yuxo
Summary: What they want, what they need.
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Changmin watches and stares and smiles when Yunho's done dancing and dancing with that girl and then there's more and then the concert's over and they're done for the day. He's happy, incredibly so; all concerts make him happy because he's doing what he wants, what he loves, with the people he loves, and the adrenaline rushing through his body make him hyper and funny and loud at the afterparty.
But he doesn't talk to Yunho at all through all of it, choosing to answer with unreadable looks to the older man's questions and questioning touches to the small of his back, stays rigid until Yunho's smile strains a little at the corners.
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The night after, he stays up late and studies. Yunho watches him quietly from the bed and gently asks him to sleep.
"Changmin-ah, aren't you tired?"
"Mm."
He doesn't look up but he can see the older man fidget out of the corner of his eye.
"...Is something wrong?"
The question is expected but he still doesn't know what to say. Is something wrong? He's not sure. He feels funny but he can't even pinpoint the emotion himself, much less explain it to Yunho.
"No," Changmin answers instead.
He can tell by the thick silence afterwards that Yunho's far from satisfied with the reply. But the older man doesn't push it, opting instead to lie back into soft sheets and say,
"I love you,"
And Changmin bites his tongue until Yunho's breathing evens out before sighing up at the ceiling and says,
"I love you too."
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He's doesn't avoid Yunho in the days that follow. It's not like he can, not when they stand right next to each other in public, not when they curl right against each other in private.
He knows they can all feel it; Yoochun keeps trying to catch his eye, Junsu won't stop going to ruffle at his hair, Jaejoong keeps kicking him under the table and then just kicks him in plain view when a table's not provided.
Yunho doesn't ask.
"What's gotten into you?" Jaejoong asks him on the third day, right before bed.
Changmin shrugs. "Nothing? What do you mean?"
"You're acting weird."
"How?"
Jaejoong frowns deeply and Changmin can see where wrinkles will eventually carve into the eldest's face. "I don't know. You just are."
"That doesn't really mean anything to me."
"What did he do to you?"
"Who?"
"Changmin."
"Nothing."
"Changmin."
"Nothing!" he snaps, and regrets it when Yoochun immediately strides up to them and yanks him into the hallway.
"What the hell is going on?" the older man demands.
"Why am I getting the third degree from all of you?" Changmin asks calmly.
Yoochun sighs and pulls him closer, holds onto his hand with calloused fingers. "Minnie-"
"I don't know," Changmin pulls away and brings his palm to his forehead. "I don't know what's wrong."
