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Title: Glamour Puss
Rating: PG-13 (innuendo)
Characters: Wooyoung, OT6
Word Count: ~900
Notes: Those two hours made my entire day, even if they did produce my second catfic in a row. Also, I have no idea what they were actually wearing-some form of capetowel?-but the specifics matter to me very little. Many, many thanks to biases for flailing with me at the time, for lending me some of her lines, and for the beta. ♥
Summary: "I'll go first," Taec announces, swiping the cat-cape out of Wooyoung's hands, not that Wooyoung puts up much of a fight, "since it was my idea and I am also the original founder of the Okcat." And he climbs on top of the TV.
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#1.
"I'll go first," Taec announces, swiping the cat-cape out of Wooyoung's hands, not that Wooyoung puts up much of a fight, "since it was my idea and I am also the original founder of the Okcat."
"Yah, I'm the one that actually has the cat," Chansung reminds him.
He pauses. "You can go second."
And he climbs on top of the TV.
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#2.
"As a reminder," Taec makes sure to say, standing in front of Wooyoung, right in the way of his shot, "I'm only lending you this concept, okay? It's still mine."
"Fine, fine, now move, Chansung's waiting." Wooyoung waves him away, takes the picture, and hands his phone to Nichkhun, who immediately starts posting.
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#3.
"Just so you know," Wooyoung says to Junsu, trying to entertain himself as they wait for Taec to stop texting Seulong and to just take the damn photo, "you wouldn't last five seconds against me."
Junsu raises an eyebrow. "I'm older and I have more muscles. Also, I'm taller."
"Just. Plus," he reaches out and pokes at Junsu's knee, and Junsu yelps and jerks back, "you have a weak spot."
Junsu narrows his eyes. "You want to die?"
Wooyoung can't help his grin.
The fierce look on Junsu's face may or may not be real by the time Taec finally takes the photo.
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#3.
"Why are you reading?" Wooyoung asks, perching next to Khun in an effort to distract him. "And why does your cat wear a headband?"
"I'm not posting in English," Junho insists.
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#5.
"Guys," Junho says, adjusting the cape worriedly, "does my butt look big in this?"
"Junho, you can't even count, is that really what's important here?" Wooyoung retorts, more than a little annoyed. "Can we just finish this?"
"It's been half an hour," Chansung complains, shimmying back into the costume rack, flicking the arm of a jacket from his face. "My back hurts, and we're on soon."
"A few more minutes won't matter." Junsu presses a series of buttons on his phone, frowning. "How do I turn off the flash?"
"Seriously, you guys, I'm worried about my hair. I think it clashes with this shade of grey."
Junsu looks up and squints at Junho. "It does a little, but at least it matches your make-up."
"Oh for-" Wooyoung stomps over and grabs Junsu's phone, who shrinks away and lets him take it, Wooyoung's previous ungentle actions obviously fresh in his mind. "Junho, just do it," he orders, and Junho, flustered, morphs into his default pose.
"Aww," the other members chorus.
Wooyoung rolls his eyes.
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"I'm trending!" Taec announces proudly, thrusting his phone in front of Wooyoung's face. "At least the fans seem to know what's what."
"You're only trending because you were first," Chansung tells him, pouting. "It should have been me."
"Wait," Wooyoung says, noticing something and snatching Taec's phone away, "whose account is this?"
Taec cringes and lunges for it, but Wooyoung is flexible and lithe where Taec is not and easily evades his grasp. "Wooyoungie!" he whines, but Wooyoung ignores him.
"Who is 'TaecMeNow777'?" he asks, twirling away as Taec makes another grab for his phone. "And why are you signed in as them? More to the point," he adds as he scrolls down, seeing tweet after tweet of the same thing, "why does every single one of them say 'OKCATTTTTTTT'?"
Taec's ears go redder than he's ever seen them.
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#6
"Guys, come on," Nichkhun pleads, "didn't Junsu already make everyone wait long enough?"
"Not my fault," Junsu calls, already in position for the last photo.
They all look at Junho, who just pushes his hair out his face and shrugs, and then the door bursts open.
Minjae pokes his head inside, and really, it's perfect timing-the group photo wasn't going to take itself. "Yah, whoever hasn't had their make-up done, go now, you're on soon."
"Minjae-hyung," Wooyoung says, turning up his aegyo, knowing Minjae can never resist him like this, "can you do us a favour?"
Minjae looks suspicious, but accepts Chansung's phone nonetheless.
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#7
"We should take one more, a proper group one," Nichkhun says, flicking through the rest of the pictures. "It seems a shame to go to all this effort without a good one."
"Khunnie," Wooyoung whines from his spot on the floor, unwilling to get up, but the others are already assembling on the couch. Wooyoung groans and drags himself over as Khun clambers onto the back of the couch, taking the whole thing up with a ridiculous pose, and then the only spot left is next to Junsu on the floor.
Wooyoung hesitates, but Minjae sees.
"Hurry up, Wooyoung-ah. Get in the picture."
"Everyone, channel your inner pussy," Taec says, in bad taste as usual, and Chansung reaches over Junho to shove him, but it gives Wooyoung enough time to get into position. He makes himself look as cute as possible to disguise his displeasure at the entire scenario, pulling a face and curling his fists.
"Okay," Minjae says, "three, two, one-"
Junsu digs his fingers into Wooyoung's head a little harder than necessary, but at least it's over after that.
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B
"Next time," Chansung says, as they wait in line to be led onstage, "I'm going first."
"Next time," Wooyoung says, yawning as Khun reaches over to adjust his collar, "can I be asleep again?"
Taec giggles behind them, his fingers a blur of motion over the keypad of his phone, and Junho and Junsu do their scales. Minjae passes by with something soft and grey clutched to his chest, but Wooyoung doesn't say a thing, content with doing some stretches against Chansung's body.
What their manager wants to do in his spare time is up to him.
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