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His shift was over, Sooyoung would take over the next shift but he told her he didn’t mind to stay a little while more. Because Yoochun was there. He would just wait there behind the desk, until Yoochun came and gave the book for him to check.
The man was a year his senior. He didn’t visit library that often, but Changmin made sure that he’d be there to be Yoochun’s librarian when he needed anything, just to make the older man notice him. But no matter how hard he tried, it didn’t matter, because Yoochun had a boyfriend. Not just a boyfriend, but Kim Jaejoong.
That perfect human being who looked like the main character of romantic manga; charming with his pale flawless skin and big eyes.
“Thank you,” Yoochun said as Changmin gave him back the book after he input the borrower’s data to the computer.
Changmin always love that voice. That husky, deep voice. Not only his voice, everything about Yoochun was wonderful. His brown eyes, his lovely eyelash, his perfect nose, his kissable lips, Changmin could go on paragraphs and pages about Yoochun. And he hadn’t even started on his smile. His, sweet, warm, calming smile that could melt snow and delay winter. Changmin’s most favourite thing about Yoochun was his smile.
Yoochun would smile after he found the book he searched. Or when he looked out through the window. And usually when he greeted his friends.
But the most common smile Changmin saw was the smile Yoochun gave to Jaejoong. Yoochun would smile at whatever his boyfriend did. So gentle and loving, and Changmin couldn’t bring himself to hate or being jealous, because it was just the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
One day, Changmin heard the couple fought, from the Library, now to the empty Science Room. Well. Wasn’t heard. Maybe ‘followed’ was the correct word. Following quietly, to be exact.
“No! I’m tired of you, Chun! It’s for real now!” Jaejoong tried to let go of Yoochun’s hold on his hand.
“You said you want to breakup a month ago! But then you want to come back to me again!” Yoochun said in a low warning.
“It’s real for now!” Jaejoong pushed Yoochun away.
Changmin flattened himself to the pillar, hoped the couple couldn’t see them.
“It happened before, Jae,” Yoochun said, so patiently. “You belong with me, don’t you-“
“I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m not in love with you anymore,” Jaejoong cut. “I love Yunho more, and he loves me too, more than you, I-“
“How do you know that?” Yoochun said in a whisper.
“We- we just click. And I feel something I’ve never felt with you before. It’s different, Chun…” Jaejoong sighed. “Let’s stop here.”
Changmin’s heart beating fast. He felt sorry for Yoochun. He knew he shouldn’t be there, but he just couldn’t help it. He heard a smooch, Jaejoong was kissing Yoochun on the lips, then he left him alone.
Not alone.
Changmin was still there, watched Yoochun breathed out as his shoulders fell, looked down and covered his face.
#
“Wow, what a bitch!” Kyuhyun exclaimed after Changmin told him the story.
Changmin couldn’t disagree.
“But you must be happy, right?” Kyuhyun smirked to Changmin.
“What are you talking about?” Changmin asked. “How can I be happy when he’s being that miserable! I barely see him in the library, and he just drown himself in the music room, being all mellow with his guitar.”
“Because they’re over!” Kyuhyun stated the obvious. “And he’s single! So, you can take him away!”
“What?!” Changmin’s eyes popped out. “Are you crazy?!”
“Gosh, Min, it’s the most logical thing to do! You’ve liked him for ages, and he’s single! I don’t see anything’s wrong with this!”
“Kyuhyun Hyung’s right, Hyung,” Jonghyun said, finally looked away from his canvas.
“You have nothing to lose. He’ll graduate next year. Now, or never, Min.” Kyuhyun said again.
Changmin sighed and looked at Jonghyun’s painting. It was the night sky, the color blended gorgeously from black to blue, and the dots of stars were blinking.
Jonghyun pulled Changmin’s hand and draw something there.
“What is it?” Changmin asked.
Jonghyun didn’t answer until he finished. “A star. You know if you make a wish upon a star, your dream will come true right?”
Changmin could hear Kyuhyun snorted, and he himself thought that Jonghyun was being lame, but the star was so artistic and he kinda liked it too.
#
“Now you have your star, go get your man!” Kyuhyun said as he pushed Changmin’s back.
Changmin was a nervous wreck, and Kyuhyun pushed him, and well, Yoochun was his gravity anyway, so he clumsily bumped into Yoochun’s side, successfully got the older man’s attention, who was locking the Music Room. The classes was over hours earlier, and like usual, Yoochun went to the music room before he went home.
“Um, g- good afternoon, Yoochun Sunbae-nim,” Changmin didn’t dare to look at his face.
“Yes?”
Fuck. It’s a very bad idea! Changmin could feel his hot face, imagined how red it was.
Yoochun was confused. “Can I help you?”
“I like you.” Changmin wanted to slap himself. Or run away from there. He wondered if he hit the floor hard enough, the earth crust would crack open so he could jumped in there.
They were still for a moment. And it took quite some time, because as the minutes went by, Changmin could calm himself and got back to his senses. But the man in front of him said nothing either, and it made him wonder if Yoochun left already, so he lifted his head to see.
Yoochun was still there.
And Changmin regretted his move, because he saw Yoochun’s handsome feature, and he was sure he’d blush hard it was so fucking embarrassing. He knew Kyuhyun was somewhere out there, watching him, and would tease him later about this.
“Really?”
Yoochun’s voice startled him.
“You really like me?” Yoochun asked again.
And Changmin could only nod like an idiot. “It was love at first sight.” Oh, great Shim Changmin. He just realized that he sounded like a creepy stalker.
Yoochun let out a soft chuckle. “Okay, then.”
Changmin’s brain froze.
“But you didn’t mention your name?” Yoochun asked.
“I- I’m Shim- I mean- Changmin,” Changmin cleared his throat. “Shim Changmin.”
“Well then, Shim Changmin,” Yoochun leaned closer to get Changmin’s attention, which was unnecessary because he got all the attention Changmin had. “We’re dating now,”
“What?” all of Changmin’s nervousness washed by confusion in a second.
“You’re my boyfriend, then.” Yoochun smiled.
That smile. That smile that made flowers bloom, the butterflies dance, and the cool breeze blew as the sun shine brightly.
Yoochun’s smile faded. “Didn’t you say you like me?”
“I- I- I do, Sunbae-nim!” now why Yoochun asked again? Wasn’t it enough to embarrass himself once?
“So we’re boyfriends now,” Yoochun smiled again.
Changmin almost fainted because- Park Yoochun smiled. At him. Park Yoochun smiled to him and he looked around just to make sure that there was nobody else there. “Yes,” he said, felt a little proud that he didn’t yell out that word, or dancing in a stupid-happy ceremony.
“Do you take train or bus to go home?” Yoochun asked as they walked.
Changmin wasn’t used to that- walking together with Yoochun, and that Yoochun was talking to him. It was so unfamiliar. “Train.”
“Oh. I take the bus.” Yoochun said. “But that’s good, I can walk you to the station. It’s on my way to the bus stop.”
“Great!” Changmin said nervously.
And when Yoochun smiled at him, Changmin could finally smile back.
#
Yoochun asked for Changmin’s phone number when they were waiting for Changmin’s train (Changmin insisted that Yoochun didn’t have to wait for him, but Yoochun was staying anyway). And oh, Yoochun asked to just call him Hyung.
Changmin was the first to text him, asked if he was home already. He waited for the reply like an ordinary teenage girl, rolling on the floor, walking back and forth in his small bedroom, and counted seconds.
Kyuhyun called and congratulated him, and like he expected, made fun of his stupid actions when he confessed. Changmin really did try to focus more on their conversation, though his mind was somewhere else, waiting for the reply from Yoochun.
He was on the phone for almost two hours, yet there was still no news from Yoochun. He took a bath, and still, no message.
He was ready for sleep, and thought that what happened earlier was just… nothing. Maybe Yoochun forgot about him. Maybe he just played with him. Maybe he didn’t-
His phone vibrated.
It was from Yoochun.
Changmin couldn’t control his squeal, he kicked the air in triumph, and his heart was beating so loud he could hear it in his ears.
hi, changmin! sorry, lots of homework. i got home hours ago.
what r u doin now?
From: Park Yoochun
Changmin read that message like ten times before he sent the reply. Not long after, he thought that he shouldn’t reply rightaway, Yoochun would know he had been waiting for his message forever. But it didn’t matter anymore as the reply from Yoochun came as fast. They exchanged messages for two hours, until Yoochun said c u at school tomorrow :)
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Yoochun texted him when the classes were over, asked if they could walk together to the station like yesterday. Changmin was waiting near the gate, but Yoochun was nowhere in sight.
He checked his phone again. Yoochun’s last message was three minutes ago, told him to wait near the gate. Maybe he was still on his way, Changmin didn’t know. The weather was getting colder and he should’ve brought his gloves.
Someone held his hand, and Changmin startled.
It was Yoochun.
“Hyung!”
“Sorry, did you wait for a long time?” Yoochun asked.
“No! It’s okay,” Changmin smiled. “Come on.”
They walked side by side, and it took a while for Changmin when he realized that they were holding hands. He just found out that a person could feel that much quantity of happiness as he quietly mapped the texture of Yoochun’s skin on his palm.
But Yoochun sensed that Changmin’s fingers moved in his hands. “Sorry. My hands are cold.”
“It’s fine,” Changmin quickly replied. “My temperature is hot like a little kid. I’m warm enough for us both,” he said with a smile.
Yoochun smiled too.
When Yoochun waved him goodbye in the train station, Changmin’s heart felt heavy a bit.
#
Changmin walked passed Yoochun’s class and the older man noticed him, so he decided to just come in.
“Can we go home together again?” Changmin asked.
“Sure,” Yoochun smiled.
“Then can we hold hands too?”
Yoochun scoffed.
Changmin just realized how childish he sounded. “I’m-“
“Usually people don’t say it,” Yoochun still had that smile, though he sounded a bit shy.
“Sorry. I know it… it happens naturally, right?” Changmin bit his lower lip.
“Yeah,” Yoochun said. “But of course. We can hold hands.” He added. “And let’s not ask anymore. Let’s just wait near the gate.”
Changmin grinned, happy because it became their habit as a couple. “Ah, by the way, I brought lunch for us. Do you like kimbap?”
Yoochun nodded. “I’ll go to your class.”
#
Yoochun did go to Changmin’s class, made the other students whispered, but Changmin ignored them all. He walked outside where Yoochun was, leaned on the wall beside an opened window.
“Isn’t it cold?” Changmin asked.
“But I like winter.” Yoochun said. “What’s your favourite season?”
“Spring.” Because Yoochun reminded him of the flowers, sweet fruits and cool breeze, as well as the warm sun.
“Oh. That’s plenty,” Yoochun said as Changmin opened the lunchbox.
“I eat a lot.” Changmin said, fed Yoochun a piece of kimbap. “How is it?”
“Delicious,” Yoochun said with a full mouth.
“And I brought mochi too… my grandmother made it yesterday.”
Yoochun nodded. “Thank you.” He received the bottle Changmin gave. “Ah, do you know the story about mice living in a tiny hole? And they can make very delicious mochi. One day, an old man fell down to that hole-“
“-and those mice made the mochi for him, right? And even made some more for his wife, they also gave him some gold because the old man was so nice to them.” Changmin continued, familiar with the story. “And then the mice showed him the way out from that tiny hole back to his home.”
“Right!” Yoochun laughed. “But… I forget what happen afterwards?”
“Well, his greedy neighbor saw it, and he wanted the gold too. So, he went through the hole as well, and the mice made mochi for him. But this greedy neighbor only wanted the gold, so he stole it from those mice, and run away…” Changmin stopped talking. He was too focused on the story that he didn’t notice that Yoochun wasn’t listening anymore.
Changmin followed Yoochun’s gaze, he looked outside through the window, far on the bench under the tree, to a couple sitting there.
Jaejoong and Yunho. Jaejoong was laughing at something Yunho said, and leaned his head on Yunho’s shoulder.
Although Yoochun was his boyfriend, it didn’t mean the man wasn’t thinking about his past lovers.
Changmin knew that.
And Jaejoong was more than an ex lovers. They had been on and off for two years. They had broken up some times, but then came back together again. Jaejoong must’ve left a big mark on Yoochun. And Changmin remembered those words Yoochun said to Jaejoong, “You belong with me,”
“…the greedy neighbor lost in the end, right? Because the mice weren’t there to guide him back home.” Yoochun finished. “I remember now.”
Yoochun might still in love with Jaejoong. But Changmin was there now. Changmin was there for Yoochun, and he’d replace Jaejoong in Yoochun’s heart.
Changmin looked at Yoochun, who acted like nothing happened.
“I think it was adapted to a cartoon or something.” Yoochun added.
“Really? I only read the storybook.” Changmin replied, fed Yoochun another kimbap.
#
True to Yoochun’s words, they held hands again when they walked to the station. Changmin was glad because Yoochun didn’t hesitate, and they no longer felt awkward about it.
“My hands are cold,” Yoochun said again, sounded a bit sorry. “I sometimes think if I’m a dead man.”
Changmin tightened his hold. “You know, people said that men with cold hands have warm hearts.”
“Really?”
Changmin nodded. “You must have a very warm heart, Hyung.”
Yoochun laughed. “You’re just making it up.”
Changmin looked away. “So what?”
Yoochun smiled. “Thank you for trying.”
#
Changmin and Kyuhyun thought that Yoochun accepted Changmin to be his lover as a pure luck.
Jonghyun thought it was the star.
Kyuhyun gave him a weird look, but Changmin couldn’t disagree, because… well… that could be it. Right?
So Kyuhyun also gave the weird look to Changmin when the taller man asked for another star.
“Why?” Kyuhyun asked, as Changmin offered his arm to Jonghyun. “You already date him.”
“I have another wish,” Changmin said, watched Jonghyun drew the star on his inner wrist.
“Sex with him?” Kyuhyun scoffed.
Jonghyun laughed and Changmin turned red, and quickly denied it.
When he went to the gate, Yoochun was already waiting.
“Oh, wait,” Changmin pulled his hand when Yoochun was going to hold it. “The ink’s still wet.”
“What is it?” Yoochun asked curiously.
“A star.” Changmin showed his wrist where the star was drawn with bronze ink, and Yoochun gave him a confused look. “A wishing star,” he said again. “To make my wish come true.”
“Really, though?” Yoochun chuckled. “I don’t think that you’re someone who’d believe something like that…”
Changmin just gave him a smile. “But it’s pretty, isn’t it?”
“You’re pretty.” Yoochun said.
Changmin blushed and turned away so Yoochun wouldn’t see his flushed face. The older man smiled and held Changmin’s other hand. He let go when they reached the train station and Changmin mumbled to himself about how close the distance from school to the station was.
“Huh?”
“Nothing,” Changmin replied quickly, gave Yoochun a small smile.
“Ah, that’s your train. I’ll be going then,” Yoochun said.
Changmin nodded a little sadly and waved his boyfriend goodbye.
“See you tomorrow,”
Changmin already turned around and almost stepped into the train when he remembered something. “Hyung!” he called.
Yoochun stopped and turned back.
Changmin ran to Yoochun. “Here!” he gave him a hotpack.
Yoochun saw the childish drawing and read the writing next to it; ‘Shimmy the Hotpack will keep u warm~!’
“The exchange for my hands, Hyung,” Changmin said. “Because I can’t walk you to the bus stop.”
Yoochun just stared at the hotpack for a while and Changmin wondered if something was wrong with it. Maybe he should ask Jonghyun to draw and wrote on it. His was so messy and he realized it just now. Or maybe he shouldn’t draw anything at all. He felt like a dumb crappy boyfriend now.
But then Yoochun gave him a sweet smile, his eyes crinkling to a warm light, and all his doubts were gone. “Thank you so much.”
Changmin breathed out in relieve and nodded, before quickly got in his train.
#
Changmin forgot to pack lunch for them so they decided to go to the canteen. People were staring, but Yoochun paid them no mind, and so did he.
“What do you want to eat?” Yoochun asked.
“Jjampong will be nice in this cold weather,” Changmin tightened his jacket. “What about you?”
“Hmm… I want to eat pasta, but there isn’t any here,” Yoochun replied.
“There’s this one pasta restaurant I know. It’s really delicious! Let’s go there together!” Changmin said, and realized a second later that he was asking for a date.
Yoochun nodded. “Okay, then.”
The lunch went by Yoochun commenting Changmin’s big appetite, and it reminded him of his younger brother, who went to study abroad, and how much he missed him. Because it was rather cold, they decided to go to class after they finished.
“I have Math after this. What about you, Hyung?”
Yoochun didn’t answer right away, he was distracted to something in front of them, but then he looked at Changmin. “Yes?”
“What class…” Changmin’s question died as he saw him.
The one and only Kim Jaejoong was in front of them. Yunho was a few steps behind him.
“Chunnie-ah,”
Changmin felt sick when he heard it. How it sounded so endearing and intimate.
“Is it your new boyfriend?” Jaejoong asked, gave Changmin a glance before he stared back to Changmin.
Changmin’s heart stopped beating and he forgot to breathe. He looked at Yoochun quietly, who gave a piercing glare to Jaejoong.
“It’s not your business.” Yoochun said coldly. “Come on, Changmin,” he held Changmin’s hand and led him away.
Changmin just tailed after him, faintly heard Yunho asked angrily if Jaejoong was still in love with Yoochun.
He didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer or not.
They fell to a deep silent after that. Yoochun wasn’t holding his hand anymore, but he still hadn’t talked.
“…that was your ex, right?” Changmin asked, tried to break the ice.
“You know?” Yoochun asked back. He didn’t look at Changmin.
Changmin just hummed, and thought that he brought the wrong topic, but it was bothering his mind so badly.
“Yeah… but you know, it’s ended.” Yoochun sighed. “I can’t stand it anymore. He’s so selfish and cold.”
Changmin sensed a little longing in Yoochun’s voice, and wondered if that was the reason why Yoochun liked winter.
#
It was weekend, and they had a date. They ate lunch in the pasta restaurant Changmin recommended, and watched an action movie together. The sky went dark fast, and it was snowing. Yoochun gave Changmin his scarf and he thought he could die because of happiness.
“But is it okay, Hyung?” Changmin asked as he felt the woolen scarf between his fingers.
“I’m used to cold weather. I like it.” Yoochun assured him.
Changmin mumbled a shy thank you for the third time.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
Changmin felt a bit afraid of what Yoochun would ask, but said yes anyway.
“That star on your wrist… what’s your wish?”
Changmin hummed, contemplated whether he should tell him or not.
“Is it a secret?” Yoochun asked, nudged his shoulder.
Changmin chuckled. “But I can tell you why I have it.”
Yoochun looked at him.
“Actually, it’s my second star. My first one was when I confessed to you. And you said yes.” Changmin said, felt warm because of Yoochun’s stare, but he just looked at the path ahead of them. “And I thought… maybe I’d get lucky again. So I have a new one.” He finally looked at Yoochun. “If you can have your wish come true, what will you ask for?”
Yoochun grinned. “I will wish that I can get a thousand wish to come true.”
Changmin laughed. “That’s smart.”
“You should’ve asked for that too…”
Yoochun walked Changmin to his home, and when they arrived, he felt it hard to let go of Yoochun’s hand.
“You should get in. It’s cold.” Yoochun said.
“Okay…” Changmin opened the gate. “Oh, Hyung, I forgot… your scarf.”
“It’s fine. Just wear it,” Yoochun said.
Changmin would love too, but like Yoochun said, it was so damn cold, and he didn’t want Yoochun to get sick. “You have to walk to the bus stop,” he took off the scarf and handed it to Yoochun. “Ah-“ the edge was stuck to his zipper.
“Why?” Yoochun walked closer. “It’s stuck?”
“Yeah…” Changmin pulled at the scarf. He couldn’t open his zip either.
“Wait, let me…” Yoochun untangled the scarf and touched the edge where it stuck.
Changmin just watched Yoochun with his face scrunched with concentration, fingers moving gently on his coat. “Yoochun Hyung,” he called.
Yoochun just hummed in response.
“I love you.”
It felt like a paused video, because Yoochun stopped moving, but the snow still falling slowly around them.
Changmin said it because he felt it. Especially now. When there was only two of them, in the middle of the street in front of his house, probably the most unromantic place ever. He didn’t feel any nervousness like when he confessed, or fear that Yoochun would think that he was creepy. Because what he had inside him was one huge emotion called love. And all of that love, was for Yoochun.
He couldn’t see Yoochun’s face, but he felt the older man’s cold hands cradled his face, the fingertips were almost frozen, and they touched his cheeks. Changmin could feel the air he breathed a second before Yoochun brought their lips together. Kissed him. With those soft lips he had been dreaming of for ages. That was when the world stop, when Changmin thought of nothing else but how nice it would be if they could stay forever like that.
“Why?” Yoochun whispered, they were merely an inch away.
Changmin blinked confusedly. Why what?
“Why are you crying?” Yoochun asked again.
Changmin just realized the tears rolled down his face. “I’m- I’m sorry Hyung…” he quickly wiped them away with his bare hands. “It’s just… I’m so happy…”
Yoochun stilled for a moment, before kissed Changmin for the second time. And that time, Changmin had the chance to kiss back, and wrap his arms around his lover.
#
Changmin was going to Yoochun’s class to return his scarf, but someone called him before he entered the room.
“You’re Shim Changmin, right?”
Changmin looked at the man. That perfect ice prince Kim Jaejoong.
“Can we talk for a moment?”
Changmin hesitated, but Jaejoong didn’t seem to accept no as an answer.
“Follow me,” he said, and led them outside, out of the school building before stopped in a deserted corner.
Changmin dared himself to look Jaejoong in the eyes. They were creepy. Beautiful, but scary.
Jaejoong sighed and played with his nail. “Okay. That’s enough. It’s time for you to give Yoochun back to me.”
Changmin felt a kick in his heart. What did this man said? “What?”
“You and Yoochun should stop playing,” he said, almost threateningly. He looked at Changmin with his sharp dark eyes.
Changmin took a deep breath. “I think you’re mistaken, Sunbae,” he said. “We’re in a serious relationship. And Yoochun Hyung is not a plaything that you-“
Jaejoong laughed. Loud. And Changmin shivered.
“Are stupid?” Jaejoong asked, a little out of breath after his long laugh. “I don’t mean that Yoochun is a plaything.” He said, annoyed. “I’m saying that Yoochun is playing with you.”
There was a jab in Changmin’s heart.
“Changmin?” Yoochun came, he quickly followed them when he saw Changmin followed Jaejoong outside. “Jae? What are you doing?
“Chunnie-ah!” Jaejoong went to Yoochun’s side, hugged him and planted a kiss on his lips.
Yoochun didn’t kiss back, but Changmin caught his eyes closed in a nostalgic euphoria for a second. Changmin could only watch. He couldn’t move a bit. He felt like a masochist and voyeur at that moment. Seeing something he shouldn’t, and didn’t look away though he was hurt.
Yoochun pushed Jaejoong away. “What the hell are you doing?! I have a boyfriend!”
“But you only date him to make me jealous, right?” Jaejoong clung to Yoochun’s arm. “He’s only a rebound. You use him to make me learn, don’t you, Chun-ah?” he held Yoochun tight.
“I…“ Yoochun could say no. He could deny it. But he couldn’t, because what Jaejoong said was true.
That was the moment when Changmin heart broke.
“And I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry. I realized how much I love you, baby… I love you so much…” Jaejoong kissed Yoochun’s neck.
Changmin needed quite some time with Yoochun to gather up the courage and built up his feelings until he finally said that he loved him. And the kiss... it was something Yoochun initiated, and felt so special for Changmin.
But Jaejoong… he could do anything to Yoochun effortlessly. Hugged him, kissed him… it was so natural for both of them. Yoochun’s relationship with Jaejoong was so different than Yoochun’s relationship with Changmin.
Changmin turned around and walked away. His legs felt weak, but he didn’t want to stay there and let the couple torn his already broken heart.
“Changmin,” Yoochun ran after him and stood in front of him.
He thought Yoochun would say ‘I’m sorry’, or ‘I love you’, but he didn’t. He didn’t say anything. Because he couldn’t. He remembered when he said that he loved Yoochun. The older man never said it back. Because he didn’t feel the same towards him.
And Changmin understood now that he saw it from how Jaejoong kissed him. From how Yoochun responded. How they touched and look into each other’s eyes. “I know,” he said.
Yoochun looked at him.
“…that you’re still in love with him.” He added. “I know, but… I’m just too selfish. Because I’ve liked you for so long, and when you accept my confession, I’m just so happy that I don’t care that your heart isn’t for me.” He looked down, willed back the tears that pooled in his eyes. “So… thank you. For being my boyfriend. It’s only a week, but it was the happiest week of my life.” He quickly turned away and walked because he couldn’t hold it anymore, and the tears fell.
“Changmin, wait,” Yoochun held his wrist.
Changmin twist his hand to let go of Yoochun’s hold, and Yoochun saw it. The fading star. Changmin gave him an empty smile. “Do you want to know what my wish is?” he asked. “I wish that you’ll always smile. I wish… you can always light the world with your smile, Hyung. I know you don’t love me, so… I hope you can be with someone you love, and love you back. I hope for your happiness.”
Yoochun slowly let go.
#
Changmin didn’t have to explain why, Kyuhyun and Jonghyun already knew. They saw Jaejoong and Yoochun came together, and how Jaejoong wrapped his arm around Yoochun’s hips possessively.
“So the star wasn’t any use, huh?” Kyuhyun asked.
“No. It’s done its job well.” Changmin looked at his wrist. The ink had completely gone. “I wish he’ll always smile. I wish he’ll always be happy. And look, he found his happiness. With another man. His man.”
Jonghyun patted Changmin’s back gently, and Kyuhyun looked sorry.
When he got home and took off his coat, there was something in his pocket.
Yoochun’s scarf.
Changmin cried.
He lied. His wish was for Yoochun to smile. That warm smile with bright eyes that could make flowers bloom. But he wanted that smile for himself. Only for him. And because of him.
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