1.26.09 Expectations
The apartment is dead silent when Jaejoong walks in and he gets a chill right down the center of his back.
It’s unsettling to say the least.
“Guys?”
No answer.
Jaejoong ventures in closer, trying to keep an eye on all 360o around his person as he creeps in.
“Su-yah?”
Nothing.
“Yunho?”
Silence.
“Chunface?”
Mum’s the word.
“…Min-monster?”
Not even cricket chirps.
Jaejoong scans all the corners of the room, eyes resting on the dark kitchen with a shaky little smile.
“Oh, c’mon guys. Don’t you think we’re a little old for cake-in-the-fa-“
He’s promptly cut off by said cake-to-the-face and wild choruses of “Happy Birthday!!!” (all three exclamation marks perfectly enunciated). There are four pairs of sexy, muscular arms firmly around him and messy bits of frosting and cake are getting everywhere, Jaejoong’s sure, but he doesn’t care. The whole thing- and the cake that’s slipped into his eyes- is enough to make him wibble and flail into a horrible mess.
“I hate you guys.”
“We love you too, Joongie~”
He’s not sure who said it- the words come all at once form them- but he appreciates it nonetheless and despite the howling, and pouting, and extra whining he does- it’s his birthday after all- he has to admit-
He loves the little idiots (which he’ll only tell them later, once they’ve cleaned up and he can pretend to think they’re asleep)