this is passion, free from reason
this is passion, free from reason
yunho/changmin
nc-17
when law is reason, free from passion, what is love to two lawyers?
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Every lawyer has a little black book.
Whether it's filled with cases won, cases lost, judges bribed, or times sex has been had with the plaintiff's lawyer, everyone has a little black book that they wouldn't want to share with the world even if their lives depended on it.
For Changmin, as of late, the pages of his book have been dominated by rather frustrated scrawls of Jung Yunho's name.
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As a simple junior associate in one of the biggest law firms in the country, Changmin doesn't really expect to be assigned to top secret, high profile, at the edge of your seat cases. He graduated in the top 3% of his class but it was his cover letter that landed him a position here. Everyone is brilliant, pretty much. He doesn't stand out other than the fact that he's physically attractive, but maybe that's why the partners keep picking him out first for cases; everyone's weaker to a good-looking face and Changmin's nothing if not logical. He'll find you a loophole anywhere and make you a defence out of nothing.
Of course, this doesn't mean he's expecting to show up to work one day only to be steered into a room and sat down with a friend from a long, long time ago.
"Yoochun?" Changmin asks, surprised in a way that he doesn't show, "what...are you doing here?" Stupid question. Why is anyone ever in in a law firm? "I mean," he corrects, "are you in trouble? Do you need help?"
Scratch that, also a stupid question. Micky Yoochun is a busy, busy man who doesn't have time to dick around and visit old high school friends. Known as a "genius composer" who can do no wrong with his tunes, his affection for Mickey Mouse boxers, and his open-secret motto of "I write from where magic lives," the entire country has been captivated by this smoky dandy boy with the cut-your-wrists songs.
Changmin had still been in law school when he had read about the undisclosed settlement between Park Productions and the Disney Corporation.
"Changmin-ah, my Minnie," Yoochun says with a long sigh, his words slurred in lazy hangul, "I'm being sued."
"Okay?"
"By my about to be ex-wife."
Oh. Ouch.
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"That bastard! That bastard, he wants to leave me, I know he does, and the only reason he hasn't done it ye-"
"Please calm do-"
"You calm down!!" Byul shrieks, picking up a jelly bean to flick into Yunho's eye, "do you know what it's like!? Do you know what it has been like for the past two years, washing his clothes, trying to get out that disgusting smell of stale cigarettes and beer and other women, and then having to lie down next to him in bed and spread my legs for him!? Do you know what that's like!?!?!?!?"
Yunho carefully picks out the jelly bean from his cornea and drops it into the trash, clearing his throat as he laces his fingers together on top of his table, casting his eyes downwards so no more small projectiles can be used to blind him. "No, I can't say that I do, I'm sorry." He rummages around in his desk drawer and emerges with a different bowl of candies. "Chocolate?"
"Well, I'm going to divorce him first!!" Byul screams, looking mighty for all of six seconds before she drops heavily into the plush chair behind her, sobbing horribly. Yunho extends the bowl a little more and watches with sympathy as she stuffs her mouth full of chocolates, some of them still wrapped in foil.
"Would you like to talk about it?" he ventures.
The next hour and a half is filled with many incoherent mumblings of sobbed answers through a mouthful of chocolate, and in the end, Yunho comes away with one definitive answer: "he doesn't love me anymore."
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Divorce cases are simple: you meet, you try to work things out, you split possessions the best you can before splitting up physically with someone you can no longer bear to be married to. Changmin's done a few of these already and just because he knows Yoochun and just because Yoochun's famous doesn't make this case any different from the others.
Or so he had thought.
He clears his throat as he sits in the office with his client at his side, looking across the table at one Jung Yunho. He should've known. People like to pit them against one another for whatever reason, the two most promising junior associate attorneys, each from one of the two biggest rival law firms in the country. Aside from the fact that the judges simply like to see two young, attractive men at each other's throats in court, Changmin does have to admit that he and Yunho like to argue with each other with a bit more...fire.
"Byul-"
"Please be quiet, Yoochun," Changmin says, never taking his eyes off of Yunho. "Now," he continues, pushing a stack of papers across the table, "this is the prenuptial agreement signed by both parties prior to marriage. The terms are very clear. What makes your client believe that a legally binding contract will be overlooked in court?"
Yunho smiles that damn smile of his and Changmin feels his leg twitch. The older man (by two years and twelve days, he's counted) runs his hand down his mahogany skinny tie to smooth it out, long fingers curling at the end, making heat pool in the pit of Changmin's stomach.
"Changmin-sshi," Yunho replies silkily, that damn smile quickly morphing into a smirk, "I'm sure you've advised your client that court is the last thing he wants this to carry over to."
"I'll tell them everything!" Byul suddenly interjects, "Just you wait, Park Yoochun! You cheating little conniving son of a-"
"Let's not make this complicated," Changmin interrupts, "the prenup says clearly that-"
"I'll tell them everyth-"
"My client just wants a fair settlement!" Yunho says, trying to speak over Byul's shrieking while calming her down at the same time, "She's been doing your client's bidding for the last two years and she even gave up her career for him! She's had to suffer through countless attacks on her person from Yoochun-sshi's fans, has sacrificed a personal life of any kind, doesn't do anything except put on a good face and act as a great role model for his sake, and-"
"A prenup is a prenup," Changmin states flatly, tapping the paper with an impatient finger.
"I'll write a book," Byul declares.
There's a very long moment of silence.
"And I'll tell everyone everything I saw when I walked in on you in bed with-"
Yoochun reaches over and tears the prenup into little shreds of nothing.
There's another very long moment of silence. A four-way staring match ensues.
"We'll see you at the next arbitration," Yunho says, smiling that same smile again. Changmin tries not to quiver too much until Yunho leads Byul out the door and turns the corner, letting out a long sigh, sagging a bit in his chair.
He turns to look at Yoochun. "Look, we don't even know each other that well anymore, but you need to tell me the truth, Yoochun. All of it, including the worst possible details. You're famous, really, really famous, and you have an image to uphold. You don't want this going to court, trust me! Witnesses will have to be called and whoever it was that she caught you in bed with, well, she'll be brought up to the stand to testi-"
"Wasn't a she," Yoochun interrupts quietly.
"Okay, whoever he is is going to-" Changmin cuts off abruptly, blinking a few times. "Wait, what?"
"Do you know..." Yoochun asks, dragging his sentence out and twists in his seat in a way that shows he's clearly uncomfortable, "You know how recently, I've been working a lot with Visual Shock Industries..."
"...Yes..."
"You know how people say I've found my soulmate in music..."
"...Yes..."
"You know how soulmates are meant for each other..."
"You're having sex with Kim Jaejoong?"
"'Having sex' is such a strong expression!" Yoochun offer eagerly, waving his hands around in a vague gesture. "I prefer...um..."
"Oh, god," Changmin groans.
---
Sometime between discovering his old friend's new interest in poles instead of holes and meeting up for the next arbitration, Changmin finds himself at the local high-end lounge, tapping a nail listlessly against a shotglass of tequila. He hates this stuff, really, but it's the only thing that seems to take the edge off these days.
"Will you quit brooding and just admit that you're happy I called you?" Yunho teases, knocking his shoulder with Changmin's. "You're going to lose this case, you know. And I know how much you hate losing."
Changmin smirks and turns to look Yunho right in the eye. Of course, it would help if he still had the ability to focus, but that's what happens when you take too many shots of liquor in quick succession. "Your client's threatening mine with a book. A book! I can smell defamation and slander from a mile away."
"Right, like anyone's going to care after they find out that your client cheated on his wife with another-"
"Want to come back to my hotel?" Changmin blurts out, reaching over to grab Yunho's wrist. "We should talk about this in private."
There's a moment of hesitation where Changmin's actually unsure of Yunho's answer, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief when Yunho motions to pay the tab.
"You're too young to be an alcoholic, anyway," Yunho whispers into Changmin's ear, easily sliding an arm around the younger man's waist to haul him off the barstool. "There are other ways to take your mind off of things, you know..."
They catch a cab together, Changmin sobering up along the way, but even when they get back to the hotel, he isn't any less certain of what he wants.
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"We need to stop meeting like this," Yunho says with a chuckle, the words muffled and quiet as his lips roam over Changmin's skin, mapping a journey of kisses to the south, tongue and teeth helping to mark a trail along the way. "Just admit it, you can't keep your hands off of me."
"Shut up and do something better with your mouth!" Changmin groans and fists a hand into Yunho's hair, pushing and pushing until there's a wet heat at the tip of his cock. Gasping, Changmin drags Yunho down and lets out a torn cry of pleasure when the older man concedes without a fight, lips stretched warm and hot around his cock, tongue flicking at the slit before Changmin suddenly finds his cock nudging the back of Yunho's throat. Sober enough to know that he should pretend to be drunk, Changmin jerks his hips up, mumbling random words and legal jargon, so incoherent that Yunho actually starts laughing and chokes on his cock.
Coughing a bit, Yunho sits back and gives Changmin a big, happy smile, fingers rubbing at Changmin's hipbones before he stretches himself over the younger man's body. "When are you just going to admit it to yourself?" he asks softly, kissing Changmin on the lips. His tongue slips into Changmin's mouth and he swallows the moan Changmin willingly gives to taste himself on Yunho's tongue.
God, it's been nearly three months since the last time he went head to head with Yunho in a case. Three horrible, celibate, lonely months where the only action his cock had seen was trusty Mrs. Righty and his cock's unpredictable mistress, Miss Lefty.
"Nothing to admit..." As firm denials go, it's a bit weak, especially as he's reaching for a tube of lube he reserves specially for these ocassions.
Something like disappointment flashes in Yunho's eyes and Changmin startles, but the moment passes too soon for him to ponder on it. Blinking stupidly, Changmin barely even knows what's happening before his legs are being pushed apart, moaning like a whore when fingers reach between his spread legs to play with his hole.
He's ashamed to admit it, but fucking fuck, he doesn't give a shit about being a lawyer when he's in bed with Yunho like this. His career is a just an occupational requirement for getting him here at all.
"Yunho," he moans, dragging the older man down by the hair to kiss wet and sloppy, his tongue shoved into Yunho's mouth. Changmin moans again after minimal prep, then promptly bites Yunho's tongue as he's filled without any hesitance, feeling like he's being pushed apart and taken and all those good things that come from sex with Yunho. He pants into the older man's mouth and arches, gasping for air when Yunho finally settles that abnormally massive cock in his ass, nails digging into Yunho's back.
"Still nothing to admit?" Yunho asks, his voice appropriately breathless, "really, Changmin-ah? Nothing at all?"
Changmin closes his eyes for a moment before shaking his head. "Nothing at all."
This fuck session is like any other fuck session. Changmin remembers the last time with vivid clarity, the way Yunho's back muscles had bunched with each thrust Changmin had forced into him, fingers gripping the edges of an unsturdy kitchen table, the older man's delicious cries of pain-tinged pleasure. Yunho's such an M on bottom. And now, the memory's getting fucked right out of Changmin's head as Yunho pounds into him, fucking him into the mattress hard enough to shove him all the way into the headboard.
Neck bent at an awkward angle, Changmin splutters for air, pinned down mercilessly by Yunho's big hands every time he tries to reach down and touch himself.
He's been sober for a while. And for whatever reason, he always comes faster when he has socks on.
Yunho's in great shape. He lasts and lasts and lasts longer than the Energizer Bunny and he never comes when he's on top until Changmin does.
Late into the night, after the people in the neighboring hotel room have banged on the wall and told them to shut the fuck up about fucking, Changmin arches against Yunho's body, crying out hoarsely with pleasure as Yunho's cock jabs into his prostate again. He can't take this, really can't. He's so strung out now, exhausted beyond belief, hair sticking to his forehead and temples with sweat, the besheet under his back soaked through.
"Changmin," Yunho growls into his ear, tongue tracing the inside until Changmin mewls with pleasure, "you sure there's nothing?"
Too incoherent to answer, Changmin just whines and arches higher, pressing himself against Yunho's chest, clinging tightly as he bucks his hips. Anything, just a little rub against his cock...
Yunho sighs before speeding up, hips snapping without rhythm or control, closing his eyes to better take in the way Changmin's whimpering and crying out. It's always the mindless noises that he's loved the most, even if he never says so.
Feeling sorry for the younger man, he arches his own spine so Changmin's cock can rub against his abdomen, sucking in a deep breath at the slick, hot slide of Changmin's erection against his skin. Changmin is really so selfish. No warning except nails that almost draw blood from his back and Changmin's coming with a low, husky groan, his muscles jumping and tense from orgasm. Thick white come spurts all over his belly and chest and Yunho lets out a quiet breath of relief, bunching the sheets in his hands as he relaxes his own muscles in order to jerk even faster.
"Yunho...Yunho..." Changmin moans, whining happily as Yunho fucks him through the afterglow. He gasps and shudders hard when he feels liquid heat fill him and warm him from the inside out, wondering distantly why it is neither of them ever seem to have a condom on hand when they sleep together.
When Yunho finally collapses on top of him, Changmin's past halfway to dreamland. He can feel very distantly the way Yunho's fingers start to play with his hair and the soft kisses pressed to his lips and skin, but he's far too tired to do anything to return such kindness. One of these days, he'll be warmer. He'll kiss Yunho for a few minutes before he goes to bed, he'll concede to the post-coital cuddling, he'll share a real emotion or two instead of smirk about what a great lay Yunho can be.
Lawyers sleep with each other all the time, especially the good-looking ones. It's a natural thing, an expected thing, and Changmin supposes he's lucky he got the chance to catch the eye of someone as well-rounded and kind as Jung Yunho.
One of these days, he'll admit it. He really will. Whenever he gets a chance to admit it to himself.
---
"Shit," Changmin mumbles first thing in the morning, a dull headache throbbing between his eyes, but that's small beans compared to the terrific ache in his ass. "Yunho-"
"Be quiet," Yunho whispers. Changmin almost whimpers when a cool, comforting hand lands on his forehead, fingers eventually finding their way to his temples. "I already got you four cups of water and two ibuprofen. I'll help you take them whenever you decide you want to stop being a lump."
"You're fantastic," Changmin slurs, cracking an eye open to see Yunho's gorgeous, smiling face.
"I know."
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Jung Yunho.
For the thirty-seventh time. He might as well start calling this his little black book of Yunho's name.
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"Are you alright?" Yoochun asks, eyes wide at the way Changmin can't seem to stop squirming in his seat.
Yunho looks at the ceiling and starts whistling, ignoring the scowl and blush on Changmin's cheeks.
"Fine," he snaps, getting papers out of his bag before pushing them over to Yunho's side of the table. "These are the new terms my client has agreed to. As you can read for yourself, Byul-sshi may keep the house, my client will keep the dog, and she's entitled to 50% of all of my client's income for spousal support. I think you'll see that that's more than fair."
Changmin watches Yunho look over the document with a critical eye. God, Yunho is so gorgeous when he's concentrating. Eyes focused, lips pressed together in a way that draws your attention to their plumpness, the lower one calling out to be sucked on while the upper one boasts about its beautiful bow and beauty mark. Those lips lead your eyes to his sharp, angular jawline, so good to lick and kiss and nuzzle against, a curl of silghtly longer than unspoken regulation length black hair teasing at the jut of his jaw bone. Fucking hell, the gods sure made this one with a little more favor than the others.
Yunho looks up and suddenly catches his eye, startling Changmin completely. "Confidentiality clause?" he asks, looking at Changmin from above the dark frames sitting on his nose.
"Very specific," Changmin answers, "your client is never to mention a word of the private affairs that have transpired between her and my client during their marriage. Any leaked information, even if a rumor, will result in immediate legal action. Yoochun-sshi has gone above and beyond to satisfy-"
"No," Byul interrupts. Three sets of eyes turn to her. "That's not enough."
Yunho looks at Changmin quickly before looking back at her. "Byul-sshi," he says softly, "we should discuss this. You don't want to make a rash-"
"It's not enough!" she states clearly, slamming her hand down on the table. "Yoochun, Yoochun-ah, yeobo!! Why are you doing this to me!?"
"Me!?" Yoochun asks, face a mask of nothing but distress, "how have I done anything to-"
"You cheated on me! With a man!! With that pretty flower boy Kim Jaejoong and all I thought you were doing was going out for drinks and partying! I never said a thing about the other woman but cheating on me with a man!? I can't even hate him for it! I just have the wrong bits and parts, don't I!?"
She stops ranting to cry and Changmin feels his sympathy give way to her, but sympathy and forgiveness have nothing to do with being an effective lawyer. "Yoochun-" he starts.
"What happened to us, Yoochun-ah?" Byul chokes out, her voice thick with tears, "You're my Yoochun and I'm your Byul! I'm the stars in your sky, remember? That's what you told me when you proposed and I was scared but you told me it would always be okay because I'd make everything bright so you could always find your way back to me! What happened to that? Why don't you love me anymore!?"
And then, the realization hits Changmin and Yunho at the same time.
She doesn't actually want to get divorced. She couldn't care less about the house or the assets or the confidentiality clause. She doesn't want the damn dog out of spite.
She wants Yoochun.
And she'll try to take everything away from him, drag him through the mud, slander his name and ruin his entire life to leave him with nothing just so she can have him again.
In a way, Changmin supposes that that's what love is really like. Fuck the selfless, altruistic bullshit that the deluded, preachy abstractionists like to say about loving something and setting it free. Love is so hard to find in the world. Who wouldn't fight for it? Play dirty for it? Do everything they can just to hang onto it?
"Can you excuse us for a minute?" Yoochun asks, his face drawn, looking at Byul as she sobs into her hands.
"I wouldn't suggest you be left alone without-"
"I don't care what you suggest right now," Yoochun says sharply, "and it wasn't a question, it was me telling you to get out."
Changmin smiles, muting it as best he can as he nods, gesturing at Yunho to get up. "Yes, sir."
---
"What do you think they're talking about?" Yunho asks, leaning against the glass wall, looking in on Yoochun holding Byul in his arms. "I wonder if they're going to work it out."
"I hope so," Changmin replies, "A consensual divorce is a lot easier than a contested one, but god, no divorce at all is even better."
"Didn't peg you for an advocate of marriage."
"You don't know a lot about me," Changmin says, sniffing as he turns up his nose, peeking at Yunho out of one eye.
Yunho sighs and doesn't answer. Changmin's smile slowly slips away and he turns to look at Yunho again, tilting his head to the side to look at the older man in quiet curiousity.
Before he can say anything, the doors open and Yoochun steps out, a different kind of look in his eyes. Byul is standing behind him and wiping at her eyes but her other hand is grasped firmly in Yoochun's. Changmin smiles.
"Forget the whole thing," Yoochun says, pulling Byul closer before shielding her away in his arms. "This was all a mistake. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Changmin-ah."
"Sorry, Yunho-sshi," Byul echoes quietly.
Changmin shakes his head quickly, reaching out to shake Yoochun's hand. "Take care of yourself."
"Yeah, you too."
He and Yunho watch the newly reconciled couple leave hand in hand, Yoochun placing a soft kiss on Byul's forehead right before the elevator doors close. It really is that easy. People need lawyers all the time because they're fickle and rash, and at the same time, things resolve themselves in the blink of an eye just when you think nothing can be fixed anymore.
"It's good he wants to protect her," Changmin says quietly, turning to look at Yunho. "Getting divorced just because you fall out of love is almost as stupid as getting married just because you fall into it."
"I wonder if he really does," Yunho muses out loud, "want to protect her, I mean."
Changmin blinks in surprise. "What?"
"She wasn't willing to let go of him without a fight. A really long, hard, publicized, painful fight in court."
"...So..."
"Did that look more like resignation or acceptance to you?" Yunho asks, leaning close to stare into Changmin's eyes. "Who do you think would've been put on the witness stand to be cross-examined and torn apart until every little dirty detail was put out there? And who do you think receives more sympathy? The wronged wife or the mistress who happens to be a man and one of the biggest idols around right now? The so-called soulmate that every critic is glorifying and saying makes 'sweet music' with the magic touch from Park Productions?"
Changmin stares at Yunho in stunned silence, unable to utter a word. He doesn't know if it's because Yunho's older and has had more experience but he never even took this case very seriously. Would it really be this intricate?
"People surprise you all the time when they're in love," Yunho says softly, looking at Changmin a little longer before he turns away. "You just have to learn to be able to see it."
After the elevator doors close, Changmin realizes with a start that for the first time since he's started learning law, he's just missed a cue.
---
"Hey Junsu-yah," Changmin says quietly, kicking gently at the hotdog cart sitting outside of the courthouse. He's just won another insignificant case about a DUI, pleading his client out after proving wrongful arrest. Another day, another case, another day goes by that he doesn't see Yunho and he's too chickenshit to call.
Junsu sighs and gets Changmin a really big hotdog, topping it with a myriad of preserved things that are bad for you in three thousand ways. "Changmin-ah, are you depressed? Here, have an Italian Sausage. I love them, they're so good."
"I'm sure," Changmin mutters, "regale me one day about your crazy orgies with Mario and Luigi, yeah?"
Junsu lets out such a put-upon sigh and doesn't respond, choosing to flick some relish at Changmin's face instead. "If you're bitter and depressed, don't bring it over here and turn away business. Appreciate my free hot dogs!"
"Can I get one too?" a voice suddenly asks from Changmin's left. He startles, mouth full of hotdog, mustard and relish and ketchup smeared all over his face.
"Yunho!!"
"Don't talk," Yunho interrupts, edging away a little to wipe the soggy bread pieces that Changmin just spewed at him off of his face. "You sure know how to greet people, Changmin."
Changmin's still so busy staring and being a social tumor that it takes Junsu running the hotdog cart over his foot for him to react. "Yunho-sshi!" he blurts out, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his brand new Armani suit, uncaring of the unremovable condiment stains that cling to the expensive fabric immediately, "I haven't- you- it's been-"
"Good to see you too," Yunho replies, giving Changmin that same smile that makes Changmin's stomach flip. "Have any plans?"
Changmin quickly shakes his head.
"Really? That's too bad. I've got a date tonight."
From a very distant part of his brain, Changmin realizes that he should stop looking so crushed. But Yunho's words echo through his heart like a shriek echoes through an empty hallway and all he can do is stare. A date? A real, honest, legit date?
"Changmin, you okay?"
"Y-yeah, okay, yeah," Changmin breathes out. And this is the moment. This is the moment where he finally admits it to himself. "Actually," he finds himself saying, a humorless smile tugging at his lips, "no, I'm not okay. I'm not okay, Yunho."
Yunho glances at Junsu before giving a quick nod, grabbing Changmin by the wrist to lead him away, pulling the younger man close so they can talk a little more privately. "I wish you'd be okay, Changmin-ah."
"Well that's just too bad, isn't it?" Changmin says bitterly, "I really thought that you and I- you know, I really- and you have a fucking da-"
"I wouldn't want to take you to the movies tonight if you're not feeling well," Yunho interrupts, smiling a little as he takes out two movie tickets from his pocket.
Changmin stares and stares and feels like he wants to cry so he punches Yunho in the arm instead. Then he really does tear up a little and fumbles his little black book out of his briefcase, then hits Yunho in the head with his briefcase. "Look at this!" he screams, turning to the last few pages, showing the older man all the scribbles of his name, "I drew a fucking heart around your name like I'm some prepubescent girl!! What are you going to do about this, you bastard!?"
Yunho starts laughing and Changmin can't help but laugh as while, swiping at his eyes before he reaches forward to tug Yunho close. He throws his arms around Yunho's neck and gets the life squeezed out of him in a bear hug only Yunho is capable of giving, smiling so hard that he can barely see.
"You have anything to admit to me, yet?" Yunho asks softly, leaving a barely there kiss to Changmin's neck. "We've already been through a divorce together, Changmin-ah. How much longer do you want me to wait?"
Changmin shakes his head quietly. He brings his fingers to Yunho's cheeks, gently tracing the older man's scar before moving his hands to the back of Yunho's neck, pulling him in for a long, sorely-missed kiss. Parting his lips when he needs to breathe, Changmin inhales just as Yunho slips a tongue into his mouth and he melts from head to toe, suddenly clinging again, smiling against Yunho's lips when Yunho clings onto him right back.
"I'll admit it to you," he whispers once the kiss breaks, looking at Yunho through his eyelashes. "After our movie, and after dinner. Come over, I'll cook for you."
"Pick you up at six?"
"Come home with me right now."
"Then we won't ever make it to the movie and you know we'll end up ordering pizza at 11pm."
Changmin smiles. "Would that be so bad?"
Yunho smiles too, kissing Changmin sweetly on the lips. "Tell me first."
"Somewhere along the way, between the thirty-seven times we had sex and I doodled your name with floating bubbly hearts into my little black book," Changmin says, trying to keep a straight face, "I changed from needing someone in general to needing you in particular. And it isn't about going to bed with you at night, it's about waking up next to you in the morning and having you take care of me when I'm too hung over from the previous night because I was too scared to let you see that I needed you, not just that I wanted you." He blushes so hard for saying these things so clearly, but he owes Yunho at least this much. "Can I tell you the rest later, please? I think the plaintiff's lawyer from my earlier case is pointing at me and taking pictures."
Yunho laughs smooth and husky, nodding as he kisses Changmin on the cheek. "So take me home, Changmin-ah. I think I've waited long enough."
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this was inspired by the good wife after i marathoned that fantastic show all in one sitting roflrofl. i never thought i'd never be able to grit out lawyer!fic but it's finally done! :'D but damn, i loved writing them as lawyers. it felt good to have my fandom and my major collide LOLOL ;_; i'll have to do it again soon 8DDDD ♥ thanks for reading! :3
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yunho/changmin
nc-17
when law is reason, free from passion, what is love to two lawyers?
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Every lawyer has a little black book.
Whether it's filled with cases won, cases lost, judges bribed, or times sex has been had with the plaintiff's lawyer, everyone has a little black book that they wouldn't want to share with the world even if their lives depended on it.
For Changmin, as of late, the pages of his book have been dominated by rather frustrated scrawls of Jung Yunho's name.
---
As a simple junior associate in one of the biggest law firms in the country, Changmin doesn't really expect to be assigned to top secret, high profile, at the edge of your seat cases. He graduated in the top 3% of his class but it was his cover letter that landed him a position here. Everyone is brilliant, pretty much. He doesn't stand out other than the fact that he's physically attractive, but maybe that's why the partners keep picking him out first for cases; everyone's weaker to a good-looking face and Changmin's nothing if not logical. He'll find you a loophole anywhere and make you a defence out of nothing.
Of course, this doesn't mean he's expecting to show up to work one day only to be steered into a room and sat down with a friend from a long, long time ago.
"Yoochun?" Changmin asks, surprised in a way that he doesn't show, "what...are you doing here?" Stupid question. Why is anyone ever in in a law firm? "I mean," he corrects, "are you in trouble? Do you need help?"
Scratch that, also a stupid question. Micky Yoochun is a busy, busy man who doesn't have time to dick around and visit old high school friends. Known as a "genius composer" who can do no wrong with his tunes, his affection for Mickey Mouse boxers, and his open-secret motto of "I write from where magic lives," the entire country has been captivated by this smoky dandy boy with the cut-your-wrists songs.
Changmin had still been in law school when he had read about the undisclosed settlement between Park Productions and the Disney Corporation.
"Changmin-ah, my Minnie," Yoochun says with a long sigh, his words slurred in lazy hangul, "I'm being sued."
"Okay?"
"By my about to be ex-wife."
Oh. Ouch.
---
"That bastard! That bastard, he wants to leave me, I know he does, and the only reason he hasn't done it ye-"
"Please calm do-"
"You calm down!!" Byul shrieks, picking up a jelly bean to flick into Yunho's eye, "do you know what it's like!? Do you know what it has been like for the past two years, washing his clothes, trying to get out that disgusting smell of stale cigarettes and beer and other women, and then having to lie down next to him in bed and spread my legs for him!? Do you know what that's like!?!?!?!?"
Yunho carefully picks out the jelly bean from his cornea and drops it into the trash, clearing his throat as he laces his fingers together on top of his table, casting his eyes downwards so no more small projectiles can be used to blind him. "No, I can't say that I do, I'm sorry." He rummages around in his desk drawer and emerges with a different bowl of candies. "Chocolate?"
"Well, I'm going to divorce him first!!" Byul screams, looking mighty for all of six seconds before she drops heavily into the plush chair behind her, sobbing horribly. Yunho extends the bowl a little more and watches with sympathy as she stuffs her mouth full of chocolates, some of them still wrapped in foil.
"Would you like to talk about it?" he ventures.
The next hour and a half is filled with many incoherent mumblings of sobbed answers through a mouthful of chocolate, and in the end, Yunho comes away with one definitive answer: "he doesn't love me anymore."
---
Divorce cases are simple: you meet, you try to work things out, you split possessions the best you can before splitting up physically with someone you can no longer bear to be married to. Changmin's done a few of these already and just because he knows Yoochun and just because Yoochun's famous doesn't make this case any different from the others.
Or so he had thought.
He clears his throat as he sits in the office with his client at his side, looking across the table at one Jung Yunho. He should've known. People like to pit them against one another for whatever reason, the two most promising junior associate attorneys, each from one of the two biggest rival law firms in the country. Aside from the fact that the judges simply like to see two young, attractive men at each other's throats in court, Changmin does have to admit that he and Yunho like to argue with each other with a bit more...fire.
"Byul-"
"Please be quiet, Yoochun," Changmin says, never taking his eyes off of Yunho. "Now," he continues, pushing a stack of papers across the table, "this is the prenuptial agreement signed by both parties prior to marriage. The terms are very clear. What makes your client believe that a legally binding contract will be overlooked in court?"
Yunho smiles that damn smile of his and Changmin feels his leg twitch. The older man (by two years and twelve days, he's counted) runs his hand down his mahogany skinny tie to smooth it out, long fingers curling at the end, making heat pool in the pit of Changmin's stomach.
"Changmin-sshi," Yunho replies silkily, that damn smile quickly morphing into a smirk, "I'm sure you've advised your client that court is the last thing he wants this to carry over to."
"I'll tell them everything!" Byul suddenly interjects, "Just you wait, Park Yoochun! You cheating little conniving son of a-"
"Let's not make this complicated," Changmin interrupts, "the prenup says clearly that-"
"I'll tell them everyth-"
"My client just wants a fair settlement!" Yunho says, trying to speak over Byul's shrieking while calming her down at the same time, "She's been doing your client's bidding for the last two years and she even gave up her career for him! She's had to suffer through countless attacks on her person from Yoochun-sshi's fans, has sacrificed a personal life of any kind, doesn't do anything except put on a good face and act as a great role model for his sake, and-"
"A prenup is a prenup," Changmin states flatly, tapping the paper with an impatient finger.
"I'll write a book," Byul declares.
There's a very long moment of silence.
"And I'll tell everyone everything I saw when I walked in on you in bed with-"
Yoochun reaches over and tears the prenup into little shreds of nothing.
There's another very long moment of silence. A four-way staring match ensues.
"We'll see you at the next arbitration," Yunho says, smiling that same smile again. Changmin tries not to quiver too much until Yunho leads Byul out the door and turns the corner, letting out a long sigh, sagging a bit in his chair.
He turns to look at Yoochun. "Look, we don't even know each other that well anymore, but you need to tell me the truth, Yoochun. All of it, including the worst possible details. You're famous, really, really famous, and you have an image to uphold. You don't want this going to court, trust me! Witnesses will have to be called and whoever it was that she caught you in bed with, well, she'll be brought up to the stand to testi-"
"Wasn't a she," Yoochun interrupts quietly.
"Okay, whoever he is is going to-" Changmin cuts off abruptly, blinking a few times. "Wait, what?"
"Do you know..." Yoochun asks, dragging his sentence out and twists in his seat in a way that shows he's clearly uncomfortable, "You know how recently, I've been working a lot with Visual Shock Industries..."
"...Yes..."
"You know how people say I've found my soulmate in music..."
"...Yes..."
"You know how soulmates are meant for each other..."
"You're having sex with Kim Jaejoong?"
"'Having sex' is such a strong expression!" Yoochun offer eagerly, waving his hands around in a vague gesture. "I prefer...um..."
"Oh, god," Changmin groans.
---
Sometime between discovering his old friend's new interest in poles instead of holes and meeting up for the next arbitration, Changmin finds himself at the local high-end lounge, tapping a nail listlessly against a shotglass of tequila. He hates this stuff, really, but it's the only thing that seems to take the edge off these days.
"Will you quit brooding and just admit that you're happy I called you?" Yunho teases, knocking his shoulder with Changmin's. "You're going to lose this case, you know. And I know how much you hate losing."
Changmin smirks and turns to look Yunho right in the eye. Of course, it would help if he still had the ability to focus, but that's what happens when you take too many shots of liquor in quick succession. "Your client's threatening mine with a book. A book! I can smell defamation and slander from a mile away."
"Right, like anyone's going to care after they find out that your client cheated on his wife with another-"
"Want to come back to my hotel?" Changmin blurts out, reaching over to grab Yunho's wrist. "We should talk about this in private."
There's a moment of hesitation where Changmin's actually unsure of Yunho's answer, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief when Yunho motions to pay the tab.
"You're too young to be an alcoholic, anyway," Yunho whispers into Changmin's ear, easily sliding an arm around the younger man's waist to haul him off the barstool. "There are other ways to take your mind off of things, you know..."
They catch a cab together, Changmin sobering up along the way, but even when they get back to the hotel, he isn't any less certain of what he wants.
---
"We need to stop meeting like this," Yunho says with a chuckle, the words muffled and quiet as his lips roam over Changmin's skin, mapping a journey of kisses to the south, tongue and teeth helping to mark a trail along the way. "Just admit it, you can't keep your hands off of me."
"Shut up and do something better with your mouth!" Changmin groans and fists a hand into Yunho's hair, pushing and pushing until there's a wet heat at the tip of his cock. Gasping, Changmin drags Yunho down and lets out a torn cry of pleasure when the older man concedes without a fight, lips stretched warm and hot around his cock, tongue flicking at the slit before Changmin suddenly finds his cock nudging the back of Yunho's throat. Sober enough to know that he should pretend to be drunk, Changmin jerks his hips up, mumbling random words and legal jargon, so incoherent that Yunho actually starts laughing and chokes on his cock.
Coughing a bit, Yunho sits back and gives Changmin a big, happy smile, fingers rubbing at Changmin's hipbones before he stretches himself over the younger man's body. "When are you just going to admit it to yourself?" he asks softly, kissing Changmin on the lips. His tongue slips into Changmin's mouth and he swallows the moan Changmin willingly gives to taste himself on Yunho's tongue.
God, it's been nearly three months since the last time he went head to head with Yunho in a case. Three horrible, celibate, lonely months where the only action his cock had seen was trusty Mrs. Righty and his cock's unpredictable mistress, Miss Lefty.
"Nothing to admit..." As firm denials go, it's a bit weak, especially as he's reaching for a tube of lube he reserves specially for these ocassions.
Something like disappointment flashes in Yunho's eyes and Changmin startles, but the moment passes too soon for him to ponder on it. Blinking stupidly, Changmin barely even knows what's happening before his legs are being pushed apart, moaning like a whore when fingers reach between his spread legs to play with his hole.
He's ashamed to admit it, but fucking fuck, he doesn't give a shit about being a lawyer when he's in bed with Yunho like this. His career is a just an occupational requirement for getting him here at all.
"Yunho," he moans, dragging the older man down by the hair to kiss wet and sloppy, his tongue shoved into Yunho's mouth. Changmin moans again after minimal prep, then promptly bites Yunho's tongue as he's filled without any hesitance, feeling like he's being pushed apart and taken and all those good things that come from sex with Yunho. He pants into the older man's mouth and arches, gasping for air when Yunho finally settles that abnormally massive cock in his ass, nails digging into Yunho's back.
"Still nothing to admit?" Yunho asks, his voice appropriately breathless, "really, Changmin-ah? Nothing at all?"
Changmin closes his eyes for a moment before shaking his head. "Nothing at all."
This fuck session is like any other fuck session. Changmin remembers the last time with vivid clarity, the way Yunho's back muscles had bunched with each thrust Changmin had forced into him, fingers gripping the edges of an unsturdy kitchen table, the older man's delicious cries of pain-tinged pleasure. Yunho's such an M on bottom. And now, the memory's getting fucked right out of Changmin's head as Yunho pounds into him, fucking him into the mattress hard enough to shove him all the way into the headboard.
Neck bent at an awkward angle, Changmin splutters for air, pinned down mercilessly by Yunho's big hands every time he tries to reach down and touch himself.
He's been sober for a while. And for whatever reason, he always comes faster when he has socks on.
Yunho's in great shape. He lasts and lasts and lasts longer than the Energizer Bunny and he never comes when he's on top until Changmin does.
Late into the night, after the people in the neighboring hotel room have banged on the wall and told them to shut the fuck up about fucking, Changmin arches against Yunho's body, crying out hoarsely with pleasure as Yunho's cock jabs into his prostate again. He can't take this, really can't. He's so strung out now, exhausted beyond belief, hair sticking to his forehead and temples with sweat, the besheet under his back soaked through.
"Changmin," Yunho growls into his ear, tongue tracing the inside until Changmin mewls with pleasure, "you sure there's nothing?"
Too incoherent to answer, Changmin just whines and arches higher, pressing himself against Yunho's chest, clinging tightly as he bucks his hips. Anything, just a little rub against his cock...
Yunho sighs before speeding up, hips snapping without rhythm or control, closing his eyes to better take in the way Changmin's whimpering and crying out. It's always the mindless noises that he's loved the most, even if he never says so.
Feeling sorry for the younger man, he arches his own spine so Changmin's cock can rub against his abdomen, sucking in a deep breath at the slick, hot slide of Changmin's erection against his skin. Changmin is really so selfish. No warning except nails that almost draw blood from his back and Changmin's coming with a low, husky groan, his muscles jumping and tense from orgasm. Thick white come spurts all over his belly and chest and Yunho lets out a quiet breath of relief, bunching the sheets in his hands as he relaxes his own muscles in order to jerk even faster.
"Yunho...Yunho..." Changmin moans, whining happily as Yunho fucks him through the afterglow. He gasps and shudders hard when he feels liquid heat fill him and warm him from the inside out, wondering distantly why it is neither of them ever seem to have a condom on hand when they sleep together.
When Yunho finally collapses on top of him, Changmin's past halfway to dreamland. He can feel very distantly the way Yunho's fingers start to play with his hair and the soft kisses pressed to his lips and skin, but he's far too tired to do anything to return such kindness. One of these days, he'll be warmer. He'll kiss Yunho for a few minutes before he goes to bed, he'll concede to the post-coital cuddling, he'll share a real emotion or two instead of smirk about what a great lay Yunho can be.
Lawyers sleep with each other all the time, especially the good-looking ones. It's a natural thing, an expected thing, and Changmin supposes he's lucky he got the chance to catch the eye of someone as well-rounded and kind as Jung Yunho.
One of these days, he'll admit it. He really will. Whenever he gets a chance to admit it to himself.
---
"Shit," Changmin mumbles first thing in the morning, a dull headache throbbing between his eyes, but that's small beans compared to the terrific ache in his ass. "Yunho-"
"Be quiet," Yunho whispers. Changmin almost whimpers when a cool, comforting hand lands on his forehead, fingers eventually finding their way to his temples. "I already got you four cups of water and two ibuprofen. I'll help you take them whenever you decide you want to stop being a lump."
"You're fantastic," Changmin slurs, cracking an eye open to see Yunho's gorgeous, smiling face.
"I know."
---
Jung Yunho.
For the thirty-seventh time. He might as well start calling this his little black book of Yunho's name.
---
"Are you alright?" Yoochun asks, eyes wide at the way Changmin can't seem to stop squirming in his seat.
Yunho looks at the ceiling and starts whistling, ignoring the scowl and blush on Changmin's cheeks.
"Fine," he snaps, getting papers out of his bag before pushing them over to Yunho's side of the table. "These are the new terms my client has agreed to. As you can read for yourself, Byul-sshi may keep the house, my client will keep the dog, and she's entitled to 50% of all of my client's income for spousal support. I think you'll see that that's more than fair."
Changmin watches Yunho look over the document with a critical eye. God, Yunho is so gorgeous when he's concentrating. Eyes focused, lips pressed together in a way that draws your attention to their plumpness, the lower one calling out to be sucked on while the upper one boasts about its beautiful bow and beauty mark. Those lips lead your eyes to his sharp, angular jawline, so good to lick and kiss and nuzzle against, a curl of silghtly longer than unspoken regulation length black hair teasing at the jut of his jaw bone. Fucking hell, the gods sure made this one with a little more favor than the others.
Yunho looks up and suddenly catches his eye, startling Changmin completely. "Confidentiality clause?" he asks, looking at Changmin from above the dark frames sitting on his nose.
"Very specific," Changmin answers, "your client is never to mention a word of the private affairs that have transpired between her and my client during their marriage. Any leaked information, even if a rumor, will result in immediate legal action. Yoochun-sshi has gone above and beyond to satisfy-"
"No," Byul interrupts. Three sets of eyes turn to her. "That's not enough."
Yunho looks at Changmin quickly before looking back at her. "Byul-sshi," he says softly, "we should discuss this. You don't want to make a rash-"
"It's not enough!" she states clearly, slamming her hand down on the table. "Yoochun, Yoochun-ah, yeobo!! Why are you doing this to me!?"
"Me!?" Yoochun asks, face a mask of nothing but distress, "how have I done anything to-"
"You cheated on me! With a man!! With that pretty flower boy Kim Jaejoong and all I thought you were doing was going out for drinks and partying! I never said a thing about the other woman but cheating on me with a man!? I can't even hate him for it! I just have the wrong bits and parts, don't I!?"
She stops ranting to cry and Changmin feels his sympathy give way to her, but sympathy and forgiveness have nothing to do with being an effective lawyer. "Yoochun-" he starts.
"What happened to us, Yoochun-ah?" Byul chokes out, her voice thick with tears, "You're my Yoochun and I'm your Byul! I'm the stars in your sky, remember? That's what you told me when you proposed and I was scared but you told me it would always be okay because I'd make everything bright so you could always find your way back to me! What happened to that? Why don't you love me anymore!?"
And then, the realization hits Changmin and Yunho at the same time.
She doesn't actually want to get divorced. She couldn't care less about the house or the assets or the confidentiality clause. She doesn't want the damn dog out of spite.
She wants Yoochun.
And she'll try to take everything away from him, drag him through the mud, slander his name and ruin his entire life to leave him with nothing just so she can have him again.
In a way, Changmin supposes that that's what love is really like. Fuck the selfless, altruistic bullshit that the deluded, preachy abstractionists like to say about loving something and setting it free. Love is so hard to find in the world. Who wouldn't fight for it? Play dirty for it? Do everything they can just to hang onto it?
"Can you excuse us for a minute?" Yoochun asks, his face drawn, looking at Byul as she sobs into her hands.
"I wouldn't suggest you be left alone without-"
"I don't care what you suggest right now," Yoochun says sharply, "and it wasn't a question, it was me telling you to get out."
Changmin smiles, muting it as best he can as he nods, gesturing at Yunho to get up. "Yes, sir."
---
"What do you think they're talking about?" Yunho asks, leaning against the glass wall, looking in on Yoochun holding Byul in his arms. "I wonder if they're going to work it out."
"I hope so," Changmin replies, "A consensual divorce is a lot easier than a contested one, but god, no divorce at all is even better."
"Didn't peg you for an advocate of marriage."
"You don't know a lot about me," Changmin says, sniffing as he turns up his nose, peeking at Yunho out of one eye.
Yunho sighs and doesn't answer. Changmin's smile slowly slips away and he turns to look at Yunho again, tilting his head to the side to look at the older man in quiet curiousity.
Before he can say anything, the doors open and Yoochun steps out, a different kind of look in his eyes. Byul is standing behind him and wiping at her eyes but her other hand is grasped firmly in Yoochun's. Changmin smiles.
"Forget the whole thing," Yoochun says, pulling Byul closer before shielding her away in his arms. "This was all a mistake. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Changmin-ah."
"Sorry, Yunho-sshi," Byul echoes quietly.
Changmin shakes his head quickly, reaching out to shake Yoochun's hand. "Take care of yourself."
"Yeah, you too."
He and Yunho watch the newly reconciled couple leave hand in hand, Yoochun placing a soft kiss on Byul's forehead right before the elevator doors close. It really is that easy. People need lawyers all the time because they're fickle and rash, and at the same time, things resolve themselves in the blink of an eye just when you think nothing can be fixed anymore.
"It's good he wants to protect her," Changmin says quietly, turning to look at Yunho. "Getting divorced just because you fall out of love is almost as stupid as getting married just because you fall into it."
"I wonder if he really does," Yunho muses out loud, "want to protect her, I mean."
Changmin blinks in surprise. "What?"
"She wasn't willing to let go of him without a fight. A really long, hard, publicized, painful fight in court."
"...So..."
"Did that look more like resignation or acceptance to you?" Yunho asks, leaning close to stare into Changmin's eyes. "Who do you think would've been put on the witness stand to be cross-examined and torn apart until every little dirty detail was put out there? And who do you think receives more sympathy? The wronged wife or the mistress who happens to be a man and one of the biggest idols around right now? The so-called soulmate that every critic is glorifying and saying makes 'sweet music' with the magic touch from Park Productions?"
Changmin stares at Yunho in stunned silence, unable to utter a word. He doesn't know if it's because Yunho's older and has had more experience but he never even took this case very seriously. Would it really be this intricate?
"People surprise you all the time when they're in love," Yunho says softly, looking at Changmin a little longer before he turns away. "You just have to learn to be able to see it."
After the elevator doors close, Changmin realizes with a start that for the first time since he's started learning law, he's just missed a cue.
---
"Hey Junsu-yah," Changmin says quietly, kicking gently at the hotdog cart sitting outside of the courthouse. He's just won another insignificant case about a DUI, pleading his client out after proving wrongful arrest. Another day, another case, another day goes by that he doesn't see Yunho and he's too chickenshit to call.
Junsu sighs and gets Changmin a really big hotdog, topping it with a myriad of preserved things that are bad for you in three thousand ways. "Changmin-ah, are you depressed? Here, have an Italian Sausage. I love them, they're so good."
"I'm sure," Changmin mutters, "regale me one day about your crazy orgies with Mario and Luigi, yeah?"
Junsu lets out such a put-upon sigh and doesn't respond, choosing to flick some relish at Changmin's face instead. "If you're bitter and depressed, don't bring it over here and turn away business. Appreciate my free hot dogs!"
"Can I get one too?" a voice suddenly asks from Changmin's left. He startles, mouth full of hotdog, mustard and relish and ketchup smeared all over his face.
"Yunho!!"
"Don't talk," Yunho interrupts, edging away a little to wipe the soggy bread pieces that Changmin just spewed at him off of his face. "You sure know how to greet people, Changmin."
Changmin's still so busy staring and being a social tumor that it takes Junsu running the hotdog cart over his foot for him to react. "Yunho-sshi!" he blurts out, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his brand new Armani suit, uncaring of the unremovable condiment stains that cling to the expensive fabric immediately, "I haven't- you- it's been-"
"Good to see you too," Yunho replies, giving Changmin that same smile that makes Changmin's stomach flip. "Have any plans?"
Changmin quickly shakes his head.
"Really? That's too bad. I've got a date tonight."
From a very distant part of his brain, Changmin realizes that he should stop looking so crushed. But Yunho's words echo through his heart like a shriek echoes through an empty hallway and all he can do is stare. A date? A real, honest, legit date?
"Changmin, you okay?"
"Y-yeah, okay, yeah," Changmin breathes out. And this is the moment. This is the moment where he finally admits it to himself. "Actually," he finds himself saying, a humorless smile tugging at his lips, "no, I'm not okay. I'm not okay, Yunho."
Yunho glances at Junsu before giving a quick nod, grabbing Changmin by the wrist to lead him away, pulling the younger man close so they can talk a little more privately. "I wish you'd be okay, Changmin-ah."
"Well that's just too bad, isn't it?" Changmin says bitterly, "I really thought that you and I- you know, I really- and you have a fucking da-"
"I wouldn't want to take you to the movies tonight if you're not feeling well," Yunho interrupts, smiling a little as he takes out two movie tickets from his pocket.
Changmin stares and stares and feels like he wants to cry so he punches Yunho in the arm instead. Then he really does tear up a little and fumbles his little black book out of his briefcase, then hits Yunho in the head with his briefcase. "Look at this!" he screams, turning to the last few pages, showing the older man all the scribbles of his name, "I drew a fucking heart around your name like I'm some prepubescent girl!! What are you going to do about this, you bastard!?"
Yunho starts laughing and Changmin can't help but laugh as while, swiping at his eyes before he reaches forward to tug Yunho close. He throws his arms around Yunho's neck and gets the life squeezed out of him in a bear hug only Yunho is capable of giving, smiling so hard that he can barely see.
"You have anything to admit to me, yet?" Yunho asks softly, leaving a barely there kiss to Changmin's neck. "We've already been through a divorce together, Changmin-ah. How much longer do you want me to wait?"
Changmin shakes his head quietly. He brings his fingers to Yunho's cheeks, gently tracing the older man's scar before moving his hands to the back of Yunho's neck, pulling him in for a long, sorely-missed kiss. Parting his lips when he needs to breathe, Changmin inhales just as Yunho slips a tongue into his mouth and he melts from head to toe, suddenly clinging again, smiling against Yunho's lips when Yunho clings onto him right back.
"I'll admit it to you," he whispers once the kiss breaks, looking at Yunho through his eyelashes. "After our movie, and after dinner. Come over, I'll cook for you."
"Pick you up at six?"
"Come home with me right now."
"Then we won't ever make it to the movie and you know we'll end up ordering pizza at 11pm."
Changmin smiles. "Would that be so bad?"
Yunho smiles too, kissing Changmin sweetly on the lips. "Tell me first."
"Somewhere along the way, between the thirty-seven times we had sex and I doodled your name with floating bubbly hearts into my little black book," Changmin says, trying to keep a straight face, "I changed from needing someone in general to needing you in particular. And it isn't about going to bed with you at night, it's about waking up next to you in the morning and having you take care of me when I'm too hung over from the previous night because I was too scared to let you see that I needed you, not just that I wanted you." He blushes so hard for saying these things so clearly, but he owes Yunho at least this much. "Can I tell you the rest later, please? I think the plaintiff's lawyer from my earlier case is pointing at me and taking pictures."
Yunho laughs smooth and husky, nodding as he kisses Changmin on the cheek. "So take me home, Changmin-ah. I think I've waited long enough."
---
this was inspired by the good wife after i marathoned that fantastic show all in one sitting roflrofl. i never thought i'd never be able to grit out lawyer!fic but it's finally done! :'D but damn, i loved writing them as lawyers. it felt good to have my fandom and my major collide LOLOL ;_; i'll have to do it again soon 8DDDD ♥ thanks for reading! :3
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