fic: yakisoba, sungyeol/sungjong, g
Title:yakisoba
Author: pinefir
Genre: comedy
Pairing: friendship!sungyeol/sungjong/myungsoo
Words: 1041 words
Rating: G
Summary: sungyeol and sungjong makes a bet on who’s gonna sing a line outside of the chorus.
AN: do not kill me sungyeol and sungjong stans :|
Sungjong looks at his Sungyeol hyung with something like challenge in his eyes. “ I bet,” Sungjong starts confidently. “I’ll get to sing a line outside the chorus.”
Sungyeol narrows his eyes at the maknae and leans towards him. “You really wanna start that bet?”
Sungjong nods , almost missing Sungyeol’s forehead by a breath. “I do.”
“Then it’s totally on,” Sungyeol says, slamming his fists on the table as if that would seal the deal. Sungjong follows suit and slams his fist as wel , only his were louder, as if challenging Sungyeol to get higher than that. Sungyeol accepts and slams his fist harder again this time. Sungjong is about to punch the table when Myungsoo hollers at them.
“Will you two keep it down?” he says as he eyes the two who were having a “fist fight”. Sungjong mutters a soft sorry, and smiles sheepishly while Sungyeol brushes him off. Myungsoo thinks that these two are absolutely retarded and wonders how he got put into a band with these two.
The winner of the bet gets a slave for a week, while the loser becomes the slave of the week.
“But you always boss me around!” Sungjong protests as he sees Sungyeol write it down on a piece of tissue while they were eating out. “If I lose, then nothing’s gonna change!”
Sungyeol mutters something about insufferable dongsaengs before crossing out what he wrote. “What do you want then?” he asks Sungjong pointedly.
Sungjong smiles at him brightly. “I want the loser to become the slave of the whole promotion period for everyone, and the winner to have not only the loser as his slave but the slave’s bathing time too,” he says, feeling accomplished.
“Okay,” Sungyeol acquiesces and makes a show of writing it down on their bet terms. When the words are finally written down and Sungjong has approved of them, Sungjong stands up and excuses himself.
Ho won, who was sitting opposite Sungyeol, looks at Sungyeol with slightly veiled disgust.
“What?” Sungyeol asks Ho won who was now making tsking sounds at him.
“You’re a dirty, cheating, lying bastard,” Ho won says with a straight face. “Cheating our maknae, like that...”
Sungyeol only smirks at him.
Two days before the release of their comeback concept, Sungyeol is woken up by Sungkyu at a way too early time.
“Yah, yah,” Sungkyu says as he nudges Sungyeol’s face with his foot. “Wake up.”
Sungyeol wakes up with a groan and a slap to his leader’s foot. “What?”
“What’s this i hear about a bet?” Sungkyu asks him, straight to the point. “Is it about me? It’s not about me, right? You wouldn’t dare!”
“What bet? We make a lot of bets here,” sungyeol says, burying his face into his pillow. “And go away hyung, it’s too early.”
“I’ll show you what early is,” Sungkyu says before dragging Sungyeol out of his bed.
“What I see is an opportunity to have two slaves,” Dongwoo says from his perch on the couch as soon as Ho won finishes telling them of Sungyeol’s and Sungjong’s bet. Woohyun shrugs and proceeds to sleep against Dongwoo’s shoulder, ignoring the talks about the bet.
“Two slaves?” Sungjong asks.
Dongwoo nods. “If neither of you gets to sing outside of the chorus, then we have two slaves. If both of you gets to sing outside of the chorus, then nothing happens to us, so i don’t really understand why Sungkyu was blowing his top off.”
“I was not blowing my top off,” Sungkyu protests.
Woohyun kind of wakes up and glares at the leader for his sudden outburst before going back to sleep on Dongwoo’s shoulder.
“Anyways, I’m betting on you, Sungjong,” Ho won says as he ruffles Sungjong’s hair affectionately. Sungjong smiles at him.
“Me too!” Dongwoo chimes in.
Sungyeol frowns and looks at Sunggyu for support.
“Let’s face it Sungyeol, you might get stuck in the chorus,” Sunggyu says and Sungyeol is quick to launch a pillow at the leader’s face. Sungjong looks a bit too happy.
“How about you?” Ho won directs his question to Myungsoo. “Who are you betting for?”
Myungsoo looks around him before sighing loudly. “No one, iIbet those two would get chorus parts. I mean if our comeback is gonna be playful, then they might as well own the chorus.”
Sungyeol frowns. “You’re no fun at all.”
“If I’m right, I’m gonna make you do my laundry and you, Sungjong, will have to clean our room,” Myungsoo says before he leaves the living room.
The day the lyrics are released for their comeback song, Sungjong crosses his fingers and prays to all the gods and dead ancestors he knows so that he won’t lose the bet. Sungyeol comes out of his room with a wide smirk.
“Get ready to be everyone’s slave, maknae,” Sungyeol says. “Look at it this way, at least it’s not gonna be much of a change.”
Before Sungjong could even retort, Sungyeol was out of the hallway and heading towards the door. He wonders what Sungyeol meant by it’s not gonna be much of a change when he realizes that he’s just been duped. “Rats. Such a dirty player ,” he says with a frown as he hears the door slam. He assumes it was Sungyeol.
He walks toward the door and opens it. “Oh yeah? Well let’s see how you like doing my laundry?” he shouts at Sungyeol’s disappearing back.
When the seven of them are in the producer’s office, waiting for the demo tape, almost everyone were looking forward to the release of their comeback song except for two. Sungjong continued praying he’d win while sungyeol was just bored. When their manage came in with the producer, everyone were less jittery now.
“Are they singing about yakisoba through-out the whole thing?” Woohyun asks no one in particular.
The producer looks slightly offended by this and was about to launch into a rant when sSnggyu suddenly drops the bomb. “So how is the part distribution?”
“Ahh!” their manager turns to them with a smile. “Well this time around, Sungyeol and Sungjong are gonna be singing the chorus!”
It was the first time everyone has seen Myungsoo so happy and smile so widely.
End.
AN: my very first infiniteu fic ;-; sobs.and it's not even funny
Author: pinefir
Genre: comedy
Pairing: friendship!sungyeol/sungjong/myungsoo
Words: 1041 words
Rating: G
Summary: sungyeol and sungjong makes a bet on who’s gonna sing a line outside of the chorus.
AN: do not kill me sungyeol and sungjong stans :|
Sungjong looks at his Sungyeol hyung with something like challenge in his eyes. “ I bet,” Sungjong starts confidently. “I’ll get to sing a line outside the chorus.”
Sungyeol narrows his eyes at the maknae and leans towards him. “You really wanna start that bet?”
Sungjong nods , almost missing Sungyeol’s forehead by a breath. “I do.”
“Then it’s totally on,” Sungyeol says, slamming his fists on the table as if that would seal the deal. Sungjong follows suit and slams his fist as wel , only his were louder, as if challenging Sungyeol to get higher than that. Sungyeol accepts and slams his fist harder again this time. Sungjong is about to punch the table when Myungsoo hollers at them.
“Will you two keep it down?” he says as he eyes the two who were having a “fist fight”. Sungjong mutters a soft sorry, and smiles sheepishly while Sungyeol brushes him off. Myungsoo thinks that these two are absolutely retarded and wonders how he got put into a band with these two.
The winner of the bet gets a slave for a week, while the loser becomes the slave of the week.
“But you always boss me around!” Sungjong protests as he sees Sungyeol write it down on a piece of tissue while they were eating out. “If I lose, then nothing’s gonna change!”
Sungyeol mutters something about insufferable dongsaengs before crossing out what he wrote. “What do you want then?” he asks Sungjong pointedly.
Sungjong smiles at him brightly. “I want the loser to become the slave of the whole promotion period for everyone, and the winner to have not only the loser as his slave but the slave’s bathing time too,” he says, feeling accomplished.
“Okay,” Sungyeol acquiesces and makes a show of writing it down on their bet terms. When the words are finally written down and Sungjong has approved of them, Sungjong stands up and excuses himself.
Ho won, who was sitting opposite Sungyeol, looks at Sungyeol with slightly veiled disgust.
“What?” Sungyeol asks Ho won who was now making tsking sounds at him.
“You’re a dirty, cheating, lying bastard,” Ho won says with a straight face. “Cheating our maknae, like that...”
Sungyeol only smirks at him.
Two days before the release of their comeback concept, Sungyeol is woken up by Sungkyu at a way too early time.
“Yah, yah,” Sungkyu says as he nudges Sungyeol’s face with his foot. “Wake up.”
Sungyeol wakes up with a groan and a slap to his leader’s foot. “What?”
“What’s this i hear about a bet?” Sungkyu asks him, straight to the point. “Is it about me? It’s not about me, right? You wouldn’t dare!”
“What bet? We make a lot of bets here,” sungyeol says, burying his face into his pillow. “And go away hyung, it’s too early.”
“I’ll show you what early is,” Sungkyu says before dragging Sungyeol out of his bed.
“What I see is an opportunity to have two slaves,” Dongwoo says from his perch on the couch as soon as Ho won finishes telling them of Sungyeol’s and Sungjong’s bet. Woohyun shrugs and proceeds to sleep against Dongwoo’s shoulder, ignoring the talks about the bet.
“Two slaves?” Sungjong asks.
Dongwoo nods. “If neither of you gets to sing outside of the chorus, then we have two slaves. If both of you gets to sing outside of the chorus, then nothing happens to us, so i don’t really understand why Sungkyu was blowing his top off.”
“I was not blowing my top off,” Sungkyu protests.
Woohyun kind of wakes up and glares at the leader for his sudden outburst before going back to sleep on Dongwoo’s shoulder.
“Anyways, I’m betting on you, Sungjong,” Ho won says as he ruffles Sungjong’s hair affectionately. Sungjong smiles at him.
“Me too!” Dongwoo chimes in.
Sungyeol frowns and looks at Sunggyu for support.
“Let’s face it Sungyeol, you might get stuck in the chorus,” Sunggyu says and Sungyeol is quick to launch a pillow at the leader’s face. Sungjong looks a bit too happy.
“How about you?” Ho won directs his question to Myungsoo. “Who are you betting for?”
Myungsoo looks around him before sighing loudly. “No one, iIbet those two would get chorus parts. I mean if our comeback is gonna be playful, then they might as well own the chorus.”
Sungyeol frowns. “You’re no fun at all.”
“If I’m right, I’m gonna make you do my laundry and you, Sungjong, will have to clean our room,” Myungsoo says before he leaves the living room.
The day the lyrics are released for their comeback song, Sungjong crosses his fingers and prays to all the gods and dead ancestors he knows so that he won’t lose the bet. Sungyeol comes out of his room with a wide smirk.
“Get ready to be everyone’s slave, maknae,” Sungyeol says. “Look at it this way, at least it’s not gonna be much of a change.”
Before Sungjong could even retort, Sungyeol was out of the hallway and heading towards the door. He wonders what Sungyeol meant by it’s not gonna be much of a change when he realizes that he’s just been duped. “Rats. Such a dirty player ,” he says with a frown as he hears the door slam. He assumes it was Sungyeol.
He walks toward the door and opens it. “Oh yeah? Well let’s see how you like doing my laundry?” he shouts at Sungyeol’s disappearing back.
When the seven of them are in the producer’s office, waiting for the demo tape, almost everyone were looking forward to the release of their comeback song except for two. Sungjong continued praying he’d win while sungyeol was just bored. When their manage came in with the producer, everyone were less jittery now.
“Are they singing about yakisoba through-out the whole thing?” Woohyun asks no one in particular.
The producer looks slightly offended by this and was about to launch into a rant when sSnggyu suddenly drops the bomb. “So how is the part distribution?”
“Ahh!” their manager turns to them with a smile. “Well this time around, Sungyeol and Sungjong are gonna be singing the chorus!”
It was the first time everyone has seen Myungsoo so happy and smile so widely.
End.
AN: my very first infiniteu fic ;-; sobs.and it's not even funny