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part eighty
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Re: hg: the dragon master is a huge dick (team cccm)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-11 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)“You really don’t have to come save me all the time,” Amber tells the Dragon Master countless of times. “I’m not a useless damsel in distress. I can take care of myself.”
“I know,” the Dragon Master once replied, instead of coolly nodded and flying away like he usually does. “I just couldn’t forgive myself if you ever got hurt when I could have done something about it.”
“You’re sweet,” Amber chuckled before giving the Dragon Master a closer look. “You know, you remind me of someon—”
Before she could finish her statement, the Dragon Master had fled out the window of the abandoned warehouse (because despite how suave and handsome he tries to be, he really is just an awkward mess sometimes). Amber sighed, looked at the knocked out gangsters around her, and muttered, “He could have at least flew me home.”
In addition, the Dragon Master can fly, breathe and control fire, and has super strength—coincidentally, almost exactly the same powers his arch nemesis, Phoenix Fire, who can produce his own fires as well. This often makes showdowns a pain in the ass. Phoenix Fire, otherwise known as that annoying asshole of a neighbor Park Chanyeol, also enjoys making ill-timed penis jokes about the Dragon Master’s superhero name that Jongdae finds fucking hilarious.
But that’s because Jongdae writes those jokes and draws the Dragon Master’s horrified face whenever he hears them. Because Jongdae is a comic book writer and illustrator, and the Dragon Master is his creation.
Jongdae is staring at a blank sketch pad when he hears someone knock on the door of his studio apartment. He counts to ten before getting up to answer so whoever is at the door will think he is actually busy. The person knocks again when Jongdae reaches seven, so he decides to get up three seconds early.
“Coming,” Jongdae calls out, flipping his sketch pad shut before shuffling to the door. When Jongdae opens the door, he finds Kim Joonmyun, the editor of the magazine in which The Adventures of the Dragon Master is published. “Oh, uh, hi.”
Jongdae blinks because why would Joonmyun be here? While Jongdae appears calm and collected (mainly because the glasses), he really is panicking on the inside because—holy shit I must look so fucking gross right now I haven’t even changed out of my pajamas yet he must think I’m such a lazy slob and then he’s going to fire me and never be romantically interested in me eversdf—Jongdae is not as presentable as he would like to be and Joonmyun is very important (read: he wants to bone Joonmyun so hard but cannot work up the balls to ask him out because a) he’s his boss and b) Jongdae has never had the balls to ask anyone out, like, ever).
“Hey, Jongdae!” Joonmyun greets brightly (Okay, maybe he’s not going to fire me. Yet.). “I trust everything is going well?”
“Uh. Yeah.” Jongdae looks back over at his work station where he knows only three panels of next week’s issue have been drawn. “Peachy keen. Wonderful, actually.” Jongdae and Joonmyun stand staring at each other for about ten seconds in silence before Jongdae remembers his manners. “Oh, um, would you like to come in?” he asks, opening the door a little bit farther (his apartment is not immaculate but at least it is not the huge pigsty it becomes hours before a deadline).
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” Joonmyun says, eyes not leaving Jongdae’s face. “I just wanted to tell you that this week’s issue has been one of the best selling this year. My office is flooded with letters gushing about how cool the Dragon Master is, so I can only assume you’re a big part out our success.” He grins and a part of Jongdae’s heart sings.
“Oh, thanks a lot,” Jongdae replies shyly, looking down at his slippers. To his horror, a coffee stain he did not notice early stares back up at him. “It really means a lot to hear that from you.”
Joonmyun pats Jongdae on the shoulder. “I’m just giving credit where it’s due. Keep up the good work!”
“Of course.” Jongdae gives Joonmyun a mock salute before bidding him farewell. As he closes the door, Jongdae rubs his eyes and mutters, “Awkward. Stupid. Oh my god why am I such a mess.”
“You know, he must really like you if he came all the way to your apartment just to praise you,” a new voice suddenly chimes. Jongdae whips his head up in alarm because no one other than himself has set foot in this apartment since last Sunday. What he finds is a tall gentlemen clad in green spandex and dragon mask lounging on his couch while reading the March 13 issue of the magazine. “He definitely seems interested. You should go for it.”
“How would you know?” Jongdae snorts because since when does the almighty Kim Jongdae take relationship advice from strangely dressed apartment intruders.
“Because I’m a couples counselor,” the man replies, “I get paid to know this shit.”
“Wait, how the fuck did you get into my apartment?!” Jongdae nearly shrieks when the realization suddenly dawns upon him. “You aren’t some weird psycho fan or something because—”
The stranger sighs before taking off his mask, and suddenly Jongdae is greeted by the same face he has sketched countless of times. It’s Kris Wu, the Dragon Master, a fucking fictional creation, alive and in the flesh and sitting on Jongdae’s fucking couch.
Jongdae gives the only proper response he can think of in this type of situation.
He screams.
Apparently, Joonmyun walks very slowly or not as much time passed as Jongdae had thought because within twenty seconds, Joonmyun is pounding on Jongdae’s door and shouting, “Jongdae? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Uh…uh…I’m fine!” This time, the panic in Jongdae’s voice is more than evident in his voice.
“Jongdae! Open this door now!”
“See, he does care,” the Dragon Master smirks from his reclined position, tossing his mask on the seat next to him.
“No, he—shut up!” Jongdae hisses.
“Jongdae?” The pounding gets more insistent.
“Better answer it,” the Dragon Master drones easily as he flips another page of the magazine. Jongdae scurries away, looking over his shoulder multiple times to make sure he is not imagining things. Maybe this is all a horrible dream and he will wake up in a few minutes to find that he started drooling on his sketch pad again.
When Jongdae answers the door, Joonmyun looks as flustered as Jongdae feels. “Are you okay? What happened?” Joonmyun asks, trying to peer over Jongdae’s shoulder.
“Uh. Spider,” Jongdae blurts out. Joonmyun furrows his brow, understandably not convinced.
“Did you…kill it?” Joonmyun inquires cautiously.
“I did, actually,” the Dragon Master responds as he suddenly appears behind Jongdae. Jongdae turns around in horror.
“Who is this?” Joonmyun’s eyebrows are raised, and while his voice is polite, it is noticeably tense.
“I don—” Jongdae starts but is rudely interrupted.
“Li Yifan,” the Dragon Master lies smoothly, cutting off Jongdae. “We met in Beijing during Jongdae’s semester abroad.”
“You studied in Beijing?” Joonmyun asks Jongdae, though he is obviously still staring at the Drag—Yifan.
“Uh, yeah,” Jongdae mumbles out, slightly surprised because he actually did. How did he even know?
“And the outfit?” Joonmyun directs his eyes at the outfit Yifan is wearing.
“Oh,” Yifan laughs sheepishly. “Jongdae based the Dragon Master off of me, so sometimes I come over and do random poses for him he needs help.”
“Yup. That’s it,” Jongdae grumbles. (No, that’s not it at all. I based him off of the Hong Kong actor Lei Gaa Hang, fuck you, Dragon Master, he grumbles, equally pissed off in his mind.)
“Why didn’t you mention earlier that you had a guest?” Joonmyun chuckles awkwardly. “I wouldn’t have kept you as long as I did.”
“I—” Jongdae starts only to be interrupted again.
“Didn’t want to leave his favorite editor hanging,” Yifan smiles and Jongdae really wants to punch that stupidly perfect face he created. “We’re actually going out to eat tonight.” Jongdae turns around and mouths, What the fuck are you talking about? This is not even remotely in character for you. WHY DO YOU NOT OBEY ME?!
Yifan does not even bother to look down at Jongdae. “You should join us.”
“Oh, well—” Joonmyun begins before Jongdae cuts him off.
“Joonmyun’s a really busy man. He doesn’t have time for normal people like us, ha ha,” Jongdae laughs stiltedly, quickly sending a glare at Yifan and then smiling bashfully at Joonmyun. “Ha.”
“I would love to, actually.” Jongdae and Yifan look at Joonmyun, surprised—Yifan delighted and Jongdae terrified. “How about I meet you guys in the lobby at seven?”
“Perfect,” Yifan answers before Jongdae can even protest. “See you.”
Joonmyun smiles softly at Jongdae before sending Yifan a wary look. The three stare awkwardly at each other before Joonmyun turns to leave.
Jongdae shuts the door, sighs, and says, “You are a fucking asshole.”
“Well, that’s all your fault, isn’t it?” Yifan smirks. Jongdae feels like screaming again, but he knows this time he will not be able to blame it on spiders if Joonmyun comes running back in. “Now, do you have anything I can wear that won’t make it look like I shrunk all my clothes in the dryer?”
“So what are we doing tonight?” a man with large eyes and a burgundy faux hawk asks. He takes a few steps forward to glance over the ledge of the roof while his companion looks into a pair of binoculars pointed at the window of Jongdae’s apartment.
“What we do every night, Kyungsoo,” the other replies. The phoenix emblazoned on his back shimmers menacingly. “We’re going to make Kris’s life miserable.”
Kyungsoo sighs and mutters, “Why do I even ask?”
Re: hg: the dragon master is a huge dick (team cccm)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)Re: hg: the dragon master is a huge dick (team cccm)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-12 12:05 am (UTC)(link)