Wildflowers [3]
Title: Wildflowers
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [3/?]
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.
Previous Chapters
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Three
"So if you look at it from a conceptual point of view, it's really not that hard."
Junsu stares. "But the test will be all math."
Changmin nods. "Yes."
Junsu drops his pencil in resignation and leans back in his chair. "Then I give up."
"You can't give up."
"Yes, I can."
"Then you might as well drop out of college because this class is required."
"Dammit." Junsu flicks his pencil across the paper-strewn table, over a field of open textbooks and onto the floor like it had wronged him in some way. "Why can't I just major in music and teach twelve-year-olds how to play violin?"
"You don't know how to play violin."
"I could learn it faster than I could figure this shit out by next Thursday." Junsu grumbles. "I'm up to my neck in hard ass science shit. Why did I put myself in this situation?"
Changmin shrugs. "You're unfortunate?"
"Hell yeah, I am." Junsu nods approvingly.
"Why don't you just switch majors?"
Junsu runs a hand through his hair. It falls back over one eye. "I have my reasons. Are you saying I can't handle this?"
"Clearly."
"You're gonna regret saying that, you little ass."
Changmin smirks. "But I'm the smartass."
"And what? I'm the dumbass?"
Changmin just laughs. Junsu tries to kick him under the table and misses.
"Not everyone can skip senior year in high school all together and jump right into college." Junsu grins maliciously.
"I know." Changmin says smugly.
"You know everything, don't you, punk?"
"Yep. But I'll never know as many insults as you."
"Why, thank you. Bet you don't know what prom feels like, either." Junsu eyes him inquisitively, playfully.
Changmin shakes his head. "But my high school friends said it was stupid."
Junsu scratches his chin for a moment, then nods. "And overrated. And overpriced."
Changmin nods, grinning.
"Bet you left too fast to have a high school sweetheart, too."
Changmin laughs.
"See that's why I was an average student in high school." Junsu nods at his own logic. "No point in pushing yourself forward if you're gonna miss smelling all the roses and shit. You gotta slow down and experience life. I bet you've never even been in love."
Changmin's face loses it's light. He flickers, blinks, then dims til Junsu is the only one left grinning at his own joke. The air in the tiny study room stills until it becomes difficult to move freely and Changmin traps himself within his own silence. Stifled by the unnamed lump in his throat that keeps him up at night. It's Junsu that clears his throat.
"You okay, Min?" Junsu shifts awkwardly in his seat. "Did I say something or...?"
Changmin blinks. Then forces a dry and brittle laugh. "It's nothing. Really."
Junsu squints. "You're a big ass liar, you know that?"
He knows very well.
Junsu is nowhere near satisfied. "Come on. Tell me what's--"
"There you are."
The lump in Changmin's throat swells.
Jaejoong steps into the study room, dripping wet with a towel wrapped noncommittally around his hips and suds still sliding down his chest and legs. He smells like lemongrass and eucalyptus.
"What the hell, Jaejoong." Junsu says irritably. "You can't walk around like that."
Jaejoong looks at Changmin innocently as if he were the one that had spoken. "I looked for you in Yunho and Junsu's room but no one was there." He speaks slowly as if he had all the time in the world to stand around cold, wet and exposed. "Then I tried the kitchen and then the study room and," he leans over the table, dripping on several textbooks and smiling down at Changmin. "here you are."
Changmin clears his throat. "Here I am."
Junsu's eyes dart between the two of them. "So what the fuck did you go traipsing all over the dorm half naked for?"
Jaejoong blinks and stares off as if to think. Something's wrong but Changmin says nothing. Jaejoong continues airily, "Where do you keep your conditioner?"
Junsu smacks his forehead. "Are you serious?"
Changmin's mouth flounders open and his throat is dry but Jaejoong's abs are wet. Look at his face. "Why do you need my conditioner?"
With a slow smile and an alluring tilt of his head, Jaejoong draws Changmin in with his eyes and traps him there. "I want to smell like you."
Junsu is quiet while Changmin tells himself not to think too much. Or at all. "In my closet on the top shelf."
If Jaejoong heard anything Changmin said, he doesn't act like it. He stands there making puddles and smiling down at the younger softly, almost tender but Changmin has a feeling he's thinking a million other thoughts.
"Jaejoong?"
"Yes, Changmin?" Jaejoong nearly whispers.
Eyes on his face. "Is that all?"
Jaejoong seems to ponder this for a moment. Junsu is visibly losing his patience.
The eldest runs his hand along Changmin's shoulders, leaving behind wet streaks. He bends down closer to Changmin's ear. His hair drips on Changmin's shoulder. "No, that's not all."
Changmin swallows. "Okay."
Jaejoong licks his lips, eyes unfocused. "I need you."
Changmin nods. Against his better judgement, his eyes dart southward, admiring the dark trail of coarse hair leading down below his towel. Under the table, he clenches shaking hands into fists.
"To open the door." Jaejoong chuckles in spite of himself. "I locked myself out."
Changmin deflates. "O-oh. Okay."
Junsu glowers, arms crossed. "Idiot."
Changmin shoots him a warning look as he stands and leads a scantily clad Jaejoong down the hallway toward their shared room. He can feel the other's eyes boring into his back every step of the way.
"You study too much." Jaejoong comments offhandedly as the two near the door.
"So I've been told." Changmin mumbles, scratching the back of neck, fingers brushing across wet streaks.
"You should relax more often." Jaejoong purrs and Changmin realizes he's walking much closer behind him now. "Spend more time with me."
Changmin laughs awkwardly, hand reaching inside his back pocket for his keys. He'd like that ever so much. "I live with you. Isn't that enough--" He's more than a little surprised when he grabs the doorknob and the door opens easily. He looks back at Jaejoong questioningly.
The other avoids his stare. He shrugs. "My mistake."
He glides past Changmin, eucalyptus, suds and all. He opens Changmin's closet door and reaches up, standing on his toes. The muscles in his back are a sinful work of art. When Jaejoong finally finds the bottle of conditioner, Changmin finds himself more relieved than when he'd realized he'd gotten the easier of two biogenetics professors. He quickly inches toward the door.
Jaejoong pops the bottle open and takes a whiff, eyes fluttering shut. "Mmm, sandalwood."
Changmin's fingers search frantically for the doorknob behind him. "Make sure you leave the door unlocked."
He thinks he's home free. That maybe Jaejoong isn't acting so strangely after all.
"Changmin?"
Changmin is halfway out in the hallway by the time he turns around. Jaejoong peers over his shoulder and looks him dead in the eye, one hand holding a white bottle, the other traveling slowly down his glistening abdomen.
Jaejoong bites his lip. "Oops."
Changmin can only remember what happens next in still-framed images that crinkle at the edges. Jaejoong's fingers feel the cloth tied loosely around his hips. He unties it. And lets it fall. Changmin slams the door in his own face and studies with Junsu til he falls asleep on top of his notes late that night.
He wakes up to find Junsu has already gathered his things and gone to bed in his own room. Changmin can't for the life of him figure out why he didn't feel the need to wake Changmin up.
He gathers his materials and heads back to his room, thinking static noise and blurring his short term memory away. It's ineffective and he opens the door carefully, hoping, praying that his roommate is asleep.
No such luck.
"Hey, Changmin." Jaejoong smiles up at him and now he almost seems normal, fully clothed, as if nothing had happened.
"U-um," Changmin stammers, keeping his distance.
Jaejoong chuckles. "I'm going out tonight. I won't be back til tomorrow afternoon, okay?"
"Don't you have classes tomorrow morning?"
Jaejoong just laughs lightly. "Don't worry about me, okay, Min?"
Changmin flinches when Jaejoong plants a kiss on his cheek and walks away, leaving the younger dangerously alone with his thoughts.
It takes about as long as expected for Changmin to fall asleep. After about an hour and a half of sleep, he wakes up before his alarm clock goes off. He unwinds himself from tossed-turned sheets and plants his feet on the floor. He finds it strange to discover a body curled up in the twin bed across the room.
Changmin curiously pads to the side of Jaejoong's bed and peers down at the other. He's still dressed in what he'd left in the night before and smells like stale cigarettes.
"Jaejoong?" Changmin pokes the other in his ribs to see if he's alive.
Jaejoong's eyes pop wide open. He flinches violently and curls in on himself, hand clutching where Changmin had touched him, trembling in what the youngest can only imagine to be near blinding pain.
Changmin collapses at the side of the bed, panic growing in his chest and voice. "Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"
Jaejoong shakes his head, eyes screwed shut but Changmin knows he has to do something. Fetch some hot water. Ice water. Noodle soup. Tylenol. Anything.
Changmin rises to his feet, ready to dig through his first aid kit that his mom insisted he bring with him to college but he never thought he'd actually need. But Jaejoong grabs his hand, clutching next to his chest tightly, desperately.
Changmin spends the rest of the morning kneeling on fatigued knees beside Jaejoong's bed wishing the hand squeezed between Jaejoong's could work miracles and brush the hair out of his hollow eyes. Or simply reach in and touch the heart that beat behind Jaejoong's quivering chest.
Four
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Sorry it took so long to update. *sad face* But I'm thinking I'll be more active in the fandom during the summer when I only have a couple of classes and hours upon hours to waste. 8D Woot!
*shameless advertising* Go to dbkrackweens for a smut fic contest! ♥ Deadline is at the end of March, yo.
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [3/?]
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.
Previous Chapters
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Three
"So if you look at it from a conceptual point of view, it's really not that hard."
Junsu stares. "But the test will be all math."
Changmin nods. "Yes."
Junsu drops his pencil in resignation and leans back in his chair. "Then I give up."
"You can't give up."
"Yes, I can."
"Then you might as well drop out of college because this class is required."
"Dammit." Junsu flicks his pencil across the paper-strewn table, over a field of open textbooks and onto the floor like it had wronged him in some way. "Why can't I just major in music and teach twelve-year-olds how to play violin?"
"You don't know how to play violin."
"I could learn it faster than I could figure this shit out by next Thursday." Junsu grumbles. "I'm up to my neck in hard ass science shit. Why did I put myself in this situation?"
Changmin shrugs. "You're unfortunate?"
"Hell yeah, I am." Junsu nods approvingly.
"Why don't you just switch majors?"
Junsu runs a hand through his hair. It falls back over one eye. "I have my reasons. Are you saying I can't handle this?"
"Clearly."
"You're gonna regret saying that, you little ass."
Changmin smirks. "But I'm the smartass."
"And what? I'm the dumbass?"
Changmin just laughs. Junsu tries to kick him under the table and misses.
"Not everyone can skip senior year in high school all together and jump right into college." Junsu grins maliciously.
"I know." Changmin says smugly.
"You know everything, don't you, punk?"
"Yep. But I'll never know as many insults as you."
"Why, thank you. Bet you don't know what prom feels like, either." Junsu eyes him inquisitively, playfully.
Changmin shakes his head. "But my high school friends said it was stupid."
Junsu scratches his chin for a moment, then nods. "And overrated. And overpriced."
Changmin nods, grinning.
"Bet you left too fast to have a high school sweetheart, too."
Changmin laughs.
"See that's why I was an average student in high school." Junsu nods at his own logic. "No point in pushing yourself forward if you're gonna miss smelling all the roses and shit. You gotta slow down and experience life. I bet you've never even been in love."
Changmin's face loses it's light. He flickers, blinks, then dims til Junsu is the only one left grinning at his own joke. The air in the tiny study room stills until it becomes difficult to move freely and Changmin traps himself within his own silence. Stifled by the unnamed lump in his throat that keeps him up at night. It's Junsu that clears his throat.
"You okay, Min?" Junsu shifts awkwardly in his seat. "Did I say something or...?"
Changmin blinks. Then forces a dry and brittle laugh. "It's nothing. Really."
Junsu squints. "You're a big ass liar, you know that?"
He knows very well.
Junsu is nowhere near satisfied. "Come on. Tell me what's--"
"There you are."
The lump in Changmin's throat swells.
Jaejoong steps into the study room, dripping wet with a towel wrapped noncommittally around his hips and suds still sliding down his chest and legs. He smells like lemongrass and eucalyptus.
"What the hell, Jaejoong." Junsu says irritably. "You can't walk around like that."
Jaejoong looks at Changmin innocently as if he were the one that had spoken. "I looked for you in Yunho and Junsu's room but no one was there." He speaks slowly as if he had all the time in the world to stand around cold, wet and exposed. "Then I tried the kitchen and then the study room and," he leans over the table, dripping on several textbooks and smiling down at Changmin. "here you are."
Changmin clears his throat. "Here I am."
Junsu's eyes dart between the two of them. "So what the fuck did you go traipsing all over the dorm half naked for?"
Jaejoong blinks and stares off as if to think. Something's wrong but Changmin says nothing. Jaejoong continues airily, "Where do you keep your conditioner?"
Junsu smacks his forehead. "Are you serious?"
Changmin's mouth flounders open and his throat is dry but Jaejoong's abs are wet. Look at his face. "Why do you need my conditioner?"
With a slow smile and an alluring tilt of his head, Jaejoong draws Changmin in with his eyes and traps him there. "I want to smell like you."
Junsu is quiet while Changmin tells himself not to think too much. Or at all. "In my closet on the top shelf."
If Jaejoong heard anything Changmin said, he doesn't act like it. He stands there making puddles and smiling down at the younger softly, almost tender but Changmin has a feeling he's thinking a million other thoughts.
"Jaejoong?"
"Yes, Changmin?" Jaejoong nearly whispers.
Eyes on his face. "Is that all?"
Jaejoong seems to ponder this for a moment. Junsu is visibly losing his patience.
The eldest runs his hand along Changmin's shoulders, leaving behind wet streaks. He bends down closer to Changmin's ear. His hair drips on Changmin's shoulder. "No, that's not all."
Changmin swallows. "Okay."
Jaejoong licks his lips, eyes unfocused. "I need you."
Changmin nods. Against his better judgement, his eyes dart southward, admiring the dark trail of coarse hair leading down below his towel. Under the table, he clenches shaking hands into fists.
"To open the door." Jaejoong chuckles in spite of himself. "I locked myself out."
Changmin deflates. "O-oh. Okay."
Junsu glowers, arms crossed. "Idiot."
Changmin shoots him a warning look as he stands and leads a scantily clad Jaejoong down the hallway toward their shared room. He can feel the other's eyes boring into his back every step of the way.
"You study too much." Jaejoong comments offhandedly as the two near the door.
"So I've been told." Changmin mumbles, scratching the back of neck, fingers brushing across wet streaks.
"You should relax more often." Jaejoong purrs and Changmin realizes he's walking much closer behind him now. "Spend more time with me."
Changmin laughs awkwardly, hand reaching inside his back pocket for his keys. He'd like that ever so much. "I live with you. Isn't that enough--" He's more than a little surprised when he grabs the doorknob and the door opens easily. He looks back at Jaejoong questioningly.
The other avoids his stare. He shrugs. "My mistake."
He glides past Changmin, eucalyptus, suds and all. He opens Changmin's closet door and reaches up, standing on his toes. The muscles in his back are a sinful work of art. When Jaejoong finally finds the bottle of conditioner, Changmin finds himself more relieved than when he'd realized he'd gotten the easier of two biogenetics professors. He quickly inches toward the door.
Jaejoong pops the bottle open and takes a whiff, eyes fluttering shut. "Mmm, sandalwood."
Changmin's fingers search frantically for the doorknob behind him. "Make sure you leave the door unlocked."
He thinks he's home free. That maybe Jaejoong isn't acting so strangely after all.
"Changmin?"
Changmin is halfway out in the hallway by the time he turns around. Jaejoong peers over his shoulder and looks him dead in the eye, one hand holding a white bottle, the other traveling slowly down his glistening abdomen.
Jaejoong bites his lip. "Oops."
Changmin can only remember what happens next in still-framed images that crinkle at the edges. Jaejoong's fingers feel the cloth tied loosely around his hips. He unties it. And lets it fall. Changmin slams the door in his own face and studies with Junsu til he falls asleep on top of his notes late that night.
He wakes up to find Junsu has already gathered his things and gone to bed in his own room. Changmin can't for the life of him figure out why he didn't feel the need to wake Changmin up.
He gathers his materials and heads back to his room, thinking static noise and blurring his short term memory away. It's ineffective and he opens the door carefully, hoping, praying that his roommate is asleep.
No such luck.
"Hey, Changmin." Jaejoong smiles up at him and now he almost seems normal, fully clothed, as if nothing had happened.
"U-um," Changmin stammers, keeping his distance.
Jaejoong chuckles. "I'm going out tonight. I won't be back til tomorrow afternoon, okay?"
"Don't you have classes tomorrow morning?"
Jaejoong just laughs lightly. "Don't worry about me, okay, Min?"
Changmin flinches when Jaejoong plants a kiss on his cheek and walks away, leaving the younger dangerously alone with his thoughts.
It takes about as long as expected for Changmin to fall asleep. After about an hour and a half of sleep, he wakes up before his alarm clock goes off. He unwinds himself from tossed-turned sheets and plants his feet on the floor. He finds it strange to discover a body curled up in the twin bed across the room.
Changmin curiously pads to the side of Jaejoong's bed and peers down at the other. He's still dressed in what he'd left in the night before and smells like stale cigarettes.
"Jaejoong?" Changmin pokes the other in his ribs to see if he's alive.
Jaejoong's eyes pop wide open. He flinches violently and curls in on himself, hand clutching where Changmin had touched him, trembling in what the youngest can only imagine to be near blinding pain.
Changmin collapses at the side of the bed, panic growing in his chest and voice. "Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"
Jaejoong shakes his head, eyes screwed shut but Changmin knows he has to do something. Fetch some hot water. Ice water. Noodle soup. Tylenol. Anything.
Changmin rises to his feet, ready to dig through his first aid kit that his mom insisted he bring with him to college but he never thought he'd actually need. But Jaejoong grabs his hand, clutching next to his chest tightly, desperately.
Changmin spends the rest of the morning kneeling on fatigued knees beside Jaejoong's bed wishing the hand squeezed between Jaejoong's could work miracles and brush the hair out of his hollow eyes. Or simply reach in and touch the heart that beat behind Jaejoong's quivering chest.
Four
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Sorry it took so long to update. *sad face* But I'm thinking I'll be more active in the fandom during the summer when I only have a couple of classes and hours upon hours to waste. 8D Woot!
*shameless advertising* Go to dbkrackweens for a smut fic contest! ♥ Deadline is at the end of March, yo.
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