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From a different view, these two together was unthinkable. Han Jisung and Hwang Hyunjin were always bickering, so getting along was as if the world was ending. After some time in the closet to think over their feelings, they came out as...close friends. Very close. Close enough for people to think that they were dating. Close enough for them to feel their cheeks warm when they’re together. Like now.
Jisung giggled into Hyunjin’s dark long hair as he was carried around on the other’s back in the green meadows.
“Jinnie, where are we going?”
“Shush, it’s a surprise. Ask that question one more time and I swear I’ll drop you.” Hyunjin threatened, contrasting the smile he wore on his face as he walked deeper through the flowers.
The sun shone high in the blue sky, so vividly blue yet the air was warm and breezy that it made the scent of blooming flowers sweet. It was perfect.
Jisung closed his eyes and felt the warm sunbeams kiss his face. He grinned.
“Jinnie, where are we going?”
Jisung’s eyes shot open as he felt himself falling backwards. With a thump, he felt himself land against the hard ground.
“Ow!” He whined, staring up at Hyunjin’s raised eyebrow and smile.
“I told you not to ask me that again. That’s on you for testing my patience. Lucky for you, we’re here.”
Jisung sat up and stared at the beautiful surroundings around him. They were on a hilltop, the yellow flowers littered the area below. Bright butterflies fluttered nearby, one stopping to land on his nose. He blinked, and stared at it’s slowly flapping wings, before it flew away at the sound of a camera click.
“You look so cute.” Hyunjin smiled, doting on his new favorite photo. “The butterfly must’ve thought you were some pretty flower.”
Jisung blushed, and grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist to pull him down next to him. “...You’re the pretty flower here. How’d you know of this place anyways?”
“Ha. It’s actually because my car ran out of gas one day, so I had to wait for a tow truck to come.” Hyunjin scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. “I decided to wander around until they came and I found this. Ever since, I’ve come whenever I needed a place to think. It’s a special place, and...you’re the only one who knows about it now too.”
Jisung smirked. “Does that mean I’m special to you?”
Hyunjin felt his ears begin to warm as he rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. Why else would I show this place to you?”
Jisung raised an eyebrow and turned to look forwards again.
And tackled Hyunjin to the green grassy floor.
“-Oomf!” Hyunjin grunted as he made contact, feeling his waist enveloped in Jisung’s arms. He looked down in surprise, and felt his cheeks turn crimson when he saw Jisung’s face look back up at him.
“That’s kinda gay.”
“We’re both gay.”
Hyunjin laughed, and cupped the other’s cheek.
“Jisung, what do you want from life? I’m curious.”
“What do I want? How can I think about what I want when all I want right now is you?” Jisung blurted out, slamming his mouth shut as soon as he finished. He looked at Hyunjin’s pink cheeks, knowing he probably looked the exact same at that moment.
Hyunjin’s smile met his sparkling eyes. “Well you can start thinking about it. Because I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
Their lips touched, kisses as light as a fluffy cloud. Hyunjin pulled himself closer to Jisung, deepening their kiss before pulling away.
“That was our first kiss.” He giggled, interlacing his fingers with Jisung’s.
“I already want our second.” Jisung whined.
Hyunjin landed a kiss on his forehead. “You can have one in a bit. The flutter is about to take off.”
“A what?”
“A flutter. It’s what you call a group of butterflies that fly together.” Hyunjin smiled, pulling Jisung up.
The two stared towards the pinkening sky, and slowly but surely, one by one butterflies began taking off as a cluster. They flew left and right, up and down, covering the sunset sky above the two as they held hands. As the last of the butterflies began leaving, Hyunjin turned to Jisung.
“Just like those butterflies, I want to fly with someone. And I want to flutter with you.” He smiled.
“Then we’ll just have to fly forever.”
Their lips touched, too focused on each other to notice the few butterflies decorating their hair and clothing as the stars began to shine.
- (A SKZ Minsung Fanfic based from my poll on twt (@hquokkah)!! DISCLAIMER: This is not meant to be taken seriously in any way. I wrote this just for fun.)
A fanfic scenario where two boys, Han Jisung and Lee Minho get accidently stuck in a decently sized closet because of clean up duty.
“Why is this so fucking...big?!”
“What else would you expect?”
Jisung barely kept his balance as he carried his end of a large box with Minho. “Of course we had to get put on cleaning duty…” He grumbled. This was certainly the perfect activity to be doing with your crush.
“We are part of the Student Council. Of course it’s our duty to clean after the party, lazy ass.” Chan scolded, opening the storage closet for them. “Felix, you can put the table cloths in that box over there.”
“Got it.” Felix chirped, putting the items into place.
“CHAN!” A voice called out from the hallway.
Chan jumped, startled at the sudden yell of his name.
“Is everything all right Hyunjin?”
“EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT MY ASS?! CHANGBIN ACCIDENTALLY LIT THE DECORATIONS ON FIRE WITH A LIGHTER AND POTATO CHIPS.”
“HE WHAT?! THAT SHIT COST ALMOST $500-”
“Why is that such a Changbin thing to do?” Minho muttered, moving further in with Jisung to find a spot for the box.
Hyunjin blinked at him. “So you're telling me you’re not the least bit concerned?”
“Pfft! If I was super concerned I’d look like Chan right now.” He laughed, glancing at the older man running a hand through his hair and hitting his head against the wall.
“Um,” Felix started, “Do you guys think we should help him? What if he burns the school dow-”
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“CHANGBIN WHY’D YOU SPILL THE CHIPS ON THE FLOOR WHAT THE FU-” Seungmin distantly shouted.
“-NOT THE FIRE ALARM?!” Jeongin interrupted.
“CHANGBIN…” Chan warned, running down the corridor with Hyunjin and Felix.
“Oh my god, my back is being a bitch.” Jisung groaned, setting the box down.
“You're old.”
“BUT YOU’RE OLDER THAN ME??”
Slam. Click!
“What the fuck was that-” Jisung muttered, turning around.
The red storage closet door faced him, if doors could talk this one would be laughing it’s ass off.
“No. NO!” The boy shouted, running towards it and slamming his hands against the door. “LET US OUT! LET US FREE! OR ELSE I’LL RATE THIS PLACE 0 STARS! FUCK YOUUU!!”
“Um, maybe try pulling down on the handle?” Minho sighed, moving over to him. “It’s literally the first thing you should’ve don-”
He frowned, staring down at the metal handle as he repeatedly pulled down on it.
Chik. Chik. Chik.
“Well, fuck.”
It was Minho’s turn to bang on the door. “I DIDN’T PAY FOR THIS HELLHOLE TO GET STUCK IN THE FUCKING CLOSET HELLO? LET ME OUT OR I’LL BEAT YOUR FLAT ASS!”
“WOW. So it’s let ‘me’ out and not ‘us’ for you? Psh. Okay then.” Jisung pouted.
“It’s called priorities!!”
Jisung had his head in his hands at this point. He was stuck in a decently sized storage closet. With his friend Lee Minho. Well, more like a love interest.
What is this? A K-Drama? Jisung inwardly groaned, feeling butterflies already.
“Whatever! We’re stuck. What are we supposed to do now?!” Jisung sighed. “I have zero signal.”
“Find a way out.”
“And how, genius?”
“Well, first- Check if that window is open.” Minho said, gesturing to the rectangular window at the top of the wall.
“It’s too high up.”
“Let me get on your shoulders.”
“Bitch?? Do you think I’m letting you rub your dirty sneakers on my cute new sweater?”
“In this case when we’re stuck in a medium to small sized storage closet? Yes?”
“Nope. Cause like you said! It’s called priorities!!” Jisung grinned, mimicking his tone.
“Finee. Then hurry up and get on me.” The other boy grumbled.
“Happily.” Jisung smiled, climbing on and suddenly raised into the air. He felt Minho’s hands on his thighs steadying him as they moved towards the window. Jisung couldn’t help but notice the boy’s brown hair, looking so soft and fluffy as if it was literally the softest thing in the world.
Why the hell does this look so unbearably fluffy? Jisung thought. Oh my god Jisung, focus on escaping not your crush’s hair. Touch it. DON'T TOUCH IT. Touch it, coward. NO!
“What’re you doing?” Minho asked quizzically from below.
“TOUCH IT.”
“Ji?”
Jisung’s could feel his cheeks coated with heat in embarrassment.
“I spaced out, sorry…” He muttered apologetically, thanking god that Minho couldn’t see him right now.
“Well then pay attention.” Minho smirked.
“Pay attention to deez nuts-”
“Shut the fuck up or I will drop you.” Minho said, spinning around to “scare” him.
“Okay Okay! I’ll stop with the jokes!” Jisung giggled, holding on to Minho tightly to keep from falling.
Minho giggled in unison at the other’s contagious laughter. “Liar. But I’ll let this pass just because it’s you.” His eyes widened as he said this, shutting his mouth.
“...Because we’re close and all.” He quickly added, fighting off a blush. “ If you were Hyunjin I’d probably um, drop kick you.”
“Good to know.” Jisung smiled, reaching towards the window.
It was old and beginning to rust, two latches on the right side to pull on if anyone wanted to open it up, which from the looks of it, seems like it hasn’t been opened in years.
“Should I try pulling on these latches?” He asked.
“Don’t do anything, obviously.” Minho replied in a sarcastic tone.
Jisung grabbed the first latch, and pulled with all his strength he could possibly summon. After he began to feel like giving up, it swung open with a loud Clank!
“One...down..” He panted, rubbing his reddening hands. “I don't even know if I can manage to pull the second one. But I’ll try.”
“Be careful.” The other boy cautioned.
The second handle, as Jisung would describe it, could be called nothing other than a:
Bitch.
It did not budge even the slightest bit, no matter how much Jisung yanked, tugged, cursed, it didn’t move.
“I'M GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE. OPEN UP OR I’LL EAT YOU ALIVE.”
“Jisung, it’s a fucking latch-”
“NO ONE ASKED, PRETTY BOY.” Jisung retorted, not giving a fuck about anything currently due to a slab of “good for nothing metal” as he thought it to be. (It’s for security reasons)
Rubbing his hands against his sweater, he held the metal in his hand and pulled with, if possible, more strength than he could muster.
But. It. Wouldn’t. Fucking. Budge.
With one last tug of effort, Jisung felt his hand slip and felt his body be sent backwards off balance.
“ACK-” Minho sputtered as he felt himself falling backwards.
Thump!
“Oomph!”
Jisung opened his eyes and looked around. He seemed to have landed in a big box of party streamers. Trying to sit up, he felt a weight on the lower half of his body. “What the fuck…” He muttered, as the weight shifted and began to move.
Suddenly the brown hair he stared at earlier popped up in front of his face. “Jisung? Are you alright?” The voice sounded, twirling his head to survey the room.
“Right behind you.” Jisung laughed.
Minho spun around and his handsome face twisted into an expression of relief. “Thank god. I thought I might’ve accidentally squished you.”
Jisung felt himself blush as he stared back at him. Something about Minho being worried about him just made him feel touched. Usually Minho would have teased anyone to the point of no return. That was just Minho’s way of showing he cared.
But he's openly worried about me. Why? Maybe he likes me too? No- No- don’t assume things Jisung!! Shut up brain.
“Could you get off me? I’d like to get out of this box before I turn 50.”
“You already look 50.”
“I will beat you up-”
Minho grinned and tried to get on his feet, but he felt himself tugged back. “Ji, if you wanted me to get off you, why are you pulling me back?”
“Me pulling you? Min, you’re literally pulling my hand right now, do you really like me that much?”
Minho spun to face Jisung. “Who told you? Was it Hyunjin? Chan? Seungmin?!”
“I was joking…”
“YES. I knew that, I was joking too…” Minho giggled nervously, flustered at his stupid mistake.
He looked downward to see his wrist was tangled with Jisung’s by several party streamers.
So this explains why we’re stuck.
Why we’re stuck.
We’re stuck. Together.
“Jisung, how’d you feel about being handcuffed together for an entire day?”
“HANDCUFFED WHAT NOW?!”
Minho held up their wrists.
“That depends. Do you have a handcuff kink or something?”
“DO I WHAT?!”
“ANYWAYS. Just get up and I’ll try to at the same time.”
Minho nodded, beginning to rise.
Jisung struggled to get to his feet, having been the most tangled by the streamers out of them both.
“Here. Let me help.” Minho said, grabbing Jisung’s hand.
“Wait no, my foot’s stuck- I SAID WAI-”
Jisung stumbled forwards at the sudden force pulling him up, he tried to step out of the box but the streamer made him fall forward instead. In an attempt to catch himself he wrapped an arm around Minho and landed his face in the other’s chest.
Minho stumbled a few steps backwards yet managed to grab on to Jisung’s waist and steadied them both.
Both of them stood in silence for about a minute, before Jisung’s face resurfaced from Minho’s chest and stared up to meet his face instead.
“BITCH, I SAID WAIT!”
“Pfft.”
Minho’s familiar laugh echoed around the storage closet.
“Sorry Ji. You looked so cute.”
This just made Jisung’s face even more redder. “Well, how would you feel if you face planted into your crush’s titties?” He spoke, not even stopping himself.
Minho blinked at him, and smiled.
“Well, I didn’t faceplant into your man titties, so how would I know what that feels like?”
“You have a crush on me…?”
“Yeah. And you have a crush on me, don’t you?”
Jisung felt a million butterflies flying in his stomach now. It was like they were having a party.
“I didn’t...I didn’t expect this to be how I confess to you-” Jisung smiled.
“Me either.” Minho grinned, his giggles coming back.
“Han Jisung, I don’t think I love you, I know I do.”
“And I know I love you too.” Jisung reached with his free hand and ran it through Minho’s fluffy brown hair.
Finally!
“In fact,” Jisung started, leaning his face closer to Minho as the other boy grabbed the hand that toyed his hair. “All I ever wanna be is somebody to you.”
Minho closed his eyes, and Jisung followed.
Their lips were a centimeter apart, and just as they were about to seal the space between them-
“You two are what would be literal closted gays.” Hyunjin said, standing in the doorway.
The duo swung their heads to face the unexpected guest, wordless and red flushing their faces.
“You always talked about confessing to Jisung, but I didn’t think you’d do it in a closet.” Seungmin muttered, peeking in.
“HOW DID YOU- HOLD IT.” Jisung yelled, practically pulling Minho towards the group standing in the doorway. “YOU GUYS LOCKED US IN HERE. FOR HOURS.”
“By accident. Because someone here named Seo Changbin was about to burn this building to the ground.” Felix smiled, ignoring the boy’s glare.
“It was only for 30 minutes. Apparently that was enough to get you two to have a make out session.” Chan laughed.
“30 MINUTES?”
“We were NOT about to have a make-out session!” Jisung and Minho shouted at the same time.
“Why don’t you two homos come out of the closet already.” Jeongin giggled, opening the door wide enough for them to walk through.
“You guys are so mean.” Jisung pouted, walking out.
“Let’s go get our wrists unstuck.” Minho said, glaring at the others and pulling Jisung with him.
“Minho?”
“Yeah?”
“Honestly, I don’t mind being stuck like this.”
“I don’t think I care about being stuck much either. As long as I’m stuck with
skz reaction when u have an asthma attack except it’s hyung line cuz I saw a really inaccurate one
Chan
“Are you enjoying the park?” He asked, gleaming.
“Of course.” You giggled, tightening your grip around the backpack on your back.
“Good.” He grinned, tightening his grip on your hand.
Walking hand in hand, you felt you chest close up. You took several deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. (It didn’t work, obvi.)
You started to feel lightheaded, even more dizzy.
You coughed, big mistake.
You coughed and coughed until you couldn’t anymore.
“Babe?!” Chan said frantically, “Are you alright?!”
You nodded, “I’m fine.”
Shortness of breath. Common sign of an asthma attack.
Your head was pounding as you searched for a bench to sit on.
You ripped open your bag as you sat down, searching for your inhaler as calmly as you could, you didn’t wanna worry Chan as much as he was worried now.
Tearing the inhaler box out the bag, you quickly placed it up to your mouth.
One push, breathe in, breathe out, repeat again.
You felt your chest calm. It was still hard to breathe.
“Are you alright now?!” Chan asked, grabbing you hands frantically. He looked incredibly worried, wrinkles forming in his forehead.
You nodded, taking several deep breathes. “It was because of the pollen.”
“Oh, I shouldn’t have took you here. I’m so sorry-”
“It’s not your fault.” You smiled.
Chan couldn’t find his words, he looked genuinely sorry.
“I’m still sorry…”
“I accept!” You smiled, leaning onto his shoulder.
————
Minho
“Soonie, Doongie, and Dori!” Minho cheered, swiping through his gallery, “You can’t meet them though, they’re all in my room.”
You smiled. You can admit, his cats are deathly adorable. But it was sad that you couldn’t come near them, it would trigger your allergies and asthma. Sad.
After you talked and talked, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Fuck.
Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down, calm it down.
It worked, slightly. Until you sneezed. You were glad that your allergies weren’t as severe as others but, someone must’ve cursed you. Asthma and allergies were not a good mix.
Minho walked away, getting you a tissue. You sneezed again, coughing immediately after.
You cursed at yourself.
“Are you alright?” He had a slight smirk on his face.
“Mhm, just need a Benadryl.” You slipped your hand in your bag, pulling out the familiar pill and slipping it in your mouth, taking it dry. You just wanted this to be over with.
Your symptoms had calmed down but, your chest was still tight.
Breathe in, breathe out— fuck, that doesn’t work anymore.
Minho looked at you in concern, he noticed your congested look a little over a while ago.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” He rubbed small circles on your back, hoping it worked in the slightest.
You nodded, searching through your bag. Pulling out the familiar red cylinder, you didn’t hesitate to slip it in your mouth.
Two pumps, breathe in and out between each.
Popping the cap back on, you threw it back in your bag.
“Shouldn’t you be a little more careful with that?” Minho asked, tugging you a little more closer to him.
“Eh, I really should.” You laid your head on his shoulder, “My brain is too fuzzy to think right now.”
“Understandable.”
————
Changbin
Fuck.
Changbin’s always been one to race, no matter where or when it was. So when he asked “wanna race?” it was like it was mandatory.
Your body wasn’t particularly in the shape to race right now, inside wise. You were running around so much all day and fuck, it felt like your lungs were trapped in such a tight space. Running would just make you wanna rip them out. But hey, anything for Changbin, right.
Luckily, there was a track right by where you and him were walking. He grabbed your hand, dragging you down the hill.
He was already on the track. You threw your bags down and joined him.
3.
You crouched slightly getting into the right position to run.
2.
Deep breaths, Y/N, deep breaths.
1.
Changbin sprinted off. He’s always been a fast runner, which is why you’re always so confused when he asks to race, knowing that he’ll beat you.
Was it just something he enjoyed? What did he get out of teasing you for losing?
Was it… was it a ki— No. Changbin isn’t like that. Not at all.
Your mind wandered as you ran. You caught up to Changbin, seeing his smug look as you and him reached the end of the track.
Your knees buckled, falling to the ground. You couldn’t breathe. At all.
Fuck, this is bad.
You used your hands to stabilize yourself, vision getting blurry.
“Seems like someone can’t race, eh?” Changbin chuckled.
“Bin.”
“Hm?” He giggled randomly, “need me to help you up?”
“No. Get my bag.”
“Bag?”
“Yes, my fucking bag. Quick, please.” You pushed yourself up, sitting on the concrete.
Short breaths, but still breathing.
You saw Changbin run to the bleachers and run back as quick as he can, carefully dropping the bag in front of you.
You ripped the inhaler out the bag, popping it in your mouth.
Push. In, hold it, out. Repeat.
You dropped the inhaler on the ground, not caring. Too tired, too weak to care.
“Are you okay?!” Changbin capped the inhaler, fumbling with it, then slipping it in your bag. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you run…”
“No, it’s fine.”
“It’s not!” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug, “I’m really sorry…”
“If you’re so sorry, help me up and get me home.” You chuckled.
He quickly hoisted you up, wrapping your arm around his neck and his arm around your waist.
“I’ll try and carry you home.” He chuckled, picking up both the bags and walking.
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i’m sorry it took so long for me to update :( i had some personal agendas i needed to attend to, but all is good now <3 this is for anon who requested a bang chan scenario inspired from all the sleeveless looks he’s been serving all of us lately haha. hope you enjoy!
STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.
Don’t do it, you thought, as you fought back the urge to bite Chris’ exposed arm. The said male’s attention was currently fixated on his laptop, clicking some buttons as he bopped his head with the beat that was playing in his headphones. You could faintly hear the tune due to Chris’ habit of turning up the volume too loud, claiming that he needed to do that to perfect his craft.
His arm flexed, unbeknownst to him, as he rubbed his neck in attempt to ease some of the tension that was building in his muscles. Such motion made his veins even more prominent, faint shades of green and blue laced through his upper arm down to his hands.
“Chris, stop,” you said as you grabbed his arm, slowly guiding it back to rest on the table. Your boyfriend looked at you in confusion, swiftly hitting pause on his laptop to focus on you.
“Stop what, baby?” he questioned as his brown orbs innocently stared into yours, a hint of concern was also displayed on his features, worrying if he had done something wrong for you to call him out.
SKZ members decide to make cookies one day. The real question is, will it end up in disaster or utter chaos? Maybe both? Fic featuring OT8 members of Stray Kids! <3
......
“Have you gotten out all the ingredients yet Hyunjin...?!” Minho asked, pulling out a mixing bowl.
“Almost. I just can’t find the eggs! I swear I saw them yesterday.” Hyunjin replied, sticking his arm in the fridge as he moved items around to find the carton of eggs.
“Look harde- OW!” Minho yelled, accidently whacking his hand against the counter as he turned to face him.
“HAH! That’s for yelling at me.”
Minho rolled his eyes.
“We haven’t even started baking yet! And both of you are already at it.” Felix sighed.
“That’s his fault. He’s taking too long to find the eggs.”
“They’re not even in the fridge! You can’t yell at me if there’s no eggs to find!”
“Jokes on you, I have them with me~” Minho smirked.
“YOU WHAT”
“I was just teasing Jinnie~ Now get over here, I think we have everything?”
“I think we do.” Felix glanced over everything just to be sure as Hyunjin made his way over grumbling.
“You look a lil grouchy. Is it because I woke you up instead of Jeongin since he had to go out?”
“You tickled me awakeee…” He whined. “Are we just making regular sugar cookies?”
“Yep! I thought maybe we could decorate them too! I bought some frosting for us.” Felix chirped, pulling out store-bought frosting from a shopping bag. “Here they are~” he said, smiling.
“I’ll set them down for you.” Minho said, taking the containers of frosting. “Should we start making them now, Felix?”
“Oh yes- Hyunjin could you pass me the flour?”
-- time skip bc cookies take time --
“Alright! Dough is done, Minho could you please find the cookie cutters? It’s in the storage room.”
While Minho was searching for it, Hyunjin divided the dough into three sections so each of the boys could do whatever they wanted with their share of the dough. He began playing around with his, tossing it like pizza dough.
“Hyunjin-”
“Yeah?”
“Be careful you don’t drop that on the floor. I dunno the last time we cleaned it.” Felix cautioned.
“Me? Drop it? Never…” Hyunjin laughed, tossing it above his head and catching it to prove his point. “See?”
Felix stared at him for a moment and then shrugged. “Okay then. Just be careful mate.”
“You got it bro--” Hyunjin’s dough fell on the floor with a smack.
He glanced at Felix quickly, who thankfully had his back turned. The boy darted to pick it up and dust it off quickly, blowing on it to get off any germs from the floor that could’ve collected, dumping it on the table just as Felix turned back around.
“You good? I thought I heard a thump.”
“O-Oh- that was....probably Minho. All’s good.”
“Really? Huh. I’ll go check on him.” He said, leaving the kitchen.
Once Felix was out of sight, Hyunjin stared at his dough with a disgusted look on his face.
“...What am I going to do with you..” He thought aloud, his nose scrunching as his finger poked it.
“A thump? Wasn’t me.”
“Oh really? That’s weird.”
His eyes widened at the sound of his approaching friends, arms flailing everywhere as he panicked. The doorknob was turning…
“We’re back!” Felix hummed, moving towards his spot from before.
Hyunjin sat at the table, looking 100% calm as if nothing happened. “Find the cookie cutters, hyung?”
“It took some looking, but yeah, I did.”
“Perfect. Here’s your half of dough, by the way!”
“Thanks...”
“You’re Welcome.” Hyunjin smiled, facing him. His tone seemed a little too sweet.
He had traded his germy dough with Minho’s clean one-
I repeat: He traded his fallen dough with Minho’s clean dough last minute so he wouldn’t have it.
Minho raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him, and Hyunjin could feel cold sweat forming before Minho turned his attention back on the cookie cutters.
“Wait...WE HAVE CAT COOKIE CUTTERS? I’m using them. They’re mine.”
“Are you going to make Soonie, Doongi, and Dori cookies?” Felix questioned.
“Of course I am!” He grabbed his dough and cut out 3 cat shaped cookies.
Hyunjin just stared at them.
“Hyunjin! Hurry up so we can bake them already!” Minho patted his head and gave it a light flick.
“Right- pass me a cookie cutter please?”
After cutting the dough into shapes, the boys placed them on a baking sheet and put them into the oven.
“How long?”
“Er...Given the amount of cookies we have, I’d say fifteen minutes.”
“Oh good. I’m hungry…” Hyunjin sighed.
“Oooooh you’re making cookies?” A familiar voice sounded from the kitchen entrance. “Is there enough for me, hyungs?” Jisung ambled forwards to take a look at the oven.
“Yes. You can have Minho’s cookies.”
“Of course I will. As a matter of fact, I’ll have some of your cookies too, won’t I, Hyunjin. After all, who could resist my heart stopping handsomeness?”
“Handsomeness? Where?” Minho squinted and looked around the room.
“HA-” The clapping of hands and laughter were heard from Hyunjin.
“Hyung…!” Jisung groaned, only to be enveloped by a pair of arms.
“You can have my cookies!” Felix laughed, squeezing Jisung into a tight hug. “Don’t listen to em! You’re handsome as hell.”
“Aw...thanks Lix.” Jisung hugged him back before turning his head.
“SEE! At least FELIX loves me!”
“Oh yeah?! Well-Well- MINHO LOV-”
Minho stared at Hyunjin with a teasing disgusted look on his face.
To which Hyunjin mirrored by looking him up and down and making a fake gagging sound.
“...Never mind. BUT I BET FELIX LOVES ME MORE!”
“NOOO!” Jisung tightened his grip on Felix and began to sway left and right.
“Lix loves me!”
“Ack! I love all of youuu~” Felix hummed, loving the hug he was getting.
“What’s going on?” Changbin asked, coming in to set a used glass in the sink.
“They’re fighting over who I love more, I guess.”
“Wow, even Minho?”
“Of course not. It’s dumb because Felix loves me more than both of you combined!”
“That’s stupid, because he loves me more than all THREE of you combined!” Changbin smirked.
“Tch. Sureee…”
Felix giggled at them.
“How do we settle this?” Jisung asked, playfully trying to kiss Felix’s cheek.
“Er...Arm wrestling?” Binnie suggested.
“Arm wrestling…?!” Hyunjin repeated.
“Yeah…”
“Why arm wrestling? To compete for his love?”
“That’s all I could come up with! Do you have anything better?”
Hyunjin bit his lip.
“That’s what I thought, Ratpunzel.”
“Hey, don’t call me that!”
“Alright, who wants to compete first?” Minho asked aloud.
“ME. MEMEME!” Jisung shouted, still latched around Felix.
“Alright. Jisung against Changbin.”
“I-” He swung his arms nervously. “Against Changbin? Uh- can I go against Jinnie instead-”
“Are you underestimating me?!”
“You’ll go against Changbin.” Minho smirked.
“Alright, lemme just-” Jisung dropped to the floor and started doing push ups.
“C’mon! I don’t got all day.”
“Bro chill! I’m trying to not break an arm over here, jesus!”
“You’re just a scared quokka.”
“NO!” Jisung pouted. “You’re about to cooked bacon meat once I beat you, pig.”
“IT’S PIG RABBIT.”
“Okay, alien pig.” Jisung teased, taking a seat at the table with Changbin.
Changbin put his arm in position, glaring at the man across from him with a smirk. “Let’s just see how this plays out, loser.”
Jisung flexed his arms to show off his beefy muscles, returning the smirk. “I’d be surprised if this pig could beat this.” He landed a kiss on his flexed arm and met his hand with Changbin’s.
“Pabbit versus Quokka.” Minho announced, standing beside them. “Shall we see who comes out as the victor and the loser? On three.” He placed a hand on their holding hands. “Three. Two....One!” He shouted, releasing his grasp.
“WAH!” Jisung squeaked, using his full on strength against Changbin, and getting...close to nowhere.
“Hehe!” Binnie giggled. “I can do this all day!”
Jisung grunted as he started using another hand to help himself out.
Changbin yawned.
“This....isn’t...fair!” Jisung whined. “Felix...I LOVE YOU, BABY-” He yelled, using every last inch of force he had, managing to turn Binnie’s arm to the opposing side farther.
“Hah. Hope you had fun~” Changbin slammed Jisungs arm against the table.
“AUGH!” The man fell off his chair onto the floor dramatically. “Avenge me…” He whispered, before faking dead.
“Pfft. You wish.” Minho laughed. “Alright Hyunjinnie, its you and me~”
“Save me.” Hyunjin sighed, taking Changbin’s spot as Minho took Jisung’s.
Both hands met, and this time Changbin counted down. “3...2...1!”
“ARGHHHH!!” Hyunjin yelled, using all his strength.
“You...sound like you’re...giving birth!” Minho snickered, also using his might.
“Maybe he is!!” Jisung called from the floor.
“SHUT...UP!”
“Im hurt, baby!”
“I’M NOT IN THE CURRENT POSITION TO CARE RIGHT NOW!”
Minho slowly started leaning into Hyunjin, who responded by scrunching his face. “Don’t distract me.” He whined.
Minho puckered his lips.
Hyunjin batted his eyelashes.
Minho leaned in.
“HELL NAW-” Hyunjin faltered as he reeled back, to which Minho used it as an opportunity to win.
“Oh sh-” The long haired man’s arm was an inch from hitting the table. He turned his head towards the blonde watching it all. “Felix...saranghae.” He flipped his hair and let himself lose, slumping against the table.
“Me versus you, are you going to surrender?” Minho said towards Changbin who stood behind him.
“No, but are you?”
“Never. Hyunjin move!”
Hyunjin still lay there fake dead.
“Felix, could you please take out the air fryer?”
Hyunjin jumped out of the chair.
“Pabbit, please take a seat.”
“You realize you’re pretty much half of me, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m pig plus rabbit. …And you’re...rabbit.”
“Okay, and?”
“Everything you bully me about is directed towards yourself as well~”
Minho put on a poker face as he positioned his arm. “Then I’ll focus on the pig part of you.”
“PIG PART?!”
“On three.”
The younger sighed, matching his position.
“Two. One.”
Changbin was doing relatively well, and looked up to see his competitor’s face.
Minho’s face was point blank and staring at him intensely, seemingly without blinking.
“GAH- Hyung, you’re scary…”
“Are you going to cry wee wee wee all the way home?”
“I’m going to cry wee wee wee at my victory.”
-Bang.-
“Ouch.” The elder rubbed his arm. “Okay, Okay you win.”
“YES! EHEH.” Changbin rose up and ran towards the blonde, both giggling as Binnie gave him a tight hug. “I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ALL OF THEM!!”
“I can’t believe you guys held a whole arm wrestling competition.” Felix smiled. “I LOVE YOU BROS!”
Jisung got up and made a heart shape symbol with his arms. “BABY I LOVE YOU TOO.”
“I LIKE YOU GUYS A LOT.” Minho shouted.
“I LOVE YOU ALL.” Hyunjin screamed, joining in.
“I LOVE ALL OF YOUUU” Changbin yelled.
“WHAT ARE YOU KIDS SCREAMING FOR, WE’RE GONNA GET KICKED OUT!” Chan yelled, looking like he awoke from a nap with his messy hair all fluffed up. Father mode on.
He was followed by a sleepy Seungmin, sniffing the air. “Are you guys making something? It smells really burnt in here.”
Everyone in the baking group froze…and turned to the oven…
To which smoke was escaping out from.
“HOLY SHIT-” Jisung screamed.
Minho ran to the oven. “MY SOONIE, DOONGI, DORI COOKIES!”
“WAIT, TURN IT OFF FIRST”
Gray smoke billowed out of the appliance, the cookies burnt to crisp along with some small fires lit on it.
Hyunjin screamed, just as the fire alarms of the entire house turned on, blaring loudly.
Chan ran towards Minho, and began waving his arms to let the smoke fly away, but accidently smacked the second oldest’s face, causing him to drop half the cookies on the floor.
“MATE WATCH OUT-” Felix shouted, warning Chan who was able to dodge in time.
Changbin picked up a fallen cookie. “I don’t think they’re edible anymore.”
“Well, no SHIT, Sherlock.” Seungmin said, watching everything go down and eating some of the store bought frosting Felix bought.
“I WASN’T- Wait is this one of Minho’s cookies? It’s cat shaped.”
Hyunjin stared at it. “It is...lucky his burned. I dropped the dough on the floor and gave it to him. I was waiting for him to eat it.”
“You did what!” Changbin said in shock.
“TOOK THE WORDS RIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH.” Minho called back. “HYUNJIN!”
“UH- I ACCIDENTLY MIXED OUR DOUGHS UP...WHOOPS…”
“I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU EAT THESE BURNED COOKIES ON THE FLOOR.”
“NO!” Hyunjin backed away, bumping to Seungmin who dropped the can of icing and spilled it on him.
“NOO! I LOVE THIS SHIRT.”
“You should’ve watched where you were going!” Jisung laughed.
“Well! Watch what you say!” Picking up the blue frosting can, he scooped some into his hand and swiped it on Jisung’s face, Hyunjin snickered. “Bluesung is making a comeback.”
Jisung licked his frosting covered lips. “Bluesung is also sweeter than before. Give my sweet lips a kiss!” He ran towards Hyunjin, who ran away. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!”
“I JUST WANT A KISS!”
Hyunjin screamed as the chase continued.
“Guys! The cookies are still burning-”
“CHAN! YOUR PANTS ARE ON FIRE!” Minho yelled, nodding at the knee of his pants.
“THEY’RE WHAT-” Chan began smacking his pants, desperately trying to unlight them.
“HYUNG, TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS.” Minho shouted.
“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?”
“TAKE THEM OFF!” Minho and Felix chorused as the flame got bigger.
“FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, TAKE THEM OFF OR GET BURNED ALIVE, CHAN-”
Bang Chan fumbled with the buttoning of his pants, to which Minho ended up quickly yanking them off him instead as Felix pulled him back.
“I GOT THIS!” Changbin yelled, grabbing a water bottle and splashing its contents towards them.
It splashed Felix in the face instead, the blonde boy releasing Chan and falling backwards into the trash can in surprise.
“UH I’LL GET SOMETHING ELSE.” Binnie turned around and grabbed what Seungmin held, thinking he was trying to help.
“WAIT-”
Pink frosting now coated Minho and Chan.
“Bro your aim sucks.” Seungmin said, watching a chunk of frosting slip off Minho’s nose. “I’ve got to take a picture of this…” He snickered.
Minho clicked his tongue. “Come here puppy, want a treat?” Grabbing another frosting can with a green tint, he started throwing the sticky contents at the younger.
“Uh. A LITTLE HELP?” Felix yelped, the trash can having fallen on the floor and taking Felix with it.
“We got you! You’ll be out soon, I promise-” Chan comforted, both him and Changbin trying to yank Felix out.
There was a twisting of the dorm room’s knob.
“...Guys, I’m-” The maknae started, before hearing the still blasting fire alarms. Dropping his bag, he ran to the kitchen entrance to see-
Hyunjin trying to shove blue frosting covered Jisung away from him as he was trapped in a corner, Minho pelting Seungmin with green frosting and Seungmin tossing sprinkles, Felix stuck in their trash can, with Changbin tugging on it, and a PANTLESS leader pulling Felix’s arms. On the floor was Chan’s pants with a small flame lighting it, surrounded by coal looking cookies and a smoking oven.
Jeongin took a step back, before running out the apartment and slamming the door shut. After a minute, he slowly opened the door and went back to where he last stood, taking in the same scene once more.
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