For our dear Kai ♥ (Silly ver.)
To: Kai -- 20 crazies for 20 years of life
Fr: me and rodiy
Pairing: Tablo/Eunhyuk
Rating: Various
So me and rodiy were originally planning on doing gift fics separately for todefinebeauty, then I was like, HAH. Cause everyone knows I wouldn't do it on time. So I says to rodiy, I says "So how bout you fic to my drawins." She agrees and a few days later, she asks me whar be teh pic and I jest by sending her a quick doodle on msn. She responds. We commence being stupid and trading off doing 20 of these in the span of two or so days. This forgives us of any mistakes and... general kooky spazzifulness.
IN ANY CASE, Happy Birthday, dear, and I hope our combined efforts don't scar you for life.
Titles based on PICS and NOT fics. Can you guess who drew what?
1 - Basking in the Spotlight
Eunhyuk’s too wide smile was veering towards suspicious town so he put a facemask on and told Tablo he was afraid he was catching a cold.
He then asked Tablo to close his eyes, for he was going to take him somewhere special and peeking would ruin the surprise.
As the spaceships started to beam them up, Eunhyuk couldn’t help but think how jealous Donghae would be.
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2 - Capsizing On Your Thigh's High Tide
"Hyukkie-ah, do you read me!"
Crackles of static had Tablo's heart beating faster than an 808 drum. Eunhyuk had to be okay, he just had to.
Then, fizzy shrieks of "LEAK! THERE'S A LEAK!" emitted from the radio followed by, "Hyungnim! They sunk my battleship!"
"Get a suit ready," Tablo radioed back. "I'm coming to get you!"
Tablo hurriedly prepared his own diving suit and as he flipped open the exit hatch, he sighed, "I told him he should've just piloted mine."
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3 - Hyuk In Love
“You look like some kind of deranged flasher,” Tablo tells him when he catches sight of Eunhyuk in the mirror.
“Yeah,” Eunhyuk readily agrees, strangely smug as he threads a hand through his hair. “But you love it.”
Tablo laughs. The smile remains on his lips as he leans in for a kiss and when they part, he tells Eunhyuk, “Yeah…yeah I do.”
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4 - Space Is Big
"You look really smart in glasses, hyung."
Tablo would have countered with something sarcastic like, "And I'm not normally? My genius tops the fucking charts," but this was Eunhyuk. From Eunhyuk, "You look really smart in glasses, hyung" meant, for real, "You look really smart in glasses, hyung."
So he just took it as the compliment it was. "Thanks, Hyuk."
Then Eunhyuk snickered. "Hyung! You're rong!" he declared in horribly Korean-accented English. "Ronger than me anyways," he mended.
Tablo assumed he was referring to their tethers and ignored thoughts of rigorous sex in space. "Let's just finish our data collection and head back in."
"To ride our penis ship back to earth?"
"Yes, Hyuk. That is exactly right."
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5 - Swearing Off Fish
It had been terribly burnt and, had Eunhyuk not been so horribly sleep deprived, he probably would have noticed.
And it kind of smelled funny.
“Hyuk?” Tablo calls as he steps into their apartment. “Where are y - oh,” he says, words spluttering to a stop when he finds Eunhyuk in their kitchen staring at the unmoving fish in front of him. “It’s time for bed,” he tells him, steering Eunhyuk away from the table and guiding him towards their bedroom. It could have been worse, Tablo thinks as he tucks Eunhyuk in. At least he didn’t try to eat the cooked plastic fish.
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6 - The View From the Reference Desk
“Excuse me. I like… you check out?”
Tablo adjusted his glasses and looked up to find a boy with flamboyantly red hair fumble with… nothing. So he asked, “Do you need to check out books?” Maybe he needs something to help with his English, he thought. “Do you need a grammar reference book?”
The boy looked to be sweating out buckets, probably feeling as out of place as he looked. “Mmgrh-” he said, as if grasping for words. “I… check you out?”
Was he-Was he being picked up? Tablo ogled at the nervous tremor of the shoulders, the fidgeting hands, and the inability to look up.
“You mean, you want to check me out?”
The boy nodded, still not making eye contact. It was the vaguest bit cute.
“Okay, sure.”
And Tablo didn’t wonder at being fed one of the worst pick-up lines in the world when the boy smiled.
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7 - Hyung, We Needed Food For A Month, Not A Day.
“You didn’t do anything remotely creepy and retarded like leaving him flowers you got at the super market at his door or anything did you?” Mithra asks slanting a suspicious look over at Tablo as he spotted the charge to “Budget Market” on Tablo’s credit card bill.
“No,” Tablo sniffs, affronting disdain from his position in front of the TV. “I don’t do anything crass like that. I leave him bags of groceries.”
As Mithra lets out a long suffering groan and mashes his face into his palms, Tukutz can only pat him on the back in what he hopes is a consolatory manner.
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8 - Blue Skies, Gray Rocks
He was angry.
Of course, he would be angry. At the whole fucking world. At himself. Mostly at himself, for being incompetent, for being incapable. For losing to the industry.
So here he was, sitting on a rock and trying to find peace in nature. What bullshit.
“Hyung?”
Tablo turned around. “Hyukkie, what are you doing here?” he asked, more a statement than a question. He turned back to stare at his feet.
“Tukutz-hyung told me you were here,” Eunhyuk replied.
“Oh,” he said, and Eunhyuk’s arms threaded around him from behind, the gentle press of a nose, a cheek, a mouth, right above his shoulder blade.
It was the calmest he’d felt in a long time.
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9 - Eunhyuk-ah, We Look Alike
“What…do you think it means when you start seeing people?”
Mithra huffs at him, irritation seeping into his voice from pulling another all nighter and says, “You congratulate yourself on being able to see. It makes you normal.” He pauses. “Well, normal for you at any rate.”
Tablo shakes his head, “No, I mean, there’s this guy I keep seeing…inside my head.”
“Like daydreams?” Mithra asks, reaching over for his now cold cup of coffee.
“Yeah, like a daydream,” Tablo answers, eyes clouding as he tries to bring the remnants of the daydream to the forefront of his mind.
“What does he look like?”
Tablo stops for a moment, his eyebrows creasing together as he tries to put the picture inside his head into words. “He…has brown hair. And he wears a white suit. Sometimes it’s a black suit. And he…glows.” The real word that was on the tip of Tablo’s tongue was actually sparkles, but hell if he told Mithra that.
Mithra pretends to think about it. “Ah,” he exudes at last, “I know what that means.”
Tablo sits up straighter in his seat. “What is it?” He asks, eyes widening in his excitement.
“It means you should stop watching Eunhyuk’s solo performances in the middle of the night,” Mithra flatly tells him before reaching over and cuffing Tablo in the back of the head.
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10 - Misplaced Line Arrangements
Eunhyuk-no, Hyukjae falls back with a thump against the wall, while Tablo-no, Daniel nearly trips down the last step of the staircase. He’s barely able to keep up with lips and chin and body, barely able to keep up with Hyukjae’s hunger for him, in the private domain of a hidden nook backstage, just as Tablo can’t keep up with Eunhyuk, so hungry for the spotlight, out there under the glare of the camera.
Daniel catches Hyukjae’s arms with his hands and almost slams them against the bare drywall with steel frames. He knows it might bruise, but Hyukjae won’t notice with kisses lined along the hollow of his neck, trailing back to his mouth.
Hips rise to meet Daniel’s and he complies, using his free hand to lift Hyukjae’s leg for better access, suckling at his collar while Hyukjae moans for more until-
“HOLY FUCK THOSE ARE SOME HUGE ASS SPIDERS!”
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11 - Goodbye
So it had been a complete and utter accident when Eunhyuk had spilled his water across Tablo’s latest project.
And while it might have been okay for him to try to blot up the spill with a paper towel, it probably wasn’t the best idea he had when he stretched the paper in between his hands to see if it was dry or not.
Eunhyuk automatically squeezes his eyes shut when the paper quietly rips in two. Right on cue, Tablo's voice breaks across the silence as he asks, “… Is that what I think it is?”
Eunhyuk quickly whirls around and tries to hide the two still wet pieces of paper behind his back. “Um, I love you?” Seeing the expression of impending gloom across Tablo’s face, Eunhyuk quickly adds, “And! I have tape!
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12 - Mousquetaire
“En garde!”
“On what?”
“No. En garde!”
Eunhyuk blinks in that way that lets Tablo know he’s either tired or at a complete and utter loss.
“You’re the one that wanted to fence, and you don’t know what en garde means?”
Eunhyuk grins. “I just wanted to wear these hats. The feathers are so colorful!”
"… You need to spend less time with Donghae and more time with me."
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13 - Deep Sea Research
As jobs went, his really wasn’t all that bad.
He got to come in the afternoon, worked only a couple of hours a day and didn’t even have to interact with people nor force a smile on his face. Not that most people could see it anyway, as the black wet suit and large scuba mask both covered up the largest portions of his face, but he didn’t really mind.
Every other day, he came and cleaned the floor to ceiling fish tanks that served as the main point of attraction in the theme restaurant, and got paid a reasonable amount for scrubbing things underwater. The fish were so used to him by now that even the anchovies would flitter around him as he went about his work.
One day, as pulled himself over the last couple of steps on the aquarium ladder, he noticed a waiter pressed up against the clear surfaces of the tanks.
He shrugged. It was only his job to clean the inside of the tanks, not the outside. Still though, he wetly padded over to the waiter and asked, “It’s really pretty huh?”
The waiter turned and nodded, not even remotely surprised that a strange man in a wet suit suddenly appeared beside him. “The anchovies are my favorite.”
“Mine too,” he replied, nodding his head as he agreed. “I’m Daniel,” he added, introducing himself.
“Hyukjae,” the waiter responded, grinning as he shook Daniel’s wet hand.
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14 - It's Rain, Okay?
Today isn’t really Tablo’s day.
First, Tukutz drags him to drink at a bar two cities and a rural road out, ditching him last minute for some girl. Then his car breaks down in the middle of fucking cow town and his mechanic isn’t in till tomorrow so he needs to take a bus back to civilization because he is not fucking shelling out 80 bucks for the taxi.
But on the way to the bus stop a cop directs him to, it starts raining and the only bit of luck he feels all day is when a whole sheet of newspaper slaps him in his face and he thinks to use it for a temporary umbrella.
The bus stop is finally in sight and he dashes to the small space of shelter.
There’s some kid sitting there, but Tablo could not give less of a flying fuck and sits alarmingly close because people are warm and he is wet and cold and it’s getting dark.
“You’re cold,” the kid says.
Tablo hears the cautiousness and little bit of wonder in the voice. “Bad day, kid. Shh.”
The boy watched him shiver some more before scooting closer to him, as close as is possible, and Tablo looks at him smile. “Warmer?”
And yeah, it is.
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15 - Morning After
“Is this what our breakfast was supposed to have looked like?” Tablo asks as he inspects the picture in his hand.
“…Yes,” Eunhyuk answers, suddenly finding his sock covered feet utterly fascinating.
“Huh. Would this be before or after you burned our kitchen down?”
“…Before. Maybe after.”
“I see.” Tablo hands the picture back to Eunhyuk and settles down to eat the charred beyond recognition toast and unusually runny eggs in front of him.
“Thanks for making breakfast,” He says as he debates between his usual chopsticks or going with a fork and knife combination.
“You don’t have to - !” Eunhyuk starts but Tablo cuts him off. “I know. But I want to. You made it for me."
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16 - Long Kite String
It’s been a long time since he’d been outside like this, Eunhyuk thinks. It’s sunny and warm with just enough breeze.
“Hyukkie, you have to run,” Tablo says.
So he runs. Runs until Tablo is off in the distance waving frantically and he takes it as celebratory because his kite is high high high in the air. The wind whips around his back as he keeps running.
He looks down to see Tablo running after him, cheering and-
He’s not cheering. What is he screaming? Stop. Tree-OOF!
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17 - Guns n Roses n Escalades
He was supposed to be driving their getaway car.
It wasn’t like they wanted to rob a bank (though Tablo did have to admit it was pretty fun); it was just that they were so terribly low on funds.
Even with their semi decent credit score, banks were reluctant to lend hefty amounts of money to them. It might have had something to do with how they didn’t have what society would deem “stable jobs”, though being a herald of truth was indeed a laborious occupation, but more than likely, it probably had to do with how Tukutz had wrapped his arms around them and said they were a gay threesome hoping to get money to build a house for the ass babies that were going to come out of their procreation.
Which was why, instead of getting loans from the bank, they had to resort to robbing the bank. He was the brains, Mithra was the muscle, and Tukutz was the dubious looks.
The problem with that equation however, was that Tukutz who on good days looked like a strange mix between a creepy looking fox and an overly pixilated cartoon character (“To me there’s no difference,” Mithra pointed out) wasn’t exactly the most good looking or innocent seeming of guys.
Good thing they had picked up Eunhyuk. Tablo wasn’t even exactly sure where the boy came from since Mithra had only said, “Don’t get attached, he’s on loan,” after introducing the boy, but sometimes it was just better not to question where Mithra got certain things.
At first, Tablo was pretty doubtful. It wasn’t as if the kid was terrible looking or anything, but he didn’t exactly exude sex and give me your money pheromones in his oversized sweater and ratty sneakers. When the kid came out of the bathroom however, changed and ready to go, Tablo got the picture. Dressed in a pitch black suit as though it had been tailor made for him and eyes carefully lined; had Eunhyuk came up to him and asked for money, Tablo would have more than eager to fork it over.
Not soon after Tablo finished his train of thought, the doors to the van slammed open and Eunhyuk threw himself and the two large bags of money he was holding inside. “Step on it hyung,” he said panting, “I tripped on a security wire on the way out.”
This must be why Tukutz had insisted on a getaway car, Tablo thought as he violently pulled away from the curb.
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18 - Orange Balls
“W-wait. Stopstopstop,” Tablo pants. “I can’t-I can’t. Do this.”
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Eunhyuk asks right before he shoots the ball into the basket with a swoosh. He’s a little out of breath himself, but definitely not like Tablo though, who’s holding his breath because otherwise, it’s like inhaling icy needles into his lungs.
He can’t even remember the last time he balled. When was the last time he even moved other than for-
Well, he thinks as Eunhyuk drapes himself around him with a worried frown, he supposes he gets his exercise in better ways.
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19 - Twilight (Blohyuk Redux)
Daniel is a kindergarten teacher. Well, not really. His brother had called in a mad rush and said he desperately needed someone to cover for him at work. While Daniel was still sputtering and protesting, his brother had managed to shove him through the door and into the classroom.
Which is why Daniel isn’t just any kindergarten teacher, he’s a substitute kindergarten teacher.
“Righhht,” Daniel drawls, suddenly finding himself the sole focus of fifteen upturned faces. What do kindergartners learn? The alphabet, right?
“A is for….” The word andromeda is on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it and says, “Apple.” He clears his throat in the deafening silence and adds, “Repeat after me.”
Like a legion roaring into war, the children scream out, “A is for a-pu-ru.” Daniel grimaces. Today is going to be a long day.
~
Daniel doesn’t really have to stay with the kids after he dismisses them, but after seeing the unusually large amount of unmarked white vans parked outside the school, he decides to stay with them until they get picked up.
“Uncle Hyukjae!” the last kid squeals before running into the arms of a boy who looks like he is still in school himself.
Uncle Hyukjae gives a small oof as his nephew slams into him, but smiles and takes his hand.
“Wait, Uncle Hyukjae!” the kid says pulling him towards Daniel again. “I want to you to meet my teacher! But he’s not just a teacher, he says he’s a gemi and has telephone powers called the forks!”
Uncle Hyukjae smiles in amusement at his nephew and obediently follows the insistent tug on his hand. When he gets closer, Daniel realizes that “Uncle Hyukjae” is none other than the guy he had bumped into that other night he had been idling time away at a bar. When their shoulders had collided, “Uncle Hyukjae” had squinted at Daniel and exclaimed with childlike glee, “Heeeey! We look alike! Want to do it sometime? Here’s my number!”
Daniel raised his eyebrows, but took the number down. Just as he finished penning down the last digit, Uncle Hyukjae’s friends had rushed over to apologize on his behalf before forcibly hauling him away.
"Hey kiddo," Hyukjae says, kneeling down so he's at his nephew's eye level. "Why don't you wait for me outside? I need to talk to your teacher for a second." The kid pouts, ready to stand his ground but relents when his uncle nudges his shoulders. He nods once and scampers off to wait outside.
As Uncle Hyukjae opens his mouth, Daniel shrugs as shrugs as he cuts him off. He doesn’t need an apology nor an explanation from him. “I do think we kind of look alike and it is like incest to fuck yourself over, but it doesn’t count if we’re two different people right?”
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20 - Street Lamps
“Boy, the Lee residence. Quick steps,” he rumbled, low and short, climbing with heavy limbs onto the seat.
“Yessuh,” the boy replied.
Through half-lidded eyes, Seonwoong wondered if that twiggy stature had even the strength to pull his weight, but the boy lifted the handles of the carriage easily. Hard muscle visibly worked to tow his burden. His own work was done for the night, but poverty labored tireless and endless.
Wooden wheels clopped against cobblestone. Compared to the sound of slow death in an opiate den, and the madness in the sewage of the alleys, the creaking axle was almost comforting, a lull most minute. Or perhaps more than minute, as he was roused tentatively by a gentle hand.
“Suh? Suh,” the boy called. “We’ve arrived, suh.”
“Huh, oh, thank you, boy,” Seonwoong said, his voice catching. He climbed off the rickshaw, grasping the edge and the boy’s helping arm to steady himself. “A few guineas for you,” he stated, handing the boy his payment.
“Suh! You’ve overpaid-“
“I have not.”
“S-suh, I-I-I can’t r-r-really…” the boy stammered, clutching at his collar with both hands. He was fidgeting like a nervous chit.
Seonwoong was not getting any less tired. “Well, spit it out, boy. I haven’t got all night.”
“I don’t have… I don’t know how to perform. Other. Services.” The boy hastily added, “Suh.”
There was no pretence of confusion because it was unfeigned, until it struck Seonwoong what was meant.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“H-Hyukjae, suh.”
“Well, Hyukjae, I was not propositioning any sort of illicit exchange,” he stated. “If you need a wage through proper means however, do not hesitate to ask.”
The boy blushed.
Rodiy drew all the even numbered and wrote all the odd numbered. I did the opposite, obvsly.
BEHIND THE SCENES
rodiy says (7:38 PM):
haha
and so funny
every other picture is itty bitty
and then BAM
it's rain son!
I-bwa cha-gi-ya
Nae hyeon-dae-ch'a-eh ol-la-t'a
wobaozhewo says (7:39 PM):
LOLLLLL
-DEAD-
stephen colbert in our midst!
rodiy says (7:40 PM):
raiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnn
he's singing in korean
he's singing in korean
he's sining
.....IN KOREAN
hah, sining
freduian slip
and you know
seeing 19 twilight, i see that blo is a vampire
totaaaaaaallllly did not see that before
wobaozhewo says (7:41 PM):
lol
yes
i wa slike.... is she avoiding it, or does she not know.
lol
rodiy says (7:42 PM):
huh. coulda totally went a different way with that
i did not know!
wobaozhewo says (7:42 PM):
lol
it's okay. it turned out fiiiine
rodiy (7:42 PM):
haha, no wonder blo's eyes were a little deranged looking
wobaozhewo says (7:42 PM):
...
LOL
wobaozhewo says (7:48 PM):
XDDDD
i hope she likes this. ... cause we sacrificed a lot of dignity here.
rodiy says (7:50 PM):
haha
did we really?
i didn't think it was thhhhat bad
but then again....i write inanimate objectsxeunhyuk, its not like i have alot of dignity to begin with
Now! Onto the Serious Version of your gift!
Fr: me and rodiy
Pairing: Tablo/Eunhyuk
Rating: Various
So me and rodiy were originally planning on doing gift fics separately for todefinebeauty, then I was like, HAH. Cause everyone knows I wouldn't do it on time. So I says to rodiy, I says "So how bout you fic to my drawins." She agrees and a few days later, she asks me whar be teh pic and I jest by sending her a quick doodle on msn. She responds. We commence being stupid and trading off doing 20 of these in the span of two or so days. This forgives us of any mistakes and... general kooky spazzifulness.
IN ANY CASE, Happy Birthday, dear, and I hope our combined efforts don't scar you for life.
Titles based on PICS and NOT fics. Can you guess who drew what?
1 - Basking in the Spotlight
Eunhyuk’s too wide smile was veering towards suspicious town so he put a facemask on and told Tablo he was afraid he was catching a cold.
He then asked Tablo to close his eyes, for he was going to take him somewhere special and peeking would ruin the surprise.
As the spaceships started to beam them up, Eunhyuk couldn’t help but think how jealous Donghae would be.
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2 - Capsizing On Your Thigh's High Tide
"Hyukkie-ah, do you read me!"
Crackles of static had Tablo's heart beating faster than an 808 drum. Eunhyuk had to be okay, he just had to.
Then, fizzy shrieks of "LEAK! THERE'S A LEAK!" emitted from the radio followed by, "Hyungnim! They sunk my battleship!"
"Get a suit ready," Tablo radioed back. "I'm coming to get you!"
Tablo hurriedly prepared his own diving suit and as he flipped open the exit hatch, he sighed, "I told him he should've just piloted mine."
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3 - Hyuk In Love
“You look like some kind of deranged flasher,” Tablo tells him when he catches sight of Eunhyuk in the mirror.
“Yeah,” Eunhyuk readily agrees, strangely smug as he threads a hand through his hair. “But you love it.”
Tablo laughs. The smile remains on his lips as he leans in for a kiss and when they part, he tells Eunhyuk, “Yeah…yeah I do.”
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4 - Space Is Big
"You look really smart in glasses, hyung."
Tablo would have countered with something sarcastic like, "And I'm not normally? My genius tops the fucking charts," but this was Eunhyuk. From Eunhyuk, "You look really smart in glasses, hyung" meant, for real, "You look really smart in glasses, hyung."
So he just took it as the compliment it was. "Thanks, Hyuk."
Then Eunhyuk snickered. "Hyung! You're rong!" he declared in horribly Korean-accented English. "Ronger than me anyways," he mended.
Tablo assumed he was referring to their tethers and ignored thoughts of rigorous sex in space. "Let's just finish our data collection and head back in."
"To ride our penis ship back to earth?"
"Yes, Hyuk. That is exactly right."
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5 - Swearing Off Fish
It had been terribly burnt and, had Eunhyuk not been so horribly sleep deprived, he probably would have noticed.
And it kind of smelled funny.
“Hyuk?” Tablo calls as he steps into their apartment. “Where are y - oh,” he says, words spluttering to a stop when he finds Eunhyuk in their kitchen staring at the unmoving fish in front of him. “It’s time for bed,” he tells him, steering Eunhyuk away from the table and guiding him towards their bedroom. It could have been worse, Tablo thinks as he tucks Eunhyuk in. At least he didn’t try to eat the cooked plastic fish.
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6 - The View From the Reference Desk
“Excuse me. I like… you check out?”
Tablo adjusted his glasses and looked up to find a boy with flamboyantly red hair fumble with… nothing. So he asked, “Do you need to check out books?” Maybe he needs something to help with his English, he thought. “Do you need a grammar reference book?”
The boy looked to be sweating out buckets, probably feeling as out of place as he looked. “Mmgrh-” he said, as if grasping for words. “I… check you out?”
Was he-Was he being picked up? Tablo ogled at the nervous tremor of the shoulders, the fidgeting hands, and the inability to look up.
“You mean, you want to check me out?”
The boy nodded, still not making eye contact. It was the vaguest bit cute.
“Okay, sure.”
And Tablo didn’t wonder at being fed one of the worst pick-up lines in the world when the boy smiled.
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7 - Hyung, We Needed Food For A Month, Not A Day.
“You didn’t do anything remotely creepy and retarded like leaving him flowers you got at the super market at his door or anything did you?” Mithra asks slanting a suspicious look over at Tablo as he spotted the charge to “Budget Market” on Tablo’s credit card bill.
“No,” Tablo sniffs, affronting disdain from his position in front of the TV. “I don’t do anything crass like that. I leave him bags of groceries.”
As Mithra lets out a long suffering groan and mashes his face into his palms, Tukutz can only pat him on the back in what he hopes is a consolatory manner.
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8 - Blue Skies, Gray Rocks
He was angry.
Of course, he would be angry. At the whole fucking world. At himself. Mostly at himself, for being incompetent, for being incapable. For losing to the industry.
So here he was, sitting on a rock and trying to find peace in nature. What bullshit.
“Hyung?”
Tablo turned around. “Hyukkie, what are you doing here?” he asked, more a statement than a question. He turned back to stare at his feet.
“Tukutz-hyung told me you were here,” Eunhyuk replied.
“Oh,” he said, and Eunhyuk’s arms threaded around him from behind, the gentle press of a nose, a cheek, a mouth, right above his shoulder blade.
It was the calmest he’d felt in a long time.
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9 - Eunhyuk-ah, We Look Alike
“What…do you think it means when you start seeing people?”
Mithra huffs at him, irritation seeping into his voice from pulling another all nighter and says, “You congratulate yourself on being able to see. It makes you normal.” He pauses. “Well, normal for you at any rate.”
Tablo shakes his head, “No, I mean, there’s this guy I keep seeing…inside my head.”
“Like daydreams?” Mithra asks, reaching over for his now cold cup of coffee.
“Yeah, like a daydream,” Tablo answers, eyes clouding as he tries to bring the remnants of the daydream to the forefront of his mind.
“What does he look like?”
Tablo stops for a moment, his eyebrows creasing together as he tries to put the picture inside his head into words. “He…has brown hair. And he wears a white suit. Sometimes it’s a black suit. And he…glows.” The real word that was on the tip of Tablo’s tongue was actually sparkles, but hell if he told Mithra that.
Mithra pretends to think about it. “Ah,” he exudes at last, “I know what that means.”
Tablo sits up straighter in his seat. “What is it?” He asks, eyes widening in his excitement.
“It means you should stop watching Eunhyuk’s solo performances in the middle of the night,” Mithra flatly tells him before reaching over and cuffing Tablo in the back of the head.
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10 - Misplaced Line Arrangements
Eunhyuk-no, Hyukjae falls back with a thump against the wall, while Tablo-no, Daniel nearly trips down the last step of the staircase. He’s barely able to keep up with lips and chin and body, barely able to keep up with Hyukjae’s hunger for him, in the private domain of a hidden nook backstage, just as Tablo can’t keep up with Eunhyuk, so hungry for the spotlight, out there under the glare of the camera.
Daniel catches Hyukjae’s arms with his hands and almost slams them against the bare drywall with steel frames. He knows it might bruise, but Hyukjae won’t notice with kisses lined along the hollow of his neck, trailing back to his mouth.
Hips rise to meet Daniel’s and he complies, using his free hand to lift Hyukjae’s leg for better access, suckling at his collar while Hyukjae moans for more until-
“HOLY FUCK THOSE ARE SOME HUGE ASS SPIDERS!”
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11 - Goodbye
So it had been a complete and utter accident when Eunhyuk had spilled his water across Tablo’s latest project.
And while it might have been okay for him to try to blot up the spill with a paper towel, it probably wasn’t the best idea he had when he stretched the paper in between his hands to see if it was dry or not.
Eunhyuk automatically squeezes his eyes shut when the paper quietly rips in two. Right on cue, Tablo's voice breaks across the silence as he asks, “… Is that what I think it is?”
Eunhyuk quickly whirls around and tries to hide the two still wet pieces of paper behind his back. “Um, I love you?” Seeing the expression of impending gloom across Tablo’s face, Eunhyuk quickly adds, “And! I have tape!
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12 - Mousquetaire
“En garde!”
“On what?”
“No. En garde!”
Eunhyuk blinks in that way that lets Tablo know he’s either tired or at a complete and utter loss.
“You’re the one that wanted to fence, and you don’t know what en garde means?”
Eunhyuk grins. “I just wanted to wear these hats. The feathers are so colorful!”
"… You need to spend less time with Donghae and more time with me."
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13 - Deep Sea Research
As jobs went, his really wasn’t all that bad.
He got to come in the afternoon, worked only a couple of hours a day and didn’t even have to interact with people nor force a smile on his face. Not that most people could see it anyway, as the black wet suit and large scuba mask both covered up the largest portions of his face, but he didn’t really mind.
Every other day, he came and cleaned the floor to ceiling fish tanks that served as the main point of attraction in the theme restaurant, and got paid a reasonable amount for scrubbing things underwater. The fish were so used to him by now that even the anchovies would flitter around him as he went about his work.
One day, as pulled himself over the last couple of steps on the aquarium ladder, he noticed a waiter pressed up against the clear surfaces of the tanks.
He shrugged. It was only his job to clean the inside of the tanks, not the outside. Still though, he wetly padded over to the waiter and asked, “It’s really pretty huh?”
The waiter turned and nodded, not even remotely surprised that a strange man in a wet suit suddenly appeared beside him. “The anchovies are my favorite.”
“Mine too,” he replied, nodding his head as he agreed. “I’m Daniel,” he added, introducing himself.
“Hyukjae,” the waiter responded, grinning as he shook Daniel’s wet hand.
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14 - It's Rain, Okay?
Today isn’t really Tablo’s day.
First, Tukutz drags him to drink at a bar two cities and a rural road out, ditching him last minute for some girl. Then his car breaks down in the middle of fucking cow town and his mechanic isn’t in till tomorrow so he needs to take a bus back to civilization because he is not fucking shelling out 80 bucks for the taxi.
But on the way to the bus stop a cop directs him to, it starts raining and the only bit of luck he feels all day is when a whole sheet of newspaper slaps him in his face and he thinks to use it for a temporary umbrella.
The bus stop is finally in sight and he dashes to the small space of shelter.
There’s some kid sitting there, but Tablo could not give less of a flying fuck and sits alarmingly close because people are warm and he is wet and cold and it’s getting dark.
“You’re cold,” the kid says.
Tablo hears the cautiousness and little bit of wonder in the voice. “Bad day, kid. Shh.”
The boy watched him shiver some more before scooting closer to him, as close as is possible, and Tablo looks at him smile. “Warmer?”
And yeah, it is.
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15 - Morning After
“Is this what our breakfast was supposed to have looked like?” Tablo asks as he inspects the picture in his hand.
“…Yes,” Eunhyuk answers, suddenly finding his sock covered feet utterly fascinating.
“Huh. Would this be before or after you burned our kitchen down?”
“…Before. Maybe after.”
“I see.” Tablo hands the picture back to Eunhyuk and settles down to eat the charred beyond recognition toast and unusually runny eggs in front of him.
“Thanks for making breakfast,” He says as he debates between his usual chopsticks or going with a fork and knife combination.
“You don’t have to - !” Eunhyuk starts but Tablo cuts him off. “I know. But I want to. You made it for me."
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16 - Long Kite String
It’s been a long time since he’d been outside like this, Eunhyuk thinks. It’s sunny and warm with just enough breeze.
“Hyukkie, you have to run,” Tablo says.
So he runs. Runs until Tablo is off in the distance waving frantically and he takes it as celebratory because his kite is high high high in the air. The wind whips around his back as he keeps running.
He looks down to see Tablo running after him, cheering and-
He’s not cheering. What is he screaming? Stop. Tree-OOF!
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17 - Guns n Roses n Escalades
He was supposed to be driving their getaway car.
It wasn’t like they wanted to rob a bank (though Tablo did have to admit it was pretty fun); it was just that they were so terribly low on funds.
Even with their semi decent credit score, banks were reluctant to lend hefty amounts of money to them. It might have had something to do with how they didn’t have what society would deem “stable jobs”, though being a herald of truth was indeed a laborious occupation, but more than likely, it probably had to do with how Tukutz had wrapped his arms around them and said they were a gay threesome hoping to get money to build a house for the ass babies that were going to come out of their procreation.
Which was why, instead of getting loans from the bank, they had to resort to robbing the bank. He was the brains, Mithra was the muscle, and Tukutz was the dubious looks.
The problem with that equation however, was that Tukutz who on good days looked like a strange mix between a creepy looking fox and an overly pixilated cartoon character (“To me there’s no difference,” Mithra pointed out) wasn’t exactly the most good looking or innocent seeming of guys.
Good thing they had picked up Eunhyuk. Tablo wasn’t even exactly sure where the boy came from since Mithra had only said, “Don’t get attached, he’s on loan,” after introducing the boy, but sometimes it was just better not to question where Mithra got certain things.
At first, Tablo was pretty doubtful. It wasn’t as if the kid was terrible looking or anything, but he didn’t exactly exude sex and give me your money pheromones in his oversized sweater and ratty sneakers. When the kid came out of the bathroom however, changed and ready to go, Tablo got the picture. Dressed in a pitch black suit as though it had been tailor made for him and eyes carefully lined; had Eunhyuk came up to him and asked for money, Tablo would have more than eager to fork it over.
Not soon after Tablo finished his train of thought, the doors to the van slammed open and Eunhyuk threw himself and the two large bags of money he was holding inside. “Step on it hyung,” he said panting, “I tripped on a security wire on the way out.”
This must be why Tukutz had insisted on a getaway car, Tablo thought as he violently pulled away from the curb.
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18 - Orange Balls
“W-wait. Stopstopstop,” Tablo pants. “I can’t-I can’t. Do this.”
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Eunhyuk asks right before he shoots the ball into the basket with a swoosh. He’s a little out of breath himself, but definitely not like Tablo though, who’s holding his breath because otherwise, it’s like inhaling icy needles into his lungs.
He can’t even remember the last time he balled. When was the last time he even moved other than for-
Well, he thinks as Eunhyuk drapes himself around him with a worried frown, he supposes he gets his exercise in better ways.
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19 - Twilight (Blohyuk Redux)
Daniel is a kindergarten teacher. Well, not really. His brother had called in a mad rush and said he desperately needed someone to cover for him at work. While Daniel was still sputtering and protesting, his brother had managed to shove him through the door and into the classroom.
Which is why Daniel isn’t just any kindergarten teacher, he’s a substitute kindergarten teacher.
“Righhht,” Daniel drawls, suddenly finding himself the sole focus of fifteen upturned faces. What do kindergartners learn? The alphabet, right?
“A is for….” The word andromeda is on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it and says, “Apple.” He clears his throat in the deafening silence and adds, “Repeat after me.”
Like a legion roaring into war, the children scream out, “A is for a-pu-ru.” Daniel grimaces. Today is going to be a long day.
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Daniel doesn’t really have to stay with the kids after he dismisses them, but after seeing the unusually large amount of unmarked white vans parked outside the school, he decides to stay with them until they get picked up.
“Uncle Hyukjae!” the last kid squeals before running into the arms of a boy who looks like he is still in school himself.
Uncle Hyukjae gives a small oof as his nephew slams into him, but smiles and takes his hand.
“Wait, Uncle Hyukjae!” the kid says pulling him towards Daniel again. “I want to you to meet my teacher! But he’s not just a teacher, he says he’s a gemi and has telephone powers called the forks!”
Uncle Hyukjae smiles in amusement at his nephew and obediently follows the insistent tug on his hand. When he gets closer, Daniel realizes that “Uncle Hyukjae” is none other than the guy he had bumped into that other night he had been idling time away at a bar. When their shoulders had collided, “Uncle Hyukjae” had squinted at Daniel and exclaimed with childlike glee, “Heeeey! We look alike! Want to do it sometime? Here’s my number!”
Daniel raised his eyebrows, but took the number down. Just as he finished penning down the last digit, Uncle Hyukjae’s friends had rushed over to apologize on his behalf before forcibly hauling him away.
"Hey kiddo," Hyukjae says, kneeling down so he's at his nephew's eye level. "Why don't you wait for me outside? I need to talk to your teacher for a second." The kid pouts, ready to stand his ground but relents when his uncle nudges his shoulders. He nods once and scampers off to wait outside.
As Uncle Hyukjae opens his mouth, Daniel shrugs as shrugs as he cuts him off. He doesn’t need an apology nor an explanation from him. “I do think we kind of look alike and it is like incest to fuck yourself over, but it doesn’t count if we’re two different people right?”
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20 - Street Lamps
“Boy, the Lee residence. Quick steps,” he rumbled, low and short, climbing with heavy limbs onto the seat.
“Yessuh,” the boy replied.
Through half-lidded eyes, Seonwoong wondered if that twiggy stature had even the strength to pull his weight, but the boy lifted the handles of the carriage easily. Hard muscle visibly worked to tow his burden. His own work was done for the night, but poverty labored tireless and endless.
Wooden wheels clopped against cobblestone. Compared to the sound of slow death in an opiate den, and the madness in the sewage of the alleys, the creaking axle was almost comforting, a lull most minute. Or perhaps more than minute, as he was roused tentatively by a gentle hand.
“Suh? Suh,” the boy called. “We’ve arrived, suh.”
“Huh, oh, thank you, boy,” Seonwoong said, his voice catching. He climbed off the rickshaw, grasping the edge and the boy’s helping arm to steady himself. “A few guineas for you,” he stated, handing the boy his payment.
“Suh! You’ve overpaid-“
“I have not.”
“S-suh, I-I-I can’t r-r-really…” the boy stammered, clutching at his collar with both hands. He was fidgeting like a nervous chit.
Seonwoong was not getting any less tired. “Well, spit it out, boy. I haven’t got all night.”
“I don’t have… I don’t know how to perform. Other. Services.” The boy hastily added, “Suh.”
There was no pretence of confusion because it was unfeigned, until it struck Seonwoong what was meant.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“H-Hyukjae, suh.”
“Well, Hyukjae, I was not propositioning any sort of illicit exchange,” he stated. “If you need a wage through proper means however, do not hesitate to ask.”
The boy blushed.
Rodiy drew all the even numbered and wrote all the odd numbered. I did the opposite, obvsly.
BEHIND THE SCENES
rodiy says (7:38 PM):
haha
and so funny
every other picture is itty bitty
and then BAM
it's rain son!
I-bwa cha-gi-ya
Nae hyeon-dae-ch'a-eh ol-la-t'a
wobaozhewo says (7:39 PM):
LOLLLLL
-DEAD-
stephen colbert in our midst!
rodiy says (7:40 PM):
raiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnn
he's singing in korean
he's singing in korean
he's sining
.....IN KOREAN
hah, sining
freduian slip
and you know
seeing 19 twilight, i see that blo is a vampire
totaaaaaaallllly did not see that before
wobaozhewo says (7:41 PM):
lol
yes
i wa slike.... is she avoiding it, or does she not know.
lol
rodiy says (7:42 PM):
huh. coulda totally went a different way with that
i did not know!
wobaozhewo says (7:42 PM):
lol
it's okay. it turned out fiiiine
rodiy (7:42 PM):
haha, no wonder blo's eyes were a little deranged looking
wobaozhewo says (7:42 PM):
...
LOL
wobaozhewo says (7:48 PM):
XDDDD
i hope she likes this. ... cause we sacrificed a lot of dignity here.
rodiy says (7:50 PM):
haha
did we really?
i didn't think it was thhhhat bad
but then again....i write inanimate objectsxeunhyuk, its not like i have alot of dignity to begin with
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