*this beautiful poster made by my lovely and talented friend une_topaze!!!
Title: Take My Breath Away
Series: Breathless Romance
Arc: Breathless Romance Arc/Series
Rating: PG-13 (for language and sexual situations)
Pairing: HoMin (Yunho x Changmin)
Length: 2/??, pre-arc series
Disclaimer: SM owns the boys of DBSK, I wish I did.
Don't be afriad
Cause I'm on my way
There is no other way
Fall for me."
Brandy - Fall
A/N: So this chapter was actually painful to write. Not literally, but just...it was hard to crank out and so I apologize if it sounds stupid or cliche. I hope you love it just as much as the other chapters, and that you like the way the story is going.
I wanted to get this posted up today because tomorrow will be the day I will move back to my dorm and I may not have internet in the dorm...so yeah, just wanted to make sure this was up for your reading pleasure! Enjoy!
“You have reached Shim Changmin's phone, I am not available to take your call right now, so please leave a message after the beep and I will get back to you. Thank you.”
You held your breath, “Hey Changmin, it's me, Yunho, uhm, I have decided to accept your offer to train some of your trainees...so give me a call back...okay, bye.”
You ran a hand through your short brown hair, your fingers pulling out a few paint flecks and fluffy dust particles from the walls you had been renovating.
The phone slammed shut with a click, your face, contorted with worried wrinkles, looked up to the now finished sea foam blue wall you had been working on since earlier that week.
Sandpapering, prepping, drying, coating, painting layer after layer, and now it was finally finished. Well, this room at least.
You still had 5 more dance rooms to go, and that wasn't including the front entranceway, sitting room and open staff area.
It was going to take you at least another year or so to get it all done, especially with the few walls you wanted to tear down while the plumbing, wiring, and hard-wood flooring issues still hung on the to-do list.
Sighing, you picked up the many paint cans you had left lying around the wide open floor, shoving them to the wall nearest the door.
Changmin's face flashed through your mind as you grabbed your duffel bag, sliding your cell phone into your jeans deep back pocket.
When he had called you into his office yesterday you had no idea what to expect. He had been intimidatingly serious on the phone with you, his voice steady and strong, just like any president of a top company should be.
Yet it still irked you a bit, especially since he had never used such a serious tone with you during the band days. It had always been the playful “hyung” tone of voice, smooth, warm, and masculine.
Changmin had definitely changed, as had everyone from the legend band DongBangShinKi.
It was to be expected anyways.
You smiled as you remembered the band times, it was an odd feeling, you weren't all that old yet, and still you felt like your whole life had already been lived.
Being a part of the band was your life, it was all you knew, all you breathed for.
It was so suddenly taken away.
One morning you blinked and it was gone.
Up and out like a dog off it's leash.
It had devastated everyone, the staff, manager-hyung, and even Lee Soo Man himself to admit DBSK's furthering decent into separation.
Months after the band broke up, you had all stayed friends, visiting constantly and chatting on the phone continuously...but it all still ended a little too fast for your liking.
Junsu and Jaejoong both left for their blossoming solo careers, Yoochun soon became a father and composer, Changmin started the company, and you...well what did you really do?
It wasn't like you had needed money, so for a year you contemplated careers, took many long walks, and rearranged your bedroom's furniture way too many times until you finally decided to open your own dance studio.
It had taken forever to get the building rights to the land, to be able to tear down the old home that had once stood, to reinvent the space with shining glass and dark wood to make it a desirable dancing spot.
You were quite proud of yourself for having helped with the construction, meticulously plotting out every square inch to uphold your dreams and desires. It had been tough, grueling, and a decidedly stupid plan at one point, but now it seemed it had all been worth it.
The heavy soles of your work boots clanked on the wooden floor as you clicked off the small painting light in the center of the room, flooding the space into quiet darkness.
The duffel bag on your shoulder felt heavier than usual as you quickly exited out of the room and building to walk briskly out to your waiting car.
It was time to go home.
(2 years before)
“Yunho...” Changmin asked, his face twisted in full drunken glory, “Did you know, I am now already 24 fucking years old!?”
Dust blew into your eye as you stood beside him on the rooftop of your shared apartment building, the warm summer air swimming over your bare biceps, “I know...you are such an old ass now.”
“BAH...at least I am not twenty-fucking-six!” he giggled, swigging down another large amount of cold beer, “That is like...dinosaur.”
You almost choked on your own alcohol, “Dinosaur?” you wiped your chin, “I am not THAT old you asshole.”
He nodded, fingers delicately tapping the side of the brown tinted beer bottle, “Well, I am 24 and yet I still can't find myself a girlfriend...a stable one.”
Crooking your eyes over, you smiled as Changmin took another drink, his throat bobbing and shining with sweat from the afternoon heat.
He was incredibly handsome, so much in fact that you wondered why he hadn't found a girlfriend yet either.
He was tall, slender yet well built, his skin a dark caramel, soft chocolate brown hair short and unruly, deep brown-black eyes that glittered every time he spoke, and intense lips anyone would want to kiss. He was the epitome of all things sexual, he was praised by 800,000 women, and yet girlfriend's were still hard to come by.
“You know having girlfriends only complicate things right now.” you replied, turning around to lean on the railing overlooking the city below, “You'll find her someday, that one special woman.”
You swore you heard him choke back a snort of laughter, “Yes, I know, but how long will she take?”
Shrugging was the only way you knew how to answer.
Finishing the last of your beer, you set the small glass bottle onto the grainy rooftop, “Okay Changmin, I give up, you will only ever fall in love once you are eighty years old, and even if you do love her and want to sex it up, you will be too old to care or even get it up.”
His dejected and yet amused face stared blatantly at you from a foot away, “I could still take Viagra.”
You shook your head, “Nope, Viagra doesn't work on you because your old and an idiot.”
He smiled, more displeasure than happiness beaming through, “Thanks for the pep talk hyung, that really helped my self-esteem!”
“Hey you asked for it.” you shouted while he took another large gulp to finish up the bottle. “You done with your beer?”
He nodded, handing you the bottle, “That shit is so bad it's good.”
His forthcoming grimace at the unbearable after-taste made you giggle under your breath, smiling as he sighed and leaned over the safety rail.
“Yunho...” he asked once again, eyes downcast, “Do you like me?”
You froze in your development of picking at a hang-nail, “Like you?”
He nodded, “You know, would you like me if you were a girl?”
Blubbering was all you could comprehend, “Aha...Changmin, I....sure, why not.”
He didn't look swayed, his eyes bright and sparkling in the dampened city lights, “So that's a yes?”
“Did I say no?” you responded, turning back towards the cityscape, trying to hide the blush creeping up your ears, alighting them with flame. “Changmin your very attractive.”
“I know.” he said.
“Then why the hell did you ask me?” you questioned, throwing your hands up in mock surrender.
“Am I a good kisser?”
You wondered if he was serious. He looked serious.
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” you replied calmly as the breeze brushed through your hair, tossing your bangs from in between your lashes.
You looked up, terrified and yet so interested in the emotions washing across your friend's face.
Terror, longing, hurt, and a small drop of lust, spinning and colliding all in his eyes and upon the mask he called his face.
Before you could even think of a response, he was there, lips pressed against yours, nostrils flaring and eyes closed, hands grabbing at your waist and lower neck, craning you forward...pulling you closer.
You were too surprised to even think of pulling away, too amused to laugh, too increasingly happy to want to fight.
He tasted of stale beer, vanilla, and small hints of mint Listerine from hours before.
It was disgusting...it was wonderful.
He was so soft and so hard, in all the right places.
He wouldn't be crushed if you held him too hard.
His lips moved softly against yours, steaming summer air the only thing between your embracing bodies with ecstasy sliding like silk through your pores as his hand explored underneath your loosened shirt.
You sighed into the kiss, almost crying out as his tongue began to dance with yours, pushing and probing the inside of your saliva slick mouths.
Your hands, once stable on his hips, now clung to his upper back, bunching the fabric of his shirt and pulling him against your heated body.
You realized then he had stopped moving, his face pushing up and away until his entire length was a few inches apart from yours.
It had all been too soon.
“God, Yunho...shit, I am sorry.” he gargled, “I never, it must have been the alcohol.”
He was walking away, backing up, slowly inching towards the door and you didn't have the words to call him back.
The door opened, he walked through, the door slammed shut, and you still stood.
Stood still aside from the hand clinging the rooftop railing, your mind a blur of emotions and things you never said.
You could have said anything.
But you didn't.
That night, you knew everything was going to be different.
“This is Yunho, please leave a message.”
“Yunho, it's Changmin. I would like to meet you at your dance studio at around 2pm to bring the girls and discuss our arrangements for training. Call me back as soon as you get this. Thank you.”
As always, comments are very appreciated!
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