♔ g e t l u c k y
pg13|stand-alone|392 words|pairings; jaejoong/yoochun|warnings; crack, innuendo
Yoochun pushed down his curiosity and moved away, intent on getting to his room before Jaejoong found another 'solution' that would probably do more harm than good.
GET LUCKY
for Kath (blocassimere)
Happy Belated Birthday!
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Yoochun whined, eyeing the grass stains on the knees of his favorite jeans with mild disdain. There were no four-leaf clovers in his backyard. No five-leaf clovers. No clovers. His intimate knowledge with this fact; after an afternoon spent on his hands and knees searching every figurative nook and cranny, was nothing short of frustrating.
When Jaejoong had declared they were going to 'get his luck back' after a string of accidents that had ultimately left him shoeless, hiccup-ridden, and with a lot less hair on his head, he should have been worried. Instead, he'd been dodging a heart attack, as he usually had to whenever Jaejoong decided he'd rather sit on Yoochun's lap than the clearly vacant space next to him.
"Hyung," Nursing his thorughly pecked hand -the birds living in the tree burrows hadn't been particularly happy with him after he'd invaded their homes, Yoochun crept across the room, "Are you listening?"
Upon noticing that Jaejoong was distracted with his cellphone, he pushed down his curiosity and moved away, intent on getting to his room before Jaejoong found another 'solution' that would probably do more harm than good.
"Yoochun-ah, I've found it!" Freezing mid-movement, Yoochun peeked over his shoulder, dreading the next words. It was almost better to just deal with the bad luck until his karma, or chi, or whatever it was called, straightened itself out. "Come here and look."
Jaejoong turned to lean over the couch, his eyes immediately finding Yoochun and lighting up in a way that left Yoochun's throat a bit dry. Why did he do these things again? He could just keep going; refuse to leave his room until Jaejoong caught the hint and left, and then he could stay curled up under his covers and it would probably work out for the best without all the trouble.
"What are you waiting for?"
He could swear Jaejoong chuckled.
Sighing, Yoochun hung his head, unsurprised when his feet made the decision on their own, shuffling toward the couch. What harm was there in seeing what Jaejoong was so excited about? Maybe it wouldn't include foraging. Hopefully.
This time, he was almost prepared for Jaejoong's weight on his lap as he scrolled back to the top of the page on his phone and began reading the next step in -Jaejoong's words- "Operation: get Yoochun lucky".
The irony did not escape him.
Yoochun pushed down his curiosity and moved away, intent on getting to his room before Jaejoong found another 'solution' that would probably do more harm than good.
GET LUCKY
for Kath (blocassimere)
Happy Belated Birthday!
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Yoochun whined, eyeing the grass stains on the knees of his favorite jeans with mild disdain. There were no four-leaf clovers in his backyard. No five-leaf clovers. No clovers. His intimate knowledge with this fact; after an afternoon spent on his hands and knees searching every figurative nook and cranny, was nothing short of frustrating.
When Jaejoong had declared they were going to 'get his luck back' after a string of accidents that had ultimately left him shoeless, hiccup-ridden, and with a lot less hair on his head, he should have been worried. Instead, he'd been dodging a heart attack, as he usually had to whenever Jaejoong decided he'd rather sit on Yoochun's lap than the clearly vacant space next to him.
"Hyung," Nursing his thorughly pecked hand -the birds living in the tree burrows hadn't been particularly happy with him after he'd invaded their homes, Yoochun crept across the room, "Are you listening?"
Upon noticing that Jaejoong was distracted with his cellphone, he pushed down his curiosity and moved away, intent on getting to his room before Jaejoong found another 'solution' that would probably do more harm than good.
"Yoochun-ah, I've found it!" Freezing mid-movement, Yoochun peeked over his shoulder, dreading the next words. It was almost better to just deal with the bad luck until his karma, or chi, or whatever it was called, straightened itself out. "Come here and look."
Jaejoong turned to lean over the couch, his eyes immediately finding Yoochun and lighting up in a way that left Yoochun's throat a bit dry. Why did he do these things again? He could just keep going; refuse to leave his room until Jaejoong caught the hint and left, and then he could stay curled up under his covers and it would probably work out for the best without all the trouble.
"What are you waiting for?"
He could swear Jaejoong chuckled.
Sighing, Yoochun hung his head, unsurprised when his feet made the decision on their own, shuffling toward the couch. What harm was there in seeing what Jaejoong was so excited about? Maybe it wouldn't include foraging. Hopefully.
This time, he was almost prepared for Jaejoong's weight on his lap as he scrolled back to the top of the page on his phone and began reading the next step in -Jaejoong's words- "Operation: get Yoochun lucky".
The irony did not escape him.