Chapter Text
Warm yellow beams of sunlight streamed in through the small gap in the curtains of the rap-lines bedroom, casting a golden glow onto the furniture and walls. The entire room basked in the honey-like glow; one might even say it looked rather serene in its current state. The world outside was wide awake, but the three boys inside were fast asleep in their beds.
Well... most of them.
“SHIT”
Chan cursed inwardly, glancing at the mess he’d made on the floor. He sighed, tiptoeing around it. Who would have known carrying a bucket full of icy water would be such a difficult task?
You see, Chan- (Who didn’t sleep a wink that night mind you) -Was doing this to get back at Jisung, who had the night before pestered him for four hours when he was trying to sleep, about the answer to:
“Why the hell can cheetahs run so fast, but humans can’t?”
“How do you know when you’ve run out of invisible ink? Like, how would you even tell?”
“WHO delivers the mailman’s mail? himself? Surely that can’t be fair, or moral…”
aaand so on…
Chan had decided he was going to dump the ice-cold bucket of water over the poor, unsuspecting boys head to get back at him. maybe drown him if he was lucky, too. Chan snickered evilly at the thought, slowly creeping towards the edge of Jisung’s bed (Which Jisung had covered in plushies to the point where you practically couldn’t even see him) -And held the bucket of water high above his head.
Just as he had started to tip the bucket, he heard a noise in the doorway, and snapped his head towards the door.
“Hey what’s all this water everywhere? I thought I heard a noise from the other room, what are y-“
Seungmin stood in the doorway, stopping mid-sentence at the scene before him. He stared at Chan in complete disbelief as the realisation in his sleep-muddled brain finally hit him. Chan- only in his shorts, was holding a large pink bucket of water above Jisungs peacefully resting head, with a wide cheshire-cat grin.
“Chan... what the literal fuck”
Chan quickly shushed him panickily, checking Jisung hadn’t woken up.
“Well... I uhm... Jisung hasn’t really been doing the dishes lately you know… and he uh… won’t wash his clothes like ever... Do you think it’s fair he’s going to be living under this roof thinking his actions won’t have consequences?” Chan yell whispered.
Seungmin sighed, debating the thought,
“But Chan you can’t just- “
Chan cut him off,
“I’ll do your chores for a month if you record it for me”
Without a beat Seungmin placed his hand in his pyjama pocket.
“Done.”
Seungmin pulled his phone out of his pyjama pocket, beginning to record, he tiptoed over whilst giggling quietly.
Chan barely contained his laughter as he began tipping the bucket
“Okay 3...2....1!”
“GUGGgGuGuAHHHH!”
Jisung choked on the icy water and shot up from his burrow of plushies, wide eyed and bewildered.
“What?! ..Huh?”
He looked around the room, towards a wheezing pair of boys, falling over one another with laughter.
“You little...”
Jisung uncovered himself from his burrow of plushies and stood, glaring at the pair with anger.
“Good morning!” Chan wheezed.
Jisung balled his hands into fists.
“Don’t you think about trying anything Sungie, because I have this on tape, and I WILL use it in court against you” Seungmin giggled defensively, tapping his phone still in his right hand, which was recording everything.
His phone pointed towards a defeated, soaked Jisung, who was now turning red with rage.
“At least he finally washed his clothes” Chan snorted into his hands, not-so-quietly. Seungmin sniggered in response.
“THATS IT- IM GONNA KILL YOU BOTH” Jisung screamed.
Jisung charged towards Chan and Seungmin, who were already scrambling out the room shouting their belated farewells.
“Get back here COWARDS” Jisung screeched, jumping (quite athletically), across a groaning Changbin’s bed, thudding towards the door with unfiltered fury. Seungmin and Chan raced down the hall, screaming religious pleas, having already discarded the bucket behind them in attempts to trip Jisung up- which had worked frighteningly unwell, as Jisung caught it mid-air.
“GET BACK HERE IDIOTS, IM GONNA USE YOUR RIB-CAGES AS A XYLOPHONE!” Jisung seethed waving the bucket around threateningly.
Chan and Seungmin looked back in horror, taking a sharp left, and running into Hyunjin, Felix and Minho’s room in seek of reinforcements.
“FELIX, HYUNJIN, FUCKING HELP US!!“
Chan choked, running towards Hyunjin and Felix’s bed for protection. (Chan already knew Minho wouldn’t do a thing to help them)
Jisung came charging into the room like a fiery ball of anger, bucket in hand, ready to harm two regretful boys in ways they didn’t even want to know how.
“No- NO, PLEASE NOT THE BUCKET” Seungmin cried in alarm, raising his hands defensively whilst Chan hurriedly tried to shake Felix awake.
“…...Mmmmmrf”
Hyunjin groaned at the loud noise, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
“I thought I told you not to wake me u...”
Hyunjin trailed off, not sure what he was witnessing. Jisung stood burning with rage at the doorway, pink bucket in hand and dripping wet. Seungmin stood with his hands raised by his head in horror, with a phone camera pointed at him. Whilst Chan was… Hyunjin wasn’t really sure what Chan was doing, possibly trying to wake up Felix, or shake some demon out of him?
“Am I.....interrupting something?” Hyunjin coughed.
Seungmins eyes snapped towards him,
“HYUNJIN! grab the nearest weapon, we need to stop Jisung, HE’S GONE INSANE!”
Seungmin scrabbled towards Hyunjin’s bed, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him as far away from Jisung as possible.
Jisung scoffed villainously,
“IM THE ONE GONE INSANE!!?, YOU IDIOTS ALMOST DROWNED ME”
Jisung held the bucket up threateningly at the trio.
“OKAY, OKAY! just put down the bucket Jisung no one needs to get hurt... just hear me out!” Chan pleaded, placing his hands in the air and away from Felix (Who god knows how, hasn’t woke up yet)
Jisung breathed heavily in reply, slowly lowering the bucket to his side and glaring hostility at Chan awaiting whatever reply or apology he could muster.
“I agree- I-I did kinda almost drown you… but that’s only because I thought you uhm...”
Chan sweat nervously, his eyes flickering to and from Jisung and the pink bucket.
“Looked… thirsty?”
Chan mumbled. Hyunjin blurted into laughter and quickly slapped his hand over his mouth.
Jisung fumed “That’s IT, YOU’RE ALL SO DEAD”
Jisung rushed at Chan (which looked like that of a drenched rabid squirrel)- with the bucket in hand ready to attack three regretful boys in their pyjamas.
Chan screamed, burrowing under an astoundingly-still-sleeping Felix’s bedsheets
“FUCK IM TOO YOUNG”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUNG?!? YOU PENSIONER?!?!” Jisung shrieked, attacking the wailing lump with the bucket animalistically, while Seungmin and Hyunjin watched in mute horror.
Chan shook Felix’s legs from beneath the cover in a final attempt for his life.
“FELIX WAKE THE FUCK UP, IM BEING ASSAULTED!”
Felix stirred from his beauty sleep, and his eyes fluttered open, focusing on Jisung violently beating a screaming lump in his bed.
“Holy shi-“
“FELIX! PLEASE, SAVE CHAN, JISUNG IS GONNA TURN HIS RIBCAGE INTO A XYLOPHONE!!” Seungmin pleaded tearfully, huddled beside Hyunjin in the corner.
Felix nodded; he was going to go into battle with pride.
“FOR NARNIA!!” he howled.
Felix jumped onto Jisungs back, clawing at the bucket in his grasp.
“LET GO”
Jisung roared, violently flinging himself around like a rag doll in attempts to get Felix off. Felix screamed in regret- barely holding onto the barbaric man.
Jisung held the bucket far away from him, trying to make sure Felix wouldn’t be able to reach it.
The pair screeched, shaking, and clawing at one another mercilessly.
In all the chaos, Jisung had stopped attacking Chan, which gave him an opening to scramble out from beneath the cover and swoop in to help Felix.
“JUST GIVE US THE BUCKET DAMN SQUIRREL!!” Chan screeched.
The trio fought savagely, scratching, and biting one another for the possession of the bucket. Chan had finally managed to grasp the handle, but Jisung wasn’t having that shit apparently- because he then yanked it violently out of Chans grasp.
But- little to his knowledge, he had pulled it too hard, because the bucket then went flying out of his grasp-
…And straight towards an in deep-sleep, Minho’s face.
The world went in slow motion- The bucket flew gracefully mid-air, Felix squeezed his eyes shut, and Chan began screaming “NOOO-“ in a deep, slow voice.
Jisung’s stomach turned. Fuck… there is no god is there? All of this was for nothing. He was gonna die today; He just knew it. Why did he waste so much time playing video games? He didn’t even get to tell his family he loved them one final time-
*CLUNK*
“CUNT, OW-“
Minho groaned sitting up, clutching his face painfully.
Everyone in the room was frozen. Oh god they were so dead…
“What the fuck are you idiots doing?”
Minho glared daggers at everyone in the room. The tension was so thick, it could beat Changbin in a twerk-off, Jisung would say.
“And why is Jisung wet?”
The entire group stayed silent, looking between one another in shared dread.
That was- until Hyunjin piped up from his spot huddled beside Seungmin.
“…Jisung was thirsty”