Winner takes it all
Winner takes it all
Pg; Ot5
You can vibe without me if you want
I could be the one to take her home
Baby we could rock the night alone
Geek in the pink; Jason Mraz
JaeJoong comes in like the gush of autumn wind through the window. The end of his clothes flutters past Yoochun lightly as he takes his place at the seat behind said man. He looks excited Yoochun thinks, before pushing the glasses that had settled comfortable on his nose back to where it belong. “Spill, JaeJoong.” He can hear his own voice, hollow and light in the almost empty space.
He seems to have captured Changmin’s interest, before he knew it, the youngest had settled comfortably on the spot beside his leg. “It’s hyung for you, Park Yoochun.” Yoochun knows he is joking with the cheeky beam on his face. “I am going to break the world record.”
Changmin was usually a rather detached man. In the sense that the other four could be having a fantastic orgy right in front of him, he wouldn’t even give a damn, but this, this was going too far. “I will break the world record.” JaeJoong says again, his voice determined in the wrong kind of way, Changmin turns to look at leader ssi, whose ears had perked up, he could almost see the thought scribbled on his face if only JaeJoong would be as determined as he was when required to dance and Changmin flashed him a pretty smile.
“Really JaeJoong?” he hears Yoochun hiss, the man was well known for his scale of perfect 10 on the level of cleanliness, Changmin almost applauded him for being able to tolerate this… this monstrosity for the past four days. “By not bathing? Are you serious? Do they even have a record category for this?!” The three watched as JaeJoong struts by them, “something smells!” Junsu shouted from the balcony, halting a phone call with Junho, “yeah, and he goes by the name of Kim JaeJoong.”
By the fifth day, Junsu could stand it no longer, JaeJoong smelt like the public toilet and that was not a good sign, anything that smells like public toilet aside from the one at his house was not good. “No Junsu, you’ll see, your hyung will surely break this record.” Junsu rolls his eyes, his fingers clamped tightly on his nose, he glares at JaeJoong, charisma thrown right out the window, “no hyung. I won’t get to see it because I would be lying in the coffin and you’ll know you killed me when I have two fingers down my nostrils as you passed me by. Trust me; this special treatment is just for you.”
He closed the door before one of Changmin’s dictionaries could reach the back of his head, JaeJoong watched, a mixture of feeling as somebody’s hand slipped in through the door and pressed the deodorant bottle for a good few times, he doesn’t know if he should laugh or feel offended.
“Why don’t you do something else JaeJoong ah?” Yunho ask on the sixth night. He had wanted to sit beside JaeJoong, but his armpits were beginning to smell more and more like the huge sewage drain outside their house, Yunho couldn’t do anything but sit at Junsu’s seat, right opposite said man. “Yeah hyung.” Changmin’s voice drawled from the kitchen, “Do something productive that does not traumatize my nose and spoil my appetite.”
Yunho was left speechless with mortification as JaeJoong opened his mouth for a snarky comeback, “hyung.” He gasped, the term foreign on the tip of his tongue, “don’t tell me you didn’t even brush your teeth?!”
“Stay classy Youngwoong hyung!”
“Do something Yoochun ah.” Yunho pleads, his voice sounded muffle over the phone. Yoochun chuckles, the phone clamped between his ear and his neck, a small glass of soju in one hand, and the other with his fingers buried deep into Harang’s thick mane. “No, before JaeJoong hyung gets his pretty ass into the shower, I will not enter the house, I won’t even stand outside at the lobby because last time I did that, I almost went to hell.” Yunho stares at his phone in disbelief, the dial tone sounding distant as he dazed off into his bleak future.
Yoochun, after receiving multiple death threats for his reproductive organs and a kick to his head (courtesy of Shim Changmin) finally relented and thought up a genius plan (his words). Changmin was armed with a large plastic bag, Yunho with ropes and Junsu with a plastic bat, “I understand Yoochun ah, about this master plan of yours, but why do I have to wear JaeJoong’s pink apron?!” “Yeah hyung, what’s up with this sissy looking kitchen gloves?” “Can this bat even hurt a fly?” Yoochun grins; the apron and gloves were his payback to the two tallest members whereas dolphin boy should never hold a real bat because he would surely treat JaeJoong’s head as a baseball and would even score a home run.
“Yunho hyung, kick down the door when I count to three.” The grin on Yoochun’s face stretched even further as Yunho fell, face flat onto the carpeted floor. “What on earth are you doing?” “Nothing hyung.” Yoochun drawls, an arm around JaeJoong’s waist, “I tried to stop them hyung, but they wouldn’t listen to me.”
Junsu stares, eyes wide open with Changmin being hit hard and fast that he was, in the first time, beaten by Park Yoochun. “It was his idea hyung!” “Oh yeah?” Junsu makes a mental note to not get himself involve in any so called ingenious plans by Yoochun, “right, and you are not holding any weapons.” “Precisely.” Changmin took a swing at said man.
“What about your “I will break the world record?” JaeJoong ah?” Yunho ask, pressing the egg onto Yoochun’s cheek, hard every time he spoke. “Oh that, Yoochun, you didn’t tell them? I was woken up by my own odor the night before and couldn’t go back to sleep. Yoochun advice me to go take a bath, maybe I’ll try it again tomorrow?”
“Please don’t. Hyung, if you want to break a record that badly, how about helping me win the “who can eat the most” category? I will surely break that one!”
“You must live in a very unsatisfied world Changmin ah.”
“Better than yours Yoochun, better than yours.”
A/n- omg, I don't know what got into me. Sincere apologies to anyone who wasted their lives reading this...
Pg; Ot5
You can vibe without me if you want
I could be the one to take her home
Baby we could rock the night alone
Geek in the pink; Jason Mraz
JaeJoong comes in like the gush of autumn wind through the window. The end of his clothes flutters past Yoochun lightly as he takes his place at the seat behind said man. He looks excited Yoochun thinks, before pushing the glasses that had settled comfortable on his nose back to where it belong. “Spill, JaeJoong.” He can hear his own voice, hollow and light in the almost empty space.
He seems to have captured Changmin’s interest, before he knew it, the youngest had settled comfortably on the spot beside his leg. “It’s hyung for you, Park Yoochun.” Yoochun knows he is joking with the cheeky beam on his face. “I am going to break the world record.”
Changmin was usually a rather detached man. In the sense that the other four could be having a fantastic orgy right in front of him, he wouldn’t even give a damn, but this, this was going too far. “I will break the world record.” JaeJoong says again, his voice determined in the wrong kind of way, Changmin turns to look at leader ssi, whose ears had perked up, he could almost see the thought scribbled on his face if only JaeJoong would be as determined as he was when required to dance and Changmin flashed him a pretty smile.
“Really JaeJoong?” he hears Yoochun hiss, the man was well known for his scale of perfect 10 on the level of cleanliness, Changmin almost applauded him for being able to tolerate this… this monstrosity for the past four days. “By not bathing? Are you serious? Do they even have a record category for this?!” The three watched as JaeJoong struts by them, “something smells!” Junsu shouted from the balcony, halting a phone call with Junho, “yeah, and he goes by the name of Kim JaeJoong.”
By the fifth day, Junsu could stand it no longer, JaeJoong smelt like the public toilet and that was not a good sign, anything that smells like public toilet aside from the one at his house was not good. “No Junsu, you’ll see, your hyung will surely break this record.” Junsu rolls his eyes, his fingers clamped tightly on his nose, he glares at JaeJoong, charisma thrown right out the window, “no hyung. I won’t get to see it because I would be lying in the coffin and you’ll know you killed me when I have two fingers down my nostrils as you passed me by. Trust me; this special treatment is just for you.”
He closed the door before one of Changmin’s dictionaries could reach the back of his head, JaeJoong watched, a mixture of feeling as somebody’s hand slipped in through the door and pressed the deodorant bottle for a good few times, he doesn’t know if he should laugh or feel offended.
“Why don’t you do something else JaeJoong ah?” Yunho ask on the sixth night. He had wanted to sit beside JaeJoong, but his armpits were beginning to smell more and more like the huge sewage drain outside their house, Yunho couldn’t do anything but sit at Junsu’s seat, right opposite said man. “Yeah hyung.” Changmin’s voice drawled from the kitchen, “Do something productive that does not traumatize my nose and spoil my appetite.”
Yunho was left speechless with mortification as JaeJoong opened his mouth for a snarky comeback, “hyung.” He gasped, the term foreign on the tip of his tongue, “don’t tell me you didn’t even brush your teeth?!”
“Stay classy Youngwoong hyung!”
“Do something Yoochun ah.” Yunho pleads, his voice sounded muffle over the phone. Yoochun chuckles, the phone clamped between his ear and his neck, a small glass of soju in one hand, and the other with his fingers buried deep into Harang’s thick mane. “No, before JaeJoong hyung gets his pretty ass into the shower, I will not enter the house, I won’t even stand outside at the lobby because last time I did that, I almost went to hell.” Yunho stares at his phone in disbelief, the dial tone sounding distant as he dazed off into his bleak future.
Yoochun, after receiving multiple death threats for his reproductive organs and a kick to his head (courtesy of Shim Changmin) finally relented and thought up a genius plan (his words). Changmin was armed with a large plastic bag, Yunho with ropes and Junsu with a plastic bat, “I understand Yoochun ah, about this master plan of yours, but why do I have to wear JaeJoong’s pink apron?!” “Yeah hyung, what’s up with this sissy looking kitchen gloves?” “Can this bat even hurt a fly?” Yoochun grins; the apron and gloves were his payback to the two tallest members whereas dolphin boy should never hold a real bat because he would surely treat JaeJoong’s head as a baseball and would even score a home run.
“Yunho hyung, kick down the door when I count to three.” The grin on Yoochun’s face stretched even further as Yunho fell, face flat onto the carpeted floor. “What on earth are you doing?” “Nothing hyung.” Yoochun drawls, an arm around JaeJoong’s waist, “I tried to stop them hyung, but they wouldn’t listen to me.”
Junsu stares, eyes wide open with Changmin being hit hard and fast that he was, in the first time, beaten by Park Yoochun. “It was his idea hyung!” “Oh yeah?” Junsu makes a mental note to not get himself involve in any so called ingenious plans by Yoochun, “right, and you are not holding any weapons.” “Precisely.” Changmin took a swing at said man.
“What about your “I will break the world record?” JaeJoong ah?” Yunho ask, pressing the egg onto Yoochun’s cheek, hard every time he spoke. “Oh that, Yoochun, you didn’t tell them? I was woken up by my own odor the night before and couldn’t go back to sleep. Yoochun advice me to go take a bath, maybe I’ll try it again tomorrow?”
“Please don’t. Hyung, if you want to break a record that badly, how about helping me win the “who can eat the most” category? I will surely break that one!”
“You must live in a very unsatisfied world Changmin ah.”
“Better than yours Yoochun, better than yours.”
A/n- omg, I don't know what got into me. Sincere apologies to anyone who wasted their lives reading this...