sky and stars
rating: r
pairing: yoochun/changmin
length: ~2200 wc
genre: fluff
They lie together in the dark, limbs tangled together, sharing the warmth on a chilled autumn night. This is still new to them, maybe not the close proximity but the intimacy. It was only recently that Changmin had sidled up to Yoochun in his bed and allowed his defenses to fall for a brief moment as he whispered in the older man’s ear, hyung, I think I love you.
Their relationship grew steadily more romantic after that night. Yoochun and Changmin would share an occasional smile, sweeter than the ones they’d shared before, and Changmin’s heart would beat faster.
Yoochun had never felt so in love.
Now as they lie together, Yoochun is so happy to just play with Changmin’s hair absentmindedly as Changmin rests his head on Yoochun’s chest.
“This is perfect,” Yoochun says.
He feels Changmin smile against the skin of his chest.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Are you nervous?”
“I’m always nervous around you.” Changmin confesses.
Yoochun chuckles. “Who are you and what have you done with Shim Changmin?”
“I guess it’s easier to talk at night when I know you can’t see my face.”
“But I want to see your face. I want to look right at you when you say you love me,” Yoochun teases.
Changmin buries his face in Yoochun’s neck, cheeks heating up. “Stoooppp,” he pleads.
Yoochun only giggles and rubs a hand up and down Changmin’s back soothingly.
“I love you, Changmin.”
“Loveyoutoo,” Changmin mutters, darkness hiding his flushed face.
The fiery colors of autumn slowly bleed out until the land is nothing more than an endless scape of blue, white, and barren grey trees. The winter had always been harsh toward Yoochun, who had never had the healthiest of constitutions. He coughs and he falls ill and he even cuts back on smoking because his voice is suffering like hell.
But his relationship with Changmin was planted firmly in the ground before the snow fell, and they sprout up through the ground and grow, strong and beautiful.
They lie together every night and hold each other close.
“Hyung, I have to tell you something.”
Yoochun sniffles. “Hm?”
“I love your voice so much.”
Yoochun’s throat tightens. “Really?”
Yoochun has never been one to reveal his insecurities-in fact, he’s never even stopped to think about what he’s insecure about. He preferred to spend his time laughing and joking with his members, and maybe it was some form of subconscious escapism, but it kept him away from the pits of despair.
Changmin nuzzles closer, nose brushing along Yoochun’s jaw. “Hyung, I love it so much. When I hear you sing my heart feels tight. It’s deep and rich and beautiful and it tells a story. It’s my favorite voice.”
And this time it’s Yoochun who appreciates the veil of darkness as tears fall.
“Thank you,” Yoochun whispers, sincerity teeming in the simple words, and he presses a kiss to Changmin’s soft hair.
In the middle of January the snow falls silent but heavy, covering the world in white. On a rare free weekend, Yoochun and Changmin travel to a cabin in the woods if only to get away, if only to be closer to one another.
Changmin sets up the fireplace while Yoochun makes hot chocolate and they curl up under a thick tan blanket in front of the warm blaze. They sip the sweet drinks in silence for a while, Yoochun’s arm around Changmin.
Eventually, Changmin puts his empty mug down and turns to rest his head on Yoochun’s shoulder, nose just brushing against the older man’s neck.
Yoochun finishes his as well and sets the mug down, the small sound seeming loud in the quiet white world.
He places two fingers under Changmin’s chin and faces the boy, eyes filled with something Changmin can’t read.
Yoochun says nothing, and then kisses him. Changmin’s eyes close slowly and he can’t think, suddenly all that’s real is Yoochun’s lips on his, Yoochun’s knees knocking against his own, Yoochun’s warmth and Yoochun’s hand cupping his cheek and just Yoochun.
Changmin gasps quickly and he kisses Yoochun again.
“I love you, Changmin,” Yoochun says against his lips and Changmin can taste the truth.
Changmin places a hand on Yoochun’s side and angles his head to the side and parts his lips to allow Yoochun to kiss him properly.
And kiss him Yoochun does, over and over again, until the sun sets and then falls out of the sky.
Navy ink washes over the heavens and silvery stars litter the scape.
“Let’s go outside,” Yoochun says.
Changmin presses his forehead against Yoochun’s.
“But it’s freezing, you’ll get sick again,” Changmin says, worry seeping into his voice.
Yoochun shakes his head. “I don’t care, I just want to look at the stars with you.”
Changmin swallows around his emotion. How can he say no to that? Damn Yoochun for being the perfect romantic.
“You can just keep me warm~” the older man sings, and Changmin can’t help the grin that breaks across his face.
They lie back on a thick bed of fallen pine needles, side by side, hand in hand. When his head hits the ground Changmin gasps-he doesn’t think he’s ever seen stars this bright. They’re such a shiny silver and there’s so many-some bigger than others and some forming the constellations he’d only ever read about in grade school science.
The sky is huge, too, big enough to fit a million stars. Changmin feels something in him release and suddenly he feels a million pounds lighter, almost like he could fly. Without realizing what he’s doing he watches as his arm lifts up and his hand reaches towards the heavens. If he could grab that star, that shining, beautiful cosmic matter he would grasp it and it would be his and Yoochun’s to share forever. They could look at it when they felt sad because the city was noisy, or when they were sad because they are tied to this earth.
The boy turns to Yoochun, who looks to him at the same time.
Maybe they were thinking the same thing.
“They’re beautiful,” Yoochun murmurs, voice low so as to not disturb the harmony of the forest night.
Changmin nods.
“I’ve never seen them like this.”
Yoochun chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind Changmin’s ear. “My little city boy.”
Changmin grins and presses his lips to Yoochun’s jaw, and trails the kisses upwards until he reaches Yoochun’s lips. They’re always so warm.
“I love kissing you,” Changmin says.
“And I love it when you kiss me,” Yoochun giggles.
“I wanna stay out here with you forever. I don’t need anything else, just you.”
Yoochun wraps his arms tight around Changmin’s shoulders as the younger boy begins to nip at his neck.
“Don’t say that,” Yoochun says, and he sounds worried.
“I’ll only ever want you, I’ll never want anyone else.”
“Changmin, stop.”
But Changmin can’t stop now. He pulls back, eyes clouded with love and lust and confusion because he doesn’t know how to deal with the strongest feelings he’s ever felt. He lifts Yoochun up and carries him back into the cabin and sets him down on their bed and kneels over him, knees on either side of Yoochun’s thin hips.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, hyung. It’s like every time I’m with you, my heart is twisting and sinking and soaring all at the same time.” The boy leans down so his face is hovering just above Yoochun’s, forearms resting on the bed. “You don’t know what you do to me-what you’ve been doing to me for years. I love you so much I can hardly stand it. I love you so much I can hardly breathe.”
Yoochun feels his eyes sting with cold (tears) and his throat constrict with dryness (emotion). He’s always guarded his heart when it came to romantic love. For the past few months, Changmin had been slowly opening him up, leaving him raw and vulnerable to the harsh elements of desire.
“Changmin…” he begins, trailing a hand down the side of Changmin’s face. The younger boy leans into the touch, eyes closed and brows pulling together and Yoochun decides he’ll never love anyone more than he loves this boy, who has been next to him through the hardest nights, through the most depressing bouts of apathy, and who has adored him through it all.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, and there’s a new fire in his voice. Changmin obeys, and as he does he trails a hand up Yoochun’s sweater, feeling the skin warmed by layers of winter clothing.
Soon, those layers begin to come off, one by one, and Changmin’s ears are filled with the music of Yoochun’s panting breaths and Changmin kisses his body everywhere. He pins Yoochun’s wrists above his head and pushes his tongue past the seam of Yoochun’s lips for a kiss, long and slow, and Yoochun’s whimpers are beautiful against the background noise of the silent snow and crackling fire.
Yoochun shivers as Changmin rids them of the rest of their clothes but when Changmin prepares him and pushes in, Yoochun thinks he has never felt so warm.
Changmin watches as Yoochun’s chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths. He feels ecstatic that he has this effect on the man he loves and he can’t help but to kiss Yoochun’s fair, broad chest. Yoochun is overwhelmed by the sensations and he pants and moans and grips Changmin’s arms weakly and Changmin wants to keep this moment burned into his memory for his whole lifetime. He wants all of this-the stars, the smell of the trees, the warm of their cabin and the noises Yoochun made-to live on in his heart for eternity.
“I love you,” Changmin urges, and they reach their peak together, bodies stilling as they come, then relaxing into each other’s embraces once more as the snow piles up outside, and they smile to each other as they fall asleep.
They go back to Seoul on Sunday evening, ready to face reality once more.
Six months later, Jaejoong and Junsu leave, and they take Yoochun with them.
And Changmin is frozen in place.
He ends up staying because his feet couldn’t move. He watched Yoochun walk out the door and mentally screamed at his legs to run but they wouldn’t, it was like a horrible nightmare where the monster was chasing him and he couldn’t go but this time he was awake and he wasn’t being chased.
The door shuts behind him and Changmin collapses to his knees. Yunho is there, asking him what’s wrong, but Changmin can’t hear, and he can’t comprehend.
What happened to his rationality? What happened to his cool, calm demeanor? When did become something like this, someone who loved so deeply that it cut into his soul.
Memories from that night in the cabin in the woods persist and he sees them flashing behind his eyelids every night as he tries to fall asleep. He thinks on the shade of Yoochun’s fair skin flushed red, illuminated by silver starlight and the faint orange hue of fire. He remembers the navy sky and the evergreens shaded black at night.
And he realizes he doesn’t care about any of this, he doesn’t care about anything, all he wants is to hold Yoochun in his arms again. He wants to return to their tiny, cramped dorm and share his bed with Yoochun and let Yoochun play with his hair and nuzzle against his neck.
Changmin cries himself to sleep that night, and is thankful for the cover of dark, because even though this time there’s no one around to see, Changmin doesn’t even want to face himself.
Another six months pass and it’s a year since they spent that weekend together. Changmin happens to have another break and he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, so he takes a trip to that cabin in the woods, if only to get away for a while.
And somehow, he’s not surprised when he sees Yoochun there, throwing the last few logs of firewood into the hearth.
They embrace and feel each other’s bodies press together and Changmin pulls him in tight. “I don’t need anything, I don’t care about anything I just need you, Yoochun hyung, I don’t care. I just need you in my life.”
Yoochun pulls back and looks at Changmin with glassy eyes.
“Not a day has passed that I haven’t craved to feel your arms around me. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t longed to hear your sweet voice, see your beautiful eyes.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t go with you when you left.”
Yoochun looks horrified. “No, no Changmin. I’m sorry I left you. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
Changmin wipes away Yoochun’s first tear with his thumb. He smiles in disbelief. “Still the same crybaby.”
Yoochun leans into Changmin’s touch and smiles back. “I’m always going to stay the same. And I’m always gonna love you.”
Changmin sighs with relief, and goes to the kitchen to make the hot chocolate.
a/n: :c i love yoomin. please leave comments if you liked what you read!! it makes me happy and encourages me to write more;;
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pairing: yoochun/changmin
length: ~2200 wc
genre: fluff
They lie together in the dark, limbs tangled together, sharing the warmth on a chilled autumn night. This is still new to them, maybe not the close proximity but the intimacy. It was only recently that Changmin had sidled up to Yoochun in his bed and allowed his defenses to fall for a brief moment as he whispered in the older man’s ear, hyung, I think I love you.
Their relationship grew steadily more romantic after that night. Yoochun and Changmin would share an occasional smile, sweeter than the ones they’d shared before, and Changmin’s heart would beat faster.
Yoochun had never felt so in love.
Now as they lie together, Yoochun is so happy to just play with Changmin’s hair absentmindedly as Changmin rests his head on Yoochun’s chest.
“This is perfect,” Yoochun says.
He feels Changmin smile against the skin of his chest.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Are you nervous?”
“I’m always nervous around you.” Changmin confesses.
Yoochun chuckles. “Who are you and what have you done with Shim Changmin?”
“I guess it’s easier to talk at night when I know you can’t see my face.”
“But I want to see your face. I want to look right at you when you say you love me,” Yoochun teases.
Changmin buries his face in Yoochun’s neck, cheeks heating up. “Stoooppp,” he pleads.
Yoochun only giggles and rubs a hand up and down Changmin’s back soothingly.
“I love you, Changmin.”
“Loveyoutoo,” Changmin mutters, darkness hiding his flushed face.
The fiery colors of autumn slowly bleed out until the land is nothing more than an endless scape of blue, white, and barren grey trees. The winter had always been harsh toward Yoochun, who had never had the healthiest of constitutions. He coughs and he falls ill and he even cuts back on smoking because his voice is suffering like hell.
But his relationship with Changmin was planted firmly in the ground before the snow fell, and they sprout up through the ground and grow, strong and beautiful.
They lie together every night and hold each other close.
“Hyung, I have to tell you something.”
Yoochun sniffles. “Hm?”
“I love your voice so much.”
Yoochun’s throat tightens. “Really?”
Yoochun has never been one to reveal his insecurities-in fact, he’s never even stopped to think about what he’s insecure about. He preferred to spend his time laughing and joking with his members, and maybe it was some form of subconscious escapism, but it kept him away from the pits of despair.
Changmin nuzzles closer, nose brushing along Yoochun’s jaw. “Hyung, I love it so much. When I hear you sing my heart feels tight. It’s deep and rich and beautiful and it tells a story. It’s my favorite voice.”
And this time it’s Yoochun who appreciates the veil of darkness as tears fall.
“Thank you,” Yoochun whispers, sincerity teeming in the simple words, and he presses a kiss to Changmin’s soft hair.
In the middle of January the snow falls silent but heavy, covering the world in white. On a rare free weekend, Yoochun and Changmin travel to a cabin in the woods if only to get away, if only to be closer to one another.
Changmin sets up the fireplace while Yoochun makes hot chocolate and they curl up under a thick tan blanket in front of the warm blaze. They sip the sweet drinks in silence for a while, Yoochun’s arm around Changmin.
Eventually, Changmin puts his empty mug down and turns to rest his head on Yoochun’s shoulder, nose just brushing against the older man’s neck.
Yoochun finishes his as well and sets the mug down, the small sound seeming loud in the quiet white world.
He places two fingers under Changmin’s chin and faces the boy, eyes filled with something Changmin can’t read.
Yoochun says nothing, and then kisses him. Changmin’s eyes close slowly and he can’t think, suddenly all that’s real is Yoochun’s lips on his, Yoochun’s knees knocking against his own, Yoochun’s warmth and Yoochun’s hand cupping his cheek and just Yoochun.
Changmin gasps quickly and he kisses Yoochun again.
“I love you, Changmin,” Yoochun says against his lips and Changmin can taste the truth.
Changmin places a hand on Yoochun’s side and angles his head to the side and parts his lips to allow Yoochun to kiss him properly.
And kiss him Yoochun does, over and over again, until the sun sets and then falls out of the sky.
Navy ink washes over the heavens and silvery stars litter the scape.
“Let’s go outside,” Yoochun says.
Changmin presses his forehead against Yoochun’s.
“But it’s freezing, you’ll get sick again,” Changmin says, worry seeping into his voice.
Yoochun shakes his head. “I don’t care, I just want to look at the stars with you.”
Changmin swallows around his emotion. How can he say no to that? Damn Yoochun for being the perfect romantic.
“You can just keep me warm~” the older man sings, and Changmin can’t help the grin that breaks across his face.
They lie back on a thick bed of fallen pine needles, side by side, hand in hand. When his head hits the ground Changmin gasps-he doesn’t think he’s ever seen stars this bright. They’re such a shiny silver and there’s so many-some bigger than others and some forming the constellations he’d only ever read about in grade school science.
The sky is huge, too, big enough to fit a million stars. Changmin feels something in him release and suddenly he feels a million pounds lighter, almost like he could fly. Without realizing what he’s doing he watches as his arm lifts up and his hand reaches towards the heavens. If he could grab that star, that shining, beautiful cosmic matter he would grasp it and it would be his and Yoochun’s to share forever. They could look at it when they felt sad because the city was noisy, or when they were sad because they are tied to this earth.
The boy turns to Yoochun, who looks to him at the same time.
Maybe they were thinking the same thing.
“They’re beautiful,” Yoochun murmurs, voice low so as to not disturb the harmony of the forest night.
Changmin nods.
“I’ve never seen them like this.”
Yoochun chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind Changmin’s ear. “My little city boy.”
Changmin grins and presses his lips to Yoochun’s jaw, and trails the kisses upwards until he reaches Yoochun’s lips. They’re always so warm.
“I love kissing you,” Changmin says.
“And I love it when you kiss me,” Yoochun giggles.
“I wanna stay out here with you forever. I don’t need anything else, just you.”
Yoochun wraps his arms tight around Changmin’s shoulders as the younger boy begins to nip at his neck.
“Don’t say that,” Yoochun says, and he sounds worried.
“I’ll only ever want you, I’ll never want anyone else.”
“Changmin, stop.”
But Changmin can’t stop now. He pulls back, eyes clouded with love and lust and confusion because he doesn’t know how to deal with the strongest feelings he’s ever felt. He lifts Yoochun up and carries him back into the cabin and sets him down on their bed and kneels over him, knees on either side of Yoochun’s thin hips.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, hyung. It’s like every time I’m with you, my heart is twisting and sinking and soaring all at the same time.” The boy leans down so his face is hovering just above Yoochun’s, forearms resting on the bed. “You don’t know what you do to me-what you’ve been doing to me for years. I love you so much I can hardly stand it. I love you so much I can hardly breathe.”
Yoochun feels his eyes sting with cold (tears) and his throat constrict with dryness (emotion). He’s always guarded his heart when it came to romantic love. For the past few months, Changmin had been slowly opening him up, leaving him raw and vulnerable to the harsh elements of desire.
“Changmin…” he begins, trailing a hand down the side of Changmin’s face. The younger boy leans into the touch, eyes closed and brows pulling together and Yoochun decides he’ll never love anyone more than he loves this boy, who has been next to him through the hardest nights, through the most depressing bouts of apathy, and who has adored him through it all.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, and there’s a new fire in his voice. Changmin obeys, and as he does he trails a hand up Yoochun’s sweater, feeling the skin warmed by layers of winter clothing.
Soon, those layers begin to come off, one by one, and Changmin’s ears are filled with the music of Yoochun’s panting breaths and Changmin kisses his body everywhere. He pins Yoochun’s wrists above his head and pushes his tongue past the seam of Yoochun’s lips for a kiss, long and slow, and Yoochun’s whimpers are beautiful against the background noise of the silent snow and crackling fire.
Yoochun shivers as Changmin rids them of the rest of their clothes but when Changmin prepares him and pushes in, Yoochun thinks he has never felt so warm.
Changmin watches as Yoochun’s chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths. He feels ecstatic that he has this effect on the man he loves and he can’t help but to kiss Yoochun’s fair, broad chest. Yoochun is overwhelmed by the sensations and he pants and moans and grips Changmin’s arms weakly and Changmin wants to keep this moment burned into his memory for his whole lifetime. He wants all of this-the stars, the smell of the trees, the warm of their cabin and the noises Yoochun made-to live on in his heart for eternity.
“I love you,” Changmin urges, and they reach their peak together, bodies stilling as they come, then relaxing into each other’s embraces once more as the snow piles up outside, and they smile to each other as they fall asleep.
They go back to Seoul on Sunday evening, ready to face reality once more.
Six months later, Jaejoong and Junsu leave, and they take Yoochun with them.
And Changmin is frozen in place.
He ends up staying because his feet couldn’t move. He watched Yoochun walk out the door and mentally screamed at his legs to run but they wouldn’t, it was like a horrible nightmare where the monster was chasing him and he couldn’t go but this time he was awake and he wasn’t being chased.
The door shuts behind him and Changmin collapses to his knees. Yunho is there, asking him what’s wrong, but Changmin can’t hear, and he can’t comprehend.
What happened to his rationality? What happened to his cool, calm demeanor? When did become something like this, someone who loved so deeply that it cut into his soul.
Memories from that night in the cabin in the woods persist and he sees them flashing behind his eyelids every night as he tries to fall asleep. He thinks on the shade of Yoochun’s fair skin flushed red, illuminated by silver starlight and the faint orange hue of fire. He remembers the navy sky and the evergreens shaded black at night.
And he realizes he doesn’t care about any of this, he doesn’t care about anything, all he wants is to hold Yoochun in his arms again. He wants to return to their tiny, cramped dorm and share his bed with Yoochun and let Yoochun play with his hair and nuzzle against his neck.
Changmin cries himself to sleep that night, and is thankful for the cover of dark, because even though this time there’s no one around to see, Changmin doesn’t even want to face himself.
Another six months pass and it’s a year since they spent that weekend together. Changmin happens to have another break and he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, so he takes a trip to that cabin in the woods, if only to get away for a while.
And somehow, he’s not surprised when he sees Yoochun there, throwing the last few logs of firewood into the hearth.
They embrace and feel each other’s bodies press together and Changmin pulls him in tight. “I don’t need anything, I don’t care about anything I just need you, Yoochun hyung, I don’t care. I just need you in my life.”
Yoochun pulls back and looks at Changmin with glassy eyes.
“Not a day has passed that I haven’t craved to feel your arms around me. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t longed to hear your sweet voice, see your beautiful eyes.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t go with you when you left.”
Yoochun looks horrified. “No, no Changmin. I’m sorry I left you. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
Changmin wipes away Yoochun’s first tear with his thumb. He smiles in disbelief. “Still the same crybaby.”
Yoochun leans into Changmin’s touch and smiles back. “I’m always going to stay the same. And I’m always gonna love you.”
Changmin sighs with relief, and goes to the kitchen to make the hot chocolate.
a/n: :c i love yoomin. please leave comments if you liked what you read!! it makes me happy and encourages me to write more;;
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