february advent, day 5 for idolrapper
title: that suit and tie does catch my eye (as does your unzipped fly)
rating: pg-13
pairing(s): jiwon/donghyuk
word count: ????
warning(s): language, jiwon vandalizes public property with drawings of genitalia
a/n: IT'S NOT COMPLETE YET, I'M SO SORRY ;____; THIS IS AN EXCERPT FOR POSTERITY
Basketball team, sleeps a lot, slouches, rough voice, glasses. "Y’know," the girl says, offhand. "My boyfriend."
He should start a tally now. It’s the nth time this has happened, and Chanwoo keeps saying he should take action, but it’s too much fun.
“Look at this one,” Donghyuk whispers, peeling the sticky note off his locker. “Look at how beautiful -”
“Yeah, no,” Chanwoo cuts him off, grabbing it from his hand and scrunching it up. “You’re organizing a meeting, I’m telling you.”
They’ve been over this. “Am not,” Donghyuk says, mildly.
“Are too.” Something in the assuredness of his tone makes Donghyuk turn around. Chanwoo’s holding up his phone, and there’s an email from Donghyuk’s address, sitting there on the screen. URGENT MEETING, the subject line reads, and Donghyuk doesn’t need to read more to understand that Chanwoo is a filthy cheat who uses best friends’ passwords to email the entire student council for assembly against Banksy-esque artists.
“I was going to start a tally,” he hisses, as if that’s anything, before stomping off.
Chanwoo, bless him, yells, “Start it after the meeting?” The question mark carries emphatically over the yards quickly stretching between them.
Which, hmm. Okay. Chanwoo has a point.
rating: pg-13
pairing(s): jiwon/donghyuk
word count: ????
warning(s): language, jiwon vandalizes public property with drawings of genitalia
a/n: IT'S NOT COMPLETE YET, I'M SO SORRY ;____; THIS IS AN EXCERPT FOR POSTERITY
Basketball team, sleeps a lot, slouches, rough voice, glasses. "Y’know," the girl says, offhand. "My boyfriend."
He should start a tally now. It’s the nth time this has happened, and Chanwoo keeps saying he should take action, but it’s too much fun.
“Look at this one,” Donghyuk whispers, peeling the sticky note off his locker. “Look at how beautiful -”
“Yeah, no,” Chanwoo cuts him off, grabbing it from his hand and scrunching it up. “You’re organizing a meeting, I’m telling you.”
They’ve been over this. “Am not,” Donghyuk says, mildly.
“Are too.” Something in the assuredness of his tone makes Donghyuk turn around. Chanwoo’s holding up his phone, and there’s an email from Donghyuk’s address, sitting there on the screen. URGENT MEETING, the subject line reads, and Donghyuk doesn’t need to read more to understand that Chanwoo is a filthy cheat who uses best friends’ passwords to email the entire student council for assembly against Banksy-esque artists.
“I was going to start a tally,” he hisses, as if that’s anything, before stomping off.
Chanwoo, bless him, yells, “Start it after the meeting?” The question mark carries emphatically over the yards quickly stretching between them.
Which, hmm. Okay. Chanwoo has a point.