Wildflowers [1]
Title: Wildflowers
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [1/?]
Genre: Romance, angst, slight smut
Rating: NC-17(ish)
Warnings: Some smuttiness, some language (mostly Junsu), umm...does implied abuse count as a warning? o.o
Summary: Changmin sits back and watches love bloom. It grows wild and unwanted.
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One
The first time it happened, Changmin knew. Before his palm touched the doorknob. He knew.
He should've walked away. Ran away.
He should've requested a new roommate long ago.
"Wanna room with me again next year, Min?"
"Well, I--"
"Of course you do. You love me too much."
"Okay."
"Promise I'll be cleaner."
"Okay."
"You know I'm lying, right?"
"Yeah."
Watching hot shadows writhe under the moonlight bleeding through the single window. Listening. The sound of heavy, forced breath, skin slapping skin.
If Changmin had vomited, he would have had to stay longer and clean up his own puke.
Ignoring the blood pounding through his ears and below the belt, he steps back, quiet as possible, careful not to drop his textbooks and pens on the floor, and closes the door shut.
He swallows loud enough to drown the "Faster, Yoochun. Fuck," coming from the crack under the door and turns to the door behind him. Should he knock or just walk in? It's late. They're probably sleeping. Junsu'll be pissed.
He gives the doorknob a try, only mildly surprised to find it unlocked and quickly steps into the darkness, illuminated by the glow of a laptop screen on the other side of the room.
"Changmin, is that you?"
Changmin keeps his words buried in his belly til he can throw them up later and quickly tosses himself on the first empty bed he sees, dropping his textbooks in the middle of the floor. He burrows his head in a pillow that doesn't smell like soap and cigarettes, willing himself to sleep.
"What the-- That's my bed. What the hell?" Junsu seems torn between whatever is on his laptop screen and beating Changmin in the head with a rock.
"Junsu? What's going on?" A deep, groggy voice comes from the bed on the opposite side of the room and the sheets rustle.
"I don't fucking know," Junsu hisses. He punches keys on his keyboard like it's his brother's face and he stole his candy bar. "You deal with it, Yunho. I've got a paper due in less than eight hours."
"Who's fault is it for waiting til the last minute?"
"Shut up or I'll cut off your balls in your sleep and sell them to the science department for tuition money."
After Yunho chuckles lightly, Changmin almost tricks himself into thinking Junsu's gone back to his paper and the other has drifted back to sleep, leaving him to swim in the muddle of his own thoughts, stuck and sticky, til the bile in his stomach gives way to a torrent of breakfast, lunch and dinner and a sick craving for dessert.
And then beneath the clack, clack of Junsu's laptop, he hears bed sheets whisper and the sound of bare feet padding the short distance between beds. Changmin bites the pillow case that doesn't taste like sweat.
"Changmin, talk to me." Yunho's hand makes it's way up and down Changmin's shoulder, warm and soothing. He says nothing.
"Changmin," Yunho urges gently. He moves in closer to the other's ear but Changmin only buries his head deeper into the pillow. Yunho sighs.
It's silent for a while. Save for the clack, clack and the barely inaudible brushing sound of Yunho's hand against Changmin's sleeve.
The clack, clack stops and and it's Junsu who sighs.
"Changmin," His eyes don't leave the screen. His voice is like Yunho's hand. But firm. "Tell us what's up or I'm evicting you from my bed for life."
There is a pause before Changmin rolls over, facing the wall, curling up into a loose ball. "In the morning."
"We'll be rushing to make it to class in the morning." Yunho reminds him.
Changmin squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again, staring. "I know."
He doesn't have to see it to know the others briefly exchange looks before Yunho heads back to his side of the room and Junsu resumes his clack, clacking.
"Little bastard." Junsu mutters lovingly.
"When you're done, you're sleeping in my bed, Su." Yunho yawns and re-wraps himself up in sheets.
"I don't wanna."
"Leave Changmin alone. He needs space."
"Fine. But if I wake up on the floor again, I really am going to sell your balls."
"'Night, Su."
"'Night, bastard."
Changmin waits until he can hear Yunho's breathing slip from heavy to deep to gently snoring and Junsu's frustration escalates into muttering violent curses at the essay on the screen til he reaches some level of agitated satisfaction and snuggles in with Yunho hours later.
The sun kisses the horizon and Changmin pretends he dreamed of the wall in front of him. One of the longest dreams he's ever had. A desolate dream where only Yunho's snores and the sound of his own heartbeat churn through his head and the only story, fear or delusion is the wall, cool, flat and off-white.
One long, damn nightmare.
Two
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Hi! *waves*
It's been a while, huh? o.o I guess I took an unexpected hiatus. Sorry, yo! But don't worry, I'm still writing a lot. I just haven't posted anything. School's getting in the way. You know~ Heh heh. ^^;;
I'm working on the pdf for Hookups and Emoticons! And the surprise! Please anticipate!
Also, there's a contest in dbkrackweens . Check it out!
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [1/?]
Genre: Romance, angst, slight smut
Rating: NC-17(ish)
Warnings: Some smuttiness, some language (mostly Junsu), umm...does implied abuse count as a warning? o.o
Summary: Changmin sits back and watches love bloom. It grows wild and unwanted.
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One
The first time it happened, Changmin knew. Before his palm touched the doorknob. He knew.
He should've walked away. Ran away.
He should've requested a new roommate long ago.
"Wanna room with me again next year, Min?"
"Well, I--"
"Of course you do. You love me too much."
"Okay."
"Promise I'll be cleaner."
"Okay."
"You know I'm lying, right?"
"Yeah."
Watching hot shadows writhe under the moonlight bleeding through the single window. Listening. The sound of heavy, forced breath, skin slapping skin.
If Changmin had vomited, he would have had to stay longer and clean up his own puke.
Ignoring the blood pounding through his ears and below the belt, he steps back, quiet as possible, careful not to drop his textbooks and pens on the floor, and closes the door shut.
He swallows loud enough to drown the "Faster, Yoochun. Fuck," coming from the crack under the door and turns to the door behind him. Should he knock or just walk in? It's late. They're probably sleeping. Junsu'll be pissed.
He gives the doorknob a try, only mildly surprised to find it unlocked and quickly steps into the darkness, illuminated by the glow of a laptop screen on the other side of the room.
"Changmin, is that you?"
Changmin keeps his words buried in his belly til he can throw them up later and quickly tosses himself on the first empty bed he sees, dropping his textbooks in the middle of the floor. He burrows his head in a pillow that doesn't smell like soap and cigarettes, willing himself to sleep.
"What the-- That's my bed. What the hell?" Junsu seems torn between whatever is on his laptop screen and beating Changmin in the head with a rock.
"Junsu? What's going on?" A deep, groggy voice comes from the bed on the opposite side of the room and the sheets rustle.
"I don't fucking know," Junsu hisses. He punches keys on his keyboard like it's his brother's face and he stole his candy bar. "You deal with it, Yunho. I've got a paper due in less than eight hours."
"Who's fault is it for waiting til the last minute?"
"Shut up or I'll cut off your balls in your sleep and sell them to the science department for tuition money."
After Yunho chuckles lightly, Changmin almost tricks himself into thinking Junsu's gone back to his paper and the other has drifted back to sleep, leaving him to swim in the muddle of his own thoughts, stuck and sticky, til the bile in his stomach gives way to a torrent of breakfast, lunch and dinner and a sick craving for dessert.
And then beneath the clack, clack of Junsu's laptop, he hears bed sheets whisper and the sound of bare feet padding the short distance between beds. Changmin bites the pillow case that doesn't taste like sweat.
"Changmin, talk to me." Yunho's hand makes it's way up and down Changmin's shoulder, warm and soothing. He says nothing.
"Changmin," Yunho urges gently. He moves in closer to the other's ear but Changmin only buries his head deeper into the pillow. Yunho sighs.
It's silent for a while. Save for the clack, clack and the barely inaudible brushing sound of Yunho's hand against Changmin's sleeve.
The clack, clack stops and and it's Junsu who sighs.
"Changmin," His eyes don't leave the screen. His voice is like Yunho's hand. But firm. "Tell us what's up or I'm evicting you from my bed for life."
There is a pause before Changmin rolls over, facing the wall, curling up into a loose ball. "In the morning."
"We'll be rushing to make it to class in the morning." Yunho reminds him.
Changmin squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again, staring. "I know."
He doesn't have to see it to know the others briefly exchange looks before Yunho heads back to his side of the room and Junsu resumes his clack, clacking.
"Little bastard." Junsu mutters lovingly.
"When you're done, you're sleeping in my bed, Su." Yunho yawns and re-wraps himself up in sheets.
"I don't wanna."
"Leave Changmin alone. He needs space."
"Fine. But if I wake up on the floor again, I really am going to sell your balls."
"'Night, Su."
"'Night, bastard."
Changmin waits until he can hear Yunho's breathing slip from heavy to deep to gently snoring and Junsu's frustration escalates into muttering violent curses at the essay on the screen til he reaches some level of agitated satisfaction and snuggles in with Yunho hours later.
The sun kisses the horizon and Changmin pretends he dreamed of the wall in front of him. One of the longest dreams he's ever had. A desolate dream where only Yunho's snores and the sound of his own heartbeat churn through his head and the only story, fear or delusion is the wall, cool, flat and off-white.
One long, damn nightmare.
Two
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Hi! *waves*
It's been a while, huh? o.o I guess I took an unexpected hiatus. Sorry, yo! But don't worry, I'm still writing a lot. I just haven't posted anything. School's getting in the way. You know~ Heh heh. ^^;;
I'm working on the pdf for Hookups and Emoticons! And the surprise! Please anticipate!
Also, there's a contest in dbkrackweens . Check it out!
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