Serving 5: Chapter 5 - "Dad, Mom, and Seungri"
Title: Chapter 5 - "Dad, Mom, and Seungri"
Series: Serving 5
Author: Vangelynn
Rating: G
Pairings: The DaeRi & some TopRi
Genre: Un-attempted Humor
Summary: After many failed attempts, Big Bang finally get themselves a new housekeeper. But what they find isn’t exactly what they expected. As they adjust to the new twenty-year-old-student house keeper, they find themselves out of their own element. Although some may not notice it and continue with their own lives, others take things too seriously. Read and discover what it's like to be Serving 5. (Yay! New summary ^_^ And it's worse than the first T_T)
Diclaimer: I own all other characters but Big Bang.
A/N: First ever fan fic. I was challenged(forced) by some of you guys to start writing one. This plot in particular was in my head for quite a while, four months to be exact.
Chapter 1: "The Phone, the Phone is Ringing"
Chapter 2: "Sarang?"
Chapter 3: "Meet the Neighbors, Find a Rival"
Chapter 4: "Table Talk"
Warning: Skim-beta-ed; there has to be mistakes some where >__> inform me if you see any
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The next day followed. Then the next. Sarah had already established a schedule for herself, a little routine to follow. The Manyeo was still around causing trouble. One day Sarah brought the laundry out to dry and when she came back five minutes later the clothes were trashed and trampled on the ground. Incidentally, they were Jiyong’s clothes and he made an extreme fuss over it. He demanded that they bring them to the cleaners, but Youngbae told him they couldn’t afford to waste money.
Sarah got used to having Nohrae around. If he wasn’t ruining something in Jiyong’s room or eating he would be on her shoulder watching what she was doing like a good student. Although she told Youngbae that Nohrae was domestic enough not to fly away he still forbid any unscreened window to be left open. Which left the two to suffer from the heat in the especially humid days. It was nice to have a little friend around. Especially since it was getting lonely in the apartment and she felt safer (from the Manyeo).
What she enjoyed the most was when they came home. Even if one hated her, another simply knew her as the housekeeper, and the other could only note his own existence, it was still something to look forward to. They provided the companionship that she thought she had left at home before coming to Korea.
“Daesung, please stay still,” Sarah pleaded as she tried her best to fix the hole she made in the mask. She cleaned her fingertips in the bathroom sink before she started again. Scooping a small amount of mixture from the bowl that laid on her lap, she proceeded to finish the task.
“Now I’m putting it under your cheekbones. If you move a muscle this is going in your eyes.” She smoothed the green mush, being very careful to keep it away from his eyes.
Daesung stood still looking straight into space. He was sitting on the toilet bowl with Sarah on the stool spreading the mixture around his face so slowly, as if she was painting a canvas. Daesung couldn’t help but smile at her concentration. Her hand suddenly veered off his cheek and brushed against his ear covering it with green.
“Daesung, I told you not to move,” Sarah said, disappointed as she took a hand towel and wiped his ear. Her gentle strokes reminded Daesung of the times when Seungri and he would massage each other’s ears before going to sleep. He read somewhere on the Internet that soft and flexible ears showed a man’s charisma. He had no idea how, but anything to be closer with the maknae. They stopped doing it however, since Seungri had been busy studying lately. What was the maknae doing now?
Sarah wiped away the last piece of mashed avocado that was far behind his ear. “All clean. Daesung?” She waved her hand in front of him checking if he was still along the lines of reality.
Daesung jolted as his thoughts left him. “Huh?”
Sarah held the bowl of greenness out to remind him. “The mask?”
“Oh, yeah,” Daesung sat up straight as Sarah continued.
Just then the door swung open slamming into the wall, causing Sarah to ruin the mask again.
“Aigsh! What now?” She looked up to see a frizzled Jiyong by the door hopping on one foot as his other leg was busy crossed over his needy area.
“What the heck are you two doing here?” Jiyong asked, his voice abnormally high.
Daesung’s small eyes blinked with the mask surrounding them. “Well, hyung we were-”
“Get out! I need to use it!” Jiyong felt like he was going to explode as he pushed both of them out the door with one hand, his other covering his poor crotch, trying to hold it in.
“Wait!” Sarah turned back almost killing Jiyong. She paced over to the sink where she left the bowl, as Jiyong drowned in a million kinds of pain. She took the bowl slowly and went, remembering to give him a friendly wave.
“Get out!” Jiyong said, squeezing out the only words possible with his back bent double.
“Ok.” Sarah smiled good-naturedly with hidden malice.
He rushed her out and shut the behind her. He snaked his pants off hurting himself, but that didn’t really matter at the moment. He sighed as he felt release. He was in heeeaven.
Sarah and Daesung moved to the kitchen, hoping no one else would be there. It was empty which was rare around that hour, but it was a chance to take. She laid the bowl on the table and seated Daesung in front of her to commence. Only his fore head was left. If he didn’t lift his eyebrows it shouldn’t be a problem. As she started spreading it Nohrae flew in. Seeing the bowl, he landed on the rim probing at the greenness.
“Nohrae, that’s not food,” Sarah motioned him to move away as she scooped up some more.
“Well, technically it is,” Daesung, said, taking care not to move his forehead. “It’s made out of avocadoes and other natural ingredients, right?”
“But still.”
Youngbae entered the kitchen wearing his ‘Do It, Honey’ shirt absently much to Daesung’s disgust. He took no notice of them, if he did, he didn’t really care anyway. Swinging the freezer door open he searched for something to relieve himself of the stifling heat. Nohrae flew away from the bowl and landed on the shaved side of Youngbae’s head. It was impossible to get a decent perch on that pointed mohawk. It stared into the fridge with his owner, wondering what Youngbae could possibly want in that bizarre frozen box.
The kitchen was split into two. The area Sarah and Daesung were was hushed as she concentrated to make the mask to her own perfection, while Daesung struggled to stay still, knowing one breath could ruin the whole thing. On the less serious side Youngbae was rummaging through the freezer making a considerable amount of noise.
“There!” Sarah wiped her hands with the face towel, as she sat back on the chair with an accomplished sigh. She held the hand mirror up to Daesung. “Not bad for a first try, eh?”
Daesung grinned at the sight of his face caked under massive amounts of green and mush. Seungri would probably laugh his butt off if he saw him then he would drag Jiyong out of his room so he could burst out gawking too, but he didn’t care. He knew that a few minutes later when he would wash it off there would be sheer perfection underneath that Jiyong would scowl over in jealously. And of course he would want one for himself, but this was a process made for two people.
He smiled at Sarah, thanking her.
No one would want to help the fussy leader, since he’d probably yell at them for doing it wrong. And Sarah would never do anything for Jiyong. Yes. Daesung assured himself. He was very fortunate.
“Darn you, Daesung!” Youngbae snapped the two on the happy side of the kitchen out of their bliss and turned the kitchen back into one whole room. He stood by the counter struggling with the carton of ice cream, trying to shave off what he could. Nohrae was cheering him on. “I told you not to buy this brand,” He grunted as he forced the spoon into the frozen sweetness that was out of reach his taste’s reach.
“But, hyung,” Daesung protested. “That was the healthiest I could find. Did you know that most ice cream has an average of 25 grams of sugar per cup?”
“Dae, we don’t eat them by the cup,” Youngbae said, giving up on the spoon he already bent and searching in the drawer for a sturdier one. “We eat them ‘till we feel the spoon hit the bottom.”
Sarah looked at him in concern. If he was going to go through all those spoons and bend them (she knew that she would end up re-bending them) she might as well help him. “Oppa, run the spoon under hot water and try again.”
Youngbae pretended not to hear her as he proceeded to bend another spoon. Nohrae twittered shaking his head. It winged to the faucet beckoning Youngbae to give it a try. Youngbae scowled at it for being such a traitor.
He brought the spoon under the faucet and sent gallons of scorching water on it.
Daesung watched as Sarah’s eyes grew wide when she saw the steam rise like an upside down waterfall from the sink.
“Hyung, she said run it through hot water not drown it. Don’t waste the water.”
Youngbae slammed the faucet shut and stalked to the offending carton to see if it would work. He felt his hand sink in as the spoon cut into the frozen ice cream like butter.
Youngbae wasn’t subject to defeat. If he had been anybody else (Jiyong) he wouldn’t have admitted that it worked and would leave with out saying anything. But Youngbae is a nice person.
“Do you guys want some?” He asked, making Daesung smile and surprising Sarah.
“Well, just a little,” she said. “But Daesung can’t have any, since he’ll ruin the mask.”
“Fine with me,” Daesung said. Ice cream had too much sugar anyway.
Youngbae filled another cup and set it in front of Sarah. He took a seat beside them and set a platter with a tiny hill of ice cream for Nohrae. It obliged and pecked at the cold, tasty, sticky treat.
Youngbae took a spoonful and looked at Sarah. “Seungri told me you’re going to clean out the fridge today. Are you?”
“I was planning to.” Sarah licked her spoon thoughtfully. “I guess it’s about time. When was the last time you guys cleaned it?”
“We’ve never cleaned it,” Daesung said as Sarah choked in response. “And I don’t think any of the past housekeepers cleaned it either.”
Youngbae spooned the ice cream around the edges. “Yeah, I think the previous owner’s kimchi it still there.”
Nohrae looked like he wanted to gag on his food.
“It is about time,” Sarah said, trying to ignore the shivers that ran down her spine. Now she knew what that black furry thing that she saw the other day was. “Seungri said he would help me. Are you doing anything today, Oppa?”
“Yeah, I have to practice,” Youngbae ate another scoop sadly. “The others are free for some reason.”
“That’s good,” Daesung said in a tone that meant he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
Youngbae looked at him oddly.
Sarah poked Daesung, making him realize what he said. “I-I mean it’s good that you’re practicing. Not that you won’t be in the apartment while we’re all here so we won’t have to hide anything from you and something like that…”
Sarah groaned at his fail and Nohrae scrutinized at Daesung for being so blatant.
“So you’re saying that it’s a good thing I’m not around because I get in the way?”
“Yes!”
Sarah and Nohrae looked away expecting the worse.
Youngbae’s cheeks rose. “Ok, then!” He licked the remnants of the ice cream that had melted. “It’s about time I went anyway. Thanks for reminding me.” He went to the closet to grab a hat. “Take care of Nohrae for me.”
“We will!” The two called back.
And he left. Just like that.
Sarah turned to Daesung smiling with appreciation. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Neither do I,” Daesung answered. “I’ll get Seungri so we can discuss the party.”
“Go ahead.” Sarah waved as he left. “Don’t ruin your mask!”
Sighing contently, she sat back and took small nips from her ice cream, savoring the taste.
Nohrae looked at her pleadingly with his beady eyes and his beak spread with dark chocolate and dripping.
“Why? What?”
It cocked its head to one side them motioned to its empty plate.
“Oh, fine.” She scooped a generous amount from her mug and plopped it onto his plate.
Daesung brought in a chuckling Seungri, who was still tickled by his hyung’s mask, a few seconds later. He had been caught watching Seunghyun try to beat Youngbae’s high score on a game too intensely. It was something Sarah referred to as brotherly encouragement and another thing Daesung called flirting.
They congregated at the dining table. Four of them (including Nohrae) since Jiyong was ‘busy’ and Seunghyun was immovable. They discussed the time they should hold the party. They had the whole day off on Saturday, so they had an unlimited privilege, but they unanimously picked evening. So they could use the earlier part of the day for preparation. Who would keep Youngbae out of the apartment? Jiyong no doubt. He might as well do something useful. Moving on. The food had to be special. Seungri said the take-outs they ordered the past years weren’t so birthday like and too cheap. And oily, Daesung added. Manager would pre order some special food. It was Seunghyun’s job to pick them up. It was their job to get the apartment to ready. Sarah would bake the cake with the help of the maknae, who would have to take precautions. Since the last thing they wanted was to have the kitchen set on fire. But, Sarang-noona, I’ve never done anything like that! Daesung would decorate. And the present? Yes, it was already decided.
“Hopefully, it will work out just as we planned,” Sarah said, trying to outline it on her notebook.
“Noona,” Seungri tugged on her sleeve like a child although he was well three inches taller than her. “When are we going to go shopping for supplies?”
Sarah’s eyes were closed as she leaned back on her chair and laid the notebook away. “After we clean the fridge.”
“And when is that?”
“When I say so.”
“And when is that?”
“Not now.”
“Aww, but Noona!” Seungri protested. “We’re not even doing anything. We shouldn’t be wasting time.”
Sarah opened one eye to see Seungri’s pouting lip extend and his eyes plead under his bushy eyebrows. She sighed in defeat. “Fine. Go in the closet and find the supplies so we can start.”
“Yay!” Seungri launched off his seat and rushed to the closet. Sarah closed her eyes once again, trying to rest while she could before they started working. She usually didn’t fall for aegyo, actually she found it annoying, but there was something about the maknae made her fall for it each time. Daesung chuckled quietly on his chair, now she knew what he meant about Seungri’s ‘want’ faces.
The maknae returned too soon carrying a bag full of sponges, wipes, brushes, and paper towels, and a feather duster in his other hand.
“Gosh, Seungri, we don’t need a feather duster to clean the fridge.”
“Hyung, it’s not for the fridge.” He laid the dirty duster on the kitchen table Sarah had already cleaned. “It’s to keep Nohrae busy.”
Thanks to Sarah the bird was no longer a sticky mess, since she wiped the chocolate off him. It chirped for joy as he watched Seungri lay entertainment on the table. It jumped into the duster as if it was a trampoline and sent clouds of dust all over the place. Sarah and Daesung moved away immediately and ran to the other side of the kitchen coughing and choking in the dust. Seungri stood in the midst completely unaffected. He stood there blinking back at them. “What’s wrong with you two?”
“Seungri,” Sarah said still struggling to breathe. “How old is that duster?”
“Well, it was here before we moved in.”
No wonder. Sarah stepped back into the obstruction of dust and snatched the duster much to Nohrae’s dismay. It protested loudly and started berating her with chirps as she threw the duster away dutifully. “Seungri, I have my own duster in my bag. Please don’t ever use old cleaning equipment again.”
“Sure, Noona,” Seungri left the dusty once spotless kitchen to get the duster.
Daesung left too to wash the mask off.
After putting things back in order, Sarah set up a divide and conquer plan. Even if the fridge wasn’t as menacing in the outside it was a completely different story inside. She stared at it, challenging the white freezer box as Nohrae bounced energetically on his new duster in the background enjoying his own world.
“Daesung, take out everything and put it on the table. Seungri, I want you to separate the expired food. When Daesung’s done we’ll start taking the fridge apart.”
And they did. Condiments were spread across the table as Seungri inspected each one asking Sarah to smell it if he wasn’t sure. The contents of the fridge were rather random. From pickle jars, soju (Jiyong’s white soju had been rid off a few days ago), leftovers, vegetables, fruits that had gone fuzzy, more leftovers, and foreign chocolate.
“From a fan,” Daesung explained. “We didn’t eat it because it tasted like alcohol.”
“That’s because it’s made of rum,” Sarah said after inspecting it from Seungri and tossing it into the garbage bin.
Daesung slid the removable shelves off the fridge and gave them to Sarah to scrub. He didn’t use the soaked rag until everything was gone, making the fridge look like an empty box.
“You know what would be easier,” Daesung said to the other two although he knew only one of them was listening. “If we dragged this whole thing outside and sprayed it with the hose.”
He stood up to straighten his back, which was starting to tighten from being bent so long. He wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead. Gosh, this was harder than working out.
Sarah spoke as she rinsed the plastic shelf under the faucet. “We could. But we have to push it out the door, drag it into the elevator, and if we make it to ground level without the elevator breaking under the weight we could bring it out to the garden. Excluding the fact that we’ll be in harm’s way off…”
“…The Manyeo,” Daesung sighed. “I know.”
“OH MAH GOSH!!” Seungri shrieked as he held a jar like it was a bomb that was going to explode any second. Daesung and Sarah were alarmed and asked what was wrong.
Seungri didn’t seem to hear them and yelled. “Jiyong-hyung! Jiyong-hyung! Come here quickly!”
No answer.
“HYUUUNG!!”
“Maknae, what the heck do you want?” Jiyong stomped into the kitchen pink hair curlers attached to his hair and a blow dryer and comb in both hands. He looked like a 50-year-old ahjumma.
Seungri held out the jar with a ridiculous smile pasted on his face. “I found mayonnaise that expires on your birthday!”
Jiyong’s face remained unchanged as he turned to leave speaking darkly to himself. “Aigsh, I really can’t live anymore.”
Sarah and Daesung chuckled as they listened to his residing footsteps.
“Noona,” Seungri said after a while. “When we finish there won’t be a lot of food left for us to eat. More than half is expired.”
Sarah helped Daesung as they tried to slide the shelves back in. “Don’t worry. After this I’ll buy some groceries and supplies for Youngbae-oppa’s birthday.”
“Noona, can I come along?”
“You’re already coming along.”
Seungri threw the last bottle in the trash without looking at the expiration date. “Noona, I’m finished! I’ll get ready now.”
He left before Sarah could object. She smiled as she started filling the fridge once again. “He’s like a kid.”
“Only taller.” Daesung knew Seungri was a child at heart.
“You two are close aren’t you?”
“Everybody’s close to him.”
“Even Seunghyun-oppa?”
Daesung stopped halfway before setting the kimchi in the fridge. “Yes. Even Seunghyun-hyung.”
“Seungri really likes him,” Sarah continued. “Just the other day I saw both of them studying together. Seunghyun-oppa was reading the text to him and Seungri had his head on his shoulder. They look good together.”
“I know,” Daesung said softly. “Everybody says so.” He laid the juice in the fridge gently as if it was breakable glass. He reached for another bottle but Sarah stopped him.
“I’ll take care of the rest. Go get ready.”
Daesung simply nodded and left.
As they passed the kitchen to leave, Sarah took a last minute check to see if the fish in the oven was broiling properly. Jiyong was in the kitchen looking for something to fill his stomach.
Daesung reminded the leader as he slipped a light jacket on. “Hyung, don’t forget to take care of Nohrae. He’s somewhere around.”
Jiyong responded with a shrug. “Whatever.”
His eyes widened as he swung the fridge open and saw the whiteness gleaming back at him. He closed it immediately. This was not the same fridge. He took a peek. It was.
“We have to leave now before the sun gets any higher,” Sarah said as she put a sunhat on.
“Wait!” Seungri turned back. “I forgot to say goodbye to Seunghyun-hyung!”
Daesung snatched the maknae and dragged him with them. “Come on we have to go.”
Even if they had a difficult time getting down the elevator with Seungri, Daesung was determined that they would go. It was a funny sight. They resembled a typical family, complete with the father, mother, and grumpy child, although Seungri was taller than both of them. They couldn’t take the bus since Daesung forgot the bus fares at the apartment. He assured them that the super market wasn’t too far away, only a few blocks away.
A few blocks later they were completely exhausted. Seungri looking like he had just ran miles away from a mob of fan girls and the building was still an eye sore away. Sarah suggested that they rest for a while, so Daesung found a bench not far from the sidewalk and they all plopped down in relief.
Sarah passed around the bottle of water.
“Hyung, you said it wasn’t far,” Seungri whined between gulps.
“It isn’t. The heat is making it worse.” Daesung squinted at the sun.
Sarah received the bottle from Seungri and took a sip remembering to wipe the rim first; she was sharing the water with two other people after all. She looked at Daesung beside her, as she held the bottle up in the sun sending rays all over the bench. “Daesung, aren’t you hot?”
He slipped his jacket off and swung it over the bench, revealing his doraemon shirt underneath. “Oh yeah.”
“I’ve always wanted to ask you if you don’t mind.” Sarah tucked the water into her bag and laid it aside. “Why do you guys wear those bandanas over your mouths? I feel like I’m in a gang. Is it the latest fashion?”
Seungri untied his bright blue bandana and swung it around his finger. “It’s for disguise from the fa- Ow!”
Seungri glared at Daesung, who elbowed him, and rubbed his hurting arm. “But it is!”
“It’s just the latest fashion,” Daesung assured Sarah.
“Mmhmm,” Sarah smiled and gave Daesung’s oversized cap a friendly poke. “Is this and the owl shades the latest fashion too?”
Daesung sent a warning glance at Seungri motioning him to keep his mouth shut. Seungri responded by crossing his arms and looking away from the two, causing a large gap on the bench. If only he had turned further he would have noticed the large sun hat bobbing up and down behind the bushes.
A wrinkly and rough hand stretched over from underneath the leaves and snaked into the pocket of Daesung’s jacket, pulling out his wallet silently. The ahjumma shifted over to reach Sarah’s bag, which was farther than she had thought. As Sarah sent more questions at Daesung, she unconsciously brought her bag closer to her pulling it farther from the Manyeo.
“Aigsh!” The woman cursed. She made a lunge and reached the bag, snatching Sarah’s wallet.
Daesung’s ears pricked up while he was midway answering the question ‘do you always walk around the streets with your heads lowered?’. “Did you hear anything?”
“Yeah,” Sarah said as she folded her sleeve away to check her watch. “That was my alarm. It’s already three.”
“We should get moving,” Daesung said, standing up and taking his jacket “Youngbae-hyung would kill us if he found out that we left Nohrae with Jiyong-hyung.”
Seungri was still on the bench, his arms crossed and his lower lip sticking out rebelliously. Daesung rustled the maknae’s hair. “C’mon, Maknae, let’s go.”
“Don’t wanna.”
Daesung tugged Seungri’s arm and tried to pull him off. “For goodness’ sakes, Seungri, don’t be so immature.”
Seungri still looked away, throwing a silent tantrum, as Daesung struggled to drag the lump of weight with him.
Sarah, who had gone ahead and turned back when she realized that no one was following her, peered under her sun hat and at them. “Seungri,” she called, waving at him. “I’ll buy you some popsicles when we get there. So hurry up.”
Seungri pushed Daesung away as he ran to Sarang-noona. Goody! Popsicles!
“Oh my gosh, there’s so many,” Daesung said, his breath taken away as they looked into the ice cream cart situated beside the super market. The vendor tapped the counter impatiently, as he waited for him to make up his mind.
Seungri, whose tongue was blue from licking his popsicle looked at the scary cashier then at Daesung. “Hyung, hurry up. You don’t even like sugar.”
“Can’t a guy have some sugar once and a while? Just wait. I can’t decide if I should get the chocolate or caramel.”
Seungri popped the treat out of his mouth and furrowed his eyebrows. “Aren’t they the same thing?”
Sarah reminded Daesung gently that they came to shop not to buy food. Daesung waved her off absently. “This was your idea anyway.”
The vendor hit the cash register with his head, hating his life. As the machine dinged from the impact, Daesung made his decision. “I’ll have the blueberry, please.”
The man snatched bucket of popsicles and pulled out the sugary treat. He handed it to Daesung violently.
Sarah shook her head in slight embarrassment as she entered the building with the two boys behind her with couple popsicles.
They split into groups. Seungri and Daesung were looking for decoration and Sarah was at the other side of the store finding ingredients for Youngbae’s strawberry cake. The store was a true super market. Seungri swore that it was bigger than the park. There was one section that was five times bigger than their living room reserved for bread only. The condiments stretched out for miles and the extra’s (such as decorating) took over seemingly half of the store. The two boys were immediately intimidated as they were confronted by the great wall of choices.
Seungri’s popsicle that had been reduced to a lollipop hung loose in his mouth as he gaped. “Look at the balloons. They’ve got every single freaking color of the rainbow.”
“Seungri, don’t swear,” Daesung said as he proceeded to choose the candles.
“Hyung, ‘freaking’ is not a bad word!”
“Well, it doesn’t sound like something you would say.” He held up a packet of green striped candles for Seungri to look over. “I think we should stick to the traditional ones.”
“I guess so,” Seungri agreed without looking at the candles. “Manager said we could get a banner.” He sucked on the treat as he stretched to reach a bright banner he laid his eyes on. “Youngbae-hyung would love this!”
Daesung scrutinized as he saw the pink Hello Kitty banner in Seungri’s hands. “Seungri, that’s not funny.”
“No, really he does! He has a Hello Kitty alarm clock too.” The maknae picked up paper plates just as horrendous as the banner. “These would go great together!”
As much as Daesung loved to have Seungri around, there were times when it was better if he wasn’t there ‘helping’. “Maknae, why don’t you see if Sarah needs help?”
Instead of the loud protest Daesung expected Seungri’s voice went hushed as the maknae looked behind him. “Hyung! A girl! Act natural.”
Simultaneously, they looked down, away from the student who went passed them not giving the two weirdoes holding Hello Kitty decorations a second thought.
“That was close,” Daesung said when she was gone. He adjusted his shades and slipped the bandana over his mouth. “Maknae, go help Sarah in the baking section.”
Seungri stomped his foot and pouted showing his blue lips. “But I want to stay here with youuu…” He trailed the last syllable until Daesung cringed in annoyance.
“I thought you liked Sarang-noona.”
“I do. But I want to stay here with youuu…”
“Seungri, go.”
“Fine,” He popped the popsicle stick in his mouth, shutting himself up and stalked away.
After a while Daesung gathered the candles, banner, and paper plates together. He tried to pick the most traditional, since he didn’t want it to be too childish. Hoping he didn’t get too much or too little, he filled his basket, ready to find the maknae and Sarah.
“Daesung?”
Daesung dropped the basket and covered his face. “How did you recognize me?”
Sarah’s eyes were wide and taken back as she looked at him oddly.
“Oh, sorry,” He removed his shades. “I just thought you were one of those girls.”
Sarah didn’t bother to ask. There were many things she didn’t ask that past week. “I have all I need.” She laid her basket brimming with flour and icing beside Daesung’s. “Where’s Seungri?”
“You didn’t see him? I sent him looking for you.”
“Oh, I think I left before he went to the baking section.”
Daesung slid his phone out of his back pocket. “Don’t worry, I’ll call him.” As he proceeded to dial the maknae a cry behind them alerted Daesung and sparked a panic.
“IT’S DAESUNG-OPPA!!!”
A student with an army of girls behind her pointed straight at the wide-eyed Daesung as if he was a terrorist. He grabbed Sarah and fled.
She was too busy trying to keep up with him to ask what was going on as she was half-dragged by Daesung down the aisle. They ran passed the shelves while spectators wondered what trouble that young man and girl stirred up to have a mob at their heels.
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After Story Author Side Notes:
- I dunno about you guys but I really enjoyed writing the SungRahSeung XD
- Looks like my average chapter length's going to be 10 pages ^_^
- Sorry if this chapter wasn't as entertaining as the others. I'm stretching it till Youngbae's birthday
- Oh! You wanna know something cool? When I planned Youngbae's birthday I decided to check his profile to see when his actual birthday was. It turns out that it's at the end of May which is the exact same time this story takes place XD Is that cool or what?
- Meh. Too make up for this lacking chapter, I just want to share something completly unrelated with you. I was looking for SS501's Warning online and downloaded the first mp3 I could get my hands on. What I didn't know was that the recording I got was an audio rip from Youngstreet radio when they tore the song to pieces >.< You can imagine my reaction when I listened to it thinking that it was the real studio recording. Bwua ha ha ha 8D Listen at own risk: Kim Hyunjoong!
Series: Serving 5
Author: Vangelynn
Rating: G
Pairings: The DaeRi & some TopRi
Genre: Un-attempted Humor
Summary: After many failed attempts, Big Bang finally get themselves a new housekeeper. But what they find isn’t exactly what they expected. As they adjust to the new twenty-year-old-student house keeper, they find themselves out of their own element. Although some may not notice it and continue with their own lives, others take things too seriously. Read and discover what it's like to be Serving 5. (Yay! New summary ^_^ And it's worse than the first T_T)
Diclaimer: I own all other characters but Big Bang.
A/N: First ever fan fic. I was challenged(forced) by some of you guys to start writing one. This plot in particular was in my head for quite a while, four months to be exact.
Chapter 1: "The Phone, the Phone is Ringing"
Chapter 2: "Sarang?"
Chapter 3: "Meet the Neighbors, Find a Rival"
Chapter 4: "Table Talk"
Warning: Skim-beta-ed; there has to be mistakes some where >__> inform me if you see any
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The next day followed. Then the next. Sarah had already established a schedule for herself, a little routine to follow. The Manyeo was still around causing trouble. One day Sarah brought the laundry out to dry and when she came back five minutes later the clothes were trashed and trampled on the ground. Incidentally, they were Jiyong’s clothes and he made an extreme fuss over it. He demanded that they bring them to the cleaners, but Youngbae told him they couldn’t afford to waste money.
Sarah got used to having Nohrae around. If he wasn’t ruining something in Jiyong’s room or eating he would be on her shoulder watching what she was doing like a good student. Although she told Youngbae that Nohrae was domestic enough not to fly away he still forbid any unscreened window to be left open. Which left the two to suffer from the heat in the especially humid days. It was nice to have a little friend around. Especially since it was getting lonely in the apartment and she felt safer (from the Manyeo).
What she enjoyed the most was when they came home. Even if one hated her, another simply knew her as the housekeeper, and the other could only note his own existence, it was still something to look forward to. They provided the companionship that she thought she had left at home before coming to Korea.
“Daesung, please stay still,” Sarah pleaded as she tried her best to fix the hole she made in the mask. She cleaned her fingertips in the bathroom sink before she started again. Scooping a small amount of mixture from the bowl that laid on her lap, she proceeded to finish the task.
“Now I’m putting it under your cheekbones. If you move a muscle this is going in your eyes.” She smoothed the green mush, being very careful to keep it away from his eyes.
Daesung stood still looking straight into space. He was sitting on the toilet bowl with Sarah on the stool spreading the mixture around his face so slowly, as if she was painting a canvas. Daesung couldn’t help but smile at her concentration. Her hand suddenly veered off his cheek and brushed against his ear covering it with green.
“Daesung, I told you not to move,” Sarah said, disappointed as she took a hand towel and wiped his ear. Her gentle strokes reminded Daesung of the times when Seungri and he would massage each other’s ears before going to sleep. He read somewhere on the Internet that soft and flexible ears showed a man’s charisma. He had no idea how, but anything to be closer with the maknae. They stopped doing it however, since Seungri had been busy studying lately. What was the maknae doing now?
Sarah wiped away the last piece of mashed avocado that was far behind his ear. “All clean. Daesung?” She waved her hand in front of him checking if he was still along the lines of reality.
Daesung jolted as his thoughts left him. “Huh?”
Sarah held the bowl of greenness out to remind him. “The mask?”
“Oh, yeah,” Daesung sat up straight as Sarah continued.
Just then the door swung open slamming into the wall, causing Sarah to ruin the mask again.
“Aigsh! What now?” She looked up to see a frizzled Jiyong by the door hopping on one foot as his other leg was busy crossed over his needy area.
“What the heck are you two doing here?” Jiyong asked, his voice abnormally high.
Daesung’s small eyes blinked with the mask surrounding them. “Well, hyung we were-”
“Get out! I need to use it!” Jiyong felt like he was going to explode as he pushed both of them out the door with one hand, his other covering his poor crotch, trying to hold it in.
“Wait!” Sarah turned back almost killing Jiyong. She paced over to the sink where she left the bowl, as Jiyong drowned in a million kinds of pain. She took the bowl slowly and went, remembering to give him a friendly wave.
“Get out!” Jiyong said, squeezing out the only words possible with his back bent double.
“Ok.” Sarah smiled good-naturedly with hidden malice.
He rushed her out and shut the behind her. He snaked his pants off hurting himself, but that didn’t really matter at the moment. He sighed as he felt release. He was in heeeaven.
Sarah and Daesung moved to the kitchen, hoping no one else would be there. It was empty which was rare around that hour, but it was a chance to take. She laid the bowl on the table and seated Daesung in front of her to commence. Only his fore head was left. If he didn’t lift his eyebrows it shouldn’t be a problem. As she started spreading it Nohrae flew in. Seeing the bowl, he landed on the rim probing at the greenness.
“Nohrae, that’s not food,” Sarah motioned him to move away as she scooped up some more.
“Well, technically it is,” Daesung, said, taking care not to move his forehead. “It’s made out of avocadoes and other natural ingredients, right?”
“But still.”
Youngbae entered the kitchen wearing his ‘Do It, Honey’ shirt absently much to Daesung’s disgust. He took no notice of them, if he did, he didn’t really care anyway. Swinging the freezer door open he searched for something to relieve himself of the stifling heat. Nohrae flew away from the bowl and landed on the shaved side of Youngbae’s head. It was impossible to get a decent perch on that pointed mohawk. It stared into the fridge with his owner, wondering what Youngbae could possibly want in that bizarre frozen box.
The kitchen was split into two. The area Sarah and Daesung were was hushed as she concentrated to make the mask to her own perfection, while Daesung struggled to stay still, knowing one breath could ruin the whole thing. On the less serious side Youngbae was rummaging through the freezer making a considerable amount of noise.
“There!” Sarah wiped her hands with the face towel, as she sat back on the chair with an accomplished sigh. She held the hand mirror up to Daesung. “Not bad for a first try, eh?”
Daesung grinned at the sight of his face caked under massive amounts of green and mush. Seungri would probably laugh his butt off if he saw him then he would drag Jiyong out of his room so he could burst out gawking too, but he didn’t care. He knew that a few minutes later when he would wash it off there would be sheer perfection underneath that Jiyong would scowl over in jealously. And of course he would want one for himself, but this was a process made for two people.
He smiled at Sarah, thanking her.
No one would want to help the fussy leader, since he’d probably yell at them for doing it wrong. And Sarah would never do anything for Jiyong. Yes. Daesung assured himself. He was very fortunate.
“Darn you, Daesung!” Youngbae snapped the two on the happy side of the kitchen out of their bliss and turned the kitchen back into one whole room. He stood by the counter struggling with the carton of ice cream, trying to shave off what he could. Nohrae was cheering him on. “I told you not to buy this brand,” He grunted as he forced the spoon into the frozen sweetness that was out of reach his taste’s reach.
“But, hyung,” Daesung protested. “That was the healthiest I could find. Did you know that most ice cream has an average of 25 grams of sugar per cup?”
“Dae, we don’t eat them by the cup,” Youngbae said, giving up on the spoon he already bent and searching in the drawer for a sturdier one. “We eat them ‘till we feel the spoon hit the bottom.”
Sarah looked at him in concern. If he was going to go through all those spoons and bend them (she knew that she would end up re-bending them) she might as well help him. “Oppa, run the spoon under hot water and try again.”
Youngbae pretended not to hear her as he proceeded to bend another spoon. Nohrae twittered shaking his head. It winged to the faucet beckoning Youngbae to give it a try. Youngbae scowled at it for being such a traitor.
He brought the spoon under the faucet and sent gallons of scorching water on it.
Daesung watched as Sarah’s eyes grew wide when she saw the steam rise like an upside down waterfall from the sink.
“Hyung, she said run it through hot water not drown it. Don’t waste the water.”
Youngbae slammed the faucet shut and stalked to the offending carton to see if it would work. He felt his hand sink in as the spoon cut into the frozen ice cream like butter.
Youngbae wasn’t subject to defeat. If he had been anybody else (Jiyong) he wouldn’t have admitted that it worked and would leave with out saying anything. But Youngbae is a nice person.
“Do you guys want some?” He asked, making Daesung smile and surprising Sarah.
“Well, just a little,” she said. “But Daesung can’t have any, since he’ll ruin the mask.”
“Fine with me,” Daesung said. Ice cream had too much sugar anyway.
Youngbae filled another cup and set it in front of Sarah. He took a seat beside them and set a platter with a tiny hill of ice cream for Nohrae. It obliged and pecked at the cold, tasty, sticky treat.
Youngbae took a spoonful and looked at Sarah. “Seungri told me you’re going to clean out the fridge today. Are you?”
“I was planning to.” Sarah licked her spoon thoughtfully. “I guess it’s about time. When was the last time you guys cleaned it?”
“We’ve never cleaned it,” Daesung said as Sarah choked in response. “And I don’t think any of the past housekeepers cleaned it either.”
Youngbae spooned the ice cream around the edges. “Yeah, I think the previous owner’s kimchi it still there.”
Nohrae looked like he wanted to gag on his food.
“It is about time,” Sarah said, trying to ignore the shivers that ran down her spine. Now she knew what that black furry thing that she saw the other day was. “Seungri said he would help me. Are you doing anything today, Oppa?”
“Yeah, I have to practice,” Youngbae ate another scoop sadly. “The others are free for some reason.”
“That’s good,” Daesung said in a tone that meant he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
Youngbae looked at him oddly.
Sarah poked Daesung, making him realize what he said. “I-I mean it’s good that you’re practicing. Not that you won’t be in the apartment while we’re all here so we won’t have to hide anything from you and something like that…”
Sarah groaned at his fail and Nohrae scrutinized at Daesung for being so blatant.
“So you’re saying that it’s a good thing I’m not around because I get in the way?”
“Yes!”
Sarah and Nohrae looked away expecting the worse.
Youngbae’s cheeks rose. “Ok, then!” He licked the remnants of the ice cream that had melted. “It’s about time I went anyway. Thanks for reminding me.” He went to the closet to grab a hat. “Take care of Nohrae for me.”
“We will!” The two called back.
And he left. Just like that.
Sarah turned to Daesung smiling with appreciation. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Neither do I,” Daesung answered. “I’ll get Seungri so we can discuss the party.”
“Go ahead.” Sarah waved as he left. “Don’t ruin your mask!”
Sighing contently, she sat back and took small nips from her ice cream, savoring the taste.
Nohrae looked at her pleadingly with his beady eyes and his beak spread with dark chocolate and dripping.
“Why? What?”
It cocked its head to one side them motioned to its empty plate.
“Oh, fine.” She scooped a generous amount from her mug and plopped it onto his plate.
Daesung brought in a chuckling Seungri, who was still tickled by his hyung’s mask, a few seconds later. He had been caught watching Seunghyun try to beat Youngbae’s high score on a game too intensely. It was something Sarah referred to as brotherly encouragement and another thing Daesung called flirting.
They congregated at the dining table. Four of them (including Nohrae) since Jiyong was ‘busy’ and Seunghyun was immovable. They discussed the time they should hold the party. They had the whole day off on Saturday, so they had an unlimited privilege, but they unanimously picked evening. So they could use the earlier part of the day for preparation. Who would keep Youngbae out of the apartment? Jiyong no doubt. He might as well do something useful. Moving on. The food had to be special. Seungri said the take-outs they ordered the past years weren’t so birthday like and too cheap. And oily, Daesung added. Manager would pre order some special food. It was Seunghyun’s job to pick them up. It was their job to get the apartment to ready. Sarah would bake the cake with the help of the maknae, who would have to take precautions. Since the last thing they wanted was to have the kitchen set on fire. But, Sarang-noona, I’ve never done anything like that! Daesung would decorate. And the present? Yes, it was already decided.
“Hopefully, it will work out just as we planned,” Sarah said, trying to outline it on her notebook.
“Noona,” Seungri tugged on her sleeve like a child although he was well three inches taller than her. “When are we going to go shopping for supplies?”
Sarah’s eyes were closed as she leaned back on her chair and laid the notebook away. “After we clean the fridge.”
“And when is that?”
“When I say so.”
“And when is that?”
“Not now.”
“Aww, but Noona!” Seungri protested. “We’re not even doing anything. We shouldn’t be wasting time.”
Sarah opened one eye to see Seungri’s pouting lip extend and his eyes plead under his bushy eyebrows. She sighed in defeat. “Fine. Go in the closet and find the supplies so we can start.”
“Yay!” Seungri launched off his seat and rushed to the closet. Sarah closed her eyes once again, trying to rest while she could before they started working. She usually didn’t fall for aegyo, actually she found it annoying, but there was something about the maknae made her fall for it each time. Daesung chuckled quietly on his chair, now she knew what he meant about Seungri’s ‘want’ faces.
The maknae returned too soon carrying a bag full of sponges, wipes, brushes, and paper towels, and a feather duster in his other hand.
“Gosh, Seungri, we don’t need a feather duster to clean the fridge.”
“Hyung, it’s not for the fridge.” He laid the dirty duster on the kitchen table Sarah had already cleaned. “It’s to keep Nohrae busy.”
Thanks to Sarah the bird was no longer a sticky mess, since she wiped the chocolate off him. It chirped for joy as he watched Seungri lay entertainment on the table. It jumped into the duster as if it was a trampoline and sent clouds of dust all over the place. Sarah and Daesung moved away immediately and ran to the other side of the kitchen coughing and choking in the dust. Seungri stood in the midst completely unaffected. He stood there blinking back at them. “What’s wrong with you two?”
“Seungri,” Sarah said still struggling to breathe. “How old is that duster?”
“Well, it was here before we moved in.”
No wonder. Sarah stepped back into the obstruction of dust and snatched the duster much to Nohrae’s dismay. It protested loudly and started berating her with chirps as she threw the duster away dutifully. “Seungri, I have my own duster in my bag. Please don’t ever use old cleaning equipment again.”
“Sure, Noona,” Seungri left the dusty once spotless kitchen to get the duster.
Daesung left too to wash the mask off.
After putting things back in order, Sarah set up a divide and conquer plan. Even if the fridge wasn’t as menacing in the outside it was a completely different story inside. She stared at it, challenging the white freezer box as Nohrae bounced energetically on his new duster in the background enjoying his own world.
“Daesung, take out everything and put it on the table. Seungri, I want you to separate the expired food. When Daesung’s done we’ll start taking the fridge apart.”
And they did. Condiments were spread across the table as Seungri inspected each one asking Sarah to smell it if he wasn’t sure. The contents of the fridge were rather random. From pickle jars, soju (Jiyong’s white soju had been rid off a few days ago), leftovers, vegetables, fruits that had gone fuzzy, more leftovers, and foreign chocolate.
“From a fan,” Daesung explained. “We didn’t eat it because it tasted like alcohol.”
“That’s because it’s made of rum,” Sarah said after inspecting it from Seungri and tossing it into the garbage bin.
Daesung slid the removable shelves off the fridge and gave them to Sarah to scrub. He didn’t use the soaked rag until everything was gone, making the fridge look like an empty box.
“You know what would be easier,” Daesung said to the other two although he knew only one of them was listening. “If we dragged this whole thing outside and sprayed it with the hose.”
He stood up to straighten his back, which was starting to tighten from being bent so long. He wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead. Gosh, this was harder than working out.
Sarah spoke as she rinsed the plastic shelf under the faucet. “We could. But we have to push it out the door, drag it into the elevator, and if we make it to ground level without the elevator breaking under the weight we could bring it out to the garden. Excluding the fact that we’ll be in harm’s way off…”
“…The Manyeo,” Daesung sighed. “I know.”
“OH MAH GOSH!!” Seungri shrieked as he held a jar like it was a bomb that was going to explode any second. Daesung and Sarah were alarmed and asked what was wrong.
Seungri didn’t seem to hear them and yelled. “Jiyong-hyung! Jiyong-hyung! Come here quickly!”
No answer.
“HYUUUNG!!”
“Maknae, what the heck do you want?” Jiyong stomped into the kitchen pink hair curlers attached to his hair and a blow dryer and comb in both hands. He looked like a 50-year-old ahjumma.
Seungri held out the jar with a ridiculous smile pasted on his face. “I found mayonnaise that expires on your birthday!”
Jiyong’s face remained unchanged as he turned to leave speaking darkly to himself. “Aigsh, I really can’t live anymore.”
Sarah and Daesung chuckled as they listened to his residing footsteps.
“Noona,” Seungri said after a while. “When we finish there won’t be a lot of food left for us to eat. More than half is expired.”
Sarah helped Daesung as they tried to slide the shelves back in. “Don’t worry. After this I’ll buy some groceries and supplies for Youngbae-oppa’s birthday.”
“Noona, can I come along?”
“You’re already coming along.”
Seungri threw the last bottle in the trash without looking at the expiration date. “Noona, I’m finished! I’ll get ready now.”
He left before Sarah could object. She smiled as she started filling the fridge once again. “He’s like a kid.”
“Only taller.” Daesung knew Seungri was a child at heart.
“You two are close aren’t you?”
“Everybody’s close to him.”
“Even Seunghyun-oppa?”
Daesung stopped halfway before setting the kimchi in the fridge. “Yes. Even Seunghyun-hyung.”
“Seungri really likes him,” Sarah continued. “Just the other day I saw both of them studying together. Seunghyun-oppa was reading the text to him and Seungri had his head on his shoulder. They look good together.”
“I know,” Daesung said softly. “Everybody says so.” He laid the juice in the fridge gently as if it was breakable glass. He reached for another bottle but Sarah stopped him.
“I’ll take care of the rest. Go get ready.”
Daesung simply nodded and left.
As they passed the kitchen to leave, Sarah took a last minute check to see if the fish in the oven was broiling properly. Jiyong was in the kitchen looking for something to fill his stomach.
Daesung reminded the leader as he slipped a light jacket on. “Hyung, don’t forget to take care of Nohrae. He’s somewhere around.”
Jiyong responded with a shrug. “Whatever.”
His eyes widened as he swung the fridge open and saw the whiteness gleaming back at him. He closed it immediately. This was not the same fridge. He took a peek. It was.
“We have to leave now before the sun gets any higher,” Sarah said as she put a sunhat on.
“Wait!” Seungri turned back. “I forgot to say goodbye to Seunghyun-hyung!”
Daesung snatched the maknae and dragged him with them. “Come on we have to go.”
Even if they had a difficult time getting down the elevator with Seungri, Daesung was determined that they would go. It was a funny sight. They resembled a typical family, complete with the father, mother, and grumpy child, although Seungri was taller than both of them. They couldn’t take the bus since Daesung forgot the bus fares at the apartment. He assured them that the super market wasn’t too far away, only a few blocks away.
A few blocks later they were completely exhausted. Seungri looking like he had just ran miles away from a mob of fan girls and the building was still an eye sore away. Sarah suggested that they rest for a while, so Daesung found a bench not far from the sidewalk and they all plopped down in relief.
Sarah passed around the bottle of water.
“Hyung, you said it wasn’t far,” Seungri whined between gulps.
“It isn’t. The heat is making it worse.” Daesung squinted at the sun.
Sarah received the bottle from Seungri and took a sip remembering to wipe the rim first; she was sharing the water with two other people after all. She looked at Daesung beside her, as she held the bottle up in the sun sending rays all over the bench. “Daesung, aren’t you hot?”
He slipped his jacket off and swung it over the bench, revealing his doraemon shirt underneath. “Oh yeah.”
“I’ve always wanted to ask you if you don’t mind.” Sarah tucked the water into her bag and laid it aside. “Why do you guys wear those bandanas over your mouths? I feel like I’m in a gang. Is it the latest fashion?”
Seungri untied his bright blue bandana and swung it around his finger. “It’s for disguise from the fa- Ow!”
Seungri glared at Daesung, who elbowed him, and rubbed his hurting arm. “But it is!”
“It’s just the latest fashion,” Daesung assured Sarah.
“Mmhmm,” Sarah smiled and gave Daesung’s oversized cap a friendly poke. “Is this and the owl shades the latest fashion too?”
Daesung sent a warning glance at Seungri motioning him to keep his mouth shut. Seungri responded by crossing his arms and looking away from the two, causing a large gap on the bench. If only he had turned further he would have noticed the large sun hat bobbing up and down behind the bushes.
A wrinkly and rough hand stretched over from underneath the leaves and snaked into the pocket of Daesung’s jacket, pulling out his wallet silently. The ahjumma shifted over to reach Sarah’s bag, which was farther than she had thought. As Sarah sent more questions at Daesung, she unconsciously brought her bag closer to her pulling it farther from the Manyeo.
“Aigsh!” The woman cursed. She made a lunge and reached the bag, snatching Sarah’s wallet.
Daesung’s ears pricked up while he was midway answering the question ‘do you always walk around the streets with your heads lowered?’. “Did you hear anything?”
“Yeah,” Sarah said as she folded her sleeve away to check her watch. “That was my alarm. It’s already three.”
“We should get moving,” Daesung said, standing up and taking his jacket “Youngbae-hyung would kill us if he found out that we left Nohrae with Jiyong-hyung.”
Seungri was still on the bench, his arms crossed and his lower lip sticking out rebelliously. Daesung rustled the maknae’s hair. “C’mon, Maknae, let’s go.”
“Don’t wanna.”
Daesung tugged Seungri’s arm and tried to pull him off. “For goodness’ sakes, Seungri, don’t be so immature.”
Seungri still looked away, throwing a silent tantrum, as Daesung struggled to drag the lump of weight with him.
Sarah, who had gone ahead and turned back when she realized that no one was following her, peered under her sun hat and at them. “Seungri,” she called, waving at him. “I’ll buy you some popsicles when we get there. So hurry up.”
Seungri pushed Daesung away as he ran to Sarang-noona. Goody! Popsicles!
“Oh my gosh, there’s so many,” Daesung said, his breath taken away as they looked into the ice cream cart situated beside the super market. The vendor tapped the counter impatiently, as he waited for him to make up his mind.
Seungri, whose tongue was blue from licking his popsicle looked at the scary cashier then at Daesung. “Hyung, hurry up. You don’t even like sugar.”
“Can’t a guy have some sugar once and a while? Just wait. I can’t decide if I should get the chocolate or caramel.”
Seungri popped the treat out of his mouth and furrowed his eyebrows. “Aren’t they the same thing?”
Sarah reminded Daesung gently that they came to shop not to buy food. Daesung waved her off absently. “This was your idea anyway.”
The vendor hit the cash register with his head, hating his life. As the machine dinged from the impact, Daesung made his decision. “I’ll have the blueberry, please.”
The man snatched bucket of popsicles and pulled out the sugary treat. He handed it to Daesung violently.
Sarah shook her head in slight embarrassment as she entered the building with the two boys behind her with couple popsicles.
They split into groups. Seungri and Daesung were looking for decoration and Sarah was at the other side of the store finding ingredients for Youngbae’s strawberry cake. The store was a true super market. Seungri swore that it was bigger than the park. There was one section that was five times bigger than their living room reserved for bread only. The condiments stretched out for miles and the extra’s (such as decorating) took over seemingly half of the store. The two boys were immediately intimidated as they were confronted by the great wall of choices.
Seungri’s popsicle that had been reduced to a lollipop hung loose in his mouth as he gaped. “Look at the balloons. They’ve got every single freaking color of the rainbow.”
“Seungri, don’t swear,” Daesung said as he proceeded to choose the candles.
“Hyung, ‘freaking’ is not a bad word!”
“Well, it doesn’t sound like something you would say.” He held up a packet of green striped candles for Seungri to look over. “I think we should stick to the traditional ones.”
“I guess so,” Seungri agreed without looking at the candles. “Manager said we could get a banner.” He sucked on the treat as he stretched to reach a bright banner he laid his eyes on. “Youngbae-hyung would love this!”
Daesung scrutinized as he saw the pink Hello Kitty banner in Seungri’s hands. “Seungri, that’s not funny.”
“No, really he does! He has a Hello Kitty alarm clock too.” The maknae picked up paper plates just as horrendous as the banner. “These would go great together!”
As much as Daesung loved to have Seungri around, there were times when it was better if he wasn’t there ‘helping’. “Maknae, why don’t you see if Sarah needs help?”
Instead of the loud protest Daesung expected Seungri’s voice went hushed as the maknae looked behind him. “Hyung! A girl! Act natural.”
Simultaneously, they looked down, away from the student who went passed them not giving the two weirdoes holding Hello Kitty decorations a second thought.
“That was close,” Daesung said when she was gone. He adjusted his shades and slipped the bandana over his mouth. “Maknae, go help Sarah in the baking section.”
Seungri stomped his foot and pouted showing his blue lips. “But I want to stay here with youuu…” He trailed the last syllable until Daesung cringed in annoyance.
“I thought you liked Sarang-noona.”
“I do. But I want to stay here with youuu…”
“Seungri, go.”
“Fine,” He popped the popsicle stick in his mouth, shutting himself up and stalked away.
After a while Daesung gathered the candles, banner, and paper plates together. He tried to pick the most traditional, since he didn’t want it to be too childish. Hoping he didn’t get too much or too little, he filled his basket, ready to find the maknae and Sarah.
“Daesung?”
Daesung dropped the basket and covered his face. “How did you recognize me?”
Sarah’s eyes were wide and taken back as she looked at him oddly.
“Oh, sorry,” He removed his shades. “I just thought you were one of those girls.”
Sarah didn’t bother to ask. There were many things she didn’t ask that past week. “I have all I need.” She laid her basket brimming with flour and icing beside Daesung’s. “Where’s Seungri?”
“You didn’t see him? I sent him looking for you.”
“Oh, I think I left before he went to the baking section.”
Daesung slid his phone out of his back pocket. “Don’t worry, I’ll call him.” As he proceeded to dial the maknae a cry behind them alerted Daesung and sparked a panic.
“IT’S DAESUNG-OPPA!!!”
A student with an army of girls behind her pointed straight at the wide-eyed Daesung as if he was a terrorist. He grabbed Sarah and fled.
She was too busy trying to keep up with him to ask what was going on as she was half-dragged by Daesung down the aisle. They ran passed the shelves while spectators wondered what trouble that young man and girl stirred up to have a mob at their heels.
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After Story Author Side Notes:
- I dunno about you guys but I really enjoyed writing the SungRahSeung XD
- Looks like my average chapter length's going to be 10 pages ^_^
- Sorry if this chapter wasn't as entertaining as the others. I'm stretching it till Youngbae's birthday
- Oh! You wanna know something cool? When I planned Youngbae's birthday I decided to check his profile to see when his actual birthday was. It turns out that it's at the end of May which is the exact same time this story takes place XD Is that cool or what?
- Meh. Too make up for this lacking chapter, I just want to share something completly unrelated with you. I was looking for SS501's Warning online and downloaded the first mp3 I could get my hands on. What I didn't know was that the recording I got was an audio rip from Youngstreet radio when they tore the song to pieces >.< You can imagine my reaction when I listened to it thinking that it was the real studio recording. Bwua ha ha ha 8D Listen at own risk: Kim Hyunjoong!