[PG-13] [Jaejoong/Yoochun - Junsu/Changmin] All about the notebook. Or not. [One-Shot No More]
Description
So.... a few scribbles on a notebook sorta triggers a whole series of events. Not that the characters here really mind. I do not own Jaejoong, Yoochun, Junsu or Changmin.. But it's a whole lot of fun writing them in into this... ermm.. multi-shot fluffy project. Hope you guys enjoy. :) [edited 04/10/2011]
Foreword
A/N: 1st JaeChun fic.... feeling the need for some fluff... and this is the end result :P Comments would be much appreciated. Pls enjoy and thank you for reading (in advance)! ^^
Happy Holidays!!
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"HE is driving me crazyyyyy. But crazy, in a good way. ^^"
Jaejoong scribbles notes on his black leather journal...... He writes to calm his nerves... and sometimes jots ideas for new songs that he doesn't want to forget.
He taps his silver pink pen on the coffee table.
These days it was all about..... well, hormones.
Not that s are aware of what's going on in his head. At least not recently.
Jaejoong snickered. Right. Members. Head. Aish~~
He could simply do all this on his laptop... But Junsu gave him this journal. He had to use it in some way. In fact, he has grown quite an attachment to it.
He draws a cat with big eyes on the bottom left corner of the page. Okay, this marks the end of today's creative streak. He laughs at himself and closes the notebook.
The door of the apartment opens, then closes with a click... He stands up from the couch and goes to see who came in.
"Jae.." Yoochun clumsily kicks off his shoes, drops his quite bulky (and atrocious, Jae notes) bag on the floor and wobbles into his arms. "I'm huuungry."
Jaejoong catches him... He makes a (disgusted) face and quickly untangles himself from his unexpected visitor. "You reek of alcohol... and cheap women's perfume."
He fans away the imaginary thick air of club smog that's supposedly surrounding Yoochun and leads him to the living area.
"I'm soooo tired. Cook for me?" Yoochun plops on his couch and lies down.
Jae rolls his eyes and heads for the kitchen. He then hears a soft snore... He grins and opens the fridge to take out some left-over kimchi and rice. This should wake him up in a bit. He chuckles to himself as he prepares the ingredients on the tabletop counter.
A few minutes into cooking he hears movement from the living room.. and the familiar sliding and closing of the bathroom door. After a few seconds, he hears the water running.
Ah.. the man finally decides to shower. Thank you gawd.
A pause.
He'd better not use my new shampoo...
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Tada! Fried rice is done! Jaejoong starts setting up the dining table; and once happy with the look, he heads back to the kitchen and chops some spring onion (for garnish!). He then pauses, and remembers that he left his notebook on the coffee table... Oh dammit~~ He drops the knife on the board and makes a run for the living room.
Jaejoong stares at the glass coffee table. No notebook.
Oh SH*T. He drops to his knees and looks under the couch. Not there either.
Jaejoong fans himself... Ok, be calm. Think straight. I'm sure he didn't go thru the pages. Yoochun was~~
"Kimchi fried rice?"
He gulps and looks up. Yoochun grins at him as he dries his hair with a towel. "I borrowed your bathrobe, babe. Oh, your new shampoo is nice. I like the scent."
Without even waiting for Jaejoong to reply, Yoochun disappears into the dining room. In his bathrobe.
Jae pouts and stands up.
Wait, did he just call me 'babe'?
He shakes his head.
This is ridiculous. AND no mention of the notebook.
He does a mental facepalm and follows Yoochun. As he enters the dining area and suddenly the lights go out.
"I paid my electicity bill!!" A totally off-tangent whine slash threat escapes his lips.. What is Yoochun up to right now? >_<
Just as he was about to turn around and find the light switch, arms circle his waist and he feels Yoochun's warm breath on his neck.
"But being in the dark is.... exciting."
Heart beating like crazy, he squeezes his eyes shut (not that closing ones' eyes in the dark makes a difference), stays still and mutters, "Whatever."
Jaejoong holds his breath as Yoochun's hold loosens.... He feels hands moving to his chest and slightly tugging at his shirt.
"So, I drive you crazy?"
Dammit, even when he can't see Yoochun, he can feel that he is grinning. Jaejoong opens his eyes. Vision slowly adjusting to the dark, he reaches back and weaves a hand on Yoochun's still damp hair.
"Yes. Happy now?" He meant it to come out sarcastically, but......
"Not just yet."
Yoochun spins him around to face him. He doesn't say anything... and starts tracing Jaejoong's jaw with a finger.
Whoooa~~ Close. Proximity. So close. Very distracting. Make him stop. Ask him about the notebook.
Jaejoong bites at the bottom of his lip as his eyes focus on Yoochun's lips.
Okay, maybe later. It won't hurt to play along with this.... Whatever this is...
"Move closer.."
He takes a tiny step forward..
Yoochun tiptoes and plants a kiss on his forehead.
On his nose.
"Gawd... Chun~"
And on his lips.
...........
"Now I am."
Oh, to hell with the notebook. And everything.
Jaejoong kisses him back. Hard.
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Junsu hums to himself as he enters the apartment. He takes off his shoes and runs straight to the kitchen.... Need a drink soooo bad~~
He squeals.
"Hyung?!!"
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>>>> continued..... >>>>
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