Serving 5: Chapter 1 - "The Phone, the Phone is Ringing"
Title: Chapter 1 - "The Phone, the Phone is Ringing"
Series: Serving 5
Author: Vangelynn
Pairing: None (<- 0_0 I can explain! There will be pairings later. Feeling just haven't developed/been exposed at this point yet.)
Rating: G
Summary: After many failed attempts, Big Bang finally has a new housekeeper. But what they find isn’t exactly what they expected. Instead of the typical naggy ahjumma, they have themselves a twenty-year-old overseas student. How will they cope with her? And how will she cope with them? (Oh goodness, this summary sucks X_X) Trust me it’s better than this.
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.
Diclaimer: I own all other characters but Big Bang.
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What does a persistent workaholic look like? Like Jiyong.
For the fifth time Jiyong stared at the screen of the computer that was stuffed into the corner of the living room apartment and ran through the lyrics that had been so meticulously typed. Mumbling them incoherently, the rhythm playing in his head swam along. Word to word, down to verse from verse. A satisfied smile started spreading below his cheeks as he recited them aloud, assuring himself that he finally did it this time. It was nearing (if not was) perfection. Everything in place; it would flow right into the beat and melody that he had composed the night before.
“Your hard work has surely paid off, Jiyong-ah,” he said, grinning at his masterpiece. The world that had once been the most impossible subject to put up with was starting to glow again.
Until.
The word appeared. His eyes that had been reading left to right continuously halted at the word. Not. Again. The word that didn’t fit, that had no match to the rhythm, that forced all the other sentences to stumble over it, that alienated itself from everything else. It had sneaked back into his writing.
He grabbed the over-used thesaurus, which rested on top of the computer and searched franticly for a replacement. No. Nothing seemed right. He chanted the sentence over and over, hoping that a better word might suddenly strike him. Soon after, his tongue started to dry out and he stopped, wordless.
Jiyong thought for a while. “Maybe it’s just the sentence that’s wrong.”
He deleted it dutifully and looked intently at the blank space…A phrase?…A thought?…Something?…Anything?…Nothing.
Groaning, he slammed his finger on the backspace key, deleting the text slowly. Might as well get rid of the whole thing (again) if he couldn’t write one sentence properly. Laying his forehead on the keyboard like a man who just lost his job, he choked, refusing to see his creation disappear into the mouth of the typing bar of no return.
“You know,” Seunghyun said, looking at the leader’s head that lay still and dead on the keyboard. “You can always select everything then delete it.”
“Be quiet,” Jiyong snapped, his finger still pointed on the backspace.
Seunghyun sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that it was useless to help Jiyong. He bent down and continued doing push ups on the yoga mat on the living room floor.
Jiyong tried to calm his over-worked brain. He had to start completely from scratch. Dying somewhere inside, sweat started to prick his back as he felt the stress build in his stomach. Why must he be the one with all the problems? Just as he was coming around his senses the phone beside him rang.
“Dae, answer it,” Jiyong said. He would not let anything disrupt his creativity flow.
“He’s at the store,” Seunghyun huffed in between crunches. “buying groceries.”
“You answer it then.”
Seunghyun stopped and eyeballed the leader. “Um, I think I’m busy here.”
“Youngbae, answer it,” Jiyong said over the ringing.
Youngbae, who was in his own little world sitting on the couch skimming through a magazine, ignored him. “Oh, would you look at that. Hyori-noona got hospitalized again.”
“Youngbae-ah!”
“You get it, hyung. It’s right beside you.” He answered without looking up from his daily dose of gossip.
Jiyong yelled for his only hope. “Seungri-ssi! The phone is ringing, answer it.”
No response. The phone sang on.
“Seungri-ah! Answer it! Where are you?”
“Hyung, I’m in the bathroom!” came the maknae’s whiney voice from down the hall.
At this point Jiyong’s creativity flow had been stopped, shot, and killed. Could they not see that their leader was hopelessly wallowing in hopelessness, since he couldn’t even write anymore? He was just asking for a small favor from them. But, no. They were too lazy to get off their butts to answer a simple phone call.
The phone hummed innocently, setting of Jiyong’s cork.
He snatched it none to gracefully and nearly yelled into the mouthpiece. “What is it?!”
The gruff voice that came from the other end of the line sent Jiyong wide-eyed. “Jiyong-sii, if this is how you answer the phone…”
“M-manager!”
“Yes,” Big Bang’s manager replied. “Honestly, I know you boys are idols and all, but still stop to show some respect. There are times when I feel like you don’t care anymore. If I wasn’t here you wouldn’t be here, mind you.
“…!” Jiyong’s breath hitched. Inspiration was knocking on his door and was threatening to leave again.
“Why did I call again? Oh yeah. I’ve finally found a replacement housekeeper. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes, so I want you boys to get the place cleaned up. I can’t imagine what it looks like now.”
“Yes, hyung,” Jiyong said, absently.
“Wait, I’m not finished. Remember to make yourselves presentable. I wouldn’t want you guys giving off the wrong impression.”
“Ok, will do,” Jiyong’s fingers itched to get the words into the computer.
“And Jiyong,”
“Yes, hyung?”
“Try not to lose this one,” Manager said with a slight sigh.
“Yes, I understand. We’ll work hard.”
“And don’t forget to-”
“Bye!”
Jiyong slapped the phone down into the charger and rushed his fingers to the keyboard. Everything was flowing straight from his brain through the keyboard and to the computer screen.
A few minutes later Seungri came from the bathroom remembering to flush the toilet but neglecting to wash his hands. He placed his germy fingers on Jiyong’s shoulder, trying to get his attention.
“Who was on the phone?”
The leader stopped typing and rubbed his aching fingers, surveying his work. “I finally did it,” he said breathlessly. “What were you saying, Maknae?” Only Seungri could interrupt Jiyong’s work without being killed.
“Who called?”
“Manager-hyung.”
Seunghyun, who had been waiting for Jiyong to speak up ever since he hung up on their manager, sat on his yoga mat and exchanged looks with Seungri. “And?” he said, lifting an eyebrow.
“He said he was coming over with a new housekeeper.”
“Great.” Seunghyun stood up and stretched. “When’s he coming?”
“Ehh,” Jiyong cocked his head to the side trying to remember. “In twenty minutes.”
Seunghyun sauntered over to the window with his arms folded. “Twenty minutes from the phone call or from now?”
“The phone call.”
“You answered it around 3:00, right?”
“I guess,” Jiyong answered, unsure.
“What time is it now?”
Youngbae rolled up his magazine and tossed it across the room, missing the newspaper bin. He glanced at the clock. “3:20.”
“Ok.”
The room stayed quiet Jiyong stared at the computer; the screen light ghosting over his face, Seunghyun looked at nothing in particular out the window, and Youngbae fiddled with his fingers. It stayed like this for a while, the room grasping this rare moment when everyone was hushed and in their own world far away from each other. Until something clicked in Seungri’s brain.
“OH MY GOSH, GUYS! HE’S GONNA BE HERE ANY MINUTE!!”
His statement rendered everyone to realization as they dashed from their places, scrambling to clean the apartment. Seunghyun rolled up his yoga mat and Youngbae picked up his magazine and arranged the newspaper bin. While Seungri grabbed an apron and rushed to the kitchen, laboring in front of the sink trying vainly to get rid of the week’s worth of dishes that had collected on the counter. Jiyong was in the bathroom combing down his dishelved morning hair.
Their manager couldn’t afford to lose another housekeeper. And they loved their manager-hyung for being so good to them, that they had to pay him back in their best behavior. They had gone through so many ahjummas that they were starting to find a pattern
She arrives. She inspects. She tries to teach Seungri bathroom etiquette. She fails. Something bad happens (not always concerning Seungri). She leaves.
It hadn’t always been like that. Their first housekeeper had stayed with them so long, that she became their bonding grandmother. But a relative died and she had to leave. From then on their problems started.
The first replacement was decent. But they had gotten so used to the old ahjumma that they started treating her like the previous. Finally, she left. After being “halmoni”-ed a hundred times a day and having to bake cookies almost every morning. She said her self-esteem couldn’t take it any more, since she was still young enough to be their noona.
The third was nice and sweet. But the poor lady was nervous and high strung. One morning she found a fish in the kitchen sink and a bird in her coat pocket (thanks to Youngbae’s love of bringing home random animals). She fainted and had to be hospitalized for a week.
The fourth had relatives that were die hard fans of Big Bang. The ahjumma wouldn’t leave them alone for a second at home. Apparently, she was a clean freak and almost died when she found out that Seungri rarely washed his hands (and if he did, he would forget to flush). The same afternoon she gave Manager her resignation letter. She couldn’t cook anyway.
The fifth quit on the first day. When she knocked on their apartment door and was met by a shirtless Seungri, Seunghyun wearing nothing but boxers, Daesung with beauty cream on his face, Youngbae in his “Do it, Honey” shirt, and Jiyong in a tight pink undershirt, eyeliner, solid yellow pants, and a girly headband to complete it (not that that was abnormal)
They had been housekeeper-less for a while after that. They could not let their hyung down this time.
Jiyong dropped the comb as he heard Seungri from the living room. “He’s here!”
Seunghyun had just about accomplished making the living room decent enough. The kitchen counter was empty, the dishes drying off neatly to the side and the rest hidden under the sink. Jiyong came in time to hear the doorbell ring.
Seungri was still struggling with the apron, jumping up and down like a child.
“Get this off!” Seungri he shrieked desperately at Seunghyun, who was fighting with the knot at the back.
Jiyong tapped Youngbae’s shoulder as he made way to the door to answer it. “Youngbae, your shirt.”
Youngbae’s eyes nearly dropped from their sockets when he saw himself in the infamous “Do it, Honey” t-shirt. He ran to his room to change, almost tripping on his way there.
Jiyong snickered and shook his head as he heard Youngbae’s stumbling footsteps behind him. Lifting the security chain on the door he opened it and bowed immediately. “Hello, hyung,” he said, keeping his voice as steady and polite as he could.
“Hello, Jiyong,” Manager returned.
Jiyong acknowledged their visitor. “And this must be-” he lifted his head and found his voice trailing away as he laid eyes on the new housekeeper. Instead of the ahjumma who was graying, short, stout, and wrinkled, he saw a girl staring back at him.
She was only slightly shorter than him and her hair was tied back in a long ponytail. Her bright face hinted at her innocence, but he felt an air around her that told him she was years older somewhere. Her eyes were lovely and large, eyelashes like a doll. She lifted one eyebrow at him suggesting that he had been looking for too long.
Coming back to his senses he led them both to the kitchen with all politeness he could retrieve and helped them to a seat by the kitchen table across from the other three members.
Seunghyun was sitting like a refined gentleman, Seungri looked like an innocent student who was waiting at the principle’s office (apparently, inside he was praying that Manager wouldn’t notice the slight opening under the kitchen sink that revealed the dirty dishes), and Youngbae’s cheeks were still flushed from rummaging his closet for a replacement shirt. They all looked up to see their manager and new housekeeper.
Seunghyun’s eyes widened slightly then returned to their normal state, Seungri dropped his jaw, the flushed pink on Younbae’s cheeks turned red as he straightened his collar on his polo shirt, obviously bothered by something.
Jiyong took a deprived seat beside Youngbae after the two sat down.
“She’s so young,” he heard Seungri whisper as he sat.
“I bet she’s around Dae’s age,” Youngbae whispered back.
“I can’t always stay the maknae, you know.”
Manager cleared his throat as he sent warning glances at the whispering members. “Now that we’re all settled let me introduce you to your new housekeeper. Wait.” He looked a Jiyong, his eyes almost demanding an answer. “Where’s Daesung?”
The one detail that escaped their mind.
Jiyong scratched his head, trying to make it look like it wasn’t a big deal. “Well, he’s outside….buying food.”
“Did you warn him?” Youngbae whispered.
“No, I thought you were going to do that, hyung,” Seungri answered.
“It would be more suitable if Daesung was here,” Manager said, shushing the two. “Then I would only have to introduce you all once.”
“Oh, you mean there’s five of them?” the girl asked suddenly, her voice very subdued and un-suggestive.
“Yes,” Manager nodded.
She nodded back and smiled at the four who were all hoping that Daesung wouldn’t arrive before they had a chance to warn him. “Are you all boarding students?”
A question they never heard before. Jiyong looked at the Manager and mouthed: She doesn’t know Big Bang?
Manager shook his head, frowning slightly.
The girl’s warming smile started to fade as she waited for an answer.
Youngbae was debating whether they should tell her that they were one of the most famous idol groups in Korea (which would overwhelm her) or simply say that they were a singing group in such way that would make it sound unimportant (which would be deceiving).
Making up his mind he grinned politely. “Well, you see we’re-”
“Anyeongheseyo, everybody! Daesung is home!” They heard the lock click after Daesung’s clueless greeting. He was by the door in the other room being very noisy. “It sure is hot outside!”
The noise of clothes rustling.
“Shoot, he’s shirtless,” Jiyong thought, wincing. Looking up and smiling nervously at Manager, who was the complete opposite of smiling, he nudged Youngbae and said through gritted teeth. “Go there and stop him!”
“Hyung, I can’t!” Youngbae hissed.
“Sorry, I took so long,” Daesung said completely oblivious that no one was answering him. His footsteps and voice became louder as he neared the kitchen. “They were selling these cool hats and I thought you might want one, Jiyong-hyung.”
“Why not?” Jiyong whispered, nudging Youngbae desperately.
“I haven’t zipped my pants since they came. I can’t stand up,” came the helpless reply. “Hyung, you do it! Before it’s too late!”
“Taaaadaaaa!” Daesung jumped into the kitchen ceremoniously, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes like cresents. Manager didn’t dare look. His heart couldn’t take it. The girl turned around to see the picture perfect sight. Shirtless, sweating from the heat, hands full of grocery bags (nothing wrong about that), and the most ridiculous yellow cone-shaped hat resting on his head. The happy face fell when he realized what he had just gotten himself and his fellow members into.
Jiyong groaned, wanting to melt into the kitchen floor and disappear. Youngbae choked. Seungri covered his mouth to stop the laughter that threatened to escape (he on the other hand found it funny). Seunghyun scanned Daesung from top to bottom and mumbled out his exact thoughts. “Oh sh-”
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After Story Author Side Notes:
- It doesn’t flow T_T
-There will be boy/boy pairings. Did you honestly think I was going to pair them up with the housekeeper ^_^?
- If you didn’t like it you are free to drag me in a corner and stone me.
-I wanna kill the LJ margins D_D
-Please feel free to abuse the quote. Think of it as a way of getting revenge on me for spamming your comment page with quotes…
Series: Serving 5
Author: Vangelynn
Pairing: None (<- 0_0 I can explain! There will be pairings later. Feeling just haven't developed/been exposed at this point yet.)
Rating: G
Summary: After many failed attempts, Big Bang finally has a new housekeeper. But what they find isn’t exactly what they expected. Instead of the typical naggy ahjumma, they have themselves a twenty-year-old overseas student. How will they cope with her? And how will she cope with them? (Oh goodness, this summary sucks X_X) Trust me it’s better than this.
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.
Diclaimer: I own all other characters but Big Bang.
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What does a persistent workaholic look like? Like Jiyong.
For the fifth time Jiyong stared at the screen of the computer that was stuffed into the corner of the living room apartment and ran through the lyrics that had been so meticulously typed. Mumbling them incoherently, the rhythm playing in his head swam along. Word to word, down to verse from verse. A satisfied smile started spreading below his cheeks as he recited them aloud, assuring himself that he finally did it this time. It was nearing (if not was) perfection. Everything in place; it would flow right into the beat and melody that he had composed the night before.
“Your hard work has surely paid off, Jiyong-ah,” he said, grinning at his masterpiece. The world that had once been the most impossible subject to put up with was starting to glow again.
Until.
The word appeared. His eyes that had been reading left to right continuously halted at the word. Not. Again. The word that didn’t fit, that had no match to the rhythm, that forced all the other sentences to stumble over it, that alienated itself from everything else. It had sneaked back into his writing.
He grabbed the over-used thesaurus, which rested on top of the computer and searched franticly for a replacement. No. Nothing seemed right. He chanted the sentence over and over, hoping that a better word might suddenly strike him. Soon after, his tongue started to dry out and he stopped, wordless.
Jiyong thought for a while. “Maybe it’s just the sentence that’s wrong.”
He deleted it dutifully and looked intently at the blank space…A phrase?…A thought?…Something?…Anything?…Nothing.
Groaning, he slammed his finger on the backspace key, deleting the text slowly. Might as well get rid of the whole thing (again) if he couldn’t write one sentence properly. Laying his forehead on the keyboard like a man who just lost his job, he choked, refusing to see his creation disappear into the mouth of the typing bar of no return.
“You know,” Seunghyun said, looking at the leader’s head that lay still and dead on the keyboard. “You can always select everything then delete it.”
“Be quiet,” Jiyong snapped, his finger still pointed on the backspace.
Seunghyun sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that it was useless to help Jiyong. He bent down and continued doing push ups on the yoga mat on the living room floor.
Jiyong tried to calm his over-worked brain. He had to start completely from scratch. Dying somewhere inside, sweat started to prick his back as he felt the stress build in his stomach. Why must he be the one with all the problems? Just as he was coming around his senses the phone beside him rang.
“Dae, answer it,” Jiyong said. He would not let anything disrupt his creativity flow.
“He’s at the store,” Seunghyun huffed in between crunches. “buying groceries.”
“You answer it then.”
Seunghyun stopped and eyeballed the leader. “Um, I think I’m busy here.”
“Youngbae, answer it,” Jiyong said over the ringing.
Youngbae, who was in his own little world sitting on the couch skimming through a magazine, ignored him. “Oh, would you look at that. Hyori-noona got hospitalized again.”
“Youngbae-ah!”
“You get it, hyung. It’s right beside you.” He answered without looking up from his daily dose of gossip.
Jiyong yelled for his only hope. “Seungri-ssi! The phone is ringing, answer it.”
No response. The phone sang on.
“Seungri-ah! Answer it! Where are you?”
“Hyung, I’m in the bathroom!” came the maknae’s whiney voice from down the hall.
At this point Jiyong’s creativity flow had been stopped, shot, and killed. Could they not see that their leader was hopelessly wallowing in hopelessness, since he couldn’t even write anymore? He was just asking for a small favor from them. But, no. They were too lazy to get off their butts to answer a simple phone call.
The phone hummed innocently, setting of Jiyong’s cork.
He snatched it none to gracefully and nearly yelled into the mouthpiece. “What is it?!”
The gruff voice that came from the other end of the line sent Jiyong wide-eyed. “Jiyong-sii, if this is how you answer the phone…”
“M-manager!”
“Yes,” Big Bang’s manager replied. “Honestly, I know you boys are idols and all, but still stop to show some respect. There are times when I feel like you don’t care anymore. If I wasn’t here you wouldn’t be here, mind you.
“…!” Jiyong’s breath hitched. Inspiration was knocking on his door and was threatening to leave again.
“Why did I call again? Oh yeah. I’ve finally found a replacement housekeeper. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes, so I want you boys to get the place cleaned up. I can’t imagine what it looks like now.”
“Yes, hyung,” Jiyong said, absently.
“Wait, I’m not finished. Remember to make yourselves presentable. I wouldn’t want you guys giving off the wrong impression.”
“Ok, will do,” Jiyong’s fingers itched to get the words into the computer.
“And Jiyong,”
“Yes, hyung?”
“Try not to lose this one,” Manager said with a slight sigh.
“Yes, I understand. We’ll work hard.”
“And don’t forget to-”
“Bye!”
Jiyong slapped the phone down into the charger and rushed his fingers to the keyboard. Everything was flowing straight from his brain through the keyboard and to the computer screen.
A few minutes later Seungri came from the bathroom remembering to flush the toilet but neglecting to wash his hands. He placed his germy fingers on Jiyong’s shoulder, trying to get his attention.
“Who was on the phone?”
The leader stopped typing and rubbed his aching fingers, surveying his work. “I finally did it,” he said breathlessly. “What were you saying, Maknae?” Only Seungri could interrupt Jiyong’s work without being killed.
“Who called?”
“Manager-hyung.”
Seunghyun, who had been waiting for Jiyong to speak up ever since he hung up on their manager, sat on his yoga mat and exchanged looks with Seungri. “And?” he said, lifting an eyebrow.
“He said he was coming over with a new housekeeper.”
“Great.” Seunghyun stood up and stretched. “When’s he coming?”
“Ehh,” Jiyong cocked his head to the side trying to remember. “In twenty minutes.”
Seunghyun sauntered over to the window with his arms folded. “Twenty minutes from the phone call or from now?”
“The phone call.”
“You answered it around 3:00, right?”
“I guess,” Jiyong answered, unsure.
“What time is it now?”
Youngbae rolled up his magazine and tossed it across the room, missing the newspaper bin. He glanced at the clock. “3:20.”
“Ok.”
The room stayed quiet Jiyong stared at the computer; the screen light ghosting over his face, Seunghyun looked at nothing in particular out the window, and Youngbae fiddled with his fingers. It stayed like this for a while, the room grasping this rare moment when everyone was hushed and in their own world far away from each other. Until something clicked in Seungri’s brain.
“OH MY GOSH, GUYS! HE’S GONNA BE HERE ANY MINUTE!!”
His statement rendered everyone to realization as they dashed from their places, scrambling to clean the apartment. Seunghyun rolled up his yoga mat and Youngbae picked up his magazine and arranged the newspaper bin. While Seungri grabbed an apron and rushed to the kitchen, laboring in front of the sink trying vainly to get rid of the week’s worth of dishes that had collected on the counter. Jiyong was in the bathroom combing down his dishelved morning hair.
Their manager couldn’t afford to lose another housekeeper. And they loved their manager-hyung for being so good to them, that they had to pay him back in their best behavior. They had gone through so many ahjummas that they were starting to find a pattern
She arrives. She inspects. She tries to teach Seungri bathroom etiquette. She fails. Something bad happens (not always concerning Seungri). She leaves.
It hadn’t always been like that. Their first housekeeper had stayed with them so long, that she became their bonding grandmother. But a relative died and she had to leave. From then on their problems started.
The first replacement was decent. But they had gotten so used to the old ahjumma that they started treating her like the previous. Finally, she left. After being “halmoni”-ed a hundred times a day and having to bake cookies almost every morning. She said her self-esteem couldn’t take it any more, since she was still young enough to be their noona.
The third was nice and sweet. But the poor lady was nervous and high strung. One morning she found a fish in the kitchen sink and a bird in her coat pocket (thanks to Youngbae’s love of bringing home random animals). She fainted and had to be hospitalized for a week.
The fourth had relatives that were die hard fans of Big Bang. The ahjumma wouldn’t leave them alone for a second at home. Apparently, she was a clean freak and almost died when she found out that Seungri rarely washed his hands (and if he did, he would forget to flush). The same afternoon she gave Manager her resignation letter. She couldn’t cook anyway.
The fifth quit on the first day. When she knocked on their apartment door and was met by a shirtless Seungri, Seunghyun wearing nothing but boxers, Daesung with beauty cream on his face, Youngbae in his “Do it, Honey” shirt, and Jiyong in a tight pink undershirt, eyeliner, solid yellow pants, and a girly headband to complete it (not that that was abnormal)
They had been housekeeper-less for a while after that. They could not let their hyung down this time.
Jiyong dropped the comb as he heard Seungri from the living room. “He’s here!”
Seunghyun had just about accomplished making the living room decent enough. The kitchen counter was empty, the dishes drying off neatly to the side and the rest hidden under the sink. Jiyong came in time to hear the doorbell ring.
Seungri was still struggling with the apron, jumping up and down like a child.
“Get this off!” Seungri he shrieked desperately at Seunghyun, who was fighting with the knot at the back.
Jiyong tapped Youngbae’s shoulder as he made way to the door to answer it. “Youngbae, your shirt.”
Youngbae’s eyes nearly dropped from their sockets when he saw himself in the infamous “Do it, Honey” t-shirt. He ran to his room to change, almost tripping on his way there.
Jiyong snickered and shook his head as he heard Youngbae’s stumbling footsteps behind him. Lifting the security chain on the door he opened it and bowed immediately. “Hello, hyung,” he said, keeping his voice as steady and polite as he could.
“Hello, Jiyong,” Manager returned.
Jiyong acknowledged their visitor. “And this must be-” he lifted his head and found his voice trailing away as he laid eyes on the new housekeeper. Instead of the ahjumma who was graying, short, stout, and wrinkled, he saw a girl staring back at him.
She was only slightly shorter than him and her hair was tied back in a long ponytail. Her bright face hinted at her innocence, but he felt an air around her that told him she was years older somewhere. Her eyes were lovely and large, eyelashes like a doll. She lifted one eyebrow at him suggesting that he had been looking for too long.
Coming back to his senses he led them both to the kitchen with all politeness he could retrieve and helped them to a seat by the kitchen table across from the other three members.
Seunghyun was sitting like a refined gentleman, Seungri looked like an innocent student who was waiting at the principle’s office (apparently, inside he was praying that Manager wouldn’t notice the slight opening under the kitchen sink that revealed the dirty dishes), and Youngbae’s cheeks were still flushed from rummaging his closet for a replacement shirt. They all looked up to see their manager and new housekeeper.
Seunghyun’s eyes widened slightly then returned to their normal state, Seungri dropped his jaw, the flushed pink on Younbae’s cheeks turned red as he straightened his collar on his polo shirt, obviously bothered by something.
Jiyong took a deprived seat beside Youngbae after the two sat down.
“She’s so young,” he heard Seungri whisper as he sat.
“I bet she’s around Dae’s age,” Youngbae whispered back.
“I can’t always stay the maknae, you know.”
Manager cleared his throat as he sent warning glances at the whispering members. “Now that we’re all settled let me introduce you to your new housekeeper. Wait.” He looked a Jiyong, his eyes almost demanding an answer. “Where’s Daesung?”
The one detail that escaped their mind.
Jiyong scratched his head, trying to make it look like it wasn’t a big deal. “Well, he’s outside….buying food.”
“Did you warn him?” Youngbae whispered.
“No, I thought you were going to do that, hyung,” Seungri answered.
“It would be more suitable if Daesung was here,” Manager said, shushing the two. “Then I would only have to introduce you all once.”
“Oh, you mean there’s five of them?” the girl asked suddenly, her voice very subdued and un-suggestive.
“Yes,” Manager nodded.
She nodded back and smiled at the four who were all hoping that Daesung wouldn’t arrive before they had a chance to warn him. “Are you all boarding students?”
A question they never heard before. Jiyong looked at the Manager and mouthed: She doesn’t know Big Bang?
Manager shook his head, frowning slightly.
The girl’s warming smile started to fade as she waited for an answer.
Youngbae was debating whether they should tell her that they were one of the most famous idol groups in Korea (which would overwhelm her) or simply say that they were a singing group in such way that would make it sound unimportant (which would be deceiving).
Making up his mind he grinned politely. “Well, you see we’re-”
“Anyeongheseyo, everybody! Daesung is home!” They heard the lock click after Daesung’s clueless greeting. He was by the door in the other room being very noisy. “It sure is hot outside!”
The noise of clothes rustling.
“Shoot, he’s shirtless,” Jiyong thought, wincing. Looking up and smiling nervously at Manager, who was the complete opposite of smiling, he nudged Youngbae and said through gritted teeth. “Go there and stop him!”
“Hyung, I can’t!” Youngbae hissed.
“Sorry, I took so long,” Daesung said completely oblivious that no one was answering him. His footsteps and voice became louder as he neared the kitchen. “They were selling these cool hats and I thought you might want one, Jiyong-hyung.”
“Why not?” Jiyong whispered, nudging Youngbae desperately.
“I haven’t zipped my pants since they came. I can’t stand up,” came the helpless reply. “Hyung, you do it! Before it’s too late!”
“Taaaadaaaa!” Daesung jumped into the kitchen ceremoniously, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes like cresents. Manager didn’t dare look. His heart couldn’t take it. The girl turned around to see the picture perfect sight. Shirtless, sweating from the heat, hands full of grocery bags (nothing wrong about that), and the most ridiculous yellow cone-shaped hat resting on his head. The happy face fell when he realized what he had just gotten himself and his fellow members into.
Jiyong groaned, wanting to melt into the kitchen floor and disappear. Youngbae choked. Seungri covered his mouth to stop the laughter that threatened to escape (he on the other hand found it funny). Seunghyun scanned Daesung from top to bottom and mumbled out his exact thoughts. “Oh sh-”
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After Story Author Side Notes:
- It doesn’t flow T_T
-There will be boy/boy pairings. Did you honestly think I was going to pair them up with the housekeeper ^_^?
- If you didn’t like it you are free to drag me in a corner and stone me.
-I wanna kill the LJ margins D_D
-Please feel free to abuse the quote. Think of it as a way of getting revenge on me for spamming your comment page with quotes…