015. 6min.
They gamble with chores.
Ryeowook's smug in his blackjack abilities, and even if he loses, he doesn't care. He does the dishes, vacuums, makes food and wipes up after everyone on this floor, regardless.
So it's with some delight that he puts down a king and an ace, and the rest of them groan, Sungmin laying down his king, queen and seven.
"Dishes, Thursday night," Ryeowook says, and watches as Sungmin downs a shot, eyes screwed tight.
"I hate you," he grits out, and Ryeowook laughs.
"Doesn't make a difference. Next round."
Hands are dealt and Ryeowook looks at his cards. Jack and a nine. He hums, considering, before leaving it. Cautious.
"Hit me," Sungmin says, wetting his lips in concentration before Heechul slaps him on the shoulder and he grabs it in mock agony.
"Hit me," Jungsu says quietly, and another card is dealt.
"Pass," Ryeowook says, shaking his head, and Shindong motions for another card.
"And?"
Hankyung watches from the sides, dealing the cards, and motions them to flip all the cards over.
"Bombed, all of you," he grins, and Heechul scowls.
Ryeowook smiles.
"Vacuuming Friday night, washing up on Wednesday, dinner, breakfast on Weeeeeeednesdaaaaaaay," Ryeowook says to Jongwoon, smiling sweetly, and Jongwoon groans.
"Come on, you know how I am in the mornings. Do you want me to burn the house down."
Ryeowook shakes his head. "It'll be fine."
He turns to Sungmin, who has his head in his hands. He's already got four chores. "Shopping with me Saturday."
Sungmin's head whips up.
"But that's not--"
Ryeowook smiles. "It's a chore, now."
Ryeowook's smug in his blackjack abilities, and even if he loses, he doesn't care. He does the dishes, vacuums, makes food and wipes up after everyone on this floor, regardless.
So it's with some delight that he puts down a king and an ace, and the rest of them groan, Sungmin laying down his king, queen and seven.
"Dishes, Thursday night," Ryeowook says, and watches as Sungmin downs a shot, eyes screwed tight.
"I hate you," he grits out, and Ryeowook laughs.
"Doesn't make a difference. Next round."
Hands are dealt and Ryeowook looks at his cards. Jack and a nine. He hums, considering, before leaving it. Cautious.
"Hit me," Sungmin says, wetting his lips in concentration before Heechul slaps him on the shoulder and he grabs it in mock agony.
"Hit me," Jungsu says quietly, and another card is dealt.
"Pass," Ryeowook says, shaking his head, and Shindong motions for another card.
"And?"
Hankyung watches from the sides, dealing the cards, and motions them to flip all the cards over.
"Bombed, all of you," he grins, and Heechul scowls.
Ryeowook smiles.
"Vacuuming Friday night, washing up on Wednesday, dinner, breakfast on Weeeeeeednesdaaaaaaay," Ryeowook says to Jongwoon, smiling sweetly, and Jongwoon groans.
"Come on, you know how I am in the mornings. Do you want me to burn the house down."
Ryeowook shakes his head. "It'll be fine."
He turns to Sungmin, who has his head in his hands. He's already got four chores. "Shopping with me Saturday."
Sungmin's head whips up.
"But that's not--"
Ryeowook smiles. "It's a chore, now."