Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Summary: A peaceful morning turns chaotic because five boys living together can never be easy.
This is just a random drabble I thought up this morning. Hope you enjoy!
Minho was relaxed as he poured the steaming coffee into his mug- the sound of the rich liquid filling his cup soothing his senses. It was a nice, quiet morning. They hadn’t had to get up insanely early and the mid-morning sunlight was pouring through the window over the sink, bathing the kitchen in a warm glow.
It was going to be a good day, he thought.
“What the fuck
!” Kibum’s outburst from down the hall pierced the silence and Minho felt his stomach sink. So much for the peaceful morning.
“Jjong!” Kibum barked, stalking into the kitchen and glaring at the lead singer whose hair was still mussed from the way he had slept.
“What?” he asked groggily, looking up from his cup of coffee on the table in front of him.
“How many times do I have to tell you to use the damn exhaust fan after you take a shit?!” Kibum yelled, hands on his hips. Somehow he pulled off the glowering look in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and boxers.
“What makes you think it was me?” Jonghyun pouted, eyebrows furrowed innocently.
you!” Kibum exclaimed, gesturing wildly, “I’m supposed
to be in the shower right now, but someone
thinks that it’s too hard to flip a fucking switch!”
“It wasn’t me!” Jonghyun protested, “Besides, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“The bathroom smells like ass
!” Kibum shrieked, “Use the damn exhaust fan!”
With that, he lunged at Jonghyun who, in turn, leapt up from the table and nearly spilled his coffee in an attempt to get away. Taemin steadied Jonghyun’s mug as Kibum chased the singer into the living room where he tackled Jonghyun to the couch- the older letting out a pathetic yelp as he was slammed into.
“Kibum,” Minho called out tentatively, “Maybe strangling Jonghyun isn’t the best solution.”
“If I strangle him, our bathroom won’t smell like shit!” he yelled back from the living room where he was twisting Jonghyun’s arm behind his back.
Minho sighed and looked over at Jinki whose head was on the table. He was either sleeping or pretending to.
“You know,” Taemin said after a few minutes, “I think it might have been me.”
Minho groaned and let his head thunk onto the table. The leader had the right idea.