Happy Birthday Hyukjae... Part 2
[Part 2]
“Gah! That took WAAAAY too long!” Junsu’s muffled voice complained through the clean shirt he was unsuccessfully pulling over his head.
“Didn’t seem like long enough to me,” Yoochun leaned against the door frame of the bathroom and eyed Junsu amusedly.
Junsu’s head finally emerged from the shirt and anxiously took a look at the clock. “6:40?!?!?? Yoochun! Streamers! Now!” With that, Junsu ran/limped past the kitchen (“Changmin! Leave that cake alone and go help Yoochun!”) and down the hallway to Yunho and Jaejoong’s door.
He knocked once. Then twice. After a pause, the door began to slowly crack open until Junsu only saw a slice of Jaejoong’s murderous eye. “You may enter,” he said bitingly. Junsu waddled in.
“Jaejoong, I really need your help. We have 20 minutes and Yunho’s not here and there’s no food cooked. Please-“
“Why are you walking funny?” Jaejoong interrupted, noting Junsu’s pronounced limp.
Junsu sucked in his breath and stood up straighter. “Erm…Yoochun, uh…..well….That’s not the point…Er…The point is….um….Why haven’t you called Yunho yet?!”
Jaejoong sighed dramatically and lay sprawled out on Yunho’s bed. “I have something to tell Yunho. Yoochun told me I should go ahead and get it off my chest, but I have no idea how he feels about me.”
Junsu tapped his finger on his leg impatiently. ”And…?”
Pulling a stuffed Bambi over his face, the elder shouted, “I love him!” into the plush.
Junsu let out a huge sigh. Simply telling (or ordering, or pleading) him to call up Yunho and tell him to get his dancing butt out of the studio and through the front door of the apartment whether or not he confessed his lovesick feelings did not seem like an effective option.
He pulled on the roots of his hair again and tried channeling someone else’s energy. Someone assertive. Someone respectable. Someone with leadership. Someone kinda tall. Someone whom Jaejoong loved dearly-
Channel Yunho, Junsu mumbled to himself. Be the Yunho. I can do it.
“Huh?” Jaejoong removed the Disney deer from this face.
“Joongie~” Junsu said in a singsong voice and plopped down as manly as possible beside Jaejoong on the bed, ignoring the stinging pain from his buttocks.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jaejoong sat up and put a hand on Junsu’s forehead. “Not too hot…”
“But you are, Joongie~” Junsu ran his own hand up Jaejoong’s arm and toyed with the hem of his sleeve. “Can you do me a favor, Joongie~”
“Sure, just quit talking like that.” He swatted away Junsu’s prying fingers.
“Jae~ could you pleeeeeeaaaase call up Yunnie and tell him to get the crap ov- I mean drive over here right way?” Junsu grazed his knuckles up and down Jaejoong’s thigh and smiled wider. “And then after that, would you be a sweetie and cook up a meal for Hyukjae’s birthday party?”
“Stop that!” Jaejoong shoved the other’s wandering hands onto his own lap. “There’s no way I can whip up anything good within the next 10 minutes. Eunhyuk will just have to eat the cake in the fridge-“
“Just make anything! I don’t fricking care how long it takes you to make it!” Junsu’s voice dropped and he glared at the man beside him.
“Okay…” Jaejoong’s eyes widened.
“Thank you sooo much, Joongie~!” The voice creepily switched back to sickly sweet.
“Whatever! Just stop calling me Joongie. That’s Yunho’s privilege. And don’t call me Jae, either.”
Junsu opened his mouth.
“And don’t even think about Jaejaejoongie!”
Junsu closed his mouth, lowered his head, and walked out of the room.
In the living room, an eruption of blue and red streamers had completely consumed the room.
“WTF!!??!” Junsu squealed.
Yoochun and Changmin, both tangled in a web of colored streamers turned from their argument and looked at Junsu.
“He says we should put up red streamers, but I think blue streamers are much more complimentary for Hyukjae,” Changmin protested.
Yoochun threw down a wad of red streamers and crossed his arms. “Well, he said that red is the color of blood, anger, and cough medicine, so he thinks I’m wishing ill-will on Hyukjae’s birthday. But all I’m saying is, that’s Cassiopeia. We’ve got over 800,000 official fans and that only counts the ones in Korea. We’re fricking awesome. That’s gotta say something. Like, I dunno. Good luck.”
“But blue is Suju’s color,” Changmin pouted.
“But red is the color of passion. Which is fricking awesome.”
“But it’s not Suju.”
“Suju is awesome, too; but red is like awesome.”
Changmin thought for a moment. “That is true. Hey, maybe we can combine our wishes. Red and blue make-“
“Purple!” Yoochun clapped his hands.
“That’s right! Let’s go to the store and buy some purple streamers, friend.”
“Okay, friend!”
“Shut up! You’re both idiots! We don't have any fragging time to skip down to the grocery store and buy some stupid purple streamers when we have 3 years worth of streamers streamed all over the living room!” Junsu exploded.
In shock, Changmin tried to keep back the tears, while Yoochun simply ogled at Junsu.
Sighing, Junsu took a traumatized Changmin by the wrist and walked to the kitchen. “Clean up that room and put up some dang streamers!” he shouted to Yoochun over his shoulder.
Now alone, Changmin and Junsu sat at the table with the younger sniffing and gazing forlornly at a spot on the wall.
“Changmin…”
“You’ve been yelling at me all day,” he jerked his head away from the speaker.
“I know,” Junsu said with a sigh that not so much expressed his regret towards mistreating his dongsaeng but rather in an attempt to swallow the urge to chop up the person in front of him and serve him for Eunhyuk to eat since Jaejoong had yet to enter the kitchen after their last meeting.
“What can I do to get you to help me?” Junsu pleaded.
Changmin sniffed again. “Cake.”
“No,” the elder glanced over the top of Changmin’s head at clock in the hallway. 6:52.
“Yes.”
“Changmin.”
“Junsu.”
“I’ll give you any other food. In fact, there’s Jaejoong right now to cook us our meal for today!” The man in question walked briskly into the kitchen ignored Junsu.
“That depends…” Changmin craned his neck to see what ingredients the elder was retrieving. “What are you making, hyung?”
“Rice,” Jaejoong said curtly. “And Yunho’s on his way over with Donghae.”
“Oh! So you finally called him?” Junsu held back a cringe at the meager dinner about grace its way into Eunhyuk’s menu.
“Yep,” He crudely tossed a bag of rice grains into the rice cooker. “Not like you care.”
“I do, hyung,” Junsu was genuinely sorry for neglected his housemate and his issues. “Did you tell him what you…wanted to tell him?”
Changmin looked back and forth between the two curiously.
“I…I told him I had something important to tell him when he got home,” Jaejoong finally turned from the pot to face his audience.
“Good job, hyung,” Junsu placed a hand reassuringly on his friend’s back. “When Yunho sees the effort you put into expressing your true feelings to him, he’s sure to accept your love.”
“That’s right….Which is why I should go to our room right now and practice how I’ll confess right now!” And Jaejoong scampered off down the hallway. The door slammed again.
“Wait!” Junsu grabbed towards Jaejoong’s fleeing presence. “Can’t you make anything else other than rice…?”
“Hmph. I don’t want it,” Changmin pouted.
“Huh?”
“If rice is all Jaejoong made, then I don’t accept your offer. I can get rice any time. And I mean any time. But you don’t get face cake everyday.”
It was true. Eunhyuk’s enticing face was printed in icing on top of the cake, which made it all the more mouth-watering.
“You can’t have the face cake yet.”
“Face cake.”
“But the birthday boy’s not even here yet.”
“Face cake.”
“Changmin!”
“You’re yelling again!”
“Arrrrrghhhhh!”
“What’s got my Susu’s sexy panties all up in a bunch around his perfect butt?” Yoochun strode into the kitchen with a ribbon of blue crepe paper stuck to his show and opened the fridge.
“Why is everyone making this so hard?” Junsu sobbed. “It’s 6:55 and nothing is ready, but that stupid rice over there, which Jaejoong isn’t watching and that stupid cake, which Changmin is about to eat before the birthday boy even gets here. Why do you all hate me!?”
Yoochun set down the beer he had just pulled from the fridge and massaged Junsu’s shoulders. “We don’t hate you. Just…we’d rather not meet your demands.”
Junsu sniffed. “But don’t you guys like Hyukjae?”
“Of course we like Hyukjae.... But he takes my Susu away from me sometimes when I really, really want attention and I just get…. Oh! Sorry…” His soothing massage had suddenly turned into a bone-bending contest.
“I like him. I just want face cake,” Changmin floated towards the fridge once again.
“And Jaejoong is just distracted,” Yoochun murmured, nuzzling Junsu’s neck. “Yunho will be home soon and he’ll fix everything like he always does, so don’t worry so much. You know…I still think our shower was a bit too short….”
Junsu groaned in frustration. “Why is it that in my time of need, the only thing you can think of is- Wait…” Junsu’s eyes glazed over.
Changmin emerged from the fridge with his finger dipped deep into face cake icing. “Whoa. He malfunctioned. Where’s his on button?”
“I’ve got it!” Junsu gleamed.
“Are you okay?” Yoochun asked, concerned.
“I finally discovered a way to get everyone to work their little butts off for this party!”
“What?”
“It’s genius. Something everyone will always want all the time!”
“What, what?” Yoochun and Changmin chimed.
“Sex!”
Before the other two could react, Junsu grabbed Yoochun’s face and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips. Yoochun was still gasping for air and Changmin had almost dropped the face cake when Junsu said, “I’m tying you to the bedpost tonight!” And he scampered off down the hall and banged on the door to Yunho and Jaejoong’s room.
“What?” Jaejoong cracked the door open, looking quite annoyed.
“I promise you and Yunho will get laid if you help clean up for Hyukjae’s party!” Junsu announced while beaming from ear to ear.
Jaejoong’s eyes lit up. “Really? Where’s the vacuum cleaner?!”
Junsu darted back to the living room where Yoochun was avidly cleaning up the monstrous aftermath of the food, fight scene, and streamers from earlier. Changmin came in from the kitchen, still bewildered. “Why is everyone-Oof!” Jaejoong propelled himself past the two to have his way at the kitchen.
“Changmin,” Junsu grabbed the taller man’s shoulders. “If you leave that face cake alone, I guarantee I will have Kibum’s hands inside your pants by the end of the week!”
Changmin’s eyes grew. “Really…?”
Junsu swung around and looked at the clock. 6:58. Not perfect, but at least everything was on its way to being satisfactory.
Life is so much more tolerable when you can depend on sex.
At 7:01 Yunho walked through the door laughing at a joke with Donghae. “Hey, everbod-“
“YUNHO!” A blur of black hair and tiny waist streaked across the living room and enclosed Yunho’s neck in a giant hug.
“Whoa, Jae! I thought you said you had something important to say to me. I didn’t think you were gonna kill me,” he chuckled.
Junsu completely ignored the couple and practically mauled Donghae, Jaejoong style. “He’s late! When are he and the rest of Super Junior coming over? We’re getting everything prepared,” Junsu blinded Donghae with his enthused smile.
The guest scratched his head, still wet with sweat from dance rehearsals. “What are you talking about?”
The 100,000 volt charge emitting from Junsu’s smile waned about 60%. “Yunho? Didn’t you tell him? How could you not tell Donghae of all people about this?”
Yunho pried his gaze away from Jaejoong’s. “Wah? Tell what?”
Junsu’s smile was now at --18%. “I told you a week ago to tell the other 12 members of Super Junior about Hyukjae’s surprise birthday party today.”
“Ah,” Donghae finally halfway understood. “I called Hyukjae earlier today to wish him a happy birthday. But what party…?”
Smile = --47%. “Yunho…you didn’t forget what I told you one week ago, right? You couldn’t possibly have let the one thing I repeated to you day and night, before breakfast, lunch and dinner, after you got out of the shower, before you went to bed at night and when you woke up in the morning every last one of the previous 7 days slip your mind…did you?”
“…Ummmmm….”
Donghae laughed nervously. “Sorry, but Super Junior is all spread out right now due to schedules. Hankyung and Siwon are in China; Kyuhyun, Ryeowook, and Yesung are performing at this very moment; Sungmin, Shindong and Kangin are featured on a radio show; Kibum is in America; Heechul…who knows where he is….In a few hours, I’m supposed to be on a flight to China to join Hankyung and Siwon. And Hyukjae…he’s with Leeteuk shooting a commercial in Thailand. I’m sorry Junsu. If we had known, we might have shifted our schedules a little bit.”
Junsu’s face went blank. For a moment, Changmin almost inquired about his on button again until Junsu started bawling. Loud. And uncontrollably. It was the rare scene of a poor man dissolved into nothing but his pride…and that was rapidly deteriorating, too.
“Ummm, I’m so sorry, but I have to get packed. I’ll tell Hyukjae all about it, okay?” Donghae hastily excused himself and closed the door.
“I apologize, Junsu!” Yunho was almost crying himself. “It-it…. I just….I forgot!”
“Aw, Yunho,” Jaejoong kissed Yunho’s right shoulder blade and led him down towards the hallway. “You’re overstressed. Junsu will be alright. Let Yoochun and Changmin console him-YOOCHUN!!! CHANGMIN!!!!!”
“What?! We’re right here!”
“Make Junsu stop crying. Come on, Yunho. I’ll give you the best massage you’ll ever have….”
Yoochun cautiously eased over to the sprawling, wailing mess that was Kim Junsu. Changmin’s face lit up. “The face cake is mine!” And he disappeared into the kitchen.
Sighing, Yoochun collected Junsu’s flailing arms into an embrace and stroked his back. “ It’s okay. Miscalculations happen sometimes. It’s okay….”
“Waaaaaaaaahhhhh!” He howled. “I planned out EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!”
Junsu! Keep it down! I can’t hear myself eat face cake!”
“Shush! It’s okay, Susu…. It’s okay….”
But it was not okay. Junsu’s miserable voice echoed throughout the zip code, and quite possibly the world, “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! BUT I’LL GIVE YOU SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
[The end! ^.~ ]