DBSK {bandfic ; Femmeslash}
Title: Femmeslash
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: bandfic, Yunho/Jaejoong
Word count: 638
Rating: PG
Summary: “I just don’t understand why people think I’m the girl in the relationship.”
A/N: THIS MAKES NO SENSE, LIKE SERIOUSLY. This was supposed to be longer and there was supposed to be bitching but it’s DBSK, okay, and I just can’t do this.
Femmeslash
“I don’t know,” Jaejoong says, plucking a bottle of water from his bag. “I just don’t understand why people think I’m the girl in the relationship.”
Yoochun stares at him. “You cook,” he says. “In an apron.”
“Yeah but.” Jaejoong pauses for a minute and thinks about it. “No one calls Hankyung the girl of the relationship, and my apron isn’t even pink.”
“Hankyung has masculinity,” Yoochun says. “You kind of…don’t.”
“Well neither does he!” Jaejoong gestures with his hand and they both turn to look at Yunho, who is still dancing in the middle of the room. At least, they think it’s dancing. It probably is dancing, if a mixture of lap dance and grinding can be considered ‘dancing’. To most people it is but to Yoochun and Jaejoong, it just looks - weird.
“I really don’t think hips were meant to move that way,” says Yoochun, eyeing Yunho like he is an experiment that he is conducting that has possibly just gone wrong. “Does he have bones? Like, you’re near them most of the time, does he?”
“I can’t believe you just said that,” mutters Jaejoong, and shrewdly points to Junsu, who is dancing over in the corner. “Now that’s dancing. That actually looks - sane.”
“In what sense of the word?” asks Yoochun incredulously. “No, they both look totally ridiculous.”
“I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time,” says Changmin, and sits down next to them. They jump; they hadn’t realised he was near them at all. “But do neither of you think that we all look completely ridiculous when we dance?”
They blink. Neither of them had thought about that before, but now, with the thought planted in their minds, their past dances are suddenly parading in front of their eyes and they can’t quite escape from the fact that most of them are quite ridiculous. “Oh god,” chokes Jaejoong. “Why didn’t anyone tell us?”
“Think about what we were dancing in too,” says Changmin cheerfully.
“They weren’t bad at the time!” cries Yoochun.
“Keep telling yourself that, hyung,” says Changmin, just as cheerfully, fishing his mobile phone out of his pocket.
Yoochun makes a noise like a dying puppy that has leprosy and fumbles to his feet and stumbles out of the door (Junsu stops dancing and looks at him like he is Quite Mad). Jaejoong looks like he’s on the verge of tears as he gets to his own feet and stumbles over to press against a mirror, wailing. Yunho bounds over to see what’s going on.
“Hey,” he says cheerfully. “What’s up?”
Jaejoong wails louder.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Yunho asks sceptically.
“Changmin hurt me!” says Jaejoong pathetically. “He hurt my soul.”
In the background, Changmin cackles.
“Aw,” says Yunho, and rubs Jaejoong’s back comfortingly. “I’ve got some hot chocolate in my bag, do you want some?”
“What on earth does that have to do with anything?” asked Jaejoong.
Yunho blinks. “I thought you liked hot chocolate,” he says.
“I do,” says Jaejoong. “But I - you mean you carry some around with you, just in case?”
“Of course I do,” says Yunho. “What if you need like, comforting?”
“You sop,” says Jaejoong, punches Yunho in the arm and then; “I am not a girl, okay.”
“I know you aren’t,” says Yunho.
“Girls like hot chocolate,” says Jaejoong firmly.
“I like hot chocolate too,” says Yunho, confused.
“Oh my god,” says Jaejoong. “Just prove my point, why don’t you?” And he pushes past to go raid Yunho’s bag for the flask of hot chocolate.
’Changmin’ to ‘Kibum’, sent 16.24
I tried the same thing but it yielded different results, Yoochun died and Jaejoong was gay. Also, in the interest of science, we should work out how I ended up in a group with a bunch of lesbians.
’Kibum’ to ‘Changmin’, sent 16.36
Probably the same reason I did.
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: bandfic, Yunho/Jaejoong
Word count: 638
Rating: PG
Summary: “I just don’t understand why people think I’m the girl in the relationship.”
A/N: THIS MAKES NO SENSE, LIKE SERIOUSLY. This was supposed to be longer and there was supposed to be bitching but it’s DBSK, okay, and I just can’t do this.
Femmeslash
“I don’t know,” Jaejoong says, plucking a bottle of water from his bag. “I just don’t understand why people think I’m the girl in the relationship.”
Yoochun stares at him. “You cook,” he says. “In an apron.”
“Yeah but.” Jaejoong pauses for a minute and thinks about it. “No one calls Hankyung the girl of the relationship, and my apron isn’t even pink.”
“Hankyung has masculinity,” Yoochun says. “You kind of…don’t.”
“Well neither does he!” Jaejoong gestures with his hand and they both turn to look at Yunho, who is still dancing in the middle of the room. At least, they think it’s dancing. It probably is dancing, if a mixture of lap dance and grinding can be considered ‘dancing’. To most people it is but to Yoochun and Jaejoong, it just looks - weird.
“I really don’t think hips were meant to move that way,” says Yoochun, eyeing Yunho like he is an experiment that he is conducting that has possibly just gone wrong. “Does he have bones? Like, you’re near them most of the time, does he?”
“I can’t believe you just said that,” mutters Jaejoong, and shrewdly points to Junsu, who is dancing over in the corner. “Now that’s dancing. That actually looks - sane.”
“In what sense of the word?” asks Yoochun incredulously. “No, they both look totally ridiculous.”
“I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time,” says Changmin, and sits down next to them. They jump; they hadn’t realised he was near them at all. “But do neither of you think that we all look completely ridiculous when we dance?”
They blink. Neither of them had thought about that before, but now, with the thought planted in their minds, their past dances are suddenly parading in front of their eyes and they can’t quite escape from the fact that most of them are quite ridiculous. “Oh god,” chokes Jaejoong. “Why didn’t anyone tell us?”
“Think about what we were dancing in too,” says Changmin cheerfully.
“They weren’t bad at the time!” cries Yoochun.
“Keep telling yourself that, hyung,” says Changmin, just as cheerfully, fishing his mobile phone out of his pocket.
Yoochun makes a noise like a dying puppy that has leprosy and fumbles to his feet and stumbles out of the door (Junsu stops dancing and looks at him like he is Quite Mad). Jaejoong looks like he’s on the verge of tears as he gets to his own feet and stumbles over to press against a mirror, wailing. Yunho bounds over to see what’s going on.
“Hey,” he says cheerfully. “What’s up?”
Jaejoong wails louder.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Yunho asks sceptically.
“Changmin hurt me!” says Jaejoong pathetically. “He hurt my soul.”
In the background, Changmin cackles.
“Aw,” says Yunho, and rubs Jaejoong’s back comfortingly. “I’ve got some hot chocolate in my bag, do you want some?”
“What on earth does that have to do with anything?” asked Jaejoong.
Yunho blinks. “I thought you liked hot chocolate,” he says.
“I do,” says Jaejoong. “But I - you mean you carry some around with you, just in case?”
“Of course I do,” says Yunho. “What if you need like, comforting?”
“You sop,” says Jaejoong, punches Yunho in the arm and then; “I am not a girl, okay.”
“I know you aren’t,” says Yunho.
“Girls like hot chocolate,” says Jaejoong firmly.
“I like hot chocolate too,” says Yunho, confused.
“Oh my god,” says Jaejoong. “Just prove my point, why don’t you?” And he pushes past to go raid Yunho’s bag for the flask of hot chocolate.
’Changmin’ to ‘Kibum’, sent 16.24
I tried the same thing but it yielded different results, Yoochun died and Jaejoong was gay. Also, in the interest of science, we should work out how I ended up in a group with a bunch of lesbians.
’Kibum’ to ‘Changmin’, sent 16.36
Probably the same reason I did.