Bolero - Day 6 (Wednesday)
Title: Bolero ~ Day 6
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: R
Warning: making out... some language... and talking of things... lol
Genre: AU
Pairings: HoMin and YooSu mostly. XD
The ending of this chapter is cut off, because it is NC-17, so we are going to post it seperately. Sorry! It will be worth the wait, I promise.
Day 1 (Friday) Part 1 | Part 2
Day 2 (Saturday)
Day 3 (Sunday)
Day 4 (Monday)
Day 5 (Tuesday)
Ghetto MV for Fic (made by bored people aka me) version 1 | version 2
Yunho's night consisted of laying there, tossing from side to side, back to stomach, his mind replaying the moment between him and Changmin. He barely slept at all, and just as he was getting ready for work did he realize he forgot his jacket. At work, which he arrived at before anyone, he went straight to his office. He hadn't even told Eeteuk what had happened yet...
Changmin didn't sleep well either. Every time he closed his eyes he imagined Yunho's lips on his own. It was too much, too... too good. The thought of facing the other man at work was enough to drive any hope of sleep out of his mind anyway.
Finally, it was time to get up, and Changmin did, getting ready on autopilot, then left, grabbing Yunho's jacket at the last second. As little as he wanted to face him... Changmin knew it was inevitable.
The more the seconds scrolled by, the more Yunho felt his consciousness drain away. He needed coffee. This was one of the few times he wished he had installed a coffee grinder in his office, but he forced himself to leave his desk and go to the common room where the snacks and drinks were. As he stalked down the hall, he kept his eyes more alert than usual. One, to keep away from JaeJoong, and two, to get glimpse of Changmin. He didn't want to avoid the other... But he wasn't sure how to approach him yet either. In the room, he began to pour himself a new mug of the dark liquid.
When he arrived at work, Changmin hurried up to his desk, wanting to hide the jacket before anyone noticed him having it. People talked... and he had a bad feeling that he knew what they'd say about him having the boss's clothes in his possession.
With his mug fastened in his hand (this was his treatment for the loss of sleep), Yunho took a sip of the drink. Suddenly a vivid flash of the previous night replaced the coffee maker before him, and now he saw Changmin burning his tongue and then soon Yunho was reliving the pain with that kiss. Oh this was bad... thinking of this at work too…
Jaejoong stared blankly at his screen. Since yesterday, his usual air was gray and down. If he didn't have Yunho... who would he have? From the corner of his eye, he noticed someone rush into the room. He looked up and spotted the new guy. Feeling like he wasn't accomplishing anything, he pushed up from his desk and swayed his way through to Changmin. "Hey newbie... how are you this morning?" he greeted, standing behind the other.
Of course, the worst person possible caught Changmin walking into the office. He hastily tried to hide the jacket behind his back as he smiled casually. "Oh... I'm fine, thank you. How about you?"
Jaejoong shrugged. "I've seen better days." Being the nosy
--motherly--
person he was, he noticed how Changmin's hands were working hard to remain behind him. "So everything's going good then? Work is good?" He stepped up closer to Changmin but moved to the side where he picked up a small picture, barely even noticing the three young men in it, Changmin in the middle. His attention was more on what the other seemed to be.... hiding.
"Work is great," Changmin replied, stumbling backwards slightly, when the other approached. "I... I'm really enjoying myself..."
"Oh?" Jaejoong then casually threw out, "And what's that behind your back?" he looked away from the picture and smiled warmly at Changmin.
"Um... oh, just my jacket," Changmin set it down on his chair, smiling innocently at the other. "Do you want to come with me to get some coffee?"
Jaejoong turned a little to go with Changmin, "Sur-" but his reply was lost as he took a second glance at the jacket. "That's Yunho's." He picked it up and stared at the tag; he knew that jacket very well. After all... it was the jacket Yunho wore the day before when he... "What are you doing with his jacket?" his dark eyes grew as they ogled Changmin.
"Oh, it is?" Changmin replied innocently, "We must have accidentally exchanged them when... uh... when... we... when I met with him about the uh..." How could he have been so stupid to bring it to work? What if Jaejoong stabbed him or something?
Jaejoong shook his head, his expression hardening. "What else did he leave at your place? A watch? Tie?" He was leaning in closer to Changmin, his voice lowering with each word. "Changmin-shii... you're the one. You're the home wrecker who's stealing Yunho from me aren't you?" That was the only reason that could explain why Yunho always resisted him. He and Yunho must have been together since before Jaejoong even knew him.
"N..no, it's not like that..." Changmin stuttered, seriously intimidated by the other man. "He... he just came over for coffee, nothing... happened..." He'd always been bad at lying, and he was sure that Jaejoong could tell he wasn't being completely truthful. "He's straight, anyway..." His voice trailed off, unsure.
Jaejoong just rolled his eyes at what Changmin was saying, moving away. "Straight my ass. Yunho has never gone to anyone of his employee's houses except for Shindong, and well... that's because it's Shindong." It hurt him to say this, but he needed to. "Just go give him his jacket back. I'm sure he wants it." He took a step to leave, before pausing, giving Changmin another stern look. "You either need to work on your lying, or better yet, don't lie." With that, he left, hiding the desire to go sulk.
Changmin felt horrible. He sat down at his desk, clutching the jacket, and stared down at the picture of himself with Junsu and Yoochun. What Jaejoong said was probably true, so he should be happy right now- at this point it was stupid to be assuming that Yunho was straight. But... what an awful way for Jaejoong to find out that Yunho and Changmin.... were.... whatever they were.
Yunho carried his mug with him, heading back. He took a slight detour though, passing by the main desk area just to catch a glimpse of Changmin. As he quickly scanned the room, he noticed that the other was indeed here, and Yunho smiled as he hastily continued on to his office. Yet at his desk, he kept glancing at his phone, wondering if he should summon the other here or not.
Continuing to sit there, pretty much wishing he could sink into the floor and die forever, Changmin argued within his head, on whether or not to take Yunho his jacket. He knew he had to give it back, but maybe he could just... leave it outside his door or something. ...But no, that would send the other man such a horrible signal.
Suddenly the phone sitting on Changmin's desk began to ring.
After practically falling out of his chair in surprise, Changmin scrambled to get himself under control and answer the phone. "H-hello?"
Smile widening, Yunho leaned forward in his chair as he spoke and held the receiver closer to his ear. "Changmin-shii, this is Yunho. Report to my office immediately." He didn't bother letting the other respond and hung up abruptly. Yunho released the breath he was holding though, and began to adjust everything on his desk. The way he left the night before may have given Changmin the wrong signals, so he was planning still on how to relay his true feelings.
Changmin's heart was beating a million miles an hour as he slid out of his chair, gripping the other man's jacket to his chest. He didn't even stop to think, knowing that if he did, he'd probably freak out and run, so he just immediately walked to other's office, forcing himself to take steady, slow breaths as he did.
Watching the screen, he saw the other approach and once more made sure his desk looked neat. Before the other knocked though, he buzzed him in and lifted his eyes up to the actual door, waiting on the edge of his seat.
Taking one last deep breath, Changmin walked into the office. Trying to hide his panic, he smiled brightly at the other man, immediately blown away by how handsome Yunho was, no matter that he'd just seen him yesterday. He walked up, holding out the jacket somewhat awkwardly.
For a second, Yunho had to register that it was his jacket being handed out to him. "Oh! Right," he stood up from his chair, suppressing the air of urgency as he didn't want to seem too thrilled to see Changmin (even though the way his current clothing of a collared shirt and vest clung to his pounding chest clearly indicated that). Calming himself, he curved around the desk to retrieve the garment. When his hand reached up, clutching gently onto it, his knuckles just barely brushed against Changmin's hand and his eyes instantly locked onto the other.
Changmin froze completely when the other man accidentally touched him. Just that minute brush of fingers set him on fire, and he had no clue what to do. So he just stood there, gaping slightly at his boss.
The air surrounding them condensed into a warmer tension, and Yunho could feel his inhibitions from before rapidly returning. Using the expensive jacket as leverage, he tugged just enough on it to bring Changmin closer as he also stepped in. He was around the younger man for barely a minute and already... Yunho pressed his lips upon the other's for a chaste kiss. He pulled slightly back though, his gaze lowered to stare at the mouth he just touched. "Just wanted to make sure last night was real." As if his jacket wasn't enough proof.
Now Changmin was more than gaping, he was full on staring, mouth hanging open. Yunho had just kissed him. Again. Did that mean that last night wasn't just a mistake?
Yunho frowned a bit seeing the other's expression. He took his jacket fully and went around to his chair, hanging it on the back. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe it was supposed to be a one time incident. "Changmin... just because I'm your boss, doesn't mean you can't say no. I'll understand completely if... well if you don't like me." His gaze was downcast to his smooth desk that reflected the light from above.
"If... I..." Once again, Changmin was having trouble speaking, and he stumbled forwards a few steps, towards the desk, towards him. before "Do you like me?" tumbled out of his mouth.
The older man blinked at him for a moment. A small smile crossed part of his mouth as he finally voiced what had been filling him with turmoil ever since he met the other. "Yes. Without a doubt. I hoped the kisses were good enough evidence." Now he was lightly teasing.
Those words sent a rush of feelings through Changmin; relief, excitement, fear, and... confusion. How could Yunho like someone like him? His mind scrambled to embrace the fact that the other man might actually have feelings for him.
Confidence began to resurface in Yunho, and he approached the other who was just on the other side of his desk. "Now answer a question of mine..." he ordered in a subdued tone. "Do you like me?" He halted in his steps, at least a foot between them.
Changmin clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep from reaching out to the other the way he wanted to, and nodded slightly, afraid to use his voice.
Yunho's lower abdomen jumped and swirled a bit at the small response. That was all he needed though to authorize his next series of movements. With a thirst needing to be quenched, Yunho advanced onto Changmin, nudging him against the desk. A hand solidly reached up to cradle the side of the other's neck, as Yunho descended his earnest mouth onto that pair of parted lips.
As soon as he felt Yunho's hands on him, something in Changmin snapped, the desire he'd been holding back since the day he'd met the other taking over. He kissed his boss eagerly, with more daring than he'd ever expect from himself, but the feeling of the other's lips on his own made him want more, so much more.
Taken aback at the sudden fierceness, Yunho quickly recovered and slid his free hand down to gently grip at the other's hip below his belt. As he pressed in more, his body aligned along the other's flawlessly. His hand at Changmin's neck drifted down to smooth across coarse fabric of his shirt. He didn't hesitate to slip his tongue out, dragging it fluently over the other's mouth.
Changmin couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped his lips when Yunho's tongue brushed against his, and he slipped his tongue out to meet the other's, eager for his second taste of the man. This kiss was so much better and more satisfying than the last, and Changmin fisted his hands in Yunho's shirt, trying to pull him even closer.
The young CEO tried to oblige to his pulling requests; mouths held captive together so shamelessly that it almost hurt. But it was a good pain- an appeasing one. His hand at the other's lower side greedily tugged at the hem of his shirt, and dared to wander up to actually touch the soft skin of his waist. The heat issuing from Changmin's body caused Yunho's mind to reel with more needs, and he hungrily nipped and licked at the other's lips and tongue, wanting to feel some sort of satiation.
Shivering at the feel of Yunho's cool fingers on his burning skin, Changmin gasped for breath, lips still locked with the other, tongue stroking the other's. At that moment, it didn't matter that he didn't know what he was doing, or that he was scared out of his mind. The only thing that mattered to him was that he was finally getting what he wanted. And apparently, it was what Yunho wanted as well.
The plain desire racking up in him would have to be tamed sooner or later. Yunho found himself on the threshold of devouring Changmin completely, right there, on his desk. To dip further into the test waters, he broke the kiss for just a moment, allowing himself to grind the front of his pants against the other to produce a more than amazing friction. This time a surprised yet fully pleased groan fell from his lips before it was cut short by continuing the deep kiss.
Finally, Changmin panicked, pushing Yunho back, just like last time, only this time he kept a firm grip on the other's shirt, afraid that like last time, he would run. He panted hard, struggling to catch his breath, to calm his beating heart, and just sort of... blinked. At Yunho. Shyly.
Yunho had to regulate his breathing, thankful that he was saved from drowning in his new feelings. He removed his hand from beneath the other's shirt, and lowered them both to his sides. He finally raised his eyes up to Changmin's, a slow smile reaching his extra sensitive lips. "Dinner. Tonight," he said these two words as in invitation before adding, "I'll cook."
"T...tonight..." Changmin gulped, thinking about what that could mean... alone, together, at Yunho's house... at night... The wheels in his mind turned, imagining far too many possibilities, things he only knew about from his secret porn stash, and his face turned a deep shade of red.
Yunho nodded. "If you need me to, I can pick you up at your apartment." His eyes contained a hopeful light.
"O..o...okay," Changmin replied, hands finally loosening their grip on the other's shirt so that he could tuck his own shirt back in.
Yunho beamed, and stepped back, feeling light in his steps already. If the other weren't there he might have broken out in a short freestyle dance. "Well... this meeting... is adjourned." He chuckled, and nodded to his jacket. "Thank you for returning that." But he remembered that his clothes were probably ruffled and disoriented, so he quickly looked down and began to fix his attire.
Changmin was also trying to fix his clothing, and smoothed out his hair, before smiling shyly at Yunho, then walking out of the office, and drifting back to his desk, still numb from the encounter.
As Yunho sat down, relaxing into his chair with an absent smile, he picked up his phone. He’d stolen the other's number from the database, but knew now it wouldn't be weird for him to actually put it to use. He pressed the send button after creating a new text.
"7 P.M. See you then."
Yesung hopped off the bus, heading right to the place he cleaned the previous weekend and met that rich guy who knew Eeteuk. He was here to receive his paycheck. He went to the back entrance of the place as told, and walked inside. Already there was a difference as actual things were inside. "Hello?!!" he craned his neck this way and that.
Donghae was currently help set up a display case, when he heard the voice call out. "Can I help you?" He exclaimed, bouncing through the store, and skidded to a stop in front of Yesung. "OH!" he said, grinning widely, "I remember you!!!"
Yesung sheepishly smiled and nodded, running a hand through his hair as he peered about. He hoped that businessman wasn't here either. "Yes... I came for my check?"
"Right!" Donghae grabbed Yesung's hand and pulled him to the little office he had set up in the back of the store. "I've been waiting for you!" He dug through a pile of papers on his desk, finally coming up with a thick envelope with Yesung's name written on it. "Ahhhh hah!" He was so excited that he was going to be able to do Eeteuk such an important favor. "Thank you for your hard work!"
Yesung's eyes widened at Donghae's normal amount of energy, and nodded, taking the envelope. "Thank you.. and... good luck with.." he waved his hands about to motion to the store. "Bye!" he hurried on his way out of that place, impatient to deposit his check in time for the bills. As he walked along the sidewalk to the bus stop, he tore open the envelope and pulled out his check. Something else fell out though, and with a confused expression, he bent over to pick it up. His dark eyes read over the elegant words on the thick, flashy paper. "Bolero... grand.. opening.. invitation?" He whispered a few of the words, reading it again.
Wait... what was this? Some sort of invite to that store? Yesung shook his head and stuffed it back into the envelope, looking at his check. Now this caused a bigger reaction of shock, as he almost ran into the pole with the bus sign. The numbers on this check were much more than he should have earned! This was like nearly double the originally small amount. He grinned and more than enthusiastically lunged onto the next bus. Next stop: That gallery.
Once again it was closed. He even came earlier today hoping that he would be able to catch someone, and talk his way into the show. Yet to no avail, so there he stood, frowning as his mood was dampened.
Just then, someone came around the side of the building. He looked foreign, and had a camera slung around his neck.
Yesung noticed someone else came, and he tried to look for a hiding spot. He didn't know why he wanted to hide. He just figured it wouldn't look good for him to be practically mourning in front of the building.
Too bad the man had already spotted Yesung. He walked up to the other, and said "Can I help you?" in stilted Korean.
Yesung took a step backwards, his foot being hindered by a trash can preventing him from sneaking away. "Um, well I just came to see the art gallery. I thought they were open, but they aren't. I must have read the flyer wrong. So my mistake. I'll be going! Have a nice day!" He turned to leave, but bumped into the bin, forgetting it was there.
"Oh, I sorry, the gallery... it was just open on yesterday," the man replied, "But... you are a fan?"
Yesung found his tenseness easing; maybe because of the broken Korean. "I just... wanted to see. I love art. And I've never seen this artist." He glanced down to the man's camera, for the first time really seeing it. "You're a... photographer?"
He nodded. "My name is Hangeng, it's nice meet you." He smiled, slipping a hand into his pocket, before pulling out a key. "Come, I'll let you in to see."
Oh my, was he in heaven? Maybe his luck was turning around. He followed the man, deciding to announce, "My name's Yesung." As the other opened the door, a sense of awe was already enveloping him. "So this gallery... is of your photos?"
"It is," Hangeng replied, unlocking the door and leading the other inside, "It's to be taken down in few hours, but you can look around?" He left Yesung, going to turn on the lights, illuminating a series of photos lining each of the long walls. "I hope it to your liking?" He said, a little bit shy as he looked around the room, a clear look of pride on his face.
Yesung slowly inhaled as he saw the row of pictures revealed. The shots ranged from inanimate objects to mainly people. The figures on the large draping photos were all arranged in engaging positions. And they were beautiful people. "Are these.. friends of yours?" he walked beside the other, staring around.
"Some of them," Hangeng murmured, standing back to give the other space, "Sometimes I just.... go out to find inspiration."
Yesung nodded, completely astounded. "I... I paint myself. And recently found a new inspiration." He glanced down to his bag that he always carried with him, the canvas of Eeteuk safely tucked inside.
"You paint?" Hangeng asked, clearly excited about it, "I wish to see..."
Yesung flushed a bit, apprehensive to show his work to an actual professional. But the man was so kind in letting him see his gallery when it was closed. "Alright," he paused, and opened the bag. His hand gently grasped the edge of the canvas and he slowly pulled it out, lifting the painting up for the man to view his depiction of the angel on the bench.
"Oh, you have it with y..." Hangeng trailed off, peering at the painting, giving it a really professional appraisal, and his eyes stilled on Eeteuk's face, eyebrows raising in surprise. "I've always wanted to shoot Eeteuk... how you get so lucky to have him sit for a painting?"
Yesung almost dropped the canvas hearing that name release from Hangeng's mouth. "You know him? I mean... well you've heard of him?" He was more stunned that this photographer would know of Eeteuk.
Hangeng nodded. "You don't know?... He's such a famous model, photographers all over country want shoot him..." He looked at the painting again, his smile growing. "You really capture him..."
The painter bit his lower lip, trying to stop his frown from ensuing. This just meant even less of a chance for him to be with Eeteuk. He actually had hope that there was a possibility, but hearing this... it would never happen. "Thank you..."
Hangeng's smile drooped. Had he said something wrong? "I... sorry, my Korean isn't... ...your painting is beautiful."
Yesung directed his gaze back up to the photographer and put on a smile. "Thank you. But only because it's Eeteuk." He let his eyes trail over the painting again wondering when he would next see this more than perfect man. He slipped his painting back into his bag, and they walked the path of the rest of the photos. The last picture of the gallery was one of a very effeminate man, with long red hair, who portrayed a sensual, alluring look. "Who is this? A friend?"
Hangeng sighed, a little bit wistfully. "He's... a model. Beautiful, isn't he? Indescribable." He walked closer to the photograph. "I was lucky enough photograph him once, but... " He shook his head. "Elusive. Like your Eeteuk."
Yesung glanced between Hangeng and the photograph of that man and nodded. He wondered if there was more Hangeng felt than being a simple photographer of him. If so, his and Hangeng's situation was somewhat similar... "Don't give up. I'm sure you'll be able to photograph him again." This became a pep talk to himself too.
Hangeng nodded. "I stay in Korea until I do."
Seeing the flicker of determination on the other's features brought admiration to Yesung. He wanted that fire. Maybe he would stay in the park until he saw Eeteuk again. A small laugh left him at that thought, and he looked at Hangeng again. "Thank you again. For letting me see.. your art show. It was very good. I wish I could have my own," he looked back down the way they came, taking one last glance at the brilliant photographs.
“Don‘t give up.” Hangeng laid a comforting hand on Yesung’s arm. “You have real talent, trust I. It a lot harder to capture someone with paint than with camera.”
Yesung nodded, thanking the other. He actually exchanged numbers with Hangeng, feeling it would be smart to keep in contact with a fellow artist. On the bus home, he fingered the small invitation. He knew Eeteuk would be there… but was he going to be?
Changmin had promised himself that he’d call Junsu today, and despite his reservations (he didn‘t want to get teased, but that would be a given), he finally decided to go through with it on his lunch break. He went outside, finding a private bench, and dialed his friend.
Junsu was in the middle of doing nothing when Changmin called. He sprang for the phone when it rang, hoping that it would be Yoochun who called. Seeing Changmin’s name on the caller id, he was only slightly disappointed. “What‘s up, Minmin?”
Choosing not to complain about the nickname, Changmin instead said, “So… I talked to Yoochun…”
Junsu immediately stiffened. Ever since the other night when he’d gotten way too drunk and ended up in bed with his oldest friend, things had been… weird, to say the least. Yoochun hadn’t even hung around in the morning so they could talk about it, but instead had bolted before Junsu woke up.
“Are you two okay?” Changmin continued, “He was acting a little bit strange.”
“Of course we‘re fine,” Junsu replied, a little shortly, definitely not wanting to talk about it. “Why wouldn‘t we be?”
His shortness surprised Changmin greatly. It was obvious that something had happened- something bad. He could only hope that the two would be able to make up. “Anyway…” he quickly changed the subject, not wanting to upset his hyung, “I… I really need some advice.”
This made Junsu squeak in delight, Yoochun momentarily forgotten. “Of course you do! What happened? Does it have something to do with Yunho?”
“Well… actually… hyung… he…” Changmin still couldn’t believe that it had even happened.
“Tell me! Oh my god, tell me right now Shim Changmin,” Junsu demanded.
“He called me into his office. And kissed me. And asked me to dinner. At his place.” Once he started, it all spilled out, and Junsu gasped louder.
“What kind of kiss was it?” Junsu was so ecstatic that Changmin had finally found a man.
“It was… it…”
“Tongue?” Junsu interrupted.
“He pressed me against the desk, and… yes….”
“And now he wants you to come to his house? Oh my god, I can’t believe this day has come!”
“What day?” Changmin asked, horrified by Junsu’s overreaction.
“The day where my little Minnie asks for sex advice!”
“I‘m not asking for sex advice!” Changmin exclaimed, over loudly, and he sank down on the bench in humiliation as random people walking by seemed to all look at him.
Meanwhile, Junsu was laughing his ass off. “You‘ll be fine, Changminnie. Just… shower before you go, dress nice, and… go with the flow. And for christ‘s sake, don‘t over think this. You like him. And he obviously likes you too.”
That was almost nice advice, so Changmin thanked Junsu, and told him he had to return to work before the other’s advice got any more detailed. He then hung up and returned to work.
After hanging up with Changmin, Junsu knew he had to call Yoochun, and he did without hesitation. The second he heard the other answer, he blurted out, “Are we okay? Good, because I have to tell you something. Oh my god, you won‘t believe it!”
Yoochun nearly dropped his phone hearing that voice blurt out that he hadn’t heard in a while. He almost wanted to tell the other they weren’t okay, but the curiosity overtook him. “What‘d you hear? Did some guy from five months ago want another round with you?” Okay, so he still held some bitter resentment, but he was allowed to.
“What?” Junsu laughed, barely listening, but secretly relieved that Yoochun was talking to him, “Yunho called Changmin into his office, and they made out all over the desk or something! And our baby is going to his boyfriend‘s tonight, and what do you want to bet they fuck?”
Now Yoochun did drop his phone on the counter and quickly picked it back up again. “He is not going to. Even if he‘s got it bad for the guy, he wouldn‘t go that far so soon.” Yoochun should have tossed in a ‘he’s not like you’.
“I don‘t kno~ow,” Junsu replied, “he sounded pretty nervous. And excited… I want to meet Yunho!” He said, suddenly changing the direction of the conversation, “You‘ll come with me tomorrow to bring Minnie lunch, right?”
Yoochun did not like the idea at all of seeing Junsu. The other was acting as if the other night hadn’t happened at all. But he wanted to see this Yunho. “Fine, I‘ll go. But you supply the lunch.”
“But-” Junsu had kind of been counting on Yoochun doing that. But he could probably throw something together. “Fine then. Pick me up at eleven? See you soon, Chunnie-baby.” And then he hung up before the other man could say anything else.
So now he was driving? Yoochun shook his head and briefly glared down at his phone. So tomorrow then… he would finally see Junsu again.
Eeteuk had decided that he needed to go to work. After all, he really was fine, and maybe it would reassure Yunho, who was probably over worried.
There was a big runway show coming up, and today the designer and models were meeting for fittings and that sort of thing. It was pretty important. There were also rumors that there might be some press doing interviews, as it was the famous designer’s first show in a while.
So. Eeteuk got up and went to work. He arrived early and walked into the large building, looking around, trying to figure out where he was supposed to be.
A well known voice full of character could be heard through most of the back stage. “What wouldn‘t you want to know about me is the appropriate question. But really, I‘ll take anyone that‘s sitting on a mountain of cash.” A loud laugh followed. There Heechul stood, a camera and lights pointed at him. The man with the microphone chuckled and turned to the lens to speak. “And there you heard it old men, Kim Heechul is up for auction to the highest bidder.” The cameras lowered and Heechul tried to pinch the anchor’s side. “Yah! Now I‘m gonna get messages on my site from wrinkly old men.”
Eeteuk laughed to himself, ever amused by the things Heechul said, and walked in, pausing a few feet away. He needed to go get dressed and his hair fixed before they tried to interview him, but the man who had been interviewing Heechul, whose back was currently to him, sounded awfully familiar.
“You won‘t be complaining once they buy you Dolce sunglasses. You cant hank me later. I‘ll take soju.” Heechul smacked the interviewer on his arm after that remark. The man grinned before turning his neck to look around. “Alright, who else is there to investigate?” Heechul spotted Eeteuk though, a slow side smile creeping up. “Kangin-ah, looks like Eeteuk arrived just in time.”
Kangin… Eeteuk’s eyes widened in horror, and he stood there, wanting to run, but not knowing where… Why him? Why today?
Laying his eyes on Eeteuk, a strange nostalgia rose. Kangin excused himself from the small crew and Heechul, who delivered a nice smirk to Eeteuk before going to finish his makeup. “Do you have a few minutes?” Kangin enquired with an air of hope.
“I… really should…” Eeteuk’s eyes darted frantically, searching for an escape. “I really need to…”
“Eeteuk,” he began to speak, knowing the model could spare two minutes. “I‘m sorry.” He had more to say but wanted to see the other’s reaction first, if he was willing to listen to the rest.
Of all the things that Kangin could have said at that moment, sorry was the last thing Eeteuk had expected, and he had no clue how to respond.
When Eeteuk made no movement to leave, he continued, his voice low but serious. “I realized a long time ago that I was irrational. So I‘m sorry for not trusting you. I should have known you would never cheat on me with Yunho. And I‘m sorry for causing you pain. It was heartless of me to call you those things and to not give you a chance to explain.” There was no one around them, so Kangin let it all pout out.
“Oh…” To say that Eeteuk was shocked was a major understatement. “Th… thank you?” He felt a small weight lift off his chest, relief, that one less person thought he was… a whore.
Kangin still had a frown tugging down upon his lips. “How have you been?”
“I… I‘ve been okay…” Before Siwon, he would have been able to say he’d been good. “Work is going well… how about you?”
Kangin permitted a smile to reach his lips after hearing that. He knew Eeteuk wasn’t at his optimum by that answer, but at least he was working. “I‘ve been really well. Haven’t been dating anyone, but that‘s fine by me.” He then raised his microphone to his lips and pretended to speak into it. “You look good.”
“Thank you,” Eeteuk replied, smiling slightly.
After a moment, Kangin spoke again. “Well, I should be going. Don‘t want any models stabbing each other with their elbows over an interview.” He studied Eeteuk for a moment before brushing past him.
“Oka-” Eeteuk blinked, startled as Kangin moved past. He stood there for a few moments, then took a deep breath, and went to find where hair and makeup was being done.
Yunho had been planning the rest of the day what he was going to cook up. As soon as the end of the day had come, he’d rushed home. There, he began to whistle about his kitchen, which he truthfully rarely ever used. Tonight’s menu included soyu chicken, bak choy, and of course, rice. Dessert would be a surprise.
Changmin rushed home after work to change his clothes, fretting endlessly over what he should wear. Then he went to stand at the window and wait for the other man to come pick him up. He knew it was pathetic, waiting like that, but he found that he didn't really care.
While setting the food on low heat in the oven, he changed his clothes and hurried out the door. Maybe he drove faster than usual, but he was excited. After pulling up outside of the apartment, he quickly whipped out his phone and dialed Changmin. He exhaled slowly so he sounded calm and collected.
Changmin jumped at the sound of his phone, as usual, and answered, trying to sound calm. “Hi Yunho-shii.”
“Hey, I hope you’re ready for an amazing dinner,” he smiled through the phone. “I‘m here, so come down when you‘re um… ready…” He’d started off good, at least, but it had dwindled down from there.
“I‘m ready,” Changmin exclaimed overeagerly. Ugh, embarrassing himself already? “I mean… Um. Coming.” He locked his door and walked downstairs to the other’s car.
Yunho waited patiently despite his nerves. When he saw Changmin exit the building, his breath hitched and he felt himself flush slightly at how good the other looked.
Changmin got into the car, doing his best to hide his nerves. “Thank you for picking me up.”
“No problem.” He took another look at Changmin before commenting, “You look really good.” After letting that out, he began to drive.
He looked at himself, then at Yunho. His appearance seriously paled in comparison to the other’s. “Thank you…”
They drove along, making small talk, and eventually arrived at a towering glass building. The lights surrounding the structure bounced magnificently off the windows. Yunho entered the underground parking and parked into his special spot reserved for him. He owned the complex, after all.
"Wow..." Changmin stared, paling as he thought of his horrible apartment that he'd actually been proud of... it was nothing compared to this.
“I prefer this place over the house.” House was an understatement as his other abode was a mansion, but Changmin didn’t need to know that just yet. An elevator inside the garage led up to all of the floors. Yunho had the whole top floor to himself. Inside the lift, he was brought back to when he had first met Changmin a week ago.
“A house?” Changmin gaped a little bit, standing by the other. “Oh…”
Yunho realized how that had made him sound and quickly waved it off. “Oh it‘s nothing. It has no character at all.” He scolded himself within. Thankfully, they came to the top floor and Yunho punched in his code to allow the doors to open. The metal doors slid open to a vast room with a wide area for the living room and an open view of the kitchen.
He stared, feeling completely out of place. With all of this, Yunho had to be a millionaire, at least.
He slipped off his shoes and headed further inside. The scent of the food floated through the air. “Oh yes, it should be done,” he remarked about dinner.
“Smells delicious,” Changmin mumbled, staring around in awe.
Yunho headed over to the oven, taking out a dish towel so that the could pull the metal pan out without burning himself. He set the pan carefully on the stovetop, and hissed out a low breath at seeing the faded waves of steam wiping up. Within the pan was chicken slices marinated in a sweet soy sauce laid beside salty bak choy. He already had two plates ready to go. "Sit down sit down," Yunho urged, his voice light as he smiled.
"You really do know how to cook," Changmin said softly, amazed as the delicious smells found his nose. He hesitated at the table, before sitting down in front of the plates. "You really didn't have to go through all this trouble... just for me..."
Honestly Yunho rarely cooked, (even though he enjoyed it) so he was mainly glad his kitchen became useful. This dish here was an old favorite, so it assured him instant guarantee that the flavors would coincide well. He chuckled at Changmin, bringing over the pan and setting it on a potholder at the table. He then collected the wide bowl of warm rice, and placed it beside the pan. "Would you like some wine? Or water? Or... juice?"
"Um. Whatever you're having is fine... good... Thank you, Yunho-shii." Changmin cursed himself internally for sounding so stupid.
"Yah," Yunho leaned down briefly, trying to connect his gaze with the other's. "Don't be so formal. It makes me feel... well, formal," a smile full of warmth raised for Changmin before he straightened and went to retrieve some wine.
Changmin nodded, eyes widening as Yunho's gaze meant his own. The other's smile filled him with warmth, and he did his best to relax, not wanting to upset the other man.
Coming back with a chilled bottle of wine and two curvy glasses, he took one last glance at the table. "Is that everything?" He had bigger spoons for serving, napkins... he wasn't going to light candles because that was too cheesy. "I think so." He finally pulled his chair out and sat adjacently to Changmin. As he scooted in, his knee gently knocked into Changmin. "Oh! Sorry!"
Feeling himself flush just from Yunho's knee touching his own, Changmin had a feeling it was going to be a long night. "It's okay..." He replied, trying to decide what he should call the other. He hadn't known the other long, so to call him hyung or just Yunho would be really... impolite.
Yunho served the food. He used the tongs to carry the dark, golden chicken to Changmin's plate, and then his chopsticks to give him some bak choy. "Is this enough?" he questioned as he really began to pile on a large amount. Now he was working on the rice,
"Oh, that's plenty, thank you," Changmin replied instantly, embarrassed by the amount of food the other was giving him. By now he knew Yunho knew of his massive appetite. He must find it so amusing. Changmin waited patiently for the other to serve himself, before picking up his chopsticks and taking a polite bite of the food, which was, not surprisingly, amazing.
Yunho hesitated and watched from the corner of his eye for Changmin's critique of the food. He took a casual bite of his own chicken and rice. Not to be arrogant, but he had to admit that this was quite tasty- better than other times he’d cooked it up. "My Yunho, you outdid yourself," he quietly joked, now taking the initiative to pour them some wine.
Changmin laughed nervously. "It's really really good. I'm impressed." He reached for the wine, taking a small sip, hoping that Yunho hadn't noticed the small tremble in his hand, and went back to eating slowly, doing his best not to shovel the food into his mouth. He'd been too nervous about this meeting to eat, and he was starving. And the food was great.
Yunho let the over-complacency sink in at Changmin's approval. It secretly pleased him to a point of smugness at how the other enjoyed his dish. This was the first time he cooked for someone who he was... dating. Yes, dating. He really liked that thought. But... he wanted this also approved by Changmin. "So, Changmin..." he took a sip of the wine to clear his throat. "We're dating, right?"
The question completely caught Changmin off guard and he struggled to swallow his bite of food without choking. He wanted to be dating Yunho, wanted... a lot of things with the other man. But to hear him come right out and say it had his heart pounding in his chest. He had it bad. "D...dating... I... I thi... I mean... I..."
He decided to elaborate more to clarify a few of his own thoughts. "Dating only each other, yes? I mean... I wouldn't mind being considered more with you, but moving too fast might be troublesome. So we'll just call.. this.. dating?" Yunho wanted this to be a mutual consideration, instead of an assumption. He had a sense Changmin wouldn't be with anyone else, but in case someone else had their eyes on him, Yunho wanted to assure that he could tell whoever that was that Changmin and he were the ones together.
"Dating..." Changmin nodded, horrified as his cheeks lit up the moment he layed his eyes on the older man, "I... really would like to be exclusive... with you... Yunho..." He couldn't believe this was really happening.
A brimming smile crossed Yunho's lips, and he snatched this chance to lift off his chair and lean over to peck a quick kiss on the other's warm cheek. Afterwards, he settled back to continue eating, already wondering how to present the dessert.
Smiling so wide that his eyes went crooked, Changmin returned to his meal, pausing only when a frightening thought crossed his mind. "Jaejoong-shii..."
Hearing that uttered name, Yunho turned his surprised stare to Changmin. Now he was reminded of earlier today, and the raise in his spirits lowered. "I talked to him yesterday." If that could be considered talking. "You don't need to worry." Really, he didn't want to dive further into what occurred so he kept it short.
"You don't think you need to hire a body guard to keep him from murdering me?" Changmin asked, his voice light and joking, even though part of him suspected that it might be true. "He... saw me with your jacket... He thinks we... last night we..."
Yunho chewed on a new bite of food listening, and he almost wanted to laugh but felt that would have been disrespectful. "So does he know we're together?"
"I didn't say we were... but he assumed..." Changmin had hoped to keep from having conflicts with people at his work, but obviously that was one plan he might as well give up on. He had a feeling that Jaejoong wasn't the only person that would be upset that Yunho had chosen Changmin. ...Yunho had chosen Changmin!
Yunho sensed a darker cloud beginning to condense over Changmin, and he wanted to breeze it away. "Well it's good that he knows. Jaejoong will find someone else in no time. Don't worry," he repeated. Now this sealed the deal that Jaejoong shouldn't be 'visiting' Yunho anymore. He drained the rest of his glass of wine.
"Okay," Changmin replied, copying Yunho by draining his own glass of wine. He couldn't think of one good reason why he was someone that Yunho would want, and that was slowly making him loose his appetite.
Yunho noted that Changmin's rate of chopsticking bite-fulls into his mouth had slowed. Maybe the food really wasn't good. "Something's bothering you." He bluntly stated, and hoped it wasn't the dinner. "What's wrong?" Yunho set down his utensils and centered his attention on the younger one.
He'd hoped the other wouldn't notice, but clearly he wasn't as good at hiding his feelings as he'd hoped he was. Changmin looked up at Yunho shyly. "I just... There's nothing that great about me, not really... and I'm having a hard time understanding why you, who could have anyone in the world, would want to settle for someone like me, whom you barely even know. Maybe I'm over thinking things, but..." Changmin looked back down at his plate.
As Changmin spoke, Yunho felt an array of disbelief. Firstly, this made him seem superior, and Yunho tried hard not to appear that way. And secondly, Changmin put himself down, lowering his status further than dirt level and that was the last thing Yunho wanted. "Changmin," Yunho searched for words to express himself, "you're different without a doubt, but that's a good thing. I feel comfortable around you. Like I don't have to put on some high and mighty mask. And... you're charming. The way you stutter over your words. And... you're pretty damn attractive. That's what first caught my eye." Yunho really did have a novel full of reasons onto why he would want Changmin over anyone else in the world, but he could save those other chapters for later.
Changmin had to look up at the other and smile as Yunho listed several reasons. "Thank... you?" Yet another time where he had no clue what to say. The fact that someone like Yunho thought so highly of him meant the world. "I... I hope I don't let you down."
Yunho chuckled and reached up, flicking Changmin square in the center of his forehead. "Yah... you're only going to let me down if you keep thinking you don't deserve me. I'm not some untouchable idol." With the same hand, he dropped his fingers down the line of the other's cheek before he lowered it even more to Changmin's hand. He guided Changmin's hand up to his own cheek, where he let the other cup his skin. "I'm very touchable... aren't I?"
The feel of Yunho's cool skin under his hand made Changmin flush, yet again. He slowly reached up with his other hand, cupping his hyung's face carefully, and slid his thumbs over the skin. Every time he touched Yunho, it made his pulse race. And there was so much more of Yunho Changmin wanted to touch...
Seeing and soon feeling the delicate movement, Yunho leaned his cheek into the heat of the other's hand and calmly smiled. He tilted towards the new hand, and brushed his lips against that palm. Yet to prevent himself from doing much more, he gently removed the other's hands from him. "Ready for dessert?"
"D...desert?" Changmin fisted his hands in his lap when the other gently pushed them away, wanting desperately to touch the other man more. "Did you make something?"
"Mhm," he pushed away from the table, and bustled over to the refrigerator. It wasn't anything spectacular, but he enjoyed this dessert. "Close your eyes now~" he wanted to try to glorify the small treat as best he could for Changmin.
"Okay," Changmin closed his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Balancing the small platter on his hand, he set it with a small cling onto the table. Waiting a few seconds for suspense, Yunho finally exclaimed, "Open your eyes!"
Upon the plate stood two glazed round dough balls, filled with a creamy sticky rice. Beside the two balls were thinly sliced mango pieces. "I know it's not a lot.. but it'll hit the spot."
Changmin opened his eyes and smiled in delight. The food looked delicious, of course (when did Changmin ever not think food looked good?) But the excited face Yunho was making made it even better. "Ooh~" he exclaimed, wanting to make the other's smile grow even more.
Yunho laughed, and eagerly picked up a spoon as he sat down, sliding his chair a little to the side to be closer. He used the spoon to slice one of the dough balls in half, as well as a mango. With both teetering on the curve of the spoon, he navigated it to Changmin. Now this was when he pushed past the awkwardness of feeding the other, and tossed in a, "Open wide."
Blushing darkly, Changmin opened his mouth, knowing that if he tried to argue, he'd just end up embarrassing himself.
And right into Changmin's mouth slid the coolness of the spoon, mixed with the cool yet moistly texturized dough piece, and the juicy and sweet mango. Yunho removed the spoon though and observed Changmin now.
"Mm..." The younger man’s eyes drifted closed as he chewed the sweet dessert.
After seeing the apparent passing grade, Yunho took the other halves of the dough ball and mango, tasting it for himself. The way the stickiness of the rice and the firmness of the mango mixed was really quite interesting. He glanced up back to Changmin, and spotted nothing on the other's face. But he still pretended there was. "Uh-oh," he let his thumb dab at the corner of the other's mouth, and frowned as the non-existent sweet juice was being resistant. So to take care of matters, he leaned over and placed his lips firmly against the tip of those just as sweet lips.
Changmin's eyes shot open when he felt Yunho's fingers on his face, and then suddenly the other's lips were pressed against his own. Caught off guard, as usual, Changmin gasped softly, eyes closing once again.
Yunho didn't sustain the kiss for long, pulling away and swooping his gaze over Changmin's mouth. "Ah... now it's gone." Now playfully smirking, he prepared the last ball again with the fruit like before, the spoon ready in his hand. "Some more?"
Too soon, the kiss was over, and Changmin blinked at Yunho, momentarily putting his hands over his blushing cheeks, then nodded, and accepted the bite.
Once eating his own last bite, dessert officially came to an end. That conclusion bothered Yunho as he certainly didn't want this -night- to end. So now he had to suggest something else to keep the other here longer. "I hope dinner and dessert met your standards," he grinned a bit, still thinking. An idea clicked and he continued, "But now may I give you the grand tour of my humble abode?"
With the meal over, Changmin could feel his nerves growing. Was that it? Was it time to go home? Or did Yunho have more planned. At the other's suggestion, he nodded, grateful for the excuse to stay longer. "I would."
Yunho easily took the few dishes and set them in the convenient dish washer. Now came the main part of the night that had been randomly spurting up in his mind. What would happen after dinner? He even did last minute tidy-ups here and there. "Alright, well, obviously this is the kitchen," he gestured his arm at the room. "Come, come this way," he waved his hand as he moved back to the larger area.
Changmin got up quickly, and tried to help Yunho clean up, but it took the other only a moment. Then the tour began.
The main living area had a cozy set up of an l-shaped couch and a couple big chairs. The furniture focused on the plasma screen mounted up. A black fireplace stood against the wall, and a large picture of a landscape decorated the space above it. The highlight of the room was the spanse of wide windows stretching across one wall, showing an illuminated view of part of the city. "The living room, which you also saw earlier..."
Changmin nodded, taking a better look, his eyes focusing mainly on the incredible view of the city.
Now he led Changmin down the hallway, the light from the previous room allowing them to see. The first room on the left, he showed as the guest bathroom. There was a closet on their way, and an empty bedroom that mainly his model friend used with its own bathroom as well. Finally Yunho stopped at the door near the end of the corridor. "Now," he let his hand rest on the doorknob as he shifted to Changmin, "the moment you've probably been waiting for." He said this in a teasing tone of course. "Where the magic happens..."
Praying that Yunho didn't know how right he was about that, Changmin did his best to laugh lightly, and waited for the other to open the door.
With a slow, even more teasing motion, Yunho pushed the door open, the lights in the room off. He stepped inside and waited for Changmin to enter before flicking them on. At the right moment, he hit the light switch and his room came into full view. It was practically the size of two rooms, the space closest to them filled with the chaise and another sleek tv. The items were a definition of dark masculine. His bed on the one wall was wide, and covered with a bedding ranging in creams and light browns. An armoire stood boldly, and the wall opposing them had curtains sweeping along the whole expanse. A door off to the side led to his just as elaborate bathroom.
It was more grand than anything Changmin had imagined, and he looked around, trying to keep his focus off the bed. Even with as little attention as he was giving it, he knew that his mind now had the setting for the fantasies that he'd been having with more and more frequency. "Wow..." he said, wanting to assure Yunho that he was properly impressed.
Yunho smiled, and walked over to the small table beside the chaise. "Just wait until you see this." He lifted a small remote and pressed a button, a faint sound humming as the curtains began to fold away and open up. Behind, were floor length windows, allowing a clear perspective of another part of the city. Yunho nodded his head, urging Changmin to step closer to receive a better view.
Changmin walked over to the windows, needing no encouragement, and gazed out at the view, even more incredible than the last. 'It would be amazing to wake up to something like that..."
Yunho let his thumb press down on another button, the lights overhead dimming down to establish that intimate setting. Now he directed his focus on the form of Changmin, how tall and lean his silhouette stood with the city background. Barely hearing those words, he smiled slightly and slowly closed the distance between them. He placed himself behind Changmin, his eyes following the line of the other's neck as his hands glided gently along the other's waist. He rested his chin on the curve of Changmin's shoulder, looking out the window now too. "Well... you can... if you want...."
[[The rest of this chapter will be posted separately, as it is rated NC-17. It will be up soon. :3]]
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: R
Warning: making out... some language... and talking of things... lol
Genre: AU
Pairings: HoMin and YooSu mostly. XD
The ending of this chapter is cut off, because it is NC-17, so we are going to post it seperately. Sorry! It will be worth the wait, I promise.
Day 1 (Friday) Part 1 | Part 2
Day 2 (Saturday)
Day 3 (Sunday)
Day 4 (Monday)
Day 5 (Tuesday)
Ghetto MV for Fic (made by bored people aka me) version 1 | version 2
Yunho's night consisted of laying there, tossing from side to side, back to stomach, his mind replaying the moment between him and Changmin. He barely slept at all, and just as he was getting ready for work did he realize he forgot his jacket. At work, which he arrived at before anyone, he went straight to his office. He hadn't even told Eeteuk what had happened yet...
Changmin didn't sleep well either. Every time he closed his eyes he imagined Yunho's lips on his own. It was too much, too... too good. The thought of facing the other man at work was enough to drive any hope of sleep out of his mind anyway.
Finally, it was time to get up, and Changmin did, getting ready on autopilot, then left, grabbing Yunho's jacket at the last second. As little as he wanted to face him... Changmin knew it was inevitable.
The more the seconds scrolled by, the more Yunho felt his consciousness drain away. He needed coffee. This was one of the few times he wished he had installed a coffee grinder in his office, but he forced himself to leave his desk and go to the common room where the snacks and drinks were. As he stalked down the hall, he kept his eyes more alert than usual. One, to keep away from JaeJoong, and two, to get glimpse of Changmin. He didn't want to avoid the other... But he wasn't sure how to approach him yet either. In the room, he began to pour himself a new mug of the dark liquid.
When he arrived at work, Changmin hurried up to his desk, wanting to hide the jacket before anyone noticed him having it. People talked... and he had a bad feeling that he knew what they'd say about him having the boss's clothes in his possession.
With his mug fastened in his hand (this was his treatment for the loss of sleep), Yunho took a sip of the drink. Suddenly a vivid flash of the previous night replaced the coffee maker before him, and now he saw Changmin burning his tongue and then soon Yunho was reliving the pain with that kiss. Oh this was bad... thinking of this at work too…
Jaejoong stared blankly at his screen. Since yesterday, his usual air was gray and down. If he didn't have Yunho... who would he have? From the corner of his eye, he noticed someone rush into the room. He looked up and spotted the new guy. Feeling like he wasn't accomplishing anything, he pushed up from his desk and swayed his way through to Changmin. "Hey newbie... how are you this morning?" he greeted, standing behind the other.
Of course, the worst person possible caught Changmin walking into the office. He hastily tried to hide the jacket behind his back as he smiled casually. "Oh... I'm fine, thank you. How about you?"
Jaejoong shrugged. "I've seen better days." Being the nosy
--motherly--
person he was, he noticed how Changmin's hands were working hard to remain behind him. "So everything's going good then? Work is good?" He stepped up closer to Changmin but moved to the side where he picked up a small picture, barely even noticing the three young men in it, Changmin in the middle. His attention was more on what the other seemed to be.... hiding.
"Work is great," Changmin replied, stumbling backwards slightly, when the other approached. "I... I'm really enjoying myself..."
"Oh?" Jaejoong then casually threw out, "And what's that behind your back?" he looked away from the picture and smiled warmly at Changmin.
"Um... oh, just my jacket," Changmin set it down on his chair, smiling innocently at the other. "Do you want to come with me to get some coffee?"
Jaejoong turned a little to go with Changmin, "Sur-" but his reply was lost as he took a second glance at the jacket. "That's Yunho's." He picked it up and stared at the tag; he knew that jacket very well. After all... it was the jacket Yunho wore the day before when he... "What are you doing with his jacket?" his dark eyes grew as they ogled Changmin.
"Oh, it is?" Changmin replied innocently, "We must have accidentally exchanged them when... uh... when... we... when I met with him about the uh..." How could he have been so stupid to bring it to work? What if Jaejoong stabbed him or something?
Jaejoong shook his head, his expression hardening. "What else did he leave at your place? A watch? Tie?" He was leaning in closer to Changmin, his voice lowering with each word. "Changmin-shii... you're the one. You're the home wrecker who's stealing Yunho from me aren't you?" That was the only reason that could explain why Yunho always resisted him. He and Yunho must have been together since before Jaejoong even knew him.
"N..no, it's not like that..." Changmin stuttered, seriously intimidated by the other man. "He... he just came over for coffee, nothing... happened..." He'd always been bad at lying, and he was sure that Jaejoong could tell he wasn't being completely truthful. "He's straight, anyway..." His voice trailed off, unsure.
Jaejoong just rolled his eyes at what Changmin was saying, moving away. "Straight my ass. Yunho has never gone to anyone of his employee's houses except for Shindong, and well... that's because it's Shindong." It hurt him to say this, but he needed to. "Just go give him his jacket back. I'm sure he wants it." He took a step to leave, before pausing, giving Changmin another stern look. "You either need to work on your lying, or better yet, don't lie." With that, he left, hiding the desire to go sulk.
Changmin felt horrible. He sat down at his desk, clutching the jacket, and stared down at the picture of himself with Junsu and Yoochun. What Jaejoong said was probably true, so he should be happy right now- at this point it was stupid to be assuming that Yunho was straight. But... what an awful way for Jaejoong to find out that Yunho and Changmin.... were.... whatever they were.
Yunho carried his mug with him, heading back. He took a slight detour though, passing by the main desk area just to catch a glimpse of Changmin. As he quickly scanned the room, he noticed that the other was indeed here, and Yunho smiled as he hastily continued on to his office. Yet at his desk, he kept glancing at his phone, wondering if he should summon the other here or not.
Continuing to sit there, pretty much wishing he could sink into the floor and die forever, Changmin argued within his head, on whether or not to take Yunho his jacket. He knew he had to give it back, but maybe he could just... leave it outside his door or something. ...But no, that would send the other man such a horrible signal.
Suddenly the phone sitting on Changmin's desk began to ring.
After practically falling out of his chair in surprise, Changmin scrambled to get himself under control and answer the phone. "H-hello?"
Smile widening, Yunho leaned forward in his chair as he spoke and held the receiver closer to his ear. "Changmin-shii, this is Yunho. Report to my office immediately." He didn't bother letting the other respond and hung up abruptly. Yunho released the breath he was holding though, and began to adjust everything on his desk. The way he left the night before may have given Changmin the wrong signals, so he was planning still on how to relay his true feelings.
Changmin's heart was beating a million miles an hour as he slid out of his chair, gripping the other man's jacket to his chest. He didn't even stop to think, knowing that if he did, he'd probably freak out and run, so he just immediately walked to other's office, forcing himself to take steady, slow breaths as he did.
Watching the screen, he saw the other approach and once more made sure his desk looked neat. Before the other knocked though, he buzzed him in and lifted his eyes up to the actual door, waiting on the edge of his seat.
Taking one last deep breath, Changmin walked into the office. Trying to hide his panic, he smiled brightly at the other man, immediately blown away by how handsome Yunho was, no matter that he'd just seen him yesterday. He walked up, holding out the jacket somewhat awkwardly.
For a second, Yunho had to register that it was his jacket being handed out to him. "Oh! Right," he stood up from his chair, suppressing the air of urgency as he didn't want to seem too thrilled to see Changmin (even though the way his current clothing of a collared shirt and vest clung to his pounding chest clearly indicated that). Calming himself, he curved around the desk to retrieve the garment. When his hand reached up, clutching gently onto it, his knuckles just barely brushed against Changmin's hand and his eyes instantly locked onto the other.
Changmin froze completely when the other man accidentally touched him. Just that minute brush of fingers set him on fire, and he had no clue what to do. So he just stood there, gaping slightly at his boss.
The air surrounding them condensed into a warmer tension, and Yunho could feel his inhibitions from before rapidly returning. Using the expensive jacket as leverage, he tugged just enough on it to bring Changmin closer as he also stepped in. He was around the younger man for barely a minute and already... Yunho pressed his lips upon the other's for a chaste kiss. He pulled slightly back though, his gaze lowered to stare at the mouth he just touched. "Just wanted to make sure last night was real." As if his jacket wasn't enough proof.
Now Changmin was more than gaping, he was full on staring, mouth hanging open. Yunho had just kissed him. Again. Did that mean that last night wasn't just a mistake?
Yunho frowned a bit seeing the other's expression. He took his jacket fully and went around to his chair, hanging it on the back. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe it was supposed to be a one time incident. "Changmin... just because I'm your boss, doesn't mean you can't say no. I'll understand completely if... well if you don't like me." His gaze was downcast to his smooth desk that reflected the light from above.
"If... I..." Once again, Changmin was having trouble speaking, and he stumbled forwards a few steps, towards the desk, towards him. before "Do you like me?" tumbled out of his mouth.
The older man blinked at him for a moment. A small smile crossed part of his mouth as he finally voiced what had been filling him with turmoil ever since he met the other. "Yes. Without a doubt. I hoped the kisses were good enough evidence." Now he was lightly teasing.
Those words sent a rush of feelings through Changmin; relief, excitement, fear, and... confusion. How could Yunho like someone like him? His mind scrambled to embrace the fact that the other man might actually have feelings for him.
Confidence began to resurface in Yunho, and he approached the other who was just on the other side of his desk. "Now answer a question of mine..." he ordered in a subdued tone. "Do you like me?" He halted in his steps, at least a foot between them.
Changmin clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep from reaching out to the other the way he wanted to, and nodded slightly, afraid to use his voice.
Yunho's lower abdomen jumped and swirled a bit at the small response. That was all he needed though to authorize his next series of movements. With a thirst needing to be quenched, Yunho advanced onto Changmin, nudging him against the desk. A hand solidly reached up to cradle the side of the other's neck, as Yunho descended his earnest mouth onto that pair of parted lips.
As soon as he felt Yunho's hands on him, something in Changmin snapped, the desire he'd been holding back since the day he'd met the other taking over. He kissed his boss eagerly, with more daring than he'd ever expect from himself, but the feeling of the other's lips on his own made him want more, so much more.
Taken aback at the sudden fierceness, Yunho quickly recovered and slid his free hand down to gently grip at the other's hip below his belt. As he pressed in more, his body aligned along the other's flawlessly. His hand at Changmin's neck drifted down to smooth across coarse fabric of his shirt. He didn't hesitate to slip his tongue out, dragging it fluently over the other's mouth.
Changmin couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped his lips when Yunho's tongue brushed against his, and he slipped his tongue out to meet the other's, eager for his second taste of the man. This kiss was so much better and more satisfying than the last, and Changmin fisted his hands in Yunho's shirt, trying to pull him even closer.
The young CEO tried to oblige to his pulling requests; mouths held captive together so shamelessly that it almost hurt. But it was a good pain- an appeasing one. His hand at the other's lower side greedily tugged at the hem of his shirt, and dared to wander up to actually touch the soft skin of his waist. The heat issuing from Changmin's body caused Yunho's mind to reel with more needs, and he hungrily nipped and licked at the other's lips and tongue, wanting to feel some sort of satiation.
Shivering at the feel of Yunho's cool fingers on his burning skin, Changmin gasped for breath, lips still locked with the other, tongue stroking the other's. At that moment, it didn't matter that he didn't know what he was doing, or that he was scared out of his mind. The only thing that mattered to him was that he was finally getting what he wanted. And apparently, it was what Yunho wanted as well.
The plain desire racking up in him would have to be tamed sooner or later. Yunho found himself on the threshold of devouring Changmin completely, right there, on his desk. To dip further into the test waters, he broke the kiss for just a moment, allowing himself to grind the front of his pants against the other to produce a more than amazing friction. This time a surprised yet fully pleased groan fell from his lips before it was cut short by continuing the deep kiss.
Finally, Changmin panicked, pushing Yunho back, just like last time, only this time he kept a firm grip on the other's shirt, afraid that like last time, he would run. He panted hard, struggling to catch his breath, to calm his beating heart, and just sort of... blinked. At Yunho. Shyly.
Yunho had to regulate his breathing, thankful that he was saved from drowning in his new feelings. He removed his hand from beneath the other's shirt, and lowered them both to his sides. He finally raised his eyes up to Changmin's, a slow smile reaching his extra sensitive lips. "Dinner. Tonight," he said these two words as in invitation before adding, "I'll cook."
"T...tonight..." Changmin gulped, thinking about what that could mean... alone, together, at Yunho's house... at night... The wheels in his mind turned, imagining far too many possibilities, things he only knew about from his secret porn stash, and his face turned a deep shade of red.
Yunho nodded. "If you need me to, I can pick you up at your apartment." His eyes contained a hopeful light.
"O..o...okay," Changmin replied, hands finally loosening their grip on the other's shirt so that he could tuck his own shirt back in.
Yunho beamed, and stepped back, feeling light in his steps already. If the other weren't there he might have broken out in a short freestyle dance. "Well... this meeting... is adjourned." He chuckled, and nodded to his jacket. "Thank you for returning that." But he remembered that his clothes were probably ruffled and disoriented, so he quickly looked down and began to fix his attire.
Changmin was also trying to fix his clothing, and smoothed out his hair, before smiling shyly at Yunho, then walking out of the office, and drifting back to his desk, still numb from the encounter.
As Yunho sat down, relaxing into his chair with an absent smile, he picked up his phone. He’d stolen the other's number from the database, but knew now it wouldn't be weird for him to actually put it to use. He pressed the send button after creating a new text.
"7 P.M. See you then."
Yesung hopped off the bus, heading right to the place he cleaned the previous weekend and met that rich guy who knew Eeteuk. He was here to receive his paycheck. He went to the back entrance of the place as told, and walked inside. Already there was a difference as actual things were inside. "Hello?!!" he craned his neck this way and that.
Donghae was currently help set up a display case, when he heard the voice call out. "Can I help you?" He exclaimed, bouncing through the store, and skidded to a stop in front of Yesung. "OH!" he said, grinning widely, "I remember you!!!"
Yesung sheepishly smiled and nodded, running a hand through his hair as he peered about. He hoped that businessman wasn't here either. "Yes... I came for my check?"
"Right!" Donghae grabbed Yesung's hand and pulled him to the little office he had set up in the back of the store. "I've been waiting for you!" He dug through a pile of papers on his desk, finally coming up with a thick envelope with Yesung's name written on it. "Ahhhh hah!" He was so excited that he was going to be able to do Eeteuk such an important favor. "Thank you for your hard work!"
Yesung's eyes widened at Donghae's normal amount of energy, and nodded, taking the envelope. "Thank you.. and... good luck with.." he waved his hands about to motion to the store. "Bye!" he hurried on his way out of that place, impatient to deposit his check in time for the bills. As he walked along the sidewalk to the bus stop, he tore open the envelope and pulled out his check. Something else fell out though, and with a confused expression, he bent over to pick it up. His dark eyes read over the elegant words on the thick, flashy paper. "Bolero... grand.. opening.. invitation?" He whispered a few of the words, reading it again.
Wait... what was this? Some sort of invite to that store? Yesung shook his head and stuffed it back into the envelope, looking at his check. Now this caused a bigger reaction of shock, as he almost ran into the pole with the bus sign. The numbers on this check were much more than he should have earned! This was like nearly double the originally small amount. He grinned and more than enthusiastically lunged onto the next bus. Next stop: That gallery.
Once again it was closed. He even came earlier today hoping that he would be able to catch someone, and talk his way into the show. Yet to no avail, so there he stood, frowning as his mood was dampened.
Just then, someone came around the side of the building. He looked foreign, and had a camera slung around his neck.
Yesung noticed someone else came, and he tried to look for a hiding spot. He didn't know why he wanted to hide. He just figured it wouldn't look good for him to be practically mourning in front of the building.
Too bad the man had already spotted Yesung. He walked up to the other, and said "Can I help you?" in stilted Korean.
Yesung took a step backwards, his foot being hindered by a trash can preventing him from sneaking away. "Um, well I just came to see the art gallery. I thought they were open, but they aren't. I must have read the flyer wrong. So my mistake. I'll be going! Have a nice day!" He turned to leave, but bumped into the bin, forgetting it was there.
"Oh, I sorry, the gallery... it was just open on yesterday," the man replied, "But... you are a fan?"
Yesung found his tenseness easing; maybe because of the broken Korean. "I just... wanted to see. I love art. And I've never seen this artist." He glanced down to the man's camera, for the first time really seeing it. "You're a... photographer?"
He nodded. "My name is Hangeng, it's nice meet you." He smiled, slipping a hand into his pocket, before pulling out a key. "Come, I'll let you in to see."
Oh my, was he in heaven? Maybe his luck was turning around. He followed the man, deciding to announce, "My name's Yesung." As the other opened the door, a sense of awe was already enveloping him. "So this gallery... is of your photos?"
"It is," Hangeng replied, unlocking the door and leading the other inside, "It's to be taken down in few hours, but you can look around?" He left Yesung, going to turn on the lights, illuminating a series of photos lining each of the long walls. "I hope it to your liking?" He said, a little bit shy as he looked around the room, a clear look of pride on his face.
Yesung slowly inhaled as he saw the row of pictures revealed. The shots ranged from inanimate objects to mainly people. The figures on the large draping photos were all arranged in engaging positions. And they were beautiful people. "Are these.. friends of yours?" he walked beside the other, staring around.
"Some of them," Hangeng murmured, standing back to give the other space, "Sometimes I just.... go out to find inspiration."
Yesung nodded, completely astounded. "I... I paint myself. And recently found a new inspiration." He glanced down to his bag that he always carried with him, the canvas of Eeteuk safely tucked inside.
"You paint?" Hangeng asked, clearly excited about it, "I wish to see..."
Yesung flushed a bit, apprehensive to show his work to an actual professional. But the man was so kind in letting him see his gallery when it was closed. "Alright," he paused, and opened the bag. His hand gently grasped the edge of the canvas and he slowly pulled it out, lifting the painting up for the man to view his depiction of the angel on the bench.
"Oh, you have it with y..." Hangeng trailed off, peering at the painting, giving it a really professional appraisal, and his eyes stilled on Eeteuk's face, eyebrows raising in surprise. "I've always wanted to shoot Eeteuk... how you get so lucky to have him sit for a painting?"
Yesung almost dropped the canvas hearing that name release from Hangeng's mouth. "You know him? I mean... well you've heard of him?" He was more stunned that this photographer would know of Eeteuk.
Hangeng nodded. "You don't know?... He's such a famous model, photographers all over country want shoot him..." He looked at the painting again, his smile growing. "You really capture him..."
The painter bit his lower lip, trying to stop his frown from ensuing. This just meant even less of a chance for him to be with Eeteuk. He actually had hope that there was a possibility, but hearing this... it would never happen. "Thank you..."
Hangeng's smile drooped. Had he said something wrong? "I... sorry, my Korean isn't... ...your painting is beautiful."
Yesung directed his gaze back up to the photographer and put on a smile. "Thank you. But only because it's Eeteuk." He let his eyes trail over the painting again wondering when he would next see this more than perfect man. He slipped his painting back into his bag, and they walked the path of the rest of the photos. The last picture of the gallery was one of a very effeminate man, with long red hair, who portrayed a sensual, alluring look. "Who is this? A friend?"
Hangeng sighed, a little bit wistfully. "He's... a model. Beautiful, isn't he? Indescribable." He walked closer to the photograph. "I was lucky enough photograph him once, but... " He shook his head. "Elusive. Like your Eeteuk."
Yesung glanced between Hangeng and the photograph of that man and nodded. He wondered if there was more Hangeng felt than being a simple photographer of him. If so, his and Hangeng's situation was somewhat similar... "Don't give up. I'm sure you'll be able to photograph him again." This became a pep talk to himself too.
Hangeng nodded. "I stay in Korea until I do."
Seeing the flicker of determination on the other's features brought admiration to Yesung. He wanted that fire. Maybe he would stay in the park until he saw Eeteuk again. A small laugh left him at that thought, and he looked at Hangeng again. "Thank you again. For letting me see.. your art show. It was very good. I wish I could have my own," he looked back down the way they came, taking one last glance at the brilliant photographs.
“Don‘t give up.” Hangeng laid a comforting hand on Yesung’s arm. “You have real talent, trust I. It a lot harder to capture someone with paint than with camera.”
Yesung nodded, thanking the other. He actually exchanged numbers with Hangeng, feeling it would be smart to keep in contact with a fellow artist. On the bus home, he fingered the small invitation. He knew Eeteuk would be there… but was he going to be?
Changmin had promised himself that he’d call Junsu today, and despite his reservations (he didn‘t want to get teased, but that would be a given), he finally decided to go through with it on his lunch break. He went outside, finding a private bench, and dialed his friend.
Junsu was in the middle of doing nothing when Changmin called. He sprang for the phone when it rang, hoping that it would be Yoochun who called. Seeing Changmin’s name on the caller id, he was only slightly disappointed. “What‘s up, Minmin?”
Choosing not to complain about the nickname, Changmin instead said, “So… I talked to Yoochun…”
Junsu immediately stiffened. Ever since the other night when he’d gotten way too drunk and ended up in bed with his oldest friend, things had been… weird, to say the least. Yoochun hadn’t even hung around in the morning so they could talk about it, but instead had bolted before Junsu woke up.
“Are you two okay?” Changmin continued, “He was acting a little bit strange.”
“Of course we‘re fine,” Junsu replied, a little shortly, definitely not wanting to talk about it. “Why wouldn‘t we be?”
His shortness surprised Changmin greatly. It was obvious that something had happened- something bad. He could only hope that the two would be able to make up. “Anyway…” he quickly changed the subject, not wanting to upset his hyung, “I… I really need some advice.”
This made Junsu squeak in delight, Yoochun momentarily forgotten. “Of course you do! What happened? Does it have something to do with Yunho?”
“Well… actually… hyung… he…” Changmin still couldn’t believe that it had even happened.
“Tell me! Oh my god, tell me right now Shim Changmin,” Junsu demanded.
“He called me into his office. And kissed me. And asked me to dinner. At his place.” Once he started, it all spilled out, and Junsu gasped louder.
“What kind of kiss was it?” Junsu was so ecstatic that Changmin had finally found a man.
“It was… it…”
“Tongue?” Junsu interrupted.
“He pressed me against the desk, and… yes….”
“And now he wants you to come to his house? Oh my god, I can’t believe this day has come!”
“What day?” Changmin asked, horrified by Junsu’s overreaction.
“The day where my little Minnie asks for sex advice!”
“I‘m not asking for sex advice!” Changmin exclaimed, over loudly, and he sank down on the bench in humiliation as random people walking by seemed to all look at him.
Meanwhile, Junsu was laughing his ass off. “You‘ll be fine, Changminnie. Just… shower before you go, dress nice, and… go with the flow. And for christ‘s sake, don‘t over think this. You like him. And he obviously likes you too.”
That was almost nice advice, so Changmin thanked Junsu, and told him he had to return to work before the other’s advice got any more detailed. He then hung up and returned to work.
After hanging up with Changmin, Junsu knew he had to call Yoochun, and he did without hesitation. The second he heard the other answer, he blurted out, “Are we okay? Good, because I have to tell you something. Oh my god, you won‘t believe it!”
Yoochun nearly dropped his phone hearing that voice blurt out that he hadn’t heard in a while. He almost wanted to tell the other they weren’t okay, but the curiosity overtook him. “What‘d you hear? Did some guy from five months ago want another round with you?” Okay, so he still held some bitter resentment, but he was allowed to.
“What?” Junsu laughed, barely listening, but secretly relieved that Yoochun was talking to him, “Yunho called Changmin into his office, and they made out all over the desk or something! And our baby is going to his boyfriend‘s tonight, and what do you want to bet they fuck?”
Now Yoochun did drop his phone on the counter and quickly picked it back up again. “He is not going to. Even if he‘s got it bad for the guy, he wouldn‘t go that far so soon.” Yoochun should have tossed in a ‘he’s not like you’.
“I don‘t kno~ow,” Junsu replied, “he sounded pretty nervous. And excited… I want to meet Yunho!” He said, suddenly changing the direction of the conversation, “You‘ll come with me tomorrow to bring Minnie lunch, right?”
Yoochun did not like the idea at all of seeing Junsu. The other was acting as if the other night hadn’t happened at all. But he wanted to see this Yunho. “Fine, I‘ll go. But you supply the lunch.”
“But-” Junsu had kind of been counting on Yoochun doing that. But he could probably throw something together. “Fine then. Pick me up at eleven? See you soon, Chunnie-baby.” And then he hung up before the other man could say anything else.
So now he was driving? Yoochun shook his head and briefly glared down at his phone. So tomorrow then… he would finally see Junsu again.
Eeteuk had decided that he needed to go to work. After all, he really was fine, and maybe it would reassure Yunho, who was probably over worried.
There was a big runway show coming up, and today the designer and models were meeting for fittings and that sort of thing. It was pretty important. There were also rumors that there might be some press doing interviews, as it was the famous designer’s first show in a while.
So. Eeteuk got up and went to work. He arrived early and walked into the large building, looking around, trying to figure out where he was supposed to be.
A well known voice full of character could be heard through most of the back stage. “What wouldn‘t you want to know about me is the appropriate question. But really, I‘ll take anyone that‘s sitting on a mountain of cash.” A loud laugh followed. There Heechul stood, a camera and lights pointed at him. The man with the microphone chuckled and turned to the lens to speak. “And there you heard it old men, Kim Heechul is up for auction to the highest bidder.” The cameras lowered and Heechul tried to pinch the anchor’s side. “Yah! Now I‘m gonna get messages on my site from wrinkly old men.”
Eeteuk laughed to himself, ever amused by the things Heechul said, and walked in, pausing a few feet away. He needed to go get dressed and his hair fixed before they tried to interview him, but the man who had been interviewing Heechul, whose back was currently to him, sounded awfully familiar.
“You won‘t be complaining once they buy you Dolce sunglasses. You cant hank me later. I‘ll take soju.” Heechul smacked the interviewer on his arm after that remark. The man grinned before turning his neck to look around. “Alright, who else is there to investigate?” Heechul spotted Eeteuk though, a slow side smile creeping up. “Kangin-ah, looks like Eeteuk arrived just in time.”
Kangin… Eeteuk’s eyes widened in horror, and he stood there, wanting to run, but not knowing where… Why him? Why today?
Laying his eyes on Eeteuk, a strange nostalgia rose. Kangin excused himself from the small crew and Heechul, who delivered a nice smirk to Eeteuk before going to finish his makeup. “Do you have a few minutes?” Kangin enquired with an air of hope.
“I… really should…” Eeteuk’s eyes darted frantically, searching for an escape. “I really need to…”
“Eeteuk,” he began to speak, knowing the model could spare two minutes. “I‘m sorry.” He had more to say but wanted to see the other’s reaction first, if he was willing to listen to the rest.
Of all the things that Kangin could have said at that moment, sorry was the last thing Eeteuk had expected, and he had no clue how to respond.
When Eeteuk made no movement to leave, he continued, his voice low but serious. “I realized a long time ago that I was irrational. So I‘m sorry for not trusting you. I should have known you would never cheat on me with Yunho. And I‘m sorry for causing you pain. It was heartless of me to call you those things and to not give you a chance to explain.” There was no one around them, so Kangin let it all pout out.
“Oh…” To say that Eeteuk was shocked was a major understatement. “Th… thank you?” He felt a small weight lift off his chest, relief, that one less person thought he was… a whore.
Kangin still had a frown tugging down upon his lips. “How have you been?”
“I… I‘ve been okay…” Before Siwon, he would have been able to say he’d been good. “Work is going well… how about you?”
Kangin permitted a smile to reach his lips after hearing that. He knew Eeteuk wasn’t at his optimum by that answer, but at least he was working. “I‘ve been really well. Haven’t been dating anyone, but that‘s fine by me.” He then raised his microphone to his lips and pretended to speak into it. “You look good.”
“Thank you,” Eeteuk replied, smiling slightly.
After a moment, Kangin spoke again. “Well, I should be going. Don‘t want any models stabbing each other with their elbows over an interview.” He studied Eeteuk for a moment before brushing past him.
“Oka-” Eeteuk blinked, startled as Kangin moved past. He stood there for a few moments, then took a deep breath, and went to find where hair and makeup was being done.
Yunho had been planning the rest of the day what he was going to cook up. As soon as the end of the day had come, he’d rushed home. There, he began to whistle about his kitchen, which he truthfully rarely ever used. Tonight’s menu included soyu chicken, bak choy, and of course, rice. Dessert would be a surprise.
Changmin rushed home after work to change his clothes, fretting endlessly over what he should wear. Then he went to stand at the window and wait for the other man to come pick him up. He knew it was pathetic, waiting like that, but he found that he didn't really care.
While setting the food on low heat in the oven, he changed his clothes and hurried out the door. Maybe he drove faster than usual, but he was excited. After pulling up outside of the apartment, he quickly whipped out his phone and dialed Changmin. He exhaled slowly so he sounded calm and collected.
Changmin jumped at the sound of his phone, as usual, and answered, trying to sound calm. “Hi Yunho-shii.”
“Hey, I hope you’re ready for an amazing dinner,” he smiled through the phone. “I‘m here, so come down when you‘re um… ready…” He’d started off good, at least, but it had dwindled down from there.
“I‘m ready,” Changmin exclaimed overeagerly. Ugh, embarrassing himself already? “I mean… Um. Coming.” He locked his door and walked downstairs to the other’s car.
Yunho waited patiently despite his nerves. When he saw Changmin exit the building, his breath hitched and he felt himself flush slightly at how good the other looked.
Changmin got into the car, doing his best to hide his nerves. “Thank you for picking me up.”
“No problem.” He took another look at Changmin before commenting, “You look really good.” After letting that out, he began to drive.
He looked at himself, then at Yunho. His appearance seriously paled in comparison to the other’s. “Thank you…”
They drove along, making small talk, and eventually arrived at a towering glass building. The lights surrounding the structure bounced magnificently off the windows. Yunho entered the underground parking and parked into his special spot reserved for him. He owned the complex, after all.
"Wow..." Changmin stared, paling as he thought of his horrible apartment that he'd actually been proud of... it was nothing compared to this.
“I prefer this place over the house.” House was an understatement as his other abode was a mansion, but Changmin didn’t need to know that just yet. An elevator inside the garage led up to all of the floors. Yunho had the whole top floor to himself. Inside the lift, he was brought back to when he had first met Changmin a week ago.
“A house?” Changmin gaped a little bit, standing by the other. “Oh…”
Yunho realized how that had made him sound and quickly waved it off. “Oh it‘s nothing. It has no character at all.” He scolded himself within. Thankfully, they came to the top floor and Yunho punched in his code to allow the doors to open. The metal doors slid open to a vast room with a wide area for the living room and an open view of the kitchen.
He stared, feeling completely out of place. With all of this, Yunho had to be a millionaire, at least.
He slipped off his shoes and headed further inside. The scent of the food floated through the air. “Oh yes, it should be done,” he remarked about dinner.
“Smells delicious,” Changmin mumbled, staring around in awe.
Yunho headed over to the oven, taking out a dish towel so that the could pull the metal pan out without burning himself. He set the pan carefully on the stovetop, and hissed out a low breath at seeing the faded waves of steam wiping up. Within the pan was chicken slices marinated in a sweet soy sauce laid beside salty bak choy. He already had two plates ready to go. "Sit down sit down," Yunho urged, his voice light as he smiled.
"You really do know how to cook," Changmin said softly, amazed as the delicious smells found his nose. He hesitated at the table, before sitting down in front of the plates. "You really didn't have to go through all this trouble... just for me..."
Honestly Yunho rarely cooked, (even though he enjoyed it) so he was mainly glad his kitchen became useful. This dish here was an old favorite, so it assured him instant guarantee that the flavors would coincide well. He chuckled at Changmin, bringing over the pan and setting it on a potholder at the table. He then collected the wide bowl of warm rice, and placed it beside the pan. "Would you like some wine? Or water? Or... juice?"
"Um. Whatever you're having is fine... good... Thank you, Yunho-shii." Changmin cursed himself internally for sounding so stupid.
"Yah," Yunho leaned down briefly, trying to connect his gaze with the other's. "Don't be so formal. It makes me feel... well, formal," a smile full of warmth raised for Changmin before he straightened and went to retrieve some wine.
Changmin nodded, eyes widening as Yunho's gaze meant his own. The other's smile filled him with warmth, and he did his best to relax, not wanting to upset the other man.
Coming back with a chilled bottle of wine and two curvy glasses, he took one last glance at the table. "Is that everything?" He had bigger spoons for serving, napkins... he wasn't going to light candles because that was too cheesy. "I think so." He finally pulled his chair out and sat adjacently to Changmin. As he scooted in, his knee gently knocked into Changmin. "Oh! Sorry!"
Feeling himself flush just from Yunho's knee touching his own, Changmin had a feeling it was going to be a long night. "It's okay..." He replied, trying to decide what he should call the other. He hadn't known the other long, so to call him hyung or just Yunho would be really... impolite.
Yunho served the food. He used the tongs to carry the dark, golden chicken to Changmin's plate, and then his chopsticks to give him some bak choy. "Is this enough?" he questioned as he really began to pile on a large amount. Now he was working on the rice,
"Oh, that's plenty, thank you," Changmin replied instantly, embarrassed by the amount of food the other was giving him. By now he knew Yunho knew of his massive appetite. He must find it so amusing. Changmin waited patiently for the other to serve himself, before picking up his chopsticks and taking a polite bite of the food, which was, not surprisingly, amazing.
Yunho hesitated and watched from the corner of his eye for Changmin's critique of the food. He took a casual bite of his own chicken and rice. Not to be arrogant, but he had to admit that this was quite tasty- better than other times he’d cooked it up. "My Yunho, you outdid yourself," he quietly joked, now taking the initiative to pour them some wine.
Changmin laughed nervously. "It's really really good. I'm impressed." He reached for the wine, taking a small sip, hoping that Yunho hadn't noticed the small tremble in his hand, and went back to eating slowly, doing his best not to shovel the food into his mouth. He'd been too nervous about this meeting to eat, and he was starving. And the food was great.
Yunho let the over-complacency sink in at Changmin's approval. It secretly pleased him to a point of smugness at how the other enjoyed his dish. This was the first time he cooked for someone who he was... dating. Yes, dating. He really liked that thought. But... he wanted this also approved by Changmin. "So, Changmin..." he took a sip of the wine to clear his throat. "We're dating, right?"
The question completely caught Changmin off guard and he struggled to swallow his bite of food without choking. He wanted to be dating Yunho, wanted... a lot of things with the other man. But to hear him come right out and say it had his heart pounding in his chest. He had it bad. "D...dating... I... I thi... I mean... I..."
He decided to elaborate more to clarify a few of his own thoughts. "Dating only each other, yes? I mean... I wouldn't mind being considered more with you, but moving too fast might be troublesome. So we'll just call.. this.. dating?" Yunho wanted this to be a mutual consideration, instead of an assumption. He had a sense Changmin wouldn't be with anyone else, but in case someone else had their eyes on him, Yunho wanted to assure that he could tell whoever that was that Changmin and he were the ones together.
"Dating..." Changmin nodded, horrified as his cheeks lit up the moment he layed his eyes on the older man, "I... really would like to be exclusive... with you... Yunho..." He couldn't believe this was really happening.
A brimming smile crossed Yunho's lips, and he snatched this chance to lift off his chair and lean over to peck a quick kiss on the other's warm cheek. Afterwards, he settled back to continue eating, already wondering how to present the dessert.
Smiling so wide that his eyes went crooked, Changmin returned to his meal, pausing only when a frightening thought crossed his mind. "Jaejoong-shii..."
Hearing that uttered name, Yunho turned his surprised stare to Changmin. Now he was reminded of earlier today, and the raise in his spirits lowered. "I talked to him yesterday." If that could be considered talking. "You don't need to worry." Really, he didn't want to dive further into what occurred so he kept it short.
"You don't think you need to hire a body guard to keep him from murdering me?" Changmin asked, his voice light and joking, even though part of him suspected that it might be true. "He... saw me with your jacket... He thinks we... last night we..."
Yunho chewed on a new bite of food listening, and he almost wanted to laugh but felt that would have been disrespectful. "So does he know we're together?"
"I didn't say we were... but he assumed..." Changmin had hoped to keep from having conflicts with people at his work, but obviously that was one plan he might as well give up on. He had a feeling that Jaejoong wasn't the only person that would be upset that Yunho had chosen Changmin. ...Yunho had chosen Changmin!
Yunho sensed a darker cloud beginning to condense over Changmin, and he wanted to breeze it away. "Well it's good that he knows. Jaejoong will find someone else in no time. Don't worry," he repeated. Now this sealed the deal that Jaejoong shouldn't be 'visiting' Yunho anymore. He drained the rest of his glass of wine.
"Okay," Changmin replied, copying Yunho by draining his own glass of wine. He couldn't think of one good reason why he was someone that Yunho would want, and that was slowly making him loose his appetite.
Yunho noted that Changmin's rate of chopsticking bite-fulls into his mouth had slowed. Maybe the food really wasn't good. "Something's bothering you." He bluntly stated, and hoped it wasn't the dinner. "What's wrong?" Yunho set down his utensils and centered his attention on the younger one.
He'd hoped the other wouldn't notice, but clearly he wasn't as good at hiding his feelings as he'd hoped he was. Changmin looked up at Yunho shyly. "I just... There's nothing that great about me, not really... and I'm having a hard time understanding why you, who could have anyone in the world, would want to settle for someone like me, whom you barely even know. Maybe I'm over thinking things, but..." Changmin looked back down at his plate.
As Changmin spoke, Yunho felt an array of disbelief. Firstly, this made him seem superior, and Yunho tried hard not to appear that way. And secondly, Changmin put himself down, lowering his status further than dirt level and that was the last thing Yunho wanted. "Changmin," Yunho searched for words to express himself, "you're different without a doubt, but that's a good thing. I feel comfortable around you. Like I don't have to put on some high and mighty mask. And... you're charming. The way you stutter over your words. And... you're pretty damn attractive. That's what first caught my eye." Yunho really did have a novel full of reasons onto why he would want Changmin over anyone else in the world, but he could save those other chapters for later.
Changmin had to look up at the other and smile as Yunho listed several reasons. "Thank... you?" Yet another time where he had no clue what to say. The fact that someone like Yunho thought so highly of him meant the world. "I... I hope I don't let you down."
Yunho chuckled and reached up, flicking Changmin square in the center of his forehead. "Yah... you're only going to let me down if you keep thinking you don't deserve me. I'm not some untouchable idol." With the same hand, he dropped his fingers down the line of the other's cheek before he lowered it even more to Changmin's hand. He guided Changmin's hand up to his own cheek, where he let the other cup his skin. "I'm very touchable... aren't I?"
The feel of Yunho's cool skin under his hand made Changmin flush, yet again. He slowly reached up with his other hand, cupping his hyung's face carefully, and slid his thumbs over the skin. Every time he touched Yunho, it made his pulse race. And there was so much more of Yunho Changmin wanted to touch...
Seeing and soon feeling the delicate movement, Yunho leaned his cheek into the heat of the other's hand and calmly smiled. He tilted towards the new hand, and brushed his lips against that palm. Yet to prevent himself from doing much more, he gently removed the other's hands from him. "Ready for dessert?"
"D...desert?" Changmin fisted his hands in his lap when the other gently pushed them away, wanting desperately to touch the other man more. "Did you make something?"
"Mhm," he pushed away from the table, and bustled over to the refrigerator. It wasn't anything spectacular, but he enjoyed this dessert. "Close your eyes now~" he wanted to try to glorify the small treat as best he could for Changmin.
"Okay," Changmin closed his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Balancing the small platter on his hand, he set it with a small cling onto the table. Waiting a few seconds for suspense, Yunho finally exclaimed, "Open your eyes!"
Upon the plate stood two glazed round dough balls, filled with a creamy sticky rice. Beside the two balls were thinly sliced mango pieces. "I know it's not a lot.. but it'll hit the spot."
Changmin opened his eyes and smiled in delight. The food looked delicious, of course (when did Changmin ever not think food looked good?) But the excited face Yunho was making made it even better. "Ooh~" he exclaimed, wanting to make the other's smile grow even more.
Yunho laughed, and eagerly picked up a spoon as he sat down, sliding his chair a little to the side to be closer. He used the spoon to slice one of the dough balls in half, as well as a mango. With both teetering on the curve of the spoon, he navigated it to Changmin. Now this was when he pushed past the awkwardness of feeding the other, and tossed in a, "Open wide."
Blushing darkly, Changmin opened his mouth, knowing that if he tried to argue, he'd just end up embarrassing himself.
And right into Changmin's mouth slid the coolness of the spoon, mixed with the cool yet moistly texturized dough piece, and the juicy and sweet mango. Yunho removed the spoon though and observed Changmin now.
"Mm..." The younger man’s eyes drifted closed as he chewed the sweet dessert.
After seeing the apparent passing grade, Yunho took the other halves of the dough ball and mango, tasting it for himself. The way the stickiness of the rice and the firmness of the mango mixed was really quite interesting. He glanced up back to Changmin, and spotted nothing on the other's face. But he still pretended there was. "Uh-oh," he let his thumb dab at the corner of the other's mouth, and frowned as the non-existent sweet juice was being resistant. So to take care of matters, he leaned over and placed his lips firmly against the tip of those just as sweet lips.
Changmin's eyes shot open when he felt Yunho's fingers on his face, and then suddenly the other's lips were pressed against his own. Caught off guard, as usual, Changmin gasped softly, eyes closing once again.
Yunho didn't sustain the kiss for long, pulling away and swooping his gaze over Changmin's mouth. "Ah... now it's gone." Now playfully smirking, he prepared the last ball again with the fruit like before, the spoon ready in his hand. "Some more?"
Too soon, the kiss was over, and Changmin blinked at Yunho, momentarily putting his hands over his blushing cheeks, then nodded, and accepted the bite.
Once eating his own last bite, dessert officially came to an end. That conclusion bothered Yunho as he certainly didn't want this -night- to end. So now he had to suggest something else to keep the other here longer. "I hope dinner and dessert met your standards," he grinned a bit, still thinking. An idea clicked and he continued, "But now may I give you the grand tour of my humble abode?"
With the meal over, Changmin could feel his nerves growing. Was that it? Was it time to go home? Or did Yunho have more planned. At the other's suggestion, he nodded, grateful for the excuse to stay longer. "I would."
Yunho easily took the few dishes and set them in the convenient dish washer. Now came the main part of the night that had been randomly spurting up in his mind. What would happen after dinner? He even did last minute tidy-ups here and there. "Alright, well, obviously this is the kitchen," he gestured his arm at the room. "Come, come this way," he waved his hand as he moved back to the larger area.
Changmin got up quickly, and tried to help Yunho clean up, but it took the other only a moment. Then the tour began.
The main living area had a cozy set up of an l-shaped couch and a couple big chairs. The furniture focused on the plasma screen mounted up. A black fireplace stood against the wall, and a large picture of a landscape decorated the space above it. The highlight of the room was the spanse of wide windows stretching across one wall, showing an illuminated view of part of the city. "The living room, which you also saw earlier..."
Changmin nodded, taking a better look, his eyes focusing mainly on the incredible view of the city.
Now he led Changmin down the hallway, the light from the previous room allowing them to see. The first room on the left, he showed as the guest bathroom. There was a closet on their way, and an empty bedroom that mainly his model friend used with its own bathroom as well. Finally Yunho stopped at the door near the end of the corridor. "Now," he let his hand rest on the doorknob as he shifted to Changmin, "the moment you've probably been waiting for." He said this in a teasing tone of course. "Where the magic happens..."
Praying that Yunho didn't know how right he was about that, Changmin did his best to laugh lightly, and waited for the other to open the door.
With a slow, even more teasing motion, Yunho pushed the door open, the lights in the room off. He stepped inside and waited for Changmin to enter before flicking them on. At the right moment, he hit the light switch and his room came into full view. It was practically the size of two rooms, the space closest to them filled with the chaise and another sleek tv. The items were a definition of dark masculine. His bed on the one wall was wide, and covered with a bedding ranging in creams and light browns. An armoire stood boldly, and the wall opposing them had curtains sweeping along the whole expanse. A door off to the side led to his just as elaborate bathroom.
It was more grand than anything Changmin had imagined, and he looked around, trying to keep his focus off the bed. Even with as little attention as he was giving it, he knew that his mind now had the setting for the fantasies that he'd been having with more and more frequency. "Wow..." he said, wanting to assure Yunho that he was properly impressed.
Yunho smiled, and walked over to the small table beside the chaise. "Just wait until you see this." He lifted a small remote and pressed a button, a faint sound humming as the curtains began to fold away and open up. Behind, were floor length windows, allowing a clear perspective of another part of the city. Yunho nodded his head, urging Changmin to step closer to receive a better view.
Changmin walked over to the windows, needing no encouragement, and gazed out at the view, even more incredible than the last. 'It would be amazing to wake up to something like that..."
Yunho let his thumb press down on another button, the lights overhead dimming down to establish that intimate setting. Now he directed his focus on the form of Changmin, how tall and lean his silhouette stood with the city background. Barely hearing those words, he smiled slightly and slowly closed the distance between them. He placed himself behind Changmin, his eyes following the line of the other's neck as his hands glided gently along the other's waist. He rested his chin on the curve of Changmin's shoulder, looking out the window now too. "Well... you can... if you want...."
[[The rest of this chapter will be posted separately, as it is rated NC-17. It will be up soon. :3]]