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Night&Marry. #ChangminFeels

Night~;

It's humorous in a way, that they've spent so many nights together like this - most likely even more than couples did, and yet it was the same routine every time; they'd meet, they'd kiss, they'd fuck and yet he'd never send her away or demand her to be gone by the next morning as he would any other woman; they'd cuddle, and it's ridiculously uncharacteristic of Changmin -- he hates proximity for too long, too often, dislikes it being present too much, but now it's alright, he's not bothered, somehow it's all alright as long as it's her.

She smiles in her sleep, he's noticed, and she sometimes mumbles words, almost incoherently, speaking of anything from her dislike of her boss to a craving for prawns, and sometimes she rolls over right into him, and he smiles through it all, he finds it endearing; he welcomes it. It's stupid, pointless -- he's got his work and she's got hers, they can never be, and yet it's nights like these that make him forget that fact completely as he wraps his arms around her and her warmth lulls him to sleep.

Marry~;

Changmin's unsure when exactly he'd decided he couldn't live without her but he's sure of the fact anyway, because somewhere in between not knowing how to love and promising himself not to leave himself vulnerable had Yui entered and ruined everything he'd very perfectly set up. It was more humorous because she wasn't anything glamorous or particularly desirable -- she'd been a whore, in fact -- and yet, somehow, she'd also become the woman he loved and wanted to spend his life with.

How was that for irony.

He'd never change his mind though, and he stood behind her, lips brushing her shoulder, fingers slowly unfastening each of the buttons along the spine of her white wedding dress, the stroke of midnight long gone, leaving them alone together in the dark hours of the night. He leans in, presses his lips to her earlobe; smiles, whispers her name, and when she hums in response he buries his face in the elegant curve of her neck and murmurs a quiet, barely audible; I love you.