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Title: Five is an uncomfortable number.
Genre: angst
Rating: nc-17 (?)
Pairing: ot5
A/N: written for limerence_love for secret santa!
Changmin is alone like he should be. There’s no place that he fits. Odd man out. Fifth Wheel. Five is an uncomfortable number. Uneven and difficult to manoeuvre. Always an outsider. Left to feed off scraps. A drifting soul. Full of analogy, he believes in every word.
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It’s more than an orgy. It’s a celebration of bodies coming together. When the touch is gentle, tender, doesn’t he know how much we love him? Doesn’t he realize that as he has me bent--almost in half--over the edge of the bed, my lips around Yunho’s boyfriend’s cock, that we’re more than *allowing* him to join in? I’m sure the others would agree. But it’s almost like he’s punishing us. I’ve never felt my ass fucked so deep and hard as tonight.
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The shower is on. It sprays gentle, washing away tears and cleansing. A small blade ripped from Yuchun’s Shick Quattro is in his right hand. Little lattice marks in only slightly dripping red on the inside of his left knee.
Junsu is the first one inside. They all know how to pick the lock in case one of them has been in there too long. He only sits there with Changmin in silence. No snide remarks or lecture. Only patience.
Jaejung and Yuchun bust in. “Is this where the party’s at?” Mickey’s face goes from jovial to solemn immediately. “Wha--?”
A touch on the arm and Yuchun sinks into the floor between Junsu and Jaejung. Jae’s other hand runs over Changmin’s hair and grazes along his jaw line. The gesture makes Changmin feel a bit foolish that they are all in there doting on him and he grips the razor tightly, feeling the metal bite into the softened flesh of his palm.
Yunho leans over effortlessly, like he’s always been there, with a wad of toilet paper so Changmin can release the offending object. He lets it go with a sob that opens a barrier and his body shudders in large gulps of relief.
Junsu strokes a washcloth over Max’s hand and knee. Yuchun’s gentle fingertips slide down his back while Jaejung still pets his hair. He looks up into Yunho’s eyes, tears disguised with streams of water. There’s a questioning gaze with no words, like Yunho doesn’t see the problem. Or there is no problem. A flare of anger quickly extinguishes when Yunho speaks.
“There’s someone going to be left out sometimes.” He pauses, choosing his words carefully. “I hope you know that it’s not always going to be you.” He says it in a very non-condescending way and Changmin can almost believe him--except for a fleeting moment Yunho locks eyes with Yuchun. The love conveyed is brief but intense. It’s the exact thing Changmin wants for himself. He steels himself with a deep breath. It wont be one of them.
“You okay?” Jaejung asks softly.
“Yeah.” He lies and stands up. Junsu is ready with a towel to wrap around Changmin’s slim hips. “Thanks.” He’s sure they think he’s thanking them for being there and not just Junsu for the towel. It’s better if they think that, but his heart has hardened once more and he can only offer a weak smile “I’m going to go to bed.” It’s better they think he’s tired.
“I can lay with you.” Jaejung’s sweet voice dripping with concern is starting to turn his stomach. He just shakes his head, shrugs out of their embrace, and shuffles slowly to the empty bedroom.
The bed is cold and he lays there alone deep in his own thoughts. Wishing that sleep would overtake him.
Genre: angst
Rating: nc-17 (?)
Pairing: ot5
A/N: written for limerence_love for secret santa!
Changmin is alone like he should be. There’s no place that he fits. Odd man out. Fifth Wheel. Five is an uncomfortable number. Uneven and difficult to manoeuvre. Always an outsider. Left to feed off scraps. A drifting soul. Full of analogy, he believes in every word.
****************
It’s more than an orgy. It’s a celebration of bodies coming together. When the touch is gentle, tender, doesn’t he know how much we love him? Doesn’t he realize that as he has me bent--almost in half--over the edge of the bed, my lips around Yunho’s boyfriend’s cock, that we’re more than *allowing* him to join in? I’m sure the others would agree. But it’s almost like he’s punishing us. I’ve never felt my ass fucked so deep and hard as tonight.
****************
The shower is on. It sprays gentle, washing away tears and cleansing. A small blade ripped from Yuchun’s Shick Quattro is in his right hand. Little lattice marks in only slightly dripping red on the inside of his left knee.
Junsu is the first one inside. They all know how to pick the lock in case one of them has been in there too long. He only sits there with Changmin in silence. No snide remarks or lecture. Only patience.
Jaejung and Yuchun bust in. “Is this where the party’s at?” Mickey’s face goes from jovial to solemn immediately. “Wha--?”
A touch on the arm and Yuchun sinks into the floor between Junsu and Jaejung. Jae’s other hand runs over Changmin’s hair and grazes along his jaw line. The gesture makes Changmin feel a bit foolish that they are all in there doting on him and he grips the razor tightly, feeling the metal bite into the softened flesh of his palm.
Yunho leans over effortlessly, like he’s always been there, with a wad of toilet paper so Changmin can release the offending object. He lets it go with a sob that opens a barrier and his body shudders in large gulps of relief.
Junsu strokes a washcloth over Max’s hand and knee. Yuchun’s gentle fingertips slide down his back while Jaejung still pets his hair. He looks up into Yunho’s eyes, tears disguised with streams of water. There’s a questioning gaze with no words, like Yunho doesn’t see the problem. Or there is no problem. A flare of anger quickly extinguishes when Yunho speaks.
“There’s someone going to be left out sometimes.” He pauses, choosing his words carefully. “I hope you know that it’s not always going to be you.” He says it in a very non-condescending way and Changmin can almost believe him--except for a fleeting moment Yunho locks eyes with Yuchun. The love conveyed is brief but intense. It’s the exact thing Changmin wants for himself. He steels himself with a deep breath. It wont be one of them.
“You okay?” Jaejung asks softly.
“Yeah.” He lies and stands up. Junsu is ready with a towel to wrap around Changmin’s slim hips. “Thanks.” He’s sure they think he’s thanking them for being there and not just Junsu for the towel. It’s better if they think that, but his heart has hardened once more and he can only offer a weak smile “I’m going to go to bed.” It’s better they think he’s tired.
“I can lay with you.” Jaejung’s sweet voice dripping with concern is starting to turn his stomach. He just shakes his head, shrugs out of their embrace, and shuffles slowly to the empty bedroom.
The bed is cold and he lays there alone deep in his own thoughts. Wishing that sleep would overtake him.