[Fic] Dirty Little Obsession
Dirty little obsession
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Junsu/Changmin
Word count: 1,104
Summary: Junsu isn't the happy, fun-loving, easy-going guy his friends thought he was.
Author's notes: Meh, I don't know how I feel about this fic. This is probably the first and last time I write something with Junsu in it as the main character.
I asked my favorite writing partner tsuyonshi to give me a name and a prompt so I could write something and she gave me Junsu + skeleton in the closet as the prompt.
I hope this somewhat lives up to what she asked for :)
There was a young man sitting on a park bench, a book opened on his lap, reading and enjoying the late afternoon sun. Glasses were perched on his nose and his left hand would often move to push them back up his nose whenever they would decide to slide down. His facial expressions were fascinating; a frown appearing on his face after reading what could be assumed to be a particularly puzzling passage or a mouthed ‘oh’ of revelation when something within the story was surely revealed.
Click. The shutter went off.
He looked handsome that day, wearing white pants and a dark denim button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was carrying a bouquet of red and white flowers, probably roses, and one could only assume that he was going out on a date. A light smile was playing on his lips as he waited for the bus at his usual stop.
Click. The shutter went off.
About a month later, the young man was sitting across from him. He knew by now that the young man’s name was Changmin. They were at a restaurant and he watched with a smile on his face as Changmin shoved noodles, vegetables, meat in his mouth at a dizzying pace. He told him to slow down before he got sick or ended up choking to death. Changmin looked up, took a few minutes to swallow his mouthful before assuring him that he would be fine and to not worry about him. Changmin resumed eating, returning his attention to the food and so he took his phone out and…
Click, the shutter went off. Changmin looked up, an eyebrow raised to express his silent question, but all he got in return was a grin and a flash of light as the shutter went off again.
They are sharing Changmin’s bed, bodies separated by a barricade of pillows courtesy of Changmin. Earlier that afternoon, he had appeared on the doorstep of Changmin’s apartment with a sheepish smile on his face and a small luggage at his left hand. It had been easy to get Changmin to allow him to stay over. No one could resist his big wide eyes and his pouty lips, nor could they resist his adorable pleading and the blinding smile that would appear as soon as what he had wanted was given to him. Changmin had easily bought his story about a gas leak in his apartment building and how the residents had been asked to find another place to stay for the night.
He watches him sleep with great interest. For a moment, there is a frown on Changmin’s face even as he sleeps, but then he stretches, rubs his cheek against his pillow, his nose wrinkling in the process and then his body stills again and there is no trace of a frown on his forehead. He looks peaceful now.
Click. The shutter goes off and all the Gods of this world are thanked for making Changmin a deep sleeper.
[+-+-+-+]
Time passed and he continued to take pictures of Changmin without the other knowing, stealing private moments and trapping them on film. His collection of pictures grew along with their friendship, but he wanted more. He needed more. Unfortunately, Changmin wasn’t seeing him as anything more than just a good friend. It was starting to make him angry. He wanted pictures of Changmin the way he was seeing him in his fantasies, with his arms tied behind his back and a mix of blood and cum smeared over his abs, or with a gag in his mouth and his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment.
He used to think that the pictures would be enough, that he wouldn’t need more as long as he would have those, but eventually, he had to admit to himself that he had been wrong. The pictures definitely were not enough, and so he put a plan into action.
There was a room in Kim Junsu’s apartment that was off-limits to his friends and relatives. Whenever he was asked about that room and what it contained, Junsu would simply start laughing, revealing two rows of white teeth, and reply that the room was simply a place to put all his junk, empty boxes and items he wasn’t using a lot. He would then apologize for keeping the room locked and explain that he simply didn’t want people to snoop through things that he considered as garbage and the explanation was always accepted.
That day though, he made sure to leave the door unlocked and even went as far as leaving the door slightly ajar. He knew that Changmin would be curious and would try to see what the room contained.
They were playing video games in his living room when Changmin stood up and excused himself so he could use the bathroom. Junsu nodded in acknowledgement and pretended to be extremely focused on what was happening on screen. He heard the toilet being flushed and then the sound of water running, a door opening and footsteps slowly coming down to a stop. He looked away from the screen and saw Changmin glancing past the open door and then disappearing into the off-limit room.
He had to be quick.
Junsu swiftly stood up and made his way across the hall, his steps unusually silent for someone who usually exuded energy. He slipped into the room and quietly closed the door behind him. Changmin was standing in the middle of the room, shocked, his analytical brain probably still trying to process and find a reasonable explanation for what he was seeing.
Four walls covered with pictures of him from floor to ceiling. There were a bunch of pictures from that time he read a book in the park, or that other time where he had gone out on a date which had turned out to be a total flop. There were also pictures of him sleeping, showering, eating, swimming or studying. There were close-ups of his face, some pictures were only showing his eyes, or part of his face, or one of his nipples or again his abs. The room also had a bed and a desk. He suddenly felt sick and turned around to escape, only to find Junsu looking at him with a grin that was anything but the cheerful, innocent ones he was usually giving out.
“Junsu-ah,” he whispered, hoping for a logical explanation, some reassurance.
Junsu reached for something in his back pocket and smirked when his hand returned with a gag dangling from it.
The door locked with a click.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Junsu/Changmin
Word count: 1,104
Summary: Junsu isn't the happy, fun-loving, easy-going guy his friends thought he was.
Author's notes: Meh, I don't know how I feel about this fic. This is probably the first and last time I write something with Junsu in it as the main character.
I asked my favorite writing partner tsuyonshi to give me a name and a prompt so I could write something and she gave me Junsu + skeleton in the closet as the prompt.
I hope this somewhat lives up to what she asked for :)
There was a young man sitting on a park bench, a book opened on his lap, reading and enjoying the late afternoon sun. Glasses were perched on his nose and his left hand would often move to push them back up his nose whenever they would decide to slide down. His facial expressions were fascinating; a frown appearing on his face after reading what could be assumed to be a particularly puzzling passage or a mouthed ‘oh’ of revelation when something within the story was surely revealed.
Click. The shutter went off.
He looked handsome that day, wearing white pants and a dark denim button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was carrying a bouquet of red and white flowers, probably roses, and one could only assume that he was going out on a date. A light smile was playing on his lips as he waited for the bus at his usual stop.
Click. The shutter went off.
About a month later, the young man was sitting across from him. He knew by now that the young man’s name was Changmin. They were at a restaurant and he watched with a smile on his face as Changmin shoved noodles, vegetables, meat in his mouth at a dizzying pace. He told him to slow down before he got sick or ended up choking to death. Changmin looked up, took a few minutes to swallow his mouthful before assuring him that he would be fine and to not worry about him. Changmin resumed eating, returning his attention to the food and so he took his phone out and…
Click, the shutter went off. Changmin looked up, an eyebrow raised to express his silent question, but all he got in return was a grin and a flash of light as the shutter went off again.
They are sharing Changmin’s bed, bodies separated by a barricade of pillows courtesy of Changmin. Earlier that afternoon, he had appeared on the doorstep of Changmin’s apartment with a sheepish smile on his face and a small luggage at his left hand. It had been easy to get Changmin to allow him to stay over. No one could resist his big wide eyes and his pouty lips, nor could they resist his adorable pleading and the blinding smile that would appear as soon as what he had wanted was given to him. Changmin had easily bought his story about a gas leak in his apartment building and how the residents had been asked to find another place to stay for the night.
He watches him sleep with great interest. For a moment, there is a frown on Changmin’s face even as he sleeps, but then he stretches, rubs his cheek against his pillow, his nose wrinkling in the process and then his body stills again and there is no trace of a frown on his forehead. He looks peaceful now.
Click. The shutter goes off and all the Gods of this world are thanked for making Changmin a deep sleeper.
[+-+-+-+]
Time passed and he continued to take pictures of Changmin without the other knowing, stealing private moments and trapping them on film. His collection of pictures grew along with their friendship, but he wanted more. He needed more. Unfortunately, Changmin wasn’t seeing him as anything more than just a good friend. It was starting to make him angry. He wanted pictures of Changmin the way he was seeing him in his fantasies, with his arms tied behind his back and a mix of blood and cum smeared over his abs, or with a gag in his mouth and his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment.
He used to think that the pictures would be enough, that he wouldn’t need more as long as he would have those, but eventually, he had to admit to himself that he had been wrong. The pictures definitely were not enough, and so he put a plan into action.
There was a room in Kim Junsu’s apartment that was off-limits to his friends and relatives. Whenever he was asked about that room and what it contained, Junsu would simply start laughing, revealing two rows of white teeth, and reply that the room was simply a place to put all his junk, empty boxes and items he wasn’t using a lot. He would then apologize for keeping the room locked and explain that he simply didn’t want people to snoop through things that he considered as garbage and the explanation was always accepted.
That day though, he made sure to leave the door unlocked and even went as far as leaving the door slightly ajar. He knew that Changmin would be curious and would try to see what the room contained.
They were playing video games in his living room when Changmin stood up and excused himself so he could use the bathroom. Junsu nodded in acknowledgement and pretended to be extremely focused on what was happening on screen. He heard the toilet being flushed and then the sound of water running, a door opening and footsteps slowly coming down to a stop. He looked away from the screen and saw Changmin glancing past the open door and then disappearing into the off-limit room.
He had to be quick.
Junsu swiftly stood up and made his way across the hall, his steps unusually silent for someone who usually exuded energy. He slipped into the room and quietly closed the door behind him. Changmin was standing in the middle of the room, shocked, his analytical brain probably still trying to process and find a reasonable explanation for what he was seeing.
Four walls covered with pictures of him from floor to ceiling. There were a bunch of pictures from that time he read a book in the park, or that other time where he had gone out on a date which had turned out to be a total flop. There were also pictures of him sleeping, showering, eating, swimming or studying. There were close-ups of his face, some pictures were only showing his eyes, or part of his face, or one of his nipples or again his abs. The room also had a bed and a desk. He suddenly felt sick and turned around to escape, only to find Junsu looking at him with a grin that was anything but the cheerful, innocent ones he was usually giving out.
“Junsu-ah,” he whispered, hoping for a logical explanation, some reassurance.
Junsu reached for something in his back pocket and smirked when his hand returned with a gag dangling from it.
The door locked with a click.