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Title: I Scream, You Scream (I Scoop, You Scoop).
Pairing: Hyungjun/Jungmin (friendship).
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Mild cursing.
Notes: Happy Holidays, y0naki_x3! I’m so sorry this is late and I know it probably isn’t what you had in mind, but I enjoyed your tumblr prompts and I really hope you enjoy this slice of life fic. :)
Summary: Hyungjun opens an ice cream shop. Jungmin drops by on opening day.
Life is short... so kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly, and forgive quickly.”
Five years after SS501 leaves DSP Media, Hyungjun opens an ice cream shop.
Unsurprisingly, his first visitor is Jungmin, who comes bearing nothing apart from his usual shit-eating smirk.
“Yah, Park Jungmin! Don’t you know it’s good manners to bring a gift when someone is opening up shop for the first time?” As he comes out from the back, wiping sticky hands on his new Piro Piro apron, Hyungjun can’t help but notice that there is a wet spot on his floor. Even if it’s just water, that could be dangerous.
“Kibum-ah,” he calls, impatient. The short hand on the wall clock is nearing eight. “Bring me a towel from the back.”
When he looks up, Jungmin is frowning, giving him that crinkly brow which means a lecture is forthcoming.
“What,” he whines. He hates when Jungmin pulls the “hyung” card. They were exactly four months apart--wait a second. Was last Saturday the third--?
“We’ve known each other for over a decade, and this was the first year you forgot my birthday,” Jungmin pronounces, loudly. “I waited, you know, for you to drop by this weekend. Or call. Or text, even. Misoo noona told me to get some rest for my performance, but I waited up for you instead. And you never came.”
In his peripheral vision, Hyungjun spots a line forming outside the shop. To interrupt Jungmin now, though, when he is the rightful victim in this scenario, would be a cardinal sin in the eyes of His Idolness. He would never hear the end of it.
Where was his useless brother? Couldn’t he at least open the door for their potential customers? Before he can call out to Kibum again, Jungmin resumes his speech.
“I thought, okay. I’m an understanding kind of guy. Maybe you came down with severe appendicitis. Maybe Kibum broke up with that Japanese girl he’s been seeing--long distance relationships are hard, you know? Maybe you were throwing me a surprise party. But I knew that couldn’t be true, because Hyunjoong would’ve spoiled the surprise.”
Jungmin pauses to take a deep breath. “So I asked around, and I heard about your latest business venture. You abandoned me for ice cream.”
Hyungjun sighs. The others never had to deal with Jungmin when he was like this. Hyunjoong was too mean, Youngsaeng was too apathetic, Kyujong was too kind. Those bastards.
Before he can muster up the energy to talk Jungmin down from his self-constructed frenzy, Kibum interrupts. Or to be more specific, he throws up. On the floor. Which is now definitely no longer clean.
----
Jungmin gasps. “Don’t tell me Kibum has severe appendicitis.”
Kibum is too busy puking his guts out on the hardwood floor below them to answer, so Hyungjun rolls his eyes and replies. “No, he’s fine, the idiot just sampled too much of our ice cream last night.”
“Taste testing, hyung,” snaps Kibum hoarsely. “I sacrificed myself for you. So your sensitive stomach wouldn’t be upset like mine is now.”
Hyungjun grabs the mop from the outside utility closet and shoves it under his brother’s nose, smiling in satisfaction when Kibum grimaces in distaste. “It’s not enough that I have to deal with one melodramatic fool on a regular basis for work. I have to be related to you.”
“Yah,” says Jungmin, poking Hyungjun in the ribs none too gently. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you’re talking about one of the others. Because if it’s me, and you’re already treading a thin line here, I will hurt you.”
“Go ahead, forget that your brother is suffering down here, continue flirting while I occupy myself regurgitating every last nutrient in my body.” Kibum has the unique ability to snark in any given situation--if he weren’t his baby brother, Hyungjun would’ve stopped rooming with him ages ago.
Jungmin scoffs. “First of all, you’re not my brother, doofus. Second, you’ve taken a basic health class before, right? That’s not exactly how the human body works.”
Hyungjun clears his throat, adjusting the butterfly clip in his hair so that his bangs stay out of his face. Leave it to Jungmin and Kibum to make him the only adult in the room by default.
“Alright,” he orders. “Enough talk. Kibum, get yourself cleaned up, then take some stomach medicine and lie down on the sofa. Jungmin, go choose an apron from the ones hanging by the fridge. I’m going to finish mopping up here and open the door to our first customers.”
“Ooh, looks who’s acting like the big bad hyung now.”
“What makes you think we’re going to listen to you, huh.”
Their simultaneous replies have Kibum and Jungmin exchanging looks and laughing like two drunken hyenas.
Hyungjun puts the mop away and heads to the door. Things aren’t going to get any better with those two behind him, so he may as well make the best out of the situation.
----
Twenty minutes later, Jungmin joins him at the counter, wearing a strawberry patterned apron with the strings tied neatly in a bow.
“How do I look?” he asks, preening and batting his eyelashes at the two girls in front, who promptly giggle and clutch at each other’s hands.
Hyungjun shoves an ice cream scoop in his direction, shooting the girls his most endearing eye smile as he does. “Take their orders, I have to go get another tin of pistachio.”
Jungmin huffs. “You forgot my birthday and now you treat me like your servant. Kim Hyungjun, you will pay for this. I hate you.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’ve heard it all before. Hurry up! Time is of the essence when it comes to customer service.” Hyungjun swats at Jungmin’s backside with his dishtowel as he leaves.
When Hyungjun returns to the counter, the same girls are still standing on the other side. One has an overflowing cup of red bean--he’ll have to talk to Jungmin about appropriate portion sizes and the concept of making a profit--and the other is talking animatedly, gesturing at the orange sherbet. Jungmin’s face is uncomprehending.
“Is this the flavor you’d like?” he questions, elbowing Jungmin to the side, getting his toes crushed a few seconds later for his trouble.
The girl nods enthusiastically. “I love orange sherbet! It’s been my favorite flavor since I was a little kid. Could I please have a cone?” He generously doles out a few scoops of ice cream into a waffle cone--just the right amount, though, he and Kibum are old hands in business now--and slides it over with a napkin.
Once the two girls pay and leave, Jungmin shakes his head, turning to face Hyungjun. “She acted all normal in front of you, but she told me before that she wanted a large cone of sexy charisma! I said she could have me any way she liked, after she chose a real ice cream flavor, and she insisted that sexy charisma was the one she wanted. I can’t help that I’m irresistible, but how can anyone ask for a serving of me with a straight face and then pretend it was orange sherbet all along?”
As Hyungjun starts to laugh, he only earns himself more abuse. Jungmin is quick to slap him on the shoulder and declare his indignation--by this time, however, Hyungjun has managed to grab a copy of the menu to defend himself.
“You think a laminated piece of paper is going to prevent me from kicking your ass right now?”
“No, idiot, read it. You know how there are words on the paper that tell you what flavors we serve? Take a look.”
The menu is snatched from his hands. “Almond, butterscotch, pistachio, lychee, mixed berry, green tea, red bean, dulce de leche, vanilla, mango, coconut, lemon meringue... sexy charisma? What the hell.”
Hyungjun beams. “The tins are labeled, too. I named orange sherbet after you because it’s your favorite.”
“Of all my nicknames, you had to choose sexy charisma? You moron. And what about the other members?” Jungmin gazes at him curiously. “I bet Hyunjoong wants a leader flavor named after him.”
He shrugs. “You’re different, I guess. Besides, they can be toppings. Once we expand our brand. Consider this your belated birthday gift.”
“Cheap bastard. Why couldn’t you get me that Marc Jacobs bag I wanted instead? Or even take me out to dinner.” Jungmin pounds his fist on the counter, but Hyungjun can detect the beginnings of a smile forming around the edges of his mouth.
Every good maknae knows the opportune moment to take advantage of his members’ weaknesses. Hyungjun gives his best aegyo expression. “Bags have a limited lifespan. Ice cream flavors last forever. Like our friendship.”
Jungmin slings an arm around his shoulders. “Nice try, but you still owe me big. Take me out to dinner tonight, buy me some cologne tomorrow, and send over a tub of sexy charisma. I think I know just what to do with it.”
Hyungjun tries not to let his thoughts show on his face, but it’s clear that Jungmin picks up on them when he reaches over and clips the back of his head. It’s been a while since he trimmed his nails.
“I’m going to make popsicles, dumbass. Orange sherbet popsicles are the best...Not that kind of popsicle!”
As Jungmin prattles on, Hyungjun can’t help but smile. He has a shop full of ice cream, a steady stream of customers, his brother and his best friend by his side. Life might not be perfect--he might still miss their SS501 days, Kibum’s heart might never recover completely after NH Media--but it is pretty damn close.
Pairing: Hyungjun/Jungmin (friendship).
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Mild cursing.
Notes: Happy Holidays, y0naki_x3! I’m so sorry this is late and I know it probably isn’t what you had in mind, but I enjoyed your tumblr prompts and I really hope you enjoy this slice of life fic. :)
Summary: Hyungjun opens an ice cream shop. Jungmin drops by on opening day.
Life is short... so kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly, and forgive quickly.”
Five years after SS501 leaves DSP Media, Hyungjun opens an ice cream shop.
Unsurprisingly, his first visitor is Jungmin, who comes bearing nothing apart from his usual shit-eating smirk.
“Yah, Park Jungmin! Don’t you know it’s good manners to bring a gift when someone is opening up shop for the first time?” As he comes out from the back, wiping sticky hands on his new Piro Piro apron, Hyungjun can’t help but notice that there is a wet spot on his floor. Even if it’s just water, that could be dangerous.
“Kibum-ah,” he calls, impatient. The short hand on the wall clock is nearing eight. “Bring me a towel from the back.”
When he looks up, Jungmin is frowning, giving him that crinkly brow which means a lecture is forthcoming.
“What,” he whines. He hates when Jungmin pulls the “hyung” card. They were exactly four months apart--wait a second. Was last Saturday the third--?
“We’ve known each other for over a decade, and this was the first year you forgot my birthday,” Jungmin pronounces, loudly. “I waited, you know, for you to drop by this weekend. Or call. Or text, even. Misoo noona told me to get some rest for my performance, but I waited up for you instead. And you never came.”
In his peripheral vision, Hyungjun spots a line forming outside the shop. To interrupt Jungmin now, though, when he is the rightful victim in this scenario, would be a cardinal sin in the eyes of His Idolness. He would never hear the end of it.
Where was his useless brother? Couldn’t he at least open the door for their potential customers? Before he can call out to Kibum again, Jungmin resumes his speech.
“I thought, okay. I’m an understanding kind of guy. Maybe you came down with severe appendicitis. Maybe Kibum broke up with that Japanese girl he’s been seeing--long distance relationships are hard, you know? Maybe you were throwing me a surprise party. But I knew that couldn’t be true, because Hyunjoong would’ve spoiled the surprise.”
Jungmin pauses to take a deep breath. “So I asked around, and I heard about your latest business venture. You abandoned me for ice cream.”
Hyungjun sighs. The others never had to deal with Jungmin when he was like this. Hyunjoong was too mean, Youngsaeng was too apathetic, Kyujong was too kind. Those bastards.
Before he can muster up the energy to talk Jungmin down from his self-constructed frenzy, Kibum interrupts. Or to be more specific, he throws up. On the floor. Which is now definitely no longer clean.
----
Jungmin gasps. “Don’t tell me Kibum has severe appendicitis.”
Kibum is too busy puking his guts out on the hardwood floor below them to answer, so Hyungjun rolls his eyes and replies. “No, he’s fine, the idiot just sampled too much of our ice cream last night.”
“Taste testing, hyung,” snaps Kibum hoarsely. “I sacrificed myself for you. So your sensitive stomach wouldn’t be upset like mine is now.”
Hyungjun grabs the mop from the outside utility closet and shoves it under his brother’s nose, smiling in satisfaction when Kibum grimaces in distaste. “It’s not enough that I have to deal with one melodramatic fool on a regular basis for work. I have to be related to you.”
“Yah,” says Jungmin, poking Hyungjun in the ribs none too gently. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you’re talking about one of the others. Because if it’s me, and you’re already treading a thin line here, I will hurt you.”
“Go ahead, forget that your brother is suffering down here, continue flirting while I occupy myself regurgitating every last nutrient in my body.” Kibum has the unique ability to snark in any given situation--if he weren’t his baby brother, Hyungjun would’ve stopped rooming with him ages ago.
Jungmin scoffs. “First of all, you’re not my brother, doofus. Second, you’ve taken a basic health class before, right? That’s not exactly how the human body works.”
Hyungjun clears his throat, adjusting the butterfly clip in his hair so that his bangs stay out of his face. Leave it to Jungmin and Kibum to make him the only adult in the room by default.
“Alright,” he orders. “Enough talk. Kibum, get yourself cleaned up, then take some stomach medicine and lie down on the sofa. Jungmin, go choose an apron from the ones hanging by the fridge. I’m going to finish mopping up here and open the door to our first customers.”
“Ooh, looks who’s acting like the big bad hyung now.”
“What makes you think we’re going to listen to you, huh.”
Their simultaneous replies have Kibum and Jungmin exchanging looks and laughing like two drunken hyenas.
Hyungjun puts the mop away and heads to the door. Things aren’t going to get any better with those two behind him, so he may as well make the best out of the situation.
----
Twenty minutes later, Jungmin joins him at the counter, wearing a strawberry patterned apron with the strings tied neatly in a bow.
“How do I look?” he asks, preening and batting his eyelashes at the two girls in front, who promptly giggle and clutch at each other’s hands.
Hyungjun shoves an ice cream scoop in his direction, shooting the girls his most endearing eye smile as he does. “Take their orders, I have to go get another tin of pistachio.”
Jungmin huffs. “You forgot my birthday and now you treat me like your servant. Kim Hyungjun, you will pay for this. I hate you.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’ve heard it all before. Hurry up! Time is of the essence when it comes to customer service.” Hyungjun swats at Jungmin’s backside with his dishtowel as he leaves.
When Hyungjun returns to the counter, the same girls are still standing on the other side. One has an overflowing cup of red bean--he’ll have to talk to Jungmin about appropriate portion sizes and the concept of making a profit--and the other is talking animatedly, gesturing at the orange sherbet. Jungmin’s face is uncomprehending.
“Is this the flavor you’d like?” he questions, elbowing Jungmin to the side, getting his toes crushed a few seconds later for his trouble.
The girl nods enthusiastically. “I love orange sherbet! It’s been my favorite flavor since I was a little kid. Could I please have a cone?” He generously doles out a few scoops of ice cream into a waffle cone--just the right amount, though, he and Kibum are old hands in business now--and slides it over with a napkin.
Once the two girls pay and leave, Jungmin shakes his head, turning to face Hyungjun. “She acted all normal in front of you, but she told me before that she wanted a large cone of sexy charisma! I said she could have me any way she liked, after she chose a real ice cream flavor, and she insisted that sexy charisma was the one she wanted. I can’t help that I’m irresistible, but how can anyone ask for a serving of me with a straight face and then pretend it was orange sherbet all along?”
As Hyungjun starts to laugh, he only earns himself more abuse. Jungmin is quick to slap him on the shoulder and declare his indignation--by this time, however, Hyungjun has managed to grab a copy of the menu to defend himself.
“You think a laminated piece of paper is going to prevent me from kicking your ass right now?”
“No, idiot, read it. You know how there are words on the paper that tell you what flavors we serve? Take a look.”
The menu is snatched from his hands. “Almond, butterscotch, pistachio, lychee, mixed berry, green tea, red bean, dulce de leche, vanilla, mango, coconut, lemon meringue... sexy charisma? What the hell.”
Hyungjun beams. “The tins are labeled, too. I named orange sherbet after you because it’s your favorite.”
“Of all my nicknames, you had to choose sexy charisma? You moron. And what about the other members?” Jungmin gazes at him curiously. “I bet Hyunjoong wants a leader flavor named after him.”
He shrugs. “You’re different, I guess. Besides, they can be toppings. Once we expand our brand. Consider this your belated birthday gift.”
“Cheap bastard. Why couldn’t you get me that Marc Jacobs bag I wanted instead? Or even take me out to dinner.” Jungmin pounds his fist on the counter, but Hyungjun can detect the beginnings of a smile forming around the edges of his mouth.
Every good maknae knows the opportune moment to take advantage of his members’ weaknesses. Hyungjun gives his best aegyo expression. “Bags have a limited lifespan. Ice cream flavors last forever. Like our friendship.”
Jungmin slings an arm around his shoulders. “Nice try, but you still owe me big. Take me out to dinner tonight, buy me some cologne tomorrow, and send over a tub of sexy charisma. I think I know just what to do with it.”
Hyungjun tries not to let his thoughts show on his face, but it’s clear that Jungmin picks up on them when he reaches over and clips the back of his head. It’s been a while since he trimmed his nails.
“I’m going to make popsicles, dumbass. Orange sherbet popsicles are the best...Not that kind of popsicle!”
As Jungmin prattles on, Hyungjun can’t help but smile. He has a shop full of ice cream, a steady stream of customers, his brother and his best friend by his side. Life might not be perfect--he might still miss their SS501 days, Kibum’s heart might never recover completely after NH Media--but it is pretty damn close.