Merry F'ing Christmas
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wonderlifeAuthor: Nichole
Rated: PG-13 (for all of Chan-wook's curse words)
Word Count: 372
Story Title: Merry F'ing Christmas
Summary: Chan-wook has "bought" Ling'er a Christmas gift, but he's having some trouble setting it up.
Author's Note: Takes place during the Christmas of 2008. This piece was actually inspired by my dad, who cannot set up or work electric things to save his life. So yes, he curses at them.
“Fuck all the people in the universe.”
“Don’t swear, Ahjuhssi!” Ling’er put her hands over her ears. “Maybe you should have gotten something else?”
Fiddling with a wire, Chan-wook shook his head. “No.” silently he worked for several moments, but letting out: “Damn it to hell! This is a piece of crap!”
“Ahjuhssi!”
A deadly look in his eyes, Chan-wook turned to Linger, nearly growling, “WHAT?”
“Don’t yell.” Ling’er whispered lamely, taking her hands off her ears.
“Read the instructions then. Or I’ll have to return this.” Full of frustration, he tossed her the mantel, which Ling’er looked at with curiosity. “What?” Chan-wook could hear the exasperation his voice, but at that point he really didn’t care. At least he hadn’t cursed.
“I. . .I don’t see well enough to read this tiny print.” She seemed utterly small and pathetic at that moment. “And, I can’t read Korean. You only taught me how to speak it. Besides, you can’t return something you stole.” Ling’er finished lamely.
The truth was, she didn’t want to upset him anymore than he already was, but she wasn’t about to try and to fake her reading skills. Ahjuhssi, Mama, and Jiro had taught her daily Korean conversation and a little Japanese, but none of them had bothered about the reading or writing skills.
“You’re right.” He sighed helplessly. “Even I’m not good enough to return a stolen thing to its owners.”
Scratching his head, Chan-wook listlessly wondered if maybe he should have gotten Ling’er something else for Christmas. But, Jin had told him the gift was the height of cool in America. Besides, it had taken a lot to find a Korean family who had the game. It had taken even more to steal it. The horrors of seducing that house maid would live for Chan-wook forever.
A new determination within him, Chan-wook nodded to himself. “Right. Ling’er, get your Ahjuhssi a beer. Let’s get this Wii hooked up before Mason gets here with the others. I want a chance to finally beat those boys at a sport.”
Grinning as wide as the ocean, Ling’er did as she was told. It really was going to be a peaceful Christmas.
“Fucking piece of shit!”
Or maybe not.
Rated: PG-13 (for all of Chan-wook's curse words)
Word Count: 372
Story Title: Merry F'ing Christmas
Summary: Chan-wook has "bought" Ling'er a Christmas gift, but he's having some trouble setting it up.
Author's Note: Takes place during the Christmas of 2008. This piece was actually inspired by my dad, who cannot set up or work electric things to save his life. So yes, he curses at them.
“Fuck all the people in the universe.”
“Don’t swear, Ahjuhssi!” Ling’er put her hands over her ears. “Maybe you should have gotten something else?”
Fiddling with a wire, Chan-wook shook his head. “No.” silently he worked for several moments, but letting out: “Damn it to hell! This is a piece of crap!”
“Ahjuhssi!”
A deadly look in his eyes, Chan-wook turned to Linger, nearly growling, “WHAT?”
“Don’t yell.” Ling’er whispered lamely, taking her hands off her ears.
“Read the instructions then. Or I’ll have to return this.” Full of frustration, he tossed her the mantel, which Ling’er looked at with curiosity. “What?” Chan-wook could hear the exasperation his voice, but at that point he really didn’t care. At least he hadn’t cursed.
“I. . .I don’t see well enough to read this tiny print.” She seemed utterly small and pathetic at that moment. “And, I can’t read Korean. You only taught me how to speak it. Besides, you can’t return something you stole.” Ling’er finished lamely.
The truth was, she didn’t want to upset him anymore than he already was, but she wasn’t about to try and to fake her reading skills. Ahjuhssi, Mama, and Jiro had taught her daily Korean conversation and a little Japanese, but none of them had bothered about the reading or writing skills.
“You’re right.” He sighed helplessly. “Even I’m not good enough to return a stolen thing to its owners.”
Scratching his head, Chan-wook listlessly wondered if maybe he should have gotten Ling’er something else for Christmas. But, Jin had told him the gift was the height of cool in America. Besides, it had taken a lot to find a Korean family who had the game. It had taken even more to steal it. The horrors of seducing that house maid would live for Chan-wook forever.
A new determination within him, Chan-wook nodded to himself. “Right. Ling’er, get your Ahjuhssi a beer. Let’s get this Wii hooked up before Mason gets here with the others. I want a chance to finally beat those boys at a sport.”
Grinning as wide as the ocean, Ling’er did as she was told. It really was going to be a peaceful Christmas.
“Fucking piece of shit!”
Or maybe not.
