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13 July 2008 @ 12:59 pm
Questions Known (1/1)  
Title: Questions Known
Written By: Perriwynkkle
Rating: PG
Pairing: JaeMin
Length: 1/1 drabble
Disclaimer: SM owns the boys, I do not.

Summary: Why is it that people ask so many questions they already know the answer to? 

Author's Note: Okay, here is another story I typed up in about...30 minutes this morning since I got it in my head and I couldn't get it out. I know I write a lot of JaeMin, and so for the HoMin fans or the JaeHo fans, I appologize! LOL! I will write more other pairings, it is just that JaeMin is my OTP gallore, so I can never actually stop writing about them to save my life. XDD

Jaejoong picked up his cell phone as it alerted him of a text message, the dim lighting of the studio reflecting off the custom chrome and blue coloring.
“We need to talk.” Was all it stated, and just that small sentence made Jaejoong cover his mouth with a slight gasp of,
“Oh shit.”
He remembered, Changmin had remembered what went on last night, that wasn’t supposed to happen. What had happened last night wasn’t supposed to happen either, but that wasn’t the point, the point was….what was the point?
Anyways, besides all of the back-story, Changmin was not supposed to remember anything, ANYTHING, or Jaejoong was now screwed beyond all sense of the word. Because when Changmin gets mad, oh hell, you had better run if you cared for your life at all….which was why Jaejoong was now pacing, his footfalls echoing off the mirrored walls of the dance studio.
Flipping his phone open once again, Jaejoong read the message over trying to think up excuses and lies, maybe even a dramatic monologue that might be able to sway the untamed beast that was angry Changmin.
Instead he punched in, “talk about what?” going for the forever famed i-am-oblivious approach.
The reply came only a second later, “You know what I am talking about.”
Yes, Jaejoong did know what he was talking about, but didn’t want to admit it or surrender to the fact that he really liked what had happened.
Sighing, Jaejoong typed, “What about it?”
The nerves took over once again as the wait for the reply was longer and more tedious than the last. As he waited, Jaejoong reflected on last night, in the drunken glory of the couch make-out session he had had with the youngest.
Make-out session, you heard right. It was all tongue and roving hands over hot and sweaty flesh rolling around on a white leather couch.
It was great, in all honesty, great and intense, Jaejoong had never felt so hard or turned on in his life. Did he expect to get it from his youngest band-mate and friend, not exactly, but the surprise wasn’t a bad one. 
Jaejoong had always known he was interested in both men and women from a very early age, he never assumed it mattered what gender you were with as long as love was involved. There were good qualities about men and women, no need to compare against the hard and the soft. Both genders had something to give, and he was a welcome receiver.
Yet, he never told anyone of his sexuality, it wasn’t accepted in Korea, nor will it ever be, at least in his lifetime.
Now, all of his careful planning, all of the worry of people finding out, was now flying ten fold throughout his veins. Why did it have to happen, why did alcohol do this to him, it just wasn’t fair…it was all very scary.
His phone buzzed once again, the message reading, “Please Jae, I’m serious. I’m in the kitchen, you have 2 minutes.”
Sighing, Jaejoong slammed the phone shut, terrors overcoming his senses, making the walls undulate and his legs shake as he walked to the elevator down the hall.
The kitchen was the second room you saw after walking into the apartment, and Jaejoong could already see Changmin’s head from the doorway.
“Jae is that you?” he heard Changmin shout, his voice sounding eerily calm for the foreboding situation.
“Uhm…” Jaejoong stuttered as he shut the door and walked slowly to the white kitchen. “Yes, it’s me.”
As he approached the tile and pale pink wood of the cabinets and floor, Jaejoong looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with Changmin now sitting on a low counter.
“I won’t start talking until you look at me.” Changmin stated, his legs swinging back and fourth, the rubber soles of his converse hitting the wood cupboards. “Look at me Jaejoong…it can’t be that hard, you do it all the time.”
A whisper of a breath and Jaejoong lifted his head, his shining black eyes filmy with worry. “Just fucking talk Changmin, I’m waiting.”
Jaejoong watched as Changmin heaved a sigh, “What happened last night?”
“Dammit, you know what happened, why are you asking what happened?” Jaejoong mumbled his anger apparent in the air.
“Yes, I do know what physically transpired, but I don’t know what you thought about it.”
Jaejoong crossed his arms, “I guess I was fine with it.”
Changmin sighed and flapped his hands up into the air, “That explanation doesn’t cut it. Fine can encompass a lot of different emotions.”
“I liked it.” Jaejoong said.
“Liked what?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong grimaced inside as he started to flail, “The kisses alright!”
A nod, “So you like the kisses?”
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
“Yes. It is.”
A bang of a foot on a cupboard.
A sniffle trying to hold back inevitable tears.
“Why did you like it?” Changmin asked once more, each syllable accentuated by a tap of a fingernail on tile.
“Well why do you think I liked it Min?” Jaejoong replied, “Your one of my friends, you’re really sexy, and you have a nice ass.”
“Well I already knew all of that; tell me something I don’t know.”
Jaejoong blanched, “Are you fucking kidding me? Why do you need to know?”
Changmin jumped off of the counter, two strides and he was standing in front of Jaejoong’s chest, blocking any escape.
“So I know if you are feeling the same way I am.”
Pausing a pushing hand on Changmin’s chest, Jaejoong stared up into his band-mate’s eyes, their orbs showing only sincerity. “What way is that?”
“The way that…” Changmin looked down at their joined torsos, “I may just like you, and we may just be able to make this work.”
Silence once more.
Jaejoong was stunned, his mind had words, but the connection to the vocal chords seemed to have broken in two. Changmin liked him, he actually liked him…it was beyond imaginable. Fuck, it was totally insane.
“You’re still drunk aren’t you?” Jaejoong asked his mind weary.
Changmin chuckled, rolling his eyes slightly, “Not since the last time I checked.”
“You do realize, you just professed your like of a guy right? As in, a male with penis and all that.”
A laugh barked from deep inside Min’s chest, Jaejoong feeling the vibrations rolling into his own. “Yes, I do know that fact…”
Jaejoong was still skeptical, “And you’re fine with it?”
Jaejoong only caught a smirk before two soft, plump lips were pressed against his, gradually massaging with a reluctant tongue for him to open. Widening his mouth, Jaejoong and Changmin kissed for what seemed to be hours, their lips crushing and their teeth clashing with a bump of a nose and chin.
Pulling away and taking a breath, Changmin asked, “Does that answer your question?”
Still in a stupor, Jaejoong chuckled, running his hands through the short choppy hair of his partner, “Yeah, yeah I think that did it.”
“Do you even remember the question?” Changmin questioned, his lips a bright cherry red.
“No.” Jaejoong replied, laughing,
 “But I honestly don’t care.”

Comments are appreciated!

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Stephanie Nguyenbunni102 on July 13th, 2008 10:22 pm (UTC)
aww !that was so cute and Hawt!!
i just love your fics !
perriwynkkleperriwynkkle on July 29th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
Aww, thanks I am so happy you like them! I hope to see you around!
Stephanietheresa_lynne on July 13th, 2008 10:25 pm (UTC)
Well, requited love is certainly nice. At least Changmin didn't have to be a bastard. XDDD
perriwynkkleperriwynkkle on July 29th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
No, he didn't, he is a nice boy!
yumeneyumene on July 14th, 2008 09:53 am (UTC)
OHH write as many jaemin´s as you want to..love homin and..other pairings as well.... but Jaemin....*_**sparkle^* ahhhHHXD loved when Jae was all frightened imagining a REALLY mad Changmin...ohh I want to know what exactly happened on that couCH!! gosh it´s like the begginning of my own fanfiction!!! hahhha
perriwynkkleperriwynkkle on July 29th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
write as many as I want eh? Okay I will!


Thanks for reading!