{07.} KyuHyun & ChangMin

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Get Over You by The Kicks (entry #1 for the Indie Music Drabble Fest) 
Pairing: Broken!Changmin/KyuHyun {main}; YunHo/ChangMin {side}
Rating: PG-13
Note: miiight do the sequel, sometime

To say that Jung YunHo is perfect is an understatement.

He’s the kind of guy who would come to your rescue even if you were calling at three a.m. because you’re stranded in the middle of nowhere and you needed someone to find you. What’s more, YunHo would find you.

He’s a dancer. He always has practice yet still manages to see ChangMin almost every day and bring food along to the bank where ChangMin boringly works. He reaches for the check yet allows ChangMin to pick it up when he really insists. He lets ChangMin pick the movies and listens to whatever ChangMin wants. He opens doors for him. He’s the perfect pillow. His legs are fucking gorgeous.

On top of that he’s incredibly sexy. He’s the best lover ChangMin’s ever had…
Hm. Well.
…Is he, now?

It is true, after all, that his love affair with KyuHyun had been short lived. They were too similar to really work—both stubborn, both proud, both fucking children trying to get their act (and degrees) together.

But damn, when they were together they had this… this chemistry. This thing which hasn’t really faded and ChangMin hasn’t really felt since that last angry fuck in the library bathroom.

ChangMin remembers that zing, that electric current that ran through him whenever his and KyuHyun’s hands touched, the sparkles, the naughty smiles, the stolen kisses…

And okay. KyuHyun was rude. He watched too much porn and prioritized video games over life. He was a sore loser. He never left ChangMin the last slice of anything. After he had got that job he loved so fucking much he worked at ungodly hours, even if ChangMin asked him not to. He spoke his mind with not an ounce of filtering. He hurt people’s feelings. He acted as if every human on Earth was too stupid to have a conversation with him. He disliked most of ChangMin’s friends. The feeling was mutual.

Honestly—KyuHyun sucked. KyuHyun sucked as a boyfriend in every possible way, okay? ChangMin feels terrible for even making the comparison between two so different people. He’s with YunHo. He should be happy and grateful and glad… But he just can’t help it.

Not after the incident.

ChangMin was nonchalantly walking to the gym, just like any other guy would do, when suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey, stranger!”

ChangMin can swear his mouth went dry the minute those lips smiled at him. He still gets the same reaction, just thinking about it.

And they—they went for coffee! They sat on a booth right next to each other. Excitement was pooled deep and swirling in ChangMin’s stomach and he hated himself for thinking about how clean the coffee shop bathrooms would be; acceptable enough to fuck or ew-I-wouldn’t-even-let-you-blow-me-there dirty? But as soon as they sat and KyuHyun looked him in the eye, those dark brown eyes intense and fixated on his features, that was the first thing on ChangMin’s mind.

“To say that I have missed you is an understatement” KyuHyun whispered, and damn him. Why can he still not talk like a normal person? ChangMin’s heart beat faster nonetheless, even more so when KyuHyun leaned forward, their mouths a mere inch apart.

“I’m with someone” ChangMin blurted out, because he should have done so from the beginning. He shouldn’t have had said yes to coffee at all—was he insane?

KyuHyun just chuckled—fucking chuckled!—and then he leaned all the way in, kissing ChangMin, kissing him just the right way. And ChangMin allowed to be kissed. NO! ChangMin actually kissed back.

His thin and elegant hands grabbed KyuHyun’s neck and pulled him closer, dragging KyuHyun forward and letting himself be literally pressed against the wall. Heat crept up his neck and colored his cheeks as KyuHyun’s hands slid under his shirt and ChangMin swore he was forgetting how to breathe.

They parted forcefully, ChangMin letting his head bump the wall behind him to no effect. He was numb. His whole body was tingling.

KyuHyun looked at his watch and grimaced. He took out his wallet and slid a white business card across the table, towards ChangMin.

“This is my new number. Call me, gorgeous” and that sassy wink—just who does that son of a bitch think he is?

Fucking Cho KyuHyun.

And now, in the guilty refuge of his and YunHo’s bedroom, ChangMin stares at his phone. The contact, saved just as “A” (for asshole, if someone’s wondering), glitters amongst the others.

Can he really do this? Call his ex to hook up and act like nothing’s happened afterwards? Just a quick remembrance of that sparkle that used to make his heart race, his blood pump—it wouldn’t be more than that. Would it really be all that terrible?

The front door opens and YunHo is calling his name, all sweet and excited and claiming to have bought this new amazing snack at the foreign treats supermarket across his studio.

When he gets to where he is, ChangMin leaps up and hugs him, somewhat relieved. He had been about to do something horrible, and had rationalized it to make it seem like it would be a harmless slip up. He’s the worst, really.

YunHo pulls away to kiss him, and ChangMin sighs. Those lips he adores, this human he loves… and yet, when he side-glances at the offending device—the cellphone screen lights up with a text, from a friend, asking them to confirm for a brunch or something. But ChangMin knows it’s a sign. It’s a sign that his ex’s number is going to haunt him forever, that he… he is going to call, isn’t he?

He groans internally, frustrated with his own stupidity and lack of self-control.

Fuck you, Cho KyuHyun.


Somehow, ChangMin knows he’ll end up doing just that.

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