[DBSK] - [DRABBLE][SET] The 'D' Stands for Dysfunctional
Changminnie... he has a hard life. haha. a series of 200-word drabbles in which Changmin sighs a lot. (well, the last one has 250 words, but changmin is still sighing. hah!)
Disclaimer: clearly i don't own any boys... not intended to hurt or harm, just for fun.
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
People: DBSK - all five boys
Pairing: OT5-family
Warnings: none, except for... my ridiculouslessness? ^O^;;;
Drabble #1 -
The one in which Jaejoong is not the Mommy of DBSK.
Yunho found Jaejoong sprawled on the ground, half in the hallway and half in the kitchen… with a Changmin attached to the kitchen end.
“Take it!” Changmin bellowed.
“No! I don’t want it!” Jaejoong replied in like volume.
Yunho blinked.
“Wow, this is inappropriate…” he said.
“You can’t make me!” Jaejoong wailed… and flailed, almost kicking Changmin in the crotch.
“Extra inappropriate,” said Yunho.
Changmin managed to crawl up Jaejoong’s body to sit squarely on his back and pin him down.
“I’m bigger than you so I can too ‘make you’. I don’t care if you don’t like the taste. It’s for your own good and you’ll thank me for it later. Now open your mouth!”
“Kinky,” Yunho muttered, craning his neck for a better view of the action.
“You’re not my mother,” Jaejoong said petulantly, hiding his face against the floor.
“*You’re* supposed to be the mother here, so suck it up and act like it!”
Yunho thought that maybe this wasn’t going where he’d originally thought it was going… unless there was something he didn’t know about his boys.
“It’s just a sniffle…”
“I have to stand next to you fourteen hours a day. Take your damn medicine!”
===
Drabble #2 -
The one in which Yunho is not the Daddy of DBSK.
Generally, Changmin was one of the last ones to go to bed. So it was very rare that he’d be kept awake by one of the other members puttering about. Thus he kind of thought that he might actually be dreaming when he opened his eyes to see Junsu and Yunho curled up on Yunho’s bed playing on their DSes.
“Are you guys serious?” he asked. “It’s 4am…”
The only answer he received was the sound of fingers jabbing at buttons.
Changmin threw his pillow at the pair, smacking Junsu in the face.
“Hey! I was winning!”
“You have your own room!”
Yunho hid his video game under his blanket.
“I couldn’t sleep and I saw that the light in your room was still on…” Junsu’s voice trailed off.
Yunho scrambled off his bed to kneel by Changmin’s, looking up at the maknae with wide, innocent eyes.
“He asked me to play just one round, and he was so cute I couldn’t say ‘no’. Just one round, okay? We’ll keep it down, I promise, and we’ll go to bed right after.”
Changmin sat up and glared at the other two members.
“Your ‘cutie’ faces don’t work on me. Sleep. Now!”
===
Drabble #3 -
The one in which Junsu is not the older brother of DBSK.
When they got off the plane in Saipan, Yunho had turned to two youngest members and very seriously placed Junsu’s hand in Changmin’s.
“Don’t let him wander off, and watch over him when he talks to strangers,” he’d said to Changmin, holding tightly onto their joined hands. To Junsu, he’d only said: “Be good.”
At the time, Changmin had merely rolled his eyes and mumbled something sarcastic under his breath.
But this morning when Changmin entered the dining room of the hotel, he found Junsu holding court with a pod of foreign tourists. Junsu was, apparently, trying to explain the excitement of palm trees using some strange mix of Korean, Japanese, English, and severely inappropriate looking hand gestures. Changmin had no idea what Junsu was supposed to convey with that last one, but he sure hoped that it wasn’t what it looked like.
“Changmin-ah! Let’s take these girls to the sand bar with the really, really big and curvy palm tree! Remember, we saw it on the way in last night!” Junsu beamed at him.
“Hyung…” Changmin took in the giggling and blushing girls, the vaguely scandalized-looking grandma just behind them… “They do know you’re only talking about trees, right?”
===
Drabble #4 -
The one in which Yoochun is not the Oldest Brother of DBSK.
"I'm making instant noodles. Come eat with me," said Yoochun as he shuffled through the living room on his way to the kitchen.
"In a minute…" Changmin mumbled, most of his focus on the tv screen where his character was racing Junsu's for first place.
Yoochun reached around Junsu to press the "start" button on his controller, pausing the game.
"Come now," he whined, rubbing his cheek against Junsu's hair. "I'm lonely."
His concentration broken, Junsu finally turned to Yoochun with a bright smile and a ready "okay", but Changmin stopped him with a stern hand on this thigh.
"First, Yoochun, that's rude. And, Junsu? You're on a diet. You're not allowed to eat after nine."
Junsu's mouth made a little 'O' as he remembered his orders and he settled back into the couch cushions to resume his game.
"Sorry, Yoochunnie, he's right."
Yoochun pouted.
He nudged Junsu's shoulder.
He patted Junsu's hair forlornly.
"Really? You're not going to eat with me? Will you at least come with me to the kitchen?"
Before Junsu could speak, Changmin leaned over and shoved Yoochun off the couch.
"Stop tempting him, you bully. You're a big boy now; you can eat by yourself."
===
Drabble #5 -
The one in which Changmin finally gets to be the Baby of DBSK.
While it was true that there was nothing Changmin didn't eat, it wouldn't be quite fair to say that Changmin liked eating everything. For example, he wasn’t particularly fond of bean sprouts. He felt silly complaining about them because they didn’t really have any flavour and their texture wasn’t particularly weird or disgusting. In fact, there was nothing specific he could pinpoint about bean sprouts that were so hateful, but he just didn’t like them.
Which wasn’t to say that he didn’t eat them.
When he had to be polite.
At first, Changmin didn’t notice when the side dishes at dinner started being placed in very specific spots. It wasn’t until one random night when they had been able to get off work early enough to eat at this hole-in-the-wall shop around the corner that Changmin noticed Jaejoong intercepting the waiter when he served the side dishes. With a nonchalant air, Jaejoong took the sprouts and switched them out for the cucumber that had already been placed in front of Yunho.
Yunho had smiled knowingly at Changmin and discreetly pulled the sprout dish out of Changmin’s line of sight.
A little embarrassed, but thankful to his hyung-deul for handling his pickiness in such a delicate manner, Changmin thought maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the youngest.
This thought lasted right up until they arrived in Japan and Yoochun asked: “How do you say ‘hold the bean sprouts?” Which was followed immediately by Junsu bellowing: “Changminnie is afraid of them.”
===
(as far as i know, changmin doesn't have a thing against bean sprouts. ^^;;; sorry~~ just made it up! but it's conceivable that he's the type to eat everything regardless of whether or not he likes it because he's a well-brought-up little boy... so who knows what he does or doesn't like to eat? ^_^)
Disclaimer: clearly i don't own any boys... not intended to hurt or harm, just for fun.
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
People: DBSK - all five boys
Pairing: OT5-family
Warnings: none, except for... my ridiculouslessness? ^O^;;;
Drabble #1 -
The one in which Jaejoong is not the Mommy of DBSK.
Yunho found Jaejoong sprawled on the ground, half in the hallway and half in the kitchen… with a Changmin attached to the kitchen end.
“Take it!” Changmin bellowed.
“No! I don’t want it!” Jaejoong replied in like volume.
Yunho blinked.
“Wow, this is inappropriate…” he said.
“You can’t make me!” Jaejoong wailed… and flailed, almost kicking Changmin in the crotch.
“Extra inappropriate,” said Yunho.
Changmin managed to crawl up Jaejoong’s body to sit squarely on his back and pin him down.
“I’m bigger than you so I can too ‘make you’. I don’t care if you don’t like the taste. It’s for your own good and you’ll thank me for it later. Now open your mouth!”
“Kinky,” Yunho muttered, craning his neck for a better view of the action.
“You’re not my mother,” Jaejoong said petulantly, hiding his face against the floor.
“*You’re* supposed to be the mother here, so suck it up and act like it!”
Yunho thought that maybe this wasn’t going where he’d originally thought it was going… unless there was something he didn’t know about his boys.
“It’s just a sniffle…”
“I have to stand next to you fourteen hours a day. Take your damn medicine!”
===
Drabble #2 -
The one in which Yunho is not the Daddy of DBSK.
Generally, Changmin was one of the last ones to go to bed. So it was very rare that he’d be kept awake by one of the other members puttering about. Thus he kind of thought that he might actually be dreaming when he opened his eyes to see Junsu and Yunho curled up on Yunho’s bed playing on their DSes.
“Are you guys serious?” he asked. “It’s 4am…”
The only answer he received was the sound of fingers jabbing at buttons.
Changmin threw his pillow at the pair, smacking Junsu in the face.
“Hey! I was winning!”
“You have your own room!”
Yunho hid his video game under his blanket.
“I couldn’t sleep and I saw that the light in your room was still on…” Junsu’s voice trailed off.
Yunho scrambled off his bed to kneel by Changmin’s, looking up at the maknae with wide, innocent eyes.
“He asked me to play just one round, and he was so cute I couldn’t say ‘no’. Just one round, okay? We’ll keep it down, I promise, and we’ll go to bed right after.”
Changmin sat up and glared at the other two members.
“Your ‘cutie’ faces don’t work on me. Sleep. Now!”
===
Drabble #3 -
The one in which Junsu is not the older brother of DBSK.
When they got off the plane in Saipan, Yunho had turned to two youngest members and very seriously placed Junsu’s hand in Changmin’s.
“Don’t let him wander off, and watch over him when he talks to strangers,” he’d said to Changmin, holding tightly onto their joined hands. To Junsu, he’d only said: “Be good.”
At the time, Changmin had merely rolled his eyes and mumbled something sarcastic under his breath.
But this morning when Changmin entered the dining room of the hotel, he found Junsu holding court with a pod of foreign tourists. Junsu was, apparently, trying to explain the excitement of palm trees using some strange mix of Korean, Japanese, English, and severely inappropriate looking hand gestures. Changmin had no idea what Junsu was supposed to convey with that last one, but he sure hoped that it wasn’t what it looked like.
“Changmin-ah! Let’s take these girls to the sand bar with the really, really big and curvy palm tree! Remember, we saw it on the way in last night!” Junsu beamed at him.
“Hyung…” Changmin took in the giggling and blushing girls, the vaguely scandalized-looking grandma just behind them… “They do know you’re only talking about trees, right?”
===
Drabble #4 -
The one in which Yoochun is not the Oldest Brother of DBSK.
"I'm making instant noodles. Come eat with me," said Yoochun as he shuffled through the living room on his way to the kitchen.
"In a minute…" Changmin mumbled, most of his focus on the tv screen where his character was racing Junsu's for first place.
Yoochun reached around Junsu to press the "start" button on his controller, pausing the game.
"Come now," he whined, rubbing his cheek against Junsu's hair. "I'm lonely."
His concentration broken, Junsu finally turned to Yoochun with a bright smile and a ready "okay", but Changmin stopped him with a stern hand on this thigh.
"First, Yoochun, that's rude. And, Junsu? You're on a diet. You're not allowed to eat after nine."
Junsu's mouth made a little 'O' as he remembered his orders and he settled back into the couch cushions to resume his game.
"Sorry, Yoochunnie, he's right."
Yoochun pouted.
He nudged Junsu's shoulder.
He patted Junsu's hair forlornly.
"Really? You're not going to eat with me? Will you at least come with me to the kitchen?"
Before Junsu could speak, Changmin leaned over and shoved Yoochun off the couch.
"Stop tempting him, you bully. You're a big boy now; you can eat by yourself."
===
Drabble #5 -
The one in which Changmin finally gets to be the Baby of DBSK.
While it was true that there was nothing Changmin didn't eat, it wouldn't be quite fair to say that Changmin liked eating everything. For example, he wasn’t particularly fond of bean sprouts. He felt silly complaining about them because they didn’t really have any flavour and their texture wasn’t particularly weird or disgusting. In fact, there was nothing specific he could pinpoint about bean sprouts that were so hateful, but he just didn’t like them.
Which wasn’t to say that he didn’t eat them.
When he had to be polite.
At first, Changmin didn’t notice when the side dishes at dinner started being placed in very specific spots. It wasn’t until one random night when they had been able to get off work early enough to eat at this hole-in-the-wall shop around the corner that Changmin noticed Jaejoong intercepting the waiter when he served the side dishes. With a nonchalant air, Jaejoong took the sprouts and switched them out for the cucumber that had already been placed in front of Yunho.
Yunho had smiled knowingly at Changmin and discreetly pulled the sprout dish out of Changmin’s line of sight.
A little embarrassed, but thankful to his hyung-deul for handling his pickiness in such a delicate manner, Changmin thought maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the youngest.
This thought lasted right up until they arrived in Japan and Yoochun asked: “How do you say ‘hold the bean sprouts?” Which was followed immediately by Junsu bellowing: “Changminnie is afraid of them.”
===
(as far as i know, changmin doesn't have a thing against bean sprouts. ^^;;; sorry~~ just made it up! but it's conceivable that he's the type to eat everything regardless of whether or not he likes it because he's a well-brought-up little boy... so who knows what he does or doesn't like to eat? ^_^)