AN: Something that totally came to me after lurking on fyeahCM. I died for a good minute awhile I laughed for a good 5 >=D Oh, and again, no edits so all mistakes are mine.
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Changmin groaned as he threw himself, back first, into his fluffy bed. The bed easily fought against the onslaught of his body, Changmin finding himself bouncing a couple times before the bed settled around him and cradled him. Dae Min, who had followed him into the bedroom, laughed at how tired he seemed.
“You should get changed outta your clothes while I prepare for bed, Min. We’ve been at that club long enough that I’m sure all you smell of is smoke and sweat,” Dae Min teased as she made her to the bathroom.
Changmin made a sound that crossed between a groan and a whine, not bothering to even open his eyes.
“I’m too tired and too lazy to even get my shoes of, Dae Min. Can’t you do it for me?” Changmin begged his fiancée.
A bubble of soft laughter drifted through the partially closed bathroom door, making Changmin to smile in response. Despite the fact that Dae Min rarely acted cute in public, let alone to other people, it always rendered a couple of extra beats from his heart when she did it around him alone. From where he had lain down, Changmin could hear the sound of clothes rustling and the sink running; no doubt from Dae Min needing to change out of the club clothes she’d worn and to wash off the excessive makeup Changmin himself found unnecessary for her face.
‘Her beautiful face doesn’t need any more attention as it is,’ Changmin huffed mentally, ‘if anymore guys gave her nasty looks like they wanted her clothes off, I swear I was gonna punch someone.’
The door to the bathroom finally swung open, causing Changmin to sit up and lean on his elbow to look at Dae Min. Standing there in the threshold of the bathroom door was Dae Min, her previously tied up hair now loose around her face, soft jet-black waves framing her face. On her body (Changmin mentally gulped) were pajama shorts that weren’t even half past her thighs, while her upper body was wrapped in a mere piece of cloth (Changmin thinks ‘mere piece’ of cloth, but it’s actually thin, spaghetti-strapped tank top).
Feeling the seconds tick on a little too long and finding Changmin’s glinting eyes a little disconcerting, Dae Min coughed softly to get his attention. What she got was Changmin dragging his eyes from her legs, all the way up her body, until they finally met her eyes.
“…Am I wearing too little…?” Dae Min shyly asked him, yanking the bottom of her shorts down a little.
That action was definitely not lost on Changmin as he watched a (sinful) strip of skin between the shorts and tank top reveal itself.
Clearing his throat (and the dirty thoughts that were flying a hundred kilometres an hour in his mind), Changmin smiled kindly at Dae Min before he opened his mouth.
“Is that what you’re wearing to bed?” Changmin bluntly asked, schooling his expression to something safer.
Dae Min’s eyes widened before she looked down at her choice of bedroom attire. Despite the fact that she’d rather feel more comfortable in a t-shirt rather than a tank top, she didn’t find it detestable to sleep in what Hui Jin had quoted as ‘something Changmin would definitely wanna rip off of you while keeping your damn dignity.’ Dae Min scowled momentarily at her middle sister’s comment, while distantly thinking of how much worse it would be if this were Hui Jin. Shuddering at the thought, Dae Min looked back at Changmin just in time to see the look of pure lust cross his face before disappearing.
“Well…what would you prefer I wear to bed then?” Dae Min asked, allowing some of her annoyance to seep through into her words.
Changmin grinned, beckoning her over so that she could lie down beside him. Dae Min rolled her eyes, but made her way to him, nonetheless. She stopped at the edge of the bed as Changmin adjusted himself to sit at the edge of the bed.
“You could always wear less to bed…” Changmin left the sentence to hang as he placed his hands on Dae Min’s waist, his fingers caressing that small (damn if he didn’t think it was teasing him) strip of skin.
Raising his head to look up at Dae Min, a playful smirk fell upon his lips as his fingers pressed into her lower back to try and get her to bend down to his level. Getting what he wanted, an idea quickly sparked in her mind as she placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down to the bed.
Quickly liking where things were heading, Changmin let himself be pushed down to the bed, not letting his grip on her hips move away. As he lay down on the bed, Dae Min adjusted her hands so they were holding her up by his head.
“We could always work me out of what I’m wearing,” Dae Min teased, leaning down as if to kiss him.
Just as Changmin was about to lean up to capture her lips, he suddenly got a face full of pillow, suddenly being attacked by Dae Min. Growling beneath the forceless pillow atop his face, Changmin used the grip on Dae Min’s hips to roll her off him and get himself on top. Dae Min hadn’t stopped laughing since she had allowed him to kiss the pillow instead, not minding that Changmin has taken control of the situation in no time flat.
Looming overhead, Changmin closed the gap between them until all that was left between them was their breaths.
“You’re going to pay for that, Dae Min, you evil demon,” was all the warning Dae Min got before Changmin’s fingers tickled her mercilessly at her sides.
The mixture of laughter, and later soft sighs and moans, fell around them like a curtain as they forgot about the state of (or eventual lack of) clothing until almost well into the morning.
