Probability ; Jaejoong/Changmin
My second contest entry for _starcandy's Awesome!1000+ Contest, using the prompt: chance. This was inspired by the Prisoner's Dilemma. I personally like my first entry Gravity much better than this.
Title: Probability
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Jaejoong/Changmin
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
Probability
Jaejoong stands by the window, ribbons of moonlight streaming down his back, pooling at his feet. Changmin watches as Jaejoong slowly buttons up his shirt, long slender fingers working quietly.
Changmin calls his name in a low voice, standing at the doorway, barefooted and shivering.
Jaejoong turns away from the window, smiles, holds out a hand, an invitation.
"If anything goes wrong," Jaejoong tells Changmin. "Run."
Changmin grins. "It's what I do best."
They are both committing the crime for different reasons. Jaejoong is doing it for the reward, for the thrill; Changmin is doing it because without his help, Jaejoong will get caught.
Jaejoong drags Changmin forward by the knot of his tie, and the look in his eyes leaves Changmin breathless. Jaejoong kisses him forcefully, his fingers around Changmin's tie tightening and his other hand moving to grasp Changmin's wrist.
When Changmin opens his eyes, someone has painted the rest of world with muted colours, so Jaejoong in all his bold, stark colours is all he can see.
"Do you trust me?" Jaejoong whispers in between kisses. The hand on Changmin's wrist loosens and grabs the end of his tie. Changmin realises that Jaejoong can strangle him with his own tie, all Jaejoong needs to do is pull. "Do you trust me?" Jaejoong repeats, their noses bumping.
Changmin closes his eyes. "I trust you," he chokes out.
That night, Jaejoong ties Changmin to the bed with colourful silk ties, and teaches Changmin how to abandon himself.
The night before they get caught, Jaejoong cooks. He walks around the kitchen wearing one of Changmin's t-shirts, and a red apron. Changmin just watches, watches the way Jaejoong bends over the pot, spatula in hand, the way Jaejoong wipes his hands on the apron, the way Jaejoong peers into the refrigerator.
Changmin reaches out and pulls at Jaejoong's apron until it comes undone.
Jaejoong slaps his hands away. "I'm cooking-"
Changmin ignores his protest, and ends up being attacked by the spatula Jaejoong's holding.
Changmin crosses his arms. The room is grey and cold, and there is no Jaejoong to add a burst of colour or life.
"If the both of you say nothing," the man tells him, tapping a pen against the table. "The court has enough evidence to sentence the both of you to year's imprisonment."
Changmin makes sure his face remains blank.
"If either you or your dear friend alone confesses, that person will get only a three-month sentence, but the other person can get up to ten years," the man's grin is feral. "If both of you confess, you will both get three years each."
Changmin clenches his jaw. He should have expected this. He knows which is the safest choice, but he also knows which is the right choice. He studied this, he studied all the possibilities, but he never realised how different things would be when love comes into the equation.
Changmin realises he has no idea what Jaejoong would do.
"A coin," he tells the man. "I need a coin."
They met three years ago. Changmin was young, impressionable, looking for love. Instead, he found Jaejoong- Jaejoong with his dangerous smile and wide eyes- Jaejoong who wanted him, needed him.
"Help me," Jaejoong asked.
"A coin," Changmin told Jaejoong. "I need a coin."
The coin toss did not fail him that time and it must not fail him this time.
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MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
Title: Probability
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Jaejoong/Changmin
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
Probability
Jaejoong stands by the window, ribbons of moonlight streaming down his back, pooling at his feet. Changmin watches as Jaejoong slowly buttons up his shirt, long slender fingers working quietly.
Changmin calls his name in a low voice, standing at the doorway, barefooted and shivering.
Jaejoong turns away from the window, smiles, holds out a hand, an invitation.
"If anything goes wrong," Jaejoong tells Changmin. "Run."
Changmin grins. "It's what I do best."
They are both committing the crime for different reasons. Jaejoong is doing it for the reward, for the thrill; Changmin is doing it because without his help, Jaejoong will get caught.
Jaejoong drags Changmin forward by the knot of his tie, and the look in his eyes leaves Changmin breathless. Jaejoong kisses him forcefully, his fingers around Changmin's tie tightening and his other hand moving to grasp Changmin's wrist.
When Changmin opens his eyes, someone has painted the rest of world with muted colours, so Jaejoong in all his bold, stark colours is all he can see.
"Do you trust me?" Jaejoong whispers in between kisses. The hand on Changmin's wrist loosens and grabs the end of his tie. Changmin realises that Jaejoong can strangle him with his own tie, all Jaejoong needs to do is pull. "Do you trust me?" Jaejoong repeats, their noses bumping.
Changmin closes his eyes. "I trust you," he chokes out.
That night, Jaejoong ties Changmin to the bed with colourful silk ties, and teaches Changmin how to abandon himself.
The night before they get caught, Jaejoong cooks. He walks around the kitchen wearing one of Changmin's t-shirts, and a red apron. Changmin just watches, watches the way Jaejoong bends over the pot, spatula in hand, the way Jaejoong wipes his hands on the apron, the way Jaejoong peers into the refrigerator.
Changmin reaches out and pulls at Jaejoong's apron until it comes undone.
Jaejoong slaps his hands away. "I'm cooking-"
Changmin ignores his protest, and ends up being attacked by the spatula Jaejoong's holding.
Changmin crosses his arms. The room is grey and cold, and there is no Jaejoong to add a burst of colour or life.
"If the both of you say nothing," the man tells him, tapping a pen against the table. "The court has enough evidence to sentence the both of you to year's imprisonment."
Changmin makes sure his face remains blank.
"If either you or your dear friend alone confesses, that person will get only a three-month sentence, but the other person can get up to ten years," the man's grin is feral. "If both of you confess, you will both get three years each."
Changmin clenches his jaw. He should have expected this. He knows which is the safest choice, but he also knows which is the right choice. He studied this, he studied all the possibilities, but he never realised how different things would be when love comes into the equation.
Changmin realises he has no idea what Jaejoong would do.
"A coin," he tells the man. "I need a coin."
They met three years ago. Changmin was young, impressionable, looking for love. Instead, he found Jaejoong- Jaejoong with his dangerous smile and wide eyes- Jaejoong who wanted him, needed him.
"Help me," Jaejoong asked.
"A coin," Changmin told Jaejoong. "I need a coin."
The coin toss did not fail him that time and it must not fail him this time.
Vote for the contest here.
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE