Minkey|Kalevala: Blacksmith Ilmarinen, who out of loneliness crafts himself a loved one from gold and silver.
Within my heart a flame of desires
Provoked the power of my will
Forced into silvery shape
A golden queen for me
I made our bed under the stars
Covers a-plenty, bear skin hides
Stroked the arc of golden curves
Kissed the lips of silver
Han Geng swore to himself he wouldn’t be that bodyguard from The Bodyguard. He was man enough to keep things professional, keep business separate from pleasure. Yet all it took was one man to break him.
Bodyguard Gengmi for zhangnairong. Other AU edits here.
She sits in the very back stands because that’s all she’ll ever be able to do for him.
Sports/highschool admiration; IU/Minho for anon. Other au edits here.
Heechul kind of hates China. Except when Han Geng takes him with him.
Hanchul in China for for imagnae. Other au edits here.
.forever (for you).
The branches of a weeping willow gently stir the surface of the water, creating miniscule waves every time a breeze sways them. China is at war, but there could be nothing more peaceful than this moment, right here. Zhou Mi sits by the tree, gazing into the water as if that could grant him all his wishes and make his dreams come true. He can hear nothing but the humming of the crickets, a bird singing somewhere in the distance.
Then. Footsteps. Heavy boots.
Even though Zhou Mi doesn’t look up he knows who it is. He recognizes him long before he sees the approaching figure from the corner of his eye. Finally, the other man crouches down right next to him. “I knew I’d find you here.” Han Geng’s voice is a soft whisper in the wind, barely even audible.
Zhou Mi smiles. This is where they said goodbye. This is where they meet again. He has been waiting.
(Gengmi for me 8D, drabble originally here, other au edits here)
.summertime.
“You know, Minho, I dig that you wanted to volunteer for the summer camp, I do. You’ll be fantastic working with the children.” Although it might seem a compliment, the tone of Kibum’s voice is far from it. The discontent frown on his features even underlines the impression. Soon enough, he goes on. “But why on earth did you have to sign me up for it, too!?”
Minho grins, bouncing the soccer ball from the ground once, twice, before throwing it straight at Kibum. He catches it, even though he seems startled that he actually did. “You get to spend quality time with me,” Minho explains with a smooth shrug of his shoulders. He grins. “Besides, some exercise would do you good.”
Instantly, Kibum throws the ball at Minho as hard as he can. Not for the first time, the younger of the two is grateful for his long legs that carry him to safety, fast.
The sun shines, the sand gets into his shoes and the splashes of the water are accompanied by quite eloquent curses aimed at him from a distance. Minho laughs and thinks this is going to be an amazing summer.
(Minkey summer camp for me 8D, other au edits here)
.cold.
There aren’t many things in this world Kibum hates as much as being cold. He doesn’t know how his friends manage to drag him outside when it’s freezing there, snow covering every expanse of land for as far as he can see. Grumpily he stuffs his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket, kicking the snow as if to get back at it. It helps, a little.
“Come on!” His eyes snap up at the familiar voice calling him from a few paces away, his gaze instantly meeting another. Jonghyun is grinning at him, his eyes sparkling with such excitement one could think he just won the lottery. Involuntarily Kibum’s lips twitch a little but he fights to suppress the smile that tries to break free.
“I’m freezing my ass off here,” he growls, opting for a petulant pout as he approaches the other boy. Their friends are somewhere close but he doesn’t exactly care, he knows they’ll appear soon enough. “You’d better make it up to me.”
“How about hot chocolate later on?” Jonghyun grins and reaches for the other boy’s arm, tugging him forward. Kibum’s hand slips from his pocket and Jonghyun uses the given opportunity fast as lightning, lacing their fingers together. His hand is warm, oddly enough, and Kibum can feel himself melting, just a little.
He looks up again, startling as the other boy is surprisingly close, sharing the same breath. “My treat,” Jonghyun whispers. Kibum doesn’t fight the small smile anymore, opening his mouth to agree.
The exact same second a cold hand is stuffed up his shirt, a handful of snow against the bare skin of his back. He screeches as Jonghyun bolts, laughing.
(Jongkey for violentvoice, other au edits here)
.starlight.
“Do you think we can make it?” Zhou Mi asks, gazing somewhere beyond the bright neon lights of the city. The breeze is cold on the rooftop but he doesn’t even seem to notice, he just turns his head ever so slightly to offer his companion a soft smile.
Kyuhyun stuffs his hands into his pockets, flexing his fingers to warm them up. Or maybe to stop himself from touching Zhou Mi, right where his leather jacket is open and his shirt rides up his side. “Does it really matter?” He asks then, refusing to meet Zhou Mi’s eyes as he steps to the railing right next to him.
There is no answer. Zhou Mi just smiles a little wider and shifts closer until their shoulders bump together.
They dream of big stages, of flashing lights and cheering crowds, of fans and events and recording an actual album with real professional equipment. They dream of traveling to the furthest corners of the earth, of bridging gaps between nations and cultures with their music.
But when Kyuhyun pins Zhou Mi down on the hood of the black car in the parking lot, presses his hot mouth to his and kisses him breathless, he knows none of that really matters. The adrenaline is still pumping through his veins, the music they just played ringing in his ears. Zhou Mi’s quiet gasp wills him on and he finally, finally brushes his calloused fingertips over Zhou Mi’s skin.
Right then, right there, Kyuhyun feels that all he needs is music, music and the man he shares this all with.
