Orange, Green and Blue (or the Story of How Seungho Sucks at Babysitting)
Title: Orange, Green and Blue (or the Story of How Seungho Sucks at Babysitting)
Rating: K
Summary: Changsun becomes a kid. MBLAQ deals with it in the only way they know how.
Disclaimer: Don’t own MBLAQ. Everything here is purely a work of fiction.
Author's note: I just think baby Changsun will be adorable okay. Will probably be updated with more drabble bits in the weeks to come!
“Hyung where’s Changsun hyung?” Cheolyong asks for the hundredth time that night.
He hears Chendoong sigh from somewhere on the floor. “We’re all waiting for him too you know.”
Byunghee is comes and perches on the armrest of the sofa Seungho is sprawled across, which in turn is playing absent-mindedly on his phone.
“You two don’t seem worried,” Cheolyong scowls in their general direction.
“Start the movie if you’re so impatient,” Byunghee says as he shoots the maknae a glare. “And you,” he emphasizes with a poke to Seungho’s stomach. “Go check on him.”
Seungho has half a mind to whine and maybe coerce Cheondoong into doing it instead, but he just lets out another long-suffering sigh (the MBLAQ dorm seems to be filled with it these days) and shuffles off to Changsun’s room. He feels the beginnings of a headache as the movie starts in the living room and knocks impatiently on Changsun’s bedroom door. When there’s no response, he picks the lock with surprising speed, his first words being “Yah Changsun-ah, why the hell are you taking so lo-Oh.”
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Cheondoong just keeps staring and it’s seriously getting fucking unnerving, because Seungho still has an armful of Changsun who god-knows-how turned into a kid. He may or may not be panicking right now.
“Hey there little fella,” Byunghee says way too smoothly and Seungho darkly wonders what other kids Byunghee terrorizes with that creepy smile of his. “Your name’s Changsun right?”
Kid-Changsun looks at Seungho, all big eyes and curious look, as though waiting for Seungho to give him the all-clear. Which is kinda weird because Seungho never thought Changsun would ask for permission for anything. Even as a kid.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, because how do you deal with a bandmate-turned-kid at nine-p.m. on a Friday evening?
He nods to Byunghee, the action causing too-long bangs to fall across his eyes, which he reaches up a chubby hand to swipe away messily.
“Aww aren’t you adorable,” Byunghee coos which is even more frightening than the weird faces he had been making earlier. “And how old are you?”
Kid-Changsun holds up four (or Seungho thinks it’s four, the kid looks like he can’t even close his hand properly) fingers and promptly stuffs them into his mouth.
“Can he speak?” Cheolyong, who had gone awfully quiet, whispers to Seungho. “Does he still remember us? Oh god, what’s happening?”
All this while, Cheondoong had just continued to stare at Kid-Changsun while Byunghee cooed and made the most embarrassing noises, all while Seungho held onto the kid and tried to ignore the ache in his arms and the increasingly painful pounding in his head.
“We’ll fix this,” he exclaims. “We’ll fucking fix this, and change this… whatever it is back into our normal sized Changun.” The kid is looking up at him with huge eyes and Seungho thinks no, no, god no before kid-Changsun lets out an ear-piercing wail.
“Wow hyung,” Byunghee glares before reaching over to claim the crying kid and begin to soothe him. “You’re an awesome babysitter.”