THE DBSK CHRONICLES
The DBSK Chronicles
Pairing: OT5
Rating: G-R
Genre: Crack, bandfic, everything under the sun
Summary: A short series of glimpses at our favorite boys going through every day life at the Dong Bang Shin Ki residence. Hilarity ensues, of course...
NOSEY KNOWS
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Changmin focused hard as he sat behind his desk, eyes glued to the computer screen while one hand was on the mouse jerking left and right, shooting down each decrepit looking demon the game threw at him. Brow furrowed in deep concentration, he leaned forwards, eyes searching the cemetery background for more enemy hell spawn to destroy.
Unconsciously he raised a hand to his nose, sticking one lone finger into a widened nostril. There he began to dig, picking at a booger that was distracting him from unleashing mayhem and killing to his heart’s content.
Of course that was all immediately put to an end when a bright flash pierced the room.
Startled, the youngest member of the singing group turned around. Face taking on a look of terror as he spotted Jaejoong standing idly by the door, grin on his face as he examined the picture he’d just taken.
“J-Jaejoong!”
The man in question looked up, ebony eyes sparkling as he zoomed in on the finger shoved deep into Changmin’s nose. A snort erupted from his mouth, only to be muffled in vain by the back of his hand as he stared at the younger man’s expression. Changmin had been so engrossed in the game that the candid picture he’d managed to acquire was downright perfect.
“Ah,” He chuckled, still staring at the picture. “This is such a great one! I’m definitely keeping it!”
“No!”
Terrified Changmin lurched out of his chair, hurling himself at the diabolical singer who, a little too effortlessly, dodged the maknae’s attack.
Ducking out of the room, Jaejoong made a run for it.
“Stop!” Changmin cried, barreling after the eldest. “Stop! NO! YOU CAN’T KEEP THAT ONE! HELP! HELP!”
Yoochun and Junsu, who had been sneaking back to their room, suddenly stopped frozen in their tracks. Flying right past them with a camera in hand was Jaejoong, sweat pants almost falling from his hips as he turned the corner and accidently stepped on the hem at the bottom.
“GRAB HIM!” Changmin cried to the duo.
Puzzled, Yoochun furrowed his brow. “What is it? What happened?”
“HE TOOK ANOTHER ONE!”
That was all Yoochun and Junsu needed to know.
“Damn it, Jaejoong! Not again!” Yoochun cursed, lunging after the slender teen.
Junsu jumped into the chase as well, falling behind Changmin as they ran in a line behind the eldest.
“Jaejoong, ERASE IT!”
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!”
Jaejoong pedaled behind a couch, thankful that Yunho was still in the shower. Just as a safety precaution, he dropped the shiny silver camera into his boxers and stopped running. Turning around, he faced his dongsaengs with an innocent grin.
“I’m not going to show it to anyone.”
“I DON’T CARE!” Changmin wailed, pulling at his hair. “I DON’T WANT YOU TO HAVE A PICTURE OF ME PICKING MY NOSE!”
“Sucks for you then, Changmin-ah,” Jaejoong toyed, loving the flustered look on the younger man’s face. “The camera seems to be out of your reach.”
“Maybe out of our reach,” Changmin glowered, eyes taking on a more devilish look. “But not out of reach of someone else’s.”
Jaejoong paled.
Shit.
“YUNHO HYUNG!”
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