#seriously cameras in your sinuses hurt like all hell

[hotarubi-e]

Red rain runs down between us

Request: College! Klance! Keith and lance are playing around and lance manages to break Keith's nose, blood, possible vomiting, and lance feeling real real bad

‘Lance! Lance, for christ sake let -!’

‘What was that, Keith? I didn’t hear you ~’

A brief, maddened muffle flowed from behind Lance’s fingers, which in turn covered Keith’s mouth, shutting out all sounds bar the few feather light reverberations bouncing in his chest. Lance’s laugh barked throughout the quad at the tiny indignant squawks trying their best to leave Keith’s lips, enjoying the way his eyes flashed hot with danger as they glared up at him.

He had Keith in a headlock. For the first time in their three year long wrestling match that they sometimes called a life, Lance was winning. And he had only had to play a little dirty.

After their morning classes, Lance had lured Keith to the quad under the false pretences of wanting to spend their free hour studying in the sun, before - and with a move that Lance would have dubbed nearing superhuman - diving on Keith’s back from above. Thanks to Lance’s tree-climbing aid, he had taken Keith to the ground in no time at all, and had since refrained from letting his boyfriend out of the full-body suppression he was using to keep Keith from his ‘rightful’ retaliation.

Keith, however, did not see this as fair. Nudging his tongue from between his lips, he licked it length ways across Lance’s palm, grinning in a form of affection-born sadism at the ear-splitting squeal jutting like a poker from Lance’s lungs. It worked like a dream - within moments, Keith’s face was free of all forms of finger-related restrictions, and he used the new-found freedom to bite down hard on the arm still being used to restrain his shoulders.

‘Keith! Fu-! Oh my god, oh my god stop with the TEETH!’

A laughter like bubbles rose from Keith’s mouth, distracting him momentarily from his mission - just long enough to shoot a glare so rich in ‘really?’ that Lance couldn’t help but realise the connotations of what he had just screamed across the quad.

A beat passed before the embarrassment threw Lance bodily into the most intense blush of his recent life, forcing him to sound a chocking noise more akin to a dying woodland animal than a human. Keith suppressed a snort - badly - before glancing up from where he was held to look around at the staring faces of those unfortunate enough to be within earshot.

‘Fancy letting me go now that you’ve suitably embarrassed yourself?’ he teased, winding his arm up at an uncomfortable angle to prod Lance pointedly in the ribs. Lance huffed in a combination of agitation and discomfort before tightening his hold on Keith’s person.

‘Not a chance, you asshole - that was your fault! And anyway, consider this payback!’ To emphasise his words, he lowered his stance closer to the ground, forcing Keith into a painfully tight crouch.

‘Ah-! Okay, okay, Lance - I give, I give!’ he yelled, bracing against the burn in his legs as his muscles fought the urge to crumble beneath him. Lance gave a snicker in response, feeling not even a shred of the sympathy Keith would have liked to see from the man he foolishly loved.

‘Nope. Not letting you go, Kogane - you asked for this, you devilishly handsome gremlin, you,’

‘You- you can’t force me into a position like this and then compliment me you goddamned quiznak!’

‘I don’t think you’re using that word correctly ~’

Keith finally failed to suppress his snort, and decided that drastic measures were called for. Angling his body just so, he hooked his foot behind Lance’s ankle and manoeuvred his weight, seeking to dislodge the centre of gravity Lance had seemingly settled into.

With a yelp of rushing adrenaline, Lance stumbled backwards, tumbling in his attempt to continue his upright existence, but with an overwhelming appearance of dread within his brain, he realised the futility of the action. And so it was with said realisation swimming in his brain, that he watched the sky fly from his periphery and into his primary line of sight as his back collided hard with the pavement conveniently situated behind him.

The wind rushed from his lungs in a particularly pained ‘oomph’ that left him gasping. For a moment his vision swirled, righting itself as rapidly as it had been unseated, and he shook his head free of the lingering faeries of light dancing in his sight.

‘Oh my God, Keith..’ he breathed, levering himself up from where he lay over Keith’s still prostrated body. ‘you’re a jackass, I hope you know that.. I could have died!’

But Keith’s witty and satirical response didn’t come. In fact, Lance could hear nothing from his better half other than a low keening breath that seemed to rumble from the very core of his being. Turning on his hip, Lance glanced over his shoulder to inspect his still-stationary boyfriend.

Keith was crumpled on the ground behind him, body bent double at the waist, head tucked neatly between his knees with arms raised to conspicuously cup his face.

‘Keith?’ Lance asked, voice slow and hand slower as it reached out to stroke nervously at Keith’s gently jittering back. But the sharp pull of Keith’s muscles beneath his hand had him jolting away in alarm. ‘Keith - baby, if you’re messing with me, I swear -‘

A tiny pitter patter of blood ran down from where Keith’s hands still cupped his face, landing like tiny raindrops on the asphalt they sat against, and that was all it took to catapult Lance’s heart into an overdrive that he was secretly sure would see it hurling from his chest in a matter of moments. Fear replaced adrenaline, and with a panic Lance had never known, his hands acted on impulse as they pulled Keith by the arms up and around until he faced him, eyes popping wide.

Keith’s face was a dazed mess of blood and bruises, forming fast and thick around the edges of his eyes, dark and daunting against the pale, sickly sheen coating his skin.

‘Fuck -! Shit, Keith! Oh my God, oh -! God, baby - I’m so sorry!’ his words were a garbled cascade, running rampant and free in lieu of all higher forms of thought. His brain had ceased to function, and with that evidently affecting his ability to reason, he reached out to pry Keith’s fingers away from his face, letting lose a full torrent of blood, red rain pouring down from where his hands had held it in place. The action seemed to end the stasis Keith’s own brain had succumbed to, and with a strangled shout, he pitched forwards as though in an effort to catch the fluids lost from his veins. Lance’s fingers fluttered around him, unsure of what to do.

‘L-Lance..’ Keith spoke, but not with a voice that Lance recognised. Usually melodic and clean, Keith’s voice had come out with a level of nasal congestion Lance had thought was reserved for movies alone. But the worst part was the bubbling follow-up as Keith breathed a sigh fuelled by pain that blew into the wall of blood falling past his lips. Tiny red spurts burst into the air, sickening Lance at the sight. ‘..m-my nose -‘

‘Babe - shit… I-I got you, okay? We’ll… we’ll get you to the hospital, alright? Just.. hold on,’

‘No! No, no, no, no, no!’ Keith’s protests had come as Lance’s hands attempted to remove him from his spot on the pavement, and Lance immediately let him go. ‘Don’t -! D-don’t move me, oh my God, don’t move me, i-it hurts..’

‘Keith, baby, we gotta move, okay? W-we gotta get you to a doctor. I think you’re nose it broken..’ he said, with a wave of guilt overwhelming as it was spurring, rushing through his system. He had hurt Keith. He had broken his nose and instigated the waterfall of blood still rushing from his face like some kind of macabre b-movie massacre scene.

‘No.. Lance - I don’t wanna move… don’t - oh.. God..’ his whine was punctuated with a gurgle of his gut, and before Lance could comprehend the course of events, Keith was once again pitching onto his side as his head flinched with a retch loud and ghastly. The blood leaking from his face was mixed disgustingly with a steady stream of stomach acid and regurgitated food as Keith’s stomach protested the pain firing like a flare in his skull.

All Lance could do was watch, well aware of the steadily growing crowd forming around them as onlookers vied for a prime position to view the scene. A strange hand fell hard onto Lance’s shoulder, startling him from his slump of self hatred and regret.

‘Hey - I’m calling an ambulance. Your buddy doesn’t look so good, and I think he could really use some help, okay?’ It was a boy Lance didn’t know, but in that moment he wished that he did. It took the pressure off of him somewhat, allowing a lull to form in the tumultuous pit of his stomach. It meant he could devote his attentions to Keith’s immediate care rather that worrying over any further needs - something he wasn’t entirely sure he was capable of doing in his current state of shock and self-reproach.

‘Baby, d’you hear that?’ Lance asked, turning back to Keith to rub soothing circles into his back as Keith coughed up the last of his stomach’s pitiful contents. ‘Someone’s calling an ambulance so you don’t have to move,’ but the last syllable of his sentence was morphed uncomfortably by a barely concealed sob of regret.

Keith’s heaving slowed to a steady thrum, and a small, unsteady nod acted as response. He clenched his eyes shut against the pain still bursting behind his eyelids, and fought back the urge to gag again - he knew his stomach was empty, but the agony was still white hot and vomit-inducing. He wanted to move away from the puddle of his own making, but not a single muscle in his body seemed to allow for any movement, and he whimpered. Seemingly sensing his distress, Lance’s hands carded their way around his shoulders, slowly manoeuvring him so that he was at the very least facing away from the mess. He sighed, lowering himself down into Lance’s side.

‘…I’m so sorry…’ Lance’s voice was a sob, sniffling and weak and oh-so-pitiful that despite the pain currently blinding him, Keith couldn’t fight down the protective streak it sparked within him.

‘Lance.. baby..’ he forced, spitting resignedly into his lap to rid his mouth of the blood. ‘this isn’t your fault.. don’t go blaming yourself, ‘kay?’

He got nothing but another sniff in reply. Huffing, Keith managed to lower one red-stained hand from his nose to stroke distractedly at Lance’s fingers, asking for access. Once it was granted, he entwined their hands, squeezing tight.

‘How ‘bout this then - if you blame yourself, I’m telling Shiro you punched me..’

A scoff, indignant as it was terrified flew from Lance’s lips. ‘You wouldn’t dare!’

Keith grinned through the pain, a comforting feeling welling in his breast alongside the decidedly worrying dizziness the blood-loss was only partly to blame for. ‘I totally would. Now - you gonna stop blaming yourself and comfort me instead?’

Lance was quiet for a moment before seeming to reach a decision. Sighing dramatically, he leaned in closer to Keith, eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of approaching medical staff - he caught sight of a few campus nurses pushing through the throng and breathed heavily in relief. ‘Fine. But only till you’re better, okay? Then I’m blaming myself all I want,’

‘We’ll see,’ Keith argued. But his determination was cut short by an automatic sniff, resulting in a rush of already coagulating blood jumping down his throat. He coughed, weak and painful. ‘Ugh.. gross..’

Lance leaned over to kiss his temple. ‘I’m still so sorry baby,’ he whispered, eyes closing tight against the now oppressive sunlight. But Keith’s fingers were still wound tight around his own, and he found a small salve in that fact, lightening the burden growing in his heart. Despite himself, he smiled as he felt rather than heard Keith’s tiny bubble of laughter.

‘Shut up, idiot. Just focus on hugging me so I stop thinking about the pain,’

‘Well, that could have gone a lot worse,’ Lance said, chipper as ever as he and Keith stepped through the door to their apartment. Keith, however, merely glowered in response.

‘They shoved a camera into my sinuses, Lance. A camera. Into my nose. It literally does not get worse than that,’ he hissed, glaring markedly at the irritatingly congested sound of his voice. Lance rubbed his arm comfortingly as he took Keith’s coat and dumped it across the back of the couch.

‘I know, baby, but you handled it so well. There weren’t even that many tears -‘ he ducked, avoiding the well-thrown pillow aimed at his skull.

‘There were no tears - got it? And I swear to fucking quiznak, if you tell Shiro I cried, I’m divorcing you,’ he hissed, regretting it immediately as another twinge of pain shot through his tender face. But the smile lighting up Lance’s was worth it - it was a smile void of guilt, full instead of the simple joy brought about by Keith’s choice of words.

‘Divorce? So.. does that mean we’re gonna get married first?’ Lance pressed, eyebrows wiggling devilishly.

‘You mean am I gonna marry the man that just smacked my face into a paving stone?’ Keith smiled softly as he held out his hands for Lance to take, their fingers dancing like waves against each other’s skin. ‘Hell yeah,’

[ayy-to-zee]

Touch

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Pairing: Haechan/ Lee Dong Hyuck X Reader

Genre: Fluff, super tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 1.9K +

Summary: 『 Touch seems to be just as essential as sunlight. 』- Diane Ackerman

『 I can’t even remember days without you or times I felt more comfortable alone... 』- NCT 127; TOUCH

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Lee Dong Hyuck certainly lived up to the name “Haechan.” It was a rather cute nickname that his CEO gave him the day he debuted as a part of NCT. Maybe it was part of because of his job as an idol, but to you, he “shone brightly” wherever he went.

That was what you’ve noted, seeing your boyfriend dance in his group’s Japanese debut music video. He definitely stood out to you more in this comeback, seeing him perform with such charisma and confidence. It disappointed you slightly that he didn’t have much of actual lines and mostly back-up vocals. You loved hearing his singing voice; it reminded you of the times he’d sing to himself when he busy cooking or traipsing around the grocery store aisles, looking around for condiments he thought you’d need for your rather bare pantry.

But, oh well, as long as Haechan is happy with his work and is giving his all in Japan at it, you’re happy, too.

You sighed, opening up your Messages app and tapping the first contact you’ve recently messaged:

📱📱[May 22, 2018, 23:45 PM]📱📱

You sent: heeellooooo my bootiful boyfriend ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

hyuckiepoo sent: aaaaaaaand the bootiful boyfriend arrives~

hyuckiepoo sent: and jfc

hyuckiepoo sent: yuta’s taught you to use the kaomoji app, huh? that’s so old-school

You sent: I know but they looked cute! So why not?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

hyuckiepoo sent: since you’re up at this time and texting me, you probably just watched the new jap mv even tho it was released 2 weeks ago. you didn’t mention it last time bc you didn’t watch it, right?

You sent: (´⊙ω⊙`)！

hyuckiepoo sent: you’re just that predictable, boo

You sent: (ง •̀_•́)ง Fight me if you dare, poo-

hyuckiepoo sent: calm thyself, boo. I get it, work was probably being an ass to you during that time, right? 乁( ◔ ౪◔)ㄏ

You sent: Now, you’re using it? (o`Ao)?

hyuckiepoo sent: It’s cute when I use it (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

You sent: Whatever you makes you sleep at night, hyuckie (∗´꒳`)

hyuckiepoo sent: Well? How was it? Did I charm you all over again? (๑‾̀◡‾́)

You sent: (u v u)

You sent: You looked real cute.

You sent: Like I wanted to pat your head during your center time.

hyuckiepoo sent: YAH. 

hyuckiepoo sent: YOU STILL STUCK IN TOUCH?

hyuckiepoo sent: THIS IS A SEXIER CONCEPT. EMPHASIS ON THE S E X Y.

hyuckiepoo sent: I DID NOT PRACTICE LOOKING AT THE CAMERA FOR A MONTH TO BE THOUGHT OF AS CUTE BY MY OWN GIRLFRIEND

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You laughed aloud in your bedroom, surprised at his quick response to your comment and the sudden lack of kaomojis. You started rolling over on your bed at the thought of him just practicing what his face must have looked like. He probably got advice from either Taeyong or Yuta.

Okay, you admitted, the first half of the time that he appeared, he looked really... really cool, but—

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You sent: BUT YOU LOOKED TINY WITH THAT BEAN POLE DANCING BEHIND YOU

You sent: DON’T PROVE ME OTHERWISE

hyuckiepoo sent: I CAN’T HELP THAT JOHNNY WAS PLACED BEHIND ME

hyuckiepoo sent: YOU-

hyuckiepoo sent: U W U

hyuckiepoo sent: Because I am a kind af boyfriend and am just that nice, I will not fly all the way back to Seoul to hit you

You sent: Yes, hyuckie poo, you are the best bf ever u v u

hyuckiepoo sent: But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, boo

You sent: O v O !!

hyuckiepoo sent: Love me tons when I come back, k? We’ll see if I forgive you then. I want 10x the cuddles.

You sent: Yes, yes, the love of my life, I will spoil you rotten ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

hyuckiepoo sent:  y o u b e t t e r (๑◕ㅂ▰)～♥

📱📱[-END CONVO-]📱📱

You smiled at the thought, him being back home. Your playful bickering together, your late night movie dates, your trips to the arcades and amusement parks, your day-long cuddling sessions, you waking up next to him the morning after a sleepover—

You stared at his contact photo in your messages before you looked to your other SNS accounts for pictures of him doing well in Japan. You chuckled bitterly as you scrolled down each feed. He really was a “full sun,” indeed, you thought, dropping your phone weakly onto the bed with a fan camera focused on him playing on the screen. 

Even though you sounded so close to each other, he felt so... unreachable.

Even though you two called yourselves a couple, the both of you were just so far apart from each other nowadays.

Yes, you guys were together for three months, but you barely spend any physical time together. Most of your time was spent online. Those dates where you actually got to be together you had happened only once in every blue moon just because your schedules just happened to give you both time off.

Even with all that, you had no reason to doubt his love for you even when the distance between you was so wide. You knew the trials that came with dating him. You had no reason to think he was being unloyal to you. He proved his love for you every single day and didn’t make you feel unhappy. 

So why did it still hurt you so much?

You felt the back of your eyes sting. You sniffed your nose and wiped your eyes immediately with your sweater sleeve. Nope. You were not going to cry about this again. Yes, it’s been nearly a month since you last saw each other but you knew what would happen if you agreed to date him. Three months ago, when you returned his confession, you figured this would eventually happen once you date someone so untouchable.

Your mind was brought back down to reality once you heard your ringtone blaring off from your phone. You wiped your eyes once again, picking up your phone and checking who was daring to call at nearly one in the morning.

📞📞“ hyuckiepoo is calling ”📞📞

What a fucking scare, you thought. It’s been quite a while since your last phone call with him. You sniffed again, clearing your sinuses to make sure your voice sounded at least normal enough and tapped the the green icon.

“Hyuck?”

“No, this is your social security service...” you rose a brow at the rather polite tone going off through the phone. “Yah! Of course it’s me, haha! Who else would be calling you?” You giggled at the sound of his voice. It’s been so long since you heard him laugh so heartily like that through the phone.

“Hm... Maybe Jeno? He said he’s going to call to check up on me since my boyfriend isn’t in Seoul to do that, anyway,” you mused, biting your bottom lip in expectation.

You heard him mock a scoff on the other side of the line. “‘Scuse me?!” you lightly snorted at his tone, disbelief laced into his voice. “Are you seriously talking to Jeno of all people behind my back?”

“W-Well...! What’s wrong with Jeno? He’s nice, isn’t he?” you asked, feigning innocence as you scooched over to grab the stuffed toy Dong Hyuck gave you on your first date on your drawer before you let your back rest comfortably on the pillows.

It wasn’t all untrue. Jeno did keep you some company but it was mostly limited to meme-sending and you asking if your boyfriend will ever return, which he is honestly tired of hearing because:

📱📱[May 21, 2018, 20:45 PM]📱📱

jeno my child sent: why don’t you ask him yourself?? you text him all the time smh;;; now lemme sleep early today. being an mc tomo = tons of work

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“Boo. News flash, if you don’t remember. He’s called Je-no fun for a reason,” you scoffed at his mockery. “But you could have called me during this week, I wanted to hear your voice even for a little bit...”

“Boy, he’s not that bad. His memes are practically golden, I guess,” you huffed, trying to play it away. You froze for a bit there at his statement, biting your lip nervously. Even if you did, you’d probably be too busy to answer my phone calls, anyway, said the anxiety and insecurity bubbling up in the back of your throat. You had so much excuses to give to make up for the fear of him getting tired of you eating you up during the past month.

“Fossilized gold, probably. I send you the best memes and you know it, boo,” Donghyuck huffed through the phone. “When did that guy ever send you anything that actually made you laugh? That’s right. Never, haha!”

“Sure you do, bub,” you said in rather light agreement as if to tease him just a bit more. You could already hear him tapping his foot in frustration on the bedroom floor of his hotel suite. The thought made you giggle a bit. You could imagine him walking around the entire dorm room just trying to look for reasons why you shouldn’t be talking to Jeno. 

After a few seconds of silence on the other side of the line, you expected him to start to talk about what the members did today, complain about his how tiring his performance was in the showcases they held, maybe ask you how you were doing at work, talk about what he saw in Japan that reminded him of you, or ask if you were sleeping enough at night. 

Instead you were caught off-guard by the next three words his voice emitted: “I miss you...” 

You didn’t know if you held your breath or not but that seriously took your breath away. “Hyuck...” you tried to speak in an attempt to try to play if off like you would usually do but he just interrupted you, beginning to voice himself out.

“Hear me out. It’s been a month by now since we last spent time together. I know I may have said that I’ve been okay in our texts. Well, I technically am but...” he continued, the cheery tone in his voice disappearing. You swore, it sounded like he wanted to cry.

“I couldn’t get my head off the thought of you... I keep trying to focus but I keep thinking back to the days when we would stay in each others arms all day... I want to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you... And when I think about you not being next to me, it hurts a lot...God, it’s cringy, what the hell, but I seriously can’t take it... I know our schedules suck like shit but I really really want to be with you so so bad... I want to see you...” 

All this time about you silently worrying about yourself being a burden and you failed to even see if your boyfriend felt the same. What a great partner you were, you bitterly thought to yourself. You bit your lip as it quivered, finding it hard to breathe as he continued to speak.

“Hey...?” As much as you wanted to quickly respond to him to assure that you were fine and not going to cry, you couldn’t. All this time of feeling so alone without him just pent up within you and finally let loose.

“Me, too, Dong Hyuck...” You  finally replied, your voice trembling with every second. “I miss you so so much...” you hiccuped, wiping your tears away. “It felt so lonely without you... I wanted to fly to you so bad but I didn’t want to get in your way... I didn’t want to feel like I was being a burden to you... I didn’t want you to get tired of me and not love me anymore...”

“Who said I’d stop loving you?”

Your eyes widened, hearing his voice simultaneously from different places, one from your phone and the other as if he was in the ... same room...

You whipped your head to see the very same Lee Dong Hyuck you fell in love with, roller bag handle in one hand, his phone in the other one. You remembered buying him the jacket and shirt he donned for his birthday. He pulled down the hood and pulled his black mask down, his eyes looking at you with such a loving gaze as he flashed you that grin that made you melt a thousand times over. 

“Surprise, I guess?” he said, shrugging his shoulders. A small laugh escaping his lips when he saw that you drop your phone on the bed. 

You immediately jumped off the bed, rushing over to pull him into your arms, feeling his warmth envelope you as he returned the favour with just as much fervor, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Gods, he couldn’t recall the last time he ever brought you into his arms like this. Did you always feel this soft and warm? He didn’t remember your hair getting longer either. Did you forget to trim your hair? Whatever, he didn’t care anymore.

“I missed you so much, Hyuck...” you murmured, your tears dampening that precious jacket you got him. Dong Hyuck could care less, anyway. You were here. Right beside him. That was all that mattered to him.

“... I missed me, too, haha,” you laughed softly against his chest, lightly hitting his shoulder before he pulled you away from him. “But I missed you more...” he breathes out, his voice shaky and desperate.

“I love you so so much, (Y/N)...” he whined softly, resting his forehead against your own before cupping his hands over your cheeks and leaning over to graciously plant kisses on your forehead, each of your cheeks, your nose, and each area at the side of your lips before pulling away to take a good look at your face, as if implanting the image of you into the very back of his head. Every crease, wrinkle and imperfection you had on you and were insecure about just made you seem so... so... you and Dong Hyuck wouldn’t have you any other way.

Being Haechan, the idol who “shone brightly” beyond your grasp, was definitely a huge part of his life. But you definitely cannot ignore the fact that behind the light shining brightly was the shadow of Lee Dong Hyuck, the witty, mischievous, brusque, yet soft-hearted man who declared he’d love you like there was no tomorrow.

Yes, your relationship was rather complicated and there was no telling if you both would last long. There will definitely come days where you’re forced to do nothing but watch him from afar and bask as he shines on stage like the star he was born to be.

All that mattered to you, though, were moments like these, where his touch was just as important as sunlight.

-END-

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A/N: Hello! This is my first time to post up or show any of my written works so comments/critiques/feedback of any sort is super helpful! >v<!!