Advent 2015 [backdated week 3]
Title: Advent 2015
Fandoms: (in this part) GOT7, Red Velvet, BTS, f(x),
Pairings: Mark/Bambam, Junior/Youngjae, Seulgi/Joy, Jin/Jungkook, Victoria/Luna,
Rating: overall PG13
A/N: if it takes me any longer to write these it's Christmas 2016 already... -.-"
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13. cats || mark/bambam || bandverse || ~1000w
“Hrnng…Stop it, Coco…”
For once that Mark could sleep in, his puppy had to come and wake him up. Or at least he thought that was Coco who just sniffed and licked the shell of his ear, but turns out to be a honey furred kitty by his shoulder, peering at him with playful eyes.
“Hey, where did you come from? Did the guys come back from their errands already?”
Mark worms an arm from under the covers and gently grabs the kitty, before pushing himself up against the headboard in a swift movement; his first instinct is to bring the pet closer to his face to brush their noses together, but in return for his mushiness he gets his nose bitten. The kitten immediately scampers off as soon as Mark lets go of it with a loud “OW ! ” to bring his now free hands to the offended appendage, sneaking through the ajar bedroom door to hide somewhere in the dorm.
“You little shit…” Mark mutters as he stands up, rubbing his nose absentmindedly. He keeps calling for the cat while walking towards the kitchen, wondering if Coco’s treats could work with it as well..
Shaking the box does have some effect since the kitten comes trotting his way, mewling incessantly, before trying to climb its way up Mark’s unfortunately naked leg. The young man hisses as soon as too many sharp claws prick his skin, and bends down quickly to grab the little tiger and transfer it on the counter.
Meanwhile, Mark and the cat are joined by Coco, who’s yapping up a storm against its foe who, on the other hand, looks like it’s smirking in an human-like way at the white ball of fluff from its elevated position. To avoid being discovered by the human, the furry newcomer demands Mark’s attention, butting its head against his hand, and purring noisily in an attempt to drown Coco’s insistent barking.
Mark falls for the cat’s trap and, as surprised by his puppy’s uncharacteristic behavior as he is, he still finds himself making stupid faces and cooing noises at the kitty. At the pet’s refusal of Coco’s treats, Mark unearths a can of tuna, drains it and sets the content on a plate, watching at and listening amused to the voracious kitten, who all but leaped into the dish and started mewling with each bite.
With tiny smacks of its pink, rough tongue, the kitty ends its meal and jumps fearlessly on the floor, tripping slightly upon landing but acting as if nothing happened. Mark gasps, worried the cat hurt itself, but as soon as he takes a step forward, the pet scurries off, seeking shelter in the meagerly decorated Christmas tree.
Now Mark holds his breath for another reason: what if the cat makes a mess of baubles and artificial pine needles?
He gives Coco a reassuring pat on its head (to comfort himself or the puppy, we don’t know) and cautiously approaches the quivering tree, following with his eyes the patches of light fur moving through the branches, causing the plastic decorations (at least they won’t shatter and cause an even bigger mess) to shake dangerously close to the edge.
The kitten stops moving, looking like a jungle predator as it observes the human from the fake tree branches: it’s Mark’s chance to tackle the feisty pet, and he seizes it…
“Hi hyung, we’re back!” Youngjae calls out upon entering the dorm, him and Yugyeom dragging along the fruit of their morning shopping. Nobody responds, but it doesn’t take them long to find Mark snuggled against the bathroom door, with Coco nestled comfortably in the crook of his arm.
“Hyung?” Youngjae repeats, shaking the elder’s arm cautiously. Mark stirs awake, focusing on the faces in front of him with some effort, but when he finally realizes it’s two of his bandmates he jumps on his feet, eager to tell them about the little terror of a kitten that he found in his bedroom and that he trapped in the bathroom, after it tore apart the Christmas tree in the living room; Yugyeom looks at it with a pout on his face and proceeds to pick up the decorations sulkily.
“A cat?” Youngjae looks mildly concerned, worried about his allergies.
“Don’t worry,” Mark reassures him, “we’ll leave it with some family member or at a shelter.”
“Can I look at it, at least?” Yugyeom asks, back from the living room and with an armful of baubles.
“Sure, but it might sneak out, so I’ll open the door slowly,” the older member warns and, at the other two’s nod, he opens the door inch by inch, keeping an eye and both ears out for now familiar honey colored fur and mischievous meows. All that resonates through the dorm, however, is a scream.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
Inside the bathroom, Bambam is covering his nether regions as he stands in front of the toilet.
“Yoooo!” he exclaims, a mix of embarrassment and playfulness in his voice, “Knock before entering, I’m taking a piss here!”
Mark freezes in his spot, and only after narrowly missing a toilet paper hurled at him does he close the door.
“Didn’t you say there was a cat?” Yugyeom asks, looking around in case he spots another furry creature that isn’t Coco, at the same time as Youngjae pats Mark’s shoulder and says, “You must be tired. Go back sleep! (*)”
Mark is left alone, the other two back in the lounge area, when Bambam leaves the bathroom with a grin on his boyish face.
“Yeah, hyung, it was probably just a dream while you were half asleep,” the vice-maknae states in a comforting tone that sounds fake even to Mark’s ears.
They depart with a pat to Mark’s back, Bambam preceding him. After a few seconds he, too, walks back to the living room, but he can’t shake the feeling he smelled tuna in the thai boy’s breath.
(*) Go back sleep! is purposefully wrong to represent Youngjae's sometimes stilted english (as if mine was any better,lmao)
14. record store || jr./youngjae || record store AU || ~1100w
“A-ha! I knew loverboy was around when I heard the music change. You ain’t slick, Youngjae!”
Youngjae looks up from the computer he was fiddling with in horror, coming face to face with Jackson returning behind the counter with an obnoxiously bright grin and getting all up in Youngjae’s space.
“Shush!” the younger hisses, “and get off me. Don’t you have any shelves to restock?” he asks in an attempt to distract the hyper coworker while checking if anyone--rather, the only customer in the shop, codename “loverboy”-- heard their exchange.
“They were in the same state as we left them yesterday, Jae,” Jackson huffs, making himself comfortable on a spare stool and propping an arm against the counter. “Hello, we are in the 21st century, basically everyone prefers downloading music in more or less legal ways than stepping foot in modest music stores such as this one,” he points out with a sassy shimmy of his head. Ever since the possibility to get music on your device with just a click became widespread, life at the music store became duller: the chimes of the doorbell are few and far in between Youngjae’s otherwise uninterrupted marathons at every Candy Crush variation he got on his phone, or Jackson’s impromptu workouts that always force him to mop the floor again, and sales are less than stellar; sure, they may manage to sell the occasional CD or piece of merchandise, but not enough to satisfy the manager and get the raise he needs so badly.
Youngjae continues ignoring Jackson, keeping himself busy with the knick knacks by the cash register but always on the lookout in case the customer needs help. Meanwhile, his mind is in a turmoil as he tries to convince himself to approach the customer first, as he’s supposed to, but at the same time the other guy is a regular, so Youngjae is pretty sure he knows every nook and cranny of the shop almost as well as Jackson and himself do. There he is, roaming the vinyls section in his black rimmed glasses, striped shirt, too tight jeans and leather shoes, thumbing the cases and plucking one out every now and then, turning them to check the tracklists.
Jackson’s snickering at his side alerts Youngjae he might have been staring a bit too much, probably even sighed or, God forbid, drooled. If asked, Youngjae would’ve told his good-for-nothing older coworker that he was just mulling over how grateful he is for hipsters and their constant research for anything quirky or -mostly- obscure to the masses, otherwise the shop would’ve closed long ago, blaming the boss for refusing to make bank with bulk purchases from crazed idol groups fans...but alas Jackson didn’t ask him shit, (correctly) assuming that Youngjae was mooning about the raven haired man a few feet over.
“Excuse me?”
The customer’s voice carries well through the empty store and over the background music, startling Youngjae who thought he got caught staring.
“Y-Yes?” the clerk peeps, fighting the urge to smash his forehead against the corner of the cash register to gruesomely cover his embarrassment.
“What song is playing?” the other man asks, pointing his finger in a vague gesture to describe the music filling the shop.
What Jackson was referring to, earlier, scaring the crap out of Youngjae in the process, was the coincidence of an indie song abruptly cutting off the hip hop song (“that I picked myself,” the older coworker would sniff, miffed) playing on loudspeakers as soon as the black haired customer stepped in the shop, heading to his favorite section after greeting the cashier with a perfect smile.
“M-Medicine Man, by The Hush Sound,” Youngjae replies in stilted English, mentally praying the other understood; Youngjae saw him strain his ear, even squinting as if to focus better, and holds his breath, fully expecting to be asked to repeat, but fortunately the customer smiles sunnily, thanking the employee and going through the stacks of vinyls once again. With a triumphant, “A-ha!” the young man takes a vinyl case out with a flourish and immediately marches to the register, handing Youngjae the album that includes the previously mentioned song.
“Nice choice. Never heard of them before, but it convinced me to get their album,” the customer explains, eyes closed in happy, wrinkly half moons.
“I assume you’re the one who picks the songs I hear when come here? I liked most of your choices, I’d love to discuss them over a cup of coffee,” he adds, with a cheekier pull to his smile and a flirtier glint in his eyes.
Youngjae can only gape, at the same time as a strangled noise that’s supposedly a cheer erupts from his left, where Jackson threw his arms up in celebration for one of them finally making a move, a Cola flavored worm dangling unattractively from his mouth (how many of them is he actually chewing and wHERE THE HELL DID THEY COME FROM). The cashier turns to look back at the customer, floundering for words because “Hell yeah” is too desperate and a simple “Yes” is actually too difficult to enunciate when you can’t close your mouth.
“Oh, where are my manners. My name is Jinyoung,” the other proffers a hand, amused by the two guys in front of him.
“I kn-- I mean, hi. I’m Youngjae,” the cashier finally replies, shaking hands and turning fifteen shades of red not only for the situation, but also for his almost-slip-up: he feels guilty for still remembering the customer’s name from that one time he paid his splurges with a credit card, but “Park Jinyoung” embedded itself in Youngjae’s mind quicker than a summer jam, he couldn’t really help it.
Tired of this staring contest, Jackson hurriedly gulps his half-chewed candies and pipes up, loudly, “Don’t worry, I’ll man the fort, Youngjae is free to go on a date with you. You have my blessing!” He all but manhandles the younger male off the stool and pushes both him and Jinyoung out of the store, waving like a mad man, and shooting a hail of thumbs up and mini hearts at the two.
Youngjae automatically starts to follow a chuckling Jinyoung in the direction of the coffee shop down the street, but snaps out of it when he remembers, with horror, that he’s still wearing the shop uniform. As soon as the younger voices his concern, Jinyoung doesn’t try to hold his laughter back anymore, thoroughly endeared by the cashier he noticed observing him since a long time ago.
“You’re so cute,” Jinyoung says, effectively silencing Youngjae and enjoying the appearance of yet another shade of red on his cheeks, while they make their way to their cliché date.
15. way too cheesy || seulgi/joy || pizza delivery!AU || ~600w
idek what this is, i went with the literal meaning of "cheesy" because i didn't know what to write ^^;;
Sooyoung slams the door to her apartment and doesn’t even bother to take her shoes off, rather marching towards the couch as she flings her purse in the general direction of the bedroom. She slumps face down on the sofa, where a conveniently placed throw-pillow allows the girl to muffle her annoyed screams and absorb her angry tears.
Eventually oxygen is needed, and Sooyoung huffily turns supine, with her feet dangling from the armrest and a brightly colored pillow held tightly over her chest. If it wasn’t clear, the brunette is pissed : the latest piece to be added to the long string of bad luck in her love life consists of a douchecanoe who not only rain checked their darned blind date twice already, but was also rude as hell during the dinner they finally manage to meet, asking Sooyoung vulgarly suggestive questions and drinking a slew of soju by himself.
She doubts his inebriated state led to his inappropriate behavior: he was an even sober, for example when he rudely commented on how thick her legs are, how tall she is, and about how he likes girls who don’t weigh more than 50 kg. Sooyoung lost her appetite.
Screw that guy. Screw Seunghwan a bit, too, for introducing him to Sooyoung. Screw the diet she so duly follows.
At her stomach’s cautious rumble, Sooyoung grumbles, unhappy for being reminded she’s surviving on the small portion of more-vegetables-than-chicken salad she had for lunch. She looks around for her bag, sighing when she notices half of its contents spilled on the floor during her fit, and rearranges them quietly before returning to the couch, phone in hand. After tapping and swiping the touchscreen a few times, her favorite pizzeria’s app loads and Sooyoung places her order for a pepperoni pizza with double cheese. Hello comfort food.
The special request box is the next one to be automatically highlighted. The blinking cursor seems to be mocking the brunette, who has her thumb hovering over the Confirm button for all of 30 seconds before she throws caution to the wind and types, ‘I had an awful date, please send someone over for a chat to cheer me up,’ sure that it won’t be fulfilled.
Twenty-four minutes later (that’s what the app showed), Sooyoung’s doorphone rings. She’s surprised to see a smiling girl on the small screen, helmet still on but untied, who brings a pizza box up at eye level. She buzzes the delivery girl in without a word.
Sooyoung is leaning against the door, tapping her feet to an undefined tune as she waits for her pizza. She expected the doorbell to ring, but she jumps at the vicinity nonetheless.
“Pepperoni pizza with double cheese and two ears to vent to for Park Sooyoung,” the delivery girl says as soon as the apartment door opens, her thin lipped smile even brighter and the halfmoons of her eyes more charming in person.
Sooyoung freezes in surprise, she couldn’t believe they’d really allow one of their employees to hang out with a customer, but soon breaks in an amused laugh.
“Come on in, then.” She steps aside and takes the pizza box from the other girl to allow her to take off her helmet, jacket and shoes.
“I didn’t catch your name!” Sooyoung throws behind her shoulder as she leaves the box on the coffee table. She shoots an encouraging grin to the suddenly timid girl, and gestures for her to take a seat on the couch before stepping in the kitchen to fetch something to drink and some napkins.
“I’m Seulgi,” the girl says in a thin voice, but Sooyoung hears her anyway.
Sooyoung plops next the other girl and opens the pizza box, dragging it closer to them.
“Well, Seulgi, let’s dig in!”
16. road trip || jin/jungkook || Prologue/I Need U!AU || ~400w
It started a bit ridiculous and then suddenly it wasn't? I'm sorry...?
Jungkook has been dozing off when a knock on the pick-up window by his side wakes him up. He stirs, waiting for Seokjin to walk round the hood, only to get startled by the warm pizza box thrown on his lap. The elder hops on board and locks the door behind himself, chuckling at Jungkook’s reaction.
“Relax, it won’t bite you. It’s just pizza.”
Jungkook sneers and mutely lifts the pizza box’s lid just a crack to check if the toppings are the right ones, letting the delicious smell fill the cabin, as Seokjin leaves the pizzeria parking lot.
The radio is playing on low in the otherwise quiet car, Jungkook barely awake and Seokjin driving peacefully down streets that are for the most part empty.
“So,” the elder eventually asks, “why did you force me to drive you to the beach in the middle of the night? In december, no less,” more out of curiosity than of annoyance for being thrown out of bed at two in the morning.
It takes Jungkook a while to reply, not so much because his mouth is full but because he’s mulling over his answer. He’s looking out of the window, still munching, when he settles for,
“Sea in the winter has that...je ne sais quoi…”
At Seokjin’s silence, Jungkook turns towards him, a question dying on his tongue when he sees his older friend’s struggles not to laugh to the point of shaking in his seat.
“YAH!”
Jungkook shoves Seokjin none too gently, ready for retaliation in the form of a slap on his arm; what he isn’t expecting, but should have, is for the other to reach for his cheek in an attempt to pinch it as he coos, “Aww, our Jungkookie using big words!” resorting to ruffle the younger’s hair when he leans away.
“Watch the road!” Jungkook growls after he notices the pick-up truck heading too close to the guardrail for comfort. He instinctively huggles the pizza box closer to himself, partially turning away from the door. Seokjin calmly drives the car straighter and apologizes, the effect ruined by the residual giggles stuck in his throat.
They proceed with their impromptu trip in silence, save for the radio. The beach is finally almost in sight when Jungkook speaks again.
“Do you think Taehyung hyung is going to be okay?”
Seokjin looks at his friend from the corner of the eye. He looks at the black eye and split lip Jungkook didn’t have earlier that day. He thinks back to Hoseok who was rushed to the hospital yesterday morning. He thinks about the call he received from Taehyung two days ago.
“He will. We will.”
17. incomplete || victoria/luna || bandverse || ~500w
i don't really know what this is but one of those random shitposts floating around internet came in handy. The members might be a bit OOC but hey, this turned out longer than expected :L
Luna comes back from a quick trip to the toilet to a quiet dressing room. Krystal is on the couch, busily tapping away on her phone with a sulking Amber next to her, while Victoria is sitting by the mirrors, arms propped on the counter to sustain her bent down head.
“What is this gloomy atmosphere?” Luna asks with a sunny smile, the kind that manages to break awkward situations no matter what. The only reaction she gets is a snort from the maknae, but better than nothing. A bit concerned about Victoria’s quietness and posture, even wondering if the leader is sick considering how busy she is between China and Korea, Luna approaches her first.
“Unnie...Are you okay? Do you need any medicine?”
Victoria’s head snaps up and her already big eyes become the slightest bit rounder, blinking at the sight of Luna right by her side as if she noticed the younger only then.
“Oh, I’m fine, no worries. It’s just that this crossword is driving me nuts: it’s one of those totally blank schemes where you have to fill the black squares so you don’t know where to really start from. I know I know the definition to this one, it’s on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t know the answers to the crossing definitions, so I don’t have any useful letter…” Victoria rants, before exhaling her frustration away and pouting as she stares at the empty spot on the puzzle in front of her.
Luna chuckles in disbelief and relief, but drags her chair closer to take a better look at the crossword.
“Maybe I can help?”
That seems to lift Victoria’s spirit. She immediately scans the list of definitions and recites it to Luna.
“A word to describe a mix between angry and sad. Please don’t say ‘smad’, Amber already did that,” Victoria adds quickly with a grimace.
Luna doesn’t know what went down in the few minutes she left the room, but the eldest must’ve reacted pretty badly to Amber’s smartass answer; that would explain the rapper’s current mood.
She throws Amber a sympathetic grin before turning to Victoria’s expectant expression.
“Uhm...Malcontent--”
“Wait, I managed to get an S as the third letter...I think,” Victoria butts in, having tried once again to answer the surrounding definitions in hopes of getting helpful letters.
“Oh? Then maybe...miserable? Disgruntled?”
“That’s totally me right now--Agh!” Amber pipes up from the couch. Krystal slaps her arm without glancing away from the phone. Luna snickers while Victoria rolls her eyes, at least not looking as irritated as before.
“It might be disgruntled, let me check…”
A few minutes and some more hints from Luna later, Victoria slams the puzzles magazine closed and pumps her fists up in celebration.
“Done, finally! Thank you, Sunyoung-ah.”
Victoria plants a sticky kiss on Luna’s forehead before skipping outside to talk to whoever was beckoning her, leaving behind a blushing girl at the mercy of two mischievous members.
“Krystal,what's another definition for smitten?” Amber wonders out loud, addressing the girl next to her but directing the words at Luna. With a smirk, Krystal finally looks up from her phone and says,
“Whipped.”
18.
Fandoms: (in this part) GOT7, Red Velvet, BTS, f(x),
Pairings: Mark/Bambam, Junior/Youngjae, Seulgi/Joy, Jin/Jungkook, Victoria/Luna,
Rating: overall PG13
A/N: if it takes me any longer to write these it's Christmas 2016 already... -.-"
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13. cats || mark/bambam || bandverse || ~1000w
“Hrnng…Stop it, Coco…”
For once that Mark could sleep in, his puppy had to come and wake him up. Or at least he thought that was Coco who just sniffed and licked the shell of his ear, but turns out to be a honey furred kitty by his shoulder, peering at him with playful eyes.
“Hey, where did you come from? Did the guys come back from their errands already?”
Mark worms an arm from under the covers and gently grabs the kitty, before pushing himself up against the headboard in a swift movement; his first instinct is to bring the pet closer to his face to brush their noses together, but in return for his mushiness he gets his nose bitten. The kitten immediately scampers off as soon as Mark lets go of it with a loud “OW ! ” to bring his now free hands to the offended appendage, sneaking through the ajar bedroom door to hide somewhere in the dorm.
“You little shit…” Mark mutters as he stands up, rubbing his nose absentmindedly. He keeps calling for the cat while walking towards the kitchen, wondering if Coco’s treats could work with it as well..
Shaking the box does have some effect since the kitten comes trotting his way, mewling incessantly, before trying to climb its way up Mark’s unfortunately naked leg. The young man hisses as soon as too many sharp claws prick his skin, and bends down quickly to grab the little tiger and transfer it on the counter.
Meanwhile, Mark and the cat are joined by Coco, who’s yapping up a storm against its foe who, on the other hand, looks like it’s smirking in an human-like way at the white ball of fluff from its elevated position. To avoid being discovered by the human, the furry newcomer demands Mark’s attention, butting its head against his hand, and purring noisily in an attempt to drown Coco’s insistent barking.
Mark falls for the cat’s trap and, as surprised by his puppy’s uncharacteristic behavior as he is, he still finds himself making stupid faces and cooing noises at the kitty. At the pet’s refusal of Coco’s treats, Mark unearths a can of tuna, drains it and sets the content on a plate, watching at and listening amused to the voracious kitten, who all but leaped into the dish and started mewling with each bite.
With tiny smacks of its pink, rough tongue, the kitty ends its meal and jumps fearlessly on the floor, tripping slightly upon landing but acting as if nothing happened. Mark gasps, worried the cat hurt itself, but as soon as he takes a step forward, the pet scurries off, seeking shelter in the meagerly decorated Christmas tree.
Now Mark holds his breath for another reason: what if the cat makes a mess of baubles and artificial pine needles?
He gives Coco a reassuring pat on its head (to comfort himself or the puppy, we don’t know) and cautiously approaches the quivering tree, following with his eyes the patches of light fur moving through the branches, causing the plastic decorations (at least they won’t shatter and cause an even bigger mess) to shake dangerously close to the edge.
The kitten stops moving, looking like a jungle predator as it observes the human from the fake tree branches: it’s Mark’s chance to tackle the feisty pet, and he seizes it…
“Hi hyung, we’re back!” Youngjae calls out upon entering the dorm, him and Yugyeom dragging along the fruit of their morning shopping. Nobody responds, but it doesn’t take them long to find Mark snuggled against the bathroom door, with Coco nestled comfortably in the crook of his arm.
“Hyung?” Youngjae repeats, shaking the elder’s arm cautiously. Mark stirs awake, focusing on the faces in front of him with some effort, but when he finally realizes it’s two of his bandmates he jumps on his feet, eager to tell them about the little terror of a kitten that he found in his bedroom and that he trapped in the bathroom, after it tore apart the Christmas tree in the living room; Yugyeom looks at it with a pout on his face and proceeds to pick up the decorations sulkily.
“A cat?” Youngjae looks mildly concerned, worried about his allergies.
“Don’t worry,” Mark reassures him, “we’ll leave it with some family member or at a shelter.”
“Can I look at it, at least?” Yugyeom asks, back from the living room and with an armful of baubles.
“Sure, but it might sneak out, so I’ll open the door slowly,” the older member warns and, at the other two’s nod, he opens the door inch by inch, keeping an eye and both ears out for now familiar honey colored fur and mischievous meows. All that resonates through the dorm, however, is a scream.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
Inside the bathroom, Bambam is covering his nether regions as he stands in front of the toilet.
“Yoooo!” he exclaims, a mix of embarrassment and playfulness in his voice, “Knock before entering, I’m taking a piss here!”
Mark freezes in his spot, and only after narrowly missing a toilet paper hurled at him does he close the door.
“Didn’t you say there was a cat?” Yugyeom asks, looking around in case he spots another furry creature that isn’t Coco, at the same time as Youngjae pats Mark’s shoulder and says, “You must be tired. Go back sleep! (*)”
Mark is left alone, the other two back in the lounge area, when Bambam leaves the bathroom with a grin on his boyish face.
“Yeah, hyung, it was probably just a dream while you were half asleep,” the vice-maknae states in a comforting tone that sounds fake even to Mark’s ears.
They depart with a pat to Mark’s back, Bambam preceding him. After a few seconds he, too, walks back to the living room, but he can’t shake the feeling he smelled tuna in the thai boy’s breath.
(*) Go back sleep! is purposefully wrong to represent Youngjae's sometimes stilted english (as if mine was any better,lmao)
14. record store || jr./youngjae || record store AU || ~1100w
“A-ha! I knew loverboy was around when I heard the music change. You ain’t slick, Youngjae!”
Youngjae looks up from the computer he was fiddling with in horror, coming face to face with Jackson returning behind the counter with an obnoxiously bright grin and getting all up in Youngjae’s space.
“Shush!” the younger hisses, “and get off me. Don’t you have any shelves to restock?” he asks in an attempt to distract the hyper coworker while checking if anyone--rather, the only customer in the shop, codename “loverboy”-- heard their exchange.
“They were in the same state as we left them yesterday, Jae,” Jackson huffs, making himself comfortable on a spare stool and propping an arm against the counter. “Hello, we are in the 21st century, basically everyone prefers downloading music in more or less legal ways than stepping foot in modest music stores such as this one,” he points out with a sassy shimmy of his head. Ever since the possibility to get music on your device with just a click became widespread, life at the music store became duller: the chimes of the doorbell are few and far in between Youngjae’s otherwise uninterrupted marathons at every Candy Crush variation he got on his phone, or Jackson’s impromptu workouts that always force him to mop the floor again, and sales are less than stellar; sure, they may manage to sell the occasional CD or piece of merchandise, but not enough to satisfy the manager and get the raise he needs so badly.
Youngjae continues ignoring Jackson, keeping himself busy with the knick knacks by the cash register but always on the lookout in case the customer needs help. Meanwhile, his mind is in a turmoil as he tries to convince himself to approach the customer first, as he’s supposed to, but at the same time the other guy is a regular, so Youngjae is pretty sure he knows every nook and cranny of the shop almost as well as Jackson and himself do. There he is, roaming the vinyls section in his black rimmed glasses, striped shirt, too tight jeans and leather shoes, thumbing the cases and plucking one out every now and then, turning them to check the tracklists.
Jackson’s snickering at his side alerts Youngjae he might have been staring a bit too much, probably even sighed or, God forbid, drooled. If asked, Youngjae would’ve told his good-for-nothing older coworker that he was just mulling over how grateful he is for hipsters and their constant research for anything quirky or -mostly- obscure to the masses, otherwise the shop would’ve closed long ago, blaming the boss for refusing to make bank with bulk purchases from crazed idol groups fans...but alas Jackson didn’t ask him shit, (correctly) assuming that Youngjae was mooning about the raven haired man a few feet over.
“Excuse me?”
The customer’s voice carries well through the empty store and over the background music, startling Youngjae who thought he got caught staring.
“Y-Yes?” the clerk peeps, fighting the urge to smash his forehead against the corner of the cash register to gruesomely cover his embarrassment.
“What song is playing?” the other man asks, pointing his finger in a vague gesture to describe the music filling the shop.
What Jackson was referring to, earlier, scaring the crap out of Youngjae in the process, was the coincidence of an indie song abruptly cutting off the hip hop song (“that I picked myself,” the older coworker would sniff, miffed) playing on loudspeakers as soon as the black haired customer stepped in the shop, heading to his favorite section after greeting the cashier with a perfect smile.
“M-Medicine Man, by The Hush Sound,” Youngjae replies in stilted English, mentally praying the other understood; Youngjae saw him strain his ear, even squinting as if to focus better, and holds his breath, fully expecting to be asked to repeat, but fortunately the customer smiles sunnily, thanking the employee and going through the stacks of vinyls once again. With a triumphant, “A-ha!” the young man takes a vinyl case out with a flourish and immediately marches to the register, handing Youngjae the album that includes the previously mentioned song.
“Nice choice. Never heard of them before, but it convinced me to get their album,” the customer explains, eyes closed in happy, wrinkly half moons.
“I assume you’re the one who picks the songs I hear when come here? I liked most of your choices, I’d love to discuss them over a cup of coffee,” he adds, with a cheekier pull to his smile and a flirtier glint in his eyes.
Youngjae can only gape, at the same time as a strangled noise that’s supposedly a cheer erupts from his left, where Jackson threw his arms up in celebration for one of them finally making a move, a Cola flavored worm dangling unattractively from his mouth (how many of them is he actually chewing and wHERE THE HELL DID THEY COME FROM). The cashier turns to look back at the customer, floundering for words because “Hell yeah” is too desperate and a simple “Yes” is actually too difficult to enunciate when you can’t close your mouth.
“Oh, where are my manners. My name is Jinyoung,” the other proffers a hand, amused by the two guys in front of him.
“I kn-- I mean, hi. I’m Youngjae,” the cashier finally replies, shaking hands and turning fifteen shades of red not only for the situation, but also for his almost-slip-up: he feels guilty for still remembering the customer’s name from that one time he paid his splurges with a credit card, but “Park Jinyoung” embedded itself in Youngjae’s mind quicker than a summer jam, he couldn’t really help it.
Tired of this staring contest, Jackson hurriedly gulps his half-chewed candies and pipes up, loudly, “Don’t worry, I’ll man the fort, Youngjae is free to go on a date with you. You have my blessing!” He all but manhandles the younger male off the stool and pushes both him and Jinyoung out of the store, waving like a mad man, and shooting a hail of thumbs up and mini hearts at the two.
Youngjae automatically starts to follow a chuckling Jinyoung in the direction of the coffee shop down the street, but snaps out of it when he remembers, with horror, that he’s still wearing the shop uniform. As soon as the younger voices his concern, Jinyoung doesn’t try to hold his laughter back anymore, thoroughly endeared by the cashier he noticed observing him since a long time ago.
“You’re so cute,” Jinyoung says, effectively silencing Youngjae and enjoying the appearance of yet another shade of red on his cheeks, while they make their way to their cliché date.
15. way too cheesy || seulgi/joy || pizza delivery!AU || ~600w
idek what this is, i went with the literal meaning of "cheesy" because i didn't know what to write ^^;;
Sooyoung slams the door to her apartment and doesn’t even bother to take her shoes off, rather marching towards the couch as she flings her purse in the general direction of the bedroom. She slumps face down on the sofa, where a conveniently placed throw-pillow allows the girl to muffle her annoyed screams and absorb her angry tears.
Eventually oxygen is needed, and Sooyoung huffily turns supine, with her feet dangling from the armrest and a brightly colored pillow held tightly over her chest. If it wasn’t clear, the brunette is pissed : the latest piece to be added to the long string of bad luck in her love life consists of a douchecanoe who not only rain checked their darned blind date twice already, but was also rude as hell during the dinner they finally manage to meet, asking Sooyoung vulgarly suggestive questions and drinking a slew of soju by himself.
She doubts his inebriated state led to his inappropriate behavior: he was an even sober, for example when he rudely commented on how thick her legs are, how tall she is, and about how he likes girls who don’t weigh more than 50 kg. Sooyoung lost her appetite.
Screw that guy. Screw Seunghwan a bit, too, for introducing him to Sooyoung. Screw the diet she so duly follows.
At her stomach’s cautious rumble, Sooyoung grumbles, unhappy for being reminded she’s surviving on the small portion of more-vegetables-than-chicken salad she had for lunch. She looks around for her bag, sighing when she notices half of its contents spilled on the floor during her fit, and rearranges them quietly before returning to the couch, phone in hand. After tapping and swiping the touchscreen a few times, her favorite pizzeria’s app loads and Sooyoung places her order for a pepperoni pizza with double cheese. Hello comfort food.
The special request box is the next one to be automatically highlighted. The blinking cursor seems to be mocking the brunette, who has her thumb hovering over the Confirm button for all of 30 seconds before she throws caution to the wind and types, ‘I had an awful date, please send someone over for a chat to cheer me up,’ sure that it won’t be fulfilled.
Twenty-four minutes later (that’s what the app showed), Sooyoung’s doorphone rings. She’s surprised to see a smiling girl on the small screen, helmet still on but untied, who brings a pizza box up at eye level. She buzzes the delivery girl in without a word.
Sooyoung is leaning against the door, tapping her feet to an undefined tune as she waits for her pizza. She expected the doorbell to ring, but she jumps at the vicinity nonetheless.
“Pepperoni pizza with double cheese and two ears to vent to for Park Sooyoung,” the delivery girl says as soon as the apartment door opens, her thin lipped smile even brighter and the halfmoons of her eyes more charming in person.
Sooyoung freezes in surprise, she couldn’t believe they’d really allow one of their employees to hang out with a customer, but soon breaks in an amused laugh.
“Come on in, then.” She steps aside and takes the pizza box from the other girl to allow her to take off her helmet, jacket and shoes.
“I didn’t catch your name!” Sooyoung throws behind her shoulder as she leaves the box on the coffee table. She shoots an encouraging grin to the suddenly timid girl, and gestures for her to take a seat on the couch before stepping in the kitchen to fetch something to drink and some napkins.
“I’m Seulgi,” the girl says in a thin voice, but Sooyoung hears her anyway.
Sooyoung plops next the other girl and opens the pizza box, dragging it closer to them.
“Well, Seulgi, let’s dig in!”
16. road trip || jin/jungkook || Prologue/I Need U!AU || ~400w
It started a bit ridiculous and then suddenly it wasn't? I'm sorry...?
Jungkook has been dozing off when a knock on the pick-up window by his side wakes him up. He stirs, waiting for Seokjin to walk round the hood, only to get startled by the warm pizza box thrown on his lap. The elder hops on board and locks the door behind himself, chuckling at Jungkook’s reaction.
“Relax, it won’t bite you. It’s just pizza.”
Jungkook sneers and mutely lifts the pizza box’s lid just a crack to check if the toppings are the right ones, letting the delicious smell fill the cabin, as Seokjin leaves the pizzeria parking lot.
The radio is playing on low in the otherwise quiet car, Jungkook barely awake and Seokjin driving peacefully down streets that are for the most part empty.
“So,” the elder eventually asks, “why did you force me to drive you to the beach in the middle of the night? In december, no less,” more out of curiosity than of annoyance for being thrown out of bed at two in the morning.
It takes Jungkook a while to reply, not so much because his mouth is full but because he’s mulling over his answer. He’s looking out of the window, still munching, when he settles for,
“Sea in the winter has that...je ne sais quoi…”
At Seokjin’s silence, Jungkook turns towards him, a question dying on his tongue when he sees his older friend’s struggles not to laugh to the point of shaking in his seat.
“YAH!”
Jungkook shoves Seokjin none too gently, ready for retaliation in the form of a slap on his arm; what he isn’t expecting, but should have, is for the other to reach for his cheek in an attempt to pinch it as he coos, “Aww, our Jungkookie using big words!” resorting to ruffle the younger’s hair when he leans away.
“Watch the road!” Jungkook growls after he notices the pick-up truck heading too close to the guardrail for comfort. He instinctively huggles the pizza box closer to himself, partially turning away from the door. Seokjin calmly drives the car straighter and apologizes, the effect ruined by the residual giggles stuck in his throat.
They proceed with their impromptu trip in silence, save for the radio. The beach is finally almost in sight when Jungkook speaks again.
“Do you think Taehyung hyung is going to be okay?”
Seokjin looks at his friend from the corner of the eye. He looks at the black eye and split lip Jungkook didn’t have earlier that day. He thinks back to Hoseok who was rushed to the hospital yesterday morning. He thinks about the call he received from Taehyung two days ago.
“He will. We will.”
17. incomplete || victoria/luna || bandverse || ~500w
i don't really know what this is but one of those random shitposts floating around internet came in handy. The members might be a bit OOC but hey, this turned out longer than expected :L
Luna comes back from a quick trip to the toilet to a quiet dressing room. Krystal is on the couch, busily tapping away on her phone with a sulking Amber next to her, while Victoria is sitting by the mirrors, arms propped on the counter to sustain her bent down head.
“What is this gloomy atmosphere?” Luna asks with a sunny smile, the kind that manages to break awkward situations no matter what. The only reaction she gets is a snort from the maknae, but better than nothing. A bit concerned about Victoria’s quietness and posture, even wondering if the leader is sick considering how busy she is between China and Korea, Luna approaches her first.
“Unnie...Are you okay? Do you need any medicine?”
Victoria’s head snaps up and her already big eyes become the slightest bit rounder, blinking at the sight of Luna right by her side as if she noticed the younger only then.
“Oh, I’m fine, no worries. It’s just that this crossword is driving me nuts: it’s one of those totally blank schemes where you have to fill the black squares so you don’t know where to really start from. I know I know the definition to this one, it’s on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t know the answers to the crossing definitions, so I don’t have any useful letter…” Victoria rants, before exhaling her frustration away and pouting as she stares at the empty spot on the puzzle in front of her.
Luna chuckles in disbelief and relief, but drags her chair closer to take a better look at the crossword.
“Maybe I can help?”
That seems to lift Victoria’s spirit. She immediately scans the list of definitions and recites it to Luna.
“A word to describe a mix between angry and sad. Please don’t say ‘smad’, Amber already did that,” Victoria adds quickly with a grimace.
Luna doesn’t know what went down in the few minutes she left the room, but the eldest must’ve reacted pretty badly to Amber’s smartass answer; that would explain the rapper’s current mood.
She throws Amber a sympathetic grin before turning to Victoria’s expectant expression.
“Uhm...Malcontent--”
“Wait, I managed to get an S as the third letter...I think,” Victoria butts in, having tried once again to answer the surrounding definitions in hopes of getting helpful letters.
“Oh? Then maybe...miserable? Disgruntled?”
“That’s totally me right now--Agh!” Amber pipes up from the couch. Krystal slaps her arm without glancing away from the phone. Luna snickers while Victoria rolls her eyes, at least not looking as irritated as before.
“It might be disgruntled, let me check…”
A few minutes and some more hints from Luna later, Victoria slams the puzzles magazine closed and pumps her fists up in celebration.
“Done, finally! Thank you, Sunyoung-ah.”
Victoria plants a sticky kiss on Luna’s forehead before skipping outside to talk to whoever was beckoning her, leaving behind a blushing girl at the mercy of two mischievous members.
“Krystal,what's another definition for smitten?” Amber wonders out loud, addressing the girl next to her but directing the words at Luna. With a smirk, Krystal finally looks up from her phone and says,
“Whipped.”
18.