staygame | three (exo & nu'est/glam) ficlets

Fast and Thorough and Sharp as a Tack
EXO, Chen/fem!Kris, PG-13, 487 words.

Originally posted here for a prompt at

seoulfulness. Title from Cake's "Short Skirt/Long Jacket".

Kris is an asshole. It's an undeniable fact, one that Jongdae learned long before she'd first stuck her hand down his pants, but it's never been more apparent than as of late.

"How many times are you going to pretend to drop your pen?" Jongdae asks, staring down resolutely at the paper in his hands and not at Kris, bent over in front of him, a glimpse of her black panties visible.

"As many times as it takes for you to pay attention to me," Kris shrugs. She's standing up now so Jongdae risks a glance in her direction. She'd shed her blazer as soon as they entered the classroom and Jongdae can see the outline of her bra through her white oxford shirt. He averts his eyes.

He wouldn't even be here now, hiding his boner beneath a stack of papers about pricing for the upcoming prom, if it hadn't been for Baekhyun and Chanyeol, and Kyungsoo's inability to stop them from doing anything. They'd thought it would be a funny idea to nominate him for vice-president and then stuff the ballot box in his favor. Jongdae was sure they'd get caught, but, much to his chagrin, no one suspected a thing.

His first couple weeks as vice-president proceeded normally. They got out of class once a week to meet in an empty classroom. Theoretically, there was supposed to be a teacher that accompanied them, but during their third meeting, he'd looked them over and said, "You're good kids," never to be seen again.

And as soon as they were alone, Kris was on him like some kind of predator. ("A cougar," Chanyeol helpfully provided.) She'd run her fingertips across the bit of Jongdae's forearm exposed by his rolled up shirt sleeves, smiling at him. Her smile revealed all of her gums and should've been unattractive, but like all of the other harsh features of her face, her mouth was somehow sexy and alluring.

Two years younger and a full head shorter, Jongdae was powerless against Kris' womanly wiles. He could do nothing but toss his head back and moan when she finally wrapped her fingers around his dick.

But that was three weeks ago and Jongdae has a dance to plan, whether Kris wants to offer any help or not. However, Jongdae failed to consider the fact that Kris was the most persistent person he'd ever known outside of himself. She'd already tried the bend-and-snap five times and now, out of the corner of his eye, Jongdae can see her tonguing the cap of her pen.

Jongdae sets his papers down and sighs. "You have ten minutes."

Kris smirks around her pen before tossing it over her shoulder where it lands on the floor with a clatter. Before Jongdae can blink she's standing in front of him, slender fingers wrapping around the bottom of Jongdae's tie and pulling him in close. "I only need five."

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Grace Under Pressure
EXO, Suho/Tao, G, 370 words.

Originally posted here for a prompt at

seoulfulness. Title from an Elbow song of the same name.

Joonmyun finds Zitao in the stairwell off of the hotel hallway. He's got his legs pulled up to his chest, face tucked into his knees, and Joonmyun wants to turn around and pretend like he never saw him. He just wanted to go get some medicine for his headache from the lobby. The leader part of his brain is back in his hotel room, folded up and put away like the jeans he'll wear to the airport tomorrow. But then he hears Zitao sniffle quietly and Joonmyun sighs, letting the heavy door fall shut behind him.

"Are you okay?" he asks as he sinks down on the floor, ignoring the pain in his knees. "Do you want me to get Yifan?"

Zitao rolls his eyes. "I'm not a kid," he says, though with the petulant scowl he's wearing, Joonmyun thinks he looks like a child who's been fussed at.

Joonmyun has never been close with the Chinese members, but especially not Zitao, who's always been too busy clinging to his other hyungs to notice him. Yifan would be better at this. He'd wrap his long arms around Zitao's shoulders and Zitao would let him, would cry it out and then flash him a watery smile when he was finished. Or maybe Baekhyun, who wouldn't have to say anything profound as long as he pronounced it horribly because that's all it would take to make Zitao laugh.

Joonmyun's hand hovers above Zitao's elbow, not sure if he's allowed to touch him, or if Zitao will push him away like Jongin. He settles for a light pat, adding lamely, "It'll be okay." Zitao doesn't say anything else, so Joonmyun stands (his knees crack again; maybe he is getting old after all), preparing to walk away when a hand catches his ankle.

"Stay," Zitao says, voice small. Joonmyun sits down next to him and this time, Zitao inches over, until he's close enough to rest his head on Joonmyun's shoulder. When Joonmyun looks down at him, his eyes are closed, moisture clinging to his eyelashes. Jealousy wells up in Joonmyun's chest but he clamps it down, sighing into Zitao's hair. He'll cry on his own time. For now, he's a leader.

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Can Count the Ways On My Two Hands
NU'EST/GLAM, Baekho/Miso, G, 375 words

Originally posted here for a prompt at

seoulfulness. Title from Freelance Whales' "We Could Be Friends".

It started after one of their Music Bank performances. While Aaron and Minki take goofy selcas on their phones, Dongho is delegated by their manager to a quiet area where he can work on some overdue math homework. He's ready to give up and do something dumb like throw his notebook at the wall when a quiet voice pipes up, "You inverted the numbers."

Dongho recognizes the girl as a member of one of the rookie groups and a classmate at his school. Before he can ask her to explain further, she crouches down next to him. "Right there, see," she says, pointing at his paper. Dongho looks down at his error and then back up at the girl and the crescent moons of her eyes nearly take his breath away.

It turns out her name is Miso and she's the maknae of a group called GLAM. It also turns out that math is her speciality. "Bring your homework to Inkigayo," she says as she's being pulled away by her bandmates. "I'll help you with it."

Homework help becomes their thing. As soon as their groups finish performing, they find a secluded corner (first dodging the watchful eye of Miso's unnies) and pull out their textbooks. Dongho didn't think his grades would improve once he became an idol, but the desire to see Miso smile in approval when he gets a question right is motivation enough to work harder.

Guys always say that they prefer bare-faced girls. Sure, Miso is pretty when she's in her school uniform, short hair tucked back into a ponytail, but in those moments- eyeliner smudged, bangs plastered to her forehead, the streak of paint across her cheek cracking- Dongho thinks she's at her most beautiful.

Sometimes it's hard not to stare. As respectful as he tries to be, he's still a teenage boy with a crush on a pretty girl who happens to frequently lean into his space to correct his answer. She catches him one time, waving her pen in front of his face as she says in a sing-song voice, "You're staring."

Dongho turns the same shade of red as her hair and sputters a little bit, but she's smiling, so maybe she doesn't really mind.

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These were 30(ish) minute writing exercises! I normally spend weeks agonizing over even the smallest drabble so it was nice to write in a hurry, though I am not sure I succeeded in writing anything that wasn't pointless. Oh well, have a qt selca of Baekho and Miso to make up for it.