Prank Wars (Teen Top)
( Short note: Heyyy, it's Yoon here! Decided to come out of my self-proclaimed 'hiatus' and write, to fulfil Mi-ra's birthday wish. Pfft. This is sucky as I did them all at 12am/2am, so yeah I wasn't in the right mind T.T Still, hope you'll like it! x )
C.A.P.
You were bent over laughing. This was too hilarious. Even after watching it for, I-don’t-know-how-many-times. That choding Sungyeol was brilliant just like that. He and his banana prank, seeing Infinite’s epic expressions and reactions…..daebak.
“Jagiya, what’s that?” A curious Min Soo snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck. Still struggling to catch your breath, you paused the video and peeled his arms away, before erupting into yet another chain of giggles. “Infinite Sesame Player?” he sighed.“Oppa, don’t be jealous, if Teen Top had filmed this show, I would be repeating it and watching it over and over again as well!” You waved him away, recovering from the stitches that video had caused. “I was away for just ten minutes in the bath and you used this time to watch our rival’s variety show!” Min Soo pinched your nose. “Sheesh, fine I’ll stop! Let’s watch a drama? Shut Up Flower Boy Band?” You suggested, knowing he was a follower of that popular drama. Both of you had watched it before and you couldn’t resist but buy the entire series to re-watch it together with Min Soo, your idol boyfriend.
“Ah, just to see your Kim Myungsoo?”
“Nonsense, I only have you.” You stuck out your tongue and stood up to get the DVD from the living room before inserting it into the DVD player and jumping onto the comfy white sofa, all under one minute.
“______-ah, have a banana,” Min Soo passed a banana to you, taking one for himself as well and placing down 2 cups of coke that he had gotten from the kitchen, followed by a few packets of your favourite cheddar cheese chips. How he did that within the time you took to insert the disk, you do not know. “It’s cold in here, I’ll turn the aircon down.”
You smiled at him, appreciating his thoughtfulness. Sitting back, you sighed, satisfied. It wasn’t every day when he actually had time to spare for you from his busy schedules and whatnot. Once both of you got comfortable on the sofa, you pressed play, biting into your banana at the same time.
You grimaced. “Eugh, is this rotten or something?” You grabbed a tissue. “Oh yucks.”
“Huh?” Min Soo raised his eyebrows, inspecting the fruit. “Aigo, maybe it’s over-ripe, have some coke to wash the taste away.”
Quickly, you gulped down a mouthful of coke, before everything came spraying out onto the face of a laughing Min Soo.
“Jagiya, mianhae....did I put in too much salt?”
You hit him.
Changjo
Tossing and turning in bed for probably the hundredth time, you finally sat up. Damn, that Changjo sure was scaring the hell out of you.
“Stay safe J”
What had that message meant?
Both of you had declared a prank war just a few days ago, and the loser who had accumulated the least points at the end of the week had to pay for dinner at Big Bang Korean BBQ, your usual place. So far, you were leading, 3:0. Which was what made you even more worried and uncertain by the second. Being an idol from a popular girl group who had just made a Comeback, you had been seeing Teen Top quite frequently backstage at music shows like M!Countdown. So far, he hadn’t done anything except for casting you a few smirks here and there when you saw each other, and an occasional “Good luck on stage ;)” text. Pfft. He was driving you insane. Maybe you shouldn’t have suggested this in the first place.
Chunji
“Hmmph, no way am I losing to that pabo,” you announced smugly as you added a few more packets of brown and white sugar into Chunji’s coffee. Teen Top’s leader, Min Soo, who had helped you by tricking Chunji into running an errand, tsked at you from the couch in the dressing room.
“Ah, that guy is going to hate you for this,” Teen Top’s second maknae, Ricky, chuckled as you shrugged and shook in one final packet, before giving it a finishing touch with pepper and salt.
“Min Soo oppa, make sure he drinks this before he goes on stage!” You reminded him yet again.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Just as you turned to leave, he stopped you. “Jamkkhan man-yo!” “Hmmm?” You asked, curious at his sudden formality. “I got you this, as a present for winning Triple Crown,” Min Soo abruptly stood up, picking up a parcel from the side of the couch. “I forgot to pass it to you last week at MuBank, after your win on Thursday!”
“Oppa, chincha?” Shocked, you looked at it questioningly.
Was this some kind of prank? But no, why would he? He was on your side, against Chunji. He helped you.
“______-ah, open it before Chunji comes back, otherwise you’ll get busted for sneaking in here!”
“I can open it at our dressing room!”
“Aniiiiyo, here, nowww!”
Persuaded by his aegyo (which he rarely ever did), you reluctantly tore open the shiny pink packaging. “Open the box, ppalli!” Carefully, you ripped off the scotch tape that sealed the cardboard box, before unveiling a beautiful vintage jewellery box.
“Omo,” You looked at it, stunned. “Min Soo oppa, gomawo!” You bear-hugged him, touched.
A few days ago, you had been upset about breaking that handmade jewellery box given by your teammates and texted Min Soo, lamenting about it. You forgot about Chunji, the pranks, and stared at it, admiring its delicate design and rich colour, the brass handle and lock, the key.
“Aigo, open it and see what’s inside!”
Head reeling from excitement, you thought, had he gotten you jewellery? Maybe that set of bangles you had admired the other day? The necklace that you had oh-so-subtly hinted to him that you wanted when you passed by that antique shop? Slowly, you unlocked it.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
“ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! AISH, WHAT IN THE WORLD….”
“______-ah, 4:3,” Chunji opened the dressing room door, winking.
Niel
“Ah, mianhae….” Niel grabbed your hand, resting his head on your shoulder.
“Don’t talk to me!” You pouted, pushing his head off.
“Don’t ignore me! C’mon, you were the one who told me to bring it on!”
“Bring it on does not equals to hiding half of my cosmetics under the bed and disabling my IPhone while I was in the toilet!” You were exasperated. “You could have thought of a better prank that did not require me to go to a repair shop!” You stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.
“Mianhae…I’ll make up for it!”
You stopped in your tracks. “How?”
“...Let’s bake!”
“How is that making up to me? Besides, are you sure you won’t poison me as some joke?”
“I have faith in your baking skills, you can do it while I help out~ ”
“…Haish, I don’t know why I’m doing this. Fine, let’s bake.”
After a tiring half an hour, you finally managed to find the battered and worn recipe book which you hadn’t touched since your Leader’s twentieth birthday. That had been a disaster. You didn’t want to remember it. Carefully flipping the book open, you asked, “So, what should we make?”
“Chocolate cookies? Cream puffs?” Niel suggested.
“Let’s be more ambitious and bake a cake!”
“Yeah right.”
“You don’t think I can bake one? I thought you said you trusted my baking skills,” you retorted.
“Ani….let’s bake a cake.”
You laughed inwardly. Acting angry at Niel was really entertaining at times. “Yah, help me get the icing? It’s in the higher cupboards…I’ll get the ingredients and utensils ready.”
“Ne!”
“So, eggs, check. Butter, check. Flour, check-”
“Jagiya, is this the icing?”
You turned around, only to get splatted in the face by white goo.
Ricky
“Kekeke,” You read aloud Teen Top’s Ricky’s text message for your members. “What is he hinting at? Did he do something again? I’m losing!! Did he come in here? Wait, where’s my bag?” You paced around the dressing room at Music Bank, frantic.
“Unnie, relax, your bag is here,” the maknae passed your red studded bucket bag to you before shaking her head, showing her disapproval toward your petty prank war.
“Don’t ‘relax’ me,” you frowned, hitting her head lightly. “I’m lagging behind by like, 6 points, maybe? I didn’t even count,” You wondered aloud, not realising that the others had already left the room to ‘socialise.’ Or at least that was what they did every week backstage.
Left alone in the dressing room, you took out your precious diary from your bag, followed by the pen with your name engraved on it that Ricky had given to you as a Christmas gift the previous year. “How glad he’ll be to know that I’m using his pen to plan an attack against him,” you chuckled to yourself as you listed down some potential pranks. You could use the help of his members too. You bet the maknae, Changjo, would be more than willing to. Your tummy grumbled.
Oh gosh, not now…
This was what always happened when you decide to use your brain. “Aish, looks like I’ll have to get a snack bar from my stash.”
Looking around to make sure the wardrobe and make-up unnies weren’t watching, you stood up and strided as casually as you could to the dressing room’s cupboard which stored hangers, racks, and piles of stage clothing. Heh, until now, no one had discovered that little box of snacks that you had secretly hidden under it. Then, you grew suspicious. Did Ricky steal it? You had hinted it to him before, teasing him when he was starving the other day. You dug through the clothes with a speed of lightning, letting out a sigh of relief when your hand touched the cold surface of the metal box. Tentatively opening it, you reached out for a Mars bar.
“AH DAMMIT WHY IS THIS SO STICKY…..YUCKS. RICKY, YOU’RE DEAD MEAT WHEN I SEE YOU.”
L.joe
“Alright boys, let’s take a break!” Min Soo called, picking up bottles of water and throwing them at his members, to which they all swallowed with big gulps. They had been practicing for 6 hours straight even though it was supposedly their ‘off-day’, while you sat in the room reading your book, sketching, playing games on your IPad, occasionally glancing up to admire their oh-so-perfect uniform dancing and copying it. It really was different seeing it up close, behind the scenes. It had been especially funny seeing your boyfriend, the group’s lead rapper, making all sorts of silly mistakes.
“Oppa, tired?” You asked, passing him a handkerchief as he plopped down beside you.
“Nah, I feel especially energetic with you around today,” he shot you his signature smile while attempting to hug you.
“You’re all sweaty!” You complained cutely, to which he chuckled at.
“Aish you two, please don’t make us bachelors jealous here?” Chunji remarked rather cheekily, before his other members pulled him to his feet.
“Let’s get out of here, leave them alone for a bit,” Min Soo ordered as Byung Hun threw him a grateful look while they piled out of the door. “Remember to lock up later!”
“Ah, oppa, you didn’t have to chase them out like that,” You reprimanded after they left.
“Waeyo? Is it wrong to want to spend some time with you without listening to their sarcastic remarks in the background?”
“Sheesh, alright you win.”
An idea popped into your head. “Hey, you know what? I’ve been watching this drama recently. The couple in the show had this idea where they played pranks on each other for a week, and at the end of it, the loser had to plan a date, with an itinerary and all.”
“Eh? What show?”
“I forgot.”
Byung Hun burst out laughing, reaching for the toy hammer that Min Soo used to attack his members whenever they made a mistake during a serious practice, hitting you on the head.
“Ouch!”
“You didn’t have to hint it to me like that, I’d gladly plan a date for you if you wanted me to,” he teased. “Anyway, 1:0,” he smirked. Unscrewing the cap on his bottle of half-drunk water, he emptied everything onto you.