Drabble - Fine Fine
There's muttering going on somewhere close by but not too close. Sunggyu pulls his sheets and blankets over his head and pretends not to hear. He wants to go back to sleep thank you very much if only his dumb ass dongsaengs would shut the fuck up!
The door opens, it's a sound so familiar that he has to fight not to flinch in his position of feigned sleep. It's like playing dead and hoping the bad guys don't realize you're still alive.
Silence.
Then.
"Hyung?" It's Dongwoo's voice, quite close by, a little plaintive and he almost falls for it. Almost.
Sunggyu refuses to even twitch. Instead he concentrates on sending out little messages of Kim Sunggyu is fucking asleep and therefore unavailable for commentary.
Footsteps, then some more muttering. What does he have to do, hold up a sign that says Sorry We're Closed for these kids to get the message?
More footsteps. "Hyuuuung....Woohyunnie made pancakes and they are getting cold but he says we can't eat without you and there's strawberry syrup."
Well. That's tempting. Sunggyu thinks it over. He thinks about Woohyun in that ridiculous sleeveless hoodie and glasses in the kitchen dancing around while he flips pancakes. He thinks about Myungsoo in the same room with said pancakes. He thinks about Sungjong sniffing and flipping his hair while he mixes up the strawberry syrup then demanding kisses from all and sundry before he lets any of them have the syrup. He thinks about Yeolie's scary hairless cat on the table with unprotected pancakes. He thinks about Dongwoo bopping around on a sugar high from the pancake and syrup combination. He thinks about Howon making some ridiculous joke that's ridiculous in any language.
"Oh fine fine," he grouses, rolling over and peering up at Dongwoo. "If Sungyeol's cat touches those pancakes..." he begins.
"Hey!" Sungyeol protests, appearing in Sunggyu's line of vision with his cat draped around his neck under a red and white striped muffler. "She gets gourmet cat food. What would she do with pancakes?"
"Fine fine," Sunggyu says again and allows himself to be coaxed out of bed.
The door opens, it's a sound so familiar that he has to fight not to flinch in his position of feigned sleep. It's like playing dead and hoping the bad guys don't realize you're still alive.
Silence.
Then.
"Hyung?" It's Dongwoo's voice, quite close by, a little plaintive and he almost falls for it. Almost.
Sunggyu refuses to even twitch. Instead he concentrates on sending out little messages of Kim Sunggyu is fucking asleep and therefore unavailable for commentary.
Footsteps, then some more muttering. What does he have to do, hold up a sign that says Sorry We're Closed for these kids to get the message?
More footsteps. "Hyuuuung....Woohyunnie made pancakes and they are getting cold but he says we can't eat without you and there's strawberry syrup."
Well. That's tempting. Sunggyu thinks it over. He thinks about Woohyun in that ridiculous sleeveless hoodie and glasses in the kitchen dancing around while he flips pancakes. He thinks about Myungsoo in the same room with said pancakes. He thinks about Sungjong sniffing and flipping his hair while he mixes up the strawberry syrup then demanding kisses from all and sundry before he lets any of them have the syrup. He thinks about Yeolie's scary hairless cat on the table with unprotected pancakes. He thinks about Dongwoo bopping around on a sugar high from the pancake and syrup combination. He thinks about Howon making some ridiculous joke that's ridiculous in any language.
"Oh fine fine," he grouses, rolling over and peering up at Dongwoo. "If Sungyeol's cat touches those pancakes..." he begins.
"Hey!" Sungyeol protests, appearing in Sunggyu's line of vision with his cat draped around his neck under a red and white striped muffler. "She gets gourmet cat food. What would she do with pancakes?"
"Fine fine," Sunggyu says again and allows himself to be coaxed out of bed.