waking up beside the sun-streaked window

Jan 29, 2011 19:43

waking up beside the sun-streaked window: a series of unrelated drabbles
yunho/changmin l pg l romance
for chun_ji :) ♥



waking up beside the sun-streaked window

i.

there's a quiet about changmin that yunho really likes.

changmin speaks only when necessary, and only when he feels like it. he doesn't speak for the need to spin conversations or to punctuate the silence. it's a comfortable kind of quiet surrounding them when they're together. like how it is when yunho stirs his cup of coffee in lazy mornings, or how he brings the blankets to his face sometimes, as if he wants to inhale their sweet dreams that linger even after they wake.
sometimes they sit in a way that their thighs brush ever so slightly, and just that allows them to form the bubble that keeps the world out. it's a lucky thing, yunho feels, that there's never going to be any 'how could you do this to me's or 'it's your fault that we're like this now's happening anytime soon. because they aren't necessary. they aren't needed to make them work.
bridges will collapse because of words; the ones connecting what you say and what you really think will fall and crumble. but it's okay for them. they have the quiet to fall back on. there's no need to think about the future. because it's -
- the conversations that cloud it with uncertainty. it's the need to speak that form creases in relationships. all they need is silence. it'll hold them together just fine. and all yunho has to do is to wake up every morning and find changmin, at the curb near the convenience store below his apartment, waiting with a silent good morning spoken with his smile.

what comes afterwards doesn't matter.

--

ii.

monday blues make changmin a little more than blue. it makes him sad and droopy and cranky that he looks pretty much like a kicked puppy. yunho doesn't like kicked puppies. it makes him sad and droopy and cranky too. so they are both sad and droopy and cranky on mondays.

they teeter along the railway tracks when they head to school. and school is a flurry of exhaustion for them. during lunch they shy away to the corner of their classroom, pressed close to each other as they nap. monday mornings are always meant for sleepiness and laziness, so nobody bothers to take a second glance at two best friends napping in the corner. but changmin is still sad and droopy and cranky when they wake, so there is nothing yunho can do but sigh and ruffle his hair.
changmin looks so much like a lost puppy it makes yunho want to weep.

it's a ritual to head to changmin's house after school. along the way, they spot a golden retriever. yunho points it out and tells changmin that hey, it looks just like you. he receives a hard smack on his head, but mismatched eyes later on. monday afternoons are always meant for copying homework handed out during the weekends that yunho never completes. the routine somehow always goes something like this: you ass, changmin will say. can't you finish your homework for once? yunho will grin lazily when he looks up from his worksheet.
i have you, he will drawl. and changmin will shut up.

monday nights involve going home with a less cranky changmin and a happier yunho. the blues melt slowly when the sun sets, and soon it splays into brilliant shades of yellow, orange and red. yunho will kiss changmin then, by the doorstep just before he leaves. he will angle it in such a way that to changmin's parents, it'll look as if he's only giving changmin a friendly hug. changmin will flush red and mumble a goodbye, and the last thing changmin will see before he closes the door is yunho's beam.

then the sun will set. this will ink the sky a deep, dark black, before it is quiet once again.

and then it will be tuesday.
yunho will wake up, and he will see changmin smile.

--

iii.

after the credits roll and changmin wraps up the song with one last note, they stumble into the dressing room, exhausted.

changmin is bathed in a sheen of sweat. usually, yunho will want to lick it off. now, he is trying to catch his breath so bad he couldn't care. clearly, it's all getting a little too much for them.

sometimes he will see the coordi noonas fuss over them, handing them towels to wipe their sweat and iced green tea for their throats. sometimes yunho will realize, over and over again, how there seemed to be more coordi noonas than there were in the past. but maybe it's not that, changmin will tell him when yunho points it out.
maybe there are just lesser people for the coordi noonas to tend to, and not because there are more of them.

when everything's over they will link hands and yunho will squeeze changmin's once, twice, before they clamber into the car. there will somehow be taxis surrounding the car; sometimes more, sometimes less. then they will return home and take turns to shower, before collapsing onto their bed. the cycle rinses, and repeats. nothing much has changed.

would they love us all the same? changmin asks one day. even if it's just us?

inside, yunho silently acknowledges that he's still the leader, and changmin's still the maknae. so yunho will nod, and say, yes, they will. don't worry, changmin-ah. everything will be fine.
even that sounds uncertain, to him.

(but even if they don't, i will. i will.)

a/n: gosh i hope you like it and idk how 2min became homin sobs i will definitely write you a 2min fic soon!! ;__; iluuu ♥ thank you for being so nice to me! you may shoot me now.

pairing: yunho/changmin, author: pikasu, length: drabble, genre: romance, fandom: dbsk

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