Red For Cassiopeia
Title: Red For Cassiopeia
Pairing: Yoosu, OT5
Rating: PG/PG-13
Genre: Angst, drama, horror, romance
Length: Oneshot, 1078 words.
Summary: Someone wants to kill Dong Bang Shin Ki. Who ... and why?
A/N: A result of recent Yoosu-love overload and stress. Doesn't make much sense ... but reality never did make sense anyway.
Red For Cassiopeia
picture credits: here
Recently Changmin has been feeling a little under the weather. Sometimes he wakes up feeling a little disconcerted, a little extra-tired, but he knows life has to go on, just like how Yunho has to hug Jaejoong to feel comforted and how Yoochun and Junsu share those little secret glances that don't go unnoticed.
It gets pretty sickening sometimes, the way his hyungs make the effort to squeeze him in when there is obviously already no space left to accommodate his presence. Like hey, he doesn't need the sympathy, thank you very much. He's Choikang Changmin.
So it doesn't pretty much surprise anyone when Changmin is found dead drunk on the couch that night, eyelids shut prettily and long limbs draped over the edges.
After Yunho calls it a day and Jaejoong shushes everyone off to bed, trying not to disturb the youngest on the couch, Yoochun pouts reluctantly before following an exhausted Junsu into the room they share.
The door shuts out Yoochun and Junsu's bickering, blocks out Jaejoong and Yunho's silent staring game and closes with a click.
Gradually, noises fade to silence and lights click off, plunging into darkness.
Five sleeping souls; and one jerks awake.
He opens his eyes to a whole, new, bright world.
*
"Who first?" He ponders sadistically, a grin on his face. Save the best for the last, he decides, as he exits the room he's in softly.
Making his way over to the couch, he spies the youngest member, curled up on his side, Jaejoong's favourite blanket sprawled over his figure.
"First victim," He says to no one in particular, as he grips the butcher knife he's wielding and swings.
Changmin barely has time to even stir as his head rolls backwards, a fountain of red gushing out of the severed wound.
"... Down." He looks down at himself and smiles. Changmin's blood is freshly warm on his skin.
*
"Here comes part two." He sits at the kitchen table, back towards the door. Bare feet pad groggily down the pathway and he turns to face the eldest member of the group, who looks quizzically at him before registering the red on his clothes.
"Oh my god -"
His heart falters for a moment before his mind takes over, the gleaming blade buried deep in the beautiful man's chest. He almost regrets it, but as he pulls the weapon out with a sickening squelch, he is laughing hysterically.
The perfect face is now painted with an equally pristine pattern of art, thick streaks of deep red substance glistening under the moonlight.
Kim Jaejoong never did believe in God.
*
He knew the leader of the group would come chasing after Jaejoong's ass soon after.
And right he was. Jung Yunho, the tall, powerful figure on stage, now reduced to a sleepy, irate husband, appears in the hallway not soon after.
"Jae?" He breathes the last word before the shining knife slashes across his stomach and he spills his guts onto the floor, a colourful plash on the red canvas.
Reduced to nothing but a discarded paint bottle.
*
The most exciting part comes, right now, he thinks, as he pushes open the door to reveal the sleeping figure on the bed, who's so innocently fragile and painfully ignorant of the murder - no, the masterpiece that had taken place outside.
The cold metal now like an extended hand, he caresses the smooth skin with the back of the knife, enjoying the sight of seeing red spread itself cosily all over his face, like a butterfly spreading its wings lazily.
Surprise.
Kim Junsu opens his eyes to the stinging smell of blood and a sinister smile on his friend's face.
*
He runs, runs out of the room, runs away from the monster that has resided in his friend's body, runs into the kitchen, a hand over his mouth to stifle his gasps of fear.
He screeches to a halt in front of Jaejoong and Yunho's corpses, his mind blank at the sight of the ocean of red that covers every inch of the wooden floor. It was a horrible nightmare that he wants to wake up from, with his life.
Kim Junsu backs away slowly in denial, and he touches something warm and alive behind him that wraps an arm around his waist.
He gives the loudest, most piercing scream he has that tears at his throat and he struggles to free himself as he knows he's the next victim.
But the other man's hot breath on his ear makes him freeze momentarily despite the chilling words uttered.
"Like it, baby? Red, for Cassiopeia. You said you wanted to conquer the whole of Asia, to sing for Cassiopeia ... I give you the ocean of red you wanted."
No, this is not I wanted, Junsu squeezes his eyes shut tightly, wishing it was all just a terrible dream, and when he woke up Jaejoong-hyung and Yunho-hyung would laugh at him and Changmin would tease him till no end for having such childish thoughts -
But when he opens his eyes, he is pulled forward to meet lips that taste of three people's blood - Jaejoong, Yunho and Changmin.
Junsu gags, an overwhelming urge to vomit and tries to fight him off but the latter has one hand around his wrists and the other clutching a butcher knife at his neck.
Transparent drops of liquid trail down his cheek and drips into their connected lips.
Please let me wake up now, please, please, God, please -
*
Kim Junsu opens his eyes. Brown orbs meet white plaster and he's never been so glad he could see the ceiling of his room before.
He glances over at the bed beside his and Yoochun is sleeping fitfully, a picture of tranquillity.
Junsu feels like bursting into tears at the normality of it all.
He jumps on Yoochun and hugs him through the thin blanket, breaking into a wide smile as he feels his friend hugging him back.
"I love you, Yoochun, I'm so glad, I'm so glad -" Junsu mumbles through incoherent lips.
"Love you too, babe," Yoochun answers in his deep, sensual voice that banishes all tendrils of fear from Junsu's mind.
Junsu sighs with relief and buries his face into the crook of Yoochun's neck. It was just a terrible nightmare.
He fails to see the gleaming blade that peeks out from the underneath of Yoochun's fluffy pillows.
Red for Cassiopeia.
***
Pairing: Yoosu, OT5
Rating: PG/PG-13
Genre: Angst, drama, horror, romance
Length: Oneshot, 1078 words.
Summary: Someone wants to kill Dong Bang Shin Ki. Who ... and why?
A/N: A result of recent Yoosu-love overload and stress. Doesn't make much sense ... but reality never did make sense anyway.
Red For Cassiopeia
picture credits: here
Recently Changmin has been feeling a little under the weather. Sometimes he wakes up feeling a little disconcerted, a little extra-tired, but he knows life has to go on, just like how Yunho has to hug Jaejoong to feel comforted and how Yoochun and Junsu share those little secret glances that don't go unnoticed.
It gets pretty sickening sometimes, the way his hyungs make the effort to squeeze him in when there is obviously already no space left to accommodate his presence. Like hey, he doesn't need the sympathy, thank you very much. He's Choikang Changmin.
So it doesn't pretty much surprise anyone when Changmin is found dead drunk on the couch that night, eyelids shut prettily and long limbs draped over the edges.
After Yunho calls it a day and Jaejoong shushes everyone off to bed, trying not to disturb the youngest on the couch, Yoochun pouts reluctantly before following an exhausted Junsu into the room they share.
The door shuts out Yoochun and Junsu's bickering, blocks out Jaejoong and Yunho's silent staring game and closes with a click.
Gradually, noises fade to silence and lights click off, plunging into darkness.
Five sleeping souls; and one jerks awake.
He opens his eyes to a whole, new, bright world.
*
"Who first?" He ponders sadistically, a grin on his face. Save the best for the last, he decides, as he exits the room he's in softly.
Making his way over to the couch, he spies the youngest member, curled up on his side, Jaejoong's favourite blanket sprawled over his figure.
"First victim," He says to no one in particular, as he grips the butcher knife he's wielding and swings.
Changmin barely has time to even stir as his head rolls backwards, a fountain of red gushing out of the severed wound.
"... Down." He looks down at himself and smiles. Changmin's blood is freshly warm on his skin.
*
"Here comes part two." He sits at the kitchen table, back towards the door. Bare feet pad groggily down the pathway and he turns to face the eldest member of the group, who looks quizzically at him before registering the red on his clothes.
"Oh my god -"
His heart falters for a moment before his mind takes over, the gleaming blade buried deep in the beautiful man's chest. He almost regrets it, but as he pulls the weapon out with a sickening squelch, he is laughing hysterically.
The perfect face is now painted with an equally pristine pattern of art, thick streaks of deep red substance glistening under the moonlight.
Kim Jaejoong never did believe in God.
*
He knew the leader of the group would come chasing after Jaejoong's ass soon after.
And right he was. Jung Yunho, the tall, powerful figure on stage, now reduced to a sleepy, irate husband, appears in the hallway not soon after.
"Jae?" He breathes the last word before the shining knife slashes across his stomach and he spills his guts onto the floor, a colourful plash on the red canvas.
Reduced to nothing but a discarded paint bottle.
*
The most exciting part comes, right now, he thinks, as he pushes open the door to reveal the sleeping figure on the bed, who's so innocently fragile and painfully ignorant of the murder - no, the masterpiece that had taken place outside.
The cold metal now like an extended hand, he caresses the smooth skin with the back of the knife, enjoying the sight of seeing red spread itself cosily all over his face, like a butterfly spreading its wings lazily.
Surprise.
Kim Junsu opens his eyes to the stinging smell of blood and a sinister smile on his friend's face.
*
He runs, runs out of the room, runs away from the monster that has resided in his friend's body, runs into the kitchen, a hand over his mouth to stifle his gasps of fear.
He screeches to a halt in front of Jaejoong and Yunho's corpses, his mind blank at the sight of the ocean of red that covers every inch of the wooden floor. It was a horrible nightmare that he wants to wake up from, with his life.
Kim Junsu backs away slowly in denial, and he touches something warm and alive behind him that wraps an arm around his waist.
He gives the loudest, most piercing scream he has that tears at his throat and he struggles to free himself as he knows he's the next victim.
But the other man's hot breath on his ear makes him freeze momentarily despite the chilling words uttered.
"Like it, baby? Red, for Cassiopeia. You said you wanted to conquer the whole of Asia, to sing for Cassiopeia ... I give you the ocean of red you wanted."
No, this is not I wanted, Junsu squeezes his eyes shut tightly, wishing it was all just a terrible dream, and when he woke up Jaejoong-hyung and Yunho-hyung would laugh at him and Changmin would tease him till no end for having such childish thoughts -
But when he opens his eyes, he is pulled forward to meet lips that taste of three people's blood - Jaejoong, Yunho and Changmin.
Junsu gags, an overwhelming urge to vomit and tries to fight him off but the latter has one hand around his wrists and the other clutching a butcher knife at his neck.
Transparent drops of liquid trail down his cheek and drips into their connected lips.
Please let me wake up now, please, please, God, please -
*
Kim Junsu opens his eyes. Brown orbs meet white plaster and he's never been so glad he could see the ceiling of his room before.
He glances over at the bed beside his and Yoochun is sleeping fitfully, a picture of tranquillity.
Junsu feels like bursting into tears at the normality of it all.
He jumps on Yoochun and hugs him through the thin blanket, breaking into a wide smile as he feels his friend hugging him back.
"I love you, Yoochun, I'm so glad, I'm so glad -" Junsu mumbles through incoherent lips.
"Love you too, babe," Yoochun answers in his deep, sensual voice that banishes all tendrils of fear from Junsu's mind.
Junsu sighs with relief and buries his face into the crook of Yoochun's neck. It was just a terrible nightmare.
He fails to see the gleaming blade that peeks out from the underneath of Yoochun's fluffy pillows.
Red for Cassiopeia.
***