“hyungs, what do we need balloons for?” dongwoon asked cluelessly, holding up a questionable piece of plastic between his fingertips.
staring at the maknae, the other beast members suddenly went quiet and stared at the naive boy, hyunseung stopped his dancing, yoseob’s cereal was dripping from his mouth and onto the counter, junhyung spit out his coke, kikwang had dropped his weights onto the floor, making a loud clatter, and doojoon had stopped inflating his soccer ball, the air whistling out.
“uh, are you guys alright? oh god— were these for a surprise party for me, oh my god i swear i’ll act surprised hyungs just tell me will there be cak-“
“dongwoon—” doojoon interrupted, getting up from his place on the floor and putting his hand on the small of dongwoon’s back, guiding him away from the other speechless five, “that’s not a balloon.”
the younger of the two stared at doojoon like he had just told him he was pregnant.
“what is it then?”
“it’s, uh, it’s a—”
“is it a wrapper?”
“yes! yes it’s a wrapper. you put cucumbers in it! like this,” doojoon grabbed a cucumber from his pockets (because he believed everyone should keep a cucumber handy for emergencies such as this one; he would have to remember to tell yoseob ‘i told you so’ later) and grabbed the condom hastily from dongwoon, slipping it on posthaste.
“then,” doojoon’s voice dropped to a mere whisper, “you put the cucumber in something else!” bursting out in a loud guffaw and giving dongwoon’s back a few smacks for good measure before tossing dongwoon the cucumber, leaving the maknae horribly confused.