Naughty or Nice? 1/?
Pairing: DooWoon
Rating: PG-13, maybe NC-17 in the future?
Summary: What is the meaning of Santa?
Type: fluff?
Another year is coming to an end, 2011 is almost here. It's Christmas Eve, and Doojoon sits alone in a corner of the room filled with nicely dressed people. It's his friend Junhyung's annual Christmas party after all; where all the couples come out and laugh and drink and arrange double, tripple, hell even quadruple dates! Doojoon can only sigh.
It's not as if he enjoys being single. He would love to find someone for himself. Things, just didn't work on his behalf. He went on dates; dates his friends set up, dates his mother set up, speed dates, online dates. They just never worked. Maybe he was ment to be forever alone.
"Oh look at Doojoon. It's the single man himself!" chirped some random man whose name Doojoon did not even care enough to know.
"Joon, leave him alone." said his friend.
"What? What am I doing? Just pointing out the obvious?" and he begans to laugh.
Doojoon rolls his eyes. "And how are you doing Mir?"
Before Mir could answer, a very serious Joon shouted, "Yo I know you must be sexually frustrated or whatever but he's taken!" Hid eyes were red. A few people around them turned around and stared at them. Doojoon's was shocked. Was this bitch drunk? he thought. But he didn't say anything. He looked around and noticed the pair or eyes and an embarrased Mir with a still angry Joon.
He smiled. "Excuse me." he said and walked over to Junhyung. "Um dude, I'm gonna head out." and he left before the latter had a chance to say anything. Rushing to the nearest bar, Doojoon drank. And drank. And drank until the bartender refused to serve him and called him a cab.
When he got home he stood there on the balcony of his quiet, lonely apartment and decided not to jump. Instead he looked up at the sky and stared at all the stars. He chuckled and started to laugh, a laugh of a maniac.
"SANTA! YOO-HOO!" he shouted. "I never told you what I want for Christmas! I WANT A BOYFRIEND! YOU HEAR ME?! Wait, no, according to that bastard I'm just a sexually frusrated whore, so you know what I want? I want a sex slave!!! There! THAT'S WHAT I WANT!"
Only if Doojoon had recorded all the screaming he was doing and heard it when he became sober, he would have realized how childish and crazy he sounds. But he didn't need to know that. Unknowgst to him, he was about to find out: be careful what you wish for.
~~~~~~
It was about 2:40 something at night and Doojoon was knocked out. Perhaps it was the liquor or maybe he was just exhausted, but he was out. Not a single sound could be heard...until of course a huge crash was made in the living room of the apartment. Doojoon jumped up; What was that?
Doojoon considered finding out what the commotion was, but the need of sleep had him thinking up excuses and drifting back to sleep. He did go back to dreamland, until heard heard a thump. He got up now, aggitated as well. Putting on his slippers he decided to go forth and see what's going on.
As he observed his living room, he saw nothing wrong. His television was still there, the couch still untouched, the small table still dusty and the fake,medium sized Christmas tree was still... well... it was there...and so was something else.
Present boxes. Boxes he did not put under there.
The only presents Doojoon bought was for his mom and friends and he dropped those off at their house. Those were definately not there. Especially that one big, red box with a huge bow on it. It did not make any sense, usually things are stolen, but this? Opposite burglary?
Heck the box looked big enough to fit... a person? Did Santa answer his prayers?
No. Not possiable... only way he could find out was by opening the box.
Doojoon ran to the box like a little kid and begin to pull apart the wrapping, just like a little kid on Christmas morning. He felt a mixture of excitement, joy, nervousness. When he got to the box, he paused but soon opened the box... only to find it empty. What the... so this was how Santa got back at Doojoon for yelling at him, by teasing him?
"I-I was s-supposed to be in that b-box..." a quiet, yet deep, voice stuttered out.
Feeling a hint of fear, Doojoon turned around slowly and looked behind the tree. He blinked as his jaws dropped. He saw a boy, half-naked anything and shivering.
"...I-I was t-too big thou-gh" whispered the blond boy. "I-I g-guess I-I'm t-too tallll.." he let out a small reassuring smile.
Doojoon was about to faint. " How. The. Hell. Did. You. Get in here?" he asked in a cold, chilly voice .
The young boy seemed confused and even a little scared. His big, brown eyes grew into that of a puppy's as he blinked at the man standing over him. "...uh..."
"Who the fuck are you?!" Doojoon snapped, only to have the blond jump. Doojoon was pissed. He had no clue what was going on. Some random kid was just sitting in the corner of his apartment, barely wearing anything. Was this a new tatic of robbing peoples' houses? Doojoon was having a fucked up night as it is and now this idiot was trying to rob him?!
He was just about to go grab his baseball bat as he saw something else; a tear in the boy's eyes.
"Why are you yelling at me?" he quietly asked. Doojoon's heart begin to melt. The look the boy had right now made him look so vulnerable. The blond continued to cry softly and whimpered. Doojoon didn't know how to react. He got robbed before but never in such an uncanny situation. He was even having an instinct of hugging the boy.
After a some thinking Doojoon asked in a calm voice, "Um, I'm...I'm sorry...uh,who are you...I mean, how did you get in here?!"
The boy sniffled. "Santa dropped me off."
Doojoon felt like he got smacked in the head. Okay this had to be a dream. Or he was still very wasted. "Santa?" he asked skeptically.
The boy nodded his head. "M-hmm. Santa. He told me I could be his helper this year. I went to all these countries with him and helped him deliver all these presents. Then we came to your apartment and he handed me your presents."
Doojoon felt....well astonished. And still skeptical. "Uhhhh...."
The blond continued, "I told him 'Santa, this box seems empty.' and then he told me 'Of course it's empty, you're supposed to be in it, silly.'" He said with an exaggerated Santa-voice.
"Oh!" his voice chirpped up, "he also told me to give you this note!" he said as he handed Doojoon a sparkley, red envelope.
Doojoon looked at it surprised and took the festive note. "Uh...thanks?" The blond smiled in returned. His smile was breathtaking, like some angel lashed out his pearly-white teeth. Doojoon was mesmerized for a second only to come back to reality. He shook his head. "Wait, so Santa just randomly dropped you off...here?"
The smile dropped from the blond's face. He pouted and nodded.
"For how long? For what? He didn't say anything else at all?"" Doojoon demanded.
The blond just looked down at the floor, shivering, "He just said this man is lonely and needs someone with him so you're gonna be with him from now on." Doojoon just stood there.
"How long?" Doojoon shouted. The blond taken, aback, seemed confused. "How, long?" Doojoon demanded once more.
The blond looked even more confused but replied, "what do you mean?"
Doojoon was irritated now. "How fuckin' long did this 'Santa Claus' say he's gonna leave you here? When is he about to pick you up?!" he spat.
The blond stared at him with big doe-eyes. "Why would he pick me up?" he asked innocently. "I'm gonna stay with you forever.
A/N: Hi. SO.....I have no clue what I was writing about. I came up with this idea for a one-shot like a week before Christmas...but then this ended up being really long. I had a plot figured out but....wow it's not short enough to be a one-shot XD
I hope this...concept is not stupid....or confusing.
So...I'll try to update soon ^_^ depending on how embarrasing good this is...or what reviews I get.
Please comment on this and I'm gonna try to figure out how livejournal works :/
Rating: PG-13, maybe NC-17 in the future?
Summary: What is the meaning of Santa?
Type: fluff?
Another year is coming to an end, 2011 is almost here. It's Christmas Eve, and Doojoon sits alone in a corner of the room filled with nicely dressed people. It's his friend Junhyung's annual Christmas party after all; where all the couples come out and laugh and drink and arrange double, tripple, hell even quadruple dates! Doojoon can only sigh.
It's not as if he enjoys being single. He would love to find someone for himself. Things, just didn't work on his behalf. He went on dates; dates his friends set up, dates his mother set up, speed dates, online dates. They just never worked. Maybe he was ment to be forever alone.
"Oh look at Doojoon. It's the single man himself!" chirped some random man whose name Doojoon did not even care enough to know.
"Joon, leave him alone." said his friend.
"What? What am I doing? Just pointing out the obvious?" and he begans to laugh.
Doojoon rolls his eyes. "And how are you doing Mir?"
Before Mir could answer, a very serious Joon shouted, "Yo I know you must be sexually frustrated or whatever but he's taken!" Hid eyes were red. A few people around them turned around and stared at them. Doojoon's was shocked. Was this bitch drunk? he thought. But he didn't say anything. He looked around and noticed the pair or eyes and an embarrased Mir with a still angry Joon.
He smiled. "Excuse me." he said and walked over to Junhyung. "Um dude, I'm gonna head out." and he left before the latter had a chance to say anything. Rushing to the nearest bar, Doojoon drank. And drank. And drank until the bartender refused to serve him and called him a cab.
When he got home he stood there on the balcony of his quiet, lonely apartment and decided not to jump. Instead he looked up at the sky and stared at all the stars. He chuckled and started to laugh, a laugh of a maniac.
"SANTA! YOO-HOO!" he shouted. "I never told you what I want for Christmas! I WANT A BOYFRIEND! YOU HEAR ME?! Wait, no, according to that bastard I'm just a sexually frusrated whore, so you know what I want? I want a sex slave!!! There! THAT'S WHAT I WANT!"
Only if Doojoon had recorded all the screaming he was doing and heard it when he became sober, he would have realized how childish and crazy he sounds. But he didn't need to know that. Unknowgst to him, he was about to find out: be careful what you wish for.
~~~~~~
It was about 2:40 something at night and Doojoon was knocked out. Perhaps it was the liquor or maybe he was just exhausted, but he was out. Not a single sound could be heard...until of course a huge crash was made in the living room of the apartment. Doojoon jumped up; What was that?
Doojoon considered finding out what the commotion was, but the need of sleep had him thinking up excuses and drifting back to sleep. He did go back to dreamland, until heard heard a thump. He got up now, aggitated as well. Putting on his slippers he decided to go forth and see what's going on.
As he observed his living room, he saw nothing wrong. His television was still there, the couch still untouched, the small table still dusty and the fake,medium sized Christmas tree was still... well... it was there...and so was something else.
Present boxes. Boxes he did not put under there.
The only presents Doojoon bought was for his mom and friends and he dropped those off at their house. Those were definately not there. Especially that one big, red box with a huge bow on it. It did not make any sense, usually things are stolen, but this? Opposite burglary?
Heck the box looked big enough to fit... a person? Did Santa answer his prayers?
No. Not possiable... only way he could find out was by opening the box.
Doojoon ran to the box like a little kid and begin to pull apart the wrapping, just like a little kid on Christmas morning. He felt a mixture of excitement, joy, nervousness. When he got to the box, he paused but soon opened the box... only to find it empty. What the... so this was how Santa got back at Doojoon for yelling at him, by teasing him?
"I-I was s-supposed to be in that b-box..." a quiet, yet deep, voice stuttered out.
Feeling a hint of fear, Doojoon turned around slowly and looked behind the tree. He blinked as his jaws dropped. He saw a boy, half-naked anything and shivering.
"...I-I was t-too big thou-gh" whispered the blond boy. "I-I g-guess I-I'm t-too tallll.." he let out a small reassuring smile.
Doojoon was about to faint. " How. The. Hell. Did. You. Get in here?" he asked in a cold, chilly voice .
The young boy seemed confused and even a little scared. His big, brown eyes grew into that of a puppy's as he blinked at the man standing over him. "...uh..."
"Who the fuck are you?!" Doojoon snapped, only to have the blond jump. Doojoon was pissed. He had no clue what was going on. Some random kid was just sitting in the corner of his apartment, barely wearing anything. Was this a new tatic of robbing peoples' houses? Doojoon was having a fucked up night as it is and now this idiot was trying to rob him?!
He was just about to go grab his baseball bat as he saw something else; a tear in the boy's eyes.
"Why are you yelling at me?" he quietly asked. Doojoon's heart begin to melt. The look the boy had right now made him look so vulnerable. The blond continued to cry softly and whimpered. Doojoon didn't know how to react. He got robbed before but never in such an uncanny situation. He was even having an instinct of hugging the boy.
After a some thinking Doojoon asked in a calm voice, "Um, I'm...I'm sorry...uh,who are you...I mean, how did you get in here?!"
The boy sniffled. "Santa dropped me off."
Doojoon felt like he got smacked in the head. Okay this had to be a dream. Or he was still very wasted. "Santa?" he asked skeptically.
The boy nodded his head. "M-hmm. Santa. He told me I could be his helper this year. I went to all these countries with him and helped him deliver all these presents. Then we came to your apartment and he handed me your presents."
Doojoon felt....well astonished. And still skeptical. "Uhhhh...."
The blond continued, "I told him 'Santa, this box seems empty.' and then he told me 'Of course it's empty, you're supposed to be in it, silly.'" He said with an exaggerated Santa-voice.
"Oh!" his voice chirpped up, "he also told me to give you this note!" he said as he handed Doojoon a sparkley, red envelope.
Doojoon looked at it surprised and took the festive note. "Uh...thanks?" The blond smiled in returned. His smile was breathtaking, like some angel lashed out his pearly-white teeth. Doojoon was mesmerized for a second only to come back to reality. He shook his head. "Wait, so Santa just randomly dropped you off...here?"
The smile dropped from the blond's face. He pouted and nodded.
"For how long? For what? He didn't say anything else at all?"" Doojoon demanded.
The blond just looked down at the floor, shivering, "He just said this man is lonely and needs someone with him so you're gonna be with him from now on." Doojoon just stood there.
"How long?" Doojoon shouted. The blond taken, aback, seemed confused. "How, long?" Doojoon demanded once more.
The blond looked even more confused but replied, "what do you mean?"
Doojoon was irritated now. "How fuckin' long did this 'Santa Claus' say he's gonna leave you here? When is he about to pick you up?!" he spat.
The blond stared at him with big doe-eyes. "Why would he pick me up?" he asked innocently. "I'm gonna stay with you forever.
A/N: Hi. SO.....I have no clue what I was writing about. I came up with this idea for a one-shot like a week before Christmas...but then this ended up being really long. I had a plot figured out but....wow it's not short enough to be a one-shot XD
I hope this...concept is not stupid....or confusing.
So...I'll try to update soon ^_^ depending on how embarrasing good this is...or what reviews I get.
Please comment on this and I'm gonna try to figure out how livejournal works :/