[JaeMin] Beautiful Dirty Rich (R) V
9:43 pm
My head was spinning. I tried to focus. Where was I? Crimson walls, white sheets, an arm lazily placed over my waist from behind. I was still in his room. Changmin’s room. I tried to limit my movements in a way that I wouldn’t wake him. I eased myself up, focusing my weight on my hands as I pushed off the bed, lifting the upper extremities of my body, turning to the right and finally leaning against the headboard. The room, seeing as it was soaked in a pool of black with simply the lights from the city outside shining through, made it slightly difficult for me to find my clothes. I scanned the floor, turning my head from left to right as I did so. It was then that I noticed a minor amount of tenderness coming from my nape all the way down to my buttocks.
I rubbed the back of my neck with one of my hands and breathed deeply. I felt sticky all over as leftover sweat stuck to my skin. I looked over to my right and saw Changmin’s sleeping form bare from head to waist, his back exposed and gradually moving up and down, his slumber undisturbed by my movements. His arm was still around me, his comforter acting as a thick barrier between his skin and mine, although lower due to my change of position. I stared at the older man beside me for a little while, taking in the sight of him, unguarded. It was nice. Seeing him this way. He looked…normal.
I rolled my eyes at the thoughts suddenly popping into my head. Of course he was normal. What the hell am I talking about? I looked back at Changmin this time trying to construct my thoughts better. He started to squirm a little and as he did my head immediately jerked my gaze away from him as if I were caught doing something wrong. I stared ahead as I felt him move, praying that he won’t wake up yet. From the corner of my eye I saw his head that was once looking the opposite way, turn to my direction, his eyes still closed as I felt his arm around me hold on tighter. When he stopped moving and was back to his lifeless self I looked back at him.
The small amount of light from the window acted as a small spotlight on his face fading to his hips giving me a clearer view of him amidst the darkness that surrounded us. Changmin’s face was free of any expression, free of any worries that were clearly visible when I first saw him today. My brows came together as I contemplated why the thought of Changmin unharmed, carefree and relaxed made me feel at ease. I’d only known him for a week yet at that moment, sitting here next to him, him sleeping next to me, I sensed an unusual feeling of attachment to him.
I do love her. It’s just that I’m not stupid. Our conversation in his car repeated itself in my head, his words dancing around without making much sense. What does that mean? How can you be in love with someone yet not willing to act stupid or be stupid when it comes to them? I have been hurt in my life before. There were things that had happened to me that if occurred in another person’s life would cause them to be numb, to be emancipated of all thoughts about life, purpose and love. But for some reason these unfortunate events didn’t stain my views on love. I still believe in it, and I still feel it, just in a more realistic sense. It made me wonder about Changmin and why he thought the way that he did. It made me want to know more about him. About his childhood, his past friends and lovers, the first time he lost his virginity. Certain milestones in our lives that either alter our perspectives or strengthen them.
I smiled at my foolishness. “Whaaaat?” I yawned out as a whisper as I scratched my left shoulder.
I took another glance at the digital clock on top of the bedside dresser. 9:50 pm, it blinked. Shit. I should really get home. I knew that once I entered the door to my house my mother’s shrills would follow me like my own shadow. But there really isn’t any use crying over spilled milk. I tried, slowly, to lift Changmin’s arm off me by using my ring finger and thumb to circle his wrist. As I was about to lift his hand he suddenly pulled it away. I thought he had awaken but as it turns out he hadn’t. With his eyes still closed he turned his entire body to the direction opposite to where I was as he laid on his side, grabbing the sheets and pulling them to his chest.
“Goodnight to you, too, hyung!” I whispered with an overly done thumbs up. I pushed the covers away from me as I walked to my clothes that were scattered across the floor. Once I was done dressing myself I grabbed my bag that was situated on Changmin’s desk on the other side of the room. As I was about to step out the lights went on, the darkness of the room disappearing. My body turned around in an instant and found Changmin leaning on his elbow, his eyes still half closed, his forehead crinkled as his brows met in the middle of his forehead.
“Jaee…joong..” He yawned as he rubbed both his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
“Sorry.” I walked closer to the foot of the bed. “Did I wake you?”
“You were supposed to wake me up.” Changmin sat up and leaned on the headboard, shaking his haed, probably trying to wake himself up. “Come on..” He yawned again. “I’m gonna take you home.”
“I can manage.” I slung my bag over my head.
“It’s ten o’ clock in the evening. You live on the other side of the world. You’ll get there faster if I drive you.” Changmin swung his legs over to the edge of the bed, letting his feet touch the floor as he bent over and reached for his boxers and slipped them on.
“it’s nine fifty five. No, I don’t. I’d rather go home in one piece then have you drive in your half dead state.”
Changmin was already grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt from his closet as he spoke again. “You should listen to your elders.” He half smiled as he placed one leg into his shorts, the other shortly in after that, then pulled them up to his waist.
I glared at him. “I hate you.” I joked with a serious face.
He looked at me and chuckled as he opened one of the bedside drawers. He stood up, a brown evelope in his hand as he pushed the drawer back in place with his hips and walked over to me. “Perfect. I’m not really paying you to love me, am I?” As Changmin walked passed me he slammed my money onto my hard chest. I laid my hand over it as he disappeared from my sight.
There it was again. I felt as if I were hit in the head with a baseball bat. Actually that would’ve been less painful. Really. How can someone I barely knew make me feel so many emotions in less than a day? They say that relationships are similar to being on a roller coaster what with the highs and lows and loops and all that jazz. Whatever this was that I had with Changmin, it wasn’t just a roller coaster ride. Shim Changmin represented the entire fucking amusement park.
A/N: Just a reminder. I update every other day. Today I just felt like posting two fics at once since I already finished editing them. No use in depriving the public, right? Hehehe. Anyways, comments are greatly appreciated. Lemme know what you think. :) LOVExxx
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My head was spinning. I tried to focus. Where was I? Crimson walls, white sheets, an arm lazily placed over my waist from behind. I was still in his room. Changmin’s room. I tried to limit my movements in a way that I wouldn’t wake him. I eased myself up, focusing my weight on my hands as I pushed off the bed, lifting the upper extremities of my body, turning to the right and finally leaning against the headboard. The room, seeing as it was soaked in a pool of black with simply the lights from the city outside shining through, made it slightly difficult for me to find my clothes. I scanned the floor, turning my head from left to right as I did so. It was then that I noticed a minor amount of tenderness coming from my nape all the way down to my buttocks.
I rubbed the back of my neck with one of my hands and breathed deeply. I felt sticky all over as leftover sweat stuck to my skin. I looked over to my right and saw Changmin’s sleeping form bare from head to waist, his back exposed and gradually moving up and down, his slumber undisturbed by my movements. His arm was still around me, his comforter acting as a thick barrier between his skin and mine, although lower due to my change of position. I stared at the older man beside me for a little while, taking in the sight of him, unguarded. It was nice. Seeing him this way. He looked…normal.
I rolled my eyes at the thoughts suddenly popping into my head. Of course he was normal. What the hell am I talking about? I looked back at Changmin this time trying to construct my thoughts better. He started to squirm a little and as he did my head immediately jerked my gaze away from him as if I were caught doing something wrong. I stared ahead as I felt him move, praying that he won’t wake up yet. From the corner of my eye I saw his head that was once looking the opposite way, turn to my direction, his eyes still closed as I felt his arm around me hold on tighter. When he stopped moving and was back to his lifeless self I looked back at him.
The small amount of light from the window acted as a small spotlight on his face fading to his hips giving me a clearer view of him amidst the darkness that surrounded us. Changmin’s face was free of any expression, free of any worries that were clearly visible when I first saw him today. My brows came together as I contemplated why the thought of Changmin unharmed, carefree and relaxed made me feel at ease. I’d only known him for a week yet at that moment, sitting here next to him, him sleeping next to me, I sensed an unusual feeling of attachment to him.
I do love her. It’s just that I’m not stupid. Our conversation in his car repeated itself in my head, his words dancing around without making much sense. What does that mean? How can you be in love with someone yet not willing to act stupid or be stupid when it comes to them? I have been hurt in my life before. There were things that had happened to me that if occurred in another person’s life would cause them to be numb, to be emancipated of all thoughts about life, purpose and love. But for some reason these unfortunate events didn’t stain my views on love. I still believe in it, and I still feel it, just in a more realistic sense. It made me wonder about Changmin and why he thought the way that he did. It made me want to know more about him. About his childhood, his past friends and lovers, the first time he lost his virginity. Certain milestones in our lives that either alter our perspectives or strengthen them.
I smiled at my foolishness. “Whaaaat?” I yawned out as a whisper as I scratched my left shoulder.
I took another glance at the digital clock on top of the bedside dresser. 9:50 pm, it blinked. Shit. I should really get home. I knew that once I entered the door to my house my mother’s shrills would follow me like my own shadow. But there really isn’t any use crying over spilled milk. I tried, slowly, to lift Changmin’s arm off me by using my ring finger and thumb to circle his wrist. As I was about to lift his hand he suddenly pulled it away. I thought he had awaken but as it turns out he hadn’t. With his eyes still closed he turned his entire body to the direction opposite to where I was as he laid on his side, grabbing the sheets and pulling them to his chest.
“Goodnight to you, too, hyung!” I whispered with an overly done thumbs up. I pushed the covers away from me as I walked to my clothes that were scattered across the floor. Once I was done dressing myself I grabbed my bag that was situated on Changmin’s desk on the other side of the room. As I was about to step out the lights went on, the darkness of the room disappearing. My body turned around in an instant and found Changmin leaning on his elbow, his eyes still half closed, his forehead crinkled as his brows met in the middle of his forehead.
“Jaee…joong..” He yawned as he rubbed both his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
“Sorry.” I walked closer to the foot of the bed. “Did I wake you?”
“You were supposed to wake me up.” Changmin sat up and leaned on the headboard, shaking his haed, probably trying to wake himself up. “Come on..” He yawned again. “I’m gonna take you home.”
“I can manage.” I slung my bag over my head.
“It’s ten o’ clock in the evening. You live on the other side of the world. You’ll get there faster if I drive you.” Changmin swung his legs over to the edge of the bed, letting his feet touch the floor as he bent over and reached for his boxers and slipped them on.
“it’s nine fifty five. No, I don’t. I’d rather go home in one piece then have you drive in your half dead state.”
Changmin was already grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt from his closet as he spoke again. “You should listen to your elders.” He half smiled as he placed one leg into his shorts, the other shortly in after that, then pulled them up to his waist.
I glared at him. “I hate you.” I joked with a serious face.
He looked at me and chuckled as he opened one of the bedside drawers. He stood up, a brown evelope in his hand as he pushed the drawer back in place with his hips and walked over to me. “Perfect. I’m not really paying you to love me, am I?” As Changmin walked passed me he slammed my money onto my hard chest. I laid my hand over it as he disappeared from my sight.
There it was again. I felt as if I were hit in the head with a baseball bat. Actually that would’ve been less painful. Really. How can someone I barely knew make me feel so many emotions in less than a day? They say that relationships are similar to being on a roller coaster what with the highs and lows and loops and all that jazz. Whatever this was that I had with Changmin, it wasn’t just a roller coaster ride. Shim Changmin represented the entire fucking amusement park.
A/N: Just a reminder. I update every other day. Today I just felt like posting two fics at once since I already finished editing them. No use in depriving the public, right? Hehehe. Anyways, comments are greatly appreciated. Lemme know what you think. :) LOVExxx
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