AGAIN AND AGAIN: drabbles
because i am a queen [Because I Am A Queen _ India Arie]
“Do you really need to straighten your hair when it's already straight?” Wooyoung asks Junsu's reflection in the mirror.
It could be nonchalant and friendly, slightly ironic but playful. Only he's been waiting at the bathroom door for ages, those are the drawbacks to sleeping in the living room, you have to use the common showers, while Nichkhun, that self-centered brat, has a cubicle *and* a mirror *and* a toilet seat for him alone. Chansung says he prefers the convivial atmosphere of showering with your hyungs. Wooyoung likes it too. Except when there's Junsu and his useless hair products.
“I'm pretty sure this strand was as straight as Jaebum-hyung, you know,” he goes on, casual. Junsu combs his fringe, checks the result, gives another stroke of iron.
“Well, as straight as Jaebum without Jokwon around, I'll give you that,” Wooyoung continues. “Junsu, I'm talking to you.”
Junsu hums back, sprays conditioner or something, brushes carefully one of his bangs.
“Really, what do you need that thing for? Your hair looks exactly the same.”
“No it doesn't,” Junsu finally mumbles back, neatly arranging the tips in front of his eyes.
“It does,” Wooyoung counters. “I'm telling you it does. Why do you keep spending so much time on something that's already perfect?”
Junsu finally turns and smiles his sweetest smile (the one he uses for little girls and old ladies). “Because you love to rant, Wooyoungie. And you love to rant because then you can say my hair is perfect.”
the taste of her cherry chap-stick [I Kissed A Girl _ Kate Perry ]
“Chansung,” Junsu says, eyes bored. “I hope you know this way of eating cherries is very gross and very disturbing.”
“Bjhut,” he answer around a mouthful of pits, and crimson juice drips down his chin. “It'sch like lipschtickh.”
“Lipschtickh?” Nichkhun repeats.
“Lipstick.” Wooyoung translates.
“Does management have a standard procedure if one of us comes out of the closet, suddenly?” Junho wonders.
“You're allowed to be gay,” Taekyeon tells Chansung. “But no lipstick involved. Please.”
Chansung spits the remains of pits at Taek's face. “And why would I suddenly be gay?” he scoffs. “It's not like any of you triggers a sudden lust after men.”
“Oh, I don't know,” Wooyoung remarks pensively, and Nichkhun giggles.
“Yeah,” Junho adds. “I think Junsu-hyung is pretty.”
Then a weird thing happens.
Chansung starts squirming on his chair, munching on a cherry stem, staring at his nails, and when Taekyeon drops a stunned: “what”, he blushes to the tip of his ears.
Junsu has the tact to pretend he hasn't seen/heard/understood anything, and he hums under his breath while looking out the window. Meanwhile Nichkhun and Wooyoung pull their chairs next to Chansung's and study him with sneaky faces.
Taekyeon dials Minjae's number. What *is* the standard procedure?
Junho pats Junsu's arm. “It could have been worse,” he reasons. “Think of that time when we all thought Seulong-hyung had a crush on Taek-hyung.” Junsu nods and carefully turns around. Chansung, who was already a nice fuchsia, becomes beet-red when their eyes meet. It's actually a bit cute, Junsu thinks. It fits with Chansung's maknae image. And the fact that it makes his own ego jump to the ceiling is pretty good too. Thousands of fangirls would like to be in his place, he realizes with delight. And they won't. Because Chansung has a crush on *him*, Kim Junsu from Daegu. Heh. Without paying attention, he smiles, and Chansung starts hyperventilating, fanning his hands around. Nichkhun shoots Junsu a death glare.
“Oh,” he says, and his voice is weirdly stammering and trembling. “I mean. Huh.”
Wooyoung glares.
“It's fine,” he starts again, and, lamely: “I don't mind.”
From the other end of the room, still on the phone, Taekyeon mimics face-palming.
They leave it at that. Junho drags him out of the kitchen and Nichkhun and Wooyoung feed Chansung cherries until his breathing is back to normal.
It's the most acceptable-as-a-present-for-another-male-bandmate basket of cherries Junsu found. This one doesn't have pink ribbons, which could have been misinterpreted as a cruel joke, or anything too frilly and undignified. So there is no reason to be sweating and wiping his palms on the front of his jeans, before he knocks at the living-room's door, hoping Wooyoung is out (since this is where Chansung sleeps and stuff).
“Hey,” he manages, when Chansung's nose appears in the crack of the door. “I'vegotsomethingforyou.”
“Ah.” Chansung replies.
“Yes. Cherries. Because you, uh, like them. I think. And they suit you. I mean. You look good with...”
Is he coming on Chansung? It sounds like he's coming on Chansung. But Junsu does *not* like men, no, Junsu likes girls and... boobs... and...
He's just flattered by the attention, okay.
At least cherries taste good.