"I knocked on Heaven's door for two minutes," the boy said. "How is that not cool to you?"
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Choi Sangwoo was just trying to make ends meet. Beaten and abus...
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February 3, 2019:
"What do you mean you're not cooking dinner anymore?" Soobin asked, stroking his imaginary long beard thoughtfully.
They were all seated around the sofa after a particularly draining day of training. It was one in the morning, and the two youngest of the group's eyes were already starting to droop. Sangwoo had just returned from the practice room and was drinking deeply from a bottle formerly kept in the fridge.
Which potentially left him vulnerable to a great many bacteria, he knew.
But he didn't care.
"Hyung, no," spoke Beomgyu, who had miraculously not gone shopping today. "None of us-" he looked over at Sangwoo. "--not even Sangwoo-ssi-can cook."
Sangwoo nodded in agreement. He didn't want to starve to death. "Yeonjun, look. How about you teach a couple of us some basic stuff so that we can cook on our own, or whenever you don't feel like doing it?"
The boy in question scoffed. "What, and risk getting salmonella poisoning?"
Soobin rolled his eyes. "Quit being so dramatic, Mr. BLT. You want to be responsible for the deaths of five people and end up in prison?"
Yeonjun reached over and flicked his forehead, making Soobin groan and press his forehead lightly. "You think I haven't considered that? I just want a tiny bit of rest. Cooking for six people isn't easy, you know?"
Sangwoo decided to offer the solution he'd previously mentioned. "Which is why we want you to teach us the easiest things to cook."
"That's too physically demanding," he whined. "I can't do that."
Sangwoo kept his water back on the counter and leaned against it, folding his arms. "Stop whining, Yeonjun. It's not going to help. You either teach us, or I'm going to beat your ass with a pan." Yeonjun opened his mouth to retort, but the older male silenced him with a look. "Pick one, Mr. BLT."
Yeonjun let out a frustrated grunt. "Can you leave me alone? It's hard being so good at dancing and trying to cook. Can't you look up recipes on Naver or something?"
"Oh, for goodness' sake..."
"What's this..." Taehyun mumbled sleepily, nestling his head further into Soobin's neck.
"Shut up and sleep," Soobin said, slightly moving his head. "And stop moving. It tickles."
"M'kay..." Taehyun said, but only snuggled further into Soobin, who rolled his eyes.
"Why don't we talk about this on Sunday?" Sangwoo asked. "We have the day off, don't we?"
"We can do that," Yeonjun nodded, holding out his hand. "Let's shake on it, Soob."
