Tonight - Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Changmin had lost, again. This time, though, he had to ask Yunho what happened in the bathroom with Jaejoong. Sure…that’d be easy. Piece of cake. NOT.
He’d been awake when they had finally slunk out of the bathroom, whispering and giggling like two girls on a sugar high. Even in the darkness of their shared bedroom, Changmin had seen them pawing at each other as they snuggled into Jaejoong’s bed-together! Then they’d giggled some more and there were a few sounds that Changmin was sure he wasn’t supposed to hear, but he’d heard them anyway and unless he was totally crazy, he could easily say that the infamous “fanservice” YunJae had suddenly become a reality.
So why was it so hard to approach Yunho the next day? Changmin felt nervous as he watched their leader struggle with a Japanese magazine interview. He knew the hit it took on Yunho’s confidence to have to use a translator, but he’d always take the hit so the rest of them wouldn’t have to.
And while Yunho was stressed to the hilt, Jaejoong floated around with big, happy moonie eyes. Changmin wished he could ask Jaejoong instead, but the punishment was to ask Yunho, so he sucked in a deep breath and ambled up to their leader when they had a break for lunch.
“Yunho-hyung,” Changmin said, already giving himself away with the affectionate use of hyung.
Yunho turned away from the vending machine where he was deciding what would be for lunch. “Oh, hi Changmin. What’s up?” he said, looking over-tired, yet oddly peaceful.
“So I lost last night while you and Jaejoong were, uh, you know…anyway,” Changmin said, his face heating up in embarrassment. He figured he’d just go with the truth and hope Yunho understood. “I have to ask you something…because I lost.”
It was risky asking outside of the safety of their dorm room, but it was the best he could do for now.
“Oh, uh…” Yunho laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. “Okay. What do you have to ask?”
Changmin cocked one eyebrow up and stared at his hyung. Like seriously, could he not figure it out? Yunho was smart, but not the sharpest tack in the Dong Bang Shin Ki toolbox.
Knowing the dangers of being overheard, Changmin leaned over and whispered in Yunho’s ear. “What did you do with Jaejoong in the bathroom?”
Yunho leaned away, pretending to laugh, but Changmin knew him too well-he was freaking out over the question. “We just hung out, talked…uh…you know…I don’t know, why?”
Bingo! An evasive answer meant something had indeed happened. “It’s funny because when I woke up this morning you were in your bed, but I happen to know that when you went to sleep last night you were in-“ Yunho’s hand reached out and covered Changmin’s mouth.
“Are you crazy!?” Yunho hissed in his ear, more out of panic than anger. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”
“Pwamuss?” Changmin said, muffled behind Yunho’s hand.
“Yes, I promise,” Yunho said. He dropped his hand and turned back to the vending machine, his actions flustered and erratic. He poked a few buttons and some sort of yogurt cereal bar fell to its doom before he swore under his breath that he had really wanted M&Ms.
It wasn’t until their day was over, dinner was finished and they had said goodbye to their manager that Changmin had another chance to corner Yunho. Junsu and Jaejoong had run down to the convenient store to grab some snacks and Yoochun was taking his standard extra-long shower so Changmin put his Japanese vocabulary book down and went to it.
“So, now are you going to tell me what happened?” Changmin asked, smirking as Yunho’s shoulders went rigid while he was folding clothes.
“Min, I shouldn’t,” Yunho said, sitting down on the end of his bed across from where Changmin sat. He seemed stressed out, but even still, he couldn’t hide the smile that was creeping up.
“You should. And you promised. Otherwise I’ll have to tell Yoochun and Junsu that you and Jaejoong were making these weird slurping noises in the bed and since I don’t know exactly what happened, I can only assume that means the worst which means you were on him like a kid on a lollipop,” Changmin said, impressed with his choice of words. He wouldn’t want to upset the other members with his intelligence, but let’s face it, he was the sharpest tack in the Dong Bang Shin Ki toolbox.
Yunho’s mouth dropped open. “Changmin!”
The youngest shrugged. “What? Slurping means kissing or sucking and since you won’t tell me the truth then my poor hormonal adolescent brain must jump to conclusions.” This was turning out to be a fun punishment now that he had Yunho at his mercy.
The leader’s eye twitched. “There was no sucking of anything. We may have kissed a little. Satisfied?”
Changmin sat up in shock. Ohmigod! Yunho had totally admitted it! “Did you like it? Wait, are you dating now? No wait!” Changmin was tripping over himself to get all his questions out. “Is he a good kisser?”
That wasn’t the question that Changmin wanted to ask out loud for fear of seeming too interested in the details, but in all honesty, he’d wondered if Jaejoong was just as hot to make out with as he was to look at.
Yunho’s face lit up with the biggest smile Changmin had ever seen on the leader and figured that was answer enough. “What do you think?”
Changmin nearly fell off the bed in excitement. “I want details!” he squealed like a one of their fangirls.
Yunho laughed and shook his head. “No, no, no. I’m not going to risk saying the wrong thing and ruining it with Jaejoong so early in the relation-uh-re-oh crap.”
“You ARE DATING!!” Changmin jumped up in pure excitement, running in place as he smiled. This was the juiciest, most gossipy piece of news he’d ever heard and he couldn’t control his own over-excited response.
“Who is dating?” Yoochun said, strutting into the small bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Changmin! Don’t you dare-“ Yunho leapt at him, but the youngest was quick on his feet and already circling Yoochun in overflowing glee.
“Yunho and Jaejoong! Dating!” It was all he could get out before running around the room, trying to shake off his adrenaline rush.
It took a few seconds before Yoochun reacted, but when he did, he started jumping up and down with Changmin, squealing and laughing like a crazy lunatic, all at Yunho’s expense.
“I knew you liked each other!” Yoochun exclaimed, rushing to sit next to Yunho on the bed.
“Wait! We barely said we like each other. I don’t know what’s going on, but we might be dating…maybe. We haven’t talked about it so don’t open your big mouths and ruin it for me when he comes back. Please.” Yunho begged with his puppy dog eyes that were reserved only for the other members and the occasional television show when he needed to look cute.
Having burned off most of the excess excitement, Changmin settled down on the other side of Yunho. “Ohmigod! We have to tell Su,” he said, his mind already racing YunJae down the aisle, to the altar and through the fictional male pregnancy maternity ward. “YunJae babies…” he said wistfully, imagining a healthy cherub bouncing on Yunho’s knee…and one pissed off, stretch-marked Jaejoong with bags under his eyes and a luke-warm baby bottle in his hand.
“Hold up!” Yunho was rubbing his forehead. “Let me talk to Jaejoong before we tell Junsu.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “You have to tell him otherwise he’ll be the only one in the group that doesn’t know.”
“True, but Jaejoong doesn’t know that you guys know yet, so let’s just get through tonight and I’ll talk to him and we can all sit down and discuss it tomorrow night,” Yunho said. “I’m happy and all, but we have to be smart about this because of the group. So give me some time. Please.”
Drat. Yunho had a point. YunJae being real could be a potential threat to the group’s success. “Okay, we can give you some time, but in exchange, we’ll be needing all the dirty details,” Changmin said, unable to get the image of a very pregnant Jaejoong waddling around out of his head.
“Oooh, details. Do spill,” Yoochun said, helping him gang up on Yunho.
Yunho sighed. “What do you want to know you big perverts?”
“Did you guys kiss?” Yoochun asked, throwing an arm around Yunho’s shoulders to buddy up to him.
“Yes,” Yunho said, looking defeated, but rather happy about it.
Changmin grew impatient. “We’re past that. What else did you do? I heard you guys giggling when you came out.”
“Did you jack him off?” Yoochun asked rather bluntly and Yunho’s eyes shot open.
“N-n-no!” Yunho looked horrified, but it was obvious he was lying. He was definitely not good at keeping his cool under pressure from them, how odd that he could keep a straight face in public but buckled in private.
“Hey, it’s no big deal. I jacked Junsu off the other night,” Yoochun said.
Yunho’s face had a look of shock on it that Changmin was sure matched his own. Yoochun smirked, apparently amused with himself to garner such a reaction from the leader and the baby.
“We’re back,” Junsu called out from the entry way as he and Jaejoong came through the front door in a loud ruckus of shoes hitting the floor and bags rustling around.
“But uh…we can finish that up later,” Yoochun said, winking at Changmin and Yunho before standing up and grabbing a pair of boxers. He dropped his towel just as Junsu came around the corner and made a big show out of slipping into his underwear.
“Why are you always naked?” Junsu complained and Changmin had to bite his lower lip so not to laugh. “Nobody wants to see your scrawny ass all the time.”
Yoochun licked his lips and slowly pulled a t-shirt over his head. “Not everyone can have a great ass like you do, so let the rest of us be,” Yoochun said, snapping his towel at Junsu’s butt as he walked by on his way back to the bathroom.
Changmin couldn’t hold it in any longer. He really tried to stop himself from laughing, but only wound up choking himself and blowing air out of his nose. He glanced over at Yunho and was surprised at how tight the leader’s lips were pressed together. It seemed he wasn’t the only one trying to hold it together.
Who would have thought Yoochun would say something like that? Even more so, who would have thought he would have done something like that?
“What’s with him?” Junsu directed his question to Yunho and Changmin as Jaejoong emptied the shopping bags in their tiny kitchenette.
Neither of them answered, both afraid to open their mouths in case the laughter erupted against their will.
Junsu stared at them. “Okay…better yet, what’s with you two?”
“Nothing,” Yunho croaked out, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. He let out a loud whooping sigh and smiled. “Nothing at all.” He walked past Junsu and made his way over to Jaejoong.
“What did you get at the store?” Changmin asked, hoping Junsu would take the bait and change the subject.
Junsu’s eyes sparkled. “We got more instant ramen, but we also got some cute little marshmallow thingies with fruit filling. At least, I think that’s what they are. We couldn’t read the label but the little picture on front looks good.”
Phew, Junsu was already onto something else, but sugar after 7:00pm, no way! “That’s great…” Changmin said, already devising a plan on how to keep Junsu from eating the sugar. How could Jaejoong let him buy that? They had pinky swore that Junsu couldn’t have sugar. Maybe Jaejoong’s head was that far lost in the clouds that he just didn’t notice or care.
“We ready to get tonight’s game started?” Yoochun asked, blowing his nose as he came out of the bathroom. He dropped the used tissue into the trash can and sat down in his place on the floor.
“I’m ready,” Changmin said, following suit and sitting as well. Junsu was close behind him so Changmin sat closer to Yoochun than usual so Junsu had to squeeze in between them.
“Could you move over Min?” Junsu asked, his legs bumping into Yoochun’s as he tried to sit cross-legged.
“Huh? Oh, sure,” Changmin said, pretending to move but really he only slid away then slid back, boxing Junsu in even more.
“Min…” Junsu started to whine but Jaejoong and Yunho saved the day by plopping down in the circle with the magic game hat.
“I get to pick the game, right?” Jaejoong smiled and reached for the hat.
“Well, Changmin lost last night while you were in the bathroom, so…” Junsu said.
“Go ahead and pick. I don’t care,” Changmin said, giving Jaejoong the honor.
The eldest reached into the hat and pulled out a piece of folded paper. “Okay…tonight’s game is…”-his lips turned up into a smile-“the King game. Oh goodie, this one is mine. I already have the chopsticks ready and everything,” Jaejoong said, getting up and going back into the kitchenette.
“Oooh, good choice,” Yunho said, his eyes following Jaejoong’s every move and his tongue darting out to wet his lips subconsciously when his possibly-new boyfriend bent over to rummage through the kitchen drawer.
Changmin stifled a laugh and glanced over, meeting Yoochun’s equally amused eyes. Oh this was going to be a very fun night indeed.
“Yeah, definitely a good choice,” Junsu said, unaware of the mischievous intent brewing between YooMin now that they knew about YunJae. “But how do we determine a loser?”
Jaejoong hurried back to the circle and sat down. “Oh, well, I suppose whoever refuses to do what they’re told to do forfeits and becomes the loser.”
“So there can be two losers then?” Yunho asked out loud, though it was obvious he was just talking to figure it out in his own head. “Yeah, okay. So we’ll play until someone refuses to do what the King says.”
“I say we make it a team event, so if one person of the two says they refuse, both players get the punishment. That way if one wants to back out, the other will be more likely to pressure them into doing whatever it is anyway,” Yoochun said, grinning ear to ear.
“Well that makes it more interesting, sounds good to me,” Jaejoong said, positioning the marked chopsticks in his hand. “Any other rules before we start?”
“Same rules as always, nothing goes outside the room, so no phone calls or anything,” Yunho said in his usual leader tone. “And no repeats of dares.”
“I’m ready,” Junsu said, obviously not having any rules to add.
“Yeah, let’s start,” Yoochun said and they all reached for the chopsticks protruding from Jaejoong’s hand.
Changmin snatched one and quickly covered the tip with the marking so no one would see. If he had the one marked with a K, then he’d be the King, otherwise he’d have a number between one and four. He stole a quick glance at the marking and smiled when he saw the K.
“I’m King!” Changmin said, gloating that he’d be the first to dish out the fun. He really couldn’t go wrong because he’d either get to see YunJae or YooSu action or he’d get to see YunJae or YooSu jealousy.
Well, no use in starting out tame. Might as well go for the gold! “Okay, I say number 2 has to give number 4 a lap dance for two minutes.” He smiled, pleased with himself, especially when Yoochun started laughing and tossed out his chopstick with the number 2 on it.
“So, who is the lucky boy that gets some of this?” Yoochun said, pointing to his crotch with both hands.
Jaejoong covered his mouth, laughing cutely behind his hand and Yunho looked at him, worried and flustered. But it was Junsu’s bright red face that gave away who the other participant was. He slowly held out his chopstick with the number 4 on it and hung his head down.
“Me…” Junsu squeaked and Changmin knew he’d made a good choice indeed.
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A/N: Ahahahaha, poor Junsu is going to get a lap dance from Yoochun...I can't wait to write it. On that note, it will be at least a few days since I have plans this weekend, but my muse is back, so hopefully I can finish this up in a few chapters and start on something new. Thanks for all the wonderful comments (^-^)v
Changmin had lost, again. This time, though, he had to ask Yunho what happened in the bathroom with Jaejoong. Sure…that’d be easy. Piece of cake. NOT.
He’d been awake when they had finally slunk out of the bathroom, whispering and giggling like two girls on a sugar high. Even in the darkness of their shared bedroom, Changmin had seen them pawing at each other as they snuggled into Jaejoong’s bed-together! Then they’d giggled some more and there were a few sounds that Changmin was sure he wasn’t supposed to hear, but he’d heard them anyway and unless he was totally crazy, he could easily say that the infamous “fanservice” YunJae had suddenly become a reality.
So why was it so hard to approach Yunho the next day? Changmin felt nervous as he watched their leader struggle with a Japanese magazine interview. He knew the hit it took on Yunho’s confidence to have to use a translator, but he’d always take the hit so the rest of them wouldn’t have to.
And while Yunho was stressed to the hilt, Jaejoong floated around with big, happy moonie eyes. Changmin wished he could ask Jaejoong instead, but the punishment was to ask Yunho, so he sucked in a deep breath and ambled up to their leader when they had a break for lunch.
“Yunho-hyung,” Changmin said, already giving himself away with the affectionate use of hyung.
Yunho turned away from the vending machine where he was deciding what would be for lunch. “Oh, hi Changmin. What’s up?” he said, looking over-tired, yet oddly peaceful.
“So I lost last night while you and Jaejoong were, uh, you know…anyway,” Changmin said, his face heating up in embarrassment. He figured he’d just go with the truth and hope Yunho understood. “I have to ask you something…because I lost.”
It was risky asking outside of the safety of their dorm room, but it was the best he could do for now.
“Oh, uh…” Yunho laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. “Okay. What do you have to ask?”
Changmin cocked one eyebrow up and stared at his hyung. Like seriously, could he not figure it out? Yunho was smart, but not the sharpest tack in the Dong Bang Shin Ki toolbox.
Knowing the dangers of being overheard, Changmin leaned over and whispered in Yunho’s ear. “What did you do with Jaejoong in the bathroom?”
Yunho leaned away, pretending to laugh, but Changmin knew him too well-he was freaking out over the question. “We just hung out, talked…uh…you know…I don’t know, why?”
Bingo! An evasive answer meant something had indeed happened. “It’s funny because when I woke up this morning you were in your bed, but I happen to know that when you went to sleep last night you were in-“ Yunho’s hand reached out and covered Changmin’s mouth.
“Are you crazy!?” Yunho hissed in his ear, more out of panic than anger. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”
“Pwamuss?” Changmin said, muffled behind Yunho’s hand.
“Yes, I promise,” Yunho said. He dropped his hand and turned back to the vending machine, his actions flustered and erratic. He poked a few buttons and some sort of yogurt cereal bar fell to its doom before he swore under his breath that he had really wanted M&Ms.
It wasn’t until their day was over, dinner was finished and they had said goodbye to their manager that Changmin had another chance to corner Yunho. Junsu and Jaejoong had run down to the convenient store to grab some snacks and Yoochun was taking his standard extra-long shower so Changmin put his Japanese vocabulary book down and went to it.
“So, now are you going to tell me what happened?” Changmin asked, smirking as Yunho’s shoulders went rigid while he was folding clothes.
“Min, I shouldn’t,” Yunho said, sitting down on the end of his bed across from where Changmin sat. He seemed stressed out, but even still, he couldn’t hide the smile that was creeping up.
“You should. And you promised. Otherwise I’ll have to tell Yoochun and Junsu that you and Jaejoong were making these weird slurping noises in the bed and since I don’t know exactly what happened, I can only assume that means the worst which means you were on him like a kid on a lollipop,” Changmin said, impressed with his choice of words. He wouldn’t want to upset the other members with his intelligence, but let’s face it, he was the sharpest tack in the Dong Bang Shin Ki toolbox.
Yunho’s mouth dropped open. “Changmin!”
The youngest shrugged. “What? Slurping means kissing or sucking and since you won’t tell me the truth then my poor hormonal adolescent brain must jump to conclusions.” This was turning out to be a fun punishment now that he had Yunho at his mercy.
The leader’s eye twitched. “There was no sucking of anything. We may have kissed a little. Satisfied?”
Changmin sat up in shock. Ohmigod! Yunho had totally admitted it! “Did you like it? Wait, are you dating now? No wait!” Changmin was tripping over himself to get all his questions out. “Is he a good kisser?”
That wasn’t the question that Changmin wanted to ask out loud for fear of seeming too interested in the details, but in all honesty, he’d wondered if Jaejoong was just as hot to make out with as he was to look at.
Yunho’s face lit up with the biggest smile Changmin had ever seen on the leader and figured that was answer enough. “What do you think?”
Changmin nearly fell off the bed in excitement. “I want details!” he squealed like a one of their fangirls.
Yunho laughed and shook his head. “No, no, no. I’m not going to risk saying the wrong thing and ruining it with Jaejoong so early in the relation-uh-re-oh crap.”
“You ARE DATING!!” Changmin jumped up in pure excitement, running in place as he smiled. This was the juiciest, most gossipy piece of news he’d ever heard and he couldn’t control his own over-excited response.
“Who is dating?” Yoochun said, strutting into the small bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Changmin! Don’t you dare-“ Yunho leapt at him, but the youngest was quick on his feet and already circling Yoochun in overflowing glee.
“Yunho and Jaejoong! Dating!” It was all he could get out before running around the room, trying to shake off his adrenaline rush.
It took a few seconds before Yoochun reacted, but when he did, he started jumping up and down with Changmin, squealing and laughing like a crazy lunatic, all at Yunho’s expense.
“I knew you liked each other!” Yoochun exclaimed, rushing to sit next to Yunho on the bed.
“Wait! We barely said we like each other. I don’t know what’s going on, but we might be dating…maybe. We haven’t talked about it so don’t open your big mouths and ruin it for me when he comes back. Please.” Yunho begged with his puppy dog eyes that were reserved only for the other members and the occasional television show when he needed to look cute.
Having burned off most of the excess excitement, Changmin settled down on the other side of Yunho. “Ohmigod! We have to tell Su,” he said, his mind already racing YunJae down the aisle, to the altar and through the fictional male pregnancy maternity ward. “YunJae babies…” he said wistfully, imagining a healthy cherub bouncing on Yunho’s knee…and one pissed off, stretch-marked Jaejoong with bags under his eyes and a luke-warm baby bottle in his hand.
“Hold up!” Yunho was rubbing his forehead. “Let me talk to Jaejoong before we tell Junsu.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “You have to tell him otherwise he’ll be the only one in the group that doesn’t know.”
“True, but Jaejoong doesn’t know that you guys know yet, so let’s just get through tonight and I’ll talk to him and we can all sit down and discuss it tomorrow night,” Yunho said. “I’m happy and all, but we have to be smart about this because of the group. So give me some time. Please.”
Drat. Yunho had a point. YunJae being real could be a potential threat to the group’s success. “Okay, we can give you some time, but in exchange, we’ll be needing all the dirty details,” Changmin said, unable to get the image of a very pregnant Jaejoong waddling around out of his head.
“Oooh, details. Do spill,” Yoochun said, helping him gang up on Yunho.
Yunho sighed. “What do you want to know you big perverts?”
“Did you guys kiss?” Yoochun asked, throwing an arm around Yunho’s shoulders to buddy up to him.
“Yes,” Yunho said, looking defeated, but rather happy about it.
Changmin grew impatient. “We’re past that. What else did you do? I heard you guys giggling when you came out.”
“Did you jack him off?” Yoochun asked rather bluntly and Yunho’s eyes shot open.
“N-n-no!” Yunho looked horrified, but it was obvious he was lying. He was definitely not good at keeping his cool under pressure from them, how odd that he could keep a straight face in public but buckled in private.
“Hey, it’s no big deal. I jacked Junsu off the other night,” Yoochun said.
Yunho’s face had a look of shock on it that Changmin was sure matched his own. Yoochun smirked, apparently amused with himself to garner such a reaction from the leader and the baby.
“We’re back,” Junsu called out from the entry way as he and Jaejoong came through the front door in a loud ruckus of shoes hitting the floor and bags rustling around.
“But uh…we can finish that up later,” Yoochun said, winking at Changmin and Yunho before standing up and grabbing a pair of boxers. He dropped his towel just as Junsu came around the corner and made a big show out of slipping into his underwear.
“Why are you always naked?” Junsu complained and Changmin had to bite his lower lip so not to laugh. “Nobody wants to see your scrawny ass all the time.”
Yoochun licked his lips and slowly pulled a t-shirt over his head. “Not everyone can have a great ass like you do, so let the rest of us be,” Yoochun said, snapping his towel at Junsu’s butt as he walked by on his way back to the bathroom.
Changmin couldn’t hold it in any longer. He really tried to stop himself from laughing, but only wound up choking himself and blowing air out of his nose. He glanced over at Yunho and was surprised at how tight the leader’s lips were pressed together. It seemed he wasn’t the only one trying to hold it together.
Who would have thought Yoochun would say something like that? Even more so, who would have thought he would have done something like that?
“What’s with him?” Junsu directed his question to Yunho and Changmin as Jaejoong emptied the shopping bags in their tiny kitchenette.
Neither of them answered, both afraid to open their mouths in case the laughter erupted against their will.
Junsu stared at them. “Okay…better yet, what’s with you two?”
“Nothing,” Yunho croaked out, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. He let out a loud whooping sigh and smiled. “Nothing at all.” He walked past Junsu and made his way over to Jaejoong.
“What did you get at the store?” Changmin asked, hoping Junsu would take the bait and change the subject.
Junsu’s eyes sparkled. “We got more instant ramen, but we also got some cute little marshmallow thingies with fruit filling. At least, I think that’s what they are. We couldn’t read the label but the little picture on front looks good.”
Phew, Junsu was already onto something else, but sugar after 7:00pm, no way! “That’s great…” Changmin said, already devising a plan on how to keep Junsu from eating the sugar. How could Jaejoong let him buy that? They had pinky swore that Junsu couldn’t have sugar. Maybe Jaejoong’s head was that far lost in the clouds that he just didn’t notice or care.
“We ready to get tonight’s game started?” Yoochun asked, blowing his nose as he came out of the bathroom. He dropped the used tissue into the trash can and sat down in his place on the floor.
“I’m ready,” Changmin said, following suit and sitting as well. Junsu was close behind him so Changmin sat closer to Yoochun than usual so Junsu had to squeeze in between them.
“Could you move over Min?” Junsu asked, his legs bumping into Yoochun’s as he tried to sit cross-legged.
“Huh? Oh, sure,” Changmin said, pretending to move but really he only slid away then slid back, boxing Junsu in even more.
“Min…” Junsu started to whine but Jaejoong and Yunho saved the day by plopping down in the circle with the magic game hat.
“I get to pick the game, right?” Jaejoong smiled and reached for the hat.
“Well, Changmin lost last night while you were in the bathroom, so…” Junsu said.
“Go ahead and pick. I don’t care,” Changmin said, giving Jaejoong the honor.
The eldest reached into the hat and pulled out a piece of folded paper. “Okay…tonight’s game is…”-his lips turned up into a smile-“the King game. Oh goodie, this one is mine. I already have the chopsticks ready and everything,” Jaejoong said, getting up and going back into the kitchenette.
“Oooh, good choice,” Yunho said, his eyes following Jaejoong’s every move and his tongue darting out to wet his lips subconsciously when his possibly-new boyfriend bent over to rummage through the kitchen drawer.
Changmin stifled a laugh and glanced over, meeting Yoochun’s equally amused eyes. Oh this was going to be a very fun night indeed.
“Yeah, definitely a good choice,” Junsu said, unaware of the mischievous intent brewing between YooMin now that they knew about YunJae. “But how do we determine a loser?”
Jaejoong hurried back to the circle and sat down. “Oh, well, I suppose whoever refuses to do what they’re told to do forfeits and becomes the loser.”
“So there can be two losers then?” Yunho asked out loud, though it was obvious he was just talking to figure it out in his own head. “Yeah, okay. So we’ll play until someone refuses to do what the King says.”
“I say we make it a team event, so if one person of the two says they refuse, both players get the punishment. That way if one wants to back out, the other will be more likely to pressure them into doing whatever it is anyway,” Yoochun said, grinning ear to ear.
“Well that makes it more interesting, sounds good to me,” Jaejoong said, positioning the marked chopsticks in his hand. “Any other rules before we start?”
“Same rules as always, nothing goes outside the room, so no phone calls or anything,” Yunho said in his usual leader tone. “And no repeats of dares.”
“I’m ready,” Junsu said, obviously not having any rules to add.
“Yeah, let’s start,” Yoochun said and they all reached for the chopsticks protruding from Jaejoong’s hand.
Changmin snatched one and quickly covered the tip with the marking so no one would see. If he had the one marked with a K, then he’d be the King, otherwise he’d have a number between one and four. He stole a quick glance at the marking and smiled when he saw the K.
“I’m King!” Changmin said, gloating that he’d be the first to dish out the fun. He really couldn’t go wrong because he’d either get to see YunJae or YooSu action or he’d get to see YunJae or YooSu jealousy.
Well, no use in starting out tame. Might as well go for the gold! “Okay, I say number 2 has to give number 4 a lap dance for two minutes.” He smiled, pleased with himself, especially when Yoochun started laughing and tossed out his chopstick with the number 2 on it.
“So, who is the lucky boy that gets some of this?” Yoochun said, pointing to his crotch with both hands.
Jaejoong covered his mouth, laughing cutely behind his hand and Yunho looked at him, worried and flustered. But it was Junsu’s bright red face that gave away who the other participant was. He slowly held out his chopstick with the number 4 on it and hung his head down.
“Me…” Junsu squeaked and Changmin knew he’d made a good choice indeed.
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A/N: Ahahahaha, poor Junsu is going to get a lap dance from Yoochun...I can't wait to write it. On that note, it will be at least a few days since I have plans this weekend, but my muse is back, so hopefully I can finish this up in a few chapters and start on something new. Thanks for all the wonderful comments (^-^)v