내 라즈베리 (My Little Raspberry)
Title; 내 라즈베리 (My Little Raspberry)
Staring; OC, Donghae
Rating; PG-13 (will probably change)
Chapters; 1/?
Genre; Fluff, Angst.
Warnings; language
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the SJ-members. wish I did though...
Summary; Back in Mokpo, Donghae has a friend. Her name is Sungyeon, and she knows probably everything there is to know about Donghae. She also knows the Donghae that no one thought existed, the Donghae he becomes when he is home. Now that he finally is home, it's a time for living every moment of life, to enjoy the presence of the other as long as they can. They're best friends in each other's eyes, other claim that they're destined, but what they have goes way deeper than what can be named by a label.
Introduction; Sungyeon has known Donghae for many years. She's the down to earth-kind of girl, who doesn't like to make a lot of fuss about herself. Maybe there's a lack of self-confidence, but she's pretty pleased with the way things are.
Sungah is the opposite of Sungyeon. She's one year younger, and has the biggest wish of making it in the business of rockmusic. She's impulsive, a little wild, and not afraid to change her hair-color every now and then. She also doesn't really know how to act around Donghae.
Then there's Bohyo, or the mother, as other call her. Being Sungyeon's oldest and clostet friend, she always seems to know the answer to everything. Donghae likes Bohyo. She's a person that just has to be liked, he thinks.
~*~
If you hadn’t been out this day, it could easily trick your mind and say the time was less than it actually was. There was this scent that filled the vaguely illuminated room that couldn’t be described as something bad; you could just know that there was something going on in the room, something in progress. No, it was nothing particularly kinky in any form, maybe a little sexual for a slight per cent of the population on this godforsaken planet. A small beam of the sun managed to get through the Venetian blind that had been closed the nearest 24 hours and there had been no intentions of letting the so big star fill the room with its happy light. The minor-
“Excuse me, some people like it dark at some periods in their lives!” Sungyeon said, by instinct dragging the nearest rug over her head, as protection for the now enlightened room.
“Come on. This is not a good way of living. I don’t get why you want to sit in the dark right now, because if you’d been depressed you’d be crying your eyes out on my shoulder, or more likely Bohyo’s shoulder. So explain to me why it is this way, please.”
“If I wanted your opinion about my mental status I’d have asked about it when you first came knocking on my door last night for a place to crash.”
“You actually did, or, your eyes did, because I know you, so well, it’s almost scary. I’m almost scaring myself. I’m that good.”
“Donghae, stop with this arrogance. It' doesn't suit you well.” Donghae smiled that childish smile he usually had on his face when coming home. He pulled the rug out of her tight grip and tossed it to the other side of the room.
“What are you doing anyway? What requires it to be as dark as in a closed pantry?”
“Writing…”
“Tell me what you’re writing?”
“Lyrics…”
“Which I know I’ll never see in my whole life unless you decide to share it with the whole world, I know. Just tell me a little of what’s going through your mind, because I know I’ll never manage to get some breakfast if I haven’t got a clue, my little raspberry.”
”Raspberry? You’ve never called me that one before. But I like it, because of the lacking of personality in it. It surely describes our relationship, my dear boy.”
“What? Would you prefer raspberry cheesecake? I’m so not in the mood for this now.”
“Okay, okay, okay. I guess I’m not depressed, I’m just having this thinking-period at the moment. I think it started just after you came over yesterday.”
“Oh, so that’s why your eyes were all empty and blank when we watched the movie...”
“I think so.”
“Oh my God, it’s a guy, isn’t it? You can’t stop thinking about him, right? And everything reminds you of him? Tell me, is there anything in this room that reminds you of him?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what.”
“You.”
“Oh, well, that’s just odd. What do I have in common with this guy then? He must be extremely handsome, I tell you.”
“You’ve got the same eyes that he has. The ones that see right through you and make you feel so comfortable. You feel like you really matter,” she paused, “I don’t know, maybe it’s childish.”
“Sungyeon-ah, I didn’t know you felt that way about me. Oh, bao bei, come here.” His arms opened up to a hug but she quickly shoved him away from her, sending him confused down on the floor beside the couch.
He stood up, brushed the dust off of him, which pointed out that no one ever took the time to vacuum this apartment. He found his way of feeling comfortable on the couch again, and that meant that he lay upside down beside Sungyeon, where she sat as a tailor would.
A key turned in the lock of the front door and it was opened. In came Sungah, with her newly dyed hair in different colours, with the mail in her hands. She was eyeing the addresses while she threw her bag on the armchair beside the couch.
“What have you two been up to?” she said, without looking at them.
“Y’know, the usual; movie, took a bath, sex,” Donghae said, eyeing the wall across from where he lay upside down, receiving the punch in the side he was expecting from Sungyeon.
“Fuck you.”
“Yes, please,” he said making a move to take of his t-shirt, but was stopped by a pair of hands gripping his wrists and pulling them away from the collar.
“My God, you really haven’t had anything in ages, my dear celebrity.”
“I’ve been busy, and you know it. I mean, when was the last time I slept at this messy apartment? Why won’t you clean, woman?”
“I’ll leave you two alone just for one moment. But seriously, Donghae, why couldn’t you get some when you were in Seoul, or any of the other countries you always wander off to?” Without waiting for an answer Sungah left the room with her hands up in the air.
“Sorry if I’m old-fashioned and want to know the girl I gonna get some action with first. And there weren’t any girls there that were my type anyway. Give me a break. I'm serious this time.”
“Fine, but I’m still not going to have sex with you, and I won’t ever have sex with you unless we’re both highly affected by something that contains a lot of alcohol.”
“Well, fine, I wouldn’t want to sleep with you anyway.”
“Is that so? Care to tell me why?”
”Because… you’re you. You’re Sungyeon. You know me too damn well. It wouldn’t be good for our friendship, I tell you.”
“You’re really not one step before me. I’m miles ahead of you, mate. Can’t we leave it there? It’s kind of getting out of hand, and I think it will start to scar us for life if we keep going.”
“Deal.” He offered his right hand for her to shake it.
“But I still think there’s something up with you and that guy, Eunhyuk.” She didn’t want to say it too loudly, because she wasn’t sure if she should have said it in the first place. She’d teased him a long time, since she found those R-rated writings on the internet, by accident of course. Donghae wouldn’t take it too seriously, but it was a good thing to start him off on.
“You’re seriously begging for it!” he yelled, jumping up from his place and literally attacking her where she sat. They both rolled off the couch, trying desperately to be the one on top of the other. Sungyeon would win the majority of the times, but this time Donghae had the advantage. After all, he was a little bit bigger around the torso and arms, coming home this time. With him sitting astride on her, they weren’t paying attention to Sungah entering the room again.
The youngest rushed her hands to cover her eyes in a matter of seconds.
“Holy mother Mary of God! Don’t tell me he talked you into it after all!”
Staring; OC, Donghae
Rating; PG-13 (will probably change)
Chapters; 1/?
Genre; Fluff, Angst.
Warnings; language
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the SJ-members. wish I did though...
Summary; Back in Mokpo, Donghae has a friend. Her name is Sungyeon, and she knows probably everything there is to know about Donghae. She also knows the Donghae that no one thought existed, the Donghae he becomes when he is home. Now that he finally is home, it's a time for living every moment of life, to enjoy the presence of the other as long as they can. They're best friends in each other's eyes, other claim that they're destined, but what they have goes way deeper than what can be named by a label.
Introduction; Sungyeon has known Donghae for many years. She's the down to earth-kind of girl, who doesn't like to make a lot of fuss about herself. Maybe there's a lack of self-confidence, but she's pretty pleased with the way things are.
Sungah is the opposite of Sungyeon. She's one year younger, and has the biggest wish of making it in the business of rockmusic. She's impulsive, a little wild, and not afraid to change her hair-color every now and then. She also doesn't really know how to act around Donghae.
Then there's Bohyo, or the mother, as other call her. Being Sungyeon's oldest and clostet friend, she always seems to know the answer to everything. Donghae likes Bohyo. She's a person that just has to be liked, he thinks.
~*~
If you hadn’t been out this day, it could easily trick your mind and say the time was less than it actually was. There was this scent that filled the vaguely illuminated room that couldn’t be described as something bad; you could just know that there was something going on in the room, something in progress. No, it was nothing particularly kinky in any form, maybe a little sexual for a slight per cent of the population on this godforsaken planet. A small beam of the sun managed to get through the Venetian blind that had been closed the nearest 24 hours and there had been no intentions of letting the so big star fill the room with its happy light. The minor-
“Excuse me, some people like it dark at some periods in their lives!” Sungyeon said, by instinct dragging the nearest rug over her head, as protection for the now enlightened room.
“Come on. This is not a good way of living. I don’t get why you want to sit in the dark right now, because if you’d been depressed you’d be crying your eyes out on my shoulder, or more likely Bohyo’s shoulder. So explain to me why it is this way, please.”
“If I wanted your opinion about my mental status I’d have asked about it when you first came knocking on my door last night for a place to crash.”
“You actually did, or, your eyes did, because I know you, so well, it’s almost scary. I’m almost scaring myself. I’m that good.”
“Donghae, stop with this arrogance. It' doesn't suit you well.” Donghae smiled that childish smile he usually had on his face when coming home. He pulled the rug out of her tight grip and tossed it to the other side of the room.
“What are you doing anyway? What requires it to be as dark as in a closed pantry?”
“Writing…”
“Tell me what you’re writing?”
“Lyrics…”
“Which I know I’ll never see in my whole life unless you decide to share it with the whole world, I know. Just tell me a little of what’s going through your mind, because I know I’ll never manage to get some breakfast if I haven’t got a clue, my little raspberry.”
”Raspberry? You’ve never called me that one before. But I like it, because of the lacking of personality in it. It surely describes our relationship, my dear boy.”
“What? Would you prefer raspberry cheesecake? I’m so not in the mood for this now.”
“Okay, okay, okay. I guess I’m not depressed, I’m just having this thinking-period at the moment. I think it started just after you came over yesterday.”
“Oh, so that’s why your eyes were all empty and blank when we watched the movie...”
“I think so.”
“Oh my God, it’s a guy, isn’t it? You can’t stop thinking about him, right? And everything reminds you of him? Tell me, is there anything in this room that reminds you of him?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what.”
“You.”
“Oh, well, that’s just odd. What do I have in common with this guy then? He must be extremely handsome, I tell you.”
“You’ve got the same eyes that he has. The ones that see right through you and make you feel so comfortable. You feel like you really matter,” she paused, “I don’t know, maybe it’s childish.”
“Sungyeon-ah, I didn’t know you felt that way about me. Oh, bao bei, come here.” His arms opened up to a hug but she quickly shoved him away from her, sending him confused down on the floor beside the couch.
He stood up, brushed the dust off of him, which pointed out that no one ever took the time to vacuum this apartment. He found his way of feeling comfortable on the couch again, and that meant that he lay upside down beside Sungyeon, where she sat as a tailor would.
A key turned in the lock of the front door and it was opened. In came Sungah, with her newly dyed hair in different colours, with the mail in her hands. She was eyeing the addresses while she threw her bag on the armchair beside the couch.
“What have you two been up to?” she said, without looking at them.
“Y’know, the usual; movie, took a bath, sex,” Donghae said, eyeing the wall across from where he lay upside down, receiving the punch in the side he was expecting from Sungyeon.
“Fuck you.”
“Yes, please,” he said making a move to take of his t-shirt, but was stopped by a pair of hands gripping his wrists and pulling them away from the collar.
“My God, you really haven’t had anything in ages, my dear celebrity.”
“I’ve been busy, and you know it. I mean, when was the last time I slept at this messy apartment? Why won’t you clean, woman?”
“I’ll leave you two alone just for one moment. But seriously, Donghae, why couldn’t you get some when you were in Seoul, or any of the other countries you always wander off to?” Without waiting for an answer Sungah left the room with her hands up in the air.
“Sorry if I’m old-fashioned and want to know the girl I gonna get some action with first. And there weren’t any girls there that were my type anyway. Give me a break. I'm serious this time.”
“Fine, but I’m still not going to have sex with you, and I won’t ever have sex with you unless we’re both highly affected by something that contains a lot of alcohol.”
“Well, fine, I wouldn’t want to sleep with you anyway.”
“Is that so? Care to tell me why?”
”Because… you’re you. You’re Sungyeon. You know me too damn well. It wouldn’t be good for our friendship, I tell you.”
“You’re really not one step before me. I’m miles ahead of you, mate. Can’t we leave it there? It’s kind of getting out of hand, and I think it will start to scar us for life if we keep going.”
“Deal.” He offered his right hand for her to shake it.
“But I still think there’s something up with you and that guy, Eunhyuk.” She didn’t want to say it too loudly, because she wasn’t sure if she should have said it in the first place. She’d teased him a long time, since she found those R-rated writings on the internet, by accident of course. Donghae wouldn’t take it too seriously, but it was a good thing to start him off on.
“You’re seriously begging for it!” he yelled, jumping up from his place and literally attacking her where she sat. They both rolled off the couch, trying desperately to be the one on top of the other. Sungyeon would win the majority of the times, but this time Donghae had the advantage. After all, he was a little bit bigger around the torso and arms, coming home this time. With him sitting astride on her, they weren’t paying attention to Sungah entering the room again.
The youngest rushed her hands to cover her eyes in a matter of seconds.
“Holy mother Mary of God! Don’t tell me he talked you into it after all!”