Whispers in the Dark

[Humor/Angst] Junsu vs Plushie (Round 1)

2008-06-26T05:46:33Z

Name: Junsu vs. Plushie (Round 1)
Author: hikaru_maxwell
Pairing: HoSu, BamHo
Rating: PG
Summary: Junsu wants to confess, but there is something that keeps holding him back...

Prompt from the DBSK prompt generator. Beta'd by s7nluv.

It was staring at him. He could feel it. Those dark, beady eyes, that ever-present smile. Every night, watching him from the crook of his hyung's arm, accusatory gaze daring him to move, to speak, to breathe. He had thought, when they finally moved into the new place, that this was his chance. He had thought that as roommates, he might finally be able to confess.

Many times, he had imagined those soft gazes and trembling lips, his hyung leaning into his kiss, professing a secret love that might or might not have been locked in the older boy's heart, as it had long been flowering within his own.

He had even tried, several times, to approach their stoic leader, to confess the fluffy and wholly inappropriate feeling he had come to realize was probably love (as like was not quite strong enough a word to describe it). A feeling that was something more than friendship, but less than family.

With every attempt at confession, there was always that silently watching from the middle of the bed, freezing him cold in his tracks. But today, today he had a plan. Marching resolutely forward, the singer shoved the small woodland creature underneath Yunho's pillow and breathed a sigh of relief. Now, everything was perfect.

Minutes, hours ticked resolutely by as he waited, hands sweating nervously, for the other man to return home, for the daily ritual played out by the five to end, and for everyone to retire to their rooms. It was time, he was finally going to say everything that had been trapped in his heart these last few years, and hopefully, oh how he hoped, Yunho would return his feelings. And this time, there would be no interruptions.

As his beloved leader-sshi entered, the singer bit his lip and sucked in a breath, eyes wandering anywhere and everywhere except toward the man on the other side of the room. "Ano. Yunho-ah..."

A catch in his throat, as he pondered which words to say. Now that the time was upon him, all his carefully planned speeches seemed so corny, so childish, so completely not the way he wanted to confess.

A deep blush lit his face as he heard muffled sounds of cloth against cloth, the sounds of his roommate getting ready for bed. If he didn't act quickly, he would lose this hard-won chance. Didn't they always say that talk is cheap? Maybe he should just do what his brain had been telling him to since the first day they had spoken.

[[A battle of wills and tongues as the shorter of the two shoved his leader up against the nearest wall, all wet heat and wandering hands, breath and duty forgotten in the heat of-]]

Shaking his head to clear the oh so very naughty thoughts before they caused an embarrassing physical reaction, which he most definitely did not want ruining his beautiful confession, the boy turned to face his (soon to be) lover. He could do this, yes he could. Now or never. Junsu hwaiting!

Wait, what is that? In Yunnie's hand? How.... A cold chill passed down his spine as deep brown, terrified eyes locked with dark, ever-placid ones. As the stuffed deer smirked up at him from its traditional place in Yunho's arms, Junsu felt his heart plummet to the floor.

"You have something you want to say to me?" Jung Yunho looked at his companion, hopeful that today Junsu would finally just confess the feelings that were increasingly obvious to anyone who would take the time to notice.

But, alas, it was not to be. The indecisive singer bolted from the room, leaving behind a confused Yunho, and that abominable stuffed deer, which Junsu swore was silently laughing at him. Rounding into the kitchen, the tortured boy slammed his head repeatedly into the tarmac of the kitchen table, all the while cursing the one who had given his precious leader the toy, the creature, that was now the source of his psychological instability.

Back in the room they shared, the other boy shrugged, snuggling into his blankets as he clutched his favorite plushie to his heart, a contented smile lighting on his lips. And from the embracing circle of his arms, Bambi smiled, eyes gleaming maliciously as he trained his gaze at the door Xiah Junsu had used to escape.

~*~

This is part of the virdant's crack!verse:

Part 1: Mental State by virdant <3
Part 2: A Stitch in Time Saves Nine by virdant <3
Part 3: Secrets

I recommend reading the first parts before this one, but it's not necessary to understand the story.

[humor] Youtube

2008-06-24T08:45:43Z

Name: Youtube
Author: hikaru_maxwell
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Yamashita Tomohisa
Rating: PG-13, humor!fic
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did, I wouldn't write fanfic, I'd take pictures....
Note: Plunnied and beta-read by s7nluv. This is my first fic in JE fandom, so if you want to concrit, please bring it fast and hard, 'cause I like it rough.

Soft strains of an electric guitar sounded in the still air, barely audible above the clicking of keys and the sighs, as the myriad artists of Johnny's Entertainment spent their break time surfing the internet, or writing emails to friends across the world. One such boy was staring intently at the monitor before him, concentration written on his face.

"Why are you watching yourself on Youtube? Do you...get off on it?" The voice came from above and behind him, as a head covered in thick, dark hair situated itself over his shoulder.

Jumping slightly, the older singer leapt forward, covering the screen with his body in an attempt to block the other's view. "Who says I'm watching myself on Youtube?"

A sideways glance at the other occupants of the room reassured him that his particular habit had gone unnoticed, and only the speaker had seen. Maybe he could get away with playing dumb. Then again, was his luck ever that good?

The voice chuckled in his ear, the breath tickling the short hairs situated there, "Your speakers are still on."

"Oh, shit." In his rush to turn off the external speakers on his PC, the boy knocked the laptop over, causing the music to blare louder, and the heads of his fellow Johnny's members to turn and look at the two with expressions ranging between annoyance and amusement. Laughing nervously, the embarrassed singer righted the computer, and closed the lid. "It must be your imagination."

A thinly-arched eyebrow was his companion's answer as the younger boy reached around him, pressing chest to back as thin fingers slid down his arms, over suddenly trembling hands and onto the cold metal surface of the object.

The boy froze, tension practically dripping from his pores as full lips pressed themselves to the shell of his ear, distracting him. At that crucial moment, the black laptop was pulled from his grasp and flipped open to reveal a video of himself performing a solo from a few years back, bright lights, screaming fans and all.

"All in my head was it?" The strong arms locked themselves around the other boy's body, and the younger boy nuzzled the hair just behind his ear before whispering, "You know, you really need to get laid, if you're starting to become attracted to yourself."

And as quickly as he had come, the other boy was gone, out the door and down the corridor, leaving a stunned performer and the remnants of his laughter behind.

~*~

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[humor] Secrets

2008-06-24T08:40:12Z

Name: Secrets
Author: hikaru_maxwell
Pairing: Bamho, Jaemin (minor hints)
Warning: crack!fic, humor
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me....if they did, would I be here writing this?
Summary: Some things are better left unspoken....even when you think you are alone

"I can't take it anymore. The stress is killing me." A catch in his voice, like a small child who wants nothing more than to whine to mother. "I mean, I'm the leader, right?"

Eyes danced, lips bitten in an attempt to muffle the laughter attempting to escape, not wishing to interrupt the tawny-haired boy's heartfelt confession.

"I mean, I know I should set an example, but what am I supposed to do? I really....I just don't know." The plaintive wail in his voice grew louder, as he contemplated his current predicament. "I mean, I don't want to make them feel like I don't care, but I can't do it."

"What would people say, if they knew?" The psychiatrist stared blandly back at him, silent and watchful.

"It's just not fair. I mean, they all think I'm so, so cool and collected...and STRAIGHT. How can I let anyone find out that I'm really...." He trailed off, trying to not to sniffle too loudly as he buried his face in the soft fur of his counselor.

"Its not too late, right? I can still tell them that I'm out of my element, that I'm not comfortable stepping into such a different genre so soon. Maybe....yes, that's a perfect idea. I'll just tell them I'm not familiar enough with Dong Bang Shin Ki to do it!"

A thump, and shushing noises as the unlucky boy climbed to his feet, casting an apprehensive glance toward the closed door. "Not familiar enough to do what?" Jaejoong eyed the door to Yunho's room with curiosity, as four gathered around the small speaker in the youngest one's hand with bated breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Inside the closed chamber, the oblivious leadersshi continued, unaware of how close he was to revealing his darkest secret to the very people he least wanted to find out. The understanding eyes of his confidant urged him onward, and he took a deep breath before finally spilling the secret that had been bothering him most.

A sudden howl of laughter from the kitchen brought his head around, stopping the leader mid-confession, a petulant look on his face. If they were going to be playing games, they could do it a bit quieter. After all, this was supposed to be his alone time. Turning back to the stuffed deer, he cuddled it swiftly, glad to finally have all of that off his chest.

"Bambi, what's wrong. You're not as soft as you were yesterday..." A curious exploration of his favorite toy revealed an unpleasantly familiar object. An object that Junsu had given their 'baby' on his most recent birthday, and which had caused a shiver of apprehension in the other members of their small group, a dread sensation that had proved true for the tall boy. "SHIM CHANGMIN!"

Junsu and Yoochun watched, mirth streaking their faces with tears and sending tremors of laughter through their bodies, as Yunho slammed his way out of the bedroom he shared with Xiah, ire written on his face. Jaejoong made a brave effort to block the enraged leader's way as he stalked forward, knowing that if the violence written on Yunho's face was done, it was he himself that would be patching the younger boy back up in the end.

Changmin hid behind his lover, quickly shoving bandaged hands into the shorter boy's pockets, along with the offending device, and tried to look innocent. As the two backed up slowly, retreating from the disturbing light glowing in their normally calm leader's eyes, Max opened his mouth to speak, shoving his foot so far in it that it was a wonder his breath didn't smell of rubber soles.

"Aw, come on, Yunnie. You should just do it. We don't mind, do we Chunnie?" The boy giggled as he backed away, keeping Jaejoong in front of him like a shield, as Yoochun waved his assent from the table, the laughter shaking his form making it nearly impossible to move, much less speak coherently. "I'm sure Rain and Junki will be flattered that you like them so much. I mean, we love to read those fanfics our fans write about US."

With one last burst of laughter, Changmin broke for the door, dragging his poor hyung out with him. He wasn't stupid enough to stick around and wait for Yunho to catch up and exact vengeance for this little prank. That would wait until AFTER he sent Junki a copy of The Complete Fanworks of Jung Yunho.

Urm, yeah. Don't ask. This was inspired by virdant's wonderful ficlets.

Part 1: Mental State
Part 2: A Stitch in Time Saves Nine.

You don't have to read them first to understand this, but I highly recommend it.

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[sad] If a storm could drown your tears

2008-06-24T08:36:03Z

Name: If a storm could drown your tears....
Author: hikaru_maxwell
Pairing: Jaemin, Yunchun, OT5
Warning: death!fic, experiments in writing without dialogue
Summary: 5-2 = ???

In my hand, like a sea of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile,
feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now,
around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
-Our farewell, Within Temptation

It seemed like forever since the last time he stood in this spot, staring out at the ocean from the jagged shoreline, the ocean an essence uncontrollable, it's futile efforts to overtake the shore an endless dance of give and take, pushing and pulling on the fragile earth, never quite able to win. The darkness in the skies mirrored his heart, threatening to break loose and shower the world with tears, a world already drenched with saline drops fallen from bloodshot eyes.

Three days, and his world had changed forever. Three weeks, and there was nothing left to say. Nothing left to do but weep, mourn, and move on. Three....there were only three of them left now. A lonely number for a man who was so used to being five.

The man shivered with the chill of a windless night at the shore, his gaze lifeless as it took in nothing of his surroundings, an inward eye pointed toward the past that could never be relived, a past that existed now only in memory and song. His ear listened to non-existent voices that he would never again hear calling his name.

It had not happened suddenly, the inevitable outcome of their secret heading toward conclusion at a slow burn, always lying behind their smiles, waiting to spring out into the open. They all knew it, but no-one would admit a word to anyone outside the group, the sacred five. The boys felt that there wasn't another soul beyond their small group who could understand, could truly grasp what it meant to be in love with your closest friends.

Five minus one. Five plus one. An equation to meet nothingness, and they believed it as much as their fans did. For them, the love was passionate and platonic all at once, and they reveled in their choice, their bond. There was an undercurrent to everything they did, a simple touch or glance carrying more meaning than any words could ever convey. And all of it, all of the beautiful synergy that lived like a symphony of their life came crashing closed with the sound of a gunshot, a jarring note in the melody that was once Dong Bang Shin Ki.

The sky wept bitter tears along with the man whose knees dug into the muddy and wet sand, face upturned to the sky as he fought with his memory, desperately grasping for happier moments that slipped away from his consciousness, dancing just out of reach as that one, terrible memory replayed itself for the nth time since the night his world fell away.

The news said it had been an anti-fan, intending to disrupt the concert, but she had missed her target, and hit Jaejoong instead. The shock of that moment would forever be etched in his memory, the sirens, the blood, so much blood. Hero never woke, his soul moving on without them, a result so unexpected that at first, none of those present were able to process what it really meant. And the four who remained were forced to live in a world where he no longer existed.

It was three days, five hours, and twenty-seven minutes after Kim Jaejoong left them that Shim Changmin left on a grocery run he was doomed never to return from. Of all of them, it had been hardest on him. In the days following the incident, he had had many close calls, his ability to focus on the present completely destroyed in the wake of losing the most precious person in the tall musician's life. In the end, it was this that caused him to follow the eldest into the sun, where none of those left behind could reach him.

It was Yunho that stood as a rock before the cameras, announcing to the world their intention to disband, shielding his remaining brothers from the harsh requirement of meeting the media, of having to come out of their shells of grief long enough to deal with reality. It was Yunho who held Chun as he wept in the depths of night, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time, his mind haunted by nightmares. And it was Yunho who suggested that they take a breather, find their equilibrium and decide for themselves exactly how they wanted to go on from here.

Junsu did not attend the funeral, choosing instead to disappear, not able to face the weeping faces of his friends, of his fans. Instead, he shouted his grief and his goodbyes to a lifeless shoreline, drowned out by the waves, as the wind battered his body in imitation of the hurricane of emotion that threatened to drown his mind and heart.

Yoochun sought comfort in others, and in Yunho he found a rock to anchor onto, a lifeline to keep him sane and alive. Junsu did not begrudge them this, knowing that it was necessary for both of his friends to move on from this place they were stuck at, a perpetual loop of pain and numbness that he himself had no way to break free from. So he drifted on his own, letting the waters of the Pacific Ocean lap at his feet, and remembered.

Gah, sadfic......*flails* Why is it always sadfic? What happened to my crackmuse? I know, I killed off my favorite boys. Please don't kill me? *cowers and ducks the flying objects thrown from the peanut gallery*

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[sad] Always be here...

2008-06-24T08:32:00Z

Title: Always be here...
Author: hikaru_maxwell
Series: TVXQ
Pairings: Jaemin, yoosu implied.
Rating: PG13ish
Disclaimer: I don't own them, cause if I did, I'd be locked in a closet with jae and min right now.

One, two, three. Three steps up to the top of the landing, two moments for the jingle of keys, one click as the lock unbolted. A heated breath as the door swung open, let out on a sigh, as silence was the only answer that met the young man's entrance. Relief etched the features of the dark haired vocalist as he stepped quickly and quietly into the entryway of the flat he shared with his four band mates, the space lit only by the mid-morning light streaming through unshaded windows.

No one was around to ask questions. Questions about why he had left them so suddenly. Why he had claimed need for a break so close to the summer tour. So many whys, that he wouldn't be able to adequately answer without facing some painful truths about himself....and about the band. He almost wished that at least he had stayed home, smile lighting up the room as he gasped out a welcome. Maybe there was still a chance that the youngest would be home. He was always the least likely to leave when the others go out, and always the one that Jaejoong most wanted to see smiling when he walked through that door.

Quick, sure steps brought him forward into the living room, where the large screen television beckoned him with its smiling idols, offering up the chance of a lifetime in exchange for his soul, and pocketbook. A small niggling concern touched the back of his mind, as his eyes fell upon the remote control, carelessly lying on the mahogany end table, tossed aside with the muting of the set. The phone blinked the time at him from the depths of the couch, not connected, but also not where it was supposed to be. The last call on the id screen was three hours ago.

An almost nonexistent altering of expression graced the band umma's face as he replaced the phone on its cradle, inches away from the forlorn remote. The television was silenced with the flick of a button, and attention focused upon the hallway leading off to the room the boys were sharing. Something was wrong. Yunho would never leave the house with everything on, especially if he wasn't going to be coming back soon. A quick glance into the kitchen reassured him that the stove-top and oven were turned off, and the apartment wasn't likely to burn down around him anytime soon.

A silent moment as he moved to the hallway leading toward the room he shared with Changmin and Yunho. Bated breath as he opened the door, a sigh as he realized that nothing was glaringly out of place. A movement across the hall carried him to the room of Yoochun and Junsu, and he hesitated in front of the door. Deep breaths, one two, in out. There was really nothing to be afraid of, right. Nothing was wrong. There was always an explanation. Even for the most impossible things. His hand reached out, testing the door handle and his own courage. He turned it, and slid the barrier open, stepping inside, eyes closed. He wasn't sure he wanted to find an explanation of fate within these walls.

Destined for disappointment, beautiful brown orbs met only silent empty space as he viewed the room where he had hoped an answer lay. This was not his day. Alone in an empty house, no explanation of where they had gone in such urgency. Left only to wonder. It rankled upon him, this thought that he had nothing to do but wait. No way of contacting the others, their cell phones having been discovered in the cursory inspection of living spaces, which held nothing living within them any longer.

The silence of the house hit him then, suffocating in it's splendor. No longer was this a relief to the senses, the man known as Hero was drowning in the empty spaces left by his friends, his family. The sensation of abandonment so strong, he literally ran back to the main room, desperate to hear a voice, any voice, aside from his own. Fingers shaking, the boy reached outward, feeling the cool plastic of the television control in his palm, pressing the button that would bring noise into his life again.

Too much noise, as the sound of sirens wailing filled the cold white room, bouncing off the walls and the pale furniture, a remnant of the questionable decorating sense their manager sometimes portrayed. Eyes glued themselves to the flashing screen, watching in morbid fascination as the newscaster detailed the scene of an accident. A train had derailed just outside Seoul. Hundreds dead, more injured. They were removing bodies from the wreckage. Only half listening to the broadcast, the boy tensed. Why was Changmin there? Why was he crying? Had something happened to Mrs Shim?

The others....their faces played across the screen, all set in a greif so thick it threatened to engulf everything. And Jaejoong felt the pain in his hand, the edges of the remote biting into his skin, not even a small distraction as he saw his own face, eyes closed as if in sleep, as he was carried past the camera. There was no way. He never....he didn't remember getting off the train. And that's when it struck him. The train had crashed, there were bodies everywhere, and screaming. He had lost consciousness. And the next the he remembered, he was standing outside this place, happy to be home, worried that they would yell at him for being late.

But they weren't here. They were THERE, and he didn't know how to get back to that place. But he had to try. He had to know. Was he really dead? Another newscaster took over for the first, as she started sobbing so hard that the pretty girl couldn't speak any longer. This time, it was a stern looking man who swallowed thickly before stating that Youngwoong Jaejoong had been taken to a nearby hospital, where he was comatose, but stable. Unfortunately, there were no signs that the lead vocalist for DBSK would be waking up.

Silence reigned once again as Jae stared at the darkened screen, once again coming full circle against the path he had walked since reaching this place. Limbo? Purgatory? Was this where he decided whether or not to die? It didn't matter anyway. He wasn't going to stay here forever. Determination set itself in features cast even paler by the light within the room. Tossing the remote aside, Jaejoong sprinted out the door, not even bothering to grab a jacket to protect himself against the cold of mid afternoon that he could still feel against his skin.

Jae never stopped to think it was odd that the cabdriver saw him, that he was able to speak, and pay with cash. That the driver knew exactly where he was going, or that the man's face was too obscured in shadow to see clearly. All he cared was that it was there, the place where his body lay sleeping without a soul. The place where his fate would be decided.

White, white walls, tunnels that seemed as if they would never end, as spectral figures in blinding smocks bustled to and fro about their lives, smelling of disinfectant and other people's blood. The nurse on call was able to point him in the right direction, her expression one of disbelief as she watched the victim himself sprint through the hospital corridor, dodging people and objects with uncanny grace. After he disappeared around a corner, the poor girl signed herself off duty and sat down, determining to get an appointment with a psychiatrist at the first available opportunity.

As he dashed down one hall after another, everyone seemed to flow out of his way, leaping backward to avoid being barreled down on. Several near collisions and an overturned stretcher later, the effeminate vocalist slid to a stop before room 332, grabbing onto a nearby chair for support as he felt his center of balance shift with the act of halting his momentum. Two deep breaths, and he leaned his forehead against the door, listening to the soft sighs and sobbing coming from the other side.

Opening this door was much much more frightening than the entrance to Junsu and Yoochun's room had ever been. Sweat trickled down his neck as he stared at the silver handle, cold light beckoning him to touch the metal facade, to test the reality of it all. But until then, everything had been real, felt as it should. the only thing that seemed out of place was the looks being given to him by people passing by, as if they'd seen a ghost. But then again, wasn't that what he was? An out of body experience gone horribly wrong.

Bravery would never be more forthcoming than it was right then, his strength of will fading with each passing moment. Tentatively, every second an eternity fading into even more eternity, the long, slender fingers extended, wrapping carefully around the gleaming vestige and pushed, ever so gently, moments ticking by in time like centuries, each one longer than the last, as he braced himself for what he would face.

But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that met his bemused gaze. Yunho, splayed over a couch, his face looking more drawn and tired than he'd ever seen it. Junsu sleeping on the floor like a child, fetal position and all, head resting on the lap of an exhausted looking Yoochun, who's eyes were swollen red from strain. All three sleeping soundly, the only sounds permeating the room were soft sobs coming from the form whose face was buried in the mattress of the too white bed, fingers twined, holding so very tightly, with a pale hand. Eyes following those slender, off-white digits up a slender arm, too thin by far, not just brought to that from injury, but borne of overwork and strenuous living. A breath, a moment, and eyes travel ever upwards, to a slender neck and soft, sleeping features. There were no eyes to meet his own, closed against the world in a shell that used to be a man, a large bruise marring the temple over the left eye, and a slender cut along one cheek. Not enough to scar, but enough to worry. And the breath stuck in Jaejoong's throat, because he knew, without a doubt, that he was looking at himself.

The steady beep beep of the heart monitor was a counterpoint to the hiccuping gasps of breath coming from the figure sitting next to the bed, each gasping sob a catch in Hero's chest. This was his time to choose. But all he really knew, is that he never wanted to be the one to make Changmin cry. And this...this was his fault. Those sobs were for him. For the fact that he was lying there, and nothing he could do would ever make this right. It was him. All the love held in that small form was spilling out in great wet drops of saline onto two entwined hands, one too pale, too thin, the other slightly browned from the sun, gripping with an almost desperate strength.

Staring at himself, wishing he could make his sleeping doppleganger just move, Jaejoong stood silently behind his lover, waiting just like the rest of them, for that moment when the world would change, fall on its ear once again. But was this the only reality left for them? There was no way, nothing in him would allow it to end like this. So with a surety not shown before, not when facing the empty rooms, or the unfamiliar hospital room door, not in any of the interaction he had held with any of them in all the years they'd known him, Kim Jaejoong reached out. There was no hesitation, not this time. There was no reason to stop. The driving force of his being, the only thing left that had not been burned away by the sight of what he was doing to his friends, was this. He had to make Min stop crying.

Slender digits wrapped around joined hands, and Changmin looked up to see Jaejoong smiling at him from the hospital bed. Twined fingers disengaged from his own and reached out, smoothing back damp strands of hair from the youngest one's face, as the hand that had so startled him slid over to hold his, palm to palm. "I'm not going anywhere. So don't cry."

As gentle lips ghosted over his forehead, Changmin smiled through the teardrops, reassured at last. Everything was going to be fine. Because no one could deny Minnie anything, especially not Jae. And Jae would move both heaven and earth to make his beloved smile.

[humor] The Mission

2008-06-24T08:26:27Z

Title: The Mission
Author: hikaru_maxwell
Pairings: Jaemin (DBSK), implied kyumin (ss501)
Rating: PG15?
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys, cause if I did, Jaemin would be MINE! <3~
Summary: Jaejoong wants to know why the maids have such a problem with Changmin's room.

Jaejoong almost felt sneaky, going into Changmin's room while he was out, but there was no choice. After the last maid had refused to work for them any longer, the boys had been left to fend for themselves. And the lead vocalist for Dong Bang Shin Ki wanted to know why. Extensive questioning of the blushing women had only revealed that the problem was in the room of the youngest member, but not what they had found there that made it impossible to work in the band's household.

Jae had the perfect excuse, should he be discovered. He was just...cleaning. He was the bands umma, right? And he personally thought he looked incredibly cute in the salmon pink apron and matching hair band. The only part of the house that wasn't already clean was Min's room, because Jae wanted to make sure that he had some uninterrupted time to search.

So he waited, and held his breath as the typing of keys on the other boy's laptop stilled, the clack clack of the keys barely audible through the youngest member's bedroom door at the best of times, though their stillness did not pass the notice of the one who stood outside. The sound of rustling clothes implied that the boy on the other end of the door was standing up, preparing to leave, perhaps? Hero bit his lip, leaning back against the wall, one ear to the door, as he listened for the telltale sound of footsteps coming toward his position.

A sigh issued from the other side, and a soft sound, like the pull of a zipper. Jaejoong blinked at the further sounds, a quizzical look crossing his face. Was he really going to eavesdrop on his dongsaeng changing clothes? A soft pink blush crossed the dark haired boy's face, and he turned to rest his forehead against the wall, still listening to the faded sounds coming from within the room despite his best effort to the contrary. Small grunts and sighs made him wince slightly, imaging the scene. please tell me he's not trying to fit into last season's pants? Those took three people each to get us into!

"Jaejoong-ah!" The listening boy startled, his eyes widened. A low grunt, almost painful sounding, issued from the room before the concerned vocalist could open the door, and a sigh issued forth from his lips at the sound of feet moving across the room. It almost sounded as if Min had hurt himself. Or as if he was...

The tips of Jae's ears turned bright red as his mind shied away from that thought, only to return to it, bringing a bright flush to his face, and a drying of the mouth. An absentminded lick of full lips did little to help the situation as he listened to his friend washing up in the small bathroom shared between his and Junsu's room. A desperate struggle was fought and won in Jaejoong's mind as he brought it triumphantly from the gutter, holding it aloft as if he had won the world's greatest trophy. After all, his innocent Changmin was entirely too pure for such dirty thoughts. There was no way he could be doing such things to himself all alone in his room. Nope, not at all. And surely the maids were just horrified by the youngest one's collection of dirty socks. Yes, that had to be it, and if Jaejoong, in his infinite wisdom, say...washed those socks, or cleaned the dirty room that the maids refused to touch, then there wouldn't be a problem, right? Right.

Denial isn't just a river in Sudan, after all. In reality, he had won a peace of mind destined to be short-lived. The oft proclaimed "band mother" closed his eyes from the effort of convincing himself he was right, and nearly missed the sound of the lock on the bedroom door being turned. A quick move flattened him against the wall, as Max exited, not bothering to lock his door behind him, as he no longer had to worry about people invading his room. Or did he? Watching the tightly clad bottom of the young singer walk away, Jaejoong smiled, eyes crinkly up in mischievous glee.

Cue the theme music. Humming the mission impossible theme under his breath, Hero grasped the handle of the door he had spent the last hour leaning against and slipped inside. His first thought was one of surprise. The room was much cleaner than the boy would have expected, from the tearful resignations that he'd had to accept in the last month. it was practically spotless. a quick check of the bathroom revealed what he had already been coming to realize as the truth: there was nothing to clean. nothing at all! So why would the maids refuse to clean this room? A lack of work would be good for them, right? So...there had to be a reason, and come hell or high water, Jae was going to find it.
Still humming under his breath, the intrepid explorer began his search in the bathroom, looking under the sink, in the tub. He even checked in the back of the toilet. Nothing. Not even a bottle of children's vitamins. Max even kept Xiah's part of the bathroom spotless. It almost seemed as if this kid really was perfect. Shaking his head, he stepped back into the main room, carefully closing the bathroom door in case Junsu decided to come home, and realized that he was in there.
The hum turned into a whistle as he ran his hand over the wooden dresser, smiling at the schoolbooks aligned neatly across the top. Even after several minutes of searching, Hero came up with nothing. Not a single piece of incriminating evidence. No dirty socks under the bed. Not a single piece of laundry lying on the floor, or contraband animal hidden in the room. Casting a glance across the nearly perfect room, Jaejoong's eyes fell on the laptop, sitting innocently on the bed, still open, its screen saver bouncing merrily across the screen, a picture from one of their most recent photo shoots. This particular picture had him squished between Changmin and Junsu, with Yunho and Yoochun on either side, Max's arm reaching around him to poke Xiah in the side. The smile on his lips grew bigger for a moment as he remembered Junsu chasing Min around the photo shoot afterward, the latter laughing so hard he nearly barreled into Yunho full speed on a particularly desperate turn.

Pushing fond memories aside, the muscular boy slid onto the bed in front of the harmless looking computer, a sense of dread rising in his heart. what if he found what he was looking for? What if....he was...a Satan worshiper? Psh. Even that was too absurd. Innocent little Minnie? Naw. There wouldn't be anything there. No way.

So he pushed a button, and got the shock of his life. Was that really....him? Naked. and....oh. my. god. Jaejoong blinked. Then he blushed, a slow burn rising from tips of his toes all the way to his hairline. Not even in his dirtiest imaginings would he have thought that his little baby spent his spare time reading, and watching, gay porn. Gay porn starring someone who looked remarkably similar to Jaejoong himself.

Morbid curiosity led the now beet red singer to click the other window listed at the bottom of the screen, the one that said, "Photo gallery: Adults only". After looking at the thumbnails on the screen for only a moment, he slammed the laptop shut, panting with the effort not to scream. After only a moment, he raised the lid of the computer again. On the screen, a list of pictures revealed photo edits and fan-made drawings of the members of TVXQ in various states of dishabille. The most prominent number seeming to be of himself...and...Changmin. having...dear god. He couldn't even think it.

A hand reached up to cover his mouth as he moved to close the computer one last time, mind already working overtime to understand what this meant. and he definitely wasn't going to let any more maids work for them. if this got out to the public...it could be bad. Really really bad. But oh so good in so many ways, his mind pointed out as it flashed a fantasy across his mind. Shut up! he told his brain, I need to think.

His mind took that moment to point out that in order for him to think, his brain would need to be working...and therefore was not able to shut up. And at that point, he decided that he really didn't want to be in here looking at Minnie's porn. Getting found looking at gay porn was bad enough, but doing it in Changmin's room, on Changmin's computer....he'd never live it down. Especially being caught looking at naughty things in the baby's room while wearing a pink apron and with a rather noticeable tenting in his pants. Yeah.

"I really need a shower."

*****

Changmin smiled to himself as he came home that evening, a new dictionary held in one hand. Japanese had caught Jae's interest after they had been scheduled to appear in Tokyo last, and he'd wanted to buy him a present. So he had toddled his self off to the bookstore to make his purchase, after shoving himself into the tightest pair of pants he owned, and donning a pair of dark sunglasses to hide who he was. It was a miracle that he hadn't been caught, or spotted by a fan. Although, the fact that Kyujong and Jungmin had made an impromptu appearance at a coffee shop nearby, the sneaky boys, and had gotten themselves chased around by rabid fans surely had nothing to do with the sheer luck that had saved Changmin from suffering just such a fate himself. It served them right for going on a date right in public like that. And although he was positive they didn't want anyone to know, it was just so obvious that anyone could see it. He hoped that he wasn't like that with Jaejoong, cause then he'd have fans chasing him around coffee shops, too.

But his trip had come to a fruitful close, and now he was coming into the house, his smile just as bright as the sun at the sight of Jaejoong and Junsu sitting in front of the television playing Super Smash Bros on the Slavestation 2. It was no surprise that Junsu had chosen Link as his character, but he almost laughed as he realized that the green wonder was being pwned by a small pink blob bouncing across the screen. JaeJae looked so cute today, too, with his hair pulled back in that awesome pink hair band. The dangly earrings ever gracing those shell like ears just begged to be licked right where they met the lobe of umma's ear, yes they did. But of course, Changmin couldn't do that. Junsu would be shocked! And Jae would probably hit him, and never smile that pretty smile at him again.

So Changmin plastered the "I'm so innocent no one would suspect me of having naughty fantasies about my hyung" tm!smile across his face and called a hello to the two boys in the living room. Hero looked up at him as expected, but the smile he was waiting for didn't come. Instead the beaming singer was met with a blush, as his hyung looked quickly away. That was definitely not normal. His mind wanted to contemplate that more, but was distracted by Junsu's happy dance as Kirby was nailed to the ground by Link.

"Hah! I own!" Junsu was shaking a controller at his Jaejae, and laughing.

"You cheated." The deadpan expression was back on the quiet beauty's face, as he contemplated his dongsaeng, the sore winner.

"Did not! How?!" Junsu looked so funny, all defensive. Max laughed as he rounded the corner, heading to his room. He shook his head at the sound of Jaejoong's reply, and closed the door.

"I was distracted. So it doesn't count. Play again."

"Awww!" Junsu flopped down next to the other boy and pouted. "You've been winning all day, you should let me win this time."

"Sure. I don't think so."

As soon as he stepped into his room, Min had a feeling that something was out of place. Hadn't he left his laptop open when he left? He'd remembered worrying about it on his way home from the store. Oh, well. Walking over to the bed, he sat down, and opened his computer.

"Who touched my computer!?" The angry shout was heard from the back of the house and Jaejoong started, allowing yet another win to his companion. An apprehensive glance was thrown toward the hallway leading to their rooms before he swallowed thickly and placed his controller on the ground.

"I should go talk to Min." Jaejoong met Xiah's curious gaze and smiled reassuringly. "I'll kick your ass at Mario Kart when I get back, alright?"

"Sure!" As the happy boy began changing the games in the PS2 to get some practice in while his opponent was distracted, Hero turned and walked toward the room where his judgment lay. It was go time, and he wasn't looking forward to having to confess what he'd seen. Maybe he should run away. Turn and go back to playing his video games as if nothing had happened. Yeah, that was a good idea. But his hand was already on the door. And he was already stepping into the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

A heavy silence fell as Max looked up at Jaejoong's blushing face, eyes staring into one another as if they could read souls, and the secrets kept there. "Jaejoong-ah? did you...touch my computer?"

The lead vocalist offered a weak smile and nodded. "I did."

Changmin titled his head sideways and looked up at his hyung questioningly. "And you're not upset?"

A normal question, but it seemed to take the pretty singer by surprise. "Upset?! Maybe a little...at first. But no, I'm not upset."

Max smiled at that, a very very naughty smile. One that no one had had the privilege of seeing on his face, because he was saving it for Jae. Saving it for right now. Because if the object of his lust wasn't upset, and that pretty pretty flush on his face wasn't anger....then maybe Jaejoong-ah liked him, too. And maybe he just needed a little push in the right direction. With that in mind, he slid off the bed, stalking forward with the sort of grace normally reserved for on stage, showing off for fans. Definitely not a normal Changmin smile, and definitely not a normal Changmin walk.

Jaejoong sunk back against the wall as Min stalked toward him, an expression adorning his face that put the boy in mind of a cat that just realized the mouse was in his grasp. A very yummy mouse. We all know how much Changmin loves his food. Jaejoong was as far back against the wall next to the door as possible, and still his dongsaeng came closer. Body to body, they stood against the wall, one moment passing into the next as Min smirked into Jae's eyes, his arms braced above the smaller boy's head.

"What?" Jae couldn't find his tongue at first, and instead chose to lick his lips, not missing the way Min's eyes immediately focused on his mouth. "So...now...."

"Now." And with that, Hero Jaejoong was sucked into one of the most mind blowing kisses of his life, and he didn't mind at all. Changmin's lips played at his own as his tongue teased for entry, gaining full access almost immediately, and his arms came around his more delicate hyung's body, pulling him tighter into the embrace. Jaejoong lifted his hands, running them through the other boy's hair, and fell into the kiss.

Junsu sighed as he waited for Jae to come back and finish their game. After the first ten minutes, he had gone to check on his friends, but Changmin's door was locked, and there were....strange sounds coming from behind it. He didn't want to go there, so he returned to the living room and flopped down on the couch. Picking up the remote, he switched over to cable and rolled his eyes. An American movie. Dropping the remote, Xiah sat back as the theme to "Mission impossible" washed over him, and settled in for a long night.

So this was my first DBSK fandom fic. I'm not really sure if I wrote them correctly, (although the reviews on _starcandy pretty much said I did) or if this is even cracktastic enough to please s7nluv, but I tried. The Kyumin is all for her.

PS. I <3 that Changmin's logic fails in this. It was deliberate, I tell you. Deliberate!

Yes, I do believe I am

2008-06-20T11:18:39Z

So I got myself a JournalFen.....mostly because some of my fandoms migrated last year when LJ had their massive blunder in customer service.....but I'm lazy and took this long to switch over. Go me.

Don't expect much out of this journal, or me. I can barely remember to update my LJ, so this may end up being the only post I make.

Meh.

Edit: This is now an officially designated fic journal. I will be posting fics and ONLY fics to this journal. It will remain open and not friends locked for the time being. If you read any fics listed here, please comment, as that will help me improve my writing in the future.

And concrit? Bring it fast and hard, cause I like it rough.