{08.} YunHo & ChangMin
Prompt
#38 Domination/Submission (sexual or
psychological) for the DARK!AU Challenge
Pairing: YunHo/ChangMin
Word
Count: 937w
Rating:
Mature (for theme; PG-15 all in all)
Warnings: Domination/Submission (so, yeah)
We’ll
be Alright
“Don’t” ChangMin whispers and YunHo’s
hand flinches back immediately. “Good boy.”
He moves past YunHo and YunHo pushes the cart behind him. “It just
looked good” YunHo explains, but the ‘I just
wanted to try it’ dies in his chest before he can say it out loud. Still, ChangMin
presses his lips into a severe line and arches his brow. YunHo looks down
guiltily.
The Belgium chocolate box stares at him, taunting. Mocking.
He wishes he wasn’t feeling this heaviness inside his chest telling him
he shouldn’t have been so bold.
He should have remembered his place.
He should never forget his place.
"You haven't earned it" ChangMin chastises, harsh. Much too
harsh.
In stark contrast, his slender pianist fingers trace the curve of
YunHo’s face with and YunHo’s cheeks burn with shame. The slightest but most
powerful string of resentment tugs his stomach into a knot—how did he, a thirty
year old man, came to be the plaything of a brat like ChangMin?
And then ChangMin thumbs at his lower lip, the touch decisive, possessive—YunHo’s
heart leaps and he feels about to faint, anger and delight mingling in a
poisonous mix he already knows inside himself well.
“Come on, let’s move on” ChangMin whispers. YunHo, of course, obliges.
It's not that YunHo is not still in love with ChangMin...
It’s more like… YunHo’s an object now, and all he can do is be owned and
be loved and belong. It might not be
very different from love, true, but it is not quite the same either.
"Go bring the car" ChangMin orders and YunHo nods, smiling
with obedience written all over his face. The chocolate box incident has been
pushed aside.
An object doesn't hold grudges.
ChangMin smiles back and ruffles his hair. He leans in, kissing his
cheek. The cashier eyes them in a grumpy manner, but what does that matter when
ChangMin sighs a soft good, YunHo against
YunHo’s skin and YunHo’s knees can almost buckle. He feels relief wash over him
and a smile plaster all over his expression. He’s good. He does not need to
worry about anything else than being good to ChangMinnie, and isn’t that such a
simple life?
If he’s being honest, YunHo doesn't know where it comes from—this need
to please, so scorching, so tangible.
It started as a game; that much he remembers. He remembers ChangMin blushed and
panting underneath him, and himself asking "what
do you want?"
ChangMin whispering, touch me,
please, fuck me, incoherently, chest heaving—it's still the most beautiful
thing YunHo has ever seen.
"Whatever you want, baby. Whatever." YunHo meant it.
Three years later and it's just like that, minus the "please".
ChangMin hasn't said please to YunHo in over two years.
YunHo doesn’t remember if he minds, anymore.
The drive home is weird. ChangMin seems restless as YunHo drives them to
their small apartment in a very middle class neighborhood. It’s a nice block,
the one they live in. Quiet and clean. Some people give them the stink eye when
they kiss, even if it’s chaste, but otherwise they are left alone to their own
business.
YunHo carries the bags inside their apartment and shuts the front door
behind him, hating how the click of the doorknob makes him uneasy.
“Put everything in place and then come to my room” the younger says as
he disappears down the hallway. There are three rooms in this apartment, aside
from the kitchen and open concept living slash dining room. None of those rooms
is YunHo’s.
He starts unpacking, everything so familiar by now that is almost
routine.
Why? Why does he crave this so much? Why does he need ChangMin’s
approval, ChangMin’s permission,
ChangMin’s attention, ChangMin, ChangMin, ChangMin, ChangMin—where had it all
gone so damn wrong?
He stops dead on his feet when he catches a glimpse of the small blue
box in one of the bags, and pulls it out. His heartbeat is race-strong and his
mouth has gone dry.
Oh, oh.
He floats to ChangMin’s home office and knocks, hearing a faint come in, before he dares crack the door
open.
“ChangMinnie” he mutters as he slowly steps in.
ChangMin looks away from his laptop screen to him, a lenient smile, eyes
full of affection and YunHo swears his heart has stopped from beating too hard.
“I thought… I thought you said…”
“YunHo, come here.”
ChangMin’s voice is soft and sweet, so YunHo obliges without hesitation.
There’s never hesitation when it comes to pleasing ChangMin. When he is right
in front of ChangMin he drops to his knees, just to have that familiar
sensation of ChangMin staring down to him. He feels the younger man’s hands
rest under his jaws as they gently lift his face upwards, and the whole world
stops spinning when those beautiful brown eyes hold him with all the love one
soul can contain.
“You deserve everything, YunHo. You’re so, so obedient. You’re good. I must take care of you. I will always
make you happy, remember that.”
He’s good. ChangMin’s good. They’re so good together.
His eyes well up and he mutters, “thank
you”, and he’s just so grateful, so
touched. “You treat me too well.”
ChangMin’s eyes glint as he stands up, pulling YunHo with him. “C’mon.
I’ll take care of you even better.
And we’ll drink the chocolate after.”
And this time, when their bedroom door clicks closed, the sound spikes
in YunHo a shiver of pure excitement that runs through his core.
Yes, objects can’t love.
But they don’t ever, ever,
leave either.
Objects are happiest when being owned.
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