Strawberry Shortcake
Title: Strawberry Shortcake
Rating: PG
Focus/Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Words: 600+ (drabble)
Summary: It's Killing Camp 2.0
The tip of the strawberry is sour. It’s more lemon than berry, if anything. Which is funny because strawberries aren’t actually considered to be in the berry family, but bananas are. But Youngjae keeps eating, though, because if he doesn’t, Daehyun will and the last thing he needs is a grown man complaining about stomach pains in the middle of the night. Daehyun should be forced to suffer the same annoying ramblings Youngjae gets on a near daily basis, too, sometimes. Especially seeing as most dinners involve a certain vocalist picking at his plate.
The rest of the members stare at the two in abject horror. Especially Yongguk, seeing as it is his birthday cake, but details, details, details. No one has time to distinguish ownership over food when two boys are seemingly making a contest out of their dinner.
Earlier, Himchan had tried to forcibly separate the two from their own respective plates, but, instead, received almost animalistic growls. The older male is still weary of the vocalists, claiming they were rabid creatures at this point. There must be something in the cake causing them to be this way, has to be, he argued; not that the others would know however, seeing as once the first slice was cut, Youngjae and Daehyun were already staring each other down.
And they still are eyeing each other as they spoon a constant stream of cake passed their lips. Hell, they aren’t even using plates anymore, opting to eat straight from the cake itself. Youngjae has the side with the Happy Birthday! icing while Daehyun has the Yongguk.
If the members were to put words to their angry expressions, they suppose it would go a little like this:
Stop eating, you fatass.
Hah. Do you think you should be talking (?) here, Youngjae?
What are you insinuating?
Nothing. Oh by the way, there’s more cake on your face than what’s going into your mouth.
At least it’s more cake that you won’t be able to eat, loser.
Really?
If the members were already in shock from the sloppy eating habits of their two members, then they were disgusted by the way Daehyun was nearly eating Youngjae’s face. There’s a scream somewhere in the middle of the whole face licking, but it’s a bit muffled by the frosting lining Youngjae’s mouth. Daehyun’s sticky fingers are grabbing onto Youngjae’s face and it’s like a repeat of Killing Camp all over again, but no 18+ sticker will appear to cover them up or a crew to stop the scene from unfolding even more.
Jongup and Junhong simply leave the table, the eating contest no longer entertaining to watch. Plus, the bets they had placed on whoever won, no longer seems to matter. It’s obvious by now that Daehyun has no personal space issues when it comes to food and winning (and maybe Youngjae).
Himchan is still bolted in his spot, conflicted over whether or not to try to appease the both of them again, but there’s a chance his face may be clawed off in the process. His face was very important but so were the group’s main singers. Himchan screws up his lips while thinking and wonders how the two were still going at it when it’s been three minutes already.
“We should go.” Yongguk suggests as he lays a hand on the visual’s shoulders.
“Happy birthday, Guk.” Himchan sighs as they part from the kitchen.
(“Seriously, what’s the the problem when it’s between guys?” A whiny voice is overheard later as the rest of the members are playing Mario Party on their old outdated Gamecube.)
Rating: PG
Focus/Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Words: 600+ (drabble)
Summary: It's Killing Camp 2.0
The tip of the strawberry is sour. It’s more lemon than berry, if anything. Which is funny because strawberries aren’t actually considered to be in the berry family, but bananas are. But Youngjae keeps eating, though, because if he doesn’t, Daehyun will and the last thing he needs is a grown man complaining about stomach pains in the middle of the night. Daehyun should be forced to suffer the same annoying ramblings Youngjae gets on a near daily basis, too, sometimes. Especially seeing as most dinners involve a certain vocalist picking at his plate.
The rest of the members stare at the two in abject horror. Especially Yongguk, seeing as it is his birthday cake, but details, details, details. No one has time to distinguish ownership over food when two boys are seemingly making a contest out of their dinner.
Earlier, Himchan had tried to forcibly separate the two from their own respective plates, but, instead, received almost animalistic growls. The older male is still weary of the vocalists, claiming they were rabid creatures at this point. There must be something in the cake causing them to be this way, has to be, he argued; not that the others would know however, seeing as once the first slice was cut, Youngjae and Daehyun were already staring each other down.
And they still are eyeing each other as they spoon a constant stream of cake passed their lips. Hell, they aren’t even using plates anymore, opting to eat straight from the cake itself. Youngjae has the side with the Happy Birthday! icing while Daehyun has the Yongguk.
If the members were to put words to their angry expressions, they suppose it would go a little like this:
Stop eating, you fatass.
Hah. Do you think you should be talking (?) here, Youngjae?
What are you insinuating?
Nothing. Oh by the way, there’s more cake on your face than what’s going into your mouth.
At least it’s more cake that you won’t be able to eat, loser.
Really?
If the members were already in shock from the sloppy eating habits of their two members, then they were disgusted by the way Daehyun was nearly eating Youngjae’s face. There’s a scream somewhere in the middle of the whole face licking, but it’s a bit muffled by the frosting lining Youngjae’s mouth. Daehyun’s sticky fingers are grabbing onto Youngjae’s face and it’s like a repeat of Killing Camp all over again, but no 18+ sticker will appear to cover them up or a crew to stop the scene from unfolding even more.
Jongup and Junhong simply leave the table, the eating contest no longer entertaining to watch. Plus, the bets they had placed on whoever won, no longer seems to matter. It’s obvious by now that Daehyun has no personal space issues when it comes to food and winning (and maybe Youngjae).
Himchan is still bolted in his spot, conflicted over whether or not to try to appease the both of them again, but there’s a chance his face may be clawed off in the process. His face was very important but so were the group’s main singers. Himchan screws up his lips while thinking and wonders how the two were still going at it when it’s been three minutes already.
“We should go.” Yongguk suggests as he lays a hand on the visual’s shoulders.
“Happy birthday, Guk.” Himchan sighs as they part from the kitchen.
(“Seriously, what’s the the problem when it’s between guys?” A whiny voice is overheard later as the rest of the members are playing Mario Party on their old outdated Gamecube.)