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I'm still rather terribly blocked and have been mostly unable to write lately. But I have some things scattered here and there so I figured I could just go and post them? Ganked from all over the place, including tumblr (which means they're reliant on context so original posts are linked.)
These are mostly self-indulgent and written in attempts to get rid off the block. Please don't expect quality~ All Homin, around G or PG-rated, word count ranging from 200 to 800 (and total word count amounting to 2,859). Enjoy?


1. coffee shop AU | G | 524 words | written for Isa

it's been a long day and changmin's just barely standing upright on his feet after his morning classes and his six hours long shift at the store. even the best blend of strong black company coffee isn't enough to keep his eyes open properly. they're all bleary and gritty with tiredness and he's pretty sure he's going to mess up a customer's order at any moment. despite the late hour - or maybe precisely because of it - the queue's still going strong, people flowing into the shop in a steady stream of lattes, espressos, muffines and wrinkled notes. not for the first time in the evening changmin catches himself almost being lulled up to sleep by the irregular ringing of the cash register his coworker's wielding right now, by the unceasing murmur of people's conversations, the sound of occasional outburst of hearty laughter.

honestly, there's only one thing that could save the day. when the door of the shop open to let in yet one more patron, it turns out that luck is on changmin's side indeed. changmin doesn't notice, not quite yet because he's busy and he's tired. when he finally lifts his gaze from the mixer, it settles on a familiar face and he all but lights up at the sight. it's not as if his legs start hurting less from all that standing neither does his exhaustion magically wear off but now, even if it's for a minute or two, he has something to look forward to.

changmin tries not to let his impatience show, and most probably fails miserably, as he wills the queue to shrink. not too quickly, though, since in a way, the short wait is part of the ritual. the several minutes long moment of expectation and anticipation, when all he can do is attempt to beat the record at providing customer service, is almost as gratifying as actually having the guy already at the register. there's the thrill in it - stealing surrepetitous glances while busying himself with the work at hand, catching the other's gaze every now and then.

it's an odd relationship that they have. they never really talk to each other much and changmin doesn't even know the guy's name. the other man placing his order and changmin taking his sweet time at is all that there is to it, really. except it's not. the guy never orders like any other person - he always takes seasonal products, always asks changmin to recommend something to him, to actually choose for him. "i don't know, you just seem like the type to really know your stuff," he beams at changmin, his eyes crinkling. it's lame, it really is, it should be but instead of that it's just endearing. it makes changmin's long workday just a tad more enjoyable, his efforts rewarded with something more than just money and achy feet and slightly stained apron. (and oh, does he hate it when he does get it dirty after all.)
it's the guy's smile - a brilliant, joyful thing, always just a bit brighter than summer, just a bit warmer than early autumn's colours.


2. stars | 352 words | um, idk if this can be even labelled as a fic but here goes? probably the strangest thing i've ever written

together we'll reach for the stars, he promised, whispered into his neck, imprinted with his lips on the small of his back.

heady with pleasure and desire, he believed him.

even when they sobered, not blinded by the primal insticts anymore, the thought still stuck. carved into the cores of their minds, recklessly, wonderfully so.

and they did. with sweat and bruises, sometimes even blood and broken bones. they sacrificed parts of themselves, parts of each other, all for that one dream.

one day we will reach the stars, he said and it was never just idle words, never an empty promise.

people talked, harsh insults and even harsher good-meaning advices and you-shouldn'ts and you mustn'ts. maybe they ought to have listened but the stars shone too bright. called them too loudly, too clearly and they were the only ones that could hear them.

they reached the stars and they burned, leaving them with sizzling skin and broken dreams.

too incandescent, they glittered like beautiful jewels from afar and burned like thousand suns when up close.

they were suns, each of them far more powerful than the energy source that let them live normally, with far more destructive force.

and he, whom they accused of merely watching, of always just standing by, got blinded.

and he, who had to touch and feel and move to be able to feel truly alive, tumbled away with his skin broken and red and raw.

and he couldn't see him, couldn't draw his comfort from the brilliant smile and the gentle crinkle of his eyes.

and he couldn't embrace him, just hold him in this arms and feel the comfortable, safe warmth.

it was over, the path carved with their blood and devotion and with their love forever there to serve as a remainder and not as a landmark.

they were lost and the affection not gone, not in the slightest but the red thread burned along with his eyes, disappeared with no trace with the palm of his hand, his little finger gleaming with the white of his bone. and they couldn't find each other.


3. unspecified AU | 821 words |

changmin's just delivered a particularly vicious kick to the vending machine when he feels a light but sure pat landing on his shoulder. if there's one thing he absolutely dispises it's his personal space being invaded and considering how he's annoyed to boot... it's really no wonder that the "what," he spits out when turning to look at the offender is especially venomous.

what meets his eyes is a clear, pristine cut of a very familiar uniform and a slightly amused smile on the face of the stranger who's clad in it. his ire never quite understood the concept of the right timing.

"um, yes, officer?" he tries again, his body naturally attempting to take on a less menacing appearance but his brain is sending mixed signals and so he stiffens in an awkward inbetween of slouched and straightened.

"excuse me, may i help you with something?" the man questions pleasantly, with just a hint of...something in his voice. he's gazing pointedly at changmin's leg and while changmin often gets these and they're usually filled with admiration mixed with envy, he's pretty sure that's not the case this time.

"i was trying to buy some calm," he explains, raising his right hand clutching a couple of colourful coins; except he's so nervous that the movement ends up being very jerky and he almost hits the officer in the nose. miraculously, the man doesn't seem daunted and he merely stares at the offending limb. changmin drops his gaze down from his face and fixes it on his own wrist instead.

"you sure look like you could use it," the guy--jokes? if changmin wasn't so tense with built-up anxiety, he'd certainly appreciate the gesture. as it is, he takes a shaky breath and plunges forward with his explanation.

"erm, yeah. the machine-- when i entered the product's number and put the coins in the slot, it- it ate them! and i know i've had enough for a packet--" he opens his palm to reveal the left coins as he blubbers on, "and then it refused to work no matter how many times i pushed the return button and i guess i kind of-- lost control..." he trails off, his mind screaming at him that as far as justifications go, this one didn't put him in a very advantageous light.

the officer doesn't say anything for a moment and as the silence's stretching into what seems like eternity, he finally speaks up, "...did you try asking your doctor to prescribe you coins for colour distinction?"
changmin's surprise is enough to make him lift his eyes and glance at the man's face again.

his companion's smile widens a bit, visibly encouraged by his reaction and he continues, "the coins you're holding-- they aren't blue - they're green."

changmin's eyes flick up and down, between the coins and the man's face, searching, waiting for either to give in, to show any sign of deceit. when neither does, his body suddenly slacks as the tension drains away, and he lets out a small, disbelieving laugh.

"i missed my last appointment?" he offers. "because i had some leftover coins for the meds. ...or at least i thought i did," he attempts another testing glance into the man's eyes. when the man's eyes crinkle with a smile, he reciprocates shyly, the quirk of his mouth burdened with embarrassment. "god, you must think i'm so stupid."

"tell you what," the man goes instead of answering, "i'll let you off this time--"

"but?" changmin supplies at the lilt of his companion's voice. things are rarely that easy. the man laughs at that, the sound somehow warm and slightly goofy and completely at odds with the stern, impeccably neat uniform he's clad in.

"but only if show me your id and have a few calms with me," he grins at changmin and lets out a playful chuckle when he sees his dumbfounded expression.

"well, you're officer of the law," changmin attempts amibiguously.

"yes, and that's why you have to obey me," the man says, no, he singsongs and the semblance of changmin's barely regained composure crumbles again and he stares for a long second before he starts fumbling with his clothes to get the document.

"i'm yunho, by the way," the man beams at him as he takes the plastic card changmin hands him. he writes changmin's name and phone number down on a crumpled, very unprofessionally looking slip of paper that he tucks away into his breast pocket afterwards. then, he leans against the vending machine and he produces a pack of calms out one of his pocket and extends it to changmin.

changmin surrenders fully as his fingers gratefully fish out a cylindrical roll. then, yunho takes out a lighter and first takes care of changmin's calm and then his own.

joining yunho where he's burdening the machine with his weight, they smoke together in a companionable silence.


4 & 5. detectives!AU | 100 words x 2 | written for Isa since I asked for prompts months ago and she wanted detectives Homin :< And I have good memory? 8D 2 drabbles since I figured that if normal writing doesn't work, maybe restricted writing will XD

"It’s like Detective Conan except without all the neat tricks," Changmin muses as Yunho enthusiastically exclaims the case’s outcome. He’s performing for the audience of five – four reporters from local newspapers and a stray cat - with all the flair of a small-fry private investigator delusionally dreaming of fame and hoping that maybe today will turn out the grand break-through. Of course this, like every other case they’ve actually managed to solve, is all figured out by Changmin. He doesn’t mind Yunho getting all the dubious spotlight though, as long as he gets to choose the toppings for tonight’s pizza.


("You said it’d be just the pizza," Yunho whines as Changmin corners him and the backs of his knees bump into the mattress of their creaky bed. "I’m topping on Tuesdays, we had a deal," he furrows his brows in what’s probably supposed to express righteous indignation but ends up resembling petulance more. It’s cute. Changmin smiles, half-cheekiness, half- innocence (all but an act) and leans in for a kiss. He snatches the win completely with a strategically orchestrated push of his hand on Yunho’s chest and slight pressure of his thigh between Yunho’s own. Changmin’s damn good at deducing things.)


6. TV narrator!changmin | 499 words

so, you know how voiceovers and narrations in tv shows are always done by these very... impersonal voices. that really sound like they could belong to just anyone. well, the one doing this one - very boring show about gardening - doesn't. it doesn't to the point where yunho catches himself looking forward to tuesday afternoons and finds himself flicking his battered tv on exactly at 5pm even though he doesn't care about gardening. even though, in fact, no plant has ever managed to get through so called "jung yunho care plan" (which is: forget, forget and get surprised and heartbroken when you discover the plant all withered after a month.)

but this voice, it's compelling. it's deep and warm and soft and has just the loveliest timbre and yunho really feels like it's been made for greater things than gardening shows. but a gardening show it is and yunho tunes in nevertheless. he goes through an hour of painstaking explanations on how to shower your precious greenery with lots of water and ever more love to ensure its healthy growth.

all the useless knowledge has started to get imprinted into his mind and it got him embarrassed more than once already. well, that and his tendency to talk on miles once he begins but surely he can't be blamed for wanting to save mrs. kim's roses from tragic demise. he just had to speak out. he could've made do without creeped out stares though.

either way, the point is, the voice has him ensared. he just can't deny himself the pleasure of listening to it as much as he can't deny himself the pleasure that he always brings himself to, all while imagining the mysterious voice saying things much more delicious, friskier and filthier. yeah, he can see a bright future for this voice in the porn industry. alas, imagination, while with certainly rewarding results, isn't reality. reality is plants and watering with care and ensuring your peony has just the right amount of fertiliser and even he isn't perverted enough to jerk off while listening to that.

the voice that's provided him with so many quality moments comes with a name attached to it. yunho discovers it pretty late - after two months of almost religious occupying the television area on tuesday afternoons - and he berates himself for this terrible oversight. he can't believe how he's never thought to actually wait until the end of the show to hear "all lines were read by shim changmin". "shim changmin", he likes the sound of that, especially when it's presented to him in the mysterious (or not so mysterious anymore, he muses) voice. it almost feels like it's actually introducing its owner to him. yunho wishes he could answer with "jung yunho, nice to meet" you and hear the voice repeat the syllables, taste them in order to make sure that the person got them right. ...he is aware how pathetic this makes him, thank you very much.


7. rich gay couple!AU | 258 words | tag fic

the rich gay couple, holding a short interview to popularise that new charity event they’re organising this time.
'it’s all for the kids,’ yunho says with a bright grin, gesturing widly in a way that’d be unbecoming for a billionaire were it anyone else. but it’s jung yunho and somehow people tend to forgive him more than they would with other people, simply because he’s that beaming with joy and this innate kindness that you can’t just imitate or fake.
‘yes it’s all for the kids’ changmin repeats after him when the cameras get directed at him. because admitting ‘it’s all for yunho,’ is embarrassing and he’d rather drop dead than say it, and besides yunho’s happier this way - when he thinks that changmin cares about making some random children happy more than he cares about yunho’s happiness.
each time the famous shim-jung couple (or ‘homin couple’ as some have taken to calling them endearingly) stages anything, it’s widely spread by their followers and it becomes a huge success. it’s not without sacrifices though. and if publicising a bit of their personal life is what it takes, then yunho will gladly give it. and changmin will begrudgingly follow his lead (or - he will take over to make it easier for yunho) because it’s just the way he is and yunho loves him for that. ‘almost as he loves the random kids,’ changmin would argue except he never does because he knows better.


8. subtle | 205 words | tag fic

'changminnie can i touch you maybe'. 'i'm going to anyway'. 'changminnie can i look into your eyes' it's a game they play. to be more precise. it's a game yunho plays. how far can he go? how far can he bend the line. maybe, just maybe it won't get destroyed under the weight of his foot. maybe it won't ruin anything. he tries. changmin notices. and sometimes he doesn't. they're both very tuned into each other's moods. they way the other's facial expression shifts in the most minute of ways. the way the atmosphere changes subtly just a slightest bit. this time changmin noticed. normally it'd be a sign for yunho to retreat but not this this time. he pushes on. he pushes forward just a bit more. this time he pulls changmin with him. the camera flashes surround them and yunho sort of hopes they'd be enough to distract changmin, to blind him just a tad. 'don't notice. please don't notice.' it's not like changmin would call him out on this. but he could and yunho's forever waiting for the moment he finally does. he's forever afraid of the other shoe dropping. 'just be there. like this with me. just for a while'




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