[one shot] Cut!
Title: cut!
Author:4d_artbitch
Genre: crack.
Pairing: donghyun/kwangmin, youngmin/minwoo, hyunseong/jeongmin
Warnings: unbetaed. because this's way too plotless xD please forgive any typos & awkward grammar /bows.
summary: unrevealed scenes of Boyfriends' mPick. you should've watched THIS before understand what am i babbling about in this :D
so, this is my very first attemp to write boyfriend fic. i'm kinda new at this fandom :x i hope this is not to OOC then./nervous. uhm, please enjoy~^^
“Would you like something to drink?” Donghyun flips the menu open in front of his very first customers of the day, the girls giggling even when he just started to speak. “any suggestion menu?” one of the girl asking shyly, covering her mouth with her shiny manicured fingers. “hmm since the weather is hot, i suggest you an ice crushed frap.. fart... ice cream fart? Who in the hell did put this kind of name on the menu?” “cut!”
--
“where is table 210?” “beside the 209th table”
“wow so smart hyung” Kwangmin deadpans. His arms start to feel uncomfortably numb from holding the tray of two cups of ice tea for 20 minutes.
“ahaaa” the lead singer continues wiping the cashier machine with something that looks like Minwoo’s plushy slipper. Kwangmin is just would like to argue with his hyung some more before the maknae passes by.
“Minwoo, do you know table 210?”
“where is table 213?” the maknae asks instead.
“213 is there” Kwangmin points immediately.
“you tells him position of table 213 but don’t know a thing about where exactly the table 210 is?” Hyunseong raises an eyebrow.
“you know what, this reminds me something” Jeongmin pops up from nowhere, grinning. “the night when Donghyun hyung was making out with this Kwangmin here on our coffee table, they thought we can’t heard those moa-“
“cut cut!” the pd noona yells behind the cameraman.
--
“hey, a guest just came, you’re not allowed to eat!”
“hyung, what are we. Robots? Sheesh.” Donghyun frowns as he tells the boss in the way of explaining to kindergarten that one plus one is two.
“yeah” Jeongmin adds, just because he needs more part of the short episodes of their mpick.
“okay hyung see you later, we need to finish this pile of diabetes in peace”
“yeah, in peace” echoes Jeongmin.
“wait, aren’t they supposed to be the innocent and cute idol or something like that?” the cafe's owner massaging his temple slowly. He didn’t know when mpick staff asked his permission to raise a rookie boyband it means he should be dealing with these rebel teenagers.
“oh, are we?” Donghyun stops chewing his waffle, looking at the pd noona with innocent eyes that can’t palm off upon anybody.
“are we?” Jeongmin again.
“stop repeating my words jeoungmin-ah”
“my words?”
“....idiot”
“oh, no need to proclaim yourself hyung. We all already know” Jeongmin licks his spoon, smiling sweetly at the older.
A big sigh from pd noona.
“cut”
--
“at home, Youngmin hyung likes swearing. He swears a lot and corrupting Minwoo’s innocence” Kwangmin informs the camera.
“I'm not” the older twin blinking back from his half-finished coffee, throwing a look to the younger.
“yes you are”
“do not”
“someone mentioned my name?” Minwoo wanders into the sight, holding an almost empty tray carefully before placing it on the table. Youngmin smiles at his boyfriend. “hi bab... HOLLY SHIT FUCKING PINK MARSHMALLOW SWIMMING IN THE HAN RIVER. SHIT SHIT SHIT” Youngmin sways his right hand wildly, groaning and fussing over the sink to wash his burned finger.
His coffee has spilled out from its cup and now covering half of his white apron.
“....what was that?” Minwoo makes an :O face.
“cut, cut!”
--
“this is brazil santos number two”
“ooh, thanks, Donghyun ah” k-will accepts the black liquid from Donghyun’s hand, carefully sniffs a cup of suspicious object in his hand before frowning lightly to the younger.
“the smell is strong.. you sure this is brazil santos number two?” he ask, earning a raised eyebrow from Donghyun.
“positive, hyung. Now enjoy. That’s sweet, i added lot of sugar” the younger smiles before bows and leaves quietly.
“.. since when he use the manner?” k-will frowns, but drinks the coffee nonetheless.
15 minutes passes and pd noona is almost tearing up of relief that washing through his system because finally, for once, the kids don’t ruin the script. that, until k-will suddenly moans and clutches his stomach hard. His eyes frantic as his yell could be heard through the whole cafe.
“where is the toilet? Shit. GODAMNIT! KIM DONGHYUN YOU WILL PAY OF ALL OF THIS!! I SWEAR YOU ARE SO DEAD”
“….”
The pd noona stammers, looking around for a doraemon’s magic door, or a rewind button, or a knife to kill himself with.
--
“what kind of ingredients are these?” they all eyeing the cake and the bunch of everything on the plates beside it. Carrots, lemons, grapes, tomatoes, paprika.. In the other hand, Minwoo seems like doing an eye staring match with paprika.
“i don’t like paprika” he pouts upside down over the cruel red veggies.
“awww my baby you don’t have to eat them..” Youngmin beams at the youngest, patting his head. “we just have to pull this inside the cake, who knows Hyunseong hyung wouldn’t recognize it and eat it, considering the brain of his...”
“i can hear you” Hyunseong facepalms at the background.
“I've found the worst member to be punished.” The birthday boy gives a resolute nod to the camera.
“those lovey dovey couples don’t bother about your lame tantrum you know” Jeongmin murmurs, not looking up from the portable mirror he’s holding in his hand and starts inspecting his curly hair, reassuring that the style is perfect as ever.
“I'm tired of this miserable live of mine.” Hyunseong sighs as Kwangmin starts to draw pikachu in his cake. Donghyun slides his arm around Kwangmin and pulls him closer, earning a surprised gasp from the younger. The pikachu now has a long mustache across its face.
“h-hyung! You ruined my pikachu!” Kwangmin is almost hysterical.
“oh, no no! I’m not ruining it. look baby, your pikachu now has a butterfly descends upon his cute little nose” Donghyun says immediately, almost panicky, drawing some longer lines of chocolate pasta onto the yellow electric doll and slowly forming it into something he proclaimed as a butterfly. It looks more like an ugly big mutant caterpillar with four legs,though. Kwangmin sniffles. Looks beyond overwhelming with happiness as he carefully inspecting the masterpiece mess in front of him.
“hyung” he turns to look at his leader at the eye. ”i lub you”
Hyunseong is quite ultimately sure the grin that appears on Donghyun’s face is about to break across to his earlobes.
“they need to stop being so corny” he makes a gagging noises
“and they suspect that we are dating” Jeongmin scoffs loudly, flips his mirror shut and slides it inside his pocket.
“yeah, those pabbo. We are NOT dating”
“definitely.”
“yeah”
“i know right”
“cut”
--
The pd noona blinks slowly , yawning from her seat at the back. Dark circle under her eyes are telling everybody how tired she is.
“cut” she mumbles.
“oh, i thought you didn’t say it’s time to record already?” the cameraman flips the cover of his camera open, staring at a miserable girl infront of him.
“oh” she replies and nods blankly. Slowly slumps deeper onto the chair as she tries to get some sleep.
--
“hyung, can you just make an effect like on the matrix film so that we look like eating this cake happily?” Hyunseong looks at the cameraman, his expression blank.
The cameraman sighs. “what’s now?”
“I'm on diet” he answers flatly, before nudges the white creamed cake with a frog, practically harassing the pikachu by chunks half of its head out. He is so dead when Kwangmin figures it out. But Kwangmin’s not on a diet. This is unfair. Live is unfair. HIS live is unfair.
“you are not fat” Jeongmin flashes him a smile.
“and why is that, Mr. Perfect”
“because i said so” he says lightly, still smiling.
“but i AM fat. I can even feel my jean is betraying me.” Hyunseong insist.
“your jeans”
“yeah,this’s too tight”
“really”
“well…”
--
20 minutes later.
Pd noona is slowly drifting off and (finally) will gotta get a proper sleep. Or not.
“noona, can we have another cake? I need to make another pikachu” Kwangmin pokes her side to get her attention.
Minwoo rushes back from the rest room to continue decorating his cake.
“hyung” he nudges the hem of Youngmin’s shirt lightly.
“hmm?”
“i heard strange noises in the toilet. Is that ghost or something?” he wonders.
“Lee Jeongmin and Shim Hyunseong! Stop making out in the toilet, i need to pee!!” it’s definitely Donghyun’s voice, echoes from somewhere in the building.
“ARRRRGGH SHUUUT UUUUUUUUP!” the noona explodes. --
an: i'm ok with silent reader, but if you choose to dropping by and say hi or something i couldn't be more grateful than that. ^3^
Author:4d_artbitch
Genre: crack.
Pairing: donghyun/kwangmin, youngmin/minwoo, hyunseong/jeongmin
Warnings: unbetaed. because this's way too plotless xD please forgive any typos & awkward grammar /bows.
summary: unrevealed scenes of Boyfriends' mPick. you should've watched THIS before understand what am i babbling about in this :D
so, this is my very first attemp to write boyfriend fic. i'm kinda new at this fandom :x i hope this is not to OOC then./nervous. uhm, please enjoy~^^
“Would you like something to drink?” Donghyun flips the menu open in front of his very first customers of the day, the girls giggling even when he just started to speak. “any suggestion menu?” one of the girl asking shyly, covering her mouth with her shiny manicured fingers. “hmm since the weather is hot, i suggest you an ice crushed frap.. fart... ice cream fart? Who in the hell did put this kind of name on the menu?” “cut!”
--
“where is table 210?” “beside the 209th table”
“wow so smart hyung” Kwangmin deadpans. His arms start to feel uncomfortably numb from holding the tray of two cups of ice tea for 20 minutes.
“ahaaa” the lead singer continues wiping the cashier machine with something that looks like Minwoo’s plushy slipper. Kwangmin is just would like to argue with his hyung some more before the maknae passes by.
“Minwoo, do you know table 210?”
“where is table 213?” the maknae asks instead.
“213 is there” Kwangmin points immediately.
“you tells him position of table 213 but don’t know a thing about where exactly the table 210 is?” Hyunseong raises an eyebrow.
“you know what, this reminds me something” Jeongmin pops up from nowhere, grinning. “the night when Donghyun hyung was making out with this Kwangmin here on our coffee table, they thought we can’t heard those moa-“
“cut cut!” the pd noona yells behind the cameraman.
--
“hey, a guest just came, you’re not allowed to eat!”
“hyung, what are we. Robots? Sheesh.” Donghyun frowns as he tells the boss in the way of explaining to kindergarten that one plus one is two.
“yeah” Jeongmin adds, just because he needs more part of the short episodes of their mpick.
“okay hyung see you later, we need to finish this pile of diabetes in peace”
“yeah, in peace” echoes Jeongmin.
“wait, aren’t they supposed to be the innocent and cute idol or something like that?” the cafe's owner massaging his temple slowly. He didn’t know when mpick staff asked his permission to raise a rookie boyband it means he should be dealing with these rebel teenagers.
“oh, are we?” Donghyun stops chewing his waffle, looking at the pd noona with innocent eyes that can’t palm off upon anybody.
“are we?” Jeongmin again.
“stop repeating my words jeoungmin-ah”
“my words?”
“....idiot”
“oh, no need to proclaim yourself hyung. We all already know” Jeongmin licks his spoon, smiling sweetly at the older.
A big sigh from pd noona.
“cut”
--
“at home, Youngmin hyung likes swearing. He swears a lot and corrupting Minwoo’s innocence” Kwangmin informs the camera.
“I'm not” the older twin blinking back from his half-finished coffee, throwing a look to the younger.
“yes you are”
“do not”
“someone mentioned my name?” Minwoo wanders into the sight, holding an almost empty tray carefully before placing it on the table. Youngmin smiles at his boyfriend. “hi bab... HOLLY SHIT FUCKING PINK MARSHMALLOW SWIMMING IN THE HAN RIVER. SHIT SHIT SHIT” Youngmin sways his right hand wildly, groaning and fussing over the sink to wash his burned finger.
His coffee has spilled out from its cup and now covering half of his white apron.
“....what was that?” Minwoo makes an :O face.
“cut, cut!”
--
“this is brazil santos number two”
“ooh, thanks, Donghyun ah” k-will accepts the black liquid from Donghyun’s hand, carefully sniffs a cup of suspicious object in his hand before frowning lightly to the younger.
“the smell is strong.. you sure this is brazil santos number two?” he ask, earning a raised eyebrow from Donghyun.
“positive, hyung. Now enjoy. That’s sweet, i added lot of sugar” the younger smiles before bows and leaves quietly.
“.. since when he use the manner?” k-will frowns, but drinks the coffee nonetheless.
15 minutes passes and pd noona is almost tearing up of relief that washing through his system because finally, for once, the kids don’t ruin the script. that, until k-will suddenly moans and clutches his stomach hard. His eyes frantic as his yell could be heard through the whole cafe.
“where is the toilet? Shit. GODAMNIT! KIM DONGHYUN YOU WILL PAY OF ALL OF THIS!! I SWEAR YOU ARE SO DEAD”
“….”
The pd noona stammers, looking around for a doraemon’s magic door, or a rewind button, or a knife to kill himself with.
--
“what kind of ingredients are these?” they all eyeing the cake and the bunch of everything on the plates beside it. Carrots, lemons, grapes, tomatoes, paprika.. In the other hand, Minwoo seems like doing an eye staring match with paprika.
“i don’t like paprika” he pouts upside down over the cruel red veggies.
“awww my baby you don’t have to eat them..” Youngmin beams at the youngest, patting his head. “we just have to pull this inside the cake, who knows Hyunseong hyung wouldn’t recognize it and eat it, considering the brain of his...”
“i can hear you” Hyunseong facepalms at the background.
“I've found the worst member to be punished.” The birthday boy gives a resolute nod to the camera.
“those lovey dovey couples don’t bother about your lame tantrum you know” Jeongmin murmurs, not looking up from the portable mirror he’s holding in his hand and starts inspecting his curly hair, reassuring that the style is perfect as ever.
“I'm tired of this miserable live of mine.” Hyunseong sighs as Kwangmin starts to draw pikachu in his cake. Donghyun slides his arm around Kwangmin and pulls him closer, earning a surprised gasp from the younger. The pikachu now has a long mustache across its face.
“h-hyung! You ruined my pikachu!” Kwangmin is almost hysterical.
“oh, no no! I’m not ruining it. look baby, your pikachu now has a butterfly descends upon his cute little nose” Donghyun says immediately, almost panicky, drawing some longer lines of chocolate pasta onto the yellow electric doll and slowly forming it into something he proclaimed as a butterfly. It looks more like an ugly big mutant caterpillar with four legs,though. Kwangmin sniffles. Looks beyond overwhelming with happiness as he carefully inspecting the masterpiece mess in front of him.
“hyung” he turns to look at his leader at the eye. ”i lub you”
Hyunseong is quite ultimately sure the grin that appears on Donghyun’s face is about to break across to his earlobes.
“they need to stop being so corny” he makes a gagging noises
“and they suspect that we are dating” Jeongmin scoffs loudly, flips his mirror shut and slides it inside his pocket.
“yeah, those pabbo. We are NOT dating”
“definitely.”
“yeah”
“i know right”
“cut”
--
The pd noona blinks slowly , yawning from her seat at the back. Dark circle under her eyes are telling everybody how tired she is.
“cut” she mumbles.
“oh, i thought you didn’t say it’s time to record already?” the cameraman flips the cover of his camera open, staring at a miserable girl infront of him.
“oh” she replies and nods blankly. Slowly slumps deeper onto the chair as she tries to get some sleep.
--
“hyung, can you just make an effect like on the matrix film so that we look like eating this cake happily?” Hyunseong looks at the cameraman, his expression blank.
The cameraman sighs. “what’s now?”
“I'm on diet” he answers flatly, before nudges the white creamed cake with a frog, practically harassing the pikachu by chunks half of its head out. He is so dead when Kwangmin figures it out. But Kwangmin’s not on a diet. This is unfair. Live is unfair. HIS live is unfair.
“you are not fat” Jeongmin flashes him a smile.
“and why is that, Mr. Perfect”
“because i said so” he says lightly, still smiling.
“but i AM fat. I can even feel my jean is betraying me.” Hyunseong insist.
“your jeans”
“yeah,this’s too tight”
“really”
“well…”
--
20 minutes later.
Pd noona is slowly drifting off and (finally) will gotta get a proper sleep. Or not.
“noona, can we have another cake? I need to make another pikachu” Kwangmin pokes her side to get her attention.
Minwoo rushes back from the rest room to continue decorating his cake.
“hyung” he nudges the hem of Youngmin’s shirt lightly.
“hmm?”
“i heard strange noises in the toilet. Is that ghost or something?” he wonders.
“Lee Jeongmin and Shim Hyunseong! Stop making out in the toilet, i need to pee!!” it’s definitely Donghyun’s voice, echoes from somewhere in the building.
“ARRRRGGH SHUUUT UUUUUUUUP!” the noona explodes. --
an: i'm ok with silent reader, but if you choose to dropping by and say hi or something i couldn't be more grateful than that. ^3^
