Patience is the companion of wisdom.
Hyunseung-centric; 1/5; 551 words; the first tasting of the awesomely great Jang balls; written for countrymir
There had to be someone he could get to taste his masterpiece. Some soldier in the world brave enough to delight his taste buds with the extraordinary tongue exploding Jang balls, it was a working title.
“I really don’t think that’s edible.” Hyunseung rolled his eyes. Yoseob was just jealous because he hadn’t thought of the possibilities of all the things you could do with a giant pot and cooking oil. You could deep fry your mother if you wanted to.
Though if someone wanted to deep fry their mother there really was something wrong with him. Hyunseung just shrugged the thought off and shoved aside the visual maknae. No way was he going to let Yoseob try it. He’d mocked him already so he wasn’t going to privy to the rapture of the amazing make your stomach do flip flop Jang balls. Hm maybe the first name was better.
Doojoon was too busy making money, Kikwang too busy staring at himself and Dongwoon figuring out which hair remover cream might work better. So there was only one person left, Yong Junhyung.
The rapper was still sitting on the couch amazed by the fact he had fingers, five of them. How excited he was going to be when he noticed he had a second hand. So Hyunseung plopped down right next to him on the couch. Junhyung frowned as it left a line he’d been writing in his notebook to end up all the way at the edge of the page.
“Don’t care, don’t know, not high and go bother someone else.” All the words were spoken without him even looking up from the page. Hyunseung opened his mouth as if to say more.
“And no I don’t believe the stars are actually aliens trying to get closer and learn how to adapt to humanity.” Hyunseung rolled his eyes. Of course Junhyung wouldn’t understand his theory on aliens, Junhyung was too busy pretending to understand women. They were an entirely different kind of alien.
“No, stupid. Just say ah.” Junhyung would do anything to get Hyunseung to go away. He didn’t want to be caught in another game of which seems more realistic where all the options made him fear for the one brain cell left in Hyunseung’s head.
So it was without hesitation, and still scribbling on his paper, that Junhyung open his mouth. At first touch to his tongue the blow your fucking mind Jang ball wasn’t bad. A little bit chewy but once he bit into it his mouth was on fire. Not just from the spiciness but literal fire. A burst of oil from the inside and something he could not identify was out to destroy Junhyung’s mouth.
He screamed and threw his book up into the air running out the door. Yoseob sighed, giving Hyunseung a look that said I told you so and moved out the door after Junhyung.
“I’ll get manager-hyung and ice water…” Hyunseung looked down at the bowl of piece of crap Yang balls, that seemed a better name. Maybe next time. He left them on the kitchen counter and grabbed one of Junhyung’s cokes. He probably wouldn’t be drinking them for a while anyway.
There had to be someone he could get to taste his masterpiece. Some soldier in the world brave enough to delight his taste buds with the extraordinary tongue exploding Jang balls, it was a working title.
“I really don’t think that’s edible.” Hyunseung rolled his eyes. Yoseob was just jealous because he hadn’t thought of the possibilities of all the things you could do with a giant pot and cooking oil. You could deep fry your mother if you wanted to.
Though if someone wanted to deep fry their mother there really was something wrong with him. Hyunseung just shrugged the thought off and shoved aside the visual maknae. No way was he going to let Yoseob try it. He’d mocked him already so he wasn’t going to privy to the rapture of the amazing make your stomach do flip flop Jang balls. Hm maybe the first name was better.
Doojoon was too busy making money, Kikwang too busy staring at himself and Dongwoon figuring out which hair remover cream might work better. So there was only one person left, Yong Junhyung.
The rapper was still sitting on the couch amazed by the fact he had fingers, five of them. How excited he was going to be when he noticed he had a second hand. So Hyunseung plopped down right next to him on the couch. Junhyung frowned as it left a line he’d been writing in his notebook to end up all the way at the edge of the page.
“Don’t care, don’t know, not high and go bother someone else.” All the words were spoken without him even looking up from the page. Hyunseung opened his mouth as if to say more.
“And no I don’t believe the stars are actually aliens trying to get closer and learn how to adapt to humanity.” Hyunseung rolled his eyes. Of course Junhyung wouldn’t understand his theory on aliens, Junhyung was too busy pretending to understand women. They were an entirely different kind of alien.
“No, stupid. Just say ah.” Junhyung would do anything to get Hyunseung to go away. He didn’t want to be caught in another game of which seems more realistic where all the options made him fear for the one brain cell left in Hyunseung’s head.
So it was without hesitation, and still scribbling on his paper, that Junhyung open his mouth. At first touch to his tongue the blow your fucking mind Jang ball wasn’t bad. A little bit chewy but once he bit into it his mouth was on fire. Not just from the spiciness but literal fire. A burst of oil from the inside and something he could not identify was out to destroy Junhyung’s mouth.
He screamed and threw his book up into the air running out the door. Yoseob sighed, giving Hyunseung a look that said I told you so and moved out the door after Junhyung.
“I’ll get manager-hyung and ice water…” Hyunseung looked down at the bowl of piece of crap Yang balls, that seemed a better name. Maybe next time. He left them on the kitchen counter and grabbed one of Junhyung’s cokes. He probably wouldn’t be drinking them for a while anyway.