[fic] gravitation
gravitation
junsu/the forces of nature (junsu/yoochun, junsu/jaejoong?)
1400w; pg-13
junsu has a problem. (this is inspired by a comment conversation between clicheterms and... someone else. because i'm a creeper.)
When Junsu steps into the shower with Jaejoong one morning and ends up with Jaejoong’s hand on his ass, he feels that something might be slightly off-center. “Jaejoong,” he says tiredly. “That’s my butt.”
Jaejoong mumbles, “What?”
“My butt,” Junsu repeats. “You’re touching my butt.”
Jaejoong blinks and looks down at his hand. “I was reaching for the shampoo.”
Junsu is starting to wake up properly. He’s also starting to feel a little uncomfortable with Jaejoong’s hand on his ass. It’s not even groping. It’s just… there. “You can’t wash your hair with my butt.”
“This is weird,” Jaejoong announces. “I’ll just… wait outside until you finish and then we can forget this ever happened.” He steps out awkwardly and waits.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu sighs, really wanting to go back to sleep. “You’re still touching my butt.”
Jaejoong says, “I think we have a problem.”
“Yunho,” Junsu yells, flouncing into the kitchen holding a hand-towel over his family jewels. “We have a problem.”
Yunho glances up from his newspaper briefly before looking back down at it. “Indoor voice please, Junsu. And pants on around food.”
Junsu growls and throws the hand-towel at Yunho’s face. “Yunho!”
Yunho removes the towel and fastidiously drops it on the table. Junsu turns sideways and displays his shapely derriere for Yunho to see. Yunho looks up and frowns. “Why is Jaejoong touching your butt?”
“Morning, Yunho!” Jaejoong says cheerfully.
“I… what?”
Junsu pouts. “Exactly.”
The next noise is Yoochun stumbling into the kitchen. And tripping over his own feet. “Not fair,” he says, voice muffled by the floor. “Assaulting me with nakedness before coffee.” He looks up. “Why is my girlfriend touching my boyfriend’s butt?”
Jaejoong stretches one leg out and uses his foot to smush Yoochun’s face back into the floor.
Yunho stands up slowly and approaches the scene with caution. He walks around Junsu and Jaejoong, surveying the situation. And keeps on walking. And walking. And… walking.
“Stop!” Junsu yells, ignoring the Indoor Voice Rule. “You’re making me dizzy.”
“I can’t!” Yunho yells right back, also abandoning the IVR. “I can’t stop! Yoochun, help!”
Yoochun pulls himself up and blinks at everyone blearily. “Coffee?”
Yunho hits him upside the head as he passes around once more. “Coffee later, help now!”
“Fine,” Yoochun grumbles. He steps forward and tries to grab onto Yunho. “You know,” he says conversationally, “I think we have a problem.”
Junsu watches in horror as both Yoochun and Yunho pass by him every few seconds. “Stooooop,” he whines. “This isn’t funny.”
“What’s not funny?” Changmin asks, wandering into the kitchen. “Is this the new choreography? Sam-san has some weird ideas. Is Junsu naked?”
There is a collective shout of, “Changmin, no!”
It’s too late.
“What the fuck?” Changmin says eloquently.
“Don’t curse!”
“We have a problem.”
“You have problems, Yoochun.”
“You little-“
“Don’t curse!”
“Stop moving!” Junsu yells. IVR completely thrown out the window. He moves his head from side to side, trying to read the screen with his bandmates blocking his vision every nanosecond. “I’m trying to read.”
“We’ll be here all day,” Changmin says sarcastically, twisting his head to look at the computer screen.
“My feet hurt,” Yoochun complains.
“I’m quite comfortable,” Jaejoong says happily. “All I have to do is stand here and touch Junsu’s butt. It’s very firm.”
“Squats,” Junsu says distractedly. “Morning and night.”
Yunho whimpers pitifully. “I wish you had some clothes on.”
“Gravity!” Junsu announces triumphantly.
Changmin facepalms. “That’s like, sixth grade physics you imbecile. I’m glad you’ve finally realised why we aren’t all floating off into space. Gravity is the force that gives weight to large objects. It’s what makes the moon and Earth orbit the…. Oh.”
Everyone looks down at Junsu’s butt, Junsu included. “Oh.”
“Great,” Yunho whispers. “Just great. Junsu’s the naked one but we’re the moons.”
Jaejoong snorts through a giggle. He stops suddenly. “Wait. How come I’m not a moon? Why can’t I take my hand off his butt?”
“This,” Junsu says emphatically. “This.”
Changmin frowns. “Perhaps,” he ponders, “you got caught. The gravitational field must have activated at the time you came into contact with each other and Jaejoong’s hand got sucked in and caught. When did this happen?”
With a tiny voice, Junsu says, “In the shower.”
“What!” Yoochun cries. “He was touching you in the shower?”
Junsu rolls his eyes and pushes Yoochun on instinct as he passes. Yoochun flails and stumbles away. He steadies himself by the wall and blinks, eyes wide as saucers. There is a moment of silence and then Yoochun starts doing a happy dance, shimmying over Junsu and his moons. “I’m free! Haha! Suckers! I-Oh. Shit.”
“Good job,” Changmin deadpans, glaring at Yoochun as he re-enters the gravitational field.
“We could always try inverting the field,” Changmin suggests, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge mid-orbit.
They’re back in the kitchen, grabbing whatever they can from the fridge to sip or nibble as they ponder the fate of Junsu & The Moons. (Yunho had quickly shot that down as a new band name).
Junsu pouts. “But then you’d be repelled from me. I’ll be lonely.”
Yunho and Yoochun wibble as they orbit. “Aww, Junsu.”
“Image stealer,” Changmin hisses, imitating claws with his fingers.
“I don’t want to be Captain Obvious,” Yunho sighs, “but Yoochun escaped, albeit for a few seconds, when Junsu pushed him. Why don’t we try that?”
“Wouldn’t work,” Jaejoong says dismissively. “Eventually we’re going to have to come near Junsu again. I don’t even think we could get away with turning riverdancing into orbitation.”
“That’s not a word,” Changmin interrupts. “But surprisingly, Jaejoong is right.” He gets a one-touch for his effort. “Ouch! There’s also the issue of Jaejoong’s hand. We need to remove it.”
“My feet hurt,” Yoochun complains.
“Guys,” Junsu whispers fearfully. “I need to pee.”
“Someone grab an empty bottle!” Yunho yells.
“I can’t go when you’re all watching me,” Junsu whines.
Changmin facepalms. “Why me?”
“What could be the possible explanation for Junsu’s butt developing a gravitational ring around it? Why his butt?”
“Well,” Yoochun says greasily. “It’s his biggest-ouch!”
“Shut up,” Junsu says miserably. “This really sucks. I’m sorry.”
“Aww, Junsu.” Jaejoong kisses his neck soothingly. “It’s not your fault.” He gives Junsu’s butt a reassuring squeeze.
Junsu shudders lightly. “Jaejoong…”
“Interesting,” Jaejoong hums. He kisses Junsu’s neck again, running his mouth over the skin and using his tongue to trace the prominent veins.
Junsu moans a little and wriggles restlessly.
“What are you doing?” Yoochun says in a low, dangerous voice.
Jaejoong grins and slides his free hand down Junsu’s abdomen towards…
“Kim Jaejoong, if you touch that then I will kill you,” Yoochun warns, craning his neck to glare menacingly at Jaejoong as he orbits. “I mean it.”
“Scarred for life,” Changmin mutters darkly.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho says, scandalised. “What are you doing to Junsu?”
“Junsu,” Jaejoong breathes, hot against Junsu’s skin. “Are you sexually frustrated?”
Junsu feels his cheeks grow impossibly red. “Well. You know… Yoochun doesn’t live with us in Korea and we’ve been busy recording and, uh, I-“
Changmin slaps Yoochun on the arm. “So this is your fault?”
“Hey!” Yoochun protests, rubbing his arm furiously. “We’ve been busy, like he said.”
Yunho tsks gravely. “You shouldn’t neglect him, Yoochun. We all have needs.”
“What!” Yoochun yells incredulously. “When did I become the villain in this-Jaejoong, I swear if you touch it, you’re dead.”
Jaejoong bites Junsu’s shoulder and reaches down even further-
“Jaejoong.”
-And squeezes. Junsu groans loudly.
There is a loud crash and a collective, “Oof!”
“Haha!” Jaejoong crows victoriously. He points at Yoochun, Yunho and Changmin, who are all on the floor clutching various body parts and groaning. “I win! I solved it!” He tests the win by touching Junsu’s butt repeatedly, laughing delightedly when he is able to move his hand away each time.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu says monotonously. “Stop spanking me.”
“Haha! I was-Oh, sorry.”
Yoochun hauls himself up and eyes Junsu with determination. “You. Me. Now.”
Junsu swallows nervously. “Yoochun, I-“
“Now,” Yoochun interrupts. “I’ve had to orbit your naked self for hours. Jaejoong touched you.”
Junsu concedes defeat and lets Yoochun drag him towards the bedrooms.
Yunho, Changmin and Jaejoong stare after them. “Well,” Changmin says, rubbing his hands together. “What’s for lunch?”
Hours later, Junsu stumbles out of his room looking ruffled, flushed and obscenely satisfied. Yoochun oozes out behind him looking like the cat who got the cream. He licks his lips. “So. Now that I’ve broken though Junsu’s gravitation field, who’s next?”
Everybody runs for the front door.
junsu/the forces of nature (junsu/yoochun, junsu/jaejoong?)
1400w; pg-13
junsu has a problem. (this is inspired by a comment conversation between clicheterms and... someone else. because i'm a creeper.)
When Junsu steps into the shower with Jaejoong one morning and ends up with Jaejoong’s hand on his ass, he feels that something might be slightly off-center. “Jaejoong,” he says tiredly. “That’s my butt.”
Jaejoong mumbles, “What?”
“My butt,” Junsu repeats. “You’re touching my butt.”
Jaejoong blinks and looks down at his hand. “I was reaching for the shampoo.”
Junsu is starting to wake up properly. He’s also starting to feel a little uncomfortable with Jaejoong’s hand on his ass. It’s not even groping. It’s just… there. “You can’t wash your hair with my butt.”
“This is weird,” Jaejoong announces. “I’ll just… wait outside until you finish and then we can forget this ever happened.” He steps out awkwardly and waits.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu sighs, really wanting to go back to sleep. “You’re still touching my butt.”
Jaejoong says, “I think we have a problem.”
“Yunho,” Junsu yells, flouncing into the kitchen holding a hand-towel over his family jewels. “We have a problem.”
Yunho glances up from his newspaper briefly before looking back down at it. “Indoor voice please, Junsu. And pants on around food.”
Junsu growls and throws the hand-towel at Yunho’s face. “Yunho!”
Yunho removes the towel and fastidiously drops it on the table. Junsu turns sideways and displays his shapely derriere for Yunho to see. Yunho looks up and frowns. “Why is Jaejoong touching your butt?”
“Morning, Yunho!” Jaejoong says cheerfully.
“I… what?”
Junsu pouts. “Exactly.”
The next noise is Yoochun stumbling into the kitchen. And tripping over his own feet. “Not fair,” he says, voice muffled by the floor. “Assaulting me with nakedness before coffee.” He looks up. “Why is my girlfriend touching my boyfriend’s butt?”
Jaejoong stretches one leg out and uses his foot to smush Yoochun’s face back into the floor.
Yunho stands up slowly and approaches the scene with caution. He walks around Junsu and Jaejoong, surveying the situation. And keeps on walking. And walking. And… walking.
“Stop!” Junsu yells, ignoring the Indoor Voice Rule. “You’re making me dizzy.”
“I can’t!” Yunho yells right back, also abandoning the IVR. “I can’t stop! Yoochun, help!”
Yoochun pulls himself up and blinks at everyone blearily. “Coffee?”
Yunho hits him upside the head as he passes around once more. “Coffee later, help now!”
“Fine,” Yoochun grumbles. He steps forward and tries to grab onto Yunho. “You know,” he says conversationally, “I think we have a problem.”
Junsu watches in horror as both Yoochun and Yunho pass by him every few seconds. “Stooooop,” he whines. “This isn’t funny.”
“What’s not funny?” Changmin asks, wandering into the kitchen. “Is this the new choreography? Sam-san has some weird ideas. Is Junsu naked?”
There is a collective shout of, “Changmin, no!”
It’s too late.
“What the fuck?” Changmin says eloquently.
“Don’t curse!”
“We have a problem.”
“You have problems, Yoochun.”
“You little-“
“Don’t curse!”
“Stop moving!” Junsu yells. IVR completely thrown out the window. He moves his head from side to side, trying to read the screen with his bandmates blocking his vision every nanosecond. “I’m trying to read.”
“We’ll be here all day,” Changmin says sarcastically, twisting his head to look at the computer screen.
“My feet hurt,” Yoochun complains.
“I’m quite comfortable,” Jaejoong says happily. “All I have to do is stand here and touch Junsu’s butt. It’s very firm.”
“Squats,” Junsu says distractedly. “Morning and night.”
Yunho whimpers pitifully. “I wish you had some clothes on.”
“Gravity!” Junsu announces triumphantly.
Changmin facepalms. “That’s like, sixth grade physics you imbecile. I’m glad you’ve finally realised why we aren’t all floating off into space. Gravity is the force that gives weight to large objects. It’s what makes the moon and Earth orbit the…. Oh.”
Everyone looks down at Junsu’s butt, Junsu included. “Oh.”
“Great,” Yunho whispers. “Just great. Junsu’s the naked one but we’re the moons.”
Jaejoong snorts through a giggle. He stops suddenly. “Wait. How come I’m not a moon? Why can’t I take my hand off his butt?”
“This,” Junsu says emphatically. “This.”
Changmin frowns. “Perhaps,” he ponders, “you got caught. The gravitational field must have activated at the time you came into contact with each other and Jaejoong’s hand got sucked in and caught. When did this happen?”
With a tiny voice, Junsu says, “In the shower.”
“What!” Yoochun cries. “He was touching you in the shower?”
Junsu rolls his eyes and pushes Yoochun on instinct as he passes. Yoochun flails and stumbles away. He steadies himself by the wall and blinks, eyes wide as saucers. There is a moment of silence and then Yoochun starts doing a happy dance, shimmying over Junsu and his moons. “I’m free! Haha! Suckers! I-Oh. Shit.”
“Good job,” Changmin deadpans, glaring at Yoochun as he re-enters the gravitational field.
“We could always try inverting the field,” Changmin suggests, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge mid-orbit.
They’re back in the kitchen, grabbing whatever they can from the fridge to sip or nibble as they ponder the fate of Junsu & The Moons. (Yunho had quickly shot that down as a new band name).
Junsu pouts. “But then you’d be repelled from me. I’ll be lonely.”
Yunho and Yoochun wibble as they orbit. “Aww, Junsu.”
“Image stealer,” Changmin hisses, imitating claws with his fingers.
“I don’t want to be Captain Obvious,” Yunho sighs, “but Yoochun escaped, albeit for a few seconds, when Junsu pushed him. Why don’t we try that?”
“Wouldn’t work,” Jaejoong says dismissively. “Eventually we’re going to have to come near Junsu again. I don’t even think we could get away with turning riverdancing into orbitation.”
“That’s not a word,” Changmin interrupts. “But surprisingly, Jaejoong is right.” He gets a one-touch for his effort. “Ouch! There’s also the issue of Jaejoong’s hand. We need to remove it.”
“My feet hurt,” Yoochun complains.
“Guys,” Junsu whispers fearfully. “I need to pee.”
“Someone grab an empty bottle!” Yunho yells.
“I can’t go when you’re all watching me,” Junsu whines.
Changmin facepalms. “Why me?”
“What could be the possible explanation for Junsu’s butt developing a gravitational ring around it? Why his butt?”
“Well,” Yoochun says greasily. “It’s his biggest-ouch!”
“Shut up,” Junsu says miserably. “This really sucks. I’m sorry.”
“Aww, Junsu.” Jaejoong kisses his neck soothingly. “It’s not your fault.” He gives Junsu’s butt a reassuring squeeze.
Junsu shudders lightly. “Jaejoong…”
“Interesting,” Jaejoong hums. He kisses Junsu’s neck again, running his mouth over the skin and using his tongue to trace the prominent veins.
Junsu moans a little and wriggles restlessly.
“What are you doing?” Yoochun says in a low, dangerous voice.
Jaejoong grins and slides his free hand down Junsu’s abdomen towards…
“Kim Jaejoong, if you touch that then I will kill you,” Yoochun warns, craning his neck to glare menacingly at Jaejoong as he orbits. “I mean it.”
“Scarred for life,” Changmin mutters darkly.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho says, scandalised. “What are you doing to Junsu?”
“Junsu,” Jaejoong breathes, hot against Junsu’s skin. “Are you sexually frustrated?”
Junsu feels his cheeks grow impossibly red. “Well. You know… Yoochun doesn’t live with us in Korea and we’ve been busy recording and, uh, I-“
Changmin slaps Yoochun on the arm. “So this is your fault?”
“Hey!” Yoochun protests, rubbing his arm furiously. “We’ve been busy, like he said.”
Yunho tsks gravely. “You shouldn’t neglect him, Yoochun. We all have needs.”
“What!” Yoochun yells incredulously. “When did I become the villain in this-Jaejoong, I swear if you touch it, you’re dead.”
Jaejoong bites Junsu’s shoulder and reaches down even further-
“Jaejoong.”
-And squeezes. Junsu groans loudly.
There is a loud crash and a collective, “Oof!”
“Haha!” Jaejoong crows victoriously. He points at Yoochun, Yunho and Changmin, who are all on the floor clutching various body parts and groaning. “I win! I solved it!” He tests the win by touching Junsu’s butt repeatedly, laughing delightedly when he is able to move his hand away each time.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu says monotonously. “Stop spanking me.”
“Haha! I was-Oh, sorry.”
Yoochun hauls himself up and eyes Junsu with determination. “You. Me. Now.”
Junsu swallows nervously. “Yoochun, I-“
“Now,” Yoochun interrupts. “I’ve had to orbit your naked self for hours. Jaejoong touched you.”
Junsu concedes defeat and lets Yoochun drag him towards the bedrooms.
Yunho, Changmin and Jaejoong stare after them. “Well,” Changmin says, rubbing his hands together. “What’s for lunch?”
Hours later, Junsu stumbles out of his room looking ruffled, flushed and obscenely satisfied. Yoochun oozes out behind him looking like the cat who got the cream. He licks his lips. “So. Now that I’ve broken though Junsu’s gravitation field, who’s next?”
Everybody runs for the front door.