mblaq have stupid names.
who chansu
fandom 2pm
title pajamas
rating pg
neither of them really want to move, too lazy and tired to function past grunt or a sigh. chansung's stomach talks for miles and he doesn't even bother to cover it up or talk back, just lets his arms hang at his sides as he spins the chair from side to side in short bursts, toes curled around the cold black legs.
junsu just lays in bed, staring off into some kind of space between the wood panels of the bunk bed, his mind wanders, head bobbing unconsciously to a song stuck in his head - a repetitive loophole he stays in until chansung sniffs hard enough for him to feel it scream up the bridge of his own nose and he grabs it between his thumb and finger halfheartedly, eyes falling on the youngest member, only to catch him fingering a hole in the knee of his pajama bottoms.
it's not even funny but junsu awkwardly smiles and huffs an air of giggles before he turns his head away, falling back into the beat of the song. chansung barely registers this, eyes straining to look up and over at the older boy as his head falls into a lazy doze, not even caring that his neck is going to be sore later from it■
who jaykwon
fandom one day
title fever
rating pg
jay's temperature spikes to an intense degree where his wit sits, and it annoys kwon to the point where the motherly nag seeps from him like sap on a branch. slowly dripping down through his senses until he's pouting, brow wrinkling and wanting to hit jay in the face with an open hand, despite him not feeling well. because the older boy hides his exhaustion behind a veil of jokes and small talk (that's really mostly him jabbing at kwon in all the right, internally sore spots) and the younger has to take a deep breath and bite his lip and jay just drinks it all up and basks in it, pulling the damp washcloth from the other's hands and pressing it against his head with one of his own as he leans against the wall with one of his stupid little smirks.
"thanks, kwonnie."■
who seungho
fandom mblaq
title question authority
rating pg
seungho's claimed the couch in leader-fashion, legs sprawled out showing off his dressed down manner, in a pair of room slippers and tube socks, hoodie pulled up over his greasy hair and legs exposed up to a pair of striped boxers. he doesn't even care - the cameras are off anyway, it's his time to relax.
most of the other boys are on the floor - in the same room, but not on the couch. changsun's arms wrapped around a pillow as he leans forward with laughter, mouth fallen open with pretty rows of teeth. chulyong in front of him with one leg out and the other bent at the knee, hanging onto it with a hand as he falls back, laughing so hard he snorts, which sends a range of giggles through the room. even seungho's lip twitches in faint amusement.
but the eldest boy's mind is totally somewhere else, hands warm and thumbs tired from texting for the past hour. how much longer?; come home, i'm tired. little demands that go ignored or barely answered with few words or off topic remarks, byunghee's mind is never where he wants it anyway - he's admitted defeat to this months ago.
instead, seungho stuffs the phone in his pocket and leans back against the pillow propping him up. watching the younger members flop and roll on the floor, their faces red with amusement. it's enough stupidity to keep his attention, panda rings darkening with the drain of wait■
fandom 2pm
title pajamas
rating pg
neither of them really want to move, too lazy and tired to function past grunt or a sigh. chansung's stomach talks for miles and he doesn't even bother to cover it up or talk back, just lets his arms hang at his sides as he spins the chair from side to side in short bursts, toes curled around the cold black legs.
junsu just lays in bed, staring off into some kind of space between the wood panels of the bunk bed, his mind wanders, head bobbing unconsciously to a song stuck in his head - a repetitive loophole he stays in until chansung sniffs hard enough for him to feel it scream up the bridge of his own nose and he grabs it between his thumb and finger halfheartedly, eyes falling on the youngest member, only to catch him fingering a hole in the knee of his pajama bottoms.
it's not even funny but junsu awkwardly smiles and huffs an air of giggles before he turns his head away, falling back into the beat of the song. chansung barely registers this, eyes straining to look up and over at the older boy as his head falls into a lazy doze, not even caring that his neck is going to be sore later from it■
who jaykwon
fandom one day
title fever
rating pg
jay's temperature spikes to an intense degree where his wit sits, and it annoys kwon to the point where the motherly nag seeps from him like sap on a branch. slowly dripping down through his senses until he's pouting, brow wrinkling and wanting to hit jay in the face with an open hand, despite him not feeling well. because the older boy hides his exhaustion behind a veil of jokes and small talk (that's really mostly him jabbing at kwon in all the right, internally sore spots) and the younger has to take a deep breath and bite his lip and jay just drinks it all up and basks in it, pulling the damp washcloth from the other's hands and pressing it against his head with one of his own as he leans against the wall with one of his stupid little smirks.
"thanks, kwonnie."■
who seungho
fandom mblaq
title question authority
rating pg
seungho's claimed the couch in leader-fashion, legs sprawled out showing off his dressed down manner, in a pair of room slippers and tube socks, hoodie pulled up over his greasy hair and legs exposed up to a pair of striped boxers. he doesn't even care - the cameras are off anyway, it's his time to relax.
most of the other boys are on the floor - in the same room, but not on the couch. changsun's arms wrapped around a pillow as he leans forward with laughter, mouth fallen open with pretty rows of teeth. chulyong in front of him with one leg out and the other bent at the knee, hanging onto it with a hand as he falls back, laughing so hard he snorts, which sends a range of giggles through the room. even seungho's lip twitches in faint amusement.
but the eldest boy's mind is totally somewhere else, hands warm and thumbs tired from texting for the past hour. how much longer?; come home, i'm tired. little demands that go ignored or barely answered with few words or off topic remarks, byunghee's mind is never where he wants it anyway - he's admitted defeat to this months ago.
instead, seungho stuffs the phone in his pocket and leans back against the pillow propping him up. watching the younger members flop and roll on the floor, their faces red with amusement. it's enough stupidity to keep his attention, panda rings darkening with the drain of wait■