Poison, Fire, Death [2/3]
Title: Poison, Fire, Death
Pairing: broken!Minsu, Yoosu
Genre: Angst, drama
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Mention of rape
Summary: Sometimes, poison isn't the one doing all the killings.
A/N: Another of my extremely late nights for absolutely no reason, this time round with both my beloveds
yoosu_sarang and sleeplesshadow to accompany me. And it all goes downhill from here.
Read Part I here.
fire
ft. one-sided Minsu, Yoosu
He could feel the poison writhing in his system, his insides, stirring up a whirlwind and causing an urging need in his veins - he wanted a release, he needed a release.
And he knew exactly where he would find it.
Stumbling into the older man’s room, he locked the door securely behind him. On the bed, Kim Junsu unconsciously flipped over to face him, a picture of serenity. The moon shone through the window, casting its gentle rays upon the sleeping figure, accentuating the silky, brown locks, the full, slightly parted lips that were begging to be violated, the flimsiness of his thin nightshirt and the obvious curves under the blanket.
Changmin licked his lips and started forwards slowly, undoing his pants in the process. His jeans were already a tad too tight, and his fingers were impatient with the round buttons. His loose shirt was tugged over his head and his boxers left somewhere between the bed and the door.
Nimbly, he crept onto the bed without a sound, straddling the sleeping man. Kim Junsu felt a moist, soft presence at his neck and opens his eyes groggily, trying to fend off Changmin’s advances. Chun-ah … is that you? His husky voice aroused the monster within the younger man and he pounced on Junsu, pinning both of his wrists to the mattress.
Kim Junsu was now fully awake and staring at Changmin in horror. The latter did not speak, but watched Junsu intently. Changmin, what is this? Stop fooling around now! Let me go! He catches a strong whiff of alcohol and fear rises in him. Before he had any chance to resist, Changmin had him pressed down securely under his body.
Yoochun! Chun! Chun - Junsu screamed at the top of his voice, but he was cut off as Changmin captured his lips in his, muffling his cries of help and destroying all means of escape.
The last of Kim Junsu’s hope diminished completely as he heard the sound of ripping fabric and felt his pajama pants tugged down forcefully to his ankles.
***
Park Yoochun awoke with a racing heart. His senses were fogged as he bolted upright in bed, his mind still focused on the dream he had seconds ago. In the peculiar dream, he heard Junsu’s desperate cries for help, high-pitched shouts and loud, heavy moans that could only mean sex.
Scratching his head, he tried to dismiss it as a figment of his imagination. He got out of bed and headed towards Changmin’s room, hoping to ask the younger boy to join him for a round of supper. However, when he got there, the door was ajar and nobody was inside. Instead, several bottles of alcohol lay lopsided on the table, its contents empty.
The calmness that had settled in Yoochun was now overtaken by fear and panic. Biting his lip, he prayed fervently that things were not what he imagined to be and dashed towards Junsu’s room.
***
Two sleeping figures on the bed - one, dozing fitfully; one, trying to escape a nightmare he wished he would never wake up to experience.
Yoochun could only register the blood that stained the white linen, the tear streaks imprinted on Junsu’s face and the love bites that covered each inch of skin. The room smelt disgusting, nothing like the comforting and alluring smell of lovemaking between Park Yoochun and Kim Junsu. Bastard, lowly bastard -
Fury rose in his mind and Yoochun pulled Changmin up by his hair and dragged him towards the bathroom. Junsu was startled by the commotion and opened his eyes to see a livid Yoochun pushing Changmin into the bathtub and dosing him with ice, cold water.
The soreness of his body only confirmed that it was not a dream. The redness that he saw affirmed that he had been violated. I will never be Yoochun’s baby anymore … Yoochun … I have sinned … I am dirty. Fresh tears welled up in Kim Junsu’s eyes.
Yoochun gave Changmin a tight slap on the cheek. Wake up, you bastard! Are you awake? Are you human yet? Seeing no response from the younger, he continued to physically abuse him, until Changmin began to cough.
Hyung … what’s wrong with you? I’m trying to sleep! The words struck Yoochun’s heart like lightning. His grip slackened and Changmin was able to come out of the shower. What’s wrong? He sees Yoochun’s red-rimmed eyes.
Then he looked past the older man beside him and his gaze fell on the shivering figure on the bed, the remaining material of Kim Junsu’s favourite pajamas on the floor, the red droplets that represented his crime.
And he understood everything.
Once spread, it will not stop … Till Death.
***
Read Part III here.
Pairing: broken!Minsu, Yoosu
Genre: Angst, drama
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Mention of rape
Summary: Sometimes, poison isn't the one doing all the killings.
A/N: Another of my extremely late nights for absolutely no reason, this time round with both my beloveds
yoosu_sarang and sleeplesshadow to accompany me. And it all goes downhill from here.
Read Part I here.
fire
ft. one-sided Minsu, Yoosu
He could feel the poison writhing in his system, his insides, stirring up a whirlwind and causing an urging need in his veins - he wanted a release, he needed a release.
And he knew exactly where he would find it.
Stumbling into the older man’s room, he locked the door securely behind him. On the bed, Kim Junsu unconsciously flipped over to face him, a picture of serenity. The moon shone through the window, casting its gentle rays upon the sleeping figure, accentuating the silky, brown locks, the full, slightly parted lips that were begging to be violated, the flimsiness of his thin nightshirt and the obvious curves under the blanket.
Changmin licked his lips and started forwards slowly, undoing his pants in the process. His jeans were already a tad too tight, and his fingers were impatient with the round buttons. His loose shirt was tugged over his head and his boxers left somewhere between the bed and the door.
Nimbly, he crept onto the bed without a sound, straddling the sleeping man. Kim Junsu felt a moist, soft presence at his neck and opens his eyes groggily, trying to fend off Changmin’s advances. Chun-ah … is that you? His husky voice aroused the monster within the younger man and he pounced on Junsu, pinning both of his wrists to the mattress.
Kim Junsu was now fully awake and staring at Changmin in horror. The latter did not speak, but watched Junsu intently. Changmin, what is this? Stop fooling around now! Let me go! He catches a strong whiff of alcohol and fear rises in him. Before he had any chance to resist, Changmin had him pressed down securely under his body.
Yoochun! Chun! Chun - Junsu screamed at the top of his voice, but he was cut off as Changmin captured his lips in his, muffling his cries of help and destroying all means of escape.
The last of Kim Junsu’s hope diminished completely as he heard the sound of ripping fabric and felt his pajama pants tugged down forcefully to his ankles.
***
Park Yoochun awoke with a racing heart. His senses were fogged as he bolted upright in bed, his mind still focused on the dream he had seconds ago. In the peculiar dream, he heard Junsu’s desperate cries for help, high-pitched shouts and loud, heavy moans that could only mean sex.
Scratching his head, he tried to dismiss it as a figment of his imagination. He got out of bed and headed towards Changmin’s room, hoping to ask the younger boy to join him for a round of supper. However, when he got there, the door was ajar and nobody was inside. Instead, several bottles of alcohol lay lopsided on the table, its contents empty.
The calmness that had settled in Yoochun was now overtaken by fear and panic. Biting his lip, he prayed fervently that things were not what he imagined to be and dashed towards Junsu’s room.
***
Two sleeping figures on the bed - one, dozing fitfully; one, trying to escape a nightmare he wished he would never wake up to experience.
Yoochun could only register the blood that stained the white linen, the tear streaks imprinted on Junsu’s face and the love bites that covered each inch of skin. The room smelt disgusting, nothing like the comforting and alluring smell of lovemaking between Park Yoochun and Kim Junsu. Bastard, lowly bastard -
Fury rose in his mind and Yoochun pulled Changmin up by his hair and dragged him towards the bathroom. Junsu was startled by the commotion and opened his eyes to see a livid Yoochun pushing Changmin into the bathtub and dosing him with ice, cold water.
The soreness of his body only confirmed that it was not a dream. The redness that he saw affirmed that he had been violated. I will never be Yoochun’s baby anymore … Yoochun … I have sinned … I am dirty. Fresh tears welled up in Kim Junsu’s eyes.
Yoochun gave Changmin a tight slap on the cheek. Wake up, you bastard! Are you awake? Are you human yet? Seeing no response from the younger, he continued to physically abuse him, until Changmin began to cough.
Hyung … what’s wrong with you? I’m trying to sleep! The words struck Yoochun’s heart like lightning. His grip slackened and Changmin was able to come out of the shower. What’s wrong? He sees Yoochun’s red-rimmed eyes.
Then he looked past the older man beside him and his gaze fell on the shivering figure on the bed, the remaining material of Kim Junsu’s favourite pajamas on the floor, the red droplets that represented his crime.
And he understood everything.
Once spread, it will not stop … Till Death.
***
Read Part III here.