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lanlanPairing: maybe jaemin
Words: 741
Genre: general
Summary: after a concert, Jaejoong and Changmin get into a fight.
Sweat is a bigger part of life than Jaejoong would prefer. After cradio, concerts, even hot summer night when AC is forbidden for fear of wrinkles, he is bathed in his own sweat, sticky under the arms. The first thing he does after changing during a break during songs is blow-dry his hair.
Out of the five of them, Changmin sweats the most. It is because Changmin has a fast metabolism and because he looks good in leather.
“Don’t touch me, you’re gross,” Jaejoong announces in his shrill voice when Changmin peels off his leather jacket and shakes the sweat out of his hair. Of course Changmin does, wrapping his arms around his hyung in a stifling hug.
Jaejoong makes an offended noise and pulls away but there isn’t enough time to do anything but swear revenge in his head. After the concert, he tells himself, watching Changmin squeeze his ass into leather pants and bites his lip.
The concert ends with a performance of Rising Sun that leaves everyone buzzing on adrenaline and even Yoochun stone-faced. Yunho walks around everywhere getting in the staff’s way and Junsu just flops himself on a chair, gulping down water like a pro. Jaejoong sees Changmin take off his shoes and head in a dressing room alone.
“A little privacy is all I ever ask for.” Changmin sounds almost angry when he hears the door open and Jaejoong, not expecting the anger, almost stops in what he’s doing. But Changmin is leaning against a stool, balanced precariously, the tight leather pants worked halfway down his legs and so Jaejoong smirks and walks over to pull the stool out from under him. Changmin falls, predicably, on his ass.
Unpredicably, he reacts by hugging Jaejoong by the legs and pulling until he loses his balance and falls, head bouncing on the side of the stool on his way down. Jaejoong who doesn’t react half as fast, grabs the nearest thing in reach by reflex, which turns out to be Changmin. He ends up pinning the boy to the ground by the weight of his fall.
Changmin, who assumes intention in this, grabs Jaejoong by his hair (his hair) and yanks, too hard.
“Ow! Fuck you, Changmin.” Jaejoong growls, angry now. He wants to hurt Changmin, who deserves it, somehow, but isn’t sure how. Jaejoong’s anger comes slowly and leaves fast. He settles for straddling Changmin and pushing his bare shoulder against the carpet, more a gesture showing power than physical pain. Changmin tries to kick Jaejoong but he sits on the pants that effectively bind Changmin’s legs together.
Growling in frustration, Changmin turns to fists, hitting Jaejoong in the stomach where it won’t show and knocking the wind out of him. It isn’t that Changmin is really angry, but, pinned down on the floor, he acts on reflex. When Jaejoong catches his fist he reverses the grip and bites him.
Jaejoong surprised him by laughing. “You’re acting like a fucking raccoon with rabies, you know that?” Then he stands up, takes a grip of Changmin’s wrist with both hands and drags him sideways. Changmin’s bare thighs burn on the scratchy carpet. Jaejoong pulls him in circles.
He tries to catch Jaejoong by the ankles again but this time Jaejoong is ready for him and stronger than him. Changmin ends up getting kneed in the chin, which hurts both he and Jaejoong, as Jaejoong is known for having weak knees.
“Ouch. Your pointy chin just, like, stabbed my knee,” Jaejoong exclaims. Changmin, who is still seeing stars, doesn’t reply. He is trying to plan his next move when they are interrupted.
“Yoohoo, it’s time to go home you lovebirds,” Yoochun’s singsong voice accompanies his rapid knocking on the door. “You guys can finish up in bed where I can watch.” Junsu’s guffawing comes from somewhere behind him. Changmin is surprised to feel annoyance and disappointment.
“Help me get these pants off. ” Changmin feels somehow entitled to order Jaejoong around now, like the older boy owes him for letting him beat the shit out of him. The pants are bunched together now, almost knotted. They stick on Changmin’s sweaty skin.
Jaejoong pulls them off, pulling Changmin’s legs off the floor in the process. He watches Changmin on the floor, still red faced from the fight.
“That was fun,” he remarks casually as Changmin hops into his jeans. He gets a sideways glance.
“Yeah,” Changmin says that they walk through the door. “We should do that more often.”