【table, chaptered 5/10】 into two separate hands
FANDOM tvxq, au
PROMPT forget
PAIRING jaemin, homin bffery
WORDS 523
RATING pg13
A/N table #5 'hypermania' and prompts from 10pastryhearts.
deal. 'he's not a bad guy,' yunho puts three cards down on the carpet of changmin's room. changmin ignores him, ace-ten. he's running on the cheap adrenaline of a straight flush (hearts), two pair (2-8-8-9-9), and a few high cards (aces). yunho shuffles. he's a fiery frost of auburn again his wooden walls, all long fingers and expressive lips. a country boy with a city heart. his eyes have permanent smile lines. changmin pretends to not notice. his mother cooks dinner in the kitchen, pans clinking through the thin walls. the clock keeps her company and yunho agreed to stay.
'let's play 21. i'll bet you.'
'i'm not doing it.' his teeth catch on his bottom lip, changmin tastes salt and knowledge. yunho just smiles like he's got a contract and destroys the river on the floor, 'yeah, you will. i win, you talk. you've got a terrible attitude.' yunho half laughs. and i know why.
they pass glances like hasty college ruled cheats, all the answers are written here, scratched in no. 2. neither have the time when asked. jaejoong laughs when changmin's around, changmin becomes an expert at selective hearing.
changmin has never needed to cheat to win. he bubbles in his tests with graphite, right right right, because left isn't right. jaejoong never cheats because his smile is genuine, because right is right. he smokes on the roof of the school with girls, rots his lungs, wishes on clouds. like he cares.
changmin looks up. jaejoong's hair is blond against the sky and changmin feels guilty. he's sneaking glances at things he shouldn't. so sneaky.
(like cheating.) shutter release.
'i've been playing shitty all night, come on.'
the tense in changmin's arms loosens; he breathes. fifteen minutes in a staredown, easy one-deck hands-
yunho hits him. he stands.
time for you to surrender.
yunho's hand is ace-king.
'no way.'
he's handed his jacket and the fight he wanted to give, 'hey, i didn't say who you had to talk to.'
changmin's shoulders heave, fingers to the second knuckle in his pockets. his lips are against the wall of his teeth, crumbling. changmin sighs and rings the doorbell. jaejoong answers with a wet patch on his shirt, his hair parted at an odd angle. soap bubbles shine on his wrists. he doesn't say anything.
fuck my life. 'hi,' changmin says.
i'm not surrending, just so you know. his eyes are dark. jaejoong smiles and changmin wonders how he knew. how he knew before sixteen what jaejoong would look like just before seventeen. a doorway snapshot, delicate, shaken, framed, pinned to the wall-
he read later that you're not supposed to shake polaroids. the film warped. (but he kept it.)
'okay.' jaejoong swings a towel over his shoulder and steps aside. changmin sniffs loudly, stares at him, and follows. his house smells like warm bubblebath and cold tea. somewhere, a microwave beeps. jaejoong tugs his white tank down on his hips.
'jae,' his sister whispers from between the shutting door, 'jae, he's so tall.'
'like a sunflower, right?' do you remember? jaejoong's got an uneasy laugh that pounds on his heart like sunlight, so unforgiving, and he thinks he still might-
(changmin hates when yunho's the dealer.
.ɹǝ1ɐǝp ǝɥʇ s,oɥunʎ uǝɥʍ sǝʇɐɥ uıɯbuɐɥɔ)
PROMPT forget
PAIRING jaemin, homin bffery
WORDS 523
RATING pg13
A/N table #5 'hypermania' and prompts from 10pastryhearts.
deal. 'he's not a bad guy,' yunho puts three cards down on the carpet of changmin's room. changmin ignores him, ace-ten. he's running on the cheap adrenaline of a straight flush (hearts), two pair (2-8-8-9-9), and a few high cards (aces). yunho shuffles. he's a fiery frost of auburn again his wooden walls, all long fingers and expressive lips. a country boy with a city heart. his eyes have permanent smile lines. changmin pretends to not notice. his mother cooks dinner in the kitchen, pans clinking through the thin walls. the clock keeps her company and yunho agreed to stay.
'let's play 21. i'll bet you.'
'i'm not doing it.' his teeth catch on his bottom lip, changmin tastes salt and knowledge. yunho just smiles like he's got a contract and destroys the river on the floor, 'yeah, you will. i win, you talk. you've got a terrible attitude.' yunho half laughs. and i know why.
they pass glances like hasty college ruled cheats, all the answers are written here, scratched in no. 2. neither have the time when asked. jaejoong laughs when changmin's around, changmin becomes an expert at selective hearing.
changmin has never needed to cheat to win. he bubbles in his tests with graphite, right right right, because left isn't right. jaejoong never cheats because his smile is genuine, because right is right. he smokes on the roof of the school with girls, rots his lungs, wishes on clouds. like he cares.
changmin looks up. jaejoong's hair is blond against the sky and changmin feels guilty. he's sneaking glances at things he shouldn't. so sneaky.
(like cheating.) shutter release.
'i've been playing shitty all night, come on.'
the tense in changmin's arms loosens; he breathes. fifteen minutes in a staredown, easy one-deck hands-
yunho hits him. he stands.
time for you to surrender.
yunho's hand is ace-king.
'no way.'
he's handed his jacket and the fight he wanted to give, 'hey, i didn't say who you had to talk to.'
changmin's shoulders heave, fingers to the second knuckle in his pockets. his lips are against the wall of his teeth, crumbling. changmin sighs and rings the doorbell. jaejoong answers with a wet patch on his shirt, his hair parted at an odd angle. soap bubbles shine on his wrists. he doesn't say anything.
fuck my life. 'hi,' changmin says.
i'm not surrending, just so you know. his eyes are dark. jaejoong smiles and changmin wonders how he knew. how he knew before sixteen what jaejoong would look like just before seventeen. a doorway snapshot, delicate, shaken, framed, pinned to the wall-
he read later that you're not supposed to shake polaroids. the film warped. (but he kept it.)
'okay.' jaejoong swings a towel over his shoulder and steps aside. changmin sniffs loudly, stares at him, and follows. his house smells like warm bubblebath and cold tea. somewhere, a microwave beeps. jaejoong tugs his white tank down on his hips.
'jae,' his sister whispers from between the shutting door, 'jae, he's so tall.'
'like a sunflower, right?' do you remember? jaejoong's got an uneasy laugh that pounds on his heart like sunlight, so unforgiving, and he thinks he still might-
(changmin hates when yunho's the dealer.
.ɹǝ1ɐǝp ǝɥʇ s,oɥunʎ uǝɥʍ sǝʇɐɥ uıɯbuɐɥɔ)