Seoul Boy (5)
Title: Seoul Boy
Author: Lolcat/Syn2554
Pairing: Duseung, Tiny bit of Junseob (WAAAAY later)
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Hyunseung gets sent to the remote island of Jeju and has to come up with a way of surviving as a city boy in the country :D
Author's Notes: If you're up to this chapter and still reading, KAMSAHAMNIDA!! and I apologise for all of the Korean I use - I realise it is a lot kkk. I hate Romanisation, though, because I'm used to Hangul, so don't hate on me.
Love you guys.
Chapter 1 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1369024.html
Chapter 2 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1370715.html
Chapter 3 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1373832.html
Chapter 4 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1375661.html
We had a simple dinner of rice and soup with vegetables, but it tasted heavenly after an energetic day and an empty stomach. It also felt good to be eating with just Jinri and Dujun. The neighbours were cool, but I could speak more comfortably like this, and they spoke more comfortably back. Also, I didn’t care that I hadn’t seen a mirror in hours.
After dinner, Dujun helped clean and then left. I found myself replaying the afternoon’s events in my head. It certainly was exciting.
“So how come,” Jinri began, “Dujun was able to convince you to ride and I wasn’t?” I shrugged.
“He lectured me and constantly annoyed me,” I said, which made her laugh.
“I should have guessed. How was it?”
“Awesome,” I said, less worried about Jinri’s opinion of me than Dujun’s.
“Ne? That’s good. I didn’t take you for one that would readily share his seat with his hyung,” she mocked. I frowned. As my fringe fell into my face, I reached for my phone to check my hair, but it was gone.
“Dammit, Dujun,” I said and got up to go to my room.
“Mueoseulyo?”
“He took my phone!” I heard Jinri giggle as I reached the top step and rounded the corner.
I had a long, warm shower, washing my hair thankfully and cleaning all the sweat and dirt. It was one of the most active days of my life, except in primary school when they made us play sport. I shivered at the memory.
Reaching around to soap up my back, I was reminded of the feeling of Dujun’s body against me. I grimaced. I was used to a little skinship with my friends, but I barely knew Dujun and he was too relaxed about it. He was so broad, though, that I felt safe with his structure behind me, and he was surprisingly soft when he wasn’t using his muscles to hold Beast’s mane or adjust his seat. I ran my soapy hand up my stomach - I could still feel him there, too. His hand was there so long it left a patch of sweat on my shirt, whether from him or me, I didn’t know.
I realised then that I’d been holding my hand over my stomach for a while and dropped it, my face going hot. God, that scared me. It was like when you don’t know you like someone until you find yourself sniffing a piece of their clothing. I was worried I might be thinking about him too much and tried to change my train of thoughts, though no matter what I thought about, his face bothered me, somewhere at the back of my mind. I got out of the shower quickly and tried to think of something distracting to do.
Sleep was the only option.
Morning came quickly and I was thankful for a dreamless sleep.
“Hyunseung!” I heard and sat bolt upright.
“Ne?” I answered with a croak.
“If you want to go to school today, I suggest you get up!” So I did. I wiped my eyes and yawned. I had a quick shower and brushed my teeth, but I didn’t know what to put on after. With my towel around my waist, I stepped into the hall.
“Gomo?” I called.
“Ne?” Jinri poked her head around from the kitchen and exclaimed. “Yah! Hyunseung, you’re skinnier than I thought!” I wrinkled my brow for a moment, but then shook it off, ignoring that.
“What do I wear?”
“Anything, there’s no uniform. I’m making you a big meal tonight!” I rolled my eyes and went back into my room. I dressed in a simple white t-shirt with one of my favourite khaki jackets over the top, and then just some torn blue jeans. When I wandered out into the living room, Jinri handed me a plastic bag, and then another.
“There’s your lunch, and there’s some school supplies. The school will fix you up with everything else. Do you have a bag?” I nodded. “Well go grab it. It’s just about-” We both looked towards the window when we heard the horn of a car outside. “There he is. Quick now,” Jinri said and hurried me towards my room. I run upstairs, took a backpack from my cupboard and then ran back down.
Once outside, Jinri gave me a kiss on the cheek and said farewell, helping my put my things in my bag. I waved and made my way to Dujun’s truck. The thought of him brought back the previous evening’s grim mood, so I tried to think about other things. When I opened the door, he greeted me kindly and started the truck.
“I know you didn’t say yes, but I thought you might like your phone back.” I only just remembered it then and when he handed it to me, I grimaced. Thirteen missed calls. Seven messages. “Yeah, it got a bit out of hand. I’m sorry I forgot I had it. You know, it’s funny, because it was in my pocket for about three hours while I was at your house, and it never went off, and all of those messages and calls came in during the first hour when I got home.” I smiled, reading all of my mum’s panicked messages.
I figured, if the alerts were still on my front screen, he mustn’t have gone through it, so I didn’t check for any random trolling messages. Instead, I just messaged Umma explaining why I didn’t answer her calls.
“Are you okay?” I suddenly looked at Dujun, who was looking at me. He looked back at the road, then back at me.
“Ne... waeyo?”
“You haven’t said anything. You look... absent; sick almost.” I shook my head, looking back at my phone.
“I’m fine.”
“Okay.” There was an awkward silence, which I realised he was creating to make me speak.
“Myoesaliseyo?” Dujun smiled slightly, but hid it.
“Twenty-one. You?” he asked, briefly glancing at me.
“Seventeen,” I said, looking at the road. I held my phone close, forgetting how comfortable it makes me feel. If I was anywhere but home when Dujun took it, I would have been a mess.
“You look younger,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road. I noticed, because I glared at him.
“You look older,” I said, almost spitefully, but I realised it was just because he sort-of did. He was bulky and tall and had a hardened look to his eyes.
“Call,” he chuckled, glancing at me then.
“Do I really look younger?” That bothered me.
“You’re just... skinny.” That bothered me even more. I groaned. “You just need to do something physical and probably eat more - plus, it’ll come with age. I was skinny at your age.”
“Why are you giving me health tips?”
“Because you don’t like being skinny? Moleukesseoyo... why do you bleach your hair?”
“Moleukesseoyo,” I answered, looking out my window. “Are you picking me up this afternoon?”
“If you want,” he said, changing the truck down a gear. “We’re here.” I looked out the front and noticed a relatively school-ish looking place, so I sat up. “Have you got some lunch?”
“Ne,” I said and opened the door when we stopped.
“Okay. I’ll see you after, all right?”
“Komawoyo, Hyung.”
“No problem. Ddo bwayo.”
To put it plainly, my first day was boring. I was curious as to how school was out here, but it was practically exactly the same, except there weren’t any SmartBoards and the desks looked like they’d been used since the medieval ages.
The upside was Yoseob and Junhyung. Jinri was right - they were in most of my classes. I met others, too, who sat with them at break.
“This is Gikwang,” Yoseob said, patting a taller boy on the shoulder. Gikwang smiled and bowed once, greeting me formally. I did the same back. “And this is Dongwoon. He’s not in our classes because he’s a first-year, but he does riding lessons with us.” I felt my eyes widen.
“You guys take riding lessons?”
“Well, not so much lessons... We go to a club and ride; sometimes compete.” I was suddenly glad I’d agreed to ride. “Do you ride?” I shrugged.
“I have once. Yesterday. It was fun, so... I’ll probably get lessons, I guess.”
“You’re lucky - you live at the club,” Junhyung said as we sat down.
“Oh, Jinri Gomo is the owner of the club?”
“Ne, she runs it most of the time, but it’s usually Dujun hyung that takes us on trails.”
“Ah, jinjjayo?” I asked, my interest piqued. Everyone seemed to know everyone around here. It was sort-of... cosy.
“Ne. But if you’re just starting, you’ll be in the yards anyway. We’ll probably do routines with you this week to get you started.” I didn’t know what Junhyung was talking about, but I nodded along anyway.
“What horse did you ride?” Yoseob asked. I wanted to smile brightly and raise my chin as I announced it, remembering how surprised Jinri was, but I decided saying it casually would be cooler.
“That black horse; Beast.” I was right; it was cooler. And the reaction - gold.
“Jinjja?!” Junhyung exclaimed, and I felt my eyes widen at his informal tone. The look on their faces was priceless.
“Ne,” I said, but then I realised how unlikely it was that Dujun wouldn’t tell them about us doubling and I wished I could take it back. I tried to change the subject. “But I don’t know what horse I’ll ride at the club because Dujun will ride him, won’t he?”
“Ne... Jinri has a lot of good horses,” Yoseob assured me.
“Melody’s in foal, ne?” Gikwang said, looking at Junhyung who nodded, almost dropping the pile of rice on his chopsticks. “Maybe Ivory,” Gikwang said to me, his eyes seeming too big. He looked like the kind of guy that girls would swim oceans for. He was indubitably pretty.
“Ivory will buck if you’re too light,” Dongwoon said, looking up at me for the first time since saying hello. I looked at him, narrowing my eyes to show my confusion. “Waeyo moleukesseoyo, but when I was younger, she would buck, and after I went through puberty she didn’t anymore.”
“Same,” Junhyung said, “But you gained a lot of weight really quickly; you’re only fifteen and you’re already as heavy as I am.” I had hoped the topic of weight wouldn’t come up.
“How much do you weight, Hyunseungie,” Yoseob said and I nearly kicked his leg under the table.
“48 kilograms,” I said quietly. Gikwang dropped his chopsticks, making real the dramatic clatter that was already going through everyone’s minds. I swallowed, hard.
“Myoesaliseyo?” Junhyung asked.
“Seventeen,” I said for the second time that day. The uncomfortable silence wasn’t alleviated. In fact, it was barley alleviated for the whole lunch break, until we managed to get into a conversation about our parents, and then time began to pass without me feeling freakish or uncomfortable.
The day ended quicker than I imagined. After class, I said goodbye to Yoseob and Junhyung who said they’d see me later that afternoon for riding. I began walking and then felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to my left and saw Dongwoon, meeting my pace.
“Mianhamnida, I forgot your name,” he said, smiling. He was totally fluent, so I didn’t doubt that he was Korean, but he didn’t really look it. I didn’t say anything, however.
“Hyunseung,” I said, smiling back.
“That’s right. Is Dujun picking you up?”
“Ne.”
“Then I’ll catch a ride home with you,” he said, smiling.
When we got to the parking lot, Dujun was sitting in the tray of his truck and reading a book. He looked up when Dongwoon called him.
“Annyong,” he said, closing the book and standing. He jumped out of the tray with the grace of a feline, landing like he’d just completed a flight of stairs. I would have given anything to be that fit.
“Can I hitch a ride?”
“Sure, if you sit in Seungie’s lap,” Dujun said, grinning at me. I was afraid, for a moment, that he was serious. When Dongwoon climbed in the cab, he sat between the two seats, one leg on either side of the gear-stick. I felt awkward just looking at it, but I climbed in beside him, figuring this wasn’t new to him. Before Dujun got around to the driver’s side, Dongwoon turned to me, his mouth right beside my ear.
“Did he just call you Seungie?” I made a face and nodded, noticing it as he told me. Dongwoon gave me a surprised look, but wiped it as soon as Dujun was in sight. I made a note to ask him why that was significant.
The ride back was far from quiet. Dongwoon and Dujun seemed to have a lot to talk about. It didn’t stop at horses, either. Apparently, there was a girl at school Dongwoon liked and Dujun didn’t let me go without hearing all about it, despite Dongwoon's efforts to shut him up. I knew Dujun could be a bit of a pain, so I wasn’t surprised when he picked on Dongwoon. Dongwoon took it well, though - he obviously knew his hyung rather well.
When we arrived, I wondered why we stopped at the gate - it was normally open, but this time it was shut.
“You’re on the outside,” Dongwoon said, smiling at me. I raised my eyebrows and hesitated, but I got out to open it anyway. In Seoul, a kid of his age wouldn’t ever make his hyung do something like open a gate. He wouldn’t even think about it before doing it. I was beginning to realise that it was a little different out here, however; more relaxed. I was yet to decide whether or not I liked it.
I closed the gate after the truck, and when I went to get back in, it was gone.
“Jinjja?!” I called after them as it drove towards the stable. Just then, Cheondung trotted over to me. I frowned at him. “Mueoseulyo?” He nickered, stretching his head towards me. He wasn’t close enough to touch me, so I stood still. I got an image of Dujun’s scared hip in my head and shivered. I waved a hand at Cheondung’s head and he spooked, jumping away from me. “Yah, babo,” I grumbled and began walking towards the house.
I walked in and kicked my shoes off. In my room, I took my jacket off and searched for something less... white. If I was going to go watch Yoseob and the others, I didn’t want to get a good shirt dirty. I found a brown one and dropped it on my bed. Just as I took my shirt off, I heard someone coming up the steps.
“Seung-ah?” Dujun, I thought, knowing nobody else on Jeju-do called me that.
“I’m coming,” I said, and reached for my deodorant. He opened the door. “Yah! Hyung! I said I was coming!” He grinned.
“You know, I used to stay in here when I was a kid.”
“Do you have no respect for the privacy of others?” I complained, quickly reaching for my shirt after the initial shock.
“Wow, you really are skinny.”
“Kamsa, jinjja,” I grumbled sarcastically, pulling my shirt on and shoving past him. He laughed behind me and followed me out the back door.
kkk this chapter is short; mian, mian. You finally meet the other members though yaaaaaaaayy!
I'm going to go make my lunch now so...
Komawoyo, saranghaeyo.
Lolcat.
P.S. Poor skinny Seungie... I feel so sorry for him kkk (not anymore HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THAT PICTURE!??! IT'S ON MY JOURNAL!! I WAS ON TWITTER WHEN YOSEOBIE POSTED IT KKK it was funny because he posted a photo without Seungie's head first and I was like WHO IS?!? T_T Then 2 mins later he posted it kkk.)
EDIT: I made Cheondung on Sims 3 pets kkk
Author: Lolcat/Syn2554
Pairing: Duseung, Tiny bit of Junseob (WAAAAY later)
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Hyunseung gets sent to the remote island of Jeju and has to come up with a way of surviving as a city boy in the country :D
Author's Notes: If you're up to this chapter and still reading, KAMSAHAMNIDA!! and I apologise for all of the Korean I use - I realise it is a lot kkk. I hate Romanisation, though, because I'm used to Hangul, so don't hate on me.
Love you guys.
Chapter 1 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1369024.html
Chapter 2 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1370715.html
Chapter 3 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1373832.html
Chapter 4 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1375661.html
We had a simple dinner of rice and soup with vegetables, but it tasted heavenly after an energetic day and an empty stomach. It also felt good to be eating with just Jinri and Dujun. The neighbours were cool, but I could speak more comfortably like this, and they spoke more comfortably back. Also, I didn’t care that I hadn’t seen a mirror in hours.
After dinner, Dujun helped clean and then left. I found myself replaying the afternoon’s events in my head. It certainly was exciting.
“So how come,” Jinri began, “Dujun was able to convince you to ride and I wasn’t?” I shrugged.
“He lectured me and constantly annoyed me,” I said, which made her laugh.
“I should have guessed. How was it?”
“Awesome,” I said, less worried about Jinri’s opinion of me than Dujun’s.
“Ne? That’s good. I didn’t take you for one that would readily share his seat with his hyung,” she mocked. I frowned. As my fringe fell into my face, I reached for my phone to check my hair, but it was gone.
“Dammit, Dujun,” I said and got up to go to my room.
“Mueoseulyo?”
“He took my phone!” I heard Jinri giggle as I reached the top step and rounded the corner.
I had a long, warm shower, washing my hair thankfully and cleaning all the sweat and dirt. It was one of the most active days of my life, except in primary school when they made us play sport. I shivered at the memory.
Reaching around to soap up my back, I was reminded of the feeling of Dujun’s body against me. I grimaced. I was used to a little skinship with my friends, but I barely knew Dujun and he was too relaxed about it. He was so broad, though, that I felt safe with his structure behind me, and he was surprisingly soft when he wasn’t using his muscles to hold Beast’s mane or adjust his seat. I ran my soapy hand up my stomach - I could still feel him there, too. His hand was there so long it left a patch of sweat on my shirt, whether from him or me, I didn’t know.
I realised then that I’d been holding my hand over my stomach for a while and dropped it, my face going hot. God, that scared me. It was like when you don’t know you like someone until you find yourself sniffing a piece of their clothing. I was worried I might be thinking about him too much and tried to change my train of thoughts, though no matter what I thought about, his face bothered me, somewhere at the back of my mind. I got out of the shower quickly and tried to think of something distracting to do.
Sleep was the only option.
Morning came quickly and I was thankful for a dreamless sleep.
“Hyunseung!” I heard and sat bolt upright.
“Ne?” I answered with a croak.
“If you want to go to school today, I suggest you get up!” So I did. I wiped my eyes and yawned. I had a quick shower and brushed my teeth, but I didn’t know what to put on after. With my towel around my waist, I stepped into the hall.
“Gomo?” I called.
“Ne?” Jinri poked her head around from the kitchen and exclaimed. “Yah! Hyunseung, you’re skinnier than I thought!” I wrinkled my brow for a moment, but then shook it off, ignoring that.
“What do I wear?”
“Anything, there’s no uniform. I’m making you a big meal tonight!” I rolled my eyes and went back into my room. I dressed in a simple white t-shirt with one of my favourite khaki jackets over the top, and then just some torn blue jeans. When I wandered out into the living room, Jinri handed me a plastic bag, and then another.
“There’s your lunch, and there’s some school supplies. The school will fix you up with everything else. Do you have a bag?” I nodded. “Well go grab it. It’s just about-” We both looked towards the window when we heard the horn of a car outside. “There he is. Quick now,” Jinri said and hurried me towards my room. I run upstairs, took a backpack from my cupboard and then ran back down.
Once outside, Jinri gave me a kiss on the cheek and said farewell, helping my put my things in my bag. I waved and made my way to Dujun’s truck. The thought of him brought back the previous evening’s grim mood, so I tried to think about other things. When I opened the door, he greeted me kindly and started the truck.
“I know you didn’t say yes, but I thought you might like your phone back.” I only just remembered it then and when he handed it to me, I grimaced. Thirteen missed calls. Seven messages. “Yeah, it got a bit out of hand. I’m sorry I forgot I had it. You know, it’s funny, because it was in my pocket for about three hours while I was at your house, and it never went off, and all of those messages and calls came in during the first hour when I got home.” I smiled, reading all of my mum’s panicked messages.
I figured, if the alerts were still on my front screen, he mustn’t have gone through it, so I didn’t check for any random trolling messages. Instead, I just messaged Umma explaining why I didn’t answer her calls.
“Are you okay?” I suddenly looked at Dujun, who was looking at me. He looked back at the road, then back at me.
“Ne... waeyo?”
“You haven’t said anything. You look... absent; sick almost.” I shook my head, looking back at my phone.
“I’m fine.”
“Okay.” There was an awkward silence, which I realised he was creating to make me speak.
“Myoesaliseyo?” Dujun smiled slightly, but hid it.
“Twenty-one. You?” he asked, briefly glancing at me.
“Seventeen,” I said, looking at the road. I held my phone close, forgetting how comfortable it makes me feel. If I was anywhere but home when Dujun took it, I would have been a mess.
“You look younger,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road. I noticed, because I glared at him.
“You look older,” I said, almost spitefully, but I realised it was just because he sort-of did. He was bulky and tall and had a hardened look to his eyes.
“Call,” he chuckled, glancing at me then.
“Do I really look younger?” That bothered me.
“You’re just... skinny.” That bothered me even more. I groaned. “You just need to do something physical and probably eat more - plus, it’ll come with age. I was skinny at your age.”
“Why are you giving me health tips?”
“Because you don’t like being skinny? Moleukesseoyo... why do you bleach your hair?”
“Moleukesseoyo,” I answered, looking out my window. “Are you picking me up this afternoon?”
“If you want,” he said, changing the truck down a gear. “We’re here.” I looked out the front and noticed a relatively school-ish looking place, so I sat up. “Have you got some lunch?”
“Ne,” I said and opened the door when we stopped.
“Okay. I’ll see you after, all right?”
“Komawoyo, Hyung.”
“No problem. Ddo bwayo.”
To put it plainly, my first day was boring. I was curious as to how school was out here, but it was practically exactly the same, except there weren’t any SmartBoards and the desks looked like they’d been used since the medieval ages.
The upside was Yoseob and Junhyung. Jinri was right - they were in most of my classes. I met others, too, who sat with them at break.
“This is Gikwang,” Yoseob said, patting a taller boy on the shoulder. Gikwang smiled and bowed once, greeting me formally. I did the same back. “And this is Dongwoon. He’s not in our classes because he’s a first-year, but he does riding lessons with us.” I felt my eyes widen.
“You guys take riding lessons?”
“Well, not so much lessons... We go to a club and ride; sometimes compete.” I was suddenly glad I’d agreed to ride. “Do you ride?” I shrugged.
“I have once. Yesterday. It was fun, so... I’ll probably get lessons, I guess.”
“You’re lucky - you live at the club,” Junhyung said as we sat down.
“Oh, Jinri Gomo is the owner of the club?”
“Ne, she runs it most of the time, but it’s usually Dujun hyung that takes us on trails.”
“Ah, jinjjayo?” I asked, my interest piqued. Everyone seemed to know everyone around here. It was sort-of... cosy.
“Ne. But if you’re just starting, you’ll be in the yards anyway. We’ll probably do routines with you this week to get you started.” I didn’t know what Junhyung was talking about, but I nodded along anyway.
“What horse did you ride?” Yoseob asked. I wanted to smile brightly and raise my chin as I announced it, remembering how surprised Jinri was, but I decided saying it casually would be cooler.
“That black horse; Beast.” I was right; it was cooler. And the reaction - gold.
“Jinjja?!” Junhyung exclaimed, and I felt my eyes widen at his informal tone. The look on their faces was priceless.
“Ne,” I said, but then I realised how unlikely it was that Dujun wouldn’t tell them about us doubling and I wished I could take it back. I tried to change the subject. “But I don’t know what horse I’ll ride at the club because Dujun will ride him, won’t he?”
“Ne... Jinri has a lot of good horses,” Yoseob assured me.
“Melody’s in foal, ne?” Gikwang said, looking at Junhyung who nodded, almost dropping the pile of rice on his chopsticks. “Maybe Ivory,” Gikwang said to me, his eyes seeming too big. He looked like the kind of guy that girls would swim oceans for. He was indubitably pretty.
“Ivory will buck if you’re too light,” Dongwoon said, looking up at me for the first time since saying hello. I looked at him, narrowing my eyes to show my confusion. “Waeyo moleukesseoyo, but when I was younger, she would buck, and after I went through puberty she didn’t anymore.”
“Same,” Junhyung said, “But you gained a lot of weight really quickly; you’re only fifteen and you’re already as heavy as I am.” I had hoped the topic of weight wouldn’t come up.
“How much do you weight, Hyunseungie,” Yoseob said and I nearly kicked his leg under the table.
“48 kilograms,” I said quietly. Gikwang dropped his chopsticks, making real the dramatic clatter that was already going through everyone’s minds. I swallowed, hard.
“Myoesaliseyo?” Junhyung asked.
“Seventeen,” I said for the second time that day. The uncomfortable silence wasn’t alleviated. In fact, it was barley alleviated for the whole lunch break, until we managed to get into a conversation about our parents, and then time began to pass without me feeling freakish or uncomfortable.
The day ended quicker than I imagined. After class, I said goodbye to Yoseob and Junhyung who said they’d see me later that afternoon for riding. I began walking and then felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to my left and saw Dongwoon, meeting my pace.
“Mianhamnida, I forgot your name,” he said, smiling. He was totally fluent, so I didn’t doubt that he was Korean, but he didn’t really look it. I didn’t say anything, however.
“Hyunseung,” I said, smiling back.
“That’s right. Is Dujun picking you up?”
“Ne.”
“Then I’ll catch a ride home with you,” he said, smiling.
When we got to the parking lot, Dujun was sitting in the tray of his truck and reading a book. He looked up when Dongwoon called him.
“Annyong,” he said, closing the book and standing. He jumped out of the tray with the grace of a feline, landing like he’d just completed a flight of stairs. I would have given anything to be that fit.
“Can I hitch a ride?”
“Sure, if you sit in Seungie’s lap,” Dujun said, grinning at me. I was afraid, for a moment, that he was serious. When Dongwoon climbed in the cab, he sat between the two seats, one leg on either side of the gear-stick. I felt awkward just looking at it, but I climbed in beside him, figuring this wasn’t new to him. Before Dujun got around to the driver’s side, Dongwoon turned to me, his mouth right beside my ear.
“Did he just call you Seungie?” I made a face and nodded, noticing it as he told me. Dongwoon gave me a surprised look, but wiped it as soon as Dujun was in sight. I made a note to ask him why that was significant.
The ride back was far from quiet. Dongwoon and Dujun seemed to have a lot to talk about. It didn’t stop at horses, either. Apparently, there was a girl at school Dongwoon liked and Dujun didn’t let me go without hearing all about it, despite Dongwoon's efforts to shut him up. I knew Dujun could be a bit of a pain, so I wasn’t surprised when he picked on Dongwoon. Dongwoon took it well, though - he obviously knew his hyung rather well.
When we arrived, I wondered why we stopped at the gate - it was normally open, but this time it was shut.
“You’re on the outside,” Dongwoon said, smiling at me. I raised my eyebrows and hesitated, but I got out to open it anyway. In Seoul, a kid of his age wouldn’t ever make his hyung do something like open a gate. He wouldn’t even think about it before doing it. I was beginning to realise that it was a little different out here, however; more relaxed. I was yet to decide whether or not I liked it.
I closed the gate after the truck, and when I went to get back in, it was gone.
“Jinjja?!” I called after them as it drove towards the stable. Just then, Cheondung trotted over to me. I frowned at him. “Mueoseulyo?” He nickered, stretching his head towards me. He wasn’t close enough to touch me, so I stood still. I got an image of Dujun’s scared hip in my head and shivered. I waved a hand at Cheondung’s head and he spooked, jumping away from me. “Yah, babo,” I grumbled and began walking towards the house.
I walked in and kicked my shoes off. In my room, I took my jacket off and searched for something less... white. If I was going to go watch Yoseob and the others, I didn’t want to get a good shirt dirty. I found a brown one and dropped it on my bed. Just as I took my shirt off, I heard someone coming up the steps.
“Seung-ah?” Dujun, I thought, knowing nobody else on Jeju-do called me that.
“I’m coming,” I said, and reached for my deodorant. He opened the door. “Yah! Hyung! I said I was coming!” He grinned.
“You know, I used to stay in here when I was a kid.”
“Do you have no respect for the privacy of others?” I complained, quickly reaching for my shirt after the initial shock.
“Wow, you really are skinny.”
“Kamsa, jinjja,” I grumbled sarcastically, pulling my shirt on and shoving past him. He laughed behind me and followed me out the back door.
kkk this chapter is short; mian, mian. You finally meet the other members though yaaaaaaaayy!
I'm going to go make my lunch now so...
Komawoyo, saranghaeyo.
Lolcat.
P.S. Poor skinny Seungie... I feel so sorry for him kkk (not anymore HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THAT PICTURE!??! IT'S ON MY JOURNAL!! I WAS ON TWITTER WHEN YOSEOBIE POSTED IT KKK it was funny because he posted a photo without Seungie's head first and I was like WHO IS?!? T_T Then 2 mins later he posted it kkk.)
EDIT: I made Cheondung on Sims 3 pets kkk