Morning Debacle
Title: Morning Debacle
Length: Drabble
Pairing: YunJae, OT5
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, bandfic
Description: Things aren’t always as they seem-learned the hard way.
Morning Debacle
With sleep still lingering on their faces, Yoochun and Junsu sat at the breakfast table. One, more sleep deprived than the next. They both yawned in unison as they looked upon their source of nourishment for the day. Bowls of cereal sat in front of them, already full with both milk and cereal. Sleepily they lifted their spoons and played with the flakes. Yoochun lifted his spoon and poured the milk from it, watching it spill back into his bowl with disinterest. In the meantime, Changmin had brought his own bowl to the table, letting it descend with a clatter as he sat between the two of them. In his arms a bunch of odds and ends he found in the refrigerator.
Yoochun gave him a once over, stomach flipping in disgust as his eyes skittered over the new additions to their breakfast. He scrunched his nose, swallowing down the urge to vomit. “Yah!” He waved his milk soaked spoon at the youngest, letting fly a burst of pearly white droplets. “Are you alright in the head?”
From the left side of the table, Junsu outstretched his neck to see what the fuss was about. When his eyes landed on the sea of things Changmin had brought out he immediately began to choke. The corn flakes from his cereal going down the wrong pipe like a log over a waterfall. Face turning red, he began to beat at his chest, spittle flying everywhere along with tiny bits of poorly chewed corn flakes.
Yoochun was out of his seat in a heartbeat, more than ready to beat the food out of Junsu’s throat. Arm flying he pounded on the younger man’s back, the sound echoing in the kitchen like a drumbeat.
Through it all, Changmin arranged his spoils around him in a small semicircle. Only after he was satisfied with his arrangement of delectable morsels did he even turn his head to access the state of Junsu’s choking.
Limbs flailing, Junsu tried to push Yoochun away as he tried to breathe. The cereal long gone from the inside of his windpipe, they colored the table and floors like a kindergartener’s artwork. “Y-Yah! S-Stop!”
“You okay?” Yoochun innocently voiced, his hand itching to let fly once more.
This was the perfect way to wake up.
Even better than a strong cup of coffee.
Pushing his abuser/savior away from himself, Junsu threw him a dirty look. “Yah! Do you have to hit me so hard?”
“Hard?” Yoochun took on the role of ignorance while he bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from bursting out in cackles. His dongsaeng’s face being a priceless spectacle as a piece of cereal remained stuck to his cheek.
“Yah,” Junsu thrust a finger at him, head tilting to the side as he wiped his mouth. “Y-You-I thought my lungs would pop out!”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Aish…so early in the morning.”
The two gave him looks of disgust as they witnessed kimchi disappear down the manknae’s throat, followed by a wash down of cereal milk. Changmin didn’t even seem to chew as he grabbed a stick of cheese and bit off half of it before mixing it with some more kimchi and a monster bite of apple.
“Urgh.” Yoochun’s mouth formed into a wince, his tongue slapping against the roof of his mouth in aversion. “Yah…are you human?”
“What?” Changmin grumbled as he lifted a big spoonful of cereal and shoved it in his mouth. Chewing the mixture as if it were the most expensive continental breakfast he’d ever had. “You want some?”
“Ooogh,” Junsu gagged, putting a fist to his lips as he looked away. “Not human…hot human.”
Before any more could be said about Changmin’s choice in breakfast, the group spotted Jaejoong appearing from the hall.
Completely awake at this ungodly hour of morning, the eldest gave a cheery morning greeting and limped towards them.
All eyes focused on the sudden development before darting to stare at one another. Wondering if everybody else was thinking what they were thinking.
Yoochun looked at Changmin.
Changmin looked at Junsu.
Junsu looked at Yoochun.
Then they all looked back at Jaejoong, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Oblivious as ever to the machinations of his youngest members, Jaejoong limped over to the refrigerator, opening it. As he did so, the three musketeers formed a circle around him, trapping him between a human wall and the fridge.
“What time did you go to sleep last night?” Changmin crossed his arms, eyes drawn down in suspicion.
“Oh?” Jaejoong turned around, eyes widening as he found himself staring into three very curious faces. “Ah…um…not too long ago actually. I think I fell asleep around two in the morning.”
“Are you going to be alright for the shoot?” Junsu worriedly asked, full lips turning into a moist pout.
Jaejoong gave a small laugh. “What is this? Of course I’ll be fine.”
“Hn.” Yoochun grunted, itching the side of his eye with a finger. “Aish…manager hyung is not going to like this.”
Frowning, Jaejoong tried to figure out why exactly everyone was suddenly so worried about him. “What is it? I’m completely fine. We’ve all gotten less sleep than this before. I swear I’m fine.”
It was at that very moment that Yunho appeared in the kitchen. His hair still damp from the quick shower he grabbed. In his slippers he shuffled towards the table, peering at its contents. He suddenly scrunched his nose as his eyes spotted the arrangement of food on the table. It was no guess as to where Changmin was sitting.
“Ooogh,” He put a hand to his stomach, as if trying to settle it. “How do you eat all that together?”
Upon seeing him, the three disbanded their little circle around Jaejoong and in one uniform line approached Yunho.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Yunho's mouth fell open, his hands at his back. He winced, trying to rub away the blazing inferno the blows had created. Bending over, he cursed, unable to understand what just happened.
“Aish!” He gaped, hobbling over to lean against the counter. “Yah! What the hell?”
“Hyuuung!” Junsu dragged out the endearment, appalled. “You knew we had a shoot!”
“I know you two can’t keep your hands off each other, but c’mon here!” Yoochun shook his head. “This was not the right time! He’s limping! How are you going to explain that to film crew when we do the CF?”
Yunho frowned, “Wh-”
“Don’t you feel bad for him?” Changmin cut him off before Yunho could even get a single word out. “Look! He can’t even stand straight!”
“Guys!” Understanding suddenly dawned on the pale faced lead singer. He began to limp towards the others. “Yah, hold on!”
It was then that the manager entered, his bright smile falling as soon as he saw Jaejoong hobbling over to the group chiding Yunho in unison. He silently cursed under his breath before rushing to the growing crowd.
“Hyung!” Yunho opened his mouth only to have it shut for him as the manger hit him upside the head.
“Yah!” The manger blew out a puff of air, hands on his hips as he stared at Yunho. “How many times have I told you two to leave your private dalliances to days we don’t have a busy schedule?”
“I didn’t do anything!” Yunho cried out, feeling incredibly offended. “Why are you all ganging up on me? I really didn’t do anything!”
“Then why is Jaejoong limping?” Junsu frowned, brows furrowing in confusion.
To answer the question, Jaejoong embarrassedly hung his head and bit his lip. “I-I um…I tripped in the hall…”
“…”
“……”
“……….”
Three heads turned to Yunho in perfect synchronization and proceeded to bow low. Cheeks red with color, and ears burning from the embarrassment the misunderstanding created.
“Sorry, hyung!”
Sorry for the misunderstanding, Yunho!”
“Sorry! Sorry!”
The manager winced. One eye on Jaejoong who was now standing shoulder to shoulder with Yunho, rubbing his back and whispering his own apology and the other eye on Yunho's puffed like a steamed bun face. “Oooh…ehm…sorry about that, Yunho-shi. My mistake.”
“It’s alright,” Yunho grumbled, swallowing. “Everyone makes mistakes.”
“So you two really didn’t fuck last night?” Yoochun asked, eyes wide and blinking.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
The manager along with Junsu and Changmin shook their heads. Hands stinging with the effects of delving out punishment as Yoochun cradled his head.
“Yah,” the manager shut his eyes tight, finding it too early in the morning to deal with the lot of them. “J-Just go get in the van. Aish…if your fans only knew what went on here.”
“Oh?” Jaejoong tilted his head, wonderment shining in his large irises. “What do you mean?”
A list of all the debacles, mishaps and sheer stupidity filtered through the manager’s head like a shopping list. His eyes glazed over with the memories of one horror after another causing him to visibly shudder.
“Urgh,” He shook himself off. Then before anything else could be said or done for that matter, he grabbed the two boys closest to him and began dragging them out. “Van! To the van!”