03 of the MBLAQ 25 fics challenge....years later
This is a freshly written fic. Woo. It's been nearly a year since I wrote anything really...fanfic-esque.
o3. outfit G.O/Joon
“Seriously. We're supposed to wear this?” G.O. groaned at his reflection in the mirror.
“It's not so bad.” Joon smiled and smoothed down the black t-shirt molding to his chest and abdomen.
“For you,” G.O. snarled. “You don't have feathers. Feathers!”
With a laugh, Joon turned from the dressing room mirror. “Hey, you could have sequins like Mir or lace like Thunder.”
“Fuck. Feathers. I look like a damn demented bird. And not even a bird of prey. The feathers are pink.” He turned away from his reflection. “I look like a goddamn flamingo.”
Joon slid an amused gaze over G.O. “Your legs aren't skinny enough for a flamingo.”
“A fat flamingo then.” Barely restrain the urge to rip off all the feathers, he glared at Joon.
“Hey! Don't be mad that I got to be the dragon of the shoot.”
G.O. snorted. “Dragon, my ass. You're a snake. A scaly snake. A slimy little snake.”
“Snakes are not generally slimy.”
“Shut up. Asshole.”
They walked out of the dressing room for their upcoming individual shots in silence. G.O. thought maybe Joon was being wise in keeping his mouth shut as suggested.
“You'd look less demented if you tried to smile.”
G.O. rounded on Joon so fast the younger man stumbled over his own feet and dodged the swinging fist awkwardly. He didn't manage to dodge the second fist and it clipped him right in the jaw.
“What the hell!” Joon sprawled on the floor and cupped his throbbing jaw.
“You said I should try to smile. Now I have a reason.” G.O. grinned and strolled onto the set to commiserate with the two youngest members over their hideous outfits.
“Now you don't look demented. You look like a pleased psychopath,” Joon muttered as he continued to sit on the floor.
Seungho walked up to him and smiled. “You shouldn't poke when he's already pissed off. You know how vain he can be.”
“Why didn't he take it out on you? You're a fucking prince, for fuck's sake. The most normal of all the outfits.” Grabbing Seungho's hand, Joon let the older man help him to his feet.
“I kept my mouth shut, didn't I? I also made sure I got out of the dressing room quickly. Before the full impact of his outfit could hit him.”
Joon narrowed his eyes. “You mean-”
“I absolutely sacrificed you in an effort to save myself.”
“Thanks. Really. Thanks.”
“Hey. He'll forgive you when he gets told how handsome he is in pink feathers.”
Joon shifted his shoulders. “I hope you're right. My jaw can't take another meeting with his fist.”
o3. outfit G.O/Joon
“Seriously. We're supposed to wear this?” G.O. groaned at his reflection in the mirror.
“It's not so bad.” Joon smiled and smoothed down the black t-shirt molding to his chest and abdomen.
“For you,” G.O. snarled. “You don't have feathers. Feathers!”
With a laugh, Joon turned from the dressing room mirror. “Hey, you could have sequins like Mir or lace like Thunder.”
“Fuck. Feathers. I look like a damn demented bird. And not even a bird of prey. The feathers are pink.” He turned away from his reflection. “I look like a goddamn flamingo.”
Joon slid an amused gaze over G.O. “Your legs aren't skinny enough for a flamingo.”
“A fat flamingo then.” Barely restrain the urge to rip off all the feathers, he glared at Joon.
“Hey! Don't be mad that I got to be the dragon of the shoot.”
G.O. snorted. “Dragon, my ass. You're a snake. A scaly snake. A slimy little snake.”
“Snakes are not generally slimy.”
“Shut up. Asshole.”
They walked out of the dressing room for their upcoming individual shots in silence. G.O. thought maybe Joon was being wise in keeping his mouth shut as suggested.
“You'd look less demented if you tried to smile.”
G.O. rounded on Joon so fast the younger man stumbled over his own feet and dodged the swinging fist awkwardly. He didn't manage to dodge the second fist and it clipped him right in the jaw.
“What the hell!” Joon sprawled on the floor and cupped his throbbing jaw.
“You said I should try to smile. Now I have a reason.” G.O. grinned and strolled onto the set to commiserate with the two youngest members over their hideous outfits.
“Now you don't look demented. You look like a pleased psychopath,” Joon muttered as he continued to sit on the floor.
Seungho walked up to him and smiled. “You shouldn't poke when he's already pissed off. You know how vain he can be.”
“Why didn't he take it out on you? You're a fucking prince, for fuck's sake. The most normal of all the outfits.” Grabbing Seungho's hand, Joon let the older man help him to his feet.
“I kept my mouth shut, didn't I? I also made sure I got out of the dressing room quickly. Before the full impact of his outfit could hit him.”
Joon narrowed his eyes. “You mean-”
“I absolutely sacrificed you in an effort to save myself.”
“Thanks. Really. Thanks.”
“Hey. He'll forgive you when he gets told how handsome he is in pink feathers.”
Joon shifted his shoulders. “I hope you're right. My jaw can't take another meeting with his fist.”