#pnap in
buzzkill. he wishes he could say he’s surprised, but not only is this changkyun he’s talking to, but seungcheolhe’s talking about. he pretends he is nonetheless, though, a gasp parting his lips and his eyes widening comically. hand on heart, he sniffles a little, as if wounded, before shaking it off with a quiet but hearty laugh. changkyun won’t entertain his dramatics for long, so there’s no point keeping it up unnecessarily. his further request piques his attention, however. it’s at least work related, but he can’t say he thinks it’s a good idea still. he hates to shoot his best friend down twicein a row, but he’d rather take his pouting than a scolding from their stylists for messing up his hair or getting sweat on his outfit.
( no more than his usual nervous amount, anyway, though he’s been getting better in front of the camera. it isn’t like this is his first music video shooting, or his second or third. they’ve even recently done those new member teasers, too; he should be comfortable by now and he isgetting there — steadily. )
“see, you’re at least aiming at the target this time,” he teases, “but I’m afraid it’s a no again. do you know how much I feared for my life when the stylist glared at me for fiddling with my shirt earlier? imagine if I got my hair all windswept or got a crease in my top— you’d be promoting without me.” an exaggeration, but what’s a joke without a littletruth behind it? “uh, people with cars, devil. also, I’m surprised I’m not already saved as that. how long have you known me? hey, what’s my contact photo on your phone? it better be flattering.” he mumbles, tiptoeing to see over at the screen.
conversations like these always lightened changkyun up. knowing that his best friend was aware he was joking and meant no harm, was always good. after all, this was what friends were for. teasing each other, being there for each other. it was nice that seungcheol was okay with all of this. he is sure the staff can hear them quietly being dramatic with one another, but none of them seemed to care. it was like any other photoshoot. they were left to their own accord whenever it wasn’t their turn to film.
with one more dramatic sigh, changkyun slumped even further into his seat “i am bored.” he states and he knows he sounds dramatic, but this was the first music video they weren’t dancing in. he literally had nothing he was interested in or looking forward to. “you feared for it, i don’t. the cordi-noonas love me!” he says, seriously, but they all know he is joking. he doesn’t want to get yelled at, afterall, he is supposed to set an example when it comes to the new members.”stop calling me devil, i already get call demon by fans i don’t need you to bandwagon on that behaviour!” changkyun says with a huff and runs a hand through his hair. at the question about cheol’s contact photo, the younger raises a brow at him. quickly, he unlocks his phone and goes onto his contact, turning the phone to him.
“of course its a good one! i only take flattering pictures.“ she adds, rolling his eyes. it was a picture he took of seungcheol when he had his silver hair, which meant it wasn’t from that long ago “i hope mine is flattering, otherwise i will be upset!“
