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Will you dance to this beat
JaeHo
PG-13
a drabble sequel for my church fic. :|
yunho shouldn't be doing this anymore, not when he's a pastor at his niece's church, preaching the word of the good lord one minute and then pressed against the confessional wall in the next, pants around his ankles and trying not to moan.
"forgive me, father, i have sinned. i've had an affair with my husband's brother."
oh, if only you knew, yunho thinks, gritting his teeth when fingers push into him. if only you knew.
"the lord forgives, dear, mm. drink the wine and ask for forgiveness, god does not--ah--punish those who seek to right themse--eelllvesss..."
Strike up the band
YooMin
PG
...church!verse, yoomin-style :|
It's like a passing wave, rocking the boat and tipping things over the edge, lost in the murky waters. Consequences can't be undone and Yoochun lounges on one of the pews in the empty church, wondering what he's even doing here because Junsu's already gone. Gone away because Yoochun, I can't do this. It's. I love you but. Just. This-- this isn't right.
There's no service today but the church is never closed; always an open sanctuary for the troubled mind. A swig of his beer, two, and another empty can is added to the growing pile beside him.
"You shouldn't drink so much."
"Wha? Who asked?"
"Stop drinking."
Yoochun should have known not to look up. From just the voice alone, he should have just known. He should have ignored the impulse just like he should have ignored it a year ago when he'd been with Junsu (one of the most prominent members of the church, god damn could Yoochun pick 'em).
But no, he's a masochist for hurt emotions, a sucker for tragedy, and he looks up into large doe eyes filled with a mix of concern and slight condescending. Sadly, the thought 'he's beautiful' comes to his mind before 'who the hell does he think he is' does. Brown hair upon brown eyes upon smooth skin that looks creamy and rich--Yoochun is reminded of coffee... somehow. And he could really go for some coffee right now.
"You're staring."
"Wha?"
"Hyung, you're drunk."
"You're hot."
"...Hyung. You're really drunk."
Enraged at the accusation, Yoochun leaps to his feet and waves a finger at the boy, voice filled with authority.
"I'mnoottt. i'mjust...tippsy! Heeee~" he slurs, finger jabbing at the air and body toppling to the side, balance completely thrown. He's sure that he's going to fall flat on his face, but then there are two hands holding him, guiding him back to his seat.
"By 'tipsy' you must mean 'a wasted mess'."
Yoochun deflates once he's set down, head dropping forward into his palms with a sigh. His head hurts. His heart hurts. He stays like that, curling inward on himself, in complete silence.
Two minutes pass.
Five minutes pass.
Yoochun raises his head and sees past fuzzy vision that what's-his-face is still standing there, just watching him with that same look as before.
"I don't need your pity," Yoochun says---tries to say, but it comes out more as "Graaaghsgn gonnapuke."
- x -
Yoochun dry heaves as he prays to the porcelain god, hair tied back with a spare rubber band. He can't recall the last time he drank so much that he puked while wasted. That was normally a morning-after kind of thing.
When he finally pries himself away and wipes his mouth he's drained and has a nasty aftertaste in his mouth. And the kid is still there, towering over him with that same look as before. Yoochun wants to tell him off for looking so smug. He wants to thank him for dragging his worthless ass to a toilet. He wants to cry with him because life just pretty much blows right now. But most of all Yoochun wants to get him in bed.
"Are you an angel?"
"I don't believe in angels."
"...Atheist?"
"Buddhist."
"Oh." Yoochun pauses. He laughs, more to himself if anything. "Oh, okay. Good." Inwardly his libido dances, and he blatantly ignores the bemused stare. "I'm Park Yoochun. How old are you, kid?"
"Shim Changmin. I'm not a kid. I'm turning twenty in a few months."
"Still a kid," Yoochun sighs, but when has age ever really stopped him? "Do you go to that church?"
"Yeah. Everyday of my life to worship the Lord." Changmin snorts softly, as if the idea was so farfetched. Yoochun knows he's being sarcastic, but Changmin still seems to feel the need to clarify. "I only come here when I need to think. Or when I have to make deliveries."
And Yoochun figures he must have given him a strange look because Changmin gestures towards the pin on his shirt that happily exclaims 'KIM FLOWERS! HELLO, MY NAME IS CHANGMIN!'
"Flower boy?" Yoochun laughs.
"Summer job," is his response, followed quickly by a smack to the arm.
The elder grins, his mind processing all this new information. Yoochun knows his name, his age, the general vicinity of his birthday, his religion, and also where he works. Things could really become interesting.
And now all Yoochun needs to know is if Buddhists like to ride.
It's Hamtaro time
No pairing, yunho-centric
PG
that's right. i went there.
Kush kush kush.
"Yunho-yah."
"Heke?"
"Yunho-yah, I've got to head out early today." Heechul says, smile slipping through the wiring of the cage. "Behave yourself, yeah?"
Yunho smiles and paws at his ear, watching avidly as Heechul grabs his Hello Kitty bag and wanders out, conversation and a thick accent floating up the stairs when the door opens.
Fifteen minutes later Yunho pops open the door to the cage and scurries to the window.
"Yah, I can't just stay in today!" He looks to the door then quickly back outside. "Sorry, hyung. I've got things to do today!"
The window is open just enough for him to squeeze his tiny hamster body through; the gutter pipes are just wide enough for him to slide down; the thick patches of grass are just enough to cushion his landing.
Kush kush kush.
Yunho finishes cleaning the grass off him and scuttles past the doghouse, tossing a farewell call out to the family dog that is sleeping contently in the tiny doghouse.
"G'bye, Boa-shii! I'll be back later! Take care of the house for me!"
Boa cracks an eye open and yawns lightly, lips curling at the edges into a small smile.
"Woof."
JaeHo
PG-13
a drabble sequel for my church fic. :|
yunho shouldn't be doing this anymore, not when he's a pastor at his niece's church, preaching the word of the good lord one minute and then pressed against the confessional wall in the next, pants around his ankles and trying not to moan.
"forgive me, father, i have sinned. i've had an affair with my husband's brother."
oh, if only you knew, yunho thinks, gritting his teeth when fingers push into him. if only you knew.
"the lord forgives, dear, mm. drink the wine and ask for forgiveness, god does not--ah--punish those who seek to right themse--eelllvesss..."
Strike up the band
YooMin
PG
...church!verse, yoomin-style :|
It's like a passing wave, rocking the boat and tipping things over the edge, lost in the murky waters. Consequences can't be undone and Yoochun lounges on one of the pews in the empty church, wondering what he's even doing here because Junsu's already gone. Gone away because Yoochun, I can't do this. It's. I love you but. Just. This-- this isn't right.
There's no service today but the church is never closed; always an open sanctuary for the troubled mind. A swig of his beer, two, and another empty can is added to the growing pile beside him.
"You shouldn't drink so much."
"Wha? Who asked?"
"Stop drinking."
Yoochun should have known not to look up. From just the voice alone, he should have just known. He should have ignored the impulse just like he should have ignored it a year ago when he'd been with Junsu (one of the most prominent members of the church, god damn could Yoochun pick 'em).
But no, he's a masochist for hurt emotions, a sucker for tragedy, and he looks up into large doe eyes filled with a mix of concern and slight condescending. Sadly, the thought 'he's beautiful' comes to his mind before 'who the hell does he think he is' does. Brown hair upon brown eyes upon smooth skin that looks creamy and rich--Yoochun is reminded of coffee... somehow. And he could really go for some coffee right now.
"You're staring."
"Wha?"
"Hyung, you're drunk."
"You're hot."
"...Hyung. You're really drunk."
Enraged at the accusation, Yoochun leaps to his feet and waves a finger at the boy, voice filled with authority.
"I'mnoottt. i'mjust...tippsy! Heeee~" he slurs, finger jabbing at the air and body toppling to the side, balance completely thrown. He's sure that he's going to fall flat on his face, but then there are two hands holding him, guiding him back to his seat.
"By 'tipsy' you must mean 'a wasted mess'."
Yoochun deflates once he's set down, head dropping forward into his palms with a sigh. His head hurts. His heart hurts. He stays like that, curling inward on himself, in complete silence.
Two minutes pass.
Five minutes pass.
Yoochun raises his head and sees past fuzzy vision that what's-his-face is still standing there, just watching him with that same look as before.
"I don't need your pity," Yoochun says---tries to say, but it comes out more as "Graaaghsgn gonnapuke."
- x -
Yoochun dry heaves as he prays to the porcelain god, hair tied back with a spare rubber band. He can't recall the last time he drank so much that he puked while wasted. That was normally a morning-after kind of thing.
When he finally pries himself away and wipes his mouth he's drained and has a nasty aftertaste in his mouth. And the kid is still there, towering over him with that same look as before. Yoochun wants to tell him off for looking so smug. He wants to thank him for dragging his worthless ass to a toilet. He wants to cry with him because life just pretty much blows right now. But most of all Yoochun wants to get him in bed.
"Are you an angel?"
"I don't believe in angels."
"...Atheist?"
"Buddhist."
"Oh." Yoochun pauses. He laughs, more to himself if anything. "Oh, okay. Good." Inwardly his libido dances, and he blatantly ignores the bemused stare. "I'm Park Yoochun. How old are you, kid?"
"Shim Changmin. I'm not a kid. I'm turning twenty in a few months."
"Still a kid," Yoochun sighs, but when has age ever really stopped him? "Do you go to that church?"
"Yeah. Everyday of my life to worship the Lord." Changmin snorts softly, as if the idea was so farfetched. Yoochun knows he's being sarcastic, but Changmin still seems to feel the need to clarify. "I only come here when I need to think. Or when I have to make deliveries."
And Yoochun figures he must have given him a strange look because Changmin gestures towards the pin on his shirt that happily exclaims 'KIM FLOWERS! HELLO, MY NAME IS CHANGMIN!'
"Flower boy?" Yoochun laughs.
"Summer job," is his response, followed quickly by a smack to the arm.
The elder grins, his mind processing all this new information. Yoochun knows his name, his age, the general vicinity of his birthday, his religion, and also where he works. Things could really become interesting.
And now all Yoochun needs to know is if Buddhists like to ride.
It's Hamtaro time
No pairing, yunho-centric
PG
that's right. i went there.
Kush kush kush.
"Yunho-yah."
"Heke?"
"Yunho-yah, I've got to head out early today." Heechul says, smile slipping through the wiring of the cage. "Behave yourself, yeah?"
Yunho smiles and paws at his ear, watching avidly as Heechul grabs his Hello Kitty bag and wanders out, conversation and a thick accent floating up the stairs when the door opens.
Fifteen minutes later Yunho pops open the door to the cage and scurries to the window.
"Yah, I can't just stay in today!" He looks to the door then quickly back outside. "Sorry, hyung. I've got things to do today!"
The window is open just enough for him to squeeze his tiny hamster body through; the gutter pipes are just wide enough for him to slide down; the thick patches of grass are just enough to cushion his landing.
Kush kush kush.
Yunho finishes cleaning the grass off him and scuttles past the doghouse, tossing a farewell call out to the family dog that is sleeping contently in the tiny doghouse.
"G'bye, Boa-shii! I'll be back later! Take care of the house for me!"
Boa cracks an eye open and yawns lightly, lips curling at the edges into a small smile.
"Woof."