fangirl repellant; b.a.p; ot6
fangirl repellant
b.a.p; delusional himchan
this is crack obvs
"When we debut," Himchan says majestically, hands clasped behind his back as five sweaty boys stare up him from their place on the floor. "I will be the visual. Okay?"
Yongguk blinks, then frowns, his mouth curling downward. "Wait, so this is what we cut off our practice for? You said you were going to say something of Utmost Importance, with the caps and all."
"But this is of Utmost Importance!" Himchan reasons defensively. Junhong coughs out something that suspiciously sounds like "self-centeredcoughandcoughdelusionalcough" but Himchan lets it slide, knowing that someone as young as Junhong couldn't possibly grasp the direness of the situation he had surreptitiously laid upon them.
Yongguk raises an eyebrow, obviously unconvinced. A little to his left, Jongup snores and drools against the studio mirror he had been leaning on moments ago. Meanwhile, Daehyun and Youngjae are deeply engaged in a not-talking contest, with Youngjae close to admitting defeat, his cheeks already puffing out with the backlog of words jammed in his throat.
"Look," Yongguk sighs, kneading his temples with long, delicate fingers. "if I say yes, can we get back to practicing?"
"I need the other members' approval too. The last thing I want is Daehyun setting up a propaganda against me in the long run."
Daehyun's head shoots up at the mention of his name, a "Why me?" expression evident on his face. Himchan chooses to ignore it.
"Okay, fine, whatever." Yongguk stands up to his feet, wobbling a bit before he regains full control of his legs. "Guys, yeah, legit figure of authority talking right now--" the rest of the members straighten their backs in attention, including Jongup who quickly wipes the excess saliva off his face with the back of his hand, "all in favor of Kim Himchan being the visual, raise your right hand."
Three hands reluctantly come up. Yongguk raises his own hand, which makes four all in all.
"Youngjae," the leader says, exasperated. "do you have any objections? Why isn't your hand up?"
Youngjae merely gazes at him, his eyes glowing with conversation while his mouth remains shut. Himchan sniffs indignantly.
"Him and Daehyun-hyung are playing a game," Junhong finds himself explaining slowly, looking quite unsure himself. "to see who can stay quiet the longest."
This time Yongguk truly, completely, irrevocably gives up on his prospective band mates.
"Just raise your goddamn hand or I swear I'll cut it off and raise it for you." he mutters sharply, enough for Youngjae and the other members (except for Himchan and his gigantic ego) to hear.
Youngjae gulps, the color draining from his face. His hand shoots up almost of its own accord.
Himchan, fully satisfied, puffs his chest out and flashes them a thumbs-up. "I won't let us down! I'll be the best damn visual this industry's ever had, I promise!"
This is met with a glare from Yongguk, and a snore from Jongup as he plasters his face against the mirror once again.
*
Their debut comes and goes, and as promised, Himchan gets to introduce himself as the group's visual, and is, of course, met with no objections at all.
That is, until he searches himself on the internet one fateful afternoon.
"I don't understand." Himchan mumbles almost incoherently, frantically clicking through pages and pages filled with screencaps and fan comments about his 'crazy face' in their Warrior performances. The rest of the members crowd behind him, barely containing their giggles. "Stop laughing, this isn't funny! This is-- this is inhuman! I-- I'm the visual, I shouldn't be treated like this--"
Each sputter only makes him feel more embarrassed and all the more redder, which he hides by practically gluing his face to the screen.
"Stop overreacting," Yongguk says, and it would've helped, really, if not for the amused lilt of his voice. "it's just the fans' way of amusing themselves."
"Well, yes, of course I get that," Himchan responds, now reading intently through every comment. "but what I don't get is why the object of ridicule should be me. I mean, have they looked at Jongup, for god's sake."
"That was so uncalled for, hyung." Jongup pouts, then gets his payback almost instantly as his small eyes squint at a comment Himchan had somehow missed. "Hey, look at that! This fan says that Daehyun-hyung should be the visual instead!"
At this, the rest of the members lean closer to monitor, ignoring Himchan's weak protests as he is slowly crushed by the combined weight of five grown (well, mostly still-growing) boys. Someone snatches the mouse from under his grip, and Himchan has no choice but to admit defeat.
"Daehyun-hyung is Busan's Wonbin!"
"It says here Daehyun-hyung won the visual title the moment he got rid of his mask--"
"Hey, look at all these attractive pictures of Daehyun!"
"Himchan-hyung, this fan says you're a fangirl repellant."
"That's cruel." Himchan says, voice muffled since his face is currently planted against the desk. "That's really cruel."
"I knew Daehyun deserved visual more," Youngjae pipes in, adding salt to the deep, nasty wound that was once Himchan's pride. "that's why I didn't raise my hand that one time--"
"You're only saying that because you want lead vocal all to yourself." Daehyun jabs, although he sounds a bit pleased and flustered all at once.
Eventually the members grow bored, and one by one or two by two they leave Himchan, still faceplanted on the desk. Jongup pats him on the shoulder before leaving, wanting to give at least a bit of comfort, but only manages to make Himchan wheeze against the pressure. Jongup really is a bit too built for his age.
"This is unfair." Himchan says to one in particular. "This is really unfair. I should be visual-- I-- I even held a voting session! I'm the legal one!"
Then, after a few minutes, "Yah, Himchan, get your ass here right now!" Yongguk calls from another room. "We're holding a vote to see who gets to intro as 'crazy face'!"
"Aha aha, that's so funny." Himchan deadpans, but begrudgingly walks to his fate anyway.
b.a.p; delusional himchan
this is crack obvs
"When we debut," Himchan says majestically, hands clasped behind his back as five sweaty boys stare up him from their place on the floor. "I will be the visual. Okay?"
Yongguk blinks, then frowns, his mouth curling downward. "Wait, so this is what we cut off our practice for? You said you were going to say something of Utmost Importance, with the caps and all."
"But this is of Utmost Importance!" Himchan reasons defensively. Junhong coughs out something that suspiciously sounds like "self-centeredcoughandcoughdelusionalcough" but Himchan lets it slide, knowing that someone as young as Junhong couldn't possibly grasp the direness of the situation he had surreptitiously laid upon them.
Yongguk raises an eyebrow, obviously unconvinced. A little to his left, Jongup snores and drools against the studio mirror he had been leaning on moments ago. Meanwhile, Daehyun and Youngjae are deeply engaged in a not-talking contest, with Youngjae close to admitting defeat, his cheeks already puffing out with the backlog of words jammed in his throat.
"Look," Yongguk sighs, kneading his temples with long, delicate fingers. "if I say yes, can we get back to practicing?"
"I need the other members' approval too. The last thing I want is Daehyun setting up a propaganda against me in the long run."
Daehyun's head shoots up at the mention of his name, a "Why me?" expression evident on his face. Himchan chooses to ignore it.
"Okay, fine, whatever." Yongguk stands up to his feet, wobbling a bit before he regains full control of his legs. "Guys, yeah, legit figure of authority talking right now--" the rest of the members straighten their backs in attention, including Jongup who quickly wipes the excess saliva off his face with the back of his hand, "all in favor of Kim Himchan being the visual, raise your right hand."
Three hands reluctantly come up. Yongguk raises his own hand, which makes four all in all.
"Youngjae," the leader says, exasperated. "do you have any objections? Why isn't your hand up?"
Youngjae merely gazes at him, his eyes glowing with conversation while his mouth remains shut. Himchan sniffs indignantly.
"Him and Daehyun-hyung are playing a game," Junhong finds himself explaining slowly, looking quite unsure himself. "to see who can stay quiet the longest."
This time Yongguk truly, completely, irrevocably gives up on his prospective band mates.
"Just raise your goddamn hand or I swear I'll cut it off and raise it for you." he mutters sharply, enough for Youngjae and the other members (except for Himchan and his gigantic ego) to hear.
Youngjae gulps, the color draining from his face. His hand shoots up almost of its own accord.
Himchan, fully satisfied, puffs his chest out and flashes them a thumbs-up. "I won't let us down! I'll be the best damn visual this industry's ever had, I promise!"
This is met with a glare from Yongguk, and a snore from Jongup as he plasters his face against the mirror once again.
*
Their debut comes and goes, and as promised, Himchan gets to introduce himself as the group's visual, and is, of course, met with no objections at all.
That is, until he searches himself on the internet one fateful afternoon.
"I don't understand." Himchan mumbles almost incoherently, frantically clicking through pages and pages filled with screencaps and fan comments about his 'crazy face' in their Warrior performances. The rest of the members crowd behind him, barely containing their giggles. "Stop laughing, this isn't funny! This is-- this is inhuman! I-- I'm the visual, I shouldn't be treated like this--"
Each sputter only makes him feel more embarrassed and all the more redder, which he hides by practically gluing his face to the screen.
"Stop overreacting," Yongguk says, and it would've helped, really, if not for the amused lilt of his voice. "it's just the fans' way of amusing themselves."
"Well, yes, of course I get that," Himchan responds, now reading intently through every comment. "but what I don't get is why the object of ridicule should be me. I mean, have they looked at Jongup, for god's sake."
"That was so uncalled for, hyung." Jongup pouts, then gets his payback almost instantly as his small eyes squint at a comment Himchan had somehow missed. "Hey, look at that! This fan says that Daehyun-hyung should be the visual instead!"
At this, the rest of the members lean closer to monitor, ignoring Himchan's weak protests as he is slowly crushed by the combined weight of five grown (well, mostly still-growing) boys. Someone snatches the mouse from under his grip, and Himchan has no choice but to admit defeat.
"Daehyun-hyung is Busan's Wonbin!"
"It says here Daehyun-hyung won the visual title the moment he got rid of his mask--"
"Hey, look at all these attractive pictures of Daehyun!"
"Himchan-hyung, this fan says you're a fangirl repellant."
"That's cruel." Himchan says, voice muffled since his face is currently planted against the desk. "That's really cruel."
"I knew Daehyun deserved visual more," Youngjae pipes in, adding salt to the deep, nasty wound that was once Himchan's pride. "that's why I didn't raise my hand that one time--"
"You're only saying that because you want lead vocal all to yourself." Daehyun jabs, although he sounds a bit pleased and flustered all at once.
Eventually the members grow bored, and one by one or two by two they leave Himchan, still faceplanted on the desk. Jongup pats him on the shoulder before leaving, wanting to give at least a bit of comfort, but only manages to make Himchan wheeze against the pressure. Jongup really is a bit too built for his age.
"This is unfair." Himchan says to one in particular. "This is really unfair. I should be visual-- I-- I even held a voting session! I'm the legal one!"
Then, after a few minutes, "Yah, Himchan, get your ass here right now!" Yongguk calls from another room. "We're holding a vote to see who gets to intro as 'crazy face'!"
"Aha aha, that's so funny." Himchan deadpans, but begrudgingly walks to his fate anyway.