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Title: smile for the camera
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hyunjoong/Hyungjoon
A/N: Three times leader almost created a scandal, and one time he was actually involved in one. Taken from the prompts list, again. I WILL STOP PUTTING UP FAIL!SS501 FIC NOW, I PROMISE.
1. Kyujong
Hyunjoong is most definitely not a morning person, and the members know this, which is why he’s especially irked this morning by the insistent tugging on the hem of his shirt. That bastard.
“Hyung,” he half-hears, “wake up.” Oh. Kyujong.
Hyunjoong likes Kyujong, he really does. Even if Kyujong should know better by now. He gropes blindly, eyes still tight shut, and manages to get a fistful of Kyujong’s shirt. It’s with a grunt of effort that he manages to unbalance his bandmate enough for Kyujong to land half on top of him, which, in retrospect, will probably be filed under Things Not To Do While Half Asleep. God, the kid is heavy.
“Sleep,” Hyunjoong mumbles, patting Kyujong affectionately on the hip, while Kyujong squirms in evident distress.
“Cut, cut!”
“But, Kyujong-sshi -”
It’s only later that Kyujong will show him the tape in the confines of their shared bedroom. “Oh,” Hyunjoong says, and squints. “Oh.”
“Your hand,” Kyujong says, finger jabbing accusingly at the screen. “I had to do so much begging to get them to give me the tape.”
“Well, that’ll teach you to wake me up,” Hyunjoong says, and ducks the stuffed carrot Kyujong aims at his head.
2. Youngsaeng
Hyunjoong isn’t sure why he decides to do it. Maybe it’s the way Youngsaeng looks every time he talks about the people he trained with at SM, or the way he’s fidgeting, gaze fixed on his hands. It’s probably because he knows he’ll never be able to talk to Youngsaeng about this later when the cameras are off, enough to say I know you miss them and I’m glad you’re here anyway.
Youngsaeng’s cheek is cool under his lips, and he draws away to catcalls from Jungmin and muffled shrieks from some of the coordi noonas. Hyunjoong laughs out loud at Youngsaeng’s wide-eyed look of half-terror. “Okay, okay,” he says, and holds up his hands in mock surrender.
Youngsaeng attempts a smile which comes out looking more like a grimace of pain. “Hyung…”
“We can edit that out, right?”
“Why, Kyujong, do you always insist on spoiling all our fun -”
“Shut up, Jungmin.”
“You got that, right? I apologise for our magnae’s lack of manners -”
3. Jungmin
“When do the rest of the members find Jungmin most attractive? Hyunjoong-sshi?”
“I never find him attractive,” Hyungjoon interjects, yelping as Jungmin starts attacking him with a cushion.
This is a tough one. “In the shower,” Hyunjoong says, then stops when he realizes everyone’s just looking at him.
Kyujong looks like he’s about to choke on his own spit. Hyunjoong is tempted to tell Jungmin to close his mouth before he attracts flies, but thinks better of it. It’s probably best he say nothing for now.
“…Next question, please,” Jungmin says finally, and for the first time Hyunjoong is acutely aware of, and thankful for, the three other people separating the both of them.
4. Hyungjoon
It is, as usual, the magnae’s fault. Well, maybe Jungmin’s, too. After all, he is the reason Hyunjoong’s sitting here on one of their rare nights off listening to the baby rant.
“And then he said -”
If Hyunjoong weren’t such a patient and understanding leader he would have killed the both of them two days ago and spared himself such agony. It’s the fifth time he’s hearing this, and the third time from Hyungjoon himself. Hyunjoong sighs.
“What do you want me to do about that?”
“I don’t know.” Damnit, shouldn’t he already be too old to still be able to pull off pouting like an eight year old? Hyunjoong scowls darkly.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“That.”
“What?”
“Seriously -”
It’s a failing, not thinking before he acts (or speaks). He’s pretty sure he’ll regret jumping on the magnae like this in about thirty seconds, but Hyungjoon’s lips are soft and cherry-flavoured and right now Hyunjoong isn’t really thinking of anything beyond how effective this method is at getting Hyungjoon to stop pouting.
Hyunjoong is all prepared to pull away when the alarm bells start going off in his head (oh dear god what am I doing), only Hyungjoon seems to have a death-like grip on the front of his shirt and is making such pretty noises that Hyunjoong is more than tempted to stay right where he is.
It’s only when the camera flash goes off that Hyunjoong realizes how much trouble he’s in. That, and just how essential breathing is to staying alive. To his credit, it takes him less than two seconds to process the entire situation. Youngsaeng looks like he’s on the verge of fainting, while Jungmin just looks triumphant, camera clutched protectively to his chest. The baby, he realizes in disgust, just looks violated.
“…oh, shit.”
Hyungjoon turns to him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh, shit? That’s the best you can come up with?”
“Hard evidence,” Jungmin cackles, clearly too pleased with himself, and dances out of the way as Hyungjoon lunges for the camera.
“We’ll be in the room,” Kyujong says faintly, and Hyunjoong sighs as the magnae settles back down next to him.
“Jungmin’s going to use that for blackmail.”
“Huh.” Hyungjoon frowns thoughtfully. “Might as well make it worth all the pain we’re about to go through, huh?”
That, Hyunjoong thinks, as Hyungjoon tangles fingers in his shirt, might not be such a bad idea after all.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hyunjoong/Hyungjoon
A/N: Three times leader almost created a scandal, and one time he was actually involved in one. Taken from the prompts list, again. I WILL STOP PUTTING UP FAIL!SS501 FIC NOW, I PROMISE.
1. Kyujong
Hyunjoong is most definitely not a morning person, and the members know this, which is why he’s especially irked this morning by the insistent tugging on the hem of his shirt. That bastard.
“Hyung,” he half-hears, “wake up.” Oh. Kyujong.
Hyunjoong likes Kyujong, he really does. Even if Kyujong should know better by now. He gropes blindly, eyes still tight shut, and manages to get a fistful of Kyujong’s shirt. It’s with a grunt of effort that he manages to unbalance his bandmate enough for Kyujong to land half on top of him, which, in retrospect, will probably be filed under Things Not To Do While Half Asleep. God, the kid is heavy.
“Sleep,” Hyunjoong mumbles, patting Kyujong affectionately on the hip, while Kyujong squirms in evident distress.
“Cut, cut!”
“But, Kyujong-sshi -”
It’s only later that Kyujong will show him the tape in the confines of their shared bedroom. “Oh,” Hyunjoong says, and squints. “Oh.”
“Your hand,” Kyujong says, finger jabbing accusingly at the screen. “I had to do so much begging to get them to give me the tape.”
“Well, that’ll teach you to wake me up,” Hyunjoong says, and ducks the stuffed carrot Kyujong aims at his head.
2. Youngsaeng
Hyunjoong isn’t sure why he decides to do it. Maybe it’s the way Youngsaeng looks every time he talks about the people he trained with at SM, or the way he’s fidgeting, gaze fixed on his hands. It’s probably because he knows he’ll never be able to talk to Youngsaeng about this later when the cameras are off, enough to say I know you miss them and I’m glad you’re here anyway.
Youngsaeng’s cheek is cool under his lips, and he draws away to catcalls from Jungmin and muffled shrieks from some of the coordi noonas. Hyunjoong laughs out loud at Youngsaeng’s wide-eyed look of half-terror. “Okay, okay,” he says, and holds up his hands in mock surrender.
Youngsaeng attempts a smile which comes out looking more like a grimace of pain. “Hyung…”
“We can edit that out, right?”
“Why, Kyujong, do you always insist on spoiling all our fun -”
“Shut up, Jungmin.”
“You got that, right? I apologise for our magnae’s lack of manners -”
3. Jungmin
“When do the rest of the members find Jungmin most attractive? Hyunjoong-sshi?”
“I never find him attractive,” Hyungjoon interjects, yelping as Jungmin starts attacking him with a cushion.
This is a tough one. “In the shower,” Hyunjoong says, then stops when he realizes everyone’s just looking at him.
Kyujong looks like he’s about to choke on his own spit. Hyunjoong is tempted to tell Jungmin to close his mouth before he attracts flies, but thinks better of it. It’s probably best he say nothing for now.
“…Next question, please,” Jungmin says finally, and for the first time Hyunjoong is acutely aware of, and thankful for, the three other people separating the both of them.
4. Hyungjoon
It is, as usual, the magnae’s fault. Well, maybe Jungmin’s, too. After all, he is the reason Hyunjoong’s sitting here on one of their rare nights off listening to the baby rant.
“And then he said -”
If Hyunjoong weren’t such a patient and understanding leader he would have killed the both of them two days ago and spared himself such agony. It’s the fifth time he’s hearing this, and the third time from Hyungjoon himself. Hyunjoong sighs.
“What do you want me to do about that?”
“I don’t know.” Damnit, shouldn’t he already be too old to still be able to pull off pouting like an eight year old? Hyunjoong scowls darkly.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“That.”
“What?”
“Seriously -”
It’s a failing, not thinking before he acts (or speaks). He’s pretty sure he’ll regret jumping on the magnae like this in about thirty seconds, but Hyungjoon’s lips are soft and cherry-flavoured and right now Hyunjoong isn’t really thinking of anything beyond how effective this method is at getting Hyungjoon to stop pouting.
Hyunjoong is all prepared to pull away when the alarm bells start going off in his head (oh dear god what am I doing), only Hyungjoon seems to have a death-like grip on the front of his shirt and is making such pretty noises that Hyunjoong is more than tempted to stay right where he is.
It’s only when the camera flash goes off that Hyunjoong realizes how much trouble he’s in. That, and just how essential breathing is to staying alive. To his credit, it takes him less than two seconds to process the entire situation. Youngsaeng looks like he’s on the verge of fainting, while Jungmin just looks triumphant, camera clutched protectively to his chest. The baby, he realizes in disgust, just looks violated.
“…oh, shit.”
Hyungjoon turns to him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh, shit? That’s the best you can come up with?”
“Hard evidence,” Jungmin cackles, clearly too pleased with himself, and dances out of the way as Hyungjoon lunges for the camera.
“We’ll be in the room,” Kyujong says faintly, and Hyunjoong sighs as the magnae settles back down next to him.
“Jungmin’s going to use that for blackmail.”
“Huh.” Hyungjoon frowns thoughtfully. “Might as well make it worth all the pain we’re about to go through, huh?”
That, Hyunjoong thinks, as Hyungjoon tangles fingers in his shirt, might not be such a bad idea after all.