Kim Myungsoo being himself, Yoo Ah In’s insolence, Sunggyu’s embarrassing underwear, Narsha(yes that’s a warning), Sungyeol’s questionable life choices. Also, ladies being badass(NOT a warning).
Your warnings and not-warnings are so beautiful to me.
“It’s really hard to shade in someone’s brows when there isn’t any hair for the shade to stick to.” Sungyeol really tries not to roll his eyes, but after hearing the same muttered complaint from every make-up girl fresh off the Sephora counter, it gets really hard not to. “Well, Ranya Mordanova seems to be doing fine without hers.” Sungyeol retorts, making the make-up artist jump a little. “So does the Mona Lisa.” “Are you actually comparing yourself to a Russian chick with a bowl cut and an old painting?” Sungjoon’s face appears behind him in the mirror, his smile painted like a terrifying clown wraith, hands clutching Sungyeol’s shoulders and yep, there goes at least four pins right into the flesh of his shoulderblade. Normally he would have yelped, or maybe even twitched and ruined his make-up, but he’s lucky enough to still be feeling the numbing buzz that Changmin’s painkillers provided after a bad dislocation last night.
Okay, like, I started highlighting to copy AND THEN I JUST COULDN'T STOP BECAUSE EYEBROWS AND SUNGJOON AND PINS AND CHANGMIN'S PAINKILLERS.
Sungjoon winks at her before sitting himself down in Sungyeol’s lap.
This brings me great delight.
“Cameras? That important is he?” Sungyeol scoffs. “Yeollie, are we being jealous of the little brat?”
BRAT. BRAT WITH THE SLASHES IN HIS TITLE. AND SUNGYEOL LEFT SCRIPTS UNDER NAMU'S BED CAN I CRY NOW?
For all the attention-grabber that Sungyeol is and wants to be normally, having Myungsoo’s full attention directed at him when the question is asked makes it very hard for him not to grimace uncomfortably.
I'm just impressed he doesn't run away screaming.
“How the fuck should I know? Do you really think I care enough to waste my attention on you?” He hears a small oh from behind him and the sound is almost pitiful. Sungyeol worries that he’s hurt the guy’s feelings before remembering who both of them are, instead he just sighs and stands to his full height and looks down on the other boy. “Look, it’s one thing to book the BB-cream CF’s for the sake of the pre-teens, get called up for a walk once or twice a year and it’s another thing to actually have this as a day job. You could walk out there bowlegged and nobody would give a shit, you’re professional fangirl killer Kim Myungsoo. The truth is, that tonight this tent will be packed front to back row not because of us, but because of you. This is a rookie designer and you’re famous, you’re only here for publicity and nothing else.”
SUNGYEOL I LOVE YOU YOU MEAN LITTLE BOY.
Something nags at Sungyeol again when he sees the other boy’s eyes dim slightly and the muscles in his jaw flexing. It’s a good look on Myungsoo, a stray thought supplies, maybe this look of anger is what brings girls to their knees because if Sungyeol was anyone else, he would probably be planning on getting his number after this.
HAHAHAHA.
“You know...this would be a good time to call her back.” He suggests. Min Ah bites her lip and shakes her head, fixing Ah In with what he thinks, is an undeserved glare. “Absolutely not. She’s too young for this.” “He’s younger. She’s just as old as Sungyeol and Nana, plus she’s had more training than them. She’s ready, you’re just stalling at this point.”
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Your warnings and not-warnings are so beautiful to me.
“It’s really hard to shade in someone’s brows when there isn’t any hair for the shade to stick to.”
Sungyeol really tries not to roll his eyes, but after hearing the same muttered complaint from every make-up girl fresh off the Sephora counter, it gets really hard not to.
“Well, Ranya Mordanova seems to be doing fine without hers.” Sungyeol retorts, making the make-up artist jump a little. “So does the Mona Lisa.”
“Are you actually comparing yourself to a Russian chick with a bowl cut and an old painting?”
Sungjoon’s face appears behind him in the mirror, his smile painted like a terrifying clown wraith, hands clutching Sungyeol’s shoulders and yep, there goes at least four pins right into the flesh of his shoulderblade. Normally he would have yelped, or maybe even twitched and ruined his make-up, but he’s lucky enough to still be feeling the numbing buzz that Changmin’s painkillers provided after a bad dislocation last night.
Okay, like, I started highlighting to copy AND THEN I JUST COULDN'T STOP BECAUSE EYEBROWS AND SUNGJOON AND PINS AND CHANGMIN'S PAINKILLERS.
Sungjoon winks at her before sitting himself down in Sungyeol’s lap.
This brings me great delight.
“Cameras? That important is he?” Sungyeol scoffs.
“Yeollie, are we being jealous of the little brat?”
BRAT. BRAT WITH THE SLASHES IN HIS TITLE. AND SUNGYEOL LEFT SCRIPTS UNDER NAMU'S BED CAN I CRY NOW?
For all the attention-grabber that Sungyeol is and wants to be normally, having Myungsoo’s full attention directed at him when the question is asked makes it very hard for him not to grimace uncomfortably.
I'm just impressed he doesn't run away screaming.
“How the fuck should I know? Do you really think I care enough to waste my attention on you?” He hears a small oh from behind him and the sound is almost pitiful. Sungyeol worries that he’s hurt the guy’s feelings before remembering who both of them are, instead he just sighs and stands to his full height and looks down on the other boy.
“Look, it’s one thing to book the BB-cream CF’s for the sake of the pre-teens, get called up for a walk once or twice a year and it’s another thing to actually have this as a day job. You could walk out there bowlegged and nobody would give a shit, you’re professional fangirl killer Kim Myungsoo. The truth is, that tonight this tent will be packed front to back row not because of us, but because of you. This is a rookie designer and you’re famous, you’re only here for publicity and nothing else.”
SUNGYEOL I LOVE YOU YOU MEAN LITTLE BOY.
Something nags at Sungyeol again when he sees the other boy’s eyes dim slightly and the muscles in his jaw flexing. It’s a good look on Myungsoo, a stray thought supplies, maybe this look of anger is what brings girls to their knees because if Sungyeol was anyone else, he would probably be planning on getting his number after this.
HAHAHAHA.
“You know...this would be a good time to call her back.” He suggests. Min Ah bites her lip and shakes her head, fixing Ah In with what he thinks, is an undeserved glare.
“Absolutely not. She’s too young for this.”
“He’s younger. She’s just as old as Sungyeol and Nana, plus she’s had more training than them. She’s ready, you’re just stalling at this point.”
MINHA!!!!