Fashionable
Apr. 27th, 2012 06:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wonderlifeAuthor: Nichole
Rating: G
Word Count: 205
Story Title: Fashionable
Story: AU WE ARE
Summary: Ling'er and Ji Sung meet for a meal, but Ji Sung is fashionably late
His lower lip was busted. It was the first thing she noticed. He was wearing a baseball cap, low over his eyes; she was sure he was trying to hide a black eye or worse. She stood up from the table and smiled brightly at him.
“Just because we meet at a fashionable café, doesn’t mean you get to be fashionably late, Na Ji Sung.”
Ji Sung shrugged before flopping down into a chair. “Ling’er . . . I’m a fashionable guy. I thought you understand that.” he paused briefly. “Has your mother come home yet?”
Ling’er retook her seat. “Does she ever?” Pouting lightly, she touched the rim of her red glasses. “My eye sight is getting better, and she doesn’t even notice. Tumors aren’t Fashion Week, I suppose.”
Ling’er stared deeply into his eyes for a moment, before going on; “Would you sleep over tonight?”
He leaned back into his chair, taking off his baseball cap; she could see his black eye. “My Dad’s back from his business trip. I could use the break. Thanks, Ling’er.”
“You’re welcome, Ji Sung.” With a smile, she took his baseball cap and placed it onto her head. “It’s not fashionable to have thinning hair.” Ling’er explained.
Rating: G
Word Count: 205
Story Title: Fashionable
Story: AU WE ARE
Summary: Ling'er and Ji Sung meet for a meal, but Ji Sung is fashionably late
His lower lip was busted. It was the first thing she noticed. He was wearing a baseball cap, low over his eyes; she was sure he was trying to hide a black eye or worse. She stood up from the table and smiled brightly at him.
“Just because we meet at a fashionable café, doesn’t mean you get to be fashionably late, Na Ji Sung.”
Ji Sung shrugged before flopping down into a chair. “Ling’er . . . I’m a fashionable guy. I thought you understand that.” he paused briefly. “Has your mother come home yet?”
Ling’er retook her seat. “Does she ever?” Pouting lightly, she touched the rim of her red glasses. “My eye sight is getting better, and she doesn’t even notice. Tumors aren’t Fashion Week, I suppose.”
Ling’er stared deeply into his eyes for a moment, before going on; “Would you sleep over tonight?”
He leaned back into his chair, taking off his baseball cap; she could see his black eye. “My Dad’s back from his business trip. I could use the break. Thanks, Ling’er.”
“You’re welcome, Ji Sung.” With a smile, she took his baseball cap and placed it onto her head. “It’s not fashionable to have thinning hair.” Ling’er explained.
