Word Count: 392
Summary: Baekhyun is a watermelon waiting for someone to enjoy his delicious juices. (inspired by this pic)
Only a few more days and then someone would finally eat him. Baekhyun smiled to himself as the farmer plucked him out of the field and put him in the cart with the other watermelon set for the market.
It had always been Baekhyun’s dream to be eaten and enjoyed by someone. He tried so hard to grow up to be a beautiful delicious watermelon and soon, hopefully, all his hard work would pay off.
Baekhyun let the lull of the car ride to the market put him to sleep. When he woke up, he was on display, in the bin with all the other watermelons.
“Ooooo, hyung, this looks delicious. Can we get it?”
Baekhyun was picked up and carefully checked. He was hit a few times and then carefully placed into the cart. He smiled as he was bought and taken home to be eaten soon.
It barely registered when they cut him open, the knife just slicing right through to get at his juicy center.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung! Is that watermelon? Can I have some?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Just wait until I’m done cutting it up for you.”
Baekhyun smiled as he was split into many little pieces, each piece dripping with his delicious juices. As he was set on a plate and taken into the living room, Baekhyun smiled, chilling and waiting for someone to eat him.
The first poke of a fork into his juicy tender insides had Baekhyun shivering in anticipation. The first bite, teeth sinking in, had him whimpering quietly. Being eaten was better than anything Baekhyun could have dreamed of.
“Mmmm…” Sehun smiled as Kyungsoo. “This is a delicious watermelon.”
“I picked it out!” Chanyeol exclaimed as he waved his own forkful of watermelon around.
“Put that down before you poke someone’s eyes out.” Joonmyun frowned as he ate a piece of watermelon. Some of the juice ran down his chin. Kyungsoo reached up to wipe it away.
“Ooo…watermelon!” Jongin came over, followed by Jongdae, Yixing, Zitao, and Minseok. Everyone grabbed a fork and dug in.
Baekhyun felt like he was in heaven. So many people were enjoying him, more than he could ever dream about.
So this is my purpose in life…it was a good purpose. Baekhyun smiled as the last piece was eaten and he was gone…now delicious mush inside people’s stomachs.
A/N: Subaek play on the word for watermelon (수박)
Title: Lemon Boy
Word Count: 303
Summary: Joonmyun is a lemon who's a bit afraid of sharing his juices. (inspired by this pic)
Joonmyun felt the sun shining brightly on him and smiled. It was bound to be another good day, just hanging in the tree and soaking in the sun. It had only been a few days since he had first sprouted and it might be a bit too soon for him to leave but the farmer had plucked younger lemons than him.
He wiggled on the branch as a breeze blew through the leaves, bringing the scent of lemons and the flowers that grew on the tree.
It was just a few days later when Joonmyun was plucked from the tree and set off to the market.
Joonmyun sat in the same space as the other lemons, waiting for someone to pick him and take him home.
He sat waiting and waiting until someone decided to pick him along with a bunch of other lemons.
Joonmyun waited to see what would happen. His eyes widened when he saw the cutting board and knife. He knew this would happen to him but he didn't realize the knife would be so sharp.
Joonmyun froze as he was cut in half. And then a pointy thing was poked right into him as someone squeezed all his juices out.
Joonmyun watched a bit forlornly as his juices were mixed with the other lemons and other ingredients added.
“Ooooo is that lemonade?” Baekhyun grinned as he grabbed a glass from Kyungsoo. “Mmm…delicious.”
Joonmyun froze. “Delicious? He thinks my juice is delicious?”
He felt something rising inside and realized it was pride and happiness. He watched as the rest of his juices was consumed by various people: Jongin, Sehun, Chanyeol, Zitao, Luhan, Yixing, and Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun lay in the trash, slowly rotting away but the memory of people enjoying his juices was the last thought he had as he died.
A/N: all of this was written at like 4AM so yeah...yeah...