the ugly, the bad, and the good (drabble challenge 42: socks)
title: the ugly, the bad, and the good or 101 uses for socks
author: vastempires
word count: 300
pairing: changmin/jaejoong
concrit: please!
rated: r
note: part of the dubiously titled dbsk spy!au
i.
In two years Changmin becomes a master of patience where before he was merely an acquaintance. He learns it on the corners of Prague where information is traded in the nuance of words left unspoken. He practices it in the shadows of the penthouse apartment, fists pulling at the silk socks looped around the target's throat until a name chokes out. He studies it in the dark hours before morning on the rooftops of Shang-hai with a rifle scope pressed against his eye, still for hours.
He lives with patience, knowing each day leads him closer to the truth.
ii.
Jaejoong shoves Changmin into the chair. “He's hurt.”
“What happened?” Junsu asks, pulling an emergency kit from beneath the kitchen counter.
“Unexpected complications. I'm fine,” Changmin says. He peels his jacket off gingerly revealing thin red lines across his arms and torso. “Jaejoong took care of the worst of it.”
Junsu unwinds the dress socks tied around Changmin's neck and shoulder to revel the deep knife wound. Blood continues to ooze slowly with the rise and fall of Changmin's chest but the ends are clean. He takes in Jaejoong's pale face and his pinched lips.
“The asset?”
“Dead,” Jaejoong says.
iii.
Changmin flexes his wrists. “Are you using your socks as restraints?”
“'Use your available resources wisely,'” Jaejoong quotes, a hit of a smile in his voice. His fingers work the buttons of Changmin's shirt. “Think of it as field training. You've woken bound and blindfolded in a strange place. You're groggy, reflexes slow, your mind--”
“Confused?” Changmin interrupts.
“No. Struggling to control your body's reactions.”
Changmin's hips jerk, startled by the sting of pleasure as Jaejoong twists his nipple. It happens a second time, a third, before he regains control. He exhales slowly, allowing the sensation to roll through him.
author: vastempires
word count: 300
pairing: changmin/jaejoong
concrit: please!
rated: r
note: part of the dubiously titled dbsk spy!au
i.
In two years Changmin becomes a master of patience where before he was merely an acquaintance. He learns it on the corners of Prague where information is traded in the nuance of words left unspoken. He practices it in the shadows of the penthouse apartment, fists pulling at the silk socks looped around the target's throat until a name chokes out. He studies it in the dark hours before morning on the rooftops of Shang-hai with a rifle scope pressed against his eye, still for hours.
He lives with patience, knowing each day leads him closer to the truth.
ii.
Jaejoong shoves Changmin into the chair. “He's hurt.”
“What happened?” Junsu asks, pulling an emergency kit from beneath the kitchen counter.
“Unexpected complications. I'm fine,” Changmin says. He peels his jacket off gingerly revealing thin red lines across his arms and torso. “Jaejoong took care of the worst of it.”
Junsu unwinds the dress socks tied around Changmin's neck and shoulder to revel the deep knife wound. Blood continues to ooze slowly with the rise and fall of Changmin's chest but the ends are clean. He takes in Jaejoong's pale face and his pinched lips.
“The asset?”
“Dead,” Jaejoong says.
iii.
Changmin flexes his wrists. “Are you using your socks as restraints?”
“'Use your available resources wisely,'” Jaejoong quotes, a hit of a smile in his voice. His fingers work the buttons of Changmin's shirt. “Think of it as field training. You've woken bound and blindfolded in a strange place. You're groggy, reflexes slow, your mind--”
“Confused?” Changmin interrupts.
“No. Struggling to control your body's reactions.”
Changmin's hips jerk, startled by the sting of pleasure as Jaejoong twists his nipple. It happens a second time, a third, before he regains control. He exhales slowly, allowing the sensation to roll through him.