[One-Shot] Notes
Title: Notes
Pairings: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, General, Romance
Summary: It's Changmin's birthday
Changmin opened the door to find Yoochun standing there, looking careful and uncomfortable. It had been almost a year since he saw him so close. His heart jumped into his throat and Changmin took a step back, his fingers curling around the doorknob in strength. Yoochun could still steal the breath from his lungs.
Yoochun smiled, simple with glitter in his eyes. "If you had manners you'd ask me to come in," he joked yet looked hesitantly hopeful. Yoochun looked thin, hidden under a heavy scarf around his throat and expensive winter clothes.
Changmin looked over his shoulder, even though he knew Yunho was gone, hanging out with friends and their manager was having dinner with important people of SM who were probably preparing their schedule for the next two years.
Changmin stepped back and opened the air between them. "Please, come in," he offered and Yoochun walked by, leaving Changmin intoxicated with the scent he left in his wake. He closed the door and turned to find Yoochun waiting for him in the middle of the room.
There was still some snow laced through his scarf and his cheeks were painted a frosty rose and his hair was cut so short.
"Your hair, it's short," he commented, finding his feet unable to move forward.
Yoochun ran a gloved hand over his scalp and chuckled, it was heavy and deep and unforgettably rich. "Needed a change," he grinned impishly, "needed to get rid of some things," he said and shrugged. "You look really good," Yoochun added and looked around the large hotel room. "I didn't think I'd come, don't even know how I made it in but I wanted to give you something."
Changmin's eyes lit up. It was his birthday, had Yoochun actually come to give him a birthday present? "You didn't have to."
Yoochun took one glove off and his hand fumbled inside his coat pocket for a few moments as he stepped forward. "I know I didn't have to," he pulled out a flat envelop and pursed his lip before he caught Changmin's eyes, "but I wanted to. So," Yoochun took another step forward, "It's nothing really," he admitted rather embarrassedly and Changmin nodded, his blood pulsing in anticipation.
Yoochun moved in closer and extended his hand out towards Changmin who reached for the envelope in curiosity. He looked up at Yoochun just as Yoochun's hand let go of the envelope and reached for him, sliding their fingers together and pulling him powerfully against his chest.
Changmin felt his heart stop as a rush of burning chills raced from the top of his head to the tips of his shoes. He'd almost forgotten how safe he had felt in Yoochun's arms. Yunho never quite managed to fill the void.
Yoochun looked up and smiled, it was sad and Changmin felt the sadness too.
It was painful.
"Happy Birthday, Changmin," Yoochun whispered and kissed him.
It was soft.
"Do you miss me?"
It was tender.
"I miss you every single day, Changmin."
It was the same as he remembered.
Changmin opened his eyes and found Yoochun looking at him curiously, his arm outstretched. "You ok?" he asked and Changmin blinked, then looked at Yoochun's hand, it still held the envelope.
Somehow he'd imagined it, a hopeful outcome of his past regrets. It was rather humiliating though there was a small pang of heartbreak as he reached out for the envelope, and tugged it from Yoochun's grasp. It felt like a CD.
Yoochun shoved his hands back into his pockets. "It's just some music I wrote and recorded, you always gave me the best notes, well except for Jaejoong," Yoochun smiled, "and Junsu," Yoochun joked. "But really, as I was writing it I was thinking of you guys," Yoochun admitted and Changmin found him looking emotional. "We really do miss you both. And you-" Yoochun's voice tapered into silence as he took a breath. "I miss you," Yoochun smiled bravely.
Changmin wanted to grab him and hug him, but things had definitely changed. It wasn't as easy anymore. What he wanted and what he had were two very different things and it just wasn't the same.
Not anymore.
"I should go," Yoochun looked out the window and saw the snow falling. "It's getting bad out there and well," Yoochun scratched his cheek, checking the door, "wouldn't want to get caught or anything," he joked and started to leave. Changmin was closer and grabbed for the doorknob.
"Thank you, Yoochun," Changmin found his voice and it sounded distressed. Yoochun looked up at him carefully. They were the same eyes, a little older, a little sadder, but the same nonetheless.
"It's hard isn't it?" he asked and Changmin nodded, his fingers clutching tightly at the doorknob, holding himself up. "Yeah," Yoochun sighed, "Every fucking day," he muttered and Changmin didn't want to but he had to, he couldn't keep Yoochun there forever so he twisted the doorknob. "Well, I hope you like it," Yoochun reached out and covered Changmin's hand.
And it felt real this time, the touch of his skin burning over his.
"Tell Yunho I said hi if you want to," Yoochun smiled and have his hand a quick squeeze. "Maybe one day we won't have to be so sneaky about meeting." Changmin hoped the day would come someday.
Changmin was sure that would never happen, not so long as he was still with SME. "Maybe," Changmin muttered doubtfully and Yoochun chuckled deep in his throat. He didn't really want Yoochun to go, he wanted to ask him to stay longer, talk to him, hug him.
Yoochun hadn't even bothered to hug him when he came in and Yoochun hugged almost everyone.
They stood in silence, looking at each other, neither speaking, just breathing, just looking. After a moment Yoochun turned away and cleared his throat. "I really should go now," he said distractedly and brushed Changmin's hand from the doorknob to turn it himself. "I didn't tell anyone where I was going and I have dinner plans with Jaejoong," and it almost sounded like an apology.
Changmin watched Yoochun open the door, watched him meet his eyes, felt his heart jump into his throat and sting on the slow way down back into his chest. "Happy Birthday, Changmin," Yoochun finished and slid his glove back on with a heavy sigh as he walked out.
There had been nothing more to say, nothing Changmin could do to keep him longer.
Changmin closed the door; he didn't want to keep watching him leave, it would only feel like punishment.
The pounding at the door made Changmin jump and scrambled to open it.
Yoochun was glaring at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you idiot?" he demanded and Changmin soon felt Yoochun's arms clamp around him and pull him in so tight his face buried into Yoochun's scarf and he could breath him in. He smelled amazing, like home and wonderfulness and love. Yoochun could actually smell like love.
Changmin held onto Yoochun as tightly as he could even when Yoochun struggled against him after a few moments, he couldn't let Yoochun see his eyes. They would give him away. They were too vulnerable.
"Don't ever do that again," Yoochun reached out and brushed the hair from Changmin's eyes. "I don't care if it's ten years, don't you ever let me walk way like that again without even a hug. Understand?" he demanded and Changmin nodded, keeping his eyes down, his heart racing. "I'm really going now, so look at me and say good bye, be polite," he said and Changmin felt his eyes burn even more.
"Bye, Yoochun," he said this time and wiped his eyes. Yoochun smiled and it made him smile and his skin tingle and his heart skip several beats. "Thank you for coming back," he wiped his eyes again and tried to breathe. Changmin felt his phone ring against his thigh. It was probably someone far less important than Yoochun.
Changmin held his breath as Yoochun reached out and pressed his hands against both cheeks. "I love you, man. I'm always going to, so stop being so cold on camera, it hurts my feelings," he smiled after a while and Changmin laughed. "You're better than that."
Then he really did kiss him, the kind that didn't last long but would remain forever at least until another came along. "I can't always be the one chasing you," Yoochun breathed just above his mouth right before he pressed his mouth over his once more and let him go.
Changmin wanted to slink down to the floor and hold at his heart, the way most people who were swept off their feet did in movies and dramas. But he didn't and closed the door trying to contain himself.
He walked boneless to the couch and looked down at the CD in his hand. He had managed to hold on to it the entire time, kind of like his heart holding on to Yoochun.
Changmin groaned at the absurdity of the love spell.
Changmin flipped the CD in his fingers and sat up as he opened the envelope. There was a stick sticky note with Yoochun's scrawl.
Listen and let me know what you think. You can mail it back if you don't want to give it to me yourself. I'll understand.
And in smaller script.
#5 is about you. Use headphones.
Changmin laughed and grabbed for his laptop. It felt like the old days, especially when the door opened and Yunho walked in looking lively and content.
"That sounds good, what is it?" Then Yoochun's voice sounded and Yunho paused in taking his scarf off. He turned around and looked at Changmin. "Is that?"
And Changmin nodded, reaching for a pad of paper. "He wanted me to take notes," he said, pulling his knees to his chest and laying his head back against the comfortable couch.
Yunho fiddled around more in the room before taking a seat beside Changmin with an exhausted sigh. "Did you have a good birthday?"
Changmin extended his legs and reached over for the head phones carefully plugging them in and nodded. "One of the better ones," Changmin smiled and placed them over his ears, allowing the cool baritone of Yoochun's voice consume him entirely. "So far," he grinned and closed his eyes, letting Yoochun seduce him from miles away.
Pairings: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, General, Romance
Summary: It's Changmin's birthday
Changmin opened the door to find Yoochun standing there, looking careful and uncomfortable. It had been almost a year since he saw him so close. His heart jumped into his throat and Changmin took a step back, his fingers curling around the doorknob in strength. Yoochun could still steal the breath from his lungs.
Yoochun smiled, simple with glitter in his eyes. "If you had manners you'd ask me to come in," he joked yet looked hesitantly hopeful. Yoochun looked thin, hidden under a heavy scarf around his throat and expensive winter clothes.
Changmin looked over his shoulder, even though he knew Yunho was gone, hanging out with friends and their manager was having dinner with important people of SM who were probably preparing their schedule for the next two years.
Changmin stepped back and opened the air between them. "Please, come in," he offered and Yoochun walked by, leaving Changmin intoxicated with the scent he left in his wake. He closed the door and turned to find Yoochun waiting for him in the middle of the room.
There was still some snow laced through his scarf and his cheeks were painted a frosty rose and his hair was cut so short.
"Your hair, it's short," he commented, finding his feet unable to move forward.
Yoochun ran a gloved hand over his scalp and chuckled, it was heavy and deep and unforgettably rich. "Needed a change," he grinned impishly, "needed to get rid of some things," he said and shrugged. "You look really good," Yoochun added and looked around the large hotel room. "I didn't think I'd come, don't even know how I made it in but I wanted to give you something."
Changmin's eyes lit up. It was his birthday, had Yoochun actually come to give him a birthday present? "You didn't have to."
Yoochun took one glove off and his hand fumbled inside his coat pocket for a few moments as he stepped forward. "I know I didn't have to," he pulled out a flat envelop and pursed his lip before he caught Changmin's eyes, "but I wanted to. So," Yoochun took another step forward, "It's nothing really," he admitted rather embarrassedly and Changmin nodded, his blood pulsing in anticipation.
Yoochun moved in closer and extended his hand out towards Changmin who reached for the envelope in curiosity. He looked up at Yoochun just as Yoochun's hand let go of the envelope and reached for him, sliding their fingers together and pulling him powerfully against his chest.
Changmin felt his heart stop as a rush of burning chills raced from the top of his head to the tips of his shoes. He'd almost forgotten how safe he had felt in Yoochun's arms. Yunho never quite managed to fill the void.
Yoochun looked up and smiled, it was sad and Changmin felt the sadness too.
It was painful.
"Happy Birthday, Changmin," Yoochun whispered and kissed him.
It was soft.
"Do you miss me?"
It was tender.
"I miss you every single day, Changmin."
It was the same as he remembered.
Changmin opened his eyes and found Yoochun looking at him curiously, his arm outstretched. "You ok?" he asked and Changmin blinked, then looked at Yoochun's hand, it still held the envelope.
Somehow he'd imagined it, a hopeful outcome of his past regrets. It was rather humiliating though there was a small pang of heartbreak as he reached out for the envelope, and tugged it from Yoochun's grasp. It felt like a CD.
Yoochun shoved his hands back into his pockets. "It's just some music I wrote and recorded, you always gave me the best notes, well except for Jaejoong," Yoochun smiled, "and Junsu," Yoochun joked. "But really, as I was writing it I was thinking of you guys," Yoochun admitted and Changmin found him looking emotional. "We really do miss you both. And you-" Yoochun's voice tapered into silence as he took a breath. "I miss you," Yoochun smiled bravely.
Changmin wanted to grab him and hug him, but things had definitely changed. It wasn't as easy anymore. What he wanted and what he had were two very different things and it just wasn't the same.
Not anymore.
"I should go," Yoochun looked out the window and saw the snow falling. "It's getting bad out there and well," Yoochun scratched his cheek, checking the door, "wouldn't want to get caught or anything," he joked and started to leave. Changmin was closer and grabbed for the doorknob.
"Thank you, Yoochun," Changmin found his voice and it sounded distressed. Yoochun looked up at him carefully. They were the same eyes, a little older, a little sadder, but the same nonetheless.
"It's hard isn't it?" he asked and Changmin nodded, his fingers clutching tightly at the doorknob, holding himself up. "Yeah," Yoochun sighed, "Every fucking day," he muttered and Changmin didn't want to but he had to, he couldn't keep Yoochun there forever so he twisted the doorknob. "Well, I hope you like it," Yoochun reached out and covered Changmin's hand.
And it felt real this time, the touch of his skin burning over his.
"Tell Yunho I said hi if you want to," Yoochun smiled and have his hand a quick squeeze. "Maybe one day we won't have to be so sneaky about meeting." Changmin hoped the day would come someday.
Changmin was sure that would never happen, not so long as he was still with SME. "Maybe," Changmin muttered doubtfully and Yoochun chuckled deep in his throat. He didn't really want Yoochun to go, he wanted to ask him to stay longer, talk to him, hug him.
Yoochun hadn't even bothered to hug him when he came in and Yoochun hugged almost everyone.
They stood in silence, looking at each other, neither speaking, just breathing, just looking. After a moment Yoochun turned away and cleared his throat. "I really should go now," he said distractedly and brushed Changmin's hand from the doorknob to turn it himself. "I didn't tell anyone where I was going and I have dinner plans with Jaejoong," and it almost sounded like an apology.
Changmin watched Yoochun open the door, watched him meet his eyes, felt his heart jump into his throat and sting on the slow way down back into his chest. "Happy Birthday, Changmin," Yoochun finished and slid his glove back on with a heavy sigh as he walked out.
There had been nothing more to say, nothing Changmin could do to keep him longer.
Changmin closed the door; he didn't want to keep watching him leave, it would only feel like punishment.
The pounding at the door made Changmin jump and scrambled to open it.
Yoochun was glaring at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you idiot?" he demanded and Changmin soon felt Yoochun's arms clamp around him and pull him in so tight his face buried into Yoochun's scarf and he could breath him in. He smelled amazing, like home and wonderfulness and love. Yoochun could actually smell like love.
Changmin held onto Yoochun as tightly as he could even when Yoochun struggled against him after a few moments, he couldn't let Yoochun see his eyes. They would give him away. They were too vulnerable.
"Don't ever do that again," Yoochun reached out and brushed the hair from Changmin's eyes. "I don't care if it's ten years, don't you ever let me walk way like that again without even a hug. Understand?" he demanded and Changmin nodded, keeping his eyes down, his heart racing. "I'm really going now, so look at me and say good bye, be polite," he said and Changmin felt his eyes burn even more.
"Bye, Yoochun," he said this time and wiped his eyes. Yoochun smiled and it made him smile and his skin tingle and his heart skip several beats. "Thank you for coming back," he wiped his eyes again and tried to breathe. Changmin felt his phone ring against his thigh. It was probably someone far less important than Yoochun.
Changmin held his breath as Yoochun reached out and pressed his hands against both cheeks. "I love you, man. I'm always going to, so stop being so cold on camera, it hurts my feelings," he smiled after a while and Changmin laughed. "You're better than that."
Then he really did kiss him, the kind that didn't last long but would remain forever at least until another came along. "I can't always be the one chasing you," Yoochun breathed just above his mouth right before he pressed his mouth over his once more and let him go.
Changmin wanted to slink down to the floor and hold at his heart, the way most people who were swept off their feet did in movies and dramas. But he didn't and closed the door trying to contain himself.
He walked boneless to the couch and looked down at the CD in his hand. He had managed to hold on to it the entire time, kind of like his heart holding on to Yoochun.
Changmin groaned at the absurdity of the love spell.
Changmin flipped the CD in his fingers and sat up as he opened the envelope. There was a stick sticky note with Yoochun's scrawl.
Listen and let me know what you think. You can mail it back if you don't want to give it to me yourself. I'll understand.
And in smaller script.
#5 is about you. Use headphones.
Changmin laughed and grabbed for his laptop. It felt like the old days, especially when the door opened and Yunho walked in looking lively and content.
"That sounds good, what is it?" Then Yoochun's voice sounded and Yunho paused in taking his scarf off. He turned around and looked at Changmin. "Is that?"
And Changmin nodded, reaching for a pad of paper. "He wanted me to take notes," he said, pulling his knees to his chest and laying his head back against the comfortable couch.
Yunho fiddled around more in the room before taking a seat beside Changmin with an exhausted sigh. "Did you have a good birthday?"
Changmin extended his legs and reached over for the head phones carefully plugging them in and nodded. "One of the better ones," Changmin smiled and placed them over his ears, allowing the cool baritone of Yoochun's voice consume him entirely. "So far," he grinned and closed his eyes, letting Yoochun seduce him from miles away.