definitive [GEN] - 1/1
definitive. (platonic yoochun/changmin/jaejoong)
200 words. PG
◦ originally posted here.
the following takes place between 3:47am and 4:01am, toho-household time. jaejoong, yoochun, and changmin are midnight gas tanks. and maybe they wouldn't have it any other way.
"have you ever thought of life after dbsk?" yoochun asks, quietly. changmin's chopsticks click against his.
"no," jaejoong replies, scooping cheap jiggae with a plastic spoon. "never will." he struggles with the tofu until changmin reaches over and plucks it out. he opens his mouth, expectantly, but changmin eats it with a grin. jaejoong frowns. "jerk."
"ooh," yoochun says, admirably. "that's a good interview answer. very brotherly of you."
jaejoong shoots him a glare. "i'm being serious." yoochun shrugs. "sure you are," he says, but he winds his leg around jaejoong's under the table so jaejoong keeps eating.
"what about you, min?"
changmin has burned through two bowls of jjajangbap and has resorted to sending meaningful looks at yoochun's tteokbokki. "what?"
"life after dbsk."
"are we roleplaying?"
"it's four-fucking-am, we're not roleplaying."
changmin grins with all his teeth. "gynecologist."
jaejoong's spoon falls onto the floor. yoochun--
"that's fucking brilliant."
changmin bows modestly. "i try."
"there's something in my chest. i think it's jealousy. need to write a song about this." and he stumble-runs into the workroom, slamming the door shut behind him. changmin takes his plate of tteokbokki.
"are you fucking serious?" jaejoong asks.
changmin grins.
he eats the tteokbokki.
200 words. PG
◦ originally posted here.
the following takes place between 3:47am and 4:01am, toho-household time. jaejoong, yoochun, and changmin are midnight gas tanks. and maybe they wouldn't have it any other way.
"have you ever thought of life after dbsk?" yoochun asks, quietly. changmin's chopsticks click against his.
"no," jaejoong replies, scooping cheap jiggae with a plastic spoon. "never will." he struggles with the tofu until changmin reaches over and plucks it out. he opens his mouth, expectantly, but changmin eats it with a grin. jaejoong frowns. "jerk."
"ooh," yoochun says, admirably. "that's a good interview answer. very brotherly of you."
jaejoong shoots him a glare. "i'm being serious." yoochun shrugs. "sure you are," he says, but he winds his leg around jaejoong's under the table so jaejoong keeps eating.
"what about you, min?"
changmin has burned through two bowls of jjajangbap and has resorted to sending meaningful looks at yoochun's tteokbokki. "what?"
"life after dbsk."
"are we roleplaying?"
"it's four-fucking-am, we're not roleplaying."
changmin grins with all his teeth. "gynecologist."
jaejoong's spoon falls onto the floor. yoochun--
"that's fucking brilliant."
changmin bows modestly. "i try."
"there's something in my chest. i think it's jealousy. need to write a song about this." and he stumble-runs into the workroom, slamming the door shut behind him. changmin takes his plate of tteokbokki.
"are you fucking serious?" jaejoong asks.
changmin grins.
he eats the tteokbokki.