In which yoochun cries himself || part iii || crackfic
In which yoochun cried himself || part iii
crack || genfic || 933 words
Junsu peaked into the bathroom, giggling, "So... Boochun disappears when wet?"
Three of the four men in the bathroom respond with a quick, "Don't even think about it!"
Changmin shook his head, already seeing the chaos that was guaranteed to occur. "This should be okay as long as Yoochun doesn't cry under his skin."
''Well this is a little different.' was the first thought that came to mind when Yoochun woke up. It wasn't everyday that one woke up in a giant fish bowl. Where did one even get a giant fish bowl like this anyway. But wait --
Why was he in a fish bowl?
He pushed himself off the bottom of the bowl, which happened to be cushioned with pillows, tempting him back to sleep, and looked around. Boochun was sleeping on the opposite end, which really wasn't that far away. Yoochun tried to shake him awake, "Yah, Boochun!"
Boochun reluctantly woke up, frowning and attempting to glare at him.
"We're in a giant fish bowl!"
"I know, I know." Boochun turned around, brushing Yoochun's panic off.
"You know?!"
"Yeah, Changmin moved us in here last night."
"And you didn't do anything?"
"Sleepy. Lazy."
"I should have known." Yoochun huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. This was a whole new take on someone being their own worst enemy. He looked up, wondering how he was going to get out. The top of the goldfish bowl was too high, and there was no way he and Boochun could reach it even if one of them was propped onto the other's shoulder. If only there was more of him...
That's it!
"Boochun, punch me!"
Boochun gave up on trying to ignore Yoochun, confused as to why he wouldn't just go back to sleep. "Whaaat?", he asked while rubbing his eyes awake.
"Punch me!"
"Why? I'm not into self-mutilation."
"It's our only means of escape!"
"...Punching you?"
"We'll make more of us!"
"Great idea!" (Only a Yoochun would think another Yoochun's idea was a great idea. And maybe Jaejoong sometimes, but he's a funny little fellow.)
The next twenty minutes were spent with Boochun punching Yoochun, trying to make him cry and Yoochun making ugly-face and complaining about the pain.
"Since when did it take a lot for a Yoochun to cry?" Boochun was getting tired and impatient. Plus he had to go pee.
"Well, well, well. Look like the sleeping uglies woke up."
From the deep, dark shadows of the hallway (or at least that's how Yoochuns see things at 2PM), Junsu appeared, soccer ball in hand.
Yoochun and Boochun stopped what they were doing, gasped and held onto each other. They watched as Junsu dragged a ladder over, climbed on and overlooked the fishbowl.
"Dodgeball?" Junsu's voice was suspiciously sweet.
(Who ever knew that dodgeball would be the way to make yoochuns-in-fishbowls cry?
"I'm hit! i don't - I don't think I'm going to make it!"
"Boochun!"
"It's okay. It's okay."
"No!"
By the time Changmin finally walks in, there are at least 6 more Yoochuns in the fishbowl -- all of whom are demanding to be named.)
"What is going on?" Changmin was serious when he had said they didn't need more eating, breathing, sleeping Yoochuns.
"Boochun needs to pee!"
"Don't pee in here you sicko!"
"He's going to do it!"
"Someone hit him!"
"I'm not peeing in here!"
The situation was laughable really.
"Changmin! Please let us out of here."
"But Yoochun, at least I think you're Yoochun, I need you guys in a stable environment so I can observe and study you."
"This is not stable!"
In back of Yoochun, six Yoochuns were ganging up on one lone Yoochun (who apparently has named himself 'The Mickster').
"I'm going to pee on you."
"Pee on him! Pee on him!"
"No one should be peeing in here!"
"Watch out, watch out!"
"Did you pee?!"
"No!"
"It's Junsu!"
"Hide behind the real Yoochun!"
"Get out of my way!"
Apparently Junsu had found himself a water gun, and was sprinkling water and threatening to shoot them.
"Junsu!" Heads turned to look at Yunho, who was looking quite displeased with what was happening. The Yoochuns squished against the glass of the fishbowl, "Yunho, help us.", puppy faces and everything.
//
Yunho had somehow tackled Junsu down, stopping him from annihilating any Yoochuns. Jaejoong had walked into the living room, staring at the Yoochuns in the fishbowl and wondering how much he should cook.
"The big headed one! He cooks!"
"Where? Where? I can't see!"
"Jaejoong, I don't want anything spicy."
"I do! Jaejoong, I do!"
Jaejoong walked away into the kitchen, wondering how he was going to cook for 8 Yoochuns with different tastes.
After lunch, Changmin demanded that the Yoochuns get back into fishbowl for further observation in the name of science. Obviously no one was going to stop him or object. This was Changmin we were talking about.
"Changmin, don't make me go."
"Why not? Which one are you?"
The new Yoochun pouted and clung onto him, "I'm Yoo-chan."
"Yoo... Yoo-chan? Oh god."
"I don't wanna go back in there. The Mickster is mean. And Junsu is scary!"
Changmin glanced around, Yunho was lecturing The Mickster on making friends and being nice, Boochun was trying to convince Jaejoong to form a duo called Boochun and Boojae, and the rest of the Yoochuns (whose names he finally memorized through dinner) were fighting with Junsu ("If you guys lied down on the floor, your foreheads would make the biggest soccer field in the world!").
"I'm sure it'll be okay."
"Please! I don't how to cook, but I can make a song!"
Changmin sighed. It didn't seem like Yoo-chan was going to willing to go into the fishbowl with the other Yoochuns. And with the way things were going, it looked like that was going to be the case for all the other Yoochuns too.
"Fine. Just... no gingerbread men."
end: Yoochun cries under his skin and m-preg ensues. Changmin is intrigued. Yunho is very, very, very excited. Jaejoong is crying at the grocery bill. Junsu is looking forward to playing soccer on Yoochun-foreheads.
crack || genfic || 933 words
Junsu peaked into the bathroom, giggling, "So... Boochun disappears when wet?"
Three of the four men in the bathroom respond with a quick, "Don't even think about it!"
Changmin shook his head, already seeing the chaos that was guaranteed to occur. "This should be okay as long as Yoochun doesn't cry under his skin."
''Well this is a little different.' was the first thought that came to mind when Yoochun woke up. It wasn't everyday that one woke up in a giant fish bowl. Where did one even get a giant fish bowl like this anyway. But wait --
Why was he in a fish bowl?
He pushed himself off the bottom of the bowl, which happened to be cushioned with pillows, tempting him back to sleep, and looked around. Boochun was sleeping on the opposite end, which really wasn't that far away. Yoochun tried to shake him awake, "Yah, Boochun!"
Boochun reluctantly woke up, frowning and attempting to glare at him.
"We're in a giant fish bowl!"
"I know, I know." Boochun turned around, brushing Yoochun's panic off.
"You know?!"
"Yeah, Changmin moved us in here last night."
"And you didn't do anything?"
"Sleepy. Lazy."
"I should have known." Yoochun huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. This was a whole new take on someone being their own worst enemy. He looked up, wondering how he was going to get out. The top of the goldfish bowl was too high, and there was no way he and Boochun could reach it even if one of them was propped onto the other's shoulder. If only there was more of him...
That's it!
"Boochun, punch me!"
Boochun gave up on trying to ignore Yoochun, confused as to why he wouldn't just go back to sleep. "Whaaat?", he asked while rubbing his eyes awake.
"Punch me!"
"Why? I'm not into self-mutilation."
"It's our only means of escape!"
"...Punching you?"
"We'll make more of us!"
"Great idea!" (Only a Yoochun would think another Yoochun's idea was a great idea. And maybe Jaejoong sometimes, but he's a funny little fellow.)
The next twenty minutes were spent with Boochun punching Yoochun, trying to make him cry and Yoochun making ugly-face and complaining about the pain.
"Since when did it take a lot for a Yoochun to cry?" Boochun was getting tired and impatient. Plus he had to go pee.
"Well, well, well. Look like the sleeping uglies woke up."
From the deep, dark shadows of the hallway (or at least that's how Yoochuns see things at 2PM), Junsu appeared, soccer ball in hand.
Yoochun and Boochun stopped what they were doing, gasped and held onto each other. They watched as Junsu dragged a ladder over, climbed on and overlooked the fishbowl.
"Dodgeball?" Junsu's voice was suspiciously sweet.
(Who ever knew that dodgeball would be the way to make yoochuns-in-fishbowls cry?
"I'm hit! i don't - I don't think I'm going to make it!"
"Boochun!"
"It's okay. It's okay."
"No!"
By the time Changmin finally walks in, there are at least 6 more Yoochuns in the fishbowl -- all of whom are demanding to be named.)
"What is going on?" Changmin was serious when he had said they didn't need more eating, breathing, sleeping Yoochuns.
"Boochun needs to pee!"
"Don't pee in here you sicko!"
"He's going to do it!"
"Someone hit him!"
"I'm not peeing in here!"
The situation was laughable really.
"Changmin! Please let us out of here."
"But Yoochun, at least I think you're Yoochun, I need you guys in a stable environment so I can observe and study you."
"This is not stable!"
In back of Yoochun, six Yoochuns were ganging up on one lone Yoochun (who apparently has named himself 'The Mickster').
"I'm going to pee on you."
"Pee on him! Pee on him!"
"No one should be peeing in here!"
"Watch out, watch out!"
"Did you pee?!"
"No!"
"It's Junsu!"
"Hide behind the real Yoochun!"
"Get out of my way!"
Apparently Junsu had found himself a water gun, and was sprinkling water and threatening to shoot them.
"Junsu!" Heads turned to look at Yunho, who was looking quite displeased with what was happening. The Yoochuns squished against the glass of the fishbowl, "Yunho, help us.", puppy faces and everything.
//
Yunho had somehow tackled Junsu down, stopping him from annihilating any Yoochuns. Jaejoong had walked into the living room, staring at the Yoochuns in the fishbowl and wondering how much he should cook.
"The big headed one! He cooks!"
"Where? Where? I can't see!"
"Jaejoong, I don't want anything spicy."
"I do! Jaejoong, I do!"
Jaejoong walked away into the kitchen, wondering how he was going to cook for 8 Yoochuns with different tastes.
After lunch, Changmin demanded that the Yoochuns get back into fishbowl for further observation in the name of science. Obviously no one was going to stop him or object. This was Changmin we were talking about.
"Changmin, don't make me go."
"Why not? Which one are you?"
The new Yoochun pouted and clung onto him, "I'm Yoo-chan."
"Yoo... Yoo-chan? Oh god."
"I don't wanna go back in there. The Mickster is mean. And Junsu is scary!"
Changmin glanced around, Yunho was lecturing The Mickster on making friends and being nice, Boochun was trying to convince Jaejoong to form a duo called Boochun and Boojae, and the rest of the Yoochuns (whose names he finally memorized through dinner) were fighting with Junsu ("If you guys lied down on the floor, your foreheads would make the biggest soccer field in the world!").
"I'm sure it'll be okay."
"Please! I don't how to cook, but I can make a song!"
Changmin sighed. It didn't seem like Yoo-chan was going to willing to go into the fishbowl with the other Yoochuns. And with the way things were going, it looked like that was going to be the case for all the other Yoochuns too.
"Fine. Just... no gingerbread men."
end: Yoochun cries under his skin and m-preg ensues. Changmin is intrigued. Yunho is very, very, very excited. Jaejoong is crying at the grocery bill. Junsu is looking forward to playing soccer on Yoochun-foreheads.