It's Bad For You II
Title: It's bad for you II
Rating: pg-13-15?
Warning: None really, just a lot of fail
Pairings: Ot5, this one is Jaemin
Summary: Changmin feels that his hyungs are treating him too much like a kid and wants to prove to them how much he's not.
Disclaimer: They belong to no one. =D
Author's note: Ahh yeah it's been a long long time since I've updated this story or written a story in general ^^;; The first part, I've stated it was going to be a two-shot, but now it's a five-shot cause...I just write too long. xD Hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Changmin was restless.
Ever since the incident two days ago happened, plans and ideas have been streaming through his head, particularly at night where all his hyungs lay sleeping, or he thought so. Min cringed and decided not to dwell too much on that thought.
The youngest couldn’t help the child in him burst free as he rolled around in his bed, giggling to himself of what’s to come. Luckily he had his own room; otherwise his constant squirming and flailing would’ve annoyed anyone. This rooming arrangement was also decided by the hyungs, declaring “If I can’t sleep with him, NO ONE WITH A DICK CAN.”
Pulling the ruffled blankets up to his chin, he willed his jittery body and giddy excitement away, forcing sleep to take him over. He sighs impatiently, grabbing the long hotdog pillow and wraps his long limbs around it, waiting for morning to come.
However when it does come, his muscles are practically screaming murder when he attempts to get up at this ungodly hour. The numbers looked foreign to him as he stared at the electric clock and wondered why he would ever set his alarm at 6:00 a.m. in the morning.
His ears perked up at the familiar clanking of pots and bowls, and slowly, a smirk forms on his face. “Mission one.” He had an urge to throw on black sunglasses and the black overcoat for the hell of it, but decides against it.
Changmin opens the door to his room, peaking through to see Jaejoong already working in the kitchen. Quickly changing into the garments he left out beforehand, he flipped his soft hair and grabbed unto the doorknob for doing it too hard.
Opening the door, he tiptoed his way toward the working umma, throwing on the sexy look before leaning forward. “Jaejoong-hyung.” He whispered as sultry as he could, his bottom lip grazing against the tip of his ear.
“WAH.” The rolling pin in his hands never looked so dangerous and NOT the reaction he was hoping for. “Whoa! Hyung, it’s me!” The youngest shielded his face with his hand; the length high boots making him lose balance completely.
“Changmin?” Hearing the familiar voice, he reached out and pulled the youngest towards him before he became acquainted with the floor. Changmin couldn’t help but squeak as he fell unto the hard chest, like a damsel in distress. A fucking damsel in distress. Yup, he was definitely manly and grown up and that squeak? Totally not girly and/or shrilly at all.
The oldest let his hands travel from the slim waist to the shoulders in a slow fashion, concern etched into his face if Min were to look up.
“Are you okay Min?”
“Yes Hyu-,”
“Min, Answer me Min!”
“Yes Hyung I’m Fi-,”
“CPR?! IS THAT WHAT YOU NEED?! OH BABY I’M-,”
“YAH!”
There’s no telling what really happened, but all Jaejoong can tell is that he woke up to a frantic Min running back and forth, dragging his broken heel from the boot. The faint click-clack of the heel against the marble floor shoots straight through his head and he feel like he’s been hit by a train or Yoochun’s grand piano when he was that angry. That damn stick, and he still doesn’t know how on earth he lift that piano up. If he had known he was up against that he would’v-
“AHH Jae! You’re awake! How’s your head? Okay? Let me fix that for you!” The piece of block is left clinging on for dear life as Min sprints across the hallway to Jae’s aid. With pins and a couple of tapes later, the platinum blond hair is shrouded under masses of…of, the oldest fingers the loose end unharmed by Min’s ministrations, of TOILET PAPER?
Jaejoong doesn’t mind all that much, especially since Min is still in that rather appealing outfit, which is also quite transparent on some parts (or maybe that’s just the naughty part of his brain that has the ability to “undress” people, particularly the youngest). Not to mention how tight the black outfit is around all that tanned soft muscle that squeaks every time Min shifts his hips or bends over. Oh please bend over!
Even with all that delicious body wrapped in such a sinful fabric, just begging his fingers to reach over and…
“GUH.”
It seems the forces of higher up don’t deem him worthy to touch his own maknae for every reach is like being run over by a bulldozer. The temptation is strong, but the pain is stronger and no matter how hard he tells his hand to keep going, it still ends up clutching his head in pain.
“Ow...owowow…,” Jaejoong moans softly.
“Hyung…Hyung you okay?” Min leans over the armrest and pulls the older man’s shoulder until he’s lying down on the couch, where he remembers waking up.
“Ahh yeah it just hurts a little. I can handle it.” Jaejoong tries to prop himself up with one arm before he starts to see black dots and falls back dramatically toward Min’s already open arms.
“Hyung!” With gentle care, the youngest lowers his injured member towards the softer area of the couch and with his free hand, massages the covered part of the head.
Jaejoong wants to swat the hand away, and show that he’s man enough to handle the pain (even though he still doesn’t know how he ended up in this condition), but under his long nimble fingers, he can only lean back and moan in appreciation.
At hearing the moan, Min almost drops the head in frantic panic, but doesn’t when he sees a content smile spread on the pale face, eyes closed.
“D-Does it feel any better?” Min asks hesitantly.
The other is silent for a while and Min thinks he’s asleep and starts to move away with a sad pout of how much fail his plan was.
“Mmm….don‘t stop.” The older mutters, words slurring slightly and so Min, being the obedient boy -AHEM- man he is, sighs wearily and lets his fingers wander the covered forehead. Since his plan was a bust, might as well just admit defeat and start facing the fact that he’s unable to even be a little grown-up, or at least start out like his original plan. God did it sound so perfect in his head, with a little of this, stripping of that, groping of those. Nothing of his plan went along the lines of nearly killing his member with his two-feet inched-
“Min…What’s this?”
“Hmm?” Min blinks away his thoughts and looks down in question.
“What is this?”
The fingers freezes when he brushes close to the huge bump…or more like the huge indent that is still visible amongst the toilet paper, which is also very very close to where Jae’s fingers are right now. Oh shit…
He must’ve muttered that out loud cause now the other is sitting straight up, eyes open and very much serious and hard, with no traces of comfort or warmth it held a second ago. It only takes another second before the thin paper is shredded into nothing, distorted shapes that tell Min that he’s next.
The youngest watches with growing fear as the paper is unwrapped and Jae is running his fingers through his used-to-be smooth forehead.
“Min.”
“Y-yeah?” Min stutters.
“Give me the mirror.”
“Huh?”
“Give me the mirror.”
Min knows the difference between the tones and rising pitches of a person’s voice box, and if he were to interpret Jaejoong’s right now, let’s just say, it doesn’t promise toys and candy.
His imagination kicks in so badly that he actually thought if he ignored Jaejoong, he’ll just forget and it’ll all be okay again. Of course he doesn’t go through with that idea and reaches under the cushions of the couch to retrieve a small portable mirror, compliments to Jaejoong.
Silence is key, especially in a dangerous situation like this where it deals with Jaejoong and one of his precious things in the world. It can’t be helped, though when Jaejoong lowers the mirror and all Changmin sees is the images of what Jae is going to do to him through his dark orbs.
“Max.” Min whimpers slightly at the use of his stage name. I’m dead…
Min clears his throat of any wimpy sounds and forces a wobbly smile that’s supposed to be innocent. All it takes is a quirk of an eyebrow and the lifting fabric of movement to make Min break down, and hard.
The words come out in a frantic jumble of mess with no periods and it’s quite hard to use those words against him if he doesn’t understand a thing.
“I swear that I didn’t mean to…it was the heel…it flew…oh gods, it flew! And your head! The heel…your head! I swear I-,”
Jaejoong jerked slightly in slight shock and gripped the youngest shoulders to try to stop the word vomit spewing out.
“Changmin.”
“I swear I didn’t mean to…it came…try to stop it…oh my god you went down, you went down!”
“MIN.”
“I didn’t do it I sw-,”
“MIN!”
Changmin finally stops on his mini confession and stares down with wide eyes after being thoroughly shaken by Jaejoong’s hands.
The youngest releases the held in air kept in his lungs, and pants lightly from the rush of words. There’s a pink tinge across his cheek from the exertion, not from embarrassment, noo of course not and whatever feelings he may be having aren’t directed at his elder.
“Min…” His name is whispered and Min snaps his head up.
Min can read voices, but Jaejoong’s face is like a mix of codes that are too complicated to decipher. There are too many walls, too many shields with no openings or windows and it’s easy to misinterpret. So when Min sees his member shroud in a shadow casted by his bangs, eyes dark and unreadable, jaws set and tight, it’s really not that hard to assume that he’s pretty angry.
But who can really tell when one is angry or just sexually frustrated when it comes to Jaejoong? There’s no distinct difference, at least to the pair of inexperience eyes. So when Min occasionally slings his arm around those narrow but broad shoulders or rests his hand on the other’s knee, he doesn’t know that when Jae looks at him as he’s doing now, it’s of something entirely different from anger. Far from it.
And Jae is close to using that against Min, especially since the youngest been going on “I’m sorry” nonstop now and the offer of “I’ll make it up to you! Anything I swear!” is sounding pretty appealing.
Still, he has to take into the account that Min is also the youngest; innocent; tall thing that’s just a bit too cute and sexy for his own good. But…a punishment is still in order.
Jaejoong sighs deeply and leans back against the couch with folded arms and closed eyes, stopping Min from his running mouth. There’s a dramatic pause and Min leans closer to the sitting figure and thinks he might’ve fallen asleep again.
“Make breakfast,” he mutters softly.
“Huh?” Changmin bunches up his face in question.
“Make breakfast…,” wrapped in a pink apron with nothing underneath…he finishes in his mind.
“Oh…um. What?”
With one last swipe against his forehead, Jaejoong stood up, pulling Min off the floor with him. Min yelped, but cleared it off with a cough and held his weight against the other from the ache of kneeling too long.
The walk from the living room to the kitchen is only 10-15 feet away, but for Min it seems so much longer due to the broken leftovers of the shoes(shit those were Junsu’s.) and the blood trying to rush back to his legs again. He attempts to walk straight and not someone who’s trying to pass the sobriety test.
When they eventually reach the kitchen, Min plops on the counter seat in relief and kicks off his heels. Jae stares with humor in his eyes and forces the urge to crack a Disney joke down, and clears his throat, stopping the maknae from rubbing his sore feet.
“Wash your hands and get started, the others will wake up soon.”
With a huff, he drags his feet towards the sink and washes thoroughly before he feels something pulled over his head and wrapped around his waist.
“W-whoa hyung. Wha…?”
“Just to add to the fun.” Jaejoong sings and makes a pretty bow before patting softly against the firm bottom.
Min looks down and blanches at the bright pink that hits his eyes and lets a pout appear on his face.
“Hey perk up, you’re lucky that you’re even wearing anything under that apron.” Jaejoong waves a spatula at Min’s pink face and cracks 2 eggs into the clear bowl.
“Stop pouting and do the eggs.”
There’s no room for argument when the bowl of eggs are placed in his right hand and the spoon in the other.
Breathing hard through his nostrils, he spears the runny yolk mercilessly and stirs the eggs. “Oh you want me to do the eggs, I’ll do them damn eggs,” he whispers to himself, and imagines the eggs as Jaejoong.
The oldest turns around to sneak a peek and all he sees is that tight tush in the leather attire wiggling and that’s enough to not hear the not-so-subtle curses that the younger would’ve been scolded for.
“The nerve of him, just cause he’s my hyung.” He slams the bowl against the counter and turns around to grab the pan that his hyung is holding with a dazed look.
“Do the eggs, I’ll even cook em’ you bastard.” There’s the hiss of steam when the egg hits the pan and Min lets it fry as he takes out a knife. Min turns and takes the carrots and tomatoes that are magically in Jae’s hands and starts clobbering them with the knife.
“Oh he’s so going to get it, making me cook breakfast, I should be the one punishing him.” He throws the carrots into the fried eggs and pauses and throws in the tomatoes too and scrambles that in the pan.
The youngest turns around and quirks an eyebrow at the plate already placed in the other’s hand and doesn’t question it before flinging the mess towards the plate.
“Hyung, where are sausages?” Changmin rummages through the refrigerator and hits head on top of the thin bars.
“HYUNG.”
“Huh What?”
“WHERE ARE THE SAUSAGES?” Jaejoong shakes his head and places the plate down to walk over to the fuming Min and takes the raw meat out, but was stopped by the grip on his arm.
“Instant.”
He would protest, cause he’s a chef at heart and everything must be made with love and time, but what those eyes promise isn’t anything he wants and he takes the boxed sausages bought by Yoochun.
“Thank you.” He snatches the box and rips open the top and pours the frozen junk into the pan. Jaejoong licks his lips and place his chin on top of the shoulders.
“You’re feisty when you cook. I like it.” He whispers and slips his arms around the thing waist and he knows he’s playing with fire when he feels the other stiffen and the knife is only an arm length away.
Min presses the sausages deeper into the pan and has the right mind to do the same to Jaejoong’s face, but remembers his plan. Oh right…I’m still in my clothes, apron, I’m sexy. Okay this is good.
“Oh is that so?” Min smiles and leans into the touch, rubbing into the other not so discreetly. He turns and faces the other’s shocked face and leans in, close enough to feel the flutter of eyelashes. There’s a playful smile and all Jaejoong can do is stare as he’s handed the spatula.
He doesn’t realize that Min is already gone and there’s a pheromone that he swear Min’s leaving behind.
“Hyung…” His voice sends a tingle down his groin and he shivers.
“Y-yes?” he rasps out.
The youngest strolls in with a box of instant powder (damn that lazy leech), eggs in one hand and a pint of milk cradled in his arms.
“It’s burning.” As if on time, the smoke starts rising from the pan and Jaejoong jumps and frantically turns off the oven and flips the burnt sausages unto the plate with the eggs.
“Silly Hyung…” He giggles and saunters past the flustered man to start making the pancakes and Jaejoong blames this distraction for burning food for the first time.
The pancakes are done in a short time and before it hits 8:00 (holy damn we’ve been cooking for 2 hours?!), there’s a stack of pancakes and enough eggs and sausages for…well just enough for everyone.
“Phew…done.” Min brushes his hands and looks at the food that they prepared and stops Jaejoong before he takes it out to the table.
“Here let me hyung, it’s the least I can do for what happened earlier.” Jaejoong gulps lightly and sigh deeply before letting the maknae prepare the table. Its okay, you can’t get a hard on from doing that. Everything’s fine. Yes everything is ju-
Oh you got to be kidding me.
Few buttons later and Min is stripped from his black collared shirt and is left half naked under that pink apron. Just when he’s spraying whip cream on top of the pancakes and licking at his covered finger. Oh…he’s moaning. He’s moaning with cream on his lips, with nothing but pants and apron.
“Mmm…you want some hyung?” He’s offering me some, offering me some whip cream and god he has to stop with the honorifics.
He clears his throat and before he can offer Min something else white and delicious, Yoochun stumbles through the living room, with his hair standing on all ends.
“Hey, you’re up early Min.” He yawns and stretches the muscles to shape.
“Mmmhmm. I was cooking with Jaejoong hyung all morning.” He smiles his innocent mismatched eyes and takes off the pink apron and Yoochun drools slightly at the sight.
“Well I’m gonna wash up, I feel icky from cooking.” Taking the shirt from the couch, the younger looks back at Jaejoong with a smirk and goes to the bathroom.
Yoochun quirks an eyebrow at that and crosses his arms around his chest.
“Just cooking huh?”
Jaejoong slumps on the chair and brings his head down and brushes his blond hair over his forehead.
“Jaejoong! What happened to your head?” Yunho comes in then and beats Yoochun to the question.
“Nothing hap-,”
“Oh Jae did you get too overzealous with the kitchen equipment again?” Junsu adds in rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“NO. Eugh you try cooking breakfast with Changmin. God that thing is such a teas-,”
“Jaejoong…”
“WHAT?”
“I know you’re horny 90% of the time, but must you bring food into this?”
“What are you-,” Jaejoong looks at the food and his jaw drops just a little at the ahem…uniquely displayed food.
“Man Jae I think you need to get laid.” Yoochun pokes at the lone sausage between the two sets sunny-side eggs.
Junsu giggles at the two stacks of pancakes with huge dollops of cream and two red cherries on top (where did he even find the cherries?). “I think those are for you.” Junsu pushes the plate towards Yunho.
Yunho stares silently at the food and turns his stare at the stupefied elder.
“I’m disappointed in you.”
“It wasn’t me!”
“Defiling the youngest with sexual objects. How could you?” Yoochun shakes his head, pretending to be disgusted.
“…If I wanted to defile him, it wouldn’t be like this. Changmin did this!”
“Tsk tsk, blaming the youngest for your uncontrolled hormones. What a child.” Junsu wags a finger in front of the platinum blond.
“It. wasn’t.me! It was CHANGMI-,”
“Hey guys!” Changmin walks in and plops a seat next to Yoochun and starts munching on the sausage and acts oblivious to the 4 sets of eyes at him.
The sausage is downed in one bite, and the pancakes are already in his mouth, cream just tactfully smeared at the right places on his face. Min looks up with big brown eyes at his 4 quiet hyungs, as he bites the fluffy cake
“What? Is there something on my face?”
All four blinks before waving their hands frantically.
“Nope. Nothing there. Not at all.” They chorused and fall silent again when Min shrugs and gulps down the fruits and they all sigh, willing their bad bad juniors to go away.
Oh it’s gonna be a long day.
Rating: pg-13-15?
Warning: None really, just a lot of fail
Pairings: Ot5, this one is Jaemin
Summary: Changmin feels that his hyungs are treating him too much like a kid and wants to prove to them how much he's not.
Disclaimer: They belong to no one. =D
Author's note: Ahh yeah it's been a long long time since I've updated this story or written a story in general ^^;; The first part, I've stated it was going to be a two-shot, but now it's a five-shot cause...I just write too long. xD Hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Changmin was restless.
Ever since the incident two days ago happened, plans and ideas have been streaming through his head, particularly at night where all his hyungs lay sleeping, or he thought so. Min cringed and decided not to dwell too much on that thought.
The youngest couldn’t help the child in him burst free as he rolled around in his bed, giggling to himself of what’s to come. Luckily he had his own room; otherwise his constant squirming and flailing would’ve annoyed anyone. This rooming arrangement was also decided by the hyungs, declaring “If I can’t sleep with him, NO ONE WITH A DICK CAN.”
Pulling the ruffled blankets up to his chin, he willed his jittery body and giddy excitement away, forcing sleep to take him over. He sighs impatiently, grabbing the long hotdog pillow and wraps his long limbs around it, waiting for morning to come.
However when it does come, his muscles are practically screaming murder when he attempts to get up at this ungodly hour. The numbers looked foreign to him as he stared at the electric clock and wondered why he would ever set his alarm at 6:00 a.m. in the morning.
His ears perked up at the familiar clanking of pots and bowls, and slowly, a smirk forms on his face. “Mission one.” He had an urge to throw on black sunglasses and the black overcoat for the hell of it, but decides against it.
Changmin opens the door to his room, peaking through to see Jaejoong already working in the kitchen. Quickly changing into the garments he left out beforehand, he flipped his soft hair and grabbed unto the doorknob for doing it too hard.
Opening the door, he tiptoed his way toward the working umma, throwing on the sexy look before leaning forward. “Jaejoong-hyung.” He whispered as sultry as he could, his bottom lip grazing against the tip of his ear.
“WAH.” The rolling pin in his hands never looked so dangerous and NOT the reaction he was hoping for. “Whoa! Hyung, it’s me!” The youngest shielded his face with his hand; the length high boots making him lose balance completely.
“Changmin?” Hearing the familiar voice, he reached out and pulled the youngest towards him before he became acquainted with the floor. Changmin couldn’t help but squeak as he fell unto the hard chest, like a damsel in distress. A fucking damsel in distress. Yup, he was definitely manly and grown up and that squeak? Totally not girly and/or shrilly at all.
The oldest let his hands travel from the slim waist to the shoulders in a slow fashion, concern etched into his face if Min were to look up.
“Are you okay Min?”
“Yes Hyu-,”
“Min, Answer me Min!”
“Yes Hyung I’m Fi-,”
“CPR?! IS THAT WHAT YOU NEED?! OH BABY I’M-,”
“YAH!”
There’s no telling what really happened, but all Jaejoong can tell is that he woke up to a frantic Min running back and forth, dragging his broken heel from the boot. The faint click-clack of the heel against the marble floor shoots straight through his head and he feel like he’s been hit by a train or Yoochun’s grand piano when he was that angry. That damn stick, and he still doesn’t know how on earth he lift that piano up. If he had known he was up against that he would’v-
“AHH Jae! You’re awake! How’s your head? Okay? Let me fix that for you!” The piece of block is left clinging on for dear life as Min sprints across the hallway to Jae’s aid. With pins and a couple of tapes later, the platinum blond hair is shrouded under masses of…of, the oldest fingers the loose end unharmed by Min’s ministrations, of TOILET PAPER?
Jaejoong doesn’t mind all that much, especially since Min is still in that rather appealing outfit, which is also quite transparent on some parts (or maybe that’s just the naughty part of his brain that has the ability to “undress” people, particularly the youngest). Not to mention how tight the black outfit is around all that tanned soft muscle that squeaks every time Min shifts his hips or bends over. Oh please bend over!
Even with all that delicious body wrapped in such a sinful fabric, just begging his fingers to reach over and…
“GUH.”
It seems the forces of higher up don’t deem him worthy to touch his own maknae for every reach is like being run over by a bulldozer. The temptation is strong, but the pain is stronger and no matter how hard he tells his hand to keep going, it still ends up clutching his head in pain.
“Ow...owowow…,” Jaejoong moans softly.
“Hyung…Hyung you okay?” Min leans over the armrest and pulls the older man’s shoulder until he’s lying down on the couch, where he remembers waking up.
“Ahh yeah it just hurts a little. I can handle it.” Jaejoong tries to prop himself up with one arm before he starts to see black dots and falls back dramatically toward Min’s already open arms.
“Hyung!” With gentle care, the youngest lowers his injured member towards the softer area of the couch and with his free hand, massages the covered part of the head.
Jaejoong wants to swat the hand away, and show that he’s man enough to handle the pain (even though he still doesn’t know how he ended up in this condition), but under his long nimble fingers, he can only lean back and moan in appreciation.
At hearing the moan, Min almost drops the head in frantic panic, but doesn’t when he sees a content smile spread on the pale face, eyes closed.
“D-Does it feel any better?” Min asks hesitantly.
The other is silent for a while and Min thinks he’s asleep and starts to move away with a sad pout of how much fail his plan was.
“Mmm….don‘t stop.” The older mutters, words slurring slightly and so Min, being the obedient boy -AHEM- man he is, sighs wearily and lets his fingers wander the covered forehead. Since his plan was a bust, might as well just admit defeat and start facing the fact that he’s unable to even be a little grown-up, or at least start out like his original plan. God did it sound so perfect in his head, with a little of this, stripping of that, groping of those. Nothing of his plan went along the lines of nearly killing his member with his two-feet inched-
“Min…What’s this?”
“Hmm?” Min blinks away his thoughts and looks down in question.
“What is this?”
The fingers freezes when he brushes close to the huge bump…or more like the huge indent that is still visible amongst the toilet paper, which is also very very close to where Jae’s fingers are right now. Oh shit…
He must’ve muttered that out loud cause now the other is sitting straight up, eyes open and very much serious and hard, with no traces of comfort or warmth it held a second ago. It only takes another second before the thin paper is shredded into nothing, distorted shapes that tell Min that he’s next.
The youngest watches with growing fear as the paper is unwrapped and Jae is running his fingers through his used-to-be smooth forehead.
“Min.”
“Y-yeah?” Min stutters.
“Give me the mirror.”
“Huh?”
“Give me the mirror.”
Min knows the difference between the tones and rising pitches of a person’s voice box, and if he were to interpret Jaejoong’s right now, let’s just say, it doesn’t promise toys and candy.
His imagination kicks in so badly that he actually thought if he ignored Jaejoong, he’ll just forget and it’ll all be okay again. Of course he doesn’t go through with that idea and reaches under the cushions of the couch to retrieve a small portable mirror, compliments to Jaejoong.
Silence is key, especially in a dangerous situation like this where it deals with Jaejoong and one of his precious things in the world. It can’t be helped, though when Jaejoong lowers the mirror and all Changmin sees is the images of what Jae is going to do to him through his dark orbs.
“Max.” Min whimpers slightly at the use of his stage name. I’m dead…
Min clears his throat of any wimpy sounds and forces a wobbly smile that’s supposed to be innocent. All it takes is a quirk of an eyebrow and the lifting fabric of movement to make Min break down, and hard.
The words come out in a frantic jumble of mess with no periods and it’s quite hard to use those words against him if he doesn’t understand a thing.
“I swear that I didn’t mean to…it was the heel…it flew…oh gods, it flew! And your head! The heel…your head! I swear I-,”
Jaejoong jerked slightly in slight shock and gripped the youngest shoulders to try to stop the word vomit spewing out.
“Changmin.”
“I swear I didn’t mean to…it came…try to stop it…oh my god you went down, you went down!”
“MIN.”
“I didn’t do it I sw-,”
“MIN!”
Changmin finally stops on his mini confession and stares down with wide eyes after being thoroughly shaken by Jaejoong’s hands.
The youngest releases the held in air kept in his lungs, and pants lightly from the rush of words. There’s a pink tinge across his cheek from the exertion, not from embarrassment, noo of course not and whatever feelings he may be having aren’t directed at his elder.
“Min…” His name is whispered and Min snaps his head up.
Min can read voices, but Jaejoong’s face is like a mix of codes that are too complicated to decipher. There are too many walls, too many shields with no openings or windows and it’s easy to misinterpret. So when Min sees his member shroud in a shadow casted by his bangs, eyes dark and unreadable, jaws set and tight, it’s really not that hard to assume that he’s pretty angry.
But who can really tell when one is angry or just sexually frustrated when it comes to Jaejoong? There’s no distinct difference, at least to the pair of inexperience eyes. So when Min occasionally slings his arm around those narrow but broad shoulders or rests his hand on the other’s knee, he doesn’t know that when Jae looks at him as he’s doing now, it’s of something entirely different from anger. Far from it.
And Jae is close to using that against Min, especially since the youngest been going on “I’m sorry” nonstop now and the offer of “I’ll make it up to you! Anything I swear!” is sounding pretty appealing.
Still, he has to take into the account that Min is also the youngest; innocent; tall thing that’s just a bit too cute and sexy for his own good. But…a punishment is still in order.
Jaejoong sighs deeply and leans back against the couch with folded arms and closed eyes, stopping Min from his running mouth. There’s a dramatic pause and Min leans closer to the sitting figure and thinks he might’ve fallen asleep again.
“Make breakfast,” he mutters softly.
“Huh?” Changmin bunches up his face in question.
“Make breakfast…,” wrapped in a pink apron with nothing underneath…he finishes in his mind.
“Oh…um. What?”
With one last swipe against his forehead, Jaejoong stood up, pulling Min off the floor with him. Min yelped, but cleared it off with a cough and held his weight against the other from the ache of kneeling too long.
The walk from the living room to the kitchen is only 10-15 feet away, but for Min it seems so much longer due to the broken leftovers of the shoes(shit those were Junsu’s.) and the blood trying to rush back to his legs again. He attempts to walk straight and not someone who’s trying to pass the sobriety test.
When they eventually reach the kitchen, Min plops on the counter seat in relief and kicks off his heels. Jae stares with humor in his eyes and forces the urge to crack a Disney joke down, and clears his throat, stopping the maknae from rubbing his sore feet.
“Wash your hands and get started, the others will wake up soon.”
With a huff, he drags his feet towards the sink and washes thoroughly before he feels something pulled over his head and wrapped around his waist.
“W-whoa hyung. Wha…?”
“Just to add to the fun.” Jaejoong sings and makes a pretty bow before patting softly against the firm bottom.
Min looks down and blanches at the bright pink that hits his eyes and lets a pout appear on his face.
“Hey perk up, you’re lucky that you’re even wearing anything under that apron.” Jaejoong waves a spatula at Min’s pink face and cracks 2 eggs into the clear bowl.
“Stop pouting and do the eggs.”
There’s no room for argument when the bowl of eggs are placed in his right hand and the spoon in the other.
Breathing hard through his nostrils, he spears the runny yolk mercilessly and stirs the eggs. “Oh you want me to do the eggs, I’ll do them damn eggs,” he whispers to himself, and imagines the eggs as Jaejoong.
The oldest turns around to sneak a peek and all he sees is that tight tush in the leather attire wiggling and that’s enough to not hear the not-so-subtle curses that the younger would’ve been scolded for.
“The nerve of him, just cause he’s my hyung.” He slams the bowl against the counter and turns around to grab the pan that his hyung is holding with a dazed look.
“Do the eggs, I’ll even cook em’ you bastard.” There’s the hiss of steam when the egg hits the pan and Min lets it fry as he takes out a knife. Min turns and takes the carrots and tomatoes that are magically in Jae’s hands and starts clobbering them with the knife.
“Oh he’s so going to get it, making me cook breakfast, I should be the one punishing him.” He throws the carrots into the fried eggs and pauses and throws in the tomatoes too and scrambles that in the pan.
The youngest turns around and quirks an eyebrow at the plate already placed in the other’s hand and doesn’t question it before flinging the mess towards the plate.
“Hyung, where are sausages?” Changmin rummages through the refrigerator and hits head on top of the thin bars.
“HYUNG.”
“Huh What?”
“WHERE ARE THE SAUSAGES?” Jaejoong shakes his head and places the plate down to walk over to the fuming Min and takes the raw meat out, but was stopped by the grip on his arm.
“Instant.”
He would protest, cause he’s a chef at heart and everything must be made with love and time, but what those eyes promise isn’t anything he wants and he takes the boxed sausages bought by Yoochun.
“Thank you.” He snatches the box and rips open the top and pours the frozen junk into the pan. Jaejoong licks his lips and place his chin on top of the shoulders.
“You’re feisty when you cook. I like it.” He whispers and slips his arms around the thing waist and he knows he’s playing with fire when he feels the other stiffen and the knife is only an arm length away.
Min presses the sausages deeper into the pan and has the right mind to do the same to Jaejoong’s face, but remembers his plan. Oh right…I’m still in my clothes, apron, I’m sexy. Okay this is good.
“Oh is that so?” Min smiles and leans into the touch, rubbing into the other not so discreetly. He turns and faces the other’s shocked face and leans in, close enough to feel the flutter of eyelashes. There’s a playful smile and all Jaejoong can do is stare as he’s handed the spatula.
He doesn’t realize that Min is already gone and there’s a pheromone that he swear Min’s leaving behind.
“Hyung…” His voice sends a tingle down his groin and he shivers.
“Y-yes?” he rasps out.
The youngest strolls in with a box of instant powder (damn that lazy leech), eggs in one hand and a pint of milk cradled in his arms.
“It’s burning.” As if on time, the smoke starts rising from the pan and Jaejoong jumps and frantically turns off the oven and flips the burnt sausages unto the plate with the eggs.
“Silly Hyung…” He giggles and saunters past the flustered man to start making the pancakes and Jaejoong blames this distraction for burning food for the first time.
The pancakes are done in a short time and before it hits 8:00 (holy damn we’ve been cooking for 2 hours?!), there’s a stack of pancakes and enough eggs and sausages for…well just enough for everyone.
“Phew…done.” Min brushes his hands and looks at the food that they prepared and stops Jaejoong before he takes it out to the table.
“Here let me hyung, it’s the least I can do for what happened earlier.” Jaejoong gulps lightly and sigh deeply before letting the maknae prepare the table. Its okay, you can’t get a hard on from doing that. Everything’s fine. Yes everything is ju-
Oh you got to be kidding me.
Few buttons later and Min is stripped from his black collared shirt and is left half naked under that pink apron. Just when he’s spraying whip cream on top of the pancakes and licking at his covered finger. Oh…he’s moaning. He’s moaning with cream on his lips, with nothing but pants and apron.
“Mmm…you want some hyung?” He’s offering me some, offering me some whip cream and god he has to stop with the honorifics.
He clears his throat and before he can offer Min something else white and delicious, Yoochun stumbles through the living room, with his hair standing on all ends.
“Hey, you’re up early Min.” He yawns and stretches the muscles to shape.
“Mmmhmm. I was cooking with Jaejoong hyung all morning.” He smiles his innocent mismatched eyes and takes off the pink apron and Yoochun drools slightly at the sight.
“Well I’m gonna wash up, I feel icky from cooking.” Taking the shirt from the couch, the younger looks back at Jaejoong with a smirk and goes to the bathroom.
Yoochun quirks an eyebrow at that and crosses his arms around his chest.
“Just cooking huh?”
Jaejoong slumps on the chair and brings his head down and brushes his blond hair over his forehead.
“Jaejoong! What happened to your head?” Yunho comes in then and beats Yoochun to the question.
“Nothing hap-,”
“Oh Jae did you get too overzealous with the kitchen equipment again?” Junsu adds in rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“NO. Eugh you try cooking breakfast with Changmin. God that thing is such a teas-,”
“Jaejoong…”
“WHAT?”
“I know you’re horny 90% of the time, but must you bring food into this?”
“What are you-,” Jaejoong looks at the food and his jaw drops just a little at the ahem…uniquely displayed food.
“Man Jae I think you need to get laid.” Yoochun pokes at the lone sausage between the two sets sunny-side eggs.
Junsu giggles at the two stacks of pancakes with huge dollops of cream and two red cherries on top (where did he even find the cherries?). “I think those are for you.” Junsu pushes the plate towards Yunho.
Yunho stares silently at the food and turns his stare at the stupefied elder.
“I’m disappointed in you.”
“It wasn’t me!”
“Defiling the youngest with sexual objects. How could you?” Yoochun shakes his head, pretending to be disgusted.
“…If I wanted to defile him, it wouldn’t be like this. Changmin did this!”
“Tsk tsk, blaming the youngest for your uncontrolled hormones. What a child.” Junsu wags a finger in front of the platinum blond.
“It. wasn’t.me! It was CHANGMI-,”
“Hey guys!” Changmin walks in and plops a seat next to Yoochun and starts munching on the sausage and acts oblivious to the 4 sets of eyes at him.
The sausage is downed in one bite, and the pancakes are already in his mouth, cream just tactfully smeared at the right places on his face. Min looks up with big brown eyes at his 4 quiet hyungs, as he bites the fluffy cake
“What? Is there something on my face?”
All four blinks before waving their hands frantically.
“Nope. Nothing there. Not at all.” They chorused and fall silent again when Min shrugs and gulps down the fruits and they all sigh, willing their bad bad juniors to go away.
Oh it’s gonna be a long day.