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Disco lies.
&: DBSK random pairing/prompt generator
You can't really think anymore; the music blasting and blood rushing through your veins disconnecting you from the radiating burning heat everywhere around you. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, slowly starting to roll your hips into the music until you're slowdancing, so close to each other that you can practically feel every heartbeat and every thought that crosses his mind.
He plants a few butterfly kisses on your exposed neck, humming to the beat and smiling as you bite on your bottom lip and tilt your head a little to the left, giving him a better access to your skin. He takes the hint and sinks his teeth into your warm flesh, triggering a soft moan from your lips. He whispers something you can't - or don't really want to - hear and licks the abused, reddened spot before snuggling his nose into the crook of your neck for a mere second and releasing you, making his way away from the crowd.
You stand there frozen, unable to move.
Nobody knows you like I do.
Changmin steps out of the doctor's office, a few packs of his new medication in hand. The poisonous words that accidentally escaped his parents and teachers' lips from time to time are finally sinking in, you're not normal, you've never been and you will never be.
He glances at one of the new packs, mentally debating whether to throw it straight away or just stuff it into his bag with his other pills. He slowly opens the pack, pulling a glass bottle out and shaking it a little to see the white tablets better. Clink, clink, clink they hit the glass and Changmin smiles. Disgusted and passive, but it's still a smile.
Mood stabilizers and antidepressants, one bottle for every occasion. He drops the new ones in his bag among everything else and lazily throws the bag over his shoulder, turning around to exit the building.
And with that said, he accidentally runs into someone and the contents of his bag are splayed on the floor. Changmin curses quietly under his breath as he kneels down to pick up the carton packs and bottles rolling further away from him. He reaches a hand out but pulls it back and looks up as there's a foot stepping on the exact bottle he was trying to catch.
"That's a whole lot of pills and dopes."
Changmin nods, straightening himself back up and smoothing the wrinkles of his jeans. The other boy looks a bit older than he is, his eyes deep but seemingly bored. He bends his knees to snatch the last bottle and hands it over to Changmin, never breaking the eye contact they shared.
Changmin solely thanks him, stuffing everything back in his bag before leaving.
They don't see each other for another month. Changmin's having one of the appointments made with his doctor and the other boy, Changmin later learns his name is Yunho and that he's two years older than him, is sitting in the hallway and waiting for his doctor to come. As Changmin closes the door behind his back and prepares to leave, he notices Yunho sitting alone and staring into nothingness.
He sits on the chair next to Yunho, quietly rustling with his bag and waiting for any sign of encouragement from the older boy. The sign never comes.
"What's wrong with you?" Changmin finally asks, leaning forward in his chair and rocking the feet back down. The other boy looks up, a little too uninterested, and raises an eyebrow in question.
"Normal people don't come here, so obviously everything isn't quite right with you."
A lonely smile lits up Yunho's face but it doesn't last for long. His eyes trail back down to his own hands and fingers, his voice quiet and low. "Therapy."
"People say I'm crazy. My moods can change real quickly - I get easily depressed; sometimes I have pretty bad temper tantrums, too, and put everything into pieces. Tons of medications from which none really helps", Changmin answers to his own question when he figures that the other's never going to ask.
The other boy barely nods, standing up and walking away with his head down as his name is called from the near-by room door.
Changmin sighs, grabbing a cup of water from the automat and swallows four tablets, each of different colour. He grimaces shaking his head and crumples the cup before throwing it into the trash can and returning to his seat.
He sits down and waits for an hour for Yunho to come back. Changmin had never really even cared about getting involved with other people or making friends with anyone, but Yunho seemed interesting in a way, intriguing even. He decides to stick with Yunho since he doesn't have anything better to do, and ends up pouring his whole life story on him.
**
The hospital also organizes training camps for young people with mental and physical problems. Changmin's 17, Yunho 19 and it's been a year and 14 days since the day they first met. Changmin still doesn't know much about Yunho or his past but at least the older boy's a lot more talkative nowadays. They've become best friends, so to say, you'll never see one without another.
One day, Yunho grabs Changmin by the wrist and tells him to follow without questioning or thinking too much about it. "I've got something I want to show you", he says and Changmin obeys, chewing on his lip in thought as they walk deeper into the forests.
Finally Changmin's curiosity takes over and before he even realizes it, the words roll off his lips. "Hyung, where are we going? I think we're not allowed to --"
Yunho's fingers curl tighter around Changmin's wrist and he stops right then and there. He raises two fingers so Changmin can see them and slowly presses them to his lips to silence a stiffened Changmin. You shouldn't think too much, sweetheart.
He removes his fingers as he feels Changmin relaxing by his side again and looks up at the dark clouds piling in the sky.
"It'll start raining soon", Yunho hums and steals a glance at Changmin who's still touching and feeling his lips with his own fingers. He's quiet, almost reserved and waiting for something. Yunho can't help but want to lean closer and smooth away the few strands of hair currently shadowing Changmin's extraordinarily bright eyes.
Yunho turns his face away when he notices Changmin watching him with the familiar spark in his eyes again. He sits down on the ground, ignoring the grass still wet from the morning dew and motions Changmin to do the same.
Their eyes meet as Changmin re-arranges his long legs underneath him and sits clumsily next to Yunho. Yunho smiles cocking his head backwards, breathing in the damp air and feeling the first drops of rain falling down on them. He closes his eyes.
I didn't do it, Changmin-ah.