a collection of drabbles
pairing : various pairings
rating : pg to nc-17 (maybe?)
words : varies
a/n : just some drabbles i did for the 15-minute challenges @ kpfw. i swear i wrote more but i can't seem to find the links and i'm kind of lazy to go search D: probably will expand on two of these or all of these, lol.
Changmin/Yunho
nc-17
prompt
Changmin's buddhist so what does he care? He's only here because Yunho is and even though he can't stand the idea of camp or church, he still signs up for the retreat ahead of him. His inky signature underneath Yunho's and another $200 he's just blown.
The camp itself isn't bad at all, it's in a secluded area up by the Adirondacks Mountains and he and Yunho somehow manage to get a room together. Unfortunately for Changmin, it's four to a room and the other two roommates of theirs are both hard-core Christians and underaged.
It's only three days though and because he's labeled as a non-believer, he doesn't actually have to attend any prayer meetings or special groups. Not a bad deal for $200. Plus, late at night when the other two boys are asleep, Yunho crawls up the bunk bed and slides curls around him, hand in his boxers faster than he can call out a "Hallelujah!"
Changmin's buddhist so what does he care about having sex at church camp? He's in this position, bent over the tiny dresser drawer, only because Yunho had creeped up on him during relaxation time and taken him back to the room.
"Oh God I-," Changmin pants against the mirror, breathing heavily enough for Yunho to take pity on him and wrap a hand around his cock to stroke in time with his thrusts.
Yunho grins against Changmin's back and licks behind his younger lover's ear, "Don't use God's name in vain."
There's a retort ready for Yunho about his God and how he's fucking buddhist so he doesn't care when Yunho picks up the speed, pounding into him so hard that Changmin can barely hang on, nails digging into the enamel, scratching and crying out in weak whimpers.
All it takes is a roll of Yunho's hips, the older man grabbing him by the waist to pull him back to meet the thrust of his hips and Changmin's coming, arching off the dresser and screaming Yunho's name breathlessly.
- - -
There's a party that following Friday and even though Yunho had arrived with Changmin, he somehow finds himself short of a boyfriend halfway through the party. He climbs over drunken bodies and goes up the stairs, knocking and poking his head into each bedroom to find him.
He gets to the last door and he's already got a hand on the doorknob when he hears familiar words...
"So this one time at Church Camp, Yunho stuck his-"
And that's all Yunho hears before he closes the door again, steeling himself as he turns around to go back downstairs. He's going to need a few more shots of vodka for this.
Gen Dbsk
pg
Says to himself
The boy's no good. The boy is just no good.
but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around
to see if you could ever be ugly to him.
You, the now familiar whipping boy, but you're beautiful,
he can feel the dogs licking his heart.
Who gets the whip and who gets the hoops of flame?
He hits you and he hits you and he hits you.
Desire driving his hands right into your body.
Hush, my sweet. These tornadoes are for you.
You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things.
You wanted to be in love
and he happened to get in the way.
excerpt from A Primer for the Small Weird Loves
Jaejoong's no artist and hell, he's no Junsu either but he is the resident creator, the man in charge of crafting and molding every human before they're sent off to the kiln for creation.
That's Yoochun's job. He's in charge of the fire pit. It's very much like an oven except bigger and with more racks and the temperature is always set to a hot 450 degrees. There's trays and trays of men and women-like figures, each identical if it weren't for the subtle differences in hair or color of their dotted eyes.
The process is simple really. Jaejoong has a set of cutters, just two, one for the men and one for the women. Everyone is created in the same manner at first. The flesh is made of a dough with a flour-like consistency, stretchy but not too much and soft, supple and smooth to the touch.
The real magic is in the coloring and spices. Jaejoong makes batches of flesh at a time, some with a dash of cinnamon for adventure and some with fresh honey for sweetness. There's a few special ones he creates from time to time and those are Yoochun's favorites. They're made from vanilla beans, fragrant and gentle with a light dosing of nuts for flavor.
That's the batch that the two on this tray are made from, Yoochun can tell. Jaejoong always makes his humans in pairs of two, "So they'll never have to be without their soulmates and love," he explains.
Yoochun takes a sniff and it smells of lemon, clean and spirited. And if he looks closely, he can see a tiny sparkle of glitter that's Jaejoong adds only when he's in an extra good mood.
The kiln beeps when it's ready to be fired and Yoochun inserts Jaejoong's two humans in gently and after he sets the timer for a standard ten minutes, he takes a seat in front of the oven, light turned on so he can watch as they're created.
It's the best part really. Jaejoong joins him just in time to see them rise, their fingers joining together naturally because as he had wanted, they're never without love and their soulmate.
"That's Yunho," Jaejoong points out softly, finger directed at the human to the left, the one that's standing up already, hand outstretched to help the other up. "And that's Changmin."
Changmin-centric
pg-13
Reach inside of me
squeeze the scream out of my heart.
Breathe silence back in.
-Tyler Knott Gregson
Changmin comes in contact with human body parts on a daily basis, it's what happens when you're practicing medicine. He's two years short of a degree that'll let him operate on humans so for now, he's left with either the option of paying incredible fees for a body from the health department or getting the bodies himself.
It's actually Yoochun that comes up with the idea first. He's the one who tells him that instead of working so many side jobs to get enough cash for a body, they should do what all the others do : steal.
Yoochun brings him the body Sunday night. It's fresh and judging from the color of the skin and the body temperature, the poor girl has only just died a few hours ago. In fact, Changmin wonders if she's even been buried for more than an hour before Yoochun had dug her up.
He never asks for the details though and Yoochun never tells him how he gets the bodies. There are tell-tale signs here and there, red scratch marks on Yoochun's arms, dirt under the nails and the stank of graveyard soil and death that arrives minutes before his friend does.
Changmin's the doctor and he refers to himself as the scientist, cutting up the bodies in a meticulous fashion, practicing his sewing skills on a wound he'll create himself with a no. 7 blade. He preserves the liver, able to tell if the man had died from alcohol poisoning or if it's a disease instead.
Stealing bodies is a dangerous thing though and when Changmin wakes up one morning to see the headline on the town newspaper about all the black market for stolen bodies and the reward and punishment for the crime, he reminds himself to tell Yoochun to be careful. But he forgets because like all things that don't pertain to science, he never remembers to tell Yoochun.
The older man disappears for a day and that's not abnormal because Yoochun has a gambling and drinking problem and he's been known to hide out so Changmin never notices a thing. His body arrives fresh that night and with an almost childlike glee, he begins his surgical cutting of removing each of the vital organs.
First to go is always the intestines because he detests them the most, they're long and squishy and he hates the smell of them the most. Second he'll go after the kidney and then the liver. The pancreas after that and the heart always last. Like a child of three eating his sweets, Changmin always saves the heart for last because it's his favorite out of all the organs.
The body really is fresh and he notes that there's absolutely nothing wrong with it at all. It's clean and healthy and in fact, there's no cause of death that he can see. As soon as he's done with the removal of the heart, the pale organ lying on his metal tray, unmoving, he starts to clean up, rolling the body back out so it can be properly disposed of. Probably incinerated somewhere in a medical hospital or if they're lucky enough, it'll be buried again without anyone even noticing its gone missing for a couple of hours.
He never would've known if it hadn't been for the shoes. Sandals in the dead of winter. Sockless feet. Changmin reaches slowly for the sheets that cover the head, a form of respect for the dead and tugs it off. It doesn't surprise him for some reason when he finds Yoochun's face staring back at him, a bullet hole through the center of the head.
rating : pg to nc-17 (maybe?)
words : varies
a/n : just some drabbles i did for the 15-minute challenges @ kpfw. i swear i wrote more but i can't seem to find the links and i'm kind of lazy to go search D: probably will expand on two of these or all of these, lol.
Changmin/Yunho
nc-17
prompt
Changmin's buddhist so what does he care? He's only here because Yunho is and even though he can't stand the idea of camp or church, he still signs up for the retreat ahead of him. His inky signature underneath Yunho's and another $200 he's just blown.
The camp itself isn't bad at all, it's in a secluded area up by the Adirondacks Mountains and he and Yunho somehow manage to get a room together. Unfortunately for Changmin, it's four to a room and the other two roommates of theirs are both hard-core Christians and underaged.
It's only three days though and because he's labeled as a non-believer, he doesn't actually have to attend any prayer meetings or special groups. Not a bad deal for $200. Plus, late at night when the other two boys are asleep, Yunho crawls up the bunk bed and slides curls around him, hand in his boxers faster than he can call out a "Hallelujah!"
Changmin's buddhist so what does he care about having sex at church camp? He's in this position, bent over the tiny dresser drawer, only because Yunho had creeped up on him during relaxation time and taken him back to the room.
"Oh God I-," Changmin pants against the mirror, breathing heavily enough for Yunho to take pity on him and wrap a hand around his cock to stroke in time with his thrusts.
Yunho grins against Changmin's back and licks behind his younger lover's ear, "Don't use God's name in vain."
There's a retort ready for Yunho about his God and how he's fucking buddhist so he doesn't care when Yunho picks up the speed, pounding into him so hard that Changmin can barely hang on, nails digging into the enamel, scratching and crying out in weak whimpers.
All it takes is a roll of Yunho's hips, the older man grabbing him by the waist to pull him back to meet the thrust of his hips and Changmin's coming, arching off the dresser and screaming Yunho's name breathlessly.
- - -
There's a party that following Friday and even though Yunho had arrived with Changmin, he somehow finds himself short of a boyfriend halfway through the party. He climbs over drunken bodies and goes up the stairs, knocking and poking his head into each bedroom to find him.
He gets to the last door and he's already got a hand on the doorknob when he hears familiar words...
"So this one time at Church Camp, Yunho stuck his-"
And that's all Yunho hears before he closes the door again, steeling himself as he turns around to go back downstairs. He's going to need a few more shots of vodka for this.
Gen Dbsk
pg
Says to himself
The boy's no good. The boy is just no good.
but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around
to see if you could ever be ugly to him.
You, the now familiar whipping boy, but you're beautiful,
he can feel the dogs licking his heart.
Who gets the whip and who gets the hoops of flame?
He hits you and he hits you and he hits you.
Desire driving his hands right into your body.
Hush, my sweet. These tornadoes are for you.
You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things.
You wanted to be in love
and he happened to get in the way.
excerpt from A Primer for the Small Weird Loves
Jaejoong's no artist and hell, he's no Junsu either but he is the resident creator, the man in charge of crafting and molding every human before they're sent off to the kiln for creation.
That's Yoochun's job. He's in charge of the fire pit. It's very much like an oven except bigger and with more racks and the temperature is always set to a hot 450 degrees. There's trays and trays of men and women-like figures, each identical if it weren't for the subtle differences in hair or color of their dotted eyes.
The process is simple really. Jaejoong has a set of cutters, just two, one for the men and one for the women. Everyone is created in the same manner at first. The flesh is made of a dough with a flour-like consistency, stretchy but not too much and soft, supple and smooth to the touch.
The real magic is in the coloring and spices. Jaejoong makes batches of flesh at a time, some with a dash of cinnamon for adventure and some with fresh honey for sweetness. There's a few special ones he creates from time to time and those are Yoochun's favorites. They're made from vanilla beans, fragrant and gentle with a light dosing of nuts for flavor.
That's the batch that the two on this tray are made from, Yoochun can tell. Jaejoong always makes his humans in pairs of two, "So they'll never have to be without their soulmates and love," he explains.
Yoochun takes a sniff and it smells of lemon, clean and spirited. And if he looks closely, he can see a tiny sparkle of glitter that's Jaejoong adds only when he's in an extra good mood.
The kiln beeps when it's ready to be fired and Yoochun inserts Jaejoong's two humans in gently and after he sets the timer for a standard ten minutes, he takes a seat in front of the oven, light turned on so he can watch as they're created.
It's the best part really. Jaejoong joins him just in time to see them rise, their fingers joining together naturally because as he had wanted, they're never without love and their soulmate.
"That's Yunho," Jaejoong points out softly, finger directed at the human to the left, the one that's standing up already, hand outstretched to help the other up. "And that's Changmin."
Changmin-centric
pg-13
Reach inside of me
squeeze the scream out of my heart.
Breathe silence back in.
-Tyler Knott Gregson
Changmin comes in contact with human body parts on a daily basis, it's what happens when you're practicing medicine. He's two years short of a degree that'll let him operate on humans so for now, he's left with either the option of paying incredible fees for a body from the health department or getting the bodies himself.
It's actually Yoochun that comes up with the idea first. He's the one who tells him that instead of working so many side jobs to get enough cash for a body, they should do what all the others do : steal.
Yoochun brings him the body Sunday night. It's fresh and judging from the color of the skin and the body temperature, the poor girl has only just died a few hours ago. In fact, Changmin wonders if she's even been buried for more than an hour before Yoochun had dug her up.
He never asks for the details though and Yoochun never tells him how he gets the bodies. There are tell-tale signs here and there, red scratch marks on Yoochun's arms, dirt under the nails and the stank of graveyard soil and death that arrives minutes before his friend does.
Changmin's the doctor and he refers to himself as the scientist, cutting up the bodies in a meticulous fashion, practicing his sewing skills on a wound he'll create himself with a no. 7 blade. He preserves the liver, able to tell if the man had died from alcohol poisoning or if it's a disease instead.
Stealing bodies is a dangerous thing though and when Changmin wakes up one morning to see the headline on the town newspaper about all the black market for stolen bodies and the reward and punishment for the crime, he reminds himself to tell Yoochun to be careful. But he forgets because like all things that don't pertain to science, he never remembers to tell Yoochun.
The older man disappears for a day and that's not abnormal because Yoochun has a gambling and drinking problem and he's been known to hide out so Changmin never notices a thing. His body arrives fresh that night and with an almost childlike glee, he begins his surgical cutting of removing each of the vital organs.
First to go is always the intestines because he detests them the most, they're long and squishy and he hates the smell of them the most. Second he'll go after the kidney and then the liver. The pancreas after that and the heart always last. Like a child of three eating his sweets, Changmin always saves the heart for last because it's his favorite out of all the organs.
The body really is fresh and he notes that there's absolutely nothing wrong with it at all. It's clean and healthy and in fact, there's no cause of death that he can see. As soon as he's done with the removal of the heart, the pale organ lying on his metal tray, unmoving, he starts to clean up, rolling the body back out so it can be properly disposed of. Probably incinerated somewhere in a medical hospital or if they're lucky enough, it'll be buried again without anyone even noticing its gone missing for a couple of hours.
He never would've known if it hadn't been for the shoes. Sandals in the dead of winter. Sockless feet. Changmin reaches slowly for the sheets that cover the head, a form of respect for the dead and tugs it off. It doesn't surprise him for some reason when he finds Yoochun's face staring back at him, a bullet hole through the center of the head.