Why Do I Smell Smoke? ✔

"He forgot to feed us..." Jaemin groaned.

The Dreamies stood crowded around the couch on which Kun (their babysitter) fell asleep.

"Jaemin, stop whining about food!" Mark reprimanded him.

"Shut your trap, MORK."

"It's MARK, you uncultured pomegranate!"

"Not according to the Czennies, you hormonal acorn!"

"Both of you, shut up before I stab you in the throat with a fork!" Renjun growled from the other side of the circle.

"Aw, Junnie, you'd never do that to me."

"Nana's got a point, Jun." Jeno piped up.

"Shut it, Jenope."

"Soooooooo...what are we gonna do about dinner?" Jisung asked.

"Sung, we can't cook." Renjun said, exasperated.

"Yes, we can, you tiny dumpling." Chenle huffed.

"No, we cannot, you noisy dolphin!"

"Don't talk to my Chenle like that!" Jisung yelped, offended.

"He shouldn't talk to our Renjun like that, then!" Jeno shouted back. Jaemin nodded defensively in agreement.

"'You tiny dumpling' isn't even an insult!"

"CAN ALL OF YOU SHUT UP?!" Donghyuck snapped.

"Calm down, baby Hyuckie." Mark soothed him, rubbing his back.

"MARKHYUCK IS SAILING!"

"SHUT UP, NANA!!" Mark and Donghyuck yelled, glaring at Jaemin.

"Calmeth thyselves the fuck down." Jeno scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Wait...where is Chenle? And why are the kitchen lights on?" Renjun said, wide-eyed and panicked.

"...shit." They all chorused.

Meanwhile, in a practice room with Taeten...

"It's too quiet, Tennie, it's making me nervous..." Taeyong mumbled.

"Yong, we aren't in the dorms. We are in a practice room. The kids are at home." Ten assured him, half teasing.

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM. THEY'RE PRACTICALLY ALONE!"

"...Yongie, I love you, but baby, what are you on?" He looked quizzically at Taeyong.

"I'm not on ANYTHING! The only one who can cook is KUN! We left 7 CHILDREN with the one babysitter who can cook and who will also probably forget to feed them, and the other 11 ELEVEN HAVE NO BABYSITTER!!!" Taeyong yelped, on the verge of a panic attack.

"Breathe, Tae, in and out. You're stressed, you're panicking, that's not good. I don't want you to freak out. It's just us, the kids are all fine, it's just the two of us." Ten said quickly, trying to get his boyfriend's mind off the lack of child supervision. "I'm certain they're okay, Yongie. Just breathe, let's get back to practicing. Do you remember your solo choreo for No Manners?"

"Tennie, yes, yes I do, you just want to see me do it." Taeyong sighed, slightly side-eyeing the currently blonde boy.

"What can I say? I'm a hoe." Ten shrugged. "Do you remember Super Car?"

"Yes, I do remember it. You want to practice that one part at the beginning, I presume?"

"I told you, I'm a hoe, and I'm specifically a hoe for you."