it's always sunny in space - chapter 1
it's always sunny in space (1/13)
apocryphalic + loveclouds
yunho/changmin
pg-13
fbi!changmin meets alien!yunho, his yoga instructor. commence bending, finding inner peace, and discovering love that's out of this world.
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Yunho's a morning guy, always has been, but being woken up by a shrieking, pinching Jaejoong is never fun and it does not start his day off with sunshine and lollipops. Instead, it gives him a bruise and a sour mood right off the bat. If Jaejoong weren't the great King of their planet, Yunho would hit him. But then, Yunho hits him anyway, unhappy that the moons are still out and that it's rather dark outside.
"I'm sending you off, best friend," Jaejoong says like this is some sort of honor.
"...To where?"
"Earth."
"...Why?" Yunho narrows his eyes a little, squinting at Jaejoong with distrust. "I thought you already sent Heechul-hyung and all his Super Juniors."
Jaejoong pouts and his lips twist, but somehow, his pretty face remains pretty. "I did! And they didn't come back! Heechul keeps reporting back through his compact-com that it's all gorgeous and beautiful and there's no assimilation being done!"
Yunho scratches the back of his head. "But if you send me, who'll watch after you?" He sighs, though, knowing that it's a lost argument; what Jaejoong wants, Jaejoong always gets.
"I'm a grown man and the King of our great planet, do you really think I need to be watched every second of the day?" Jaejoong replies, glaring pointedly at him in case Yunho's missed the hint that it's a rhetorical question.
"I just meant that as your bodyguard, if I left you alone, you'd be without someone to protect you against threats from our neighbors," Yunho says, rather patient for someone who's just been woken up. He doesn't add that once he leaves, Jaejoong would be left to his own devices and that instead of worrying about the King, he worries more about the planet.
Jaejoong waves his hand at Yunho, dismissing his friend's explanation, "There's other guards. Besides, you're the one I trust the most Yunho. I want you to go down to Earth and assimilate, assimilate like I've told Heechul and his Super Juniors to do for so long now."
Yunho nods slowly as he stretches in his bed, blinking a little at his best friend. He thinks he knows why Heechul-hyung hasn't assimilated like Jaejoong wants, just like he knows that he's not going to assimilate like Jaejoong wants either. It's probably because neither of them knows what Jaejoong even means by assimilate and he wonders if his King knows either.
It's not as if Yunho gets a choice about whether he will go or not. Jaejoong tells him to pack light, walking over to the closet where he finds a suitcase, opening it up to help Yunho pack. He tells Yunho that it's summer down on Earth, warm and hazy weather with humid conditions. Yunho knows that Jaejoong probably got someone to research that for him because neither he nor the older man would know what summer is exactly. Their planet is farther from the Sun than the planet Earth is, and the weather here is almost always cool, not hot enough for tank tops but not cold enough to warrant jackets either.
"Be safe! Assimilate!" Jaejoong calls, wiping away an invisible tear as he kicks Yunho out of his own house, dramatically waving a white hanky around in the air. "And don't lose your compact-com! I swear, you misplace everything! And don't get found out! And don't take candy from strang-"
"Bye Jaejoong!" Yunho hollers, rolling his eyes.
He runs back home after getting the spacecar warmed up to grab his intergalactic cellphone. Hey, at least he remembered he forgot it.
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Changmin, for lack of better words, is not amused.
He understands perfectly fine that he's assigned to the top top top top top secret division of the FBI that deals with the Paranormal and Things Out There. Actually, there's a better name for it, but Yoochun's called it that since forever and the name's stuck. However, Changmin doesn't know how he feels about being dispatched to Manhattan to apprehend an alien and his spacecraft on a mission that could last anywhere from a week to ten years. He feels like cattle. Very well paid cattle.
"Will you stop complaining like a lobster just crawled into your butt!" Yoochun pleads over the phone with a scowl. Even if he's the division head, nobody really wants to piss Shim Changmin off. He's reputed to have quite the happy little trigger finger and he'll use it if you piss him off. After he crushes your soul with harsh words, of course. "How're you supposed to catch that damn alien if he and everyone around you feels like you're about to shoot them?"
"Shut up, Yoochun."
"You know what, you know what," Yoochun asks with a sigh, "I think you need to chill out. Like...find some peace, Changmin-ah. You're so angry."
"All you've given me is a blurry photo of something that looks like a shooting star and the only so-called 'proof' any of us have of this alien's existence is that some questionable people in downtown Manhattan had reported 'strange noises.' Yoochun. This is New York. It's all strange noises."
"I personally recommend yoga to soothe your soul. You know, deep breaths, long stretches, some new knowledge of yourself and inner peace!"
"There's no alien here! Let me go home!"
"I'll sign you up for yoga lessons starting next week."
"We're not even having the same conversation right now."
"You're welcome."
Changmin hangs up on Yoochun with a string of curses that New Yorkers would be proud of, wishing that he had an older modeled cell phone so he could at least hang up with a more satisfying sound. He glares angrily at his phone, hoping that Yoochun will somehow feel it in headquarters and fall on his ass or down a flight of stairs; he's really not too picky. Changmin looks around and stares, stuck in a one-bedroom apartment in Hell's Kitchen somewhere, with a loud neighbor next door who just can't stop having sex. He knows that the FBI can afford better, much better, and yet here he is because Yoochun had decided that he should be incognito and lay low, just like a normal college student.
Changmin's also pretty sure that it isn't Yoochun's idea for him to do yoga and find inner peace because the therapist at the agency had told him the same thing. He honestly doesn't see the problem with having a gun on him 24/7; he's an agent in the FBI, top top top secret agent and he's staying vigilant like Yoochun had told him to from the beginning. So he shoots when he should ask questions and so he aims for the limbs to hurt and not the head to kill, and Changmin thinks all in all that he's a damn good agent. After all, he's the only one with the most cases solved and he's only been in the agency for a year. Not too shabby for a twenty-one year old agent recruited fresh out of high school. Work is work though and it pays, it really pays.
That's how he finds himself a week later in front of a yoga school that looks more like a dance studio, large empty spaces and mirrors everywhere. He's already hating the place, not exactly the kind that enjoys staring at himself for long hours at a time. He stays in the back, feeling out of place in his jeans and t-shirt, stuck in a lavender scented room full of women in tight leggings and sport bras.
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Things that were salvaged from the crash: himself and the compact-com.
Yunho sighs as he gets into his tank top and tight, tight leggings, happily admiring himself in the mirror for a minute before heading out. Sure he hadn't landed the spacecar very well but who cares? He had survived and the compact-com had survived and those two things are the only things he really needs.
He strolls out to the yoga classroom and greets his students, glad to see that the room's already full in just a week. Word of the super bendy yoga instructor has already spread around and Yunho's not complaining about all the pretty ladies making eyes at him as they bend over and show him how stretchy they are. He's grinning like an idiot when his eyes catch sight of a new student sitting in the very back of the room, no yoga mat, no spandex, just a scowl on his gorgeous face and what looks like a twitching finger.
"Okay class, free time!" Yunho says with a big smile, disappearing to the back to grab a nice, pink mat for his new student. He sure doesn't get a lot of guys in this class. And certainly not gorgeous hotties with drool-worthy bodies.
Whistling happily to himself, Yunho reappears and walks to the young man, extending the mat and a hand for a shake.
Changmin's more than surprised to find that his yoga class is taught by a man, scowling because he knew telling Yoochun he's not interested in just women would come back to bite him in the ass. He tries to stay as far from the other women as possible, finding it near impossible because they keep gravitating towards him like hungry cats would to a can of food. He's got half a mind to leave, slowly inching his way towards the door when he's stopped by a smiley young man holding a very pink mat.
He's handed the mat and a hand, shaking it automatically before he introduces himself, "Shim Changmin, and you must be the instructor," he says, trying covertly to look over the older man's very slender and lithe body, cough a little when he catches sight of a very, very impressive friend he'd love to meet sometime soon.
Changmin swallows and blinks a few times, repeating to himself he's on a mission to find an alien, probably with more than one head and ugly tentacles, one that preferably doesn't spew out venom like the last one did. "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm dressed properly to do any...stretching," he says, looking down at his own jeans, "These aren't the most flexible clothes."
"That's okay!" Yunho replies, leaning in closer than he knows humans like to inspect Changmin's face. So good looking. "I have an extra pair of leggings in the back if you want them."
Changmin leans away from the other man, way too close for his comfort. He coughs once, letting go of his instructor's hand to scratch at the back of his head. "Tight ones?" he asks, looking at the older man's constricting spandex before he shakes his head, "I'm not sure I'd fit them," he says lamely.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Yunho exclaims, already turning around, motioning for Changmin to follow, "You're such a skinny thing. They'll fit you just fine."
He grabs a hold of the other man by the wrist and starts dragging him along to the back, secretly gleeful that someone so attractive is going to be taking his class from now on. His experience on Earth so far has taught Yunho two things: everything's basically the same as it is on his home planet, and the people are much more willing to sleep around as soon as there's any attraction or alcohol involved. But he's not going to get Changmin drunk, no. That would be too much, too fast. Yunho's a romantic at heart.
"Here you go," he says with a smile, pulling out a nice, black pair of spandex leggings for Changmin to wear. Yunho can already imagine how long those legs would look in these leggings and it makes him squirm a little. "Just tell me if you need any help stretching, okay?" he offers with a big smile, leaning in too close again. "And smile! Everyone could use more happiness in their lives."
Changmin shoots his instructor a suspicious look; no one should ever be so happy all the time. He sniffs a little, wondering if that's pot he smells because it'd definitely explain a lot of things, such as why the other man is smiling so widely and why he'd be so happy in such tight leggings.
"Sorry, what's your name again?" he asks, eyes narrowed just a little as he reaches for the leggings, "I don't think I caught it the first time."
He holds the black cloth in his hands, stretching it out a little and wonders already if tights is a must in the class. "Are we obligated to wear leggings in every class? Can I just wear track pants instead?"
Yunho pouts but shakes his head. "Jung Yunho," he says with a small sigh, "and no, you don't have to wear leggings if you don't want to. I'm just going to tell you now though that I take my job very seriously and I'm going to yoga you until you can't yoga anymore. So there will be lots of sweating and panting and bending and groaning so no complaining about how you're sweating too much and your track pants don't absorb it or how they get in the way of some of my specially created stretches, understood?" He almost frowns at Changmin before smiling again, putting his bag away back into a locker. "Don't worry so much, Changmin. This class is here so you can get more flexible and find some new inner peace. You can wear whatever you'd like, alright?"
He sighs and gestures back to the room, walking with Changmin, sneakily checking the other man out. It's rare that anyone's actually taller than him but Changmin's got maybe an inch and a half more in height. Yunho smiles secretly to himself and adjusts his tights, glad for once that he's got something to show off down south.
Changmin walks self-consciously and stops halfway, gesturing to the changing room and walks off to change, grunting and mumbling about how hard his life is the entire while. As soon as class is over, he's calling Yoochun and asking for a raise or at least a beer. The leggings are definitely uncomfortable, bunching and way too tight in areas he prefers for there to be more room. He stretches a little himself, blinking as he tries hard to readjust the stretchy fabric so it's not so obvious he's kind of attracted to the hot instructor.
He swallows and splashes some cold water on his face, mumbling even more as he tries to conjure up an image of an alien. He walks back out to find everyone still stretching and his instructor in the corner helping some woman out. Changmin finds a corner himself, a little far away from the front because everyone had laid out their mats already. But at least he understands why now everyone wants to be so close to the mirrors; hell he wouldn't mind watching Yunho bend over either.
Changmin shakes the thoughts from his mind. Inner peace, he tells himself, fucking inner peace. Changmin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, laying his pink mat down as he spreads his feet until they're shoulder width apart; he's honestly just not that flexible.
The class finishes stretching after a few more minutes and Yunho walks back up to the front to face everyone, leading them through the most basic poses to slightly harder ones. He closes his eyes and enjoys; back home, he's had to do a lot of hard training to earn his spot as Jaejoong's personal bodyguard. He's definitely more than flexible and being paid to show people how bendy he is is such a perk.
"Downward facing dog," he says soothingly, "raise your hips and...breathe." Yunho watches as everyone in the room exhales, his eyes drawn naturally to Changmin. Smiling to himself, Yunho gets up and walks around, complimenting, correcting, slowly making his way back to Changmin.
"You're doing very well for your first time at yoga," he whispers, eyes skimming over a perfectly rounded ass before going lower to meet Changmin's eyes upside down. "Kind of stiff, right?"
Yunho casually reaches over and places his hands on Changmin's hips, lifting a little more. "Straighten your legs as far as you can. Good, that's good."
Changmin pants and nods, tensing a little when Yunho's hands settle over his hips. His footing slips as he forgets to breathe, falling to the floor with an embarrassingly loud thump. Changmin turns red when everyone automatically looks at him. He coughs into his hand and fidgets with his hair, a nervous habit he's had for years now. He knows this is one of the easiest poses in yoga and he wasn't even doing that poorly before Yunho had come over. Changmin's an FBI agent after all and he works out regularly; he's just not used to having men touching him, especially not hot men.
He scrambles up and waves Yunho off, getting back into position as he takes a couple of deep breaths. "I'm just not very bendy," he tells Yunho lamely.
"Don't worry about it," Yunho whispers with a big smile, placing one hand on Changmin's abdomen and the other on Changmin's lower back. He lifts until Changmin straightens his legs some more before letting go with a small inward sigh, bending down to show Changmin his smile. "We'll work on it together, okay?"
He doesn't expand on what he means before walking away again, cheering inwardly as he resumes his position in front of the class.
"Alright everyone, five more minutes of whatever stretch you'd like, and feel free to call me over for any help!" There's immediately a flurry of activity and Yunho goes over to help each person one by one, his gaze fluttering back to Changmin's form every three seconds or so. He hopes Changmin comes back for the next lesson.
Changmin's having difficulty holding any pose for more than a minute actually, realizing that it's much harder to stay in one place and just breath than it is for him to do fifty push ups. He stands with a huff and fans his own face, it's getting hotter and hotter by the minute. He looks around, totally lost, trying to figure out a simple pose he can do. He finds someone sitting on the floor with their legs crossed, eyes closed and hands held in front with their palms touching. He can do that.
Changmin settles onto the floor, closing his eyes as well and takes in a deep, deep breath. Inner peace, he reminds himself, inner peace and Yunho's long legs. Inner peace and Yunho's extremely long friend. Inner peace and- Changmin blinks his eyes open, falling backwards with a yelp when he finds Yunho, inner peace no where close.
Yunho blinks and reaches forward to help Changmin back into a sitting position, smiling at the pink blush on Changmin's cheeks. "Everything going okay?"
Changmin curses inwardly at the bad timing and nods. "I was just, um, just sitting here and trying to find my inner peace," he tells the other man slowly, trying to sound as calm as possible. "I'm not very experienced when it comes to yoga. Somehow doing a push up seems so much easier than just sitting here and breathing. I'm not a very patient person."
"No?" Yunho asks, tilting his head curiously, "but you've already been here for an hour and a half, haven't you? And I haven't seen you give up even once or heard you complain which is more than I can say for a lot of people. I think you're very patient, Changmin. Give yourself more credit."
He claps his hands and dismisses the class, telling them all that he'll see them on Friday at the same time. With a smile, Yunho turns back to Changmin, offering a hand to pull Changmin up.
"Are you busy on Friday, Changmin? If you have time, come to yoga again. And if you have time after that...would you like to go out for some coffee?" He blushes hard at being so straightforward but hey, when on Earth, do as the humans do. It's not like Yunho's really got anything to lose. What's the worst that could happen?
Changmin blinks in response to Yunho's offer, gathering the mat and rolling it up, holding it awkwardly in his arms. It's not like he's got much of a choice, really. Yoochun had signed him up for a few months worth of lessons and if he's going to be stuck in New York City on a mission, he might as well be stuck with a hot and handsome man.
"Sure," he replies, a little wary about the coffee part, "I'll be here next lesson. I work in the city so it's not too hard for me to come in for lessons." Changmin gives Yunho another look, relying on his gut and years of experience to try and determine if the instructor is a stalker or rapist of some kind. "Coffee sounds good too," he finally says with a nod, admittedly thinking much more with his dick than with his brains or gut.
Changmin hands the mat back with a small smile and gestures down to his leggings, "I'll get these washed and return them next week Yunho-sshi," he replies, "I'll see you then. Thank you for the lesson."
"You're welcome," Yunho says with a small shrug, taking the mat back, "and just Yunho, okay? I'll see you next week, Changmin."
He waves until Changmin disappears out the door, wondering if the other man realizes he's going to be walking around downtown Manhattan in spandex leggings. Oh well, this just means that Changmin's making the world a better place by showing off those long legs and that hefty bulge. Yunho blushes at the thought and quickly runs to change, packing his stuff up to go home.
He finally understands what Jaejoong means by assimilate. The root word of assimilate is ass! Therefore, Jaejoong must've sent him here to find himself a partner! What a lovely, lovely best friend.
Yunho's pretty sure that he's already found the man he wants to get to know better. And if he has anything to do with it, Changmin's going to be doing a lot more sweating and panting and bending and groaning that has nothing to do with yoga and everything to do with assimilating.
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apocryphalic + loveclouds
yunho/changmin
pg-13
fbi!changmin meets alien!yunho, his yoga instructor. commence bending, finding inner peace, and discovering love that's out of this world.
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Yunho's a morning guy, always has been, but being woken up by a shrieking, pinching Jaejoong is never fun and it does not start his day off with sunshine and lollipops. Instead, it gives him a bruise and a sour mood right off the bat. If Jaejoong weren't the great King of their planet, Yunho would hit him. But then, Yunho hits him anyway, unhappy that the moons are still out and that it's rather dark outside.
"I'm sending you off, best friend," Jaejoong says like this is some sort of honor.
"...To where?"
"Earth."
"...Why?" Yunho narrows his eyes a little, squinting at Jaejoong with distrust. "I thought you already sent Heechul-hyung and all his Super Juniors."
Jaejoong pouts and his lips twist, but somehow, his pretty face remains pretty. "I did! And they didn't come back! Heechul keeps reporting back through his compact-com that it's all gorgeous and beautiful and there's no assimilation being done!"
Yunho scratches the back of his head. "But if you send me, who'll watch after you?" He sighs, though, knowing that it's a lost argument; what Jaejoong wants, Jaejoong always gets.
"I'm a grown man and the King of our great planet, do you really think I need to be watched every second of the day?" Jaejoong replies, glaring pointedly at him in case Yunho's missed the hint that it's a rhetorical question.
"I just meant that as your bodyguard, if I left you alone, you'd be without someone to protect you against threats from our neighbors," Yunho says, rather patient for someone who's just been woken up. He doesn't add that once he leaves, Jaejoong would be left to his own devices and that instead of worrying about the King, he worries more about the planet.
Jaejoong waves his hand at Yunho, dismissing his friend's explanation, "There's other guards. Besides, you're the one I trust the most Yunho. I want you to go down to Earth and assimilate, assimilate like I've told Heechul and his Super Juniors to do for so long now."
Yunho nods slowly as he stretches in his bed, blinking a little at his best friend. He thinks he knows why Heechul-hyung hasn't assimilated like Jaejoong wants, just like he knows that he's not going to assimilate like Jaejoong wants either. It's probably because neither of them knows what Jaejoong even means by assimilate and he wonders if his King knows either.
It's not as if Yunho gets a choice about whether he will go or not. Jaejoong tells him to pack light, walking over to the closet where he finds a suitcase, opening it up to help Yunho pack. He tells Yunho that it's summer down on Earth, warm and hazy weather with humid conditions. Yunho knows that Jaejoong probably got someone to research that for him because neither he nor the older man would know what summer is exactly. Their planet is farther from the Sun than the planet Earth is, and the weather here is almost always cool, not hot enough for tank tops but not cold enough to warrant jackets either.
"Be safe! Assimilate!" Jaejoong calls, wiping away an invisible tear as he kicks Yunho out of his own house, dramatically waving a white hanky around in the air. "And don't lose your compact-com! I swear, you misplace everything! And don't get found out! And don't take candy from strang-"
"Bye Jaejoong!" Yunho hollers, rolling his eyes.
He runs back home after getting the spacecar warmed up to grab his intergalactic cellphone. Hey, at least he remembered he forgot it.
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Changmin, for lack of better words, is not amused.
He understands perfectly fine that he's assigned to the top top top top top secret division of the FBI that deals with the Paranormal and Things Out There. Actually, there's a better name for it, but Yoochun's called it that since forever and the name's stuck. However, Changmin doesn't know how he feels about being dispatched to Manhattan to apprehend an alien and his spacecraft on a mission that could last anywhere from a week to ten years. He feels like cattle. Very well paid cattle.
"Will you stop complaining like a lobster just crawled into your butt!" Yoochun pleads over the phone with a scowl. Even if he's the division head, nobody really wants to piss Shim Changmin off. He's reputed to have quite the happy little trigger finger and he'll use it if you piss him off. After he crushes your soul with harsh words, of course. "How're you supposed to catch that damn alien if he and everyone around you feels like you're about to shoot them?"
"Shut up, Yoochun."
"You know what, you know what," Yoochun asks with a sigh, "I think you need to chill out. Like...find some peace, Changmin-ah. You're so angry."
"All you've given me is a blurry photo of something that looks like a shooting star and the only so-called 'proof' any of us have of this alien's existence is that some questionable people in downtown Manhattan had reported 'strange noises.' Yoochun. This is New York. It's all strange noises."
"I personally recommend yoga to soothe your soul. You know, deep breaths, long stretches, some new knowledge of yourself and inner peace!"
"There's no alien here! Let me go home!"
"I'll sign you up for yoga lessons starting next week."
"We're not even having the same conversation right now."
"You're welcome."
Changmin hangs up on Yoochun with a string of curses that New Yorkers would be proud of, wishing that he had an older modeled cell phone so he could at least hang up with a more satisfying sound. He glares angrily at his phone, hoping that Yoochun will somehow feel it in headquarters and fall on his ass or down a flight of stairs; he's really not too picky. Changmin looks around and stares, stuck in a one-bedroom apartment in Hell's Kitchen somewhere, with a loud neighbor next door who just can't stop having sex. He knows that the FBI can afford better, much better, and yet here he is because Yoochun had decided that he should be incognito and lay low, just like a normal college student.
Changmin's also pretty sure that it isn't Yoochun's idea for him to do yoga and find inner peace because the therapist at the agency had told him the same thing. He honestly doesn't see the problem with having a gun on him 24/7; he's an agent in the FBI, top top top secret agent and he's staying vigilant like Yoochun had told him to from the beginning. So he shoots when he should ask questions and so he aims for the limbs to hurt and not the head to kill, and Changmin thinks all in all that he's a damn good agent. After all, he's the only one with the most cases solved and he's only been in the agency for a year. Not too shabby for a twenty-one year old agent recruited fresh out of high school. Work is work though and it pays, it really pays.
That's how he finds himself a week later in front of a yoga school that looks more like a dance studio, large empty spaces and mirrors everywhere. He's already hating the place, not exactly the kind that enjoys staring at himself for long hours at a time. He stays in the back, feeling out of place in his jeans and t-shirt, stuck in a lavender scented room full of women in tight leggings and sport bras.
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Things that were salvaged from the crash: himself and the compact-com.
Yunho sighs as he gets into his tank top and tight, tight leggings, happily admiring himself in the mirror for a minute before heading out. Sure he hadn't landed the spacecar very well but who cares? He had survived and the compact-com had survived and those two things are the only things he really needs.
He strolls out to the yoga classroom and greets his students, glad to see that the room's already full in just a week. Word of the super bendy yoga instructor has already spread around and Yunho's not complaining about all the pretty ladies making eyes at him as they bend over and show him how stretchy they are. He's grinning like an idiot when his eyes catch sight of a new student sitting in the very back of the room, no yoga mat, no spandex, just a scowl on his gorgeous face and what looks like a twitching finger.
"Okay class, free time!" Yunho says with a big smile, disappearing to the back to grab a nice, pink mat for his new student. He sure doesn't get a lot of guys in this class. And certainly not gorgeous hotties with drool-worthy bodies.
Whistling happily to himself, Yunho reappears and walks to the young man, extending the mat and a hand for a shake.
Changmin's more than surprised to find that his yoga class is taught by a man, scowling because he knew telling Yoochun he's not interested in just women would come back to bite him in the ass. He tries to stay as far from the other women as possible, finding it near impossible because they keep gravitating towards him like hungry cats would to a can of food. He's got half a mind to leave, slowly inching his way towards the door when he's stopped by a smiley young man holding a very pink mat.
He's handed the mat and a hand, shaking it automatically before he introduces himself, "Shim Changmin, and you must be the instructor," he says, trying covertly to look over the older man's very slender and lithe body, cough a little when he catches sight of a very, very impressive friend he'd love to meet sometime soon.
Changmin swallows and blinks a few times, repeating to himself he's on a mission to find an alien, probably with more than one head and ugly tentacles, one that preferably doesn't spew out venom like the last one did. "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm dressed properly to do any...stretching," he says, looking down at his own jeans, "These aren't the most flexible clothes."
"That's okay!" Yunho replies, leaning in closer than he knows humans like to inspect Changmin's face. So good looking. "I have an extra pair of leggings in the back if you want them."
Changmin leans away from the other man, way too close for his comfort. He coughs once, letting go of his instructor's hand to scratch at the back of his head. "Tight ones?" he asks, looking at the older man's constricting spandex before he shakes his head, "I'm not sure I'd fit them," he says lamely.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Yunho exclaims, already turning around, motioning for Changmin to follow, "You're such a skinny thing. They'll fit you just fine."
He grabs a hold of the other man by the wrist and starts dragging him along to the back, secretly gleeful that someone so attractive is going to be taking his class from now on. His experience on Earth so far has taught Yunho two things: everything's basically the same as it is on his home planet, and the people are much more willing to sleep around as soon as there's any attraction or alcohol involved. But he's not going to get Changmin drunk, no. That would be too much, too fast. Yunho's a romantic at heart.
"Here you go," he says with a smile, pulling out a nice, black pair of spandex leggings for Changmin to wear. Yunho can already imagine how long those legs would look in these leggings and it makes him squirm a little. "Just tell me if you need any help stretching, okay?" he offers with a big smile, leaning in too close again. "And smile! Everyone could use more happiness in their lives."
Changmin shoots his instructor a suspicious look; no one should ever be so happy all the time. He sniffs a little, wondering if that's pot he smells because it'd definitely explain a lot of things, such as why the other man is smiling so widely and why he'd be so happy in such tight leggings.
"Sorry, what's your name again?" he asks, eyes narrowed just a little as he reaches for the leggings, "I don't think I caught it the first time."
He holds the black cloth in his hands, stretching it out a little and wonders already if tights is a must in the class. "Are we obligated to wear leggings in every class? Can I just wear track pants instead?"
Yunho pouts but shakes his head. "Jung Yunho," he says with a small sigh, "and no, you don't have to wear leggings if you don't want to. I'm just going to tell you now though that I take my job very seriously and I'm going to yoga you until you can't yoga anymore. So there will be lots of sweating and panting and bending and groaning so no complaining about how you're sweating too much and your track pants don't absorb it or how they get in the way of some of my specially created stretches, understood?" He almost frowns at Changmin before smiling again, putting his bag away back into a locker. "Don't worry so much, Changmin. This class is here so you can get more flexible and find some new inner peace. You can wear whatever you'd like, alright?"
He sighs and gestures back to the room, walking with Changmin, sneakily checking the other man out. It's rare that anyone's actually taller than him but Changmin's got maybe an inch and a half more in height. Yunho smiles secretly to himself and adjusts his tights, glad for once that he's got something to show off down south.
Changmin walks self-consciously and stops halfway, gesturing to the changing room and walks off to change, grunting and mumbling about how hard his life is the entire while. As soon as class is over, he's calling Yoochun and asking for a raise or at least a beer. The leggings are definitely uncomfortable, bunching and way too tight in areas he prefers for there to be more room. He stretches a little himself, blinking as he tries hard to readjust the stretchy fabric so it's not so obvious he's kind of attracted to the hot instructor.
He swallows and splashes some cold water on his face, mumbling even more as he tries to conjure up an image of an alien. He walks back out to find everyone still stretching and his instructor in the corner helping some woman out. Changmin finds a corner himself, a little far away from the front because everyone had laid out their mats already. But at least he understands why now everyone wants to be so close to the mirrors; hell he wouldn't mind watching Yunho bend over either.
Changmin shakes the thoughts from his mind. Inner peace, he tells himself, fucking inner peace. Changmin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, laying his pink mat down as he spreads his feet until they're shoulder width apart; he's honestly just not that flexible.
The class finishes stretching after a few more minutes and Yunho walks back up to the front to face everyone, leading them through the most basic poses to slightly harder ones. He closes his eyes and enjoys; back home, he's had to do a lot of hard training to earn his spot as Jaejoong's personal bodyguard. He's definitely more than flexible and being paid to show people how bendy he is is such a perk.
"Downward facing dog," he says soothingly, "raise your hips and...breathe." Yunho watches as everyone in the room exhales, his eyes drawn naturally to Changmin. Smiling to himself, Yunho gets up and walks around, complimenting, correcting, slowly making his way back to Changmin.
"You're doing very well for your first time at yoga," he whispers, eyes skimming over a perfectly rounded ass before going lower to meet Changmin's eyes upside down. "Kind of stiff, right?"
Yunho casually reaches over and places his hands on Changmin's hips, lifting a little more. "Straighten your legs as far as you can. Good, that's good."
Changmin pants and nods, tensing a little when Yunho's hands settle over his hips. His footing slips as he forgets to breathe, falling to the floor with an embarrassingly loud thump. Changmin turns red when everyone automatically looks at him. He coughs into his hand and fidgets with his hair, a nervous habit he's had for years now. He knows this is one of the easiest poses in yoga and he wasn't even doing that poorly before Yunho had come over. Changmin's an FBI agent after all and he works out regularly; he's just not used to having men touching him, especially not hot men.
He scrambles up and waves Yunho off, getting back into position as he takes a couple of deep breaths. "I'm just not very bendy," he tells Yunho lamely.
"Don't worry about it," Yunho whispers with a big smile, placing one hand on Changmin's abdomen and the other on Changmin's lower back. He lifts until Changmin straightens his legs some more before letting go with a small inward sigh, bending down to show Changmin his smile. "We'll work on it together, okay?"
He doesn't expand on what he means before walking away again, cheering inwardly as he resumes his position in front of the class.
"Alright everyone, five more minutes of whatever stretch you'd like, and feel free to call me over for any help!" There's immediately a flurry of activity and Yunho goes over to help each person one by one, his gaze fluttering back to Changmin's form every three seconds or so. He hopes Changmin comes back for the next lesson.
Changmin's having difficulty holding any pose for more than a minute actually, realizing that it's much harder to stay in one place and just breath than it is for him to do fifty push ups. He stands with a huff and fans his own face, it's getting hotter and hotter by the minute. He looks around, totally lost, trying to figure out a simple pose he can do. He finds someone sitting on the floor with their legs crossed, eyes closed and hands held in front with their palms touching. He can do that.
Changmin settles onto the floor, closing his eyes as well and takes in a deep, deep breath. Inner peace, he reminds himself, inner peace and Yunho's long legs. Inner peace and Yunho's extremely long friend. Inner peace and- Changmin blinks his eyes open, falling backwards with a yelp when he finds Yunho, inner peace no where close.
Yunho blinks and reaches forward to help Changmin back into a sitting position, smiling at the pink blush on Changmin's cheeks. "Everything going okay?"
Changmin curses inwardly at the bad timing and nods. "I was just, um, just sitting here and trying to find my inner peace," he tells the other man slowly, trying to sound as calm as possible. "I'm not very experienced when it comes to yoga. Somehow doing a push up seems so much easier than just sitting here and breathing. I'm not a very patient person."
"No?" Yunho asks, tilting his head curiously, "but you've already been here for an hour and a half, haven't you? And I haven't seen you give up even once or heard you complain which is more than I can say for a lot of people. I think you're very patient, Changmin. Give yourself more credit."
He claps his hands and dismisses the class, telling them all that he'll see them on Friday at the same time. With a smile, Yunho turns back to Changmin, offering a hand to pull Changmin up.
"Are you busy on Friday, Changmin? If you have time, come to yoga again. And if you have time after that...would you like to go out for some coffee?" He blushes hard at being so straightforward but hey, when on Earth, do as the humans do. It's not like Yunho's really got anything to lose. What's the worst that could happen?
Changmin blinks in response to Yunho's offer, gathering the mat and rolling it up, holding it awkwardly in his arms. It's not like he's got much of a choice, really. Yoochun had signed him up for a few months worth of lessons and if he's going to be stuck in New York City on a mission, he might as well be stuck with a hot and handsome man.
"Sure," he replies, a little wary about the coffee part, "I'll be here next lesson. I work in the city so it's not too hard for me to come in for lessons." Changmin gives Yunho another look, relying on his gut and years of experience to try and determine if the instructor is a stalker or rapist of some kind. "Coffee sounds good too," he finally says with a nod, admittedly thinking much more with his dick than with his brains or gut.
Changmin hands the mat back with a small smile and gestures down to his leggings, "I'll get these washed and return them next week Yunho-sshi," he replies, "I'll see you then. Thank you for the lesson."
"You're welcome," Yunho says with a small shrug, taking the mat back, "and just Yunho, okay? I'll see you next week, Changmin."
He waves until Changmin disappears out the door, wondering if the other man realizes he's going to be walking around downtown Manhattan in spandex leggings. Oh well, this just means that Changmin's making the world a better place by showing off those long legs and that hefty bulge. Yunho blushes at the thought and quickly runs to change, packing his stuff up to go home.
He finally understands what Jaejoong means by assimilate. The root word of assimilate is ass! Therefore, Jaejoong must've sent him here to find himself a partner! What a lovely, lovely best friend.
Yunho's pretty sure that he's already found the man he wants to get to know better. And if he has anything to do with it, Changmin's going to be doing a lot more sweating and panting and bending and groaning that has nothing to do with yoga and everything to do with assimilating.
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