I like chocolate
Title: I like chocolate
Pairing: Yesung/Shindong
Summary: This is how Yesung and Shindong became friends.
Word Count: 1, 225
Theme: 04. Chocolate
A/N: This is written in first person from Yesung's POV. His name was never actually mentioned though lol... Why would he mention his own name? He knows his name. Duh~
This is kind of a stupid story that happened to me a little while ago. I didn’t really wanna write it. I’m not so good at telling stories. But my friend, Eunhyuk, convinced me to tell it just for the hell of it. Why did I agree, you ask? Because he bribed me with chocolate. Somehow, he’d found out about my addiction to anything chocolatey. Which is what got the story starting.
It was morning. I was hungry. I haven’t had my breakfast yet. So I decided to go down to the bakery across the street. I knew its owner, Zhoumi. He was a Chinese immigrant that moved here a couple of years ago. I helped him to set up the shop and sometimes ran some errands for him when I had nothing to do. As a result, he let me eat whatever I wanted in the shop. Of course, he didn’t speak a word of Korean and we had a hard time communicating but he’s okay. Just a little weird, in my opinion.
Anyway, as soon as I entered the shop, I went straight to the muffin tray and took out a chocolate muffin. Mmm... I recommend trying one. Zhoumi was an awesome baker. I walked over to him at the counter and leaned there, enjoying my muffin while Zhoumi chattered about who knew what in Chinese.
Just as I was finishing the muffin, a fat guy came running in and, seeing me, put a finger to his lips and whispered, “You never saw me.” Then he ran to a door that said some Chinese garble and went in, shutting it quietly behind him. No sooner had he done that, another guy, a taller one, came barging in, all dressed in black. Nice leather jacket he had on too. But he didn’t look like a biker, which most people wearing that kind of thing normally looked like. He looked refined, like he belonged in all the 5-star hotels and restaurants.
The tall guy walked up to me and asked, “Where is he? The fat guy. I know he came in here.” Something along those words, anyway. You don’t expect me to remember every word that was said, do you?
“I didn’t see anyone,” I answered him, raising an eyebrow.
He frowned and leaned close to me. “Listen, I’ve got some business with that twerp. He’s got nothing to do with you. Just tell me where he is and I’ll be on my way.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I said, still acting dumb.
He pulled away and turned to Zhoumi, who was staring at us confused. Of course, he had no idea what was going on. Neither did I, for that matter.
“Where’s the fat boy?” the tall guy asked Zhoumi menacingly. Apparently, Zhoumi caught the threatening tone and started speaking nonsense in Chinese. The tall guy just stared at him for a second, with a ‘WTH?’ expression on his face. He snapped out of it and moved as if he was gonna hit Zhoumi so I had to intervene.
“He doesn’t speak any Korean. He has no idea what you or anyone else says. Leave him alone,” I said, scowling at him.
The tall guy smiled then. He looked pretty scary doing it too. “He may not understand me,” he said, gesturing at Zhoumi, “but you do.” He took out a gun from a pocket in his jacket and pointed it at Zhoumi. “Now you tell me where that rat went to before I shoot your friend.” Zhoumi backed away slowly, still chattering quickly in Chinese. “Don’t move!” the tall guy hissed. I guess Zhoumi got the gist of it because he stopped.
I felt helpless. Whatever this guy wanted with the guy in the backroom, it wasn’t anything good. But I couldn’t let him hurt Zhoumi either. I had to think of something fast. Just as I opened my mouth, the backdoor burst open and the big guy ran out, shouting, “Alright! Alright! Leave them alone!”
The tall guy smiled wider, looking even less pleasant, if possible. “Good,” he said, removing his gun. “Now where are they? I know you have them.”
The fat guy, which I found out later was named Shindong, took out a small bag from a large pocket in his pants and handed it to the other guy, not looking at him. The tall guy looked inside and grinned happily. Taking something out of the bag, he tossed it to Shindong and said, “Here. And don’t say I’ve never been nice to you before.”
Shindong barely caught it as the tall guy swiftly turned away and left the bakery. I looked at Shindong, who was clutching whatever the other guy had thrown at him as if it was the most precious thing he had.
I frowned and said admonishingly, “You shouldn’t be dealing with drugs, you know.”
Shindong stared at me in surprise. “Wh-what?”
I thought at the time he must’ve been hard of hearing or something and repeated myself. To my surprise, he just laughed, tears coming out of his eyes. “D-drugs,” he said, in between his laughter. “Y-you think..” he couldn’t finish because he was laughing too hard.
Zhoumi and I just stared at each other in confusion. What was this guy’s problem? I had no idea. Soon, though, he stopped laughing enough to say “I’m not dealing with drugs” before doubling over with more laughter.
“Then what’s that?” I asked, pointing at the thing the tall guy had thrown at him.
“This?” he asked mirthfully, holding up a Twix bar. What?? My jaw literally dropped. What?? Again... WHAT??!
Finally, he stopped laughing and explained, “I stole my brother’s stash of candy. He’s been chasing me since dawn. That guy just now was my brother, Siwon.” I stared at him, unable to say anything. “I’m not fat, by the way,” he added thoughtfully, unwrapping the Twix bar. “I just have big bones, like my dad.”
“But... but... He had a gun!” I sputtered, unable to believe my ears.
“Oh, that’s just a squirt gun,” Shindong chortled, biting into his chocolate bar which, by the way, looked absolutely mouth-watering. “He likes to wave it at people because it looks like a real gun. Truth is, he’s sort of a wuss. Except when he’s dealing with me. That’s when his scary side comes out.”
I frowned at him. “You guys gave me and Zhoumi a scare, you know that?”
“Oh really?” he asked, concentrating on the Twix. “Sorry bout that.” He didn’t sound sorry at all to me.
“Shouldn’t you be doing something to show that you mean it?” I asked, folding my arms.
“Like what?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“Like...” I nodded at the bar in his hands. “Like that.”
Shindong looked at his food, then at me, then back again. Then he sighed. “Fine,” he grumbled, breaking the Twix bar in half and handing the bottom one to me.
Chewing happily now, I said, “Okay, I forgive you. Zhoumi does too.”
And indeed, Zhoumi was smiling for some reason.
So that’s the story. Pretty boring, to tell you the truth. But Eunhyuk insisted I tell it. Just so you know, Shindong and I became good friends after that, our mutual love of chocolate eventually leading to a long-lasting (yeah, right) friendship.
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Actually, I started this story in a completely different way and had a completely different plot for it. It was for an essay plan in Engish class this morning titled "The Detective". But I'm no good at detective writing so I ended up doodling in class and writing this when I got home :) Seriously, as much as I love the boy, and some of you know just how much I love him, I cannot write Yesung. T^T