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Changmin, better known as Professor Ji, was a particular professor. He referred to the subjects in his lessons as his “friends” and said each lesson was better known as “knowledge amps”. At times he seemed aloof, but he was very serious. Not only did he teach Environmental Science, but he was the university’s Dance professor. But it was like he had a twin and each one taught a different subject, because the only thing that connected the two was the fact that he still referred to his subjects as his “friends”. He dressed differently, and even wore his hair differently. He was more laid back in dance class, almost like he was more confident. Meanwhile, in ES, he was more studious.
He taught dance every Wednesday and Friday. On Monday and Thursday, he’d teach Environmental Science, and once a month he’d give an outside project that was always due before the first class of the next month.
In dance class, he wore comfortable clothes while staying professional. His hair would be pulled up into a half ponytail, showcasing his faded undercut. Thin pieces of hair would frame his face, and at the end of class, those pieces would almost always be stuck to his face with sweat. He had an extensive course that varied different and mixed styles. He also liked to focus on flexibility, freestyle, and rhythm.
In ES, though, he switches.
During those classes, his hair was mainly styled back, bangs gelled away from his face, not a single hair out of place. His style varied from a three-piece suit, to a simple button-down and slacks. He’d never give quizzes and instead focused on making sure his students understood the subjects he was teaching. He was, however, very strict about the projects he gave monthly; they must be turned in on time, and they played a big part in your grade. He did have a check-in sheet for his students so that he could schedule meetings for students who may need a bit more information or attention.
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“Alright.” Changmin says while closing his book and turning off the projector. “Please remember that you have until the end of this weekend for your project. For those who’ve already submitted theirs, you should receive a grade by the weekend, if you haven’t already. I’ll be posting the requirements and goals for the next project, Saturday, on the student portal. Please make sure you are on the lookout for that.” He’s gathering his things when he looks out among his students. “If you haven’t received your confirmation email regarding any extensions you requested, please feel free to sign in on the check-in sheet so we can discuss it further.” He gestures to the sheet plastered to the wall. “With that, I’ll see you all Monday.” He gives them a quick flash of his dimpled smile and makes his way out of the classroom.
He can easily hear shuffling within the room as he leaves; he always found it funny how they never moved until he left the room.
“Mr. Ji!” Changmin hears a yell, and then another. “Professor Ji!”
When he turns around, he sees someone in a basketball jersey running up to him, papers in hand.
“May I help you?”
The athlete is huffing slightly but recovers quickly and holds out the paper in his hand.
“Juyeon asked me to give this to you. He’s stuck at basketball practice and said this was important.”
Changmin takes the paper and gives it a quick glance. “Juyeon? Lee Juyeon? This is an extension request. He needs to turn this in himself.” Changmin tries to hand the paper back, only for it to be nudged back into his arms.
“Please, we have a game coming up soon, and the coach is on our asses right now. He’s the captain, so he has no time to turn it in himself.”
Changmin squares his shoulders.
“If he has made the decision to skip my class, then he’s made his decision on what to make his priority. If I’m not mistaken, he’s also a student in another class of mine. Even if his grades are above par, it does not excuse his absence. I do not give leniency uselessly. It does not matter to me if he’s an athlete.” He takes the paper and rips it in half. “While I do accept many hand-ins electronically, you can tell your captain that if he does not turn this into me personally by tomorrow, then I expect his project in my dropbox before the first.”
With that, Changmin turns away and continues his way back to his office.
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Hyunjae jogs into the court, picking up a rolling ball along the way. “You’re an asshole.” He chucks the ball at Juyeon once he’s close enough.
“What did I do now?” Juyeon catches the ball easily. The laugh he lets out while asking is telling enough that he knows exactly what Hyunjae is talking about.
“Ji, he ripped that sheet up and even told me you could have submitted it online. Were you just trying to piss him off, or were you just trying to make me look like a fool?”
Juyeon laughs again, “Something along those lines. Tell me, did his face scrunch up or did that lost look flash in his eyes for a moment?”
Hyunjae balks at Juyeon for a moment, “Wait, so you are fucking with him?”
“Of course I am; when have you ever seen me fall behind?”
“Then why…?” Hyunjae and Juyeon make their way to the locker rooms.
“Maybe I’d like for him to remember my name?”
“By pissing him off?”
“By any means, really.” Juyeon laughs and Hyunjae follows right after. “I guess I can see where you are coming from, he’s quite cute.” Hyunjae muses.
“No.” Juyeon drops his smile.
“Woah…” Hyunjae lifts his hands up in a surrendering motion, “Possessive, much?”
“Shut up dude. I cannot include you as competition, you’re my best friend, but I’m not above hurting you. Fair warning.”
“Competition? Dude, first, you don’t look at people as game . Second, you know I’m interested in someone else. Third, and most important, who is on your enemy radar?” Hyunjae’s interest is caught, just as much as his head gets caught in his clean shirt.
“Literally all of my dance class.” Juyeon sulks, squatting down to tie his shoe.
Hyunjae can’t hold his laughter, nearly splitting a rib with how hard he laughs at Juyeon. “You’re hopeless, my man.”
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It’s Friday, and here Changmin is, before dance class, sitting in his office going over his ES class submissions.
He’s already gone through more than half of his students’ projects and graded them. He had also finished a check-list of the remaining students, so it took him by surprise when he’s going through his list to see a certain submission. At first, the name seems to spike a little interest; flushing from embarrassment when it takes him just a little too long for it to all click.
Juyeon, Lee
“So he turned it in on time.” Changmin thinks out loud to himself.
He skims over Juyeon’s project, quick to grab a pen and jot things down here and there. “Not bad.” Changmin muses with a final nod. He looks over at his clock and exits out of the portal. “Time for class.”
Changmin acknowledges when a student waves to him as he makes his way to his dedicated studio classroom. A wave here, a hello there– he has slipped into his dancer mindset, dimpled-smile adorned and boundless energy.
As he walks into the room, he sees that his students are all doing light stretches. “Morning everyone!” He greets them happily, all while pulling his hair up into his infamous ponytail. “Is everyone here?”
“There’s a few that we are still waiting on.” Sunwoo, his assistant, responds.
Changmin checks his wrist watch and nods, “They have a few more minutes before I lock the door. Let’s distance ourselves appropriately and prepare ourselves to get into some deeper stretches.”
His students move as guided and he stands at the front, between the wall of mirrors and his students. By the time he’s finished stretching his arms, two more students make their way in, bowing their heads to apologize.
“Sunwoo-ah, go ahead and shut the door.” He says while scrolling through his tablet, the sound of his bluetooth connecting echoes along the walls.
“Glad you could join us, Juyeon-ssi.” Changmin hears Sunwoo say before the door clicks shut.
“Sorry, I woke up late.” Juyeon says as he rushes to throw his bag to the side and takes a spot along the front row.
“You missed my ES class yesterday as well. If you can’t keep up then feel free to drop out.” Changmin says offhandedly and before Juyeon can respond, there is a soft song filling up the silence. Changmin directs his attention to his students, “You know what to do; grab a partner and get into those deep stretches. I’ll do a quick work-through of my own and then make my way around just in case you need my help.”
Changmin sits on the floor and easily gets into a full split. He gives a glance over his class before reaching ahead of him and pressing his chest against the floor. He’s done this so much that it no longer feels like a stretch, but it’s still better to be safe than sorry. When he sits back up, his eyes connect with Juyeon’s.
“Juyeon-ssi, participation is a big chunk of your grade, that includes stretches.”
Juyeon gestures to the class, “I have no partner.”
Changmin looked around, and damned be, Juyeon was right; even Sunwoo was paired up with a student.
“Alright, come here then.” He gestures beside him. “Sunwoo-ah, who is missing?”
Sunwoo pulls out his phone and looks over the roster. “Hyejin, Choi and Samuel, Choi; they are on leave for the next few weeks.”
“Thank you.”
“You can partner with me until the class evens out again.” Changmin tells Juyeon. “How flexible are you, so I know where to start with you?”
“I’m pretty flexible– not as much as you, but enough.”
Changmin nods, “Then we’ll try to extend your hold then.” Changmin stretches out his legs again and holds his hands out. “Put your feet against mine and let me guide you into the stretch. If it’s too much, just say so.”
Juyeon does as told, and when Changmin wraps his hands around his own, he could easily feel his heartbeat stumble.
Stretches go by without a hitch and when Juyeon has to move away from his professor, he tries to not show his displeasure too much.
Changmin pushes a few loose strands behind his ear, only for them to fall forward again. “Alright, split up into your groups. Starting with group A, I’ll play the song once. Show me what you’ve been working on. Sunwoo and I will be observing you; you can expect feedback in the student portal by morning.” He scrolls through his tablet and nods to himself. “After groups, we’ll have free time. I know that seven of you are preparing for some outside shows and auditions, so use the free time to work on your routines or ask for advice from one of us or even your classmates. Remember, that wherever you may lack, there is someone who holds that strength and asking for help is never a weakness.”
Sunwoo and Changmin stand on opposite sides of the mirrored wall. “Group A, you ready?”
Once they give their affirmation, Changmin presses play.
Group A and B go easily. Group C has small issues, like when a couple of students step off-beat and collide into each other. Thankfully, they were not hurt. Group D is where Changmin gets slightly distracted. It takes all of his willpower to stay focused, and he does, but the moment that group ends, his eyes immediately lock onto said distraction. Right in the corner of the room sat Juyeon, staring at him.
Something about the way his student stares at him is unnerving. It’s strange and confusing.
He waves it away mentally and calls forward the last group. Group E goes by swiftly and he calls for free time.
Changmin walks over to Sunwoo. “Anything of importance you saw?”
Sunwoo shakes his head, “Nothing more than what you saw. I think B and E have it down, they can probably start working on their individual performances for the semester. What do you think?”
Changmin scrolls through his notes, “I think I’ll grade them all next week. A and D are close, B and E have it down like you said, but C is the most problematic. I want to give them all the same amount of time for their individual performances, and we are already at the middle of the semester; we have to move on and I’ll have to grade them as they are.”
“You’re right. This is why you’re the teacher.” Sunwoo laughs. “Want me to post it?”
“Yeah, post on the portal that instead of just feedback, I’ll give group grades. I have my ES projects due this weekend as well, so add to it that I’ll get it posted, along with group and individual feedback notes, before our next class on Wednesday.”
“On it.” Sunwoo chuckles.
“Professor Ji?”
Changmin turns around and smiles at his student, “Haknyeon, how can I help you?”
“I have a scholarship performance on Sunday, I was given contemporary. Would you be willing to watch what I have so far and guide me from there?”
“Of course. Did you want to do it now, or we can wait until class is over?”
“If it’s no bother, could we wait?”
“Absolutely. Once class empties out, you’ll have all of my attention, sound good?”
“More than I could have asked for, thank you.”
“No problem, Hak.”
Haknyeon bows before rushing away.
“Teacher’s pet.” Sunwoo mumbles.
Changmin elbows him in the side, earning a rough grunt. “You used to be like that, and look at you now; still stuck to my side like a leech.” Changmin jokes around.
Sunwoo chuckles until he’s hissing through his teeth. He steps closer to Changmin’s side and whispers close, “You’ve got a fan.” Changmin casually looks around, catching what Sunwoo saw. “Did you fail him or something? He looks like he’s either going to eat you alive or pummel you to death.”
Changmin smacks Sunwoo. “I haven’t done anything to him. I don’t know what his deal is either.”
The rest of the class was spent with Sunwoo making comments from the side, students coming to either of them and asking for some help in some form, and Juyeon’s unwavering gaze.
If Changmin was being honest, Juyeon’s gaze made him a bit hot under the collar. He was unsure exactly what it meant , but he did know that it unsettled him more than it should, more than he should allow it to.
He shakes it off and squares his shoulders, “Alright everyone!” He gathers their attention and smiles brightly, “You’ve all made improvements on your group performances. That being said, Sunwoo-ah posted on the portal that I’ll be grading and sending out both group and individual feedback. This means that group performances are officially done.” There are a few groans and sounds of happiness.
“If you feel you could have done better, just know that you can prove that with your individual pieces. Over the weekend, I would like for you to email me three things; your top dance style, your worst dance style, and one you’d like to try. From that list, Sunwoo and I will find songs for you to choose from, and you’ll create a performance for your chosen song. Some time during the next month, I’ll create a schedule where I will work on your dances with you, one-on-one. Sunwoo will also have a schedule made, where you will work with him. By the end of the second half of the semester, you will have to record and submit your dance to the student portal; if you need a camera or studio space, I’ll have a sign-up sheet for both.”
“So are we working on these dances outside of class?” One of his students asks.
“Yes, in class we will be working on further expanding your knowledge on dance styles and fusion dance. Most days, we will be learning not only how to dance different styles, but also the history behind it. Some days, I’ll either prepare a movie that can help you learn more visually or claim it as a free day, where we can just dance for fun and let loose.”
Changmin looks around the room and smiles at his students, “If you have nothing else to ask, then you are all free to leave. Have a great rest of your day and an even better weekend. If I don’t see you beforehand, then I will hopefully see you all Wednesday.”
With that, everyone gathered their things and filed out of the room, excited chatter following behind them.
“Do you want me to stay behind?” Sunwoo asks.
“Nah, I know for a fact that you have an anniversary coming up and if you forgot again, then I’ll have to find a new assistant.”
Changmin watches as the color drains from Sunwoo’s face and his eyes widen. “Did you seriously-”
“NO! I still have time!” Sunwoo rushes to his bags and gathers his things. “I’ll text you later, I’ve got things to prepare!” Changmin could only watch in amusement while Sunwoo runs out.
“Hak-” Changmin turns around to see not only Haknyeon waiting, but also Juyeon sitting on top of one of the speakers. “Oh, Juyeon, did you need something?”
“Nope.”
“Well, Haknyeon has asked for me after class and unless he’s okay with you being here, then I’d like to ask you to leave.” Changmin turns his attention to Haknyeon, silently asking him the underlying question.
Haknyeon looks between the two before answering, “I don’t mind if he stays, I have to get over my fear slowly anyway.”
“If you’re sure.” Changmin supplies. “What song are you using, I can either pull it up for you, or you can plug in directly.”
“I’ll plug in.” Haknyeon makes his way to the sound system and plugs in his phone.
“Go ahead and put it on repeat, we can listen to it once to get a feel, then you show me what you have on the next go. After that, we can discuss what you want help with.”
“Alright.” Haknyeon does as suggested, and while the song plays, he removes his shoes and socks.
During the first play of the song, Changmin closes his eyes to really absorb the melody and lyrics. Once the song begins to fade out, he opens his eyes and focuses solely on Haknyeon. Haknyeon stands in the middle of the room before him and readies himself. As soon as the melody repeats, his body moves.
Haknyeon ends on the floor when the song fades. Changmin grabs his phone and lowers the volume of the speakers so that the music plays in the background softly. He walks and sits in front of Haknyeon. “Tell me what you’re needing help with, or how you see this performance, completed, in your head.”
Haknyeon plays with the hem of his joggers, “I have blank spots in a few places, and I don’t see it flowing well. The way I see it, I’d like for the dance to be energetic like a storm, up to the climax, and right at the fall, I want it to be the calm after the storm– Like leaves riding the wind.”
“I can see that.” Changmin taps at his chin thoughtfully. “The first part, you have that energy you want. If you want to make it even more impactful, then we can solidify those isolations and angles. To make it smoother and fill in the gaps, we can just utilize the space you’re provided. A storm isn’t a contained thing, it’s widespread and touches all in its path; we can add that. At the right time, with the song, you can go into the calm of the performance, using the transition of the song itself.”
Changmin stands up and gestures to the side with his hand. “Stand over there and I can show you what I mean.” He maps out his steps and the area while he waits for the song to repeat and once it does, he follows the music.
“How’s that?” Changmin asks from the floor when he’s finished.
“Perfect.”
“Amazing.”
Both Haknyeon and Juyeon respond.
Changmin clears his throat and stands up. “Would you like to give it a try again, yourself? Maybe add a little bit more of your own personality to it?”
Haknyeon dances to the song again and when he’s finished he’s got a huge smile on his face. “That felt so much better.”
“It looked better. From what I see, you’ll do just fine. Give it a couple more runs on your own, and remember to stretch before. Those reaches you added in could easily pull something, so you need to be mindful of your body.”
Haknyeon bowed, “Thank you so much, really.”
“It’s my job, and it was nothing, honestly. I love to dance and help others, so it goes hand-in-hand.” Changmin smiles.
“I’ll take my leave then; thank you again, Professor Ji.”
Haknyeon slips his shoes on, sockless, and leaves after grabbing his bag and phone.
The room enters a weird state of silence when Haknyeon leaves and Changmin feels awkward all over again. “Uh, Juyeon, if you don’t need anything, then I’m going to clean up.”
“I’m good.”
Changmin has to force himself from rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I have to clean up, and if you don’t need anything, then I need to ask you to leave, again.” He directs a glare Juyeon’s way.
“Ohh. Got it.” Juyeon hops down from the speaker and grabs his bag. “See you Monday then, teach.”
“Of course, Mr. Lee.” Changmin says offhandedly and follows Juyeon to the door. “Have a nice weekend.” He says while closing the door behind Juyeon and locking it.
He breathes out a puff of relief, feeling as if bricks were removed from his chest. He didn’t know just one student and their unwavering gaze could make the room feel ten times too small. He shakes his head clear and quickly cleans up the room.
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Over the weekend, Changmin finished grading all of his ES projects. He facetimed Sunwoo to go over song selections for his dance class and to add his feedback to the group performances. They also discussed the finishing touches on Eric’s, Sunwoo’s partner, surprise.
Sunwoo had also formally requested the next two weeks off so that he could take Eric away for a bit. Changmin, of course, readily agreed. He’s a sucker for making people happy and he can just see the smile on Eric's face, so vividly; it brings a smile to his own face.
“Don’t mess it up this time, Woo. Eric’s been ready since last year. Make that man your fiance already.” Changmin encouraged him.
So now it’s Monday, and even though his weekend was filled with all work and no play, he’d prefer that over anything else any day.
When he gets on campus, he stops by the campus cafe before heading to his classroom.
“Changmin, good morning! The usual?” Younghoon, the owner asks.
“Yes, please. Oh, instead of coffee can I actually get a chai tea?”
“Of course, long weekend?” Younghoon makes light conversation with his back turned.
Changmin hums an affirmative, “It's the grading period right now; we're also transitioning to the second half in my dance class. If I don’t stay on top of it, then I’ll fall behind.” He laughs lightly.
It takes no time before Younghoon is turning around with a pastel yellow box and cup. Changmin takes a tentative sip from his cup and hums delightfully. “Delicious. Were the pastries made this morning or last night?” He peeks into the box.
“This morning. Last night’s batch was sold out an hour ago.”
“Popular.” Changmin picks at Younghoon. “How’s Chanhee doing?”
Younghoon works on another order while answering him, “He’s good. He swears up and down that that field trip is going to make him return home bald and three to four students less, but every time I talk to him, he can’t stop raving over how picturesque Paris is.”
Changmin picks up his stuff and shakes his head, “I could never. I know there are guardians with him and that our students are old enough to care for themselves, but I wouldn’t be able to mentally deal with all that. Tell him I said Hi, and that he’s stronger than I.” Changmin and Younghoon share a chuckle. “See you later, Hoon.”
Changmin catches Younghoon yelling goodbye after he’s left.
Entering his classroom, he’s the first there. He’s got about thirty minutes before his students show up. This gives him enough time to clean the interactive whiteboard, pull up his lesson for the day and eat his pastry.
He doesn’t understand why the previous professor couldn’t clean up their scribbles.
Changmin is seated behind the desk, knees crossed, as he finishes the last bit of his flaky-homemade deliciousness. He’s going through his notes on his laptop and sipping on his tea when the first student comes in, bowing their head and finding a seat.
It takes no time after the first student for more to come in. Little greetings here and there as they find their seats. Soon enough, his classroom fills out, and his cup grows empty. He looks at his watch and stands up from his chair, using his hands to remove the wrinkles on his thighs from where he was seated.
He picks up his cup and throws it away as he walks to the door, “Is that everyone?” He looks over his students and sees an empty seat. Well then… “I suppose so.” He shrugs and closes the door; just as it’s about to latch, a shoe stops the door from closing all of the way.
“Lee Juyeon, so nice of you to join us.” Changmin allows him inside and shuts the door behind him.
He watches as Juyeon takes his normal seat along the front row while he makes his way back to the front of the class. “How was your weekend?” He directed the question to the class; various responses came back to him.
“Good, good. I hope it is safe to assume that you’ve all seen your results by now and have gone over the checklist for this month’s project. If I am correct, then do any of you have any questions before we start today’s lesson?”
He waits a moment for anyone to speak up, when they do not, he turns to his laptop. “Great. If you think of anything later on, then you know my email is open. Let’s get your notebooks out for now.”
Changmin goes over his lesson. He’s a thorough teacher who goes at an appropriate speed so that all of his students stay on track. He would occasionally turn around and give them a moment to ask questions, catch up with the information provided, or to gauge if they are taking in the information.
Every time he’d turn around, his stomach would jump into his throat, because there Juyeon was, staring at him endlessly. He keeps his poise and professionalism though, ignoring Juyeon and even pretending the student doesn’t exist, for now.
After a while, his watch vibrates, letting him know that he has five minutes left. He finishes his sentence and then turns to the class, looking at everyone except for Juyeon. When it looks like everyone has caught up, he shuts his laptop and sets his pen down. “Any questions before I let you all go?”
A hand raises and Changmin nods their way, “If abiotic factors change, can species adjust to them or will they die?”
“Lia, right? That is a good question. If abiotic factors change, the species’s response varies. Take us as an example. If the temperature changes, our bodies will change as well but it all depends on how quick or slow the change is that determines how we react. If it gets hot slowly, we sweat, but if it's quick and enough, we’re likely to faint and overheat. Same thing for if it gets cold; slowly, we can prepare ourselves to withstand it, using protective measures. If it’s quick, then we could get cold too quickly and endure hypothermia, which could lead to serious issues. Does that answer your question?”
She jots a few things down and nods in response, “Yes, thank you.”
“Anyone else?” Changmin waits for a bit. “Well then, I will see you all Thursday, please be aware that we will have fieldwork that day, so make sure you have appropriate footwear, your journals, and cameras. Bring a water bottle as well, since we will be staying outside for the whole class hour. Thank you for coming!”
All the students shuffle around, gathering their things and making their way out of the classroom.
Except for Juyeon, that is… He stays seated, arms crossed over his chest and knees crossed; he continues to stare at Changmin.
Changmin waits for the majority of his students to leave before he slowly walks up to Juyeon and stops in front of the table. “Mr. Lee, if you wish to not partake in class, then the offer from dance class applies here as well. If you have any issues with me, then I'd like for you to make them known so that we can both focus.”
Juyeon smirks, and it throws Changmin slightly, “Do I distract you, Professor Ji?
“I did not say that.”
“You technically did.”
“Mr. Lee-”
“Call me Juyeon, you used to.”
Changmin sighs audibly this time, “Mr. Lee, I can easily drop you from my courses, so if you wish to continue this, then you shall do so on your own.”
Changmin turns around, attempting to cut the conversation there, only to stop in his tracks by one word. Sorry .
The issue with that word is that it sounded condescending. Teasing and taunting.
Changmin takes a moment to look around the classroom and finds it empty, aside from Juyeon and himself. He turns around quickly and squints at Juyeon with anger. “What is your problem?”
Juyeon laughs, “My problem?” He inhales deeply and bends forward to prop his elbows on the table and his hand under his chin. “Let’s see. I have a gorgeous professor, younger than me by nearly five years. He’s insanely smart and talented; not to mention extremely flexible. You’re too friendly with everyone and an absolute distraction, so much so that I question how in the hell I am passing and still able to go to matches.”
Changmin gapes, speechless. “How? What?” He fumbles a bit over so many questions before settling on one, “How am I a distraction?”
A wicked grin pulls at Juyeon’s lips. “Simple, Ji Changmin.” He stands up and walks around the table to perch halfway on the edge, arms crossed over his chest again; Changmin creates some needed distance.
“You see, Prof. Every time I see you, I can’t help but want to tear you away from anyone who gets close. I’m also dealing with this feral side of me who wants nothing but to slam you into the nearest object and fuck you senseless.” He says nonchalantly.
Changmin’s mouth drops open.
Juyeon just watches him silently with a sick grin, satisfaction running through his veins at Changmin’s response. He gives him time to process.
That time to process turned into one of action, on Changmin’s end. He steps forward and cleanly smacks Juyeon.
Juyeon groans and nurses his cheek while Changmin gathers his things quickly. “You are no longer welcome to my classes.” Changmin says as he rushes out of the room, leaving Juyeon behind.
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“You did what!?”
“Come on, Sang… I have a migraine as it is; I need advice.” Changmin buries his toes under Sangyeon’s thigh as he clings to a pillow.
“Fine, fine; come here.” He pulls Changmin by the ankle until he’s in his lap. He rubs Changmin’s back slowly and softly.
“I know what he said is insane and out of pocket– a complete shock to you– but have you given yourself a chance to process? Outside of shock, what else did you feel?”
Changmin is silent for a moment before slitting his eyes at Sangyeon. “If you think I could feel anything for just anyone who talks to me like that, then you are wrong. Just because I like it when you degrade me and make me feel like I’m the only thing in your line of sight, does not mean that I’ll drop to my knees just for anyone who might do the same.”
“I didn’t say that, but as you talk about him, have you noticed your ears feeling a bit hotter and the submissive actions you’ve unconsciously been doing?”
“You’re delusional.”
Sangyeon grabs Changmin by the back of his neck and forces him to look at him, “Am I?”
“S-Sang…”
“Just think about it, little one.”
“I can’t think of anything with you like this…”
“Do you want me to let you go then?”
“N-no… I don’t want to think right now… Can we-?”
“If you promise to give it some thought later, I know he went about it the wrong way, but maybe this kid could take care of you like I used to.” Sangyeon supplies, letting his hand fall from Changmin’s nape to slowly drag fingers down his collarbone.
“I’ll think it over, just make me forget everything for now… Make me forget that; make me forget you’re leaving; make me forget everything.”
“Anything for you. Always.” Changmin whimpers into the hot and heavy kiss that Sangyeon gives him.
.
When Changmin wakes up, there’s a glass of water and a pill for his migraine and any soreness he may have. There is also a handwritten note from Sangyeon letting him know that breakfast was in the microwave and that he’d see him later before he had to catch his plane.
He spends his Tuesday wallowing in bed and thinking about the situations at hand. By the time Sangyeon makes it back, he’s still at a loss but devotes all of his attention on Sangyeon.
When it comes time for Sangyeon to leave, Changmin helps him load his things in his car and drives him to the airport. There, he kisses Sangyeon goodbye and wishes him well with tears hidden in his eyes. Though the words were never said, they are both very well aware of how much they mean to each other. As lovers, they can’t be; as friends who know each other inside and out, that is how they will be from now on.
When Changmin makes it home and settles into bed for the night, he thinks the situation over again. He doesn’t have to remove Juyeon from his classes; he doesn’t have to engage with Juyeon either.
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Weeks of classes pass by and Juyeon’s seat has been occupied by one of his friends– not that he was paying attention or anything.
He overheard how the campus’s basketball team kicked ass and were advancing . During that time, Juyeon continues to miss both of his classes; again, not that he was paying attention to any of that.
Sangyeon had called him and showed Changmin his new home in Japan through video chat. He even showed him his new office and the garden located on the roof of his company building.
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Another week passed and the monthly ES projects were due.
Changmin was sitting in his office when a knock interrupted his reading. “Come in.”
“I have an extension form filled out that I need to turn in.” Juyeon holds the paper in hand while standing in the doorway.
Changmin holds his breath at the sight of Juyeon again. It’s not like he was thinking of him, worried, or whatever. “Sit down, I’ll look it over now.” He holds his hand out for the paper and gestures for Juyeon to not only sit, but to also shut the door behind him.
He looks over the form and nods once, “Is this because of basketball or your failure to show up to classes?”
“As the captain, I take on a major role within the team. Right now we are preparing for a very important meet and these past few weeks have been hard on us all. We all had to make a choice.” He says simply with a passive shrug of his shoulders.
Changmin bites back a scoff, trying his utmost best to keep things strictly professional. He doesn’t even understand why his chest tightened when he saw Juyeon in his doorway or why his emotional side wants to fight with his rational side. He doesn’t feel anything for his student, right? Right.
He clears his throat and grabs his pen. “I can give you a two week extension at most. Next month’s project will still be as expected, so do not let this extension impede your last project.” He signs off on the form and then passes it through his scanner. “You can have this back; I have it in my files, and I’ll also change your due date on the portal. Anything else?”
“No, thank you.” Juyeon takes the paper back; he folds it up before putting it in his pocket.
For some reason, that Changmin just cannot wrap his mind around, Juyeon’s indifference really irked him. As a simple man, one can only really take so much. Seriously, after the things Juyeon told him, how could he act like nothing at all was said or done? The things Juyeon said can’t be taken back… No matter how much Changmin tries to forget it…
“You know…” Changmin starts, his arms crossing over his chest in defense and slightly rising anger. Reign it in Changmin… You’re his professor… Keep it together.
“Yes?” Juyeon asks after Changmin goes silent.
Changmin debates his next words and then shakes his head, deciding on a different route. “Do you plan on making it to my classes? I can only accept so many absences from both of my classes.”
“The dean signed off on a pass for ES; that is also why my friend is taking care of my notes. As for dance, I have two out of the allotted ten days left to miss, consecutively. The last game of the season is next week, so I’ll be back right after that.” Juyeon supplies and then adds on, “This isn’t even a home game, so we're leaving campus tomorrow. I was only able to come here because we finished early, and thankfully you were in on an off day.”
“So you’re telling me that if you hadn’t finished earlier, or if I was not in my office, that you wouldn’t even be here? You are aware that if you failed to turn in your project, then that would destroy your grade, no matter who you have sitting in your seat.” Changmin whispers that last part.
“I had no time.”
“You had no time?” Changmin repeats incredulously. “If you had time to sleep, eat, and socialize, then you had plenty of time to reach out. It takes no time to shoot me an email asking for us to meet so that you can get your extension form signed or so that you could explain why you are missing my classes. You’re lucky I didn’t drop you from my classes in the first place, and now you-”
“Why didn’t you?”
Changmin freezes.
That infuriating smirk tugs at Juyeon’s lips, and he bends forward slightly, angling his body closer to Changmin. “Why didn’t you drop me, Professor Ji?” He tilts his head, amused.
“I-” Changmin starts and stops. “As-” He clears his throat, his mind going a mile a minute. “As your teacher, it was better to keep this professional. It would not fair you well, if I dropped you. If- No– because I can separate the two issues, I saw no reason to jeopardize your athletic scholarship.” Changmin inhales and squares his shoulders. “However, I see I made a mistake.”
“How so?”
“Given that look on your face and your assumption, the two issues cannot be separated at all. To be quite frank with you, it’s disappointing.” Changmin states. Gather yourself, Changmin…
“No. It’s infuriating. I give it to you for being so ardent about basketball, but academically wise you fall short. You’ve proven yourself to be irresponsible not only in your studies, but also with your words. I mean for someone who acted so possessive and brazen-”
“Is that what this really is all about?” Juyeon interrupts. “The last time we talked, are you stuck on it? That’s probably the real reason as to why you didn’t drop me from class.” Juyeon’s smirk grows and he stands, putting his palms on Changmin’s desk. “I’ve got your mind in a mess, don’t I?”
“You-”
“Don’t finish that. Whatever you’re about to say, I want you to actually think about it. Disregard your position as my teacher. Disregard what I said to you, or better yet, how I said it. I apologize, I could have handled my attraction to you better. I could have done many things differently, but I didn’t. So with that in mind, pretend I confessed to you normally, in a normal setting, with normal words.”
Changmin takes in every word; he sits on them and thinks it over.
“It would be different…” Changmin starts.
“But not in the way you think… and I think that makes me a bit sick in the head, really.”
Juyeon tilts his head in confusion.
“If you came to me in a normal setting and confessed normally, I wouldn’t be stuck on you. I’d tell you no and go about my day.”
“What?”
“He was right…” Changmin says mainly to himself, but still out loud nonetheless.
“Huh?”
Changmin looks up and drops his arms. “I’d tell you no simply because I would have been still hung up over my ex. The fact that you came at me the way you did, reset my brain in a way. I talked it over with him: what you did and my outright anger. He tried telling me to really think it over and try to focus on how it made me really feel.”
“I’m getting lost.” Juyeon says.
Changmin sighs. “I’m saying… In a normal situation, I would turn you down and think nothing of it. This is not a normal situation. I’m just as fucked up as your confession.” He inhales deeply and locks their eyes. “I’m saying that… I might be interested after all.”
Shock washes over Juyeon’s face. His eyes go wide, and for once, he’s speechless.
Changmin feels his cheeks warm over as he puts away his laptop and the files he had sprawled out. “C-Can you say it again..?”
Juyeon blinks out of his stupor and that achingly familiar smirk spreads across his lips. “What?” He asks amusingly. “You want me to fuck you against the nearest surface?”
Changmin nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“If I do, what are you okay with? Can I call you by your name, and you call me by mine?”
“I’m okay with anything; I like pain, within reason. I like to be degraded, obviously. I love dirty talk. You can call me anything, except for little one. If I don’t like something, or if I don’t want to continue, I’ll pinch you or say melon.”
Juyeon nods with the information given, pocketing the “ little one ” information for later. He stalks closer to Changmin and says softly, “And what of us? What will we become?” The insecure side of him peeking out.
“This is it … for now. We can visit the topic after this stifling tension fades and you're no longer my student.”
“ This is it .” Juyeon repeats with a chuckle. “We’ll see.”
With that being said, he steps into Changmin’s bubble and wraps a hand around his hip. “Your face is so red right now; are you excited?”
“Of course I am…”
“You sound so meek, so tiny. It makes me want to gobble you up.”
Changmin closes his eyes and inhales shakily. “Please…”
Juyeon chuckles. He takes his other hand and softly grasps Changmin’s chin, his thumb slowly swiping over his bottom lip before tugging it down gently. He kisses Changmin ever so softly, basically a simple press of lips. It’s the inhale that Changmin drags through his nose that has Juyeon pulling away a mere centimeter before diving in and kissing Changmin with all that he has.
Juyeon wraps Changmin up in his arms, a tight press between the two. They are a mess of pressed lips, the sound of their lips against one another, and the sharp inhales they both take, breathlessly. Juyeon slips his hands under Changmin’s sweater and pulls it off; he’s quick to reconnect their lips. Even when he jerks off his own shirt, it is like his and Changmin’s lips are magnetized towards each other; almost like they are starved for each other.
He slips his hands under Changmin’s ass and hefts him up into his arms. He squeezes his ass cheeks a couple of times and gropes him while they kiss. Juyeon ends up depositing him onto the top of his desk and his hands move to Changmin’s thighs. He spreads his legs further and presses their groins against one another, thrusting against him.
“Ah-” Changmin moans out, his hands finding purchase along Juyeon’s biceps. “Ju-ya, please…” He groans out into the kiss.
“ Please , what, Min-ah?” His lips slip from Changmin’s and ventured down his long neck.
“Fuck me, please.” Changmin whines out when Juyeon nips a bit roughly in a certain spot of his neck.
“You’re so whiny, I love it.” Juyeon teases.
He nips harder in another spot and Changmin hisses this time; it’s painful but deliciously so.
Juyeon undoes Changmin’s slacks and pries himself away from the smaller to kneel in front of him. He pulls off Changmin’s shoes and then works him out of his slacks. Once his legs are bare, he presses a kiss to the inside of each knee and even bites into the meat of his right thigh. Changmin’s immediate reaction has his hand clasping into Juyeon’s hair and an unconscious bucking of his hips.
“I am as much of a biter as you are, if not more. Each bite you give me, I’ll give you three in their place.” Changmin warns him.
“I look forward to it.”
Juyeon hooks his fingers into the waistband of Changmin’s underwear and swiftly pulls them off, leaving him bare on his desk. All that Changmin has left on are his socks. “You too.” He half-demands, half-asks.
Juyeon slips off his pants and boxers in one motion, letting them fall to a heap on the floor and then kicking them aside.
“You’re big…” Changmin mumbles to himself, making Juyeon chuckle.
“That’s a good thing, right? Think you can take it?”
Changmin’s ears go bright red and his neck flushes darker, “Oh, I’ll be able to take it.”
A dark look passes over Juyeon’s face and his smirk falls. “Don’t think of him.”
“Oh?” Changmin is the one smirking this time. “There’s that possessive side.”
He scoots closer to the edge of the desk and pulls Juyeon in with his legs, his arms following suit and crossing behind his neck. “I wasn’t thinking of him. I was thinking of the things you could do. You might just be able to keep your word this time.” He finishes off with a bite to Juyeon’s neck, right below his ear. “Where’s that feral side?” He whispers hotly into Juyeon’s ear.
Juyeon growls right after Changmin speaks and he’s slamming their lips together. The kiss is almost bruising, tongue heavy, and so wet.
Juyeon has his nails of one hand dug into Changmin’s thigh while the other is clasped tightly onto his waist. Changmin can feel his arousal double over and he feels himself get wet against the desk.
He spreads his legs and grabs ahold of Juyeon’s hand, leading him in between his cheeks. Juyeon catches on and is about to pull away to spit on his fingers, but when he touches Changmin’s asshole, he realizes it’s wet. “Holy shit.” Juyeon whispers. “I’ve never done that to someone before.”
Changmin blushes harder and hides his face in Juyeon’s neck. “I’m insanely turned on right now, that’s all. Don’t get a big head about it.”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve never been this turned on before; and the credit is all yours, by the way.” He presses his hard-on against Changmin’s thigh for emphasis. At the same time, he rounds his finger over Changmin’s hole before slowly pressing in. It’s a smooth but tight glide in. The heat of Changmin around Juyeon’s fingertip has him leaking against Changmin’s thigh and a groan slipping from his lips.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
“Hurry up then.”
Juyeon does as told and works his finger in. Soon enough, one finger becomes two, and then three. His fingers leave Changmin a panting mess, and he, himself, is aching.
He pulls his fingers out and gives Changmin’s cock a few teasing and soft tugs, swiping his thumb over his already weeping tip. “Do you want to stay like this, or do you want me to fold you over the desk?”
“Like this first.”
Juyeon lifts Changmin’s chin and pecks his lips once. “Eyes on me.”
Once he has Changmin’s attention, he strokes his own cock a few times, spreading his precome along his cock. His hand falls to Changmin’s thigh and pushes it to the side as he guides himself closer. Changmin moves slightly so that his ass is half off the desk and he supports himself with his hands behind himself. He even moves his other leg so that his foot can be perched in his chair, giving Juyeon even more room.
Juyeon steps closer and slowly guides himself inside of Changmin. It’s a tightness that takes Juyeon’s breath away and has his forehead falling to Changmin’s shoulder. Changmin isn’t faring any better but he still makes a quip at Juyeon. “And you told me to keep my eyes on you ?” His laugh is broken by a moan when Juyeon bottoms out.
“You’re so tight…” Juyeon grits out. “So hot, too.”
Changmin gulps around his dry mouth. “You’re so big, Ju-ya.”
“I’m gonna move.”
“Yeah, yeah, please do.” Changmin whimpers and wraps his arms around Juyeon.
Juyeon grunts slightly when he pulls out just a little bit and then they both moan when he goes right back in. It’s a slow start, just a simple thrust to get the feel of each other and adjust to the tightness swallowing his cock. Soon enough, Changmin’s nails are digging into Juyeon’s back and their lips are slotted together. Juyeon builds up a comfortable pace that has pleasure steadily building for them both. At times, Juyeon will thrust in at the perfect angle, which has Changmin seeing stars and crying out his name.
“Bend me over the desk.” Changmin requests after some time. His ass is growing sore from the edge of the desk and he really just wants Juyeon to pound him recklessly.
Juyeon gives Changmin one more kiss before he carefully pulls out and helps Changmin stand up. He turns Changmin around and pushes him down gently until his chest hits the desk. Changmin hisses when his nipples touch the cold part of his desk.
Juyeon soothes his sides and uses his own foot to knock Changmin’s legs apart. “You’re a sight like this.” He groans out, his hands venturing over Changmin’s skin and grappling at his ass.
“Come on, Ju-ya.” Changmin whines, his head falling into the bend of his elbows.
Juyeon lines up with Changmin again and drives back inside.
The angle is entirely different. Not only is Juyeon hitting his prostate with each thrust and grind, but he feels so deep that Changmin feels he might just go delirious. Each thrust gets a tiny bit more rough, just a tiny bit faster, and Changmin’s voice raises with each thrust. He stuttered on inhales, hiccuped Juyeon’s name, and outright screamed in pleasure a few times.
If they had any mind to care, then they’d try to be quieter, considering they are fucking in his office, but they aren’t thinking of that. The only reason Changmin ends up muffling himself is when he finds himself drooling, so he ends up biting around a mouthful of his forearm.
Juyeon fucks into Changmin with abandon. The sound of his hips slapping against Changmin’s ass resounds in his office. He’s sweating and clinging to Changmin as he thrusts wildly. He can feel himself approaching the edge, and he knows Changmin is close as well. Changmin’s walls throb insanely around Juyeon and at times he’ll get tighter. He knew he had lost Changmin to the pleasure the moment Changmin started muffling himself. Any other time, or location really, he’d tell Changmin to be loud, but he can’t even think straight, himself.
He knows Changmin is going to be littered with bruises, either from his own hands or the desk. He’s even heard the desk screech a couple of times.
Juyeon pulls Changmin by the hip and wraps a hand around Changmin’s cock. It’s soaked and swollen; the moment he touches Changmin, he’s crying out and huffing, “ please, please, please ”. It only takes a few tugs of his hand before Changmin is spewing. Juyeon drags his fingers along Changmin’s cock slowly and carefully to help him through his orgasm, his come dripping between his fingers. He only pulls his hand away when Changmin cries a soft, pathetic whimper of overstimulation.
Juyeon is even closer. Changmin is so tight around Juyeon that it feels almost unbearable, and that is really what drags him over the edge. He’s only able to thrust in a handful of times before he’s pulling out and dragging his own hand over his cock to spew all over Changmin’s back.
He’s able to release his load and then slip inside of Changmin for a couple soft thrusts. When he finally pulls out, he falls to the chair behind him and pulls Changmin into his lap.
He wraps one arm around the other and brushes his matted hair away from his face: He even thumbs away the drool.
“You okay?” He asks while soothing Changmin’s side.
Changmin makes a noise and nods his head languidly.
Juyeon chuckles fondly and presses a kiss to Changmin’s temple. “Do you have any wipes in here? I’ll clean you up.”
Changmin points a hand out, and Juyeon lifts him up, only to set him down in the chair. He finds the wipes and carefully cleans Changmin’s face before cleaning off his groin and back. He cleans himself up as well and then puts the wipes away.
Juyeon gathers their clothes and helps Changmin put his back on before putting on his own. When he’s done, he’s sitting in the chair with Changmin in his lap again.
He is soothing his fingers through Changmin’s hair when Changmin starts to come around. His head starts to clear up, and the exhaustion seeps deeper into his bones. “I need to clean up and head home.” He says while slowly blinking.
“I can take you home, if you want.”
“No. You have to leave tomorrow and prepare for the game. I can get myself home.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” He gets up from Juyeon’s lap with a slight wince and then shakes his head with a chuckle. “Quite the job you did there.” He muses.
Juyeon chuckles in response, “You sure I can’t take you home? I promise to leave right after, and I’ll have plenty of time to get ready for tomorrow.”
“No, thank you, Juyeon. I can quickly clean up here and head home myself.”
Juyeon thinks for a moment before acquiescing. “Can I get your number at least?”
Changmin smiles. He turns away to look for his phone and then hands it over. “Text yourself.”
Juyeon does as told, and when his own phone dings, he adds Changmin to his contacts. “Text me when you get home?” He asks when he hands the phone back.
“We’ll see.” Changmin responds while busying himself with cleaning up.
Juyeon watches him for a moment before standing and turning Changmin around with a single hand on his hip. “Text me when you get home.” He says simply before tugging Changmin in close and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you when we come back victorious.”
“And if you don’t win?” Changmin quips.
“Not a chance.” Juyeon responds. He’s got his hand on the doorknob when he turns back and winks over his shoulder.
Changmin is shaking his head with a soft chuckle when Juyeon steps out and closes the door behind him.
“Oh, what have I gotten myself into?” He chuckles to himself.
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Changmin groans as he turns over in bed and grabs his vibrating phone from the nightstand. He answers it blindly, “Hello?”
“Hey Min, did I wake you?”
Changmin blinks away the sleep, slips on his glasses, and checks his phone, “It’s three in the morning, of course you did.”
The caller hisses, “I’m sorry, little one.”
Changmin shakes his head fondly. “It’s fine. You’ve left me on read for a while, what’s kept you so busy that we can’t talk?”
“It got quite chaotic here about a week after we last talked. A new guy came in, and as his supervisor, I had to teach him the ropes on everything. Our system is different from his. Oh, he came all the way from Canada too, so there was that as well.”
Changmin chuckles groggily, “You sound fond of him.”
The line goes quiet, and Changmin can only assume Sangyeon is blushing at the statement.
“I think I might be getting there. We’re friends, more than we are colleagues. I actually just came home, he and I went for a drink after work.”
“That sounds amazing, Sang. I’m proud of you, really.”
“Thank you. Do you have energy to talk? You don’t work in the morning, so I thought you wouldn’t mind.”
Changmin looks to his left and smiles. “We can talk, give me a moment.” He gets up carefully from the bed and tiptoes out of the bedroom; he knows that whenever Sangyeon asks to talk, he really wants to video chat. He makes himself comfortable in the corner of his couch and drapes a blanket over his legs. “I’ll turn on the camera now.”
The line rings through for a moment before Sangyeon’s face appears. His cheeks are a little flushed, and he’s sitting up in bed with his glasses on.
“Your hair is getting longer.”
Changmin chuckles and brings his knees up to his chest, “You act like you haven’t seen me in years.”
“Don’t be a brat. If we are being technical, I haven’t seen you in half a year, and I haven’t spoken to you in three months. Let me have my moment.” Sangyeon scrunches his nose and tilts his head.
“Fine, fine.” Changmin smiles. “Anyways, catch me up; tell me more about this new guy?”
“I’ve kinda told you everything, really. We’re friends with the prospect of becoming more.”
“Ah, ah. So it’s mutual?” Changmin smirks with an eyebrow cocked.
“Shut up.” Sangyeon chuckles and wipes at his face.
“Are you getting tired?”
“Not really, just feeling the alcohol from earlier. I should let you get back to sleep, though.”
“I’m fine, you know that no matter the time, as soon as my head hits that pillow, I’m out. So it really doesn’t matter if I go now or later.” Changmin shrugs with a smile.
“You sure about that?” Sangyeon points in Changmin’s direction.
Changmin makes a noise of confusion before turning to look behind him and jumping in surprise. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough. Come on back to bed.”
“I’m on the phone, Juyeon…”
“I see that, Changmin. We’ll talk about this in the morning– finish up and come back to bed.”
“I-” Changmin grunts and then shakes his head, “I’ll be there in a bit.” He waves Juyeon off dismissively and turns back to his phone screen. “Sorry about that, Sang.”
“It’s nothing. So that’s Juyeon?” Sangyeon asks with a wiggle of his eyebrow.
Changmin rolls his eyes. “Yes.”
“So, it’s official now?”
“Yep. Wait- so you actually read my messages, and you STILL didn’t respond?”
“I to-”
Sangyeon’s sentence is cut short when Changmin’s phone falls from his hand and he’s being lifted up. “It’s not a request, Changmin.” Juyeon says simply while taking him away.
“Wait! Juyeon! I didn’t!” He smacks at Juyeon’s bare chest. “SANGYEON! CALL ME TOMORROW IF YOU CAN! ANSWER MY DAMN TEXTS!”
He squirms in Juyeon’s hold as the older takes him away and then throws him into bed. He quickly sits up with a glare. “That was rude.”
“No, it’s rude to accept a phone call this late, and even more so to leave to speak in private.” He says with his arms crossed, and he stays standing at the foot of the bed.
“I left so that I could respect your sleep, Ju-ya.” Changmin says.
“We can talk about it in the morning.” Juyeon says.
“No, talk about it now. I’m not going to bed with misunderstandings.”
“Fine, what was that? Why is your ex calling you at three in the morning?”
“Sangyeon lives in Japan, so it's currently eleven p.m. for him. We haven’t spoken in a while, and considering he hasn’t responded to anything from me, I took his call. He is my best friend, Juyeon; that won’t change.”
“I’m not asking for it to change, but maybe just try to see it from my perspective? I wake up in the middle of the night to not only see my boyfriend gone from our bed, but to hear him in the living room speaking happily and carefree with someone else?”
Changmin thinks for a moment, and then his shoulders drop. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I can’t say it won’t ever happen again, but I’ll talk to him about better times to call… Okay?”
“Fine, I’ll accept that.” Juyeon’s arms drop, and he sighs slightly. “I don’t like how close you are with him, but I’ll understand one day.”
Changmin smiles and holds out his arms, to which Juyeon steps forward and into his embrace. “Thank you. I’m sorry again.”
“I’m sorry too.” Juyeon says.
“Let’s go back to bed, hmm?” Changmin asks. Juyeon simply nods and falls on top of Changmin, pressing kisses to his face. “He knows about me, right?”
Changmin chuckles and holds Juyeon’s face in his hands. “He’s known about you from day one, and if he reads his texts, he’ll see something I haven’t even said to you yet.”
Confusion washes over Juyeon’s face. “And what is that?”
“I’ll tell you in the morning.” He presses a kiss to Juyeon’s face and then moves his lips to his ear. “Maybe.” He says teasingly. Juyeon groans in frustration and flops all of his weight down onto the other. “Tell me now.”
Changmin can’t help but laugh, even if breathing is a little difficult with his giant of a boyfriend laying on him. “Nah.”