Mutiny
It’s a fine morning. But something is wrong with the world, Yunho’s sure of it.
It’s a fine morning.
But something is wrong with the world, Yunho’s sure of it.
First of all, it’s later than usual (fifteen whole minutes after eight! fifteen!).
Then Yunho, in his worry, quite literally tumbles out of bed. He meets the floor.
It doesn’t like him half so much as he likes it, but perhaps it’s just the type of wood. Bamboo can be pretty finicky. He’s not really sure about this ‘fact,’ but it sounds quite good half-awake.
The greatest of his worries, however, presents itself about five seconds after stepping out of his room.
The manager is discussing things with Changmin.
Their manager is discussing things with Changmin.
Not that Yunho minds of course. No, not at all. It doesn’t bother him one bit that Changmin is talking about their group scheduling and- didn’t Yunho used to do that?
Wasn’t he supposed to be the first to hear these things instead of the last?
And… did Changmin always have such a sinister aura?
Yunho gulps, thoughts orbiting around the odd lump of flesh that is his brain as hyper-speed. He makes his way to hopefully ninja a swift explanation from Junsu, or Jaejoong, or even sleepy Yoochun, any of them but-
Changmin turns and catches Yunho’s eye, gaze bright and crafty.
Yunho cringes.
Maybe Changmin wasn’t joking about the world domination thing.
Yunho really should have seen it coming.
It’s a fine morning.
But something is wrong with the world, Yunho’s sure of it.
First of all, it’s later than usual (fifteen whole minutes after eight! fifteen!).
Then Yunho, in his worry, quite literally tumbles out of bed. He meets the floor.
It doesn’t like him half so much as he likes it, but perhaps it’s just the type of wood. Bamboo can be pretty finicky. He’s not really sure about this ‘fact,’ but it sounds quite good half-awake.
The greatest of his worries, however, presents itself about five seconds after stepping out of his room.
The manager is discussing things with Changmin.
Their manager is discussing things with Changmin.
Not that Yunho minds of course. No, not at all. It doesn’t bother him one bit that Changmin is talking about their group scheduling and- didn’t Yunho used to do that?
Wasn’t he supposed to be the first to hear these things instead of the last?
And… did Changmin always have such a sinister aura?
Yunho gulps, thoughts orbiting around the odd lump of flesh that is his brain as hyper-speed. He makes his way to hopefully ninja a swift explanation from Junsu, or Jaejoong, or even sleepy Yoochun, any of them but-
Changmin turns and catches Yunho’s eye, gaze bright and crafty.
Yunho cringes.
Maybe Changmin wasn’t joking about the world domination thing.
Yunho really should have seen it coming.