#03. a tomorrow like today;
: a tomorrow like today
: yunho/changmin | pg
: changmin finds that sometimes it's okay to talk to strangers.
: for swallowtt's birthday ♥. first homin, ever /dies. half written while coherent, the other while talking to club-hypnotic
.monday.
Changmin meets Yunho at the grocery store he works at.
It’s a typical Monday, falling into his same old boring routine that’s practically programmed into his mind, and he’s slinging items through the check out line without a word to the owner of the groceries.
“I thought I was guaranteed service with a smile,” the young man opposite him jokes warmly, handing Changmin the money to pay for his items.
The younger rolls his eyes, saying, “If you had wanted that, you would’ve visited Junsu’s line over there,” for further emphasis he jerks his thumb behind him to the bubbly man amicably talking to his bumbling line of customers. “So, clearly, you’re not one for nosy cashiers who want your whole life story as they bag up your groceries.”
“Or maybe your line was much shorter and I’m very busy?” the other male says with a smile, and maybe he kind of takes Changmin’s breath away, but that’s beside the point because Changmin is working to pay for college tuition and he has no time for steamy love affairs with beautiful men who smell like mint.
A brow is quirked. “Really? If you were so busy then you wouldn’t be wasting time talking to me.”
“I take it you don’t like my company, Changmin,” the other says as he takes his tiny little plastic sacks in hand, the smile still in place and his tiny eyes crinkled into crescent moons (Changmin can’t help but to think of that one guy on his old cartoons about pocket monsters).
Changmin furrows his brows, about to ask how the guy knew his name and then remembers his little nametag above his (nonexistent, as Yoochun likes to say) heart. “I’m actually surprised you picked up on that hint - I hid it so well.”
“You’re quite the charmer.”
“Believe it or not, I don’t get that often.”
The man feigns shock for a brief moment, a hand coming to press against his chest to complete the look, before his lips slide easily back into that smile and it makes Changmin’s insides get all fluttery - but it can’t be the other man’s doing, it must have been Junsu’s homemade lunch from earlier that was making his stomach queasy.
He checks his watch, smile slipping for a split second before he turns his attention back to the bored cashier. “I guess I’ve taken up too much of your time. It was nice talking to you, Changmin,” and before the younger can even open his mouth to spit out anymore remarks, Yunho thrusts his change into Changmin’s hands and says, “Keep it.”
Then he’s walking out the automatic glass doors, and that’s when Changmin realizes…
…He never got the other’s name (not that he wanted it, he tells himself).
.tuesday.
Tuesday has Changmin back at the register, playing with his cell phone (it’s not like anyone comes to his line) and thinking about the handsome man from the day before. He places the top of his phone to his lips in thought, wondering if the man was on a business trip or something - especially with the way he was wearing a suit. He admits that there aren’t many normal people around here, but at least they aren’t so bad as to wear expensive suits in the middle of the what could possibly be the hottest summer ever.
“If you’re done eating your cell phone, I’d very much like for you to go back to work.”
Changmin turns his attention away from the doors the man had left through the day before and to the slightly (well, that’s an understatement) irritated face of his manager. He lets a smile (he calls it his friendly face, Yoochun disagrees, saying it looks more like the smile of a serial killer) slide onto his face. “Why, Yoochun, fancy seeing you here.”
Yoochun rolls his eyes from behind his red-framed glasses, small smile evident on his full lips, and turns his attention to the busy cashier in the stall next to Changmin’s own, “Junsu, stop hogging all the customers!”
Junsu looks peeved, glaring at the manager from where he stands, ringing items up and giving totals to customers who are in line just to pinch his cheeks (and not the ones on his face either). His face is red and his light brown bangs are plastered to his forehead, evidence of the fact he’s been working nonstop for almost eight hours with only two breaks in between. “I can’t help the fact that they all like me more than Changmin!”
Yoochun pinches the bridge of his nose, obviously annoyed, before focusing his gaze on Changmin once more. “I have a better idea. Go help Eunhyuk sack groceries.”
“I hope you rot in hell, asshole.”
Yoochun grins. “I’ll save you a seat. Now, go on. You have work to do.”
For the most part, all Changmin has to do is bag the overloaded pile of items and shove them back into the customers’ arms. It’s not hard work and he still doesn’t have to smile, but he does have to listen to part of the people’s stories. And Junsu’s voice. And Eunhyuk’s sniveling (because he suffers from being allergic to people that kiss ass (re: Junsu)).
“I was almost afraid you weren’t here today,” a familiar voice comes from beside Changmin and he looks to his left to see the smiling face of his only customer the day before.
Changmin frowns. “What happened to you being under the impression that I didn’t like you?”
“I thought a lot about it yesterday, and I’ve decided you’re just playing hard to get.”
He halts his process of bagging the annoying man’s few items, glares at the male’s white sneakers before his eyes travel up the long legs (and damn, they are long) to finally rest on the cheerful face that could probably rival Junsu’s.
“Changmin,” a voice snaps at him before he can lunge at the man standing in front of him, and it takes all his willpower to count to ten (just like the people on the movies do when they’re pissed off) and turn to his smug manager, “go get some fresh air, and while doing so, perform your job and take the man’s things to his car.”
Junsu snorts behind his hand and Changmin decides that he likes the cashier better when he’s stealing all his customers.
“There. Have a shitty day and don’t come back,” Changmin says as he dumps the last bag in the other’s car. He brushes his hands against the back of his blue jeans and turns to face the man that is still smiling beside him. “Do you have a problem? No one can be that happy all the time, unless they’re Junsu, but I swear he’s on uppers.”
The man lets his back rest against his car, hands stuffed in the pockets of his faded jeans, and says, “I smile when I see something I like.”
“You’re strange.”
“It’s part of my charm.”
Changmin scoffs, folding his arms over his chest and scuffing his worn sneakers against the cracked asphalt of the supermarket’s parking lot. He stops when he feels the other’s presence slide closer to him, fingers brushing back his bangs before trailing along the inside of his arms to press some folded bills into his palm.
“It’s for your time.” His confused eyes meet that handsome smiling face again, except this time, the man’s eyes are shining with mirth and sunlight and Changmin finds it hard to fake stoicism (especially when the man is pressed so close and sort of, kind of holding his hand). “I’m Yunho, by the way.”
Changmin stops himself from saying, “I’m in love,” because who ever heard of love at second sight?
.wednesday.
On Wednesday, Junsu sidles up alongside Changmin during their break, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a perverted grin on his face. Changmin wants to hide behind the water dispenser even though it’s probably the lamest hiding place in the lounge.
“So, who’s the really sexy piece of man candy?”
Changmin eyes the rim of his mug - some herbal tea that Junsu gave him to relax his mind and calm his nerves and all that other bullshit. “Did you just refer to someone as man candy?”
Jaejoong, another employee who came by just for the pleasure of stalking Yoochun, plops onto the other armrest of the couch Changmin sits in. “What’s this about Changminnie getting action?” Then he slaps the back of the youngest’s head, hissing, “And how come I wasn’t informed sooner?”
Junsu grins, tugging at his blue vest (with the many smiley face pins because he says he wants to be different, Changmin thinks he just wants to announce to the world that he’s taking happy pills) in excitement, and squeaks, “You should have seen it. The guy was here on Monday and then again on Tuesday and they were in the parking lot for a very long time and then Changmin came in with this goofy grin and then I didn’t see anymore because Yoochun told me that he needed to see me personally and in private and so I followed Yoochun to his office where… Oh. Anyway, I think Changmin’s in love.”
Changmin sinks further into the chair’s cushions, slapping his palm to his face as he groans. God, Junsu just needed to get laid - it might shut his mouth… or at least keep him from spewing out all the details of Changmin’s private life.
“What if he comes by today?” Jaejoong shrieks, eyes wide and shining with that wicked glint that usually only appears when he sees Yoochun without his dorky glasses. “Changmin, you have to make a move before it’s too late! This guy isn’t going to wait around for you forever.”
“Who said I was interested in him?” Changmin snaps irritably, rubbing at his tired eyes and hoping that these two would leave and bother the hell out of Yoochun (he’s sure that neither would protest too much). “Anyway, what about you and our beloved manager?”
Junsu makes a face, sticks his tongue and everything, it’s quite cute really. “Yoochun’s a bitch. What do you see in him?”
“The power increases his manhood,” Jaejoong says with a shrug, inspecting his nails and ignoring the way Junsu blanches.
“That’s the grossest thing I’ve heard all day,” Changmin finds himself saying with a visible cringe.
Junsu agrees. “I agree. Yoochun sucks.” Then when Jaejoong breaks out into a fit of laughter, Junsu’s face flushes upon realization of how his words were taken and snaps, “I didn’t mean it like that. I do not want to hear about your sex life - fantasy or not - with my boss!”
That’s when Yoochun decides to break up their little party and tosses a folded up piece of notebook paper at Changmin. He picks it off his lap, glancing at the creases and folds and little numbers etched onto the page.
“It’s from your boyfriend. He said to call him. Please, at least attempt phone sex.”
Junsu nods. “Yeah, I hear it can be very pleasing for those who seek sexual gratification but are afraid to go all the way.” Yoochun blinks in Junsu’s direction, face quickly turning a pretty shade of pink, before he leaves the lounge again.
Changmin practically becomes one with his chair.
.thursday.
By the time Thursday rolls around, Changmin just really wants to go home.
Yunho’s note is warm and tucked safely in his pocket - an excuse ready for when (and if) the handsome man arrives. He didn’t call the night before. He had paced his apartment for more than an hour, fingers grazing over the smooth surface of his plastic house phone before falling back down to his side.
He had never felt like such a coward in his life. And if this is what falling in love with someone does to a person, he’d been much better off glaring at the smiley face clock hanging on the wall opposite his check-out line.
Yunho doesn’t show up. Changmin finally decides he lost his chance at happiness with a guy that could tolerate his grumpiness and his overly happy coworkers.
Jaejoong finds him in a bathroom stall watching the toilet flush. It’s distracting - Yunho didn’t cross his mind once (which is a lie, he can’t get him off his mind) - and it’s completely pathetic (which is how Changmin feels, so it’s okay).
“Shh, maybe he’s just busy,” Jaejoong says while rubbing his back, and Changmin might not admit it (because he’d rather keep intact his last pieces of dignity) he’s kind of glad Jae is there to comfort him. He’d rather not have to fall prey to Junsu’s happy pills or Yoochun’s… Yoochunness (there’s nothing to describe his fail fully).
Changmin hopes he’s just busy and that he didn’t leave him behind. Because Yunho is someone Changmin could never, ever possibly - no matter how long he may live - forget (that thought scares him most, he thinks).
.friday.
Friday is the one day Changmin usually looks forward to because he’s guaranteed an early leave as well as the whole weekend off before he has to go through the whole routine one more time. Except this time, he met someone wonderful and then lost him forever.
Yoochun and Junsu never bring Yunho up again, seemingly pretending as if he never happened, and Changmin doesn’t think there was a time he loved those two more. Thinking about it, there probably wasn’t a time where he even remotely liked them, let alone loved them, but he supposes now is the best time to start taking things for granted.
“You can’t just let love slip past forever,” he says to himself wistfully, making a swishing motion with his hand as he scans the items the person has placed in front of him. He’s finally decided that talking to the customers isn’t necessarily a bad thing, although they probably miss the old him.
“If I had known you were already in love with someone, I wouldn’t have attempted wooing you.”
Changmin’s eyes practically fall out of his head in their haste to glance up at the familiar face that has been plaguing his thoughts for the past week. “You… Yunho!”
The man seems a bit sheepish, shuffling his feet around and a blush adorning his cheeks, “I couldn’t stay away…? I think I might be in love with you, which is incredibly unreasonable and illogical and only happens in movies and -”
Changmin doesn’t know the words to say to keep Yunho from rambling, so he does the next best thing. He jerks Yunho forward and meets him halfway in a frenzied locking of lips over the conveyor belt that was never used much during Changmin’s shifts anyway. Yunho’s lips are soft, supple, sweet and slide against his so easily that Changmin begins to think that maybe it was the way his mouth slipped into a smile so naturally that had the younger so steadily falling in love.
When he pulls away, they’re both a little more than breathless and slightly dazed, but when that clears, all Changmin can hope to do is smile goofily at Yunho who is doing a very good (terrible) job at fighting back the urge to pull Changmin to him (again and again)
“I don’t get off for another two hours, but…”
Changmin twists his neck around to see the whole supermarket the same way he had left it before he entered Yunholand. Junsu was still doing his best at being friendly and sufficient, his line kept increasing with every second, Eunhyuk was breaking all the fragile items, Jaejoong was attached to Yoochun who was being fairly oblivious to the whole affair. Well, he preferred them out of his business anyway.
“I don’t think anyone will miss me if I’m gone.”
Yunho grins as Changmin flicks his little light off, signaling that his register was closed, and holds out his hand for Changmin to take. “Let’s spend Friday falling in love.”
“No,” Changmin says with a soft smile on his lips, they still tingle from the shocks of their kiss, “let’s spend Friday getting to know each other. You know, my mom did tell me never to talk to strangers.”
The elder laughs. “Well, this didn’t turn out so bad, did it? So talking to strangers can’t be too bad.”
And Changmin supposes he’s right. Sometimes maybe it’s okay to talk to strangers. Especially when they’re as good of kissers as Yunho is.
: yunho/changmin | pg
: changmin finds that sometimes it's okay to talk to strangers.
: for swallowtt's birthday ♥. first homin, ever /dies. half written while coherent, the other while talking to club-hypnotic
.monday.
Changmin meets Yunho at the grocery store he works at.
It’s a typical Monday, falling into his same old boring routine that’s practically programmed into his mind, and he’s slinging items through the check out line without a word to the owner of the groceries.
“I thought I was guaranteed service with a smile,” the young man opposite him jokes warmly, handing Changmin the money to pay for his items.
The younger rolls his eyes, saying, “If you had wanted that, you would’ve visited Junsu’s line over there,” for further emphasis he jerks his thumb behind him to the bubbly man amicably talking to his bumbling line of customers. “So, clearly, you’re not one for nosy cashiers who want your whole life story as they bag up your groceries.”
“Or maybe your line was much shorter and I’m very busy?” the other male says with a smile, and maybe he kind of takes Changmin’s breath away, but that’s beside the point because Changmin is working to pay for college tuition and he has no time for steamy love affairs with beautiful men who smell like mint.
A brow is quirked. “Really? If you were so busy then you wouldn’t be wasting time talking to me.”
“I take it you don’t like my company, Changmin,” the other says as he takes his tiny little plastic sacks in hand, the smile still in place and his tiny eyes crinkled into crescent moons (Changmin can’t help but to think of that one guy on his old cartoons about pocket monsters).
Changmin furrows his brows, about to ask how the guy knew his name and then remembers his little nametag above his (nonexistent, as Yoochun likes to say) heart. “I’m actually surprised you picked up on that hint - I hid it so well.”
“You’re quite the charmer.”
“Believe it or not, I don’t get that often.”
The man feigns shock for a brief moment, a hand coming to press against his chest to complete the look, before his lips slide easily back into that smile and it makes Changmin’s insides get all fluttery - but it can’t be the other man’s doing, it must have been Junsu’s homemade lunch from earlier that was making his stomach queasy.
He checks his watch, smile slipping for a split second before he turns his attention back to the bored cashier. “I guess I’ve taken up too much of your time. It was nice talking to you, Changmin,” and before the younger can even open his mouth to spit out anymore remarks, Yunho thrusts his change into Changmin’s hands and says, “Keep it.”
Then he’s walking out the automatic glass doors, and that’s when Changmin realizes…
…He never got the other’s name (not that he wanted it, he tells himself).
.tuesday.
Tuesday has Changmin back at the register, playing with his cell phone (it’s not like anyone comes to his line) and thinking about the handsome man from the day before. He places the top of his phone to his lips in thought, wondering if the man was on a business trip or something - especially with the way he was wearing a suit. He admits that there aren’t many normal people around here, but at least they aren’t so bad as to wear expensive suits in the middle of the what could possibly be the hottest summer ever.
“If you’re done eating your cell phone, I’d very much like for you to go back to work.”
Changmin turns his attention away from the doors the man had left through the day before and to the slightly (well, that’s an understatement) irritated face of his manager. He lets a smile (he calls it his friendly face, Yoochun disagrees, saying it looks more like the smile of a serial killer) slide onto his face. “Why, Yoochun, fancy seeing you here.”
Yoochun rolls his eyes from behind his red-framed glasses, small smile evident on his full lips, and turns his attention to the busy cashier in the stall next to Changmin’s own, “Junsu, stop hogging all the customers!”
Junsu looks peeved, glaring at the manager from where he stands, ringing items up and giving totals to customers who are in line just to pinch his cheeks (and not the ones on his face either). His face is red and his light brown bangs are plastered to his forehead, evidence of the fact he’s been working nonstop for almost eight hours with only two breaks in between. “I can’t help the fact that they all like me more than Changmin!”
Yoochun pinches the bridge of his nose, obviously annoyed, before focusing his gaze on Changmin once more. “I have a better idea. Go help Eunhyuk sack groceries.”
“I hope you rot in hell, asshole.”
Yoochun grins. “I’ll save you a seat. Now, go on. You have work to do.”
For the most part, all Changmin has to do is bag the overloaded pile of items and shove them back into the customers’ arms. It’s not hard work and he still doesn’t have to smile, but he does have to listen to part of the people’s stories. And Junsu’s voice. And Eunhyuk’s sniveling (because he suffers from being allergic to people that kiss ass (re: Junsu)).
“I was almost afraid you weren’t here today,” a familiar voice comes from beside Changmin and he looks to his left to see the smiling face of his only customer the day before.
Changmin frowns. “What happened to you being under the impression that I didn’t like you?”
“I thought a lot about it yesterday, and I’ve decided you’re just playing hard to get.”
He halts his process of bagging the annoying man’s few items, glares at the male’s white sneakers before his eyes travel up the long legs (and damn, they are long) to finally rest on the cheerful face that could probably rival Junsu’s.
“Changmin,” a voice snaps at him before he can lunge at the man standing in front of him, and it takes all his willpower to count to ten (just like the people on the movies do when they’re pissed off) and turn to his smug manager, “go get some fresh air, and while doing so, perform your job and take the man’s things to his car.”
Junsu snorts behind his hand and Changmin decides that he likes the cashier better when he’s stealing all his customers.
“There. Have a shitty day and don’t come back,” Changmin says as he dumps the last bag in the other’s car. He brushes his hands against the back of his blue jeans and turns to face the man that is still smiling beside him. “Do you have a problem? No one can be that happy all the time, unless they’re Junsu, but I swear he’s on uppers.”
The man lets his back rest against his car, hands stuffed in the pockets of his faded jeans, and says, “I smile when I see something I like.”
“You’re strange.”
“It’s part of my charm.”
Changmin scoffs, folding his arms over his chest and scuffing his worn sneakers against the cracked asphalt of the supermarket’s parking lot. He stops when he feels the other’s presence slide closer to him, fingers brushing back his bangs before trailing along the inside of his arms to press some folded bills into his palm.
“It’s for your time.” His confused eyes meet that handsome smiling face again, except this time, the man’s eyes are shining with mirth and sunlight and Changmin finds it hard to fake stoicism (especially when the man is pressed so close and sort of, kind of holding his hand). “I’m Yunho, by the way.”
Changmin stops himself from saying, “I’m in love,” because who ever heard of love at second sight?
.wednesday.
On Wednesday, Junsu sidles up alongside Changmin during their break, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a perverted grin on his face. Changmin wants to hide behind the water dispenser even though it’s probably the lamest hiding place in the lounge.
“So, who’s the really sexy piece of man candy?”
Changmin eyes the rim of his mug - some herbal tea that Junsu gave him to relax his mind and calm his nerves and all that other bullshit. “Did you just refer to someone as man candy?”
Jaejoong, another employee who came by just for the pleasure of stalking Yoochun, plops onto the other armrest of the couch Changmin sits in. “What’s this about Changminnie getting action?” Then he slaps the back of the youngest’s head, hissing, “And how come I wasn’t informed sooner?”
Junsu grins, tugging at his blue vest (with the many smiley face pins because he says he wants to be different, Changmin thinks he just wants to announce to the world that he’s taking happy pills) in excitement, and squeaks, “You should have seen it. The guy was here on Monday and then again on Tuesday and they were in the parking lot for a very long time and then Changmin came in with this goofy grin and then I didn’t see anymore because Yoochun told me that he needed to see me personally and in private and so I followed Yoochun to his office where… Oh. Anyway, I think Changmin’s in love.”
Changmin sinks further into the chair’s cushions, slapping his palm to his face as he groans. God, Junsu just needed to get laid - it might shut his mouth… or at least keep him from spewing out all the details of Changmin’s private life.
“What if he comes by today?” Jaejoong shrieks, eyes wide and shining with that wicked glint that usually only appears when he sees Yoochun without his dorky glasses. “Changmin, you have to make a move before it’s too late! This guy isn’t going to wait around for you forever.”
“Who said I was interested in him?” Changmin snaps irritably, rubbing at his tired eyes and hoping that these two would leave and bother the hell out of Yoochun (he’s sure that neither would protest too much). “Anyway, what about you and our beloved manager?”
Junsu makes a face, sticks his tongue and everything, it’s quite cute really. “Yoochun’s a bitch. What do you see in him?”
“The power increases his manhood,” Jaejoong says with a shrug, inspecting his nails and ignoring the way Junsu blanches.
“That’s the grossest thing I’ve heard all day,” Changmin finds himself saying with a visible cringe.
Junsu agrees. “I agree. Yoochun sucks.” Then when Jaejoong breaks out into a fit of laughter, Junsu’s face flushes upon realization of how his words were taken and snaps, “I didn’t mean it like that. I do not want to hear about your sex life - fantasy or not - with my boss!”
That’s when Yoochun decides to break up their little party and tosses a folded up piece of notebook paper at Changmin. He picks it off his lap, glancing at the creases and folds and little numbers etched onto the page.
“It’s from your boyfriend. He said to call him. Please, at least attempt phone sex.”
Junsu nods. “Yeah, I hear it can be very pleasing for those who seek sexual gratification but are afraid to go all the way.” Yoochun blinks in Junsu’s direction, face quickly turning a pretty shade of pink, before he leaves the lounge again.
Changmin practically becomes one with his chair.
.thursday.
By the time Thursday rolls around, Changmin just really wants to go home.
Yunho’s note is warm and tucked safely in his pocket - an excuse ready for when (and if) the handsome man arrives. He didn’t call the night before. He had paced his apartment for more than an hour, fingers grazing over the smooth surface of his plastic house phone before falling back down to his side.
He had never felt like such a coward in his life. And if this is what falling in love with someone does to a person, he’d been much better off glaring at the smiley face clock hanging on the wall opposite his check-out line.
Yunho doesn’t show up. Changmin finally decides he lost his chance at happiness with a guy that could tolerate his grumpiness and his overly happy coworkers.
Jaejoong finds him in a bathroom stall watching the toilet flush. It’s distracting - Yunho didn’t cross his mind once (which is a lie, he can’t get him off his mind) - and it’s completely pathetic (which is how Changmin feels, so it’s okay).
“Shh, maybe he’s just busy,” Jaejoong says while rubbing his back, and Changmin might not admit it (because he’d rather keep intact his last pieces of dignity) he’s kind of glad Jae is there to comfort him. He’d rather not have to fall prey to Junsu’s happy pills or Yoochun’s… Yoochunness (there’s nothing to describe his fail fully).
Changmin hopes he’s just busy and that he didn’t leave him behind. Because Yunho is someone Changmin could never, ever possibly - no matter how long he may live - forget (that thought scares him most, he thinks).
.friday.
Friday is the one day Changmin usually looks forward to because he’s guaranteed an early leave as well as the whole weekend off before he has to go through the whole routine one more time. Except this time, he met someone wonderful and then lost him forever.
Yoochun and Junsu never bring Yunho up again, seemingly pretending as if he never happened, and Changmin doesn’t think there was a time he loved those two more. Thinking about it, there probably wasn’t a time where he even remotely liked them, let alone loved them, but he supposes now is the best time to start taking things for granted.
“You can’t just let love slip past forever,” he says to himself wistfully, making a swishing motion with his hand as he scans the items the person has placed in front of him. He’s finally decided that talking to the customers isn’t necessarily a bad thing, although they probably miss the old him.
“If I had known you were already in love with someone, I wouldn’t have attempted wooing you.”
Changmin’s eyes practically fall out of his head in their haste to glance up at the familiar face that has been plaguing his thoughts for the past week. “You… Yunho!”
The man seems a bit sheepish, shuffling his feet around and a blush adorning his cheeks, “I couldn’t stay away…? I think I might be in love with you, which is incredibly unreasonable and illogical and only happens in movies and -”
Changmin doesn’t know the words to say to keep Yunho from rambling, so he does the next best thing. He jerks Yunho forward and meets him halfway in a frenzied locking of lips over the conveyor belt that was never used much during Changmin’s shifts anyway. Yunho’s lips are soft, supple, sweet and slide against his so easily that Changmin begins to think that maybe it was the way his mouth slipped into a smile so naturally that had the younger so steadily falling in love.
When he pulls away, they’re both a little more than breathless and slightly dazed, but when that clears, all Changmin can hope to do is smile goofily at Yunho who is doing a very good (terrible) job at fighting back the urge to pull Changmin to him (again and again)
“I don’t get off for another two hours, but…”
Changmin twists his neck around to see the whole supermarket the same way he had left it before he entered Yunholand. Junsu was still doing his best at being friendly and sufficient, his line kept increasing with every second, Eunhyuk was breaking all the fragile items, Jaejoong was attached to Yoochun who was being fairly oblivious to the whole affair. Well, he preferred them out of his business anyway.
“I don’t think anyone will miss me if I’m gone.”
Yunho grins as Changmin flicks his little light off, signaling that his register was closed, and holds out his hand for Changmin to take. “Let’s spend Friday falling in love.”
“No,” Changmin says with a soft smile on his lips, they still tingle from the shocks of their kiss, “let’s spend Friday getting to know each other. You know, my mom did tell me never to talk to strangers.”
The elder laughs. “Well, this didn’t turn out so bad, did it? So talking to strangers can’t be too bad.”
And Changmin supposes he’s right. Sometimes maybe it’s okay to talk to strangers. Especially when they’re as good of kissers as Yunho is.