Thank You for Waking Me Up
Thank You for Waking Me Up
If there was one thing that Hyungjoon hated about himself, it was that he rarely ever won rock-paper-scissors. There likely were several other things he could name as well, but this one specific talent, or lack thereof was the cause of him standing in the doorway leading to his doom.
“I’m not doing it,” he moaned hopelessly.
“You lost, you do it,” Hyunjoong told him, choosing this one time to find his leadership voice. He didn’t bother to hang around to see if his orders were carried out; after all he had a shower to take.
“How are you up before him?” Hyungjoon muttered under his breath as he stared at the lump under the covers in the bedroom.
In truth, the only reason Hyunjoong was up before everyone else was because their manager had spent fifteen minutes rousing him from bed, only to deliver orders to wake the rest of the members before leaving on business. Hyunjoong had dutifully kicked Hyungjoon in the shin, shook Youngsaeng and called Kyujong’s name to rouse them all. He had then ordered one of them to wake Jungmin, to which they had all immediately refused. This had resulted in decision by game, as per usual, which had in turn resulted in Hyungjoon standing at the beginning of his end.
The rest of his members had so helpfully disappeared, a feat Hyungjoon had to commend them for since it was a rather small dorm and there was very little area to hide. Yet hide they did, and he had no choice but to face his fate alone.
His first plan had been to retrieve a precious orange vegetable from the refrigerator. He would then use said vegetable to poke Jungmin in the arm and when the first signs of life were shown he would immediately sacrifice the carrot to the mouth of the beast. Regretfully, there were no fair carrot maidens to offer as such a sacrifice. Plan A was a no go.
Plan B consisted of standing in the doorway and belting ‘Love Like This’ as loudly and off key as he possibly could. A brief analysis had revealed precisely five stuffed animals, three pillows, two large books, a note book, and three pens that could potentially be used as flying projectiles to be launched in his general direction. Further inspection had discovered the ear plugs firmly implanted in his band mate’s ears that would render all attempts unproductive. With that Plan B crashed and burned.
The next plan that crossed Hyungjoon’s mind was to walk outside and find the nearest fan. He could then proceed to invite said fan into their dorm and present them with the honor of waking the idol Jungmin. Careful consideration caused him to determine that could go one of two ways. First, the fan could out right refuse since a certain television show had revealed the true state of Jungmin’s waking up process. The second scenario was that the fan would gladly wake the man and then would promptly be killed for the offense. Hyungjoon figured that he would likely be thrown in jail for premeditated murder or something of that extent. Plan C? Definitely not.
That left him with Plan D, poke him with something long. The idea seemed to be a fairly sound one: find something long enough to be out of swing range and light enough to ditch it if escape became necessary. A stick. A stick was good. Hyungjoon turned and scoured their apartment for a stick. He found a meter stick. Not the sort of stick he was thinking of but he assumed it would suffice. He started to make his way back to his duty, only to feel his weapon of choice being tugged out of his hand. He turned to protest and found Youngsaeng holding his stick.
“First, if you get this broken Kyujong will kill you. Second, using this is cheating,” Youngsaeng waved it around as if he was taunting him.
“What am I supposed to use my arm?”
“Yes,” Youngsaeng answered without pause. “You’re running out of time. If we are late it’s your fault.”
Hyungjoon scowled as Youngsaeng retreated to Jungmin’s room. Where was the love for the maknae? Wasn’t the baby of the group supposed to be cherished, loved, and cared for? Not sent on missions that would surly result in his dismemberment at the very least? This was unjust.
He stormed back to the room, fully irritated with his hyungs. Just inside the door he bent, grabbed an object, straightened, and threw it as hard as he could at the lump. It turned out that the object was an eraser that it only took the halfway conscious Jungmin three seconds - Hyungjoon was counting - to locate and send flying back. That morning Hyungjoon discovered that not only do erasers hitting ones stomach provide a strange stinging sensation, the pillow that will follow will inevitably hit ones face and do possible damage to ones nose.
Snarling - 5:45 in the morning was much too early to be getting hit in the face with anything - Hyungjoon bent and snatched the pillow. Now armed, he stormed to the bed and slammed his weapon down on the nearly concealed body.
A leg shot out in retaliation from the mass of blankets. Hyungjoon, in attempts to dodge the leg, leapt forward and onto the bed. This put him on top of the lump. In a desperate attempt to save his body, Hyungjoon threw away his weapon, grabbed the edge of the comforter on either side of Jungmin’s head, and pressed it to the bed effectively trapping the other man’s arms beneath. With his arms restrained the half conscious thrashing began. Hyungjoon nearly took a knee to his more tender area before he shifted high enough on the man’s chest to avoid the worst of it.
The struggling continued for a moment more before the body stilled and a sleep roughened voice growled, “Get off.”
“Oh now you’re up,” Hyungjoon returned. He thought about obeying, but his mind told him that the moment he did so the beast would be free and would immediately extract his revenge. “Not until you agree to be my slave for waking you up on time,” he declared. A moment later his brain informed him that that might have been a little too far given the half asleep irritated state of the other man.
As expected Jungmin half growled and jerked his body sideways. Hyungjoon, not exactly prepared for the move went sprawling over onto the rest of the bed and the blanket followed. Before he could do much more then wiggle onto his back, the blanket was wrapped around him and Jungmin was sitting on his torso. The other man had just pulled off his eye mask, leaving his hair sticking up in odd places and removed his ear plugs.
Jungmin had a particularly dangerous look in his eyes that caused Hyungjoon to renew his struggles. Somehow it seemed as if the blanket had decided to become a form fitting item and had molded to his limbs. His struggling only further entangled himself. Even without Jungmin sitting on his chest, it would have taken him a few minutes to free himself.
The man sitting on top of Hyungjoon knew this and smirked to himself. He grabbed the younger man’s head with both of his hands to hold it still, bent down, and pressed their lips together. It started at a simple press of flesh against flesh, something that wasn’t new to either man. Then to show his irritation, Jungmin bit the younger’s lip in a way that Hyungjoon would not describe as sensual in any way.
Hyungjoon released a garbled complaint and hoped that Jungmin hadn’t broken skin. That would be interesting to explain later if he had. Jungmin chuckled to himself before forcefully deepening the kiss. He quickly discovered that they both had horrible cases of morning breath, but Jungmin needed to bear it for his revenge to be complete.
It took approximately ten seconds of tongue exploration for Hyungjoon to stop struggling, another eight for him to relax and fight back with his own appendage, and another twelve seconds for him to release the softest of moans. After that, Jungmin counted to thirty in his head. He knew the maknae’s body incredibly well and thirty additional seconds would be more than enough. At thirty he pulled his lips away and smirked at the one below him.
A small shift backwards, allowed him to line up their hips and he gave a slow sensual roll of his lower body that he was certain that Hyungjoon would feel even through the blanket. “Next time you lose rock, paper, scissors,” he said now fully awake. “Why don’t you just wait for my alarm to wake me up?”
As if cued by his words, the little device started ringing across the room. Jungmin swung himself off the other man and off the bed. He crossed the room in a few short strides and shut of the device. “You had better hurry. We need to leave in twenty minutes,” with a final smirk Jungmin disappeared out the door.
Hyungjoon huffed and let his head fall back into the mattress. Not only did he have a sore face, a bruise in the shape of an eraser forming on his stomach, and a potentially split lip, he was halfway to fully aroused. This was certainly no way to treat the maknae of any group. When they got done with their schedules tonight he was going to sit them all down and have a chat about proper treatment. Just to be sure he made a mental note to obtain Taemin’s phone number when he saw him at the recording of Inkigayo today. That way he would have support if necessary.
“You had better get up,” Hyunjoong’s voice called from the hall. “If I have to come in there, I am bringing ice, water, and whatever I can find in the refrigerator that is moldy.”
The worst part was that Hyungjoon knew he wasn’t lying. He wiggled out of the blankets and once free, was relieved to find that his body was mostly calm again. Hyungjoon stepped into the hall and scowled as Jungmin brushed by whistling ‘Love Like This.’ Correction, there were two things Hyungjoon hated about himself: his inability to win rock-paper-scissors and his absolutely, unbelievably, regrettably, horrendously bad, luck.
AN: I am so unbelievably excited that I get to update my masterlist with a SS501 category! There is a lack of fiction for them and that makes me sad. I'm still relatively new to the fandom but I'm learning quickly I hope. This little bit was inspired by a re-watching of the first episode of Thank You for Waking Me Up in which the baby was clearly against waking up Jungmin. Let me know what you thought! -cries- I just discovered I don't have a SS501 icon! I must fix!
If there was one thing that Hyungjoon hated about himself, it was that he rarely ever won rock-paper-scissors. There likely were several other things he could name as well, but this one specific talent, or lack thereof was the cause of him standing in the doorway leading to his doom.
“I’m not doing it,” he moaned hopelessly.
“You lost, you do it,” Hyunjoong told him, choosing this one time to find his leadership voice. He didn’t bother to hang around to see if his orders were carried out; after all he had a shower to take.
“How are you up before him?” Hyungjoon muttered under his breath as he stared at the lump under the covers in the bedroom.
In truth, the only reason Hyunjoong was up before everyone else was because their manager had spent fifteen minutes rousing him from bed, only to deliver orders to wake the rest of the members before leaving on business. Hyunjoong had dutifully kicked Hyungjoon in the shin, shook Youngsaeng and called Kyujong’s name to rouse them all. He had then ordered one of them to wake Jungmin, to which they had all immediately refused. This had resulted in decision by game, as per usual, which had in turn resulted in Hyungjoon standing at the beginning of his end.
The rest of his members had so helpfully disappeared, a feat Hyungjoon had to commend them for since it was a rather small dorm and there was very little area to hide. Yet hide they did, and he had no choice but to face his fate alone.
His first plan had been to retrieve a precious orange vegetable from the refrigerator. He would then use said vegetable to poke Jungmin in the arm and when the first signs of life were shown he would immediately sacrifice the carrot to the mouth of the beast. Regretfully, there were no fair carrot maidens to offer as such a sacrifice. Plan A was a no go.
Plan B consisted of standing in the doorway and belting ‘Love Like This’ as loudly and off key as he possibly could. A brief analysis had revealed precisely five stuffed animals, three pillows, two large books, a note book, and three pens that could potentially be used as flying projectiles to be launched in his general direction. Further inspection had discovered the ear plugs firmly implanted in his band mate’s ears that would render all attempts unproductive. With that Plan B crashed and burned.
The next plan that crossed Hyungjoon’s mind was to walk outside and find the nearest fan. He could then proceed to invite said fan into their dorm and present them with the honor of waking the idol Jungmin. Careful consideration caused him to determine that could go one of two ways. First, the fan could out right refuse since a certain television show had revealed the true state of Jungmin’s waking up process. The second scenario was that the fan would gladly wake the man and then would promptly be killed for the offense. Hyungjoon figured that he would likely be thrown in jail for premeditated murder or something of that extent. Plan C? Definitely not.
That left him with Plan D, poke him with something long. The idea seemed to be a fairly sound one: find something long enough to be out of swing range and light enough to ditch it if escape became necessary. A stick. A stick was good. Hyungjoon turned and scoured their apartment for a stick. He found a meter stick. Not the sort of stick he was thinking of but he assumed it would suffice. He started to make his way back to his duty, only to feel his weapon of choice being tugged out of his hand. He turned to protest and found Youngsaeng holding his stick.
“First, if you get this broken Kyujong will kill you. Second, using this is cheating,” Youngsaeng waved it around as if he was taunting him.
“What am I supposed to use my arm?”
“Yes,” Youngsaeng answered without pause. “You’re running out of time. If we are late it’s your fault.”
Hyungjoon scowled as Youngsaeng retreated to Jungmin’s room. Where was the love for the maknae? Wasn’t the baby of the group supposed to be cherished, loved, and cared for? Not sent on missions that would surly result in his dismemberment at the very least? This was unjust.
He stormed back to the room, fully irritated with his hyungs. Just inside the door he bent, grabbed an object, straightened, and threw it as hard as he could at the lump. It turned out that the object was an eraser that it only took the halfway conscious Jungmin three seconds - Hyungjoon was counting - to locate and send flying back. That morning Hyungjoon discovered that not only do erasers hitting ones stomach provide a strange stinging sensation, the pillow that will follow will inevitably hit ones face and do possible damage to ones nose.
Snarling - 5:45 in the morning was much too early to be getting hit in the face with anything - Hyungjoon bent and snatched the pillow. Now armed, he stormed to the bed and slammed his weapon down on the nearly concealed body.
A leg shot out in retaliation from the mass of blankets. Hyungjoon, in attempts to dodge the leg, leapt forward and onto the bed. This put him on top of the lump. In a desperate attempt to save his body, Hyungjoon threw away his weapon, grabbed the edge of the comforter on either side of Jungmin’s head, and pressed it to the bed effectively trapping the other man’s arms beneath. With his arms restrained the half conscious thrashing began. Hyungjoon nearly took a knee to his more tender area before he shifted high enough on the man’s chest to avoid the worst of it.
The struggling continued for a moment more before the body stilled and a sleep roughened voice growled, “Get off.”
“Oh now you’re up,” Hyungjoon returned. He thought about obeying, but his mind told him that the moment he did so the beast would be free and would immediately extract his revenge. “Not until you agree to be my slave for waking you up on time,” he declared. A moment later his brain informed him that that might have been a little too far given the half asleep irritated state of the other man.
As expected Jungmin half growled and jerked his body sideways. Hyungjoon, not exactly prepared for the move went sprawling over onto the rest of the bed and the blanket followed. Before he could do much more then wiggle onto his back, the blanket was wrapped around him and Jungmin was sitting on his torso. The other man had just pulled off his eye mask, leaving his hair sticking up in odd places and removed his ear plugs.
Jungmin had a particularly dangerous look in his eyes that caused Hyungjoon to renew his struggles. Somehow it seemed as if the blanket had decided to become a form fitting item and had molded to his limbs. His struggling only further entangled himself. Even without Jungmin sitting on his chest, it would have taken him a few minutes to free himself.
The man sitting on top of Hyungjoon knew this and smirked to himself. He grabbed the younger man’s head with both of his hands to hold it still, bent down, and pressed their lips together. It started at a simple press of flesh against flesh, something that wasn’t new to either man. Then to show his irritation, Jungmin bit the younger’s lip in a way that Hyungjoon would not describe as sensual in any way.
Hyungjoon released a garbled complaint and hoped that Jungmin hadn’t broken skin. That would be interesting to explain later if he had. Jungmin chuckled to himself before forcefully deepening the kiss. He quickly discovered that they both had horrible cases of morning breath, but Jungmin needed to bear it for his revenge to be complete.
It took approximately ten seconds of tongue exploration for Hyungjoon to stop struggling, another eight for him to relax and fight back with his own appendage, and another twelve seconds for him to release the softest of moans. After that, Jungmin counted to thirty in his head. He knew the maknae’s body incredibly well and thirty additional seconds would be more than enough. At thirty he pulled his lips away and smirked at the one below him.
A small shift backwards, allowed him to line up their hips and he gave a slow sensual roll of his lower body that he was certain that Hyungjoon would feel even through the blanket. “Next time you lose rock, paper, scissors,” he said now fully awake. “Why don’t you just wait for my alarm to wake me up?”
As if cued by his words, the little device started ringing across the room. Jungmin swung himself off the other man and off the bed. He crossed the room in a few short strides and shut of the device. “You had better hurry. We need to leave in twenty minutes,” with a final smirk Jungmin disappeared out the door.
Hyungjoon huffed and let his head fall back into the mattress. Not only did he have a sore face, a bruise in the shape of an eraser forming on his stomach, and a potentially split lip, he was halfway to fully aroused. This was certainly no way to treat the maknae of any group. When they got done with their schedules tonight he was going to sit them all down and have a chat about proper treatment. Just to be sure he made a mental note to obtain Taemin’s phone number when he saw him at the recording of Inkigayo today. That way he would have support if necessary.
“You had better get up,” Hyunjoong’s voice called from the hall. “If I have to come in there, I am bringing ice, water, and whatever I can find in the refrigerator that is moldy.”
The worst part was that Hyungjoon knew he wasn’t lying. He wiggled out of the blankets and once free, was relieved to find that his body was mostly calm again. Hyungjoon stepped into the hall and scowled as Jungmin brushed by whistling ‘Love Like This.’ Correction, there were two things Hyungjoon hated about himself: his inability to win rock-paper-scissors and his absolutely, unbelievably, regrettably, horrendously bad, luck.
AN: I am so unbelievably excited that I get to update my masterlist with a SS501 category! There is a lack of fiction for them and that makes me sad. I'm still relatively new to the fandom but I'm learning quickly I hope. This little bit was inspired by a re-watching of the first episode of Thank You for Waking Me Up in which the baby was clearly against waking up Jungmin. Let me know what you thought! -cries- I just discovered I don't have a SS501 icon! I must fix!