Fic: Propriety
Title: Propriety
Pairing: OT5
Rating: PG-13
In which Changmin gets a tattoo. For wmelon_kaiye who wanted crack, and because this has been floating in my head for a while.
“Changmin”, Jaejoong declares one morning with an air of suppressed glee, like a child with a new toy, “got a tattoo.”
Changmin glares and makes a half-hearted attempt to escape the vice-like grip Jaejoong has about his waist. “Thanks, hyung.”
“Ooh.” Junsu sits up from his boneless sprawl on the couch, eyes wide, wide, avid. “Where?”
“Hip”, Jaejoong confides; pats Changmin’s right hip affectionately.
“Really? Let’s see.” Yoochun’s fingers are already on the hem of Changmin’s shirt when Changmin slaps his hand away sternly. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Show some propriety, hyung”, Changmin admonishes primly, even as Yoochun scowls darkly up at a too-pleased Jaejoong.
“How did he get to see it, then?”
“Walked in on him in the shower”, Jaejoong grins; flops down onto the other end of the couch next to Yunho, head settling comfortably in his lap. Yunho doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, fingers threading absently through Jaejoong’s dark strands. “What I want to know”, he murmurs between sips of coffee, “is when he got it.”
Changmin sighs and sinks to the floor, allows Yoochun to pull him in to settle between his legs. “I got it last month. When you were all busy recording.”
“Last month.” Junsu’s lips are pursed, brow furrowed in thought. “Is that why you wouldn’t-”
“That”, Changmin concedes with the expression of the long-suffering, “and the fact that we were in a public place-”
“Didn’t seem to deter you that time with Yunho hyung at that rest stop”, Yoochun interjects smoothly, even as Yunho chokes on his coffee, Junsu’s mouth gapes open and Jaejoong sits up so fast he almost tumbles onto the floor.
“Yoochun, you idiot, you weren’t supposed to tell-” It’s the closest he’s ever seen Jaejoong to flustered, and Yunho is turning an unnatural shade of red, Changmin notes in alarm, even as Junsu’s lips reform into one of his infamous pouts.
“Changminnnnn-”
“Now look what you’ve done”, Changmin hisses as Junsu’s whine escalates in pitch. Yoochun grins and shrugs, and Changmin has to resist the urge to do some serious damage, particularly when Junsu launches himself at him, knocking the air right out of his lungs.
“Well, now you owe me something”, Junsu is saying, and Yoochun is there by his head before he can even tell Junsu how ridiculous he sounds. “Hold his hands”, Junsu directs crisply, and Changmin would be scared witless at how at ease Junsu is with taking charge of the whole affair if he weren’t already presently occupied.
“I’ll help”, Jaejoong offers, eyes laughing, and Changmin wants to howl at the injustice of it all.
“Hey- hey! Hyung, that’s my favourite pair of jeans-”
Well, damn.
“I’m sorry”, Yunho mouths apologetically over Yoochun’s shoulder, except he doesn’t seem particularly sincere, what with craning his head for a better look and all.
“Get out of the way, Junsu, you’re blocking it-”
“Well, you’ve already seen it, so wait your turn-”
“Children, really-”
“Shut up, Chunnie.”
“I believe”, Changmin begins faintly, “this goes under sexual assault.”
“I know.” Jaejoong laughs softly, kisses him breathless. “Isn’t it fun?”
Pairing: OT5
Rating: PG-13
In which Changmin gets a tattoo. For wmelon_kaiye who wanted crack, and because this has been floating in my head for a while.
“Changmin”, Jaejoong declares one morning with an air of suppressed glee, like a child with a new toy, “got a tattoo.”
Changmin glares and makes a half-hearted attempt to escape the vice-like grip Jaejoong has about his waist. “Thanks, hyung.”
“Ooh.” Junsu sits up from his boneless sprawl on the couch, eyes wide, wide, avid. “Where?”
“Hip”, Jaejoong confides; pats Changmin’s right hip affectionately.
“Really? Let’s see.” Yoochun’s fingers are already on the hem of Changmin’s shirt when Changmin slaps his hand away sternly. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Show some propriety, hyung”, Changmin admonishes primly, even as Yoochun scowls darkly up at a too-pleased Jaejoong.
“How did he get to see it, then?”
“Walked in on him in the shower”, Jaejoong grins; flops down onto the other end of the couch next to Yunho, head settling comfortably in his lap. Yunho doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, fingers threading absently through Jaejoong’s dark strands. “What I want to know”, he murmurs between sips of coffee, “is when he got it.”
Changmin sighs and sinks to the floor, allows Yoochun to pull him in to settle between his legs. “I got it last month. When you were all busy recording.”
“Last month.” Junsu’s lips are pursed, brow furrowed in thought. “Is that why you wouldn’t-”
“That”, Changmin concedes with the expression of the long-suffering, “and the fact that we were in a public place-”
“Didn’t seem to deter you that time with Yunho hyung at that rest stop”, Yoochun interjects smoothly, even as Yunho chokes on his coffee, Junsu’s mouth gapes open and Jaejoong sits up so fast he almost tumbles onto the floor.
“Yoochun, you idiot, you weren’t supposed to tell-” It’s the closest he’s ever seen Jaejoong to flustered, and Yunho is turning an unnatural shade of red, Changmin notes in alarm, even as Junsu’s lips reform into one of his infamous pouts.
“Changminnnnn-”
“Now look what you’ve done”, Changmin hisses as Junsu’s whine escalates in pitch. Yoochun grins and shrugs, and Changmin has to resist the urge to do some serious damage, particularly when Junsu launches himself at him, knocking the air right out of his lungs.
“Well, now you owe me something”, Junsu is saying, and Yoochun is there by his head before he can even tell Junsu how ridiculous he sounds. “Hold his hands”, Junsu directs crisply, and Changmin would be scared witless at how at ease Junsu is with taking charge of the whole affair if he weren’t already presently occupied.
“I’ll help”, Jaejoong offers, eyes laughing, and Changmin wants to howl at the injustice of it all.
“Hey- hey! Hyung, that’s my favourite pair of jeans-”
Well, damn.
“I’m sorry”, Yunho mouths apologetically over Yoochun’s shoulder, except he doesn’t seem particularly sincere, what with craning his head for a better look and all.
“Get out of the way, Junsu, you’re blocking it-”
“Well, you’ve already seen it, so wait your turn-”
“Children, really-”
“Shut up, Chunnie.”
“I believe”, Changmin begins faintly, “this goes under sexual assault.”
“I know.” Jaejoong laughs softly, kisses him breathless. “Isn’t it fun?”