Oh! My Bias (Chapter Seven)
Kiseop's eyes shot open when he heard Dongho's voice. "She's just--"
"I'm just cleaning his wound. It'll only take a minute."
Dongho walked over to Sunli. "Let me see." He saw the wound, which stretched over Kiseop's palm. "Can I touch it?"
"No!" Kiseop and Sunli exclaimed. "No, you may not touch it in any way whatsoever," Sunli said, while wrapping Kiseop's hand in bandages.
"Does it hurt, hyung?"
"If it didn't, you would still be upstairs."
"Oh."
Sunli finished wrapping Kiseop's hand. "That's it, no more cooking for you."
"But you're not yet finished cooking the tangpyeonchae--"
"Fuck that. Do you have some noodles or whatever here?"
Kiseop looked at Dongho. "Noodles?"
Dongho tried to look innocent, but failed. "Fine." He went upstairs again to get from Alexander's secret stash of noodles.
"The pantry is there, not--"
"Alexander."
"Alexander what?"
"He has a secret stash of noodles, which to this day he's not aware that Dongho keeps stealing them."
"I see. Only Dongho knows where that is?"
"Yep."
"Oh, I see."
"Hyung, do you want beef or seafood?" Dongho yelled from the top of the stairs.
"Beef. Get down here, I'm hungry!"
"How about you, Sunli-ah?"
"I'm having--"
"She's having beef too." Sunli looked at him mutinously, and he just smirked.
Once the ramyun was cooked, they started to eat. Kiseop was having trouble with his bowl, since he needed his left hand to keep it from slipping as he ate.
"Fuck this."
Sunli looked up to see Kiseop glaring at his ramyun. "Here, I'll feed you."
"I'm fine." He tried again, but to no avail.
"No, you're not. Your hand is injured. Let me help you." Sunli got the chopsticks from him and started to feed him. Kiseop turned his head away when she moved the chopsticks with ramyun near him.
"I thought you were hungry?"
"I am. I want to eat by myself."
"You can't eat by yourself, you moron. Can't you see your hand is injured?"
"Give me those chopsticks."
"No. Now open wide."
Kiseop tried to resist several more times, but he finally relented. He opened his mouth and Sunli shoved ramyun inside.
Dongho looked up to see the Sunli feeding Kiseop. "Hey, let me take a picture of that." He took out a Polaroid from his pocket.
Kiseop shook his head vigorously. "Don't," he said with a mouthful of ramyun.
"Oh come on. It's just a picture. Now open up."
The camera clicked.
Sunli put down Kiseop's chopsticks. "Let me see!"
Dongho gave the picture to Sunli, and she giggled. "Kiseop, why were you blushing?"
"I was not!"
"You were! See?" Sunli showed the picture to him.
"You like me, don't you?"
"I don't!" Kiseop's cheeks turned a shade redder.
"You like me!"
Sunli pinched Kiseop's cheek, and he grimaced. Unknown to them, Dongho took another picture.
"I'm just cleaning his wound. It'll only take a minute."
Dongho walked over to Sunli. "Let me see." He saw the wound, which stretched over Kiseop's palm. "Can I touch it?"
"No!" Kiseop and Sunli exclaimed. "No, you may not touch it in any way whatsoever," Sunli said, while wrapping Kiseop's hand in bandages.
"Does it hurt, hyung?"
"If it didn't, you would still be upstairs."
"Oh."
Sunli finished wrapping Kiseop's hand. "That's it, no more cooking for you."
"But you're not yet finished cooking the tangpyeonchae--"
"Fuck that. Do you have some noodles or whatever here?"
Kiseop looked at Dongho. "Noodles?"
Dongho tried to look innocent, but failed. "Fine." He went upstairs again to get from Alexander's secret stash of noodles.
"The pantry is there, not--"
"Alexander."
"Alexander what?"
"He has a secret stash of noodles, which to this day he's not aware that Dongho keeps stealing them."
"I see. Only Dongho knows where that is?"
"Yep."
"Oh, I see."
"Hyung, do you want beef or seafood?" Dongho yelled from the top of the stairs.
"Beef. Get down here, I'm hungry!"
"How about you, Sunli-ah?"
"I'm having--"
"She's having beef too." Sunli looked at him mutinously, and he just smirked.
Once the ramyun was cooked, they started to eat. Kiseop was having trouble with his bowl, since he needed his left hand to keep it from slipping as he ate.
"Fuck this."
Sunli looked up to see Kiseop glaring at his ramyun. "Here, I'll feed you."
"I'm fine." He tried again, but to no avail.
"No, you're not. Your hand is injured. Let me help you." Sunli got the chopsticks from him and started to feed him. Kiseop turned his head away when she moved the chopsticks with ramyun near him.
"I thought you were hungry?"
"I am. I want to eat by myself."
"You can't eat by yourself, you moron. Can't you see your hand is injured?"
"Give me those chopsticks."
"No. Now open wide."
Kiseop tried to resist several more times, but he finally relented. He opened his mouth and Sunli shoved ramyun inside.
Dongho looked up to see the Sunli feeding Kiseop. "Hey, let me take a picture of that." He took out a Polaroid from his pocket.
Kiseop shook his head vigorously. "Don't," he said with a mouthful of ramyun.
"Oh come on. It's just a picture. Now open up."
The camera clicked.
Sunli put down Kiseop's chopsticks. "Let me see!"
Dongho gave the picture to Sunli, and she giggled. "Kiseop, why were you blushing?"
"I was not!"
"You were! See?" Sunli showed the picture to him.
"You like me, don't you?"
"I don't!" Kiseop's cheeks turned a shade redder.
"You like me!"
Sunli pinched Kiseop's cheek, and he grimaced. Unknown to them, Dongho took another picture.