Minberpile Batch 3: .Cheers
.Cheers
.ChangminYuri & Homin, PG
.My third batch from the Minberpile stock! Come and give us some wood! :D
.betterChangmin’s voice is soft and thick with longing. “How are you?”
“Good.” The reply comes back. Scattered statics of the phone did little to hamper the bumps in Yuri’s voice. “We’ve just finished our goodbye stage.”
Changmin smiles, one so soft it doesn’t reach his eyes. “That’s good. How was it?”
Yuri leans down to cover the phone from shrieks and giggles of 8 other girls in the room. “It was exhilarating! I got my dance perfectly.” And excitement went through the voice and makes Changmin chuckle. Yuri blushes.
“Oppa,” Her voice grows somber. “I wish you’d seen me.”
“If I could,” the reply comes deeper than what the public ever knows his voice can go. “I’d be in the first line with a big neon sign of your name.”
Yuri sobs and Changmin whispers. “I really want to hold you right now.”
As soon as the line goes off, they bite back their emotions and turn into idols again.
.partyYunho knows exactly what he needs to get to the top. Nice personality, good work attitude, perfect body language, and a charming smile on top. Sure, money can take care most of it, but it’s too much of a bet to take and Yunho would rather take it the hard way. So he claws his way from the bottom and rise to the top, effectively entrancing everybody in his way. But he doesn’t lie that it takes long and arduous times to succeed.
One of those times is the cocktail party he’s in right now.
“Hey, Minnie, I’m a bit short on staff here, can you help out?”
“Why does this question sound familiar? Ah right, you always ask me this on all of your jobs.”
“Hey, come on! I know you’re short on cash, I’m sure this gig would just pass you through this month.”
“I’m not going that low, Yoochun.”
“Minnie, Changminnie, please. I’m begging you, just come over and help me out!”
“Fine.”
“Oh, great!”
“I know. I just got a tape of you begging for me.”
Changmin tucks it in, safely behind his white shirt. The black butterfly tie around his neck snug a little bit too loose and his top button is undone, but Changmin doesn’t even care. He’s here only for a job and that’s it. One party gig and that’s it, he’s done for the month. He straightens his collar and smoothes his shirt with his hands before picking the tray of food up and out the kitchen’s door.
Yunho runs his eyes lazily around the room. Gentlemen after gentlemen, laughing and chatting with each other about themselves flood his eyesight. Wincing, he turns away and sees a striking beauty in the middle of the mundane. A man, rather a boy, probably a few years younger than him, walks smoothly with a tray of food ready in his hand. Yunho smirks and clicks the ice cubes in his glass, approaching the handsome server and striking a flirt with him sounds a little bit more exciting.
Changmin meets Yoochun at the back of the hotel.
“Who’s the target?” He asks casually.
“A young one, only 25 years old.”
“Ouch. Must’ve rubbed a senior’s knee on the wrong way.”
“Probably. Old geezers in suits are the worst.”
“But they pay the most, Chun.” Changmin smiles. “This…who’s his name?”
“Jung Yunho.” Yoochun shows the copy of files in his hand, showing a picture of a handsome man. “He’s quite the looker, you’ll notice him right away.” And Changmin smirks wider, happy that his trigger finger is going to have some action tonight.
It’s going to be a party alright.
also guys, remember that if you want to put some prompts in, better do it quick! because in about 4 hours, Project Silentfire is going to start and the Minberpile will be closed! :D