The Quartermaster - [2.3] [Changmin]
Changmin woke when something landed on his head. His eyes popped open as he plucked the decorative sofa pillow off his face and he turned his head to see who would be stupid enough to wake him up.
“I’m bored,” Yoochun said, sitting idly in the chair across from the sofa Changmin was sprawled out on.
With a tight flick of his wrist, Changmin sent the pillow careening across the room, aiming at Yoochun’s head. It fell short and landed at Yoochun’s feet, startling Harang who had been laying with Mangdoongi near the coffee table.
“Where’s Junsu?” Changmin asked as he sat up, placing both feet firmly on the floor. He remembered pizza, drinking, and something about wanting to eat gingersnaps then he must have passed out on the sofa.
Yoochun shrugged. “He left.”
“What do you mean he left? He was my ride home.” Well this just sucked.
“I can take you home later, but first, we should talk about YooMin,” Yoochun said and Changmin shook his head, thinking he’d heard wrong. Since when did they talk about YooMin?
Changmin stared at him, waiting for him to continue or enlighten him further.
“Here, massage my shoulder and neck while we talk. I must have slept weird on it last night or on the plane earlier.” Yoochun moved to sit next to Changmin.
“Is this why you woke me up? So I can massage your sorry ass?” Changmin gripped Yoochun’s shoulder hard to show his irritation.
“Ahhh, gentle, gentle.” Yoochun winced. “An ass massage does sound good…”
“No,” Changmin said before Yoochun could get any ideas stuck in his head about things that just were not going to happen.
“Ah…oh well, maybe next time?” Yoochun winked and Changmin fought back the urge to gag. His friend’s charms worked wonders on women, but hardly ever won over the males around him. “So listen, Jaejoong and I noticed that the number of YooMin fans are increasing, so we should figure out what’s working and do more of it…but I know you don’t like fanservice, so no worries if you don’t want to do anything.”
He’d noticed the ever-growing YooMin fan base himself and had been in awe of their interest in them as a couple. “Well, it’s not like we did fanservice on purpose to get their attention, it was our natural charisma right? So if that’s the case, then I guess it doesn’t hurt to expand on it a little. But I don’t want to do any of that touchy-feely crap you and Junsu used to do or that Yunho and Jaejoong do. I swear they can’t keep their damn hands off each other. I fully expect them to rip each other’s clothes off on stage someday.”
“Well, we did plan the sexy poses during the Japanese tour and that was a big hit…even before Junsu joined in, but other than that, we’re pretty natural. So good, we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing and…maybe we could hold hands, just to see how the fans respond. What do you think?”
Changmin narrowed his eyes. Holding hands fell into the touchy-feely category that he wasn’t comfortable with, but since Yoochun had done so much for him in recent months, he should at least grant him a little leeway on this. “We could try it…I don’t mind, I guess, since it’s with you.”
“Should we practice?” Yoochun asked.
To be honest, the question startled Changmin. Why would they need to practice such a thing? Wasn’t everyone capable of holding hands? It wasn’t like it was some foreign technique they had to learn. Changmin’s hands slid off of Yoochun’s shoulders, naturally withdrawing from touch as he contemplated his comfort level.
Never one to be denied (he got his way almost as often as Jaejoong did) Yoochun took both of Changmin’s hands in his hands and held them in his lap. Feeling a wave of anxiousness, Changmin met his eyes and tried to pull his hands away.
“Relax,” Yoochun said, holding his hands firmly without squeezing too tight. “See, it’s okay. If we practice now, you won’t flinch or stare at me like I’m a lunatic when we do it in public later.”
Changmin relaxed, trusting Yoochun to help him work through his aversion to touching other people. It wasn’t just guys that Changmin shied away from touching, but girls too. He just wasn’t a touchy person.
“Do you want to see what our YooMin fans got us?” Yoochun asked, releasing one of his hands in order to reach for the small handle bag sitting on the coffee table.
“What’s that?” Changmin asked, reminding himself that holding hands was okay and not something to be squeamish about.
“The gift that girl gave me in the elevator when we were in Beijing. I haven’t opened it yet.”
“How did you get it on the flight without knowing what’s in it?” Changmin was constantly dumbfounded by the lack of thinking his hyungs regularly portrayed in their everyday lives.
Yoochun shrugged. “I doubt it’s a firearm or anything. Worse case scenario is we have melted chocolates. And if it is a firearm, well then…we have the craziest fans ever.”
Changmin pulled his hand away from Yoochun’s, shaking the physical contact off. He had reached his limit of touch for the time being.
Yoochun fumbled with the pretty ribbon that he’d managed to get stuck in a giant knot. Sighing at his band mate’s less than agile fingers, Changmin yanked the bag away from him and tore the ribbon apart with brute force.
“Thanks,” Yoochun said, smiling as he snatched the small handle bag back and peered inside.
“Well?” Changmin questioned impatiently when Yoochun continued to stare but made no move to reach inside. “What is it? A nine millimeter? Matching boxers? Oh god, don’t tell me it’s another Chia Pet. I already have three and they’re all dying.”
Yoochun’s eyes raised to meet his. “See for yourself.” He handed him the bag.
Curiosity was his biggest downfall (and self determined point of strength), so Changmin nearly ripped the bag in half to discover its contents.
Lube. Condoms. A pamphlet about safe gay sex (conveniently in their mother language). The Korean characters spelled out the joys and concerns about anal sex, complete with smiley faces and a cute bubble character reminding them that cleanliness was the key to a healthy and happy sex life.
Changmin flipped the pamphlet over, his eyes scouring the content as he was filled with a bizarre mixture of intrigue, arousal and complete horror. Regardless of how he felt, he made a mental note to pass the pamphlet on to Jaejoong; it would be put to good use, just not by Changmin.
“That pretty girl with the cute Capri pants gave us this? She looked so innocent…” Changmin took a deep breath and tried to tear his eyes off the pamphlet, but it was so informative. Perhaps he could use this after all if he ever decided to try anal sex with a girl. The mechanics would be the same and Miho had offered which meant she’d likely offer again if he gave her a jingle to hook up.
“How do you remember what she was wearing? I can’t even remember what she looks like,” Yoochun said.
Changmin’s eyes skipped off the paper to stare at Yoochun’s face. He was lying. Last night in the hotel room he had said she was pretty and now he couldn’t remember what she looked like? Yoochun stared back at him, unknowing that every facial expression was being dissected, analyzed and sorted through the cogs in Changmin’s mind.
Yoochun broke the gaze and reached for the bottle of lube. “Wow, YooMin fans must think we’re already having sex.”
“The correct way to say that would be, YooMin fans must mistakenly think we are having sex, not they think we are already having sex,” Changmin said, overcome with a strong need to correct Yoochun’s wording since already implied that they on the path to becoming lovers when in fact, they were the straightest guys in the group and therefore would never become lovers.
Yoochun grinned and rolled the bottle of lube between two fingers. “Why did you become a singer? I mean, really? You should be like a…an aeronautics engineer or some tech guy that builds robots or something. Your intelligence is wasted on shiny belts and pre-teen girls who want you to have sex with me. Speaking of which, wanna have a go?”
Changmin opened his mouth, ready to unleash a diatribe about why his intelligence was not wasted but a valuable asset that was so desperately needed to balance out Jaejoong’s necklace fetish, Junsu’s soccer obsession and Yunho’s inability to remember what color his own cell phone was, but then he paused. “Have a go at what?”
Yoochun winked (the one and only thing Jaejoong was truly jealous of Yoochun for, not only could he wink, but he could wink with charisma) and held up the bottle of lube. “You’re not very quick for being Mr. Smarty Pants.”
For a brief moment, Changmin thought Yoochun was seriously offering sex, but then he shook the thought out of his head and laughed at himself for even considering such a thing was possible. “I told you, I don’t want to fight to be on top, so I’m saving you the trouble of having your ass beat.”
“How you are going to beat me up if you won’t fight?” Yoochun twisted the top of the bottle off and dabbed a drop of lube onto his finger. “Smart, slow witted and illogical. What a weird combination of personality traits you have.”
Changmin snatched the bottle out of his hand and put the lid back on. “You’re rather dim-witted yourself, so you’d likely try to top me and then I’d have to defend myself, thus resulting in you getting your ass beat. Do I have to explain everything? Or could you keep up once in awhile?”
Yoochun chuckled and grabbed for the bottle again, but Changmin kept it out of his reach, holding it high above his head.
“Give me the lube Changminnie,” Yoochun said, purring as his hand slunk up Changmin’s arm. Yoochun was a quick little fucker when he wanted to be so Changmin kept his eyes on his eyes, waiting for him to attack.
Yoochun’s hand tickled the inside of his elbow as it moved up to his wrist, their eyes locked in a dead heat. Suddenly, Yoochun moved and Changmin leapt to his feet seconds before Yoochun managed to get to his feet. Having the height advantage, Changmin held the lube even higher as Yoochun jumped for it then he dodged out of the way and ran around the sofa in search of a quick getaway.
“I’m not having sex with you,” Changmin said, waving his arm to the right as Yoochun met him around the sofa and grabbed for it again.
“I asked if you wanted to go, what a dirty little mind you have,” Yoochun said, lunging again.
Changmin huffed. “You asked if I wanted a go, not if I wanted to go.”
“Like you said, I’m dim-witted, I can’t be expected to know the difference,” Yoochun said, laughing as he threw his body weight against Changmin, sending them both to the floor in a full blown wrestle.
Yoochun slithered up his body, nudging thighs and knocking knees as he fought for control. Changmin noticed Yoochun was stronger than he had been in the past when they wrestled, but in all honesty, it had been almost a year, maybe two, since they’d rough housed like this. It felt good to play fight, especially since he hadn’t felt comfortable wrestling with Jaejoong recently. What if Jaejoong got aroused? Or Yunho got jealous? It was irrational to think such things, but such thoughts crept up in his mind anyway.
“Uggh.” Changmin groaned as some unknown part of Yoochun’s body pressed into his gut. It nearly knocked the wind out of him and he wasn’t about to be defeated that easily. Gripping the back of Yoochun’s head to protect it, Changmin rolled to his side, dragging Yoochun with him; he had him on his back, pinned to the floor and totally trapped before his band mate could blink. And he still had the lube. Ha ha! Victory!
“You win,” Yoochun said, panting a little. The purr in his voice was unusual and slightly odd given the position they were in. The way he looked at Changmin was even more suggestive, so suggestive in fact that he swallowed hard and wondered if Yoochun had momentarily forgotten that they were both boys.
But then Yoochun bucked, throwing Changmin off and the fight was on again. The bottle of lube rolled away, disappearing under the sofa as both their dogs came running over to see what the commotion was all about. Mangdoongi yipped a few times at Yoochun’s head while Harang simply watched, his tongue hanging out and his head tilted to the side.
They struggled and maneuvered, arms and legs tangled for dominance, but Changmin managed to keep pinning Yoochun down each time. “You’re a sore loser,” he said, lying half across Yoochun’s back as he held him face down to the floor.
Yoochun rolled, pushing Changmin away at the same time then turned back to him trying to get the upper hand. “Bite me,” Yoochun said in English, pressing his knee into Changmin’s thigh to hold him still.
Changmin yelped as the knee cut in close to his groin and scrambled to get away. He got to his feet right before Yoochun sat up and latched onto his leg like a child. Changmin reached down to pry him off, but instead he whacked his forehead against Yoochun’s forehead, sending them both into a time-out as they winced and clutched at their faces.
“Fuck.” Yoochun bared his teeth in pain, rubbing his forehead gently.
Changmin wasn’t in as much pain as Yoochun appeared to be, so after checking his own head to see if he had a bump, which he did not, he held out his hand to help his friend up. It all turned out to be an elaborate ruse because Yoochun pounced, leaping off the floor and tumbling them both over the back of the sofa, hands and fingers flying in every direction as he started tickling Changmin’s sides.
“Ya ha!” Yoochun’s war cry declared his victory as Changmin squirmed, laughed and tried to get his fingers under his arms to tickle back. Yunho was the most ticklish, but it was a toss up on which of the four next on the list. Junsu and Jaejoong were surprisingly resilient to tickling, though there were times both of them got a case of the giggles when being tickled, so it was a close tie between Yoochun and Changmin. Yoochun usually enjoyed being tickled, or at least he enjoyed the attention he received when being tickled, so his dedication to attacking Changmin was probably just a silent plea for Changmin to tickle him back.
Once Changmin’s fingers found the soft spot under his arm, Yoochun mewled. Actually, it was more like a full blown moan. There was a slight giggle and then another purr.
Harang finally barked as Mangdoongi circled the sofa and jumped onto the cushions near Yoochun’s legs.
“Watch out for her,” Changmin tried to shoo her off the sofa so she wouldn’t get kicked off. While he was distracted something odd happened; Yoochun’s face moved in very close as if leaning in for a kiss. Startled, Changmin averted his attention back to his band mate only to find their faces slowly pulling apart.
He began to question if it had really happened at all or if he had just imagined it. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him tonight.
“Don’t give me your sexy look unless your willing to put out,” Yoochun said, trying to catch his breath. He stopped tickling Changmin and shifted around until he was sitting normally on the sofa.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t hallucinating after all. Or maybe Yoochun was just teasing him.
Changmin slid into the corner of the couch and patted his lap to call Mangdoongi to him. Her collar jingled as she bounced over Yoochun and settled in his lap. He didn’t know what to think much less what to say. Something was different about the way Yoochun was acting and it seemed like he was being flirtatious, but that didn’t make any sense. Two straight guys didn’t equal this sort of awkwardness, unless…
Unless one of them wasn’t straight.
“Relax, I’m just picking on you. You know, to give YooMin an extra spark,” Yoochun said, smiling as he reached out to pet Mangdoongi. The little dog turned her head to look at him.
So many thoughts were barreling through Changmin’s head that it was hard to put them together. “A spark. Yeah, of course,” he said, managing a small, but totally fake grin. It did make sense once he put it that way, but it still felt a little too real-like Yoochun was flirting with him.
Harang started whimpering and wagging his tail, looking for a place to jump up onto the sofa. He likely wanted to snuggle back up to Mangdoongi so Changmin put her on the floor and Harang immediately stopped whining and followed her into the kitchen.
“Your dog is psycho crushing on my dog,” Changmin said, feeling more and more relieved as the weird vibe between them started to dissipate.
“He’s exactly like me. When he knows what he wants, he goes for it. Doongi will give in eventually, she already likes it that he follows her around. She eats up the attention. I say we send out the wedding invites now.” Yoochun patted Changmin’s knee.
“They’re dogs, they can’t fall in love,” Changmin said.
Yoochun gave him a funny look. “Sure they can.”
They both looked over to see Harang sniffing around Mangdoongi’s perky little tail. “Great, and your dog is a total perv. He’s practically mauling her.” Changmin was whining for dramatic effect, something he didn’t do much anymore since he’d gotten older and tried to act more mature, but he was still the group baby and damnit, he’d act like it once in awhile if he wanted to, plus, Yoochun tended to give into him when he whined.
“Your precious Doongi seems to like it, so now who is the perv?” Yoochun smirked as Changmin’s little dog stood eerily still and let Harang sniff at her. “At least she doesn’t watch three hours of porn everyday.”
Changmin felt his cheeks heat up. He didn’t watch that much porn…anymore. Okay, so he used to when he first discovered it, but that was eons ago and he had saturated his mind with every position, every twosome, threesome, foursome and orgy he could get his hands on. He was a seasoned porn viewer, yes, but hardly a pervert.
“I’m a healthy male.” That was all he said to defend himself.
Yoochun snorted. “God, how many times a day do you jerk off? How can you stand that much porn without overloading?”
The conversation was awkward, yet an interesting opportunity for Changmin to tease Yoochun if he could find the right comeback. “Once a day is healthy.” Okay, so that wasn’t exactly a good comeback.
“Everyday?”
Changmin pursed his lips and considered lying, taking back what he’d originally said to save embarrassment. “And you don’t?”
Yoochun’s normal expression shifted and that blasted sexual smirk was back on his face. What was with him tonight?
“Oh, I do-” his tongue looked extra pink as it snuck out of his lips, swiping along his bottom lip, wetting it suggestively “-everyday.”
“Okay, are you drunk?” Changmin had to ask, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Yoochun was acting like he was in heat or something and it was creeping him out. It was totally fascinating him as well, but he was in no mood to admit that at the moment. “Because you’re acting weird.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened in shock. “Huh? No. I mean, I had a few drinks, but then I fell asleep for half an hour and now I’m fine. Maybe you’re drunk.”
Changmin stared him down. “I’m not drunk.”
“Good, then neither of us are drunk.” Yoochun stretched his arms over his head, his shirt lifting a little to reveal his pale abdomen. “Glad we got that mystery solved.”
Changmin noticed the exposed skin and stared, curious how he barely worked out yet still seemed to be in shape. It wasn’t like Yoochun put his heart in soul into dancing like Junsu or Yunho; he did what he needed to get by and thrust his hips around to appear like he was enthusiastic. Changmin had wondered a few times, why had Yoochun become a singer? It didn’t seem like his thing. The fact that Yoochun was the most complex individual in the group made the youngest want to figure him out and look up to him.
“You need to get laid,” Changmin said, voicing his newly arrived at opinion. That must be what was wrong with Yoochun, he must be sexually frustrated because he hasn’t had a girlfriend in such a long time.
Yoochun sighed and rubbed his eyebrow. “Everyone needs to get laid, well, maybe expect for Yunho and Jaejoong. They are freaking bunnies. I swear I have no idea how they find the time to do it as often as they do. Did you know that they can have sex without either one of them taking their pants off?”
“Um…I know how one of them can manage without taking his pants off, but how does Jae…?” Changmin truly couldn’t imagine it. Where did Jaejoong’s legs go?
“Standing up from behind. They both drop their pants to their knees and go at it. I saw them once. I was traumatized.” Yoochun chuckled, pretending to be horrified, but he was obviously amused by walking in on YunJae sex.
“Shit, when was that? I can’t believe you saw them.” Changmin perked up, he loved inner group gossip even though he knew he shouldn’t. “Stop holding out all the good stuff on me.”
Yoochun turned toward him, eagerness plastered all over his face. “When we were on Music Fair with Perfume, Yunho was a little jealous that Jaejoong was flirting with that girl, so I guess he couldn’t wait and I walked in on them right after we got home. I didn’t even have my jacket off and they were already joined at the hip, literally, in my bedroom.”
It was a well known fact that Yoochun and Jaejoong shared a room in Japan and that was true. All of Yoochun’s personal belongings resided in the shared bedroom with Jaejoong except for one thing, Yoochun himself. They kept up appearances since stylists and other random people occasionally entered their apartment, but every night, Yunho would politely ask if he could sleep in Yoochun’s bed and Yoochun would say yes. It wasn’t like Yunho had ever actually slept in his bed, he was always crammed into the tiny single with Jaejoong anyway.
If the manager was annoyed with the group or trying to make a point, Yunho was forced to remain in his room with Changmin. Junsu had dragged his futon into his manager’s bedroom months before, probably wanting to avoid the freezing cold that wafted into the room when Yoochun arrived and propped open the window. Funny thing is, Yoochun always offered to share body heat with Junsu, making a joke as he patted the small space next to him in Yunho’s bed. It was a running joke amongst YooSuMin, too bad Junsu moved into a different room.
“They are nymphomaniacs.” Changmin said, still in awe that Yoochun had seen them. It was no big secret that he had wanted to catch a glimpse of them at least once. It wasn’t gay, just one of those things that only a few people in the world would get the chance to see and damnit, he wanted to be one of those people. There was something about them as a couple that even fascinated him. He even kept up on the news at the YunJae forums, logging in under false names and his female cousin’s ID number.
“So they have sex everyday and they are nymphos, but you whack off everyday and are a healthy male? Tsk, tsk. Such a hypocritical, double standard for such a smart, handsome boy like yourself.”
Changmin swatted at his arm, half-growling, half-laughing when Yoochun dodged the blow and swatted back.
“They are just horny freaks.” Even the fans could tell Yunho and Jaejoong were hot for each other. If only they could see them make moonie eyes at each other at home, girls everywhere would go into catatonic shock.
“Who do you think is the horniest? Yunho, Jaejoong or Junsu?” Yoochun asked as he thrust out his hand, trying to tickle him again. Changmin slightly jumped and used his arms to block the tickling attempts.
“Junsu? Do you think he even thinks about sex? He’s sort of asexual.” Their hands brushed against each other as they fought playfully, poking and prodding in hopes of catching an opening for another tickle fight.
“But that’s what makes him a good candidate. It’s always the quiet ones that surprise you. Look at you, you were all cute and innocent and the fans thought you sat around thinking about angels and kittens while in reality you were hunting down an original copy of Debbie Does Dallas so you could see all the classics.” Yoochun almost got his hand in between Changmin’s arm and waist, but was thwarted at the last second and had to withdraw.
“Point taken. It was well worth the $20 shipping on eBay, by the way. I still have it…somewhere. Regardless, I don’t think Junsu is the horniest. I am tempted to say Yunho. Who do you think?” He grabbed Yoochun’s fingers and bent them back enough to get him to retract, but not enough to hurt.
The next time the fingers went for his knees, trying to sneak under Changmin’s leg. “Yeah, I think Yunho too. He has that vibe, like a dog in heat whereas I think Jaejoong can cool his own jets when he needs too…but then again, he has told me how hard it is not to touch Yunho all the time so…”
The front door opened and they both looked over to see Ricky coming in, whispering to someone behind him that they couldn’t see.
“Oh, you’re home now. Good.” Ricky entered, a shy, wide eyed boy following him inside. “This is my friend, Chinho,” he said, introducing him as he dumped his keys onto a side table.
“Hi, I’m Yoochun and this is Changmin,” Yoochun said, getting up to properly greet their guest.
The boy looked young, even younger than Ricky, and he was a little smaller than Junsu but had a face similar to Jaejoong’s before he had debuted. “Hi, um, it’s nice to meet you, um...” He bowed slightly to Yoochun, in obvious awe of him. Changmin stood just as the guy bowed to him. “And you, nice to meet you too…wow, you really are tall,” he said, staring up at Changmin.
“Hi,” Changmin said with a little wave. The kid seemed star struck.
“We’re going to play Wii in my room,” Ricky said, putting his hand on the back of his friend’s shoulder to guide him down the hall.
“Alright, just don’t touch my beer Ricky, I mean it. Nice meeting you too Chinho, please, make yourself at home,” Yoochun said, smiling politely.
“Thank you,” Chinho said as he was led away from them.
Yoochun turned back to Changmin and licked his lips. “I’m thirsty, want another beer?”
“Is that okay?” Changmin asked, a little alarmed that some random person was in Yoochun’s home.
“Huh? You mean that kid? Yeah, it’s cool. He’s Ricky’s best friend. I’ve heard a lot about him, just haven’t met him yet…you know, because we’re never here. Ricky’s known him for about a year, so I trust him.” Yoochun went to the fridge and opened it.
“I’m done drinking,” Changmin said, fishing his vibrating cell phone out of his pants pocket. “Junsu texted me. He said he’s coming back to get me in a little bit. Weird.”
Yoochun’s face lit up. “Really now…that’s interesting.” He opened his drink and took a few swallows. “Want to challenge Ricky and his friend to a Wii game?”
Changmin nodded. It was rare that they got to socially interact with people outside of the group or SM, so this would be a nice change. Plus, he had wanted to get to know Ricky better considering how close he and Yoochun were.
He stopped off at the bathroom attached to Yoochun’s bedroom, relieving the alcohol he’d consumed before falling asleep, saying he’d meet him in Ricky’s room in a minute. He washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. While he smoothed his hair down he started thinking about Yunho and Jaejoong and it suddenly struck him that he and Yoochun constantly talked about the lovey-dovey couple.
He guessed it was natural, YunJae was in their face 24/7, so of course they’d observe them, wonder about their relationship and want what they had…Changmin swallowed hard. He had to admit, he wanted the type of love Yunho and Jaejoong shared, not with a guy, but with a girl. He wanted to be loved, wanted for who he was inside, not because he was a member of the biggest boy group in Asia.
Yunho and Jaejoong had that comfort, knowing that they were loved and wanted for their real selves, not because they could dance and sing and photograph well. Changmin thought he’d had that with her, the first girl he’d opened himself up to since debut…hell, since ever. He’d trusted her and she had betrayed him.
Clenching his jaw, Changmin took a deep breath, looked at himself in the mirror again and reminded himself that everything was fine. Someone will love me for who I am, he said firmly in his head.
Feeling more confident, he squared his shoulders and smiled at himself. He felt better and that’s what mattered most. But his hair was still sticking up a little from laying on it so he opened one of Yoochun’s drawers in search of a comb and fumbled through the random hotel shampoo samples and half-squeezed trial size toothpaste tubes and found something entirely unexpected-a bottle of lube.
But it wasn’t just any bottle of lube, it was identical to the one from the fan’s gift bag they had just opened.
Shutting the drawer, Changmin furrowed his eyebrows and started to piece together different things that had happened recently in his mind. Something was up with Yoochun and he’d been blind to it; he hadn’t had a girlfriend in a long time, he was sexually frustrated and his mojo had disappeared…yeah, there was definitely something going on and Changmin would figure it out and help him, it was the least he could do. Yoochun had been there for him and now, he could be there for him.
That’s what friends were for.
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“I’m bored,” Yoochun said, sitting idly in the chair across from the sofa Changmin was sprawled out on.
With a tight flick of his wrist, Changmin sent the pillow careening across the room, aiming at Yoochun’s head. It fell short and landed at Yoochun’s feet, startling Harang who had been laying with Mangdoongi near the coffee table.
“Where’s Junsu?” Changmin asked as he sat up, placing both feet firmly on the floor. He remembered pizza, drinking, and something about wanting to eat gingersnaps then he must have passed out on the sofa.
Yoochun shrugged. “He left.”
“What do you mean he left? He was my ride home.” Well this just sucked.
“I can take you home later, but first, we should talk about YooMin,” Yoochun said and Changmin shook his head, thinking he’d heard wrong. Since when did they talk about YooMin?
Changmin stared at him, waiting for him to continue or enlighten him further.
“Here, massage my shoulder and neck while we talk. I must have slept weird on it last night or on the plane earlier.” Yoochun moved to sit next to Changmin.
“Is this why you woke me up? So I can massage your sorry ass?” Changmin gripped Yoochun’s shoulder hard to show his irritation.
“Ahhh, gentle, gentle.” Yoochun winced. “An ass massage does sound good…”
“No,” Changmin said before Yoochun could get any ideas stuck in his head about things that just were not going to happen.
“Ah…oh well, maybe next time?” Yoochun winked and Changmin fought back the urge to gag. His friend’s charms worked wonders on women, but hardly ever won over the males around him. “So listen, Jaejoong and I noticed that the number of YooMin fans are increasing, so we should figure out what’s working and do more of it…but I know you don’t like fanservice, so no worries if you don’t want to do anything.”
He’d noticed the ever-growing YooMin fan base himself and had been in awe of their interest in them as a couple. “Well, it’s not like we did fanservice on purpose to get their attention, it was our natural charisma right? So if that’s the case, then I guess it doesn’t hurt to expand on it a little. But I don’t want to do any of that touchy-feely crap you and Junsu used to do or that Yunho and Jaejoong do. I swear they can’t keep their damn hands off each other. I fully expect them to rip each other’s clothes off on stage someday.”
“Well, we did plan the sexy poses during the Japanese tour and that was a big hit…even before Junsu joined in, but other than that, we’re pretty natural. So good, we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing and…maybe we could hold hands, just to see how the fans respond. What do you think?”
Changmin narrowed his eyes. Holding hands fell into the touchy-feely category that he wasn’t comfortable with, but since Yoochun had done so much for him in recent months, he should at least grant him a little leeway on this. “We could try it…I don’t mind, I guess, since it’s with you.”
“Should we practice?” Yoochun asked.
To be honest, the question startled Changmin. Why would they need to practice such a thing? Wasn’t everyone capable of holding hands? It wasn’t like it was some foreign technique they had to learn. Changmin’s hands slid off of Yoochun’s shoulders, naturally withdrawing from touch as he contemplated his comfort level.
Never one to be denied (he got his way almost as often as Jaejoong did) Yoochun took both of Changmin’s hands in his hands and held them in his lap. Feeling a wave of anxiousness, Changmin met his eyes and tried to pull his hands away.
“Relax,” Yoochun said, holding his hands firmly without squeezing too tight. “See, it’s okay. If we practice now, you won’t flinch or stare at me like I’m a lunatic when we do it in public later.”
Changmin relaxed, trusting Yoochun to help him work through his aversion to touching other people. It wasn’t just guys that Changmin shied away from touching, but girls too. He just wasn’t a touchy person.
“Do you want to see what our YooMin fans got us?” Yoochun asked, releasing one of his hands in order to reach for the small handle bag sitting on the coffee table.
“What’s that?” Changmin asked, reminding himself that holding hands was okay and not something to be squeamish about.
“The gift that girl gave me in the elevator when we were in Beijing. I haven’t opened it yet.”
“How did you get it on the flight without knowing what’s in it?” Changmin was constantly dumbfounded by the lack of thinking his hyungs regularly portrayed in their everyday lives.
Yoochun shrugged. “I doubt it’s a firearm or anything. Worse case scenario is we have melted chocolates. And if it is a firearm, well then…we have the craziest fans ever.”
Changmin pulled his hand away from Yoochun’s, shaking the physical contact off. He had reached his limit of touch for the time being.
Yoochun fumbled with the pretty ribbon that he’d managed to get stuck in a giant knot. Sighing at his band mate’s less than agile fingers, Changmin yanked the bag away from him and tore the ribbon apart with brute force.
“Thanks,” Yoochun said, smiling as he snatched the small handle bag back and peered inside.
“Well?” Changmin questioned impatiently when Yoochun continued to stare but made no move to reach inside. “What is it? A nine millimeter? Matching boxers? Oh god, don’t tell me it’s another Chia Pet. I already have three and they’re all dying.”
Yoochun’s eyes raised to meet his. “See for yourself.” He handed him the bag.
Curiosity was his biggest downfall (and self determined point of strength), so Changmin nearly ripped the bag in half to discover its contents.
Lube. Condoms. A pamphlet about safe gay sex (conveniently in their mother language). The Korean characters spelled out the joys and concerns about anal sex, complete with smiley faces and a cute bubble character reminding them that cleanliness was the key to a healthy and happy sex life.
Changmin flipped the pamphlet over, his eyes scouring the content as he was filled with a bizarre mixture of intrigue, arousal and complete horror. Regardless of how he felt, he made a mental note to pass the pamphlet on to Jaejoong; it would be put to good use, just not by Changmin.
“That pretty girl with the cute Capri pants gave us this? She looked so innocent…” Changmin took a deep breath and tried to tear his eyes off the pamphlet, but it was so informative. Perhaps he could use this after all if he ever decided to try anal sex with a girl. The mechanics would be the same and Miho had offered which meant she’d likely offer again if he gave her a jingle to hook up.
“How do you remember what she was wearing? I can’t even remember what she looks like,” Yoochun said.
Changmin’s eyes skipped off the paper to stare at Yoochun’s face. He was lying. Last night in the hotel room he had said she was pretty and now he couldn’t remember what she looked like? Yoochun stared back at him, unknowing that every facial expression was being dissected, analyzed and sorted through the cogs in Changmin’s mind.
Yoochun broke the gaze and reached for the bottle of lube. “Wow, YooMin fans must think we’re already having sex.”
“The correct way to say that would be, YooMin fans must mistakenly think we are having sex, not they think we are already having sex,” Changmin said, overcome with a strong need to correct Yoochun’s wording since already implied that they on the path to becoming lovers when in fact, they were the straightest guys in the group and therefore would never become lovers.
Yoochun grinned and rolled the bottle of lube between two fingers. “Why did you become a singer? I mean, really? You should be like a…an aeronautics engineer or some tech guy that builds robots or something. Your intelligence is wasted on shiny belts and pre-teen girls who want you to have sex with me. Speaking of which, wanna have a go?”
Changmin opened his mouth, ready to unleash a diatribe about why his intelligence was not wasted but a valuable asset that was so desperately needed to balance out Jaejoong’s necklace fetish, Junsu’s soccer obsession and Yunho’s inability to remember what color his own cell phone was, but then he paused. “Have a go at what?”
Yoochun winked (the one and only thing Jaejoong was truly jealous of Yoochun for, not only could he wink, but he could wink with charisma) and held up the bottle of lube. “You’re not very quick for being Mr. Smarty Pants.”
For a brief moment, Changmin thought Yoochun was seriously offering sex, but then he shook the thought out of his head and laughed at himself for even considering such a thing was possible. “I told you, I don’t want to fight to be on top, so I’m saving you the trouble of having your ass beat.”
“How you are going to beat me up if you won’t fight?” Yoochun twisted the top of the bottle off and dabbed a drop of lube onto his finger. “Smart, slow witted and illogical. What a weird combination of personality traits you have.”
Changmin snatched the bottle out of his hand and put the lid back on. “You’re rather dim-witted yourself, so you’d likely try to top me and then I’d have to defend myself, thus resulting in you getting your ass beat. Do I have to explain everything? Or could you keep up once in awhile?”
Yoochun chuckled and grabbed for the bottle again, but Changmin kept it out of his reach, holding it high above his head.
“Give me the lube Changminnie,” Yoochun said, purring as his hand slunk up Changmin’s arm. Yoochun was a quick little fucker when he wanted to be so Changmin kept his eyes on his eyes, waiting for him to attack.
Yoochun’s hand tickled the inside of his elbow as it moved up to his wrist, their eyes locked in a dead heat. Suddenly, Yoochun moved and Changmin leapt to his feet seconds before Yoochun managed to get to his feet. Having the height advantage, Changmin held the lube even higher as Yoochun jumped for it then he dodged out of the way and ran around the sofa in search of a quick getaway.
“I’m not having sex with you,” Changmin said, waving his arm to the right as Yoochun met him around the sofa and grabbed for it again.
“I asked if you wanted to go, what a dirty little mind you have,” Yoochun said, lunging again.
Changmin huffed. “You asked if I wanted a go, not if I wanted to go.”
“Like you said, I’m dim-witted, I can’t be expected to know the difference,” Yoochun said, laughing as he threw his body weight against Changmin, sending them both to the floor in a full blown wrestle.
Yoochun slithered up his body, nudging thighs and knocking knees as he fought for control. Changmin noticed Yoochun was stronger than he had been in the past when they wrestled, but in all honesty, it had been almost a year, maybe two, since they’d rough housed like this. It felt good to play fight, especially since he hadn’t felt comfortable wrestling with Jaejoong recently. What if Jaejoong got aroused? Or Yunho got jealous? It was irrational to think such things, but such thoughts crept up in his mind anyway.
“Uggh.” Changmin groaned as some unknown part of Yoochun’s body pressed into his gut. It nearly knocked the wind out of him and he wasn’t about to be defeated that easily. Gripping the back of Yoochun’s head to protect it, Changmin rolled to his side, dragging Yoochun with him; he had him on his back, pinned to the floor and totally trapped before his band mate could blink. And he still had the lube. Ha ha! Victory!
“You win,” Yoochun said, panting a little. The purr in his voice was unusual and slightly odd given the position they were in. The way he looked at Changmin was even more suggestive, so suggestive in fact that he swallowed hard and wondered if Yoochun had momentarily forgotten that they were both boys.
But then Yoochun bucked, throwing Changmin off and the fight was on again. The bottle of lube rolled away, disappearing under the sofa as both their dogs came running over to see what the commotion was all about. Mangdoongi yipped a few times at Yoochun’s head while Harang simply watched, his tongue hanging out and his head tilted to the side.
They struggled and maneuvered, arms and legs tangled for dominance, but Changmin managed to keep pinning Yoochun down each time. “You’re a sore loser,” he said, lying half across Yoochun’s back as he held him face down to the floor.
Yoochun rolled, pushing Changmin away at the same time then turned back to him trying to get the upper hand. “Bite me,” Yoochun said in English, pressing his knee into Changmin’s thigh to hold him still.
Changmin yelped as the knee cut in close to his groin and scrambled to get away. He got to his feet right before Yoochun sat up and latched onto his leg like a child. Changmin reached down to pry him off, but instead he whacked his forehead against Yoochun’s forehead, sending them both into a time-out as they winced and clutched at their faces.
“Fuck.” Yoochun bared his teeth in pain, rubbing his forehead gently.
Changmin wasn’t in as much pain as Yoochun appeared to be, so after checking his own head to see if he had a bump, which he did not, he held out his hand to help his friend up. It all turned out to be an elaborate ruse because Yoochun pounced, leaping off the floor and tumbling them both over the back of the sofa, hands and fingers flying in every direction as he started tickling Changmin’s sides.
“Ya ha!” Yoochun’s war cry declared his victory as Changmin squirmed, laughed and tried to get his fingers under his arms to tickle back. Yunho was the most ticklish, but it was a toss up on which of the four next on the list. Junsu and Jaejoong were surprisingly resilient to tickling, though there were times both of them got a case of the giggles when being tickled, so it was a close tie between Yoochun and Changmin. Yoochun usually enjoyed being tickled, or at least he enjoyed the attention he received when being tickled, so his dedication to attacking Changmin was probably just a silent plea for Changmin to tickle him back.
Once Changmin’s fingers found the soft spot under his arm, Yoochun mewled. Actually, it was more like a full blown moan. There was a slight giggle and then another purr.
Harang finally barked as Mangdoongi circled the sofa and jumped onto the cushions near Yoochun’s legs.
“Watch out for her,” Changmin tried to shoo her off the sofa so she wouldn’t get kicked off. While he was distracted something odd happened; Yoochun’s face moved in very close as if leaning in for a kiss. Startled, Changmin averted his attention back to his band mate only to find their faces slowly pulling apart.
He began to question if it had really happened at all or if he had just imagined it. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him tonight.
“Don’t give me your sexy look unless your willing to put out,” Yoochun said, trying to catch his breath. He stopped tickling Changmin and shifted around until he was sitting normally on the sofa.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t hallucinating after all. Or maybe Yoochun was just teasing him.
Changmin slid into the corner of the couch and patted his lap to call Mangdoongi to him. Her collar jingled as she bounced over Yoochun and settled in his lap. He didn’t know what to think much less what to say. Something was different about the way Yoochun was acting and it seemed like he was being flirtatious, but that didn’t make any sense. Two straight guys didn’t equal this sort of awkwardness, unless…
Unless one of them wasn’t straight.
“Relax, I’m just picking on you. You know, to give YooMin an extra spark,” Yoochun said, smiling as he reached out to pet Mangdoongi. The little dog turned her head to look at him.
So many thoughts were barreling through Changmin’s head that it was hard to put them together. “A spark. Yeah, of course,” he said, managing a small, but totally fake grin. It did make sense once he put it that way, but it still felt a little too real-like Yoochun was flirting with him.
Harang started whimpering and wagging his tail, looking for a place to jump up onto the sofa. He likely wanted to snuggle back up to Mangdoongi so Changmin put her on the floor and Harang immediately stopped whining and followed her into the kitchen.
“Your dog is psycho crushing on my dog,” Changmin said, feeling more and more relieved as the weird vibe between them started to dissipate.
“He’s exactly like me. When he knows what he wants, he goes for it. Doongi will give in eventually, she already likes it that he follows her around. She eats up the attention. I say we send out the wedding invites now.” Yoochun patted Changmin’s knee.
“They’re dogs, they can’t fall in love,” Changmin said.
Yoochun gave him a funny look. “Sure they can.”
They both looked over to see Harang sniffing around Mangdoongi’s perky little tail. “Great, and your dog is a total perv. He’s practically mauling her.” Changmin was whining for dramatic effect, something he didn’t do much anymore since he’d gotten older and tried to act more mature, but he was still the group baby and damnit, he’d act like it once in awhile if he wanted to, plus, Yoochun tended to give into him when he whined.
“Your precious Doongi seems to like it, so now who is the perv?” Yoochun smirked as Changmin’s little dog stood eerily still and let Harang sniff at her. “At least she doesn’t watch three hours of porn everyday.”
Changmin felt his cheeks heat up. He didn’t watch that much porn…anymore. Okay, so he used to when he first discovered it, but that was eons ago and he had saturated his mind with every position, every twosome, threesome, foursome and orgy he could get his hands on. He was a seasoned porn viewer, yes, but hardly a pervert.
“I’m a healthy male.” That was all he said to defend himself.
Yoochun snorted. “God, how many times a day do you jerk off? How can you stand that much porn without overloading?”
The conversation was awkward, yet an interesting opportunity for Changmin to tease Yoochun if he could find the right comeback. “Once a day is healthy.” Okay, so that wasn’t exactly a good comeback.
“Everyday?”
Changmin pursed his lips and considered lying, taking back what he’d originally said to save embarrassment. “And you don’t?”
Yoochun’s normal expression shifted and that blasted sexual smirk was back on his face. What was with him tonight?
“Oh, I do-” his tongue looked extra pink as it snuck out of his lips, swiping along his bottom lip, wetting it suggestively “-everyday.”
“Okay, are you drunk?” Changmin had to ask, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Yoochun was acting like he was in heat or something and it was creeping him out. It was totally fascinating him as well, but he was in no mood to admit that at the moment. “Because you’re acting weird.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened in shock. “Huh? No. I mean, I had a few drinks, but then I fell asleep for half an hour and now I’m fine. Maybe you’re drunk.”
Changmin stared him down. “I’m not drunk.”
“Good, then neither of us are drunk.” Yoochun stretched his arms over his head, his shirt lifting a little to reveal his pale abdomen. “Glad we got that mystery solved.”
Changmin noticed the exposed skin and stared, curious how he barely worked out yet still seemed to be in shape. It wasn’t like Yoochun put his heart in soul into dancing like Junsu or Yunho; he did what he needed to get by and thrust his hips around to appear like he was enthusiastic. Changmin had wondered a few times, why had Yoochun become a singer? It didn’t seem like his thing. The fact that Yoochun was the most complex individual in the group made the youngest want to figure him out and look up to him.
“You need to get laid,” Changmin said, voicing his newly arrived at opinion. That must be what was wrong with Yoochun, he must be sexually frustrated because he hasn’t had a girlfriend in such a long time.
Yoochun sighed and rubbed his eyebrow. “Everyone needs to get laid, well, maybe expect for Yunho and Jaejoong. They are freaking bunnies. I swear I have no idea how they find the time to do it as often as they do. Did you know that they can have sex without either one of them taking their pants off?”
“Um…I know how one of them can manage without taking his pants off, but how does Jae…?” Changmin truly couldn’t imagine it. Where did Jaejoong’s legs go?
“Standing up from behind. They both drop their pants to their knees and go at it. I saw them once. I was traumatized.” Yoochun chuckled, pretending to be horrified, but he was obviously amused by walking in on YunJae sex.
“Shit, when was that? I can’t believe you saw them.” Changmin perked up, he loved inner group gossip even though he knew he shouldn’t. “Stop holding out all the good stuff on me.”
Yoochun turned toward him, eagerness plastered all over his face. “When we were on Music Fair with Perfume, Yunho was a little jealous that Jaejoong was flirting with that girl, so I guess he couldn’t wait and I walked in on them right after we got home. I didn’t even have my jacket off and they were already joined at the hip, literally, in my bedroom.”
It was a well known fact that Yoochun and Jaejoong shared a room in Japan and that was true. All of Yoochun’s personal belongings resided in the shared bedroom with Jaejoong except for one thing, Yoochun himself. They kept up appearances since stylists and other random people occasionally entered their apartment, but every night, Yunho would politely ask if he could sleep in Yoochun’s bed and Yoochun would say yes. It wasn’t like Yunho had ever actually slept in his bed, he was always crammed into the tiny single with Jaejoong anyway.
If the manager was annoyed with the group or trying to make a point, Yunho was forced to remain in his room with Changmin. Junsu had dragged his futon into his manager’s bedroom months before, probably wanting to avoid the freezing cold that wafted into the room when Yoochun arrived and propped open the window. Funny thing is, Yoochun always offered to share body heat with Junsu, making a joke as he patted the small space next to him in Yunho’s bed. It was a running joke amongst YooSuMin, too bad Junsu moved into a different room.
“They are nymphomaniacs.” Changmin said, still in awe that Yoochun had seen them. It was no big secret that he had wanted to catch a glimpse of them at least once. It wasn’t gay, just one of those things that only a few people in the world would get the chance to see and damnit, he wanted to be one of those people. There was something about them as a couple that even fascinated him. He even kept up on the news at the YunJae forums, logging in under false names and his female cousin’s ID number.
“So they have sex everyday and they are nymphos, but you whack off everyday and are a healthy male? Tsk, tsk. Such a hypocritical, double standard for such a smart, handsome boy like yourself.”
Changmin swatted at his arm, half-growling, half-laughing when Yoochun dodged the blow and swatted back.
“They are just horny freaks.” Even the fans could tell Yunho and Jaejoong were hot for each other. If only they could see them make moonie eyes at each other at home, girls everywhere would go into catatonic shock.
“Who do you think is the horniest? Yunho, Jaejoong or Junsu?” Yoochun asked as he thrust out his hand, trying to tickle him again. Changmin slightly jumped and used his arms to block the tickling attempts.
“Junsu? Do you think he even thinks about sex? He’s sort of asexual.” Their hands brushed against each other as they fought playfully, poking and prodding in hopes of catching an opening for another tickle fight.
“But that’s what makes him a good candidate. It’s always the quiet ones that surprise you. Look at you, you were all cute and innocent and the fans thought you sat around thinking about angels and kittens while in reality you were hunting down an original copy of Debbie Does Dallas so you could see all the classics.” Yoochun almost got his hand in between Changmin’s arm and waist, but was thwarted at the last second and had to withdraw.
“Point taken. It was well worth the $20 shipping on eBay, by the way. I still have it…somewhere. Regardless, I don’t think Junsu is the horniest. I am tempted to say Yunho. Who do you think?” He grabbed Yoochun’s fingers and bent them back enough to get him to retract, but not enough to hurt.
The next time the fingers went for his knees, trying to sneak under Changmin’s leg. “Yeah, I think Yunho too. He has that vibe, like a dog in heat whereas I think Jaejoong can cool his own jets when he needs too…but then again, he has told me how hard it is not to touch Yunho all the time so…”
The front door opened and they both looked over to see Ricky coming in, whispering to someone behind him that they couldn’t see.
“Oh, you’re home now. Good.” Ricky entered, a shy, wide eyed boy following him inside. “This is my friend, Chinho,” he said, introducing him as he dumped his keys onto a side table.
“Hi, I’m Yoochun and this is Changmin,” Yoochun said, getting up to properly greet their guest.
The boy looked young, even younger than Ricky, and he was a little smaller than Junsu but had a face similar to Jaejoong’s before he had debuted. “Hi, um, it’s nice to meet you, um...” He bowed slightly to Yoochun, in obvious awe of him. Changmin stood just as the guy bowed to him. “And you, nice to meet you too…wow, you really are tall,” he said, staring up at Changmin.
“Hi,” Changmin said with a little wave. The kid seemed star struck.
“We’re going to play Wii in my room,” Ricky said, putting his hand on the back of his friend’s shoulder to guide him down the hall.
“Alright, just don’t touch my beer Ricky, I mean it. Nice meeting you too Chinho, please, make yourself at home,” Yoochun said, smiling politely.
“Thank you,” Chinho said as he was led away from them.
Yoochun turned back to Changmin and licked his lips. “I’m thirsty, want another beer?”
“Is that okay?” Changmin asked, a little alarmed that some random person was in Yoochun’s home.
“Huh? You mean that kid? Yeah, it’s cool. He’s Ricky’s best friend. I’ve heard a lot about him, just haven’t met him yet…you know, because we’re never here. Ricky’s known him for about a year, so I trust him.” Yoochun went to the fridge and opened it.
“I’m done drinking,” Changmin said, fishing his vibrating cell phone out of his pants pocket. “Junsu texted me. He said he’s coming back to get me in a little bit. Weird.”
Yoochun’s face lit up. “Really now…that’s interesting.” He opened his drink and took a few swallows. “Want to challenge Ricky and his friend to a Wii game?”
Changmin nodded. It was rare that they got to socially interact with people outside of the group or SM, so this would be a nice change. Plus, he had wanted to get to know Ricky better considering how close he and Yoochun were.
He stopped off at the bathroom attached to Yoochun’s bedroom, relieving the alcohol he’d consumed before falling asleep, saying he’d meet him in Ricky’s room in a minute. He washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. While he smoothed his hair down he started thinking about Yunho and Jaejoong and it suddenly struck him that he and Yoochun constantly talked about the lovey-dovey couple.
He guessed it was natural, YunJae was in their face 24/7, so of course they’d observe them, wonder about their relationship and want what they had…Changmin swallowed hard. He had to admit, he wanted the type of love Yunho and Jaejoong shared, not with a guy, but with a girl. He wanted to be loved, wanted for who he was inside, not because he was a member of the biggest boy group in Asia.
Yunho and Jaejoong had that comfort, knowing that they were loved and wanted for their real selves, not because they could dance and sing and photograph well. Changmin thought he’d had that with her, the first girl he’d opened himself up to since debut…hell, since ever. He’d trusted her and she had betrayed him.
Clenching his jaw, Changmin took a deep breath, looked at himself in the mirror again and reminded himself that everything was fine. Someone will love me for who I am, he said firmly in his head.
Feeling more confident, he squared his shoulders and smiled at himself. He felt better and that’s what mattered most. But his hair was still sticking up a little from laying on it so he opened one of Yoochun’s drawers in search of a comb and fumbled through the random hotel shampoo samples and half-squeezed trial size toothpaste tubes and found something entirely unexpected-a bottle of lube.
But it wasn’t just any bottle of lube, it was identical to the one from the fan’s gift bag they had just opened.
Shutting the drawer, Changmin furrowed his eyebrows and started to piece together different things that had happened recently in his mind. Something was up with Yoochun and he’d been blind to it; he hadn’t had a girlfriend in a long time, he was sexually frustrated and his mojo had disappeared…yeah, there was definitely something going on and Changmin would figure it out and help him, it was the least he could do. Yoochun had been there for him and now, he could be there for him.
That’s what friends were for.
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