Coffee Bastard, Part 1
Title: Coffee Bastard: Changtique Shoppe, The Sequel
Pairings/Characters: Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin, Heechul/Yunho
Rating/Warnings: T for language and (eventual) making out
Disclaimer: I own nothing; written just for fun
Summary: Yoochun is a hopeful idiot. Junsu needs to grow a pair. Ryeowook is a genius who bakes delicious cake.
A/N: So yeah, if you haven't read The Changtique Shoppe, you should probably read that first. Cheers! (cross posted to AO3)
Coffee Bastard, Part 1
"Yoochun, fix him! Fix your roommate now!” A breathless Jaejoong burst through the front door and Yoochun could hear his sneakers hit the wall as he violently kicked them off.
“Jae, I said to drop it.” Changmin didn’t sound like he was in much of a better mood than Jaejoong, although he did close the door to the stairs behind him instead of slamming it, so that was a good sign. Probably.
“Yoochunnie~!” Jaejoong dumped his purple designer handbag onto a pile of paperwork that Yoochun had painstakingly spread across the simply elegant cherry finish Queen Anne dining room table and skated across the floor on fuzzy pink socks to wind his arms around his best friend’s neck. “Pleeease!”
“Ok.” Yoochun patted Jaejoong’s wrist placatingly before saving the last bit of coding he had just completed to his hard drive. “Should I clobber the idiot for you?”
“Already tried that. Didn’t work.” Jaejoong was probably pouting full force now, bottom lip puffing out and eyes dark with offense. Yoochun, however, couldn’t see him from that angle and was therefore fortunately immune to his charms. At least for the time being.
“And it’s not going to work, nothing is. Especially not if you keep whining.” Changmin glided into the living room, still in his heavy wool coat. He folded his arms tightly across his chest and leaned back against the wall opposite Yoochun’s recliner, careful not to scrape the decorative buttons on the back of his pea coat against his prized dutch blue sprigged vintage wall paper.
“Um, is there...some kind of problem? Ow!” Yoochun rubbed at the stinging spot on his cheek where Jaejoong had just pinched him, hard, and with maximum fingernail damage capacity. Now both men were glaring, and at Yoochun; he could feel Jaejoong’s sharp gaze boring a tunnel through the back of his skull.
Yoochun shifted uncomfortably in his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed for a brief second before straightening up in his chair. He really wanted to take this opportune pause in the quarreling to suggest they break out the soju and resolve their differences over a friendly little game of Tetris or DDR, but something sinister snaking in his gut and mirrored in Changmin’s dark eyes told him it would be safest to keep his mouth shut.
“The problem is,” Jaejoong finally snapped, standing and stalking over to Changmin to stab a bony finger into his boyfriend’s chest, “that Changminnie doesn’t trust me!” Jaejoong’s accusation finished with a high wail, whether of despair or outrage Yoochun wasn’t quite sure.
“Ok, well, um--”
“The problem,” Changmin cut in with a voice dripping arsenic icicles, “is that there is not actually a problem here! Hyung, you are being ridiculous, and it’s my decision either way because it’s my family and--”
“Your family? Why don’t I have any say in this! They’ll be my family too as soon as we get married! Actually, no, just as soon as we get engaged, because--!”
“OhmygodJaejoongshutup!”
Both Jaejoong and Yoochun froze, eyes plastered open, when Changmin’s voice hit a high E flat with a strangled scream.
“Um, Minnie, I think--”
“I don’t want to ever hear you say the ‘M’ word in front of me, ever again!” Changmin’s chest heaved like a life raft adrift on stormy seas, his lips twitching and his breaths coming harshly through flaring nostrils. Yoochun would be annoyed about being interrupted if he weren’t so relieved that Changmin’s evil eyes weren’t burning into him at the moment.
“Fine! I hope you have a horrible holiday with your horrible family next weekend! And don’t even think about calling me to bring you soup if you catch pneumonia! Because what would happen if your mother saw me when I delivered it? Huh?” Jaejoong shoved at Changmin’s shoulders again, his fingernails scrabbling for purchase on the dense boiled wool of his coat collar. “I don’t know, Shim Changmin, tell me! Would the earth explode? Would the--!”
“Just stop!” Changmin forced Jaejoong aside with a fist to his collarbone and strode briskly down the hall to his room. He emerged moments later in Yoochun’s favorite blue hoodie from Tokyo Disneyland, carrying his computer bag. “I’m going to the coffee shop,” Changmin nodded to Yoochun, his voice issuing deceptively calm from inside the hood although his shoulders were still trembling underneath the thick sweater. “And don’t follow me!” he snapped at Jaejoong, not sparing him a second glance before stomping through the kitchen.
“Minnie, it’s cold, don’t forget your coat and--”
“Well, I’m going home!” Jaejoong called after Changmin in a tremulous voice, cutting off Yoochun’s reminder. “Don’t you follow me either!”
Changmin closed the door in answer, slamming it soundly this time. Yoochun took a deep breath and plucked at the ragged cuff of his other favorite hoodie from Tokyo Disneyland, the red one that he happened to be wearing.
“Do you want some coffee, or…”
“No, Chun-ah,” Jaejoong whispered, his gaze at his pink fuzzy feet. “I’ll...go home now.” His hushed voice choked on the last few words as he dragged himself towards the door. “Happy Lunar New Year if I don’t see you again before, before…!” Jaejoong broke off with a loud sniff and Yoochun closed his computer with a sigh.
“Jae.” Jaejoong paused in his tracks at heat of Yoochun’s gentle touch on his arm but didn’t turn to face him. “You know...you guys have barely been dating for a month. Maybe Changmin just--”
“Don’t want to talk about it,” Jaejoong gritted out through a clenched jaw, stiffening under Yoochun’s hand at the mention of Changmin’s name.
“Ok…” Yoochun squeezed Jaejoong’s shoulder and gave him a gentle shove towards the door. “Drive safe, dumbass. I’m only a call away if you need me.”
“Whatever, idiot,” Jaejoong laughed softly, turning to give Yoochun a wobbly smile as he toed on his sneakers. “Happy Holidays.”
“Happy New Year.” Jaejoong closed the door softly behind him.
Yoochun sighed again and scrubbed at his eyes with stiff fingers. Coffee actually sounded really good, now that he was all distracted from working. Maybe he should just head over to the cafe, too. Yoochun yawned and started to stretch lazily but hurried back into the living room at the sound of his phone buzzing against the hard case of his laptop. He crossed his fingers and sincerely hoped that no one was calling him in tears today.
“Hello?”
“Yoochun! Good morning!” Ryeowook’s cheery voice was a pleasant surprise after the domestic disturbance Yoochun had just had to sit through.
“What’s up?”
“Is Changmin around? He isn’t answering his cell phone, as per usual.” Ryeowook sighed, sounding a little exasperated, but it was a fond annoyance, if anything.
“Well, he just headed your way. Should be walking in the door any minute now,” Yoochun said, hoping that when Changmin said “I’m going to the coffee shop” it hadn’t actually been code for “I’m going to my favorite bar to get smashed before noon”. You could never really be sure with a thoroughly put out Changmin, although a thoroughly put out Jaejoong was arguably more unpredictable.
“Perfect~!” Ryeowook hummed. “Actually, do you think you could pop over for a bit too?”
“Sure, I guess.” Yoochun scratched at the back of his neck and looked guiltily over to his computer and the stacks of files waiting to be sorted. He shook his head to himself. Not right now. After all, the whole pile would still be waiting for him when he came back refreshed and fully caffeinated. “Sure. Be there in a few.”
“Good. I have...an announcement to make,” Ryeowook explained solemnly before hanging up the phone. Yoochun stared at the blinking notification on his screen for a moment before slouching across the living room to collect his coat and gloves. Well, this was sure shaping up to be an eventful morning.
Pairings/Characters: Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin, Heechul/Yunho
Rating/Warnings: T for language and (eventual) making out
Disclaimer: I own nothing; written just for fun
Summary: Yoochun is a hopeful idiot. Junsu needs to grow a pair. Ryeowook is a genius who bakes delicious cake.
A/N: So yeah, if you haven't read The Changtique Shoppe, you should probably read that first. Cheers! (cross posted to AO3)
Coffee Bastard, Part 1
"Yoochun, fix him! Fix your roommate now!” A breathless Jaejoong burst through the front door and Yoochun could hear his sneakers hit the wall as he violently kicked them off.
“Jae, I said to drop it.” Changmin didn’t sound like he was in much of a better mood than Jaejoong, although he did close the door to the stairs behind him instead of slamming it, so that was a good sign. Probably.
“Yoochunnie~!” Jaejoong dumped his purple designer handbag onto a pile of paperwork that Yoochun had painstakingly spread across the simply elegant cherry finish Queen Anne dining room table and skated across the floor on fuzzy pink socks to wind his arms around his best friend’s neck. “Pleeease!”
“Ok.” Yoochun patted Jaejoong’s wrist placatingly before saving the last bit of coding he had just completed to his hard drive. “Should I clobber the idiot for you?”
“Already tried that. Didn’t work.” Jaejoong was probably pouting full force now, bottom lip puffing out and eyes dark with offense. Yoochun, however, couldn’t see him from that angle and was therefore fortunately immune to his charms. At least for the time being.
“And it’s not going to work, nothing is. Especially not if you keep whining.” Changmin glided into the living room, still in his heavy wool coat. He folded his arms tightly across his chest and leaned back against the wall opposite Yoochun’s recliner, careful not to scrape the decorative buttons on the back of his pea coat against his prized dutch blue sprigged vintage wall paper.
“Um, is there...some kind of problem? Ow!” Yoochun rubbed at the stinging spot on his cheek where Jaejoong had just pinched him, hard, and with maximum fingernail damage capacity. Now both men were glaring, and at Yoochun; he could feel Jaejoong’s sharp gaze boring a tunnel through the back of his skull.
Yoochun shifted uncomfortably in his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed for a brief second before straightening up in his chair. He really wanted to take this opportune pause in the quarreling to suggest they break out the soju and resolve their differences over a friendly little game of Tetris or DDR, but something sinister snaking in his gut and mirrored in Changmin’s dark eyes told him it would be safest to keep his mouth shut.
“The problem is,” Jaejoong finally snapped, standing and stalking over to Changmin to stab a bony finger into his boyfriend’s chest, “that Changminnie doesn’t trust me!” Jaejoong’s accusation finished with a high wail, whether of despair or outrage Yoochun wasn’t quite sure.
“Ok, well, um--”
“The problem,” Changmin cut in with a voice dripping arsenic icicles, “is that there is not actually a problem here! Hyung, you are being ridiculous, and it’s my decision either way because it’s my family and--”
“Your family? Why don’t I have any say in this! They’ll be my family too as soon as we get married! Actually, no, just as soon as we get engaged, because--!”
“OhmygodJaejoongshutup!”
Both Jaejoong and Yoochun froze, eyes plastered open, when Changmin’s voice hit a high E flat with a strangled scream.
“Um, Minnie, I think--”
“I don’t want to ever hear you say the ‘M’ word in front of me, ever again!” Changmin’s chest heaved like a life raft adrift on stormy seas, his lips twitching and his breaths coming harshly through flaring nostrils. Yoochun would be annoyed about being interrupted if he weren’t so relieved that Changmin’s evil eyes weren’t burning into him at the moment.
“Fine! I hope you have a horrible holiday with your horrible family next weekend! And don’t even think about calling me to bring you soup if you catch pneumonia! Because what would happen if your mother saw me when I delivered it? Huh?” Jaejoong shoved at Changmin’s shoulders again, his fingernails scrabbling for purchase on the dense boiled wool of his coat collar. “I don’t know, Shim Changmin, tell me! Would the earth explode? Would the--!”
“Just stop!” Changmin forced Jaejoong aside with a fist to his collarbone and strode briskly down the hall to his room. He emerged moments later in Yoochun’s favorite blue hoodie from Tokyo Disneyland, carrying his computer bag. “I’m going to the coffee shop,” Changmin nodded to Yoochun, his voice issuing deceptively calm from inside the hood although his shoulders were still trembling underneath the thick sweater. “And don’t follow me!” he snapped at Jaejoong, not sparing him a second glance before stomping through the kitchen.
“Minnie, it’s cold, don’t forget your coat and--”
“Well, I’m going home!” Jaejoong called after Changmin in a tremulous voice, cutting off Yoochun’s reminder. “Don’t you follow me either!”
Changmin closed the door in answer, slamming it soundly this time. Yoochun took a deep breath and plucked at the ragged cuff of his other favorite hoodie from Tokyo Disneyland, the red one that he happened to be wearing.
“Do you want some coffee, or…”
“No, Chun-ah,” Jaejoong whispered, his gaze at his pink fuzzy feet. “I’ll...go home now.” His hushed voice choked on the last few words as he dragged himself towards the door. “Happy Lunar New Year if I don’t see you again before, before…!” Jaejoong broke off with a loud sniff and Yoochun closed his computer with a sigh.
“Jae.” Jaejoong paused in his tracks at heat of Yoochun’s gentle touch on his arm but didn’t turn to face him. “You know...you guys have barely been dating for a month. Maybe Changmin just--”
“Don’t want to talk about it,” Jaejoong gritted out through a clenched jaw, stiffening under Yoochun’s hand at the mention of Changmin’s name.
“Ok…” Yoochun squeezed Jaejoong’s shoulder and gave him a gentle shove towards the door. “Drive safe, dumbass. I’m only a call away if you need me.”
“Whatever, idiot,” Jaejoong laughed softly, turning to give Yoochun a wobbly smile as he toed on his sneakers. “Happy Holidays.”
“Happy New Year.” Jaejoong closed the door softly behind him.
Yoochun sighed again and scrubbed at his eyes with stiff fingers. Coffee actually sounded really good, now that he was all distracted from working. Maybe he should just head over to the cafe, too. Yoochun yawned and started to stretch lazily but hurried back into the living room at the sound of his phone buzzing against the hard case of his laptop. He crossed his fingers and sincerely hoped that no one was calling him in tears today.
“Hello?”
“Yoochun! Good morning!” Ryeowook’s cheery voice was a pleasant surprise after the domestic disturbance Yoochun had just had to sit through.
“What’s up?”
“Is Changmin around? He isn’t answering his cell phone, as per usual.” Ryeowook sighed, sounding a little exasperated, but it was a fond annoyance, if anything.
“Well, he just headed your way. Should be walking in the door any minute now,” Yoochun said, hoping that when Changmin said “I’m going to the coffee shop” it hadn’t actually been code for “I’m going to my favorite bar to get smashed before noon”. You could never really be sure with a thoroughly put out Changmin, although a thoroughly put out Jaejoong was arguably more unpredictable.
“Perfect~!” Ryeowook hummed. “Actually, do you think you could pop over for a bit too?”
“Sure, I guess.” Yoochun scratched at the back of his neck and looked guiltily over to his computer and the stacks of files waiting to be sorted. He shook his head to himself. Not right now. After all, the whole pile would still be waiting for him when he came back refreshed and fully caffeinated. “Sure. Be there in a few.”
“Good. I have...an announcement to make,” Ryeowook explained solemnly before hanging up the phone. Yoochun stared at the blinking notification on his screen for a moment before slouching across the living room to collect his coat and gloves. Well, this was sure shaping up to be an eventful morning.