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# 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.
I am addicted to shipping and addicted to creating fanfiction. This is a blog for all my new drabbles (and maybe even some old/new fanfiction) of my many many ships. You can browse, request and, most important, enjoy!
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.
