Title: Someone take it back
Pairing: Homin, Yoosu(not really, no xD)
Summary: Changmin wakes up to a certain..changes that are not supposed to be there.
A/N: The plot is completely unoriginal but I had this in my head for a while and thought wth let me just write it.
When Yunho wakes up, he expects his lover still cuddled within his arms, his own arm dead from the weight upon it and the grateful feeling of waking up to his beautiful face.
So when he starts to wake and leans down to kiss the familiar pink lips, he’s met with a lump of feathery wings.
Big White Fluffy Wings, but…Where’s-?
“Changmin!” Yunho jolts from the bed and pulls the covers off of him. There, lying in where Changmin was last night, laid his lover(he recognizes those feet anywhere) cocooned in a ball of feathers. He rubs at his eyes to be sure that he was awake and pinches himself for good measure.
Tentatively, he pokes at the stilled figure and retracts his fingers, only to smooth his entire hand over the surface. He nearly jumps out of bed when the feathers pulses against his skin.
“Warm…” He whispers, letting himself comb through the softness and he almost wants to sleep wrapped up in such comfort. Before he can actually do just that, the wings quivered before unfurling a bit and there was Changmin.
Changmin opens his eyes and is surprised to see the older man staring down at him as if he grew a third eye.
“Yunho? What’s wrong?” He sits up to stretch out the kinks in his back only to feel a strange weight and pressure other than from his back side. He reaches a hand behind him and meets with something that was definitely NOT there last night.
And that’s when the shit hits the fan.
“WHAT-OH MY GOD.”
“WHAT IS THIS? WINGS? WINGS?!!!!”
“Baby, really it’s not all that bad.” Yunho says nervously, trying to calm his lover down. “If anything you look-,”
Changmin stills and reaches over to fist at Yunho’s white wife-beater. “Don’t. You. Dare.” Yunho shakes his head and chuckles nervously, feeling the grip around his tank loosen.
“But you do look beautiful.”
Jaejoong halts in the mid-flip of his cooking and tilts his head, “Did you guys hear something?” Yoochun grunts from his bend position over the counter, glaring at the coffee maker as if it’s purposely stalling.
The oldest shrugs and returns to flipping the pancakes but goes completely off target when a loud BANG sounds across the house.
Junsu walks in, stretching, “Good Mo-,” The pancake slaps him in the face as he yawns and falls to the floor in a pitiful heap.
“What the hell was that? Was that you?”
“Yeah I’m fine, really. Scolding hot cakes just fllllyy~” Junsu scoffs, flicking moist batter from his hair.
Junsu looked up startled at another sudden bang and lifted both his hands in a means of surrender. “Okay hyung, I’ll eat breakfast this way from now on. No need to get angry.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes and reaches over to push the smaller man’s forehead.
“That wasn’t me you dolt, that was-,” Brown eyes widen a bit, and after a quick skim of the room he noticed the lack of the last two members, whom are usually the first to wake amongst them all. Taking the frying pan in his hands, he stalked down the hallway, knowing that if one was there, there was bound to be the other one.
“Joongie, what are you doing?” Junsu, curious as he was, followed apprehensively, staring at the raised frying pan and the white-gripped hands on the doorknob to Yunho’s room. Yoochun draped himself on top of the smaller man and mumbled something incoherent on his broad shoulders.
Junsu looked down and tried to nudge him away. “Ew, that’s disgusting.” When he lifted his hand to see a trail of saliva.
“SHUSH.” Jaejoong hissed and looked at both his roommates before returning back to the door. “Okay from the count of 3, 1…2..,” Yoochun pushes the door open a second too early and being too stiff probably caused his lack of balance as he toppled on top of his roommates.
Changmin gasped(more like squealed) when they stumbled through the doorway and out of sheer reflex, flew(yes, flew) behind his lover to shield his nakedness. Yunho rubs at his neck and raises his eyebrows at the younger man, Really Changmin, Really?
Jaejoong quickly stands up and trips over his feet a little and whips his head around, “What was that?! I heard screaming and banging and not the usual “Fuck me harder“ and-and-“Oh my God Yunho.” Yunho straightens his back when the oldest is gaping at him and he automatically tries to shield the man behind him.
“Jaejoong, this is uh-this is,” Yunho stalls a bit when the man stalks closer and slowly raises the frying pan like he’s about to swing…swing at him specifically.
“Uhh Jaejoong what-?” Jaejoong lifts his hand and points behind him and whispers carefully. “Yunho do not move, there is a really huge fly behind you.”
Yunho is shoved off the bed the next second and falls into a glorious pile next to Yoosu, looking at Changmin in shock.
“YAH I AM NOT A FLY YOU BLIND FOOL.” Changmin screams, his wings towering over Jaejoong, whom drops his frying pan and falls to his knees.
Junsu chooses this moment to wake up from the floor, elbowing the man underneath him to leverage him up. Yoochun flops from the contact and lifts his head.
“What? NO! I’m not God! I’m…I’m…,”
The red head looks up and his eyes bug out upon landing on the youngest and points at him. “Oh my Sun…” Changmin flickers his glare toward Junsu who is still pointing at him with an expression similar to Jaejoong’s. Yunho looks on worriedly and knows for sure that Junsu’s going to say something stupid.
“Wow…,” Junsu stands up and walks to him with a daze. “You look just like an Ange-!!” Yunho tackles the smaller man across the floor before he can finish and mentally pats himself on the back. It’s quite short lived when Yoochun leans against the wall and decides to speak.
Yunho freezes and Junsu nods in recognition through the pain from the floor.
Jaejoong snaps his fingers and grins. “Oh yeah,” If the warning looks sent from Yunho was not an indication to shut up, the increasing glow coming from the wings coupled by Changmin’s very unamused face should be.
“You look like something from Sailor Moon.”
A young man and a group of his friends bustled and cheered, spilling popcorn everywhere as they squished together on the small couch.
“I can’t wait to try out my new flatscreen HD television.” He slid his thumb over the “ON” button, but a gush of wind and bright light blew over him as if heaven fell upon them. It left as quickly as it came and the boys sat their dumbfounded, their hairs on ends.
He looked down at the remote in his hand and then to the T.V. “Whoa…”
Across the street in the apartment building next door, the five of them are settled in their living room; three who are in the state of stupor.
“What the hell just happened?” Jaejoong muffles into the hotdog pillow clutched between his arms, his face frozen in place.
“I think I can safely say my life flashed before my eyes.” Junsu simply whimpers and burrows himself further into his bony friend.
Yoochun musters up his fiercest glare at the youngest member and the nervous leader, but even he knew when to admit defeat and grips on to Junsu pathetically.
Changmin smirks, his wings fluttering happily behind him. Maybe having these wings weren’t as bad as he made it out to be.
“So uhh, any ideas how this came to be?” Yunho tries to pull the members back from this haze, which is failing terribly.
At least Jaejoong looks like he’s thinking, maybe. “Did you eat something off the floor again?”
“That would result in nausea, diarrhea, stomach pains, vomiting-not the growth of wings.” Changmin simply brushes the idea away. “And eating food off a plate, unknowing to the fact that it was dropped on the floor and placed back, does not count.” Junsu giggles nervously.
“Maybe it’s like one of those comic books, the protagonist gets hit with some radioactive waves and is given powers to save the world!” Yoochun’s voice increasing with excitement with every word, but falters when he sees the four giving him the “Are you off your knockers?” look. “I’m just saying…” He mumbles.
“Ehh whatever it is, maybe it’ll go away?” Junsu yawns, already used to the weirdness of it all.
Yunho shakes his head. “I hope so, but how are we supposed to hide these during the photoshoots? Interviews? LIVES?”
“Holy shit, you don’t think that our new concept would be Victoria’s secret Angels if they see me right?” Changmin blanches.
“Oh you think so?” Jaejoong imagines with a slightly amused, interested look.
“Eugh I can’t take this!” And before they know it, there’s a hole in their ceiling and a few stray feathers trailing down.
“What. The. Fuck.” Jaejoong voices out, staring blankly through the hole Changmin flew from.
The rest of the day consisted of trying to find a hot flying Korean in the skies, explaining how the ceiling caved in, where on earth was Changmin?, and running from rapid fan girls throughout it all.
They eventually find him when the sun is starting to come out, perched on top of a church. The scene would’ve looked more enchanting if not for the dozens of pigeons crowding near him. No doubt that news would be getting around pretty quickly if they didn’t retrieve their last member.
It’s not until after the offer of a week of free foods, unlimited access of Junsu’s game stations and laptop, and free riding Yoochun’s car before Yunho goes up there and easily coaxes his lover down with a few loving kisses and a promise of more later. The other three still owe him.
It’s only worse when they reach their home to find it swarming with reporters and security guards trying to fend them away. Yunho pulls his leather jacket over Changmin when they charge through. Junsu and Jaejoong nearly punches some reporters out when they try to grab at their youngest.
They only let out a breath of relief when they’re behind locked doors.
“Please don’t do that again.” Yunho sighs and cradles the young man tightly into him when they’re safely back in their condo. Changmin releases a breath deep in his chest, feeling guilty for making the leader worry and for everything. But for some reason, the need to fly overtook him and it felt as if he might explode if he didn’t.
Like a caged bird.
Is that what he was? A caged bird wanting to escape?
Changmin bites his lips and forces those thoughts away. He would never leave, no matter what happens he’s staying with the people he loved the most and vice versa. Unknowingly, his wings had formed a protective cocoon around the both of them and Yunho looks up in wonder. Everywhere is pulsating warmth and life and he feels all his weariness drain from him.
The older man sighs into his lover’s hair, but hesitates when he hears a chocked sob from underneath him.
“Baby what’s wrong?” Yunho pulls away to see tears streaming down the young man’s cheeks. He tries to kiss them away, brushing lightly against the corner of his eyes and just pulls him as close as his body would let.
Changmin clenches his hand around the cotton polo, trying to will the tears away. “I hate this…I hate not having control. Worrying you, the group, everyone.”
Yunho rocks them both slowly and soon, all of them are wrapped in each other’s arms. There’s nothing said, only felt as they console each other through their touches. Changmin’s wings unfurl and shields them and they find comfort through the calming effects emitting through the feathers.
They stayed there all night, falling into a dreamless slumber.
The morning finds them in different positions on the couch, with half of Yoochun’s body draping off the side of the couch, Jaejoong nibbling on a pillow on top of the coffee table, Junsu sitting on the floor with his head wobbling to and fro.
Yunho is the first to wake and feels reassured when Changmin snuggles deeper. His arms automatically wounds around the thin body and found that…he could. Confused, he blinks the sleep away and looks down and screams.
Changmin wakes and looks around in a alert, causing a domino effect with the other three members.
“What? What happened?” Junsu groans and rubs his cramped neck.
Changmin raises an eyebrow and reaches back. “What about the-” Brown eyes widen and he uses both his hand to scratch at his now bare back. “It’s gone! It’s-it’s fucking gone!”
Changmin leans in and kisses Yunho, gripping on to him like a lifeline. They laugh into the open-mouthed kiss before sharing a hug.
Yoochun looks up from his fallen position. “But how?” The youngest simply shrugs and decides not to question the unexplained.
“Hmm…I think I might actually miss them though. You looked beautiful.” Yunho teases and laughs at the affronted look.
“You‘re still beautiful now.”
“Nooo elephants come baaaack. You have to eat my piieeee.” Jaejoong mumbles in his sleep, his hand outstretched as if he’s trying to catch something. Yoochun raises his legs and kicks the oldest man off the table.
Junsu laughs loudly when Jaejoong pops up from the side with his hair sticking out on all ends. God forbid if anyone got this out to the public.
“Well at least everything’s back to normal.”
---The next day---
Junsu wakes up to find his legs replaced with fins.
A/N: I had this story stored in my computer for so long and decided to finish it up all in one go xDD I admit, it is rushed especially towards the ending. IDEK I tried DDx I'm horrible at finishing stories.
Hope you enjoyed it and feel free to drop by some comments :DD