poppy_sky | Fic: Jaejoong's New Hobby (Reply)

Title: Jaejoong's New Hobby

Pairings: none; jaechun if you squint.

Rating: G

A/N:This is my first ever DBSK fanfic. I apologize for any mistakes it might have. Enjoy!

They never saw this coming. This could have been thought to be impossible, not even happening in their weirdest dreams. But as Yoochun laid on the bed with a blank expression, watching the youngest of the group beg and plead with the oldest, who was doing his best to ignore the maknae, he couldn’t help but to be amused. This situation had been going on for a while now, two weeks and four days to be exact (and no, he wasn’t counting, Changmin had just whined it out in a futile attempt to make an argument) and it was taking its toll on Korea’s most famous boy band.

It started way before their predicament, when Jaejoong started getting into reading. Harmless as it might seem, it developed an obsession, consuming the young man for the duration of the small free periods that managed to squeeze themselves into the band’s tight schedule. Novel after novel was consumed, until there was not a single book in the apartment that had not been held in Jaejoong’s hands and devoured in a record amount of time. Then one day, while everyone was seated around the dinner table ready to enjoy their meal, he made his dreadful announcement.

I’m going to take a shot at writing.

Though met with different reactions (Junsu and Yoochun actually burst into pearls of laughter), there was overall support for his enterprise. But as days went by, the situation changed.

Hyuung, please I’m dying!!

I’m busy Changmin.

But you’re always busy.

I’m in the middle of writing a masterpiece Changmin, and you are making me lose my thread of thought.

Just cook me something and I’ll leave you alone!

Get Junsu to cook you something.

Changmin frowned. The whole Junsu-cooking fiasco had not been forgotten by the other three members of the group who still had to stare at the dark burnt mark gracing the whiteness of the kitchen ceiling. Yoochun shifted. He knew the conversation was going nowhere and though slightly bored, he was curious as to what tactic Changmin would try tonight. Last night it had been seduction, which failed miserably (and gave Yoochun nightmares that night). As of now it seemed he was reduced to begging until one of them gave in.

He burned the kitchen last time he attempted to cook.

Well, tell Yunho to give you food.

He would only give me take-out again, come on hyung!

I’m almost done.

That’s what you said yesterday…

With a pout Changmin stood up from his kneeling position and shuffled sock-covered feet towards the door, slamming it when he was out of the bedroom. After that startle, the room fell back into silence, only disturbed by Jaejoong’s frantic typing. Minutes went by; Jaejoong continued typing and Yoochun closed his eyes when he started feeling drowsy, being lulled by the rhythmical sound of the keys being pressed one after the other. After what seemed like hours (or was it half-an-hour?) later the typing stopped and Yoochun opened his eyes to see what had caused it.

I’m done.

Jaejoong was quite a sight. His blonde hair in slight disarray from running his hands through it in desperation, probably trying to find a way to continue his plot-line, thick rimmed glasses perched atop of his perfect nose, a grin gracing his plum mouth.

Chunnie, would you read it for me?

Jaejoong pouted, motioning his computer towards Yoochun. The later rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Sighing he took the device, careful not to drop it and began scanning through the text. Meanwhile Jaejoong stretched with cat-like movements and then moved to sit next to Yoochun on his bed, leaning his head on the other’s shoulder while he read. After a few minutes, Yoochun paused in his reading.

What do you think?

Yoochun sighed at the question. He sat the computer next to him and turned to look at Jaejoong’s face, those big doe eyes of his looking expectant. He frowned.

I think your writing sucks, hyung.

A smack hit the side of his face and the computer was snatched from his bed. Jaejoong stormed to his own bed and laid down facing the opposite side.

Tell the others there won’t be any dinner tonight.

And when the death-sentence was pronounced he thought he should have lied, because quite honestly, he was sick of take-out himself.