[FIC] Just Say It {HoMin, G}
{Jast Say It}
HoMin, G
Fluffy & sad attempt at funny. DX
It wasn’t like he wanted to be here, if anything he’d rather be in his room, in bed with a nice book and some relaxing music directed right into his ear by the headphones that blocked out every possible sound that might remind him of the words that made his insides twist in excitement the night before. He could fade into the story line, one where he didn’t have to worry about his own well being nonetheless that of 4 other men who couldn’t seem to grasp the correct meaning of ‘maturity’.
Now, he’s not blaming the four older men. No, if he was, he would’ve just said it out rightly, giving them that silent glare from his spot between the two eldest, creating an umbrella made of storm clouds just above their heads. Because then - oh yes - only then would they realize just what mood they’ve put him in. But, no, he’s not going to blame them all. He’s going to blame just one of them, the one who’s put him in such a ungodly state.
He sends daggers from the corner of his eyes at their leader, who for now seems blissfully unaware, smiling for all the flashes and recordings.
Like he had any right to cut breakfast out of the schedule.
*
Stretching his arms upwards with an accompanying yawn, he keeps his eyes trained on the way the second eldest attempts to relax himself into the squishy material of the leather armchair, sinking in and letting the impressionable cushions engulf him. Eyes droop closed but not before a longwinded fight against the alluring sleep that it might bring while fingers lace together over his stomach. Moments pass and his mouth parts to allow for the deep shallow breaths that make his chest rise and fall evenly. His head lolls to the side but he catches himself and quickly flicks his eyes open. He glances about the room, blinking over and over. Their eyes meet.
Changmin can’t help but want to walk over and kiss the sleep away. Press his lips all over his face with gentle pressure and sweep his fingertips over the tiny marks of past accidents he’s come to memorize by year and what object inflicted the leader’s clumsiness to etch his face.
A soft smile curves across Yunho’s lips and he has to fight the melting of his own features to match the simple display of affectoin he’s being given. Instead, he creases his brow once again, fixes his eyes to slits, lips pull outwards in a pout and he detaches himself from the edge of the makeup counter, walking out of their designated dressing room.
The slightly confused look makes him feel slightly guilty.
*
Orange street lights flicker past the windows, momentarily revealing a dozing Junsu, temple pressed to the window and looking like a five year old after a long day visiting relatives. The fake blue tint of his cell phone screen shines upwards from his lap, a huge smile is plastered on Jaejoong’s face as he uses his epic typing skills to text who ever made him chuckle, fingers dancing seamlessly over the keys. Head thrown back on the head rest, face buried in the bend of his elbow, Yoochun leaves his mouth open obnoxiously as he begins to snore.
To his right, movement makes him look over to find Yunho panicking slightly, hands flying all over his person as he looks around in the darkness of the back seat.
“Jae, have you seen my cell phone?”
A shake of the head.
“Junsu?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Chun?”
A negative grunt.
“Minnie?”
Pausing and simply staring back at him, he rolls his eyes with a deep sigh and rummages in his bag. He pulls the glossy rectangular mobile from a pocket deep within and stretches his hand towards the wide-eyed leader. Left beside the CD player in their practise room, it sat forgotten. Everyone had already escaped for the cold air outside and he was left to lock up. A part of him wanted to leave it there and let their leader wallow in his self pity over losing another one of his cell phones. But he couldn’t be sure if it was Jae’s and there was no way he was risking that getting out, not with the extensive collection of “special moments” stored within it.
“Minnie-ah~” he swoons, surrounding him in large arms and pulling him flush against him.
Warmth. It’s something he’ll never experience again, not in this way. His chest tightens and quickly liquefies to an overwhelming mush that makes him slightly light-headed.
“You‘re a life saver~”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” nodding, he pushes at the solid chest pressed to him.
“Can I ask you something?”
Low and husky, he stills. Looking in the opposite direction of the other man, he nods resolutely.
“Why are you mad at me?”
The little flame inside flares again and everything inside catches on fire. The pulsing heat reaches his face and he pushes on Yunho a little harder, that smile still apparent on his face. The other three’s ear are visibly perked up.
“When we get home.”
He’s immediately released and mourns the loss of contact for a nanosecond.
*
The alarm clock reads twelve oh five in bright turquoise letters and he switches the settings around so that he can wake up by 9 o’clock. More practise for the upcoming dance release in Japan and he’s already tired of begin corrected on his foot placement, on his arm movements and all that ranges within the four minute’s worth of choreography they’ve learned.
A knock on the door and it opens,
“Min?”
He glances up, rubbing one of his eyes. That smile returns on Yunho’s face and he has to look back to the alarm clock and pretend to check it over.
“Hmm?”
“We’re home.”
“Obviously.”
“So what’s up?”
The door shuts with a soft click and Changmin immediately peers up at him as he moves those long legs across the room, hips swaying a little too suggestively and that welcoming smile of mock innocence.
“You know what’s up.”
“Do I?”
“Yes.” he sighs, as Yunho takes his face in his hands, cupping his burning cheeks.
“It’s not my fault.”
“Technically-”
“I can’t help it. You can’t help it. They couldn‘t help it.” he nods towards the door.
Setting his eyes to a glare, he hopes it’ll pass right through the door and hit the other three square on the face. He reminds himself to never tell any one of them another secret.
“I hate you & them.”
“No you don’t.”
Breathing shallow, he wishes Yunho wasn’t so damn close.
“So, are you going to say it?”
He shakes his head, slipping out of his grasp and laying back on the bed. It doesn’t register just how much more vulnerable he’s positioned himself until the other crawls over him, knees at his hips and hands over his shoulders.
“Do I have to get Jae again?”
A heat covers his entire body as he shakes his head once again, eyes widening at the tiny picture engrained in his head.
“Well…” He cocks his head.
A dry itch covers his throat and his voices seems lost somewhere, probably with his self-control.
“I like you.”
A silence falls. And when Changmin gets enough confidence to look back at the older man, the smile isn’t as sweet anymore.
“Not so hard.”
“But they already told you! Why did I have to-”
Like silk and so much warmer then he remembers. Even his mouth is talented with the gift of dance. He sighs when they part.
“I just wanted to see you blush.“
He groans, pushing Yunho off and escaping to the living room where no one will put up with the leader’s lovey dovey faces and touchy ways.
~
“Changminnie-ah?”
Sat in his work room, he peers up from the text book and sees Yunho in the door way.
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
Blinking, he takes off his glasses and sets them down on the desk.
“Sure…”
“The other three just told me something I need to make sure of…”
Cold washes down his spine. No, no, no, nononono! Nearing, Yunho stops about a foot away and they keep eye contact. It’s like those cheesy moments where everything else ceases to matter and just fades to white noise. He leans down, getting closer, so much closer. Eyes flutter closed and it’s gentle, so much more different then with any before.
CLICK.
Cackling, Jaejoong points as the other two snicker and grab for a better look at the cell phone.
“See! I told you he likes you!”
“WHAT THE HELL!?”
Heat replaces the icy chill and he launches himself at the other three.
“I thought they were lying!”
“THEY ARE!”
“LIAR!” they yell in unison, limbs flailing as everyone scatters.
“They said they’d erase all my pictures if I did this one thing…I didn’t think-”
“Bastards.”
"What if I felt the same?"
~
I really don't know where this came from...
I had the beginning from way before & just kept adding to it. XD
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