FOR KIKUTAN
Title: The Downward Spiral
For: kikutan
Pairing: slight Jiho/Jaehyo, Jiho/Minhyuk, slight Kyung/Jaehyo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 813w
Summary: Jaehyo blinks and everything shifts.
“Fucking dreads” is all that Jaehyo can make of what was coming of Jiho’s mouth as the other boy finds him sitting on the living room’s floor, tongue sticking out of his mouth and legs twitching under a pile of dirty laundry while he scratches furiously at his head.
there’s a white flash, an itch between his shoulder blades, and jiho is not there anymore. jaehyo looks around, confused, mouth still open, and the living room is quiet, too quiet, even for two am is quiet, and the open window shows a pitch-black sky with no stars, clouds, sounds -
“This can’t be happening” Jiho says, mouth hanging open while Jaehyo fingers continue to scrape pieces of his scalp from his actual scalp. “Why is this happening? Jae-Ja... Hyung, why is this happening?”
“Stay quiet or else they’ll notice” Jaehyo says, trying to stay quiet himself. Or maybe trying to stop his fingers from shaking too much. To tell the truth he felt positively terrified, and he would’ve screamed had they been alone, but they weren’t.
“Just,” Jiho beings, as a tremble grows from the his hand and seizes his wrist, and there’s blood running down his forearms but it’s not his -
Jiho keens, legs failing and leaving him to fall unconscious, face-first into the wood ground of their dorm, limbs flailing all around and smacking against the floor, the coffee table, the pile of dirty laundry. Jaehyo scrambles to collect him before the noise can alert someone else, and as he crouches down next to Jiho he sees a piece of loose pinkish skin poking below Jiho’s slack jaw and he pulls, releasing the skin with a sickening squelching sound. Jaehyo stares at what looks like a scale as everything goes black, except for the sharp-white-pain stretching across his back, and there’s a fucking scale under jiho’s skin and how is that-
“Jiho? Jiho! Yah, Jiho, we’re going to be late!” Jaehyo says, annoyed. He usually lets the younger boys do whatever they like, but this time Jiho is late and Jiho is never late. “Yah, what are you doing on the floor? Get up!” he kicks at Jiho, trips on air and there’s a tingle running up his right leg as he tries to straighten himself-
“Jiho” Jaehyo says, as the younger boy crouches on the bathroom floor, back to him, shirt wet with blood and hair matted with dirt.
“What?” Comes Jiho voice, and suddenly Jaehyo is close, feet moving without thought, hand reaching and tangling on Jiho’s hair, forcing the younger to look back, to present a face made of veins and broken, yellow-ish skin. “What, hyung, what what what what what!” there’s a hand around his wrist and jaehyo goes back back back -
“Oh my god” Jaehyo says, as Jiho - no, the being, whatever it was, stares at him, pupils nonexistent and iris burning yellow
rip
stench of sweat
cold cold cold
Jaehyo wakes up. He shoots up, sitting, hands reaching for his comforter and trembling terribly, staring around the room, his room, to find Minhyuk’s bed empty, Jonghwan-hyung’s full of a snoring lump.
The living room is quiet as he makes his way across it, footsteps blending in with the street noises when he opens the door to the other room and turns the light on, causing a flurry of activity that involves Jihoon throwing his stuffed bee at him, Kyung slamming his pillow against his own face, Yukwon whining low in his throat, Taeil sitting up with a groan but all Jaehyo can see is the way Minhyuk and Jiho are cramped on the same bed, feet tangling together.
“Jiho,” Jaehyo says, because he can’t stand still, can’t sleep, can’t close his eyes without seeing it again, swallowing him, taking everything-
“Turn off the light” Minhyuk says, curling around Jiho.
“No” He says, stepping closer and reaching a hand for Jiho but stopping halfway because he can still feel the way the skin had squelched under his touch, could still feel the way fear had licked its way up his spine, “Jiho, look at me. Jiho!”
“What!” Jiho sits up, annoyed, dislodging a frowning Minhyuk, skin pale and a crease mark on his cheek. Eyes puffy and brown, lips puffier and red. “What, hyung, what in the fuck do you want?”
All breath leaves Jaehyo in one go and he’s left standing there for who knows how long, staring at Jiho until his vision blurs and he only realizes that he’s laughing as Kyung wraps a hand around his mouth and dries his tears with the other, gently, face filled with concern and mouth soft with words that try to console him but only leave a bad taste in the roof of his mouth.
only a dream, he tells himself, even as he can see Kyung’s eyes flash violet, green, black, blue, blood
Title: Locked Doors Tell No Secrets.
For: kikutan
Pairing: Jiho/Minhyuk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 366w
Summary: And unlocked doors tell everything.
Notes/Warnings:(mentions of) Cross-dressing
“Won’t you just look at this?” Hanhae leers, smile wide. His expression is so filled with sardonic mirth that Taeil actually takes a step back, while Pyo lets out a giggle and skips into the apartment with excitement, grabbing Hanhae’s iphone and staring at it with a shocked expression. Jiho shares a look with Yukwon before shrugging and shuffling in. There’s a moment of silence before Pyo lets out a whine that turns into booming laughter.
“What is it, what is it?” Kyung says, trying to take the phone from the younger boy.
“Ji- Jiho hyung!” Pyo says, strangled, and Minhyuk swiftly takes the phone from his hands, taking a quick look before paling and grabbing Jiho on the arm, hard.
“What?” Jiho looks at the other, and lets out a sound of surprise when the object is shoved on his face. The screen is filled with a picture of - - “Who took this picture?” He looks around, eyes wild, trying to escape from Minhyuk’s hold. “Han- Jung Hanhae, was-”
“Me?” Hanhae’s smiles actually widens, and one of his hands comes up to stroke his chin. “Did I? Hmmm.”
“Fuck you.” Minhyuk says, and glances at Jiho quickly before throwing the phone at the wall, hard, and giving a hum of satisfaction amongst everyone’s shocked silence when it smashed. “Come on, Jiho.” His grip on Jiho’s arm loosens a bit and he pulls the younger boy to his room.
“I.” Jiho says, locking the door, raising a hand and running it through his hair in lack of a better thing to do. “How did he even get to take that picture?”
Minhyuk sits on Jiho’s bed, pats his knee in invitation and leans back when Jiho straddles him. “We must’ve forgotten to lock the door.”
“But... Oh. We were drunk.” Jiho curses, tugs on his long locks, ignores the way Minhyuk’s hands move from his waist to cup his ass.
“I really like that skirt.”
“You do?” Jiho smirks, curling a hand against the back of Minhyuk’s neck and enjoying the way the other shivered as he pressed his ass at the fondling hand.
“Yeah” Minhyuk breathes, and meets Jiho’s lips in a open-mouthed kiss.
For: kikutan
Pairing: slight Jiho/Jaehyo, Jiho/Minhyuk, slight Kyung/Jaehyo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 813w
Summary: Jaehyo blinks and everything shifts.
“Fucking dreads” is all that Jaehyo can make of what was coming of Jiho’s mouth as the other boy finds him sitting on the living room’s floor, tongue sticking out of his mouth and legs twitching under a pile of dirty laundry while he scratches furiously at his head.
there’s a white flash, an itch between his shoulder blades, and jiho is not there anymore. jaehyo looks around, confused, mouth still open, and the living room is quiet, too quiet, even for two am is quiet, and the open window shows a pitch-black sky with no stars, clouds, sounds -
“This can’t be happening” Jiho says, mouth hanging open while Jaehyo fingers continue to scrape pieces of his scalp from his actual scalp. “Why is this happening? Jae-Ja... Hyung, why is this happening?”
“Stay quiet or else they’ll notice” Jaehyo says, trying to stay quiet himself. Or maybe trying to stop his fingers from shaking too much. To tell the truth he felt positively terrified, and he would’ve screamed had they been alone, but they weren’t.
“Just,” Jiho beings, as a tremble grows from the his hand and seizes his wrist, and there’s blood running down his forearms but it’s not his -
Jiho keens, legs failing and leaving him to fall unconscious, face-first into the wood ground of their dorm, limbs flailing all around and smacking against the floor, the coffee table, the pile of dirty laundry. Jaehyo scrambles to collect him before the noise can alert someone else, and as he crouches down next to Jiho he sees a piece of loose pinkish skin poking below Jiho’s slack jaw and he pulls, releasing the skin with a sickening squelching sound. Jaehyo stares at what looks like a scale as everything goes black, except for the sharp-white-pain stretching across his back, and there’s a fucking scale under jiho’s skin and how is that-
“Jiho? Jiho! Yah, Jiho, we’re going to be late!” Jaehyo says, annoyed. He usually lets the younger boys do whatever they like, but this time Jiho is late and Jiho is never late. “Yah, what are you doing on the floor? Get up!” he kicks at Jiho, trips on air and there’s a tingle running up his right leg as he tries to straighten himself-
“Jiho” Jaehyo says, as the younger boy crouches on the bathroom floor, back to him, shirt wet with blood and hair matted with dirt.
“What?” Comes Jiho voice, and suddenly Jaehyo is close, feet moving without thought, hand reaching and tangling on Jiho’s hair, forcing the younger to look back, to present a face made of veins and broken, yellow-ish skin. “What, hyung, what what what what what!” there’s a hand around his wrist and jaehyo goes back back back -
“Oh my god” Jaehyo says, as Jiho - no, the being, whatever it was, stares at him, pupils nonexistent and iris burning yellow
rip
stench of sweat
cold cold cold
Jaehyo wakes up. He shoots up, sitting, hands reaching for his comforter and trembling terribly, staring around the room, his room, to find Minhyuk’s bed empty, Jonghwan-hyung’s full of a snoring lump.
The living room is quiet as he makes his way across it, footsteps blending in with the street noises when he opens the door to the other room and turns the light on, causing a flurry of activity that involves Jihoon throwing his stuffed bee at him, Kyung slamming his pillow against his own face, Yukwon whining low in his throat, Taeil sitting up with a groan but all Jaehyo can see is the way Minhyuk and Jiho are cramped on the same bed, feet tangling together.
“Jiho,” Jaehyo says, because he can’t stand still, can’t sleep, can’t close his eyes without seeing it again, swallowing him, taking everything-
“Turn off the light” Minhyuk says, curling around Jiho.
“No” He says, stepping closer and reaching a hand for Jiho but stopping halfway because he can still feel the way the skin had squelched under his touch, could still feel the way fear had licked its way up his spine, “Jiho, look at me. Jiho!”
“What!” Jiho sits up, annoyed, dislodging a frowning Minhyuk, skin pale and a crease mark on his cheek. Eyes puffy and brown, lips puffier and red. “What, hyung, what in the fuck do you want?”
All breath leaves Jaehyo in one go and he’s left standing there for who knows how long, staring at Jiho until his vision blurs and he only realizes that he’s laughing as Kyung wraps a hand around his mouth and dries his tears with the other, gently, face filled with concern and mouth soft with words that try to console him but only leave a bad taste in the roof of his mouth.
only a dream, he tells himself, even as he can see Kyung’s eyes flash violet, green, black, blue, blood
Title: Locked Doors Tell No Secrets.
For: kikutan
Pairing: Jiho/Minhyuk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 366w
Summary: And unlocked doors tell everything.
Notes/Warnings:(mentions of) Cross-dressing
“Won’t you just look at this?” Hanhae leers, smile wide. His expression is so filled with sardonic mirth that Taeil actually takes a step back, while Pyo lets out a giggle and skips into the apartment with excitement, grabbing Hanhae’s iphone and staring at it with a shocked expression. Jiho shares a look with Yukwon before shrugging and shuffling in. There’s a moment of silence before Pyo lets out a whine that turns into booming laughter.
“What is it, what is it?” Kyung says, trying to take the phone from the younger boy.
“Ji- Jiho hyung!” Pyo says, strangled, and Minhyuk swiftly takes the phone from his hands, taking a quick look before paling and grabbing Jiho on the arm, hard.
“What?” Jiho looks at the other, and lets out a sound of surprise when the object is shoved on his face. The screen is filled with a picture of - - “Who took this picture?” He looks around, eyes wild, trying to escape from Minhyuk’s hold. “Han- Jung Hanhae, was-”
“Me?” Hanhae’s smiles actually widens, and one of his hands comes up to stroke his chin. “Did I? Hmmm.”
“Fuck you.” Minhyuk says, and glances at Jiho quickly before throwing the phone at the wall, hard, and giving a hum of satisfaction amongst everyone’s shocked silence when it smashed. “Come on, Jiho.” His grip on Jiho’s arm loosens a bit and he pulls the younger boy to his room.
“I.” Jiho says, locking the door, raising a hand and running it through his hair in lack of a better thing to do. “How did he even get to take that picture?”
Minhyuk sits on Jiho’s bed, pats his knee in invitation and leans back when Jiho straddles him. “We must’ve forgotten to lock the door.”
“But... Oh. We were drunk.” Jiho curses, tugs on his long locks, ignores the way Minhyuk’s hands move from his waist to cup his ass.
“I really like that skirt.”
“You do?” Jiho smirks, curling a hand against the back of Minhyuk’s neck and enjoying the way the other shivered as he pressed his ass at the fondling hand.
“Yeah” Minhyuk breathes, and meets Jiho’s lips in a open-mouthed kiss.