Fic: Instruction
Title: Instruction
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
I come bearing Minsu, because I never write them can. For my DBSK fic challenge here and for junyoo's prompt of Minsu: we've been brothers, we've been best friends; now let's try this thing called love, be the lovers we never had. I hope you like this one, bb <3
i. better to give
Kim Junsu’s never lacked companionship; he has a brother, after all, and Hyukjae, and later the other trainees, but he’s always been the younger twin and finds the idea of having a dongsaeng of his own strangely appealing. He will do well by this one, Junsu decides. That notion, however, lasts about as long as it takes for Jaejoong to coax the younger boy out of his shell (about two weeks after they move in together, by Junsu’s estimation). What Changmin lacks in years he more than makes up for in maturity. Yunho calls him an old soul. Junsu accuses him of having no respect for his elders.
“You’re laughing at me”, Junsu glares, more than a little affronted, and Changmin has the audacity to look up from his food, eyes alight with mirth.
“Now what would make you think that, hyung? Nice skirt, by the way.”
Junsu flushes. “Shut up. Look, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
Changmin raises an eyebrow. “I did tell you to stop making bets with Hyukjae.”
“He starte- oh, shit, hide me-”
Junsu’s barely managed to squeeze himself under the counter (and behind the relative shelter/safety of Changmin’s chair/legs) before the dressing room door bursts open to spill about a third of Super Junior onto the carpeted floor.
“Where is he?” Hyukjae asks, breathless, camera phone brandished like a weapon.
Changmin shrugs eloquently, and Donghae shakes his head. “Maybe he ducked into one of the supply closets.”
“Gone?” Junsu ventures half a minute after he hears the door slam shut.
“Gone”, Changmin affirms. “Hey”, he protests, but half-heartedly, as Junsu drags himself back up and then settles unceremoniously on Changmin’s lap.
“They took my pants”, Junsu confides mournfully, attempting to remove the worst of the lipstick with the back of his hand before giving it up as a lost cause. He stands and starts rummaging in Jaejoong’s bag for a tissue. “Be a good dongsaeng and get me some pants. Or I’ll take yours”, he adds for good measure, and imagines Changmin rolling his eyes, even as he sighs the sigh of the long-suffering.
“Yes, hyung.”
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ii. guilty as charged
Junsu will maintain later that it’s really Jaejoong’s fault for even owning red underwear (failing, of course, to mention that he turned about the same shade of crimson upon unearthing it from the pile of dirty laundry), blame Yunho for even bullying them into doing the chores in the first place (“On our one day off!”) and denounce Changmin as the insolent brat that he is. “If he hadn’t been mocking me”, Junsu fumes later, “I wouldn’t have been distracted enough to miss it-”
“Yes”, Changmin will then interject, tone infuriatingly reasonable, “but the fact remains that you were the one-”
Apportioning the blame weeks after the storm is all very well, but they’re both caught like hapless baby animals in the face of Yoochun’s wrath a day after what Jaejoong has come to term (with entirely too much glee, Junsu thinks wretchedly) the Accident.
“This”, Yoochun’s eyes are narrowed, voice somewhere between a snarl and a feral growl, “was my favourite shirt.”
Junsu cringes, even as Changmin attempts a feeble smile. “Pink is quite fashionable now, you know.”
Changmin’s grip on his fingers is near crushing, but reassuring, all the same. “Run”, Junsu breathes, and they’re up and moving just as Yoochun lunges.
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iii. take your chances
Junsu highly doubts this counts as doing well by the magnae. They’re locked in another of their little tussles (a verbal one, this time) and Junsu is wondering aloud at how Changmin can be so stupid, for someone so smart (a real paradox, this one) when Changmin leans over on the couch and overbalances enough to tip himself into Junsu’s lap and over his chest in a sprawl of limbs and arms and sharp elbows. Junsu’s first instinct is to recoil (Changmin hits hard) and is too surprised at being kissed instead (thoroughly, if a little messily) to make much more than a vague squeak of protest. They’re both wondrously inept at this, and Changmin’s knee is digging painfully into his thigh, and oh, that’s nice-
Changmin is blinking down at him, then, and looking younger and more perplexed than Junsu’s seen him look in years. “Hyung?” He even sounds uncertain, and Junsu wonders, in a rush of guilt, if this means he’s just corrupted their youngest.
No, wait, that can’t be right-
“What”, Junsu tries weakly, and clears his throat when his voice comes out even higher than usual, “just happened?”
Changmin is frowning, but at least he’s looking thoughtful now, more like himself, and Junsu relaxes. Marginally. “I’m…not sure. I think I just wanted to shut you up-”
“Hey!”
“It seemed to work, at least. What were you saying, though? I don’t remember. It was definitely on impulse, though I don’t know why I didn’t just attempt to stop you from talking some other way, I’m sure some other method would have been just as effective, and-”
This time Junsu is sure it’s his fault, seeing as it’s him surging up to cut Changmin off mid-sentence. To be fair, though, he doesn’t think he’s heard anyone ramble so well since Jaejoong, and Junsu’s had a long day and, really, a man needs some peace and quiet in which to think-
Except he’s also pretty sure kissing Changmin isn’t really helping along the thought process. “Well”, he hazards, when they finally break apart for air.
“Well?” Junsu would be annoyed at how fast Changmin’s seemed to have recovered his bearings if he weren’t so busy being distracted by the low, breathless quality of his voice, the flush of colour in his cheeks, the fall of dark hair into his eyes.
“Well.” Junsu shakes his head, struggles for coherency. “We could try-”
(this thing called love)
“-it out on Jaejoong hyung, the next time he starts telling one of his stories.”
Changmin laughs, head thrown back, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I don’t think Yunho hyung would like that.”
Junsu thinks fast. “No, he wouldn’t, would he? Then, we could, we could be-”
(lovers)
“-partners”, he finishes, watches Changmin carefully.
“Partners.” Changmin’s smile is wide, wide, bemused, and Junsu swats irritably at his arm.
“Practice, Changmin-ah, practice. And when we’re good at it-”
“Ah. It would be an effective tool. Though we should probably get a lot better at running away, too. Fast.”
Junsu frowns up at him severely. “One thing at a time. Now”, and maybe this isn’t so bad, after all, he could really make something out of this one, “let’s start, shall we?”
Changmin laughs again, lets Junsu’s fingers draw him back down. “Sounds like a plan.”
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
I come bearing Minsu, because I never write them can. For my DBSK fic challenge here and for junyoo's prompt of Minsu: we've been brothers, we've been best friends; now let's try this thing called love, be the lovers we never had. I hope you like this one, bb <3
i. better to give
Kim Junsu’s never lacked companionship; he has a brother, after all, and Hyukjae, and later the other trainees, but he’s always been the younger twin and finds the idea of having a dongsaeng of his own strangely appealing. He will do well by this one, Junsu decides. That notion, however, lasts about as long as it takes for Jaejoong to coax the younger boy out of his shell (about two weeks after they move in together, by Junsu’s estimation). What Changmin lacks in years he more than makes up for in maturity. Yunho calls him an old soul. Junsu accuses him of having no respect for his elders.
“You’re laughing at me”, Junsu glares, more than a little affronted, and Changmin has the audacity to look up from his food, eyes alight with mirth.
“Now what would make you think that, hyung? Nice skirt, by the way.”
Junsu flushes. “Shut up. Look, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
Changmin raises an eyebrow. “I did tell you to stop making bets with Hyukjae.”
“He starte- oh, shit, hide me-”
Junsu’s barely managed to squeeze himself under the counter (and behind the relative shelter/safety of Changmin’s chair/legs) before the dressing room door bursts open to spill about a third of Super Junior onto the carpeted floor.
“Where is he?” Hyukjae asks, breathless, camera phone brandished like a weapon.
Changmin shrugs eloquently, and Donghae shakes his head. “Maybe he ducked into one of the supply closets.”
“Gone?” Junsu ventures half a minute after he hears the door slam shut.
“Gone”, Changmin affirms. “Hey”, he protests, but half-heartedly, as Junsu drags himself back up and then settles unceremoniously on Changmin’s lap.
“They took my pants”, Junsu confides mournfully, attempting to remove the worst of the lipstick with the back of his hand before giving it up as a lost cause. He stands and starts rummaging in Jaejoong’s bag for a tissue. “Be a good dongsaeng and get me some pants. Or I’ll take yours”, he adds for good measure, and imagines Changmin rolling his eyes, even as he sighs the sigh of the long-suffering.
“Yes, hyung.”
---
ii. guilty as charged
Junsu will maintain later that it’s really Jaejoong’s fault for even owning red underwear (failing, of course, to mention that he turned about the same shade of crimson upon unearthing it from the pile of dirty laundry), blame Yunho for even bullying them into doing the chores in the first place (“On our one day off!”) and denounce Changmin as the insolent brat that he is. “If he hadn’t been mocking me”, Junsu fumes later, “I wouldn’t have been distracted enough to miss it-”
“Yes”, Changmin will then interject, tone infuriatingly reasonable, “but the fact remains that you were the one-”
Apportioning the blame weeks after the storm is all very well, but they’re both caught like hapless baby animals in the face of Yoochun’s wrath a day after what Jaejoong has come to term (with entirely too much glee, Junsu thinks wretchedly) the Accident.
“This”, Yoochun’s eyes are narrowed, voice somewhere between a snarl and a feral growl, “was my favourite shirt.”
Junsu cringes, even as Changmin attempts a feeble smile. “Pink is quite fashionable now, you know.”
Changmin’s grip on his fingers is near crushing, but reassuring, all the same. “Run”, Junsu breathes, and they’re up and moving just as Yoochun lunges.
---
iii. take your chances
Junsu highly doubts this counts as doing well by the magnae. They’re locked in another of their little tussles (a verbal one, this time) and Junsu is wondering aloud at how Changmin can be so stupid, for someone so smart (a real paradox, this one) when Changmin leans over on the couch and overbalances enough to tip himself into Junsu’s lap and over his chest in a sprawl of limbs and arms and sharp elbows. Junsu’s first instinct is to recoil (Changmin hits hard) and is too surprised at being kissed instead (thoroughly, if a little messily) to make much more than a vague squeak of protest. They’re both wondrously inept at this, and Changmin’s knee is digging painfully into his thigh, and oh, that’s nice-
Changmin is blinking down at him, then, and looking younger and more perplexed than Junsu’s seen him look in years. “Hyung?” He even sounds uncertain, and Junsu wonders, in a rush of guilt, if this means he’s just corrupted their youngest.
No, wait, that can’t be right-
“What”, Junsu tries weakly, and clears his throat when his voice comes out even higher than usual, “just happened?”
Changmin is frowning, but at least he’s looking thoughtful now, more like himself, and Junsu relaxes. Marginally. “I’m…not sure. I think I just wanted to shut you up-”
“Hey!”
“It seemed to work, at least. What were you saying, though? I don’t remember. It was definitely on impulse, though I don’t know why I didn’t just attempt to stop you from talking some other way, I’m sure some other method would have been just as effective, and-”
This time Junsu is sure it’s his fault, seeing as it’s him surging up to cut Changmin off mid-sentence. To be fair, though, he doesn’t think he’s heard anyone ramble so well since Jaejoong, and Junsu’s had a long day and, really, a man needs some peace and quiet in which to think-
Except he’s also pretty sure kissing Changmin isn’t really helping along the thought process. “Well”, he hazards, when they finally break apart for air.
“Well?” Junsu would be annoyed at how fast Changmin’s seemed to have recovered his bearings if he weren’t so busy being distracted by the low, breathless quality of his voice, the flush of colour in his cheeks, the fall of dark hair into his eyes.
“Well.” Junsu shakes his head, struggles for coherency. “We could try-”
(this thing called love)
“-it out on Jaejoong hyung, the next time he starts telling one of his stories.”
Changmin laughs, head thrown back, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I don’t think Yunho hyung would like that.”
Junsu thinks fast. “No, he wouldn’t, would he? Then, we could, we could be-”
(lovers)
“-partners”, he finishes, watches Changmin carefully.
“Partners.” Changmin’s smile is wide, wide, bemused, and Junsu swats irritably at his arm.
“Practice, Changmin-ah, practice. And when we’re good at it-”
“Ah. It would be an effective tool. Though we should probably get a lot better at running away, too. Fast.”
Junsu frowns up at him severely. “One thing at a time. Now”, and maybe this isn’t so bad, after all, he could really make something out of this one, “let’s start, shall we?”
Changmin laughs again, lets Junsu’s fingers draw him back down. “Sounds like a plan.”