Your Bet's as Good as Mine (2/16)
Title: Your Bet's as Good as Mine (2/16)
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 3,482
Beta: chibisuz <3
Comments are love ^^
The next time he saw Yunho was a week later, in the college library, sitting with a girl.
Changmin did a double take. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, knew that Yunho was a good student, but a part of him didn't believe that someone who seemed to love life so much could still be a good student. He glared at the girl, but it was entirely useless as the girl couldn't even see it.
Yunho hadn’t seen him walk in through the doors, so absorbed was he in whispering to the girl, occasionally pointing to the books between them. Changmin settled down on a table not too far away, pulling out his laptop and books from his bag before turning on the laptop and glancing at Yunho over the top.
Yunho’s head was still bent down.
Changmin sighed, and decided to get working on his own Ancient Chinese literature essay. It wasn’t due for another week, but Changmin was almost done; he only had to add a couple more quotes and proofread it. He was determined to finish with the essay today so that he could begin tackling work for his Advanced Macro Analysis and Calculus 4 classes. Being an economics major with a minor in mathematics meant a lot of number-filled classes, so Changmin occasionally took a literature class to keep himself sane.
Eventually, Changmin got lost in his work and didn’t notice the hour passing, nor did he notice when someone was standing over his shoulder until the person cleared their throat rather loudly.
He looked up to see Yunho staring down at him.
Changmin’s heart did a couple back flips and maybe a few cartwheels too, but he forced himself to relax. Which was easy to do when he had developed a crick in his neck and needed to stretch anyway. He stretched his hands above and twisted in his seat to get rid of the ache in his neck and shoulders. He politely pretended not to notice when Yunho’s eyes settled themselves on the skin showing between the waistband of his jeans and his shirt.
He gestured wordlessly for Yunho to take the seat across him, which he did, placing his book bag next to him on the floor.
“Why’d you leave me?” Yunho asked without preamble, voice low so the librarian wouldn't glare at him.
Changmin pretended not to know what he was talking about. He raised an eyebrow, a questioning look in his eye.
“At the club. You left me blue-balled,” he said sullenly. He sounded so much like a petulant child Changmin couldn’t help but laugh, although he was quickly shushed by the librarian.
He smiled at her in apology, and then turned back to Yunho.
“I did?”
“Yes, you did, and I was really mad.”
Changmin ignored the comment. “What are you doing in a library?”
“You say it like I’m not allowed to be here,” Yunho chuckled, seemingly over his annoyance from a minute ago. “I didn’t know you were a student here.”
“Well, I am. Stop changing the subject.”
“Like you just did?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Changmin scowled, having no answer for Yunho.
Yunho looked amused. “I tutor freshmen for science and stuff,” he said vaguely, answering Changmin’s question.
“And stuff?” Changmin asked, looking decidedly unimpressed.
“Yeah,” Yunho answered blandly. “Anyway, what are you doing? Are you free?”
“No I am not free, I am working so I need complete quiet,” he said, giving Yunho a pointed look. Half of him wanted to finish his work, but the other half didn’t want Yunho to leave. It had been just as much torture for him to leave the club last week as it was for Yunho, wanting nothing but to pounce on him right there on the dance floor. But he didn’t want to be seen as easy, didn’t want to be another one of Yunho’s conquests. He wanted to drag out...whatever this was...for as long as possible. He knew there was a high chance he would lose Yunho’s interests, but he was willing to take the gamble. Yunho had, after all, waited a full week for him and jacked off to Changmin’s face, hadn’t he?
Yunho suddenly lifted his backpack and proceeded to pull his books out. “Don’t worry, I’ll be real quiet,” he assured. “Do you mind if I sit here with you? I have some work left too.”
Changmin most certainly did not mind, but he definitely wasn’t expecting this.
“Uh, not at all…” he said, half delighted, half distressed.
Yunho smiled winningly. “Great, you won’t even notice me,” he promised.
Changmin sincerely doubted that, but he just hummed in acknowledgment and looked down at his work.
Half an hour later, Changmin decided Yunho was the biggest liar this side of the planet. He had done nothing but notice Yunho. Yunho furrowing his eyebrows adorably in concentration. Yunho writing notes in a messy scrawl legible only to him. Yunho shifting his legs beneath the too small table. Yunho brushing his legs against Changmin's. Added to the fact that Yunho would look up once in a while and catch him stealing glances, Changmin thought he would explode from how flustered and anxious Yunho's mere presence was making him. Shim Changmin did not become flustered, and yet here he was now, unable to stop the blush that appeared on his cheeks every time Yunho caught him looking and gave him a grin that was too knowing for Changmin's liking.
Not to mention the fact that Yunho seemed to know every fucking person in the school. Every few minutes, someone or other would come up to him, clap him on the back if a guy or call him Oppa! if a girl, and throw Changmin enquiring looks, as if to ask why the two of them were sitting together. Changmin didn't know whether he was more irritated with Yunho for distracting him from his work or for being so goddamn friendly with everyone.
Changmin focused on his books pointedly, and Yunho took the hint and didn’t try to disturb him with introductions.
He was tempted a few times to ask how many nose jobs Yunho had done, but decided it would be rude.
After a relative period of silence, when Changmin had finally been able to concentrate on one thing for more than five minutes, Yunho slid over a small piece of paper.
Gimme your number please?
Changmin glanced up at Yunho, who was looking back intently. Smiling slightly to himself, he wrote his number neatly on the paper before sliding it back to Yunho's side.
He wasn't sure whether he had made a mistake or not in giving his number, because at this point he wasn't sure what he himself wanted from Yunho, although he was quite sure it definitely wasn't what Yunho wanted from him. But when Yunho's face lit up in a grin, and Changmin felt warmth spread through him, he thought maybe, just this once, it would be okay.
***
He regretted giving Yunho his number a mere 30 minutes later.
Having received his prize, Yunho had left the library before Changmin, citing "places to be" as his reason.
Before he left though, he invited Changmin to come with him.
"My hyung is throwing a party for no specific reason, wanna come keep me company?"
"Won't you have other people to keep you company?" Changmin asked.
"Not really, they're mostly hyung's friends. He only keeps me around to attract people," Yunho replied, grinning.
Oh I'll bet, Changmin thought.
Yunho looked at him carefully and kept his voice casual. "Wanna come? You can spend the night."
Changmin didn't need him to clarify to know what he meant. He declined as graciously as possible. "No, I have work to finish," he said, shaking his head.
"Fine, if you insist," he said, sighing dramatically. Walking away, he muttered 'nerd' loud enough for Changmin to hear.
"Hey I heard that!"
Yunho grinned innocently and then waved good bye before walking out.
15 minutes later, his phone vibrated, signaling a message.
He took his phone out his bag, to see Yunho had already made use of his number.
Received from Unknown 7:32 PM
Changmin, its Yunho :)))) Save my # ^^
He smiled like an idiot at his phone, saved Yunho's number, and then sent him a reply.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:33 PM
Done. Don't you have places to be?
Setting his phone aside, he went back to his books, but his phone vibrated again.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:33 PM
Yess but i wana talk 2 u ^^;;;
Changmin didn't even try to stop looking like a moron this time. He tried to keep his text as nonchalant as possible.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:35 PM
So then why did you leave
The reply came quickly. Changmin sighed, gave up on doing any more work, and turned his attention to his phone.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:36 PM
I had to :(( he said he wuld castrate me if i didnt come
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:39 PM
Ouch. Doesn't your hyung love you?
Received from Jung Yunho 7:41 PM
I thought he did but guess not :((( dont tell him tho ;)
Changmin squinted at the screen. A wink meant flirting right? He wasn't sure what Yunho was doing, so he decided to play it safe.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:43 PM
Don't worry i don't even know him.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:44 PM
U do tho! Rmbr Heechul hyung? He was with me when i came to ur stor
Oh. That hyung. Changmin resisted the urge to text back something rude like oh, the short guy?
But he can't do that, because Heechul was Yunho's hyung, obviously very close if the way they had been laughing is any indication. And Changmin didn't know why, but he didn't want to make Yunho upset with him.
His phone vibrated again in his hand.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:47 PM
Changmin?
Changmin didn't know how to respond to that though.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:48 PM
Oh. Yeah i remember him
Received from Jung Yunho 7:49 PM
U didnt like him much did u lolzz
He's surprisingly perceptive, Changmin thought dryly.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:50 PM
No no, he's very pretty.
He decided this was the safest response.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:51 PM
He is isnt he :DDD
Changmin could almost feel the pride coming off the text; he glared at his phone and then texted something he regretted immediately.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:52 PM
Is he your boyfriend?
Ugh, why did I send that?? Changmin agonized over the tragedy that was his life, waiting anxiously for Yunho's reply.
But it didn't come.
After waiting for five whole minutes, Changmin decided to leave the library. After all, it wasn't as if he was getting any work done. He packed up his stuff and then headed out, towards the apartment he and Kyuhyun shared off campus. It was in walking distance, so it didn't take long to get to.
Kyuhyun, as expected, wasn't home.
After worrying all throughout a quick dinner and a shower, he lay on his bed and glared at his phone, as if staring would help it receive a message.
Changmin jumped when it finally vibrated, then congratulated himself, as though Yunho had felt his glare from wherever he was and responded right away.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:00 PM
Yes he is, i love him so much Yunho&Heechul 5evr xoxo
Changmin's jaw dropped. Before he could think though, another message arrived.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:01 PM
Sory thy was my hung ><" we not dating he yeled at me 4txting instaed of beeing socail adn mad me drink 4 ssoth
And another.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:01 PM
Sohts
Received from Jung Yunho 9:02 PM
Dis is rlyl hard
Received from Jung Yunho 9:02 PM
Shots
Received from Jung Yunho 9:03 PM
Yses!
Changmin was unable to stop himself from laughing at Yunho's cuteness, apparent even through text messages.
Sent to Jung Yunho 9:04 PM
Good job
A reply didn't come back right away though, so Changmin assumed Yunho had been too drunk and fell asleep. That or Heechul had taken his phone away.
Turning the lights off, Changmin climbed into bed again and went to sleep, feeling warm.
***
"Changdola!" The obnoxiously cheerful voice could only belong to one person.
Changmin blushed at the cute nickname, then cursed Yunho in his head for making him feel like a bride.
Apparently Yunho thought that, having exchanged numbers, it granted him the right to be overly friendly with Changmin. This included making it a habit to yell Changdola~! every time he saw Changmin, no matter how far away he was or how many disapproving looks he got from the professors or stares from students. Changmin couldn't say this displeased him very much, but it did draw people's attention to them since Yunho and Changmin were polar opposites, and that was an inconvenience. No one on campus could wrap their heads around the fact that Yunho, sweet, kind Yunho, would want to spend his time being around such a grouch. Changmin knew this because Kyuhyun had so helpfully reported on campus gossip, though he was brutally honest, and so his language was much more colorful.
Changmin glared at Yunho to cover up his pleasure at the affectionate nickname, and when the older man came near enough, berated him for being loud.
"Why can't you act like the 21-year-old adult you are? Must you scream such an embarrassing nickname all the way across campus? People are staring!"
"Aww Changmin-ah I didn't think you were the type of person to care about what people think," Yunho said, completely ignoring Changmin's scolding.
"I don't care. It's just highly inconvenient," Changmin huffed indignantly.
Yunho tugged a lock of Changmin's hair, and smiled an annoyingly sweet smile when Changmin made a face. "So you don't like it when I call you Changdola?" he asked softly.
Yes I do.
"No I don't," he forced himself to say.
"Oh," Yunho replied, sounding so sad that Changmin flailed. "You should've just said so. I wouldn't want to upset you in any way."
"Uh..." Changmin was at a loss, unsure when the conversation had taken a turn for the worse.
"I mean it was obvious you weren't comfortable with the nickname but I just...I don't want you to hate me. I just thought if I had a nickname for you you'd be more comfortable. With me."
Oh God, Yunho was looking at him with those pretty, pretty eyes and guilt made its presence known, right in the middle of Changmin's chest, and Changmin kind of wanted to punch himself.
Yunho looked at the ground, twisting his hands.
"I just want you to be comfortable with me," he said, voice small.
"Uh no no, it's not that, it's just- no it's totally fine, you can call me Changdola," Changmin said hastily, willing to promise anything to get Yunho to stop sounding like that.
"Really?" Yunho asked, voice a little brighter but still refusing to meet his eyes. "So then...so then could you maybe..."
Changmin found himself leaning towards him. "Yes? Could I what?"
"Call me hyung please? And not Yunho-ssi or 'that idiot'?" Yunho asked almost shyly.
"Yes, of course I will," Changmin said, desperate to make Yunho happy again.
"So then...?" Yunho asked expectantly.
"Um, Yunho hyung, please stop being upset..."
All of a sudden Yunho looked up, grinning, and it took a second for Changmin to realize he just got fooled by possibly the biggest idiot in school.
"Aww Min-ah, you're so adorable, of course I'll stop being upset," Yunho said, bouncing on the balls of his feet with a dazzling smile.
"You- did you just- weren't you just-" Changmin sputtered, unable to form words.
"Upset? Of course not , but it's so sweet of you to care," Yunho replied cheerfully.
The dazzling smile was quickly replaced with something akin to panic when Changmin went from being confused to properly angry. And when Changmin reached out with his hands towards the general vicinity of Yunho's neck, Yunho started to run away.
"Jung Yunho I will kill you so hard you will die do you hear me?" he growled as he chased him across campus.
"Changmin stop being scary, I am your hyung goddammit!" Yunho screamed in reply over his shoulder as he ran, laughing, for the sake of his future posterity.
***
Changmin was enjoying the warm October sun by the ornate fountain in the center of campus, the last few days before the weather was to become unbearably cold and needed more than a hoodie to keep people warm. He leaned back on his hands on the circular stone bench surrounding the fountain, head tilted up, eyes closed, soaking up the sun. He was in an extremely good mood, though he couldn't put his finger on exactly why. Maybe it’s the weather, he thought to himself. His phone vibrated with a text message.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:00 AM
Good morning sunshine ^^
Smiling, he sent a text back.
Sent to Jung Yunho 9:01 AM
Good morning :)
He was in a good mood.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:02 AM
Where r u :))
Sent to Jung Yunho 9:03 AM
By the fountain.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:03 AM
Okee :)
He put his phone back in his bag, and then went back to his previous position.
After a while, his vision darkened behind his eyes as the sun was blocked off by someone’s body. Changmin opened his eyes.
Yunho was standing over him with his friend Donghae, whom Changmin had seen previously with Yunho at his father's store and met the week before at the library, one of the many people who came to say hi to Yunho.
“Hey there.” Yunho was smiling softly, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Hi,” Changmin said, feeling inexplicably warm.
He was still sitting while they were standing, making him feel small.
“You remember my best friend Donghae, don’t you?”
“Yeah I remember,” he replied, looking at Yunho’s friend. “Hi, I’m Changmin.”
“I know,” Donghae said, a strange smile on his handsome face, making Changmin feel anxious all of a sudden.
Changmin wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he looked back at Yunho, a question in his eyes.
Yunho smiled at him in reassurance, and Changmin’s anxiety went away as suddenly as it had come.
Yunho offered him a hand, and Changmin hesitated a moment before taking it, asking what he was doing.
Yunho pulled him close, and then whispered in his ear. “Isn’t it hot today, Changdola?”
His face warmed from the other man's closeness. “Um, a little.”
“Then...wanna get wet with me?” Yunho asked, a glint in his eyes.
Changmin turned a shade redder at the double meaning. “I don’t think-”
But he never got to say what exactly he thought, because just then Yunho pushed him.
Right into the fountain.
The fountain wasn’t deep enough for someone to be completely submerged under, especially not someone as tall as Changmin, but it was filled with enough water to get him properly wet.
Thank God his book bag and phone were safely on the bench. Although, Yunho had probably noticed that and decided to have a little fun. What a bastard.
Changmin sat stunned in the water for a moment, and then glared up at a chortling Yunho, while his friend looked on with an amused expression.
“Changmin-ah you look even better all wet!” Yunho looked positively delighted.
“Jung Yunho I will pound you to death with my books,” Changmin fumed.
“I’d rather you pounded me with something else,” Yunho said suggestively, eyes sweeping up and down his body, lingering on his shirt. It was thoroughly wet, sticking to his chest.
Changmin reddened all over again, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish, unable to come up with anything to say.
So he got up as calmly as he could, counting to ten in his head. Chasing after Yunho would be undignified, Changmin reminded himself as he drew his shirt away from his body, glaring at Yunho. His glare lessened, however, when he saw something akin to lust flit across Yunho’s features, but then it was gone so fast Changmin wasn’t sure if he had imagined it.
Blushing, he looked down, wringing the gross fountain water out of his shirt.
“I will not kill Jung Yunho I will not kill Jung Yunho I am going to kill Jung Yunho,” Changmin muttered to himself, trying to keep his temper in check. “This is my favorite shirt you bastard do you even know what was in the water now I have to burn it and take 9 million showers and get an STD test you jerk.”
Yunho just laughed, eyes crinkling.
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Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 3,482
Beta: chibisuz <3
Comments are love ^^
The next time he saw Yunho was a week later, in the college library, sitting with a girl.
Changmin did a double take. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, knew that Yunho was a good student, but a part of him didn't believe that someone who seemed to love life so much could still be a good student. He glared at the girl, but it was entirely useless as the girl couldn't even see it.
Yunho hadn’t seen him walk in through the doors, so absorbed was he in whispering to the girl, occasionally pointing to the books between them. Changmin settled down on a table not too far away, pulling out his laptop and books from his bag before turning on the laptop and glancing at Yunho over the top.
Yunho’s head was still bent down.
Changmin sighed, and decided to get working on his own Ancient Chinese literature essay. It wasn’t due for another week, but Changmin was almost done; he only had to add a couple more quotes and proofread it. He was determined to finish with the essay today so that he could begin tackling work for his Advanced Macro Analysis and Calculus 4 classes. Being an economics major with a minor in mathematics meant a lot of number-filled classes, so Changmin occasionally took a literature class to keep himself sane.
Eventually, Changmin got lost in his work and didn’t notice the hour passing, nor did he notice when someone was standing over his shoulder until the person cleared their throat rather loudly.
He looked up to see Yunho staring down at him.
Changmin’s heart did a couple back flips and maybe a few cartwheels too, but he forced himself to relax. Which was easy to do when he had developed a crick in his neck and needed to stretch anyway. He stretched his hands above and twisted in his seat to get rid of the ache in his neck and shoulders. He politely pretended not to notice when Yunho’s eyes settled themselves on the skin showing between the waistband of his jeans and his shirt.
He gestured wordlessly for Yunho to take the seat across him, which he did, placing his book bag next to him on the floor.
“Why’d you leave me?” Yunho asked without preamble, voice low so the librarian wouldn't glare at him.
Changmin pretended not to know what he was talking about. He raised an eyebrow, a questioning look in his eye.
“At the club. You left me blue-balled,” he said sullenly. He sounded so much like a petulant child Changmin couldn’t help but laugh, although he was quickly shushed by the librarian.
He smiled at her in apology, and then turned back to Yunho.
“I did?”
“Yes, you did, and I was really mad.”
Changmin ignored the comment. “What are you doing in a library?”
“You say it like I’m not allowed to be here,” Yunho chuckled, seemingly over his annoyance from a minute ago. “I didn’t know you were a student here.”
“Well, I am. Stop changing the subject.”
“Like you just did?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Changmin scowled, having no answer for Yunho.
Yunho looked amused. “I tutor freshmen for science and stuff,” he said vaguely, answering Changmin’s question.
“And stuff?” Changmin asked, looking decidedly unimpressed.
“Yeah,” Yunho answered blandly. “Anyway, what are you doing? Are you free?”
“No I am not free, I am working so I need complete quiet,” he said, giving Yunho a pointed look. Half of him wanted to finish his work, but the other half didn’t want Yunho to leave. It had been just as much torture for him to leave the club last week as it was for Yunho, wanting nothing but to pounce on him right there on the dance floor. But he didn’t want to be seen as easy, didn’t want to be another one of Yunho’s conquests. He wanted to drag out...whatever this was...for as long as possible. He knew there was a high chance he would lose Yunho’s interests, but he was willing to take the gamble. Yunho had, after all, waited a full week for him and jacked off to Changmin’s face, hadn’t he?
Yunho suddenly lifted his backpack and proceeded to pull his books out. “Don’t worry, I’ll be real quiet,” he assured. “Do you mind if I sit here with you? I have some work left too.”
Changmin most certainly did not mind, but he definitely wasn’t expecting this.
“Uh, not at all…” he said, half delighted, half distressed.
Yunho smiled winningly. “Great, you won’t even notice me,” he promised.
Changmin sincerely doubted that, but he just hummed in acknowledgment and looked down at his work.
Half an hour later, Changmin decided Yunho was the biggest liar this side of the planet. He had done nothing but notice Yunho. Yunho furrowing his eyebrows adorably in concentration. Yunho writing notes in a messy scrawl legible only to him. Yunho shifting his legs beneath the too small table. Yunho brushing his legs against Changmin's. Added to the fact that Yunho would look up once in a while and catch him stealing glances, Changmin thought he would explode from how flustered and anxious Yunho's mere presence was making him. Shim Changmin did not become flustered, and yet here he was now, unable to stop the blush that appeared on his cheeks every time Yunho caught him looking and gave him a grin that was too knowing for Changmin's liking.
Not to mention the fact that Yunho seemed to know every fucking person in the school. Every few minutes, someone or other would come up to him, clap him on the back if a guy or call him Oppa! if a girl, and throw Changmin enquiring looks, as if to ask why the two of them were sitting together. Changmin didn't know whether he was more irritated with Yunho for distracting him from his work or for being so goddamn friendly with everyone.
Changmin focused on his books pointedly, and Yunho took the hint and didn’t try to disturb him with introductions.
He was tempted a few times to ask how many nose jobs Yunho had done, but decided it would be rude.
After a relative period of silence, when Changmin had finally been able to concentrate on one thing for more than five minutes, Yunho slid over a small piece of paper.
Gimme your number please?
Changmin glanced up at Yunho, who was looking back intently. Smiling slightly to himself, he wrote his number neatly on the paper before sliding it back to Yunho's side.
He wasn't sure whether he had made a mistake or not in giving his number, because at this point he wasn't sure what he himself wanted from Yunho, although he was quite sure it definitely wasn't what Yunho wanted from him. But when Yunho's face lit up in a grin, and Changmin felt warmth spread through him, he thought maybe, just this once, it would be okay.
***
He regretted giving Yunho his number a mere 30 minutes later.
Having received his prize, Yunho had left the library before Changmin, citing "places to be" as his reason.
Before he left though, he invited Changmin to come with him.
"My hyung is throwing a party for no specific reason, wanna come keep me company?"
"Won't you have other people to keep you company?" Changmin asked.
"Not really, they're mostly hyung's friends. He only keeps me around to attract people," Yunho replied, grinning.
Oh I'll bet, Changmin thought.
Yunho looked at him carefully and kept his voice casual. "Wanna come? You can spend the night."
Changmin didn't need him to clarify to know what he meant. He declined as graciously as possible. "No, I have work to finish," he said, shaking his head.
"Fine, if you insist," he said, sighing dramatically. Walking away, he muttered 'nerd' loud enough for Changmin to hear.
"Hey I heard that!"
Yunho grinned innocently and then waved good bye before walking out.
15 minutes later, his phone vibrated, signaling a message.
He took his phone out his bag, to see Yunho had already made use of his number.
Received from Unknown 7:32 PM
Changmin, its Yunho :)))) Save my # ^^
He smiled like an idiot at his phone, saved Yunho's number, and then sent him a reply.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:33 PM
Done. Don't you have places to be?
Setting his phone aside, he went back to his books, but his phone vibrated again.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:33 PM
Yess but i wana talk 2 u ^^;;;
Changmin didn't even try to stop looking like a moron this time. He tried to keep his text as nonchalant as possible.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:35 PM
So then why did you leave
The reply came quickly. Changmin sighed, gave up on doing any more work, and turned his attention to his phone.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:36 PM
I had to :(( he said he wuld castrate me if i didnt come
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:39 PM
Ouch. Doesn't your hyung love you?
Received from Jung Yunho 7:41 PM
I thought he did but guess not :((( dont tell him tho ;)
Changmin squinted at the screen. A wink meant flirting right? He wasn't sure what Yunho was doing, so he decided to play it safe.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:43 PM
Don't worry i don't even know him.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:44 PM
U do tho! Rmbr Heechul hyung? He was with me when i came to ur stor
Oh. That hyung. Changmin resisted the urge to text back something rude like oh, the short guy?
But he can't do that, because Heechul was Yunho's hyung, obviously very close if the way they had been laughing is any indication. And Changmin didn't know why, but he didn't want to make Yunho upset with him.
His phone vibrated again in his hand.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:47 PM
Changmin?
Changmin didn't know how to respond to that though.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:48 PM
Oh. Yeah i remember him
Received from Jung Yunho 7:49 PM
U didnt like him much did u lolzz
He's surprisingly perceptive, Changmin thought dryly.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:50 PM
No no, he's very pretty.
He decided this was the safest response.
Received from Jung Yunho 7:51 PM
He is isnt he :DDD
Changmin could almost feel the pride coming off the text; he glared at his phone and then texted something he regretted immediately.
Sent to Jung Yunho 7:52 PM
Is he your boyfriend?
Ugh, why did I send that?? Changmin agonized over the tragedy that was his life, waiting anxiously for Yunho's reply.
But it didn't come.
After waiting for five whole minutes, Changmin decided to leave the library. After all, it wasn't as if he was getting any work done. He packed up his stuff and then headed out, towards the apartment he and Kyuhyun shared off campus. It was in walking distance, so it didn't take long to get to.
Kyuhyun, as expected, wasn't home.
After worrying all throughout a quick dinner and a shower, he lay on his bed and glared at his phone, as if staring would help it receive a message.
Changmin jumped when it finally vibrated, then congratulated himself, as though Yunho had felt his glare from wherever he was and responded right away.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:00 PM
Yes he is, i love him so much Yunho&Heechul 5evr xoxo
Changmin's jaw dropped. Before he could think though, another message arrived.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:01 PM
Sory thy was my hung ><" we not dating he yeled at me 4txting instaed of beeing socail adn mad me drink 4 ssoth
And another.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:01 PM
Sohts
Received from Jung Yunho 9:02 PM
Dis is rlyl hard
Received from Jung Yunho 9:02 PM
Shots
Received from Jung Yunho 9:03 PM
Yses!
Changmin was unable to stop himself from laughing at Yunho's cuteness, apparent even through text messages.
Sent to Jung Yunho 9:04 PM
Good job
A reply didn't come back right away though, so Changmin assumed Yunho had been too drunk and fell asleep. That or Heechul had taken his phone away.
Turning the lights off, Changmin climbed into bed again and went to sleep, feeling warm.
***
"Changdola!" The obnoxiously cheerful voice could only belong to one person.
Changmin blushed at the cute nickname, then cursed Yunho in his head for making him feel like a bride.
Apparently Yunho thought that, having exchanged numbers, it granted him the right to be overly friendly with Changmin. This included making it a habit to yell Changdola~! every time he saw Changmin, no matter how far away he was or how many disapproving looks he got from the professors or stares from students. Changmin couldn't say this displeased him very much, but it did draw people's attention to them since Yunho and Changmin were polar opposites, and that was an inconvenience. No one on campus could wrap their heads around the fact that Yunho, sweet, kind Yunho, would want to spend his time being around such a grouch. Changmin knew this because Kyuhyun had so helpfully reported on campus gossip, though he was brutally honest, and so his language was much more colorful.
Changmin glared at Yunho to cover up his pleasure at the affectionate nickname, and when the older man came near enough, berated him for being loud.
"Why can't you act like the 21-year-old adult you are? Must you scream such an embarrassing nickname all the way across campus? People are staring!"
"Aww Changmin-ah I didn't think you were the type of person to care about what people think," Yunho said, completely ignoring Changmin's scolding.
"I don't care. It's just highly inconvenient," Changmin huffed indignantly.
Yunho tugged a lock of Changmin's hair, and smiled an annoyingly sweet smile when Changmin made a face. "So you don't like it when I call you Changdola?" he asked softly.
Yes I do.
"No I don't," he forced himself to say.
"Oh," Yunho replied, sounding so sad that Changmin flailed. "You should've just said so. I wouldn't want to upset you in any way."
"Uh..." Changmin was at a loss, unsure when the conversation had taken a turn for the worse.
"I mean it was obvious you weren't comfortable with the nickname but I just...I don't want you to hate me. I just thought if I had a nickname for you you'd be more comfortable. With me."
Oh God, Yunho was looking at him with those pretty, pretty eyes and guilt made its presence known, right in the middle of Changmin's chest, and Changmin kind of wanted to punch himself.
Yunho looked at the ground, twisting his hands.
"I just want you to be comfortable with me," he said, voice small.
"Uh no no, it's not that, it's just- no it's totally fine, you can call me Changdola," Changmin said hastily, willing to promise anything to get Yunho to stop sounding like that.
"Really?" Yunho asked, voice a little brighter but still refusing to meet his eyes. "So then...so then could you maybe..."
Changmin found himself leaning towards him. "Yes? Could I what?"
"Call me hyung please? And not Yunho-ssi or 'that idiot'?" Yunho asked almost shyly.
"Yes, of course I will," Changmin said, desperate to make Yunho happy again.
"So then...?" Yunho asked expectantly.
"Um, Yunho hyung, please stop being upset..."
All of a sudden Yunho looked up, grinning, and it took a second for Changmin to realize he just got fooled by possibly the biggest idiot in school.
"Aww Min-ah, you're so adorable, of course I'll stop being upset," Yunho said, bouncing on the balls of his feet with a dazzling smile.
"You- did you just- weren't you just-" Changmin sputtered, unable to form words.
"Upset? Of course not , but it's so sweet of you to care," Yunho replied cheerfully.
The dazzling smile was quickly replaced with something akin to panic when Changmin went from being confused to properly angry. And when Changmin reached out with his hands towards the general vicinity of Yunho's neck, Yunho started to run away.
"Jung Yunho I will kill you so hard you will die do you hear me?" he growled as he chased him across campus.
"Changmin stop being scary, I am your hyung goddammit!" Yunho screamed in reply over his shoulder as he ran, laughing, for the sake of his future posterity.
***
Changmin was enjoying the warm October sun by the ornate fountain in the center of campus, the last few days before the weather was to become unbearably cold and needed more than a hoodie to keep people warm. He leaned back on his hands on the circular stone bench surrounding the fountain, head tilted up, eyes closed, soaking up the sun. He was in an extremely good mood, though he couldn't put his finger on exactly why. Maybe it’s the weather, he thought to himself. His phone vibrated with a text message.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:00 AM
Good morning sunshine ^^
Smiling, he sent a text back.
Sent to Jung Yunho 9:01 AM
Good morning :)
He was in a good mood.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:02 AM
Where r u :))
Sent to Jung Yunho 9:03 AM
By the fountain.
Received from Jung Yunho 9:03 AM
Okee :)
He put his phone back in his bag, and then went back to his previous position.
After a while, his vision darkened behind his eyes as the sun was blocked off by someone’s body. Changmin opened his eyes.
Yunho was standing over him with his friend Donghae, whom Changmin had seen previously with Yunho at his father's store and met the week before at the library, one of the many people who came to say hi to Yunho.
“Hey there.” Yunho was smiling softly, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Hi,” Changmin said, feeling inexplicably warm.
He was still sitting while they were standing, making him feel small.
“You remember my best friend Donghae, don’t you?”
“Yeah I remember,” he replied, looking at Yunho’s friend. “Hi, I’m Changmin.”
“I know,” Donghae said, a strange smile on his handsome face, making Changmin feel anxious all of a sudden.
Changmin wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he looked back at Yunho, a question in his eyes.
Yunho smiled at him in reassurance, and Changmin’s anxiety went away as suddenly as it had come.
Yunho offered him a hand, and Changmin hesitated a moment before taking it, asking what he was doing.
Yunho pulled him close, and then whispered in his ear. “Isn’t it hot today, Changdola?”
His face warmed from the other man's closeness. “Um, a little.”
“Then...wanna get wet with me?” Yunho asked, a glint in his eyes.
Changmin turned a shade redder at the double meaning. “I don’t think-”
But he never got to say what exactly he thought, because just then Yunho pushed him.
Right into the fountain.
The fountain wasn’t deep enough for someone to be completely submerged under, especially not someone as tall as Changmin, but it was filled with enough water to get him properly wet.
Thank God his book bag and phone were safely on the bench. Although, Yunho had probably noticed that and decided to have a little fun. What a bastard.
Changmin sat stunned in the water for a moment, and then glared up at a chortling Yunho, while his friend looked on with an amused expression.
“Changmin-ah you look even better all wet!” Yunho looked positively delighted.
“Jung Yunho I will pound you to death with my books,” Changmin fumed.
“I’d rather you pounded me with something else,” Yunho said suggestively, eyes sweeping up and down his body, lingering on his shirt. It was thoroughly wet, sticking to his chest.
Changmin reddened all over again, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish, unable to come up with anything to say.
So he got up as calmly as he could, counting to ten in his head. Chasing after Yunho would be undignified, Changmin reminded himself as he drew his shirt away from his body, glaring at Yunho. His glare lessened, however, when he saw something akin to lust flit across Yunho’s features, but then it was gone so fast Changmin wasn’t sure if he had imagined it.
Blushing, he looked down, wringing the gross fountain water out of his shirt.
“I will not kill Jung Yunho I will not kill Jung Yunho I am going to kill Jung Yunho,” Changmin muttered to himself, trying to keep his temper in check. “This is my favorite shirt you bastard do you even know what was in the water now I have to burn it and take 9 million showers and get an STD test you jerk.”
Yunho just laughed, eyes crinkling.
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