what's better than eating popsicles in these days of sunny rays? (Chaotic, no smut)

Part 1 of this story

Third point of view

In such a luxurious place, you would expect billionaires to reside. And technically-
In a way-
That was actually it. Especially if you count spouses sharing wealth otherwise they wouldn't live in such a fancy place.
But it wasn't exactly they 'wanted' to be here.. Nope.
If anything being trapped was the least thing these men were expecting and then came around July before they knew it.
And so...
Inside this mansion were three young men dying from the summer heat. (And partially out of boredom)

The three of them sat comfortably in the lounge, but the heat wasn't something to take lightly as the sweats on their forehead became visible.
Taeui felt himself almost melting into the soft grey couch as he looked over to the other two in a similar state to him before suddenly,
“Popsicle..” escaped his dry throat, much to Taeui's surprise both Taekjoo and Leewon started to glare at him, mentally asking
“WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?”
Almost as if it was a drug as Taeui spoke.

“I don't know.....” He said equally wanted to have one before Taekjoo had his soul retracted into him.

“Good idea! Yeah let's get popsicles!” He said to which Taeui's eye lit up as Leewon squinted his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Sure..Where WILL we get popsicles from?” He said drily.

“Well smartass, how do you think you make a popsicle?” Taekjoo responded nonchalantly while Taeui stared before Leewon spoke logically
“Simple, find a mould, add whatever, fill it with water.. And add a popsicle stick.”

“Exactly!” Said Taekjoo with a grin as Taeui blinked thrice.
“yeah where are we getting a mold and a popsicle stick from?” Leewon felt currently possessed the three brain cells all of them had shared as Taekjoo simply implied 'leave it up-to me' and scurried to the kitchen with Taeui following around as soon Leewon joined in their hunt for something icy, And all of a sudden he had apron on.
“Sorry wait. Why the hell are we wearing aprons?” Leewon couldn't find sense in anything anymore as Taekjoo simply ignored him taking out all he could find in the drawers.

                                                       

Much to his surprise there were a lot of kitchen supplies ranging from spoons to weird looking utensils soon enough though realise sunk in. There were only two people in the kitchen... Taking into fact that there SHOULD DEFINITELY be three...
“WHERE'S THE CHILD?!”
“I DON'T KNOW!!!” both of them panicked as Taeui had simply found out what an AC was. (AC-Air conditioner.)

Soon enough, the three again regrouped into the kitchen to their previously postponed arc of making popsicles.
“Alright now I'll just find a tutorial and watch it on how to make popsicles and be RIGHT BACK. Okay?” the other Koreans nod with only them being left in a kitchen.

“Alright Taeui simply follow me alright?” Taekjoo stated blankly as Taeui returned the energy.

“Wait, why aren't you talking?” Taekjoo suddenly felt curious at the short man as Tay tried to speak.
Which ended up sounding like an old man gasping for air which led Taekjoo to worryingly lend Taeui the hydrating H2O he needed.

With the first 4K HD sip he took he felt the Sahara in his desert turn into Atlantis as he drank the glass with a warmer atmosphere.

Meanwhile Taekjoo had tried to make Popsicle but somehow. Going against science.
Burned boiling water, what was the goal of boiling water? nobody knows... Soon enough as Taeui took a glance back, his throat went back to being sand and dried out trees from the high pitch scream he had put out while Taekjoo tried to put out the fire.

Leewon who had been staring at his screen on his laptop, meanwhile had came across this sight after hearing the most audible yell he had ever to see the sight of the fire.
As soon he grabbed both Taekjoo and Taeui, he took them and ran away from the kitchen...
Soon enough all of them were drenched from the fire alarm which conventionally only rang right after the fire had almost 'OOFED' the poor young men as legend has it their throats are still not quenched.

ANALYSIS: They can't cook for shiit.
CONCLUSION: the tops need to get them a cook.
MORALE: Don't let the ukes into the kitchen.
(Or just feed them yourself <3)

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Thanks for reading~★
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Uploaded at November 18th.