Epik High; Bandfic; We're All Dorks Here
Because this and this and because dreamrainydays is a ficwhoring bitch.
ETA: I have been informed by a reliable source (aka the bitch who wanted this in the first place) that Tablo and Jaejoong are good friends - I seem to remember reading this too. If some people didn't make me write things that I don't ever write, this wouldn't be a problem.
We’re all dorks here / Epik High / 728 words
“We are family~” sings Tablo, sitting at the table and tapping a pencil thoughtfully against a blank piece of paper. “I got all my sisters with me~”
“Hmm?” says Mithra, without taking his gaze of the television in front of him. Tablo repeats what he just sang in Korean.
“You have a sister?” Mithra sits stark upright, swivelling in his seat to stare at Tablo with wide eyes. “Why am I only hearing of this? Can you introduce me?”
“It’s a song, you moron,” says Tablo, and throws a scrunched up piece of paper at Mithra’s head - it misses. “From the 80s or something.”
“I would ask why you’re singing it,” says Mithra, “but I’m not sure I want to know the inner workings of your mind.”
“Oh my god, would you stop hanging around with fucking Heechul?” asks Tablo, groaning into his arm. “I swear, soon you’re going to start wearing pink and sing to girly songs.”
“No, I’m fairly certain that’s you,” says Mithra. “I was at your radio show; don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes.”
“We both agreed that that was not my fault,” says Tablo. He slides his gaze over to Tukutz, who has been snickering at the two of them behind the book he is reading, and says, “It was Tukutz’s fault.” Tukutz looks up at them, offended.
“Hey!” he says. “That was not my idea.”
“Rock your boysay,” says Tablo scornfully to Mithra, completely ignoring Tukutz. “Even Heechul could do a better job with that English than you did.”
“That was low,” says Mithra, seriously hurt. Tablo sticks his tongue out at him.
“Tukutz,” he says. “Come up with something that we can sing next week on the radio.”
“No,” says Tukutz, in complete horror. “That KARA thing just totally ruined our reputation.”
“Fuck off, no it didn’t,” says Mithra. “We’ve never looked so good.”
“You loved it,” says Tablo with a grin. “Go on, admit it. We’re friends, you can tell us.”
“I did not enjoy it,” says Tukutz, burying his (now bright red) face back into his book. Tablo and Mithra exchange comical looks with one another, complete with raised eyebrows and mouths that strain at keeping back their laughter. It takes some time before Tablo turns back to his paper, and then all that can be heard is him singing “It’s Raining Men” quietly to himself.
“It’s been done,” says Mithra absently. Tablo feels like crying.
“By who?” he asks.
“Jaejoong,” says Mithra. Tablo looks blank. “One of the guys from DBSK,” explains Mithra: Tablo looks even more blank. “That band with more talent but less members than Super Junior,” says Mithra.
“Oh,” says Tablo. “I swear, these idols, they all just blur into one in the end. Don’t you think that they all look the same to you?”
“I think you might have a point there,” says Mithra. “Because Heechul says that there’s a member of a new band from his company who could actually be him in a few years.”
“That doesn’t actually bear thinking about,” says Tablo.
Tukutz’s mobile phone rings. About a week ago, Tablo and Mithra teamed up together and changed his ringtone to So Hot by the Wonder Girls. It’s a miracle that no one has rang him since then, and so he wasn’t aware of it until this moment, when he can feel his telephone vibrating against his leg, but can’t work out where the call of “JYP~” is coming from.
“That’s it!” shouts Tablo, and throws his pencil at Mithra’s head. It hits him exactly where Tablo wanted it to, and Mithra slowly picks it up and snaps it threateningly in half.
“You dickhead!” says Tablo angrily. “Fuck, there is not one pen that works in this entire flat, and that was the only pencil.”
“I’m so fine~” sings Mithra, and Tablo throws another scrunched up ball of paper at it. It hits him in the eye, and he jumps up, snatches Tukutz’s book out of his hands, and throws that at Tablo. Soon there is a full scale war; they break a vase, but find the phone number of Younha underneath it when Tablo picks it up to throw. Tablo secretly gives her a call the next morning.
“You guys,” says Tukutz plaintively over the top of the noise. “I don’t want to sing to So Hot.”
ETA: I have been informed by a reliable source (aka the bitch who wanted this in the first place) that Tablo and Jaejoong are good friends - I seem to remember reading this too. If some people didn't make me write things that I don't ever write, this wouldn't be a problem.
We’re all dorks here / Epik High / 728 words
“We are family~” sings Tablo, sitting at the table and tapping a pencil thoughtfully against a blank piece of paper. “I got all my sisters with me~”
“Hmm?” says Mithra, without taking his gaze of the television in front of him. Tablo repeats what he just sang in Korean.
“You have a sister?” Mithra sits stark upright, swivelling in his seat to stare at Tablo with wide eyes. “Why am I only hearing of this? Can you introduce me?”
“It’s a song, you moron,” says Tablo, and throws a scrunched up piece of paper at Mithra’s head - it misses. “From the 80s or something.”
“I would ask why you’re singing it,” says Mithra, “but I’m not sure I want to know the inner workings of your mind.”
“Oh my god, would you stop hanging around with fucking Heechul?” asks Tablo, groaning into his arm. “I swear, soon you’re going to start wearing pink and sing to girly songs.”
“No, I’m fairly certain that’s you,” says Mithra. “I was at your radio show; don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes.”
“We both agreed that that was not my fault,” says Tablo. He slides his gaze over to Tukutz, who has been snickering at the two of them behind the book he is reading, and says, “It was Tukutz’s fault.” Tukutz looks up at them, offended.
“Hey!” he says. “That was not my idea.”
“Rock your boysay,” says Tablo scornfully to Mithra, completely ignoring Tukutz. “Even Heechul could do a better job with that English than you did.”
“That was low,” says Mithra, seriously hurt. Tablo sticks his tongue out at him.
“Tukutz,” he says. “Come up with something that we can sing next week on the radio.”
“No,” says Tukutz, in complete horror. “That KARA thing just totally ruined our reputation.”
“Fuck off, no it didn’t,” says Mithra. “We’ve never looked so good.”
“You loved it,” says Tablo with a grin. “Go on, admit it. We’re friends, you can tell us.”
“I did not enjoy it,” says Tukutz, burying his (now bright red) face back into his book. Tablo and Mithra exchange comical looks with one another, complete with raised eyebrows and mouths that strain at keeping back their laughter. It takes some time before Tablo turns back to his paper, and then all that can be heard is him singing “It’s Raining Men” quietly to himself.
“It’s been done,” says Mithra absently. Tablo feels like crying.
“By who?” he asks.
“Jaejoong,” says Mithra. Tablo looks blank. “One of the guys from DBSK,” explains Mithra: Tablo looks even more blank. “That band with more talent but less members than Super Junior,” says Mithra.
“Oh,” says Tablo. “I swear, these idols, they all just blur into one in the end. Don’t you think that they all look the same to you?”
“I think you might have a point there,” says Mithra. “Because Heechul says that there’s a member of a new band from his company who could actually be him in a few years.”
“That doesn’t actually bear thinking about,” says Tablo.
Tukutz’s mobile phone rings. About a week ago, Tablo and Mithra teamed up together and changed his ringtone to So Hot by the Wonder Girls. It’s a miracle that no one has rang him since then, and so he wasn’t aware of it until this moment, when he can feel his telephone vibrating against his leg, but can’t work out where the call of “JYP~” is coming from.
“That’s it!” shouts Tablo, and throws his pencil at Mithra’s head. It hits him exactly where Tablo wanted it to, and Mithra slowly picks it up and snaps it threateningly in half.
“You dickhead!” says Tablo angrily. “Fuck, there is not one pen that works in this entire flat, and that was the only pencil.”
“I’m so fine~” sings Mithra, and Tablo throws another scrunched up ball of paper at it. It hits him in the eye, and he jumps up, snatches Tukutz’s book out of his hands, and throws that at Tablo. Soon there is a full scale war; they break a vase, but find the phone number of Younha underneath it when Tablo picks it up to throw. Tablo secretly gives her a call the next morning.
“You guys,” says Tukutz plaintively over the top of the noise. “I don’t want to sing to So Hot.”