Expressions & thoughts - 6 yoomin drabbles
Expressions & thoughts - 6 yoomin drabbles
Changmin/yoochun, pg-13, romance
Note: The last three are AU.
1. Digital.
Its times like these when yoochun wants to keep memories to himself. Times when junsu laughs his dolphin laugh and jaejoong simply stares, when yunho trips during dance practice and blushes. He likes to see that. But nowadays, times like these are rare. So he carries a camera around wherever he goes. Changmin does as well. Together, they take the device and freeze time-freeze time for only a second and take their memories with them. Yoochun will never admit it, but he likes changmin by his side.
2. Slave.
Changmin doesn't like kinky stuff, he doesn't. He likes long walks on the beach, with a romantic dinner accompanied by shy kisses. When jaejoong suggested he and yoochun spice up their relationship with more 'fun', he couldn’t help but redden at the thought. "BDSM? What the hell is that hyung"? he asks one day. Jaejoong shakes his head. "It stands for Bondage, Dominance, Submission, and Masochism. Me and yunho do it all the time. You and chun should try it.” Changmin shudders. “You’re crazy hyung.” changmin doesn't like to think these things. He's more of a slave for yoochun than the other is for him. His warm smile is the reason.
3. Cabinet.
Yoochun doesn’t have to worry about reaching the cabinet, sure he has pride and should refuse help, but why would he do that when he has a tall, skyscraper-like boyfriend to do all the work for him? Yep, Changmin is everything he could ever want in a lover. Tall, dark, handsome, and he’s sure good in the sack too. He smiles and stands on the tips of his toes to reach the cereal, when suddenly; he feels a warm breath on his neck. “Need a hand?” asks changmin as he wraps his arms around his waist. Yoochun giggles. “Reach that bag for me changmin-ah~”
4. Rules.
He’s a rebel. He’s a rebel and yet, he falls deeply and utterly in love with him. Changmin knows better than to associate himself with the likes of him. A biker. But its just too tempting. The way his hair is ruffled as he swings his leather covered leg over the seat of the black bike. The way his jacket rides up and he can see a small patch of pale flesh. He wants him. Badly. And he doesn’t care about getting hurt in the process. Changmin walks up to him and does what he does. The other laughs as he lights a cigarette. “Are you sure you can handle me?” he says, amusement clearly visible in his voice. He smirks as he replies. “I can do more than just handle you.” The others smiles and slips something in his back pocket before climbing onto his vehicle and drives away. The paper has his name and number on it. “Park Yoochun.” He whispers.
5. Hair.
Changmin let out a yelp as his hands were slapped. He gaped at yoochun. “Hyung what was that for!?” Yoochun rolled his eyes as he gathered his hair into a ponytail. “Don’t grope my hair min.” Changmin pouted and crossed his arms stubbornly. “But hyung your hair is so soft! Please let me touch it!” Yoochun chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Ok, but just this once.” He pulled at his band and let his hair cascade down his neck elegantly. Changmin mentally cheered and twirled a black lock around his finger.
6. Sea.
Changmin carefully takes off his coat and wraps it around yoochun’s thin shoulders. Yoochun smiles and raises his head to kiss his cheek and looks back at the roaring tides and waves. Changmin sees the small shine in his eyes when they’re at the beach during the night. He sees the small smile on his face and instantly knows this is his lover’s favorite place to be. Changmin likes it too, especially because yoochun is there with him. They walk carefully along the shore; their feet covered in wet sand. He likes the feeling. The feeling of sand-and the feeling of being in love.