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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: 6/10, pre-arc series
Disclaimer: SM owns the boys of DBSK, I wish I did.
"Feels like I'm standing
in a timeless dream
Of light mists, of pale amber rose
Feels like I'm lost in a deep
cloud of heavenly scent
Touching, discovering you."
I Love Always Forever - Donna Lewis
A/N: Holy crap, it seemed as though this chapter would never actually come fucking OUT of my brain. It's like my brain has been on the off position lately...I can't damn think anymore. I am sorry about being so late, but having writers block really sucks and I can't get over it easily this time. I hope that you all love this chapter just as much as the others and it doesn't blatantly prove my brain-deadness as of now. Enjoy! btw, I will try and get the next chapter up soon!
Your car's tires scratched along the pavement of Yunho's apartment building's parking lot as you pulled into the nearest open space.
You took a deep breath, grabbed your keys out the ignition and stepped as gracefully as you could out of your car although you knew no one was watching.
Taking a deep breath as you walked across the dark lot, you tried to calm your ever racing heart.
Was this a date?
Were you only going in to hang out?
How should you act?
What should you say?
There were all too many questions whirling through your head like a hamster on it's wheel after a large cup of Italian coffee.
The elevator pinged the 12th floor, opening it's large steel doors to reveal a carpeted hallway, it's tan and white walls leading you down to the desired room of 1234.
This was it.
Knock or die.
Lifting up your shaking fisted knuckles, you rapped lightly on the white painted wood, hearing the metal link of the lock shooing out of it's casing practically seconds after.
The door opened, and there he was.
You felt your heart start to race once again as you took in his appearance, devastatingly sexy and yet not looking like it was what he had wanted to achieve.
His hair was a mess as it usually was, a tangled jumble of brown spikes and effortlessly tussled bangs leading down to his sparkling, caressing chocolate eyes, pouty red lips, and sharp love mark.
A white t-shirt and open black button down hung over his torso, clinging and grabbing in all the right places while too-tight black jeans wrapped deliciously around his long, shapely legs.
He looked, to you, like the juiciest, most expensive steak in the world...anyone would want a bite of it.
Time to hide the evidence.
You tugged nonchalantly on the fly of your jeans while he wasn't looking.
“Hey!” he shouted, a bright smile glowing on his face, his oven-mitten hand leading you into the warm apartment, “Come on in, I am almost ready!”
You smiled back, taking off your jacket as the door was closed, feeling a little over dressed in your business suit, black creases and white undershirt crisp and planned.
“Here let me get your jacket...I'll go hang it up.” Yunho proclaimed, grabbing it gently from out between your fingers.
You turned as your coat slipped from your hand into his, watching as he slid it onto a hanger inside a small brown closet.
Had he always been that sexy? Even hanging up a coat you couldn't help but ogle at how wonderfully the muscles of his arms rippled under his loose shirt sleeves.
You caught yourself licking your lips.
“I made us some dinner.” Yunho started, shutting the closet door, “....and by made I mean I ordered in pizza.”
Chuckles broke out through both of your mouths and you realized you weren't as nervous as you thought you were going to be, “Well I won't complain...it's food.”
“But if you didn't cook, why are you holding oven mitts?” you asked, curious as to what he may be hiding.
He looked at the mittens, “Oh, these, yeah, I am still cooking the pizza...I got the take and bake kind.”
You smiled and nodded, following as he lead you into his small apartment through the entrance hallway, the cream and white walls adorned with copies of their gold albums and CD covers, signed t-shirts, and loving family portraits.
You stopped to eye two award plaques on the wall, the gold lettering in one stating a prestigious “Musical Education” Bachelors degree, while the other silver lettered paper signed him off as a certified dance instructor.
“I had heard you finally finished your Bachelors degree a few years back...good job.” you stated as you finally joined Yunho in his small yet comfortable kitchenette, the smell of tomatoes and melted cheese wafting though your senses.
He smiled, blinding you with his pearly whites, “Yep, I went to college, finished that all up, now all I am trying to do is get my studio open.”
“Your studio is really nice by the way.” You explained, “Very open and welcoming, I like how you designed it.”
Yunho looked surprised at your mention of his studio, his eyebrows raising an inch, “Oh thanks.” he paused, checked in the oven, “To be honest, I hadn't even thought you'd noticed.”
That was not the response you had been hoping for, “Why wouldn't I have noticed?”
Confusion seemed to belittle his handsome features as he finally pulled the hot pizza from out of the oven, setting on the counter you were presently leaning upon.
“You just seem really engrossed in your work is all.” he answered, grabbing a knife out of a nearby drawer.
“Well yeah, I have been really into my work lately.” you said as you watched his fingers delicately cut the steaming pizza, “But it doesn't mean I don't notice things...I'm not blind to other's around me.”
Yunho paused in his cutting, fingers still clenched around the knife's dark black handle, “Just checking.”
Shit, had you really been that nonchalant lately?
A smile burst forth onto your face, now was time for a subject change“Pizza smells good, what kind is it?”
“Being the amazing man that I am, I remembered you liked olives and pepperoni,” he said, jumping happily as if he had just won tickets to the Super Bowl, “So I got that, but if you don't like it anymore....screw you I'll eat it.”
You raised your hands in defense of your pizza, “No no I still love that kind, thanks for remembering.”
The thumping of your heart in your chest almost hurt as he handed you a piping hot piece of pizza, his eyes looking strait into yours with a sparkling all-knowing.
Grabbing your upper arm, his warm palm sending shivers down your spine, he pulled you close,
“Take off your tie...stay a while.”
Changmin seemed to have enjoyed his pizza as you tried to hold back a chuckle watching him scarf the last of his five separate pieces.
Good thing you decided on the large instead of the medium.
“That was just what I needed!” Changmin proclaimed, leaning back on your tan leather couch, stretching his body in an arc, “Pizza and good company...not something I get a lot these days.”
You chuckled, not able to hold it in, “You make it sound like you are old and wheelchair bound, talking about the good ol' days of them darn tootin' kids bangin' on ma porch.”
He sighed, his white dress shirt lifting and sinking, “Well really, it is hard to be in good relationships while running a large scale production company.” he started, closing his eyes and resting his head on a cushion, “Everyone is either kissing your ass or kicking it. Trying to get money or get back the money we never actually started with.”
You didn't know how to respond, “I am glad I helped a bit then.”
He smiled, eyes still closed, head still back, “You did help.”
Silence seemed to fall gracefully while you took a long sip on your can of soda, the fizz running cold and clean down the back of your dry throat.
Setting your can back down on your small coffee table, you watched as Changmin just lay there, his hair framing golden brown around his face and against the fabric of the couch, his dark tan skin flowing creamy smooth from the tip of his head down the length of his neck and underneath the pale white button up that covered way too much.
He had listened to your plea of staying longer and had removed his tie, unbuttoning the top three pearls to expose a triangle of skin between his sharp collar bones and what you remembered to be hard pecks.
The long white shirt flowed, caressing his angled hips as thin black slacks wrapped around strong, long legs, his feet deliciously bare and teasing.
“Usually when people stare at me they try and do it more discreetly.”
You gasped in surprise as Changmin spoke, now noticing his open eyes and sexy smirk.
You cleared your throat, “Sorry.”
Changmin pulled forward from his previous position, leaning his elbows on his knees, “Yunho....was this a date?”
You looked up, your eyes bigger than the empty pizza box, “Uhm, I don't know...did you want it to be?”
He smiled, yet you couldn't tell if it was happy or sarcastic, “Yeah...yeah I guess I did.”
Were you supposed to know what to do in this situation?
Shrug, smile, jump him?
You were aiming for the latter.
“Did you enjoy it?” you asked while rubbing at the scab you had acquired after cutting yourself on a sharp paint can. The crusty blood was a lot safer to look at than Changmin's ever fluctuating facial expressions.
“Yes, everything was really nice, honestly, I haven't felt this relaxed in a while.”
He was lying, you could tell by the way he held his shoulders, low and yet stiff against his collar bone, jagged and ready to fly at a seconds thought.
“You certainly don't look relaxed.”
Changmin glared at you, you could feel it though you weren't looking at him, “How the hell would you know how the hell I fucking feel.”
You smirked pessimistically, “I lived with you for almost 10 years...” you sucked in a calming breath, “I was your friend for those years as well....one of your only friends.”
He nodded, laughing evily, “What does that prove?”
You looked up from your bleeding scab, whispering razor blunt, “It proves everything.”
Changmin seemed to freeze, his annoyed expression falling into all-knowing sadness.
“I probably know you better than anyone else in the world.” You continued, your eyes sparkling with determination, “I know that you hate strawberry smelling shampoo because it's too sweet, I know that you love books more than you love beer, that you talk in your sleep, and cross your legs left over right.” You moved closer to him on the couch, yet kept your hands to yourself, “I know that your love for your family is stronger than your will to survive, I know that you have put all your money and soul into the production company, and that all you ever wanted was to just be who you are, no compromises.” Again you moved closer, your knee hitting his, his eyes glittering in the low lamp light, “But I also know...you came to me that night, kissed me that night, because you feel something, just like I do...a weird connection in which we can't explain.”
He swallowed a chunk of spit, you watched with glazed eyes as his adams apple went south, then north, all in sweet succession.
“I know that I, for some fucked up reason, need you in my life.” you grabbed his hand lightly in-between in your sweating fingers, “And now seems like the perfect time to start.”
The silence that reined hung heavy in the air, thick like a Florida fog and yet as slimy as heated oil, it slipped over and around your bodies, smothering you in nervous anticipation of Changmin's response.
He cleared his throat.
He rubbed a finger over an itch.
You wondered if you had struck him mute.
Then he did what you hadn't anticipated, hadn't prepared for in the slightest...
He grabbed your cheeks between his pink palms, closed his watering eyes and shoved his delicious red lips up against yours.
He kissed you.
Kissed you like he had never done so before.
He was trembling, shaking like a leaf in the breeze against your chest as he leaned in even closer, minimizing the gap between your bodies to practically nothing. His hands moved quickly from your face to your neck and chest, pushing you back softly to lie horizontally on the soft cushions of your leather couch. The touch of his tongue on your lower lip forced your mouth to widen and the muscle to plunge deep inside, running over your teeth and caressing your own exploring orifice with exploding pleasure.
Sucking a breath through your nose you pushed Changmin's head even closer, twining your left hand in his deep brown hair while the right squeezed his slack covered bottom.
He moaned, deep and guttural, the vibrations sinking down into your chest, traveling in lightning sparks down to your hardening groin.
Pulling away from your mouth with a saliva slick pop, Changmin stared lustfully down at what you knew would be your puffy lips and apple red face, a tinkling chuckle flowing from between the teeth of his smile.
He bit his lower lip, the muscle red and delightfully kissable as he panted while on his knees above you, his elbows on either side of your head.
You could see down the opening of his business shirt, your eyes traveling across the wide expanse of caramel tinted skin and two pebbled mocha nipples.
He was fucking breath-taking.
You smiled mischievously as you squeezed the hand still lightly resting on Changmin's perky ass, the fabric of his trousers sliding slick against your fingers.
Changmin hissed, leaning back up vertically so he sat back on his heels, your hand falling from it's once happy position.
He said nothing as he pushed off the couch into a standing stance, soon walking towards your front door and sliding on his sitting shoes.
It took you a moment to realize his absence, leaning up on your elbows and pushing up to walk up next to him in the doorway, watching as he pulled on his coat.
Usually by now you would have said something, but tonight, for some reason, the silence answered more questions than any noise would.
It was comfortable.
Like the invisible wall that had been constructed between had fallen, leaving a gap for both of you to fill.
All you knew was that you were ready.
Ready to open your heart and let it spill out, to fill the gap...albeit slowly.
Once Changmin closed off the last button on his jacket, he kissed you once again, slow, calm, and deliberate.
His lips caressed yours in a sensuous massage of longing and depressing need, his hands only just lingering above your biceps, eyes open and watching.
You sighed as he pulled away, not wanting to let him go, “Call you?” you asked nervously.
He smiled and reached for the door, wrenching the nob open, “You have my number.”
You did have his number and dammit you were going to use it.
The door closed behind him with a quiet click, the tingle of his lingering presence still occupying in small particles around the room.
You wanted to jump for joy.
Scream to the heavens.
Rip off your shirt and swing from buildings like a futuristic Tarzan.
Anything to showcase your excitement.
Anything to let you exclaim to the world, he was yours.
He was really, actually, unbelievably yours.
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