[fic] Time Works Wonders
Title: Time Works Wonders
Author:
lunnash
Length: 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: They woke up next to each other, though not quite.
[Yunho..?]
Today would be the long-awaited day off for them. It had been a while since they got to have day offs for both of them, what with several individual activities that made their schedules clash. They would soon hold their Dome-tour in Japan so they had decided to spend this short holiday at home before things get hectic.
The sun was up but Changmin still wanted to laze around in bed. It felt nice not having to wake up to the sound of blaring alarm clock. It also felt nice, as always, waking up with a warm body behind him. Changmin turned around and snuggled closer to Yunho's hold, not bothering to open his eyes.
He almost went back to sleep when a hand smacked his flank. He grunted and nudged his head to Yunho's chin. "M'sleeping."
Yunho gurgled slightly, probably awake. Changmin sighed and curled further into a ball.
He almost went back to sleep again when the hand slid to his behind and groped.
Changmin squawked, "Yunho, I wanna sleep."
And then Yunho's body tensed. It stopped Changmin from protesting further and he squinted, trying to see through his sleep-heavy eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Suddenly Yunho jerked away, falling right off the bed. He looked beyond shocked, staring at Changmin and spluttering, "C-Changmin? Why-why are you naked?"
"Really? You told me to sleep naked, dumbass," Changmin clucked his tongue, "Told me 'I'll be your warm blanket!' remember?"
Yunho kept gaping at him and it was annoying.
"What the hell, Yunho? Can't you just act normal for today and--"
Changmin paused. Somehow...somehow, Yunho looked different. His hair was dark brown and spikier instead of black and fluffy. He looked skinnier although his cheeks were chubbier instead. And he was wearing an old tee and sweatpants. He had been sleeping with clothes on.
Yunho wears boxers to sleep, a habit he had taught Changmin so well.
"Yunho...?"
~*~
"You're taller than me," was the first thing that Yunho said after five minutes of staring at each other across the bed. "And you have abs."
"I'm older than you," Changmin snorted. Probably shouldn't spill that he was now taller than Yunho or else this Yunho would whack his younger self on the head everyday to impede his growth spurt. "And don't act like you don't like it because you were staring."
"I wasn't staring!" Yunho crossed his arms, his slightly pudgy cheeks flushing. Yunho had lent one of his big, loose T-shirt and sweatpants for Changmin to wear. "And it's Yunho-hyung for you."
"So I still call y'all with hyungs?" Changmin looked around the familiar old dorm--or at least it was old for him--still as messy as ever and probably a bit too cramped for five growing boys.
"Of course! My Changminnie is sweet and lovely!"
"Well, I'm a Changminnie too," Changmin turned to Yunho, purring the next words near Yunho's ears. "And trust me, I can be a different kind of sweet and lovely."
Yunho blushed at his words, making Changmin cackle out loud. Teasing this Yunho was fun because he was still thinking too much of his status, making him that much more of an uptight leader-sshi.
"So it's a day off?" Changmin shifted the topic when Yunho pointed out that he had gotten back from Gwangju the day before and the others were still out with their families. Apparently, Changmin--the young Changmin--had just returned from his family home too. "You know, I'm having a day off too, back in my place. We planned to cook some stuff, you and I."
"You can cook?" Yunho's face turned hopeful at his next question, "I can cook?"
"'Course I can," Changmin huffed, refraining to chew Yunho's ears off with 'I organize my clothes color-wise, I don't drink juice right from the carton, I tidy my place like a good civilian, I squeeze from the bottom.' "You...should probably learn more when you have time." Spare me all the mess.
Yunho gave a not-so-apologetic grin, probably knowing that he was hopeless. "Wait, only both of us planned it?"
"We're sharing a place," until a couple years ago, at least. Changmin turned his heels towards the door. "The others are out," It was the closest thing to a white-lie that he could think of. Out indeed.
Yunho regarded him with raised eyebrows and for a moment, Changmin was worried that Yunho could see through him and know. They had always been able to read each other better than the others.
It put a slight smile on Changmin's face because they were both so obvious back then, now that he thought about it. Guess the phrase 'obvious but oblivious' came with the package.
Ah, young love.
"C'mon, you can be my assistant if you want," Changmin walked through the hallway to the kitchen. He flicked the lights on and was pleased to find it free of dirty dishes. "Or not. You've improved greatly, I tell you. Which means you're much worse right now."
"Glad to know," Yunho handed him an apron and grinned. "I'll help you, Min-ah."
Changmin blinked, because this was a kid calling him nicknames. But then it was Yunho, and it stirred the same feeling in his chest.
"Call me hyung," Changmin tied his apron and then ruffled Yunho's hair, ignoring his 'after you call me hyung.' "Alright, what do we got here?"
Because these five busy boys weren't too picky of what they eat and didn't have much time to experiment on recipes anyway, the cupboards and fridge weren't that full. There were some vegetables and meat, sufficient for a simple stir-fry. Changmin used leftovers of flavored-rice, most likely from takeouts, and added eggs to make fried rice. It was a meal for two so they'd have more than enough.
Changmin found out that even though he was stranded in a past time, it wasn't quite his past. He didn't recall going to sea world with his hyungs at this time of the year, nor did he remember baking a cake that resulted in a broken oven. He was certain he never bought a whole basket of ramyeon from the minimarket a few blocks from here, or got followed by a stray kitten all the way to the front of the dorm he had to let bodyguard-hyung find a home for it. Changmin thought Yunho was just messing with him, but it wasn't like him to just spew bullshits, especially after Changmin had threatened to burn his CD collections if he was indeed lying.
It didn't freak him out like he had expected, hearing more and more of his-but-not-really own life from Yunho's stories. Some things didn't change, though, like how he liked to borrow his hyungs' mp3 players or how his love towards spicy foods didn't cease despite the bowel nuisance it sometimes caused. He still liked to have midnight snacks and used the game consoles in the living room the most. Changmin decided to be a good listener, throwing remarks here and there, laughing or grimacing at the things that, according to Yunho, he had done. Changmin was more disconcerted than freaked out, really.
"I need a drink," Changmin stretched his arms sideways. It had been a few hours and it was already dark outside when they came to. When Changmin came back to the living room with beer can in each hand, Yunho looked surprised. Changmin shrugged.
"I eventually found out the secret stash," Changmin popped open his can after throwing one to Yunho. "I'm legal, in case you don't know."
"I know," Yunho huffed slightly before popping his can open, but he was still watching Changmin drink his beer. Perhaps he wasn't used to seeing Changmin downing beer in one go.
Changmin watched Yunho sip his beer little by little, a lightweight drinker still. It then occurred to Changmin that he still hadn't gotten the slightest idea what actually happened to him--how he got here, why he got here, what happened to the other him. A part of him was sure that this was all just a crazy dream (weird, he didn't even drink last night), and when he woke up Yunho would be there beside him, snoring or drooling or both. But a dream wouldn't feel so real...
"So," Yunho spoke after a while, "Still around after a decade, huh?"
"Pretty much," Changmin covered a burp with a cough, "But don't you make this an excuse to sit back and laze around." Though regardless of a secured future or not, Changmin knew Yunho would never take anything for granted.
"Is it hard?" Yunho put aside his beer can, turning to face Changmin at the other end of the couch.
"Yeah, and it gets harder," Changmin's gaze strayed to his surroundings. The photos of them grinning so widely at the cameras their eyes almost disappeared, awards and CDs--God, they still had a long way ahead--all lined up neatly on their 'shelf of pride.' Changmin's mouth twitched. "Shits happen, real shits. But you told me it was worth it."
"Of course."
Changmin had expected Yunho to have that glittering in his eyes, the one he always had in their earlier days as he told his dream about huge stages and bright lights and cheering fans. It was perhaps what every single trainee used as their biggest motivation to survive the uncertainty and failure. It was perhaps what many singers and idols and artists strove for in the tough competition of entertainment world.
Instead Yunho was gazing at him, just at him, like he knew what--who--was worth it.
"So what now?" Yunho clapped his hands once, tone cheerful like he hadn't just discussed his future with a guy from the future. "If you're still here tomorrow can we pretend that you just had a growth spurt?"
"And explain why I grew a few inches and gained abs and aged overnight? And hey, I did have a growth spurt, Yunho, you watch out," Changmin pinched the bridge of his nose and swirled his beer can around. "This is so screwed. I'm screwed. My diet is screwed."
"Why would you diet, anyway? I'm sure you don't really need that," Yunho stole a glance at Changmin's abdomen that clearly stated he approved.
"You don't know that yet," perhaps Heaven's Day shouldn't be made known yet "I just wanna try some things."
"You're perfect already," Yunho chuckled, tinged with disbelief like he was telling a grown man that 'birds fly and fishes swim and sugar is sweet.'
Like Yunho used to do when telling him 'You know I love you.' Like Changmin was silly if he didn't believe it.
Yunho watched him with that very same knowing eyes, and Changmin wanted to shout at him and hide behind the couch at the same time.
"Changmin, are you blushing?"
"Fuck, no," Yunho didn't even seem that much surprised anymore at Changmin's improved swearings. He continued to laugh even as Changmin muffled his face with a cushion. "Stop laughing and find out how to return your missing roommate."
"Roommate? You?"
Changmin blinked, "Isn't that why we--you were sleeping together?"
Yunho looked at him funny, "We're dating."
Changmin's surprise must have shown because Yunho then looked surprised himself.
"You're not?" Yunho sounded affronted.
Changmin waved his hand. Oh wow, that meant the relationship would've reached a decade should they go as far as he and Yunho had, which Changmin didn't doubt. "No, no, we are. Not until later though--and why are you even angry?"
"Because I--he must've been so stupid for not realizing it sooner," Yunho looked somewhat pissed at this other him. "I'm sorry for being such an idiot."
Changmin did not just melt inwardly.
"It takes two to tango," Changmin hid a smile by downing the last of his beer. Then he snorted, "Wait, you're dating a minor."
Yunho looked scandalized, "He'll turn legal soon!"
"Which means he's not yet legal," Changmin concluded. These two were still kids but Changmin couldn't help his curiosity. Knowing Yunho though, Changmin could guess the answer. "Have you fucked?"
"You're so blunt," Yunho punched Changmin's arm lightly, a touch of pink on his cheeks as he laughed. "No, we haven't. We've only kissed at most and those three--"
"Cockblockers, yeah, I remember that," Changmin grunted. The extent of what those three would do to get between him and Yunho.... Changmin had never believed it was 'out of love' or 'to keep eyes over our dear baby'; Changmin knew they just wanted to annoy the hell out of him.
"He's still so young," Yunho added softly, a small smile on his face.
Back then, Changmin and (his)Yunho didn't encounter this problem because they'd passed the tender age. Another reason was, both of them were afraid of scaring each other off with their feelings so they had bottled it up. That was before they found out about their mutual feelings and got together. After, though, it was a different case; they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Changmin kinda felt awed by this Yunho. He remembered vaguely about a drunken confession Yunho had given one night. Something about 'jailbait' and 'barely restraining myself'. It was embarrassing but Changmin did feel flattered that Yunho had buried such feelings much earlier than he had thought.
"I want him, I really do, but I--I don't wanna rush things. Sometimes I'm afraid that he doesn't really want me," Yunho spluttered in one breath, like he wouldn't be able to convey it if he talked slower. "What if it's only because he looks up so much at me?"
Changmin had used that reasoning once, to deny, to convince that his feelings own were not inappropriate because 'It's Yunho, he's my hyung, my leader, of course I love him.' Changmin knew they'd come around. He just didn't want Yunho to feel so uncertain of himself, of them. Not now, not ever. Both of them were sometimes too dense for their own good. Yunho loved so, so deep it was only right that he received the same.
Changmin would make sure of that.
He scooted closer to Yunho and tugged softly at his fringe, pulling him closer. Yunho's eyes, that wouldn't lose their youthfulness even years later, looked up at him.
"He's a Changminnie, remember?" Changmin nudged his forehead against Yunho's, "He wants you. He'll always do."
Yunho smiled at him, until his eyes turned to crecsents and alight with adoration. Only for him.
"Thank you," Yunho kissed Changmin's nose. "For loving me. And that other, dumber me."
Changmin laughed, scrunching his nose from the tickling kiss. He let Yunho put his head on his shoulder. "I'll tell him you mocked him."
"Tell him I kissed your nose," now Yunho's lips tickled the skin on his neck. "And neck."
"He'll be so proud," Changmin sighed softly when the kisses, as light as butterfly, trailed to his adam's apple.
Changmin's mind came up with something.
"Especially if I tell him that we did the naughties."
Yunho paused his ministrations.
"No cockblockers, the dorm's ours," Changmin teasingly blew at Yunho's ear, "and I'm legal."
"Changmin," pulled back, eyes surprised but also beginning to glint with lust.
"This isn't cheating," Changmin proceeded to nibble at Yunho's earlobe, enjoying the shudder he got back.
"I--"
"Want to make me happy, right?" Changmin curled his hands around Yunho's wrists, tugging them until they reached his own hips. "Then you should learn how to please me, Yunho."
It was amusing to see Yunho's conflicted face, how he blinked repeatedly and tried not to turn anymore redder. Yet his hands stayed on Changmin's hips. Changmin moved them towards his abdomen, let Yunho graze the skin under his shirt.
"Practice makes perfect," Changmin whispered, nose to nose with Yunho whose breath he could feel warming his face. "Yunho-hyung."
"Changminnie," Yunho smiled as he sighed; a contrast of exasperation and adoration.
When Yunho pulled him down to kiss him, Changmin almost considered it a win.
But then, he had always win.
~*~
They had made their way back to the bedroom while stealing kisses and feeling each other's skin. Yunho's kisses were more teeth than tongue, in an awkward way rather than hot, but his enthusiasm was so palpable. Changmin had pulled him until they fell on the bed, and when Yunho gazed down on him with so much want, Changmin realized that Yunho would never be not hot.
Yunho, a bit impatient, had pulled at their clothes and threw them behind his back without even taking his eyes off Changmin. Changmin had chuckled at Yunho's soft tummy, body still devoid of taut muscles he so liked to cling onto. Yunho huffed and told him to 'wait and see, my abs will be more awesome than yours.' Changmin's reply was 'abs or no abs doesn't matter.'
The 'I love you either way' was clear though unsaid.
Changmin squirted the lube Yunho got from under his bed (some things didn't change indeed) on Yunho's fingers, watching the substance trickle down the digits.
"One at a time," Changmin lay on his back as he guided Yunho's hands. They cupped his ass and he couldn't help but wiggle it. Changmin could feel the wet, sticky fingers spreading his ass cheeks. He spread his thighs wider as one finger circled his opening, "Go slow at first."
Changmin inhaled when the first finger breached his hole. It moved slowly, knuckle to knuckle until Yunho had the whole finger inside. Changmin closed his eyes and hummed. He urged Yunho to move his finger, in out in out in out until he could take more. The third finger had always felt the most uncomfortable, if not slightly stinging.
"You're a fast learner," Changmin gasped while Yunho scissored his fingers, spreading and stretching.
Yunho's eyes were nearly all black as he watched his fingers disappear into Changmin's hole. He licked his lips, "Learnt from the best."
"Do that thing, like when you're bored on a presscon," Changmin said.
Yunho frowned, thinking. He moved his fingers, in out, and then think of tapping his fingers on a table in a boring press conference. His fingers wriggled inside and Changmin gasped deliciously.
"Mmh yeah, that's it," Changmin voiced his pleasure. He directed his heavy-lidded eyes to Yunho. "You know what to look for."
Yunho kissed Changmin at the same time he pressed in deeper. Changmin let out soft murmurs and moans as Yunho kept searching, trying to reach deep and twist and crook until--
"Ah! There, right-yeah-there..."
A minute later Yunho had his cock pressed against Changmin's opening. Changmin's legs came up around Yunho's waist, keeping him steady as Yunho slowly pushed inside him. Lips parted and eyes fluttering close, they took a moment to relish the feeling of joining their bodies. Changmin's palms brushed against Yunho's cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss as his heels pressed on Yunho's tailbone to bring him closer, deeper.
"Am I hurting you?" Yunho croaked out, trembling from pleasure and repressing the urge to go on right away. He braced his body on his elbows, framing Changmin's body.
"Quite the opposite," Changmin smirked, "A minute or two, and then you move."
The first pull and push gave a pleasant burn to both of them. They go slow at the beginning, steady and shallow until Changmin urged for more, told Yunho that 'I can take it, give me more, roll and piston.' Yunho's dancer hips slowly worked their magic as he thrust into Changmin, rolling in the right angle and pistoning deeper like an instinct. Changmin lifted his own hips in time to take it all, meeting Yunho halfway.
"Changmin--" Yunho groaned, too lost in the inexplicable wild sensation.
"That's it...more--ah--" Changmin gave a breathy laugh, stuttering when the thrusts started to brush against his prostate. "Your knees--unhh--spread 'em," Changmin struggled to form sentences, "Hold my thighs like--yeah--"
Yunho widened his knees without ceasing his thrusts. His nails dug under Changmin's knees as he lift the long legs higher and wider. Changmin keened when Yunho managed to hit his spot.
"I'm gonna--ah--" Yunho clenched his teeth when Changmin's walls fluttered around his cock.
At Changmin's 'touch me, fuck, Yunho, ' Yunho's hand curled around Changmin's cock, gripping not quite tight that it drove Changmin crazy. Inexperienced didn't make him lose the teasing streak. Changmin clenched hard in retaliation, grinning when Yunho's rythm got broken off.
"Don't get cocky," Changmin swatted Yunho's hand away to jerk himself.
"Changminnie, I--" Yunho broke off into a growl, thrusts turning desperate and sloppy.
"Come on, hyung, come."
Yunho slammed in for the last time before stilling deep inside, a choked moan torn from him. Changmin felt the hard cock spurt inside him, filling him with wetness. He stroked his cock four times before shooting his own load, moaning and quivering as jets of whites covered his abdomen and chest.
Needing the next few minutes to come down from their high, Yunho then pulled out and flopped down beside Changmin. Sticky and sweaty, they made no move to clean themselves up. They stared at each other while trying to regulate their breath.
"Wow. Not bad as a first-timer?" Yunho asked with a tired grin.
"Definitely," Changmin didn't protest when Yunho pulled him closer to tangle their legs, despite being generally icky.
"I'm glad," Yunho curled closer to Changmin's chest. "Ten out of ten?"
"You wish," Changmin tucked his chin on Yunho's head, not caring that the hair could tickle him. "You'll have all the time to try."
"You're right," Yunho chuckled before breaking into a yawn, "I'm sleepy."
Changmin grunted a 'same', eyes already drooping.
"Will you still be here tomorrow?" came Yunho's question.
"Dunno," came Changmin's reply.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Changmin. Thanks for sticking around, and I hope you'll always have the best ahead of you," Yunho murmured against Changmin's collarbone. Changmin felt rather than saw Yunho's smiling lips on his skin.
"And you too," Changmin couldn't help the upward twitch of his lips. "You'll do great and all, trust me. Don't get too hard on yourself. You'll be fine."
Changmin felt like he had many things to say. 'Share your burden, take one step at a time, be careful, take care, thank you,' but all seemed lost. His eyes had gotten heavier and his limbs lighter, a funny contrast. As though his body was floating while his head was on the ground.
"I know. I have you, don't I?" Yunho giggled sleepily.
Before things turned fuzzy, Changmin caught the look on Yunho's face, so serene and resolved that all Changmin's worries flew away.
"I love you," Yunho reached for his lips.
"Love you," Changmin replied, much quieter, but his kiss to Yunho's lips couldn't be any more loving.
~*~
First started : 17-1-2015
Finished : 18-2-2015 (*is a bday fic for dearest life ruiner Shim Changmin)
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