Korean Boys and Cosplay
Title: Korean Boys and Cosplay
Author: B2utifulyoebo
Pairing: None
Genre: Comedy
Word count: 1004
Rating: G
Summary: Yoseob's sister bought him the new Pokemon game... Sadly, he forgot to check for the catch.
‘Hello, boys,’ Yoseob’s mother greeted them, smiling sweetly. ‘Yoseob’s upstairs, you know the way,’ she smiled again and it wasn’t hard to see where Yoseob got his looks from.
Earlier that day, Yoseob had texted Adam, Corey and Hyunseung to tell them he had just bought the new pokemon game. The important thing wasn’t that Yoseob had bought the game- though it was exciting. The thing about Pokemon is that you can trade with your friends, and Yoseob wanted to trade with his- only Adam actually owned the game, but the others still wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
They traipsed up the stairs and piled into Yoseob’s room- except it was empty.
‘He’s probably in the toilet,’
Five minutes had passed and Yoseob still hadn’t shown up, the boys got a little concerned. What could possibly be keeping him? He was usually pretty quick to the toilet, considering only Hyunseung took three minutes and managed to restyle his hair almost completely, he should’ve been out in no time.
They descended the stairs again, finding Yoseob’s mother yet again. When they informed her they couldn’t find him, the woman screeched out a string of loud, extremely jarring words in Korean up the stairs. Hyunseung snickered to himself, earning an affectionate pat on the head from the woman.
‘In here!’ Yoseob’s voice came from up the stairs.
They mounted the stairs, again.
‘I swear, if we don’t find him freaking soon I’m going to cry- I hate exercise,’ Hyunseung grumbled as they got to the top.
‘Joseph?’ Adam called, looking around for any sign of the small boy.
‘Help!’ His voice came from a room with a pink label- covered in love hearts- stuck to the door.
The boys tore open the door and froze at what they saw. A group of teenaged girls, about five of them, all chattering away in Korean as a sixth struggled against what appeared to be handcuffs. She was cuffed to a chair in an enormous, black dress and the other girls were doing her hair and putting make up on her. Fake eyelash cases and tubes of mascara were scattered at her feet as she tugged at her bonds with her eyes on them.
‘Guys! Help me!’
‘Joseph? What-what is going on?’ Adam squeaked, staring wide eyed at the girl- Yoseob.
‘My sister bought me the pokemon game and said I needed to do her a favour- now she’s got me trapped! Help!’ The three boys open and closed their mouths like a couple of brain dead barramundi for a few seconds before a hand of iron gripped around each of their wrists.
‘More volunteers!’ One called, Hyunseung recognised as Yoseob’s older sister. She grinned like an evil mastermind.
Come to think of it, she probably was the evil mastermind.
All three were thrust into chairs and secured in place with fluffy, pink hand-cuffs. Before Corey could be cuffed to his chair, he jumped to his feet and yelled, sprinting from the room too fast for anyone to catch. They didn’t catch what he said as he went, but all three boys could easily guess what the general gist was.
Both Adam and Hyunseung tried following suit, but were too late, as they had already been cuffed to the seats. Clearly, they were not as quick thinking as Corey. Both remaining boys looked at each other in horror, and then over to Yoseob. It was horrifying to know he was their future, as he was currently having something forced up his nose as he jabbered away in Korean- it sounded suspiciously like he was begging for mercy.
‘Noona, please let us go- you’ve had your fun, I’m all dressed up! Can’t we leave now?’
‘Nope, we’re not done! We’re gonna dress you guys up as the characters from Chobits! You’re Freya- it’s gonna be really cute,’ The girl replied cheerfully, pinning a cat ear onto the wig on top of his head.
‘Wouldn’t it be more fun if you dressed up as them?’ Yoseob whined, trying to blow strands of hair from his face.
‘We’re entering a competition, we’ve already done our own entry so now we’re entering you guys!’ She laughed, pinching her brother’s cheek.
Adam had been forced into a white dress- bright red accents, his face completely foundationised and his eyes lined in what felt like mud. And Hyunseung was wearing a pink genie-like outfit, completely bright and floaty, he had blush and eye-shadow applied, the eyeliner was about to touch his lids. Just as this was happening, the door swung open.
Another boy was standing in the doorway. He was Korean, judging from the container of orange and red kimchi in his right hand- Yoseob’s mum always forced kimchi on exchange students from Korea. His eyes were wide and his jaw slack as he took in the sight before him. Three teenaged boys held captive by a bunch of girls and wearing dresses.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, a snort of laughter came from him and he smacked the door frame with his hand in an attempt to hold it in. The three made up boys shared a look and started straining against their handcuffs, hopeful for release.
‘Doojoon, help us!’ Yoseob yelled, Adam and Hyunseung both nodded at him, realising that he was a possible ally.
However, Doojoon didn’t particularly want to help.
The boy had pulled out his phone and was still laughing to himself as the girls giggled and stuck poses for him. It took the boys a minute longer to figure out what he was doing. Maybe he was calling the authorities to get Yoseob’s crazy sister locked up? No- surely he wasn’t- that’s not even possible.
There was no way in hell Doojoon was taking a photo of them. Not in dresses, made up and completely humiliated. No way in hell.
Ok, so he was.
‘Doojoon, I’m going to kill you!’ Yoseob screeched upon realisation.
‘This is so going on twitter- smile, Yoseob!’
Author: B2utifulyoebo
Pairing: None
Genre: Comedy
Word count: 1004
Rating: G
Summary: Yoseob's sister bought him the new Pokemon game... Sadly, he forgot to check for the catch.
‘Hello, boys,’ Yoseob’s mother greeted them, smiling sweetly. ‘Yoseob’s upstairs, you know the way,’ she smiled again and it wasn’t hard to see where Yoseob got his looks from.
Earlier that day, Yoseob had texted Adam, Corey and Hyunseung to tell them he had just bought the new pokemon game. The important thing wasn’t that Yoseob had bought the game- though it was exciting. The thing about Pokemon is that you can trade with your friends, and Yoseob wanted to trade with his- only Adam actually owned the game, but the others still wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
They traipsed up the stairs and piled into Yoseob’s room- except it was empty.
‘He’s probably in the toilet,’
Five minutes had passed and Yoseob still hadn’t shown up, the boys got a little concerned. What could possibly be keeping him? He was usually pretty quick to the toilet, considering only Hyunseung took three minutes and managed to restyle his hair almost completely, he should’ve been out in no time.
They descended the stairs again, finding Yoseob’s mother yet again. When they informed her they couldn’t find him, the woman screeched out a string of loud, extremely jarring words in Korean up the stairs. Hyunseung snickered to himself, earning an affectionate pat on the head from the woman.
‘In here!’ Yoseob’s voice came from up the stairs.
They mounted the stairs, again.
‘I swear, if we don’t find him freaking soon I’m going to cry- I hate exercise,’ Hyunseung grumbled as they got to the top.
‘Joseph?’ Adam called, looking around for any sign of the small boy.
‘Help!’ His voice came from a room with a pink label- covered in love hearts- stuck to the door.
The boys tore open the door and froze at what they saw. A group of teenaged girls, about five of them, all chattering away in Korean as a sixth struggled against what appeared to be handcuffs. She was cuffed to a chair in an enormous, black dress and the other girls were doing her hair and putting make up on her. Fake eyelash cases and tubes of mascara were scattered at her feet as she tugged at her bonds with her eyes on them.
‘Guys! Help me!’
‘Joseph? What-what is going on?’ Adam squeaked, staring wide eyed at the girl- Yoseob.
‘My sister bought me the pokemon game and said I needed to do her a favour- now she’s got me trapped! Help!’ The three boys open and closed their mouths like a couple of brain dead barramundi for a few seconds before a hand of iron gripped around each of their wrists.
‘More volunteers!’ One called, Hyunseung recognised as Yoseob’s older sister. She grinned like an evil mastermind.
Come to think of it, she probably was the evil mastermind.
All three were thrust into chairs and secured in place with fluffy, pink hand-cuffs. Before Corey could be cuffed to his chair, he jumped to his feet and yelled, sprinting from the room too fast for anyone to catch. They didn’t catch what he said as he went, but all three boys could easily guess what the general gist was.
Both Adam and Hyunseung tried following suit, but were too late, as they had already been cuffed to the seats. Clearly, they were not as quick thinking as Corey. Both remaining boys looked at each other in horror, and then over to Yoseob. It was horrifying to know he was their future, as he was currently having something forced up his nose as he jabbered away in Korean- it sounded suspiciously like he was begging for mercy.
‘Noona, please let us go- you’ve had your fun, I’m all dressed up! Can’t we leave now?’
‘Nope, we’re not done! We’re gonna dress you guys up as the characters from Chobits! You’re Freya- it’s gonna be really cute,’ The girl replied cheerfully, pinning a cat ear onto the wig on top of his head.
‘Wouldn’t it be more fun if you dressed up as them?’ Yoseob whined, trying to blow strands of hair from his face.
‘We’re entering a competition, we’ve already done our own entry so now we’re entering you guys!’ She laughed, pinching her brother’s cheek.
Adam had been forced into a white dress- bright red accents, his face completely foundationised and his eyes lined in what felt like mud. And Hyunseung was wearing a pink genie-like outfit, completely bright and floaty, he had blush and eye-shadow applied, the eyeliner was about to touch his lids. Just as this was happening, the door swung open.
Another boy was standing in the doorway. He was Korean, judging from the container of orange and red kimchi in his right hand- Yoseob’s mum always forced kimchi on exchange students from Korea. His eyes were wide and his jaw slack as he took in the sight before him. Three teenaged boys held captive by a bunch of girls and wearing dresses.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, a snort of laughter came from him and he smacked the door frame with his hand in an attempt to hold it in. The three made up boys shared a look and started straining against their handcuffs, hopeful for release.
‘Doojoon, help us!’ Yoseob yelled, Adam and Hyunseung both nodded at him, realising that he was a possible ally.
However, Doojoon didn’t particularly want to help.
The boy had pulled out his phone and was still laughing to himself as the girls giggled and stuck poses for him. It took the boys a minute longer to figure out what he was doing. Maybe he was calling the authorities to get Yoseob’s crazy sister locked up? No- surely he wasn’t- that’s not even possible.
There was no way in hell Doojoon was taking a photo of them. Not in dresses, made up and completely humiliated. No way in hell.
Ok, so he was.
‘Doojoon, I’m going to kill you!’ Yoseob screeched upon realisation.
‘This is so going on twitter- smile, Yoseob!’