Kiss 3
Mwaha! One presentation and report finished off today. Tomorrow, exam! XP
Random: Ooooh Micky, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. Specially when you sing Remember. *melts* (You still have a very large forhead however)
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When left to his own devices, Jaejoong dances either slowly, stupidly, or not at all. At present he’s doing the second, a strange sort of chicken dance with Junsu on top of the latter’s bed, their laughing voices melding together in perfect melody even if they are singing utter nonsense.
Three minutes later, Changmin comes in and screams at them to just shut up, and just why was he living with such morons? Then Jaejoong fly-tackles him and the two giggling singers tickle the gangly youngest into submission.
The three pile together in the middle of their bedroom on the floor, laughing breathlessly and snuggling bonelessly. Jaejoong’s breath his hot and uncomfortable on Changmin’s neck, but he just laughs harder.
Maybe fifteen minutes later, Yoochun finds them there, still giggling softly to one another and rolls his eyes, turning around and leaving them alone. He instead goes to sit next to Yunho on the couch, finding their fearless leader up to his ears in chat show scripts. Yoochun pouts, and pokes Yunho, telling him he’s boring boring and that their bandmates are crazy. Yunho gives him a wiry smile and absently asks him why it’s taken Yoochun so long to figure this out. Yoochun pouts harder and Yunho bumps him with his foot. A vicious round of footsies ensues.
The scripts go flying as Changmin comes running hell for pelter into the room, Jaejoong barrelling after him brandishing a hairbrush in one hand and hairspray in the other. They run around the sofa three times, interjected by energetic sprays of the aerosol, causing Yoochun and Yunho to cough. They run out of the room again, Jaejoong’s manic laugher echoing after them. Junsu wanders in a few moments later with hair clips in the front spikes of his hair, looking not at all manly.
Eventually, it seems that Jaejoong wins and returns, triumphant to the living room, looking smug and pleased. Changmin trails after, a ponytail sticking out of either side of his head and little pink butterfly clips in his bangs. Nobody asks were Jaejoong got the pink butterfly clips.
Jaejoong flops happily onto the couch, snuggling up to Yunho who, amused, obligingly wraps an arm around him. Jaejoong makes a funny little face for a moment and then leans up, kissing Yunho. It’s teasing and sweet, and Yunho can feel Jaejoong’s grin in it.
Changmin makes loud gagging noises, covering his eyes, and Jaejoong breaks off with a laugh and, maturely, sticks out his tongue at the youngest, making a show of snuggling closer. Yunho laughs and laughs and whispers into the mess of dark strands, ‘I love you.’
Random: Ooooh Micky, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. Specially when you sing Remember. *melts* (You still have a very large forhead however)
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When left to his own devices, Jaejoong dances either slowly, stupidly, or not at all. At present he’s doing the second, a strange sort of chicken dance with Junsu on top of the latter’s bed, their laughing voices melding together in perfect melody even if they are singing utter nonsense.
Three minutes later, Changmin comes in and screams at them to just shut up, and just why was he living with such morons? Then Jaejoong fly-tackles him and the two giggling singers tickle the gangly youngest into submission.
The three pile together in the middle of their bedroom on the floor, laughing breathlessly and snuggling bonelessly. Jaejoong’s breath his hot and uncomfortable on Changmin’s neck, but he just laughs harder.
Maybe fifteen minutes later, Yoochun finds them there, still giggling softly to one another and rolls his eyes, turning around and leaving them alone. He instead goes to sit next to Yunho on the couch, finding their fearless leader up to his ears in chat show scripts. Yoochun pouts, and pokes Yunho, telling him he’s boring boring and that their bandmates are crazy. Yunho gives him a wiry smile and absently asks him why it’s taken Yoochun so long to figure this out. Yoochun pouts harder and Yunho bumps him with his foot. A vicious round of footsies ensues.
The scripts go flying as Changmin comes running hell for pelter into the room, Jaejoong barrelling after him brandishing a hairbrush in one hand and hairspray in the other. They run around the sofa three times, interjected by energetic sprays of the aerosol, causing Yoochun and Yunho to cough. They run out of the room again, Jaejoong’s manic laugher echoing after them. Junsu wanders in a few moments later with hair clips in the front spikes of his hair, looking not at all manly.
Eventually, it seems that Jaejoong wins and returns, triumphant to the living room, looking smug and pleased. Changmin trails after, a ponytail sticking out of either side of his head and little pink butterfly clips in his bangs. Nobody asks were Jaejoong got the pink butterfly clips.
Jaejoong flops happily onto the couch, snuggling up to Yunho who, amused, obligingly wraps an arm around him. Jaejoong makes a funny little face for a moment and then leans up, kissing Yunho. It’s teasing and sweet, and Yunho can feel Jaejoong’s grin in it.
Changmin makes loud gagging noises, covering his eyes, and Jaejoong breaks off with a laugh and, maturely, sticks out his tongue at the youngest, making a show of snuggling closer. Yunho laughs and laughs and whispers into the mess of dark strands, ‘I love you.’