[Oneshot] Shall We Dance
Title: Shall We Dance
Author: Chi
Pairings: ChangShin
Form: oneshot
Rating: PG
It was ridiculous. Shindong looked at the long-legged, frail-looking boy who was asking for his direction. He was a member of Dong Bang Shin Ki, and, although they'd worked and played together before, this was unexpected and a bit frightening.
"Hyung, I know you help choreograph Super Junior's moves. And have come up with dance routines of your own which you performed everywhere. I have been expected to learn some difficult dances and I've learned those dances. Now I want you to help me with this." Changmin huffed and crossed his slender arms across his slender chest, leaned on one bony leg, thrusting out one bony hip and it was all Shindong could do to not drag him out to eat some dol sot bimbimbap that instant. He had an idea...
"Ok Changmin-dongseng. I'll be good to you this time. I'll teach you a quick routine. You have to be able to get it or you have to pay for lunch." Shindong turned and walked across the room. He didn't want Changmin to see the devious bit of smile that he knew was surfacing.
"Quick routine. Somehow, I think, this will not be quick, nor easy."
Shindong sifted though his CDs until he found the one with the song Changmin requested. He wanted to laugh. He knew Changmin was smart, but Shindong hadn't been obvious. "Why? You are good at dancing. If I can teach Heechul-Hyung, you can learn."
"Then why are we going to lunch and not dinner? We had lunch today already. I should be able to learn a routine for a one minute routine in three hours, tops." Changmin ticked his head to the side and rolled his eyes, giving the impression that he thought Shindong should know better than to question his intellect.
"You win." Shindong laughed. "I won't make it easy. I guess I'm saying, I hope you brought concentration and money."
Shindong turned on the music and sat on the floor. He focused on feeling the beats and rhythm, Watching Changmin dance a little on his own. "You really like this song."
"Yes."
"Ok, I have an idea of what I want you to project to the crowd." He was going to give the fangirls what they wanted, moves that showed off Changmin long legs, but then he realized he couldn't do that. Changmin wouldn't understand. So he thought about it and watched Changmin as he danced slightly, having turned to face the mirrored wall.
Shindong found his eyes constantly going to the boys slender hips and long legs. Now he could see why the fans always went on about his legs. He couldn't understand why they completely ignored the pair of twitchy hips attached.
Shindong blinked. What the hell was he thinking about? He shook his head and laughed at himself. He almost missed it, almost missed the slight grin Changmin gave him through the mirror. Shindong didn't raise an eyebrow, his jaw didn't slacken, his face showed not one ounce of the shock that was coursing through him. Changmin had designs of that nature? He was actually conceited? He'd have never thought it. Changmin had always been humble, unless his intellect was questioned.
-2 hours later-
Shindong sat watching Changmin run through the routine he'd designed, flawlessly for the fifth time. Sweat trickled down from Changmin's hair, down to his neck before disappearing into the fabric of his shirt. Shindong followed it and completely missed what Changmin said.
"Hyung, are you really sleeping with your eyes open?"
"Eh?" Shindong smiled when Changmin sighed and threw his hands up. "Sleep?"
"Hyung, you owe me dinner or lunch. It doesn't matter which but you owe me." Changmin said as he walked and picked up his water bottle. Shindong was getting a little uncomfortable, as he watched the legs move across the room. Why was he staring at this boys legs? Sure Changmin was tall and his legs long. He shook his head again. His cheeks felt hot. Lucky for him he was good at keeping a stoic face or Changmin might suspect his "no good" thoughts. He didn't want to upset his dongseng. Then it struck him. How did he owe Changmin lunch...or...dinner? Dinner with Changmin? His cheeks, they burned.
"Yah! What about my payment for the routine?" Shindong said quietly.
"Oh. You wanted that? Maybe we can decide later." Changmin opened a bottle of water drinking heavily from it.
"Maybe? Why is it maybe? I should be compensated." This guy really had become conceited! And Changmin's next words shocked him too.
"I think I'll compensate you. I like the routine."
"Yah? I think I hate this Changmin guy." Shindong pouted. When had he become like this? Changmin started to laugh and sat down on the floor beside him. He looked closely at Shindong and smiled. Shindong stared at him. His smile was really cute, he felt himself responding.
"Why? Oh I see. There are too many Super Junior members and you want a good lunch."
"That's not funny." Yet Shindong laughed along with Changmin. What kind of a spell had been cast on him? He jumped up from the floor and turned away. "I guess we are done." Shindong wiped the dust off of his pants.
"You missed a spot." Changmin's brushed off the side of Shindong's pants. He looked worried. This was the Changmin Shindong remembered; helpful, quiet, sweet. Changmin's arms went around him suddenly and Changmin whispered, "Thank you, Hyung."
Weirdly enough, it kind of happened like it does in the movies; time stopped and his mind went blank. When Changmin had removed himself, smiled and waved as he quickly walked to pick up his stuff, Shindong still felt the boy, felt his arms, his breath tickling his skin. As the door closed behind Changmin, Shindong's legs gave away beneath him.
"Why...?"
-2 weeks later-
Ryeowook peeked into the room. Shindong had been lying on the bed reading some junk he'd found under Heechul's bed. It was interesting. He knew Heechul was addicted to the internet and what the fans were saying, but he never knew Heechul was into this. Heechul didn't even seem to like one couple over another as long as it had him in it. The best parts of the fanfics were those where Heechul had crossed out names and switched positions of the characters. Certain paragraphs were crossed out with "Cannot" written over them. "I wouldn't cry because of that." and "Who do you think you are?" Other things had been written on the printouts. Hyung was indeed one of a kind.
"Shindong," the quiet voice called.
"Hmm?"
"You have a call."
"Ok." Shindong stuffed the papers under his pillow. As of that moment Heechul didn't know who took them and he was likely too embarrassed to go around asking the members. Shindong was still smart enough not to let the other know, anyway.
Shindong followed Ryeowook into the living room going toward the kitchen as Ryeowook went back to the couch. He picked up the phone. "Oh, Hello?"
"Hyung?"
"Donghee, here."
"Um.. yes. When are we going to lunch?" the voice through the line asked.
Shindong froze. He knew that voice. He'd dreamed of the owner of that voice a couple of times in the past two weeks. He froze every time he heard that beautiful voice floating through the house. He couldn't keep his eyes off the boy when he appeared on a show and performed the small routine Shindong choreographed for him. He nearly passed out at some added moves that had been incorporated into the dance. He was sure he'd never told Changmin to do something like that with his hips. Shindong wanted to cover everyone's eyes. "Changmin?" was all he was able to say.
"Uhn, yes. I have a proposition. If I can eat more than you, you will pay for lunch."
Shindong stared at the phone in disbelief. Was this kid crazy? Of course he could eat more than that kid could. Shindong snapped out of his reverie. "Where are we meeting for lunch?"
"Just come on outside and get in the car."
-2 hours later-
Enclosed in a small room with a small table and floor pillows, Shindong laid on the floor, one hand on his aching belly the other covering his eyes. He was stuffed. He couldn't move. How... how could that guy...? Then he heard the scrape of the chopsticks against a bowl. He looked over to see Changmin eating more rice.
"Changmin-ah... I can't... don't eat anymore..."
"Hyung. I'm a growing boy-"
"Yah!! You have grown enough. Why is it that you can eat all of this and grow," he said as he moved his hands up and down away from each other "If I eat like that I would grow," he continued and motioned his hands in a sideways motion away from each other.
"There is a secret."
"What?" Shindong said as he looked up at Changmin. He would sit up but he was just too full to move. "Yah, that's cheating. You came here knowing a secret way to win. How can you treat Hyung this way?" Shindong whined and pouted, although from the younger man's laughs, Changmin wasn't impressed.
"Hyung, I can show you this secret."
"Really?"
"Sure. I'd love to share it with you."
Shindong smiled. "Maybe you aren't so bad."
"Is that so?"
Shindong laughed and groaned from the pain. "I ate too much."
"Then we should get started right away. That way you can learn and you won't feel the pain anymore."
"Ah! Ah! Hurry then! Hurry Up!"
"Close your eyes first. You have to concentrate. So first, close your eyes and think about what you want to taste right now."
Shindong followed the instructions. He didn't want to taste anything right now. He was so full. He heard the rustle of clothes and opened his eyes. Changmin was moving toward him slowly.
"Hyung. I said you have to concentrate on what you want to taste, not look at me."
Shingdong didn't want to taste anything until that moment. He wanted... he wanted to taste Changmin. He grimaced. Like that was possible; tasting Changmin was out of the question. "I have... I will..." Shindong closed his eyes, not to think about what he wanted to taste, but to block it out.
"I'll tell you what I've wanted to taste."
Shindong jumped as Changmin's voice was much closer to him than he'd expected also, Changmin's lips were soft yet scratchy. He felt so much even if it was a quick swipe of his lips. With his open wide open now, Shindong sat up. He wanted to look at Changmin but he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he'd imagined it or if he'd actually...
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stolen that from you. I just didn't know another way..."
Shindong finally turned. "Ah... no, that was fine. I wanted to taste that as well. I'm not nearly as full as I was a while ago. Your secret worked," he said quietly. "...But why me?"
"Why not you? You are the most exasperating man. Yunho-hyung warned me this would be hard. I don't know why it's you but I like you. I've liked you for a while and I've watched you. The more I watched... I was tired of just watching. Okay?"
"Ah. For a while you said?"
"No more questions."
Shindong looked at Changmin closely. He was quite red. "Changmin-ah is undeniably cute right now. I'm just not sure-"
"If you continue with that thought.."
"I have a feeling that it if I say it I'll be hit." Shindong laughed. "So is this... a date?"
"That's an interesting question. Do you still want me to pay?"
"Of course!" Shindong thought about it the moment he'd said it. "Wait no..." Changmin smiled. Whatever this was, wherever it was going, he knew he'd just sold himself to the devil. Damn... at least he was a good looking devil.
"Good... I didn't bring enough to pay for all that I ate."
"Yah! Just what kind of joke is that."
"I'll make it up to you on our next date. I promise. I'll repay you with this." And as their lips met, hands touched, and his dreams slowly unfolded before him, Shindong didn't have a complaint.
Author: Chi
Pairings: ChangShin
Form: oneshot
Rating: PG
It was ridiculous. Shindong looked at the long-legged, frail-looking boy who was asking for his direction. He was a member of Dong Bang Shin Ki, and, although they'd worked and played together before, this was unexpected and a bit frightening.
"Hyung, I know you help choreograph Super Junior's moves. And have come up with dance routines of your own which you performed everywhere. I have been expected to learn some difficult dances and I've learned those dances. Now I want you to help me with this." Changmin huffed and crossed his slender arms across his slender chest, leaned on one bony leg, thrusting out one bony hip and it was all Shindong could do to not drag him out to eat some dol sot bimbimbap that instant. He had an idea...
"Ok Changmin-dongseng. I'll be good to you this time. I'll teach you a quick routine. You have to be able to get it or you have to pay for lunch." Shindong turned and walked across the room. He didn't want Changmin to see the devious bit of smile that he knew was surfacing.
"Quick routine. Somehow, I think, this will not be quick, nor easy."
Shindong sifted though his CDs until he found the one with the song Changmin requested. He wanted to laugh. He knew Changmin was smart, but Shindong hadn't been obvious. "Why? You are good at dancing. If I can teach Heechul-Hyung, you can learn."
"Then why are we going to lunch and not dinner? We had lunch today already. I should be able to learn a routine for a one minute routine in three hours, tops." Changmin ticked his head to the side and rolled his eyes, giving the impression that he thought Shindong should know better than to question his intellect.
"You win." Shindong laughed. "I won't make it easy. I guess I'm saying, I hope you brought concentration and money."
Shindong turned on the music and sat on the floor. He focused on feeling the beats and rhythm, Watching Changmin dance a little on his own. "You really like this song."
"Yes."
"Ok, I have an idea of what I want you to project to the crowd." He was going to give the fangirls what they wanted, moves that showed off Changmin long legs, but then he realized he couldn't do that. Changmin wouldn't understand. So he thought about it and watched Changmin as he danced slightly, having turned to face the mirrored wall.
Shindong found his eyes constantly going to the boys slender hips and long legs. Now he could see why the fans always went on about his legs. He couldn't understand why they completely ignored the pair of twitchy hips attached.
Shindong blinked. What the hell was he thinking about? He shook his head and laughed at himself. He almost missed it, almost missed the slight grin Changmin gave him through the mirror. Shindong didn't raise an eyebrow, his jaw didn't slacken, his face showed not one ounce of the shock that was coursing through him. Changmin had designs of that nature? He was actually conceited? He'd have never thought it. Changmin had always been humble, unless his intellect was questioned.
-2 hours later-
Shindong sat watching Changmin run through the routine he'd designed, flawlessly for the fifth time. Sweat trickled down from Changmin's hair, down to his neck before disappearing into the fabric of his shirt. Shindong followed it and completely missed what Changmin said.
"Hyung, are you really sleeping with your eyes open?"
"Eh?" Shindong smiled when Changmin sighed and threw his hands up. "Sleep?"
"Hyung, you owe me dinner or lunch. It doesn't matter which but you owe me." Changmin said as he walked and picked up his water bottle. Shindong was getting a little uncomfortable, as he watched the legs move across the room. Why was he staring at this boys legs? Sure Changmin was tall and his legs long. He shook his head again. His cheeks felt hot. Lucky for him he was good at keeping a stoic face or Changmin might suspect his "no good" thoughts. He didn't want to upset his dongseng. Then it struck him. How did he owe Changmin lunch...or...dinner? Dinner with Changmin? His cheeks, they burned.
"Yah! What about my payment for the routine?" Shindong said quietly.
"Oh. You wanted that? Maybe we can decide later." Changmin opened a bottle of water drinking heavily from it.
"Maybe? Why is it maybe? I should be compensated." This guy really had become conceited! And Changmin's next words shocked him too.
"I think I'll compensate you. I like the routine."
"Yah? I think I hate this Changmin guy." Shindong pouted. When had he become like this? Changmin started to laugh and sat down on the floor beside him. He looked closely at Shindong and smiled. Shindong stared at him. His smile was really cute, he felt himself responding.
"Why? Oh I see. There are too many Super Junior members and you want a good lunch."
"That's not funny." Yet Shindong laughed along with Changmin. What kind of a spell had been cast on him? He jumped up from the floor and turned away. "I guess we are done." Shindong wiped the dust off of his pants.
"You missed a spot." Changmin's brushed off the side of Shindong's pants. He looked worried. This was the Changmin Shindong remembered; helpful, quiet, sweet. Changmin's arms went around him suddenly and Changmin whispered, "Thank you, Hyung."
Weirdly enough, it kind of happened like it does in the movies; time stopped and his mind went blank. When Changmin had removed himself, smiled and waved as he quickly walked to pick up his stuff, Shindong still felt the boy, felt his arms, his breath tickling his skin. As the door closed behind Changmin, Shindong's legs gave away beneath him.
"Why...?"
-2 weeks later-
Ryeowook peeked into the room. Shindong had been lying on the bed reading some junk he'd found under Heechul's bed. It was interesting. He knew Heechul was addicted to the internet and what the fans were saying, but he never knew Heechul was into this. Heechul didn't even seem to like one couple over another as long as it had him in it. The best parts of the fanfics were those where Heechul had crossed out names and switched positions of the characters. Certain paragraphs were crossed out with "Cannot" written over them. "I wouldn't cry because of that." and "Who do you think you are?" Other things had been written on the printouts. Hyung was indeed one of a kind.
"Shindong," the quiet voice called.
"Hmm?"
"You have a call."
"Ok." Shindong stuffed the papers under his pillow. As of that moment Heechul didn't know who took them and he was likely too embarrassed to go around asking the members. Shindong was still smart enough not to let the other know, anyway.
Shindong followed Ryeowook into the living room going toward the kitchen as Ryeowook went back to the couch. He picked up the phone. "Oh, Hello?"
"Hyung?"
"Donghee, here."
"Um.. yes. When are we going to lunch?" the voice through the line asked.
Shindong froze. He knew that voice. He'd dreamed of the owner of that voice a couple of times in the past two weeks. He froze every time he heard that beautiful voice floating through the house. He couldn't keep his eyes off the boy when he appeared on a show and performed the small routine Shindong choreographed for him. He nearly passed out at some added moves that had been incorporated into the dance. He was sure he'd never told Changmin to do something like that with his hips. Shindong wanted to cover everyone's eyes. "Changmin?" was all he was able to say.
"Uhn, yes. I have a proposition. If I can eat more than you, you will pay for lunch."
Shindong stared at the phone in disbelief. Was this kid crazy? Of course he could eat more than that kid could. Shindong snapped out of his reverie. "Where are we meeting for lunch?"
"Just come on outside and get in the car."
-2 hours later-
Enclosed in a small room with a small table and floor pillows, Shindong laid on the floor, one hand on his aching belly the other covering his eyes. He was stuffed. He couldn't move. How... how could that guy...? Then he heard the scrape of the chopsticks against a bowl. He looked over to see Changmin eating more rice.
"Changmin-ah... I can't... don't eat anymore..."
"Hyung. I'm a growing boy-"
"Yah!! You have grown enough. Why is it that you can eat all of this and grow," he said as he moved his hands up and down away from each other "If I eat like that I would grow," he continued and motioned his hands in a sideways motion away from each other.
"There is a secret."
"What?" Shindong said as he looked up at Changmin. He would sit up but he was just too full to move. "Yah, that's cheating. You came here knowing a secret way to win. How can you treat Hyung this way?" Shindong whined and pouted, although from the younger man's laughs, Changmin wasn't impressed.
"Hyung, I can show you this secret."
"Really?"
"Sure. I'd love to share it with you."
Shindong smiled. "Maybe you aren't so bad."
"Is that so?"
Shindong laughed and groaned from the pain. "I ate too much."
"Then we should get started right away. That way you can learn and you won't feel the pain anymore."
"Ah! Ah! Hurry then! Hurry Up!"
"Close your eyes first. You have to concentrate. So first, close your eyes and think about what you want to taste right now."
Shindong followed the instructions. He didn't want to taste anything right now. He was so full. He heard the rustle of clothes and opened his eyes. Changmin was moving toward him slowly.
"Hyung. I said you have to concentrate on what you want to taste, not look at me."
Shingdong didn't want to taste anything until that moment. He wanted... he wanted to taste Changmin. He grimaced. Like that was possible; tasting Changmin was out of the question. "I have... I will..." Shindong closed his eyes, not to think about what he wanted to taste, but to block it out.
"I'll tell you what I've wanted to taste."
Shindong jumped as Changmin's voice was much closer to him than he'd expected also, Changmin's lips were soft yet scratchy. He felt so much even if it was a quick swipe of his lips. With his open wide open now, Shindong sat up. He wanted to look at Changmin but he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he'd imagined it or if he'd actually...
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stolen that from you. I just didn't know another way..."
Shindong finally turned. "Ah... no, that was fine. I wanted to taste that as well. I'm not nearly as full as I was a while ago. Your secret worked," he said quietly. "...But why me?"
"Why not you? You are the most exasperating man. Yunho-hyung warned me this would be hard. I don't know why it's you but I like you. I've liked you for a while and I've watched you. The more I watched... I was tired of just watching. Okay?"
"Ah. For a while you said?"
"No more questions."
Shindong looked at Changmin closely. He was quite red. "Changmin-ah is undeniably cute right now. I'm just not sure-"
"If you continue with that thought.."
"I have a feeling that it if I say it I'll be hit." Shindong laughed. "So is this... a date?"
"That's an interesting question. Do you still want me to pay?"
"Of course!" Shindong thought about it the moment he'd said it. "Wait no..." Changmin smiled. Whatever this was, wherever it was going, he knew he'd just sold himself to the devil. Damn... at least he was a good looking devil.
"Good... I didn't bring enough to pay for all that I ate."
"Yah! Just what kind of joke is that."
"I'll make it up to you on our next date. I promise. I'll repay you with this." And as their lips met, hands touched, and his dreams slowly unfolded before him, Shindong didn't have a complaint.