inside the fic: fluffly homin fic with some kyuline, a bit of language, no beta. 

 

 

“Why would you even think,” Changmin glares, putting weight into his shoulder as he brushes past Kyuhyun roughly, “This would be a good idea?” He savors his best friend’s flinch in the wide mirror, sticking his hands under the automatic faucet.  

 

“Was that really necessary?” Kyuhyun says, following after him. He rubs at his aching shoulder, still wincing. 

 

No, his mind supplies; but Changmin ignores it. He stabs at the soap dispenser till the purple gel squirts into his palm, scrubbing the lavender soap into his hands throughly until the skin reddens.

 

He friend totally deserved it; after egging on his Hyung like that! What was he even thinking?! Digging for dirt on Changmin; those mortifying stories of his pre-teen years. He wrinkles his nose, and leans his hands against the sink, dropping his head with a loud sigh of exasperation. This was so not how he pictured his day off. 

 

 Kyuhyun rolls his eyes and walks to the floor-length personal mirror on the opposite wall of the mens room, smoothing the wrinkles in his sweater vest with a two sharp flicks, giving Changmin a dirty look through the mirror at his lack of response. 

 

Changmin tilts his head up, and raises a aloof eyebrow. “If you hadn’t invited him,” Changmin finally continues, pointedly,“Like I told you not too, I wouldn’t be so angry with all of you in the first place.”

 

“Jeez Min,” Kyuhyun sighs. He tilts his head back to stare blankly at the ceiling. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you were being a ridiculous possessive prick, but oh wait—!” He straightens his back and laughs incredulously at Changmin’s blank expression. “I do know better, and that’s exactly what you’re being.”

 

Well . Changmin thins his lips at his friends words. He knows he’s been touchy all night; not even too far of a strech to say ‘irrational’. He turns around to lean agains the sink, and folds his arms; letting Kyuhyun know he’ll hear him out by the tilt of his head. 

 

Kyuhyun scoffs at his sudden compliance.  “Yunho-hyung asked me if Kyuline had any plans tonight, what was I supposed to do? 

 

“Lie to him.” Changmin suggests, brandishing a limp hand at him. 

 

Kyuhyun laughs again; this time with his hands at his hips while facing the ceiling. “Lie to him?! To Jung Yunho—the saint of SMtown? Really, he even beats the almighty Shishus with the goody-two-shoes-ness.”  He gets in Changmin’s face to poke him in the forehead  However, their height difference doesn’t help him much, and Changmin bits the edge of his lips to control a smile.

 

Kyuhyun’s meager attempt to rebut him often reminded him of Yunho when they would have one of their little spats over Changmin’s growth rate, more often so, over the last few years. Although it tends to make photoshoots stressful; Changmin’s honestly fond of the few inches he has on Yunho. His towering figure definitely helps ward off any of those unsavory characters his Hyung always seems to be attracting. 

 

…though his height seems to have no effect on their normal, everyday acquaintances.  Pity. 

 

“If you wouldn’t stop hoarding him all to yourself maybe we’d actually get a chance to hang out with him.” Kyuhyun gives up trying to reach his forehead, and softly knocks his shoulder with a fist. 

 

Changmin’s nostalgic smile dips back into a frown. “I don’t ‘hoard him all to myself’! The spilled water on the side of the sink is getting to him, so he makes to grab some paper from the dispenser drilled to the wall beside him.  He’s too rough though, and ends up tearing the paper towel into tiny ribbons trying to get it out of the stupid box. “Yunho can do whatever he wants.” Changmin retorts, dropping the leaflets of the paper towel into the trashcan below. 

 

“Fine, hide him away in his own separate apartment then,” Kyuhyun slaps a hand to the paper towel box to regain Changmin’s attention, treating him with a wide smile reeking of false innocence. “You know, you only ever let us meet at your apartment? Why is that? Hmm? Why can’t the rest of the ‘family’ come visit you two at his new place every once in a while?” Kyuhyun his head either way at each question.

 

The side of Changmin’s face twitches, a vague urge to slap his friend clouding his thoughts.  Kyuhyun doesn’t seem to notice, and continues his disgusting, forced aegyo. “I mean, have you even been there? I wouldn’t blame Yunho-hyung for not wanting your possessive presence suffocating him.”

 

Changmin’s pout turns steadily into a hard line. That last part wasn’t true. Changmin had been to Yunho’s new apartment twenty three times already; in fact, he had plans to head over later that day. He looks over  Kyuhyun’s exasperated face contemplatively. 

 

What if he did what Kyuhyun was suggesting? Just imagining all their favorite Dongsaengs and Sunbaes crowding Yunho’s home, eating his horrible homemade food, fawning over the exquisite drapes Changmin had helped him pick out post move, being allowed into his private space; a space that only Changmin and Yunho’s family have been allowed entrance…

 

“No.”

 

Kyuhyun gives him a startled look, then shakes his head with a aggravated sigh.

 

“You two alright in there?” Jonghyun; Kyuhyun’s favorite, pokes his head through the restroom door unsurely. His eyebrows are pinched, as if he didn’t want to interrupt any importance conversion between the two.  

 

Changmin snorts internally. The whole conversation was ridiculous if he was being honest with himself. He was fighting over visiting rights of his Hyung in the mens room, with his best friend. This was probably the least important conversation of his entire life. 

 

“We’re fine,” Kyuhyun replies, at Changmin’s silence. His best friend brushes past Changmin’s shoulder harshly, payback from earlier. 

 

Changmin coughs at the light contact, and hides his annoyance behind his hand. He gives Jonghyun an assuring glance and places a hand on the boys shoulder, guiding them both out back into the dinning area. The dimly lit restaurant and bar is mostly deserted at the late hour. 

 

It’s one of Changmin’s favorites actually. Vintage, but still chic, a mismatch of monochrome installations, and just the right touch of comfort; abstract one-of-a-kind sculptures placed at the center of each table. There’s one that looks vaguely like Yunho’s infamous ‘Rhinoceros’ sketch he did on Running Man a couple years ago. It makes Changmin grin like a fool every time he sees it. Sometimes he wonders if the owner would ever part with it, thinking it a interesting gift for the older man, if there were ever an occasion for it.

 

Speaking of Yunho, Changmin stopped and stared at the empty seat beside Minho in growing worry and frustration; where the hell was he?!

 

“What did you say that made Yunho-hyung leave?” Minho sips his hard lemonade loudly, eyes ping-ponging between the two returning Hyungs. 

 

Changmin ignores the boy and grudgingly faces Kyuhyun, who returns to his seat without looking the least bit surprised at the lack of Yunho at their table. 

 

“I don’t know Minho-ah, maybe Shim-hyung heres crabby attitude was a turn off, and he decided to seek better company?” Kyuhyun grabs his drink and takes a sip, leveling Changmin with a deadpanned look.

 

Minho tilts his head up at the agitated aura that permeates between the two. “Is everything alright?” He asks again, weary. His wide eyes shoot between Kyuhyun and Changmin, and finally drift off onto Jonghyun, who’s slowly melting into the leather booth across from him. 

 

“Everything fine Minho-goon.” Changmin grits out between his teeth. He grabs his raincoat and stuffs his long arms through the appropriate holes, ignoring Kyuhyun’s own complacent murmurs to the rest of ‘Kyuline’. 

 

He heads to the door, gets about ten paces, then stops; turning back tosnatch Yunho’s jacket off the back of his vacated chair. Barely an inch from Minho’s! For God’s sake, have these idiots ever heard of the concept of personal space? He gives the innocent Minho an accusatory glare, and stomps out the door of the restaurant to go catch his overdramatic Hyung. 

 

“—But seriously, is Yunho-hyung alright? He left so suddenly…” Jonghyun’s meek voice registers clearly in the awkward silence between the three men left. 

 

“It’s not him you need to worry about,” Kyuhyun says, regaining the tables attentions as he throws back a tense shot of his glass of wine. “At least Shim knows how to say ‘I’m sorry’.”

 

Minho fiddles anxiously at the cellphone in his hands, and Jonghyun continues to make shifty eyes at the door, not seeming to find comfort in his words. Kyuhyun rolls his eyes at the two younger members and stands abruptly;, startling the other two boys, and leans over their booth, placing an arm around each of their shoulders, and says in a conspiring hush: “Look, it’s gonna be fine, okay? Changmin and Yunho-hyung are the best of friends; no, something even stronger than that. They have petty fights like this all the time, and usually forgive each other with a snap of the fingers. No big deal.” Kyuhyun pats the kids shoulders in a awkward comforting motion. “But if you want,” Kyuhyun adds wearily, “We can watch from the windows to make sure they don’t tear each other into tiny bits…?”

 

Minho’s eyes sparkle like twin stars, and nods his head enthusiastically, similar to an overexcited dog. In contrast, an answering smile of relief blooms on Jonghyun’s handsome face. 

 

Kyuhyub face palms internally.

 

Why does he organize these meetings again?

 

He nods his head encouragingly towards the windows, a fake grin straining his cheeks. He guesses it could be worse. Siwon could have tagged along. He shivers violently.

 

Happy thoughts Kyu, happy thoughts. 

——

Changmin pushes the door open with a little too much force, and it creaks ominously. He jerks back and closes it with caution, not wanting to create another thing to fix in the antique store.  

 

The wind has picked up since they first arrived. A light shower damps Changmin’s cheeks. Now he wishes he’d brought Yunho’s old soccer cap his Hyung kept forgetting at Changmin’s apartment every time he  comes over.

 

He squints at the down the dark shadowed road. A car with its headlights blaring makes a turn from the opposite side of the street. The bright beams illuminate the street in front of him, blinding Changmin as well in the process, but he catches a curved shadow and a flash of feathered, strawberry red somewhere to his right.  

 

Found him. 

 

Yunho looks a little lost, and a lot ‘frustrated’. He squats on the curb of the sidewalk not a few meters from the restaurants door, arms curled around his long legs as he stares down the lonely road contemplatively, occasionally patting around his pants pockets as if checking for something. 

 

Changmin bites his lips and turns his head down to hide his ridiculous grin. It’s too obvious what had happened. Yunho stomps outside, gets lost, and returns, looking around for a cab, then realizing he’s forgotten his jacket; which has his wallet, of course, but he’s obviously too unsure; too proud, to walk back into the restaurant to get it when he’s already made his dramatic exit. 

 

And now it’s started to rain and the barely lit road outside the not-so well-known bar is empty. Changmin makes his way over to the shorter man, and pauses just inches from this back, holding his breath in juvenile amusement. 

 

Yunho pauses minutely and his head to one side, sniffing lightly at the air. A raindrop lands on his tilted nose and he sniffles, startled. Changmin can’t contain the stupid giggle the tears his lips apart, his teeth shining big and bright as he beams at curling red hairs that enhance the line of Yunho’s long, graceful neck. Yunho jerks forward a step, then immediately drops his tense shoulders when his surprised thoughts register the familiar laugh. 

 

“Did you get stuck?” 

 

“I, um,” Yunho says, relaxing as Changmin curls a steadying hand on his shoulder. “I couldn’t catch a cab.”

 

“Couldn’t catch one, or couldn’t find a way to pay for one?” Changmin tosses his Yunho’s jersey coat over his shoulder, watching patiently as the other immediately digs through the pockets, breathing a sigh of relief when he pulls the leather wallet from a zipped side pocket. 

 

Changmin pays attention to how Yunho turns out all the pockets in the coat, until he finds his cellphone, house keys, and pack of gum, each time breathing a sigh of relief when he gathers them in his hands. 

 

He thinks about Yunho’s compassion, his careful attention for each object; even for something as worthless as a 20 cent pack of gum. Things mean a lot to Yunho, little things, important things; notions and ideas, dreams and the world itself, though nothing means more to Yunho, then the people in it. 

 

“You can hang out with my friends whenever you want Hyung,” Changmin says abruptly.  The words slip from his lips unbidden. Like word vomit; completely involuntarily. He checks out a Hyundai parked close to them in the restaurants parking lot, feeling tall and awkward. That’s as close to an apology as Yunho was going to get. 

 

“You mean our friends?” Yunho huffs, but a knowing grin creeps onto his face at Changmin’s words. He makes an attempt to grab Changmin into a headlock, but without Changmin slumping; as he usually does these days, Yunho’s fingertips barely skim his fringe. Yunho pouts until Changmin ducks his head obediently, allowing the older man to pet his wind-ruffled locks.

 

“Are you sure, Changminnie? It really didn’t seem like you wanted me there,” Yunho says, biting his cheek unsurely as he remembers the younger’s tense form. “I mean, you just sat theire glaring the entire time we were all talking.” He suddenly scraps his nails lightly on Changmin’s scalp. “I’m friendly with a lot of our Hobaes you know, I’m pretty sure a lot of them like me, too.”

 

Changmin jerks away petulantly, and glances back at the restaurant, frowning darkly at the silhouettes he can barely make out through the glass windows.  Kyuhyun’s white palms are easily distinguishable against the tinted glass, Minho’s blurred form right up beside him, eyes wide, and even more frog-like than usual. The flash of Jonghyun’s white teeth from his gaping mouth makes Changmin roll his eyes, and he shifts further in front of Yunho to better hide him from the band of peeping toms.

 

I know. That’s the problem. They like you even more than me. 

 

He glances at the dorks behind him again. This might actually be more embarrassing than his pre-teen stories narrated from an eye-witnesses point of view; Yunho-hyung in that evenings case. He really needed to get new friends. 

 

Too busy trying to communicate to the rest of Kyuline to mind their own damn business with just his large eyes, and jumping, caterpillar eyebrows, Changmin doesn’t immediately register the cool soft flesh against his lips until the pressure is already gone, and Yunho’s back to standing next to him at a normal distance. 

 

“Did you just kiss me?” Changmin squawks. His skin heats in mortification when his voice breaks. Great, now he sounds like a bird. A giant, constipated, bird-man going through puberty. Lovely. He thinks he might have heard multiple thumps from the restaurants area but he’s too shocked to turn around now. It was so sudden. Why? Why kiss him? His Hyung? Kiss him? Now? 

 

… and why is Changmin not feeling disgusted in the slightest? 

 

Changmin surveys Yunho’s pale face and trembling form calculatingly. Yep, theres a little shock, and a overwhelming wave lot of confusion… but not a single drop of revulsion. Hmm. 

 

“N-No,” Yunho stutters. He looks panicked and shakes his head furiously. It strikingly reminds Changmin of Mangdoongi, after giving him a bath. The red hairs flutter around his face, the damp curls pasting to the sides of his face. He’s been outside longer than Changmin, so he’s a bit damper. He looks younger; lost. 

 

Changmin is past the startled faze; just barely, and levels Yunho with a hard stare, folding his arms clinically. “Then what did you do, Yunho-hyung? Are you indirectly calling me a liar?”

 

Yunho backpedals. “Ah yes, Changminnie…—I mean no! Our lips touched, alright I’ll admit it.” He looks away from Changmin for a second, then looks back with gathered courage. “But it wasn’t a kiss.”

 

Changmin stares blankly at his Hyung. “Yunho, what are you even talking abo—”

 

“It was a ppoppo*.”

 

Changmin is dumbfounded. Yunho is giving him one of those determined looks; his lips pursed and his jaw set, but there’s this familiar, underlying sense of insecurity that shines clear in his dark eyes. 

 

“I’m not going to kiss you unless you want me too, I owe you that much,” Yunho compromises. He looks tired. Drained. Changmin knew going out today was a bad idea. He was gonna stuff it in Kyuhyun’s face later, just wait. 

 

Changmin huffs and unfolds his arms and lets them fall to his sides limply. “So you get to steal kisses from me whenever you want and just say they’re ppoppo’s and don’t really mean anything, until I tell you they do?” 

 

Yunho bites his lower lip worriedly. Yeah Hyung, that’s exactly how that sounds. 

 

“No Changminnie, thats not…” Yunho pauses, his bright expression fading as a star loosing its light.  

 

Changmin hums in his throat and looks away from the downtrodden face. 

 

Theres a sudden thump from behind him, and Changmin glances back to see Kyuhyun and Minho throwing themselves against the restaurant window repeatedly, arms waving spastically as they voicelessly holler at him from behind the thick glass.  Jonghyun stands still beside them, but he winks, and tilts his head towards Yunho’s slumped form. 

 

Go catch your Yunho, Changmin-hyung. He’s waiting for you. 

 

Changmin swallows his uncertainties and nods back. He steps forward; unsure, then forces himself to wrap a hand around the nape of Yunho’s neck, rubbing the skin with the pad of his thumb. It’s surprisingly soft. He’d always imagined the skin to be rough for some reason, not so gentle; vulnerable, like a girl’s. 

 

He tilts Yunho’s head up gently,  eyes flicking over the older man’s shocked face. He slides up hand up the long neck into thick, strawberry red hair, tangling his fingers in the shiny locks. He tugs lightly

 

Yunho makes a sound low in his throat, then jerks his head up, giving Changmin a startled look he hadn’t meant to make such a noise. The animalistic sound of pleasure is more than enough consent for Changmin, and he leans forward sharply to seal their mouths together.

 

—

Yunho’s lips are warm and a little wet, like he just them. Changmin blinks at the full lashes as Yunho closes his eyes, completely giving himself into the kiss.

 

A switch flips in his head, and he tugs the older man closer, drowning the surprised groan with his tongue. It’s sloppy and wet, and a little disgusting if Changmin’s being honest, but he doesn’t care, and continues to make out with Yunho because God, it felt good, and so ing right. 

 

“Changmin was that… ?” Yunho is gasping when he’s finally able to pull away from Changmin’s startling strong grip. The younger man’s abrupt enthusiasm make Yunho’s head dance and his eyes swim dizzily.  

 

Changmin pants roughly and places his hand atop Yunho’s head, pulling him against his chest. Yunho’s arms automatically come up to embrace him, patting his back gently when Changmin curls around him tightly. 

 

“That, Yunho,” Changmin breaths, tightening his possesive grip around the man’s hips, “….was a kiss.”

 

 

 

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a/n: the end~ 

*ppoppo: korean word/term for little pecks on the cheek or lips (opposite from romantic/passionate ‘kisses’)

Ihopethismadesense omo~

*originally posted on my tumblr*