Theme: Introduction
Fandom: Taecbum
Characters: Taecyeon, Jaebum

A/N: Yeah, Jay's in this one. Please don't kill me.


"Okay, kids, this is your new roommate, Park Jaebum. He's older than all of you, so you better have shitloads of respect for the man."

The boy's dorm leader slammed the door, leaving Jaebum and the crew in awkward silence.

Jay stared at them.

They stared back.

One of them - a guy with Gucci glasses and a beanie - stood up and broke the silence, "Hey, what's up with the pink shirt?" he interjected, poking at Jay's clothes, "It's so... girlish."

"Yeah man," another stood up and started pulling on the new tenant's shirt, "it's so pink and girly and... pink."

Soon after, all the other boys started picking on Jay - laughing at his fashion and throwing names at him. And that's when the newbie went ballistic.

He tore his shirt, pounded his chest, and screamed like a lunatic. Then Jay killed all of the people in the room and no one ever messed with him again.

No, not really. That didn't really happen. What REALLY happened was..

The last roommate, a tall and big-toothed guy, went up to the circle of people. He pushed them aside, "Guys, what the hell. Just leave him alone. Geez."

"C'mon, Taec. We were just joking. It's not like we were gonna beat him up or anything. (Though that'd be pretty fun.)"

The man addressed as 'Taec' swung his arm around Jaebum, "Whatever. Just piss off, I'm sick of you guys and your obnoxious...ness."

And Taec left the room... with Jay. The place filled with awkward silence.

"What now?" the boys questioned each other.

"Let's... throw water balloons at the janitors!" spoke up one.

"YEAH~!"


Somewhere far away... like, the cafeteria or something, Taecyeon and Jay were having an intense conversation.

"What!" Taec shook his head, "There's no way Eevee is cuter than Pikachu!"

"Nuh-uh!" the other fired back, "Eevee has huge-ass eyes compared to Pikachu! And they sparkle. SPARKLE~~"

"Tch, whatever. Big eyes don't mean shit when it comes to cuteness."

Jaebum smirked, "You wouldn't know. You have eyes the size of a grain of rice."

"Like you're one to talk," Taec retorted, "I could blindfold you with a string of dental floss*."

"Shut up."

The two sipped their beverages (the ones that they bought that I didn't mention because I was too lazy to).

"Hey, so... I'm sorry about how my friends were acting," apologized the BFG, err.. I mean, the tall man.

Jay smiled and nodded, "It's a'ight. I've met a fair amount of douches before."

Taec let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he could get that off his chest, now everything could be a lot less awkward at night. And at night, he meant the fact that he had to share his bed with the newcomer. 'Damn bed shortages,' he thought to himself... while shaking his fist in the air... to no one in particular.

Taec's stomach gurgled. And rather loudly at that.

He clutched his stomach, "Man, I'm so hungry."

"Yeah, me too," agreed the shorter Asian, "I could really go for a bag of dried mangoes right now.."

"Ew. :("

Jay was puzzled. He had never before heard someone reject something as delicious as a bag of dried mangoes. I mean, c'mon! They were DRIED MANGOES.

"W-what do you mean?" he asked, still a bit confused.

"Dried mangoes?" Taec scrunched his face in disgust, "That's nasty. All fruits are nasty. Even tomatoes. And I'm not even sure if that's a fruit."

"Dried mangoes nasty? You're out of your mind, man," Jay said, shaking his head.

The younger (but much, much taller) boy scoffed, "Whatever."

"Here, man. I'll introduce you to the beauty and wonders of dried mangoes," Jay insisted, "Let's go to the supermarket."


After much hesitation, Taecyeon finally agreed and the duo went to visit the nearest supermarket in town.

"Ah, there it is~~" Jaebum took a bag from the top shelf (with some assistance) and exclaimed, "This is the best brand. The very best brand of mango."

"Whatever.." replied the other male.

The two waited in line, and after some unnecessary groping from the nunas with evil intentions**, they purchased their precious item and sat down on a bench outside to enjoy the mangoes.

"What a nice day," noted the older boy, "A perfect day to eat dried mangoes."

It was raining.

Taec peered into the bag after Jay opened it. He frowned, "That shit looks revolting. You eat this stuff?"

Jay, taking and handful and shoving it into his mouth, replied, "Ffdjaslf dfjkfj! (Of course I do!)"

He took a piece and stuck it in Taec's hand.

The disgusted dongsaeng examined it thoroughly and gulped, "Well, it seems clean. I guess.. I should eat it.. right now."

He placed it on his tongue and began to chew softly.

The delectable flavor of mango filled his mouth. It's tangy goodness made his toes curl; it's sugary-sweet taste curved his lips into a smile; it's sour tang made the hairs on his neck stand***.

"HOLY SHI-"

And after Ok Taecyeon was introduced to the greatness of the mango, he spread his mango love to his roommates; who later debuted as 2PM with Taecyeon, infected those that watched their interviews/variety shows/radio appearances with an everlasting love of dried mangoes. ...And then they ruled the world. The end. :)


Footnotes:
*I got that quote from Ellie... who is from SeoulBeats... which was created by SeoulBeats.
**While watching a 2PM interview, that person's username kept popping up. What a cunning name.
***I'm sorry if I made mangoes sound unappetizing to you.