Through the crown of the sakura tree - 6
Author: hikjang / delsogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Changmin x Yuri, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst, Psychological
Rating: PG 15
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: Chopin Nocturne Op. 27 No. 2 - Martha Argerich
Changmin woke up from troubled dreams. His body was full of sweat.
He looked around to find out where he was, then realizing it was a place he knew, he exhaled in relief.
He got out from bed, grabbed the silk robe on the floor and put it on. Then he turned to the night stand, on which laid a cigarrette pack. He took out one from it with his teeth and lips, hands grabbing a Bob Marley zippo and an ashtray, then walked to the balcony.
As he opened the sliding door, cold air rushed to engulf him. For a moment he felt suffocated. But as the cigarrette was lit and he inhaled the first breath of nicotine, warmth came back. Changmin felt the smoke ran from his mouth to the inner of his nose, then straight to the brain, deep into each of the neurons - at which point he started to become conscious of his surrounding.
It was dark. This villa was built in quite a surburban area and Changmin used it for large gatherings with friends, those which would always consist of noises and music. At night when everyone had left, it was completely quiet, except for the rustling sound of trees everytime a breeze of wind blew by.
Changmin helped himself to another dose of nicotine and enjoyed this tranquility. He wished someone was there to play him a nocturne by Chopin. Op. 27 no.2 in D flat, maybe. One of his favorites. The feeling would be complete then.
But incomplete as it was, that tranquil feeling did not last long. Soon Changmin heard the sound of the door sliding open. He turned back to see Yuri, whose hand were still putting on a robe to cover her bare breasts. Her face and her naked thighs were pale white under the moon, making her look as frail as a ghost.
“You’re up?” Yuri asked, voice trembling because of the coldness.
“Yeah. Not used to this bed. I don’t usually stay the night here.” He exhaled another smoke, turning back toward the wide air outside.
A second later, he felt Yuri’s arms snaked around his torso. “Changmin-ah, thank you for the surprise birthday party. And Kim Junsu’s performance. I’m so happy.”
Changmin grabbed Yuri’s hands and intertwined her fingers between his.
Just to keep her staying in place and from seeing the smirk on his lips.
A party, and an emotionless version of a piece of music, dong! Even the crime of cheating on your girlfriend is forgiven.
But Changmin didn’t care. The point was that the plan worked out as expected.
“Changmin, why are you smoking? It’s bad for your health.”
“Just once in a while. Wouldn’t hurt.”
“Ahh… You’re a bad boy aren’t you? A consummate student at school and on bed you’re such a beast… Who would have thought?”
Changmin wanted to cringe at the word “consummate”. Such a pretentious choice of word did not suit Yuri but she always tried to use it. And in such inappropriate settings too.
Nevertheless the corner of Changmin’s lips curved up. Yeah. Who’d have known?
"You are quite used to winning in arguments, huh?"
"Well, look at the way they stuttered when trying to argue with you. They clearly was intimidated. Granted you are very smart, but using all that wit on people who were not thinking straight was not very nice."
But so Junsu had said. That guy could see through him.
Changmin turned back and grinded the cigarrette on the ashtray. He took Yuri’s waist and pulled her close. Yuri moaned softly. But Changmin only smiled. “Hey Yuri, is your Medieval Literature lecture class full yet?”
“No. Why?” Yuri’s hand was slithering on Changmin’s chest.
“I’m going to drop the psychology class I’m taking. Need another one because I still want to do 6 credits.”
“But isn’t Psychology your major?” Yuri asked as she rubbed her body on the lower part of Changmin's. “Why dropping it now?”
“I’m bored.” Changmin groped Yuri's bum and started caressing it.
“Uhmm…” Yuri moaned when Changmin's hot tongue licked her neck, “You can always take the Medi Lit class with me. We can spend more time together... ahhnn...”
Changmin smirked as he went down lower on Yuri’s body. He didn't intend to answer.
Not that Yuri could hear anything more anyway.
After finishing all Monday classes, Changmin strolled his way down the hill to the administrative building - a grim stone-built building at the center of the campus. He shopped Yuri’s Lit class and it was not bad, so he could drop the Psych course without worrying about it affecting his semester.
He opened the wooden door of the Dean’s Office and walked in. Some students were sitting there, waiting for their turns. From the look of it most were there to drop classes (but for what else one would go to the Dean’s Office anyway?).
Changmin did not like to sit, so he leaned against the wall, waiting for his turn. He consulted his watch: still 3 more minutes. Perhaps not worth taking out a book and read. So instead, he decided to listen to other people talking.
He regretted it immediately.
People around him were chatting about the classes they were about to drop: Math 120, PoliSci 230, etc. etc. Mostly complaints. Like how the professors were harsh at grading. How the readings were boring. How the workload was too much.
Changmin always loathed hearing complaints, especially those about classes. Yet never before had he been in the company of so many people complaining all at the same time.
He looked around, trying to block the conversations out of his ears, but to no avail. He suddenly felt the clean stony look, and the white light they used here so vexing too.
He looked at the watch. Still 1 more minute until his turn. He felt so uncomfortable and unrelated to this environment, that he started to feel his height was not helping at all - he felt too conscious of himself. How he wished to be out asap.
Oh but Shim Changmin, you are being very absurd!
People come to the Dean’s office to solve problems pertaining their classes, which means complaint are of course to be expected. The real problem laid in here: Why had he gotten himself here in the first place?
He was going to fill out forms to drop Psych230: Origin of Cognitive Abilities. It was the class Junsu also took, which turn was exactly the reason why he wanted to drop it. He didn’t feel like seeing Junsu.
But the uncomfortable surrounding made his brain rephrase this in a much worse way (or just a plainer and clearer way): He was dropping a class to get rid of an admirer.
Of course there had been past situations in which admirers he wanted to cut off were in the same class, but he always found ways to deal with them. Some tricks would be enough to get them to drop the class, not him. No one mattered so much that he would have to drop a class because of them.
And yet now… Because of Junsu…
Dropping a class was something so common among students, but now the idea was becoming more and more annoying to him.
Changmin could not bear to think anymore. To Hell with it! He would come back near the time of the midterms to fill in the forms, no rush anyway!
“Shim Changmin, your turn!”
The female clerk called out. Several heads turned around quickly upon realizing the famous Shim was there. But Changmin didn’t give a damn. He opened the door violently and walked straight out. “Shim Changmin, you…”
The voice was silenced when the door behind him closed.
Changmin rushed out out the building, into the brisk Spring air. It was still a bit chilly but the sky was so bright and blue it blinded him for some seconds.
Right at that moment, Changmin felt the phone in his pocket starting to buzz. He took it and touched the screen to answer the call.
“Moshimoshi, okaa-san?”
“Changmin-san, your father is back. Come to the main house now.”
End 6
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Changmin x Yuri, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst, Psychological
Rating: PG 15
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: Chopin Nocturne Op. 27 No. 2 - Martha Argerich
Changmin woke up from troubled dreams. His body was full of sweat.
He looked around to find out where he was, then realizing it was a place he knew, he exhaled in relief.
He got out from bed, grabbed the silk robe on the floor and put it on. Then he turned to the night stand, on which laid a cigarrette pack. He took out one from it with his teeth and lips, hands grabbing a Bob Marley zippo and an ashtray, then walked to the balcony.
As he opened the sliding door, cold air rushed to engulf him. For a moment he felt suffocated. But as the cigarrette was lit and he inhaled the first breath of nicotine, warmth came back. Changmin felt the smoke ran from his mouth to the inner of his nose, then straight to the brain, deep into each of the neurons - at which point he started to become conscious of his surrounding.
It was dark. This villa was built in quite a surburban area and Changmin used it for large gatherings with friends, those which would always consist of noises and music. At night when everyone had left, it was completely quiet, except for the rustling sound of trees everytime a breeze of wind blew by.
Changmin helped himself to another dose of nicotine and enjoyed this tranquility. He wished someone was there to play him a nocturne by Chopin. Op. 27 no.2 in D flat, maybe. One of his favorites. The feeling would be complete then.
But incomplete as it was, that tranquil feeling did not last long. Soon Changmin heard the sound of the door sliding open. He turned back to see Yuri, whose hand were still putting on a robe to cover her bare breasts. Her face and her naked thighs were pale white under the moon, making her look as frail as a ghost.
“You’re up?” Yuri asked, voice trembling because of the coldness.
“Yeah. Not used to this bed. I don’t usually stay the night here.” He exhaled another smoke, turning back toward the wide air outside.
A second later, he felt Yuri’s arms snaked around his torso. “Changmin-ah, thank you for the surprise birthday party. And Kim Junsu’s performance. I’m so happy.”
Changmin grabbed Yuri’s hands and intertwined her fingers between his.
Just to keep her staying in place and from seeing the smirk on his lips.
A party, and an emotionless version of a piece of music, dong! Even the crime of cheating on your girlfriend is forgiven.
But Changmin didn’t care. The point was that the plan worked out as expected.
“Changmin, why are you smoking? It’s bad for your health.”
“Just once in a while. Wouldn’t hurt.”
“Ahh… You’re a bad boy aren’t you? A consummate student at school and on bed you’re such a beast… Who would have thought?”
Changmin wanted to cringe at the word “consummate”. Such a pretentious choice of word did not suit Yuri but she always tried to use it. And in such inappropriate settings too.
Nevertheless the corner of Changmin’s lips curved up. Yeah. Who’d have known?
"You are quite used to winning in arguments, huh?"
"Well, look at the way they stuttered when trying to argue with you. They clearly was intimidated. Granted you are very smart, but using all that wit on people who were not thinking straight was not very nice."
But so Junsu had said. That guy could see through him.
Changmin turned back and grinded the cigarrette on the ashtray. He took Yuri’s waist and pulled her close. Yuri moaned softly. But Changmin only smiled. “Hey Yuri, is your Medieval Literature lecture class full yet?”
“No. Why?” Yuri’s hand was slithering on Changmin’s chest.
“I’m going to drop the psychology class I’m taking. Need another one because I still want to do 6 credits.”
“But isn’t Psychology your major?” Yuri asked as she rubbed her body on the lower part of Changmin's. “Why dropping it now?”
“I’m bored.” Changmin groped Yuri's bum and started caressing it.
“Uhmm…” Yuri moaned when Changmin's hot tongue licked her neck, “You can always take the Medi Lit class with me. We can spend more time together... ahhnn...”
Changmin smirked as he went down lower on Yuri’s body. He didn't intend to answer.
Not that Yuri could hear anything more anyway.
After finishing all Monday classes, Changmin strolled his way down the hill to the administrative building - a grim stone-built building at the center of the campus. He shopped Yuri’s Lit class and it was not bad, so he could drop the Psych course without worrying about it affecting his semester.
He opened the wooden door of the Dean’s Office and walked in. Some students were sitting there, waiting for their turns. From the look of it most were there to drop classes (but for what else one would go to the Dean’s Office anyway?).
Changmin did not like to sit, so he leaned against the wall, waiting for his turn. He consulted his watch: still 3 more minutes. Perhaps not worth taking out a book and read. So instead, he decided to listen to other people talking.
He regretted it immediately.
People around him were chatting about the classes they were about to drop: Math 120, PoliSci 230, etc. etc. Mostly complaints. Like how the professors were harsh at grading. How the readings were boring. How the workload was too much.
Changmin always loathed hearing complaints, especially those about classes. Yet never before had he been in the company of so many people complaining all at the same time.
He looked around, trying to block the conversations out of his ears, but to no avail. He suddenly felt the clean stony look, and the white light they used here so vexing too.
He looked at the watch. Still 1 more minute until his turn. He felt so uncomfortable and unrelated to this environment, that he started to feel his height was not helping at all - he felt too conscious of himself. How he wished to be out asap.
Oh but Shim Changmin, you are being very absurd!
People come to the Dean’s office to solve problems pertaining their classes, which means complaint are of course to be expected. The real problem laid in here: Why had he gotten himself here in the first place?
He was going to fill out forms to drop Psych230: Origin of Cognitive Abilities. It was the class Junsu also took, which turn was exactly the reason why he wanted to drop it. He didn’t feel like seeing Junsu.
But the uncomfortable surrounding made his brain rephrase this in a much worse way (or just a plainer and clearer way): He was dropping a class to get rid of an admirer.
Of course there had been past situations in which admirers he wanted to cut off were in the same class, but he always found ways to deal with them. Some tricks would be enough to get them to drop the class, not him. No one mattered so much that he would have to drop a class because of them.
And yet now… Because of Junsu…
Dropping a class was something so common among students, but now the idea was becoming more and more annoying to him.
Changmin could not bear to think anymore. To Hell with it! He would come back near the time of the midterms to fill in the forms, no rush anyway!
“Shim Changmin, your turn!”
The female clerk called out. Several heads turned around quickly upon realizing the famous Shim was there. But Changmin didn’t give a damn. He opened the door violently and walked straight out. “Shim Changmin, you…”
The voice was silenced when the door behind him closed.
Changmin rushed out out the building, into the brisk Spring air. It was still a bit chilly but the sky was so bright and blue it blinded him for some seconds.
Right at that moment, Changmin felt the phone in his pocket starting to buzz. He took it and touched the screen to answer the call.
“Moshimoshi, okaa-san?”
“Changmin-san, your father is back. Come to the main house now.”
End 6