*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: R (for language and sexual situations)
Pairing: HoMin (Yunho x Changmin)
Length: 7/10, pre-arc series
Disclaimer: SM owns the boys of DBSK, I wish I did.
"Just keep a hold, tell me, don't let go...
If you float away, if you float away.
Waiting too long for a ship to come,
Don't you float away, don't you float away."
Island - The Starting Line
A/N: Again, I am so sorry for taking so long to post up another chapter!!! I am such a boober that keeps getting into writing block stints and I really don't know what to do with it. *cries* It's like my mind and fingers are contradicting each other and my brain is just fried from school and all the stress from getting another group of Japanese girls coming my way next week. *sigh* I really hope this story makes sense and the character development is coming out like I have wanted it for a while now. If you get confused please tell me so I can clarify stuff for you! >.< But, past everything in my life, I hope you all enjoy the next chapter in TMBA! Please leave a comment if you read!
“Come in.” you replied to a knock that landed upon your office door, not looking up as you heard your secretary escort whoever it was inside.
You heard the footsteps approaching your desk as you set aside one paper into a small pile that had acquired itself upon your messy and cluttered desk.
Did people always have to visit when you were busy?
“How can I help y....” you trailed off as a smile broached your face as you realized who was standing in front of your desk. “Junsu, oh god how...”
“Hey!” he proclaimed, holding out his arms, waiting for the embrace you were presently walking towards.
Grabbing his shoulders you brought him into a deep hug, rocking on your feet like a wobbly chair, smiling stupidly into the top of his loose sports jacket and face mask.
“Holy shit I haven't seen you in....how long has it been?” you asked pulling away and holding him out at arms length, his smile grinning back at you with sunshine warmth.
Junsu sat down in the chair you offered, replying, “I think it has been a few months since we last had a chat...so I figured I might as well come see my friend...and do some super secret research on my competition.”
You rolled your eyes, sitting back down into the plush leather chair waiting near your desk, “Competition? Whatever, both Jaejoong and you are insanely talented, so no competition.”
He nodded and tapped his fingers against the wooden armrest of his chair, “I know I am only pulling your leg Mr. Business.”
“So to what do you want to talk about?” you asked, the sound of the chair rings creaking against your weight as you leaned back against the headrest.
He seemed to think a moment, considering his words, “Well I have heard a rumor...through the grape-vine.”
You had a feeling you knew what he was referring to, but decided to ask, “What is this rumor per se?”
He pursed his lips, “That you and Yunho...” he pointed to you and then to the wall, aiming at nothing in-particular, “You know.....bumping sausages.”
Breaking out into peeling laughter, you had to compose yourself before you could continue, “What the hell Junsu....where did that analogy come from?”
“Oh shut up with the snark and tell me...are you two really fucking?”
You cleared your throat, “Fucking, no...seeing each other, yes.” then you became curious, “Which grape-vine did you hear this from exactly?”
Junsu sighed, “Jaejoong pretty much beat it out of Yunho, who in turn told Yoochun who called me, and now here I am....getting the truth from the horses' mouth.”
Sighing deeply you closed your eyes a split second longer than was necessary, laughing under your breath at the secret you had kind of wished could have been kept that way. But between the DBSK members, nothing was secret, well, not until Jaejoong dies.
You looked back at Junsu, “So everyone knows?”
He nodded, “Yeah, everyone knows.”
“How long have they known?”
“WHAT!” you screamed, Junsu's face looking like he had made a boo-boo.
“Shit...I wasn't supposed to say that.”
You felt like banging your head against your desk, drilling a sharp bit through your skull, blasting a horn into your ear, anything to not think about Jaejoong and Yoochun laughing at his and Yunho's relationship.
“They laughed didn't they.” you stated more than asked of Junsu's uncomfortably looking form.
He shrugged, “I don't think so Min, they aren't that insensitive.”
Okay maybe he was right, they wouldn't laugh, but you still weren't exactly happy with Jaejoong right about now...or with Yunho for that matter.
“I know...I know they aren't....but really, this is my relationship with Yunho, not theirs to invade.”
you proclaimed, rubbing your chin with a sweaty palm as Junsu stood from his chair, coming up to the front of your desk.
“But we are your friends, and we have a right to know if one of you is banging the other.”
You sighed, “Fine...when Yunho and I get to the “banging” part I will let you know.”
He smiled, jest glistening from the whites of his teeth, “Do you know when you'll get to that part?”
Was he serious?
“No, I have no idea.” you replied, deciding on pretending to stack papers instead of staring at Junsu's smirking fish lips. “Why do you care so much?”
Junsu chuckled, leaning forward on the desk with his hands flat and his palms spread, “Cause to be quite honest...” he pulled in closer, whispering, “You fucking need it.”
Coughing on your own spit you replied, “Is it really that obvious?”
Junsu nodded, still leaning up on your desk front, “Shit yeah.”
Rolling your eyes seemed like the best reply.
Junsu sighed in annoyance.
“Come on Minnie...” he started, your interruption of 'don't call me Minnie' no longer phasing, “You look so wound up and serious...how long has it been since you had a nice, long, steamy session?”
You paused in the shuffling of the many papers on your desk, pondering how long it actually HAD been since you had had any kind of sexual encounter.
“Oh crap.” was all you had to say as realization bloomed upon your face.
“See, I told you.” Junsu stated, jumping slightly, “You need a good fuck.”
“Yes I know.”
“Long, steamy, sweaty...”
“You can stop now.”
“Eye-popping, toe curling, fucking orgasmic FUCK.”
You waited as he pushed back from your desk and started to wander around the room, fiddling with the many awards and trinkets littering five, floor to ceiling bookshelves along the back wall of your office.
“Are you finished?” you asked.
Junsu's eyes glittered, “Yes.”
You heard a chuckle emanate from the back of the room.
“What is it Junsu?”
He looked up at you, his naughty smile curling up towards his ears,
“Remember how big Yunho's dong was in the changing room?”
You wanted to throw something at him.
“Yes, I do remember, now could you stop talking about sex!”
“Sure if you promise to at least get down and dirty sometime soon.”
“Why should I talk to you about my sex life, Su?”
He shrugged, “Cause I am a friend that cares.”
He wasn't going to lay up was he?
“Fine...fine....shit, I will try and get laid....soon.....for you Junsu.”
Oh my god, he actually looked happy.
“For me? No no my Changminnie....”
“Don't call me Changminnie.”
“For your sexually starved soul.”
You glared at him.
“Anything else I should know?”
He nodded, “Take me out to dinner, I'm starving.”
“Do you really mind that they know?” you asked as Changmin ran a paint filled roller over the wall beside you, the sea-foam green falling in specks onto his dirty white shirt.
Changmin shook his head, continuing to roll the brush up and down, “I don't care anymore.” he looked at you, concerned facial expression stopping his painting, “Seriously, I'm over it.”
You nodded slightly, shrugging your shoulders, “Just checking.” His wall was really starting to look good, “If you want you can move to the next wall, once we are done with that we will be finished with the room.”
He seemed pleased with the thought as he picked up the paint roller and can, moving a few feet to start applying paint to the bare white wall.
“You know....” you started, eying your partner's paint spotted attire of dark washed jeans, ratty white t-shirt and blue tennis shoes. “I don't think I have seen you in anything but a suit lately. It's nice to see you in something different.”
He chuckled, “I usually don't take time off like this, most of my wardrobe is suits only because it needs to be.”
“I figured that as much, but,” you cleared your throat, “You look really good today.”
Pausing in his painting, Changmin dropped his roller and smiled, walking up to your front and kissing you softly upon the mouth.
Licking your lower lip with his tongue, Changmin chuckled, roaming backwards towards his forgotten wall, keeping eye contact the entire way, “Thanks.”
Replying took some force as you were minimally stunned at his instant reaction, “Your welcome.”
Changmin's strokes up and down the wall continued as you contemplated how you were going to make your insistent hard-on miraculously disappear while he wasn't looking. It was incredibly embarrassing how you managed to get happy in your pants every time Changmin even came within a 100 ft radius of you, let alone when he kissed you.
If it kept going like this you didn't know how long you could hold out without doing something drastic, though you had promised Changmin you wouldn't push him.
You remembered how on your last date he had mentioned how scared he was of discovering his homosexual self, learning slowly how to cope with the realization of for the past 23 years, he had been living a blatant lie.
He wasn't used to his “new” self, his somewhat unknown personality he had hidden inside for all this time.
Over the past few weeks he had changed, not by any large scale, but by minuscule pieces, as his discovery and enlightenment finally came together to create the full picture.
He was like a puzzle, you just had to find where you fit.
“Your quiet.” was all Changmin said to pull you out of your vivid thoughts.
“Sorry, just thinking.” you replied, beginning to paint once again, your green brush slightly dry from being out in the air too long. “Have you decided what you'd like for dinner?”
He didn't answer for a moment, “How about we go to my place and I make us lasagna?”
“You make lasagna?”
He shrugged, “When it comes from a package yeah.”
Your shoulders shook as you laughed at his easy-going ways, reminded of the man you once knew so well, yet were getting to know so happily over again.
“Sure, sounds like a plan....how about we get going?”
You didn't have to wait for his answer as he quickly divested himself of his roller, grabbing his coat from the middle of the room, and walked quietly out the door.
At least he was punctual.
Pulling up to Changmin's apartment building was nerve wracking. Not only had you never been there, you hadn't even known where it was or what to do once you got there.
You followed Changmin's car from the studio, trailing until you turned a corner into a small underground parking lot, the lights a terrible florescent yellow dully shining off the floor's dusty concrete gray.
Deciding to leave your coat in the car, you maneuvered yourself into a parking spot, almost jumping out of your car seat once you shifted into park.
Neither of you said a word as the elevator door opened, both stepping inside and naturally standing on opposite ends of the small golden box.
You looked up, unaware that what you would see was more than you had expected.
Changmin was standing, there, on the other side of the slowly rising elevator, his chest heaving up and down in harsh pants, his eyes glowing, almost coming alive, with a feral, lustful gleam aiming directly into yours.
He moved before you could speak, before you could ask what was wrong, pushing the “stop” button and shoving you, hard, up against the back wall, hands on your shoulders and in your hair, his lips hot and wet against your own.
A muffled groan escaped from between your busy lips, hands moving down to wrap lightly around Changmin's swaying hips pressed up onto yours, grinding and shifting.
Yes, your hard on was back, and it was very very happy.
You could taste his pent up fears metallic and cool against your tongue, feel the warmth twirling through the thin fibers of your clothing, he was all around you, encompassing you, making you forget all you had promised him.
You had said you wouldn't push him, you had said you would control yourself, but it seemed as though the passion was too much.
Too strong, the emotion building in your gut as he kissed you, boiling like water in a teapot set to whistle.
He growled, the vibrations from his chest molding into your mouth, over his tongue, sweeping breathy fingers down your neck and into the base of your hair.
You sucked in air from your nostrils, never wanting to part from his heated embrace less he run away afterwards.
Your leg pushed up between his own, wanting to feel the erection you knew was there against your heavy thigh.
His hips pushed against your leg, sliding up and along the jean covered exterior, creating breathtaking friction and a head banging moan.
A loud beep made you want to cry as it interrupted,
“Excuse me, is there anyone in there?”
Changmin pulled away from you, his face flushed, lips swollen, and hair mopped.
God you wanted him.
You both chuckled slightly knowing the intercom was still vibrantly on, no sense in having the whole world figure out what they had been doing.
Changmin cleared his throat, smiling, “Yes, uhm, the elevator seems to have stopped.”
The intercom buzzed, “Oh so sorry sir, we will have it up and running soon.”
“Thank you.” he replied, his voice hoarse and deep, turning to face you once again, “Well hi.”
A burst of laughter fell from your lips, “Hi yourself.”
A blush of red crimson blew over Changmin's face, “Sorry about that...uhm...you just...” he took a deep breath, “Kind of make me loose control.”
You felt like hammering your fists against your chest in triumphant animal glory, he had gone crazy over you, and you barely had to do anything...what a pleasant surprise.
You shook your head, “No no, don't apologize, it was....” your eyebrows wiggled, “It was great...more than great.”
He looked a little nervous, his arms still wrapped around your lower waist, hands massaging the small of your back, “I'm just spontaneous like that.” he giggled, “Better get used to it.”
“Oh I don't think you'll hear me complain.” you replied, leaning down to gently kiss him once again, reveling in the soft heat of his skin against yours. “But I do have one question...I thought you were feeling a bit off about the physical side of our relationship, what was with the sudden change of mind?”
Once you said it, you regretted it, Changmin's face looking like you had hit him with a ton of bricks, big fucking bricks.
“I well...” he seemed to consider his words, pulling away to bring his hands to his sides, “I am slowly getting used to this. Tonight as we worked at the studio I felt as though I could reach this point....and it was a lot easier to do it when I felt it most...”
Confusion shot across your features, “What is this “it” you are talking about?”
You almost swallowed your tongue as he looked up at you, eyes glittering black and swimming with heavy lust, “Need.”
The elevator started to move with a brunt pull upwards, yet your eyes did not leave Changmin's, glued to the erection fulfilling emotions sprawling from out of his irises.
“Oh.” was all you said in return, nodding and turning to face the golden elevator doors.
A sharp ping rose from the speakers as the elevator hit Changmin's floor, your soon to be lover stepping out of the now steamy box, “Come on, I'll make us some food.”
As he started to turn and walk away you followed, wondering how the man could change his emotions ever so quickly you hardly noticed.
You watched as he swiftly and quietly opened his door, holding it wide for you to walk in first.
Blue filmy curtains, cream and pearl, black and chrome, his apartment was matching, brilliant, and sophisticated.
Flicking his hands across the light switches, Changmin smiled and led you into the small kitchen, the adjoining sitting room with television happily situated past the sitting bar.
A sense of deja vu flooded through your veins...you had been here before.
In a dream?
Well you didn't exactly know.
All you knew was that this was where you wanted to be.
Where your heart felt most content.
This was home.
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