wishing you luck
He felt the soft vibration in his pocket before he heard the soft buzzing noise it made against the cushion of the chair he was seated in.
The coordi-noona attending to his hair turned around for a moment, trying to locate where the noise was coming from. Thankfully, she quickly dismissed it as her ears playing tricks on her, as he subtly lifted his thigh and pressed it down against the phone, muffling the noise.
“Erm… noona, do you think I should wear that ring you bought me the last time?” He mumbled, fingers crossed in his lap.
“Ring?” He felt his heart sink, anticipating the rejection. “Oh yes! I totally forgot about it. I think it’s with the other noonas. Aigooooo, how smart of you to think about it.”
With a quick pinch of his cheek (which he hated, but for this…), she left the room to search for it, leaving him alone in that makeup room.
He quickly fumbled for his phone in the pocket, all butter fingers, and mumbling-praying that the caller hadn’t hung up.
There was no need to check the caller ID to find out who was calling. He already knew.
Hand over the mouthpiece, he whispered, “Y-yoboseyo?”
He could almost hear the other smirking on the other end of the phone, the latter pleased to know he was the reason for his hyung’s stutter.
“Hyung, our Inkigayo stage just ended!” He could hear the excitement in the younger’s voice.
“I bet you did great.” He grinned despite himself.
How silly, grinning at the mirror before him. But he didn’t care.
“Of course I did great!” That boy would never change.
Silence took over, and a part of him saw the dollars and cents disappearing from his paycheck with each passing moment. Still, he didn’t care.
He heard the other distracted for a minute, as the rowdy voices (he recognized at least five of them, and a few of the SHINee members’ voices) in the background grew louder. A couple of the voices shouted out his name teasingly, only to be rebutted by the caller with sharp snarky retorts, customized for each teasing voice. Highly disrespectful coming from a maknae, but the rest had surely grown used to it.
He grinned again.
Shuffling noises were heard outside the door and he stiffened immediately.
“Listen, manager-hyung said no phonecalls and they’re gonna be back…”
“W-wait! Hyung!”
He flushed as more rowdy cat-calls sounded from the background.
“Yeah?”
“I called cause… yeah I wanted to let you know we did good, you know? And… yeah, I wanted to… you know… wish you… luck. And all.”
He smiled, hearing the unspoken words.
“Love you too, Sehun. I’ll see you soon.”
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help me. im supposed to be studying for my finals. but here i am, writing a drabble. what is this?! what is this exo-sorcery?!
i love them. 'tis all. i need inspiration to write on my bacon and donut soon. but till then.... =) comments would be appreciated! =)
The coordi-noona attending to his hair turned around for a moment, trying to locate where the noise was coming from. Thankfully, she quickly dismissed it as her ears playing tricks on her, as he subtly lifted his thigh and pressed it down against the phone, muffling the noise.
“Erm… noona, do you think I should wear that ring you bought me the last time?” He mumbled, fingers crossed in his lap.
“Ring?” He felt his heart sink, anticipating the rejection. “Oh yes! I totally forgot about it. I think it’s with the other noonas. Aigooooo, how smart of you to think about it.”
With a quick pinch of his cheek (which he hated, but for this…), she left the room to search for it, leaving him alone in that makeup room.
He quickly fumbled for his phone in the pocket, all butter fingers, and mumbling-praying that the caller hadn’t hung up.
There was no need to check the caller ID to find out who was calling. He already knew.
Hand over the mouthpiece, he whispered, “Y-yoboseyo?”
He could almost hear the other smirking on the other end of the phone, the latter pleased to know he was the reason for his hyung’s stutter.
“Hyung, our Inkigayo stage just ended!” He could hear the excitement in the younger’s voice.
“I bet you did great.” He grinned despite himself.
How silly, grinning at the mirror before him. But he didn’t care.
“Of course I did great!” That boy would never change.
Silence took over, and a part of him saw the dollars and cents disappearing from his paycheck with each passing moment. Still, he didn’t care.
He heard the other distracted for a minute, as the rowdy voices (he recognized at least five of them, and a few of the SHINee members’ voices) in the background grew louder. A couple of the voices shouted out his name teasingly, only to be rebutted by the caller with sharp snarky retorts, customized for each teasing voice. Highly disrespectful coming from a maknae, but the rest had surely grown used to it.
He grinned again.
Shuffling noises were heard outside the door and he stiffened immediately.
“Listen, manager-hyung said no phonecalls and they’re gonna be back…”
“W-wait! Hyung!”
He flushed as more rowdy cat-calls sounded from the background.
“Yeah?”
“I called cause… yeah I wanted to let you know we did good, you know? And… yeah, I wanted to… you know… wish you… luck. And all.”
He smiled, hearing the unspoken words.
“Love you too, Sehun. I’ll see you soon.”
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help me. im supposed to be studying for my finals. but here i am, writing a drabble. what is this?! what is this exo-sorcery?!
i love them. 'tis all. i need inspiration to write on my bacon and donut soon. but till then.... =) comments would be appreciated! =)