cookin'.by.the.book. [1/1]
pairing: Taemin/Key (okay so it's really not a PAIRING, cause the Taemin is kind of....well, you'll see. but there's no romance. LOL don't kill me.)
rating: pg-13
warning(s): character death! :0, disturbing images. ETC. :D
genre: horror...? I hope. .__.
a/n: SO YEAH. By request, I decided to do some one shots on just how exactly Minho, Jonghyun, and Kibum died in my last ontae one shot. SO THIS IS FOR YOU, ZAZU! :D ♥
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It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake; if the way is hazy- you gotta do the cookin' by the book!
cookin' by the book.
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"Good morning, Kibum-umma!" Taemin greeted happily, sliding into a chair at the kitchen table. Kibum turned with a mixing bowl, and a whisk that never stepped out of rythm. "Good morning, Taeminnie, I hope you're hungry. I'm making pancakes, eggs, and bacon." Kibum set down the mixing bowl, and went to go turn on the stove burners.
"Where's Minho-hyung, and Jonghyun?"
"Minho is in the shower, I'm pretty sure, and Jonghyun had a schedual to go to this morning."
Taemin watched his movements carefully, his smile turning into something of dark happiness; his eyes seeming to light up and darken like an incoming storm, all at once. "Yah, hyung...may I help you with that?" Kibum paused in tying his Hello Kitty apron around his waist, and turned to glance at the maknae. "Of course! Can you set up the pans then, please?"
Taemin flashed a smile; all pearly whites and plump lips. "Yes, hyung." The boy pushed back his chair, and skipped into the kitchen, and made his way to one of the cupboards. He looked through it trying to find...
Kibum stood up from his bent position looking through the fridge, and was about to turn-
cast iron connected to the back of the older boys head with a sickening crack. Kibum's body crumpled to the ground, and a low, pained moan escaped his lips. His hand twitched slightly, and Taemin stood over him, staring down at the boy. The skillet was heavy in his hand. He placed it on the counter and crouched down, grabbing a fist full of Kibum's silky, black hair.
Taemin lifted the other with surprising strength and half-dragged Kibum towards the stove. "W-what are you..." Kibum gurgled out; pain and a sense of impending doom flooding his senses. Taemin couldn't be...
No. He's Taemin. He wouldn't-
A small smile snaked it's way onto Taemin's face as he lifted his hyung's body up a bit. Taemin took a dish towel from the small pile next to the coffee pot, and stuffed it into Kibum's mouth. Kibum gagged slightly but couldn't struggle; his body was giving up on him. "Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go," Taemin sang cheerfully, while slamming Kibum's face onto the scolding hot burner.
Kibum let out a silent scream around the dish towel, and attempted to extract himself from Taemin's grip. "Oh, no, no, no, my dear umma." He pulled back Kibum's head and watched in mild interest as a strip of skin seemed to melt off of the side of Kibum's face in the shape of a ring. The other rings around it becoming an awkwardly moldy green mixed with angry red; tiny droplets of blood appearing at the surface.
The kitchen towel fell to the floor, scortch marks adorning the red fabric. Taemin flashed Kibum a reassuring smile, once again slamming (with more force than before) the whole of Kibum's face onto the burner, pressing down harder.
The smell of burnt hair and skin, penetrated the air slightly. Kibum's legs stopped trying to seek purchase, and fell limp; his whole body went slack soon after. Taemin held his hand on the back of the older boys head for a moment longer, before pulling it away and dropping him on his back.
Taemin turned off the stove, and looked down at Kibum for a moment. Took in his wide, glazed eyes, the way his mouth hung open stiffly; lips bright red and bubbling with blisters. His nose seemed to be squished and the rings around his face were almost black. In most places, the skin was missing; revealing the soft, pink (sometimes white) muscle, below. Where his eyebrows use to be, was pink and in parts bone was visible.
Taemin turned and began to look in the cabinets beneath the sink for a hammer. He wanted to make sure-
He heard the shower turn off somewhere in the back of the dorm. Taemin paused, fingers wrapped firmly around the wooden handle of the took he had been looking for. He stood and made his way out of the kitchen, stepping over the lifeless body, of someone who once trusted, and cared for him.
Taemin twirled the hammer within his hands, thinking. He heard the door to the bathroom open, and then heard their bedroom door close. Another one of thos oddly bright, yet blackened smiles, slipped across his features.
"Times up, Minho-hyung."
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rating: pg-13
warning(s): character death! :0, disturbing images. ETC. :D
genre: horror...? I hope. .__.
a/n: SO YEAH. By request, I decided to do some one shots on just how exactly Minho, Jonghyun, and Kibum died in my last ontae one shot. SO THIS IS FOR YOU, ZAZU! :D ♥
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It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake; if the way is hazy- you gotta do the cookin' by the book!
cookin' by the book.
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"Good morning, Kibum-umma!" Taemin greeted happily, sliding into a chair at the kitchen table. Kibum turned with a mixing bowl, and a whisk that never stepped out of rythm. "Good morning, Taeminnie, I hope you're hungry. I'm making pancakes, eggs, and bacon." Kibum set down the mixing bowl, and went to go turn on the stove burners.
"Where's Minho-hyung, and Jonghyun?"
"Minho is in the shower, I'm pretty sure, and Jonghyun had a schedual to go to this morning."
Taemin watched his movements carefully, his smile turning into something of dark happiness; his eyes seeming to light up and darken like an incoming storm, all at once. "Yah, hyung...may I help you with that?" Kibum paused in tying his Hello Kitty apron around his waist, and turned to glance at the maknae. "Of course! Can you set up the pans then, please?"
Taemin flashed a smile; all pearly whites and plump lips. "Yes, hyung." The boy pushed back his chair, and skipped into the kitchen, and made his way to one of the cupboards. He looked through it trying to find...
Kibum stood up from his bent position looking through the fridge, and was about to turn-
cast iron connected to the back of the older boys head with a sickening crack. Kibum's body crumpled to the ground, and a low, pained moan escaped his lips. His hand twitched slightly, and Taemin stood over him, staring down at the boy. The skillet was heavy in his hand. He placed it on the counter and crouched down, grabbing a fist full of Kibum's silky, black hair.
Taemin lifted the other with surprising strength and half-dragged Kibum towards the stove. "W-what are you..." Kibum gurgled out; pain and a sense of impending doom flooding his senses. Taemin couldn't be...
No. He's Taemin. He wouldn't-
A small smile snaked it's way onto Taemin's face as he lifted his hyung's body up a bit. Taemin took a dish towel from the small pile next to the coffee pot, and stuffed it into Kibum's mouth. Kibum gagged slightly but couldn't struggle; his body was giving up on him. "Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go," Taemin sang cheerfully, while slamming Kibum's face onto the scolding hot burner.
Kibum let out a silent scream around the dish towel, and attempted to extract himself from Taemin's grip. "Oh, no, no, no, my dear umma." He pulled back Kibum's head and watched in mild interest as a strip of skin seemed to melt off of the side of Kibum's face in the shape of a ring. The other rings around it becoming an awkwardly moldy green mixed with angry red; tiny droplets of blood appearing at the surface.
The kitchen towel fell to the floor, scortch marks adorning the red fabric. Taemin flashed Kibum a reassuring smile, once again slamming (with more force than before) the whole of Kibum's face onto the burner, pressing down harder.
The smell of burnt hair and skin, penetrated the air slightly. Kibum's legs stopped trying to seek purchase, and fell limp; his whole body went slack soon after. Taemin held his hand on the back of the older boys head for a moment longer, before pulling it away and dropping him on his back.
Taemin turned off the stove, and looked down at Kibum for a moment. Took in his wide, glazed eyes, the way his mouth hung open stiffly; lips bright red and bubbling with blisters. His nose seemed to be squished and the rings around his face were almost black. In most places, the skin was missing; revealing the soft, pink (sometimes white) muscle, below. Where his eyebrows use to be, was pink and in parts bone was visible.
Taemin turned and began to look in the cabinets beneath the sink for a hammer. He wanted to make sure-
He heard the shower turn off somewhere in the back of the dorm. Taemin paused, fingers wrapped firmly around the wooden handle of the took he had been looking for. He stood and made his way out of the kitchen, stepping over the lifeless body, of someone who once trusted, and cared for him.
Taemin twirled the hammer within his hands, thinking. He heard the door to the bathroom open, and then heard their bedroom door close. Another one of thos oddly bright, yet blackened smiles, slipped across his features.
"Times up, Minho-hyung."
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