Challenge #25 - comment ficathon

[kagamiwa]

[PROMPTING IS NOW CLOSED]

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In the spirit of the holidays we've decided to forgo the traditional weekly challenge this week to run a comment ficathon. Prompting will close on the 1st 8th of January 2017, but remember there is no deadline if you still want to fill up a prompt. I won't be choosing a winner for this week so feel free to

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anything you can do - doyoung/ten - au (1/2)

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Ten drives a Rolls Royce. He takes said Rolls Royce around the college town as if to make every car that he passes look like a plain Jane, almost self-conscious of itself. It's a white monster of a vehicle with a camel hood and so clean it gives of a light in the dimmest of darknesses, cast under a broken street light. Doyoung would know because he's seen said Rolls Royce slinking around in the night after Taeyong decides to get shit-faced for once at someone's dumb house-party when Ten, also for once, decides not to. Doyoung pretends that he isn't watching the tail lights disappear into the mouth of past-midnight, well-timed sip of Samuel Adams beer burning the back of his throat when everything becomes black again. Ten says it tastes like America, all one hundred percent Thai, grown and raised, of him. Doyoung, suspiciously Korean-American says it tastes like bullshit (it doesn't actually).

Said Rolls Royce is parked outside the pretentious coffee shop tucked behind the classical theater at the intersection of Wilshire. Doesn't like the parking meter's paid.

On the contrary, Joy is a leg-crosser. Doyoung would know because he's been trying to get into her hand-tailored, custom-made, thousand dollar jeans since freshman year. Just the button on the top could probably cover a fifth of his yearly tuition. Johnny called him out on this statement the last time Doyoung talked about Joy with him, when their tuition had once again increased a few thousand dollars. Not like Doyoung cared about what Johnny said.

Joy glances at her iPhone before redirecting her attention back to her carefully manicured nails. She hasn't been listening to anything Doyoung says since three years ago, when her unguarded smile shut down after Doyoung spilled a drink on her new Louboutins. An identical pair of those shoes are sitting in the deepest part of Doyoung's closet, almost forgotten until he's about to fall asleep or knee-deep in coursework, and then it's suddenly semesters later and Joy still hasn't forgiven him. And Doyoung is still trying to woo her.

This is where Ten comes in. Literally and figuratively. He takes the seat beside Joy, close to the window, and she finally looks away from her nails. Ten used to date Joy and Doyoung used to watch her manhandle Ten back to his apartment after getting so drunk he couldn't keep himself upright. No one really knows the details about how they got together/why they broke up, but everyone's seen them making out in parties during sophomore year. Even Taeyong, Ten's housemate, only shrugs when Doyoung brings up the subject during every well-timed two month interval. That might be because Taeyong looks like he'd rather walk into a Salvation Army and buy the cheapest article of clothing than have a conversation with Doyoung.

"Hey Doyoung."

Doyoung does not want to be hey-ed. Doyoung does not want to sit diagonally across from Ten, who is shorter than Joy in his seat. Doyoung does not want to turn to look at Ten and meet his surprisingly shining eyes and high nose.

"Hey."

RE: anything you can do - doyoung/ten - au (2/2)

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Joy proceeds to ignore Doyoung's existence in the most inoffensive way as possible. "Let me copy your Stats homework," she tells Ten. Doyoung is also in that Stats class.

"You're gonna fail," Ten laughs. He doesn't say no. He also doesn't say if he's done it yet. Doyoung did, in the library at the table in between the stacks of the outdated Art History books to cut down his human interaction intake as much as possible. Doyoung wished Joy asked him instead.

"You can have mine," he offers. Joy turns to look at him, unreadable quiver of her Armani lipstick-ed lips. It's not a good look.

In the end, she stuffs her phone into her bag with a unconvinced, "Send me the pdf by 4pm," before giving them (Ten) a brief waggle of her fingers before walking out the door. Doyoung takes it as a victory, anyway. Her empty coffee cup, red stain where her lips touched the rim, sits between them on the table.

"So," Ten starts. Grabs the coffee cup and taps the lid. "How's it going? Still trying with Joy?"

He says it with a smile. Doyoung hates Ten's white, small teeth and his head-to-toe Nike gear ("That's, like, an insult to his parent's wealth") and his adeptness at statistics and his Rolls Royce parked right outside, where Doyoung can see it in the corner of his eye.

But Doyoung is diplomatic. "Fuck you," he scowls, resting his elbows on the back of his chair. If his foot slips and scuffs against the toes of Ten's new-looking Air Forces, it's an accident.

Ten raises an eyebrow, small-toothed grin still on his face. "Need a ride back to your flat?" There's a well-timed kick to Doyoung's shins, to which Ten smiles "apologetically."

"I'm richer than you." Rolls Royce aside.

"I'm an international student."

"I can take ten shots before passing out."

"At least I don't show up on Johnny's Snapchat drunk-crying poetry about how Joy can walk all over me with her stilettos."

(Fuck Johnny.)

"I'm taller than you."

"Are you really bringing height into this, Doyoung?"

"And you know what they say about being tall - "

"Doyoung."

"It means you have bigger feet which means - "

"Do. Young."

"You have a bigger di - "

"Doyoung." Ten's face is closer than Doyoung remembers it being. Ten's teeth are finally hidden behind his lips and Doyoung stares at his cupid's bow, drawn and delicately strung. Up close, he can see the short lashes that frame Ten's eyes, touch the high bridge of his nose with the ghost of a heavy exhale.

"Shut up." So Doyoung does.

Ten sighs, leaning back again. The smile reappears on his face and Doyoung doesn't hate it as much as he did two minutes ago. "Do you want a ride back to your flat?" he asks again, like admonishing a small child. Doyoung is twenty.

"No." Doyoung doesn't mean it.

Ten makes no move to get up and leave. "Okay," he readily agrees. There's a satisfied smirk on his face before he opens his mouth again. Doyoung wants to smack it off his face. Or suck faces with him. But again, diplomacy.

"What were you saying about your dick?"

Doyoung takes this as his loss.

RE: anything you can do - doyoung/ten - au (2/2)

[kalopsia]

SAPPHY T____T i'm sorry it took me SOOOOOO long to comment on this ;__; i already told you how much i adore it, but i rly need to reinstate how much so!! icb i got a doten(joy) fic from you i'm so blessed....

you built this world so well in such an otherwise short fic!! like i love the way you name dropped brands and even like... i don't know how to word this, but the details you choose to divulge end up saying so much about the characters. i think my favourite line is On the contrary, Joy is a leg-crosser. Doyoung would know because he's been trying to get into her hand-tailored, custom-made, thousand dollar jeans since freshman year. 1) fuckn hell i love this ship 2) i'm literally dying at the tuition tangent the second half of that paragraph takes ajklsfhd.

i just love this joy-ten-doyoung... i'm not even sure it's a love triangle, but the way doyoung's current feelings for ten are weighed down by ten's past relationship with joy and doyoung's own vague feelings for joy, and how their bickering carries so much sexual tension just ljkadfsh. and theyr'e all rly selfish and spoilt and mean I JUST LOVE RICH FUCKS AUS SO MUCH AND THIS IS PERFECT T____T again tysm for filling out my prompt sapphy <33333