Who Knew the Kitchen Was So Flammable? 1/7
Title: Who Knew the Kitchen Was So Flammable?
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Contains Spanking of Young Adult K-Pop Idols
Genre: Humor, a little Fluff
Summary: Somebody has set DBSK's (Jaejoong's) kitchen aflame, trying to make Baked Alaska...I wonder who?
Kim Jaejoong (Hero), Oldest age: 23
Jung Yunho (U-Know), Leader, age: 22
Park Yoochun (Micky) age: 21
Kim Junsu (Xiah) age: 21
Shim Changmin (Max) age: 19
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN?!?!?!?”
Yoochun cringed.
“Oh we’re so dead,” Junsu groaned, “So very dead, actually we’re beyond dead, because dead people, are better off then we will be.”
“Shhh,” Changmin whispered, shifting around on his butt, “Do you want them to find us?”
“We can’t hide in this closet forever,” Yoochun pointed out, “We have to come out eventually. And who’s idea was it to actually hide in the apartment? Why didn’t we hide somewhere outside of the apartment?”
“I panicked,” Junsu said, his voice still above a whisper, “It was the first place I would run to when I was little whenever I got in trouble or did something bad.”
“And your parents never found you?,” Changmin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not at first but eventually yeah, and every time after that they always seemed to find me fairly quickly,” Junsu said, thinking back.
“That’s probably because you always hid in the same closet,” Yoochun said, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah…wait, no I didn’t always hide in the same closet. We had two closets in the house.”
Yoochun gave Junsu a look and said sarcastically, “Oh, I bet that made it really hard.” Junsu made a face at him and Changmin snickered.
“You were always the bright one, Hyung,” Changmin said to Junsu.
This time Junsu shot Changmin a look and said, “Shut up, Minnie.”
“Make me,” Changmin said, sticking out his tongue.
Junsu was about to jump on Changmin but Yoochun grab his shirt, stopping him and said, “Are you forgetting we are in a closet, where there is absolutely no room for wrestling and that we’re supposed to be quiet since we don’t want Jaejoongie Hyung or Yunho Hyung to find us?”
“Right,” Junsu said, settling back down, well as much as he could because it was a pretty small closet. “Why did you pick this closet of all the closets, Hyung?,” Changmin asked, trying to get rid of the cramp in his long leg.
“Because, like I said before, I panicked and it was the nearest one.”
Yoochun made a face and said, “Remind me never to be around you when you panic anymore.” Changmin agreed.
“Look,” Junsu said, shifting, “I’m sorry and-”
“Sorry? Sorry?,” Changmin interrupted, “Hyung, the only reason we are in this closet, hiding, is because you thought you could make Baked Alaska.” “Right,” Yoochun added, “And now Jaejoong Hyung is going to rip us apart piece by piece because of what you did to his kitchen.” “How was I suppose to know that the fire was going to get out of hand and destroy the kitchen? At least the firefighters put it out before it spread anywhere else in the apartment,” Junsu said.
Changmin groaned.
Yoochun scoffed, “Yeah, but our luck that Jaejoong Hyung and Yunho Hyung would be pulling in when the firefighters were leaving.”
“At least I noticed when they did,” Junsu pointed out, “Or else they would have walked in when we were still in the kitchen.”
“Remind me why we didn’t just run out of the apartment?,” Changmin asked.
“Because we only have one front door and they were coming in.”
“Yes, but there are two elevators and we could have made it out the apartment and into the other elevator before they even got to our floor,” Changmin said.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” Yoochun said, “But now we’re stuck in a small closet, with Jaejoong Hyung on a dangerous rampage, and no way to get out of the apartment without them seeing us.”
“Well,” Junsu said, thinking, “Maybe they’ll fall asleep soon.”
“At 4 in the afternoon?,” Yoochun asked.
“They could want to take a nap.”
“Not likely.”
“It’s a little likely.”
“No…it’s not.”
Changmin closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall of the closet and groaned. He thought back to a few hours ago, when this whole situation had started…
Chapter 2
LOL! This fic is going to be pretty funny, I can already tell! Smh, burning down Jaejoong's kitchen...those 3 must have a death wish ^^ I know this chapter is short but I PROMISE the next one will be much longer! Likey? Comment and let me know! ^_~
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Contains Spanking of Young Adult K-Pop Idols
Genre: Humor, a little Fluff
Summary: Somebody has set DBSK's (Jaejoong's) kitchen aflame, trying to make Baked Alaska...I wonder who?
Kim Jaejoong (Hero), Oldest age: 23
Jung Yunho (U-Know), Leader, age: 22
Park Yoochun (Micky) age: 21
Kim Junsu (Xiah) age: 21
Shim Changmin (Max) age: 19
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN?!?!?!?”
Yoochun cringed.
“Oh we’re so dead,” Junsu groaned, “So very dead, actually we’re beyond dead, because dead people, are better off then we will be.”
“Shhh,” Changmin whispered, shifting around on his butt, “Do you want them to find us?”
“We can’t hide in this closet forever,” Yoochun pointed out, “We have to come out eventually. And who’s idea was it to actually hide in the apartment? Why didn’t we hide somewhere outside of the apartment?”
“I panicked,” Junsu said, his voice still above a whisper, “It was the first place I would run to when I was little whenever I got in trouble or did something bad.”
“And your parents never found you?,” Changmin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not at first but eventually yeah, and every time after that they always seemed to find me fairly quickly,” Junsu said, thinking back.
“That’s probably because you always hid in the same closet,” Yoochun said, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah…wait, no I didn’t always hide in the same closet. We had two closets in the house.”
Yoochun gave Junsu a look and said sarcastically, “Oh, I bet that made it really hard.” Junsu made a face at him and Changmin snickered.
“You were always the bright one, Hyung,” Changmin said to Junsu.
This time Junsu shot Changmin a look and said, “Shut up, Minnie.”
“Make me,” Changmin said, sticking out his tongue.
Junsu was about to jump on Changmin but Yoochun grab his shirt, stopping him and said, “Are you forgetting we are in a closet, where there is absolutely no room for wrestling and that we’re supposed to be quiet since we don’t want Jaejoongie Hyung or Yunho Hyung to find us?”
“Right,” Junsu said, settling back down, well as much as he could because it was a pretty small closet. “Why did you pick this closet of all the closets, Hyung?,” Changmin asked, trying to get rid of the cramp in his long leg.
“Because, like I said before, I panicked and it was the nearest one.”
Yoochun made a face and said, “Remind me never to be around you when you panic anymore.” Changmin agreed.
“Look,” Junsu said, shifting, “I’m sorry and-”
“Sorry? Sorry?,” Changmin interrupted, “Hyung, the only reason we are in this closet, hiding, is because you thought you could make Baked Alaska.” “Right,” Yoochun added, “And now Jaejoong Hyung is going to rip us apart piece by piece because of what you did to his kitchen.” “How was I suppose to know that the fire was going to get out of hand and destroy the kitchen? At least the firefighters put it out before it spread anywhere else in the apartment,” Junsu said.
Changmin groaned.
Yoochun scoffed, “Yeah, but our luck that Jaejoong Hyung and Yunho Hyung would be pulling in when the firefighters were leaving.”
“At least I noticed when they did,” Junsu pointed out, “Or else they would have walked in when we were still in the kitchen.”
“Remind me why we didn’t just run out of the apartment?,” Changmin asked.
“Because we only have one front door and they were coming in.”
“Yes, but there are two elevators and we could have made it out the apartment and into the other elevator before they even got to our floor,” Changmin said.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” Yoochun said, “But now we’re stuck in a small closet, with Jaejoong Hyung on a dangerous rampage, and no way to get out of the apartment without them seeing us.”
“Well,” Junsu said, thinking, “Maybe they’ll fall asleep soon.”
“At 4 in the afternoon?,” Yoochun asked.
“They could want to take a nap.”
“Not likely.”
“It’s a little likely.”
“No…it’s not.”
Changmin closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall of the closet and groaned. He thought back to a few hours ago, when this whole situation had started…
Chapter 2
LOL! This fic is going to be pretty funny, I can already tell! Smh, burning down Jaejoong's kitchen...those 3 must have a death wish ^^ I know this chapter is short but I PROMISE the next one will be much longer! Likey? Comment and let me know! ^_~