dbsk_flashfic | the heart-stealer [flashfic challenge 24: half-a-conversation]

title: the heart-stealer
author: thea/

purplehaze_33
pairing: yunho/changmin
genre: romance, angst
rating: pg-13
word count: 749
summary: he’s the heart-stealer and you’re the silly boy who’s long gone already. The art of stealing and breaking hearts is his craft.

“My name is Jung Yunho,” he flashes you a charming, gorgeous smile that renders you practically breathless. “I’m new here, please help me out.”

Firm, friendly handshake.

“I-I’m Shim Changmin.”

¬¬

Cool sheets, all tangled and messy, just like your nude bodies, half on top of him, lying on his chest, thinking of something to say but the words wont come, damnit-

“Hi,” he says softly and you lean in to kiss him awake, nuzzling his nose and cringing at his morning breath. His black hair is all ruffled and makes him look kind of adorable and you bury your face in his chest because you just figured out and then-

“I forgot,” you say absently and tweak his nose again. “I was supposed to say something. Think it was important. I don’t know. It was about you.”

“Indecisive,” he says mock-reprovingly. “That makes me frustrated and you-”

“Oh, right!” you clap your hands and eye him curiously. “Are you staying? Because I’m making breakfast and I remembered to get orange juice yesterday. You like orange juice, right? So, I’ll just-”

“You’re babbling,” he grins and you flush, muttering out a low ‘shut up’ to his neck. His arms are wrapped around you, firm and yet it feels like he could let go any moment.

¬¬

So it doesn’t matter that Jung Yunho is the new favourite and you’ve been relegated to the corner desk again.

In fact, it feels great. The boss is enraptured, mesmerized, bedazzled and whatnot with the new employee who certainly looks he’s out to steal quite a few hearts. Not that you care particularly. So what if he looks at you, a little longer than necessary and doesn’t turn away abashedly when you catch him? So what if he’s always getting coffee (black, no sugar) for you?

It doesn’t make a difference. It really doesn’t.

But then he lands up in your bed, you lying half on top of him and both your morning breaths reek of stink and whiskey. Ew is your first thought but then you’re both naked under your sheets and then its oh shit, oh shitshitshit, what the fuck-

Sleeping with your rival (no, colleague) is probably the most horrible lapse in judgement you ever had yet you can’t deny the fact that he’s hot.

¬¬

“This wont work, Min,” Yunho tells you quietly, stroking your forearm lightly. Your head is on his lap and he’s feeding you little pieces of watermelon. “I’d love to-but you know what-”

“I know,” you say very matter-of-factly and hide the hurt, burying your face in his lap. He’s rubbing your stomach with sticky hands, running a watermelon piece all over your chest in random patterns.

Soon the hands still and your foreheads rest against each other’s, breathing heavily. The kiss is sweet and fierce, passionate and yet empty because-

He’s the heart-stealer and you’re the silly boy who’s long gone already.

¬¬

Yunho does what he wants to. You look up to him, friend, lover, heart-stealer-

The art of stealing and breaking hearts is his craft.

Soon, it just fades away-the thing, the magic, the wanting to make him breakfast-and you start to feel blank.

¬¬

“Where you going?” you ask, stuffing your fists in your jeans, watching him lazily as he attempts to shut his suitcase.

“Rented an apartment and everything,” he says shortly.

“Well, you’re a prime asshole, Jung Yunho,” your voice drips in bitterness. “Had it all planned out, huh? How long you been thinking about it?”

Silence.

“I told you it wouldn’t work out,” Yunho snaps. “You don’t listen to me, do you, Min?”

You turn your head away. So what? So what if he’s gotten a pay rise and you haven’t? So what if it was never going to work out? So what if the spark has just disappeared? So fucking what?

“Don’t patronize me,” you say softly. “Just get out and don’t embarrass me at work.”

You’re in the kitchen when he tiptoes in and drops a light kiss on the back of your neck. The familiar action is one that makes you smile slightly and reach out to ruffle his hair.

“It was good while it lasted, Min.” He hugs you tightly and you sigh, giving in and returning the embrace.

“We tried,” you say in a resigned tone. “Well, you tried as much as you could.”

His brief nod of reassurance is exactly what you need and it all ends with a firm, friendly handshake.