaming of the day Sehun gets tall enough to kiss lol. Chanhun is actually one of my top OTPs at the moment, and more than anything I'd like a predebut fic about them because there are a few accounts of Chanyeol doting on Sehun or being weirdly possessive? lol anyway, Sehun joined SM when he was fourteen and Chanyeol joined when he was sixteen, but they were both brought in the same year. Fun facts lol)
Chen / Chen - keep your cool
Like everything else about joining SM, the news that Jongdae is going to debut comes too quickly -- he knows for a fact that some of the guys here have been training for years -- but as he stares into the mirror of the company bathroom he snuck into while his new manager wasn't looking, he takes a deep, calming breath and finds his reflection smiling back at him reassuringly.

(a/n: Set predebut when Chen was told he'd be a member of Exo. He doesn't strike me as the overly confident type when he's alone, for all of his snark and bravado, but as someone who will still carry through and wouldn't let himself get psyched out quite so easily :3 )
Sehun should really know better when Zitao holds open the door to the restaurant for her and offers nothing more than a mischievous smirk, but her breath still hitches sharply as Zitao's long fingers graze the bottom of her skirt, freshly manicured nails trailing along the sensitive skin of her upper thigh.

(a/n: The only one I actually posted on meme because I was late, once again lol. Rather than being from a prompt generator, it was a request for girl!Taohun. I wonder if I should have used girl names, but the only difference would have been probably Sehun to Seyeon tbqh.)

06/16/13 responses:
Kai / Xiumin - fortune-telling 
Lu Han is the one who comes up with the idea of using fortune ladders to allot roommate assignments during one of their overseas trips, but as Minseok follows the inked trails down, it's Jongin's name -- nice, quiet Jongin who sleeps like a log and doesn't wake up at ungodly hours of the night to start pillow fights or pinch his cheeks -- he finds at the other end of the line marked with his own name.
(a/n: This is a fortune ladder, although they're usually read vertically rather than horizontally. Each end of the other ladders would have been labeled with another member's name. Because you make it on your own, it's usually one-of-a-kinda and pretty random. It can be used for decision-making as well as fortunes.)
Kai / Xiumin - heroic deeds
Minseok pulls Jongin aside after one of their dance lessons because whatever the other trainees are planning for the top candidate for the position of SM's next golden boy is most likely going to be petty and immature; while the rest of them may be children, Minseok -- despite his tiny stature and his rather inconspicuous presence -- is a grown man and like hell is he going to let this happen under his watch.
(a/n: I wanted to write about Xiumin as the adult he is. It's something I feel like people tend to forget just because of his face. Once again, Kai is a passive presence :( 66th exo ship lol But yeah, here, Xiumin is less of a hero and more of a mature adult, but that's still something to be proud of :3)
Suho x Tao - dying will
"Another one from China," someone whispers into Junmyeon's ear, voice dripping with condescension as they watch one of the new guys introduce himself -- but rather than his dark eyes or heavy accent, Junmyeon notices the strong set of the kid's jaw and the overflowing confidence in the kid's stance and remembers a time when he used to be able to recognize those qualities in himself.

(a/n: Rather than going for the typical character death route, I decided to interpret "dying will" as more like "fading determination"? Suho has been training for years and he keeps seeing all of these new kids strutting in and Tao just happens to be the most recent. And he doesn't know when or how he lost that... spark that newer trainees like Tao walked in with.) 

06/17/13 responses: 

Chen / Luhan - gay vampires
It's a pity that Jongdae's pretty skin is fang-shatteringly difficult to pierce, and even moreso that his cold blood is stale compared to the fresh tang of actual human blood -- but he lets out these delicious little moans that have Lu Han nibbling his neck anyway, hungry in a way that won't destroy Jongdae like all of his other nightly treats. 
(a/n: They're both vampires. That's it.)
Chen / Luhan - volunteering
Lu Han gets picked for the dance-off of course -- the program is being recorded in Beijing and the MCs are obsessed with showing him off like some sort of hometown hero -- but it's both surprising yet, in retrospect, expected when Jongdae's arm shoots up like a rocket after the MCs ask for one of the others to go up against him, all too eager to soak in the limelight.
Suho x Kai - Raspberries
It's only after their youngest have been given their obligatory coming-of-age presents that Junmyeon whips out a bottle of expensive bokbunja that shines a deep ruby red under the living room lights, pouring each of them a glass with experienced fingers and watching them down it with excited giggles, all while pretending he doesn't notice the way the wine's rich red color stains Jongin's lips.
(a/n: Kyungsoo, Tao, Kai, and Sehun came of age this May. Bokbunja is Korean raspberry wine that's supposedly it's naturally sweet, but not too alcoholic so it seems like a good choice for celebrating the coming-of-age of the younger members. It may also improve libidos ohohoho.)

06/20/13 responses: 

Luhan / Sehun - wilted roses 
Lu Han constantly, loudly reminds everyone he doesn't like people on his bed, but that doesn't stop Sehun from sitting down on it anyway so he can pull the blankets up over Lu Han's sleeping body -- Lu Han may be the hyung, but as Sehun looks down at how the faded red dye of Lu Han's hair draws out the pallor of his skin, he figures that hyungs deserve just as much care as maknaes sometimes.
(a/n: Lu Han is the wilted rose -- he's pretty and currently red-headed, but even he will start looking and feeling like... tired and shit because of life and time. Inspired by someone on EM saying that their head-canon was that Sehun's a functional adult, probably in response to how everyone makes him out to be this immature brat.)
Kai x Tao - Four Humors
"My grandmother would make this for me when I was growing up. Good for the body," Zitao announces as he switches out Jongin's water bottle for a thermos of tea smelling strongly of peaches and ginger, and when Jongin looks up at him -- tired and sore from a long day of rehearsals -- Zitao mimes drinking it and smiles when Jongin obediently copies him with an endearingly grumpy expression.
(a/n: Rather than delving into the Four Temperments associated with the Four Humors, I decided to focus on the underlying principle of it all: balance. We usually only hear about the excesses or deficiencies, but if you were healthy, it meant the four bodily fluids were balanced, making that balance the underlying goal. This balance was maintained by diet and activity. Sanguine calls for sweets, melancholic calls for fruits, choleric calls for fluids, and phlegmatic calls for ginger.)

06/22/13 responses: 
Sehun x Xiumin - goodbye, my almost lover
Minseo is so tiny in Seyeon's arms as they hug each other good-bye that it's hard to remember that she's the unnie, although after EXO-M's plane to China takes off Seyeon can't imagine how she'd ever forget Minseo's quiet, strong, reassuring presence during the years they spent walking down the corridors of SM together, their hands mere centimeters apart but never quite touching.
(a/n: Xiumin and Sehun both joined SM in 2008, so they trained together for approximately four years. An interesting match with their age gap, and long enough for at least a sense of familiarity to build up.)
Baekhyun / Tao - commercial filming
Their first CF as twelve members is for some fizzy juice brand Baekhee finds too tangy to really enjoy, but then Zitao spills a can of it all over herself in-between takes and Baekhee spends the ten minutes the production staff gives them for clean-up with Zitao's sticky fingers in her mouth, savoring the sweet taste as she sucks each digit clean and Zitao dirties her free hand under Baekhee's mini-skirt, rubbing her thumb against Baekhee's clit and curling her fingers in Baekhee’s pussy until Baekhee comes all over her with a muffled moan.
(a/n: The Zitao I'm using here is 紫涛 rather than 子韜. I'm not sure if that's correct, but a friend told me that it was the prettier option and raised no objections. Google says it means 'purple wave' which is nice enough in my opinion. :3 I wanted to describe Tao's fingers but I couldn't do it, but at least I managed girl smut for the first time? Kinda.)
Baekhyun / Tao - karaoke room 
The best thing about all of their maknaes now being of drinking age is that when they celebrate their comeback, there's no excuse why everyone can't get ridiculously drunk at one of SM's high security noraebangs -- so drunk that all Baekhee has to do is sit back and enjoy the show, pretending that her panties aren't already soaking wet from watching Zitao alternate between obnoxiously grinding up against Chanmi and shamelessly making-out with Minseo.
(a/n: Inspired by EXO's appearance on Yoo Inna's radio show.)
D.O / Baekhyun - panic
"You didn't see anything," Baekhee sternly tells Kyungri, scooting away from Chanmi's drawer of padded bras and concealing the bottle of itching powder behind her back; she can't be sure Kyungri with her unfairly huge eyes noticed the latest shot fired in the cold war between Baekhee and Chanmi, but that doesn't stop the guilty flush in Baekhee's cheeks or the adrenaline pumping through her veins.
(a/n: Making fun of the sinking of baekyeol lol. Sadly, Kyungri is just a body with a name because I don't know how to characterize D.O for shit yet. Soon.)

06/25/13 responses: 

Lay / Kai - hold up
One night over a table of mouth-watering and distracting samgyeosal, the managers suggest that the group holds a 'friendly' vote for the top two dancers and, of course, Jongin and Yixing win by a landslide in spite of Jongdae's best efforts; however, that just means they're the ones forced to help demo the new choreography for Wolf the next morning, their death-grips on each other's wrists the only thing keeping them from toppling over on one side or another as they sway like a very pitiful tree and the others stare in muted horror.
(a/n: The joke is that Kai and Lay are holding each other up during the choreo. lol I don't know if they're partnered in the actual choreography, but I figured that if it's just practice then it wouldn't be a huge deal since temporary. Also, the managers were plotting this lol. Samgyeosal is grilled pork belly btw.)
Tao / Xiumin - stuck-up model
Physically, the newest Chinese trainee is a lot like Yifan in that he looks like the type of guy who'd be more suited for the catwalk -- tall as a skyscraper with his chin high and his shoulders straight -- but Minseok doesn't realize how right he is when, just like Yifan, the new guy's eyes meet his and he's greeted with a Cheshire Cat smile rather than the snub he'd been expecting. 
The fact that Zitao speaks informally to him doesn't bother Minseok as much as it would if it were anyone else because it's due more to Zitao's nonproficiency with the language than automatically assuming, like so many people, that Minseok was younger -- which is exactly why Minseok takes to correcting Zitao with a gentle, encouraging smile rather than a scolding over manners.
(a/n: Based off of two interviews, one in which Xiumin mentioned that one of his problems in life was people speaking informally to him because of his baby face and another one in which it was mentioned that Xiumin made sure to correct Tao's speech so that he was speaking formally rather than informally, which is normally seen as impolite.)
Luhan x Kai - Shell
The first year Lu Han trains at SM, he honestly sees neither hair nor hide of Jongin due to the impenetrable circle of veteran trainees flocking around the younger boy; unsurprisingly, it takes several months of dance classes together and the official announcement of the group line-up for Jongin to seek out Lu Han first, flinching a little when the door of the practice room slams too loudly behind him, but still approaching Lu Han with rather determined eyes for someone so obviously skittish.
(a/n: Kai coming out of his shell both literally and figuratively lol /rimshot)

06/27/13 responses: 

Baekhyun / Luhan - thief 
The two of them don't work together often if only because it feels like overkill on the off-chance that they are partnered up; between Baekhyun bending light around them like an invisibility cloak and Lu Han's ability to lift ridiculously valuable trinkets from their pretty, little pedestals without raising a finger, all the fun gets taken out of the very act of burglary and the whole thing starts to feel like an actual job rather than the petty dalliances of bored meta-humans.
Baekhyun / Luhan - it can't be removed like a tattoo 
"Does the pain ever go away?" Baekhyun asks despondently as they watch yet another media outlet speculate about SNSD's slow, messy disbandment due to conflicting interests between the girls and complaints against apparent company favoritism, and while Lu Han wishes he could answer that time heals all wounds, he still can't face his Mirotic-era poster of DBSK and not sigh over better times and his still-broken heart.

(a/n: Set in the future. Fans can get emotionally scarred for life because of disbandments, just saying u__u, This may or may not be based on reality lol)
D.O / Lay - ordinary
"That's pretty special, that you were already famous in China before all of this," Kyungsoo tells him while they're washing dishes together one night after Lu Han pulls out online clips of Yixing's child star days, but Yixing honestly doesn't feel special at all and hasn't felt so since the last time he performed on a stage for an audience screaming his name, rather than merely blending into a faceless crowd with nothing to show for years besides a heavy heart and his chest filled with longing as he watches others race towards the stars.
(a/n: Surprisingly, this is something meaningful despite the fact that these two are lowest tiered in my bias list lol. I think in general, Lay is very interesting and the years where he felt like he had nothing to show for the support he was still being given in-between his time as a child star and Exo's debut must have been... painful? Lack-luster? Ordinary lol /rimshot. I rag on him all the time for fun, but I can respect him a lot for holding onto his dreams for so long. Also inspired by this heehee.)


Total Word Count: 2020
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Title: Observations
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Tao-centric
Genre: General, Sci-fi
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 434 words
Summary: Everything in Zitao's life is constant... Everything?

Once during one of Zitao's lessons, he had read out the constant velocity of the Black Pearl from an electronic textbook in front of his whole class. It had been typed in tiny black pixels on an otherwise blank field of white almost as sterile as his bedroom walls and the ship's long, winding corridors, and the teacher's mechanical head had jerked at him once in both approval and dismissal as it continued on with the rest of the day's lesson in a smooth, synthesized voice.

Zitao had obediently sat down, and that had been the end of it.

Hurtling through space at hundreds of thousands of kilometers per second felt like something that should have been considered more thrilling than the rarely missed specks of dust that collected in the corners of the ship. Maybe it had been once upon a time, when Zitao's parents had first set foot on the Black Pearl with thousands of other passengers -- the survivors of a war that Zitao's electronic texts haven't covered yet no matter how far ahead he looks.

But there's no one else on the observation deck with him, not now anyway. Probably because there's nothing to observe that no one on the ship hasn't seen a thousand times before. Even Zitao is intimately familiar with the dark expanse of space just outside of the ship's windows, the little specks of twinkling lights in the distance that remain fixed in place as if someone had taken a white marker and merely dotted the glass. Sometimes he scratches at them with the blunt tip of his fingernail, but still they remain.

Constant like Zitao's short black hair.

Constant like Zitao's dull grey jumpsuit.

Constant like Zitao's empty white walls.

He breathes on the clean glass, disguising reality behind an uneven veil of faint white fog before pressing his fingertips against the window haphazardly. Peepholes into space stare back at him, a sky of his own making. It's pretty, Zitao thinks as he traces his own constellations.

It's while making thin paths with the tip of his fingernail that he notices them out of the corner of his eye: faint words that hadn't fogged over near the bottom of the observation window. The fog on the glass has already started to fade, making the characters harder to read, and so he takes a deep breath and blows again.

When the words reappear, thick black strokes against a fog of off-white, he reads them aloud as if they, too, were from one of his texts.

"Did those beautiful days I heard about really exist before?"

Cross-posted: Here.
Prompt: 30-minute challenge from EM: Spaceships.
Author's Note: I did the 30 minute challenge over at EM, but I didn't post over there because I have "coward" written all over me lol. But anyway, this actually took me 40 minutes instead because I took the time to google about the appearance of stars in a moving spaceship and to actually blow on the glass of my window to see how it would look. I don't think I will elaborate too much on what this all means, because it should actually be part of an
AU that I used to write about. BTW, spoilers if anyone clicks on that -- you'll know the direction I'm planning on going with this (if I bother to continue) if you read through the first entry in that tag lol. A return to this verse after three years... some things do come back full circle, I suppose.

Last notes I suppose: I'm not sure if I even came close to capturing Tao's personality in this. My main point was to show his discontent, and a bit of his... not dreaminess, but thoughtfulness? Since there aren't any beaches to walk on alone, instead he sits alone on the observation deck and makes his own night sky against the glass. And the words he reads come from MAMA. How fitting, in the grand scheme of things.

ETA: I cross-posted, but far enough back that no one should notice other than back-trackers and flat-viewers. I'm still a coward, but I've missed posting on meme.

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EM was having a one-sentence challenge using a random pairing/prompt generator :) It was fun. I only wrote two, but it felt nice to have something to post again. I guess I lucked out because I was given pairings that I've talked about with others before, even if they're not my top ships. Anyway, here's to the new year! :3

ETA - 01/08: EM had another challenge and I've decided to just put my new ones here :) 

01/05/13 responses:

Baekhyun / Tao - otome boyfriends

Baekhyun taps a combination of buttons and picks a chocolate cake out his inventory, watching as Zitao's heart meter rises and his pixelated cheeks turn a lovely shade of red that complements the dark circles the game developers had designed him with.

(a/n: I had no clue what otome boyfriends were, so I figured I could make them otome game boyfriends -- pretty much a dating sim boyfriend lol)

Kris / Lay - pepper spray

"Oh, sorry," Yixing says, looking far more apologetic than his flat tone implies as he watches Kris flush out his irritated eyeballs in the dorm's bathroom, "Lu Han told me it was silly string -- happy birthday by the way."

01/08/13 responses:

Chanyeol / Kai - fatal

Slowly backing away, Chanyeol can feel the tightness in his throat and the twitching of one eye as he watches Jongin advance towards him with both a dark expression and a frighteningly large rock in his hands -- maybe nailing him in the face with eleven snowballs in a row had been overkill.

(a/n: Based off of the series of photos in which sekaiyeol had a snowball fight and Kai picked up a huge rock.)

Lu Han / Baekhyun - the sweetest gift

"It's the first SMTown album I got all of SNSD to sign, so treat it well," Baekhyun rambles as Lu Han stares down in confusion at the blue reindeer and the 2007 WINTER SMTOWN on the album cover; it looks identical to the copy he had scavenged for back when he first came to Seoul, at least until he picks out five instantly recognizable autographs from all of the others and faintly hears Baekhyun say, "it was also the last one I got DBSK to sign before the split -- Merry Christmas, hyung."

(a/n: Only Love was SNSD's first time participating in an SMTown album and the last official time DB5K participated. The 2009 release, in addition to being a little pathetic, broke out right when the split started iirc, so there would have been few to no chances to get all five members to sign it.)

Baekhyun / Lu Han - torture

"Think that I'd remember those eyes, eyes, eyes," Lu Han croons to Tiffany as Baekhyun glares enviously through the glass of the practice room's door, making eye contact just as Tiffany places a hand on his shoulder like the choreographer instructed and smiling mischievously when Baekhyun's eyes narrow.

(a/n: Based off of Lu Han's participation in the TTS/Exo collaboration "DJ Got Us Falling in Love" and Baekhyun's fanboying over SNSD.)

Total word count so far: 275
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Title: Meticulosity
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Tao-centric, slight Kris/Tao
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot, 1000 words
Summary: Both Kris and Tao manage to care too much about things that shouldn't matter, but actually do.

When they had checked into the hotel that night, the beds had looked as soft and plush as any of the others Tao had become acquainted with. Big, fluffy pillows and soft, thick comforters -- he'd been all too eager to just bury himself in them and never emerge, regardless of their schedules. But when he flops down, arms spread in anticipation of sinking into the mattress, he finds himself disappointed.

Despite its deceptively cushiony appearance, his bed is surprisingly stiff. He feels a little like Goldilocks and tentatively wonders if he should test out Kris's.

Glancing at the closed bathroom door -- Kris had wasted no time in claiming it first, as if Tao would honestly challenge him for it -- Tao rolls over and stretches his leg across the space between their beds. Kicking the blankets aside, he bounces the heel of his foot down onto the surface once, twice, three times before deciding that a bed switch would be pointless.

"Duizhang," he calls out, careful to keep his voice low, "Duizhang, the beds suck."

Tao knows he shouldn't complain -- at least he's not stuck sleeping on a hardwood floor next to a flailing Chen again -- but that doesn't mean he has to like it. He kicks at Kris's bed as if it'll magically soften beneath the force of his blows, but no luck.

"Just go to sleep, Tao. Long day tomorrow."

Tao rolls his eyes, even if Kris isn't there to see him do it. "I'll sleep when you do."

There's a quiet scoff muffled by distance and a closed door, but no argument. Tao takes it as silent assent -- not quite as good as Kris's approval, but surely he's getting too old to be constantly seeking that.

The problem with waiting for Kris is that there's not much to do in their hotel room other than sleep. Tao doesn't dare raise his voice anymore, let alone practice his singing or language skills even if Kris is the least likely to tease him about it. There's no room for him to practice wushu or their new choreography either. He can already feel his eyelids drooping out of utter boredom.

Tao definitely doesn't want to sleep though, not before Kris does, not after what he just said.

"What are you doing in there anyway?" he asks after a few close calls. He reaches for his luggage and pulls out his laptop as he waits for Kris to answer. It takes just as long for his laptop to boot up.

"Getting ready for bed."

Tao frowns at the screen -- Kris's idea of getting ready for bed was far more elaborate than his own. There'd be no telling how long they'd be staying up tonight. "Just the three-step today?" he asks hopefully, trying to keep out any hints of childish petulance.

He looks up when he hears a click, just in time to see Kris poking his head out of the bathroom. His blond hair is tied up and his fingers are rubbing small, hypnotic circles into his skin. Tao's eyes linger seconds too long, but he can't help how Kris and his strict skincare routine fascinate him.

Kris takes a second to wiggle five foam-covered fingers at him, his eyebrows narrowed in concentration as he continues applying the product with his other hand. Tao stifles a impulsive groan and silently hopes that his leader is at least in the midst of using his toner -- and not just because it's the third step out of five. He knows from experience that it stings like a bitch, no matter how straight Kris's face stays.

With that, Kris returns to work. He doesn't bother shutting the door this time so Tao can see him hovering over the sink out of the corner of his eye, his profile as sharp and striking as ever as he splashes warm water on his face.

"Was that the toner?" Tao asks, turning back to his laptop. A slew of fantaken photos and videos from the group's latest outing have just been posted onto their Baidu Bar. He clicks on one in which his name is featured prominently, only to exit once an unflattering, unfiltered close-up of his pores load. Kris never has that problem he thinks glumly, clicking through other links.

"Exfoliant," Kris corrects. "It's important to scrub everything off."

Not everything needs to be scrubbed off in Tao's opinion, cleansed and toned and buffed until it shines like gold. There's no use telling that to Kris though, whose entire concept revolves around coming off as effortlessly flawless. There's a reason all of Kris's candids look like photoshoots and Tao's don't.

He continues searching through the site, his mouse hovering anxiously over certain links. Each click is a game of chance. The compliments may outweigh the insults tonight, but that doesn't keep the bitter sting of humiliation away every time he finds someone insulting his looks, his personality, his existence.

He doesn't even realize how long he keeps at it, not until a large hand closes his laptop for him. Obviously long enough for Kris to reach his last step: an overnight facial mask that whitens, tightens, cleanses. Creates an idol, an ideal.

"You shouldn't worry so much about what they say, Zitao."

Tao feels long fingers at the back of his neck, rubbing in those familiar, reassuring circles. He leans into the touch, tilting his head so he can look up at both of Kris's masks. Staring at Kris's mouth, he wonders whose words will come out -- the Kris he follows through airports or the one he first met back in Korea?

"You too, Duizhang."

Kris's lips barely twitch, a smile not worth ruining his mask. "That's different," he answers in his leader voice. So smooth, so sure, so authoritative. So wrong. But Tao can hear traces of Yifan in every pause, buried beneath sharp, shiny angles and fine details; he hopes Kris never manages to wear him away.

Prompt: Taken from seouldout's Round 6 Challenge Five/Final Challenge:
i give myself five days to forget you.
on the first day i rust.
on the second i wilt.
on the third day i sit with friends but i think about your tongue.
i clean my room on the fourth day. i clean my body on the fourth day.
i try to replace your scent on the fourth day.
the fifth day, i adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.
a wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold.
the midas of cheap metal.
tinsel in the middle of summer.
crevice glitter, two days after the party.
i glow the way unwanted things do,
a neon sign that reads;
come, i still taste like someone else’s mouth.

- Warsan Shire,

Author's Note: I will explain this story later, when it is not 2AM in the morning LOL. I was very liberal with the prompt though. Very, very liberal.

It is no longer 2AM so I will elaborate! Haha. Well, the truth is that I had a whole lot of trouble with this prompt for a whole lot of reasons. Firstly, the new word limit. Ughhh. Also, I'm sure it's pretty... noticeable by now, but I don't really write stories where people are actually together or have broken apart. I write implications, longing, hoping. Sometimes there's mutual interest, but I rarely write actual couples because I am horribly inexperienced in that area and I don't feel like I can handle anything more than a strong interest lol For a writer I'm not very imaginative.

So. Faced with a poem -- the fact that there was only one prompt rather than two to choose from was troublesome as well -- that was very straight-forward in its topic... really screwed me up. So I did my best to make my old English teacher proud and I analyzed the shit out of it, in hopes that I could take bits and pieces and assemble something relating to the theme without actually writing a straight-up romance/break-up.  Which is how I ended up with this.

What happens here is that Exo M books a hotel for the night and Tao and Kris room together as usual (or I think it's usual. They mentioned that roommate assignments get switched up when they stay in hotels). Kris does his infamous facial care regiment while Tao refuses to sleep and instead spends his time online looking at netizen comments. Kris tells him he shouldn't because Tao is easily upset by the negativity, and Tao thinks Kris should do the same. The question is how does this relate to a prompt about someone trying to forget their ex-lover and is intent on getting rid of all traces of them?

Ahem. So, I refocused the subject of the poem (the ex-lover) to mean the real Kris (Yifan, if you will) and basically internalized the shit out of everything. I like internal conflict and the dichotomy between who we are and who we're trying to be, if that isn't obvious. I should probably try to get new material. That dichotomy is pretty much played out long story short in the first few paragraphs about the beds -- they appear soft and perfect, but in reality they're stiff and uncomfortable and Tao cannot ignore that. Anyway. So what Tao is witnessing is Kris attempting to scrub away all traces of his old self, rather unsuccessfully, and polishing himself up. I got the idea for this part from reading lines 5-11, because it did remind me of the principles of a skin-care routine? An attempt at deconstruction followed by a superficial reconstruction. 

I guess a huge influence was the
Kris meta on KFA from almost three months ago? About Kris's awkward stage presence and how he seems to handle himself like a person who wasn't always considered good-looking and had to work on that? I tried to make it so any self-consciousness on his part was more subtle than Tao's and would only show up towards the end as Tao was making comparisons between the two of them. There's a reason why the title is "Meticulosity" which means "taking extreme care of about minute details" and the original title was "Careful, Careless". It comes from the line about how Tao considers Kris's concept to be "coming off as effortlessly flawless" which is a joke. Because they're idols, they're all about hard work and training and being coached in controlling how they're seen and then there are all of these fans who praise Kris for looking like a model in the most mundane places, as if that's his natural state and he can't help how good-looking he is. When I guess my head-canon is that he works super hard at keeping up appearances. This ties into lines 8-11 of the poem, where there's all of this bright, attention-grabbing imagery that reflects the person's desire to... grab attention after they've been abandoned (lines 1, 2, and 12).

Again. I tried not to let this completely influence my characterization of Kris, who from Tao's POV would come off as grown-up and mature and something to aspire to. I will continue more on Tao later, I swear. lol Kris doesn't actually show any insecurity in this story other than what Tao thinks he hears in the little pauses Kris takes. And the reader just has to take his word for it, that he thinks he's seeing bits and pieces of the Kris he met in Korea behind the mask of Duizhang and Exo-M's Kris. It could just be Tao's delusion, that he thinks Kris is having the same problems he is because he wants to identify with Kris so much, but honestly I wrote it so that Kris does have that little bit of doubt, just smothered under denial and his... adultness. Maturity! There we go.

As for the "whose words are coming out of Kris's mouth" part, that comes from the emphasis on mouths in the poem tbh lol. So instead of "I still taste like someone else's mouth" referring to the ex-lover, I had it refer to whether it's... Kris or Duizhang really answering Tao. Someone else. Yeah lol

Okay. Now for Tao. I wanted him to come off as only a little bit childish, but wanting to come off as mature.Tao does try very hard to act like an adult -- he wants to stay up until Kris, an actual adult in his eyes, goes to sleep; he knows he shouldn't complain and tries not to sound like a brat -- but in the end, he is still a teenager. Insecure and immature. I wrote him as still being freaked out about the whole "Crayon" recording incident and being affected so easily by the negativity online even when he's trying to be mature about it all and just. Yeah. And then there's that stroke of insight at the end, where he can recognize that even Kris, who he highly respects and looks up to and aspires to be, isn't perfect and isn't as mature and... confident (?) as he seems. idk. I hope I conveyed that.

As for any hints of Taoris. Honestly, I ship them. They were my first Exo ship. But I tried to write this where it could be taken as mere admiration, a platonic relationship between the two. I guess it was from reading so many complaints over at KFA about how Taoris is portrayed in fic and I just wanted to go for something mellow? Like, make it obvious that Tao admires Kris but not to make him completely controlled by that. I didn't get to work in any real banter, but I did want to level out their relationship a bit. idk if I succeeded though :(

Also, just for fun, my idea of the three-step routine was cleanser, toner, moisturizer while the five-step was cleanser, exfoliator, toner, moisturizer, and overnight facial mask. I don't really know if this is the proper order because all of the research I did actually contradicted each other at certain points, but ehhh. lol I tried at least to be legit! Also, the thing about the toner stinging is from personal experience ;__; I chose the exfoliator as the one step other than the mask to be described because it is the rougher scrub. Better at washing away unwanted things on your skin. Ahem.

Another long-ass A/N. Oi. /o\

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Title: Turbulence
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chen-centric, Chen/Xiumin
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot (vignette), 411 words
Summary: On the flight from Incheon International to LAX, Chen and Tao banter while Xiumin sleeps.

The estimated flight time is almost twelve hours. Minseok spends a majority of that time emulating their leader at his very best, curled up in his seat with one of the airplane's blankets draped over him. His beanie has long since fallen off due to a mix of tossing and turning and turbulence, so Jongdae holds tight to it for him. If his fingers cling a little too tightly to the fabric, it's only because it's one of Minseok's new favorites. He can't exactly go losing it.

Minseok shifts in his seat and nestles his head on Jongdae's shoulder.

"He looks comfortable," Tao whispers from Jongdae's other side in shoddy Korean, and even without looking, Jongdae can tell the younger boy has turned away from the window. There's nothing interesting to see out there anyway, just a load of blue whether he's looking above or below. They're still a few more hours before landing, before they even catch a glimpse of land. "And you do too."

"Of course, we're in first class," Jongdae answers back in Mandarin, keeping his eyes focused on the seams of Minseok's beanie and his mind on whether he's using the right inflections, "That not good enough for you?"

Tao makes a face at him, even managing to shove him with one of his bony elbows. "Not what I meant."

Jongdae knows what Tao means though, even with the language barrier. There's a reason why one of Jongdae's shoulders is awkwardly lowered, why he's half-draped over the armrest between him and Minseok, why he hasn't been able to focus on the in-flight movie even though it has one of the best OSTs he's ever heard.

"You're a brat," he laughs, "and your Korean is still bad. I was wrong -- Sehun's is better." His throat is hoarse from the rehearsals they had before they left, from their long, ongoing flight over the endless Pacific. He's too used to singing songs he doesn't understand; words he doesn't mean no longer affect him.

Tao rolls his eyes and turns back to the window, his pride obviously wounded. His shoulders are hunched and he presses his forehead against the glass, staring out at the endless blue. Jongdae wonders what else he sees.

"Loser," Tao mutters grumpily in Mandarin, almost too low for Jongdae to hear it.

He tightens his grip on Minseok's beanie, wishes that it was warm flesh underneath his fingers instead of just fabric. He hears liar instead.

Original Post: http://kficanon.dreamwidth.org/8600.html?thread=26675352#cmt26675352
Twenty minute challenge, pick from five a-softer-world prompts
Author's Note: I probably didn't use twenty minutes to be honest. I didn't pay much attention to the clock, lol. Anyway, this was the aftermath of watching the kcon livestream on KFA last night and sorta liveblogging there. My Exo feels were shooting through the roof and I had been wanting to write something about M being in California since I saw that Xiumin and Chen sat together on the bus lol

Anyway, this is basically just three members of Exo M during their flight from Incheon International to LAX -- I looked up the approximate flight time and everything. It should really be 11h 46 m, but I rounded up. The seat order is window - Tao - Chen - Xiumin - aisle which was based on how they came out of the plane. Older China-line is probably in another row of seats. Thinking about it now, idk what first class is like but it'd probably be just two seats in a row instead of three, right? OTL Whoops.

But anyway, it's Tao and Chen ragging on each other while practice Korean and Mandarin, respectively, while Xiumin sleeps away. I originally wanted to do something about the International Date Line, something like"

Jongdae presses his cheek down against the top of Minseok's hair, trying to ignore how it prickles against his skin. Minseok's mouth hangs open a little as he takes soft, even breaths. If only Jongdae's pounding heart would let him do the same.

But he wouldn't trade this; instead he wishes he had more time to savor it. They don't get much of this, whether it's back in China where all they have time for is practicing Mandarin with each other or back in Korea when there's ten other people vying for attention.

"Chenchen, we passed the International Date Line," Tao whispers, still staring out the window as if expecting to see that imaginary demarcation, "how many more hours do we get?"

Jongdae chuckles a bit bitterly, leaning even more on Minseok. The older boy makes a whining noise in his sleep, but presses back just as much.

"Definitely not enough."

Yeah. Didn't manage it though lol -- no time. Anyway, I simplified the dialogue as much as I could to emphasize that Tao's still not an expert in Korean and Chen's still having trouble with Mandarin. As for Chen's hoarse throat, that comes from him having missed so many of his notes and not being able to hold some of his glory notes during the actual concert :( And the turbulence in the title refers to Jongdae's feelings in addition to the whole "being on a plane" thing lol. He's being wishy-washy about his feelings anyway.

Not much else to add here, but maybe I'll continue this so that it spans the whole kcon trip? That'd be cool.

June 2017



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