daesungindistress:The shoot is over. Seunghyun breathes a sigh of relief as he fiddles with the butt

daesungindistress: The shoot is over. Seunghyun breathes a sigh of relief as he fiddles with the buttons of his cardigan and turns to leave the room. Rather predictably, he had pulled on his shirt and cardigan the very moment the photographer had OK’d it, not a second later. Seunghyun purses his lips and glowers at the floor. He knows his unfailing reputation for modesty precedes him by now. In a flash Daesung is there, bounding over to slide an arm through his, linking them at the elbows and settling in at his side with his signature bright smile. Still bare-chested, shirt and jacket nowhere to be seen. The orange-and-black pigmented rosettes decorating the skin of his back and fanning out across the tops of his shoulders are fully on display. If Seunghyun is honest with himself, doing this shoot alongside Daesung had both helped and hindered him; Daesung is far more comfortable in his skin, spots and all. With a physique like his, is it any wonder? As they make their way toward the door together, Seunghyun pulls himself up and out of his silent brooding and turns to the man at this side, seizing this golden opportunity to admire the view. He isn’t subtle about it, dark eyes and dotted ears giving him their full attention. When it comes to Daesung, Seunghyun doesn’t do subtle. As expected, under his appreciating gaze Daesung’s grin widens, smiling eyes crinkling up until they nearly disappear. His playful, breathy laughter that doesn’t quite manage to hide his “Hyung, quit staring,” fills Seunghyun with unrivaled light and joy. Nothing and no one can more effectively chase away his gloom. Daesung was allowed– encouraged, even– to don his favorite pair of ripped jeans for this photoshoot, and the simple allowance has had a pleasantly positive effect on his mood, Seunghyun notes. They were told it contributed to that wild, untamed look that fit their kind so well. Perhaps there is some truth to that. Denim never survives long in Daesung’s possession, his too-sharp nails always snagging in the coarse fabric and inadvertently tearing jagged holes; an unfortunate side effect of his exotic ancestry. At least the damage is considered fashionable. As fellow leopard kin, Seunghyun shares many of the same feline traits, including the sharp nails that are wont to grow out into something resembling a big cat’s claws if left alone, curved and needlelike and, frankly, hazardous. For this reason Seunghyun must maintain a strict adherence to his manicure regimen– necessary, really– and expensive tastes dictate that he handles his oft-expensive clothing with a bit more care than Big Bang’s second youngest. He’s pulled from his well of thoughts when Daesung’s long, spotted tail, swinging behind the two of them in a lazy manner, bumps against his with a kind of casual, comfortable affection unique to the group’s two leopards. Arm in arm with his favorite younger brother as they accompany each other to someplace a little quieter, a bit calmer– where they can go back to being just themselves– Seunghyun links his own with it. What is this??? It’s leopard Todae! Because I like cat boys and Daesung really loves wearing leopard print, like, a lot. Especially during this year’s China fanmeets. And sometimes TOP wears it too and then they sort of match and I decided… Todae as leopard cat boys. This should be a thing. Also, I read a fic years ago in which the characters all had physical traits from various animals because somewhere way back in their ancestry a family member had interbred with that particular type of animal. And as problematic as that sounds, I thought it was an interesting idea. As long as you can suspend disbelief because of course it doesn’t work like that, and resist dwelling for too long (or at all) on the “Oh my god, someone at some point in history had sex with an actual animal?!” bit, then it’s at least a quasi-explanation for how the characters ended up with said animal features. PS. This wasn’t supposed to have any angst at all, how did that bit o’ angst creep in there? You write what you like, I guess. I tried to cancel it out with some fluff. -- source link

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