Fifteen Seconds Until Fame [DBSK; OT5-ish; PG]
title: Fifteen Seconds Until Fame
author: yumeyana
fandom: dbsk
pairing: OT5-ish ^^
rating/genre: PG / a little humor
summary: The rain falls on their roof, droplets dancing to a tune only it can play. YunHo leaves his work, YooChun and JunSu stop playing their video game. JaeJoong starts cooking in the kitchen. And ChangMin waits until everything is ready... until they are all together under a warm blanket.
[crossposted at _starcandy, yunchun_ywh, jaesoo_love, yoosu_yongwonhi, jaechun_ywh, seuki, min_su, 5minus1equal0 and at hug______.]
Author’s Notes: Blame the rain for being too inspirational. I was doing my chores-a.k.a. washing the clothes and stuff-when the rain-finally-poured down. And the image of the boys came into my mind. It wasn’t until late afternoon that I wrote this (sue the icons) but when I started, I couldn’t stop. This is my first try at writing anything like this; I hope I won’t disappoint any of you.
Disclaimers: None of the Dong Bang Shin Ki boys are mine no matter how much I wish they would be. The events below, though purely a figment of my over-active imagination, are also loosely based on facts and accounts I’ve gathered along the way. The plot is mine.
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Fifteen Seconds Until Fame
You hear the droplets of rain dance outside the window, though the room you are in hasn’t got one. It doesn’t matter, you think; the droplets are tapping quite faster now, heavier than any light rain you all expected previously. Such a change in weather is not at all impossible, you surmise; after all, the climate has been anything but steady.
Good thing none of you are suffering from colds or whatever. It wouldn’t do any of you good now especially since you are on tour.
Cupboards are opened and closed, pots and pans moved around; JaeJoong is in the kitchen. The noise in the living room quiets down, the video game JunSu and YooChun are playing coming to an end. YunHo glances at you as he passes by your room-the room you share with JunSu and him, you correct yourself-and smiles before making his way to the other room.
You save the file you’ve been working on, saving it twice just to make sure. It is a good thing, you think, that your iPod has finished charging; you wouldn’t want to leave your laptop open just to charge it. You have learned your lesson, thank you very much. The four people in the house cannot be blamed for curiosity, though; but it has always killed the cat.
And hurt your four hyung.
There is movement in the bedroom, the one YooChun and JaeJoong share. YunHo is telling YooChun to move that one to the right-does the light in this room ever get lit? And YooChun laughs and tells him that yes it does; they just like to keep it dim. Sets the mood, right leader-sshi? And YunHo snorts.
The kitchen is quiet except for the opening of a few cupboards. Quite appropriate, you think; JaeJoong dislikes it when people are noisy in the kitchen. It is also a little unusual for JunSu is anything but quiet in the kitchen.
You take your time-ejecting your iPod, unplugging it-in shutting down your laptop. They will call you or drag you out of the room when everything is ready; there is no need to rush anyth-But then YooChun is suddenly at the door, waiting for you to detach yourself from the bed and the laptop. You sigh inwardly-somebody’s in a rush, you mutter under your breath and your hyung laughs; you know we can’t take our time nowadays, he says, and you know he is right.
He drags you out of the room just after you’ve made sure your laptop and iPod are safely somewhere they won’t fall. He doesn’t even give you time to grab anything but what is already near you but you don’t mind.
At least not much.
YunHo is busy fluffing the pillows and arranging the blankets. He looks up from his work and tells YooChun that he hopes they won’t mind that he has changed the lighting in the room. The latter says he doesn’t but it might bother JaeJoong. The oldest says he doesn’t and they all turn around to see him and JunSu with trays on their hand. YunHo takes the mugs on JunSu’s tray and puts them on the bedside table (YooChun’s) while YooChun does the same for JaeJoong.
JunSu raises an eyebrow at the one in your hand and you tell him that you had no other choice; but he says he doesn’t disagree with your pick. You all have yet to finish that one, he adds.
JaeJoong pushes you to the bed and you could only thank the deities for not tripping over anything or anyone. YooChun grins widely-He’s the one in a rush, ChangMin ah. The oldest fights back a retort as he positions himself on your lap. You protest; you won’t be able to move your legs afterwards but pays no heed to this, not even when YunHo tries to pry him off you.
Useless, you say; JaeJoong is already putting your arms around his waist. You can only sigh; JaeJoong always wins no matter what. The others take their position-YunHo on your right, JunSu on your left. YooChun is beside the latter, passing the mugs filled with hot cocoa. All except yours; JaeJoong tells the other that he will share his with yours in the mean time.
The music genius puts your mug back and snuggles, hands going around JunSu’s waist. YunHo pulls the blankets to cover all of you and JaeJoong leans on your chest, as if trying to bury himself there. You manage-miraculously, you would like to point out-to open the book, the one now positioned on JaeJoong’s lap. The bookmark is somewhere on the middle, where you last read it with them.
Your voice floats above the silence, merging with the soft tapping of the rain outside your apartment. In a little while, YooChun will be sleeping on JunSu’s shoulders as the latter will be doing the same on yours. The only people that will remain awake will be you, JaeJoong and YunHo but that will still be later. Later when the rain has quieted down, when the climate changes again.
Later when the illusion the water falling from the sky has created ceases to exist and the sun rises up along with reality of who you all are.
xxx
06Au07
06:19p
author: yumeyana
fandom: dbsk
pairing: OT5-ish ^^
rating/genre: PG / a little humor
summary: The rain falls on their roof, droplets dancing to a tune only it can play. YunHo leaves his work, YooChun and JunSu stop playing their video game. JaeJoong starts cooking in the kitchen. And ChangMin waits until everything is ready... until they are all together under a warm blanket.
[crossposted at _starcandy, yunchun_ywh, jaesoo_love, yoosu_yongwonhi, jaechun_ywh, seuki, min_su, 5minus1equal0 and at hug______.]
Author’s Notes: Blame the rain for being too inspirational. I was doing my chores-a.k.a. washing the clothes and stuff-when the rain-finally-poured down. And the image of the boys came into my mind. It wasn’t until late afternoon that I wrote this (sue the icons) but when I started, I couldn’t stop. This is my first try at writing anything like this; I hope I won’t disappoint any of you.
Disclaimers: None of the Dong Bang Shin Ki boys are mine no matter how much I wish they would be. The events below, though purely a figment of my over-active imagination, are also loosely based on facts and accounts I’ve gathered along the way. The plot is mine.
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Fifteen Seconds Until Fame
You hear the droplets of rain dance outside the window, though the room you are in hasn’t got one. It doesn’t matter, you think; the droplets are tapping quite faster now, heavier than any light rain you all expected previously. Such a change in weather is not at all impossible, you surmise; after all, the climate has been anything but steady.
Good thing none of you are suffering from colds or whatever. It wouldn’t do any of you good now especially since you are on tour.
Cupboards are opened and closed, pots and pans moved around; JaeJoong is in the kitchen. The noise in the living room quiets down, the video game JunSu and YooChun are playing coming to an end. YunHo glances at you as he passes by your room-the room you share with JunSu and him, you correct yourself-and smiles before making his way to the other room.
You save the file you’ve been working on, saving it twice just to make sure. It is a good thing, you think, that your iPod has finished charging; you wouldn’t want to leave your laptop open just to charge it. You have learned your lesson, thank you very much. The four people in the house cannot be blamed for curiosity, though; but it has always killed the cat.
And hurt your four hyung.
There is movement in the bedroom, the one YooChun and JaeJoong share. YunHo is telling YooChun to move that one to the right-does the light in this room ever get lit? And YooChun laughs and tells him that yes it does; they just like to keep it dim. Sets the mood, right leader-sshi? And YunHo snorts.
The kitchen is quiet except for the opening of a few cupboards. Quite appropriate, you think; JaeJoong dislikes it when people are noisy in the kitchen. It is also a little unusual for JunSu is anything but quiet in the kitchen.
You take your time-ejecting your iPod, unplugging it-in shutting down your laptop. They will call you or drag you out of the room when everything is ready; there is no need to rush anyth-But then YooChun is suddenly at the door, waiting for you to detach yourself from the bed and the laptop. You sigh inwardly-somebody’s in a rush, you mutter under your breath and your hyung laughs; you know we can’t take our time nowadays, he says, and you know he is right.
He drags you out of the room just after you’ve made sure your laptop and iPod are safely somewhere they won’t fall. He doesn’t even give you time to grab anything but what is already near you but you don’t mind.
At least not much.
YunHo is busy fluffing the pillows and arranging the blankets. He looks up from his work and tells YooChun that he hopes they won’t mind that he has changed the lighting in the room. The latter says he doesn’t but it might bother JaeJoong. The oldest says he doesn’t and they all turn around to see him and JunSu with trays on their hand. YunHo takes the mugs on JunSu’s tray and puts them on the bedside table (YooChun’s) while YooChun does the same for JaeJoong.
JunSu raises an eyebrow at the one in your hand and you tell him that you had no other choice; but he says he doesn’t disagree with your pick. You all have yet to finish that one, he adds.
JaeJoong pushes you to the bed and you could only thank the deities for not tripping over anything or anyone. YooChun grins widely-He’s the one in a rush, ChangMin ah. The oldest fights back a retort as he positions himself on your lap. You protest; you won’t be able to move your legs afterwards but pays no heed to this, not even when YunHo tries to pry him off you.
Useless, you say; JaeJoong is already putting your arms around his waist. You can only sigh; JaeJoong always wins no matter what. The others take their position-YunHo on your right, JunSu on your left. YooChun is beside the latter, passing the mugs filled with hot cocoa. All except yours; JaeJoong tells the other that he will share his with yours in the mean time.
The music genius puts your mug back and snuggles, hands going around JunSu’s waist. YunHo pulls the blankets to cover all of you and JaeJoong leans on your chest, as if trying to bury himself there. You manage-miraculously, you would like to point out-to open the book, the one now positioned on JaeJoong’s lap. The bookmark is somewhere on the middle, where you last read it with them.
Your voice floats above the silence, merging with the soft tapping of the rain outside your apartment. In a little while, YooChun will be sleeping on JunSu’s shoulders as the latter will be doing the same on yours. The only people that will remain awake will be you, JaeJoong and YunHo but that will still be later. Later when the rain has quieted down, when the climate changes again.
Later when the illusion the water falling from the sky has created ceases to exist and the sun rises up along with reality of who you all are.
xxx
06Au07
06:19p