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This blog post is a ff I written when I was in a mood seeing Changmin being a ty wife. What do you thinks? It's not official yet but I just really looking for beta-opinion. 

 

Triangle (the title proposed for this fiction)

tag would be.... yoochunxchangmin, yoomin, yunhoxchangmin, homin

Here's how the story goes.... Changmin, a chaebol married to another chaebol, Yoochun but at the same time having an affair. Sound simple? yup. As simple as that. 

So now we see how the story goes....

 

I’m on my way back

Can’t wait to see you soon honey - YP

 

 

 

Changmin peeked open one eye, reading the text in his half-conscious mind state, barely awake with his ruffled bed hairs.

His eyes jerked open as soon as he realized the severity of what the text is indicating of. Uncaring of their tangle limps or the grunting muffle made by his bed partner, he limped his way to the bathroom, heading for a quick shower, removing every trace of infidelity before he gets ready to leave the love nest. Every pieces of their clothing and traces of their coupling were everywhere inside the hotel room.

Hotel room, hah.

Changmin would laugh his off about this whole ridiculous mess that he had gotten himself into. Shim Changmin and his bed partner are both people with status, the sole reason they did it in the hotel was because they are being sub-conscious of their status, being careful of every watchful eyes as each of them bear heavy weight and reputation that came along with their respective names.

 

The moment the hot shower touches his body, Changmin moaned in pleasure.

Ah… just exactly what the doctor’s order.

He lends his arms on the marble tiles by the wall and let the hot water running through his body, feeling how his muscles ease with each and every moment passing by. He closed his eyes and was tempted to enjoy the moment of bliss when he felt a pair of familiar arms wrapped around his waist, joining him inside the shower cubicle. A pair of bow shaped lips attached themselves on his shoulder blade, tracing and the area below his neck in a way he knew how that made Changmin moans over the attention.

 

“You weren’t there in bed. I thought I’d missed you slipped off from me.” Yunho’s husky voice resonance along with the sound of water hitting the marble tiles in the cubicle as he continued kissing and Changmin’s sensitive skin, the and whining sound he made only fueled his desire even more.

 

“I need to go… he’s coming back soon” Changmin muttered under the attention he was receiving, he turned around from the other’s hold and wrapped his arms around his neck, his grin hold at least ten different meanings and Yunho knew all too well about it. Not even the slightest hesitation, he wrapped his hands under Changmin’s legs and lifted him off the floor, securing him around his hip as he carried the other toward the bathroom sink, deciding the other had enough hot shower as it is. He trapped him there with his gaze,

“And if I don’t allow you to go just yet, what are you going to do about it?” Yunho’s question laced with challenge behind it, Changmin lifted an eyebrow over the tone and caresses Yunho’s chin with the palm of his hand, noticing the roughness from the facial hair that was beginning to form on his lover’s face. He tsked, and made a grab on the razor blade and some shaving cream. He placed the two items somewhere close to him and thumbed Yunho’s lower lips, 

 

“You know you can’t hold me here. We made it clear on our deal when we started this… ” Changmin smirked and uncapped the shaving cream bottle, taking a generous amount of it and start applying on Yunho’s face.

“This is supposed to be an affair and a one-time-thing, ” there was something dangerous and seducing about the way Changmin holds the blade and purposely traced along Yunho’s jaw line with it. The fact that Yunho hasn’t flinch even the slightest was enough to show how much he trusted Changmin. His beloved, the one that hold his heart. His hands settle on Changmin’s hip, a smirk decorated his face and he let Changmin do as he pleases with him. “You holding me here, is breaking our arrangement and thus, violating our agreement. Do you wish to pay for the penalties?” Changmin asked him teasingly and starts rubbing the blade down the other’s jawline, purposely removing all the facial hairs there. “And besides, don’t you have someone waiting for you as well.” His last remarked was laced with less purpose as his focus had gather more on the task he was currently doing by now.

 

Yunho grunted and pinched Changmin’s , god he hates the other sometime. Always reminding him of the agreement and left him hanging that way. Changmin chuckle was held,

“Ah. Ah. Ah. I’m holding a blade here, if I were you I wouldn’t do that. What if I cut you?”

 

“You wouldn’t. I trust you.”

 

“You trust me too much”

 

“I do, it’s just you who doesn’t trust me enough. You should have just wait a bit longer. I would have returned back to you in no time.” Yunho’s last remark earned a sigh, he knew Yunho was talking about the past, the past that they have shared together. It is a subject that Changmin least favorite about and he was determined to keep it that way.

 

Changmin sighed, again with this. He put the blade down and cupped Yunho’s face, half of his chin still covered in shaving cream while the other half was already cleaned.

“You know this doesn’t work that way. We broke up remember? This should have never happen in the first place.” Changmin sighed and removed himself from the other’s trap between his arms, he got off the bathroom counter and was heading into the room before Yunho quickly took a hold onto his wrist again.

“Don’t say that. I’m sorry. It was mean of me. I take it back. You can go. Just… promise me, you’ll see me again.” Yunho pulled Changmin closer toward him and brought him closer, his chest meeting Changmin’s back as he wrapped his arm around him and buried his face down on his neck. Changmin eyed Yunho’s broken exterior, the all-time-superior Jung Yunho during the clock hours seemed nothing but a big façade in front of everyone except for him. He turns around and pampered his lover’s face with butterfly kisses.

“You know I would never stop seeing you, Yun-ah.” Carefully using nickname he once used while they were dating, “You’re my salvation, of course I’ll keep coming back to you.”

And that is exactly how this scandalous, despicable thing keeps repeating itself, all because none of them put a stop to this.

 

 

 

 

 

Changmin straighten the lapel on his coat, his nasty tangle bed-hair doesn’t seem to cooperate with him, but he tried too anyway as he used the reflection on the elevator door to fix in, on his way up to his apartment, well… their shared apartment, the Park’s. Yes, he is a Park.

He fisted into his jacket pocket, searching for an object he knew he had kept it there before his previous appointment with Yunho. A habit he developed whenever he was meeting Yunho, taking off the silver band encircled his ring finger, not wanting to stain the oath and promise he had made in front of the priest and everyone else that had came to witness on their wedding day, that was… three years ago. He found the said item a moment later, and just right on cue, the elevator arrived at his floor as soon as he finished wearing the ring back on where it belongs too.

 

Shim…

wait no longer a Shim.

 

Park Changmin arrived at his apartment, with the silver band encircled around his left ring finger and he punched the code to his house… their house. He saw a pair of familiar leather shoes, an approval smile formed on his lips the way Yoochun kept his shoes arranged neatly at the entrance of the door, if it’s any indication, his husband was already back. He noticed the missing pair of house slipper, and took his own out as he arranged his shoes.  

 

“Minnie, you’re home.”

 

Changmin lifted off his eyes from the floor, eyeing his husband that he hasn’t seen for the past three days. The loving smile decorated Yoochun’s face over the sight that his wife finally returned home. They were caught in a staring contest for a moment, before Changmin finally broke into a small smile and strolled closer to where Yoochun was, lazing around the couch while flipping through the channel. He was wearing a pair of PJ, one of their couple items given to them when they got married. The fabric was cotton and soft against the skin so Changmin had nothing to complaint about it being a couple items. Yoochun’s blue and his was red, with little stars adoring the pattern. It was cliché, but Changmin wore them occasionally. Because he didn’t hate the pajama, nor does he hates his husband.

Their wedding was arranged between both of their families and the two of them did their roles to fit each other’s image. Park Yoochun, being the dutiful husband and conducts all his responsibility toward their families and their immerging business while Park Changmin as the trophy wife, managing the household and taking care of his husband welfare as well as managing a small label of his own, and some of the smaller branch of their joint business venture. Both of them looking as the best ideal couple in term of the cooperate society.

 

Changmin entered the living room, strolling in his casual pace as he went to where his husband was and landed a peck on his cheek before walking toward the kitchen for a glass of water. He didn’t say much nor did Yoochun complaints about it. He opened the fridge and grabbed the jug of water, pouring himself a glass when he felt Yoochun’s presence behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and back-hugged him. Changmin acts unaffected, but the sway on both of their bodies caused by him brought gentle smile on Yoochun’s face.

 

“Tired?” He asked Changmin gently, “How was your day?” His warm breathe fell on Changmin’s exposed neck. He hummed and welcomed the touch.

 

“Running errands, you know, here and there. So, how was yours? Did it end wells with the seal on the contract?” Changmin stopped his swinging and turned to his back, getting serious as he faced Yoochun properly, staring at his husband face he hasn’t see for a while. There were new trace of weariness right under the man’s eyes but other than that, Changmin still spot the same glint in the eyes he once saw during their wedding, as they stood facing one another on the altar. He lends closer, playfully nibbled on the other’s chin.

“Of course I did well love, this is Park Yoochun you’re talking about. I wouldn’t dare to face my lovely wife if I hadn’t done so well. ”

Changmin hummed and continued his administration on the other, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on the other chin down to his neck while Yoochun simply allowed himself to bask in the attention he was given. He loves his wife, and the fact that they had been married for three years despite the lack of talk about having any children on their own.

Park Yoochun is already content having such lovely wife for himself. He was 30 when he had agreed to meet Shim Changmin for the very first time in a blind date set by both of their parents. His impression on the other male was pure adoration and awe, the way Changmin behaved in front of him, so proud, intelligent and untouchable, like a proud peacock he was, parading in all glory and richness from his family. The Shim and Park families are well known for their reputation in business and trading. Yoochun wasn’t that all surprise when he heard about the arrangement between their families, a file, describing all about Shim Changmin was sent to him the moment he had learnt about his fiancé. Shim Changmin, 23 years old, a fresh graduate from the Seoul University.  They were engaged for two months, before they finally get married.

 

Changmin purposely bites Yoochun’s neck harder, leaving his teeth mark there when he sensed the other was drifting off along in his own thoughts. “You’re not here, where were you?” He pulled away and eyed his husband. Yoochun’s hands are secured wrapped around his waist.

“I’m here. Just thinking back about our first meeting. ” Yoochun chuckled sheepishly and shook his head, his hand slipped underneath the other’s shirt, caressing his skin around his hip. “Come to bed with me?” He asked him seductively, lean closer and inhale his spouse’s scent.

Changmin tentatively pushed Yoochun away from him a little, turning on the sink and saw his used glass.

“In a moment. I need to take care of a few things first.”

He starts rinsing the glass, putting it back to the cabinet and open up the fridge, taking out a few ingredients he needed to prepare for tomorrow breakfast. “Go to bed first Yoochun, I’ll be right there in just a moment.” Yoochun eyed Changmin’s movement for a moment, his thought ran a bit on the things that had been going on at the office. He hold onto his spouse’s hand, halting Changmin’s ranting about all the list of menu he would like to prepare for tomorrow’s breakfast. “Jagi, you would always stay by my side right? Even when I’m old and grumpy. You would always stay by my side right, even when that happen.”

 

Changmin eyed his husband in surprise over the sudden questions, almost like he needed reassurance, his eyebrows crooked and his eyes formed suspicious, staring back into Yoochun’s doubtful eyes. Like his husband was asking for a confirmation from him. Doing what he always did best, he reassured the husband, linking his other free hand with Yoochun’s. “As long as you still want me Chun. If you were already an old man, then by that time, I’ll be an old man as well, probably a lot grumpier than you’ll ever imagine. When that happen, I’ll be the one to ask you that.” The pair exchanged smiles, as they comforting one another.

 

 

    

 

Few days later,

 

The sound of skin slamming into one another filled the room, accompanied with satisfied groans along with panting moans coming from the pair as they fulfilled their needs on each other. Their fingers intertwined as the matching set of rings met with one another again. Yoochun made sure to leave trail of hickeys around his spouse’s neck, marking him as his as both of them reaching their . He’s close, very close and the sight of his wife underneath him like this only fueled his desire even more. He wants to see Changmin’s breaking, want to see the proud image of Changmin breaks underneath his touch.

“Chun… hurry.” Changmin pants, his breathing is uneven but his sane mind is still working, urging his spouse to just hurry up and finished the job already. He knew how Yoochun loves to take things slow, making every they had passionate making every bits boosting his ego and pride in maintaining his figure and looks. But today they couldn’t do that. Not when there’s an important gala to attend to in just another hour.

“Just hang on a bit love, almost there.” He s one final time before loading inside the other, he pants, tired and slumped his weight onto his spouse. Changmin grunts a few times before he had his as well. Now they both are too out of breath to do anything, simply just taking their time to recover from the ecstasy, both laying onto one another with Yoochun spooning him from the back. Changmin mindlessly caressing Yoochun’s dark long hair, untangling some lose strand when he finally asked,

“What’s the matter? You never been that urgent before. Is something wrong?” he tentatively asked, turning his face around so he can face the other man laying on top of him.

Yoochun shook his head, and cupped his wife’s face, leaning into for a kiss, distrusting his own voice to utter anything at the moment. Changmin sensed the urgency in the kiss but decided to not saying anything about it. He tried to retrace back the event that had taken in place today just in case he did something wrong to upset his husband and found none, so far, well except that one little fact that start with the name Jung.

 

The day started off with the same routine as usual with Changmin busy preparing the breakfast as Yoochun casually taking a dosage of his caffeine while reading the news. The couple had been up early in the morning with Changmin spending his morning in their private working out room, and Yoochun played a few notes on the piano. After having breakfast together and exchanged their goodbye kiss, Yoochun heads toward the office and him toward his own design line and managing a smaller scale of business here and there. That evening their both assistances notify them about the gala that would soon take place later that evening and just as usual, the couple were invited there.

 

Changmin reached home earlier than Yoochun could, he prepared himself well, taking a long bath, filled with lovely fragrance he likes and proceed to pick up the suits for tonight, his and his spouse’s suit. And just he was about to put on the suit he had chosen for himself, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, halting all his movement all together. He tried not to get jumpy and turned around, sighing in relief once he saw who that person was. No other than Park Yoochun instead of a burglar, bringing them to the state they currently at.

 

Glancing over the clock by the night stand, Changmin quickly get up and pulled Yoochun up along with him.

“Come on, we’ll be late. Eomonim has been ringing me about being there on time.” Yoochun let himself getting ushered into the bathroom and let the water from the shower hits his body as Changmin easily fits himself into the cubicle as well, making a grab on the scrub and squeezing some foam into it. The temperature of the water was prefect, not too hot or too cold. He remembered the first time they had showered together, Changmin has surprised him by how hot the water was but now his wife standard seemed to be lowered, he wants to think that as thanks for his wife’s consideration toward him.

Come to think about it, a lot things have changed ever since they started living as newly-wedded. Changmin used to be very cold toward him, uttering very few words, and always do things to the extremist level, but now few things had changed. The consideration Changmin had for him was endless.

The shower ended quick as the time is running short, they had so little time to waste before they needed to get going to the gala tonight.

 

Yoochun takes one final glance at himself and his spouse’s reflection on the tall length mirror and noticed how match their suits are for tonight. Changmin did it again, he even fixed his hair for him. Yoochun’s eyes turn a moment of sadness as he carefully take in the view, picture perfect.

“Chun, micky… is everything alright?” Changmin asked once he detected the silence. His husband has been awfully quite that night, and frankly, seemed to be a bit pale.

“I’m fine Minnie. Everything’s alright.”

“You sure? Do you want to call it a night?”

“Would you let me?”

“Well ma gonna throw a fit when she finds out about you not going but I think it’s not something that I couldn’t handle.”

“Let’s just go then, I don’t want you to waste all the effort that you put through.”