So Hot
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This is, basically, half of praghufanfic and mine's brainchild~ I hope this was cracky enough, Preemyu~ :'3 (NOODLES.)
So Hot
RyoShige; 1771 words; G; K-popped! Verse
If there was anyone to blame for this mess, Shige would have gladly pushed all of it towards Miku. In his logical mind, none of this would have happened if she hadn't hidden the CD among a stack of other Christmas presents, shipped it across the Japan Sea and then forced him - via an almost endless phone conversation and even more text messages - to keep it with the rest of his collection. It had been entirely her fault, he felt, that he had, tucked away in the midst of his organised shelf of modern and classical music, a copy of Wondergirls' So Hot single and that somehow, the Nishikido Ryo had lain his claws on said CD, leaving a trail of flail-y, fanboy-y destruction in its wake.
Just then, Ryo twirled past the genkan, a devious looking smile on his face. Shige sighed dramatically but couldn't quite summon the energy to tell the Sexy Osaka Man to please stop playing that song. Besides, the shorter man looked as though he was having masses of fun and who was he to stop him from enjoying himself?
"Welcome home, Shige," Ryo greeted enthusiastically, a wide, hyper grin plastered on his face, a hand placed strategically on his hip tilted forwards. Somewhere in the background, the Wondergirls sang "I'm so, so, so hot, hot" in the "sexy voice only they could pull off". (He didn't know why he was quoting Ryo.)
Shige fought the strong urge to smash his head against the nearest glass object.
- - -
Shige could feel a headache coming. He was sure of it; like he was sure his name was Kato Shigeaki. (Although, now that he had a chance to really think about it, they could all be living in Miku's dysfunctional universe where no-one was really sure if they even existed, let alone be certain of their own name. Sometimes, his younger god sister made more sense than he did at times.)
Letting his head drop heavily onto Koyama's shoulder, he groaned miserably and wondered briefly what he had done to anger or upset some higher being.
"Koyama, save me," he squeaked - well, he think he squeaked, but he wasn't sure, because his oncoming headache was threatening to overtake his senses, and Koyama really isn't helping. "Don't laugh," he cried, punching the older man on his upper arm.
"I'm sorry," Koyama apologised, his words punctured by his amiable laughter.
Shige groaned again.
Except, Shige wanted to say, having a party would be the last thing on Ryo's mind when he has that song on full blast and loop. "I think," he tried to say, repressing the urge to jump out of a window, "Nishikido-kun is dancing."
Sure enough, when Shige threw open the door to the dance studio, there the Sexy Osaka Man was, teaching every dance move to an attentive Tego- Wait, what?!
"Not you too, Tegoshi!"
Tegoshi blinked at them with wide, innocent eyes, having had the courtesy to stop in his step when the door was thrown open.
"I'm sorry, Shige," he pouted - Shige's resolve to be angry at him crumbled a little. "Nishikido-kun said that it was a fun dance."
"You can't argue with the kid," floated Ryo's obnoxious voice as the Law student dumped his bag unceremoniously in one corner of the dance studio and dropped down heavily beside it, one eye open and wearily watching them. "It is fun, isn't it, Tegoshi?"
Tegoshi nodded enthusiastically. Somewhere behind them, Shige muffled a scream of frustration.
- - -
"I hate you, Miku," he yelled down the phone the second his god sister picked up her phone.
"What?" Miku answered, innocence lacing her voice. Shige could almost envision the wide grin that must be plastered on her face.
"Why did you have to torture me with this?" he cried, clinging onto the phone. He had half a mind to just hang up on her, but being the brainiac that he was, he mentally walked himself through the possible sequence of events that might follow. In the end, he figured that in the long run, merely hanging up on Miku wasn't worth being yelled at by his mother for being rude.
"Torture you with what?" she chortled. "You never said I couldn't give the rest of your band Christmas presents. And you did specify that I had to keep the budget down so the shipping fee wouldn't be so expensive. So I kept the budget down - how I was I supposed to know that Wondergirls got on your nerves?"
"That's not the point."
"Then what is? I hardly see how this is my fault."
"You told Ryo, didn't you?"
There was a brief scuffle in the background, and he heard Miku's muffled yells of Korean. "Sorry, I got a little sidetracked just then." Clearly, Shige thought bitterly.
"You told Ryo, didn't you?" he repeated, enunciating every word clearly like he was talking to a five year old.
"Sure, I didn't!" Shige sure hated her chirps. "I didn't utter a single word to Nishikido-kun."
He vaguely picked up someone's yells in Korean through the phone, and Miku was yelling something back in Chinese. "Hey, Shige-nii, I need to go and eat now, before I starve to death and the others devour Geng-nii's yummy Beijing Fried Rice." He could hear her pattering footsteps in the background, and then she was saying, "I'll be back in Japan next week for Christmas, remember that and come pick me up from the airport, please! I'll talk to you later!"
The next thing he heard was Miku yelling something in Korean and then the dialling tone was beeping loudly against his ringing ear.
One of these days, he was going to kill her.
- - -
Shige was tired. He was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open, and yet he couldn't shut them completely because they refused to budge. Revision was more important, and he hadn't had enough time to even look over the very important notes he had taken over the previous term.
"You know," Ryo began, flicking through the magazine carelessly, eyeing each of the girls carefully, "I've decided that Sohee is my favourite."
Surprised at the sudden intrusion of silence - the room had previously been so quiet Shige had almost forgotten about Ryo - the Law student dropped his highlighter and turned his incredulous and inquisitive gaze towards the older man. "What?"
"I've decided," Ryo repeated thoughtfully, "that Sohee is my favourite member of the Wondergirls. Yubin is also very pretty, but Sohee is the most adorable thing on Planet Earth. I want a Sohee."
"Huh," he grunted, turning back to his book. "So?"
The bed rustled, and Shige felt a weight latch itself around his shoulders. "Aren't you jealous?"
"Not really."
If the disappearance of warmth on his back was any indication, Ryo wasn't happy. Suddenly, Shige grew increasing worried for the precious few hours he had left before the last of his finals.
"Why aren't you jealous?"
There it was: Nishikido Ryo's infamous "pity me" voice.
"Should I be jealous?"
"Yes."
If Shige thought Miku's chirp was high-pitched, it was nothing compared to the Sexy Osaka Man's. On second thoughts, maybe he didn't mind his god sister's chirps so much. Still, he couldn't rein in the biting remarks he was so used to making, so before he could even stop it, he was blurting out a sharp, "Why?", and almost wished he had better self-control.
"Because," Ryo argued, his voice beginning to quiver slightly from a pout the student couldn't see but was sure was there, "I might run off with someone that isn't you!"
Shige turned a page in his large Law textbook and nibbled with the inside of his mouth, suppressing the, "But you always run off with someone that isn't me whenever I'm busy.", that was threatening to spill off of his tongue.
Behind him, Ryo made a small, dissatisfied whine in the back of his throat. Shige had to force himself not to turn around and fall to the older man's whims, which he knew he would if he so much glanced at his half-naked boyfriend.
- - -
Narita airport was packed with holiday makers when Shige arrived to pick his god sister up for her Christmas visit. When he caught sight of her leaving Customs, he had to do a double-take, because she looked like Yoshida Miku, but he wasn't entirely sure: when did she get her hair straightened and layered? And why was she wearing a Santa's hat?
"Shige-nii~!" she chirped excitedly, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug.
Maybe it was time for a rethink: maybe he didn't like her chirps at all.
"How are you?" she asked, a mock concerned look falling on her features. "You haven't tried to commit suicide, have you? I understand it must be very hard for you, now that you're approaching the last year of your studies in Law."
Instead of answering that, he glared at the younger girl and swiped the handle of her suitcase from her grasp, turning to walk - it looked more like stomping, from her point of view - towards the car park.
"Wait up, Shige-nii! I need to go find someone before you whisk me away."
He paused in his step and when he turned around, he managed to catch the last wisp of her hair whipping through the throng of tourists.
Suddenly, there was a loud eruption of screams from the barriers as a crowd of girls - when had so many girls gathered there? - began to wave a sea of sapphire blue balloons and yell out the names of their idols. Curious, he ambled over to the end of the police-enforced area, the end towards which the Korean idols were approaching, and saw Miku briefly hug a boy tucked in the centre of the small group - Eeteuk, Shige thought automatically - before she broke away and ran to where he was.
"What was that about?" he asked, when they were settled in his car and speeding back to Tokyo.
"I didn't tell you?" This time, she sounded genuinely surprised. Shige shook his head. "Oh, I must have forgotten to then. I'm home-staying at Super Junior's dorm for half a year." She fiddled with her phone, flipping it open, bathing the front of the convertible in the blue light from the screen, and then snapped it shut. "They've asked me to introduce them to your band."
"Eh?"
Comments and critiques = ♥
This is, basically, half of praghufanfic and mine's brainchild~ I hope this was cracky enough, Preemyu~ :'3 (NOODLES.)
So Hot
RyoShige; 1771 words; G; K-popped! Verse
If there was anyone to blame for this mess, Shige would have gladly pushed all of it towards Miku. In his logical mind, none of this would have happened if she hadn't hidden the CD among a stack of other Christmas presents, shipped it across the Japan Sea and then forced him - via an almost endless phone conversation and even more text messages - to keep it with the rest of his collection. It had been entirely her fault, he felt, that he had, tucked away in the midst of his organised shelf of modern and classical music, a copy of Wondergirls' So Hot single and that somehow, the Nishikido Ryo had lain his claws on said CD, leaving a trail of flail-y, fanboy-y destruction in its wake.
Just then, Ryo twirled past the genkan, a devious looking smile on his face. Shige sighed dramatically but couldn't quite summon the energy to tell the Sexy Osaka Man to please stop playing that song. Besides, the shorter man looked as though he was having masses of fun and who was he to stop him from enjoying himself?
"Welcome home, Shige," Ryo greeted enthusiastically, a wide, hyper grin plastered on his face, a hand placed strategically on his hip tilted forwards. Somewhere in the background, the Wondergirls sang "I'm so, so, so hot, hot" in the "sexy voice only they could pull off". (He didn't know why he was quoting Ryo.)
Shige fought the strong urge to smash his head against the nearest glass object.
- - -
Shige could feel a headache coming. He was sure of it; like he was sure his name was Kato Shigeaki. (Although, now that he had a chance to really think about it, they could all be living in Miku's dysfunctional universe where no-one was really sure if they even existed, let alone be certain of their own name. Sometimes, his younger god sister made more sense than he did at times.)
Letting his head drop heavily onto Koyama's shoulder, he groaned miserably and wondered briefly what he had done to anger or upset some higher being.
"Koyama, save me," he squeaked - well, he think he squeaked, but he wasn't sure, because his oncoming headache was threatening to overtake his senses, and Koyama really isn't helping. "Don't laugh," he cried, punching the older man on his upper arm.
"I'm sorry," Koyama apologised, his words punctured by his amiable laughter.
Shige groaned again.
Except, Shige wanted to say, having a party would be the last thing on Ryo's mind when he has that song on full blast and loop. "I think," he tried to say, repressing the urge to jump out of a window, "Nishikido-kun is dancing."
Sure enough, when Shige threw open the door to the dance studio, there the Sexy Osaka Man was, teaching every dance move to an attentive Tego- Wait, what?!
"Not you too, Tegoshi!"
Tegoshi blinked at them with wide, innocent eyes, having had the courtesy to stop in his step when the door was thrown open.
"I'm sorry, Shige," he pouted - Shige's resolve to be angry at him crumbled a little. "Nishikido-kun said that it was a fun dance."
"You can't argue with the kid," floated Ryo's obnoxious voice as the Law student dumped his bag unceremoniously in one corner of the dance studio and dropped down heavily beside it, one eye open and wearily watching them. "It is fun, isn't it, Tegoshi?"
Tegoshi nodded enthusiastically. Somewhere behind them, Shige muffled a scream of frustration.
- - -
"I hate you, Miku," he yelled down the phone the second his god sister picked up her phone.
"What?" Miku answered, innocence lacing her voice. Shige could almost envision the wide grin that must be plastered on her face.
"Why did you have to torture me with this?" he cried, clinging onto the phone. He had half a mind to just hang up on her, but being the brainiac that he was, he mentally walked himself through the possible sequence of events that might follow. In the end, he figured that in the long run, merely hanging up on Miku wasn't worth being yelled at by his mother for being rude.
"Torture you with what?" she chortled. "You never said I couldn't give the rest of your band Christmas presents. And you did specify that I had to keep the budget down so the shipping fee wouldn't be so expensive. So I kept the budget down - how I was I supposed to know that Wondergirls got on your nerves?"
"That's not the point."
"Then what is? I hardly see how this is my fault."
"You told Ryo, didn't you?"
There was a brief scuffle in the background, and he heard Miku's muffled yells of Korean. "Sorry, I got a little sidetracked just then." Clearly, Shige thought bitterly.
"You told Ryo, didn't you?" he repeated, enunciating every word clearly like he was talking to a five year old.
"Sure, I didn't!" Shige sure hated her chirps. "I didn't utter a single word to Nishikido-kun."
He vaguely picked up someone's yells in Korean through the phone, and Miku was yelling something back in Chinese. "Hey, Shige-nii, I need to go and eat now, before I starve to death and the others devour Geng-nii's yummy Beijing Fried Rice." He could hear her pattering footsteps in the background, and then she was saying, "I'll be back in Japan next week for Christmas, remember that and come pick me up from the airport, please! I'll talk to you later!"
The next thing he heard was Miku yelling something in Korean and then the dialling tone was beeping loudly against his ringing ear.
One of these days, he was going to kill her.
- - -
Shige was tired. He was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open, and yet he couldn't shut them completely because they refused to budge. Revision was more important, and he hadn't had enough time to even look over the very important notes he had taken over the previous term.
"You know," Ryo began, flicking through the magazine carelessly, eyeing each of the girls carefully, "I've decided that Sohee is my favourite."
Surprised at the sudden intrusion of silence - the room had previously been so quiet Shige had almost forgotten about Ryo - the Law student dropped his highlighter and turned his incredulous and inquisitive gaze towards the older man. "What?"
"I've decided," Ryo repeated thoughtfully, "that Sohee is my favourite member of the Wondergirls. Yubin is also very pretty, but Sohee is the most adorable thing on Planet Earth. I want a Sohee."
"Huh," he grunted, turning back to his book. "So?"
The bed rustled, and Shige felt a weight latch itself around his shoulders. "Aren't you jealous?"
"Not really."
If the disappearance of warmth on his back was any indication, Ryo wasn't happy. Suddenly, Shige grew increasing worried for the precious few hours he had left before the last of his finals.
"Why aren't you jealous?"
There it was: Nishikido Ryo's infamous "pity me" voice.
"Should I be jealous?"
"Yes."
If Shige thought Miku's chirp was high-pitched, it was nothing compared to the Sexy Osaka Man's. On second thoughts, maybe he didn't mind his god sister's chirps so much. Still, he couldn't rein in the biting remarks he was so used to making, so before he could even stop it, he was blurting out a sharp, "Why?", and almost wished he had better self-control.
"Because," Ryo argued, his voice beginning to quiver slightly from a pout the student couldn't see but was sure was there, "I might run off with someone that isn't you!"
Shige turned a page in his large Law textbook and nibbled with the inside of his mouth, suppressing the, "But you always run off with someone that isn't me whenever I'm busy.", that was threatening to spill off of his tongue.
Behind him, Ryo made a small, dissatisfied whine in the back of his throat. Shige had to force himself not to turn around and fall to the older man's whims, which he knew he would if he so much glanced at his half-naked boyfriend.
- - -
Narita airport was packed with holiday makers when Shige arrived to pick his god sister up for her Christmas visit. When he caught sight of her leaving Customs, he had to do a double-take, because she looked like Yoshida Miku, but he wasn't entirely sure: when did she get her hair straightened and layered? And why was she wearing a Santa's hat?
"Shige-nii~!" she chirped excitedly, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug.
Maybe it was time for a rethink: maybe he didn't like her chirps at all.
"How are you?" she asked, a mock concerned look falling on her features. "You haven't tried to commit suicide, have you? I understand it must be very hard for you, now that you're approaching the last year of your studies in Law."
Instead of answering that, he glared at the younger girl and swiped the handle of her suitcase from her grasp, turning to walk - it looked more like stomping, from her point of view - towards the car park.
"Wait up, Shige-nii! I need to go find someone before you whisk me away."
He paused in his step and when he turned around, he managed to catch the last wisp of her hair whipping through the throng of tourists.
Suddenly, there was a loud eruption of screams from the barriers as a crowd of girls - when had so many girls gathered there? - began to wave a sea of sapphire blue balloons and yell out the names of their idols. Curious, he ambled over to the end of the police-enforced area, the end towards which the Korean idols were approaching, and saw Miku briefly hug a boy tucked in the centre of the small group - Eeteuk, Shige thought automatically - before she broke away and ran to where he was.
"What was that about?" he asked, when they were settled in his car and speeding back to Tokyo.
"I didn't tell you?" This time, she sounded genuinely surprised. Shige shook his head. "Oh, I must have forgotten to then. I'm home-staying at Super Junior's dorm for half a year." She fiddled with her phone, flipping it open, bathing the front of the convertible in the blue light from the screen, and then snapped it shut. "They've asked me to introduce them to your band."
"Eh?"
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