Good Opportunities
Good Opportunities
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Pairing: BloHyuk
Length: 1658 words
Rating: PG-13 (Suggestive Language)
Disclaimer: I do not own real people.
Beta'd at gunpoint (or beta-ing her beta): rodiy
Summary: Because we all know Tablo is a fanboy at heart.
Author's Note: Requested by rodiy. She said it wins. So I believe her :] Her prompt is a bit of a spoiler, so it's at the end. XD ♥ ♥ ♥
Good opportunities like these were hard to come by and Tablo was going to squeeze as much joy out of this as he could.
“Okay, here’s a line that’ll get you ALL the girls. Ready?”
“Yeah, shoot."
“Try this... Why am I so HhhOT!?” Tablo nearly hocked a loogie with the articulation and almost choked when Tukutz actually repeated after him.
“Woo-a-i ahm ai soh HhhAHT?” he enunciated in a heavy Korean accent, causing stifled chortling from all the English speaking staff.
“Hmm,” Tablo contemplated, trying to keep as serious a face as possible, “Ey, let’s try something else. What do you want to know?”
“How about how to keep foreign guys away from your girl? Some people probably want to know that.”
Tablo was having trouble not doubling over, but miraculously, he held on. “I got it, I got it. Try this: Get away from my sister!”
Then, there were times where everything went downhill fast, and opportunities were missed. A moment of fortune gone as quickly as it had come.
But so few moments are ever truly considered fortunate, Tablo mused.
Especially when he had the opportunity to leave the station in a quick and speedy fashion, but instead was suddenly shoved into a changing room and forced to play Halloween like a five-year-old.
He came out decked in a cumbersome bee suit that was amazingly proportional. …Okay, the ass on this thing was huge.
“So… why am I in this getup?” deadpanned Tablo, or better known to the passing crowd as, “Why the fuck is that grown man in a bee suit?”
“Because we need the promotion and we’re getting paid,” Tukutz replied. “And you’re the only one that fits it,” he added, looking smug in normal attire.
Tablo stood, the weight of defeat falling swiftly on his small frame.
He wouldn’t have minded so much. It’s not like he hadn’t embarrassed himself a million times before. He would’ve just played it cool - IF NOT for the sole fact that Eunhyuk was a spectator to this debacle.
Eunhyuk, the dancer. Eunhyuk, the mc. The singer, the rapper, the Jewel of Super Junior. Funny, lovable, and beautiful, and everything he'd always wanted. He was sitting right there. RIGHT THERE. And he'd been sitting right there since Tablo had come out looking like they were being sponsored by Cheerios. They'd talked before a few times for various shows, but he'd always managed to come across as calm, cool, and in control. Okay, not really, but he hadn’t looked like a douche, at the very least.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, he nearly hyperventilated. With a vacant look on his face, his mind was reeling, trying to think of the quickest way out. His options were slim, Tablo realized in solemn horror, and none even remotely dignifying.
It really couldn’t get any worse, he decided, as he tried to massage the tension headache that was slowly surfacing.
Obviously, it could, and it did.
The headache magnified tenfold when his face met the cold, unforgiving granite floor when Tukutz, in the midst of trying to get a back view of Tablo’s bee suit, stumbled and knocked him over.
Tablo steeled himself for this whatever billionth blow to his hip hop persona. He lay still on the ground and contemplated the lack of feeling in his arms (and the consequences of perhaps killing Tukutz) as the staff crowded around, being of no help.
Thankfully, he'd been alright, but after confirmation that nothing was broken and all was well, the cameraman thought it would be a hilarious idea to snap pictures of this degrading position. Tablo could only oblige.
"How're you feeling?" Tukutz, crouching and craning his neck to get a better view of his leader's expression when all was done and the staff had moved on to other duties, asked.
"Is he still looking?" Tablo said, mouth muffled against the ground that mirrored the taste of shame.
"Yep."
A muffled groan of humiliation escaped his lips followed by the sound of his head meeting the floor. Multiple times.
"At least he didn't laugh. He looked like he wanted to run over here to help when you fell, but we all got to you first."
Tablo's head shot up. "Really!?"
"Yeah, I don't really care enough to lie about crap like that. Oh, look. He's walking over now."
"What!?" Tablo whispered harshly as he scrambled to get to his feet, eyes and head flitting this way and that and stopped only when Tukutz kicked him in the shin.
He had a hand raised to smack the bastard down (‘cause what the fuck?), but froze when Eunhyuk came directly up to him and grinned.
Grinned, so wonderfully that Tablo almost lost his balance blinking away images of touching those curved lips.
"Hey, Tablo-hyung, are you okay?" the younger boy greeted, a bit of worry gracing his soft features. Tablo wasn't thinking of caressing anything, especially not that worried face with a smooth jawline.
"E-Eunhyukkie, ah, yeah, yes, I'm fine," he smiled back. "You finished your schedules for today?" he managed to say calmly, cursing at himself because he WASN'T a love struck, pubescent 15-year-old anymore, dammit; albeit, still dressed like a doofus. Great.
The other just laughed and answered, "Yeah, filming went on a little longer than expected, but it was good. Oh! I caught your Bora the other day! It was great! I loved it!"
Tablo's eyes widened. He swore he could feel himself floating on air (or was it his legs turning to jelly from Eunhyuk's close proximity - did a two-foot distance imply closeness!?). “You listened in?”
“Yeah, I always catch it when I have time! I didn’t have a live show that night and caught your version of ‘So Hot’! It was hilarious,” he said, baring the most beautiful gum-filled smile Tablo had ever seen.
A little, tiny part in the back of his mind was jumping for idiotic joy that Eunhyuk listened to his show whenever he had time, even though both their radio broadcasts were rival ratings snatchers in the same time slot. Of course, there was also a part of him that died inside because Eunhyuk had listened to that particular segment of the show.
(“… And the Wonder Girls. WE’RE BACK!” barked Tablo.
There were no inhibitions. Shame? What was that?
“’CAUSE I’M HAWT. HAWT,” they all growled.
“Ahh! The rap! Do the rap!” he cried.
The actual tune was obviously of no importance to them, and neither were the lyrics, judging by DJ Tukutz’ loud gibberish through half the song.)
Voices were set to whiny and mocking and, all in all, made for a good show. Maybe they should’ve considered singing it seriously, if he knew Eunhyuk was listening, thought Tablo, as the scene of him and Tukutz shrieking out another, “I’M. SO. FINE.” played back in his mind. However, he recalled, that didn’t bode so well back when he tried to sing “Like A Man” with Brian and Eru, where Tablo remembered exactly why he was a rapper and not a singer and found that Eru was a better Hwanhee than maybe Hwanhee himself. Though everyone was in hysterics throughout the entire fiasco, the highlight was Brian being unable to remember his own song because he was too busy pointing and laughing at Tablo. The thought that at least Eunhyuk listened to something meant to be funny quelled his facepalm urges faintly.
In an awkward attempt to sound nonchalant, Tablo laughed a pitch lower than normal as he replied, "Oh, I'm glad you liked it. Not really my best work, but Tukutz helped a lot."
He turned to look for his group member to find that he had already ducked off to down a bottle of soju with Mithra. Without him. Bastards. God, none of them saw him as a hyung or a leader at all.
"Ah, hyung, do you wanna go out to eat later?"
It took a full 10 seconds to register that this situation was actually happening. Eunhyuk. The Eunhyuk he'd been watching and listening to during his spare time and adoring and... wanting love from. That Eunhyuk was asking him to eat with him?
At Tablo's shocked silence, Eunhyuk looked unsure, and began to explain, "'Cause everyone but me has a schedule tonight... eh, except for Heechul... but he doesn't really count, and I think he's playing with his cats--"
"YES! I mean, yes! Sure, yeah, let's!" Tablo interrupted.
"Oh," Eunhyuk seemed to relax, "Oh, okay. I'll see you later then," he smiled, all gummy and beautiful again. This must be what heaven felt like.
Tablo clenched his arms and legs to keep from diving head-on to ravage that mouth.
Eunhyuk walked away with a shy smile while Tablo just flailed a bit, not knowing what to do with himself, before settling for a stiff wave goodbye.
Tukutz ambled over and propped an arm on his shoulder, commenting snidely, "Give it up, Tablo. If you're trying to hide the fact that you wanna get in his pants, you're failing. A lot. Maybe more than just a lot."
"You think he knows?" the horrifying thought dawned on him.
"I think the only ones in the vicinity that didn't figure it out were probably the ones distracted by your costume," he snickered.
Tablo's face burned with the realization that Eunhyuk possibly knew.
But… good opportunities like these were hard to come by and Tablo was going to squeeze as much joy out of this as he could.
That night, Eunhyuk must've been completely oblivious of his own charms (or extremely aware of what he could do with them) because he'd been tempting Tablo left and right with those beautiful gummed smiles (damn them). And that shirt-fuck that shirt… or him, he wished-that bared a good portion of his shoulders and collarbone, as well as revealed an agonizingly toned chest whenever he bent down to reach for a piece of meat.
rodiy's prompt? I want Tablo to (secretly or not) fanboying Hyuk while still (attempting) to retain his sense of self dignity. Side note: Give it up Tablo, the Bee outfit, singing so hot, FAIL at singing Like a Man with Brian and Eru? xD xD xD But! Teaching Tukutz how to speak english like "Why am I so hoooooot?" WIN!
Which is... pretty much... everything that happens. lol. Enjoy ♥
Archive
Pairing: BloHyuk
Length: 1658 words
Rating: PG-13 (Suggestive Language)
Disclaimer: I do not own real people.
Beta'd at gunpoint (or beta-ing her beta): rodiy
Summary: Because we all know Tablo is a fanboy at heart.
Author's Note: Requested by rodiy. She said it wins. So I believe her :] Her prompt is a bit of a spoiler, so it's at the end. XD ♥ ♥ ♥
Good opportunities like these were hard to come by and Tablo was going to squeeze as much joy out of this as he could.
“Okay, here’s a line that’ll get you ALL the girls. Ready?”
“Yeah, shoot."
“Try this... Why am I so HhhOT!?” Tablo nearly hocked a loogie with the articulation and almost choked when Tukutz actually repeated after him.
“Woo-a-i ahm ai soh HhhAHT?” he enunciated in a heavy Korean accent, causing stifled chortling from all the English speaking staff.
“Hmm,” Tablo contemplated, trying to keep as serious a face as possible, “Ey, let’s try something else. What do you want to know?”
“How about how to keep foreign guys away from your girl? Some people probably want to know that.”
Tablo was having trouble not doubling over, but miraculously, he held on. “I got it, I got it. Try this: Get away from my sister!”
Then, there were times where everything went downhill fast, and opportunities were missed. A moment of fortune gone as quickly as it had come.
But so few moments are ever truly considered fortunate, Tablo mused.
Especially when he had the opportunity to leave the station in a quick and speedy fashion, but instead was suddenly shoved into a changing room and forced to play Halloween like a five-year-old.
He came out decked in a cumbersome bee suit that was amazingly proportional. …Okay, the ass on this thing was huge.
“So… why am I in this getup?” deadpanned Tablo, or better known to the passing crowd as, “Why the fuck is that grown man in a bee suit?”
“Because we need the promotion and we’re getting paid,” Tukutz replied. “And you’re the only one that fits it,” he added, looking smug in normal attire.
Tablo stood, the weight of defeat falling swiftly on his small frame.
He wouldn’t have minded so much. It’s not like he hadn’t embarrassed himself a million times before. He would’ve just played it cool - IF NOT for the sole fact that Eunhyuk was a spectator to this debacle.
Eunhyuk, the dancer. Eunhyuk, the mc. The singer, the rapper, the Jewel of Super Junior. Funny, lovable, and beautiful, and everything he'd always wanted. He was sitting right there. RIGHT THERE. And he'd been sitting right there since Tablo had come out looking like they were being sponsored by Cheerios. They'd talked before a few times for various shows, but he'd always managed to come across as calm, cool, and in control. Okay, not really, but he hadn’t looked like a douche, at the very least.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, he nearly hyperventilated. With a vacant look on his face, his mind was reeling, trying to think of the quickest way out. His options were slim, Tablo realized in solemn horror, and none even remotely dignifying.
It really couldn’t get any worse, he decided, as he tried to massage the tension headache that was slowly surfacing.
Obviously, it could, and it did.
The headache magnified tenfold when his face met the cold, unforgiving granite floor when Tukutz, in the midst of trying to get a back view of Tablo’s bee suit, stumbled and knocked him over.
Tablo steeled himself for this whatever billionth blow to his hip hop persona. He lay still on the ground and contemplated the lack of feeling in his arms (and the consequences of perhaps killing Tukutz) as the staff crowded around, being of no help.
Thankfully, he'd been alright, but after confirmation that nothing was broken and all was well, the cameraman thought it would be a hilarious idea to snap pictures of this degrading position. Tablo could only oblige.
"How're you feeling?" Tukutz, crouching and craning his neck to get a better view of his leader's expression when all was done and the staff had moved on to other duties, asked.
"Is he still looking?" Tablo said, mouth muffled against the ground that mirrored the taste of shame.
"Yep."
A muffled groan of humiliation escaped his lips followed by the sound of his head meeting the floor. Multiple times.
"At least he didn't laugh. He looked like he wanted to run over here to help when you fell, but we all got to you first."
Tablo's head shot up. "Really!?"
"Yeah, I don't really care enough to lie about crap like that. Oh, look. He's walking over now."
"What!?" Tablo whispered harshly as he scrambled to get to his feet, eyes and head flitting this way and that and stopped only when Tukutz kicked him in the shin.
He had a hand raised to smack the bastard down (‘cause what the fuck?), but froze when Eunhyuk came directly up to him and grinned.
Grinned, so wonderfully that Tablo almost lost his balance blinking away images of touching those curved lips.
"Hey, Tablo-hyung, are you okay?" the younger boy greeted, a bit of worry gracing his soft features. Tablo wasn't thinking of caressing anything, especially not that worried face with a smooth jawline.
"E-Eunhyukkie, ah, yeah, yes, I'm fine," he smiled back. "You finished your schedules for today?" he managed to say calmly, cursing at himself because he WASN'T a love struck, pubescent 15-year-old anymore, dammit; albeit, still dressed like a doofus. Great.
The other just laughed and answered, "Yeah, filming went on a little longer than expected, but it was good. Oh! I caught your Bora the other day! It was great! I loved it!"
Tablo's eyes widened. He swore he could feel himself floating on air (or was it his legs turning to jelly from Eunhyuk's close proximity - did a two-foot distance imply closeness!?). “You listened in?”
“Yeah, I always catch it when I have time! I didn’t have a live show that night and caught your version of ‘So Hot’! It was hilarious,” he said, baring the most beautiful gum-filled smile Tablo had ever seen.
A little, tiny part in the back of his mind was jumping for idiotic joy that Eunhyuk listened to his show whenever he had time, even though both their radio broadcasts were rival ratings snatchers in the same time slot. Of course, there was also a part of him that died inside because Eunhyuk had listened to that particular segment of the show.
(“… And the Wonder Girls. WE’RE BACK!” barked Tablo.
There were no inhibitions. Shame? What was that?
“’CAUSE I’M HAWT. HAWT,” they all growled.
“Ahh! The rap! Do the rap!” he cried.
The actual tune was obviously of no importance to them, and neither were the lyrics, judging by DJ Tukutz’ loud gibberish through half the song.)
Voices were set to whiny and mocking and, all in all, made for a good show. Maybe they should’ve considered singing it seriously, if he knew Eunhyuk was listening, thought Tablo, as the scene of him and Tukutz shrieking out another, “I’M. SO. FINE.” played back in his mind. However, he recalled, that didn’t bode so well back when he tried to sing “Like A Man” with Brian and Eru, where Tablo remembered exactly why he was a rapper and not a singer and found that Eru was a better Hwanhee than maybe Hwanhee himself. Though everyone was in hysterics throughout the entire fiasco, the highlight was Brian being unable to remember his own song because he was too busy pointing and laughing at Tablo. The thought that at least Eunhyuk listened to something meant to be funny quelled his facepalm urges faintly.
In an awkward attempt to sound nonchalant, Tablo laughed a pitch lower than normal as he replied, "Oh, I'm glad you liked it. Not really my best work, but Tukutz helped a lot."
He turned to look for his group member to find that he had already ducked off to down a bottle of soju with Mithra. Without him. Bastards. God, none of them saw him as a hyung or a leader at all.
"Ah, hyung, do you wanna go out to eat later?"
It took a full 10 seconds to register that this situation was actually happening. Eunhyuk. The Eunhyuk he'd been watching and listening to during his spare time and adoring and... wanting love from. That Eunhyuk was asking him to eat with him?
At Tablo's shocked silence, Eunhyuk looked unsure, and began to explain, "'Cause everyone but me has a schedule tonight... eh, except for Heechul... but he doesn't really count, and I think he's playing with his cats--"
"YES! I mean, yes! Sure, yeah, let's!" Tablo interrupted.
"Oh," Eunhyuk seemed to relax, "Oh, okay. I'll see you later then," he smiled, all gummy and beautiful again. This must be what heaven felt like.
Tablo clenched his arms and legs to keep from diving head-on to ravage that mouth.
Eunhyuk walked away with a shy smile while Tablo just flailed a bit, not knowing what to do with himself, before settling for a stiff wave goodbye.
Tukutz ambled over and propped an arm on his shoulder, commenting snidely, "Give it up, Tablo. If you're trying to hide the fact that you wanna get in his pants, you're failing. A lot. Maybe more than just a lot."
"You think he knows?" the horrifying thought dawned on him.
"I think the only ones in the vicinity that didn't figure it out were probably the ones distracted by your costume," he snickered.
Tablo's face burned with the realization that Eunhyuk possibly knew.
But… good opportunities like these were hard to come by and Tablo was going to squeeze as much joy out of this as he could.
That night, Eunhyuk must've been completely oblivious of his own charms (or extremely aware of what he could do with them) because he'd been tempting Tablo left and right with those beautiful gummed smiles (damn them). And that shirt-fuck that shirt… or him, he wished-that bared a good portion of his shoulders and collarbone, as well as revealed an agonizingly toned chest whenever he bent down to reach for a piece of meat.
rodiy's prompt? I want Tablo to (secretly or not) fanboying Hyuk while still (attempting) to retain his sense of self dignity. Side note: Give it up Tablo, the Bee outfit, singing so hot, FAIL at singing Like a Man with Brian and Eru? xD xD xD But! Teaching Tukutz how to speak english like "Why am I so hoooooot?" WIN!
Which is... pretty much... everything that happens. lol. Enjoy ♥