Colorless Lights
author: mmmsmellll
pairing/character: minchun, minho
genre: romance, angst
rating: nc-17
Disclaimer: don't own them
Summary: Living with his new boyfriend, how is Shim Changmin going to handle the return of his ex who broke his heart and ripped it into pieces. Or maybe he's the one who did the ripping and breaking? AN: written for kiss-yoomin contest
The man moves out from the porch, closing the door. Wiping off his sweat on his shirt, he flicks on the air con before flopping against the couch. He holds his pencil and sketchbook in hand, as he tries to draw. He leans back against the couch as his mind begins to wonder.
Changmin's on the couch when Yoochun walks in. His face is pale, hair slightly damp as he slips off his coat. the tall man leans back in his chair as Yoochun moves to stand behind it, not having to look over Changmin's shoulder to see he's drawing something.
It's rare for the man to draw at home and Yoochun smiles, going to step back but Changmin's hand reaches out, tips of his fingers red from the pastel tucked behind his ear. Yoochun's eyes focus as he feels Changmin's fingers on his cold cheek and he looks at the man. "Yes?"
Changmin strokes his cheek, liking how the red looks against Yoochun's skin before he hums. "I want to draw you."
Yoochun looks at the notepad but the page is already being turned as Changmin shifts, making space for Yoochun before he looks at said man.
Yoochun blinks before nodding, dropping his bag as he sits beside Changmin. "Okay." He smiles.
Changmin watches Yoochun through half lidded eyes as the man rides him. They're cramped up together, just like Changmin likes, Yoochun's knees digging his side and Changmin flips them over, continuing to watch as Yoochun moans. His shoulders shake with every thrust and he moans, fingers reaching out over Changmin's shoulder.
Fucking him harder, Changmin leaning down to kiss his neck, lying against the spot as he watches his hand follow along Yoochun's chest before he reaches between them to grab his cock, stroking it with a hum as Yoochun's reactions get louder.
"You're beautiful."
Yoochun's eyes snap open and he makes a weird noise in the back of throat before Changmin kisses him.
"What are you drawing?"
Changmin snaps the book closed, turning to see his boyfriend. The man's in a tank top, skin slightly flushed and it's obvious he just came from outside because the living room's freezing cold.
Changmin smiles at his boyfriend, a small fake smile but his boyfriend only reaches out to tuck hair behind his ear. Changmin smiles again, fuller and his happiness show as he sets down his pencil before he stands. "I didn't hear you come in, Yunho." He stands, sketchbook safely tucked under his arm.
"Obviously." Yunho hums, before he points up. "Your phone was ringing like crazy. I thought you were asleep or something."
Changmin shakes his head before reaching out and his fingers are gray from smudged ink. It rubs against Yunho's sweaty skin. "It's really hot outside?" he hisses, softly.
Yunho nods as feels goosebumps rise but he ignores it because Changmin was barely touching him. He moves closer to the back of the couch as Changmin's cups his cheek, smile gone and eyes curious. "come on."
It's English and Yunho hates how it always makes him weak in the knees.
Yunho grunts as Changmin fingers stroke him from the inside. Their bedroom is just as cold as the rest of the house. The lights are bright and they feel blinding sometimes but Changmin's fingers press deeply inside him. He lets out a whine and Changmin leans down to bite his cheek.
It's a weird kink but Yunho can't help but groan. He feels Changmin chuckle against his cheek and Yunho's body trembles. The fingers are suddenly gone and Yunho's eyes snap to see Changmin wiggling his lubed up fingers.
"Ready?"
It's English again and Yunho's neck arches as he groans. "Fuck, yes!"
Yunho sleeps beside him, back facing him. It always makes Changmin uncomfortable because he secretly likes to cuddle, soothed by the feel of someone warm in his arms but maybe Yunho didn't want to cuddle because it's so fucking hot and their fucking didn't really help in that situation. Changmin ignores the voice that points out the air con that's on full blast in the corner of the room.
Shaking his head, Changmin moves off the bed, stark naked as he moves out the room to his cell phone that's still sitting on the table beside his closed sketchbook. He wonders how he did miss it, if it rang, before he opens it up. He hums when he sees the picture of Jaejoong.
Rolling his neck, Changmin calls back. The line picks up half a ring in. "Yo, Changmin, guess what."
Changmin perks an eyebrow, curious. "What?"
As the man on the phone speaks, the phone drops from Changmin's fingers and he swallows, staring at the phone, confused. He goes to pick it up but his legs give out from under him as he hears Jaejoong's words echo in his head.
"Yoochun's back."
Changmin's at Jaejoong's apartment in twenty minutes. He pounds on the door, not sure if the phone call is a prank but he's ashamed that just hearing that name has him almost running out the house, completely nude.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Changmin wants to curse at the fact that it looks like he dressed in a hurry. Ending up dressed in sweat pants, a turtle neck and a sweater, yeah really fucking perfect for 40 degree weather, NOT.
"Fuck." He hisses, once again wiping sweat off his forehead.
Knocking again, Changmin steps back, trying to calm down. It's hard to thinking when his brain was practically fucking melting. He shakes out his muscles, rolling his neck with a deep breath, trying to sort out what he was thinking and feeling.
The door suddenly opens. Every muscle in Changmin's body immediately loosens and he loses his breath at the sight of the man at the door, bites his lip, opening the door before looking away.
"You fucking slut, I fucking saw you."
His boyfriend's annoyed expression is immediately replaced by cuteness as his tilts his head, cuteness levels turned to a hundred and before he can speak, a hand meets his cheek.
Changmin immediately wipes his own face because he's sobbing like a bitch and this man didn't deserve to see how much he's broken him. "How fucking dare you, Yoochun?!"
"Jaejoong's inside."
It's Yoochun's awkward voice. His eyes shift from Changmin's face to the ground. "It's been a while, Changmin-ah."
Changmin wants to remind Yoochun that he's left town for two years but that voice that one that sounds suspicious like the man in the doorway, will immediately scream back. YOUASKEDMETO!
Changmin twitches at the memory, snorting as he shoves past the man, not even caring that their shoulders bump and how his body urges him to stay close to the man, to stay close to Yoochun.
"I FUCKING LOVED YOU! TREATED YOU LIKE A QUEEN AND YOU DO THIS TO ME" Changmin watches how his lover's knees buckle as he sobs, trying to say something, to explain but Changmin only walks past him. "I never want to fucking see you again."
It's cold inside Jaejoong's apartment and Changmin wants to rejoice.
"Changmin?" the man at the door speaks.
Changmin hums as he remembers he's being spoken to. "Has it? I didn't even notice you gone." It's an obvious lie but Yoochun swallows and Changmin can't help but notice.
"You've lost weight." He hisses. Yoochunn doesn't look up and Changmin sees that his hair is now red and that the delightful smell of apples that usually emanates from him is replaced by a just as delightful, smell of peaches but it only adds to his fuel. "Soon you'll be practically nothing, just skin and bones."
Before Yoochun can reply, he's cut off by Jaejoong's voice. "Who is it, Yoochun?!" Jaejoong appears immediately stopping when he sees the two men. "Changmin-ah! Long time no see! How's Yunho?"
"Yunho?" Yoochun mumbles, confused.
Changmin tries to say something but nothing comes out but when Jaejoong opens his mouth to explain, Changmin immediately cuts him off. "My roommate." He lying and he's not even sure why. 'that's a lie, he knows exactly why.'
Jaejoong suddenly smirks. "Should I leave you two to talk?"
Changmin snorts, remembering he hates this man before crossing his arms. "We have nothing to talk about."
Yoochun bites his lip before he suddenly walks out.
Jaejoong watches him before rolling his eyes. "Dramatic." He looks at Changmin to see he's gone and he grins. "Bingo."
Yoochun takes a deep breath before grinning as he enters the elevator. He's safe. He wipes his brow as he leans against the wall because he wasn't confident he'd get away that easy. His eyes stay closed as the door begins to close. Thinking about Changmin and how their relationship ended, Yoochun sighs.
As the elevator moves, Yoochun reaches out towards the buttons when the door opens because Jaejoong would kill him for just leaving. Changmin's standing across from him, eyes pissed and slightly out of breath as sweat pours down his face, not that either notices.
The sight of Changmin makes Yoochun's hand go limp, immediately cursing at his bad luck before he looks at the man, heart pounding. "Are you going to tell me you hate me?" He whispers. He's not mocking or bitter, he's in pain.
Yoochun's not sure why it's the first thing he asks but he prays he'll never hear Changmin say it to him. Yoochun's positive if the man said it; he'd probably break into tiny pieces.
Changmin's heart seizes up and he swallows as the doors fly open a few floors below Jaejoong's floor. "No." he hisses as he steps out, turning to watch Yoochun for a second, he loved this man, cherished him. "I'm not going to say anything to you."
Yoochun's lip trembles and his eyes are already red as he stares at Changmin. "Y-you don't want to even try and listen to me?"
The doors begins to close and Changmin quickly shakes his head. "I'll never forgive you."
As the door shuts, Changmin slaps his forehead before leaning against the cool metal of the door. He wipes his sweat on his sleeve as he remembers that he's in sweats. He wants to kill himself, thinking of idiotic behavior thanks to Yoochun's sudden presence.
''you have to hold those stupid feelings in." Changmin hisses as he thinks of running down a flight of stairs in a flash all just to see Yoochun again and without thinking, he even entered the elevator.
Changmin takes a deep breath because it had taken every fiber not to try to hold the man he loved for so long.
Stepping out the building, Changmin glares up at the blistering sun with dark eyes. "It's fucking September, cool down." He hisses just as his cellphone rings.
Swallowing, Changmin opens it. "Hello."
He hears Yunho whine. "Baby~ Come home. You didn't even tell me you left."
Changmin smiles a bit, as he turns towards his apartment. "I'm sorry. I was just getting some snacks." Another lie and he's not sure why he finds it so much easier to lie to Yunho.
It's hot outside and Yoochun huffs, covering his eyes when a shadow falls over him. Looking up, Yoochun frowns a little. "H-he doesn't want to see me."
Jaejoong nods a little before he smiles. "Yoochun, you've been stressing yourself ever since you came back."
Yoochun looks down at the ground, nodding. "He's supposed to be with me."
The statement is brutally honest and Jaejoong looks away, blushing. "If you're meant to be, you'll be." Yoochun glares before Jaejoong grins. "How about we celebrate Chuseok a new way?"
Yoochun tilts his head. "I promised my umma I'd eat at her house."
Yunho makes grabby hands at the black bag in Changmin's hands and the other man just drops everything on the bed making Yunho laugh as he jumps on the bed too.
Changmin lies in Yunho's lap, snuggling him as Yunho pets his hair, happy. Changmin's mind not in the moment though, thoughts on the man he just seen. He looks up at Yunho. "So for Chuseok my umma wants to get out of the city for a little."
Yunho looks down with a bright smile. "Oh yeah?"
Changmin nods before he leans up to whisper in Yunho's ear. "I'm kind of hard."
Yunho's mouth can be considered talented but Changmin only stares up at the ceiling. His eyes close and all he sees is Yoochun above him, feeling a whisper against his ear and all he smells is peaches. Reaching out, he fists soft hair. He tugs and when he feels a moan around his cock, it makes Changmin grunt.
It feels good but Changmin can only see Yoochun looking at him, touching him.
"Do you want to come?" a voice hisses.
"Fuck." Changmin curses as he releases.
the next day
Yoochun looks at the sculptures and other art pieces with a red face. They were so amazing while he could only do his best, something that barely got him anywhere. Shoulders heaving, Yoochun wonders why Jaejoong made him come to Jeju with him on such short notice. "Tell your mom I have two tickets to Jeju and I'm not going alone like some weirdo."
Turning, Yoochun's eyes widen in horror as he spots Changmin's umma, said man not far behind. Yoochun quickly turns, ready to escape when a voice shouts. "YOOCHUN-OPPA!"
Yoochun sighs, wondering how long he's had such horrible luck. Turning, he spots Changmin glaring at him, two years, a voice hisses in the back of his head, Yoochun can't help but notice how similar it sounds to the man walking towards him.
Changmin's not sure how Yoochun gets invited to their dinner but he thinks of his umma's eyes, bright and cheery, a look she hasn't given Yunho once since they've been introduced before she glares at him, mouthing 'Convince him to come'. Changmin swears the woman knows something she doesn't because Changmin pretty sure he thoroughly explained how Yoochun cheated and broke his heart. Sighing, Changmin glares at Yoochun, watching the man shrink under his glare while he reaches out for Yunho's hand, forgetting his lover that's been at his side the entire time.
"Come to dinner with us." Changmin hisses, feeling the hand laced with his tighten.
His two sister nod, clapping. "We haven't introduced Yunho!" one squeaks and Changmin's eyes are dark as he tries to melt a hole in the girl's face but she doesn't notice as she pulls the tall man from her brother's side.
"Yunho?" Yoochun asks before he looks up at the man suddenly thrown at him. "The roommate?"
Yunho laughs, a bit mocking. "The boyfriend."
Yoochun goes frozen; mouth opening a few times and his eyes are wet. He tries to control it but he fails, eyes looking at Changmin, betrayal in his eyes. Changmin looks away because he can read the words in his eyes. 'I thought he was your roommate.'
Yoochun suddenly points off, turning. "I-I have to f-find Jaejoong."
They watch him go before all eyes fall on Changmin. A hand slaps his shoulder and he looks away from where Yoochun had gone to his Umma. "What?"
"Go tell him what restaurant we're going to."
Changmin wants to veto to the highest power but he nods, walking past his family.
Yunho reaches out, a bit unsure. "You want me to g-"
Changmin shakes his head, holding his hand up. "I'll be okay." He says, softly.
Changmin finds Yoochun in the smoker's section. He hates that he feels like such a puppy as he moves to stand beside Yoochun. It's always been like this where Changmin doesn't know why he follows Yoochun but he always does, like a fool.
It's quiet between them and the urge to grab Yoochun's hand is great but Changmin slaps the urge away in his head.
Yoochun doesn't look back once, waiting until he's in the bathroom to light a cigarette. It's a sight Changmin hasn't seen in so long, his stomach aches from the butterflies.
"I thought he was your roommate." Yoochun finally speaks.
Changmin sniffs, impatiently before he snatches the cigarette from Yoochun's mouth, more entranced by the taste of citrus then the actual feeling of release. "I don't have to tell you anything."
Yoochun nods, whispering, softly. "I know."
It's silent but it still makes Changmin feel like shit because he fucking lied and he shakes his head to himself because this is all Yoochun's fault.
"Aww, don't you guys look sweet?"
Changmin tenses as he turns, not realizing that Yoochun does the same thing.
the man's too close to his lover. To his boy and Changmin drops the art supplies he's carrying, practically flings them. The man, Kim Junsu, it could have been anyone else and Changmin wouldn't have cared. He would go back home and when Yoochun would come; he'd fuck him as if he knows nothing until he forgets but not if it's this man, this mother fuck. Not that fucking Kim Junsu. Suddenly he looks up, that fucker, that Kim Junsu and he smirks, fuck Changmin wanted to kill him.
He watches that son of a bitch, that Kim Junsu wrap an arm around Yoochun's shoulders, stepping closer. Yoochun doesn't looks up only smiles, fucking smiles for him, for that fucking Kim Junsu. Changmin doesn't want to watch any longer but he does and suddenly that man, that fucker, Kim Junsu he's kissing him, he's kissing his Park Yoochun.
"Fucking, Kim Junsu." Changmin rolls his eyes, crushing the cigarette in the ash tray. "What a fucking perfect day."
Junsu smirks, mocking. "I feel your love." He eyes Yoochun, smirk widening. "How has it been?"
"Fuck off." Yoochun snaps, not even facing Junsu.
Junsu blows him a kiss. "You know you loved it."
Yoochun eyes fill with tears as he turns to Junsu, not even giving him a chance before he punches him. "I fucking hate you!" he shouts before stomping off.
Changmin looks at Yoochun as he stomps off before he immediately turns to follow him but Junsu's voice stops him.
"Get over yourself you fucking puppy dog, he's not interested in your lame ass. Remember what happened the last time?"
Changmin doesn't even turn, hating for a moment that the fucker has something over his head. "He's not interested in you either, obviously."
It's raining, just like when they first met, when he walks outside except it's hot as fuck and Changmin finds he's sweating. Eyes narrowing, Changmin silently thanks Jeju for being so hot all the damn time when he spots Yoochun. He's crouching, another cigarette hanging from his lips. Yoochun immediately looks up at him, cheeks red and hair wet against his face.
Changmin can't help but notice how beautiful he is, all over again.
"I didn't know you knew Junsu." Yoochun whispers, leaning his elbow on his knee before prompting his face in his hand. There's a squishing sound as he shifts. "I should've figured; you guys kind of draw the same." He suddenly smiles to himself, tapping his thumbs against his wet cheek and there's soft pitter platter sound. "Except Changmin-ah draws better."
"Why were you fucking him then?" Changmin hisses without thinking.
The cigarette in Yoochun's mouth drops to the wet ground as he stares at Changmin. "F-Fuck, Ki-Kim Junsu?" His eyes narrow as he stands. "You think I would fuck Kim Junsu? You think I would allow him to put his hands on me? I can barely stand to be in the same room as him."
"I saw you two kissing that day."
Yoochun's eyes are wet but Changmin's not sure if that's the rain. That's just a lie he's telling himself though.
"Yeah, he kissed me, he fucked kiss me and I immediately punched him in the face just like I did right now. Is that why-" his face scrunches up as he forms the words. "I-it was all him! You just never trusted me, did you?!"
Before Changmin can reply, Yoochun slaps him; it feels even worst because of the rain before Yoochun turns the other way, walking off. He stops a few feet away to turn, glaring at Changmin. "Fuck you, Shim Changmin, fuck you!"
Changmin hugs himself as he listens to Yoochun's wet steps as he walks off because suddenly it's so cold.
Yoochun's in tears when he finds his way back to the hotel. He wipes his face, ashamed of himself. "Fucking Kim Junsu, I hate him so much!" he hisses, not sure he knows a man worse than Kim Junsu. Moving to the elevators, Yoochun's hands curl into fists as he thinks about how Changmin so easily believed it. Punching the button, he growls before he tears up. "You stupid man."
The elevator door opens and Yoochun looks up to see Yunho. He blinks when he sees Yoochun, soaking wet, before stepping out.
Yoochun doesn't even give him the time of day, stepping past him. He hits the sixth button, annoyed when the hand stops the door. Yoochun looks up to see Yunho. He sighs, crossing his arms. "yes?"
Yunho swallows. "You're his ex, right?" Yoochun nods and he can't help but notice how Yunho suddenly looks like a deer in headlights. "He belongs to me now." The voice is soft and unconfident.
With anger in his eyes, Yoochun glares at Yunho as he presses the door close button. "So, fucking what?"
Yunho walks into the lobby to see Changmin, soaking wet as they move towards each other. He looks broken as his arms tighten around himself. "What happened?"
Changmin looks from the ground to his lovers eyes. For a moment, he has to urge to explain everything from the day he found Yoochun to the day he dumped him but he shakes his head, voice soft because he feels so weak. "It's raining."
Changmin's eyes widen as he spots the other teen, tucked under his usual tree. " it was the rain season." he raises his hand, beckoning Changmin over so they could share. With no hesitation, Changmin stands beside him, heart pounding. The other man is shorter and the smell of apples overpowers the smell of rain. His smile is bright, skin a bit damp. " Rain season, huh?" Changmin nods, smiling back because there was nothing else to say. It’s silent for a while before Changmin holds out his hand. "Shim, Changmin.
The man smiles but grabs his hand. "Yoochun."
Yoochun doesn't come to dinner but Jaejoong does, smirk wide throughout the entire dinner.
Changmin ignores everyone's stares, not wanting to explain his red cheek but he thinks it's pretty obvious.
"Yah, Jaejoong-ah, were you the one that told Yoochun I was Changmin's roommate?"
Changmin freezes, looking up at Jaejoong. Their eyes meet; Changmin swallows while Jaejoong's smirk widens. "I didn't know you guys were exclusive, my bad." Changmin wants to thank the heavens because Jaejoong actually is a good friend when he's not being a major asshole. "So I heard Kim Junsu's in town…"
All eyes are on Changmin again and he growls. "We ran into each other."
Yunho blinks. "Who's Junsu?"
Changmin's eyes narrow. "We had the same Seonsaeng-nim, I passed while Junsu didn't." He shrugs at the end of it, not wanting to explain the rift in him and Junsu's friendship.
Lucky for him, his sister begins to talk. "Wasn't Yoochun learning art from him?" or maybe unluckily?
The metal chopsticks in Changmin's hands clatter to the table and everyone looks at him. He coughs, picking up his chopsticks, not missing how Jaejoong's smirk widens.
Changmin suddenly stands because he needed to know. Yoochun had fucking said it himself, Changmin-ah draws better. , so why? Everyone looks at him and he points. "I'm-I'm not feeling good."
They had the same teacher and they were taught the exact same way but Changmin always thought that Junsu's art was much better, more creative and colorful.
Changmin never really cared what people think about his sketches because as long as Yoochun always looks in awe, whispering My Minnie drew this? My Minnie's too amazing!. No one will ever matter.
For Junsu though, it wasn't the same. Everyone had to see his work and he was the best but it turns out their Seonsaeng-nim didn't think he was that great. "You have no feeling." Their Seonsaeng-nim turns to Changmin, squeezing his shoulder. "Whoever you drew this for; he means the world to you."
The entire class watches and with a bright blush, Changmin can only nod.
"Feelings?" Junsu snorts. "What bullshit. That's not what art is about."
Junsu didn't past that class that semester.
"Where are you going?" Changmin say nothing and Yunho growls. "To see him, right?"
Changmin looks at Yunho before leaning over to kiss him. "I'm just not feeling good." He smiles a bit, tracing a finger along Yunho's cheek. "I'll be right upstairs, why are you nervous?"
Yunho turns red, embarrassed. "I'll go with you."
Changmin smiles, kissing him again. "Go to dinner with my umma, you still haven't convinced you're the one for me."
Yunho smiles a bit before nodding. "I'll do my best."
Changmin holds up his fist, grinning when Yunho hits his fist softly. "Fighting."
The doors open and Changmin steps in, smiling at Yunho until the doors close. His phone goes off and he opens it to see a suite number. 606.
Yunho bites his lip, watching the elevator. "So, fucking what?" Shaking off the thought, Yunho takes a deep breath; the burden on his shoulders is suddenly gone when the elevator stops at the fifth floor, staying there. Walking from the elevator, Yunho grins, missing when the elevator moves up to six and completely stops.
Changmin presses five, slamming his phone shut. He shakes the thought off before leaning against the wall. As the elevator stops, Changmin sighs, moving to the door. They open and he takes one step out, other foot stuck in the elevator. He touches his cheek before he steps back in, hand going to the buttons and pressing six.
"Fuck."
Yoochun opens the door to see Changmin, eyes on the floor. He wets his lip, wondering what to say but Changmin cuts him off.
"Why did you ask Junsu to teach you to draw?" Changmin says, finally looking up. "Why not me?"
Yoochun rolls his eyes, going to close the door but Changmin holds it open, stepping in. "Please, just please." His heart pounds. "Why him? I believe anything you say just please." He goes silent, mouthing the word. 'Why?'
Yoochun tears up and he sniffs as the tears begin falling because he can't hold it in anymore. "Y-you always make so many beautiful things for me and you draw me, all the time it's always you who creates." He wipes his eyes. "W-Why not me, why just once when I try to make something for you it's get thrown back at me. I-it would've been crappy bu-but you would've accepted it, I k-" he's cut off by Changmin kissing him.
Yunho sighs as he puts in the code for his room with Changmin before pulling it open. It's quiet, the living room completely empty and he perks an eyebrow, wondering if Changmin went to sleep. Setting down the extra plate of food, Yunho moves to the bedroom.
"Changmin-ah~, I come bearing foo…" he trails off as he spots the completely empty room, bed empty.
Moving over to the phone, Yunho calls Changmin's sisters and his mother but neither knows where he is. Slamming the phone down, Yunho screams, moving to Changmin's suitcase and flinging it. It hits the wall and Yunho sighs when it pops open, everything falling out.
Spotting his boyfriend's sketchbook, Yunho moves to it. His heart pounds as he picks it up, not hesitating as he flips through it. The book immediately falls from his hands when he sees what they're off, or rather who.
Behind him, there's a crashing sound.
Yoochun moans as Changmin attacks his neck. He belongs to me now. Yoochun's eyes snap open and he sighs because it's not fair. "Changmin, we can't."
Cursing, the man above him pulls back, chest heaving. "I know." Changmin pulls back, dropping against the couch. He tries to straighten his clothes but gives up.
Yoochun bites his lip as he pushes himself up. The silence is awkward and he wants to cry because him and Changmin were never awkward.
"I'm sorry." Changmin suddenly stays, standing and Yoochun looks at him. Changmin looks at him, serious. "I called you so many things and I cursed you, I wanted you to hurt as much as I did when the only person who was wrong was me."
Yoochun nods, heart pounding. "I'm sorry for breaking your paint brushes." He whispers and Changmin chuckles, nodding. "I understand."
Changmin enters his hotel room in silence, eyes perking at the plate of food on the counter. He snatches it up, immediately digging in when he hears a thud from the bedroom. Wetting his lips, Changmin moves to the room, slowing entering. He spots Yunho and steps towards him, plate dropping when he sees what's in the man's hands.
Yunho turns, standing when he sees Changmin, sketchbook in hand. He flings the book against the ground and the sketches slide out the book. "What the fuck is this Changmin?!" he bends down to stare at them, some of sketches are in pencil, some in charcoal but they're all of Yoochun. "Two fucking years! I gave you everything!!!" Changmin swallows, shaking a bit as Yunho reaches out to grab one. "Why'd you fucking date me?!"
Before Changmin can reply, Yunho rips one in half.
Changmin's shaking worsens as Yunho grabs more, ripping them all in half. "STOP!" Changmin shouts, hands out.
Yunho looks at him, angry and Changmin kneels, eyes wet, as he reaches out to touch the destroyed sketches. He wets his lips as he runs his fingers along the red charcoal of one that Yunho didn't touch. "I didn't want to love him an-" He's cut off by Yunho, screaming. "DIDN'T?! What about me, Changmin?! I've given you the last two fucking years of my life." He slaps Changmin repeatedly before he breaks down, sobbing. "I FUCKING LOVED YOU!"
Changmin nods, sniffing a bit and the heavy feeling in his chest worsens. "I wanted to lov-"
Yunho shoves him away. "YOU FUCKING LIAR, YOU NEVER CARED! Y-You never cared about me at all." His voice cracks as he stands, stomping on the sketches as he walks past Changmin. "I fucking hate you."
Changmin nods, tears in his eyes, ignoring how much his cheeks sting. "I know."
Yunho opens the door, shaking. "I, I never want to see you again."
Changmin nods, even though the door shuts and Yunho's far gone. "I understand." He whispers.
Yoochun eyes Jaejoong as he tiptoes into the room. "What are you doing?"
Jaejoong sees he's alone and shakes his head, moving towards his room door. "I thought you were asleep."
Yoochun touches his neck, remembering how Changmin's lips felt. "I-I told him to go back."
Jaejoong turns to him but Yoochun doesn't face him. "Are you okay with this?"
Yoochun shakes his head and Jaejoong nods to himself. "You should sleep, Yoochun."
Yoochun doesn't anything else and Jaejoong moves into his room.
Changmin wakes up to see his Umma. She smiles a bit before slapping the side of his head. "Are you an idiot?"
Changmin looks at her, a bit dazed, cheeks still bright red from the slap attack. "Yes." He nods. "yes, I am."
It catches his mother off guard and she sighs as she sits beside him, rubbing his back. "You hungry?"
Changmin shakes his head, sitting up. He buries his face in his hands before he peeks out, smiling a bit. "I could eat."
His mother laughs as she moves back to the kitchen.
Two days later
It's windy as Yoochun walks to the front of Changmin's family house. Sighing at the cool breeze against his skin, Yoochun thanks the heaven for the break in hot weather. "It's fucking September." He reminds no one as he reaches out to knock at the door.
Yoochun paces a bit as he waits for the door to open. He looks at the canvas in hand with a bite of his lips. "I should just g-" he cuts himself off as the door flies open to reveal Changmin and he blinks at Yoochun. "What are you doing here?"
Yoochun turns pink before he holds out the canvas. "I was just going to drop it off but um, here. Even though it's so old." His voice gets lower and lower. "You never use to show me your sketches but… I wanted you to see the only one I did."
Changmin grabs the canvas, eyes brightening up as he reaches out to trace the curve of his own nose. It's a charcoal painting, just as he prefers, of himself. Without Changmin knowing, his face breaks out into a smile and he looks at Yoochun, smiling. "Thank you. It's perfect."
Yoochun bites his lip but grabs it because Changmin never shows him his sketches. He smiles, slightly before remembering something. "W-what are you doing here?"
Changmin looks at the canvas in hand before looking at Yoochun. "Yunho dumped me." He hums a bit. "You should've seen my face."
Yoochun blushes, looking down. "I'm sorry."
Changmin hums. "Nah, it was going to happen but it's your fault, really."
Outraged, Yoochun points at Changmin. "Yah! You lie!"
Changmin shakes his head, honestly and teasing. "If you never came back, I would've never realized I still loved you."
That has Yoochun completely quiet and he looks down. "Is that bad?" he says, hushed.
Changmin looks down at the canvas before hugging it against his chest. "No." he nods his head. "Thank you."
Yoochun looks up just to have Changmin kiss him. Yoochun stares at Changmin for a moment before he wraps his arms around him, pulling him close; the kiss deepens as Changmin pulls the canvas behind him so there's nothing between them.
They pull away but Changmin holds Yoochun against his chest. "I love you, Yoochun, so much."
Yoochun clings tighter to him, shoulders shaking and he chokes. "I love you too, moron."
Yoochun watches Changmin sketch with a pout. The man doesn't seem to notice, eyes intense as he tries to draw correctly. He looks up and begins to laugh when he sees Yoochun's expression. "what?"
Yoochun's pout deepens. "You never show me your drawings. Will you ever show me them?"
Changmin laughs again, going back to drawing. "Nope."
Changmin draws Yoochun while he sleeps. He has a few of his sketches laid out in front of him and he blushes, looking them over and comparing. They're all of Yoochun sleeping; some from different angles and some exactly the same.
Changmin wonders how the man hasn't figured out that almost everything he draws is of him.
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pairing/character: minchun, minho
genre: romance, angst
rating: nc-17
Disclaimer: don't own them
Summary: Living with his new boyfriend, how is Shim Changmin going to handle the return of his ex who broke his heart and ripped it into pieces. Or maybe he's the one who did the ripping and breaking? AN: written for kiss-yoomin contest
The man moves out from the porch, closing the door. Wiping off his sweat on his shirt, he flicks on the air con before flopping against the couch. He holds his pencil and sketchbook in hand, as he tries to draw. He leans back against the couch as his mind begins to wonder.
Changmin's on the couch when Yoochun walks in. His face is pale, hair slightly damp as he slips off his coat. the tall man leans back in his chair as Yoochun moves to stand behind it, not having to look over Changmin's shoulder to see he's drawing something.
It's rare for the man to draw at home and Yoochun smiles, going to step back but Changmin's hand reaches out, tips of his fingers red from the pastel tucked behind his ear. Yoochun's eyes focus as he feels Changmin's fingers on his cold cheek and he looks at the man. "Yes?"
Changmin strokes his cheek, liking how the red looks against Yoochun's skin before he hums. "I want to draw you."
Yoochun looks at the notepad but the page is already being turned as Changmin shifts, making space for Yoochun before he looks at said man.
Yoochun blinks before nodding, dropping his bag as he sits beside Changmin. "Okay." He smiles.
Changmin watches Yoochun through half lidded eyes as the man rides him. They're cramped up together, just like Changmin likes, Yoochun's knees digging his side and Changmin flips them over, continuing to watch as Yoochun moans. His shoulders shake with every thrust and he moans, fingers reaching out over Changmin's shoulder.
Fucking him harder, Changmin leaning down to kiss his neck, lying against the spot as he watches his hand follow along Yoochun's chest before he reaches between them to grab his cock, stroking it with a hum as Yoochun's reactions get louder.
"You're beautiful."
Yoochun's eyes snap open and he makes a weird noise in the back of throat before Changmin kisses him.
"What are you drawing?"
Changmin snaps the book closed, turning to see his boyfriend. The man's in a tank top, skin slightly flushed and it's obvious he just came from outside because the living room's freezing cold.
Changmin smiles at his boyfriend, a small fake smile but his boyfriend only reaches out to tuck hair behind his ear. Changmin smiles again, fuller and his happiness show as he sets down his pencil before he stands. "I didn't hear you come in, Yunho." He stands, sketchbook safely tucked under his arm.
"Obviously." Yunho hums, before he points up. "Your phone was ringing like crazy. I thought you were asleep or something."
Changmin shakes his head before reaching out and his fingers are gray from smudged ink. It rubs against Yunho's sweaty skin. "It's really hot outside?" he hisses, softly.
Yunho nods as feels goosebumps rise but he ignores it because Changmin was barely touching him. He moves closer to the back of the couch as Changmin's cups his cheek, smile gone and eyes curious. "come on."
It's English and Yunho hates how it always makes him weak in the knees.
Yunho grunts as Changmin fingers stroke him from the inside. Their bedroom is just as cold as the rest of the house. The lights are bright and they feel blinding sometimes but Changmin's fingers press deeply inside him. He lets out a whine and Changmin leans down to bite his cheek.
It's a weird kink but Yunho can't help but groan. He feels Changmin chuckle against his cheek and Yunho's body trembles. The fingers are suddenly gone and Yunho's eyes snap to see Changmin wiggling his lubed up fingers.
"Ready?"
It's English again and Yunho's neck arches as he groans. "Fuck, yes!"
Yunho sleeps beside him, back facing him. It always makes Changmin uncomfortable because he secretly likes to cuddle, soothed by the feel of someone warm in his arms but maybe Yunho didn't want to cuddle because it's so fucking hot and their fucking didn't really help in that situation. Changmin ignores the voice that points out the air con that's on full blast in the corner of the room.
Shaking his head, Changmin moves off the bed, stark naked as he moves out the room to his cell phone that's still sitting on the table beside his closed sketchbook. He wonders how he did miss it, if it rang, before he opens it up. He hums when he sees the picture of Jaejoong.
Rolling his neck, Changmin calls back. The line picks up half a ring in. "Yo, Changmin, guess what."
Changmin perks an eyebrow, curious. "What?"
As the man on the phone speaks, the phone drops from Changmin's fingers and he swallows, staring at the phone, confused. He goes to pick it up but his legs give out from under him as he hears Jaejoong's words echo in his head.
"Yoochun's back."
Changmin's at Jaejoong's apartment in twenty minutes. He pounds on the door, not sure if the phone call is a prank but he's ashamed that just hearing that name has him almost running out the house, completely nude.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Changmin wants to curse at the fact that it looks like he dressed in a hurry. Ending up dressed in sweat pants, a turtle neck and a sweater, yeah really fucking perfect for 40 degree weather, NOT.
"Fuck." He hisses, once again wiping sweat off his forehead.
Knocking again, Changmin steps back, trying to calm down. It's hard to thinking when his brain was practically fucking melting. He shakes out his muscles, rolling his neck with a deep breath, trying to sort out what he was thinking and feeling.
The door suddenly opens. Every muscle in Changmin's body immediately loosens and he loses his breath at the sight of the man at the door, bites his lip, opening the door before looking away.
"You fucking slut, I fucking saw you."
His boyfriend's annoyed expression is immediately replaced by cuteness as his tilts his head, cuteness levels turned to a hundred and before he can speak, a hand meets his cheek.
Changmin immediately wipes his own face because he's sobbing like a bitch and this man didn't deserve to see how much he's broken him. "How fucking dare you, Yoochun?!"
"Jaejoong's inside."
It's Yoochun's awkward voice. His eyes shift from Changmin's face to the ground. "It's been a while, Changmin-ah."
Changmin wants to remind Yoochun that he's left town for two years but that voice that one that sounds suspicious like the man in the doorway, will immediately scream back. YOUASKEDMETO!
Changmin twitches at the memory, snorting as he shoves past the man, not even caring that their shoulders bump and how his body urges him to stay close to the man, to stay close to Yoochun.
"I FUCKING LOVED YOU! TREATED YOU LIKE A QUEEN AND YOU DO THIS TO ME" Changmin watches how his lover's knees buckle as he sobs, trying to say something, to explain but Changmin only walks past him. "I never want to fucking see you again."
It's cold inside Jaejoong's apartment and Changmin wants to rejoice.
"Changmin?" the man at the door speaks.
Changmin hums as he remembers he's being spoken to. "Has it? I didn't even notice you gone." It's an obvious lie but Yoochun swallows and Changmin can't help but notice.
"You've lost weight." He hisses. Yoochunn doesn't look up and Changmin sees that his hair is now red and that the delightful smell of apples that usually emanates from him is replaced by a just as delightful, smell of peaches but it only adds to his fuel. "Soon you'll be practically nothing, just skin and bones."
Before Yoochun can reply, he's cut off by Jaejoong's voice. "Who is it, Yoochun?!" Jaejoong appears immediately stopping when he sees the two men. "Changmin-ah! Long time no see! How's Yunho?"
"Yunho?" Yoochun mumbles, confused.
Changmin tries to say something but nothing comes out but when Jaejoong opens his mouth to explain, Changmin immediately cuts him off. "My roommate." He lying and he's not even sure why. 'that's a lie, he knows exactly why.'
Jaejoong suddenly smirks. "Should I leave you two to talk?"
Changmin snorts, remembering he hates this man before crossing his arms. "We have nothing to talk about."
Yoochun bites his lip before he suddenly walks out.
Jaejoong watches him before rolling his eyes. "Dramatic." He looks at Changmin to see he's gone and he grins. "Bingo."
Yoochun takes a deep breath before grinning as he enters the elevator. He's safe. He wipes his brow as he leans against the wall because he wasn't confident he'd get away that easy. His eyes stay closed as the door begins to close. Thinking about Changmin and how their relationship ended, Yoochun sighs.
As the elevator moves, Yoochun reaches out towards the buttons when the door opens because Jaejoong would kill him for just leaving. Changmin's standing across from him, eyes pissed and slightly out of breath as sweat pours down his face, not that either notices.
The sight of Changmin makes Yoochun's hand go limp, immediately cursing at his bad luck before he looks at the man, heart pounding. "Are you going to tell me you hate me?" He whispers. He's not mocking or bitter, he's in pain.
Yoochun's not sure why it's the first thing he asks but he prays he'll never hear Changmin say it to him. Yoochun's positive if the man said it; he'd probably break into tiny pieces.
Changmin's heart seizes up and he swallows as the doors fly open a few floors below Jaejoong's floor. "No." he hisses as he steps out, turning to watch Yoochun for a second, he loved this man, cherished him. "I'm not going to say anything to you."
Yoochun's lip trembles and his eyes are already red as he stares at Changmin. "Y-you don't want to even try and listen to me?"
The doors begins to close and Changmin quickly shakes his head. "I'll never forgive you."
As the door shuts, Changmin slaps his forehead before leaning against the cool metal of the door. He wipes his sweat on his sleeve as he remembers that he's in sweats. He wants to kill himself, thinking of idiotic behavior thanks to Yoochun's sudden presence.
''you have to hold those stupid feelings in." Changmin hisses as he thinks of running down a flight of stairs in a flash all just to see Yoochun again and without thinking, he even entered the elevator.
Changmin takes a deep breath because it had taken every fiber not to try to hold the man he loved for so long.
Stepping out the building, Changmin glares up at the blistering sun with dark eyes. "It's fucking September, cool down." He hisses just as his cellphone rings.
Swallowing, Changmin opens it. "Hello."
He hears Yunho whine. "Baby~ Come home. You didn't even tell me you left."
Changmin smiles a bit, as he turns towards his apartment. "I'm sorry. I was just getting some snacks." Another lie and he's not sure why he finds it so much easier to lie to Yunho.
It's hot outside and Yoochun huffs, covering his eyes when a shadow falls over him. Looking up, Yoochun frowns a little. "H-he doesn't want to see me."
Jaejoong nods a little before he smiles. "Yoochun, you've been stressing yourself ever since you came back."
Yoochun looks down at the ground, nodding. "He's supposed to be with me."
The statement is brutally honest and Jaejoong looks away, blushing. "If you're meant to be, you'll be." Yoochun glares before Jaejoong grins. "How about we celebrate Chuseok a new way?"
Yoochun tilts his head. "I promised my umma I'd eat at her house."
Yunho makes grabby hands at the black bag in Changmin's hands and the other man just drops everything on the bed making Yunho laugh as he jumps on the bed too.
Changmin lies in Yunho's lap, snuggling him as Yunho pets his hair, happy. Changmin's mind not in the moment though, thoughts on the man he just seen. He looks up at Yunho. "So for Chuseok my umma wants to get out of the city for a little."
Yunho looks down with a bright smile. "Oh yeah?"
Changmin nods before he leans up to whisper in Yunho's ear. "I'm kind of hard."
Yunho's mouth can be considered talented but Changmin only stares up at the ceiling. His eyes close and all he sees is Yoochun above him, feeling a whisper against his ear and all he smells is peaches. Reaching out, he fists soft hair. He tugs and when he feels a moan around his cock, it makes Changmin grunt.
It feels good but Changmin can only see Yoochun looking at him, touching him.
"Do you want to come?" a voice hisses.
"Fuck." Changmin curses as he releases.
the next day
Yoochun looks at the sculptures and other art pieces with a red face. They were so amazing while he could only do his best, something that barely got him anywhere. Shoulders heaving, Yoochun wonders why Jaejoong made him come to Jeju with him on such short notice. "Tell your mom I have two tickets to Jeju and I'm not going alone like some weirdo."
Turning, Yoochun's eyes widen in horror as he spots Changmin's umma, said man not far behind. Yoochun quickly turns, ready to escape when a voice shouts. "YOOCHUN-OPPA!"
Yoochun sighs, wondering how long he's had such horrible luck. Turning, he spots Changmin glaring at him, two years, a voice hisses in the back of his head, Yoochun can't help but notice how similar it sounds to the man walking towards him.
Changmin's not sure how Yoochun gets invited to their dinner but he thinks of his umma's eyes, bright and cheery, a look she hasn't given Yunho once since they've been introduced before she glares at him, mouthing 'Convince him to come'. Changmin swears the woman knows something she doesn't because Changmin pretty sure he thoroughly explained how Yoochun cheated and broke his heart. Sighing, Changmin glares at Yoochun, watching the man shrink under his glare while he reaches out for Yunho's hand, forgetting his lover that's been at his side the entire time.
"Come to dinner with us." Changmin hisses, feeling the hand laced with his tighten.
His two sister nod, clapping. "We haven't introduced Yunho!" one squeaks and Changmin's eyes are dark as he tries to melt a hole in the girl's face but she doesn't notice as she pulls the tall man from her brother's side.
"Yunho?" Yoochun asks before he looks up at the man suddenly thrown at him. "The roommate?"
Yunho laughs, a bit mocking. "The boyfriend."
Yoochun goes frozen; mouth opening a few times and his eyes are wet. He tries to control it but he fails, eyes looking at Changmin, betrayal in his eyes. Changmin looks away because he can read the words in his eyes. 'I thought he was your roommate.'
Yoochun suddenly points off, turning. "I-I have to f-find Jaejoong."
They watch him go before all eyes fall on Changmin. A hand slaps his shoulder and he looks away from where Yoochun had gone to his Umma. "What?"
"Go tell him what restaurant we're going to."
Changmin wants to veto to the highest power but he nods, walking past his family.
Yunho reaches out, a bit unsure. "You want me to g-"
Changmin shakes his head, holding his hand up. "I'll be okay." He says, softly.
Changmin finds Yoochun in the smoker's section. He hates that he feels like such a puppy as he moves to stand beside Yoochun. It's always been like this where Changmin doesn't know why he follows Yoochun but he always does, like a fool.
It's quiet between them and the urge to grab Yoochun's hand is great but Changmin slaps the urge away in his head.
Yoochun doesn't look back once, waiting until he's in the bathroom to light a cigarette. It's a sight Changmin hasn't seen in so long, his stomach aches from the butterflies.
"I thought he was your roommate." Yoochun finally speaks.
Changmin sniffs, impatiently before he snatches the cigarette from Yoochun's mouth, more entranced by the taste of citrus then the actual feeling of release. "I don't have to tell you anything."
Yoochun nods, whispering, softly. "I know."
It's silent but it still makes Changmin feel like shit because he fucking lied and he shakes his head to himself because this is all Yoochun's fault.
"Aww, don't you guys look sweet?"
Changmin tenses as he turns, not realizing that Yoochun does the same thing.
the man's too close to his lover. To his boy and Changmin drops the art supplies he's carrying, practically flings them. The man, Kim Junsu, it could have been anyone else and Changmin wouldn't have cared. He would go back home and when Yoochun would come; he'd fuck him as if he knows nothing until he forgets but not if it's this man, this mother fuck. Not that fucking Kim Junsu. Suddenly he looks up, that fucker, that Kim Junsu and he smirks, fuck Changmin wanted to kill him.
He watches that son of a bitch, that Kim Junsu wrap an arm around Yoochun's shoulders, stepping closer. Yoochun doesn't looks up only smiles, fucking smiles for him, for that fucking Kim Junsu. Changmin doesn't want to watch any longer but he does and suddenly that man, that fucker, Kim Junsu he's kissing him, he's kissing his Park Yoochun.
"Fucking, Kim Junsu." Changmin rolls his eyes, crushing the cigarette in the ash tray. "What a fucking perfect day."
Junsu smirks, mocking. "I feel your love." He eyes Yoochun, smirk widening. "How has it been?"
"Fuck off." Yoochun snaps, not even facing Junsu.
Junsu blows him a kiss. "You know you loved it."
Yoochun eyes fill with tears as he turns to Junsu, not even giving him a chance before he punches him. "I fucking hate you!" he shouts before stomping off.
Changmin looks at Yoochun as he stomps off before he immediately turns to follow him but Junsu's voice stops him.
"Get over yourself you fucking puppy dog, he's not interested in your lame ass. Remember what happened the last time?"
Changmin doesn't even turn, hating for a moment that the fucker has something over his head. "He's not interested in you either, obviously."
It's raining, just like when they first met, when he walks outside except it's hot as fuck and Changmin finds he's sweating. Eyes narrowing, Changmin silently thanks Jeju for being so hot all the damn time when he spots Yoochun. He's crouching, another cigarette hanging from his lips. Yoochun immediately looks up at him, cheeks red and hair wet against his face.
Changmin can't help but notice how beautiful he is, all over again.
"I didn't know you knew Junsu." Yoochun whispers, leaning his elbow on his knee before prompting his face in his hand. There's a squishing sound as he shifts. "I should've figured; you guys kind of draw the same." He suddenly smiles to himself, tapping his thumbs against his wet cheek and there's soft pitter platter sound. "Except Changmin-ah draws better."
"Why were you fucking him then?" Changmin hisses without thinking.
The cigarette in Yoochun's mouth drops to the wet ground as he stares at Changmin. "F-Fuck, Ki-Kim Junsu?" His eyes narrow as he stands. "You think I would fuck Kim Junsu? You think I would allow him to put his hands on me? I can barely stand to be in the same room as him."
"I saw you two kissing that day."
Yoochun's eyes are wet but Changmin's not sure if that's the rain. That's just a lie he's telling himself though.
"Yeah, he kissed me, he fucked kiss me and I immediately punched him in the face just like I did right now. Is that why-" his face scrunches up as he forms the words. "I-it was all him! You just never trusted me, did you?!"
Before Changmin can reply, Yoochun slaps him; it feels even worst because of the rain before Yoochun turns the other way, walking off. He stops a few feet away to turn, glaring at Changmin. "Fuck you, Shim Changmin, fuck you!"
Changmin hugs himself as he listens to Yoochun's wet steps as he walks off because suddenly it's so cold.
Yoochun's in tears when he finds his way back to the hotel. He wipes his face, ashamed of himself. "Fucking Kim Junsu, I hate him so much!" he hisses, not sure he knows a man worse than Kim Junsu. Moving to the elevators, Yoochun's hands curl into fists as he thinks about how Changmin so easily believed it. Punching the button, he growls before he tears up. "You stupid man."
The elevator door opens and Yoochun looks up to see Yunho. He blinks when he sees Yoochun, soaking wet, before stepping out.
Yoochun doesn't even give him the time of day, stepping past him. He hits the sixth button, annoyed when the hand stops the door. Yoochun looks up to see Yunho. He sighs, crossing his arms. "yes?"
Yunho swallows. "You're his ex, right?" Yoochun nods and he can't help but notice how Yunho suddenly looks like a deer in headlights. "He belongs to me now." The voice is soft and unconfident.
With anger in his eyes, Yoochun glares at Yunho as he presses the door close button. "So, fucking what?"
Yunho walks into the lobby to see Changmin, soaking wet as they move towards each other. He looks broken as his arms tighten around himself. "What happened?"
Changmin looks from the ground to his lovers eyes. For a moment, he has to urge to explain everything from the day he found Yoochun to the day he dumped him but he shakes his head, voice soft because he feels so weak. "It's raining."
Changmin's eyes widen as he spots the other teen, tucked under his usual tree. " it was the rain season." he raises his hand, beckoning Changmin over so they could share. With no hesitation, Changmin stands beside him, heart pounding. The other man is shorter and the smell of apples overpowers the smell of rain. His smile is bright, skin a bit damp. " Rain season, huh?" Changmin nods, smiling back because there was nothing else to say. It’s silent for a while before Changmin holds out his hand. "Shim, Changmin.
The man smiles but grabs his hand. "Yoochun."
Yoochun doesn't come to dinner but Jaejoong does, smirk wide throughout the entire dinner.
Changmin ignores everyone's stares, not wanting to explain his red cheek but he thinks it's pretty obvious.
"Yah, Jaejoong-ah, were you the one that told Yoochun I was Changmin's roommate?"
Changmin freezes, looking up at Jaejoong. Their eyes meet; Changmin swallows while Jaejoong's smirk widens. "I didn't know you guys were exclusive, my bad." Changmin wants to thank the heavens because Jaejoong actually is a good friend when he's not being a major asshole. "So I heard Kim Junsu's in town…"
All eyes are on Changmin again and he growls. "We ran into each other."
Yunho blinks. "Who's Junsu?"
Changmin's eyes narrow. "We had the same Seonsaeng-nim, I passed while Junsu didn't." He shrugs at the end of it, not wanting to explain the rift in him and Junsu's friendship.
Lucky for him, his sister begins to talk. "Wasn't Yoochun learning art from him?" or maybe unluckily?
The metal chopsticks in Changmin's hands clatter to the table and everyone looks at him. He coughs, picking up his chopsticks, not missing how Jaejoong's smirk widens.
Changmin suddenly stands because he needed to know. Yoochun had fucking said it himself, Changmin-ah draws better. , so why? Everyone looks at him and he points. "I'm-I'm not feeling good."
They had the same teacher and they were taught the exact same way but Changmin always thought that Junsu's art was much better, more creative and colorful.
Changmin never really cared what people think about his sketches because as long as Yoochun always looks in awe, whispering My Minnie drew this? My Minnie's too amazing!. No one will ever matter.
For Junsu though, it wasn't the same. Everyone had to see his work and he was the best but it turns out their Seonsaeng-nim didn't think he was that great. "You have no feeling." Their Seonsaeng-nim turns to Changmin, squeezing his shoulder. "Whoever you drew this for; he means the world to you."
The entire class watches and with a bright blush, Changmin can only nod.
"Feelings?" Junsu snorts. "What bullshit. That's not what art is about."
Junsu didn't past that class that semester.
"Where are you going?" Changmin say nothing and Yunho growls. "To see him, right?"
Changmin looks at Yunho before leaning over to kiss him. "I'm just not feeling good." He smiles a bit, tracing a finger along Yunho's cheek. "I'll be right upstairs, why are you nervous?"
Yunho turns red, embarrassed. "I'll go with you."
Changmin smiles, kissing him again. "Go to dinner with my umma, you still haven't convinced you're the one for me."
Yunho smiles a bit before nodding. "I'll do my best."
Changmin holds up his fist, grinning when Yunho hits his fist softly. "Fighting."
The doors open and Changmin steps in, smiling at Yunho until the doors close. His phone goes off and he opens it to see a suite number. 606.
Yunho bites his lip, watching the elevator. "So, fucking what?" Shaking off the thought, Yunho takes a deep breath; the burden on his shoulders is suddenly gone when the elevator stops at the fifth floor, staying there. Walking from the elevator, Yunho grins, missing when the elevator moves up to six and completely stops.
Changmin presses five, slamming his phone shut. He shakes the thought off before leaning against the wall. As the elevator stops, Changmin sighs, moving to the door. They open and he takes one step out, other foot stuck in the elevator. He touches his cheek before he steps back in, hand going to the buttons and pressing six.
"Fuck."
Yoochun opens the door to see Changmin, eyes on the floor. He wets his lip, wondering what to say but Changmin cuts him off.
"Why did you ask Junsu to teach you to draw?" Changmin says, finally looking up. "Why not me?"
Yoochun rolls his eyes, going to close the door but Changmin holds it open, stepping in. "Please, just please." His heart pounds. "Why him? I believe anything you say just please." He goes silent, mouthing the word. 'Why?'
Yoochun tears up and he sniffs as the tears begin falling because he can't hold it in anymore. "Y-you always make so many beautiful things for me and you draw me, all the time it's always you who creates." He wipes his eyes. "W-Why not me, why just once when I try to make something for you it's get thrown back at me. I-it would've been crappy bu-but you would've accepted it, I k-" he's cut off by Changmin kissing him.
Yunho sighs as he puts in the code for his room with Changmin before pulling it open. It's quiet, the living room completely empty and he perks an eyebrow, wondering if Changmin went to sleep. Setting down the extra plate of food, Yunho moves to the bedroom.
"Changmin-ah~, I come bearing foo…" he trails off as he spots the completely empty room, bed empty.
Moving over to the phone, Yunho calls Changmin's sisters and his mother but neither knows where he is. Slamming the phone down, Yunho screams, moving to Changmin's suitcase and flinging it. It hits the wall and Yunho sighs when it pops open, everything falling out.
Spotting his boyfriend's sketchbook, Yunho moves to it. His heart pounds as he picks it up, not hesitating as he flips through it. The book immediately falls from his hands when he sees what they're off, or rather who.
Behind him, there's a crashing sound.
Yoochun moans as Changmin attacks his neck. He belongs to me now. Yoochun's eyes snap open and he sighs because it's not fair. "Changmin, we can't."
Cursing, the man above him pulls back, chest heaving. "I know." Changmin pulls back, dropping against the couch. He tries to straighten his clothes but gives up.
Yoochun bites his lip as he pushes himself up. The silence is awkward and he wants to cry because him and Changmin were never awkward.
"I'm sorry." Changmin suddenly stays, standing and Yoochun looks at him. Changmin looks at him, serious. "I called you so many things and I cursed you, I wanted you to hurt as much as I did when the only person who was wrong was me."
Yoochun nods, heart pounding. "I'm sorry for breaking your paint brushes." He whispers and Changmin chuckles, nodding. "I understand."
Changmin enters his hotel room in silence, eyes perking at the plate of food on the counter. He snatches it up, immediately digging in when he hears a thud from the bedroom. Wetting his lips, Changmin moves to the room, slowing entering. He spots Yunho and steps towards him, plate dropping when he sees what's in the man's hands.
Yunho turns, standing when he sees Changmin, sketchbook in hand. He flings the book against the ground and the sketches slide out the book. "What the fuck is this Changmin?!" he bends down to stare at them, some of sketches are in pencil, some in charcoal but they're all of Yoochun. "Two fucking years! I gave you everything!!!" Changmin swallows, shaking a bit as Yunho reaches out to grab one. "Why'd you fucking date me?!"
Before Changmin can reply, Yunho rips one in half.
Changmin's shaking worsens as Yunho grabs more, ripping them all in half. "STOP!" Changmin shouts, hands out.
Yunho looks at him, angry and Changmin kneels, eyes wet, as he reaches out to touch the destroyed sketches. He wets his lips as he runs his fingers along the red charcoal of one that Yunho didn't touch. "I didn't want to love him an-" He's cut off by Yunho, screaming. "DIDN'T?! What about me, Changmin?! I've given you the last two fucking years of my life." He slaps Changmin repeatedly before he breaks down, sobbing. "I FUCKING LOVED YOU!"
Changmin nods, sniffing a bit and the heavy feeling in his chest worsens. "I wanted to lov-"
Yunho shoves him away. "YOU FUCKING LIAR, YOU NEVER CARED! Y-You never cared about me at all." His voice cracks as he stands, stomping on the sketches as he walks past Changmin. "I fucking hate you."
Changmin nods, tears in his eyes, ignoring how much his cheeks sting. "I know."
Yunho opens the door, shaking. "I, I never want to see you again."
Changmin nods, even though the door shuts and Yunho's far gone. "I understand." He whispers.
Yoochun eyes Jaejoong as he tiptoes into the room. "What are you doing?"
Jaejoong sees he's alone and shakes his head, moving towards his room door. "I thought you were asleep."
Yoochun touches his neck, remembering how Changmin's lips felt. "I-I told him to go back."
Jaejoong turns to him but Yoochun doesn't face him. "Are you okay with this?"
Yoochun shakes his head and Jaejoong nods to himself. "You should sleep, Yoochun."
Yoochun doesn't anything else and Jaejoong moves into his room.
Changmin wakes up to see his Umma. She smiles a bit before slapping the side of his head. "Are you an idiot?"
Changmin looks at her, a bit dazed, cheeks still bright red from the slap attack. "Yes." He nods. "yes, I am."
It catches his mother off guard and she sighs as she sits beside him, rubbing his back. "You hungry?"
Changmin shakes his head, sitting up. He buries his face in his hands before he peeks out, smiling a bit. "I could eat."
His mother laughs as she moves back to the kitchen.
Two days later
It's windy as Yoochun walks to the front of Changmin's family house. Sighing at the cool breeze against his skin, Yoochun thanks the heaven for the break in hot weather. "It's fucking September." He reminds no one as he reaches out to knock at the door.
Yoochun paces a bit as he waits for the door to open. He looks at the canvas in hand with a bite of his lips. "I should just g-" he cuts himself off as the door flies open to reveal Changmin and he blinks at Yoochun. "What are you doing here?"
Yoochun turns pink before he holds out the canvas. "I was just going to drop it off but um, here. Even though it's so old." His voice gets lower and lower. "You never use to show me your sketches but… I wanted you to see the only one I did."
Changmin grabs the canvas, eyes brightening up as he reaches out to trace the curve of his own nose. It's a charcoal painting, just as he prefers, of himself. Without Changmin knowing, his face breaks out into a smile and he looks at Yoochun, smiling. "Thank you. It's perfect."
Yoochun bites his lip but grabs it because Changmin never shows him his sketches. He smiles, slightly before remembering something. "W-what are you doing here?"
Changmin looks at the canvas in hand before looking at Yoochun. "Yunho dumped me." He hums a bit. "You should've seen my face."
Yoochun blushes, looking down. "I'm sorry."
Changmin hums. "Nah, it was going to happen but it's your fault, really."
Outraged, Yoochun points at Changmin. "Yah! You lie!"
Changmin shakes his head, honestly and teasing. "If you never came back, I would've never realized I still loved you."
That has Yoochun completely quiet and he looks down. "Is that bad?" he says, hushed.
Changmin looks down at the canvas before hugging it against his chest. "No." he nods his head. "Thank you."
Yoochun looks up just to have Changmin kiss him. Yoochun stares at Changmin for a moment before he wraps his arms around him, pulling him close; the kiss deepens as Changmin pulls the canvas behind him so there's nothing between them.
They pull away but Changmin holds Yoochun against his chest. "I love you, Yoochun, so much."
Yoochun clings tighter to him, shoulders shaking and he chokes. "I love you too, moron."
Yoochun watches Changmin sketch with a pout. The man doesn't seem to notice, eyes intense as he tries to draw correctly. He looks up and begins to laugh when he sees Yoochun's expression. "what?"
Yoochun's pout deepens. "You never show me your drawings. Will you ever show me them?"
Changmin laughs again, going back to drawing. "Nope."
Changmin draws Yoochun while he sleeps. He has a few of his sketches laid out in front of him and he blushes, looking them over and comparing. They're all of Yoochun sleeping; some from different angles and some exactly the same.
Changmin wonders how the man hasn't figured out that almost everything he draws is of him.
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