”Heechul hyung! Come over here, now!” Hankyung shouted. The man in the living room sighed and mumbled frustrated: 

“Okay okay mom…” 

He walked to the kitchen and looked at Hankyung. 

“Well, I’m here. What?” 

“Why are you being like that? I haven’t done anything bad to you”, Hankyung started but Heechul stopped him and said: 

“Oh, you’re right. I was an . So, what did you try to say?” 

Hankyung saw a little smirk on Heechul’s face and he told that thing:  

“Well. I was wondering that if we would make a dinner to others, together. “

“Don’t make me laugh. I can’t cook”, Heechul laughed a lot. The blond was little bit sad about this ‘cause he was wondering that they would do something together. Maybe this isn’t the way he would do it. The older saw younger’s sad face and said: 

“Maybe we can try to cook something easy?” 

Hankyung was happy again. 

“Yes, hyung. Kimchee noodles maybe?” 

“That sounds good!” Heechul almost danced in front of Hankyung. The Chinese asked: 

“Uhm, how can we do the noodles?” 

“Let’s go to the supermarket and buy some. Then we just boil them”, the older smirked and took younger’s hand to his own. They walked to the door and put the shoes on. 

“Let’s go dongsaeng”, Heechul said and opened the door.