Wildflowers [2]
Title: Wildflowers
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [2/?]
Genre: Romance, angst, slight smut
Rating: NC-17(ish)
Warnings: Some smuttiness, some language (mostly Junsu), umm...does implied abuse count as a warning? o.o
Summary: Changmin sits back and watches love bloom. It grows wild and unwanted.
Previous Chapters
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Two
Changmin is still dreaming when an alarm goes off.
He hears shuffling on the other side of the room. The bathroom door opens and closes. Running water and shuffling steps to blindly comb through the closet for something decent to wear, careful not to leave the bathroom door open long enough to let the light disturb the third person still lying in bed. Changmin thinks he's off the hook til a large hand gently nudges his shoulder.
"When's your first class?" The mattress dips under Yunho's knee and he leans over the bed close enough for Changmin to smell the fresh mint on his breath. He doesn't answer.
Junsu stumbles over a shoe while fruitlessly wrestling a T-shirt over his head. "I'll have your balls shipped to the science department by lunch, bitch. And your nipples. You kicked me out of bed twice. Twice."
Yunho ignores him, massaging the back of Changmin's neck. "You promised, Changmin." His breath tingles against Changmin's ear. "Tell us what happened last night."
Changmin considers faking sleep. Or yelling. Or shaking it all off like Yunho's the one talking crazy. He hears Junsu trip again over a stray textbook, bag slung over his back and a make-shift essay in one hand and puts his free hand on the door knob.
But he waits. Patiently, Junsu waits. Changmin inhales deeply. And holds it.
When he can't stand it anymore, he exhales, "Jaejoong."
The air is still while three men hold their own breath, waiting for a signal to tell them it's safe to inhale the tension. Changmin bites down on his thumb hard enough to split bone.
Junsu shuffles at the door, hesitating. "I--I've really got to turn in this paper or else I'm screwed." His hand squeezes the doorknob but he doesn't yet turn it. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."
Changmin shakes his head to let him know, It's okay, man. Don't worry about me, but his head's so deep buried in the sheets, he doubts the other sees it.
"Are you going to class today?" Yunho asks, voice low and comforting.
Changmin mumbles something along the lines of, "Of course."
Meanwhile, Junsu is practically jumping from foot to foot, brow set in worry til he finally flings the door open and growling. "Dammit! Little bastard waits til the morning my midterm paper is due to tell me his fucking problems and makes me feel like shit for bailing on him. You owe me dinner, Changmin!"
The door is left wide open as his rushed footsteps echo down the hallway.
Yunho waits a few beats longer before giving Changmin's arm one last squeeze, grabs his things and softly closes the door behind him.
Changmin waits.
Until the nausea goes away.
Until the door to his own room across the hall finally opens and shuts and a pair of feet, maybe two echo down the hallway and disappear.
Changmin is very late to his next class.
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Changmin figures he'll just grab an apple at the cafeteria between classes until he's accused of being a lying traitor.
"What?" Changmin puts down his apple.
Jaejoong settles himself on the other side of the table. He's got nothing to eat and a stack of books he doesn't intend to read just yet. "You promised."
"I did?"
Jaejoong pinches his arm. His smirk is beautiful. "That you'd only eat my cooking."
It clicks in Changmin's head. "This is only an apple."
"I could've made you apple sauce."
"No, you wouldn't."
"I'd do anything for you."
"No, you wouldn't."
Jaejoong just smirks. "Should I expect you for dinner tonight, traitor?"
Changmin takes a huge bite of his apple, talking around the pieces in his mouth, licking the juice dribbling down his jaw. "I'm still paying for the meal plan."
Jaejoong purses his bruised, blushing lips. "It's your choice." He stands up but leaves his stack of books on the table. His gaze lingers on Changmin for much too long and Changmin would give anything to read his mind.
Jaejoong turns on his heel and walks away and Changmin knows his next move. He'd been through this choreography before. He abandons his apple on the table, scoops Jaejoong's books in his arms, along with his own and follows suit.
He walks Jaejoong to his next class, side by side across a green quad, arms screaming for him to let go. Jaejoong hums a tune he'd made up, breathing every breath fully, chest expanding like air could make him drunk off of life. He smiles a little.
The only sounds are the simple whisper of the wind jostling the leaves and Jaejoong's smooth, lilting voice, and the increasing dull ache in Changmin's arms. Quiet and thoughtless. He savored moments like this the most.
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Jaejoong is like a girl sometimes. Always needing someone with him to do the simplest things. Like going to the library where he didn't study. Like going to the bathroom to smoke where he wasn't supposed to. Like walking him to his next class where Changmin knows he won't learn a damn thing.
Changmin is late to his own class again.
He's so used to this routine that he doesn't run anymore. Jaejoong has ruined much more than Changmin's reputation for punctuality. His professor no longer cares. The old man just twitches an eyebrow-- "It's THAT kid again," --and continues lecturing while Changmin bumps into desks and steps on enough toes to irritate everyone within a ten meter diameter.
By the time Changmin returns to the dorm later that evening, his arms are tired and sore. He groans when he bumps into Yunho in the hallway.
"Where are you going?" He already knows.
"Hapkido practice." Yunho jostles the duffel bag over his shoulder. "Where are you coming from?"
"Studying."
Yunho chuckles. "Of course."
"Don't say it."
"I didn't say anything."
"You're thinking it."
"Thinking what?"
"That I'm a hikikomori* nerd."
Yunho doubles over laughing and Changmin wishes he could throw a book at him but he needs it in tact for his biochemistry exam next week. The truth hurt like a kick in the balls.
Changmin leaves Yunho to his own glee and rounds the corner, thinking Yunho won't be laughing ten years from now when Changmin is his surgeon and Yunho is in desperate need of a lobotomy and his balls sewed back on. Thank you for your patronage, Kim Junsu.
He passes by the kitchen and stops in his tracks. Something is burning unmistakably. Changmin peeps into the room but no one is there. A light cloud of smoke pours from the pot on the stove. Changmin quickly turns it off before it sets off an alarm.
At first he thinks maybe Heechul took a shower in the middle of cooking again and should therefore be banned from the kitchen if he's so intent on burning them all to the ground.
He sniffs.
No. Definitely Jaejoong's cooking.
As Changmin heads down the hallway toward his room, a little miffed that he skipped dinner in the cafeteria for burnt stir fry, it doesn't hit him til too late that Jaejoong normally studies halfheartedly in the kitchen while he cooks or in the very least, stares out the kitchen window.
He reaches for the doorknob and it pulls back before he can grasp it.
He locks eyes with Yoochun. His shirt is half unbuttoned and he smells thick and creamy. He barely blinks as he brushes passed Changmin coldly and disappears around the corner.
Jaejoong is kneeling in front of his bed, flushed and hair out of place. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
Changmin swallows and closes the door behind him while Jaejoong wordlessly digs under his bed.
"Your food was burning." Changmin says tonelessly, tossing his book bag on the bed and turning his laptop on. He avoids looking in Jaejoong's direction.
Jaejoong doesn't reply immediately. It takes him a long time to find two books and a notebook under his bed. "I'm not hungry anymore, anyway." He sits on the bed and leans against the wall, cradling the books against his thighs and chewing on a pencil eraser.
Changmin finds something stupid to do on the internet. "Me neither."
Three
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*hikikomori: A socially withdrawn hermit
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [2/?]
Genre: Romance, angst, slight smut
Rating: NC-17(ish)
Warnings: Some smuttiness, some language (mostly Junsu), umm...does implied abuse count as a warning? o.o
Summary: Changmin sits back and watches love bloom. It grows wild and unwanted.
Previous Chapters
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Two
Changmin is still dreaming when an alarm goes off.
He hears shuffling on the other side of the room. The bathroom door opens and closes. Running water and shuffling steps to blindly comb through the closet for something decent to wear, careful not to leave the bathroom door open long enough to let the light disturb the third person still lying in bed. Changmin thinks he's off the hook til a large hand gently nudges his shoulder.
"When's your first class?" The mattress dips under Yunho's knee and he leans over the bed close enough for Changmin to smell the fresh mint on his breath. He doesn't answer.
Junsu stumbles over a shoe while fruitlessly wrestling a T-shirt over his head. "I'll have your balls shipped to the science department by lunch, bitch. And your nipples. You kicked me out of bed twice. Twice."
Yunho ignores him, massaging the back of Changmin's neck. "You promised, Changmin." His breath tingles against Changmin's ear. "Tell us what happened last night."
Changmin considers faking sleep. Or yelling. Or shaking it all off like Yunho's the one talking crazy. He hears Junsu trip again over a stray textbook, bag slung over his back and a make-shift essay in one hand and puts his free hand on the door knob.
But he waits. Patiently, Junsu waits. Changmin inhales deeply. And holds it.
When he can't stand it anymore, he exhales, "Jaejoong."
The air is still while three men hold their own breath, waiting for a signal to tell them it's safe to inhale the tension. Changmin bites down on his thumb hard enough to split bone.
Junsu shuffles at the door, hesitating. "I--I've really got to turn in this paper or else I'm screwed." His hand squeezes the doorknob but he doesn't yet turn it. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."
Changmin shakes his head to let him know, It's okay, man. Don't worry about me, but his head's so deep buried in the sheets, he doubts the other sees it.
"Are you going to class today?" Yunho asks, voice low and comforting.
Changmin mumbles something along the lines of, "Of course."
Meanwhile, Junsu is practically jumping from foot to foot, brow set in worry til he finally flings the door open and growling. "Dammit! Little bastard waits til the morning my midterm paper is due to tell me his fucking problems and makes me feel like shit for bailing on him. You owe me dinner, Changmin!"
The door is left wide open as his rushed footsteps echo down the hallway.
Yunho waits a few beats longer before giving Changmin's arm one last squeeze, grabs his things and softly closes the door behind him.
Changmin waits.
Until the nausea goes away.
Until the door to his own room across the hall finally opens and shuts and a pair of feet, maybe two echo down the hallway and disappear.
Changmin is very late to his next class.
::::
Changmin figures he'll just grab an apple at the cafeteria between classes until he's accused of being a lying traitor.
"What?" Changmin puts down his apple.
Jaejoong settles himself on the other side of the table. He's got nothing to eat and a stack of books he doesn't intend to read just yet. "You promised."
"I did?"
Jaejoong pinches his arm. His smirk is beautiful. "That you'd only eat my cooking."
It clicks in Changmin's head. "This is only an apple."
"I could've made you apple sauce."
"No, you wouldn't."
"I'd do anything for you."
"No, you wouldn't."
Jaejoong just smirks. "Should I expect you for dinner tonight, traitor?"
Changmin takes a huge bite of his apple, talking around the pieces in his mouth, licking the juice dribbling down his jaw. "I'm still paying for the meal plan."
Jaejoong purses his bruised, blushing lips. "It's your choice." He stands up but leaves his stack of books on the table. His gaze lingers on Changmin for much too long and Changmin would give anything to read his mind.
Jaejoong turns on his heel and walks away and Changmin knows his next move. He'd been through this choreography before. He abandons his apple on the table, scoops Jaejoong's books in his arms, along with his own and follows suit.
He walks Jaejoong to his next class, side by side across a green quad, arms screaming for him to let go. Jaejoong hums a tune he'd made up, breathing every breath fully, chest expanding like air could make him drunk off of life. He smiles a little.
The only sounds are the simple whisper of the wind jostling the leaves and Jaejoong's smooth, lilting voice, and the increasing dull ache in Changmin's arms. Quiet and thoughtless. He savored moments like this the most.
:::::
Jaejoong is like a girl sometimes. Always needing someone with him to do the simplest things. Like going to the library where he didn't study. Like going to the bathroom to smoke where he wasn't supposed to. Like walking him to his next class where Changmin knows he won't learn a damn thing.
Changmin is late to his own class again.
He's so used to this routine that he doesn't run anymore. Jaejoong has ruined much more than Changmin's reputation for punctuality. His professor no longer cares. The old man just twitches an eyebrow-- "It's THAT kid again," --and continues lecturing while Changmin bumps into desks and steps on enough toes to irritate everyone within a ten meter diameter.
By the time Changmin returns to the dorm later that evening, his arms are tired and sore. He groans when he bumps into Yunho in the hallway.
"Where are you going?" He already knows.
"Hapkido practice." Yunho jostles the duffel bag over his shoulder. "Where are you coming from?"
"Studying."
Yunho chuckles. "Of course."
"Don't say it."
"I didn't say anything."
"You're thinking it."
"Thinking what?"
"That I'm a hikikomori* nerd."
Yunho doubles over laughing and Changmin wishes he could throw a book at him but he needs it in tact for his biochemistry exam next week. The truth hurt like a kick in the balls.
Changmin leaves Yunho to his own glee and rounds the corner, thinking Yunho won't be laughing ten years from now when Changmin is his surgeon and Yunho is in desperate need of a lobotomy and his balls sewed back on. Thank you for your patronage, Kim Junsu.
He passes by the kitchen and stops in his tracks. Something is burning unmistakably. Changmin peeps into the room but no one is there. A light cloud of smoke pours from the pot on the stove. Changmin quickly turns it off before it sets off an alarm.
At first he thinks maybe Heechul took a shower in the middle of cooking again and should therefore be banned from the kitchen if he's so intent on burning them all to the ground.
He sniffs.
No. Definitely Jaejoong's cooking.
As Changmin heads down the hallway toward his room, a little miffed that he skipped dinner in the cafeteria for burnt stir fry, it doesn't hit him til too late that Jaejoong normally studies halfheartedly in the kitchen while he cooks or in the very least, stares out the kitchen window.
He reaches for the doorknob and it pulls back before he can grasp it.
He locks eyes with Yoochun. His shirt is half unbuttoned and he smells thick and creamy. He barely blinks as he brushes passed Changmin coldly and disappears around the corner.
Jaejoong is kneeling in front of his bed, flushed and hair out of place. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
Changmin swallows and closes the door behind him while Jaejoong wordlessly digs under his bed.
"Your food was burning." Changmin says tonelessly, tossing his book bag on the bed and turning his laptop on. He avoids looking in Jaejoong's direction.
Jaejoong doesn't reply immediately. It takes him a long time to find two books and a notebook under his bed. "I'm not hungry anymore, anyway." He sits on the bed and leans against the wall, cradling the books against his thighs and chewing on a pencil eraser.
Changmin finds something stupid to do on the internet. "Me neither."
Three
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*hikikomori: A socially withdrawn hermit
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