Fingerprints on Porcelain.1

[pandragonriyong]

Title: Fingerprints on Porcelain I have no more titles, I’m sorry v_v
Pairing: MinHo
Summary: It all started with a strange fascination of Changmin’s hands holding him.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance, Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: Good God, I need to finish old requests. I need to stop procrastinating ;_; Also, major 2U feels - I apologize for any unwanted pairing xD This isn’t my first time - I used to include JaeHo interactions and now 2U HAHAHA I need sweet JaeHo and 2U ASAP ;_;
Warning: Bondage and unnecessary excessive mention of the word ‘crotch’ and long a/n at the bottom \o/


*

Yunho likes his hands. His hands are firm, sturdy and pretty damn manly-looking if he says so himself. He has always been a bit shy of his body, so it’s a rare thing for him to like a body part of his. He doesn’t have a pretty face and a chiseled torso like Jaejoong, he doesn’t have a sexy Adam’s apple and protruding collarbones like Yoochun, and let’s face it, the only part of Junsu that most girls like is his butt, and Yunho’s ass is flat. And he doesn’t have a … a … he doesn’t have a …

Yunho pauses in his reading. Wait … which part of Changmin is the best looking?

Don’t get him wrong, he personally thinks all his members are attractive in their own way - hell, he’d date them all if he can - but there’s always one specific part that girls tend to focus on. … Other than their crotches, dammit, they need their privacy. Besides, it’s not their fault that their stage costumes are tight or that they are well-endowed.

Yunho lets his eyes drift to the youngest who has taken residence on his bed after he had claimed that Yoochun and Junsu are too noisy in his. Changmin is lying on his back, fingers interlaced and on his stomach as he takes a small nap, mouth slightly open and chest heaving with every slow breath he takes.

The leader marks his page and places it on the table. He takes a cautious step closer and then another, sitting painfully slowly on his bed so as to not wake up the sleeping Changmin. His eyes momentarily train downwards and then snap back up to Changmin’s face, studying it, trying to find which is the most attractive part of him.

Maybe … maybe Changmin’s lips? Yunho presses a feather-light touch on those wide lips, marveling at how insanely soft they are. But that can’t be right. Changmin had always griped at how ugly his lips are. His eyes? Yunho shudders. Impossible, he thinks. Big eyes are scary enough. When Changmin is in disbelief or in shock, his eyes get wider and there’s absolutely nothing sexy about them.

Maybe it’s not in the facial features. After all, Jaejoong’s looks are what most fangirls lust about while they fantasize about other body parts of the band. Especially the cro- No! Bad Yunho! Yunho scolds himself. Don’t think about that, dammit. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, his gaze trailing down to latch onto those long legs of his. Maybe it’s his legs. After all, he’s the tallest member, and Yunho often catches himself staring at his legs with good-natured envy more than once.

This strangely frustrates Yunho. Never before had he wanted to find out which is the most attractive body part of his members. Yunho lets out a sigh and stares at Changmin’s legs for a moment longer, his traitorous eyes snapping back to his crotch.

Yunho blushes and smacks himself, the sound loud enough to arouse Changmin awake. The youngest opens his eyes slowly, looking so much like a child that it makes Yunho want to coo and pet him. Of course, that will result in a major beating from Changmin, so he restrains himself.

Changmin stares blankly for a moment then looks at Yunho, instant warmth in his eyes and a smile on his lips. “Hi, hyung.”

Yunho swallows. Thoughts of omgomgomgChangminissohandsomeomoeotteohke~ run in his head and he restrains the urge to smack himself again for thinking such a thought. Never before had he thought his feminine side affects his brain as well. Yunho smiles back. “Hey, Changmin. Nice sleep?”

Changmin nods and takes one of Yunho’s hands in his, lacing their fingers together. Yunho stares at their joined hands, heart beating in an impossible rate. Changmin never felt so … so warm. “It’s always nice when you watch over me.” With a tired yet cheeky smile, Changmin releases Yunho’s hand and turns to his side, his back facing Yunho as he sinks back into another sleep, fatigue from working too long catching up on him. Yunho sighs and looks at his hand. He thinks he’s found the body part he’s looking for, but now he’s not so sure.

Hell, it’s not even a body part.

It felt amazing holding Changmin’s hand. He wants to feel it again, that indescribable breathlessness he felt when Changmin’s warm hand clasped his. He knows that what he’s asking for is stupid, as the members practically hold hands every moment they have, even going so far as to rub a thigh near the crotch area on camera (stop thinking about crotches, Jung!), but he wants Changmin to hold him like that more often, a little bit on the romantic side in privacy but still brotherly in public so as to not draw attention.

There must be a way …

*

“Hyung! Psst! Hyung!”

Jaejoong looks up from the magazine he’s reading, looking around for the source of sound. Nobody else is supposed to be at home. The members had some errands to run and today is his day off. So who …

“Hyung!”

Jaejoong turns around and blinks at the sight of Yunho poking his head out into the hallway from the maknaes’ room. “Y-Yunho? What the hell? What’re you doing in there? And what’s with the sudden honorific?”

Yunho bats his eyes cutely. “Jaejoongie hyung~ can you do your bestest best bestie in the whole world a favor?” Without waiting for an answer, Yunho opens the door a bit wider. “It’s nothing too big. Just help me in making Changmin hold my wrist. Or my hand. Or any part of me actually. Just not at the crotch.”

Jaejoong’s eyes widen at the mention of the word ‘crotch’ and then narrow. He should’ve known. Yunho never calls him ‘hyung’ unless there’s Changmin involved. Though his little puppy crush on Changmin (which Yunho will never ever ever admit - cue Taylor Swift song) is cute, Jaejoong’s tired of being the ‘helper’, as Yunho puts it, of his plans, when in reality, he’s the one who executes everything because Yunho’s too busy thinking / fantasizing / dreaming / fangirling (because he never fanboys) / all the above about Changmin to carry out the plans.

However, Yunho’s request this time doesn’t seem too hard. It’s simple, easy to plan out and straight to the point. Jaejoong focuses his blank glare on Yunho. “What’s the catch?”

Yunho’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What’re you talking about?” His lower lip juts out into an accusing pout. “What, I can’t ask my bestest best bestie a favor without being accused of there being a catch?”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “We’ve been through this a million times already, Yunnie. There’s always a catch.”

Yunho sighs. “Fine. You caught me. You just have to make sure that as we go back to our dressing rooms during performances that the corridors are tightly packed so that Changmin would hold my hand and lead me and that you one-touch him harder than usual so that he would drag me to his room and rant about you and -”

“We already do that,” Jaejoong deadpans.

Yunho glares slightly. “No, we d- oh, wait. Oh yeah, you do.”

Jaejoong rolls his eyes and turns back to his magazine. “You fail so hard it’s not even cute anymore.”

Yunho puffs his cheeks. He’s about to retaliate when they hear the loud beeping of their security keypad outside their home, the telltale sign that someone had returned. The small tune that announces granted access sounds and the door clicks open, revealing an exhausted-looking Changmin. “Hey, guys,” he sighs, managing a tired smile.

Yunho feels his heart soar to his throat. “Changmin!” he exclaims, feeling much like a bored puppy greeting his master. He makes to stand up but accidentally slips on the carpet in the room, resulting in him falling face first on to the floor. “Ow,” he whimpers.

In a flash, Changmin’s by his side, a hand hovering near his shoulder, as if unsure whether his touch will cause him more pain. “Are you okay, hyung? Shit, what are you doing in our room anyway? Did you slip on a piece of paper or something?”

Yunho looks up at him with tears in his eyes, a red nose and an expression that clearly says he’s trying his best not to cry. He may not cry so often, but dammit, that hurt. “N-no,” he pouts. “I pushed the edge of the carpet with my toes and then it moved and then I slipped.”

Changmin sighs and rolls his eyes, an affectionate smile on his face, one that leaves Yunho momentarily speechless. “You’re an idiot. A very clumsy idiot.”

“I could’ve told him that,” Jaejoong comments as he flips onto a new page of the magazine.

Changmin glares at Jaejoong. “And you’re a douche. A very unhelpful douche.”

Jaejoong lowers his magazine and looks at Changmin with furrowed eyebrows and a hint of a pout. “Now that’s just mean.”

Changmin rolls his eyes at him and takes Yunho’s wrist, tugging lightly. “Come on, hyung. We should tend to that … erm … bruised nose. Or something.”

Yunho can’t hear him, not when there’s blood rushing to his ears. His heart is thumping in a volume that he didn’t know is possible, the warmth radiating from Changmin’s touch spreading throughout his body. He swallows and continues to stare at Changmin’s hand holding him. Why … why does he like his touch so much?

Changmin, a little concerned that Yunho’s not moving - yet alone responding - at all, pulls his wrist again, trying to evoke a reaction. “Hyung?”

Yunho wonders how it would feel with that heavenly touch all over his body. Changmin’s hand is so soft and yet so strong, the perfect contrast of masculinity and feminism, and Yunho wants that touch drifting around him, hovering over places which he doesn’t mind despite them being personal or private. Definitely on his abs and arms. Maybe give him a little leeway and allow him to touch his chest. The crotch … hmm … maybe not yet. But Yunho’s positive he wouldn’t mind letting Changmin touch his crotch. Privacy be damned.

“Hyung,” Changmin sighs. “At least put some water over your face or something. You know. Splat a wet towel over it.”

“Are you talking hot water or cold water?” Jaejoong pipes up from his position. He had abandoned his magazine next to him and had kneeled on his seat on the couch, arms folded and rested against the head of the couch and resting his chin on his arms. “’Cause it’s cruel if you use any of the above.”

Changmin shakes Yunho’s arm a little and sighs again when Yunho still seems to be frozen and deep in thought. “You know? I don’t think it’d matter much. The whole world would’ve exploded and he wouldn’t even noticed until two hours later.”

Jaejoong furrows his eyebrows slightly in confusion. “Wouldn’t he be dead by then?”

“Yeah. But he’s Yunho. He wouldn’t even realize he’s dead until another two more hours.”
Jaejoong has to agree with that.

Changmin turns his attention back to Yunho and crouches down at his level. Yunho’s eyes are very unfocused, as if he’s not really seeing Changmin in front of him at all. Changmin takes Yunho’s face in both hands, blinking in disbelief when he sees Yunho’s eyes get even more hazy. “What the hell …” he mutters. “Hyung,” he shakes Yunho’s face. “Hyung.” He adds pressure to his grip and that’s enough to get Yunho to snap out of his daze, eyes focusing back to the youngest of the group.

“Ch … Changmin?”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

Yunho grips at Changmin’s wrists, the immense feeling of the warmth spreading through him even more. “What happened?”

“If I may be of assistance …” Jaejoong says with a lewd grin. He’s finding this very, very entertaining.

“I was supposed to be the only one home because you guys are supposed to have other stuff done but then I realized you were home as well and was camping out in the maknaes’ room for God knows why and then you started calling me ‘hyung’ which is kind of weird because you never call me that unless it involved Changmin -” Yunho ducks his head to hide his blush “- and then you told me of this super amazing plan which was actually an epic fail because your plan is actually what we already always do and then you pout like the sad puppy you are and then Changmin comes home like ‘~fwoosh~’ and then you brighten up and then you slipped on the carpet and smacked your face on the floor because you’re still an epic fail and then Changmin came to help you up but then you kinda spaced out and wouldn’t respond and Changmin and I suggested we splash water over you but then you still wouldn’t respond and then Changmin grabbed your face and then you snapped back to reality and then poof.” Jaejoong smiles. “You’re back to normal.”

Changmin snorts at the last sentence and releases Yunho’s face, the latter trying to make out the lengthy explanation from his friend. “Please. Yunho hyung’s never normal.”

Yunho frowns. “Hey.”

“True fact is true, hyung,” Changmin gets up and holds Yunho’s hand again, the familiar wild thumping of Yunho’s heart almost threatening to send the latter to the hospital. “Now, let’s do something about that bruise, hmm? If you keep that on any longer, people would’ve thought Jaejoong hyung stepped on your face.”

And as Changmin pulls Yunho to the bathroom by the hand, Yunho flashes a small smile of appreciation to Jaejoong. Jaejoong waves dismissively at them and flips a page of his magazine. “Such a cute kid,” he mutters to himself, smiling slightly. “You’d think he’d learn to hide his crush on him a bit more …”

*

It has been a week since that incident and Jaejoong wouldn’t stop hounding Yunho to keep his obvious crush on Changmin on the DL. Lord knows how much of a disbelief Jaejoong was when Yunho thought DL meant ‘download’. Oh well. More English lessons for him then. Just not from Yoochun. That boy doesn’t even know the adjective of ‘passion’.

“Hey, that was one time. One time! Why can’t you let it go?”

Jaejoong snorts into his water bottle. “When I say ‘I’m never going to live this down’, I mean I’m never going to live it down. It’s like a promise.”

Yoochun raises an eyebrow. “To yourself?”

“To Cassiopeia.”

“Tch,” Yunho slinks down next to Jaejoong and looks away. “Mean. Wait till Cassiopeia finds out how much of a crappy boyfriend you are.”

“Hey,” Jaejoong bumps his knee against Yoochun’s, “you don’t have it that bad. I mean, Junsu’s got it worse.”

“Enlighten me.”

“He’s the one who’s known for being an easy target for bullying, he’s the one who has that recognizable laugh even non-Cassies know about, he’s the one who’s known for his dolphin-like voice, he’s the one who’s awkward in making jokes, he’s the one with the slightly strange huge rounded butt -”

“Yunho hyung’s chest is slightly big too,” Yoochun interjects.

Jaejoong considers this. “Point taken. He’s the one with the stupid Kenyan language and he’s the one who uttered the now infamous line ‘oh my God, sun’.” He looks at Yoochun with a perfectly raised eyebrow. “Still need more proof?”

Yoochun throws his hands in the air in mock surrender, a smile on his lips. “All right, fine. You win. As always.”

“I’m the oldest, bitch, I remember stuff the most.”

“Then as the oldest bitch, I expect you to remember that we’re supposed to be doing dance practice right now?” The Soulmates look up to see Changmin standing before them, arms crossed and slight annoyance written on his face.

Jaejoong frowns. “I was calling Yoochun the bitch. Not. Me.” He reaches out a hand and Changmin takes it, pulling the older man up to his feet.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Changmin smiles sarcastically before quirking an eyebrow. “You call your boyfriend ‘bitch’?”

Jaejoong shrugs. “Makes me feel more manly.”

Changmin rolls his eyes again.

Yoochun glances around. “Hey, if we’re still supposed to be practicing, where are the dancers?”

“Same place as always for the past fifteen minutes,” Changmin says with a sigh, Yoochun turning around to face the other way. “They’re both discussing dance moves to the choreographer. Junsu hyung’s adding a bit of flair and Yunho hyung’s breaking the moves down.”

Yoochun purses his lips slightly. “As usual?”

“As usual,” Changmin confirms with a nod.

It seems as if they had finished discussing, because their choreographer turns to the boombox, Junsu hurries outside and Yunho claps his hands as he goes over to the trio. “Hey guys. So, we just finished our discussion and they had agreed that they’ll add in some of your dance moves.”

Yoochun blinks. “You … you guys were discussing about that?”

Yunho nods once, a small confused smile on his face. “Well, yeah. What else would we discuss about?”

“Oh gee, let’s think about that one,” Jaejoong says as he places one hand on his hip, the other balled into a fist with a finger sticking out and resting on his chin. “What does Yunho and Junsu normally talk about with our choreographer besides finalizing and breaking down the moves?”

Yunho’s eyes narrow and he shoves Jaejoong. “Haha. Very funny.”

Jaejoong drops his finger and grins. “I know. That’s how I get the ladies~”

“Considering how you’ve never gotten ‘the ladies~’ before,” Changmin rolls his eyes.

Jaejoong scowls at Changmin. “Hey, I’ll have you know that I dated before! My longest relationship before Yoochun was -”

“- four years. You had to break up when you debuted because things got too complicated. You used to be straight but then you met this socially awkward but charmingly pretty American boy and then you thought you were bi but after going out with him three years into our career you became gay, we know, hyung,” Changmin sighs. “You told us that time and time again. And we all dated before debut and broke up after debut too, geez.”

Jaejoong folds his arms with a huff.

“Charmingly pretty, huh?” Yoochun nudges Jaejoong with a slight smile.

Jaejoong’s smile returns and he wraps an arm around Yoochun’s frail waist. “You know that’s how you captured my heart.” He ignores Changmin pretending to gag.

“So, uh, anyway … where’s Junsu?” Yoochun scans the room with a slight smile. “Wasn’t he with you just now?”

Yunho jabs a thumb to the practice room door behind him, clearly indicating that Junsu’s outside. “He had to take a breather.”

Changmin furrows his brows. “Why?”

Yunho smiles slightly as Junsu’s reason comes back to mind. “He said that he had to mentally prepare himself before you guys show us your moves.”

Jaejoong frowns. “I do not appreciate that comment.”

“He’s dead the moment he steps into this room,” Changmin growls.

“You’re a little too late, Minnie,” Yoochun whistles as the door opens and a slightly sick Junsu reenters. “’Cause Junsu’s already in here.”

“Okay then. Since I can’t kill him, I wish him curses upon his grave,” Changmin says instantly.

“You’re too violent,” Jaejoong rolls his eyes.

“How the hell is that violent?” Changmin snaps. “Cursing someone and inflicting actual pain onto someone are two totally different things.”

“You just are,” Jaejoong growls. His mood had dropped slightly since Yunho had told them of Junsu’s reason. Tch. What a friend, amirite?

Yoochun tilts his head to the side. “Upon his grave? Junsu’s not dying.”

Changmin flexes his fingers. “Good. Better now than never.”

Jaejoong lets go of Yoochun and instantly points at Changmin. “Violent dongsaeng!”

“Guys, guys!” Yunho’s a bit flustered. “Calm down!” He turns to Changmin and rests his hand upon the youngest’s arm, feeling a jolt of warmth spread from through his fingers. Yunho frowns inwardly. Hmm. It’s different when I touch him. Maybe if he touches me? “I actually made the suggestion of you guys showing us dance moves you want to incorporate into the dance because I thought of you.”

Changmin feels his cheeks heat up at this. He lowers his arms. “M-me? What did I do?”

Yunho’s smile is warm and kind, so very Yunho-ish. “Well, you have lots of potential. I don’t mean to brag, but you can’t dance as well as Junsu and I can. But you dance better than Joongie and Chunnie any day.”

“Hey,” Yoochun frowns.

“Best friend here,” Jaejoong glares.

Yunho smiles. “Leader here.”

Jaejoong’s glare deepens.

Yoochun turns to Jaejoong. “Why is everyone always picking on us?”

Jaejoong sniffs and tears spring into his eyes. Changmin squelches the urge to one-touch him and turn the tears real. “Because they don’t understand the world as well as we do.”

Yunho rolls the eyes. “Yah. I’m second oldest.”

“Yeah, but your bias is Changmin,” Jaejoong sticks his tongue out, enjoying the way Yunho tenses and blushes instantly. “He’s youngest so that in itself is overruled. Soulmates are older than HoMin, so keep talking to him while we emo over here.”

Changmin rolls his eyes. “Okay. Whatever.” He turns back to Yunho, cocking an eyebrow when he sees him glaring at Jaejoong. “You were saying?”

Yunho clears his throat and tries his best to will the blush away. “Oh yeah. Anyway. As you’re what I call ‘second best’, I want you to show us some freestyle.”

Changmin blushes and ducks his head, scratching the nape of his neck. “Oh, um … I don’t think I can … I mean, my skills pale in comparison compared to yours and I kind of don’t want anyone to see me fail in front of you …”

“Oh please,” Yunho laughs. “Why don’t you just show it to me then? We’ll hide in a broom cupboard or something and you can show me your dance.”

“Um …” Jaejoong raises an eyebrow, hands on his hips. “In case you don’t know, Leader-sshi, but broom cupboards rarely have enough space for one person to stand, let alone two. How do you expect Changmin to dance in there?”

Yunho blushes furiously and attempts a smile. “Oh, uh, erm, yeah. Well, it was just a suggestion.”

“Well,” Junsu says suddenly, popping from behind Yoochun’s shoulder, “you can rent out one of the empty offices. Or lock the toilets or something, but I don’t think you’d both want that, seeing as A) it stinks and B) it’s weird. Try manager hyung’s office or something.”

Yunho brightens up. “Susu, you’re a genius!” He turns to Changmin. “So what do you say? In manager hyung’s office?”

Changmin smiles. Yunho’s happiness is too contagious. “Yeah, sure. Why not.” He turns to the trio and waves at them. “See you. I don’t want to look like an idiot in front you too.”

Jaejoong’s smile is a bit too sneaky, even for him. That smile does not bode well for Yunho.

*

Changmin’s freestyle, in Yunho’s opinion, is fairly easy, but has some complicated twists to it. Yunho smiles to himself. That’s why he had always prided as Changmin being the best of the trio. Changmin finishes with a huff then looks up at Yunho, panting slightly and causing Yunho to absentmindedly drop his gaze to Changmin’s chest, the flimsy material of his shirt sticking even more because of the sweat and causing his muscles to be even more prominent. Yunho’s eyes become more hooded, imagining running his hands all over his body and -

“So what did you think, hyung?”

Yunho snaps out of his Molesting Changmin Reverie and grins at Changmin. “Very good!” He internally facepalms himself when he sees Changmin cocking an eyebrow at him. He was just so distracted by Changmin’s muscles - entirely Changmin’s fault; Yunho just happened to notice and stare - that he had unknowingly resorted into praising him like he was a teacher in a kindergarten. “I - uh - I mean, that was good. Awesome, even.” He grimaces at Changmin. “But then you do know that means hell teaching the Soulmates, right?”

“Yeah,” Changmin nods, taking a step forward and taking Yunho’s hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “But I know you’ll do well.”

There it is again. That indescribable amount of happiness and warmth that Yunho feels rushing through his body just from Changmin’s touch. This never happened before. Why now? Why the week before? Yunho doesn’t want to let go, though, so he smiles and leads Changmin out of their manager’s office, hitting him on the shoulder with his free hand. “Yah! What is that supposed to mean? You’re the teacher!”

Changmin puts on a dramatically hurt look, shutting the door behind them. “I am insulted, Jung seonsaengnim! You’re the best out of all of us!”

Yunho snorts and then glances down to their shoes. “Yeah … but I still don’t get it. I mean, I’m not some kind of magical person who learns choreographies just after one showing. I may learn the fastest, but I need at least two or three showings. And then there’s the choreographer’s way of explaining how we should do the dances and then what we should feel to portray the dance correctly and -”

Changmin interrupts him by placing a finger over his lips, surprising Yunho greatly. The action is highly intimate but his touch feels so good and Yunho’s not sure if he thinks it’s a good thing that he wants that touch everywhere. “… Changmin?” he mumbles against Changmin’s finger.

Changmin smiles kindly at him. “Now you listen to me. I’ll show the dance one more time, this time in front of everyone else. And you’ll memorize it and you’ll break it down so that it’ll be easy for them to get it. You’re a great dancer, hyung, and you memorize things very well. You should stop viewing yourself as a bad person.”

Yunho feels slightly cheered by Changmin’s words and nods. “Okay. So, uh, can you remove your finger now?” It’s hard trying to talk when something’s pressed against his mouth. How do people talk in between kisses? Maybe Changmin should kiss him and they can practice. Are his lips just as magical as his fingers or is it just his hands? How about the rest of his body when pressed against his? Chest to chest, legs rubbing against legs, crotch against crotch. Mmm, Yunho thinks. Changmin’s crotch.

Changmin furrows his eyebrows at Yunho. “You want me to move away? Really? When you’re the one who loves skinship and you’re the one who won’t let go of my hand?”

Yunho blushes and steps away, releasing Changmin’s hand. The slight tingling he felt before is now gone and Yunho misses it greatly. “S-sorry. Uh, we should, uh, get back to the practice room. The others will be wondering what took us so long.”

As Yunho leads the way back to the practice room, he can feel Changmin’s gaze burning holes in him, and damn does it make his stomach feel funny.

I am unamused that this is split into three parts ಠ_ಠ