The Art of Cheating. ;; chapter three
Title; The Art of Cheating.
Fandom/Pairing; Ok Taec Yeon/NG/Park Jae Bum
Rating; PG-13
Summary; Losing Park Jae Bum, Vannie turns to alcohol and accidental sex with his best friend. Oh. Crap.
Chapter Three.
“I am not buying that.”
Taec looked as if I just murdered him. I didn’t understand why he had that look on his face. I mean, really. I didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t my fault he had terrible choice in clothes.
“Vannie, Jay said to buy what I wanted. And this is what I want.”
“No,” I told him again. I couldn’t even explain how hideous the top was. It didn’t even have a colour sequence. It seemed as if some blind person tried to paint something but definitely wasn’t able to. It was gross green and brown colours with some orange and a random streak of black in the middle.
“Why in the world would you wear that?”
“Because it is cool!” he yelled back, rolling his eyes, as if it was obvious. But, no, it wasn’t. the shirt was hideous.
“They not even the same length of sleeves!” I complained.
“Duh,” he told me. “That’s the style.”
“You can buy it with your own money if you want it, but I refuse to.” I started walking away from him and the shirt, going to go and search for some clothes for myself. I really did need some new stuff. I was still wearing some of the same things I did five years ago. It was quite bad. I looked quite bad.
“But Vannie,” he whined, running after me. “I don’t have any money.”
“Sucks for you then,” I told him, not looking back. The women’s section was on another story of the store and I couldn’t seem to find the stairs or escalator or elevator. It felt as if I was walking in circles. I could hear Taec following behind me, he was mumbling random complaints as we walked.
Finally I found the elevator. It was hidden behind a rack of clothes. Honestly, why would they do that? I wanted to go and complain, but I was too tired after walking around the store for so long. I no longer wanted to even look at clothes. I just wanted Taec to pick something out - something that didn’t look so hideous - and then we could go.
“Ok Taec Yeon,” I said, turning around and looking at him. “Stop following me. Go pick something decent out so that we can leave. Or I’ll pick something out for you.”
“Vannie,” he complained, “why are you so mean?”
“Because you dress like a complete idiot! And because anyone I john teshed better look better than you do.”
I hadn’t meant for the second sentence to come out. It really wasn’t supposed to. I really didn’t want to say anything of the like. It hadn’t even crossed my mind before I said it. I felt so weird and wrong and awkward as he looked at me.
“Oh,” was his response, his eyes wide as he looked at me. “That makes sense.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking away from him and over at the elevator. It still hadn’t arrived. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait for it with Taec Yeon looking at me the way he was. “I didn’t mean to say that,” I explained. “I just, well, I just really hate how you dress.”
“It’s fine,” he told me, sighing. “Just don’t diss on the clothes. I dress so much better than you do.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I really didn’t have a good fashion sense. I used to. And then I ran out of money to buy new clothes so I no longer looked any good at all. Some of my clothes didn’t even fit properly. It was a wonder anyone talked to me.
“Fine. How about you go pick out clothes for me and I’ll pick out clothes for you?” I suggested, right as the elevator door opened.
Instead of answering, Taec stepped on the elevator and had the door close, before I could say anything. The last thing I saw was him sticking his tongue out at me.
The story didn’t have a sing normal looking shirt. They must have had blind people design everything in the store. They had a complete pairs of normal pants. I picked out a few pairs of jeans for him. Jeans were safe. Everyone looked good in jeans.
But shirts I just couldn’t find a good one of. There were some nice, normal v-neck shirts, but that was it. I grabbed a few of those, but that was all. I was going through the last rack of shirts when I found one that was almost attractive. It was a red and blue plaid shirt with three courter sleeves. It was really cute, but I had a feeling it would terrible on Taec. I grabbed it anyway, knowing there wasn’t anything better.
Then I went a found a black blazer. I was sure that there wasn’t a single guy that didn’t look good in a blazer. I really hopped it was the case with Taec. I walked over to the elevator, and pressed the button, praying it wouldn’t take as long as it did last time.
Once it came, I went up stairs to the woman’s store. I gasped as the door opened. Taec Yeon was standing in front of me, holding an array of pink dresses. I think I was about to die.
“What are you doing with those?” I asked him, my eyes wide, afraid. He couldn’t be expecting me to actually wear that. He couldn’t. That would just be wrong.
“They’re for you!”
“Oh, God, no.” I shook my head. There was no way I was putting any of those on. “Taec, I’ll on wear those if you wear them as well, all right? I mean not putting on something that pink.”
“Ok Taec Yeon, I hate you. I hate you so much.”
“And you think I love you? You made me wear a dress!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I was dying to see him emerge from the dressing room. I was currently standing outside of his, waiting for him. I was wearing a frilly pink dress. I didn’t want to admit it, but I actually looked good in it. Part of me actually want to keep it.
When he walked out, I was sure I was going to pass out of sure joy. He looked so terrible! And so amazing and so wrong all at once. It definitely didn’t fit the rest of him as he walked around, rolling his eyes, modeling the dress for me.
“Oh, Taec,” I whispered, unable to say anything else. Normally cross dressing weirded me out, but I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying Taec in his dress.
“You look amazing,” he said, walking over towards me. He was grinning, which really wasn’t a good idea with those teeth of his. “Really, you look great.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Taec Yeon. You look amazing yourself.”
He was walking too close to me, inching close and closer. Soon, his body was pressed up against mine and his face was so close to mine. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He couldn’t kiss me. not here, not now. He couldn’t.
Then he reached up and put my hair behind my ear and said, “But your hair is gross.”
Then he stepped away and headed back into the dressing room, to change once again.
Fandom/Pairing; Ok Taec Yeon/NG/Park Jae Bum
Rating; PG-13
Summary; Losing Park Jae Bum, Vannie turns to alcohol and accidental sex with his best friend. Oh. Crap.
Chapter Three.
“I am not buying that.”
Taec looked as if I just murdered him. I didn’t understand why he had that look on his face. I mean, really. I didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t my fault he had terrible choice in clothes.
“Vannie, Jay said to buy what I wanted. And this is what I want.”
“No,” I told him again. I couldn’t even explain how hideous the top was. It didn’t even have a colour sequence. It seemed as if some blind person tried to paint something but definitely wasn’t able to. It was gross green and brown colours with some orange and a random streak of black in the middle.
“Why in the world would you wear that?”
“Because it is cool!” he yelled back, rolling his eyes, as if it was obvious. But, no, it wasn’t. the shirt was hideous.
“They not even the same length of sleeves!” I complained.
“Duh,” he told me. “That’s the style.”
“You can buy it with your own money if you want it, but I refuse to.” I started walking away from him and the shirt, going to go and search for some clothes for myself. I really did need some new stuff. I was still wearing some of the same things I did five years ago. It was quite bad. I looked quite bad.
“But Vannie,” he whined, running after me. “I don’t have any money.”
“Sucks for you then,” I told him, not looking back. The women’s section was on another story of the store and I couldn’t seem to find the stairs or escalator or elevator. It felt as if I was walking in circles. I could hear Taec following behind me, he was mumbling random complaints as we walked.
Finally I found the elevator. It was hidden behind a rack of clothes. Honestly, why would they do that? I wanted to go and complain, but I was too tired after walking around the store for so long. I no longer wanted to even look at clothes. I just wanted Taec to pick something out - something that didn’t look so hideous - and then we could go.
“Ok Taec Yeon,” I said, turning around and looking at him. “Stop following me. Go pick something decent out so that we can leave. Or I’ll pick something out for you.”
“Vannie,” he complained, “why are you so mean?”
“Because you dress like a complete idiot! And because anyone I john teshed better look better than you do.”
I hadn’t meant for the second sentence to come out. It really wasn’t supposed to. I really didn’t want to say anything of the like. It hadn’t even crossed my mind before I said it. I felt so weird and wrong and awkward as he looked at me.
“Oh,” was his response, his eyes wide as he looked at me. “That makes sense.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking away from him and over at the elevator. It still hadn’t arrived. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait for it with Taec Yeon looking at me the way he was. “I didn’t mean to say that,” I explained. “I just, well, I just really hate how you dress.”
“It’s fine,” he told me, sighing. “Just don’t diss on the clothes. I dress so much better than you do.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I really didn’t have a good fashion sense. I used to. And then I ran out of money to buy new clothes so I no longer looked any good at all. Some of my clothes didn’t even fit properly. It was a wonder anyone talked to me.
“Fine. How about you go pick out clothes for me and I’ll pick out clothes for you?” I suggested, right as the elevator door opened.
Instead of answering, Taec stepped on the elevator and had the door close, before I could say anything. The last thing I saw was him sticking his tongue out at me.
The story didn’t have a sing normal looking shirt. They must have had blind people design everything in the store. They had a complete pairs of normal pants. I picked out a few pairs of jeans for him. Jeans were safe. Everyone looked good in jeans.
But shirts I just couldn’t find a good one of. There were some nice, normal v-neck shirts, but that was it. I grabbed a few of those, but that was all. I was going through the last rack of shirts when I found one that was almost attractive. It was a red and blue plaid shirt with three courter sleeves. It was really cute, but I had a feeling it would terrible on Taec. I grabbed it anyway, knowing there wasn’t anything better.
Then I went a found a black blazer. I was sure that there wasn’t a single guy that didn’t look good in a blazer. I really hopped it was the case with Taec. I walked over to the elevator, and pressed the button, praying it wouldn’t take as long as it did last time.
Once it came, I went up stairs to the woman’s store. I gasped as the door opened. Taec Yeon was standing in front of me, holding an array of pink dresses. I think I was about to die.
“What are you doing with those?” I asked him, my eyes wide, afraid. He couldn’t be expecting me to actually wear that. He couldn’t. That would just be wrong.
“They’re for you!”
“Oh, God, no.” I shook my head. There was no way I was putting any of those on. “Taec, I’ll on wear those if you wear them as well, all right? I mean not putting on something that pink.”
“Ok Taec Yeon, I hate you. I hate you so much.”
“And you think I love you? You made me wear a dress!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I was dying to see him emerge from the dressing room. I was currently standing outside of his, waiting for him. I was wearing a frilly pink dress. I didn’t want to admit it, but I actually looked good in it. Part of me actually want to keep it.
When he walked out, I was sure I was going to pass out of sure joy. He looked so terrible! And so amazing and so wrong all at once. It definitely didn’t fit the rest of him as he walked around, rolling his eyes, modeling the dress for me.
“Oh, Taec,” I whispered, unable to say anything else. Normally cross dressing weirded me out, but I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying Taec in his dress.
“You look amazing,” he said, walking over towards me. He was grinning, which really wasn’t a good idea with those teeth of his. “Really, you look great.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Taec Yeon. You look amazing yourself.”
He was walking too close to me, inching close and closer. Soon, his body was pressed up against mine and his face was so close to mine. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He couldn’t kiss me. not here, not now. He couldn’t.
Then he reached up and put my hair behind my ear and said, “But your hair is gross.”
Then he stepped away and headed back into the dressing room, to change once again.