Friday Nights are Too Exciting for Studying
Title: Friday Nights are Too Exciting for Studying
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...If I owned Min...I would rescue him.... o.o"
Pairings: Yoosu, Yunjae
Length: Oneshot
Genre: crack
Warnings: ...Yunjae gets a little frisky...xD
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The maknae learns why procrastinating is bad.
A/N: Yeah. If only this were my punishment for all the procrastinating I've been doing. =.= *kicks college* But please excuse this fail!randomness. I'm trying to get rid of the stench of uselessness that's been following me around. *sniffs armpits* Nope. Still not gone. Guess I'll write some more random oneshots~
A/N2: Just realized it's ellaine_mae 's birthday. :D Thus, I dedicate this ficcy to her. Happy birthday!!! <3
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It's Friday night.
Changmin makes the mistake of attempting to finish his paper now.
"I said. It. Is. MIIIIIINE!!!"
Dolphin squeals ensue.
Changmin can't figure out for the life of him why those two have to do this in his room.
"But you gave it to me."
"I was drunk!"
"So was I."
"That's not an excuse."
"What?! Then why is it an excuse for you?"
"Because I'm cute and can't hold my liquor."
"Give it!"
Two bodies are thrown onto Changmin's bed in a epileptic flurry and the youngest doesn't know if he should turn around to yell at the two and risk getting kicked in the eye by a flailing limb or just sit there and take it in the safety of his study desk.
Leaving isn't an option.
"Mooooooooooooore, Yunho!!!!!!"
Changmin cringes. Why are the walls so thin?
Now Yoochun has Junsu's head crushed into a pillow while the other screams obscenities, kicks and flails around mercilessly but to no avail.
"Mmmfffmmmfmfmfmfffff!!!!!"
Changmin can't help it. It's right there. He cracks a smile and murmurs to himself,
"That's what she said~"
"Min, help me." Yoochun begs as he's losing his leverage over the never ending ball of energy currently suffocating against a pillow.
"No."
"Come on. We'll leave if you help me."
"No."
"WHY?"
"Junsu will just get mad at me and speak Kenyan in my ear for the rest of the night."
"I'll distract him."
"How? The Junsu is unstoppable."
"You know." Changmin peeks behind him to catch a slimy smirk dripping off his hyung's face and now he just wishes everyone would stop annoying him with nonsense and sex.
"You're so tight, Jae~"
Changmin cringes again. Then he bangs his head into the desk. A lot. The rhythm matches that of his two oldest hyungs as they make attempts to pound each other through the thin, thin walls.
"Wow. Those two are really getting it on." Yoochun muses just as Junsu twists his torso to his advantage and escapes.
"Mwahaha!" He screeches. "Now go away!"
"Both of you go away." No one hears Changmin.
"Not til you give it to me."
"No! It's my ducky."
"But you gave it to me."
"I told you I was--"
"Drunk. That's no excuse, Susu."
"Not...not there, Yunho. Ugh..."
"Don't call me that."
"Would you prefer Duckbutt, Duckbutt?"
"Ha! The ducky is mine now!"
"You like that, Jae? You want more? Say my name."
"What the--? But you hate that nickname, too!"
"So? Me and ducky go together. And you just admit it. Thank you very much, Chunface."
"Yunho, Yunho...Yunho....Yun....ho.......Yunhoooo......YUNHO!!!!"
"That nickname doesn't even bother me. So ha!"
"No ha! I'm keeping ducky."
"I love when you moan. Moan on my big, fat, long--"
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"Mmmmmmmm"
"No you're not."
"Oh....I'm coming, Joongie!"
"Yes I am."
"No you are."
"Yes I'm not. Wait...."
"HA!"
"No fair! You used mind control!"
"Come in my mouth."
"It's not called mind control. It's intelligence. Now give me ducky."
"You're so delicious."
"HEY!" Changmin has finally lost it, as the other two can tell while they watch they're youngest but tallest roommate stand over them quivering in frustration. "Here's a novel idea. Why don't you two share the stupid toy?"
Yoochun looks at Junsu.
Junsu looks down at the ducky in his palms.
They both smile.
"Let's take a bath with him." They sing it in unison and it doesn't surprise Changmin if they probably share one IQ.
"I'll get the bubbles!" Junsu croons.
"I'll get your clothes off." Yoochun growls.
He can't bother himself to state that the toy duck isn't even made of rubber with any sense buoyancy and is covered in yellow fur and filled with cotton fluff, so he sits back down and waits for the two to leave.
He sits with his head pressed into the cool of his wooden desk. It's still. It's quiet. Nothing but the faint sound of sloshing water from down the hall. And he figures Yunho and Jaejoong must still be in a post-climax stupor.
Now? Is now the time? Will he finally be able to finish his essay in peace?
He smiles.
As soon as he picks his discarded pen off the floor, he hears rustling on the other side of the wall.
"Let's go again, baby."
"But there's no more lube. And I don't think I'm ready to play rough so soon..."
"It's okay, Jae. I hid some extra in Changmin's room. And who said you're going to get all the fun this time?"
"Oh, Yunho!"'
Changmin looks out the window into the cool, night sky, scattered sparsely with brave, yet strong little stars fighting against the lights of the outskirts of the city. It's so beautiful. So peaceful.
Perhaps if Changmin hadn't procrastinated and had finished this essay Tuesday, he'd be asleep right now and would never notice as his two older hyungs stole their way into his darkened room in search of the hidden lube while groping each other and would probably end up unclothed right there on Changmin's carpeted floor. The maknae would never know a thing. And oblivion is sweet.
His doorknob is jiggling.
They think he's been asleep this whole time.
Changmin holds his breath. It's too soon. No way those two bothered to put on some clothes that quick.
Perhaps Changmin should fake being asleep. At his desk. With all the lights on. With a pen in one hand. And a half written essay under his face. No.
Besides, they'd get impatient after finding the lube wherever Yunho secretly stowed it and end up having hot, passionate sex on Changmin's bed. Changmin isn't ready for that kind of trauma. No one should be.
But it turns out he doesn't have to fake sleep at all, as if he would be able to attain any kind of sleep at this point.
The doorknob has stopped jiggling and now Jaejoong is moaning against the other side of Changmin's door. Fabulous.
There is no escape.
Changmin gazes out the window again. It would probably hurt if he jumped. His room is six floors up. Much too risky.
"Jaejoong, let me taste every inch of you."
"Take me, Yunho!"
But oh, what a glorious fall it would be.
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Yeah. I know. Fail. But I'm loosening up my mind.
Future updates in meh major fics, anyone? :D
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