THE DBSK CHRONICLES
The DBSK Chronicles
Pairing: OT5
Rating: G-R
Genre: Crack, bandfic, everything under the sun
Summary: A short series of glimpses at our favorite boys going through every day life at the Dong Bang Shin Ki residence. Hilarity ensues, of course...
Misunderstanding
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“Oh my god, Yunho! Take it out! Take it out!”
“It’s stuck, Jae! Shit!”
“Get it out!”
“I’m trying!”
Junsu did not know what to do with himself. He was in a dilemma of the most troubling sort. Standing outside the bathroom door all he could do was pace back and forth all the while debating with himself.
To go in?
Or not to go in?
“Pull it out!”
“That’s what I’m trying to do!”
Giving his hyungs the benefit of the doubt Junsu took a deep breath and reached for the door just as Yoochun popped around the corner.
It was the fastest Yoochun had ever moved.
“Yah!” He screamed in a whisper as his hand locked around the younger man’s wrist, preventing it from doing the most insane thing imaginable. “Are you crazy?”
Junsu pouted, wringing his hands. He tried to yank his hand free but the older man was having none of it. Instead it only made him tighten his hold. “But they’re having trouble! We should help!”
“What kind of trouble do you think they’re having in the bathroom?” Yoochun vehemently professed, pulling Junsu away from the dangers of the door. He leaned against the wall, shaking his head so that the sometimes obtuse Junsu wouldn’t misunderstand. “We can’t go in.”
“What are you guys whispering about?” Changmin called from down the hall, seeing the two huddled outside the bathroom door looking extremely suspicious.
Yoochun groaned, waiving the youngest away. “It’s nothing.”
Interest piqued Changmin took a step forward.
And that’s when he heard it.
“Ouch, Yunho!”
“Sorry! I’m trying!”
The maknae paused midstride, face contorting into a ghoulish decoration. His nose instantly wrinkled as he jogged the rest of the distance and stood in front of the bathroom door, arms crossed.
“They wouldn’t…” Junsu mumbled, pushing Yoochun away and coming to stand beside the maknae. “It’s too early and we have a photo shoot.”
“But then again,” Yoochun butted in, squeezing in between the younger members and taking center stage. “They haven’t had any time alone since we’ve come here. It could very well be what I think it is.”
“No!” Junsu shook his head.
“Yes!” Yoochun countered. “If we open that door we might see something we can never unsee again. You want to take that risk?”
“OUCH! YUNHOOO!”
“Sorry! Shit, Joongie…it’s really stuck!”
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know…damn it, I told you we should have done it later!”
Changmin swallowed.
“Later? It’s always later with you!”
“Aish…just hold on, okay?”
“Oka-AHHH! YAH! I TOLD YOU IT HURTS!”
“Well then what can I do? It hurts when I push and it hurts when I pull! I can’t just leave it there!”
All three took a step back in unison, undesirable images flashing through their minds and making their insides churn.
Changmin looked as if he’d just chewed through two lemons while Junsu appeared to have choked on a habańero. His face splotchy and eyes blinking so fast you’d think they were the wings of a humming bird.
Yoochun just had his hands over his eyes, mouth gaping like a fish as he shook his head back and forth to expel the images.
“AHHHH! YAAAH! YUNHOOOO!”
“SORRY!”
“Okay never mind,” Junsu squeaked, pedaling as fast as he could away from the bathroom door.
The other two close on his heels. Eager as fuck to get away from whatever debauchery was taking place behind the flimsy wooden door.
Meanwhile…
Jaejoong stared forlornly at himself in the mirror, the big round bristled brush stuck in his hair as if glued. Teary eyed he looked up at Yunho who was determinedly picking at the bristles, trying to loosen the brush in any way he could. He gave a tug on the handle causing Jaejoong to howl once again.
“YAH!” Jaejoong whimpered, his scalp raw from all the tugging. “It hurts!”
“Well if you hadn’t insisted on doing it this morning,” Yunho mumbled, delicately moving away the strands of hair in what he hoped was the right direction. “Then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“You couldn’t be more careful?” Jaejoong blasted, angrily.
In retort Yunho gave the handle another tug eliciting a colorful curse from Jaejoong’s plump lips. “I was careful…you just put too much shit in your hair and made it tangle.”
“Aigoo,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, “Blame me for all your troubles, why don’t you? Aish…”
Yunho groaned. “Fine…let’s do this. Put a beanie over your head and then wear your hood. We’ll have the stylist work it out of your hair, okay?”
“But it’s still going to stick out!” Jaejoong cried, eyes locked on the image of the brush in the mirror while imagining all the jibes the others would make at his expense.
“This is what vanity gets you,” Yunho crossed his arms and finally took a step back.
Jaejoong immediately turned around, looking very much like a beaten pup.
“They’re going to laugh.”
“Maybe.” Yunho nodded as Jaejoong shuffled towards him.
“Can’t you try again?”
Leaning down Yunho placed a quick kiss on Jaejoong’s forehead before locking the man in his arms. “Nope.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s stuck and there is nothing I can do to get it out.”
“Shit…”
“Mhm.”
Ten minutes later Jaejoong was walking out of the building wearing a massive sweatshirt, the hood all but obscuring his face.
While getting into the car Changmin snorted.
Jaejoong kicked him in the stomach.
Changmin pulled down Jaejoong’s hood.
Hell broke loose.
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