[sj100] 001. Freefall
First of one hundred, or so I hope. It's hard not to write hackneyed drivel when it comes to Kangteuk, but here's my fighting try. Indebted to the much-superior fucked-up!Teuk of mirrorspy.
Freefall
pairing: Kangin/Eeteuk
It's their little joke that Eeteuk is slowly coming apart at the seams, but suddenly it isn't funny anymore, because slow has become fast and Eeteuk is being ripped apart, ripping himself apart, tumbling head over heels towards breakdown and clawing and shrieking the whole way. He stops lying on TV shows and starts lying in their kitchen when Sungmin asks him what the pills are for; he explodes at Ryeowook for going into his room when he's not there; he tackles Siwon and lays into him with shaking fists when the younger boy tells him he should "talk to someone about it," and Kangin only barely manages to pull him off and hold him still long enough for Siwon to leave, eyes scared and sad. He disappears for days on end, and Shindong and Hyukjae wordlessly fill his place in TV and radio appearances. They all try to cover for him, but they know it is only a matter of time before they'll have to admit what the media is already reporting.
It has been three days since any of them last saw Eeteuk when he shows up in Kangin's room. Even in the moonlight Kangin can tell that his grin and his pupils are too big, and his whole body is shaking, and he is high, so high. When he begins to stumble towards the bed, Kangin can smell that he is drunk, too. He doesn't move when Eeteuk leers obscenely at him, doesn't move even when Eeteuk thrusts out a hand and begins groping his cock through his sweatpants. He knows what he should do: he should calm Eeteuk down, call their manager, call an ambulance, call a psychologist, call Eeteuk's family. He should get help.
He doesn't. Instead, he grabs Eeteuk, presses him down into the bed, rips off his clothes and fucks him. He fucks him hard, viciously, grips his hips tight enough to bruise, swallows his hyperventilations in savage kisses. He thinks about Eeteuk years ago, thinks about soft laughter and softer kisses, and fucks him harder, hard enough that Eeteuk begins to moan exaggeratedly-like a whore, Kangin thinks. In that moment, he hates Eeteuk, hates him, and before he knows it he has backhanded him, hard enough to snap his face to the side. Eeteuk growls yeah and comes, and then Kangin shoots deep inside of him and collapses onto his chest.
He lays there, cheek pressed against feverish skin, listening to Eeteuk's frantic heartbeat, until he can silence the tiny part inside him that hopes that the drugs will be enough to kill him, this time.
Freefall
pairing: Kangin/Eeteuk
It's their little joke that Eeteuk is slowly coming apart at the seams, but suddenly it isn't funny anymore, because slow has become fast and Eeteuk is being ripped apart, ripping himself apart, tumbling head over heels towards breakdown and clawing and shrieking the whole way. He stops lying on TV shows and starts lying in their kitchen when Sungmin asks him what the pills are for; he explodes at Ryeowook for going into his room when he's not there; he tackles Siwon and lays into him with shaking fists when the younger boy tells him he should "talk to someone about it," and Kangin only barely manages to pull him off and hold him still long enough for Siwon to leave, eyes scared and sad. He disappears for days on end, and Shindong and Hyukjae wordlessly fill his place in TV and radio appearances. They all try to cover for him, but they know it is only a matter of time before they'll have to admit what the media is already reporting.
It has been three days since any of them last saw Eeteuk when he shows up in Kangin's room. Even in the moonlight Kangin can tell that his grin and his pupils are too big, and his whole body is shaking, and he is high, so high. When he begins to stumble towards the bed, Kangin can smell that he is drunk, too. He doesn't move when Eeteuk leers obscenely at him, doesn't move even when Eeteuk thrusts out a hand and begins groping his cock through his sweatpants. He knows what he should do: he should calm Eeteuk down, call their manager, call an ambulance, call a psychologist, call Eeteuk's family. He should get help.
He doesn't. Instead, he grabs Eeteuk, presses him down into the bed, rips off his clothes and fucks him. He fucks him hard, viciously, grips his hips tight enough to bruise, swallows his hyperventilations in savage kisses. He thinks about Eeteuk years ago, thinks about soft laughter and softer kisses, and fucks him harder, hard enough that Eeteuk begins to moan exaggeratedly-like a whore, Kangin thinks. In that moment, he hates Eeteuk, hates him, and before he knows it he has backhanded him, hard enough to snap his face to the side. Eeteuk growls yeah and comes, and then Kangin shoots deep inside of him and collapses onto his chest.
He lays there, cheek pressed against feverish skin, listening to Eeteuk's frantic heartbeat, until he can silence the tiny part inside him that hopes that the drugs will be enough to kill him, this time.