twenty minutes;
twenty minutes
humor (kibum-centric, jongtae bffery)
1097 words
pg
a/n: suck out my soul and spit it on the floor omg my brain is mush. happy birthday, koalaspice! nuna loves you ;~; #slothcouple forever. <3
Kibum likes waking up slowly. He loves taking his time to sit up, stretch, and generally enjoy the quiet and the stillness that is early morning.
This morning, however, he realizes is doomed the moment he wakes up a good twenty minutes before the alarm goes off because he hears a crashing noise from the kitchen.
He jumps straight up in bed and is immediately assaulted by a sickly sweet smell. Groaning aloud, he quickly grabs a towel and wraps it around the lower part of his face before he begins to survey the room. Jinki is still fast asleep, snoring slightly as his right arm and leg dangle off the bed.
Kibum's eyes immediately snap to the other side of the room, where the youngest member's bunk is surprisingly empty.
Loud giggling and snorting coming from outside the bedroom door quickly confirm his rapidly growing suspicion that something is horribly off. Fully prepared to start off the day with a long speech about how some people should be more considerate of others and let them get adequate rest because even though they're in between promotions doesn't mean that they don't have work to do, he pulls the door open, allowing it to bang loudly against the wall (startling the poor leader right out of bed and onto the floor) and stops dead at what he sees.
It appears as if all the contents of the refrigerator and most of the kitchen cabinets have found their way onto the walls and floor of the corridor. Kibum is about to shriek "WHAT IS THIS" when he sees a pile of what seem to be hysterically laughing limbs race by and run into the bathroom. There almost isn't enough time to wheel backwards to protect himself before another smaller figure darts by in a similar manner, goes into the bathroom and shuts the door.
Kibum is still staring dumbly in the direction of the bathroom when Minho opens the door to his bedroom and peers out.
Briefly surveying the scene before him, he turns to Kibum. "I see hyung and Taeminnie are at it again. Have fun," he says, ducking back inside and locking the door before the older boy even has a chance to react.
Again?
Have fun?
Looking back inside his own bedroom, he sees Jinki asleep on the floor, snoring even more loudly than before. With a sigh of resignation, he shuts the door to the bedroom and carefully ventures toward the closed bathroom door, behind which he thinks he can hear someone wailing the lyrics to a Judy Garland song.
Steeling himself for the worst, he throws the door open and begins to yell "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU TWO ARE DOING" but stops mid-sentence at the sight before him.
Taemin is perched on top of the toilet tank, covered in something that looks suspiciously like chocolate, rice flour and chili paste mixed together, pointing and laughing like a crazy person at Jonghyun, who is wearing the shower curtain as a cape as he attempts to stand upright on the counter but keeps on slipping and wobbling precariously close to the edge.
As if nothing's wrong, Jonghyun stops singing, turns to Kibum and asks brightly, "Guess what?"
"What?" he replies suspiciously.
"I can fly," the older boy says triumphantly, immediately following which he teeters off the counter and falls on the ground in a heap.
As if on autopilot, Kibum rushes over to the shaking form on the floor. "Oh god, are you all right?" he asks, turning Jonghyun over to face him while checking for any obvious injuries.
Jonghyun doesn’t even answer, he’s laughing too hard.
Laughing.
Kibum stumbles back, half bewildered, half horrified, but before he has a chance to open his mouth and say anything Taemin hops off the toilet tank and hastily pulls Jonghyun to his feet.
"HYUNG," he shouts so loudly that Kibum's sure even the neighbors can hear, "HYUNG, I DON'T THINK WE FINISHED THAT LAST ONE."
Jonghyun stops laughing, mouth forming an 'o' of disbelief. "TAEMINNIE, WE CANNOT ALLOW THAT. WE CANNOT."
"EXACTLY, HYUNG, THAT'S WHY WE HAVE TO GO NOW," the maknae continues to scream, all the while dragging Jonghyun by the shower curtain towards the door.
Kibum, who has been watching this absurd dialogue in shocked silence, decides at that moment that perhaps he should try once again to do something about this situation. He manages to follow them a few feet before they start half-running, half-tripping to the kitchen again.
Almost slipping in some mysterious foul-smelling substance trying to keep up with them, he reaches the kitchen, and for the third time that morning, finds himself at a loss for words.
The once-pristine kitchen now resembles a minor battlefield: coffee grounds are strewn everywhere, what appears to be peanut butter is slathered all over the counter, pasta sauce he wasn't even aware they owned (at least that's what he's hoping it is) is smeared all over the walls, and what appears to be a cut of beef is hanging dangerously from the ceiling.
The two responsible for this mess are crouching atop the dining table, chattering to each other worriedly as they look around for their lost joint.
Kibum finally decides that enough is enough. "YAH!" he screeches, standing up straight and facing them.
They turn to him, not startled as he expected them to be, but rather with beseeching looks on their faces.
"Kibummie hyung, can you help us? we lost the last one and we don't remember where we left it," the youngest asks, tears welling up in his eyes.
"We? I wasn't the last one to take a hit," Jonghyun chimes in defensively.
Taemin's expression immediately darkens. "Don't put all the blame on me, hyung, you were the one that wanted to be king of the mountain!"
He must be dreaming, that must be it, Kibum thinks as he sinks to the floor and buries his face into his hands, a choked sob of frustration escaping his lips as the two continue to bicker loudly.
Meanwhile, both bedroom doors open almost simultaneously.
Minho pops out again, looking from side to side down the corridor before he spies Kibum collapsed on the ground, mouth opening and closing like a fish as tears run down his face. Wordlessly, he pulls his head back inside, quietly shuts the door and locks it once again.
Jinki walks out of his room, stretching his arms out widely in an attempt to wake up as he smacks his lips loudly.
"So, what's for breakfast?"
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humor (kibum-centric, jongtae bffery)
1097 words
pg
a/n: suck out my soul and spit it on the floor omg my brain is mush. happy birthday, koalaspice! nuna loves you ;~; #slothcouple forever. <3
Kibum likes waking up slowly. He loves taking his time to sit up, stretch, and generally enjoy the quiet and the stillness that is early morning.
This morning, however, he realizes is doomed the moment he wakes up a good twenty minutes before the alarm goes off because he hears a crashing noise from the kitchen.
He jumps straight up in bed and is immediately assaulted by a sickly sweet smell. Groaning aloud, he quickly grabs a towel and wraps it around the lower part of his face before he begins to survey the room. Jinki is still fast asleep, snoring slightly as his right arm and leg dangle off the bed.
Kibum's eyes immediately snap to the other side of the room, where the youngest member's bunk is surprisingly empty.
Loud giggling and snorting coming from outside the bedroom door quickly confirm his rapidly growing suspicion that something is horribly off. Fully prepared to start off the day with a long speech about how some people should be more considerate of others and let them get adequate rest because even though they're in between promotions doesn't mean that they don't have work to do, he pulls the door open, allowing it to bang loudly against the wall (startling the poor leader right out of bed and onto the floor) and stops dead at what he sees.
It appears as if all the contents of the refrigerator and most of the kitchen cabinets have found their way onto the walls and floor of the corridor. Kibum is about to shriek "WHAT IS THIS" when he sees a pile of what seem to be hysterically laughing limbs race by and run into the bathroom. There almost isn't enough time to wheel backwards to protect himself before another smaller figure darts by in a similar manner, goes into the bathroom and shuts the door.
Kibum is still staring dumbly in the direction of the bathroom when Minho opens the door to his bedroom and peers out.
Briefly surveying the scene before him, he turns to Kibum. "I see hyung and Taeminnie are at it again. Have fun," he says, ducking back inside and locking the door before the older boy even has a chance to react.
Again?
Have fun?
Looking back inside his own bedroom, he sees Jinki asleep on the floor, snoring even more loudly than before. With a sigh of resignation, he shuts the door to the bedroom and carefully ventures toward the closed bathroom door, behind which he thinks he can hear someone wailing the lyrics to a Judy Garland song.
Steeling himself for the worst, he throws the door open and begins to yell "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU TWO ARE DOING" but stops mid-sentence at the sight before him.
Taemin is perched on top of the toilet tank, covered in something that looks suspiciously like chocolate, rice flour and chili paste mixed together, pointing and laughing like a crazy person at Jonghyun, who is wearing the shower curtain as a cape as he attempts to stand upright on the counter but keeps on slipping and wobbling precariously close to the edge.
As if nothing's wrong, Jonghyun stops singing, turns to Kibum and asks brightly, "Guess what?"
"What?" he replies suspiciously.
"I can fly," the older boy says triumphantly, immediately following which he teeters off the counter and falls on the ground in a heap.
As if on autopilot, Kibum rushes over to the shaking form on the floor. "Oh god, are you all right?" he asks, turning Jonghyun over to face him while checking for any obvious injuries.
Jonghyun doesn’t even answer, he’s laughing too hard.
Laughing.
Kibum stumbles back, half bewildered, half horrified, but before he has a chance to open his mouth and say anything Taemin hops off the toilet tank and hastily pulls Jonghyun to his feet.
"HYUNG," he shouts so loudly that Kibum's sure even the neighbors can hear, "HYUNG, I DON'T THINK WE FINISHED THAT LAST ONE."
Jonghyun stops laughing, mouth forming an 'o' of disbelief. "TAEMINNIE, WE CANNOT ALLOW THAT. WE CANNOT."
"EXACTLY, HYUNG, THAT'S WHY WE HAVE TO GO NOW," the maknae continues to scream, all the while dragging Jonghyun by the shower curtain towards the door.
Kibum, who has been watching this absurd dialogue in shocked silence, decides at that moment that perhaps he should try once again to do something about this situation. He manages to follow them a few feet before they start half-running, half-tripping to the kitchen again.
Almost slipping in some mysterious foul-smelling substance trying to keep up with them, he reaches the kitchen, and for the third time that morning, finds himself at a loss for words.
The once-pristine kitchen now resembles a minor battlefield: coffee grounds are strewn everywhere, what appears to be peanut butter is slathered all over the counter, pasta sauce he wasn't even aware they owned (at least that's what he's hoping it is) is smeared all over the walls, and what appears to be a cut of beef is hanging dangerously from the ceiling.
The two responsible for this mess are crouching atop the dining table, chattering to each other worriedly as they look around for their lost joint.
Kibum finally decides that enough is enough. "YAH!" he screeches, standing up straight and facing them.
They turn to him, not startled as he expected them to be, but rather with beseeching looks on their faces.
"Kibummie hyung, can you help us? we lost the last one and we don't remember where we left it," the youngest asks, tears welling up in his eyes.
"We? I wasn't the last one to take a hit," Jonghyun chimes in defensively.
Taemin's expression immediately darkens. "Don't put all the blame on me, hyung, you were the one that wanted to be king of the mountain!"
He must be dreaming, that must be it, Kibum thinks as he sinks to the floor and buries his face into his hands, a choked sob of frustration escaping his lips as the two continue to bicker loudly.
Meanwhile, both bedroom doors open almost simultaneously.
Minho pops out again, looking from side to side down the corridor before he spies Kibum collapsed on the ground, mouth opening and closing like a fish as tears run down his face. Wordlessly, he pulls his head back inside, quietly shuts the door and locks it once again.
Jinki walks out of his room, stretching his arms out widely in an attempt to wake up as he smacks his lips loudly.
"So, what's for breakfast?"
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