where's my woodong?
Weel, my 1st post...inspired from my friends story..
Let's pretend Jaebum still in 2pm.. >.<
Nichkhun just adopt a pet. It's not dog or cat, although he loves both. But Nichkhun need something unique and different from the others. So, he decide to adopt a turtle!
His band mates just fine about his decision, the most important, this turtle will not howl, bark, or steal chansung's food! Besides, Chansung has adopt a cat, named Jeonggam.
The name that nichkhun gives to his turtle is woodong. When wooyoung complaint, why his hyung gives his nickname to his pet, nichkhun just said: "You never agree to sleep with me, and now woodong will never reject me, 'aight???". Wooyoung just pouted.
One day...
“Junho, did you see Woodong?” asked Nichkhun, waking up Junho.
“Huh? Who?” answered Junho drowsily.
“Woodong!” Nichkhun pointed out desperately.
"Chasing kite, maybe...", answered Junho with his eyes still closed.
"Woodong! My turtle!"
“Oh… That turtle. No, hyung, haven’t seen him anywhere…” And Junho fell back to sleep.
Feeling upset, Nichkhun left their room and went to the living room. Taecyeon was there watching TV.
“Ya, have you seen woodong?” asked Nichkhun. taec not answered, he kept watching the TV.
“Ya!” Nichkhun exclaimed.
“Oh, sorry, khun, didn’t see you there. Want some popcorn?” Taecyeon said without taking his eyes off the TV.
“I don’t want your stupid popcorn! Do you know where woodong is?”
"Wooyoung is on the rooftop. but, what happen with wooyoung so you are busy to search him?"
“Eh? why wooyoung is in the rooftop?? but what I mean is my turtle, stupid!”
“You mean that pet of yours that never does anything except blinking his two stupid eyes?” asked Taecyeon absent-mindedly.
“Some people say pets are so much like their owner,” Junho added to Taecyeon, just wake up because chaos that made by nichkhun.
“Ya! Who are you calling stupid!” Nichkhun broke out angrily. Right that second, Chansung went in with a bowl of soup. He was startled and almost dropped his bowl when Nichkhun suddenly stormed at him.
“Whoa, my soup! My soup!”
“Forget your stupid soup! Did you take woodong again?”
“What the hell? I'm not take wooyoungie. I don't know where is he!"
“My turtle, you fathead! Did you use him to hold your broken door again?” Nichkhun almost burst into tears.
“You mean that shell-like thingy? I thought it’s a paperweight,” said Chansung innocently.
“No! It’s my beloved turtle! Where is it? Where is it??”
That was when Jaebum broke into the commotion.
“Shut up, Nichkhun! Why are you making such a fuss! You never take good care of your pet anyway! You probably just keep him because you paid a lot of money for him.”
“What are you saying,hyung! I love woodong! Unlike all of you, he’s the only one who never complains at everything I’m doing!”
To his horror, Nichkhun realized that his words were so true. He couldn’t stand being in the living room anymore. He went to his room and shed his held tears. He knew he wasn’t such a good owner. Sometimes he forgot to feed woodong, but he loved woodong. The real woodong and the pet woodong. Woodong never complained when he sang at the top of his lungs. Woodong always listened to his random blabber. Woodong accompanied him sleeping. Woodong was always there. And now he wasn’t.
“Hyung, why are you crying?” Junho hear the sound of Nichkhun crying.
“I lost woodong…” Nichkhun sobbed. That was when a big fluffy cat went into the room, followed by Junsu yelling.
“Jeonggam, get back here! You need to take a bath! You stink!”
Suddenly a horrible idea jumped on Nichkhun’s mind. He grabbed Jeonggam and shook him left and right.
“Nooo! You ate my turtle! Spit him out! Spit, stupid cat! Give him back to me!”
“Ya! Who are you calling stupid!” yelled Junsu angrily.
“Chansung's cat! He ate woodong!”
“Never! Jeonggamie never eats trash!”, yelled Chansung.
“Ya! Who are you calling trash!”
Meanwhile Junho was crying staring at his hyungs fighting.
“Hyung, don’t fight…” Junho asked helplessly.
“Stop screaming!” Chansung interrupted. By the ladle he was holding, it was clear to see that Chansung was in the middle of cooking. Maybe a bowl of soup not enough for him. Another terrible idea came to Nichkhun’s mind.
“Nooo! You cooked him! How could you!” Nichkhun dropped to his knees and cried some more.
“Cook what? I’m making ramyeon,” said Chansung and then went back to the kitchen.
“Woodong…”
Nichkhun was still on the floor, all air seemed to have gone from his lungs.
“Hyung, don’t cry.. I’ll help you look for him,” Junho told Nichkhun soothingly.
In Wooyoung’s room.
Wooyoung put down his brush and stared at his closed door. He wondered why there was so much noise outside. By the hysterical yelling, he thought it must have been Nichkhun yelling here and there. He almost went out of his room to see what the problem was when the noise cleared down. He waited for a moment and then shrugged.
Wooyoung went back to his table and took his paint brush. On his table were various colors of oil paint. He dipped his brush in one of the color and then painted it on a thing on his table. He added a few brush in invisible spots and then smiled, satisfied at his done work.
“Woodong, you look so much better in yellow.”
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P.S. I'm not satisfied with this story, later I'll write some. Maybe, smut??
kekekeke....