[Fic] One Picture: Interlude
Title: One Picture: Interlude
Genre: friendship, family, ot5
Rating: G
Summary: They were brothers in everything but blood. Gabriel wasn't going to let Chris leave this world without granting as many wishes as he could.
Part 1; Part 2;
Interlude: Have a Good Time
AN: Please don't throw things at me. I'm trying to finish the last part, I swear, but I'm having some trouble with it because how do you actually write a confrontation between people you love? So for now, here's an interlude featuring One Picture OCs, Gabriel and Chris.
FYI: here’s some background info: Chris is half-Korean, his mother is an American and thus named him as such. Chris’ mother was a tourist in South Korea, and she met Chris’ dad and they fell in love. When Chris was around 4 or 5 years old, his parents divorced. His mom took him to USA, and that is when he met Gab and they became BFFs.
***
It was half past two o’clock in the morning in Seoul, South Korea-which meant it was six thirty at night in LA; which meant Gabriel was still trying to adjust to the different time zone; which also meant he was still wide awake. He snapped his laptop shut, Soompi forums and Wikipedia windows still open and all, and buried his face in his arms with a groan.
He stared through the window of his hotel room and tried not to think about the Big Meeting tomorrow- emphasis on Big because he had finally done his research about the TVXQ debacle and learned how big of a deal it actually was to the music industry. Actually, he was thankful he didn’t know before meeting and subsequently begging Micky Yoochun to get his group back together for a picture. If he did… well, it wouldn’t have really stopped him from begging, but it would’ve stressed him out a lot more than it already was and he might have started crying on the plane.
Thankfully, he didn’t know, so he only started wallowing in despair a few minutes ago.
What? This whole thing is overwhelming, okay? He’ll do anything and everything for Chris, including getting onto a plane and sitting in that hunk of metal that had no business staying up in the air (Gab had white-knuckled the twelve-hour flight, praying for his life), but getting between a band whose break-up has affected fans all over the world and is actually on the verge of changing the Entertainment industry for the better- Gabriel knew that he was way in over his head with this one.
The things he’d do for love, honestly.
His doleful rumination of how tomorrow is probably going to blow up on his face was interrupted by his cellphone ringing. Seeing the caller ID, a smile made its way to his face and he shook away the gloom that had been clinging on to him in favor of his friend.
“Hello? Chris?” It was an international call. Hooking up his phone with roaming services was expensive, but he didn’t blink an eye at the cost. Not receiving update about Chris was absolutely not an option.
“You better be busy getting autographs for me, or I swear I’ll kick your ass by the time you get back here,” Chris’ weary voice sounded tiny through the speaker.
“That all you think about? No ‘How are you doing, Gab?’ ‘How’s your trip coming, Gab?’ ‘Wowed any Koreans with your awesome photography skills, yet, Gab?’”
“How about ‘Done anything to deflate your ego yet, Gab?’” Chris laughed, and Gabriel grinned. “Got any good photos for your portfolio? You really lucked out winning that free trip, huh?”
“Yeah, lucky… Everything’s going good!” Gabriel replied cheerfully, trying not to think about his meeting with all members of Chris’ favorite band tomorrow, which would hopefully not end with a Korean superstar royal rumble. “…What about you? How are you holding up?”
“Oh... you know... holding up... Just came from chemo, so you know how it goes…”” said Chris. Gabriel could imagine him in his hospital bed, bald and pale and weak and trying to distract himself from throwing up everything he’d eaten for the past week.
“You should be resting, not talking on the phone,” Gabriel chided. He fiddled with the hem of his sleeves, the cloth bunching in his hand as his other hand held the phone closely to his ear.
Chris let out a soft laugh. “No rules about resting AND talking. I don’t know why mom still bothers. It’s not working. The surgery didn’t work. The chemo’s not working. Nothing is working.”
“Chris.”
“Don’t pretend. You know what the doctors said.”
“They don’t know everything.”
“They know enough.”
“…You know, if I can kick your depressed, pessimistic ass through the phone right now, I will.”
“Too bad. You left me here, in this crappy hospital in my crappy hospital bed, high and dry.” Chris sounded like he was joking. Gabriel had been his friend for too long not to see through it.
“You know I would have taken you with me if I could, right?” he said quietly.
“…I know,” Chris’ voice sounded wistful. He took a deep breath through his nose. “I know that. Sorry, I was just jealous. I wish I could have gone there one last time. It’s still home, you know.”
And boy, does Gabriel ever know. He’d peeked into Chris’ bucket list, after all, when his friend wasn’t looking. Go back to my hometown was number 3, scratched out with a shaky line after the doctors have told them in no uncertain terms that travelling half way around the world right now would be detrimental to Chris’ failing health. Number one on his bucket list was Tell mom I love her, and right after was Preemptively tease Gabriel for bawling his eyes out in my funeral.
Numbers 4 to 20 included various things that either had a check mark to it, or had been scratched out. The entries with check marks- one of them was Ride an elephant- made Gabriel smile, fond memories of his best friend’s gaunt but ecstatic face on top of a 10,000 pound elephant. The scratched out entries, most notable of them were Get married and Have children, made his chest ache with a dull throb.
Getting married was not going to happen, even if Gabriel himself would willingly put on a wedding dress for Chris-both of them were as straight as a ruler, and Chris would know something was up. Just as well, Gabriel couldn’t give him children, on the account that he was male thank you very much, and Chris would never subject a random girl to nine months of pregnancy just to leave them afterwards.
Personally meet DBSK was one of the things that had been carefully scratched out. Chris had been a big fan since the few years after the group had started. Gabriel hadn’t been impressed by the boy band for the sole reason that they were, well, a boy band. When he asked Chris why he liked them, Chris thought long and hard before replying that he gets where they were coming from:
You know when we first met? When I didn’t know a word of English and I didn’t have any friends and I was just in a corner of the classroom? That was so long ago, but I remember thinking I’m probably the loneliest person on Earth that time. These guys, when they started to work in Japan, they experienced that too. Being plucked from your home and dropped to a strange place where you can’t even talk to anybody-I was so depressed that my mom started talking about taking me to a doctor. But then I met you, and I got over that. These guys, all they had was each other, and they had to start from zero all over again in Japan. They didn’t give up, they supported each other; they sang and performed their hearts out and now look at them- they’re succeeding, Gab. I admire them for that, most of all.
When news of the lawsuit and subsequent breakup happened, Personally meet DBSK was replaced with See DBSK reunite.
One picture was just an idea that Gabriel had, in his desperation to have at least one of his best friend’s wishes granted, and chose the least impossible one. On a whim, he posted on an English DBSK fan forum, and one thing led to another, and so here Gabriel was, far away from home, a fish in a foreign country, trying to reunite a Korean band, even if it’s just momentarily.
Hence the brief mental breakdown when he realized that reuniting them, even just momentarily, is a bigger deal that he had initially thought.
He looked out the large window of his hotel room: Seoul’s night below him was alive with lights and people living the night life.
“Korea doesn’t seem to be much different than LA, you know- except for the Asians,” he commented.
“Well, what did you expect?” asked Chris.
“Something more… alien, I guess. Buildings here look like buildings there. The stars here still look like the stars there. Even the trees look the same.”
“You’re in a different country, not in a different planet,” Chris snorted in amusement.
“Well, I still feel like it should be different. Right now, I feel like we’ve just dropped by Koreatown, LA.”
“I don’t know, man. I haven’t gone back home since I was a kid, but I remember what Seoul was like. No other place like it,” Chris murmured breathlessly.
There was a brief silence as Gabriel tried to think of a way to lessen his best friend’s homesickness.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take as many photos as I can, do some spray and pray here and there. When you see them, it’ll feel like you went here with me,” he finally said.
Chris was quiet on the other line for a moment, breathless, before he sniffed exaggeratedly. “T-That was beautiful, Gab There should totally be some kind of-dramatic music playing in the background right now.”
Gabriel laughed. “You jerk. I was having a moment! See if I ever do something so considerate for you again.”
Chris sighed heavily into the phone. “You’re a best friend a guy could have, Gab. If I didn’t know any better-I, I would think you stole my bucket list-”
A sudden groan cut him off mid-sentence.
“Chris? …You alright?” Gabriel’s voice became a little alarmed.
Chris never was this way unless he was in pain. The little pauses and breathlessness suddenly made sense. “How long have you been in pain? Dude, ask the nurse to get you something!”
“Already-already took some Norco… Can’t take more for three more hours-“ A pained hiss cut his sentence off. “Fuck, it hurts...” he blurted out, voice heavy and breath hitching.
The uncharacteristic swearing raised alarm bells in Gabriel’s head, and his voice took an a higher note. “Norco? You know that doesn’t work much. Ask for some dilaudid or something!”
“I’m already nauseous from the chemo. Dilaudid makes it worse….” Chris said, voice tight
“Chris, you’re in pain. Stop this silent-suffering crap and just- Being nauseous is the least of your problems-It’s okay-“
“No, it’s not okay, Gab,” Chris cut him off heatedly. “You don’t know how it feels like, okay? I feel like an old man, my joints hurt, my head hurts; everything in my friggin’ body, from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet- everything hurts, okay? But at least it doesn’t make me want to drown in my own vomit, so shut up, okay?”
Gab fell silent, listening to Chris’ heavy breathing.
“Damn it, I’m sorry. I didn’t- “ Chris said, immediately contrite. “I didn’t mean to dump this on you, Gab… Sorry… I’m just so tired…”
Chris groaned again in pain, followed by a hitched sob, and then another, and then another. It made Gabriel want to carve out his own chest.
This was bad. In all the years Gabriel had known Chris, he never cried. Not when he fell off his bike and broke an arm, not when the doctor broke the news that he has cancer, not when he had to grit his teeth as his bone marrow was being extracted for a biopsy, not when he was being pumped full of chemo drugs that he had to spend his day bent over a basin and earnestly vomiting his internal organs out, not when a donor finally matched him and he went through the transplant surgery, not during the painful weeks when he was slowly recovering from that surgery, and certainly not when they had been told that the surgery had not worked and he was worse off than he was in the first place.
“Just...” Gab tried without success to steady his shaking voice. “Just hang in there, Chris... just hang in there.” He hated how helpless he felt, halfway around the world, not even able to lend a hand or a shoulder to his best friend.
“Yeah... yeah... I'm okay...” There were deep, labored breaths over the phone as Chris tried to get in control. “Gab, when- when are you coming back?”
“I don't know...I'll--I'll be there before the next week. Okay?” Gabriel tried to swallow the painful lump forming in his throat. He furiously rubbed his eyes.
“Oh... Uh. Can you... come home sooner?” voice breaking, all pretense of cheerfulness wiped out as pain continued to sap away his strength. “I’m so tired, Gab… I’m so freaking tired… I don't think I can… make it… past this week.”
Gabriel clamped his eyes shut.
“Don't say-“ Gabriel cut himself mid-sentence, voice breaking as he rubbed his eyes doubly hard. He was not going to let Chris hear him cry. “Don't say that, you idiot!”
“...Just… come home sooner, please? I don’t know if I can-” A gasp of pain and then a sob escaped him.
“I’ll be home soon, ok?” Gabriel said with conviction that he didn’t actually feel. Breathing in and out of his mouth, chest heaving in effort not to let himself break down. He had to be strong and not give into tears threatening to rip out of his throat. “I'm getting-getting awesome souvenirs for you... You'll regret-regret it if you don't see it!”
“That depends...” Chris replied, valiantly trying to gather himself, trying to stop crying to try to sound cheery. “How-How awesome is it?”
“Very awesome!” Gabriel cracked despite his best efforts. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. It wasn’t fair…
Chris laughed through his tears, and Gabriel wanted to cry, because Chris could still laugh and he was going to lose his best friend but they’re still laughing and it’s not fucking fair.
“Gab, nothing short of- of bringing back an-an autographed picture of a reunited DBSK should you be promising anyth-anything as awesome.”
“Trust me, you'll be jumping-jumping up and down off that crappy bed...”
“... I'll be- I’ll be expecting it, then… If it’s not as awesome as you say, I’m going to kick your ass-”
Gabriel chuckled even though all he wanted to do was to drop to the floor and cry. “Yeah… Yeah… Just-just hold on and wait for me… Wait for me, okay? I’ll be home-I’ll be home soon… Please-please don’t…”
“…Okay…Okay…Wait, before you go home, could you do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Can you also get me SNSD’s autographs, too?”
A grin broke through Gabriel’s face. “As if they’ll ever let me come near.”
“No? What about just photos?”
That made him snort.
“Oh come on! It’s like training for-for your future job, right? Paparazzi?” Chris threw in, and despite Gabriel feeling like he’d never be whole again, he gave in to laughter.
“Chris!”
“Kidding! Besides, it’s not like- you’d recognize them even if they hit you on the face with a- a flyswatter.”
***
A/N: It feels a little weird posting this, because I could already imagine my meager number of readers going “WTF is this? I didn’t want to read about some dumb OCs. Who cares about them? Give me DBSK now!”
But you know what? I’m gonna post it anyway, because I like my OCs a lot. *hugs my OCs, who immediately try to push my face away*
Photography terms:
Spray and Pray: Shooting a large amount of images without much care, and hoping that one will turn out.
Frame: You may hear “fill the frame”, or “I took ten frames to get a good one”, or “In this frame the cat is sleeping”. This term is used pretty frequently! Filling the frame, or looking for distractions in the frame, refers to the image that you are taking. Framing an image generally means to choose your composition (rather than putting a wooden frame on a print). Taking frames means to take photos.
Source: http://photographyconcentrate.com/essential-guide-photography-slang/
Genre: friendship, family, ot5
Rating: G
Summary: They were brothers in everything but blood. Gabriel wasn't going to let Chris leave this world without granting as many wishes as he could.
Part 1; Part 2;
Interlude: Have a Good Time
AN: Please don't throw things at me. I'm trying to finish the last part, I swear, but I'm having some trouble with it because how do you actually write a confrontation between people you love? So for now, here's an interlude featuring One Picture OCs, Gabriel and Chris.
FYI: here’s some background info: Chris is half-Korean, his mother is an American and thus named him as such. Chris’ mother was a tourist in South Korea, and she met Chris’ dad and they fell in love. When Chris was around 4 or 5 years old, his parents divorced. His mom took him to USA, and that is when he met Gab and they became BFFs.
***
It was half past two o’clock in the morning in Seoul, South Korea-which meant it was six thirty at night in LA; which meant Gabriel was still trying to adjust to the different time zone; which also meant he was still wide awake. He snapped his laptop shut, Soompi forums and Wikipedia windows still open and all, and buried his face in his arms with a groan.
He stared through the window of his hotel room and tried not to think about the Big Meeting tomorrow- emphasis on Big because he had finally done his research about the TVXQ debacle and learned how big of a deal it actually was to the music industry. Actually, he was thankful he didn’t know before meeting and subsequently begging Micky Yoochun to get his group back together for a picture. If he did… well, it wouldn’t have really stopped him from begging, but it would’ve stressed him out a lot more than it already was and he might have started crying on the plane.
Thankfully, he didn’t know, so he only started wallowing in despair a few minutes ago.
What? This whole thing is overwhelming, okay? He’ll do anything and everything for Chris, including getting onto a plane and sitting in that hunk of metal that had no business staying up in the air (Gab had white-knuckled the twelve-hour flight, praying for his life), but getting between a band whose break-up has affected fans all over the world and is actually on the verge of changing the Entertainment industry for the better- Gabriel knew that he was way in over his head with this one.
The things he’d do for love, honestly.
His doleful rumination of how tomorrow is probably going to blow up on his face was interrupted by his cellphone ringing. Seeing the caller ID, a smile made its way to his face and he shook away the gloom that had been clinging on to him in favor of his friend.
“Hello? Chris?” It was an international call. Hooking up his phone with roaming services was expensive, but he didn’t blink an eye at the cost. Not receiving update about Chris was absolutely not an option.
“You better be busy getting autographs for me, or I swear I’ll kick your ass by the time you get back here,” Chris’ weary voice sounded tiny through the speaker.
“That all you think about? No ‘How are you doing, Gab?’ ‘How’s your trip coming, Gab?’ ‘Wowed any Koreans with your awesome photography skills, yet, Gab?’”
“How about ‘Done anything to deflate your ego yet, Gab?’” Chris laughed, and Gabriel grinned. “Got any good photos for your portfolio? You really lucked out winning that free trip, huh?”
“Yeah, lucky… Everything’s going good!” Gabriel replied cheerfully, trying not to think about his meeting with all members of Chris’ favorite band tomorrow, which would hopefully not end with a Korean superstar royal rumble. “…What about you? How are you holding up?”
“Oh... you know... holding up... Just came from chemo, so you know how it goes…”” said Chris. Gabriel could imagine him in his hospital bed, bald and pale and weak and trying to distract himself from throwing up everything he’d eaten for the past week.
“You should be resting, not talking on the phone,” Gabriel chided. He fiddled with the hem of his sleeves, the cloth bunching in his hand as his other hand held the phone closely to his ear.
Chris let out a soft laugh. “No rules about resting AND talking. I don’t know why mom still bothers. It’s not working. The surgery didn’t work. The chemo’s not working. Nothing is working.”
“Chris.”
“Don’t pretend. You know what the doctors said.”
“They don’t know everything.”
“They know enough.”
“…You know, if I can kick your depressed, pessimistic ass through the phone right now, I will.”
“Too bad. You left me here, in this crappy hospital in my crappy hospital bed, high and dry.” Chris sounded like he was joking. Gabriel had been his friend for too long not to see through it.
“You know I would have taken you with me if I could, right?” he said quietly.
“…I know,” Chris’ voice sounded wistful. He took a deep breath through his nose. “I know that. Sorry, I was just jealous. I wish I could have gone there one last time. It’s still home, you know.”
And boy, does Gabriel ever know. He’d peeked into Chris’ bucket list, after all, when his friend wasn’t looking. Go back to my hometown was number 3, scratched out with a shaky line after the doctors have told them in no uncertain terms that travelling half way around the world right now would be detrimental to Chris’ failing health. Number one on his bucket list was Tell mom I love her, and right after was Preemptively tease Gabriel for bawling his eyes out in my funeral.
Numbers 4 to 20 included various things that either had a check mark to it, or had been scratched out. The entries with check marks- one of them was Ride an elephant- made Gabriel smile, fond memories of his best friend’s gaunt but ecstatic face on top of a 10,000 pound elephant. The scratched out entries, most notable of them were Get married and Have children, made his chest ache with a dull throb.
Getting married was not going to happen, even if Gabriel himself would willingly put on a wedding dress for Chris-both of them were as straight as a ruler, and Chris would know something was up. Just as well, Gabriel couldn’t give him children, on the account that he was male thank you very much, and Chris would never subject a random girl to nine months of pregnancy just to leave them afterwards.
Personally meet DBSK was one of the things that had been carefully scratched out. Chris had been a big fan since the few years after the group had started. Gabriel hadn’t been impressed by the boy band for the sole reason that they were, well, a boy band. When he asked Chris why he liked them, Chris thought long and hard before replying that he gets where they were coming from:
You know when we first met? When I didn’t know a word of English and I didn’t have any friends and I was just in a corner of the classroom? That was so long ago, but I remember thinking I’m probably the loneliest person on Earth that time. These guys, when they started to work in Japan, they experienced that too. Being plucked from your home and dropped to a strange place where you can’t even talk to anybody-I was so depressed that my mom started talking about taking me to a doctor. But then I met you, and I got over that. These guys, all they had was each other, and they had to start from zero all over again in Japan. They didn’t give up, they supported each other; they sang and performed their hearts out and now look at them- they’re succeeding, Gab. I admire them for that, most of all.
When news of the lawsuit and subsequent breakup happened, Personally meet DBSK was replaced with See DBSK reunite.
One picture was just an idea that Gabriel had, in his desperation to have at least one of his best friend’s wishes granted, and chose the least impossible one. On a whim, he posted on an English DBSK fan forum, and one thing led to another, and so here Gabriel was, far away from home, a fish in a foreign country, trying to reunite a Korean band, even if it’s just momentarily.
Hence the brief mental breakdown when he realized that reuniting them, even just momentarily, is a bigger deal that he had initially thought.
He looked out the large window of his hotel room: Seoul’s night below him was alive with lights and people living the night life.
“Korea doesn’t seem to be much different than LA, you know- except for the Asians,” he commented.
“Well, what did you expect?” asked Chris.
“Something more… alien, I guess. Buildings here look like buildings there. The stars here still look like the stars there. Even the trees look the same.”
“You’re in a different country, not in a different planet,” Chris snorted in amusement.
“Well, I still feel like it should be different. Right now, I feel like we’ve just dropped by Koreatown, LA.”
“I don’t know, man. I haven’t gone back home since I was a kid, but I remember what Seoul was like. No other place like it,” Chris murmured breathlessly.
There was a brief silence as Gabriel tried to think of a way to lessen his best friend’s homesickness.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take as many photos as I can, do some spray and pray here and there. When you see them, it’ll feel like you went here with me,” he finally said.
Chris was quiet on the other line for a moment, breathless, before he sniffed exaggeratedly. “T-That was beautiful, Gab There should totally be some kind of-dramatic music playing in the background right now.”
Gabriel laughed. “You jerk. I was having a moment! See if I ever do something so considerate for you again.”
Chris sighed heavily into the phone. “You’re a best friend a guy could have, Gab. If I didn’t know any better-I, I would think you stole my bucket list-”
A sudden groan cut him off mid-sentence.
“Chris? …You alright?” Gabriel’s voice became a little alarmed.
Chris never was this way unless he was in pain. The little pauses and breathlessness suddenly made sense. “How long have you been in pain? Dude, ask the nurse to get you something!”
“Already-already took some Norco… Can’t take more for three more hours-“ A pained hiss cut his sentence off. “Fuck, it hurts...” he blurted out, voice heavy and breath hitching.
The uncharacteristic swearing raised alarm bells in Gabriel’s head, and his voice took an a higher note. “Norco? You know that doesn’t work much. Ask for some dilaudid or something!”
“I’m already nauseous from the chemo. Dilaudid makes it worse….” Chris said, voice tight
“Chris, you’re in pain. Stop this silent-suffering crap and just- Being nauseous is the least of your problems-It’s okay-“
“No, it’s not okay, Gab,” Chris cut him off heatedly. “You don’t know how it feels like, okay? I feel like an old man, my joints hurt, my head hurts; everything in my friggin’ body, from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet- everything hurts, okay? But at least it doesn’t make me want to drown in my own vomit, so shut up, okay?”
Gab fell silent, listening to Chris’ heavy breathing.
“Damn it, I’m sorry. I didn’t- “ Chris said, immediately contrite. “I didn’t mean to dump this on you, Gab… Sorry… I’m just so tired…”
Chris groaned again in pain, followed by a hitched sob, and then another, and then another. It made Gabriel want to carve out his own chest.
This was bad. In all the years Gabriel had known Chris, he never cried. Not when he fell off his bike and broke an arm, not when the doctor broke the news that he has cancer, not when he had to grit his teeth as his bone marrow was being extracted for a biopsy, not when he was being pumped full of chemo drugs that he had to spend his day bent over a basin and earnestly vomiting his internal organs out, not when a donor finally matched him and he went through the transplant surgery, not during the painful weeks when he was slowly recovering from that surgery, and certainly not when they had been told that the surgery had not worked and he was worse off than he was in the first place.
“Just...” Gab tried without success to steady his shaking voice. “Just hang in there, Chris... just hang in there.” He hated how helpless he felt, halfway around the world, not even able to lend a hand or a shoulder to his best friend.
“Yeah... yeah... I'm okay...” There were deep, labored breaths over the phone as Chris tried to get in control. “Gab, when- when are you coming back?”
“I don't know...I'll--I'll be there before the next week. Okay?” Gabriel tried to swallow the painful lump forming in his throat. He furiously rubbed his eyes.
“Oh... Uh. Can you... come home sooner?” voice breaking, all pretense of cheerfulness wiped out as pain continued to sap away his strength. “I’m so tired, Gab… I’m so freaking tired… I don't think I can… make it… past this week.”
Gabriel clamped his eyes shut.
“Don't say-“ Gabriel cut himself mid-sentence, voice breaking as he rubbed his eyes doubly hard. He was not going to let Chris hear him cry. “Don't say that, you idiot!”
“...Just… come home sooner, please? I don’t know if I can-” A gasp of pain and then a sob escaped him.
“I’ll be home soon, ok?” Gabriel said with conviction that he didn’t actually feel. Breathing in and out of his mouth, chest heaving in effort not to let himself break down. He had to be strong and not give into tears threatening to rip out of his throat. “I'm getting-getting awesome souvenirs for you... You'll regret-regret it if you don't see it!”
“That depends...” Chris replied, valiantly trying to gather himself, trying to stop crying to try to sound cheery. “How-How awesome is it?”
“Very awesome!” Gabriel cracked despite his best efforts. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. It wasn’t fair…
Chris laughed through his tears, and Gabriel wanted to cry, because Chris could still laugh and he was going to lose his best friend but they’re still laughing and it’s not fucking fair.
“Gab, nothing short of- of bringing back an-an autographed picture of a reunited DBSK should you be promising anyth-anything as awesome.”
“Trust me, you'll be jumping-jumping up and down off that crappy bed...”
“... I'll be- I’ll be expecting it, then… If it’s not as awesome as you say, I’m going to kick your ass-”
Gabriel chuckled even though all he wanted to do was to drop to the floor and cry. “Yeah… Yeah… Just-just hold on and wait for me… Wait for me, okay? I’ll be home-I’ll be home soon… Please-please don’t…”
“…Okay…Okay…Wait, before you go home, could you do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Can you also get me SNSD’s autographs, too?”
A grin broke through Gabriel’s face. “As if they’ll ever let me come near.”
“No? What about just photos?”
That made him snort.
“Oh come on! It’s like training for-for your future job, right? Paparazzi?” Chris threw in, and despite Gabriel feeling like he’d never be whole again, he gave in to laughter.
“Chris!”
“Kidding! Besides, it’s not like- you’d recognize them even if they hit you on the face with a- a flyswatter.”
***
A/N: It feels a little weird posting this, because I could already imagine my meager number of readers going “WTF is this? I didn’t want to read about some dumb OCs. Who cares about them? Give me DBSK now!”
But you know what? I’m gonna post it anyway, because I like my OCs a lot. *hugs my OCs, who immediately try to push my face away*
Photography terms:
Spray and Pray: Shooting a large amount of images without much care, and hoping that one will turn out.
Frame: You may hear “fill the frame”, or “I took ten frames to get a good one”, or “In this frame the cat is sleeping”. This term is used pretty frequently! Filling the frame, or looking for distractions in the frame, refers to the image that you are taking. Framing an image generally means to choose your composition (rather than putting a wooden frame on a print). Taking frames means to take photos.
Source: http://photographyconcentrate.com/essential-guide-photography-slang/