Chang - the drama - Min
Title: Chang -the drama - Min.
Author: ChevyPortia.
Genre: Fluff.
Pairing(s): ChangKi.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: Never leave ChangMin alone at home.
A/N: I was bored and I wanted some ChangMinxKiBum, I provided myself. Forget about the title. I'm a little cranky today.
KiBum was walking down the hallway to his and ChangMin's apartment, holding a bag containing Chinese food, which he had picked up on the way home from work mostly because ChangMin made him.
ChangMin had a day off while KiBum had to work the entire day. But he just had to make the other worry by leaving empty messages to KiBum's cell and the latter had to call him back, every single hour, just to say he was 'sick'. Now, not many people know this, but ChangMin can be quite a drama queen. All he had was a slight fever, very slight - just a tad .1 degree higher than normal temperature - and an almost non existent cough.
But, in ChangMin's own words, he was practically dying.
"I never get sick, Bummie! But will you please tell JaeJoong hyung that I'm sorry I ate his sandwich the other day and tell YooChun-hyung I'm sorry for not going out for drinks with him! And tell YunHo-hyung that I cheated the last time we played poker at his place! Tell JunSu-hyung -" ChangMin had been abruptly cut off by a pillow thrown to his face. There was only so much KiBum could take.
And so from there, KiBum had to go out - with his and ChangMin's manager - and get enough medicine bubblegum flavour, requested by the great ChangMin himself, make him enough chicken soup to last the day and probably enough to have for dinner - more like a week supply considering ChangMin's appetite wouldn't die down so quick even when he's 'sick' - and make his bed as comfortable as he possibly can, with three gallons of water nearby; and he had to do all this all within an hour since his shoot was starting at nine.
"Ow, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?"
With a quick turn of his key, KiBum opened the door and stepped in. ChangMin was cursing, just not that loud. He closed the door and placed the food on the kitchen counter, depositing his coat and keys nearby.
KiBum followed the loud curses to the bathroom and was about to try the knob when he heard the doorhandle was being turned and watched the door open, coming face to face with his lover.
He was checking his face, neck really it was all okay, except when his eyes reached his chest, the incredibly smooth chest, though it was sort of, wow......but it was really red.
"What were you doing?" KiBum asked, raising eyebrow questioningly at the shining chest.
"Nothing" ChangMin said, a little too quickly, pulling his sweatshirt he was holding in his hand over his head. "Where's the food?"
KiBum was wearing an amused expression, and followed his younger but taller lover to the kitchen, a chopstick already in hand, readily to down his precious lo-mien.
"ChangMin, why is your chest so red? And sort of shiny?"
"Bummie, why are you asking a hungry, sick man so many questions?" ChangMin quipped back, rummaging through the bag on the kitchen top and pulling out his noodles.
"Well, is not everyday to hear your boyfriend shouting 'FUCK' louder than he does when you....fuck him" KiBum simple answered but it was enough to make ChangMin blushed.
"I didn't scream that loud" ChangMin murmured, stuffing his face with lo-mien.
"Care to explain why were you screaming just now?"
"Well, if you are going to pry..." ChangMin paused, stuffing more noodles into his mouth. "Iwaswaxingmychest"
It took KiBum a second to catch the last part, but when he did, he started laughing....okay, maybe more like snickering. "Why?"
"Your medicine got me cranky" ChangMin mumbled as a reply, looking down at his food.
"My medicine?" KiBum asked, wearing a combination of a smirk and a grin. "How much did you take?"
ChangMin stayed quiet before he stood up, walking to the bedroom just to return seconds later holding an empty bottle. KiBum stared at the bottle with almost an amazed expression.
"All of it?" KiBum asked, looking up at ChangMin. The latter sat down next to KiBum and smiled innocently. "Why?"
"I was coughing, right? So I took some, like you told me to, but that made my throat all.....itchy and I started coughing again, so I took some more and then the next thing I fell asleep"
"ChangMin" KiBum laughed, leaning back in his chair.
"But when I woke up a couple of hours later, I started to cough again, so I took some more but the same thing happened so I took another dose. Then I got hungry, I had some soup and watched some TV and then I lost the track of time and skipped a dose, so I was like took four more"
"Yah! ChangMin, I said every six hours, not six minutes!"
"And then I went into the bathroom when I saw my chest...and it was annoying....so I tried shaving it, but that was too hard, so I got manager hyung to get me something and he bought me some wax.....the hair was bugging me, you know?"
"No, I don't" KiBum laughed, shaking his head.
"Shut up" ChangMin said, glaring at him. KiBum can't stop laughing, it's too funny. Who would have thought the tough, manly man Shim 'ChoiKang' ChangMin....waxing his chest? Not that he has much on his chest compared to the hair he got on his back, still....
"Can I see it?" KiBum asked, right after he regained some of his composure.
Hesitating for a moment, ChangMin took his sweatshirt off. His chest IS very shining, but still red.
"So you actually waxed your chest....because it was bugging you?" KiBum said, exploding into laughter again.
"Shut up" ChangMin muttered before getting up to go to their bedroom, but KiBum pulled him for a kiss. His hands tangled in the short, dark hair. Their previous conversation forgotten - for now.
KiBum kept ChangMin occupied with the heated kiss while he ran his hands down the smooth chest. Smirking, he pulled away from the kiss. "I like your shiny chest"
"Wanna see whether it helps in love making?" ChangMin smiled, wiggling his brows.
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Author: ChevyPortia.
Genre: Fluff.
Pairing(s): ChangKi.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: Never leave ChangMin alone at home.
A/N: I was bored and I wanted some ChangMinxKiBum, I provided myself. Forget about the title. I'm a little cranky today.
KiBum was walking down the hallway to his and ChangMin's apartment, holding a bag containing Chinese food, which he had picked up on the way home from work mostly because ChangMin made him.
ChangMin had a day off while KiBum had to work the entire day. But he just had to make the other worry by leaving empty messages to KiBum's cell and the latter had to call him back, every single hour, just to say he was 'sick'. Now, not many people know this, but ChangMin can be quite a drama queen. All he had was a slight fever, very slight - just a tad .1 degree higher than normal temperature - and an almost non existent cough.
But, in ChangMin's own words, he was practically dying.
"I never get sick, Bummie! But will you please tell JaeJoong hyung that I'm sorry I ate his sandwich the other day and tell YooChun-hyung I'm sorry for not going out for drinks with him! And tell YunHo-hyung that I cheated the last time we played poker at his place! Tell JunSu-hyung -" ChangMin had been abruptly cut off by a pillow thrown to his face. There was only so much KiBum could take.
And so from there, KiBum had to go out - with his and ChangMin's manager - and get enough medicine bubblegum flavour, requested by the great ChangMin himself, make him enough chicken soup to last the day and probably enough to have for dinner - more like a week supply considering ChangMin's appetite wouldn't die down so quick even when he's 'sick' - and make his bed as comfortable as he possibly can, with three gallons of water nearby; and he had to do all this all within an hour since his shoot was starting at nine.
"Ow, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?"
With a quick turn of his key, KiBum opened the door and stepped in. ChangMin was cursing, just not that loud. He closed the door and placed the food on the kitchen counter, depositing his coat and keys nearby.
KiBum followed the loud curses to the bathroom and was about to try the knob when he heard the doorhandle was being turned and watched the door open, coming face to face with his lover.
He was checking his face, neck really it was all okay, except when his eyes reached his chest, the incredibly smooth chest, though it was sort of, wow......but it was really red.
"What were you doing?" KiBum asked, raising eyebrow questioningly at the shining chest.
"Nothing" ChangMin said, a little too quickly, pulling his sweatshirt he was holding in his hand over his head. "Where's the food?"
KiBum was wearing an amused expression, and followed his younger but taller lover to the kitchen, a chopstick already in hand, readily to down his precious lo-mien.
"ChangMin, why is your chest so red? And sort of shiny?"
"Bummie, why are you asking a hungry, sick man so many questions?" ChangMin quipped back, rummaging through the bag on the kitchen top and pulling out his noodles.
"Well, is not everyday to hear your boyfriend shouting 'FUCK' louder than he does when you....fuck him" KiBum simple answered but it was enough to make ChangMin blushed.
"I didn't scream that loud" ChangMin murmured, stuffing his face with lo-mien.
"Care to explain why were you screaming just now?"
"Well, if you are going to pry..." ChangMin paused, stuffing more noodles into his mouth. "Iwaswaxingmychest"
It took KiBum a second to catch the last part, but when he did, he started laughing....okay, maybe more like snickering. "Why?"
"Your medicine got me cranky" ChangMin mumbled as a reply, looking down at his food.
"My medicine?" KiBum asked, wearing a combination of a smirk and a grin. "How much did you take?"
ChangMin stayed quiet before he stood up, walking to the bedroom just to return seconds later holding an empty bottle. KiBum stared at the bottle with almost an amazed expression.
"All of it?" KiBum asked, looking up at ChangMin. The latter sat down next to KiBum and smiled innocently. "Why?"
"I was coughing, right? So I took some, like you told me to, but that made my throat all.....itchy and I started coughing again, so I took some more and then the next thing I fell asleep"
"ChangMin" KiBum laughed, leaning back in his chair.
"But when I woke up a couple of hours later, I started to cough again, so I took some more but the same thing happened so I took another dose. Then I got hungry, I had some soup and watched some TV and then I lost the track of time and skipped a dose, so I was like took four more"
"Yah! ChangMin, I said every six hours, not six minutes!"
"And then I went into the bathroom when I saw my chest...and it was annoying....so I tried shaving it, but that was too hard, so I got manager hyung to get me something and he bought me some wax.....the hair was bugging me, you know?"
"No, I don't" KiBum laughed, shaking his head.
"Shut up" ChangMin said, glaring at him. KiBum can't stop laughing, it's too funny. Who would have thought the tough, manly man Shim 'ChoiKang' ChangMin....waxing his chest? Not that he has much on his chest compared to the hair he got on his back, still....
"Can I see it?" KiBum asked, right after he regained some of his composure.
Hesitating for a moment, ChangMin took his sweatshirt off. His chest IS very shining, but still red.
"So you actually waxed your chest....because it was bugging you?" KiBum said, exploding into laughter again.
"Shut up" ChangMin muttered before getting up to go to their bedroom, but KiBum pulled him for a kiss. His hands tangled in the short, dark hair. Their previous conversation forgotten - for now.
KiBum kept ChangMin occupied with the heated kiss while he ran his hands down the smooth chest. Smirking, he pulled away from the kiss. "I like your shiny chest"
"Wanna see whether it helps in love making?" ChangMin smiled, wiggling his brows.
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