[One Shot] Cook for Us Please, Hyung
Title : Cook for Us, Hyung
Length : One Shot (1712 words)
Author : lollyribena
Pairing : Yunjae
Rating : G
Genre : Humour, Fluff, Crack
Summary : When the members tries all ways to persuade Jaejoong to cook again.
Adopted plot bunny from silverdeer .& this was her plot ;
-on another show dbsk said that jae joong NOT been cooking alot lately (due to schedule... and all of them (minus jae) said that they missed jae's cooking .. so maybe a oneshot of them cutely finding ways to get jae to cook?
# Attempt 1
“ Opps. Sorry.”
“ Yah Junsu ! What’re you doing ! You-you.. oh. Oh. Jaejoongah ! Look what Junsu did ! “
“ What !? Can’t you handle the mess for once? Do I look like a mess cleaner? “
“ But-but, Jaejoongah, didn’t you ask us not to step into your kitchen yesterday? You even asked Changmin to print out the rules ! See, it’s even pasted on the refrigerator. “
Jaejoong stomped out of his room and glared at Yunho, Junsu, the ugly, red mess on the floor and back to both of them.
“ Get out of my kitchen ! And what might be the red blob on the floor, Junsu ?! “
“ Erm, that is yo-your kimbab sauce. “
“ My kimbab sauce you .. MY KIMBAB SAUCE? The one I bought from Japan ?! You little rascal, scoop it up for me right now ! Do you know how hard was it for me to search for it?! I scoured - "
“ But, hyung, look. There’s a sheet of oil paper underneath it ! Your sauce is saved ! 3 cheers for the savior ! “, Junsu claimed while clasping his hands. A bright red blotch appeared at his cheeks. Yunho nudged him at the side. Acting isn’t exactly Junsu’s forte.
“ Oh really. So you’re telling me, you accidentally poured my kimbab sauce and miraculously, there’s a sheet of oil paper underneath it. Is that what you’re trying to tell me, my sweet angelic Junsu? “
Yunho squirmed with that remark, clearly not being happy his Boojae called Junsu with such an endearment. Junsu, however was thrown off the remark and was left with his mouth gape open.
“ I.. the.. urm.. that.. urm, yeah. Yeah, it happened like what you said. I swear I have nothing to do with it “, realizing his slip, he added, “ I mean with the mess. With the oil paper. With the spilled sauce. “
Jaejoong turned his back on the both of them and carefully scooped his kimbab sauce back into a bowl while muttering unheard-of curse words. From his back, he could hear feet shuffling and heated conversation.
“ You know, you’re lucky to have me as the band umma. “
“ Yeah, yeah, we know hyung, cause you cook the best kimbab we’ve eaten. Tons better than the shop across the post office. “
“ No. You’re lucky cause I’m smart enough to see through your lie. And, please ask Changmin to act next time. You reek in acting. My Vicky would have done a better job.”
He stood up and left a red-face Junsu and a slightly abashed Yunho in the kitchen.
# Attempt 2
“ Jaejoong hyung ! Hyung, hyung, come out quick ! “
“ Mmm ? “
“ Come, come, quick ! “
Jaejoong sighed and stopped typing. He saved his work, minimize them and walked out of his room to the noise. Giggles and squeaks of dolphin Su and a few -shhhs rang from the living room.
“ Hyung, Changmin’s getting a high fever !”, Junsu took the slightly sticky forehead thermometer off Changmin’s forehead and thrust it on Jaejoong’s palm. Jaejoong gave a half-hearted glance to it. It was 38.5 degrees.
“ … -hyung. "
“ Yes, Changmin? “
“ I donwana die. I’m too good-looking to leave this world... “
“ Shut up, Min. You’re not going to die or leave this world without my permission. “
Again, dolphin squeaks followed by struggled coughs.
“ Junsu, you’re coming down with a sore throat too? I have plenty of cough drops in the kitchen cabinet. Go and get one now. “
“ Uh no, no. I’m fine. Just need a glass of water.. “
With that, Junsu was up and about, gone to the kitchen as fast his legs could carry him. Not that it was really far anyway. Out of the corner of his eyes, Jaejoong saw Changmin muttering with his eyes roll up.
“ What is it, Changmin? “
“ Nothing, hyung ah.. “
“ Mm ? “
“ Can you -sneeze- do me a favour.. please? A -brings up his thumb and index finger to emphasize- tiny favour ? “
“ What is it? “
“ I wanna -cough- eat your Jjigae, please.. “
Jaejoong pull his gaze away from the kitchen and look at Changmin who now has puppy-dog eyes and a pout on his face. Jaejoong melted, just a little. But, not enough to let his guard down.
“.. but- “
“ Hyung ! What if he dies tomorrow and his last wish was to eat your home-cooked Jjigae !? How would you feel, hyung? “
Jaejoong hated it when the members pair up against him, making him look like the villain.
“ Jaejoongah.. come in here. It’s time for our activity. “
Jaejoong froze. Changmin’s look was replaced with a half-disgusted and amused look.
“ Oh my god ! You two ! Can’t you ever stop doing it ! There are other people living under this roof you know, mainly the 3 of us ! “
Yunho peeked out from the room and retorted, “ Really? I haven’t notice. Jaejoongie, come on.. I’ve already prepared the oil, the candles and crea- “
“ I can’t and I won’t hear anything ! “, Junsu shouted while closing his ears, running straight to his bedroom and slamming it shout. Then, loud music were blaring from his room.
Jaejoong glanced at Changmin but he was already gone.
“ Hmm, so much for their plan. “, Jaejoong laughed sneakily as he returns to his lover’s embrace.
# Attempt 9
A piece of paper was shoved in front of his face.
“ Hmmphh ! Geroff me ! “
“ Hyung, look ! ”, Yoochun held the printed paper in front of Jaejoong, then waited for him to read it.
“ Yoochun ah, I’m brushing my teeth.. Put it on the living room’s coffee table.. I will read it later. “
“.. oh, okay.. remember to read it ! “
Jaejoong clean and dressed himself in front of the mirror. He chuckled when he sees Yunho’s folded sweater on the bed in the mirror’s reflection. It looked far worse than the rug in the kitchen. The bed dipped as he sat on it, gently lifting Yunho’s sweater and folding it back neatly for him, then placing it on the arm of a one seater couch. He walks out and finds himself being greeted with the four members neatly perched on living room couch as if waiting on cue to be taken a picture; a family portrait to be exact. Yoochun and Junsu were sitting at a far end, giggling and whispering; occasionally a “Jae hyung” would materialize in their conversation. Jaejoong resisted grabbing his frying pan to throw at their smug looks. Changmin was staring at the clock across the room and Yunho- Yunho was resting his gaze on Jaejoong.
“ Hyung, you’re here ! Come and have a sit here. “
Junsu and Changmin shifted in their position and left a small spot for Jaejoong in the middle. Yunho frowned at the seating arrangement but thought better to leave his comment unspoken this time. This is a crucial time.
Jaejoong sat in between Junsu and Changmin gracefully and was immediately bombarded by them.
“ Jae hyung, there’s this cooking competition coming up- "
“ -yeah it’s on this Sunday ! “
“ You cook really well, Joongie, you should really go for it. “
“ Hyung, I’d think you should cook your Soup Harusame ! “
Someone clumsily throw a printed paper and it landed on Jaejoong’s lap. He took and smoothen it. Clearly, this paper has been in hands for numerous times already, by the state of its crumpled sheet and torn edges.
Annual Cooking Competition
Date : 28 September 2008
Venue : Cassiopeia Shopping Mall
Call 564-4861-7879 for reservation now !
Closing date is on the 26 September 2008
“ I’ve never heard of this, Cassiopeia Shopping Mall. Where is it? “
“ This urm-“
“ It’s a new shopping centre, hyung ! Somewhere in Seoul. “
“ Yunnie yah, borrow me your cellphone please. “
Yunho hands his cell to Jaejoong dutifully.
“ What’re you doing hyung? “
“ I’m calling the number to check if it’s legal or not. “
“ Oh alright... What ! No, no ! You can’t call that number ! I mean, whadya mean it’s not legal. Of course, it is legal, hyung. It is ! “
“ Then why are you making such a racket? And give me back that paper ! “
Changmin took the paper and ran off with it. The other members stared in amusement as Jaejoong chased Changmin all over the living room and round the dining room for the umpteenth time before he managed to pin a giggling Changmin on the floor.
“ Okay, okay, I surrender! “
He threw the wad of paper at Jaejoong and ran off to join the other members. It would be a miracle if he’d still able to read the numbers on the paper. Changmin has crushed it so badly in his hands, the whole paper looked like some salted, wrinkly veggy. He shoots a look at Changmin, who immediately shivered and hid behind Yunho. When Jaejoong’s in a bad mood, it’s best to stick to Yunho.
Jaejoong proceeded to take Yunho’s cellphone that was left on the dining table while he was "playing chasing" and punched in the numbers.
“ Five.. six four.. four six…”, Jaejoong punched the “Cancel” button and started over again, this time correctly.
“Doushite kimi wo suki ni natte shimattan darou ♫~, donna ni toki ga nagaretemo kimi wa zutto ♫~, Koko ni iru to, omotteta no ni ♫.. “
5 pairs of eyes instantly turned towards the source.
“ Junsu ah, I figure that would be yours? I didn’t know you work part time as an event organizer. I wonder what other talents you’re hiding us from “, mused Jaejoong.
Junsu gulped. The rest of the members fled to their bedroom. Fun time is over and out.
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