Happy Birthday Hyukjae... Part 1
[Part 1]
“Changmin! Put the cake down!”
Changmin indeed put the cake down.
“Get off that computer, Yoochun.”
“No way, duck-butt. I’m on level 89. Evil space lord, take that!”
Junsu sighed angrily. “Jaejoong, please call Yunho.”
Jaejoong was pacing up and down the hallway looking rather antsy with a cell phone in his ear. “That’s what I’m doing. Jeez, why are you PMSing so much today?”
“Sorry, hyung. But-“
“Aish!” Jaejoong suddenly snapped the phone shut and paced faster.
“What? He didn’t answer?”
“No… that’s not it” Jaejoong wiped his now sweaty hands on his jeans.
“Then what…? You just hung up on your own?”
Jaejoong presented the younger with a cold glare. “I’m trying, okay!”
“Okay, okay,” Junsu put his hands up in defense. “Why is it so different calling Yunho today? We have a time limit, you know. At 7:00, Hyukjae will-“
“I have to tell him something, okay?” Jaejoong snapped and began redialing.
“Well, while you’re at it, tell him to hurry up and get over here. Please.”
Jaejoong gave Junsu an icy look, stomped to the room he shared with Yunho and slammed the door.
Who’s PMSing now? Junsu cringed at the slam of the door and nervously glanced at the clock in hallway. Only one hour until Eunhyuk’s surprise birthday party and no one was organized, the house was a mess, and Changmin wouldn’t keep his paws off the cake.
“Changmin!”
“Okay! Sheesh…” Changmin put the cake back in the fridge and sat on his hands at the kitchen table.
Junsu rubbed his temples and thought, What would manager-hyung do? He took a deep breath and marched towards Yoochun’s station at the computer.
“Turn it off right now.”
“What with you?” Yoochun’s eyes remained glued to the screen. “Ha! Level 90!”
“Turn it off.”
“After I nab that high score. Can I get a what whaaat?!” He grabbed a soda on the desk and chugged it like a frat boy without once moving his pupils from the screen or blinking.
“Turn it off and go grab some streamers or no pay for you this week.”
“Oh, really?” Yoochun challenged. “What pay are we talking about here? The show you give me every night when everyone’s asleep and Changmin’s not hogging the whipped cream? Cause I was pretty sure that was free.”
Junsu blushed but stood his ground. “No! Just help me get ready for Hyukjae’s party or…or…”
“Or…?” Yoochun let out a howl after making some spaceship explode.
“Or…I’ll tell on you…to Lee Soo Man!”
Yoochun gasped.
“That’s right!” Junsu smiled with satisfaction.
“Almost lost a turbo booster pack,” Yoochun let out a sigh of relief.
“Wah?! Listen to me! This is important to me. Hyukjae is important to me.”
Yoochun finally tore his eyes away from the computer. “More important than me?” His eyebrow rose.
Junsu looked back in horror. “No! I-He-Just-But you shouldn’t-“
Yoochun smiled smugly and returned to his game.
“Gah!” Junsu exclaimed, pulling at his brown roots. “Don’t do that to me!” In the pain, searing through Junsu’s scalp, he focused. Channel the manager. Be the manager. I can do this. He glanced once more at the clock.
“You’ve now got 55 minutes to quit acting like a child and help me right now. Could you be any more unorganized? Look at the plastic wrappers and empty cans all over this desk. Is that…Is that beer?”
“Nope.” Explosions echoed from the speakers.
“What about your side of the room? I bet it’s a complete mess, too. I don’t expect much from you at this point.”
“Nah, man. It’s clean.” Yoochun grabbed a handful of chips and chomped.
“We’ll see,” Junsu scoffed. “If it’s not, you’ll receive harsh punishment.”
“I can hardly wait.”
Ignoring that last comment, Junsu marched into a very clean side of Yoochun’s bedroom. Junsu’s however…He had been up all afternoon trying to straighten everyone else out, so…. Without a second thought, Junsu took his own pile of dirty jeans, T-shirts, suits, socks, and underwear and threw them on Yoochun’s side and ran back to the computer.
“Ha! Looks like you’ve got some cleaning to do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you do. It’s 6:10. Now go clean up.”
“Don’t think so, kamo- Yessss! Level 91!
“Hey, Yoochun. I’ve got a riddle for you.”
“Eh?”
“What’s got big lips, an ego, a room to clean and a wide forehead?”
“But you said you liked my lips…” Chomp chomp, explosion.
“Nyah!! Go clean up your room and try not to give my best friend the suckiest birthday surprise EVER!”
“Hey, Su. Say four 4 times fast.”
Junsu’s brow wrinkled. “Four, four, four, four. Why?”
“Now spell four 4 times fast.”
“F-O-U-R, F-O-U-R, F-O-U-R, F-O-U-R.”
“Now say four 4 times fast again.”
“Four, four, four, four.”
“Now what do you eat soup with?”
“HAHA! A forK!!” Junsu said proudly.
“That’s weird, ‘cause I eat soup with a spoon,” Yoochun shrugged and went back to his game.
Junsu frowned for a moment in silence, save for Yoochun’s spaceship explosions, then walked into the kitchen with Changmin.
“Hey, Changmin… Say four 4 times fast.”
“Four, four, four, four.”
“Now spell four 4 times fast.”
“F-O-U-R, F-O-U-R, F-O-U-R, F-O-U-R.”
“Now say four 4 times fast again.”
“Four, four, four, four.”
“Now what do you eat soup with?”
“A spoon. Duh. Who eats soup with a fork? The broth would just fall back in the bowl,” shaking his head, Changmin went back to rummaging through the refrigerator.
Junsu stormed back to the computer. “Hey! I said don’t do that to me!”
“You’re so cute when you’re mad,” Yoochun smirked.
“You wouldn’t talk to the manager like that,” Junsu whimpered
“You ain’t my manager, son.”
Blood boiled under Junsu’s skin; then he smacked Yoochun on the head. “Just get off your lazy bum and help me!”
“Ow!” Yoochun protested and threw an empty can of Sierra Mist at him. Junsu, then pulled Yoochun’s hair, which made Yoochun throw an empty bag of chips at Junsu, which encouraged Junsu to pinch the other on the neck, which caused the other to shower the other with pretzel sticks, which commenced a series of pimp slaps from the other, which initiated a grape soda flavored full frontal assault on the other’s clean jeans, which allowed for a feisty poke in the eye from the other, which launched a fistful of Cheese Doodles down the back of the other’s shirt, which caused a fistful of…fists to pummel the other’s chest, which then caused a crumpled can of beer to land repetitively against the side of the other’s head, which caused the other to grab the hand holding the crumpled can of beer that was repetitively landing on his head and bite it, which made the other wish to spit in the other’s eye, which caused the other to shove the other onto the floor and wrestle like demons, which then caused the other to grab a snack cake lying on the floor and smash it into the other’s face.
This commenced until Jaejoong walked in the room.
“I can’t do it.”
Yoochun stopped shoving Little Debbie cakes up Junsu’s nose. “You can’t tell Yunho?”
Junsu stopped clawing at Yoochun’s jugulars. “Tell Yunho what? Just get him over here right now!”
“You just don’t understand my feelings!” Jaejoong wailed and darted back to his room, followed by the slamming of his door.
“Nice,” Yoochun said and helped Junsu to his feet. “You need to go talk to him.”
Junsu looked at the clock and sighed. 6:23 “Fine…but after an incredibly quick shower…and then you get to work helping me decorate the house.”
“Okay, Su.” Yoochun complied. “But only if you save some water for the rainforests.”
“How am I supposed to do that? I just said this shower is gonna be like lightning fast.”
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s sticky shoulder and whispered in his ear in a low rumble. “By sharing the shower water with me.”
O.O Part 2