call me unnie
Title: call me unnie
Characters: 2NE1 (Bom and Chaerin focus), BIGBANG, SHINee, f(x), Park Sanghyun, Epik High
Main pairing: Lee Chaerin/Park Bom
Side pairings: Kang Daesung/Lee Seunghyun, Kwon Jiyong/Choi Seunghyun, Park Sandara/Kim Soohyun, Dong Youngbae/Min Hyorin, Gong Minji/Lee Taemin, Choi Jinri/Krystal Jung
Rating: R
Warning: smut, violence, some language
Summary: Park Bom is just a simple person who works at a bakery and who likes to help her friends out in their times of need. She never expected the woman who moves in next-door to her to entice her with a much more dangerous way of living. Mafia/Bakery AU
Notes: first time smut writer here, so I apologize if it kinda sucks. on another note, I'm pleased that I've written it because the k-pop fanfiction world in general should have more girl/girl things, so that's part of the reason why I wrote this. the other reason it that it's my friend's birthday, and she, like me, loves the bomrin ship so I decided to write her this. I never expected it to get this long, but whatever. there'll be the next part whenever. because this got so long I just decided to introduce the plot and characters, so it may seem a little confusing and open-ended where I've left it. but I promise the 2nd installment will clear that all up.
anyways, happy birthday Marija, here's some bomrin for you!
5 minutes into her shift at work, right in the middle of adding tiny white roses to the wedding cupcakes, Bom remembers what her building manager told her the night before. She groans and slaps her head with her hand, forgetting that her glove has icing all over it. Great, now she has sticky white stuff in her bangs… no innuendo intended, seriously.
She has to concentrate on the task at hand, though, so she pushes her thoughts aside and goes back to forming the roses as intricately as possible. Her bangs, and the other situation, can wait for now.
As she’s adding the last petal to the final rose on the cupcake, a hand comes from the side with a wet paper towel and wipes her bangs for her.
“Thanks, Daesungie,” she coos.
“Noona, you’re kind of a mess today. No offense.” Daesung replies.
Bom feels momentarily offended, before giving up. He’s not wrong.
“I had kind of a late night,” she admits while putting the cupcakes in their packaging. “And then this morning I may have slept in a little. So I was kind of in a rush.”
Daesung laughs at her. Cheeky little thing, isn’t he, laughing at his noona?
“Why so late?” He asks. “Did you go out or something?”
Bom gives him a sharp look.
“Kang Daesung, do I seem like the kind of person who would go out in the middle of the week? When I have an 8:30 am shift the next morning?” Daesung shakes his head meekly. “Because I didn’t. I had a late night because my building manager came to me right as I was about to get ready for bed and told me that someone’s moving into the apartment next door, and if I would kindly help him clean out the mess the last tenant left behind.”
Letting out an annoyed puff of air as she stores the cupcakes away for pickup later, Bom then turns to Daesung with an exasperated expression.
“We didn’t finish until 2:00 in the morning. By that time, I was starving, so I made some ramyun. I didn’t fall asleep until 4! Daesungie, I’m not made for that stay up late kind of life.” She says.
Daesung laughs at her. Again. The next time he gets his hair done, she’s going to laugh at him all day, and tell him how stupid it looks even if it looks good.
“Noona, you’re too nice. You should’ve made him hire someone.” He says. “Do you know who’s moving in next door?”
Bom shrugs. “He said it was some rich lady. I mean she must be. The only reason I can live there is because of the money my aunt left me. Otherwise I’d have to live somewhere not quite as nice.”
Daesung gives her one of his typical eye smiles. The kind that always makes the teenage girls who come in swoon. They don’t work on Bom anymore, though; she beat that out of her system pretty fast after she started working here, with him.
He puts an arm around her shoulders.
“I’m glad you can live there,” he admits. “Otherwise I’d have to worry about you more. You’re always walking home alone and leaving your door unlocked.”
Bom shoves him away. She isn’t about that skin ship life with people who laugh at her as much as he does
“Leaving my door unlocked?” She questions, poking him in the side. “Who told you that?”
Daesung gives her an unimpressed look.
“Dara-noona, who else?” He replies.
Bom rolls her eyes. Dara worries too much.
The tinkling bell on top of the door rings as a customer steps in. Bom and Daesung immediately step out of the kitchen and behind the counter. At the sight of the customer, Bom decides to focus her attention on frosting the last cupcake to be put in the display.
It’s a tall, handsome man wearing the most ridiculous coat Bom has ever seen. Despite his good looks, she immediately crosses him out of any future fantasies; only weirdos and Daesung’s friends wear clothing like that, and she wants nothing to do with either.
The coat, which is black and has a lot of straps that brush the floor because, annoyingly enough, none of them are tied the way they should be, seems to suck in all the light of the little bakery with its inherent darkness. It forces Bom’s attention to be brought to the man’s strikingly handsome features, which annoys her even more.
“Daesung,” she says warily, “tell your friend to leave.”
Daesung just shakes his head at her, still smiling cheerily.
“Top-ssi!” He greets. “It’s so nice to see you!”
The man nods at him like he’s some kind of cool guy, and then gives Bom a look.
“I thought you said you were working alone today.” The man, apparently Top-ssi, says. His voice is nice and rich and deep, just like the caramel glazed dark chocolate cupcakes Bom is frosting right now, but she ignores whatever twinge of arousal she may have felt at the sound and concentrates on the fact that Daesung actually knows this person.
Ok, story time - all of Daesung’s friends are incredibly strange. Just, realistically speaking, someone as normal as Daesung shouldn’t have this many weird friends. All of his friends have, at one point or another, proven to be the weirdest possible people Bom has ever met.
For example, she regrets ever having been introduced to Kwon Jiyong and his piss kink, or Lee Jinki and his innate ability to somehow always plant his face in her boobs. Now, in Jiyong’s case, he’s actually a pervert, and possibly a dangerous one at that, but in Jinki’s case, he’s just incredibly and unfortunately clumsy. Bom doesn’t need all that bad karma and bad luck rubbing off on her.
The point is, Bom isn’t interested in meeting any more of Daesung’s friends. She isn’t even interested in meeting his acquaintances. The last time she let someone he introduced her to into her life, he ran off with a shit ton of her money and, for some reason, her favorite picture of her deceased cat.
“A last minute call came in for some wedding cupcakes, so I asked noona to come in,” Daesung tells Top-ssi. “It really couldn’t be avoided. What can I get for you today?”
Top-ssi continues to stare at her in a very strange way, so Bom glares right back.
“Stop staring at me, mister,” she says. “I don’t want anything to do with you unless you’re interested in one of our delicious cupcakes. If that’s the case, I can certainly help you out!”
His face suddenly changes as he gives her a sharp, charming smile. But Bom will not be pulled in, oh no, she’s so much stronger than this.
“I’d love to try something!” He says, surprising her. “I love sweet things… do you have anything wine flavored?”
“No,” Bom says slowly, because who the hell would make a wine-flavored cupcake? She certainly wouldn’t. “But we have red velvet, chocolate-caramel, double dark chocolate, mint chocolate, peach, gingerbread granny apple, vanilla, chocolate raspberry swirl, and pistachio at the moment. Or you can special order something. It’ll probably take at least thirty minutes to an hour to make.”
Top-ssi appears disappointed by the lack of alcohol-flavored products, but nonetheless inspects the collection of cupcakes she has presented to him with complete seriousness.
“I’ll try the pistachio, then.” He says finally.
“Great! Can I get you anything else?” She’s so good at being pleasant when she’s actually suspicious and annoyed, she thinks.
“No, thank you, that will be fine,” he replies, giving her another smile.
It’s ridiculously and disgustingly dimpled, so Bom turns away and puts the single pistachio cupcake on a plate, and then hands it to him.
“Daesung will ring you up,” is all she says.
She turns to Daesung then and says, “Daesungie, keep your friends out of my bakery. They’re very disturbing.”
Daesung smiles at her, as usual, and just nods. He begins to ring Top-ssi up and Bom decides to take her break.
She starts to unlace her apron as she heads to the back, closing the door behind her. Once behind it, though, she presses her ear to the crack to hear what Daesung is telling his “friend.” Despite her irritated attitude towards Top-ssi stopping in, Bom can’t help but be worried that Daesung’s in some kind of trouble.
“-have to come right now, I told you to come after lunch, Seunghyun,” so that’s his real name, Bom thinks. “Noona’s probably all worried now.”
That’s right, Bom pouts from behind the door, she is worried.
“Sorry, Daesungie, but Jiyong wanted me to come as soon as possible.” Top-ssi says.
So this man is connected with Kwon Jiyong. Of course he is. Bom can’t help but roll her eyes. She should have known the moment he came in wearing that horrible coat.
“I know,” Daesung says. “Let’s go sit and you can eat.”
“I’m so excited about this cupcake,” Top-ssi admits in a very childish way, Bom notes. “Is it going to be good?”
Daesung lets out one of his hearty laughs.
“Good? It’ll be excellent!” He says. “Bom-noona and I put all of our heart into every cupcake we make.”
Bom peers out through the crack and can just see Top’s broad back and the edge of the table they’ve sat at. To catch their next words, she has to crack the door open slightly.
“Are you sure it’s secure here?” Top asks.
Daesung must nod, or something, because after a small pause Top continues to speak.
“We’re sending CL into hiding for the time being. After that officer got a good look at her, we just can’t risk sending her out again for a while.” He says.
Daesung’s voice is oddly serious when he replies. “Was she badly injured?”
“Nothing too serious, but enough to keep her from wanting to cause trouble for a while. Jiyong wasn’t pleased. Now Minzy will have to pull extra weight, unless we can get another replacement.” Top says.
“That’s not good.” Daesung says. “Are we still going through with the final plan?”
“If we still can, we have to. We’re running out of options here.”
Bom’s head is spinning a little with all these new names, but she supposes they don’t really matter. As long as Daesung is okay, she’s fine with anything. This man, Top, or Seunghyun, or whatever, doesn’t seem interested in hurting him so she’s fine. But the fact that he knows Jiyong…
“I see,” Daesung says. “And what about… V.I.?”
Top shifts his chair, leaning back on the legs, and Bom catches a glimpse of his grin in the reflection of the window.
“What about him?” He asks, playful again. He appears to have already finished off the cupcake and is licking his fingers clean. At least she knows he thought it was good, Bom thinks.
“Was he injured as well?” Daesung asks, his voice exasperated, but tinged with what Bom recognizes as real concern.
“He was.” Top says, and Bom can imagine Daesung’s expression darkening in the same way it does whenever she tells him about the men that catcall her and follow her on her way to work. “But he’ll be okay. He’ll lay low for a little while, like CL, but he doesn’t have to go into hiding. I can send him to you if you want.”
“I’d appreciate that,” Daesung says. “We should stop talking about this now. Noona will be back from her break soon.”
As if on cue, Bom feels herself lose her balance from her precarious position of leaning too far forward into the door and she stumbles out, blushing.
“All done?” She asks, pushing her hair out of her face and giving Top and Daesung a small, embarrassed smile.
Top grins at her again, and this time it has no effect on her at all. Now that she knows he’s involved with Kwon Jiyong, any attraction she may have once felt is gone. At least she’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to cause Daesung any harm. On the other hand, they seem like they’re close friends.
“It was delicious, thank you.” Top says. “I’ll be off now, good to see you Daesungie.”
He ruffles Daesung’s hair as he stands up.
“Nice to meet you, Park Bom-ssi.” He says.
“Bye.” Bom waves him off.
He heads towards the door, but pauses right before opening it. He turns around.
“Park Bom-ssi, where do you live?” He asks.
Bom stares at him for a moment.
“Why would you ask that, you creep?” She says.
Top gives her a cheeky grin, “No reason, noona!” And then he’s out the door, ridiculous coat dragging behind him.
“Ew,” Bom wrinkles her nose, “who gave him permission to call me noona?”
Daesung puts a hand on her shoulder.
“Ignore him, noona, Top-ssi’s just a little strange, that’s all.”
Bom sniffs. “Don’t worry, I will. All your friends are so weird, Daesungie.”
Daesung points to a group of girls who spotted Top leaving their bakery, and who are now walking over and chattering excitedly, shooting Top glances as he walks away, strutting like a model in his awful coat.
“Not bad for business, though.”
Bom slaps his arm. “Get to work, buddy.”
*
After getting out of work, Bom carries a pretty pink box of the leftover cupcakes with her back to her apartment. She’s going to welcome her new neighbor with them, and hopefully gain some good karma. Maybe not the purest reason to welcome someone to a new home, but Bom’s had worse intentions before.
She stops in her own apartment first to freshen up, and once she’s satisfied with her appearance, she goes to knock on the door of apartment 410.
She waits a few moments before knocking again. From inside, a somewhat hoarse, electric voice sounds.
“Hello? Who is it?” The voice asks.
“Your neighbor, Park Bom. I just wanted to welcome you to the complex.” She replies brightly, clutching the cupcakes a little harder. God, that’s an attractive voice. Even beats out Top-ssi’s.
The door opens, revealing a woman with long blonde hair wearing the kind of tall heels Bom likes to look at in stores.
“Hi.” Bom greets, holding out her hand. “I’m Park Bom.”
The woman gives her a catlike smile and takes her hand, shaking it once before letting go. Bom can’t help but notice how her nails are done-filed to a slight point and matte black.
“Lee Chaerin,” she says. “Nice to meet you.”
Feeling slightly awkward, Bom shoves the box of cupcakes forward. In the presence of this seemingly glamorous woman (she’s wearing leopard print!), she feels somewhat less confident in her present. The cupcakes suddenly seem tacky and cheap.
“These are for you.” She says.
Lee Chaerin looks down at the box, and then slowly takes it from Bom.
“Thank you,” Chaerin says. “That’s very kind of you.”
There’s an awkward pause, and Bom’s just about to excuse herself to go, when Chaerin steps aside.
“Would you like to come in? I’m not completely unpacked yet, so it’s a bit of a mess, but…” She trails off, and Bom realizes that Chaerin must be feeling awkward too, so she gives her a big smile.
“Of course! It’s no problem. I can help you unpack, if you want.” She enters the apartment, which is slightly cluttered, but nothing compared to what it was before she and the manager cleaned it out last night.
There are a lot of boxes lying around, some opened, and some not, but that’s to be expected. It looks like the general layout of the room has already been set; a gorgeous black leather couch sits in the center of the living room already.
Chaerin takes the cupcakes and places them on the high countertop in front of the kitchen.
“You’re the first one to come greet me.” She says softly, and her voice is so husky that it gives Bom shivers.
She tries to ignore them. She’s just a poor, horny 30 year old who’s had no significant other for the past 6 months, but that does not mean, under any circumstances, that she should allow her elegant neighbor to seduce her simply with the sound of her voice. If she can resist Top-ssi and his cheeky smile and dulcet tones, she can resist Lee Chaerin and her husky-
Bom’s line of thought is cut off rather significantly when Chaerin leans over in her leather pants, giving Bom a rather excellent view of her ass. She swallows. Now, this is just unfair. It’s too nice of an ass.
“Well,” Bom says awkwardly, “I’m in the room closest to you, and the manager told me you were coming yesterday, so. I wanted to come welcome you here.”
Chaerin had apparently been searching around for a blanket to put on the couch, because she gestures Bom forward while holding it.
“Please, sit,” she says. “The couch is a little dirty from the boxes, so I’ll lie this down first.”
Bom nods and smiles, suddenly grateful she pulled on one of her shorter skirts this morning. It’s just a simple, jean skirt, but it shows off a good amount of her legs, which Bom likes, what with Chaerin standing there in her much sexier get-up. She has a feeling that’s just how Chaerin dresses though, looking at the sleek furniture in her apartment and the yellow fur coat hanging by the door.
“So, Chaerin-ssi,” Bom starts, a little thrown when she looks at Chaerin, only to find the other woman staring at her with intense eyes, “what do you do?”
“At the moment, nothing,” is all she says. Bom shrugs it off. She doesn’t want to pry into someone’s affairs, especially when they barely know each other. “What do you do?”
“I work at a bakery,” Bom says, smiling as she thinks of her little store. “How old are you?”
“23.” Chaerin says. “And you?”
Bom smiles at her. “You can call me unnie, if you want, since we’re living next to each other. I’m 30.”
Chaerin gives her a brilliant smile in return.
“I will then, and you can call me Chaerin. Wow. You don’t look 30, that’s for sure.” Chaerin looks Bom up and down, and Bom feels her confidence spike once again.
She keeps herself in pretty good shape for 30, it’s true, and she can’t help but think that maybe Chaerin is flirting with her. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but Bom’s so attracted to her it’s difficult to convince herself otherwise.
“Thank you,” she says proudly. “You should see my best friend. We’re the same age, but Dara looks like 18.”
Chaerin’s raises an eyebrow.
“She can’t be more beautiful than you.”
Bom giggles. Is this for real? If it is… Bom should probably stop it now. She doesn’t need to be pulled in by her next-door neighbor, someone she’s sure she’ll be seeing a lot of. But Chaerin’s so attractive and Bom can’t help but be flattered.
“She’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met,” Bom admits, thinking fondly of Dara.
Chaerin just smiles. “I’ll have to meet her some time.”
“If you’re living next-door,” Bom says, “I’m sure you will.”
Then her phone buzzes, interrupting the flow of conversation. Dara’s name blinks up at her from the screen.
“Ah! It’s Dara-ya,” she tells Chaerin. “I’m so sorry, but I have to take this.”
“It’s no problem,” Chaerin assures her.
Smiling apologetically, Bom stands up and moves towards the door as she picks up the phone.
“Dara,” she greets.
Dara’s bright voice replies back, “Bommie! What are you doing right now?”
“I was just welcoming my new neighbor to our apartment complex. What’s up?” She asks.
“New neighbor? Who is it? Anyone interesting?” Dara says.
Bom laughs; her best friend is always so curious about everything.
“Her name is Lee Chaerin. She’s very nice.” She says.
“You’ll have to introduce me some time.” Dara says. “But the reason that I called is because Youngbae-yah called me last night…”
She trails off, prompting Bom to respond.
“What happened this time?” Bom asks, rubbing her temples. She’s standing by Chaerin’s door, not quite out of the apartment, but hopefully far away enough that Chaerin doesn’t feel like she’s listening in on their conversation.
“He’s involved in another scandal-an actress this time,” Dara says, confirming Bom’s worries. “He’s afraid the label is going to drop him because of it.”
“And what can we do?” Bom says.
“He wants me to talk to the executives. He wants you to talk to Min Hyorin.” Dara explains.
“Min Hyorin is the actress, I’m guessing?” Bom says.
“Yes,” Dara replies. “You might know her. She was in that drama last month. The really popular one with Kim Soohyun? It was rumored that they were dating at the time, but Min Hyorin-ssi was actually seeing Youngbae at the time. She was in that commercial with him before his official debut and they hit it off.
“Oh her!” Bom says, remembering the actress with the striking nose that she met when she visited Youngbae’s set almost a year ago. “She’s very beautiful.”
“Youngbae-yah has good taste, of course.” Dara says, sounding strangely proud.
Bom smiles. “Yes, that’s our Youngbae.”
Dara sighs, the static from the phone crackling in Bom’s ear.
“How do we always manage to get involved in these things, Bommie?” She says.
“We care too much,” Bom answers. “And you’re like Youngbae’s unofficial manager anyways. The company should really just hire you already.”
“True.”
“I’ll text Youngbae and see when he wants me to meet up with Min Hyorin-ssi,” and why, exactly, Bom thinks, “you take care of him from the professional end of things.”
“Will do.” Dara replies brightly. “Bye, Bommie.”
“Bye, Dara.” As they hang up, Bom bites her lip. She suddenly misses her best friend quite a bit, but Dara’s been so busy managing her business that they haven’t been able to see each other in person for a while.
They will soon, she hopes.
[5:16 pm] à Youngbae-yah
Youngbae-yah! How are you doing?? ^^ Dara told me you needed some help? Text me with details when you’re free~
After messaging Youngbae, Bom turns back to where Chaerin is shuffling around and putting more things away.
“I should probably be off,” she tells her. “It was so nice to meet you. Please-if you need anything, just knock on my door and ask.”
Chaerin nods and gives her another feline smile that sends tingles down Bom’s spine.
“Thanks so much, unnie.”
Hearing Chaerin call her that for real, and put so much damn emphasis on the word, is such a big turn on. Bom flushes and stumbles a bit on her way out. Her new neighbor sure is interesting. Maybe there’s hope for Bom’s romantic future after all.