Four plus one ; Changmin/DBSK
A series of five drabbles, each individually titled (100 words each), I had a really good time writing these. I'm going to go on a short hiatus (for about four/five days starting from tomorrow), so this is probably going to be the last thing I'm posting for a while.
Title: Four plus one
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Yoochun/Changmin, Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Changmin
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
Four plus one
One
They fall asleep to the rhythmic clockwork of urban life, dreaming as the world slides mechanical and neon-lit beneath their apartment. They steal five hours of sleep, before they have to start another day that will only exhaust and leave them wasted, spent and hollow. Changmin thinks if not for the fact that he loves the four of them so much, he’d have given up a long time ago. The four of them are rooted firmly into his heart, and he doesn’t allow himself to wonder if their position in his heart is equivalent to his position in their hearts.
Greetings
They start by sharing endearingly awkward heart-to-hearts, the curls of smoke rising from identical coffee mugs, spiralling into the cool wintry air. It is freezing cold, and Jaejoong’s cheeks are flushed pink as he shrinks into his winter coat, smiling and warming Changmin from the inside. Changmin warns himself about the dangers of falling, and almost succeeds until Jaejoong starts to sing, eyes bright, eager and full of delicate possibilities. “Do you think we’ll make it big?” Jaejoong is earnest, excited and his legs bounce against the floor. Changmin traces the rim of his coffee mug carefully. “We’ll be great.”
Evergreen
Yoochun presses a warm hand against the small of Changmin’s back. Changmin stills, holds his breath, and his fingers unconsciously curl into loose fists. The hand disappears, and he breathes again. Yoochun nudges past him to stand in front of the keyboard. “Will you buy me a grand piano for my birthday?” he implores. Changmin rolls his eyes. Yoochun turns to look at him, “I want you to write the lyrics for this one.” Yoochun begins to play, tugging fiercely at Changmin’s heartstrings, and Changmin rests his head on Yoochun’s shoulder, “I’ll write about you,” he whispers and Yoochun smiles.
Hug
Changmin grips the doorframe, refusing to turn around. Yunho moves to stand next to him, hands stuffed into pockets. “How much do you love him?” Changmin says, his voice cracking slightly on the word love. Yunho’s hand finds his wrist, and then threads their fingers together, comfortable, safe, familiar, and Changmin doesn’t have the heart for jealousy anymore. “As much as I love you,” Yunho answers. “If I ever forget to remind you, remind me.” When Yunho hugs him, everything smells like Christmas and chocolate, and Changmin closes his eyes as Yunho buries his face into Changmin’s hair, exhaling trust.
If
If is possibilities, potential. If is the colour of Junsu’s eyes when he’s brimming love and desire, if is the colour of the sky void of clouds when Junsu laughs, throwing his head backwards while Changmin kisses his way down his jaw and throat. If spreads as fast as fire. If makes you fall in love, if and only if, if is a secret, if is a rendezvous, an affair. If the desire that burns beneath Changmin’s ribcage is equivalent to love, if Junsu is the Universe. “If you love me this much,” Junsu says dramatically and Changmin thinks yes.
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MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
Title: Four plus one
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Yoochun/Changmin, Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Changmin
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
Four plus one
One
They fall asleep to the rhythmic clockwork of urban life, dreaming as the world slides mechanical and neon-lit beneath their apartment. They steal five hours of sleep, before they have to start another day that will only exhaust and leave them wasted, spent and hollow. Changmin thinks if not for the fact that he loves the four of them so much, he’d have given up a long time ago. The four of them are rooted firmly into his heart, and he doesn’t allow himself to wonder if their position in his heart is equivalent to his position in their hearts.
Greetings
They start by sharing endearingly awkward heart-to-hearts, the curls of smoke rising from identical coffee mugs, spiralling into the cool wintry air. It is freezing cold, and Jaejoong’s cheeks are flushed pink as he shrinks into his winter coat, smiling and warming Changmin from the inside. Changmin warns himself about the dangers of falling, and almost succeeds until Jaejoong starts to sing, eyes bright, eager and full of delicate possibilities. “Do you think we’ll make it big?” Jaejoong is earnest, excited and his legs bounce against the floor. Changmin traces the rim of his coffee mug carefully. “We’ll be great.”
Evergreen
Yoochun presses a warm hand against the small of Changmin’s back. Changmin stills, holds his breath, and his fingers unconsciously curl into loose fists. The hand disappears, and he breathes again. Yoochun nudges past him to stand in front of the keyboard. “Will you buy me a grand piano for my birthday?” he implores. Changmin rolls his eyes. Yoochun turns to look at him, “I want you to write the lyrics for this one.” Yoochun begins to play, tugging fiercely at Changmin’s heartstrings, and Changmin rests his head on Yoochun’s shoulder, “I’ll write about you,” he whispers and Yoochun smiles.
Hug
Changmin grips the doorframe, refusing to turn around. Yunho moves to stand next to him, hands stuffed into pockets. “How much do you love him?” Changmin says, his voice cracking slightly on the word love. Yunho’s hand finds his wrist, and then threads their fingers together, comfortable, safe, familiar, and Changmin doesn’t have the heart for jealousy anymore. “As much as I love you,” Yunho answers. “If I ever forget to remind you, remind me.” When Yunho hugs him, everything smells like Christmas and chocolate, and Changmin closes his eyes as Yunho buries his face into Changmin’s hair, exhaling trust.
If
If is possibilities, potential. If is the colour of Junsu’s eyes when he’s brimming love and desire, if is the colour of the sky void of clouds when Junsu laughs, throwing his head backwards while Changmin kisses his way down his jaw and throat. If spreads as fast as fire. If makes you fall in love, if and only if, if is a secret, if is a rendezvous, an affair. If the desire that burns beneath Changmin’s ribcage is equivalent to love, if Junsu is the Universe. “If you love me this much,” Junsu says dramatically and Changmin thinks yes.
Comments would make me happy.
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE