[changmin/yunho] a year in the life of
title : A Year in the Life Of
pairing : Changmin/Yunho (DBSK)
author : binmusic
rating : PG-13
words : 621
summary :
a/n : My first dbsk fic, which should be warning enough for you guys, this is pretty bad!fic. Sorry for spamming the regular watchers of jewelledhours, I've been on a dbsk high as of late and I'm not sure how long it'll last. NEWS related fic will be posted in a few days, so feel free to skip this little one-shot. I suppose this is dedicated to yuxo, ever the perpetual homin lover!
Changmin meets Yunho for the first time over a bowl of Jjajangmyeon too cold and already rigid, forty minutes past its ideal serving time.
He finds out two beers later that Yunho is currently single, dumped just two hours ago by his girlfriend of more than six months because a) he wasn't putting out and b) he might be gay. Five beers later, Changmin discovers might be gay is code for blatantly gay and by their eighth beer, there is a tentative hand creeping up his thigh to rest teasingly against the zipper of his jeans.
Twelve beers later, they're inebriated and very much naked in his bed, imaginations wild and vivid of things they could've been, should've been doing if they weren't completely sloshed. Changmin wakes up with a hangover and an obvious tenting problem, both of which Yunho takes care of with finesse. Or well, mostly with finesse, the biting was accidental. While he's panting through his second orgasm in five minutes, Changmin thinks that that's when he knew Yunho would be a keeper.
For their hundredth day, Yunho surprises Changmin with a variety of his favorite foods, which technically speaking is anything edible and he arranges for them to be delivered in fifteen minutes of one another to his apartment. Yunho doesn't show until Changmin is well into his third food coma of the night and is only still on the entrees. When the chocolate fondue arrives minutes after Yunho does, Changmin thinks that that's when he knew Yunho was definitely a catch.
Two hundred days into their relationship, Changmin gets home from class to find pink heart-shaped post-its in place of where his possessions should be. The corny messages and cramped, crossed-out scrawling direct him to Yunho's house where he finds most of his stuff, the ones he noticed were missing anyway. His favorite hot chocolate mug hangs off a nook in the kitchen, the designated ramen pot sits invitingly on top the stove and more importantly, Changmin finds a very ready boyfriend in what is now his bed. Cuddling, after what is their fourth round, Changmin thinks that that's when he knew Yunho might be the best thing since sliced bread. Or well, since anything edible really.
For their three hundredth day anniversary, Yunho gets stuck in Gwangju with a fever and lingering cold. He calls every hour to tell Changmin he loves him in a jumble of sneezes and hacking coughs. Nineteen hours into the day, Changmin unplugs the cord and sends an end stop text to Yunho before shutting off his cell too. Four hours into their three hundred and first day, Changmin awakes to the heavy scent of menthol and the heady mix of cough syrup and Yunho in his mouth. While Yunho's mumbling, "It's still February eighth in America!" into his mouth, Changmin's ripping the clothes off Yunho and thinking that that's when he should've told Yunho he loves him and that talking is really overrated.
Their one year anniversary is punctuated with multiple rounds of mind-blowing sex that could only be described as a mix of Yunho's favorite love making and Changmin's favorite furious fucking. He finds himself expecting a grand gesture of sorts, maybe a ring even but it's nearing midnight and the only things Yunho's given him so far aren't shareable or show-offable. Changmin finds a homemade bento in his backpack the next day with a note reading, "Perfection doesn't come close to describing you Min-ah. I love you more than I could say. Here's to another three hundred and sixty-five days spent in your presence." Biting into a particularly hard onigiri, Changmin thinks that that's when he knew loving Yunho was most likely what he was born to do.
pairing : Changmin/Yunho (DBSK)
author : binmusic
rating : PG-13
words : 621
summary :
a/n : My first dbsk fic, which should be warning enough for you guys, this is pretty bad!fic. Sorry for spamming the regular watchers of jewelledhours, I've been on a dbsk high as of late and I'm not sure how long it'll last. NEWS related fic will be posted in a few days, so feel free to skip this little one-shot. I suppose this is dedicated to yuxo, ever the perpetual homin lover!
Changmin meets Yunho for the first time over a bowl of Jjajangmyeon too cold and already rigid, forty minutes past its ideal serving time.
He finds out two beers later that Yunho is currently single, dumped just two hours ago by his girlfriend of more than six months because a) he wasn't putting out and b) he might be gay. Five beers later, Changmin discovers might be gay is code for blatantly gay and by their eighth beer, there is a tentative hand creeping up his thigh to rest teasingly against the zipper of his jeans.
Twelve beers later, they're inebriated and very much naked in his bed, imaginations wild and vivid of things they could've been, should've been doing if they weren't completely sloshed. Changmin wakes up with a hangover and an obvious tenting problem, both of which Yunho takes care of with finesse. Or well, mostly with finesse, the biting was accidental. While he's panting through his second orgasm in five minutes, Changmin thinks that that's when he knew Yunho would be a keeper.
For their hundredth day, Yunho surprises Changmin with a variety of his favorite foods, which technically speaking is anything edible and he arranges for them to be delivered in fifteen minutes of one another to his apartment. Yunho doesn't show until Changmin is well into his third food coma of the night and is only still on the entrees. When the chocolate fondue arrives minutes after Yunho does, Changmin thinks that that's when he knew Yunho was definitely a catch.
Two hundred days into their relationship, Changmin gets home from class to find pink heart-shaped post-its in place of where his possessions should be. The corny messages and cramped, crossed-out scrawling direct him to Yunho's house where he finds most of his stuff, the ones he noticed were missing anyway. His favorite hot chocolate mug hangs off a nook in the kitchen, the designated ramen pot sits invitingly on top the stove and more importantly, Changmin finds a very ready boyfriend in what is now his bed. Cuddling, after what is their fourth round, Changmin thinks that that's when he knew Yunho might be the best thing since sliced bread. Or well, since anything edible really.
For their three hundredth day anniversary, Yunho gets stuck in Gwangju with a fever and lingering cold. He calls every hour to tell Changmin he loves him in a jumble of sneezes and hacking coughs. Nineteen hours into the day, Changmin unplugs the cord and sends an end stop text to Yunho before shutting off his cell too. Four hours into their three hundred and first day, Changmin awakes to the heavy scent of menthol and the heady mix of cough syrup and Yunho in his mouth. While Yunho's mumbling, "It's still February eighth in America!" into his mouth, Changmin's ripping the clothes off Yunho and thinking that that's when he should've told Yunho he loves him and that talking is really overrated.
Their one year anniversary is punctuated with multiple rounds of mind-blowing sex that could only be described as a mix of Yunho's favorite love making and Changmin's favorite furious fucking. He finds himself expecting a grand gesture of sorts, maybe a ring even but it's nearing midnight and the only things Yunho's given him so far aren't shareable or show-offable. Changmin finds a homemade bento in his backpack the next day with a note reading, "Perfection doesn't come close to describing you Min-ah. I love you more than I could say. Here's to another three hundred and sixty-five days spent in your presence." Biting into a particularly hard onigiri, Changmin thinks that that's when he knew loving Yunho was most likely what he was born to do.