drabble: No Accounting Rudeness {Changmin}
Title: No Accounting Rudeness
Length: drabble
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: PG
Genre: angst
Pairing/Characters: Changmin, Matsumoto Jun
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: This drabble was written as a challenge by my platypus. She wanted MatsuJun, Changmin, and coffee. ^_^;; I doubt this was what she meant, but she seems okay with it.
~*~*~
Nose deep in a book, Changmin never even noticed the somewhat lanky Japanese man until the loud squawking and protests nearly deafened him.
He glanced back to see a vaguely familiar man trying to mop up the coffee that had drenched the front of his shirt and pants.
Dark, furious eyes seemed to promise a painful, messy death as they settled on him. “You asshole. Do you have any idea how expensive these clothes are? And what if it had been hot?! I could have been injured! To say nothing of the general rudeness! I demand an apology!”
Changmin arched a brow. “You want me to apologize because you can't keep a grip on your latte?”
The man's face turned interesting shades of mottled purple and red as he sputtered, clearly unused to someone not immediately bowing down and begging forgiveness at whatever slight he imagined up. It didn't take him long to get over his speechlessness, though, and Changmin felt a pang of sympathy for whoever had to deal with him on a daily basis. “You are the most rude, inconsiderate, uncouth, lowborn.... FOREIGNER, it has ever been my displeasure to meet!”
Then he stormed off, impatiently brushing off the waitress who'd arrived to try and help him as if she wasn't even there.
Changmin just rolled his eyes and offered the girl a smile as he moved to help her pick up the mess the man had left.
There was no call for rudeness, after all
~*~*~
It wasn't until two days later that he realized why the man had looked familiar.
“You!”
Two bands, only barely crossing each other's path, one going to perform, one simply finding a VIPs view to watch the concert, came to a halt as Matsumoto Jun pointed and screeched.
Shim Changmin sighed and shook his head, carefully steering his curious band mates around the other group. As they passed, he couldn't help but give the older man a disapproving look.
“Really, sempai. Didn't anyone ever teach you that pointing is rude?”
Length: drabble
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: PG
Genre: angst
Pairing/Characters: Changmin, Matsumoto Jun
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: This drabble was written as a challenge by my platypus. She wanted MatsuJun, Changmin, and coffee. ^_^;; I doubt this was what she meant, but she seems okay with it.
~*~*~
Nose deep in a book, Changmin never even noticed the somewhat lanky Japanese man until the loud squawking and protests nearly deafened him.
He glanced back to see a vaguely familiar man trying to mop up the coffee that had drenched the front of his shirt and pants.
Dark, furious eyes seemed to promise a painful, messy death as they settled on him. “You asshole. Do you have any idea how expensive these clothes are? And what if it had been hot?! I could have been injured! To say nothing of the general rudeness! I demand an apology!”
Changmin arched a brow. “You want me to apologize because you can't keep a grip on your latte?”
The man's face turned interesting shades of mottled purple and red as he sputtered, clearly unused to someone not immediately bowing down and begging forgiveness at whatever slight he imagined up. It didn't take him long to get over his speechlessness, though, and Changmin felt a pang of sympathy for whoever had to deal with him on a daily basis. “You are the most rude, inconsiderate, uncouth, lowborn.... FOREIGNER, it has ever been my displeasure to meet!”
Then he stormed off, impatiently brushing off the waitress who'd arrived to try and help him as if she wasn't even there.
Changmin just rolled his eyes and offered the girl a smile as he moved to help her pick up the mess the man had left.
There was no call for rudeness, after all
~*~*~
It wasn't until two days later that he realized why the man had looked familiar.
“You!”
Two bands, only barely crossing each other's path, one going to perform, one simply finding a VIPs view to watch the concert, came to a halt as Matsumoto Jun pointed and screeched.
Shim Changmin sighed and shook his head, carefully steering his curious band mates around the other group. As they passed, he couldn't help but give the older man a disapproving look.
“Really, sempai. Didn't anyone ever teach you that pointing is rude?”