`prank wars, sungjae&changsub
Slipping the bottle of tacky, transparent glue into his deep coat pocket, he shuffled out of the bedroom that he and his hyungs shared, his eyes darting around and scanning the living room for any traces of human activity before breaking out into a dash, but still careful not to make any sound, lest he be caught. Dropping down into a crouch, he fell sideways into a barrel roll towards the kitchen. To his misfortune, however, his big toe caught on the door frame and he let out a pained yelp, cradling his foot and whimpering softly as he rubbed it gingerly. But he couldn’t let this little casualty distract him from his mission; swallowing the pain, he pulled himself up and marched straight to the dining table.
Sungjae pulled his weapon of choice from his pocket and unscrewed the cap, whistling an ironically jolly tune as he poured the viscous fluid all over the seat. He shook the bottle a few times to get the last remnants of the glue onto the seat before tossing the bottle into the recycling bin (because as devious as he was, he was still a good samaritan). Crouching again, he scuttled behind the counters and finally rolled back out of the kitchen as if nothing had happened, earning an eyebrow raise from their dorm mate, Roh Jihoon, who was casually lounging on the living room couch.
“Don’t go into the kitchen hyung, someone spilled tomato juice all over and it’s naaassty.”
He waited until he was safely back in the bedroom before rubbing his hands together and cackling mischievously. Now all he had to do was wait for his hyung to come home.