a satisfied junmyeon steps out of the steamy bathroom, towel hanging around his shoulders and making his way back to his room, when he hears a loud noise in the direction of kyungsoo, chanyeol, and jongin’s shared room.
thump! thump, thump, thump!
frowning with concern, junmyeon pauses in front of their door, lightly pressing his ear against it to hear if there’s something going on, and if it’s something that he needs to step in as leader and stop before things can escalate..
“would you hurry up? junmyeon hears chanyeol’s muffled whine drifting through the crack under the door. "my neck’s starting to cramp.”
‘huh?’ junmyeon furrows his brows in confusion, staring at the door before pressing in even harder.
“i’m trying,” comes jongin’s huffy response after a few seconds of silence. “it’s not my fault your hole is so tiny.”
‘excuse me?!’ junmyeon jolts away as if every inch of the wooden surface is surrounded by electrical barbed wire, eyes going round with surprise.
“ouch it hurts!” chanyeol gasps, and junmyeon hears the noise again. thump! thump, thump! ”wrong hole, dumbass!”
an embarrassed flush creeps across junmyeon’s cheeks, spreading all the way down passed his shoulders to the very tips of his toes. he closes his eyes, breathing hard through his nose and praying that this is all just some nightmare that he’ll soon wake up from.
“almost there,” jongin whispers breathlessly, and junmyeon has had enough.
‘that’s it!’ junmyeon panics, internally spluttering as he tries to regain his composure. he can’t let this go on for much longer! he has leadership duties to uphold!
with a loud, awkward cough, junmyeon flings the door open, squaring his shoulders and stepping into the room with his sternest, no-nonsense face on.
he’s about to close his eyes and turn around to allow them time to get decent, preparing to jump into a long lecture about why jongin and chanyeol shouldn’t be engaging in these kinds of physical activities, how this could affect exo as a group, not just them, if something were to go wrong.
but junmyeon pauses mid-turn as his bewildered gaze falls upon chanyeol, fully clothed, perched on the bed with his head tilted to the side, kicking his feet against the wooden frame, with jongin towering above him and staring at chanyeol’s ear with the most intense focus junmyeon has ever seen.
“chanyeol, when did you get your ears pierced?” junmyeon asks, thoroughly baffled, as chanyeol glances at him from across the room, jongin completely ignoring junmyeon’s presence.
“two weeks ago,” chanyeol smiles sheepishly, wincing as jongin finally manages to push the little stud through, straightening up and jumping into a little victory dance.
“woo i did it!”
junmyeon cautiously walks around the exuberant jongin, taking a step closer and studying the little sparkling sphere in chanyeol’s ear. “it suits you,” junmyeon finally says, physically and mentally deflating with relief at having averted the most compromising conversation of his career.
“now onto the other side,” jongin shoves junmyeon aside, waving a matching silver stud in the air. and chanyeol groans, plopping down onto the bed and burrowing under a mountain of kyungsoo’s blankets and pillows.