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Title: Gone with your breath
Author: Hallyu
Rating: reference to smut
Genre: angst
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Dedicated to: Rian-unni, because she is awesome~!
A/N: First DBSK fic...
"You hungry, Minnie?" A voice whispers into your ear, ghosting over your skin.
You shiver, and aren't sure if it's because of the crisp midnight air or something else and answer in an annoyed tone, "Not tonight hyung, not tonight."
The figure pouts and wraps his long skinny arms around your slim middle, looping your arms behind you, and you can feel smooth skin under fingertips.
"But you're always hungry, dongsaeng," the voice taunts you as you shake him off gently, unwrapping his arms and smiling into the night at his adorable frown.
"I'm sorry hyung," you murmur apologetically. Outside, you can hear the faint moans and pleasured screams of the others inside and you imagine slick skin over slick skin and sweaty palms and erect-
you breathe, just for a moment, and look around the balcony.
No one is there and, with a shaky laugh, you wish there was someone. But you know, you know that there will never be anyone for you.
Author: Hallyu
Rating: reference to smut
Genre: angst
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Dedicated to: Rian-unni, because she is awesome~!
A/N: First DBSK fic...
"You hungry, Minnie?" A voice whispers into your ear, ghosting over your skin.
You shiver, and aren't sure if it's because of the crisp midnight air or something else and answer in an annoyed tone, "Not tonight hyung, not tonight."
The figure pouts and wraps his long skinny arms around your slim middle, looping your arms behind you, and you can feel smooth skin under fingertips.
"But you're always hungry, dongsaeng," the voice taunts you as you shake him off gently, unwrapping his arms and smiling into the night at his adorable frown.
"I'm sorry hyung," you murmur apologetically. Outside, you can hear the faint moans and pleasured screams of the others inside and you imagine slick skin over slick skin and sweaty palms and erect-
you breathe, just for a moment, and look around the balcony.
No one is there and, with a shaky laugh, you wish there was someone. But you know, you know that there will never be anyone for you.