Chapter fic| Somewhere Over the Rainbow (I)
The first thing that Changmin notices when he wakes up is that there is something very, very wrong with the world.
Like the fact that he's wearing a blue checked kilt.
It must be a joke. Has to be.
Then he can kill one of the others for it and restore the order that he loves so much. This plan is waylaid by the fact that there doesn't appear to be anyone else in the room.
He makes a note to do so later.
Sighing, he hauls himself up, yelping when a draft hits his private bits. They could at least have left me underwear! His face heats up while he tries not to think that the others would have had to strip him first to get the monstrosity on him despite his rationalizations that, well, it's not like they've never all been naked together before.
He shakes his head.
It's not like they've never seen each other naked before.
...It doesn't sound much better.
Changmin sighs again as he tries to calm himself- nearly failing when, while thinking about his task, he reminded himself about the silly little naked-embarrassment again- and decides that putting pants on is a rather good idea. He slides out of the room cautiously, head whipping about to and fro to check for signs of the others.
Now which of them was it? Hmm... Junsu? No.. he would help.. maybe tell them to "forget" to give me underwear, but not more... Yunho? No. He would pretend to resist it, but Yunho loves shit like this... Yoochun? Jaejoong. Yes. Them. Good. Settled. I shall kill them when they least expect it.
Satisfied with his conclusions, he walks over to their dressers coolly, not about to let the others see him looking all bothered about wearing a horrendously colored man-skirt. The only living thing that he meets, however, is Mangdong, waving her tail excitedly at him. He's a little suspicious, what with the others being very not in sight and all, and picks her up cautiously, discreetly checking her collar for cameras- not that the others, especially Yunho, would know how to use them.
Once assured that the others have not become tech wizards overnight, he places his puppy in a wonderfully convenient man-purse and hurries over to his dresser.
First drawer- blue-checked kilts. Of course...
Second and third drawers- kilts and white shirts.
Underwear drawer- thongs. He decides to shut that drawer and think of it nevermore.
He deems it a great idea to go and raid the others' dressers for clothing, but finds them sadly full of the very same apparel.
Holy shit they're thorough... I'm starting to think this wasn't them...
Unhappy with the thought that he might have to go outside in the kilt, Changmin swallows his pride.
"Guys? Chun? Yunho? Su? Jae? Anyone?! I'll call you guys 'hyung' if you just come out and give me some normal clothes!!! I'll say please!! Please? Hyung-deul!!!"
Despite his best efforts, none of the others jump out laughing and congratulating each other and apologizing just like he wants. In fact, if anything, an even greater silence hits him, broken only by Mangdong whining at him terribly for attention. He obliges her absently and waits a little longer for the others to come out.
...
...
...
Still nothing.
Changmin lets out a terrible stream of curses learned from Yoochun and daytime television and some that he made up himself. His catharsis leaves him frowny and he's torn between journeying outside to see if he can steal some clothing from the realm of Super Junior or waiting for the others to come back.
The slight, mysterious breeze chilling his sensitive bits decides him.
Still determined to be convinced that his terrible outfit is the others' doing and not the cause of something gone horribly, terribly wrong, Changmin is unsurprised to find that they have left him no shoes while being no less determined to look for a better wardrobe.
He shifts the strap of his man-purse higher on his shoulder purposefully and turns the handle on the apartment door only to have his jaw drop and stomach turn.
"Holy fuck, Mangdong... I don't think we're in Seoul anymore..."
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ERR.. yeah.. I really want to finish this one, so... someone brow beat me into writing it. Please? Like seriously. And give me Coffee... I shall finish it on coffee...
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