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Pairings: Min-centric. slight MinSu.
Genre: drabble.
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: self-harm, blood.
“What happens when I cut it here?”
“It goes bleeding.”
“Like this?”
“Like that.”
“And this red fluid is?”
“It’s your blood.”
“Does it taste good?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you try it?”
“Okay.”
“How is it?”
“It’s delicious!”
“Great!”
“Should I stab more then?”
“Doesn’t it hurts?”
“Oh, not more than slicing.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Should I try it over here?”
“Isn’t there’s too little surface over there?”
“Let me just try it.”
“Okay. How is it?”
“It stings a bit. Must be tender.”
“Does it taste good?”
“Even better!”
“Yum. Then you know when to hit next time.”
“Yes!”
“Well, the sun is getting up.”
“Oooh, do you really have to go?”
“See you tonight, muffmin.”
“See you later then, minmin.”
Junsu saw red stains on Changmin’s bed the next morning.
Big, wide red stains.
Changmin stared back at him, wide eyed.
“It’s delicious.”
He rolled his hands around his thighs.
“Try it.”
Junsu shaked at the blood-tainted hand hanging in front of his face.
“Oh.”
Changmin licked his fingers.
“But it’s good. Really.”
He rised from his bed, scarlet liquid run down along his legs like waterfalls.
The cutter in his right hand gleamed under the sun.
“How does yours taste, Junsu?”
He smiled.
The sun grew red.
Genre: drabble.
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: self-harm, blood.
“What happens when I cut it here?”
“It goes bleeding.”
“Like this?”
“Like that.”
“And this red fluid is?”
“It’s your blood.”
“Does it taste good?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you try it?”
“Okay.”
“How is it?”
“It’s delicious!”
“Great!”
“Should I stab more then?”
“Doesn’t it hurts?”
“Oh, not more than slicing.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Should I try it over here?”
“Isn’t there’s too little surface over there?”
“Let me just try it.”
“Okay. How is it?”
“It stings a bit. Must be tender.”
“Does it taste good?”
“Even better!”
“Yum. Then you know when to hit next time.”
“Yes!”
“Well, the sun is getting up.”
“Oooh, do you really have to go?”
“See you tonight, muffmin.”
“See you later then, minmin.”
Junsu saw red stains on Changmin’s bed the next morning.
Big, wide red stains.
Changmin stared back at him, wide eyed.
“It’s delicious.”
He rolled his hands around his thighs.
“Try it.”
Junsu shaked at the blood-tainted hand hanging in front of his face.
“Oh.”
Changmin licked his fingers.
“But it’s good. Really.”
He rised from his bed, scarlet liquid run down along his legs like waterfalls.
The cutter in his right hand gleamed under the sun.
“How does yours taste, Junsu?”
He smiled.
The sun grew red.