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Title: Take My Breath Away
Series: Breathless Romance
Arc: Breathless Romance Arc/Series
Rating: R (for language and sexual situations)
Pairing: HoMin (Yunho x Changmin)
Length: 4/??, pre-arc series
Disclaimer: SM owns the boys of DBSK, I wish I did.
"Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb in a dark room.
I'm just sitting here,
waiting for you, to come on home,
and turn me on."
Turn Me On - Norah Jones
A/N: So here comes another chapter before school tomorrow, since I really really want to get this out for you guys. Now, in this chapter, we see a little bit of action...WOOT, yes, we get to see some pootay. Aren't you all excited? Y/N? LOL! Well, I had fun writing this chapte and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have! Hopefully see you all soon!
She was so cute, her small face and wriggling body all encased in a billowy blue sundress, a matching blue bonnet resting atop her dark black patches of hair while her sunny brown eyes sparkled with childhood delight.
“Gosh Yoochun, she really is adorable.” You gushed as you bounced his baby up and down upon your knees, holding her vertical by her sweet, small hands. “How old is she now?”
“She is coming up on 8 months now,” Yoochun sighed happily, his beaming smile showing how proud he was to be a father, “I just can't believe another one is on it's way.”
You couldn't help but feel nervous for him, scared about the fact that now two small lives were going to ultimately be put into his hands. He would be able to raise them, nuture them, and make sure they knew what was right from wrong. He was the luckiest man in the world.
The baby babbled, her slurred moans and burps substituting for the language she was bound to learn, her tiny feet kicking against your thighs.
“Hello Bo-bae, yes you are such a cutie!” you knew you probably looked and sounded like a fool, yet you didn't honestly care, “Bo bo bo-bae!”
Her baby smile warmed and calmed your heart, the toothless gums bubbling spit down her chin and onto her small bib. Her giggling came in bursts as you bounced her lightly once again, watching as she almost seemed to sing along with the beats of your foot against the carpet.
She made a face, her small eyes crinkling at the edges.
You knew what happened.
You sniffed the air, oh yeah, she did it alright.
“Opps, I think we may have made a poo-poo here oh-father.”
Yoochun sprung into action, carefully pulling Bo-bae out of your arms and carrying her to the other room to change her now soiled diaper.
You couldn't help but chuckle at the sounds Yoochun made while changing her, your smile faltering as you somehow wished it could have been you in his place.
You had loved children and babies since you were a teenager, their innocent faces and naive ways making you crave one of your own.
Yet finding a woman suitable enough to marry and birth a life with seemed too far away for you to even comprehend.
Dating just wasn't for you, it was fun, but it never turned out the response or happy ending you always dreamed of. No perfect woman, no love at first sight, always only disappointment and a night alone in your apartment with a bag of chips.
It was like you were part of a never ending soap opera, with no director to say “cut”.
It just kept going and going. Reels and reels of film used up as quickly as 3-ply toilet paper.
Fantasies were your only reliable happiness.
The only things that made you feel like love and sheer joy may be possible in your life.
God you sounded like such a girl.
“Okay, well I put Bo-bae down for a nap since she looked a little tired.” Yoochun stated as he walked back into the living room and sat heavily down in the chair across from the couch you were presently adorning, “So how have you been Ho?”
You shrugged, “Fine I guess, finished up the building and now I am actually Changmin's dance trainer.”
Yoochun looked at you, his face showing anything but comprehension, “For himself or his company?”
“Company you dumbass...” you chuckled, “He is paying me to train a new girl group he put together.”
“Oh, that sounds like Changmin, he only chooses the best to call the shots in his company.”
It shouldn't have been that surprising, but in actuality it quite was.
Changmin had come from a boyband background, he had gone through the years of grueling training, had months of constant work, and had been harassed about his physical attractiveness, he knew what it took.
Yet it still struck you as odd that he chose you to be the girls trainer. Yes, you were a good dancer, hell, you were an amazing dancer...but...
“Yoochun, why me?” you asked, curious to hear another person's point of view, “I mean, he could have chosen anyone, someone younger and more up to date, and yet he chose me.”
Yoochun smiled as he took a long swig of ice water, the frozen cubes clinking happily against the glass cup, “First, shut the fuck up, cause your talented and you know it,” he started, pointing a long finger directly between your brows, “Second, Changmin knows how good of a leader you were with us, so it doesn't take a genius to figure out why he wanted you.”
Shaking your head, you felt you had to disagree, “Then how come I feel like I don't deserve this?”
He sighed, rolling his eyes, “I don't know Yunho, maybe the problem is in your head? Ever consider that?”
“So what you're saying I should be in a mental ward or something?”
“No!” he took a pause to wipe his mouth, “All I am saying is that maybe these feelings stem from an inner turmoil or problem you never solved in your past.”
You chuckled, “Wow Chun, never knew you to be so insightful and deep.”
He nodded, “Can't blame it on alcohol this time so for now I will only say, it's a fucking gift.”
Taking another long slurp of his water, Yoochun stood from the chair, smoothing out his polo, “As amusing as this whole conversation has been, I need to kick you out before the wife gets home from grocery shopping.”
“Sounds fair enough.” you responded while you pulled on your pea coat, pausing to give Yoochun a swift hug before you both walked to the front door.
Stepping off his front porch, you turned, “Thanks for letting me visit.”
“Yeah no problem, come anytime. Eat my food, steal my baby's innocence, whatever.”
You stopped on the way to your car, turning back once again to smirk, “You're just jealous.”
“Jealous of what?” Yoochun shouted as you pulled open your car's driver side door.
Smiling you responded, “My amazing parenting skills.”
Jumping into your car, you narrowly missed a shooting snowball aimed at your head, gawking at the skidded white flakes it left upon your windshield.
Your phone vibrated deep in your pocket as you drove away, the text reading:
“Get the fuck off my lawn.
P.S. Don't worry, be happy!”
Easy for him to say.
(three weeks later)
Knock once, knock twice, wait, knock once, knock twice, wait.
It's always awkward knocking on a door, waiting in the cold for a person who may or may not be inside where they may be in a position to let you in.
Knock once, knock twice...oh you see him.
He was coming, but could he be any damn slower?
It was late, around 9pm, but for some reason you knew he would be here.
The door opened and he was there, there in front of you, paint stains and all.
“Changmin?” He seemed to ask more than state, moving over to the side to let you in.
“Hey, Yunho, sorry about this but I really need to talk with you is that okay?” you asked once you were inside and the door was closed tight behind you.
“Yeah yeah, sure, I was just finishing up, come on follow me.” He answered, gesturing down a hall off to the right past the open front desk area, “I am sorry I am a little more messy than usual, I just finished painting this room down here.”
“I am guessing the color is pink.” You replied, pondering the curves of his swaying backside as it moved under his jeans while you walked.
He chuckled, looking down at his stained and ruined wife beater, “Yeah uhm, pretty noticable huh?”
“Looks like you got into a loosing fight with a Care Bear.”
“Those bastards are stronger than they look.” You couldn't help but laugh out loud as his dead serious response flew back into your face.
Walking into the brightly lit, mirrored room, the pink almost vibrated off the wall in it's pastel glory while the newspaper that lined the floor crunched under your covered feet.
“Looks nice.” you said as you eyed the four walls and the bright, cheery white accents. “Since when did pink become a part of the equation?”
He shrugged, wiping his large hands on a small white towel, “When I realized almost every little girl likes to dream about being a ballerina.”
You chuckled, “Do you know how creepy that sounds?”
You could have sworn he blushed, yet it was gone in the instant you realized it had been there, “It's not creepy, it's just a small detail I have noticed being a dance instructor.”
Well now you felt like a prize idiot.
You hadn't come to hurt his feelings, yet your sarcastic nature always got in the way of your plans.
“Uhm, well the reason I came to talk to you is that, I have been really impressed with how the girl's dancing has improved, and I wanted to ask if I could do anything to repay you personally.”
He seemed a little surprised, his dark, almond eyes growing larger with every word you spoke.
“You know Changmin that it really isn't any problem. I mean, your company is paying for me to do this so I really don't mind.”
You nodded, biting your lip, “Then okay, well I still would like to repay you....” looking up at him, you peered into his glittering eyes, “please, as a friend, let me do something.”
You waited, watched as his mouth drew into a thin line, as if he had come to an important decision, a concluding fact.
His eyes didn't falter from yours as he responded, “Then kiss me.”
You blinked, contemplating as the quiet between you seemed to stretch.
Was he serious?
Had he been able to read your feelings?
You were pretty sure you had hid them well, you had done everything to make him feel like you had no attraction to him at all.
“Kiss you?” you whispered, trailing your eyes down his tight shirt and long legs, feeling yourself leaning in towards his touch.
He walked forward, each step taking him closer until you felt his heat through your warm winter jacket, his eyes on your skin, and his rough cologne massaging your senses.
A hand lightly landed above your heart, it's warm pressure sending shock waves through your skin underneath the many layers of winter clothing as Yunho's soft lips came up next to your ear.
“Kiss me Changmin.”
Sucking in a breath you pushed him back then pulled him forward, thrusting your lips down upon his, closing your eyes and accepting his tongue.
Your fingers moved of their own accord to cling forcefully on his shirt, bunching the thin fabric in between your fingers as a strong groan ripped through his chest.
You felt the vibration of his guttural pleas through your own body as you tried to lean even farther up against him, the friction needed more than the relative closeness.
The taste of honey, almond and everything that was Yunho melted like sweet ice cream on your tongue as you searched his mouth and fought with his own dominance searching muscle.
White teeth scrapped against yours as you tried to savor him and yet devour him.
His hair slipped, silky satiny smooth against your cheek while he bent to angle himself, caressing your face with a cool palm and massaging thumb.
You sighed happily into the embrace as stars seemed to burst from behind your eyeballs, your vision distorted and yet clear enough for you to know how enticing he was.
Saliva ran sticky down your chin, it's clear trails shimmering in the bright florescent light of the studio.
You never wanted it to end.
Never wanted to go anywhere without this taste on your tongue.
Wanted him near you.
Then you heard it.
The soft muffled ringing of your cell phone.
Pulling away, you shoved your hands into your coat pocket, bringing the phone up to your blushing ears.
“Yes, yes, what? Who is sick? Yun-sun is sick? How sick?” You looked up and Yunho, with his wonderfully swollen lips and erotically crooked t-shirt, just stood, listening, “Okay, yes I understand, I will be there as soon as I can...okay, thank you, bye.”
Shutting the phone, you stood silent, not knowing exactly what to say or what to do.
“Uhm, I guess you need to go.” Yunho said, clearing his throat with an audible hum.
You nodded slowly, “Yeah, one of the girls was taken to the hospital.”
Silence once again.
“Gonna say anything?” you asked, nervous of his answer.
He shook his head, rubbing his chin with a palm, “Go do what you need to do.”
So you did.
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