Follow the Pikajun!
Title: Follow the Pikajun!
Pairing: None, Yejun-centric
Word Count: 1150
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Why F.Cuz and Halloween should never mix.
Notes: Because I could not resist writing something to celebrate both Halloween and F.Cuz's first teaser. Happy Halloween! ♥
As usual, Yejun is the first one ready to go. While his hyungs dash about the dorm and argue over whose turn it is in the bathroom, he stretches out on the couch and considers dozing off. The foam material of his costume is hard to adjust around him as he attempts to get more comfortable, but after a few seconds he succeeds. The hood is stifling and when he shoves it off, one of the huge, pointed ears nearly gets him in the eye. What the hell is the point of going to late night practice in costume, anyway? He grumbles to himself and pledges to get Seunghyun back for this somehow.
After all, did he really have to explain Halloween to Younghak and Jinchul? Like those two needed an excuse to act like idiots. Now Seunghyun is literally kicking Younghak out of the bathroom, a can of hairspray aimed right at the dancer's eyes. Yejun takes that as his cue to shut his eyes and tune everything out. The last thing he hears before he drifts off is Seunghyun shouting, "You don't need your eyes anyway!"
"Hey." Something jabs him in the cheek. "Hey." Another jab and Yejun groans, tempted to bite whoever the hell is poking him. He blinks and wonders how long he's been asleep, or rather how late they must be for practice now.
"How long was I asleep?" he yawns as he stretches his arms. The bright light hurts his eyes, but wait, since when was it so bright in the dorm? Above him bright, soft clouds drift by slowly in a clear blue sky. Something is definitely wrong here.
"About time you woke up, Pikajun," Younghak's overly cheerful voice greets him. His friend towers over him and pats Yejun's head affectionately, but Yejun flinches at the touch. Younghak's always cheerful, and sometimes he is stupid enough to pet Yejun like an animal, but one thing Yejun is certain of is that Younghak is not that tall. Even when Yejun lies down the boy doesn't look that massive. But when Yejun flinches, Younghak chuckles and smiles to someone off to the side. "Poor Pikajun must be worn out after the last battle."
And that's when Yejun notices it: the blue and white shirt, the black gloves, the red and white hat and the little red and white balls attached to his belt. Then another massive figure appears, this one dressed in tiny jean shorts, a yellow shirt that doesn't quite cover enough and red suspenders. Trying very hard not to laugh his ass off, Yejun gapes at Jinchul with his short black hair tied in tiny pigtails.
"That's what you get for making him fight the gym leader without going to the Pokemon Center first." Jinchul whacks Younghak on the back of his head and bends over Yejun with such a look of concern that makes Yejun feel a little guilty for finding the whole thing hilarious.
"Who the hell dressed you like that?" he asks the pair, but the words come out strange, garbled. Jinchul cocks his head with a condescending smile.
He turns to Younghak, who's smiling and reaching down to pet Yejun again. "It's so cute when he tries to communicate with us," he says and Younghak nods in agreement. They both look over Yejun to something behind him, but before Yejun can turn himself around- his body feels so awkwardly round all of a sudden- something grabs him on either side and lifts him up into the air. He wants to scream, but his voice dies in his throat as he stares into a very familiar set of huge eyes. Those eyes curve into a happy smile as they peer at him.
"He'll be fine with some rest," Seunghyun concludes as he cradles Yejun in the crook of his arm. Yejun flails his arms, but finds them to be stubby and ineffective. He stares at his his little yellow paws in awe, presses them to his huge cheeks, feels something spark against his tiny "fingers". A wicked grin darkens his face, baring his sharp teeth and generating more sparks.
Younghak moves forward and places his hand on Yejun's head, gently stroking his long, pointed ears. "Something wrong, Pikajun?" Concentrating entirely on his cheeks, Yejun squeezes his eyes shut and shakes with laughter as his friends scream and tell him to stop. Not that he listens, pumping more and more lightning from his round, cute body.
"Hey." Something jabs him in the cheek. "Hey." He folds his arms and squeezes his eyes shut tighter, whacking away the offending hand. Like he's falling for that again.
"Yejun!" Seunghyun's voice calls out. "Come on, man, we're going to be late!" At that, Yejun's eyes fly open, nearly head-butting Younghak, who for whatever reason thought it necessary to be right in Yejun's face. Younghak falls back and curses, but Yejun pays him no mind, at least until he notices what the boy is wearing. Baggy camouflage pants, a huge vest decked out with metal bits and obviously nothing underneath make Yejun's eyebrows raise.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?"
Younghak pouts and crosses his arms. "I'm Rain, idiot," he grumbles and gets to his feet. Yejun still looks clueless. "From his 'Love Song' performances!" he cries and with an exasperated roll of his eyes does a body wave that looks kind of familiar, so Yejun nods and pretends to understand what his friend is referring to.
"Will you two hurry up?" Seunghyun snaps from the entranceway. Yejun takes in the black and blue uniform and the wig that kind of looks like Seunghyun's haircut from their debut days, and thinks to himself that maybe he just shouldn't ask. Ignoring Younghak, who is still doing body waves and using a tall lamp as a microphone, Yejun stands up and cracks his back. Never before has he been so grateful for his long arms and his height. He tries in vain to smooth the creases in his enormous costume, but gives up and moves to join Seunghyun by the door.
A gorilla walks into the living room and grabs the lamp from Younghak before shoving him toward the other two. "Come on, we're already late," Jinchul's voice booms from the depths of the heavy suit. He struggles past Yejun's great girth and slides his shoes on. "Ready to go, Brock?"
Yejun jerks so much he knocks into Younghak, who does another body wave and gives him a pleading look, but gets ignored again. "It's not Brock, it's Spock," Seunghyun whines, but Jinchul is chuckling to himself and bouncing around, looking very much like the ape he so resembles. Pulling on the hood of his costume, Yejun shuffles after Jinchul and tries to ignore Seunghyun call after him, "Follow the Pikajun!"
He shuts his eyes and concentrates on his cheeks, but alas, no screaming follows.
Pairing: None, Yejun-centric
Word Count: 1150
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Why F.Cuz and Halloween should never mix.
Notes: Because I could not resist writing something to celebrate both Halloween and F.Cuz's first teaser. Happy Halloween! ♥
As usual, Yejun is the first one ready to go. While his hyungs dash about the dorm and argue over whose turn it is in the bathroom, he stretches out on the couch and considers dozing off. The foam material of his costume is hard to adjust around him as he attempts to get more comfortable, but after a few seconds he succeeds. The hood is stifling and when he shoves it off, one of the huge, pointed ears nearly gets him in the eye. What the hell is the point of going to late night practice in costume, anyway? He grumbles to himself and pledges to get Seunghyun back for this somehow.
After all, did he really have to explain Halloween to Younghak and Jinchul? Like those two needed an excuse to act like idiots. Now Seunghyun is literally kicking Younghak out of the bathroom, a can of hairspray aimed right at the dancer's eyes. Yejun takes that as his cue to shut his eyes and tune everything out. The last thing he hears before he drifts off is Seunghyun shouting, "You don't need your eyes anyway!"
"Hey." Something jabs him in the cheek. "Hey." Another jab and Yejun groans, tempted to bite whoever the hell is poking him. He blinks and wonders how long he's been asleep, or rather how late they must be for practice now.
"How long was I asleep?" he yawns as he stretches his arms. The bright light hurts his eyes, but wait, since when was it so bright in the dorm? Above him bright, soft clouds drift by slowly in a clear blue sky. Something is definitely wrong here.
"About time you woke up, Pikajun," Younghak's overly cheerful voice greets him. His friend towers over him and pats Yejun's head affectionately, but Yejun flinches at the touch. Younghak's always cheerful, and sometimes he is stupid enough to pet Yejun like an animal, but one thing Yejun is certain of is that Younghak is not that tall. Even when Yejun lies down the boy doesn't look that massive. But when Yejun flinches, Younghak chuckles and smiles to someone off to the side. "Poor Pikajun must be worn out after the last battle."
And that's when Yejun notices it: the blue and white shirt, the black gloves, the red and white hat and the little red and white balls attached to his belt. Then another massive figure appears, this one dressed in tiny jean shorts, a yellow shirt that doesn't quite cover enough and red suspenders. Trying very hard not to laugh his ass off, Yejun gapes at Jinchul with his short black hair tied in tiny pigtails.
"That's what you get for making him fight the gym leader without going to the Pokemon Center first." Jinchul whacks Younghak on the back of his head and bends over Yejun with such a look of concern that makes Yejun feel a little guilty for finding the whole thing hilarious.
"Who the hell dressed you like that?" he asks the pair, but the words come out strange, garbled. Jinchul cocks his head with a condescending smile.
He turns to Younghak, who's smiling and reaching down to pet Yejun again. "It's so cute when he tries to communicate with us," he says and Younghak nods in agreement. They both look over Yejun to something behind him, but before Yejun can turn himself around- his body feels so awkwardly round all of a sudden- something grabs him on either side and lifts him up into the air. He wants to scream, but his voice dies in his throat as he stares into a very familiar set of huge eyes. Those eyes curve into a happy smile as they peer at him.
"He'll be fine with some rest," Seunghyun concludes as he cradles Yejun in the crook of his arm. Yejun flails his arms, but finds them to be stubby and ineffective. He stares at his his little yellow paws in awe, presses them to his huge cheeks, feels something spark against his tiny "fingers". A wicked grin darkens his face, baring his sharp teeth and generating more sparks.
Younghak moves forward and places his hand on Yejun's head, gently stroking his long, pointed ears. "Something wrong, Pikajun?" Concentrating entirely on his cheeks, Yejun squeezes his eyes shut and shakes with laughter as his friends scream and tell him to stop. Not that he listens, pumping more and more lightning from his round, cute body.
"Hey." Something jabs him in the cheek. "Hey." He folds his arms and squeezes his eyes shut tighter, whacking away the offending hand. Like he's falling for that again.
"Yejun!" Seunghyun's voice calls out. "Come on, man, we're going to be late!" At that, Yejun's eyes fly open, nearly head-butting Younghak, who for whatever reason thought it necessary to be right in Yejun's face. Younghak falls back and curses, but Yejun pays him no mind, at least until he notices what the boy is wearing. Baggy camouflage pants, a huge vest decked out with metal bits and obviously nothing underneath make Yejun's eyebrows raise.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?"
Younghak pouts and crosses his arms. "I'm Rain, idiot," he grumbles and gets to his feet. Yejun still looks clueless. "From his 'Love Song' performances!" he cries and with an exasperated roll of his eyes does a body wave that looks kind of familiar, so Yejun nods and pretends to understand what his friend is referring to.
"Will you two hurry up?" Seunghyun snaps from the entranceway. Yejun takes in the black and blue uniform and the wig that kind of looks like Seunghyun's haircut from their debut days, and thinks to himself that maybe he just shouldn't ask. Ignoring Younghak, who is still doing body waves and using a tall lamp as a microphone, Yejun stands up and cracks his back. Never before has he been so grateful for his long arms and his height. He tries in vain to smooth the creases in his enormous costume, but gives up and moves to join Seunghyun by the door.
A gorilla walks into the living room and grabs the lamp from Younghak before shoving him toward the other two. "Come on, we're already late," Jinchul's voice booms from the depths of the heavy suit. He struggles past Yejun's great girth and slides his shoes on. "Ready to go, Brock?"
Yejun jerks so much he knocks into Younghak, who does another body wave and gives him a pleading look, but gets ignored again. "It's not Brock, it's Spock," Seunghyun whines, but Jinchul is chuckling to himself and bouncing around, looking very much like the ape he so resembles. Pulling on the hood of his costume, Yejun shuffles after Jinchul and tries to ignore Seunghyun call after him, "Follow the Pikajun!"
He shuts his eyes and concentrates on his cheeks, but alas, no screaming follows.