and then this other time...
rating: pg-13
pairings: none
wc: 326
lightning sequel/remix/whatever to my chingu mirroredsparrow's superiorly funny drabble so this one time... please read it so this will actually make sense.
everyone is mean and awful to each other forever: the series.
Composing on his laptop is a poor substitute for full studio capabilities, but there's something intimate about it that Wonshik still enjoys over the industialness of the Jellyfish building. Headphones on and volume up, it's easy to immerse himself in beats and carefully placed synth notes, forgetting about the world outside the privacy of his tiny room.
"Soooo, your cousin, huh?"
"God dammit."
Unfortunately, the outside world knows how to open doors and settles uninvited next to him, resting his chin on Wonshik's shoulder. Sanghyuk nudges his headphones back with his fingers, and Wonshik can tell he's about to do that cool thing where he gets bored and makes a deliberate attempt to be obnoxious as possible.
"Isn't that a little, you know..." He scrunches his nose in search of the proper term. "I dunno, messed up?"
"Fuck right off, maknae."
"I live here." He presses his mouth right up to Wonshik's ear, dropping his voice low. "Was he hot?"
Wonshik shuts his laptop with a snap and stands. It's his own fault and he knows it, knows he brought this on himself, but Taekwoon is bigger and stronger and scarier and Sanghyuk is just asking for it. He steps out to where the other members are scattered around the living room and clears his throat.
"You guys remember the other day when Hyuk was chugging water nonstop?"
Behind him, Wonshik can practically hear the color drain from Sanghyuk's face.
"Hyung, I'm sorry," he says quickly, suddenly about two octaves higher than normal.
"Later that night he was jerking off in our room because he thought I was asleep--"
"Hyung, don't, pl--"
"--and he accidentally pissed himself when he came."
"HYUNG!"
Taekwoon removes an ear bud and looks up from the couch.
"Is that why he was doing laundry at two in the morning?" he asks, and Wonshik feels just a little bit vindicated by the quiet, humiliated sobbing that punctuates the silence that follows.
"So," Hongbin says cheerfully, tossing his pillow and comforter down next to Wonshik's, "I guess we're roommates now."
pairings: none
wc: 326
lightning sequel/remix/whatever to my chingu mirroredsparrow's superiorly funny drabble so this one time... please read it so this will actually make sense.
everyone is mean and awful to each other forever: the series.
Composing on his laptop is a poor substitute for full studio capabilities, but there's something intimate about it that Wonshik still enjoys over the industialness of the Jellyfish building. Headphones on and volume up, it's easy to immerse himself in beats and carefully placed synth notes, forgetting about the world outside the privacy of his tiny room.
"Soooo, your cousin, huh?"
"God dammit."
Unfortunately, the outside world knows how to open doors and settles uninvited next to him, resting his chin on Wonshik's shoulder. Sanghyuk nudges his headphones back with his fingers, and Wonshik can tell he's about to do that cool thing where he gets bored and makes a deliberate attempt to be obnoxious as possible.
"Isn't that a little, you know..." He scrunches his nose in search of the proper term. "I dunno, messed up?"
"Fuck right off, maknae."
"I live here." He presses his mouth right up to Wonshik's ear, dropping his voice low. "Was he hot?"
Wonshik shuts his laptop with a snap and stands. It's his own fault and he knows it, knows he brought this on himself, but Taekwoon is bigger and stronger and scarier and Sanghyuk is just asking for it. He steps out to where the other members are scattered around the living room and clears his throat.
"You guys remember the other day when Hyuk was chugging water nonstop?"
Behind him, Wonshik can practically hear the color drain from Sanghyuk's face.
"Hyung, I'm sorry," he says quickly, suddenly about two octaves higher than normal.
"Later that night he was jerking off in our room because he thought I was asleep--"
"Hyung, don't, pl--"
"--and he accidentally pissed himself when he came."
"HYUNG!"
Taekwoon removes an ear bud and looks up from the couch.
"Is that why he was doing laundry at two in the morning?" he asks, and Wonshik feels just a little bit vindicated by the quiet, humiliated sobbing that punctuates the silence that follows.
"So," Hongbin says cheerfully, tossing his pillow and comforter down next to Wonshik's, "I guess we're roommates now."