[closed/ongoing] Cousin Dearest
Who: Jaejoong and Changmin
When/Where: Morning of Day 20 at Changmin's fabulous apartment.
Rating: G/PG
Warning: Whiney Jaejoong?
Summary: In line with a wonderful yet horrible day that preceded this one, Jaejoong thought that it was best he let it out. There was only one person he could do that with.
It was eight in the morning when Jaejoong found himself walking up to his cousin's apartment, well, condo, looking absolutely out of place in his torn jeans and simple black shirt around rich businessmen and big shots. Really, he cursed his father for having married his mother sometimes (in jest, of course). It wouldn't have mattered when it came to his looks and birth right anyway, since he was adopted.
And so with his keys jingling in his hand, the spare one that his favorite cousin had lent him, he strut his way down the warm halls of the wonderfully designed lobby, warm in atmosphere were it not for the very aura of his being that made everything so much colder.
And so at the top floor, his feet carried him down the halls and to the door of his rich dongsaeng, letting himself in as he always did.
"Shim Changmin!" he yelled, knowing all too well that the silence meant his younger cousin's peaceful state of slumber. Making his way into the younger's room, all he could do was grin at his peaceful state, sighing softly as he took a seat beside him, looming over to whisper into his ear. "Pancakes or waffles?"
When/Where: Morning of Day 20 at Changmin's fabulous apartment.
Rating: G/PG
Warning: Whiney Jaejoong?
Summary: In line with a wonderful yet horrible day that preceded this one, Jaejoong thought that it was best he let it out. There was only one person he could do that with.
It was eight in the morning when Jaejoong found himself walking up to his cousin's apartment, well, condo, looking absolutely out of place in his torn jeans and simple black shirt around rich businessmen and big shots. Really, he cursed his father for having married his mother sometimes (in jest, of course). It wouldn't have mattered when it came to his looks and birth right anyway, since he was adopted.
And so with his keys jingling in his hand, the spare one that his favorite cousin had lent him, he strut his way down the warm halls of the wonderfully designed lobby, warm in atmosphere were it not for the very aura of his being that made everything so much colder.
And so at the top floor, his feet carried him down the halls and to the door of his rich dongsaeng, letting himself in as he always did.
"Shim Changmin!" he yelled, knowing all too well that the silence meant his younger cousin's peaceful state of slumber. Making his way into the younger's room, all he could do was grin at his peaceful state, sighing softly as he took a seat beside him, looming over to whisper into his ear. "Pancakes or waffles?"