DBSK Oneshot - "Chef's Special"
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aquabeanTitle: Chef's Special
Author: Rune
Words: 1,236
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ranalore, because this crack just won't stop. Beta'd by karotsamused, and based roughly (okay, more than roughly) on first this and then this.
Summary: It is her job to cook food for people. And then there are those that she feeds.
Always efficient, her kitchen was buzzing with activity already. From the doorway she leveled a well-trained eye over her many chefs and nodded. Everything was well in hand. She could afford her small trip to the main stage.
In the years that she'd worked at the Auditorium she'd cooked for every imaginable kind of person. Movie stars, businessmen, politicians and their lackeys, all had come through these doors and stood upon the stage to speak to their captive audiences. And of course there had been any number of musicians. Most of whom hadn't impressed her in the least.
Today was different however. Her daughter, her youngest son too for that matter, had made her promise to watch the show, at least a little.
"You like them, Mama! You always say that their new radio song is good!"
"I just said that it was good to see some young people taking a real interest in the politics of this world—"
"I've seen you sing along!"
She's smiling, remembering how her daughter had laughed, when she pushes the door at the far side of the stage open. Her smile freezes on her face, a perfect picture of startled amusement, when she focuses on the figures standing under the lights.
A giant ladybug is walking across the stage, staggering under the weight of a very lanky green dragon. Behind him a Dalmatian, a panda and a piglet stand, hanging on each other, watching the proceedings. All of them are laughing.
Throughout, the dragon has continued to flail and he finally lands a winning blow to the ladybug's head, sending his goggles flying.
"Oi!" The ladybug goes down, laughing loud and hard, collapsing dramatically under the dragon's weight.
She laughs quietly to herself as the panda throws himself into the fray, at first seemingly on the ladybug's side as he pulls the giggling dragon away. It's an alliance that isn't to last. The moment the ladybug rolls over to smile up at him, the panda flopping down on top of him, laughing uproariously as the now squished bug begins to flail about.
The horseplay continues, unselfconscious and unrepentantly joyful. It reminds her of her two oldest boys, when they were still young enough to play with each other, their friends.
"Off! Off!" the ladybug's words come out muffled and choked with laughter.
"Nev—"
She doesn't get to hear what else the panda might say. Dragons, for all that this one is thin, almost skinny, are tough little creatures and this one manages to bowl the panda over completely.
"Just a bunch of kids, huh?" The security head's voice is low, less amused than her own might be, but not condemning.
"Are they really so young?" she asks, though the boys seem to answer her question themselves, a yell going up from the ladybug at the indignity of being rolled over by the wresting dragon and panda.
"Your girl is older than all of them."
She blinks and turns to him. "They can't be. She said they'd been on tour for three years now—"
"Yup."
"But they're children—"
"Old enough to work, aren't they?" He eyes her, obviously willing to point out her female sentimentality.
"Of course they are, but—" She cuts herself off with a shake of her head. She's worked here long enough to know what this kind of lifestyle can do to a person. She's seen the way so many of them supplement the meals she provides with women and drugs and too much alcohol.
"Marks for opening light check!" A voice blares out over the auditorium speakers.
Still laughing, the boys clamor to their feet, the Dalmatian shoving and shooing his companions into place. He's smiling harder than any of them even as he punches a grinning piglet in the arm.
Most definitely still children. A second thought makes her smile. Most definitely still boys.
Several hours remain before the show is to start, and she should return to the kitchen she knows. The sheer goofiness of the boys on the stage is impossible to turn away from though, and she finds herself trying to be more comfortable as she stands.
Everything changes a moment later, however, when the panda sneezes.
It's rather like watching a sheepdog herd his flock. One moment there is a pleasantly smiling Dalmatian, the next the panda is being led, quite forcefully, toward the nearest wing of the stage and a chair.
"—just one sneeze!" the panda's protests drift toward her as they move in her direction.
"I don't care! You said you didn't feel good yesterday and now—"
"But—"
"You heard him." The ladybug says, ignoring the panda's betrayed expression.
"Come on," turning to the dragon and piglet bringing up the rear, the panda sounds almost pleading, "tell him I'm fine."
An openly amused headshake and an unimpressed smile is all he gets from the piglet. It's obvious whose side he's on.
From her left she hears the security head's quiet snort, and just catches out of the corner of her eye his turning away, going back to his own duties. It's time for her to do the same, but the boys are nearer and she wants to see them up close, to see if the exuberance she just witnessed is as genuine close up.
"I told you to take that nap." The dragon is offering, his tone oh-so-innocently helpful.
"And I told you I wasn't—"
"Yes you were and you're not going to get a cold we need to find you something warm to drink." A long and breathless stream of words comes from the Dalmatian as he continues to steer the reluctant panda in the direction of the green room.
She waits for them to pass and is more than a little pleased when they each pause in front of her and sketch a small bow.
"Excuse us."
"Pardon me."
"Good afternoon."
"Hi, sorry, excuse me."
"'Scuse me."
Each one smiles, the dragon's widest, brightest, while the Dalmatian is slightly distracted, but all of them are sincere, even the ladybug's slightly goofy one.
"Of course, thank you, good afternoon," she tells them as they pass. The chef in her picks up the barely audible sound of the piglet's stomach grumbling. The mother in her notices the faint shadows under all their eyes and the way that each one looks as though he could well stand to put on a few pounds.
Both mother and chef want nothing more than to sit them all down and feed them, fill them up with good warm food and then make sure they each rest.
It dawns on her that at least one of these things she can actually manage.
She waits for them to leave before following the same route out the door, though she turns at the end of the hall, making her way back to the kitchen.
"How far have you gotten?" She asks her soux chef, the moment she steps through the kitchen's swinging doors.
"The preparations are done for dinner, but we were waiting on you before we did anything with the mushrooms or the chicken."
"You haven't started on the meat at all?"
"No…" He looks for a moment unsure but she only shakes her head.
"Good, good. We're making a change to the menu then."
He frowns at her. "A change?"
"Soup," she tells him, "We're making soup."
Author: Rune
Words: 1,236
Author's Notes: Written for
ranalore, because this crack just won't stop. Beta'd by karotsamused, and based roughly (okay, more than roughly) on first this and then this. Summary: It is her job to cook food for people. And then there are those that she feeds.
Always efficient, her kitchen was buzzing with activity already. From the doorway she leveled a well-trained eye over her many chefs and nodded. Everything was well in hand. She could afford her small trip to the main stage.
In the years that she'd worked at the Auditorium she'd cooked for every imaginable kind of person. Movie stars, businessmen, politicians and their lackeys, all had come through these doors and stood upon the stage to speak to their captive audiences. And of course there had been any number of musicians. Most of whom hadn't impressed her in the least.
Today was different however. Her daughter, her youngest son too for that matter, had made her promise to watch the show, at least a little.
"You like them, Mama! You always say that their new radio song is good!"
"I just said that it was good to see some young people taking a real interest in the politics of this world—"
"I've seen you sing along!"
She's smiling, remembering how her daughter had laughed, when she pushes the door at the far side of the stage open. Her smile freezes on her face, a perfect picture of startled amusement, when she focuses on the figures standing under the lights.
A giant ladybug is walking across the stage, staggering under the weight of a very lanky green dragon. Behind him a Dalmatian, a panda and a piglet stand, hanging on each other, watching the proceedings. All of them are laughing.
Throughout, the dragon has continued to flail and he finally lands a winning blow to the ladybug's head, sending his goggles flying.
"Oi!" The ladybug goes down, laughing loud and hard, collapsing dramatically under the dragon's weight.
She laughs quietly to herself as the panda throws himself into the fray, at first seemingly on the ladybug's side as he pulls the giggling dragon away. It's an alliance that isn't to last. The moment the ladybug rolls over to smile up at him, the panda flopping down on top of him, laughing uproariously as the now squished bug begins to flail about.
The horseplay continues, unselfconscious and unrepentantly joyful. It reminds her of her two oldest boys, when they were still young enough to play with each other, their friends.
"Off! Off!" the ladybug's words come out muffled and choked with laughter.
"Nev—"
She doesn't get to hear what else the panda might say. Dragons, for all that this one is thin, almost skinny, are tough little creatures and this one manages to bowl the panda over completely.
"Just a bunch of kids, huh?" The security head's voice is low, less amused than her own might be, but not condemning.
"Are they really so young?" she asks, though the boys seem to answer her question themselves, a yell going up from the ladybug at the indignity of being rolled over by the wresting dragon and panda.
"Your girl is older than all of them."
She blinks and turns to him. "They can't be. She said they'd been on tour for three years now—"
"Yup."
"But they're children—"
"Old enough to work, aren't they?" He eyes her, obviously willing to point out her female sentimentality.
"Of course they are, but—" She cuts herself off with a shake of her head. She's worked here long enough to know what this kind of lifestyle can do to a person. She's seen the way so many of them supplement the meals she provides with women and drugs and too much alcohol.
"Marks for opening light check!" A voice blares out over the auditorium speakers.
Still laughing, the boys clamor to their feet, the Dalmatian shoving and shooing his companions into place. He's smiling harder than any of them even as he punches a grinning piglet in the arm.
Most definitely still children. A second thought makes her smile. Most definitely still boys.
Several hours remain before the show is to start, and she should return to the kitchen she knows. The sheer goofiness of the boys on the stage is impossible to turn away from though, and she finds herself trying to be more comfortable as she stands.
Everything changes a moment later, however, when the panda sneezes.
It's rather like watching a sheepdog herd his flock. One moment there is a pleasantly smiling Dalmatian, the next the panda is being led, quite forcefully, toward the nearest wing of the stage and a chair.
"—just one sneeze!" the panda's protests drift toward her as they move in her direction.
"I don't care! You said you didn't feel good yesterday and now—"
"But—"
"You heard him." The ladybug says, ignoring the panda's betrayed expression.
"Come on," turning to the dragon and piglet bringing up the rear, the panda sounds almost pleading, "tell him I'm fine."
An openly amused headshake and an unimpressed smile is all he gets from the piglet. It's obvious whose side he's on.
From her left she hears the security head's quiet snort, and just catches out of the corner of her eye his turning away, going back to his own duties. It's time for her to do the same, but the boys are nearer and she wants to see them up close, to see if the exuberance she just witnessed is as genuine close up.
"I told you to take that nap." The dragon is offering, his tone oh-so-innocently helpful.
"And I told you I wasn't—"
"Yes you were and you're not going to get a cold we need to find you something warm to drink." A long and breathless stream of words comes from the Dalmatian as he continues to steer the reluctant panda in the direction of the green room.
She waits for them to pass and is more than a little pleased when they each pause in front of her and sketch a small bow.
"Excuse us."
"Pardon me."
"Good afternoon."
"Hi, sorry, excuse me."
"'Scuse me."
Each one smiles, the dragon's widest, brightest, while the Dalmatian is slightly distracted, but all of them are sincere, even the ladybug's slightly goofy one.
"Of course, thank you, good afternoon," she tells them as they pass. The chef in her picks up the barely audible sound of the piglet's stomach grumbling. The mother in her notices the faint shadows under all their eyes and the way that each one looks as though he could well stand to put on a few pounds.
Both mother and chef want nothing more than to sit them all down and feed them, fill them up with good warm food and then make sure they each rest.
It dawns on her that at least one of these things she can actually manage.
She waits for them to leave before following the same route out the door, though she turns at the end of the hall, making her way back to the kitchen.
"How far have you gotten?" She asks her soux chef, the moment she steps through the kitchen's swinging doors.
"The preparations are done for dinner, but we were waiting on you before we did anything with the mushrooms or the chicken."
"You haven't started on the meat at all?"
"No…" He looks for a moment unsure but she only shakes her head.
"Good, good. We're making a change to the menu then."
He frowns at her. "A change?"
"Soup," she tells him, "We're making soup."
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Date: 2006-11-16 05:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 05:50 am (UTC)*so glad you liked it* ... *WIGGLE!*
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Date: 2006-11-16 05:23 am (UTC)::incoherent::
MY BOYS.
This icon is for you, sugar. YOU.
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Date: 2006-11-16 05:51 am (UTC)Ican'tbelieveIwrotethis.
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Date: 2006-11-16 06:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 06:14 am (UTC)And really, those are some boys who need soup if anyone does. ^___^
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Date: 2006-11-16 06:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 05:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 06:09 am (UTC)puahaha. dalmatian-panda-piggy-dino-ladybug love. and motherly cook to fatten them up!
*takes them home*
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Date: 2006-11-16 06:15 am (UTC)Thank you!
(and I think most of us want to take them home too. Hee.)
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Date: 2006-11-16 06:14 am (UTC)Both mother and chef want nothing more than to sit them all down and feed them, fill them up with good warm food and then make sure they each rest.
It dawns on her that at least one of these things she can actually manage.
<33! That was almost bittersweet. .__.
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Date: 2006-11-16 06:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 06:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 05:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 07:55 am (UTC)And it was so well written, and refreshing too. I can't even remember if I've ever read a fic from someone else's point of view who wasn't a Dong Bang, and you pulled it off with style to spare! And you made them look so cute too!!!!!!!
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Date: 2006-11-17 03:36 am (UTC)And to be honest, I'm not sure I could nail a fic from any of their POVs, but this way, I get to tell a story and cheat, only a little. ^^;;
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Date: 2006-11-17 03:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-17 03:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 08:25 am (UTC)how OLD are these boys? the wiki article doesn't seem to say much...
p.s. it's 'sous-chef' /foodgeek
and that'll teach me to tackle links before I'm awake
Date: 2006-11-16 04:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-17 03:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 02:26 pm (UTC)I thought you were doing some weird furry thing. So I went to look at the links.
*stares at the videos*
*STARES*
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Date: 2006-11-17 03:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-17 03:57 pm (UTC)Not bad.
But can you identify them by voice alone?
Because saying "Okay, one of them is singing, no, that's a different one, nope, they changed again" is quite different from doing it with names.
. . . anddoyouknowwhereicangetmore
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Date: 2006-11-19 09:05 am (UTC)This fic, by the way: pure and unadulterated luv. <3 *dies*
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Date: 2006-11-19 09:17 am (UTC)You want more music vids or just more of the boys in general?
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Date: 2006-11-19 06:25 pm (UTC)*five minutes later*
*weakly* Yes? DAMN.
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Date: 2006-11-19 08:57 pm (UTC)I think Imma have to put together a primer with youtube links. It'll have to wait until Senor is offline, though. Don't want to mess up his ping while he's killing things. *G*
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Date: 2006-11-19 10:54 pm (UTC)*dives for the download anyway* I'm bad at killing things ANYWAY, it probably won't matter.
This is awesome. They are too cute for words! Thank you so much.
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Date: 2006-11-19 11:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-20 02:08 am (UTC)Thank you, very much. I shall have to spend some quality time with those links and keepvid.com!
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Date: 2006-11-20 06:11 am (UTC)You're very welcome! And I'm going to aim to get that primer post up before the end of the month, if at all possible.
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Date: 2006-11-16 02:41 pm (UTC)I might end up needing an icon of them after you folk are done with me. Soooo muuuuch cuuuuuuute...
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Date: 2006-11-17 03:46 am (UTC)I'm in the middle of convincing Rana to make me one of my own. I will be Yoochun and it will say "TAKE HIM HOME AND FEED HIM SOUP".
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Date: 2006-11-17 03:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-17 06:31 am (UTC)Really, they boys are just too adorable all the way around. *G*
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Date: 2006-11-16 03:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-17 03:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-16 04:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-17 03:51 am (UTC)Glad that you enjoyed it! ^^
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Date: 2006-11-18 07:24 am (UTC)i really can't put how i'm feeling about this in words right now so i'll just say:
OMGAWD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I COULD WEEP ;___;
She waits for them to pass and is more than a little pleased when they each pause in front of her and sketch a small bow.
"Excuse us."
"Pardon me."
"Good afternoon."
"Hi, sorry, excuse me."
"'Scuse me."
Each one smiles, the dragon's widest, brightest, while the Dalmatian is slightly distracted, but all of them are sincere, even the ladybug's slightly goofy one.
this part made me SO happy.. it's THEM, i tell you, THEM.
♥!!
<3 tiffo
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Date: 2006-11-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-18 11:13 am (UTC)You portrayed them beautifully
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Date: 2007-07-30 01:25 am (UTC)