[Drabble] 02 - Gee
From: Gee - Girl's Generation
"Jaejoongie, why are you wearing my shirt?" Yunho lowered his voice a pitch. Speaking to the called man on the other line with full awareness. Even walls have ears.
"Mianhaeyo, Yunnieyah," Jaejoong tucked his blackberry between ear and shoulderblade. Hands were busy enough rummaging for his HTC hidden somewhere in his suitcase. "In a rush. See it, wear it."
"Careless," the leader massaging his temple in circular motion. Changmin watched the frustrated gesture from across the table. Brows furrowed. Yunho shook his head. "Let's wish no one would notice."
"Yunnie-yaaah," Jaejoong let out desperate sound of whine mixed with hopelesness. He gave up finding his phone. He need Junsu's help. "Come on. Don't be over secure for that. People could say it's mine. No worry, okay?"
"Yea, yea," Yunho droped the argument to the floor. Knowing better to shut the fuck up rather than kept ranting against his boyfriend and lose. "Welcome home, Boo."
Just a day after, comparison photos of Jaejoong wearing Yunho's shirt in airport spreaded everywhere in the cyber world. Jaejoong's shirt in airport, coming back from Japan and Yunho's shirt in FnS Christmas Show. White shirt with black ribbon covering the button line.
Yunho blew the hair on his forehead heavily. Fishing out his blackberry in and type a very short message.
I told you so.
"Hyung! Hurry! We're late!" Changmin yelled between their sprint to the car. It's one of SM Entertanment's manager wedding and they have to be there on time. "I told you not to stay up late."
"Joongie insists," the older male grinned. A little too wide. Straightening his white shirt with black ribbon covering the buttons line once they're inside the car.
Changmin shook his head. Trying hard to banish the mental image bouncing in his mind. "Whatever."
At the party, they met with fellow SM Entertainment's artists. Zhou Mi approached the two set of long legs. Saying hi before the photographer instructed them to stand on the line. Taking pictures for the book.
Nothing was wrong. Not a single thing felt wrong until the next day. Changmin was busy doing some research with the help of uncle Google when an article flashed in front of his very eyes.
"Hyung..."
There's a hint of shock along with a good amount of disbelief in his tone. Yunho looked up from his magazine. Following his dongsaeng's direction to look into the page being displayed on the screen. His eyes widened. Jaw dropped in utter horror. No sound but gasp filling the cramp air between them.
The shirt.
The blackberry buzzing in his pants' pocket. A call from a very familiar number.
"Yunniiiiie~"
Gee...
*
A/N: how's? XD
Will be back to write IWSNT real soon. I'm in full force. Just a bit of losing muse. Plus I'm having diarrhea atm *sobs. Please drop your comment babya 8D
Anyway this is the shirt I'm talking about
"Jaejoongie, why are you wearing my shirt?" Yunho lowered his voice a pitch. Speaking to the called man on the other line with full awareness. Even walls have ears.
"Mianhaeyo, Yunnieyah," Jaejoong tucked his blackberry between ear and shoulderblade. Hands were busy enough rummaging for his HTC hidden somewhere in his suitcase. "In a rush. See it, wear it."
"Careless," the leader massaging his temple in circular motion. Changmin watched the frustrated gesture from across the table. Brows furrowed. Yunho shook his head. "Let's wish no one would notice."
"Yunnie-yaaah," Jaejoong let out desperate sound of whine mixed with hopelesness. He gave up finding his phone. He need Junsu's help. "Come on. Don't be over secure for that. People could say it's mine. No worry, okay?"
"Yea, yea," Yunho droped the argument to the floor. Knowing better to shut the fuck up rather than kept ranting against his boyfriend and lose. "Welcome home, Boo."
Just a day after, comparison photos of Jaejoong wearing Yunho's shirt in airport spreaded everywhere in the cyber world. Jaejoong's shirt in airport, coming back from Japan and Yunho's shirt in FnS Christmas Show. White shirt with black ribbon covering the button line.
Yunho blew the hair on his forehead heavily. Fishing out his blackberry in and type a very short message.
I told you so.
"Hyung! Hurry! We're late!" Changmin yelled between their sprint to the car. It's one of SM Entertanment's manager wedding and they have to be there on time. "I told you not to stay up late."
"Joongie insists," the older male grinned. A little too wide. Straightening his white shirt with black ribbon covering the buttons line once they're inside the car.
Changmin shook his head. Trying hard to banish the mental image bouncing in his mind. "Whatever."
At the party, they met with fellow SM Entertainment's artists. Zhou Mi approached the two set of long legs. Saying hi before the photographer instructed them to stand on the line. Taking pictures for the book.
Nothing was wrong. Not a single thing felt wrong until the next day. Changmin was busy doing some research with the help of uncle Google when an article flashed in front of his very eyes.
"Hyung..."
There's a hint of shock along with a good amount of disbelief in his tone. Yunho looked up from his magazine. Following his dongsaeng's direction to look into the page being displayed on the screen. His eyes widened. Jaw dropped in utter horror. No sound but gasp filling the cramp air between them.
The shirt.
The blackberry buzzing in his pants' pocket. A call from a very familiar number.
"Yunniiiiie~"
Gee...
*
A/N: how's? XD
Will be back to write IWSNT real soon. I'm in full force. Just a bit of losing muse. Plus I'm having diarrhea atm *sobs. Please drop your comment babya 8D
Anyway this is the shirt I'm talking about