Secrets.1
Title: Secrets
Pairing: MinHo
Summary: Changmin had always kept secrets regarding Yunho.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crack, Fluff, Humor, Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: Specifially (a rare crossbreed of ‘specially’ and ‘specifically’) written for xxfergiexx because she forced me to as a returning favor for her writing my late! birthday fic :D From lo thread~
Warning: Loads of fluff and very gay Yunho in the beginning (not that there’s a difference xD)
*
Changmin likes to keep secrets.
He likes to keep secrets especially for Yunho or when he found something about Yunho that is worthy for blackmail. He likes secrets about Yunho. He adores secrets about Yunho. He loves secrets about Yunho so much that he will not hesitate to take those secrets out for a dinner date and charm them enough so that they would fall into his bed willingly and ride him like a cowboy and milk him for all his wort-
Ahem.
The point is, Changmin likes secrets pertaining to Yunho. They make him feel ridiculously and deliriously happy that he knows something about Yunho the media - or anyone else - doesn’t.
It may be possessive of him, or maybe just downright nuts, but Changmin wouldn’t trade Yunho’s secrets for the world.
*
“Changmin!”
SLAM.
Yunho lets out a sigh of desperation and he takes off his shoes hurriedly. He puts them on the shoe rack carelessly and closes the front door behind him. “Changmin! Wait!” He toddles awkwardly to Changmin’s room, trying to pull his socks off in the process. “I didn’t mean to - Changmin!” He raps on the door.
“Not in the mood, Jung,” Changmin snaps, voice lower and harsher from anger. That kind of voice turns Yunho on, but now isn’t really the time.
“Changmin, please!” Yunho begs, feet finally from his socks. “Can you at least open the door? You’re angry at me but I don’t even know why! Can you please tell me?”
Silence.
“I’ll … I’ll make you your favorite food~”
Silence.
Yunho didn’t really have much hope on that one - he’s a terrible cook and Changmin’s favorite food is, well, everything. “Come on! I’ll … I’ll let you do whatever you want to me!”
“I already do.”
Yunho scrunches his nose angrily (read: cutely) at the door. “Like I have any say in the matter,” he mutters. “Shim Changmin, if you don’t leave your room right now, then I’ll leave!” He swears he hears a “hah, as if!” through the door and Yunho slumps his shoulders. Changmin’s right anyway; he loves Changmin to much to even think of leaving.
Yunho unwillingly resorts to his last option: crying. As much as crying undoes Changmin in a couple of seconds, it still dents his manly pride. Don’t look at him like that - Changmin had claimed dominance over him since they first got together, he won’t deny that, but Yunho’s still a man. And damn it, men do not cry!
“Ch-Changmin …” Yunho begins to sob.
Okay, Yunho’s not that much of a man anyway.
“C-can you please tell me why y-y-you’re angry?” Yunho wipes away his tears. He hates seeing his younger lover angry, and would do anything to chase the scowl away from his face. “I mean, I - I know you’re angry at me, but -” he hiccups “- I don’t know why … I’m sorry, for whatever I did … I’m sorry. Just … don’t be angry anymore …”
The door opens almost instantly after Yunho’s apology, Changmin sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know I hate it when you cry,” he mumbles, pulling Yunho close for a hug. “Just breathe,” he instructs, running his hand down Yunho’s back a few times. “Feel better?” he asks when he hears Yunho’s breaths calm.
Yunho nods against Changmin’s shirt.
“Okay,” Changmin leads Yunho to the couch and sits on it, pulling Yunho to his lap. “Yunho, you trust me, right?”
Yunho furrows his brows in confusion. Sniffing, he nods.
Changmin reaches up and wipes away his tears. “Then why is it that Yesung hyung knows your secrets too?”
Nonplussed, Yunho blinks. “What … what secrets?”
“You know!” Changmin pouts. “He knows your secret of your usually wearing long t-shirts and no underwear underneath.”
“Oh,” Yunho says. He coughs into his fist, trying to hide his smile.
“Yah,” Changmin says with his eyes narrowed, slapping Yunho’s arm.
“That isn’t really respectful,” Yunho muses. “Isn’t it disrespectful for you to say ‘yah’ to people younger than you?”
“Seniority be damned, I’m angry when I’m angry,” Changmin glowers. Yunho nods dutifully, like a cowering puppy. “What was that about? I can’t believe he even had the guts to say it out loud to the whole room. I don’t care if they were drunk.”
“But, Minnie …” Yunho blinks again. “I thought everyone knew.”
If Changmin’s eyes are naturally big, they couldn’t get any bigger now. “What?”
Yunho fidgets uncomfortably under Changmin’s gaze. “I - I - I mean, be-before we roomed together in TVXQ, I roomed with the rest of the guys. I … I sorta had that habit since then. Everyone knew about it back th-then so …”
“What. The. Fuck,” Changmin deadpans, pushing Yunho off his lap so he can pace and growl in anger. “Are you kidding me?! I thought this could be something personal I can keep to myself! It turns out that every-fucking-one knew it before me!”
“Changmin …” Yunho pouts. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you want this to be a secret …”
Changmin sighs and collapses next to his lover. “I just …” He sighs again. “Ever since you and Jaejoong became a couple, I feel that I can never compare to him. He’s your first love and that is already a worthy title. You’re gonna be comparing me to him no matter what. And also,” he holds up a hand to stop Yunho in whatever he wants to say, “ever since I became your lover, I want to know something about you that no one else does. It’s really the only thing that helps me know that I beat Jaejoong over something.”
“Oh, Changmin …” Yunho scoots closer to Changmin. “You’ll have Jaejoong beat someday -”
“Face it, Yunho, he’s always better than me,” Changmin growls. “He’s way better at singing, he’s sexier, he’s got the whole of South Korea - heck, maybe even the whole of Asia - eating at the palm of his hand and he was your first lover. I’ll never beat him.”
“Now you listen to me,” Yunho says sternly in a soft voice. “Jaejoong’s not perfect, nobody’s perfect. Not even you are perfect.”
“Thanks, Yunho,” Changmin says with a -_- face. “I feel so loved.”
“Let me finish,” Yunho says in the same voice, though there’s a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You aren’t perfect, Changmin, but to me you are. You so are. Your flaws and your ideals cancel each other out, making you the very epitome of perfection in my eyes. And who cares if Jaejoong was my first lover. I love you now, Changmin, you. He’s in the past and you’re my present … and hopefully future …”
Changmin stays silent.
Yunho purses his lips. “Oh, I know! Why don’t I tell you a secret of mine that nobody else knows?”
“That’s the whole point of a secret, Yunho,” Changmin deadpans. “Nobody’s supposed to know it.”
“But you’ll know this one,” Yunho says with a cheery grin.
Changmin rolls his eyes. “Okay, fine. Lay it on me.”
Yunho opens his mouth excitedly then closes it, unsure of which secret is suitable for Changmin. Changmin watches with amusement as Yunho bites his lower lip and looks around their apartment, as though it’ll give him an answer. “Oooh, I got one!” Yunho finally says after a few long moments, bouncing slightly on his seat.
“No one should be that happy when saying their secrets,” Changmin says, leaning back on the couch.
“Quiet, you,” Yunho pouts. His smile returns almost immediately. “I’m actually … a romanticist.”
Changmin wants to facepalm and strangle Yunho. He does the former option so hard that it’ll erase all thoughts of throttling his leader. TVXQ can’t go without a leader, right? “Really? Really. Oh my God, Yunho, everyone knows that!”
Confusion crosses Yunho’s features. “Really? They do?”
“Come on, asphyxiating is fun~ No one would notice him missing~”
Shut up, inner thoughts, Changmin thinks angrily. “No, I’m just kidding,” he says sarcastically. “Of course they know! Haven’t you read fanfictions of you being so overly cheesy and corny people can puke?”
Yunho seems slightly cheered at the statement. “Really? They write fanfictions about me?”
Changmin groans, throwing his head back to rest at the head of the couch while squelching his thoughts of choking his lover.
*
“Changmin, we’re going to Jeju Island next week.”
Changmin lowers his beer thoughtfully. “And … why?”
“Because,” Yunho swoops down and snatches away the beer before Changmin can have another sip, “Son Jichang sunbaenim - you know Son Jichang sunbaenim - is planning a concert there. I heard only us and Lee Junghyun noona are invited, so how awesome is that?”
Changmin directs his attention from the TV to Yunho’s cheerful face grumpily, still a bit put-off that Yunho stole his beer. “Not really. If anything,” his face morphs to a lewd grin, “I’d rather stay at home, where I can fuck you long and hard and no one minds.”
Yunho scowls, willing his blush down. “No,” he says instantly, pouring the beer’s contents down the sink.
Changmin’s grin drops and he looks back at the TV. “Then we’re not going.”
“Changmin!” Yunho whines, stomping on the ground, tossing the empty beer bottle into the trash can. “Come on! I’ll … I’ll let you do whatever you want to me!”
“Now isn’t that what you said to me that night to try and bribe me to come out to tell you what was angering me?” Changmin muses, tilting his head to the side. “My answer back then and my answer now is still the same: I already do.”
Yunho sighs and sits next to Changmin on the couch, running his hand up and down Changmin’s gorgeous biceps. “Changmin, please. Think of this as a romantic getaway for the two of us.”
“With manager hyung, the island’s residents and the possibility of Junghyun noona, Son Jichang sunbaenim and PDs with cameras ‘visiting’ us.”
Yunho looks down a bit. “Well …” He looks back up with a grimace. “Yeah.”
Changmin groans and flops his head back on the couch.
“Changmin, I just want you to be more social,” Yunho continues. “Come on. People are fun to be around with, as you’ve proven time and time again with the stupid Kyu-line.”
“Hey,” Changmin’s head shoots back up, “our group isn’t stupid. Though I must admit that the founder of the name is somewhat of an airhead -”
“You mean Kyuhyun?” Yunho deadpans with a raised brow.
“Exactly!” Changmin nods. “He betted that I’d bottom to you, of all people!”
Yunho pouts. “Well, that’s not very nice.”
“I know, right?” Changmin sighs. “Why would I bottom to you when I had already instilled my jurisdiction over you -”
“I meant your sentence isn’t very nice,” Yunho rolls his eyes. “And - wait.” He blinks at Changmin confusedly. “It’s been about two years since we got together and I haven’t topped once. I thought we were supposed to take turns topping? What happened to that?”
Changmin stares for a while and clears his throat. “So, about Jeju Island …”
*
“I can’t believe you managed to talk me into this,” Changmin growls as he tries to bring one of Yunho’s many suitcases into their suite.
“Excuse me, I didn’t talk you into anything,” Yunho says with a triumphant grin behind his lover. “You wanted to change the subject of me topping to coming here to Jeju.” His grin drops. “I’m still gonna top soon, baby.”
“Never for the rest of your life,” Changmin growls as Yunho walks past him, touching his back lightly. Yunho is tight, damn it, like he’s a virgin everytime they fuck. And damn it if Changmin doesn’t feel that gloriously delicious heat around Little Max everytime they fuck!
“Careful, baby,” Yunho says suddenly. “I don’t want you breaking a nail while bringing my things in.”
Changmin stares with an open mouth. “Breaking a nail? Dude, only girls say that.”
“And only douchebag with tan lines and an IQ below that of an average horsefly calls their boyfriend ‘dude’,” Yunho snaps back.
Changmin scrunches his face. “Ouch.”
Yunho smiles apologetically. “Sorry?”
“Don’t be,” Changmin heaves as he pushes Yunho’s biggest suitcase in with all his force. “I’m kinda proud. You’re sticking up for yourself.”
Yunho goes ^_^ and turns to take a sip of his piña colada. “Thanks, baby.”
“Now that you’re sticking up for yourself, explain why you brought three bags on this three day-long trip,” Changmin forces through gritted teeth, sure that a vein is throbbing near his temple.
Yunho pouts. “But Minnie~! We got invited by Son Jichang sunbaenim! And he and Junghyun noona might be visiting us soon! I need to look presentable!”
“You brought my clothes,” Changmin says with folded arms.
“And Bambi!” Yunho cheers, putting his drink down to rip open one the suitcase. “Don’t forget Bambi!” His unzips the suitcase and, as Changmin confirms, Changmin’s clothes come bursting out, as if Yunho had forced them in.
“Yunho!” Changmin says as one of his shirts - the one he dubs as the Hugging Shirt (whenever he misses his hyungs and doesn’t want to bother Yunho about it, he hugs and cries into the shirt) - lands on his head. He snatches the shirt away and continues to glare at Yunho.
“Found her!” Yunho cheers, pressing Bambi’s plastic nose against Changmin’s one.
Changmin smacks Bambi away. “Jung Yunho, clean up this mess right now!”
Yunho scrambles to retrieve Bambi and presses her close to his chest. “But but but -”
“No buts,” Changmin glares. “No ands, no ors. I already have a headache and dragging one of your suitcases (one of them, Yunho! Fucking one!) just made my headache worse. Please, just clean this up while I go down and confirm the concert timing with manager hyung.”
Yunho pouts but nods dutifully. “Okay, take your time.”
Changmin sighs. Yunho’s not one to stay angry, but he’s not Yunho. His grudges can be very nasty. He might as well take a small walk to calm his nerves.
*
“Okay, done!” Yunho says to himself as he manages to squeeze all of Changmin’s shirts into the suitcase. “And my suitcases aren’t heavy,” he says to himself, going out to the corridor and easily bringing his remaining two suitcases in. “Hmm … maybe I should’ve told him that the other suitcase belongs to manager hyung … Ah well, I’ll tell him when he gets back.”
Speaking of which, where is he?
Yunho checks his watch with a worried frown. Changmin’s been gone for almost an hour now. Surely going downstairs and checking their schedule then coming back up wouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes? Yunho sighs and goes over to the window, his worry replaced with admiration. “Wow … the view is gorgeous.”
It’s nearing dusk and the dark ocean is mirroring the sunset’s colors. Yunho sighs and leans against the window. Just as he does, a sudden dramatization of Romeo and Juliet pops into his mind, though he replaces the characters with him and Changmin.
“Changmin, O Changmin!” himself in his mind calls out, wearing a pretty dress (that Changmin had somehow managed to con him into wearing). “Wherefore art thou, my handsome Changmin? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”
“Geez, Yunho,” the (still) stunningly handsome Changmin in his mind says, swinging his sword for a while then stabbing it to the ground. He rests both hands on the hilt and smiles charmingly at him. “You actually remember that stuff? People only remember the first two sentences, you know.”
“Hey,” Yunho points a defending finger to Changmin. “People remember them for plays too! And say your line! Geez, even in my imagination you’re an ass.”
Changmin sighs. “Fine.” With a groan, he unenthusiastically replies, “Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?”
Yunho’s eyes widen. “Oh wait, shit. You’re supposed to be listening secretly on me. You’re not supposed to be out here yet.”
“Yunho,” Changmin sighs, though it sounds more tired than the previous one. “What’s this about? Why are you suddenly imagining all this?”
“I’ve always wanted us to do a rendition of Romeo and Juliet!” Yunho says, excited. “Isn’t that romantic, Changmin? The world’s most famous couple … played by us!”
“Don’t they both die in the end?” Changmin asks with furrowed brows. “Wait, you want us to die?” He pulls his sword from the grass and points it threateningly at Yunho. “What have you done to my lover? Die, foul beast!”
“Changmin!” Yunho stomps. “I don’t want us to die …”
Changmin chuckles and stabs the sword back at the ground. “I know. I was just kidding.” His smile drops to a look of concern. “But seriously. Why are you suddenly … well, you know.”
Yunho pouts slightly and rests his arms against the banister. “I miss you …”
Changmin smiles up at him. “I’m right here, baby.”
Yunho chuckles dryly. “Though I appreciate the sentiment, that’s not what I mean.” He sighs. “I … Ever since Yesung hyung said that ‘secret’, you’ve been avoiding me. You won’t kiss me, you won’t stay in the same room with me, you won’t hug me … and when I hug you, you either return it half-heartedly or you shrug me off and say you have something up.” He sighs again, deeper than Changmin had ever heard before, tears in his eyes. “Did I … did I do something wrong?”
“Oh, baby,” Changmin wants to hug him so tight. “I admit that secret thing had thrown me a bit off kilter, but I’m the same, okay? I just …” he sighs. “Okay, I’m not the same. I just keep telling myself I’m second when it comes to Jaejoong.”
“But I thought I said -”
Changmin holds a hand up to silence his lover. “I know what you said. But … let me wallow in my own puddle of self-angst just a bit longer, okay? I’ll be back to normal before you know it and you’ll have cuddly Changmin back.”
Yunho grins at Changmin. “Thanks, baby. I needed this.”
“Now, about the secrets thing …” Changmin puts on a thoughtful face. “Oh, I know. Why don’t you tell the me in real life that you imagine us as other couples?”
Yunho bites his lower lip and shakes his head regretfully. “Sorry, but Jaejae already knows about that.”
Changmin looks thunderstruck. “What?! He -”
“He actually proposed the idea,” Yunho continues cheerfully. “Our first one was The Little Mermaid and I was Ariel and he was Eric. His favorite part was when I traded my voice for legs, and then when he found me on the beach, he,” Yunho glares slightly, “proceeded to fuck me like crazy, but anyway! Jaejoong already knows this secret so Changmin - I mean, you won’t be satisfied with knowing something someone else does.”
“Hmm … you have a point.” Changmin pulls back his sword and sheathes it back, smiling at Yunho. “Well, you’ll think of it. Come dream of us again.” He presses two fingers to his lips and smacks an air kiss to Yunho.
Yunho kisses the air and smiles at Changmin. “Of course I will.” Changmin fades and Yunho opens his eyes to have twinkling stars greet him, sighing heavily when he’s reminded once again that he’s alone. “I miss you so much that that’s all I’m doing to at least keep the illusion that you’re still with me.”
The door to their suite creaks open a couple of hours later. Changmin pokes his head in and switches on the light. Okay, maybe falling asleep on the beach was a bad idea, but hey. At least he’s feeling a bit refreshed. He sighs when he notices Yunho slumped over the window, butt half-falling off the armchair, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Chuckling to himself, Changmin goes to Yunho and pries him off the window, sitting on the armchair and pulling the sleeping Yunho to his lap. “Baby …” he murmurs softly, kissing Yunho’s neck. “Baby, wake up.”
Yunho groans when he feels a ticklish sensation on his neck and the soft soothing voice of Changmin. “Mmrgh … Ch … Changmin?”
“In the flesh,” Changmin replies, kissing Yunho’s neck again. “Why are you sleeping out on the window ledge? It must’ve been uncomfortable.”
“Was trying to …” Yunho’s cut off with a yawn, “wait up for you.”
Changmin plants another kiss on Yunho’s neck. God, he loves that neck. “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” Yunho mumbles sleepily, wrapping his arms around Changmin’s neck. “God, I missed you.”
“I’m here,” Changmin says softly, tightening his hold against Yunho. He closes his eyes. “Sorry for avoiding you.”
“S’okay,” Yunho nuzzles into Changmin’s shirt. “You being here makes up for it.”
Smiling, Changmin leans into the armchair and allows the sweet desire to sleep overtake them.
*
The first thing that greets Yunho when he wakes up is Changmin’s musky scent. He smiles and undoes the first few buttons of Changmin’s shirt, flipping the cloth back to expose his chest. He runs his hand up and down the firm muscles of his toned chest and kisses one of the pecs.
“My new alarm clock, are you?” Changmin’s groggy voice chuckles as he stares down at Yunho.
Yunho nods and bites playfully at his chest. “Mmhmm! I hope you don’t knock me off the dresser every morning.”
“I’ll knock you into my bed instead,” Changmin leers suggestively.
Yunho smacks his chest then gets off. “Not right now, baby. The concert’s in a few hours. You’ll have all of me afterwards.”
“Can’t wait,” Changmin says huskily, which turns into a groan as Yunho tugs his arms to get him off the chair. “We’re never sleeping on a chair ever again. God, my neck is killing me.”
Yunho grins cheekily at Changmin and leads him to the bathroom. “Climb into the tub and I’ll massage your shoulders then. Don’t want the Almighty Maknae to sprain one of his muscles.”
“I’d better not,” Changmin complains, rubbing the back of his neck. “Cramps are a bitch to take care of.”
Yunho’s eyes sparkle at the sight of the bathroom, absolutely white and pristine and and and … and so shiny. His jaw drops in amazement and awe at their bathtub with water jets built in like a jacuzzi. “Changminnie, look! They have bath salts! And water jets! And candles!”
“Candles?” Changmin deadpans. “What are they planning, placing candles in our suite?”
“Oh, they’re in every suite, Changmin,” Yunho says absentmindedly as he opens a tap and a gush of water flows out to fill the tub. He looks at all the bath salts and bites his lower lip. “Changminnie, which do you prefer? Eucalyptus or Sweet Rose?” He turns to Changmin with two small glass bottles in each hand.
Changmin leans forward. “Neither.” He shifts through the bath salts, eyes falling on one label. “Oh, how about this one? Peppermint.”
Yunho wrinkles his nose. “Nah, too minty.”
Changmin rolls his eyes. “That’s the primary smell and taste of peppermint, but your call.” He scoops up the other bottles in his hands, wincing at the sharp tinkling sound they make when struck against each other, and studies the labels and descriptions. “How about Vanilla Dreams? Sweetgrass? Lemon Verbena? Manly Man Sage? Old Fashioned -”
“Wait!” Yunho suddenly calls out. “What?”
Changmin blinks at him. “Old Fashioned Rose? It has thyme in it which I don’t think goes well with us but -”
“No, no, no,” Yunho shakes his head. “The other one. The one before that.”
“Oh.” Changmin looks at the bottles in his hand. “You mean …” he holds up one, “Manly Man Sage?”
“Yeah,” Yunho nods. “What’s that one?”
“Well, it says here that it is ‘a very masculine, smoky fragrance, evoking memories of campfires and powwows. The sage herb is finely ground and used in the bath sal-’”
“That’s perfect,” Yunho breathes, turning off the tap. “Now take off your clothes and pour it in.”
Changmin shrugs and uncorks the vial, pouring the entire amount in. “Masculine scents like this isn’t what you’d normally go for, but I won’t question it.” He follows Yunho’s lead and strips, sinking into the water after he’s done. “Ohhhh yes. Oh God, this is the stuff …” Changmin rests his head against the edge of the bathtub, closing his eyes and feeling his muscles relax.
“Don’t hog the water all for yourself though,” Yunho’s warning voice cuts through his blank mind.
Changmin opens his eyes unwillingly and smirks at his lover, naked and standing near the door, apparently just having locked it. He sits up and smirks at him. “Well, there’s plenty of room for you.”
Yunho rolls his eyes and climbs into the tub. His back facing Changmin’s front, he leans against his lover and sighs contently. “This feels wonderful, Min.”
“I might get heat for this, but I know what else feels wonderful.”
Yunho cranes his head slightly to look at Changmin. “Hmm?”
“You,” Changmin says with a wolfish smirk.
Yunho smacks his arm. “Pervert. Not now.”
Changmin nods, the smirk still on his face, and kisses Yunho’s shoulder.
“Still need a massage?”
Changmin shakes his head. “Nah. I think the water’s doing a great job of instilling the long forgotten art of relaxation to my muscles.”
“You deserved it,” Yunho finds his hand and laces their fingers together. “I feel so happy, Changmin. I’ve never been loved so much before.”
“Oh?” Changmin cocks an eyebrow. “Not even by -”
“Don’t say his name!” Yunho says with his eyes closed tight. Changmin wants to laugh at his childish actions. “Forget about him for this moment. It’s just … you and me. Max and U-Know. Changmin and Yunho.”
Changmin couldn’t agree more. With Yunho by his side, he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
Damn word limits >.< click here for part 2~