[One-Shot] Seasons of Love
This is a late B-Day fic for orangesalad HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY. I know you love Changmin and I'm not aware of any specific pairing you lean towards so I decided to give them all to you :D
Hope you enjoy it!!
P.S. There is a high possibility my bias may show and it may make no sense since I'm dead right now and in need of sleep :D
Title: Seasons of Love
Length: One-Shot
Pairing: Changmin-Centric
Genre: Fluff, General
Rating: PG-13
Summery: In any season, everyone loves Changmin.
Jaejoong invites Changmin to pick flowers one curious afternoon. The sun is hidden behind the clouds and the wind chill lowers the temperature by what Changmin thinks, at the very least, five degrees and he really doesn't know why he agreed to do something as asinine as picking flowers in the dead of winter.
"Jaejoong Hyung, why are we out here?" he shivers in his parka and blows into his leather skinned covered hands and feels absolutely no warmth.
Jaejoong who's windswept with rosy cheeks and exuberant eyes smiles at him, displaying the lovely arrangement of winter flowers in his hand. "It seemed like a nice day to pick flowers," he answers serenely and bends down to pick something that looks like a dead weed from the ground.
"I think you're crazy," he says quietly to himself but the wind, who seems to have it out for him, sweeps his words towards a smiling Jaejoong who soon glares at him.
"What did you say?" he asks behind a biting tone.
And Changmin smiles easily, "I said, I'm feeling lazy," he wraps his arms around himself tightly. "Can we go home soon?" he asks him with a masterfully manipulated pout and Jaejoong nods after a while.
When they get into the car Jaejoong hands him the rather stunning bouquet and kisses him on the mouth. "These are for you," he says with an admirable blush.
Changmin looks at them, then at Jaejoong who's struggling to get the keys in the ignition and back at the flowers again. He smiles and feels completely warm.
"Thank you, Hyung," he smells them and they smell like love.
It's raining outside and it hasn't stopped in three days. It's the worst part of Spring and the ground is wet and Changmin wishes he hadn't worn his favorite leather shoes.
Not that it isn't his fault; he agreed to leave the house while a monsoon was wreaking havoc on the streets.
Ok, maybe not a monsoon but it almost seems that way.
Yunho is walking beside him, holding an umbrella that could cover a small community, over them and also holding his hand, which he doesn't really mind. "Isn't it nice outside?" he says after their apartment comes into view just around the corner and Changmin thanks whoever is up there for finally getting them back home.
They've been walking for almost an hour and although on a normal, dry day he wouldn't mind, today he kind of does but Yunho seemed enthusiastic when he asked and mentioned something about loving this kind of weather. How could he say no to that? It would be inhuman.
Changmin looks at him warily. "Not really," he answers but then feels bad when Yunho frowns.
"If you didn't want to join me, you should've said so," he mutters and lets go of his hand.
Changmin feels the emptiness almost immediately and attempts to grab his hand but Yunho starts walking faster in wide hurried steps but Changmin has impossibly long legs and it doesn't take much to reach him again.
"I'm sorry, it's beautiful out here," he grabs his hand and holds it tight despite the petulant struggle. He's not particularly lying, there is a calm serenity and beauty to rain.
"You're sarcasm is not appreciated," he states but the fingers curl tighter around Changmin's and he knows he's got him. "I just thought a nice walk could do us some good," he tells him and sounds a little down.
Changmin looks at him, then at the rain that seems never ending.
After a few silent moments he takes hold of the umbrella from Yunho's grasp and whips it away from them, making grand motions to clip it closed.
Cold pellets of rain fall immediately to their shoulders and Yunho stares at him inquisitively.
He wipes the wetness from Yunho's eyes and smiles. "If we're going to be out here, we might as well enjoy it," he smiles and his heart skips a beat when Yunho grins at him, his hair sticking to his face and radiating handsomely.
When Yunho runs down the street in laughter, splashing through the puddles in a manner uncharacteristic of a leader, Changmin throws the umbrella aside and begins the chase.
They reach the apartment and they're soaked in nature's tears.
Yunho holds him back just for a moment trying to catch his breath. "This was fun," he says, eyes dancing and soon leans in close, his breath warm against Changmin's mouth.
Changmin smiles and closes the distance, kissing him sweetly on the lips. "Thank you, Hyung," he whispers because it really was fun and when Yunho pulls away and wipes the wetness from his face Changmin thinks he can see the sun finally peaking through the clouds.
It's hot. So hot Changmin thinks he could fry an egg on his chest.
Junsu slathers sunscreen over his back and laughs when he hits a tickle spot that sends Changmin roaring in discomfort.
"You did that on purpose," he growls and punches his leg.
Junsu grins and rubs him down, taking care in his smooth strokes to coat him evenly. "Shut up and enjoy the sun," he slaps his shoulder.
Changmin shudders when he feels nimble fingers sliding down to the small of his back. "Don't get any ideas," he mutters and Junsu laughs heartily as he finishes.
"Ready to go in?" he leans back on his legs and looks out at the inviting waters of the private beach.
Changmin looks over and sees sanctuary a few feet away. The water looks calming as it washes over the sandy beach. "You can swim right?" he asks and Junsu almost looks offended.
Junsu pretends to drown and Changmin, in frightened sensitivity swims to him until he realizes he's been tricked and dunks him in the water for a good couple of fighting seconds. When he finally lets go Junsu sputters to the top and glares at him, splashing him in the face.
"You could've killed me!" he cries, choking on the salt water and attempts to kick him but it's in slow motion and Changmin manages to move in time.
Changmin grins and pushes him away, "You deserved it," he calls over his shoulder wading back to shore. After a few moments he feels a feather light attachment on his back and Junsu closes his arms around his neck. His legs wrap tightly around Changmin's waist and when he looks over his shoulder he comes face to face with a grinning Junsu whose hair is matted unflatteringly over his forehead, but his smile is brilliant and his eyes are shining against the blue water.
"Thank you for saving me," he says, kissing his cheek and holding tight.
Changmin looks at him, "You weren't drowning," he reminds him.
Junsu laughs, "but if I had, I know you would save me," and he tightens his limbs in adoration.
Changmin thinks the ice water has suddenly become just a little warmer. "Yes I would," he answers and walks slowly back to shore, Junsu singing in his ear.
They sleep together under the warmth of the sun.
As it's getting darker and his shorts are dry, Junsu is shaking the sand from the blanket and Changmin is picking up the wrappers from their lunch and throwing them into the cooler.
They walk slowly, tan and glowing, back to the car. "Aren't you glad I dragged you here?" he grins closing the trunk and Changmin nods as he gets in the car.
Junsu starts it easily and looks at him with a winning smile, moving in a little. "I hope you had fun."
Changmin nods, "I did," he thanks him and Junsu's eyes dance as he kisses him. "Thank you, Hyung," Changmin blushes when he pulls away.
The leaves are turning golden brown when Yoochun asks him to go out.
"Order whatever you want," he tells him with a smile in the nice restaurant Changmin got to choose.
Changmin blushes and looks over the menu carefully.
He orders too much and when he's leaning back with a few too many drinks in his stomach and plates of food almost empty, Changmin thinks Yoochun knows him the best.
"Are you ready to leave?" Yoochun asks signaling for the waiter to bring the check.
Changmin rubs his stomach and nods, satisfied. He wonders if he could fit the last dumpling in as he eyes it carefully. "No, I can't," he says out loud and Yoochun laughs deeply.
"You eat too much," he tells Changmin with a wink and Changmin flushes.
"Well you drink too much," he mutters and stuffs the dumpling in his mouth if only for self satisfaction.
Yoochun takes him to a club after dinner and holds his hips close as they dance to the thumping music. Changmin is surprised no one has noticed them or if they have, no one has said anything.
"How come you can't dance like this on stage?" he whispers into Yoochun's ear and Yoochun gives him a devilish grin that sends waves of something exciting down his sweltering chest.
"The stage lacks the proper inspiration," he purrs deliciously with a roll of his hips and Changmin kisses him in the darkness of the flickering strobe light.
Walking towards the cab, Changmin stumbles a little bit and Yoochun holds him up from falling. "You're drunk," he laughs and whistles for a cab like a pro.
Changmin does an intricate hiccup kind of burp thing and blows out the stench of his alcohol with a groan. "I'm totally drunk," he mumbles and rests his head on Yoochun's shoulder just as the cab pulls up beside him.
Inside, on their way home Yoochun strokes the inside of his thigh and Changmin feels the heat in his stomach. He won't kiss him in the car, but he decides he will when they get back home in the privacy of the apartment and away from prying eyes.
Yoochun helps him out and pays for the ride, holding him up nicely against his side. Changmin thinks he makes an excellent Prince Charming as they wait in the elevator, the motion making him a little sick.
"Did you have fun?" he asks him and Changmin rolls his head off his shoulder and blinks to bring his handsome face into focus.
"The best," he nods and leans just enough, ready to kiss him again because Yoochun has amazing lips and they're soft and it's not like he doesn't like kissing the others but there's something about Yoochun that makes him want to kiss him. He's going to kiss him and tells him so. "I'm going to kiss you now," and closes his eyes.
And then he burps and Yoochun explodes in laughter. "No, you're not," he pushes him away and Changmin wobbles on his unsteady feet as the elevator comes to a halt on their floor.
Yoochun helps him down the hallway and settles him against the wall, laughing as Changmin's fingers play in his hair that's currently really long and curls at the ends.
He thinks Yoochun is prettier than any girl he's seen.
"I think you're pretty, Yoochun," he says out loud before really considering it but drinking makes him say many things he should probably keep to himself.
Yoochun opens the door and his eyes sparkle under the light of the hallway. "Thank you, Changmin," he holds it to help him through.
Everyone is asleep and Yoochun leaves him on the couch to go smoke.
Changmin waits but only for a few minutes before he heads out onto the balcony. The fall wind sends chills down his back and Yoochun is leaning against the railing looking pensive. He leans against him. "Let me have one," he sticks his hand out and Yoochun looks at him.
"You don't smoke," but he pulls the pack out anyway and places a slim cigarette in the palm of his hand. Changmin examines it for a moment before putting it in his mouth.
Before Yoochun lights it he hesitates.
"Don't inhale," he instructs and Changmin nods.
Somehow he manages to do exactly what Yoochun told him not too and finds himself doubled over, hands on his knees as he coughs what might be a lung, out.
It's disgusting and he throws it away immediately.
"How can you do that?" he croaks and Yoochun rubs what's left of his out.
"It's relaxing sometimes," he answers and leads him back into the apartment.
They lay on the couch together, their legs twisted and Changmin can hear Yoochun's familiar heartbeat while his fingers are in his hair lulling him to sleep.
"This was nice," he whispers closing his eyes and tries to get the room to stop spinning.
Yoochun hums and it vibrates in his chest, under Changmin's ear. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Changmin," he tugs playfully and Changmin lifts his chin up to look in his heady eyes.
He wants to kiss him again.
This time he does and Yoochun moans softly against his mouth.
Changmin pulls away first and smiles, "Thank you, Yoochun," he whispers and kisses him one more time.
Changmin is lying on the couch, Yoochun is lying against him. Jaejoong is playing with his toes at the other end; Junsu is holding his hand as he sits on the floor and Yunho is popping a movie into the DVD player before he sits beside Junsu and Changmin curls a leg around his chest and makes him laugh.
It's the start of a new year and Changmin looks at them all.
He loves them all, they're all his Hyungs and even though sometimes he hates being the youngest, most of the time he loves it.
"Changmin," Jaejoong speaks, his eyes on the movie.
"Yes, Hyung," he looks at him and when their eyes meet he smiles.
"We should go pick flowers again," Jaejoong tugs at his big toe and Changmin looks out the window.
It's snowing outside.
And he smiles.
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Hope you enjoy it!!
P.S. There is a high possibility my bias may show and it may make no sense since I'm dead right now and in need of sleep :D
Title: Seasons of Love
Length: One-Shot
Pairing: Changmin-Centric
Genre: Fluff, General
Rating: PG-13
Summery: In any season, everyone loves Changmin.
Jaejoong invites Changmin to pick flowers one curious afternoon. The sun is hidden behind the clouds and the wind chill lowers the temperature by what Changmin thinks, at the very least, five degrees and he really doesn't know why he agreed to do something as asinine as picking flowers in the dead of winter.
"Jaejoong Hyung, why are we out here?" he shivers in his parka and blows into his leather skinned covered hands and feels absolutely no warmth.
Jaejoong who's windswept with rosy cheeks and exuberant eyes smiles at him, displaying the lovely arrangement of winter flowers in his hand. "It seemed like a nice day to pick flowers," he answers serenely and bends down to pick something that looks like a dead weed from the ground.
"I think you're crazy," he says quietly to himself but the wind, who seems to have it out for him, sweeps his words towards a smiling Jaejoong who soon glares at him.
"What did you say?" he asks behind a biting tone.
And Changmin smiles easily, "I said, I'm feeling lazy," he wraps his arms around himself tightly. "Can we go home soon?" he asks him with a masterfully manipulated pout and Jaejoong nods after a while.
When they get into the car Jaejoong hands him the rather stunning bouquet and kisses him on the mouth. "These are for you," he says with an admirable blush.
Changmin looks at them, then at Jaejoong who's struggling to get the keys in the ignition and back at the flowers again. He smiles and feels completely warm.
"Thank you, Hyung," he smells them and they smell like love.
It's raining outside and it hasn't stopped in three days. It's the worst part of Spring and the ground is wet and Changmin wishes he hadn't worn his favorite leather shoes.
Not that it isn't his fault; he agreed to leave the house while a monsoon was wreaking havoc on the streets.
Ok, maybe not a monsoon but it almost seems that way.
Yunho is walking beside him, holding an umbrella that could cover a small community, over them and also holding his hand, which he doesn't really mind. "Isn't it nice outside?" he says after their apartment comes into view just around the corner and Changmin thanks whoever is up there for finally getting them back home.
They've been walking for almost an hour and although on a normal, dry day he wouldn't mind, today he kind of does but Yunho seemed enthusiastic when he asked and mentioned something about loving this kind of weather. How could he say no to that? It would be inhuman.
Changmin looks at him warily. "Not really," he answers but then feels bad when Yunho frowns.
"If you didn't want to join me, you should've said so," he mutters and lets go of his hand.
Changmin feels the emptiness almost immediately and attempts to grab his hand but Yunho starts walking faster in wide hurried steps but Changmin has impossibly long legs and it doesn't take much to reach him again.
"I'm sorry, it's beautiful out here," he grabs his hand and holds it tight despite the petulant struggle. He's not particularly lying, there is a calm serenity and beauty to rain.
"You're sarcasm is not appreciated," he states but the fingers curl tighter around Changmin's and he knows he's got him. "I just thought a nice walk could do us some good," he tells him and sounds a little down.
Changmin looks at him, then at the rain that seems never ending.
After a few silent moments he takes hold of the umbrella from Yunho's grasp and whips it away from them, making grand motions to clip it closed.
Cold pellets of rain fall immediately to their shoulders and Yunho stares at him inquisitively.
He wipes the wetness from Yunho's eyes and smiles. "If we're going to be out here, we might as well enjoy it," he smiles and his heart skips a beat when Yunho grins at him, his hair sticking to his face and radiating handsomely.
When Yunho runs down the street in laughter, splashing through the puddles in a manner uncharacteristic of a leader, Changmin throws the umbrella aside and begins the chase.
They reach the apartment and they're soaked in nature's tears.
Yunho holds him back just for a moment trying to catch his breath. "This was fun," he says, eyes dancing and soon leans in close, his breath warm against Changmin's mouth.
Changmin smiles and closes the distance, kissing him sweetly on the lips. "Thank you, Hyung," he whispers because it really was fun and when Yunho pulls away and wipes the wetness from his face Changmin thinks he can see the sun finally peaking through the clouds.
It's hot. So hot Changmin thinks he could fry an egg on his chest.
Junsu slathers sunscreen over his back and laughs when he hits a tickle spot that sends Changmin roaring in discomfort.
"You did that on purpose," he growls and punches his leg.
Junsu grins and rubs him down, taking care in his smooth strokes to coat him evenly. "Shut up and enjoy the sun," he slaps his shoulder.
Changmin shudders when he feels nimble fingers sliding down to the small of his back. "Don't get any ideas," he mutters and Junsu laughs heartily as he finishes.
"Ready to go in?" he leans back on his legs and looks out at the inviting waters of the private beach.
Changmin looks over and sees sanctuary a few feet away. The water looks calming as it washes over the sandy beach. "You can swim right?" he asks and Junsu almost looks offended.
Junsu pretends to drown and Changmin, in frightened sensitivity swims to him until he realizes he's been tricked and dunks him in the water for a good couple of fighting seconds. When he finally lets go Junsu sputters to the top and glares at him, splashing him in the face.
"You could've killed me!" he cries, choking on the salt water and attempts to kick him but it's in slow motion and Changmin manages to move in time.
Changmin grins and pushes him away, "You deserved it," he calls over his shoulder wading back to shore. After a few moments he feels a feather light attachment on his back and Junsu closes his arms around his neck. His legs wrap tightly around Changmin's waist and when he looks over his shoulder he comes face to face with a grinning Junsu whose hair is matted unflatteringly over his forehead, but his smile is brilliant and his eyes are shining against the blue water.
"Thank you for saving me," he says, kissing his cheek and holding tight.
Changmin looks at him, "You weren't drowning," he reminds him.
Junsu laughs, "but if I had, I know you would save me," and he tightens his limbs in adoration.
Changmin thinks the ice water has suddenly become just a little warmer. "Yes I would," he answers and walks slowly back to shore, Junsu singing in his ear.
They sleep together under the warmth of the sun.
As it's getting darker and his shorts are dry, Junsu is shaking the sand from the blanket and Changmin is picking up the wrappers from their lunch and throwing them into the cooler.
They walk slowly, tan and glowing, back to the car. "Aren't you glad I dragged you here?" he grins closing the trunk and Changmin nods as he gets in the car.
Junsu starts it easily and looks at him with a winning smile, moving in a little. "I hope you had fun."
Changmin nods, "I did," he thanks him and Junsu's eyes dance as he kisses him. "Thank you, Hyung," Changmin blushes when he pulls away.
The leaves are turning golden brown when Yoochun asks him to go out.
"Order whatever you want," he tells him with a smile in the nice restaurant Changmin got to choose.
Changmin blushes and looks over the menu carefully.
He orders too much and when he's leaning back with a few too many drinks in his stomach and plates of food almost empty, Changmin thinks Yoochun knows him the best.
"Are you ready to leave?" Yoochun asks signaling for the waiter to bring the check.
Changmin rubs his stomach and nods, satisfied. He wonders if he could fit the last dumpling in as he eyes it carefully. "No, I can't," he says out loud and Yoochun laughs deeply.
"You eat too much," he tells Changmin with a wink and Changmin flushes.
"Well you drink too much," he mutters and stuffs the dumpling in his mouth if only for self satisfaction.
Yoochun takes him to a club after dinner and holds his hips close as they dance to the thumping music. Changmin is surprised no one has noticed them or if they have, no one has said anything.
"How come you can't dance like this on stage?" he whispers into Yoochun's ear and Yoochun gives him a devilish grin that sends waves of something exciting down his sweltering chest.
"The stage lacks the proper inspiration," he purrs deliciously with a roll of his hips and Changmin kisses him in the darkness of the flickering strobe light.
Walking towards the cab, Changmin stumbles a little bit and Yoochun holds him up from falling. "You're drunk," he laughs and whistles for a cab like a pro.
Changmin does an intricate hiccup kind of burp thing and blows out the stench of his alcohol with a groan. "I'm totally drunk," he mumbles and rests his head on Yoochun's shoulder just as the cab pulls up beside him.
Inside, on their way home Yoochun strokes the inside of his thigh and Changmin feels the heat in his stomach. He won't kiss him in the car, but he decides he will when they get back home in the privacy of the apartment and away from prying eyes.
Yoochun helps him out and pays for the ride, holding him up nicely against his side. Changmin thinks he makes an excellent Prince Charming as they wait in the elevator, the motion making him a little sick.
"Did you have fun?" he asks him and Changmin rolls his head off his shoulder and blinks to bring his handsome face into focus.
"The best," he nods and leans just enough, ready to kiss him again because Yoochun has amazing lips and they're soft and it's not like he doesn't like kissing the others but there's something about Yoochun that makes him want to kiss him. He's going to kiss him and tells him so. "I'm going to kiss you now," and closes his eyes.
And then he burps and Yoochun explodes in laughter. "No, you're not," he pushes him away and Changmin wobbles on his unsteady feet as the elevator comes to a halt on their floor.
Yoochun helps him down the hallway and settles him against the wall, laughing as Changmin's fingers play in his hair that's currently really long and curls at the ends.
He thinks Yoochun is prettier than any girl he's seen.
"I think you're pretty, Yoochun," he says out loud before really considering it but drinking makes him say many things he should probably keep to himself.
Yoochun opens the door and his eyes sparkle under the light of the hallway. "Thank you, Changmin," he holds it to help him through.
Everyone is asleep and Yoochun leaves him on the couch to go smoke.
Changmin waits but only for a few minutes before he heads out onto the balcony. The fall wind sends chills down his back and Yoochun is leaning against the railing looking pensive. He leans against him. "Let me have one," he sticks his hand out and Yoochun looks at him.
"You don't smoke," but he pulls the pack out anyway and places a slim cigarette in the palm of his hand. Changmin examines it for a moment before putting it in his mouth.
Before Yoochun lights it he hesitates.
"Don't inhale," he instructs and Changmin nods.
Somehow he manages to do exactly what Yoochun told him not too and finds himself doubled over, hands on his knees as he coughs what might be a lung, out.
It's disgusting and he throws it away immediately.
"How can you do that?" he croaks and Yoochun rubs what's left of his out.
"It's relaxing sometimes," he answers and leads him back into the apartment.
They lay on the couch together, their legs twisted and Changmin can hear Yoochun's familiar heartbeat while his fingers are in his hair lulling him to sleep.
"This was nice," he whispers closing his eyes and tries to get the room to stop spinning.
Yoochun hums and it vibrates in his chest, under Changmin's ear. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Changmin," he tugs playfully and Changmin lifts his chin up to look in his heady eyes.
He wants to kiss him again.
This time he does and Yoochun moans softly against his mouth.
Changmin pulls away first and smiles, "Thank you, Yoochun," he whispers and kisses him one more time.
Changmin is lying on the couch, Yoochun is lying against him. Jaejoong is playing with his toes at the other end; Junsu is holding his hand as he sits on the floor and Yunho is popping a movie into the DVD player before he sits beside Junsu and Changmin curls a leg around his chest and makes him laugh.
It's the start of a new year and Changmin looks at them all.
He loves them all, they're all his Hyungs and even though sometimes he hates being the youngest, most of the time he loves it.
"Changmin," Jaejoong speaks, his eyes on the movie.
"Yes, Hyung," he looks at him and when their eyes meet he smiles.
"We should go pick flowers again," Jaejoong tugs at his big toe and Changmin looks out the window.
It's snowing outside.
And he smiles.
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