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dbsk_flashfic2013-04-14 09:32 pm
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Work and Pleasure (Drabble Challenge 177: NGs)
Title: Work and Pleasure
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karavila
Word count: 200
Concrit?: Sure.
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Summary: Business and pleasure don't mix. Not on set, anyway.
Changmin sits engrossed in a final take, eyes narrowed and glaring at himself on the screen.
He thinks he can identify every single point where there’d been a wrong angle, a wrong expression, a wrong delivery of lines. A wrong tilt of the lips.
Changmin’s a perfectionist himself when it comes to work, but Yunho’s always been the shittiest kind of director to work with.
“Babe, you know it’s a bad idea to bring work home.” Two warm arms come from behind to snake around his neck, and Changmin brings up a hand to stroke the accompanying face, even as he directs a scowl at their reflections in the window.
“Technically, it was you. And you clearly meant for me to see it, leaving the tapes on the table like that.”
There’s a light kiss on the line of his jaw, soothing, cajoling. “You got me. I wanted you to see how all your hard work paid off.”
Changmin huffs. It’s not a work ethic he can disagree with, but forty-seven takes in one scene really had been taking this piss.
“You’re a bastard, you know.”
Yunho smiles – smirks – eyes crinkling in the face of his imminent victory. “I know.”
Author:
karavilaWord count: 200
Concrit?: Sure.
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Summary: Business and pleasure don't mix. Not on set, anyway.
Changmin sits engrossed in a final take, eyes narrowed and glaring at himself on the screen.
He thinks he can identify every single point where there’d been a wrong angle, a wrong expression, a wrong delivery of lines. A wrong tilt of the lips.
Changmin’s a perfectionist himself when it comes to work, but Yunho’s always been the shittiest kind of director to work with.
“Babe, you know it’s a bad idea to bring work home.” Two warm arms come from behind to snake around his neck, and Changmin brings up a hand to stroke the accompanying face, even as he directs a scowl at their reflections in the window.
“Technically, it was you. And you clearly meant for me to see it, leaving the tapes on the table like that.”
There’s a light kiss on the line of his jaw, soothing, cajoling. “You got me. I wanted you to see how all your hard work paid off.”
Changmin huffs. It’s not a work ethic he can disagree with, but forty-seven takes in one scene really had been taking this piss.
“You’re a bastard, you know.”
Yunho smiles – smirks – eyes crinkling in the face of his imminent victory. “I know.”