glitterburn
Summary: Changmin gets a tattoo.
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He knew it was a mistake. Knew it the moment it was all over, but by then it was too late. No use regretting something that was now a permanent fixture, and besides, Changmin doesn't do regrets. Things happen for a reason, and when they've happened, he deals with them.
Quite aside from the fact that it still hurts, his biggest problem now is keeping it a secret. He hadn't thought that part through well enough. Hiding it from stylists and managers and the majority of people—no problem. Hiding it from Yunho—definite problem.
Silly, really, because he thinks Yunho will be flattered. Or not. And that's what's really at issue here: the fact that he doesn't know how Yunho will react.
He's going to find out sooner or later. Changmin would prefer it to be later, because maybe he can casually bring it up in conversation and try to gauge Yunho's feelings that way. It's not as if Yunho hates tattoos or anything. Not after Jaejoong had so many. But this is different. Or at least Changmin thinks it's different.
Another reason to leave it until later is that he wants it to heal first. Right now the skin around the tattoo is still pink. It's not displayed to best advantage. Not yet, anyway, and he wants it to look sexy.
Changmin frowns into the darkness of their hotel room. The air con whirrs a soothing background sound. Beside him, Yunho snuffles. It's kind of cute. Not that Changmin ever plans on telling him that, but still, he likes it, and usually Yunho's snuffling can send him to sleep. Not tonight, though. Not when he has so many thoughts chasing around his head.
Rolling onto his side, Changmin feels the pull of bruised flesh on his right hip. The tattoo is small, discreet; placed low down, almost in the crease where groin and torso meet. It'll pretty much always be hidden by his underwear, but at the moment he's wishing he'd had it done someplace else, like his elbow or maybe on his forehead—no one would be able to see it there because of his fringe—because the skin is taut across his hip and it aches with a sort of bone-deep, rolling pain that's almost not pain.
Changmin hates half measures of any kind. He's aware that he's been doling them out to Yunho over the last couple of days. Time has become a meaningless concept since he arrived in Japan and began filming the movie. He doesn't even know how long he and Yunho were apart, but it was long enough that as soon as he walked through the door, Yunho went for him like some kind of ground to air missile. Usually Changmin appreciates Yunho's enthusiasm for giving blowjobs, but not this time. Not with his hip still bruised.
It was like kicking a puppy. Fortunately Yunho likes cuddling, too, so Changmin was able to fob him off with a line about a headache—God, did he really use that excuse? So lame—and the next time Yunho got all handsy, Changmin blew him instead, and that was the end of that.
Shit, he's tired. He turns onto his front. His mind drifts on the edge of sleep. Two more days and he can show Yunho the tattoo. Three more days, just to be sure. He'll get up early and surprise Yunho in the shower. Yeah, that'll be sexy. He imagines it, imagines sliding back the glass door and stepping in and turning the heat up and Yunho being all startled and pleased and reaching for him with soapy hands, and then he'd see the tattoo and get all breathless, the way he does when he's excited, and he'd look up with shining eyes and say—
"Let's dance."
Changmin jerks out of his waking dream, confused for a moment. Blinking, he lifts his head from the dented pillow. "Uh?"
Yunho is fully dressed. He's shaved. He smells of cologne and toothpaste. His hair is brushed. He is not just awake, he is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and Changmin just hates morning people.
