Playback 1/1
Author's Note: Chansung/Min request. Go, go, go!
“Shh-“
“I don’t know Chansung. You know Min’s crazy.”
“Shut up Taec. She’s coming,” he hushed.
His mouth was full of banana, thoroughly being chewed as he dumped another peel into the pile in a small trash bin. Taecyeon was standing next to him on a landing above a backstage exit, sipping on a coffee. Their latest schedule had been exhausting and the caffeine pick-me-up was sorely needed. He was too tired to hurry away, knowing full well that if he didn’t accompany Chansung back, the youngest would only wreak further havoc by himself. It wasn’t like he didn’t completely disagree with the idea of Chansung pranking her, Min causing her own fair share of annoyance to him, but he didn’t agree with it either. He was just tired. So he stayed to watch, though he knew better than to do it himself.
Prank wars were stupid really. They were juvenile and pointless, but Chansung kept a fighting spirit in them. He didn’t like to lose, and even though it resorted to ridiculous pranks with one of the smallest people in their company, he didn’t let up. He thought she could take it. It was one reason why Chansung stood with said bucket of his finished banana peels teetering off the edge.
“Taec, gimme your drink-”
He waved his hand hurriedly at Taec, who looked down at the coffee, sighed and handed it over with a weak shrug. Chansung gleefully took it, pouring it in and sloshing it around with the ripening peels.
“You know she ripped the last pages out of half of my manga once-“ Taec murmured lazily.
“Taec-“
“Couldn’t find out the endings.” He looked beyond depressed at the memory. “…and that time she took stitches out of my pants so they’d rip when-“
“Shut up! I hear them coming!”
Taecyeon became quiet and set his elbows on the edge. Both of their heads peered over the slightest bit, waiting for the doors below to open up.
Management and Suzy rushed out first, the girl sing-song and laughing, while Fei and Jia told jokes in Chinese right behind her. Everyone was almost tumbling out, tired but joyful at a great comeback stage. A level above, Chansung’s eyes grew wild with fervor and he grinned sadistically as he tipped over the bucket. All of it’s contents came pouring out, and within seconds Min smelled like a rancid banana coffee cake.
“Gotcha! Haha!”
The other three members of Miss A spun around and looked up in shock to see Chansung keeled over with laughter and Taecyeon slowing backing away. Taecyeon saw the look on Min’s face and decided to retreat. He knew better than to face her wrath. Despite her size, she was a vengeful force to be reckoned with.
“Yeah, you’re screwed,” he whispered.
He ventured down the hall as Chansung rushed downstairs. Chansung blew off Taec’s warning and breezed past Min when he reached the lower floor. The staff forced him to apologize, but Min wasn’t having it. They had many more schedules and she swore she saw him smirking when he gave his apology. It wasn’t over. Not by a longshot.
---
Min was strangely sweet the next few days, especially as they departed for Japan for their JYP Nation concert. Chansung called Taeceyon out on his warnings, but he merely shook his head each time, telling him not to think lightly of her. He still shrugged it off.
She sat next to other members of her group and the Wonder Girls when she was on the plane, many of them switching seats here and there when they wanted to share music or talk. Min bunked in a room with her other group members when they arrived, and Chansung with his, though the entire group had common areas of practice; even shared lunches and dinners.
After one practice, a few of the girls were playing with ties from different members of 2PM, messing with the choreography to ‘I’m Your Man.’ Hye Lim was pretending to jump rope with Junho’s tie, though that looked ludicrous in and of itself. Yubin made Nichkhun’s tie into a miniature lasso and tried to wrangle in Jo Kwon, though she was failing miserably. They played for a few minutes after practice until they were all told to leave so they could get some rest.
Everyone left the practice rooms content and amused with the work they’d done. As they finished playing, they didn’t account for the ties, thinking one of the wardrobe coordinators had taken them up. Nor had they paid much mind when Min pulled Chansung aside. She had already concealed the pieces of fabric in her sweatshirt as she snuck back off to another room, Chansung trailing reluctantly and hoping she’d talk to him quickly so that he could go back to his own room and sleep. In that case, sleep meaning take out the stash of dried mangoes he had hidden in his travel bags.
“Okay…what’d you want to tell me?” He ventured in first, keeping his back to Min. “…well?” As he turned around, a pungent odor hit his nose and all went black.
---
“…Chansung and I are getting a snack,” she said on the hotel phone line. “Just tell the others we’ll be back in a bit. Tell any managers and you’re dead.”
“Fine.” Taec shook his head, but rolled over and tried to get some rest.
Back in the new room, Chansung began to come to when Min set down the receiver. He heard the small click and she slapped his face a couple of times to shake him further awake.
“I want you awake for this. Can’t do it alone.”
Her tone was different from the way it had been on the phone. It was solid, all the flirty lightness out of it. Chansung blinked further and more light spilled into his eyes. The side table lamps were on, flooding the room with a glowing light and illuminating he and Min’s bodies from both sides. When she approached him, he tried to move but he couldn’t. His wrists and ankles were tied, and he lay spread-eagled and naked on the bed.
“Hello?” she asked, almost singing the word out. Her voice was calm, though she stood just as stark naked at the foot of the bed. Chansung’s eyes widened before he shifted and turned his head away.
“Min! What the hell is this? Why am I…why are you…naked?” He began to struggle with the knots around his appendages, secured there by four of the members suit ties. “…untie me! What the fuck-“
“…you think you’re funny, don’t you? Banana peels? Coffee? Really now-“ She kneeled on the bed and Chansung tried to scoot away. “You’re such a boy.”
Chansung chanced looking at her, before he turned his face to the ceiling hastily. He inwardly cursed himself, but couldn’t help what his body instinctually wanted to do.
“…then again,” she trailed. Her eyes looked down to what sat between his legs, growing despite himself.
Min put her arms on either side of Chansung’s midsection, holding up her body as she slid it up his. She let her chest float above his member as she slowly moved up; then her stomach, then the heated flesh above her womanhood. Chansung stopped talking, breathing heavily and looking upon her challengingly.
“You don’t prank me and think I’m not going to do anything back…“ She licked her lip. “…ever.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know. Just wanted to make it clear.”
She laid her body on top of his, feeling how rock solid he’d become in a matter of moments. Her hands came up to lie across his chest. They folded under her chin like she were on her bed, reading an interesting story, and not lying naked along Chansung’s long form. He let out a huff of air, almost like he’d been holding it in for the past few minutes and she just rolled her eyes, pushing off his chest gently to straddle his middle. His erection sprung up behind her, and she slid back slightly so that he could again feel how warm she was. Her hands were splayed back on his chest and she looked at him curiously; reading his expressions and waiting for him to speak up. He merely closed his eyes and breathed, still pulling at the restraints on him the slightest bit. Min brought her head up to his, lips so close that he felt he could almost taste her, and whispered.
“…I’m not that crazy. Say no whenever you feel like it. Tell me to stop.”
It was a taunt; the meanest prank Chansung had ever experienced and he cursed her for making him like it. Chansung licked his lips, wanting to lunge out and kiss her. That bitch, he thought. Min sighed like a person exasperated on waiting for coffee, let alone sex.
“…look, I’ll even untie you.”
She came forward to untie one of his restraints, but as she did so, her breasts smothered Chansung’s face. He felt their warmth on his cheek and could feel the buds of her nipples pass near his chin and lips. She untied his second arm, but he just lay there, staring at her body with his mouth the slightest bit open. Min finally sat back on his stomach and took in his stare before looking down at herself.
“Not bad, huh? It’s much nicer when it doesn’t have shit poured all over it-“
Chansung suddenly sat up and grabbed her hips, forcing her to sit on his dick. Min began smiling coyly.
“I’ll get you back for this,” he promised, though his voice was deep, and laced with a lust-driven need.
His lips were on hers the next moment and they savored each other. She lifted herself slightly and came back down, easing him in bit by bit. They moved quicker than either of them thought they would, Chansung settling deep within her within moments. Min was bouncing, breasts sliding along his chest and nipples pebbling with arousal. His legs were still spread and his knees bent, making the angle harder and harder as he pressed on. Though he didn’t want to stop. Chansung didn’t want to stop until she bore his name on her lips, before her voice became the muffled noise through the walls of their neighbors. He wanted her sweating and needy, just like him, and he wanted her to want it just as bad as he did. Chansung lay back, looking nearly feline as his taut body stretched, and thrust up into her slightly before she fell forward with a gasp.
Min’s mouth was open, face looking down at Chansung as she continued to ride him. Her hair fell in sticky pieces down the sides of her face, distressed from lines of sweat the rode their way down her hairline, into her cleavage, down her stomach, before they disappeared into the liquid that made them shift on and in one another. She licked her lips as wantonly as Chansung had earlier, clawed at his stomach at points she wanted to keep touching them; have a bearing on his body in case she lost herself in her ecstasy. It undulated, coiling and recoiling as his hips sprung up between her legs and his erection back in her.
He could feel that she was close, as she leaned with her hands back along his sides and her pelvis pushing itself up and down with quickening speed. Chansung could see her biting her lips and whispering his name. He saw how her face scrunched up the slightest bit as she began to orgasm. His hands went back to her hips and stilled them, allowing him to finally thrust in her like he wanted to.
It was quick after, Min trying to sit still as she shivered. She didn’t move, feeling him fill her. She didn’t want to.
---
The company of people sat a various tables in the hotel cafeteria. Some were too tired and came down in pajamas, only to run back to their rooms and seclude themselves to the warmth of their beds again. Others nibbled away greedily; glad that they could get a decent meal before they ventured off again.
Taecyeon sat with members of 2PM and 2AM, including Chansung, and his eyes shifted to him occasionally over his bowl. Nichkhun and Junsu were back in their room, trying to sleep and hoping to catch a late breakfast out. Chansung didn’t notice Taecyeon’s stares though, eyes too caught up in Min as she left her table and went back to her room. Taecyeon knew something was amiss, but he didn’t want to question it yet. Tired and hungry as he was, he just shrugged it off.
---
“Hey Khun?” Min asked.
The knock came to his door before he blearily pulled himself out of bed, hair askew in different directions. He opened the door a crack when he arrived, the light from the hallway bothering him slightly.
“Sorry to wake you but…I found this in one of our bags.”
She pulled out a camcorder from behind her back, Nichkhun’s camcorder, and gave it to him softly.
“Oh. That’s odd,” he said, scratching his neck. “Thanks Min.”
“No problem.” She walked down the hall calmly as he shut the door.
Khun turned around with it in the dark of the room and saw that his recharge button was blinking.
“…has it been on the whole time?”
He opened it up and saw that a new video had been recorded. The camera looked like it was set up on a dresser in another room, aimed at the foot of a bed. He pressed play and started to watch, Junsu rubbing at his eyes and looking on him with interest before he came over himself.
“Shh-“
“I don’t know Chansung. You know Min’s crazy.”
“Shut up Taec. She’s coming,” he hushed.
His mouth was full of banana, thoroughly being chewed as he dumped another peel into the pile in a small trash bin. Taecyeon was standing next to him on a landing above a backstage exit, sipping on a coffee. Their latest schedule had been exhausting and the caffeine pick-me-up was sorely needed. He was too tired to hurry away, knowing full well that if he didn’t accompany Chansung back, the youngest would only wreak further havoc by himself. It wasn’t like he didn’t completely disagree with the idea of Chansung pranking her, Min causing her own fair share of annoyance to him, but he didn’t agree with it either. He was just tired. So he stayed to watch, though he knew better than to do it himself.
Prank wars were stupid really. They were juvenile and pointless, but Chansung kept a fighting spirit in them. He didn’t like to lose, and even though it resorted to ridiculous pranks with one of the smallest people in their company, he didn’t let up. He thought she could take it. It was one reason why Chansung stood with said bucket of his finished banana peels teetering off the edge.
“Taec, gimme your drink-”
He waved his hand hurriedly at Taec, who looked down at the coffee, sighed and handed it over with a weak shrug. Chansung gleefully took it, pouring it in and sloshing it around with the ripening peels.
“You know she ripped the last pages out of half of my manga once-“ Taec murmured lazily.
“Taec-“
“Couldn’t find out the endings.” He looked beyond depressed at the memory. “…and that time she took stitches out of my pants so they’d rip when-“
“Shut up! I hear them coming!”
Taecyeon became quiet and set his elbows on the edge. Both of their heads peered over the slightest bit, waiting for the doors below to open up.
Management and Suzy rushed out first, the girl sing-song and laughing, while Fei and Jia told jokes in Chinese right behind her. Everyone was almost tumbling out, tired but joyful at a great comeback stage. A level above, Chansung’s eyes grew wild with fervor and he grinned sadistically as he tipped over the bucket. All of it’s contents came pouring out, and within seconds Min smelled like a rancid banana coffee cake.
“Gotcha! Haha!”
The other three members of Miss A spun around and looked up in shock to see Chansung keeled over with laughter and Taecyeon slowing backing away. Taecyeon saw the look on Min’s face and decided to retreat. He knew better than to face her wrath. Despite her size, she was a vengeful force to be reckoned with.
“Yeah, you’re screwed,” he whispered.
He ventured down the hall as Chansung rushed downstairs. Chansung blew off Taec’s warning and breezed past Min when he reached the lower floor. The staff forced him to apologize, but Min wasn’t having it. They had many more schedules and she swore she saw him smirking when he gave his apology. It wasn’t over. Not by a longshot.
---
Min was strangely sweet the next few days, especially as they departed for Japan for their JYP Nation concert. Chansung called Taeceyon out on his warnings, but he merely shook his head each time, telling him not to think lightly of her. He still shrugged it off.
She sat next to other members of her group and the Wonder Girls when she was on the plane, many of them switching seats here and there when they wanted to share music or talk. Min bunked in a room with her other group members when they arrived, and Chansung with his, though the entire group had common areas of practice; even shared lunches and dinners.
After one practice, a few of the girls were playing with ties from different members of 2PM, messing with the choreography to ‘I’m Your Man.’ Hye Lim was pretending to jump rope with Junho’s tie, though that looked ludicrous in and of itself. Yubin made Nichkhun’s tie into a miniature lasso and tried to wrangle in Jo Kwon, though she was failing miserably. They played for a few minutes after practice until they were all told to leave so they could get some rest.
Everyone left the practice rooms content and amused with the work they’d done. As they finished playing, they didn’t account for the ties, thinking one of the wardrobe coordinators had taken them up. Nor had they paid much mind when Min pulled Chansung aside. She had already concealed the pieces of fabric in her sweatshirt as she snuck back off to another room, Chansung trailing reluctantly and hoping she’d talk to him quickly so that he could go back to his own room and sleep. In that case, sleep meaning take out the stash of dried mangoes he had hidden in his travel bags.
“Okay…what’d you want to tell me?” He ventured in first, keeping his back to Min. “…well?” As he turned around, a pungent odor hit his nose and all went black.
---
“…Chansung and I are getting a snack,” she said on the hotel phone line. “Just tell the others we’ll be back in a bit. Tell any managers and you’re dead.”
“Fine.” Taec shook his head, but rolled over and tried to get some rest.
Back in the new room, Chansung began to come to when Min set down the receiver. He heard the small click and she slapped his face a couple of times to shake him further awake.
“I want you awake for this. Can’t do it alone.”
Her tone was different from the way it had been on the phone. It was solid, all the flirty lightness out of it. Chansung blinked further and more light spilled into his eyes. The side table lamps were on, flooding the room with a glowing light and illuminating he and Min’s bodies from both sides. When she approached him, he tried to move but he couldn’t. His wrists and ankles were tied, and he lay spread-eagled and naked on the bed.
“Hello?” she asked, almost singing the word out. Her voice was calm, though she stood just as stark naked at the foot of the bed. Chansung’s eyes widened before he shifted and turned his head away.
“Min! What the hell is this? Why am I…why are you…naked?” He began to struggle with the knots around his appendages, secured there by four of the members suit ties. “…untie me! What the fuck-“
“…you think you’re funny, don’t you? Banana peels? Coffee? Really now-“ She kneeled on the bed and Chansung tried to scoot away. “You’re such a boy.”
Chansung chanced looking at her, before he turned his face to the ceiling hastily. He inwardly cursed himself, but couldn’t help what his body instinctually wanted to do.
“…then again,” she trailed. Her eyes looked down to what sat between his legs, growing despite himself.
Min put her arms on either side of Chansung’s midsection, holding up her body as she slid it up his. She let her chest float above his member as she slowly moved up; then her stomach, then the heated flesh above her womanhood. Chansung stopped talking, breathing heavily and looking upon her challengingly.
“You don’t prank me and think I’m not going to do anything back…“ She licked her lip. “…ever.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know. Just wanted to make it clear.”
She laid her body on top of his, feeling how rock solid he’d become in a matter of moments. Her hands came up to lie across his chest. They folded under her chin like she were on her bed, reading an interesting story, and not lying naked along Chansung’s long form. He let out a huff of air, almost like he’d been holding it in for the past few minutes and she just rolled her eyes, pushing off his chest gently to straddle his middle. His erection sprung up behind her, and she slid back slightly so that he could again feel how warm she was. Her hands were splayed back on his chest and she looked at him curiously; reading his expressions and waiting for him to speak up. He merely closed his eyes and breathed, still pulling at the restraints on him the slightest bit. Min brought her head up to his, lips so close that he felt he could almost taste her, and whispered.
“…I’m not that crazy. Say no whenever you feel like it. Tell me to stop.”
It was a taunt; the meanest prank Chansung had ever experienced and he cursed her for making him like it. Chansung licked his lips, wanting to lunge out and kiss her. That bitch, he thought. Min sighed like a person exasperated on waiting for coffee, let alone sex.
“…look, I’ll even untie you.”
She came forward to untie one of his restraints, but as she did so, her breasts smothered Chansung’s face. He felt their warmth on his cheek and could feel the buds of her nipples pass near his chin and lips. She untied his second arm, but he just lay there, staring at her body with his mouth the slightest bit open. Min finally sat back on his stomach and took in his stare before looking down at herself.
“Not bad, huh? It’s much nicer when it doesn’t have shit poured all over it-“
Chansung suddenly sat up and grabbed her hips, forcing her to sit on his dick. Min began smiling coyly.
“I’ll get you back for this,” he promised, though his voice was deep, and laced with a lust-driven need.
His lips were on hers the next moment and they savored each other. She lifted herself slightly and came back down, easing him in bit by bit. They moved quicker than either of them thought they would, Chansung settling deep within her within moments. Min was bouncing, breasts sliding along his chest and nipples pebbling with arousal. His legs were still spread and his knees bent, making the angle harder and harder as he pressed on. Though he didn’t want to stop. Chansung didn’t want to stop until she bore his name on her lips, before her voice became the muffled noise through the walls of their neighbors. He wanted her sweating and needy, just like him, and he wanted her to want it just as bad as he did. Chansung lay back, looking nearly feline as his taut body stretched, and thrust up into her slightly before she fell forward with a gasp.
Min’s mouth was open, face looking down at Chansung as she continued to ride him. Her hair fell in sticky pieces down the sides of her face, distressed from lines of sweat the rode their way down her hairline, into her cleavage, down her stomach, before they disappeared into the liquid that made them shift on and in one another. She licked her lips as wantonly as Chansung had earlier, clawed at his stomach at points she wanted to keep touching them; have a bearing on his body in case she lost herself in her ecstasy. It undulated, coiling and recoiling as his hips sprung up between her legs and his erection back in her.
He could feel that she was close, as she leaned with her hands back along his sides and her pelvis pushing itself up and down with quickening speed. Chansung could see her biting her lips and whispering his name. He saw how her face scrunched up the slightest bit as she began to orgasm. His hands went back to her hips and stilled them, allowing him to finally thrust in her like he wanted to.
It was quick after, Min trying to sit still as she shivered. She didn’t move, feeling him fill her. She didn’t want to.
---
The company of people sat a various tables in the hotel cafeteria. Some were too tired and came down in pajamas, only to run back to their rooms and seclude themselves to the warmth of their beds again. Others nibbled away greedily; glad that they could get a decent meal before they ventured off again.
Taecyeon sat with members of 2PM and 2AM, including Chansung, and his eyes shifted to him occasionally over his bowl. Nichkhun and Junsu were back in their room, trying to sleep and hoping to catch a late breakfast out. Chansung didn’t notice Taecyeon’s stares though, eyes too caught up in Min as she left her table and went back to her room. Taecyeon knew something was amiss, but he didn’t want to question it yet. Tired and hungry as he was, he just shrugged it off.
---
“Hey Khun?” Min asked.
The knock came to his door before he blearily pulled himself out of bed, hair askew in different directions. He opened the door a crack when he arrived, the light from the hallway bothering him slightly.
“Sorry to wake you but…I found this in one of our bags.”
She pulled out a camcorder from behind her back, Nichkhun’s camcorder, and gave it to him softly.
“Oh. That’s odd,” he said, scratching his neck. “Thanks Min.”
“No problem.” She walked down the hall calmly as he shut the door.
Khun turned around with it in the dark of the room and saw that his recharge button was blinking.
“…has it been on the whole time?”
He opened it up and saw that a new video had been recorded. The camera looked like it was set up on a dresser in another room, aimed at the foot of a bed. He pressed play and started to watch, Junsu rubbing at his eyes and looking on him with interest before he came over himself.