armed truce. (drabble challenge 5: fight)
title armed truce.
author sunfever.
word count 200.
concrit hit me.
pairing junsu vs jaejoong, and yunho.
a/n following 1 2 3. for shay again, and jamie. ♥
"Isn't this your fault?" Changmin asks, a week later.
Days of blitzkrieg have accumulated into all-out war. Espionage is a lost art. Junsu is covered in feathers ("a real angel now," Yoochun'd teased, then taken cover) and the french maid cap is still taped to Jaejoong's hair.
"Kind of," says Yunho.
The fight tears through the living room. Judging by the sorry condition of Junsu's shirt, violated by shaving cream and glitter, Jaejoong's winning.
Changmin moves just in time to avoid Junsu's bad aim. He tells Yunho, "I'm never going to stop feeling like the smartest person in the room."
Yunho jerks his thumb towards Jaejoong, "you're in a room with a high school dropout," then at Junsu, "and someone with more substance in his butt than his brain."
Junsu, who's been trying to fight off Jaejoong with a water gun, stops, turns. Jaejoong follows his lead. Yunho realizes he should've thought this out better. He crosses his fingers, looks for an escape route.
"Isn't this your fault?" Junsu finally asks.
By dinner, an alliance has been formed, Yunho is becoming fast acquaintances with silly string and girly hair accessories, and Changmin is still the smartest person in the room.
author sunfever.
word count 200.
concrit hit me.
pairing junsu vs jaejoong, and yunho.
a/n following 1 2 3. for shay again, and jamie. ♥
"Isn't this your fault?" Changmin asks, a week later.
Days of blitzkrieg have accumulated into all-out war. Espionage is a lost art. Junsu is covered in feathers ("a real angel now," Yoochun'd teased, then taken cover) and the french maid cap is still taped to Jaejoong's hair.
"Kind of," says Yunho.
The fight tears through the living room. Judging by the sorry condition of Junsu's shirt, violated by shaving cream and glitter, Jaejoong's winning.
Changmin moves just in time to avoid Junsu's bad aim. He tells Yunho, "I'm never going to stop feeling like the smartest person in the room."
Yunho jerks his thumb towards Jaejoong, "you're in a room with a high school dropout," then at Junsu, "and someone with more substance in his butt than his brain."
Junsu, who's been trying to fight off Jaejoong with a water gun, stops, turns. Jaejoong follows his lead. Yunho realizes he should've thought this out better. He crosses his fingers, looks for an escape route.
"Isn't this your fault?" Junsu finally asks.
By dinner, an alliance has been formed, Yunho is becoming fast acquaintances with silly string and girly hair accessories, and Changmin is still the smartest person in the room.