Round 2, Challenge #2: "Like Master"
Title: Like Master
Rating: PG
Word Count: 594
Summary: Typhoon’s view on things that happened around them. All the time.
Warnings: none
I can’t really remember since when, but this has become a routine for the four of us. That is, every evening, we would go to a dog park, do something, and go back home to freshen up and rest. Sounds boring? Hell yeah.
Oops, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m a female. I should not curse. But I’m also a bitch. Don’t bitches curse?
Ah, this is so confusing.
Back to the topic-our routine. Who are we, you ask? Well, we are me myself, Vick, and our masters.
Everyday, after a hard day of practice, recording, or others, the five members of Dong Bang Shin Ki (I know many idolize them, but we idolize them for a different reason) would feed us and play with us. Shaki and Harang get along so well, and they always try to bully Mang-doong-i. I wonder if they take after someone…
On the other hand, although Vick and I get along well as well, we don’t bully anyone. Oh, okay, I admit, we always try to pull pranks on our masters (like, accidentally tripping them to make them fall on top of each other or something), but we don’t bully them. Really.
Today, just like any other day, I found ourselves in the local dog park very near to our apartment. I am currently watching Vick play with his rubber ball, and our masters sit on the wooden bench they had labeled the Yunjae bench (they even carved their name there. Oh wow).
After I’m bored of watching Vick play with the darned hot pink rubber ball (why did they give him a pink ball, and me a black ball, anyway?), I would just sit back, relax, and watch the Yunjae couple do one of the following things: a) chat like gossiping school girls, b) talk like a couple on a first date, c) hold hands and stare at each other while blushing, and d) do a public display of affection by making out on the Yunjae love bench.
As you may have guessed (or not), the one that is most enjoyable to watch is actually option c. It’s a little ridiculous to see them acting all shy around each other when we all know what they do each night.
Oh, oh, and now, they’re blushing again. How cute.
I can’t really listen to what they said, but it doesn’t really matter. I don’t really like to gossip, like my master (although when in the presence of his boo, that would change drastically). However, in Vick’s case, he likes to talk and gossip, every time he could.
Sure, to humans, it would all sound like barks. But that didn’t stop him anyway.
“Hey, Typhoon, wanna bet?”
He’s cheeky as well. When he and Harang get together, we can see Jaechun Jrs. running amok.
“What is it?”
“I say they’ll start making out in five minutes.”
Hm… actually, what I stated above (their activities) is in sequence, so after c, they would move on to d.
“I’ll say three minutes tops. Winner gets loser’s dinner.”
“Deal.”
I sat back down and relaxed, watching the two on the bench idly while Vick watched them anxiously.
Ah, there you go. They’re already making out on the bench now.
“That was two minutes and forty seconds. You lose.”
I smirk and bark happily at my victory. After all, I never bet on something I’m not sure of.
Vick pouted like he usually would.
“Okay, fine, you can keep your dinner.”
And again, I lose to his mighty pout.
After all, like master like pet.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 594
Summary: Typhoon’s view on things that happened around them. All the time.
Warnings: none
I can’t really remember since when, but this has become a routine for the four of us. That is, every evening, we would go to a dog park, do something, and go back home to freshen up and rest. Sounds boring? Hell yeah.
Oops, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m a female. I should not curse. But I’m also a bitch. Don’t bitches curse?
Ah, this is so confusing.
Back to the topic-our routine. Who are we, you ask? Well, we are me myself, Vick, and our masters.
Everyday, after a hard day of practice, recording, or others, the five members of Dong Bang Shin Ki (I know many idolize them, but we idolize them for a different reason) would feed us and play with us. Shaki and Harang get along so well, and they always try to bully Mang-doong-i. I wonder if they take after someone…
On the other hand, although Vick and I get along well as well, we don’t bully anyone. Oh, okay, I admit, we always try to pull pranks on our masters (like, accidentally tripping them to make them fall on top of each other or something), but we don’t bully them. Really.
Today, just like any other day, I found ourselves in the local dog park very near to our apartment. I am currently watching Vick play with his rubber ball, and our masters sit on the wooden bench they had labeled the Yunjae bench (they even carved their name there. Oh wow).
After I’m bored of watching Vick play with the darned hot pink rubber ball (why did they give him a pink ball, and me a black ball, anyway?), I would just sit back, relax, and watch the Yunjae couple do one of the following things: a) chat like gossiping school girls, b) talk like a couple on a first date, c) hold hands and stare at each other while blushing, and d) do a public display of affection by making out on the Yunjae love bench.
As you may have guessed (or not), the one that is most enjoyable to watch is actually option c. It’s a little ridiculous to see them acting all shy around each other when we all know what they do each night.
Oh, oh, and now, they’re blushing again. How cute.
I can’t really listen to what they said, but it doesn’t really matter. I don’t really like to gossip, like my master (although when in the presence of his boo, that would change drastically). However, in Vick’s case, he likes to talk and gossip, every time he could.
Sure, to humans, it would all sound like barks. But that didn’t stop him anyway.
“Hey, Typhoon, wanna bet?”
He’s cheeky as well. When he and Harang get together, we can see Jaechun Jrs. running amok.
“What is it?”
“I say they’ll start making out in five minutes.”
Hm… actually, what I stated above (their activities) is in sequence, so after c, they would move on to d.
“I’ll say three minutes tops. Winner gets loser’s dinner.”
“Deal.”
I sat back down and relaxed, watching the two on the bench idly while Vick watched them anxiously.
Ah, there you go. They’re already making out on the bench now.
“That was two minutes and forty seconds. You lose.”
I smirk and bark happily at my victory. After all, I never bet on something I’m not sure of.
Vick pouted like he usually would.
“Okay, fine, you can keep your dinner.”
And again, I lose to his mighty pout.
After all, like master like pet.