Because it is late.
Title: ...doesn't quite have a title.
By: chuchama
Summary: I'm lacking a summary as well. So, let's see...I saved this on my computer as...*checks**facepalm* oh god, i saved it as 'hyunglove'. So...uh. All I can say is Changmin gets drunk and things go downhill for him.
Pairing: (shinhwa) Dongwan/Changmin. tongzhiai got me started with this pair. so. yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
A/N: Because it is late and I have been correctly functioning for the past two whole days straight on the grand total of two hours of sleep, I don't want to go to bed now that it's an option, am not feeling the least bit tired by this point, and have no sense of inhibitions anymore, I'm posting this with no shame and stuff. and lawl, I have bags under my eyes and I hate myself sooooo much, seriously guys, I hate me and just ew. :D? ...ugh, I need to go to bed. I do these things when I'm overtired and I know this. Oh, and I split this thing up into three or four parts so....here's part one.
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Changmin is drunk. He knows he isn’t supposed to be, seeing as he has a schedule tomorrow and things to do and maybe an interview or two that he has forgotten about. But if his manager hadn’t wanted them, DBSK, that is, to drink, why had he let them go to a celebratory party? This is his thought on the matter. Not that Changmin really remembers what the party is celebrating anymore, but…
He is drunk. That is the point, because obviously four cans of beer did this to you, to him at least, and Changmin has definitely stopped counting at four, has definitely drunken more than that. He is drunk, and most everyone else is drunk, and their ride home is due to be there any minute to pick them up and whatnot, so maybe, he thinks, maybe he should get off the dance floor and find the rest of his band mates…
And truly, he has intended to wander off to find the rest of his group and go wait by the back door for their manager. But just as he has made up his mind to stop dancing like a fool and to stop attempting to be a stripper for a second or two or maybe a whole three minutes and to stop trying to pole dance without a pole, someone grabs him and pulls him against them and dances wildly, so Changmin dances wildly back, rolling his hips against this other person’s, laughing as they lean in and whisper something incoherent and slurred and probably dirty to him.
He laughs and realizes that he is thirsty and wants another drink, so he tries to shrug off the person’s arms, tries to walk away to find more beer and get drunker. But they hold on tighter, hands sliding down to his hips and grabbing firmly onto him. Changmin feels fingers and nails slip under his clothing and into his skin, probably leaving angry red marks. Hot heavy breaths make their way onto Changmin’s neck, lips moving against his skin. Changmin has never really felt things like this before and it’s new and kind of scary to him.
Panicking, Changmin reaches out behind him and grabs somebody, anybody, and leeches onto them. Pulling himself away from this person who is being too forward, he buries his face into the clothing of this other person. His heart is beating fast and hard in his ears and he just wants another drink, is that really too much to ask for?
“You okay?” Changmin hears from somewhere above his head. Changmin nods into the shirt he is holding on to. He feels himself being escorted somewhere, following wordlessly, liking how this new person smells, how this new person feels and is soft and gentle. There is a click as a door is opened and a click as a door is closed. And then it is quiet.
Changmin blinks and looks up, seeing that he is now outside. “Are you sure you’re okay?” The pounding of the loud music inside can be felt and fresh cool air brushes against his face and- “Changmin of DBSK?” The person asks.
Changmin grins in response, though he’s not sure why, “Yeeeep. I’m a little tipsy my dear, sooooo,” leaning in, Changmin mouths meaningless words against the other person’s lips, just liking the feel of skin against skin, liking it much better out here in the dark of night with peace and quiet surrounding him and liking it much better with this person.
“Changmin-”
Changmin fits himself promptly into the other’s arms, wrapping his own arms around the person. “Thank you for saving me. I’m not supposed to be drunk.”
The other’s response is hesitant, slow, deliberate, and thought out. “…No problem. Is your ride here yet?”
Changmin smiles goofily, leaning heavily onto the other, “Can yoooou be my ride home?”
The reasoning voice pauses before saying, “But I don’t know where you live.” Changmin smiles again and mouths more meaningless words, this time against this person’s chest, simply because it feels good.
- - -
An hour later, Changmin is in this person’s car, is supposed to be directing the driver back to his apartment. Changmin tries very hard to get the directions wrong on purpose because he feels like it and the person driving mutters how he should get Changmin’s cell phone and call his manager.
Changmin likes the driver’s muttering voice, because it sounds professional and smooth and deep, and leans over and smothers the driver in kisses because of this, asking if he’s good at it, kissing that is. The driver has to pull over, telling Changmin to stop and, yes you’re good at this, but seriously, stop, you’re drunk.
Changmin purrs and, during the rest of the drive, sneaks small intimate touches onto the driver’s thighs and chest and arms and shoulders and anything he can get his hands on. The driver grumbles, says that Changmin’s going to sleep on the couch because he doesn’t have his cell phone on him and has to come home with him and my god, you’re a horny bastard when drunk, aren’t you?
Changmin grins and keeps sneaking the touches.
- - -
The door slams open and Changmin is leaning against the doorframe for support, kissing this person and the person is kissing back. They stumble into the apartment, slamming the door behind them. Changmin squeaks out breathlessly that he’s thirsty and would like some water, so they make their way into the kitchen.
Changmin is pressed onto every single flat surface and kissed senseless as they get a cup and fill it with water. Pausing to take a few sips, Changmin latches back onto the person, hands running over the person’s back.
There is a blur at this time, a blur of touching and small shy noises and moving about and then Changmin realizes that, somewhere in all of that, they have made to a bed, both of them naked and pressed up against each other. And Changmin realizes that he really likes how it feels.
- - -
Changmin wakes up the next morning completely disoriented and lost and sore. He finds himself in a different bed, naked, and hung over.
He sits up, looking around for a clue as to where he is and wondering, frantically, if he’s just made a scandal. He sees a clock, sees the time, and curses, knowing that he’s not where he’s supposed to be right now, knowing that he’s in trouble.
There’s no time to get information, not time to find out who he’s been with, and he grabs his clothes off the floor and hurriedly throws them on. I need a phone, he thinks to himself, because he needs to call somebody and tell them where he is and find out where he needs to meet everyone else and needs to figure out what they’re doing today and needs to keep busy to distract himself from the sinking feeling in his stomach.
Yanking his shirt on and over his head and rushing out the room, he passes through the living room in which someone’s sitting on the couch and flipping through television channels. Changmin freezes, looks fearfully at the person and sees, of all people-
“What’s up? Do you need a ride or something?”
Changmin is speechless, mind racing, and settles for pointing at the phone across the room and in the kitchen to indicate that he needs to use it. Because sitting casually in front of him with a pair of sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt on is Shinhwa’s Dongwan.
Dongwan nods, “Yeah, call your manager and let him know where you are. Tell him I’ll drop you off at wherever it is they need you.”
Changmin nods numbly in return and goes into the kitchen to use the phone. He knows that he’s slept with Dongwan hyung, is able to see the red hickey marks he remembers leaving on someone last night on Dongwan’s neck and he knows this isn’t simple, not sure why it’s complicated yet but knows for sure that, yes, it’s going to be complicated. Sighing, he dials the first number that comes to mind and waits for whoever it is to pick up.
“Hello?” It is Jaejoong who answers, whose cell phone he’s called.
“Hi hyung,” Changmin says, in the most normal voice he can muster.
Jaejoong gasps, “Changminnie! Where are you? What have you been-?”
Changmin sighs and cuts him off, “I missed our ride last night. I was drunk, couldn’t remember where we lived, so I got a hyung to take me to his place, and I slept over. He says he’ll drop me off…”
From the next room, Changmin can hear Dongwan’s footsteps as he leaves the room.
- - -
The ride with Dongwan is eerily quiet, so Changmin turns on the radio to release the tension and to fill the space up with music, to fill the space up with something other than silence. Even with music, there’s still an indescribable uneasiness wafting in the air.
Changmin isn’t sure what to say or if he should apologize, isn’t sure if they are even going to acknowledge what’s happened between them. Maybe, Changmin thinks in a moment of panic, maybe it wasn’t Dongwan that he remembers from last night. Maybe, maybe it was someone else and Dongwan had just taken him home afterwards or something crazy like that. Maybe--
“So, you drink often?” Dongwan asks, trying to have a conversation or something, anything, to get rid of the awkward atmosphere. Changmin stares intently out the car window as he answers, “Um, I don’t drink all the time…but that wasn’t my first time drunk, no.”
There is immediately more silence after he finishes answering so, attempting to keep a conversation going, Changmin asks in return, “How about you?”
The older man laughs a little, “I’m older than you, you must remember. I used to drink a lot more when I was younger…but now I don’t drink just to get drunk, just for the hell of it, not anymore.”
Fear grips at Changmin, fear and realization, and he has to ask, can’t bear to not know, “…Then…last night…”
Out the corner of his eye, he sees Dongwan’s hands tighten their grip on the steering wheel and he wonders what that means. “Last night I had a few drinks. But, no, I wasn’t drunk.”
And the way Dongwan says this, the tone in his voice, it assures Changmin that, yes, Dongwan is the one in his foggy memory, the one who kissed him in a way that made the whole world spin and touched him in a way that made him feel special, one of a kind, more mature than he really is or acts. And then Changmin realizes that he wants to be one of a kind in Dongwan’s eyes and realizes that this is probably why everything is going to be complicated.
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On to chapter 2, part A
By: chuchama
Summary: I'm lacking a summary as well. So, let's see...I saved this on my computer as...*checks**facepalm* oh god, i saved it as 'hyunglove'. So...uh. All I can say is Changmin gets drunk and things go downhill for him.
Pairing: (shinhwa) Dongwan/Changmin. tongzhiai got me started with this pair. so. yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
A/N: Because it is late and I have been correctly functioning for the past two whole days straight on the grand total of two hours of sleep, I don't want to go to bed now that it's an option, am not feeling the least bit tired by this point, and have no sense of inhibitions anymore, I'm posting this with no shame and stuff. and lawl, I have bags under my eyes and I hate myself sooooo much, seriously guys, I hate me and just ew. :D? ...ugh, I need to go to bed. I do these things when I'm overtired and I know this. Oh, and I split this thing up into three or four parts so....here's part one.
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Changmin is drunk. He knows he isn’t supposed to be, seeing as he has a schedule tomorrow and things to do and maybe an interview or two that he has forgotten about. But if his manager hadn’t wanted them, DBSK, that is, to drink, why had he let them go to a celebratory party? This is his thought on the matter. Not that Changmin really remembers what the party is celebrating anymore, but…
He is drunk. That is the point, because obviously four cans of beer did this to you, to him at least, and Changmin has definitely stopped counting at four, has definitely drunken more than that. He is drunk, and most everyone else is drunk, and their ride home is due to be there any minute to pick them up and whatnot, so maybe, he thinks, maybe he should get off the dance floor and find the rest of his band mates…
And truly, he has intended to wander off to find the rest of his group and go wait by the back door for their manager. But just as he has made up his mind to stop dancing like a fool and to stop attempting to be a stripper for a second or two or maybe a whole three minutes and to stop trying to pole dance without a pole, someone grabs him and pulls him against them and dances wildly, so Changmin dances wildly back, rolling his hips against this other person’s, laughing as they lean in and whisper something incoherent and slurred and probably dirty to him.
He laughs and realizes that he is thirsty and wants another drink, so he tries to shrug off the person’s arms, tries to walk away to find more beer and get drunker. But they hold on tighter, hands sliding down to his hips and grabbing firmly onto him. Changmin feels fingers and nails slip under his clothing and into his skin, probably leaving angry red marks. Hot heavy breaths make their way onto Changmin’s neck, lips moving against his skin. Changmin has never really felt things like this before and it’s new and kind of scary to him.
Panicking, Changmin reaches out behind him and grabs somebody, anybody, and leeches onto them. Pulling himself away from this person who is being too forward, he buries his face into the clothing of this other person. His heart is beating fast and hard in his ears and he just wants another drink, is that really too much to ask for?
“You okay?” Changmin hears from somewhere above his head. Changmin nods into the shirt he is holding on to. He feels himself being escorted somewhere, following wordlessly, liking how this new person smells, how this new person feels and is soft and gentle. There is a click as a door is opened and a click as a door is closed. And then it is quiet.
Changmin blinks and looks up, seeing that he is now outside. “Are you sure you’re okay?” The pounding of the loud music inside can be felt and fresh cool air brushes against his face and- “Changmin of DBSK?” The person asks.
Changmin grins in response, though he’s not sure why, “Yeeeep. I’m a little tipsy my dear, sooooo,” leaning in, Changmin mouths meaningless words against the other person’s lips, just liking the feel of skin against skin, liking it much better out here in the dark of night with peace and quiet surrounding him and liking it much better with this person.
“Changmin-”
Changmin fits himself promptly into the other’s arms, wrapping his own arms around the person. “Thank you for saving me. I’m not supposed to be drunk.”
The other’s response is hesitant, slow, deliberate, and thought out. “…No problem. Is your ride here yet?”
Changmin smiles goofily, leaning heavily onto the other, “Can yoooou be my ride home?”
The reasoning voice pauses before saying, “But I don’t know where you live.” Changmin smiles again and mouths more meaningless words, this time against this person’s chest, simply because it feels good.
- - -
An hour later, Changmin is in this person’s car, is supposed to be directing the driver back to his apartment. Changmin tries very hard to get the directions wrong on purpose because he feels like it and the person driving mutters how he should get Changmin’s cell phone and call his manager.
Changmin likes the driver’s muttering voice, because it sounds professional and smooth and deep, and leans over and smothers the driver in kisses because of this, asking if he’s good at it, kissing that is. The driver has to pull over, telling Changmin to stop and, yes you’re good at this, but seriously, stop, you’re drunk.
Changmin purrs and, during the rest of the drive, sneaks small intimate touches onto the driver’s thighs and chest and arms and shoulders and anything he can get his hands on. The driver grumbles, says that Changmin’s going to sleep on the couch because he doesn’t have his cell phone on him and has to come home with him and my god, you’re a horny bastard when drunk, aren’t you?
Changmin grins and keeps sneaking the touches.
- - -
The door slams open and Changmin is leaning against the doorframe for support, kissing this person and the person is kissing back. They stumble into the apartment, slamming the door behind them. Changmin squeaks out breathlessly that he’s thirsty and would like some water, so they make their way into the kitchen.
Changmin is pressed onto every single flat surface and kissed senseless as they get a cup and fill it with water. Pausing to take a few sips, Changmin latches back onto the person, hands running over the person’s back.
There is a blur at this time, a blur of touching and small shy noises and moving about and then Changmin realizes that, somewhere in all of that, they have made to a bed, both of them naked and pressed up against each other. And Changmin realizes that he really likes how it feels.
- - -
Changmin wakes up the next morning completely disoriented and lost and sore. He finds himself in a different bed, naked, and hung over.
He sits up, looking around for a clue as to where he is and wondering, frantically, if he’s just made a scandal. He sees a clock, sees the time, and curses, knowing that he’s not where he’s supposed to be right now, knowing that he’s in trouble.
There’s no time to get information, not time to find out who he’s been with, and he grabs his clothes off the floor and hurriedly throws them on. I need a phone, he thinks to himself, because he needs to call somebody and tell them where he is and find out where he needs to meet everyone else and needs to figure out what they’re doing today and needs to keep busy to distract himself from the sinking feeling in his stomach.
Yanking his shirt on and over his head and rushing out the room, he passes through the living room in which someone’s sitting on the couch and flipping through television channels. Changmin freezes, looks fearfully at the person and sees, of all people-
“What’s up? Do you need a ride or something?”
Changmin is speechless, mind racing, and settles for pointing at the phone across the room and in the kitchen to indicate that he needs to use it. Because sitting casually in front of him with a pair of sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt on is Shinhwa’s Dongwan.
Dongwan nods, “Yeah, call your manager and let him know where you are. Tell him I’ll drop you off at wherever it is they need you.”
Changmin nods numbly in return and goes into the kitchen to use the phone. He knows that he’s slept with Dongwan hyung, is able to see the red hickey marks he remembers leaving on someone last night on Dongwan’s neck and he knows this isn’t simple, not sure why it’s complicated yet but knows for sure that, yes, it’s going to be complicated. Sighing, he dials the first number that comes to mind and waits for whoever it is to pick up.
“Hello?” It is Jaejoong who answers, whose cell phone he’s called.
“Hi hyung,” Changmin says, in the most normal voice he can muster.
Jaejoong gasps, “Changminnie! Where are you? What have you been-?”
Changmin sighs and cuts him off, “I missed our ride last night. I was drunk, couldn’t remember where we lived, so I got a hyung to take me to his place, and I slept over. He says he’ll drop me off…”
From the next room, Changmin can hear Dongwan’s footsteps as he leaves the room.
- - -
The ride with Dongwan is eerily quiet, so Changmin turns on the radio to release the tension and to fill the space up with music, to fill the space up with something other than silence. Even with music, there’s still an indescribable uneasiness wafting in the air.
Changmin isn’t sure what to say or if he should apologize, isn’t sure if they are even going to acknowledge what’s happened between them. Maybe, Changmin thinks in a moment of panic, maybe it wasn’t Dongwan that he remembers from last night. Maybe, maybe it was someone else and Dongwan had just taken him home afterwards or something crazy like that. Maybe--
“So, you drink often?” Dongwan asks, trying to have a conversation or something, anything, to get rid of the awkward atmosphere. Changmin stares intently out the car window as he answers, “Um, I don’t drink all the time…but that wasn’t my first time drunk, no.”
There is immediately more silence after he finishes answering so, attempting to keep a conversation going, Changmin asks in return, “How about you?”
The older man laughs a little, “I’m older than you, you must remember. I used to drink a lot more when I was younger…but now I don’t drink just to get drunk, just for the hell of it, not anymore.”
Fear grips at Changmin, fear and realization, and he has to ask, can’t bear to not know, “…Then…last night…”
Out the corner of his eye, he sees Dongwan’s hands tighten their grip on the steering wheel and he wonders what that means. “Last night I had a few drinks. But, no, I wasn’t drunk.”
And the way Dongwan says this, the tone in his voice, it assures Changmin that, yes, Dongwan is the one in his foggy memory, the one who kissed him in a way that made the whole world spin and touched him in a way that made him feel special, one of a kind, more mature than he really is or acts. And then Changmin realizes that he wants to be one of a kind in Dongwan’s eyes and realizes that this is probably why everything is going to be complicated.
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On to chapter 2, part A