Title: FTW
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a very insane love for Jung Yunho
Pairing: (Implied) Yunjae (ninja!Yoosu)
Length: Long drabble
Genre: Angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Lots of language, sex metaphors(?)
Summary: Jaejoong wants it from him, not You.
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FTW
Fuck the World and everyone in it.
The governor's fucking with my money, all these crinkled job applications are fucking with my mind, Mom's fucking the pool boy, Yoochun's fucking Junsu, Changmin's fucking himself with a dirty magazine and everyone's fucking me over. Let me fuck you back for once, please.
Come on, World. Let me spread you wide open. It won't hurt too much. But if it does, you have permission to pin me to the wall, take everything but the shirt on my back-no, take that, too-and fuck me over once, thrice hard, and please leave me tattered at the seams. Promise we'll be friends in the end, World. Promise me, promise me.
It's not you I want, anyway.
The one I want is long and tall and out of reach, cause he's pulling away when I'm falling off the top of my climax, high and gasping for breath. He's nice and stupid and smiling when I'm not.
But when I grin, he glows; when I laugh, he's in love; when I lean in for a taste, he lies and he's gone and I forget that it's your job, World, to fuck me, not him. He's too nice to grab me by the wrists pinned over my head and have his way because he wants to have me, not use me and it makes me kinda fall apart with a smile, that bastard.
It's all a string of choices. Choices, choices. He's lying when he doesn't choose me. But he wants children, not a Mess; a family, not a whore like me. With that in mind, keep it coming, World, and I won't stop coming for you. It seems I wasn't meant to be on top from the beginning.
Just call me stupid and not a slut when I say I wish that Yunho was my World and not this rude, cocksucking planet leaving cum stains in my wallet.
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Yeah, I know it's been a while. Feel free to throw spiky objects of your choice~ School started and yeah. My bad if this makes no sense. I don't really feel much like making sense today.