sweet thing — 1k words, choi yeonjun
warnings: explicit marijuana usage, shotgunning (..again), some kissing, frat president! boyfriend! stoner!yeonjun, a true and very accurate portrayal of what frat boys really want (a girlfriend lol), probably unrealistic infatuation and slightly possessive/jealous behavior, college party culture, frat boys!txt
a/n: if anyone was wondering, yes, i would be so down to have a stoner bf. not that i’m encouraging smoking of any sort, including weed, so don’t do drugs <3 and yes, i have a teeny tiny little fantasy about how it’d be like to date a frat boy, don’t ask. also… never underestimate the power of yawnzzn, he knows exactly what he’s doing. moral of the story: find yourself a sweet, real nice person that is obsessed with you!! don’t settle for less babes :]
you know what they say: good, sweet boyfriends always get their girl high before they’ve even taken a hit.
yeonjun is no different, a selfless soul, truly, the kind of addict that keeps pre-rolled joints stored in all sorts of places, always making sure you’re satisfied before he’s even begun. you don’t need much either, considering he’s the more experienced one, perching you on his lap and watching your lips wrap around his joint, smiling when he hears a light hum leave your chest. ah, yes, he treats his girl so well.
even when he’s the president of his frat, constantly hurdled with duties here and there: rush week, pledging, community service, partying—he’ll always make time in his busy schedule to see you. even if it means sitting on the bed of his trashed bedroom, fastening his arms around your waist, only getting high from the smoke you give him. really, he couldn’t ask for anything more.
his favorite part is when you surprise him at his parties, not always your favorite setting, dressed up so perfectly to him (baggy jeans and a t-shirt, a real turn on), sending your boyfriend the most stunning smile when you see him. his brothers scoff at the sight of you, namely the insufferable external vice president beomgyu (who still hasn’t satiated his deep desire to find a girlfriend), strutting away with such a sway that it makes you giggle.
“hi sweetheart,” yeonjun’s dripping honey already, pulling you to sit on his lap, pressing his fingertips carefully against your arm. he’s far gone, you realize, from the way he’s absolutely dazed, licking his lips slowly from the dryness, trailing his eyes on yours lazily. “i’m so glad you came.”
“mhm, i know,” you’re running a hand through his hair, the dusted pink color slowly growing to your liking. he leans into your touch, closing his hand around your wrist and sniffing. he’s exhaling loudly, eyes closed and head rocking back, one would think he’s getting off to the smell of you, as if you’d worn that mythical pheromone perfume he gifted you on your birthday. “you fucking pervert…”
“you smell good,” is all he mutters, letting you massage his scalp, chuckling when you curse at him again. a few seconds pass in the quiet bliss before he’s coming back to his senses, sitting up so fast you nearly topple off of him. “fuck, y/n, you’re sober.” it makes him frown slightly; of course, he can’t let you stay like that.
there’s nothing more attractive to him than the way you look when you’re taking hits—a little goes a long way—leaning back against him, eyelashes fluttering as the smoke bellows around you. he’s so pliant, patient with you as he doesn’t even let you hold the joint, exhaling smoke into your mouth every so often to see your crazed smile. the way your lips ghost past his, teasing in an attempt to be coy, oh, it makes him a mad man.
and it comes to a particular point in the night when you’re all giggly once again, laughing sweetly at the incredibly shitty jokes internal vice president soobin is making, making small talk with treasurer taehyun, even thanking (god forbid) secretary kai when he hands you a water bottle, and yeonjun’s locked a permanent arm around your waist. shit–his eyes are darting around, an incredulous look on his face–do all his brothers want to fuck his girl?
“don’t be ridiculous,” you mutter as your boyfriend whispers liquid jealousy, nodding your head as kai rambles on about how his president had him cleaning toilets for days. the one thing you ever hear from yeonjun’s brothers are complaints, of course, on how he runs this excuse of a fraternity. he’s now giving death glares to any man that comes within a ten foot radius of you, snapping at them to leave you alone, pressing you closer to him with every passing moment.
oh, of course, now he’s gotten possessive.
“my girl,” he’s sighing, lighting yet another joint to place against your lips, watching you relish in the feeling. his heart swells, nearly bursts from the way you laugh breathlessly, kissing at the very corner of his lips, pulling away when he chases after you. white smoke blurs his vision, but he’s still staring. “c’mere princess, share with me.”
you do, parting your boyfriend’s lips with your hand, looking directly into his eyes–pupils blown to the max, shaking–and exhaling. he can’t help but press his mouth against yours, trapping the smoke, grasping at the fabric of your shirt, searching for a nothingness to bring you impossibly closer. you’re caught off-guard, however, gripping his shoulders to keep him in place, kissing him back hesitantly. still in a public setting, you know, you can feel his brothers’ eyes starting to prickle at your back.
you’re so lucky he’s the president, you’re thinking with your eyes screwed shut, tongue pressing against yeonjun’s, waiting patiently for the high to hit. when it does, you can tell, the way his lips messily move against yours, kissing so loudly you know it’s indecent; after all, you hate pda when you’re sober, yet your brain’s fuzzy now, leaving you with quiet giggles bubbling in your chest. it’s so funny to you, suddenly, even when you’re curled up on your boyfriend’s lap, lazily inhaling as he presses the joint to your lips once again, grinning as you let him have a taste too.
and in all of that, when his lips leave a ghost trail on your neck, as your head floats far above the clouds, there’s nothing better he can think of. you’re the best thing he’s ever had, no denying that. even the faint crash of an empty vodka bottle doesn’t catch his attention, nor the yelling voice of the external vice president, the complaints and whines and one-sided argument, it’s all his imagination at this rate.
“–and fuck you, yeonjun, stop fucking your girl on our goddamn couch!”
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In Clays and Creams and Yellow Music is now on ao3
Robin is gay, is the thing. She always has been.
She remembers being very small and watching the way girls skirts twirled around their knees, the way their hair would brush they collarbones and get stuck on their mouths, lips sticky with gloss and— his hair has grown out, is the thing. Since everything. Since it's all been over. He hasn't gotten it cut.
Used to be every three months like clockwork, the minute it would start brushing his shoulders. And she'd asked him once, why he bothered when it looked so nice longer. He'd tensed up, facing away from her, hands still poised above the register. And then his shoulders had dropped, all at once, forced like, and he’d shrugged. Told her he didn't like the feeling of it brushing his shoulders. He hadn't looked her in the for the rest of their shift.
She doesn't think she believed him then, either, but she hadn't known what to say to him about it (years later, in the quiet dark of their apartment, he will tell her about his first hair cut and his father and the way his hair brushing against his shoulder's made him want to cry and how confusing that was because it was from happiness and from fear and sadness and some weird twisted second-hand form of disgust (and she knows if she ever sees Harrington senior again she will absolutely break her fucking hand for the sheer pleasure of popping him one right in his great big nose.))
So, yeah. His hair is getting long, and the longest bits reach past his shoulders, now, and the front pieces are falling just past his chin, with this one extra short bit— lifted by his great big swirling cow’s-lick— tickling his cheek-bone. And he’s stopped swooping it up with too much hairspray, lets it fall soft and wispy around his face instead— and the door opens, bell jiggling, and he smiles at the pretty girl on the other side of the counter. All big and flirty-like, that one that shows off his one crooked incisor and it makes her stomach twist uncomfortably and she feels sick with it. But Steve is talking with his hands now, fingers flying as he explains the plot of whatever movie he’s recommend, and she can see the way the girl tracks them, nose wrinkling, and that makes Robin's stomach twist for a whole other reason, sinking like a rock in her fucking abdomen, tugging at her diaphragm until she can't breathe with it either. Because really, Steve’s picked up a lot of that from her and Eddie, the way he flourishes his hands. But Eddie knows better than to really do it much in public, and he’s created the kind of personae that it wouldn’t matter even if he did but Steve doesn’t have that, and he doesn’t even really know.
But Steve is ringing her up now, and they’re both smiling and the girl is thanking him and—it’s fine, really, it's all fine.
Except that now Robin's looking at his hands too, all cluttered with rings, which he's slowly been collecting for the past month now—two months? All delicate weaved silver and floral motifs, one with a small inset amethyst and one with weaving ivy (from Robin) and another, the only chunky one (one of Eddie’s)— an old signet style ring with a heavy lined moth, weighing down his pinky-finger in tarnished silver. And his nails— they’re painted. A soft pink clear coat you can barely see, except for when it catches the light just right and the florescent bulb shines in arcs across them. He'd had Robin repaint them Saturday night, after the girls had left, from a bright yellow ( his favourite colour) to this ‘so he could still wear it into work’. (When pressed he had simply stated that he'd promised El, and then, in a much quieter hushed kind of voice, that he thought it would be good for Will to have some positive roll models.) They're well cared for, Robin knows, and by turns soft and rough—slightly callused from years of sports and swinging his dumb bat at dumb terrifying monsters, but he has this whole drawer full of fancy creams and she knows that he trims his cuticles, files his nails until they are a perfectly shaped oval—
“-obin" Steve is looking at her now, head tilted to the side with that soft exasperated Robin-smile he saves just for her. "Robs?" he says again, and he laughs softly when she just blinks at him, it makes something in her stomach clench painfully. She feels sick. Is she sick? She wonders if this is all some sort of fever induced hallucination and— Steve is looking worried now, stepping closer with that little furrow between his brows, one hand lifted like he's thinking about pressing it to her forehead to check her temperature and— is he wearing lip gloss what the fuck? But— no. Steve is not allowed to look worried.
He's worried so often— about her and the kids and Eddie and even Nance and Jonathan, and there's absolutely no need for him to be looking like that right now, not about whatever is happening inside Robin's head because its nothing. So she laughs and pokes at his forehead, and he swats at her hands, still kind of frowning at her, and she knows he's still worried.
“I'm okay, Stevie, really” she says, and then he goes a little pink, the way he always does when she calls him that, fond and pleased, and he squeezes her hand tightly between his.
"You looked a little warm, are you sure?" and she doesn't stop him from pressing the back of his hand to her cheek, forehead, neck until he's satisfied. He smells like the lavender he puts on his temples before bed and like something else sweet and musky and floral. Fuck.
"See?" She says, and squeezes his other hand where they're still clasped by their sides. “All good."
He hums, still looking her over. "Alight, but let me know if that changes okay? We’re closing early to day to help out at the middle school, so I can always drive you home and then come back to finish closing up on my own.” And then he's back to work again, squinting at the computer screen and typing with his painfully slow two-fingered jabs.
And Robin's gay, is thing. She always has been. She likes women, or at least, she doesn't like men.
But Steve is—
Well. Fuck.
Part 2
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[𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝟷 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊] 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛
i hope you all know that i do my evil genius laugh whenever i come up with the voice drama titles
shun's voice drama is here! (yes, i decided to post it before akio's trial results, i got tired of waiting dhdjdkd) again, this one was a bit hard to write. i didn't know how i want it to go, but i knew that shun is supposed to say his t1 trailer voiceline. so you'll finally find out the context for that voiceline!
(note: i probably should mention that i didn't write shun's character with any specific mental illness in mind. it's just hard for him to tell what's real and what's not and his brain makes him forget about all the bad things that ever happened to him to "protect" him. this is actually something that often happens to me as well. so yeah, he just acts like that because of stress.
however, remember that shun is smarter than he looks and he will take advantage of people knowing that there's "something wrong" with him. so yes, it doesn't mean that he's actually faking it, he really does have memory problems, but he still can pretend to forget something on purpose. this is why eiji wants miki to ignore all that and says that shun is either a huge liar or he's just dumb. (sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, by the way, but.. that's just what kind of person eiji is, he doesn't care what problems you have, you're just another murderer to him)
anyway, that's it, i hope you enjoy this voice drama!)
(divider link)
(sounds of footsteps)
Eiji: Now this.. this is a weird one.
Eiji: I mean, most of them are weird, but Prisoner 003 is one of the most unforgivable ones.
Miki: Really? Why?
Eiji: You'll see. Just remember not to fall for his tricks.
Miki: .. To be honest, I think you see everyone here as unforgivable, Eiji-san.
Eiji: Of course I do. All of them are murderers, Guard 002. All of them deserve to be punished for what they did.
Miki: .. Hey, Eiji-san.
Miki: Do you.. want something bad to happen to the person who hurt you in the past?
Eiji: !..
Eiji: W-what does that mean?
Miki: I mean.. Aimi-chan was right about your injuries, wasn't she?
Miki: So.. would you take revenge on the person who brought you so much pain?
Eiji: Why would you bring up this topic now??
Miki: BECAUSE EVEN IF I BRING IT UP LATER, YOU'LL STILL REFUSE TO ANSWER!
Miki: So tell me, Eiji-san, would you hurt that person back?
Miki: Actually, would you.. kill them?
Eiji: ...
Eiji: I.. I would love to see that person die.
Eiji: He deserves it.
Miki: See? That would make you a murderer too. Even if you had a sympathetic reason, you would still look like a sinner in your own eyes.
Miki: So.. I just want you to at least try to understand these people. Not all of them are cruel and cold-hearted murderers. Some of them would never kill anyone if it wasn't for the circumstances.
Miki: We can't just vote all of them guilty without even trying to listen to them!
Eiji: .. Prisoner 003 is waiting for us.
Miki: .. Right.
(door opens)
Eiji: Well, hello there!
Shun: ...
Eiji: Hellooooo-
Shun: ...
Miki: Um, can he even hear us?
Eiji: Well, I will make sure he does hear us.
(Eiji loudly slams his fist on the table)
Shun: Ah!
Shun: W-why would you do that?..
Eiji: Because you wouldn't answer.
Shun: I..
Shun: I.. didn't know how to answer.
Eiji: You know you can just say hello back, right?
Shun: Can I?
Eiji: (to Miki) Now, you see what I meant by him being the weird one?
Miki: Yes, but..
Miki: I kinda understand him.
Miki: I'm also too shy to say hello sometimes.
Eiji: .. You know what, you both are weird actually.
Eiji: Anyway, Prisoner 003, Ishizu Shun, 24 years old.
Eiji: Finally, I was starting to get tired of high schoolers.
Miki: But I'm also-
Eiji: You don't look much smarter than them though, Shun.
Shun: .. Sorry, I guess.
Eiji: Honestly, I'm surprised that you even managed to commit a murder.
Eiji: You don't look like the sanest person, so I can imagine you murdering someone, but also..
Eiji: You're kinda dumb.
Shun: Sorry-
Shun: Wait, murder?
Shun: So.. this really is a prison..
Eiji: Yes, this is a prison and you can die here if we decide you don't deserve to live.
Shun: D-die??
(Shun stands up)
Shun: No, listen, I can explain! I'm sure that all of this is a mistake!
Shun: I mean, yes, I did commit murder but..
Eiji: See? You just admitted that you're a murderer.
Eiji: Why should I forgive you after hearing that?
Shun: Because I had my reasons!..
Shun: I.. I had no other choice!
Eiji: Really? Just how bad was your situation if you had no choice but to kill someone?
(Shun sits down)
Shun: .. I just wanted to protect the person I love, that's all.
Miki: The person you love?
Miki: Like a family member or a friend?
Shun: No, my girlfriend.
Eiji: .. I refuse to believe that you had a girlfriend.
Eiji: I'm looking at you right now and I feel like the only woman who has ever hugged you was your mother.
Miki: Well, in my opinion, Ishizu-san is very pretty-
Shun: Um, I did have a girlfriend..
Shun: But we broke up.
Eiji: Okay, you dating someone doesn't sound so surprising anymore.
Miki: I'm so sorry to hear about that..
Eiji: Let me guess, she realized how creepy you are?
Miki: Eiji-san!
Shun: No, he's right. She thought I was too weird and.. decided to leave.
Eiji: Good for her.
Shun: And she got a new boyfriend right after that.
Shun: And he wasn't a good person.
Eiji: You were just jealous, weren't you?
Shun: No, no, he really was a bad person! He was always so rude to her, he didn't care about her wishes, he only cared about himself..
Shun: And I just.. I had to do something about it. I had to protect her from him.
Shun: I knew that if I let her stay with him.. he will hurt her sooner or later.
Eiji: Yeah, and killing him surely was the best option.
Shun: .. Well, what would you do if you ended up in a situation like this?
Shun: Wouldn't you try to protect the person you love more than your own life?
Eiji: I would just move on.
Eiji: She's not your girlfriend anymore, sure, maybe her new boyfriend really did treat her badly, but it's not your job to fix her relationship with him. It's not your job to save her.
Eiji: Also, think about it. She must be a smart woman, if she realized that you're weird and your relationship is unhealthy and decided to end it.
Eiji: So why would she suddenly start dating a person who was even worse right after breaking up with you?
Shun: .. M-maybe she actually wanted to leave him, but he wouldn't let her..
Eiji: Oh, now you're just trying to make yourself look better than him.
Eiji: It was so kind of you to let your girlfriend, who was terrified of you, by the way, leave! You're not like her new boyfriend at all!
Shun: Ah!..
Shun: S-stop pulling my hair..
Eiji: I hate guys like you.
Eiji: If I could, I would just execute you right here and right now.
Shun: Stop, just stop already! It's too painful!
Eiji: IT'S NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT I ACTUALLY WANT TO DO WITH YOU!
Shun: SHUT UP AND LET ME GO!
Eiji: ...
Miki: ...
Shun: *heavy breathing*
Shun: .. Hey, what just happened?
Shun: Guard-san, can you stop doing this to my hair? It's kinda uncomfortable..
Eiji: .. You really are stupid.
Eiji: HOW COULD YOU FORGET WHAT HAPPENED LIKE A SECOND AGO?
Shun: *screams*
Shun: Please, Guard-san, stop this! I'm scared!
Eiji: DO YOU REALLY THINK I'LL FALL FOR THAT?
Miki: Leave him alone, Eiji-san.
Miki: He's scared, he has no idea what's going on, we won't learn anything from him if he doesn't calm down!
Eiji: It's okay, we can just watch his video later-
Miki: Shut the hell up and listen to me for once, Eiji-san.
Eiji: ...
Eiji: Heh. Do what you think is right then.
Miki: Thank you.
Miki: Now.. You're Ishizu Shun-san, correct? Do you remember that?
Shun: Yes.. Yes, I think I do.
Miki: Okay. What can you say about your life in Milgram? Is it comfortable?
Shun: .. I guess? It's not that different from my apartment anyway.
Miki: Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that your life before Milgram wasn't that good either.
Shun: It's okay, at least I don't feel as lonely as I used to before coming here. Eiko-san and Kei-san talk to me a lot. To be honest, sometimes I feel like they are.. um.. "interested" in me.
Eiji: Of course Kei would be "interested" in you.
Shun: But then I said that I'm taken and Eiko-san left me alone. Kei-san, on the other hand.. didn't.
Eiji: Of course Kei would-
Miki: "Taken".. Huh.
Miki: I apologize for asking this, Ishizu-san.. you probably don't remember, but you've already said that your girlfriend broke up with you.
Miki: However, you still say that you're taken.
Miki: So I wanted to ask.. Are you dating anyone currently?
Shun: I did.. say that?
Shun: My girlfriend..
Shun: Uh.. which one?
(bell rings, machinery sounds)
Eiji: Guard 002, it's time. We'll find out how many girlfriends he had after we watch his video.
Eiji: Seriously, just what do women see in him..
Miki: Wait, but this doesn't make any sense!
Miki: If you were so loyal to your ex-girlfriend, then why would you start dating someone else?
Miki: Please.. try to remember that, Ishizu-san. I just want to understand how your crime went and I feel like that information is important.
Shun: I can't promise anything, uh.. Guard 002-san.
Shun: I'm sure I will forget even this moment soon.
Miki: .. I see.
Miki: Eiji-san, you can start.
Eiji: Thanks for the permission, I guess?
Eiji: Prisoner 003, Shun, sing your sins!
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