{05.} YunHo & ChangMin

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Shuffle Drabbles are back!
# HoMin
# Company – Justin Bieber
# PG | Fluff
# 541 words

“How do you think she stands it?” ChangMin asked, pointing to the TV where their favorite news segment was on. It was a proper local and foreign affairs show, hosted by a very prestigious journalist  (ChangMin's declared 'new bae') and her husband—who, according to ChangMin, probably had bought his media degree with his daddy’s money.

YunHo’s fingers stopped threading through his hair and ChangMin looked up to his boyfriend. They were lazing around on a random afternoon, a rare occasion where they got to rest between over-packed schedules. YunHo’s tea on the coffee table next to ChangMin’s beer, ChangMin’s head resting on YunHo’s thigh comfortably, long limbs relaxed, outstretched—life could be truly amazing sometimes.

“Stands what?”
“Working with her husband the whole day; he must drive her crazy! Seeing him everywhere… At home with his mess, then at the meetings with his idiotic ideas, then on air with his stupid voice! I’d quit. She’s too good for him, too smart, I’m telling you!”

YunHo snorted and gently pulled the other’s hair, earning a whiny gasp. “We work together, you brat. Are you sick of my face? Is this a hint of a kind?”

“Okay, first of all, the whole brat thing only worked when I was sixteen and you believed the leader deal. Ouch!” he laughed off the pinch on his side, moving away to sit cross-legged in front of YunHo, the fancy couch shifting under his weight. “Second, there are times I don’t want to see your stupid face. You’re so irritating!” YunHo pouted and ChangMin rolled his eyes. “Idiot. I would never get tired of this. It’s different… This is… There is… We are… I mean, what we have is…”

Passion.

More than everything, more than chemistry or history, passion and hard work was what run through their veins, what they had shared every single day of their life together. Not only their relationship; their jobs, their day-to-day routine, too. Everything they did, they dove into full-force.

Singing together, feeling the rush of the stage and the faceless voices fueling their adrenaline; training so hard they muscles got so sore they could barely feel them; late nights rehearsing; having shared a common dream for so many years… passion, that’s what it was. Indescribable, wonderful, electrifying passion. The force behind them. Behind their history together.

ChangMin gulped, mouth dry, wishing once again he was more like YunHo—more open, earnest, more daring to speak his feelings, to lay them out for YunHo to understand clearly.

“What are you thinking about?” the older whispered. His smile was soft and endearing, and ChangMin shook his head, smiling in return.
“Nothing. Nothing. Just…” He leaned forward, his fingertips grazing YunHo’s cheeks and pulling him close for a slow deep kiss.

YunHo smiled when their mouths parted that whispery inch. ChangMin had always been paradoxically direct and secretive: if he wanted you to know something, he’d say it to your face fearlessly. If not, he might take it to the grave. It was simply the way he was. Even with how deeply YunHo knew ChangMin, there would always be these times where he just didn’t know what the younger was thinking.

This train of thought, however, YunHo could follow, no questions asked.
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When I was doing SHUFFLE DRABBLES HERE, I used to whip out a lot of drabbles and situations really fast, really naturally. My creativity was on point. I didn’t overthink it. I want to go back to that. Just write for the sake of writing; then if it’s bad, the next will be better. We’ll see how it goes now that I’m back to college, haha.

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