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Title: The Same Old Thing
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric, implied one-sided Lay/Sehun
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 1170 words
Summary: A day in the life of vampire carpenter Kim Junmyeon.

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then, what else is the Avatar for?

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

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

"Hyung! Hurry up already!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Supernatural sensitivity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chanyeol, could you..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Junmyeon hyung again?" Kyungsoo asks, frowning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, ow!"

"Ah, Baekhyun! Heal!"

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

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

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

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

Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Written for Round 1 of EIWAU. Despite being a bit weak, this is actually wittier than I realized. It's conceited to say that, but as I was trying to figure out a better title for it, I realized that I was kinda on to something in terms of wording and imagery. Honestly, this was written so long ago that I can't remember if it was intentional or not... Though I'm kinda finding that feeling more often as I read back on my old works lol. But basically, the escalation from Suho's feelings simmering to boiling and steaming... when he's basically acting as Demyx from Kingdom Hearts, who has power over water. It's not genius, but. It was nice to catch lol. Ebullition means "the act, process, or state of boiling up" btw lol. On another note, I wonder if I should've changed the sitar into something more traditionally Korean. Not a gayageum, but maybe a bipa? Haha.
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I am slowly catching up lol. So, in the summer of 2015, EM held the "Exo in Wonderland" event which was inspired by the Wonderland-esque imagery in Exo's recently released "Love Me Right". That MV was such a pretty eyeful, barring the weird football and locker scenes and the general lack of Suho, but I digress. Anyway. So someone decided to start the event up and I. Did not perform too well honestly u_u I started off as part of Team Suho (who was randomly assigned to Team Baekhyun-Lay-Suho a.k.a Team BLS a.k.a Team BALLS because we at EM have the maturity of children lol), but sadly, his faction was eliminated after Round 1 so I moved on to Team Xiumin (who was randomly assigned to Team D.O-Chanyeol-Xiumin a.k.a Team DCX a.k.a Team Dicks smh), who I have traditionally supported in previous events. It was a pity. I pumped out better stuff for Round 2 though, but it was all fic so I'll upload that in a bit. In the end, my teams did not do well, I am still :( about it, but it's been like a year or something since so what can you do lol

Title: White Rabbit Suho

Original Post: Here.
Notes: I managed to make this the first work submitted of the event, similar to how I tried to get in the first submissions for WCAU lol. It's basically just Suho as the White Rabbit from Disney's version of Alice in Wonderland.

Title: Portal into Wonderland

Original Post: Here.
Notes: I spent more time on this than I'm happy with, and it still wasn't particularly good. I really just wanted to play with optical illusions like the impossible triangle...which was kinda based off a discussion I had with an anon back before Exodus came out and Exo's new logo was revealed, about what the Exo logo would look like as a triangle lol. I chose colors that were typically associated with each member (Lay's fans use purple, Suho's water would stick him with blue, and Baekhyun's light would stick him with white) and the... strangest pics I could find of each one lol.

I also did a cupcake toop but I don't particularly care for it so I'm not bothering to list it lol

June 2017



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