Ficlet ~ Dysfunctional Clan ~ Bra contest!!
Description
This is an extra story that I have writen for my on-going fan fic ~ Dysfunctional Clan. There is no need for you to read that story first as this 1-shot can be read as a stand-alone fan fic. And there are Spoiler in this story too.
Anyway...
This story was written according to Jiyong P.O.V.
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Jiyong trying to be a good 'Daddy' to his 2 step-daughters and also trying to proof to Seung Hyun that he could pick a better choice of bra for Jin Joo and Mi Soo.
And which chosen bra that the 2 will pick would comes up as a winner and the winner will win a trophy (sponsored by Daesung) together a special candlelit dinner in one of the expensive restaurant. The looser will then become the slave for both the girls and the winner.
Seung Hyun Choice: ~ Marvel action printed bra.
Jiyong Choice: ~ Victoria Secret's Pink Bra
Extra...Daesung Choice: ~ Cactus Bra (?)
Extra extra...Young Bae Choice: ~ Victoria Secret's Diamond Bra
Bra image credit to Victoria Secret's (Jiyong & Young Bae choices) Google image (Seung Hyun & Daesung choices).
Foreword
“Well, there must be a prize for the winner and punishment for the loser, am I right?” I asked sarcastically. I will go against his idea of sleeping with the cowshed as a punishment which seems to be boring. I must add more spice to it.
“How about the loser will be the slave to the winner for a period of time? Like a month? And the winner will be treated with a very delicious romantic candlelit dinner at one of the expensive restaurant?” I was not prepared with my husband brightest ideas for the winner prize out of this contest. I really love the idea of the 2 of us having such a romantic candlelit dinner, just the 2 of us only, and of course, the winner should be me of course. And the idea of my husband becoming my slave for a month, wow what a grand idea.
I smiled gleefully, liking the idea by the minutes. I felt Seung Hyun legs under the table, massaging my calf. I shyly look up at him. I know both of us having the same train of thoughts. And I just realised that this is a win-win situation for us. Either of us, who will be the slave of who, between us, it will not be a matter to both of us because Seung Hyun and I will both be the winner, up until someone comes in and burst our dream bubble. Damn!
“That’s a great idea, Hyung. I could not wait to kick BOTH of your asses really hard, because me and Mr Nam Taehyun had agreed that there will be another 2 more participants in this contest!!” barked Young Bae happily. Both men stand up from their respective seats and slap each other a high-five. “Right on!!”
“When did that happen...the agreement? And who said that I will be participating in the contest?” asked Daesung dumbfounded.
“Yeah, he’s right. I didn’t hear such verbal agreement between the both of you.” I asked curiously.
“Well, the thing is dad, if you and old man can demonstrate your telepathy power all the while ruling this inn; well we learnt it from the 2 of you. Am I right, YB?” Taehyun screech jovially. “And the person with the lowest points of bras chosen will be the ultimate loser on the game.”
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