De_Hana #10
(De_Hana)
CHRONOLOGY
01. Nuna Appeal
02. Dilemma
03. Take Me
04. Let's go as far as we can
05. Impulse
06. Sick woman
07. Bread, butter & mayo
08. Taec has it easy
09. This one :)
10. Shit Happens. Miracles Too. (a.k.a. We're having Taec tonight~!)
This is me indulging my life-long dream of exploiting young idols with physical labour. Srsly, countless of times, whenever I saw say... Junho on some show or in pictures, I would think... yaaaaah~ I wish I could bring him over to my granny's and make him clear the snow away. Or... looking at TVXQ: yaaaaaah~ they should like totally clean my granny's pond. xD I must be evil.
10. Doom
It was your average village in a mountainous area with a thick cap of white. There were perhaps 10 homesteads around and at least half of them vacant, occupied only during summer, when the original owners or the municipality would lease or rent these homes for people, searching for rural hideaway. Most of them were intelligent families tired of city life, or foreigners hankering for authentic daehan lifestyle, even though the only authentic thing left must’ve been the foundation and the frames of the houses.
Regular residents included 10 women and 4 men, all above 40 (most of them above 60 actually), who spent their time taking care of their own homes, working with their neighbors and meeting with everybody in the community centre which was some 20 km down the road. The public bus came three times a day, making its way up and down the main winding road with steep rocky mountains on one side and a wide terrace for whatever vegetables the locals preferred to cultivate on the other side.
Three times a day the villagers would waddle down the narrow streets in between their houses (which almost leaned onto each other) towards the main road. It seemed that in the course of time some parts of the homesteads we simply added one onto the other, taking no consideration of applications which had stood there before.
The village itself resembled an island in between two arms of a river, although in this case those arms were two roads. The one rimming village on the south side, winding along the terrace which would be full of cabbage-like vegetables in summer, was the main road of the district, where a bus would go every single day. The northern road looked more like an old narrow wash of a river, crawling up beside a rocky mountain towards a lonely homestead some kilometer away from the main village. The bus didn’t go there. It was too steep and even two simple wouldn’t have been able to bypass each other, so a bus going on there was out of question.
The grandmother who lived in that remote homestead had no problem about it in summer. Even though she was long in her 70s, she was perfectly fine with futzing around in her big house (it used to accommodate her huge family years ago, but now these people were scattered throughout the country and would seldom visit their hometown, bastards), and she would easily shuffle down the steep patch towards the main road so she could catch the bus, and she would easily climb back up the slope. However, the winter was…
***
The first thing Junho saw when he opened his mailbox that evening was a new mail from someone with a funny log in “saechim”. Not to mention the user wasn’t using a national server service. The mailbox was hosted by a foreign “gugl” portal so, as the address was unknown to him, he clicked the mail suspiciously and only because it didn’t have any attachment with it.
준호야, 안녕~
밥 먹었어?
찬한테 너의 메일을 받았어.
잘 봐:
http://www.sooperupload.com/?f=FHDYJA
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
누나
Junho-yah, annyeong~ - Junho-yah, hi~
Bab meogeosseo? - Have you eaten?
Chanhante neo-eui meireul badasseo. - I‘ve got your email from Chan.
Jal bwa - Watch well.
kkkk
Nuna
He was not much inclined on clicking the link to a foreign hosting server, but then he had a very clear idea of what he might be missing if he chose to ignore the mail, so Junho clicked on it and was directed to a site where he had to type in a combination of three roman letters and tree digits in order to download a file. That was weird. But he figured the service was free so he was ok with waiting for… oh, 30 seconds until he finally clicked “DOWNLOAD”.
The file was over 1GB in size so he still had like a minute or so before it got downloaded and therefore, Junho ran down to the kitchen quickly and grabbed a beer from the fridge along with some seafood snacks. Being home alone wasn’t always a bad thing. He had a whole 2nd floor for himself. He even considered checking out the 3rd floor, but then he shuddered off that idea. He would’ve been a trespasser. And just by being there, he would think of Woo frequenting the quarters and that would make him sick. So, settling comfortably into his office chair and popping the bottle of light beer open, he clicked on the video file lying on his tidy desktop and a player jumped into his field of vision. And there was white. Lots and lots of white.
“Holy crap!” yelled someone behind the camera. Junho happened to agree. The drifts covering what he thought to be a narrow village road were clearly close to 2 meters high. The kid had a very bad feeling in his stomach. Snow was one thing that almost all daehan men (especially those who went through military service) hated with all their guts.
Camera turned left and whoever was holding it, Junho realized, was sitting on the hood of the pick-up. There was Jay standing next to the car on the left, eyeing the piles of snow with his mouth open. He had bruises on his face from the recent fight in the bar.
“You don’t expect us to clear it all, do you?” he asked incredulously in his native language and Junho thanked all the gods he’d heard of that he’d taken an advanced course of that tongue at university.
“Actually, I do,” said nuna’s voice and it was very clear and sounded very close, so there, the cameraman (woman) identity was obvious. “You have a whole weekend.”
“We’re staying here for the night?” Chan wandered into a frame, rolling his thick scarf around his big neck. “I didn’t bring a spare set of underwear…” he almost pouted.
“I don’t think that’s the top concern on our list right now…” Jay reached up patting maknae’s shoulder. The camera zoomed in and then zoomed more on Chan’s dark burgundy scarf. And then zoomed in again so that Junho could almost see every thread of it, thinking, damn, good camera.
“Damn, I want that scarf…” nuna grumbled silently, but Junho sure heard her. He suddenly got the impression that she just uploaded a no-cut director’s edition…
“What’s with the camera?” there was a bang of the door being closed and Taec appeared in the picture wearing almost queasy salad green jacket with black woolly beanie on his head. His gloves were navy blue. Somebody call fashion police. Even Junho cringed at the sight.
“It’s to record our humiliation and prevent this from happening ever again,” someone walked behind the three young men’s back, dragging a shovel of almost his own size and camera followed a very dark Woo, treading towards the snowdrift. He looked liked a black crow against the white background.
Without any other word, he bent down to lace up his short black leather bootlegs. Once he was done with that, he straightened up, tightened his black scarf around his neck and zipped up his dark grey winter jacket set with narrow vertical stripes of lighter grey shade. It wasn’t snowing so he left his fur-rimmed hood dangling at his back, his mane of black hair totally corresponding with his whole outfit ensemble. And since the camera had been on him for the last minute or two, Junho realized the camera person had a particular bias towards someone.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to get a snow cleaning machine up here or something?” came a very logical suggestion from Taec and camera focused on him.
“Well… then there would be no point in bringing YOU guys here, now would there?” said a voice behind the camera. “And…”
“And what?” Taec asked when Jay handed him a shovel with a very long shaft.
“I know the granny who lives up there. Now if you racked your brain you’d remember we used to play in her backyard some 16 years ago. I would call her from time to time ever since I got back and the other day I promised to get her road cleaned, when she said she can’t get out into the town. You guys getting into a fight yesterday was… just a convenient accident.”
“Aish…” Jay dragged his sorry little ass towards Woo, who had already cleared a meter closest to the rocky wall on the right. “I suppose we should divide by twos and just get this cleaned in halves. Like, me and Woo can do the right side, and you guys can do the left side,” he gestured wildly at Taec and Chan who finally joined him. “So when we’re done we have like big heaps of snow on the sidelines, maybe even make look like a tunnel,” apparently the pick-up had stopped only a few meters from he drift so Junho could still see and hear everything crystal clear.
Chan and Taec stared at the short one. Woo stopped working.
“What?” Jay looked back and forth between them.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Taec cocked an eyebrow.
“What?” Jay raised his hands, not quite sure whether there was something wrong with his grammar or what. Nuna giggled.
Chan just sighed, walked close to Jay, grabbed him at his scruff and almost lifted him over to Taec’s side, while the maknae took his place next to Woo.
The next few minutes were filled with silent digging and thinking which way was best to hold the shovel. There was also some grumbling between the lines “I joined Family Corporation so I could avoid obligatory service and now THIS…” There were also a few times when sudden flop of snow from the top of the drift almost buried Jay, but overall, it was a normal snow clearing operation and Junho was only half-done with his beer, but he already began thinking that this probably was not worth it when suddenly the amount of snow decreased significantly and he realized nuna wasn’t filming everything from a to z.
Chan & Woo team was doing better. They were at least a meter ahead of Jay & Taec team, because Jay felt cold all over, and Taec just couldn’t find the best angle to bend his back and then throw snow over his shoulder. Though Junho had to give it to them - they had cleared quite a lot and he could see that neither Chan nor Woo were wearing their scarves anymore. Woo even had his jacket unzipped and here Junho worried. It wasn’t that cold, but if they got sweaty and then stripped suddenly, they could get a serious cold. That woman should’ve known that. Annoyed Junho bit on a dried squid.
“How long is this road anyway?” Woo asked sticking his shovel in the snow, kicking it deeper and lifting a good heap of snow just to discard it on the very right of their digging zone.
“Umm… about a kilometer,” said a voice behind the camera.
“What?” he stopped working and turned at her. The ends of his hair were moist with sweat and Junho could swear he saw beads collecting on his bruised cheek. Whoah, good camera. “But we’ve covered less than 50m so far!” he waved at the mountains of snow.
“Well… I think the drifts are the worse only in the steepest part of the road, which is less than 400m…” the voice was quite sure. “And there’s no need to make the passage that wide, granny isn’t that big, you know…”
Then they all stopped working and glanced at the cleared part of the road they had been working on. They have obviously made the passage big enough for their pick-up. Junho almost choked on his beer, looking at the stunned face expressions of 4 tired guys.
“Argh!!” Chan was the first to lose it, as he twirled around with his shovel, thinking whether he should break its shaft or not, but the material was stronger than his knees so he just acquired another bruise.
“This is a conspiracy!” bellowed Jay, pointing at camera. Camera moved up and down, and Junho thought nuna simply shrugged.
“You seemed really happy with your job so I just couldn’t interfere,” there was an edge of irony in her voice.
“Hey, can we at least take a break?” Taec raised his hand. “Jay’s cold. And Chan’s hungry.”
“You’ve just had your lunch!” the voice was a bit too close to the camera microphone and it rang painfully in Junho’s ears. “Why don’t you just try and do as much as you can before it gets too dark to work?”
“She’s right,” Woo said, digging into another pile of white mass. “Get on with it.”
Chan sighed, taking his shovel and rubbing his bruised knee and Jay just rolled his eyes, but dug in as well. Taec stood leaning on his shovel, watching Woo and the way he held himself made Junho cower a little bit. That was not one of Taec’s happy moments. It was one of those rare occasions when whatever he spat out of his mouth, it didn’t sound friendly.
“Who died and made you the leader?” he asked staring daggers at hardworking and silent Woo. Nuna sighed. She also knew Taec had lost the touch with his happy place sometime in between this whole digging.
Woo straightened himself slowly and looked at the older guy. Junho could hardly tell what he was thinking, because those stupid black bangs covered half of his eyes.
“No one,” Woo said with zero expression on his face.
“Then stop pretending to be one,” it looked like a very flamboyant peacock was picking a fight with an unpredictable raven.
“I think…” the younger said slowly. “We should just get back to work…”
“There you go again!”
“What?”
“Ordering us around!
“I’m not! Get your head straight~!”
Jay and Chan were watching this sudden exchange like a ping-pong battle. They looked quite unsure of what they should do. Junho couldn’t quite grasp where the bone of contempt lay as well. But one thing he was sure of - if this was going to continue, Taec was bound to overreact.
“You know, just cuz you were left hanging last night, it’s no reason to be cranky!”
“이게… 와이라노… Shit, hyung, the hell is wrong with you?!”
Ige… wairano… - This… what the…
“Miser!”
“Loudmouth!”
“Whiner!”
“Fussy!”
“Nuna-boy!”
…
Junho almost dropped his beer. Chan and Jay clearly looked like they were not getting half of the exchange. Though Chan was close to having “ding-dong-ding-dong” written all over his face.
Woo eyed Taec up and down wearing his zero-expression.
“Well,” he said scooping a good amount of snow with his shovel. “At least I don’t look like a human traffic light. Chill,” and he threw the whole contents of his shovel onto Taec.
“SNOW FIGHT~!!!” Chan was quick to break the tension as he lunged himself at Taec grabbing handfuls of snow on his way. Woo probably still thought he would be able to work with his part of snowdrift after this, but it all ended with Jay latching onto his back and them both falling into a snow bank.
Now that was Fun. Junho leaned back in his chair watching his pals basically making bruised snowmen of each other. It was rather funny when Chan tried to bite someone, because a) he either met with thick winter clothes or b) he was bombarded with snow once he would open his mouth. Woo cast Jay away pretty soon, and he looked as if he was deliberating whether he should attack Taec or not. Junho wished he could be there. This looked so much fun. Well, at least until the guys went wild and it looked like they were about ruin the snow-free passage they had so thoroughly made in these few hours (Junho guessed it’s been hours because of the change in light).
It seemed like nuna sensed the danger as well, because the camera swayed a bit and moved closer to where Woo was being strangled and snow-fed by Chan.
“Okay guys, that’s enough,” she said calmly and Junho nodded in agreement with her.
And then he almost slapped himself for nodding in agreement with her. But no one listened. “Hey!” no reaction, more scuffling. “To think they said they were tired…” she mumbled under her breath. “YAH~!!” Junho winced at her roar and camera angled to the left with the view suddenly focusing lower and lower and it was clear that the camera was left on the ground.
Surely, soon enough nuna appeared in the picture, just as Woo freed himself from Chan’s grasp, and instead Chan fell flat on Jay, depleting him into the snow, and Taec was about to lunge at Woo, when she jumped his back with a loud: “I SAID ENOUGH~~!!” Taec almost doubled and fell over at a sudden attack, but he managed to stay on his feet, trying to take her off him. She reached out at the snowdrift closest to her, grabbed a handful of snow and pushed it behind Taec’s shirt. He howled like a wolf in moonlight. Chan and Jay stopped playing surprised at the sudden flow of events.
Woo, wearing a very wicked grin, crept away from the action scene towards the camera, bent down to give it a one shot of V sign and his “innocent” smile, and then he took it into his hands, and raised it up, the frame concentrating on the nuna-dongsaeng scuffle.
“느에에에~” there was a voice of an experienced reporter behind a camera now, speaking so fast, Junho kinda regretted consuming all that beer. “시청자 여러분, 안녕 하십니까?
Neueeee~ Shicheongja yeoreobun, annyeong hashimnikka? - Yeeees~ Dear viewers, good day~!
As you can see, with 1st round just half down its way the fight is already absolutely immense and it looks like we’re not going to witness a knockout or even a knockdown anytime soon and… ooooh, just look at that shrewd move, sportsman Taec pulls his opponent down his front at her scruff and leaves her lying on the snow and oh, it looks like he’s about to fall down on her and oh-my-gawd, is that even LEGAL?! But LOOKIT THAT, sportswoman Lina rolls away and our Taec FALLS on hard ground his elbows down OWWW that GOTTA hurt… and now we have a counter-attack by nuna, who’s jumping up trying… to… to… snatch the beanie of our Taec-hyung? Oh, but she misses and Taec grabs at her scarf and oh-sweet-Jesus-and-Buddha-with-all-your-holy-scrolls was that a ball of SNOW in her hands? Taec-hyung is blind! He’s frozen, and HIS BEANIE IS STOLEN… Are you seeing this? ARE YOU SEEING THIS? What is she gonna do? Oh no, no, is she filling his beanie with SNOW? Ladies and gentlemen, now THIS is 101 how to use snow in a dire situation, please note this down… OH, and here we’re having Taec-hyung coming right back with the…”
Junho SO wanted to be there.
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i must be going barking mad >.>''
CHRONOLOGY
01. Nuna Appeal
02. Dilemma
03. Take Me
04. Let's go as far as we can
05. Impulse
06. Sick woman
07. Bread, butter & mayo
08. Taec has it easy
09. This one :)
10. Shit Happens. Miracles Too. (a.k.a. We're having Taec tonight~!)
This is me indulging my life-long dream of exploiting young idols with physical labour. Srsly, countless of times, whenever I saw say... Junho on some show or in pictures, I would think... yaaaaah~ I wish I could bring him over to my granny's and make him clear the snow away. Or... looking at TVXQ: yaaaaaah~ they should like totally clean my granny's pond. xD I must be evil.
10. Doom
It was your average village in a mountainous area with a thick cap of white. There were perhaps 10 homesteads around and at least half of them vacant, occupied only during summer, when the original owners or the municipality would lease or rent these homes for people, searching for rural hideaway. Most of them were intelligent families tired of city life, or foreigners hankering for authentic daehan lifestyle, even though the only authentic thing left must’ve been the foundation and the frames of the houses.
Regular residents included 10 women and 4 men, all above 40 (most of them above 60 actually), who spent their time taking care of their own homes, working with their neighbors and meeting with everybody in the community centre which was some 20 km down the road. The public bus came three times a day, making its way up and down the main winding road with steep rocky mountains on one side and a wide terrace for whatever vegetables the locals preferred to cultivate on the other side.
Three times a day the villagers would waddle down the narrow streets in between their houses (which almost leaned onto each other) towards the main road. It seemed that in the course of time some parts of the homesteads we simply added one onto the other, taking no consideration of applications which had stood there before.
The village itself resembled an island in between two arms of a river, although in this case those arms were two roads. The one rimming village on the south side, winding along the terrace which would be full of cabbage-like vegetables in summer, was the main road of the district, where a bus would go every single day. The northern road looked more like an old narrow wash of a river, crawling up beside a rocky mountain towards a lonely homestead some kilometer away from the main village. The bus didn’t go there. It was too steep and even two simple wouldn’t have been able to bypass each other, so a bus going on there was out of question.
The grandmother who lived in that remote homestead had no problem about it in summer. Even though she was long in her 70s, she was perfectly fine with futzing around in her big house (it used to accommodate her huge family years ago, but now these people were scattered throughout the country and would seldom visit their hometown, bastards), and she would easily shuffle down the steep patch towards the main road so she could catch the bus, and she would easily climb back up the slope. However, the winter was…
***
The first thing Junho saw when he opened his mailbox that evening was a new mail from someone with a funny log in “saechim”. Not to mention the user wasn’t using a national server service. The mailbox was hosted by a foreign “gugl” portal so, as the address was unknown to him, he clicked the mail suspiciously and only because it didn’t have any attachment with it.
준호야, 안녕~
밥 먹었어?
찬한테 너의 메일을 받았어.
잘 봐:
http://www.sooperupload.com/?f=FHDYJA
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
누나
Junho-yah, annyeong~ - Junho-yah, hi~
Bab meogeosseo? - Have you eaten?
Chanhante neo-eui meireul badasseo. - I‘ve got your email from Chan.
Jal bwa - Watch well.
kkkk
Nuna
He was not much inclined on clicking the link to a foreign hosting server, but then he had a very clear idea of what he might be missing if he chose to ignore the mail, so Junho clicked on it and was directed to a site where he had to type in a combination of three roman letters and tree digits in order to download a file. That was weird. But he figured the service was free so he was ok with waiting for… oh, 30 seconds until he finally clicked “DOWNLOAD”.
The file was over 1GB in size so he still had like a minute or so before it got downloaded and therefore, Junho ran down to the kitchen quickly and grabbed a beer from the fridge along with some seafood snacks. Being home alone wasn’t always a bad thing. He had a whole 2nd floor for himself. He even considered checking out the 3rd floor, but then he shuddered off that idea. He would’ve been a trespasser. And just by being there, he would think of Woo frequenting the quarters and that would make him sick. So, settling comfortably into his office chair and popping the bottle of light beer open, he clicked on the video file lying on his tidy desktop and a player jumped into his field of vision. And there was white. Lots and lots of white.
“Holy crap!” yelled someone behind the camera. Junho happened to agree. The drifts covering what he thought to be a narrow village road were clearly close to 2 meters high. The kid had a very bad feeling in his stomach. Snow was one thing that almost all daehan men (especially those who went through military service) hated with all their guts.
Camera turned left and whoever was holding it, Junho realized, was sitting on the hood of the pick-up. There was Jay standing next to the car on the left, eyeing the piles of snow with his mouth open. He had bruises on his face from the recent fight in the bar.
“You don’t expect us to clear it all, do you?” he asked incredulously in his native language and Junho thanked all the gods he’d heard of that he’d taken an advanced course of that tongue at university.
“Actually, I do,” said nuna’s voice and it was very clear and sounded very close, so there, the cameraman (woman) identity was obvious. “You have a whole weekend.”
“We’re staying here for the night?” Chan wandered into a frame, rolling his thick scarf around his big neck. “I didn’t bring a spare set of underwear…” he almost pouted.
“I don’t think that’s the top concern on our list right now…” Jay reached up patting maknae’s shoulder. The camera zoomed in and then zoomed more on Chan’s dark burgundy scarf. And then zoomed in again so that Junho could almost see every thread of it, thinking, damn, good camera.
“Damn, I want that scarf…” nuna grumbled silently, but Junho sure heard her. He suddenly got the impression that she just uploaded a no-cut director’s edition…
“What’s with the camera?” there was a bang of the door being closed and Taec appeared in the picture wearing almost queasy salad green jacket with black woolly beanie on his head. His gloves were navy blue. Somebody call fashion police. Even Junho cringed at the sight.
“It’s to record our humiliation and prevent this from happening ever again,” someone walked behind the three young men’s back, dragging a shovel of almost his own size and camera followed a very dark Woo, treading towards the snowdrift. He looked liked a black crow against the white background.
Without any other word, he bent down to lace up his short black leather bootlegs. Once he was done with that, he straightened up, tightened his black scarf around his neck and zipped up his dark grey winter jacket set with narrow vertical stripes of lighter grey shade. It wasn’t snowing so he left his fur-rimmed hood dangling at his back, his mane of black hair totally corresponding with his whole outfit ensemble. And since the camera had been on him for the last minute or two, Junho realized the camera person had a particular bias towards someone.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to get a snow cleaning machine up here or something?” came a very logical suggestion from Taec and camera focused on him.
“Well… then there would be no point in bringing YOU guys here, now would there?” said a voice behind the camera. “And…”
“And what?” Taec asked when Jay handed him a shovel with a very long shaft.
“I know the granny who lives up there. Now if you racked your brain you’d remember we used to play in her backyard some 16 years ago. I would call her from time to time ever since I got back and the other day I promised to get her road cleaned, when she said she can’t get out into the town. You guys getting into a fight yesterday was… just a convenient accident.”
“Aish…” Jay dragged his sorry little ass towards Woo, who had already cleared a meter closest to the rocky wall on the right. “I suppose we should divide by twos and just get this cleaned in halves. Like, me and Woo can do the right side, and you guys can do the left side,” he gestured wildly at Taec and Chan who finally joined him. “So when we’re done we have like big heaps of snow on the sidelines, maybe even make look like a tunnel,” apparently the pick-up had stopped only a few meters from he drift so Junho could still see and hear everything crystal clear.
Chan and Taec stared at the short one. Woo stopped working.
“What?” Jay looked back and forth between them.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Taec cocked an eyebrow.
“What?” Jay raised his hands, not quite sure whether there was something wrong with his grammar or what. Nuna giggled.
Chan just sighed, walked close to Jay, grabbed him at his scruff and almost lifted him over to Taec’s side, while the maknae took his place next to Woo.
The next few minutes were filled with silent digging and thinking which way was best to hold the shovel. There was also some grumbling between the lines “I joined Family Corporation so I could avoid obligatory service and now THIS…” There were also a few times when sudden flop of snow from the top of the drift almost buried Jay, but overall, it was a normal snow clearing operation and Junho was only half-done with his beer, but he already began thinking that this probably was not worth it when suddenly the amount of snow decreased significantly and he realized nuna wasn’t filming everything from a to z.
Chan & Woo team was doing better. They were at least a meter ahead of Jay & Taec team, because Jay felt cold all over, and Taec just couldn’t find the best angle to bend his back and then throw snow over his shoulder. Though Junho had to give it to them - they had cleared quite a lot and he could see that neither Chan nor Woo were wearing their scarves anymore. Woo even had his jacket unzipped and here Junho worried. It wasn’t that cold, but if they got sweaty and then stripped suddenly, they could get a serious cold. That woman should’ve known that. Annoyed Junho bit on a dried squid.
“How long is this road anyway?” Woo asked sticking his shovel in the snow, kicking it deeper and lifting a good heap of snow just to discard it on the very right of their digging zone.
“Umm… about a kilometer,” said a voice behind the camera.
“What?” he stopped working and turned at her. The ends of his hair were moist with sweat and Junho could swear he saw beads collecting on his bruised cheek. Whoah, good camera. “But we’ve covered less than 50m so far!” he waved at the mountains of snow.
“Well… I think the drifts are the worse only in the steepest part of the road, which is less than 400m…” the voice was quite sure. “And there’s no need to make the passage that wide, granny isn’t that big, you know…”
Then they all stopped working and glanced at the cleared part of the road they had been working on. They have obviously made the passage big enough for their pick-up. Junho almost choked on his beer, looking at the stunned face expressions of 4 tired guys.
“Argh!!” Chan was the first to lose it, as he twirled around with his shovel, thinking whether he should break its shaft or not, but the material was stronger than his knees so he just acquired another bruise.
“This is a conspiracy!” bellowed Jay, pointing at camera. Camera moved up and down, and Junho thought nuna simply shrugged.
“You seemed really happy with your job so I just couldn’t interfere,” there was an edge of irony in her voice.
“Hey, can we at least take a break?” Taec raised his hand. “Jay’s cold. And Chan’s hungry.”
“You’ve just had your lunch!” the voice was a bit too close to the camera microphone and it rang painfully in Junho’s ears. “Why don’t you just try and do as much as you can before it gets too dark to work?”
“She’s right,” Woo said, digging into another pile of white mass. “Get on with it.”
Chan sighed, taking his shovel and rubbing his bruised knee and Jay just rolled his eyes, but dug in as well. Taec stood leaning on his shovel, watching Woo and the way he held himself made Junho cower a little bit. That was not one of Taec’s happy moments. It was one of those rare occasions when whatever he spat out of his mouth, it didn’t sound friendly.
“Who died and made you the leader?” he asked staring daggers at hardworking and silent Woo. Nuna sighed. She also knew Taec had lost the touch with his happy place sometime in between this whole digging.
Woo straightened himself slowly and looked at the older guy. Junho could hardly tell what he was thinking, because those stupid black bangs covered half of his eyes.
“No one,” Woo said with zero expression on his face.
“Then stop pretending to be one,” it looked like a very flamboyant peacock was picking a fight with an unpredictable raven.
“I think…” the younger said slowly. “We should just get back to work…”
“There you go again!”
“What?”
“Ordering us around!
“I’m not! Get your head straight~!”
Jay and Chan were watching this sudden exchange like a ping-pong battle. They looked quite unsure of what they should do. Junho couldn’t quite grasp where the bone of contempt lay as well. But one thing he was sure of - if this was going to continue, Taec was bound to overreact.
“You know, just cuz you were left hanging last night, it’s no reason to be cranky!”
“이게… 와이라노… Shit, hyung, the hell is wrong with you?!”
Ige… wairano… - This… what the…
“Miser!”
“Loudmouth!”
“Whiner!”
“Fussy!”
“Nuna-boy!”
…
Junho almost dropped his beer. Chan and Jay clearly looked like they were not getting half of the exchange. Though Chan was close to having “ding-dong-ding-dong” written all over his face.
Woo eyed Taec up and down wearing his zero-expression.
“Well,” he said scooping a good amount of snow with his shovel. “At least I don’t look like a human traffic light. Chill,” and he threw the whole contents of his shovel onto Taec.
“SNOW FIGHT~!!!” Chan was quick to break the tension as he lunged himself at Taec grabbing handfuls of snow on his way. Woo probably still thought he would be able to work with his part of snowdrift after this, but it all ended with Jay latching onto his back and them both falling into a snow bank.
Now that was Fun. Junho leaned back in his chair watching his pals basically making bruised snowmen of each other. It was rather funny when Chan tried to bite someone, because a) he either met with thick winter clothes or b) he was bombarded with snow once he would open his mouth. Woo cast Jay away pretty soon, and he looked as if he was deliberating whether he should attack Taec or not. Junho wished he could be there. This looked so much fun. Well, at least until the guys went wild and it looked like they were about ruin the snow-free passage they had so thoroughly made in these few hours (Junho guessed it’s been hours because of the change in light).
It seemed like nuna sensed the danger as well, because the camera swayed a bit and moved closer to where Woo was being strangled and snow-fed by Chan.
“Okay guys, that’s enough,” she said calmly and Junho nodded in agreement with her.
And then he almost slapped himself for nodding in agreement with her. But no one listened. “Hey!” no reaction, more scuffling. “To think they said they were tired…” she mumbled under her breath. “YAH~!!” Junho winced at her roar and camera angled to the left with the view suddenly focusing lower and lower and it was clear that the camera was left on the ground.
Surely, soon enough nuna appeared in the picture, just as Woo freed himself from Chan’s grasp, and instead Chan fell flat on Jay, depleting him into the snow, and Taec was about to lunge at Woo, when she jumped his back with a loud: “I SAID ENOUGH~~!!” Taec almost doubled and fell over at a sudden attack, but he managed to stay on his feet, trying to take her off him. She reached out at the snowdrift closest to her, grabbed a handful of snow and pushed it behind Taec’s shirt. He howled like a wolf in moonlight. Chan and Jay stopped playing surprised at the sudden flow of events.
Woo, wearing a very wicked grin, crept away from the action scene towards the camera, bent down to give it a one shot of V sign and his “innocent” smile, and then he took it into his hands, and raised it up, the frame concentrating on the nuna-dongsaeng scuffle.
“느에에에~” there was a voice of an experienced reporter behind a camera now, speaking so fast, Junho kinda regretted consuming all that beer. “시청자 여러분, 안녕 하십니까?
Neueeee~ Shicheongja yeoreobun, annyeong hashimnikka? - Yeeees~ Dear viewers, good day~!
As you can see, with 1st round just half down its way the fight is already absolutely immense and it looks like we’re not going to witness a knockout or even a knockdown anytime soon and… ooooh, just look at that shrewd move, sportsman Taec pulls his opponent down his front at her scruff and leaves her lying on the snow and oh, it looks like he’s about to fall down on her and oh-my-gawd, is that even LEGAL?! But LOOKIT THAT, sportswoman Lina rolls away and our Taec FALLS on hard ground his elbows down OWWW that GOTTA hurt… and now we have a counter-attack by nuna, who’s jumping up trying… to… to… snatch the beanie of our Taec-hyung? Oh, but she misses and Taec grabs at her scarf and oh-sweet-Jesus-and-Buddha-with-all-your-holy-scrolls was that a ball of SNOW in her hands? Taec-hyung is blind! He’s frozen, and HIS BEANIE IS STOLEN… Are you seeing this? ARE YOU SEEING THIS? What is she gonna do? Oh no, no, is she filling his beanie with SNOW? Ladies and gentlemen, now THIS is 101 how to use snow in a dire situation, please note this down… OH, and here we’re having Taec-hyung coming right back with the…”
Junho SO wanted to be there.
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i must be going barking mad >.>''