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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This playlist is for that teenage jam feel. The other day "I'd do anything" popped up on my music feed and I was karaoking like a maniac walking down the street. Also good for singing when tidying up or bed-jamming while singing with a brush in hand.
