Warmth
Warmth
G
Angst
OT5 gen; Changmin-centric.
Takes place after MKMF 2008, where Changmin cries.
They bow to each and every artist they see, smiles plastered onto their faces, awards clenched tightly in their hands.
They head outside to their car, ignoring the sobs and screams of their fans in order to try to keep their faces a mask of perfect contentment.
They go home, silence reigning over them in the car, broken only by the occasional creaking of the seat as they shift restlessly.
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Their manager leaves them alone as soon as they reach their home, simply whispering as he leaves, “Go to sleep, boys. You look exhausted,” and closes his door with a quiet click.
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Changmin carefully, gently, places all the awards they’ve won that night onto the shelf where they keep everything they’ve won over the past five years, lingering a moment longer on the Album of the Year award they’ve just received.
Jaejoong comes up to him and draws him into his arms, murmuring, “It’s all right now, Changmin-ah. It’s okay.”
Changmin feels his eyes well up again at the simple acceptance in the older man’s voice, knowing he understood. Tears roll down his cheeks into the fur on Jaejoong’s jacket; the pure white of it reminds him of how much he’s grown since he was still a skinny, fifteen year old boy playing with a kitten. It doesn’t help when he sees Yoochun, the very image of himself in 2004, over Jaejoong’s shoulders, hovering anxiously, looking as if he might start crying at any moment. He sees Junsu behind Yoochun, looking lost at what he should do. The contrasting images of the past Dong Bang Shin Ki and the present Dong Bang Shin Ki makes him feel nostalgic, almost as if the past and the present were merging together to show him their growth.
His instinct tells him that Yunho is trying to control his emotions when his arms come around him, overlapping Jaejoong’s. He could feel Yunho burying his face into his shoulder, refusing to let the others see the tears that seep into the shoulder of Changmin’s jacket.
Junsu’s hand lands on the nape of this neck, gently caressing his hair. Yoochun rubs the part of Changmin’s back that isn’t covered by Yunho as he tries to dash away his own tears.
Finally, as he feels Jaejoong’s tears drips onto his hair, he lets go of everything, the disappointment, the confusion, the bittersweet happiness, and simply cries, accepting the warmth and comfort of his family.
They cry together, but at the same time, the oldest ones are doing their best to take care of the youngest, the one who exasperates them the most, but also the strongest one, the one least likely to break down, who now needs them the most.
They stay together in the same position, Jaejoong holding Changmin close to his heart, Yunho curling his body over Changmin’s bent back, Junsu continually stroking his neck, Yoochun now rubbing in circles, and Changmin cocooned in the middle, ignoring how uncomfortable his back feels.
After a few more minutes, Changmin moves, lifting his head from Jaejoong’s shoulder, and takes a deep breath. By now Junsu and Yoochun have taken away their hands, just standing close by with compassionate eyes. Jaejoong and Yunho have loosened their arms, but have yet to completely let go.
Changmin gives them a shaky smile and looks around, noticing the swollen red eyes and the pain and concern within them. He croaks, “Do you guys really need my comfort this much?”
Relief immediately appears in those eyes, almost completely banishing the concern. But they know him too well, they know that he uses sarcasm to cover up his most personal thoughts, his most personal feelings, and the concern stays strong in their eyes.
He looks down and notices the tear stains on Jaejoong’s jacket. He laughs quietly, “Hyung, you’re going to have to send your jacket to the dry cleaners’.”
Jaejoong brushes over Changmin’s hair before he replies, “It’s fine. You do too.”
Changmin faces Yunho and makes an exaggerated expression. “Hyung! You cried over this expensive jacket!”
Yunho, playing along, sticks out his tongue. “Sorry, couldn’t help it,” he says cheerfully.
And as Changmin shakes his head in mock horror, causing everybody to laugh, he breaks free from their hold, walking over to where their new awards stand, shimmering in the moonlight that comes in through the window. His mouth curves wistfully as he touches each and every one of their awards, remembering and comparing past years’ joy and elation to this year’s bittersweet happiness.
“We’ll work harder next year.” He hears Junsu’s soft voice behind him and turns, noticing that they have taken hold of each other’s hands but still leaving a place for him, right in the middle. He smiles crookedly and nods, going forward to stand with them, acting as the anchor, yet also being the one anchored at the same time.
They all come together for a final group hug, Changmin in the middle, before separating to go to their own rooms, preparing to rest for the next day, a day where they will have more determination than ever to work harder.
The awards, in the moonlight, gleam with silvery light as their owners go to sleep, waiting for more to join them in their declaration of how much love and support Dong Bang Shin Ki receives from the world.
Happiness - sort-of sequel?
G
Angst
OT5 gen; Changmin-centric.
Takes place after MKMF 2008, where Changmin cries.
They bow to each and every artist they see, smiles plastered onto their faces, awards clenched tightly in their hands.
They head outside to their car, ignoring the sobs and screams of their fans in order to try to keep their faces a mask of perfect contentment.
They go home, silence reigning over them in the car, broken only by the occasional creaking of the seat as they shift restlessly.
------
Their manager leaves them alone as soon as they reach their home, simply whispering as he leaves, “Go to sleep, boys. You look exhausted,” and closes his door with a quiet click.
------
Changmin carefully, gently, places all the awards they’ve won that night onto the shelf where they keep everything they’ve won over the past five years, lingering a moment longer on the Album of the Year award they’ve just received.
Jaejoong comes up to him and draws him into his arms, murmuring, “It’s all right now, Changmin-ah. It’s okay.”
Changmin feels his eyes well up again at the simple acceptance in the older man’s voice, knowing he understood. Tears roll down his cheeks into the fur on Jaejoong’s jacket; the pure white of it reminds him of how much he’s grown since he was still a skinny, fifteen year old boy playing with a kitten. It doesn’t help when he sees Yoochun, the very image of himself in 2004, over Jaejoong’s shoulders, hovering anxiously, looking as if he might start crying at any moment. He sees Junsu behind Yoochun, looking lost at what he should do. The contrasting images of the past Dong Bang Shin Ki and the present Dong Bang Shin Ki makes him feel nostalgic, almost as if the past and the present were merging together to show him their growth.
His instinct tells him that Yunho is trying to control his emotions when his arms come around him, overlapping Jaejoong’s. He could feel Yunho burying his face into his shoulder, refusing to let the others see the tears that seep into the shoulder of Changmin’s jacket.
Junsu’s hand lands on the nape of this neck, gently caressing his hair. Yoochun rubs the part of Changmin’s back that isn’t covered by Yunho as he tries to dash away his own tears.
Finally, as he feels Jaejoong’s tears drips onto his hair, he lets go of everything, the disappointment, the confusion, the bittersweet happiness, and simply cries, accepting the warmth and comfort of his family.
They cry together, but at the same time, the oldest ones are doing their best to take care of the youngest, the one who exasperates them the most, but also the strongest one, the one least likely to break down, who now needs them the most.
They stay together in the same position, Jaejoong holding Changmin close to his heart, Yunho curling his body over Changmin’s bent back, Junsu continually stroking his neck, Yoochun now rubbing in circles, and Changmin cocooned in the middle, ignoring how uncomfortable his back feels.
After a few more minutes, Changmin moves, lifting his head from Jaejoong’s shoulder, and takes a deep breath. By now Junsu and Yoochun have taken away their hands, just standing close by with compassionate eyes. Jaejoong and Yunho have loosened their arms, but have yet to completely let go.
Changmin gives them a shaky smile and looks around, noticing the swollen red eyes and the pain and concern within them. He croaks, “Do you guys really need my comfort this much?”
Relief immediately appears in those eyes, almost completely banishing the concern. But they know him too well, they know that he uses sarcasm to cover up his most personal thoughts, his most personal feelings, and the concern stays strong in their eyes.
He looks down and notices the tear stains on Jaejoong’s jacket. He laughs quietly, “Hyung, you’re going to have to send your jacket to the dry cleaners’.”
Jaejoong brushes over Changmin’s hair before he replies, “It’s fine. You do too.”
Changmin faces Yunho and makes an exaggerated expression. “Hyung! You cried over this expensive jacket!”
Yunho, playing along, sticks out his tongue. “Sorry, couldn’t help it,” he says cheerfully.
And as Changmin shakes his head in mock horror, causing everybody to laugh, he breaks free from their hold, walking over to where their new awards stand, shimmering in the moonlight that comes in through the window. His mouth curves wistfully as he touches each and every one of their awards, remembering and comparing past years’ joy and elation to this year’s bittersweet happiness.
“We’ll work harder next year.” He hears Junsu’s soft voice behind him and turns, noticing that they have taken hold of each other’s hands but still leaving a place for him, right in the middle. He smiles crookedly and nods, going forward to stand with them, acting as the anchor, yet also being the one anchored at the same time.
They all come together for a final group hug, Changmin in the middle, before separating to go to their own rooms, preparing to rest for the next day, a day where they will have more determination than ever to work harder.
The awards, in the moonlight, gleam with silvery light as their owners go to sleep, waiting for more to join them in their declaration of how much love and support Dong Bang Shin Ki receives from the world.
Happiness - sort-of sequel?