What If Crabs Think That Fish Can Fly?

“what if crabs think that fish can fly?”

your question is whispered into the darkness of your bedroom — you gazing at the ceiling thoughtfully, while jeonghan curls up beside you.

your boyfriend scrunches his nose at you. “angel, it’s two in the morning,” he murmurs, bleary-eyed.

“is it?” you don’t sound that interested, still preoccupied with your thoughts. “but what if pets name people?” a small gasp, and you turn to face him. “what do you think kkuma named coups?”

“pabo?” he suggests half-heartedly, before poking your forehead. “enough crazy questions, baby. let’s sleep now, okay?”

you stifle a yawn as he drapes an arm around your waist. “they’re not crazy questions, though,” you protest half-heartedly, pulling away to frown at him.

“no, they’re very important questions,” jeonghan agrees, clearly just humouring you so you’ll let him pull you close and guide your head to his chest. “the most important.”

“are you teasing me?” you complain sleepily; he laughs softly, kissing the top of your head.

“maybe a little,” he admits, the corners of his lips lifting into an amused smile. “i guess that’s what happens when you talk about flying crabs at two in the morning.”

you speak into his chest, muffled and slurred with exhaustion. “you just don’t get it, hannie,” you grumble, waving your hands vaguely.

“mm,” jeonghan hums in agreement, his voice softening as he sees your eyes closing. you try to force them open, but he passes a gentle hand over your forehead, breathing a quiet, “just sleep now. goodnight, baby.”

there’s a pause, where he checks that you’ve finally fallen asleep with a fond smile on his face — then kisses your forehead with a soft murmur. “dream only good things, okay?”

an / it’s actually 2am over here. could not sleep and was thinking about whether crabs think that fish can fly because my friends and i were talking about it earlier today 😭 and then this just… appeared. anyway. goodnight!

& how can you be so fine when i --?

i was raised like a proper americanized (half) asian.

holy fuck i did NOT recognize jun in the weibo nylon post and holy fuck idk if i’ve ever been this attracted to him like yes i was aware he was HOT and shit but what the fuck i’m going to scream and tear my hair out

“that one looks like a penis,” you say conversationally.

minghao casts you one, long look from his side of the blanket. “is this not supposed to be romantic?” he questions you, with a suppressed smile playing on his lips.

“yeah, but like. look at it!” you point upward, towards the clouds and fixating on one in particular, that to your gifted, artistic eye, looks a lot like… male genitalia.

your boyfriend bites down on his lip and shakes his head. “what about that one?” he points, changing the subject, because actually he sees where you’re coming from, and he doesn’t want to dwell on it. “it looks like an elephant.”

you gasp, following his finger. “where? i love elephants!”

“there.”

“are you making it up, hao? i can’t see it.”

“it’s right there!”

“where?”

minghao sighs, clicks his tongue, and tugs you carefully so you’re half on top of his chest, with the side of his face pressed to your cheek. “there,” he repeats, softer, as though he hasn’t pulled one of the smoothest moves in the book.

“ohhh.” you look at it, and then sigh disappointedly. “it looks more like a… a camera.”

there’s a short pause. “i’m starting to worry about your eyesight,” he says finally. “look at it! there’s the trunk, and the ears, and — ”

you look at him sideways, as he traces his elephant in the clouds, suddenly struck by how pretty he is — how lucky you are. “okay,” you agree quickly, when you realise he’s waiting for a response. “it’s an elephant.”

your boyfriend sends you a long look. “i can tell that you’re just humouring me.”

“i am,” you admit, unashamedly. “but you love me anyway, right?”

“are you fishing for confessions?”

“it doesn’t hurt to hear it!”

minghao sighs, and gives in as he always does, but he pinches your nose when he says it. “yes, baby. i love you anyway.”

“even if i see penises in the clouds?”

a longer, deeper sigh. “even if you see penises in the clouds.”

an / if u saw the jeonghan drabble i posted like ten mins ago and deleted. no u didn’t. here’s a minghao drabble instead. prompt from here bc writer’s block is insane

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my kitty cat was wandering around going ‘mrrph?” so i was like “in here!” he goes “mrrph!” shoves open my bedroom door with his big round head and FLOPS on me. as in hard enough that he made a little “oof” noise when he did it. followed by a category five purring event. there’s good in this world mr frodo etc