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itunes meme, various drabbles, pairings and ratings.
1. i never knew the meaning of christmas - nsync
there's something special about this year's christmas; it's brighter, the tree has more meaningful ornaments this time. changmin's perfectly-shaped star, junsu's lopsided angel that looks more like a half-melted snowman with too many curves, yoochun's paper with half a christmas song written, jaejoong's angel that they've used every year. yunho doesn't have anything to add; he's got enough in everything there already.
as he's sitting there contemplating, dreaming dreams of hot chocolate and candy canes with their stripes of red and white, a hand unfolds itself on his shoulder and slides down into a soft embrace. he knows these arms holding him tight too well, rubs at one comfortingly. yunho tilts his head back for a kiss; jaejoong obliges, soft lips brushing against yunho's sweetly. jaejoong tastes like home and yunho thinks he can taste traces other kisses Jaejoong may have shared earlier, hot chocolate and mint kisses. "come have some hot chocolate with us, fearless leader," jaejoong says against yunho's lips.
yunho does, shares hot chocolate kisses, too. it's another special christmas.
2. i don't understand - big bang
junsu hugs his knees, tastes salt on his tongue and feels the bile rise in the back of his throat. there's no end to this, it's a black hole sucking everything out of his life, trying to take it away.
yoochun's body lies somewhere beyond the hill and junsu's the only one left. he closes his eyes and trembles and retches, flashes of death desaturated behind his eyelids and a terror in his heart. there's no one here to soothe junsu's tortured soul, only hidden demons in the dark that seek to take it away.
from behind him, junsu hears a rattling sound, dark and evil. panic grips his heart and squeezes painfully, fullstop. junsu turns and can only watch as the terror in his heart takes his life. evil is the last thing he sees.
3. slave for you - britney spears
junsu undulates underneath flickering candlelights, sways to a beat that comes to life with hands and animal skins tightly wound. the gold chains around his hips clink mysteriously and his red lips hold secrets yoochun wants to unfurl, wants to dip his fingers into and suck them dry. dark, kohled eyes meet his and yoochun's lost, drowning a sea of lust.
junsu arches, belly taut with desire, as yoochun licks a bold stripe along the underside of his cock; yoochun tastes sin and everything he can't have. his hands map junsu's bronzed skin and memorize all the lines others have traced before him; it's maddening and wrenches at his heart, all at once.
junsu whispers secrets into yoochun's ear as yoochun fucks him, and maybe they're true; yoochun'll never know.
4. the way you are - dbsk
jaejoong smiles, curves in all the right places, and yoochun follows them with eyes that never stray. there's love in this path, off the main road and down into the grove below. yoochun slides fingers along jaejoong's jaw and thinks, this is the way we are. puzzle pieces that fit together too right, no glue needed.
5. rainbow - dbsk
it's a quiet evening, twilight and everything's slowed down to a dull roar in the city. parked at the cliff and relaxed into each other on the hood of the car, jaejoong and changmin share body heat, warmed over by soft, slow kisses and hands lazy in their wandering. changmin never asks and jaejoong always tells, it's in the shape of his smile and the gentle way he caresses. changmin learns to read between the lines.
6. time after time - quietdrive
there's a picture on jaejoong's bedstand, of five people laughing, happy. he remembers that day. changmin had said something witty, something that made them all smile for real, like they hadn't in days. too many schedules, too much too fast. it took its toll sometimes. but they were all happy, lived to the fullest, did their best, ganbatte. the clock ticks life slowly away, leaving jaejoong with nothing but memories and a soft pillow to cry on.
there's a heart on jaejoong's sleeve, broken. jaejoong nurses it back to health and carries it with him forever, a piece of yoochun he'll never forget.
7. breathe on me - britney spears
there's stale air in this room, sticky and sweaty with sex. yunho fucks changmin like he means it, a slow burn felt by synchronized bodies moving too slow for torture. changmin's never been the praying kind, that's always been junsu's forte, but he prays this won't ever end, doesn't want yunho to stop, ever. it's a dark drive down a twisty road with no return, and changmin's body is the road, writhing. yunho breathes lust out and changmin breathes it in; he was never a good boy.
8. shadow of the day - linkin park
junsu sits atop a roof, window to the world. there's a shadow in front of him, a silouette he's seen before. the shadow creeps up on him and jaejoong is there, by his side. comforting without doing anything, that's always been jaejoong's way. he's a mystery, something junsu can't get. he was never into those types of novels. but jaejoong isn't his type, jaejoong isn't a silly comic (only sometimes and it's so brief junsu thinks he's dreaming away) with good guys in tights and bad guys with ugly faces you can make fun of; jaejoong is jaejoong is jaejoong and junsu wants to wrap his melody around jaejoong's tongue and harmonize but it's hard to find the pitch.
jaejoong leans in and breathes against junsu's cheek and junsu stops trying. jaejoong is jaejoong, and his shadow's always there, lined up with a setting sun.
9. rising sun - dbsk
it's too fast, too much and yoochun can't do this anymore, can't run. he stumbles, falls and breathes out, gives up. changmin's right behind him, arm under and up yoochun goes, half-leaning on changmin, support. jaejoong's behind them, eyes wild and hair flying; they can't stop, can't stop. the sun's too close, burning skin. there's no time. somewhere up ahead, they can hear yunho and junsu shouting at each other, orders and creeds and mottos that make no sense now, not when they're fighting for their lives in a whirlwind terror.
the sun reaches its point and they lock the door behind them, seal the airlock and watch through dark windows as the land before them burns.
10. lie - big bang
yoochun sees the lies in jaejoong's eyes and closes his; maybe he can block them, out of sight, out of mind. jaejoong brushes lips too sweet against his and he opens willingly, too caught up in this whirlwind romance to try and fight it, fight jaejoong with his silky soft skin and his dark, dark lying eyes and his secrets. yoochun's a dying man, drowning in jaejoong, only jaejoong, and he's sorry but he can't help loving it all.
1. i never knew the meaning of christmas - nsync
there's something special about this year's christmas; it's brighter, the tree has more meaningful ornaments this time. changmin's perfectly-shaped star, junsu's lopsided angel that looks more like a half-melted snowman with too many curves, yoochun's paper with half a christmas song written, jaejoong's angel that they've used every year. yunho doesn't have anything to add; he's got enough in everything there already.
as he's sitting there contemplating, dreaming dreams of hot chocolate and candy canes with their stripes of red and white, a hand unfolds itself on his shoulder and slides down into a soft embrace. he knows these arms holding him tight too well, rubs at one comfortingly. yunho tilts his head back for a kiss; jaejoong obliges, soft lips brushing against yunho's sweetly. jaejoong tastes like home and yunho thinks he can taste traces other kisses Jaejoong may have shared earlier, hot chocolate and mint kisses. "come have some hot chocolate with us, fearless leader," jaejoong says against yunho's lips.
yunho does, shares hot chocolate kisses, too. it's another special christmas.
2. i don't understand - big bang
junsu hugs his knees, tastes salt on his tongue and feels the bile rise in the back of his throat. there's no end to this, it's a black hole sucking everything out of his life, trying to take it away.
yoochun's body lies somewhere beyond the hill and junsu's the only one left. he closes his eyes and trembles and retches, flashes of death desaturated behind his eyelids and a terror in his heart. there's no one here to soothe junsu's tortured soul, only hidden demons in the dark that seek to take it away.
from behind him, junsu hears a rattling sound, dark and evil. panic grips his heart and squeezes painfully, fullstop. junsu turns and can only watch as the terror in his heart takes his life. evil is the last thing he sees.
3. slave for you - britney spears
junsu undulates underneath flickering candlelights, sways to a beat that comes to life with hands and animal skins tightly wound. the gold chains around his hips clink mysteriously and his red lips hold secrets yoochun wants to unfurl, wants to dip his fingers into and suck them dry. dark, kohled eyes meet his and yoochun's lost, drowning a sea of lust.
junsu arches, belly taut with desire, as yoochun licks a bold stripe along the underside of his cock; yoochun tastes sin and everything he can't have. his hands map junsu's bronzed skin and memorize all the lines others have traced before him; it's maddening and wrenches at his heart, all at once.
junsu whispers secrets into yoochun's ear as yoochun fucks him, and maybe they're true; yoochun'll never know.
4. the way you are - dbsk
jaejoong smiles, curves in all the right places, and yoochun follows them with eyes that never stray. there's love in this path, off the main road and down into the grove below. yoochun slides fingers along jaejoong's jaw and thinks, this is the way we are. puzzle pieces that fit together too right, no glue needed.
5. rainbow - dbsk
it's a quiet evening, twilight and everything's slowed down to a dull roar in the city. parked at the cliff and relaxed into each other on the hood of the car, jaejoong and changmin share body heat, warmed over by soft, slow kisses and hands lazy in their wandering. changmin never asks and jaejoong always tells, it's in the shape of his smile and the gentle way he caresses. changmin learns to read between the lines.
6. time after time - quietdrive
there's a picture on jaejoong's bedstand, of five people laughing, happy. he remembers that day. changmin had said something witty, something that made them all smile for real, like they hadn't in days. too many schedules, too much too fast. it took its toll sometimes. but they were all happy, lived to the fullest, did their best, ganbatte. the clock ticks life slowly away, leaving jaejoong with nothing but memories and a soft pillow to cry on.
there's a heart on jaejoong's sleeve, broken. jaejoong nurses it back to health and carries it with him forever, a piece of yoochun he'll never forget.
7. breathe on me - britney spears
there's stale air in this room, sticky and sweaty with sex. yunho fucks changmin like he means it, a slow burn felt by synchronized bodies moving too slow for torture. changmin's never been the praying kind, that's always been junsu's forte, but he prays this won't ever end, doesn't want yunho to stop, ever. it's a dark drive down a twisty road with no return, and changmin's body is the road, writhing. yunho breathes lust out and changmin breathes it in; he was never a good boy.
8. shadow of the day - linkin park
junsu sits atop a roof, window to the world. there's a shadow in front of him, a silouette he's seen before. the shadow creeps up on him and jaejoong is there, by his side. comforting without doing anything, that's always been jaejoong's way. he's a mystery, something junsu can't get. he was never into those types of novels. but jaejoong isn't his type, jaejoong isn't a silly comic (only sometimes and it's so brief junsu thinks he's dreaming away) with good guys in tights and bad guys with ugly faces you can make fun of; jaejoong is jaejoong is jaejoong and junsu wants to wrap his melody around jaejoong's tongue and harmonize but it's hard to find the pitch.
jaejoong leans in and breathes against junsu's cheek and junsu stops trying. jaejoong is jaejoong, and his shadow's always there, lined up with a setting sun.
9. rising sun - dbsk
it's too fast, too much and yoochun can't do this anymore, can't run. he stumbles, falls and breathes out, gives up. changmin's right behind him, arm under and up yoochun goes, half-leaning on changmin, support. jaejoong's behind them, eyes wild and hair flying; they can't stop, can't stop. the sun's too close, burning skin. there's no time. somewhere up ahead, they can hear yunho and junsu shouting at each other, orders and creeds and mottos that make no sense now, not when they're fighting for their lives in a whirlwind terror.
the sun reaches its point and they lock the door behind them, seal the airlock and watch through dark windows as the land before them burns.
10. lie - big bang
yoochun sees the lies in jaejoong's eyes and closes his; maybe he can block them, out of sight, out of mind. jaejoong brushes lips too sweet against his and he opens willingly, too caught up in this whirlwind romance to try and fight it, fight jaejoong with his silky soft skin and his dark, dark lying eyes and his secrets. yoochun's a dying man, drowning in jaejoong, only jaejoong, and he's sorry but he can't help loving it all.