Your Bet's as Good as Mine (13/16)
Title: Your Bet's as Good as Mine (13/16)
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 5131
Warnings: none
Beta: chibisuz <3
Notes: I would like to offer my most sincerest apologies sigh. Sorry this took forever. Things kept coming up and when I had time I didn't feel like writing. Good news is I already have the next chapter written, and the other started. And there's three chapters left! The end is near! Yay! Hope you guys like this, comments are love ^^
When Yunho finally got his present, Changmin found out right away because Yunho called him at eight in the morning when Changmin was still sleeping, because, you know, that's what normal people do at eight in the morning. He picked up the phone in a daze, not completely awake, and didn't even have a chance to rasp a hello. "Changmin what is this?!" Yunho screeched without ceremony over the phone.
"I don't know what is it??" Changmin asked, bolting upright and looking around frantically for some reason, startled and sleepy and slightly scared, because Yunho never panicked.
"You bought me a present??"
For a few seconds all Changmin could do was blink, and then he said eloquently, "Huh?"
He heard Yunho take a few deep, calming breaths and then say slowly, "There was a package on my porch this morning. From you. And I opened it to find a present. From you. Care to explain?"
Changmin's confusion cleared up with his words, thankfully. Groaning, he rolled over in bed and switched the phone to his other ear. "That's a present, Yunho. From me. Do you have any other questions?" he said slowly, mocking him now that he retained full use of his brain.
"This isn't funny, Changmin!" Changmin imagined Yunho stomping at his foot at that, and if he chuckled at the mental image, well, who was to blame him?
"Why are you laughing? I can't believe you bought me a present when we agreed not to buy each other anything!"
"No, baby, I never promised that. I only pretended to," Changmin said, eyes closing and smiling slightly, lulled by the warm voice in his ears, even though it sounded so cross right now.
"That's not fair," Yunho said petulantly.
"That's okay, you can get me something for my birthday, if you want," Changmin said soothingly, wanting nothing more in that moment than to fly over to his boyfriend and kiss away the pout that was surely on his lips right now.
Yunho sighed over the line, and then said, "You're insufferable."
"You sure suffer me though. Tolerate, even," Changmin teased.
That finally got a laugh out of him. Changmin smiled just hearing it. "Accept my present, please?"
Yunho sighed dramatically. "If I must!"
Changmin chuckled softly. "Open it then."
There was a pause, during which Changmin could hear the ripping and rustling of wrapping paper, and then there was an even longer pause.
After a few minutes of nothing, Changmin began to worry. Had he bought Yunho an album he already had? Maybe Yunho didn't like the present?
"Yunho?" he said uncertainly. "Are you still there?"
"What? Yeah, sorry, I'm here."
"Do you like it? You don't already have a copy of this, do you?" Because that would suck. His gift would be completely useless then.
"What? No, of course not, how could I already have this? This is really..." Yunho trailed off.
Not a good sign. Changmin chewed on his bottom lip. "If you don't like it, I can get it exchanged for another one. Something you'll like better," he said hesitantly.
"No no Changmin, I love it, why would I exchange it? It's...really nice. I didn't know you were so sentimental." The last part was supposed to be teasing, Changmin knew, but Yunho's voice sounded...odd.
But now Changmin was confused. Resolving to think about that odd tone later, he said, "What do you mean, sentimental?" His gift wasn't sentimental. It was just an album. Fucking expensive, yeah, but still just an album.
Unless...
Changmin's throat was suddenly dry. He licked his lips a couple of times to no avail, and then swallowed and said, "Yunho, what did you get?"
"Changmin, it's your present. Don't tell me you don't remember?"
Changmin huffed impatiently. Of course he wouldn't forget. A mix up by his idiot friend, on the other hand, was entirely possible. "Just tell me," he said despite his quickening heartbeat. Please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong, please let me....
"It's a picture frame!"
Goddamnit.
"With a picture of us. A really adorable picture, too. I can't remember us taking this." A pause as Changmin mentally banged his head against a wall and cursed his best friend and then, "Is this not your present?"
Changmin did groan out loud at that though. "Ugh. Stupid Kyuhyun."
"Why, what'd he do?" Yunho sounded amused.
"The idiot got the wrong present. Ugh. I'm gonna kill him," Changmin said savagely, wondering how best to slowly draw out his best friend's death for maximum torture.
"Aww Changminnie, so you weren't gonna give me this pretty little frame?" Yup. Definitely amused.
"That's- I mean I was gonna- ugh. Stupid Kyuhyun," Changmin swore again.
Yunho, meanwhile, was having a good old time and laughing. "Changmin just breathe, baby! Tell me what happened!"
Changmin took a deep breath, held it in for a few seconds, and then released in a sigh. Oh well. Rubbing a hand over his face, he explained the mix up to him. "Because, you know, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," he added at the end, hoping to lighten the feelings in his chest a bit, but it didn't work much.
Yunho was quiet for a few long seconds, and then he said, "Well. You shouldn't have worried. I love this, I think it's great." He hesitated for a moment. "Thank you, Changdola."
Changmin cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. "You're welcome." And then, just to get over the sudden awkwardness, he said, "I'm still giving you the CD though."
Just as he knew, that immediately riled Yunho up. "Changmin you can't! We promised no presents!"
"No, baby, you-"
"Yes, yes, I know. I can't believe you would be so sneaky about it though." He sounded mildly surprised.
"Really, can't you?" Changmin said teasingly, rolling over again.
There was a pause. "No, yeah I can."
Changmin laughed and then glanced at the clock. "Ugh, what the fuck, it's only 8:20," he groaned. "Why are you even awake, it's winter break!"
"I went out for a run and when I came back home I saw the package. Not everyone is as lazy as you," Yunho said primly.
"That's because normal people spend their limited break time sleeping in," Changmin growled.
"Whatever. I'm gonna take a shower. Go back to sleep, you bum."
"With pleasure. Take a naked selfie though. I need some sort of compensation for waking up so early," Changmin mumbled, his eyes already closed, and burrowed in his soft comforter.
Yunho laughed over the line, and it made Changmin smile and feel ridiculously warm. "Sure, anything for you babe."
"I hope that's not sarcasm," Changmin murmured, and then yawned.
"Never," Yunho said, sounding suspiciously sarcastic and amused. "Go to sleep."
Changmin didn't have the energy to argue though. He fell asleep.
***
Honestly, he should've been happy that there were no classes, but by the time the 20th of January rolled around, Changmin was ready to tear his hair out from sheer boredom. As much fun as it was to sleep and eat and play video games all day, there was a limit as to how much one could do those three things before becoming bored to tears, and Changmin had crossed that limit long ago.
And maybe this break was extra bad because now he had an extra reason to look forward to going back to college.
He missed Yunho so badly, missed his kisses and his touch and his way of making Changmin feel so good, that he would gladly have gone back to school a week early if it meant he could see Yunho again, hold him tight and kiss him till he was drunk.
He wasn't the only one suffering either, he was pleased to note.
Four days before Changmin was set to go back to school, he received a text message while in the middle of packing his newly bought textbooks safely away.
Received from Man Candy 4:24 PM
:(
Slightly alarmed, Changmin quickly put his books down on his bed and turned his attention to his phone.
Sent to Man Candy 4:25 PM
Are you okay?
Received from Man Candy 4:25 PM
i need a fucking cigarette ><
Sent to Man Candy 4:26 PM
Why? What's wrong?
Received from Man Candy 4:27 PM
EVERYTHING IS WRONG CHANGMINNIE
Changmin rolled his eyes; not an emergency, then.
Sent to Man Candy 4:27 PM
What's specifically wrong
There was a long pause between texts, and then:
Received from Man Candy 4:31 PM
i really fucking miss you :(
Changmin stilled, not quite believing what he was seeing. He read it a few more times, eyes hungrily taking the words in, before thinking to reply.
...What, exactly? What was he supposed to say to that?
Sent to Man Candy 4:34 PM
That is...actually really cute
Received from Man Candy 4:35 PM
dont tease me changminnie im practically in a depression this is serious
Sent to Man Candy 4:35 PM
Which makes it even cuter. I miss you too! It's only a few more days, hang in there :)
Received from Man Candy 4:36 PM
but i want to see u NOW
Changmin laughed, a warm feeling spreading through him.
Sent to Man Candy 4:36 PM
Tough shit
Received from Man Candy 4:37 PM
CHANGMINNIE!!! >:(((
Changmin laughed even harder. His cute boyfriend was so easy to tease.
Received from Man Candy 4:38 PM
UR the one who's coming later than me!! i'll be there two whole days before u!
Sent to Man Candy 4:39 PM
Well it's not my fault my mom just loves me more than yours loves you. She won't let me leave early
Received from Man Candy 4:40 PM
exCUSE u my mom adores me
Yunho continued to argue like a child, insisting his mother loved him more and demanding to know why Changmin couldn't just come earlier.
Little did he know Changmin was actually going to be there before Yunho. He thought it better to just watch his boyfriend suffer, and if he took some pleasure in it, well, who was to know?
Four days later, Changmin was all set to go. His parents and sisters all helped him carry out his boxes to his car, and when they were done Changmin hugged them one by one. His mother was a bit teary, and hugged Changmin for a long time before she released him, but not before Changmin kissed her cheek. His father hugged him briefly but tightly, which made his throat close up a little, and his sisters looked a little too cheerful, but they sent him off with kisses and dramatic weeping. Changmin rolled his eyes at them and then ruffled their hair just for the fun of it. Predictably, they stopped joking around and immediately began whining while trying to fix their hair. Changmin may or may not have felt smug about it.
He kept glancing in the rear view mirror until they were out of sight, throat still too tight. It'd be months before he saw them again.
The drive wasn't very long or require much of his attention, so Changmin cast about for happy thoughts, coming up inevitably with Yunho. It was easier driving away from his parents then.
When he got to the apartment, Kyuhyun hadn't arrived yet, so Changmin moved his boxes in himself, unpacking the essentials and leaving the rest until he had aired the apartment. He opened all the windows, even though it was cold, to let the air circulate a bit and get rid of that musty, unused smell that permeated their apartment over winter break.
He put away the kimchi and other foods his mother had cooked for him in the fridge, and then filled up the cabinets with ramen packs and cereal and snack.
When it got too cold, he closed the windows and turned on the heat, and then set about dusting the furniture and closets in the living room, kitchen, and then his own room. In a fit of altruism, he even dusted Kyuhyun's room, wiping the dirt from his desk and vacuuming the carpet. He put away the rest of his things while waiting for his quick packs of ramen to finish cooking.
With nothing else to do, he got comfortable in front of the TV with his ramen and flipped through channels, eventually settling on a documentary on Star Wars. After a while the sci-fi babble about spaceships mechanics began to hurt his brain so he gave up and got ready for bed. Yunho had wanted to Skype with him, but Changmin had to say no, for obvious reasons, making a vague family-related excuse. Instead, he texted him good night. He was going to surprise Yunho tomorrow.
Kyuhyun arrived the next day around noon, and Changmin went down to help him bring his things upstairs. They hugged and exchanged a few customary insults, and soon Changmin was helping him with the unpacking. Kyuhyun had been considerably cheered when he discovered Changmin had cleaned his room for him too.
"Thanks, Chwangs!" he said, clapping him on the shoulder.
They hung out until Changmin got a text from Yunho in the evening, telling him he and Donghae had arrived on campus and that Changmin had better get his cute ass to college ASAP.
Bundling up for the cold in his wool coat, Changmin and Kyuhyun both trudged over to Yunho's dorm. Changmin had never been there before, though, so Kyuhyun had to lead him to the senior dorms.
The senior dorms were considerably nicer than the crappy buildings he had seen around campus. The underclassmen dorms weren't that nice, which always made Changmin thankful he lived off campus. Instead of being just box shaped buildings like the rest, the senior dorms had three levels and slanted roofs. The hallways connecting different sections of dorms were made of glass. Yellow lights lined the hallways, casting warm glows on the sidewalks outside and making the snow on them sparkle like a million brilliant diamonds. It all looked very cozy.
Kyuhyun had texted Donghae beforehand to let him know they were coming and to not tell Yunho. Donghae was waiting for them at the entrance, and they all exchanged quick hugs and hushed greetings before Donghae sneaked them past the dozing guards. Once safely inside, he led them to the elevators and up to the third floor, chatting about their respective vacations the entire time.
Donghae shushed the both of them when they entered the dorm, which was more like a suite, really. The senior dorms had a small living room with a good size kitchenette, two rooms, and a bathroom. Much better than the holes poor Minho and the other freshmen were living in.
Donghae pointed to the room on the left, from which could be heard the sounds of shuffling, and whispered cheerfully, "Have fun. We know not to expect you for several hours." Changmin gave him a dirty look and gave Kyuhyun, who was laughing silently at him, the finger and then walked cautiously towards the room. Poking his head in, he saw that Yunho's back was to the door. He was unpacking toiletries from a box on the bed and humming under his breath. Changmin took a moment to eye Yunho up and down, delighted to note he was wearing a black, tight shirt that outlined his shifting back muscles very nicely, and well fitted jeans that cupped his ass just as well.
Just the sight of Yunho's back made Changmin feel an embarrassing amount of affection rush through him. Warmth spread through him like ink in water, and the emotions suddenly had his throat clogging up again.
"Donghae I told you not to invite anyone yet!" Yunho called without turning around, sounding very annoyed. God, how he had missed hearing that voice without the barrier of a phone line.
Changmin swallowed his emotions, telling himself to get a grip, and then said cheekily, "Not even me?"
Yunho dropped the deodorant he had been holding and whipped around, and when he saw Changmin, his eyes widened. "Changmin!" He sounded disbelieving.
His reaction pleased Changmin like nothing. "Surprise," he said, grinning and waving his hands a little for effect.
Yunho stared for a moment longer, and then practically leapt across the room, pushing him back and against the door, which had snapped shut from the force of Yunho's advance. His arms wrapped tightly around Changmin, and before he knew it, slightly cold lips were pressing frantically against his own.
Changmin wound his arms around Yunho's neck and kissed back just as desperately, drinking in the warmth and the softness of Yunho's lips, feeling the blood pounding in his ears as everything seemed to click into place, and he was right where he belonged, trapped in Yunho's arms with his mouth over pouty lips. Yunho had him pressed against the door, arms not giving an inch away, and Changmin could feel the press of his hard thighs and soft tummy and chest. "Changmin, Changmin, fuck, I can't believe- oh God I missed you so much, don't you ever fucking leave again," Yunho breathed into his mouth, not moving away.
Changmin smiled into the kiss, which was more like an attack really, and slid his hands into Yunho's hair. "I won't," he promised, capturing Yunho's bottom lip between both of his and sucking it, before nibbling and then licking it.
Yunho shuddered and moaned, his hands gripping the back of his shirt into fists.
Changmin gave him a final nip and pulled back, and then grinned at the dazed look on Yunho's face. "Welcome back," he said cheerfully.
Yunho didn't respond right away, looking rather out of it.
"Did I break your brain?" Changmin said, amused and maybe a bit flattered.
Yunho snapped out of his daze, and focused on Changmin's eyes, and smiled the sweetest smile before leaning in to kiss him more slowly and thoroughly, like he was savoring Changmin's lips.
"Yeah, you did," he whispered. He unwrapped one arm from Changmin's waist and slipped it inside his coat, stroking his side. "I thought you were coming the day after tomorrow. What are you doing here?"
"I was only joking. I came yesterday," Changmin said smugly. "I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, I'm surprised," Yunho said, smiling and leaning in to nuzzle Changmin's jaw. "I thought the next two days were going to be torture. You have no idea how glad I am that you're here."
Changmin smiled a bit stupidly at that, feeling so happy he thought he must look like a lunatic.
"You're right, I have no idea. Why don't you show me?" he purred, rolling his hips pointedly.
Yunho grinned in response. "Gladly," he said, sliding Changmin's coat over his shoulders and letting it fall in a heap on the floor before pulling him to the bed.
And he did. Several times.
***
After Yunho was done showing him how happy he was to see him, and neither of them had much energy left as a result of his enthusiastic demonstrations, Changmin propped himself up on his elbows with one of Yunho's legs and arms slung over him and looked around Yunho's room.
Yunho's room was slightly smaller than his own, and very, very different. Where Changmin's was neat and organized, not a thing out of place, Yunho's was extremely messy. It could've been because Yunho was still unpacking, but Changmin had a feeling it was always in a constant state of disarray.
Books and binders were piled haphazardly on the desk in front of the door, along with unopened packs of lined paper and various writing supplies and highlighters. A box of haphazardly folded clothes lay open near the closet, which was half full of clothes on hangers. In front of the closet was a chest, one drawer open with a shirt hanging out of it. A nightstand stood between the chest and the bed, it too full of clutter, with the desk at the foot of the bed and to the right of it, leaving a small area in front of the window free of clutter. On the floor next to the bed was the box of toiletries they had hurriedly shoved off the bed in their haste, and as a result was upside down with its contents scattered around it.
Overall, it looked as though Yunho had tried to unpack one box, got distracted by something else, and moved onto another box. As a result, none of the boxes were fully unpacked.
Looking at the mess, Changmin couldn't stop a fond smile from making its way to his lips.
"Hey," Yunho said, nudging him. Changmin looked down at him. "Why are you smiling?"
"You're a very messy person," he said, the fondness plain in his voice.
Something flit across Yunho's eyes, something that made the light in his eyes die a little, and then he swallowed and glanced behind him at his room. "I'm still in the middle of unpacking," he said indignantly, but with forced casualness.
Changmin noticed it though. And he wasn't sure it was worth mentioning, so he let it slide. "My room didn't look like this when I was unpacking," he said teasingly, hoping to bring back that laughter in his eyes.
He was relieved to see it worked. Yunho rolled his eyes but smiled. "Whatever." He sat up then, turning to survey his room and scrubbing his hair, and said, "I should finish unpacking this." He looked at Changmin hopefully, the request obvious in his puppy eyes and pursed lips.
Changmin couldn't resist, so he laughed and said, "Yeah, yeah, I'll help you, you can stop looking like that now."
Yunho grinned, wide and brilliant, and leaned over to kiss him loudly. Changmin kissed back for a moment and then pulled back, something glinting having caught his eye. He reached over Yunho to have a closer look at his night stand.
A silver frame. Picking it up and leaning back, he looked at the picture of the two of them smiling brilliantly at the camera with their arms around each other.
Yunho looked with him. "I was gonna tell you, I think you should take it to your apartment."
Changmin looked at him, a little hurt. "Why? You don't want it here?"
"Oh of course I do," Yunho hastened to say. "It's just that we spend most of our time there, so no one's gonna see it here much."
Changmin searched his face, wondering whether he was lying or not, but he seemed sincere enough.
“Okay then. I'll take it with me." He put the frame back down to take with him later and looked around the room. "You’re a terrible host. Aren’t you going to show me around?”
At that, Yunho unexpectedly brightened. “Forget that! I wanna show you something. Come on, get dressed,” he said, hopping off the bed and pulling Changmin with him. His excitement was palpable, Changmin was amused to see.
Slipping back into his shirt and jeans, Changmin stood waiting for Yunho, but was surprised to see him reaching for his coat. Yunho caught Changmin’s questioning look and explained, “We’re going outside, you’ll need your coat.”
So Changmin put his coat on, all the while curious about where they were going. But to his utter bafflement, Yunho moved to his window and opened it all the way. A chilly breeze swept in, making both of them shiver, as Yunho held out a hand for Changmin to take.
Changmin looked at him doubtfully. “You’re not going to push me out the window and kill me, are you?” he asked, moving to take his hand anyway. Yunho laced their fingers together and tugged, rolling his eyes, before moving closer to the window and seeming to inspect whatever was out there.
“Of course not, that would be a terrible waste of fucks,” he said absently. Changmin knew he was joking, and he wasn't really offended, but he still smacked Yunho's head. "Ow! What’d you do that for?” he said, scowling and rubbing his head.
“That was rude!” Changmin said, scowling right back.
Yunho grinned sheepishly. “Heh,” he chuckled, pulling Changmin flush against his side and kissing his cheek. “You know I’m only joking.”
Changmin, slightly mollified by this, grumbled quietly anyway. “Where are we going? Do you regularly jump out your window?” he questioned him. "Only I'm slightly concerned for your mental wellbeing."
But Yunho just flapped a hand at him. “Quiet you. I’m going to show you my favorite spot. Just follow me,” he said, and swung one foot over the ledge. Alarmed, Changmin tried to pull him back, but Yunho, laughing, pulled Changmin near. “Don’t worry, you scaredy cat, I’m not gonna fall to my death. Look.” Still not at ease, Changmin edged closer and looked down.
To his surprise, he did not see the ground. Instead, there was a square area of roof, almost completely flat. That area was about big enough to fit three people side by side. Two edges of the area ended as dropoffs to the ground, while one was against Yunho’s window. The last edge wasn’t an edge, but connected to the rest of the roof top. The roof sloped up that way, although not by much, from what Changmin could see.
Yunho swung his other foot over, and then stood on the roof. “See? It’s completely safe,” he said encouragingly, jumping slightly in place.
Dubiously, Changmin inspected the square area a little closer. After finding no broken tiles and the like, Changmin cautiously went out the window too, clutching both of Yunho's hands. The tiles didn’t suddenly break under his feet, so that was a good thing. From out here, he could see the edge of the roof, and the ground below, which made him cling a little to Yunho. Three floors hadn't seemed so high up before, but now it was making him slightly nauseous. “Why do you have to come out here? Why can’t your favorite spot be somewhere normal?” he complained, fingers tightly gripping Yunho’s coat.
“Because then there would be other people around, and where’s the fun in that?” Yunho said, clearly amused. Changmin was glad he didn’t comment on his clinging. “But this isn’t even it! Come on, it’s up higher.”
“Higher?” Changmin squeaked.
Yunho laughed and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
And with that, Yunho gently extracted himself from Changmin’s grip but didn’t let go of his hand, and turned to climb up even higher, leading Changmin and talking softly the entire way. “Here, hold on to that wall right there, there’s little nooks for your fingers, yeah right there. Don’t worry, I got you. Now here, come this way, it’s easier, move your hand up as we go. Good, we’re almost there, don’t be scared.”
Focusing on Yunho’s voice, he tried not to worry about slipping and subsequently falling to his death, and clutched the nooks Yunho pointed out to him. Slowly, they made their way up the slanted part of the roof. The roof proper wasn't really that far away, but it had taken forever because Changmin had been moving so slowly. Yunho didn’t complain though.
Once they were fully on top of the building, Changmin looked around. It actually wasn’t as scary as Changmin had thought it would be. The roof was huge, as it should have been. It didn’t slant very much, but it was enough to prevent someone of Yunho and Changmin’s heights from standing straight up. Instead, they had to sort of crawl to where Yunho led them.
One side of the roof was a bit brighter, dropping off towards the front, where other students could be seen milling around on the ground in little clusters, the quiet murmurs of their conversations floating up. The back side was darker, where the lights from the front of the building couldn't reach as well.
Sitting down close to the spine of the roof, Yunho took his hand again and pulled him snug up against himself, an arm around his waist. “So,” Yunho said brightly, looking around, “this is my kingdom!”
Changmin rolled his eyes, feeling better. He took in a deep breath, the cold, crisp air curling in his lungs and running exhilaration through him as he let it out. “Cute. It’s actually not very scary.”
Yunho smiled brilliantly and took Changmin’s right hand in his, thumb stroking his knuckles. “No, it’s really nice up here. No one knows about this spot, so I have it all to myself. Not even Donghae. Well, now you know, but no one else.”
Changmin looked at him. “No one knows?”
“Nope.”
Well, that was oddly touching.
“It’s where I come when I need to get away and just...think. I feel better up here.”
“I guess I can see why.” It really was very peaceful up on the roof. The air was cleaner, somehow, more delicious.
"So," he said, turning back to him. "How have you been? Your withdrawal?"
Yunho rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty hard," he said, laughing. "But I think it'll be fine now."
Changmin wondered why it would be easier now. Maybe because it had been a while and Yunho could handle it better? He observed him for a moment, taking in the bags under his eyes, running his hand lightly over his scruffy jaw and thin face. Too thin.
"Did you lose weight? After Christmas?"
"Yeah, despite all of my mom's best efforts," he said, laughing again, but it worried Changmin a bit.
"Why? You haven't been skipping meals, have you?"
"I think it's just another effect of withdrawal," he said gently. "Loss of appetite and all that."
Changmin cocked his head to the side. "I thought there's supposed to be an increase of appetite when you're going through withdrawal?"
"Er, it's not the same for everyone right?"
Something seemed not quite right. Yunho looked almost...shifty. Changmin accepted his explanation reluctantly, deciding not to pursue it. Maybe it really wasn't anything to worry about. "I guess so," he conceded. "Will you be taking your rain checks for kisses now?" he asked teasingly.
Yunho brightened. "Hell yeah!" he said, and then leaned in to claim Changmin's lips enthusiastically.
They stayed up there for a while, doing nothing but talking quietly and kissing and touching, just basking in the other’s presence. Changmin felt a small swoop in his stomach every time he realized that yes, he was with Yunho again after so long, and they wouldn’t have to worry about the other leaving for a long time.
He felt a little like he was home.
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Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 5131
Warnings: none
Beta: chibisuz <3
Notes: I would like to offer my most sincerest apologies sigh. Sorry this took forever. Things kept coming up and when I had time I didn't feel like writing. Good news is I already have the next chapter written, and the other started. And there's three chapters left! The end is near! Yay! Hope you guys like this, comments are love ^^
When Yunho finally got his present, Changmin found out right away because Yunho called him at eight in the morning when Changmin was still sleeping, because, you know, that's what normal people do at eight in the morning. He picked up the phone in a daze, not completely awake, and didn't even have a chance to rasp a hello. "Changmin what is this?!" Yunho screeched without ceremony over the phone.
"I don't know what is it??" Changmin asked, bolting upright and looking around frantically for some reason, startled and sleepy and slightly scared, because Yunho never panicked.
"You bought me a present??"
For a few seconds all Changmin could do was blink, and then he said eloquently, "Huh?"
He heard Yunho take a few deep, calming breaths and then say slowly, "There was a package on my porch this morning. From you. And I opened it to find a present. From you. Care to explain?"
Changmin's confusion cleared up with his words, thankfully. Groaning, he rolled over in bed and switched the phone to his other ear. "That's a present, Yunho. From me. Do you have any other questions?" he said slowly, mocking him now that he retained full use of his brain.
"This isn't funny, Changmin!" Changmin imagined Yunho stomping at his foot at that, and if he chuckled at the mental image, well, who was to blame him?
"Why are you laughing? I can't believe you bought me a present when we agreed not to buy each other anything!"
"No, baby, I never promised that. I only pretended to," Changmin said, eyes closing and smiling slightly, lulled by the warm voice in his ears, even though it sounded so cross right now.
"That's not fair," Yunho said petulantly.
"That's okay, you can get me something for my birthday, if you want," Changmin said soothingly, wanting nothing more in that moment than to fly over to his boyfriend and kiss away the pout that was surely on his lips right now.
Yunho sighed over the line, and then said, "You're insufferable."
"You sure suffer me though. Tolerate, even," Changmin teased.
That finally got a laugh out of him. Changmin smiled just hearing it. "Accept my present, please?"
Yunho sighed dramatically. "If I must!"
Changmin chuckled softly. "Open it then."
There was a pause, during which Changmin could hear the ripping and rustling of wrapping paper, and then there was an even longer pause.
After a few minutes of nothing, Changmin began to worry. Had he bought Yunho an album he already had? Maybe Yunho didn't like the present?
"Yunho?" he said uncertainly. "Are you still there?"
"What? Yeah, sorry, I'm here."
"Do you like it? You don't already have a copy of this, do you?" Because that would suck. His gift would be completely useless then.
"What? No, of course not, how could I already have this? This is really..." Yunho trailed off.
Not a good sign. Changmin chewed on his bottom lip. "If you don't like it, I can get it exchanged for another one. Something you'll like better," he said hesitantly.
"No no Changmin, I love it, why would I exchange it? It's...really nice. I didn't know you were so sentimental." The last part was supposed to be teasing, Changmin knew, but Yunho's voice sounded...odd.
But now Changmin was confused. Resolving to think about that odd tone later, he said, "What do you mean, sentimental?" His gift wasn't sentimental. It was just an album. Fucking expensive, yeah, but still just an album.
Unless...
Changmin's throat was suddenly dry. He licked his lips a couple of times to no avail, and then swallowed and said, "Yunho, what did you get?"
"Changmin, it's your present. Don't tell me you don't remember?"
Changmin huffed impatiently. Of course he wouldn't forget. A mix up by his idiot friend, on the other hand, was entirely possible. "Just tell me," he said despite his quickening heartbeat. Please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong, please let me....
"It's a picture frame!"
Goddamnit.
"With a picture of us. A really adorable picture, too. I can't remember us taking this." A pause as Changmin mentally banged his head against a wall and cursed his best friend and then, "Is this not your present?"
Changmin did groan out loud at that though. "Ugh. Stupid Kyuhyun."
"Why, what'd he do?" Yunho sounded amused.
"The idiot got the wrong present. Ugh. I'm gonna kill him," Changmin said savagely, wondering how best to slowly draw out his best friend's death for maximum torture.
"Aww Changminnie, so you weren't gonna give me this pretty little frame?" Yup. Definitely amused.
"That's- I mean I was gonna- ugh. Stupid Kyuhyun," Changmin swore again.
Yunho, meanwhile, was having a good old time and laughing. "Changmin just breathe, baby! Tell me what happened!"
Changmin took a deep breath, held it in for a few seconds, and then released in a sigh. Oh well. Rubbing a hand over his face, he explained the mix up to him. "Because, you know, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," he added at the end, hoping to lighten the feelings in his chest a bit, but it didn't work much.
Yunho was quiet for a few long seconds, and then he said, "Well. You shouldn't have worried. I love this, I think it's great." He hesitated for a moment. "Thank you, Changdola."
Changmin cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. "You're welcome." And then, just to get over the sudden awkwardness, he said, "I'm still giving you the CD though."
Just as he knew, that immediately riled Yunho up. "Changmin you can't! We promised no presents!"
"No, baby, you-"
"Yes, yes, I know. I can't believe you would be so sneaky about it though." He sounded mildly surprised.
"Really, can't you?" Changmin said teasingly, rolling over again.
There was a pause. "No, yeah I can."
Changmin laughed and then glanced at the clock. "Ugh, what the fuck, it's only 8:20," he groaned. "Why are you even awake, it's winter break!"
"I went out for a run and when I came back home I saw the package. Not everyone is as lazy as you," Yunho said primly.
"That's because normal people spend their limited break time sleeping in," Changmin growled.
"Whatever. I'm gonna take a shower. Go back to sleep, you bum."
"With pleasure. Take a naked selfie though. I need some sort of compensation for waking up so early," Changmin mumbled, his eyes already closed, and burrowed in his soft comforter.
Yunho laughed over the line, and it made Changmin smile and feel ridiculously warm. "Sure, anything for you babe."
"I hope that's not sarcasm," Changmin murmured, and then yawned.
"Never," Yunho said, sounding suspiciously sarcastic and amused. "Go to sleep."
Changmin didn't have the energy to argue though. He fell asleep.
***
Honestly, he should've been happy that there were no classes, but by the time the 20th of January rolled around, Changmin was ready to tear his hair out from sheer boredom. As much fun as it was to sleep and eat and play video games all day, there was a limit as to how much one could do those three things before becoming bored to tears, and Changmin had crossed that limit long ago.
And maybe this break was extra bad because now he had an extra reason to look forward to going back to college.
He missed Yunho so badly, missed his kisses and his touch and his way of making Changmin feel so good, that he would gladly have gone back to school a week early if it meant he could see Yunho again, hold him tight and kiss him till he was drunk.
He wasn't the only one suffering either, he was pleased to note.
Four days before Changmin was set to go back to school, he received a text message while in the middle of packing his newly bought textbooks safely away.
Received from Man Candy 4:24 PM
:(
Slightly alarmed, Changmin quickly put his books down on his bed and turned his attention to his phone.
Sent to Man Candy 4:25 PM
Are you okay?
Received from Man Candy 4:25 PM
i need a fucking cigarette ><
Sent to Man Candy 4:26 PM
Why? What's wrong?
Received from Man Candy 4:27 PM
EVERYTHING IS WRONG CHANGMINNIE
Changmin rolled his eyes; not an emergency, then.
Sent to Man Candy 4:27 PM
What's specifically wrong
There was a long pause between texts, and then:
Received from Man Candy 4:31 PM
i really fucking miss you :(
Changmin stilled, not quite believing what he was seeing. He read it a few more times, eyes hungrily taking the words in, before thinking to reply.
...What, exactly? What was he supposed to say to that?
Sent to Man Candy 4:34 PM
That is...actually really cute
Received from Man Candy 4:35 PM
dont tease me changminnie im practically in a depression this is serious
Sent to Man Candy 4:35 PM
Which makes it even cuter. I miss you too! It's only a few more days, hang in there :)
Received from Man Candy 4:36 PM
but i want to see u NOW
Changmin laughed, a warm feeling spreading through him.
Sent to Man Candy 4:36 PM
Tough shit
Received from Man Candy 4:37 PM
CHANGMINNIE!!! >:(((
Changmin laughed even harder. His cute boyfriend was so easy to tease.
Received from Man Candy 4:38 PM
UR the one who's coming later than me!! i'll be there two whole days before u!
Sent to Man Candy 4:39 PM
Well it's not my fault my mom just loves me more than yours loves you. She won't let me leave early
Received from Man Candy 4:40 PM
exCUSE u my mom adores me
Yunho continued to argue like a child, insisting his mother loved him more and demanding to know why Changmin couldn't just come earlier.
Little did he know Changmin was actually going to be there before Yunho. He thought it better to just watch his boyfriend suffer, and if he took some pleasure in it, well, who was to know?
Four days later, Changmin was all set to go. His parents and sisters all helped him carry out his boxes to his car, and when they were done Changmin hugged them one by one. His mother was a bit teary, and hugged Changmin for a long time before she released him, but not before Changmin kissed her cheek. His father hugged him briefly but tightly, which made his throat close up a little, and his sisters looked a little too cheerful, but they sent him off with kisses and dramatic weeping. Changmin rolled his eyes at them and then ruffled their hair just for the fun of it. Predictably, they stopped joking around and immediately began whining while trying to fix their hair. Changmin may or may not have felt smug about it.
He kept glancing in the rear view mirror until they were out of sight, throat still too tight. It'd be months before he saw them again.
The drive wasn't very long or require much of his attention, so Changmin cast about for happy thoughts, coming up inevitably with Yunho. It was easier driving away from his parents then.
When he got to the apartment, Kyuhyun hadn't arrived yet, so Changmin moved his boxes in himself, unpacking the essentials and leaving the rest until he had aired the apartment. He opened all the windows, even though it was cold, to let the air circulate a bit and get rid of that musty, unused smell that permeated their apartment over winter break.
He put away the kimchi and other foods his mother had cooked for him in the fridge, and then filled up the cabinets with ramen packs and cereal and snack.
When it got too cold, he closed the windows and turned on the heat, and then set about dusting the furniture and closets in the living room, kitchen, and then his own room. In a fit of altruism, he even dusted Kyuhyun's room, wiping the dirt from his desk and vacuuming the carpet. He put away the rest of his things while waiting for his quick packs of ramen to finish cooking.
With nothing else to do, he got comfortable in front of the TV with his ramen and flipped through channels, eventually settling on a documentary on Star Wars. After a while the sci-fi babble about spaceships mechanics began to hurt his brain so he gave up and got ready for bed. Yunho had wanted to Skype with him, but Changmin had to say no, for obvious reasons, making a vague family-related excuse. Instead, he texted him good night. He was going to surprise Yunho tomorrow.
Kyuhyun arrived the next day around noon, and Changmin went down to help him bring his things upstairs. They hugged and exchanged a few customary insults, and soon Changmin was helping him with the unpacking. Kyuhyun had been considerably cheered when he discovered Changmin had cleaned his room for him too.
"Thanks, Chwangs!" he said, clapping him on the shoulder.
They hung out until Changmin got a text from Yunho in the evening, telling him he and Donghae had arrived on campus and that Changmin had better get his cute ass to college ASAP.
Bundling up for the cold in his wool coat, Changmin and Kyuhyun both trudged over to Yunho's dorm. Changmin had never been there before, though, so Kyuhyun had to lead him to the senior dorms.
The senior dorms were considerably nicer than the crappy buildings he had seen around campus. The underclassmen dorms weren't that nice, which always made Changmin thankful he lived off campus. Instead of being just box shaped buildings like the rest, the senior dorms had three levels and slanted roofs. The hallways connecting different sections of dorms were made of glass. Yellow lights lined the hallways, casting warm glows on the sidewalks outside and making the snow on them sparkle like a million brilliant diamonds. It all looked very cozy.
Kyuhyun had texted Donghae beforehand to let him know they were coming and to not tell Yunho. Donghae was waiting for them at the entrance, and they all exchanged quick hugs and hushed greetings before Donghae sneaked them past the dozing guards. Once safely inside, he led them to the elevators and up to the third floor, chatting about their respective vacations the entire time.
Donghae shushed the both of them when they entered the dorm, which was more like a suite, really. The senior dorms had a small living room with a good size kitchenette, two rooms, and a bathroom. Much better than the holes poor Minho and the other freshmen were living in.
Donghae pointed to the room on the left, from which could be heard the sounds of shuffling, and whispered cheerfully, "Have fun. We know not to expect you for several hours." Changmin gave him a dirty look and gave Kyuhyun, who was laughing silently at him, the finger and then walked cautiously towards the room. Poking his head in, he saw that Yunho's back was to the door. He was unpacking toiletries from a box on the bed and humming under his breath. Changmin took a moment to eye Yunho up and down, delighted to note he was wearing a black, tight shirt that outlined his shifting back muscles very nicely, and well fitted jeans that cupped his ass just as well.
Just the sight of Yunho's back made Changmin feel an embarrassing amount of affection rush through him. Warmth spread through him like ink in water, and the emotions suddenly had his throat clogging up again.
"Donghae I told you not to invite anyone yet!" Yunho called without turning around, sounding very annoyed. God, how he had missed hearing that voice without the barrier of a phone line.
Changmin swallowed his emotions, telling himself to get a grip, and then said cheekily, "Not even me?"
Yunho dropped the deodorant he had been holding and whipped around, and when he saw Changmin, his eyes widened. "Changmin!" He sounded disbelieving.
His reaction pleased Changmin like nothing. "Surprise," he said, grinning and waving his hands a little for effect.
Yunho stared for a moment longer, and then practically leapt across the room, pushing him back and against the door, which had snapped shut from the force of Yunho's advance. His arms wrapped tightly around Changmin, and before he knew it, slightly cold lips were pressing frantically against his own.
Changmin wound his arms around Yunho's neck and kissed back just as desperately, drinking in the warmth and the softness of Yunho's lips, feeling the blood pounding in his ears as everything seemed to click into place, and he was right where he belonged, trapped in Yunho's arms with his mouth over pouty lips. Yunho had him pressed against the door, arms not giving an inch away, and Changmin could feel the press of his hard thighs and soft tummy and chest. "Changmin, Changmin, fuck, I can't believe- oh God I missed you so much, don't you ever fucking leave again," Yunho breathed into his mouth, not moving away.
Changmin smiled into the kiss, which was more like an attack really, and slid his hands into Yunho's hair. "I won't," he promised, capturing Yunho's bottom lip between both of his and sucking it, before nibbling and then licking it.
Yunho shuddered and moaned, his hands gripping the back of his shirt into fists.
Changmin gave him a final nip and pulled back, and then grinned at the dazed look on Yunho's face. "Welcome back," he said cheerfully.
Yunho didn't respond right away, looking rather out of it.
"Did I break your brain?" Changmin said, amused and maybe a bit flattered.
Yunho snapped out of his daze, and focused on Changmin's eyes, and smiled the sweetest smile before leaning in to kiss him more slowly and thoroughly, like he was savoring Changmin's lips.
"Yeah, you did," he whispered. He unwrapped one arm from Changmin's waist and slipped it inside his coat, stroking his side. "I thought you were coming the day after tomorrow. What are you doing here?"
"I was only joking. I came yesterday," Changmin said smugly. "I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, I'm surprised," Yunho said, smiling and leaning in to nuzzle Changmin's jaw. "I thought the next two days were going to be torture. You have no idea how glad I am that you're here."
Changmin smiled a bit stupidly at that, feeling so happy he thought he must look like a lunatic.
"You're right, I have no idea. Why don't you show me?" he purred, rolling his hips pointedly.
Yunho grinned in response. "Gladly," he said, sliding Changmin's coat over his shoulders and letting it fall in a heap on the floor before pulling him to the bed.
And he did. Several times.
***
After Yunho was done showing him how happy he was to see him, and neither of them had much energy left as a result of his enthusiastic demonstrations, Changmin propped himself up on his elbows with one of Yunho's legs and arms slung over him and looked around Yunho's room.
Yunho's room was slightly smaller than his own, and very, very different. Where Changmin's was neat and organized, not a thing out of place, Yunho's was extremely messy. It could've been because Yunho was still unpacking, but Changmin had a feeling it was always in a constant state of disarray.
Books and binders were piled haphazardly on the desk in front of the door, along with unopened packs of lined paper and various writing supplies and highlighters. A box of haphazardly folded clothes lay open near the closet, which was half full of clothes on hangers. In front of the closet was a chest, one drawer open with a shirt hanging out of it. A nightstand stood between the chest and the bed, it too full of clutter, with the desk at the foot of the bed and to the right of it, leaving a small area in front of the window free of clutter. On the floor next to the bed was the box of toiletries they had hurriedly shoved off the bed in their haste, and as a result was upside down with its contents scattered around it.
Overall, it looked as though Yunho had tried to unpack one box, got distracted by something else, and moved onto another box. As a result, none of the boxes were fully unpacked.
Looking at the mess, Changmin couldn't stop a fond smile from making its way to his lips.
"Hey," Yunho said, nudging him. Changmin looked down at him. "Why are you smiling?"
"You're a very messy person," he said, the fondness plain in his voice.
Something flit across Yunho's eyes, something that made the light in his eyes die a little, and then he swallowed and glanced behind him at his room. "I'm still in the middle of unpacking," he said indignantly, but with forced casualness.
Changmin noticed it though. And he wasn't sure it was worth mentioning, so he let it slide. "My room didn't look like this when I was unpacking," he said teasingly, hoping to bring back that laughter in his eyes.
He was relieved to see it worked. Yunho rolled his eyes but smiled. "Whatever." He sat up then, turning to survey his room and scrubbing his hair, and said, "I should finish unpacking this." He looked at Changmin hopefully, the request obvious in his puppy eyes and pursed lips.
Changmin couldn't resist, so he laughed and said, "Yeah, yeah, I'll help you, you can stop looking like that now."
Yunho grinned, wide and brilliant, and leaned over to kiss him loudly. Changmin kissed back for a moment and then pulled back, something glinting having caught his eye. He reached over Yunho to have a closer look at his night stand.
A silver frame. Picking it up and leaning back, he looked at the picture of the two of them smiling brilliantly at the camera with their arms around each other.
Yunho looked with him. "I was gonna tell you, I think you should take it to your apartment."
Changmin looked at him, a little hurt. "Why? You don't want it here?"
"Oh of course I do," Yunho hastened to say. "It's just that we spend most of our time there, so no one's gonna see it here much."
Changmin searched his face, wondering whether he was lying or not, but he seemed sincere enough.
“Okay then. I'll take it with me." He put the frame back down to take with him later and looked around the room. "You’re a terrible host. Aren’t you going to show me around?”
At that, Yunho unexpectedly brightened. “Forget that! I wanna show you something. Come on, get dressed,” he said, hopping off the bed and pulling Changmin with him. His excitement was palpable, Changmin was amused to see.
Slipping back into his shirt and jeans, Changmin stood waiting for Yunho, but was surprised to see him reaching for his coat. Yunho caught Changmin’s questioning look and explained, “We’re going outside, you’ll need your coat.”
So Changmin put his coat on, all the while curious about where they were going. But to his utter bafflement, Yunho moved to his window and opened it all the way. A chilly breeze swept in, making both of them shiver, as Yunho held out a hand for Changmin to take.
Changmin looked at him doubtfully. “You’re not going to push me out the window and kill me, are you?” he asked, moving to take his hand anyway. Yunho laced their fingers together and tugged, rolling his eyes, before moving closer to the window and seeming to inspect whatever was out there.
“Of course not, that would be a terrible waste of fucks,” he said absently. Changmin knew he was joking, and he wasn't really offended, but he still smacked Yunho's head. "Ow! What’d you do that for?” he said, scowling and rubbing his head.
“That was rude!” Changmin said, scowling right back.
Yunho grinned sheepishly. “Heh,” he chuckled, pulling Changmin flush against his side and kissing his cheek. “You know I’m only joking.”
Changmin, slightly mollified by this, grumbled quietly anyway. “Where are we going? Do you regularly jump out your window?” he questioned him. "Only I'm slightly concerned for your mental wellbeing."
But Yunho just flapped a hand at him. “Quiet you. I’m going to show you my favorite spot. Just follow me,” he said, and swung one foot over the ledge. Alarmed, Changmin tried to pull him back, but Yunho, laughing, pulled Changmin near. “Don’t worry, you scaredy cat, I’m not gonna fall to my death. Look.” Still not at ease, Changmin edged closer and looked down.
To his surprise, he did not see the ground. Instead, there was a square area of roof, almost completely flat. That area was about big enough to fit three people side by side. Two edges of the area ended as dropoffs to the ground, while one was against Yunho’s window. The last edge wasn’t an edge, but connected to the rest of the roof top. The roof sloped up that way, although not by much, from what Changmin could see.
Yunho swung his other foot over, and then stood on the roof. “See? It’s completely safe,” he said encouragingly, jumping slightly in place.
Dubiously, Changmin inspected the square area a little closer. After finding no broken tiles and the like, Changmin cautiously went out the window too, clutching both of Yunho's hands. The tiles didn’t suddenly break under his feet, so that was a good thing. From out here, he could see the edge of the roof, and the ground below, which made him cling a little to Yunho. Three floors hadn't seemed so high up before, but now it was making him slightly nauseous. “Why do you have to come out here? Why can’t your favorite spot be somewhere normal?” he complained, fingers tightly gripping Yunho’s coat.
“Because then there would be other people around, and where’s the fun in that?” Yunho said, clearly amused. Changmin was glad he didn’t comment on his clinging. “But this isn’t even it! Come on, it’s up higher.”
“Higher?” Changmin squeaked.
Yunho laughed and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
And with that, Yunho gently extracted himself from Changmin’s grip but didn’t let go of his hand, and turned to climb up even higher, leading Changmin and talking softly the entire way. “Here, hold on to that wall right there, there’s little nooks for your fingers, yeah right there. Don’t worry, I got you. Now here, come this way, it’s easier, move your hand up as we go. Good, we’re almost there, don’t be scared.”
Focusing on Yunho’s voice, he tried not to worry about slipping and subsequently falling to his death, and clutched the nooks Yunho pointed out to him. Slowly, they made their way up the slanted part of the roof. The roof proper wasn't really that far away, but it had taken forever because Changmin had been moving so slowly. Yunho didn’t complain though.
Once they were fully on top of the building, Changmin looked around. It actually wasn’t as scary as Changmin had thought it would be. The roof was huge, as it should have been. It didn’t slant very much, but it was enough to prevent someone of Yunho and Changmin’s heights from standing straight up. Instead, they had to sort of crawl to where Yunho led them.
One side of the roof was a bit brighter, dropping off towards the front, where other students could be seen milling around on the ground in little clusters, the quiet murmurs of their conversations floating up. The back side was darker, where the lights from the front of the building couldn't reach as well.
Sitting down close to the spine of the roof, Yunho took his hand again and pulled him snug up against himself, an arm around his waist. “So,” Yunho said brightly, looking around, “this is my kingdom!”
Changmin rolled his eyes, feeling better. He took in a deep breath, the cold, crisp air curling in his lungs and running exhilaration through him as he let it out. “Cute. It’s actually not very scary.”
Yunho smiled brilliantly and took Changmin’s right hand in his, thumb stroking his knuckles. “No, it’s really nice up here. No one knows about this spot, so I have it all to myself. Not even Donghae. Well, now you know, but no one else.”
Changmin looked at him. “No one knows?”
“Nope.”
Well, that was oddly touching.
“It’s where I come when I need to get away and just...think. I feel better up here.”
“I guess I can see why.” It really was very peaceful up on the roof. The air was cleaner, somehow, more delicious.
"So," he said, turning back to him. "How have you been? Your withdrawal?"
Yunho rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty hard," he said, laughing. "But I think it'll be fine now."
Changmin wondered why it would be easier now. Maybe because it had been a while and Yunho could handle it better? He observed him for a moment, taking in the bags under his eyes, running his hand lightly over his scruffy jaw and thin face. Too thin.
"Did you lose weight? After Christmas?"
"Yeah, despite all of my mom's best efforts," he said, laughing again, but it worried Changmin a bit.
"Why? You haven't been skipping meals, have you?"
"I think it's just another effect of withdrawal," he said gently. "Loss of appetite and all that."
Changmin cocked his head to the side. "I thought there's supposed to be an increase of appetite when you're going through withdrawal?"
"Er, it's not the same for everyone right?"
Something seemed not quite right. Yunho looked almost...shifty. Changmin accepted his explanation reluctantly, deciding not to pursue it. Maybe it really wasn't anything to worry about. "I guess so," he conceded. "Will you be taking your rain checks for kisses now?" he asked teasingly.
Yunho brightened. "Hell yeah!" he said, and then leaned in to claim Changmin's lips enthusiastically.
They stayed up there for a while, doing nothing but talking quietly and kissing and touching, just basking in the other’s presence. Changmin felt a small swoop in his stomach every time he realized that yes, he was with Yunho again after so long, and they wouldn’t have to worry about the other leaving for a long time.
He felt a little like he was home.
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