The Most Terrible Time of the Year
Orbiting BodiesA/N: This is angst that I drabbled and hadn't planned to share but whoops, unlisted doesn't mean what I thought it did on AFF and some ppl saw it so, here you go.
It’s the Most Terrible Time of the Year
(After W&W Ch 25 & OrbBodies Ch 2; Date: January 10, 2017)
Woobin
Insungie-hyung, we need a trip
Insung
Sure, but why ‘need?’
Woobin
It’s Kyungsoo-yah
We’re drinking tonight and I asked what he wants for his birthday
‘Nothing you can give me, hyung’ is all he said
And now he keeps mumbling about how he hates January
Hates his birthday
Hates everything about this time of year
??
Insung
Right, sounds like he needs a change of scenery.
Let’s go to Japan. Tomorrow?
Woobin
/thumbs up emoji/
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Insung’s not sure what to make of it. They have a relatively quiet day shopping. When a few fans spot them and try to take videos with their phones, Insung takes swift action in discouraging them and blocking their view. A few pointed looks seem to be sufficient to get the point across: Not today, ladies. If Kyungsoo needs a break from the routine madness of his life back in Seoul, his hyungs are damn sure he’s not going to have to put up with it here on his vacation.
But even with him and Woobin doing a good job of keeping nosy onlookers at bay, Kyungsoo still seems out of it. Demure for their maknae who’s usually quick to laugh at their jokes or jump in with some scathing commentary when they banter.
They decide to dine at an exclusive VIP club with a reputation for being discreet. Even though it's a weeknight, the dance floor is bumping as the music reverberates around the posh space. They’re escorted upstairs to one of the private rooms that overlooks the main area, and Insung orders a full spread along with some top shelf sake.
“It’s too much, hyung,” Kyungsoo cutely protests as they sit down on fancy floor cushions at the low table. His eyes are downcast as he takes in the variety of special sushi laid out before them and the lush, velvet drapes that cover the room from floor to ceiling.
“Nonsense! It’s our baby Soo’s birthday! What could be too much?” Insung insists.
“To Kyungsoo!” Woobin toasts, having poured them all shots. Dutifully, the honored guest drinks with his seniors, turning respectfully to the side as he downs the alcohol. The shade of
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