A peaceful afternoon during the last days of autumn in the DongBang household. Everyone was occupied with their hobbies on a rare day off.
Junsu could be found in the living room, too much into his video games as usual, Yoochun was chilling out on the veranda, sitting in his rocking chair and scribbling down some lyrics of future songs, looking up to gaze at the sky from time to time as if searching for inspiration. He took the time to enjoy the last sunny days of the season. The Yunjae couple was out shopping for food, and the maknae was slowly devouring leftover cookies in the kitchen.
Just then, Yoochun walked in the kitchen lazily, and directed himself towards one of the many cupboards. Changmin lifted his head in panic but when he saw that it was not the owner of the cookies that was walking in, he continued his shameless actions.
"Hyung, don't drag your feet like that, it's annoying!" He half-snapped at the indeed very much disturbing sound. The still dreamy Yoochun halted himself and took a bowl out, ignoring the youngest completely, placed it on the sink and poured some tea in it. One of his many weird habits.
But the moment he'd picked it up, the bowl slipped from his hand and landed on the floor with a loud crash, disassembling into a dozen of happy-colored pieces, causing Yoochun to abruptly come back on earth. Changmin grunted in annoyance, ready to yell at him for always picking the right time to disturb his never-ending meal times, but then he looked at him and their gazes locked, and he could see fear deep inside his eyes. Both felt suddenly trouble coming up. Yoochun bent over only to confirm his biggest fear, and it was indeed Jaejoong's most favorite bowl. The bowls were actually a pair, and belonged to the Yunjae couple.
Yoochun's hands started shaking and he looked over at Changmin, helplessly searching for reassurance. But an expression of the biggest horror settled on his face for good when the maknae just shrugged and nonchalantly added: "I think you should run."
Yoochun knew he didn't have time to think anything over and without hesitation he flew past the kitchen door, leaving behind his very recent mess. He walked at a fast pace through the living room and grabbed Junsu, pulling him along outside hurriedly. The boy looked so startled, with a matching dumbfounded expression, not comprehending enough to react as Yoochun continued to drag him harshly to run along with him.
He looked at Yoochun's back, then back at the game controller in his hands, of which the loose cable was dangling on the road, then back at Yoochun, and he snapped.
"Yah, Park Yoochun! What the hell is this about?!" He yanked his arm loose from the one too tight grip and made both stop. He gripped the controller impossibly tight and gritted his teeth.
"Tell me right now before I fucking kill you."
And then he noticed that Yoochun was trembling, with his head hung low. Junsu blinked a few times and came a few steps closer. He was about to put his hand on Yoochun's shoulder for reassurance when- "...Yoochun..?"
What Junsu then saw cannot be exactly described. Yoochun's face looked like the ridiculous lovechild of a zombie and a ghost, plus the fact that all his blood seemed to be drained from his body and he was all limp.
"Junsu-yah... I'm going to die.." A mere whisper escaped from his lips.
Unbelievably shocked, Junsu stepped back as his friend burst into tears and howled continuously, flailing over his dear life and how he didn't want it to end so soon.
"Yoochun-ah..." Junsu repeated, softened now, but still not comprehending the strange behavior of his friend.
"Fuck, we have to run." Yoochun's eyes flashed and he grabbed Junsu's arm once again, the controller falling on the road, seemingly being left there for eternity.
The Yunjae couple was squatting over next to the vegetable section and seemingly pondering on what it seemed like the biggest dilemma in their life, to pick green peppers or to pick red peppers. Jaejoong glanced up.
"Aish, Yun, you're so cute~" He pinched Yunho's nose while it was scrunched up because of his intense thinking. Jaejoong couldn't help the giggle when it resulted in the nose getting more scrunched up, now accompanied by Yunho's eyebrows as he pulled his head back to avoid the second pinch.
When they had finally decided, Yunho was loaded with an uncountable amount of full to the brim plastic bags and Jaejoong was carefully counting the remaining money in his wallet. They walked out of the supermarket, with Jaejoong almost crashing into the doors as they delayed their opening, and loaded everything in the car. Yunho sighed in contentment and looked over at his raven-haired boyfriend, who was now furiously typing on a small pocket calculator. Jaejoong then looked up and when he noticed that his boyfriend was staring at him lovingly, he went up and practically shoved the calculator in his face.
"Oh my goodness, Yun, just look at this! Our monthly expenses are going over the roof once again!" He threw his hands in the air, sending the calculator flying to some direction for it to land on an unknown even to God location. Yunho, apparently used to all of this, still stared at him lovingly and even patted his head.
"Calm down, love, it's gonna be alright~"
"How can I- oh my god, Changmin really has to go on a diet! We'll go bankrupt!"
"You know he can't help it..." Yunho stroked his hair continuously and Jaejoong semi-purred.
"Hmm, and he always looks so thin.." Jaejoong's gaze dropped on the ground. "Ugh- whatever."
And with that, they drove off.
Hearing the car noises, Changmin glanced up at the clock.
"About time.." He growled along with his stomach. He got up and went out to help his parents, bumping into Jaejoong right at the doorstep.
"What..." Jaejoong abruptly stopped and dropped his grocery bags. His eyes narrowed as he approached the pile of broken porcelain. "Is that..?"
"Umma~ I love you~" Changmin grabbed the bags and practically went into them, seeking to satisfy his forever empty stomach and never-ending craving for everything that looked like food and tasted good, in his eyes.
"Yah! Shim Changmin! What the hell is this?!" Jaejoong picked up a fragment in each hand, trying to stick them together. "Is this how you show your gratitude?!" Jaejoong threw the pieces, which broke into a million tinier ones, and stomped over to Changmin, pulling his face out of the grocery bags.
"Hyung, I didn't do it." The youngest admitted honestly and looked up at the seemingly furious raven.
"I don't see anyone else here, Min." He glared back.
"Yoochun, we should get back, it's getting dark." Junsu looked around and his gaze ended on Yoochun's blank expression. "Oh come on, how long are you going to act like a girl, seriously." He opened his arms and closed his eyes, taking the I-know-everything position. "So what if it broke, he should get over it soon."
Yoochun finally blinked and his eyes focused on Junsu's face.
"He will kill me."
"He can't kill you...if we go together, that is."
"You will stand up for me?"
"I guess." Junsu rolled his eyes, getting annoyed all over again.
"Let's go the same way we came from."
"Okay." Yoochun nodded and let Junsu guide him.
"Hyung, I was only eating just now." Changmin pointed to the huge, half-eaten pile of cookies.
"My.. cookies.."
"Uh-"
"Goddamnit, Changmin, don't lie to me!" Jaejoong raised his hand and Changmin flinched, ready to protect himself.
Yunho had been silently standing and watching the scene intensely, but he felt that his merging was needed, he didn't want things to get out of control. He stomped loud enough and cleared his throat.
"Jaejoong."
"...Sorry, Min.." Jaejoong let go of the wrist and stepped back.
Yunho nodded.
"By the way, where's Yoochun and Junsu? I didn't see them when I came in."
After a few steps, Yoochun stopped. "He'll definitely kill me."
"Yoochun, are you seriously stupid, or are you acting? You are a terrible actor, stop acting so sissy. And then towards Jaejoong."
"No, Junsu-yah, you don't understand, that bowl was-"
"Yeah, one from the Yunjae set, and a normal soup bowl like every fucking soup bowl on this earth, for God's sake."
Yoochun sighed. In his eyes, Junsu was doomed to never understand the magic of Yunjae.
"I just don't understand why you exaggerate this so much. Let's go." He grabbed Yoochun's hand and pulled him, successful to get him to walk again. His eyes widened though, when Yoochun squeezed his hand, then let go of it.
"Okay Changmin, speak up! Firstly, why did you break the Yunjae bowl, and what did you do with Yoosu." Jaejoong fixed his glasses on his nose and narrowed his eyes to thin lines, while he flashed a bright lamp in the youngest's face, like he'd seen them do in movies when interrogating suspects. Changmin squeezed his eyes shut and grunted.
"Hyung, I told you I didn't do it." A hint of annoyance in his voice; he just wanted to get back to his cookies.
"Then where's Yoosu." Jaejoong persisted. He thought he was fitting his role quite well.
"I don't know, I only saw Yoochun on the veranda." He shrugged and Jaejoong's gaze moved to the kitchen window.
That's right, he'd used it to stare at Yunho in the summer mornings, when he was doing morning stretches on the same veranda and Jaejoong enjoyed a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
Back to the topic.
"We have to find Yoochun." He stated and looked back at Yunho, whom he had obliged to film everything with Jaejoong's camera, as a matter of fact.
"Jaejoong-ah, you look hot with those glasses."
As soon as Junsu felt Yoochun's hand slip away, he felt it settle on his waist. He snapped his head back only to see Yoochun giving him a sly smile when he suddenly dropped his hand lower and gave one of his buttcheeks a strong enough to feel squeeze. Junsu yelped and flew forward, giving his attacker a dirty look. The bastard had it planned all along.
"Park Yoochun! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Touching my boyfriend in public~"
Junsu's face turned the Cassiopeian bright red, not really sure if because of anger or embarrassment, or both. For that time he actually did wish for Jaejoong to beat Yoochun up into a pulp, he would even be more than glad to help him out.
Yoochun responded to Junsu's death glares with a wide grin before approaching him again.
"Stay away, you perv!" Junsu pushed him by the chest as they were walking, only to stumble on something and hear a loud crack from under his feet. Much to his horror, he found out that he'd just destroyed the dearest thing to him, let aside that he'd previously left it in the middle of the street to fate's mercy.
"Oh my god! No!" He picked up the now broken controller and his mouth dropped.
Yoochun held to his stomach and burst out laughing.
"Where do you think they are?" Jaejoong asked, more to himself than to the others, while wiping the last pieces of porcelain from the ground. "Ah, I loved that bowl..." He sighed and threw them in the trash bin.
"They shouldn't be far, given that it's getting dark." Changmin, the never-ending voice of reason spoke as he was now sat back and resumed his food-destroying activities.
"Yah, how can you always eat!" Jaejoong remarked.
Yunho nodded at Changmin's statement and looked out the window.
"They'll get back soon."
He focused on some tree and didn't even notice the little snowflakes floating in the air until Jaejoong happily exclaimed it to be the first snowfall.
"Junsu~ I'm freezing-" Yoochun stumbled from behind, hoping to get Junsu to listen to him and give him some of his magical warmth, but failing miserably.
"Well I hope you freeze to death!" Junsu stuffed the cable of what was left from his controller in his pocket and quickened his pace.
"Junsu-yah, don't be like this~ We're in this together..look, it's even the first snowfall, isn't this a happy occasion- Now let's snuggle and get warmed u- ugh-" Suddenly, Yoochun felt something rolling under his foot and lost his balance, clutching at Junsu's clothes for support.
"God, that hurt-" Smack! "Junsu-yah~"
Yoochun frowned at Junsu's figure quickly distancing from his sight.