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gold-gguk · 6 years

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pjm || drabble

prompt ↠ “Don’t you sleep anymore?” ↳ a smol mochii is overworking himself, so you come to the rescue

genre ↠ FLUFF, idolverse member ↠ park jimin warnings ↠ v soft jimin: may induce serious feelings of “hold-a-pillow-and-cry” word count ↠ 1.4k

moodboard by @jiminspjm || my love

You wipe the back of your hand across the hills of your eyelids, the weight of your knuckles attempting to rub away the sleep induced fuzz clouding them. Yawning lazily, you pull the soft pads of your feet along the dimly lit corridor, wrapping your arms over your middle to pull the oversized, well-worn denim jacket tighter around your frame in an effort to salvage what small amount of warmth remains. With lethargic steps and heavy limbs, you finally reach the entrance to the studio at the end of the vacant and dark hall, the stream of light filtering out of the crack in the door all the confirmation you need to know that Jimin is still inside.

Soft, lilting music, the now familiar tune to the boy’s newest release, meanders through the wood, getting a little louder and more distinct with each stride closer. You gingerly lean into the door, pushing the dense obstruction open wide enough to slip your head through and peek at the scene waiting for you inside.

Jimin is alone, oblivious to your intrusion as he throws all of his focus into the lithe, powerful, and languid movements of his body, his muscles coated in a thin sheen of sweat as they contract and expand under his pale skin. His muted blonde hair is tousled with exertion, the damp strands hard evidence of the hours he’s devoted to being holed up in this room today working.

You stand for a moment longer, leaning your head on the door frame as you quietly breathe in the sight of him. Even at almost 2 in the morning, sweat covered, and worked over, he still manages to embody all things good and sweet in this world. You watch the blush red of his plump pout in the reflection of the mirror, his plush lips hung slightly open in a pant. The plain, white t-shirt he’s fashioned in clings to his narrow and defined shoulders, sloping down into the dip of his spine with the weight of sweat. The joggers that sit loosely on his slim hips sag just enough for the bottom of his tummy to peek whenever his hands raise too high, causing a shy and sweet smile to curl the corner of your lips as you admire. He never ceases to set the butterflies free when you see him. Whether it’s been a month or an hour, his presence fills you with a sedated warmth the equivalent of home mixed with a lethal dose of pins-and-needles excitement.

Squeezing the prickly feeling from the tips of your fingers, you languidly swing the door open, traipsing inside with gentle steps until Jimin catches sight of you in the mirror’s reflection. His movements stutter at your appearance, his head whipping around to confirm your presence before a lazy smile spreads across the span of his cupid lips. Ceasing his practice, he stands straight, lifting a small remote from the floor nearby to decrease the full volume of the music to a delicate whisper in the background.

“What are you doing here so late?” he wonders, extending a hand in your direction to usher you over to him. You don’t hesitate, a tender grin that matches his own beginning to grow as you slide towards his panting stature, reveling in the tingles that spread throughout your palm as it’s encased in his. He gives a playful tug, pulling you into his sweaty embrace as he snakes his arms securely around the span of your shoulders, pressing his cheek into the waves of the sleepily disheveled hair that you hadn’t bothered taming before leaving the dorms to find your Jimin. A low and satiated moan rumbles through his throat as he breathes deeply, his overexerted body mollified by the ginger menstruations of your nails combing up and down his back.

“I was just going to ask you the same thing,” you hum in response, your sleep filled eyes on the edge of giving up as you lean your head against Jimin’s chest. The damp feeling of him underneath your touch is a familiar and welcome sensation, much preferred to the empty and cold bed you were in only a half hour before.

“We got some new choreography today, and I just wanted to get it right before coming home,” Jimin explains, stalling when you pull your face away from him and meet his eyes, an adorable and sleepy pout manifesting over your features that makes his heart thump excitedly.

“It’s almost 2 in the morning,” you blanch sulkily, a slight whine in your voice as you scan over his porcelain face, his eyes slightly squinting with hidden amusement as he looks at you.

“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t realize how late it was getting,” he mewls in apology, the perfectly unfair purse of his lips pecking away at your resolve. “I’ll be home soon, I promise. I only have a little bit more to go. Go back and get some sleep.”

It’s with great dismay that you feel his arms release their hold on you, only after a swift and sweet kiss to your forehead is left behind to burn. Jimin turns and begins to resume the disciplined and diligent expression of the choreography, moving with enough grace and ease to convince you that he’s had it right for a while now.

Huffing with indignation and perseverance, you stumble forward, your own arms finding purchase around the thin circumference of his mid-section, halting his movements once more as he stares into the reflection with humored confusion. “Don’t you sleep anymore?” you ask--whine--pressing your face into the dip between his shoulder blades, squeezing him ever tighter in your arms in hopes that your insistence comes across. He’s been in the studio after hours a lot more than usual lately, and his lack of body heat at night has left you wanting and upset.

Jimin’s beautifully child-like chuckle echoes softly around the room, the sound of it settling a degree of your annoyance. “I’ve scheduled a nap a week from next Tuesday,” he teases, smiling fondly at the peeking of your frame behind him.

“You’re warm,” you venture, your sleep-deprivation tugging your subconscious thoughts into the open.

“I’m sweaty,” he corrects through the remnants of his sweet laughter.

“Same difference.” You adjust your stance so you can place a chaste and lingering kiss to the back of Jimin’s neck, an innocent prodding. “The bed is cold without you in it,” you whisper sadly, your lips curling down behind the cover of Jimin’s back.

Something in the serenely endearing way you speak those words tugs Jimin’s heart, his fond grin giving way to something more sympathetic as the weight of your current state, streets away from where you should be sleeping, settles in. He gazes longly at the mirror of your bodies stuck together, soaking in the feeling of the small prods of your fingers at his stomach, the tickle of your hair at the nape of his neck, and the way he can feel your petaled lips carefully massaging across the plane of his shoulders. Your safe touch has him melting in your arms, the tiny whine of your voice sending him careening into your hands.

He suddenly shifts in your embrace, surprising you as he turns and coils his arms around you once again. He stares down at you affectionately, only half aware of the way his lips twitch with doting as he stares. Slowly and deliberately, your body hyper aware of every move, Jimin’s hand falls away from where it had been wrapped around your waist, trailing up to rest warmly around the curve of your sleepily puffed cheek. You steady yourself as Jimin leans down and carefully situates his soft pout against yours, sending vibrations through the entirety of your limbs as he leisurely pushes and pulls. The kiss is coated in an innocence, a delicate desire to be intimate in the smallest of ways, and it’s pure bliss, the protective and steady hold on you making your knees go weak as you feel Jimin smile against your lips.

He pulls away all too soon, but you’re too weary to protest, your body falling victim to the early hours quicker and quicker as you lean limply into Jimin’s chest. He reaches up to lovingly stroke the messy strands of hair away from your forehead as he leans down to finally whisper, “Let’s go home, Jagiya.”

“Really?” you beam like a child, wide and hopeful eyes amusing your boyfriend’s gaze.

“Yes, really,” he responds, laughing as he quickly kisses your nose before you have time to flinch away. “And tomorrow, I’ll come home right after practice. I promise. I don’t want my baby getting cold without me.”

You don’t even try to hide the lazily giddy smile that spreads in victory across your mouth, your eyes wavering with the weight of ensuing sleep. “Let’s go home.”

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Don't Stand So Close to Me Chapter 5 (Biadore)- Splatt

Hi people! Been a while, huh? I got distracted by other fics…. Well, here you go! I hope you like it. I’ll have another update tomorrow and the next day to make up for the three months without an update. Love you all! Let me know what you think.

Roy turned on the doc cam and switched the input on his computer. “Okay, I’m going to walk you through an example.” He brought his left hand up into the camera to adjust the paper.

The class started murmuring loudly to each other.

“What? What did I do?” Roy asked, raising a brow.

The talking died down slightly, and one girl in the third row spoke up. “Is that your soul mark?”

Roy glanced backwards at the big screen behind him and turned his wrist out. “Yes. We all have them. Can we get back on topic?”

“Is that lipstick on it?” One of the boys in the back of the room shouted.

Roy flushed and snatched his hand out of view, rubbing at the bright pink that he hoped no one would notice matched the color on Danny’s lips today. “What is this, twenty questions?”

Danny covered his mouth with his hand and muttered a curse.

“Have you met your soulmate? I thought you were gay?” The first girl asked again.

Roy sighed. “Gay people have soulmates too, and men can wear lipstick, you know. We’ve been through the whole drag queen thing. Let’s get back on track, people. You have a test in a few days, and it’s not my fault if you distract yourselves and fail.”

Everyone turned to Danny, who sat avoiding eye contact with everyone and covering his face.

“What’s his name?” another person asked.

“Look, we’re in the middle of a lecture, and if we don’t get to a section you’re still responsible for it on the exam.” Roy went back to writing out a reaction.

“Hey Danny, what’s that lipstick color you’re wearing?” Someone yelled across the room.

Danny froze and shot a panicked look at his professor, who kept his face schooled into a bored expression. Danny reluctantly moved his hands away from his mouth. “It’s called… uhm… candy yum yum.”

A few gasps and chuckles were heard around the room ad people caught on.

“Can we please stop talking about makeup and get back to the lecture?” Roy groaned.

Everyone ignored him. “Danny, what’s your mark?”

He pulled the sleeve of his jacket down farther to make sure it was completely covered and avoided the question.

“So you two are soulmates?”

Roy sighed. “I am so going to get fired.” He sighed.

“Fuck!” Danny exclaimed. “Can’t you all just shut the fuck up and stop asking questions?” He glared at the people around him. “I think I liked it better when no one talked to me.”

“You’re not making things any better.” Roy rolled his eyes at his lover before addressing the class again. “Okay, none of you are going to let me get back to the lecture, and this will probably be my last class before they fire me, so go ahead. Our subject for the rest of the class is soul bonds.”

Everyone excitedly talked for a few seconds before someone in the back yelled out “How long have you two known you’re soulmates?”

Roy sent a sympathetic look at Danny before answering. “Not long. A month, maybe.”

“Can we see both of your marks?”

“You’ve already seen mine. His is exactly the same. That’s how soul marks work.” He said dryly.

In his seat, Danny shrugged off his jacket and took his bracelets off of his left wrist to show the people around him.

“What does it feel like?”

Roy chuckled. “I think it’s different for both of us. I don’t think the bond manifests the same way in each person. From what he’s told me, the basics of what we both feel is that when we’re in a room together, it feels like a physical pull. Like we just always need to be closer. Right? Is that pretty accurate?” He asked.

Danny nodded in agreement. “It gets kind of painful sometimes, like, we’re not even ten feet away from each other right now, and I can feel the pulling towards him, and it hurts to not be next to him. The only time it really goes away is when we’re touching, and then it feels like it explodes and everything is right.”

“Where it differs is that he says that anytime there’s some sort of skin-on-skin contact, there’s a tingling sensation wherever we’re touching. For me, it’s more of an inner feeling of being whole or peaceful, and I didn’t realize before we met that I felt somehow incomplete, but now I can feel it whenever he’s not there. He says it gets worse when I say his name.”

Danny grinned. “Aww, look at you getting all sappy! That’s so cute.”

Roy waved him off. “It’s for science, Daniel. You have to be thorough when reporting your findings.”

“So you can feel that right now? The pulling?”

Roy nodded. “Constantly.” He glanced over at Danny again to see that the younger man had a yearning look on his face as if just talking about the two of them touching was physically too much for him. “Don’t you give me that look! You look like a fucking kicked puppy. I can’t deal with that right now.” Roy chastised his lover.

The girls around Danny all “aww”ed when his face fell and his eyes got even more sad. Roy tried to look away, but couldn’t snap out of it until someone else asked a question.

“Is the first kiss really as powerful as everyone says?”

Roy smiled sincerely at the way Danny perked up at the mention of kissing.

“It’s so much more.” Roy nodded.

“And it’s not just the first. It always feels like that.” Danny put in. “It’s just so different the first time that it kind of feels like… right. It feels right.”

“Not so much fireworks as feeling whole, and like someone found a way to heat up your blood in your veins and start your nerves firing double time. It’s really fascinating.”

The class “aww”ed at the tender words.

Danny smirked. “Plus, the sex is great.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Shut the fuck up, queen!” Roy rolled his eyes. “Do you just not have a filter at all?”

“No.” Danny shook his head. “No I do not.”

Roy sighed. “Okay, ignore him. Do you have anymore questions?”

“How did you figure it out? That you’re soulmates?”

Roy frowned. “That’s… Danny?” He looked to the boy for permission.

He hung his head embarrassedly and traced his mark with one finger.

“That’s personal.” He walked over to Danny and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Hey,” he whispered. “We’ve talked about this. It’s okay.”

“Tingly.” Danny leaned his head onto the man’s hand and smiled. “I just wanted you to come over here.”

Roy laughed. “You’re such a fucking bitch. I thought you were actually upset! I swear I’ll come into your dorm at night and cut up all your fucking wigs.”

Danny gasped and grasped at his blue wig. “This shit was expensive. I know where your drag is, too, you know.”

“Can we see a picture of you in drag, Professor Haylock?” The girl behind Danny asked.

“You know what, fuck it. Sure. If I don’t get fired for fraternising with students, I’ll even come to class in full drag.” He walked back over to the desk and pulled out his phone. He found a picture of Bianca and put it under the doc cam for the class to see.

In the picture, Bianca, Adore, and Courtney all stood together on stage laughing. It was after Adore’s first show, and her lipstick was all over her face from making out with random guys in the crowd. Bianca looked as pristine as always, towering over the barefoot queen with one arm around her waist and the other around Courtney’s shoulders.

Danny laughed. “That was a great night. I had really missed performing on stage. Do you have the video? You should show them that.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “No one is going to want to see that.”

“See what?” someone asked.

Roy motioned for Danny to explain.

“Us performing. Well, she emcee’d, so she introduced me and I performed.” Danny grinned.

There were a few murmurs before people started asking to see the video and what a drag show is like.

“See? They want to see it.” Danny winked. “Plug it into the computer and pull it up on the big screen like that. That way the sound comes over the speakers, too.”

“Daniel, I have no clue how to do that.” Roy groaned.

Danny got up and straightened his skirt before strutting up to the podium and set up the video on the computer. He pressed play and turned to watch.

Bianca walked out on stage and pretended to kick Courtney away. “Alright! That was Courtney Act! She’ll be in the alley out back if you wanna give her a different kind of tip. She’s almost as much of a whore as this next bitch. We’ve got a new girl here tonight. I’ve never seen her perform in drag, but she gives a good show in the bedroom. Everyone give it up for my soulmate, Adore Delano from Azusa, California!”

Adore came bouncing out and pulled Bianca in close to her. “Hey baby.”

Bianca wrapped her arms around the girl and kissed her briefly before handing her the mic and going offstage.

Adore grinned at the audience. And the music started.

“Wednesday’s panties on a Friday night. Drive in movie and I’m getting mine.” She sang, dancing around the stage and feeling herself up.

“Down down down duh-duh, I’m DTF Down down duh-duh, I’m down.”

She pulled a twink from the audience onstage and started grinding on him before spinning around and kissing him hard. The rest of the song, she danced with the boy, letting him feel her up and making out with him until the music stopped.

“Thank you so much!” She smiled, her lipstick all over her face. “Now get your ass off my stage.”

The video ended with Bianca coming back out onstage.

No one knew what to say for a few seconds, before Roy fake coughed into his hand, saying “Slut”.

Danny laughed. “I’m a slut and you’re a hateful clown.”

“Danny can sing?” Someone called out.

“Bitch, what, do you think I just lipsync at the clubs like the other girls? I write my own music.” Danny scoffed. “I’m a fucking vocals major!”

Roy looked up and had to crane his neck to look his lover in the face. “I have a question. Why is it that you’re willing to walk around campus all day in 8 inch platform heels, but you perform barefoot?”

“You just don’t like that I’m more than a foot taller than you right now.” Danny patted the professor’s head and leaned down.

“Sit down. We got really off topic. Who has soulmate questions?” Roy motioned for him to go back to his desk, but he plopped down in the teacher’s chair instead.

“Is sex different when it’s your soulmate?” One of the guys in the back asked hesitantly.

Danny leered at his lover, looking him up and down hungrily. He pulled Roy in by the waist and rested his head back on the older man’s stomach.

“What are you doing?” Roy asked.

“Feeling tingly. Answer the question.” Danny closed his eyes and smiled serenely.

Roy lovingly rolled his eyes and put his hands on Danny’s shoulders. “The short answer is yes. It’s different.”

“Did you feel a connection straight away when you met, or did it get stronger or something? Did it feel different once you actually realized you’re soulmates?”

Roy thought for a second. “I really don’t know. When we first met, my eye was drawn to him straight away, but I don’t know if that’s just because I’ve never had another drag queen in one of my classes, let alone one who dresses in full geish every day. Once we… He called a random number in his phone one night when he was having a really hard time with not having friends and dealing with everyone’s reactions to him crossdressing, and it happened to be me. I think that he was subconsciously drawn to my number because he knew somehow what we share the bond. That’s probably why I talked him down and drove out to pick him up instead of calling the police to go get him, and that’s how we figured it out.” He held tighter to Danny’s shoulders when the boy winced at his words.

“Once we actually saw each other’s mark, it was like, ‘oh my god, that’s what this feeling is.” Danny agreed. “Even if he wasn’t my soulmate, he saved my life, and that’s not worth nothing.”

“I guess once we figured it out and could put a name to the feeling, it seemed like it got stronger just because we could recognize it.” Roy shrugged.

Danny reached up to take one of Roy’s hands in his own.

“Is that why Danny came into your office when I was there?” Jason asked.

Roy laughed loudly. “Yes, that’s why Danny came into my office. That was actually only two days after we figured it out. That’s one of the reasons I was so fucking pissed at you and those other two assholes. Nobody can insult Danny except me.”

Danny nodded. “And Shane.”

“Shane doesn’t realize when he’s being rude. He says it’s an Aussie thing, but I’m pretty sure it’s called ‘Being a Douche’.” Roy clarified. “For anyone who has not been to my office hours, Shane is my graduate assistant. He’s the blonde in the video.”

“Courtney Act.” Danny said with an australian accent.

“What does Danny look like out of drag?” One of the girls near the front asked.

Danny cocked a brow and pulled his wig off, shaking out his hair. He found a picture on Roy’s phone of him out of drag and put it up on the screen. “I look like a boy, yay!” He cheered sarcastically.

“He’s cute as a boy.” One of the girls in the front whispered to her friend, and Danny winked at the pair.

Roy held up the wig. “Am I putting this back on you, or are you done with it for the day? Why did you even take it off if you were just going to show them a picture?”

Danny shrugged. “I’m good. I’m a beautiful mermaid from the ocean with or without it.”

“Party.” The older man mocked.

“So it’s probably completely useless to ask this, but how about we not tell everyone about this so that Professor Haylock can keep his job here?” Danny addressed the class. “I promise I’m not getting any extra help or hints or anything. He just laughs at me when I get all bitchy about getting Cs in this class and tells me I should study more.”

Roy chuckled. “That’s because you don’t study, Dan. You don’t study at all.”

Danny motioned to him. “See? I have no unfair advantage, and Shane does all the grading, anyways. I just get fucked by him and perform with him.”

Roy groaned. “Daniel Anthony Noriega, would you please just not mention any kind of sex in front of the class?”

“What? We’re soulmates. If they think we haven’t fucked, then they need to think again. It’s not like I’m getting on my knees in front of everyone.” Danny reasoned.

“Nope. Just stop talking. Class dismissed. We’re done. I probably won’t ever see you again.”

Everyone started to get up and leave when one heckler in the back yelled for the couple to kiss for them.

Roy glared in the general direction of the person’s voice.

“We won’t tell anyone you’re soulmates if you do!” The boy promised. Slowly, the other students started to nod their agreement.

“Why do you want to see us kiss so badly? What are you going to get out of that?” Danny asked. “I mean, I’m down, but why?”

A girl in the front row shrugged. “It’d be cute, and some of us have never met a pair of soulmates before.”

“Fuck it.” Roy threw his hands up and grabbed Danny by the waist, pulling him in and kissing him hard.

Danny moaned loudly and pressed himself flush against his lover. The two were breathless when they broke apart.

“Jesus Christ that was hot…” someone in the middle of the room commented.

Danny looked down at Roy, his pupils blown out and his mouth still hanging slightly open. “What is the closest deserted place to here with a lockable door?”

Roy rolled his eyes and gently pushed Danny back a half step. “You have a class across campus in 20 minutes.”

Danny whimpered at the loss and pouted. “No I don’t. It’s friday. This was my last class of the week.”

Roy eyed the rest of the class. “You got your kiss. The next class needs to get in here.” He reminded them, walking out with Danny close on his heels.

The two made it to his office, and Roy shoved Danny against the door, pinning his arms above his head.

Shane yelped in surprise and looked confusedly between the couple. “What the hell has gotten into you today?”

“The whole class saw our soul marks at the beginning of the period. Roy’s probably going to be fired, and I want to be bent over that desk.” Danny explained in between kisses.

Shane scrambled to gather his papers and left, shouting that they had half an hour before he would be back.

Roy pushed Danny roughly on top of his desk and pulled his skirt up to his waist.

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Danny pushed off the desk and sat sideways on Roy’s lap, his breathing evening out slowly.

“I love you.” Danny sighed happily.

Roy grinned and kissed his soulmate tenderly. “I love you, too, Danny.”

The two of them sat silently enjoying each other’s company for a few more minutes until Shane walked back in.

He looked at the two of them and let out a long breath. “Thank god you’re both dressed. The president of the university is headed this way.”

“We didn’t get undressed. I’m wearing a skirt.” Danny cocked a brow.

“Danny, I think you should go to your dorm.” Roy frowned.

Danny shook his head. “I’m not leaving. I’m a part of this as much as you are.”

Roy groaned. “Please don’t be difficult. You don’t need to get in trouble, too. If you’re expelled, you have to go back to Azusa.”

“I’m staying. I’ll be quiet and out of the way, but I’m staying.” He insisted.

“Fine. Go sit over there and don’t say a word.” Roy pointed to a chair in the corner.

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