changmin on: making (bad) speeches
changmin on: making (bad) speeches
yunho/changmin
pg-13
changmin makes a speech.
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“You just need to pretend that no one’s there,” Yunho advises, sucking grapes out of their skins as he presumably gives Changmin what he deems to be good advice, “people used to tell me to imagine everyone in their underwear, but you know what? That doesn’t really help. A lot of people are fat.”
Changmin looks up at Yunho above the rim of his glasses. “I’m nervous, not incompetent.”
“We’ll see when you get on stage,” Yunho concludes, then walks over to kiss Changmin on the mouth if only because he knows Changmin hates how sour grape aftertaste is.
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Changmin doesn’t understand why he needs to be making a speech on success. He’s doing pretty well for himself as SM’s only model that isn’t somewhat of a laughing stock; he has long limbs and big eyes and that certain je ne sais quoi about that awkward air he carries with him, and even the professionals he works with tend to compliment him on his natural awkward grace. But still, why him? There are more...relevant people out there.
They’ve all grown out of that idol phase, settling into a familiar pattern that somehow feels like middle-age. He’s too young to believe that but maybe his spirit isn’t.
Changmin’s slated to make a big speech to the entirety of SM’s prospective cash cows (he calls them hoobaes in public) this coming Friday, after all. Don’t only middle-aged people make speeches about success?
He practices and practices, years of his parents’ rigid schoolteacher ways ingrained in him. Practice makes perfect, that’s all. It’s simple. He will not fuck this up. He will be calm, he will be flowing water on stage, he will be one with the universe and all that is within it, he will-
“Ohhh, you’re so nervous,” Jaejoong clucks, hovering about and poking him for no reason. “You’re doing that zen thing again, aren’t you? And then you’re going to fuck up and wish for global destruction.”
“Why did I not smother you in your sleep when I had all those chances these last few years?” Changmin asks without looking up.
“Dunno, you must’ve been too busy getting fucked in the-”
Jaejoong doesn’t get to finish, shrieking with laughter as he runs out of Changmin’s bedroom to hide behind the couch. Yunho peers over the back with hesitant amusement. “Are you tempting fate again?” he asks, casting a glance at the bedroom, “he invited you over to help.”
“I am helping!” Jaejoong huffs. “He needs to calm down and let go. You know he’ll fuck up on stage. He gets stage fright when he’s by himself.”
“Yeah, I know,” Yunho replies, looking into his hands where he’s folding an origami heart, “I’m hoping sex will make it better.”
“TMI.” Jaejoong claps Yunho on the back. “But good plan, his dick usually leads him to good places.”
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“If you believe in it, you can have all the success in the world,” Changmin mutters to himself, standing backstage in their shitty but very big and echoey auditorium, growing sweaty as he hears chatter from what sounds like a thousand people outside. He’s performed in front of millions in any number of countries but that was always with someone at his side. At first the band, and then Yunho, but always someone he could lean on for support.
Oh goddammit, why didn’t they just ask Yunho to do this?
“I see sex didn’t make things better,” Yoochun blows into his ear.
Changmin sighs. “Does Jaejoong have a birth defect when it comes to keeping secrets?”
“Wasn’t a secret,” Junsu assures, patting Changmin gently on the arm, “Yunho ran it by us before you guys got it on.”
“For fuck’s sake, we’re all grown adults,” Changmin mutters in exasperation, “oh god, shut up, okay, if you believe in it, you can have all the-”
“If you repeat it too many times, you’ll fuck up,” Yoochun harps, “you don’t want to do that.”
“Changmin-sshi, you’re on,” a staff member whispers. Then he gives an odd look at the ragtag group of men standing around Changmin. These are the gods of the east? They’re so...well...an internet acronym would seem to suit them best.
“Good luck!” Yunho cheers, running up to Changminto give a quick peck on the cheek. “I went to buy cheesecake to celebrate afterward. You can do it, hwaiting!”
“Put down your fucking pompoms and close your vagina,” Jaejoong hisses, and that’s when Changmin leaves, repeating the opening line to himself.
It’ll be like taking a test! The beginning anticipation is the worst; once he gets the first problem out of the way, the rest of it will fly by. That’s it, he just has to get the beginning over with and then he’ll calm down. No worries about the hot lights or how he’ll look when he starts to sweat a waterfall in the thick suit he’s wearing. It’s all good.
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“If you believe in it, you can have all the sex in the world.”
“Oh wow,” Jaejoong whistles backstage. “Freudian slip?”
“Oh, fuck,” Yunho mutters.
Jaejoong grins and rocks back on his heels, arms crossed smugly in front of his chest. “That makes two!”
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lol idk. i love writing changmin, especially in little snapshots. ♥
yunho/changmin
pg-13
changmin makes a speech.
---
“You just need to pretend that no one’s there,” Yunho advises, sucking grapes out of their skins as he presumably gives Changmin what he deems to be good advice, “people used to tell me to imagine everyone in their underwear, but you know what? That doesn’t really help. A lot of people are fat.”
Changmin looks up at Yunho above the rim of his glasses. “I’m nervous, not incompetent.”
“We’ll see when you get on stage,” Yunho concludes, then walks over to kiss Changmin on the mouth if only because he knows Changmin hates how sour grape aftertaste is.
---
Changmin doesn’t understand why he needs to be making a speech on success. He’s doing pretty well for himself as SM’s only model that isn’t somewhat of a laughing stock; he has long limbs and big eyes and that certain je ne sais quoi about that awkward air he carries with him, and even the professionals he works with tend to compliment him on his natural awkward grace. But still, why him? There are more...relevant people out there.
They’ve all grown out of that idol phase, settling into a familiar pattern that somehow feels like middle-age. He’s too young to believe that but maybe his spirit isn’t.
Changmin’s slated to make a big speech to the entirety of SM’s prospective cash cows (he calls them hoobaes in public) this coming Friday, after all. Don’t only middle-aged people make speeches about success?
He practices and practices, years of his parents’ rigid schoolteacher ways ingrained in him. Practice makes perfect, that’s all. It’s simple. He will not fuck this up. He will be calm, he will be flowing water on stage, he will be one with the universe and all that is within it, he will-
“Ohhh, you’re so nervous,” Jaejoong clucks, hovering about and poking him for no reason. “You’re doing that zen thing again, aren’t you? And then you’re going to fuck up and wish for global destruction.”
“Why did I not smother you in your sleep when I had all those chances these last few years?” Changmin asks without looking up.
“Dunno, you must’ve been too busy getting fucked in the-”
Jaejoong doesn’t get to finish, shrieking with laughter as he runs out of Changmin’s bedroom to hide behind the couch. Yunho peers over the back with hesitant amusement. “Are you tempting fate again?” he asks, casting a glance at the bedroom, “he invited you over to help.”
“I am helping!” Jaejoong huffs. “He needs to calm down and let go. You know he’ll fuck up on stage. He gets stage fright when he’s by himself.”
“Yeah, I know,” Yunho replies, looking into his hands where he’s folding an origami heart, “I’m hoping sex will make it better.”
“TMI.” Jaejoong claps Yunho on the back. “But good plan, his dick usually leads him to good places.”
---
“If you believe in it, you can have all the success in the world,” Changmin mutters to himself, standing backstage in their shitty but very big and echoey auditorium, growing sweaty as he hears chatter from what sounds like a thousand people outside. He’s performed in front of millions in any number of countries but that was always with someone at his side. At first the band, and then Yunho, but always someone he could lean on for support.
Oh goddammit, why didn’t they just ask Yunho to do this?
“I see sex didn’t make things better,” Yoochun blows into his ear.
Changmin sighs. “Does Jaejoong have a birth defect when it comes to keeping secrets?”
“Wasn’t a secret,” Junsu assures, patting Changmin gently on the arm, “Yunho ran it by us before you guys got it on.”
“For fuck’s sake, we’re all grown adults,” Changmin mutters in exasperation, “oh god, shut up, okay, if you believe in it, you can have all the-”
“If you repeat it too many times, you’ll fuck up,” Yoochun harps, “you don’t want to do that.”
“Changmin-sshi, you’re on,” a staff member whispers. Then he gives an odd look at the ragtag group of men standing around Changmin. These are the gods of the east? They’re so...well...an internet acronym would seem to suit them best.
“Good luck!” Yunho cheers, running up to Changminto give a quick peck on the cheek. “I went to buy cheesecake to celebrate afterward. You can do it, hwaiting!”
“Put down your fucking pompoms and close your vagina,” Jaejoong hisses, and that’s when Changmin leaves, repeating the opening line to himself.
It’ll be like taking a test! The beginning anticipation is the worst; once he gets the first problem out of the way, the rest of it will fly by. That’s it, he just has to get the beginning over with and then he’ll calm down. No worries about the hot lights or how he’ll look when he starts to sweat a waterfall in the thick suit he’s wearing. It’s all good.
---
“If you believe in it, you can have all the sex in the world.”
“Oh wow,” Jaejoong whistles backstage. “Freudian slip?”
“Oh, fuck,” Yunho mutters.
Jaejoong grins and rocks back on his heels, arms crossed smugly in front of his chest. “That makes two!”
---
lol idk. i love writing changmin, especially in little snapshots. ♥