Rock that sexy boat, gurl!
Min / Jokwon [Miss A; 2AM]
Gen
Note: based on this video.
For misschatelle because I know she wants more Miss A fic and I agree with her. Hope you like it, darling~!
And this picture:
Rock that sexy boat, gurl!
The thing is, she’s a bit embarrassed, really, not because she kkapped on air or anything - that’s almost standard procedure, when you’re a beginner idol (make yourself known, even if it means jiggling your boobs for millions of people to see).
But when Jokwon approaches her later and with a tiny quirk of the lips, says: “You. Can be my second disciple.”
Well. Min doesn’t really know what to make out of this.
She’s never paid a lot of attention to him when she was still jut a trainee: he made her laugh, sure, when she watched variety with the girls, but if she had to pick a real role-model (and/or fangirl crush), it’d definitely be someone else. Like Wooyoung. Or Changmin. (Or Nichkhun. Too.)
From the day he decides they’re linked by the immutable bonds of teacherness, Min feels a tingle on her tongue each time someone says his name, like she wants to step up and tell them: “Hey. I’m his disciple.” (Even if it’s silly and Jia laughed in her face that time she tried.) (She shouldn’t be proud of it, she tells herself. It’s kkap.)
KkapKkapKkapKkapKkap.
Whenever in front of a mirror, now, during the breaks at dance practice, Min throws her arms left and right and up and down, looks sideways fiercely and curls her lips at her reflection until Suzy giggles and then she stops. (Shakes her hips just one last time - just for effect.)
“Hey,” Fei drops nonchalantly, when they’re all backstage and waiting for their turn, and Min thinks she can see someone from Super Junior tangled in his own shirt, running around like a headless chicken. “Jokwon. It’s time you teach Min some real kkap, she’s starting to run out of moves.”
He looks at her critically until she feels something in her squirming, a goddamned blush creeping on her cheeks.
“Sure!” he exclaims. “Anything for my dongsaeng!”
Min hopes he forgets about it quick.
The thing is, it’s stupid. Because Jokwon is Jokwon and even if he’s dating Gain (he’s DATING GAIN, reminder!), well.
He’s not really boyfriend material, Min reasons. He’s actually pretty much the opposite of anything she’d want her boyfriend to be.
It’s pride.
Only pride.
She wants (okay, she admits it) to get (to) him because she’ll be able to say: “That guy? Done.”
And no one will believe her.
“AHA!” she hears, booming in her back. Jokwon jumps at her side and grabs her forearm with a death grip. “I have… five minutes ‘til my next show. Get in front of that mirror.”
She’s starting to tell him that, no, oppa, it’s not reasonable, your schedule, mine, but he waves her protests away with several hand-flips and grabs her shoulders.
“Stand straight,” he starts. “Always. You. Are a winner.”
Min nods, feeling more giggly and shyy than winery. Nevermind.
It’s fun.
She can’t really believe it (well, she can. she knew.) but it’s incredibly fun. He makes weird faces and weird moves and tells her to “rock that sexy boat, gurl”, whatever it means. They kkap on Lucifer (that includes face crumbling and disdainful eyebrows), and Digital Bounce (robot kkap), and Mama Mia (“Ah,” Jokwon tells her. “Three seconds of silence, that woman is hyung’s future wife.”), and Don’t Stop Can’t Stop (“UN-TIL-WE-REACH-THE-TOP!” they holler in Koreanglish).
When the playlist is over, Jokwon flops down next to her with a sight and pats her arm: “I have nothing more to teach you.”
She makes a parody of a proud, yet sorrowful expression and brings her fist to her chest: “Master…” she starts. “You’re late for your show.”
He eeps and jumps to his feet, shoves scattered items in his bag, all the while mumbling about how it’s terrible and ARG, he’s LATE.
Min watches him with a grin.
“Hey dongsaeng,” he says, turning back just when he’s about leave. “You’re hanging out with us next Sunday. Rock that boat, you know.”
She makes a pistol with her right hand, cocks it with the left, and shoots, right in his heart.
He collapses through the door.