he called siwon to flaunt his celebrity status but…
#INDIRECT HYUNGWHORING #NICE WORK MINHO
Exercising or exercising?
Not sure if really working out or Minho is being plowed and mocking Changmin for it.
Either, Minho will pay dearly.
Minho helped himself into Changmin’s van after filming, using the little time he had before leaving for further schedules to see his hyung again. Once the two were alone, last of the staff hanging around the van called way, Minho climbed into Changmin’s lap, getting a groan from the older as he was still trying to look at his cellphone around Minho’s body squished into his now.
“Minho-ya..” Changmin’s soft voice called, head tilting around the younger to find his phone’s screen. He didn’t push Minho from his lap, not that said much.
Minho pouted, mumbled cute words, and still got no response. Frustrated his time was short and hyung was not paying enough attention to him, even after all the obvious touching and clinging while filming. Minho missed his favorite hyung, after all. He wanted attention.
Minho’s hands gripped the seat behind them, hips beginning to roll. It’s sloppy and not as sexy as Minho hoped. Changmin glanced up at Minho, face serious as Minho tried to bite his lips, cause that’s supposed to be sexy, right?
Pay attention to me, Minho wanted to shout.
“If staff find you like this, Minho..” Changmin cracked a smile now, head shaking. He grabbed for Minho’s arms to pull his hands back. Minho slowed his hips to a stop, lips bitten in a pout now instead of what he hoped was a sexy face.
“I miss you.”
Changmin dropped Minho’s arms, hands reaching to cup the younger’s face. Minho’s big eyes softened, head leaning into the warm touch. His mouth dried, unable to say what he wanted while staring into Changmin’s cute, mismatched eyes smiling back at him. Minho realized then how tired he was from back to back schedules. “I’m tired..” he confessed in mumble, expression stronger than his voice sounded.
Changmin nodded, understanding better than anyone. He tilted his head up, pulling Minho close enough to press a soft kiss to Minho’s forehead. Minho’s eyes closed, wanting to fall asleep in his hyung’s warm embrace more than anything - rest for a little while with someone he cared so much for.
Before Minho could try to even form words, a knock on the van signaled it was time to go. Changmin gently pushed on Minho to get up, eyes falling back to his buzzing cell. Minho climbed out of the van, eyes a little sad the fond attention was already gone as the older focused on his cell, talking to friends.
Before Minho shut the van door, he heard Changmin call sweetly, “Call me later, eh? Let’s talk.”
Minho peeked his head back inside, wide smile lively. He nodded at Changmin’s grin. “Of course.”
Changmin whinily shooed Minho, leaving Minho laughing and closing the van door, ready to face his busy schedules with a new smile and encouragement.
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…cast and guests thinking of love ideas for married couples | trans cr: tsks / 西游字幕
Changmin all very pleased by the idea while Minho laughs hard and drops his head.
Body language says it all.
You’re an awkward ball of awkward, Minho.
Lately I've been mourning the lack of ChangMinho fics and the way Minho was all over Changmin's lap in CKOTB (ep 4?)...I just really wanna know what happened after they finished filming:)
welp. Personally I think Changmin put Minho in a skirt to match his cute lil face. Minho wanted some Hyung lovin and that’s the only way he could get it, but secretly he likes to feel pretty.
“You’re such a tease,” Changmin grinned out, pulling at Minho’s worthless on-shoot clothes, seeing them unravel under his touch as if by magic. The younger circled away slowly, revealing his naked torso with each unwrapping roll of fabric.
“Tease?” he asked cheekily. “Me? Nevvvver~” he sang, ending up with his back against the glass of the window.
Changmin slowly stalked over to his dongsaeng, throwing away the useless roll of shirt in his hand. “So…” he started, stopping with his palms resting on both sides of Minho’s happily blushing face.
“You weren’t hoping for us to… meet like this?” he asked, tilting his head, running his fingers over the curve of the younger’s jaw.
Minho looked back at his hyung, smiling sweetly and holding the man’s wrist with his soft hand. “We’d meet like this anyway, hyung,” he answered confidently. Craning his neck closer to the other’s ear, he whispered— “Don’t you agree?”
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Another for that earlier HoDari prompt.
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Changmin wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with himself, or the many packets of colored powder he was carrying in his shirt, pulling it up to use as a makeshift basket.
Everybody else was busy dancing to the loud music, getting drunk on some kind of milky concoction that the Super Junior sunbaes were cooking up in one corner of the field and acting generally crazy. But at least they were certain about their role in this company “celebration”.
He walked around with a tentative smile on his face, nodding at people who waved him over to join in the jumping and dancing and losing himself to the music. But he set forth looking for a quiet spot, far away from all this messiness, this color, this noise— he was silently boiling over in irritation, having no use for the yellows and blues and reds cradled in his shirt; no use for the overly loud sounds blasting from the giant speakers.
He roamed aimlessly, noticing Yunho dancing with some other people, recognizable only by his dyed hair and the bottle of beer in his right hand. “Max kun!” he called, making a box around his mouth with his free hand. He beckoned the younger over. “Come on, join us!”
The maknae waved from the sidelines of it all, managing to spill two of the packets in his hold. He shook his head and mouthed an I’m fine here, seeing his hyung shrug and go back to his partying. He bent down to pick up the packets before realizing he wasn’t going to need them anyway.
He sighed and looked at the sky, his vision obscured by the cloth cover of the fabricated structure. He rubbed a hand over his face, completely exasperated with himself and the so-called merrymaking going on around him.
Somebody started a shower in one part of the gala and a stampede began, dragging Changmin with itself to the large overhead sprinklers. The music suddenly got even louder, and the colors got even more vivid. It was like the party was vomiting out another party. The man ground his teeth, scowling darkly at everybody who tried to dance with him.
“I can’t believe I didn’t decide to go home before this…” he said to himself.
Someone suddenly doused his front in turquoise colored water, upturning the leftovers of the bucket onto his head. He stood shocked for a whole minute of amplified laughter before he shook with fury and let out an angered growl, turning heel and stomping away.
“Filthy color, dirty people,” he muttered on his way. “Let me go!” he yelled at the person clawing at him and trying to get him to stay. “Ugly behavior like this should never be allowed… We have a reputation to uphold… filthy water… hands touching everywhere… disgusting! I wish I could just switch off the water supply and make all these idiots go bac—”
A water gun splattered him with a jet of blue-green and the sleeve of his now ruined shirt was immediately pulled at. He turned around and it brought him face to face with a Minho and a Jonghyun: both more lively and enthusiastic than usual, both covered in fifty different shades of pink and orange. Their hands clutched each other over exposed patches of skin, fingers sliding a school bus yellow over their bodies.
“Hyung, isn’t this fun?” the younger of the two asked, jumping up and down like an excited bunny. Jonghyun laughed raucously at his squeaky tone.
But Changmin lost his sight in that instant— trailing it over the smooth expanse of Minho’s shorts-clad legs, noticing their original milky color under smears of maroon and tangerine observing the soft rippling of the boy’s calf muscles every time he skipped or danced around Jonghyun.
The elder narrowed his eyes, gulping and wondering if someone had vaporized the Super junior sunbaes’ drink and sprayed it into the air, letting it seep into everyone’s minds with each breath and intoxicating them beyond reason.
“Dance with me, hyung!” Minho shouted over the loud music, his hair wet and falling onto his forehead, making him look younger than usual. Changmin found himself wanting to taste the sweet playfulness on the boy’s lips, seeing the bags under his eyes puffing up.
When he moved along with the hundreds of other people in the vicinity, he forgot to cringe at the cheap dance music, at the dirty unhygienic colors and the disgusting waste of water all this was.
Because Minho shimmied over to him, and Changmin couldn’t help grinning at the cuteness, opening his arms out for the younger to fit into. His wrists were tugged at, palms placed onto slender hips that rocked to and fro in his hold.
Changmin felt up Minho’s body, wordlessly claiming it as his own. His fingers stained neon blue and purple over the boy’s shirt, lifting it up and staining his stomach, too. With every sideways snap of his waist, Minho was making his hyung go crazy— and the elder was sure it wasn’t because he hadn’t eaten anything since that morning.
When Minho turned around, grinding his rear into Changmin’s crotch, not quite caring for the public setting or the company they were in, the elder man groaned into the back of his dongsaeng’s neck. The boy’s hips swayed left to right, back and forth, not bothering to keep time to blasting music, fingers twisting in strands of his own hair.
A storm of desire and delirium was about to break loose, slowly spreading over Changmin’s body and spilling out with his exhales. He could feel himself hardening, twitching against the other’s ass, wishing he could have more… He didn’t know what, just more of anything, if Minho promised to keep making those infinity loops with his hips.
His fingers ghosted over naked skin in smooth circles, his body moved against the other, finding a new reason to join in this pointless celebration. Minho tilted his head back, his eyes wild with lust, the rings of his irises barely visible.
“H-hyung,” he muttered, audible even over all the shouting around them. Pieces of paper confetti exploded from somewhere and stuck to their faces, their necks, their arms. “Max hyung,” he called again in a strangely thick voice.
“Yeah,” Changmin replied, licking over his lips and tasting color. “What is it, Minho yah?”
Minho opened his mouth to answer and someone threw a huge cloud of magenta over them, turning them more colorful than they already were. The two looked around themselves at this special wind of deep pink and then turned back to one other, smiling.
“Do you have room in your heart for one more?” the boy asked.
“For you?” Changmin asked back. “Always.”
Minho, could you not with your hands all up on Changmin’s thigh and leaning into him…
130416 Our Neighborhood’s Masters of Variety and Sports Ep 2 w/ TVXQ Changmin and SHINee Minho eng sub