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...
Ugly
A/N: The gifs aren't mine. But the plot is ;)
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Changmin marched into the kitchen, his stomach growling something awful as he stretched his arm to open the fridge. He was ravenous. Mouth watering at the numerous possibilities he could munch on in his hungered state.
Kimchi with fried rice?
Chicken?
Beef?
Left over kimbap?
God, the list was endless. Just thinking about it all made his insides churn wantonly. He licked his lips, bouncing on the tips of his toes as his fingers wrapped around the handle. He grinned to himself, excited.
However when he threw the door to the refrigerator open, he was horrified by what he found…or rather what he didn’t.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing rested on the glass shelves except for the scatterings of dried sticks of cheese and a lone half empty bottle of water.
He blinked. Thinking this must be some kind of trick his deprived-of-nutrient’s brain was throwing at him. After all he hadn’t had anything to snack on for two hours, his stash of junk food hidden behind his sock drawer being depleted and all. Opening his eyes as wide as they would go, he stared into the void.
Nope.
Still nothing.
Confounded he closed the door, unable to understand this sudden conundrum.
Like a disbelieving child he opened the door again. Eyes taking in the empty shelves while his jaw dropped in alarm.
This could not be. It was impossible! Jaejoong always stocked the shelves with at least a few dishes!
Something was not right.
Hurriedly the maknae closed the refrigerator door, taking a deep breath to steady his pounding heart before marching out of the kitchen and all but sprinting to Jaejoong’s room. His socked feet slid across the polished floor as he grabbed at the metal knob, the growling of his stomach mimicking that of a ravenous animal.
“Hyun-”
“DON’T!” Yunho quickly jumped to interfere, eyes wide. "Now is not a good time."
Changmin stopped short, eyes landing on the crumpled immobile heap on the bed at the far right. When he saw it move just a fraction he took a step forward, closing the door behind him. Undeterred by the alarmed tone of Yunho's voice he quirked an eyebrow and stared pointedly at the few visible toes peeking out from underneath a thick rosy blanket.
“Changmin,” he heard Yoochun’s voice say from his left in warning. One obviously not heeded by the maknae as he took another step forward, brow creased.
Turning his head to at least acknowledge the baritone singer, Changmin noticed the increased number of folds littering his overly large forehead.
“What’s up with him?” He motioned to the shuddering blob on the bed. Hunger not forgotten as he contemplated the situation grudgingly. Stomach winning over brain. “Can he cook? I’m starving and there’s nothing in the fridge.”
Yoochun’s eyes instantly popped.
His head swiveling towards Jaejoong so fast he might have unintentionally given himself whiplash. "Damn it, Changmin!"
“YAH!” Yunho burst out, eyes the size of saucers as he looked from Jaejoong to Changmin and then back again. “Are you blind?”
Changmin grunted, looking at Jaejoong again. Not seeing anything particularly wrong with the situation…well, apart from Jaejoong hiding under a bunch of blankets. While odd in most cases, this was Jaejoong. Strange was something that had become a daily occurrence with the man so Changmin had learned to ignore it to a certain point. “What? What happened?”
Neither Yoochun nor Yunho said anything. Instead all they did was stare at the unmoving blob on the bed, waiting for only god knows what to happen.
Irked, Changmin shuffled forward, sitting on the bed and bouncing a little. “Yah,” he called, reaching out to shake Jaejoong a little. Stomach grumbling to remind him exactly why he’d detached himself from his computer and wandered into the kitchen in the first place. “What is it?” He decided to joke and try to lighten the mood. After all, food was his main priority right now and the faster Jaejoong got to his feet, the better for him. “Someone call you ugly?”
“CHANGMIN!”
“What?” The maknae gulped, slightly taken aback by the chorused shout of his name from both men. “What did I do?”
The blankets suddenly lifted, revealing Jaejoong’s haggard face, cheeks drawn and lips swollen. The deathly stare he shot Yunho and Yoochun made a cold shiver run down Changmin’s spine causing the maknae to stand up discreetly in hopes to go unnoticed by the deathly aura that was Jaejoong in a nutshell.
“See?” The eldest member of their group growled. “They are not the only ones! Even Changmin said it!”
“Changmin,” Yunho's voice was as cold as ice. “I’m fucking going to kill you.”
“W-What did I d-do?” Changmin blubbered, hunger momentarily forgotten as a more pressing issue came to the forefront of his list of things to do. Namely staying alive.
“Jae,” Yoochun was instantly on the bed, eyes almost pleading. “You’re not ugly. I told you not to read those comments! They’re liars!”
“EVEN CHANGMIN SAID IT!”
“That is why Changmin is going to die,” Yunho replied swiftly, throwing the maknae a dangerous look that promised instant demise.
“H-Hey,” the youngest lifted his hands to his chest defensively. “I-I don’t know what’s going on here! Someone please tell me!”
“Stupid here read comments about our group on some insignificant blog.” Yoochun grumbled, folding his arms and looking petulantly at Jaejoong. “Now he’s wallowing in self pity because he thinks he’s ugly. All because a bunch of twelve year old girls said he was.”
“It was not insignificant!” Jaejoong whined, pulling at his hair. “It had over 50,000 hits!”
“STILL INSIGNICANT YOU IDIOT!” Yoochun blasted, “How many times have I told you not to read them?”
“They are still our fans!”
“Hyung!” Changmin instantly tried to remedy his previous error, knowing exactly how vain the eldest was. Yes. Immediate death was a very likely end to his lifespan if he didn’t fix this fast. After all, it was quite possible to die from hunger if Yunho didn’t kill him first. “You’re beautiful! Handsome! I want to look like you! You’re not ugly! You’re so perfectly pretty that those girls must be jealous of your looks! Y-Yeah! They’re jealous that’s why they’re saying that!”
“But you said I was ugly yourself!” Jaejoong retorted, eyes full with unshed tears. “If it wasn’t true, why would you say that?”
Oh for the love of god, why couldn’t he have kept his mouth shut?
Changmin seriously regretted ever opening it.
“Uh…”
“SEE? You think I’m ugly too!”
“CHANGMIN!”
“What?” The poor child cried, freaking out. “I DIDN’T MEAN IT! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!”
Next Chronicle...