[DBSK Fic] Show Me Overcompensation
Show Me Overcompensation: Jaejoong/Changmin, Yoochun/Junsu (3517 Words)
Changmin wears guy-liner. Jaejoong begins his slow descent into insanity. And bitchiness.
1.
They were hiding at the back of an old alley pressed up against each other, and Jaejoong was mentally adding this to his list of memories to suppress, except it was sort of hard to suppress it when Junsu’s voluptuous ass was in in his face.
Yoochun squirmed next to Jaejoong, trying to adjust his head so he could see past the dumpster which blocked their view. “Hyung, I think they’re gone now.”
“Oh thank god.” Jaejoong let out a sigh of relief and made to push Junsu off him, the younger however persisted in staying put.
“No! That’s what they want you to think! When really they’re waiting, they’re waiting to attack you and grope you and-”
Yoochun walked casually out of the alley, ignoring Junsu’s screams of ‘No Yoochun! Don’t do it!’ Three minutes passed and Yoochun still wasn’t sexually assaulted by rabid fangirls.
“Convinced!” snapped Jaejoong. Junsu- who had spent the last of the three minutes shrieking hysterically- nodded, and stepped away from Jaejoong, gifting the older male personal space. He inhaled a breath of fresh air. “Oh thank god! Yoochun go call manager-hyung. And Junsu, just don’t do... anything”
Junsu scowled at him “Hey, this was your idea in the first place!” he protested, pointing his finger at him accusingly.
Junsu wasn’t lying, that statement was true enough. Jaejoong had insisted that all three of them go to Music Bank that Friday and cheer on the ‘new’ DBSK (or the LFDBSK, less fun DBSK, as Junsu had deemed them) to prove to themselves that they weren’t bad sports and that Jaejoong could so be in a twenty metre vicinity of Changmin without crying.
But that was it, Jaejoong had stayed true to his word and did not cry. It was Junsu who decided it’d be completely appropriate to yell out ‘show us your boobs!’ during Yunho’s rap. Naturally twenty or so fan-girl heads turned to glare at them. And even more naturally at least eight of those were Junsu biased (for whatever reason was beyond Jaejoong) and recognised the doltish individual straight away.
A tidal wave of screaming Casseiopian’s followed, and despite the fact one of them was tugging at Yoochun’s pants, Jaejoong couldn’t help but think about how much he missed this. Of course he felt bad for stealing at least a third of Yunho and Changmin’s fans- well actually he didn’t. But that was irrelevant.
When manager-hyung finally arrived in his sleek black Porsche he began scolding the trio for giving SM yet another reason to file a lawsuit against them. But by that time Jaejoong was tired and didn’t really care. He spent the majority of the car ride back home inconspicuously drawing a marker moustache on Junsu’s face.
2.
“Hyung”
Jaejoong shifted from his initial position on the couch and turned to look at Yoochun. “What?” he asked nicely. He liked Yoochun, they were soulmates. Yoochun didn’t give him grief.
“We were wondering if...” Yoochun trailed off, unsure of how to proceed.
“Yes...” Jaejoong urged him on.
All to suddenly, a much to perky Junsu appeared behind Yoochun. And Jaejoong’s mood was dampened almost instantly. In fact, had Jaejoong’s mood been a person, Junsu would have shot it. “What?” he asked, it came out a lot harsher than he had intended.
Junsu rested his elbow on Yoochun’s shoulder in an attempt to look cool and blase. “So like, Changmin and Yunho’s comeback stage on Music Core is today, y’know?”
“No. I don’t know” Jaejoong lied.
Junsu looked at him aghast. “What? How can you not know! It’s everywhere, it’s-” he was stopped by Yoochun’s murmurs of ‘Junsu, Junsu’. Junsu turned towards Yoochun “What?” he asked, before finally getting the drift. His eyes widened in realisation. “Oh! he was lying.”
“Yes” Jaejoong deadpanned.
Junsu ignored him and continued. “So anyway their comeback is today-”
“And hence we were going to watch it live and make fun of their makeup. Are you in?” finished Yoochun
Jaejoong scoffed and turned his attention back to the television in front of him. “I refuse to lower myself to your standards” he stated.
“But Hyung! Imagine if they wore those fur jackets they had on in the MV!” Junsu insisted, looking ridiculously excited.
“Okay, they weren’t jackets. They were body suits-”
“Even better.” drawled Yoochun.
Jaejoong flipped them both off with a finger and asserted that if they wanted to mock their former band mates, they could do it without him. Because Jaejoong was better than them and of much higher moral standing.
And with that, half an hour later, when found himself sitting next to Yoochun and Junsu watching the live performance of ‘Keep Your Head Down’, he made sure to tell himself and his band mates that he was only with them to make sure they didn’t say anything too politically incorrect.
“Damnit! No fur bodysuits!” swore Yoochun, leering at the screen.
“The tragedy” commented Jaejoong.
“Hey is Changmin wearing guyliner!” exclaimed Junsu, animated. Jaejoong cringed, he had hoped he was the only one who’d notice. Of course that was too much to ask for, because feck Changmin was wearing guyliner, and damn did it look-
“Girly! Absolutely girly!” yelled Yoochun at the TV, slapping his thighs. Him and Junsu exploded in raucous laughter.
Jaejoong crossed his arms across his chest and willed the performance to end.
3.
Eventually they had reached the point where Yunho and Changmin had begun- blatantly put- man handling each other. ‘How shameless’ thought Jaejoong, and was about to say so out loud until Junsu spoke first.
“That’s sort of sexy” he said, munching on a packet of cheese rings nonchalantly.
Yoochun nodded in agreement. Jaejoong felt isolated in opinion and decided to go by the phrase ‘If you can’t beat ‘em. Join ‘em’ . Although in Jaejoong’s case the more appropriate phrase would have been ‘If you can’t beat ‘em, completely over do it’.
“Oh yeah man. That is sexy alright” Jaejoong forced himself to say. Junsu and Yoochun ‘aha’d’ in agreement. “In fact, I’m kind of turned on right now”
An awkward silence followed and ‘Did I just say that’ thought Jaejoong, horrified at himself.
“It’s not that hot.” refuted Junsu. “My pelvic thrust in Mirotic was hotter.”
“That was disgusting” retorted Jaejoong.
“No, that was hot. I was turned on” Yoochun agreed.
Jaejoong got up immediately and left the room.
4.
Yoochun sat at the dining table silently reading his tabloid newspaper until Jaejoong came storming into the living room.
“You won’t believe this!” Jaejoong shrieked, completely outraged. He thrust a piece of paper into Yoochun’s face.
“What- what’s this?” Yoochun asked, grabbing the paper and scanning the printed words.
“Jung ‘suck-up’ Yunho completely disregarded us in his ‘Thanks To’. Not only that, he thanked Lee SooMan. Apparantly that guy really appreciated being slave-driven because-”
“Oh yeah, that. I already know.” Yoochun went back to indulging in his tabloids.
“And you’re okay with it?” asked Jaejoong, dumbfounded.
Yoochun shrugged. “Not really. But Junsu already made a controversial tweet about it, so now we’re sort of waiting for the whole thing to blow over.”
Jaejoong sighed, exasperated. He felt completely out of the loop, since no one seemed to tell him anything anymore. The general mentality that seemed to go around the dorm was, ‘unless we’re hungry, let’s not inform Jaejoong of anything important'. “Where’s Junsu?” Jaejoong asked.
“He’s in his room angsting, the flames are beginning to get to him.” replied Yoochun.
Jaejoong felt morally obliged to go and see how the younger was fairing, since he admittedly wasn’t the nicest guy on Earth towards him. Plus he had made sure to be nice to Junsu at least once every two weeks so that he wouldn’t crack and go on a shooting spree.
He knocked tentatively on Junsu’s door. “Junsu?” he called gently. He could hear Junsu sniffing silently from the inside of the room. Jaejoong opened the door softly and almost cringed at the sight in front of him- it was just so unmanly.
“H-hyung?” Junsu stuttered from under his blanket.
Jaejoong sighed and sat down next to him, he hesitated before placing a comforting palm on Junsu’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
Junsu kicked the blanket off himself dramatically. He sat up on his bed, his eyes hysterical. “What’s wrong? Sungmin hates me! Shindong hates me! BoA hates me! Yunho probably hates me! You hate me!”
Jaejoong was taken aback. “What! I don’t hate you!” he exclaimed, looking completely flabbergasted.
Junsu narrowed his eyes at him and sniffed pathetically. “Yes you do, you’re all lovey dovey with Yoochun, but you’re just evil to me.” Junsu let out a forced sob and buried himself once again under the blankets.
Jaejoong decided it’d be senseless to point out if anybody was lovey dovey with Yoochun it’d be him and went straight to the being nice part. “I don’t hate you Junsu... I just dislike your existence sometimes.”
Junsu wiped tears from the corner of his eyes. “Really?” he asked.
“Really, really”
“Oh, Jaejoong!” Junsu cried, locking the older male in a teary embrace.
5.
“Changmins his wife? Is he kidding me?” All three JYJ members stood inconspicuously near the end of the crowd of reporters. They were decked in heavy coats, sunglasses and wrapped in three scarves. And for extra measure, they duct taped Junsu’s mouth. Shouting out profanities during a live performance was one thing, shouting out profanities during their ex-band mate’s press conference was in another ball court all together.
“I know right, Yunho is totally the chick in that relationship.” Yoochun agreed, but for different reasons.
“That’s not what I was getting at...” Jaejoong trailed off and decided whatever he was going to say, it wasn’t worth it.
“Well- they’re both pretty manly. Maybe they both wear the pants” suggested Junsu, who had taken the duct tape off his mouth when no one was looking.
“Okay. It’s about time to clear the popular misconception. Changmin isn’t manly. He’s just snarky and bitchy.”
“Ngaaw, but you love him anyway.” Junsu cooed and pinched Jaejoong’s cheeks patronisingly. That was until Jaejoong beckoned for Yoochun to pass the duct tape.
6.
Jaejoong had always been the more sentimental one, the one who used to perpetually try to get in contact with their former band mates, the one who would think before he tweeted anything, the one who honestly spent most of nowadays brooding. So when Jaejoong waltzed in the room carrying a large roll of paper and looking positively delighted, Yoochun and Junsu believed they had perfect reason to be worried.
“Hello boys!” he chirped.
Yoochun eyed him wearily, Junsu made haste for the fire extinguisher.
“Hey Hyung. What’s that?” he beckoned to the roll of paper in Jaejoong’s hands.
“Oh this?” he unrolled the paper and what was revealed was a large poster of Changmin’s face. “I was thinking we could bond over throwing darts at it. I’m thinking of making it an annual thing.”
“How come it’s only Changmin?” asked Yoochun. “It’s sort of like victimisation now.”
“Well- they ran out of Yunho posters at the store, so I had no choice but to get Changmin.” defended Jaejoong, clearly indignant.
“How come it’s ripped in half?” asked Junsu, fire extinguisher in hand and a gummy snake hanging from his mouth.
“What do you mean?” asked Jaejoong.
Junsu approached the poster and outlined the torn edge with his finger. “Now that you mention it, I’m pretty sure Yunho was in this poster before...”
Jaejoong snatched the poster back, finding such accusations offensive. “Fine! I’ll shoot darts alone.” he stormed back towards his room in a huff.
ten minutes later
“Hyung, are you fondling the poster?” Junsu asked, slightly disturbed.
“Pfft. No.” Jaejoong scoffed- as if such an action was under him- and went back to fondling the poster.
Junsu nodded and backed out of the room slowly, stealing the pack of darts on his way out, with no intention of returning them until Jaejoong became mentally stable.
7.
“Junsu wants to know why you’re mad at him.”
Jaejoong peered at Yoochun from over his coffee mug. “I’m not mad at him.” he said.
“Well to him, and to me, it kind of looks like you are.”
Jaejoong thought back to the last week or so, and couldn’t see how his abusive behaviour towards Junsu was anything stray from the norm. Though burning his bed sheets may have crossed the line a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” insisted Jaejoong.
Yoochun extended his arms across the table and cupped Jaejoong’s hands in his own, making the situation unnecessarily intimate. “Hyung, I think you do know what we’re talking about.”
Jaejoong pulled his hands back towards himself, flinging Yoochun off. “Okay, maybe I do. But Junsu started it!”
Yoochun rested his chin on his palms. “Are you sure you aren’t being spiteful over something stupid?” he asked.
“It wasn’t stupid!” exclaimed Jaejoong, thinking back to last week.
Junsu spun the spaghetti around his fork absent mindedly. “Hey, this stuff is pretty good.”
Jaejoong pretended to examine his nails in false modesty. “Really? It’s just something new I’m trying.”
Junsu swallowed his portion of spaghetti greedily. “You know, Changmin would have loved this.”
Jaejoong threw a napkin at Junsu’s face- “I’m never talking to you again!” he yelled, leaving the living room in a fit.
Junsu stared at his retreating figure. “What’d I do?” he asked, mouth still loaded with spaghetti.
“It wasn’t stupid.” Jaejoong asserted.
Yoochun frowned. “Hyung, we’re both worried about you. You know you can talk to us if you need anything.”
Jaejoong smiled softly and ruffled Yoochun’s hair. “Of course I do” he assured him.
8.
“I know they’re just worried about me, I just don’t know why.” Jaejoong explained, rolling over on his bed. “Maybe I have been a bit temperamental as of late, but I think it’s just stress getting to me. You know, with the injunction and the lawsuit and such. You and Yunho aren’t helping all that much either, just saying.”
There was no reply and Jaejoong was beginning to get a little fed up.
“Honestly, I know you were always the brat. And I understand you have that image to maintain. But picking up your phone every now and then wouldn’t hurt you know. Also, get a twitter, everyone who’s anyone has a twitter these days.”
“Is he talking to his Changmin poster?” Junsu whispered to Yoochun from behind the doorframe.
Yoochun nodded slowly, not completely able to process the sight in front of him. “I think so... should we go in now?” he asked.
Junsu nodded and knocked on the door hesitantly. “Hyung? Are you busy?”
“Just a minute.” Jaejoong said to Changmin’s face before turning towards Junsu. “Nope, what do you need?”
Junsu approached Jaejoong carefully and spoke softly. “Hyung, I think we need to have an intervention.”
Jaejoong blinked up at him, clearly befuddled. “What ever for?”
“You’re psycho.” Yoochun deadpanned.
Jaejoong placed his hand over his heart and looked offended. “What? Where did that come from?”
“You were talking to Changmin’s poster” explained Junsu, thinking the answer was rather obvious.
Jaejoong pinched Junsu’s stomach, causing him to keel over. “Well maybe I wouldn’t have to had someone not stolen my darts.”
Junsu looked at him shocked. “You know?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Oh yes, I know. I’ve always known.”
“Okay! You know what, that’s enough! We’re having an intervention here and now!” shouted Yoochun, causing the other two to jump.
Jaejoong stood up and looked Yoochun in the eye. “No we’re not. Because I do not need an intervention” he snarled defensively. At that moment Jaejoong’s phone also happened to ring.
Now I’m just chillin’. Feels like I’m healin’
Silence.
“We’re having an intervention” repeated Yoochun.
9.
“February 24th. A fan account states you were seen running after DBSK’s van. True or false.” Yoochun read off his palm card.
“True” Jaejoong replied. “But only because I-”
“Na-na-na! No excuses!” Yoochun reprimanded. Jaejoong eyed the floor solemnly. “True or false. March 1st, a fan documents you attempted to hijack a plane DBSK were known to be boarding.”
“False!” Jaejoong exclaimed. “Who’d do that-”
Yoochun refused to let him finish and continued. “True or False. February 16th, you tried to sneak into the setting of Before U Go and set the guns off safety.”
“False” Jaejoong answered, getting slightly bored now.
Yoochun nodded and switched to the next palm card. “True or False. March 8th, you were seen sifting through a trashcan in front of DBSK’s dorm.” he waited for Jaejoong to refute, however he just remained silent.
“...I’m not proud of myself” he said at last.
Yoochun shook his head in shame. “Anyway- Junsu will now read his letter, informing you of how your recent psychosis has destroyed his life.”
Junsu stepped forward and brandished a letter from seemingly nowhere. He cleared his throat. Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Hyung. Hi, it’s me! Junsu! Your younger brother, your bandmate.”
Jaejoong scoffed. “No, really?” Yoochun glared.
Junsu feigned ignorance and continued. “Hyung, recently you’ve been acting particularly nasty towards me. Prior to your mental breakdown both you and Yoochun were generally pestiferous towards me, but I’ve come to note that your recent behaviour has shown some fascist tendencies-”
“How long did it take him to write this?” Jaejoong asked.
“About two hours” replied Yoochun.
Junsu, whose patience had worn thin, crumpled his letter and hurled it at Jaejoong’s face. “Basically, you’re acting like-” he stopped abruptly.
“Like what?” Jaejoong challenged.
“Like...” Junsu hesitated.
“Yes?” Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow.
“Like Changmin!” he exclaimed, instantly covering his mouth afterwards. He looked at Yoochun, who was banging his head against the wall, for reassurance.
Jaejoong stood up from the couch and headed aimlessly out of the living room.
“Hyung, where are you going?” asked Yoochun.
“I have some things to do” replied Jaejoong.
10.
Jaejoong was a man with a rather stupendous amount of pride. He also went out of his way to avoid situations where he would have to compromise it- although admittedly that particular quality hadn’t been very prominent the last few months. So basically, no one was more astounded than Jaejoong when he was standing outside DBSK’s apartment block in the middle of the night, hurling stones at what he prayed was Changmin’s window.
He heard a car drive by and he pulled his hoodie down over his face- it’d be hillarious if SM charged him for vandalism amongst other things. Once silence fell over the street again he resumed his activity of attempting to pierce Changmin’s window
“SHIM! CHOIKANG! CHANGMIN!” he hollered, hurling a stone at every word bellowed. He wasn’t being very subtle about what he was doing and relied on the idea that anyone who happened to hear him would presume he was an overexcited fanboy.
After ten minutes of the same destructive activity Jaejoong had more or less given up on his fantasy-epic-confrontation. He sighed and collected the un-hurled stones from around him. He was about to turn back when the irrational part of him decided to comment ‘one more try won’t hurt will it?’.
Jaejoong mustered all his strength into the last throw and it hit right at the centre of Changmin’s window. For a few second only the night breeze could be heard, until the window was shifted open a few centimetres and Jaejoong’s breath caught in his throat. He also felt something hard and sharp collide with his forehead and he crumpled over on the ground in pain.
“Your Oppas are busy screwing each other! Is that what you want to hear? Try the next window down!” a gnarly old woman yelled from above before disappearing inside the apartment once again.
Jaejoong clutched his forehead and knelt defeated on the ground. Of all the generally insane and stupid things he had done the past few months, this had to take the cake. He took the liberty of laughing at himself on behalf of Yoochun, Junsu and the rest of the human race.
“Hyung?”
For the second time that night Jaejoong was left breathless, except this time nothing collided with his head killing the moment. He hesitantly turned to look at Changmin who was eyeing him oddly. Most probably judging him.
Jaejoong cleared his throat and attempted casual. “Hey, fancy seeing you here. It's almost one am”
Changmin shuffled his feet and made eye contact towards anything but Jaejoong. "Yeah... I sneak out sometimes to think."
Silence. But nonetheless Jaejoong didn’t understand the hint life was giving him and continued. “So... you’ve grown your hair.” he added.
Changmin frowned. “No. No I didn’t.”
The confrontation was not playing out the way Jaejoong had expected it to. For one, there was less dramatic background music and more awkward silence. Well technically the whole thing was just one large, never-ending, awkward silence. That wouldn’t do, Jaejoong had been waiting too long. He struggled upright and approached Changmin cautiously until he was eye to eye with him. Changmin fought the urge to step back.
Jaejoong inhaled a large intake of breath. It was now or never.
He looked Changmin dead in the eye and held him tightly by the shoulders. “Are you wearing guyliner?”
- - -
Fina/n: I don't know- I just really wanted to write them so I churned this out in four hours or so. Watching old videos of them has made me angsty and I wanted to write about the split in the most ridiculous way possible to sort of ease things out. *sigh* I miss JaeMin. And the ending- don't even mention it. Please >.<
Changmin wears guy-liner. Jaejoong begins his slow descent into insanity. And bitchiness.
1.
They were hiding at the back of an old alley pressed up against each other, and Jaejoong was mentally adding this to his list of memories to suppress, except it was sort of hard to suppress it when Junsu’s voluptuous ass was in in his face.
Yoochun squirmed next to Jaejoong, trying to adjust his head so he could see past the dumpster which blocked their view. “Hyung, I think they’re gone now.”
“Oh thank god.” Jaejoong let out a sigh of relief and made to push Junsu off him, the younger however persisted in staying put.
“No! That’s what they want you to think! When really they’re waiting, they’re waiting to attack you and grope you and-”
Yoochun walked casually out of the alley, ignoring Junsu’s screams of ‘No Yoochun! Don’t do it!’ Three minutes passed and Yoochun still wasn’t sexually assaulted by rabid fangirls.
“Convinced!” snapped Jaejoong. Junsu- who had spent the last of the three minutes shrieking hysterically- nodded, and stepped away from Jaejoong, gifting the older male personal space. He inhaled a breath of fresh air. “Oh thank god! Yoochun go call manager-hyung. And Junsu, just don’t do... anything”
Junsu scowled at him “Hey, this was your idea in the first place!” he protested, pointing his finger at him accusingly.
Junsu wasn’t lying, that statement was true enough. Jaejoong had insisted that all three of them go to Music Bank that Friday and cheer on the ‘new’ DBSK (or the LFDBSK, less fun DBSK, as Junsu had deemed them) to prove to themselves that they weren’t bad sports and that Jaejoong could so be in a twenty metre vicinity of Changmin without crying.
But that was it, Jaejoong had stayed true to his word and did not cry. It was Junsu who decided it’d be completely appropriate to yell out ‘show us your boobs!’ during Yunho’s rap. Naturally twenty or so fan-girl heads turned to glare at them. And even more naturally at least eight of those were Junsu biased (for whatever reason was beyond Jaejoong) and recognised the doltish individual straight away.
A tidal wave of screaming Casseiopian’s followed, and despite the fact one of them was tugging at Yoochun’s pants, Jaejoong couldn’t help but think about how much he missed this. Of course he felt bad for stealing at least a third of Yunho and Changmin’s fans- well actually he didn’t. But that was irrelevant.
When manager-hyung finally arrived in his sleek black Porsche he began scolding the trio for giving SM yet another reason to file a lawsuit against them. But by that time Jaejoong was tired and didn’t really care. He spent the majority of the car ride back home inconspicuously drawing a marker moustache on Junsu’s face.
2.
“Hyung”
Jaejoong shifted from his initial position on the couch and turned to look at Yoochun. “What?” he asked nicely. He liked Yoochun, they were soulmates. Yoochun didn’t give him grief.
“We were wondering if...” Yoochun trailed off, unsure of how to proceed.
“Yes...” Jaejoong urged him on.
All to suddenly, a much to perky Junsu appeared behind Yoochun. And Jaejoong’s mood was dampened almost instantly. In fact, had Jaejoong’s mood been a person, Junsu would have shot it. “What?” he asked, it came out a lot harsher than he had intended.
Junsu rested his elbow on Yoochun’s shoulder in an attempt to look cool and blase. “So like, Changmin and Yunho’s comeback stage on Music Core is today, y’know?”
“No. I don’t know” Jaejoong lied.
Junsu looked at him aghast. “What? How can you not know! It’s everywhere, it’s-” he was stopped by Yoochun’s murmurs of ‘Junsu, Junsu’. Junsu turned towards Yoochun “What?” he asked, before finally getting the drift. His eyes widened in realisation. “Oh! he was lying.”
“Yes” Jaejoong deadpanned.
Junsu ignored him and continued. “So anyway their comeback is today-”
“And hence we were going to watch it live and make fun of their makeup. Are you in?” finished Yoochun
Jaejoong scoffed and turned his attention back to the television in front of him. “I refuse to lower myself to your standards” he stated.
“But Hyung! Imagine if they wore those fur jackets they had on in the MV!” Junsu insisted, looking ridiculously excited.
“Okay, they weren’t jackets. They were body suits-”
“Even better.” drawled Yoochun.
Jaejoong flipped them both off with a finger and asserted that if they wanted to mock their former band mates, they could do it without him. Because Jaejoong was better than them and of much higher moral standing.
And with that, half an hour later, when found himself sitting next to Yoochun and Junsu watching the live performance of ‘Keep Your Head Down’, he made sure to tell himself and his band mates that he was only with them to make sure they didn’t say anything too politically incorrect.
“Damnit! No fur bodysuits!” swore Yoochun, leering at the screen.
“The tragedy” commented Jaejoong.
“Hey is Changmin wearing guyliner!” exclaimed Junsu, animated. Jaejoong cringed, he had hoped he was the only one who’d notice. Of course that was too much to ask for, because feck Changmin was wearing guyliner, and damn did it look-
“Girly! Absolutely girly!” yelled Yoochun at the TV, slapping his thighs. Him and Junsu exploded in raucous laughter.
Jaejoong crossed his arms across his chest and willed the performance to end.
3.
Eventually they had reached the point where Yunho and Changmin had begun- blatantly put- man handling each other. ‘How shameless’ thought Jaejoong, and was about to say so out loud until Junsu spoke first.
“That’s sort of sexy” he said, munching on a packet of cheese rings nonchalantly.
Yoochun nodded in agreement. Jaejoong felt isolated in opinion and decided to go by the phrase ‘If you can’t beat ‘em. Join ‘em’ . Although in Jaejoong’s case the more appropriate phrase would have been ‘If you can’t beat ‘em, completely over do it’.
“Oh yeah man. That is sexy alright” Jaejoong forced himself to say. Junsu and Yoochun ‘aha’d’ in agreement. “In fact, I’m kind of turned on right now”
An awkward silence followed and ‘Did I just say that’ thought Jaejoong, horrified at himself.
“It’s not that hot.” refuted Junsu. “My pelvic thrust in Mirotic was hotter.”
“That was disgusting” retorted Jaejoong.
“No, that was hot. I was turned on” Yoochun agreed.
Jaejoong got up immediately and left the room.
4.
Yoochun sat at the dining table silently reading his tabloid newspaper until Jaejoong came storming into the living room.
“You won’t believe this!” Jaejoong shrieked, completely outraged. He thrust a piece of paper into Yoochun’s face.
“What- what’s this?” Yoochun asked, grabbing the paper and scanning the printed words.
“Jung ‘suck-up’ Yunho completely disregarded us in his ‘Thanks To’. Not only that, he thanked Lee SooMan. Apparantly that guy really appreciated being slave-driven because-”
“Oh yeah, that. I already know.” Yoochun went back to indulging in his tabloids.
“And you’re okay with it?” asked Jaejoong, dumbfounded.
Yoochun shrugged. “Not really. But Junsu already made a controversial tweet about it, so now we’re sort of waiting for the whole thing to blow over.”
Jaejoong sighed, exasperated. He felt completely out of the loop, since no one seemed to tell him anything anymore. The general mentality that seemed to go around the dorm was, ‘unless we’re hungry, let’s not inform Jaejoong of anything important'. “Where’s Junsu?” Jaejoong asked.
“He’s in his room angsting, the flames are beginning to get to him.” replied Yoochun.
Jaejoong felt morally obliged to go and see how the younger was fairing, since he admittedly wasn’t the nicest guy on Earth towards him. Plus he had made sure to be nice to Junsu at least once every two weeks so that he wouldn’t crack and go on a shooting spree.
He knocked tentatively on Junsu’s door. “Junsu?” he called gently. He could hear Junsu sniffing silently from the inside of the room. Jaejoong opened the door softly and almost cringed at the sight in front of him- it was just so unmanly.
“H-hyung?” Junsu stuttered from under his blanket.
Jaejoong sighed and sat down next to him, he hesitated before placing a comforting palm on Junsu’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
Junsu kicked the blanket off himself dramatically. He sat up on his bed, his eyes hysterical. “What’s wrong? Sungmin hates me! Shindong hates me! BoA hates me! Yunho probably hates me! You hate me!”
Jaejoong was taken aback. “What! I don’t hate you!” he exclaimed, looking completely flabbergasted.
Junsu narrowed his eyes at him and sniffed pathetically. “Yes you do, you’re all lovey dovey with Yoochun, but you’re just evil to me.” Junsu let out a forced sob and buried himself once again under the blankets.
Jaejoong decided it’d be senseless to point out if anybody was lovey dovey with Yoochun it’d be him and went straight to the being nice part. “I don’t hate you Junsu... I just dislike your existence sometimes.”
Junsu wiped tears from the corner of his eyes. “Really?” he asked.
“Really, really”
“Oh, Jaejoong!” Junsu cried, locking the older male in a teary embrace.
5.
“Changmins his wife? Is he kidding me?” All three JYJ members stood inconspicuously near the end of the crowd of reporters. They were decked in heavy coats, sunglasses and wrapped in three scarves. And for extra measure, they duct taped Junsu’s mouth. Shouting out profanities during a live performance was one thing, shouting out profanities during their ex-band mate’s press conference was in another ball court all together.
“I know right, Yunho is totally the chick in that relationship.” Yoochun agreed, but for different reasons.
“That’s not what I was getting at...” Jaejoong trailed off and decided whatever he was going to say, it wasn’t worth it.
“Well- they’re both pretty manly. Maybe they both wear the pants” suggested Junsu, who had taken the duct tape off his mouth when no one was looking.
“Okay. It’s about time to clear the popular misconception. Changmin isn’t manly. He’s just snarky and bitchy.”
“Ngaaw, but you love him anyway.” Junsu cooed and pinched Jaejoong’s cheeks patronisingly. That was until Jaejoong beckoned for Yoochun to pass the duct tape.
6.
Jaejoong had always been the more sentimental one, the one who used to perpetually try to get in contact with their former band mates, the one who would think before he tweeted anything, the one who honestly spent most of nowadays brooding. So when Jaejoong waltzed in the room carrying a large roll of paper and looking positively delighted, Yoochun and Junsu believed they had perfect reason to be worried.
“Hello boys!” he chirped.
Yoochun eyed him wearily, Junsu made haste for the fire extinguisher.
“Hey Hyung. What’s that?” he beckoned to the roll of paper in Jaejoong’s hands.
“Oh this?” he unrolled the paper and what was revealed was a large poster of Changmin’s face. “I was thinking we could bond over throwing darts at it. I’m thinking of making it an annual thing.”
“How come it’s only Changmin?” asked Yoochun. “It’s sort of like victimisation now.”
“Well- they ran out of Yunho posters at the store, so I had no choice but to get Changmin.” defended Jaejoong, clearly indignant.
“How come it’s ripped in half?” asked Junsu, fire extinguisher in hand and a gummy snake hanging from his mouth.
“What do you mean?” asked Jaejoong.
Junsu approached the poster and outlined the torn edge with his finger. “Now that you mention it, I’m pretty sure Yunho was in this poster before...”
Jaejoong snatched the poster back, finding such accusations offensive. “Fine! I’ll shoot darts alone.” he stormed back towards his room in a huff.
ten minutes later
“Hyung, are you fondling the poster?” Junsu asked, slightly disturbed.
“Pfft. No.” Jaejoong scoffed- as if such an action was under him- and went back to fondling the poster.
Junsu nodded and backed out of the room slowly, stealing the pack of darts on his way out, with no intention of returning them until Jaejoong became mentally stable.
7.
“Junsu wants to know why you’re mad at him.”
Jaejoong peered at Yoochun from over his coffee mug. “I’m not mad at him.” he said.
“Well to him, and to me, it kind of looks like you are.”
Jaejoong thought back to the last week or so, and couldn’t see how his abusive behaviour towards Junsu was anything stray from the norm. Though burning his bed sheets may have crossed the line a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” insisted Jaejoong.
Yoochun extended his arms across the table and cupped Jaejoong’s hands in his own, making the situation unnecessarily intimate. “Hyung, I think you do know what we’re talking about.”
Jaejoong pulled his hands back towards himself, flinging Yoochun off. “Okay, maybe I do. But Junsu started it!”
Yoochun rested his chin on his palms. “Are you sure you aren’t being spiteful over something stupid?” he asked.
“It wasn’t stupid!” exclaimed Jaejoong, thinking back to last week.
Junsu spun the spaghetti around his fork absent mindedly. “Hey, this stuff is pretty good.”
Jaejoong pretended to examine his nails in false modesty. “Really? It’s just something new I’m trying.”
Junsu swallowed his portion of spaghetti greedily. “You know, Changmin would have loved this.”
Jaejoong threw a napkin at Junsu’s face- “I’m never talking to you again!” he yelled, leaving the living room in a fit.
Junsu stared at his retreating figure. “What’d I do?” he asked, mouth still loaded with spaghetti.
“It wasn’t stupid.” Jaejoong asserted.
Yoochun frowned. “Hyung, we’re both worried about you. You know you can talk to us if you need anything.”
Jaejoong smiled softly and ruffled Yoochun’s hair. “Of course I do” he assured him.
8.
“I know they’re just worried about me, I just don’t know why.” Jaejoong explained, rolling over on his bed. “Maybe I have been a bit temperamental as of late, but I think it’s just stress getting to me. You know, with the injunction and the lawsuit and such. You and Yunho aren’t helping all that much either, just saying.”
There was no reply and Jaejoong was beginning to get a little fed up.
“Honestly, I know you were always the brat. And I understand you have that image to maintain. But picking up your phone every now and then wouldn’t hurt you know. Also, get a twitter, everyone who’s anyone has a twitter these days.”
“Is he talking to his Changmin poster?” Junsu whispered to Yoochun from behind the doorframe.
Yoochun nodded slowly, not completely able to process the sight in front of him. “I think so... should we go in now?” he asked.
Junsu nodded and knocked on the door hesitantly. “Hyung? Are you busy?”
“Just a minute.” Jaejoong said to Changmin’s face before turning towards Junsu. “Nope, what do you need?”
Junsu approached Jaejoong carefully and spoke softly. “Hyung, I think we need to have an intervention.”
Jaejoong blinked up at him, clearly befuddled. “What ever for?”
“You’re psycho.” Yoochun deadpanned.
Jaejoong placed his hand over his heart and looked offended. “What? Where did that come from?”
“You were talking to Changmin’s poster” explained Junsu, thinking the answer was rather obvious.
Jaejoong pinched Junsu’s stomach, causing him to keel over. “Well maybe I wouldn’t have to had someone not stolen my darts.”
Junsu looked at him shocked. “You know?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Oh yes, I know. I’ve always known.”
“Okay! You know what, that’s enough! We’re having an intervention here and now!” shouted Yoochun, causing the other two to jump.
Jaejoong stood up and looked Yoochun in the eye. “No we’re not. Because I do not need an intervention” he snarled defensively. At that moment Jaejoong’s phone also happened to ring.
Now I’m just chillin’. Feels like I’m healin’
Silence.
“We’re having an intervention” repeated Yoochun.
9.
“February 24th. A fan account states you were seen running after DBSK’s van. True or false.” Yoochun read off his palm card.
“True” Jaejoong replied. “But only because I-”
“Na-na-na! No excuses!” Yoochun reprimanded. Jaejoong eyed the floor solemnly. “True or false. March 1st, a fan documents you attempted to hijack a plane DBSK were known to be boarding.”
“False!” Jaejoong exclaimed. “Who’d do that-”
Yoochun refused to let him finish and continued. “True or False. February 16th, you tried to sneak into the setting of Before U Go and set the guns off safety.”
“False” Jaejoong answered, getting slightly bored now.
Yoochun nodded and switched to the next palm card. “True or False. March 8th, you were seen sifting through a trashcan in front of DBSK’s dorm.” he waited for Jaejoong to refute, however he just remained silent.
“...I’m not proud of myself” he said at last.
Yoochun shook his head in shame. “Anyway- Junsu will now read his letter, informing you of how your recent psychosis has destroyed his life.”
Junsu stepped forward and brandished a letter from seemingly nowhere. He cleared his throat. Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Hyung. Hi, it’s me! Junsu! Your younger brother, your bandmate.”
Jaejoong scoffed. “No, really?” Yoochun glared.
Junsu feigned ignorance and continued. “Hyung, recently you’ve been acting particularly nasty towards me. Prior to your mental breakdown both you and Yoochun were generally pestiferous towards me, but I’ve come to note that your recent behaviour has shown some fascist tendencies-”
“How long did it take him to write this?” Jaejoong asked.
“About two hours” replied Yoochun.
Junsu, whose patience had worn thin, crumpled his letter and hurled it at Jaejoong’s face. “Basically, you’re acting like-” he stopped abruptly.
“Like what?” Jaejoong challenged.
“Like...” Junsu hesitated.
“Yes?” Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow.
“Like Changmin!” he exclaimed, instantly covering his mouth afterwards. He looked at Yoochun, who was banging his head against the wall, for reassurance.
Jaejoong stood up from the couch and headed aimlessly out of the living room.
“Hyung, where are you going?” asked Yoochun.
“I have some things to do” replied Jaejoong.
10.
Jaejoong was a man with a rather stupendous amount of pride. He also went out of his way to avoid situations where he would have to compromise it- although admittedly that particular quality hadn’t been very prominent the last few months. So basically, no one was more astounded than Jaejoong when he was standing outside DBSK’s apartment block in the middle of the night, hurling stones at what he prayed was Changmin’s window.
He heard a car drive by and he pulled his hoodie down over his face- it’d be hillarious if SM charged him for vandalism amongst other things. Once silence fell over the street again he resumed his activity of attempting to pierce Changmin’s window
“SHIM! CHOIKANG! CHANGMIN!” he hollered, hurling a stone at every word bellowed. He wasn’t being very subtle about what he was doing and relied on the idea that anyone who happened to hear him would presume he was an overexcited fanboy.
After ten minutes of the same destructive activity Jaejoong had more or less given up on his fantasy-epic-confrontation. He sighed and collected the un-hurled stones from around him. He was about to turn back when the irrational part of him decided to comment ‘one more try won’t hurt will it?’.
Jaejoong mustered all his strength into the last throw and it hit right at the centre of Changmin’s window. For a few second only the night breeze could be heard, until the window was shifted open a few centimetres and Jaejoong’s breath caught in his throat. He also felt something hard and sharp collide with his forehead and he crumpled over on the ground in pain.
“Your Oppas are busy screwing each other! Is that what you want to hear? Try the next window down!” a gnarly old woman yelled from above before disappearing inside the apartment once again.
Jaejoong clutched his forehead and knelt defeated on the ground. Of all the generally insane and stupid things he had done the past few months, this had to take the cake. He took the liberty of laughing at himself on behalf of Yoochun, Junsu and the rest of the human race.
“Hyung?”
For the second time that night Jaejoong was left breathless, except this time nothing collided with his head killing the moment. He hesitantly turned to look at Changmin who was eyeing him oddly. Most probably judging him.
Jaejoong cleared his throat and attempted casual. “Hey, fancy seeing you here. It's almost one am”
Changmin shuffled his feet and made eye contact towards anything but Jaejoong. "Yeah... I sneak out sometimes to think."
Silence. But nonetheless Jaejoong didn’t understand the hint life was giving him and continued. “So... you’ve grown your hair.” he added.
Changmin frowned. “No. No I didn’t.”
The confrontation was not playing out the way Jaejoong had expected it to. For one, there was less dramatic background music and more awkward silence. Well technically the whole thing was just one large, never-ending, awkward silence. That wouldn’t do, Jaejoong had been waiting too long. He struggled upright and approached Changmin cautiously until he was eye to eye with him. Changmin fought the urge to step back.
Jaejoong inhaled a large intake of breath. It was now or never.
He looked Changmin dead in the eye and held him tightly by the shoulders. “Are you wearing guyliner?”
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Fina/n: I don't know- I just really wanted to write them so I churned this out in four hours or so. Watching old videos of them has made me angsty and I wanted to write about the split in the most ridiculous way possible to sort of ease things out. *sigh* I miss JaeMin. And the ending- don't even mention it. Please >.<