[fic] Love Bye Love (Yoochun Perspective)
T: Love Bye Love (Yoochun perspective)
P: Yoomin (because goddammit the world needs more)
R: PG
A/N: I honestly didn't think that I'd finish this. Clearly, I'm retarded.
Being hurt again by the love you have given me,
The grevious pain, a wanderer who wears an achromatic color,
The loser in the tears that could not be embraced,
Let’s not ever experience a love like this
Yoochun felt the familiar body sit next to him on the piano bench. "What are you writing?" His hands slipped, causing both men to cringe at the dissonant notes filling the room.
"Nothing." Yoochun reached for his notebook, but he was too slow and could only watch as the other man's eyes drifted down the page.
"Don't lie to me. It's nice." Snapping the notebook shut, Changmin carefully placed it back on the piano. "Who's it about?" The silence only pushed the younger man to continue on. "Is it about your brother?"
"What? No."
Changmin laughed, "Is it about me?" Yoochun sighed and shook his head. "Then... Yunho." Changmin sounded completely sure of himself.
Until, of course, he looked over and saw Yoochun covering his face with his hands. "Quit sniffing glue," Yoochun said, his voice muffled. "It's bad for your health. And it makes you talk crazy."
"Junsu?"
"I think you didn't bother to register the fact that it was about a woman."
"Oh!" Changmin paused, "Jaejoo--" He couldn't finish the name and could only curse under his breath as the heavy notebook met with the back of his head.
Yoochun was laughing, but he knew it sounded fake.
"Don't look so sad, hyung." It was uncharacteristic of Changmin to be this affectionate in private, but Yoochun wasn't going to push away the hand that rested on his shoulder. Or the embrace that he more than welcomed. Or the lips pressing gentle kisses against his neck.
By all rights, Yoochun should have pushed the other man away, but a quiet moan was all that escaped his lips when he went to speak.
"Chang--," Yoochun's voice stopped suddenly as he looked down at the exact same moment as Changmin looked up at him. They were kissing. They were kissing.
The moment their lips met caused Yoochun to freeze. Changmin was saying something, but he couldn't hear it over the buzzing in his ears and the realization of what was really happening. Changmin gave him one last hard kiss before pulling away. Yoochun didn't move.
"...sorry," Changmin started, shifting his weight away as Yoochun turned to look out the window. Yoochun could hear the other man's breathing change. Was he worried? He shouldn't be, after all...
"It's about you." Yoochun's voice sounded thick as the words hung heavy in the room. The moments that passed felt like hours to him and as he tried to stand, he felt a hand tugging him back onto the bench.
Changmin knew he was lying.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here." Changmin paused before letting out a loud laugh, wrapping an arm loosely around the other man.
"I hate you." Yoochun wanted more than anything to fight back the tears stinging at his eyes, but it was an epic battle that he always lost. That wasn't what he meant.
"I love you too, hyung," Changmin laughed again, wiping away the tears that had finally started to fall.
P: Yoomin (because goddammit the world needs more)
R: PG
A/N: I honestly didn't think that I'd finish this. Clearly, I'm retarded.
Being hurt again by the love you have given me,
The grevious pain, a wanderer who wears an achromatic color,
The loser in the tears that could not be embraced,
Let’s not ever experience a love like this
Yoochun felt the familiar body sit next to him on the piano bench. "What are you writing?" His hands slipped, causing both men to cringe at the dissonant notes filling the room.
"Nothing." Yoochun reached for his notebook, but he was too slow and could only watch as the other man's eyes drifted down the page.
"Don't lie to me. It's nice." Snapping the notebook shut, Changmin carefully placed it back on the piano. "Who's it about?" The silence only pushed the younger man to continue on. "Is it about your brother?"
"What? No."
Changmin laughed, "Is it about me?" Yoochun sighed and shook his head. "Then... Yunho." Changmin sounded completely sure of himself.
Until, of course, he looked over and saw Yoochun covering his face with his hands. "Quit sniffing glue," Yoochun said, his voice muffled. "It's bad for your health. And it makes you talk crazy."
"Junsu?"
"I think you didn't bother to register the fact that it was about a woman."
"Oh!" Changmin paused, "Jaejoo--" He couldn't finish the name and could only curse under his breath as the heavy notebook met with the back of his head.
Yoochun was laughing, but he knew it sounded fake.
"Don't look so sad, hyung." It was uncharacteristic of Changmin to be this affectionate in private, but Yoochun wasn't going to push away the hand that rested on his shoulder. Or the embrace that he more than welcomed. Or the lips pressing gentle kisses against his neck.
By all rights, Yoochun should have pushed the other man away, but a quiet moan was all that escaped his lips when he went to speak.
"Chang--," Yoochun's voice stopped suddenly as he looked down at the exact same moment as Changmin looked up at him. They were kissing. They were kissing.
The moment their lips met caused Yoochun to freeze. Changmin was saying something, but he couldn't hear it over the buzzing in his ears and the realization of what was really happening. Changmin gave him one last hard kiss before pulling away. Yoochun didn't move.
"...sorry," Changmin started, shifting his weight away as Yoochun turned to look out the window. Yoochun could hear the other man's breathing change. Was he worried? He shouldn't be, after all...
"It's about you." Yoochun's voice sounded thick as the words hung heavy in the room. The moments that passed felt like hours to him and as he tried to stand, he felt a hand tugging him back onto the bench.
Changmin knew he was lying.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here." Changmin paused before letting out a loud laugh, wrapping an arm loosely around the other man.
"I hate you." Yoochun wanted more than anything to fight back the tears stinging at his eyes, but it was an epic battle that he always lost. That wasn't what he meant.
"I love you too, hyung," Changmin laughed again, wiping away the tears that had finally started to fall.