Count Down
Title: Count Down
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They are not mine to play with, but I will experiment with them in fanfics.
Summary: Yoochun has had enough. This fic contains implied drug use and implied sex.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've decided to be a little crazy with posting on this one. Don't ask me why. I just wanted to do something like this at least once. So here it is. This story is in ten parts, but I'm going to classify it as a one shot. Just click on the number at the bottom to go to the next part. All comments will be disabled until the last part.
TEN
Walking away was too easy. Turn around. Take a step. Take another step.
With no one trying to stop you, walking away was really, really easy.
Yoochun's chest tightened on step four. Step six was blurry. Step eight dark, like he was walking into an abyss. He left his heart somewhere between step ten and thirteen. He felt wet on his cheeks at step sixteen, but he figured he'd cried before then. Everything faded to gray by the time he made it home. The gray swirled as he opened the first bottle of soju. His throat burned. His eyes stung.
NINE
.
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They are not mine to play with, but I will experiment with them in fanfics.
Summary: Yoochun has had enough. This fic contains implied drug use and implied sex.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've decided to be a little crazy with posting on this one. Don't ask me why. I just wanted to do something like this at least once. So here it is. This story is in ten parts, but I'm going to classify it as a one shot. Just click on the number at the bottom to go to the next part. All comments will be disabled until the last part.
TEN
Walking away was too easy. Turn around. Take a step. Take another step.
With no one trying to stop you, walking away was really, really easy.
Yoochun's chest tightened on step four. Step six was blurry. Step eight dark, like he was walking into an abyss. He left his heart somewhere between step ten and thirteen. He felt wet on his cheeks at step sixteen, but he figured he'd cried before then. Everything faded to gray by the time he made it home. The gray swirled as he opened the first bottle of soju. His throat burned. His eyes stung.
NINE
.