Writing Away My Freedom - Chapter 2: Lips of An Angel
Title: Writing Away my Freedom
Length: 2/????
Pairings: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: R and later NC-17
Warnings: drugs, smut, and other things related.
Genre: angst, drama, romance, tragedy
beta-read by vestigialdreams
Summary: Changmin was your ordinary university student, until he stumbled upon a pair of tragic eyes.
Chapter 2 - Lips of an Angel
“I thought you guys said artsy cafe?” I asked my newly-found friends. They had stopped in front of a dingy bar with posters advertising rock bands plastered all over the windows. In one poster, I recognized Jaejoong in a group of five men. Each of them was holding an instrument, except for Jae. I could guess he was the vocalist.
“Yeah. I lied. Bad habit.” Mira said, lighting a cigarette. “Want one?” She held the pack out to me.
“No thanks. I only smoke as a stress reliever.” I replied. She then held the pack out to Sarah.
“Anyway, this place actually isn't that bad. A lot of great acts are here, and the drinks are pretty high-end too. The only things you have to deal with are the cruddy people.” Sarah added, grabbing a smoke.
“Jae and I are gonna go around back to get ready.” Kibum announced, starting to drag Jae by the arm.
“Whoa, wait. Since when are you allowed backstage?” He protested, yanking his arm out of the younger man's grip.
Kibum hung his head in embarrassment. “Just once? I’ve always wondered what you guys do before a show!”
“Well then maybe you should grow some brains and get a talent, and just maybe you you'll make it somewhere in entertainment.” Jae said, his expression sarcastic. He waved at us, and then stalked off into the dark side alley.
Sarah looped her arm around Kibum's. “Come on Kibi. Let's leave these grouches alone.”
“Kibi?” Miranda asked, one eyebrow raised.
“I get tired of calling him Bummie all the time.”
“What about Kibummie?” I suggested.
Sarah glared at me before stomping away into the bar. I looked searchingly at Miranda, but she just rolled her eyes and motioned for me to follow. The inside of the building was dark, so it was hard to tell if it was very dirty. The air smelled of booze and sweat, and it was just as loud as the club, except the noise came from drunken people, not bass. It was a pretty large building with wall-to-wall bar down its left side. The stage was at the end of the bar, and the rest of the floor area was tables and lounge seats. Miranda sat down on a stool at the gigantic bar, and I sat down beside her.
“Two beers.” Mira told the barmaid. She gave us two extremely large mugs of the numbing yellow liquid.
“This is a record for me. I never drink this much in two days.” I remarked.
She laughed. “Then you must be pretty damn thirsty all the time.”
I smiled. Just as I was about to ask her when Jae was performing, all the lights went low.
“OH! It's Jae's band!” She said excitedly, pulling me off my stool and pushing our way through the crowd to the front row. In just fifteen minutes, Jaejoong's entire appearance had changed. He had swapped his bright raver clothes to all black and leather, matching his shiny, raven-black hair. I gazed up in awe at him; I had never seen anyone look so perfect under bright lights.
He shouted what must have been the name of their band, but I was too mesmerized by his appearance to hear it. Suddenly, the music started, loud and aggressive. It shocked me out of my trance, and I started moving with the crowd.
His voice was exactly as magnificent as I imagined it would be. The other members were so loud I could hardly hear what he was singing, but the sounds still hypnotized me as much as his eyes did. My eyes could not be torn away from his perfect face, that perfect mouth that was releasing such beautiful sounds. At that moment I was sure I had fallen in love with him. I had no idea how, seeing as I had never talked to him before tonight, but he had cast a spell on me, and I was hooked.
Miranda pulled me out of the crowd near what was probably the end of the show, and brought me backstage.
“If we're allowed back here, why isn't Kibum?” I asked.
“Because ever since Jae's band hit it big locally, he's been sucking up to him. Jaejoong knows when he's getting taken advantage of.” We sat there in silence for a while, listening to the last song of their set end. “You seem pretty fond of Jae...” It wasn't a question. She knew. She knew somehow that his eyes drove me crazy, haunting me; she could read all my thoughts about him. I could almost feel her scoping around in my head. “... But you're cautious because you've always been the straight one and now you suddenly have such a deep love for a man you hardly know.” She finished, her eyes closed.
“How can you know all of this?”
“Jae's not a very hard person to fall for.” She opened her eyes and smiled at me sadly. I couldn't tell if she was just saying that to cover up her mysterious mind-reading abilities, or if it was a sincere statement.
Just as I opened my mouth to respond, Jaejoong and the four other men walked in. I hadn't even heard the song finish.
“Awesome, you guys. As usual.” Mira said to them, getting up off her seat to give them sitting room. I followed suit.
“Changmin, this is Xiah Junsu, our bassist; Yoochun, or Micky, our drummer; U-Know Yunho, our lead guitar player; and Lee Donghae, our rhythm guitar player.” Jae said to me, pointing to everyone as he introduced them.
“Hey.” I said, raising my hand in an awkward hello. Most of them nodded hello, but Donghae waved spazzily, bouncing over to talk to me.
“Hi!” He said. “Welcome to the group!” He smiled cutely, with his eyes all scrunched up.
I suppressed a laugh. “Thanks.”
“Come on, Fishy. Leave the poor man alone.” Miranda said, also holding in laughter. “Let's go get a drink! I'll buy.”
“That's not fair. Girls shouldn't buy guys drinks.” Donghae whined.
“Just go with it, Hae.” The one I thought was named Yunho said, pushing him out the door. Mira followed them, winking at me, and the guys named Yoochun and Junsu walked hand in hand out the back door. Soon it was just me and Jae in the small room; I had caught on to what Mira was doing way too late.
“So...” Jaejoong started, closing the door behind him. I swore I could vaguely hear the click of a lock. Slowly, shyly, he walked towards me, his eyes pointed at the ground. “How did you like our show?”
“I-it was amazing.” I stammered.
“Thank you.” He smiled sheepishly, finally raising his hypnotic eyes to meet mine. I couldn't help but stare; they were deeper than anyone else's I had ever met. In a rush, I felt a so many mixed emotions. Somehow I could sense all his misery, the rare joys of his life, and his confusion... about me. As soon as I understood what I was feeling, it ended. He looked frustrated, as if he was mad at himself for letting me see that much of himself.
“I understand.” I said quietly, and his face softened. His eyes drew me back in again, but in a different way. They had me under a trance, and everything became a little foggy. He smirked, and then I felt his lips crash against mine. Without thinking, I opened my mouth at his command. There was an unexplainable urge to heal every wound he had ever received, harm anyone who had ever wronged him. He had me completely under his control.
“You're mine.” Jae whispered into my ear. I only had enough strength to nod back. I had no idea at the time how much those words would destroy me.
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A/N: this is my favorite chapter so far. ^^ I hope you all like it! comments are greatly appreciated!
Length: 2/????
Pairings: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: R and later NC-17
Warnings: drugs, smut, and other things related.
Genre: angst, drama, romance, tragedy
beta-read by vestigialdreams
Summary: Changmin was your ordinary university student, until he stumbled upon a pair of tragic eyes.
Chapter 2 - Lips of an Angel
“I thought you guys said artsy cafe?” I asked my newly-found friends. They had stopped in front of a dingy bar with posters advertising rock bands plastered all over the windows. In one poster, I recognized Jaejoong in a group of five men. Each of them was holding an instrument, except for Jae. I could guess he was the vocalist.
“Yeah. I lied. Bad habit.” Mira said, lighting a cigarette. “Want one?” She held the pack out to me.
“No thanks. I only smoke as a stress reliever.” I replied. She then held the pack out to Sarah.
“Anyway, this place actually isn't that bad. A lot of great acts are here, and the drinks are pretty high-end too. The only things you have to deal with are the cruddy people.” Sarah added, grabbing a smoke.
“Jae and I are gonna go around back to get ready.” Kibum announced, starting to drag Jae by the arm.
“Whoa, wait. Since when are you allowed backstage?” He protested, yanking his arm out of the younger man's grip.
Kibum hung his head in embarrassment. “Just once? I’ve always wondered what you guys do before a show!”
“Well then maybe you should grow some brains and get a talent, and just maybe you you'll make it somewhere in entertainment.” Jae said, his expression sarcastic. He waved at us, and then stalked off into the dark side alley.
Sarah looped her arm around Kibum's. “Come on Kibi. Let's leave these grouches alone.”
“Kibi?” Miranda asked, one eyebrow raised.
“I get tired of calling him Bummie all the time.”
“What about Kibummie?” I suggested.
Sarah glared at me before stomping away into the bar. I looked searchingly at Miranda, but she just rolled her eyes and motioned for me to follow. The inside of the building was dark, so it was hard to tell if it was very dirty. The air smelled of booze and sweat, and it was just as loud as the club, except the noise came from drunken people, not bass. It was a pretty large building with wall-to-wall bar down its left side. The stage was at the end of the bar, and the rest of the floor area was tables and lounge seats. Miranda sat down on a stool at the gigantic bar, and I sat down beside her.
“Two beers.” Mira told the barmaid. She gave us two extremely large mugs of the numbing yellow liquid.
“This is a record for me. I never drink this much in two days.” I remarked.
She laughed. “Then you must be pretty damn thirsty all the time.”
I smiled. Just as I was about to ask her when Jae was performing, all the lights went low.
“OH! It's Jae's band!” She said excitedly, pulling me off my stool and pushing our way through the crowd to the front row. In just fifteen minutes, Jaejoong's entire appearance had changed. He had swapped his bright raver clothes to all black and leather, matching his shiny, raven-black hair. I gazed up in awe at him; I had never seen anyone look so perfect under bright lights.
He shouted what must have been the name of their band, but I was too mesmerized by his appearance to hear it. Suddenly, the music started, loud and aggressive. It shocked me out of my trance, and I started moving with the crowd.
His voice was exactly as magnificent as I imagined it would be. The other members were so loud I could hardly hear what he was singing, but the sounds still hypnotized me as much as his eyes did. My eyes could not be torn away from his perfect face, that perfect mouth that was releasing such beautiful sounds. At that moment I was sure I had fallen in love with him. I had no idea how, seeing as I had never talked to him before tonight, but he had cast a spell on me, and I was hooked.
Miranda pulled me out of the crowd near what was probably the end of the show, and brought me backstage.
“If we're allowed back here, why isn't Kibum?” I asked.
“Because ever since Jae's band hit it big locally, he's been sucking up to him. Jaejoong knows when he's getting taken advantage of.” We sat there in silence for a while, listening to the last song of their set end. “You seem pretty fond of Jae...” It wasn't a question. She knew. She knew somehow that his eyes drove me crazy, haunting me; she could read all my thoughts about him. I could almost feel her scoping around in my head. “... But you're cautious because you've always been the straight one and now you suddenly have such a deep love for a man you hardly know.” She finished, her eyes closed.
“How can you know all of this?”
“Jae's not a very hard person to fall for.” She opened her eyes and smiled at me sadly. I couldn't tell if she was just saying that to cover up her mysterious mind-reading abilities, or if it was a sincere statement.
Just as I opened my mouth to respond, Jaejoong and the four other men walked in. I hadn't even heard the song finish.
“Awesome, you guys. As usual.” Mira said to them, getting up off her seat to give them sitting room. I followed suit.
“Changmin, this is Xiah Junsu, our bassist; Yoochun, or Micky, our drummer; U-Know Yunho, our lead guitar player; and Lee Donghae, our rhythm guitar player.” Jae said to me, pointing to everyone as he introduced them.
“Hey.” I said, raising my hand in an awkward hello. Most of them nodded hello, but Donghae waved spazzily, bouncing over to talk to me.
“Hi!” He said. “Welcome to the group!” He smiled cutely, with his eyes all scrunched up.
I suppressed a laugh. “Thanks.”
“Come on, Fishy. Leave the poor man alone.” Miranda said, also holding in laughter. “Let's go get a drink! I'll buy.”
“That's not fair. Girls shouldn't buy guys drinks.” Donghae whined.
“Just go with it, Hae.” The one I thought was named Yunho said, pushing him out the door. Mira followed them, winking at me, and the guys named Yoochun and Junsu walked hand in hand out the back door. Soon it was just me and Jae in the small room; I had caught on to what Mira was doing way too late.
“So...” Jaejoong started, closing the door behind him. I swore I could vaguely hear the click of a lock. Slowly, shyly, he walked towards me, his eyes pointed at the ground. “How did you like our show?”
“I-it was amazing.” I stammered.
“Thank you.” He smiled sheepishly, finally raising his hypnotic eyes to meet mine. I couldn't help but stare; they were deeper than anyone else's I had ever met. In a rush, I felt a so many mixed emotions. Somehow I could sense all his misery, the rare joys of his life, and his confusion... about me. As soon as I understood what I was feeling, it ended. He looked frustrated, as if he was mad at himself for letting me see that much of himself.
“I understand.” I said quietly, and his face softened. His eyes drew me back in again, but in a different way. They had me under a trance, and everything became a little foggy. He smirked, and then I felt his lips crash against mine. Without thinking, I opened my mouth at his command. There was an unexplainable urge to heal every wound he had ever received, harm anyone who had ever wronged him. He had me completely under his control.
“You're mine.” Jae whispered into my ear. I only had enough strength to nod back. I had no idea at the time how much those words would destroy me.
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A/N: this is my favorite chapter so far. ^^ I hope you all like it! comments are greatly appreciated!