Jealousy
Junsu thinks he might be just a tad bit jealous. But come on, who wouldn’t be?
They’re always together, holding hands, arms looped, lip locked, always in some kind of physical contact. Always giggling to each other, laughing themselves silly about the stupidest of things. And Junsu just wants a piece.
He finds his chance when Changmin steals a peek at him coming out of the bathroom, towel-garbed.
It’s a mere glimpse, a millisecond of recognition, but there’s something there and Junsu can see it.
He catches the youngest later on in the kitchen, snuggles into his back and whispers how warm he is. It’s a friendly gesture, something of normality, and it’s loaded and Changmin knows it (feels it when Junsu runs his hands down lean sides).
It doesn’t take much push to get what he wants. Changmin is heavy atop him, hot, inside of him and everywhere, squeezing his body and pulling on his heartstrings (they thrum for him).
And when it’s done-they finish together and Junsu thinks, that between all the clumsiness and wet, messy kisses to his neck there is that slice of perfection he had craved for-Changmin collapses next to him, panting and sated.
Fuck Junsu, what did we do, he wants to answer but he is too warm and content, what did we do--poor Joongie, fuck, what did we do.
Changmin eventually stops sobbing, JaeJoong’s name dead on his lips as Junsu rubs his back until he falls asleep.
It all goes back to normal, JaeJoong doesn’t know, he kisses his lover and tastes Junsu but he doesn’t know (“Is that a new kind of chapstick you’re wearing, Minnie?”).
And Junsu watches, still a bit jealous because his slice of perfection isn’t his anymore (although it never really was) and he thinks about how fucked up the world is, always spinning the wrong way.