Still - Shot

Title: Still-shot
Author: lil_pinai ( http://community.livejournal.com/oneautumndream/8071.html )
Pairing: Changmin x Yunho
Rating: PG
Summary: Yunho loves all his members equally... right?
Disclaimer : All story and plot belongs to lil_pinai ( http://community.livejournal.com/oneautumndream/8071.html ), I just only want to shared it... ^_^

With all the speculations about JYJ’s upcoming album and Yunho’s Goong musical practice, it was easy for a certain Shim Changmin to go incognito. Not that the youngest minded, being the silent and in-the-shadows leader that he was. He monitored everyone else’s activities as well as his own, all thanks to the internet, from the comfort of his home.

In fact, it was one such day that had him browsing fan cafes, looking through newer posts he hadn’t had the time to leaf through and comments he sorely wished to respond to. Glasses perched adorably on the tip of his nose, vision half-blurry half-clear and too lazy to push them up, he logged in and scrolled until something caught his attention. An urge to comment itched at the tips of his fingers when he clicked the link, admiring the stills. Surprisingly, he was quite good at sounding like one of his fangirls, leaving short, bubbly comments about the other members. (Unfortunately, he had to constantly remind himself that making fun of Junsu counted as ‘bashing’ and had re-typed countless replies because of it.)

He found himself admiring the Lotte World scans, an old sense of longing sitting in his stomach. As cheesy and fantasy-based as they were, there was nothing quite like a photoshoot with the five of them together, from trying to find ways to fill the boredom between solo shots to standing in perfect formation it was never a boring day when they were together. The memories clung hard, and he smiled bitterly as he looked through them. Even he had to admit, they all looked great even out of formation.

“Bet it’s the touch-up…” he grumbled, pouting.

“What’s the touch up?” Glancing at the doorway, a very casual Yunho leaned against it, hip propped against the frame. Even completely at ease in his own home, Jung Yunho was every bit the man people expected him to be. Long, lean and attractive, there had been more than a few admirers in his stable. His current one: a certain DongBang maknae wearing glasses and a jutted out bottom lip.

Three of Yunho’s favorite things.

“It’s just a spread the guys did,” Min replied, turning his chair back and moving his attention away. Yunho walked to glance over his shoulder, seeing the usual stoic expressions and prince-esque style, classifying itself without needing to know which company shot it.

“Hmm. It’s not bad, but our old ones were better.”

“All five of us were in those,” Changmin snorted, looking up at his roommate.

“Exactly. We made it better,” Yunho smiled. The look Min gave him (one of those ‘yeah, you’re weird as hell, why do I put up with you?’ frowns) made him laugh out loud, ruffling his hair. Partly to make him mad, partly to run his fingers through Min's hair, but either way it’s good enough in Yunho’s book. Brushing him off, Changmin looked back at the group shots, admiring the use of props and his hyungs’ expressions.

“Junsu looks really good here,” he commented off-handedly, biting on the inside of his cheek as he scrolled down. He could feel Yunho lean in closer, staring at the monitor as if it would tell him what Min meant by those words.

“He looks normal.” Yunho shrugged. Looking a little confused, Min turned back to his friend, eyebrows furrowed with a look of disbelief. Jung Yunho, ultimate cheerleader and supporter of the entire group, the one who was willing to sing praises about any one of their band mates, didn’t think Junsu looked amazing in this spread? It was certainly a first, maybe a sign of the apocalypse even. To be sure, Changmin looked back at the screen and said:

“Yoochun looks nice here too. He’s gotten handsomer. Maybe from the break he took.” Feeling their leader tense behind him, Yunho leaned even closer to the screen, squinting his already crescent-shaped eyes. Watching him discretely, Changmin couldn’t hide his shock when Yunho shrugged, a flippant response and no kind words.

“Seriously? Nothing? You don’t even find him mildly better-looking than the puffball of hair that usually wakes up in the morning?”

“No… Do you?” The suspicion wasn’t masked, and immediately red flags went up in Min’s head. Yunho was never a good liar, even worse at extracting information. Whenever he needed something he’d just ask, learning early on that Shim Changmin’s genius wasn’t merely self-propaganda. Catching on to his lover’s anxious discomfort, Min played up his insecurity, wondering how far he could take the little joke.

“Well yeah,” he said with a wide grin, looking into the other’s forced blank look. “I haven’t really seen him since the whole suspension thing, but I’ve always thought Yoochun cleaned up the best. I mean, he’s pretty by nature, but look at him! He and Jae were always the prettiest.”

And if the comment wasn’t enough, just hearing Jaejoong’s name lit a fire under Yunho. It was common knowledge that Min’s hero worship of the oldest, while dimming with age and wisdom (because the wise did not follow pretty boys who drank soju like water), was still a sore spot for Yunho; it was a constant source of jealousy, watching Changmin follow after him for the first few years of their career, and still somehow undoubtedly tied to his best friend as if they attracted one another. Yunho scowled at the comment, turning the chair on its axel to face him, jostling the youngest forward and into his chest.

Opening his mouth to protest, it was replaced by a groan and promptly swallowed by Yunho’s mouth, parting Min’s lips and taking what was offered. And he sighed, wrapping his arms around Yunho’s shoulders and chalking it all up to a win. Anything that had Yunho’s fingers dancing across newly defined muscles and trying to steal every last drop of air was definitely a good thing.

Pulling away, Yunho rested the tip of his nose againsts Min’s, one hand on the armrest and another along his lover’s neck. Half-glazed eyes met his, shining and innocently taken aback. Knowing he could do that to Changmin, that he was the only one who could make him come apart in seconds, brought a smug sort of arrogance into him, smirking at the brightening embarrassment written all over Min’s face. Seeing the laughter in his Yunho’s face, Min wrenched himself away, standing up and exiting with whatever was left of his dignity. Singsong-ing behind him, Yunho bounded out the door after him, heart just a little fuller, a little lighter.

(I love everything about you, Minnie~

That’s funny. I wish you’d die.)

And from the screen, JYJ smiles, all-knowing.