ROUND 17: The War (Team Canon)
Title: The War
Team: Cannon
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,050
Fandom: SS501
Pairing: None
Summary: When a sharpie and the sound of a song sparked a slight dose of :
"Let's take a break," the voice of one of the staff members called. Hyungjoon nodded and placed the headphones on the stand containing the lyrics to their next song. He stretched his hands over his head and groaned, before walking out of the room that he had been recording in.
Just outside the rest of the members of SS501 were either lounging or speaking with various staff members. Youngsaeng was speaking in hushed tones about what appeared to be the lyrics of one of their tracks. Jungmin was scrolling through something on his cell phone. Kyujong was singing his next part quietly to himself. Hyunjoong was fast asleep on the couch.
Hyungjoon plopped down beside their slumbering leader and shook his head. It was always a marvel to him, how the man could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere and remain that way until something drastic woke him. Recording the last few tracks of their upcoming album was boring enough, but even he didn’t think he would be able to fall asleep in the studio.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the first thing his fingers came to. The item happened to be a permanent marker and he twirled it in his hand as he leaned back and listened to the song on the radio change. The moment the music started, he started humming. It was a song he could recognize anywhere and one that he knew by heart now, his little brothers song. He twisted the marker once more and then smiled as an idea flowed into his head.
Carefully he turned and peeled the hoodie away from the slumbering leaders head. The man didn’t stir at the action and Hyungjoon grinned. He uncapped the marker and leaned over, a mischievous look on his face. Carefully he touched the tip to the man’s neck and pulled it away. There was no sign of movement from the leader, so with a grin, Hyungjoon set it against his neck and began to draw.
"Spinning, spinning, spinning," he sang as he trace a line up the surface of the leaders skin in a swirling pattern and then colored in the space. A few minutes later he capped the marker and slipped it back into his pocket. Then just as carefully he pulled the hood of Hyunjoong’s sweatshirt up and over his head once more, covering the area and when Hyunjoong woke, several minutes later at the instance of their manager, he was none the wiser.
-_-_-_-_-_-
Photo shoots were one of the things that he, more times than not, simply endured. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, he did. He would just prefer not to do them when he was exhausted from the multitude of other things he was working on.
"Hyunjoong, sit here please and take off your sweatshirt," his makeup artist told him.
Obediently he settled into the chair and pulled the sweatshirt up and over his head. He folded it and placed it on his lap. After a moment when there was still no movement from her he voice a questioning, "Noona?"
"What happened to your neck?" she asked him.
Puzzled, his hand rose to his neck and his fingers traced along the skin there. When he pulled them away and frowned when he saw nothing. "What?"
"This," she spun his chair slightly and handed him a hand held mirror where so that he could see the reflection of the back of his neck in the large mirror.
He blinked at the slightly elaborate design running down the back of his neck in what appeared to be permanent marker. "Well, I’m sure I know who did this," he told her as he handed her mirror back. "I doubt it will come off."
She nodded, turned his chair back around, and began applying the mass amounts of makeup that it would take to cover up the mess. As she worked, Hyunjoong pondered his next step in the little game they had started.
-_-_-_-_-_-
Two days later, Hyungjoon was reasonably surprised that nothing had come of his adventure. In fact the first contact he had with his leader was a simple text that afternoon that read, ‘Dinner at my place?’ It was rare that they had enough time to go out drinking with each other, let alone get together and have a full meal, even if that meal was going to be late at night.
Hyungjoon was a bit cautious when he arrived at his leader’s apartment, but as the night wore on and nothing happened, he began to relax. Dinner was tasty and he found that it was nice to sit and relax simply as friends and not as the members of SS501 who had work to do.
"This is a western dish," Hyunjoong said as he placed what they were sure was dessert on the table. "It is called Raspberry Cloud Pie." The dish was sitting in a pie tin with a dark crust and a deep red surface. As Hyunjoong spoke he sliced the pie and began to serve it. "It is very sweet with, sugar and a hint of cinnamon."
Once everyone had been served, he sat again and Hyungjoon scooped up a bit with his fork. It looked delicious and the way it had been described made him eager to taste it. Without further preamble he scooped up a bit and placed it in his mouth. The taste of raspberry hit his tongue, followed by something he couldn’t quite describe.
Hyungjoon rolled the food around in his mouth for a moment, trying to identify the taste. A second later his mouth exploded with heat. A moment later there was pure pain and he immediately spit the substance back on the plate. Removing it from his mouth did nothing to stop the heat and Hyungjoon gasped while reaching for his drink.
"It also contains peppers, Bhut Jolokia, the hottest pepper in the world." Hyunjoong said calmly. He rose from his seat and began collecting dishes to clear the table, completely ignoring the three members with tears rolling down their faces. Youngsaeng carefully put down his fork, thankful that he hadn’t quite gotten a taste of the substance yet.
Hyungjoon glared at his leader before, he had to squeeze his eyes shut again. This meant war.
Team: Cannon
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,050
Fandom: SS501
Pairing: None
Summary: When a sharpie and the sound of a song sparked a slight dose of :
"Let's take a break," the voice of one of the staff members called. Hyungjoon nodded and placed the headphones on the stand containing the lyrics to their next song. He stretched his hands over his head and groaned, before walking out of the room that he had been recording in.
Just outside the rest of the members of SS501 were either lounging or speaking with various staff members. Youngsaeng was speaking in hushed tones about what appeared to be the lyrics of one of their tracks. Jungmin was scrolling through something on his cell phone. Kyujong was singing his next part quietly to himself. Hyunjoong was fast asleep on the couch.
Hyungjoon plopped down beside their slumbering leader and shook his head. It was always a marvel to him, how the man could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere and remain that way until something drastic woke him. Recording the last few tracks of their upcoming album was boring enough, but even he didn’t think he would be able to fall asleep in the studio.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the first thing his fingers came to. The item happened to be a permanent marker and he twirled it in his hand as he leaned back and listened to the song on the radio change. The moment the music started, he started humming. It was a song he could recognize anywhere and one that he knew by heart now, his little brothers song. He twisted the marker once more and then smiled as an idea flowed into his head.
Carefully he turned and peeled the hoodie away from the slumbering leaders head. The man didn’t stir at the action and Hyungjoon grinned. He uncapped the marker and leaned over, a mischievous look on his face. Carefully he touched the tip to the man’s neck and pulled it away. There was no sign of movement from the leader, so with a grin, Hyungjoon set it against his neck and began to draw.
"Spinning, spinning, spinning," he sang as he trace a line up the surface of the leaders skin in a swirling pattern and then colored in the space. A few minutes later he capped the marker and slipped it back into his pocket. Then just as carefully he pulled the hood of Hyunjoong’s sweatshirt up and over his head once more, covering the area and when Hyunjoong woke, several minutes later at the instance of their manager, he was none the wiser.
-_-_-_-_-_-
Photo shoots were one of the things that he, more times than not, simply endured. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, he did. He would just prefer not to do them when he was exhausted from the multitude of other things he was working on.
"Hyunjoong, sit here please and take off your sweatshirt," his makeup artist told him.
Obediently he settled into the chair and pulled the sweatshirt up and over his head. He folded it and placed it on his lap. After a moment when there was still no movement from her he voice a questioning, "Noona?"
"What happened to your neck?" she asked him.
Puzzled, his hand rose to his neck and his fingers traced along the skin there. When he pulled them away and frowned when he saw nothing. "What?"
"This," she spun his chair slightly and handed him a hand held mirror where so that he could see the reflection of the back of his neck in the large mirror.
He blinked at the slightly elaborate design running down the back of his neck in what appeared to be permanent marker. "Well, I’m sure I know who did this," he told her as he handed her mirror back. "I doubt it will come off."
She nodded, turned his chair back around, and began applying the mass amounts of makeup that it would take to cover up the mess. As she worked, Hyunjoong pondered his next step in the little game they had started.
-_-_-_-_-_-
Two days later, Hyungjoon was reasonably surprised that nothing had come of his adventure. In fact the first contact he had with his leader was a simple text that afternoon that read, ‘Dinner at my place?’ It was rare that they had enough time to go out drinking with each other, let alone get together and have a full meal, even if that meal was going to be late at night.
Hyungjoon was a bit cautious when he arrived at his leader’s apartment, but as the night wore on and nothing happened, he began to relax. Dinner was tasty and he found that it was nice to sit and relax simply as friends and not as the members of SS501 who had work to do.
"This is a western dish," Hyunjoong said as he placed what they were sure was dessert on the table. "It is called Raspberry Cloud Pie." The dish was sitting in a pie tin with a dark crust and a deep red surface. As Hyunjoong spoke he sliced the pie and began to serve it. "It is very sweet with, sugar and a hint of cinnamon."
Once everyone had been served, he sat again and Hyungjoon scooped up a bit with his fork. It looked delicious and the way it had been described made him eager to taste it. Without further preamble he scooped up a bit and placed it in his mouth. The taste of raspberry hit his tongue, followed by something he couldn’t quite describe.
Hyungjoon rolled the food around in his mouth for a moment, trying to identify the taste. A second later his mouth exploded with heat. A moment later there was pure pain and he immediately spit the substance back on the plate. Removing it from his mouth did nothing to stop the heat and Hyungjoon gasped while reaching for his drink.
"It also contains peppers, Bhut Jolokia, the hottest pepper in the world." Hyunjoong said calmly. He rose from his seat and began collecting dishes to clear the table, completely ignoring the three members with tears rolling down their faces. Youngsaeng carefully put down his fork, thankful that he hadn’t quite gotten a taste of the substance yet.
Hyungjoon glared at his leader before, he had to squeeze his eyes shut again. This meant war.