Of Cook-Kyu, Cumin, and Kyumin
My first Suju fic ever! Ironically, it's Kyumin, considering I'm a YeWon worshipper. XD
Title: Of Cook-Kyu, Cumin and Kyumin
Rating: G
Genre: Crack
Pairings: Kyuhyun/Sungmin (Kyumin)
Warnings: Just bad food. XD
Summary: Ficlet; Kyuhyun's sick of Game-Kyu and decides to do something about it!
"You don't put cumin into a cake!" yelled a flustered Sungmin at a bewildered Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun, in an attempt to subvert the Game-Kyu impression many had of him, had decided to pursue cooking as a new hobby, with the single-mindedness of a capable gamer, and the narrow-mindedness of one too. After all, a spice cake HAD to have cumin, didn't it?
"Well, you don't have to shout," Kyuhyun replied offensively, rolling his eyes. This was so not going well. He chucked the flour mixture, which had turned an offensive shade of brown, very much resembling mud, not to mention it having acquired the consistency of it, into the already overflowing bin, belching with many failed cooking attempts.
Sungmin face-palmed. Kyuhyun HAD to make like the zergs in Starcraft and invade his beloved kitchen, with demands to learn cooking from Sungmin, or he would never see another squash again. Devastated and on the brink of tears, Sungmin had agreed. But now, he was beginning to see the error of his rash decision.
"Perhaps... Baking isn't the best hobby for you?" Sungmin meekly suggested to a frustrated, red-faced Kyuhyun, but stood down under Kyuhyun's death glare.
"I WILL DO WHAT I WANT TO DO, EVIL TASSADAR," Kyuhyun cried, brandishing his wooden spoon energetically, and simultaneously covering the countertop with splotches of the quickly congealing Cumin Disaster Mix. Yes, the foul concoction had a name, and it was capitalised, Sungmin noted wryly.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, Sungmin decided, and crept out into their shared room as Kyuhyun turned his back for ingredients. As his hand closed around the sugar (almost empty, must buy more), the unmistakable sounds of Starcraft reached his ears. In a flash, Kyuhyun was in the door of his room room, eyes flicking around rapidly, pupils dilated, outraged at the fact that someone dared to touch his beloved game. Lo and behold! Sungmin was sitting in front of the computer, mindlessly pressing buttons and depleting his resources, which he had painstakingly built up, by randomly building refineries everywhere.
"What are you doing!" Kyuhyun wailed, running over to the computer to see the damage Sungmin had done to his world of Starcraft. Sungmin looked up with innocent eyes.
"I just can't get Starcraft, and I'm sick of people saying I can't do anything but cook," said Sungmin pathetically, with a glint in his eye. "Please teach me?"
Kyuhyun surveyed the damage on the screen with a look of horror on his face, then looked at Sungmin's face, which looked suitably earnest, but yet conniving at the same time. Seeing his hesitation, and not-quite-there state of shock, Sungmin pressed a button and another refinery popped up, really far from where it was supposed to be put.
"Okay, okay I get it, I'll stay out of your kitchen, now give that back!!!" Kyuhyun shrieked, his eyes bulging in horror. "DEMON!!!" With that, he grabbed his laptop from the table and fled to the safety of the common bathroom to attempt to fix the Sungmin Disaster (also capitalised).
Sungmin smiled. Victory is sweet, just like the squash pudding he would make later in peace.
Comments will be much appreciated. XD
Title: Of Cook-Kyu, Cumin and Kyumin
Rating: G
Genre: Crack
Pairings: Kyuhyun/Sungmin (Kyumin)
Warnings: Just bad food. XD
Summary: Ficlet; Kyuhyun's sick of Game-Kyu and decides to do something about it!
"You don't put cumin into a cake!" yelled a flustered Sungmin at a bewildered Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun, in an attempt to subvert the Game-Kyu impression many had of him, had decided to pursue cooking as a new hobby, with the single-mindedness of a capable gamer, and the narrow-mindedness of one too. After all, a spice cake HAD to have cumin, didn't it?
"Well, you don't have to shout," Kyuhyun replied offensively, rolling his eyes. This was so not going well. He chucked the flour mixture, which had turned an offensive shade of brown, very much resembling mud, not to mention it having acquired the consistency of it, into the already overflowing bin, belching with many failed cooking attempts.
Sungmin face-palmed. Kyuhyun HAD to make like the zergs in Starcraft and invade his beloved kitchen, with demands to learn cooking from Sungmin, or he would never see another squash again. Devastated and on the brink of tears, Sungmin had agreed. But now, he was beginning to see the error of his rash decision.
"Perhaps... Baking isn't the best hobby for you?" Sungmin meekly suggested to a frustrated, red-faced Kyuhyun, but stood down under Kyuhyun's death glare.
"I WILL DO WHAT I WANT TO DO, EVIL TASSADAR," Kyuhyun cried, brandishing his wooden spoon energetically, and simultaneously covering the countertop with splotches of the quickly congealing Cumin Disaster Mix. Yes, the foul concoction had a name, and it was capitalised, Sungmin noted wryly.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, Sungmin decided, and crept out into their shared room as Kyuhyun turned his back for ingredients. As his hand closed around the sugar (almost empty, must buy more), the unmistakable sounds of Starcraft reached his ears. In a flash, Kyuhyun was in the door of his room room, eyes flicking around rapidly, pupils dilated, outraged at the fact that someone dared to touch his beloved game. Lo and behold! Sungmin was sitting in front of the computer, mindlessly pressing buttons and depleting his resources, which he had painstakingly built up, by randomly building refineries everywhere.
"What are you doing!" Kyuhyun wailed, running over to the computer to see the damage Sungmin had done to his world of Starcraft. Sungmin looked up with innocent eyes.
"I just can't get Starcraft, and I'm sick of people saying I can't do anything but cook," said Sungmin pathetically, with a glint in his eye. "Please teach me?"
Kyuhyun surveyed the damage on the screen with a look of horror on his face, then looked at Sungmin's face, which looked suitably earnest, but yet conniving at the same time. Seeing his hesitation, and not-quite-there state of shock, Sungmin pressed a button and another refinery popped up, really far from where it was supposed to be put.
"Okay, okay I get it, I'll stay out of your kitchen, now give that back!!!" Kyuhyun shrieked, his eyes bulging in horror. "DEMON!!!" With that, he grabbed his laptop from the table and fled to the safety of the common bathroom to attempt to fix the Sungmin Disaster (also capitalised).
Sungmin smiled. Victory is sweet, just like the squash pudding he would make later in peace.
Comments will be much appreciated. XD