[Snapshot Drabbles]
Snapshot Verse
Jessica/Tiffany friendship (511 words) ~~
Kibum/Donghae friendship (426 words) ~~
Ryeowook/Sooyoung/Eunhyuk friendship (403 words) ~~
Donghae/Sunny friendship (303 words) ~~
Sungmin/Donghae romance (410 words) ~~
PG - 13
Random, unconnected drabbles from my snapshots AU verse.
Jessica/Tiffany
Why don't you listen to me
“Tiffany Hwang.”
There was no response except the clattering of make up products inside the bathroom.
“Can’t you pay attention to me, my foot is swollen and I can’t fly to Brazil, do you know how bad my life is right now? I would have gotten an overnight too, at least twelve hours of pay for touring.”
More tinkling with caps and lids, and then a shriek. Jessica assumes her roommate has been fatally shot, highly unlikely, or screwed up her powder, possible, but unlikely given that Tiffany actually reads up on fashion magazines for tips and whatnot.
Jessica snickered, or she used the bottle of thinking it was skin toner only to realize it was nail polish remover.
“Tiffany, can’t you talk while you fumble around the house, and leaving a path of destruction that I have to clean up after isn’t something I’m exactly fond of every morning when you have work.”
“Seriously, everyone who’s been up here knows that most of this mess belongs to you. And please, the mess you make when you’re getting ready to go to the airport, oh my god Jessica, don’t even.”
“It’s not a mess; everything is strategically placed and well organized. Don’t blame me, I’m on call. They call me, I have two hours to get ready, you seriously can’t blame me for leaving a mess behind.”
“Jessica, please stop talking, I’m gonna be late to the photoshoot.” Tiffany popped out of the bathroom, busily trying to put on a pair of earrings.
“Oh please, it’s not like it matters, your Sungmin loves you, one or two good words from the CEO himself, the cameraman won’t even remember that you were late.” Jessica turned back her attention to the television, trying to hide her amusement. Tiffany makes the best entertainment when she’s bumbling around their flat.
“Shut up. Sungmin is just a good friend who helps me out,” Tiffany defended, her bag slung messily over one shoulder while she stepped into her heels.
“You keep telling yourself that,” Jessica flipped through the channels, nothing garnering her attention. Soap opera re-runs and infomercials were definitely not interesting. The music stations were bland, the abundant influx of new groups drowning the industry into its own demise. Jessica scowled, why were teenagers performing on stage when they can barely even carry a decent tune. “Are you sure he’s not interested in you, maybe you’re just oblivious again.”
“No, and what do you mean again,” Tiffany swiped her set of keys off the kitchen counter, “won’t be back tonight, don’t even text me, I probably won’t get it and the last thing I want is you to throw another tantrum.”
“Whatever, people would pay me to throw a tantrum at them.” Jessica rubbed her foot gently. She was still bitter about that man rolling his suitcase over her foot on that flight to Madrid. “Stupid brat, how can he run my foot over with his suitcase, Tiffany, did I even tell you about him?”
She turned around and her roommate was already out the door.
Kibum/Donghae
Midnight Phonecalls
Donghae tapped his fingers impatiently on the hotel pillows, the droning echo of the phone drowning inside his ear. Why wasn’t Kibum picking up the phone, he promised to talk to him before he caught his connecting flight and when he landed, you know, to make sure he was okay.
Secretly, Kibum was slightly scared that Donghae would get lost; like that time he flew to New Delhi instead of New York. Leave it up to the flight attendants to miss that one, and Donghae to actually not realize that the plane was playing the prerecorded safety procedures in Indian. He ended up missing the appointment with the modeling agency, but he did bring back quite a few interesting delicacies. Kibum’s stomach did a few lopsided turns at the fond memories.
“Hello?” A sleepy voice whimpered into the phone and Donghae sat up excitedly, almost tugging the phone off the cabinet.
“Kibum!! It’s Donghae.” Donghae chirped into the receiver, fingers twirling around the black plastic cord. “I’m in Spain, this place is awesome.”
“Great.” Kibum groaned.
“I listened to your advice and I talked with him, and guess what, Kibum-ah, we sat next to each other on the flight. I think it is fate.”
“Brilliant…” Kibum implanted his face back onto his pillow after checking the time on his cell phone. For a while, the three awfully looked like an eight, and it would have been okay had it been eight fifteen in the morning. The blurring lines finally settled down and Kibum wanted to cry.
“I know, we’re staying at the same hotel, and we decided to stick together. He’s so cute, Kibum, you have to meet him when we’re back in Korea.”
“Wonderful.”
“Why do you sound so tired, Kibummie, can’t you be more excited, I really think that things might work out.” Donghae practically sighed into the phone. “We’re meeting up later go to do more sightseeing, and it’s going to be so a-”
“Amazing…” Kibum’s tolerance wasn’t just at zero, it was fucking negative right now. Kibum was a very tolerant person when it came to Donghae, but now, now just wasn’t the time for anything.
“Fine, don’t care, see if I care.” Donghae whined, completely oblivious to their time difference, “I’m hanging up now, I bet you’re happy.”
Kibum hung up first, face planting straight into the pillow. Happiness never felt so soft and warm and inviting and his bloody phone was ringing again. Leaning over, he took out the battery and threw his phone carelessly somewhere on his bed.
Ryeowook/Sooyoung/Eunhyuk
Lunchroom Gossip
“Don’t you guys think Sungmin has been different lately?” Sooyoung slinked into the coffee room, pouring herself a mug.
“I’ve known him for, how many years already, and I do not recall hearing him hum.” Hyukjae pulled out a chair, swiping the magazines away to make room for Ryeowook’s baked goods, “Ryeowook, you have to know something.”
“And you’re his childhood friend for more than fifteen years,” Ryeowook barely placed the tray on the table when Sooyoung already snatched a pastry, “and as of a matter of fact, I was going to ask you two about what’s going on, since you guys are closer to him anyways.”
“I am not,” Sooyoung widened her eyes in surprise, “watch what you say there, buddy, remember what happened last time something like that broke out?”
“Actually, I don’t, care to remind me?” Hyukjae waggled his eyebrows and Sooyoung slapped him, “But seriously, something’s different with Sungmin, Ryeowook come on, don’t make us use alcohol on you again. It wasn’t exactly the cheapest way to pry information out of you.”
“You’re all evil, why do I even bother baking things for you guys. I refuse to say anything because he’s my boss, and I don’t want to bad mouth him.”
“As if this news will make it back to him, oh Ryeowookie, you’re so cute sometimes,” Hyukjae cooed, reaching over to pinch his cheeks.
“Touch me and there will be no strawberry squares next time,” Ryeowook smacked his hand away, helping himself to a walnut crumble, “it’s not like he’s been having meetings or anything that’s out of the ordinary, everything’s pretty standard, like usual.”
“And you said you wouldn’t talk behind his back, we should ask Youngwoon, he should know something?” Sooyoung turned to look expectantly at Hyukjae.
“I don’t know him, don’t look at me, Ryeowook should go. Everyone loves him and his baking.”
“Go fuck yourself, Hyukjae.” Ryeowook huffed, “I’m going back to work, and no, do not call me or message me.”
“Fine, fine,” Sooyoung took back her steaming mug, “I have a few calls to make anyways, see you later, bitches.”
“If you define one hour as later, then yes, I’ll see you later.” Hyukjae put the lid back on the tray, snatching his mug last. How else were they suppose to get through the long work days without meeting up in one of the snack rooms and gossip about their company?
Donghae/Sunny
Playing the right cards
“Good, you’re here,” A short girl with brown highlights bounced over to him. She looked mildly familiar, her voice was light and feathery, and Donghae swore he had heard it before, he just couldn’t remember where.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Donghae lagged and bowed politely because this person looked important. He narrowed his eyes, finally being able to read her tiny nametag pinned on her vest. “Sunny-sshi, I’m so sorry I’m late.”
“Trust me, I’ve seen worse,” Sunny smiled before a scowl replaced her happy expression, “as long as we finish by four, I’m all good. Sungmin doesn’t believe in overtime, at least not for me, so you know, just don’t mess up.”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” Donghae frantically hurried off to get his hair and makeup done when Sunny appeared again.
“I’ve seen your shots for D&G, and I must say, Sungmin sure has a good eye for people like you,” She smiled sweetly, one hand on the counter while the other shuffled into his hair, loosening it up a bit, “I’m sure you’ll meet my expectations and we’ll get along perfectly, right, Donghae-sshi?”
“Yes, we will, I will not disappoint you.” Donghae swallowed nervously. Donghae always considered himself good at making people like him, giving people good impressions, having people enjoy talking to him, but Sunny was different. Her words were harsh and blunt, yet sharp with undertones and hidden meanings.
“You don’t have to be so polite, Donghae-sshi,” Sunny smiled again, a slightly different smile, “I don’t want Sungmin on my tail for being harsh on his people, so you know, be more casual and relax, it’s all cool.”
Donghae nodded, more nervous than before because Sunny played three different hands on him and he had no idea what to do. Were business people all so scary with their words?
Donghae/Sungmin
It won't stop crying
Donghae changed immediately when Sungmin hung up, or rather, he began changing while he was still on the phone with Sungmin. It sounded pretty urgent, because Sungmin was yelling, his words came flying out and Donghae figured that he’s probably in a very awkward situation.
It won’t stop crying, I don’t know, you’re good with kids right, come help me.
Donghae was mildly amused to say the least. Sungmin never liked kids, not when they’re crying in the same restaurant, not when they’re running around and tripping when they’re strolling down a lane in the park or by the pier, not when they’re crying havoc in the mall. Sometimes they were too much, that Donghae would admit, but children were still young and innocent and too adorable. He received another text and groaned. Sungmin and kids just don’t work well together.
I swear to god, it just won’t stop. Lee Donghae are you coming yet, people keep looking at me like I’m torturing it or something, but I’m not oh god it’s crying again.
Donghae flagged down a taxi and made his way to Sungmin. They weren’t hard to find, to say the least, because the wailing could be heard literally a mile away. Sungmin was perched on the bench, lips jutted out and arms folded. It looked more like he was the kid being put in a time out.
“Hae, thank fucking god,” Sungmin sprung up and pulled him harshly by the arm, “It won’t shut up.”
“Maybe if you stop treating it like an object, and be nice to him, he’ll stop crying.” Donghae ignored his boyfriend, instead sinking down by the bench. The boy looked no more than five, his eyes were large, expressive and welling with tears. “Hey buddy, what’s your name?”
“Minhwan.” Sungmin snapped while he was browsing his phone.
“Wasn’t talking to you,” Donghae shot back, missing Sungmin’s look of disgust, “So your name is Minhwan, right?”
The boy nodded meekly, acknowledging his name. He seemed to calm down a bit after Donghae had arrived.
“I’m Donghae.” Donghae grinned and held out his hand. Minhwan looked hesitant. “I’m Sungmin hyung’s good friend. So Minhwan, why are you crying, are you hungry?”
“Do you think I’m some kind of a freak, of course I gave it food,” Sungmin mused halfheartedly,
“Sungmin, shut up and go away.” Donghae almost ordered and the other man did as told. Children were definitely not one of his favourite pastimes.
Jessica/Tiffany friendship (511 words) ~~
Kibum/Donghae friendship (426 words) ~~
Ryeowook/Sooyoung/Eunhyuk friendship (403 words) ~~
Donghae/Sunny friendship (303 words) ~~
Sungmin/Donghae romance (410 words) ~~
PG - 13
Random, unconnected drabbles from my snapshots AU verse.
Jessica/Tiffany
Why don't you listen to me
“Tiffany Hwang.”
There was no response except the clattering of make up products inside the bathroom.
“Can’t you pay attention to me, my foot is swollen and I can’t fly to Brazil, do you know how bad my life is right now? I would have gotten an overnight too, at least twelve hours of pay for touring.”
More tinkling with caps and lids, and then a shriek. Jessica assumes her roommate has been fatally shot, highly unlikely, or screwed up her powder, possible, but unlikely given that Tiffany actually reads up on fashion magazines for tips and whatnot.
Jessica snickered, or she used the bottle of thinking it was skin toner only to realize it was nail polish remover.
“Tiffany, can’t you talk while you fumble around the house, and leaving a path of destruction that I have to clean up after isn’t something I’m exactly fond of every morning when you have work.”
“Seriously, everyone who’s been up here knows that most of this mess belongs to you. And please, the mess you make when you’re getting ready to go to the airport, oh my god Jessica, don’t even.”
“It’s not a mess; everything is strategically placed and well organized. Don’t blame me, I’m on call. They call me, I have two hours to get ready, you seriously can’t blame me for leaving a mess behind.”
“Jessica, please stop talking, I’m gonna be late to the photoshoot.” Tiffany popped out of the bathroom, busily trying to put on a pair of earrings.
“Oh please, it’s not like it matters, your Sungmin loves you, one or two good words from the CEO himself, the cameraman won’t even remember that you were late.” Jessica turned back her attention to the television, trying to hide her amusement. Tiffany makes the best entertainment when she’s bumbling around their flat.
“Shut up. Sungmin is just a good friend who helps me out,” Tiffany defended, her bag slung messily over one shoulder while she stepped into her heels.
“You keep telling yourself that,” Jessica flipped through the channels, nothing garnering her attention. Soap opera re-runs and infomercials were definitely not interesting. The music stations were bland, the abundant influx of new groups drowning the industry into its own demise. Jessica scowled, why were teenagers performing on stage when they can barely even carry a decent tune. “Are you sure he’s not interested in you, maybe you’re just oblivious again.”
“No, and what do you mean again,” Tiffany swiped her set of keys off the kitchen counter, “won’t be back tonight, don’t even text me, I probably won’t get it and the last thing I want is you to throw another tantrum.”
“Whatever, people would pay me to throw a tantrum at them.” Jessica rubbed her foot gently. She was still bitter about that man rolling his suitcase over her foot on that flight to Madrid. “Stupid brat, how can he run my foot over with his suitcase, Tiffany, did I even tell you about him?”
She turned around and her roommate was already out the door.
Kibum/Donghae
Midnight Phonecalls
Donghae tapped his fingers impatiently on the hotel pillows, the droning echo of the phone drowning inside his ear. Why wasn’t Kibum picking up the phone, he promised to talk to him before he caught his connecting flight and when he landed, you know, to make sure he was okay.
Secretly, Kibum was slightly scared that Donghae would get lost; like that time he flew to New Delhi instead of New York. Leave it up to the flight attendants to miss that one, and Donghae to actually not realize that the plane was playing the prerecorded safety procedures in Indian. He ended up missing the appointment with the modeling agency, but he did bring back quite a few interesting delicacies. Kibum’s stomach did a few lopsided turns at the fond memories.
“Hello?” A sleepy voice whimpered into the phone and Donghae sat up excitedly, almost tugging the phone off the cabinet.
“Kibum!! It’s Donghae.” Donghae chirped into the receiver, fingers twirling around the black plastic cord. “I’m in Spain, this place is awesome.”
“Great.” Kibum groaned.
“I listened to your advice and I talked with him, and guess what, Kibum-ah, we sat next to each other on the flight. I think it is fate.”
“Brilliant…” Kibum implanted his face back onto his pillow after checking the time on his cell phone. For a while, the three awfully looked like an eight, and it would have been okay had it been eight fifteen in the morning. The blurring lines finally settled down and Kibum wanted to cry.
“I know, we’re staying at the same hotel, and we decided to stick together. He’s so cute, Kibum, you have to meet him when we’re back in Korea.”
“Wonderful.”
“Why do you sound so tired, Kibummie, can’t you be more excited, I really think that things might work out.” Donghae practically sighed into the phone. “We’re meeting up later go to do more sightseeing, and it’s going to be so a-”
“Amazing…” Kibum’s tolerance wasn’t just at zero, it was fucking negative right now. Kibum was a very tolerant person when it came to Donghae, but now, now just wasn’t the time for anything.
“Fine, don’t care, see if I care.” Donghae whined, completely oblivious to their time difference, “I’m hanging up now, I bet you’re happy.”
Kibum hung up first, face planting straight into the pillow. Happiness never felt so soft and warm and inviting and his bloody phone was ringing again. Leaning over, he took out the battery and threw his phone carelessly somewhere on his bed.
Ryeowook/Sooyoung/Eunhyuk
Lunchroom Gossip
“Don’t you guys think Sungmin has been different lately?” Sooyoung slinked into the coffee room, pouring herself a mug.
“I’ve known him for, how many years already, and I do not recall hearing him hum.” Hyukjae pulled out a chair, swiping the magazines away to make room for Ryeowook’s baked goods, “Ryeowook, you have to know something.”
“And you’re his childhood friend for more than fifteen years,” Ryeowook barely placed the tray on the table when Sooyoung already snatched a pastry, “and as of a matter of fact, I was going to ask you two about what’s going on, since you guys are closer to him anyways.”
“I am not,” Sooyoung widened her eyes in surprise, “watch what you say there, buddy, remember what happened last time something like that broke out?”
“Actually, I don’t, care to remind me?” Hyukjae waggled his eyebrows and Sooyoung slapped him, “But seriously, something’s different with Sungmin, Ryeowook come on, don’t make us use alcohol on you again. It wasn’t exactly the cheapest way to pry information out of you.”
“You’re all evil, why do I even bother baking things for you guys. I refuse to say anything because he’s my boss, and I don’t want to bad mouth him.”
“As if this news will make it back to him, oh Ryeowookie, you’re so cute sometimes,” Hyukjae cooed, reaching over to pinch his cheeks.
“Touch me and there will be no strawberry squares next time,” Ryeowook smacked his hand away, helping himself to a walnut crumble, “it’s not like he’s been having meetings or anything that’s out of the ordinary, everything’s pretty standard, like usual.”
“And you said you wouldn’t talk behind his back, we should ask Youngwoon, he should know something?” Sooyoung turned to look expectantly at Hyukjae.
“I don’t know him, don’t look at me, Ryeowook should go. Everyone loves him and his baking.”
“Go fuck yourself, Hyukjae.” Ryeowook huffed, “I’m going back to work, and no, do not call me or message me.”
“Fine, fine,” Sooyoung took back her steaming mug, “I have a few calls to make anyways, see you later, bitches.”
“If you define one hour as later, then yes, I’ll see you later.” Hyukjae put the lid back on the tray, snatching his mug last. How else were they suppose to get through the long work days without meeting up in one of the snack rooms and gossip about their company?
Donghae/Sunny
Playing the right cards
“Good, you’re here,” A short girl with brown highlights bounced over to him. She looked mildly familiar, her voice was light and feathery, and Donghae swore he had heard it before, he just couldn’t remember where.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Donghae lagged and bowed politely because this person looked important. He narrowed his eyes, finally being able to read her tiny nametag pinned on her vest. “Sunny-sshi, I’m so sorry I’m late.”
“Trust me, I’ve seen worse,” Sunny smiled before a scowl replaced her happy expression, “as long as we finish by four, I’m all good. Sungmin doesn’t believe in overtime, at least not for me, so you know, just don’t mess up.”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” Donghae frantically hurried off to get his hair and makeup done when Sunny appeared again.
“I’ve seen your shots for D&G, and I must say, Sungmin sure has a good eye for people like you,” She smiled sweetly, one hand on the counter while the other shuffled into his hair, loosening it up a bit, “I’m sure you’ll meet my expectations and we’ll get along perfectly, right, Donghae-sshi?”
“Yes, we will, I will not disappoint you.” Donghae swallowed nervously. Donghae always considered himself good at making people like him, giving people good impressions, having people enjoy talking to him, but Sunny was different. Her words were harsh and blunt, yet sharp with undertones and hidden meanings.
“You don’t have to be so polite, Donghae-sshi,” Sunny smiled again, a slightly different smile, “I don’t want Sungmin on my tail for being harsh on his people, so you know, be more casual and relax, it’s all cool.”
Donghae nodded, more nervous than before because Sunny played three different hands on him and he had no idea what to do. Were business people all so scary with their words?
Donghae/Sungmin
It won't stop crying
Donghae changed immediately when Sungmin hung up, or rather, he began changing while he was still on the phone with Sungmin. It sounded pretty urgent, because Sungmin was yelling, his words came flying out and Donghae figured that he’s probably in a very awkward situation.
It won’t stop crying, I don’t know, you’re good with kids right, come help me.
Donghae was mildly amused to say the least. Sungmin never liked kids, not when they’re crying in the same restaurant, not when they’re running around and tripping when they’re strolling down a lane in the park or by the pier, not when they’re crying havoc in the mall. Sometimes they were too much, that Donghae would admit, but children were still young and innocent and too adorable. He received another text and groaned. Sungmin and kids just don’t work well together.
I swear to god, it just won’t stop. Lee Donghae are you coming yet, people keep looking at me like I’m torturing it or something, but I’m not oh god it’s crying again.
Donghae flagged down a taxi and made his way to Sungmin. They weren’t hard to find, to say the least, because the wailing could be heard literally a mile away. Sungmin was perched on the bench, lips jutted out and arms folded. It looked more like he was the kid being put in a time out.
“Hae, thank fucking god,” Sungmin sprung up and pulled him harshly by the arm, “It won’t shut up.”
“Maybe if you stop treating it like an object, and be nice to him, he’ll stop crying.” Donghae ignored his boyfriend, instead sinking down by the bench. The boy looked no more than five, his eyes were large, expressive and welling with tears. “Hey buddy, what’s your name?”
“Minhwan.” Sungmin snapped while he was browsing his phone.
“Wasn’t talking to you,” Donghae shot back, missing Sungmin’s look of disgust, “So your name is Minhwan, right?”
The boy nodded meekly, acknowledging his name. He seemed to calm down a bit after Donghae had arrived.
“I’m Donghae.” Donghae grinned and held out his hand. Minhwan looked hesitant. “I’m Sungmin hyung’s good friend. So Minhwan, why are you crying, are you hungry?”
“Do you think I’m some kind of a freak, of course I gave it food,” Sungmin mused halfheartedly,
“Sungmin, shut up and go away.” Donghae almost ordered and the other man did as told. Children were definitely not one of his favourite pastimes.