107.
very old; originally posted at fandom_mule
They're doing a photoshoot for the new album, and for some reason, the three of them are around a grand dining table, Yesung and Ryeowook at each end and Kyuhyun in the middle. His plate? Basically the candleholder.
"We want you to look close without physically having to be so. Closeness in the mind, you know?" the photographer tries to explain, but Kyuhyun's eyes are glazed over, and Ryeowook and Yesung are finding their clothes uncomfortably tight in unusual places. Yesung tries to subtly undo a wedgie.
"How does that even work," Yesung whispers furiously, and Ryeowook shrugs.
"Just do what the say," Ryeowook says idly as he smooths down Yesung's collar.
So they're spread out on what, the 10ft long table, and Kyuhyun wonders how they managed to find a tree that tall, and if he can eat candles. He probably could, but he also idly wonders if food will magically appear on the golden plates in front of Yesung and Ryeowook. And if he lunges to grab a bread roll (that won't contain too much oil to displease Sungmin, at least) and stuff it in his mouth. But he takes a determined sip of water instead.
"You have to look at each other," the photographer snaps, and Kyuhyun looks up from the mesmerising glow of candles. "Otherwise people will wonder if you're even in the same group."
Oh. Kyuhyun turns back to the candles, hoping his absent-minded smile will please the photographer. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Ryeowook has a smirk on, and Yesung's scowling.
"Yesung?" the photographer prompts, and Yesung mechanically smiles. There are a few flashes of light, and Ryeowook's smirk only grows, and now Kyuhyun's watching him too, curious.
Give it, Yesung mouths, and Ryeowook shakes his head.
Ryeowook grins, toothily, and Kyuhyun notices with a shock that Ryeowook has a dimple. Ryeowook, eternal magnae Ryeowook has a dimple and Kyuhyun turns stony. He doesn't know what to think, but by the way Yesung's pouting, this isn't meant to be good.
GIVE IT! Yesung mouths forcefully when the photographer is preoccupied, and Ryeowook keeps grinning.
No.
And Ryeowook opens his mouth - Kyuhyun has a moment to consider why - revealing the grape drop.
Kyuhyun's ready to crush Ryeowook at this point.
Food, Ryeowook has FOOD, and now the universe is undeniably unfair. Ryeowook isn't being served candles for a mock-dinner and he has actual SUGAR. Kyuhyun meets Yesung's eye, and Yesung's hands inch closer, a tiny bit forward, before a brisk voice snaps him back.
"Yesung, please place your hand back," the photographer says, and Yesung, tail between legs, withdraws it, scowling darkly. His stomach rumbles audibly, and Kyuhyun's gives a weak response. Ryeowook chooses to crunch on the grape drop loudly, and the other two give him Looks of Death. He gives a who, me? look before the photographer snaps it and praises him on the smile. "Very nice Ryeowook, now if only these two would follow your example."
Yesung and Kyuhyun are counting down the minutes left until they're alone with that stupid, sugar-eating boy.
They're doing a photoshoot for the new album, and for some reason, the three of them are around a grand dining table, Yesung and Ryeowook at each end and Kyuhyun in the middle. His plate? Basically the candleholder.
"We want you to look close without physically having to be so. Closeness in the mind, you know?" the photographer tries to explain, but Kyuhyun's eyes are glazed over, and Ryeowook and Yesung are finding their clothes uncomfortably tight in unusual places. Yesung tries to subtly undo a wedgie.
"How does that even work," Yesung whispers furiously, and Ryeowook shrugs.
"Just do what the say," Ryeowook says idly as he smooths down Yesung's collar.
So they're spread out on what, the 10ft long table, and Kyuhyun wonders how they managed to find a tree that tall, and if he can eat candles. He probably could, but he also idly wonders if food will magically appear on the golden plates in front of Yesung and Ryeowook. And if he lunges to grab a bread roll (that won't contain too much oil to displease Sungmin, at least) and stuff it in his mouth. But he takes a determined sip of water instead.
"You have to look at each other," the photographer snaps, and Kyuhyun looks up from the mesmerising glow of candles. "Otherwise people will wonder if you're even in the same group."
Oh. Kyuhyun turns back to the candles, hoping his absent-minded smile will please the photographer. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Ryeowook has a smirk on, and Yesung's scowling.
"Yesung?" the photographer prompts, and Yesung mechanically smiles. There are a few flashes of light, and Ryeowook's smirk only grows, and now Kyuhyun's watching him too, curious.
Give it, Yesung mouths, and Ryeowook shakes his head.
Ryeowook grins, toothily, and Kyuhyun notices with a shock that Ryeowook has a dimple. Ryeowook, eternal magnae Ryeowook has a dimple and Kyuhyun turns stony. He doesn't know what to think, but by the way Yesung's pouting, this isn't meant to be good.
GIVE IT! Yesung mouths forcefully when the photographer is preoccupied, and Ryeowook keeps grinning.
No.
And Ryeowook opens his mouth - Kyuhyun has a moment to consider why - revealing the grape drop.
Kyuhyun's ready to crush Ryeowook at this point.
Food, Ryeowook has FOOD, and now the universe is undeniably unfair. Ryeowook isn't being served candles for a mock-dinner and he has actual SUGAR. Kyuhyun meets Yesung's eye, and Yesung's hands inch closer, a tiny bit forward, before a brisk voice snaps him back.
"Yesung, please place your hand back," the photographer says, and Yesung, tail between legs, withdraws it, scowling darkly. His stomach rumbles audibly, and Kyuhyun's gives a weak response. Ryeowook chooses to crunch on the grape drop loudly, and the other two give him Looks of Death. He gives a who, me? look before the photographer snaps it and praises him on the smile. "Very nice Ryeowook, now if only these two would follow your example."
Yesung and Kyuhyun are counting down the minutes left until they're alone with that stupid, sugar-eating boy.