Wake Me Up: Exo Drabbles

D.O.

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There is a soft hand running through the locks of your hair, gently pulling you out of your sleep. Vivid dreams fade to black and you open your eyes to black. It takes a while for you to realise it's a black shirt front. You pull back slightly. The hand drops to your back.
"Did I wake you?" The voice is gravely with sleep. You smile at the half open eyes and shake your head slowly.
"I was almost awake anyway," your voice is barely above a whisper. His face breaks into a sleepy half smile. You can hear his rhythmic heartbeat. "You're sleeping in a shirt..." you mumble, while fingering the collar.
"I was too lazy." His sleepy drawl almost makes you blush.
"When did you get back?"You ask, making sure to keep your voice in check. He slips an arm under your head and pulls you closer. Maybe it's a tad cheesy, but you feel safe and protected each time he does this.
"I don't know... two? Maybe three?" He smiles at your frown. "Don't worry, I slept all evening in the car." Your hands slide over his shoulder.
"Doesn't it hurt...?" His soft laugh reverberates through your body.
"Look who's talking. I picked you up from the desk. Sleeping there can't be any less painful." You offer half a pout as protest.
"In my defense, I was writing."
"You're the one who over-works yourself." There is a faint note of chiding in his voice.
"Well..." Your eyes drop from his face to his chest, afraid of more to come. You're surprised to find yourself pulled closer.
"Nol pabo ya?" He whispers into your hair. The faint smell of his faded cologne soothes you as you breathe in deeply.
"Aniya..." The hold around you tightens.
"This... calls for a day off."
"But-but I have to go..." The protest in you voice is hardly there. It's more of talking for the sake of it. He knows that, and he laughs.
"No you have to stay."
"But I'll lose my job..."
"If you keep talking, I'm not letting you move."
"You know it's impossible for me to stop talking."
"I wonder if you won't because you want to stay like this." You flick your hand against his chest, but then again, he's not very far from the truth.
"Do Kyungsoo, don't get too full of yourself." But you settle again his chest, which is shaking with laughter and allow him to put his chin on your head. His breathing is slow and steady. So safe, so secure... almost as if nothing can touch me now...
"Kyungsoo?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry for worrying you..."
"I'm sorry too." He drawls and you remain quiet for a while.
"Kyungsoo?"
"Hmm?"
"Let's... take a vacation."
"Hmm."
"You know.... somewhere that has quiet beaches to walk along... Imagine the wind in your hair, the rolling waves, the salty sea air— oh! I could make that into a new song." There is no response. The hold on your frame relaxes, the breathing becomes slow and rhythmic and you look up to see closed eyes and parted lips. You smile at the sleeping face and bury your head in the crook of his neck once more. You can take one pre-vacation, vacation. You snuggle closer, breathing in deeply, and let out a content sigh. To hell with work.
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Suho

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Warm hands are gently shaking your shoulders. You slowly open your eyes to a pair of brown orbs.
"It's almost seven," he says. You reach out to touch his cheeks. He's stiing on his haunches on the floor next to the bed.
"I'm still sleepy..." You mumble. He smiles and you wish you were awake to see it better.
"It's alright," he presses a quick kiss to your lips. You start and open your eyes.
"Do-don't!" You exclaim, pulling back sharply. He blinks in surprise. "I have morning breath..." You mumble defensively. He shifts from his haunches to his knees and rolls his eyes, cupping your cheek to pull you in for another kiss. This one is slower. Still, soft and gentle. Your eyes open wide in surprise but you let him pull away (almost regretting it when he does) before your hands fly to your face in embarrassment.
"Do I look like I care?" He asks with a laugh. You peek out from between your fingers.
"Joonmyun!" You whine. "I'm awake now, thanks to that!" He laughs loudly and pinches your cheek lightly.
"Aigoo. Look at this pabo!" He tugs at your hand. "Now get up." You resist it for the fraction of a second before you allow him to pull you out of the bed by your wrists. You stand for a moment on your own two feet before the grogginess returns and you sway. Two strong arms wrap securely around you waist and pull you close.
"Don't kill yourself, it'll ruin my day." You slap his shoulder, though you're too sleepy to make it hurt. So you pout and rest your head on it.
"I'm uncoordinated in the mornings," you mumble into the fabric of his shirt.
"You are uncoordinated always." He teases and earns another light slap to the shoulders. His hands fall loosely around your hips as he sways you, from side to side, to the rhythm of a silent tune.
"Mmm... I'm getting sleepier..." you protest while pulling closer. His low, warm chuckle sounds in your ear.
"I'll stop, then." There is a murmured protest from you as you nuzzle deeper into the side of his neck. He laughs. The swaying is slowly making your eyelids heavy. Then the swaying stops, the hands drop from your hips and suddenly, the ground disappears from beneath your feet.
"Yah!" He carries you, one hand around your waist, the other one under your knees.
"I told you it's better you don't kill yourself first thing in the morning."
"I can walk..." you say meekly, pressing your head into his chest to hide your red cheeks. He laughs before putting you down outside the bathroom door.
"Happy to help My Lady," he adds a small wink at the end. You shove his chest slightly.
"Stop it!" You pout.
"When it comes to you? Never," he pats your cheek and says, "hurry up, I have breakfast waiting." He turns to leave but pauses on an after thought. "And don't fall asleep in there." Your pout becomes more pronounced and he sneaks in yet another kiss.
"Kim-Joon-myun!!" You huff and he leaves, eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter.
As you catch your face in the mirror upon entering the bathroom. You note the wide eyes, the pink cheeks, and you bite the corner of your lower lip trying to, but failing to, stop the shy smile that slowly takes over your face.
Yes, Kim Joonmyun, and only him.
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The Suho one is for Miya,
Hope you like it long-lost-sis :P
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Baekhyun

"Ireonah," he calls your name. You bury you head deeper into the pillow- noting its absurd hardness. "Yah, ireona-ah," he calls for a third time. Slender fingers brush against your cheeks gently and you flinch in surprise. You move and your pillow shifts under you— wait. Did your pillow... move? You open your eyes groggily, slowly adjusting your vision and his face looms above yours. You flush in embarrassment.
"Baek—?" You mumble curiosly. "Wha-? Why are you in my house?" He laughs, his eyes crinkling and his pearly white teeth dazzling.
"I'm not in your house darling, you're in mine, and on my chest, if I may add." He pokes your cheeks playfully. Your eyes open wide in mortification and you bolt upright, only to find yourself pulled back by two arms around your waist. "I didn't say I mind," he grins.
"Bu-but what-?" He laughs once more. The clear, sweet sound fills the air. You realize that you're sleeping on the couch, with your head on his chest, while he's stretched his legs out onto the ottoman.
"Mianhae.." you mutter. He leans into the backrest.
"You fell asleep during the movie, I didn't want to wake you up, so stop apologizing. Besides you look cute when you sleep." You blush a little at that frank compliment. Your eyes are still drooping from lack of sleep.
"Still, if I keep sleeping over at your house like this, you'll never get a girlfriend," you mumble while rubbing your eyes. You feel his body stiffen.
"I don't want a girlfriend," he says curtly and you don't push further, though it stings somewhere inside at his firm refusal to be in a relationship. You avert your eyes to the ceiling, while you lie with your hear and shoulders across his chest. His fingers intertwine with yours, across your waist and years of knowing him tells you that he's nervous about something.
"You have pretty fingers," you note abstractly, trying to ease the situation. He laughs silently.
"If we have kids, they should have your cute face and my fingers." Kids? Your eyes widen and your cheeks turn pink at that thought. "We should have two, and we could live in a farmhouse in the countryside."
"How will the kids go to school?" You blurt out.
"Uh! So practical. Fine. We'll live in the city- but we need a dog."
"Brownie!" You stick your tongue out at the thought.
"Okay, brownie." He grins, the tension is now completly dissipated but your heart it thudding so loud you're afraid he can feel it. "Hmm.." he continues, "we can paint our room blue-grey and make the furniture black and white."
"Uh! That is so depressing Baek! Try warm colors, like orange and yellow."
"Sure, that gives me the perfect opportunity to wear my Ray-Bans indoors." You roll your eyes, though you can feel your cheeks getting hot. For a while both of you remain silent, basking in the images in your minds.
"I wish it was real." His voice is a near hesitant whisper. Your breath hitches.
"Me too..." you breathe out shakily. Is that your heart beating earatically or his? For, what seems like years, neither of you moves. Then he slowly rises, putting you in a seated position before reaching out to cup your cheeks with the palms of his hands. Is that nervousness in his eyes? Or the reflection of your own, perhaps, as he slowly pulls in for a kiss. His hands are so gentle, as if he's afraid he might break you with his touch. His lips are soft. As he pulls away, you look into his smiling, unsure eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but wishing, hoping and praying that every morning was like this one.
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For Ruka,
Hope it isn't a fail :P