Super Junior {bandfic ; Ding Dong Merrily On High (The Suju Dorm Is Crying)}
Title: Ding Dong Merrily On High (The Suju Dorm Is Crying)
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Bandfic (spot my bias)
Word count: 1,135
Rating: PG
Summary: "Ryeowook!" shrieked Heechul, vanishing through the door at top speed. "Ryeowook, get here now and tell me what part of Donghae and cooker seemed like a good idea to you!"
A/N: lol all i can see is Kibum being like "lol wtf are you doing?" and Donghae saying "I'M MAKING NINJABREADMEN!" and like throwing one at Kibum's head going "HIIIIIII-YAH!"
For umberela: I owe her insane amounts of fic and I hope that this is a good start :D Because she draws things like this.
Ding Dong Merrily On High (The Suju Dorm Is Crying)
"Hyung, what are you making?" Ryeowook watched with interest as Donghae pulled a measuring jug, a baking tray and a packet of flour from a single cupboard - Ryeowook frowned and reminded himself, once again, that just because he knew where the correct place for putting different things are, most of his hyungs didn't.
"Gingerbread men!" said Donghae happily, as he found three eggs in the vegetable crisper. "Because it's almost Christmas and all."
"Oh, cool!" Ryeowook realised that Donghae's arm stretching in his general direction meant that he wanted the recipe book that was sitting behind Ryeowook. Ryeowook put it in his hand. "Can I have one?"
"When I’m finished," said Donghae, slightly distracted as he searched for the decorations that he bought just an hour earlier. He found them in the fruit bowl, though he distinctly remembered putting them in a drawer. Things in this dorm have a habit of disappearing and then reappearing exactly where you didn't want them to be.
Ryeowook disappeared somewhere to be replaced by Heechul coming back from some television appearance or another. He took off his gloves and scarf, threw them on the kitchen table, and then froze, staring at Donghae. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Making gingerbread men," said Donghae, tongue poking through his teeth as he stirred his ingredients in a bowl.
"Who told you to?" asked Heechul, now pressed up against the way. "Fuck, Donghae, if those catch fire and my beautiful face gets scarred, I'm getting compensation off you."
"Ryeowook wasn't worried," said Donghae absently.
"Ryeowook!" shrieked Heechul, vanishing through the door at top speed. "Ryeowook, get here now and tell me what part of Donghae and cooker seemed like a good idea to you!"
"What?" shrieked Eeteuk back. "Donghae's cooking?"
"Yes!" shrieked Heechul, as he fled through the main room where everyone else was watching television. "He's baking."
"Oh good god!" shrieked Eeteuk.
"Ow," said Kangin, glaring. "What the fuck, since when was I in a band with a bunch of shrieking girls?"
"Since we were in a band with a Donghae that tries baking," said Eeteuk hysterically. "What if he burns the apartment block down?"
"I'm managing okay, hyung," shouted Donghae from the kitchen, apparently completely at ease with the fact that none of his band thought that him and fire did not equal a happy relationship.
Kibum sighed heavily and lifted the laptop from his lap before he stood up. "I'll go watch him," he said. Everyone visibly relaxed.
"Hi, hyung," he said to Donghae and then put his laptop down on the kitchen table and sat down and went back to playing his game.
"Hi, Kibummie," said Donghae happily, and went back to cooking. It was, in all honesty, a rather happy arrangement.
Until Donghae got to the shaping part.
"What are you doing?" asked Kibum, looking for the first time actually a little scared.
Donghae brandished the knife in his direction. "Making gingerbread men," he said.
"With a knife?"
"Well, they didn't sell alien cut outs at the store."
Kibum paused. "Alien cut outs? I thought you were making gingerbread men."
"I am," said Donghae. "But I wanted to make them more exciting."
"..." said Kibum. "Donghae, give me the knife, please."
"But Kibummie!"
"Give me the knife."
Pouting, Donghae handed over the knife. "What do I do now?" he asked.
"You make gingerbread men," said Kibum.
"I'll make stars too," said Donghae, not to be defeated. "They had those at least."
"Fine," said Kibum, and went back to his game.
Until something caught fire.
"Hyung, your sleeve is on fire," said Kibum without glancing away from his screen.
Donghae looked down and yelped and quickly stuck his sleeve under the tap to quench the flames. "Well, I don't know how that happened," he said, honestly confused. "I mean, the things are in the oven, how did I manage to catch fire?"
"Wonder of the century," said Kibum.
"What is?" asked Kyuhyun, coming into the kitchen and pointedly ignoring Zhou Mi who kept poking his arm for his attention.
"Donghae-hyung just managed to set fire to himself without there being an fire," said Kibum in a monotone, bored now.
"You amaze me daily, Donghae-hyung," said Kyuhyun, getting a bottle of water from the fridge and then finally turning to Zhou Mi. "What?" he asked.
"Hi," said Zhou Mi, smiling brightly, and then he bounded over to Donghae to peer curiously into the oven. "Oooh," he said. "What are you making?"
"Gingerbread men," said Donghae brightly, as he joined Zhou Mi in looking in at his creations. "And gingerbread stars."
"Are they nearly done?"
"They should be," said Donghae, and then the timer went off.
"Yay!" said Zhou Mi, standing up and clapping his hands.
"Leave!" said Donghae commandingly. "I need to work my magic."
"What the fuck," said Kyuhyun, even as he was dragged out of the room by an excited Zhou Mi.
Kibum tapped at a couple of keys before he looked up, aware that Donghae was staring at him. "What?" he asked.
"I need you to leave," said Donghae. "My gingerbread men are going to have a surprise design."
"Oh," said Kibum, shook his head, and then left the room.
What sort of trouble could Donghae get up to with fully cooked gingerbread men?
(Don't answer that question.)
Eunhyuk poked dubiously at the tray of gingerbread. "What are these, Donghae?" he asked. Everyone else was asking the same question.
"Gingerbread men," said Donghae proudly.
"Are they supposed to be dead?" asked Ryeowook, a little fearfully.
"Yes," said Donghae. "See, these are special gingerbread men. They're actually -" there was a feeling of there being a sort-of drum roll needed "-ninja-bread men!"
"You're an idiot," said Shindong, and threw his arms up in the air in celebration.
"If I eat one of these," said Heechul, face practically pressed to the table, he was looking so hard, "what are my chances of surviving?"
"Donghae made them," said Yehsung solemnly, because that explained it all, really.
"Hankyung, eat one for me," said Heechul. "Be my poison tester."
"Ninja-bread men?" Hankyung asked Siwon, confused. "That's not what we call them in China."
"That's not what we call them here, either, hyung," said Siwon sympathetically.
Henry blinked in confusion at Donghae, completely at a loss as to what was going on, but fairly certain that gingerbread men weren't supposed to have crosses for eyes and stars stuck into their heads.
"I was going to make ginger-aliens," said Donghae, a little sadly, "but they didn't have a cookie cutter for it, and Kibum wouldn't give me a knife."
"I should think so," said Eeteuk.
"Okay," said Kangin, watching as Siwon tried to be diplomatic and attempted to eat one, almost breaking his teeth in the process. "Next Christmas we're buying gingerbread men."
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Bandfic (spot my bias)
Word count: 1,135
Rating: PG
Summary: "Ryeowook!" shrieked Heechul, vanishing through the door at top speed. "Ryeowook, get here now and tell me what part of Donghae and cooker seemed like a good idea to you!"
A/N: lol all i can see is Kibum being like "lol wtf are you doing?" and Donghae saying "I'M MAKING NINJABREADMEN!" and like throwing one at Kibum's head going "HIIIIIII-YAH!"
For umberela: I owe her insane amounts of fic and I hope that this is a good start :D Because she draws things like this.
Ding Dong Merrily On High (The Suju Dorm Is Crying)
"Hyung, what are you making?" Ryeowook watched with interest as Donghae pulled a measuring jug, a baking tray and a packet of flour from a single cupboard - Ryeowook frowned and reminded himself, once again, that just because he knew where the correct place for putting different things are, most of his hyungs didn't.
"Gingerbread men!" said Donghae happily, as he found three eggs in the vegetable crisper. "Because it's almost Christmas and all."
"Oh, cool!" Ryeowook realised that Donghae's arm stretching in his general direction meant that he wanted the recipe book that was sitting behind Ryeowook. Ryeowook put it in his hand. "Can I have one?"
"When I’m finished," said Donghae, slightly distracted as he searched for the decorations that he bought just an hour earlier. He found them in the fruit bowl, though he distinctly remembered putting them in a drawer. Things in this dorm have a habit of disappearing and then reappearing exactly where you didn't want them to be.
Ryeowook disappeared somewhere to be replaced by Heechul coming back from some television appearance or another. He took off his gloves and scarf, threw them on the kitchen table, and then froze, staring at Donghae. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Making gingerbread men," said Donghae, tongue poking through his teeth as he stirred his ingredients in a bowl.
"Who told you to?" asked Heechul, now pressed up against the way. "Fuck, Donghae, if those catch fire and my beautiful face gets scarred, I'm getting compensation off you."
"Ryeowook wasn't worried," said Donghae absently.
"Ryeowook!" shrieked Heechul, vanishing through the door at top speed. "Ryeowook, get here now and tell me what part of Donghae and cooker seemed like a good idea to you!"
"What?" shrieked Eeteuk back. "Donghae's cooking?"
"Yes!" shrieked Heechul, as he fled through the main room where everyone else was watching television. "He's baking."
"Oh good god!" shrieked Eeteuk.
"Ow," said Kangin, glaring. "What the fuck, since when was I in a band with a bunch of shrieking girls?"
"Since we were in a band with a Donghae that tries baking," said Eeteuk hysterically. "What if he burns the apartment block down?"
"I'm managing okay, hyung," shouted Donghae from the kitchen, apparently completely at ease with the fact that none of his band thought that him and fire did not equal a happy relationship.
Kibum sighed heavily and lifted the laptop from his lap before he stood up. "I'll go watch him," he said. Everyone visibly relaxed.
"Hi, hyung," he said to Donghae and then put his laptop down on the kitchen table and sat down and went back to playing his game.
"Hi, Kibummie," said Donghae happily, and went back to cooking. It was, in all honesty, a rather happy arrangement.
Until Donghae got to the shaping part.
"What are you doing?" asked Kibum, looking for the first time actually a little scared.
Donghae brandished the knife in his direction. "Making gingerbread men," he said.
"With a knife?"
"Well, they didn't sell alien cut outs at the store."
Kibum paused. "Alien cut outs? I thought you were making gingerbread men."
"I am," said Donghae. "But I wanted to make them more exciting."
"..." said Kibum. "Donghae, give me the knife, please."
"But Kibummie!"
"Give me the knife."
Pouting, Donghae handed over the knife. "What do I do now?" he asked.
"You make gingerbread men," said Kibum.
"I'll make stars too," said Donghae, not to be defeated. "They had those at least."
"Fine," said Kibum, and went back to his game.
Until something caught fire.
"Hyung, your sleeve is on fire," said Kibum without glancing away from his screen.
Donghae looked down and yelped and quickly stuck his sleeve under the tap to quench the flames. "Well, I don't know how that happened," he said, honestly confused. "I mean, the things are in the oven, how did I manage to catch fire?"
"Wonder of the century," said Kibum.
"What is?" asked Kyuhyun, coming into the kitchen and pointedly ignoring Zhou Mi who kept poking his arm for his attention.
"Donghae-hyung just managed to set fire to himself without there being an fire," said Kibum in a monotone, bored now.
"You amaze me daily, Donghae-hyung," said Kyuhyun, getting a bottle of water from the fridge and then finally turning to Zhou Mi. "What?" he asked.
"Hi," said Zhou Mi, smiling brightly, and then he bounded over to Donghae to peer curiously into the oven. "Oooh," he said. "What are you making?"
"Gingerbread men," said Donghae brightly, as he joined Zhou Mi in looking in at his creations. "And gingerbread stars."
"Are they nearly done?"
"They should be," said Donghae, and then the timer went off.
"Yay!" said Zhou Mi, standing up and clapping his hands.
"Leave!" said Donghae commandingly. "I need to work my magic."
"What the fuck," said Kyuhyun, even as he was dragged out of the room by an excited Zhou Mi.
Kibum tapped at a couple of keys before he looked up, aware that Donghae was staring at him. "What?" he asked.
"I need you to leave," said Donghae. "My gingerbread men are going to have a surprise design."
"Oh," said Kibum, shook his head, and then left the room.
What sort of trouble could Donghae get up to with fully cooked gingerbread men?
(Don't answer that question.)
Eunhyuk poked dubiously at the tray of gingerbread. "What are these, Donghae?" he asked. Everyone else was asking the same question.
"Gingerbread men," said Donghae proudly.
"Are they supposed to be dead?" asked Ryeowook, a little fearfully.
"Yes," said Donghae. "See, these are special gingerbread men. They're actually -" there was a feeling of there being a sort-of drum roll needed "-ninja-bread men!"
"You're an idiot," said Shindong, and threw his arms up in the air in celebration.
"If I eat one of these," said Heechul, face practically pressed to the table, he was looking so hard, "what are my chances of surviving?"
"Donghae made them," said Yehsung solemnly, because that explained it all, really.
"Hankyung, eat one for me," said Heechul. "Be my poison tester."
"Ninja-bread men?" Hankyung asked Siwon, confused. "That's not what we call them in China."
"That's not what we call them here, either, hyung," said Siwon sympathetically.
Henry blinked in confusion at Donghae, completely at a loss as to what was going on, but fairly certain that gingerbread men weren't supposed to have crosses for eyes and stars stuck into their heads.
"I was going to make ginger-aliens," said Donghae, a little sadly, "but they didn't have a cookie cutter for it, and Kibum wouldn't give me a knife."
"I should think so," said Eeteuk.
"Okay," said Kangin, watching as Siwon tried to be diplomatic and attempted to eat one, almost breaking his teeth in the process. "Next Christmas we're buying gingerbread men."