Serving 5: Chapter 6 - "Happy Birthday, Youngbae"
Title: Chapter 6 - "Happy Birthday, Youngbae"
Series: Serving 5
Author: Vangelynn
Rating: G
Pairings: Not much DaeRi in this chapter, TopRi, and Youngbae/everyone
Genre: Un-attempted Humor
Summary: After many failed attempts, Big Bang finally get themselves a new housekeeper. But what they find isn’t exactly what they expected. As they adjust to the new twenty-year-old-student house keeper, they find themselves out of their own element. Although some may not notice it and continue with their own lives, others take things too seriously. Read and discover what it's like to be Serving 5. (Yay! New
Diclaimer: I own all other characters but Big Bang.
A/N: First ever fan fic. I was challenged(forced) by some of you guys to start writing one. This plot in particular was in my head for quite a while, four months to be exact.
Chapter 1: "The Phone, the Phone is Ringing"
Chapter 2: "Sarang?"
Chapter 3: "Meet the Neighbors, Find a Rival"
Chapter 4: "Table Talk"
Chapter 5: "Dad, Mom, and Seungri"
Warning: Skim-beta-ed; there has to be mistakes some where >__> inform me if you see any
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After a while Daesung gathered the candles, banner, and paper plates together. He tried to pick the most traditional, since he didn’t want it to be too childish. Hoping he didn’t get too much or too little, he filled his basket, ready to find the maknae and Sarah.
“Daesung?”
Daesung dropped the basket and covered his face. “How did you recognize me?”
Sarah’s eyes were wide and taken back as she looked at him oddly.
“Oh, sorry,” He removed his shades. “I just thought you were one of those girls.”
Sarah didn’t bother to ask. There were many things she didn’t ask that past week. “I have all I need.” She laid her basket brimming with flour and icing beside Daesung’s. “Where’s Seungri?”
“You didn’t see him? I sent him looking for you.”
“Oh, I think I left before he went to the baking section.”
Daesung slid his phone out of his back pocket. “Don’t worry, I’ll call him.” As he proceeded to dial the maknae a cry behind them alerted Daesung and sparked a panic.
“IT’S DAESUNG-OPPA!!!”
A student with an army of girls behind her pointed straight at the wide-eyed Daesung as if he was a terrorist. He grabbed Sarah and fled.
She was too busy trying to keep up with him to ask what was going on as she was half-dragged by Daesung down the aisle. They ran passed the shelves while spectators wondered what trouble that young man and girl stirred up to have a mob at their heels. The shelves became a blur as Daesung increased his speed with the cries behind them turning into blood curling screams.
“It’s Daesung-oppa from Big Bang!”
“Hurry, he’s leaving!”
“DAESUNG-OPPA!”
The grip on Sarah’s wrist grew tighter as they neared the corner of the store. Daesung veered his way around and took a sharp turn. He ran down the carts of produce and ducked under a counter of apples. The screaming passed them and faded away. Taking the chance he dragged Sarah into a closet two stalls ahead and rushed in, shutting the door behind him. He sighed in relief and slid to the floor beside Sarah and brushed the sweat from his brow. He nudged gently at the girl who was still gasping for air. “You okay?”
Sarah looked at him, her eyes not exactly wide in fright. Just shock. “What. Was. That?”
“A mob,” Daesung said. “of crazy girls that should have been in school.”
“School hours finished a while ago,” Sarah mumbled as she looked at their surroundings. A typical janitor’s closet complete with mop and light bulb fixture. She leaned on Daesung trying to steady her breathing. That had been an extremely scary experience. She sat up straight and looked at Daesung. “So, now what?”
He reached for his cell phone that he almost dropped during the chase. “I’ll call Seungri.”
The dial tone rang a few seconds until the maknae’s cheery voice came on line. “Yes, Hyung?”
“Seungri, where are you?”
“At the baking needs.”
“Seungri, could you go back to the decorations? I ne-”
“Aww, Hyung! That’s like on the other side of the store. You told me to look for Sarang-noona.”
Daesung handed the phone to Sarah. “Seungri? This is Sarah.”
“Noona! What are you doing there?”
“That’s not important right now, Seungri. Could you please go over to the decorations and get Daesung’s and my baskets, please?”
“Sure,” a popping and slurping noise in the other end of line. Seungri’s popsicle was devoured. “But, Noona, where are you?”
“I’ll tell you later. Meet us at the queue, ok?”
“Ok, Noona.”
Daesung took the phone from Sarah when he remembered to warn Seungri. “Wait, Seungri! Do you have your shades and bandana on?”
“…no.”
“Seungri!”
“But, Hyung, it was so itchy and I wanted to finish my popsicle. You can’t eat with the bandana on. Besides there aren’t any girls out this early.”
“IT”S SEUNGRI-OPPA!!!”
Daesung stretched the phone away as the clamor of screams threatened to turn him deaf. The noise from the earpiece stopped abruptly followed by the dial tone. He stood up and fit his phone into his back pocket.
Sarah was surprised to see no reaction from Daesung. “Shouldn’t we help him?”
“I know Seungri. He’ll lead them outside and clear the building for us. He knows what he’s doing.” Daesung opened the door to a crack and took a peek outside. “Believe me. He gets mobbed the most from the rest of us.”
Seeing that the area was clear, they stepped out and went back to find their baskets to check if they hadn’t been trampled over. They were a bit tussled, but still in one piece and not a single item was missing.
As the cashier checked out the items Sarah glanced outside at the parking lot to see if she could find Seungri.
“50000 won, please.”
Daesung reached into his jacket, surprised to find it empty. He tried the right pocket. Nothing. He felt the back pockets of his jeans. Flat as a pancake. He prodded Sarah gently getting her attention.
“Sarah, could you pay? I think I left my wallet at the apartment. I’ll pay you back. I promise.”
She obliged and rummaged her bag for her wallet. She frowned when she didn’t feel the familiar leather under her hands.
“What’s wrong?”
“I thought I had it,” Sarah said as Daesung leaned over to see the problem. “I remember distinctly that I brought my wallet.”
Daesung looked behind them and saw a line forming. The people looked back at him with questioning eyes. The cashier was holding up the next person’s produce, waiting for them to pay so she could make room for the customer.
Daesung resolved to the phone again. “I’ll call Seungri.”
Seungri wouldn’t pick up.
“He’s probably busy.”
Daesung put his phone away in defeat. “What makes you think that?”
“Look,” Sarah pointed out the window and at the visible Seungri scrambling up the parking lot with the mob behind him.
Daesung shut his eyes and covered his face in exasperation. “We’re in for it now.” He peeked at the grumpy faces behind them and shut his eyes again.
“Excuse me,” the nice cashier said. “There are people waiting for you. It would be super if you could pay now so they wouldn’t wait any longer.”
The line started whispering impatiently and both Sarah and Daesung could hear them clearly.
“Umma, when can we go?” A boy whined throwing the toy car his mom gave him for entertainment on the floor.
The mother picked up the car and laid it on the cart. “After the people are done, Honey.”
“Yah,” an ahjumma rasped loudly behind the mother and son, poking her husband violently. “Go look for another line. That couple is taking so long.”
Sarah lowered her head as the word ‘couple’ reached her ears. She blushed, hoping something (anything!) would happen and get them out of this situation.
“Look it’s Manager-hyung!” Daesung said as he pointed at Manager who was walking leisurely past the store.
Daesung waved his arms and yelled trying to get Manager’s attention, completely oblivious to the fact that people were staring at them as if they were maniacs.
“Manager-hyung! Hyuung!!”
Manager proceeded to walk by.
“Hyung!” Daesung stopped out of breath and motioned Sarah to try and get his attention.
The world is really going crazy. Manager thought to himself. It was finally his day off from having to worry about Big Bang, meetings, and schedules and he was hallucinating. First he saw Seungri’s ghost speed by his car in the parking lot followed by a mob of girls and now he swore he could hear Daesung and Sarah afar off.
Just walk away. The over worked man thought. It’s just your imagination.
“HYUUUNG!!!”
Sighing in defeat, he waved good-bye to his special day set-aside just for him, and walked into the store to see what the racket was about.
He confronted the two and lectured them and their irresponsibility, much to the line of grumpy customers. He paid off the items and hustled them out like an embarrassed mother. He found Seungri panting like a mad dog in the bushes. The maknae was all smiles though. He felt good from out smarting the fan girls by tricking them that he just saw Rain walking down the street. Of course he promised Manager that he would apologize publicly. Manager handed them bus fares and sent them home.
As Daesung punched in the numbers for the apartment, the door swung open and they were confronted by a very aggravated Jiyong.
“Well, it’s time you guys got back,” Jiyong said his arms crossed looking at them for an explanation.
“Hyung, we were only gone for-” Daesung began.
“Don’t give me that Kang Daesung!” Jiyong almost screamed. “Do you realize what I’ve been through to put up with this bird!?”
It wasn’t until then did they notice Nohrae bouncing on Jiyong’s dishelved hair.
“This thing spilled my best cologne, broke my desk lamp, ate my lunch-”
Nohrae stopped jumping and pecked Jiyong’s scalp and protested that he didn’t.
“And,” Jiyong continued despite the pain he could feel on his crown. “I couldn’t write a single verse because it was singing!”
Sarah, who had been picking up the mail, arrived with the rest of the bags. Nohrae chirped and left Jiyong and rushed to Sarah’s shoulder. She filed through the letters and spoke without looking up. “Do you guys know where Seunghyun-oppa is? There’s mail for him.”
“I don’t care what that lump of weight is doing!” Jiyong screamed. He left to go back to his room and fix his hair.
Sarah, completely unaffected by Jiyong’s outburst laid the mail on the table. She sat down and dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen tile. “You’ll never guess what I found in the mail box.”
“The Manyeo?” Seungri ventured.
“No.” Sarah dropped a cold leather packet into Daesung’s hand. “Our wallets! Who would have guessed…”
Daesung rummaged through it to make sure he still had the same amount of money. “It seems that nothing’s out of place. It was probably just some sort of prank.”
Seungri sat down beside Sarah and petted Nohrae “Played by who?”
“I dunno. Jealous fan boys maybe?” Daesung shuffled through the grocery bags and pulled the maknae off his seat. “C’mon. We need to put away these decorations before Youngbae-hyung gets back.”
“Let us rest first.” Seungri said as he wiggled his hand out of Daesung’s grip. “I’m tiiiiired.”
Seunghyun came in with his bed hair sticking under his hood and headphones banded over his head. He swung the freezer open to see if there was any ice cream left.
“Darn you, Daesung!” He barked when the spoon hit the ice cream in a clang. “I told you not to buy this freaking brand!”
The next day woke up in excitement. Youngbae was hustled out the apartment unsuspiciously. He had a whole day of schedules ahead of him and Manager didn’t want him to be late. Once they heard the door click, signaling Youngbae’s leave they scrambled to preparation. Daesung levered the decorations, which he had stashed so precisely into the broom closet. Seunghyun was straightening out the living room with Seungri at his heels berating him with this and that. Sarah was washing the breakfast dishes, which was not part of the party plan but had to be done anyway. Nohrae was busy flying around in excitement making sure that each one of them was doing their job. His owner deserved the best.
Jiyong stared into the computer screen trying to work the program Daesung gave him.
“How do you split a clip?” Typing his question in the index, he reached for the mouse to scroll down. He jumped when he squeezed a bunch of fluffiness instead of the mouse. He let go of Nohrae and looked at it in disgust.
“Aigsh!” He poked the thing trying to shoo it away. “Go bother someone else, I’m busy!”
It garbled happily and flew off the mouse giving Jiyong the permission to use it. It landed on the keyboard, blocking the area of the screen that Jiyong was trying to view.
“Yah,” Jiyong said when he saw Nohrae’s head instead of the cursor. “Could you move?”
It obliged and took a few hops backwards. It skipped on the F# buttons, causing a series of actions on Jiyong’s project. He stood up and tried to skedaddle it off the keyboard. “Yah! You’re ruining it. Get off!”
It jumped on the ‘ESC’ in surprise and deleted the project all together. “Ah!!!”
Jiyong swung his arms in rage. “Get the heck out of here!”
He chased it out the room like a common housefly with his hands up like a lunatic. The bird flew off with no remorse.
“Freaking animals,” Jiyong breathed as he watched it leave from his view by the bedroom door.
Seunghyun was blowing up balloons in the living room since they had been too cheap to buy a pump. It was surprising to see how much air was in that skinny man.
“Choi Seunghyun can use his mouth to rap, complain, snore, and blow balloons,” Daesung mused from the side of the living room he was decorating.
Seunghyun stopped blowing and growled at him. “Shut up.”
Daesung laughed as he saw Seunghyun’s beet cheeks, which had been abused from all the puffing.
Just then Seungri came in; pale from the flour covering his face and his eyes blinking wildly. “Omo, Hyung, what happened to you?” The maknae rushed to his hyung as he inspected his red cheeks, spreading flour all over Seunghyun’s face unconsciously.
“Maknae, move,” Seunghyun pushed Seungri away and felt his powdered cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, Hyung,” Seungri bowed in a panic and fumbled towards the kitchen. “I’ll clean it right away.”
“Noona, I need a paper towel!”
Sarah spoke without looking up from the washcloth she was ringing. “There’s a roll on the table. Go get one.”
“But, Noona, I need a damp one.”
“Then get a paper towel and run it under a fau- Hey!”
Seungri snatched the cloth from Sarah as if it was candy and ran out the kitchen. “Seungri, I needed that!”
Seungri found Seunghyun in the same position he left him. He wiped the cloth over his hyung’s cheeks and smiled as the white disappeared. The maknae was taken back when he saw Seunghyun’s frown under the cloth. Seunghyun grabbed it harshly from the maknae in annoyance. “I’ll do it.”
Seungri sighed completely dejected. “Fine. I’ll just leave then.”
Daesung stared in amazement as Seunghyun tossed the cloth away and picked up another balloon and started blowing as if nothing ever happened. “How can you just do that?”
Seunghyun raised a questioning eyebrow over the round plastic blueness.
“Seungri did you a favor and you got mad at him! Don’t you realize that you hurt his feelings?”
“Meh. He’s the one that got flour in my face in the first place,” Seunghyun mumbled in between breaths.
Daesung gave up on him and continued taping the banner. Why did the maknae even bother to care? It saddened him to see Seungri’s happiness die.
“Seungri’s what’s wrong?” Sarah stopped stirring the mix in the bowl and looked at the maknae who was sitting on the kitchen chair like a rejected puppy.
“Nthn,” He mumbled.
Sarah gave him the mixing bowl and handed him the recipe. “See if this will cheer you up. Add the ingredients and tell me when you’re done so I can start the icing.”
Seungri received it reluctantly and mixed it half-heartedly. He sighed and laid the wooden spoon to the side as he read the paper to see what to add. The items blurred as he felt his eyes water and his lip tremble. Sarah turned to ask the maknae if he wanted to lick the spoon. Her face fell when she saw his pitiful expression.
She wiped her hands on a dishcloth silently and went up to him. She squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. “Seungri, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he answered his voice quivering.
“I understand. You don’t have to tell me.” Sarah crouched down on the floor, so she could look up at his face. “But you know. The others are always there for you. It’ll help you if you talk to someone.”
“They wouldn’t understand,” Seungri sniffed.
Sarah stood up and gave him a tissue. “Leave it for later then. It’s Youngbae-oppa’s birthday today. Try to keep a positive attitude.”
Seungri nodded behind the crumpled tissue.
“So let’s finish the cake for him.” She gave his shoulder another squeeze before she stood up. As she turned to get the mixing bowl she felt a pair of arms slide around her waist.
“Thanks, Noona,” Seungri whispered. He smiled into her shirt as he hugged her from his seat.
Sarah brushed the bangs away from the maknae’s face. “Fighting, Seungri. Fighting.”
Right after that the two started their work immediately. While Sarah colored the icing Seungri stirred the cake mix from his seat. Although his hands were occupied there was nothing to keep his mouth busy. He berated Sarah with questions sometimes skipping to another question without waiting for her to answer. Noona, where did you use to live? Do you like pandas? Can you sing? Can you play the piano? Do you think Jiyong-hyung’s weird? Yes, I agree with you, Noona. What do you think of the Manyeo?
“Seungri, don’t stir too fast. Keep the batter in the bowl, please.”
Sorry, Noona. Do you think you’ll ever get married? If you do can you name your son after me?
“What if I don’t have a son?”
“Seungri can be a girl’s name too, right?”
Sarah smiled as she filled a plastic bag with the frosty icing. “Maknae, you’re cute.”
“I know,” Seungri said. He inspected the mix and stuck a tentative finger in. Licking the batter off his finger he lapped his tongue trying to ponder the taste. “Noona, it’s a bit bland.”
“Then add more sugar, Seungri.”
As Seungri reached for the bottle of white flavoring on the table he continued his questions. “How many kids would you like to have?”
“I dunno.” Sarah stored the icing in the fridge. “Six, maybe.”
“Noona, you’re crazy!”
“Well, my parents survived this far and they haven’t lost their minds yet.”
“Noona, are you the oldest?”
“No. I have three older brothers, one twin brother, and another younger brother.”
Seungri stirred thoughtfully after adding the white cubes. “Hey, that’s kinda like us.”
“Maybe that’s why your first house keeper recommended me.”
“You mean your aunt.”
“My aunt?”
“Manager said that our first housekeeper was your aunt.” Seungri looked at Sarah like a child that had just stated a fact.
“Yes. My aunt.”
“It’s funny for you to forget, Noona,” Seungri said as he stirred. “What about your parents? I never hear you mentioning them. How are they? Do you miss them?”
Sarah pulled out a baking pan from the cabinet and laid it on the table. “Seungri, that’s enough talking now. We have to start baking.”
Seungri was surprised since Sarah changed the subject so abruptly when she was so willing to answer earlier. But he followed anyway and poured the creamy batter into the tin pan.
Daesung came in stretching his back and looking for something to drink. “You guys done yet?”
“We’re just putting it into the oven,” Sarah answered.
“Good.” Daesung poured himself a glass of juice when he saw that the water pitcher was empty. “We need to pick up Youngbae-hyung’s present soon. And we’ll need all five of us to do it.”
“Hyung, it’s not that heavy,” Seungri complained. He didn’t want to leave the apartment yet.
“The reservoir needs two people to carry. Then we picked four at the store, right? Sarah and I can both carry two at the same time, and you can handle the amenities. That’s five people all together.”
“Do you think Youngbae-hyung will like his present?” Seungri asked leaning his cheeks on his hands.
“Well, it was Sarah’s idea, so if he doesn’t like it we can blame her,” Daesung said jokingly.
“Then it’s a good thing I don’t live here,” Sarah answered just as good-naturedly. She walked over to the outdated phone that was built into the kitchen wall. “I’ll call the store and ask them if it’s ready for pick up.”
As she stood by the wall listening to the dial tones Seunghyun entered the kitchen. A pang of guilt shot him somewhere when he saw the maknae sitting pretty on the chair smiling at nothing. Maybe he had been a bit harsh on him. But it was his personality; it couldn’t be helped.
Shuffling uneasily past Daesung and Seungri, he wondered aimlessly around the kitchen forgetting completely what he came for in the first place.
“We can go pick it up,” Sarah said as she hung the phone back on its stand. “They said it’s ready.”
“I’ll get Jiyong,” Seunghyun said hurriedly, trying to get away from the awkwardness his presence was giving off in the kitchen.
Part 2
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