#14. spinning on that dizzy edge;
: spinning on that dizzy edge
: dongbang, ot5 | pg 13
: it's always a good idea to try new things - fandom jumping included
: for dongbangsuju20 who never fails to make me smile
“You’re saying being in a band is stressful?”
Jaejoong blinked at Yunho’s frowning face in the mirror, back against the leather of the swivel chair and leg bent at the knee to rest the middle of his foot on the messy desk that belonged to Changmin. Yunho placed his closed fists on his hips, leaning forward ever so slightly to get a better glimpse at Jaejoong’s face through the small hand mirror.
“Not stressful,” he waved the question off dismissively, tapped the rounded edge against his chin in thought, and continued, “I’d just like to try something else for a while, I think.”
Yunho sputtered in mid-flail. Junsu laughed. Somewhere inside the room Changmin knocked over the trash can and hit Yoochun in the face with his hands. Jaejoong smiled against the mirror, kicked off the desk, and patted Yunho’s thigh in what he thought was a comforting manner.
Yoochun, after straightening the trash can and Changmin’s disorderly form, placed the inside of his wrist against Junsu’s and said in all seriousness, “I want to do something where I don’t have to worry about bad hair days and faulty wardrobes.”
The other four just stared in varying shades of amusement. Junsu tugged lightly at the end of his hair, the largest grin he’d seen in a long time plastered on his face.
“Every day is a bad hair day for you, Yoochun,” he replied sincerely and curled his fingers in Yoochun’s palm when he huffed. “It’s a well-known fact among stylists and fans.”
Jaejoong slumped his body against Changmin’s, actually he draped himself over him, and sighed in a contented, mewling way. “Now that we’ve all decided that we should try something new -”
“I have no say in this, do I?” Yunho was ignored; he jutted out his lower lip and let Jaejoong rest his feet in his lap, displeased and with a wounded ego so Yoochun ruffled his hair.
“I know a few things we could try out.” His grin became positively bright, eyes mischievous and words in a hush-hush secretive tone. Changmin’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he made no move to interrupt Jaejoong, happy with his chin resting atop Jaejoong’s dark hairs. “But you’re going to have to trust me.”
fandom jumping: attempt one. fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
“I’m in a skirt.” Changmin growled and tugged at the front of the impossibly short skirt brushing against his inner thighs. Jaejoong whistled appreciatively, raking his dark eyes over the long legs. “You made me wear a skirt.”
“You said you trusted me!” He folded his arms across his chest, offended, and then pointed behind him to where Yunho was checking himself out in the mirror, winking even. Changmin cringed. “No one else is complaining.”
Changmin puffed his cheeks out and scratched at the blue wig he wore, pretty strands tickling the undersides of his eyes and getting caught in his lip-gloss every time he shook his head just so. “Why am I Mercury?”
“You’re the smartest, dumbass,” Yoochun called from the other side of the room, slipping red boots up to his knees and adjusting the white gloves Jaejoong had hit him in the head with earlier when he wasn’t paying attention. “Yunho’s Jupiter because his boobs are the biggest, Jaejoong’s Venus because he’s the self-proclaimed prettiest -”
“Most beautiful,” Jaejoong corrected motioning toward himself and the red bow tied into his blond wig. "Get it right, bitch."
“- Junsu’s Mars because he’s an asshole -”
Junsu punched him in the arm. “I resent that, bastard.”
“- and I’m Moon because all other positions were filled.” He paused and frowned, upset. “Why was I last pick?”
Jaejoong smiled and slung his arms around Yoochun’s neck, pulling him close enough so they could rest their foreheads together, separated by two sets of blond tresses. “I saved the best for last.” He squished Yoochun’s cheeks between his palms, eyes widened as far as they could possibly be, and said, “Now let’s go kick some ass.”
Changmin stomped his heels, denying the fact that he kind of looked hot in such a tiny uniform and secretly admitting that he had some damn fine legs. “As long as I get to pick what we do next.”
fandom jumping: attempt two. in a galaxy far, far away
Yoochun was wearing a lot of gold. A lot of gold. Junsu considered it a fashion crime, but he wasn’t too sure since he didn’t know much about style either; he just wondered where Changmin found all of it. He situated his black helmet over his head and breathed deeply, pressing his hands to the dip between Yoochun’s shoulder blades.
“I can use my kick-ass powers to totally mind-fuck you now.”
Yoochun considered this, index finger to chin. “That sounds kind of kinky.” He shrugged out of Junsu’s hold with a flirtatious wink. “Darth Vader and C3PO, what a fucking ridiculous pairing.”
“Princess Jaeia,” he smiled to himself and Yunho raised a brow, “it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, Ho Solo?”
Changmin rolled his eyes, watching the way his novelty toy light saber lit up purple in the shiniest of ways. He had wanted green, but he supposed purple would have to do, at least Junsu had acquired a red one for himself. “Do you think we could convince Super Junior to act as Storm Troopers?”
Yoochun leaned into his back, chin on Changmin’s shoulder, saying, “As long as you make sure that Ryeowook is Chewbacca,” with Jaejoong’s voice intoning to his left, supplying, “Do I get to kiss both Han and Luke like in the original?”
“Aren’t Luke and Leia related?” Junsu popped his head out from beneath the helmet, hair a mess and his cheeks bright red.
“Twins.”
Junsu made a face and put his helmet back on, pointing in what he hoped was Changmin’s general direction, “Luke, I am your father.”
They didn’t get around to calling Super Junior, too busy laughing and bumping into each other, Junsu’s helmet in their way and Yoochun’s gold suit sending glimmering sparks across the ceiling. Yunho couldn’t remember laughing so hard and Jaejoong had tears in his eyes, but he swore it was Yoochun’s suit blinding him.
Yunho threw an arm around him and kissed him just like they did in the movies. Only better.
fandom jumping: attempt three. and so the lion fell in love with the lamb
“Your good idea,” Yunho swallowed and darted his eyes around the room, “is Twilight? Of all things.”
Junsu shrugged. “Why not? I always kind of thought she was a shipper of Jaejoong and I. What with all the lion and lamb talk.”
“I sparkle in the sun like diamonds,” Jaejoong laughed his way through his words, filling every pause with a glimmer in his eyes. “I think that’s like codename for gay beams.”
Changmin coughed into his fist, trying to hide the smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “And what about the whole vegetarianism? I didn’t know animal blood was a vegetable.”
“That’s sick.” They weren’t too sure who said it, but judging by the horrified look on Yunho’s face, Jaejoong could only assume that the not-so-manly squeal had come from him. Or Yoochun’s impersonations were spot on today, even his falsetto.
Yoochun rested his head in Junsu’s lap, drawing figure eights on the area just above his knees, and queried, “Since I’m a werewolf, does that make my blood a vegetable as well?”
Jaejoong pounced and Yoochun’s fingers gripped into Junsu’s t-shirt, stretching the collar wider and wrinkling the fabric. Jaejoong tickled his sides and bit at his neck, Yunho holding him down at the legs, and Changmin curled his fingers around Yoochun’s wrists, feeling the thump thump beat in time with his own heart.
In their dog pile afterwards, Changmin perched atop as the victor, Yunho tugged Jaejoong’s nose with his thumb and forefinger, lying beneath him and on top of Yoochun, saying, “Vampires really don’t have sex, you know.”
Jaejoong paled. Yoochun hiccuped into the carpet, right knee digging into Junsu’s side.
“An eternity without sex. Damn, that is probably the severest case of blue balls known to mankind.”
Jaejoong glared at what he thought might have been Yoochun’s forehead from behind Yunho’s flustered face and sweaty hair. “I hate you,” he whispered with that same smile on his face from when they were teenagers, poor and training hard but laughing harder. Changmin hugged them all, nose buried in Jaejoong’s nape, mouthing, “I love you, too,” into the skin.
fandom jumping: attempt four. you're the song that I replay replay replay
In the middle of Yoochun suggesting SHINee as a possible fandom jump, Junsu asked,
“If we sang to older women, just how old would they be?”
Yoochun faltered in his steps at becoming preppy street-style shiny kids, tapping his drum stick to the work desk with his mouth agape. “Probably the age of our moms? Or grandmothers?”
Changmin stuck his tongue out in mock disgust as Jaejoong poked his cheeks, “and you call me immature, really,” and Yunho crossed SHINee off the list much to Yoochun’s dismay.
“Flaming charisma is really just another name for ‘largely homosexual’ anyway,” he declared with his best kicked puppy face.
Junsu fell back in his chair, eyes on the ceiling tiles and hands clasped over his stomach. “Perfect for describing you then.”
And, somehow, everything erupted into a pillow fight until feathers littered the room and stuck to their hair. Yunho was reminded of the white downy that had been glued to his face for the Tri-Angle music video, shuddering at the thought of how much it hurt to remove them, Changmin snorting into his knees. Junsu wiggled his nose trying to get the feather off his lips and Jaejoong plucked them one by one from his hair.
Yoochun looked at the mess and smiled as cheeky as ever. “Ring Ding Dong?”
fandom jumping: attempt five. i'll never let you go or pass you on to anyone else
“You sentimental fool.”
Yunho had built them a fortress of blankets and pillows, strewn across their training room in the corporate building, and he stood sheepish before them with his gaze to the cracks in the wooden paneling. Jaejoong took one look around the room before punching him in the chest, lightly of course.
“Watch the pecs,” he said softly, catching Jaejoong’s fist in his palm, the fingers loosening to intertwine with his. “They’re famous.”
“Manboobs,” Changmin called out from his place on the ground, tangled in heavy blue comforters and black sheets. Yunho leveled a glare on him, but he just ignored it, popping open the bag of chips that lay abandoned in the center. “Shit.”
Junsu crouched near Changmin, picking up jagged pieces of chips and popping them into his mouth with his only excuse being, “five second rule, smartass,” as Changmin simply cocked a brow with an open mouth smile on his face.
“You did all this,” Yoochun stopped, paused at the doorway where a clutter of pearl red balloons hung above his head. Tears swam in his brown eyes, happiness spreading over his features like wildfire, and he grinned broadly as he pulled on a white strand, “All of this… for us.”
Yunho nodded, awkward pause and shuffle of his feet included, until he stood toe to toe with Yoochun. He knotted the string around the bony wrist, right beside the silver bracelet that tinkled every time he dropped his hand to his side. Jaejoong raised his eyes to Yunho’s back, watching the way he lingered too long by the doorway, gaze fixated on the task of tying the balloon to Yoochun. Changmin brushed his knuckles over the back of his hand, a safety device of some sorts, and Junsu held his hand.
“I think we should stick to what we know best,” Jaejoong stated, sucking in a deep breath and brushing his nose with the material stretched over his shoulder, not wanting to disconnect from Junsu or Changmin. “It’s the only thing we’re good at.”
And Junsu laughed, laughed like he was happy, Yoochun following until they were all in the floor listening to Yunho finish off with a few peals of laughter. Exhausted they lay in a circle, the tops of their heads to each other, and they watched the balloons catch the light just like the glow sticks that fans held during concerts. Suddenly everything felt like a spotlight and Junsu lead them in song, one of the only things he ever got right, and it was just them soon enough.
We all eventually go back to our roots.
I can only sing. I want to sing; Xiah Junsu.
a/n: i know it's not what you had in mind, but i thought it might cheer you up. your other prompt is becoming monstrous, but will be written, don't worry ;) also, esspressoluv happy almost birthday! ♥ i haven't forgotten you (: title taken from "just like heaven" by the cure... all of my recent titles have begun with the letter "s" 8D
this kind of feels like goodbye
: dongbang, ot5 | pg 13
: it's always a good idea to try new things - fandom jumping included
: for dongbangsuju20 who never fails to make me smile
“You’re saying being in a band is stressful?”
Jaejoong blinked at Yunho’s frowning face in the mirror, back against the leather of the swivel chair and leg bent at the knee to rest the middle of his foot on the messy desk that belonged to Changmin. Yunho placed his closed fists on his hips, leaning forward ever so slightly to get a better glimpse at Jaejoong’s face through the small hand mirror.
“Not stressful,” he waved the question off dismissively, tapped the rounded edge against his chin in thought, and continued, “I’d just like to try something else for a while, I think.”
Yunho sputtered in mid-flail. Junsu laughed. Somewhere inside the room Changmin knocked over the trash can and hit Yoochun in the face with his hands. Jaejoong smiled against the mirror, kicked off the desk, and patted Yunho’s thigh in what he thought was a comforting manner.
Yoochun, after straightening the trash can and Changmin’s disorderly form, placed the inside of his wrist against Junsu’s and said in all seriousness, “I want to do something where I don’t have to worry about bad hair days and faulty wardrobes.”
The other four just stared in varying shades of amusement. Junsu tugged lightly at the end of his hair, the largest grin he’d seen in a long time plastered on his face.
“Every day is a bad hair day for you, Yoochun,” he replied sincerely and curled his fingers in Yoochun’s palm when he huffed. “It’s a well-known fact among stylists and fans.”
Jaejoong slumped his body against Changmin’s, actually he draped himself over him, and sighed in a contented, mewling way. “Now that we’ve all decided that we should try something new -”
“I have no say in this, do I?” Yunho was ignored; he jutted out his lower lip and let Jaejoong rest his feet in his lap, displeased and with a wounded ego so Yoochun ruffled his hair.
“I know a few things we could try out.” His grin became positively bright, eyes mischievous and words in a hush-hush secretive tone. Changmin’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he made no move to interrupt Jaejoong, happy with his chin resting atop Jaejoong’s dark hairs. “But you’re going to have to trust me.”
fandom jumping: attempt one. fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
“I’m in a skirt.” Changmin growled and tugged at the front of the impossibly short skirt brushing against his inner thighs. Jaejoong whistled appreciatively, raking his dark eyes over the long legs. “You made me wear a skirt.”
“You said you trusted me!” He folded his arms across his chest, offended, and then pointed behind him to where Yunho was checking himself out in the mirror, winking even. Changmin cringed. “No one else is complaining.”
Changmin puffed his cheeks out and scratched at the blue wig he wore, pretty strands tickling the undersides of his eyes and getting caught in his lip-gloss every time he shook his head just so. “Why am I Mercury?”
“You’re the smartest, dumbass,” Yoochun called from the other side of the room, slipping red boots up to his knees and adjusting the white gloves Jaejoong had hit him in the head with earlier when he wasn’t paying attention. “Yunho’s Jupiter because his boobs are the biggest, Jaejoong’s Venus because he’s the self-proclaimed prettiest -”
“Most beautiful,” Jaejoong corrected motioning toward himself and the red bow tied into his blond wig. "Get it right, bitch."
“- Junsu’s Mars because he’s an asshole -”
Junsu punched him in the arm. “I resent that, bastard.”
“- and I’m Moon because all other positions were filled.” He paused and frowned, upset. “Why was I last pick?”
Jaejoong smiled and slung his arms around Yoochun’s neck, pulling him close enough so they could rest their foreheads together, separated by two sets of blond tresses. “I saved the best for last.” He squished Yoochun’s cheeks between his palms, eyes widened as far as they could possibly be, and said, “Now let’s go kick some ass.”
Changmin stomped his heels, denying the fact that he kind of looked hot in such a tiny uniform and secretly admitting that he had some damn fine legs. “As long as I get to pick what we do next.”
fandom jumping: attempt two. in a galaxy far, far away
Yoochun was wearing a lot of gold. A lot of gold. Junsu considered it a fashion crime, but he wasn’t too sure since he didn’t know much about style either; he just wondered where Changmin found all of it. He situated his black helmet over his head and breathed deeply, pressing his hands to the dip between Yoochun’s shoulder blades.
“I can use my kick-ass powers to totally mind-fuck you now.”
Yoochun considered this, index finger to chin. “That sounds kind of kinky.” He shrugged out of Junsu’s hold with a flirtatious wink. “Darth Vader and C3PO, what a fucking ridiculous pairing.”
“Princess Jaeia,” he smiled to himself and Yunho raised a brow, “it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, Ho Solo?”
Changmin rolled his eyes, watching the way his novelty toy light saber lit up purple in the shiniest of ways. He had wanted green, but he supposed purple would have to do, at least Junsu had acquired a red one for himself. “Do you think we could convince Super Junior to act as Storm Troopers?”
Yoochun leaned into his back, chin on Changmin’s shoulder, saying, “As long as you make sure that Ryeowook is Chewbacca,” with Jaejoong’s voice intoning to his left, supplying, “Do I get to kiss both Han and Luke like in the original?”
“Aren’t Luke and Leia related?” Junsu popped his head out from beneath the helmet, hair a mess and his cheeks bright red.
“Twins.”
Junsu made a face and put his helmet back on, pointing in what he hoped was Changmin’s general direction, “Luke, I am your father.”
They didn’t get around to calling Super Junior, too busy laughing and bumping into each other, Junsu’s helmet in their way and Yoochun’s gold suit sending glimmering sparks across the ceiling. Yunho couldn’t remember laughing so hard and Jaejoong had tears in his eyes, but he swore it was Yoochun’s suit blinding him.
Yunho threw an arm around him and kissed him just like they did in the movies. Only better.
fandom jumping: attempt three. and so the lion fell in love with the lamb
“Your good idea,” Yunho swallowed and darted his eyes around the room, “is Twilight? Of all things.”
Junsu shrugged. “Why not? I always kind of thought she was a shipper of Jaejoong and I. What with all the lion and lamb talk.”
“I sparkle in the sun like diamonds,” Jaejoong laughed his way through his words, filling every pause with a glimmer in his eyes. “I think that’s like codename for gay beams.”
Changmin coughed into his fist, trying to hide the smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “And what about the whole vegetarianism? I didn’t know animal blood was a vegetable.”
“That’s sick.” They weren’t too sure who said it, but judging by the horrified look on Yunho’s face, Jaejoong could only assume that the not-so-manly squeal had come from him. Or Yoochun’s impersonations were spot on today, even his falsetto.
Yoochun rested his head in Junsu’s lap, drawing figure eights on the area just above his knees, and queried, “Since I’m a werewolf, does that make my blood a vegetable as well?”
Jaejoong pounced and Yoochun’s fingers gripped into Junsu’s t-shirt, stretching the collar wider and wrinkling the fabric. Jaejoong tickled his sides and bit at his neck, Yunho holding him down at the legs, and Changmin curled his fingers around Yoochun’s wrists, feeling the thump thump beat in time with his own heart.
In their dog pile afterwards, Changmin perched atop as the victor, Yunho tugged Jaejoong’s nose with his thumb and forefinger, lying beneath him and on top of Yoochun, saying, “Vampires really don’t have sex, you know.”
Jaejoong paled. Yoochun hiccuped into the carpet, right knee digging into Junsu’s side.
“An eternity without sex. Damn, that is probably the severest case of blue balls known to mankind.”
Jaejoong glared at what he thought might have been Yoochun’s forehead from behind Yunho’s flustered face and sweaty hair. “I hate you,” he whispered with that same smile on his face from when they were teenagers, poor and training hard but laughing harder. Changmin hugged them all, nose buried in Jaejoong’s nape, mouthing, “I love you, too,” into the skin.
fandom jumping: attempt four. you're the song that I replay replay replay
In the middle of Yoochun suggesting SHINee as a possible fandom jump, Junsu asked,
“If we sang to older women, just how old would they be?”
Yoochun faltered in his steps at becoming preppy street-style shiny kids, tapping his drum stick to the work desk with his mouth agape. “Probably the age of our moms? Or grandmothers?”
Changmin stuck his tongue out in mock disgust as Jaejoong poked his cheeks, “and you call me immature, really,” and Yunho crossed SHINee off the list much to Yoochun’s dismay.
“Flaming charisma is really just another name for ‘largely homosexual’ anyway,” he declared with his best kicked puppy face.
Junsu fell back in his chair, eyes on the ceiling tiles and hands clasped over his stomach. “Perfect for describing you then.”
And, somehow, everything erupted into a pillow fight until feathers littered the room and stuck to their hair. Yunho was reminded of the white downy that had been glued to his face for the Tri-Angle music video, shuddering at the thought of how much it hurt to remove them, Changmin snorting into his knees. Junsu wiggled his nose trying to get the feather off his lips and Jaejoong plucked them one by one from his hair.
Yoochun looked at the mess and smiled as cheeky as ever. “Ring Ding Dong?”
fandom jumping: attempt five. i'll never let you go or pass you on to anyone else
“You sentimental fool.”
Yunho had built them a fortress of blankets and pillows, strewn across their training room in the corporate building, and he stood sheepish before them with his gaze to the cracks in the wooden paneling. Jaejoong took one look around the room before punching him in the chest, lightly of course.
“Watch the pecs,” he said softly, catching Jaejoong’s fist in his palm, the fingers loosening to intertwine with his. “They’re famous.”
“Manboobs,” Changmin called out from his place on the ground, tangled in heavy blue comforters and black sheets. Yunho leveled a glare on him, but he just ignored it, popping open the bag of chips that lay abandoned in the center. “Shit.”
Junsu crouched near Changmin, picking up jagged pieces of chips and popping them into his mouth with his only excuse being, “five second rule, smartass,” as Changmin simply cocked a brow with an open mouth smile on his face.
“You did all this,” Yoochun stopped, paused at the doorway where a clutter of pearl red balloons hung above his head. Tears swam in his brown eyes, happiness spreading over his features like wildfire, and he grinned broadly as he pulled on a white strand, “All of this… for us.”
Yunho nodded, awkward pause and shuffle of his feet included, until he stood toe to toe with Yoochun. He knotted the string around the bony wrist, right beside the silver bracelet that tinkled every time he dropped his hand to his side. Jaejoong raised his eyes to Yunho’s back, watching the way he lingered too long by the doorway, gaze fixated on the task of tying the balloon to Yoochun. Changmin brushed his knuckles over the back of his hand, a safety device of some sorts, and Junsu held his hand.
“I think we should stick to what we know best,” Jaejoong stated, sucking in a deep breath and brushing his nose with the material stretched over his shoulder, not wanting to disconnect from Junsu or Changmin. “It’s the only thing we’re good at.”
And Junsu laughed, laughed like he was happy, Yoochun following until they were all in the floor listening to Yunho finish off with a few peals of laughter. Exhausted they lay in a circle, the tops of their heads to each other, and they watched the balloons catch the light just like the glow sticks that fans held during concerts. Suddenly everything felt like a spotlight and Junsu lead them in song, one of the only things he ever got right, and it was just them soon enough.
We all eventually go back to our roots.
I can only sing. I want to sing; Xiah Junsu.
a/n: i know it's not what you had in mind, but i thought it might cheer you up. your other prompt is becoming monstrous, but will be written, don't worry ;) also, esspressoluv happy almost birthday! ♥ i haven't forgotten you (: title taken from "just like heaven" by the cure... all of my recent titles have begun with the letter "s" 8D
this kind of feels like goodbye