1-900-Ooh-Baby
1-900-Ooh-Baby
Jonghyun/Onew; pg-13, 200 wds.
deep in the night... are you looking for someone?
"So tell me what you're wearing," Onew said, lowering his voice the way he'd practiced. "Wait-or do you want me to tell you what I'm wearing? I could do that."
"What you're wearing, I guess."
Onew fumbled with the pages of scripts at his desk, looking for the section tagged Clothing but only finding endless block text on the proper way to moan. "Me? Okay. I can-right. Well, jeans, and my favorite blue shirt. My mom bought it for me, but, you know, it's comfortable."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, then the customer chuckled. "You're new to this, aren't you." It was a male voice, but that wasn't unusual. What was surprising, though, was how young he sounded.
Onew slumped in his chair. "That obvious, huh?"
"Am I your first?" The voice was still amused, gone low and teasing. "So what's your name?"
Dubu, he was supposed to say. "Onew," came out instead, and he didn't know why.
"Nice to meet you, Onew," Onew could almost taste his grin through the phone. "I'm Jonghyun."
"Oh," Onew gasped. "You're that one guy who, um... that likes to sing. While you. Um."
"I see my reputation precedes me," Jonghyun snickered.
Jonghyun/Onew; pg-13, 200 wds.
deep in the night... are you looking for someone?
"So tell me what you're wearing," Onew said, lowering his voice the way he'd practiced. "Wait-or do you want me to tell you what I'm wearing? I could do that."
"What you're wearing, I guess."
Onew fumbled with the pages of scripts at his desk, looking for the section tagged Clothing but only finding endless block text on the proper way to moan. "Me? Okay. I can-right. Well, jeans, and my favorite blue shirt. My mom bought it for me, but, you know, it's comfortable."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, then the customer chuckled. "You're new to this, aren't you." It was a male voice, but that wasn't unusual. What was surprising, though, was how young he sounded.
Onew slumped in his chair. "That obvious, huh?"
"Am I your first?" The voice was still amused, gone low and teasing. "So what's your name?"
Dubu, he was supposed to say. "Onew," came out instead, and he didn't know why.
"Nice to meet you, Onew," Onew could almost taste his grin through the phone. "I'm Jonghyun."
"Oh," Onew gasped. "You're that one guy who, um... that likes to sing. While you. Um."
"I see my reputation precedes me," Jonghyun snickered.