{PG 13} YooMin - This is enough.
Title: This is enough.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Changmin gives Yoochun a surprise.
Disclaimer: This is real. And oh, birds can bark.
Blah/s: My first Yoomin fic! First DBSK fic, for that matter. ♥
This is enough.
~635 words
Changmin is holding a camera on one hand, and in the other, it is Yoochun’s fingers his are locked with. It is cold, but there is no lack of warmth where the two were entwined. They are walking through a meadow, all around the tall grass sways, a symphony of rustles, a choreography of chlorophyll.
“Changmin!” Yoochun breathes and begins to laugh - breeze in his hair, sun in Changmin’s eyes. Yoochun throws himself to the wind. “Catch me if you can!”
Changmin smooths out a blanket instead, and then lies on it, leaning back on his elbows. The sky takes on the blue of brilliance, but Changmin keeps his eyes trained on Yoochun. He stretches his fingers, reaching for Yoochun, and the sunlight passes through the gaps. Yoochun is too far away.
Soon, Yoochun is running back, smiling that ear-to-ear smile Changmin oh so secretly adores, and Changmin stands up to greet him. “Lovely, isn’t it,” Yoochun says, referring to nothing in particular.
Changmin nods. “This isn’t even the surprise yet.” He gives Yoochun a smile.
“What? Then what did I have to frolic in the grass for?”
Still, the grin, but Changmin gives no reply. Yoochun looks on expectantly. Changmin laughs a little and shifts his weight. Yoochun shrugs. “This is enough for me.”
Changmin looks away, shrugging slightly. Silence. Yoochun touches his cheek. “Changmin?”
“Hmm?”
“I said, this is enough for me.” You are enough for me, Yoochun wants to add, but doesn’t.
Changmin puts a finger to his lips, and voicelessly, takes one of Yoochun’s hands.
“Park Yoochun- ” Changmin says when he shoves a small box into Yoochun’s palm, “take it.”
Yoochun’s eyes are wide. “Changmin, you know we can’t -“
“Take it.”
Yoochun’s fists are white and clenched at his sides in the attempt to curb the stinging dampness that threatens to spill from his eyes, and with a sigh, opens the box and finds a pair of rings. Couple rings. He stares at them.
“Well?” Changmin strums his fingers in mock impatience.
Yoochun’s mouth is dry. “This is the surprise?”
Changmin breathes. “This is the surprise.”
Yoochun imagines the countless possibilities these two rings on his palm entail, but stops himself at the thought of Changmin waiting for him at the altar, all smiles in a black tux. “Why,” Yoochun says flatly.
“Just to make things official.”
Yoochun's face is flushed, and Changmin says so, which makes Yoochun chuckle. Yoochun holds Changmin’s cheeks in both his hands, as if to say so are you, but he says nothing. With Changmin’s face in his hands, Yoochun says softly, very softly, “What would other people say? Our family, our members, our fans-”
“Yes, I know,” Changmin’s hands drop to Yoochun’s waist, pulling him closer. He buries his face in Yoochun’s neck, breathes in his scent, “so take this leap of faith with me.”
Yoochun takes a deep breath, hesitates.
“Okay,” he says finally, not meeting Changmin’s eyes. The words taste like utter falsehood on his tongue.
“Thank you. For this. It’s...” Changmin struggles to find the right words. “Just, thank you.”
Yoochun gazes at him with a sad smile, and gently swipes the hair covering Changmin’s eyes as he brings Changmin closer, until their lips touch. “I love you,” Yoochun says against Changmin’s lips. Changmin looks at him with an unreadable twinkle in his eyes, and Yoochun feels a deep ache strum through. There is so much that can be lost, so much that they can take away, a cycle of hope and heartache and the hurt that comes with wanting.
Changmin entwines his fingers with Yoochun's cold ones and squeezes them. Yoochun looks up, smiling. Yes, everything will be okay. Because he has loved, and has definitely been loved back. And despite its foolhardiness, that, Yoochun thinks, is enough.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Changmin gives Yoochun a surprise.
Disclaimer: This is real. And oh, birds can bark.
Blah/s: My first Yoomin fic! First DBSK fic, for that matter. ♥
This is enough.
~635 words
Changmin is holding a camera on one hand, and in the other, it is Yoochun’s fingers his are locked with. It is cold, but there is no lack of warmth where the two were entwined. They are walking through a meadow, all around the tall grass sways, a symphony of rustles, a choreography of chlorophyll.
“Changmin!” Yoochun breathes and begins to laugh - breeze in his hair, sun in Changmin’s eyes. Yoochun throws himself to the wind. “Catch me if you can!”
Changmin smooths out a blanket instead, and then lies on it, leaning back on his elbows. The sky takes on the blue of brilliance, but Changmin keeps his eyes trained on Yoochun. He stretches his fingers, reaching for Yoochun, and the sunlight passes through the gaps. Yoochun is too far away.
Soon, Yoochun is running back, smiling that ear-to-ear smile Changmin oh so secretly adores, and Changmin stands up to greet him. “Lovely, isn’t it,” Yoochun says, referring to nothing in particular.
Changmin nods. “This isn’t even the surprise yet.” He gives Yoochun a smile.
“What? Then what did I have to frolic in the grass for?”
Still, the grin, but Changmin gives no reply. Yoochun looks on expectantly. Changmin laughs a little and shifts his weight. Yoochun shrugs. “This is enough for me.”
Changmin looks away, shrugging slightly. Silence. Yoochun touches his cheek. “Changmin?”
“Hmm?”
“I said, this is enough for me.” You are enough for me, Yoochun wants to add, but doesn’t.
Changmin puts a finger to his lips, and voicelessly, takes one of Yoochun’s hands.
“Park Yoochun- ” Changmin says when he shoves a small box into Yoochun’s palm, “take it.”
Yoochun’s eyes are wide. “Changmin, you know we can’t -“
“Take it.”
Yoochun’s fists are white and clenched at his sides in the attempt to curb the stinging dampness that threatens to spill from his eyes, and with a sigh, opens the box and finds a pair of rings. Couple rings. He stares at them.
“Well?” Changmin strums his fingers in mock impatience.
Yoochun’s mouth is dry. “This is the surprise?”
Changmin breathes. “This is the surprise.”
Yoochun imagines the countless possibilities these two rings on his palm entail, but stops himself at the thought of Changmin waiting for him at the altar, all smiles in a black tux. “Why,” Yoochun says flatly.
“Just to make things official.”
Yoochun's face is flushed, and Changmin says so, which makes Yoochun chuckle. Yoochun holds Changmin’s cheeks in both his hands, as if to say so are you, but he says nothing. With Changmin’s face in his hands, Yoochun says softly, very softly, “What would other people say? Our family, our members, our fans-”
“Yes, I know,” Changmin’s hands drop to Yoochun’s waist, pulling him closer. He buries his face in Yoochun’s neck, breathes in his scent, “so take this leap of faith with me.”
Yoochun takes a deep breath, hesitates.
“Okay,” he says finally, not meeting Changmin’s eyes. The words taste like utter falsehood on his tongue.
“Thank you. For this. It’s...” Changmin struggles to find the right words. “Just, thank you.”
Yoochun gazes at him with a sad smile, and gently swipes the hair covering Changmin’s eyes as he brings Changmin closer, until their lips touch. “I love you,” Yoochun says against Changmin’s lips. Changmin looks at him with an unreadable twinkle in his eyes, and Yoochun feels a deep ache strum through. There is so much that can be lost, so much that they can take away, a cycle of hope and heartache and the hurt that comes with wanting.
Changmin entwines his fingers with Yoochun's cold ones and squeezes them. Yoochun looks up, smiling. Yes, everything will be okay. Because he has loved, and has definitely been loved back. And despite its foolhardiness, that, Yoochun thinks, is enough.