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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: 5/??, pre-arc series
Disclaimer: SM owns the boys of DBSK, I wish I did.
"Happiness just works for me,
It might have meant a meant a thing or two,
if I'd had known the difference."
Into the Fire - Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack
A/N: Another chapter rolls itself down the line...another chapter full of...well you'll see. LOL! We see some Jaejoong appearances, we also get to hear some of Changmin's ideas on everything...Yunho does something...yeah. It is really cold here, I am freezing, and I have come to the conclusion I actually write/type better when I am cold. *shrugs* Don't know why but really I do. Thanks all for reading!
“YOU WHAT!” Jaejoong shouted, his voice ringing loud and clear throughout your small apartment as he stood from the couch almost dropping his unopened beer.
“I...” you started meekly, afraid of castration, “I kind of told him to kiss me.”
You noticed Jaejoong's eyes getting wider with each word you spoke, his reaction slightly odd for a person of his nature, and by nature you meant sexual ambiguity.
“You told him to kiss you?” he asked once again, rubbing his temples as if he had a blistering migraine, elbows propped on his bent knees.
“Is there an echo in the room?”
He gaped at you, his face reminiscent of a fish, “Shit Yun, you think you could have been any more up-fucking-front?”
“Oh shut up.” Was all you could think to say, brilliant retorts had been all used up earlier in the conversation, “He wanted to repay me personally, well then there was his payment.”
“That would, in other educated societies, be viewed as prostitution.” Jaejoong replied opening his beer with a twist of his porcelain wrist. “Good job, you have turned our Minnie into a whore.”
You rolled your eyes, “I did not turn Changmin into a whore.” the beer you had sipped slid grease like down your throat, “Besides, it was only ONE kiss.”
“Oh but let me guess...” he started, pointing a finger from around his beer bottle, “There was a lot of tongue, hands roaming everywhere, and inanimate humping as well, wasn't there?”
You took a long, hard swig of your beer.
Jaejoong laughed sarcastically, sounding deprived.
“Oh you really have ruined him.”
“You know what Jaejoong, I came to you for advice here, and all I am getting is your qualms on Minnie's innocence which I have supposedly “stolen” and I really don't give a rats fucking ass.”
You tried to mold your face into the deepest, darkest, most serious expression you knew how to pull out from your memory, “So tell me what I should do to not make this whole situation fall apart. Help me realize either my big mistake or my last chance.”
It seemed you had gotten to him, Jaejoong's teasing air vanished almost instantly.
At least he knew when to get serious.
He sighed, took a sip of his beer, sat back on the couch.
“If you do screw this up I am pretty sure it will be your last chance.” he started.
“Nice opening pep talk.” you replied sarcastically, chuckling under your breath, then regretting it as Jaejoong's crooked eyebrow aimed strait at you.
“You know Changmin, he isn't easily swayed one way or the other...” he started, clearing his throat and covering his mouth, “Maybe you could ask him on a date?”
“Original.” you huffed, feeling like maybe you called the wrong person for help.
“I am only thinking out loud, if you don't like the idea don't say anything.” Jaejoong retorted, “Have you thought about just talking to him?”
You nodded, “But see there is one of my problems, I don't even know how to start a conversation about this kind of thing....at least with him I don't.”
Jaejoong laughed, his sweet chime rippling from his lungs, “Well then you are so screwed man.”
You felt like whopping your head against something hard.
It would probably be less painful than listening to your best friend's advice.
“Maybe I should just ask him out on a date....be classic.”
Jaejoong looked absolutely perturbed, “Didn't I say that already?”
“Yes, yet I wasn't really thinking about it seriously...” you thought a second, “If I could only get him to admit that he likes me back without being pushy...I can just invite him over for drinks or something.”
Jaejoong took a whimsical look down at his beer bottle, “You do know that is what we are doing.”
You felt the ideas run like speeding rabbits through your mind, “Well that is whole point! I don't want to push him into something he isn't comfortable with, so this could be a more...relaxed way of getting close with him again....like we used to be.”
You heard Jaejoong sigh and felt his warm palm upon your shoulder,
“You two have always been close, why worry about that?”
Blinking, you looked up, catching Jaejoong's sparkling blue eyes,
“Because there is a difference between close, and closer.”
You had dreamed about him.
Felt his ghostly fingers on your skin, heard his foggy whispers, and gasped along-side his heated body.
He was all around you, encompassing and enthralling, taking you into new highs of pleasure and desire.
Yet he still wasn't tactile. Wasn't in front of you. Wasn't breathing hot and lurid against your skin.
You kicked away the sheets that had been lying dead against your legs.
You didn't need their warmth anymore.
All you wanted was to escape, break out of the confines of your emotions, just fucking DOT IT already.
It was as though your heart beat with the same rhythm as his, yet it still wasn't the same.
Like there was a riff between personal desires and ultimate happiness, something you reached for and reached for, clung to like a vice, leaning over the edge of a cliff.
If you let go you would fall.
You were so close to letting go.
Your fingers slipping as if oiled with grease, bloodied by the strength you implied to hang on...just a little longer.
With every footstep backwards you opened the riff a little more, inch by painful inch, you had torn it open like a strewn bag of chips. The little pieces of your heart tossed out and scattered on the floor.
You just HAD to do it.
Back away when all you wanted...maybe all he wanted...was to leap forward.
Wrap yourselves in each other's arms and cry, embrace, and heal.
Fuck it all.
Fuck all the open wounds that wouldn't heal.
You had to do it.
Accept who you knew you were.
You were pissed.
You couldn't tell if it was the phone or your hand shaking as you dialed Changmin's memorized cell number.
“Don't pick up, don't pick up, don't pick up...” you chanted, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths, trying to calm the baton twirling of your heart.
You heard the line click and Changmin's trilled voice flitter through the speaker near your ear.
“Hello...Yunho?” he asked again, as your answer seemed forever stuck in your throat.
“Oh yeah, hey, it's Yunho.”
He laughed, “I know, I just said hi...your name came up on caller ID.”
“Oh yeah, right...” you gasped in another large hunk of the now stuffy air, “You know, I was wondering, just to get right to the point...” another pause in your plan, were you hyperventilating? “Would you like to come over for a drink or something on Friday night?”
You stood in your apartment and just listened, listened for anything, a breath, a snort of laughter, the sound of a band of clowns running behind, just ANYTHING to signify that he was still on the other line.
He cleared his throat, his footsteps echoing through the mouth-piece, “Sure, why not, sounds like a blast.”
The smile that burst onto your face was bigger than it should have been, “Awesome, great, okay well then, if you bring yourself I will cook and bring the refreshments.”
You then realized you had just sounded awfully corny.
He chuckled, “Okay, what time should I come?”
Clearing the sexual thoughts of “come” from your mind with a shake of the head, you replied, “How about...7:00?”
“7:00 sounds good to me, I will be there.”
You nodded, knowing he couldn't see, “Great, see you then.”
He hung up.
The dial tone rung loud and clear in your ear.
You were going to have a non-date-date.
You were going to be able to talk with him...alone.
Was it usually this normal to be so giddy?
It seemed as though the awkward you fell to the ground, the nervousness of ever talking to Changmin finally fading away...at least a little bit.
It felt like you could do anything.
Accomplish any task.
Scaling walls was only the beginning.
Your Spidey sense was tingling.
Everything was tingling.
You face wouldn't stop molding into a smile, the shaking hadn't stopped, and you bounced in place.
You were 12 years old again, waiting for SunMae to come out of her classroom so you could give her the dandelion you had picked in the school yard.
You were that innocently, yet provokingly happy.
It felt odd.
It felt insane.
It felt fucking...right.
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