[FIC] The Art of Smooching
I know I'm behind on LJ, but I really had the urge to write, needed an outlet and found myself penning this. Hopefully I'll be able to catch up with LJ soon.
Title (prompt): The Art of Kissing Smooching
Pairing: HoMin
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, romance
Summary: Changmin’s analytical nature fails him with the concepts of leadersshi and lip locking.
A/N: For haru_no_keeki ^_^ I haven't written too many HoMin, and most of them tend to be on the crackish side lol. I probably took the prompt in a different direction than you might have planned, but hope you enjoy it!! <3!
His proclivities for research and having as much information as possible leads him to a natural course of watching movies, dramas, of discretely disguising himself to sit at cafes, to people watch when he can. He reads anecdotes online, takes down notes and jots them in his journal, even flips through those garish trashy magazines to see what they say. His ears burn as he feels their eyes staring, hears girls tittering around him, all 180cm+ standing out in the women’s section, but he forges through regardless.
There are a few points of similarity. And he understands the basic mechanics, some of the physics. But so much is left to personal preference and uncontrolled factors and the experience itself, well. There's absolutely no consistency there, besides the fact that it could (maybe) lead to the most overwhelming, most amazing physical and emotional experience in one's life.
Yoochun would tease him, tell him that nothing he reads or researches could really help him, that those types of things you just do and experience and learn as you go. Perhaps. But Changmin would rather at least try, feel prepared, as much as he can, when the moment comes.
The moment. Another problematic varying factor. The right timing was such a complicated matter that Changmin wonders if he could really rely on his instincts alone to capture the moment. Maybe. He isn't sure.
1) It's a complete accident and everything that can go wrong, does. It's not really his fault, Changmin tries to console himself as he rubs his nose and looks abashed. He just happened to turn at exactly the wrong time when Yunho called his name and it's a cursory glance of lips, not even anything he can feel before he realizes what exactly happened.
Yunho's eyes widen. And turns bright red. But he babbles away anyway and Changmin tries to pay attention.
Smashing of teeth isn't too pleasant either, Changmin finds.
2) Changmin is hyperaware of leadersshi. That accidental not-kiss has made him wonder if kissing is really all that it's cracked up to be and he catches himself glancing at Yunho, eyes dropping to the lips, wondering what an actual, mutually initiated kiss would be like.
He even finds himself unconsciously leaning closer than necessary when Yunho talks to him on stage, keeps focusing on those lips before Yunho raises his voice, loud, a hand usually slapping down on Changmin's shoulder.
What? He shakes it off, wondering if he's imagining the slight tinge of red he sees on his hyung's cheeks.
3) Jaejoong catches him practicing with his hand and Changmin wants to die.
"Are you so hungry you've resorted to some form of self-cannibalism?" Jaejoong has his hands on his hips, eyebrow raised high.
"N-no. Leave me alone."
"He's practicing kissing. I saw him earlier." Yoochun has poked his head in and Changmin thinks it's really time for the carpet to swallow him whole now, so he can disappear. He looks up and glares at Yoochun for good measure.
"Whoa, hey, I gave you my advice before. You just need to do it." Yoochun saunters away while Jaejoong starts to giggle, full out laugh, falls to the floor and Changmin decides that smacking him with all his anger is in full order.
He doesn't know that Yunho has overheard the whole conversation.
4) It's nice that Yoochun and Jaejoong are the only ones that have to do actual kissing, though Yunho's done his fair share of acting. Changmin's not sure if he could really deal with that, having to watch it on screen.
Yoochun’s kiss is more intense than Jajeoong’s and Changmin stares. Notes how Yoochun cups the actress’s chin with both hands, tilts his head slightly to move in, to kiss gently at first, before coaxing her lips open, both of them leaning close to each other, a rise and swell of bodies and sighing that Changmin finds himself emulating.
He’s somewhat caught up in his ruminations that Yoochun’s voice startles him.
“See? Nothing to it. And you’ll both make it work, both parties willing.”
Changmin rolls his eyes, but his face reddens at the thought of the perfect kiss.
With him.
5) Changmin lies on his back, hands tucked behind his head. He sighs, closes his eyes, breathes deep as he finds himself drifting all too quickly on the living room couch.
He's woken up by some loud noise, disrupting his dream and he feels disoriented, confused. He feels like he's forgetting something, tries to grasp the wisps of dissipating thoughts and sensations but all he's left with is a sense of loss.
His lips tingle with warmth.
He looks around but doesn't see anything.
Except for Yunho's slipper peeking out from behind the corner.
6) His lips are incredibly dry and flakes of skin keep shredding. It annoys him and he can’t help but pick at it, eventually finding himself with some bleeding that he laps at guiltily, slightly abashed and hoping none of the makeup nunas find out and chastise him.
He rifles through his bag, wishing he hadn’t decided to bring his DS and his iPod and his huge headphones and notebook and snacks and a tonic and other countless paraphernalia.
He finally manages to fish out a tube of lip balm (lemon ginger) and it sears slightly on his lips. He takes it as appropriate punishment for picking at his skin like a small child.
He feels like someone is watching him and fears it’s already too late, a nuna has found out.
But nobody is looking at him when he glances up and he shakes his head.
“You know, Yunho likes your lips for some reason, I guess they are fuller than his, but mine and Junsu’s, heck Yoochun’s are fuller than his. And yours are chapped all the time. He’s been staring at them for like the past twenty minutes,” comments a rambling Jaejoong, offhandedly.
“No, he hasn’t,” Changmin retorts, not willing to have that little flicker of hope grow any larger. “Anyway hyung, insecure about your appearance? Your lips are fine.”
“So are yours, Casanova Minnie-ah~” Jaejoong singsongs, a bit too loudly.
Changmin sighs and fails to notice that Yunho has been approaching them but has stopped, crushing whatever is in his hand.
7) Yunho is asleep. He has his mouth open ridiculously wide again and Changmin fights the temptation to stick something in, like his fingers, or maybe something else, but he finds his hand reaching out, tracing the lips on their own accord.
They aren't that thin, he thinks to himself, just the bottom lip is fuller, plump. The top lip dips in the middle, a perfect pout that Changmin can't stop retracing over and over, crest valley crest.
He presses his fingers back on his own lips, an indirect kiss.
Maybe it's better this way.
8) Yunho loves chocolate. In fact, they all know this, know better than to touch his emergency stash that he needs when they've had a rough day.
Changmin is hungry today, so he buys some chocolate too, from the vending machine, not something he usually does, but he wants something sweet, something different.
He's in mid-chew, the brown slightly smeared at the corner of his lips which he's about to lick with his tongue when Yunho tears into the room, absolutely livid.
"Did anyone of you take it? Huh? WHERE DID IT GO?"
Only Junsu and Changmin are in the room and they both cower slightly, not wanting to deal with angry leadersshi.
Yunho whips towards Changmin and glares. His nostrils flare.
"Changminah," voice is controlled but there's a visible rage underneath that Changmin knows not to underestimate, "is that your chocolate?"
Oh shit. Yunho thinks Changmin's taken his chocolate and he gulps. He tries to stay cool, calm.
"I got it from the vending machine hyung, you can even see for yourself that they have the same brand."
"I can see for myself, eh? Such a --"
"Oppa, I'm really sorry, your chocolate dropped out of the bag into the trash. I couldn't retrieve it, I can go get another one for you," one of the new coordi girls is looking completely wretched and Changmin swears he can see tears forming in her eyes.
Yunho deflates.
"It's okay. Forget it."
Yunho skulks away, and Changmin can't help a slight twinge.
He slips the rest of the bar in Yunho's bag.
The telltale marks are on Yunho's lips later and Changmin wonders why he keeps track of even the indirect kisses now.
9) Changmin is slightly drunk. He knows it, and he curses his long legs for the millionth time that night, thanking that it's late enough so hopefully his hyungs won't be able to witness his tipsiness.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but he found himself getting more and more morose and by the time he decided it was time to go, his head felt lightheaded and he couldn't quite walk properly.
He manages to slide into his bed and he dreams of Yunho.
(His kissing noises and coos of contentment wake up Yunho, keep him awake throughout the whole night)
10) Warmth and sunshine, are the immediate two thoughts in Chanmgin’s mind. Soft gentle touches caress against his lips and it’s ticklish but not unpleasant.
He knows what this is. It’s a kiss, however shy and tentative and he grins, his eyes still closed as he parts his lips, explores slowly, the taste of mint and chocolate immediately hitting the tip of his tongue. His hands naturally reach up to pull closer, to drink deeper of that sweetness, his overeager fingers tugging quite firmly on the fabric.
A hard tumble of muscle and bone crashes into him and he jerks awake, stares shell shocked at the heap of Yunho, who’s equally wide eyed.
Yunho clears his throat.
“Ah, I was trying to wake you up, even shook you and then you suddenly tugged me out of nowhere...” Yunho scratches the back of his head, tricep muscles rippling casually. Changmin thinks it’s a crime this early in the morning.
As he curses his overactive imagination and chews in thought, he notices that the taste of mint and chocolate is most definitely still on his tongue.
“Hyung?” Changmin’s chest feels tight, his heart pounds in anxious excitement, but he figures there are times when he needs to gamble, take a risk to reap the rewards.
“You’re lying.”
Changmin easily swallows Yunho's response, his retorts, the words slithering down his throat as he kisses Yunho this time, stares at him eyes open, doesn’t care that it’s awkward and that Yunho doesn't respond at first, figures that they’ll have time to practice over and over much later.
He closes his eyes and makes the kiss much gentler before pulling away.
Yunho presses his fingers to his lips, something Changmin finds incredibly endearing. He looks up at Changmin but drops his fingers and grins.
“I’ll have to tell you the truth then.”
Title (prompt): The Art of Kissing Smooching
Pairing: HoMin
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, romance
Summary: Changmin’s analytical nature fails him with the concepts of leadersshi and lip locking.
A/N: For haru_no_keeki ^_^ I haven't written too many HoMin, and most of them tend to be on the crackish side lol. I probably took the prompt in a different direction than you might have planned, but hope you enjoy it!! <3!
His proclivities for research and having as much information as possible leads him to a natural course of watching movies, dramas, of discretely disguising himself to sit at cafes, to people watch when he can. He reads anecdotes online, takes down notes and jots them in his journal, even flips through those garish trashy magazines to see what they say. His ears burn as he feels their eyes staring, hears girls tittering around him, all 180cm+ standing out in the women’s section, but he forges through regardless.
There are a few points of similarity. And he understands the basic mechanics, some of the physics. But so much is left to personal preference and uncontrolled factors and the experience itself, well. There's absolutely no consistency there, besides the fact that it could (maybe) lead to the most overwhelming, most amazing physical and emotional experience in one's life.
Yoochun would tease him, tell him that nothing he reads or researches could really help him, that those types of things you just do and experience and learn as you go. Perhaps. But Changmin would rather at least try, feel prepared, as much as he can, when the moment comes.
The moment. Another problematic varying factor. The right timing was such a complicated matter that Changmin wonders if he could really rely on his instincts alone to capture the moment. Maybe. He isn't sure.
1) It's a complete accident and everything that can go wrong, does. It's not really his fault, Changmin tries to console himself as he rubs his nose and looks abashed. He just happened to turn at exactly the wrong time when Yunho called his name and it's a cursory glance of lips, not even anything he can feel before he realizes what exactly happened.
Yunho's eyes widen. And turns bright red. But he babbles away anyway and Changmin tries to pay attention.
Smashing of teeth isn't too pleasant either, Changmin finds.
2) Changmin is hyperaware of leadersshi. That accidental not-kiss has made him wonder if kissing is really all that it's cracked up to be and he catches himself glancing at Yunho, eyes dropping to the lips, wondering what an actual, mutually initiated kiss would be like.
He even finds himself unconsciously leaning closer than necessary when Yunho talks to him on stage, keeps focusing on those lips before Yunho raises his voice, loud, a hand usually slapping down on Changmin's shoulder.
What? He shakes it off, wondering if he's imagining the slight tinge of red he sees on his hyung's cheeks.
3) Jaejoong catches him practicing with his hand and Changmin wants to die.
"Are you so hungry you've resorted to some form of self-cannibalism?" Jaejoong has his hands on his hips, eyebrow raised high.
"N-no. Leave me alone."
"He's practicing kissing. I saw him earlier." Yoochun has poked his head in and Changmin thinks it's really time for the carpet to swallow him whole now, so he can disappear. He looks up and glares at Yoochun for good measure.
"Whoa, hey, I gave you my advice before. You just need to do it." Yoochun saunters away while Jaejoong starts to giggle, full out laugh, falls to the floor and Changmin decides that smacking him with all his anger is in full order.
He doesn't know that Yunho has overheard the whole conversation.
4) It's nice that Yoochun and Jaejoong are the only ones that have to do actual kissing, though Yunho's done his fair share of acting. Changmin's not sure if he could really deal with that, having to watch it on screen.
Yoochun’s kiss is more intense than Jajeoong’s and Changmin stares. Notes how Yoochun cups the actress’s chin with both hands, tilts his head slightly to move in, to kiss gently at first, before coaxing her lips open, both of them leaning close to each other, a rise and swell of bodies and sighing that Changmin finds himself emulating.
He’s somewhat caught up in his ruminations that Yoochun’s voice startles him.
“See? Nothing to it. And you’ll both make it work, both parties willing.”
Changmin rolls his eyes, but his face reddens at the thought of the perfect kiss.
With him.
5) Changmin lies on his back, hands tucked behind his head. He sighs, closes his eyes, breathes deep as he finds himself drifting all too quickly on the living room couch.
He's woken up by some loud noise, disrupting his dream and he feels disoriented, confused. He feels like he's forgetting something, tries to grasp the wisps of dissipating thoughts and sensations but all he's left with is a sense of loss.
His lips tingle with warmth.
He looks around but doesn't see anything.
Except for Yunho's slipper peeking out from behind the corner.
6) His lips are incredibly dry and flakes of skin keep shredding. It annoys him and he can’t help but pick at it, eventually finding himself with some bleeding that he laps at guiltily, slightly abashed and hoping none of the makeup nunas find out and chastise him.
He rifles through his bag, wishing he hadn’t decided to bring his DS and his iPod and his huge headphones and notebook and snacks and a tonic and other countless paraphernalia.
He finally manages to fish out a tube of lip balm (lemon ginger) and it sears slightly on his lips. He takes it as appropriate punishment for picking at his skin like a small child.
He feels like someone is watching him and fears it’s already too late, a nuna has found out.
But nobody is looking at him when he glances up and he shakes his head.
“You know, Yunho likes your lips for some reason, I guess they are fuller than his, but mine and Junsu’s, heck Yoochun’s are fuller than his. And yours are chapped all the time. He’s been staring at them for like the past twenty minutes,” comments a rambling Jaejoong, offhandedly.
“No, he hasn’t,” Changmin retorts, not willing to have that little flicker of hope grow any larger. “Anyway hyung, insecure about your appearance? Your lips are fine.”
“So are yours, Casanova Minnie-ah~” Jaejoong singsongs, a bit too loudly.
Changmin sighs and fails to notice that Yunho has been approaching them but has stopped, crushing whatever is in his hand.
7) Yunho is asleep. He has his mouth open ridiculously wide again and Changmin fights the temptation to stick something in, like his fingers, or maybe something else, but he finds his hand reaching out, tracing the lips on their own accord.
They aren't that thin, he thinks to himself, just the bottom lip is fuller, plump. The top lip dips in the middle, a perfect pout that Changmin can't stop retracing over and over, crest valley crest.
He presses his fingers back on his own lips, an indirect kiss.
Maybe it's better this way.
8) Yunho loves chocolate. In fact, they all know this, know better than to touch his emergency stash that he needs when they've had a rough day.
Changmin is hungry today, so he buys some chocolate too, from the vending machine, not something he usually does, but he wants something sweet, something different.
He's in mid-chew, the brown slightly smeared at the corner of his lips which he's about to lick with his tongue when Yunho tears into the room, absolutely livid.
"Did anyone of you take it? Huh? WHERE DID IT GO?"
Only Junsu and Changmin are in the room and they both cower slightly, not wanting to deal with angry leadersshi.
Yunho whips towards Changmin and glares. His nostrils flare.
"Changminah," voice is controlled but there's a visible rage underneath that Changmin knows not to underestimate, "is that your chocolate?"
Oh shit. Yunho thinks Changmin's taken his chocolate and he gulps. He tries to stay cool, calm.
"I got it from the vending machine hyung, you can even see for yourself that they have the same brand."
"I can see for myself, eh? Such a --"
"Oppa, I'm really sorry, your chocolate dropped out of the bag into the trash. I couldn't retrieve it, I can go get another one for you," one of the new coordi girls is looking completely wretched and Changmin swears he can see tears forming in her eyes.
Yunho deflates.
"It's okay. Forget it."
Yunho skulks away, and Changmin can't help a slight twinge.
He slips the rest of the bar in Yunho's bag.
The telltale marks are on Yunho's lips later and Changmin wonders why he keeps track of even the indirect kisses now.
9) Changmin is slightly drunk. He knows it, and he curses his long legs for the millionth time that night, thanking that it's late enough so hopefully his hyungs won't be able to witness his tipsiness.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but he found himself getting more and more morose and by the time he decided it was time to go, his head felt lightheaded and he couldn't quite walk properly.
He manages to slide into his bed and he dreams of Yunho.
(His kissing noises and coos of contentment wake up Yunho, keep him awake throughout the whole night)
10) Warmth and sunshine, are the immediate two thoughts in Chanmgin’s mind. Soft gentle touches caress against his lips and it’s ticklish but not unpleasant.
He knows what this is. It’s a kiss, however shy and tentative and he grins, his eyes still closed as he parts his lips, explores slowly, the taste of mint and chocolate immediately hitting the tip of his tongue. His hands naturally reach up to pull closer, to drink deeper of that sweetness, his overeager fingers tugging quite firmly on the fabric.
A hard tumble of muscle and bone crashes into him and he jerks awake, stares shell shocked at the heap of Yunho, who’s equally wide eyed.
Yunho clears his throat.
“Ah, I was trying to wake you up, even shook you and then you suddenly tugged me out of nowhere...” Yunho scratches the back of his head, tricep muscles rippling casually. Changmin thinks it’s a crime this early in the morning.
As he curses his overactive imagination and chews in thought, he notices that the taste of mint and chocolate is most definitely still on his tongue.
“Hyung?” Changmin’s chest feels tight, his heart pounds in anxious excitement, but he figures there are times when he needs to gamble, take a risk to reap the rewards.
“You’re lying.”
Changmin easily swallows Yunho's response, his retorts, the words slithering down his throat as he kisses Yunho this time, stares at him eyes open, doesn’t care that it’s awkward and that Yunho doesn't respond at first, figures that they’ll have time to practice over and over much later.
He closes his eyes and makes the kiss much gentler before pulling away.
Yunho presses his fingers to his lips, something Changmin finds incredibly endearing. He looks up at Changmin but drops his fingers and grins.
“I’ll have to tell you the truth then.”