50% Pain and 50% Crack, 100% Reason to Remember the Name
Title: 50% Pain and 50% Crack, 100% Reason to Remember the Name
Author: VVIPforSeungRi
Rating: PG-13 to PG-15
Pairing: G-Ri, TOPRi, BaeRi, Seungri/OC
Word Count: 2263
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Crack
Summary: 10 Drabbles iTunes Challenge!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how hard I try.
AN: Decided to do another one of these since I had a writing itch and also wanted to procrastinate. My spring break is over and I actually should do my homework... of course now's the time I feel like writing. *rolls eyes at self* Also, ignore the title, 'remembering the name' has nothing to do with the meme.
Break Even - The Script - SeungRi/JiYong
JiYong lies in his bed, earphones jammed on his ears and music blasting at the loudest setting. And yet he still can’t get the sound out of his head, that damned sound that’s been haunting him and been eating at him for days.
Of course, it was none other than the sound of SeungRi’s laughter, his childlike, innocent laughter. Normally, JiYong took delight in listening to the younger laugh, the infectious lilt a different sort of music to his ears.
But not now. Not now that SeungRi was laughing for someone else, being happy with someone else. And a small part of him hated SeungRi for it, for being able to be so goddamned happy, while JiYong was lying here, in his bed, utterly alone and utterly heartbroken.
JiYong doesn’t know how much longer he can avoid SeungRi, avoid looking into the maknae’s carefree eyes and see how he’s moved on, when JiYong’s still very much in love and very much broken. He curses, wondering why God couldn’t be a little fairer and make hearts break even.
No Better Than Strangers - Baby Soul - JiYong/SeungRi
SeungRi looks up, recognizing the voice, the voice ordering a cup of coffee and two doughnuts. Of course he would recognize that voice anywhere, it was the same voice that had once whispered sweet nothings and reassurances in his ear at night, that had whispered more naughty things in his ear at different nights.
SeungRi looks over to the counter and, of course, it’s JiYong. JiYong, looking the same as ever, ratty and harried, the look of an ever-working music junkie. Unconsciously, SeungRi finds himself calling out JiYong’s name. JiYong turns to look his way. Their eyes meet, and in that one instant SeungRi is reminded of those past whisperings.
But then JiYong looks away, looks away, as if SeungRi had been nothing better than a stranger. SeungRi flushes and looks away, feeling his heart ache in a sort of half-humiliation, half-longing.
Back To December - Taylor Swift - TOP/SeungRi, implied SeungRi/OC
“You’re looking good, maknae.”
SeungRi smiles awkwardly, as though he’d rather not answer. “You’re looking good too, hyung.”
SeungHyun shifts, shoving hands in his pockets. “I heard about the wedding. Congratulations.”
This time, SeungRi’s smile is a little bit more genuine, no doubt brought on by the thought of his fiancée. God, a fiancée. As if that wasn’t completely humiliating. “Thanks, I really appreciate it. I did send you an invitation…” SeungRi trails off, suddenly looking awkward again. “But I guess you wouldn’t really want to come, huh?”
No, not really. But SeungHyun forces a smile. “Sure I would, why wouldn’t I want to be there for my maknae on the day of his wedding? Happiest day of your life, I'm sure.” He doesn’t mention it, but he knows they’re both thinking it. That one drunken night when SeungHyun had proposed, on one knee, with a plastic ring bought from the corner mart.
They both laugh, nervously, and SeungRi steers the conversation away from the talk of marriage. SeungHyun can’t help wishing SeungRi had taken him seriously, that night long ago, and couldn’t help wishing he could take back the events that followed afterward.
Told You So - Jesse McCartney - SeungRi/JiYong
SeungRi wakes up to his phone ringing incessantly on his pillow. He glances at the clock, it’s 3AM. He groans (his heart hurts a little) and he picks up the phone, already knowing who it was without having to check caller ID.
“SeungRi?”
“JiYong. It’s three in the morning.”
“I-I know, I'm sorry.”
“What’s wrong?” SeungRi already knows what’s wrong. He can hear the slight sobs in JiYong’s voice, he can imagine JiYong’s red-rimmed eyes and shaking fingers reaching for another cigarette.
“Can I sleep at your place tonight?” JiYong ignores the question, like he does every time. And SeungRi agrees, like he does every time.
When JiYong arrives, it’s exactly as SeungRi pictured it. He lets the older in, offering a cup of coffee. JiYong smiles weakly in thanks.
“SeungRi, I'm sorry-”
“Hyung, I know.” Of course SeungRi knows. He knows all about JiYong’s fucked up relationship. He tries to keep the I told you so out of his voice.
Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely - Backstreet Boys - SeungRi/OC
SeungRi hadn’t known what the meaning of being lonely truly was, not until it was far, far too late.
He remembers the nights spent out at the club or at the bar, the nights hooking up with whores and tramps, the phone calls about staying late at the office, and the lies in his voice he knows they both heard.
He remembers the weeks spent in silence, neither one willing to yield and surrender. Weeks of arguments and tears, weeks where SeungRi knows he did wrong, but wouldn’t admit it to himself, and definitely not to her.
He remembers waking up with an aching back from sleeping on the couch, kicked out of the bedroom yet again for coming home drunk and smelling of another woman’s perfume. He remembers yelling and holding grudges, unable to let go of his pride and apologize, just this once.
And now, when it’s too late, he remembers the afternoons in the park, picnicking in the sun and laughing in each other’s arms. The lazy Sundays where they’d sleep in until noon. The mornings where SeungRi would wake up with a kiss and whispers of I love you in his ears. The nights spent showing that love in other means. That one glorious day full of white where he’d proudly stood at the altar and slipped a ring on her fourth finger.
But there’s no use in remembering now, not when all he had left were the memories, anyway. He knew he should be moving on, but he finds that he can’t, he just can’t. Not when it is only her that he can think of, in every thought of every day. He now knows just what she was talking about when she’d spoken of loneliness; he understands the pain and misery behind it. He knows, understands, and accepts it as punishment, though he doesn’t think he can take this torture much longer.
Heartbreaker - G-Dragon - SeungRi/JiYong
“You fucking heartbreaker,” says SeungRi, almost gloating as he smiles smugly, pulling JiYong’s face to his so that their lips can press together and dance. “Just can’t keep those hands to yourself, huh?”
JiYong chuckles, “It’s not my fault they were enjoying my little… show. And you know it was all for you, baby.”
SeungRi smiles fiercely. “All mine.” He pulls their lips together again, this time enough to elicit a moan from JiYong. “Though, if you really want to go play with the pretty Barbies, I suppose I can let you go for just one night…”
“Never,” whispers JiYong, pressing himself against SeungRi. “Besides, you know how fragile women are. I don’t like it when my lovers break.”
“You’re pretty delicate yourself, Ji baby,” commented SeungRi. “Probably why you always come running back to me no matter how many times I send you away. You need me.”
“So I do,” JiYong agreed. “But I suppose the real heartbreaker here would be you.”
Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield - TOP/SeungRi, implied JiYong/SeungRi
“You’re such a slob, SeungRi,” SeungHyun teased, reaching forward to wipe the bit of chocolate frosting off of SeungRi’s nose. “But oh-so-cute. I can see what JiYong sees in you… bet you got messy just so he’d lick it off of you, eh, maknae?”
SeungRi blushed adorably, scowling into the cupcake mix, his face also covered with flour. “I did not,” he muttered embarrassedly, reaching up to palm his face self-consciously, only smearing more chocolate on his face in the process.
“Mm, you’re right. You’re too innocent for that sort of thing. Though I suppose you can’t be that innocent, from what I hear coming from your room every night!” SeungHyun grinned and dodged the bit of cupcake that SeungRi had chucked at his head.
“Hyung,” SeungRi whined, stomping his feet a little in childish embarrassment. Oh God, what SeungHyun would give to kiss that pout off his mouth.
Gah. He shouldn’t be thinking like that! This was JiYong’s boyfriend. No matter how much he wished SeungRi wasn’t. But hell, wasn’t he entitled to something?! Was there no justice in the world?! Come on, SeungHyun’s here baking cupcakes with SeungRi, for JiYong no less! SeungHyun couldn’t be blamed for his thoughts, could he?!
Oh well, as if his conscience had ever stopped him before. And he really did love chocolate cupcakes…
Favourite Girl - Justin Bieber - SeungRi/JiYong
“Oh, JiYong, you know you’re my favourite girl,” said SeungRi with a straight face, before bursting into fits of laughter, his face slowly turning red and tears running down his cheeks as JiYong watched him silently, fuming.
Oh, the maknae was dead.
“SeungRi! Are you still teasing him about it? He’s gonna strangle you while you sleep, you know,” warned YoungBae, who’d just peeked his head into the dressing room to witness SeungRi cackling on the floor and JiYong, in the damn dress, glaring daggers at the maknae.
“Yeah, listen to YoungBae, SeungRi. Though I think strangling is too light. You better watch your back, SeungRi,” JiYong threatened, stomping off (or, as best as he could in his high heels) as he heard the director call him out for another take.
“Oh my God, hyung, I think this must be the happiest day of my life. And it’s all gonna be on film,” SeungRi gasped out in between chortles. “This Secret Garden parody was the best idea I’ve ever had.”
Raise Your Glasses - P!nk - JiYong/SeungRi (I totally cheated with this one, I played the song three times!)
The club was loud as the music pumped heavy through the speakers and drinks were spilled all over. Of course, no one thought of it, since it was all on SeungRi’s tab tonight. Speaking of SeungRi, considering the party was for him, it would be expected that SeungRi be out there on the dance floor, yelling the loudest and dancing the hardest, celebrating his twenty-first birthday hammered.
In reality, though, he was sitting in one of the VIP benches, arms crossed over his chest, and pouting.
“Oh, come on, SeungRi,” wheedled SeungHyun, dropping down beside the maknae with two glasses in his hands, one of which he forced into SeungRi’s hand. “Live a little! It’s your birthday! He already told you he couldn’t make it, just get over it!”
“Hyung!” SeungRi whined. “How am I supposed to have fun when my fucking boyfriend isn’t here to help me celebrate? This totally sucks.”
“I'm offended, SeungRi,” deadpanned SeungHyun. “You’d think I was a pet rock for all the enthusiasm you show me. I worked my ass of preparing this for you, and I'm not letting you spend it here sulking! Now come on, you’re coming with me to dance. And you know I don’t do that for just anyone,” added SeungHyun meaningfully.
It was true, so SeungRi reluctantly let himself be pulled off the couch into the middle of the pulsing crowd. SeungHyun, already on his way to full-out drunkenness, was flailing and shimmying in a manner completely inappropriate for the song that was playing, which had SeungRi howling with laughter. SeungRi finally decided to take SeungHyun’s advice and try to forget about JiYong’s disappointing absence, joining his drunk hyung in his tribal dance.
However, no sooner had he gotten in the groove and was on his way to perfecting the tribal dance when the track suddenly got cut off and everyone stopped dancing. SeungRi stared, wondering what was going on. And then blushed from head to toe once he realized everyone had started singing.
Happy Birthday, of course. Oh God, how mortifying.
But SeungRi’s eyes widened in shock as he saw JiYong walk through the crowd, singing cheerfully along with the others, holding two shots in his hands, a picture of a birthday cake on each glass.
“Happy Birthday, SeungRi!” JiYong finished as he reached SeungRi and everyone cheered, the song playing again. The others left a little space around them, though, so they were undisturbed.
“You came!” exclaimed SeungRi happily.
“Of course, like I’d really miss your birthday, babe,” grinned JiYong, rolling his eyes. “Now, shall we?” He handed SeungRi one of the shots, happy to be the one to officially corrupt the kid. The two downed the drinks and JiYong pulled SeungRi in for a kiss, right there on the dance floor.
“Happy birthday,” said JiYong again. “I love you.”
Blame It - Jamie Foxx - SeungRi/JiYong, implied SeungRi/YoungBae, also mention of poor DaeSung
“Hyung, you don’t think YoungBae-hyung will be angry, right?” SeungRi intoned, looking at JiYong with sudden nervousness.
“Sure he won’t, maknae. Don’t worry your pretty little ass,” JiYong replied, grinning as he cracked another egg open.
They were baking, baking, in YoungBae’s precious kitchen. It didn’t look like much of a kitchen anymore, though. Flour, egg, smears of chocolate, and, inexplicably, ketchup covered many surfaces. The sink was filled to the brim with what seemed like their entire collection of bowls and spoons (though why they needed the shot glasses was a mystery). In short, they had destroyed the kitchen.
SeungRi scowled at the mention of his ‘pretty little ass’. “No, I'm serious, hyung! Are you sure he won’t mind?!”
“Of course he won’t! Stop worrying, it’s making me worried! Besides, we’re baking for him anyway! He can’t complain!”
“But what if he does?!”
“We blame it on DaeSung. It’s always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for, maknae, everyone knows that!”
Author: VVIPforSeungRi
Rating: PG-13 to PG-15
Pairing: G-Ri, TOPRi, BaeRi, Seungri/OC
Word Count: 2263
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Crack
Summary: 10 Drabbles iTunes Challenge!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how hard I try.
AN: Decided to do another one of these since I had a writing itch and also wanted to procrastinate. My spring break is over and I actually should do my homework... of course now's the time I feel like writing. *rolls eyes at self* Also, ignore the title, 'remembering the name' has nothing to do with the meme.
Break Even - The Script - SeungRi/JiYong
JiYong lies in his bed, earphones jammed on his ears and music blasting at the loudest setting. And yet he still can’t get the sound out of his head, that damned sound that’s been haunting him and been eating at him for days.
Of course, it was none other than the sound of SeungRi’s laughter, his childlike, innocent laughter. Normally, JiYong took delight in listening to the younger laugh, the infectious lilt a different sort of music to his ears.
But not now. Not now that SeungRi was laughing for someone else, being happy with someone else. And a small part of him hated SeungRi for it, for being able to be so goddamned happy, while JiYong was lying here, in his bed, utterly alone and utterly heartbroken.
JiYong doesn’t know how much longer he can avoid SeungRi, avoid looking into the maknae’s carefree eyes and see how he’s moved on, when JiYong’s still very much in love and very much broken. He curses, wondering why God couldn’t be a little fairer and make hearts break even.
No Better Than Strangers - Baby Soul - JiYong/SeungRi
SeungRi looks up, recognizing the voice, the voice ordering a cup of coffee and two doughnuts. Of course he would recognize that voice anywhere, it was the same voice that had once whispered sweet nothings and reassurances in his ear at night, that had whispered more naughty things in his ear at different nights.
SeungRi looks over to the counter and, of course, it’s JiYong. JiYong, looking the same as ever, ratty and harried, the look of an ever-working music junkie. Unconsciously, SeungRi finds himself calling out JiYong’s name. JiYong turns to look his way. Their eyes meet, and in that one instant SeungRi is reminded of those past whisperings.
But then JiYong looks away, looks away, as if SeungRi had been nothing better than a stranger. SeungRi flushes and looks away, feeling his heart ache in a sort of half-humiliation, half-longing.
Back To December - Taylor Swift - TOP/SeungRi, implied SeungRi/OC
“You’re looking good, maknae.”
SeungRi smiles awkwardly, as though he’d rather not answer. “You’re looking good too, hyung.”
SeungHyun shifts, shoving hands in his pockets. “I heard about the wedding. Congratulations.”
This time, SeungRi’s smile is a little bit more genuine, no doubt brought on by the thought of his fiancée. God, a fiancée. As if that wasn’t completely humiliating. “Thanks, I really appreciate it. I did send you an invitation…” SeungRi trails off, suddenly looking awkward again. “But I guess you wouldn’t really want to come, huh?”
No, not really. But SeungHyun forces a smile. “Sure I would, why wouldn’t I want to be there for my maknae on the day of his wedding? Happiest day of your life, I'm sure.” He doesn’t mention it, but he knows they’re both thinking it. That one drunken night when SeungHyun had proposed, on one knee, with a plastic ring bought from the corner mart.
They both laugh, nervously, and SeungRi steers the conversation away from the talk of marriage. SeungHyun can’t help wishing SeungRi had taken him seriously, that night long ago, and couldn’t help wishing he could take back the events that followed afterward.
Told You So - Jesse McCartney - SeungRi/JiYong
SeungRi wakes up to his phone ringing incessantly on his pillow. He glances at the clock, it’s 3AM. He groans (his heart hurts a little) and he picks up the phone, already knowing who it was without having to check caller ID.
“SeungRi?”
“JiYong. It’s three in the morning.”
“I-I know, I'm sorry.”
“What’s wrong?” SeungRi already knows what’s wrong. He can hear the slight sobs in JiYong’s voice, he can imagine JiYong’s red-rimmed eyes and shaking fingers reaching for another cigarette.
“Can I sleep at your place tonight?” JiYong ignores the question, like he does every time. And SeungRi agrees, like he does every time.
When JiYong arrives, it’s exactly as SeungRi pictured it. He lets the older in, offering a cup of coffee. JiYong smiles weakly in thanks.
“SeungRi, I'm sorry-”
“Hyung, I know.” Of course SeungRi knows. He knows all about JiYong’s fucked up relationship. He tries to keep the I told you so out of his voice.
Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely - Backstreet Boys - SeungRi/OC
SeungRi hadn’t known what the meaning of being lonely truly was, not until it was far, far too late.
He remembers the nights spent out at the club or at the bar, the nights hooking up with whores and tramps, the phone calls about staying late at the office, and the lies in his voice he knows they both heard.
He remembers the weeks spent in silence, neither one willing to yield and surrender. Weeks of arguments and tears, weeks where SeungRi knows he did wrong, but wouldn’t admit it to himself, and definitely not to her.
He remembers waking up with an aching back from sleeping on the couch, kicked out of the bedroom yet again for coming home drunk and smelling of another woman’s perfume. He remembers yelling and holding grudges, unable to let go of his pride and apologize, just this once.
And now, when it’s too late, he remembers the afternoons in the park, picnicking in the sun and laughing in each other’s arms. The lazy Sundays where they’d sleep in until noon. The mornings where SeungRi would wake up with a kiss and whispers of I love you in his ears. The nights spent showing that love in other means. That one glorious day full of white where he’d proudly stood at the altar and slipped a ring on her fourth finger.
But there’s no use in remembering now, not when all he had left were the memories, anyway. He knew he should be moving on, but he finds that he can’t, he just can’t. Not when it is only her that he can think of, in every thought of every day. He now knows just what she was talking about when she’d spoken of loneliness; he understands the pain and misery behind it. He knows, understands, and accepts it as punishment, though he doesn’t think he can take this torture much longer.
Heartbreaker - G-Dragon - SeungRi/JiYong
“You fucking heartbreaker,” says SeungRi, almost gloating as he smiles smugly, pulling JiYong’s face to his so that their lips can press together and dance. “Just can’t keep those hands to yourself, huh?”
JiYong chuckles, “It’s not my fault they were enjoying my little… show. And you know it was all for you, baby.”
SeungRi smiles fiercely. “All mine.” He pulls their lips together again, this time enough to elicit a moan from JiYong. “Though, if you really want to go play with the pretty Barbies, I suppose I can let you go for just one night…”
“Never,” whispers JiYong, pressing himself against SeungRi. “Besides, you know how fragile women are. I don’t like it when my lovers break.”
“You’re pretty delicate yourself, Ji baby,” commented SeungRi. “Probably why you always come running back to me no matter how many times I send you away. You need me.”
“So I do,” JiYong agreed. “But I suppose the real heartbreaker here would be you.”
Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield - TOP/SeungRi, implied JiYong/SeungRi
“You’re such a slob, SeungRi,” SeungHyun teased, reaching forward to wipe the bit of chocolate frosting off of SeungRi’s nose. “But oh-so-cute. I can see what JiYong sees in you… bet you got messy just so he’d lick it off of you, eh, maknae?”
SeungRi blushed adorably, scowling into the cupcake mix, his face also covered with flour. “I did not,” he muttered embarrassedly, reaching up to palm his face self-consciously, only smearing more chocolate on his face in the process.
“Mm, you’re right. You’re too innocent for that sort of thing. Though I suppose you can’t be that innocent, from what I hear coming from your room every night!” SeungHyun grinned and dodged the bit of cupcake that SeungRi had chucked at his head.
“Hyung,” SeungRi whined, stomping his feet a little in childish embarrassment. Oh God, what SeungHyun would give to kiss that pout off his mouth.
Gah. He shouldn’t be thinking like that! This was JiYong’s boyfriend. No matter how much he wished SeungRi wasn’t. But hell, wasn’t he entitled to something?! Was there no justice in the world?! Come on, SeungHyun’s here baking cupcakes with SeungRi, for JiYong no less! SeungHyun couldn’t be blamed for his thoughts, could he?!
Oh well, as if his conscience had ever stopped him before. And he really did love chocolate cupcakes…
Favourite Girl - Justin Bieber - SeungRi/JiYong
“Oh, JiYong, you know you’re my favourite girl,” said SeungRi with a straight face, before bursting into fits of laughter, his face slowly turning red and tears running down his cheeks as JiYong watched him silently, fuming.
Oh, the maknae was dead.
“SeungRi! Are you still teasing him about it? He’s gonna strangle you while you sleep, you know,” warned YoungBae, who’d just peeked his head into the dressing room to witness SeungRi cackling on the floor and JiYong, in the damn dress, glaring daggers at the maknae.
“Yeah, listen to YoungBae, SeungRi. Though I think strangling is too light. You better watch your back, SeungRi,” JiYong threatened, stomping off (or, as best as he could in his high heels) as he heard the director call him out for another take.
“Oh my God, hyung, I think this must be the happiest day of my life. And it’s all gonna be on film,” SeungRi gasped out in between chortles. “This Secret Garden parody was the best idea I’ve ever had.”
Raise Your Glasses - P!nk - JiYong/SeungRi (I totally cheated with this one, I played the song three times!)
The club was loud as the music pumped heavy through the speakers and drinks were spilled all over. Of course, no one thought of it, since it was all on SeungRi’s tab tonight. Speaking of SeungRi, considering the party was for him, it would be expected that SeungRi be out there on the dance floor, yelling the loudest and dancing the hardest, celebrating his twenty-first birthday hammered.
In reality, though, he was sitting in one of the VIP benches, arms crossed over his chest, and pouting.
“Oh, come on, SeungRi,” wheedled SeungHyun, dropping down beside the maknae with two glasses in his hands, one of which he forced into SeungRi’s hand. “Live a little! It’s your birthday! He already told you he couldn’t make it, just get over it!”
“Hyung!” SeungRi whined. “How am I supposed to have fun when my fucking boyfriend isn’t here to help me celebrate? This totally sucks.”
“I'm offended, SeungRi,” deadpanned SeungHyun. “You’d think I was a pet rock for all the enthusiasm you show me. I worked my ass of preparing this for you, and I'm not letting you spend it here sulking! Now come on, you’re coming with me to dance. And you know I don’t do that for just anyone,” added SeungHyun meaningfully.
It was true, so SeungRi reluctantly let himself be pulled off the couch into the middle of the pulsing crowd. SeungHyun, already on his way to full-out drunkenness, was flailing and shimmying in a manner completely inappropriate for the song that was playing, which had SeungRi howling with laughter. SeungRi finally decided to take SeungHyun’s advice and try to forget about JiYong’s disappointing absence, joining his drunk hyung in his tribal dance.
However, no sooner had he gotten in the groove and was on his way to perfecting the tribal dance when the track suddenly got cut off and everyone stopped dancing. SeungRi stared, wondering what was going on. And then blushed from head to toe once he realized everyone had started singing.
Happy Birthday, of course. Oh God, how mortifying.
But SeungRi’s eyes widened in shock as he saw JiYong walk through the crowd, singing cheerfully along with the others, holding two shots in his hands, a picture of a birthday cake on each glass.
“Happy Birthday, SeungRi!” JiYong finished as he reached SeungRi and everyone cheered, the song playing again. The others left a little space around them, though, so they were undisturbed.
“You came!” exclaimed SeungRi happily.
“Of course, like I’d really miss your birthday, babe,” grinned JiYong, rolling his eyes. “Now, shall we?” He handed SeungRi one of the shots, happy to be the one to officially corrupt the kid. The two downed the drinks and JiYong pulled SeungRi in for a kiss, right there on the dance floor.
“Happy birthday,” said JiYong again. “I love you.”
Blame It - Jamie Foxx - SeungRi/JiYong, implied SeungRi/YoungBae, also mention of poor DaeSung
“Hyung, you don’t think YoungBae-hyung will be angry, right?” SeungRi intoned, looking at JiYong with sudden nervousness.
“Sure he won’t, maknae. Don’t worry your pretty little ass,” JiYong replied, grinning as he cracked another egg open.
They were baking, baking, in YoungBae’s precious kitchen. It didn’t look like much of a kitchen anymore, though. Flour, egg, smears of chocolate, and, inexplicably, ketchup covered many surfaces. The sink was filled to the brim with what seemed like their entire collection of bowls and spoons (though why they needed the shot glasses was a mystery). In short, they had destroyed the kitchen.
SeungRi scowled at the mention of his ‘pretty little ass’. “No, I'm serious, hyung! Are you sure he won’t mind?!”
“Of course he won’t! Stop worrying, it’s making me worried! Besides, we’re baking for him anyway! He can’t complain!”
“But what if he does?!”
“We blame it on DaeSung. It’s always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for, maknae, everyone knows that!”