“What….is this?” Myungsoo stabbed what Sungyeol called “food” with his chopsticks.

Sungyeol pouted.

“I told you I can’t cook!”

Sungyeol took his apron off and set it on the chair.

He stood there and wondered why the hell he was there.

Oh, yeah. Because he messed up that the King’s clothes.

Sungyeol scoffed.

“King, my …”

“…what?” Myungsoo looked at him weirdly.

“Nothing.”

“Well, okay then... I’ll make some food since you’ll probably burn the house down.”

“I’m not that bad of a cook, you know.”

“Yeah…how do apples make fortune cookies? That doesn’t make sense, does it?”

“Blame the oven, not me!”

“Right. The oven is at fault here.”

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The next day…

“Yah! Hyung, what do you mean by “I’m living with an idiot rich boy now, save yourself!”?! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Sungjong slapped his hyung.

“He’s going to feed me all kinds of food so that I get fat, and then he’s going to cook me and eat me!”

“…Hyung, you’re pathetic.” Sungjong groaned in embarrassment of his idiot brother.

“You know, I think Umma dropped you- No, threw you at a wall when you were a baby.”

“YAH, YOU LITTLE-“

Swoosh!

Sungyeol screamed a quite manly scream as a knife flew across his face.

“Gege, that was dangerous!” Luhan scolded Kris.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Kris waved Luhan away.

“Yah, don’t you dare-“

Kris groaned and looked at Sehun.

“Okay, okay..”

Luhan looked at Kris then at Sehun, who was coming towards him.

“What are you- YAH, PUT ME DOWN!”

Sehun giggled and patted Luhan’s .

“Thorry, babe.”

“YAH, KRIS, WU FAN, KEVIN, WHATEVER THE HELL YOUR NAME IS, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?!”

“You were yelling. I told you. No yelling.”

“I hate you. And this job. Ugh.” Sungyeol groaned and sat on the counter.

The window next to him suddenly jolted open, scaring Sungyeol once again.

“You hate us?!” Kyungsoo stared at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Mwoh? Sungyeollie hates us?! Yeollie why?!” Chanyeol cried.

“How could you.. I thought you loved me!”

“What?”

“Why would you do this… To me.. To us! We’re perfect, why ruin it?”

“Uh…”

“Sungyeol baby, please don’t leave me!”

“Yah, are you like-“

“I love you! Don’t leave!”

“……..”

“Don’t you love me…”

“…..what-“

“We’re perfect! We’re….2yeol! 2yeol! We’re meant to be, Sungyeol! Me and yo-“

Baekhyun slapped his boyfriend on the head.

“Stop saying nonsense, you idiot. You broke Sungyeol.”

Jongin poked Sungyeol’s cheek. “Hyung?”

He poked his cheek again.

“Hyung, your cheeks are chubby. Lose some weight. You’re getting too fat.”

“YAH SHUT UP JONGIN!”

“Nope, he’s not broken.”

“Yeah, he’s still loud.”

“Okay, enough. Get back to work, you lazy asses.”

“Says the laziest man in this café..” Sungyeol grumbled.

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“So…Sungyeol agreed to staying at your house.”

“To clean and cook for you.”

Myungsoo nodded.

“Did you make him your slave?”

“Yep. Wait, what- NO I DID NOT!!”

Dongwoo and Woohyun giggled.

Sunggyu narrowed his eyes at Myungsoo.

“Yah, Gyuzizi where did your eyes go?” Hoya chuckled.

“Lee Howon, I will devour your soul.”

“Okay, sorry!” Hoya apologized, still chuckling.

“He just agreed to this?”

Myungsoo nodded.

“Does he like you?”

“No, he said he hated L hyung.”

“L…did you him?”

“Yeah, did you force him to do this?”

“OH MY GOD, NO I DID NOT HIM- WHY AM I FRIENDS WITH IDIOTS LIKE YOU GUYS?!”

“Because you’re an idiot as well.”

Myungsoo groaned in annoyance.

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A/N : Hey..Okay, I believe I've got some explaining to do..

Well. After I got sick, I went into a short period of depression.

And that happened at least three times. I think.

And then I got extremely busy with schoolwork and testing.

But now. I'm back. 

And this is a short chapter because it's really late and I'm starting to see things.

Lol. But seriously. 

Alright. Goodnight! Double update tomorrow!

Oh wait. We're going out for my mom's birthday.

We'll see. But I will update tomorrow!

But it might not be a double update.

Unless I stay up late. Eh. 

Okay, bye.

Love,

Cynthia <3