Late Night Hunger Pangs
Title: Late Night Hunger Pangs
Pairing: Dooseob
Member: Dongwoon
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff. AGAIN.
Word Count: 1,296
Summary: Dongwoon is hungry in the middle of the night 8'D
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys physically, but it's in my mind. (8
A/N: I wrote this at work because I was bored lol. And I'm really starting to think I can't write any other shit other than fluff. Sobs.
Yoseob glared at the lump underneath the blankets two bed spaces away. He was trying to memorise his lines for his musical but a certain blonde-haired maknae tossing and turning in bed was starting to become a distraction too much more him to handle. “Dongwoon-ah, you can’t sleep?” the visual maknae asked, tone laced with concern.
It wasn’t that the younger was tired. To be truthfully honest, he was worn out. But one thing kept him awake and that was… The constant growling of his stomach. The poor maknae had to forgo dinner because of recordings and when he returned back to the dorm, what was left of dinner were empty dishes lying in the washing sink.
“Hyung, I’m hungry,” said the younger as he erupted from the mountain of blankets with a pout. Dongwoon isn’t one to show his aegyo to many, but the BEAST members have come to realized that it was just part and parcel of being the maknae. They were all used to seeing the overgrown boy whine and pout, especially when he was hungry.
“Aish, don’t remind me. I’m getting hungry too,” the older of the two complained. At the mention of food, Yoseob’s stomach started to growl as well. He flipped himself so that he was lying on his back, holding his script against the light. “If you think about sleep, and not about food, I guess you could fall asleep.”
There was a moment of silence as Dongwoon gave it some thought. “But hyung, I’m hungry,” Dongwoon exclaimed, with a slight whine to emphasise his point. He crawled across Doojoon’s bed and lied next to Yoseob, trying to peek at his script. “Hyung, let’s go get food.” The younger tried to catch Yoseob’s attention by patting his shoulder. “Hyung.”
Yoseob let out an annoyed groan as he turned to face to maknae. “Okay okay, we’ll go find Doojoon for food alright?” The maknae’s only response was a squeal of delight before he scrambled his way down to ground level.
********
There wasn’t anything to be sneaky about being hungry. In fact, it was a perfectly normal thing. But this is not the case when Doojoon was involved. Not to mention a Doojoon infatuated over a soccer game. The two peeked out of the shared bedroom door to see their leader sprawled out across the couch, dressed in only his boxers and wifebeater, munching on snacks while being totally engrossed in his soccer match.
Yes, Doojoon’s image at home and out on stage is that different. But not that anyone else other than the BEAST members, their manager hyungs or the occasional coordi noonas would be seeing this side of him anyway. The leader’s eyes were practically glued to the TV; he was so absorbed that he didn’t notice that Yoseob and Dongwoon had crept up on him.
Just as Doojoon turned his head to look away from the TV screen, both Yoseob and Dongwoon fell to their knees. If anyone else saw this scene, they would have thought it was a rehearsed or staged. Doojoon’s eyes widen at the sight, taken aback by the maknae and his boyfriend’s actions.
Without a word, Dongwoon brought his hands up - clasped together - and tucked them under his chin. Large round eyes stared at the leader, eyelashes fluttering every once in awhile, sending off waves of innocence as it reached the shores of Doojoon’s heart. Yoseob was no better. His hands were straightened out, palms resting on his knees, as his boyfriend a pitiful look. A cute pout adorned his lips as he too, fluttered his eyelashes like a hurt puppy.
Doojoon usually dislikes people disturbing him while he watches his soccer matches. He often got annoyed at the members when they do. Just like how he exploded at Hyunseung when the dancer started to prance around in front of his TV screen, blocking his vision. Just like how he scolded Junhyung for walking across his TV screen while making trips to and fro between the kitchen and the balcony just to fetch more Coke. Just like how he kicked Kikwang’s butt when the muscled youth started doing push-ups in front of the TV screen, letting out breathy pants from time to time which made Doojoon annoyed because this was, clearly, not what he wants to hear. But this, this was unexpected. Very unexpected.
“W-what is this? What do you two want from me?” Doojoon stuttered, still in a state of shock. “I’m hungry, hyung,” the blonde whined. Yoseob brought a hand and rubbed at his own tummy and chimed in, “Dongwoonie made me hungry. So I’m hungry too~”
The leader rubbed his face and brushed his hair back as he tried to compose himself. The looks that the actual maknae and the visual maknae gave him almost made his heart explode. Yes, the leader was weak to these kinds of things. With aegyo, one could easily get away with many things in BEAST. And the one most susceptible to his members’ aegyo acts was none other than Yoon Doojoon.
He let out a long sigh and looked up at the spongebob clock hanging on the dorm wall. It read 10:15 PM. It wasn’t that late; the supermart should still be open if they wanted to get food. But he didn’t want to give in that easily. His soccer match still had another 30 minutes or so to go before it wraps up. Although the result was pretty clear cut, he decided to give it a try. “And… So?” He pretended to look confused, quirking an eyebrow to add on to its effect.
Yoseob stretched out a hand in front of Dongwoon to stop him from whining any further. “You know what we want, Doojoon-ah. We’re hungry.” Yoseob glared at Doojoon with an intensified gaze, pouting to the best of his ability because he knows that Doojoon will not be able to protest. And damn was he right, because Doojoon felt himself blushing and looking away.
He let out an annoyed grunt as he picked himself up from the couch. Scratching his back a little and ruffling his hair like an old ahjussi, he said, “Alright alright. Stop giving me that look. We’ll head to the supermart now to pick up some food. Just let me get changed.”
With that, the two on the floor stood up and hugged each other, bouncing on their heels in glee.
************
An hour later, the poor leader could be seen slouching over the stove in the kitchen as he randomly jabbed a pair of chopsticks around the frying pan. The sizzling sounds and undeniable fragrance of the meat he was frying was making Yoseob and Dongwoon even hungrier. The maknae was seated at the dining table, plate and cutlery already laid out, waiting in anticipation for his food.
On the other hand, Yoseob was prancing around Doojoon as he was frying meat. Armed with his phone, the ball of energy couldn’t resist but take pictures of his boyfriend hard at work preparing food for himself and the youngest of his members. It was certainly a rare sight to see Doojoon sweating over something that is not dancing or soccer.
In all honesty, Doojoon was anything but happy at this point because:
1) He was distracted from his soccer match,
2) He lost, yet again, to the all-powerful aegyo of his band members
But nothing can stop him from grinning like the idiot he is now as his boyfriend crept up behind him, arms encircling his waist and pulling him into a tight backhug. “I love you,” Yoseob whispered into Doojoon’s ear.
“Yeah, me too,” Doojoon replied, grinning down at the meat frying in the pan as he continued with his ministrations of random jabbing.
Pairing: Dooseob
Member: Dongwoon
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff. AGAIN.
Word Count: 1,296
Summary: Dongwoon is hungry in the middle of the night 8'D
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys physically, but it's in my mind. (8
A/N: I wrote this at work because I was bored lol. And I'm really starting to think I can't write any other shit other than fluff. Sobs.
Yoseob glared at the lump underneath the blankets two bed spaces away. He was trying to memorise his lines for his musical but a certain blonde-haired maknae tossing and turning in bed was starting to become a distraction too much more him to handle. “Dongwoon-ah, you can’t sleep?” the visual maknae asked, tone laced with concern.
It wasn’t that the younger was tired. To be truthfully honest, he was worn out. But one thing kept him awake and that was… The constant growling of his stomach. The poor maknae had to forgo dinner because of recordings and when he returned back to the dorm, what was left of dinner were empty dishes lying in the washing sink.
“Hyung, I’m hungry,” said the younger as he erupted from the mountain of blankets with a pout. Dongwoon isn’t one to show his aegyo to many, but the BEAST members have come to realized that it was just part and parcel of being the maknae. They were all used to seeing the overgrown boy whine and pout, especially when he was hungry.
“Aish, don’t remind me. I’m getting hungry too,” the older of the two complained. At the mention of food, Yoseob’s stomach started to growl as well. He flipped himself so that he was lying on his back, holding his script against the light. “If you think about sleep, and not about food, I guess you could fall asleep.”
There was a moment of silence as Dongwoon gave it some thought. “But hyung, I’m hungry,” Dongwoon exclaimed, with a slight whine to emphasise his point. He crawled across Doojoon’s bed and lied next to Yoseob, trying to peek at his script. “Hyung, let’s go get food.” The younger tried to catch Yoseob’s attention by patting his shoulder. “Hyung.”
Yoseob let out an annoyed groan as he turned to face to maknae. “Okay okay, we’ll go find Doojoon for food alright?” The maknae’s only response was a squeal of delight before he scrambled his way down to ground level.
********
There wasn’t anything to be sneaky about being hungry. In fact, it was a perfectly normal thing. But this is not the case when Doojoon was involved. Not to mention a Doojoon infatuated over a soccer game. The two peeked out of the shared bedroom door to see their leader sprawled out across the couch, dressed in only his boxers and wifebeater, munching on snacks while being totally engrossed in his soccer match.
Yes, Doojoon’s image at home and out on stage is that different. But not that anyone else other than the BEAST members, their manager hyungs or the occasional coordi noonas would be seeing this side of him anyway. The leader’s eyes were practically glued to the TV; he was so absorbed that he didn’t notice that Yoseob and Dongwoon had crept up on him.
Just as Doojoon turned his head to look away from the TV screen, both Yoseob and Dongwoon fell to their knees. If anyone else saw this scene, they would have thought it was a rehearsed or staged. Doojoon’s eyes widen at the sight, taken aback by the maknae and his boyfriend’s actions.
Without a word, Dongwoon brought his hands up - clasped together - and tucked them under his chin. Large round eyes stared at the leader, eyelashes fluttering every once in awhile, sending off waves of innocence as it reached the shores of Doojoon’s heart. Yoseob was no better. His hands were straightened out, palms resting on his knees, as his boyfriend a pitiful look. A cute pout adorned his lips as he too, fluttered his eyelashes like a hurt puppy.
Doojoon usually dislikes people disturbing him while he watches his soccer matches. He often got annoyed at the members when they do. Just like how he exploded at Hyunseung when the dancer started to prance around in front of his TV screen, blocking his vision. Just like how he scolded Junhyung for walking across his TV screen while making trips to and fro between the kitchen and the balcony just to fetch more Coke. Just like how he kicked Kikwang’s butt when the muscled youth started doing push-ups in front of the TV screen, letting out breathy pants from time to time which made Doojoon annoyed because this was, clearly, not what he wants to hear. But this, this was unexpected. Very unexpected.
“W-what is this? What do you two want from me?” Doojoon stuttered, still in a state of shock. “I’m hungry, hyung,” the blonde whined. Yoseob brought a hand and rubbed at his own tummy and chimed in, “Dongwoonie made me hungry. So I’m hungry too~”
The leader rubbed his face and brushed his hair back as he tried to compose himself. The looks that the actual maknae and the visual maknae gave him almost made his heart explode. Yes, the leader was weak to these kinds of things. With aegyo, one could easily get away with many things in BEAST. And the one most susceptible to his members’ aegyo acts was none other than Yoon Doojoon.
He let out a long sigh and looked up at the spongebob clock hanging on the dorm wall. It read 10:15 PM. It wasn’t that late; the supermart should still be open if they wanted to get food. But he didn’t want to give in that easily. His soccer match still had another 30 minutes or so to go before it wraps up. Although the result was pretty clear cut, he decided to give it a try. “And… So?” He pretended to look confused, quirking an eyebrow to add on to its effect.
Yoseob stretched out a hand in front of Dongwoon to stop him from whining any further. “You know what we want, Doojoon-ah. We’re hungry.” Yoseob glared at Doojoon with an intensified gaze, pouting to the best of his ability because he knows that Doojoon will not be able to protest. And damn was he right, because Doojoon felt himself blushing and looking away.
He let out an annoyed grunt as he picked himself up from the couch. Scratching his back a little and ruffling his hair like an old ahjussi, he said, “Alright alright. Stop giving me that look. We’ll head to the supermart now to pick up some food. Just let me get changed.”
With that, the two on the floor stood up and hugged each other, bouncing on their heels in glee.
************
An hour later, the poor leader could be seen slouching over the stove in the kitchen as he randomly jabbed a pair of chopsticks around the frying pan. The sizzling sounds and undeniable fragrance of the meat he was frying was making Yoseob and Dongwoon even hungrier. The maknae was seated at the dining table, plate and cutlery already laid out, waiting in anticipation for his food.
On the other hand, Yoseob was prancing around Doojoon as he was frying meat. Armed with his phone, the ball of energy couldn’t resist but take pictures of his boyfriend hard at work preparing food for himself and the youngest of his members. It was certainly a rare sight to see Doojoon sweating over something that is not dancing or soccer.
In all honesty, Doojoon was anything but happy at this point because:
1) He was distracted from his soccer match,
2) He lost, yet again, to the all-powerful aegyo of his band members
But nothing can stop him from grinning like the idiot he is now as his boyfriend crept up behind him, arms encircling his waist and pulling him into a tight backhug. “I love you,” Yoseob whispered into Doojoon’s ear.
“Yeah, me too,” Doojoon replied, grinning down at the meat frying in the pan as he continued with his ministrations of random jabbing.