Cat Food; Shindong/Ryeowook
Ryeowook cooked something for Shindong.
His stomach rumbled as the smell of someone’s cooking graced through the air. Shindong is currently practicing their new dance steps alone, because the others went to their different schedules. Since he didn’t eat his lunch, he felt hungry and had to resist the urge to just go downstairs and storm in the kitchen to find something edible to eat.
There was a soft knock on the dance room’s door that made him stop his dancing. “Hyung, come on, I cooked something. Let’s eat downstairs.” The eternal magnae said, poking his head inside the room.
Shindong was hesitant at first, but followed the younger nonetheless.
“What’s this? This tastes nice.” Shindong complimented, taking more servings of Ryeowook’s cooking.
“Actually, I invented this recipe. I still don’t know what to name it.” He said, shoving a glass of water to the dancer.
“Heebum-ah!” Heechul tapped his foot on the kitchen’s floor, calling for his pet cat. “Ryeowook-ah, did you see where Heebum’s cat food go?” He asked as he looked over cupboard by cupboard.
Ryeowook shrugged. “I think you already ran out of it,”
The eldest picked his cat up. “Oh, is that so? Come on, Heebum-ah, let’s go to the supermarket and buy some food for you, hmm?” He continued, completely exiting the kitchen.
When Heechul was nowhere to be found, Shindong finished his meal. “What did you put in this?”
Ryeowook, who was busy washing the dishes, slowly tilted his head to face the older, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Heebum’s cat food?”
The moment those words escaped Ryeowook’s lips, Shindong ran to the sink, puking everything he ate.
“Don’t worry, Hyung.” Ryeowook patted the gagging Shindong’s back. “Heechul Hyung buys good quality cat foods for Heebum.” He mocked as he made his way out of the kitchen, leaving the other who wanted nothing but to just snap the life out of the eternal magnae.
Yesung entered the kitchen with a coffee mug on hand, only to see Shindong’s pale face. “What happened to you?” He frowned, touching the younger’s forehead to check whether he’s sick or not.
“Hyung?”
“Hmm?”
“Will I die if I ate cat food?” Shindong asked.
Yesung, who was pouring water in a glass, looked up at him. “No. You won’t die, but whiskers, fur and a tail might grow in your body.”
The serious expression on Yesung’s face made Shindong freak out. That’s it. He’s going to choke Ryeowook to death.
A/N: Random. I wrote this when I was writing a story for our English project. Comments, please? ^__^