A Mini Moment with Min [Ficlet]
Title: A Mini Moment with Min
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd turn them into singing porn stars like they were meant to be >8D
Pairing: Yoosu, Min-centric
Length: Ficlet [~700 words]
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some smexual dialogue. Language. Min-tastic-ness
Summary: The maknae just enjoys the simple pleasures.
A/N: Dedicated to my wonderful source of inspiration for this fic, micky_susu
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A Mini Moment with Min
"Whatcha doin,' Min?"
Changmin's ear twitches. He grunts, "Eh."
This is when Jaejoong has to pause at the door because he doesn't know whether Changmin is just focused on whatever is on his computer, or whatever is on his computer is porn. Either way, he feels he should leave. Soon.
But he just has to make sure, right? "Um, care to elaborate?" Jaejoong opens the door wider and tiptoes into the bedroom.
Changmin grunts again. All Jaejoong can see is the back of his head but he's not sure he wants to see what's on the glowing screen of his dongsaeng's laptop. Last week, Changmin was googling different types of sauteed shrimp. Perfectly normal. Yesterday, he'd walked in on Changmin jerking off to a pair of cowboys with no clothes and many glasses of milk. Jaejoong was still working on suppressing that memory.
Cautiously, ever so cautiously, he peers over Changmin's shoulder. Ahh, thank goodness. No cowboys.
Jaejoong puts a hand on Changmin's shoulder with newfound comfort. "You okay, Min?"
"Shhhhhhhh!" A blob of saliva shoots out and onto the keyboard with the force of his Shhhhhhhh.
Jaejoong quirks an eyebrow. Changmin should know what happens when the eldest is insulted. No pancake breakfast.
But he's curious now, so he figures he'll let it slide. Jaejoong lowers his voice to a whisper. "What's going on?"
The other doesn't respond immediately. After a moment, Changmin jerkily looks at his watch and slides down in his rolling chair, glaring holes into the laptop in front of him and muttering things Jaejoong doesn't quite catch but probably wouldn't want to repeat on a good day. Jaejoong's thinking, Aw, shit, he's hungry.
"They're late." It's the first real Korean sentence he's spoken since Jaejoong entered the room. Jaejoong considers this progress.
"Who's late?"
Changmin makes another irritated huff and shifts around in his chair uncomfortably while stealing rabid glances at his watch. "They always start around 11 o'clock. What's up with them? They can't be tired. They're never tired..."
Now Jaejoong is completely baffled. "What are you talking about?"
"Shhhhhhh!"
Jaejoong is now dangerously on the verge of taking away this person's pancake privileges.
He crosses his arms. "If you don't tell me what's going on, it's about to get a hell of a lot louder in here, Shim Changmin."
Changmin's clenched jaw twitches and he bites his lip. He surrenders a little. "Yoosu."
Now Jaejoong is so lost, he forgets that he's pissed. "WHAT?"
The youngest glares forward at his laptop. "It hasn't started yet."
Jaejoong looks at Changmin. Then at his laptop. Then back at Changmin. Then up at the ceiling. Why me, God? Whyyyy?
"You're laptop is already on. What are you talking about?" Jaejoong scratches his head. "And did you nickname your laptop Yoosu?"
Jaejoong swears the other growled somewhere in his throat before speaking. "No. You're distracting me! And you're gonna have to leave when it starts, you know."
Jaejoong smacks him up side his forehead just 'cause he feels like it. "Tell me what's going on now. And what does 'Yoosu' stand for?"
Changmin sits doubled over in his chair, checking his forehead for cuts or blood. "Why do you only hit me?!"
"Tell me!"
"Yoochun and Junsu!"
Jaejoong begins to question his dongsaeng's sanity. "What do they have to do with anything?!"
"Ughh, right there, Yoochun."
A smile crawls slow and wide across Changmin's face. "Thus, it has begun."
Jaejoong's ear perks. He must be hearing things. He follows the younger man's line of sight to the laptop screen--no, the wall behind the desk his laptop sits on. The wall between Changmin's room and the room Yoochun and Junsu share--
"Damn, you're tight, baby."
"H-harder... Oh, fuck yes."
"You're mine, Su."
Dust now collects on Jaejoong's saucer-sized eyes as the pictures hung on the wall begin to rattle. "W-w-what...? Oh, fu-- NO!"
Jaejoong has slammed the door behind him and escaped to the living room where Yunho is watching Animal Planet by the time Changmin has his zipper undone and is eagerly reaching inside his pants for a hell of a good time.
"Touch me."
"Come hard for me, Junsu."
"Ngh...fu-uck!"
All the tension in Changmin's shoulders rushes down to his happy, happy nether regions and he lets out a rather pleased sigh. A little late but they never disappoint. Oh, the simple joys of Yoosu~ It never gets old.
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Don't run from the awesome, Jae! >8D
*cough* Comments, please~
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd turn them into singing porn stars like they were meant to be >8D
Pairing: Yoosu, Min-centric
Length: Ficlet [~700 words]
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some smexual dialogue. Language. Min-tastic-ness
Summary: The maknae just enjoys the simple pleasures.
A/N: Dedicated to my wonderful source of inspiration for this fic, micky_susu
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A Mini Moment with Min
"Whatcha doin,' Min?"
Changmin's ear twitches. He grunts, "Eh."
This is when Jaejoong has to pause at the door because he doesn't know whether Changmin is just focused on whatever is on his computer, or whatever is on his computer is porn. Either way, he feels he should leave. Soon.
But he just has to make sure, right? "Um, care to elaborate?" Jaejoong opens the door wider and tiptoes into the bedroom.
Changmin grunts again. All Jaejoong can see is the back of his head but he's not sure he wants to see what's on the glowing screen of his dongsaeng's laptop. Last week, Changmin was googling different types of sauteed shrimp. Perfectly normal. Yesterday, he'd walked in on Changmin jerking off to a pair of cowboys with no clothes and many glasses of milk. Jaejoong was still working on suppressing that memory.
Cautiously, ever so cautiously, he peers over Changmin's shoulder. Ahh, thank goodness. No cowboys.
Jaejoong puts a hand on Changmin's shoulder with newfound comfort. "You okay, Min?"
"Shhhhhhhh!" A blob of saliva shoots out and onto the keyboard with the force of his Shhhhhhhh.
Jaejoong quirks an eyebrow. Changmin should know what happens when the eldest is insulted. No pancake breakfast.
But he's curious now, so he figures he'll let it slide. Jaejoong lowers his voice to a whisper. "What's going on?"
The other doesn't respond immediately. After a moment, Changmin jerkily looks at his watch and slides down in his rolling chair, glaring holes into the laptop in front of him and muttering things Jaejoong doesn't quite catch but probably wouldn't want to repeat on a good day. Jaejoong's thinking, Aw, shit, he's hungry.
"They're late." It's the first real Korean sentence he's spoken since Jaejoong entered the room. Jaejoong considers this progress.
"Who's late?"
Changmin makes another irritated huff and shifts around in his chair uncomfortably while stealing rabid glances at his watch. "They always start around 11 o'clock. What's up with them? They can't be tired. They're never tired..."
Now Jaejoong is completely baffled. "What are you talking about?"
"Shhhhhhh!"
Jaejoong is now dangerously on the verge of taking away this person's pancake privileges.
He crosses his arms. "If you don't tell me what's going on, it's about to get a hell of a lot louder in here, Shim Changmin."
Changmin's clenched jaw twitches and he bites his lip. He surrenders a little. "Yoosu."
Now Jaejoong is so lost, he forgets that he's pissed. "WHAT?"
The youngest glares forward at his laptop. "It hasn't started yet."
Jaejoong looks at Changmin. Then at his laptop. Then back at Changmin. Then up at the ceiling. Why me, God? Whyyyy?
"You're laptop is already on. What are you talking about?" Jaejoong scratches his head. "And did you nickname your laptop Yoosu?"
Jaejoong swears the other growled somewhere in his throat before speaking. "No. You're distracting me! And you're gonna have to leave when it starts, you know."
Jaejoong smacks him up side his forehead just 'cause he feels like it. "Tell me what's going on now. And what does 'Yoosu' stand for?"
Changmin sits doubled over in his chair, checking his forehead for cuts or blood. "Why do you only hit me?!"
"Tell me!"
"Yoochun and Junsu!"
Jaejoong begins to question his dongsaeng's sanity. "What do they have to do with anything?!"
"Ughh, right there, Yoochun."
A smile crawls slow and wide across Changmin's face. "Thus, it has begun."
Jaejoong's ear perks. He must be hearing things. He follows the younger man's line of sight to the laptop screen--no, the wall behind the desk his laptop sits on. The wall between Changmin's room and the room Yoochun and Junsu share--
"Damn, you're tight, baby."
"H-harder... Oh, fuck yes."
"You're mine, Su."
Dust now collects on Jaejoong's saucer-sized eyes as the pictures hung on the wall begin to rattle. "W-w-what...? Oh, fu-- NO!"
Jaejoong has slammed the door behind him and escaped to the living room where Yunho is watching Animal Planet by the time Changmin has his zipper undone and is eagerly reaching inside his pants for a hell of a good time.
"Touch me."
"Come hard for me, Junsu."
"Ngh...fu-uck!"
All the tension in Changmin's shoulders rushes down to his happy, happy nether regions and he lets out a rather pleased sigh. A little late but they never disappoint. Oh, the simple joys of Yoosu~ It never gets old.
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Don't run from the awesome, Jae! >8D
*cough* Comments, please~
And join/contribute to dbkrackweens the cracktastic comm :D
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