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exo drabble dump i.
Kai vs Jongin [no pairing; pg]
The spotlight shines and Kai springs to life, biting his lip and throwing his jacket open to reveal a shoulder. The spotlight shines and Kai comes to life, etching that smirk he knows girls can’t resist on his features. The spotlight shines and Kai dances, and dances, and dances.
The spotlight dims and Jongin reemerges, replacing his signature lip bite with an innocent smile of a not-quite-19 year old. The spotlight dims and Jongin reverts to a respectful stance, covering up the previously exposed parts of his body. The spotlight dims and it’s Jongin again, just a boy thrust into fame, just a boy forced to grow up a little too quickly.
Heaven [Hunhan; pg; au]
You’re my only one way, you’re my only one babe.
Helping others cross the veil to ‘the other side’ is something Luhan is exceptionally good at. His wide eyes and innocent face are heaven-sent, much like Luhan himself. Luhan is an angel. He collects newly departed souls from the In-Between, a limbo between Heaven, Earth and Hell. The souls he coaxes toward him are the ones whose purity outweigh the sins they’d committed on earth. Sometimes the souls hesitate, other times they oblige almost immediately. The souls Luhan has to collect are usually of the latter kind, so easily lured by his innocent face.
It is a simple enough job. Luhan spends his - it can’t be called a lifetime, per se, but an existence - standing on one side of the veil separating Heaven and the In-Between, softly calling out his designated soul’s name, for he only collects them one at a time, trying to coax them to follow him into the paradise they had earned. Luhan exists happily within the confines and guidelines the Archangel Junmyeon has set for all angels. Luhan follows the rules meticulously, never bending or breaking them.
That is, until he comes across a lost soul with a lisp, one that is reluctant to follow him, one that looks instead at Tao, the fallen angel behind the veil leading to Hell. Luhan calls the soul’s name as gently and as warmly as possible - ‘Sehun,’ - and earns a smile from the soul.
That was the day Luhan broke one of the core laws of being an angel: never fall in love.
Heaven - my only one, the one who will protect me.
Gotten [Kaisoo; pg; au]
i’ve been saving these last words,
for one last miracle.
Jongin doesn’t trust anyone. Ever. Trust is for fools, he thinks, because little boys hold grudges. Because little boys very rarely forget hurtful things. Because as a little boy, he was kidnapped and almost killed by his own uncle. So Jongin builds walls around his heart, and for thirteen years, he hasn’t let anyone in. He’s still a little boy trapped in his own defenses.
Kyungsoo is comfort personified. Bright, wide eyes that put his emotions on display to complete strangers and loved ones alike. A heart that is much too large for his small frame. He cares about all the people in his life, even those that have just walked into it.
Kyungsoo knows Jongin needs help. And Kyungsoo wants to help. But Jongin just can’t let him, because the last time they spoke, Kyungsoo hugged Jongin and Jongin felt a slight, sharp tug in his heart. After that happened, Jongin tried his best to stay away from Kyungsoo.
Little boys don’t often understand love.
The faint line between reality and imagination. [Kaisoo; pg; au]
‘Kyungsoo, we’re going out for dinner.’ Luhan poked his head into Kyungsoo’s neat, sterile room, where the younger boy was busy staring blankly at the ceiling. ‘Okay,’ Kyungsoo said.
Luhan came closer, but didn’t sit on the bed with Kyungsoo. ‘Do you want to come with us? Everyone’s going,’ Luhan asked, gently. ‘No thank you,’ Kyungsoo answered, light and easy. ‘Okay. Will you be alright by yourself?’ Luhan asked, turning to leave.
‘But hyung, I’m not alone. Jongin’s here. He won’t leave. He never does.’ Kyungsoo sat up straight and smiled his most innocent smile at Luhan as the latter grimaced, nodded and reached for the door. ‘If you’re sure,’ Luhan said. ‘I’m sure. Jongin won’t leave. He loves me, and I love him too.’ Kyungsoo answered with the tone of a five year old, belief in every syllable.
The smile Kyungsoo was still giving Luhan as he left kind of tugged at his heart, and Luhan felt more than a thousand years’ pity for his friend who was in love with a figment of his own imagination.
Jongin doesn’t exist to anyone in the real world, but he does in every crevice of Kyungsoo’s.
[in]justice [Tao and Kris; pg-13; au]
'I am to be left here?’
‘Yes.’
‘How terrible.’
‘It is not I who is the murderer.’
Wu Fan fastened the last of the chains around his prisoner’s wrist, securing it with ease. He conducted a final check, making sure the prisoner was secure. And then he turned to leave the dungeon cell, and lock it up for the night.
‘You are no better than I, guard.’
His prisoner’s voice floated after him. Wu Fan came to a halt and turned to face his prisoner once more. Tao’s expression was not that of mirth, it was, instead, blank. Tao watched intently as Wu Fan’s white guard robes billowed behind him.
‘Forgive me if I do not take the insults of the murderer of five innocent people to heart.’
Wu Fan turned again. He was halfway through the door when Tao’s low, measured voice came floating - hauntingly - after him.
‘You murder people to show others that murdering is wrong.’
Wu Fan closed the door, sliding the lock into place. Wu Fan usually did not acknowledge his prisoners’ words, but let them speak. Usually his prisoners were on death row. And criminals were not allowed to speak at their executions.
‘You conduct injustices in the name of justice.’
Tao was to be executed the following morning. The last words he would ever say floated through the small opening in the cell door, straight into Wu Fan’s ears.
‘And you are paid handsomely for it.’
Tao’s words keep the young guard uncannily awake throughout the night.
—-
Tao was executed the following morning. He looked Wu Fan in the eye and his words from the previous night filled the guard’s mind as the life left Tao’s eyes.
—-
That very same evening, the royal guard was shocked by a scandal. Their best guard - unfazed by swords, enemies, blood and anguish - the ever reliable Wu Fan, is found face down in the castle courtyard, directly underneath the window of the tallest tower, body broken, dead.
Give Me Love [Hunhan; pg; au]
Every time Luhan looks into those eyes - that are four years younger - he knows Sehun’s too young to be involved with him. Sehun’s too young to be in a relationship with a doe-faced 22-year-old alcoholic whose erratic mood swings have made victims out of all his nearest and dearest. Sehun’s too young to be wrapped up in the mess that is Luhan.
Yet every time Sehun looks into those doe eyes - that are four years older - he forgets all the obstacles, he looks past them. Sehun’s not too young to know what he feels. Sehun’s not too young to be wrapped up in love.
The spotlight shines and Kai springs to life, biting his lip and throwing his jacket open to reveal a shoulder. The spotlight shines and Kai comes to life, etching that smirk he knows girls can’t resist on his features. The spotlight shines and Kai dances, and dances, and dances.
The spotlight dims and Jongin reemerges, replacing his signature lip bite with an innocent smile of a not-quite-19 year old. The spotlight dims and Jongin reverts to a respectful stance, covering up the previously exposed parts of his body. The spotlight dims and it’s Jongin again, just a boy thrust into fame, just a boy forced to grow up a little too quickly.
Heaven [Hunhan; pg; au]
You’re my only one way, you’re my only one babe.
Helping others cross the veil to ‘the other side’ is something Luhan is exceptionally good at. His wide eyes and innocent face are heaven-sent, much like Luhan himself. Luhan is an angel. He collects newly departed souls from the In-Between, a limbo between Heaven, Earth and Hell. The souls he coaxes toward him are the ones whose purity outweigh the sins they’d committed on earth. Sometimes the souls hesitate, other times they oblige almost immediately. The souls Luhan has to collect are usually of the latter kind, so easily lured by his innocent face.
It is a simple enough job. Luhan spends his - it can’t be called a lifetime, per se, but an existence - standing on one side of the veil separating Heaven and the In-Between, softly calling out his designated soul’s name, for he only collects them one at a time, trying to coax them to follow him into the paradise they had earned. Luhan exists happily within the confines and guidelines the Archangel Junmyeon has set for all angels. Luhan follows the rules meticulously, never bending or breaking them.
That is, until he comes across a lost soul with a lisp, one that is reluctant to follow him, one that looks instead at Tao, the fallen angel behind the veil leading to Hell. Luhan calls the soul’s name as gently and as warmly as possible - ‘Sehun,’ - and earns a smile from the soul.
That was the day Luhan broke one of the core laws of being an angel: never fall in love.
Heaven - my only one, the one who will protect me.
Gotten [Kaisoo; pg; au]
i’ve been saving these last words,
for one last miracle.
Jongin doesn’t trust anyone. Ever. Trust is for fools, he thinks, because little boys hold grudges. Because little boys very rarely forget hurtful things. Because as a little boy, he was kidnapped and almost killed by his own uncle. So Jongin builds walls around his heart, and for thirteen years, he hasn’t let anyone in. He’s still a little boy trapped in his own defenses.
Kyungsoo is comfort personified. Bright, wide eyes that put his emotions on display to complete strangers and loved ones alike. A heart that is much too large for his small frame. He cares about all the people in his life, even those that have just walked into it.
Kyungsoo knows Jongin needs help. And Kyungsoo wants to help. But Jongin just can’t let him, because the last time they spoke, Kyungsoo hugged Jongin and Jongin felt a slight, sharp tug in his heart. After that happened, Jongin tried his best to stay away from Kyungsoo.
Little boys don’t often understand love.
The faint line between reality and imagination. [Kaisoo; pg; au]
‘Kyungsoo, we’re going out for dinner.’ Luhan poked his head into Kyungsoo’s neat, sterile room, where the younger boy was busy staring blankly at the ceiling. ‘Okay,’ Kyungsoo said.
Luhan came closer, but didn’t sit on the bed with Kyungsoo. ‘Do you want to come with us? Everyone’s going,’ Luhan asked, gently. ‘No thank you,’ Kyungsoo answered, light and easy. ‘Okay. Will you be alright by yourself?’ Luhan asked, turning to leave.
‘But hyung, I’m not alone. Jongin’s here. He won’t leave. He never does.’ Kyungsoo sat up straight and smiled his most innocent smile at Luhan as the latter grimaced, nodded and reached for the door. ‘If you’re sure,’ Luhan said. ‘I’m sure. Jongin won’t leave. He loves me, and I love him too.’ Kyungsoo answered with the tone of a five year old, belief in every syllable.
The smile Kyungsoo was still giving Luhan as he left kind of tugged at his heart, and Luhan felt more than a thousand years’ pity for his friend who was in love with a figment of his own imagination.
Jongin doesn’t exist to anyone in the real world, but he does in every crevice of Kyungsoo’s.
[in]justice [Tao and Kris; pg-13; au]
'I am to be left here?’
‘Yes.’
‘How terrible.’
‘It is not I who is the murderer.’
Wu Fan fastened the last of the chains around his prisoner’s wrist, securing it with ease. He conducted a final check, making sure the prisoner was secure. And then he turned to leave the dungeon cell, and lock it up for the night.
‘You are no better than I, guard.’
His prisoner’s voice floated after him. Wu Fan came to a halt and turned to face his prisoner once more. Tao’s expression was not that of mirth, it was, instead, blank. Tao watched intently as Wu Fan’s white guard robes billowed behind him.
‘Forgive me if I do not take the insults of the murderer of five innocent people to heart.’
Wu Fan turned again. He was halfway through the door when Tao’s low, measured voice came floating - hauntingly - after him.
‘You murder people to show others that murdering is wrong.’
Wu Fan closed the door, sliding the lock into place. Wu Fan usually did not acknowledge his prisoners’ words, but let them speak. Usually his prisoners were on death row. And criminals were not allowed to speak at their executions.
‘You conduct injustices in the name of justice.’
Tao was to be executed the following morning. The last words he would ever say floated through the small opening in the cell door, straight into Wu Fan’s ears.
‘And you are paid handsomely for it.’
Tao’s words keep the young guard uncannily awake throughout the night.
—-
Tao was executed the following morning. He looked Wu Fan in the eye and his words from the previous night filled the guard’s mind as the life left Tao’s eyes.
—-
That very same evening, the royal guard was shocked by a scandal. Their best guard - unfazed by swords, enemies, blood and anguish - the ever reliable Wu Fan, is found face down in the castle courtyard, directly underneath the window of the tallest tower, body broken, dead.
Give Me Love [Hunhan; pg; au]
Every time Luhan looks into those eyes - that are four years younger - he knows Sehun’s too young to be involved with him. Sehun’s too young to be in a relationship with a doe-faced 22-year-old alcoholic whose erratic mood swings have made victims out of all his nearest and dearest. Sehun’s too young to be wrapped up in the mess that is Luhan.
Yet every time Sehun looks into those doe eyes - that are four years older - he forgets all the obstacles, he looks past them. Sehun’s not too young to know what he feels. Sehun’s not too young to be wrapped up in love.