crackfic: Infinite Days of Our Bold and Beautiful Lives
Title: Infinite Days of Our Bold and Beautiful Lives
Rating: PG
Pairing/Focus: mentions of ships, but mostly gyujong interaction
Summary: Infinite is a cheesy daytime soap opera. Sunggyu’s unhappy about the newest twist the writers have thrown into the plot. (Yes, I did just frankenstein together several soap opera names that I found off of google for my title.)
“What the hell is this?” Sunggyu splutters, gesticulating wildly with one hand, while the other holds his script away at arms length as though it might bite him. “They can’t be seriously be going through with this, the ratings are going to tank, I- Ouch, Noona!”
His hairstylist scowls down at him, ignoring the pout he has plastered to his face. “I am wielding a hot straightening iron. You are moving, and supposed to be getting your makeup done in 5 minutes. There is no pity for you in this equation.”
Sungjong casts him an amused glance through the reflection of the mirrors as he has his own hair retouched for his next scene. “Is that one of next week’s scripts? I haven’t had a chance to pick my set up yet.”
Sunggyu passes the script over, making an exaggerated show of keeping his shoulders and neck completely rigid while doing so. “See for yourself. Page 7, third line from the bottom. I tell you Jjongie, the fans aren’t going to like this.”
The younger male skims the page and lets out a low whistle. “Wow, that is gutsy. Breaking up the main couple. And ah-” He purses his lips as he continues to scan the text. “They’re using amnesia again already? They just had Ailee get her memory back what, two weeks ago?” His slim fingers continue to flip through the rest of the booklet, and as he nears the end he snickers. “Hyung, did you get to the end of this episode’s script yet?”
Sunggyu looks up from where he’s been furiously drafting a text to his manager, his message something along the lines of -How did you get me attached to this sinking ship of a project??? I can’t believe I turned down a chance to work with Hyuna- to quirk an eyebrow at him.
“No, I stopped at the point where Dongwoo doesn’t recognize Woohyun after waking up in the hospital. Wait. Don’t tell me. I heard they signed a contract with that upcoming guy, Lee Howya or whatever it was, to cameo for a few episodes so...” He stops to clear his throat, continuing in a voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “Dongwoo starts to fall in love with his dashing doctor, who has just moved to town and obviously doesn’t know the trials and tribulations of the 2woo legacy.” He embellishes his statement with several (careful and controlled) flourishes of his hands.
“Good guess, they’re going to have his heart monitor mysteriously react every time the doctor comes into his room. I think the falling in love will have to wait until later in the week when he actually wakes up.”
Sunggyu snorts at that and shakes his head, yelping when his hairstylist pinches his neck for moving again. “Nearly the entire show’s fanbase is centred around 2woo. How can they break them up just just like that?”
Sungjong lets out a chuckle of his own, brushing a piece of his fringe out of his eyes. “Fans love this kind of shit though. I’m sure that in a month they’ll suddenly remember their undying love for each other and reaffirm it in a private candlelit ceremony on the beach, while we all look on with happy tears.”
“Don’t forget the tearful confrontation as he chooses between the love he’s always known and the new flame. I wonder if we can find out how long the new guy’s contract is for, that might give us an indication of how long this plotline’s going to take.” Sunggyu’s back to tapping away at the screen of his smartphone, trying to see if his manager can wheedle the information out from one of the staff members.
“But hyung, did you see whose arms Woohyun is going to find solace in for the interim?”
Sunggyu’s just having the finishing touches done to his hair, and while his hairstylist steps away to find a can of hairspray, he feels it’s safe enough to tilt his head curiously at Sungjong. “Is it the doctor too? We haven’t really had a love triangle since you turned down both Sungyeol and Myungsoo to date Jieun instead. Seems like it’d get awfully confusing though.”
“Nope, guess again!” The gleeful smile on Sungjong’s face is nothing short of devious, and Sunggyu narrows his eyes suspiciously at him. That kind of smile in conjunction will Lee Sungjong can never end well, that is something Sunggyu has learned from experience.
“... Sungyeol? They’ve got that playful chemistry that everyone seems to love.”
His hair finished, Sungjong stands and stretches slightly before walking to stand in front of Sunggyu’s chair, still grinning from ear to ear. “Wrong again, it’s you, hyung! Your first kiss scene is in the last scene. I’ll go ahead to makeup and remind them to moisturize your lips well to prepare for the big day.” And with one last wink, the younger male skips away, leaving a stunned Sunggyu in his wake.
Once he regains his wits, Sunggyu’s cry of indignation is cut short; his mouth flapping open just as his stylist unleashes a cloud of hairspray upon his head. He opts to cough miserably instead.
fin
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Maybe one day I’ll actually write an addendum where woogyu actually interacts…
I have no idea where this fic materialized from, I think I just have weird thoughts sometimes and decide to run with them... I also have no idea how soap operas actually operate, and my own experience with them is limited to staring blankly at the tv while my sister watched them and wondering how the actors acted out their scenes with such straight faces (major kudos to them!).
Rating: PG
Pairing/Focus: mentions of ships, but mostly gyujong interaction
Summary: Infinite is a cheesy daytime soap opera. Sunggyu’s unhappy about the newest twist the writers have thrown into the plot. (Yes, I did just frankenstein together several soap opera names that I found off of google for my title.)
“What the hell is this?” Sunggyu splutters, gesticulating wildly with one hand, while the other holds his script away at arms length as though it might bite him. “They can’t be seriously be going through with this, the ratings are going to tank, I- Ouch, Noona!”
His hairstylist scowls down at him, ignoring the pout he has plastered to his face. “I am wielding a hot straightening iron. You are moving, and supposed to be getting your makeup done in 5 minutes. There is no pity for you in this equation.”
Sungjong casts him an amused glance through the reflection of the mirrors as he has his own hair retouched for his next scene. “Is that one of next week’s scripts? I haven’t had a chance to pick my set up yet.”
Sunggyu passes the script over, making an exaggerated show of keeping his shoulders and neck completely rigid while doing so. “See for yourself. Page 7, third line from the bottom. I tell you Jjongie, the fans aren’t going to like this.”
The younger male skims the page and lets out a low whistle. “Wow, that is gutsy. Breaking up the main couple. And ah-” He purses his lips as he continues to scan the text. “They’re using amnesia again already? They just had Ailee get her memory back what, two weeks ago?” His slim fingers continue to flip through the rest of the booklet, and as he nears the end he snickers. “Hyung, did you get to the end of this episode’s script yet?”
Sunggyu looks up from where he’s been furiously drafting a text to his manager, his message something along the lines of -How did you get me attached to this sinking ship of a project??? I can’t believe I turned down a chance to work with Hyuna- to quirk an eyebrow at him.
“No, I stopped at the point where Dongwoo doesn’t recognize Woohyun after waking up in the hospital. Wait. Don’t tell me. I heard they signed a contract with that upcoming guy, Lee Howya or whatever it was, to cameo for a few episodes so...” He stops to clear his throat, continuing in a voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “Dongwoo starts to fall in love with his dashing doctor, who has just moved to town and obviously doesn’t know the trials and tribulations of the 2woo legacy.” He embellishes his statement with several (careful and controlled) flourishes of his hands.
“Good guess, they’re going to have his heart monitor mysteriously react every time the doctor comes into his room. I think the falling in love will have to wait until later in the week when he actually wakes up.”
Sunggyu snorts at that and shakes his head, yelping when his hairstylist pinches his neck for moving again. “Nearly the entire show’s fanbase is centred around 2woo. How can they break them up just just like that?”
Sungjong lets out a chuckle of his own, brushing a piece of his fringe out of his eyes. “Fans love this kind of shit though. I’m sure that in a month they’ll suddenly remember their undying love for each other and reaffirm it in a private candlelit ceremony on the beach, while we all look on with happy tears.”
“Don’t forget the tearful confrontation as he chooses between the love he’s always known and the new flame. I wonder if we can find out how long the new guy’s contract is for, that might give us an indication of how long this plotline’s going to take.” Sunggyu’s back to tapping away at the screen of his smartphone, trying to see if his manager can wheedle the information out from one of the staff members.
“But hyung, did you see whose arms Woohyun is going to find solace in for the interim?”
Sunggyu’s just having the finishing touches done to his hair, and while his hairstylist steps away to find a can of hairspray, he feels it’s safe enough to tilt his head curiously at Sungjong. “Is it the doctor too? We haven’t really had a love triangle since you turned down both Sungyeol and Myungsoo to date Jieun instead. Seems like it’d get awfully confusing though.”
“Nope, guess again!” The gleeful smile on Sungjong’s face is nothing short of devious, and Sunggyu narrows his eyes suspiciously at him. That kind of smile in conjunction will Lee Sungjong can never end well, that is something Sunggyu has learned from experience.
“... Sungyeol? They’ve got that playful chemistry that everyone seems to love.”
His hair finished, Sungjong stands and stretches slightly before walking to stand in front of Sunggyu’s chair, still grinning from ear to ear. “Wrong again, it’s you, hyung! Your first kiss scene is in the last scene. I’ll go ahead to makeup and remind them to moisturize your lips well to prepare for the big day.” And with one last wink, the younger male skips away, leaving a stunned Sunggyu in his wake.
Once he regains his wits, Sunggyu’s cry of indignation is cut short; his mouth flapping open just as his stylist unleashes a cloud of hairspray upon his head. He opts to cough miserably instead.
fin
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Maybe one day I’ll actually write an addendum where woogyu actually interacts…
I have no idea where this fic materialized from, I think I just have weird thoughts sometimes and decide to run with them... I also have no idea how soap operas actually operate, and my own experience with them is limited to staring blankly at the tv while my sister watched them and wondering how the actors acted out their scenes with such straight faces (major kudos to them!).