043. Washing Machines, DongHae/Shiwon
043. Washing Machines, DongHae/Shiwon
Words 688
Rating PG
DongHae is convinced there are aliens in the washing machine.
This, naturally, wasn't the first innocent household object he had become suspicious of. Why, in the last month alone, he had cast his appraising eye and noisy inquisitions over the DVD player, the computer and one of HeeChul's countless hangers. (Not the toaster though. He made a point of telling everyone who would listen, which, naturally, amounted to Siwon, that the toaster was on their side.)
But, while it certainly wasn't unique in DongHae's suspect items, it certainly was the one getting the longest and most in depth investigation. What had sparked DongHae's alien sense? Socks, of course. (Really, what else?) The disappearance of one of a pair of socks in a washing machine isn't exactly unheard of phenomenon. But when he began to lose a sock in every single wash, and only his (The one's with the distinctive Tully and other cartoon character prints.) were the ones going missing, his suspicions were naturally enough aroused.
Now, normally, the rest of the house was used to this, and put up with it, mostly because DongHae didn't do any harm (well..... as long as someone kept an eye on him) and it was often amusing. But that changed when DongHae decided that the only way to defeat this specific kind of alien was to stop washing his clothes. When he announced this intention, the group passed little heed; sure his attention couldn't possibly hold too long.
But, to everyone's surprise, and to the dismay of their nostrils, he had held to it for four weeks now. He still showered regularly, but there's only so many times you can wear the same sets of clothes before they start to emit a distinct stench. Breaking point came when RyeoWook swore that a newly opened bottle of milk had turned just by being in DongHae's presence. (In truth, he had left it out the night before by accident, but that is an entirely different story.) Intervention was needed, if their air was to be made breathable again. And there was only one person who could talk sense to DongHae. Siwon was press-ganged into doing something.
“DongHae, don't you think it's time you gave up this whole aliens in the washing machine thing?” he implored. “No~ I'm sure I've almost got them beaten.” DongHae replied in a half whine. “But....Hae....the smell.” “Simba~” Another long drawn out whine. “Soon I won't even be able to cuddle you anymore.” A pause. That had caught DongHae off guard. “No...more...Siwon hugs?” “And no more sleeping in the same bed.” Siwon warned with a sniff.
HanKyung was sure he lost a few years off his life as DongHae barged into him at top speeds, carrying a huge bundle of dirty laundry, and shouting something about “Siwon” and “No more cuddles.”
“Thank you.” Siwon smiled as DongHae came back a few hours better, snuggling into the bed next to him and into Siwon's chest, smelling considerably better in fresh pajamas. The second load, he informed his friend, was on right at that moment. “But...but... the aliens. I'll never find out what was happening to only my socks.” DongHae managed to combine being purely distraught and a pout incredibly well. “Don't think about it. Now go to sleep.” Siwon insisted, kissing the top of DongHae's head, and wrapping his arms around him. Normally, DongHae would have moaned a little more. But not with Simba cuddles on the line.
A few minutes later, when Siwon was sure DongHae was asleep, he slipped out out from their embrace and padded in bare feet down to the washing room, shutting the machine off for a moment. Chuckling evilly, he reached in, and found what he was looking for, one of a pair, and from Barney's face alone, clearly DongHae's. With a grin, he headed back to his room, hiding the sock promptly with the others he had collected. Fair enough, he hadn't enjoyed the smell. But that look of utter confusion on his Hae's face when he discovered another sock had gone was too good to miss.
Words 688
Rating PG
DongHae is convinced there are aliens in the washing machine.
This, naturally, wasn't the first innocent household object he had become suspicious of. Why, in the last month alone, he had cast his appraising eye and noisy inquisitions over the DVD player, the computer and one of HeeChul's countless hangers. (Not the toaster though. He made a point of telling everyone who would listen, which, naturally, amounted to Siwon, that the toaster was on their side.)
But, while it certainly wasn't unique in DongHae's suspect items, it certainly was the one getting the longest and most in depth investigation. What had sparked DongHae's alien sense? Socks, of course. (Really, what else?) The disappearance of one of a pair of socks in a washing machine isn't exactly unheard of phenomenon. But when he began to lose a sock in every single wash, and only his (The one's with the distinctive Tully and other cartoon character prints.) were the ones going missing, his suspicions were naturally enough aroused.
Now, normally, the rest of the house was used to this, and put up with it, mostly because DongHae didn't do any harm (well..... as long as someone kept an eye on him) and it was often amusing. But that changed when DongHae decided that the only way to defeat this specific kind of alien was to stop washing his clothes. When he announced this intention, the group passed little heed; sure his attention couldn't possibly hold too long.
But, to everyone's surprise, and to the dismay of their nostrils, he had held to it for four weeks now. He still showered regularly, but there's only so many times you can wear the same sets of clothes before they start to emit a distinct stench. Breaking point came when RyeoWook swore that a newly opened bottle of milk had turned just by being in DongHae's presence. (In truth, he had left it out the night before by accident, but that is an entirely different story.) Intervention was needed, if their air was to be made breathable again. And there was only one person who could talk sense to DongHae. Siwon was press-ganged into doing something.
“DongHae, don't you think it's time you gave up this whole aliens in the washing machine thing?” he implored. “No~ I'm sure I've almost got them beaten.” DongHae replied in a half whine. “But....Hae....the smell.” “Simba~” Another long drawn out whine. “Soon I won't even be able to cuddle you anymore.” A pause. That had caught DongHae off guard. “No...more...Siwon hugs?” “And no more sleeping in the same bed.” Siwon warned with a sniff.
HanKyung was sure he lost a few years off his life as DongHae barged into him at top speeds, carrying a huge bundle of dirty laundry, and shouting something about “Siwon” and “No more cuddles.”
“Thank you.” Siwon smiled as DongHae came back a few hours better, snuggling into the bed next to him and into Siwon's chest, smelling considerably better in fresh pajamas. The second load, he informed his friend, was on right at that moment. “But...but... the aliens. I'll never find out what was happening to only my socks.” DongHae managed to combine being purely distraught and a pout incredibly well. “Don't think about it. Now go to sleep.” Siwon insisted, kissing the top of DongHae's head, and wrapping his arms around him. Normally, DongHae would have moaned a little more. But not with Simba cuddles on the line.
A few minutes later, when Siwon was sure DongHae was asleep, he slipped out out from their embrace and padded in bare feet down to the washing room, shutting the machine off for a moment. Chuckling evilly, he reached in, and found what he was looking for, one of a pair, and from Barney's face alone, clearly DongHae's. With a grin, he headed back to his room, hiding the sock promptly with the others he had collected. Fair enough, he hadn't enjoyed the smell. But that look of utter confusion on his Hae's face when he discovered another sock had gone was too good to miss.