FIC - It's not the camera, it's the photographer 2~ Kanghyuk AU
Title: It's not the camera, it's the photographer (when you can afford the camera of course) part 2
Pairing: Kanghyuk (Kangin/Eunhyuk) Ninja pairings all over the place (or not...)
Rating: PG
Summary: Second part of the Eunhyuk photographer AU!
Warnings: AU, Eunhyuk abuse, Kangin being amazing, random appearance of Teuk and Heechul, Sungmin being bitchy, Shindong being lovely.
A/N: I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG D: This chapter was really fun to write but it took me two days to finally end it (blame real life, it's a bitch lol) this one's for my gorgeous sweet amazing beta dostana and the always amazing and fun and lovely panaramic .
“Hyung…”
Silence.
“Hyuuuuung…”
Still silence.
“Camera killer hyung…”
A growl.
“Ok I’m not calling you that again…”
Again silence
“Oppa?”
“Ok, now you’re just being stupid.”
“But you’re not talking to me… and I expect a little conversation when I’m being exposed to unimaginable amounts of pain.”
“You’re such a girl.”
“But you don’t let me call you ‘oppa’, you don’t make any sense.”
“Your existence doesn’t make any sense.”
Hyukjae sighed; they had spent fifteen minutes in the guy’s family clinic and the only things that he got from him were harsh words and a
cold “take off your pants”.
So there he was, in boxers, in pain, bored, scared (the guy was huge, and not teddy bear huge, like Shindong, it was more like angry grizzly bear huge), he tried annoying the guy, being friendly, being cute, faking more pain than he was feeling (that proved a stupid idea when the guy decided that he was more than ok with making Hyukjae feel pain). He just didn’t want to stay in silence.
When he figured that any attempt to be friendly with the other guy was fruitless, Hyukjae reached for his torn pants and took from the pocket his memory card and started to play with it.
“You know that it doesn’t work when it’s not in something…”
“No shit Einstein…” He really was too tired to be patient with a guy that was treating him like crap, he only wanted to get out of there and drown in strawberry milk.
“Look, I’ll say it because you really look pathetic; I’m sorry for your camera, I understand it was important for you, now stop being a little kid.”
Well, that was an advance, and when the guy cleaned and disinfected the wounds on his knee (something that hurt like a bitch, and Hyukjae was sure the amount of alcohol needed wasn’t that much), he was kind of gentle. He was not that bad, he saved his life, and he could appreciate that even with his camera as a victim (May it rest in peace). He decided to look at the guy.
“It’s ok, you did what you thought was the best, and I’m thankful, I can kind of see that you’re a nice guy even if you’re totally bandaging that
harder than you should on purpose.”
He heard a laugh that made him smile immediately.
Well, at least they weren’t horribly awkward anymore.
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The guy’s name was Kim Youngwoon, he was following his father’s steps and decided to become a doctor. His parents apparently were a doctor-nurse team that decided to open a clinic together to look after people that couldn’t or didn’t want to be attended to at a hospital. They had some kind of not asking policy that made Hyukjae kind of nervous while in the clinic when some guys with faces made of stone and with some sort of frown that he was sure could make anyone that just looked at them start crying like a little girl.
…He started to see where Shindong’s teasing about him being paranoid came from.
“Don’t worry, they’re just here to thank dad.”
“I’m not worried, I’m just…”
“Scared shitless?”
“Somehow that proves to be more accurate.”
“Well, stop crying young lady, I’ll just send them away, and then end up with you, so I can kick your ass out of my house too.”
Scratch the ‘kind of nice’ thing, Kim Youngwoon was a total asshole.
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“Let me see if I understand this; the guy that broke your camera somehow managed not only to make you forgive him without taking at least one of his limbs but he also is all buddy-buddy with you now?”
“You took that better than Sungmin-hyung and Shindong-hyung, and I’m not ‘buddy-buddy’ with him.”
“I’m your good hyung, remember? Also I’m not a photographer so my psycho side is not activated by your camera being broken. So what are you going to do now?”
“Well, I can live without a camera for a while, it’ll be a sad, sorrow filled life but I can do it, the rest of the assignments don’t need much work with a camera and if I need one I could borrow one.”
“And your sister?”
“Oh, she just, you know, punched me in the face and decided to insult me for an hour before lending me half of the money for a new camera because she’s my sister and loves me even if I’m “a stupid retard that can’t take care of anything and should be kicked by a donkey.”
“Aw, she’s still that cute, eh?”
“Yes, she’s still that cute.”
Hyukjae always wondered why Jungsoo always insisted in calling him for work on Sundays, of course he could easily link it to the older man being busy with tutoring school students and such, but also to the fact that every Sunday Park Jungsoo was the perfect example of a extreme hangover and could barely move to get a glass of water and boss around the younger to read this, correct that and research whatever he needed at the moment.
“Really Hyung, you are a grown up, doing research for a book that’s actually being published, you should… I don’t know, start avoiding Heechul-hyung?”
“I HEARD THAT, YOU MONKEY ASSHOLE”
“I’M AWARE OF THAT, HYUNG”
“I thought you were terrified of Heechul.”
“Only when he’s breathing my air.”
“For a simple assistant you’re really bold.”
“I’ve known you guys for a while, hyung, if I can’t be bold with one of my best friends, even if he is my boss, and, well, Heechul-hyung, I can’t be bold with anyone.”
“Aw, Hyuk, that’s actually really sweet.”
“I’m actually really sweet, hyung, you should know that.”
“I don’t.”
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Spending time with Jungsoo and Heechul always proved to be a magnificent way to lose time, but also quite entertaining and relaxing, since both were uninterested in photography and didn’t freak out every time he even mentioned that “the guy” (Sungmin never got over the name) actually exchanged phone numbers with him.
Sungmin was really rancorous, not that Hyukjae ever doubted it, since apparently only Shindong could get away with messing with anything related to their friend without being affected by “the killer eyes of eternal doom”. Shindong was the only one that just laughed and told Sungmin to “stop being a little bitch” without being scared of complete obliteration.
“I just can’t believe you’ve forgiven the guy that easily,” said Sungmin while cleaning with medical care one of his very expensive lenses.
“Well hyung, he saved my life, I can’t behave like an ungrateful bastard and demand him to pay for a new camera when he didn’t know about my camera, also you shouldn’t talk like that about him when he’s, you know, here.”
Yongwoon was clearly trying not to choke Hyukjae’s friends that were too engrossed in listing why the younger shouldn’t be even talking to him to even notice.
“You know, I could actually get you a camera or something.”
“What?”
“My dad has contacts and maybe with some…”
“No, no thanks, that’s nice but with those ‘contacts’ I’m sure the camera could be cursed or something. My sister will help me so… just, tell me why did you want to meet me so you could get away without killing my friends.” Youngwoon smirked
“You are such a little coward.”
“I heard that before, now why are you here?”
Youngwoon raised an eyebrow fully ignoring Shindong and Sungmin (thank God) to focus his entire attention to Hyukjae (ok, that could be a little scary).
“I figured I should invite you for lunch or something since I made you bleed and took off your pants without even a date.”
Wait…
“You’re joking right?”
“Maybe… I’m still taking you for lunch.”
Oh God, what the hell is wrong with you and artists?
Pairing: Kanghyuk (Kangin/Eunhyuk) Ninja pairings all over the place (or not...)
Rating: PG
Summary: Second part of the Eunhyuk photographer AU!
Warnings: AU, Eunhyuk abuse, Kangin being amazing, random appearance of Teuk and Heechul, Sungmin being bitchy, Shindong being lovely.
A/N: I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG D: This chapter was really fun to write but it took me two days to finally end it (blame real life, it's a bitch lol) this one's for my gorgeous sweet amazing beta dostana and the always amazing and fun and lovely panaramic .
“Hyung…”
Silence.
“Hyuuuuung…”
Still silence.
“Camera killer hyung…”
A growl.
“Ok I’m not calling you that again…”
Again silence
“Oppa?”
“Ok, now you’re just being stupid.”
“But you’re not talking to me… and I expect a little conversation when I’m being exposed to unimaginable amounts of pain.”
“You’re such a girl.”
“But you don’t let me call you ‘oppa’, you don’t make any sense.”
“Your existence doesn’t make any sense.”
Hyukjae sighed; they had spent fifteen minutes in the guy’s family clinic and the only things that he got from him were harsh words and a
cold “take off your pants”.
So there he was, in boxers, in pain, bored, scared (the guy was huge, and not teddy bear huge, like Shindong, it was more like angry grizzly bear huge), he tried annoying the guy, being friendly, being cute, faking more pain than he was feeling (that proved a stupid idea when the guy decided that he was more than ok with making Hyukjae feel pain). He just didn’t want to stay in silence.
When he figured that any attempt to be friendly with the other guy was fruitless, Hyukjae reached for his torn pants and took from the pocket his memory card and started to play with it.
“You know that it doesn’t work when it’s not in something…”
“No shit Einstein…” He really was too tired to be patient with a guy that was treating him like crap, he only wanted to get out of there and drown in strawberry milk.
“Look, I’ll say it because you really look pathetic; I’m sorry for your camera, I understand it was important for you, now stop being a little kid.”
Well, that was an advance, and when the guy cleaned and disinfected the wounds on his knee (something that hurt like a bitch, and Hyukjae was sure the amount of alcohol needed wasn’t that much), he was kind of gentle. He was not that bad, he saved his life, and he could appreciate that even with his camera as a victim (May it rest in peace). He decided to look at the guy.
“It’s ok, you did what you thought was the best, and I’m thankful, I can kind of see that you’re a nice guy even if you’re totally bandaging that
harder than you should on purpose.”
He heard a laugh that made him smile immediately.
Well, at least they weren’t horribly awkward anymore.
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The guy’s name was Kim Youngwoon, he was following his father’s steps and decided to become a doctor. His parents apparently were a doctor-nurse team that decided to open a clinic together to look after people that couldn’t or didn’t want to be attended to at a hospital. They had some kind of not asking policy that made Hyukjae kind of nervous while in the clinic when some guys with faces made of stone and with some sort of frown that he was sure could make anyone that just looked at them start crying like a little girl.
…He started to see where Shindong’s teasing about him being paranoid came from.
“Don’t worry, they’re just here to thank dad.”
“I’m not worried, I’m just…”
“Scared shitless?”
“Somehow that proves to be more accurate.”
“Well, stop crying young lady, I’ll just send them away, and then end up with you, so I can kick your ass out of my house too.”
Scratch the ‘kind of nice’ thing, Kim Youngwoon was a total asshole.
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“Let me see if I understand this; the guy that broke your camera somehow managed not only to make you forgive him without taking at least one of his limbs but he also is all buddy-buddy with you now?”
“You took that better than Sungmin-hyung and Shindong-hyung, and I’m not ‘buddy-buddy’ with him.”
“I’m your good hyung, remember? Also I’m not a photographer so my psycho side is not activated by your camera being broken. So what are you going to do now?”
“Well, I can live without a camera for a while, it’ll be a sad, sorrow filled life but I can do it, the rest of the assignments don’t need much work with a camera and if I need one I could borrow one.”
“And your sister?”
“Oh, she just, you know, punched me in the face and decided to insult me for an hour before lending me half of the money for a new camera because she’s my sister and loves me even if I’m “a stupid retard that can’t take care of anything and should be kicked by a donkey.”
“Aw, she’s still that cute, eh?”
“Yes, she’s still that cute.”
Hyukjae always wondered why Jungsoo always insisted in calling him for work on Sundays, of course he could easily link it to the older man being busy with tutoring school students and such, but also to the fact that every Sunday Park Jungsoo was the perfect example of a extreme hangover and could barely move to get a glass of water and boss around the younger to read this, correct that and research whatever he needed at the moment.
“Really Hyung, you are a grown up, doing research for a book that’s actually being published, you should… I don’t know, start avoiding Heechul-hyung?”
“I HEARD THAT, YOU MONKEY ASSHOLE”
“I’M AWARE OF THAT, HYUNG”
“I thought you were terrified of Heechul.”
“Only when he’s breathing my air.”
“For a simple assistant you’re really bold.”
“I’ve known you guys for a while, hyung, if I can’t be bold with one of my best friends, even if he is my boss, and, well, Heechul-hyung, I can’t be bold with anyone.”
“Aw, Hyuk, that’s actually really sweet.”
“I’m actually really sweet, hyung, you should know that.”
“I don’t.”
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Spending time with Jungsoo and Heechul always proved to be a magnificent way to lose time, but also quite entertaining and relaxing, since both were uninterested in photography and didn’t freak out every time he even mentioned that “the guy” (Sungmin never got over the name) actually exchanged phone numbers with him.
Sungmin was really rancorous, not that Hyukjae ever doubted it, since apparently only Shindong could get away with messing with anything related to their friend without being affected by “the killer eyes of eternal doom”. Shindong was the only one that just laughed and told Sungmin to “stop being a little bitch” without being scared of complete obliteration.
“I just can’t believe you’ve forgiven the guy that easily,” said Sungmin while cleaning with medical care one of his very expensive lenses.
“Well hyung, he saved my life, I can’t behave like an ungrateful bastard and demand him to pay for a new camera when he didn’t know about my camera, also you shouldn’t talk like that about him when he’s, you know, here.”
Yongwoon was clearly trying not to choke Hyukjae’s friends that were too engrossed in listing why the younger shouldn’t be even talking to him to even notice.
“You know, I could actually get you a camera or something.”
“What?”
“My dad has contacts and maybe with some…”
“No, no thanks, that’s nice but with those ‘contacts’ I’m sure the camera could be cursed or something. My sister will help me so… just, tell me why did you want to meet me so you could get away without killing my friends.” Youngwoon smirked
“You are such a little coward.”
“I heard that before, now why are you here?”
Youngwoon raised an eyebrow fully ignoring Shindong and Sungmin (thank God) to focus his entire attention to Hyukjae (ok, that could be a little scary).
“I figured I should invite you for lunch or something since I made you bleed and took off your pants without even a date.”
Wait…
“You’re joking right?”
“Maybe… I’m still taking you for lunch.”
Oh God, what the hell is wrong with you and artists?