The Oyaji Factor (Open Challenge: Drabble Challenge; Paying Lip Service)

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title the oyaji factor
rating g
genre fail!crack
374 words
jaejoong/changmin, sort of ot5
a/n idek, okay.

 

He wakes up to find two wide brown eyes staring him in the face.

Changmin promptly screams and falls out of bed.

Jaejoong’s voice drifts into his consciousness, drawling, lazy.

“It’s your turn this week. Lip service.”

When the maknae sits up properly and rubs his eyes, the eldest is already gone.

…Lip service.

Lip service?…

Changmin practically flies out of his room, stumbling and slipping to the workroom. Surely the other soul-mate knows something about this. He gets there and tackles the figure hunched over the keyboard.

“Whatwhatwhaaat?!”

Changmin’s barely able to get the two words out. Lip service.

Yoochun snickers loudly and waves him away.

His next option – Junsu. But Junsu eukyangkyangs so loud that he falls off the sofa.

He’s practically crying and on his knees when he gets to the leader, who just gives him a sympathetic look, saying, “And you were the only one with your image left.”

All that trauma before breakfast isn’t healthy.

And because the other members won’t tell him what lip service is – he just has to assume the worst. Except. He doesn’t even know what that is. Who knows what Jaejoong’s warped, twisted, evil, sadistic mind can come up with.

All through the filming of MBC’s Come To Play, Jaejoong keeps sending him these weird, creepy looks and nudges him inconspicuously.

When they retire to their apartment at the end of the day, Jaejoong corners him in the kitchen. Those warm, assuring, brown doe eyes have turned into fiery pits of hell sad, accusing wells of no dinner disappointment.

“You didn’t do it.” Jaejoong’s voice sounds like a sad, kicked puppy.

“Of course I didn’t! My – my image – a-and I don’t even know what lip service is!”

“Well, Junsu’s done it, and I’ve done it, so I don’t see why you couldn’t do it.”

By now the other three members are leaning over the counter to watch. Jaejoong straightens up and declares haughtily, “And isn’t it obvious? Lame oyaji gag service, duh.”

Changmin looks at him oddly. “Hyung. That’s… log… service.”

Jaejoong blinks a few times. “Oh. That’s right.”

Changmin pushes Jaejoong's face away with a hand and storms grumpily into his room, slamming the door.

Before he realizes he hasn't had dinner yet.