Teasing Melodies
Pairing: Homin, Yoosu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The first time he saw him, he just knew. Love at first sight. But Yunho isn't the one to be gay. Never. And Changmin has a plan. That'll change things for better or worse.
a/n: Um, a long time since I posted. I hope I didn't fail ;~;
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The first time he saw him, he just knew. Love at first sight.
His first impression of him was cute; utterly adorable. Big doe eyes that you can’t resist falling into, chubby cheeks that you want to pinch, pink plump lips that you just can’t resist kissing, and mile long legs that are just plain sexy.
Their first meeting, in the practice room of SMent, a few lingering touches, glancing eyes, teasing smiles, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, and an expression that shows their emotion.
He acts coolly, like the way he acts with the ladies.
He is, Jung Yunho after all.
He smirks and squeals inwardly when he saw his boyfriend-to-be blush like a love struck high school girl. Which is kind of cute really. He has to thank Jaejoong for this. And Junsu.
He has a feeling that his life just got more interesting than ever.
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Changmin rolls his eyes and pouts when once again; he was banned from something, and he didn’t even know what he did! He watches Jaejoong (who he likes to call umma) walk back and forth muttering about incompetent magnaes that should know their place. He just fidgets in his place, bouncing on his heels, smiling adorably and tries to act as the cute, innocent magnae. That is his image after all. His other two hyungs were on the couch, playing some video games while smirking at him. Bastards.
And his their band leader (aka the only reason why he’s in this band in the first place) was nowhere to be found!
…Okay. He might have a teensy weensy crush on the leader. A little.
But it was like incest! Changmin’s eyes widen a bit at the thought. He was the band appa and I’m like his son. I-it’s gross!
“Jaejoongie-umma!” Changmin calls out. He knows how much Jaejoong hates being called umma. Which is why he’s calling him that right now. “Yoochunnie and Susu were being mean to me,” He pouts and adds huge, watery eyes as last touches. And yes, without the honorifics. If they want to be called hyungs, they should act like one.
Jaejoong snaps his head at the direction of the couple, narrows his eyes and the two let out a squeak, taking a full moment to glare at Changmin.
“How many times have I told you to not pick on the youngest!” He shouts.
“B-but we didn’t do it!” Yoochun splutters indignantly. “he-he… hyung!”
“You know how a devious brat he can be-is.” Junsu defends themselves.
“I’m only 17!” Changmin says eyes wide with innocence.
Jaejoong nods in agreement while Junsu counters with an “I’m only 19!”
Changmin snorts in amusement.
Jaejoong shakes his head and tells him gently, “Junsu-ah, Changmin is younger than you. Our baby.”
Changmin frowns at the word baby while Yoochun and Junsu snickers.
“Yeah, a baby,” Yoochun laughs, “Why don’t we wrap him in a diaper and make him suck on a pacifier.”
“Hey, that rhymes.” He comments randomly.
They all roll their eyes at him and Changmin yells, “Yunho-hyung!” His voice echoing in the apartment.
Silence.
“Here!” He shouts out, unsuspecting, head turning to different directions before he spots them in the kitchen.
“So,” He starts, a hand scratching the back of his neck (one of his new habits) with a sheepish grin.
“Junsu and Yoochun were being mean to me,” Changmin informs him, doing the trick he did with Jaejoong to him.
“Uh,” Yunho says. “Yoochun, Jaejoong stop bullying him,”
Jaejoong glares at him while Junsu shrieks with glee.
“Hyung, I meant Junsu.”
“Oh, yeah,” He says again. “Stop it.”
“Stop what, hyung?” Junsu asks, giggling.
“That,”
“That?”
“Yes, that.” Yunho says exasperatedly.
“What?” Yoochun joins in the teasing.
Changmin feels a bit mad at them for picking on his Yunnie. That’s right. His.
“Guys, stop it.” He says.
“No way,” Yoochun replies laughing, “This is just way too much fun.”
Even Jaejoong grins and agrees with them.
“I mean, look at him.” Jaejoong says. “He just wants to be teased.”
“I do not!” Yunho pouts childishly.
“Awww, he’s pouting!” They coo while Yunho sulks even more. Changmin glances at him and blushes at him. He’s so cute! He squeals inwardly.
“Wait,” Junsu interrupts him from his Homin land. “Did Changmin just squeal?”
They stare at him like he has another grown head.
“What.” He asks. “Is it wrong for a man to squeal?”
Yunho shakes his head and feebly says, “It’s not that Min-ah, it’s just we’re happy that we finally have a magnae.” who acts like one
The rest of his words are unsaid, but Changmin catches all of it. He narrows his eyes, and instantly perks up.
“Oh, umma! You remember the mirror you bought last year? The really expensive one? With the gold and everything?” He sees Yoochun and Junsu visibly sweating in the corner of his eyes. Jaejoong nods stiffly, he still remembers. His beloved mirror. He stifles a sob and gestures for Changmin to continue.
“Well, when I was studying, I heard some sort of ruckus in your bedroom, where your mirror was, and I saw Yoochun and Junsu hyung playing soccer.” He tells. He would tell his beloved umma that Yunho stained his one of a kind Prada bag, but he wouldn’t dare to hurt his love ones-or, send them in their doom.
Jaejoong slowly but stiffly cranes his head to face them, just to see them inch towards the door. The eldest somehow manages to conjure a bunch of forks in his hands and began to throw them at his target.
“Come back here you little brats!!!” Jaejoong yells, holding out a pan. He runs after the idiots, all the way screaming death threats and how they’ll be chopped to death, dusted back, sliced, boiled and served.
Changmin shivered. He had forgotten how scary his hyung can be at times. He yelps when a finger pokes him in the shoulder.
Yunho chuckles behind him and asks, “Why didn’t you tell him about the time I ruined his… bag or whatever.”
Changmin shrugs, placing a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the way Yunho stiffens and the brief second his heart stopped.
“I don’t know,” He says honestly, “but I guess you owe me something now,” he winks and saunters away, making sure his hips sway more than usual.
Yunho massages him temples, frowning and heaves a sigh. He was likely going to get wrinkles if Changmin keeps this up.
///
Changmin giggles, kicking his feet in the air as he chats with someone on the phone.
“I know. This is going to be so much fun! I can’t wait to see the look on his face when… what? Now?” He whines, “But I was just getting started!”
He pouts, “Fine, fine. But you better help me. It’ll both be beneficial to both of us.” He cackles evilly.
Junsu shivers, hair standing at the back of his neck, wondering what Changmin was up to. Oh, well. If it didn’t involve him, why should he have any concerns?
“Junsu-hyung,” Changmin calls to him sweetly when he spots him.
Junsu raises an eyebrow, “What’d ya want, punk?”
“Aw,” He pouts, “What’s with the attitude?”
“You sold Yoochun and I out.” Junsu tells him flatly, “When you promised you wouldn’t!”
“Well, I guess that makes me a liar, doesn’t it?” He says nonchalantly.
“Listen, hyung,” He continues, unfazed by Junsu’s glare. “I know about the crush you have on Chun,”
Junsu turns scarlet and stammers, “I-I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Changmin chuckles, almost diabolically. “Junsu, Junsu, Junsu.” He sighs, “Dear, Junsu”
“Would you cut the crap and get on with it already?”
Changmin rolls his eyes, “Sheesh, someone’s PMSing today.”
Junsu sighs, “What do you want.”
“Same thing like you, him.” Changmin answers.
Even if Changmin didn’t tell him his name, he knows. Everyone knows it. Except the leader himself, being the clueless idiot that he really is.
“You know, he’ll just spend praying and sprinkling holy water on you,” He chuckles at the thought.
“Whatever,” Changmin snaps, “I just want him, alright?”
Junsu thinks of coming up with a comeback, but he simply nods his head and turns on his heels, muttering something under his breath. But Changmin seems to have super hearing since he chucks a pillow at him. Junsu merely dodges it and runs, cackling.
“Tch, look’s who is PMS-ing now,” he snickers.
///
“Are you sure about this?” Junsu asks for the umpteenth time.
“Yes,” Changmin sighs, “Now will you just get on with it and fucking kiss me already!?”
Junsu frowns, “But it’ll be just like kissing your own baby brother. It’s gross and… disturbing.”
“Do you think I want to do this?”
Junsu nods and yelps in pain when a hand smacks him on the head.
He glares, “What was that for?!”
“For being so conceited,” Changmin tells him, “Not everyone wants you, you know.”
Junsu pouts and blinks, “Hey, I could use that as a pun. Not everyone wants you, u-know.” He giggles and by-passers give them weird looks.
“I don’t know him at all,” Changmin says.
///
“Okay,” Junsu says to himself. “Just think of him as Chunnie. Just, not as cute, handsome, sexy… charming…” he sighs dreamily.
“I’m still here, you know.” Changmin interrupts him. “And don’t think of the pun,” he glares when Junsu opens his mouth.
Junsu pouts, “Changmin, I can’t do it, I just can’t.”
Changmin sighs, “Hyung, please?”
He gives him his trademark puppy eyes.
Junsu instantly relents, “Fine,”
///
That is why when the three oldest members come home, that they see the youngest members making out on the couch.
Jaejoong is the first one to see them.
Changmin is sitting on Junsu’s lap, arms around his neck, kissing him like his life depended on it. Which, it kinda is. His love life. While Junsu, his face is disoriented, but luckily, his face is blocked. He still had the odyssey to put his arms around Changmin’s slim waist, though.
Jaejoong steps one foot in the room, and his mouth drops open, looking from Junsu to Changmin and walks out.
“Yah! Junsu’s feeling up the baby!” He shouts, cackling with mirth. Almost instantly, a chorus of laughter booms through the apartment (It sounds forced though).
Changmin stops kissing Junsu and stomps on his foot.
“Look what you did!” He accuses, ignoring the flash of pain that appeared on Junsu’s face; even though he was the one who suggested this plan in the first place. When he vocalizes this, Changmin simply harrumphs and walks away.
“Great,” He sighs as he slides onto the floor, “Now they think Changmin and I are dating,”
---Flashback---
“You’re the girl.” They tell each other.
“No, I’m not! You are!” They glare.
“Hyung,” Changmin sighs, blatantly ignoring Junsu’s gasp of: hyung?! “I’m not going to be the girl in the relationship. Fans already deemed me as the girly, innocent and squeal-ish one in fanfictions.”
“Who says there’s gonna be a relationship?” Junsu asks, “And you read fanfictions?”
“Yes, what do you think I do in my free time? Dressing up dolls?” Changmon snorts.
“They’re action figures. ACTION FIGURES.” Junsu protests.
“Whatever,”
“Quick! They’re coming!” Junsu gasps, hearing the loud bang of the front door and the yell of: We’re home~! “What are we supposed to do?!”
“What we’re supposed to do, Einstein.” Changmin snaps. He seems to snap at everyone the past few days. He sighs. And a lot of sighing too. He looks at Junsu’s crest fallen face and says:
“Hyung, get on my lap.”
“What.” Junsu deadpans. “Changmin, I’m not the girl for god’s sake."
Outside the door, they hear a soft patter of feet and Junsu hurriedly pulls Changmin on his lap.
“Hyu-“ and Junsu seals his mouth in a kiss.
---End of flashback---
And when they’re all in the living room; the others teasing them, asking if they’re a couple or not, which they denied, of course. And somehow, it all ends in a pillow fight.
“It always ends with a pillow fight,” Yoochun complains.
Jaejoong laughs, covering his mouth and asks Changmin what does he want to eat. He is still his baby, after all. And a growing boy.
“He doesn’t need to eat. If he keeps growing, he’ll outgrow us---even more.” Junsu pouts and whines.
Changmin ignores their complaints and smiles brightly. “I want to eat boiled duck today.”
No one notice Junsu shiver in fright.
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Uh, anyone wants this to be chaptered? No?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The first time he saw him, he just knew. Love at first sight. But Yunho isn't the one to be gay. Never. And Changmin has a plan. That'll change things for better or worse.
a/n: Um, a long time since I posted. I hope I didn't fail ;~;
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The first time he saw him, he just knew. Love at first sight.
His first impression of him was cute; utterly adorable. Big doe eyes that you can’t resist falling into, chubby cheeks that you want to pinch, pink plump lips that you just can’t resist kissing, and mile long legs that are just plain sexy.
Their first meeting, in the practice room of SMent, a few lingering touches, glancing eyes, teasing smiles, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, and an expression that shows their emotion.
He acts coolly, like the way he acts with the ladies.
He is, Jung Yunho after all.
He smirks and squeals inwardly when he saw his boyfriend-to-be blush like a love struck high school girl. Which is kind of cute really. He has to thank Jaejoong for this. And Junsu.
He has a feeling that his life just got more interesting than ever.
///
Changmin rolls his eyes and pouts when once again; he was banned from something, and he didn’t even know what he did! He watches Jaejoong (who he likes to call umma) walk back and forth muttering about incompetent magnaes that should know their place. He just fidgets in his place, bouncing on his heels, smiling adorably and tries to act as the cute, innocent magnae. That is his image after all. His other two hyungs were on the couch, playing some video games while smirking at him. Bastards.
And his their band leader (aka the only reason why he’s in this band in the first place) was nowhere to be found!
…Okay. He might have a teensy weensy crush on the leader. A little.
But it was like incest! Changmin’s eyes widen a bit at the thought. He was the band appa and I’m like his son. I-it’s gross!
“Jaejoongie-umma!” Changmin calls out. He knows how much Jaejoong hates being called umma. Which is why he’s calling him that right now. “Yoochunnie and Susu were being mean to me,” He pouts and adds huge, watery eyes as last touches. And yes, without the honorifics. If they want to be called hyungs, they should act like one.
Jaejoong snaps his head at the direction of the couple, narrows his eyes and the two let out a squeak, taking a full moment to glare at Changmin.
“How many times have I told you to not pick on the youngest!” He shouts.
“B-but we didn’t do it!” Yoochun splutters indignantly. “he-he… hyung!”
“You know how a devious brat he can be-is.” Junsu defends themselves.
“I’m only 17!” Changmin says eyes wide with innocence.
Jaejoong nods in agreement while Junsu counters with an “I’m only 19!”
Changmin snorts in amusement.
Jaejoong shakes his head and tells him gently, “Junsu-ah, Changmin is younger than you. Our baby.”
Changmin frowns at the word baby while Yoochun and Junsu snickers.
“Yeah, a baby,” Yoochun laughs, “Why don’t we wrap him in a diaper and make him suck on a pacifier.”
“Hey, that rhymes.” He comments randomly.
They all roll their eyes at him and Changmin yells, “Yunho-hyung!” His voice echoing in the apartment.
Silence.
“Here!” He shouts out, unsuspecting, head turning to different directions before he spots them in the kitchen.
“So,” He starts, a hand scratching the back of his neck (one of his new habits) with a sheepish grin.
“Junsu and Yoochun were being mean to me,” Changmin informs him, doing the trick he did with Jaejoong to him.
“Uh,” Yunho says. “Yoochun, Jaejoong stop bullying him,”
Jaejoong glares at him while Junsu shrieks with glee.
“Hyung, I meant Junsu.”
“Oh, yeah,” He says again. “Stop it.”
“Stop what, hyung?” Junsu asks, giggling.
“That,”
“That?”
“Yes, that.” Yunho says exasperatedly.
“What?” Yoochun joins in the teasing.
Changmin feels a bit mad at them for picking on his Yunnie. That’s right. His.
“Guys, stop it.” He says.
“No way,” Yoochun replies laughing, “This is just way too much fun.”
Even Jaejoong grins and agrees with them.
“I mean, look at him.” Jaejoong says. “He just wants to be teased.”
“I do not!” Yunho pouts childishly.
“Awww, he’s pouting!” They coo while Yunho sulks even more. Changmin glances at him and blushes at him. He’s so cute! He squeals inwardly.
“Wait,” Junsu interrupts him from his Homin land. “Did Changmin just squeal?”
They stare at him like he has another grown head.
“What.” He asks. “Is it wrong for a man to squeal?”
Yunho shakes his head and feebly says, “It’s not that Min-ah, it’s just we’re happy that we finally have a magnae.” who acts like one
The rest of his words are unsaid, but Changmin catches all of it. He narrows his eyes, and instantly perks up.
“Oh, umma! You remember the mirror you bought last year? The really expensive one? With the gold and everything?” He sees Yoochun and Junsu visibly sweating in the corner of his eyes. Jaejoong nods stiffly, he still remembers. His beloved mirror. He stifles a sob and gestures for Changmin to continue.
“Well, when I was studying, I heard some sort of ruckus in your bedroom, where your mirror was, and I saw Yoochun and Junsu hyung playing soccer.” He tells. He would tell his beloved umma that Yunho stained his one of a kind Prada bag, but he wouldn’t dare to hurt his love ones-or, send them in their doom.
Jaejoong slowly but stiffly cranes his head to face them, just to see them inch towards the door. The eldest somehow manages to conjure a bunch of forks in his hands and began to throw them at his target.
“Come back here you little brats!!!” Jaejoong yells, holding out a pan. He runs after the idiots, all the way screaming death threats and how they’ll be chopped to death, dusted back, sliced, boiled and served.
Changmin shivered. He had forgotten how scary his hyung can be at times. He yelps when a finger pokes him in the shoulder.
Yunho chuckles behind him and asks, “Why didn’t you tell him about the time I ruined his… bag or whatever.”
Changmin shrugs, placing a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the way Yunho stiffens and the brief second his heart stopped.
“I don’t know,” He says honestly, “but I guess you owe me something now,” he winks and saunters away, making sure his hips sway more than usual.
Yunho massages him temples, frowning and heaves a sigh. He was likely going to get wrinkles if Changmin keeps this up.
///
Changmin giggles, kicking his feet in the air as he chats with someone on the phone.
“I know. This is going to be so much fun! I can’t wait to see the look on his face when… what? Now?” He whines, “But I was just getting started!”
He pouts, “Fine, fine. But you better help me. It’ll both be beneficial to both of us.” He cackles evilly.
Junsu shivers, hair standing at the back of his neck, wondering what Changmin was up to. Oh, well. If it didn’t involve him, why should he have any concerns?
“Junsu-hyung,” Changmin calls to him sweetly when he spots him.
Junsu raises an eyebrow, “What’d ya want, punk?”
“Aw,” He pouts, “What’s with the attitude?”
“You sold Yoochun and I out.” Junsu tells him flatly, “When you promised you wouldn’t!”
“Well, I guess that makes me a liar, doesn’t it?” He says nonchalantly.
“Listen, hyung,” He continues, unfazed by Junsu’s glare. “I know about the crush you have on Chun,”
Junsu turns scarlet and stammers, “I-I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Changmin chuckles, almost diabolically. “Junsu, Junsu, Junsu.” He sighs, “Dear, Junsu”
“Would you cut the crap and get on with it already?”
Changmin rolls his eyes, “Sheesh, someone’s PMSing today.”
Junsu sighs, “What do you want.”
“Same thing like you, him.” Changmin answers.
Even if Changmin didn’t tell him his name, he knows. Everyone knows it. Except the leader himself, being the clueless idiot that he really is.
“You know, he’ll just spend praying and sprinkling holy water on you,” He chuckles at the thought.
“Whatever,” Changmin snaps, “I just want him, alright?”
Junsu thinks of coming up with a comeback, but he simply nods his head and turns on his heels, muttering something under his breath. But Changmin seems to have super hearing since he chucks a pillow at him. Junsu merely dodges it and runs, cackling.
“Tch, look’s who is PMS-ing now,” he snickers.
///
“Are you sure about this?” Junsu asks for the umpteenth time.
“Yes,” Changmin sighs, “Now will you just get on with it and fucking kiss me already!?”
Junsu frowns, “But it’ll be just like kissing your own baby brother. It’s gross and… disturbing.”
“Do you think I want to do this?”
Junsu nods and yelps in pain when a hand smacks him on the head.
He glares, “What was that for?!”
“For being so conceited,” Changmin tells him, “Not everyone wants you, you know.”
Junsu pouts and blinks, “Hey, I could use that as a pun. Not everyone wants you, u-know.” He giggles and by-passers give them weird looks.
“I don’t know him at all,” Changmin says.
///
“Okay,” Junsu says to himself. “Just think of him as Chunnie. Just, not as cute, handsome, sexy… charming…” he sighs dreamily.
“I’m still here, you know.” Changmin interrupts him. “And don’t think of the pun,” he glares when Junsu opens his mouth.
Junsu pouts, “Changmin, I can’t do it, I just can’t.”
Changmin sighs, “Hyung, please?”
He gives him his trademark puppy eyes.
Junsu instantly relents, “Fine,”
///
That is why when the three oldest members come home, that they see the youngest members making out on the couch.
Jaejoong is the first one to see them.
Changmin is sitting on Junsu’s lap, arms around his neck, kissing him like his life depended on it. Which, it kinda is. His love life. While Junsu, his face is disoriented, but luckily, his face is blocked. He still had the odyssey to put his arms around Changmin’s slim waist, though.
Jaejoong steps one foot in the room, and his mouth drops open, looking from Junsu to Changmin and walks out.
“Yah! Junsu’s feeling up the baby!” He shouts, cackling with mirth. Almost instantly, a chorus of laughter booms through the apartment (It sounds forced though).
Changmin stops kissing Junsu and stomps on his foot.
“Look what you did!” He accuses, ignoring the flash of pain that appeared on Junsu’s face; even though he was the one who suggested this plan in the first place. When he vocalizes this, Changmin simply harrumphs and walks away.
“Great,” He sighs as he slides onto the floor, “Now they think Changmin and I are dating,”
---Flashback---
“You’re the girl.” They tell each other.
“No, I’m not! You are!” They glare.
“Hyung,” Changmin sighs, blatantly ignoring Junsu’s gasp of: hyung?! “I’m not going to be the girl in the relationship. Fans already deemed me as the girly, innocent and squeal-ish one in fanfictions.”
“Who says there’s gonna be a relationship?” Junsu asks, “And you read fanfictions?”
“Yes, what do you think I do in my free time? Dressing up dolls?” Changmon snorts.
“They’re action figures. ACTION FIGURES.” Junsu protests.
“Whatever,”
“Quick! They’re coming!” Junsu gasps, hearing the loud bang of the front door and the yell of: We’re home~! “What are we supposed to do?!”
“What we’re supposed to do, Einstein.” Changmin snaps. He seems to snap at everyone the past few days. He sighs. And a lot of sighing too. He looks at Junsu’s crest fallen face and says:
“Hyung, get on my lap.”
“What.” Junsu deadpans. “Changmin, I’m not the girl for god’s sake."
Outside the door, they hear a soft patter of feet and Junsu hurriedly pulls Changmin on his lap.
“Hyu-“ and Junsu seals his mouth in a kiss.
---End of flashback---
And when they’re all in the living room; the others teasing them, asking if they’re a couple or not, which they denied, of course. And somehow, it all ends in a pillow fight.
“It always ends with a pillow fight,” Yoochun complains.
Jaejoong laughs, covering his mouth and asks Changmin what does he want to eat. He is still his baby, after all. And a growing boy.
“He doesn’t need to eat. If he keeps growing, he’ll outgrow us---even more.” Junsu pouts and whines.
Changmin ignores their complaints and smiles brightly. “I want to eat boiled duck today.”
No one notice Junsu shiver in fright.
///
Uh, anyone wants this to be chaptered? No?