slapdash
jaemin. pg-15. 1,369 words.
changmin is a tight-ass. people say he's a tight-ass, so he's a tight-ass.
he doesn't give a damn, doesn't seem to possibly care in any sort of way. he's been receiving this sort of treatment for so long of a time it all just goes through one ear and out the other.
until he meets jaejoong.
jaejoong is different.
quite simply put, jaejoong doesn't make the inferences, doesn't blatantly point them out to him as if they weren't as obvious as before.
he just smiles at him, soft and warm and almost as if he cares about him.
they only live across the street from each other.
- - - -
if asked to describe jaejoong, he'd start the with his eyes, his smile ( which is all he ever sees ) the way he flashes him one every morning, still in messy, black-haired bedhead, pajamas, and slippers, just out to get the mail.
it's quite the preferable way to start out his day, if he were to be honest ( all he does is accounting )
those smiles are beginning to get to him, though, in some odd, unexplainable way.
- - - -
the day he turns up on his doorstep is a day he'd very much prefer he hadn't. ( he wonders why he even opened the door in the first place )
"hey," jaejoong smiles, donned in a casual v-neck and jeans. "i brought foo-what the," he squints at the sight of his face, "what the hell happened to you?"
changmin smirks, irritated. "nothing happened. really, nothing. now if you could just-"
"no." a serious expression paints across his face.
surprised, he falters, hard expression cracking at the seams, "why're you-"
jaejoong shoves his way through, dropping the bags on the floor and immediately tending to changmin. cuts and bruises are scattered across his body, topped with a nasty black eye. his hair is a disheveled brunet mess, his clothes in much the same condition.
fingers graze lightly across his arms, his face. "what the fuck happened," he whispers, eyes soft and caring as they trace every imperfect imprint on his body.
"i-" changmin starts, but takes a step back. "i can't tell you."
"why." he states, anger beginning to flare up. "i have every right to know what the fuck is going on. look at you, who the hell did this to-"
"why the fuck do you even care?" he flares back, shouting "i don't even know who the fuck you are damn it."
it hits a nerve. jaejoong stops, steps back. "i-right." he nods, eyes set on the floor, "right. sorry, i'll just go." he's almost out the door when changmin grabs him by the arm, a reflex.
before he realizes he what he's doing , it's too late. so, he tells the truth. "don't. just, don't leave."
jaejoong, head still bent, seems to contemplate. he nods, raises his head. "let me, you know." he gestures to the cuts. "i'll fix that."
changmin gives a slight nod in consent.
- - - -
jaejoong spends the night, sleeping somewhat comfortably on the couch.
once morning comes, changmin's the first to wake. he pads into the kitchen, fixing himself a cup of coffee when he stirs. one arm pushes him up into a sitting position, leaving him positively adorable with his mess of hair and deadpan, i'm-out-of-this-world-right-now expression.
"morning," changmin murmurs into his cup, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"morning," he replies, pushing the sheet away. he slowly plants himself on two feet. yawning, he stretches upwards, his shirt riding up just the slightest, just enough for changmin to catch a glimpse of cream-coloured, toned abs. ( ah, what a sight to see )
abruptly, he freezes, eyes wary. "what time is it."
"noon," changmin murmurs listlessly, content with his coffee ( and the sight of jaejoong's abs )
"noon?" jaejoong curses then, a number of detailed expletives. "shit shit shit..." changmin watches amusingly as he gathers his clothes quickly, throwing them on in a haphazard manner. he practically bolts to the door, slipping his shoes halfway when finally he decides to speak.
"you do realize it's saturday, right." he deadpans, nonchalantly taking another sip.
jaejoong stops, stiffly releasing his tight grip on the doorknob. he turns to him moodily, hair slightly covering eyes ( presumably meant to be more intimidating ) "you did that on purpose."
"i didn't do anything," he lightly states in reply, chortling quietly.
jaejoong only smirks. ( already planning a way of revenge )
- - - -
it's unspoken, though it becomes a daily, usual thing for jaejoong to come over.
somewhere along after that horribly face-to-face meet, they'd become friends. changmin, who's known for an immensely lengthy amount of time, wants something more.
it occurs on the same day as the revenge. ( as jaejoong had decidedly self-called it )
"hey changmin," he smiles, hands behind his back, 'floating' above him ( he'd just woken up ). "i think there's something on your face."
scrunching his eyebrows, he looks up at him, taking in the eerily mischievous look on his face before speed-walking his way to the bathroom mirror.
cursed expletives ( directed towards him ) never sounded so sweet.
the noise of the tap is heard after, along with vigorous sounds of splashing water. once it stops, it's quiet.
too quiet.
jaejoong has deduced he is rather frightened right now. "ch-changmin?" he tentatively asks, peeking his head down the narrow apartment hallway. "is everything oka-"
he's unexpectedly pulled through the open bedroom door. and thrown roughly onto the bed, changmin hovering over him with a shit-eating grin of victory.
an arm is pulled back at the ready, aiming straight for his arm when he's suddenly being pulled forward, an into a space to close for comfort. or breathing, for that matter.
jaejoong had him caught by the lips.
- - - -
clothes torn, ripped. too many clothes. they're gone in minutes.
jaejoong pulls him close once more, twining his fingers in his hair, panting heavily against his lips. "you do know i love you, right."
changmin chuckles in response, giving him a languid, self-indulging kiss he believes pretty much says "i love you too."
they smile at each other a few seconds more, before other, much more important matters begin to crop up.
- - - -
needless to say, the aftermath of a 'silly game' became one of the greatest nights of his life. ( please don't make me spell it out for you )
lying comfortable on his bed, jaejoong's naked arm draped snugly over him, he sighs, deep in the afterglow. ( the streaming sunlight may just be an added bonus )
the other murmurs against him, lips still soft against his neck.
mouth quirking just a bit, he turns to his side, fitting those lips against his. comprehension dawns upon jaejoong's face halfway, before everything sinks in. his arms snake under his arms, fingers padding across his back.
once they break, they smile ( again )
it's the epitome of love.
at least to them.
- - - -
*epilogue
"you know, you never told me what happened to you," jaejoong recalls, raising his head, midway through a chip. ( they're watching a movie on the couch )
"what do you mean," changmin carelessly replies, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
"the cuts and bruises, what was that."
"oh," changmin puts the chip bowl down, sighing and turning his head. "i was mugged."
"mugged?"
"yeah."
"by who?"
"a person."
jaejoong takes it upon himself to send him a don't-fuck-with-me deadpan expression.
"ok, it was some guy, young, i think." he tries to reminisce.
"oh," he sighs thankfully, hand over his heart. "i thought it was something serious. like you were in the mafia or something."
"mafia? you're kidding."
"what? it's logical explanation."
"no it's not."
"shut up. you got your ass kicked by some crap-ass mugger. i thought you'd have the energy to run or something, especially with the way you are in bed-"
"okay." changmin raises a hand at him, eyes closed. "enough. let's just get back to the movie."
"i'm just saying-"
"stop saying."
"but-"
changmin kisses him squarely on the mouth, with just a bit of tongue. "shut up and i'll make it up to you later."
and of course the promise is kept.
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thank you all for reading :))
changmin is a tight-ass. people say he's a tight-ass, so he's a tight-ass.
he doesn't give a damn, doesn't seem to possibly care in any sort of way. he's been receiving this sort of treatment for so long of a time it all just goes through one ear and out the other.
until he meets jaejoong.
jaejoong is different.
quite simply put, jaejoong doesn't make the inferences, doesn't blatantly point them out to him as if they weren't as obvious as before.
he just smiles at him, soft and warm and almost as if he cares about him.
they only live across the street from each other.
- - - -
if asked to describe jaejoong, he'd start the with his eyes, his smile ( which is all he ever sees ) the way he flashes him one every morning, still in messy, black-haired bedhead, pajamas, and slippers, just out to get the mail.
it's quite the preferable way to start out his day, if he were to be honest ( all he does is accounting )
those smiles are beginning to get to him, though, in some odd, unexplainable way.
- - - -
the day he turns up on his doorstep is a day he'd very much prefer he hadn't. ( he wonders why he even opened the door in the first place )
"hey," jaejoong smiles, donned in a casual v-neck and jeans. "i brought foo-what the," he squints at the sight of his face, "what the hell happened to you?"
changmin smirks, irritated. "nothing happened. really, nothing. now if you could just-"
"no." a serious expression paints across his face.
surprised, he falters, hard expression cracking at the seams, "why're you-"
jaejoong shoves his way through, dropping the bags on the floor and immediately tending to changmin. cuts and bruises are scattered across his body, topped with a nasty black eye. his hair is a disheveled brunet mess, his clothes in much the same condition.
fingers graze lightly across his arms, his face. "what the fuck happened," he whispers, eyes soft and caring as they trace every imperfect imprint on his body.
"i-" changmin starts, but takes a step back. "i can't tell you."
"why." he states, anger beginning to flare up. "i have every right to know what the fuck is going on. look at you, who the hell did this to-"
"why the fuck do you even care?" he flares back, shouting "i don't even know who the fuck you are damn it."
it hits a nerve. jaejoong stops, steps back. "i-right." he nods, eyes set on the floor, "right. sorry, i'll just go." he's almost out the door when changmin grabs him by the arm, a reflex.
before he realizes he what he's doing , it's too late. so, he tells the truth. "don't. just, don't leave."
jaejoong, head still bent, seems to contemplate. he nods, raises his head. "let me, you know." he gestures to the cuts. "i'll fix that."
changmin gives a slight nod in consent.
- - - -
jaejoong spends the night, sleeping somewhat comfortably on the couch.
once morning comes, changmin's the first to wake. he pads into the kitchen, fixing himself a cup of coffee when he stirs. one arm pushes him up into a sitting position, leaving him positively adorable with his mess of hair and deadpan, i'm-out-of-this-world-right-now expression.
"morning," changmin murmurs into his cup, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"morning," he replies, pushing the sheet away. he slowly plants himself on two feet. yawning, he stretches upwards, his shirt riding up just the slightest, just enough for changmin to catch a glimpse of cream-coloured, toned abs. ( ah, what a sight to see )
abruptly, he freezes, eyes wary. "what time is it."
"noon," changmin murmurs listlessly, content with his coffee ( and the sight of jaejoong's abs )
"noon?" jaejoong curses then, a number of detailed expletives. "shit shit shit..." changmin watches amusingly as he gathers his clothes quickly, throwing them on in a haphazard manner. he practically bolts to the door, slipping his shoes halfway when finally he decides to speak.
"you do realize it's saturday, right." he deadpans, nonchalantly taking another sip.
jaejoong stops, stiffly releasing his tight grip on the doorknob. he turns to him moodily, hair slightly covering eyes ( presumably meant to be more intimidating ) "you did that on purpose."
"i didn't do anything," he lightly states in reply, chortling quietly.
jaejoong only smirks. ( already planning a way of revenge )
- - - -
it's unspoken, though it becomes a daily, usual thing for jaejoong to come over.
somewhere along after that horribly face-to-face meet, they'd become friends. changmin, who's known for an immensely lengthy amount of time, wants something more.
it occurs on the same day as the revenge. ( as jaejoong had decidedly self-called it )
"hey changmin," he smiles, hands behind his back, 'floating' above him ( he'd just woken up ). "i think there's something on your face."
scrunching his eyebrows, he looks up at him, taking in the eerily mischievous look on his face before speed-walking his way to the bathroom mirror.
cursed expletives ( directed towards him ) never sounded so sweet.
the noise of the tap is heard after, along with vigorous sounds of splashing water. once it stops, it's quiet.
too quiet.
jaejoong has deduced he is rather frightened right now. "ch-changmin?" he tentatively asks, peeking his head down the narrow apartment hallway. "is everything oka-"
he's unexpectedly pulled through the open bedroom door. and thrown roughly onto the bed, changmin hovering over him with a shit-eating grin of victory.
an arm is pulled back at the ready, aiming straight for his arm when he's suddenly being pulled forward, an into a space to close for comfort. or breathing, for that matter.
jaejoong had him caught by the lips.
- - - -
clothes torn, ripped. too many clothes. they're gone in minutes.
jaejoong pulls him close once more, twining his fingers in his hair, panting heavily against his lips. "you do know i love you, right."
changmin chuckles in response, giving him a languid, self-indulging kiss he believes pretty much says "i love you too."
they smile at each other a few seconds more, before other, much more important matters begin to crop up.
- - - -
needless to say, the aftermath of a 'silly game' became one of the greatest nights of his life. ( please don't make me spell it out for you )
lying comfortable on his bed, jaejoong's naked arm draped snugly over him, he sighs, deep in the afterglow. ( the streaming sunlight may just be an added bonus )
the other murmurs against him, lips still soft against his neck.
mouth quirking just a bit, he turns to his side, fitting those lips against his. comprehension dawns upon jaejoong's face halfway, before everything sinks in. his arms snake under his arms, fingers padding across his back.
once they break, they smile ( again )
it's the epitome of love.
at least to them.
- - - -
*epilogue
"you know, you never told me what happened to you," jaejoong recalls, raising his head, midway through a chip. ( they're watching a movie on the couch )
"what do you mean," changmin carelessly replies, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
"the cuts and bruises, what was that."
"oh," changmin puts the chip bowl down, sighing and turning his head. "i was mugged."
"mugged?"
"yeah."
"by who?"
"a person."
jaejoong takes it upon himself to send him a don't-fuck-with-me deadpan expression.
"ok, it was some guy, young, i think." he tries to reminisce.
"oh," he sighs thankfully, hand over his heart. "i thought it was something serious. like you were in the mafia or something."
"mafia? you're kidding."
"what? it's logical explanation."
"no it's not."
"shut up. you got your ass kicked by some crap-ass mugger. i thought you'd have the energy to run or something, especially with the way you are in bed-"
"okay." changmin raises a hand at him, eyes closed. "enough. let's just get back to the movie."
"i'm just saying-"
"stop saying."
"but-"
changmin kisses him squarely on the mouth, with just a bit of tongue. "shut up and i'll make it up to you later."
and of course the promise is kept.
-----
thank you all for reading :))