Flush
Another set of drabble. Jaejoong wakes up one morning to be met with quite a surprise...
Based on the events of this video: Happy Together
Jaejoong sleepily padded down to the bathroom across the hall, pajama bottoms riding low on his hips and sweeping the floors as he rubbed tiredly at his eyes. One slight misstep on his part however quickly cast the haze from his mind as his pale forehead banged hard against the painted wall with a loud thump. Mouth formed into a grimace to shame all other forms of expression, Jaejoong childishly rubbed at his throbbing bump, inwardly cursing the inanimate object to the depths of fiery hell for its choice of location. Now fully and most irately awake he grabbed for the handle of the bathroom door, giving it a sharp jerk before pushing it in and stepping inside.
Bladder full and aching to be depleted of its night filled accumulations, the ebony haired singer snapped the waistband of his pants, intent on relieving himself to the highest degree possible. He was just about to let himself go, teeth biting into the peachy fold of his bottom lip when he suddenly spotted a rather horrifying sight within the porcelain bowl of the toilet.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
At the sound of his angered yell echoing throughout the complex, four heads in four distinct places of the apartment popped up, ears twitching on high alert.
Yunho was first to respond. The leader of Dong Bang Shin Ki torpedoed out of his bedroom where he had previously been pulling on his white ankle socks. One was clothing his foot and the other barely holding on to his toes as he sailed across the wooden floor, only stopping an inch from the bathroom door.
Next was Changmin. The youngest had already been ruffling through the cabinets in the kitchen, munching on a scavenged rice cracker when he heard the tell tale yell. Knowing Jaejoong would nag at him for eating without brushing his teeth, the maknae quickly shoved the remainders of the cracker into his mouth, chewing furiously as he hurried towards the location of the shout.
At the sound of Jaejoong’s piercing cry Yoochun was forcefully drawn out of his pleasant dream. What followed next in his first few moments of wakefulness was a rather unnecessary reintroduction with the bedroom floor. One elbow banging hard against the side table while his leg received a rather angry scratch from the bed frame. A string of colorful curses proceeded to then tumble forth from his mouth as he got to his feet. Then looking around for a pair of pants, Yoochun grabbed the first thing he laid eyes on and began to hurriedly push his feet into the holes. Doubting his nakedness would be appreciated by the others this early in the morning.
Junsu was last to respond. The reason being he had somehow gotten his head stuck in an armhole of his sweater and was rather having a difficult time removing said head from mentioned hole. Blindly he banged into an array of unidentifiable objects in his room as he tried to get to the door. His success only granted after a set of three horrendous failed attempts. When he had finally made it to the hall, the sweater was firmly yanked free by Yoochun. Who then later shot the younger man with a pitying look.
Embarrassed Junsu rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, flashing the baritone singer a grateful smile.
When all had assembled, Jaejoong straightened his back and uncrossed his arms, brows though remained furrowed as he stared into each familiar face with a high level of suspicion.
“Okay,” he started, blowing a loose tendril of hair out of his face as his eyes raked over the gathered bunch. “Who pooped and didn’t flush.”
His query was met by absolute silence.
Peeved, Jaejoong decided he needed to repeat himself. “Last night after I brushed my teeth the toilet bowl was empty. No poop. I wake up this morning and come into the bathroom to find a big smelly mess staring back at me from the toilet. Someone better fess up! Who pooped last night and didn’t flush!”
“It wasn’t me!” Yunho hurriedly said, waving his arms close to his chest in defense. “I didn’t use the bathroom after you. And as you might remember I slept right next to you last night! It wasn’t me!”
Changmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yah…you call that sleeping? If I recall correctly, the two of you didn’t actually do the sleeping part until oh….I don’t know TWO IN THE MORNING!”
At that Yunho and Jaejoong instantly colored. The shorter one of the pair, in response, jabbed Yunho hard in the abdomen, eyes wide in horror. “Yah!” Jaejoong whispered furiously, “You said he was sleeping!”
“I thought he was!” Yunho whispered back loudly.
“I was sleeping,” Changmin clarified, crossing his arms. “And then, suddenly, I wasn’t.”
Yoochun smirked, rather enjoying seeing his two older members flustered. “Aish, you two! Going at it with the baby in the room. Not very smart on your end, I must say.”
Jaejoong burrowed his face into his palms, unable to look Changmin in the eye. Yunho in response had found something rather interesting to stare at on the floor, deciding to completely engross himself into the fine stain patterns on the polished wooden flooring.
“Well regardless, it wasn’t me,” Changmin grunted. “I had pooped after dinner, just like I always do. No sooner, no later. Nine p.m. sharp.”
Yoochun clapped mockingly, nodding his head. “Bravo, Changmin-ah. What an accomplishment for mankind. You are a natural born shitter.”
Changmin smirked, bowing his head. “Thanks.”
“So if it’s not me, Joongie or Changmin-ah,” Yunho said shrewdly, avoiding the maknae’s gaze to in turn stare at Yoochun and Junsu. “Then it has to be one of you.”
Yoochun shrugged,” It’s not me.”
“Not me either!” Junsu supplied, waiving his hands. “Not me!”
“Well it has to be one of us,” Jaejoong grumbled, forgetting his embarrassment for a second as a more urgent matter took precedence. “Someone pooped last night and didn’t flush. No one was here but us five….so one of you is lying.”
“You sure it’s not you?” Yoochun smirked, crossing his arms.
Jaejoong balked, eyes growing wide. “Me? Why would I even bring this up if it was me? I was the first to see it!”
“C’mon, Chunnie.” Changmin grumbled with an eye roll. “Everyone here knows that it wasn’t Jaejoong. Hell, there would be a better chance at betting that someone broke into our apartment and left us a bowl full of shit than it being Jaejoong hyung.”
“Yeah!” The eldest nodded in fierce agreement. “It wasn’t me.”
“So it’s not Jaejoong or Changmin.” Yoochun puzzled.
“Or me!” Yunho added. “Not me either!”
“Someone pooped.” Jaejoong growled, brows furrowed. “I know it’s one of you. Fess up.”
“Who pooped?” Changmin asked, staring into each face skeptically.
The air in the apartment was charged with suspicion as each member took turns staring one another down. They stood there in a circle outside the bathroom like a flock of flamingoes. Knees locked and necks strained as their eyes bore into one another, trying to reach into the depths of each soul.
Jaejoong stared hard at Yoochun and Junsu.
Yoochun stared hard at Jaejoong and Yunho.
In the tension the shrill call of the manager finally broke the dense atmosphere.
Yunho swiftly ran back to his room to retrieve the phone, answering it on his way back to the group.
“Hello?” He spoke into the phone, catching Jaejoong’s eye.
“I’ll be there in five minutes.” The manager replied, clearing his throat. “They moved the filming up by an hour so we don’t have much time. Get everyone together, quickly.”
“Five minutes?” Yunho’s eyes widened. “You want us down in five minutes?”
“Yes,” the manager said, grunting into the phone as he made a turn. “Crap, there’s a cop. I’m hanging up. Five minutes, Yunho!”
The phone fell from the leader’s ear, his eyes taking in the group’s attire.
“AISH!” He threw his head back.
Jaejoong groaned. “Ay, okay this is not over! We’ll figure this out after the shoot, okay?”
The rest nodded, scattering to their rooms for shirts and pants.
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As the group started to head down to the car, Junsu nervously grabbed a hold of Yoochun’s arm, stopping him from going through the door with the rest of the bunch.
Frowning, the baritone singer looked at the younger man questioningly. “What is it?”
“Yoochun-ah,” Junsu said weakly, fingers all but trembling. “I…I didn’t f-flush.”