WISH by anthra_JJ
Yunho flips through the cooking book. Obviously cooking is not his forte. “What the heck is baking soda?” Yunho scratches his head. He picks up his smart phone and type “baking soda” in the search bar. Related images and sites pop out. “Ah, BAKING SODA!” Yunho exclaimed when he realizes that he had seen the white powder in a small bottle before when he did shopping in supermarkets. “But I didn’t buy it. Haiz,” Yunho sighs. How he’s gonna bake a cake without baking soda. Yunho go through his contact list and stopped at a certain name. He touched the dial icon and waits.
“Ne,hyung” deep voice answered the call.
“Changmin-ah, help me”
“Call me…” “Changmin HYUNG, jebal~” chuckles were heard on the other side.
“What is it that hyung wants so desperately?”
“Baking soda? Could you buy it on your way home. ASAP,”
“Mweo? Haiz~ araseo,” Changmin answered in annoyance and hung up the call.
Yunho slides his phone back into his pocket and sigh in relieve. He looked at the cooking book and a wide grin appears on his face.
Jaejoongie, saengil chukahae~
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“Ahjumma, do you have baking soda here?” Changmin asks the shop owner. It’s a small shop in a less crowded area of Seoul so there’s no need for him to wear a mask. “Of course. Let me get it for you, son.” “Kamsahamnida,” Changmin bows slightly. He looks around the shop and something got his eyes. A small cactus plant on the window sill.
30 minutes later…
Changmin opens the door to find Yunho lying on the couch while watching TV.
“Oh wasseo?” Yunho rose after saw Changmin enters the apartment.
“20000 won,please” Changmin said as he takes off his shoes.
“Mweorageo? A small bottle of baking soda won’t cost that much, Shim Changmin!”
“Baking soda was only 2000 won,” Changmin hands over the small plastic bag to Yunho. “What’s in it?” Yunho asked, pointing at another bag that Changmin was holding.
“I need some snacks since I had walked all the way to a small store, waited for the ahjumma to ransack the whole store for the thing when it’s just beside the cashier’s desk, walked back to our headquarters and then was brought to our apartment by our manager,”
Yunho let a deep sigh. He knows very well that he have to pay for the snacks as well because if he didn’t, then the maknae won’t help him again. Yunho take out few notes and hand it to Changmin. “Here you go. Enjoy your snack time,” Yunho said with discontentment. Changmin just smiled and walks to his room.
Changmin place the bag on his desk and takes out the things one by one. Instant ramen, sweets, rice cakes and a small plastic box. Inside the box is a small cactus plant.
Jaejoong hyung, saengil chukahae~
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“Hyung,” Junsu breaks the silence. Tonight, the apartment is quite eerily silent compared to many nights that they had spent together in the very same living space.
“Which hyung,Junsu-yah? Remember I’m your hyung too,” Yoochun said and smirks at Junsu. “I will never call you ‘hyung’, Yoochunnie. Well maybe in your dreams, yes.” Junsu answers and throws the cushion he was holding at Yoochun.
“Guys,please. Let me be in peace while waiting for the clock to strike 12,” Jaejoong said and looked at the clock on the wall. 3 more minutes.
“Any ideas on how the fans will celebrate Jaejoong hyung’s birthday?” Yoochun continue having a conversation with Junsu, ignoring the older guy who is resting his head against the black leather couch with eyes closed.
“Cut cakes maybe? Or make cards for him? I don’t know,” Junsu answers Yoochun’s question without even looking at him. He rolls the papers in his hands and murmurs something that was barely could reach Yoochun’s eardrum.
“Junsu-yah, put your rehearsing for your musical on hold. Just for tonight. We have things to do,” Yoochun remarks on Junsu’s lack of attention on their conversation.
“I think the fans would do something techie such as updating their Cyworld or homepage with birthday wishes for Jaejoong. And Twitter! They can trend something like hash tag happybirthdayjejung,” Yoochun came up with some ideas.
“They will do that?”
The clock strikes 12 am and as spontaneously, both Yoochun and Junsu jumps on Jaejoong, giving him a combined beastly hug.
“Saengil chukahae,hyung!”
“Happy Birthday,man!”
“Enough with your English and bring out the cake,Junsu” Yoochun orders Junsu. Jaejoong only smiles at their acts. He knew very well that both of them trying not to let him feeling blue on his birthday. But how could he’s not sad when he can sense the utmost absence around him. Jaejoong wants not 4 arms but 8 arms snake him while wishing “Happy Birthday”.
Junsu mumbles something and slaps Jaejoong’s cheeks gently before walking into the kitchen. Minutes later he’s return with a small chocolate cake with candles lit on. After Junsu placed the cake on the coffee table, Jaejoong can see clearly the arrangement of the candles. There are five candles and placed in a form of ‘W’.
“Make a wish,hyung. Better be a good one. Like “I wish Junsu to have a girlfriend this yea” Eun Kyang Kyang~” Junsu cracks his legendary laughter. “Such a selfish kid,” Yoochun comments on Junsu’s wish.
Junsu and Yoochun knew what Jaejoong will wish for. It would be the same wish that he keep wishing in the past 2 years. They tried so hard to uplift Jaejoong’s mood but seems like Jaejoong already forgot how to celebrate birthday cheerfully. Maybe Jaejoong will when the day that all three of them expecting arrives.
Jaejoong looks at the cake and warm tears formed at lower fold of his eyelid. He closes his eyes immediately and makes a wish.
I wish the other two are with me now~
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Changmin stares at the cake with lust. He constantly licks his dry lips. Changmin wants to savour the chocolate cake that is decorated with thinly sliced almonds and strawberries but deep inside him, a fear revolves within the poor soul.
Can Shim Changmin trust his leader’s cooking skills?
“Haiz,” Changmin sighs and drops his head on the table. Yunho paused the game he was playing in his handphone and looks up at Changmin. “Wae geurae?”
“Hyung, did you follow the instructions precisely? I mean, there’s no room for errors like using salt instead of sugar,right?”
“Come on,Changmin. Although I’m a bad cook, I knew that this cake is meaningful for both of us,”
Changmin nods slowly and continue staring at cake. “1 more minute,” Yunho said as an alarm goes off in his phone. Yunho lets out a deep breath and lights the candles. There are five candles and carefully placed to form a “W”.
The clock strikes 12 and Changmin and Yunho looks at each other. Soft murmurs of “Saengil Chukahae,Jaejoongie,” and “Saengil Chukahae,hyung” were heard. All of a sudden, gust of wind from the nearby open window blows the candles off.
We wish the other three are with us now~
“Ne,hyung” deep voice answered the call.
“Changmin-ah, help me”
“Call me…” “Changmin HYUNG, jebal~” chuckles were heard on the other side.
“What is it that hyung wants so desperately?”
“Baking soda? Could you buy it on your way home. ASAP,”
“Mweo? Haiz~ araseo,” Changmin answered in annoyance and hung up the call.
Yunho slides his phone back into his pocket and sigh in relieve. He looked at the cooking book and a wide grin appears on his face.
Jaejoongie, saengil chukahae~
*********************************************************************************************************************
“Ahjumma, do you have baking soda here?” Changmin asks the shop owner. It’s a small shop in a less crowded area of Seoul so there’s no need for him to wear a mask. “Of course. Let me get it for you, son.” “Kamsahamnida,” Changmin bows slightly. He looks around the shop and something got his eyes. A small cactus plant on the window sill.
30 minutes later…
Changmin opens the door to find Yunho lying on the couch while watching TV.
“Oh wasseo?” Yunho rose after saw Changmin enters the apartment.
“20000 won,please” Changmin said as he takes off his shoes.
“Mweorageo? A small bottle of baking soda won’t cost that much, Shim Changmin!”
“Baking soda was only 2000 won,” Changmin hands over the small plastic bag to Yunho. “What’s in it?” Yunho asked, pointing at another bag that Changmin was holding.
“I need some snacks since I had walked all the way to a small store, waited for the ahjumma to ransack the whole store for the thing when it’s just beside the cashier’s desk, walked back to our headquarters and then was brought to our apartment by our manager,”
Yunho let a deep sigh. He knows very well that he have to pay for the snacks as well because if he didn’t, then the maknae won’t help him again. Yunho take out few notes and hand it to Changmin. “Here you go. Enjoy your snack time,” Yunho said with discontentment. Changmin just smiled and walks to his room.
Changmin place the bag on his desk and takes out the things one by one. Instant ramen, sweets, rice cakes and a small plastic box. Inside the box is a small cactus plant.
Jaejoong hyung, saengil chukahae~
*********************************************************************************************************************
“Hyung,” Junsu breaks the silence. Tonight, the apartment is quite eerily silent compared to many nights that they had spent together in the very same living space.
“Which hyung,Junsu-yah? Remember I’m your hyung too,” Yoochun said and smirks at Junsu. “I will never call you ‘hyung’, Yoochunnie. Well maybe in your dreams, yes.” Junsu answers and throws the cushion he was holding at Yoochun.
“Guys,please. Let me be in peace while waiting for the clock to strike 12,” Jaejoong said and looked at the clock on the wall. 3 more minutes.
“Any ideas on how the fans will celebrate Jaejoong hyung’s birthday?” Yoochun continue having a conversation with Junsu, ignoring the older guy who is resting his head against the black leather couch with eyes closed.
“Cut cakes maybe? Or make cards for him? I don’t know,” Junsu answers Yoochun’s question without even looking at him. He rolls the papers in his hands and murmurs something that was barely could reach Yoochun’s eardrum.
“Junsu-yah, put your rehearsing for your musical on hold. Just for tonight. We have things to do,” Yoochun remarks on Junsu’s lack of attention on their conversation.
“I think the fans would do something techie such as updating their Cyworld or homepage with birthday wishes for Jaejoong. And Twitter! They can trend something like hash tag happybirthdayjejung,” Yoochun came up with some ideas.
“They will do that?”
The clock strikes 12 am and as spontaneously, both Yoochun and Junsu jumps on Jaejoong, giving him a combined beastly hug.
“Saengil chukahae,hyung!”
“Happy Birthday,man!”
“Enough with your English and bring out the cake,Junsu” Yoochun orders Junsu. Jaejoong only smiles at their acts. He knew very well that both of them trying not to let him feeling blue on his birthday. But how could he’s not sad when he can sense the utmost absence around him. Jaejoong wants not 4 arms but 8 arms snake him while wishing “Happy Birthday”.
Junsu mumbles something and slaps Jaejoong’s cheeks gently before walking into the kitchen. Minutes later he’s return with a small chocolate cake with candles lit on. After Junsu placed the cake on the coffee table, Jaejoong can see clearly the arrangement of the candles. There are five candles and placed in a form of ‘W’.
“Make a wish,hyung. Better be a good one. Like “I wish Junsu to have a girlfriend this yea” Eun Kyang Kyang~” Junsu cracks his legendary laughter. “Such a selfish kid,” Yoochun comments on Junsu’s wish.
Junsu and Yoochun knew what Jaejoong will wish for. It would be the same wish that he keep wishing in the past 2 years. They tried so hard to uplift Jaejoong’s mood but seems like Jaejoong already forgot how to celebrate birthday cheerfully. Maybe Jaejoong will when the day that all three of them expecting arrives.
Jaejoong looks at the cake and warm tears formed at lower fold of his eyelid. He closes his eyes immediately and makes a wish.
I wish the other two are with me now~
*********************************************************************************************************************
Changmin stares at the cake with lust. He constantly licks his dry lips. Changmin wants to savour the chocolate cake that is decorated with thinly sliced almonds and strawberries but deep inside him, a fear revolves within the poor soul.
Can Shim Changmin trust his leader’s cooking skills?
“Haiz,” Changmin sighs and drops his head on the table. Yunho paused the game he was playing in his handphone and looks up at Changmin. “Wae geurae?”
“Hyung, did you follow the instructions precisely? I mean, there’s no room for errors like using salt instead of sugar,right?”
“Come on,Changmin. Although I’m a bad cook, I knew that this cake is meaningful for both of us,”
Changmin nods slowly and continue staring at cake. “1 more minute,” Yunho said as an alarm goes off in his phone. Yunho lets out a deep breath and lights the candles. There are five candles and carefully placed to form a “W”.
The clock strikes 12 and Changmin and Yunho looks at each other. Soft murmurs of “Saengil Chukahae,Jaejoongie,” and “Saengil Chukahae,hyung” were heard. All of a sudden, gust of wind from the nearby open window blows the candles off.
We wish the other three are with us now~
.::. The end .::.
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