A DAY IN THE LIFE OF--

Hoping Jaejoong received the email he sent earlier about meeting him out here, Changmin steps up to the railing of the balcony but is careful to not get too close because of the kitten he's holding in his arms. He shrugs slightly at his own carefulessness, knowing that Koushik isn't wild enough to take a leap from his arms to the ground below. But better safe than sorry. And bending to nuzzle Koushik's fur, he waits for Jaejoong to show up.

Yoochun ambles into the living room, tousling his hair absently as he makes his way through. he sighs softly, cheeks puffed momentarily, and toes into his shoes at the door, then leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets as he waits for Jaejoong. He closes his eyes and tips his head back against the wall, chewing on his lower lip.

( Hunger + Wall-E )

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( 'Doors of Perception' + mescaline information + an excerpt from 'DoP' )

Silly post, but eh. Felt like writing/rambling in my journal. Now if I could just stop editing this thing.

Yoochun shuffles into the living room, feet dragging slightly. Lazy, lazy day and he's brooding, to boot. He's a bit curious to sit and talk with this Changmin, having only talked to him through the computer, even though they all live together on one big apartment. Which is weird, but. After seeing copies of yourself from other universes and stuff, you kind of get over weird. Yoochun flops onto the couch with no amount of grace whatsoever, the white wifebeater he borrowed from Jaejoong stretching until he shifts to tug it up a little. He adjusts his pajama pants while he's at it, because pants are not very comfortable when they're twisted funny around your legs.

Made me think.


The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing but

I...
I love it when you read to me and
You...
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb but

I...
I love it when you sing to me and
You...
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know but

I...
I love it when you give me things and
You...
You ought to give me wedding rings
I...
I love it when you give me things and
You...
You ought to give me wedding rings

Saranghae Yesungie~ but where are you looking? tsk tsk. ^^

it's kind of sad when your new single means heartbreak and fits you perfectly.


won't have any trouble expressing emotion for this one.

Jaejoong reaches the kitchen first and stands in the middle with hands on his hips, trying to decide what he should make. There was a bunch of ramen in the pantry yesterday, but who knows what it's dwindled down to now. He walks over anyway and opens it, scours to see if anything else is still sitting there.

Yoochun wakes up far, far too early for any person with sanity, and blinks blearily at the pink light filtering in through the window. Beside him, Jaejoong makes a quiet snuffling sound and shifts, and Yoochun smiles fondly. The smiles fades a little when he lets his thoughts wander, though, last night's conversation between them coming back to him in bits and pieces. Changmin, Yunho. He sighs and presses a gentle kiss to Jaejoong's forehead, then slips out of the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and shuffling out the door as quietly as he can.

A minute later and he's slipping inside Yunho's room, another fond smile lifting the corners of his mouth as he simply watches Yunho sleep for a moment, peaceful and unguarded - not that Yunho's all that guarded when he's awake, but he does look less troubled. Yoochun eases forward carefully and slides under Yunho's blankets, curling himself into Yunho's arms and burying his face into Yunho's chest, warm and familiar.

Yoochun towels at his wet hair absently as he walks down the hallway to his and Jaejoong's room. The towel loosely slung around his hips is slipping slightly, so he pauses and re-adjusts, then continues on his way. If there weren't so many people in the apartment (not that he doesn't know all of them - they're all his members, in one way or another), he probably wouldn't give a damn, but for them, he'll show a little modesty. He opens the door to the room and slips inside, working at the back of his head, now. "Yah, was that you who left the soggy bathmat on the floor in the bathroom?" he asks Jaejoong casually, even though he already knows the answer.

So Jaejoong's flu is gone and, for its farewell party, he's cleaning. These two things are entirely related. Honestly, it's just that being confined to bed for days has given birth to massive pent-up energy that's decided to manifest into an urge for quality bonding time with mr. vacuum cleaner and ms. pink feather duster (Jaejoong doesn't question why he owns this) and a can of air freshener. If he has the stereo on full volume while he dances around to Shakira, it's not like anyone's watching or anything.

Yoochun whistles softly as he makes his way to the kitchen, surprisingly bubbly for it being something in the morning that he couldn't be bothered to check. While waiting for Changmin to make his appearance, Yoochun busies himself with finding a pot, setting water to boil and contemplating which flavor he's going to make tonight.