fic: take a plunge
take a plunge
2pm: jaebum+chansung, ot7ish
prompt: amusement park
g
713 words
take a plunge
Park Jaebum is a man. Scratch that, he’s a manly man. He works out five days a week, fifty-two weeks a year and has the muscles to prove it. He turns up his nose at deodorant and prefers a natural smell (although he does make sure to shower regularly - and it’s not his fault Wooyoung only buys flowery-scented shampoo), your average, healthy, testosterone-driven male. Aside from his slightly questionable affinity towards bright, pink-coloured clothing, Jaebum is quite comfortably certain of his masculinity. So, obviously, a fifty-seven meter freefall through the air should suit him just fine, right?
On the contrary, Jaebum is only a few stops away from ‘scared shitless’.
He blames it on the fact that he’s never had the chance to build up some sort of immunity against extreme roller coasters as a child because of his less-than-average height. He decides that he doesn’t envy Taekyeon’s freakishly tall stature so much anymore.
Jaebum takes a few moments to reminisce on how this situation came about and partially distract himself from the widening gap between his feet and solid ground. He remembers Minjae-hyung leaving them to their own devices (never a good thing, really) a few days after their goodbye stage and Junho complaining about a week and a half of doing nothing but sleeping and sweating and eating. Jaebum remembers saying, “Let’s go pick up some hot girls, I wanna go clubbing,” or some stupid shit like that and from then on they somehow ended up in one of South Korea’s biggest amusement parks.
He loses one-half of his team to a blatantly-rigged game of shooting ducks (greenpeace is going to be all over this shit, Jaebum thinks) and suspects Nichkhun may or may not have been mobbed by a crowd of stalker fans after the puppy-eyed Thai doesn’t turn up after disappearing in a line for cotton candy. So, being the responsible hyung that he is, Jaebum and the remaining two members form a search party and brave the flocks of new age rebels skipping school, gaggles of brightly-clothed camera-wielding tourists and the occasional single (who always makes a point to ride the ferris wheel alone).
Their half-assed searching comes to a stop when Chansung spots the most terrifying joyride Jaebum’s ever fucking seen and suggests a ride. Junsu immediately mutters something vague about having to clear his bladder or seeing a foreigner with very thick eyebrows and vanishes somewhere. Jaebum feels like shaking a fist and branding him a traitor because Jaebum can’t bullshit to save his life and Chansung’s got longer legs than him so running away is also out of the question. He also knows that Chansung knows that he always gets his way (and Jaebum suspects that Chansung could possibly know that he knows that he knows). He also vividly remembers his younger brother cackling you can’t even ride rollercoasters here in America I dare you to go on the t-express hyung. Jaebum thinks he could snap a fuzzy photo with his phone and send it to Jehan with an up yours, sucka or something to that effect when he’s on the ride. He also thinks that he’ll probably be stabbed in the eye with a stray tree branch or something on the way down or if he’s really unlucky he could probably manage to choke on his own spit and die.
But he’s got an image to uphold and a responsibility to babysit the magnae (even though Chansung looks a good five years older than his actual age) so he agrees coolly.
Jaebum realizes that his bravado has failed him and to his chagrin he finds that Chansung is looking awfully calm while strapped to a volatile-looking plastic seat behind a group of skimpily-dressed high school girls who are already screaming their heads off in annoying, screechy, premature fear.
This isn’t what I wanted, Jaebum thinks glumly as the train comes to a grinding halt before a nightmarish fifty-something-meter drop. Then something clicks and whirrs in the gears beneath Jaebum’s feet and suddenly the world is blurred and shaking and an intoxicating rush of adrenaline careers through his veins. It doesn’t stop him from shrieking almost all the way down, though.
(He’ll deny it adamantly afterwards and punch Chansung on the shoulder for being disrespectful to his hyung.)
a/n: lol. didn't expect it to turn out like this. there's not much jaychan ;~;. alternative to stressing over homework and cursing lack of inspiration. and my formatting is not consistent.
2pm: jaebum+chansung, ot7ish
prompt: amusement park
g
713 words
take a plunge
Park Jaebum is a man. Scratch that, he’s a manly man. He works out five days a week, fifty-two weeks a year and has the muscles to prove it. He turns up his nose at deodorant and prefers a natural smell (although he does make sure to shower regularly - and it’s not his fault Wooyoung only buys flowery-scented shampoo), your average, healthy, testosterone-driven male. Aside from his slightly questionable affinity towards bright, pink-coloured clothing, Jaebum is quite comfortably certain of his masculinity. So, obviously, a fifty-seven meter freefall through the air should suit him just fine, right?
On the contrary, Jaebum is only a few stops away from ‘scared shitless’.
He blames it on the fact that he’s never had the chance to build up some sort of immunity against extreme roller coasters as a child because of his less-than-average height. He decides that he doesn’t envy Taekyeon’s freakishly tall stature so much anymore.
Jaebum takes a few moments to reminisce on how this situation came about and partially distract himself from the widening gap between his feet and solid ground. He remembers Minjae-hyung leaving them to their own devices (never a good thing, really) a few days after their goodbye stage and Junho complaining about a week and a half of doing nothing but sleeping and sweating and eating. Jaebum remembers saying, “Let’s go pick up some hot girls, I wanna go clubbing,” or some stupid shit like that and from then on they somehow ended up in one of South Korea’s biggest amusement parks.
He loses one-half of his team to a blatantly-rigged game of shooting ducks (greenpeace is going to be all over this shit, Jaebum thinks) and suspects Nichkhun may or may not have been mobbed by a crowd of stalker fans after the puppy-eyed Thai doesn’t turn up after disappearing in a line for cotton candy. So, being the responsible hyung that he is, Jaebum and the remaining two members form a search party and brave the flocks of new age rebels skipping school, gaggles of brightly-clothed camera-wielding tourists and the occasional single (who always makes a point to ride the ferris wheel alone).
Their half-assed searching comes to a stop when Chansung spots the most terrifying joyride Jaebum’s ever fucking seen and suggests a ride. Junsu immediately mutters something vague about having to clear his bladder or seeing a foreigner with very thick eyebrows and vanishes somewhere. Jaebum feels like shaking a fist and branding him a traitor because Jaebum can’t bullshit to save his life and Chansung’s got longer legs than him so running away is also out of the question. He also knows that Chansung knows that he always gets his way (and Jaebum suspects that Chansung could possibly know that he knows that he knows). He also vividly remembers his younger brother cackling you can’t even ride rollercoasters here in America I dare you to go on the t-express hyung. Jaebum thinks he could snap a fuzzy photo with his phone and send it to Jehan with an up yours, sucka or something to that effect when he’s on the ride. He also thinks that he’ll probably be stabbed in the eye with a stray tree branch or something on the way down or if he’s really unlucky he could probably manage to choke on his own spit and die.
But he’s got an image to uphold and a responsibility to babysit the magnae (even though Chansung looks a good five years older than his actual age) so he agrees coolly.
Jaebum realizes that his bravado has failed him and to his chagrin he finds that Chansung is looking awfully calm while strapped to a volatile-looking plastic seat behind a group of skimpily-dressed high school girls who are already screaming their heads off in annoying, screechy, premature fear.
This isn’t what I wanted, Jaebum thinks glumly as the train comes to a grinding halt before a nightmarish fifty-something-meter drop. Then something clicks and whirrs in the gears beneath Jaebum’s feet and suddenly the world is blurred and shaking and an intoxicating rush of adrenaline careers through his veins. It doesn’t stop him from shrieking almost all the way down, though.
(He’ll deny it adamantly afterwards and punch Chansung on the shoulder for being disrespectful to his hyung.)
a/n: lol. didn't expect it to turn out like this. there's not much jaychan ;~;. alternative to stressing over homework and cursing lack of inspiration. and my formatting is not consistent.