shim changmin's list of penalties.
SHIM CHANGMIN'S LIST OF PENALTIES.
⇾ tvxq | yunho/changmin
⇾ 836 words
⇾ PG
✳ based off this post.
i: texts.
yunho literally skids to a stop the moment he feels his phone buzzing in his pocket. he takes a hesitant glance down at his feet - oh great, he sighs, and tiptoes back to the main door, gently kicks his shoes off, and continues back down the hallway in order to pick up his jacket that he'd forgotten.
sorry, min-ah, he texts back as he shoves his feet back into his shoes. won't happen again. ♡
he receives a reply as he waits for the elevator.
did you remember to close the refrigerator door?
yunho stares at the screen.
at least he remembered to take his shoes off at the doorstep this time around.
ii: empty texts.
yunho's hand is half down the neck of changmin's shirt as he talks animatedly to their manager who's on the other side of him. changmin squirms and sighs.
sticking his hand into his pocket to find his phone, changmin navigates through the device without looking down (yunho will know). he estimates the positions of the touch-screen buttons; "compose a message" ➝ "recipient" ➝ "yunho ♡" ➝ "send".
changmin smiles a little proudly to himself when yunho's phone buzzes not a moment too soon.
yunho takes a look at his phone, then at changmin, and promptly takes his hand off changmin's shoulder and slides a few feet further away. with a pout.
changmin rolls his eyes and pulls yunho back to his side.
it doesn't mean stand that far away, he texts speedily.
iii: silent treatment.
"changmin," yunho says placatingly. "you don't need a lamborghini."
changmin ignores his hyung and continues staring at the television screen.
yunho peers at changmin's profile.
"changmin," he tries again.
changmin's chin tilts higher.
yunho's face flatlines.
"fine, but only when we're eighty and you're nicer to me."
iv: actual talks.
changmin opens his mouth, almost voices a meaningful thought, then shuts it.
changmin snorts at how stupid he almost made himself look and slaps yunho's book out of his hands instead.
v: not call him hyung in public.
"where'd you want to go next?" yunho asks, hands in pockets as they stroll through seoul.
"wherever," changmin says, indifferent. he flicks his hair out of his eyes.
"oh changminnie, come on, you know how bad i am at picking -"
"jung yunho what did i say about calling me that in public."
yunho stops mid-sentence, mouth open in an oddly attractive way.
"so?" changmin prompts.
vi: moving out threats.
changmin chews the inside of his bottom lip so hard it draws blood.
yunho's sitting right next to him, the distance between their bodies small enough so that a passerby wouldn't realize something is going on.
but changmin can sense yunho's deliberate silence, can feel it soaking through his bones.
a vein in his head twitches.
"if you don't talk to me i swear to god i will move out," he finds himself hissing.
yunho immediately launches into a stream of inaudible nonsense.
changmin's tense nerves relaxes and he proceeds to block yunho's voice out of his ears.
vii: actually pack and leave.
"do you like my shirt?"
changmin looks up from his computer and wastes a couple of precious seconds reading the text on yunho's shirt.
save water, shower with me.
below it, yunho's scribbled in permanent marker:
the earth is dying because of me :(
changmin can't find the words appropriate enough in his vocabulary to respond.
instead, he shoves his computer into his bag, maneuverers past yunho into their room, shoves a couple of clothes into his bag, and makes to leave.
yunho clutches on to his wrist and wails.
"okay okay, i'll take it off!"
viii: have an actual fight.
"why-" changmin chucks a chopstick at yunho's head, "do you always like embarrassing me on television?"
yunho ducks and picks up a pillow and throws it back in changmin's direction.
"it's not even embarrassing me that's the worst part -" changmin continues, lobbing a glass paperweight at yunho, "it's how you always manage to rev up those goddamned fangirls at how we sleep in the same room!"
yunho catches the paperweight gingerly, sets in down on the couch and throws bambi straight at changmin's face.
changmin splutters, nudges bambi away - gently - with his foot, and picks up a cactus sitting next to him.
"you threw something at my face???"
ix: law suits.
changmin is like my wife.
changmin is like my wife.
changmin is like my wife.
changmin glowers at yunho over the rim of his glasses and kicks yunho off the couch.
"i'm filing for divorce."
yunho almost dies laughing.
"i'm filing for divorce and i'm taking everything that is precious to you with me. you will be left with nothing!" changmin declares, a little over-dramatically.
yunho's pretty sure he did die for a split second laughing.
changmin nearly breaks out into a grin, but he schools his features back into a perfect image of indifference to the dying mess on the floor. best if he dies: he doesn't have to trouble himself with all the divorce paperwork.
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