FANFIC: "Rebellion (Ch 7: The Maknae)" (JYJ/HoMin YunJae)
Title: Rebellion: Ch 7: The Maknae
Pairings: YunJae & YooSu
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Post-Lawsuit, Drabble, Separation/Angst (mild), Fluff
Rating: PG
Warning: Umm, slight angst over being separated but fluffy conversations, the occassional curse word? Strong Bias/OTP presence. In later chapters, scheme/plotting/rebellion & overwhelming fluff. Cuddling. Random "Sender Names" on the text messages (yes I probably have entirely too much fun with those).
Dedication: Hey onichick I hope this makes you smile my awesome CassieSixthGun. <3 Co-Dedica for thesilveramazon because her comments make me giggle!
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, claim to own DBSK/TVXQ/HoMin/JYJ. They belong to themselves and each other. But if they were mine they'd all be in the same place and there would be world peace. Just sayin'. My Birthday is in August, people. Think. About. It. This fic is the product of my imagination, I do all my own stunts writing. Please do not attempt these techniques at home. No Beta (sorry for mistakes, I try to spare you).
Previous Chapters: "Chapter 1: The Phone Call" "Chapter 2: The Magazine" "Chapter 3: The Letter" "Chapter 4: The Text Messages" "Chapter 5: The Sanctuary" "Chapter 6: The Couple"
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Changmin sighed as the interviewer bid him farewell, smiling and bowing as they stood. Managing a faint smile in reply, Changmin bowed and then took his leave, slipping outside for a few minutes of peace and quiet. It was after nightfall and he still had a photo shoot to go to, so he drank the quiet in while he could.
A few deep breaths proved to be the only time he had, for the next moment his car appeared and the driver was opening the door for him, offering a sympathetic smile. “Ready?”
Changmin inhaled deeply, burying his hands in his pockets and wishing he had four bodies accompanying him on this hectic schedule. “Yes, let’s not keep them waiting.”
**
Letting hair and makeup work on him, Changmin reached for his phone. He eyed the device suspiciously, one brow arching as it buzzed under his fingertips.
1 New Text Message:
From: YunhoHyung
Almost done with your photoshoot?
1 New Text Message:
From: Boo’sFavorite
I think so… Why?
1 New Text Message:
From: YunhoHyung
Last minute dinner party. I’ll send you the address.
1 New Text Message:
From: Boo’sFavorite
What?!?! But hyuuung!
1 New Text Message:
From: BossyHyung
Don’t “but hyung” me. Just meet me here when you’re done.
Changmin grunted.
1 New Text Message:
From: SuspiciousMaknae
Fine!
**
“Yunho you better have a hell of a good reason for sending me cryptic messages about dinner parties when I’m walking out of a photo shoot that just went back-to-back with an interview!” Changmin snapped as he kicked his shoes off and hung up his jacket, closing the door loudly enough to express his displeasure.
The address wasn’t one that was familiar to him, and he was just tired and hungry enough not to care if he shocked his host by being mad at his ‘hyung’. Things were so much easier in his life when he could quietly torture Junsu and then walk into the kitchen and be spoiled by Jaejoong. Damn he missed the good old days.
“There’s food?” Yunho called from somewhere in the apartment.
As if that alone would appease him. Well, it might. He couldn’t really blame Yunho for trying, if he thought about it for longer than a minute. As it was Changmin had already hesitated in his snarling, inhaling deeply. The blend of scents was promising enough, his stomach voicing its approval and opinion that he move to the kitchen as fast as humanly possible. This, in Changmin’s case, was actually impressively swift. Still, he didn’t jump forward yet, instead inhaling again.
There was a comforting similarity in this blend of scents, one that washed over him like a wave and instantly banished all thoughts of being styled and then interrogated to within an inch of his life. Granted, anyone could make jiggae, kimchi and jeongal. But there was a subtle layer in the scents, a spice and a splash of soju. Pineapple and orange blossoms.
“Minnie-ah?” Yunho called, his voice gentle. “Are you going to stand in the hallway after such a long day? I thought you’d be hungry…”
Soju and pineapple. Orange blossoms and Yunho. Changmin inhaled again to make sure his nose wasn’t fooled, and suddenly his eyes were filling with tears.
“Let me up.” Jae whispered, patting Yunho’s arm. “Let me go to him.”
“Joongie.” Yunho hesitated, sighing when the older male gave him a single speaking look. “Alright, alright.”
Jae smiled and kissed his boyfriend’s jaw, sliding out of Yunho’s grip and pacing around the corner and into the hallway. “Minnie-ah?”
“Jaejoong-hyung?” The younger male looked up, frozen as he waited for the soft sound of footsteps to round the corner in front of him.
“Min-ah.” Jae murmured as he came into view. “If you don’t leave the doorway, how do you expect me to feed you?”
The younger male launched himself forward. “Jaejoong!”
“Whoa!” Jaejoong yelped as they tumbled backwards.
Yunho bolted off the couch and around the corner to the hallway as the sound of bodies hitting the wall echoed around the apartment. He stopped just as suddenly, sighing at the sight before him. Jaejoong had his arms wrapped around a shaking Changmin, face hidden against Min’s hair and the maknae’s face buried in his chest. Their legs were tangled and they weren’t exactly stable, even splayed against the wall as they were.
Folding his arms over his chest and leaning one shoulder against the wall, Yunho sighed. “What am I going to do with you two?”
“Get us a couch?” Jae offered weakly, managing a slightly-wobbly smile as he glanced up at his boyfriend. “He’s getting too big to be tackling me.”
“I can’t carry you both.” Yunho muttered, stepping forward. “Come here, Min-ah.”
“No.” Changmin grumbled childishly, clinging more to Jaejoong. “Not moving.”
“Let’s at least go sit down, Minnie.” Jae soothed, petting his dongsaeng’s hair. “I promise I won’t leave you, but we should at least sit… And you’re hungry, remember?”
Changmin glanced up, seeming to suddenly remember the food. “You cooked?”
“Yes, Min-ah, I cooked.”
“A lot?”
“Hopefully enough to feed you.” Jae sighed. “Come on, let’s get you your first plate and then we’ll talk about calling your brothers.”
“The hyungs aren’t here?”
Jae smiled and shook his head. “Just me and your father.”
“… So, just like old times?” Min lifted his head from Jae’s chest, glancing to Yunho. “I sit between you two and pretend to ignore your staring?”
“No.” Yunho muttered. “You can sit next to me, and Jae is sitting in my lap. No one is sitting between us tonight, dongsaeng.”
“So long as Umma feeds me, that’s fine.” Min smiled, straightening and catching Jae’s hand to drag him toward Yunho and the scent of food. “Maybe once I’m done eating you can call the hyungs.”
“So you’ll want to see them too?”
“Once I’ve eaten, yes.”
Jae smiled, hugging the younger male. “That much has not changed, hmm? I am glad of it, Min-ah.”
“Some things won’t ever change, Umma…” Changmin promised. “I hope you made enough.”
“He made enough.” Yunho promised, settling back on the couch to watch the pair attack the food, Jae being all too happy to load Min’s plate. “Even for the way you eat, Min-ah.”
“You’re just mad because he spoils me.” Min smiled.
“As you said, some things never change.”
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 8: The Hyungs"
Hello my darlings. An update for you! I'm sick in bed today but I'm going to try and get a couple more things done for you guys... This being the first of them! I know we're missing out on some YooSu, don't worry, the next chapter is all for them! For now, ta~daaaa! A Minnie-ah! A slightly-snarky, hungry-as-always Minnie-ah! I want to hug the damn giraffe, I told you I'm sick. Walking at the edge of the RedOcean, talk to me Cassiopeia! AKTF & Saranghae. ♥
Pairings: YunJae & YooSu
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Post-Lawsuit, Drabble, Separation/Angst (mild), Fluff
Rating: PG
Warning: Umm, slight angst over being separated but fluffy conversations, the occassional curse word? Strong Bias/OTP presence. In later chapters, scheme/plotting/rebellion & overwhelming fluff. Cuddling. Random "Sender Names" on the text messages (yes I probably have entirely too much fun with those).
Dedication: Hey onichick I hope this makes you smile my awesome CassieSixthGun. <3 Co-Dedica for thesilveramazon because her comments make me giggle!
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, claim to own DBSK/TVXQ/HoMin/JYJ. They belong to themselves and each other. But if they were mine they'd all be in the same place and there would be world peace. Just sayin'. My Birthday is in August, people. Think. About. It. This fic is the product of my imagination, I do all my own stunts writing. Please do not attempt these techniques at home. No Beta (sorry for mistakes, I try to spare you).
Previous Chapters: "Chapter 1: The Phone Call" "Chapter 2: The Magazine" "Chapter 3: The Letter" "Chapter 4: The Text Messages" "Chapter 5: The Sanctuary" "Chapter 6: The Couple"
***
Changmin sighed as the interviewer bid him farewell, smiling and bowing as they stood. Managing a faint smile in reply, Changmin bowed and then took his leave, slipping outside for a few minutes of peace and quiet. It was after nightfall and he still had a photo shoot to go to, so he drank the quiet in while he could.
A few deep breaths proved to be the only time he had, for the next moment his car appeared and the driver was opening the door for him, offering a sympathetic smile. “Ready?”
Changmin inhaled deeply, burying his hands in his pockets and wishing he had four bodies accompanying him on this hectic schedule. “Yes, let’s not keep them waiting.”
**
Letting hair and makeup work on him, Changmin reached for his phone. He eyed the device suspiciously, one brow arching as it buzzed under his fingertips.
1 New Text Message:
From: YunhoHyung
Almost done with your photoshoot?
1 New Text Message:
From: Boo’sFavorite
I think so… Why?
1 New Text Message:
From: YunhoHyung
Last minute dinner party. I’ll send you the address.
1 New Text Message:
From: Boo’sFavorite
What?!?! But hyuuung!
1 New Text Message:
From: BossyHyung
Don’t “but hyung” me. Just meet me here when you’re done.
Changmin grunted.
1 New Text Message:
From: SuspiciousMaknae
Fine!
**
“Yunho you better have a hell of a good reason for sending me cryptic messages about dinner parties when I’m walking out of a photo shoot that just went back-to-back with an interview!” Changmin snapped as he kicked his shoes off and hung up his jacket, closing the door loudly enough to express his displeasure.
The address wasn’t one that was familiar to him, and he was just tired and hungry enough not to care if he shocked his host by being mad at his ‘hyung’. Things were so much easier in his life when he could quietly torture Junsu and then walk into the kitchen and be spoiled by Jaejoong. Damn he missed the good old days.
“There’s food?” Yunho called from somewhere in the apartment.
As if that alone would appease him. Well, it might. He couldn’t really blame Yunho for trying, if he thought about it for longer than a minute. As it was Changmin had already hesitated in his snarling, inhaling deeply. The blend of scents was promising enough, his stomach voicing its approval and opinion that he move to the kitchen as fast as humanly possible. This, in Changmin’s case, was actually impressively swift. Still, he didn’t jump forward yet, instead inhaling again.
There was a comforting similarity in this blend of scents, one that washed over him like a wave and instantly banished all thoughts of being styled and then interrogated to within an inch of his life. Granted, anyone could make jiggae, kimchi and jeongal. But there was a subtle layer in the scents, a spice and a splash of soju. Pineapple and orange blossoms.
“Minnie-ah?” Yunho called, his voice gentle. “Are you going to stand in the hallway after such a long day? I thought you’d be hungry…”
Soju and pineapple. Orange blossoms and Yunho. Changmin inhaled again to make sure his nose wasn’t fooled, and suddenly his eyes were filling with tears.
“Let me up.” Jae whispered, patting Yunho’s arm. “Let me go to him.”
“Joongie.” Yunho hesitated, sighing when the older male gave him a single speaking look. “Alright, alright.”
Jae smiled and kissed his boyfriend’s jaw, sliding out of Yunho’s grip and pacing around the corner and into the hallway. “Minnie-ah?”
“Jaejoong-hyung?” The younger male looked up, frozen as he waited for the soft sound of footsteps to round the corner in front of him.
“Min-ah.” Jae murmured as he came into view. “If you don’t leave the doorway, how do you expect me to feed you?”
The younger male launched himself forward. “Jaejoong!”
“Whoa!” Jaejoong yelped as they tumbled backwards.
Yunho bolted off the couch and around the corner to the hallway as the sound of bodies hitting the wall echoed around the apartment. He stopped just as suddenly, sighing at the sight before him. Jaejoong had his arms wrapped around a shaking Changmin, face hidden against Min’s hair and the maknae’s face buried in his chest. Their legs were tangled and they weren’t exactly stable, even splayed against the wall as they were.
Folding his arms over his chest and leaning one shoulder against the wall, Yunho sighed. “What am I going to do with you two?”
“Get us a couch?” Jae offered weakly, managing a slightly-wobbly smile as he glanced up at his boyfriend. “He’s getting too big to be tackling me.”
“I can’t carry you both.” Yunho muttered, stepping forward. “Come here, Min-ah.”
“No.” Changmin grumbled childishly, clinging more to Jaejoong. “Not moving.”
“Let’s at least go sit down, Minnie.” Jae soothed, petting his dongsaeng’s hair. “I promise I won’t leave you, but we should at least sit… And you’re hungry, remember?”
Changmin glanced up, seeming to suddenly remember the food. “You cooked?”
“Yes, Min-ah, I cooked.”
“A lot?”
“Hopefully enough to feed you.” Jae sighed. “Come on, let’s get you your first plate and then we’ll talk about calling your brothers.”
“The hyungs aren’t here?”
Jae smiled and shook his head. “Just me and your father.”
“… So, just like old times?” Min lifted his head from Jae’s chest, glancing to Yunho. “I sit between you two and pretend to ignore your staring?”
“No.” Yunho muttered. “You can sit next to me, and Jae is sitting in my lap. No one is sitting between us tonight, dongsaeng.”
“So long as Umma feeds me, that’s fine.” Min smiled, straightening and catching Jae’s hand to drag him toward Yunho and the scent of food. “Maybe once I’m done eating you can call the hyungs.”
“So you’ll want to see them too?”
“Once I’ve eaten, yes.”
Jae smiled, hugging the younger male. “That much has not changed, hmm? I am glad of it, Min-ah.”
“Some things won’t ever change, Umma…” Changmin promised. “I hope you made enough.”
“He made enough.” Yunho promised, settling back on the couch to watch the pair attack the food, Jae being all too happy to load Min’s plate. “Even for the way you eat, Min-ah.”
“You’re just mad because he spoils me.” Min smiled.
“As you said, some things never change.”
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 8: The Hyungs"
Hello my darlings. An update for you! I'm sick in bed today but I'm going to try and get a couple more things done for you guys... This being the first of them! I know we're missing out on some YooSu, don't worry, the next chapter is all for them! For now, ta~daaaa! A Minnie-ah! A slightly-snarky, hungry-as-always Minnie-ah! I want to hug the damn giraffe, I told you I'm sick. Walking at the edge of the RedOcean, talk to me Cassiopeia! AKTF & Saranghae. ♥