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Summary: In which Yunho makes a discovery, but is actually the last to know.
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Yunho is sprawled out on the B&B Italia leather couch in Changmin's brand new apartment when the front door opens. He thinks the scowl he receives as a greeting is terribly undeserved.
After all, he had remembered to take off his shoes.
Changmin gives him a look then walks past him into the bedroom. A few minutes later Yunho hears a noise from the kitchen and looks up from the script he is reading to see Changmin in his pyjamas, holding two cans of beer. Changmin crosses the living room and presses one can against Yunho's cheek before shoving Yunho's legs out of the way and stretching out to settle himself on the other end of the couch. His pyjamas were dark blue silk, a present Yunho thinks he remembers Donghae giving him on his twentieth birthday, supposedly to 'seduce the ladies.' Yunho smiles widely.
'You have a creepy smile on your face, hyung,' Changmin tells him.
'I was just thinking that I prefer your Hamtaro pyjamas and Pink Panther underwear,' Yunho teases.
Changmin frowns at him; the slightest hint of a pout on his lips and Yunho couldn't stop himself from reaching over to ruffle Changmin's hair.
'Hyung!' Changmin cries, shuffling backwards until he hits the edge of the couch.
Yunho smiles fondly as he watches Changmin shake his head, letting his hair fall naturally back into place. His hair has grown longer since the initial haircut and the fringe now reached his eyes. He has always envied Changmin's physical features; his height, his lean form and even how Changmin seemed to suit every hair style. Changmin seemed to have hated the last cut, but Yunho didn't think it was too bad. It was like going back ten or so years, and seeing the little boy with wide eyes and funny ears all over again.
Satisfied that his hair had survived Yunho's fingers, Changmin reaches across the couch and takes the script Yunho is reading out of his hands before settling back against the armrest.
'Your mum asked me to try and convince you not to make any more perverted jokes on television,' Yunho says as Changmin flips though the pages.
Changmin groans, 'She told me that herself already.'
'Maybe she trusts me more?' Yunho grins at him.
'You've conned her into believing that you're the more respectable one. I've seen your porn collection, dear leader, and it's more scandalous than Heechul hyung's.'
'Most of them belong to Heechul anyway,' Yunho attempts his best leer, but Changmin just kicks him.
'I thought you were good,' Yunho says. Changmin hums in reply, but Yunho knows he is paying attention because he has stopped flipping through the script.
'You talked more than I thought you would.'
'I tried,' Changmin admits, after a pause.
'I know.'
Yunho glances at Changmin's fingers and wonders when they had become so elegant. He remembers the fifteen year old Shim Changmin he had seen staring into space in the dance practice studio. He remembers the irritation at seeing the half-assed attempts at dancing. But then he remembers the boy who had climbed into this bed one night and asked him shyly if he would help him with dancing because he thought Yunho's dance was very cool. He remembers feeling so proud when Changmin danced his short solo on X-man years ago, because behind those couple of minutes of performance were hours of practice in the studio, well after everyone had gone for the day. Changmin with his long and awkward limbs, and Yunho behind him clapping his hands to the rhythm, shouting BA BABA BA!, to keep him on point and on the beat.
