Off Road Chapter 5
Yunho told her to be careful around Yoochun because that guy was a playboy. Minah just laughed because Yoochun was also there, kicked Yunho’s butt. But she made a mental note not to be too close to him.
It was a bit awkward at first, but it became more comfortable. She spent lots of time with Yoochun lately. Since the Jung-Shim engagement, Siwon agreed not to pick her up everyday at the academy. Yoochun usually would drive her home after a nice dinner, and Minah insisted to buy the desert for them.
It was Saturday and they had a date. Minah told Yoochun not to bring his car, she’d show him around. They rode bus and Yoochun had a little girl on his lap. She was bouncing happily, her mother sat beside him, hugging a little baby. They ate snacks until they stomach almost burst and Yoochun didn’t finish Minah’s favorite topokki because it was too spicy for him. He bought vanilla ice cream to cool down his tongue and shared it with Minah.
“Today was really great! We should do it again!” Yoochun grinned. They had arrived at Minah’s home, standing in front of the door.
Minah couldn’t hide her smile either. “I’m glad you enjoyed it too, Sunbae.”
“Oppa! Remember?” Yoochun warned her.
“Oppa…” Minah said quietly, looked down and his cheeks blushed.
Yoochun thought it was the cutest thing he ever seen. Minah was like a little sister to him, she was cute and energetic. But… seeing her like this… “Minah-yah…”
Minah looked up and Yoochun leaned, closed the distance between them and kissed her.
Minah’s eyes widened when she felt Yoochun’s lips on her. It felt… weird but not unpleasant. A foreign feeling she had for the first time. Yoochun’s lips were softer than it looks. She was afraid Yoochun could hear her heartbeat and pulled back slightly. She could feel her face red and hot. And Yoochun shifted closer again, kissed her again, felt her quivered and pushed a little bit, put his arms around her to calm her.
Yoochun pulled back when he needed to breathe.
And now…
The awkwardness came.
“I should come in before… Siwon Oppa…” she mumbled.
“Yes, yes you should.” Yoochun nodded.
Minah gave a little bow before opened the door and closed it. Yoochun could feel his pulse up to his neck and he thought he caught a fever. He never felt like this.
*
Yunho woke up on Changmin’s arm again. He couldn’t deny his fiancé helped him to… prevent the nightmares. Their life together had gotten much better. Though Changmin didn’t ask, Yunho would just tell him how his day went, the students he taught, and how Yoochun had gotten closer to Minah.
And actually he was itching to ask who was that woman? That nuna in the café. Was she the one Changmin called before, the one he loved?
“Good morning,” Yunho was slurping his morning coffee.
Changmin just groaned in reply and took a cup for himself. “My father wants me to go home.” Changmin said, after he slumped on the couch next to Yunho.
“What?” he held his breath.
“The election day is in a week. He asked me to help.”
“Oh.” Yunho huffed. He thought that… the Shim wanted Changmin back, took him away from him. That somehow Yunho displeased Changmin’s family. “I can’t believe it’s in a week.”
“Yeah, me too.” Changmin shrugged.
Yunho had watch Mr Shim on tv, debates, promotions, interviews, and he had to say that the man was good. Changmin’s wit came from his father. There were other strong candidates, Moon Heejun, who was the Ministry of Finance five years ago. He had been concentrating in his party when he wasn’t active in the government. The other was Yoon Jinyi. Yunho liked her, she was a new face but really smart and confident.
“Do you want to come? You don’t have to go to the academy today, right?”
Yunho didn’t know whether he should come or not. It wasn’t like he could help anything, anyway. “Um, should I?”
“Yeah. I mean, my parents would like to see us together.”
So it was just for your parents? Whatever we had done together, just for your parents to see?, Yunho thought. “I don’t know politics.”
“Me either. Well I know, but it doesn’t matter.” Changmin got up, poured the rest of his coffee to the sink. “I’m showering first, yeah?”
Yunho thought that they were okay. Changmin was actually a better man than he thought, and he wondered if Changmin should be a bad man he thought he was. Maybe that way, Yunho wouldn’t fall faster for the other man. He didn’t know what or who he was in the younger man’s eyes. They were too formal to become friends. And they slept too close to each other to be strangers.
“Are you coming?” Changmin asked as he was ready, wore navy shirt and jeans.
“I’m going out with some friends.” Yunho lied.
“Got it.” Changmin took the car keys from the drawer. “I’m going then.”
“See you.” Yunho watched as Changmin wore his shoes and left.
He didn’t even ask who was Yunho going out with. Of course he didn’t, Changmin wouldn’t care at all, would he?
*
Changmin didn’t know why he had to go home. His father had his team, anyway. And there was Yuri, for god sake.
“Father, I’m here.” Changmin opened the door to his father office.
“Good son, now come here,” Mr Shim welcomed him.
Changmin sat in front of him, men were murmuring here and there, didn’t even notice Shim Ingeun’s son was there. He just read the papers given to him, stayed silent and invincible until Mrs Shim came with a tray of snacks and tea for the staff.
“Where’s Yunho?” Mrs Shim asked.
“Not coming.” Changmin answered.
During break time, the Shim were relaxing in the livingroom and Mr Shim sat next to his son. “What do you think, son, isn’t it fun?” he grinned. “It’s like a war. The heat is arousing, isn’t it?”
“The heat is burning my brain.” Changmin replied, ate two cookies at once.
“Shim Chang-“
“Father, you know this is not for me. I’ve made myself clear that I don’t want this.” And Changmin realized why his father asked him home. To lure him to politics, to make him became like his father.
“I don’t see you make anything out of your studies!” Mr Shim raised his voice. “You just keep studying, studying, what are they teaching you, anyway? It makes you a lazy and unproductive person.”
“Learning, and studying are process that will never end.” Changmin drank his tea.
“And what, you’ll just study and study until the day you die?” Mr Shim demanded.
Changmin didn’t answer, Mrs Shim and Yuri stayed in their position. It was just like the old times.
“If I were chosen to be the president, I’ll need someone I can trust in the government! And it should be you, my son, Shim Changmin!” Mr Shim stated.
“If, father, if you were chosen.” Changmin replied sarcastically.
“Shim Changmin!” Mr Shim scolded.
“Father, listen, I have done anything you asked me to. I’ve helped you too in this election, you know? I’m engaged to the Jung’s son, isn’t it enough?” Changmin’s jaw clenched.
Mr Shim was furious. How could his son talk to him like that?
“Father, I can-“
“Shut up, Yuri!” Mr Shim quickly cut his daughter, eyes was still on Changmin.
“Father, please hear me out,” Yuri pleaded.
“Enough!” Mr Shim glared to Yuri. “Go back to your room.”
“Why? I’m not deserved to be here?” Yuri asked with shaky voice.
“I’m talking to my son now, I don’t want to hear your ramblings.”
Yuri stood up. “Shim Changmin is your son, but he’s not your only child! I am your daughter! I’m doing everything I can to be a decent daughter for you!”
Mr Shim finally looked at his daughter. Mrs Shim looked surprised too, still holding the tea cup in her hand.
“Why am I never enough? Why can’t I do what Oppa should do?” Yuri gulped down her heartache.
“You are a woman, Yuri.” Mr Shim said the obvious. “I’ve never asked you to enroll in the politic school. You should stay at home. Look at Jung Jihye, a girl should learn to be a good housewife, to treat their future husband right.” He said calmly, though anger still evident in his voice.
“What do you mean?” Yuri asked quietly.
“I don’t need you, Yuri.”
Changmin could see Yuri fists tightened, before his sister stormed out, left everything behind her. He knew Yuri could more than able to handle this, the election. She was the top graduate and even got a scholarship for her second degree. To say that his father didn’t need Yuri was the stupidest thing Changmin ever heard.
“You shouldn’t say that to her.” Mrs Shim said as she returned the cup to the table, tried to remain calm.
“It’s fine. She’s a grownup woman.” Mr Shim replied flatly.
Changmin got up and walked away.
“Where are you going? We’re not finished!” Mr Shim called him.
“If you don’t need someone like her, I wonder what a man like me can do.” Changmin mocked, he went downstairs to Yuri’s room.
She was packing and Changmin wondered why he surprised.
“Yoon Jinyi is the biggest threat.” Yuri said as she put her clothes in her suitcase. “He underestimates her and only think about Moon Heejun.” Yuri took all the money inside her safety box. “Father should worry about her more, but he is fucking not!” she shouted as she banged the suitcase closed. “Because she’s a fucking woman?!”
Changmin stood by the door, watching his sister wandered in her room, collecting things she needed. “Where are you going?”
“I don’t know.” Yuri took her expensive handbag from the bed and pulled her suitcase in another hand.
Changmin moved to give her a way out. “Call me if you need anything.”
Yuri didn’t answer but Changmin could see her nodded before walked out through the door.
“Where’s your sister?” Mrs Shim asked panicky. She was still on the stairs.
“She’s leaving.”
“You didn’t hold her up?” Mrs Shim walked faster.
“I tried.” Changmin said.
“Oh my gosh, Changmin… what… what…” Mrs Shim was helpless. “Follow her now!”
“Okay.” Changmin gladly walked out too, left his house behind. “Hello, Yunho-sshi?” he called as he got in the car.
“Hello?” Yunho’s voice could be heard.
“Do you want to eat anything? I’m on my way home.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Are you home yet?”
“Well, of course I am.”
“Oh, I thought you’re still with your friends.”
“What? Wh- oh, yeah, right. We… well he couldn’t come, so… I’m still at home.”
“Okay…” Changmin smelt something fishy about Yunho’s sudden nervousness and stuttering but still didn’t ask. Yunho was the type of guy who liked to talk and excited to do so, and his words were smooth and neverending. That was why when he didn’t speak clear enough, it meant something went wrong. “So? Do you want something to eat? Have you eaten yet?”
“N… no. Well, what do you want to eat?”
“Anything. Are you craving something?”
“Um… can we… just go out to buy the groceries and cook at home?”
And another thing Changmin found about his fiancé was, he liked to cook. He was kinda hyperactive and it made his work messy and uncoordinated but Changmin couldn’t complain. Not when he saw the sincerity in his eyes and his hard work. “Sure. I’ll call you when I’m arrived.”
“Okay!”
Changmin did the engagement because he hoped his father wouldn’t tie him down anymore. Wouldn’t ask for anything else. It was a big favor to do, to spend your life with someone you didn’t know at all. It was worse than gambling.
“The marriage between your father and I was also arranged. It’s not as bad as you think.” Mrs Shim said when they were out buying suit for Changmin.
It wasn’t bad. But it was hard.
When he arrived, he called Yunho and the man came out from the apartment building not long after. “You finished earlier than I thought.”
“Yeah. Nothing I can do there, anyway.” Changmin started to drive.
They bought vegetables and meat. Changmin wasn’t confident enough to cook fish. There were food stalls outside the marked and Yunho was drooling after the freshly fried redbean bun. The smell was really good and Changmin couldn’t say no when Yunho dragged him there.
“Whoah… look at the filling…” Yunho said excitedly as he split the bread.
Changmin was too busy to nom, fighting with the hot bread inside his mouth.
“You should eat slowly!” Yunho patted Changmin’s back, saw the smoke came out from Changmin’s mouth.
Next to the redbean bun was potato pancake stall. Changmin couldn’t resist it either. And Yunho, being the good puppy, followed Changmin and ate from Changmin’s plate.
“It’s really delicious!” Yunho’s eyes were widened.
Changmin moaned in delight and they laughed to each other’s reaction. Yunho was asking to the seller how to make a delicious potato pancake.
“Should I tell you?” the ahjumma smirked. “How can I tell you my secret recipe!”
“Oh please, Omoni…” Yunho pleaded. “I wanted to make a good one for my fiancé.”
The ahjumma smiled and told Yunho how to grate the potatoes, how to get rid of the liquid, and the right amount of the spices. Changmin quietly memorize them all and even typed the measurements of the spices in his phone.
Full and happy, they got back to the car. Yunho walked to the wrong side and opened the driver’s door. “Oops,” Yunho gave a smile to Changmin. “Wrong door.”
“Don’t you want to try driving?” Changmin asked when Yunho walked to the passenger’s door.
Yunho shook his head slowly.
“Why is it?” Changmin asked when they were inside the car. “Does it have something to do with your nightmares?”
Yunho turned to look at the man beside him. “How do you know?”
“Well… you were rambling that it was your fault that the car crashed… you know, in your dream.” Changmin said carefully.
“I said that?”
“Yeah…” beside that you were killing a man, but Changmin didn’t say that.
“It’s not written in my profile?” Yunho teased nervously.
“No. If it was, I’d disagree to the engagement.” Changmin let out a little laugh.
Yunho looked away, convinced his mind that Changmin was kidding.
“It’s okay of you don’t want to talk about it.” Changmin turned on the car. “But I believe it has been a long time ago, Yunho-sshi. You shouldn’t let your past haunts you.”
*
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked when they were sitting on the couch, watching tv.
Changmin was rotating his right shoulder stiffly, stretched his arm slowly. “It’s a bit hurting… right here,” he squeezed his bicep.
“Hmm… let me…” Yunho moved closer to Changmin and massaged his muscles. “Here?”
“Yeah… oh… that’s right, there…” Changmin moaned in contentment. “You’re so good at this.”
“Usually people got injured in hapkido. I have to be able to… well, at least lessen the pain.” Yunho knead Changmin arm gently.
“This really feels nice…” Changmin leaned back and let Yunho massaged his arm.
“Why is it hurting anyway? Was it because the groceries? Too heavy?” Yunho asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Well…” Yunho tilted his head. “Only your right arm?”
“Yeah, my left is okay.”
“That’s…” the thought kinda struck him suddenly. Was it because he always slept on Changmin’s arm? Fuck, that must be it!
“Oh… that really feels good… hmm…”
And Yunho thought that Changmin should stop doing that. Moaning like a pornstar. Because his thought was going everywhere right now. Yunho had to sew his lips so he wouldn’t say ‘yeah, does hyungie make little Changmin feels good?’ Yunho cleared his throat. “What did you do at home this morning? How’s your father?”
“Well… I shouldn’t come home, you know?” Changmin still had his eyes closed, enjoyed the massage too much.
“Why? What happened?” Yunho asked concernedly.
“My father wanted me to be like him. I’ve made myself clear that I have no interest in politics but he still wants me to do that.” Changmin sighed.
“Because you like music?”
“Not really.” Changmin opened his eyes.
“But… you take that major in the college, right?”
“Music is better than politics. I don’t like music that much, but it’s alright. I’m just tired doing everything my father asked me to do.”
So Changmin did that just to… rebel?
Changmin phone vibrated on the table and he quickly picked it up. “Hello? Mother?”
Yunho let Changmin took back his hand, though he wanted to feel more, wanted to touch Changmin as much as possible.
“I’ve tried to call her too, but she didn’t answer it… yes, I will, okay… Mother, it’s okay, she’ll know what to do… of course… Mother, it’s okay, don’t worry about her… I will, I promise…”
Yunho watched curiously as Changmin talked to the phone. “What is it?” he asked when Changmin disconnected the call.
“Yuri, she ran away from home.” Changmin put his phone back to the table.
“WHAT? She- she ran away?! Why? Where is she?” Yunho asked panicky.
Changmin gave him a strange look. “She’ll be fine. I think-“
“No, Changmin-sshi! Your sister is running away! Have you called her?” Yunho cut him.
“Well, I haven’t but-“
“Call her now! What if something happened to her?” Yunho took Changmin’s phone and gave it to the owner. “Find out where she is now!”
“Yunho-sshi, she’ll be-“
“Don’t you care about your own sister, Changmin-sshi? She is your family! How can you leave her alone like that?” Yunho asked him, as if Changmin was doing something that didn’t make sense.
Changmin took a deep breath and call. Yuri answered right away. “Yuri, where are you now?... what? Why don’t you stay at the hotel?... oh, that’s right. Fine. Take care-“
“Changmin-sshi!” Yunho scolded him.
“What?” Changmin didn’t understand. What sin had he committed?
Yunho sighed and took the phone from Changmin. “Hello, Yuri-sshi, this is Jung Yunho.”
*
“My father will check the credit card transaction. Well, I guess mother, then. My father wouldn’t give a shit about me.” Yuri said.
“Just go to our apartment. You shouldn’t be alone out there.” Yunho replied.
Yuri could hear “But we only have one room, Yunho-sshi!” and Yunho hushed her brother. “Please come, Yuri-sshi. It will be colder at dawn outside.”
Yuri smiled. “It’s okay. Oppa is right, I can take care of myself.”
Yunho sighed. “Then… just wait where you are. I’ll tell your brother to bring some money. And have you eaten yet? We already finished our dinner… so-“
“No, no, it’s really okay, Yunho-sshi.” Yuri refused. “I already had my dinner. But yes please, if you can ask Changmin Oppa to send me the money.”
“Of course! He’ll be there in a while.”
*
Yunho had prepared a nice hot ginger drink for Changmin. He felt bad for interfering the Shim’s family problem. But still, Yuri was a woman, and she was Changmin’s sister too! How could he let her alone out there? It could be dangerous!
It had been three hours since Changmin left. A quite long time, since Yuri’s location wasn’t that far. Should Yunho call? Ah, but maybe they went out together. Yunho didn’t want to disturb them.
A little before midnight, the door clicked open.
“Changmin-sshi!” Yunho came to the door. “Why do you take so long? Is Yuri fine?”
“She is,” Changmin took off his coat and gloves.
“It’s really cold out there? God, you’re freezing!” Yunho could feel Changmin’s cold fingers when he touched them. “Are you-“
Changmin was standing tall in front of him. Nose red, maybe from the cold. Yunho could feel his breath on his face. Shit, they must be standing too close.
“Do you want to do it?” Changmin asked, his hands tightened in Yunho’s hold, pulled him closer a little.
“What.” His heart started to beat like crazy. Their hands trapped between their bodies.
“Do you? Tell me now if you don’t want it.” Changmin’s voice was low, a bit rough.
Yunho could read lust in his eyes. “Sex?”
Changmin moved his hand to wrap around Yunho’s body, pulled him impossibly closer and leaned down to whisper right to his ear. “Tell me now if you don’t want to.”
Yunho could feel the hot damp air and Changmin’s slightly chapped lips brushed against his sensitive neck. “Let’s do it.”
Changmin took his hand and walked to their bedroom, stripped in progress and Yunho just followed his lead, their clothings scattered here and there. Changmin pulled him to the bed and Yunho was pinned under him.
“I- I’ve never done this.” Changmin said suddenly.
“You’ve never…” Yunho looked up to Changmin’s eyes. He could see that the younger was a bit afraid, nervous and insecure… lust somehow had blinded him.
“Not with a guy.” Changmin bit his lip.
“It’s okay.” Yunho gulped, ran his hands up and down along Changmin’s bare body. He rolled to the side and took a little bottle of lotion, god know who was it belong to, and squirted the content to his fingers. “Wait,” he pushed Changmin.
Changmin sat and watched Yunho as the man spread his leg, foot planted to the bed, knees bent. And slowly, Yunho put his finger to his hole. He could hear Changmin swore, stroking his cock roughly. Yunho could notice the neediness and the rush in the air.
Changmin was stroking his dick. He was jerking off. Yunho had seen it once, accidentally. And now, it was presented right in front of him. Changmin’s long beautiful fingers wrapped around his equally beautiful cock, the veins started to visible, and Yunho gulped, because he wanted to feel it in his throat.
Slowly, Yunho added the second fingers. It had been so long and he was tight as hell. It was so fucking hurt and Yunho was scissoring his fingers, prepped himself carefully. When he heard Changmin moaned and the tip of his cock was glistening with precum, Yunho moved his fingers faster, looking for his prostate, wanted to feel the same pleasure as well.
“Enough,” Yunho said to both of them, took the lotion and poured it directly to Changmin’s cock. “Come, enter me.” He pulled Changmin’s shoulder to lean down to him.
Changmin pulled Yunho’s legs and the older man was laying on his back again, Changmin on top of him, took Yunho’s leg up, the back of Yunho’s knees hitched on his elbow, and entered.
“Aaaahhh! Fuck! Fuck!” Yunho shouted in ecstasy. Maybe because Changmin was too big. Maybe he was too tight. Maybe he was too fucking impatient to prep himself well, dammint, but fuck, Yunho couldn’t wait for it.
Changmin wasn’t gentle, and Yunho wasn’t in the mood for slow sex either. He pounded right away to Yunho’s hole, fucked him inside out vigorously.
Yunho was clawing to Changmin’s back, his hand grabbed Changmin’s firm ass, pushed him closer, deeper inside him. He wanted to feel every burn Changmin could give. When he look up, he could see Changmin’s eyes tight closed in pleasure, jaw clenched and his mouth opened slightly to let out the sexiest whimper Yunho had ever heard.
Changmin shifted and he held Yunho’s legs up to his shoulder, and fuck, he hit that spot just right. Yunho could feel his prostate being molested by the big hot hardness and he was moaning like a whore but he didn’t fucking care, because he was almost there. Yunho wrapped his hand around his erection, the rhythm was getting messy because both of them were chasing the pleasure.
Yunho jerked faster, faster, his hand held his cock tighter, thumbed the slit rougher and he spurted his seed to his abs. The orgasm made his inner walls squeezed Changmin’s hot cock mercilessly and Yunho could feel the younger man’s twitched uncontrollably. Yunho held him tighter, encouraged him to go deeper. Changmin thrust once, twice, and he lost it, spurted inside Yunho with a shout.
“Sunyoung-ah!”
Yunho froze. The man passed out on top of him, and Yunho couldn’t move. His eyes automatically filled with tears and just fell like that. He felt numb.
What.
What just happened.
Changmin’s body felt hot and heavy, yet Yunho still couldn’t push him away. His hands fell limp to his sides. They felt so cold and his lips felt dry. There was a strange feeling in his stomach and he just couldn’t stop it though he wanted to get rid of it.
Changmin shouted a name. Not his, that Yunho knew. It wasn’t the wrong name, the right one instead. The name Changmin had in his heart. And it wasn’t Yunho.
After god knew how long, Yunho slipped away, let Changmin fell to the bed on his chest, and went to the bathroom.
*
Changmin knew he should care more about his sister. But it wasn’t like he was wrong. Yuri was 24. Of course she could take care of herself well. She didn’t need him, right? But Yunho had proved him wrong. Yuri needed her Oppa.
“You can use my money.” Changmin gave the cash to his sister.
“Thank you, Oppa.” Yuri smiled and received it. “He made you do it, doesn’t he?”
The weather was freezing, the wind blew cold air to their direction. Changmin huffed and took off his scarf. “Here. You wear this.” He put the scarf around Yuri’s neck.
“Omo, Yunho-sshi told you to give your scarf too?” Yuri asked in amusement.
“You better text Mother or something. She worries about you so much.” Changmin said.
Yuri looked down and played with Changmin’s scarf.
Changmin sighed. “I’ll tell her you are alright. Just take your time okay. And stop being so childish, Yuri, at least think about our mother.”
Yuri mumbled a quiet okay.
When he drove back, Changmin passed Sunyoung’s apartment. Should he… but he knew he shouldn’t.
But Changmin got in anyway. He parked the car and entered the building. “Nuna, are you home?”
“Changmin? What-“
“I’m in your apartment. Let me in.” Changmin felt happy just to hear her voice.
Sunyoung sighed. “Okay. Wait a sec.”
Three minutes later, Changmin found Sunyoung in a tanktop and skirt.
“It’s so sudden, what happened?” Sunyoung asked.
“I just want to see you, can’t I?” Changmin walked closer and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
“Changmin… I’m tired…” Sunyoung muttered.
“Okay, do you want me to-“
“Changmin,” Sunyoung turned around and pushed Changmin. “You’re married.”
“I’m engaged.” Changmin corrected her.
“Yes.” Sunyoung replied.
“But Nuna, I’ve told you it doesn’t matter, right? That’s just something my father wanted. But I want you…” Changmin walked closer and hugged her again. “Only you…”
Sunyoung put his hand on Changmin’s chest to stop him. “Changmin, what we had, is nothing. I thought you know that.”
“Nothing?” anger flashed in Changmin’s eyes. “What do you mean by that?”
“God, Changmin, don’t tell me that you don’t know that.” Sunyoung scoffed. “We enjoy each other’s company, but it doesn’t make it official.”
“Why do you think like that? You think that we’re not in a serious relationship?” Changmin demanded.
“Look at us. You are twenty years younger than me. You can be my son, Changmin!” Sunyoung stated.
“Age doesn’t matter!” Changmin quickly replied.
“Age does matter! Look how childish you behave! How can you think that we’re together, Changmin?” Sunyoung hissed.
“Why you always like this?” Changmin asked quietly, totally defeated when it came to the woman he loved. “It didn’t matter when we first met, why is it matter now?” he looked at her. “I can be whoever you want, I will give whatever you need, why you change?”
Sunyoung gulped. “You’re engaged, Changmin.”
“And you had a husband. But you said it didn’t matter, right? And you divorced him. It doesn’t matter.” Changmin insisted.
“It matters now.” Sunyoung turned and walked away.
Changmin quickly held his hand. “You’re hiding something from me. What is it?”
“I’m not!” Sunyoung yanked off Changmin’s hand. “Stop acting like you know me!”
Changmin stood still, before finally walked off and drove away.
It was a bit awkward at first, but it became more comfortable. She spent lots of time with Yoochun lately. Since the Jung-Shim engagement, Siwon agreed not to pick her up everyday at the academy. Yoochun usually would drive her home after a nice dinner, and Minah insisted to buy the desert for them.
It was Saturday and they had a date. Minah told Yoochun not to bring his car, she’d show him around. They rode bus and Yoochun had a little girl on his lap. She was bouncing happily, her mother sat beside him, hugging a little baby. They ate snacks until they stomach almost burst and Yoochun didn’t finish Minah’s favorite topokki because it was too spicy for him. He bought vanilla ice cream to cool down his tongue and shared it with Minah.
“Today was really great! We should do it again!” Yoochun grinned. They had arrived at Minah’s home, standing in front of the door.
Minah couldn’t hide her smile either. “I’m glad you enjoyed it too, Sunbae.”
“Oppa! Remember?” Yoochun warned her.
“Oppa…” Minah said quietly, looked down and his cheeks blushed.
Yoochun thought it was the cutest thing he ever seen. Minah was like a little sister to him, she was cute and energetic. But… seeing her like this… “Minah-yah…”
Minah looked up and Yoochun leaned, closed the distance between them and kissed her.
Minah’s eyes widened when she felt Yoochun’s lips on her. It felt… weird but not unpleasant. A foreign feeling she had for the first time. Yoochun’s lips were softer than it looks. She was afraid Yoochun could hear her heartbeat and pulled back slightly. She could feel her face red and hot. And Yoochun shifted closer again, kissed her again, felt her quivered and pushed a little bit, put his arms around her to calm her.
Yoochun pulled back when he needed to breathe.
And now…
The awkwardness came.
“I should come in before… Siwon Oppa…” she mumbled.
“Yes, yes you should.” Yoochun nodded.
Minah gave a little bow before opened the door and closed it. Yoochun could feel his pulse up to his neck and he thought he caught a fever. He never felt like this.
*
Yunho woke up on Changmin’s arm again. He couldn’t deny his fiancé helped him to… prevent the nightmares. Their life together had gotten much better. Though Changmin didn’t ask, Yunho would just tell him how his day went, the students he taught, and how Yoochun had gotten closer to Minah.
And actually he was itching to ask who was that woman? That nuna in the café. Was she the one Changmin called before, the one he loved?
“Good morning,” Yunho was slurping his morning coffee.
Changmin just groaned in reply and took a cup for himself. “My father wants me to go home.” Changmin said, after he slumped on the couch next to Yunho.
“What?” he held his breath.
“The election day is in a week. He asked me to help.”
“Oh.” Yunho huffed. He thought that… the Shim wanted Changmin back, took him away from him. That somehow Yunho displeased Changmin’s family. “I can’t believe it’s in a week.”
“Yeah, me too.” Changmin shrugged.
Yunho had watch Mr Shim on tv, debates, promotions, interviews, and he had to say that the man was good. Changmin’s wit came from his father. There were other strong candidates, Moon Heejun, who was the Ministry of Finance five years ago. He had been concentrating in his party when he wasn’t active in the government. The other was Yoon Jinyi. Yunho liked her, she was a new face but really smart and confident.
“Do you want to come? You don’t have to go to the academy today, right?”
Yunho didn’t know whether he should come or not. It wasn’t like he could help anything, anyway. “Um, should I?”
“Yeah. I mean, my parents would like to see us together.”
So it was just for your parents? Whatever we had done together, just for your parents to see?, Yunho thought. “I don’t know politics.”
“Me either. Well I know, but it doesn’t matter.” Changmin got up, poured the rest of his coffee to the sink. “I’m showering first, yeah?”
Yunho thought that they were okay. Changmin was actually a better man than he thought, and he wondered if Changmin should be a bad man he thought he was. Maybe that way, Yunho wouldn’t fall faster for the other man. He didn’t know what or who he was in the younger man’s eyes. They were too formal to become friends. And they slept too close to each other to be strangers.
“Are you coming?” Changmin asked as he was ready, wore navy shirt and jeans.
“I’m going out with some friends.” Yunho lied.
“Got it.” Changmin took the car keys from the drawer. “I’m going then.”
“See you.” Yunho watched as Changmin wore his shoes and left.
He didn’t even ask who was Yunho going out with. Of course he didn’t, Changmin wouldn’t care at all, would he?
*
Changmin didn’t know why he had to go home. His father had his team, anyway. And there was Yuri, for god sake.
“Father, I’m here.” Changmin opened the door to his father office.
“Good son, now come here,” Mr Shim welcomed him.
Changmin sat in front of him, men were murmuring here and there, didn’t even notice Shim Ingeun’s son was there. He just read the papers given to him, stayed silent and invincible until Mrs Shim came with a tray of snacks and tea for the staff.
“Where’s Yunho?” Mrs Shim asked.
“Not coming.” Changmin answered.
During break time, the Shim were relaxing in the livingroom and Mr Shim sat next to his son. “What do you think, son, isn’t it fun?” he grinned. “It’s like a war. The heat is arousing, isn’t it?”
“The heat is burning my brain.” Changmin replied, ate two cookies at once.
“Shim Chang-“
“Father, you know this is not for me. I’ve made myself clear that I don’t want this.” And Changmin realized why his father asked him home. To lure him to politics, to make him became like his father.
“I don’t see you make anything out of your studies!” Mr Shim raised his voice. “You just keep studying, studying, what are they teaching you, anyway? It makes you a lazy and unproductive person.”
“Learning, and studying are process that will never end.” Changmin drank his tea.
“And what, you’ll just study and study until the day you die?” Mr Shim demanded.
Changmin didn’t answer, Mrs Shim and Yuri stayed in their position. It was just like the old times.
“If I were chosen to be the president, I’ll need someone I can trust in the government! And it should be you, my son, Shim Changmin!” Mr Shim stated.
“If, father, if you were chosen.” Changmin replied sarcastically.
“Shim Changmin!” Mr Shim scolded.
“Father, listen, I have done anything you asked me to. I’ve helped you too in this election, you know? I’m engaged to the Jung’s son, isn’t it enough?” Changmin’s jaw clenched.
Mr Shim was furious. How could his son talk to him like that?
“Father, I can-“
“Shut up, Yuri!” Mr Shim quickly cut his daughter, eyes was still on Changmin.
“Father, please hear me out,” Yuri pleaded.
“Enough!” Mr Shim glared to Yuri. “Go back to your room.”
“Why? I’m not deserved to be here?” Yuri asked with shaky voice.
“I’m talking to my son now, I don’t want to hear your ramblings.”
Yuri stood up. “Shim Changmin is your son, but he’s not your only child! I am your daughter! I’m doing everything I can to be a decent daughter for you!”
Mr Shim finally looked at his daughter. Mrs Shim looked surprised too, still holding the tea cup in her hand.
“Why am I never enough? Why can’t I do what Oppa should do?” Yuri gulped down her heartache.
“You are a woman, Yuri.” Mr Shim said the obvious. “I’ve never asked you to enroll in the politic school. You should stay at home. Look at Jung Jihye, a girl should learn to be a good housewife, to treat their future husband right.” He said calmly, though anger still evident in his voice.
“What do you mean?” Yuri asked quietly.
“I don’t need you, Yuri.”
Changmin could see Yuri fists tightened, before his sister stormed out, left everything behind her. He knew Yuri could more than able to handle this, the election. She was the top graduate and even got a scholarship for her second degree. To say that his father didn’t need Yuri was the stupidest thing Changmin ever heard.
“You shouldn’t say that to her.” Mrs Shim said as she returned the cup to the table, tried to remain calm.
“It’s fine. She’s a grownup woman.” Mr Shim replied flatly.
Changmin got up and walked away.
“Where are you going? We’re not finished!” Mr Shim called him.
“If you don’t need someone like her, I wonder what a man like me can do.” Changmin mocked, he went downstairs to Yuri’s room.
She was packing and Changmin wondered why he surprised.
“Yoon Jinyi is the biggest threat.” Yuri said as she put her clothes in her suitcase. “He underestimates her and only think about Moon Heejun.” Yuri took all the money inside her safety box. “Father should worry about her more, but he is fucking not!” she shouted as she banged the suitcase closed. “Because she’s a fucking woman?!”
Changmin stood by the door, watching his sister wandered in her room, collecting things she needed. “Where are you going?”
“I don’t know.” Yuri took her expensive handbag from the bed and pulled her suitcase in another hand.
Changmin moved to give her a way out. “Call me if you need anything.”
Yuri didn’t answer but Changmin could see her nodded before walked out through the door.
“Where’s your sister?” Mrs Shim asked panicky. She was still on the stairs.
“She’s leaving.”
“You didn’t hold her up?” Mrs Shim walked faster.
“I tried.” Changmin said.
“Oh my gosh, Changmin… what… what…” Mrs Shim was helpless. “Follow her now!”
“Okay.” Changmin gladly walked out too, left his house behind. “Hello, Yunho-sshi?” he called as he got in the car.
“Hello?” Yunho’s voice could be heard.
“Do you want to eat anything? I’m on my way home.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Are you home yet?”
“Well, of course I am.”
“Oh, I thought you’re still with your friends.”
“What? Wh- oh, yeah, right. We… well he couldn’t come, so… I’m still at home.”
“Okay…” Changmin smelt something fishy about Yunho’s sudden nervousness and stuttering but still didn’t ask. Yunho was the type of guy who liked to talk and excited to do so, and his words were smooth and neverending. That was why when he didn’t speak clear enough, it meant something went wrong. “So? Do you want something to eat? Have you eaten yet?”
“N… no. Well, what do you want to eat?”
“Anything. Are you craving something?”
“Um… can we… just go out to buy the groceries and cook at home?”
And another thing Changmin found about his fiancé was, he liked to cook. He was kinda hyperactive and it made his work messy and uncoordinated but Changmin couldn’t complain. Not when he saw the sincerity in his eyes and his hard work. “Sure. I’ll call you when I’m arrived.”
“Okay!”
Changmin did the engagement because he hoped his father wouldn’t tie him down anymore. Wouldn’t ask for anything else. It was a big favor to do, to spend your life with someone you didn’t know at all. It was worse than gambling.
“The marriage between your father and I was also arranged. It’s not as bad as you think.” Mrs Shim said when they were out buying suit for Changmin.
It wasn’t bad. But it was hard.
When he arrived, he called Yunho and the man came out from the apartment building not long after. “You finished earlier than I thought.”
“Yeah. Nothing I can do there, anyway.” Changmin started to drive.
They bought vegetables and meat. Changmin wasn’t confident enough to cook fish. There were food stalls outside the marked and Yunho was drooling after the freshly fried redbean bun. The smell was really good and Changmin couldn’t say no when Yunho dragged him there.
“Whoah… look at the filling…” Yunho said excitedly as he split the bread.
Changmin was too busy to nom, fighting with the hot bread inside his mouth.
“You should eat slowly!” Yunho patted Changmin’s back, saw the smoke came out from Changmin’s mouth.
Next to the redbean bun was potato pancake stall. Changmin couldn’t resist it either. And Yunho, being the good puppy, followed Changmin and ate from Changmin’s plate.
“It’s really delicious!” Yunho’s eyes were widened.
Changmin moaned in delight and they laughed to each other’s reaction. Yunho was asking to the seller how to make a delicious potato pancake.
“Should I tell you?” the ahjumma smirked. “How can I tell you my secret recipe!”
“Oh please, Omoni…” Yunho pleaded. “I wanted to make a good one for my fiancé.”
The ahjumma smiled and told Yunho how to grate the potatoes, how to get rid of the liquid, and the right amount of the spices. Changmin quietly memorize them all and even typed the measurements of the spices in his phone.
Full and happy, they got back to the car. Yunho walked to the wrong side and opened the driver’s door. “Oops,” Yunho gave a smile to Changmin. “Wrong door.”
“Don’t you want to try driving?” Changmin asked when Yunho walked to the passenger’s door.
Yunho shook his head slowly.
“Why is it?” Changmin asked when they were inside the car. “Does it have something to do with your nightmares?”
Yunho turned to look at the man beside him. “How do you know?”
“Well… you were rambling that it was your fault that the car crashed… you know, in your dream.” Changmin said carefully.
“I said that?”
“Yeah…” beside that you were killing a man, but Changmin didn’t say that.
“It’s not written in my profile?” Yunho teased nervously.
“No. If it was, I’d disagree to the engagement.” Changmin let out a little laugh.
Yunho looked away, convinced his mind that Changmin was kidding.
“It’s okay of you don’t want to talk about it.” Changmin turned on the car. “But I believe it has been a long time ago, Yunho-sshi. You shouldn’t let your past haunts you.”
*
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked when they were sitting on the couch, watching tv.
Changmin was rotating his right shoulder stiffly, stretched his arm slowly. “It’s a bit hurting… right here,” he squeezed his bicep.
“Hmm… let me…” Yunho moved closer to Changmin and massaged his muscles. “Here?”
“Yeah… oh… that’s right, there…” Changmin moaned in contentment. “You’re so good at this.”
“Usually people got injured in hapkido. I have to be able to… well, at least lessen the pain.” Yunho knead Changmin arm gently.
“This really feels nice…” Changmin leaned back and let Yunho massaged his arm.
“Why is it hurting anyway? Was it because the groceries? Too heavy?” Yunho asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Well…” Yunho tilted his head. “Only your right arm?”
“Yeah, my left is okay.”
“That’s…” the thought kinda struck him suddenly. Was it because he always slept on Changmin’s arm? Fuck, that must be it!
“Oh… that really feels good… hmm…”
And Yunho thought that Changmin should stop doing that. Moaning like a pornstar. Because his thought was going everywhere right now. Yunho had to sew his lips so he wouldn’t say ‘yeah, does hyungie make little Changmin feels good?’ Yunho cleared his throat. “What did you do at home this morning? How’s your father?”
“Well… I shouldn’t come home, you know?” Changmin still had his eyes closed, enjoyed the massage too much.
“Why? What happened?” Yunho asked concernedly.
“My father wanted me to be like him. I’ve made myself clear that I have no interest in politics but he still wants me to do that.” Changmin sighed.
“Because you like music?”
“Not really.” Changmin opened his eyes.
“But… you take that major in the college, right?”
“Music is better than politics. I don’t like music that much, but it’s alright. I’m just tired doing everything my father asked me to do.”
So Changmin did that just to… rebel?
Changmin phone vibrated on the table and he quickly picked it up. “Hello? Mother?”
Yunho let Changmin took back his hand, though he wanted to feel more, wanted to touch Changmin as much as possible.
“I’ve tried to call her too, but she didn’t answer it… yes, I will, okay… Mother, it’s okay, she’ll know what to do… of course… Mother, it’s okay, don’t worry about her… I will, I promise…”
Yunho watched curiously as Changmin talked to the phone. “What is it?” he asked when Changmin disconnected the call.
“Yuri, she ran away from home.” Changmin put his phone back to the table.
“WHAT? She- she ran away?! Why? Where is she?” Yunho asked panicky.
Changmin gave him a strange look. “She’ll be fine. I think-“
“No, Changmin-sshi! Your sister is running away! Have you called her?” Yunho cut him.
“Well, I haven’t but-“
“Call her now! What if something happened to her?” Yunho took Changmin’s phone and gave it to the owner. “Find out where she is now!”
“Yunho-sshi, she’ll be-“
“Don’t you care about your own sister, Changmin-sshi? She is your family! How can you leave her alone like that?” Yunho asked him, as if Changmin was doing something that didn’t make sense.
Changmin took a deep breath and call. Yuri answered right away. “Yuri, where are you now?... what? Why don’t you stay at the hotel?... oh, that’s right. Fine. Take care-“
“Changmin-sshi!” Yunho scolded him.
“What?” Changmin didn’t understand. What sin had he committed?
Yunho sighed and took the phone from Changmin. “Hello, Yuri-sshi, this is Jung Yunho.”
*
“My father will check the credit card transaction. Well, I guess mother, then. My father wouldn’t give a shit about me.” Yuri said.
“Just go to our apartment. You shouldn’t be alone out there.” Yunho replied.
Yuri could hear “But we only have one room, Yunho-sshi!” and Yunho hushed her brother. “Please come, Yuri-sshi. It will be colder at dawn outside.”
Yuri smiled. “It’s okay. Oppa is right, I can take care of myself.”
Yunho sighed. “Then… just wait where you are. I’ll tell your brother to bring some money. And have you eaten yet? We already finished our dinner… so-“
“No, no, it’s really okay, Yunho-sshi.” Yuri refused. “I already had my dinner. But yes please, if you can ask Changmin Oppa to send me the money.”
“Of course! He’ll be there in a while.”
*
Yunho had prepared a nice hot ginger drink for Changmin. He felt bad for interfering the Shim’s family problem. But still, Yuri was a woman, and she was Changmin’s sister too! How could he let her alone out there? It could be dangerous!
It had been three hours since Changmin left. A quite long time, since Yuri’s location wasn’t that far. Should Yunho call? Ah, but maybe they went out together. Yunho didn’t want to disturb them.
A little before midnight, the door clicked open.
“Changmin-sshi!” Yunho came to the door. “Why do you take so long? Is Yuri fine?”
“She is,” Changmin took off his coat and gloves.
“It’s really cold out there? God, you’re freezing!” Yunho could feel Changmin’s cold fingers when he touched them. “Are you-“
Changmin was standing tall in front of him. Nose red, maybe from the cold. Yunho could feel his breath on his face. Shit, they must be standing too close.
“Do you want to do it?” Changmin asked, his hands tightened in Yunho’s hold, pulled him closer a little.
“What.” His heart started to beat like crazy. Their hands trapped between their bodies.
“Do you? Tell me now if you don’t want it.” Changmin’s voice was low, a bit rough.
Yunho could read lust in his eyes. “Sex?”
Changmin moved his hand to wrap around Yunho’s body, pulled him impossibly closer and leaned down to whisper right to his ear. “Tell me now if you don’t want to.”
Yunho could feel the hot damp air and Changmin’s slightly chapped lips brushed against his sensitive neck. “Let’s do it.”
Changmin took his hand and walked to their bedroom, stripped in progress and Yunho just followed his lead, their clothings scattered here and there. Changmin pulled him to the bed and Yunho was pinned under him.
“I- I’ve never done this.” Changmin said suddenly.
“You’ve never…” Yunho looked up to Changmin’s eyes. He could see that the younger was a bit afraid, nervous and insecure… lust somehow had blinded him.
“Not with a guy.” Changmin bit his lip.
“It’s okay.” Yunho gulped, ran his hands up and down along Changmin’s bare body. He rolled to the side and took a little bottle of lotion, god know who was it belong to, and squirted the content to his fingers. “Wait,” he pushed Changmin.
Changmin sat and watched Yunho as the man spread his leg, foot planted to the bed, knees bent. And slowly, Yunho put his finger to his hole. He could hear Changmin swore, stroking his cock roughly. Yunho could notice the neediness and the rush in the air.
Changmin was stroking his dick. He was jerking off. Yunho had seen it once, accidentally. And now, it was presented right in front of him. Changmin’s long beautiful fingers wrapped around his equally beautiful cock, the veins started to visible, and Yunho gulped, because he wanted to feel it in his throat.
Slowly, Yunho added the second fingers. It had been so long and he was tight as hell. It was so fucking hurt and Yunho was scissoring his fingers, prepped himself carefully. When he heard Changmin moaned and the tip of his cock was glistening with precum, Yunho moved his fingers faster, looking for his prostate, wanted to feel the same pleasure as well.
“Enough,” Yunho said to both of them, took the lotion and poured it directly to Changmin’s cock. “Come, enter me.” He pulled Changmin’s shoulder to lean down to him.
Changmin pulled Yunho’s legs and the older man was laying on his back again, Changmin on top of him, took Yunho’s leg up, the back of Yunho’s knees hitched on his elbow, and entered.
“Aaaahhh! Fuck! Fuck!” Yunho shouted in ecstasy. Maybe because Changmin was too big. Maybe he was too tight. Maybe he was too fucking impatient to prep himself well, dammint, but fuck, Yunho couldn’t wait for it.
Changmin wasn’t gentle, and Yunho wasn’t in the mood for slow sex either. He pounded right away to Yunho’s hole, fucked him inside out vigorously.
Yunho was clawing to Changmin’s back, his hand grabbed Changmin’s firm ass, pushed him closer, deeper inside him. He wanted to feel every burn Changmin could give. When he look up, he could see Changmin’s eyes tight closed in pleasure, jaw clenched and his mouth opened slightly to let out the sexiest whimper Yunho had ever heard.
Changmin shifted and he held Yunho’s legs up to his shoulder, and fuck, he hit that spot just right. Yunho could feel his prostate being molested by the big hot hardness and he was moaning like a whore but he didn’t fucking care, because he was almost there. Yunho wrapped his hand around his erection, the rhythm was getting messy because both of them were chasing the pleasure.
Yunho jerked faster, faster, his hand held his cock tighter, thumbed the slit rougher and he spurted his seed to his abs. The orgasm made his inner walls squeezed Changmin’s hot cock mercilessly and Yunho could feel the younger man’s twitched uncontrollably. Yunho held him tighter, encouraged him to go deeper. Changmin thrust once, twice, and he lost it, spurted inside Yunho with a shout.
“Sunyoung-ah!”
Yunho froze. The man passed out on top of him, and Yunho couldn’t move. His eyes automatically filled with tears and just fell like that. He felt numb.
What.
What just happened.
Changmin’s body felt hot and heavy, yet Yunho still couldn’t push him away. His hands fell limp to his sides. They felt so cold and his lips felt dry. There was a strange feeling in his stomach and he just couldn’t stop it though he wanted to get rid of it.
Changmin shouted a name. Not his, that Yunho knew. It wasn’t the wrong name, the right one instead. The name Changmin had in his heart. And it wasn’t Yunho.
After god knew how long, Yunho slipped away, let Changmin fell to the bed on his chest, and went to the bathroom.
*
Changmin knew he should care more about his sister. But it wasn’t like he was wrong. Yuri was 24. Of course she could take care of herself well. She didn’t need him, right? But Yunho had proved him wrong. Yuri needed her Oppa.
“You can use my money.” Changmin gave the cash to his sister.
“Thank you, Oppa.” Yuri smiled and received it. “He made you do it, doesn’t he?”
The weather was freezing, the wind blew cold air to their direction. Changmin huffed and took off his scarf. “Here. You wear this.” He put the scarf around Yuri’s neck.
“Omo, Yunho-sshi told you to give your scarf too?” Yuri asked in amusement.
“You better text Mother or something. She worries about you so much.” Changmin said.
Yuri looked down and played with Changmin’s scarf.
Changmin sighed. “I’ll tell her you are alright. Just take your time okay. And stop being so childish, Yuri, at least think about our mother.”
Yuri mumbled a quiet okay.
When he drove back, Changmin passed Sunyoung’s apartment. Should he… but he knew he shouldn’t.
But Changmin got in anyway. He parked the car and entered the building. “Nuna, are you home?”
“Changmin? What-“
“I’m in your apartment. Let me in.” Changmin felt happy just to hear her voice.
Sunyoung sighed. “Okay. Wait a sec.”
Three minutes later, Changmin found Sunyoung in a tanktop and skirt.
“It’s so sudden, what happened?” Sunyoung asked.
“I just want to see you, can’t I?” Changmin walked closer and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
“Changmin… I’m tired…” Sunyoung muttered.
“Okay, do you want me to-“
“Changmin,” Sunyoung turned around and pushed Changmin. “You’re married.”
“I’m engaged.” Changmin corrected her.
“Yes.” Sunyoung replied.
“But Nuna, I’ve told you it doesn’t matter, right? That’s just something my father wanted. But I want you…” Changmin walked closer and hugged her again. “Only you…”
Sunyoung put his hand on Changmin’s chest to stop him. “Changmin, what we had, is nothing. I thought you know that.”
“Nothing?” anger flashed in Changmin’s eyes. “What do you mean by that?”
“God, Changmin, don’t tell me that you don’t know that.” Sunyoung scoffed. “We enjoy each other’s company, but it doesn’t make it official.”
“Why do you think like that? You think that we’re not in a serious relationship?” Changmin demanded.
“Look at us. You are twenty years younger than me. You can be my son, Changmin!” Sunyoung stated.
“Age doesn’t matter!” Changmin quickly replied.
“Age does matter! Look how childish you behave! How can you think that we’re together, Changmin?” Sunyoung hissed.
“Why you always like this?” Changmin asked quietly, totally defeated when it came to the woman he loved. “It didn’t matter when we first met, why is it matter now?” he looked at her. “I can be whoever you want, I will give whatever you need, why you change?”
Sunyoung gulped. “You’re engaged, Changmin.”
“And you had a husband. But you said it didn’t matter, right? And you divorced him. It doesn’t matter.” Changmin insisted.
“It matters now.” Sunyoung turned and walked away.
Changmin quickly held his hand. “You’re hiding something from me. What is it?”
“I’m not!” Sunyoung yanked off Changmin’s hand. “Stop acting like you know me!”
Changmin stood still, before finally walked off and drove away.