9 lives
Title: 9 lives
Author: shinkimonk
Parings: YunJae
Length: 2/7
Overall Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story might cause you to roll your eyes, scowl, make pff sounds and lose any bit of credibility you have for this author. Hopefully you enjoy something :))
Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Stupidity
Summary: The miracle love between a young fabulous tiger and a young stubborn lion.
Outstanding!
His little brother turned out to be just as strong-minded, gritty and mulish as himself. Jaejoong was sort of proud of his vigorous, healthy independence of thought and judgment except for the part where it hindered his life as Changmin denied him assistance.
It wasn’t that surprising that Changmin was so inflexible to him, but to Junsu? The kid’s 2 years-long crush? Amazing indeed! Not even the suggestive images he painted in the boy’s mind of Junsu in a tight swimsuit running along the beach, squeaking and laughing with his dolphin voice, with Changmin chasing after him, the sun setting in the horizon, free pina coladas at the bar, then Junsu tripping and falling in the sea, dragging Changmin with him, refreshing splashes of salty water on their faces, more squeaking, more laugher, Junsu’s bathing suit floating in the distance… None of that, not that amazing peachy trip to the beach by the end of the summer, was enough to turn Changmin’s decision.
Damn him and his deceased hormones! Jaejoong grunted. How he did it? He had no clue, because if someone ever tempted him with what he wish for the most what wouldn’t he do?
He knew Junsu was Changmin’s puppy love. The boy was skillful when it came to hide his inner garbage under the rug, specially his not-so-innocent affections towards a certain older boy, but Jaejoong was also very good at deciphering his baby brother’s mind… Or did he just get lucky that beautiful Sunday morning when he walked in Changmin’s bedroom before he woke up and found a nice, sturdy cobra dancing under the covers, just above the boy’s crotch, while he continued to call for his Junsu hyung.
That was the day Jaejoong realized he could finally speak heart-to-heart with his dongsaeng because the little demon had finally entered puberty and had his brains swimming in putrescence… just like everyone else.
True that at that time Jaejoong hadn’t thought of the little discovery heaven-sent a, right now though it was top notch bribing material.
Changmin refused to cooperate though. So there was Jaejoong inside the geeky kid’s bedroom, a little past mid-night, with a camera in hand.
“Call Junsu, Changmin. Juuuuuun-suuuuu. You like Junsu. Junsu. Junsu-yah.”
Changmin just kept snoring. He’d mumble something from time to time.
“Ramyeon ….Nihongo ramyeon and… sirloin”
But that didn’t help Jaejoong’s mission.
“Sesame… Sesame seed sprinkled”
“Why are you so damn hungry?! You ate like an hour ago!” Jaejoong hissed and let his head fall backwards on the chair. This wasn’t working.
“Not enough…. Give me more….ramyeon”
Changmin answered his questions, but Jaejoong was too preoccupied on his thwarted goals to regard him. What harm would it cause to tell Junsu that Changmin had the hots for him if
Junsu didn’t believe him? He needed irrefutable evidence to back up his words, but it didn’t seem like he’d succeed anytime soon if Changmin could only think of noodles and cows middle-section.
“Maybe I can find something around here” RainbowJoong reflected as he placed the little camera on the desk. He stood up and went through his brother’s stuff with soaring hopes of finding something highly compromising of Changmin’s infatuation for Junsu or simply too embarrassing for the young boy to handle so he’d never let a peep of their conversation to their parents.
After half an hour of pretty much nothing but tripping and hissing - so little help from the moon and his cell-phone light- Jaejoong decided he’d just steal his brother’s money and go to bed. Then he spotted something that startled him and made his breath caught in his throat.
He was not expecting to find this anywhere near Changmin’s bedroom, much less inside his wallet. How was he going to take the little demon’s money now?
The picture had been taken a couple years ago, but time certainly had distracted Jaejoong good enough during those years that the memory felt so far away.
“When did you stop being so cute Minnie?” He murmured, a warm smile spread across his lips.
He turned his head around and stared at an adorable Changmin tangled in his Harry Potter sheets, sleeping so peacefully. Jaejoong’s smile gradually faded until it became a grumpy pout.
“All right. You’re still cute. It’s me who has changed. But this is who I am now Min. I‘m sorry you don’t approve”
Jaejoong might look frivolous and self-centered, but he had a big warm heart. He truly loved the other boy and the hurt that coated his voice with those last words was the most honest feeling he had in himself.
“You don’t like me anymore, do you Minnie?” He asked miserably.
Jaejoong put back Changmin’s wallet in place, leaving the picture and the couple bills untouched. He took his camera and walked towards the door, but he was stopped.
“Hyung, I like you... You’re my favorite brother”
Jaejoong’s pout vanished instantly and he chuckled. The other was still sleeping, but well unconscious people are the most honest… when they can talk that is. Changmin did.
“I’m your only brother, retard” Grinning, he tucked the blankets tighter around his baby brother and turned around to leave the room when it hit him like a bullet through his brain.
“Of course!! How could I’ve forgotten?! He’s like a freaking magic 8 ball when he’s asleep!”
Mumbling and incoherent, but a magic 8 ball at the best. Changmin didn’t only talk in his sleep, he answered questions, any kind. And this was Jaejoong’s perfect opportunity to break in his little brother’s head and nurture on his brilliant thoughts.
“You’re dense” The maknae muttered.
“Shut up! That wasn’t a question, well it was, but… Nevermind. Let’s get to business Minnie.
What should I ask you?”
“Nothing”
“Haha very funny”
What should Jaejoong ask? The number of that bank account with all Changmin’s savings, their dad’s secret spot for the car keys, the boy’s dirtiest fantasies regarding a not-so-mysterious hyung, or Changmin’s twitter’s account to check if he was following him? The list would be endless with every tempting question there was to ask to his dongsaeng. However there’s only one matter which could actually exert such pressure on Jaejoong to take advantage of Changmin’s vulnerability at the moment. And that was what he kindly requested from him hours ago and the boy deny him time after time.
“Minnie why don’t you want me to have YoYo?”
“Hyung is allergic to cats”
“Why do you care? I mean do you really care or is it just to piss me off and rejoice in my frustrations?”
“I don’t like watching hyung hurt himself”
Jaejoong’s frown turned upside down and he smiled sweetly at the younger boy.
“So you love your Jaejoong hyung that much?”
“I don’t love… men”
“You love Junsu!!”
“…”
“Let me rephrase that. You love Junsu?”
“I don’t love… men”
Jaejoong narrowed his eyes and pulled up his dongsaeng’s eyelids. Changmin’s pupils were having a party in there. He was in his REM stage so he was really out. He chuckled and pecked Changmin’s forehead.
“You’re as gay as your big brother Minnie Mouse, but I guess not even subconsciously you’re ready to accept it…It will take you time I know, but I’ll always be by your side. I was a little younger than you when I finally admitted it to myself. You know what’s the funniest? When you as-”
“Nahh”
Jaejoong chuckled, remembering that indeed for every question he made there would be an answer from his personal 8ball.
“That mom and dad will never get off our backs for not giving them grandchildren!" He laughed. "Nah. I’m kidding. That’s just sad. The funniest thing of ever admitting that you absolutely drool over tall boys with giraffe legs, with small faces, soft hair, gorgeous smile, manly hands, you know like slender big hands with bony fingers?
“I don’t”
“I’m getting sidetracked here. Well, what I was trying to say is that although being different to the rest of the world does seem like the biggest burden to carry. I mean no one wants to feel alienated or wrong, but actually it isn’t like that and you don’t feel like that either. Once you’re honest with yourself the saddle goes away. I remember how it was for me. I was re-watching another of my favorite concerts of KangTa and in the middle of it, during a ballad he hit this very high note and bent his body while he sang, the veins in his neck popped, he was sweaty and so amazing. The next thing I knew there it was, my first and very massive erection. After something like that, one just starts to think and I had to admit to myself that indeed I was different than most boys because when I said that fucking KangTa was the best, I meant it… So you’re right after all, RainbowJoong is queer, but nobody buys that, do they?”
“…They don’t”
“I know” Jaejoong puffed his cheeks in a displeased manner. He wasn’t thrilled about the idea of coming out a couple years ago, but now that he was madly in love with someone, he wished he could let the world know about it.
However because of that idiotic name he was given and the monstrous eminence it had, it was nearly impossible for the blond boy to come out. RainbowJoong was a role model of tenacity, beauty and fashion. He was also the beloved leader of a highly regarded gang of hooligans known as the RainbowMob.
Jaejoong wasn’t particularly fond of rude, nosy thugs even if they were hot. However he did have a soft stop to being worshipped, so eventually he agreed to lead the city’s punks… but not exactly down the criminal path he guided them. The RainbowMob did a lot of gay stuff actually. They baked, they did charity, they fed the homeless, they planted trees, they rescued stray animals, they went shopping, they took selcas, they slow-danced in public.
And none of that was ever considered less manly than a good, old-fashioned blood bath of a fight of course, because the idiot who dared point it out, would be sleeping with the fishes by the end of the afternoon. Unlike their beautiful boss, who could barely hold a fist, those boys from the RainbowMob knew how to break bones just by staring.
Therefore Jaejoong couldn’t and shouldn’t jeopardize everything wonderful that RainbowJoong built alongside with the RainbowMob. He also felt like it’d be the end of their ‘criminal’ organization if he let down his friends. Sure, those gangsters had become his dear friends. They respected and admired him. The fact that they thought RainbowJoong was Bruce Lee’s bastard son might have something to do with it, but they certainly didn’t seem to have an issue with their leader being who he was, metrosexual and stuff. But…homosexual? That was a completely different story. What kind of band of brothers would they be if they thought his boss was actually checking them out while they fought for his honor?
“They think I’m like Rain in Ninja Assassin when I’m more like banging Ninja Rain. Did you saw how crazy flexible he was?”
“Ye”
“He was amazing. I bought the whole trained-since-baby crap. I just hate that he was playing a Japanese role. What’s so hard to believe about Korean ninjas? I’m one apparently!”
“Exactly. They’re full of shit”
“Aish! Are you really asleep?”
“Ye”
“Well, don’t blame me on this. I didn’t plan anything. You know I’m in love with my hair and my clothes. I wouldn’t let them change me. I didn’t want to be boring like the rest when I know I’m not like the rest!” Jaejoong defended.
“It wasn’t even a subliminal way of coming out or anything. It’s just that nobody touches my hair. It’s sacred you know?”
“I know”
“Do you really? I wonder…” Jaejoong chuckled. “Well, at the end standing up to all those teachers whipping my ass had its rewards. You’re also transferred to Cassiopeia and they feed you well there. You haven’t thanked me though…” He ran a hand through his brother’s hair and continued the affectionate talk proper from an older brother.
“Sticking out for your beliefs is always rewarding Min. It gives you peace. That’s why I’m not backing out of my plans and I’ll have YoYo and you will help me you hear me?”
“I wish I didn’t”
“So tell me little brother. What is that obvious way you say I can have the cat without mom and dad refusing me?”
“…Stop lying”
Jaejoong immediately scowled. “What do you mean?”
“Tell the truth hyung”
“What truth?”
“…Yunho”
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This is so messy hehe, but once you connect that what Jaejoong was talking about in the first chapter (what he reeeeeeeally wants) is a cat and he's allergic to them, very allergic, makes sense. I hope.
GoYangEe----> his turtle. Do you know want Goyangi means in korean?
Now we're left to guess who's YoYo!
This is the lamest fic ever! I warned in the disclaimer!
All right chapter 1 might have been a bit too encrypted, mian, mian, here's the translation:.
Basically Jae loves cats and is desperately asking Min to help him figure a plan to convince his parents so he can keep a cat (a special one named YoYo, you'll see why this kitty is special), but his parents as good parents won't let him due to his terrible allergy to cats
So...
Min says: deal with your limitations, Jae says: there's medicine for allergies, I'll buy it, I want my damn cat.
When Min asked Jae that if he have had contact with ___ in the streets? He means cats. Cats from the streets should be more dangerous for Jae since they're stray and hadn't been taken care of, more parasites and stuff.
Then this: My Hottie-Biscottie! Furriest Morris, Sir. Jiggly jiggles, Mr. Wisky, Sylvester, Fucking Purring Cat Stevens! <---- C
at names
Author: shinkimonk
Parings: YunJae
Length: 2/7
Overall Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story might cause you to roll your eyes, scowl, make pff sounds and lose any bit of credibility you have for this author. Hopefully you enjoy something :))
Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Stupidity
Summary: The miracle love between a young fabulous tiger and a young stubborn lion.
Outstanding!
His little brother turned out to be just as strong-minded, gritty and mulish as himself. Jaejoong was sort of proud of his vigorous, healthy independence of thought and judgment except for the part where it hindered his life as Changmin denied him assistance.
It wasn’t that surprising that Changmin was so inflexible to him, but to Junsu? The kid’s 2 years-long crush? Amazing indeed! Not even the suggestive images he painted in the boy’s mind of Junsu in a tight swimsuit running along the beach, squeaking and laughing with his dolphin voice, with Changmin chasing after him, the sun setting in the horizon, free pina coladas at the bar, then Junsu tripping and falling in the sea, dragging Changmin with him, refreshing splashes of salty water on their faces, more squeaking, more laugher, Junsu’s bathing suit floating in the distance… None of that, not that amazing peachy trip to the beach by the end of the summer, was enough to turn Changmin’s decision.
Damn him and his deceased hormones! Jaejoong grunted. How he did it? He had no clue, because if someone ever tempted him with what he wish for the most what wouldn’t he do?
He knew Junsu was Changmin’s puppy love. The boy was skillful when it came to hide his inner garbage under the rug, specially his not-so-innocent affections towards a certain older boy, but Jaejoong was also very good at deciphering his baby brother’s mind… Or did he just get lucky that beautiful Sunday morning when he walked in Changmin’s bedroom before he woke up and found a nice, sturdy cobra dancing under the covers, just above the boy’s crotch, while he continued to call for his Junsu hyung.
That was the day Jaejoong realized he could finally speak heart-to-heart with his dongsaeng because the little demon had finally entered puberty and had his brains swimming in putrescence… just like everyone else.
True that at that time Jaejoong hadn’t thought of the little discovery heaven-sent a, right now though it was top notch bribing material.
Changmin refused to cooperate though. So there was Jaejoong inside the geeky kid’s bedroom, a little past mid-night, with a camera in hand.
“Call Junsu, Changmin. Juuuuuun-suuuuu. You like Junsu. Junsu. Junsu-yah.”
Changmin just kept snoring. He’d mumble something from time to time.
“Ramyeon ….Nihongo ramyeon and… sirloin”
But that didn’t help Jaejoong’s mission.
“Sesame… Sesame seed sprinkled”
“Why are you so damn hungry?! You ate like an hour ago!” Jaejoong hissed and let his head fall backwards on the chair. This wasn’t working.
“Not enough…. Give me more….ramyeon”
Changmin answered his questions, but Jaejoong was too preoccupied on his thwarted goals to regard him. What harm would it cause to tell Junsu that Changmin had the hots for him if
Junsu didn’t believe him? He needed irrefutable evidence to back up his words, but it didn’t seem like he’d succeed anytime soon if Changmin could only think of noodles and cows middle-section.
“Maybe I can find something around here” RainbowJoong reflected as he placed the little camera on the desk. He stood up and went through his brother’s stuff with soaring hopes of finding something highly compromising of Changmin’s infatuation for Junsu or simply too embarrassing for the young boy to handle so he’d never let a peep of their conversation to their parents.
After half an hour of pretty much nothing but tripping and hissing - so little help from the moon and his cell-phone light- Jaejoong decided he’d just steal his brother’s money and go to bed. Then he spotted something that startled him and made his breath caught in his throat.
He was not expecting to find this anywhere near Changmin’s bedroom, much less inside his wallet. How was he going to take the little demon’s money now?
The picture had been taken a couple years ago, but time certainly had distracted Jaejoong good enough during those years that the memory felt so far away.
“When did you stop being so cute Minnie?” He murmured, a warm smile spread across his lips.
He turned his head around and stared at an adorable Changmin tangled in his Harry Potter sheets, sleeping so peacefully. Jaejoong’s smile gradually faded until it became a grumpy pout.
“All right. You’re still cute. It’s me who has changed. But this is who I am now Min. I‘m sorry you don’t approve”
Jaejoong might look frivolous and self-centered, but he had a big warm heart. He truly loved the other boy and the hurt that coated his voice with those last words was the most honest feeling he had in himself.
“You don’t like me anymore, do you Minnie?” He asked miserably.
Jaejoong put back Changmin’s wallet in place, leaving the picture and the couple bills untouched. He took his camera and walked towards the door, but he was stopped.
“Hyung, I like you... You’re my favorite brother”
Jaejoong’s pout vanished instantly and he chuckled. The other was still sleeping, but well unconscious people are the most honest… when they can talk that is. Changmin did.
“I’m your only brother, retard” Grinning, he tucked the blankets tighter around his baby brother and turned around to leave the room when it hit him like a bullet through his brain.
“Of course!! How could I’ve forgotten?! He’s like a freaking magic 8 ball when he’s asleep!”
Mumbling and incoherent, but a magic 8 ball at the best. Changmin didn’t only talk in his sleep, he answered questions, any kind. And this was Jaejoong’s perfect opportunity to break in his little brother’s head and nurture on his brilliant thoughts.
“You’re dense” The maknae muttered.
“Shut up! That wasn’t a question, well it was, but… Nevermind. Let’s get to business Minnie.
What should I ask you?”
“Nothing”
“Haha very funny”
What should Jaejoong ask? The number of that bank account with all Changmin’s savings, their dad’s secret spot for the car keys, the boy’s dirtiest fantasies regarding a not-so-mysterious hyung, or Changmin’s twitter’s account to check if he was following him? The list would be endless with every tempting question there was to ask to his dongsaeng. However there’s only one matter which could actually exert such pressure on Jaejoong to take advantage of Changmin’s vulnerability at the moment. And that was what he kindly requested from him hours ago and the boy deny him time after time.
“Minnie why don’t you want me to have YoYo?”
“Hyung is allergic to cats”
“Why do you care? I mean do you really care or is it just to piss me off and rejoice in my frustrations?”
“I don’t like watching hyung hurt himself”
Jaejoong’s frown turned upside down and he smiled sweetly at the younger boy.
“So you love your Jaejoong hyung that much?”
“I don’t love… men”
“You love Junsu!!”
“…”
“Let me rephrase that. You love Junsu?”
“I don’t love… men”
Jaejoong narrowed his eyes and pulled up his dongsaeng’s eyelids. Changmin’s pupils were having a party in there. He was in his REM stage so he was really out. He chuckled and pecked Changmin’s forehead.
“You’re as gay as your big brother Minnie Mouse, but I guess not even subconsciously you’re ready to accept it…It will take you time I know, but I’ll always be by your side. I was a little younger than you when I finally admitted it to myself. You know what’s the funniest? When you as-”
“Nahh”
Jaejoong chuckled, remembering that indeed for every question he made there would be an answer from his personal 8ball.
“That mom and dad will never get off our backs for not giving them grandchildren!" He laughed. "Nah. I’m kidding. That’s just sad. The funniest thing of ever admitting that you absolutely drool over tall boys with giraffe legs, with small faces, soft hair, gorgeous smile, manly hands, you know like slender big hands with bony fingers?
“I don’t”
“I’m getting sidetracked here. Well, what I was trying to say is that although being different to the rest of the world does seem like the biggest burden to carry. I mean no one wants to feel alienated or wrong, but actually it isn’t like that and you don’t feel like that either. Once you’re honest with yourself the saddle goes away. I remember how it was for me. I was re-watching another of my favorite concerts of KangTa and in the middle of it, during a ballad he hit this very high note and bent his body while he sang, the veins in his neck popped, he was sweaty and so amazing. The next thing I knew there it was, my first and very massive erection. After something like that, one just starts to think and I had to admit to myself that indeed I was different than most boys because when I said that fucking KangTa was the best, I meant it… So you’re right after all, RainbowJoong is queer, but nobody buys that, do they?”
“…They don’t”
“I know” Jaejoong puffed his cheeks in a displeased manner. He wasn’t thrilled about the idea of coming out a couple years ago, but now that he was madly in love with someone, he wished he could let the world know about it.
However because of that idiotic name he was given and the monstrous eminence it had, it was nearly impossible for the blond boy to come out. RainbowJoong was a role model of tenacity, beauty and fashion. He was also the beloved leader of a highly regarded gang of hooligans known as the RainbowMob.
Jaejoong wasn’t particularly fond of rude, nosy thugs even if they were hot. However he did have a soft stop to being worshipped, so eventually he agreed to lead the city’s punks… but not exactly down the criminal path he guided them. The RainbowMob did a lot of gay stuff actually. They baked, they did charity, they fed the homeless, they planted trees, they rescued stray animals, they went shopping, they took selcas, they slow-danced in public.
And none of that was ever considered less manly than a good, old-fashioned blood bath of a fight of course, because the idiot who dared point it out, would be sleeping with the fishes by the end of the afternoon. Unlike their beautiful boss, who could barely hold a fist, those boys from the RainbowMob knew how to break bones just by staring.
Therefore Jaejoong couldn’t and shouldn’t jeopardize everything wonderful that RainbowJoong built alongside with the RainbowMob. He also felt like it’d be the end of their ‘criminal’ organization if he let down his friends. Sure, those gangsters had become his dear friends. They respected and admired him. The fact that they thought RainbowJoong was Bruce Lee’s bastard son might have something to do with it, but they certainly didn’t seem to have an issue with their leader being who he was, metrosexual and stuff. But…homosexual? That was a completely different story. What kind of band of brothers would they be if they thought his boss was actually checking them out while they fought for his honor?
“They think I’m like Rain in Ninja Assassin when I’m more like banging Ninja Rain. Did you saw how crazy flexible he was?”
“Ye”
“He was amazing. I bought the whole trained-since-baby crap. I just hate that he was playing a Japanese role. What’s so hard to believe about Korean ninjas? I’m one apparently!”
“Exactly. They’re full of shit”
“Aish! Are you really asleep?”
“Ye”
“Well, don’t blame me on this. I didn’t plan anything. You know I’m in love with my hair and my clothes. I wouldn’t let them change me. I didn’t want to be boring like the rest when I know I’m not like the rest!” Jaejoong defended.
“It wasn’t even a subliminal way of coming out or anything. It’s just that nobody touches my hair. It’s sacred you know?”
“I know”
“Do you really? I wonder…” Jaejoong chuckled. “Well, at the end standing up to all those teachers whipping my ass had its rewards. You’re also transferred to Cassiopeia and they feed you well there. You haven’t thanked me though…” He ran a hand through his brother’s hair and continued the affectionate talk proper from an older brother.
“Sticking out for your beliefs is always rewarding Min. It gives you peace. That’s why I’m not backing out of my plans and I’ll have YoYo and you will help me you hear me?”
“I wish I didn’t”
“So tell me little brother. What is that obvious way you say I can have the cat without mom and dad refusing me?”
“…Stop lying”
Jaejoong immediately scowled. “What do you mean?”
“Tell the truth hyung”
“What truth?”
“…Yunho”
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This is so messy hehe, but once you connect that what Jaejoong was talking about in the first chapter (what he reeeeeeeally wants) is a cat and he's allergic to them, very allergic, makes sense. I hope.
GoYangEe----> his turtle. Do you know want Goyangi means in korean?
Now we're left to guess who's YoYo!
This is the lamest fic ever! I warned in the disclaimer!
All right chapter 1 might have been a bit too encrypted, mian, mian, here's the translation:.
Basically Jae loves cats and is desperately asking Min to help him figure a plan to convince his parents so he can keep a cat (a special one named YoYo, you'll see why this kitty is special), but his parents as good parents won't let him due to his terrible allergy to cats
So...
Min says: deal with your limitations, Jae says: there's medicine for allergies, I'll buy it, I want my damn cat.
When Min asked Jae that if he have had contact with ___ in the streets? He means cats. Cats from the streets should be more dangerous for Jae since they're stray and hadn't been taken care of, more parasites and stuff.
Then this: My Hottie-Biscottie! Furriest Morris, Sir. Jiggly jiggles, Mr. Wisky, Sylvester, Fucking Purring Cat Stevens! <---- C
at names