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what; bad bad Halloween crack
featuring; TVXQ
warnings; ...LOL
It was a dark and stormy night... well, not really. It was dark, but it wasn't stormy. Changmin was bored. Yoochun and Junsu were off playing video games and he wasn't interested. The conversation was boring. Why did it matter how many O's were in Halloween anyway? Where was everyone else? Moping along, he walked past a door and heard laughter.
"Keep quiet, you're going to wake the others."
"I'll keep quiet if you stop poking me with that tiny stick."
Of course, Changmin was intrigued. Normally, he would barge in to see what was going on, but he learned his lesson from last time.
"Why are we on the floor anyway?"
"It can get messy."
"We're always messy."
Time passed as the two in the room were silent. Changmin strained to hear anything from behind the closed door, happy to know that the others were far too busy with their spelling bee bullshit.
"You need to put both of them on."
Changmin heard the sound of something snapping against skin. Was that- Why did they need TWO?!
"Why? I'm only sticking one inside!"
If anyone started to mention fisting, Changmin was out of there.
"Ow!"
"...what?"
"Not that hard."
"Well, if you'd squeeze your thighs together, it wouldn't be a problem."
"Shut up."
"Maybe you should use your breasts."
"Shut up."
"Hasn't Yoochun done this before?"
"I wouldn't know."
"He lived in America."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything."
"Can't you be quiet for five minutes?"
"Can you?"
"Oh it feels gross. Sticky."
"It's always like that."
"It's always gross! ... and it smells bad."
Silence. Changmin heard Yunho sigh along with some crinkling of newspaper. Guess things really were going to get messy, he thought.
"Where is the book?"
"Why do we need a book?"
"There was one I wanted to try."
....Since when did Yunho need-
"I need to wash my hands."
And before Changmin could move, the door opened and his head hit the floor. "Ow," he said, looking up to find the two of them towering over him and Yunho holding a pumpkin.
"Looks like the baby wanted in on the action," Jae replied smugly, stepping over the boy, who looked sorely disappointed.
"Maybe next year. Happy Halloween, Changmin."
featuring; TVXQ
warnings; ...LOL
It was a dark and stormy night... well, not really. It was dark, but it wasn't stormy. Changmin was bored. Yoochun and Junsu were off playing video games and he wasn't interested. The conversation was boring. Why did it matter how many O's were in Halloween anyway? Where was everyone else? Moping along, he walked past a door and heard laughter.
"Keep quiet, you're going to wake the others."
"I'll keep quiet if you stop poking me with that tiny stick."
Of course, Changmin was intrigued. Normally, he would barge in to see what was going on, but he learned his lesson from last time.
"Why are we on the floor anyway?"
"It can get messy."
"We're always messy."
Time passed as the two in the room were silent. Changmin strained to hear anything from behind the closed door, happy to know that the others were far too busy with their spelling bee bullshit.
"You need to put both of them on."
Changmin heard the sound of something snapping against skin. Was that- Why did they need TWO?!
"Why? I'm only sticking one inside!"
If anyone started to mention fisting, Changmin was out of there.
"Ow!"
"...what?"
"Not that hard."
"Well, if you'd squeeze your thighs together, it wouldn't be a problem."
"Shut up."
"Maybe you should use your breasts."
"Shut up."
"Hasn't Yoochun done this before?"
"I wouldn't know."
"He lived in America."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything."
"Can't you be quiet for five minutes?"
"Can you?"
"Oh it feels gross. Sticky."
"It's always like that."
"It's always gross! ... and it smells bad."
Silence. Changmin heard Yunho sigh along with some crinkling of newspaper. Guess things really were going to get messy, he thought.
"Where is the book?"
"Why do we need a book?"
"There was one I wanted to try."
....Since when did Yunho need-
"I need to wash my hands."
And before Changmin could move, the door opened and his head hit the floor. "Ow," he said, looking up to find the two of them towering over him and Yunho holding a pumpkin.
"Looks like the baby wanted in on the action," Jae replied smugly, stepping over the boy, who looked sorely disappointed.
"Maybe next year. Happy Halloween, Changmin."