Clementia (1/2)
Title: Clementia
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, fluff, angst, humor, smut
Words: 4,772
Warnings: Unbeta'ed. Other than that, none.
Summary: Yunho is a very indulgent hyung.
Notes: Written for the lovely
9ine_lives
Hope you enjoy it ♥
"Hyung?"
Yunho looks up from putting on his sneakers. Changmin is standing there with a shy smile. Yunho's lips turn up automatically; Changmin's eye smile tends to do that to him. "Yes, Changminnie?"
Changmin's cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Yunho grins harder, pleased to have such an effect on his maknae. "Hyung can you buy me chips and banana milk when you come back?"
"Of course Changminnie," Yunho says, happy that Changmin is breaking out of his shell a little and coming to him when he wants something.
Another face pops up behind him. "Me too hyung!"
"No, you're not allowed to eat junk food," Yunho says automatically, looking back down to tie his laces.
"But you're buying it for Changmin!"
"He doesn't even gain the weight. Besides, he's a growing boy, right, Changminnie?"
Changmin grins in response, seemingly happy with this display of favoritism, however small.
When Yunho comes back from the company later that night, he comes to their shared room and hides the snacks he bought under Changmin's pillow when he's not in the room.
Changmin finds it when he’s ready for bed and instead of going to sleep, he climbs onto Yunho's bed to share it with him.
***
“Hyung?”
Yunho is on the verge of slipping into dreams, but when he hears the quiet voice calling for him hesitantly, he pulls himself back from the clutches of sleep to turn to his maknae on the other bed. “Yes, Changmin?”
“Were you sleeping?”
“No,” Yunho manages. “What’s wrong?”
There’s silence in the room, long enough for Yunho to be dangerously close to falling asleep again, but then, “Are you scared?”
Oh. That’s what this is about. He struggles to clear his mind, and chooses his words carefully, trying to both reassure Changmin but also let him know that it’s okay to feel the way he does. “Yeah, I’m really nervous. But we’ll be great tomorrow, Changmin-ah, you’ve worked so hard. I know you’ll blow them away.”
Sheets rustle on the other side of the room in the dark. “Really? Do you mean that, hyung?”
“Of course, Changmin. You’re so talented, they’re going to love you.”
Changmin is quiet , and then speaks again. “Hyung is it okay if I…” he trails off.
“What is it, Changmin?” Yunho asks gently.
“Can I please sleep with you, hyung?” The words are fast and jumbled together, as if Changmin just wanted them out of his mouth, and it takes a few seconds for Yunho’s tired brain to slow the words down enough to understand them. But the seconds were too long, and Changmin shifts again. “N-never mind, I’m sorry, I’ll just-”
“Sure, Changdola,” Yunho interrupts, knowing how insecure Changmin was and sorry for upsetting him even more on a night when his nerves were already frayed. “Come here.”
There’s another pause, as if Changmin can’t quite believe what’s happening, and then he gets up off his bed, clutching his pillow. Yunho moves over and makes room for him. But Changmin hesitates for a second, and Yunho reaches up and gently catches his wrist. He tugs him down, and Changmin comes willingly.
He turns Changmin onto his side and spoons him, arms wrapped around his tiny waist and doing his best to make Changmin feel safe. Changmin sighs a little, snuggling back. His thumb strokes the back of Yunho’s hands, almost absently.
“Don’t worry about anything. You sing so well and you’re so cute, all the noona-deul won’t stand a chance,” Yunho murmurs into his hair, already feeling sleepy from the warmth of the body in his arms.
Changmin giggles softly and squirms a bit. “Good night, Yunho hyung.”
Yunho thinks he says good night back, but he can’t be sure, lulled to sleep by Changmin slowly brushing his fingers against his hand and his soft, steady breaths.
***
“Hyung?”
By now, whenever he hears that word in that tone, Yunho knows it’s Changmin wanting something. Of course, that doesn’t mean he hates hearing it; quite the opposite, actually. He doesn’t tell anyone how pleased it makes him when the maknae comes to him, whether for help or comfort or just a material thing. He’s more than willing to indulge him, and he tells himself it doesn’t have anything to do with the guilt he has from the way he treated the younger boy during their training period.
Yunho turns to him from his position on his bed, where he is leaning against the headboard with his long legs stretched out in front of him. The boy in question is currently standing nervously in the doorway of their shared room. “Yes, Changmin?”
Changmin twitches restlessly for another moment, then enters the room and closes the door behind him. And locks it. Yunho raises an eyebrow.
Changmin walks to him, half determined and half nervous, and Yunho can’t help but be charmed by the way his brow furrows, the way he’s biting his lower lip, Bambi eyes bright. Changmin sits on the edge of his bed, and then stares at the ground, seeming to battle with himself. Yunho waits patiently.
“Hyung.”
“Yes.”
Changmin watches him carefully. “Can you teach me how to kiss?” he asks shyly, a light blush sprinkled across high cheekbones.
Yunho’s heart stops for a second, and then wrestles with the spike of jealousy that flares up, surprising even him. “Kiss?” he manages. “Do you have a girlfriend, Changminnie?”
Changmin’s gaze skitters to the floor, blushing harder. “No, just...I just wanna know.”
Well. Yunho is completely at a loss for words. He’s sure there was nothing in the How to be a Good Leader guidebook on teaching your younger bandmate how to interact with the opposite sex. He has no idea what to say to Changmin.
Changmin looks at him expectantly, as if he thinks Yunho has all the answers, and maybe he does think that. Yunho is already sorry for the day Changmin finds out that the man he looks up to is only human.
"Well...well, I'm not really sure how to, um, explain that to you," he says lamely.
Changmin's face falls for a moment. He purses his lips, and that should really not be allowed, in Yunho's honest opinion. He looks at Yunho steadily, eyes bright, and then looks down, shuffling his feet. "What if you showed me, then?" he asks, voice quiet. His ears are very pink.
Yunho needs a glass of water. Or maybe a whole lake, his mouth is way too dry. "Show you? You mean, you want me to kiss you?"
Changmin's face turns a previously undiscovered shade of red. He mumbles something incomprehensible while staring fixedly at the floor.
Yunho recovers from him shock, and can't help but tease his maknae, feeling a bit giddy at the thought that Changmin wants a kiss from Yunho, however poorly he tried to hide his intentions. "What, Changmin?"
Changmin clears his throat and looks at him, but his blush hasn't calmed down any. "I said, that would be the best way to learn." He looks steadfast and determined, and a strange feeling of pride rises in Yunho's chest as he looks fondly at Changmin. He's going to be a handsome man when he grows into himself.
He studies Changmin for a few moments, in which Changmin doesn't look away at all. He nods to himself, making a decision, even while knowing this may be crossing a line that would be difficult to back out from. "Okay, Changminnie."
Changmin looks surprised. "Okay? I mean, you'll do it?"
Yunho squashes the urge to smile. Changmin wouldn't like that. "Yeah. As long as you're sure."
"I'm sure," he says eagerly.
"Come here then." His voice is calm and just commanding enough to reassure Changmin, but his insides are doing what he's pretty sure is the conga. Briefly he wonders whether he's taking advantage of the willing teenager in front of him, but then dismisses that annoying voice of righteousness when Changmin crawls closer to him.
God he looks good on his knees.
Changmin is within arms reach now, but he stops, obviously waiting for Yunho to take charge. Yunho pulls him closer, till he's right next to his thighs, body turned toward him. Yunho catches his chin gently, and he hears Changmin's breath hitch. His eyes are lit with excitement and nervousness and anticipation. And after seeing that, how can Yunho refuse him?
Slowly, ever so slowly, he brings Changmin's mouth closer, giving him plenty of time to pull away in case he changes his mind, but Changmin doesn't, and Yunho can't help but feel pleased. Closer, and he can feel Changmin's warm breath coasting over his lips. Closer, and their noses are brushing. Closer, and he drags his eyes up to look at Changmin's, eyes asking if Changmin is sure, and seeing the quiet answer in them.
He tilts his head to the side and seals his mouth over Changmin's, reveling in the small sound Changmin makes. At first, they're just frozen there, unbelieving that they're actually doing this, but then Changmin presses his lips against Yunho's hesitantly, and Yunho shoves all thought away.
He kisses Changmin like he means it, like he'll never have another opportunity, like Changmin will disappear the moment they separate. He moves his lips over Changmin's luscious ones, the lips Changmin is so insecure over but really has no idea how sexy they are. Maybe he shouldn't be thinking like this about a teenager, much less one who has been intrusted in his care, but Yunho can't help himself. And besides, Yunho is a teenager too; surely there's nothing wrong with wanting him?
He nips at Changmin's bottom lip, and Changmin makes another delicious sound. A moment later his hand is curled on Yunho's thigh, gripping tightly as if to keep himself grounded. Yunho doesn't think that Changmin realizes his body has leaned into his; he probably doesn't realize he has pushed Yunho against the headboard in chasing his lips, pressed so close Yunho is slightly terrified he'll feel his entirely inappropriate and completely embarrassing erection. God, who gets an erection from a simple kiss?
It wasn't just a simple kiss though; it was a kiss with Changmin. Changmin whose big, mismatched eyes could make Yunho eagerly sell his soul. Changmin whose sweet, gummy smile stole his breath away, so much so that he actually stopped breathing a couple times. Changmin whose innocent questions and clever barbs made Yunho's heart lurch. It was Changmin.
Dear God he's in it so bad.
After about 30 years, in Yunho's estimation, Changmin pulls away to breath. He's panting, eyes dazed and face flushed and lips kiss-swollen and Yunho is sure he's going to die. He's not much better off, breathing too fast and it burns in his lungs.
Changmin's eyes clear, and he looks at Yunho, a faint blush still visible on his cheeks. He clears his throat, and it snaps Yunho into awareness.
He clears his own throat, consciously or unconsciously copying Changmin, he doesn't really care. "And that's how you kiss a girl," he says, hoping it will decrease the awkwardness.
It works, sort of. Changmin looks startled, and then laughs, that pure, sweet laughter Yunho could happily die listening to. Except not really, because that means he wouldn't get to hear it anymore. He cracks a smile.
When he stops laughing, he seems to realize just how close he is to Yunho, and Yunho prays very very hard that he doesn't feel his erection. Changmin moves hastily back, and Yunho mourns the sudden loss of heat, but there's still a soft smile on Changmin's face, so maybe everything is okay.
Someone suddenly pounds on his door, and they both jump slightly. A voice calls from the other side. “Yunho I hope you’re not molesting the maknae in there!”
They look at each other and Changmin makes a face. Yunho grins at him, and then calls back, “Mind your own business!”
***
“Hyung?”
Yunho hurts.
His throat is on fire, it burns and it hurts and Yunho wants it go away, wants it to stop. It feels like someone poured molten lava down his throat and tried to sooth it with scalding hot water. His entire body aches. Is this what dying feels like?
“Hyung.”
But there’s a soft voice calling. It sounds so sad and so broken Yunho’s heart aches. Who is that?
“Hyung, please wake up.”
Oh. Yunho knows that voice. It’s familiar, it’s comfort and happiness, and all the good feelings in the world are associated with it. But right now it’s despair and fear and tears. It’s his Changmin, and even though he wants to die from the agony, he has to make that voice stop sounding like that. Changmin isn’t allowed to be unhappy, not if Yunho can help it. Besides, he told Yunho to wake up, and Yunho promised himself a long time ago that he wouldn't say no to Changmin. Simply because he couldn't.
He struggles to awareness, and even though it’s still dark, he can feel things now. The bed beneath him is firm and just teetering towards uncomfortable. His arms and legs feel heavy, as do his eyelids, which he realizes is the cause of the darkness, but right now he can’t be bothered to lift them. Too much effort.
There’s a steady beeping sound, along with a quiet murmur, people speaking in hushed voices. And then his brain zones in on the warmth near him, a hand clasping his own tightly, lips pressed to his wrists and a wetness on his fingers. The lips are moving slightly, as if forming words, but Yunho doesn’t hear anything.
He moves his fingers slightly, and there’s a gasp. The warm lips move away and Yunho wants to cry, he wants them to come back and keep kissing him.
With more effort than it should probably take, Yunho manages to crack open his eyes, and immediately shuts them again. The lights are too bright. But it seems the body near him notices, because suddenly there’s a presence near his face. “Yunho hyung?” The words are whispered but hopeful, and Yunho feels a little better.
He opens his eyes again, still just a bit, but now he can see a tear-streaked face near his own, eyes wide and on this side of terrified as they stare intently at him. “Changminnie,” he says, but his voice comes out raspy and broken and his throat hurts so much.
It’s worth it though; the scared face breaks out into a small, relieved smile, eyes bright with unshed tears. His hand is clasped tightly, and Yunho never wants that warmth to go away again.
“Yunho hyung, please be okay.” The words are pleading, begging, wanting Yunho to obey, so what choice does he have?
He closes his eyes, the darkness a welcome respite, but this time there’s a small smile on his face so Changmin doesn’t panic again. “Okay, Changminnie.”
He goes back to sleep. And there’s warmth on his lips.
***
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Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, fluff, angst, humor, smut
Words: 4,772
Warnings: Unbeta'ed. Other than that, none.
Summary: Yunho is a very indulgent hyung.
Notes: Written for the lovely
9ine_lives
Hope you enjoy it ♥
"Hyung?"
Yunho looks up from putting on his sneakers. Changmin is standing there with a shy smile. Yunho's lips turn up automatically; Changmin's eye smile tends to do that to him. "Yes, Changminnie?"
Changmin's cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Yunho grins harder, pleased to have such an effect on his maknae. "Hyung can you buy me chips and banana milk when you come back?"
"Of course Changminnie," Yunho says, happy that Changmin is breaking out of his shell a little and coming to him when he wants something.
Another face pops up behind him. "Me too hyung!"
"No, you're not allowed to eat junk food," Yunho says automatically, looking back down to tie his laces.
"But you're buying it for Changmin!"
"He doesn't even gain the weight. Besides, he's a growing boy, right, Changminnie?"
Changmin grins in response, seemingly happy with this display of favoritism, however small.
When Yunho comes back from the company later that night, he comes to their shared room and hides the snacks he bought under Changmin's pillow when he's not in the room.
Changmin finds it when he’s ready for bed and instead of going to sleep, he climbs onto Yunho's bed to share it with him.
***
“Hyung?”
Yunho is on the verge of slipping into dreams, but when he hears the quiet voice calling for him hesitantly, he pulls himself back from the clutches of sleep to turn to his maknae on the other bed. “Yes, Changmin?”
“Were you sleeping?”
“No,” Yunho manages. “What’s wrong?”
There’s silence in the room, long enough for Yunho to be dangerously close to falling asleep again, but then, “Are you scared?”
Oh. That’s what this is about. He struggles to clear his mind, and chooses his words carefully, trying to both reassure Changmin but also let him know that it’s okay to feel the way he does. “Yeah, I’m really nervous. But we’ll be great tomorrow, Changmin-ah, you’ve worked so hard. I know you’ll blow them away.”
Sheets rustle on the other side of the room in the dark. “Really? Do you mean that, hyung?”
“Of course, Changmin. You’re so talented, they’re going to love you.”
Changmin is quiet , and then speaks again. “Hyung is it okay if I…” he trails off.
“What is it, Changmin?” Yunho asks gently.
“Can I please sleep with you, hyung?” The words are fast and jumbled together, as if Changmin just wanted them out of his mouth, and it takes a few seconds for Yunho’s tired brain to slow the words down enough to understand them. But the seconds were too long, and Changmin shifts again. “N-never mind, I’m sorry, I’ll just-”
“Sure, Changdola,” Yunho interrupts, knowing how insecure Changmin was and sorry for upsetting him even more on a night when his nerves were already frayed. “Come here.”
There’s another pause, as if Changmin can’t quite believe what’s happening, and then he gets up off his bed, clutching his pillow. Yunho moves over and makes room for him. But Changmin hesitates for a second, and Yunho reaches up and gently catches his wrist. He tugs him down, and Changmin comes willingly.
He turns Changmin onto his side and spoons him, arms wrapped around his tiny waist and doing his best to make Changmin feel safe. Changmin sighs a little, snuggling back. His thumb strokes the back of Yunho’s hands, almost absently.
“Don’t worry about anything. You sing so well and you’re so cute, all the noona-deul won’t stand a chance,” Yunho murmurs into his hair, already feeling sleepy from the warmth of the body in his arms.
Changmin giggles softly and squirms a bit. “Good night, Yunho hyung.”
Yunho thinks he says good night back, but he can’t be sure, lulled to sleep by Changmin slowly brushing his fingers against his hand and his soft, steady breaths.
***
“Hyung?”
By now, whenever he hears that word in that tone, Yunho knows it’s Changmin wanting something. Of course, that doesn’t mean he hates hearing it; quite the opposite, actually. He doesn’t tell anyone how pleased it makes him when the maknae comes to him, whether for help or comfort or just a material thing. He’s more than willing to indulge him, and he tells himself it doesn’t have anything to do with the guilt he has from the way he treated the younger boy during their training period.
Yunho turns to him from his position on his bed, where he is leaning against the headboard with his long legs stretched out in front of him. The boy in question is currently standing nervously in the doorway of their shared room. “Yes, Changmin?”
Changmin twitches restlessly for another moment, then enters the room and closes the door behind him. And locks it. Yunho raises an eyebrow.
Changmin walks to him, half determined and half nervous, and Yunho can’t help but be charmed by the way his brow furrows, the way he’s biting his lower lip, Bambi eyes bright. Changmin sits on the edge of his bed, and then stares at the ground, seeming to battle with himself. Yunho waits patiently.
“Hyung.”
“Yes.”
Changmin watches him carefully. “Can you teach me how to kiss?” he asks shyly, a light blush sprinkled across high cheekbones.
Yunho’s heart stops for a second, and then wrestles with the spike of jealousy that flares up, surprising even him. “Kiss?” he manages. “Do you have a girlfriend, Changminnie?”
Changmin’s gaze skitters to the floor, blushing harder. “No, just...I just wanna know.”
Well. Yunho is completely at a loss for words. He’s sure there was nothing in the How to be a Good Leader guidebook on teaching your younger bandmate how to interact with the opposite sex. He has no idea what to say to Changmin.
Changmin looks at him expectantly, as if he thinks Yunho has all the answers, and maybe he does think that. Yunho is already sorry for the day Changmin finds out that the man he looks up to is only human.
"Well...well, I'm not really sure how to, um, explain that to you," he says lamely.
Changmin's face falls for a moment. He purses his lips, and that should really not be allowed, in Yunho's honest opinion. He looks at Yunho steadily, eyes bright, and then looks down, shuffling his feet. "What if you showed me, then?" he asks, voice quiet. His ears are very pink.
Yunho needs a glass of water. Or maybe a whole lake, his mouth is way too dry. "Show you? You mean, you want me to kiss you?"
Changmin's face turns a previously undiscovered shade of red. He mumbles something incomprehensible while staring fixedly at the floor.
Yunho recovers from him shock, and can't help but tease his maknae, feeling a bit giddy at the thought that Changmin wants a kiss from Yunho, however poorly he tried to hide his intentions. "What, Changmin?"
Changmin clears his throat and looks at him, but his blush hasn't calmed down any. "I said, that would be the best way to learn." He looks steadfast and determined, and a strange feeling of pride rises in Yunho's chest as he looks fondly at Changmin. He's going to be a handsome man when he grows into himself.
He studies Changmin for a few moments, in which Changmin doesn't look away at all. He nods to himself, making a decision, even while knowing this may be crossing a line that would be difficult to back out from. "Okay, Changminnie."
Changmin looks surprised. "Okay? I mean, you'll do it?"
Yunho squashes the urge to smile. Changmin wouldn't like that. "Yeah. As long as you're sure."
"I'm sure," he says eagerly.
"Come here then." His voice is calm and just commanding enough to reassure Changmin, but his insides are doing what he's pretty sure is the conga. Briefly he wonders whether he's taking advantage of the willing teenager in front of him, but then dismisses that annoying voice of righteousness when Changmin crawls closer to him.
God he looks good on his knees.
Changmin is within arms reach now, but he stops, obviously waiting for Yunho to take charge. Yunho pulls him closer, till he's right next to his thighs, body turned toward him. Yunho catches his chin gently, and he hears Changmin's breath hitch. His eyes are lit with excitement and nervousness and anticipation. And after seeing that, how can Yunho refuse him?
Slowly, ever so slowly, he brings Changmin's mouth closer, giving him plenty of time to pull away in case he changes his mind, but Changmin doesn't, and Yunho can't help but feel pleased. Closer, and he can feel Changmin's warm breath coasting over his lips. Closer, and their noses are brushing. Closer, and he drags his eyes up to look at Changmin's, eyes asking if Changmin is sure, and seeing the quiet answer in them.
He tilts his head to the side and seals his mouth over Changmin's, reveling in the small sound Changmin makes. At first, they're just frozen there, unbelieving that they're actually doing this, but then Changmin presses his lips against Yunho's hesitantly, and Yunho shoves all thought away.
He kisses Changmin like he means it, like he'll never have another opportunity, like Changmin will disappear the moment they separate. He moves his lips over Changmin's luscious ones, the lips Changmin is so insecure over but really has no idea how sexy they are. Maybe he shouldn't be thinking like this about a teenager, much less one who has been intrusted in his care, but Yunho can't help himself. And besides, Yunho is a teenager too; surely there's nothing wrong with wanting him?
He nips at Changmin's bottom lip, and Changmin makes another delicious sound. A moment later his hand is curled on Yunho's thigh, gripping tightly as if to keep himself grounded. Yunho doesn't think that Changmin realizes his body has leaned into his; he probably doesn't realize he has pushed Yunho against the headboard in chasing his lips, pressed so close Yunho is slightly terrified he'll feel his entirely inappropriate and completely embarrassing erection. God, who gets an erection from a simple kiss?
It wasn't just a simple kiss though; it was a kiss with Changmin. Changmin whose big, mismatched eyes could make Yunho eagerly sell his soul. Changmin whose sweet, gummy smile stole his breath away, so much so that he actually stopped breathing a couple times. Changmin whose innocent questions and clever barbs made Yunho's heart lurch. It was Changmin.
Dear God he's in it so bad.
After about 30 years, in Yunho's estimation, Changmin pulls away to breath. He's panting, eyes dazed and face flushed and lips kiss-swollen and Yunho is sure he's going to die. He's not much better off, breathing too fast and it burns in his lungs.
Changmin's eyes clear, and he looks at Yunho, a faint blush still visible on his cheeks. He clears his throat, and it snaps Yunho into awareness.
He clears his own throat, consciously or unconsciously copying Changmin, he doesn't really care. "And that's how you kiss a girl," he says, hoping it will decrease the awkwardness.
It works, sort of. Changmin looks startled, and then laughs, that pure, sweet laughter Yunho could happily die listening to. Except not really, because that means he wouldn't get to hear it anymore. He cracks a smile.
When he stops laughing, he seems to realize just how close he is to Yunho, and Yunho prays very very hard that he doesn't feel his erection. Changmin moves hastily back, and Yunho mourns the sudden loss of heat, but there's still a soft smile on Changmin's face, so maybe everything is okay.
Someone suddenly pounds on his door, and they both jump slightly. A voice calls from the other side. “Yunho I hope you’re not molesting the maknae in there!”
They look at each other and Changmin makes a face. Yunho grins at him, and then calls back, “Mind your own business!”
***
“Hyung?”
Yunho hurts.
His throat is on fire, it burns and it hurts and Yunho wants it go away, wants it to stop. It feels like someone poured molten lava down his throat and tried to sooth it with scalding hot water. His entire body aches. Is this what dying feels like?
“Hyung.”
But there’s a soft voice calling. It sounds so sad and so broken Yunho’s heart aches. Who is that?
“Hyung, please wake up.”
Oh. Yunho knows that voice. It’s familiar, it’s comfort and happiness, and all the good feelings in the world are associated with it. But right now it’s despair and fear and tears. It’s his Changmin, and even though he wants to die from the agony, he has to make that voice stop sounding like that. Changmin isn’t allowed to be unhappy, not if Yunho can help it. Besides, he told Yunho to wake up, and Yunho promised himself a long time ago that he wouldn't say no to Changmin. Simply because he couldn't.
He struggles to awareness, and even though it’s still dark, he can feel things now. The bed beneath him is firm and just teetering towards uncomfortable. His arms and legs feel heavy, as do his eyelids, which he realizes is the cause of the darkness, but right now he can’t be bothered to lift them. Too much effort.
There’s a steady beeping sound, along with a quiet murmur, people speaking in hushed voices. And then his brain zones in on the warmth near him, a hand clasping his own tightly, lips pressed to his wrists and a wetness on his fingers. The lips are moving slightly, as if forming words, but Yunho doesn’t hear anything.
He moves his fingers slightly, and there’s a gasp. The warm lips move away and Yunho wants to cry, he wants them to come back and keep kissing him.
With more effort than it should probably take, Yunho manages to crack open his eyes, and immediately shuts them again. The lights are too bright. But it seems the body near him notices, because suddenly there’s a presence near his face. “Yunho hyung?” The words are whispered but hopeful, and Yunho feels a little better.
He opens his eyes again, still just a bit, but now he can see a tear-streaked face near his own, eyes wide and on this side of terrified as they stare intently at him. “Changminnie,” he says, but his voice comes out raspy and broken and his throat hurts so much.
It’s worth it though; the scared face breaks out into a small, relieved smile, eyes bright with unshed tears. His hand is clasped tightly, and Yunho never wants that warmth to go away again.
“Yunho hyung, please be okay.” The words are pleading, begging, wanting Yunho to obey, so what choice does he have?
He closes his eyes, the darkness a welcome respite, but this time there’s a small smile on his face so Changmin doesn’t panic again. “Okay, Changminnie.”
He goes back to sleep. And there’s warmth on his lips.
***
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