just tell me one thing.
(look at me), he tells him when he’s got him backed up against a cold metal wall. (fuck off, and let go).
(it’s my turn now, bitch).
changmin grabs yoochun’s chin and turns it. he licks the shell of his left ear and yoochun feels a cool breeze between his legs. changmin’s hand is jammed down his pants and yoochun pulls away in a flurry of harsh breaths.
(why do you torment me so?), yoochun doesn’t know what to do anymore. he backs up from the wall, but changmin’s wrist extents out and pulls him back to the cold wall and places a burning, red hickey on his neck; (you’re mine and I want everyone to know it).
(i just want to know one thing). yoochun asks whilst hiding his face in changmin’s chest. (oh, and what’s that slut?) changmin runs his hand through yoochun’s hair and grabs a lock or two. he pulls yoochun up by the locks of uneven hair, and stares him straight in the eye.
(tell me you love me, it’s all I want to hear, it’s all I need to know, it’s all I need to live). yoochun’s already started the water works and changmin can’t help but gag slightly.
(fine, I love you). he lets go of his grip and allows yoochun’s body to fall to the floor in a crumple of held-back tears. (you don’t even mean it). changmin smirks and places his hand on the doorknob, (of course not).
he pulls out a red envelop from his back pocket and holds it up for yoochun to see, between his right index finger and his right middle finger. (you’re coming with me, right? It would be such a shame to miss it, I mean; they did go to the trouble of sending us an invitation).
changmin grins and closes the door, he could still hear yoochun’s breath. yoochun stood up and walked over to the red envelop, he ripped it apart and dropped his knees to the floor, (there is no ‘us’).
yoochun shot up from his bed, he lo0oked out the window and could hear the birds whistling along to the tune of honking cars. (changmin?!).
changmin ran into the bedroom from the bathroom, the gel still freshly applied to his hair. (what’s wrong? did something happen?)
yoochun turned his head to the right, then to the left, just a nightmare.
(nothing, just a nightmare). changmin smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead, (don’t worry, you have me). yoochun’s heart felt lighter to the touch and he got up from the bed. walking over to the table to get his keys, he saw it; the red envelop.
(there is no ‘us’). yoochun turned around and saw changmin, a fucking grin on his face.