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Rating: G-R
Summary: A collection of drabbles and requests I've filled for Tumblr followers. Most were written on the spur of the moment, so please forgive quick plots, little to no backstory and casual prose.
Warning: Drabbles will be labeled with an individual warning.
Disclaimer: The TVXQ members belong to themselves. All other rights belong to S.M. Entertainment, Avex, C-JeS and Time Warner Entertainment.


Delicious, (MinSu)

So it turns out, Changmin may have a tiny, microscopic, electron-sized soft spot on his heart for Junsu. It’s no bigger than the point of a pin and easily ignorable.

Unfortunately, it is also the reason why, when Junsu returns from soccer practice, worn-out and belly rumbling, and frowns at the empty bowl of bibimbap, Changmin offers the singer his.

“You can have half,” he tells him. (His heart will never outrank his stomach.) “Maybe if you didn’t suck so badly at soccer, you wouldn’t have to practice so much and you’d make it home in time for dinner.”

Junsu rolls his eyes and accepts the food graciously. “Thanks, Minnie-ah,” he says, as he sits down beside the maknae. Changmin shovels a portion of his meal onto a plate, saving the best pieces of meat for himself. Junsu takes a bite and the younger boy watches as some of the weariness fades away from his face.

“Good?” Changmin asks.

His hyung just smiles and nods before scooping another bite into his mouth. Changmin looks at the mix of rice, vegetables and gristly bits of meat on Junsu’s plate and his stomach twists in sympathy.

He picks a large piece of beef off his plate and holds it out. “Here,” he offers.

“For me?” Junsu asks, confused.

“No,” Changmin deadpans. “I’m just placing this piece of beef here.” He leans forward and feeds the other boy, and before he can pull his hand back, Junsu grabs it and licks the sauce gently off his fingers.

Changmin snatches his hand back and flushes furiously. “Don’t you think that’s kinda dangerous, Junsu-hyung?” he flusters.

The singer just smiles his angel smile and reaches out to ruffle Changmin’s hair. He finishes the last of his food and stands to clear his plate.

“You just taste so delicious, Changminnie,” he purrs as he tickles the younger boy’s neck.

Changmin’s heart flutters and can feel that soft spot grow ever so slightly. He struggles to think of something befitting his unshakable persona.

“I didn’t give you permission to taste me. Ask next time,” he huffs.

Junsu laughs and Changmin nearly doubles over when he realizes what he’s said.

“I’ll remember that,” the older boy says before leaving the kitchen. Changmin remains sitting, stockstill, and frowns at his plate. The beef on his plate is mocking him and he wants nothing else but to crawl under the kitchen table.

Okay. So, Changmin has a small, pebble-sized soft spot on his heart for Junsu. It’s no bigger than a peach pit, and, as long as tongue isn’t involved, is easily ignorable.




Changmin makes fun of Jaejoong’s new drama, (JaeMin; For dongbangasm)

“You look like an idiot,” Changmin spits out between guffaws. “Why the hell are you still wearing that get-up?”

Jaejoong blushes as he smoothes his extensions. The Joseon-era top-knot was not kind to his roots. “I was filming. What do you think?”

“Don’t you usually change on the set?”

“We ran late today,” Jaejoong mumbles. He lifts his hat off his head and sets it haphazardly on Changmin’s before brushing past and flopping onto the hotel bed.

Changmin smirks as he straightens the wide-brimmed hat. “You could have gone home and changed first. Dear lord, did you drive around the city in that thing?”

“I was too tired to change. I hate this costume, Minnie-ah,” the elder man whines. His heavy makeup smears on the bedspread. “It’s too itchy, it’s too hot and the top knot is breaking off all my hair.”

“Your life is so difficult,” the younger man says without much sympathy. He places the hat on a chair and sits at the head of the bed. He gathers Jaejoong into his arms, pulling the exhausted man up between his legs until his back is resting on his chest, and pokes his belly through the stiff layers of fabric. “I actually like it.”

Jaejoong rubs his hands down Changmin’s thighs before slapping his leg. “Stop mocking me.”

“No, I mean it. You’re like a present.” Changmin slips a finger underneath Jaejoong’s studded belt and nimbly undoes it with one hand. He slides it from underneath the other man and flits it about like a ribbon. After he tosses it to the floor, he loosens the knot of hair on top of Jaejoong’s head and gently runs his fingers through his silky locks.

“That feels good,” the older singer sighs.

Changmin pulls the fancy, button-down cuffs off Jaejoong’s wrists and loosens the top layer of his robes. “Sit-up,” he instructs, and Jaejoong does. He pulls the billowy fabric over the other man’s head, temporarily losing him in the swath of material, and throws the garment to the floor. The orange shirt underneath soon follows.

“Careful,” Jaejoong says as he leans back into Changmin. “We’re still shooting. As much as I’d like to, I can’t ruin anything yet.”

The maknae makes a noise of assent and trails his fingers to the tie of the other’s pants. He quickly unknots the thick fabric and helps Jaejoong to kick them off.

The older man is now nearly naked, dressed only in a thin white undershirt and a pair of boxers. Changmin pinches Jaejoong’s thigh before nuzzling close and tightening his embrace. “You make an okay present, hyung.”

“Just okay?”

“You’d be better if I didn’t already know what was underneath all the wrapping.”

Jaejoong smiled. “You love what’s underneath all the wrapping.”

Changmin leaned in to nip at the older man’s jaw. “That I do,” he breathed. “I do very much.”




Yoochun thought he could find a new boyfriend at the party and Changmin only came along for the food (YooMin; college house party AU; for miriuchiha)

“This isn’t funny.”

“I didn’t say it was.”

“You’re grinning. We’re locked in a tiny half-bath and you’re grinning. Stop that.”

Yoochun tried to clear his smiling face, but the sight of the pissed-off and half-naked man in front of him didn’t really allow for it. He chuckled to himself.

“I said ‘stop it,’” Changmin repeated angrily.

“You know, you really have no right to be mad at me. I’m the one who was violated, man. You barged in on me and saw my junk.”

The younger man flushed. “Believe me when I say that upset me just as much as you.” He pulled on the bathroom doorknob. “I’m the true victim here. Trapped in my underwear with a creepy stranger.”

“I’m not creepy,” Yoochun pouted. “What happened to your pants anyway?” he asked tugging lightly on the other man’s striped boxers.

“Jung Yunho and a too-hot-bowl of nacho cheese, that’s what happened.” Changmin slapped the hand away and ripped a decorative towel off a nearby rack. The embroidered hand towel didn’t even wrap completely around his waist. He pulled at it in a wasted effort to cover his thighs. Yoochun flicked his eyes low before grinning.

“Ah,” Yoochun replied. “Jae pointed him out earlier. Your boyfriend?”

“Roommate,” Changmin corrected with a glare.

Yoochun raised his hands in defense. “Sorry, dude. Not trying to imply anything. You two arrived together and he seems like a decent guy.”

“He’s an idiot,” Changmin snapped. He tried the doorknob again before a pounding a fist into the solid wood door. “A lying, sneaking, love-struck moron who will soon be surprised to find himself homeless.”

Yoochun smiled and sat on the lowered toliet seat. “I have a feeling Jae will be more than willing to make some space for him.”

Changmin huffed. “Don’t get me started on him. The only reason I let Yunho-hyung drag me to this thing is because he promised that Jaejoong-hyung was cooking lots of food. I show up and the only things to eat are a bag of potato chips and a plate of raw vegetables.”

Yoochun shrugged. “Sorry about that. This whole party was kind of a trick.”

“What? Trick a group of poor, hungry boys into thinking they were going to get some decent food only to break their hearts? It worked.”

“A trick for Yunho. Throw a big party, hype it up and draw him into coming by the house. They’ve been fighting, you see.”

“I know that,” Changmin snapped. “Hyung’s been moping around our apartment for the last week and a half. If Jaejoong-hyung wanted him back, all he needed—” Changmin stopped as he realized something. “Wait, you knew Jaejoong-hyung and Yunho-hyung were together?”

“Jaejoong’s my best friend. I knew before they knew that they were together.”

“Then why’d you ask if I was dating Yunho-hyung?”

“Oh, that.” Yoochun smiled nervously and ran a hand through his hair. “Just fishing.”

“‘Fishing?’”

“For info.” Yoochun shrugged. “You told me what I was looking for.”

“Huh?”

“It’s okay, man. I know better than to chase after straight guys.”

Changmin gaped. “You were asking about me?”

“Jae’s got a lot of gay friends-of-friends. I wanted to see if you’re one of them. The glare you gave me proved you weren’t. So just forget I said anything.”

Changmin frowned before shaking his head and sighing. “You’re an idiot, too.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m standing a foot in front of you with no pants and a towel miniskirt. Clearly, I’m not too concerned about protecting my manly pride from you.”

“You looked like you were about to rip my head off when I asked if you were with Yunho.”

The younger man cringed. “The key phrase being ‘with Yunho.’ The man cries during Disney movies. If I was going to start playing for the same team, it would never be with him.”

“‘If?’” Yoochun repeated. He stood and stretched, flashing a peek of his flat belly.

Changmin swallowed as he backed closer to the door. The bathroom suddenly felt even smaller. And warmer. “I’ve been hanging around Yunho-hyung and Jaejoong-hyung long enough to not be completely replused by the idea,” he mumbled.

Yoochun grinned and Changmin thought he saw some perversion in it. “So if I were to ask you if you were interested in meeting again, what would you say?”

“I’d ask if we could make sure it’d be as far away as possible from Jaejoong-hyung and Yunho-hyung.”

“Agreed. And if I asked you to lose your pants again?”

Changmin flushed before pinching the other man’s under his arm. “Save your greasiness for some poor, naive girl. It won’t work on me.”

Yoochun bent down and pressed a warm kiss on the younger man’s lips. Changmin stumbled away quickly, losing his grip on the hand towel, before falling on his butt.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yoochun laughed.




Fight about HoMin (JaeMin; for dongbangasm)

@mjjeje kekekekeke…U ugly hag, Yunho’s forgotten all about you. So pathetic how desperate U R. HoMin hwaiting! http://bit.ly/ep8Ugi

It shouldn’t have bothered him. It was nothing more than a bratty attempt to bait him and a clearly staged interaction between his two former group mates. They were all professionals. It was nothing that should have upset him.

But it did. And he was pissed. It didn’t help the image was incredibly hot. Changmin had never touched him like that in public, not even in the name of fan service.

Jaejoong closed the Twitter app on his phone and opened a new text message.

It’s cute how close you and Yunho have gotten, he typed out quickly. He was being petty. He didn’t care.

His phone vibrated as he received an incoming message. “Cute” isn’t how I’d describe it. Necessary maybe.

Jaejoong frowned. Don’t start a fight with me, he replied. He added a =_= to show that he was serious.

I’m not. What’s wrong with you? >.<;;

He couldn’t tell him. The younger man wasn’t sympathetic to shallow emotions such as jealousy. He tossed his phone to the side and stared up at the ceiling. He ignored the two more text messages that arrived.

A few minutes later, his phone rang—”I Never Let Go” from their very first album. Changmin’s ringtone.

“What do you want?” he asked bitterly.

Jaejoong heard a sigh. “What happened?” the younger man asked, sounding tired.

“You love Yunho.”

“Yes.”

Jaejoong whimpered audibly. “You love touching Yunho, too.”

Changmin snorted. “I’m not sure how you jumped to that conclusion, but, no.”

“You touch him and girls scream and everyone forgets about me.”

“Could you be any more self-centered?” the magnae said affectionately.

Jaejoong curled in on himself. “I miss you.”

“Ah,” Changmin said slowly. “So that’s what this is about.”

“I miss you so much, but you’ve moved on—”

“Jaejoong-hyung, you know it’s not like that.”

“Don’t do it anymore,” the older singer ordered.

“Do what?”

“Touch Yunho. No more touching Yunho or growling at Yunho or doing anything with Yunho that you’re supposed to be doing with me.”

“I don’t think that’s a realistic plan.”

Jaejoong frowned. “Fine,” he replied testily. “Stick your hand under your shirt.”

“What!?”

“Do it.”

“Hyung, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Do it or I’ll post another ‘I’m sad’ tweet and rile up all your antis.”

Changmin mumbled under his breath about crazy antifans, crazy hyungs and the craziness of his life in general. “Alright,” he said after some shuffling. “My hand’s under my shirt. Why?”

“Put your palm on your chest.”

“Okay,” the younger singer said in a tone that still questioned Jaejoong’s sanity.

“That’s mine,” Jaejoong said simply. “Now put your hand on your stomach.”

Changmin chuckled lowly. “Okay.”

“That’s mine. Put your hand down your pants.”

“Hyung—”

“Don’t argue with me. Wrap your fingers around yourself.”

The other man didn’t speak, but Jaejoong could hear his breath quickening on the other end of the phone.

He smiled and after giving Changmin a moment to enjoy himself he purred. “That’s also mine. Now put your hand over your heart.”

“Okay,” Changmin breathed.

“And that’s definitely mine. I’m yours, you’re mine, and I don’t like to share. Remember that, Minnie-ah. If you don’t, I’ll have no problem reminding you.”



Changmin getting acting tips from Jaejoong (JaeMin; for Anonymous)

Know your lines. Practice them over and over until you start to get sick of them. Then, practice them some more.

“You were late again tonight. Something happen?”

The younger man leans over to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek before getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom. He’s lean and naked and perfect, and Jaejoong wishes he’d stay under the sheets with him. “Rehearsal ran late,” he shouts, his voice rising above the sound of running water.

“Rehearsal? For what.”

“Just a dumb music show in Japan. I told you about it before. It’s nothing special.”

“It must be something. It’s held you up the last three times we’ve gotten together.”

The water stops and Jaejoong watches Changmin’s shadow as he rinses his face. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He leaves the bathroom and gives Jaejoong a puppy-dog grin. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

Jaejoong’s heard that before.

Deliver your lines confidently and eloquently—unless your character is a timid stutterer. Still, make sure you stutter confidently.

“We can meet at your apartment if it’s easier.”

“No,” the younger singer says quickly. “No, that’s okay,” he rushes to add. “I know how out of the way it is.”

“Maybe you can skip out early next time?”

Changmin sits on the edge of the bed—he’s wearing his pants now—and frowns. “I don’t think that would look too good. It’s a pretty big deal, hyung.”

“You just called it dumb, Min.”

“I mean, it’s not …” Changmin sighs. “It’s nothing you need to bother with.”

The devil’s in the details. Remember, the tone of your voice can have more power than an inelegant flailing limb.

“When’s the appearance?”

A shrug. “Sometime next week.”

Jaejoong smiles at Changmin’s sudden show of bashfulness. “Well, what will you be singing sometime next week?”

“Mostly our new stuff: ‘Before U Go,’ ‘Maximum,’ and ‘She’”

Five members or two, Jaejoong knows everything there is to know about TVXQ. “I didn’t even know you had Japanese lyrics to ‘She.’”

Become an expert in body language. Watch how people act in different situations.

The younger singer pulls back and squares his shoulders. “It’s new. That’s why we have to practice so much.”

Jaejoong reaches out and cups Changmin’s cheek. He stiffens for just a moment before relaxing into the touch. “No need to get so defensive, baby. I just missed you. You’ve been hard to catch, lately.”

Eyes dart to the floor before settling on Jaejoong’s face. “I missed you, too.”

“Can we meet again tomorrow? I can’t wait another week to see you.”

Always stay in character. It’s tempting to take a break between shoots, but don’t do it. It’ll ruin the fantasy.

“Sorry, hyung.” Changmin rises from the bed and stretches. “We’re going to be rehearsing for that fan meet real hard the next few days.”

“Music show,” Jaejoong corrects.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re rehearsing for a music show.”

The younger man flushes deeply, the red spreading across his chest. He grabs his shirt from the foot of the bed. “I gotta get dressed.”

The bathroom door slams shut and Jaejoong is left alone. He tries to keep the smile on his face, but it soon crumbles away.

Jaejoong’s been called many things, but never stupid. He knows he’s losing the other, but has no idea how to stop it. So he tries to ignore it. He pretends that things are still as amazing as they’ve always been. That Changmin loves him just as much as he always has.

He just wishes Changmin were better at playing along.
A/N: I have no idea where all my JaeMin Tumblr followers came from. O.o
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