Red dye; Red hair; Red heart 1/2
Title: Red dye; Red hair; Red heart 1/2
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Genre: comedy, crack, romance
length: Two-shot
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I dont own them.
Summary: 'I hate that color.'
A/N: This is probably one of my most incoherant and stupid fics yet. But i truly enjoyed writing this. :)
Red dye; Red hair; Red heart
"Oh come on chun, it'll look nice."
"No."
"What? Why not?"
"Because..."
"Because?"
"Just because..."
"Theres nothing to be scared of, come on! For me?"
"Eww, no.."
"WHY!?"
Yoochun sighed as he took another whiff of tobacco; long elegant fingers gripping it
loose against his red lips.
"I just don't like the color."
Jaejoong pouted. "But it'll make you look hotter! I mean, not that you aren't already, its just that-"
"I'm going to look like a fucking clown jae."
The blond rolled his eyes swiftly. "No you're not. You've pulled off any haircut the stylist noonas give you! There's no risk. So, as the seme of this relationship, I command you to do it!" he said proudly; chest lifted.
Yoochun choked on smoke.
"Wh-what!? Liar! I top too!"
He growled as Jaejoong laughed hysterically "Yeah, in our fanfics baby..."
"Shut up!"
Jaejoong laughed so hard he was crying; eyes turning red and burning the lids.
He wiped his eyes with his sweater sleeve.
"Don't get excited chun, you can't top me. You don't even have a di-"
Yoochun quickly blew smoke towards his face; interupting him.
As Jaejoong coughed, Yoochun smirked.
"What was it you were saying babe?" He smiled innocently.
The eldest groaned.
"How about a light brown, like in 'hug'?"
Yoochun blew him a kiss and bounced out of the room. "Perfect!"
As Yoochun sat patiently on the toilet's lid, jae prepped the hair dye. He added two bottles of natural red dye to the honey brown mix, since Yoochun was too busy to notice anything besides the spider on the ceiling.
Jaejoong grinned. 'Victory is mine! You'll be red hot before you know it babe!'
He turned around and motioned yoochun to turn;back facing him.
Yoochun looked at him and did so.
Changmin walked in the room and his jaw hanged at the sight of his hyung with crimson colored locks.
"Wow, who let the tomatoes out of the cart?" he laughed out.
Yoochun glared daggers at his dongsaeng and motioned him out.
"Get the hell out of my room, magnae!"
"Whatever you say......carrot." Changmin grinned as he dodged a pillow.
"OUT! NOW!"
Yoochun cried as he punched at Jaejoong's chest. Jaejoong just looked bored.
"You ass! You made a mockery of me! I specifically told you i wanted brown! Now Changmin saw!"
Yoochun's eyes widened. "Oh my god he saw! What if he tells Junsu?! Oh god he's going to piss when he sees me, he'll probably take pictures and post them on our site for all the fans and everyone else to see!"
Jaejoong unwrinkled his shirt from Yoochun's grip. "Calm down chun, Junsu wouldn't do that. And come on! It looks fucking hot! Don't you realize it? I could pound you right now if I could."
Yoochun cringed as he took a sip from his water bottle. "Please don't."
"Oh, don't order your hyung, chun."
"Whatever."
"You're asking for it."
"Am I?"
"Oh yes."
Yoochun glared at his boyfriend.
Jaejoong promptly shut his mouth.
Jaejoong tip toed to Yoochun's room and peeked inside through the ajar door.
He checked to see if his lover's sleeping figure was still.
It was, but his body was sprawled over the bed, meaning only one thing.
Jaejoong sleeps on the couch tonight.
Well thats just fucking great.