Joonmyeon just wants to make his new souls feel welcome. Yifan and Kyungsoo don’t agree with his methods. Joonmyeon ignores them and bakes more cookies to feed the depraved souls under his jurisdiction, all the while nursing a fascination for a new soul who refuses to talk.

  Sungmin didn’t make it to the hospital the next day. Somehow his schedule had been stuffed with appointments and he couldn’t get out of any of them, let alone get more than 3 hours of sleep that night. When the next day again came, he was beyond exhausted but he needed to see Hyukjae so badly that it hurt.     “Hey, Hyuk. I’m sorry I didn’t come yesterday, the schedule was crazy,” he explained to the immobile dancer while bending down and kissing his forehead

Sungmin entered the door to the small apartment and was greeted immediately with the sounds of sobbing and retching. Without an extra thought he quickly threw his bag on the floor, followed by his discarded jacket and his shoes before he all but ran to the bathroom down the hall. Ryeowook was crumbled on the floor, head over the toilet bowl as he sobbed violently in between the dry-heaving he seemed to have absolutely no control over. 

He didn't know when he had stopped believing in love being the strongest power in the world. He didn't know if it was when his first boyfriend continued doing drugs despite everything he did to make him stop or if it was the night his second boyfriend decided that he had had enough of waiting for Ryeowook to get ready to do "it" and therefore had forced himself on the smaller man even though Ryeowook sobbed and begged him to stop.  

Siwon felt highly alarmed when he entered his room one evening to find Sungmin curled up in his bed, crying. He was by the other’s side immediately, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed while looking at the crying male’s back. 

  “Minnie-ah-“   “Don’t, Kyu, just... don’t,” Sungmin sighed heavily, desperately fighting to keep his face straight and his voice from wavering, despite the fact that this was probably the hardest thing he had ever had to do and thus felt more like curling up into a ball and sob his heart out.   “I love you,” Kyuhyun begged, his hold on the smaller man’s wrist tightening. He didn’t want to let go, not now, not ever. 

At the moment I seem to be unable to sit down and write long stories, despite having so many ideas. Drabbles are easier, though. Since I didn't want to mix EXO drabbles with my Super Junior drabbles this story was made for my EXO drabbles.    I hope you enjoy reading. I love comments.