BACKSTAGE - OT8

My Side Of The Story

Lee Know's POV

I'd only come to my room to freshen up, but I rushed downstairs when I could smell something burning.

I got to the kitchen to see Han at the stove -never a good sign- and Seungmin sitting at the dining table with a smoking toaster.

"Hello?" I questioned the two, walking over to kiss the top of Seungmin's head. I smiled when he gladly leaned into me. My precious pup. I asked him, "How are you feeling pup?"

Seungmin nodded and smiled, reassuring me he was okay, though he looked tired. He didn't like to talk first thing in the morning, so I gave him another kiss on his temple and leaned down to peck his lips. He smiled wider, making me smile and give him a wink.

"You're up early." I moved over to Han next. He was trying to flip an egg -very poorly- I might add.

"I'm making breakfast for me and Seungmin." He said.  I wrapped my arms around his waist, giving him a back hug before leaving a kiss on his neck.

"The rest of us just fin for ourselves then?" I teased.

"Yes. There are too many of you. And I'm no chef." He said.

"Clearly." I joked. But it wasn't a joke.

"Shut up." He elbowed me in the side. I leaned over dramatically like it hurt. He just rolled his eyes at me with a smile.

"I'll make enough for you if you want." He offered politely.

I took one look at the pot and declined. "I think I'm not hungry. You enjoy whatever that is." And finally, let him go.

I went back over to Seungmin, but not before grabbing a bag behind Han's back. "You're gonna need this." I whispered, handing the puppy the bag. He looked at me gratefully and hid the bag under the table just as Han turned around.

"Breakfast is done, let's eat!"

I shook my head with a smile. I love Han, but he can not cook to save his life. Plus, he hated cooking, so he usually didn't try. I assume he must be trying to show he can care for Seungmin. Everyone has favorites, it seems. I think this, knowing I am a favorite of both of them. Either way, if Seungmin ate that, he'd likely be over the toilet or trash can later. I genuinely had no idea what the mess of off-white mush with yellow and green was supposed to be.

"Hyung! Bin won't leave me alone!" Hyunjin shouted exasperatedly. Said man, Changbin, was behind him, holding tightly to his waist. Hyunjin huffed again, struggling to get out of his hold.

"I swear, Changbin Hyung. If you don't let me go." He growled impatiently. I burst out laughing at their familiar morning routine. I swear Changbin lived for Hyunjin's misery.

"No." Changbin pouted childishly.

"I need to wash. I'm sticky with your cum you ingrit. I already fell asleep because you wouldn't let me clean it last night. I'm not walking out of this house looking or smelling like this!" Hyunjin huffed angrily.

"Why? I want everyone to know. They should all see that you are already taken." Changbin huffed poutily.

"I'm gonna kill him." Hyunjin growled, pointing at Changbin. But he was warning me.