Title: Never
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Suho
Prompt: Suho/Yifan broship

Joonmyun never thought he’d become friends with Yifan. There were great differences between them. Yifan probably would have been bullied if he weren’t so tall, and he was strong enough that nobody bothered him. Not quite a popular kid, but almost one.

Joonmyun, on the other hand, was tiny and into maths and bullied every day.

A strange friendship was formed when Yifan found him stuffed into a locker , gave him his jacket to wear and then drove him back to his house to change, before taking him home.

They stopped bullying Joonmyun. (Joonmyun was so grateful he cried.)

Title: The First Time
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Suho
Prompt: Suho/Yifan broship

The first time Jiaheng met Joonmyun, he thought he’d be like all the rest.

Jiaheng was Chinese, which the other trainees thought was the Worst Thing Possible. He didn’t speak much Korean back then, but he knew that what they said wasn’t kind.

He thought Joonmyun would say the same things, but the boy didn’t. He introduced himself and his friends politely, and then showed Jiaheng around, like he hadn’t already been there for a month. He snapped at the other trainees and at some point their hands slid together comfortably and Jiaheng thought he could get used to this.

Title: Dance Dance
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kai/Suho
Prompt: Suho wanting to learn a particular dance move while Kai is awkward because Suho is obliviously flirty

“Can you teach me that dance you did on the interview last week?”

Jongin turns to see Joonmyun looking up at him earnestly; wide, innocent eyes. “Really, Hyung?” he asks. “It’s a bit difficult.”

“It looks really good when you do it,” Joonmyun tells him, nodding his head. “I thought I’d like to get better at dancing, and it—it might help me.”

Jongin doesn’t see the harm in it, so he nods. They make arrangements for a time when they’re both free, and that’s that—for then.

They find time at the end of the week. Joonmyun bounces around like a small child, or an excitable puppy. Jongin doesn’t understand why he’s so excited. It’s just a dance. It’s just time with Jongin. He gets enough of that as it is, now they’re roommates. Jongin still wonders how Sehun managed to get so lucky to share with Kyungsoo and Lu Han whilst he got two old fogeys—but there’s not really anything he can do about that. It’ll be one old fogey soon, anyway.

Jongin is sometimes a patient teacher, but sometimes he isn’t. Today is one of the days when, thankfully, he has patience.

“Stand like this,” he tells Joonmyun, and holds himself carefully, balanced. Joonmyun stares at him for a moment before copying the position—badly. Jongin doesn’t roll his eyes, he just places a hand on Joonmyun’s back and positions him manually.

Joonmyun seems to flush a little, which makes no sense at all to Jongin. “Th-thanks,” Joonmyun says. Jongin doesn’t know why he’s stammering.

“It’s nothing,” Jongin says. “You can’t learn to dance if you can’t get the initial pose right, after all.”

Joonmyun nods, and proceeds to screw the next pose up. “Do you think—I’m really bad at this, aren’t I?” Joonmyun asks sheepishly, covering his cheeks as he looks everywhere but at Jongin. Jongin really doesn’t understand.

“You’ll get better,” Jongin says, but it’s without conviction.

“I—I want to do this,” Joonmyun says. “I just need help. Please?”

Which is how Jongin finds himself behind Joonmyun, hand on his hip, pushing him into different positions and helping him move until Joonmyun can do the dance himself. Jongin feels like there is something strange about this.

The first time Joonmyun does the dance by himself, he gets so excited he throws his arms around Jongin’s neck. “Yes!” he all but squeals. “I’m so glad, thank you, thank you!”

“No need to be so girly,” Jongin says dutifully, because ‘you’re welcome’ still comes hard even after five years. He pats Joonmyun’s back anyway, feeling a little uncomfortable. It’s just Joonmyun.

But that’s the problem, he realises, when Joonmyun insists on doing the dance another four times, because Joonmyun is doing a rather y dance and Jongin is the only one there and it’s Joonmyun, who Jongin had basically grown up with, and—crap, Joonmyun’s flirting, isn’t he? All the touching, and the eyelash batting, and the coyness—pretending to be bad, pretending to—he’s bloody flirting with Jongin.

He’s not sure if Joonmyun is really innocent or really evil. Or deranged.

Jongin has absolutely no idea how to react to this development, so he acts the same. Awkwardly. He hopes that at some point this will start making sense.

(Joonmyun, he quickly realises, has no idea he’s doing it. This both makes the realisation of Joonmyun’s flirting better and worse.

Jongin promises himself never to mention it. If they don’t know, nobody can make him do anything about it. What would he do, anyway?

He doesn’t succeed.)

Title: The Cake
Genre: Gen, Crack
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: None/SMTown friendships
Prompt: Zhou Mi, Siwon and Lu Han getting cake confused - for which one of them is the biiiiiig cake just delivered to SM

The birthday cake arrives on the early morning of the sixteenth of April.

It is enormous, with a huge microphone on the top and a large icing smile beside it. It takes three grown men to carry it into the SM building and another four to put it into the ginormous TV-chef-approved fridge someone seems to have spirited along—in which to store the cake, the SM trainees presume.

It being April, there is much discussion of whose birthday it’s for.

Jay is out of the question due to the simple fact of not being there to eat the cake. Army does that to you. Makes you unable to be at places and eat delicious cake. It’s a real problem.

Hyukjae discounts himself immediately. Jungsu had special ordered him a cake from the army, and Junsu had helped him eat it. Hyukjae has no need for such an enormous cake. If it’s for him, he’ll donate it to the other April babies.

Siwon is pretty sure it’s for him. Sure, his birthday was over a week ago, but it’s an awesome cake, and Siwon actually loves cake. Not that anybody knows it. He wants to eat it now, but he knows he has to wait for it to be revealed, so he can pretend to be surprised and then wipe cake all over the faces of the other April-born. They will be so upset, but he always was Daddy’s favourite child.

EXO are convinced it’s for Lu Han. “Your birthday is in a few days!” Jongin says. “It has to be for you.”

Lu Han isn’t quite so sure. It’ll have gone bad by the time his birthday comes, so he hopes that it isn’t for him. Not that he doesn’t want the cake. He’ll be happy to eat some of it if offered. Cake is a luxury he doesn’t get often—the last few cakes were more shoved into their faces than their stomachs.

“What if it’s for your birthday?” Lu Han asks Sehun. “It was only a few days ago. You’re more likely than Siwon-hyung, at least.” Sehun shrugs and explains that the cake he had for his birthday, the one that ended up all over his and Lu Han’s cheeks, was enough for him.

Zhou Mi is quiet about his hopes, but secretly he wants the cake to be for him. There are lots of dedicated Mitangs who love him and care for him, and he’s sure they would do something like that for him. He appreciates the thought; his fans really are the best. He just wishes they’d given him a hint first—he’s not sure he can eat the cake, after all. He’s sort-of on a diet. It’ll be a shame if it has to go to waste.

Jessica thinks it must be for her. Who else would be able to afford a giant cake but her family, her girls and her S♥NEs? There’s a reason that SNSD are one of the biggest groups and S♥NEs are one of the biggest and most dedicated fanbases, after all. It has to be for her, and she’ll love it and eat the smallest slice in the world and then give it to her other girls and her favourite oppas in the other groups. SM Town are a family, after all.

SHINee believe it must be for Jonghyun, a present to make up for his injury and the pain he’s suffered not being able to do anything, to film with them, being told he can’t perform with them. They’re touched, hearts swelling—Shawols are such a wonderful fandom. They care so much about all the members.

Jonghyun doesn’t know anything about the cake until Kibum texts him, and then he prays it’s for him. It’d be such a wonderful gift. He desperately wants a slice of the cake. It’s be a long time since he had some cake.

They all wait for the secret of the cake to be revealed with bated breath, twitching in their seats—even Sehun, who still claims to not care about who the cake is for.

It’s to their utmost horror, when, on the morning of the seventeenth of April when they’re standing in their practice rooms pretending to not be waiting—even Jonghyun, who is, admittedly, sitting—a young girl of possibly seventeen or eighteen, decked out in school uniform, walks up to Cho Jinho and says, “We made you a cake for your birthday, Oppa! We want you to know we love you.”

Many draws drop. Many groans can be heard, even if they are quickly stifled.

Jinho looks surprised—understandably so, as he hadn’t even known there was a cake. “Thank you,” he says, and then his eyes widen when the three helpers from the day before wheel the cake out. “This is…” He trails off, speechless, and then— “My birthday was actually the fourteenth, though.”

The girl looks humiliated. It takes her a moment before she says, “I—I know! We just—it took us a while to make the cake.”

Jinho smiles warmly at her. “It’s a wonderful cake,” he says. “Thank you very much for making it.” He looks at the cake, a strange expression on his face, and then says, “Would you like a slice of it? There’s far too much for me to eat.”

Her eyes sparkle as she agrees. First they take a photo with the cake, despite Jinho’s manager tutting disapprovingly in the background, and then they light candles. He makes a wish, and cuts the cake. The slice the girl nibbles on is tiny, and then she bows and makes her excuses to leave. Jinho waves appropriately, but when she is gone, sets down his half-eaten slice of cake.

“You can come out,” he says, and the six of them come out from inside their rooms. “And you, Hyukjae-hyung,” he calls, and Hyukjae slinks out as well. “Happy birthday, Sunbaes,” Jinho says. “Want some cake?”

After trying, for some moments, to look like they weren’t angling for cake, everyone dives in.

More cake ends up on Jinho’s face than anywhere else. Typical.