The Changtique Shoppe, 9 of 21
Title: The Changtique Shoppe
Pairings/Characters: Jaejoong/Changmin, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun, Ryeowook, Kyuhyun, Leeteuk, Donghae, Junsu, G-Dragon,
Rating/Warnings: T for language and (eventual) making out
Disclaimer: I own nothing; written just for fun
Summary: Changmin owns an antique shop. Jaejoong is an interior decorator. Ryeowook is a genius who bakes delicious cake.
A/N: (cross posted to AO3)
The Changtique Shoppe, Part 9
Changmin could feel his eyes burning before he even attempted to open them, and it only got worse from there when he tried to sit up. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down to the tip of his nose and stumbled into the kitchen. And Jaejoong.
Changmin’s voice didn’t work when he tried to use it for an indignant exclamation, which was just as well since his brain wasn’t cooperating on the syntax end of things either, so he settled for shoving Jaejoong out of the way so he could get to the sink.
Jaejoong shoved back but placed a tall glass of water in Changmin’s hands before they had a chance to punch in revenge. Jaejoong waited silently for Changmin to drain the glass, his hood slipping off as he tipped back his head to swallow greedily.
Jaejoong refilled the glass and returned it to Changmin who was panting from the exertion, face twisted into a grimace of pain.
“You look really cute with your face all scrunched up like that,” Jaejoong grinned. Changmin spluttered and choked on a mouthful.
“You. Why are you here. Where is Yoochun.”
“He left already. I’m cooking breakfast to make up for ruining your dinner plans last night.” Jaejoong actually looked the slightest bit remorseful, although that could have been just a side effect of Changmin’s blurred and double vision.
“If this is your idea of an apology--” Jaejoong cut off the start of a tirade by stabbing him in the shoulder with the end of the spatula handle.
“This is under duress, obviously. Your precious Yoochun threatened me with software corruption and Roman horses and hacking and--”
“You mean Trojan horses?” Jaejoong glared but otherwise ignored the interruption.
“And a horrible and untimely and very unfashionable death, and...and also because I can’t let my dongsaeng run around Chungbuk and who knows where else looking like this.” Jaejoong poked at a gaunt cheek beneath a dark rimmed eye.
“Did you lose weight, Min-ah. You look thin.” Changmin snorted and slapped his hand away.
“Says the anorexic fashion addict. No, I’m pretty sure I gained a ton this month, between Ryeowook’s cake and all the soju.” Jaejoong frowned.
“Why all the soju. Is there something bothering you, Min-ah. I can kick whoever’s ass if you tell me.” He shoved a bowl of haejangguk into Changmin’s hands and Changmin started drinking. Their conversation had suddenly taken a detour into dangerous territory and the easiest way at present to not say something stupid or incriminating was to fill his mouth and keep it filled.
Jaejoong handed him a spoon from the dish drain as Changmin raised his head from the bowl to chew a mouthful of beef and cabbage leaves. Changmin looked up at Jaejoong as he wiped his mouth on his sweater sleeve, and wow was that a mistake.
Jaejoong’s eyes were suddenly two shades deeper black than they had been the moment before, and there was something vulnerable and exposed in the depths of them, something Changmin really didn’t want to think about. He gulped down his mouthful and lowered his head to the bowl again, ignoring the spoon.
“What exactly were you drinking last night. You look awful.” Changmin shifted uncomfortably at the note of concern in Jaejoong's voice. This was not how their relationship worked. Jaejoong was always the one needing something, like a ride or a drink or a lot attention. Changmin didn't know what to say, so he kept chewing and drained the rest of the broth. Jaejoong refilled his bowl too.
“Do you want some pajeon.” Changmin shook his head no. Food did sound kind of wonderful, but the clawing rodents that had taken up residence in his gut sometime during the night were making him think that going back to bed was a safer option.
“I’m fine. You can leave now.”
“Such appreciation for all my hard work." Jaejoong's arms were folded against a lazily slouching chest. A chest clothed in only a thin T-shirt that showed off his piercing and also the sculpted outlines of his-- No. Changmin was not thinking about that right now. He was thinking about coffee and then a lot more sleep and--
"This kitchen is a mess...and you don't look healthy enought to clean it up yourself..." Jaejoong protested weakly, not making any move towards vacating the premises.
“And Yoochun owes me one. Goodbye, Jaejoong.”
“I’m gonna finish cooking the rest of this batter.” Jaejoong’s tone was defiant and it was too early in the morning for trying to win losing arguments.
“Fine.” Changmin opened a cabinet and to rummage for the instant coffee and put the kettle on to boil. It was taking a long time for the water to heat, twice as long as it normally did, he felt, and the kitchen was also getting increasingly warm. Unbearably warm.
Changmin fidgeted as he waited impatiently for Jaejoong to quit his dawdling and leave. He stared at Kim Yuna’s smiling face on the coffee label. He stared at his collection of copper gelatin molds arranged carefully on the display shelf above the sink. He stared at the crack in the plaster above the doorway to the dining room. Changmin stared everywhere except where his eyes were automatically drawn. Everywhere except Jaejoong’s not-adorable concentrating face as he flipped jeon in a frying pan, the tip of his pink tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth.
Ok. It was time for Changmin to go back to bed again.
Changmin reached for the kettle to fill his mug, even though it wasn’t even near whistling yet.
And then the phone rang. Not Changmin’s for once, though, it was definitely Jaejoong’s phone that was ringing to the tune of 2AM’s “Moment”. Changmin smirked as Jaejoong fumbled the spatula into the sink before nearly dropping his buzzing phone into the suds as well. He languidly stirred his coffee, spooning a generous amount of sugar into the steaming liquid as he watched Jaejoong recover his composure and answer his phone.
In Japanese.
Changmin frowned, rinsing the spoon and dropping it into the sink. Since when did Jaejoong speak flawless Japanese? He took a sip from his mug. Jaejoong was going on about some kind of order of insulating foam and upholstery glue, but Changmin could really care less. He was looking forward to a quiet house all to himself-
Wait. Jaejoong was on the phone in Japanese. Changmin choked on his next swallow of coffee as Jaejoong finished his phone call with an enthusiastic “Thank you very much!”, just in time to pound Changmin between his shoulder blades.
“You!” Changmin gasped between splutters. “You totally knew what bukkake was and you--!” He dumped his coffee into the sink and started shoving Jaejoong towards the door.
“Changmin? Changmin wait! I wanted to talk to you about--!” Changmin slammed the front door in his face, his hands shaking in anger. He locked the lock and the deadbolt and shoved the back of the nearest chair under the door handle for good measure. One never knew what a devious Jaejoong might try next.
Changmin locked the window in his bedroom as well before burying his still aching head under three down pillows. Today was not happening. He might never get out of bed again, but if he did, he was definitely not speaking to a certain someone. Never ever.
Part 8, Part 10
Pairings/Characters: Jaejoong/Changmin, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun, Ryeowook, Kyuhyun, Leeteuk, Donghae, Junsu, G-Dragon,
Rating/Warnings: T for language and (eventual) making out
Disclaimer: I own nothing; written just for fun
Summary: Changmin owns an antique shop. Jaejoong is an interior decorator. Ryeowook is a genius who bakes delicious cake.
A/N: (cross posted to AO3)
The Changtique Shoppe, Part 9
Changmin could feel his eyes burning before he even attempted to open them, and it only got worse from there when he tried to sit up. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down to the tip of his nose and stumbled into the kitchen. And Jaejoong.
Changmin’s voice didn’t work when he tried to use it for an indignant exclamation, which was just as well since his brain wasn’t cooperating on the syntax end of things either, so he settled for shoving Jaejoong out of the way so he could get to the sink.
Jaejoong shoved back but placed a tall glass of water in Changmin’s hands before they had a chance to punch in revenge. Jaejoong waited silently for Changmin to drain the glass, his hood slipping off as he tipped back his head to swallow greedily.
Jaejoong refilled the glass and returned it to Changmin who was panting from the exertion, face twisted into a grimace of pain.
“You look really cute with your face all scrunched up like that,” Jaejoong grinned. Changmin spluttered and choked on a mouthful.
“You. Why are you here. Where is Yoochun.”
“He left already. I’m cooking breakfast to make up for ruining your dinner plans last night.” Jaejoong actually looked the slightest bit remorseful, although that could have been just a side effect of Changmin’s blurred and double vision.
“If this is your idea of an apology--” Jaejoong cut off the start of a tirade by stabbing him in the shoulder with the end of the spatula handle.
“This is under duress, obviously. Your precious Yoochun threatened me with software corruption and Roman horses and hacking and--”
“You mean Trojan horses?” Jaejoong glared but otherwise ignored the interruption.
“And a horrible and untimely and very unfashionable death, and...and also because I can’t let my dongsaeng run around Chungbuk and who knows where else looking like this.” Jaejoong poked at a gaunt cheek beneath a dark rimmed eye.
“Did you lose weight, Min-ah. You look thin.” Changmin snorted and slapped his hand away.
“Says the anorexic fashion addict. No, I’m pretty sure I gained a ton this month, between Ryeowook’s cake and all the soju.” Jaejoong frowned.
“Why all the soju. Is there something bothering you, Min-ah. I can kick whoever’s ass if you tell me.” He shoved a bowl of haejangguk into Changmin’s hands and Changmin started drinking. Their conversation had suddenly taken a detour into dangerous territory and the easiest way at present to not say something stupid or incriminating was to fill his mouth and keep it filled.
Jaejoong handed him a spoon from the dish drain as Changmin raised his head from the bowl to chew a mouthful of beef and cabbage leaves. Changmin looked up at Jaejoong as he wiped his mouth on his sweater sleeve, and wow was that a mistake.
Jaejoong’s eyes were suddenly two shades deeper black than they had been the moment before, and there was something vulnerable and exposed in the depths of them, something Changmin really didn’t want to think about. He gulped down his mouthful and lowered his head to the bowl again, ignoring the spoon.
“What exactly were you drinking last night. You look awful.” Changmin shifted uncomfortably at the note of concern in Jaejoong's voice. This was not how their relationship worked. Jaejoong was always the one needing something, like a ride or a drink or a lot attention. Changmin didn't know what to say, so he kept chewing and drained the rest of the broth. Jaejoong refilled his bowl too.
“Do you want some pajeon.” Changmin shook his head no. Food did sound kind of wonderful, but the clawing rodents that had taken up residence in his gut sometime during the night were making him think that going back to bed was a safer option.
“I’m fine. You can leave now.”
“Such appreciation for all my hard work." Jaejoong's arms were folded against a lazily slouching chest. A chest clothed in only a thin T-shirt that showed off his piercing and also the sculpted outlines of his-- No. Changmin was not thinking about that right now. He was thinking about coffee and then a lot more sleep and--
"This kitchen is a mess...and you don't look healthy enought to clean it up yourself..." Jaejoong protested weakly, not making any move towards vacating the premises.
“And Yoochun owes me one. Goodbye, Jaejoong.”
“I’m gonna finish cooking the rest of this batter.” Jaejoong’s tone was defiant and it was too early in the morning for trying to win losing arguments.
“Fine.” Changmin opened a cabinet and to rummage for the instant coffee and put the kettle on to boil. It was taking a long time for the water to heat, twice as long as it normally did, he felt, and the kitchen was also getting increasingly warm. Unbearably warm.
Changmin fidgeted as he waited impatiently for Jaejoong to quit his dawdling and leave. He stared at Kim Yuna’s smiling face on the coffee label. He stared at his collection of copper gelatin molds arranged carefully on the display shelf above the sink. He stared at the crack in the plaster above the doorway to the dining room. Changmin stared everywhere except where his eyes were automatically drawn. Everywhere except Jaejoong’s not-adorable concentrating face as he flipped jeon in a frying pan, the tip of his pink tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth.
Ok. It was time for Changmin to go back to bed again.
Changmin reached for the kettle to fill his mug, even though it wasn’t even near whistling yet.
And then the phone rang. Not Changmin’s for once, though, it was definitely Jaejoong’s phone that was ringing to the tune of 2AM’s “Moment”. Changmin smirked as Jaejoong fumbled the spatula into the sink before nearly dropping his buzzing phone into the suds as well. He languidly stirred his coffee, spooning a generous amount of sugar into the steaming liquid as he watched Jaejoong recover his composure and answer his phone.
In Japanese.
Changmin frowned, rinsing the spoon and dropping it into the sink. Since when did Jaejoong speak flawless Japanese? He took a sip from his mug. Jaejoong was going on about some kind of order of insulating foam and upholstery glue, but Changmin could really care less. He was looking forward to a quiet house all to himself-
Wait. Jaejoong was on the phone in Japanese. Changmin choked on his next swallow of coffee as Jaejoong finished his phone call with an enthusiastic “Thank you very much!”, just in time to pound Changmin between his shoulder blades.
“You!” Changmin gasped between splutters. “You totally knew what bukkake was and you--!” He dumped his coffee into the sink and started shoving Jaejoong towards the door.
“Changmin? Changmin wait! I wanted to talk to you about--!” Changmin slammed the front door in his face, his hands shaking in anger. He locked the lock and the deadbolt and shoved the back of the nearest chair under the door handle for good measure. One never knew what a devious Jaejoong might try next.
Changmin locked the window in his bedroom as well before burying his still aching head under three down pillows. Today was not happening. He might never get out of bed again, but if he did, he was definitely not speaking to a certain someone. Never ever.
Part 8, Part 10