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title: aishy hat
pairing: junsu/icy hot
rating: pg (language)
length: drabble | 311 words
genre: crack
a/n: inspired by the photo under the cut and steamybuns
"AISHY HAT," Junsu repeated to the pharmacist, infuriated. He was already late for his game. He played soccer with the guys from time to time but in between that and training for his new music video and tour, he had accidentally pulled a muscle in his butt at dance practice and he was taking it out on this pharmacist.
"I don't understand what you want, sir. Is that even in Korean?"
"Look, I tore a muscle in my butt earlier at dance practice and my dancer, he's American, suggested something called 'aishy hat' and I just need it please!"
The pharmacist sighed, looked at her watch and responded, "I'm going to get my manager."
"Oh, for fuck's sake--," Junsu bellowed, throwing his Nike bag on the floor. It knocked over a blood sugar checker for diabetics and a package of band-aids. He waited, tapping on the counter for nearly five minutes when a man pulled up to the counter and asked him if he needed help.
"Are you the manager?"
"Yes, what do you need?"
Junsu struggled to push the syllables, the dissonance and the dreaded, crisp-sounding "ssssssss" sound. In conjunction with the "y" which had no rules in English pronunciation, to which he forced he words out.
"AI-SHY HAAAAT"
"Oh, Icy Hot... Junsu, it's AAAAIIIIIIIIIII SEEEEEEEE HOOOOOOOTTTTT," the manager joked. "It's in aisle four, next to the muscle relaxers."
Junsu, still defeated by the complicated verbatim replied softly, "Thank you." He fixed and adjusted the things he knocked over with his bag and made his way down the aisle.
He searched until he found a box. Sounding the letters out, he came to the conclusion that that was just what he needed, figuring from the man on the box with his hand on his hip.
'This'll show right through my shorts,' he thought as he paid for the Icy Hot pads.
pairing: junsu/icy hot
rating: pg (language)
length: drabble | 311 words
genre: crack
a/n: inspired by the photo under the cut and steamybuns
"AISHY HAT," Junsu repeated to the pharmacist, infuriated. He was already late for his game. He played soccer with the guys from time to time but in between that and training for his new music video and tour, he had accidentally pulled a muscle in his butt at dance practice and he was taking it out on this pharmacist.
"I don't understand what you want, sir. Is that even in Korean?"
"Look, I tore a muscle in my butt earlier at dance practice and my dancer, he's American, suggested something called 'aishy hat' and I just need it please!"
The pharmacist sighed, looked at her watch and responded, "I'm going to get my manager."
"Oh, for fuck's sake--," Junsu bellowed, throwing his Nike bag on the floor. It knocked over a blood sugar checker for diabetics and a package of band-aids. He waited, tapping on the counter for nearly five minutes when a man pulled up to the counter and asked him if he needed help.
"Are you the manager?"
"Yes, what do you need?"
Junsu struggled to push the syllables, the dissonance and the dreaded, crisp-sounding "ssssssss" sound. In conjunction with the "y" which had no rules in English pronunciation, to which he forced he words out.
"AI-SHY HAAAAT"
"Oh, Icy Hot... Junsu, it's AAAAIIIIIIIIIII SEEEEEEEE HOOOOOOOTTTTT," the manager joked. "It's in aisle four, next to the muscle relaxers."
Junsu, still defeated by the complicated verbatim replied softly, "Thank you." He fixed and adjusted the things he knocked over with his bag and made his way down the aisle.
He searched until he found a box. Sounding the letters out, he came to the conclusion that that was just what he needed, figuring from the man on the box with his hand on his hip.
'This'll show right through my shorts,' he thought as he paid for the Icy Hot pads.