The last of the grand birthday gifting process~~~!
Title: thirty one in counting.
By: chuchama
Summary: This set is by far the worst one. I mean that. Really. I'm sorry.
A/N: Happy birthday Michan! I love you~ Hope your day was filled with awesomeness. <3333
Part 3/3
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022.metastasis
Junsu kissed Yoochun unhurriedly, sensuously, lovingly, wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s waist and holding him close. Murmuring sweet nothings against the older man’s skin, he brushed his lips across his cheek and made a soft path down Yoochun’s neck.
Suddenly, he untangled himself from Yoochun and turned around, latching onto Changmin and grinding roughly against him. Changmin let out a small cry, arching himself into Junsu’s form, letting Junsu’s nails scrabble against his shoulders and leave their possessive marks. With a growl, Changmin then leaned in and sank his teeth into Junsu’s neck, drawing blood and a low hiss from him.
Yoochun came up behind Junsu and enveloped them both in an embrace, slowly and tenderly rubbing himself against Junsu’s backside as the two released their fiery, harsh, and frantic frustrations on each other.
023.scene
“I fixed my camera.” Junsu said.
Yoochun looked up from his task of tickling Changmin.
Changmin looked up from his task of hitting Yoochun viciously with a book.
Junsu took a picture.
024.tint
As Changmin lay in Junsu and Yoochun’s hold, a hold made loose by weariness and their drifting in and out of sleep, he let his mind wander. It had been a long day and they were all tired, had all collapsed into bed with few parting words.
He studied their faces in the dark of the night--early morning by this point--and thought that the hues cast upon their skin by the moonlight distorted through the blinds only made them more beautiful.
025.turnip
“Next, in ‘Cooking with the Great Master Chef Yoochun’, I, the Great Master Chef Yoochun, shall stir the stew!”
Junsu and Jaejoong clapped enthusiastically. Yunho raised an eyebrow and Changmin gave into involuntary reactions and blinked.
Yoochun stirred with great fervor before picking up a turnip and brandishing it like a sword, waving it about in the air, “Next I, the Great Master Chef Yoochun, shall take this vegetable and do something suggestive with it!”
“Because he’s immature!” Jaejoong called giddily from his seat, earning a laugh from Yunho and giggles from Junsu.
Changmin, however, blanched, “Every time you and Junsu say you’re going to do something suggestive with an everyday item, you both end up shoving it up my ass with no warning whatsoever.”
Jaejoong frowned a little at this and eyed Yoochun and Junsu carefully. Junsu bobbed his head wisely, “Only because Yoochun totally stole my pen idea and ran with it. Wasn’t it a spatula we tried last time?”
Changmin nodded, visibly wilting, “Yeah. And it didn’t exactly fit comfortably, either.”
Yunho’s eyes widened and he scooted closer to Jaejoong.
026.wallcovering
“We,” Yunho announced, “Under the order of our band umma, are getting new wallpaper in the bathroom. And you three are putting it up.”
Junsu pouted, “Why? I don’t care what the walls look like.”
“That much,” Jaejoong declared with pursed lips, “Is obvious, since the reason we’re changing the wallpaper at all is due to the fact that there are many discolorations and questionable stains on the wall that I don’t remember being there when we first moved in.”
Yoochun snickered, Junsu smiled uneasily, and Changmin let out a chuckle.
“Good times, good times.” He said with a reminiscing note in his voice and a nod of the head.
027.detest
“Don’t you dare look at those fans, those women, like that,” Junsu snarled out with disgust, “I hate that I have to say this, but you need to stop undressing girls with your eyes when your boyfriends are standing right beside you.”
Yoochun immediately stopped his eyes from drifting, recognizing the unsaid threat. But wasn’t there a saying that old habits died hard? Couldn’t they understand that it was just a habit?
Changmin leaned heavily on him, “I hate that I have to ask this, but aren’t we good enough? Without the breasts and without the vaginas and the soft curves and all the womanly touches, are we good enough for you?”
Yoochun hugged them close, ignoring the squeals of the fangirls. “I hate that I have to break this to you,” He felt them both suck in their breaths and stiffen against him, “But you’re both more than I’ll ever deserve.”
028.queue
Changmin felt jealousy bubble within him as the photographer called for Yoochun and Junsu to pose for a few YooSu shots. Crossing his arms and allowing a frown mar his face, he glared openly at the preoccupied photographer.
“Just wait your turn, Min.” Yoochun whispered to him as he passed him to get on the set, letting his hand brush along Changmin’s arm.
Junsu flashed him a blindingly bright smile, “You’ll get more than what the fangirls will ever get to see when we get home, okay?”
And then Changmin didn’t feel quite so left out anymore.
029.mammoth
“I think it looks like a furry…penis?” Changmin tried hopefully.
Jaejoong laughed, draping his arm over Eeteuk’s shoulders, “See, I told you they were cute.” Eeteuk let out a small laugh and nodded, “You’re right, they really are.”
Changmin sighed and looked at Junsu for help, “Well, what would you describe Yoochun’s…stuff as?” Junsu merely shrugged and looked deep in thought.
“…Actually, why are we even having this discussion?” Changmin demanded as an afterthought.
Jaejoong poked him in the ribs, “Because your hyungs are perverted. This is like initiation, now answer.”
“With something creative.” Eeteuk reminded them, “Because I think Jaejoong and I can both successfully say that Kangin’s and Yunho’s things look like furry penises too. Because that’s essentially what they are.”
Junsu snapped his fingers, “I got it! You know those big furry elephant things that lived during the Ice Age or whatever? That’s what Yoochun’s like.” Changmin gasped, “You’re right, that IS what it reminds me off!”
Jaejoong and Eeteuk froze, and then just stared at the two before sharing a glance with each other, not entirely sure how to respond to that.
030.lay
They crammed themselves in the too small back seat and twisted their bodies in odd ways until they fit. Junsu found that, even with his face half smashed up against the car window, there was no better place to be than between Changmin and Yoochun.
“…You guys do know there’s an extra seat up here, right?” Yunho asked carefully.
They ignored him.
031.junk
Changmin kept things he thought were important in a small box. The box was a tiny treasure box and almost too small to fit things in it.
In order to fit the pages of the discarded composition that Yoochun had felt wasn’t quite right (but Changmin had found it beautiful and expressing the person that Yoochun really was and it was so so perfect) in the box, he had to fold them up near a million times and push them in carefully.
In order to fit the plain golden chain bracelet Junsu had bought only to get rid of after deciding it wasn’t elaborate enough (but Changmin found it clear and true and trying to be nothing but itself, expressing Junsu as he was and showing the person beneath it all) in the box, he had to carefully place it on top of the paper and arrange it in just the right way.
In Changmin’s treasure box where only two things; Yoochun’s and Junsu’s hearts.
-end-
By: chuchama
Summary: This set is by far the worst one. I mean that. Really. I'm sorry.
A/N: Happy birthday Michan! I love you~ Hope your day was filled with awesomeness. <3333
Part 3/3
***
022.metastasis
Junsu kissed Yoochun unhurriedly, sensuously, lovingly, wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s waist and holding him close. Murmuring sweet nothings against the older man’s skin, he brushed his lips across his cheek and made a soft path down Yoochun’s neck.
Suddenly, he untangled himself from Yoochun and turned around, latching onto Changmin and grinding roughly against him. Changmin let out a small cry, arching himself into Junsu’s form, letting Junsu’s nails scrabble against his shoulders and leave their possessive marks. With a growl, Changmin then leaned in and sank his teeth into Junsu’s neck, drawing blood and a low hiss from him.
Yoochun came up behind Junsu and enveloped them both in an embrace, slowly and tenderly rubbing himself against Junsu’s backside as the two released their fiery, harsh, and frantic frustrations on each other.
023.scene
“I fixed my camera.” Junsu said.
Yoochun looked up from his task of tickling Changmin.
Changmin looked up from his task of hitting Yoochun viciously with a book.
Junsu took a picture.
024.tint
As Changmin lay in Junsu and Yoochun’s hold, a hold made loose by weariness and their drifting in and out of sleep, he let his mind wander. It had been a long day and they were all tired, had all collapsed into bed with few parting words.
He studied their faces in the dark of the night--early morning by this point--and thought that the hues cast upon their skin by the moonlight distorted through the blinds only made them more beautiful.
025.turnip
“Next, in ‘Cooking with the Great Master Chef Yoochun’, I, the Great Master Chef Yoochun, shall stir the stew!”
Junsu and Jaejoong clapped enthusiastically. Yunho raised an eyebrow and Changmin gave into involuntary reactions and blinked.
Yoochun stirred with great fervor before picking up a turnip and brandishing it like a sword, waving it about in the air, “Next I, the Great Master Chef Yoochun, shall take this vegetable and do something suggestive with it!”
“Because he’s immature!” Jaejoong called giddily from his seat, earning a laugh from Yunho and giggles from Junsu.
Changmin, however, blanched, “Every time you and Junsu say you’re going to do something suggestive with an everyday item, you both end up shoving it up my ass with no warning whatsoever.”
Jaejoong frowned a little at this and eyed Yoochun and Junsu carefully. Junsu bobbed his head wisely, “Only because Yoochun totally stole my pen idea and ran with it. Wasn’t it a spatula we tried last time?”
Changmin nodded, visibly wilting, “Yeah. And it didn’t exactly fit comfortably, either.”
Yunho’s eyes widened and he scooted closer to Jaejoong.
026.wallcovering
“We,” Yunho announced, “Under the order of our band umma, are getting new wallpaper in the bathroom. And you three are putting it up.”
Junsu pouted, “Why? I don’t care what the walls look like.”
“That much,” Jaejoong declared with pursed lips, “Is obvious, since the reason we’re changing the wallpaper at all is due to the fact that there are many discolorations and questionable stains on the wall that I don’t remember being there when we first moved in.”
Yoochun snickered, Junsu smiled uneasily, and Changmin let out a chuckle.
“Good times, good times.” He said with a reminiscing note in his voice and a nod of the head.
027.detest
“Don’t you dare look at those fans, those women, like that,” Junsu snarled out with disgust, “I hate that I have to say this, but you need to stop undressing girls with your eyes when your boyfriends are standing right beside you.”
Yoochun immediately stopped his eyes from drifting, recognizing the unsaid threat. But wasn’t there a saying that old habits died hard? Couldn’t they understand that it was just a habit?
Changmin leaned heavily on him, “I hate that I have to ask this, but aren’t we good enough? Without the breasts and without the vaginas and the soft curves and all the womanly touches, are we good enough for you?”
Yoochun hugged them close, ignoring the squeals of the fangirls. “I hate that I have to break this to you,” He felt them both suck in their breaths and stiffen against him, “But you’re both more than I’ll ever deserve.”
028.queue
Changmin felt jealousy bubble within him as the photographer called for Yoochun and Junsu to pose for a few YooSu shots. Crossing his arms and allowing a frown mar his face, he glared openly at the preoccupied photographer.
“Just wait your turn, Min.” Yoochun whispered to him as he passed him to get on the set, letting his hand brush along Changmin’s arm.
Junsu flashed him a blindingly bright smile, “You’ll get more than what the fangirls will ever get to see when we get home, okay?”
And then Changmin didn’t feel quite so left out anymore.
029.mammoth
“I think it looks like a furry…penis?” Changmin tried hopefully.
Jaejoong laughed, draping his arm over Eeteuk’s shoulders, “See, I told you they were cute.” Eeteuk let out a small laugh and nodded, “You’re right, they really are.”
Changmin sighed and looked at Junsu for help, “Well, what would you describe Yoochun’s…stuff as?” Junsu merely shrugged and looked deep in thought.
“…Actually, why are we even having this discussion?” Changmin demanded as an afterthought.
Jaejoong poked him in the ribs, “Because your hyungs are perverted. This is like initiation, now answer.”
“With something creative.” Eeteuk reminded them, “Because I think Jaejoong and I can both successfully say that Kangin’s and Yunho’s things look like furry penises too. Because that’s essentially what they are.”
Junsu snapped his fingers, “I got it! You know those big furry elephant things that lived during the Ice Age or whatever? That’s what Yoochun’s like.” Changmin gasped, “You’re right, that IS what it reminds me off!”
Jaejoong and Eeteuk froze, and then just stared at the two before sharing a glance with each other, not entirely sure how to respond to that.
030.lay
They crammed themselves in the too small back seat and twisted their bodies in odd ways until they fit. Junsu found that, even with his face half smashed up against the car window, there was no better place to be than between Changmin and Yoochun.
“…You guys do know there’s an extra seat up here, right?” Yunho asked carefully.
They ignored him.
031.junk
Changmin kept things he thought were important in a small box. The box was a tiny treasure box and almost too small to fit things in it.
In order to fit the pages of the discarded composition that Yoochun had felt wasn’t quite right (but Changmin had found it beautiful and expressing the person that Yoochun really was and it was so so perfect) in the box, he had to fold them up near a million times and push them in carefully.
In order to fit the plain golden chain bracelet Junsu had bought only to get rid of after deciding it wasn’t elaborate enough (but Changmin found it clear and true and trying to be nothing but itself, expressing Junsu as he was and showing the person beneath it all) in the box, he had to carefully place it on top of the paper and arrange it in just the right way.
In Changmin’s treasure box where only two things; Yoochun’s and Junsu’s hearts.
-end-