Mind the Gap/ How EXO got lost in London
Title: Mind the Gap aka. How EXO got lost in London (1/2)
Author: clubotaku
Pairing: Vague Kris/Luhan, Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: PG
Summary: Management sends EXO to cheer on their countrymen in the Olympics. Joonmyun despairs, Tao represents, Minseok uses Mandarin, people are arrested and Kris doesn't care.
In hindsight, Joonmyun thinks he should have protested more against this trip.
2 weeks ago, June
“The nation’s little sister is supporting our athletes! Her face will be broadcasted on major news stations across the world! The wave of Hallyu is spreading, inch by inch across the globe and you must be at the forefront by getting as much coverage as you can,” cried one of the higher ups.
“If someone as delicate as IU is willing to fly across the globe to send love and support to our countrymen, in addition to getting publicity, there’s no reason you can’t do the same.”
The look on Kris’s face clearly says otherwise but he remains silent, sitting cross-legged at the far-end of the table, judging. Joonmyun freezes as their eyes meet.
“Um”
“Think of it as a holiday!” says K’s manager, “For you and for me! You get to watch the Olympics and I get a break from baby-sitting.” He beams and M’s manager nods in assent.
“But… English,” says Joonmyun, hoping, hoping someone here will listen to reason.
There is silence as everyone thinks for a moment…
“Kris does.”
Joonmyun despairs.
July
Baekhyun screams as a double-decker nearly runs him over and barely manages to pull Chanyeol away from the road as a cab driver lets out a stream of expletives and gestures.
“Take your oyster-card and shove it up your arsehole!” Chanyeol waves happily as the cab disappears.
Passerby’s gasp in shock at his language. Baekhyun looks at the remains of his map, drowning in a puddle of grime and quite possibly, what smells like urine. Chanyeol is now filming the pigeons, trying to work out who they will poo on next, walking backwards as he attempts to do his best David Attenborough impression. To Baekhyun, it’s just incoherent babbling. To the English, it probably is. He wonders what the word for ‘map’ in English is.
Tao doesn’t quite know where he is or where the rest of M is. Kris had told them to stay put while he went to the bathroom but Minseok had wandered off after smelling something tasty and Jongdae had followed, seeking comfort in their mother-tongue. Yixing… Yixing and Luhan had been giggling over something in Luhan’s backpack and with a quick wink to Tao, both left. Left alone, Tao tried to follow in the direction Kris had taken off in and somehow, ended up taking what he would call a rather relaxing stroll in which he zones out, the hustle and bustle of the city becoming a blur. Not quite as nice as on a beach, but a stroll nonetheless. He feels a little guilty but still they abandoned me first! Kris-ge would probably get mad and Joonmyun-hyung would probably have a panic attack once they realize… And his train of thought is promptly cut off when a familiar face dashes out of what he read was called a ‘pub’-Chanyeol had been looking forward to visiting one and had taken to singing ‘pub’ to the tune of T-ara’s “Roly-Poly”-and vomits next to Tao’s shoe.
The self-proclaimed romantic kung-fu panda stares in disbelief.
“Kai Zou-ge?”
The three-time gold medallist of the Beijing Olympics groans… And projectile-vomits on a poodle. Tao feels like going on another stroll.
In a cramped restaurant in Chinatown, two Koreans chow down on the only thing Minseok had the confidence of ordering in Chinese.
“This baozi is delicious,” says Jongdae, wincing as waiter slams down their teapot and goes off to the next table to throw a few plates of dumplings down, muttering irately in Cantonese. He eyes the steaming prawns.
“Yes, I am delicious,” says Minseok, and promptly yells “1 more! Baozi! Baozi! Prease thank you!”
“Do you think the others are ok?” asks Jongdae, a little concerned. They’d lost K three hours ago after they’d all lost Baekhyun and Chanyeol, and their little trip to Chinatown was taking longer than expected.
Minseok paused, the hot juice from the dumpling he’d just taken from the next table rolling down his chin. He shrugged and gave the other Korean a confident smile.
“I’m sure duizhang is looking for us.”
Standing in an overly crowded train station, surrounded by sweating tourists and screaming kids, isolated from his band members who were probably going to end up working as illegal waiters or (in Luhan’s case) being abducted by perverts, Kris felt like he should probably care a little more. A girl dashed in front of him and he quickly tripped her, pulling the front of his cap lower as she looked around trying to figure out who did it. Stepping forward to claim his prize, he basked in the glory of it all, soaking in cherished childhood memories. Around him the crowd swelled, murmuring, but no-one dared to approach the menacing figure who held the trolley in a death-grip. Eyes closed, Kris’s mouth turned into a smug smile, thoughts of his band members gone.
He was on mother*cking Platform 9¾ b*tches, and nobody was going to take his magical moment away from him.
A/N:With the London Olympics ending I couldn't resist 8) The song that also helped inspire this, which Chanyeol yells a line of at the cab is the evergreen, "London Underground" by Amateur Transplants. Tally on chaps!
Author: clubotaku
Pairing: Vague Kris/Luhan, Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: PG
Summary: Management sends EXO to cheer on their countrymen in the Olympics. Joonmyun despairs, Tao represents, Minseok uses Mandarin, people are arrested and Kris doesn't care.
In hindsight, Joonmyun thinks he should have protested more against this trip.
2 weeks ago, June
“The nation’s little sister is supporting our athletes! Her face will be broadcasted on major news stations across the world! The wave of Hallyu is spreading, inch by inch across the globe and you must be at the forefront by getting as much coverage as you can,” cried one of the higher ups.
“If someone as delicate as IU is willing to fly across the globe to send love and support to our countrymen, in addition to getting publicity, there’s no reason you can’t do the same.”
The look on Kris’s face clearly says otherwise but he remains silent, sitting cross-legged at the far-end of the table, judging. Joonmyun freezes as their eyes meet.
“Um”
“Think of it as a holiday!” says K’s manager, “For you and for me! You get to watch the Olympics and I get a break from baby-sitting.” He beams and M’s manager nods in assent.
“But… English,” says Joonmyun, hoping, hoping someone here will listen to reason.
There is silence as everyone thinks for a moment…
“Kris does.”
Joonmyun despairs.
July
Baekhyun screams as a double-decker nearly runs him over and barely manages to pull Chanyeol away from the road as a cab driver lets out a stream of expletives and gestures.
“Take your oyster-card and shove it up your arsehole!” Chanyeol waves happily as the cab disappears.
Passerby’s gasp in shock at his language. Baekhyun looks at the remains of his map, drowning in a puddle of grime and quite possibly, what smells like urine. Chanyeol is now filming the pigeons, trying to work out who they will poo on next, walking backwards as he attempts to do his best David Attenborough impression. To Baekhyun, it’s just incoherent babbling. To the English, it probably is. He wonders what the word for ‘map’ in English is.
Tao doesn’t quite know where he is or where the rest of M is. Kris had told them to stay put while he went to the bathroom but Minseok had wandered off after smelling something tasty and Jongdae had followed, seeking comfort in their mother-tongue. Yixing… Yixing and Luhan had been giggling over something in Luhan’s backpack and with a quick wink to Tao, both left. Left alone, Tao tried to follow in the direction Kris had taken off in and somehow, ended up taking what he would call a rather relaxing stroll in which he zones out, the hustle and bustle of the city becoming a blur. Not quite as nice as on a beach, but a stroll nonetheless. He feels a little guilty but still they abandoned me first! Kris-ge would probably get mad and Joonmyun-hyung would probably have a panic attack once they realize… And his train of thought is promptly cut off when a familiar face dashes out of what he read was called a ‘pub’-Chanyeol had been looking forward to visiting one and had taken to singing ‘pub’ to the tune of T-ara’s “Roly-Poly”-and vomits next to Tao’s shoe.
The self-proclaimed romantic kung-fu panda stares in disbelief.
“Kai Zou-ge?”
The three-time gold medallist of the Beijing Olympics groans… And projectile-vomits on a poodle. Tao feels like going on another stroll.
In a cramped restaurant in Chinatown, two Koreans chow down on the only thing Minseok had the confidence of ordering in Chinese.
“This baozi is delicious,” says Jongdae, wincing as waiter slams down their teapot and goes off to the next table to throw a few plates of dumplings down, muttering irately in Cantonese. He eyes the steaming prawns.
“Yes, I am delicious,” says Minseok, and promptly yells “1 more! Baozi! Baozi! Prease thank you!”
“Do you think the others are ok?” asks Jongdae, a little concerned. They’d lost K three hours ago after they’d all lost Baekhyun and Chanyeol, and their little trip to Chinatown was taking longer than expected.
Minseok paused, the hot juice from the dumpling he’d just taken from the next table rolling down his chin. He shrugged and gave the other Korean a confident smile.
“I’m sure duizhang is looking for us.”
Standing in an overly crowded train station, surrounded by sweating tourists and screaming kids, isolated from his band members who were probably going to end up working as illegal waiters or (in Luhan’s case) being abducted by perverts, Kris felt like he should probably care a little more. A girl dashed in front of him and he quickly tripped her, pulling the front of his cap lower as she looked around trying to figure out who did it. Stepping forward to claim his prize, he basked in the glory of it all, soaking in cherished childhood memories. Around him the crowd swelled, murmuring, but no-one dared to approach the menacing figure who held the trolley in a death-grip. Eyes closed, Kris’s mouth turned into a smug smile, thoughts of his band members gone.
He was on mother*cking Platform 9¾ b*tches, and nobody was going to take his magical moment away from him.
A/N:With the London Olympics ending I couldn't resist 8) The song that also helped inspire this, which Chanyeol yells a line of at the cab is the evergreen, "London Underground" by Amateur Transplants. Tally on chaps!