It’s quiet day off when Yunho tiptoes into the apartment from a very important errand with an I-am-NINJA expression on, ducking behind corners and doing impressive little duck-and-rolls while holding back his giggles and making little shushing gestures over his shoulder.

He makes it to his room- empty at this point in the day- without incident ( Read more... )

Ermmm... SPONTANEOUS FIC WILL HAPPEN NOW.

It wasn't like either of them to sneak off-set, but Yunho and Changmin couldn't help it. They hadn't had enough time together and wouldn't have it and all in all they just needed a few hours with each other to cool off, consequences be damned.

Their mad dash for freedom had them hiding under a bridge on the ( Read more... )

"Hey, Jaejoong-ah, did Yunho bring anything for me? He wouldn't let me bring my bag and I'm bored."

Jaejoong looked at the youngest with his patented "you will be the death of me" expression and pointed at Yunho's man purse.

"I shouldn't tell you because you're so mean to me, but he said he left you some crosswords in his bag."

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Little patters at Changmin's window woke him up and he swore to god that if it were Jaejoong he was going to throttle the older man. He had a class in the morning, dammit, and for the last time he wasn't going to go skinny dipping in the-

Ripping back the curtains revealed no Jaejoong, but one Park Yoochun instead. Changmin stood ( Read more... )

Yunho lies in his bed, frowning up at his ceiling.

Err...

Frowning up at Bambi.

He has "her" held up over his head, a little noise of discontent escaping him.

"Bambi, how am I going to get Minnie to move in?"

The plushie's eyes are doleful and blank; Yunho interprets it as quiet resistance. He stares at the plushie in silence ( Read more... )

Changmin becomes- was always, is, will be- the reason Yoochun stops fearing the storms that have rocked their lives.The younger man's heartbeat is the pounding of hail on brick- a rhythm and meter to a tune he learns over and over again; it's new every time, and he's never, ever tired of it.

His own heartbeat is tumultuous thunder in his ( Read more... )

Two weeks after the evacuation incident, they met another survivor.

They were raiding a mostly-intact super market when it happened, their food supplies running low and the simple biological instinct for survival driving them to seek out sustenance. It was a scorching-hot mess outside and the cool, damp interior of the once gleaming and ( Read more... )

"Oh my god. I think the Crayola factories barfed on the world."

It's the second thing to escape Changmin's mouth after he opens the door, gazing in horror at the myriad of brightly colored maybe-flowers and garish little houses spread everywhere. He ventures out cautiously, eyes darting around to the incongruous color schemes that threaten to ( Read more... )

The first thing that Changmin notices when he wakes up is that there is something very, very wrong with the world.

Like the fact that he's wearing a blue checked kilt.

It must be a joke. Has to be.

Then he can kill one of the others for it and restore the order that he loves so much. This plan is waylaid by the fact that there doesn't ( Read more... )

To answer all the questions left behind/And you and I are meant to be so even if the world falls down today/You've still got me to hold you up up/And I will never let you down

-The Veronicas, Untouched

There was a storm on the horizon. It seemed to carry a portent of danger with it; a sinister edge roiling in the dark spots of gray that was ( Read more... )