One, Two Three; Myungsoo/Sungyeol
One, Two, Three
Myungsoo/Sungyeol. G. 449w.
"The interior of the shop is pretty."
For Kak Dean, yes. I did one! I just did this roughly to the lyrics of Not a Bad Day by No Reply, as per his request. Roughly.
The first droplet stained Myungsoo's cheek as he was lifting his camera up to take a picture of the sky, and Sungyeol was amused at how he scrambled to protect his camera from the dropping rain. He heaved a sigh when he heard the grumble of a thunder far away and grabbed Myungsoo's arm--who was frantically trying to zip his camera bag close--towards a small café.
It would be kind of rude to only stand under the awning and he could use a cup of coffee right now, so he held the door open for Myungsoo (the zipper was stuck, apparently) and pushed him lightly towards the counter.
Myungsoo gave up with the zipper right after they sat down.
"Did you play with the zipper again? I told you not to play with the zipper," Myungsoo frowns, placing the bag on his lap.
Sungyeol bit the inside of his cheeks because it was true, but didn't say anything. He opts to people watching instead. He slid his fingertips along the rim of the cup as he watched the girl behind the counter nodding at an old man's order, her coworker almost slipping behind her but regained his balance in a split second. Sungyeol pursed his lips. Myungsoo didn't have that kind of quick reflex. It would be nice if he did, then he wouldn't have so many scratches on his legs.
His eyes wandered to a couple two tables to their right, giggling over something in the girl's phone. Through his peripheral vision, he caught Myungsoo pulling out his camera, but he was too preoccupied with guessing what the couple were now laughing about that he didn't hear the click of Myungsoo's camera. When Myungsoo spoke, however, it turned his head away from the couple.
"The interior of the shop is pretty."
Sungyeol halted the movement of his fingers to stare at Myungsoo incredulously.
"Look at that lamp." Sungyeol's eyes followed to where Myungsoo was pointing behind him. "It's big and it doesn't really look that pretty to be hung, but it works somehow."
Sungyeol tore his gaze from the huge, white lamp. "What are you talking about?"
Myungsoo, who was already halfway across the table to show Sungyeol a picture in his camera, retreated. "The lamp... works?"
Sungyeol raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"It's working, it's on, it's..." Myungsoo stops and blinks. He opens his mouth slightly only to close it back a few seconds after. Sungyeol knows this one; he's trying to find the right word. When Myungsoo did open his mouth again, Sungyeol expected him to sprout another nonsense, but something familiar came out instead. "Smile!"
Sungyeol scowls on reflex.
i'm getting worse.
Myungsoo/Sungyeol. G. 449w.
"The interior of the shop is pretty."
For Kak Dean, yes. I did one! I just did this roughly to the lyrics of Not a Bad Day by No Reply, as per his request. Roughly.
The first droplet stained Myungsoo's cheek as he was lifting his camera up to take a picture of the sky, and Sungyeol was amused at how he scrambled to protect his camera from the dropping rain. He heaved a sigh when he heard the grumble of a thunder far away and grabbed Myungsoo's arm--who was frantically trying to zip his camera bag close--towards a small café.
It would be kind of rude to only stand under the awning and he could use a cup of coffee right now, so he held the door open for Myungsoo (the zipper was stuck, apparently) and pushed him lightly towards the counter.
Myungsoo gave up with the zipper right after they sat down.
"Did you play with the zipper again? I told you not to play with the zipper," Myungsoo frowns, placing the bag on his lap.
Sungyeol bit the inside of his cheeks because it was true, but didn't say anything. He opts to people watching instead. He slid his fingertips along the rim of the cup as he watched the girl behind the counter nodding at an old man's order, her coworker almost slipping behind her but regained his balance in a split second. Sungyeol pursed his lips. Myungsoo didn't have that kind of quick reflex. It would be nice if he did, then he wouldn't have so many scratches on his legs.
His eyes wandered to a couple two tables to their right, giggling over something in the girl's phone. Through his peripheral vision, he caught Myungsoo pulling out his camera, but he was too preoccupied with guessing what the couple were now laughing about that he didn't hear the click of Myungsoo's camera. When Myungsoo spoke, however, it turned his head away from the couple.
"The interior of the shop is pretty."
Sungyeol halted the movement of his fingers to stare at Myungsoo incredulously.
"Look at that lamp." Sungyeol's eyes followed to where Myungsoo was pointing behind him. "It's big and it doesn't really look that pretty to be hung, but it works somehow."
Sungyeol tore his gaze from the huge, white lamp. "What are you talking about?"
Myungsoo, who was already halfway across the table to show Sungyeol a picture in his camera, retreated. "The lamp... works?"
Sungyeol raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"It's working, it's on, it's..." Myungsoo stops and blinks. He opens his mouth slightly only to close it back a few seconds after. Sungyeol knows this one; he's trying to find the right word. When Myungsoo did open his mouth again, Sungyeol expected him to sprout another nonsense, but something familiar came out instead. "Smile!"
Sungyeol scowls on reflex.
i'm getting worse.