Fandoms: NCT (Band)
14 Feb 2018
Just somewhere I can post drabbles, requests when I take them, and stories.
Fandoms: NCT (Band), EXO (Band)
06 Jan 2018
The scene unfolding across the street reminded him of someone who leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth, the urge to swallow has the Chinese boy clenching teeth. Despite having graduated five years prior, the tall male notes that he in a way saw himself in her. The past was not a place he wished to visit, he thinks, ignoring the small voice inside his head that says otherwise.
The thoughts are brushed aside and when he looked back up, the girl is alone with a prominent frown. She looked down in an obvious attempt to disguise the sad shape her lips have taken. In contrast to what she is feeling, the boy is evidently fine as he walked down the crowded street with his friend's arm wrapped around his shoulder. At this point, he stopped paying attention, in favor of standing up to board the bus.
Sicheng took a seat towards the back and plugged his earphones in order to listen to music, finally allowing himself to relax. This is good, he thinks to himself, for it allows proper time to think, to reminisce about a past that was not always kind to him.
Yuta and Sicheng have some sort of relationship, too romantic to be considered platonic, but not enough emotions involved to be considered as more. The system worked for a while, but Yuta's approaching rut causes cracks in the foundation, ultimately collapsing under the weight of unspoken words and unresolved tension.
The angsty wolf Au no one asked for.
They were seated in a circle, a bottle spinning in the middle.
Cheng Xiao smiled, clapping in glee when the bottle pointed at Sicheng. “Ah. looks like it chose you Winwin. Truth or dare?”
Several pairs of eyes looked him, chanting dare. He swallowed, nervous after witnessing Johnny streak down the street, Haechan daring him to do so. He could take the easy route and choose truth, but his friend wouldn’t let him off so easily. Not when his crush, Taeyong, was there.
“I dare you to wear my cheerleader uniform for the rest of the game.”
Oohs and aahs were heard throughout the room, along with Sicheng’s loud gasp, about to refuse the proposal, until Yuta butted in, stating it’d be funny. The shorter male nudged Taeyong on the shoulder. “Right, Taeyong?”
The other male laughed, shaking his head. “It would, but if Sicheng doesn’t feel comfortable doing it, he shouldn’t.”