EDIT: reposted because of horrible, terrible setting inaccuracies, my fail, sorry. ;.;

Changmin grumbles to himself, ripping the blank paper out of the notebook, crinkling it up and tossing it into the wastebasket in the corner. It makes it in with a imaginary swoosh. Changmin leaning his head back with a sigh feeling slightly gratified, though the win does little to relax him.

The paper had been blank, so really, there was no reason to toss it away. But that white expanse of nothingness had been teasing him relentlessly, reminding him that he wasn’t talented or creative enough to compose a few measly lyrics to a song.

Changmin stares at the equally blank ceiling, letting another sigh escape his lips. He twists so the wind becomes a bliss-less whistle. 

He settles in memories of Yunho’s own attempts at whistling, Changmin’s obviously clearer and more defined than the elder’s.

Changmin likes it when he beats Yunho at something. Not for the sake of being competitive. He doesn’t really know why, but he just likes to win over his Hyung. 

Changmin let’s his mind drift, letting memories come in and out of focus. One in particular comes to mind and he lets it play out in his head.

As usual Changmin is interrupted from his thoughts with a shout from the intercom, and the key pad beeping at least three times from an incorrect password input before Yunho bounds through the door, closing it with a soft click. He removes his shoes and uses his socks to slid on the carpet over to Changmin. 

Changmin is slightly annoyed at the antics, but turns down his iPod and moves his legs to make room for the other’s tired body. 

Yunho is oblivious as usual, and sets his keys on the table before dropping onto the plush cushions of the love-seat beside him.

“Changmin!” Yunho grins, and calls his name uselessly. Isn’t it obvious that Changmin is aware of his presence? You’d have to be truly blind, and deaf to not notice Jung Yunho.

“Guess what?” Yunho continues excitedly. 

Changmin raises his eyebrow in response.

“What Hyung?” 

“I found my solo song finally!” Yunho bursts out, his entire face brightening in response to the beautiful grin blossoming, “It was really funny. Hyung and I were listening to the demo tracks one by one, trying to pick out a ballad for our album, and then we found this one, and it was so perfect! I immediately told him it had to be my solo track. I mean the guy singing it actually sounded just like me, so if his voice sounds that good singing it then mine will be perfect and then hyung said--”

Changmin watches Yunho’s mouth move, his mind tuning out as he listens to Yunho’s excited noises, his animated lips parting and closing rhythmically. The younger one is forced to focus when Yunho takes the time to wave his IPad in his face. Changmin catches the title before pushing it back at the excited elder. 

Honey Funny Bunny

Changmin wonders, surprised, if the song is as cutesy and upbeat as it sounds. He knows the fans would be shocked to see Yunho perform with bloated cheeks and a Orange Caramel-esc dance routine, even though he knew his Hyung would be perfect for such a number. 

“Look, look, I have some ideas for the choreography already~”

Yunho takes a few steps back, frames his face with his hands, forming them into an L shape, then extending them upwards in a motion that semblance rabbit ears, humming a few bars along with the action.  

Changmin’s uncontrollable smile becomes further irresistible. A familiar, friendly feeling warming him from the inside out. 

“It’s good, Hyung,” Changmin grins, shifting to cross his legs comfortably. 

“Really?” 

Excited, Yunho continues to explain the details of his new solo song, performing example moves that make Changmin rethink his original thoughts of the song being of the “cutesy” genre. 

Immersed in the memory, he takes up his pen, and notebook, making notes and scribbles. Adding bits and pieces of a relationship that has become something more than mere friendship, more than two people meeting by circumstantial reasons.

By the time memory has played out, and repeated many times, Changmin’s page is full, and his song complete. 

Immediately he picks up his phone and dials the albums producer, letting him know Changmin's finished writing the lyrics for his solo, and he’s ready to record whenever they want. As he’s still talking his phone vibrates. Checking the screen Changmin notes Yunho has sent him a text. Bringing his phone back to his ear, he asks the producer to wait for a moment, then quickly checks the text. 

To: Changmin

From: Yunho

What’s for dinner Changdola~? °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Changmin grins fondly, and keys a response before returning to his call. 

To: Yunho

From: Changmin

How does spaghetti carbonara sound? :P

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Confession (English translation)

That slightly cold dawn, when the darkness lifted, 

and the dim lights turned off one by one 

This path that I'm already used to, 

where I watch you tell me that it's already too late, 

and I purposely return to somewhere far away.

Not once, not for a moment, 

did I think that I would become a "me" without you. 

But as time passes, as if nothing had happened, 

I'll probably be able to forget everything some time in the future.

There are still some times when I walk down that path where I still can't forget you, 

remembering the first time you approached me and we kissed.

If you, too, happen to stumble across that path, 

please just laugh and brush it off, and quicken down the path that you were originally walking. 

Not once, not for a moment, 

did I think I would become a "me" without you.

But as time passes, 

as if nothing had happened, 

I'll probably be able to forget everything some time in the future.

I miss you, who, 

at my shy confession that I wasn't able to voice in a manly way, merely quietly approached me. 

I want to return to the past...

Because I believed you were "forever", 

because you were everything to me, 

I can't erase you so easily. 

But perhaps, sometime in the future, when time passes, 

I'll be able to see this as a story that I'll momentarily smile at, 

a fever that I'll keep as a memory, and live on.

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Drabble 4: a new way to interpret Yunho’s presence in the same room when Changmin wrote “Confession”

translation used from: http://lyrics5-5.livejournal.com/3772.html