내 라즈베리 (My Little Raspberry)
Title; 내 라즈베리 (My Little Raspberry)
Staring; OC's, Donghae, other Suju-members in the future.
Rating; PG
Chapters; 9/?
Genre; Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.
Warnings; -
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the SJ-members. wish I did though... I own all of the character besides that though.
Light filled the streets of Mokpo. The sun warmed with its presence, making school kids laugh, play, and grown ups smile, and look forward to their lunch breaks, when they would have at least half an hour to take in fresh air and enjoy a meal. It had been a chilly night, and now it was a warm Monday morning. It could have been perfectly normal, except that it wouldn't be.
Sungyeon woke up with a start, her ragged breathing proving that she clearly was in a state of panic. Her eyes flew across the room, looking in every corner. From what she saw, nothing was out of order, she was by herself, no one there other than her.
That was what she thought until the door flew open.
“So, I threw together this marvelous breakfast for you, and I managed to get the newspaper witho-,” Donghae stopped in his tracks, a concerned look showing on his face and put down the tray in front of him on the bed, “Sungyeonnie, hey, it's just me, just me, you know me, right?” His hand searched for hers, but she quickly pulled it away. He frowned at the reaction, but figured to give it time.
“Why do I feel sick, dirty, disgusting? I showered yesterday. I don't get it,” she mumbled, staring at him. He sighed, clearly frustrated. This time she didn't move back when he scootched closer. He also took her hand and held it with both of his.
“Look here, Sungyeon, no one's leaving you alone, I am not leaving you alone. This will take time, we all know that. You're not disgusting, that is just what it feels like, and will do for a little while. Tell me when you feel like that, and I will tell you that you're not even close to dirty or disgusting, got it?”
She nodded and looked down in her lap, holding back the urge of crying like a little baby. When she looked up again, his face showed not only worry, but his eyes didn't seem to glow as much. He looked tired.
“Did you sleep at all?”
“You were actually twisting and turning a little too much. I'm surprised that you didn't wake up at all to be honest.”
“Donghae, I'm so sorry, I didn't mea-”
“Of course, why would you want to hold me up all night. I've had worse nights, trust me. But do you even recall having nightmares?” Her grip around his hand tightened when what she remembered flashed passed her closed eyes. What was still there was harmless, but the panicky feeling was the only thing that lingered.
“A little, it's not bad though. It disappeared as soon as I woke up.”
“Good,” he smiled, “that's good.”
He insisted that she would eat. She insisted that she wasn't hungry at all. He insisted that she would eat, or else she would have to force it into her. She insisted that it would be fun to see him try. It all resulted in another shower for Sungyeon, one that she gladly had, and the kimchi proved to be surprisingly difficult to get out of her hair.
Once she got out the bathroom, she caught Donghae just hanging up on his phone, with a face that she really didn't get what it meant. Bohyo was sitting on the other side of the kitchen table, her expression not hiding the worry at all. Sungah, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to everything. She was laying on the couch, half upside down, a pack of ice on her forehead. Something told Sungyeon that yesterday's trip to the pink forests proved to have consequences after all.
“Did something happen?” she asked quietly, and the moment Donghae heard her, that smile was plastered onto his face again.
“Bao bei, what could've happened while you were showering? Everything is fine.” He was lying, everything about him stuck of guilt, there was no way he was being honest.
“Honey, please calm down, he's right, everything's fine,” Bohyo cut in quickly, sounding fairly convincing. Sungyeon's nostrils must have flared from frustration. Somehow she just didn't want to find the energy for a confrontation of any kind. Donghae seemed somewhat nervous, but it was quickly replaced with his carefree natural self.
“Did you get the rice out of your ear?”
_
No one left the apartment, except for one time, when Bohyo was sick of the lack of food for the four of them. She came back 40 minutes later, a big bag in her hand, and in the other, a box with ddeokbokki enough to fill all of the stomachs. All the while they were eating the spicy rice cakes with the toothpicks, Sungah wouldn't shut up about one of Donghae's friends. Apparently that person knew a lot of English, he was actually fluent, and Sungah had found a lot of reasons to call him the perfect guy in her eyes. And, she wanted to learn English, which meant that he would be the perfect teacher.
“Sungah-yah, are you researching us on the internet?” Donghae asked and chuckled, clearly amused.
“No, I'm not researching on your name, I research on Henli-ssi, the results are quite different, so much more impressive.”
“Yah, I'm your oppa, don't talk to me like that!”
“Sometimes I research Sungmin-ssi too. Omo, unnie, have you seen? He's so handsome, beats Donghae oppa with miles.” Donghae threw a cushion in Sungah's face. Both Sungyeon and Bohyo giggled at what they were witnessing. But Sungyeon jumped when she heard the doorbell ring, something she was not prepared for at all. For a split second, no one really knew what to do. That was until Donghae decided to react, to actually open the door for whoever was standing outside. And Sungyeon was suddenly aware of her appearance, her cheek was still bruised, her lip still had a cut, and she couldn't walk properly either. They all heard muffled voices, that became louder, as if Donghae was having an argument with the stranger at the door.
“Fine, do you want to see? Just follow me, come here,” Donghae said, voice closer to the living room. Sungyeon stood up, almost ready to make an escape, but it was obvious it was too late for that.
She met eyes with the person Donghae had opened the door for, and wondered for a second how he even knew where she lived. Donghae had talked about him, a lot, too many times, it was almost as if Sungyeon knew the person, without ever have met him.
“Eunhyuk, meet Sungah-ssi, Bohyo noona, and Sungyeon-ah,” Donghae firmly said, grabbing Eunhyuk's arm to drag him further into the room. Something about how Donghae said his name made Sungyeon flinch, the sound of it. She protectively backed away, arms around her torso, and looked down to try and cover what was so obvious, but in vain. Eunhyuk stared at her, at her
battered face, with sad eyes. He obviously had no idea what to say.
“I-, I just-”
“I know you're just looking out for me, but do you get it now?” Donghae said while looking at Eunhyuk's profile. “Do you get it, Eunh-”
“Stop saying that!” Sungyeon shrieked, covering her ears abruptly and shrunk to the floor. Donghae almost jumped over the couch to aid Bohyo in trying to calm the sobbing woman down. Neither of them saw it coming. “I can't, I can't.. the name, it r-reminds me of him. I can't...”
“Sungyeonnie, what was his name? What reminds you?” Donghae said.
“E-eunj-, jae, joon, yeon, I can't remember, I can't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” she sobbed. Eunhyuk was still standing speechless, and almost felt guilty for even being there. If Donghae just had explained everything, it wouldn't be so complicated, he could have understood.
“You know what, this guy is Hyukjae, it's more personal, we can call him that. What do you say about it?” It took a while for Sungyeon to calm down, even she hadn't seen the breakdown coming, she was equally surprised. After what maybe was too long, she managed to stand up on shaky legs, and the person that now was called Hyukjae came forward to apologize.
“I'm sorry, I never meant to do something like that to Donghae's Sungyeon.”
“It wasn't you, I'm just traumatized, it's not your fault, Hyukjae. I've wanted to meet you for so long, Donghae's Hyukjae.” Hyukjae smiled, and she felt glad to finally see that gummy smile that Donghae had talked about one too many times.
Their conversation didn't go on, the doorbell interrupted it.
Staring; OC's, Donghae, other Suju-members in the future.
Rating; PG
Chapters; 9/?
Genre; Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.
Warnings; -
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the SJ-members. wish I did though... I own all of the character besides that though.
Light filled the streets of Mokpo. The sun warmed with its presence, making school kids laugh, play, and grown ups smile, and look forward to their lunch breaks, when they would have at least half an hour to take in fresh air and enjoy a meal. It had been a chilly night, and now it was a warm Monday morning. It could have been perfectly normal, except that it wouldn't be.
Sungyeon woke up with a start, her ragged breathing proving that she clearly was in a state of panic. Her eyes flew across the room, looking in every corner. From what she saw, nothing was out of order, she was by herself, no one there other than her.
That was what she thought until the door flew open.
“So, I threw together this marvelous breakfast for you, and I managed to get the newspaper witho-,” Donghae stopped in his tracks, a concerned look showing on his face and put down the tray in front of him on the bed, “Sungyeonnie, hey, it's just me, just me, you know me, right?” His hand searched for hers, but she quickly pulled it away. He frowned at the reaction, but figured to give it time.
“Why do I feel sick, dirty, disgusting? I showered yesterday. I don't get it,” she mumbled, staring at him. He sighed, clearly frustrated. This time she didn't move back when he scootched closer. He also took her hand and held it with both of his.
“Look here, Sungyeon, no one's leaving you alone, I am not leaving you alone. This will take time, we all know that. You're not disgusting, that is just what it feels like, and will do for a little while. Tell me when you feel like that, and I will tell you that you're not even close to dirty or disgusting, got it?”
She nodded and looked down in her lap, holding back the urge of crying like a little baby. When she looked up again, his face showed not only worry, but his eyes didn't seem to glow as much. He looked tired.
“Did you sleep at all?”
“You were actually twisting and turning a little too much. I'm surprised that you didn't wake up at all to be honest.”
“Donghae, I'm so sorry, I didn't mea-”
“Of course, why would you want to hold me up all night. I've had worse nights, trust me. But do you even recall having nightmares?” Her grip around his hand tightened when what she remembered flashed passed her closed eyes. What was still there was harmless, but the panicky feeling was the only thing that lingered.
“A little, it's not bad though. It disappeared as soon as I woke up.”
“Good,” he smiled, “that's good.”
He insisted that she would eat. She insisted that she wasn't hungry at all. He insisted that she would eat, or else she would have to force it into her. She insisted that it would be fun to see him try. It all resulted in another shower for Sungyeon, one that she gladly had, and the kimchi proved to be surprisingly difficult to get out of her hair.
Once she got out the bathroom, she caught Donghae just hanging up on his phone, with a face that she really didn't get what it meant. Bohyo was sitting on the other side of the kitchen table, her expression not hiding the worry at all. Sungah, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to everything. She was laying on the couch, half upside down, a pack of ice on her forehead. Something told Sungyeon that yesterday's trip to the pink forests proved to have consequences after all.
“Did something happen?” she asked quietly, and the moment Donghae heard her, that smile was plastered onto his face again.
“Bao bei, what could've happened while you were showering? Everything is fine.” He was lying, everything about him stuck of guilt, there was no way he was being honest.
“Honey, please calm down, he's right, everything's fine,” Bohyo cut in quickly, sounding fairly convincing. Sungyeon's nostrils must have flared from frustration. Somehow she just didn't want to find the energy for a confrontation of any kind. Donghae seemed somewhat nervous, but it was quickly replaced with his carefree natural self.
“Did you get the rice out of your ear?”
_
No one left the apartment, except for one time, when Bohyo was sick of the lack of food for the four of them. She came back 40 minutes later, a big bag in her hand, and in the other, a box with ddeokbokki enough to fill all of the stomachs. All the while they were eating the spicy rice cakes with the toothpicks, Sungah wouldn't shut up about one of Donghae's friends. Apparently that person knew a lot of English, he was actually fluent, and Sungah had found a lot of reasons to call him the perfect guy in her eyes. And, she wanted to learn English, which meant that he would be the perfect teacher.
“Sungah-yah, are you researching us on the internet?” Donghae asked and chuckled, clearly amused.
“No, I'm not researching on your name, I research on Henli-ssi, the results are quite different, so much more impressive.”
“Yah, I'm your oppa, don't talk to me like that!”
“Sometimes I research Sungmin-ssi too. Omo, unnie, have you seen? He's so handsome, beats Donghae oppa with miles.” Donghae threw a cushion in Sungah's face. Both Sungyeon and Bohyo giggled at what they were witnessing. But Sungyeon jumped when she heard the doorbell ring, something she was not prepared for at all. For a split second, no one really knew what to do. That was until Donghae decided to react, to actually open the door for whoever was standing outside. And Sungyeon was suddenly aware of her appearance, her cheek was still bruised, her lip still had a cut, and she couldn't walk properly either. They all heard muffled voices, that became louder, as if Donghae was having an argument with the stranger at the door.
“Fine, do you want to see? Just follow me, come here,” Donghae said, voice closer to the living room. Sungyeon stood up, almost ready to make an escape, but it was obvious it was too late for that.
She met eyes with the person Donghae had opened the door for, and wondered for a second how he even knew where she lived. Donghae had talked about him, a lot, too many times, it was almost as if Sungyeon knew the person, without ever have met him.
“Eunhyuk, meet Sungah-ssi, Bohyo noona, and Sungyeon-ah,” Donghae firmly said, grabbing Eunhyuk's arm to drag him further into the room. Something about how Donghae said his name made Sungyeon flinch, the sound of it. She protectively backed away, arms around her torso, and looked down to try and cover what was so obvious, but in vain. Eunhyuk stared at her, at her
battered face, with sad eyes. He obviously had no idea what to say.
“I-, I just-”
“I know you're just looking out for me, but do you get it now?” Donghae said while looking at Eunhyuk's profile. “Do you get it, Eunh-”
“Stop saying that!” Sungyeon shrieked, covering her ears abruptly and shrunk to the floor. Donghae almost jumped over the couch to aid Bohyo in trying to calm the sobbing woman down. Neither of them saw it coming. “I can't, I can't.. the name, it r-reminds me of him. I can't...”
“Sungyeonnie, what was his name? What reminds you?” Donghae said.
“E-eunj-, jae, joon, yeon, I can't remember, I can't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” she sobbed. Eunhyuk was still standing speechless, and almost felt guilty for even being there. If Donghae just had explained everything, it wouldn't be so complicated, he could have understood.
“You know what, this guy is Hyukjae, it's more personal, we can call him that. What do you say about it?” It took a while for Sungyeon to calm down, even she hadn't seen the breakdown coming, she was equally surprised. After what maybe was too long, she managed to stand up on shaky legs, and the person that now was called Hyukjae came forward to apologize.
“I'm sorry, I never meant to do something like that to Donghae's Sungyeon.”
“It wasn't you, I'm just traumatized, it's not your fault, Hyukjae. I've wanted to meet you for so long, Donghae's Hyukjae.” Hyukjae smiled, and she felt glad to finally see that gummy smile that Donghae had talked about one too many times.
Their conversation didn't go on, the doorbell interrupted it.