Nip
Title: Nip
Genre: Fluff.
Pairing: ChangKi.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: ChangMin coped with his loneliness.
A/N: This pairing is sort of dead but I missed them so here is one that I have it cross-post at kimin-doki
When the phone rang in the middle of the night, KiBum didn't have to wonder for a moment who was on the other side of the line. And when he brought the receiver to his ear, he didn't have to ask ChangMin what he needed. The slur in his friend's voice was enough to tell him that his chauffeur services were needed yet again. The phone hung up before he could get a location but he had a fairly good idea where ChangMin had spent his Saturday night.
He rolled out of bed and stumbled into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. A brief glance at the clock told him it was one in the morning. Apparently ChangMin had toppled himself off earlier than normal. With a sigh, he grabbed his car keys and headed out of his apartment. Thankfully spring was in the air and it was bordering on pleasant outdoors. Still, he would much rather be sleeping instead of driving around in the middle of the night.
There was a small joint two streets over from ChangMin's building. It was close enough where ChangMin could walk from his apartment to the bar and get completely drunk. That was a great plan, but it meant that KiBum had become the new taxi service to get drunk ChangMin back to his apartment. Or in most cases, back to KiBum's apartment where he could dispense hangover cures as needed.
KiBum sighed as he parked his car. The little bar was aptly crowded. As he opened the door he curled up his nose at the scent of cigarette smoke hanging in the air. At least it was cleaner and better lit them most of the places he'd picked ChangMin up at over the years. He pushed through the bodies, glad this bar wasn't much bigger then your average McDonald's, until he met the eyes of the bar tender. The young bartender, a handsome man in his twenties, gave one jerk of his neck toward the back of the establishment, recognizing KiBum right away as the man who took the grumpy jackass home.
As the bartender indicated, ChangMin was at a little table off in the far corner of the bar. Through the dimly lit space KiBum could see him spinning the shot glass through fingers that were nimble even when intoxicated. He went up behind his friend, laying a hand on his shoulder. The other man didn't react, the only movement was the shot glass coming to a stop.
"Okay Minnie..." KiBum directed. "Time to take you home"
"Mmmkay" ChangMin agreed in a thick voice. He wasn't so drunk to lose his sense completely, or else he wouldn't have called KiBum to bring him home. All he wanted right now was a nice, fluffy bed or couch to lay down on. Rising awkwardly, he stumbled a little on his bad leg as he gained his feet, but KiBum was right behind him. As always.
KiBum stayed behind ChangMin to keep him in a straight line as they headed out of the bar. He resisted the urge to reach out and put his hand on the small of his friend's back to guide him along. This was definitely a time that ChangMin would not appreciate that. As they approached the bar, however, he immediately wished he had done it when ChangMin bumped into a huge man in a Nike baseball cap.
No, huge wasn't the right word for it. Face beneath the ball cap was not a happy one at all.
"Watch where the hell you're going!" Nike guy snapped at ChangMin and turned back to the bar.
"Easy" KiBum grabbed ChangMin's arm to pull him back.
ChangMin tottered for a moment, then regained his balance. He seemed to be gathering himself for a moment and KiBum was glad to see that. ChangMin was tall, but this guy could cream both of them with one hand tied behind his back. Hopefully they would escape without incident. And for a moment it seemed that they would, until KiBum hear ChangMin's voice beside him.
"Mmmm..." ChangMin blinked up at the screen for a moment, then glanced over to Nike guy again. "Homo-erotic I see"
"What did you call me?" Nike guy turned around.
ChangMin only had a chance to open his mouth before a fist the side of baseball mitt was slamming into his face. He fell back against KiBum, who grabbed him awkwardly under the arms while trying to stay on his own feet. Taking one step back, he steadied ChangMin on his feet and managed to keep either of them from falling to the floor.
"SangChu!" The bartender snapped. "Now what did I tell you about hitting people?"
KiBum didn't want to see what SangChu's reply would be, instead putting his arm around ChangMin's waist and dragging him out of the bar as fast as his wobbling legs would allow. There was no shame in running from a fight, he decided as he opened the door and helped ChangMin find his way into the passenger seat, continuing to glance over his shoulder to make sure no one had followed them out. He scrambled into the driver's seat and locked the doors just to be on the safe side.
"Why did you say that?" He huffed indignantly, noticing for the first time that ChangMin had a nasty cut on his cheek, probably from a ring Nike guy might have been wearing. He reached out to touch ChangMin's face, but his hand was batted away in annoyance.
"Let's just go home" ChangMin slurred.
Twenty minutes later KiBum was carefully guiding ChangMin down the hall to his apartment. Thankfully his drunken friend had slept from almost the moment the car pulled away from the curve. He was grateful that so far the only side affect of mixing alcohol and loneliness had been a sleepy ChangMin.
ChangMin pushed past KiBum and headed into the apartment as soon as the door was unlocked. He struggled out of his jacket and moved to drop it onto the coat rack. Instead he hit the coat rack with his elbow and sent it to the ground with a crash, carrying his jacket with it.
"Helpful hint" KiBum deadpanned. "Wait until you're sober before trying that again"
"Shutdup" ChangMin slurred and slipped out of his friend's grip. He took two shaky steps forward and collapsed on the couch. His eyes closed and he was asleep in less then a minute.
KiBum stood there watching his friend for a moment, hands on his hips. He wanted to tend to the nasty cut on ChangMin's cheek now, but he decided the task would be easier done the next morning when he'd slept most of the booze off. With a sigh he spread the throw on the back of the couch over ChangMin.
"I wish you didn't do this to yourself" He murmured before heading back to his bedroom.
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The next morning, KiBum slipped into the kitchen quietly and started making coffee. As he was scrambling the eggs he heard an unmistakable groan from the couch. ChangMin was an accomplished enough drunk that he didn't get the barfing-your-guts-out type of hangovers, but he did feel it the next morning when he got plastered. And as far as KiBum's opinion went, that was good. He wished that he got the type of hangovers that would make a man swear never to do it again. As of yet, that hadn't happened.
He poured a cup of coffee and went into the living room. ChangMin was sitting up and rubbing a hand over his stubbly face as if he was trying to piece together the previous night. With a sigh, KiBum thrust the cup of coffee at him. He accepted it with a steady hand, avoiding more then brief eye contact. KiBum hoped that meant that the other was feeling a little sheepish about the previous night, but knew it was more likely his friend was just disoriented and trying to gather his wits about him.
KiBum left and returned a minute or two later with a washcloth, cotton balls and a bottle of perioxide. He sat the items down on the coffee table and took ChangMin's coffee out of his hand to set it down as well. Then he sat down beside ChangMin and brought the wet wash cloth to his friend's cheek, gently starting to wash the blood out of the cut.
"Ow" ChangMin complained with a wince. "Bedside manner much?"
"You're lucky he didn't do more damage" KiBum pointed out. "You might have been taller, but he outweighed you a hundred pounds easy"
"He was an idiot"
"An idiot that could've pounded your face in"
KiBum set down the wash cloth and dampened a cotton ball with peroxide.
"That's going to burn" ChangMin complained, starting to edge away from KiBum.
"Yes" KiBum put his knees down on ChangMin's thighs to hold him still. "And you deserve it"
He didn't give him another moment to think about it, dabbing the cotton ball on the cut perhaps a little firmer then need be. ChangMin winced and let out a little hiss as the peroxide burned. KiBum would never admit it out loud, but he found that noise a little satisfying. It was as close to penance as ChangMin would pay when the only thing he'd caused by getting drunk the night before was for him to worry.
"There" He moved back. "Done"
"First the peroxide" ChangMin looked up at KiBum. "Then the lecture. There is going to be a lecture, isn't there? I know you enjoy giving them so much"
"No lecture" KiBum sat down next to ChangMin. "Wouldn't do any good anyways"
"Nope" ChangMin agreed, then cast a sideways glance at him. "But you love me anyways"
As he took in his friend's pathetic face, a smile started spreading across his own. KiBum leaned in and tenderly brushed his lips over the bruise that was forming on ChangMin's cheek. Yes, he did love him, and he knew it. There was no use trying to hide it. They were just finding their bearings as a couple, but they had been soulmates since that first meeting years ago. Irony was not for the faint of heart. But neither was loving a man like ChangMin.
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Genre: Fluff.
Pairing: ChangKi.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: ChangMin coped with his loneliness.
A/N: This pairing is sort of dead but I missed them so here is one that I have it cross-post at kimin-doki
When the phone rang in the middle of the night, KiBum didn't have to wonder for a moment who was on the other side of the line. And when he brought the receiver to his ear, he didn't have to ask ChangMin what he needed. The slur in his friend's voice was enough to tell him that his chauffeur services were needed yet again. The phone hung up before he could get a location but he had a fairly good idea where ChangMin had spent his Saturday night.
He rolled out of bed and stumbled into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. A brief glance at the clock told him it was one in the morning. Apparently ChangMin had toppled himself off earlier than normal. With a sigh, he grabbed his car keys and headed out of his apartment. Thankfully spring was in the air and it was bordering on pleasant outdoors. Still, he would much rather be sleeping instead of driving around in the middle of the night.
There was a small joint two streets over from ChangMin's building. It was close enough where ChangMin could walk from his apartment to the bar and get completely drunk. That was a great plan, but it meant that KiBum had become the new taxi service to get drunk ChangMin back to his apartment. Or in most cases, back to KiBum's apartment where he could dispense hangover cures as needed.
KiBum sighed as he parked his car. The little bar was aptly crowded. As he opened the door he curled up his nose at the scent of cigarette smoke hanging in the air. At least it was cleaner and better lit them most of the places he'd picked ChangMin up at over the years. He pushed through the bodies, glad this bar wasn't much bigger then your average McDonald's, until he met the eyes of the bar tender. The young bartender, a handsome man in his twenties, gave one jerk of his neck toward the back of the establishment, recognizing KiBum right away as the man who took the grumpy jackass home.
As the bartender indicated, ChangMin was at a little table off in the far corner of the bar. Through the dimly lit space KiBum could see him spinning the shot glass through fingers that were nimble even when intoxicated. He went up behind his friend, laying a hand on his shoulder. The other man didn't react, the only movement was the shot glass coming to a stop.
"Okay Minnie..." KiBum directed. "Time to take you home"
"Mmmkay" ChangMin agreed in a thick voice. He wasn't so drunk to lose his sense completely, or else he wouldn't have called KiBum to bring him home. All he wanted right now was a nice, fluffy bed or couch to lay down on. Rising awkwardly, he stumbled a little on his bad leg as he gained his feet, but KiBum was right behind him. As always.
KiBum stayed behind ChangMin to keep him in a straight line as they headed out of the bar. He resisted the urge to reach out and put his hand on the small of his friend's back to guide him along. This was definitely a time that ChangMin would not appreciate that. As they approached the bar, however, he immediately wished he had done it when ChangMin bumped into a huge man in a Nike baseball cap.
No, huge wasn't the right word for it. Face beneath the ball cap was not a happy one at all.
"Watch where the hell you're going!" Nike guy snapped at ChangMin and turned back to the bar.
"Easy" KiBum grabbed ChangMin's arm to pull him back.
ChangMin tottered for a moment, then regained his balance. He seemed to be gathering himself for a moment and KiBum was glad to see that. ChangMin was tall, but this guy could cream both of them with one hand tied behind his back. Hopefully they would escape without incident. And for a moment it seemed that they would, until KiBum hear ChangMin's voice beside him.
"Mmmm..." ChangMin blinked up at the screen for a moment, then glanced over to Nike guy again. "Homo-erotic I see"
"What did you call me?" Nike guy turned around.
ChangMin only had a chance to open his mouth before a fist the side of baseball mitt was slamming into his face. He fell back against KiBum, who grabbed him awkwardly under the arms while trying to stay on his own feet. Taking one step back, he steadied ChangMin on his feet and managed to keep either of them from falling to the floor.
"SangChu!" The bartender snapped. "Now what did I tell you about hitting people?"
KiBum didn't want to see what SangChu's reply would be, instead putting his arm around ChangMin's waist and dragging him out of the bar as fast as his wobbling legs would allow. There was no shame in running from a fight, he decided as he opened the door and helped ChangMin find his way into the passenger seat, continuing to glance over his shoulder to make sure no one had followed them out. He scrambled into the driver's seat and locked the doors just to be on the safe side.
"Why did you say that?" He huffed indignantly, noticing for the first time that ChangMin had a nasty cut on his cheek, probably from a ring Nike guy might have been wearing. He reached out to touch ChangMin's face, but his hand was batted away in annoyance.
"Let's just go home" ChangMin slurred.
Twenty minutes later KiBum was carefully guiding ChangMin down the hall to his apartment. Thankfully his drunken friend had slept from almost the moment the car pulled away from the curve. He was grateful that so far the only side affect of mixing alcohol and loneliness had been a sleepy ChangMin.
ChangMin pushed past KiBum and headed into the apartment as soon as the door was unlocked. He struggled out of his jacket and moved to drop it onto the coat rack. Instead he hit the coat rack with his elbow and sent it to the ground with a crash, carrying his jacket with it.
"Helpful hint" KiBum deadpanned. "Wait until you're sober before trying that again"
"Shutdup" ChangMin slurred and slipped out of his friend's grip. He took two shaky steps forward and collapsed on the couch. His eyes closed and he was asleep in less then a minute.
KiBum stood there watching his friend for a moment, hands on his hips. He wanted to tend to the nasty cut on ChangMin's cheek now, but he decided the task would be easier done the next morning when he'd slept most of the booze off. With a sigh he spread the throw on the back of the couch over ChangMin.
"I wish you didn't do this to yourself" He murmured before heading back to his bedroom.
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The next morning, KiBum slipped into the kitchen quietly and started making coffee. As he was scrambling the eggs he heard an unmistakable groan from the couch. ChangMin was an accomplished enough drunk that he didn't get the barfing-your-guts-out type of hangovers, but he did feel it the next morning when he got plastered. And as far as KiBum's opinion went, that was good. He wished that he got the type of hangovers that would make a man swear never to do it again. As of yet, that hadn't happened.
He poured a cup of coffee and went into the living room. ChangMin was sitting up and rubbing a hand over his stubbly face as if he was trying to piece together the previous night. With a sigh, KiBum thrust the cup of coffee at him. He accepted it with a steady hand, avoiding more then brief eye contact. KiBum hoped that meant that the other was feeling a little sheepish about the previous night, but knew it was more likely his friend was just disoriented and trying to gather his wits about him.
KiBum left and returned a minute or two later with a washcloth, cotton balls and a bottle of perioxide. He sat the items down on the coffee table and took ChangMin's coffee out of his hand to set it down as well. Then he sat down beside ChangMin and brought the wet wash cloth to his friend's cheek, gently starting to wash the blood out of the cut.
"Ow" ChangMin complained with a wince. "Bedside manner much?"
"You're lucky he didn't do more damage" KiBum pointed out. "You might have been taller, but he outweighed you a hundred pounds easy"
"He was an idiot"
"An idiot that could've pounded your face in"
KiBum set down the wash cloth and dampened a cotton ball with peroxide.
"That's going to burn" ChangMin complained, starting to edge away from KiBum.
"Yes" KiBum put his knees down on ChangMin's thighs to hold him still. "And you deserve it"
He didn't give him another moment to think about it, dabbing the cotton ball on the cut perhaps a little firmer then need be. ChangMin winced and let out a little hiss as the peroxide burned. KiBum would never admit it out loud, but he found that noise a little satisfying. It was as close to penance as ChangMin would pay when the only thing he'd caused by getting drunk the night before was for him to worry.
"There" He moved back. "Done"
"First the peroxide" ChangMin looked up at KiBum. "Then the lecture. There is going to be a lecture, isn't there? I know you enjoy giving them so much"
"No lecture" KiBum sat down next to ChangMin. "Wouldn't do any good anyways"
"Nope" ChangMin agreed, then cast a sideways glance at him. "But you love me anyways"
As he took in his friend's pathetic face, a smile started spreading across his own. KiBum leaned in and tenderly brushed his lips over the bruise that was forming on ChangMin's cheek. Yes, he did love him, and he knew it. There was no use trying to hide it. They were just finding their bearings as a couple, but they had been soulmates since that first meeting years ago. Irony was not for the faint of heart. But neither was loving a man like ChangMin.
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