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Title: Untitled
Pairing: GDYB
Rating: PG?
Summary: He doesn't need Jiyong's help. He just doesn't
HOPEFULLY, the person I wrote this for, will understand why once they've read it
"Well?" Youngbae asked, arms spread and spinning once so his friend could take in the full effect. "What do you think? How does it look?"
Face neutral, Jiyong nodded. "Looks good Bae." and continued to chew at his cuticles.
Pleased, Youngbae looked down at himself, he knew he could do it. He looked back up at Jiyong to say as much, only to find the younger boy flipping through a magazine without really paying attention. Youngbae plucked at his shirt - something was fishy.
"Ji."
A non-committal "Hmmmm?" and the sounds of a magazine being tossed aside was enough to confirm his suspicions.
"Jiyong." He said firmly, "Let's try this again and this time, be honest."
He made eye contact with his friend. "What do you think?"
"Okay, honestly then?" Youngbae nodded and Jiyong sighed, "It looks-"
He cut off, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and waving the other in a way that indicated he was searching for the correct word.
Youngbae waited.
"Well, it looks...janky." He finished.
"What does that even mean?" Youngbae asked, looking down at his clothes, mouth in a slight frown.
"Janky? It's American slang for...thoseclotheslooklikeshit." Jiyong hurried through the last half of his sentence to soften the blow.
"Oh. Well-"
"Bae..." Jiyong looked almost apologetic.
Youngbae continued, "- It's a good thing you're here then."
The younger boy's face lit up. "Yeah? Really?!" He jumped out of his seat and Youngbae was suddenly nervous.
"Within reason Kwon Jiyong!" was all he had time to shout after his friend, who had seemingly apparated into the racks of brightly colored and -Youngbae swallowed hard- tight clothing.
"And nothing see through!" Youngbae shouted again after a few minutes and from somewhere in the store he heard Jiyong groan loudly and huff "FINE!" The frustrated snap of hangers being returned to their racks filled the aisles.
Youngbae considered it for a moments, he was probably going to regret this, but -
"Okay. ONE. THING. But it's an 'At Home' outfit!"
He heard Jiyong whoop and he laughed.
Janky. He shook his head and sat down in a stuffed chair near the dressing rooms. This was going to take a while.
Maybe Jiyong was right, he mused, some people just shouldn't dress themselves.
A/N: i only meant for this to be 100 words but that's !@#$%^& hard! Serious props to anyone who can do that. Also, this is the FIRST time i've finished two stories within a week that i'm actually happy with...(yay me?)
Pairing: GDYB
Rating: PG?
Summary: He doesn't need Jiyong's help. He just doesn't
HOPEFULLY, the person I wrote this for, will understand why once they've read it
"Well?" Youngbae asked, arms spread and spinning once so his friend could take in the full effect. "What do you think? How does it look?"
Face neutral, Jiyong nodded. "Looks good Bae." and continued to chew at his cuticles.
Pleased, Youngbae looked down at himself, he knew he could do it. He looked back up at Jiyong to say as much, only to find the younger boy flipping through a magazine without really paying attention. Youngbae plucked at his shirt - something was fishy.
"Ji."
A non-committal "Hmmmm?" and the sounds of a magazine being tossed aside was enough to confirm his suspicions.
"Jiyong." He said firmly, "Let's try this again and this time, be honest."
He made eye contact with his friend. "What do you think?"
"Okay, honestly then?" Youngbae nodded and Jiyong sighed, "It looks-"
He cut off, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and waving the other in a way that indicated he was searching for the correct word.
Youngbae waited.
"Well, it looks...janky." He finished.
"What does that even mean?" Youngbae asked, looking down at his clothes, mouth in a slight frown.
"Janky? It's American slang for...thoseclotheslooklikeshit." Jiyong hurried through the last half of his sentence to soften the blow.
"Oh. Well-"
"Bae..." Jiyong looked almost apologetic.
Youngbae continued, "- It's a good thing you're here then."
The younger boy's face lit up. "Yeah? Really?!" He jumped out of his seat and Youngbae was suddenly nervous.
"Within reason Kwon Jiyong!" was all he had time to shout after his friend, who had seemingly apparated into the racks of brightly colored and -Youngbae swallowed hard- tight clothing.
"And nothing see through!" Youngbae shouted again after a few minutes and from somewhere in the store he heard Jiyong groan loudly and huff "FINE!" The frustrated snap of hangers being returned to their racks filled the aisles.
Youngbae considered it for a moments, he was probably going to regret this, but -
"Okay. ONE. THING. But it's an 'At Home' outfit!"
He heard Jiyong whoop and he laughed.
Janky. He shook his head and sat down in a stuffed chair near the dressing rooms. This was going to take a while.
Maybe Jiyong was right, he mused, some people just shouldn't dress themselves.
A/N: i only meant for this to be 100 words but that's !@#$%^& hard! Serious props to anyone who can do that. Also, this is the FIRST time i've finished two stories within a week that i'm actually happy with...(yay me?)