♡ bombameme ♡ ([personal profile] exomeme) wrote2014-07-13 12:44 pm

part two hundred and sixteen

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xiumin -644

(Anonymous) 2014-07-14 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I really thought he'd make it," Chanyeol sighs, resting his chin in his palm. His elbow is propped up on the booth table, the sleeve of his favorite hoodie in a sticky puddle of spilled cider. He can't bring himself to care. "I had twenty thousand won riding on him."

"I had fifty," Minseok commiserates. He downs the shot of soju in one drop, Chanyeol notices enviously. Maybe when he's drunk enough, Minseok will let him take a shot as well. He definitely needed it.

The next list of names for the upcoming -- upcoming, Chanyeol laughs bitterly, like most of the company's trainees hadn't been waiting since 2008 -- boyband had been posted in one of the front hallways of the company building. Far enough away that the sasaengs stalking the front doors would never see it, but in broad enough view that every trainee and staff member entering the building could come across it.

Jinho's name hadn't made the list.

"I don't understand. Minseok hyung said that you said that he was doing fine in Mandarin classes?" Chanyeol asks Yixing. They're not particularly close, in fact they barely know each other at all. Why would they when Yixing spends half his time in dance lessons and the other half surrounded by other Chinese trainees (and Minseok, he guesses) only speaking Mandarin. But Minseok had just come out of practice with the guy and invited him along and Chanyeol couldn't exactly tell his hyung who the fuck is this without sounding more disrespectful than usual.

Yixing is a dull looking guy, who already looks sleepy enough even without the liquor, but at least he's nice and his eyes are too blank to hold any sort of judgement, Chanyeol guesses. Could be worse. Could be Joonmyun nagging him about how he shouldn't drink until he came of age or else it wouldn't be special anymore.

"Jinho sshi," Yixing says. His eyes turn towards the ceiling, and Chanyeol would bet the rest of the meat on his plate that he's trying to remember just who Jinho is. "Ah, Jinho sshi," Yixing finally picks up after thirty-something seconds of silent contemplation and Chanyeol eyeing him uncertainly, "actually his Mandarin made me cry. And Zitao. Zitao cried too, Jinho sshi may have accidentally insulted his mother."

Chanyeol groans into his hand, reaching out for Minseok's shotglass with the other one. Unfortunately for him, Minseok is still sober enough to hold it out of his reach and warn him with a sharp glare. Maybe later.

"The guy they picked instead is nice," Minseok says, passing over the glass bottle of cider instead. Chanyeol takes it grudgingly, "and his Mandarin is better than mine at least." From beside him, Yixing nods so enthusiastically, Minseok almost looks insulted.

"I heard it was another Kim," Chanyeol grumbles, "why so many Kims?"

"Kims are awesome," Minseok says sternly as he takes another shot, "you have two Kims who are your hyungs, you better watch that mouth."

Yixing laughs, his attention darting between them like he's watching a ping-pong match. "I think you'll get along with Kim Jongdae sshi," he tells Chanyeol, reaching out to pat him on the wrist. Chanyeol isn't sure he's ready for that level of intimacy yet.

Chanyeol resists the urge to faceplant into the table, even with all the sticky leftovers covering it. It's late enough that no one cares that the gunk on his face isn't BB cream. "What makes you think that?" he asks skeptically.

Yixing pauses, tapping a finger against his cheek as he starts thinking again. Minseok shoots Chanyeol another warning glare before he can even think to say anything. "He's a good singer, likes music" Yixing says, ignoring the way Chanyeol snorts because they're all in a music company, "also he's your age. So many 92-liners."

Oh. Oh. That, Chanyeol can work with.

Re: xiumin -644

(Anonymous) 2014-07-14 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
omg i didn't expect predebut canonfic *____* this was great! gj anon :*

Re: xiumin -644

(Anonymous) 2014-07-14 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
thanks you :3 i.. wasn't expecting predebut canon fic either tbh lol

Re: xiumin -644

(Anonymous) 2014-07-14 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
oh man i really liked this ;;

Re: xiumin -644

(Anonymous) 2014-07-14 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
i'm really glad <3