two drabbles! [suju, f(x)]
i wrote these for au summer round two. originally posted on my tumblr.
the first is for kyumyeon and the second for yubat~.
coffee shop klutz
519w. pg. yesung/ryeowook. jongwoon owns a cafe and is searching for workers; ryeowook applies for a job.
jongwoon is tired.
kyuhyun is talking incessantly on the phone instead of scrubbing countertops, the bells on the front door won’t stop ringing, and some kid a few booths over has decided that now would be the perfect time for a temper tantrum. most days at the coffee shop are not this rough, but today - well, today sucks. jongwoon just wants to go home to his bed and his ipod and his pet turtles. (they may not come when he calls them, but hey, at least they can’t talk on the phone.)
the man sighs as the bells signify the arrival of yet another customer. business is booming, and while that’s normally a good thing, jongwoon is too busy conducting interviews to help serve. and with kyuhyun being his only on duty employee, things aren’t exactly progressing in the swift, timely manner that he would like.
“kyuhyun-ah,” he chides. “get off the phone and help the new customers that just walked in, please.”
kyuhyun - his apron messy and stained from all the times he’s spilled coffee on himself trying to do “tricks” - rolls his eyes and groans. “sorry joonmyun, i gotta go, my boss is yelling at me. i’ll call you back later!” he says into his phone, glaring at jongwoon as he hangs up. jongwoon sighs.
as his disgruntled employee gets to work, jongwoon turns back to the man in front of him, offering a meek smile. “sorry about that,” he says, shrugging. “this is why we need more staff. he hardly ever does any work.”
the man grins and nods, shifting nervously in his seat. “it’s okay!” he squeaks.
“now, where were we?”
this interview is just like the ten others he’s done today. the applicant - ryeowook, he had said - is apprehensive and fidgety and has no work experience save for a short employment period at a mcdonald’s. jongwoon asks him the same set of questions that he has asked every person before ryeowook, and in return, he gets common answers. nothing about him stands out. and yet, at the same time, something does.
ryeowook is sweet. jongwoon has noticed that much, from the way he keeps sending worried looks over at the screaming child by the window, and by the genuine tone of his voice that jongwoon can’t help but pick up. and so, despite the fact that he had nearly tripped over himself while walking in the door, jongwoon decides to hire him.
three days later, as a frazzled ryeowook tells a customer that he’ll remake their latte as soon as he finds out where the caramel dispenser went, jongwoon watches him with a chuckle.
“why did you hire him, again? that siwon guy looked so much more capable,” kyuhyun complains, mashing the buttons of his psp aimlessly while he speaks.
the elder shrugs just as ryeowook knocks someone’s coffee off a table. “i don’t know, he’s cute,” jongwoon says with a chuckle. “...now go help him before he hurts someone.”
kyuhyun groans and slams his head against the countertop.
“i knew i should have quit this job ages ago.”
rock and roll and girls
316w. pg. f(x) ot5. f(x) is a rock band, and jinri isn't paying attention.
“five, six, seven, eight!”
amber’s voice rings clear through the musty garage air, her drumsticks clapping together with the beat. qian begins to play the opening chords of the song on her keyboard, and soojung’s fingers pluck at the strings of her bass.
sunyoung opens her mouth to sing, but stops short when she notices that something is missing.
“yah, jinri-ah,” she whines, prodding the tall redhead with her foot. jinri starts, whipping around to face the rest of the band with wide eyes.
“huh? what?”
soojung groans. amber chuckles. “stop daydreaming,” sunyoung says with a sigh, gesturing towards jinri’s electric guitar. “we need to practice or we’ll never beat those exo jerks in the next round of battle of the bands. they have too many fangirls, and we can’t afford to sit around any longer.”
jinri bites her lip and adjusts her guitar strap. “oops.” a light giggle escapes her throat. “i thought we were starting on one, two, three, four, though? i didn’t hear the queue, i’m sorry.”
“when did we say that? it’s always been five, six, seven, eight. pay attention,” soojung scoffs. jinri sticks her tongue out at her best friend in retaliation, and qian clears her throat.
“guys, come on,” the eldest says. “let’s focus.”
“yeah, soojung, focus,” jinri teases, a light smile on her face. the younger makes a noise that is somewhere between a hiss and a strangled growl.
amber lets out another laugh before raising her drumsticks once again, foot on the pedal and ready to rock. “alright, ready?” she asks. “five, six, seven, eight!”
qian plays the opening chords. soojung riffs mindlessly on the bass. sunyoung opens her mouth to sing, and...
nothing.
“jinri!”
“what?!” jinri stares at her bandmates, a look of genuine confusion on her face. “...aren’t we starting on one, two, three, four?”
soojung’s noises of distress grow louder and louder by the minute.
the first is for kyumyeon and the second for yubat~.
coffee shop klutz
519w. pg. yesung/ryeowook. jongwoon owns a cafe and is searching for workers; ryeowook applies for a job.
jongwoon is tired.
kyuhyun is talking incessantly on the phone instead of scrubbing countertops, the bells on the front door won’t stop ringing, and some kid a few booths over has decided that now would be the perfect time for a temper tantrum. most days at the coffee shop are not this rough, but today - well, today sucks. jongwoon just wants to go home to his bed and his ipod and his pet turtles. (they may not come when he calls them, but hey, at least they can’t talk on the phone.)
the man sighs as the bells signify the arrival of yet another customer. business is booming, and while that’s normally a good thing, jongwoon is too busy conducting interviews to help serve. and with kyuhyun being his only on duty employee, things aren’t exactly progressing in the swift, timely manner that he would like.
“kyuhyun-ah,” he chides. “get off the phone and help the new customers that just walked in, please.”
kyuhyun - his apron messy and stained from all the times he’s spilled coffee on himself trying to do “tricks” - rolls his eyes and groans. “sorry joonmyun, i gotta go, my boss is yelling at me. i’ll call you back later!” he says into his phone, glaring at jongwoon as he hangs up. jongwoon sighs.
as his disgruntled employee gets to work, jongwoon turns back to the man in front of him, offering a meek smile. “sorry about that,” he says, shrugging. “this is why we need more staff. he hardly ever does any work.”
the man grins and nods, shifting nervously in his seat. “it’s okay!” he squeaks.
“now, where were we?”
this interview is just like the ten others he’s done today. the applicant - ryeowook, he had said - is apprehensive and fidgety and has no work experience save for a short employment period at a mcdonald’s. jongwoon asks him the same set of questions that he has asked every person before ryeowook, and in return, he gets common answers. nothing about him stands out. and yet, at the same time, something does.
ryeowook is sweet. jongwoon has noticed that much, from the way he keeps sending worried looks over at the screaming child by the window, and by the genuine tone of his voice that jongwoon can’t help but pick up. and so, despite the fact that he had nearly tripped over himself while walking in the door, jongwoon decides to hire him.
three days later, as a frazzled ryeowook tells a customer that he’ll remake their latte as soon as he finds out where the caramel dispenser went, jongwoon watches him with a chuckle.
“why did you hire him, again? that siwon guy looked so much more capable,” kyuhyun complains, mashing the buttons of his psp aimlessly while he speaks.
the elder shrugs just as ryeowook knocks someone’s coffee off a table. “i don’t know, he’s cute,” jongwoon says with a chuckle. “...now go help him before he hurts someone.”
kyuhyun groans and slams his head against the countertop.
“i knew i should have quit this job ages ago.”
rock and roll and girls
316w. pg. f(x) ot5. f(x) is a rock band, and jinri isn't paying attention.
“five, six, seven, eight!”
amber’s voice rings clear through the musty garage air, her drumsticks clapping together with the beat. qian begins to play the opening chords of the song on her keyboard, and soojung’s fingers pluck at the strings of her bass.
sunyoung opens her mouth to sing, but stops short when she notices that something is missing.
“yah, jinri-ah,” she whines, prodding the tall redhead with her foot. jinri starts, whipping around to face the rest of the band with wide eyes.
“huh? what?”
soojung groans. amber chuckles. “stop daydreaming,” sunyoung says with a sigh, gesturing towards jinri’s electric guitar. “we need to practice or we’ll never beat those exo jerks in the next round of battle of the bands. they have too many fangirls, and we can’t afford to sit around any longer.”
jinri bites her lip and adjusts her guitar strap. “oops.” a light giggle escapes her throat. “i thought we were starting on one, two, three, four, though? i didn’t hear the queue, i’m sorry.”
“when did we say that? it’s always been five, six, seven, eight. pay attention,” soojung scoffs. jinri sticks her tongue out at her best friend in retaliation, and qian clears her throat.
“guys, come on,” the eldest says. “let’s focus.”
“yeah, soojung, focus,” jinri teases, a light smile on her face. the younger makes a noise that is somewhere between a hiss and a strangled growl.
amber lets out another laugh before raising her drumsticks once again, foot on the pedal and ready to rock. “alright, ready?” she asks. “five, six, seven, eight!”
qian plays the opening chords. soojung riffs mindlessly on the bass. sunyoung opens her mouth to sing, and...
nothing.
“jinri!”
“what?!” jinri stares at her bandmates, a look of genuine confusion on her face. “...aren’t we starting on one, two, three, four?”
soojung’s noises of distress grow louder and louder by the minute.