Your Bet's as Good as Mine (8/16)
Title: Your Bet's as Good as Mine (8/16)
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 4,396
Beta: chibisuz <3
Warnings: none
Notes: So this chapter was supposed to include smut, but it got too long so i decided to split it in half. And another note, I think this is going to have more than 12 chapters. I'm aiming for 14, but we'll see how it goes.
Comments are love ^^
When Yunho tried to kiss him with a mouth smelling of cigarette smoke, yet again, Changmin reached his limit.
“Alright Yunho, that’s it.”
Yunho pulled away and looked confused. “What’s it?”
“I’m not kissing you when you smell like cigarettes. It’s disgusting,” he said, wrinkling his nose.
This seemed to take a minute to comprehend. “You don’t want me to kiss you?” Yunho asked slowly.
“No, not when your mouth tastes like an ashtray.”
“So you want me to stop smoking?”
“No, I want you to not kiss me if you smell like that. I don’t want to taste cigarettes anymore, I don’t even know what you taste like without it.”
Yunho frowned slightly, and then seemed to realize something and folded his arms. “I see what you’re trying to do,” he said, scowling.
Changmin blinked innocently. “What? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re trying to get me to stop smoking by denying me kisses,” he accused.
Changmin grinned, once again a little surprised by Yunho’s quick wit. The man sure wasn’t an idiot. “Maybe. Is it going to work?”
Yunho narrowed his eyes at him. “Yes.”
Changmin couldn’t help it then; he burst out laughing at Yunho’s indignation and slid his arms around Yunho’s waist, hugging him close and pressing a kiss to his lips. Even though it tasted like cigarettes.
Yunho sighed and relaxed his stance, hands burying themselves in Changmin’s hair and kissing back. “I’m so whipped,” he mumbled against his lips.
Changmin grinned again, amused.
“You’re not really serious are you?” Yunho asked hopefully.
“Oh no, I am very serious. After this, I won’t let you near me after you’ve smoked.”
Yunho grumbled unhappily.
***
November passed into December, and finals were looming closer and closer. End-of-semester projects approached, and students got more and more frantic as they tried to study as much as possible while working on the projects.
The week before finals found Changmin at the library, sitting across Kyuhyun and one of their other friends, Ryeowook, while fretting over their presentation for a finance class.
They met Kim Ryeowook in the beginning of the semester. He was a rather small but handsome boy, the sharp angles of his face doing nothing to contradict his slightly feminine features. He had been quiet and shy, but eventually, when he became more comfortable with the two, he had opened up, and Changmin found that he was funny and had a witty, dry sense of humor. He fit right in with Changmin and Kyuhyun, although they had yet to introduce him to the rest of their group. Right now, he looked just as stressed as Changmin.
Changmin's hair was disheveled from having run his hands through it so many times, eyes bloodshot from many late nights spent in preparation, lips red and swollen from worrying them between his teeth so much. His friends were equally stressed, as much of their final grade depended on how well they could show their professor that they've learned what has been taught during the semester.
They had been assigned, in the beginning of the semester, to form a group and, from there, put together a presentation. They were required to invent a product, anything at all, and then act as though they were really planning to sell it to the public. They needed to calculate production costs, number of employees necessary, salaries for these employees, cost of ads to advertise the product, and all the while keep it as low cost and efficient as possible. This was in addition to keeping in mind how the general public would react to the product, how much money they would be willing to spend, and how much they predicted the yearly revenue would come to be. They had worked on it throughout the semester, slowly putting it together as they learned, and now D-Day had finally arrived. Tomorrow morning they would present their product, and good riddance, for Changmin was sick and tired of the whole affair.
He was cranky from lack of both sleep and a certain someone. He had locked himself in his apartment with his two buddies and kept Yunho away for more than a week, only getting a few stolen kisses during the day when they had to come to class. All the other time, he spent in preparation for their final assessment.
It was almost pathetic, really, how much he missed Yunho. Yunho respected his wishes and didn't bother Changmin with texts as he was wont to do, only texting him good morning and good night along with the occasional how's it going.
He couldn't wait to finish with the project so he could see Yunho. Of course, with finals around the corner, all they could do was study anyway, but just the older man's presence was enough. He should probably be worried, how much he had come to depend on the other man, but he couldn't find it in him to care.
As he was working out the kinks in his shoulders, Kyuhyun and Ryeowook looked up at someone behind him and then warm hands covered his eyes. A soft but low voice whispered in his ear, breath warm, "Guess who."
He shivered involuntarily. "I have no idea," he murmured, enjoying Yunho's closeness.
"No?" the voice asked, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
"Not a clue."
"Have you already forgotten me?"
"Well I have no idea who you are, so I guess so."
The voice tsked in his ear, and then soft lips kissed it lightly, prompting a loud "Ahem" from Kyuhyun. Changmin grinned, and the hands removed themselves from Changmin's eyes and slipped to his shoulders as Yunho straightened.
He tilted his head back, looking up at his boyfriend upside down as Yunho smiled down at him softly and massaged his shoulders. Yunho had recently started pushing his hair up off his forehead and it made him even sexier, if that was possible. Coupled with the warm look in his eyes, Changmin wanted to bury himself in Yunho's arms and sleep for a week. Maybe a year.
"Guys we're still here, no matter how much you wish we weren't," Kyuhyun intruded on their moment. Ryeowook looked on curiously, having never met Changmin's boyfriend before.
Yunho looked up at him, grinning. "Sorry Kyu."
Kyuhyun shook his head with a long suffering sigh.
"Have you met Ryeowook?" Changmin cut in, eager to stop any further mock arguing between the two.
Yunho directed his gaze to the smallish boy next to Kyuhyun. "No. Hi," Yunho said, offering a hand, "I'm Jung Yunho, Changmin's boyfriend."
Changmin’s insides warmed from hearing the word ‘boyfriend’ from Yunho’s mouth, but not so much that he didn’t notice Ryeowook’s hesitation. For a moment, his eyes flicked to Yunho's hand before extending his own and shaking Yunho's, but the moment was long enough to make the atmosphere awkward. "I'm Kim Ryeowook."
"Nice to meet you," Yunho said smoothly before withdrawing his hand and bringing it back to Changmin's shoulder, where it continued to massage him. Changmin was a little perplexed by Ryeowook's actions, but Yunho didn’t seem to notice.
He looked back at Kyuhyun. "Can I borrow him for a couple minutes? I'll bring him right back."
"Do you really need my permission," Kyuhyun said, grinning.
"Not really," Yunho replied, grinning back before tugging at Changmin.
Yunho led him to the back of the library, where students rarely visited. Plus because of the fact that it was nearly midnight, there were even fewer people around.
Yunho immediately pushed him gently against the bookshelf and kissed him. The warm press of lips on him still sent soft warmth through him, despite all the kisses Yunho showered him with every day. He should be used to it all, but every time Yunho kissed him still felt new and wonderful. He bought his hands up to cup Yunho’s face, thumbs lightly caressing his cheeks as he kissed back. Yunho tasted like strawberries, which Changmin suspected was from the nicotine gum he liked so much and had taken to chewing all day. The sensations running through him from Yunho’s tongue sliding against his sent blood pounding through his ears, blocking out all sounds, even his own moans. Yunho bought a hand up to slide into his hair, before tugging it slightly to tilt his head back, and pressed his thigh between Changmin’s legs. He continued to press open mouthed kisses to Changmin’s jaw and throat, rubbing his thigh against Changmin’s crotch. Changmin groaned again, hands slipping to clutch at Yunho’s biceps.
"Think I could get you off in less than five minutes?" Yunho murmured into his jaw, kissing it.
He didn't want to encourage Yunho, he really didn't, but his cock may or may not have twitched in response to his words. Yunho noticed, of course he did, and chuckled.
"No, Yunho, this is not the time," Changmin said, breathless as Yunho continued to rub his thigh against Changmin's interested cock.
"Changmin-ah it's always the time."
"No, Yunho," he said a bit more firmly, resisting the urge to rut against his leg.
"Oh alright," Yunho said grumpily. "I'm gonna kiss you then."
"Okay," Changmin replied, because really he had no objections to kisses from Yunho.
Yunho removed his leg from between Changmin's thighs and hugged the younger boy close instead, kissing him leisurely while his hands squeezed Changmin’s ass.
Changmin melted into him, trying to taste all of Yunho. Yunho tasted sweet and fresh, not much of a hint of cigarette smoke in his mouth. Changmin smiled against his lips.
“Do you know what a hard time I’ve been having?” Yunho asked, eyes heavy lidded as they stayed on Changmin’s lips. Changmin didn’t understand Yunho’s...obsession with his lips. He didn’t think his lips were particularly nice, too wide and dry, and no one had ever reacted this way to his mouth, not his ex or any of the other one night stands he’d had. He wasn’t complaining, though; Changmin enjoyed Yunho’s lips as much as Yunho enjoyed his. It was something that definitely intrigued him.
“No,” came the breathless reply.
“No smoking and no kisses and no sex and no Changmin. I should get an award for surviving this long,” Yunho said, mouth wandering over his jaw to bite the shell of his ear.
It took a couple seconds for the words to register; Changmin was almost drunk on Yunho. But when they did, his stomach did that swoop thing it was so fond of doing, whenever Yunho said something incredibly sweet but didn’t seem to notice it. He should be used to it, it shouldn’t affect him so much, but it still did.
“Plus I think I’ve gained weight from trying not to smoke,” Yunho grumbled. “I go to smoke and remember I can’t and go to the fridge instead. It’s tragic.”
Changmin wanted to laugh, but Yunho was already having a hard time adjusting to his new routine. He didn’t want to make him feel like his efforts weren’t being noticed or appreciated; he was unbelievably flattered that Yunho would attempt to break such a habit for Changmin. He wasn’t even being given his promised kisses from Changmin, but still trying. What an absolute sweetheart.
“I know, you’re so good for trying to stop. I know it’s a hard habit to break, but you’re doing so well,” Changmin murmured, hands running up and down his arm. Yunho grinned a heart-stopping flash of teeth, as if Changmin’s praise was all he needed to hear.
Yunho moved down to his jaw and throat again, pressing kisses to them till he got to Changmin's collarbone. He sucked on the skin lightly, biting and then licking it.
"Why are you always giving me hickeys," Changmin half-complained, though his eyes were closed in pleasure at the sparks running through him.
"Want people to know you're mine," Yunho answered, voice muffled as his mouth was still preoccupied.
The answer warmed him more than he cared to admit. He smiled and brought his hands up to slide into his hair, messing the careful locks up. Yunho didn’t seem to mind though; he unlatched from him and said with a pleased smile, "There. You look better now."
Changmin rolled his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him again before pushing him gently off. "Alright, break time's over."
"Nooo," Yunho whined while burying his face into Changmin's neck. "Don't go, Min-ah."
"Don't be a drama king," Changmin said while stroking his hair, which he somehow found his hands in again.
"No, I can't let you go back to that kid, I don't trust him. He's very suspicious."
Changmin frowned slightly. "He's harmless, don't be silly."
Yunho's head popped up, looking a bit confused. "How come he didn't wanna shake my hand?"
So Yunho had noticed. Changmin frowned harder. "I'm not sure." Only now it occurred to him how little personal things he knew about the smaller boy.
Yunho pursed his lips; it made Changmin want to kiss him again. “Do you have to go?”
Changmin gave in and kissed him. “Yes, sorry.”
Yunho backed off him reluctantly. Once they righted their clothes and hair, looking at least somewhat presentable, he led them back to where Kyuhyun and Ryeowook were sitting.
Kyuhyun looked up. “Back so soon?”
“As promised,” Yunho said with a flourish, sweeping his hand dramatically. Changmin rolled his eyes and took his seat.
Yunho tugged lightly on a lock of hair and tipped his head back again, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I gotta go study. Good luck with your presentation, guys.”
A chorus of thanks answered him back, and then Yunho smiled warmly at him one more time before walking off.
Changmin settled back to start working again, refreshed after his little “break”. Kyuhyun did the same, but after a minute they both realized Ryeowook wasn’t doing anything but looking at Changmin. His gaze was unreadable and it made Changmin uncomfortable.
“What?” he asked stiffly. He wasn’t inclined to feel kind towards the other boy for his rudeness to his boyfriend earlier, and Ryeowook certainly wasn’t helping his case now.
“Nothing, just that...” Ryeowook broke off, as if uncertain of something.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, no. Um, I was just curious about something.”
“About what?” Kyuhyun asks, and Changmin isn’t sure but even he seemed to be a little annoyed with Ryeowook.
“Well…” He hesitated one more time, and then seemed to just plunge in. “It’s just that I’ve heard a lot of rumors about Jung Yunho.”
Changmin didn’t unwind; if anything, he became even more uneasy. “Like what?”
“I’ve heard that he and his friends go to clubs and make bets on how many people will approach their table. Actually, I heard that they makes bets on almost everything. Like, people-wise.”
Changmin and Kyuhyun didn’t say anything. His best friend looked just as stunned as he felt.
“Bets? On people?” Kyuhyun said doubtfully. “I don’t think so. Yunho’s a great guy.”
“I don’t know. He’s never been in a relationship, right? They said he sees people as toys for his pleasure and then he tosses them aside, that he likes pretty things as long as they’re pretty.”
Changmin suddenly felt as if someone had upturned a cold bucket of water on him, insecurity stabbing at him because Ryeowook was right, in that Changmin was Yunho’s first boyfriend, and definitely not a virgin, but also because Yunho had told him more than once that Changmin was pretty. It usually made Changmin feel enormously pleased with himself, but now he couldn’t help the unwanted uncertainty that flared up and he hated Ryeowook for making him feel it.
Ryeowook shrugged, seemingly unaware of Changmin’s sudden inner turmoil. “Just what I heard. I was just wondering if he treats you well,” he said, looking at Changmin, and the inquiry is clear in his eyes.
That set him off. Ryeowook’s clearly concerned eyes and tone made him irrationally angry after the insecurity he had been feeling rather strongly, and he had to count to ten in his head to prevent from exploding at the boy.
“He treats me very well, and I’ll thank you to mind your own business,” he said coldly. Ryeowook, and even Kyuhyun, flinched at his tone.
“I’m sorry, don’t be angry, I just-” Ryeowook fumbled to apologize, but Changmin cut him off.
“Let’s get back to work. We only have a couple hours left.”
“Right. Um…”
The atmosphere became considerably colder and uncomfortable, but Changmin didn’t care. He was furious that Ryeowook would even dare to suggest that Yunho was abusive, and even more so for implying that Changmin couldn't take care of himself and get himself out of an abusive relationship if he had to. He had already been subject to abuse once, and wouldn't stand to it again, no matter who it came from. He'd like to think he had grown from that scared 16-year-old he had been in the past. A suggestion from Ryeowook that he hadn't sent him fuming.
It was this fury that kept his mouth shut in a hard, thin line.
They worked silently for the most part, only talking to each other when they had to.
At a quarter to one, they finally packed up and headed home, utterly exhausted.
***
They were the second to last to present, and by the time they finished half an hour later, their professor looked pleased and was smiling and nodding as he scribbled something on the grading rubric in front of him.
The boys exchanged grins, relieved to finally be done with it, and with seemingly good results.
“Hey Changmin you wanna celebrate tonight? At a club or something?” Kyuhyun said when the class ended and they were collecting their things.
“Yeah, sure,” Changmin replied distractedly, looking for his textbook. “I’m going home to sleep, I feel sleep deprived.”
“Great. Meet up with us at 10:30. You’ll come with Yunho, yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” Changmin said, finally finding it beneath his desk and placing it carefully in his bag. How it ended up on the floor, he had no idea.
“Ryeowook, you wanna come with? We could introduce you to the rest of our group,” Kyuhyun said to Ryeowook.
Ryeowook looked up from his own packing and gave a small smile. And was it Changmin’s imagination or was the smile strained? “No, that’s okay, thank you for the invite though. You guys have fun.”
Changmin tried very hard not to glare at him. Having finally finished with wrapping a scarf around his neck, putting on his favorite parka with the furry hood, and then swinging on his backpack, he looked around to realize they were the last to leave. Their professor was up at the front of the class, organizing his papers and putting on his coat. They said their goodbyes as they left, their professor wishing them a good break and a merry Christmas.
His pleasure at knowing winter break was only a week away, an entire month of doing nothing more strenuous than getting up out of bed, was only slightly dampened by the biting wind as soon as they stepped outside.
But speaking of Christmas, he still had to find a present for Yunho. He didn’t know what to buy him, since Yunho didn’t seem like he needed anything other than Changmin, and Changmin couldn’t exactly offer himself as a gift. Well, he could, but Yunho would be in Gwangju with his family, and he wasn’t about to tie a red bow around his naked self and ship himself to Yunho. Yunho would probably like that though, he thought with amusement.
Ryeowook called goodbye and went the other way, and Changmin tried not to feel relieved about it. Since the previous night, when he had dared to say something to stain Yunho’s good personality, he didn’t trust the boy.
But then he saw Yunho waiting for him outside the building, hands tucked in his pockets and ears and nose red from the cold, and all thoughts of Ryeowook were shoved out of his mind. He had better things to think about.
Yunho saw him and smiled brightly, coming over to them. He called out a greeting to Kyuhyun, who said hello back, and held out a hand for Changmin to take, putting their intertwined hands back in his pocket. “Hi pretty baby,” he said, leaning forward to kiss him. His lips were cold, but Changmin didn’t mind. What he did mind was that Yunho’s nickname for him suddenly made his insides cold, and not because of the weather. Ryeowook’s words from last night ran clear in his mind, but he brutally squashed them into silence and kissed Yunho back. Damn him for making me doubt Yunho.
“How was your presentation, guys?”
“It was great, I think the professor really liked it. Right, Kyuhyun?” Changmin said, looking at his friend for confirmation.
Kyuhyun grinned back, looking happy. “Yupp, I think we did really well, he was smiling the whole time.”
Yunho smiled at them. “Good for you guys, you worked hard."
"We really did," Kyuhyun said gravelly, making the other two laugh. Kyuhyun grinned. "Alright I'm off, try not to destroy any of our furniture in your enthusiasm, yeah?"
Changmin ignored the comment. "Aren't you coming home? Don't worry, we won't be loud," Changmin promised. "I'm going to sleep. Real sleep."
Kyuhyun laughed. "No, it's okay. I got an invite to Seohyun's dorm," he said, looking smug. Seohyun was a girl in their finance class, a year ahead of the rest, just like Changmin and Kyuhyun. She was intelligent and quiet and very, very beautiful, if you were into the whole female gender, which Kyuhyun was. He'd been chasing her the entire semester, but Seohyun had only shown the amount of interest one would normally show a particularly amusing puppy. A cute puppy, maybe, but a puppy nonetheless. Changmin had informed Kyuhyun of this several times, but Kyuhyun had resolutely ignored him, claiming that hard work and persistence would get you everywhere. Maybe that applied to many aspects of life, but it certainly didn't apply to women. Even Changmin could see Seohyun was not interested, and that his best friend was only setting himself up for heartbreak.
Which is why Changmin was so surprised when Kyuhyun revealed this new piece of information. "Really?" he said, trying and failing not to look too shocked.
"You said she would never like me, but here I am now," he gloated.
"So you are," Changmin mused. He still didn't think Seohyun had invited him with the intent Kyuhyun seemed to believe she did, but he decided to let his best friend learn this one on his own. The hard way.
Kyuhyun turned to Yunho. "We're going to celebrate the end of this God forsaken project tonight, make sure you come. Although it'll be completely like you two to get so caught up in each other that you forget about the rest of the world," he sniffed.
Changmin threw him a dirty look. "Don't you worry, we'll be there. See you later."
Kyuhyun grinned in reply and then walked off towards Seohyun's dorm with a spring in his step.
Yunho tugged his hand, bringing Changmin's attention back to him. He let Yunho walk him off campus, chattering the entire time about his classes and upcoming plans for the break.
Changmin listened, nodding at appropriate times and smiling when Yunho looked at him, but his mind wandered a bit. He was already dreading having to be away from Yunho for almost an entire month; their relationship was too new to introduce to their parents, and so they would have to suffer without the other. Well, Changmin would suffer; he wasn't sure how important he was to Yunho yet.
Which bought his mind, inevitably, back to what Ryeowook had said last night. He studied Yunho from the corner of his eye as Yunho was going on about something. He didn't think Yunho would ever bet on people, Yunho was much too kind for that. But he wouldn't put it past his sleazy friends. Heechul just reeked of evil, and even Donghae, great guy that he was, could be incredibly insensitive sometimes. Siwon...well, Siwon was just a bit dense and more of a follower, so Changmin didn't think he was capable of that sort of evil on his own.
Not for the first time, Changmin wondered how Yunho had fallen in with his group of friends.
"Changmin are you listening?"
The voice snapped him back to the present. "What?"
"You were ignoring me! You were ignoring me the entire time!" Yunho accused, eyes narrowed.
Changmin grinned a little guiltily. "Er, sorry. I'm a bit tired," he said, and it was only once the words passed his lips that he realized how true they were. He was bone-deep exhausted, and would have liked nothing better than to crawl into bed and sleep until finals were over. Preferably while wrapped around Yunho.
Yunho's eyes softened immediately. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you haven't been sleeping much."
"Not your fault," Changmin replied swiftly, leaning in to peck at his lips. "Sorry for not paying attention. Let's just get home quickly and then you can tell me all about your plans. After I nap."
Yunho looked amused. "Changdola we're already here. I'm waiting for you to unlock the door."
Belatedly, Changmin looked around and realized, to his shock, that they were indeed outside his apartment building. He had been seriously out of it.
He grinned at Yunho sheepishly in apology while taking out his keys and letting them in to the warmth of the lobby.
Once they were safely in his and Kyuhyun's apartment, Yunho immediately set about undressing Changmin with more enthusiasm than was appropriate for someone who was only trying to help you to sleep better Changminnie~!
Yunho was surprisingly fussy, Changmin thought with amusement as he crawled into his bed to curl in his sinfully warm blankets. He watched as Yunho snapped the curtains shut to block out the morning light. The room was swallowed by darkness, and already Changmin was yawning from the combination of warmth and blessed dark. Yunho walked over to drop a kiss on Changmin's hair.
"Good night, Min-ah. Sleep tight."
"It's morning," Changmin murmured sleepily, but he didn't hear the reply as he let himself go to wonderful oblivion of sleep.
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Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 4,396
Beta: chibisuz <3
Warnings: none
Notes: So this chapter was supposed to include smut, but it got too long so i decided to split it in half. And another note, I think this is going to have more than 12 chapters. I'm aiming for 14, but we'll see how it goes.
Comments are love ^^
When Yunho tried to kiss him with a mouth smelling of cigarette smoke, yet again, Changmin reached his limit.
“Alright Yunho, that’s it.”
Yunho pulled away and looked confused. “What’s it?”
“I’m not kissing you when you smell like cigarettes. It’s disgusting,” he said, wrinkling his nose.
This seemed to take a minute to comprehend. “You don’t want me to kiss you?” Yunho asked slowly.
“No, not when your mouth tastes like an ashtray.”
“So you want me to stop smoking?”
“No, I want you to not kiss me if you smell like that. I don’t want to taste cigarettes anymore, I don’t even know what you taste like without it.”
Yunho frowned slightly, and then seemed to realize something and folded his arms. “I see what you’re trying to do,” he said, scowling.
Changmin blinked innocently. “What? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re trying to get me to stop smoking by denying me kisses,” he accused.
Changmin grinned, once again a little surprised by Yunho’s quick wit. The man sure wasn’t an idiot. “Maybe. Is it going to work?”
Yunho narrowed his eyes at him. “Yes.”
Changmin couldn’t help it then; he burst out laughing at Yunho’s indignation and slid his arms around Yunho’s waist, hugging him close and pressing a kiss to his lips. Even though it tasted like cigarettes.
Yunho sighed and relaxed his stance, hands burying themselves in Changmin’s hair and kissing back. “I’m so whipped,” he mumbled against his lips.
Changmin grinned again, amused.
“You’re not really serious are you?” Yunho asked hopefully.
“Oh no, I am very serious. After this, I won’t let you near me after you’ve smoked.”
Yunho grumbled unhappily.
***
November passed into December, and finals were looming closer and closer. End-of-semester projects approached, and students got more and more frantic as they tried to study as much as possible while working on the projects.
The week before finals found Changmin at the library, sitting across Kyuhyun and one of their other friends, Ryeowook, while fretting over their presentation for a finance class.
They met Kim Ryeowook in the beginning of the semester. He was a rather small but handsome boy, the sharp angles of his face doing nothing to contradict his slightly feminine features. He had been quiet and shy, but eventually, when he became more comfortable with the two, he had opened up, and Changmin found that he was funny and had a witty, dry sense of humor. He fit right in with Changmin and Kyuhyun, although they had yet to introduce him to the rest of their group. Right now, he looked just as stressed as Changmin.
Changmin's hair was disheveled from having run his hands through it so many times, eyes bloodshot from many late nights spent in preparation, lips red and swollen from worrying them between his teeth so much. His friends were equally stressed, as much of their final grade depended on how well they could show their professor that they've learned what has been taught during the semester.
They had been assigned, in the beginning of the semester, to form a group and, from there, put together a presentation. They were required to invent a product, anything at all, and then act as though they were really planning to sell it to the public. They needed to calculate production costs, number of employees necessary, salaries for these employees, cost of ads to advertise the product, and all the while keep it as low cost and efficient as possible. This was in addition to keeping in mind how the general public would react to the product, how much money they would be willing to spend, and how much they predicted the yearly revenue would come to be. They had worked on it throughout the semester, slowly putting it together as they learned, and now D-Day had finally arrived. Tomorrow morning they would present their product, and good riddance, for Changmin was sick and tired of the whole affair.
He was cranky from lack of both sleep and a certain someone. He had locked himself in his apartment with his two buddies and kept Yunho away for more than a week, only getting a few stolen kisses during the day when they had to come to class. All the other time, he spent in preparation for their final assessment.
It was almost pathetic, really, how much he missed Yunho. Yunho respected his wishes and didn't bother Changmin with texts as he was wont to do, only texting him good morning and good night along with the occasional how's it going.
He couldn't wait to finish with the project so he could see Yunho. Of course, with finals around the corner, all they could do was study anyway, but just the older man's presence was enough. He should probably be worried, how much he had come to depend on the other man, but he couldn't find it in him to care.
As he was working out the kinks in his shoulders, Kyuhyun and Ryeowook looked up at someone behind him and then warm hands covered his eyes. A soft but low voice whispered in his ear, breath warm, "Guess who."
He shivered involuntarily. "I have no idea," he murmured, enjoying Yunho's closeness.
"No?" the voice asked, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
"Not a clue."
"Have you already forgotten me?"
"Well I have no idea who you are, so I guess so."
The voice tsked in his ear, and then soft lips kissed it lightly, prompting a loud "Ahem" from Kyuhyun. Changmin grinned, and the hands removed themselves from Changmin's eyes and slipped to his shoulders as Yunho straightened.
He tilted his head back, looking up at his boyfriend upside down as Yunho smiled down at him softly and massaged his shoulders. Yunho had recently started pushing his hair up off his forehead and it made him even sexier, if that was possible. Coupled with the warm look in his eyes, Changmin wanted to bury himself in Yunho's arms and sleep for a week. Maybe a year.
"Guys we're still here, no matter how much you wish we weren't," Kyuhyun intruded on their moment. Ryeowook looked on curiously, having never met Changmin's boyfriend before.
Yunho looked up at him, grinning. "Sorry Kyu."
Kyuhyun shook his head with a long suffering sigh.
"Have you met Ryeowook?" Changmin cut in, eager to stop any further mock arguing between the two.
Yunho directed his gaze to the smallish boy next to Kyuhyun. "No. Hi," Yunho said, offering a hand, "I'm Jung Yunho, Changmin's boyfriend."
Changmin’s insides warmed from hearing the word ‘boyfriend’ from Yunho’s mouth, but not so much that he didn’t notice Ryeowook’s hesitation. For a moment, his eyes flicked to Yunho's hand before extending his own and shaking Yunho's, but the moment was long enough to make the atmosphere awkward. "I'm Kim Ryeowook."
"Nice to meet you," Yunho said smoothly before withdrawing his hand and bringing it back to Changmin's shoulder, where it continued to massage him. Changmin was a little perplexed by Ryeowook's actions, but Yunho didn’t seem to notice.
He looked back at Kyuhyun. "Can I borrow him for a couple minutes? I'll bring him right back."
"Do you really need my permission," Kyuhyun said, grinning.
"Not really," Yunho replied, grinning back before tugging at Changmin.
Yunho led him to the back of the library, where students rarely visited. Plus because of the fact that it was nearly midnight, there were even fewer people around.
Yunho immediately pushed him gently against the bookshelf and kissed him. The warm press of lips on him still sent soft warmth through him, despite all the kisses Yunho showered him with every day. He should be used to it all, but every time Yunho kissed him still felt new and wonderful. He bought his hands up to cup Yunho’s face, thumbs lightly caressing his cheeks as he kissed back. Yunho tasted like strawberries, which Changmin suspected was from the nicotine gum he liked so much and had taken to chewing all day. The sensations running through him from Yunho’s tongue sliding against his sent blood pounding through his ears, blocking out all sounds, even his own moans. Yunho bought a hand up to slide into his hair, before tugging it slightly to tilt his head back, and pressed his thigh between Changmin’s legs. He continued to press open mouthed kisses to Changmin’s jaw and throat, rubbing his thigh against Changmin’s crotch. Changmin groaned again, hands slipping to clutch at Yunho’s biceps.
"Think I could get you off in less than five minutes?" Yunho murmured into his jaw, kissing it.
He didn't want to encourage Yunho, he really didn't, but his cock may or may not have twitched in response to his words. Yunho noticed, of course he did, and chuckled.
"No, Yunho, this is not the time," Changmin said, breathless as Yunho continued to rub his thigh against Changmin's interested cock.
"Changmin-ah it's always the time."
"No, Yunho," he said a bit more firmly, resisting the urge to rut against his leg.
"Oh alright," Yunho said grumpily. "I'm gonna kiss you then."
"Okay," Changmin replied, because really he had no objections to kisses from Yunho.
Yunho removed his leg from between Changmin's thighs and hugged the younger boy close instead, kissing him leisurely while his hands squeezed Changmin’s ass.
Changmin melted into him, trying to taste all of Yunho. Yunho tasted sweet and fresh, not much of a hint of cigarette smoke in his mouth. Changmin smiled against his lips.
“Do you know what a hard time I’ve been having?” Yunho asked, eyes heavy lidded as they stayed on Changmin’s lips. Changmin didn’t understand Yunho’s...obsession with his lips. He didn’t think his lips were particularly nice, too wide and dry, and no one had ever reacted this way to his mouth, not his ex or any of the other one night stands he’d had. He wasn’t complaining, though; Changmin enjoyed Yunho’s lips as much as Yunho enjoyed his. It was something that definitely intrigued him.
“No,” came the breathless reply.
“No smoking and no kisses and no sex and no Changmin. I should get an award for surviving this long,” Yunho said, mouth wandering over his jaw to bite the shell of his ear.
It took a couple seconds for the words to register; Changmin was almost drunk on Yunho. But when they did, his stomach did that swoop thing it was so fond of doing, whenever Yunho said something incredibly sweet but didn’t seem to notice it. He should be used to it, it shouldn’t affect him so much, but it still did.
“Plus I think I’ve gained weight from trying not to smoke,” Yunho grumbled. “I go to smoke and remember I can’t and go to the fridge instead. It’s tragic.”
Changmin wanted to laugh, but Yunho was already having a hard time adjusting to his new routine. He didn’t want to make him feel like his efforts weren’t being noticed or appreciated; he was unbelievably flattered that Yunho would attempt to break such a habit for Changmin. He wasn’t even being given his promised kisses from Changmin, but still trying. What an absolute sweetheart.
“I know, you’re so good for trying to stop. I know it’s a hard habit to break, but you’re doing so well,” Changmin murmured, hands running up and down his arm. Yunho grinned a heart-stopping flash of teeth, as if Changmin’s praise was all he needed to hear.
Yunho moved down to his jaw and throat again, pressing kisses to them till he got to Changmin's collarbone. He sucked on the skin lightly, biting and then licking it.
"Why are you always giving me hickeys," Changmin half-complained, though his eyes were closed in pleasure at the sparks running through him.
"Want people to know you're mine," Yunho answered, voice muffled as his mouth was still preoccupied.
The answer warmed him more than he cared to admit. He smiled and brought his hands up to slide into his hair, messing the careful locks up. Yunho didn’t seem to mind though; he unlatched from him and said with a pleased smile, "There. You look better now."
Changmin rolled his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him again before pushing him gently off. "Alright, break time's over."
"Nooo," Yunho whined while burying his face into Changmin's neck. "Don't go, Min-ah."
"Don't be a drama king," Changmin said while stroking his hair, which he somehow found his hands in again.
"No, I can't let you go back to that kid, I don't trust him. He's very suspicious."
Changmin frowned slightly. "He's harmless, don't be silly."
Yunho's head popped up, looking a bit confused. "How come he didn't wanna shake my hand?"
So Yunho had noticed. Changmin frowned harder. "I'm not sure." Only now it occurred to him how little personal things he knew about the smaller boy.
Yunho pursed his lips; it made Changmin want to kiss him again. “Do you have to go?”
Changmin gave in and kissed him. “Yes, sorry.”
Yunho backed off him reluctantly. Once they righted their clothes and hair, looking at least somewhat presentable, he led them back to where Kyuhyun and Ryeowook were sitting.
Kyuhyun looked up. “Back so soon?”
“As promised,” Yunho said with a flourish, sweeping his hand dramatically. Changmin rolled his eyes and took his seat.
Yunho tugged lightly on a lock of hair and tipped his head back again, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I gotta go study. Good luck with your presentation, guys.”
A chorus of thanks answered him back, and then Yunho smiled warmly at him one more time before walking off.
Changmin settled back to start working again, refreshed after his little “break”. Kyuhyun did the same, but after a minute they both realized Ryeowook wasn’t doing anything but looking at Changmin. His gaze was unreadable and it made Changmin uncomfortable.
“What?” he asked stiffly. He wasn’t inclined to feel kind towards the other boy for his rudeness to his boyfriend earlier, and Ryeowook certainly wasn’t helping his case now.
“Nothing, just that...” Ryeowook broke off, as if uncertain of something.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, no. Um, I was just curious about something.”
“About what?” Kyuhyun asks, and Changmin isn’t sure but even he seemed to be a little annoyed with Ryeowook.
“Well…” He hesitated one more time, and then seemed to just plunge in. “It’s just that I’ve heard a lot of rumors about Jung Yunho.”
Changmin didn’t unwind; if anything, he became even more uneasy. “Like what?”
“I’ve heard that he and his friends go to clubs and make bets on how many people will approach their table. Actually, I heard that they makes bets on almost everything. Like, people-wise.”
Changmin and Kyuhyun didn’t say anything. His best friend looked just as stunned as he felt.
“Bets? On people?” Kyuhyun said doubtfully. “I don’t think so. Yunho’s a great guy.”
“I don’t know. He’s never been in a relationship, right? They said he sees people as toys for his pleasure and then he tosses them aside, that he likes pretty things as long as they’re pretty.”
Changmin suddenly felt as if someone had upturned a cold bucket of water on him, insecurity stabbing at him because Ryeowook was right, in that Changmin was Yunho’s first boyfriend, and definitely not a virgin, but also because Yunho had told him more than once that Changmin was pretty. It usually made Changmin feel enormously pleased with himself, but now he couldn’t help the unwanted uncertainty that flared up and he hated Ryeowook for making him feel it.
Ryeowook shrugged, seemingly unaware of Changmin’s sudden inner turmoil. “Just what I heard. I was just wondering if he treats you well,” he said, looking at Changmin, and the inquiry is clear in his eyes.
That set him off. Ryeowook’s clearly concerned eyes and tone made him irrationally angry after the insecurity he had been feeling rather strongly, and he had to count to ten in his head to prevent from exploding at the boy.
“He treats me very well, and I’ll thank you to mind your own business,” he said coldly. Ryeowook, and even Kyuhyun, flinched at his tone.
“I’m sorry, don’t be angry, I just-” Ryeowook fumbled to apologize, but Changmin cut him off.
“Let’s get back to work. We only have a couple hours left.”
“Right. Um…”
The atmosphere became considerably colder and uncomfortable, but Changmin didn’t care. He was furious that Ryeowook would even dare to suggest that Yunho was abusive, and even more so for implying that Changmin couldn't take care of himself and get himself out of an abusive relationship if he had to. He had already been subject to abuse once, and wouldn't stand to it again, no matter who it came from. He'd like to think he had grown from that scared 16-year-old he had been in the past. A suggestion from Ryeowook that he hadn't sent him fuming.
It was this fury that kept his mouth shut in a hard, thin line.
They worked silently for the most part, only talking to each other when they had to.
At a quarter to one, they finally packed up and headed home, utterly exhausted.
***
They were the second to last to present, and by the time they finished half an hour later, their professor looked pleased and was smiling and nodding as he scribbled something on the grading rubric in front of him.
The boys exchanged grins, relieved to finally be done with it, and with seemingly good results.
“Hey Changmin you wanna celebrate tonight? At a club or something?” Kyuhyun said when the class ended and they were collecting their things.
“Yeah, sure,” Changmin replied distractedly, looking for his textbook. “I’m going home to sleep, I feel sleep deprived.”
“Great. Meet up with us at 10:30. You’ll come with Yunho, yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” Changmin said, finally finding it beneath his desk and placing it carefully in his bag. How it ended up on the floor, he had no idea.
“Ryeowook, you wanna come with? We could introduce you to the rest of our group,” Kyuhyun said to Ryeowook.
Ryeowook looked up from his own packing and gave a small smile. And was it Changmin’s imagination or was the smile strained? “No, that’s okay, thank you for the invite though. You guys have fun.”
Changmin tried very hard not to glare at him. Having finally finished with wrapping a scarf around his neck, putting on his favorite parka with the furry hood, and then swinging on his backpack, he looked around to realize they were the last to leave. Their professor was up at the front of the class, organizing his papers and putting on his coat. They said their goodbyes as they left, their professor wishing them a good break and a merry Christmas.
His pleasure at knowing winter break was only a week away, an entire month of doing nothing more strenuous than getting up out of bed, was only slightly dampened by the biting wind as soon as they stepped outside.
But speaking of Christmas, he still had to find a present for Yunho. He didn’t know what to buy him, since Yunho didn’t seem like he needed anything other than Changmin, and Changmin couldn’t exactly offer himself as a gift. Well, he could, but Yunho would be in Gwangju with his family, and he wasn’t about to tie a red bow around his naked self and ship himself to Yunho. Yunho would probably like that though, he thought with amusement.
Ryeowook called goodbye and went the other way, and Changmin tried not to feel relieved about it. Since the previous night, when he had dared to say something to stain Yunho’s good personality, he didn’t trust the boy.
But then he saw Yunho waiting for him outside the building, hands tucked in his pockets and ears and nose red from the cold, and all thoughts of Ryeowook were shoved out of his mind. He had better things to think about.
Yunho saw him and smiled brightly, coming over to them. He called out a greeting to Kyuhyun, who said hello back, and held out a hand for Changmin to take, putting their intertwined hands back in his pocket. “Hi pretty baby,” he said, leaning forward to kiss him. His lips were cold, but Changmin didn’t mind. What he did mind was that Yunho’s nickname for him suddenly made his insides cold, and not because of the weather. Ryeowook’s words from last night ran clear in his mind, but he brutally squashed them into silence and kissed Yunho back. Damn him for making me doubt Yunho.
“How was your presentation, guys?”
“It was great, I think the professor really liked it. Right, Kyuhyun?” Changmin said, looking at his friend for confirmation.
Kyuhyun grinned back, looking happy. “Yupp, I think we did really well, he was smiling the whole time.”
Yunho smiled at them. “Good for you guys, you worked hard."
"We really did," Kyuhyun said gravelly, making the other two laugh. Kyuhyun grinned. "Alright I'm off, try not to destroy any of our furniture in your enthusiasm, yeah?"
Changmin ignored the comment. "Aren't you coming home? Don't worry, we won't be loud," Changmin promised. "I'm going to sleep. Real sleep."
Kyuhyun laughed. "No, it's okay. I got an invite to Seohyun's dorm," he said, looking smug. Seohyun was a girl in their finance class, a year ahead of the rest, just like Changmin and Kyuhyun. She was intelligent and quiet and very, very beautiful, if you were into the whole female gender, which Kyuhyun was. He'd been chasing her the entire semester, but Seohyun had only shown the amount of interest one would normally show a particularly amusing puppy. A cute puppy, maybe, but a puppy nonetheless. Changmin had informed Kyuhyun of this several times, but Kyuhyun had resolutely ignored him, claiming that hard work and persistence would get you everywhere. Maybe that applied to many aspects of life, but it certainly didn't apply to women. Even Changmin could see Seohyun was not interested, and that his best friend was only setting himself up for heartbreak.
Which is why Changmin was so surprised when Kyuhyun revealed this new piece of information. "Really?" he said, trying and failing not to look too shocked.
"You said she would never like me, but here I am now," he gloated.
"So you are," Changmin mused. He still didn't think Seohyun had invited him with the intent Kyuhyun seemed to believe she did, but he decided to let his best friend learn this one on his own. The hard way.
Kyuhyun turned to Yunho. "We're going to celebrate the end of this God forsaken project tonight, make sure you come. Although it'll be completely like you two to get so caught up in each other that you forget about the rest of the world," he sniffed.
Changmin threw him a dirty look. "Don't you worry, we'll be there. See you later."
Kyuhyun grinned in reply and then walked off towards Seohyun's dorm with a spring in his step.
Yunho tugged his hand, bringing Changmin's attention back to him. He let Yunho walk him off campus, chattering the entire time about his classes and upcoming plans for the break.
Changmin listened, nodding at appropriate times and smiling when Yunho looked at him, but his mind wandered a bit. He was already dreading having to be away from Yunho for almost an entire month; their relationship was too new to introduce to their parents, and so they would have to suffer without the other. Well, Changmin would suffer; he wasn't sure how important he was to Yunho yet.
Which bought his mind, inevitably, back to what Ryeowook had said last night. He studied Yunho from the corner of his eye as Yunho was going on about something. He didn't think Yunho would ever bet on people, Yunho was much too kind for that. But he wouldn't put it past his sleazy friends. Heechul just reeked of evil, and even Donghae, great guy that he was, could be incredibly insensitive sometimes. Siwon...well, Siwon was just a bit dense and more of a follower, so Changmin didn't think he was capable of that sort of evil on his own.
Not for the first time, Changmin wondered how Yunho had fallen in with his group of friends.
"Changmin are you listening?"
The voice snapped him back to the present. "What?"
"You were ignoring me! You were ignoring me the entire time!" Yunho accused, eyes narrowed.
Changmin grinned a little guiltily. "Er, sorry. I'm a bit tired," he said, and it was only once the words passed his lips that he realized how true they were. He was bone-deep exhausted, and would have liked nothing better than to crawl into bed and sleep until finals were over. Preferably while wrapped around Yunho.
Yunho's eyes softened immediately. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you haven't been sleeping much."
"Not your fault," Changmin replied swiftly, leaning in to peck at his lips. "Sorry for not paying attention. Let's just get home quickly and then you can tell me all about your plans. After I nap."
Yunho looked amused. "Changdola we're already here. I'm waiting for you to unlock the door."
Belatedly, Changmin looked around and realized, to his shock, that they were indeed outside his apartment building. He had been seriously out of it.
He grinned at Yunho sheepishly in apology while taking out his keys and letting them in to the warmth of the lobby.
Once they were safely in his and Kyuhyun's apartment, Yunho immediately set about undressing Changmin with more enthusiasm than was appropriate for someone who was only trying to help you to sleep better Changminnie~!
Yunho was surprisingly fussy, Changmin thought with amusement as he crawled into his bed to curl in his sinfully warm blankets. He watched as Yunho snapped the curtains shut to block out the morning light. The room was swallowed by darkness, and already Changmin was yawning from the combination of warmth and blessed dark. Yunho walked over to drop a kiss on Changmin's hair.
"Good night, Min-ah. Sleep tight."
"It's morning," Changmin murmured sleepily, but he didn't hear the reply as he let himself go to wonderful oblivion of sleep.
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