[fic]Potatoes and YunJae Chapter 3
Chapter 3. This is more about YooSu ^_^ than it is about YunJae.
The YooSu is inspired by and dedicated to Farah drtrypanophobic
"Here's your YooSu fluff. Hope it's alright ^^"
Chapter 3
Something very strange is happening to Jaejoong.
The first thing he notices is that his hand is bright green. He looks in the mirror that is hanging on his bedroom wall. His face is green. His hair is green. He is green all over.
Is Kim Jaejoong the Incredible Hulk now?
Jaejoong is torn between freaking out and rushing out to buy a new wardrobe. Some colours just don’t go with green. ‘I don’t think I’ll tell anyone,’ he thinks to himself. ‘If I don’t say anything, they won’t notice.’
Junsu pokes his head around the bedroom door. “Oh that’s where my night light went” says Junsu as he strolled in, grabbed his night light and walks out, humming a song Yoochun had composed for him last night.
Jaejoong stares at the mirror again, blinks twice and contemplates dyeing his hair strawberry blond.
After ten minutes staring at his hair (and face), Jaejoong goes to the kitchen to knock back some sanity into his mind. He sees Yoochun baking a cake.
Then he notices that his clothes are getting too big.
“My trousers are all stretching or something,” says Jaejoong. “I’m tripping on them all the time.”
“You trip on your feet, even with no pants on,” points out Yoochun, looking into the oven. “I do hope this cake isn’t going to fall.”
“And my sleeves come down way below my hands,” says Jaejoong. “So my shirts must be stretching too.”
“But you only wear short sleeves and too tight singlets,” replies Yoochun, his face pressed up against the oven door.
Jaejoong makes a sound of indignation and pouts, crossing his arms, the too-long sleeves entangled in each other.
“Now would you look at that,” says Yoochun. “I just don’t know why this cake isn’t rising the way it should. Your cakes are always nice. They always rise.”
Jaejoong throws up his hands, the sleeves waving in the air. He walks out of the kitchen, tripping on his trousers, which indeed did seem to be getting longer and longer.
He goes and find Yunho, maybe he’ll pay more attention the mystery of the shrinking Jaejoong.
Turns out the pants that made him trip every effing single time hasn’t been altered by the tailor yet. Those foreign-branded pants that were more suited for those tall Westerners..humph.
And he should never have put those polo tees into the washing machine.
“You have to hand wash them, JaeJae. The care label says hand wash only,” Yunho explains patiently.
Jaejoong smiles into his pout to give a smiley pout then pouts into his smile to give a pouty smile and bats his eyelashes some more.
Yunho just smiles his own blinding billion mega-watt smile and they spend the afternoon in smiling silence.
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Yoochun’s cake isn’t as nice as Jaejoong’s but it does rise in the end and Yoochun deems it satisfactory enough to be served to Junsu.
The cake has coconut cream in its centre and natto decorating it with whipped cream.
Changmin stares at the cake, half in disgust and half in wonder and follows Yoochun carrying the cake. He gets the door slammed in his half-disgusted face as Yoochun shuts the bedroom door and locks it with a clear click.
Junsu is sitting on the bed, his back towards the door.
Yoochun is staring at a yellow lump and he nearly drops the cake in his hands in surprise.
“Junsu? Is that you?” asks Yoochun and the yellow lump turns to face him.
Yoochun thinks he has just died of fluffiness and gone to Pikachu heaven.
“Of course it’s me, silly. You like it?” says Pikachu Junsu as he hops up, all perky ears and bouncy tail, and inspects the cake in Yoochun’s hand.
Yoochun clutches harder to the cake tray and hopes he doesn’t melt into a pile of fluffy mush.
“You have a cake. Oooooh, natto AND whipped cream. Did you bake this? For me?” Junsu states and coos and squeals in one breath.
Yoochun just nods like the pile of fluffy mush he is.
“Why are you wearing a Pikachu costume, Su?” asks Yoochun, grinning and shivering at the same time. Is it wrong to be turned on even when your insides are dead from too much cuteness?
“It’s for sleeping. They’re comfortable. And cute. Aren’t they cute?” says Junsu simply as he turns around in a circle, and just to prove his point, the bouncy tail bounces along from his bouncy not-so-little butt.
‘That is so fucking hot in a cute way or is it That is so fucking cute in a hot way’ Yoochun thinks. “They look so fucking hot on you,” Yoochun blurts out.
He strides to the bedside table, puts down the cake and moves towards Junsu.
The cake can wait.
“You’re so soft and warm all over,” murmurs Yoochun into yellow cotton as he rubs his hands up and down Junsu’s back.
“Just so you know, I bought you a rabbit suit. Wanna try it on?”
Yoochun snuggles his head more comfortably against Pikachu Junsu’s neck. He half-closes his eyes. “Go on,” he says dreamily.
Junsu glances up at his boyfriend happily. He gently extracts himself from Yoochun’s arms, goes to the closet and brings out a pink bunny suit, complete with a puffy bunny tail.
How cute they looked as a couple, Junsu thinks as he admires their reflection in the mirror. Standing side by side with their hands entwined, identical foolish grins on their faces, Yoochun and Junsu stares into the mirror, making heart-shaped eyes at each other.
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A/N: I think I didn't mention anything bout potatoes in this chapter rite? LOL
At least, there's a bit of YunJae AND fluffy!YooSu....XD
*bows* I swear this story will make sense or not but this IS a cracktastic chaptered story so please bear with me?
★comments please?★
The YooSu is inspired by and dedicated to Farah drtrypanophobic
"Here's your YooSu fluff. Hope it's alright ^^"
Chapter 3
Something very strange is happening to Jaejoong.
The first thing he notices is that his hand is bright green. He looks in the mirror that is hanging on his bedroom wall. His face is green. His hair is green. He is green all over.
Is Kim Jaejoong the Incredible Hulk now?
Jaejoong is torn between freaking out and rushing out to buy a new wardrobe. Some colours just don’t go with green. ‘I don’t think I’ll tell anyone,’ he thinks to himself. ‘If I don’t say anything, they won’t notice.’
Junsu pokes his head around the bedroom door. “Oh that’s where my night light went” says Junsu as he strolled in, grabbed his night light and walks out, humming a song Yoochun had composed for him last night.
Jaejoong stares at the mirror again, blinks twice and contemplates dyeing his hair strawberry blond.
After ten minutes staring at his hair (and face), Jaejoong goes to the kitchen to knock back some sanity into his mind. He sees Yoochun baking a cake.
Then he notices that his clothes are getting too big.
“My trousers are all stretching or something,” says Jaejoong. “I’m tripping on them all the time.”
“You trip on your feet, even with no pants on,” points out Yoochun, looking into the oven. “I do hope this cake isn’t going to fall.”
“And my sleeves come down way below my hands,” says Jaejoong. “So my shirts must be stretching too.”
“But you only wear short sleeves and too tight singlets,” replies Yoochun, his face pressed up against the oven door.
Jaejoong makes a sound of indignation and pouts, crossing his arms, the too-long sleeves entangled in each other.
“Now would you look at that,” says Yoochun. “I just don’t know why this cake isn’t rising the way it should. Your cakes are always nice. They always rise.”
Jaejoong throws up his hands, the sleeves waving in the air. He walks out of the kitchen, tripping on his trousers, which indeed did seem to be getting longer and longer.
He goes and find Yunho, maybe he’ll pay more attention the mystery of the shrinking Jaejoong.
Turns out the pants that made him trip every effing single time hasn’t been altered by the tailor yet. Those foreign-branded pants that were more suited for those tall Westerners..humph.
And he should never have put those polo tees into the washing machine.
“You have to hand wash them, JaeJae. The care label says hand wash only,” Yunho explains patiently.
Jaejoong smiles into his pout to give a smiley pout then pouts into his smile to give a pouty smile and bats his eyelashes some more.
Yunho just smiles his own blinding billion mega-watt smile and they spend the afternoon in smiling silence.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~
Yoochun’s cake isn’t as nice as Jaejoong’s but it does rise in the end and Yoochun deems it satisfactory enough to be served to Junsu.
The cake has coconut cream in its centre and natto decorating it with whipped cream.
Changmin stares at the cake, half in disgust and half in wonder and follows Yoochun carrying the cake. He gets the door slammed in his half-disgusted face as Yoochun shuts the bedroom door and locks it with a clear click.
Junsu is sitting on the bed, his back towards the door.
Yoochun is staring at a yellow lump and he nearly drops the cake in his hands in surprise.
“Junsu? Is that you?” asks Yoochun and the yellow lump turns to face him.
Yoochun thinks he has just died of fluffiness and gone to Pikachu heaven.
“Of course it’s me, silly. You like it?” says Pikachu Junsu as he hops up, all perky ears and bouncy tail, and inspects the cake in Yoochun’s hand.
Yoochun clutches harder to the cake tray and hopes he doesn’t melt into a pile of fluffy mush.
“You have a cake. Oooooh, natto AND whipped cream. Did you bake this? For me?” Junsu states and coos and squeals in one breath.
Yoochun just nods like the pile of fluffy mush he is.
“Why are you wearing a Pikachu costume, Su?” asks Yoochun, grinning and shivering at the same time. Is it wrong to be turned on even when your insides are dead from too much cuteness?
“It’s for sleeping. They’re comfortable. And cute. Aren’t they cute?” says Junsu simply as he turns around in a circle, and just to prove his point, the bouncy tail bounces along from his bouncy not-so-little butt.
‘That is so fucking hot in a cute way or is it That is so fucking cute in a hot way’ Yoochun thinks. “They look so fucking hot on you,” Yoochun blurts out.
He strides to the bedside table, puts down the cake and moves towards Junsu.
The cake can wait.
“You’re so soft and warm all over,” murmurs Yoochun into yellow cotton as he rubs his hands up and down Junsu’s back.
“Just so you know, I bought you a rabbit suit. Wanna try it on?”
Yoochun snuggles his head more comfortably against Pikachu Junsu’s neck. He half-closes his eyes. “Go on,” he says dreamily.
Junsu glances up at his boyfriend happily. He gently extracts himself from Yoochun’s arms, goes to the closet and brings out a pink bunny suit, complete with a puffy bunny tail.
How cute they looked as a couple, Junsu thinks as he admires their reflection in the mirror. Standing side by side with their hands entwined, identical foolish grins on their faces, Yoochun and Junsu stares into the mirror, making heart-shaped eyes at each other.
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A/N: I think I didn't mention anything bout potatoes in this chapter rite? LOL
At least, there's a bit of YunJae AND fluffy!YooSu....XD
*bows* I swear this story will make sense or not but this IS a cracktastic chaptered story so please bear with me?
★comments please?★