{예민} i like the lights turned out, the sound of closing doors

I like the lights turned out, the sound of closing doors
Yesung/Changmin, 1012 words, pg-13

prompt:

Sometimes, I want to disappear some place
But I don't want to stay too long
Sometimes, I'm feeling so alone
trying to fit in where I don't belong
Hook me up, I want to feel the rain in my hair
Hook me up, where should we go, I don't even care
anywhere is good enough, hook me up
hook me up
- Hook Me Up, The Veronicas

i like the lights turned out, the sound of closing doors Your phone rings late one night, and it’s Changmin, and he sounds like he’s been crying. “Come over,” he says. A click, and the line goes dead. You go. You don’t have to ring the doorbell – the door swings open on its own, and Changmin is there. “I had a dream that the world ended,” Changmin whispers. You stare into his doe eyes over the threshold of the apartment and watch as the moistness builds up, spills over onto the sweet curve of a flawless cheek. He breathes your name into the stagnant air between your bodies, and you abandon any pretense you might’ve had to take him in your arms and hold him close to your warmth. You push the door closed with your foot and let him lead you inside the apartment. Yunho is gone and he is all alone. “I never dream anymore,” he says quietly with his hands. His eyelashes brush against his sharp cheekbones softly, the light casting elegant shadows on his smooth face. “Everyone dreams,” you answer gently, and his eyes look at you, through you, and they are bleak, and sad. “Everyone was dead,” he whispers. “Everyone was dead and I didn’t care. Everyone was dead and I was the only one alive, because the world was over.” A fat tear slips out and falls onto his hand, and he brushes away the trail it left on his cheek with an angry dash of his other hand. You can do nothing but watch, and listen closely – had you not been listening as close as you were, you might’ve missed the most important part- “Everyone was dead,” he murmurs to the floor, “and the only person I missed was you.” He snuggles closer in your embrace, throws a long leg over your rounded hip and pushes his face into your neck, breathes heatedly on the skin there. You are content with the quiet moments, such as these – not the moments, moments before when your tongue was curled into his and his fingers were digging ruts into your back. You are content with the moments in which you can hear the clock tick by the seconds, slow motion and everything floats around you like dust particles. You feel every intake and exhale of the boy in your arms, and you feel every twitch of his fingers on your spine, and every flutter of his eyelashes against your skin. You take this moment and freeze it in your mind, and tuck it away for a day when moments such as these are nowhere in sight. He twirls his fingers on your smooth chest and brushes his pinky finger against your nipple to watch you squirm. “Sometimes,” he mutters, presses a kiss to your collarbone, “I just want to disappear someplace, far away,” his fingers trail downwards, and upwards, and they make your head light. “Like where?” you say, breathlessly. He chuckles into your skin and the vibrations reverberate through to your spine. “Anywhere,” he breathes, and trails his nose up your neck. “I don’t need to stay long,” he reasons, kissing your jaw, “it’s just, sometimes, I feel so alone, like I’m trying to fit in somewhere I don’t belong…” “You do belong here, Changmin,” you say with a jerk of your head, pulling away from his hands and his lips and his touch to look into his brown eyes with all seriousness. “You do.” He stares into your eyes and his lips curve into a tiny smile, and it’s the first real smile you’ve seen in months. You have to leave in the morning; you pass Yunho in the kitchen and he drops a spoon on the ground with a clatter, his eyes following your form like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. “Good morning,” you say with a smile as you head for the door. He gapes at you like a fish. You’re close to forgetting that night when, three months later, your phone rings, and it’s Changmin. “Hook me up,” he says in greeting, and his voice sends an idle shiver down your spine lazily. “I’ll be right over,” you tell him, and grab Eeteuk’s keys as you hang up the phone. He opens the door in a pair of tight jeans and a tank top, hair mussed and cheeks rosy and eyes sultry and dark. “What’s this about,” you inquire as he closes the door behind you. Then, your eyes widen – there’s a small duffel bag by the door, packed, and you look back to meet his gaze. His eyes meet yours calmly. “I want to get out of here,” he says with a shrug. “Where?” you ask incredulously. He moves closer and his face is suddenly right in front of yours, and his scent fills your nose, his breath warms your cheek. “I don’t even care,” he murmurs, “anywhere is good enough, as long as you’re there.” He picks the location with a spinning globe and a wayward finger, and sets up the transportation and hotel while you throw necessities into a bag. He comes to you and takes out your hair straightener and your hair dryer and your hair gel, takes out your favorite shirt and your comfy pants and your other pants and the rest of your clothes. When he’s done, you have a few pairs of underwear and a toothbrush. “Um,” you intone, and he looks up at you with those soft, doe eyes. “Won’t I be needing those clothes?” He gazes into your eyes and smiles a slow, lazy, sexy smile, and shakes his head. “No, I really think you won’t,” is all he says before zipping up your bag and throwing it over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you soundly on the mouth. He pulls away after kissing you breathless and grins devilishly. “Now let’s ditch this hellhole.” He grabs your hand and you curl your fingers into his and follow the light in his eyes and the warmth of his hand, and let him lead you into the unknown. /end/