To Help a Friend
Title: To Help a Friend
Genre: fluff, romance insinuation
Rating: G
Pairings: slight Baekren
Word Count: 1062
Summary: Minki is elbow-deep in bubbles and neck-deep in annoyed aegyo.
They all-“they all” being Jonghyun, Minhyun, Aron, and Dongho-had decided that it was completely unconscious. Minki really was completely oblivious of how the smallest things that he did were so cute, so utterly full of aegyo, and because of this they were all at serious risk for losing their manliness simply by way of becoming closet fangirls of their maknae.
This urge to cuddle and pet and love on Minki was something they tried to keep to a minimum in front of him. After all, too many compliments tended to make a person grow bigheaded, and that was the last thing any of them wanted since they already had Dongho living with them.
However, the whole don't-react-to-Minki's-aegyo was really difficult when he did things like this.
“What are you doing?” Minhyun asked, aghast, stopping at a dead stand-still in the kitchen. Minki standing lopsidedly in front of a sink that had at least a foot of bubbles in it, surrounded by dishes on all sides.
Minki turned, waving a bubble-covered arm at the pile of plates and bowls. “Oh, hi. I'm doing the dishes.”
Jonghyun had appeared behind Minhyun, interested to see what was happening. “Dishes? We have a dishwasher. Why are you washing them in the sink...?”
“And why are there so much bubbles? There's not supposed to be that much. That's not normal.” Minhyun had edged closer, presumably trying to peer into the sink past the suds but with little success.
“It looked like fun. I think I put too much soap, but it'll still work okay, I think.” Minki frowned slightly, then put his hands back in the water. “It's kind of hard to find anything in it so I've been stacking the dishes up on the counters. They're a little soapy but I can just rinse them later or something.”
“There's so much!” Jonghyun was next to the sink, gleeful and scooping up handfuls of the suds. “Here, a beard to match your hair. It's perfect!”
Minki couldn't even start to avoid the handful of bubbles that was slapped on his chin. “Ugh, Jong!” he groaned, scowling as he tried to wipe off the suds without getting any into his mouth. “I'm trying to do some work here and you're not helping!” His soapy attempts trying to clear off his face were not working at all and were rather were smearing the bubbles all over his face, turning him into something like a frothy snowman.
“I don't believe in work,” Jonghyun said stoically. “Minhyun, catch!”
Minhyun reached up, snagging the softly floating clump of bubbles out of the air and smashing it all over the top of Minki's head. “You look like a snowman now,” he told him, very pleased with himself.
Minki was not so much. “I can't ever do anything around here without someone bothering me!” He swiped at Minhyun, accidentally smearing bubbles down his shirt. “All I wanted to do was wash some dishes.”
“We can put them in the dishwasher, Ren-ssi.” Jonghyun was cajoling, his voice slipping into the soft tone he used when he was trying to appeased the maknae (which was often). “Minhyun wouldn't mind, he cleans enough anyway.”
“That's not the point.” Minki crossed his foamy arms, silently irate. He'd been doing the dishes by hand for a reason, and no, maybe it wasn't working out well, but that was completely beside the point. The thing was, he didn't want to put them in the dishwasher. He wanted to do this his way. “And stop talking to me like that.”
Aron entered the kitchen suddenly, mouth twitching as he took in the scene: Jonghyun and Minhyun with hovering, apologetic hands, Minki with his typical stonefaced expression that he wore whenever people tried to convince him to change his mind, and bubbles. Bubbles everywhere. “What is this? What's happening?”
Minki wiped at his face again, then shook his hair. “They won't leave me alone.”
Aron nodded sagely, hands twitching in his pockets as he did his absolute best to keep them from reaching out rub Minki's impressive, bubbly bedhead. “Do you want help?”
“Getting them out?” Minki sounded hopeful, and Aron's hands twitched once more, violently. His aegyo when he was upset was enough to make him want to sob in a corner.
“With the dishes, or whatever you're trying to do here. I can't make them go away, they don't listen to me.” Despite his position as the oldest, this was absolutely true. Aron had no power in their dorm, part because he was a foreigner (and thus couldn't always say things exactly how he wanted to) and part because he acted too childish for anyone to take him seriously.
“I'll help you too,” Minhyun was nodding rapidly, turning toward the sink. “I can dry or something. We can all do this.”
Jonghyun was agreeing, head bobbing in time with Minhyun's, desperate to get Minki to stop pouting so he'd stop wanting to squash him into his pocket. “Yeah. Where are the towels anyway? It'll go by faster if we all help.”
Minki huffed a sigh, rolling his eyes. These guys were incredibly clueless. Wasn't it clear to them that he wanted this kitchen to himself right now? But if the only way to get them to go away was to let them help this time... “Okay, whatever.”
At that reluctant acceptance of the offer the older three crowded around the sink, blathering happily as they tried to a clear bit of space in the sink to start rinsing the soapy dishes.
Minki slipped back when they were completely busy, edging quietly out of the kitchen.
“You escaped?” Dongho was sprawled on the floor of the living room, flipping through a magazine as Minki came in.
“Finally. They'll never know I left.” He sat down cross-legged next to him. “What's that you're reading?”
“Fitness magazine.” He glanced over, raising an eyebrow as he took in the younger's rumpled appearance. “Why do you have bubbles in your hair?”
Minki wrinkled his nose, rubbing at the top of his head distastefully and wiping a bit of the bubbles onto Dongho when he laughed at him. “It's a long story.”
Genre: fluff, romance insinuation
Rating: G
Pairings: slight Baekren
Word Count: 1062
Summary: Minki is elbow-deep in bubbles and neck-deep in annoyed aegyo.
They all-“they all” being Jonghyun, Minhyun, Aron, and Dongho-had decided that it was completely unconscious. Minki really was completely oblivious of how the smallest things that he did were so cute, so utterly full of aegyo, and because of this they were all at serious risk for losing their manliness simply by way of becoming closet fangirls of their maknae.
This urge to cuddle and pet and love on Minki was something they tried to keep to a minimum in front of him. After all, too many compliments tended to make a person grow bigheaded, and that was the last thing any of them wanted since they already had Dongho living with them.
However, the whole don't-react-to-Minki's-aegyo was really difficult when he did things like this.
“What are you doing?” Minhyun asked, aghast, stopping at a dead stand-still in the kitchen. Minki standing lopsidedly in front of a sink that had at least a foot of bubbles in it, surrounded by dishes on all sides.
Minki turned, waving a bubble-covered arm at the pile of plates and bowls. “Oh, hi. I'm doing the dishes.”
Jonghyun had appeared behind Minhyun, interested to see what was happening. “Dishes? We have a dishwasher. Why are you washing them in the sink...?”
“And why are there so much bubbles? There's not supposed to be that much. That's not normal.” Minhyun had edged closer, presumably trying to peer into the sink past the suds but with little success.
“It looked like fun. I think I put too much soap, but it'll still work okay, I think.” Minki frowned slightly, then put his hands back in the water. “It's kind of hard to find anything in it so I've been stacking the dishes up on the counters. They're a little soapy but I can just rinse them later or something.”
“There's so much!” Jonghyun was next to the sink, gleeful and scooping up handfuls of the suds. “Here, a beard to match your hair. It's perfect!”
Minki couldn't even start to avoid the handful of bubbles that was slapped on his chin. “Ugh, Jong!” he groaned, scowling as he tried to wipe off the suds without getting any into his mouth. “I'm trying to do some work here and you're not helping!” His soapy attempts trying to clear off his face were not working at all and were rather were smearing the bubbles all over his face, turning him into something like a frothy snowman.
“I don't believe in work,” Jonghyun said stoically. “Minhyun, catch!”
Minhyun reached up, snagging the softly floating clump of bubbles out of the air and smashing it all over the top of Minki's head. “You look like a snowman now,” he told him, very pleased with himself.
Minki was not so much. “I can't ever do anything around here without someone bothering me!” He swiped at Minhyun, accidentally smearing bubbles down his shirt. “All I wanted to do was wash some dishes.”
“We can put them in the dishwasher, Ren-ssi.” Jonghyun was cajoling, his voice slipping into the soft tone he used when he was trying to appeased the maknae (which was often). “Minhyun wouldn't mind, he cleans enough anyway.”
“That's not the point.” Minki crossed his foamy arms, silently irate. He'd been doing the dishes by hand for a reason, and no, maybe it wasn't working out well, but that was completely beside the point. The thing was, he didn't want to put them in the dishwasher. He wanted to do this his way. “And stop talking to me like that.”
Aron entered the kitchen suddenly, mouth twitching as he took in the scene: Jonghyun and Minhyun with hovering, apologetic hands, Minki with his typical stonefaced expression that he wore whenever people tried to convince him to change his mind, and bubbles. Bubbles everywhere. “What is this? What's happening?”
Minki wiped at his face again, then shook his hair. “They won't leave me alone.”
Aron nodded sagely, hands twitching in his pockets as he did his absolute best to keep them from reaching out rub Minki's impressive, bubbly bedhead. “Do you want help?”
“Getting them out?” Minki sounded hopeful, and Aron's hands twitched once more, violently. His aegyo when he was upset was enough to make him want to sob in a corner.
“With the dishes, or whatever you're trying to do here. I can't make them go away, they don't listen to me.” Despite his position as the oldest, this was absolutely true. Aron had no power in their dorm, part because he was a foreigner (and thus couldn't always say things exactly how he wanted to) and part because he acted too childish for anyone to take him seriously.
“I'll help you too,” Minhyun was nodding rapidly, turning toward the sink. “I can dry or something. We can all do this.”
Jonghyun was agreeing, head bobbing in time with Minhyun's, desperate to get Minki to stop pouting so he'd stop wanting to squash him into his pocket. “Yeah. Where are the towels anyway? It'll go by faster if we all help.”
Minki huffed a sigh, rolling his eyes. These guys were incredibly clueless. Wasn't it clear to them that he wanted this kitchen to himself right now? But if the only way to get them to go away was to let them help this time... “Okay, whatever.”
At that reluctant acceptance of the offer the older three crowded around the sink, blathering happily as they tried to a clear bit of space in the sink to start rinsing the soapy dishes.
Minki slipped back when they were completely busy, edging quietly out of the kitchen.
“You escaped?” Dongho was sprawled on the floor of the living room, flipping through a magazine as Minki came in.
“Finally. They'll never know I left.” He sat down cross-legged next to him. “What's that you're reading?”
“Fitness magazine.” He glanced over, raising an eyebrow as he took in the younger's rumpled appearance. “Why do you have bubbles in your hair?”
Minki wrinkled his nose, rubbing at the top of his head distastefully and wiping a bit of the bubbles onto Dongho when he laughed at him. “It's a long story.”