All That Jazz

About Brothers and Brown Wigs

Their doorbell rang once, twice, before someone started vigorously knocking against the wood. Jongho groaned, lying on his bed, his muscles still tired from training. He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking through his open door directly at Wooyoung's open one. He saw the boy standing in front of his wardrobe, two pants in his hands, frowning. Jongho groaned again, a bit louder. "Dumbass, open the door!" Wooyoung didn't seem to be fazed by his shouting, still looking at the ripped jeans in his hands. "It's your brother, open it yourself." "I'M THE ONE THAT DIDN'T SKIP PRACTICE, YOU BETTER MOVE YOUR ASS NOW!"

Jongho dropped back down on his pillow when he heard a scoff from Wooyoung. He closed his eyes. Why did he agree to go to this musical on a full day of practice? He knew he would be tired. And now he would definitely have to play doll for Wooyoung and Hongjoong, them dressing him up in varies outfits until they were satisfied. That's how it was, every single time. Jongho sighed, why exactly was he friends with them?

"Thank god, I heard my baby screaming, took you long enough to open the door! Where is my baby boy?? Is everything alright??" Jongho didn't have to open his eyes when he heard Hongjoong's loud sounds of worry, shortly followed with someone storming into his room, letting out a dramatic gasp. Jongho slowly opened one of his eyes, giving the older boy a grin. The smaller looked at him with worry in his bare eyes, his lips curled in a small pout. He almost wouldn't have recognized Hongjoong without make up (he must have took it off before coming here to apply new one) but in Jongho's mind he was still as pretty as always, his soft features in no need of make up in his opinion.

"Hey Hyung, don't worry, i'm fine." Hongjoong sat himself down on the edge of his bed, his small hand on top of his left thigh. He frowned. "Was practice that hard? Are you ok to come with us?"

Hearing another scoff from the hallway, Jongho looked up from Hongjoong, seeing Wooyoung and Seonghwa standing in the doorframe to his room, his brother looking affectionately at the smaller boy. Wooyoung not so affectionately looking at Jongho himself. "He's fineee. He is being dramatic again, come on, we have to get ready or we gonna be late. Jongho I want you in my room in 10 minutes or I will cut your gi (A/N: a gi is the traditional training suit for all sorts of martial arts)." With that Wooyoung turned around and stomped to his room. Jongho couldn't stop the giggle that left his throat. Hongjoong shook his head. "He is so dramatic sometimes. I will go start with my make up." He stood up from Jonghos bed, gave his thigh a few small pats before he went to see Wooyoung. When he passed by Seonghwa he could see the smaller boy smiling at his brother, Seonghwa smiling back softly.

The moment Hongjoong disappeared behind the door of his roommates room Jongho gave his brother a knowing smirk. He sat himself up and against the headboard of his bed, shaking his head. His hair stood in all directions from the power nap he had after he came home only 45 minutes before Seonghwa and Hongjoong were supposed to be coming over. He looked at himself in the small mirror that hung on their hallway wall across his room through the still opened door. While he put some stray strands back in place he said:

"You're an idiot and you know it." Seonghwa, who was now located on his office chair, legs crossed, looked very interested at his turned off phone. "I don't know what you mean and I would be careful if I were you, brat." Jongho's left eyebrow rose before he crunched them together, giving his brother a slight glance. "When are you finally telling him? You are both so oblivious." The older boy rolled his eyes. "As I said, I don't know what you mean but you better be quiet before they hear you. God, you really have to control your volume sometimes."

Jongho was about to say something but closed his mouth again when he saw his brother putting his phone back into his coat pocket, realising that he wouldn't get away with this conversation. Seonghwa sighed, ruffling his hair stressed. He almost could see the older thinking. "I know I have to tell him, because he will never. But you know how it is if you don't want to lose someone. He may not feel the same." Seonghwa's voice was low, almost too quiet for Jongho to hear but he knew exactly what he said. He knew what he said but he didn't understand. "I can't risk that he doesn't like me. He is nice and sweet to everyone. It's just his nature. He calls you his baby all the time." It was Jongho's turn to roll his eyes. "You know exactly that the way he acts around me is way different than the way he acts around you. He sits himself on your lap and he sleeps in your arms every time he stays over and he buys you food and drinks when you have to study and he looks at you that way he doesn't look at any of us." "He is my best friend, of course we do all that things. You and Wooyoung do them too." "But you know exactly that he-"