Of Deathly Snoring
Pairing: Changmin/Yunho
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, comedy
Drabble: 432 words
Summary: Yunho is snoring again.
Together in one hotel room, sharing one bed, wearing the same clothes they had been dancing in just an hour earlier, Changmin and Yunho tried to catch some sleep. What a treat it was to be going to sleep at half past two, except not really. They had to be out the door by five, so they were really only getting two hours of sleep.
At least, Yunho had two hours of sleep. He had crawled under the duvet and fallen asleep immediately (save for waking up from a few texts from Jaejoong) and didn’t move for the next two hours. Changmin slid in beside him, curled up in the comforter, and tried to will his mind to sleep soon. He lied there for five minutes before it started-the snoring. The dreadful snoring always plagued Changmin’s sleep whenever he roomed with Yunho. That man doesn’t know how to stay quiet!
Usually Changmin would smack Yunho across the face to make him stop, but his arms were wrapped so perfectly in the comforter that he really didn’t want to move, and his arms were too sore to twitch at the moment anyway.
Yunho’s snoring sounded like a vacuum cleaner that decided it was time to come to life at three in the morning. It sounded like death -like a monster in the back of his throat -like a frog dangling from his uvula. For a good thirty minutes Changmin could do nothing but suffer through Yunho’s incessant snoring, hoping and praying that maybe the man would choke and die because Changmin really wasn’t getting any sleep.
Then after that half hour of Yunho gasping for breath and puttering and just flat out scaring Changmin, the maknae finally grew a little concerned. What if Yunho really was dying? Changmin shimmied around a little so his face was level with Yunho so he could get a good look at the problem. Just as he had expected, Yunho’s eyes were half open and his tongue was sticking out and leaving a clear trail of drool down his cheek. Changmin rolled his eyes and did the only logical thing that came to his drowsy mind-he bit Yunho on the cheek.
The leader sputtered twice more before closing his mouth and flipping over, leaving Changmin with a little over an hour to rest for the night.
Changmin sighed and whispered into the darkness, “if I die tomorrow, it’ll be your fault, hyung.” Then he shuffled to his side of the bed and tried to sleep again.
That was until the snoring started up once more.