Wildflowers [5]
Title: Wildflowers
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [5/?]
Genre: Romance, angst, slight smut
Rating: R
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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Five
It would take about three days for Junsu to forget he'd banned Changmin from his room until he talked to Jaejoong. And since Changmin had never really gotten around to his only ticket into his friends' room, he had no choice but wait it out.
He plays around with avoiding his room. Sometimes he grants himself the excuse that studying in the library isn't so cold and morgue-like after all and hides out there rather than walking with Jaejoong between classes.
But other times, it's magnetic. Like some force is pulling, yanking him Jaejoong's way just to see if he'd smile today or perhaps offer to make him dinner. He could watch Jaejoong cook for hours, lost in the pot, oblivious to the world.
But for three days, Jaejoong hardly eats for himself. Sparse ironic smiles and shut down. And Changmin is there to keep him together when it seemed Jaejoong would fall apart. Every time he'd seen Jaejoong like this, like warped stained glass, he wished every time that this would be the last and Jaejoong would just become whole again.
On the evening of the third day, Jaejoong disappears and isn't in bed by the time Changmin's head hits the pillow. For no reason, he wakes up just before dawn and stares into the darkness while his dreams fade away. He turns his head to check the bed across the room. It's empty. But there is a ruffled head lying on the edge of his own cot.
Changmin snaps up, wide awake now. The sudden movement jostles Jaejoong awake. He looks up at Changmin sleepily, sitting on the floor at the side of Changmin's bed, resting his head in his own arms.
"Why aren't you in bed?" Changmin asks, alarmed. He blinks down at the other, willing the clouds of sleep from his eyes.
Yawning, Jaejoong rubs his tired eyes and smiles deliriously. He speaks like he's still dreaming. "I came in late last night and saw you sleeping. I wanted to watch."
Changmin is speechless. How long had he been there in such an uncomfortable position? And to stare at Changmin's sleeping face. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Where were y--?"
"I'm okay." It's small. Barely above a whisper. Jaejoong clasps Changmin's hand between his own, smiling that stained glass smile. "Everything's okay. He took me back."
Changmin freezes. It's not the good news he's looking for.
And Jaejoong's tiny voice pleads desperately through the darkness, "He took me back. He took me back. Everything's okay, right? He took me back." And his grip on Changmin's hand grows tighter til he's nearly begging and Changmin can't figure out why. A pat on the head is all Changmin can give him.
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And the cycle repeats.
Changmin finds Jaejoong on campus later that day. Leaning against a building, kissing Yoochun. It's the brightest Jaejoong has looked in a long time.
This is when Jaejoong is at his most normal. His peak. Smiling at people who aren't his friends and teasing Changmin with friendly, playful jokes and pleasantly talking about his day.
Every now and then, Changmin will enter their room when it smells like remnants of Yoochun while Jaejoong sits alone cross-legged on his bed, hair tousled, sweatpants inside-out and loosely hanging from his fuck-bruised hips while he frowns over a problem in his textbook.
It usually lasts a few weeks. Up to a month if the sex is particularly good. But eventually, someone would grow bored--it was always Yoochun. White stains appeared in Jaejoong's bed sheets less often, Jaejoong smiled and joked around less often.
Jaejoong's mind would drift and he bit his nails. He used Changmin's shampoo and frequently touched the younger's arms and hands and wrists when he spoke, leaning in too close and walking away without remembering what it was he was talking about.
He'd stay out late, visiting a special someone, and come back to the dorm frustrated and, Changmin suspected, a little scared. Until one night, he came back a mess, usually drunk, but not always. Tears on his cheeks and a couple bruises and scrapes and twice, fractured ribs with Yoochun's name all over them.
And Changmin would turn his back, cradling a timid, frail heart in his hands. Then he'd turn right back around, tossing that heart to the ground and watch himself shatter.
He'd put Jaejoong back together with pathetic silly glue, finding shards of himself amidst the ruin. He'd hold him in his arms until Changmin's wish came true and Jaejoong found happiness a few weeks and several failed, destructive attempts at seduction later when Yoochun gave in to Jaejoong's cherry lips and pretty words.
And then he'd have Jaejoong writhing under him in bed while Changmin woke Yunho and Junsu up across the hall, imploring for a quiet place to sleep for the night.
But what scared Changmin the most were the times Jaejoong was on his downward spiral, when he'd cling to Changmin below the belt as he fell. When his touches became heated and his dark, tarnished eyes pulled the younger in and reached inside Changmin, exploring well passed his boundaries until the only way Changmin could keep from tasting a bit of Jaejoong's poison right then and there was to escape into Yunho's understanding voice and Junsu's frisky grin.
It's even harder to take during midterm week. Changmin adopts Yunho and Junsu's room as his own for a while and only returns to his own room for a change in clothes. This week, Jaejoong is teetering over the edge again, Changmin knows it. But he hopes he can complete his exams in time to leap after him once he falls and put him back together, smashing himself at the bottom of the cliff in the process.
He shares a bed with Yunho tonight. Junsu gives his hair an affectionate flick and retires to his own bed, protectively watching Changmin's back rise and fall til he himself falls asleep. And Yunho combs his fingers through Changmin's hair, arms wrapped around him and pulls him into his broad chest, holding him together. At least until he makes that inevitable leap. Over and over again.
Six
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I hope this explains a bit of Jaejoong's craziness. He's...rather unstable. ^^; And we'll get to see more of him later.
Don't forget.... SMUT fic contest in dbkrackweens . >8D Deadline is March 26, yo.
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [5/?]
Genre: Romance, angst, slight smut
Rating: R
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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Five
It would take about three days for Junsu to forget he'd banned Changmin from his room until he talked to Jaejoong. And since Changmin had never really gotten around to his only ticket into his friends' room, he had no choice but wait it out.
He plays around with avoiding his room. Sometimes he grants himself the excuse that studying in the library isn't so cold and morgue-like after all and hides out there rather than walking with Jaejoong between classes.
But other times, it's magnetic. Like some force is pulling, yanking him Jaejoong's way just to see if he'd smile today or perhaps offer to make him dinner. He could watch Jaejoong cook for hours, lost in the pot, oblivious to the world.
But for three days, Jaejoong hardly eats for himself. Sparse ironic smiles and shut down. And Changmin is there to keep him together when it seemed Jaejoong would fall apart. Every time he'd seen Jaejoong like this, like warped stained glass, he wished every time that this would be the last and Jaejoong would just become whole again.
On the evening of the third day, Jaejoong disappears and isn't in bed by the time Changmin's head hits the pillow. For no reason, he wakes up just before dawn and stares into the darkness while his dreams fade away. He turns his head to check the bed across the room. It's empty. But there is a ruffled head lying on the edge of his own cot.
Changmin snaps up, wide awake now. The sudden movement jostles Jaejoong awake. He looks up at Changmin sleepily, sitting on the floor at the side of Changmin's bed, resting his head in his own arms.
"Why aren't you in bed?" Changmin asks, alarmed. He blinks down at the other, willing the clouds of sleep from his eyes.
Yawning, Jaejoong rubs his tired eyes and smiles deliriously. He speaks like he's still dreaming. "I came in late last night and saw you sleeping. I wanted to watch."
Changmin is speechless. How long had he been there in such an uncomfortable position? And to stare at Changmin's sleeping face. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Where were y--?"
"I'm okay." It's small. Barely above a whisper. Jaejoong clasps Changmin's hand between his own, smiling that stained glass smile. "Everything's okay. He took me back."
Changmin freezes. It's not the good news he's looking for.
And Jaejoong's tiny voice pleads desperately through the darkness, "He took me back. He took me back. Everything's okay, right? He took me back." And his grip on Changmin's hand grows tighter til he's nearly begging and Changmin can't figure out why. A pat on the head is all Changmin can give him.
:::::
And the cycle repeats.
Changmin finds Jaejoong on campus later that day. Leaning against a building, kissing Yoochun. It's the brightest Jaejoong has looked in a long time.
This is when Jaejoong is at his most normal. His peak. Smiling at people who aren't his friends and teasing Changmin with friendly, playful jokes and pleasantly talking about his day.
Every now and then, Changmin will enter their room when it smells like remnants of Yoochun while Jaejoong sits alone cross-legged on his bed, hair tousled, sweatpants inside-out and loosely hanging from his fuck-bruised hips while he frowns over a problem in his textbook.
It usually lasts a few weeks. Up to a month if the sex is particularly good. But eventually, someone would grow bored--it was always Yoochun. White stains appeared in Jaejoong's bed sheets less often, Jaejoong smiled and joked around less often.
Jaejoong's mind would drift and he bit his nails. He used Changmin's shampoo and frequently touched the younger's arms and hands and wrists when he spoke, leaning in too close and walking away without remembering what it was he was talking about.
He'd stay out late, visiting a special someone, and come back to the dorm frustrated and, Changmin suspected, a little scared. Until one night, he came back a mess, usually drunk, but not always. Tears on his cheeks and a couple bruises and scrapes and twice, fractured ribs with Yoochun's name all over them.
And Changmin would turn his back, cradling a timid, frail heart in his hands. Then he'd turn right back around, tossing that heart to the ground and watch himself shatter.
He'd put Jaejoong back together with pathetic silly glue, finding shards of himself amidst the ruin. He'd hold him in his arms until Changmin's wish came true and Jaejoong found happiness a few weeks and several failed, destructive attempts at seduction later when Yoochun gave in to Jaejoong's cherry lips and pretty words.
And then he'd have Jaejoong writhing under him in bed while Changmin woke Yunho and Junsu up across the hall, imploring for a quiet place to sleep for the night.
But what scared Changmin the most were the times Jaejoong was on his downward spiral, when he'd cling to Changmin below the belt as he fell. When his touches became heated and his dark, tarnished eyes pulled the younger in and reached inside Changmin, exploring well passed his boundaries until the only way Changmin could keep from tasting a bit of Jaejoong's poison right then and there was to escape into Yunho's understanding voice and Junsu's frisky grin.
It's even harder to take during midterm week. Changmin adopts Yunho and Junsu's room as his own for a while and only returns to his own room for a change in clothes. This week, Jaejoong is teetering over the edge again, Changmin knows it. But he hopes he can complete his exams in time to leap after him once he falls and put him back together, smashing himself at the bottom of the cliff in the process.
He shares a bed with Yunho tonight. Junsu gives his hair an affectionate flick and retires to his own bed, protectively watching Changmin's back rise and fall til he himself falls asleep. And Yunho combs his fingers through Changmin's hair, arms wrapped around him and pulls him into his broad chest, holding him together. At least until he makes that inevitable leap. Over and over again.
Six
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I hope this explains a bit of Jaejoong's craziness. He's...rather unstable. ^^; And we'll get to see more of him later.
Don't forget.... SMUT fic contest in dbkrackweens . >8D Deadline is March 26, yo.
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