DRABBLES//CHILL COOL RELAX
teach me english ("-lksjdlfkj-" indicates english)
you should see eunhyuk's shirt. funniest thing ever
ps. you should thank me for teaching you english slang
-kibum
Donghae stared at the text message for several long minutes before finding the motivation to roll out of bed and take the elevator to the floor below. It was Eunhyuk who opened the door.
"Donghae," he stated plainly. Donghae's eyes immediately dropped to the other's chest.
"Eunhyuk," he said in the same slightly unsure tone as Eunhyuk. "Do you realize what your shirt says?"
Eunhyuk glanced down and then back up. "Do you realize that you're not even wearing a shirt?"
"Eunhyuk," Donghae said again, choosing to ignore that fact. The English on Eunhyuk's shirt was a far more pressing matter. "Your shirt says '-I only sleep with the best-.'"
"Yeah, it's English. What's the big deal?" Eunhyuk was puzzled. "-Sleep-. You know, pajamas, bed, pillows."
"No! That's not what it means!" Donghae frantically pushed Eunhyuk inside. "I can't believe you wore that all day, and at the radio, too!"
"...I think you're overeacting over nothing."
"Eunhyuk, your shirt says..." Donghae leaned over and whispered the Korean equivalent into Eunhyuk's ear. Eunhyuk promptly cried out in outrage.
"Heechul said-- he told me it said-- oh my God, why didn't anyone tell me! Now everyone is going to think I'm some kind of--why is it always me!"
After Eunhyuk had calmed down significantly, Donghae suddenly found the situation quite funny.
"Why are you smiling? This isn't funny," Eunhyuk whined, throwing a couch pillow at his friend.
Donghae grinned innocently as he side-stepped the projectile. "Hey, Eunhyuk... Did you know that I'm the best?"
"Shut up! You're the hundredth person to say that to me today!"
pause, semicolon, scream
a/n: jumping on the bandwagon~
tablo should've known.
he knew hyukjae would be in the dance studio, practicing, and he just wanted to stop by and say 'hi', but whatever he wanted to say died on his lips when he opened the door. hyukjae was alone near the far corner of the room, so close to the speakers tablo could feel his own ears aching, but it wasn't the fluidity of hyukjae's limbs that stopped him in his tracks. tablo had walked in on hyukjae too many times, and the intial awe had worn off a long time ago.
what he wasn't use to was hearing his voice float out of the speakers. he never thought, never even entertained the possibility that his band's music was something hyukjae liked to warm-down to. but there hyukjae was, freestyling his heart out to the beat of shh. it was so easy to see that hyukjae had listened to lovescream as many times as tablo had run the raps through his tongue because he hit every beat in the middle, so completely in sync with the music as if it was tailored for hyukjae's dancing and not the other way around. it took tablo all 1 minute 1 second to shut his open mouth and drag his gaze up to hyukjae's face.
There was a look of bliss written across it, not even a hint of concentration, as he met every fluctuation in the melody confidently without a single fumble. it was... touching, tablo thought, as butterfly effect began to play. he had seen fans show their dedication to their music in hundreds of ways, but nothing quite like this, nothing this pure, this artistic, this fitting.
And when hyukjae finally turned and saw him and waved, tablo couldn't deny anymore that he was fallin', fallin' deeper and deeper.
a/n: andddd now i've jumped off. :]
you should see eunhyuk's shirt. funniest thing ever
ps. you should thank me for teaching you english slang
-kibum
Donghae stared at the text message for several long minutes before finding the motivation to roll out of bed and take the elevator to the floor below. It was Eunhyuk who opened the door.
"Donghae," he stated plainly. Donghae's eyes immediately dropped to the other's chest.
"Eunhyuk," he said in the same slightly unsure tone as Eunhyuk. "Do you realize what your shirt says?"
Eunhyuk glanced down and then back up. "Do you realize that you're not even wearing a shirt?"
"Eunhyuk," Donghae said again, choosing to ignore that fact. The English on Eunhyuk's shirt was a far more pressing matter. "Your shirt says '-I only sleep with the best-.'"
"Yeah, it's English. What's the big deal?" Eunhyuk was puzzled. "-Sleep-. You know, pajamas, bed, pillows."
"No! That's not what it means!" Donghae frantically pushed Eunhyuk inside. "I can't believe you wore that all day, and at the radio, too!"
"...I think you're overeacting over nothing."
"Eunhyuk, your shirt says..." Donghae leaned over and whispered the Korean equivalent into Eunhyuk's ear. Eunhyuk promptly cried out in outrage.
"Heechul said-- he told me it said-- oh my God, why didn't anyone tell me! Now everyone is going to think I'm some kind of--why is it always me!"
After Eunhyuk had calmed down significantly, Donghae suddenly found the situation quite funny.
"Why are you smiling? This isn't funny," Eunhyuk whined, throwing a couch pillow at his friend.
Donghae grinned innocently as he side-stepped the projectile. "Hey, Eunhyuk... Did you know that I'm the best?"
"Shut up! You're the hundredth person to say that to me today!"
pause, semicolon, scream
a/n: jumping on the bandwagon~
tablo should've known.
he knew hyukjae would be in the dance studio, practicing, and he just wanted to stop by and say 'hi', but whatever he wanted to say died on his lips when he opened the door. hyukjae was alone near the far corner of the room, so close to the speakers tablo could feel his own ears aching, but it wasn't the fluidity of hyukjae's limbs that stopped him in his tracks. tablo had walked in on hyukjae too many times, and the intial awe had worn off a long time ago.
what he wasn't use to was hearing his voice float out of the speakers. he never thought, never even entertained the possibility that his band's music was something hyukjae liked to warm-down to. but there hyukjae was, freestyling his heart out to the beat of shh. it was so easy to see that hyukjae had listened to lovescream as many times as tablo had run the raps through his tongue because he hit every beat in the middle, so completely in sync with the music as if it was tailored for hyukjae's dancing and not the other way around. it took tablo all 1 minute 1 second to shut his open mouth and drag his gaze up to hyukjae's face.
There was a look of bliss written across it, not even a hint of concentration, as he met every fluctuation in the melody confidently without a single fumble. it was... touching, tablo thought, as butterfly effect began to play. he had seen fans show their dedication to their music in hundreds of ways, but nothing quite like this, nothing this pure, this artistic, this fitting.
And when hyukjae finally turned and saw him and waved, tablo couldn't deny anymore that he was fallin', fallin' deeper and deeper.
a/n: andddd now i've jumped off. :]