CHINGUX 2014: the gods of the weather (1/1) for skyroll
Title: The Gods of the Weather
Author: ganlanshu
Recipient: skyroll
Pairing/Focus: OT4, Kyungsoo
Rating: PG (for language)
Warnings: Lack of knowledge of Korean broadcast journalism
Length: 2575
Summary: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Jongdae have the power to change the weather. Kyungsoo tries to make sure they don’t manage to screw up the entire world.
Kyungsoo can name plenty of reasons for why this is a terrible idea.
“Guys, I don’t think changing the natural course of the weather is going to end well,” he says, but his warning falls upon deaf ears and drunk minds as Baekhyun and Chanyeol are draped over each other, laughing loudly as they croon about what geniuses they are. Meanwhile, Jongdae is off to the side, making sure they don’t spill any more soju than they already have, but he looks almost worryingly entertained by the idea. “Guys, no,” Kyungsoo presses.
“Eh, they’ll probably forget about it in the morning.” Jongdae laughs, his own face a little bit flushed. “But I don’t think it’d be that big of a deal.” Kyungsoo stares blankly at him for about fifteen seconds before Jongdae sighs and shakes his head. “I think you need another drink,” Jongdae decides as he waves the bartender over to order another shot.
“We’re going to be famous!” Chanyeol and Baekhyun chorus, slurring their words at different places and being all together almost incoherent.
Kyungsoo winces as the liquor burns down his throat.
While they’ve all been part of the Seoul Metro News weather team for about a year now, Kyungsoo has actually known Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Jongdae since the winter of their freshman year of college. At the time, they were pursuing degrees in either journalism or environmental studies (or both if you had a death wish like Park Chanyeol) with the intent on becoming meteorologists, and it’s a miracle they all actually stayed on that path.
Originally, Kyungsoo had thought nothing of it, assuming he had just found a group of like-minded individuals (Jongdae had even said, once upon a time, that he felt “intimately connected to nature”, which Kyungsoo found a little extreme, but it was nice to see someone else passionate about the profession). But after two years, he began to notice how frequent thunderstorms were when Jongdae was stressed out about finals.
Then, everything became almost painstakingly clear to Kyungsoo during their junior spring.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol had taken him to an impossibly intimidating building in downtown Seoul-the paneled glass gleaming in the sunlight as it towered high above the surrounding buildings. As they entered the building, Kyungsoo watched as the sliding doors opened up to reveal marble floors, a wide reception desk flanked by two large plants, and a neat row of clocks showing the current time in various international cities. He had shifted uncomfortably in his worn jeans and sweatshirt, feeling out of place in such a professional building and afraid that someone would come to kick them out for trespassing. There was no reason for a bunch of gangly college kids to be in here.
Chanyeol led them to the elevators, which Kyungsoo noticed needed some sort of keycard to even get onto, and Kyungsoo half-expected Chanyeol to just press the up and down buttons repeatedly and hope for the best or try to find the stairs. Instead, Chanyeol pulled out a lanyard from his sweatshirt pocket and pressed the attached card to the sensor pad before the elevator doors slid open.
Kyungsoo still remembers the corny music that played as the elevator shot up to the top floor-Pachelbel’s Canon. Kind of random, kind of not.
“My sister is a reporter for SBS,” Chanyeol answered Kyungsoo’s unspoken question, deep voice reverberating despite how small the elevator car was. Except it hadn’t explained anything, still doesn’t explain anything. As far as Kyungsoo knows, this building isn’t even owned by SBS, and if it actually is, why had it been so empty during a Tuesday afternoon?
No one really said anything for the rest of the ride. From beside him, Kyungsoo could see Baekhyun and Chanyeol smiling at each other with inexplicable nervous excitement.
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding after what seemed like an eternity (probably was an eternity given how tall the building was), and after climbing a short flight of stairs, they were finally on the roof. The wind whipped precariously around Kyungsoo’s head, but instead of leading him to the edge, Baekhyun and Chanyeol sat down at the center of the rooftop, crossing their legs and staring at each other.
“Watch this.” Chanyeol flashed a quick grin at him before turning back to Baekhyun and grabbing his hands. Kyungsoo stood by them, awkwardly hovering at they continued staring at each other, brows furrowed at each other almost as a challenge.
Suddenly, the wind stopped around them before picking up just as quickly, circling them like a cyclone as it picked up little pieces of dirt from the floor. The column of air tapered off into a small cloud only a few feet above their heads as the winds died down again.
And then it started snowing.
Not everywhere, of course. Just from their small little cloud, Kyungsoo observed with fascination, confusion, and a little bit of fear. He began shivering in his thin sweatshirt, too, as the air around them felt as if it had dropped below freezing when it had been a pleasantly warm spring day only minutes before.
Then, Baekhyun scrunched his face and pursed his lips, causing Chanyeol to start laughing and let go of Baekhyun’s hands, and with that, the tiny cloud disappeared. With every hiccup of laughter, a burst of heat radiated from Chanyeol until the temperature returned to back where it had been.
“Cool, right?” Baekhyun smiled as he brushed off his butt after standing up. Chanyeol followed suit once he composed himself and swung an arm over Baekhyun’s shoulders. Kyungsoo nods his head slowly.
“Jongdae’s a little better than us with this stuff, but he can only really change things that are already there instead of making them,” Chanyeol explained. “But, I mean, the three of us together can make some awesome shit happen.”
Kyungsoo pressed his lips into a thin line, unsure of what to say as he wondered almost guiltily how long the three of them had kept this a secret from him.
“Look, we aren’t going to change the weather completely,” Baekhyun explains a few days after that night at the bar. Baekhyun’s still in his makeup from being Seoul’s Cheeriest Morning Weatherman!, having cornered Kyungsoo in the news studio’s computer room.
“I thought that was just a bad drunk idea that we were never going to discuss again,” Kyungsoo deadpans as he looks through some of the historical information about the temperatures in Seoul. It’s supposed to be a pretty hot summer, according to Chanyeol, so Kyungsoo is compiling some data to they came make some comparisons on air later.
“Just hear me out, okay?” Baekhyun pleads. Kyungsoo sighs as he clicks out of the database and turns to face Baekhyun. Why does he even put up with this shit?
“So we do forecasts like normal, right?” Kyungsoo nods at Baekhyun’s words, crossing his arms unimpressed. “Like, we make our predictions based entirely off of] the readings and the storm tracker and all that. Just like any upstanding meteorologist would do.”
Baekhyun stops and waits for Kyungsoo to react. Kyungsoo just raises an eyebrow as if to say, “Get on with it.”
“So, we only do anything if we think the weather’s going to do something weird, like start raining a few hours early or raise the temperature a few degrees or something. Nothing major, but then we have more accurate predictions because we’re the ones controlling the weather,” Baekhyun finishes. Kyungsoo stares at Baekhyun, frowning a bit, and Baekhyun shifts a bit in his seat.
“Fine,” Kyungsoo decides finally, unable to formulate a reason for them not to at least try, he guesses. And if his friends aren’t pulling random meteorological events out of their asses, Kyungsoo thinks the ecosystems of Seoul Korea will forgive them. Baekhyun breaks out into a large smile, standing up and placing both his hands on Kyungsoo’s shoulders.
“It’ll be awesome!” Baekhyun beams as Kyungsoo lets up a long-suffering sigh.
He still thinks this is a terrible idea, though.
“So are you just going to be patrolling the weather from up here for the rest of your life?” Kyungsoo asks Jongdae skeptically as they eat lunch on the rooftop of the Most Intimidating Skyscraper on Earth.
He only comes here whenever one of the other three want to play around with their powers or show off. Kyungsoo still doesn’t know who gave Chanyeol (and by extension, them) clearance to have free range in this building or why it’s eerily empty all the time. Despite having first seen this place years ago, Kyungsoo has yet to actually see anyone other than them enter this building. If anything, he has only noticed how some people walk even faster as they approach the building, as if to avoid its judgmental gaze for not working in as professional looking building as itself. Even those dressed in well-tailored suits and pencil skirts seem wary of the building.
After all this time, though, Kyungsoo has learned better than to ask too many questions about this place.
It’s Sunday, which means Chanyeol is the only one working today, as the weekend weatherman. Baekhyun’s probably still asleep and recovering from a massive hangover, even though he said he’d meet them there by 2 PM.
Which probably means he isn’t coming at all.
“Eh, probably before I retire, at least.” Jongdae snorts, opening up his Tupperware of scrambled eggs. “Or if I make a dramatic career change. In the meantime, I can probably track the clouds and whatever storms there are going to be for up to three days from all the way up here, which means I only have to actually be up here, like, two or three a week, especially if Chanyeol and Baekhyun come up to fix the little things. Rotations and shit.”
Kyungsoo hums noncommittally as he puts a piece of kimchi onto his rice.
“I don’t get why you guys want to give yourselves that much extra work, though, but you do you.”
Jongdae chuckles at that, leaning backwards to rest his weight onto his elbows. “That is probably the closest to a blessing we’ve gotten from you since we suggested this whole thing.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and shovels some food in his mouth instead of responding. Even if he disapproved, it’s a three against one battle and they could easily go behind his back and do whatever they wanted. He isn’t even entirely sure why they’ve roped him into this entire scheme anyway, except to be honest with him or some other convolutedly good-hearted reason.
They eat in silence for a few more minutes, and when he’s finally done his food, Jongdae sets down his bowl down before cracking his neck in both directions and then his fingers. “Okay, now let’s get down the business.”
Jongdae glances at Kyungsoo briefly, as if anticipating some sort of response. When Kyungsoo continues munching on his lunch instead, Jongdae turns away and steps out into the middle of the rooftop before kicking his shoes and socks off. Kyungsoo wrinkles his nose slightly at how dirty his feet are going to be afterwards.
The way Jongdae manipulates the elements around him is a lot different from the way Chanyeol and Baekhyun do it, probably because Kyungsoo usually only sees him go at it alone while the other two almost always work in concert. Jongdae stands up, feet firmly planted as he bends his knees just a tad, instead of sitting down, and his arms are first outstretched above his head before he does anything, trying to feel what’s going on around him.
After a few moments, Jongdae starts moving, feet sliding against concrete as he punches through the air, each movement crisp and distinct as if he was posing with every step. Kyungsoo watches as Jongdae moves in a small spiral, tiny sparks flickering off his fists as he aims them at a slight angle. When he finishes, ending up about five meters to the right of where he started, Jongdae brings his hands together and claps lightly, an action so markedly different from the powerful punches he had sent just moments ago that it’s almost funny.
When Jongdae makes a move to put his shoes back on, Kyungsoo calls out, “Wipe your fucking feet!” Jongdae flips him the bird but tiptoes barefoot to where Kyungsoo is holding out a napkin anyway, shoes dangling from his fingers.
“I don’t think anyone’s noticed anything.” Baekhyun frowns as he scrolls through the Naver results from when he searched their names. They’re sitting around Jongdae’s apartment on a Friday night, Chanyeol sprawled across the couch and taking it up entirely while the other three are lying in different positions on the floor. Kyungsoo watches Baekhyun open an article compiling netizen comments about how he makes mornings much brighter and rolls his eyes as Baekhyun lights up just a little.
“Eh, people are bound to notice eventually. It’s only been about a month and it’s not like we’re members of a popular boyband or something.” Chanyeol’s voice is muffled by the throw pillow smushed against his face. Kyungsoo wonders how long Chanyeol thinks eventually is supposed to take. He struggles to roll onto his back without flipping himself off the couch. “Weathermen are notorious for being wrong all the time. They’ve got to see that we’re a little different since we’re right all the time.”
“Maybe people only like us for our winning personalities and don’t actually care about what we’re presenting.” Jongdae sighs in mock disappointment. “The struggles of broadcast journalism.” Chanyeol chucks the pillow at him as Baekhyun laughs, but Jongdae catches it and places it on the floor to lay his head down instead.
There’s a knock on the door-the fried chicken delivery boy, no doubt. They look at each other for a moment, none of them willing to get up from where they’ve made themselves comfortable, before Baekhyun says, “Not it.”
“Not it.”
“Not it.”
“No-damn it,” Jongdae whines. “I just got the pillow, too.” He continues lying on the ground for a moment before Baekhyun extends his foot to poke him. Then, he lifts himself off the ground with a groan.
As they wait for Jongdae to come back with the food, Baekhyun continues scrolling through Naver and says, “What if we make people start talking about us?”
Chanyeol sits up a little and snorts. “Like how?”
“The internet?” Baekhyun replies, as if that was even a remotely specific answer. “We all studied journalism. We know how to manipulate the media.”
“I think you overestimate the power of netizens,” Kyungsoo says, but Chanyeol speaks over him just as he finishes his sentence.
“Wait, that could be a good idea, though.”
“What’s a good idea?” Jongdae asks as he comes in with two boxes of chicken and sets them down on the coffee table.
“Advertising.” Baekhyun grins as he opens up blank post in some anonymous forum.
“That’s too small a scale-”
“Shush, Kyungsoo. You gotta start small if you want to get anywhere.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and picks himself up to grab a chicken wing. “How about we call ourselves…the Gods of the Weather?” Baekhyun starts typing.
“Cool.”
“Sounds sexy.”
“Narcissistic.”
“There is no winning with you, is there, Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun jokes, and the corners of Kyungsoo’s lips quirk up just a little.
“Someone has to make sure you don’t get yourselves killed.”
Author: ganlanshu
Recipient: skyroll
Pairing/Focus: OT4, Kyungsoo
Rating: PG (for language)
Warnings: Lack of knowledge of Korean broadcast journalism
Length: 2575
Summary: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Jongdae have the power to change the weather. Kyungsoo tries to make sure they don’t manage to screw up the entire world.
Kyungsoo can name plenty of reasons for why this is a terrible idea.
“Guys, I don’t think changing the natural course of the weather is going to end well,” he says, but his warning falls upon deaf ears and drunk minds as Baekhyun and Chanyeol are draped over each other, laughing loudly as they croon about what geniuses they are. Meanwhile, Jongdae is off to the side, making sure they don’t spill any more soju than they already have, but he looks almost worryingly entertained by the idea. “Guys, no,” Kyungsoo presses.
“Eh, they’ll probably forget about it in the morning.” Jongdae laughs, his own face a little bit flushed. “But I don’t think it’d be that big of a deal.” Kyungsoo stares blankly at him for about fifteen seconds before Jongdae sighs and shakes his head. “I think you need another drink,” Jongdae decides as he waves the bartender over to order another shot.
“We’re going to be famous!” Chanyeol and Baekhyun chorus, slurring their words at different places and being all together almost incoherent.
Kyungsoo winces as the liquor burns down his throat.
While they’ve all been part of the Seoul Metro News weather team for about a year now, Kyungsoo has actually known Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Jongdae since the winter of their freshman year of college. At the time, they were pursuing degrees in either journalism or environmental studies (or both if you had a death wish like Park Chanyeol) with the intent on becoming meteorologists, and it’s a miracle they all actually stayed on that path.
Originally, Kyungsoo had thought nothing of it, assuming he had just found a group of like-minded individuals (Jongdae had even said, once upon a time, that he felt “intimately connected to nature”, which Kyungsoo found a little extreme, but it was nice to see someone else passionate about the profession). But after two years, he began to notice how frequent thunderstorms were when Jongdae was stressed out about finals.
Then, everything became almost painstakingly clear to Kyungsoo during their junior spring.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol had taken him to an impossibly intimidating building in downtown Seoul-the paneled glass gleaming in the sunlight as it towered high above the surrounding buildings. As they entered the building, Kyungsoo watched as the sliding doors opened up to reveal marble floors, a wide reception desk flanked by two large plants, and a neat row of clocks showing the current time in various international cities. He had shifted uncomfortably in his worn jeans and sweatshirt, feeling out of place in such a professional building and afraid that someone would come to kick them out for trespassing. There was no reason for a bunch of gangly college kids to be in here.
Chanyeol led them to the elevators, which Kyungsoo noticed needed some sort of keycard to even get onto, and Kyungsoo half-expected Chanyeol to just press the up and down buttons repeatedly and hope for the best or try to find the stairs. Instead, Chanyeol pulled out a lanyard from his sweatshirt pocket and pressed the attached card to the sensor pad before the elevator doors slid open.
Kyungsoo still remembers the corny music that played as the elevator shot up to the top floor-Pachelbel’s Canon. Kind of random, kind of not.
“My sister is a reporter for SBS,” Chanyeol answered Kyungsoo’s unspoken question, deep voice reverberating despite how small the elevator car was. Except it hadn’t explained anything, still doesn’t explain anything. As far as Kyungsoo knows, this building isn’t even owned by SBS, and if it actually is, why had it been so empty during a Tuesday afternoon?
No one really said anything for the rest of the ride. From beside him, Kyungsoo could see Baekhyun and Chanyeol smiling at each other with inexplicable nervous excitement.
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding after what seemed like an eternity (probably was an eternity given how tall the building was), and after climbing a short flight of stairs, they were finally on the roof. The wind whipped precariously around Kyungsoo’s head, but instead of leading him to the edge, Baekhyun and Chanyeol sat down at the center of the rooftop, crossing their legs and staring at each other.
“Watch this.” Chanyeol flashed a quick grin at him before turning back to Baekhyun and grabbing his hands. Kyungsoo stood by them, awkwardly hovering at they continued staring at each other, brows furrowed at each other almost as a challenge.
Suddenly, the wind stopped around them before picking up just as quickly, circling them like a cyclone as it picked up little pieces of dirt from the floor. The column of air tapered off into a small cloud only a few feet above their heads as the winds died down again.
And then it started snowing.
Not everywhere, of course. Just from their small little cloud, Kyungsoo observed with fascination, confusion, and a little bit of fear. He began shivering in his thin sweatshirt, too, as the air around them felt as if it had dropped below freezing when it had been a pleasantly warm spring day only minutes before.
Then, Baekhyun scrunched his face and pursed his lips, causing Chanyeol to start laughing and let go of Baekhyun’s hands, and with that, the tiny cloud disappeared. With every hiccup of laughter, a burst of heat radiated from Chanyeol until the temperature returned to back where it had been.
“Cool, right?” Baekhyun smiled as he brushed off his butt after standing up. Chanyeol followed suit once he composed himself and swung an arm over Baekhyun’s shoulders. Kyungsoo nods his head slowly.
“Jongdae’s a little better than us with this stuff, but he can only really change things that are already there instead of making them,” Chanyeol explained. “But, I mean, the three of us together can make some awesome shit happen.”
Kyungsoo pressed his lips into a thin line, unsure of what to say as he wondered almost guiltily how long the three of them had kept this a secret from him.
“Look, we aren’t going to change the weather completely,” Baekhyun explains a few days after that night at the bar. Baekhyun’s still in his makeup from being Seoul’s Cheeriest Morning Weatherman!, having cornered Kyungsoo in the news studio’s computer room.
“I thought that was just a bad drunk idea that we were never going to discuss again,” Kyungsoo deadpans as he looks through some of the historical information about the temperatures in Seoul. It’s supposed to be a pretty hot summer, according to Chanyeol, so Kyungsoo is compiling some data to they came make some comparisons on air later.
“Just hear me out, okay?” Baekhyun pleads. Kyungsoo sighs as he clicks out of the database and turns to face Baekhyun. Why does he even put up with this shit?
“So we do forecasts like normal, right?” Kyungsoo nods at Baekhyun’s words, crossing his arms unimpressed. “Like, we make our predictions based entirely off of] the readings and the storm tracker and all that. Just like any upstanding meteorologist would do.”
Baekhyun stops and waits for Kyungsoo to react. Kyungsoo just raises an eyebrow as if to say, “Get on with it.”
“So, we only do anything if we think the weather’s going to do something weird, like start raining a few hours early or raise the temperature a few degrees or something. Nothing major, but then we have more accurate predictions because we’re the ones controlling the weather,” Baekhyun finishes. Kyungsoo stares at Baekhyun, frowning a bit, and Baekhyun shifts a bit in his seat.
“Fine,” Kyungsoo decides finally, unable to formulate a reason for them not to at least try, he guesses. And if his friends aren’t pulling random meteorological events out of their asses, Kyungsoo thinks the ecosystems of Seoul Korea will forgive them. Baekhyun breaks out into a large smile, standing up and placing both his hands on Kyungsoo’s shoulders.
“It’ll be awesome!” Baekhyun beams as Kyungsoo lets up a long-suffering sigh.
He still thinks this is a terrible idea, though.
“So are you just going to be patrolling the weather from up here for the rest of your life?” Kyungsoo asks Jongdae skeptically as they eat lunch on the rooftop of the Most Intimidating Skyscraper on Earth.
He only comes here whenever one of the other three want to play around with their powers or show off. Kyungsoo still doesn’t know who gave Chanyeol (and by extension, them) clearance to have free range in this building or why it’s eerily empty all the time. Despite having first seen this place years ago, Kyungsoo has yet to actually see anyone other than them enter this building. If anything, he has only noticed how some people walk even faster as they approach the building, as if to avoid its judgmental gaze for not working in as professional looking building as itself. Even those dressed in well-tailored suits and pencil skirts seem wary of the building.
After all this time, though, Kyungsoo has learned better than to ask too many questions about this place.
It’s Sunday, which means Chanyeol is the only one working today, as the weekend weatherman. Baekhyun’s probably still asleep and recovering from a massive hangover, even though he said he’d meet them there by 2 PM.
Which probably means he isn’t coming at all.
“Eh, probably before I retire, at least.” Jongdae snorts, opening up his Tupperware of scrambled eggs. “Or if I make a dramatic career change. In the meantime, I can probably track the clouds and whatever storms there are going to be for up to three days from all the way up here, which means I only have to actually be up here, like, two or three a week, especially if Chanyeol and Baekhyun come up to fix the little things. Rotations and shit.”
Kyungsoo hums noncommittally as he puts a piece of kimchi onto his rice.
“I don’t get why you guys want to give yourselves that much extra work, though, but you do you.”
Jongdae chuckles at that, leaning backwards to rest his weight onto his elbows. “That is probably the closest to a blessing we’ve gotten from you since we suggested this whole thing.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and shovels some food in his mouth instead of responding. Even if he disapproved, it’s a three against one battle and they could easily go behind his back and do whatever they wanted. He isn’t even entirely sure why they’ve roped him into this entire scheme anyway, except to be honest with him or some other convolutedly good-hearted reason.
They eat in silence for a few more minutes, and when he’s finally done his food, Jongdae sets down his bowl down before cracking his neck in both directions and then his fingers. “Okay, now let’s get down the business.”
Jongdae glances at Kyungsoo briefly, as if anticipating some sort of response. When Kyungsoo continues munching on his lunch instead, Jongdae turns away and steps out into the middle of the rooftop before kicking his shoes and socks off. Kyungsoo wrinkles his nose slightly at how dirty his feet are going to be afterwards.
The way Jongdae manipulates the elements around him is a lot different from the way Chanyeol and Baekhyun do it, probably because Kyungsoo usually only sees him go at it alone while the other two almost always work in concert. Jongdae stands up, feet firmly planted as he bends his knees just a tad, instead of sitting down, and his arms are first outstretched above his head before he does anything, trying to feel what’s going on around him.
After a few moments, Jongdae starts moving, feet sliding against concrete as he punches through the air, each movement crisp and distinct as if he was posing with every step. Kyungsoo watches as Jongdae moves in a small spiral, tiny sparks flickering off his fists as he aims them at a slight angle. When he finishes, ending up about five meters to the right of where he started, Jongdae brings his hands together and claps lightly, an action so markedly different from the powerful punches he had sent just moments ago that it’s almost funny.
When Jongdae makes a move to put his shoes back on, Kyungsoo calls out, “Wipe your fucking feet!” Jongdae flips him the bird but tiptoes barefoot to where Kyungsoo is holding out a napkin anyway, shoes dangling from his fingers.
“I don’t think anyone’s noticed anything.” Baekhyun frowns as he scrolls through the Naver results from when he searched their names. They’re sitting around Jongdae’s apartment on a Friday night, Chanyeol sprawled across the couch and taking it up entirely while the other three are lying in different positions on the floor. Kyungsoo watches Baekhyun open an article compiling netizen comments about how he makes mornings much brighter and rolls his eyes as Baekhyun lights up just a little.
“Eh, people are bound to notice eventually. It’s only been about a month and it’s not like we’re members of a popular boyband or something.” Chanyeol’s voice is muffled by the throw pillow smushed against his face. Kyungsoo wonders how long Chanyeol thinks eventually is supposed to take. He struggles to roll onto his back without flipping himself off the couch. “Weathermen are notorious for being wrong all the time. They’ve got to see that we’re a little different since we’re right all the time.”
“Maybe people only like us for our winning personalities and don’t actually care about what we’re presenting.” Jongdae sighs in mock disappointment. “The struggles of broadcast journalism.” Chanyeol chucks the pillow at him as Baekhyun laughs, but Jongdae catches it and places it on the floor to lay his head down instead.
There’s a knock on the door-the fried chicken delivery boy, no doubt. They look at each other for a moment, none of them willing to get up from where they’ve made themselves comfortable, before Baekhyun says, “Not it.”
“Not it.”
“Not it.”
“No-damn it,” Jongdae whines. “I just got the pillow, too.” He continues lying on the ground for a moment before Baekhyun extends his foot to poke him. Then, he lifts himself off the ground with a groan.
As they wait for Jongdae to come back with the food, Baekhyun continues scrolling through Naver and says, “What if we make people start talking about us?”
Chanyeol sits up a little and snorts. “Like how?”
“The internet?” Baekhyun replies, as if that was even a remotely specific answer. “We all studied journalism. We know how to manipulate the media.”
“I think you overestimate the power of netizens,” Kyungsoo says, but Chanyeol speaks over him just as he finishes his sentence.
“Wait, that could be a good idea, though.”
“What’s a good idea?” Jongdae asks as he comes in with two boxes of chicken and sets them down on the coffee table.
“Advertising.” Baekhyun grins as he opens up blank post in some anonymous forum.
“That’s too small a scale-”
“Shush, Kyungsoo. You gotta start small if you want to get anywhere.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and picks himself up to grab a chicken wing. “How about we call ourselves…the Gods of the Weather?” Baekhyun starts typing.
“Cool.”
“Sounds sexy.”
“Narcissistic.”
“There is no winning with you, is there, Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun jokes, and the corners of Kyungsoo’s lips quirk up just a little.
“Someone has to make sure you don’t get yourselves killed.”