Fanfiction: Nice Hat
Title: Nice Hat
Author: Avirjin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1484
Fandom: Beast
Focus: Hyunseung and Junhyung; ninja!Junseung
Genre: Gen
A/N: A reply to this prompt. However, I'm not really sure if I'm gonna post it because idk if it's really all that good. :\ Maybe as Christmas comes closer and if no one else replies, I will. Hyunseung is supposed to have a (twisted) sense of humor, and Junhyung definitely isn't acting at all gangster here, lol. This is set before their performance at the Campus Song Festival where Hyunseung wore this ridiculous hat that most of the fans I've seen hated.
"What do you think about this?" Hyunseung asks seriously, holding out what could only be described as some sort of glorified roadkill. The tail is long and bushy and the fur shines eerily in the fluorescent lighting and Junhyung's first instinct is to smack it out of the other's hands before it can turn around and bite one of them or something.
"No," he says, looking anywhere else but at Hyunseung, "as a fellow group member, and as a friend, I am saying there is absolutely no way I can let you go out on stage wearing that."
He can see Hyunseung sulking at the rebuke, even if he isn't looking directly at him. If Junhyung hadn't been through so many girls and their "oppa-pout-wiggle" ploys and guilt trips, maybe he would have given in and just let Hyunseung wear the damn thing, as hideous as it looked.
But one look at it -- the fur, the stripes, the ridiculous puff-balls on either side -- and any sympathy he might have had for Hyunseung not getting his way reverts to sympathy for himself for having to go through this. Wasn't it Doojoon's job as leader to deal with all of this, after all? He was the one supposed to be doing all of the hard work and the heavy lifting and standing up to the combined forces of stupid that were the rest of the guys in their group.
Junhyung glances over at Doojoon, and any hope he had of dumping this mess on his leader withers away at the sight.
Doojoon is trapped in a corner of the room between Yoseob and Dongwoon who are acting like they're ten year olds on a sugar high, probably harassing him or trying to convince him to do something at their level of stupidity. He can't exactly make out what's being said, but if anything it looks like Doojoon is fighting his own losing battle.
"Why would you even want to wear it?" he asks, turning back to the problem in front of him and trying a different approach. It's something that he sees Doojoon always pulling on Kikwang, making him question his choices or some bullshit like that. Junhyung can't really remember the last time it worked, but he's rather desperate, seeing as they go on in twenty minutes. This is almost as bad as pre-debut when Hyunseung kept whining and whining about wanting to be different and unique and ended up with two-toned hair slashed up in the worst way possible.
Hyunseung quiets down, turning to look at the mass of faux fur in his hands and observing it. His expression becomes somewhat thoughtful -- that stupid dazed look Kikwang and Yoseob like making fun of when they aren't pulling it off themselves -- and for a second, Junhyung thinks he's on the brink of victory.
"Why wouldn't I?" Hyunseung suddenly grins, plopping it right on the top of his head. He looks pleased enough, with how the puff-balls cover his ears and the body of it covers most of his hair. The tail hangs on the side of his head, waving like some sort of flag and Junhyung resists the urge to yank it off right there. "It's fluffy and cute and keeps my head warm."
All Junhyung can really do is stare.
"No," Junhyung groans, "no, no, no, no, no. When management told us they were giving us more creative license with our concepts, I do not think they meant letting us wear roadkill on our heads!"
Hyunseung pouts, prodding the tail with his finger and letting it swing back and forth. Junhyung feels his left eye twitch in sync with it.
"They've let us wear faux fur before," Hyunseung tries to reason, grabbing Junhyung's hands before he can do anything drastic. "Remember, Junhyung? The MV shooting?"
Seeing as those outfits -- mainly Dongwoon's fur-covered sleeves -- were things Junhyung would rather forget, he was pretty sure that example was not helping things. He had been just as embarrassed then as he was going to be if Hyunseung walked out on stage wearing an abomination bigger than his face on top of his head.
"Okay, look," he tries again, futilely attempting to yank his hands from Hyunseung's death grip, "you... The group.. I mean -- you have such nice hair!"
Hyunseung blinks, even manages to tilt his head a little, and Junhyung wants to crawl back into the company van and just die.
"I don't mean it that way! What I mean is," he amends, "one of your best selling points is your hair -- no matter how much you manage to butcher it sometimes." He thinks briefly of Hyunseung's debut hairstyle, but stops himself before he can start ranting on how embarrassing that had been. "And, really, some of our fans come just to see you look pretty. Your hat would be covering all of that up!"
For a moment, it seems like Hyunseung is taking his words into consideration, musing thoughtfully on the implications of it all. But just as Junhyung realizes the flaw in his argument, the other boy's eyes darken.
"You're saying I'm nothing more than a pretty face?" he hisses, his grip on Junhyung's hands tightening.
'Fuck,' Junhyung thinks to himself.
"No!" he says desperately, feeling the situation growing worse by the second. "You're an awesome singer and an awesome dancer and I'm saying you don't need some stupid fur hat to stick out to people, you just need to be yourself!"
And just like that, Hyunseung's good mood is back, a shy, complacent smile brightening up his face.
"Well," he murmurs softly, slowly loosening his hold on Junhyung's hands, "I was thinking the tail was a little ridiculous--"
"Thank you," Junhyung breathes, his chest lightening as if Hyunseung's changed mood is contagious, "exactly! That's exactly what I meant, Hyunseung--"
"--Although," Hyunseung continues happily, "I do think the hat looks fine on me. Makes my face look smaller, you know? The tail, however, would look great on you though!"
Before Junhyung can react, Hyunseung has completely released his hands and unclipped the tail from his hat and before he can even think 'It's clippable!?', he finds it attached to the front of his shirt like some sort of parasitic tie.
"There! Perfect," Hyunseung chuckles, running his fingers over it lovingly. "If you were so jealous, you could have just said so you know! I'm perfectly capable of sharing."
His mocking laughter rings through Junhyung's ears, even after he leaves to go bother Kikwang and the stylist-noona their bandmate is trying to hit on, and Junhyung can't even find the energy to even try to unattach the tail.
Doojoon comes over a few minutes later, looking as worn out as Junhyung feels, and leans against the wall beside him.
"Yoseob and Dongwoon want to fill the bathtub with ramyun when we get home and have a ramyun eating contest. With me refereeing."
"Hyunseung is going out on stage wearing roadkill on his head and there's nothing I can say that will convince him not to."
They both sigh simultaneously, too dazed to notice the collective laughter of their fellow group members on the other side of the room.
"Are you really gonna wear that on stage?" Yoseob asks between gasps of laughter, pointing at Hyunseung's hat. Dongwoon leans beside him, trying to cover his mouth as if that will keep the chuckles from leaking out and reaching either Doojoon or Junhyung's ears.
Hyunseung chuckles, stroking the giant ball of fur next to his left ear fondly. "Just once or twice. I think Junhyung would actually die of embarrassment if I made a habit of it, but seeing his and the fans' reactions would definitely be worth it. And like he has room to talk, he was the one with a bird's nest on his head during our last promotions."
"And you told him he was just jealous of the fur?" Kikwang interrupts, joining their little circle, "I can't believe you, Hyunseung!"
The four of them laugh -- Hyunseung louder than the others -- and only stop when one of the PDs tells them they're up next.
When Hyunseung turns to look at him, Junhyung still has the tail clipped to the front of his shirt. Luckily for their rapper, Hyunseung has something resembling a conscience and clips it off for him before they're ushered towards the stage.
"Hey," he whispers before they sit down on the chairs set up for them on stage. Junhyung looks over at him, his eyes slowly refocusing until he looks just as alert as he usually does, "I wasn't lying about it looking great on you."
Junhyung looks like he's going to be sick, but holds it back for the camera zooming in on their faces.
Hyunseung wants to grin at his reaction, and doesn't even bother holding it back.
Author: Avirjin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1484
Fandom: Beast
Focus: Hyunseung and Junhyung; ninja!Junseung
Genre: Gen
A/N: A reply to this prompt. However, I'm not really sure if I'm gonna post it because idk if it's really all that good. :\ Maybe as Christmas comes closer and if no one else replies, I will. Hyunseung is supposed to have a (twisted) sense of humor, and Junhyung definitely isn't acting at all gangster here, lol. This is set before their performance at the Campus Song Festival where Hyunseung wore this ridiculous hat that most of the fans I've seen hated.
"What do you think about this?" Hyunseung asks seriously, holding out what could only be described as some sort of glorified roadkill. The tail is long and bushy and the fur shines eerily in the fluorescent lighting and Junhyung's first instinct is to smack it out of the other's hands before it can turn around and bite one of them or something.
"No," he says, looking anywhere else but at Hyunseung, "as a fellow group member, and as a friend, I am saying there is absolutely no way I can let you go out on stage wearing that."
He can see Hyunseung sulking at the rebuke, even if he isn't looking directly at him. If Junhyung hadn't been through so many girls and their "oppa-pout-wiggle" ploys and guilt trips, maybe he would have given in and just let Hyunseung wear the damn thing, as hideous as it looked.
But one look at it -- the fur, the stripes, the ridiculous puff-balls on either side -- and any sympathy he might have had for Hyunseung not getting his way reverts to sympathy for himself for having to go through this. Wasn't it Doojoon's job as leader to deal with all of this, after all? He was the one supposed to be doing all of the hard work and the heavy lifting and standing up to the combined forces of stupid that were the rest of the guys in their group.
Junhyung glances over at Doojoon, and any hope he had of dumping this mess on his leader withers away at the sight.
Doojoon is trapped in a corner of the room between Yoseob and Dongwoon who are acting like they're ten year olds on a sugar high, probably harassing him or trying to convince him to do something at their level of stupidity. He can't exactly make out what's being said, but if anything it looks like Doojoon is fighting his own losing battle.
"Why would you even want to wear it?" he asks, turning back to the problem in front of him and trying a different approach. It's something that he sees Doojoon always pulling on Kikwang, making him question his choices or some bullshit like that. Junhyung can't really remember the last time it worked, but he's rather desperate, seeing as they go on in twenty minutes. This is almost as bad as pre-debut when Hyunseung kept whining and whining about wanting to be different and unique and ended up with two-toned hair slashed up in the worst way possible.
Hyunseung quiets down, turning to look at the mass of faux fur in his hands and observing it. His expression becomes somewhat thoughtful -- that stupid dazed look Kikwang and Yoseob like making fun of when they aren't pulling it off themselves -- and for a second, Junhyung thinks he's on the brink of victory.
"Why wouldn't I?" Hyunseung suddenly grins, plopping it right on the top of his head. He looks pleased enough, with how the puff-balls cover his ears and the body of it covers most of his hair. The tail hangs on the side of his head, waving like some sort of flag and Junhyung resists the urge to yank it off right there. "It's fluffy and cute and keeps my head warm."
All Junhyung can really do is stare.
"No," Junhyung groans, "no, no, no, no, no. When management told us they were giving us more creative license with our concepts, I do not think they meant letting us wear roadkill on our heads!"
Hyunseung pouts, prodding the tail with his finger and letting it swing back and forth. Junhyung feels his left eye twitch in sync with it.
"They've let us wear faux fur before," Hyunseung tries to reason, grabbing Junhyung's hands before he can do anything drastic. "Remember, Junhyung? The MV shooting?"
Seeing as those outfits -- mainly Dongwoon's fur-covered sleeves -- were things Junhyung would rather forget, he was pretty sure that example was not helping things. He had been just as embarrassed then as he was going to be if Hyunseung walked out on stage wearing an abomination bigger than his face on top of his head.
"Okay, look," he tries again, futilely attempting to yank his hands from Hyunseung's death grip, "you... The group.. I mean -- you have such nice hair!"
Hyunseung blinks, even manages to tilt his head a little, and Junhyung wants to crawl back into the company van and just die.
"I don't mean it that way! What I mean is," he amends, "one of your best selling points is your hair -- no matter how much you manage to butcher it sometimes." He thinks briefly of Hyunseung's debut hairstyle, but stops himself before he can start ranting on how embarrassing that had been. "And, really, some of our fans come just to see you look pretty. Your hat would be covering all of that up!"
For a moment, it seems like Hyunseung is taking his words into consideration, musing thoughtfully on the implications of it all. But just as Junhyung realizes the flaw in his argument, the other boy's eyes darken.
"You're saying I'm nothing more than a pretty face?" he hisses, his grip on Junhyung's hands tightening.
'Fuck,' Junhyung thinks to himself.
"No!" he says desperately, feeling the situation growing worse by the second. "You're an awesome singer and an awesome dancer and I'm saying you don't need some stupid fur hat to stick out to people, you just need to be yourself!"
And just like that, Hyunseung's good mood is back, a shy, complacent smile brightening up his face.
"Well," he murmurs softly, slowly loosening his hold on Junhyung's hands, "I was thinking the tail was a little ridiculous--"
"Thank you," Junhyung breathes, his chest lightening as if Hyunseung's changed mood is contagious, "exactly! That's exactly what I meant, Hyunseung--"
"--Although," Hyunseung continues happily, "I do think the hat looks fine on me. Makes my face look smaller, you know? The tail, however, would look great on you though!"
Before Junhyung can react, Hyunseung has completely released his hands and unclipped the tail from his hat and before he can even think 'It's clippable!?', he finds it attached to the front of his shirt like some sort of parasitic tie.
"There! Perfect," Hyunseung chuckles, running his fingers over it lovingly. "If you were so jealous, you could have just said so you know! I'm perfectly capable of sharing."
His mocking laughter rings through Junhyung's ears, even after he leaves to go bother Kikwang and the stylist-noona their bandmate is trying to hit on, and Junhyung can't even find the energy to even try to unattach the tail.
Doojoon comes over a few minutes later, looking as worn out as Junhyung feels, and leans against the wall beside him.
"Yoseob and Dongwoon want to fill the bathtub with ramyun when we get home and have a ramyun eating contest. With me refereeing."
"Hyunseung is going out on stage wearing roadkill on his head and there's nothing I can say that will convince him not to."
They both sigh simultaneously, too dazed to notice the collective laughter of their fellow group members on the other side of the room.
"Are you really gonna wear that on stage?" Yoseob asks between gasps of laughter, pointing at Hyunseung's hat. Dongwoon leans beside him, trying to cover his mouth as if that will keep the chuckles from leaking out and reaching either Doojoon or Junhyung's ears.
Hyunseung chuckles, stroking the giant ball of fur next to his left ear fondly. "Just once or twice. I think Junhyung would actually die of embarrassment if I made a habit of it, but seeing his and the fans' reactions would definitely be worth it. And like he has room to talk, he was the one with a bird's nest on his head during our last promotions."
"And you told him he was just jealous of the fur?" Kikwang interrupts, joining their little circle, "I can't believe you, Hyunseung!"
The four of them laugh -- Hyunseung louder than the others -- and only stop when one of the PDs tells them they're up next.
When Hyunseung turns to look at him, Junhyung still has the tail clipped to the front of his shirt. Luckily for their rapper, Hyunseung has something resembling a conscience and clips it off for him before they're ushered towards the stage.
"Hey," he whispers before they sit down on the chairs set up for them on stage. Junhyung looks over at him, his eyes slowly refocusing until he looks just as alert as he usually does, "I wasn't lying about it looking great on you."
Junhyung looks like he's going to be sick, but holds it back for the camera zooming in on their faces.
Hyunseung wants to grin at his reaction, and doesn't even bother holding it back.