[changmin/yunho] oppa i'm your biggest fan
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jewelledhourstitle : oppa i'm your biggest fan
pairing : changmin/yunho
author :![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
binmusic
rating : pg-13
words : 1187
summary : changmin encounters his biggest fan
a/n : based in part on a very weird dream i had. second half is just mindless fluff to make up for the sheer oddity of the first half. as always, foryuxo
Changmin remembers the streaks of red in her ebony hair and sees her sweet smile in his mind. He can still hear the way she had introduced herself, "Hi, I'm your biggest fan Oppa," with shyness that touched him more than it should have, and he wonders how that adoration had changed to obsession.
Sixteen and young, she had been tiny and slight, with eyes that laughed and the softest giggle he'd ever noticed. He wishes he could make them understand, show them who she used to be and he wishes he could take it back.
"I'm sorry we're busy today" and not "Sure let's go for a drive Yunho."
He doesn't see it happen until it does, the warm pistol that sits more comfortably than it should in her hand, fisted tightly and with steady purpose.
"Wha-"
"Drive. Just drive please Oppa."
And so Yunho does, an eye on the road in front of them and the other on him, frozen in the backseat with his cellphone lying too far to reach unnoticed.
"Why are you doing this?" He hears Yunho ask, voice calm and befitting of his role as the leader, always their stead-fast leader.
"I don't have a choice." Is the answer they get, her voice unchanged and finger ready on the trigger.
They drive, past the busy streets and chattering people, past the park of laughing children and restaurants of his favorite foods. Changmin moves slowly, hand inching towards the device he wills were closer.
"Please stop here," and then a beat later, "Oppa, I wish you wouldn't do that."
He feels it before it reaches him, the hollow roundness that rests along the curved juncture of his neck.
Yunho brakes then, the car coming to the slowest stop Changmin can remember.
"Please." Changmin sees Yunho plead, his hand reaching out for Changmin's.
She smiles at that and places her own on top of theirs, a weight that glues them together. "I can't. Oppa, I'm sorry too."
Changmin breathes out slowly as the gun presses closer.
Their eyes catch and there's a smile on Yunho's face, wide and toothy as if he were forever seventeen and not about to die.
"Min-ah, it'll be okay. I love you."
There's only the brushing of his thumb across Changmin's wrist and he watches as this man, his protective hyung and best friend, reaches over to take his place.
He dimly hears the gun go off, and then there's the dull impact of a body he knows better than his own draped across him.
It's followed by a sudden warmness that pools over him, sticky and so fast he can't stop it from spreading.
"Yunho Yunho Yunho," he chants into the air, lips pressed against still warm skin and hands tugging around the only love he wants to have.
Another bang and Changmin looks up to see red across the dashboard, "Did you know Oppa? I'm your biggest fan."
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He wakes later to Yoochun's cries and Junsu's incessant praying. There's a familiar arm pressed around his waist, fingers idly making their way across his abdomen to rest against his chest, warm and pulsing with a heat that he wishes and wishes to be real.
"Changmin-ah, you awake?"
He bites the inside of his mouth hard, turning until he's face to face with a solid body and waits for the pressing of a smile against his forehead to open his eyes.
"Yunho."
"Min-ah, loveeee you," the older man croons with a bright grin, nosing his way behind Changmin's ear to whisper it again, with meaning and softer as only he could, "I love you."
Changmin muffles his sobs against the other's chest and pulls him close, until Yunho's hands are tight around his waist. Closer, until their limbs are tangled together, and closer even, until he can feel the beating of Yunho heart with his own.
He's somewhat aware of Jaejoong fluttering around, ushering the other two into their bedrooms and he waits until Yunho's hand comes to rest on his nape, gently stroking the skin there in calming circular motions.
"What's wrong Changmin-ah?"
He shakes his head, another loud and desperate sob making its way out. He bites his lip and tucks himself into Yunho.
The other man waits, mouth ghosting alongside his young lover's neck to press silent pleas on tan skin.
Changmin shifts, resting his cheek on a broad shoulder, hand sprayed out to feel the constant thudding on Yunho's chest.
"I love you."
"Love you back," Yunho replies automatically, shifting them so Changmin rests over him.
He waits for him to settle in before continuing, "So, want some food? You slept through Jaejoongie's dinner call. Must've been really tired."
Changmin stills, "Wasn't hungry."
"Mmm," Yunho hums, the sound reverberating between them.
"I love you."
Yunho hums once more, "Heard you calling my name in your sleep, dreamt of me?"
"No," Changmin whispers, "I didn't."
Yunho pulls at the top of Changmin's frayed sweats and rests his hand on the slight curve of back, "Yunho Yunho Yunho," he repeats softly, a mimicry of Changmin's earlier chants.
"Don't," he says, "You died in my dreams Yunho, in my arms."
Yunho reaches for Changmin's hand, "What morbid dreams you have."
"Fangirl. Oppa I'm-"
He's stopped short when Yunho pushes him up until they're seated knee to knee on the couch, hands still entwined between them, mouth warm on his.
"I love you Changmin-ah."
"Yunho I-"
He leans forward again, kissing him harder this time, all teeth and hardness until Changmin moans softly and then he's falling backwards.
"I love you."
"Yunho-"
"I love you."
"Yu-"
He finds it hard to get a word out with hands pulling at his boxers and mouth hot around his erection. He's shuddering moments later, hands stilling in Yunho's hair as he watches him leave kisses along his hip after he's done.
"I love you."
Changmin moans and pulls him up for a slow kiss with little more than just his heart and love in it.
"Stop dying," he demands petulantly as he draws away, lip jutting out slightly in a pout.
Yunho smiles, knocking their foreheads together loudly, "I'll flip you for it. Heads I die, tails you."
Changmin shakes his head, "Junsu's up next time."
"How about you just stop having cryptic dreams?! What happened to horny wet dreams involving Yunho and mic stands?!!" Comes the loud indignant yelling of their resident dolphin in the hallway.
Yunho pulls Changmin close before he's got the chance to reply, "I love you Min-ah, despite the fact you constantly dream of offing me."
Changmin smiles and when he's about to tell him the same, he hears familiar shrieking from behind the couch.
"OPPA! WE'RE YOUR BIGGEST FANS!!!!!"
He jumps off in one smooth motion , chasing after whoever is closest, hands already fisted to punch, "Tabs on all your asses!," he hollers at them. Changmin turns the corner to run up the stairs when he thinks better of it and looks back to find Yunho doubled up in laughter on the couch, two beats away from falling face first onto the floor.
pairing : changmin/yunho
author :
binmusic rating : pg-13
words : 1187
summary : changmin encounters his biggest fan
a/n : based in part on a very weird dream i had. second half is just mindless fluff to make up for the sheer oddity of the first half. as always, for
yuxo Changmin remembers the streaks of red in her ebony hair and sees her sweet smile in his mind. He can still hear the way she had introduced herself, "Hi, I'm your biggest fan Oppa," with shyness that touched him more than it should have, and he wonders how that adoration had changed to obsession.
Sixteen and young, she had been tiny and slight, with eyes that laughed and the softest giggle he'd ever noticed. He wishes he could make them understand, show them who she used to be and he wishes he could take it back.
"I'm sorry we're busy today" and not "Sure let's go for a drive Yunho."
He doesn't see it happen until it does, the warm pistol that sits more comfortably than it should in her hand, fisted tightly and with steady purpose.
"Wha-"
"Drive. Just drive please Oppa."
And so Yunho does, an eye on the road in front of them and the other on him, frozen in the backseat with his cellphone lying too far to reach unnoticed.
"Why are you doing this?" He hears Yunho ask, voice calm and befitting of his role as the leader, always their stead-fast leader.
"I don't have a choice." Is the answer they get, her voice unchanged and finger ready on the trigger.
They drive, past the busy streets and chattering people, past the park of laughing children and restaurants of his favorite foods. Changmin moves slowly, hand inching towards the device he wills were closer.
"Please stop here," and then a beat later, "Oppa, I wish you wouldn't do that."
He feels it before it reaches him, the hollow roundness that rests along the curved juncture of his neck.
Yunho brakes then, the car coming to the slowest stop Changmin can remember.
"Please." Changmin sees Yunho plead, his hand reaching out for Changmin's.
She smiles at that and places her own on top of theirs, a weight that glues them together. "I can't. Oppa, I'm sorry too."
Changmin breathes out slowly as the gun presses closer.
Their eyes catch and there's a smile on Yunho's face, wide and toothy as if he were forever seventeen and not about to die.
"Min-ah, it'll be okay. I love you."
There's only the brushing of his thumb across Changmin's wrist and he watches as this man, his protective hyung and best friend, reaches over to take his place.
He dimly hears the gun go off, and then there's the dull impact of a body he knows better than his own draped across him.
It's followed by a sudden warmness that pools over him, sticky and so fast he can't stop it from spreading.
"Yunho Yunho Yunho," he chants into the air, lips pressed against still warm skin and hands tugging around the only love he wants to have.
Another bang and Changmin looks up to see red across the dashboard, "Did you know Oppa? I'm your biggest fan."
--------------------
He wakes later to Yoochun's cries and Junsu's incessant praying. There's a familiar arm pressed around his waist, fingers idly making their way across his abdomen to rest against his chest, warm and pulsing with a heat that he wishes and wishes to be real.
"Changmin-ah, you awake?"
He bites the inside of his mouth hard, turning until he's face to face with a solid body and waits for the pressing of a smile against his forehead to open his eyes.
"Yunho."
"Min-ah, loveeee you," the older man croons with a bright grin, nosing his way behind Changmin's ear to whisper it again, with meaning and softer as only he could, "I love you."
Changmin muffles his sobs against the other's chest and pulls him close, until Yunho's hands are tight around his waist. Closer, until their limbs are tangled together, and closer even, until he can feel the beating of Yunho heart with his own.
He's somewhat aware of Jaejoong fluttering around, ushering the other two into their bedrooms and he waits until Yunho's hand comes to rest on his nape, gently stroking the skin there in calming circular motions.
"What's wrong Changmin-ah?"
He shakes his head, another loud and desperate sob making its way out. He bites his lip and tucks himself into Yunho.
The other man waits, mouth ghosting alongside his young lover's neck to press silent pleas on tan skin.
Changmin shifts, resting his cheek on a broad shoulder, hand sprayed out to feel the constant thudding on Yunho's chest.
"I love you."
"Love you back," Yunho replies automatically, shifting them so Changmin rests over him.
He waits for him to settle in before continuing, "So, want some food? You slept through Jaejoongie's dinner call. Must've been really tired."
Changmin stills, "Wasn't hungry."
"Mmm," Yunho hums, the sound reverberating between them.
"I love you."
Yunho hums once more, "Heard you calling my name in your sleep, dreamt of me?"
"No," Changmin whispers, "I didn't."
Yunho pulls at the top of Changmin's frayed sweats and rests his hand on the slight curve of back, "Yunho Yunho Yunho," he repeats softly, a mimicry of Changmin's earlier chants.
"Don't," he says, "You died in my dreams Yunho, in my arms."
Yunho reaches for Changmin's hand, "What morbid dreams you have."
"Fangirl. Oppa I'm-"
He's stopped short when Yunho pushes him up until they're seated knee to knee on the couch, hands still entwined between them, mouth warm on his.
"I love you Changmin-ah."
"Yunho I-"
He leans forward again, kissing him harder this time, all teeth and hardness until Changmin moans softly and then he's falling backwards.
"I love you."
"Yunho-"
"I love you."
"Yu-"
He finds it hard to get a word out with hands pulling at his boxers and mouth hot around his erection. He's shuddering moments later, hands stilling in Yunho's hair as he watches him leave kisses along his hip after he's done.
"I love you."
Changmin moans and pulls him up for a slow kiss with little more than just his heart and love in it.
"Stop dying," he demands petulantly as he draws away, lip jutting out slightly in a pout.
Yunho smiles, knocking their foreheads together loudly, "I'll flip you for it. Heads I die, tails you."
Changmin shakes his head, "Junsu's up next time."
"How about you just stop having cryptic dreams?! What happened to horny wet dreams involving Yunho and mic stands?!!" Comes the loud indignant yelling of their resident dolphin in the hallway.
Yunho pulls Changmin close before he's got the chance to reply, "I love you Min-ah, despite the fact you constantly dream of offing me."
Changmin smiles and when he's about to tell him the same, he hears familiar shrieking from behind the couch.
"OPPA! WE'RE YOUR BIGGEST FANS!!!!!"
He jumps off in one smooth motion , chasing after whoever is closest, hands already fisted to punch, "Tabs on all your asses!," he hollers at them. Changmin turns the corner to run up the stairs when he thinks better of it and looks back to find Yunho doubled up in laughter on the couch, two beats away from falling face first onto the floor.
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Date: 2009-05-09 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-09 04:45 am (UTC)Weird fic is weird.
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Date: 2009-05-09 06:20 am (UTC)and i already told you everything i need to say over msn, lmao. SO I WIN BECAUSE YOU POSTED, YAAAY. 8DDDD you're great, okay!? just shut up and admit that you're good and your work needs to be shared. :'D
♥
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Date: 2009-05-09 04:24 am (UTC)Its weird in a bizarro kind of way, and goddamnit i like it :D Correction, i REALLY like it.
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Date: 2009-05-09 05:11 am (UTC)turns out just a dream :DDDD
LMAO YES YUNHO AND MIC STANDS -very dangerous-
hehe thanks for sharing!!*o*
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Date: 2009-05-09 06:40 pm (UTC)while i'm awake.
<.<;;
the beginning was making me really sad..
then it went kinda...crack-y.
hahahaha
i was nearly doubled over in laughter...like yunho
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