Title: A Very Merry Un-Birthday to You
Genre: Fluff, General, Romance
Summary: Yoochun doesn't wish him happy birthday
A/N: Changmin, I'm sorry I couldn't write something better
There are 356 days in a calendar year.
And there is only one day reserved for you, to feel completely special.
One day a year where the world should literally revolve around you.
But what about all the other 364 days?
Changmin finds Yoochun on the roof.
For the last year Yoochun has been waking up to watch the sun rise, the morning sky turquoise and the air sweet and new. He drinks expensive coffee, the kind he hides from the others, from a white ceramic mug he bought on a market street in Thailand. It always seems to taste sweeter.
For the last two months Yoochun wakes Changmin up to join him, even when he's only had a few hours of sleep.
His voice is always soft and sweet, nurturing as it stirs him from peaceful slumber with gentle shaking hands. Sometimes Changmin awakens to the touch of his lips on his cheek or on his forehead, fingers weaving like ribbons through his hair, rousing him into pleasant consciousness.
Sometimes when he really doesn't want to get up Yoochun will wait for him, missing half of the sunrise and he feels bad about it but Yoochun never allows him to apologize because tomorrow is another day and it will be just as beautiful.
It's peaceful and calming and whether he's freezing cold outside or he hasn't had any sleep, it's still the best part of his day.
"You didn't wake me up," Changmin holds the blanket around his shoulders tightly as he sits down beside Yoochun who hands him an empty mug.
"Happy birthday," he tells him with a smile that reaches his eyes.
It's Yoochun's mug, the one that always seems to have the best coffee in it.
"You've been eyeing it for weeks now," he shivers and leans into Changmin's side, resting his cheek on his shoulder as he looks out into the world of gold and ginger.
Changmin chuckles and sets it down beside him. "It's not my birthday anymore," he looks over at Yoochun who flushes embarrassedly.
"I know," Yoochun laughs and looks at him. "Happy Unbirthday," he smiles and extends his hand out for Changmin to grab, which he does, letting his warmth fill him up from the tips of his fingers to the heels of his feet.
"What's an unbirthday?" Changmin tugs at their hands curiously and Yoochun ducks his head again.
"There are 365 day a year. One day counts as your birthday. Only one day you get to feel special," he answers and moves in just a little closer, so his breath puffs out around his face and Changmin can see it disappear. "That leaves 364 days left that makes you unspecial," Yoochun explains.
"Unspecial isn't a word," he smiles and Yoochun breaks his hand away to punch him in the shoulder.
After a several minutes of playful fighting Changmin manages to pull Yoochun close under his arm.
"I didn't say Happy Birthday to you yesterday because you didn't need me to feel special," Yoochun bites his lip, looking radiant against the glow of the morning, Changmin looks at him, "so let me have the other 364," he asks, looking into his eyes with hope and glistening sparkle.
Changmin wonders when he fell in love with Yoochun.
Maybe it was today.
He smiles and pulls Yoochun closer as he wipes his eyes with the other hand, looking out towards the mountains painted with light. "Ok," he says deeply, clearing his throat. "They're all yours."