Minidump in progress!
ARGH GODDAMNIT I'M SO SORRY I'M THIS LATE AGAIN, IT'S GOING TO BE A SMALL DRABBLE/FICLET DUMP FROM NOW ON. I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN 36 HOURS AND I NEED TO WAKE UP AROUND SIX TOMORROW MORNING. ;__;
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I totally forgot about our Bloody Monday night which was this weekend and even though I did have a computer with me, the internet connection decided to die on me so I couldn't post anything until I got back home. Asdjhsg ;_;
Anyhows:
I want my innocence back.
/ For secretly_kanna ♥ Loosely inspired by a movie "3-Iron" (빈집 Bin-jip).
Changmin knows he shouldn't be worried, or more likely he knows he's being completely ridiculous and worrying over absolutely nothing. He knows perfectly well that it's 2:27A.M. and that he needs to get up in one hour and thirty minutes, just like every other day. It's nothing unusual, it's quite normal actually. Well, for him at least.
Digital numbers on the clock seem to barely change, crawling painfully slowly and after two minutes (which felt like an eternity), he flips his pillow around. Carefully, making sure he wouldn't disturb the other figure sleeping next to him, he rearranges his long limbs and rolls around. He's faced with Yunho's shirtless back rising and falling peacefully back again.
Changmin fights the urge to sway a few stray locks escaping his ponytail away and run his fingers down Yunho's neck line.
Oh, what the hell, he thinks to himself and shifts closer, gently looping an arm around the older man's waist - and another - and blowing warm air into the crook of his neck. Yunho mumbles something he can't quite hear, incoherent and probably nothing that important anyway, and pushes his back against Changmin's chest. "Is it time already?"
"Nope, we still have about an hour and a half", Changmin smiles against Yunho's shoulder.
"Good", Yunho says and pulls Changmin's arms tighter around himself. Changmin sighs and leans in to place a gentle kiss on the spot where Yunho's neck met his shoulders. "They'll catch us sooner or later, you know?"
Yunho stares at the wall of their latest house, recumbent. "I know."
It's only a matter of how you do it.
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"I'm not doing it", Changmin stated as clearly as he could with his forehead pressed against the hard wood, his arms crossed in front of him on a table and his shoulders slumped. Yunho frowned, huffing exaggeratedly and made a pout he knew Changmin couldn't resist. He sneakily slid the folded paper all the way across the table and into Changmin's hand but Changmin abruptly whacked it away and raised his face from the table.
"Which part of no do you not understand, Yunho-yah? We're not attending a pole dance course together - absolutely, admittedly, definitely and undoubtedly no."
Yunho bent over to pick up the crumbled piece of paper from the floor and kneeled in front of Changmin, palms gently rubbing on his knees and moving up to his thighs, pushing his legs apart just little by little. "How about a bet?" Yunho asked, nibbling on his bottom-lip, running his fingers teasingly along Changmin's inner thigh and unzipping his jeans painfully slowly (in Changmin's opinion at least), "If I win, you'll come to the course with me. And if I lose," Changmin's toes curled, "I'll show you a piece of heaven."
"I hate you", Changmin whispered before tangling his fingers in Yunho's dark hair and losing himself in the said man's technique.
Until we meet again.
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Changmin met him on a perfectly normal Monday. It might've been a little warmer than the usual temperature of the season, though. Changmin sat on a bench rolling his ankles in tune with the falling leaves and humming to himself, seemingly pleased over something as trivial as starting in a new school.
He was so absorbed in rhytmically moving, curling and uncurling his toes that he didn't notice the other boy sitting beside him.
"Changmin-ah."
Changmin startled, immediately putting his legs down and turning his head to the source of the sound. He was usually looked down a bit, being the top of his class and known for never having failed a single course in his schooling history which automatically made him a nerd with absolutely no social life or 'normal' interests, so he found himself bothersomely interested in who might've broken the unwritten rule among the students.
His bag fell to the ground as he stood up again. Until we meet again.