drabble;; bring the boys out
title: bring the boys out
characters/pairings: ot12 | ninja!lukai
rating: pg
wordcount: 1105
a/n: this started off as a drunken rant on twitter, with me going all BEST IDEA EVER EXO DOING THE BOYS??? and then it became tumblr drabble and i posted it here. yeap.
jongin finds out about the details of their special stage for sbs's gayo daejun later than the rest.
he comes home to find the dorm absolutely trashed. pillows and shoes are strewn across the living room. there is a sock hanging from the doorknob. he has to sidestep the cds that spill out into the hallway. (he winces at this because wow, kyungsoo is almost anal with alphabetizing and arranging the cd collection by year.)
minseok smiles apologetically from where he is rubbing what looks like chocolate milk from the wall. "duizhang had a mental breakdown."
"oooookay," jongin says and turns to hang his scarf on the hook above the shoe rack. this is why he puts in those extra hours at the dance studio. this is why he tries to skip his way out of all of joonmyun's stupid group bonding sessions. "but why trash our dorm?"
"oh, our dorm is trashed too," minseok says. he frowns and scrubs harder at a stubborn stain. finally he gives up and throws his rag at the wall. "why do you guys stock chocolate milk?? it's harder to clean than plain milk."
because jongin has baby taste buds that's why. but he doesn't say that. instead he wanders off to find kyungsoo to bug him into making him ramyeon, and maybe find joonmyun to demand an explanation.
he doesn't find joonmyun or kyungsoo. he finds yixing instead, who is nervously wringing his hands in front of his bedroom.
"hyung," he greets him hesitantly, still utterly confused at what is going on.
"we were just informed about our special stage," yixing moans and hides his face in his hands. baekhyun nods enthusiastically next to him, having bounded over when he saw jongin approaching.
"it can't be that bad right?" because baekhyun's eyes are sparkling and- wait, baekhyun's eyes are sparkling. they're fucked.
"we're doing snsd's the boys," yixing whispers, so soft jongin can't even hear.
jongin frowns. "what? hyung, you're going to have to speak up."
"so nyeo shi daeeee," yixing hisses, voice just as low.
jongin opens his mouth to ask yixing to repeat when baekhyun cuts in loudly, "WE'RE DANCING THE BOYS!"
from the closed door, a loud roar rocks the whole house. well, jongin just found where kris went.
"yeah, okay, i don't think i can do this." chanyeol frowns at where yixing is demonstrating the dance move and shakes his head.
"it's really easy!" yixing hops up and says encouragingly, because he's always the one with the patience to actually guide the members through the dance move. jongin had already screamed obscenities at chanyeol and stomped off ten minutes ago. "let me just help you..."
"no, no, it's alright. i really don't- HOLY FUCKKKK I THINK YOU JUST BROKE MY PELVIS."
they don't make a lot of progress with the dance steps during that lesson.
dinner that night is spent awkwardly, with chanyeol whimpering as he adjusts his ass, and baekhyun shooting daggers at yixing over their kimchi jjiggae.
"i hope all of you break a bone," jongin spits out and crosses his arms, because no one in the fucking dance group can dance.
tao pats him on the arm comfortingly and offers his sage words of advice, "a boiling pool kills the chicken that falls in."
jongin blinks. "the fuck is that supposed to mean."
chanyeol pulls out the pack of peanuts he keeps for occasions like these and munches happily as he waits in front of the dressing room curtain currently hiding kris.
"I WILL NOT PUT THIS ON!" roars kris.
"do it or it's coming out of your paycheck," their manager threatens.
"FUCK MONEY."
"do it or i'm telling your mother?" seunghwan tries feebly.
"I AM OLD ENOUGH TO BE LEGALLY DETACHED FROM MY MOTHER."
"no, wait, let me," interjects luhan. he pulls open the curtains in one swoop, revealing an angry kris, a cowering seunghwan, and a flimsy glittery silver material hanging from the hook. "do it or i'm releasing the pictures of you from that night."
kris visibly pales. "that night?"
luhan smirks, his true colours coming through. "that night," he confirms.
to everyone surprise, kris pushes seunghwan out of the dressing room and draws the curtains closed.
chanyeol slides up to luhan and nudges him with his elbow. "can i see those photos?"
they stand, poised and ready with their camera phones out, waiting for the grand reveal.
"if i see any of you taking pictures, i'm going to massacrate you," kris warns, but his threats don't hold a lot of weight when everyone knows what he's wearing at the moment.
"oh for fuck's sake." sehun rolls his eyes and kicks the curtains open.
for a moment there is absolute silence.
then everyone jolts to life and starts documenting this rare moment with their camera phones. kris has on a pink tights with a body hugging low cut silver dress that stretches too much across his chest. he looks, frankly, kind of horrifying.
"kristina," jongdae coughs out between snickers.
no one attempts to hold kris back as he lunges for jongdae's neck. it is only time someone did what everyone has been wanting to do since kim jongdae turned up, smiling all bright eyed at the trainee dorms one rainy thursday.
"i hope i get the pink sparkles," joonmyun frowns, "because silver is not my colour."
it's finally d-day. they look a picture in the pink, black and silver sparkly dresses, so low cut it's practically obscene. chanyeol amuses himself by pushing his moobs together, creating a false illusion of cleavage. "do you want to krong me," he leers, pushing his chest towards jongin's face.
"exo let's love!" joonmyun cheers, and everyone echoes it cheerfully. except for kris, who refuses to speak. and jongin, who hates the fact that the black dress he's wearing restricts his dance movements. and luhan, because he is the manliest member in exo, okay, why is he wearing a dress.
jongin sneaks an arm around the group hug that joonmyun forces them into and pinches luhan's butt.
luhan yelps and flicks his eyes over to jongin, who gives him a grin in return. i like your dress, mouths jongin and luhan looks away, feeling the heat warming up his ears.
"come on, everyone!" joonmyun claps his hand twice to get the attention of his rowdy children and beams at everyone. "let's kill this stage!"
exo becomes the top searched on naver.
kris vows to legally change his name and to never return to canada because if his classmates hear of this-
and as for luhan... well, let's just say he has trouble walking the next day.
end.
the fuck did i write. also i have a ton of plot bunnies out for adoption who wants one.
characters/pairings: ot12 | ninja!lukai
rating: pg
wordcount: 1105
a/n: this started off as a drunken rant on twitter, with me going all BEST IDEA EVER EXO DOING THE BOYS??? and then it became tumblr drabble and i posted it here. yeap.
jongin finds out about the details of their special stage for sbs's gayo daejun later than the rest.
he comes home to find the dorm absolutely trashed. pillows and shoes are strewn across the living room. there is a sock hanging from the doorknob. he has to sidestep the cds that spill out into the hallway. (he winces at this because wow, kyungsoo is almost anal with alphabetizing and arranging the cd collection by year.)
minseok smiles apologetically from where he is rubbing what looks like chocolate milk from the wall. "duizhang had a mental breakdown."
"oooookay," jongin says and turns to hang his scarf on the hook above the shoe rack. this is why he puts in those extra hours at the dance studio. this is why he tries to skip his way out of all of joonmyun's stupid group bonding sessions. "but why trash our dorm?"
"oh, our dorm is trashed too," minseok says. he frowns and scrubs harder at a stubborn stain. finally he gives up and throws his rag at the wall. "why do you guys stock chocolate milk?? it's harder to clean than plain milk."
because jongin has baby taste buds that's why. but he doesn't say that. instead he wanders off to find kyungsoo to bug him into making him ramyeon, and maybe find joonmyun to demand an explanation.
he doesn't find joonmyun or kyungsoo. he finds yixing instead, who is nervously wringing his hands in front of his bedroom.
"hyung," he greets him hesitantly, still utterly confused at what is going on.
"we were just informed about our special stage," yixing moans and hides his face in his hands. baekhyun nods enthusiastically next to him, having bounded over when he saw jongin approaching.
"it can't be that bad right?" because baekhyun's eyes are sparkling and- wait, baekhyun's eyes are sparkling. they're fucked.
"we're doing snsd's the boys," yixing whispers, so soft jongin can't even hear.
jongin frowns. "what? hyung, you're going to have to speak up."
"so nyeo shi daeeee," yixing hisses, voice just as low.
jongin opens his mouth to ask yixing to repeat when baekhyun cuts in loudly, "WE'RE DANCING THE BOYS!"
from the closed door, a loud roar rocks the whole house. well, jongin just found where kris went.
"yeah, okay, i don't think i can do this." chanyeol frowns at where yixing is demonstrating the dance move and shakes his head.
"it's really easy!" yixing hops up and says encouragingly, because he's always the one with the patience to actually guide the members through the dance move. jongin had already screamed obscenities at chanyeol and stomped off ten minutes ago. "let me just help you..."
"no, no, it's alright. i really don't- HOLY FUCKKKK I THINK YOU JUST BROKE MY PELVIS."
they don't make a lot of progress with the dance steps during that lesson.
dinner that night is spent awkwardly, with chanyeol whimpering as he adjusts his ass, and baekhyun shooting daggers at yixing over their kimchi jjiggae.
"i hope all of you break a bone," jongin spits out and crosses his arms, because no one in the fucking dance group can dance.
tao pats him on the arm comfortingly and offers his sage words of advice, "a boiling pool kills the chicken that falls in."
jongin blinks. "the fuck is that supposed to mean."
chanyeol pulls out the pack of peanuts he keeps for occasions like these and munches happily as he waits in front of the dressing room curtain currently hiding kris.
"I WILL NOT PUT THIS ON!" roars kris.
"do it or it's coming out of your paycheck," their manager threatens.
"FUCK MONEY."
"do it or i'm telling your mother?" seunghwan tries feebly.
"I AM OLD ENOUGH TO BE LEGALLY DETACHED FROM MY MOTHER."
"no, wait, let me," interjects luhan. he pulls open the curtains in one swoop, revealing an angry kris, a cowering seunghwan, and a flimsy glittery silver material hanging from the hook. "do it or i'm releasing the pictures of you from that night."
kris visibly pales. "that night?"
luhan smirks, his true colours coming through. "that night," he confirms.
to everyone surprise, kris pushes seunghwan out of the dressing room and draws the curtains closed.
chanyeol slides up to luhan and nudges him with his elbow. "can i see those photos?"
they stand, poised and ready with their camera phones out, waiting for the grand reveal.
"if i see any of you taking pictures, i'm going to massacrate you," kris warns, but his threats don't hold a lot of weight when everyone knows what he's wearing at the moment.
"oh for fuck's sake." sehun rolls his eyes and kicks the curtains open.
for a moment there is absolute silence.
then everyone jolts to life and starts documenting this rare moment with their camera phones. kris has on a pink tights with a body hugging low cut silver dress that stretches too much across his chest. he looks, frankly, kind of horrifying.
"kristina," jongdae coughs out between snickers.
no one attempts to hold kris back as he lunges for jongdae's neck. it is only time someone did what everyone has been wanting to do since kim jongdae turned up, smiling all bright eyed at the trainee dorms one rainy thursday.
"i hope i get the pink sparkles," joonmyun frowns, "because silver is not my colour."
it's finally d-day. they look a picture in the pink, black and silver sparkly dresses, so low cut it's practically obscene. chanyeol amuses himself by pushing his moobs together, creating a false illusion of cleavage. "do you want to krong me," he leers, pushing his chest towards jongin's face.
"exo let's love!" joonmyun cheers, and everyone echoes it cheerfully. except for kris, who refuses to speak. and jongin, who hates the fact that the black dress he's wearing restricts his dance movements. and luhan, because he is the manliest member in exo, okay, why is he wearing a dress.
jongin sneaks an arm around the group hug that joonmyun forces them into and pinches luhan's butt.
luhan yelps and flicks his eyes over to jongin, who gives him a grin in return. i like your dress, mouths jongin and luhan looks away, feeling the heat warming up his ears.
"come on, everyone!" joonmyun claps his hand twice to get the attention of his rowdy children and beams at everyone. "let's kill this stage!"
exo becomes the top searched on naver.
kris vows to legally change his name and to never return to canada because if his classmates hear of this-
and as for luhan... well, let's just say he has trouble walking the next day.
end.
the fuck did i write. also i have a ton of plot bunnies out for adoption who wants one.