[01.] of cheating and miniskirts
[01.] of cheating and miniskirts
in which minhwan and myungsoo call/tweet/text each other || g
“We’re going to Japan tomorrow to promote,” Myungsoo says to Minhwan. Myungsoo’s voice is slightly distorted by the bad connection, crackling at odd points, but Minhwan can still hear the excitement in his voice. Myungsoo sighs. “I’ll need to learn Japanese properly.”
Minhwan smiles. “You should practise with me,” he replies, “I learnt for two years.” He hears Myungsoo scoff, and laughs a bit to himself.
“No thanks, I have Yuu-hyung for that,” Myungsoo says. Minhwan huffs indignantly.
“Fine, run to him then. Ignore poor Minhwannie.”
There’s a knock at the dressing room door, and a staff member dressed in black comes in and signals ten minutes. Minhwan nods, rising from his seat.
“And Minhwannie has to go now,” he mourns into the phone, “but ganbarimasu!”
“Ok. Arigatou,” he hears, and he grins to himself as he hangs up.
Minhwan decides to check his twitter when they’ve finished their dry rehearsal. An update from some girl groups, some staff member he hasn’t talked to for ages, a backstage picture from Hongki, and -- his lips twitch upwards -- something from Myungsoo.
He taps on the picture, grinning as it finally loads. Don’t cheat on me, the last line of the sign Myungsoo’s holding reads, and Minhwan chuckles lightly before tweeting something in reply.
i’ll meet someone else~ without you hehehe
Two minutes later his phone vibrates. It’s a text from Myungsoo.
yah, minhwan, you too! don’t cheat on me! it reads. Minhwan chuckles in glee.
don’t worry, he texts back, i’ll find you in japan.
it’s a promise, the next text says. Minhwan sticks his tongue out at his phone screen.
“Who are you texting?”
Seunghyun peers over his shoulder curiously, sitting down next to him. Minhwan shoves the phone back in his pocket.
“No one,” he says, grinning. He picks up his drumsticks and twirls them around absentmindedly. “Hey, we’re going to Japan next month, right?”
Seunghyun narrows his eyes suspiciously at him. “Don’t tell me you found yourself a cute Japanese girlfriend or something.”
Inspired by Seunghyun’s words, an image of Myungsoo in a miniskirt striking a victory pose flashes in front of Minhwan’s eyes, and Minhwan can’t stop himself from bursting out into laughter. Even in his head, Myungsoo makes the most awkward looking girl ever. He would pay to see this happen.
“Well,” Minhwan says after he’s calmed down. Seunghyun’s staring at him, one eyebrow raised. Minhwan smiles. He has a plan. “You’ll see.”
hey myungsoo, you wouldn’t happen to own any miniskirts, would you?
no, why...?
oh, nothing. have fun in japan. ^_^
in which minhwan and myungsoo call/tweet/text each other || g
“We’re going to Japan tomorrow to promote,” Myungsoo says to Minhwan. Myungsoo’s voice is slightly distorted by the bad connection, crackling at odd points, but Minhwan can still hear the excitement in his voice. Myungsoo sighs. “I’ll need to learn Japanese properly.”
Minhwan smiles. “You should practise with me,” he replies, “I learnt for two years.” He hears Myungsoo scoff, and laughs a bit to himself.
“No thanks, I have Yuu-hyung for that,” Myungsoo says. Minhwan huffs indignantly.
“Fine, run to him then. Ignore poor Minhwannie.”
There’s a knock at the dressing room door, and a staff member dressed in black comes in and signals ten minutes. Minhwan nods, rising from his seat.
“And Minhwannie has to go now,” he mourns into the phone, “but ganbarimasu!”
“Ok. Arigatou,” he hears, and he grins to himself as he hangs up.
Minhwan decides to check his twitter when they’ve finished their dry rehearsal. An update from some girl groups, some staff member he hasn’t talked to for ages, a backstage picture from Hongki, and -- his lips twitch upwards -- something from Myungsoo.
He taps on the picture, grinning as it finally loads. Don’t cheat on me, the last line of the sign Myungsoo’s holding reads, and Minhwan chuckles lightly before tweeting something in reply.
i’ll meet someone else~ without you hehehe
Two minutes later his phone vibrates. It’s a text from Myungsoo.
yah, minhwan, you too! don’t cheat on me! it reads. Minhwan chuckles in glee.
don’t worry, he texts back, i’ll find you in japan.
it’s a promise, the next text says. Minhwan sticks his tongue out at his phone screen.
“Who are you texting?”
Seunghyun peers over his shoulder curiously, sitting down next to him. Minhwan shoves the phone back in his pocket.
“No one,” he says, grinning. He picks up his drumsticks and twirls them around absentmindedly. “Hey, we’re going to Japan next month, right?”
Seunghyun narrows his eyes suspiciously at him. “Don’t tell me you found yourself a cute Japanese girlfriend or something.”
Inspired by Seunghyun’s words, an image of Myungsoo in a miniskirt striking a victory pose flashes in front of Minhwan’s eyes, and Minhwan can’t stop himself from bursting out into laughter. Even in his head, Myungsoo makes the most awkward looking girl ever. He would pay to see this happen.
“Well,” Minhwan says after he’s calmed down. Seunghyun’s staring at him, one eyebrow raised. Minhwan smiles. He has a plan. “You’ll see.”
hey myungsoo, you wouldn’t happen to own any miniskirts, would you?
no, why...?
oh, nothing. have fun in japan. ^_^