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Key's kind of wary when he comes home and the kitchen floor is lightly sprinkled in flour. "Hyung?" he calls out. "Taeminnie?" because the oven's on and he's not sure what's going on. He's lived with his disasters, ahem, his bandmates, for years, and never once has he seen any of them use anything but the rice maker and the microwave without a full camera crew standing over a phone that partially had 119 already dialed.
"Shh," he hears from somewhere in the pantry. "You'll make my cake fall with all the noise you're making."
"Actually, hyung, cake falling has more to do with proteins constricting than loud noises." Minho's sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, his new schedule spread out in front of him even though he has the next few days off.
Onew pokes his head out of the pantry; he has a streak of flour in his hair and the ridiculous frilly apron Manager-sshi bought Key for Christmas last year over his pyjamas. He smiles indulgently at Minho. "Whoever disagrees with me gets no cake," he decides before ducking back into the pantry.
"Promises, promises," Minho says, before turning a page in his stack of papers.
Key opens his mouth, then closes it, before pulling his cellphone out and going to find the fire extinguisher.
(He keeps the extinguisher on hand until Onew's done frosting the cake. You know, just in case.)
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ahahahah Key's disdain is the best disdain :'DDDDD
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