hc_bingo fic: counseling
Title: Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: none
Prompt: Counseling
Rating: G
Word Count: 743
Summary: On the one hand, Yunho has been calling them all crazy for years. On the other, he never expected management to try to do anything about it.
AN: Written, as the subject and tag say, for hc_bingo. Masterpost with game card is here.
“Yunho, I just really don’t think-”
Yunho sighed, closing his eyes and just daydreaming over whatever the hell Jaejoong was objecting to this time. He’d been at it all morning. And before that, all of yesterday since their manager had bothered to tell them that they were having a bit of a change in routine the next day. He didn’t know what Jaejoong had against counseling, anyway, considering how quickly he told everyone about anything without them even asking. Not that he was going to say that to Jaejoong. Some people enjoyed having and using a brain-mouth filter. Or at least having and using fully functional body parts, which he wouldn’t, if he dared say that to Jaejoong.
Honestly, he was more worried for the counselor. Did the poor person know what they were in for? He did. He knew exactly how crazy his team was. He knew exactly what they were going to say and do, and he didn’t think any counselor, no matter how seasoned, was going to appreciate that.
“-so, really-”
Jaejoong was still talking. He probably needed to get around to making Jaejoong stop talking, just so they could all get ready to go talk some more. How was he the leader? “Jaejoong. Stop.” Right. Had him staring in shock at Yunho using his ‘I’m the leader and I say so’ voice. Now to move in for the tactical retreat. “You can tell the guy exactly why you don’t want to be there later, but I can’t stop this. Can we just get out the door on time? Please?”
Begging usually worked with Jaejoong. It made Junsu whine like a toddler and Changmin just roll his eyes in unsympathetic Changmin-osity, but Jaejoong had something resembling compassion in his tiny, self-absorbed heart. They got out the door on time.
The poor therapist probably wished they hadn’t. Yunho sat back, daydreaming of all the things he’d rather be doing, like performing or acting in one of their horrible dramas, or embarrassing themselves on some stupid variety show. He interjected a word here or there when the poor woman started looking especially wide-eyed, but mostly, he just let his bandmates ramble. They really did need a bit of de-stressing and if that came at the cost of terrorizing a poor woman for one hour, well, it happened.
He tuned back in just in time to catch Jaejoong ranting about how they were all perfectly sane and it was in fact also perfectly sane to occasionally have the urge to kiss your bandmates in closets backstage. He was... pretty sure that wasn’t what Jaejoong was supposed to be ranting about. From the looks on the other three’s faces, he thought they agreed with him.
“-and anyway, it was just that one time, except this other time-”
He cleared his throat, standing and drawing the woman’s attention long enough for Changmin to punch Jaejoong’s arm until he shut up. Was it just his imagination or did she actually look grateful? He glanced at his watch. An hour of Jaejoong would probably make just about anyone grateful for it to end, and they were actually a little bit over. He was going to have to ask someone who wasn’t Jaejoong just how much trouble they were in.
“I think we’re past our time.”
Nope, that was definitely gratitude. He hadn’t imagined it. She nodded and he tried to be subtle about directing the others to escape while they could. He cleared his throat again, a bit more awkwardly, before stepping forward to bow, mutter an apology, and hand the woman a small stack of bills, escaping himself before she could say anything about it. Hopefully she’d treat herself to something heavily alcoholic. After Jaejoong, she probably needed it.
It wasn’t until they were back in the van, their manager going on about how he hoped they had enjoyed the difference in their routine but that unfortunately they probably wouldn’t have the time to do so again anytime soon, and hopefully they hadn’t damaged their reputations too badly, yes, Jaejoong, even you, that he sat back and closed his eyes and realized that, hey, he’d managed to go an entire hour with no responsibility for keeping Junsu on topic or Jaejoong from talking at all or making sure Yoochun and Changmin said more than two words at the same time, and... it was nice. He actually felt better.
Maybe he’d send her a Christmas card, too.
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: none
Prompt: Counseling
Rating: G
Word Count: 743
Summary: On the one hand, Yunho has been calling them all crazy for years. On the other, he never expected management to try to do anything about it.
AN: Written, as the subject and tag say, for hc_bingo. Masterpost with game card is here.
“Yunho, I just really don’t think-”
Yunho sighed, closing his eyes and just daydreaming over whatever the hell Jaejoong was objecting to this time. He’d been at it all morning. And before that, all of yesterday since their manager had bothered to tell them that they were having a bit of a change in routine the next day. He didn’t know what Jaejoong had against counseling, anyway, considering how quickly he told everyone about anything without them even asking. Not that he was going to say that to Jaejoong. Some people enjoyed having and using a brain-mouth filter. Or at least having and using fully functional body parts, which he wouldn’t, if he dared say that to Jaejoong.
Honestly, he was more worried for the counselor. Did the poor person know what they were in for? He did. He knew exactly how crazy his team was. He knew exactly what they were going to say and do, and he didn’t think any counselor, no matter how seasoned, was going to appreciate that.
“-so, really-”
Jaejoong was still talking. He probably needed to get around to making Jaejoong stop talking, just so they could all get ready to go talk some more. How was he the leader? “Jaejoong. Stop.” Right. Had him staring in shock at Yunho using his ‘I’m the leader and I say so’ voice. Now to move in for the tactical retreat. “You can tell the guy exactly why you don’t want to be there later, but I can’t stop this. Can we just get out the door on time? Please?”
Begging usually worked with Jaejoong. It made Junsu whine like a toddler and Changmin just roll his eyes in unsympathetic Changmin-osity, but Jaejoong had something resembling compassion in his tiny, self-absorbed heart. They got out the door on time.
The poor therapist probably wished they hadn’t. Yunho sat back, daydreaming of all the things he’d rather be doing, like performing or acting in one of their horrible dramas, or embarrassing themselves on some stupid variety show. He interjected a word here or there when the poor woman started looking especially wide-eyed, but mostly, he just let his bandmates ramble. They really did need a bit of de-stressing and if that came at the cost of terrorizing a poor woman for one hour, well, it happened.
He tuned back in just in time to catch Jaejoong ranting about how they were all perfectly sane and it was in fact also perfectly sane to occasionally have the urge to kiss your bandmates in closets backstage. He was... pretty sure that wasn’t what Jaejoong was supposed to be ranting about. From the looks on the other three’s faces, he thought they agreed with him.
“-and anyway, it was just that one time, except this other time-”
He cleared his throat, standing and drawing the woman’s attention long enough for Changmin to punch Jaejoong’s arm until he shut up. Was it just his imagination or did she actually look grateful? He glanced at his watch. An hour of Jaejoong would probably make just about anyone grateful for it to end, and they were actually a little bit over. He was going to have to ask someone who wasn’t Jaejoong just how much trouble they were in.
“I think we’re past our time.”
Nope, that was definitely gratitude. He hadn’t imagined it. She nodded and he tried to be subtle about directing the others to escape while they could. He cleared his throat again, a bit more awkwardly, before stepping forward to bow, mutter an apology, and hand the woman a small stack of bills, escaping himself before she could say anything about it. Hopefully she’d treat herself to something heavily alcoholic. After Jaejoong, she probably needed it.
It wasn’t until they were back in the van, their manager going on about how he hoped they had enjoyed the difference in their routine but that unfortunately they probably wouldn’t have the time to do so again anytime soon, and hopefully they hadn’t damaged their reputations too badly, yes, Jaejoong, even you, that he sat back and closed his eyes and realized that, hey, he’d managed to go an entire hour with no responsibility for keeping Junsu on topic or Jaejoong from talking at all or making sure Yoochun and Changmin said more than two words at the same time, and... it was nice. He actually felt better.
Maybe he’d send her a Christmas card, too.