fanfiction | exo : perks of being exo-k's umma
title: perks of being exo-k's umma
genre: fluff
pairing(s): joonmyun x kyungsoo
word count: 470
rating: g
notes: this was written a very long time ago, probably, judging from the fail that it is, at two o'clock in the morning during exam period. i don't even know any more what goes on in my brain, but here it is, in all its plotless, pointless glory!
‘Byun Baekhyun! Get your arse right here, right now!’
Kyungsoo knows that he’ll get reprimanded later by Resident Appa Suho for waking up not just said member, but the other four, and their manager, as well, but, right now, Kungsoo couldn’t care less about what might happen in the future (and to be quite honest, he was rather looking forward to it) and just really really wants the other main vocal in the group to put away the single glass still sitting at the kitchen table for the first time in his life.
And that is what he tells the half-awake member as he stumbles out from his room.
Baekhyun yawns and nods, rubbing his eyes tiredly, before mumbling a ‘is that all?’ and retreats back inside the room he shares with the giant of EXO-K before Kyungsoo can throw the offending glass; they all know he wouldn’t really, no matter how tempting it wounds to Kyungsoo’s ears, because he’s sure neither Suho nor manager hyung, let along Lee sunsaenim, would appreciate an injured at six o’clock in the morning on the morning of their goodbye stage. So he accepts life as it, puts the glass in the sink, ready for whoever loses the next game of Hwatoo that evening to wash, and sets about making breakfast for his surrogate family. He can’t really blame them for being so tired that they forget to put away one glass, since he himself is about to fall asleep, right there in the fried eggs.
Luckily he’s saved from burnt eggy hair by his appa in sparkly jackets.
‘Woah. Go back to sleep, Kyungsoo. I’ll finish here,’ Suho whispers, gently nudging him in the general direction of the room he shares with Kai.
Kyungsoo knows he shouldn’t leave Suho with the eggs - after all, there is a reason Kyungsoo is the umma of the group and Joonmyun is appa - and he immediately regrets abandoning the kitchen with a Joonmyun in it when he barely reaches the living room and the smoke alarm goes off. He sighs and rushes into the kitchen to save the leader and the kitchen from whatever he’d been attempting to cook, and not quite save their breakfast, all the while muttering ‘I knew that was a bad idea to leave you here’ under his breath.
That morning, the only things EXO-K manages to eat are a can of tomato soup and Rice Krispies, courtesy of Chanyeol, who had kept a not-so-secret supply of the cereal since he saw the Canadian leader’s name on the box on one of the rare trips to the supermarket.
As they get into the car ten minutes, Joonmyun whispers an apology, breath tickling his ear, and Kyungsoo manages a wry grin, entangling his fingers with the leader’s; appa had some making up to do.
genre: fluff
pairing(s): joonmyun x kyungsoo
word count: 470
rating: g
notes: this was written a very long time ago, probably, judging from the fail that it is, at two o'clock in the morning during exam period. i don't even know any more what goes on in my brain, but here it is, in all its plotless, pointless glory!
‘Byun Baekhyun! Get your arse right here, right now!’
Kyungsoo knows that he’ll get reprimanded later by Resident Appa Suho for waking up not just said member, but the other four, and their manager, as well, but, right now, Kungsoo couldn’t care less about what might happen in the future (and to be quite honest, he was rather looking forward to it) and just really really wants the other main vocal in the group to put away the single glass still sitting at the kitchen table for the first time in his life.
And that is what he tells the half-awake member as he stumbles out from his room.
Baekhyun yawns and nods, rubbing his eyes tiredly, before mumbling a ‘is that all?’ and retreats back inside the room he shares with the giant of EXO-K before Kyungsoo can throw the offending glass; they all know he wouldn’t really, no matter how tempting it wounds to Kyungsoo’s ears, because he’s sure neither Suho nor manager hyung, let along Lee sunsaenim, would appreciate an injured at six o’clock in the morning on the morning of their goodbye stage. So he accepts life as it, puts the glass in the sink, ready for whoever loses the next game of Hwatoo that evening to wash, and sets about making breakfast for his surrogate family. He can’t really blame them for being so tired that they forget to put away one glass, since he himself is about to fall asleep, right there in the fried eggs.
Luckily he’s saved from burnt eggy hair by his appa in sparkly jackets.
‘Woah. Go back to sleep, Kyungsoo. I’ll finish here,’ Suho whispers, gently nudging him in the general direction of the room he shares with Kai.
Kyungsoo knows he shouldn’t leave Suho with the eggs - after all, there is a reason Kyungsoo is the umma of the group and Joonmyun is appa - and he immediately regrets abandoning the kitchen with a Joonmyun in it when he barely reaches the living room and the smoke alarm goes off. He sighs and rushes into the kitchen to save the leader and the kitchen from whatever he’d been attempting to cook, and not quite save their breakfast, all the while muttering ‘I knew that was a bad idea to leave you here’ under his breath.
That morning, the only things EXO-K manages to eat are a can of tomato soup and Rice Krispies, courtesy of Chanyeol, who had kept a not-so-secret supply of the cereal since he saw the Canadian leader’s name on the box on one of the rare trips to the supermarket.
As they get into the car ten minutes, Joonmyun whispers an apology, breath tickling his ear, and Kyungsoo manages a wry grin, entangling his fingers with the leader’s; appa had some making up to do.