A/N - A prompt from Lost_once :) It’s short and sweet!

Momo Burns Down the Apartment

Hirai Momo was a lot of things. She was a dancer, a jokbal lover, athletic, loyal, a raccoon look alike. She was also a romantic trapped within childish tendencies. When Mina had decided to cook that dinner for Chaeyoung it had inspired Momo to do the same for Dahyun, though hopefully without the food poisoning. Dahyun meant everything to Momo and right now she was hurting, the events of her parents visit last week having shaken her. She’d spent every night with Momo since then, the older girl wanted to protect her and Dahyun felt safe in her arms.

That morning Momo woke up and hour earlier than usual in order to prepare breakfast for Dahyun. She looked at the sleeping girl, having replaced her own body with the pillow she was currently snuggling, her heart swelled. She really loved that girl. Walking out to the kitchen she was aware that both she and Dahyun were the only ones in the apartment. Sana was practically living with Tzuyu and Mina had work today. When the dancer walked into the kitchen she groaned at the washing up hurricane Sana had left yesterday, usually Mina would wash up but the girl had stayed with Chaeyoung last night meaning it was all still piled up next to the sink.

Momo searched the pile and took out a pan, it looked pretty clean. Wouldn’t be the first time Sana had made them re-wash something because she couldn’t be bothered to put it back into the cupboard. Momo hummed to herself as she put the pan on the hob, switching it on before turning to get some pancake mix out of the cupboard. When she turned back round said pancake mix fell to the floor as she let out a scream. Now to add to the previous lesson you all learned about not eating pink chicken, you will now learn something else. Whilst cooking oil is a very useful tool for making pots less sticky, you also have to keep an eye on it. Because when it is too hot you set your kitchen on fire.

There is one thing you must NEVER do in the events of an oil fire. A thing that Momo is about to do.

The dancer ran to the sink and filled a glass with water, she then threw it into the pan. Only for the flame covered oil to jump, now catching the wooden counter top on fire. With another scream Momo sprinted back into her bedroom where a confused Dahyun raised an eyebrow at her, having been woken by the first scream. Momo began hopping from foot to foot, waving her arms as she babbled in what Dahyun was pretty sure was a mix of Japanese and German……when did Momo learn German?

“Momo!” Dahyun finally snapped, standing to hold her shoulders, “Calm down.”

“I CAN’T CALM DOWN THE ING KITCHEN’S IN FLAMES!!!!!!”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THAT!?”

“I DID,” Momo shouted, “I SAID IN