Okinawa Lime (Oneshot)
Title: Okinawa Lime
Rating: PG
Form: Oneshot
Words: 1 242
Pairings: OT5ish
Genre: Crackish?
Summary: The lesson to be learnt is - never trust Yoochun and Jae.
A/N: For wmelon_kaiye, who put in a request for OT5 using 'dorks water fight'. :D Pretty tame OT5, but I got the idea watching the Shine offshoot for the 230235th time.
... and I won't even bother saying Merry Christmas, because this is so so so late. >_<
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It started, like a number of things in their group did, with Jaejoong and Yoochun. Frankly, Yunho did not trust the pair of them at all, especially when they cooped themselves up in their dark cave of a room and started whispering and giggling to each other like a couple of school girls.
You walked into that room at your own peril, and could be subject to find anything from their sleeping faces (deceptively innocent as they were), to the pair of them swapping and comparing clothing items, to that one time when Changmin had gone in there to find a circle of candles and some really weird smelling herbs. The youngest had then refused to so much knock on the door again for the next two weeks, and gave the pair a wide berth. This only seemed to amuse them both greatly, teasing Changmin mercilessly.
So the first ingredient had been Jaejoong and Yoochun looking for mischief. The second ingredient had been the horrifying humidity and heat of Okinawa. Jae and Yunho had always said they wanted to visit there, but now that they had, they amended the statement to visiting either in autumn or spring, or else visiting at a time where they were not required to stand around and look pensively handsome in the burning sun for a never ending photo shoot.
It was all ‘stand here’, ‘do this’, ‘no, not so far right!’, ‘you’re blocking Changmin’, ‘Changmin is taller, he should be in the back’… until someone exploded and said they were going to fry if they didn’t get out of the sun soon, and they’d have four very pink artists and one Indian. (Changmin had made a ruckus about that, but it was pointed out nobody had actually stated as such that the Indian was Changmin. That didn’t seem to matter much however).
And then there was the PV, and the really gay dancing. Which was always a given, really, but it was all the worse standing on a sunny green lawn in white suits. Sweat patches, no matter what anyone said, were not sexy in the least. Specially when you had to smell them on a handful of grown men.
Relief came in the form of a setting sun, and being able to throw Junsu (who had been unrelenting in his complaints, not so different from everyone else really, except that he squeaked) into the pool. Unfortunately for him, that dried off by the time they’d finished dinner.
It was by that time however that Jaejoong and Yoochun were able to enact their master plan.
After having spent the night before hanging around street corners looking remarkably like they were attempting to pick up johns, it was a nice relief to be given the evening off. They hadn’t really planned anything, vague ideas of holing up in their hotel and enjoying the air-conditioning being thrown around. Most of the milling staff members had left by then too, and it was just them and a handful of people left chatting beside the beach.
Junsu, Changmin and Yunho all noted that Jaejoong and Yoochun disappeared for a few minutes, but did not comment. That was, until Yoochun sidled up to Junsu , nudging him in the neck with a damp, nozzle like thing and then jamming the thing down his shirt and spraying water all over him.
In the same moment, there was a maniacal cackle from a nearby palm tree, followed by Jaejoong jumping out to spray Changmin straight in the face with a large lime-green water gun. He continued to pump the water out madly as he ran off, given a few precious moments head start as Changmin sat frozen to his seat, dumbfounded by the sudden attack. It was only a few moments though, and Jaejoong’s agility was put to the test as Changmin’s long legs went into action.
Yunho, for himself, went from stunned to vastly amused in those moments, and started laughing madly at the totally indignant squawking Junsu was producing. That was, until Yoochun managed to disentangle himself and made a large wet patch on Yunho’s shirt. Jaejoong came flailing past not seconds later and managed to soak his thigh.
After that, it was on.
Every man for himself, it was a deft battle in acquiring arms. That meant either fly tackling someone with a brightly coloured gun or making creative use of water bottles. Yoochun lost his bubble-gum pink gun to Junsu, who, after giving the composer a strategically placed wet spot, ran off cackling to hunt for Yunho. Changmin somehow was captured in a headlock by Yoochun, and surfaced from it looking like a drowned rat, long hair plastered down on his face as the older boy danced away, clutching a now-empty water bottle. With a growl and a doggy-like shake of his head, Changmin gave chase once more.
Jaejoong grappled with Yunho, loosing mightily because he couldn’t stop laughing, but somehow managing to keep his death grip on his gun. Giving up that plan, Yunho did the next best thing, slinging Jaejoong himself over his shoulders and staggering over towards the pool. Jaejoong shrieked, squirmed and shoved the nozzle of his gun down Yunho’s pants. Then Junsu arrived and they went down in a wriggling wet pile.
And, after Junsu’s sticky little fingers had managed to unceremoniously grab Jae’s ass, it turned to a war of a different kind. Water already liberally applied to all, it now became a game of grabbing the goods with only a thin veil of ‘water fight’ to cover their wandering hands.
Changmin was the only one it seemed to actually kept score, a mental tally of points for body parts. Junsu’s duck butt of course held the highest score factor, but it was also, not-so-disappointingly, rather easy to pick up those points. A slide of a hand down Jaejoong’s thigh was another added to his tally, and a brush up against Yunho’s groin sent it rocketing up.
Changmin himself proved particularly slippery though, so it wasn’t long until significant looks were exchanged and the lanky boy found himself being stalked, four rather disconcerting leers all aimed at him.
Hunted, he made a dash across the grass, hoping to run off into the gathering shadows outside the lights of the park area. It was not to be however, and despite his prowess, four overcame one just at the edge of the illumination of the lights. Yunho managed to pin him down, Junsu grabbing his legs while Yoochun helped with his arms. Jaejoong, not to be left out, happily flung himself on them all, creating loud woofs of lost air and moans of protest. Changmin found himself at the bottom of the pile, Yunho collapsed on his chest and Junsu flattened on his lower half.
Wiggling contentedly, Jaejoong settled himself down on the bodies of his bandmates; while Yoochun, seeing his services no longer needed (Changmin was going nowhere, fast), joined him, taking advantage of the perfectly placed, kushy rise of Junsu’s ass to take a seat. Junsu squeaked, but that was nothing unusual.
After they’d both settled themselves, the groans and complaints of their bandmates unheeded, Jaejoong turned to Yoochun and smiled beatifically. Yoochun’s eyes curved up as he grinned back, and they sat like that, smug and content in their abilities and the rather surprise success of their plotting.
(Until, of course, Changmin managed to gather the air and energy to heave everyone off him and strangle them all.)
Rating: PG
Form: Oneshot
Words: 1 242
Pairings: OT5ish
Genre: Crackish?
Summary: The lesson to be learnt is - never trust Yoochun and Jae.
A/N: For wmelon_kaiye, who put in a request for OT5 using 'dorks water fight'. :D Pretty tame OT5, but I got the idea watching the Shine offshoot for the 230235th time.
... and I won't even bother saying Merry Christmas, because this is so so so late. >_<
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It started, like a number of things in their group did, with Jaejoong and Yoochun. Frankly, Yunho did not trust the pair of them at all, especially when they cooped themselves up in their dark cave of a room and started whispering and giggling to each other like a couple of school girls.
You walked into that room at your own peril, and could be subject to find anything from their sleeping faces (deceptively innocent as they were), to the pair of them swapping and comparing clothing items, to that one time when Changmin had gone in there to find a circle of candles and some really weird smelling herbs. The youngest had then refused to so much knock on the door again for the next two weeks, and gave the pair a wide berth. This only seemed to amuse them both greatly, teasing Changmin mercilessly.
So the first ingredient had been Jaejoong and Yoochun looking for mischief. The second ingredient had been the horrifying humidity and heat of Okinawa. Jae and Yunho had always said they wanted to visit there, but now that they had, they amended the statement to visiting either in autumn or spring, or else visiting at a time where they were not required to stand around and look pensively handsome in the burning sun for a never ending photo shoot.
It was all ‘stand here’, ‘do this’, ‘no, not so far right!’, ‘you’re blocking Changmin’, ‘Changmin is taller, he should be in the back’… until someone exploded and said they were going to fry if they didn’t get out of the sun soon, and they’d have four very pink artists and one Indian. (Changmin had made a ruckus about that, but it was pointed out nobody had actually stated as such that the Indian was Changmin. That didn’t seem to matter much however).
And then there was the PV, and the really gay dancing. Which was always a given, really, but it was all the worse standing on a sunny green lawn in white suits. Sweat patches, no matter what anyone said, were not sexy in the least. Specially when you had to smell them on a handful of grown men.
Relief came in the form of a setting sun, and being able to throw Junsu (who had been unrelenting in his complaints, not so different from everyone else really, except that he squeaked) into the pool. Unfortunately for him, that dried off by the time they’d finished dinner.
It was by that time however that Jaejoong and Yoochun were able to enact their master plan.
After having spent the night before hanging around street corners looking remarkably like they were attempting to pick up johns, it was a nice relief to be given the evening off. They hadn’t really planned anything, vague ideas of holing up in their hotel and enjoying the air-conditioning being thrown around. Most of the milling staff members had left by then too, and it was just them and a handful of people left chatting beside the beach.
Junsu, Changmin and Yunho all noted that Jaejoong and Yoochun disappeared for a few minutes, but did not comment. That was, until Yoochun sidled up to Junsu , nudging him in the neck with a damp, nozzle like thing and then jamming the thing down his shirt and spraying water all over him.
In the same moment, there was a maniacal cackle from a nearby palm tree, followed by Jaejoong jumping out to spray Changmin straight in the face with a large lime-green water gun. He continued to pump the water out madly as he ran off, given a few precious moments head start as Changmin sat frozen to his seat, dumbfounded by the sudden attack. It was only a few moments though, and Jaejoong’s agility was put to the test as Changmin’s long legs went into action.
Yunho, for himself, went from stunned to vastly amused in those moments, and started laughing madly at the totally indignant squawking Junsu was producing. That was, until Yoochun managed to disentangle himself and made a large wet patch on Yunho’s shirt. Jaejoong came flailing past not seconds later and managed to soak his thigh.
After that, it was on.
Every man for himself, it was a deft battle in acquiring arms. That meant either fly tackling someone with a brightly coloured gun or making creative use of water bottles. Yoochun lost his bubble-gum pink gun to Junsu, who, after giving the composer a strategically placed wet spot, ran off cackling to hunt for Yunho. Changmin somehow was captured in a headlock by Yoochun, and surfaced from it looking like a drowned rat, long hair plastered down on his face as the older boy danced away, clutching a now-empty water bottle. With a growl and a doggy-like shake of his head, Changmin gave chase once more.
Jaejoong grappled with Yunho, loosing mightily because he couldn’t stop laughing, but somehow managing to keep his death grip on his gun. Giving up that plan, Yunho did the next best thing, slinging Jaejoong himself over his shoulders and staggering over towards the pool. Jaejoong shrieked, squirmed and shoved the nozzle of his gun down Yunho’s pants. Then Junsu arrived and they went down in a wriggling wet pile.
And, after Junsu’s sticky little fingers had managed to unceremoniously grab Jae’s ass, it turned to a war of a different kind. Water already liberally applied to all, it now became a game of grabbing the goods with only a thin veil of ‘water fight’ to cover their wandering hands.
Changmin was the only one it seemed to actually kept score, a mental tally of points for body parts. Junsu’s duck butt of course held the highest score factor, but it was also, not-so-disappointingly, rather easy to pick up those points. A slide of a hand down Jaejoong’s thigh was another added to his tally, and a brush up against Yunho’s groin sent it rocketing up.
Changmin himself proved particularly slippery though, so it wasn’t long until significant looks were exchanged and the lanky boy found himself being stalked, four rather disconcerting leers all aimed at him.
Hunted, he made a dash across the grass, hoping to run off into the gathering shadows outside the lights of the park area. It was not to be however, and despite his prowess, four overcame one just at the edge of the illumination of the lights. Yunho managed to pin him down, Junsu grabbing his legs while Yoochun helped with his arms. Jaejoong, not to be left out, happily flung himself on them all, creating loud woofs of lost air and moans of protest. Changmin found himself at the bottom of the pile, Yunho collapsed on his chest and Junsu flattened on his lower half.
Wiggling contentedly, Jaejoong settled himself down on the bodies of his bandmates; while Yoochun, seeing his services no longer needed (Changmin was going nowhere, fast), joined him, taking advantage of the perfectly placed, kushy rise of Junsu’s ass to take a seat. Junsu squeaked, but that was nothing unusual.
After they’d both settled themselves, the groans and complaints of their bandmates unheeded, Jaejoong turned to Yoochun and smiled beatifically. Yoochun’s eyes curved up as he grinned back, and they sat like that, smug and content in their abilities and the rather surprise success of their plotting.
(Until, of course, Changmin managed to gather the air and energy to heave everyone off him and strangle them all.)