It's MinWan Time~~~
Title: I can't, in good conscious, name this anything. Don't ask why, I just can't.
By: chuchama
Summary: In this chapter, Changmin isn't drunk! Aw. D:
Pairing: Dongwan(Shinhwa)/Changmin = minwan
Warnings: Horrible runon sentences, probably. And a lot of stream of conscious stuff and too much thinking.
A/N: I'm back with the minwan story that featured drunk!Min last time. Uh. It shouldn't have taken me this long to update. But it did, so I'm sorry. And chapter two is split up into part A and part B.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2(and a half)/3
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Changmin trudges into the room and joins his friends for the first time since last night, having been taken aside and scolded and fussed at by their manager upon arrival.
“Changmin!” Jaejoong cheers, standing up and rushing to greet him, “Minnie--oh my god, what happened to you?” Changmin blinks, startled from this sort of reaction, and then realizes that he hasn’t looked in a mirror yet this morning.
“Do I look that bad?” He asks, craning his neck in search of a mirror or at least something somewhat reflective. Jaejoong gives a noncommittal hum and begins patting his hair down on one side, which proves yes, he does look that bad and can probably expect to see pictures on the Internet of him looking a wreck, not to mention the lovely rumors that will probably spring up about it. Great.
Yoochun smirks at him, “What have you been doing all night? You look…”
“Hung over,” Junsu finishes for Yoochun, “Do you want some aspirin?”
Changmin sighs for what seems to be the hundredth time this morning, nods, and looks for a place to sit. “You got this far with no aspirin?” Yunho asks incredulously, digging through a bag for the small bottle, “I’m pretty sure that some of us wouldn’t even be standing without being drugged up.”
And then, as soon as these words are out of their leader’s mouth, at what seems to be the most random time, Junsu and Yoochun share a glance and start laughing.
The other three stare at them, confused, as Junsu doubles over and keeps laughing and Yoochun just smirks and points at Changmin.
Changmin feels strangely self conscious as he hesitantly asks, “Um…hyungs…what’s so funny?”
Still smirking, Yoochun scoffs. “Slept over at a hyung’s house my ass. You so got laid,” he says, sounding as though there is no doubt about the validity of his words and Junsu nods in agreement, still giggling.
Changmin’s eyes widen and he doesn’t know why this fact is obvious to these two. It isn’t like he’s particularly happy about it happening the way it did, he thinks somewhat grudgingly, and then blushes as his older friends look at him closely, as if examining him for something that will prove that he’s had sex. But they can’t possibly figure something like that out from just looking at him, can they? There’s no telltale sign when he’s fully dressed…right?
Apparently there is some sort of sign that gives away that sort of thing, Changmin figures, as Yunho’s eyebrows shoot up and Jaejoong gasps. “Oh god,” Jaejoong whispers, “You have. With who?”
Changmin shakes his head feverishly, because maybe, if he denies it with all his might and convinces his friends it didn’t happen, it’ll disappear. It might work, really, “No. I haven’t…I mean…I…no.”
“No use saying you didn’t,” Yunho supplies helpfully, handing Changmin the aspirin, “I mean, with the rumpled, ‘I just had sex’ look, it’s totally obvious.”
Jaejoong scoffs and playfully shoves Yunho with a laugh, “If it’s ‘totally obvious’, as you claim, why didn’t you notice it earlier?”
Yunho drapes an arm over Jaejoong shoulders and laughs as well, “I wasn’t paying close enough attention, that’s all. Why didn’t you?”
And as they joke with each other, Changmin stiffens and panics a little. Again, he hasn’t looked into a mirror yet, doesn’t know how he looks, and doesn’t even know how said rumpled look, well, looks. Ah, but perhaps a mirror wouldn’t even help, if that’s case, he thinks, because how do you get rid of a look that you don’t even recognize? Dismissing those points and knowing that, by this point, he really just needs to get rid of the look, if it does indeed exist, which, according to his hyungs, apparently does, and all this drawn out thought process results in is him grasping at his hair in an attempt to flatten it, eyes still wide and completely silent.
“Overlooking Leader-sshi’s unobservant tendencies, who was it?” Jaejoong asks again, this time a little more demanding, and Changmin can tell that now Jaejoong is letting the idea sink in and just simmer in his brain, which isn’t a really good sign.
Changmin refuses to answer, since he’s still convinced that, if he doesn’t acknowledge it, it’ll go away. And telling his hyungs who this has happened with is just about the most opposite of not acknowledging it. Well actually, he thinks then, the most opposite thing to do by this point would probably be pursuing Dongwan.
And at that thought, his stomach is filled with odd tingling sensations and numerous little wildly fluttering butterflies and through his mind flashes images of Dongwan carefully, gently, lovingly, kissing him, hands large and warm and slightly rough and roaming over his body, over his skin, the caress soft and tender, their legs tangling and…
Wait. No. Stop brain. Don’t go there. Bad. Very bad.
Changmin fiercely shakes his head to rid himself of these thoughts and, to the others, looks like he’s refusing to spill any information. So there are a few moments of silence as Changmin doesn’t say anything and the other four stare at him, thinking of ways to get it out of him.
“…Who dropped you off again?” Yoochun asks, and, though seeming abrupt and a little out of nowhere, Changmin welcomes the change in topic.
So he answers truthfully, “Dongwan hyung.”
And then Yoochun’s jaw drops and Changmin has a horrible foreboding sensation pass through his stomach as Yoochun opens his mouth and speaks again and there’s even awe in his voice as he says, “Seriously? You…had sex with Shinhwa’s Dongwan?”
A second passes and, in that (agonizingly slow yet incredibly fast at the same time) second, Changmin freezes before his face flushes and he waves his hands wildly, “No no no I didn’t--we didn’t--it’s not like that!”
All of them just look at him, almost simultaneously raising their eyebrows, obviously amused by his actions, and Changmin realizes that his reaction has only made him seem guilty. And then, as Yoochun smirks and the foreboding sensation ceases to be and turns into full blown nausea, Changmin realizes that the question was planned to trick him into basically confessing and that it has worked.
“How did you…I…I mean…he…we…it wasn’t like…” He only manages to stutter meaninglessly for the next few seconds because it’s still a little embarrassing and he can’t quite figure out how to explain what happened the other night, so Changmin gives up coherent explanations and turns to Yoochun, “How did you know how to do that?!”
Yoochun shrugs, “Experience. And your reaction was priceless, by the way.”
Changmin sighs and runs a hand through his hair, though this time it’s out of exasperation and a lost as of what to do rather than a lame endeavor to make his hair somewhat presentable. Yunho, always observant, notices this and gives him a pat on the back and urges, “Let’s just get to dance practice and talk about this later.”
Changmin imagines that this is a good way to get the focus off of him and his problem that he hasn’t really figured out how to deal with yet or if he should deal with it at all or if he wants to deal with it yet or ever. And then, as if his bandmates are determined to not let this blow over quite so easily, which then again, as he thinks about it, they probably aren’t, Junsu giggles and says, “Minnie, do you think you can properly get through dance practice with a sore ass?”
He and Yoochun dissolve into a laughing fit, clinging onto each other for support, Jaejoong taking over the job of patting Changmin on the back in comfort, smiling a bit as well but hiding it behind his free hand, and Yunho sternly trying to get them under control again, a playful grin (just barely) not creeping onto his face.
Changmin only buries his face in his hands and feels his face burn with embarrassment and memories of the night before.
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On to part B!
By: chuchama
Summary: In this chapter, Changmin isn't drunk! Aw. D:
Pairing: Dongwan(Shinhwa)/Changmin = minwan
Warnings: Horrible runon sentences, probably. And a lot of stream of conscious stuff and too much thinking.
A/N: I'm back with the minwan story that featured drunk!Min last time. Uh. It shouldn't have taken me this long to update. But it did, so I'm sorry. And chapter two is split up into part A and part B.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2(and a half)/3
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Changmin trudges into the room and joins his friends for the first time since last night, having been taken aside and scolded and fussed at by their manager upon arrival.
“Changmin!” Jaejoong cheers, standing up and rushing to greet him, “Minnie--oh my god, what happened to you?” Changmin blinks, startled from this sort of reaction, and then realizes that he hasn’t looked in a mirror yet this morning.
“Do I look that bad?” He asks, craning his neck in search of a mirror or at least something somewhat reflective. Jaejoong gives a noncommittal hum and begins patting his hair down on one side, which proves yes, he does look that bad and can probably expect to see pictures on the Internet of him looking a wreck, not to mention the lovely rumors that will probably spring up about it. Great.
Yoochun smirks at him, “What have you been doing all night? You look…”
“Hung over,” Junsu finishes for Yoochun, “Do you want some aspirin?”
Changmin sighs for what seems to be the hundredth time this morning, nods, and looks for a place to sit. “You got this far with no aspirin?” Yunho asks incredulously, digging through a bag for the small bottle, “I’m pretty sure that some of us wouldn’t even be standing without being drugged up.”
And then, as soon as these words are out of their leader’s mouth, at what seems to be the most random time, Junsu and Yoochun share a glance and start laughing.
The other three stare at them, confused, as Junsu doubles over and keeps laughing and Yoochun just smirks and points at Changmin.
Changmin feels strangely self conscious as he hesitantly asks, “Um…hyungs…what’s so funny?”
Still smirking, Yoochun scoffs. “Slept over at a hyung’s house my ass. You so got laid,” he says, sounding as though there is no doubt about the validity of his words and Junsu nods in agreement, still giggling.
Changmin’s eyes widen and he doesn’t know why this fact is obvious to these two. It isn’t like he’s particularly happy about it happening the way it did, he thinks somewhat grudgingly, and then blushes as his older friends look at him closely, as if examining him for something that will prove that he’s had sex. But they can’t possibly figure something like that out from just looking at him, can they? There’s no telltale sign when he’s fully dressed…right?
Apparently there is some sort of sign that gives away that sort of thing, Changmin figures, as Yunho’s eyebrows shoot up and Jaejoong gasps. “Oh god,” Jaejoong whispers, “You have. With who?”
Changmin shakes his head feverishly, because maybe, if he denies it with all his might and convinces his friends it didn’t happen, it’ll disappear. It might work, really, “No. I haven’t…I mean…I…no.”
“No use saying you didn’t,” Yunho supplies helpfully, handing Changmin the aspirin, “I mean, with the rumpled, ‘I just had sex’ look, it’s totally obvious.”
Jaejoong scoffs and playfully shoves Yunho with a laugh, “If it’s ‘totally obvious’, as you claim, why didn’t you notice it earlier?”
Yunho drapes an arm over Jaejoong shoulders and laughs as well, “I wasn’t paying close enough attention, that’s all. Why didn’t you?”
And as they joke with each other, Changmin stiffens and panics a little. Again, he hasn’t looked into a mirror yet, doesn’t know how he looks, and doesn’t even know how said rumpled look, well, looks. Ah, but perhaps a mirror wouldn’t even help, if that’s case, he thinks, because how do you get rid of a look that you don’t even recognize? Dismissing those points and knowing that, by this point, he really just needs to get rid of the look, if it does indeed exist, which, according to his hyungs, apparently does, and all this drawn out thought process results in is him grasping at his hair in an attempt to flatten it, eyes still wide and completely silent.
“Overlooking Leader-sshi’s unobservant tendencies, who was it?” Jaejoong asks again, this time a little more demanding, and Changmin can tell that now Jaejoong is letting the idea sink in and just simmer in his brain, which isn’t a really good sign.
Changmin refuses to answer, since he’s still convinced that, if he doesn’t acknowledge it, it’ll go away. And telling his hyungs who this has happened with is just about the most opposite of not acknowledging it. Well actually, he thinks then, the most opposite thing to do by this point would probably be pursuing Dongwan.
And at that thought, his stomach is filled with odd tingling sensations and numerous little wildly fluttering butterflies and through his mind flashes images of Dongwan carefully, gently, lovingly, kissing him, hands large and warm and slightly rough and roaming over his body, over his skin, the caress soft and tender, their legs tangling and…
Wait. No. Stop brain. Don’t go there. Bad. Very bad.
Changmin fiercely shakes his head to rid himself of these thoughts and, to the others, looks like he’s refusing to spill any information. So there are a few moments of silence as Changmin doesn’t say anything and the other four stare at him, thinking of ways to get it out of him.
“…Who dropped you off again?” Yoochun asks, and, though seeming abrupt and a little out of nowhere, Changmin welcomes the change in topic.
So he answers truthfully, “Dongwan hyung.”
And then Yoochun’s jaw drops and Changmin has a horrible foreboding sensation pass through his stomach as Yoochun opens his mouth and speaks again and there’s even awe in his voice as he says, “Seriously? You…had sex with Shinhwa’s Dongwan?”
A second passes and, in that (agonizingly slow yet incredibly fast at the same time) second, Changmin freezes before his face flushes and he waves his hands wildly, “No no no I didn’t--we didn’t--it’s not like that!”
All of them just look at him, almost simultaneously raising their eyebrows, obviously amused by his actions, and Changmin realizes that his reaction has only made him seem guilty. And then, as Yoochun smirks and the foreboding sensation ceases to be and turns into full blown nausea, Changmin realizes that the question was planned to trick him into basically confessing and that it has worked.
“How did you…I…I mean…he…we…it wasn’t like…” He only manages to stutter meaninglessly for the next few seconds because it’s still a little embarrassing and he can’t quite figure out how to explain what happened the other night, so Changmin gives up coherent explanations and turns to Yoochun, “How did you know how to do that?!”
Yoochun shrugs, “Experience. And your reaction was priceless, by the way.”
Changmin sighs and runs a hand through his hair, though this time it’s out of exasperation and a lost as of what to do rather than a lame endeavor to make his hair somewhat presentable. Yunho, always observant, notices this and gives him a pat on the back and urges, “Let’s just get to dance practice and talk about this later.”
Changmin imagines that this is a good way to get the focus off of him and his problem that he hasn’t really figured out how to deal with yet or if he should deal with it at all or if he wants to deal with it yet or ever. And then, as if his bandmates are determined to not let this blow over quite so easily, which then again, as he thinks about it, they probably aren’t, Junsu giggles and says, “Minnie, do you think you can properly get through dance practice with a sore ass?”
He and Yoochun dissolve into a laughing fit, clinging onto each other for support, Jaejoong taking over the job of patting Changmin on the back in comfort, smiling a bit as well but hiding it behind his free hand, and Yunho sternly trying to get them under control again, a playful grin (just barely) not creeping onto his face.
Changmin only buries his face in his hands and feels his face burn with embarrassment and memories of the night before.
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On to part B!