MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity - Collage - Morph

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"Changmin! Your mother left a message on your phone and told me to tell you to check it!" Jaejoong screeches from the living room as Changmin passes him.

"Okay. Thanks, Jae," Changmin says as he walks towards his room.

"Jae-HYUNG! Respect your elders!" the oldest member hollers.

His protests are met with the slam of Changmin's door two seconds later.

Changmin rolls his eyes when he ses he has 37 missed calls and one new voicemail, all from his mother. He sighs as he enters the code to access his voicemail, his mother's cheery voice comes on.

"Minnie, my baby!" she coos, "You should remember to take your phone with you next time you go out! I had to tell Jaejoong dear to get you to check your phone! Oh," she paused, "You should also think about recording a greeting for your voicemail box, I wasn't sure if this was your number or if you had changed it again without telling us. Anyways, give umma a call back, soon!"

Changmin shuts his phone, really, he thinks, his mother needed to find something else to do, besides call him multiple times. But he has to admit, she has a point about changing the greeting for his voicemail box.

Sighing again, Changmin flips open his phone and enters the code for his messages again, and punches in another combination to get him to the settings menu.

"Please record your greeting, then press pound!" his phone chirps.

Changmin takes a big breath and says, "Hi, er- you've reached Changmin, um- I don't have my phone with me right now, so leave a message, I think?" He presses pound.

"Here is what you recorded: Hieryou'vereachedChangminumIdon'thavemyphonewithmerightnowsoleaveamessageIthink. Press pound to save, or wait to record again."

"Ugh," Changmin mutters as he bangs his head into his desk. Really, he thinks as he places his phone, still recording, on his desk, this should have been a lot simpler.

The creaking of the door opening makes Changmin look up. It was Yunho.

More precisely, it was a hot and sweaty Yunho who had just come back from the gym. Changmin swallows thickly.

The older man approaches him and pulls him up, their bodies rub agaisnt each other as Yunho slips his arms down Changmin's waist.

"You know, Min-ah, can you guess what I was thinking about when I was working out?" Yunho says in a low voice.

"Hm. Yesterday's concert?" Changmin opens his eyes wider as Yunho's hands play with his low riding jeans.

"Yes, can you guess who I was thinking about?" Yunho continues to fiddle with Changmin's back pockets.

"Hm...me?" the younger blinks innocently.

"Yes you. And how hot you looked when you were dancing. And you know what?" Yunho asks as he placed a kiss squarely on Changmin's lips.

"What?" Changmin nuzzles Yunho's neck.

"I started having this weird craving," Yunho's hands move forward now and unbutton Changmin's jeans.

"For me?" Changmin starts kissing Yunho deeply.

Yunho's mumble of "Mhmm," is muffled by Changmin's moan as Yunho's tongue enters his mouth.

Changmin stops the kiss for a second, "You know I started having this weird craving for you during the concert yesterday," he says.

"You mean when I took my shirt off?" Yunho starts rubbing Changmin's back.

"That and when you started dancing," Changmin runs kisses down Yunho's neck and collarbone. "That was pretty hot," he admits.

Yunho smiles into the kiss, "So are we just going to stand here and do it on the wall again or go to bed?"

"Um. Bed. You. Me. Now." Changmin shudders as he remembers the bruises from the wall incident.

The older man grabs Changmin's hand and pulls him to the bed, practically throwing Changmin onto the mattress.

Changmin moans as Yunho climbs on top of him and begins kissing and tugging at the hem of his shirt, "Ungghh, Yunh-ohhh," he cries.

"Baby, you make me so hot," Yunho whispers into Changmin's ear as he grinds against his lover, "You make me want to come in you over and over again."

Changmin is so far into paradise that he can barely find the hem of Yunho's shirt to pull it off. But he does, and tosses it across the room.

Yunho takes a minute to pull off Changmin's pants and marvel at the growing bulge in the younger man's boxers before pulling them off.

"Not fair," Changmin pouts when Yunho returns to kissing him, "I'm naked, you're not."

"Aren't you glad I'm wearing basketball shorts then? No buttons to fiddle with," Yunho nibbles at Changmin's ear as he pulls off his own shorts and underwear.

"Much better," Changmin grabs Yunho's shoulders at pulls them closer while wrapping his legs around Yunho's waist, "Now, hurry up. I have to call my mother back."

"We're having sex, and you're thinking of calling your mother?" Yunho stops his butterfly kisses and looks up from Changmin's abs.

"Oh, just fuck me already," Changmin begins to run his tongue up and down Yunho's hardening length.

"Hm, naughty baby. You need to be disciplined," Yunho says as he grabs Changmin's hair tightly.

"Yes, yes I do," Changmin murmurs in agreement.

"So as your punishment, I'm going to fuck you until I come three times and you can't come until I'm done," Yunho pants as Changmin's mouth works wonders.

"Better get started then," Changmin slides up from his position expectantly.

Yunho grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand and opens it.

"Don't bother to prep me, it's not going to matter since I won't be able to walk tomorrow anyways," Changmin says impatiently while looking pointedly at Yunho's crotch.

Yunho nods and coats himself with excessive amounts of lube, all the while reminding Changmin, "Min-ah, don't forget, you can't come until I come three times in you."

"I know. Punishment. I asked for it. Now hurry up," Changmin huffs.

The older man positions himself over Changmin and without warning, thrusts inside. Yunho sighs, "Mmm, Min-ah, you're so tight, you feel so good."

Changmin just purrs in response.

Yunho rolls his hips, Changmin tries not to lose control and roll back. Yunho continues to thrust and roll his hips agaisnt Changmin.

"Unnn..." the younger moans, "More, Yunho, want more."

"You want more?" Yunho questions. Changmin nods.

Yunho crashes his lips roughly agaisnt Changmin's and starts thrusting in and out, the bed starts to creak from the speed.

It isn't long before Yunho comes once.

"That's one, Min-ah, two more to go," Yunho says as he pulls out.

Changmin's whimpering now from the pain of holding it in and the ectasy of feeling Yunho come in him once, seed spilling all over the freshly washed sheets.

Yunho resolves to make it quick, and ignores the bottle of lube, opting instead to push his hips into Changmin and move in and out.

The younger man starts to buck agaisnt Yunho and decides to ride Yunho to speed up the process.

This results in Yunho hitting Changmin's prostate every two seconds as he thrusts and makes Changmin scream in pleasure, "Ohhhhhhhh! Yun-ohhhhhh!"

The bed starts to wobble.

Yunho slows his movements a little as he feels his climax approaching, he kisses up Changmin's torso as he continues to thrust.

Yunho comes again, this time the come spills and adds more to the mess.

"Min-ah, are you still okay?" Yunho asks, seeing Changmin's pained look.

"Just," Changmin pants in response, "Keep. Going."

"I'll go slow. After all this is your punishment," Yunho says into open mouthed kisses.

Changmin grimaces slightly as Yunho enters him again.

This time, Yunho gently rolls his hips and smoothly palms Changmin's already throbbing member.

Yunho does another smooth roll and Changmin's body bucks slightly as he moans, "Ugnhhhhhhhhh."

Slowly, Yunho continues to roll agaisnt Changmin until the other starts to beg, "Please Yunho, faster, need you."

Yunho complies and starts to thrust and move just as fast as before. The younger man has his eyes rolled back in a mix of pleasure and pain, now.

After an eternity of thrusting, Yunho makes one final powerful motion of slamming into Changmin, comes for a third time and pulls out of Changmin.

Changmin loses control and starts to buck agaisnt Yunho, realizing that he feels empty without Yunho there to fill him.

Yunho grabs Changmin and kisses him, plunging his tongue deeper and deeper into Changmin's mouth until Changmin comes all over Yunho's stomach.

Changmin lies back in exhaustion, and Yunho cuddles agaisnt him, soon both fall fast asleep.

Sometime later in the night, Yunho wakes up with a sinking feeling in his stomach, and looks around in the darkness. He notes Changmin is still next to him, sleeping soundly.

Yunho brushes it off and returns to sleep.



Changmin is woken by Jaejoong pounding at the door, "SHIM CHANGMIN! CALL YOUR MOTHER RIGHT NOW! SHE WON'T STOP CALLING ME UNTIL YOU D--"

Jaejoong opens the door to find Yunho snoring lightly and Changmin rubbing his eyes, "OHHHHHH," the oldest says.

"Morning, Jae," Changmin says softly.

"It's Jae-hyung to you. And your mother says your cell phone is off and to call her back, oh and you might want to think about getting a new bed," Jaejoong says crossly from the doorway.

"Okay. Thanks," Changmin lies back down next to Yunho.

"By the way, I'm scarred for life now, thanks," Jaejoong closes the door and stomps off.

Changmin smiles as his lover wrinkles his nose and stretches his arms around him.

"Good morning," Changmin beams.

"Mornin', baby," Yunho yawns.

"I'm not a baby," Changmin deadpans.

"Fine. You're my baby," Yunho pulls Changmin closer.

"Hm. I'll settle for that. But then make everyone else stop calling me the baby," Changmin opens his eyes wide and lets his lower lip quibble.

"Can't do that," Yunho smiles.

"But you're the leader, you can make them," Changmin pouts again.

"They can still say it. It's called free speech, Min-ah," Yunho closes his eyes.

"You can force them to," Changmin suggests, "Bodily force?"

"You mean violence? No, drop it, Min." Yunho keeps his eyes shut, "Why don't we just go back to sleep?"

Yunho is met by silence.

Suddenly, he feels Changmin beating him with a pillow.

"Stupid bastard. You could just do it," Changmin says everytime he smacks Yunho with the soft object.

Yunho can't help but laugh at Changmin's childishness.

"You see? This is why I can't!" Yunho laughs. "You're whacking me with a pillow!"

Changmin stops and pouts. Yunho barely catches the pout when Changmin's expression changes.

"Oh shit," Changmin says.

"Hey! Do I need to punish you again?" Yunho asks sternly.

"No, I mean, oh shit, we ruined the bed."

"Relax, we only mess up the sheets everytime," Yunho remains lying on the bed.

"No, get up, and look for yourself."

Yunho gets up and looks around. Nothing appears different, except being lower than usual.

"Oh shit," Yunho mutters.

"Exactly."

The two get off the bed to find the base of the bed completely broken and in pieces on the floor around them.

"Watch out for the broken pieces of wood," Yunho says, "You don't want a splinter in your foot."

"Watch out for the metal, I say we just get back into bed," Changmin shrugs.

"Spending the whole day with you in bed?" Yunho raises an eyebrow and smiles, "Sounds good to me."



Two weeks later, Changmin has a new bed frame made of the toughest materials, and the salesperson assures Yunho that the bed frame is practically indestructable.

Changmin is sitting on his bedframe, when he realizes he needs to call his parents back.

"Jae! Have you seen my phone?" Changmin calls.

"No, try calling it, you need to call your parents too, right?" Jaejoong rolls his eyes, "And don't forget the HYUNG!"

"I'll call you hyung, when you call me hyung," Changmin sticks his tongue out.

"Nice and mature, Min-ah. Here, I'll call your phone," Jaejoong whips out his own phone.

Two seconds later, Jaejoong is bright red, "Um Min, I think it's off," Jaejoong says.

"How do you know?" Changmin cocks his head.

"Because I got your voicemail. Call it yourself," Jaejoong hands over his phone.

Changmin's ears are met with an obscene moan, "Ungghh, Yunh-ohhh," as his eyes widen.

"Hey, listening to your voicemail greeting?" Yoochun walks into the room.

Changmin just gapes.

"You didn't realize that your phone was recording your whole sex romp with Yunho?" Yoochun questions.

Changmin shakes his head, still speechless.

"Um, well it goes on for about two more hours like that, then I think it died in the middle of you screaming Yunho's name," Yoochun says.

"Wait. How do you know?" Jaejoong interrupts.

Yoochun smirks, "Tried to call the baby here, but he didn't pick up, and I thought it was interesting."

"Greaseball," Junsu supplies from the couch.

"But you love me," Yoochun coos.

Changmin is still gaping. "I have to find my phone," he walks off in a trance.

Three hours later, after digging through all of his bags, Changmin finds his phone turns it on to find missed calls and a voicemail.

There are 56 missed calls from his mother, a voicemail from her, and one missed call from Yoochun.

Changmin braces himself for the worst as he dials his parents' number.

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“If you guys have sex…” Jaejoong trails off. Yunho blinks at him. The eldest blinks back for a few seconds. “I mean, when you guys have sex, remember to close the windows. Also, be careful when you’re holding him up against the wall, okay? Remember to actually hold him up. I don’t want a repeat of last month with both of your bruises and sprained wrists.”

And therefore, dedicated to her.

Changmin is bored.

Very bored.

"Yunho," the baby calls.

"Hn," Yunho acknowledges his partner.

"Yunho!"

"Yes."

"Talk to me."

"Okay."

"So...." Changmin trails off.

"Uh huh," Yunho nods.

Changmin sighs with impatience, and schemes, "Yunnie, do you love me?"

"Yes,"

Changmin rolls his eyes at the response, "Yunho, do you want me?"

"Yes,"

Now, Changmin starts to scowl, "Will you do the dishes tonight so I can watch porn?"

"Yes,"

Behind Yunho, Changmin silently retracts his hands into fists in frustration, "Want to do my laundry for a week?"

"Yes,"

"Let's have sex on the wall," Changmin suddenly says to Yunho.

"Yes," Yunho says automatically. "Wait. What?"

"You heard me. Let's do it on the wall," Changmin says simply.

"Isn't that physically impossible?" Yunho stops his work.

"Not if you hold me up. Or if I hold you up." Changmin says while imagining various positions.

"No, I think I'd rather not mess up the walls, and A-Nation is coming up, I don't want you limping," Yunho picks up his papers and walks out of Changmin's room.

"But we mess up Jaejoong's room almost every other day!" Changmin hollers after him.

"And it's disgusting. Stop doing it." Jaejoong pokes his head into Changmin's doorway.

"Never, Joongie," Changmin smiles creepily. Jaejoong shudders and barricades himself in Yoochun and Junsu's room.

Discontent, Changmin chuckles to himself and refrains from laughing evily.

Oh yes, Yunho is going to be in for a surprise.

But, before Yunho can be surprised, Changmin still has to take care of some business. Whose names are Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun.

"Yoochun-hyung!" Changmin yells from his bed.

Two seconds later, Yoochun enters the room. "Wassup?" he says in horribly accented English.

"I'll ignore your really bad English for now," Changmin stares.

"So what do you want?"

"If I give you money, will you take Junsu and Jaejoong out?" Changmin starts pouting.

"Planning a night in with the Leader?" Yoochun cackles.

"Shut up, grease man," Changmin snaps.

"Ouch, if you're going to be like that, then maybe I won't take them out." Yoochun replies.

"Fine, how much are you going to need?" Changmin reaches for his wallet.

"Let's see...last time you gave me too little, and the time before that, we were in Japan and you gave me even less, and both times I still ended up paying for stuff..."

"You only ran out of money because you gave it to Jaejoong and screwed around with Junsu! Both times." Changmin points out.

Yoochun blanches, "Then give me twice what you gave me last time."

"Are you serious?"

"Do you want to have sex on the wall with Yunho, or not?" Yoochun asks.

Changmin turns white as he hands the wad of cash over, "How'd you know about that?"

"Your door was open, and you get loud when you want stuff. Anyways, how long are you two going to take?" Yoochun taps his foot impatiently.

"I guess...don't bring them back until midnight," Changmin says after a while.

"And you don't forget to use protection and close the windows. We don't want a repeat of last time." Yoochun smiles as he heads towards Junsu and Jaejoong.

Changmin shudders at the reminder. No, they definetly didn't want a repeat of that.

"Bye Yunho! Have fun tonight!" Jaejoong and Junsu chorus as Yoochun shoves them out of the door.

"Eh?" Yunho looks up from his seat in the living room.

"Nothing! They didn't say anything!" Yoochun waves goodbye as he pokes his other bandmates along.

Yunho returns to his papers and adjusts his glasses.

"You know, you should pay more attention to me," a voice says from behind him.

"Changmin?" Yunho continues to focus on his work.

"You know, you really turn me on when you wear your glasses."

Yunho turns around and almost chokes when he sees Changmin.

Who is standing behind him. In a skimpy tank top and low riding jeans.

And now leaning over his shoulder, and breathing into his ear. 

"You know, they say you can come to a full climax through stimulating your ears."

Changmin starts sucking gently on Yunho's right ear; the Dong Bang Leader represses a moan.

Yunho pulls Changmin around the couch and attempts to push him into the seat.

"No," Changmin pulls away, "We are not doing this on the couch."

"What?" Yunho gives him a bewildered look, "Why not? The windows are shut."

"Remember what I said before?" Changmin goes back to nibbling on Yunho's ear and rubbing his crotch to Yunho's.

"A...a..bout what?" Yunho manages to say.

"You," Changmin unbuttons Yunho's pants, "And me," he pulls down the zipper, "Sex on the wall."

"Can't. Gravity," Yunho starts working on Changmin's jeans, "And I thought you were the smart one."

Changmin tugs Yunho's shirt up, and his mouth trails along the exposed skin. "It'll work if we hold each other up," he says.

"Fine," Yunho goes closer to kiss Changmin, pulls up his dongsaeng as they continue their liplock.

Changmin wiggles out of his jeans, as Yunho's pants fall to the floor, he pushes his lover towards the nearest wall.

"No way are you topping," Yunho flips around to face the wall, "Since you wanted it so bad, I'm going to fuck you into the wall."

Changmin smiles a little as his hand roams to the top of Yunho's boxers. Skilled hands tease Yunho's erection as the Leader reciprocates.

"Fuck me," Changmin says as he glances at the clock, "Now."

It's eleven o'clock.

"In a hurry today?" Yunho questions.

"They're coming back at midnight," Changmin says in between butterfly kisses down Yunho's torso.

"What time is it now?" the other replies as he starts fisting Changmin's hair.

"Eleven," Changmin says before taking Yunho in his mouth.

"Oh shit." Yunho curses, "If we only have an hour," he sighs, "Even though I don't want you to stop sucking, get up."

Changmin obeys and stands up, removing his underwear in the process.

"Where's the lube?" Yunho questions him, seriously.

Changmin's hand reaches to the nearest table and grabs a small bottle, handing it over to Yunho.

Yunho takes his time to coat his fingers. Changmin grabs his wrist, "Yunho. Sex on the wall. NOW," he demands.

Quickly, Yunho slips his fingers into Changmin as the younger man writhes with the touches. Playful fingers plunge in and out Changmin as he lets moans escape his lips.

"Want more?" Yunho whispers into Changmin's ear.

Changmin nods.

"Just remember. You're the one who asked to be fucked into the wall." With that, Yunho covers himself with the lube and plunges into Changmin's opening, putting his weight onto his palms, pushing into the wall.

"OH MY GOD YUNHO!" Changmin wails when Yunho thrusts once.

Yunho starts to push Changmin into the wall with his thrusts; Changmin thrusts back in time. The thrusts continue and Yunho moves his hands from the wall to Changmin's shoulders, putting all of his weight on the younger man.

As Yunho grows closer to hitting Changmin's prostrate, Changmin's right leg hooks around Yunho's thigh and digs in.

With another thrust, Changmin loops his other leg around Yunho's back, a moves the other one to match. Yunho is fully supporting his weight and Changmin's agaisn't the wall.

For a few seconds, they are in heaven.

Yunho thrusts farther, and deeper into Changmin, as the younger moans, "Yun...Yunho...oh...I'm going to come."

The older man nuzzles into the space between Changmin's neck and shoulder, "Wait. Come with me."

"Can't," Changmin pants, "Hold out. Any. Longer."

In an instant, Changmin releases all over Yunho's toned abs when Yunho releases inside of Changmin; sticky, white, fluid drips off of Yunho and out of Changmin.

When this moment ends, Yunho's legs give out, and the two tumble to the floor.

"Fuck," Changmin mutters.

"Yeah. Fucked you. Real good, and this is what I get," Yunho rolls his eyes.

Long legs entwined, the two struggle to untangle themselves. "Shit." Changmin says.

"Watch your mouth," Yunho chides him.

"No. It's twelve," Changmin points at the clock.

"Whatever, let them catch us," Yunho says, as he leans over Changmin. The older man presses kisses into Changmin's body and smiles at the moans he receives in response.

"This is going to hurt in the morning," Changmin replies as he kisses Yunho.

"No kidding," Yunho moves his kisses upwards, "We fell down."

"It's not my fault you didn't hold me up," Changmin pouts.

Yunho presses his lips onto Changmin's, "It was your idea. At least we closed the windows this time."

The front door opens and slams shut. Changmin drops his head onto the floor, dreading the moment when their group mates catch them.

"Yunho! Changmin! We're bac-- OH SHIT!" Junsu hollers.

"What? What's so-- Oh." Jaejoong rushes into the room.

"Nice," Yoochun smiles, "You really did fuck on the wall, didn't you?"

"Shut up, greasy," Changmin snarls.

Junsu and Jaejoong's chorus of, "THEY DID WHAT?!" is interrupted by Yunho.

"How'd you know we had sex on the wall?" he gives his leader stare.

"Changmin was asking you about it before. And, there's white stuff and imprints of bodies on the wall. Oh, and, I think you might've dented the wall," Yoochun says.

"GET UP!" Jaejoong screeches, "You are going to clean the wall and the floor and make sure they're sparkling!"

"Wait. Don't get up until we leave the room," Junsu says as he turns around.

Jaejoong huffs and stomps off to his room. Yunho and Changmin start to get up as they hear Yoochun asks Junsu about sex on the wall.

Yunho rolls off of Changmin and puts his hands down on the floor to get up, Changmin does the same. They both scream at the same time.

"If you broke, twisted, or sprained anything, it's your fault!" Jaejoong opens his door and slams it shut.

"I think I sprained my wrists when we fell," Yunho sheepishly admits.

"Me too," Changmin says, "We should start cleaning," he turns around and surveys the mess.

"I was actually thinking," Yunho hugs him from behind, "that we go take a shower together."

"Hm?" Changmin sets his arms on Yunho's.

"You know, that floor was pretty dirty. We should go clean up first, then come back and clean this."

"Hn, a shower sounds pretty good to me," Changmin grabs Yunho towards the bathroom.

"You know what sounds better?"

"What?" Changmin opens the bathroom door.

"You moaning my name. In the shower," Yunho smiles.

When Jaejoong emerges from his hiding spot in his room, he finds the living room wall still covered in come and moans of pleasure coming from the bathroom and workroom.

"This is going to be a long night," he says to no one in particular as he returns to clamping pillows over his ears and lying on his bed.

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"Hyung," Changmin said as he peeked into Jaejoong's workspace.

"What do you want from me?" the eldest asked from his seat.

"I don't want anything! Why would you think I want something from you?" Changmin replied sweetly.

"Because you never call me hyung unless you want something. Now, what is it?"

"Fine. Can I borrow a microphone and your sewing kit?" Changmin asked while making puppy eyes.

"What are you up to?" Jaejoong finally looked up from his computer.

"Nothing," the youngest grinned.

"Hold on, let me get the contract out, then you can have the stuff," Jaejoong said as he pulled out an official looking document and filled blanks on the paper. "You know my rules, now sign it," he said, handing the other boy a pen.

Changmin sighed, "Fine," and took the pen, hastily signing the contract.

"According to this, you are now legally bound to not use my microphone or sewing kit for any harmful or devious purposes, and --" Jaejoong was interrupted.

"I know, I know, I know. Now can I just have the stuff now?" Changmin was starting to get anxious.

"Fine, here." Jaejoong pulled out a microphone and small sewing kit. "You know my rules! Break them and you owe me 50,000 won!"

"Thanks Jaejoong!" Changmin bounced out of the room.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HONORIFIC?!" the blonde wailed.

After getting his supplies, Changmin spent thirty minutes sewing the microphone into a pocket behind the curtains in his bedroom, and hooked up the recording device to his computer.

When he finished, Changmin approached Yoochun. "Hyung," he called.

"What do you want?" Yoochun asked plainly.

"Why do I have to want something in order to talk to you?" he whined.

"You called me hyung. So spit it out, what do you want?"

"When Yunho gets back from his meeting can you tell him to come to my room?" Changmin asked.

"Why? And what do I get out of this, besides hearing you two moan all night?" Yoochun continued to look through his magazine.

"Because I'm horny and Yunho and I haven't done anything almost two whole days, and you can listen to us and pretend you're with Junsu," the youngest said with a final, "Duh."

Yoochun glared an I-hate-you at the youngest and said, "Fine. I hate doing your dirty work."

"Thanks Yoochun!" Changmin ran off to find Junsu.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO CALLING ME HYUNG?" Yoochun roared in English.

Changmin ignored him and went to find Junsu in the other room.

"Hyung," Changmin opened the door, Junsu didn't respond. "Hyung? Are you okay?" Changmin asked.

"You never call me hyung. What's wrong? Are you sick? Are you hungry?" a confused Junsu checked Changmin's forehead with his hand.

"No, I'm perfectly fine," Changmin said, "Hyung! Stop walking around me and poking me!"

"Oh. Okay. What's up?" the dolphin asked.

"Don't come to my room tonight, I can't play games today" Changmin looked sternly at his bandmate.

"Why not? Did Jae-hyung take away your controllers again?"

"No...just, don't. You can play with Yoochun today."

Junsu sighed and pouted, "Oh."

"I'll play with you tomorrow...?" Changmin offered.

Junsu smiled brightly again, "Okay!"

"Okay, bye Su!" Changmin waved cheerily and exited the room.

When Yunho arrived home to find Jaejoong muttering about insolent dongsaengs, Yoochun telling him something about going to Changmin's room and Junsu waving games in front of Yoochun's face, he was suspicious.

Very suspicious.

So, like any other good group leader, Yunho put away his things and went to find the only member who hadn't been acting strangely.

"Changmin?" he knocked on the door.

There was no response.

"Changmin? Are you in there?"

Again, no response.

"Min, I'm coming in," Yunho said through the door.

Yunho gasped as he swung open the door to find Changmin lying naked on his bed. The leader of Dong Bang Shin Ki continued to gape for a full thirty seconds until said naked member opened his mouth.

"Jung Yunho! Do you know how cold I am just sitting here waiting for you?" Changmin scolded.

Yunho continued to gape.

"Ugh," Changmin huffed as he got up to close the door behind Yunho. "Well, do you want to warm me up?" Changmin stood with one hand on his hip.

Yunho nodded and Changmin became scared as he saw something flash in Yunho's eyes, and suddenly the younger man was being pushed down on the bed as moans escaped from his mouth.

For the next four hours, Jaejoong and Junsu walked around the apartment with earplugs securely tucked in their ears. Yoochun locked the door to the room next to Changmin's and enjoyed the moans.

The next day, Changmin rolled out of bed early and started to work on his computer. Two hours after he started, a shiny disc was ejected out of the laptop and he placed it on his desk.

Changmin climbed back into his bed and laid himself comfortably next to Yunho.

Yunho woke up later to find Changmin asleep next to him and cursed himself for having to go into the office that day. The leader of the group was a young guy, he still had his needs and urges, one of which included pressing himself onto Changmin for the entire day. But of course, work came before sex.

When Yunho came back to the room to grab some clothes, he noticed something shiny and round sitting on Changmin's desk. It was a CD with a post-it attached to it.

"Yunho~ I made you a CD! Listen to it on your way home! Love, Min," he read aloud.

Smiling thoughtfully, Yunho placed the CD into his bag, finished dressing and exited the apartment.

All day, Yunho happily went through his tasks as leader and completed his work with a hightened speed and level of excitement he rarely showed.

When he finished his work early, Yunho practically skipped out of the SM building to get into his black Lexus and head home.

After turning on the ignition, Yunho slipped the shiny CD Changmin had left for him and pulled out of his parking space.

Yunho's ears are surprised when the first thing that come out of the speakers is a moan.

A very deep, guttural moan that sounds exactly like Changmin.

Yunho knots his eyebrows together in confusion and decides to let the CD keep playing.

Unhhhh, Yunho, Yunho, Yunho.

Changmin you looked so hot just waiting there. Were you waiting just for me?

Yes, yes, a moan, yes, YES.

Min! Don't you know it's rude to repeat yourself when I can hear you so clearly?

I should be, oh, punished. A gasp. Unhhh. Ohh. Yunho--

Yes, Minnie. A cackle. You should be punished.

Punish me Yunho. Drive into me hard, unhhh. Moans.

Do you want me in you?

Yunho! OH!

Well, answer the question.

Yes. Yunho. Another moan. Now, ohhh. I want you.

I won't do it until you beg me.

Please. More. A pant. Yunho, give me more.

Yunho had to pause the CD at this point because he realized three things. One, he was getting really hard from Changmin's mix CD. Two, it was really painful to be driving in this condition. And three, Changmin had recorded their entire multi hour long sexfest from the night before.

Agaisnt his better judgement, Yunho decides to continue driving with the CD on and with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand down his pants.

Changmin, oh you're so tight.

In me, Yunho. I want you inside.

If you say so.

Oh. Oh. OH. Yunho!

Do you want more?

A rustle of sheets interrupted the steady flow of moans coming out of the speakers.

Are you ready? I'm taking out my fingers.

Yunho snapped back into reality when his car almost hits a truck ahead of him.

Yes. Mo-OH-re.

It feels so good, Min. You feel so good around me.

A chuckle. Now, more, Yunho.

At this point, Yunho is close to coming in his pants and it only takes one more stroke and another one of Changmin's loud moans blasting through the speakers to drive Yunho over the edge.

Exhausted, Yunho slumped back into his seat as he noticed he had been driving very stiffly before.

Another moan comes out of the speakers.

An hour later, Jaejoong grabbed his things and announced, "I'm going to pick up Yunho."

Three heads turned in confusion when the eldest explained, "He crashed his car because someone gave him a CD that only had moaning on it." Jaejoong's shrewd eyes turned towards the youngest as Yoochun snickered and Junsu remained oblivious.

Changmin returned his elder's stare with an equally terrifying innocent look plastered on his face, "Why are you looking at me Jaejoong?"

"I want my microphone and sewing kit back. You know what, never mind, who knows where you hid the microphone anyways. You are to buy me a new one and pay me 50,000 won for violating the contract," the blonde stomped off towards the door.

As soon as the door shut behind Jaejoong, Yoochun started cackling at Changmin, "Too bad you didn't give me the CD."

"Why?" Changmin questioned as Junsu returned to his soccer magazine.

"Because I would've been able to handle dodging fangirls, jacking off to the CD, and I would've managed to get home with my car in one piece," Yoochun grinned.

Changmin only sighed, let his head fall onto a pillow and hoped that the eldest two members wouldn't be too mad when they got back.

yuxo

Most of the people Changmin has seen wearing fedoras are what he would call, well, sluts.

Or whores.

Or any other name that could reference the girls he liked to watch on his computer.

Then again, he could have also described Yoochun as greasy.

Or slimy.

But, he preferred not to think about that when also thinking about his plan.

Musing about this, the youngest member shut off his computer and went to sleep. After all, the baby needed his sleep to complete his plan.

The next morning, Changmin woke up early, and quietly slipped his hand into the closet to grab his hat.

Strolling into the kitchen, he cheerily greeted Jaejoong, "Hi hyung!"

"Put on clothes, Min. You'll freeze," Jaejoong yawns from his place in front of the stovetop.

"Mm, no, it's okay. I feel really warm," Changmin replies when he grabs a banana from the counter.

Yunho almost trips over himself when he enters the kitchen and sees a boxer-clad Changmin, wearing a fedora, slowly plunging a banana in and out of his mouth.

"Good morning, hyung!" Changmin says from his seat.

"I-uh...G-g..ood...mor...ning-uh, Min," Yunho stutters.

"Horny bastard," Jaejoong mutters a few feet away.

"What?" the baby and the leader turn to face the oldest  member.

"Nothing!" Jaejoong sends them an eerily wide smile and turns his focus back to the food.

Five minutes later, Yunho leaves the kitchen and heads to the bathroom when Changmin finishes his banana.

Breathy moans come from the steam filled room, as Jaejoong rolls his eyes and Changmin smiles inwardly.

When Yunho emerges from the bathroom, Changmin has put on clothes, but has left the fedora on, and is lounging on the sofa.

"Have a nice shower, hyung?" he blinks innocently at the leader.

"Uh--yeah, great. The water was good uh- for me." Yunho manages to complete his sentence.

"Hmm, that's nice," Changmin replies as he squirms around, his hand digging in his pocket for something.

He gives a small "AHA!" when he finds what he's looking for.

A lollipop.

Yunho sits across from Changmin and flicks on the television when the youngest member starts to moan in delight as the cherry flavored candy goes in and out of his mouth.

Content with the flavor, Changmin decides to torture Yunho a bit, and begins to dart his tongue in and out to lick the lollipop.

Across the room, the television goes unnoticed as Yunho has started to watch the youngest eat.

Changmin finishes the lollipop half and hour later and Yunho excuses himself to the bathroom once again.

More moans and screams of, "FUCK!" echo through the apartment.

Before the group has to leave for an interview, Yunho finds Changmin licking whipped cream off a spoon.

"Uh...Min, why...?" he questions.

"I was hungry. And Jae-hyung said he wouldn't cook me anything else since we have to go." Changmin innocently blinks at Yunho. From behind the fedora, Yunho can only see one of Changmin's eyes, opened wide.

Changmin continues to greedily lick the foamy substance off the spoon.

Yunho groans again and leaves the youngest member, and heads to the bathroom, while also calling out that everyone was to be ready to go in five minutes.

Hours later, after handjobs, blowjobs and sex, Changmin pants from under Yunho. "So, hyung...was it the food that made you horny?"

"You. The. Damn. Fedora." Yunho manages to exhale.

Changmin makes a mental note to thank Yoochun for letting him borrow the hat for a day.

Outside, Junsu hides from Jaejoong who is glaring at Yoochun and muttering incoherencies containing expletives, mentions of a hat, and many cries of, "WHY?"

When Jaejoong finally manages to get a sentence out, it turns out to be, "Why can't they get a room?"

To which Yoochun grins and says, "They have one. Yours."

Four years had passed since the incident. After that day, they no longer went out or talked to each other. Their only form of contact was Massu’s mails in the morning and at night, to which she stopped replying.

Despite this, he never forgot about her, never failing to send her a greeting everyday during this period. During this time, he had heard from his mother that she had gotten outstanding marks on her exams and was going to a top university. NEWS had remained at the top of the charts, releasing best selling singles and albums every few months.

One day at the end of this period, during a rehearsal, Tegoshi asked, “Do you guys still keep in touch with her?”

“Who?” the other five responded.

“You know,” Tegoshi said, staring pointedly at Massu.

A chorus of “Oh”s were quickly followed by nods from all the members except one.

“Why?” Shige asked.

“Well…isn’t her birthday coming up?” Tegoshi said with an expectant look. “So she’s turning twenty so shouldn’t we celebrate?”

Yamapi stood up, “Okay. As leader, I declare Massu in charge of the party. Ryo will buy the beer and the rest of you can focus on food and decorations.”

“Wait, so if everyone else is doing that, I don’t have anything to do!” Massu whined, reluctant to take part in the conversation.

“No,” Yamapi said authoritatively, “You have to get her to the party. Don’t worry we can make it easy, like we can have it at her house! Just call her mom.”

Massu sighed, as the members dispersed he pulled out his phone and dialed.

“Moshi moshi, this is Masuda-kun.”

“Ah! Masuda-kun! She’s not in right now but I can tell her you called,” her mother replied.

“No, no, it’s actually. Well, the members and I wanted to throw her a surprise party,” he said, trying to calm the woman down. “We needed to ask you if we could hold it at your house.”

“Oh! Of course you can! Anything for my daughter’s oldest friend!”

And the plans were carefully laid out for a party on the weekend after the next.

On the day of the party, her mother shooed her out of the house and told her to have fun, and not to return until dinnertime. Being a filial daughter, she complied and sulked around the mall all day.

Meanwhile, Massu and the rest of NEWS were busy bringing food and decorations to her household. As the other members cheerfully decorated the house, Massu was troubled. After four years, would she still be the same? Would she still hate him?

Finally, it was time. She opened the door to a dark house and called out, “Tadaima!”

Shige struggled to muffle Koyama’s call of “Okaeri!” as she approached their hiding spot.

Suddenly, she flicked the lights on and the six members jumped out, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” they screamed.

Laughing she said, “Aw, you guys shouldn’t have.”

“But we did,” Ryo said.

“And it was all my idea,” Tegoshi added.

She looked at them, standing in a semi circle, as she turned to face each member, they each handed her a present.

First was Shige, “Here,” he awkwardly handed over the package, “It’s a book.”

“Of course,” she laughed, setting it aside.

Koyama pulled out a large back from behind him, “I, uh, thought it reminded me of the member-ai NEWS has so I got it to share the member-ai with you.” Before handing it over, he added, “It’s a pillow so, um, er…” his voice trailed off.

“My turn!” Tegoshi sang. “So I couldn’t decide between this hat or this scarf, and it took me hours to decide, so I ended up getting you both. You only turn twenty once!”

“Believe me, it took hours. We were there,” Ryo said as he pointed to himself and Yamapi. “Here, it’s a gift certificate for a guitar since I didn’t know which one you would want,” the Osakan said, handing over a small envelope.

“It’s from both of us, actually,” Yamapi added. She smiled and dutifully hugged them.

The entire time, Massu stared at her, his eyes roaming up and down. She got pretty, he thought, she got taller too. As he gaped, he hadn’t noticed that it was his turn to present his gift until Ryo poked him painfully in the ribs.

“OH,” Massu said, “uh…”

“While Massu gathers his words, we’re going to go wait outside,” Yamapi turned and prodded the other members out of the door.

“But I don’t want to go outside!” Koyama protested in the background.

“Um, hisashburi,” Massu mumbled, his voice barely over a whisper.

“Hisashiburi,” she said in return.

“Happy birthday,” he looked down as he pulled a small box from his pocket.

“Thanks,” she took it and held it in her hands, “Do you want me to open it now?”

He nodded as she pulled the lid off.

Inside was a silver chain on which a small pumpkin charm rested, inside the charm read, To my pumpkin for her twentieth birthday.

“Aw,” she smiled, “Massu, thank you!” she put her arms around him and hugged him.

Surprised, he stood still for a moment. “It’s feels good to hear you say my name,” he smiled as she took a step back.

“Help me put it on?” her eyes twinkled as she held out the necklace and turned around, pulling her hair so her neck was visible.

Her breath hitched for a moment as he lightly brushed her collarbone and fastened the clasp. Letting her hair down, she turned and held him in place. “Ne, Massu, do you remember my first kiss?”

Taken aback, he tried to back away, but she held him still, he opted to shake his head silently. “It was when I was six and you were eleven, and we were playing bride and groom. And I demanded that you kiss me to make the wedding official. So you did, you bent down and kissed me on the lips for a full three seconds before I ran away screaming about cooties.”

She giggled softly as her light fingers trailed up his neck and started playing in his hair, all the time he remained silent. “But, you know what I want most for my birthday?” she whispered in his ear, again he shook his head.

“I want for my second kiss to be from you, t—”

He cut her off by grabbing her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips nipped playfully at each other, and his tongue poked at the entrance to her mouth.

They were suddenly interrupted by a loud, “AWWWWWW!” that escaped Tegoshi’s mouth.

Turning towards the direction of the noise, they spotted the remaining five members staring intently from the doorway.

“MASSU! HOW COULD YOU! SHE’S NINETEEN! SHE’S NOT LEGAL! PEDOPHILE! OH MY GOD A JOHNNY’S PEDOPHILE!” Koyama unexpectedly shrieked.

As the rest of the group turned towards the oldest member, she pointed out, “Um, Kei-chan I turned twenty like an hour ago. It’s okay.”

She finished her sentence and the rest of the members cracked up. “Oh, uh, then in that case, continue,” he blushed.

Shige stepped forward, “Sorry, I was supposed to be watching him. We should get going anyways.”

“No! Wait!” She let go of Massu’s hand and asked, “Won’t you stay for cake?”

RYOPI Epilogue

[A RyoPi conversation.]

Ryo: Good job with those two.

Yamapi: Yeah, it only took them four years to patch it up.

Ryo: You’re like a fairy godmother matchmaker, Pi. First Kame and Jin now these two.

Yamapi: Yeah, I guess so.

Ryo: All hail fairy godmother Pi!

Yamapi: Shut up Chibi Osaka Man. 

owari~

Massu arrived at the school gates just in time to see students filing out of their classrooms. He waited at the gate, tapping his foot impatiently every second she wasn’t there. As he lifted his head, his eyes saw her walking towards him. She wasn’t alone.

“Massu, what are you doing here?” She said, as she tugged the boy next to her forward.

“Uh…I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to see if you wanted to go out later?” He managed to say.

“Oh,” her lips formed a slight pout as the boy next to her tugged at her sleeve. “Oh, right, Massu this is my boyfriend.”

He heard the word boyfriend escape her lips and struggled to hold back a gasp. He was too late.

The boy smiled and bowed politely, “I’ve heard so much about you Masuda-kun, someone here never shuts up about you.”

Massu smiled weakly and said, “Well, I’ll see you later then,” as he turned around and headed for home.

“Wait!” she called out, running towards him, “Are we still going out tonight?”

“Uh,” he was at a loss for words, “I forgot, I have to do some stuff tonight…gomen ne? How about another night, looks like you can spend tonight with your boyfriend though.” He quickly walked away.

The image of Massu walking away grew smaller as she stood there, but he never turned around to see the solitary tear running down her cheek.

“MASUDA TAKAHISA WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Yamapi yelled when his fellow member walked in.

“Eh?” the clueless boy tilted his head slightly.

“YOU! HER! SHE WAS CRYING!” the leader snarled.

“She has a boyfriend,” he mumbled.

“Oh,” Yamapi said, sitting back down, “Well, that means you were too late.”

“Not to mention it would have been pedophilic for me to go out with her,” Massu added meekly.

“How old is she now?” the leader asked.

“Fifteen, but she turns sixteen in August,” he said instinctively.

“Well, you upset her pretty badly, I don’t think she wants to see you for a while.”

Massu sank back into the chair, “Then maybe we shouldn’t see each other for a while since I have work and she has college exams coming up.”

In the background, Koyama whispered to Shige, “I thought she was fifteen, she doesn’t have exams.”

Shige didn’t look up from his book, “She skipped a grade remember? Now be quiet, I’m reading.”

Yamapi rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever you want, Massu,” and left the table.

Now, it was like she had six older brothers. Massu would still visit, but oftentimes Tegoshi would come along too. She wasn’t wary of the other boy’s intentions anymore, and he had started to relax around her. Whenever she had a test, Shige would come and help her study, Koyama would drive him over and cheer them on. Nishikido-kun and Yamashita-kun became Ryo-chan and Yamapi quickly, and would call her just to talk sometimes.

On their off and vacation days, the seven of them would go out. All six boys would wear disguises, and she would chat happily among them.

Massu had begun to stare at her more often when she wasn’t looking. It would often take Tegoshi’s loud shrieks or Koyama’s hand in his face to pull him back to reality. He hadn’t noticed. In the time they’d spent together that she hadn’t really changed.

He could still see the same face of the five year old he’d met some time ago, the knobby knees, and long strands of hair. She hadn’t changed at all. How old is she now? He thought. Calculating, he came upon the numbers. She was fourteen. He was nineteen.

He shook the thoughts from his head and jumped back into their conversation. Today, they were all at the beach, courtesy of Koyama and Yamapi’s cars. He watched as she playfully jumped into the waves with the rest of the group.

School started again for her. They didn’t see each other much anymore; she had entered high school a year early and was loaded with work. He was busy promoting the band, attending rehearsals and preparing for the tour.

They kept in touch through their phones though, mailing each other to say good morning and good night, chatting about random events that had occurred.

He saw her again in September as she walked home. Upon seeing her, he had to do a double take. She had changed over the summer; she was no longer knobby kneed and young looking. She had grown up, and filled out, he saw a change that was subtle but still there. As she walked with her friends he noticed she had become more mature, yet held a glint of playfulness in her eye, still. What am I thinking? She’s like my little sister he thought, shaking the images from his head. She never realized he was watching her.

He became busy again, recording shows and appearances for their new single. Of course, he still mailed her everyday, and she would reply promptly even though they hadn’t seen each other in person for months.

More and more often he would find himself daydreaming, with her face filling his thoughts. Koyama thought it was because he wasn’t getting enough to eat, Tegoshi thought it was because Massu was eating too much.

Another three months passed, and they were out promoting a new single, this time for Yamapi’s movie. He read her replies to his mails, sometimes losing himself in them. She would coo about Yamashita-kun’s really cool looking billboard, or a poster of him she’d seen, or even the trailer. Her comments were non-stop Yamapi this or Kurosagi that.

With this new development, he’d started to resent the group leader’s presence. Anytime the older man would walk in, Massu would walk straight out of the room. Instead of staying at practices, he would head home as soon as they were finished.

It wasn’t until he received another mail that he began to calm down. His day had started out normally, he had woken up and prepared for work, mailed her a greeting. Checking his phone later, he saw a lengthy reply waiting for him.

Massu!! Gomen ne, I didn’t check my phone this morning. I’ve been a little sick. Anyways, Yamapi asked me to come see the movie with him, but I said I couldn’t because I’m sick. Massu take me to see it when I get better? She wrote. He smiled at the sparkles and emoticons she had included. Indeed, she did sound like a pouting little sister. Massu quickly typed back, and put his phone back into his bag.

After the taping of the show that day, Massu talked briefly with the group.

“Um, I can’t go out tonight, I’ve got some things to do,” he replied when Tegoshi asked him out to karaoke.

“Oh, that’s right, she’s sick isn’t she?” Yamapi joined the conversation.

There was no need to specify who when Massu nodded and Koyama prodded him in the ribs, “Then what are you doing here?” the mother hen wailed, “Go and check up on her!”

After what felt like an eternity, he made it to her house. Upon entering, her parents greeted him kindly and told him that she was resting in her room. Setting down the food he had brought, he crept towards the familiar door.

He pushed it open with a slight creak and stood at the doorway for sometime before approaching her bed. She was asleep, peacefully resting under a mound of soft pink blankets. Massu walked over, carefully tiptoeing towards her bed, and finally sat on the edge.

Up close, he marveled in the fact that she had not changed as much as he had thought. Without makeup or her hair done, it felt as is time had stood still. Cupping her cheek lightly, he brushed beads of sweat off her forehead and leaned his face in.

Those lips, he thought, those soft cheeks, he continued as he went closer. Breathing lightly, he felt his exhales reflect off her face. As he kept going, their lips were millimeters apart before a sudden flutter of eyelids caused him to fall into the bed.

“Massu,” she said weakly, “You came.”

“Un,” he nodded, trying to hide the awkwardness he felt about almost kissing her, almost kissing his almost little sister. “I brought food, and some movies,” he smiled.

She smiled back, “Then why are we up here?” Raising one eyebrow, she said, “Help me get downstairs!”

He gladly shrugged off the previous awkward moment and motioned for her to climb on his back. Giggling she said, “You’d better not hit the wall or doors.”

When they finally reached the couch, he set her down with her blanket and got the food and movies. Massu played the movie and moved to sit, as he lowered himself onto the couch, she swung around and sat upright.

As the movie progressed, Massu didn’t notice as the girl fell asleep on his shoulder. Her head gently rested near his, as soft sighs escaped parted lips. When the movie ended, he debated whether or not to leave her and sleep on the couch, or to carry her back to bed.

Deciding on the latter, he swept her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. As he walked through the halls, she snuggled closer against his body. Massu deposited her on her bed, and covered the blankets over her. He turned to leave the room and spotted her mother who motioned for him to step outside.

“Here, Masuda-kun,” she said, gesturing at the blankets in her arms, “We already called your mother, and since it’s late we think you’d better stay for the night.”

He smiled and bowed politely, taking the blankets while her mother guided him back to the living room.

In the morning, she woke to the sunlight peeking through the curtains in her room. She looked around her room for a note or anything from Massu, disappointed, she padded down to the kitchen.

There, she was met by her mother sitting at the table. “Masuda-kun had to leave, he had work, but he left you a note,” she said, pointing at the orange stationary envelope on the table.

She eagerly ripped it open after she had gotten ready for school, only to find a brief message instructing her to check her phone. Puzzled, she opened the phone and scrolled through, find just Massu’s usual greeting. She turned the phone over and found a small sticky note attached that read, “Check your messages right after school, before you go home.”

Still confused, she headed to school, and resolved to check her phone at every opportunity that day. However, all day, when she checked, there were no new messages or alerts.

Just as the last bell rang, her phone vibrated with a message from him, instructing her to meet him at her house in two hours. She had scurried home and finished her work, and began to wait anxiously by the door.

Soon, the bell rang as she yanked the door open and called out that she was going out with Massu. “Ready?” he said, smiling.

“For what?” she still look perplexed.

“The movie, I promised to take you yesterday didn’t I?”

Her mouth formed an “o” as he whisked her towards the theater.

After the movie, he bought her ice cream as they walked through the streets, wandering aimlessly. She laughed at his jokes as he smiled at her stories and the night wore on.

Nights like this became more frequent as he would hurry from work to be with her, or she would rush through her schoolwork to go out with him. A month later, Ryo teased him, “Oi, buta, your girlfriend’s nice.”

Confused, he asked, “What do you mean? I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah?” Ryo smirked, and shoved his phone into Massu’s face. On it was a message from her.

Ryo-chan! Massu told me yesterday about your new role. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do great. No one will be that afraid of you, because we all know Ryo-chan is a big poofy fluffball. Anyways, good luck! Visit me some time, too!

“EH?!” Massu said, looking astonished, “She’s not my girlfriend!”

Ryo only nodded and said, “When I asked her how many times you two had gone out this week, it sure sounded like she was your girlfriend.”

“Ah, so this is why you’ve been skipping out on karaoke with me,” Tegoshi whined playfully, “Oh well, now I can tell Nakamaru that you aren’t avoiding him.”

“Eh?” Yamapi walked into the room, “Massu has a girlfriend? Who?”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“But you go out together almost every night,” Ryo teased.

“I thought she was more like a little sister to you,” Koyama said anxiously. In the background, Yamapi breathed an “Oh,” as he realized who the other members were fussing about.

Massu huffed, it wasn’t like he liked her or anything. They were just really good, old friends. “I don’t like her!” he wailed over the other members.

Tegoshi finally got up, “Yes you do, here’s a piece of proof, you go out together almost every night.”

“You text her good morning and good night,” Ryo added much to the approval of Koyama.

“Didn’t you visit her when she was sick and couldn’t come with us to the movies?” Shige looked up from his book.

“You talk and talk and talk,” Koyama said. Ryo smirked and muttered something about ‘it takes one to know one’.

“DUH,” Yamapi walked over and smacked Massu with a book, “You like her.”

Crumpling his face, Massu frowned at the other members. “It’s not fair when you all go against me.”

“Buta-channn,” Ryo drawled as Massu turned towards the older man, “If I were you, I’d go tell her about your feelings before she finds someone else.”

As soon as Ryo finished, Massu sprinted out of the door, grabbing his phone and bag on the way. Outside of the building, he checked the time, 2:45 he thought, She should be getting out of school soon. He began to sprint.

[prologue] [part one] [part two] [part three]

Prologue

She was five when they met. He was ten, and had just entered the Jimusho. She was playing at the park when another boy ran up to her and stole her toy. Her wailing attracted his attention, and he barged up to the culprit and demanded to have the toy.

            When he returned it to her, she smiled happily and clapped her hands together. After introducing herself, she invited him to play with her. He thought he was a little old to be playing with her, but he shrugged and thought, “Well I always thought having a little sister would be fun.”

            Even though he would be teased by the other boys, he still played with her. Their mothers thought it was adorable, cooing about the children whenever they met.

            Her mother would call out to her, “Sweetie, Masuda-kun is on the phone for you!” Upon hearing his name, she would bounce up to the phone and squeal in delight as he greeted her. He would show up at her doorstep minutes later and she would run outside as her mother opened the door.

            They got older, but still played together. More often, he would help her with homework and she would help him relax. He taught her how to multiply and divide by using gyoza; she taught him how to make more when they were finished.

            She started to call him buta-chan, but he objected. She settled on calling him Massu, singing his name loudly whenever they met.

Four years later, he introduced her to a friend. “This is Tegoshi-kun,” he said, dragging the boy into her house, “we’re singing partners for the next Shounen Club episode.”

            They greeted each other, Tegoshi suspicious of the fact that she was only nine, she of the fact that Tegoshi had captured much of Massu’s attention. Massu was blind to both.

            A week later, she fell backwards over a fan and cut herself badly. He could hear her screams of pain as he listened to her mother’s pleas to come help.

            When he arrived at her door, her father ushered him in and pointed at the bathroom. Walking in, he spotted her crying and whimpering in pain as the front of her ankle was being cleaned and dressed.

            “Shh,” he said, taking her small hands into his, “Everything will be alright.” She sighed and nuzzled her head into his shoulder as he stroked her hair.

            It was still their vacation, and he came to visit her more often after the accident. Massu carried her to the playground and to his house for occasional visits. One day she whispered into his ear, “Ne, Massu, what if I can’t dance anymore?”

            He knew ballet was her life and that she loved to dance. “It’ll be okay, you’ll be able to dance.” After that day, he helped her practice everyday until her wounds healed.

One day, a year later, he came to her house bearing a small package. “What is it?” she asked, poking at the wrapping paper.

“Open it,” he said, ruffling her hair.

Ripping off the paper, she flipped the CD over. “NEWS Nippon,” she read. “What is this?” she peered up at the boy.

“Remember how I’m in that Jimusho?” he asked, she nodded in response. “Well, they’re debuting me and some other people as a group called NEWS. This is our first single.”

“Oh,” she sighed in comprehension. “Tegoshi-kun is in NEWS, too?”

He nodded, taking the CD from her, he pointed out the members. At the end he added, “I don’t know them very well, but maybe this will work out.”

She smiled at him and said, “Ganbatte!” Running into her room, she left the CD on her bookshelf and came back bearing books. “Ne, Massu help me?” she pouted gesturing at her homework.

He chuckled, “Okay, but only if you feed me.” She scurried to the pantry.

Three years later, she read the papers and gasped in horror. She called Massu, “Massu, is it true? Is your bandmate really suspended?”

He sighed in defeat and mumbled, “Yes, Uchi-kun is suspended.”

She sensed his depression and insisted, “Massu you should come over then, we can watch movies and eat gyoza.”

Later, when Kusano was suspended, she called again. “Massu, is your other bandmate suspended too?” She heard a muffled sob in the background, hung up and rushed over to his house.

Sitting on his couch, she said, “Massu, daijoubu. Everything will work out.” His head hung low and he leaned over onto her shoulder. After an hour of sitting in silence she said, “Massu, itai! My shoulder is cramping…” Seeing the tracks of dried tears on his cheeks she wiggled out of her position and laid him on the couch.

After covering him with a blanket and leaving gyoza with a note, she headed home thinking, This must be what having an older brother feels like.

            During NEWS’ suspension, she visited him. She brought her homework, games, food, anything to distract him from his lack of activities.

In the middle of the suspension, she got a cell phone. Putting her number into his phone, she said, “Now you can call or mail me whenever without my mom interrupting.”

He smiled feebly and looked pointedly at the rest of her homework. She sighed, “Fine, I’ll try to finish faster, but only if you help me.”

He called her a week before New Years Eve. She thought it was just another random call, but picked up the phone to hear, “WE’RE COMING BACK!!”

“Congratulations!” she said, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

“So I thought this would be a good chance for you to meet the rest of NEWS. Open your door,” he added.

“EH?!” she shouted, hearing the loud noises from outside her front door. She was relieved that her parents had gone out.

The 10 Songs Meme
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

1. Still in Love With You- Jonas Brothers

Jin looked out of his window, his eyes searched for the one face that could make his breath hitch.

Not finding it, he collapsed onto the floor and whispered.

Pi, I’m sorry.

2. Life’s What You Make It- Hannah Montana

Yamapi came back from the kitchen and handed his friend a cup.

Ryo looked up from the couch and took the coffee gratefully and said, “Pi, I’m not sure if I can do it. I can’t hurt her.”

“Think of it this way,” the younger idol said, “You can learn from this. Become a better actor. You can be the Johnny who dared to go outside of the box. And when you finish, we can celebrate.”

Ryo sighed, he hated when his friend was right.

3. 煙火的季節 (Yan Huo De Ji Jie)- F4

Shige looked down at his hand as he and Koyama walked towards the festival.

His heart swelled as they approached the stalls and watched fireworks fill the sky above their heads.

So this is love, he thought as he smiled at Koyama.

4. No Scrubs- TLC

Ryo looked at the room before him, and rolled his eyes as he took a place next to Uchi, “I have to be in a group with these losers?”

Looking back five years later, he still didn’t embrace member-ai, but he was glad he had found “that loser,” Tegoshi.

5. Gold Digger- Kanye West

They were Johnnys. Any girl that came up to them was instantly suspected to have an ulterior motive.

So it was no surprise when they broke up that he lied, “She was just a gold digger. I didn’t love her.”

6. It’s Gonna Be Me- *NSYNC

Everyday, Massu stayed late to practice for an extra hour. He worked harder, sang and danced more to try to put himself above the rest.

Because there was no way he was going to lose Tegoshi to Ryo.

7. Don’t Phunk With My Heart- Black Eyed Peas

When Yamapi took Shige out for his birthday, as the mother of the band, Koyama was doubtful of their leader’s intentions.

But his worries and fears began to disappear when he saw the two leaving for dinner, working on songs and studying together more often.

8. The Longest Time- Billy Joel

Jin saw Kame from across the club, instead of greeting his friend; he quickly penned down some English words and slipped out through the backdoor.

Two weeks later when Jin recorded LOVEJUICE, his eyes never left Kame’s.

9. I Want It That Way- Backstreet Boys

When was Kusano unpacking his things, he played the CD Uchi had given him before he’d left.

As the first song played, two lines of the chorus echoed through his heart, Ain’t nothing but a heartache, Ain’t nothing but a mistake.

At that moment, he felt as though an invisible connection forever linked him to his friend.

10. Here (In Your Arms)- Hellogoodbye

Their faces brushed against each other, she rested her head on his shoulder, but despite the closeness, his mind wandered.

As they swayed on the dance floor, Tegoshi was glad he would always feel more comfortable in Massu’s arms.

A/N: As my friend likes to put it, EPIC FAIL. I should sleep because it's 1:37 AM and I have a recital later.