i was trying to do ensembles but i was writing and something led me to this crackfic. D:

Bom is feeling just a little bit tipsy. No, she has not had any alcoholic beverages, but she's gotten away with sneaking a whole cob of corn under Master Hwang's nose. It makes her feel good and a little buzzed to know that the kernels are save inside her belly.

So when she knocks on President Yang's door, she's smiling all goofy-like. When President Yang sees this, he frowns.

"What is it?" he asks curtly. "I'm busy."

"I was just...you know, Boss, wondering."

President Yang is this close to rolling his eyes.

"Wondering? Bom, look. Listen. Your voice instructor will be here tomorrow at four. You're other 2NE1 schedules are with one of your managers. Master Hwang asks if you could please show up to the monthly jogs around Ilsan Park once in a while. And don't think for a second that you got away with that corn on the cob with butter smeared all over. Because I saw it and that means I'm telling Master Hwang."

President Yang says this all in, what seems to be, one breath; he doesn't even break the rhythm of the tap tap tap on his computer keyboard. A low toned voice but with catching peeks of a high pitch: it grates on Bom's nerves and she finally wakes up from her dream walk.

"No, no, no Boss Yang. I'm here to ask about our other assignment."

Bom stands up straighter and cocks a brow. Boss Yang stops typing and sighs.

"What did I tell you about speaking about private matters above ground?"

"Not to."

"Well?"

Bom sighs then breaks her perfect posture to slump to one side, standing askew.

"Then may I request a meeting downstairs? A few of us are already assembled."

Boss Yang resumes typing. Bom peeks and it looks like he's writing on his blog.

"You need a written request" Boss Yang deadpans. "Forms are with my secretary. Go."

***

Bom finds Kush joking around with Taeyang on the third floor.

"Give me the forms."

"What forms?" asks Kush. He fakes a sock to Youngbae's stomach. "Are you talking about music sheets? Can you please stop acting all alien 4D and speak normal?"

Bom's mouth twitches and she narrows her eyes.

"I mean the forms for a downstairs meeting. Boss Yang told me to ask you so."

"Damn it" Kush says, finally turning to face Bom. "I told the Boss that I would not be his secretary!"

Bom shrugs and Kush gives her the forms anyway.

"You two should get down there too" Bom tells them. "A couple of us are already down there."

Youngbae smiles an eye-smile that rivals Daesung's.

"Noona" Youngbae says. "You're not acting like yourself today."

Bom just snorts, pen poised over the form, thinking hard.

Youngbae steps in closer as Kush continues to grumble about being forced into acting as Boss Yang's secretary.

"And don't think no one saw about that corn you ate this morning" Youngbae whispers. "I saw youuuu."

Bom rolls her eyes. Had there been anyone who hadn't seen? She turns slightly to ignore him, but then she spies his fingers wiggling dangerously close to her waist.

Whipping her long ponytail around, Bom slaps Youngbae unwittingly in the face.

"Don't you dare Dong Youngbae. If you even try to roll me on the ground, I swear I'll..."

The door clicks open when Bom's in mid-sentence. It's Jinu. He doesn't look so good.

"Boss Yang wants to know if you're done with the forms, Bom. He's ready to go downstairs and he's not happy about you being so slow."

Youngbae snorts into the palm of his hand.

"A-yo!" Jinu yells, self-conscious. "It's not like I'm his messenger boy or anything."

"Right" says Kush. "Hyung, if you're not Prez Yang's lackey then I'm not his secretary."

Bom giggles with a turned head.

"Shit" says Kush.

***

After Bom hands the form over to Jinu, she stalks the halls of the YG building, letting the right people know about the ultra secret meeting downstairs. By the time, Bom's rounded up about three or so people, she remembers that she's left Jiyong and Minji down there for a while. Before she had left, Jiyong had been poking at Minji's hair. And by the way Minji's leg had been twitching, Bom wouldn't be surprised if Jiyong had had a swift kick to the crotch by now.

Bom walks briskly to the stairs. Though the elevator reached all floors above ground, only the stairs led to the secret meeting place. It was a blessing that President Yang was in on this operation. Because if not, Bom would have had to find a new place for meetings as Team Leader of this outfit.

She opens the door, then pretends to ignore the inquiring faces of the people assembled at the table. She walks deliberately to the dry erase board and writes: "OkSaMo Meeting".

She turns dramatically and Dara, who's been waiting there the whole time, claps. She's the only one who does, but Bom pays no mind.

"Everyone" Bom says with a smile. "Welcome to the Oksusu Sarang Moim*, Meeting number fifty eight."

People at the table mumble their hello's. President Yang just sits back with his eyes closed at the far end. Jinu and Kush sit beside President Yang and play rock, paper, scissors on who should poke President Yang awake. Dara, as always, sits in the way front, eyes in rapt attention. Minji sits beside Dara; and though Bom knows that Minji doesn't really like corn, Bom appreciates the support. Jiyong swivels in his chair and bumps shoes with Seunghyun and Youngbae.

"I saw you eat corn this morning!" Youngbae blurts out.

Bom sighs.

"That's actually what I'm here to talk about. I've discovered a new stand that makes these cobs that are to die for..."

***

The meeting adjourns and the club members file out in twos and threes. Dara stays behind to help Bom lock the club room door and to clean up.

"A pretty good turn out wouldn't you say, Prez?"

Bom grins mischievously.

"I would says so Vice Prez. Now if only we could recruit CL..."

As Bom and Dara chat, walking up the stairs, behind them, a paper falls to the ground. It's a sign that had been posted up on the door.

It reads: "OKSAMO BOMSAMO"

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*"OkSaMo" stands for "Oksusu Sarang Moim" or 옥수수를 사랑하는사람들의 모임. Basically this translates to "Club for People Who Love Corn."
This would mean that "BOMSAMO" stands for "Bom Sarang Moim" or 봄를 사랑하는사람들의 모임. And this translates to "Club for People Who Love Bom".

okay, and i just spotted a bunch of typos. D: sorry. i c/p the unedited version.

This makes me so happy, you don't even know. I was smiling the whole time I read it (so glad I'm home alone). I loved the secrecy, and Kush being and not being YG's secretary, and just everyone's little interactions. And the details about the club name, I loved that. I really like your writing style, but all the details just made it brilliant. Thank you ♥

;~; you likey? \o/
it was fun to write and not my usual writing style...or maybe it was. :P
glad you liked it :)

I really, really do :) Thank you again ♥

It takes Jonghyun approximately two seconds to become jealous of Choi Minho—he stands in Jinki’s doorway, fingers lightly touching the top of the frame as he walks in, and Jonghyun can’t help but glare. Minho’s either used to it, or he just doesn’t notice; he smiles easily at Jinki and gives Jonghyun a curt nod. The jealousy only builds as Jinki pours Minho a glass of his best Belgian beer, gushing about how happy he is to have him join the team. When Jonghyun became Jinki’s partner, there was no such fanfare, just a grateful hug (of course, they’re much richer now, but it’s the principle of it that counts).

It takes Jonghyun another twenty minutes to become afraid of Minho. His voice is quiet and deep, his sentences concise, but it’s the focus in his eyes that makes Jonghyun’s skin crawl. He wonders, only somewhat jokingly, if Minho’s ever killed someone—he listens intently as Jinki describes their next project, drumming his fingers against the side of his glass a little too hard. Sure, Lee Investigations has conducted missions veering on the not-so-legal, but it’s always been the two of them, and, with the exception of Jinki’s exceptional hacking skills and Jonghyun’s sweet-talking, they’re clean as whistles. Minho’s young, but Jonghyun’s met bounty hunters halfway through middle school. He squirms and averts his gaze.

“So, that’ll be your first project with us, Minho,” Jinki says, voice full of warmth. “As you can see, we’re not a big group, but we pride ourselves on the quality of our work and it’ll only get better with you on the team. Right, Jonghyun?”

He twitches. “Jonghyun?”

“Yeah,” he says, grimacing at how weak his voice sounds. He extends a shaky hand. “Welcome to Lee Investigations, Minho.”

--

The mission is this: Minho and Jonghyun enter the Hyundai building after hours. When they arrive, Minho keeps the security guards at bay while Jonghyun runs downstairs. Jinki hacks the security system, keeping any potential lasers or poison gases at bay, and Jonghyun uses the passcodes he got from the president’s flirty daughter to steal the time-traveling device Hyundai’s been shopping on the black market. Minho drives around to the back, and they deliver the device to the Blue House at 10:30—just enough time to find an ice cream shop for their celebratory dessert.

Jonghyun’s done several projects like this alone, and he has no idea why Jinki wants Minho to tag along—until Minho pulls up to Jonghyun’s apartment in a sportscar, parallel-parking with ease in front of his doorstep.

“Fuck you, Jinki,” Jonghyun spits into his cell phone as he opens the passenger door. “So you hired a chauffeur. How many accidents have I had?”

“Jonghyun, you don’t have a license.”

“None.” He sniffs. “I see how it is, hyung. Loyalty means nothing to you now that we’re hotshots, hmm?”

“Minho is qualified,” Jinki says, wearily. “In addition to his stellar driving, he’s good with hand-to-hand combat, speaks perfect Chinese, and can outrun almost every security guard in Seoul.”

Jonghyun frowns. “So can I.”

“Barely.”

“Okay, you win for now” he says. “But if Minho does something wrong, you’re buying me an ice cream cake.”

Jinki snorts. “Highly unlikely. Get to work.”

Jonghyun slides his phone back into his pocket with a sigh, startling when he still hears a noise coming from his left—Minho’s leaning his head against the steering wheel, shoulders shaking, and it dawns on Jonghyun that he’s laughing. So robots have feelings, he observes bitterly. “Hey, newbie,” he mumbles. “What’s so funny.”

Minho leans back and smiles at Jonghyun for the first time. “I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s just…the way you…I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “You’re funny, I guess.”

Jonghyun winces; Minho’s worked under him for less than 24 hours and he’s already lost all of his authority. “I’ll have you know that I’ve derailed five of f(x)’s heists,” he says.

Minho pulls onto the road. “Really?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “What about the one they pulled off yesterday, then?”

Jonghyun’s jaw drops. “W-we were busy with you, remember?”

“Oh, right.” He smiles to himself, which Jonghyun takes as a bad sign. “I’m only joking. After my interview, Jinki-hyung”—Jonghyun frowns at the intimacy—“told me all about you. It’s pretty impressive, how much you guys have accomplished without any training in combat or investigating. It’s hard to believe the most successful underground investigations firm in the city is made up of a math whiz and a vocal performance major.”

“Well, thank you—“

“But just so you know, hyung,” Minho continues, “Don’t count on that ice cream cake.”

Jonghyun folds his arms. “You’re new,” he says. “Even seasoned veterans make mistakes.”

Minho laughs. “I don’t mean to brag, but do you remember Park Jinyoung?”

“JYP?” Jonghyun does. He’d auditioned for his company when he was in high school, before he met Jinki. He thanks his lucky stars every morning that he didn’t get in. After decades in the business, someone—the press never gave out the name—posed as a trainee, only to find out that the burnouts became part of JYP’s experiments. He’d used dozens in his quest to create the first perfect bionic idol, until the undercover trainee beat him to a pulp and left him handcuffed to the railing outside City Hall. “I’m a music major, of course I remember him.”

Minho nods solemnly. “That was me.”

Jonghyun whimpers.

I adore this. I loved Jonghyun's jealousy, and his annoyance at Minho's familiarity with both him and Jinki, and Jonghyun and Jinki as a team (and the implied growth there, the starting from scratch and working up to thwarting f(x) and working for the government), and most of all how they're all skilled but still so them.

I don't mean to brag lol sure you don't. I loved the details about Minho, and the stuff Jonghyun focuses on - his smiling at Jinki but not Jonghyun, calling him a robot.

And the ice cream cake. :D I love that it's not a drink, or ... I don't even know, actually, nothing technical or expensive or even very adult. Ice cream cake. lol

♥♥♥♥♥

Thank you so much, this was such a joy to read :D

I'm really glad (and relieved!) you enjoyed it! I love jongho but haven't written it much so I'm glad it worked for you :)

"Minho~ why do you treat me like this?"

"Like how, sire?"

"Like a fucking princess! I'm a man, for crying out loud!"

Minho parked the car in front of the Kim residence and looked at Jonghyun through the rearview mirror. "But you are a prince, sir, and I'm merely your bodyguard."

Jonghyun pouted and huffed, crossing his arms across his chest and looked away to the window. Minho sighed and got out of the car, opening the door for Jonghyun. He stubbornly sat there glaring at the tall man. Minho sighed again and carried him abruptly princess style, causing the other to scream and struggle. "Yah! Choi Minho! Put me down, you tall alien frog!"

"No can do, Master. I have to take care of your leg."

Jonghyun grumbled in irritation as Minho carried him inside the mansion. "It's your fault I'm like this."

"You insisted on trying out for the soccer team, Prince Jjong."

"Would you stop with the nicknames?! And for the record, I would've gotten that ball if it weren't for you!"

"Sir, that ball was deliberately kicked to you. I intercepted so it wouldn't go straight for your crotch area." Minho stopped walking and stared at Jonghyun unemotionally. "And for the record, you sprained your ankle from running away from schoolgirls. They just wanted to see if you were okay."

Jonghyun continued to mutter to himself as Minho carried him up the spiral staircase and into Jonghyun's bedroom. There, Minho carefully place him on the bed then quickly got the first aide kit. As Minho wrapped the sprained ankle with a bandage wrap, Jonghyun randomly asked, "Minho, if I was poor, would you take me in?"

Minho paused and glanced at Jonghyun for a second before smiling softly at him. Jonghyun felt lucky to see him smile on suc rare occassions.

"For you, Master, I would."

Jonghyun's heart fluttered at that moment and silently blushed as Minho finished fixing his ankle and ruffled his hair.






Minho heard a knock at his front door on a rainy day and answered it. "Hello? Who's - Prince Jjong?!" He gapsed, seeing Jonghyun drenched from the rain, and he appears to still be crying.

He pulled the short prince into his shabby small house and locked the door. He immediately got a dry towel from the bathroom and made Jonghyun change into his own dry clothes, which turned out to be loose for him. Minho sat Jonghyun down on the couch and gave him a cup of hot chocolate, to which the prince drank well despite shivering from the cold.

"Prince Jjong, what happened?"

Jonghyun remained quiet, and before Minho could interrogate him more, his house phone rang. He answered the call. "Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Choi. It appears we heed not need your services anymore. You, as of today, do not have a Master to be a butler of."

Minho grew confused and asked over the phone, "May I ask why I am being fired, sir?" He noticed Jonghyun flinch, which meant that he had something to do with it.

"Well, it appears that there will no longer be a prince in this household for you to be of service with, sir."

".....I understand. Thank you for your time."

"We believe you will do well in your next career position you will manage to obtain. I shall send your severance pay within 2 weeks."

"Okay, thank you. Goodbye."

Minho hung up and put the phone down, staring at Jonghyun who hung his head low and sniffled.

"Prince Jjong, what happened? How did you get kicked out of your own family?" he asked softly.

Jonghyun started sobbing and hugged Minho out of nowhere. "I-I told t-them.....all m-my family members......I'm g-gay....and they just shunned me!" he shouted.

Minho frowned and squeezed him tightly against his chest. "Shhh....it's okay, Prince Jjong. You still have me...." he whispered against his temple and kissed it. Jonghyun's eyes widened and he blushed, but he made sure never to tell him.

He has to hide it from Minho so that he doesn't get shunned from his place, too.

The reason why he turned gay was because of him.

Choi Minho, his guardian.






"Step aside, faggot!" One boy called out as he pushed Jonghyun aside in the hallway of a public school. Jonghyun whimpered as he fell on the floor, cringing in fear as students around him started laughing at his misery.

Ever since Jonghyun was banished immediately from his family and Minho got fired, the two had gotten expelled from the prestige school for rich kids right away. With Minho's grades, however, he was able to enroll back into public school, where average people go to. Jonghyun was only lucky that he managed to obtain a choir scholarship from there, because frankly, his grades sucked really bad. Luckily for Jonghyun, Minho started tutoring him whenever he had the time and by the next 2 months, Jonghyun caught up with the rest of his classmates. As for money and rent, Minho started working part-time at a nearby cafe. Jonghyun wanted to work, too, but Minho refused to let him do work unless it's housework or schoolwork.

"Leave him alone."

The entire hallway gasped and made room for Minho to walk through the crowdful of students. Minho stared coldly at the boy who pushed Jonghyun. Jonghyun looked up at him, tears nearly spilling from his eyelids. He noticed how extremely cold he acted towards all people except for him.

The boy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Why do you always protect this fellow? He's got muscles like yours and can protect himself!" he exclaimed and pointed at Jonghyun. He started laughing as Jonghyun slowly stood up from his fall. "Then again, that faggot's shorter than my girlfriend! And she's younger than him!" Everyone in the hallway started laughing along with him.

One single tear on Jonghyun's face encouraged Minho to step forward and punch the boy square in the jaw. The boy fought back, hitting Minho in the stomach. Minho barely flinched, making everyone at the scene scared of what he might do next.

Minho pulled the boy by the collar and stuffed him in an open locker. He slammed it shut and took a mop from a janitor who just arrived at the scene. He made sure the mop handle was secure on the handlebars of 3 lockers, just so that the person in the middle locker wouldn't get out.

Everyone gasped and grew quiet immediately. Minho stalked his way towards Jonghyun and held his hand firmly yet soft and caring. Jonghyun felt surprise at the control of emotions that Minho possessed - he was mean and cruel to everyone else except for him. Why was that?

He decided to ask him as they turned around a corner and headed towards the soccer field, where he and Minho usually hang out because the soccer team were the only people to be genuinely nice to them.

"Minho, why....why do you treat me differently from the others? Is it because I'm gay?" Jonghyun hesitantly asked. His breath hitched as he felt Minho stop walking beside him. He didn't dare look at the taller male; he was scared of making him angry.

"......hyung, the guy who bullied you last week was gay. I treated him the same way I treated the guy who pushed you today." Minho bluntly reminded the other.

Jonghyun frowned, confusion written all over his face. "Then....it's just me? Why?"

Before he knew it, Minho tilted his chin to make him look up at him, their gazes connecting.

"Because you're the only exception."

Jonghyun's heart fluttered to the extreme and decided to do what he always wanted to do around Minho. He leaned up to him and kissed him briefly on the lips. Minho was shocked at his hyung's actions. When Jonghyun didn't feel a response, he pulled away and blushed deep red.

"I'm sorry! I wanted to - aish, this isn't how I wanted to confess! Umm - it's just that you make me blush all the time and dammit I always feel special when you treat me different than others and I understand that you don't feel the same way but please don't kick me out of your house - " His speech was interrupted with Minho's lips over his. It was his turn to be shocked.

Minho slowly pulled away and chuckled, something that people rarely see and only Jonghyun can see it. "I love you, hyung. Even before you got kicked out." Jonghyun gasped at the sudden confession. "That's why I treat you differently than the rest of your family in the household back then, and that's why I'm only smiling at you instead of other people around me. It's because you are the only one I want to be with."

Jonghyun couldn't suppress the goofy smile on his face after Minho kissed him again, this time deeper and longer.

"Because you're the only exception."

aww ♥ Thank you for writing this for me.

Hehe~ you're welcome. :)
This kacts thing is pretty fun to write.

It is! Did you see they moved to dreamwidth and started another round? I think it's kacts.dreamwidth.org but I'm not sure.

(btw, sorry for such a late reply. Between finals and family holiday stuff I haven't been online at all in weeks)

[it's ok~ same here]

Just checked the link, thanks. You think I should enter it again? My own list?

I think so, if you're planning to participate again. I don't know how these things work in other fandoms, but it seems like the kind of thing where if you want to participate, you keep signing up for the current round. I don't think it has to be a new list, but signing up again makes your list easier for others to find.