[unfinished]Doppleganger min.
Title: Untitled
Pairing: MinxMax Changmin Doppleganger, MinSu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, smut
A/N: I've written more to this, but posting just the smex part lol.
"You're sexually frustrated."
Changmin doesn't bother looking up, hating that voice, his voice at this moment and tries to focus on something else.
"You're not going to take care of it? I mean, I know I'm only a student but you do have a girlfriend right? Or wait. I wonder. Maybe you're the same as me in that way too. A boyfriend perhaps?"
Changmin looks up, startled. This is way too surreal for him and he can only gape, stupidly.
"You're a pop idol. There is no way that nobody finds you attractive in some form or another. And, on a more stronger argument, if I can find someone then--"
"You have someone?!"
He raises his eyebrow again and Changmin feels incredibly jealous. Irrationally so.
"Yes. In fact. And judging by my observations--well. Perhaps I should not mention these things. Seems like it might mess up some time space continuum. Who knows."
"Wait, what do you mean? Who is your boyfriend anyway?"
But here, he's surprisingly tight-lipped and Changmin feels even more frustrated. He gives up and decides a shower is in order. Stripping quickly, he wraps a towel around himself to feel a pair of eyes staring at him.
"What," he barks, not really in the mood for pleasantries at the moment.
Changmin's surprised to see himself blush, open his mouth, close it, and then open again before words finally come out.
"N-nothing. It would also make sense that our physiques would be accordingly matched to what we do, and your life is based more on outer qualities than mine is."
Which is his way of saying that Changmin is also attractive, for Changmin knows himself too well to be easily swayed by roundabout phrasings.
Maybe it's because of all his pent-up frustrations, maybe it's his natural curiosity, but Changmin goes over, locks the door, and approaches him.
Rather, himself.
"You think I'm hot." Changmin grins, feeling oddly smug, like he's finally turning the tables.
The face he's met with is an ill disguised look of affront, trying desperately to cover the look of embarrassment and lust. Changmin doesn't miss the furtive glances to his bare chest.
"No, merely stating some observations. In either case, is it that surprising for someone to be at least slightly narcissistic--"
Changmin shuts himself up. It's strange, kissing onself, it's an odd sort of taboo, and yet, whether because it's him or because it should be so wrong, he feels an illicit sense of pleasure, sinful and hot. His towel gets lost as he pushes them towards the bed and he straddles, completely naked over his clothed self. His cock juts out, proud and hard and he likes that look of guilt and want and red cheeks warring against himself. It's like innocence being tinged with erotic and he wonders if he could look like that, if he has any of that left after living in this soul sucking industry for so long.
Tentative touches on his hips remind him to focus and he leans down to kiss himself again. He likes this. It's wrong perhaps, but there's something so familiar and so comforting that he can't help but drown, bury himself in it.
Changmin admits that this might not have been the self-loving that he was told to do when he was younger (he tended to and still is, quite hard on himself), but something inside breaks and he needs it.
Himself.
How odd. When he thought he had all of him.
~~~~
"It's Yunho, isn't it?" Changmin asks the morning after.
"What?"
"Yunho's your boyfriend back there. Right?"
Max sighs a little as he turns on his back, avoiding Changmin's eyes and staring at the ceiling.
"Not exactly. Yoochun..." Max bites his lip and pauses before continuing. "Yoochun was my boyfriend. Yunho is a childhood friend of his who's always been really. Just really really nice, too nice, damn him. Just." Tears are pooling and Changmin feels incredibly guilty but also disturbed. He's never been the type to even remotely consider any kind of infidelity, but maybe...
"Yoochun was in a car accident. I wanted him to come home as soon as he could, I was being selfish, telling him to hurry because I missed him and it was my birthday and just." Max suddenly flops himself over to bury his head in the pillow, silent sobs wracking his body as Changmin just lies there, unsure of what to do.
There are moments when he likes to be alone, to have it be private. But sometimes, he needs those tight hugs from his hyungs, those physical touches to let him know that he's not alone, that he's not just an insignificant speck of the universe that will eventually fade and die.
He gently places his fingers on his shoulders, allowing plenty of time and room for him to turn away but he keeps shaking and Changmin goes closer before embracing him in a tight hug. He doesn't know why, but he finds himself singing, his favorite lullaby that his mother used to sing, simple, soothing.
He isn't surprised to find himself crying.
Pairing: MinxMax Changmin Doppleganger, MinSu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, smut
A/N: I've written more to this, but posting just the smex part lol.
"You're sexually frustrated."
Changmin doesn't bother looking up, hating that voice, his voice at this moment and tries to focus on something else.
"You're not going to take care of it? I mean, I know I'm only a student but you do have a girlfriend right? Or wait. I wonder. Maybe you're the same as me in that way too. A boyfriend perhaps?"
Changmin looks up, startled. This is way too surreal for him and he can only gape, stupidly.
"You're a pop idol. There is no way that nobody finds you attractive in some form or another. And, on a more stronger argument, if I can find someone then--"
"You have someone?!"
He raises his eyebrow again and Changmin feels incredibly jealous. Irrationally so.
"Yes. In fact. And judging by my observations--well. Perhaps I should not mention these things. Seems like it might mess up some time space continuum. Who knows."
"Wait, what do you mean? Who is your boyfriend anyway?"
But here, he's surprisingly tight-lipped and Changmin feels even more frustrated. He gives up and decides a shower is in order. Stripping quickly, he wraps a towel around himself to feel a pair of eyes staring at him.
"What," he barks, not really in the mood for pleasantries at the moment.
Changmin's surprised to see himself blush, open his mouth, close it, and then open again before words finally come out.
"N-nothing. It would also make sense that our physiques would be accordingly matched to what we do, and your life is based more on outer qualities than mine is."
Which is his way of saying that Changmin is also attractive, for Changmin knows himself too well to be easily swayed by roundabout phrasings.
Maybe it's because of all his pent-up frustrations, maybe it's his natural curiosity, but Changmin goes over, locks the door, and approaches him.
Rather, himself.
"You think I'm hot." Changmin grins, feeling oddly smug, like he's finally turning the tables.
The face he's met with is an ill disguised look of affront, trying desperately to cover the look of embarrassment and lust. Changmin doesn't miss the furtive glances to his bare chest.
"No, merely stating some observations. In either case, is it that surprising for someone to be at least slightly narcissistic--"
Changmin shuts himself up. It's strange, kissing onself, it's an odd sort of taboo, and yet, whether because it's him or because it should be so wrong, he feels an illicit sense of pleasure, sinful and hot. His towel gets lost as he pushes them towards the bed and he straddles, completely naked over his clothed self. His cock juts out, proud and hard and he likes that look of guilt and want and red cheeks warring against himself. It's like innocence being tinged with erotic and he wonders if he could look like that, if he has any of that left after living in this soul sucking industry for so long.
Tentative touches on his hips remind him to focus and he leans down to kiss himself again. He likes this. It's wrong perhaps, but there's something so familiar and so comforting that he can't help but drown, bury himself in it.
Changmin admits that this might not have been the self-loving that he was told to do when he was younger (he tended to and still is, quite hard on himself), but something inside breaks and he needs it.
Himself.
How odd. When he thought he had all of him.
~~~~
"It's Yunho, isn't it?" Changmin asks the morning after.
"What?"
"Yunho's your boyfriend back there. Right?"
Max sighs a little as he turns on his back, avoiding Changmin's eyes and staring at the ceiling.
"Not exactly. Yoochun..." Max bites his lip and pauses before continuing. "Yoochun was my boyfriend. Yunho is a childhood friend of his who's always been really. Just really really nice, too nice, damn him. Just." Tears are pooling and Changmin feels incredibly guilty but also disturbed. He's never been the type to even remotely consider any kind of infidelity, but maybe...
"Yoochun was in a car accident. I wanted him to come home as soon as he could, I was being selfish, telling him to hurry because I missed him and it was my birthday and just." Max suddenly flops himself over to bury his head in the pillow, silent sobs wracking his body as Changmin just lies there, unsure of what to do.
There are moments when he likes to be alone, to have it be private. But sometimes, he needs those tight hugs from his hyungs, those physical touches to let him know that he's not alone, that he's not just an insignificant speck of the universe that will eventually fade and die.
He gently places his fingers on his shoulders, allowing plenty of time and room for him to turn away but he keeps shaking and Changmin goes closer before embracing him in a tight hug. He doesn't know why, but he finds himself singing, his favorite lullaby that his mother used to sing, simple, soothing.
He isn't surprised to find himself crying.