Seoul Boy (11)
Title: Seoul Boy
Author: Lolcat/Syn2554
Pairing: Duseung, some Junseob
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 (click for later chapter links)
Author's Notes: Okay, pretty much bang on time today (30 mins give or take) Hope you llliiieeeekkk. (stupid linux, so much is meant to be in italics grrrr)
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
Chapter 5 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1378856.html
Chapter 6 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1380693.html
Chapter 7 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1381692.html
Chapter 8 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1383653.html
Chapter 9 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1386109.html
Chapter 10 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1387606.html
I put a shirt on before heading down into the kitchen to clean up for dinner. Dujun and Jinri were just coming in from outside.
“Dammit, now I’m the one that stinks,” Dujun said, noticing my damp hair. I grinned. I made sure to act like I hadn’t heard a thing from their private conversation.
“Ne, you really do,” Jinri said, wrinkling her nose as she walked past him into the kitchen.
“Well, I guess I’ll just go then.”
“Annyong!” I said, looking up from the cutting board.
“I think he was being sarcastic,” Jinri said. I knew that, and I laughed at his scowl from the living room. “Do you want to stay for dinner, Dujun?” she asked.
“Aniyo, I’ll be fine. I have a horse to preg-test in about forty minutes, so I should be going.”
“Aren’t vets meant to do that?” I asked, almost chopping my fingers off because I wasn’t looking at the leek.
“Careful,” Jinri warned.
“Unless you know someone as fantastically talented and constantly underpaid as I, ne.” I smiled, watching my knife carefully.
“All right then. I’ll see you later then,” said Jinri.
“Annyong!” I said again.
“Eager to get rid of me, aren’t you?” Dujun said, a smile in his voice.
“You’re stinking up my living room, you tramp,” I joked and glanced at him.
“Oh, fine,” he said and went towards the door. “Have a good night, guys.”
“You too sweetie,” Jinri said, “and kamsa again.”
“No problem,” Dujun answered as he walked out. I heard his ‘annyong’ as he closed the door.
There were a few minutes of silence as we prepared the meal. I stood over the cooking stew, stirring occasionally, when Jinri spoke.
“Hyunseung-ah,” she said and I ‘hmm’ed in response. “Would you like to go stay with your hyung for the long weekend?” I was expecting this question in… like… a week, not now. It was Thursday, which meant going over tomorrow night. I made sure not to let my surprise or disappointment into my features.
“Sure. Waeyo?”
“Oh, I have someone visiting - someone special I would love to be alone with for a little while.” I smiled.
“I see.”
“Club will still be held on Sunday, so I’ll see you then.”
“That’s fine.” I checked the rice, trying not to be frustrated.
“Kamsa, Hyunseung - you’re a sweetheart.”
“You took me in without asking a question, Jinri gomo - the least I can do is get out of your hair every now and then.” With that she hugged me. I grinned. Hopefully, Dujun would get sick of me and leave me at Dongwoon or one of the other guys’ houses. Either way, I was sure it would be fine.
I walked into the school grounds on Friday with a certain cloud over me - a cloud that didn’t even lift when I sat down with my gang at lunch.
“What’s crawled up your arse and died?” Yoseob asked, nudging me with his foot. I glanced at him - confused, amused and surprised by his selection of words - and sighed.
“I have to spend the weekend with Dujun.” They all stopped eating and looked at me. When I noticed, I narrowed my eyes at them.
“Mueoseulyo?”
“How is that in any way an excuse to be upset?” Gikwang asked. I raised one side of my brow at him.
“He’s the coolest guy ever,” Dongwoon said, obviously agreeing with Gikwang.
“What are you guys talking about?” I asked, sitting up and putting my chopsticks down. “He’s a pain in my arse. All he does is patronise me and make stupid jokes. Seriously, you guys… you think he’s cool?” They all stared at me blankly, if not a little surprised.
“You only hate him because he treats you like his bitch,” Junhyung said. My jaw dropped and I stared at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You know what I mean - the nicknames, riding Beast - it’s total favouritism.” Dongwoon laughed a little.
“I don’t hate him, he’s just annoying. And I don’t know why he seems to like me so much. Are you guys like… jealous?” Dongwoon laughed out loud then and Gikwang joined him.
“If I liked the idea of him calling me Seobie, Yoseob-ah, Seob-ah, maybe I would be,” Yoseob mocked in Dujun’s voice. I raised my brow at him, smiling. Junhyung giggled. Suddenly, they were all mocking Dujun.
“Dongwoonie.”
“Giki-ah.”
“Junnie-ah.”
“Yoseob-ah.”
“Gik-waa.”
“Wooniee.”
“Junhyungieee.”
I couldn’t help but laugh along. What idiots.
“Aish, babos,” I said, shaking my head.
“Seung-ah!” They all said at the same time. I asked for that. I pulled the hood up on my hoodie to hide my colouring cheeks. We realised everyone in the cafeteria was staring at us and suddenly it was even funnier.
Once we calmed down, we finished eating.
“Keep us updated on what you guys get up to,” Dongwoon said, tapping his mobile phone.
“Sure. It probably won’t be much. Apparently he has a small house and Beast lives at Jinri’s farm, so… I don’t know what we might do. It’ll probably be totally boring.”
“You could come hang out with us tomorrow - we could go to the city or something.”
“I have no money - who wants to buy my train ticket?” Gikwang said, raising both hands.
“You had to ask that before we even decided on the plan, didn’t you?” Junhyung asked. He nodded, grinning in his terribly adorable way while his eyes turned to pleasant cresents.
“Maybe. I guess - Dujun would be fine with it - he works for most of the day, doesn’t he?”
Junhyung nodded. “He’s coming to my house tomorrow to fix a fence near the dam. I think he’s pretty busy on weekends.”
“Okay - I’ll come out with you guys. Text me when.”
After my last class, I walked solemnly to Dujun’s truck. I didn’t want to spend the night in a tiny house doing anything but listening to music alone, which is what I normally did. When I got into his truck, I sighed and brushed my fringe back over my head.
“It’s warming up, isn’t it?” he said, noticing the light sheen of sweat on my forehead.
“Ne,” I said, blowing air up onto my face.
“So, what do you want for dinner?” I twisted my lips.
“I don’t really mind. Anything, I guess.”
“You know, I took you for the fussy type.”
“Do you always say exactly what comes to mind?” He laughed then, not taking his eyes off the road. I shook my head and shrunk further into the seat.
“I thought you’d know me well enough to have figured that out by now.”I sighed. There was a long silence. I noticed him glance at me in my peripheral vision. “You don’t want to stay with me, do you?” I swallowed, hating that I was being like this, since it meant he knew I wasn’t happy going to his place.
“Moleukesseoyo… Not really.” I saw his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed. I didn’t like admitting that, because I knew it hurt him.
“Why did you agree?” His voice was different. Barely, but it was.
“Jinri wanted some time alone. I owe it to her.” I looked at him and he looked out the other window. I knew I’d hurt him and I felt awful. I wished I’d lied. There was another long silence, though it probably seemed longer than it was, due to my agony for hurting him.
I gave in - the silence was too much.
“Mianhamnida,” I almost whispered. He looked at me then and I looked back, my head still down and my hair almost over my eyes. It felt like forever while he gave me a look I couldn’t decipher, but it can’t have been more than a couple of seconds, because he looked back at the road afterwards.
“You don’t have to speak formally to me,” he said quietly, that same look on his face as he slowed the car and turned a corner. I was so confused. It was almost a sad look, but also curious - confused, but… something else. Relieved?
“We’re here,” he said, stopping the car. I sat up. Jinri was right - the house was small, but it was… cute. It looked homey. It was also absolutely surrounded by trees and plants to the point where you would easily miss his driveway from the road. He unlocked the door while I grabbed my bag from the truck.
Inside, after slipping my shoes off, I followed him into his living room. There was a couch and a table and that was pretty much all there was room for. I smiled at the warmth of the place - it seemed like somewhere I would like to live.
“I love your place,” I said, looking at a painting of a field with some cattle in it.
“Ah, Jinjja?” he said, looking up from his glass of water.
“Ne… it’s so cosy.” He shrugged.
“More like tiny. Do you want a drink?”
“Aniyo kwaenchanayo,” I said, shaking my head.
“You can put your stuff down anywhere. Where do you want to sleep? On the couch? I don’t know what kids do these days…” I laughed.
“The couch is fine,” I said and put my bag down on it.
“It’s kind of small… Mianhae,” he chuckled.
“I’m kind of small so…” He laughed harder then, but stopped himself.
“You’re not that small.” I actually liked hearing that, and I smiled. I wondered if I should thank him. “I’m going to make a start on dinner - I don’t normally cook for two so I don’t know if there’ll be enough or too much or whatever.”
“Do you want a hand?”
“If you like. Two would be more useful… I don’t know how much help you’d be with just one.”
“Oh ha ha.”
“Do you like chicken?”
“Do you know a Korean that doesn't?”
“I’m not sure; there’s this one stubborn bastard that won’t give me a straight answer.” I giggled then, rinsing a chopping board. “Do you like kimchi?”
“Ne.”
“Easy.”
We spent the next hour preparing a meal that I hoped would be good, because I was tired and hungry and I chopped a hell of a lot of vegetables for two people. Over dinner, I learnt about how he met Jinri and how his single mother worked evenings, so he stayed with Gomo. He got into the habit of calling her that then when he was only ten. He had grown up with the horses and her and when he spoke about her, I realised they were just like family.
He knew so much more about her than I did - I felt suddenly guilty for not making more of an effort to get to know her. She seemed so much cooler than I thought. I also really enjoyed seeing Dujun reminisce like he did. He seemed so pensive when he thought about his childhood with her. They must have become really close.
“So what do you plan to do tomorrow?” I didn’t want to tell him I was going to the city with the boys… he might realise I was trying to avoid him. Now that I was here, I didn’t really want to, but I’d made a commitment. Plus, I needed some new clothes.
“Well, I was hoping I could go to the city with the guys to get some new clothes,” I said, wishing I didn’t feel obliged to look him in the eyes.
“Good idea - then you can stop wearing your hoodies without shirts underneath.” My eyes widened.
“How do you know I don’t wear shirts?”
“They’re too short; every time you lift your arms or bed over or sit down, I see your belly or your back.” I suddenly blushed.
“Add hoodies to list,” I said to myself.
“You’re just growing - I went through a stage where I refused to acknowledge the fact that my pants were too small. Your gomo would not leave me alone about pulling my pants up to hide my crack.” I burst into laughter, glad there was no food in my mouth. “Except it always embarrassed me because I didn’t wear expensive underwear like you do.” My laughter stopped and my blush darkened.
“I’d rather not know all of this!” I said, covering my ears.
“Too bad - I always speak my mind, remember?”
kkkk alone tiem. This is just the beginning :D
Komawoyo, saranghaeyo.
Lolcat.
Author: Lolcat/Syn2554
Pairing: Duseung, some Junseob
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 (click for later chapter links)
Author's Notes: Okay, pretty much bang on time today (30 mins give or take) Hope you llliiieeeekkk. (stupid linux, so much is meant to be in italics grrrr)
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
Chapter 5 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1378856.html
Chapter 6 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1380693.html
Chapter 7 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1381692.html
Chapter 8 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1383653.html
Chapter 9 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1386109.html
Chapter 10 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1387606.html
I put a shirt on before heading down into the kitchen to clean up for dinner. Dujun and Jinri were just coming in from outside.
“Dammit, now I’m the one that stinks,” Dujun said, noticing my damp hair. I grinned. I made sure to act like I hadn’t heard a thing from their private conversation.
“Ne, you really do,” Jinri said, wrinkling her nose as she walked past him into the kitchen.
“Well, I guess I’ll just go then.”
“Annyong!” I said, looking up from the cutting board.
“I think he was being sarcastic,” Jinri said. I knew that, and I laughed at his scowl from the living room. “Do you want to stay for dinner, Dujun?” she asked.
“Aniyo, I’ll be fine. I have a horse to preg-test in about forty minutes, so I should be going.”
“Aren’t vets meant to do that?” I asked, almost chopping my fingers off because I wasn’t looking at the leek.
“Careful,” Jinri warned.
“Unless you know someone as fantastically talented and constantly underpaid as I, ne.” I smiled, watching my knife carefully.
“All right then. I’ll see you later then,” said Jinri.
“Annyong!” I said again.
“Eager to get rid of me, aren’t you?” Dujun said, a smile in his voice.
“You’re stinking up my living room, you tramp,” I joked and glanced at him.
“Oh, fine,” he said and went towards the door. “Have a good night, guys.”
“You too sweetie,” Jinri said, “and kamsa again.”
“No problem,” Dujun answered as he walked out. I heard his ‘annyong’ as he closed the door.
There were a few minutes of silence as we prepared the meal. I stood over the cooking stew, stirring occasionally, when Jinri spoke.
“Hyunseung-ah,” she said and I ‘hmm’ed in response. “Would you like to go stay with your hyung for the long weekend?” I was expecting this question in… like… a week, not now. It was Thursday, which meant going over tomorrow night. I made sure not to let my surprise or disappointment into my features.
“Sure. Waeyo?”
“Oh, I have someone visiting - someone special I would love to be alone with for a little while.” I smiled.
“I see.”
“Club will still be held on Sunday, so I’ll see you then.”
“That’s fine.” I checked the rice, trying not to be frustrated.
“Kamsa, Hyunseung - you’re a sweetheart.”
“You took me in without asking a question, Jinri gomo - the least I can do is get out of your hair every now and then.” With that she hugged me. I grinned. Hopefully, Dujun would get sick of me and leave me at Dongwoon or one of the other guys’ houses. Either way, I was sure it would be fine.
I walked into the school grounds on Friday with a certain cloud over me - a cloud that didn’t even lift when I sat down with my gang at lunch.
“What’s crawled up your arse and died?” Yoseob asked, nudging me with his foot. I glanced at him - confused, amused and surprised by his selection of words - and sighed.
“I have to spend the weekend with Dujun.” They all stopped eating and looked at me. When I noticed, I narrowed my eyes at them.
“Mueoseulyo?”
“How is that in any way an excuse to be upset?” Gikwang asked. I raised one side of my brow at him.
“He’s the coolest guy ever,” Dongwoon said, obviously agreeing with Gikwang.
“What are you guys talking about?” I asked, sitting up and putting my chopsticks down. “He’s a pain in my arse. All he does is patronise me and make stupid jokes. Seriously, you guys… you think he’s cool?” They all stared at me blankly, if not a little surprised.
“You only hate him because he treats you like his bitch,” Junhyung said. My jaw dropped and I stared at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You know what I mean - the nicknames, riding Beast - it’s total favouritism.” Dongwoon laughed a little.
“I don’t hate him, he’s just annoying. And I don’t know why he seems to like me so much. Are you guys like… jealous?” Dongwoon laughed out loud then and Gikwang joined him.
“If I liked the idea of him calling me Seobie, Yoseob-ah, Seob-ah, maybe I would be,” Yoseob mocked in Dujun’s voice. I raised my brow at him, smiling. Junhyung giggled. Suddenly, they were all mocking Dujun.
“Dongwoonie.”
“Giki-ah.”
“Junnie-ah.”
“Yoseob-ah.”
“Gik-waa.”
“Wooniee.”
“Junhyungieee.”
I couldn’t help but laugh along. What idiots.
“Aish, babos,” I said, shaking my head.
“Seung-ah!” They all said at the same time. I asked for that. I pulled the hood up on my hoodie to hide my colouring cheeks. We realised everyone in the cafeteria was staring at us and suddenly it was even funnier.
Once we calmed down, we finished eating.
“Keep us updated on what you guys get up to,” Dongwoon said, tapping his mobile phone.
“Sure. It probably won’t be much. Apparently he has a small house and Beast lives at Jinri’s farm, so… I don’t know what we might do. It’ll probably be totally boring.”
“You could come hang out with us tomorrow - we could go to the city or something.”
“I have no money - who wants to buy my train ticket?” Gikwang said, raising both hands.
“You had to ask that before we even decided on the plan, didn’t you?” Junhyung asked. He nodded, grinning in his terribly adorable way while his eyes turned to pleasant cresents.
“Maybe. I guess - Dujun would be fine with it - he works for most of the day, doesn’t he?”
Junhyung nodded. “He’s coming to my house tomorrow to fix a fence near the dam. I think he’s pretty busy on weekends.”
“Okay - I’ll come out with you guys. Text me when.”
After my last class, I walked solemnly to Dujun’s truck. I didn’t want to spend the night in a tiny house doing anything but listening to music alone, which is what I normally did. When I got into his truck, I sighed and brushed my fringe back over my head.
“It’s warming up, isn’t it?” he said, noticing the light sheen of sweat on my forehead.
“Ne,” I said, blowing air up onto my face.
“So, what do you want for dinner?” I twisted my lips.
“I don’t really mind. Anything, I guess.”
“You know, I took you for the fussy type.”
“Do you always say exactly what comes to mind?” He laughed then, not taking his eyes off the road. I shook my head and shrunk further into the seat.
“I thought you’d know me well enough to have figured that out by now.”I sighed. There was a long silence. I noticed him glance at me in my peripheral vision. “You don’t want to stay with me, do you?” I swallowed, hating that I was being like this, since it meant he knew I wasn’t happy going to his place.
“Moleukesseoyo… Not really.” I saw his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed. I didn’t like admitting that, because I knew it hurt him.
“Why did you agree?” His voice was different. Barely, but it was.
“Jinri wanted some time alone. I owe it to her.” I looked at him and he looked out the other window. I knew I’d hurt him and I felt awful. I wished I’d lied. There was another long silence, though it probably seemed longer than it was, due to my agony for hurting him.
I gave in - the silence was too much.
“Mianhamnida,” I almost whispered. He looked at me then and I looked back, my head still down and my hair almost over my eyes. It felt like forever while he gave me a look I couldn’t decipher, but it can’t have been more than a couple of seconds, because he looked back at the road afterwards.
“You don’t have to speak formally to me,” he said quietly, that same look on his face as he slowed the car and turned a corner. I was so confused. It was almost a sad look, but also curious - confused, but… something else. Relieved?
“We’re here,” he said, stopping the car. I sat up. Jinri was right - the house was small, but it was… cute. It looked homey. It was also absolutely surrounded by trees and plants to the point where you would easily miss his driveway from the road. He unlocked the door while I grabbed my bag from the truck.
Inside, after slipping my shoes off, I followed him into his living room. There was a couch and a table and that was pretty much all there was room for. I smiled at the warmth of the place - it seemed like somewhere I would like to live.
“I love your place,” I said, looking at a painting of a field with some cattle in it.
“Ah, Jinjja?” he said, looking up from his glass of water.
“Ne… it’s so cosy.” He shrugged.
“More like tiny. Do you want a drink?”
“Aniyo kwaenchanayo,” I said, shaking my head.
“You can put your stuff down anywhere. Where do you want to sleep? On the couch? I don’t know what kids do these days…” I laughed.
“The couch is fine,” I said and put my bag down on it.
“It’s kind of small… Mianhae,” he chuckled.
“I’m kind of small so…” He laughed harder then, but stopped himself.
“You’re not that small.” I actually liked hearing that, and I smiled. I wondered if I should thank him. “I’m going to make a start on dinner - I don’t normally cook for two so I don’t know if there’ll be enough or too much or whatever.”
“Do you want a hand?”
“If you like. Two would be more useful… I don’t know how much help you’d be with just one.”
“Oh ha ha.”
“Do you like chicken?”
“Do you know a Korean that doesn't?”
“I’m not sure; there’s this one stubborn bastard that won’t give me a straight answer.” I giggled then, rinsing a chopping board. “Do you like kimchi?”
“Ne.”
“Easy.”
We spent the next hour preparing a meal that I hoped would be good, because I was tired and hungry and I chopped a hell of a lot of vegetables for two people. Over dinner, I learnt about how he met Jinri and how his single mother worked evenings, so he stayed with Gomo. He got into the habit of calling her that then when he was only ten. He had grown up with the horses and her and when he spoke about her, I realised they were just like family.
He knew so much more about her than I did - I felt suddenly guilty for not making more of an effort to get to know her. She seemed so much cooler than I thought. I also really enjoyed seeing Dujun reminisce like he did. He seemed so pensive when he thought about his childhood with her. They must have become really close.
“So what do you plan to do tomorrow?” I didn’t want to tell him I was going to the city with the boys… he might realise I was trying to avoid him. Now that I was here, I didn’t really want to, but I’d made a commitment. Plus, I needed some new clothes.
“Well, I was hoping I could go to the city with the guys to get some new clothes,” I said, wishing I didn’t feel obliged to look him in the eyes.
“Good idea - then you can stop wearing your hoodies without shirts underneath.” My eyes widened.
“How do you know I don’t wear shirts?”
“They’re too short; every time you lift your arms or bed over or sit down, I see your belly or your back.” I suddenly blushed.
“Add hoodies to list,” I said to myself.
“You’re just growing - I went through a stage where I refused to acknowledge the fact that my pants were too small. Your gomo would not leave me alone about pulling my pants up to hide my crack.” I burst into laughter, glad there was no food in my mouth. “Except it always embarrassed me because I didn’t wear expensive underwear like you do.” My laughter stopped and my blush darkened.
“I’d rather not know all of this!” I said, covering my ears.
“Too bad - I always speak my mind, remember?”
kkkk alone tiem. This is just the beginning :D
Komawoyo, saranghaeyo.
Lolcat.