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Post by haruharu on Jul 1, 2010 6:09:37 GMT 10
 show me the right way to go cause i know you know[/font][/center]
Flicker, flicker, flicker.
Click. Click. Static.
The television went from station to station, flickering constantly before static occurred. Sighing, he pulled himself from his place, deciding that it was time that he actually get around to showering. The boy wasn't sure what time of day it was, but he was craving coffee, so he figured he'd go out an get some. Coffee wasn't the greatest thing to drink, but it got him by enough to keep him energized for the day. Picking himself up from his place, he dragged himself across the bus to grab some clean underwear, before he headed off to go and take a shower.
Donghae stripped from his clothing, letting the first pair of boxers drop from his lower torso, before pulling the plain white v-neck that he'd slept in from over his head, revealing, to no one, his skin. He was thin, but it wasn't like he was frightening. Or, he didn't find himself frightening. He had abs, he was fit and worked out from time to time. Donghae wasn't even close to being one of those guys that were obsessed with being built and all that. He just wanted to be healthy, standing at five foot eight. He wondered why he'd ended up being so short, because much unlike the stereotype that Asians are very short, Korean people are actually tall! Eventually he would question any factors in why he was so short. But, at that moment, the only thing that he really wanted to do was to take a shower. So, he turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up a bit (yes, still standing there naked), before he stepped into the water.
It cascaded down his skin, running over every muscle and every inch of him. It ran down his face, his arms, his torso, his legs, all the way down to his feet. Every last inch of him was soaking, leaving his long hair flat on his head as he ran his hands through it to make sure it was completely wet. First, he started off by grabbing his shampoo, putting some the size of a dime in his hand, before he massaged it through his hair. There was something that he obsessed about, and that was washing his hair. There was always the right amount of product to put in and then there was too much. Anything over the size of a dime was too much for Donghae. After all, he didn't want to walk around with greasy hair! After massaging the shampoo in his hair for about a minute and a half, Donghae then rinsed it out, making sure that all remains of the shampoo had been washed away before he moved on to washing his body. He brought the soap to his skin, running it over him. It was making suds in the water, leaving white all over him. The muscles in his arm were tensing with each movement that he made, which could be rather attractive, actually. In fact, it was rather attractive... not that anyone could see, but still.
Donghae then rinsed the soap from his body, letting the suds slide from his body and down the drain and he rubbed it off of his skin. The last thing he wanted was left over soap there, because that would be a shame. So, that was a must. He eventually turned off the shower, stepping from the area, grabbing his towel and drying himself off. As he did so, each muscle moved in harmony, letting him get the task done. Anatomy was a wonderful thing, and Donghae enjoyed it very much. In fact, had he been talented enough, he probably would have ended up getting a job as an artist making portraits of the anatomy, or being some kind of a doctor who dealt with anatomical matter. However, he wasn't that smart, and wasn't all that interested in the professions that involved anatomy. It was more so a fascination of his; something he'd developed after years of dating and people watching (no, not peeping into the girls' change rooms, you perv!). Anywho, he finished drying himself off, before stepping into his boxer briefs, pulling them over his masculine bits so that none of the innocent eyes on the bus would be scarred when he left the bathroom.
Unlocking the door, Donghae left the room, going to find something to wear. Unlike most boys, or maybe like a lot of boys these days, he was pretty into what he was wearing. It was always a complicated thing to decide, finding something to wear. So, he looked through his clothes a bit, still in his underwear, before deciding on a pair of faded black decayed jeans, and a light ultramarine t-shirt, and then he proceeded to go back to the washroom to do his hair. Yes, he did his hair, but whatever. When he was finished, he slipped on his dog tags, a leather jacket, and a pair of blue and black shoes before he left.
The boy found his way to a café, where he went to the counter to get some coffee. He waited in the rather small line, before just getting black coffee, and going to sit down at a table. Donghae pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, looking through it, answering a couple of texts, before taking a sip of the coffee. He certainly would need the energy later on, because who doesn't need energy all through the day? So, he sat there and sipped at his coffee, boredly spinning his cell phone around on the table that he was sitting at.
thread progression: complete.
word count: 945
to: anyone!
lyrics: tonight tonight
sounds: n/a.
current mood: neutral.
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Post by brook on Jul 1, 2010 12:06:52 GMT 10
----- The tall, slender figure of the boy laid sprawled out on the bus couch, the only skin that was hidden was his long, bony legs, hidden under a pair of plaid pyjama pants. His eyes were fixed on the book in his hands, eyes scanning quickly over the tiny words on the page. He was reading one of Stephen King's books, one of the many that had been in his collection of books that he had bothered to bring along on the tour.
Brooks was a quick reader, so often he didn't read the books he had laying around, for his own benefit. He'd find himself venturing towards the library, and hanging out there for the day. He would be seated in those comfy chairs in the far back corner of the library. It was the area of the library where people kept to themselves and their books, an area where he wished he could just stay forever. The smell of old books, and new seemed to calm him.
Brooks eyes couldn't take anymore of the small print. He shut it, tossing it to the side, assuming people would already know whose book it was, and stood up. Standing 6"1, he stretched, making his long body appear even longer. He had always been tall, and awkward. He hadn't noticed just how heighted he really was until kindergarten, when people would often think he were in a higher grade, like grades one or two. But he never thought of height as a gift. Growing up, when all the other males his age were shorter than him, they often teased him about his tall and slender body. He was always a shy kid, never stuck up for himself, and never planned to.
The photographer stumbled towards his bunk, tired, having been reading since the moment he had woken up. He grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, letting his pyjama pants drop as he looked from side to side to check and see if anyone happen to still be left inside the bus. When the place was clear, he slipped on his pants, not bothering to slip on a belt to support the clothing to stay up. He slipped on a black and tanned white plaid shirt, liking the feeling of the soft texture as it touched his pasty white skin, and smiled. He thought about it for a moment, wondering if he'd be able to get away with the shirt being left open, knowing the heat would be insane outdoors. But he didn't want to risk people laughing at him, so he buttoned up the shirt, letting four unbuttoned. He wondered if anybody would stop and think of it as an act to seduce people without straightforwardly seducing them. He bit on the thin line of his bottom lip, and shaking his head, buttoning up two of the four buttons.
Brooks exited the bus, not suprised by the intense strike of heat that hit him. He kind of regretted, as he moved away from the bus, that he didn't put sunscreen on. He was pale, yes, but he liked his skin tone. The idea of being burnt to a crisp made him bothered, plus, he couldn't imagine himself tanned. All his life he had been white, but he had spent his years covered up by a thick layer of the white cream that protected him from the sun. But he imagined that he'd be fine.
Brooks walked along the town, not used to the roads he walked on. It was a new place every day, and sometimes when you woke up, you had no idea where you were. A town of people he didn't know was sort of scary. The only people that were close enough to, people he knew enough to trust, were the people in the band he worked for. He had to say, for a boy that was shy, and would probably rather be at home, he was enjoying it. New places to explore, new places to remember. Normally he'd be walking around with a camera hanging from his neck, ready to take a photograph as soon as he seen something that inspired him. But that day, he just couldn't be assed.
Brooks was relieved to come across a cafe, entering. The place was filled with unfamiliar faces, but scents that no one would ever forget. The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked goods filled his nose as he made his way towards the counter. He ordered a coffee, getting it and turning around and checking out the place to see if there were anymore open tables. He spotted one, walking towards it, and sitting down.
----- WORD COUNT: 772
STATUS: Done!
SONG: You and Me - One Night Only
NOTES (:
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Post by haruharu on Jul 2, 2010 1:58:34 GMT 10
show me the right way to go cause i know you know [/font][/center]
Traveling around didn't bother the boy at all, in fact, he was glad to be away from home and the suffocating atmosphere. Ever since his father had passed away, the idea of even dreaming about anything had been a complete stranger; the only thing he was allowed to think about was grades and an education. That was the only reason he had even gone to America in the first place! So, thankfully, his music career was coming along nicely in the place where they probably might not appreciate the use of another language completely, but there was still other things that were good about the industry. The only thing that freaked him out a bit was the fact that back home in Korea, his mother could be reading tabloids and all that sort of thing and find out about the lies; she would be heartbroken.
In his spare time, he did the cliché things that a person would only really imagine someone doing. Donghae wrote songs, he sang when he was bored, those sorts of things. If he'd had a piano, he would probably play that too, because he was pretty good at the piano. But, Donghae also learned other songs, things that he might consider playing live as a cover song, because people seemed to enjoy that. Sometimes they would be popular songs, of course, or they would be completely different ones that people didn't really know. He'd once done a cover of a song by a Korean band, actually, but he'd changed the lyrics into English, so that the fans could actually understand. It was all part of the job; finding a way to please the fans and still keep himself happy as well. This job was an art that he needed to master, and if he didn't it might fail. Actually, he highly doubted the band would fall apart, because they had become like a family, and he didn't want to go back to the boring life he had in Seoul.
As he sat in the café, Donghae's mind was moving a mile a minute, thinking things, before answering another text, placing the phone back down on the table. It was afternoon, and the sun was hot, and there he was, drinking black coffee in a room that was slightly air conditioned. The place wasn't entirely full, but it was close enough to the capacity of the area, he was sure. It seemed like a lot of people were fond of coffee, for whatever reason. Some people were addicted to caffeine, and some people were just using coffee in order to wake them up or cure their hangovers from the night before. Coffee was good for lots of things, it seemed, and appealed to lots of people. Perhaps it was Donghae's constant intake of coffee that was keeping him from being tall and making him a boy who was laughed at for his height back in Korea. People were always making jokes about him being so short when he was living back there. But now, it was a normal height in America, him being five foot either, and he was considered to be a standard height. He supposed it was good to not tower over everyone else, but sometimes he wished that he did. Donghae wondered if taller people were actually seeing things differently than everyone else; that was why he had a longing to be taller, making jokes that he should have stretched more as a kid.
Donghae continued to sip at the beverage in front of him, spinning the cell phone around on the table. It was a habit that he had when he was bored, or waiting for a text or a phone call. Mind, he wasn't really waiting for a text or a phone call at that moment. In fact, he had been hoping that the person who was texting him would have stopped, but it was important that he had replied to the few texts prior, so they didn't think that he had died or something. Donghae flicked his head to the side some, moving the hair from his eyes. He'd recently dyed his hair back to its original colour of brown, but was wondering if maybe he should go back to the blonde colour that he had been sporting prior. Every time they made a new album, he would change his hair colour. It was some kind of superstitious thing that he had, and he actually was refreshed by the change in his hair colour from time to time. Everyone had ritual things that they did when they wanted to have a success, and while his maybe wasn't for success, but for his own personal joy or to feel a little bit different, see how he looked and to try something new, Donghae continued to do so, even if it would damage his hair.
So, he continued to spin the phone, until it ended up flying off the table and onto the floor near someone's foot. Donghae paused. This was not a good predicament, as the phone was bound to end up going off at any moment, as he'd got a text saying the person was going to call him. What if someone decided to pick it up and answer it? Also, the idea of going over and picking it up was slightly embarrassing to him. Rather than doing the obvious and going to pick the thing up, he continued to sit there, staring slightly as though he hadn't really noticed, because it landed a table away from him, and it was a bit strange.
What if someone were to recognize him and take pictures? How embarrassing would that be? His ego, which was rather big, would deflate some, which wasn't a good thing for him. Actually, it would be a good thing for others, but bad for him. Or maybe it would be just bad for everyone, because honestly, it might be nice for others if he didn't think so highly of himself, but they would have to put up with his bitching and moaning about how something like that had happened to him, and how he was so embarrassed about it. It was sad, but he eventually decided that it was better to pick the thing up, because he could see it vibrating on the ground.
thread progression: complete.
word count: 1057
to: brooks (emily! <3)
lyrics: tonight tonight
sounds: csi! C;
current mood: stoked!
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Post by brook on Jul 2, 2010 16:23:53 GMT 10
----- Brooks ruffled his naturally curly hair. Brooks wasn't the kind to pay attention to the hair on his heed, it was just something he let nature take care of. If he woke up with nasty bedhead, so be it, nasty bed head. Sure, he showered regularly, but he refused to add any hair products. The thought of his hair getting ruined or feeling weird made him worried, sure he didn't take very good care of his hair, but he liked where and how it was. He wasn't into the whole straightening crap. In his mind, straightners were for woman. The only time he'd play around with his hair would be if he were slicking it back for a special occasion, which didn't happen often.
The coffee gave a burning sting to Brooks's upper lip as he brought the hot liquid to his lips. He flinched, setting the cup down, and sighig. There was nothing worse then a burnt anything. Especially a burnt tongue. He hated that numb feeling his tongue would have, or how tasteless things became. He remembered years ago, when he was younger and his mother would make the boys soup. She always seemed to cook it for too long, and his father wouldn't let it sit long enough. His mother never really noticed how irritating it was to have her tomatoe soup burn the inside of his mouth. Even the crackers couldn't take the burn away. No matter how many times he pleaded for her to stop feedig them soup, she refused to stop. His brothers seemed to enjoy the taste of over cooked soup, but not him, he was the wuss of the family.
Brooks blew gently on the hot beverage, eager to get the caffine running through his system. He wasn't planning on taking any naps that could be dodged. The band he was the photographer for weren't playing until later on, but not late enough that he had enough time to sleep. He hated days like that. He'd spend his morning tiring his eyes and mind with constant reading of advanced worded books, making his mind really think while he pictured what was occuring in the story. He'd get so attached to the story line, and he'd long to get to the end of the book so he knew what would happen, but things would rudely interrupt, like work, or sleep. He always had read a lot. From the day he could read, there was just something about getting to think of things that authors put into your mind, but you got to take it in however you wanted. It was your fantasy land as much as it was the author's. He was strongly against films that were based off of stories. He believed that if they were going to based off a book, they ought to be the exact same. Plus, they ruined the fun of getting to think up the world on your own.
Brooks gave up on the coffee for the moment, setting it on the table, and sighing softly. His blue eyes glanced around the room, but carefully, making sure he never made any eye contact. He hated making eye contact, it was so awkward. It was like if you stare too long, they'll think you're a creep, or if you look away too fast, they think you were stairing at them, or something. Either way, it was a lose lose situation, and it was a situation he'd prefer not to be in. It was like that in crowds, too. When you made contact by accident. It just felt weird, and he always felt out of place. No matter what the crowd. He could be in a room filled with people exactly like him and he'd feel awkward. People made him feel awkward. He was never comfortable in any conversations, it was like no matter who the person, his mind would refuse to believe anyone on the face of the earth, was anything like him. Not that he was negative, or anything. Because he wasn't, really. His problem was just that he didn't know where he fit in, just quite yet.
The sound of something vibrating caught Brooks' attention, making him blink those king eyelashes of his, and look around for the source of the sound. When his eyes landed on the cellphone that lay vibrating on the floor, he gave it a curious look. He picked it up, sure it wasn't his, and looked around. No one seemed to look as though they dropped their cellular device. But then his eyes landed on a guy that seemed awfully familiar. Searching his mind and memories, he finally remembered. Donghae, a singer from a band that just happen to be on the same tour as he. Brooks never really talked to him, if at all. But then again, Brooks never really talked to a whole lot of people.
Brooks stood up slowly, leaving his coffee at the table, as he hesitated before walking over. He wasn't very good in these types of situations. If anything, he was horrible. This was one of those extremely awkward moments that he'd prefer to forget or ignore, and hope it'd fix itself, but Brooks had brought himself into this by picking up the phone in the first place.
Although inside his head he was screaming at himself, he walked over, offering the phone to him, not even sure if it was really his. " This your's? " he asked, looking at him for a moment, before looking away. Staring was rude, and he didn't like being rude. There was something about people who were rude that just made Brooks irritated a lot of the time. They seemed to think that they could do whatever they pleased and think people just wouldn't mind. It made Brooks bonkers. And worse of all, how could someone bring their child up like that? But Brooks had no say in it, anyway. He couldn't exactly make someone change because he thought they were rude, why, in his opinion, telling someone they're rude seemed to sound just as rude.
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STATUS: Done!
SONG: You and Me - One Night Only
NOTES lol! Tis okay! I ramble too! (: hope that's good to work with XDDD |
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Post by haruharu on Jul 3, 2010 10:37:27 GMT 10
show me the right way to go cause i know you know [/font][/center]
Donghae was met with a surprise the moment that he had turned to stand up. In fact, the initial shock of the situation nearly caused him to lose his footing; however he was able to maintain his posture and keep himself standing upright, rather than toppling over into a heap on the floor. That was something that he would leave to when he was severely drunk. Actually, it wasn't that often that Donghae actually lost his footing when he was drunk, which was some sort of an accomplishment in his books. A lot of people he knew were complete messes when they were drunks; he just became a bit of a lip-slut. He would kiss people, not caring which sex they were, hell, he'd probably even kissed a transvestite or two, to be completely honest. If his mother saw that, she might kill herself, though.
He regained himself, looking at the boy in front of him. He looked slightly familiar. The boy thought about where he might have seen the male before, because it wasn't too often that he really remembered faces of fans and that sort of thing. It was a very unlikely thing, so it must have been someone that was on the tour. He thought for a moment, nothing really clicking, but just knowing that he recognized the face. Donghae looked at him, raising an eyebrow, before clearing his throat. He looked at the boy with the phone in his hand. "Holy fuck, man!"
[/color] Donghae said, his voice sort of angry, and a bit loud. However, it wasn't so loud that he was going to cause a scene. "Don't sneak up on people; you nearly had me run into you!"[/color] Yes, Donghae was a rude guy. In fact, he was a dick to pretty much everyone. Well, no, that was a lie. There were a few people that he sincerely liked, and he tried not to be a dick to. Mind, he still did, because that was in his nature, but most of the time, he was really kind to those people, therefore making his complete asshole status fail. His mother hadn't raised him to be like that; he just turned out that way. In Korea, respect is something that is highly sought for, especially to show it to a person's elders. Donghae wouldn't lie - he followed that when he was in Korea. Sure, he was a jerk to people that were younger than him, as well as people who were the same age as him, but when it came to elders? He acted like an angel in front of them. So, if his mother had known that he was rude to just about anyone and everyone here, and completely cocky (even more so than he was before), she would probably be really disappointed. Donghae didn't know when it started, when he became out of hand, but it probably had something to do with angst, something to do with the anger that he'd balled inside of him from his father's death. He'd been angry when his mother had sent him away to go to some athletic training camp, knowing that his father was ill, but she still sent him away. Then he wasn't even able to properly say goodbye to the only person that believed in him. Therefore, he was a bit of an angry guy, taking it out on himself with his regular intake of alcohol. Thankfully, he hadn't got to the point where he was going on stage drunk, but it was escalating, and it would probably reach that point eventually. Grabbing the phone from the other's hand, Donghae looked at it. "Yeah, this is mine."[/color] He said it with a bite in his tone, no thanks added to him, as he sat down and sipped his coffee again, looking through his phone for a moment or two. Looking up, he stared at the male in front of him. He was tall, and slim, and attractive; well, that's what he'd think if he were a girl, of course. There was nothing really intimidating to him about the guy, even if he were taller than Donghae was. But, the thing about Donghae was that he was small, but feisty. He didn't take shit from anyone, and he wasn't scared by a heck of a lot of things. Sure, he had fears, but people? No, they didn't scare him. In fact, he guessed that someone was probably planning to go and stab him someday because he was such a huge asshole. So, maybe he would be murdered one day, but that idea didn't really frighten him at all. The way Donghae saw it was that all humans had to die eventually, therefore, the more interesting a person goes, the more likely they are to be remembered by those around them. Especially since he was in a band, and the front man to that band, it would definitely make him some sort of legend or something; someone like John Lennon, or maybe he'd even go out like Michael Jackson did. "Are you just going to stand there looking dumb, or are you going to go back to drink your coffee? Or did you want an autograph or something, because if that's the case, I really can't be arsed to give you one."[/color] His words were spoken in a broken English, the foreign accent coming through. Donghae's handle on the English language was actually pretty good, but it still sounded funny. He spoke to Naomi in Korean all the time on the bus, and they would go back to their native tongue, of course. The entire band was from either Korea or Japan, so they would speak the two languages. But, his English was still good, even if he did sound a bit funny saying a few words (or maybe a lot of words). [/blockquote][/blockquote] thread progression: complete. word count: 996 to: brooks (emily! <3) lyrics: tonight tonight sounds: n/a. current mood: fair. extra stuff: n/a [/size] |
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Post by brook on Jul 3, 2010 13:55:52 GMT 10
----- It had happen so quick, Brooks had felt as though he were going to bump into the guy. He was relieved when he didn't, knowing he would have toppled over, on to the floor, or into someone, either situation would have been highly embarassed. He wasn't the greatest at dealing with embarassing situations when it was in public. He probably would never forget it, and believe no one else ever forgot it, either. Being in public was even hard for him.
Brooks blushed at the come back, kind of wishing he would just let nature take it's course, and just left the phone there, and let the owner notice it. But it would've been his luck that the owner of the phone never noticed it. They would have left, and later on someone would have picked it up, and the person would have later on reported it missing, and Brooks would have felt bad. But maybe if he had waited, just one moment longer, instead of grabbing it right away and standing up. Oh well, he was fine, and he didn't fall over. " Sorry... "
Brooks handed the boy his phone when he mentioned it was indeed, his. He sort of just stood there, waiting for the usual human being reply of a thank you. He didn't hear any thanks, and he had to admit, he was a bit disappointed about it. Usually someone would at least mumble a thanks, or nodded in appreciation. No, not this guy. He simply sat down and continued minding his own buisness. Brooks just stuck around for a moment, prepared to walk away, but he caught eye with the opposite guy, but glanced away quickly when he realized he was staring. He hated staring, it was so awkward. He wanted to walk away, but now he just didn't know what to do.
" I'm sorry... I didn't mean I just thought... " he bit his tongue on his reply, shaking his head and looking back at the other guy. He was kind of attractive, Brooks noticed. Although he wouldn't ever say it out loud. Brooks was perfectly fine with his sexuality, and he didn't mind how he thought of men. The only problem was, he feared of how everyone around him would react. He knew his family would take it horribly, and would probably shun him from their lives. But he wondered about his friends. He knew a lot of them were trustworthy, but he couldn't help but wonder if the rumor spread around, that his parents would over hear.
Brooks loved his parents, the were cool and all. But his family was a typical American family, living under a roof that only had knowledge of sports. The tv was constantly set on a sports channel, and the only Payper view they got were ones of sports, or wrestling, or UFC. Family nights were spent sitting and watching a game of football, and their family vacations were them flying out to Boston to watch an intense game of baseball, or a violent game of soccer (football) in London. His family's life revolved around sports, and Brooks despised it. He hated sports, or anything he really had to move around for. Sports hated him just as much.
Brooks was the kind of guy that just couldn't get sports. Growing up, he was the kid on the soccer team that passed the water to the ones who really gave a crap about the sport. He was the guy who tried out for the football team because it'd make his father proud, but he'd also be the guy who wounded up in the nurses office because one of the bigger guys smashed him to the ground. He could remember being on the baseball team, but fainting before catching the ball because he ran so much, the adrenaline rushing through him, making his heart race, and the sun shining in his eyes while he stopped to catch the ball, it all made him dizzy and he just dropped. He was just pathetic, coach after coach would say that, and he really tried, but the constant failing and shit he got from the coaches and his older brothers, he just gave up.
Brooks' older brothers had always been successful at sports. They never failed to fill up the shelves with trophies. They were the rough kind of guys, who'd throw parties at their house when their parents were gone, and would invite all their fellow jocks into their wonderful home. Meanwhile, Brooks would be stuck in his room, to shy to venture down into the crowd of party animal teens. Loud music would always blast through the household, and it wouldn't be rare for drunk teens to stumble into his bedroom and make out, then he'd have to clear his throat to catch their attention so they'd leave. The next morning the two older brothers would proceed to threaten Brooks, forcing him to convince the parents that there was no partying going on.
" And, uhh... No, I don't want an autograph. " Brooks frowned. He didn't know why people were rude. He just could not comprehend as to how or why people loved being rude to everyone around them. When Brooks was raised, he couldn't understand how his brothers could be so rude. The way they would loudly and obnoxiously talk while they eat, or pick on that paper boy that tried to stay as far away as possible from their household now.
Brooks walked back to his seat, sitting down, and trying to mind his own buisiness. He just could not get over it. He looked at the Korean singer, and blinked. " You're welcome, by the way. "
----- WORD COUNT: 1007
STATUS: Done!
SONG: You and Me - One Night Only
NOTES woah. Lots of rambling here |: BTW. LOOOVE DONGHAE <3
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Post by haruharu on Jul 4, 2010 9:47:34 GMT 10
show me the right way to go cause i know you know [/font][/center]
There were a few rules that Donghae followed in his life. They were pretty simple, very standard, and easy to follow. The first was to never feel guilty for anything, no matter what people's reactions may be. The second was to never apologize when he knew he was right. Finally, he vowed to himself that pride was something he must always be watchful of; pride and the state of his ego. One might think that getting into situations where he was being a jerk to others would cause him shame if someone else saw, or if the person didn't just accept it. But, upon following those rules, he didn't allow himself to do so. In fact, he was determined to not apologize, or even go back and later thank a person if they pulled the whole 'you're welcome' thing after he didn't thank them. Those were the things that he'd told himself, and they were the ways that he lived by, making him the person that he was at that moment in time.
Donghae was a strong willed guy, never giving in. Well, actually, it depended who the person was. Maybe if it were his mother, getting all grouchy and bitching at him to do something, he would. Or, if it were another member of his band, or especially Naomi, who was probably his closest friend, and not to mention the manager of his band, then he might give in to what they wanted. However, he wouldn't make it easy for them. Donghae enjoyed putting up a fight. Sometimes it was just a pure facade. See, he just did these things, not only because he was stubborn, but because he enjoyed to get a rise out of people; he liked to see how they would react when they put him in a difficult situation. If he didn't do that, then people might take him as a push-over, which he wasn't. Also, he might find himself becoming bored when there was nothing else to do. If they were on the road on their way to a venue, he might like to stir things up just a little bit in order to keep the bus ride interesting. It was a good enough idea, and since the members of the band knew him well enough to know that he would never really do something like that in complete seriousness, it made for a good laugh, and maybe a little bit of amusing dramatics.
He stared at the other boy with a look that said "you're a freak, get the fuck out". He was a bit bored with the situation. "I never thanked you, dude,"
[/color] Donghae looked at him, rolling his eyes, smirking a little bit. It was kind of funny, actually. The kid was making him think that he wasn't wanting an autograph, right. Well, why was he still there? Usually people would just leave in this kinds of situations; give back whatever it was, and just leave, even if they made a remark like he just did. However, it seemed like the other boy wasn't leaving. "Look, if you don't want an autograph, then why are you hanging around? Get lost or something. I've got better things to do than to have you wasting my time here in a café. Just go."[/color] He stared at him, looking at him with a grim look, before cracking a smile; however, it wasn't a soft, welcoming smile, but more of an arrogant smile suggesting that he was worthless and that Donghae was just that much better than he was. If the other didn't leave, Donghae would probably grab his coffee and go elsewhere, but then again, he was there and he had the right to drink his coffee peacefully, right? After all, he was a paying customer, so he should be able to at least sit peacefully in the café and enjoy the lack-luster coffee that he had been given. He was in a fairly good mood that day, however, and really didn't feel like causing a problem by telling them that their coffee was shit. "Are you not leaving then? If you're not, I suggest you stop just looming over me, then; people are beginning to look at you,"[/color] Donghae said, hoping to get the kid to stop standing there, being so... tall and awkward. It wasn't a comfortable situation to have someone standing there by him, just being really tall and not speaking much. In fact, Donghae was rarely ever made uncomfortable. It was a rare thing when he was made to feel in a position that he didn't want to be in, so that kid had clearly hit some kind of a nerve to make Donghae feel a bit awkward. Maybe it was the fact that he found him alluring and attractive. Or maybe it was simply that he just wanted to kid to get lost before he put him into a bad mood. And, well, if the boy were in a bad mood, then nobody would have that great of a day, because he would be the storm cloud that came uninvited to a picnic; the one friend that no one secretly doesn't like that decided to crash the party and annoy the hell out of everyone, making the host look bad. In all honesty, though, it may have been the prior of the two, and Donghae was silently cursing himself for thinking this as he eyed the other male, masking his thoughts with an arrogant look, making it seem like he was evaluating the worth of the other and coming to the conclusion that he wasn't as good as he. It was a nasty cycle of thinking, and it was something that Donghae had planned out like a professional, masking his thoughts to make a person think that he thought they were just, well, crap, to be completely honest. Where he'd learned to do that, he really couldn't say, but it was something that he had learned to do. The situation was a little dull, and a little far fetched, he supposed. However, what else could he really say to the kid? He'd already tried to get him to leave, and that didn't seem to be working. So, he'd resorted to telling him he might as well sit there with him. Hopefully that would scared the kid off, because Donghae highly doubted that he'd want to sit with him. Actually, maybe he would. Donghae tended to be pretty charming and alluring, in some kind of way that he couldn't put his finger on. A lot of people seemed to not be turned off by him being a dick, because even he had fan girls. Mind, he was a bit nicer to those girls than he was being to this guy, but hey, they were females; he couldn't be rude to a female. Well, yeah, he could, but that's completely different, it would only happen if they did something really, terrible horrible to him. [/blockquote][/blockquote] thread progression: complete. word count: 1178 to: brooks (emily! <3) lyrics: tonight tonight sounds: big bang - koe wo kikasete current mood: starving! D: extra stuff: and donghae loves you! <3 C: [/size] |
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