Writing Away My Freedom - Chapter 1: Poetic Tragedy (REVISED)
Title: Writing Away my Freedom
Length: 1/????
Pairings: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: R and later NC-17
Warnings: drugs, smut, and other things related.
Genre: angst, drama, romance, tragedy
A/N: Sorry for the really long time between updates! I got really lazy but I'm going to start writing more now.
beta-read by vestigialdreams
Summary: Changmin was your ordinary university student, until he stumbled upon a pair of tragic eyes.
When I got back to the dorm, Heechul was already up. Why is he up? He hates the morning. I thought to myself, until I read the clock. 2:30 PM. Oh. That's why.
"Well aren't you home late?" Heechul teased. He was on his laptop at the desk in the corner of the room. "Did you guys stop and have some morning fun too?"
"Oh shut up. I don't even remember her name." I said tiredly, plopping down on my bed to stare at the ceiling.
"That makes sense, seeing as you were high off your ass." He laughed, and I shot him a death glare. "Well, the really skinny one I was with was Sarah, and the fat one with the X was Miranda."
"She was not fat! She was about the same as the other girl."
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and spun around to face his laptop again. I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to imagine the face those haunting eyes might belong to. "Hey, Chullie?" I ask.
"Huh?" He grunts.
"Are you doing anything tonight? I want to go back to that club."
I had his attention now. He spun around to face me, one eyebrow raised. "So you actually enjoyed last night?"
"Yeah." I lied. "A lot."
Yet again I found myself in a room packed from wall to wall with people, barely visible under blinding strobe lights in the thick darkness. I sighed and leaned against the bar, exhausted. I had followed Heechul around the entire club, still not finding the eyes I longed for. I had a headache from my massive hangover, and the pounding bass didn't make it any better.
"What can I get you?" the older man tending the bar asked me.
"Anything." I mumbled, laying my head in my arms.
"Rough night?" He asked, rummaging around the bottles.
"Sort of. I've been searching for... something. But I just can't seem to find what it is." I spilled. Why did I feel that I could trust this man? I watched his face as he prepared my unknown drink. I could tell he was sincerely thinking over my dilemma. His face wasn't extremely old, but I could tell he was in his mid-forties. He looked a lot like my dad... Before he left us.
The man slid a glass full of clear liquid towards me. I caught it. "I don't have much expertise in the area of finding things. I mean, look at me! Forty-five and still working the same club I worked in during college. Although... I never had much potential. You, though, you've got a lot of potential. Good looks, you look pretty rich, and all those girls starin' at you from the corner must say somethin' about your ability to attract people." Finishing the last drops of my drink, I only half-heard what he was saying. I was more concerned about the people staring at me. I spun around to look at the people in the corner, recognizing Miranda and Sarah... and the eyes. Without thinking, I rose from my seat and practically floated to the corner where they all were. "It's on the house!" the bartender shouted behind me.
While in my trance, I took some time to take in the body around the eyes. I was sure it was a man, judging by the build of his chest. He was muscular, but also so delicate I didn't want him to move, afraid he might snap in half. His facial features were feminine, but not to the point of being awkward. His eyes were a dark brown, with flecks of gold scattered here and there. The pupils were a dark, never-ending black that could draw you down for miles. He was beautiful, and that made my heart ache for him even worse. Suddenly, I noticed his arm encircle Miranda's shoulders, and felt my heart sink a little. His eyes then flashed to me, making my heartbeat quicken and my breath shallow. Wait, why am I crushing over a guy? I don't want to be Heechul! I thought, though I had no time to fully convince myself of my orientation. Before I knew it, I was in front of them.
"Hey," Miranda smirked at me. "I thought I recognized you."
"I bet he wasn't as good as Chullie. He fits quite nicely as my Wednesday night regular." The other girl, Sarah, remarked, sticking her tongue out and grinning deviously before taking a sip of her drink.
Miranda locked eyes with me and smiled. "Sorry, but I like men that don't look like chicks."
Sarah choked on her drink laughing, and the mysterious pretty boy on Miranda's shoulder faked a hurt look. "Oh, JJ, you know you're my best gay." Miranda said sarcastically.
"I'm not gay!" He protested his eyes widening. "I'm bi. Get it straight."
She rolled her eyes and kissed him on the cheek. Turning her attention back to me, she asked. "So, I never got your name?"
Another gorgeous man slid up next to Sarah. "Mira, you slept with him without knowing his name?"
Sarah elbowed him in the ribs. "Shut it, Bummie."
"I'm Shim Changmin." I replied, my voice slightly shaking.
"Well, Changmin, I'm Miranda. But call me Mira; I hate my name. Not telling you my last name - legal reasons," She winked. "This gaywad next to me is Kim Jaejoong - singer/songwriter superstar!" He rolled his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes as she continued. "The blonde is Sarah, we're both American runaways. And the uptight dickhead standing next to her is my ex, Kim Kibum. I love them all dearly." She smiled sarcastically.
"We're not runaways." Sarah said, laughing.
"Well we did run away from the country as soon as we turned eighteen didn't we?"
"Whatever."
These were definitely not the type of people I hung out with on a regular basis. They were artists and partiers and dreamers. Not my regular practical nerd crowd.
"So, Mr. Shim, what do you do on a daily basis?" Jaejoong asked me. He had a beautiful voice too. I wondered how well it could sing...
"Well..." I started. His eyes looked into mine. They were so deep as though they were determined on seeing every thought in my head. For some reason, I felt completely exposed. I gulped, suddenly nervous, and Miranda noticed. "I'm a literary major at Seoul University."
"Cool. Literature was my minor." He said, smiling.
"Jae's a year out of college." Sarah said, matter-of-factly. "Old man."
"Twenty-four is not old!" He pouted.
"Yeah, I'm twenty-three. Just because my year is senior doesn't mean anything." I joked, and immediately wished I hadn't. That was one of the lamest jokes you've ever come up with. Great job. But to my surprise, everyone cracked up laughing. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
"You're funny. Do you want to spend the rest of the night with us?" Miranda asked, looping her arm in mine. "JJ has a performance in this artsy cafe. You should see it, he's really good."
"Okay. Sounds like fun." I replied, smiling shyly at Jaejoong as I said it.
Jae blushed and looked at his feet as we walked out of the club.
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A/N: Okay i feel ike a total idiot. When I first posted this I posted it as a friends only. *headdesk*
Oh well. At least now it's beta-ed and a lot better so it's worth it .^^ Please comment!