A Futon, A Mistaken Identity, And One Really Lound Yoochun
“You’re not my mother Changmin!” Yoochun shouldn’t need Changmin’s permission for his ever decision.
“I should hope not, you would have given me a heart attack by now!” he plants his hands on his hips. How did Mama Park deal with this kid!?
The action makes Yoochun giggle to himself at the image of Changmin in a frilly pink apron. Yunho also pictures Changmin in an apron, but his version has the tall man in only an apron. Yunho blushes and Changmin sends him a glare, knowing exactly what his boyfriend is thinking.
“And you, get that thought out of you head, if anyone is wearing an apron in this relationship, it’s you!” Changmin snaps. Yunho blushes more and buries his face in one of the pillows on his futon. Yoochun squirmed in his seat next to Yunho, forced to picture such an image and feeling violated; like he was just forced to walk in on his parents having sex.
Changmin notices the effect on his friend and decides to torture him some more as punishment. He opens his mouth to speak, but Yoochun is ahead of him. Ears covered with his hands, he yells, “No more Changmin, you win, I’ll do whatever you say!”
Yoochun pouts for the rest of the afternoon, his hair is a mop of loose waves around his head and he can’t really see past the thick tendrils. Changmin and Yunho coo at him like newly appointed surrogate parents should and try to bribe cheer him up with a trip to the closest of haute couture and his favorite gourmet coffee and even to get him that special domo-kun plushie he really wants. But it was all useless; Yoochun was too upset to let himself be swayed by such cheap ploys. He really didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to get a haircut?
“I’m here~! Where are you guys? Hello~! Are you in the basement?” After a pitter patter and thumps down the stairs appeared a rather annoyed Junsu. “Why didn’t you guys answer me?”
Yunho pointed at the mass of messy hair and pouty lips. Changmin was kneeling in front of the man in some sort of puppy dog eyes staring contest.
“What the hell did the two of you do to my Chunnie?” Junsu yelled as he rushed to his boyfriend’s side and shoved Changmin out of the way. “Tokki? Wh-” Junsu never got to finish his sentence as the pouting mop launched itself at him; sending him to his back on the unforgiving floor.
“You’ll let me get a haircut, right?” He clutched at Junsu’s collar and the man below him was just able to see the face behind the hair.
“Why do you want to cut your hair? You know how we like it long.” Junsu tried to run his fingers through his favorite silky waves but Yoochun shot up and ran up the stairs out of the basement. One of the many doors in Yunho’s house could be heard closing with a slam.
“Oh great! How are we supposed to find him now?” Changmin complained. His boyfriend’s house really was ginormous.
“I am so lost right now.” Junsu picked himself up.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Changmin scoffed.
“Play nice you two. We have an upset Yoochun in my house and I don’t know what kind of damage he is capable of.” Yunho played the part of a good umma well. “Yoochun asked Changmin his opinion of him getting a haircut and Changmin forbade him from cutting his hair.”
“But why would he want to cut it? He looks so pretty like this. And why does Changmin have a say in this?”
“Please, talk about me some more like I’m not here.”
“Minmin.” Yunho warned.
Sigh. “Yoochun once let Mama Park cut his hair. He was depressed for months until it looked right again. This is why the boy owns so many hats!”
“Well, what did the hair cut look like?”
“No one really knows what the hair cut actually looked like; it’s the thing of myths, because all the human eye could focus on was Yoochun’s giant ass forehead. The thing is massive but somehow when his hair is long enough you can’t tell and he looks like a normal, proportional person.”
“So why does he want to cut his hair all of a sudden?” Junsu was hoping to find a happy Yoochun today; after all it was supposed to be a special day for his boyfriend.
“His idol mistook him for a girl.” Changmin explained plainly.
“Oh.” Not good.
“Yes, oh.”
When other children his age had pictures of H.O.T. and Fin.K.L. on his wall, Yoochun had prints of paintings from Renoir to Dali. And then there was his favorite contemporary Korean artist. The man was now a visiting lecturer at his university and during the Q&A portion earlier that day Yoochun bravely stood up to ask a question and was called a “young lady” in front of his entire class by the man he looked up to - a man who could do no wrong. So if Kang Jong Min said he was a girl, than it was Yoochun’s fault - or that was what he had told Changmin crying on the phone while dying from embarrassment earlier that day.
“Jesus Christ where is everyone? Are you in the sex dungeon? Why do we always hang out down there when there are so many nice sparkling things up here?” Jaejoong cursed a few more times as he made his way down to the basement.
“We have good memories in this sex dungeon baby,” Junsu said as he greeted his boyfriend with a kiss.
“And I don’t want you hormonal animals to break my parents sparkly thing up stairs,” added Yunho.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “So what’s with the banshee cries coming from way upstairs anyways?” The three other men looked to one another before tripping over themselves to make it up the stairs. Jaejoong, who had just arrived and had come all the way down stairs, pondered whether he should blindly follow the other men or stay where he was and wait for Yoochun to come by.
Who is that wailing anyways? They have a great vocal range. Not as crisp as Junsu’s moans and not as ethereal as his own voice, but definitely still impressive - almost sexy in its distraught. Jae settled down on the futon and was flipping through a magazine as he continued to wait for Yoochun and the others. The cries continued and if he was honest with himself, the goose bumps assailing his perfect skin was not from the draft. Those damn cries were getting to him. Who is this crazy person whose voice compelled him to care? That almost never happened unless Junsu or Yoochun - Yoochun still isn’t here…
“Oh my god my baby is in trouble!!!” Jae tossed the magazine (breaking the draft window - good riddance) and glided up the stairs in superhero fashion to rescue Yoochun. He soon found the others crowed around the door of one of the many guest rooms; the hard work of tracking down Yoochun and chasing the echoes of his sobs done by the others.
“Chunnie, stand back! I shall free you from your prison!” Jaejoong yelled as he rolled up his sleeves as fashionably as possible.
“Um hyung,” Yunho tapped on Jae’s shoulder. “He’s not trapped in there; he’s barricaded himself in there.”
He looked to Junsu for confirmation. “Yes sweetie, there’s a difference.”
“So why is he locking himself up and crying like a crazed ghost?” Jaejoong was thoroughly annoyed that his chance at being a hero was ruined.
“Kang Jong Min thought he was a girl and embarrassed him in front of his class so now he wants to get a haircut but I said he couldn’t.” Changmin explained
“But we like it long.”
“I know that, but you know how Chunnie gets; Kang Jong Min can do no wrong.”
“Yoochun, you giant foreheaded watermelon! Can’t you see that Kang Jong Min is a bald-headed, overrated artist who is just jealous of your beautiful hair?” Changmin roared at the still locked door.
“You really think my hair is beautiful?” Asked at sniffling Yoochun who was now standing behind Junsu, Jaejoong and Changmin who had pressed themselves against the door.
“What? But how- When did you get there?” Junsu asked
“Connecting bathroom door was unlocked.” Yunho motioned to the room next to the one Yoochun had been in, and it was in fact, a guest washroom.
“I forgot to lock the connecting door - I thought it was a closest.” Yoochun confessed sheepishly.
“Tokki, you don’t need to cut your hair because some ageing artist thought you were a girl.” Junsu tried to comfort him.
“If anything, it just proves how beautiful you really are.” Jae remarked.
“I should take be mistaken as a girl time after time, even by my idol, as a compliment?” Yoochun tilted his head in confusion.
“That logic does seem a little twisted.” Yunho agreed.
“The point is that you shouldn’t care what other people think of you, only what you think of yourself.” Changmin wrapped it up.
“And your boyfriends.” Jaejoong interjected. His and Junsu’s opinions are really the only ones that count.
“But then why could you forbid me to get my hair cut in the first place.” Yoochun asked his best friend, ignoring Jae.
“Shhh! We’ve resolved this.” Changmin said petting Yoochun’s soft hair.
“No we hav-Yes we have.” Yunho correct himself after the ‘no sex’ glares Changmin sent him.
“Cock slut.” Jae muttered.
“Shut up Jae!”
The next day
“Hey guys!’” Yoochun greets his friends at their usual eating spot on the university campus grounds before settling down between his boyfriends.
“You sure are happy.” Changmin commented skeptically.
“Feeling better?” Yunho asked.
“Yup! Kang Jong Min apologized for mistaking me for a girl yesterday. He said I was delicate looking for a guy so he was confused. He must have apologized a dozen times.” Yoochun laughed. “Oh! He even said that he wanted me to be a model for the new series of paintings that he’s working on!” Yoochun’s dimples were out in full force.
“What kind of paintings?” Jaejoong raised a brow, suspicions high.
“Well, his last works were of male nudes…” Yunho remembered from the exhibit Yoochun had dragged them all to this past summer.
“Yah! Park Yoochun! No modeling for you!” Junsu was scary hot when angry.
“Not one pose!” Jaejoong agreed.
“What did you say to me?” Yoochun stood up. “Was that an order?” He looked down his nose at them. The indignation!
“Chunnie-ah~ it’s not like that.” Jaejoong tried to calm the younger man down. When Yoochun huffed, he and Junsu shared a knowing look; we are so not getting laid tonight.
“Who’s the slut now?”
“I hate you Yunho - and I’m glad that I broke your basement window.”
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