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I apologise for how long this took. I had a SERIOUS blank with it. Then I wrote it and hated it so re-wrote it. I'm still not too pleased with it, however I felt i should post....something.
I just apologise in advance.
Title: Feel The Silence
Rating: PG-13 area at the moment. Will be NC-17 at some point.
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: JaeMin
Warnings: AU, Bullying, Violence, Graphic Sex in later parts.
Summary: Changmin once again finds himself at a new school, having to make friends, get used to lessons and catch up just like always, yet this one soon turns out to be rather different as he meets a mysterious, beautiful boy who is unable to speak a word.
Part: 5 of ?
The first thing Yoochun did when the trio moved upwards towards Changmin's bedroom was let out a yell and throw himself onto the mattress with a dramatic cry and spin in mid-air, his body bouncing, covers that had once been neatly pulled across now lay in a tangled mess beneath the red head, pillows strewn forgotten across the floor. Yoochun laughing merrily to himself as he turned his attention back to the pair now stood in the doorway watching him, Jaejoong's eyes wide with a mixture of shock, amusement and a slight dash of fear for Yoochun's sanity, Changmin's already dark irises deepening further as they narrowed towards him in annoyance.
“Aish, Hyung?! Why do you have to always do that?!” Changmin sighed, running his fingers through his growing hair, before walking across the room, depositing Jaejoong's bags at the other side of the room in front of his wardrobe, motioning for Jaejoong to do the same with a small smile.
“Do what?” Yoochun queried turning over onto his stomach, feet rising up behind him to swing happily in the air.
“That!” Changmin snapped pointing at what had once been his freshly made king sized bed and now more resembled a pile of sheets.
“Oh...hush, it's fixable.” Yoochun sighed before patting the bed beside him. “It so bouncy! Jaejoongie come and try.” he added reaching out for the blond male who remained by the wardrobe, safely out of reach behind Changmin's back, his only response being a small bristling at the name 'Jaejoongie'
Changmin however was staring at his best friend in horror after realising what he'd called Jaejoong, before he strolled over and grabbed hold of the duvet cover, proceeding to tug on it harshly causing the red head to roll off the mattress and onto the wood flooring with a loud thud.
“Owwie!” Yoochun pouted, sitting up against the bed frame, pout evident on his face as he blinked up at the pair. “That was mean.” he whined tugging on Jaejoong's shirt hem, turning the pout on the eldest.
Blinking slightly out of confusion, Jaejoong watched the younger males actions, he'd barely known the male ten minutes yet already he seemed like a handful, almost childlike, and pure hearted, like he used to be back when he still had a voice. At the soft tug once again, Jaejoong felt his lips curl into a smile as he instinctively reached across to pat the red head atop the mop of hair, smile widening slightly as Yoochun's pout morphed into a bright smile as he happily shot 'See! At least Jaejoongie loves me and is nice to me!' at the youngest male.
Curling his legs up beneath him a few hours later, Jaejoong propped his sketchbook open against his knees before picking up his pencil and strategically traced it across the page, ever so often raising his eyes towards the two taller males sat in the middle of the lounge floor, their backs to him as they bantered at each other, controllers tapping frantically in their hands, loud over dramatic explosions erupting from the TV screen as the pair attempted to kill each other first.
After Yoochun had agreed to get off of Changmin's bedroom floor, the trio had attempted to make Dinner, Changmin soon relegating Yoochun to sitting at the table and shutting up after the 8th time the red head had shouted something only he could have deemed as helpful, Changmin choosing to ignore anything else his best friend said as he stood beside the small blond chopping and stirring at various parts of their evening meal.
Despite his rather upfront personality, Jaejoong found himself smiling lightly as Yoochun squawked continuously as Changmin's armed forces launched an air attack across his home base, sending his little computerised soldiers scurrying for cover. From what he could assume, Yoochun was already aware of his inability to talk, based on what the red head had said outside when Changmin had introduced them, yet he still remained as normal as Yoochun could ever be around him. Something that despite the past three days, he was still unable to get used to.
“Jaejoong Hyung?” A small voice questioned curiously, causing the blond to look up, starting slightly as he found himself staring into Changmin's mismatched eyes, the close proximity causing him to flush slightly as Yoochun shuffled over on his knees on his other side. “What are you drawing?” Glancing down at his sketchbook, Jaejoong blinked before turning it towards the younger pair. Whilst the two had been playing their game, Jaejoong had found his artistic eyes drawn to the shape of the pairs backs, the way Yoochun's ponytail curled down his shoulder blades, the way Changmin's shirt tightened across his back muscles as he shifted and Jaejoong had found himself reaching for his sketchbook with a sudden urge to draw his house mates.
“Wow, that's really good.” Yoochun stated, eyes wide behind his glasses as he tilted his head in curiosity. “Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?”
“No, Jaejoong Hyung has been generous and made it so you don't look so much of an idiot.” Changmin dead panned, smirking at the blond as Yoochun went to slap him across the arm. “It's really good though, your very good at making us look good.” Changmin added, voice turning serious as he smiled at his smaller friend.
Signing a thank you, Jaejoong watched as Changmin's eyes creased as his mind worked at remembering what he'd just said, before the eyes widened as he worked it out, replying with his own small sign to say 'your welcome'.
“Since when have you been able to sign?” Yoochun queried as he pulled himself upwards onto the sofa beside the blond, eyes fixed on his best friend. “I tried to teach you how to sign years ago and you failed epically.”
Blinking at the red head who was now glaring accusingly at the youngest male, Jaejoong hesitated before carefully leaning over and tapping Yoochun's side, drawing the attention towards himself before he paused once more, biting his lip as he flexed his fingers before signing at the younger male.
You can sign? Fluently?
I can, I had to learn because my mum's deaf, so it was the only way I could still communicate with her.
Oh, right. You tried to teach Changmin?
Yes. But I failed. Must be something about you that he likes if he's learning from you.
I've only known him 3 days, but he's already a close friend.
Are you sure he's just a friend?
Before Jaejoong could reply, his mind seemed to catch up with him, realising what Yoochun had implied, causing him to flush slightly and shake his head, blond tendrils flying everywhere as Yoochun merely smirked at the reddening cheeks, before winking at the confused look on the youngest male's face, clearly having not been able to understand the conversation between the two of them, Changmin's confusion growing as Jaejoong unfurled his legs from beneath him before stepping off the cushions and exiting the room, in a flurry of blond hair as he stomped off up the stairs, the small click of Changmin's bathroom door completing the blond's strange exit.
“What did you say to him?” Changmin questioned, staring accusingly at his best friend.
“Nothing! Nothing, he just needed to use the bathroom.” Yoochun replied before settling back against the cushions. “However, while he's gone I want a word with you.”
“What about?” Changmin replied titling his head, turning round so he was once again facing the TV, back to the chair.
“How are you?” Yoochun queried after a few minutes pause, leaning forward to tug at his best friend's hair, resulting in Changmin's head being pulled backwards to look up at the red head. “Really, I mean.”
“I'm fine.” Changmin answered after a short pause of his own, pausing once again as a calculating look came across his face. “Wait...is this the real reason why you suddenly turned up on my doorstep? Why you crossed goodness knows how many cities to get here in one day?”
However, Jaejoong paused mid-step half way down the stairs, eyes wide as he held his breath, debating whether to return upstairs or stay put. Having decided hiding in the bathroom until his face had lost its red flush was not the way to convince Yoochun he didn't find Changmin attractive, and after spending a few minutes trying to work out just whether he was attracted to the other male or just his caring behaviour, Jaejoong had decided to rejoin his new friends. Yet now as he heard the scarily serious tone Yoochun's voice had taken, he found himself frozen in curiosity, conveniently ignoring the fact he was eavesdropping.
“I've gone across half the country before Minnie, why would a few cities bother me?” Yoochun stated, pulling off his glasses and wiping them absently on the hem of his shirt.
“...Things aren't like that any more Yoochun Hyung.” Changmin sighed.
“Are you kidding me? When your dad answered the phone last night I nearly had a heart attack.” Yoochun snapped, hand flailing slightly in exasperation. “I thought something had happened again.”
“No.” Changmin droned, not bothering to expand on his words, ignoring the encouraging prods to the shoulder.
“I had to come round, I thought your dad had gone all Psycho-General on you again and put you in hospital again.” Yoochun continued with a sigh, tugging his ponytail free and allowing his hair to sway into his vision. “I see I was only half right.”
“What's that supposed to mean?!” Changmin snapped turning back round, having been previously staring at his feet.
“I've known you for years Changmin, been beside you through years of drills and trials, even if I can't see them, I know you've got injuries, you're doing your 'I'm fine, possibly internally bleeding, but fine, don't worry about me' walk.” Yoochun explained, choosing not to comment on the fact Changmin wouldn't look at him. “I'm guessing you told Jaejoong Hyung that it was routine? Or some other bull you always try to pull?”
“Jaejoong Hyung has enough problems with the idiots at School, he doesn't need this as well.” Changmin sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Besides, like I said, it's not like that now.”
“I'll believe you for now.” Yoochun replied after a moment. “However, if I get wind that it's getting worse, or that you've been lying to me, There'll be hell to pay.”
“Here you go Hyung, you can have my bed.” Changmin stated a few hours later, gesturing towards his bed as he smiled at Jaejoong.
Tilting his head curiously, Jaejoong pointed at Changmin, before signing the word 'sleep', smiling slightly when Changmin recognised the sign after repeating it on his own hands.
“Oh, I'll be sleeping on the floor. I've got a futon I can use. I'd rather you used the bed. I have a habit of rolling over and falling out.” Changmin explained with a small giggle.
After his talk with Yoochun, Jaejoong had arrived back in the room and had gone straight back to his sketchbook, Changmin had initially gone to ask if the blond was alright, however Yoochun had declared he wanted revenge before jumping down onto the floor once more, picking up the controller and demanding Changmin had given him a rematch. In fact, neither of them paid attention to the time, until Yoochun had noticed Jaejoong was nodding off against the sofa back whilst trying to stifle a yawn of his own.
Yoochun had gone home ten minutes earlier, despite Changmin's protests, claiming he was scarier then anything that would risk trying to murder or attack him. Jaejoong hadn't liked the idea either, however he'd barely been able to keep his eyes open so Changmin reluctantly agreed, making the red head promise to text him once he was home.
“I'll go get changed in the bathroom because I want to get a shower, do you want one?” Changmin questioned, before continuing as Jaejoong shook his head with a small yawn. “ you can get changed in here if you want and then get straight into bed? You look ready to pass out.” Changmin stated before picking up his sleepwear and stepping into his en suite and pushing the door to, before stripping down and stepping into the shower.
Nodding to himself, Jaejoong carefully pulled his uniform off and folded it up next to his bags, before pulling on his sleep sweats and thick wife beater and climbing into the huge, newly neatened bed. His head barely touching the pillows before he sank into his dreams.
Changmin however, merely sighed as he leant his head against the tiling, allowing the water to flow over his head and down over his back, the heat slowly unravelling the tension in his tender muscles. He was happy Yoochun had finally gone home, he hadn't intended for Jaejoong to meet the insanity that was his best friend just yet, Yoochun was a force to reckon with and Changmin had worried that his brash personality would have Jaejoong cowering away inside his own silence like he had been on the day he'd met him. Yet Jaejoong seemed to cope, had smiled on various occasions and appeared to have a controlling hold on the red head, that up till now, only he had possessed.
Slamming his fist against the tiles, Changmin groaned, thinking about Yoochun was doing nothing to help the tension in his shoulders, it did nothing but brought back memories of their little talk earlier and he was overwhelmed with how much he was overcome with the urge to smack his best friend. Yoochun had always been intuitive to a fault, but Changmin hated people invading his private life without his permission, especially when it was uncalled for.
As he stepped out of the shower cubicle, Changmin caught sight of his spine in the slightly fogged mirror, the mixture of tanned skin and developed muscle marred by a variation of white scars littered across it. Snapping his attention away from the mirror, Changmin dried himself off before slipping into his sleep pants, muttering to himself all the while.
“Aish...what the hell is wrong with you Shim Changmin.” He sighed, before trudging back into his bedroom, not bothering to pull a shirt on over his head, too busy cursing his best friend for his interfering ways of showing he cared. Depositing the towel in the laundry basket along with his uniform, Changmin turned back to check if Jaejoong was still awake before grinding to a halt, eyes wide as he stared.
Jaejoong was now sprawled on his back across the bed, head tilted upwards slightly, exposing his slender neck to the room as his blond tresses fanned out across the pillow like a bright halo, the covers pooled around his slim waist,one arm tucked up under the pillow, the other across his stomach, fingers clenched into the material of his top. Lips parted slightly, soft puffs of air escaping as his eyelids fluttered gently. Without his uniform on, Changmin realised just how small the other male really was, his entire frame appeared to be drowning in the Younger male's huge bed.
Starting slightly, Changmin realised he'd been staring rather incessantly at his new friend and quickly dropped down onto his futon, and crawled under his sheet, tucking the covers under his armpits, stretching his arm over his head to pluck his newly returned phone off his bedside table to await his best friend's text. He normally had no problem with falling asleep on a night, the futon wasn't as comfortable as his luxury king sized bed, yet he'd slept on far less nicer things, sometimes having nothing to sleep on but the floor. But for some reason tonight he was wired.
He blamed Yoochun, he'd riled him up once again with talks about his past, Changmin could easily have brought up the red heads own past, his own sets of scars, he wasn't perfect, despite the fact Yoochun's scars were all from self inflicted accidents that had normally ended in Changmin stepping in to resolve whatever had gone on.
Rolling onto his side, Changmin found himself staring up at the bedside, he could just about hear the long, deep breaths of his room mate, the sound was almost soothing, the soft snuffles as Jaejoong shifted starting to relax him. As he watched, Jaejoong rolled over, soft tendrils of blond just visible now against the edge of the pillow, his slender arm now dangling slightly from the mattress and for a small moment Changmin was concerned the elder was going to do his trick and roll out of bed. He soon, however, became entranced as he watched the slender fingers twitch slightly, he'd seen the movement before, on those rare occasions Yoochun managed to get behind a piano and he wondered briefly if Jaejoong was as brilliant a pianist as he was an artist.
Feeling his phone buzz against his chest, Changmin sighed and dragged his eyes away from his Hyung's arms, flipping open his phone as the top screen informed him it was from Yoochun.
Getting picked up. Text mum she went ape at me. Lucky for me she was in the area visiting friends. Sorry about earlier. I worry about you sometimes. I'll come round later in the week yeah? Please? No taking advantage of Joongie while your alone OK~
Groaning, Changmin snapped his phone shut and tossed it onto the floor beside his head, his best friend was too much sometimes, he still to this day wondered just how they had become such close friends in the first place. Hearing his phone buzz again Changmin retrieved his phone once more, Dreading what it would say.
That is unless Joongie gives you permission ;-) then by all means go ahead.~
“Babo.” Changmin sighed, repeating his earlier action before turning over and closing his eyes, the soft noises of Jaejoong sleeping soon lulling him asleep.
I just apologise in advance.
Title: Feel The Silence
Rating: PG-13 area at the moment. Will be NC-17 at some point.
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: JaeMin
Warnings: AU, Bullying, Violence, Graphic Sex in later parts.
Summary: Changmin once again finds himself at a new school, having to make friends, get used to lessons and catch up just like always, yet this one soon turns out to be rather different as he meets a mysterious, beautiful boy who is unable to speak a word.
Part: 5 of ?
The first thing Yoochun did when the trio moved upwards towards Changmin's bedroom was let out a yell and throw himself onto the mattress with a dramatic cry and spin in mid-air, his body bouncing, covers that had once been neatly pulled across now lay in a tangled mess beneath the red head, pillows strewn forgotten across the floor. Yoochun laughing merrily to himself as he turned his attention back to the pair now stood in the doorway watching him, Jaejoong's eyes wide with a mixture of shock, amusement and a slight dash of fear for Yoochun's sanity, Changmin's already dark irises deepening further as they narrowed towards him in annoyance.
“Aish, Hyung?! Why do you have to always do that?!” Changmin sighed, running his fingers through his growing hair, before walking across the room, depositing Jaejoong's bags at the other side of the room in front of his wardrobe, motioning for Jaejoong to do the same with a small smile.
“Do what?” Yoochun queried turning over onto his stomach, feet rising up behind him to swing happily in the air.
“That!” Changmin snapped pointing at what had once been his freshly made king sized bed and now more resembled a pile of sheets.
“Oh...hush, it's fixable.” Yoochun sighed before patting the bed beside him. “It so bouncy! Jaejoongie come and try.” he added reaching out for the blond male who remained by the wardrobe, safely out of reach behind Changmin's back, his only response being a small bristling at the name 'Jaejoongie'
Changmin however was staring at his best friend in horror after realising what he'd called Jaejoong, before he strolled over and grabbed hold of the duvet cover, proceeding to tug on it harshly causing the red head to roll off the mattress and onto the wood flooring with a loud thud.
“Owwie!” Yoochun pouted, sitting up against the bed frame, pout evident on his face as he blinked up at the pair. “That was mean.” he whined tugging on Jaejoong's shirt hem, turning the pout on the eldest.
Blinking slightly out of confusion, Jaejoong watched the younger males actions, he'd barely known the male ten minutes yet already he seemed like a handful, almost childlike, and pure hearted, like he used to be back when he still had a voice. At the soft tug once again, Jaejoong felt his lips curl into a smile as he instinctively reached across to pat the red head atop the mop of hair, smile widening slightly as Yoochun's pout morphed into a bright smile as he happily shot 'See! At least Jaejoongie loves me and is nice to me!' at the youngest male.
Curling his legs up beneath him a few hours later, Jaejoong propped his sketchbook open against his knees before picking up his pencil and strategically traced it across the page, ever so often raising his eyes towards the two taller males sat in the middle of the lounge floor, their backs to him as they bantered at each other, controllers tapping frantically in their hands, loud over dramatic explosions erupting from the TV screen as the pair attempted to kill each other first.
After Yoochun had agreed to get off of Changmin's bedroom floor, the trio had attempted to make Dinner, Changmin soon relegating Yoochun to sitting at the table and shutting up after the 8th time the red head had shouted something only he could have deemed as helpful, Changmin choosing to ignore anything else his best friend said as he stood beside the small blond chopping and stirring at various parts of their evening meal.
Despite his rather upfront personality, Jaejoong found himself smiling lightly as Yoochun squawked continuously as Changmin's armed forces launched an air attack across his home base, sending his little computerised soldiers scurrying for cover. From what he could assume, Yoochun was already aware of his inability to talk, based on what the red head had said outside when Changmin had introduced them, yet he still remained as normal as Yoochun could ever be around him. Something that despite the past three days, he was still unable to get used to.
“Jaejoong Hyung?” A small voice questioned curiously, causing the blond to look up, starting slightly as he found himself staring into Changmin's mismatched eyes, the close proximity causing him to flush slightly as Yoochun shuffled over on his knees on his other side. “What are you drawing?” Glancing down at his sketchbook, Jaejoong blinked before turning it towards the younger pair. Whilst the two had been playing their game, Jaejoong had found his artistic eyes drawn to the shape of the pairs backs, the way Yoochun's ponytail curled down his shoulder blades, the way Changmin's shirt tightened across his back muscles as he shifted and Jaejoong had found himself reaching for his sketchbook with a sudden urge to draw his house mates.
“Wow, that's really good.” Yoochun stated, eyes wide behind his glasses as he tilted his head in curiosity. “Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?”
“No, Jaejoong Hyung has been generous and made it so you don't look so much of an idiot.” Changmin dead panned, smirking at the blond as Yoochun went to slap him across the arm. “It's really good though, your very good at making us look good.” Changmin added, voice turning serious as he smiled at his smaller friend.
Signing a thank you, Jaejoong watched as Changmin's eyes creased as his mind worked at remembering what he'd just said, before the eyes widened as he worked it out, replying with his own small sign to say 'your welcome'.
“Since when have you been able to sign?” Yoochun queried as he pulled himself upwards onto the sofa beside the blond, eyes fixed on his best friend. “I tried to teach you how to sign years ago and you failed epically.”
Blinking at the red head who was now glaring accusingly at the youngest male, Jaejoong hesitated before carefully leaning over and tapping Yoochun's side, drawing the attention towards himself before he paused once more, biting his lip as he flexed his fingers before signing at the younger male.
You can sign? Fluently?
I can, I had to learn because my mum's deaf, so it was the only way I could still communicate with her.
Oh, right. You tried to teach Changmin?
Yes. But I failed. Must be something about you that he likes if he's learning from you.
I've only known him 3 days, but he's already a close friend.
Are you sure he's just a friend?
Before Jaejoong could reply, his mind seemed to catch up with him, realising what Yoochun had implied, causing him to flush slightly and shake his head, blond tendrils flying everywhere as Yoochun merely smirked at the reddening cheeks, before winking at the confused look on the youngest male's face, clearly having not been able to understand the conversation between the two of them, Changmin's confusion growing as Jaejoong unfurled his legs from beneath him before stepping off the cushions and exiting the room, in a flurry of blond hair as he stomped off up the stairs, the small click of Changmin's bathroom door completing the blond's strange exit.
“What did you say to him?” Changmin questioned, staring accusingly at his best friend.
“Nothing! Nothing, he just needed to use the bathroom.” Yoochun replied before settling back against the cushions. “However, while he's gone I want a word with you.”
“What about?” Changmin replied titling his head, turning round so he was once again facing the TV, back to the chair.
“How are you?” Yoochun queried after a few minutes pause, leaning forward to tug at his best friend's hair, resulting in Changmin's head being pulled backwards to look up at the red head. “Really, I mean.”
“I'm fine.” Changmin answered after a short pause of his own, pausing once again as a calculating look came across his face. “Wait...is this the real reason why you suddenly turned up on my doorstep? Why you crossed goodness knows how many cities to get here in one day?”
However, Jaejoong paused mid-step half way down the stairs, eyes wide as he held his breath, debating whether to return upstairs or stay put. Having decided hiding in the bathroom until his face had lost its red flush was not the way to convince Yoochun he didn't find Changmin attractive, and after spending a few minutes trying to work out just whether he was attracted to the other male or just his caring behaviour, Jaejoong had decided to rejoin his new friends. Yet now as he heard the scarily serious tone Yoochun's voice had taken, he found himself frozen in curiosity, conveniently ignoring the fact he was eavesdropping.
“I've gone across half the country before Minnie, why would a few cities bother me?” Yoochun stated, pulling off his glasses and wiping them absently on the hem of his shirt.
“...Things aren't like that any more Yoochun Hyung.” Changmin sighed.
“Are you kidding me? When your dad answered the phone last night I nearly had a heart attack.” Yoochun snapped, hand flailing slightly in exasperation. “I thought something had happened again.”
“No.” Changmin droned, not bothering to expand on his words, ignoring the encouraging prods to the shoulder.
“I had to come round, I thought your dad had gone all Psycho-General on you again and put you in hospital again.” Yoochun continued with a sigh, tugging his ponytail free and allowing his hair to sway into his vision. “I see I was only half right.”
“What's that supposed to mean?!” Changmin snapped turning back round, having been previously staring at his feet.
“I've known you for years Changmin, been beside you through years of drills and trials, even if I can't see them, I know you've got injuries, you're doing your 'I'm fine, possibly internally bleeding, but fine, don't worry about me' walk.” Yoochun explained, choosing not to comment on the fact Changmin wouldn't look at him. “I'm guessing you told Jaejoong Hyung that it was routine? Or some other bull you always try to pull?”
“Jaejoong Hyung has enough problems with the idiots at School, he doesn't need this as well.” Changmin sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Besides, like I said, it's not like that now.”
“I'll believe you for now.” Yoochun replied after a moment. “However, if I get wind that it's getting worse, or that you've been lying to me, There'll be hell to pay.”
“Here you go Hyung, you can have my bed.” Changmin stated a few hours later, gesturing towards his bed as he smiled at Jaejoong.
Tilting his head curiously, Jaejoong pointed at Changmin, before signing the word 'sleep', smiling slightly when Changmin recognised the sign after repeating it on his own hands.
“Oh, I'll be sleeping on the floor. I've got a futon I can use. I'd rather you used the bed. I have a habit of rolling over and falling out.” Changmin explained with a small giggle.
After his talk with Yoochun, Jaejoong had arrived back in the room and had gone straight back to his sketchbook, Changmin had initially gone to ask if the blond was alright, however Yoochun had declared he wanted revenge before jumping down onto the floor once more, picking up the controller and demanding Changmin had given him a rematch. In fact, neither of them paid attention to the time, until Yoochun had noticed Jaejoong was nodding off against the sofa back whilst trying to stifle a yawn of his own.
Yoochun had gone home ten minutes earlier, despite Changmin's protests, claiming he was scarier then anything that would risk trying to murder or attack him. Jaejoong hadn't liked the idea either, however he'd barely been able to keep his eyes open so Changmin reluctantly agreed, making the red head promise to text him once he was home.
“I'll go get changed in the bathroom because I want to get a shower, do you want one?” Changmin questioned, before continuing as Jaejoong shook his head with a small yawn. “ you can get changed in here if you want and then get straight into bed? You look ready to pass out.” Changmin stated before picking up his sleepwear and stepping into his en suite and pushing the door to, before stripping down and stepping into the shower.
Nodding to himself, Jaejoong carefully pulled his uniform off and folded it up next to his bags, before pulling on his sleep sweats and thick wife beater and climbing into the huge, newly neatened bed. His head barely touching the pillows before he sank into his dreams.
Changmin however, merely sighed as he leant his head against the tiling, allowing the water to flow over his head and down over his back, the heat slowly unravelling the tension in his tender muscles. He was happy Yoochun had finally gone home, he hadn't intended for Jaejoong to meet the insanity that was his best friend just yet, Yoochun was a force to reckon with and Changmin had worried that his brash personality would have Jaejoong cowering away inside his own silence like he had been on the day he'd met him. Yet Jaejoong seemed to cope, had smiled on various occasions and appeared to have a controlling hold on the red head, that up till now, only he had possessed.
Slamming his fist against the tiles, Changmin groaned, thinking about Yoochun was doing nothing to help the tension in his shoulders, it did nothing but brought back memories of their little talk earlier and he was overwhelmed with how much he was overcome with the urge to smack his best friend. Yoochun had always been intuitive to a fault, but Changmin hated people invading his private life without his permission, especially when it was uncalled for.
As he stepped out of the shower cubicle, Changmin caught sight of his spine in the slightly fogged mirror, the mixture of tanned skin and developed muscle marred by a variation of white scars littered across it. Snapping his attention away from the mirror, Changmin dried himself off before slipping into his sleep pants, muttering to himself all the while.
“Aish...what the hell is wrong with you Shim Changmin.” He sighed, before trudging back into his bedroom, not bothering to pull a shirt on over his head, too busy cursing his best friend for his interfering ways of showing he cared. Depositing the towel in the laundry basket along with his uniform, Changmin turned back to check if Jaejoong was still awake before grinding to a halt, eyes wide as he stared.
Jaejoong was now sprawled on his back across the bed, head tilted upwards slightly, exposing his slender neck to the room as his blond tresses fanned out across the pillow like a bright halo, the covers pooled around his slim waist,one arm tucked up under the pillow, the other across his stomach, fingers clenched into the material of his top. Lips parted slightly, soft puffs of air escaping as his eyelids fluttered gently. Without his uniform on, Changmin realised just how small the other male really was, his entire frame appeared to be drowning in the Younger male's huge bed.
Starting slightly, Changmin realised he'd been staring rather incessantly at his new friend and quickly dropped down onto his futon, and crawled under his sheet, tucking the covers under his armpits, stretching his arm over his head to pluck his newly returned phone off his bedside table to await his best friend's text. He normally had no problem with falling asleep on a night, the futon wasn't as comfortable as his luxury king sized bed, yet he'd slept on far less nicer things, sometimes having nothing to sleep on but the floor. But for some reason tonight he was wired.
He blamed Yoochun, he'd riled him up once again with talks about his past, Changmin could easily have brought up the red heads own past, his own sets of scars, he wasn't perfect, despite the fact Yoochun's scars were all from self inflicted accidents that had normally ended in Changmin stepping in to resolve whatever had gone on.
Rolling onto his side, Changmin found himself staring up at the bedside, he could just about hear the long, deep breaths of his room mate, the sound was almost soothing, the soft snuffles as Jaejoong shifted starting to relax him. As he watched, Jaejoong rolled over, soft tendrils of blond just visible now against the edge of the pillow, his slender arm now dangling slightly from the mattress and for a small moment Changmin was concerned the elder was going to do his trick and roll out of bed. He soon, however, became entranced as he watched the slender fingers twitch slightly, he'd seen the movement before, on those rare occasions Yoochun managed to get behind a piano and he wondered briefly if Jaejoong was as brilliant a pianist as he was an artist.
Feeling his phone buzz against his chest, Changmin sighed and dragged his eyes away from his Hyung's arms, flipping open his phone as the top screen informed him it was from Yoochun.
Getting picked up. Text mum she went ape at me. Lucky for me she was in the area visiting friends. Sorry about earlier. I worry about you sometimes. I'll come round later in the week yeah? Please? No taking advantage of Joongie while your alone OK~
Groaning, Changmin snapped his phone shut and tossed it onto the floor beside his head, his best friend was too much sometimes, he still to this day wondered just how they had become such close friends in the first place. Hearing his phone buzz again Changmin retrieved his phone once more, Dreading what it would say.
That is unless Joongie gives you permission ;-) then by all means go ahead.~
“Babo.” Changmin sighed, repeating his earlier action before turning over and closing his eyes, the soft noises of Jaejoong sleeping soon lulling him asleep.