us college kids (1/1)
us college kids (college au, r) by holdmetightx
yunho/changmin (junsu/hyukjae), 6,981 words.
i’m back with more fail, just bear in mind that i nearly completely deleted this halfway through writing it. also, thank you for the amazing response on my jaechun fic (‘:
warnings: sex, more fail yoochun and general ridiculousness like everything i write.
“You could at least pretend that you’re helping.” Changmin huffs as he mounts the second staircase, trying to keep the pile of boxes stacked in his arms balanced by resting his chin on top of them.
“I am!” Jaejoong insists indignantly as they reach the third floor and he holds open the door, “I’m official door opener and cheerleader.”
“Cheerleader?” Changmin snorts, shuffling down the hall towards his new dorm room and suddenly he wishes he hadn’t asked when Jaejoong breaks into a new-dorm-room chant, moves and everything. “Please, just get out.”
“Lucky for you, Little Shim, my shift at the bar starts now,” Jaejoong grins and opens the dorm room door for Changmin.
“Thank you, God.” Changmin says to the ceiling and Jaejoong punches his arm, kisses him wet and sloppy on the cheek and leaves.
After 7 trips up and down the stairs (after little help from Jaejoong) Changmin’s belongings are finally all in the dorm, albeit not in the right place and everything still in boxes and suitcases. It’s only when Changmin starts going through his boxes and finds a very, very pink and flowery Wonder Girls poster buried amongst his CD’s that he meets his roommate.
“Nice poster,” he hears from behind him and he turns around, poster still held open in his hands.
“Evil best friend,” Changmin says with a glare at the poster, before throwing it back in the box and looking up to see, he guesses, his roommate pulling a box into the room, “you’re Yunho right?”
“Yes...” Yunho answers and Changmin smiles at how suspicious he sounds.
“I face-planted into one of your boxes a second ago,” Changmin explains and briefly waves a hand at one of the boxes on the floor labelled Yunho, “it’s hard not to know your name after falling straight into it.”
“Oh, I see,” Yunho nods with a smile and a laugh, starting to pull open the box he’d just dragged in, “I’m just going to pretend I already know your name to make this less awkward.”
“Changmin.” He prompts, trying not to laugh as Yunho struggles with the box.
“Totally knew that already.” Yunho sing-songs and Changmin likes him already.
-
“You know,” Changmin says, crossing his legs as he sits on the edge of his bed, contemplating whether to actually do any unpacking, and Yunho pulls out a stuffed Bambi toy from his suitcase, “I wouldn’t have expected you to like Disney.”
“Why?”
“Because you seem quite sane on the outside.” Changmin knows they’ve only just met but he can’t help teasing and he hopes he hasn’t just ruined the chances of having a nice roommate. He’s reassured when Yunho just laughs heartily, throwing the toy at him.
“And you looked like a polite little college student.” Yunho snorts, continuing to unpack.
“Ah, never judge a book by its cover.”
-
Jaejoong’s completely ridiculous, over the top and has a tendency to call Changmin ‘Little Shim’ despite the fact Changmin’s much, much taller than him. But it’s all those things that make Jaejoong his best friend.
And the most annoying man on the planet, but that’s beside the point.
“How’s the roommate?” Jaejoong asks as soon as he picks up and Changmin can hear him shuffling around through the phone. It’s two days later and Changmin’s been too busy unpacking, decorating and getting to know Yunho to talk to Jaejoong properly.
“Awesome, he’s studying dance and Japanese. He came from the country so there aren’t many people here that he knows, we’re already pretty close. It’s good.”
“Why do you sound so upset by all this?” Jaejoong questions with a laugh and Changmin checks to see if Yunho isn’t secretly hiding in the bathroom.
“I’m not, I swear.” Changmin says and it’s so unconvincing he doesn’t even believe it himself.
“What’s really the problem?”
“Nothing!” And then after a beat, “...He’s really fucking hot and nice. And hot.” Changmin pouts even though Jaejoong can’t see him, and buries his head in his newly sheeted bed.
“My baby’s all grown up,” Jaejoong sniffs and there’s the sound of the oven timer going off in the background, “I’ll ring you later, dinner time!” Yunho takes that moment to walk into the dorm.
“No, don’t ever ring me, my roommate might pick up and sing you ’A Whole New World’.” Changmin says, deliberately loud enough for Yunho to hear and to signal to Jaejoong that Yunho’s back. There’s a brief silence before a pillow flies straight into his face.
Between trying to get Yunho away with his foot and also trying to protect his CD’s from their war he thinks that maybe this year is going to be okay.
-
Changmin meets Yoochun in his first music theory class of the year and it’s mostly because the only free seats in the class are either on Yoochun’s right or left.
“Hey, is this seat free?” Changmin tries, hoisting the strap to his bag further up his shoulder.
“Yeah, dude, sit,” Yoochun grins, waving a hand in invitation, “no-one will sit next to the freaky American kid anyway.” Changmin gives him a scrutinizing look.
“...You don’t look American and your Korean’s pretty perfect.” He says with a lilt of his eyebrow.
“I know,” Yoochun pulls a completely pained look, “I’m just using it as an excuse for me being a loser with no friends.” Changmin laughs, loud and real, wondering when it got so easy for him to make friends.
“Changmin.” Changmin offers as a response, holding out a hand.
“Yoochun.” He grins back, shaking Changmin’s outstretched hand.
During class Changmin finds out that Yoochun swears like a sailor, has some ridiculous artsy-swept-over-half-bowl hair cut and takes pride in the fact he cuffs up the bottom of his plaid trousers. He’s introducing him to Jaejoong as soon as he can.
They talk about music and why they took it as their major, Yoochun offering that music’s “chicken soup for the soul,” and all Changmin can do is raise his eyebrow saying,
“... That’s deep, man.” And try not to scoff.
-
Apart from Jaejoong being the deciding factor to choosing this college, there was also Junsu. Changmin met Junsu through Jaejoong and now that Changmin lives in the area it’s been decided that he has to go to the bar every Friday and see them.
“Min,” Junsu grins as soon as Changmin goes up to their table, Yoochun behind him, “meet my slave, Hyukjae.” The comment earns Junsu a punch to the side of the head.
“I’ve already met Hyukjae, you do this every time.” Changmin snorts and shuffles into the booth, sitting down next to Jaejoong. He notices that the group has got significantly bigger since the last time he’d visited and he recognizes the few new faces from classes and on Campus.
“And it doesn’t get any funnier.” Hyukjae growls, even as Junsu entwines their fingers. Yoochun raises his eyebrow at them.
“Yeah, I don’t get it either,” Changmin whispers out of the side of his, “oh, guys this is Yoochun... Yoochun this is guys.” Changmin introduces vaguely before Jaejoong pushes a finger into his side, making him yelp and turn toward him. Jaejoong doesn’t say anything, just lifts a suggestive eyebrow. “He’s straight.” Changmin deadpans, guessing the eyebrow is about Yoochun.
“I love a challenge.” Jaejoong says with a smirk, rubbing his hands together and casting a look behind Changmin to Yoochun. Changmin sighs.
-
When Changmin enters the university cafeteria for the first time, the last thing he expects to see is Yoochun standing behind the counter clad in a hair net and apron.
“Don’t even.” Yoochun bites out as the corner of Changmin’s lip starts to upturn into a smirk.
“What?” Changmin grins, sickly sweet and subtly reaches into his pocket, “I haven’t said anything.”
“Look, it pays for the bills and if I have to look like a complete and utter douche bag then so be it.” Yoochun defends, reaching up to tuck some more of his hair in the hair net.
“No, no. I get it, seriously.” Changmin nods all sincere and honest until Yoochun looks away and he snaps a picture of him with his phone. He’s already half way across the cafeteria, cackling, when Yoochun leaps across the counter, brandishing a ladle.
“Shim Changmin, you’re fucking dead I swear.”
-
"What are you doing back?" Jaejoong asks as soon as he opens the door to reveal Changmin, hunched over and out of breath, "I thought you were having dinner on campus?"
"I was but... Uh, there were complications." Changmin says with a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of his head, "feed me, please."
"But I've already started cooking my dinner for one." Jaejoong nearly whines, a hand on his hip, leaning against the door and Changmin sighs, looking both ways down the hall to check there isn't an angry cafeteria aid with a ladle coming to get him.
"I have pictures of Yoochun in a hair net." Jaejoong immediately brightens.
"Well why didn't you say so? Come on in!"
-
“You whine too much,” Jaejoong sighs after Changmin waxes poetically about Yunho, “do you have classes tomorrow?”
“No, my only lecture got cancelled,” then after a beat he adds, “why?”
“Well, little Shim, it’s time to get you plastered.”
-
It takes a minute for Changmin to push the key into the lock and then another 3 to actually turn it and open the door, by this time he’s sprawled out in the hallway, too dizzy to stand. He crawls into the room on all fours, towards his bed and gets halfway there until he’s met by a pair of legs.
“You,” Changmin slurs, as he lifts his gaze up, “are a very tall man, Yunho.” And he flops onto his back, resting his head on Yunho’s feet.
“You’re taller than me.” Yunho says with a raised eyebrow, wriggling his toes under Changmin’s head.
“I am also a lot drunker than you.” Changmin retorts, lifting an arm to point at Yunho’s face and make grabby hands.
“C’mon Min, up you get.” He manoeuvres so he has an arm around Changmin to haul him up and because Changmin is nothing but annoying when he’s drunk, he becomes a dead weight against Yunho, draped across his side.
“I like you Yunho,” Changmin breathes out with his face pressed against Yunho’s cheek, “ho ho. Ho ho ho ho. Merry Chris-“ And promptly passes out.
-
Honestly, it feels like someone’s trying to kill him from the inside when Changmin wakes up the morning after. There’s a glass of water on his bedside table along with some aspirin and a smug looking Yunho.
“Morning.” Changmin croaks out, staring at the glass of water and willing it to fly into his hand.
“Afternoon,” Yunho corrects and Changmin groans, the happiness in Yunho’s face just makes his head pound more, “Jesus, how much did you drink?”
“Absolutely no idea,” Changmin manages, rolling over and reaching for the glass, “Jae just kept mixing me cocktails, you don’t understand how good they tasted,” his mouth waters from the thought of it, so he starts gulping down the drink, “doesn’t taste so good now, though.” He grimaces, the feeling in his tongue finally flooding back.
“Where I come from, we call you an idiot,” Yunho snorts, getting up from where he was sitting at his desk and moving over to Changmin sprawled across his bed, “sit up.”
“I think they call me that everywhere.” Changmin pouts and slowly sits up, too tired to even argue. With a hand on Changmin’s shoulder to keep him balanced, Yunho clambers onto the bed behind Changmin and sits with his back against the headboard, legs crossed.
“Okay, put your head in my lap,” Changmin turns around and raises an eyebrow, “just do it.” Groaning, Changmin falls haphazardly backwards and manages to pillow his head on Yunho’s crossed legs. Yunho’s fingers immediately come up to Changmin’s face, massaging his temples.
“Oh my God,” Changmin moans, “marry me and massage my temples forever, Yunho. Please. I swear I’ll be good to you, I’ll even pay you.” Yunho laughs bright but quiet, considerate to Changmin’s headache and his fingers keep rubbing.
“That makes me sound like a prostitute.”
“Fine, well at least let me replace Jae with you,” Changmin says and his eyes fall shut in bliss and Yunho moves to his scalp, “new best friend.”
With his eyes closed, he misses the way Yunho’s eyes look when he fakes out a laugh.
-
Changmin’s starting to think that his weird, completely inappropriate crush has dissolved until Yunho comes out of their tiny attached bathroom in nothing but a towel. Yunho’s hair is floppy wet, hanging in his eyes and there’s a light flush all over his body from the heat of the shower.
He wonders when his life turned into some increasingly bad TV drama.
-
“What can I get you?” Jaejoong says, wiping down a glass as Changmin falls into the bar stool and drops his head into his hands.
“An ugly, annoying, not-Yunho roommate, please.” Changmin mumbles into the back of his hand, shaking his head in dismay.
“Junsu’s already living with someone, sorry.”
-
“How was class?” Jaejoong calls from his bed as soon as he walks in, Changmin raises an eyebrow and throws his bag down onto the desk chair.
“How was breaking into my dorm room and spilling my books everywhere?” He retorts, flopping down on the bed in the space Jaejoong had made him.
“Absolutely fabulous,” Jaejoong grins and shifts more so Changmin can put his head on the pillow, “I also met a certain someone called Yunho.”
“Oh really?” Changmin says trying not to sound interested as he grabs his iPod out of his bag and hands Jaejoong an ear.
“I invited him to the bar tonight.” Jaejoong answers casually.
“You haven’t even invited me, yet!”
“You don’t need to be invited,” Jaejoong says with a punch to Changmin’s shoulder, “Anyway, he politely refused but I demand that you make him come, everyone’s going to be there and you already told me he doesn’t have many friends here.” Changmin doesn’t even reply, just grabs the pillow from under their heads and tries to smother Jaejoong with it.
“You’re too nice,” Changmin mutters as Jaejoong starts flailing, his leg coming up to try and push Changmin away, “I’m going to suffocate the nice out of you, it will make you a better person, I swear.” Jaejoong gives a muffled, choked breath and aims for Changmin’s kidneys.
-
“Please.” Changmin all but begs, dropping on his knees in front of Yunho and holding his hands up in the prayer position. He doesn’t think about how much of a compromising position this is.
“Why are you so set on me coming?” Yunho sighs, looking up from his book.
“Because I want you to meet my friends and have a good time,” Changmin reasons but can’t help but adding, “and I don’t want Jaejoong to kill me.”
“Jaejoong? The one that broke into the dorm?” Changmin nods solemnly, falling back on the floor and sitting crossed-legged instead, “that doesn’t really reassure me.”
“Please,” Changmin drags out once again, going back into the begging position and he adds a, “pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” for good measure. Yunho answers with a book thrown in Changmin’s direction and the sound of the shower turning on. Basking in victory, Changmin falls back onto the floor and waits for Yunho to get ready.
-
They make it to the bar with no trouble, until they arrive and Jaejoong grabs both of them in a crushing hug.
“You made it!” He grins with bright eyes and arms thrown out to the side, pulling them towards where they usually sit, “there’s still Kyuhyun to come, he’s held up doing something or other.”
“Very informative.” Changmin deadpans pushing Jaejoong away, letting Yunho slide into the booth first before he plops down next to him.
“Min!” Junsu grins as he comes back to the table, sitting down next to Hyukjae, “meet my slave, Hyukjae.”
“Still isn’t funny,” Hyukjae growls, slapping Junsu over the back of the head, “I hate my boyfriend.” He pouts at Changmin, who just reaches a hand over the table and pets his arm.
“We hate him too.” Changmin consoles and Junsu cries out, throwing a bar mat at Changmin and, thankfully, Kyuhyun arrives, breaking up the argument.
“This is Kyuhyun,” Changmin introduces him to Yunho as Kyuhyun filters into view, “he’s a French major.” They smile and shake hands over the table as Kyuhyun sits down on Jaejoong’s left and Yoochun’s already drunk enough to wave his beer glass at Kyuhyun.
“Bonjour!” He says in possibly the worst French accent Changmin has ever heard, “sap sari wah yoh!”
“Okay, that’s enough beer for you tonight, Chun.” Jaejoong says, pulling away the glass and patting Yoochun’s head.
“Sap sari wah yoh!” Yoochun repeats, flinging a hand out and spilling Jaejoong’s drink everywhere.
“What does that even mean?” Jaejoong fixes him with a glare and Yoochun doesn’t answer, just pulls a face and makes grabby hands at his beer. Jaejoong sighs.
“Thought you said you loved a challenge.” Changmin snorts from the other side of the table and Jaejoong fixes his glare on him instead.
“I said I loved a challenge, not that I loved the challenged. “
The night starts there and they spend it doubled-over laughing, watching Hyukjae and Junsu fight (which is completely deceiving because Changmin knows that Junsu will hold Hyukjae’s hand and kiss him under every street lamp on the way home.) and trying to stop Yoochun from drinking himself under the table. Changmin revels in the fact that Yunho fits right in.
Changmin won’t admit to glancing sidelong at each street lamp on the way home, won’t admit to the jealousy that maybe fills him when he see’s their entwined fingers.
-
“Carry me home, I’m so tired,” Changmin whines as they start across the park next to campus, “laughing at Yoochun is tiring.”
“No, we’re nearly back and you’re the one that dragged me out.” Yunho huffs and Changmin prepares to sacrifice all of his dignity.
“Please.” He drags out as a repeat of earlier and Yunho knows he’s pouting without even looking.
“I will if you never do that again.”
“Plea-” Yunho throws him over his shoulder and runs the rest of the way back to the dorms, laughing breathless into the night air.
-
Yunho coming to the bar with Changmin becomes a regular occurrence and Yunho joining his circle of friends probably makes him way too happy for his own good. It’s probably after the fifth time, Changmin and Yunho don’t have lectures in the morning so they drink and drink until they have to stumble home clinging onto each other laughing, that Changmin wakes up to the sound of pounding against his window.
He wakes up slow and unwillingly, pulling the pillow from over his head to glare at the window, where he does not expect to see snow covering it. The almighty hangover is forgotten by sheer child-like instinct and he throws off the cover, racing over to open the window.
“Finally!” Yunho shouts from below as Changmin leans out the window, “Jaejoong’s snowball collection is nearly complete and he said he’d come wake you up with them when he’s done collecting, you better get down here.” Changmin grins down at the courtyard, which is completely covered in snow, and watches his friends devour it recklessly; Yoochun running away past Yunho from a screaming, snow covered Heechul.
“Yeah! Come down here Little Shim so I can kick your ass.” Jaejoong screams from beside him and a snow ball narrowly misses Changmin’s face, exploding on the window as Changmin quickly pulls it closed.
He’s clad in 5 jumpers when he makes it downstairs and is met with Yunho, Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun all standing in a row in the courtyard, waiting for him with several snow balls each. They’re all wearing matching grins when he steps out onto the field.
“So unfair.” Changmin flails helplessly, making a run for it, dodging two snowballs and getting smacked right in the face with one.
“When will you ever learn?” Yunho says with an all too bright smile and a shake of his head. Before Changmin can retaliate, Junsu tackles Yunho from behind sending them flying and Changmin cackles, grabbing a pile of snow off the floor and running off in the general direction of Jaejoong.
He’s crouched behind a low wall with Kyuhyun (who’s giving a running commentary, complete with snarky comments that have Changmin trying to stifle his laughter) hiding from death-by-Jaejoong when he wonders what he did in life to be allowed to feel this happy.
-
Changmin’s curled up in semi-dry clothes, after the snowball fight, when Yunho starts to pull him off the bed.
“C’mon, get up. My parents sent me some money; we’re going to go buy a sofa.” Yunho says and Changmin lets out a muffled groan into his pillow, struggling against Yunho’s grip.
“Shh, I’m quietly defrosting, leave me be.” He grabs onto the headboard to keep him on the bed and Yunho sighs, letting go.
“But when we come back you can quietly defrost on our new sofa.”
“...Sounds promising, tell me more.” Changmin answers even though he knows he’s already going to say yes because he’s sick of sitting on the floor.
“We can stop by my uncle’s house on the way back and borrow his heater, he never uses it.” Changmin thinks about how cold the dorm room is right now and the prospect of an actual heater makes his toes curl in warmth.
“Lead the way!”
-
“I owe you a lot,” Changmin all but purrs as he sprawls out on his back along their new sofa after the delivery guys had hauled it up the ridiculous amount of steps, “you’re so good to me.”
“Are you saying that to the sofa or me?” Yunho snorts, watching Changmin with his arms crossed.
“Once you feel how heavenly the sofa is compared to the floor, you’ll understand my reasoning,” Changmin says with his eyes closed, reaching out a fumbling hand to grab Yunho and pull him down, “see?”
“Well, no not really seeing as I’m more on top of you than the sofa.” Changmin cracks an eye open, his heart jumping into his throat when he realizes how close Yunho really is.
“Huh.” Changmin breathes out, his hand coming up from his side to run down Yunho’s cheek, his tongue wetting his lips. It’s when Yunho starts to lean, lips parted and eyes half-lidded that Changmin realizes what he’s doing and turns his head, too afraid and in denial to let this happen. Yunho tenses.
“You can’t lead me on like this,” Yunho whispers and the lack of emotion makes Changmin wince, “make up your fucking mind,” he pushes off Changmin roughly, fumbling for the jacket thrown over his bed and leaves the dorm with a heartbreakingly neutral, “fuck you.”
Changmin mentally kicks himself, figuring everything can’t stay perfect for long and he obviously has to be the one to ruin it.
-
It’s ridiculous how they can completely ignore each other even though they live in the same living space. Yunho doesn’t come back until late at night and by that time Changmin’s curled up in bed, in the dark pretending to sleep. Changmin finds himself tongue-tied whenever he tries to approach Yunho, he finds his palms clammy and his heart bursts every time. When the words don’t come out he just turns away and flees.
-
Changmin’s hunched over The New Anthology of Music, cramming everything he can into his brain when an envelope is thrust under his nose.
“You’re coming to see me dance.” Yunho says simply and Changmin wonders when the hell he came into the room.
“What?” He takes the envelope and turns it over in his hands.
“Tonight, I have a show,” He deadpans, “I’ve already bought tickets so don’t think you’re getting out of it.”
“I... Okay, thanks.” Changmin manages, opening the envelope to reveal 4 tickets.
He pretends not to notice the way Yunho hesitates on the way out.
-
“You’re an absolute fucking idiot; even I know that’s hot.” Yoochun says from the end of the row as the spotlight goes up to reveal Yunho posed in the middle of the stage clad in nothing but a waistcoat, fedora and dress pants. Changmin groans.
“Agreed, complete and utter dumb ass.” Junsu offers from next to Yoochun as Yunho starts dancing, hip thrusts and everything. Jaejoong pinches Changmin’s wrists as Yunho starts body popping, his waistcoat being flung off in the process and Changmin can hear the entire row he’s on gulp loudly.
“Seriously, why are we friends with you?” Jaejoong whispers and Changmin whimpers into his hands.
-
Fumbling over himself, Changmin pushes backstage, running a hand through his hair and he tries so hard not to trip over his own feet. He spots Yunho by the fire escape, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed and he presses through the crowd to get to him.
“I’m an asshole.” Changmin breathes out as soon as he gets in reach of Yunho and he wrings his hands together.
“Yeah, you are.” Yunho states simply, a smirk far from playful on his face and Changmin gulps. Yunho starts to look expectant, wanting Changmin to say more. Honestly, Changmin has nothing else and so much more to say and he looks at Yunho hopefully, his hand aching to cup Yunho’s jaw and just finally, finally kiss him. Yunho sighs, pushes off the wall and shakes his head. “Don’t think it’s going to be that easy.” He says before brushing past Changmin and disappearing into the crowd.
Fuck, Changmin thinks, fuck fuck fuck.
-
’im an idiot ):’
Changmin texts Jaejoong when he’s sure Yunho’s asleep. He's hidden under his covers, trying not to suffocate himself.
’yes, yes u r. y is it so hard for u to realize u like him?’
’maybe im not good enough for him’
‘let him make that decision, not u’
‘...stop being such a good best friend’
‘^^ <3~’
-
“Okay, ” Changmin flails helplessly as he tries to get everyone’s attention, “I need help. Tell me what to do for Yunho.”
“Strip tease.” Yoochun says, waggling his eyebrows and narrowly avoids a punch from Changmin.
“Buy him a puppy.” Junsu offers and Hyukjae casts a glare at him.
“Just because you want a puppy doesn’t mean everyone does.” Hyukjae whispers through the side of his mouth.
“Well then you don’t have to buy everyone a puppy, just get me one.”
“You guys are not helping at all.” Changmin bites out and leaves a beat before he flails some more.
“He’s studying Japanese, right?” Jaejoong asks, sipping his sickly multi-coloured cocktail and Changmin nods in response, “well then it’s easy, you have that music recital next week, sing him a song in Japanese.
“This,” Changmin exclaims jumping out of his seat and grabbing Jaejoong’s face, “this is why you’re my best friend.” He plants a kiss on his cheek before rushing out of the bar in a flurry.
-
He spends a day searching for the perfect song and one that actually has translations, spends another day getting the pronunciation exactly right, 4 more days of dragging Yoochun to the music practice rooms and singing until his throat feels raw and then the last day hiding under his bed, freaking out and ignoring the calls from Jaejoong.
He doesn’t think about his racing heart and why he couldn’t figure out what an asshole he was earlier.
-
Yunho’s watching a movie on his laptop when Changmin fumbles through the door.
“You’re coming to se--hear me sing.” Changmin says simply, repeating what Yunho had said before and Yunho looks slightly dazed.
“What?” He takes the envelope Changmin’s holding out and scrutinizes it
“Tonight, I have a show,” He deadpans, “I’ve already bought tickets so don’t think you’re getting out of it.” Yunho doesn’t reply, just nods slowly and it makes Changmin tense up. He trips over to the door and falls through it.
-
Somehow he doesn’t throw up and the performance goes well. He actually manages to sing a line to Yunho before he has to look away and close his eyes, curling his tongue around the words.
Yunho’s nowhere to be seen after; no matter how many times Changmin scans the crowd. He gives Yoochun a small, sad smile before leaving, dragging his feet as he makes his way back to the dorm, shoulders slumped.
When he gets back, he doesn’t expect to see Yunho sitting neatly on the edge of his bed, staring at him. Changmin closes the door as quietly as he can; ducking his head and leaning back against it.
“Hey.” he manages and Yunho stays silent.
“I’m deciding whether I should kiss you or not.” Yunho says after the longest silence of Changmin’s life and the sparkle is back in his eyes. Changmin knows everything’s okay, knows that he isn’t treading on thin ice anymore. “Anything else you got to convince me with?” Seeing as tonight has been completely and utterly cheesy, Changmin decides to add to it.
“I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue.” He guesses that’s the decided factor because Yunho pushes himself up from the bed and pushes Changmin against the door, sliding their mouths together.
They somehow end up horizontal, Changmin straddling Yunho’s hips and grinding down, pushing his tongue into Yunho’s mouth.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a romantic,” Yunho breathes out with a laugh as Changmin starts on his neck, sucking over his pulse, “I would’ve just been happy with you just telling me, you know.”
“Well you tell me that now.” Changmin glares but Yunho laughs, his eyes scrunching up and Changmin feels his heart swell.
Their shirts get flung somewhere on the floor, Changmin kissing down the exposed skin and circling his nipple with his tongue. Yunho whimpers and Changmin presses a smile to his skin.
“You just invited me to your dance show to torture me, didn’t you?” Changmin groans out as Yunho pushes their trousers down, palming Changmin through his underwear.
“Maybe, well,” Yunho breathes out and rolls his hips, “it was Jaejoong’s idea.” Before Changmin can start ranting Yunho rids them both of their underwear, lining up and curling his hand around both of their cocks, stroking.
Changmin swears he’s going to kill Jaejoong later, but for now he just pushes back into Yunho’s strokes and kisses him breathless.
-
In the morning Yunho jokes about Changmin’s Japanese and Changmin tries not to blush, just pulls the cover over his head so Yunho can’t see him.
“Jaejoong told me why you ran, by the way,” Yunho says to the lump of duvet curled against his chest and it rustles, “if anything I’m the one not good enough for you.” It earns him a finger digging into his side and he yelps, trying to pull the covers off of Changmin’s head.
“I’m not good with this mushy stuff,” Changmin sighs, emerging from the cover, “so I’m going to just kiss you and we can pretend that I never sang for you.”
Yunho doesn’t mention the fact he has the whole performance saved on his phone.
-
Changmin’s not the touchiest person but he lets Yunho hold his hand in public, lets him come up behind him and slide a hand around his waist, lets him call him ridiculous pet names, lets him catch him after class and kiss him soft and slow, lets him draw hearts around their names on the whiteboard attached to the door and lets him crawl into his bed in the middle of the night and curl up around him.
And although he won’t admit it, he secretly enjoys every moment.
-
“Your happiness makes me sick,” Jaejoong states even though he’s smiling back at Changmin’s beam.
“It makes me sick too, hyung.”
“Oh god, you’re calling me hyung,” he dramatizes grabbing Junsu’s hand, “seriously, what has this Yunho boy done to our Little Shim?”
“I think... I think he’s made him a better person.” Junsu stares with wide-eyes from Changmin’s side.
“If you both shut the fuck up I won’t punch you.” Changmin says brightly, still beaming.
“And he’s back. It’s okay, guys, it’s okay!” Jaejoong announces loudly to the whole bar, Junsu clapping just as loud and Changmin buries his head in his hands and tries to disappear.
-
“Stop staring at me.” Changmin growls as he tries to finish an English essay and push Yunho off his bed with only his feet at the same time.
“You look hot in glasses.” Yunho says simply from the floor, chin rested on his fist and Changmin snorts.
“Stop trying to seduce me.” Changmin glares at the computer screen, not bothering to look up at Yunho.
“I’m not trying,” Yunho retaliates, resting his cheek on Changmin’s knee and trailing a finger up his thigh, “it’s working.”
“You,” Changmin points a finger at Yunho and shuts his laptop, “shut up.” He stands up on the bed to place the laptop on the shelf above. Yunho grabs his ankles, pulling his feet from under him so he falls down and bounces on the bed, crying out indignantly. With a loud laugh he pulls Changmin further down the bed by his ankles and crawls up onto the bed and in between Changmin’s open legs, running a hand over his cheek.
“Hi.” Yunho breathes with his eyes curved, lip between his teeth.
“Hi.” Changmin mocks, but he still presses his cheek into Yunho’s palm and slides a hand between their chests, letting it rest palm flat over his breast bone.
“You’re gorgeous.” Yunho whispers against his cheek and Changmin blushes, still not completely used to Yunho’s outright affection.
“I try.” Changmin grins and kisses Yunho’s laughing mouth, a hand in his hair and his legs coming up to wrap around Yunho’s waist to pull him closer.
It’s all downhill from there, Yunho losing his shirt in a second and Changmin gripping onto Yunho’s wrist as his hand cups Changmin’s cheek. Yunho presses as close as he can, tilting his head to get the right angle and opening his mouth against Changmin’s, running his tongue along the crease of his lips. Opening his mouth obligingly, Changmin whimpers at the first swipe of their tongues, hand clenched in Yunho’s shirt and his heel rubbing along the back of Yunho’s leg.
“Do you have any classes later?” Yunho asks when they pull apart, Changmin’s chest heaving and his hand goes up to curl around the back of Yunho’s neck. Changmin shakes his head.
“Do you have a condom?” Changmin breathes onto Yunho’s check, dragging his lips down to his jaw, Yunho tenses.
“What?”
“Do you,” Changmin draws out, pulling at Yunho’s bottom lip, “have a condom?” Yunho flails and stutters and Changmin laughs, pushing him up and toward the bathroom.
Changmin’s somehow lost all of his clothes in the time it takes Yunho to fumble around in the bathroom to grab the necessities and he has to take a moment to drink in the image and steady himself against the door frame.
When Changmin’s hand slides down his own stomach, grazing over his hipbone and wrapping around himself, Yunho all but launches for the bed, stripping off his jeans in the process.
“Eager, are we?” Changmin snorts as Yunho crawls back in between his legs, dropping the condom and lube on the nightstand and he presses kisses to Changmin’s neck.
“Yeah, yeah,” with a growl against Changmin’s collarbone, “shut up.” Changmin can only laugh and pull Yunho up, kissing him hard and hooking his thumbs into Yunho’s underwear, dragging them down.
The first roll of Yunho’s hips elicits a moan from Changmin and he follows the roll, wrapping his legs around Yunho’s waist once again.
He manages to flip them over, Yunho pliant and panting under him and he starts to descend, the trail he makes is accompanied by kisses and licks to the exposed skin. Biting at the jut of Yunho’s hip, Changmin noses along it and wraps his fingers loosely around Yunho’s length.
“Min.” Yunho sighs, a hand coming down to thread through his hair as Changmin breathes over the head of Yunho’s cock and takes it into his mouth.
He slacks his jaw and swirls his tongue, taking Yunho in straight away, keeping his hand wrapped around the part he can’t take in. Groaning, Yunho presses his hips back into the mattress to stop them from snapping up as Changmin hums around him.
“Min, fuck,” Yunho grits and tugs at Changmin’s hair, forcing him up, “need to kiss you.” Smirking, Changmin obliges, falling on his side next to Yunho and pressing their lips together with a crooked finger under Yunho’s jaw.
Once again taking charge, Yunho straddles Changmin’s waist and licks his own taste out of Changmin’s mouth, rocking against him. Changmin whimpers and groans, barely notices that Yunho’s hand leaves its place cupping Changmin’s hip to reach for the lube.
He pulls back, sitting back on his haunches to slick a finger up, still rolling down into Changmin. With a moan, Changmin arches up off the bed when the friction gets too much and Yunho starts getting too slow.
“I really want to flip us over so I don’t have to wait for you to stop being so slow but we’ll end up on the floor.” Changmin huffs and Yunho’s hand trails down, a finger circling his hole but it still doesn’t push in.
“Kinky.” Yunho says with a waggle of his eyebrows before he finally pushes through the tight ring, distracting Changmin with a bite to his collarbone. Changmin’s snark flies out the window when Yunho’s tongue curls around his nipple, teeth tugging and the finger inside of him curling as another one joins it.
The stretch is nearly unbearable, but Changmin forces his legs open wider and pulls Yunho down so he can distract himself with Yunho’s tongue and warm lips. It takes a while for Changmin to get used to the burn, it’s not his first time but it’s the first in a long time but Yunho kisses him soft and open mouthed, curling his fingers in just the right way.
“Yunho,” he breathes out, canting his hips as Yunho recoats his fingers and slides them back in, thrusting now instead of stretching out, “Yunho.” He manages again and starts to push him away, blearily reaching for the condom on the nightstand. Yunho gets the idea but still thrusts in once more, curling his fingers just to see the completely blown look on Changmin’s face that he’s maybe come to adore.
Stifling a moan, Changmin manages to get the condom open and pull Yunho closer, rolling it on. Sitting up he grabs the lube from where Yunho discarded it, pouring it into his hands and starting to coat Yunho, licking at the skin of Yunho’s chest as he lets out a moan.
Yunho grabs his wrists after he regains his composure, pushing him back onto the bed and pulls back up to let Changmin rest his legs over Yunho’s shoulders.
“Sure you’re ready?” Yunho whispers out and Changmin’s still composed enough to roll his eyes and grind his backside into Yunho’s erection, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Yunho manages, lining up and slowly pushing in, the heat making it hard not to thrust in fully straight away.
Changmin groans and hisses, legs tightening on Yunho’s shoulders and hands fisting the bed sheets tightly. Giving Changmin a moment to relax, Yunho folds forward as much as he can and meets Changmin half way in a kiss, sucking at his bottom lip and rolling his nipple between his fingers.
It’s a mess of quivering limbs and the sound of slapping skin from then on, Yunho nearly folding Changmin in half to get enough leverage. Changmin looses all coherency, muttering out curses and Yunho’s name and meeting Yunho’s thrusts, a hand reaching up to curl around his neck.
Whimpering, Yunho slides a hand between them, palm flat against Changmin’s stomach and the muscles tense and relax under his fingertips. Changmin presses his head back into the pillow, exposing the sweat-glistened column of his neck and pulls one of his legs off of Yunho’s shoulders and hooks it around his waist instead, drawing him closer.
“Shit,” Changmin drags out as Yunho angles his hips, hitting deep inside of him, “shit fuck fuck, Yunho.” Yunho lets out a breathy moan laced with a laugh, his hands shaking from the tight, overwhelming heat of Changmin surrounding him.
Yunho manages a ‘babe’ and a ‘Changmin’ and a mirroring ‘shit fuck fuck, so good’ before Changmin pulls him forward, makes Yunho settle over him and Changmin drags his blunt nails down Yunho’s back.
There’s a moment of just panting, Changmin pulling Yunho into sloppy, tongue-filled kisses before Yunho starts losing control and there’s the distinct warmth pooling in the bottom of his stomach and he grips Changmin’s hip harder, giving that as the only warning.
Yunho cums mouth pressed against Changmin’s cheek, muffling the moans falling out of his mouth, hips losing all timing. Changmin follows a second later, hand wrapped around himself with his back arched off the bed and into Yunho’s chest, Yunho panting soundlessly into his neck.
Yunho soothes him through the aftershocks and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, running his nose along Changmin’s and kissing him open mouthed and warm.
-
Yoochun laughs for a good half hour when it takes Changmin 10 minutes to find a comfortable position to sit in, in Music Theory the next morning.
first off: i'm so sorry yoochun. lmfaodsajiekioas. uh, it's finally done. one day i'll actually like something i write, just not today. sigh. comments are appreciated aaand yes. sorry if there are mistakes, feel free to point them out.
yunho/changmin (junsu/hyukjae), 6,981 words.
i’m back with more fail, just bear in mind that i nearly completely deleted this halfway through writing it. also, thank you for the amazing response on my jaechun fic (‘:
warnings: sex, more fail yoochun and general ridiculousness like everything i write.
“You could at least pretend that you’re helping.” Changmin huffs as he mounts the second staircase, trying to keep the pile of boxes stacked in his arms balanced by resting his chin on top of them.
“I am!” Jaejoong insists indignantly as they reach the third floor and he holds open the door, “I’m official door opener and cheerleader.”
“Cheerleader?” Changmin snorts, shuffling down the hall towards his new dorm room and suddenly he wishes he hadn’t asked when Jaejoong breaks into a new-dorm-room chant, moves and everything. “Please, just get out.”
“Lucky for you, Little Shim, my shift at the bar starts now,” Jaejoong grins and opens the dorm room door for Changmin.
“Thank you, God.” Changmin says to the ceiling and Jaejoong punches his arm, kisses him wet and sloppy on the cheek and leaves.
After 7 trips up and down the stairs (after little help from Jaejoong) Changmin’s belongings are finally all in the dorm, albeit not in the right place and everything still in boxes and suitcases. It’s only when Changmin starts going through his boxes and finds a very, very pink and flowery Wonder Girls poster buried amongst his CD’s that he meets his roommate.
“Nice poster,” he hears from behind him and he turns around, poster still held open in his hands.
“Evil best friend,” Changmin says with a glare at the poster, before throwing it back in the box and looking up to see, he guesses, his roommate pulling a box into the room, “you’re Yunho right?”
“Yes...” Yunho answers and Changmin smiles at how suspicious he sounds.
“I face-planted into one of your boxes a second ago,” Changmin explains and briefly waves a hand at one of the boxes on the floor labelled Yunho, “it’s hard not to know your name after falling straight into it.”
“Oh, I see,” Yunho nods with a smile and a laugh, starting to pull open the box he’d just dragged in, “I’m just going to pretend I already know your name to make this less awkward.”
“Changmin.” He prompts, trying not to laugh as Yunho struggles with the box.
“Totally knew that already.” Yunho sing-songs and Changmin likes him already.
-
“You know,” Changmin says, crossing his legs as he sits on the edge of his bed, contemplating whether to actually do any unpacking, and Yunho pulls out a stuffed Bambi toy from his suitcase, “I wouldn’t have expected you to like Disney.”
“Why?”
“Because you seem quite sane on the outside.” Changmin knows they’ve only just met but he can’t help teasing and he hopes he hasn’t just ruined the chances of having a nice roommate. He’s reassured when Yunho just laughs heartily, throwing the toy at him.
“And you looked like a polite little college student.” Yunho snorts, continuing to unpack.
“Ah, never judge a book by its cover.”
-
Jaejoong’s completely ridiculous, over the top and has a tendency to call Changmin ‘Little Shim’ despite the fact Changmin’s much, much taller than him. But it’s all those things that make Jaejoong his best friend.
And the most annoying man on the planet, but that’s beside the point.
“How’s the roommate?” Jaejoong asks as soon as he picks up and Changmin can hear him shuffling around through the phone. It’s two days later and Changmin’s been too busy unpacking, decorating and getting to know Yunho to talk to Jaejoong properly.
“Awesome, he’s studying dance and Japanese. He came from the country so there aren’t many people here that he knows, we’re already pretty close. It’s good.”
“Why do you sound so upset by all this?” Jaejoong questions with a laugh and Changmin checks to see if Yunho isn’t secretly hiding in the bathroom.
“I’m not, I swear.” Changmin says and it’s so unconvincing he doesn’t even believe it himself.
“What’s really the problem?”
“Nothing!” And then after a beat, “...He’s really fucking hot and nice. And hot.” Changmin pouts even though Jaejoong can’t see him, and buries his head in his newly sheeted bed.
“My baby’s all grown up,” Jaejoong sniffs and there’s the sound of the oven timer going off in the background, “I’ll ring you later, dinner time!” Yunho takes that moment to walk into the dorm.
“No, don’t ever ring me, my roommate might pick up and sing you ’A Whole New World’.” Changmin says, deliberately loud enough for Yunho to hear and to signal to Jaejoong that Yunho’s back. There’s a brief silence before a pillow flies straight into his face.
Between trying to get Yunho away with his foot and also trying to protect his CD’s from their war he thinks that maybe this year is going to be okay.
-
Changmin meets Yoochun in his first music theory class of the year and it’s mostly because the only free seats in the class are either on Yoochun’s right or left.
“Hey, is this seat free?” Changmin tries, hoisting the strap to his bag further up his shoulder.
“Yeah, dude, sit,” Yoochun grins, waving a hand in invitation, “no-one will sit next to the freaky American kid anyway.” Changmin gives him a scrutinizing look.
“...You don’t look American and your Korean’s pretty perfect.” He says with a lilt of his eyebrow.
“I know,” Yoochun pulls a completely pained look, “I’m just using it as an excuse for me being a loser with no friends.” Changmin laughs, loud and real, wondering when it got so easy for him to make friends.
“Changmin.” Changmin offers as a response, holding out a hand.
“Yoochun.” He grins back, shaking Changmin’s outstretched hand.
During class Changmin finds out that Yoochun swears like a sailor, has some ridiculous artsy-swept-over-half-bowl hair cut and takes pride in the fact he cuffs up the bottom of his plaid trousers. He’s introducing him to Jaejoong as soon as he can.
They talk about music and why they took it as their major, Yoochun offering that music’s “chicken soup for the soul,” and all Changmin can do is raise his eyebrow saying,
“... That’s deep, man.” And try not to scoff.
-
Apart from Jaejoong being the deciding factor to choosing this college, there was also Junsu. Changmin met Junsu through Jaejoong and now that Changmin lives in the area it’s been decided that he has to go to the bar every Friday and see them.
“Min,” Junsu grins as soon as Changmin goes up to their table, Yoochun behind him, “meet my slave, Hyukjae.” The comment earns Junsu a punch to the side of the head.
“I’ve already met Hyukjae, you do this every time.” Changmin snorts and shuffles into the booth, sitting down next to Jaejoong. He notices that the group has got significantly bigger since the last time he’d visited and he recognizes the few new faces from classes and on Campus.
“And it doesn’t get any funnier.” Hyukjae growls, even as Junsu entwines their fingers. Yoochun raises his eyebrow at them.
“Yeah, I don’t get it either,” Changmin whispers out of the side of his, “oh, guys this is Yoochun... Yoochun this is guys.” Changmin introduces vaguely before Jaejoong pushes a finger into his side, making him yelp and turn toward him. Jaejoong doesn’t say anything, just lifts a suggestive eyebrow. “He’s straight.” Changmin deadpans, guessing the eyebrow is about Yoochun.
“I love a challenge.” Jaejoong says with a smirk, rubbing his hands together and casting a look behind Changmin to Yoochun. Changmin sighs.
-
When Changmin enters the university cafeteria for the first time, the last thing he expects to see is Yoochun standing behind the counter clad in a hair net and apron.
“Don’t even.” Yoochun bites out as the corner of Changmin’s lip starts to upturn into a smirk.
“What?” Changmin grins, sickly sweet and subtly reaches into his pocket, “I haven’t said anything.”
“Look, it pays for the bills and if I have to look like a complete and utter douche bag then so be it.” Yoochun defends, reaching up to tuck some more of his hair in the hair net.
“No, no. I get it, seriously.” Changmin nods all sincere and honest until Yoochun looks away and he snaps a picture of him with his phone. He’s already half way across the cafeteria, cackling, when Yoochun leaps across the counter, brandishing a ladle.
“Shim Changmin, you’re fucking dead I swear.”
-
"What are you doing back?" Jaejoong asks as soon as he opens the door to reveal Changmin, hunched over and out of breath, "I thought you were having dinner on campus?"
"I was but... Uh, there were complications." Changmin says with a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of his head, "feed me, please."
"But I've already started cooking my dinner for one." Jaejoong nearly whines, a hand on his hip, leaning against the door and Changmin sighs, looking both ways down the hall to check there isn't an angry cafeteria aid with a ladle coming to get him.
"I have pictures of Yoochun in a hair net." Jaejoong immediately brightens.
"Well why didn't you say so? Come on in!"
-
“You whine too much,” Jaejoong sighs after Changmin waxes poetically about Yunho, “do you have classes tomorrow?”
“No, my only lecture got cancelled,” then after a beat he adds, “why?”
“Well, little Shim, it’s time to get you plastered.”
-
It takes a minute for Changmin to push the key into the lock and then another 3 to actually turn it and open the door, by this time he’s sprawled out in the hallway, too dizzy to stand. He crawls into the room on all fours, towards his bed and gets halfway there until he’s met by a pair of legs.
“You,” Changmin slurs, as he lifts his gaze up, “are a very tall man, Yunho.” And he flops onto his back, resting his head on Yunho’s feet.
“You’re taller than me.” Yunho says with a raised eyebrow, wriggling his toes under Changmin’s head.
“I am also a lot drunker than you.” Changmin retorts, lifting an arm to point at Yunho’s face and make grabby hands.
“C’mon Min, up you get.” He manoeuvres so he has an arm around Changmin to haul him up and because Changmin is nothing but annoying when he’s drunk, he becomes a dead weight against Yunho, draped across his side.
“I like you Yunho,” Changmin breathes out with his face pressed against Yunho’s cheek, “ho ho. Ho ho ho ho. Merry Chris-“ And promptly passes out.
-
Honestly, it feels like someone’s trying to kill him from the inside when Changmin wakes up the morning after. There’s a glass of water on his bedside table along with some aspirin and a smug looking Yunho.
“Morning.” Changmin croaks out, staring at the glass of water and willing it to fly into his hand.
“Afternoon,” Yunho corrects and Changmin groans, the happiness in Yunho’s face just makes his head pound more, “Jesus, how much did you drink?”
“Absolutely no idea,” Changmin manages, rolling over and reaching for the glass, “Jae just kept mixing me cocktails, you don’t understand how good they tasted,” his mouth waters from the thought of it, so he starts gulping down the drink, “doesn’t taste so good now, though.” He grimaces, the feeling in his tongue finally flooding back.
“Where I come from, we call you an idiot,” Yunho snorts, getting up from where he was sitting at his desk and moving over to Changmin sprawled across his bed, “sit up.”
“I think they call me that everywhere.” Changmin pouts and slowly sits up, too tired to even argue. With a hand on Changmin’s shoulder to keep him balanced, Yunho clambers onto the bed behind Changmin and sits with his back against the headboard, legs crossed.
“Okay, put your head in my lap,” Changmin turns around and raises an eyebrow, “just do it.” Groaning, Changmin falls haphazardly backwards and manages to pillow his head on Yunho’s crossed legs. Yunho’s fingers immediately come up to Changmin’s face, massaging his temples.
“Oh my God,” Changmin moans, “marry me and massage my temples forever, Yunho. Please. I swear I’ll be good to you, I’ll even pay you.” Yunho laughs bright but quiet, considerate to Changmin’s headache and his fingers keep rubbing.
“That makes me sound like a prostitute.”
“Fine, well at least let me replace Jae with you,” Changmin says and his eyes fall shut in bliss and Yunho moves to his scalp, “new best friend.”
With his eyes closed, he misses the way Yunho’s eyes look when he fakes out a laugh.
-
Changmin’s starting to think that his weird, completely inappropriate crush has dissolved until Yunho comes out of their tiny attached bathroom in nothing but a towel. Yunho’s hair is floppy wet, hanging in his eyes and there’s a light flush all over his body from the heat of the shower.
He wonders when his life turned into some increasingly bad TV drama.
-
“What can I get you?” Jaejoong says, wiping down a glass as Changmin falls into the bar stool and drops his head into his hands.
“An ugly, annoying, not-Yunho roommate, please.” Changmin mumbles into the back of his hand, shaking his head in dismay.
“Junsu’s already living with someone, sorry.”
-
“How was class?” Jaejoong calls from his bed as soon as he walks in, Changmin raises an eyebrow and throws his bag down onto the desk chair.
“How was breaking into my dorm room and spilling my books everywhere?” He retorts, flopping down on the bed in the space Jaejoong had made him.
“Absolutely fabulous,” Jaejoong grins and shifts more so Changmin can put his head on the pillow, “I also met a certain someone called Yunho.”
“Oh really?” Changmin says trying not to sound interested as he grabs his iPod out of his bag and hands Jaejoong an ear.
“I invited him to the bar tonight.” Jaejoong answers casually.
“You haven’t even invited me, yet!”
“You don’t need to be invited,” Jaejoong says with a punch to Changmin’s shoulder, “Anyway, he politely refused but I demand that you make him come, everyone’s going to be there and you already told me he doesn’t have many friends here.” Changmin doesn’t even reply, just grabs the pillow from under their heads and tries to smother Jaejoong with it.
“You’re too nice,” Changmin mutters as Jaejoong starts flailing, his leg coming up to try and push Changmin away, “I’m going to suffocate the nice out of you, it will make you a better person, I swear.” Jaejoong gives a muffled, choked breath and aims for Changmin’s kidneys.
-
“Please.” Changmin all but begs, dropping on his knees in front of Yunho and holding his hands up in the prayer position. He doesn’t think about how much of a compromising position this is.
“Why are you so set on me coming?” Yunho sighs, looking up from his book.
“Because I want you to meet my friends and have a good time,” Changmin reasons but can’t help but adding, “and I don’t want Jaejoong to kill me.”
“Jaejoong? The one that broke into the dorm?” Changmin nods solemnly, falling back on the floor and sitting crossed-legged instead, “that doesn’t really reassure me.”
“Please,” Changmin drags out once again, going back into the begging position and he adds a, “pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” for good measure. Yunho answers with a book thrown in Changmin’s direction and the sound of the shower turning on. Basking in victory, Changmin falls back onto the floor and waits for Yunho to get ready.
-
They make it to the bar with no trouble, until they arrive and Jaejoong grabs both of them in a crushing hug.
“You made it!” He grins with bright eyes and arms thrown out to the side, pulling them towards where they usually sit, “there’s still Kyuhyun to come, he’s held up doing something or other.”
“Very informative.” Changmin deadpans pushing Jaejoong away, letting Yunho slide into the booth first before he plops down next to him.
“Min!” Junsu grins as he comes back to the table, sitting down next to Hyukjae, “meet my slave, Hyukjae.”
“Still isn’t funny,” Hyukjae growls, slapping Junsu over the back of the head, “I hate my boyfriend.” He pouts at Changmin, who just reaches a hand over the table and pets his arm.
“We hate him too.” Changmin consoles and Junsu cries out, throwing a bar mat at Changmin and, thankfully, Kyuhyun arrives, breaking up the argument.
“This is Kyuhyun,” Changmin introduces him to Yunho as Kyuhyun filters into view, “he’s a French major.” They smile and shake hands over the table as Kyuhyun sits down on Jaejoong’s left and Yoochun’s already drunk enough to wave his beer glass at Kyuhyun.
“Bonjour!” He says in possibly the worst French accent Changmin has ever heard, “sap sari wah yoh!”
“Okay, that’s enough beer for you tonight, Chun.” Jaejoong says, pulling away the glass and patting Yoochun’s head.
“Sap sari wah yoh!” Yoochun repeats, flinging a hand out and spilling Jaejoong’s drink everywhere.
“What does that even mean?” Jaejoong fixes him with a glare and Yoochun doesn’t answer, just pulls a face and makes grabby hands at his beer. Jaejoong sighs.
“Thought you said you loved a challenge.” Changmin snorts from the other side of the table and Jaejoong fixes his glare on him instead.
“I said I loved a challenge, not that I loved the challenged. “
The night starts there and they spend it doubled-over laughing, watching Hyukjae and Junsu fight (which is completely deceiving because Changmin knows that Junsu will hold Hyukjae’s hand and kiss him under every street lamp on the way home.) and trying to stop Yoochun from drinking himself under the table. Changmin revels in the fact that Yunho fits right in.
Changmin won’t admit to glancing sidelong at each street lamp on the way home, won’t admit to the jealousy that maybe fills him when he see’s their entwined fingers.
-
“Carry me home, I’m so tired,” Changmin whines as they start across the park next to campus, “laughing at Yoochun is tiring.”
“No, we’re nearly back and you’re the one that dragged me out.” Yunho huffs and Changmin prepares to sacrifice all of his dignity.
“Please.” He drags out as a repeat of earlier and Yunho knows he’s pouting without even looking.
“I will if you never do that again.”
“Plea-” Yunho throws him over his shoulder and runs the rest of the way back to the dorms, laughing breathless into the night air.
-
Yunho coming to the bar with Changmin becomes a regular occurrence and Yunho joining his circle of friends probably makes him way too happy for his own good. It’s probably after the fifth time, Changmin and Yunho don’t have lectures in the morning so they drink and drink until they have to stumble home clinging onto each other laughing, that Changmin wakes up to the sound of pounding against his window.
He wakes up slow and unwillingly, pulling the pillow from over his head to glare at the window, where he does not expect to see snow covering it. The almighty hangover is forgotten by sheer child-like instinct and he throws off the cover, racing over to open the window.
“Finally!” Yunho shouts from below as Changmin leans out the window, “Jaejoong’s snowball collection is nearly complete and he said he’d come wake you up with them when he’s done collecting, you better get down here.” Changmin grins down at the courtyard, which is completely covered in snow, and watches his friends devour it recklessly; Yoochun running away past Yunho from a screaming, snow covered Heechul.
“Yeah! Come down here Little Shim so I can kick your ass.” Jaejoong screams from beside him and a snow ball narrowly misses Changmin’s face, exploding on the window as Changmin quickly pulls it closed.
He’s clad in 5 jumpers when he makes it downstairs and is met with Yunho, Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun all standing in a row in the courtyard, waiting for him with several snow balls each. They’re all wearing matching grins when he steps out onto the field.
“So unfair.” Changmin flails helplessly, making a run for it, dodging two snowballs and getting smacked right in the face with one.
“When will you ever learn?” Yunho says with an all too bright smile and a shake of his head. Before Changmin can retaliate, Junsu tackles Yunho from behind sending them flying and Changmin cackles, grabbing a pile of snow off the floor and running off in the general direction of Jaejoong.
He’s crouched behind a low wall with Kyuhyun (who’s giving a running commentary, complete with snarky comments that have Changmin trying to stifle his laughter) hiding from death-by-Jaejoong when he wonders what he did in life to be allowed to feel this happy.
-
Changmin’s curled up in semi-dry clothes, after the snowball fight, when Yunho starts to pull him off the bed.
“C’mon, get up. My parents sent me some money; we’re going to go buy a sofa.” Yunho says and Changmin lets out a muffled groan into his pillow, struggling against Yunho’s grip.
“Shh, I’m quietly defrosting, leave me be.” He grabs onto the headboard to keep him on the bed and Yunho sighs, letting go.
“But when we come back you can quietly defrost on our new sofa.”
“...Sounds promising, tell me more.” Changmin answers even though he knows he’s already going to say yes because he’s sick of sitting on the floor.
“We can stop by my uncle’s house on the way back and borrow his heater, he never uses it.” Changmin thinks about how cold the dorm room is right now and the prospect of an actual heater makes his toes curl in warmth.
“Lead the way!”
-
“I owe you a lot,” Changmin all but purrs as he sprawls out on his back along their new sofa after the delivery guys had hauled it up the ridiculous amount of steps, “you’re so good to me.”
“Are you saying that to the sofa or me?” Yunho snorts, watching Changmin with his arms crossed.
“Once you feel how heavenly the sofa is compared to the floor, you’ll understand my reasoning,” Changmin says with his eyes closed, reaching out a fumbling hand to grab Yunho and pull him down, “see?”
“Well, no not really seeing as I’m more on top of you than the sofa.” Changmin cracks an eye open, his heart jumping into his throat when he realizes how close Yunho really is.
“Huh.” Changmin breathes out, his hand coming up from his side to run down Yunho’s cheek, his tongue wetting his lips. It’s when Yunho starts to lean, lips parted and eyes half-lidded that Changmin realizes what he’s doing and turns his head, too afraid and in denial to let this happen. Yunho tenses.
“You can’t lead me on like this,” Yunho whispers and the lack of emotion makes Changmin wince, “make up your fucking mind,” he pushes off Changmin roughly, fumbling for the jacket thrown over his bed and leaves the dorm with a heartbreakingly neutral, “fuck you.”
Changmin mentally kicks himself, figuring everything can’t stay perfect for long and he obviously has to be the one to ruin it.
-
It’s ridiculous how they can completely ignore each other even though they live in the same living space. Yunho doesn’t come back until late at night and by that time Changmin’s curled up in bed, in the dark pretending to sleep. Changmin finds himself tongue-tied whenever he tries to approach Yunho, he finds his palms clammy and his heart bursts every time. When the words don’t come out he just turns away and flees.
-
Changmin’s hunched over The New Anthology of Music, cramming everything he can into his brain when an envelope is thrust under his nose.
“You’re coming to see me dance.” Yunho says simply and Changmin wonders when the hell he came into the room.
“What?” He takes the envelope and turns it over in his hands.
“Tonight, I have a show,” He deadpans, “I’ve already bought tickets so don’t think you’re getting out of it.”
“I... Okay, thanks.” Changmin manages, opening the envelope to reveal 4 tickets.
He pretends not to notice the way Yunho hesitates on the way out.
-
“You’re an absolute fucking idiot; even I know that’s hot.” Yoochun says from the end of the row as the spotlight goes up to reveal Yunho posed in the middle of the stage clad in nothing but a waistcoat, fedora and dress pants. Changmin groans.
“Agreed, complete and utter dumb ass.” Junsu offers from next to Yoochun as Yunho starts dancing, hip thrusts and everything. Jaejoong pinches Changmin’s wrists as Yunho starts body popping, his waistcoat being flung off in the process and Changmin can hear the entire row he’s on gulp loudly.
“Seriously, why are we friends with you?” Jaejoong whispers and Changmin whimpers into his hands.
-
Fumbling over himself, Changmin pushes backstage, running a hand through his hair and he tries so hard not to trip over his own feet. He spots Yunho by the fire escape, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed and he presses through the crowd to get to him.
“I’m an asshole.” Changmin breathes out as soon as he gets in reach of Yunho and he wrings his hands together.
“Yeah, you are.” Yunho states simply, a smirk far from playful on his face and Changmin gulps. Yunho starts to look expectant, wanting Changmin to say more. Honestly, Changmin has nothing else and so much more to say and he looks at Yunho hopefully, his hand aching to cup Yunho’s jaw and just finally, finally kiss him. Yunho sighs, pushes off the wall and shakes his head. “Don’t think it’s going to be that easy.” He says before brushing past Changmin and disappearing into the crowd.
Fuck, Changmin thinks, fuck fuck fuck.
-
’im an idiot ):’
Changmin texts Jaejoong when he’s sure Yunho’s asleep. He's hidden under his covers, trying not to suffocate himself.
’yes, yes u r. y is it so hard for u to realize u like him?’
’maybe im not good enough for him’
‘let him make that decision, not u’
‘...stop being such a good best friend’
‘^^ <3~’
-
“Okay, ” Changmin flails helplessly as he tries to get everyone’s attention, “I need help. Tell me what to do for Yunho.”
“Strip tease.” Yoochun says, waggling his eyebrows and narrowly avoids a punch from Changmin.
“Buy him a puppy.” Junsu offers and Hyukjae casts a glare at him.
“Just because you want a puppy doesn’t mean everyone does.” Hyukjae whispers through the side of his mouth.
“Well then you don’t have to buy everyone a puppy, just get me one.”
“You guys are not helping at all.” Changmin bites out and leaves a beat before he flails some more.
“He’s studying Japanese, right?” Jaejoong asks, sipping his sickly multi-coloured cocktail and Changmin nods in response, “well then it’s easy, you have that music recital next week, sing him a song in Japanese.
“This,” Changmin exclaims jumping out of his seat and grabbing Jaejoong’s face, “this is why you’re my best friend.” He plants a kiss on his cheek before rushing out of the bar in a flurry.
-
He spends a day searching for the perfect song and one that actually has translations, spends another day getting the pronunciation exactly right, 4 more days of dragging Yoochun to the music practice rooms and singing until his throat feels raw and then the last day hiding under his bed, freaking out and ignoring the calls from Jaejoong.
He doesn’t think about his racing heart and why he couldn’t figure out what an asshole he was earlier.
-
Yunho’s watching a movie on his laptop when Changmin fumbles through the door.
“You’re coming to se--hear me sing.” Changmin says simply, repeating what Yunho had said before and Yunho looks slightly dazed.
“What?” He takes the envelope Changmin’s holding out and scrutinizes it
“Tonight, I have a show,” He deadpans, “I’ve already bought tickets so don’t think you’re getting out of it.” Yunho doesn’t reply, just nods slowly and it makes Changmin tense up. He trips over to the door and falls through it.
-
Somehow he doesn’t throw up and the performance goes well. He actually manages to sing a line to Yunho before he has to look away and close his eyes, curling his tongue around the words.
Yunho’s nowhere to be seen after; no matter how many times Changmin scans the crowd. He gives Yoochun a small, sad smile before leaving, dragging his feet as he makes his way back to the dorm, shoulders slumped.
When he gets back, he doesn’t expect to see Yunho sitting neatly on the edge of his bed, staring at him. Changmin closes the door as quietly as he can; ducking his head and leaning back against it.
“Hey.” he manages and Yunho stays silent.
“I’m deciding whether I should kiss you or not.” Yunho says after the longest silence of Changmin’s life and the sparkle is back in his eyes. Changmin knows everything’s okay, knows that he isn’t treading on thin ice anymore. “Anything else you got to convince me with?” Seeing as tonight has been completely and utterly cheesy, Changmin decides to add to it.
“I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue.” He guesses that’s the decided factor because Yunho pushes himself up from the bed and pushes Changmin against the door, sliding their mouths together.
They somehow end up horizontal, Changmin straddling Yunho’s hips and grinding down, pushing his tongue into Yunho’s mouth.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a romantic,” Yunho breathes out with a laugh as Changmin starts on his neck, sucking over his pulse, “I would’ve just been happy with you just telling me, you know.”
“Well you tell me that now.” Changmin glares but Yunho laughs, his eyes scrunching up and Changmin feels his heart swell.
Their shirts get flung somewhere on the floor, Changmin kissing down the exposed skin and circling his nipple with his tongue. Yunho whimpers and Changmin presses a smile to his skin.
“You just invited me to your dance show to torture me, didn’t you?” Changmin groans out as Yunho pushes their trousers down, palming Changmin through his underwear.
“Maybe, well,” Yunho breathes out and rolls his hips, “it was Jaejoong’s idea.” Before Changmin can start ranting Yunho rids them both of their underwear, lining up and curling his hand around both of their cocks, stroking.
Changmin swears he’s going to kill Jaejoong later, but for now he just pushes back into Yunho’s strokes and kisses him breathless.
-
In the morning Yunho jokes about Changmin’s Japanese and Changmin tries not to blush, just pulls the cover over his head so Yunho can’t see him.
“Jaejoong told me why you ran, by the way,” Yunho says to the lump of duvet curled against his chest and it rustles, “if anything I’m the one not good enough for you.” It earns him a finger digging into his side and he yelps, trying to pull the covers off of Changmin’s head.
“I’m not good with this mushy stuff,” Changmin sighs, emerging from the cover, “so I’m going to just kiss you and we can pretend that I never sang for you.”
Yunho doesn’t mention the fact he has the whole performance saved on his phone.
-
Changmin’s not the touchiest person but he lets Yunho hold his hand in public, lets him come up behind him and slide a hand around his waist, lets him call him ridiculous pet names, lets him catch him after class and kiss him soft and slow, lets him draw hearts around their names on the whiteboard attached to the door and lets him crawl into his bed in the middle of the night and curl up around him.
And although he won’t admit it, he secretly enjoys every moment.
-
“Your happiness makes me sick,” Jaejoong states even though he’s smiling back at Changmin’s beam.
“It makes me sick too, hyung.”
“Oh god, you’re calling me hyung,” he dramatizes grabbing Junsu’s hand, “seriously, what has this Yunho boy done to our Little Shim?”
“I think... I think he’s made him a better person.” Junsu stares with wide-eyes from Changmin’s side.
“If you both shut the fuck up I won’t punch you.” Changmin says brightly, still beaming.
“And he’s back. It’s okay, guys, it’s okay!” Jaejoong announces loudly to the whole bar, Junsu clapping just as loud and Changmin buries his head in his hands and tries to disappear.
-
“Stop staring at me.” Changmin growls as he tries to finish an English essay and push Yunho off his bed with only his feet at the same time.
“You look hot in glasses.” Yunho says simply from the floor, chin rested on his fist and Changmin snorts.
“Stop trying to seduce me.” Changmin glares at the computer screen, not bothering to look up at Yunho.
“I’m not trying,” Yunho retaliates, resting his cheek on Changmin’s knee and trailing a finger up his thigh, “it’s working.”
“You,” Changmin points a finger at Yunho and shuts his laptop, “shut up.” He stands up on the bed to place the laptop on the shelf above. Yunho grabs his ankles, pulling his feet from under him so he falls down and bounces on the bed, crying out indignantly. With a loud laugh he pulls Changmin further down the bed by his ankles and crawls up onto the bed and in between Changmin’s open legs, running a hand over his cheek.
“Hi.” Yunho breathes with his eyes curved, lip between his teeth.
“Hi.” Changmin mocks, but he still presses his cheek into Yunho’s palm and slides a hand between their chests, letting it rest palm flat over his breast bone.
“You’re gorgeous.” Yunho whispers against his cheek and Changmin blushes, still not completely used to Yunho’s outright affection.
“I try.” Changmin grins and kisses Yunho’s laughing mouth, a hand in his hair and his legs coming up to wrap around Yunho’s waist to pull him closer.
It’s all downhill from there, Yunho losing his shirt in a second and Changmin gripping onto Yunho’s wrist as his hand cups Changmin’s cheek. Yunho presses as close as he can, tilting his head to get the right angle and opening his mouth against Changmin’s, running his tongue along the crease of his lips. Opening his mouth obligingly, Changmin whimpers at the first swipe of their tongues, hand clenched in Yunho’s shirt and his heel rubbing along the back of Yunho’s leg.
“Do you have any classes later?” Yunho asks when they pull apart, Changmin’s chest heaving and his hand goes up to curl around the back of Yunho’s neck. Changmin shakes his head.
“Do you have a condom?” Changmin breathes onto Yunho’s check, dragging his lips down to his jaw, Yunho tenses.
“What?”
“Do you,” Changmin draws out, pulling at Yunho’s bottom lip, “have a condom?” Yunho flails and stutters and Changmin laughs, pushing him up and toward the bathroom.
Changmin’s somehow lost all of his clothes in the time it takes Yunho to fumble around in the bathroom to grab the necessities and he has to take a moment to drink in the image and steady himself against the door frame.
When Changmin’s hand slides down his own stomach, grazing over his hipbone and wrapping around himself, Yunho all but launches for the bed, stripping off his jeans in the process.
“Eager, are we?” Changmin snorts as Yunho crawls back in between his legs, dropping the condom and lube on the nightstand and he presses kisses to Changmin’s neck.
“Yeah, yeah,” with a growl against Changmin’s collarbone, “shut up.” Changmin can only laugh and pull Yunho up, kissing him hard and hooking his thumbs into Yunho’s underwear, dragging them down.
The first roll of Yunho’s hips elicits a moan from Changmin and he follows the roll, wrapping his legs around Yunho’s waist once again.
He manages to flip them over, Yunho pliant and panting under him and he starts to descend, the trail he makes is accompanied by kisses and licks to the exposed skin. Biting at the jut of Yunho’s hip, Changmin noses along it and wraps his fingers loosely around Yunho’s length.
“Min.” Yunho sighs, a hand coming down to thread through his hair as Changmin breathes over the head of Yunho’s cock and takes it into his mouth.
He slacks his jaw and swirls his tongue, taking Yunho in straight away, keeping his hand wrapped around the part he can’t take in. Groaning, Yunho presses his hips back into the mattress to stop them from snapping up as Changmin hums around him.
“Min, fuck,” Yunho grits and tugs at Changmin’s hair, forcing him up, “need to kiss you.” Smirking, Changmin obliges, falling on his side next to Yunho and pressing their lips together with a crooked finger under Yunho’s jaw.
Once again taking charge, Yunho straddles Changmin’s waist and licks his own taste out of Changmin’s mouth, rocking against him. Changmin whimpers and groans, barely notices that Yunho’s hand leaves its place cupping Changmin’s hip to reach for the lube.
He pulls back, sitting back on his haunches to slick a finger up, still rolling down into Changmin. With a moan, Changmin arches up off the bed when the friction gets too much and Yunho starts getting too slow.
“I really want to flip us over so I don’t have to wait for you to stop being so slow but we’ll end up on the floor.” Changmin huffs and Yunho’s hand trails down, a finger circling his hole but it still doesn’t push in.
“Kinky.” Yunho says with a waggle of his eyebrows before he finally pushes through the tight ring, distracting Changmin with a bite to his collarbone. Changmin’s snark flies out the window when Yunho’s tongue curls around his nipple, teeth tugging and the finger inside of him curling as another one joins it.
The stretch is nearly unbearable, but Changmin forces his legs open wider and pulls Yunho down so he can distract himself with Yunho’s tongue and warm lips. It takes a while for Changmin to get used to the burn, it’s not his first time but it’s the first in a long time but Yunho kisses him soft and open mouthed, curling his fingers in just the right way.
“Yunho,” he breathes out, canting his hips as Yunho recoats his fingers and slides them back in, thrusting now instead of stretching out, “Yunho.” He manages again and starts to push him away, blearily reaching for the condom on the nightstand. Yunho gets the idea but still thrusts in once more, curling his fingers just to see the completely blown look on Changmin’s face that he’s maybe come to adore.
Stifling a moan, Changmin manages to get the condom open and pull Yunho closer, rolling it on. Sitting up he grabs the lube from where Yunho discarded it, pouring it into his hands and starting to coat Yunho, licking at the skin of Yunho’s chest as he lets out a moan.
Yunho grabs his wrists after he regains his composure, pushing him back onto the bed and pulls back up to let Changmin rest his legs over Yunho’s shoulders.
“Sure you’re ready?” Yunho whispers out and Changmin’s still composed enough to roll his eyes and grind his backside into Yunho’s erection, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Yunho manages, lining up and slowly pushing in, the heat making it hard not to thrust in fully straight away.
Changmin groans and hisses, legs tightening on Yunho’s shoulders and hands fisting the bed sheets tightly. Giving Changmin a moment to relax, Yunho folds forward as much as he can and meets Changmin half way in a kiss, sucking at his bottom lip and rolling his nipple between his fingers.
It’s a mess of quivering limbs and the sound of slapping skin from then on, Yunho nearly folding Changmin in half to get enough leverage. Changmin looses all coherency, muttering out curses and Yunho’s name and meeting Yunho’s thrusts, a hand reaching up to curl around his neck.
Whimpering, Yunho slides a hand between them, palm flat against Changmin’s stomach and the muscles tense and relax under his fingertips. Changmin presses his head back into the pillow, exposing the sweat-glistened column of his neck and pulls one of his legs off of Yunho’s shoulders and hooks it around his waist instead, drawing him closer.
“Shit,” Changmin drags out as Yunho angles his hips, hitting deep inside of him, “shit fuck fuck, Yunho.” Yunho lets out a breathy moan laced with a laugh, his hands shaking from the tight, overwhelming heat of Changmin surrounding him.
Yunho manages a ‘babe’ and a ‘Changmin’ and a mirroring ‘shit fuck fuck, so good’ before Changmin pulls him forward, makes Yunho settle over him and Changmin drags his blunt nails down Yunho’s back.
There’s a moment of just panting, Changmin pulling Yunho into sloppy, tongue-filled kisses before Yunho starts losing control and there’s the distinct warmth pooling in the bottom of his stomach and he grips Changmin’s hip harder, giving that as the only warning.
Yunho cums mouth pressed against Changmin’s cheek, muffling the moans falling out of his mouth, hips losing all timing. Changmin follows a second later, hand wrapped around himself with his back arched off the bed and into Yunho’s chest, Yunho panting soundlessly into his neck.
Yunho soothes him through the aftershocks and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, running his nose along Changmin’s and kissing him open mouthed and warm.
-
Yoochun laughs for a good half hour when it takes Changmin 10 minutes to find a comfortable position to sit in, in Music Theory the next morning.
first off: i'm so sorry yoochun. lmfaodsajiekioas. uh, it's finally done. one day i'll actually like something i write, just not today. sigh. comments are appreciated aaand yes. sorry if there are mistakes, feel free to point them out.