Dangerously Addictive [4/??]
Title: Dangerously Addictive
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Genre: Mystery/Drama/Tragedy/Angst
Rating: NC-17 (beginning and end), PG-13 (middle)
Warning: Un-beta'd and character death(s)
Summary: Jaejoong needed security, understanding, and love. But the thrill of leading others into his web and seeing them succumb to their deaths, drives a different desire, one that's too late to turn back from.
-x-
Changmin sipped his drink cautiously while carefully watching out for his so-called target. After the confession he had heard from Yoochun the night before, he didn't waste any time in getting right down to business.
Earlier that day, he had gone over his plan with Yunho and had a chat with Yoochun. He wanted to know more about his target's past in order to understand why the man decided to kill in the first place and to get a sense of how he could develop a disguise in order to attract said target. He took another sip of his whiskey and cola mixture when a tap on his shoulder alerted him.
How could I have not seen him come in? I --
Changmin turned around and found himself face-to-face with someone else. He almost scowled at the nervous man, but composed himself in time to flash a friendly smile,
"Yes?"
"Um," the man fidgeted, "Are you alone?"
Changmin mentally rolled his eyes.
Is he that oblivious? Shouldn't the empty seats on both sides of me be an indication that I'm here alone?
"Yes. Why?"
"M-My friends told me to ask if you wanted to dance with them . . ."
Changmin looked over the man's shoulders and spotted a group of college girls waving flirtatiously at him. He moved to acknowledged them when he noticed a slight movement in his peripheral vision and realized that the man in front of him was discreetly trying to pour a small bag of white powder into his drink.
So that's their plan all along . . . Might as well play along until my target arrives.
"I would like to," Changmin said with a small smile and brought his drink up to his lips for a sip. He smiled with his eyes at the man in front of him while pressing his lips tight together as he pretended to take a drink. He glanced over at the group of girls not far away and saw the secret glances they were giving each other.
They're so obvious.
He placed his drink down, "But I can't. I'm actually waiting for someone. Please tell your friends that."
"O-Oh. But one dance? Just one," the man looked scared and uncomfortable. Changmin didn't feel any pity for the man. The man probably agreed to the girls because one of them was probably his secret crush and he wanted to show her that he was a man that could take orders. He wasn't there at the club to entertain a bunch of girls who wanted to show off their power to manipulate boys into doing their dirty work.
"I'm sorry, I can't," Changmin apologized.
"Please," the man pleaded. Changmin sighed and got up from his seat. He had no time to play with their games. He walked over to the group of girls and heard their quick whispers and small squeals of joy. He stood in front of them,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not here to entertain you. Please find someone else to dance with."
He saw the rejection on their faces before turning away back to his seat without a glance at the man's hung head. He waved a bartender over,
"Can you throw this away and give me a brand new drink? The same one, a cola with whiskey."
He sat back and gave a quick glance at the entryway then looked down at his watch. Where was Kim Jaejoong?
-x-
He spent the whole day out buying a new wardrobe and Jaejoong liked the way he had a new outfit to wear to the club. He stepped into the club and went straight for the bar. He didn't know that he would find his next target so easily. The person who caught his eye, sat at one of the bar stools nursing a drink. He watched for a second as the man took a sip of his drink. He imagined those lips wrapping themselves around his cock.
He looks like the type that would give a good blow job . . . and maybe a good fuck too.
Jaejoong smoothed his hair and walked on over. He leaned on the counter next to the man and spoke to the bartender, ordering his original drink. Then he turned his head to the side and stared at the man,
"Is this your first time here? I don't think I've seen you around before?"
He always bragged to Yoochun about how good a reader of eyes he was, but with the man sitting in front of him, staring back at him, he couldn't read the man's expression.
"You're right, but this is my second time," the man spoke and Jaejoong wondered what his name would sounded like from those lips.
"I see," Jaejoong smiled and gave a thanks to the bartender when his drink arrived. He turned back to the man,
"So, what's your name?"
"Changmin. Shim Changmin," the man said. Jaejoong broke out into a smile,
"Changmin . . ."
Then he leaned closer and whispered, noticing just slightly how the other man leaned away,
"Do you want to know what your name sounds like when I scream it in bed?"
"I'm not gay," the man said, but Jaejoong only smirked wider.
"I have a knack for turning straight men gay."
The man stared at him, then proceeded to drain his drink. Jaejoong watched the man place his empty glass down and after minutes of silence between them, he noticed the man's head had drooped a little. Jaejoong wondered if the man was slightly drunk and if he was, then it would make things even easier for him to take advantage of the man. He quirked the corner of his lips and cocked his head,
"How much have you had to drink?"
The man whined and raised a finger in the air. Jaejoong smiled at how adorable the other man was because of his low alcohol tolerance.
"It's a crime to be drunk and cute at the same time," Jaejoong said to the now unresponsive man. He turned to the bartender,
"I'll pay for his drinks too. How much does it cost?"
-x-
Changmin pretended to be out of it, listening closely as his target whispered comforting words in his ear while being led out of the club. He opened his eyes just a bit to see where they were heading.
"We're almost there."
He wanted to ask where they were going but then he noticed an apartment complex just up the block and kept his lips shut. He stumbled slightly, leaning half of his weight on the other man.
"Sorry," he mumbled and his heart leapt at the chuckle that came from the other man's throat. They both continued to walk until they reached the apartment complex. They entered into the lobby of the building and stopped at the elevator. Changmin waited with his head against the other man's shoulders as the elevator finally arrived and the doors opened. Once inside, he opened his eyes just in time to see the 3rd Floor button being pressed.
I knew that he lived near the crime scene for the murders to happen at the same club, but I never knew that he would be so nearby, being just a few blocks away. I guess that's why we can never find him because he lived so close, which made it easy for him to safely escape from the area.
The elevator doors opened and he was dragged out to a door down the left corridor.
"Sorry, but can you lean on the wall for just a second? I don't have enough hands to input my password," Changmin heard the other man say. He let the other man place him against the wall and he let his legs turn to jelly, forcing his body to slide down the wall into a sitting position. He waited until the other man input the password in, frustrated that he couldn't take a peek to see what the code looked like and heard the distinct click of the lock opening.
"Okay, work with me here. Get up," the man said with a hand gripping his elbow. He weakly pushed himself up as the other man helped him on his feet. He pretended to sway just as he was lead into the apartment. Inside, he expected the apartment to be furnished with the best things from all the money he had stolen, but it wasn't so. Inside was bare except for a couple of furniture pieces placed around the room.
"You can lay here," Changmin felt the soft cushion beneath his body and let himself go lax. He turned onto his side and snuggled into the couch pillow, letting out a small satisfied groan.
"The one time I bring a man home and he's drunk," Changmin heard a sigh from the man. He was confused momentarily, wondering if Kim Jaejoong was really the man that he was looking for. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to go through his things and take his wallet? What was there to wait for?
He heard the other man leave the room and he managed to open his eyes fully for a few seconds before the footsteps returned and he had to close his eyes again. At the touch of something covering him, he forced himself to change positions, moving to lay on his back. He pulled off the blanket from his body, whining in discomfort.
"Don't pull it off, you're going to get cold," The other man's voice was caring, too caring to even pull off a murder crime.
"I'm sorry," Changmin whispered, flinching and curling within himself as he put his plan into motion. He waited for a few seconds for the man to respond to his bait. He could feel the other's stare on him as if trying to figure out if what he said was true.
"I'm sorry, father. Please don't hurt me," Changmin continued and heard the other man suck in a breath. He wanted to smile in victory for successfully baiting the other man, but he still had to keep his act up.
"It's okay. It's okay, your father won't ever hurt you anymore," the other man said, rubbing his arm in a comforting manner and gently placing the blanket over him this time. Changmin let the other man cover him with a blanket and just like he practiced, he managed to squeeze out a tear from the corner of his eye. He felt the other man brush the tear away from his cheek.
"You're the same as me . . ." Changmin heard the other man whisper and almost flinched when a hand brushed the hair from his face,
"But don't worry . . . I'll make sure that people like us, get the revenge that we deserve."
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Genre: Mystery/Drama/Tragedy/Angst
Rating: NC-17 (beginning and end), PG-13 (middle)
Warning: Un-beta'd and character death(s)
Summary: Jaejoong needed security, understanding, and love. But the thrill of leading others into his web and seeing them succumb to their deaths, drives a different desire, one that's too late to turn back from.
-x-
Changmin sipped his drink cautiously while carefully watching out for his so-called target. After the confession he had heard from Yoochun the night before, he didn't waste any time in getting right down to business.
Earlier that day, he had gone over his plan with Yunho and had a chat with Yoochun. He wanted to know more about his target's past in order to understand why the man decided to kill in the first place and to get a sense of how he could develop a disguise in order to attract said target. He took another sip of his whiskey and cola mixture when a tap on his shoulder alerted him.
How could I have not seen him come in? I --
Changmin turned around and found himself face-to-face with someone else. He almost scowled at the nervous man, but composed himself in time to flash a friendly smile,
"Yes?"
"Um," the man fidgeted, "Are you alone?"
Changmin mentally rolled his eyes.
Is he that oblivious? Shouldn't the empty seats on both sides of me be an indication that I'm here alone?
"Yes. Why?"
"M-My friends told me to ask if you wanted to dance with them . . ."
Changmin looked over the man's shoulders and spotted a group of college girls waving flirtatiously at him. He moved to acknowledged them when he noticed a slight movement in his peripheral vision and realized that the man in front of him was discreetly trying to pour a small bag of white powder into his drink.
So that's their plan all along . . . Might as well play along until my target arrives.
"I would like to," Changmin said with a small smile and brought his drink up to his lips for a sip. He smiled with his eyes at the man in front of him while pressing his lips tight together as he pretended to take a drink. He glanced over at the group of girls not far away and saw the secret glances they were giving each other.
They're so obvious.
He placed his drink down, "But I can't. I'm actually waiting for someone. Please tell your friends that."
"O-Oh. But one dance? Just one," the man looked scared and uncomfortable. Changmin didn't feel any pity for the man. The man probably agreed to the girls because one of them was probably his secret crush and he wanted to show her that he was a man that could take orders. He wasn't there at the club to entertain a bunch of girls who wanted to show off their power to manipulate boys into doing their dirty work.
"I'm sorry, I can't," Changmin apologized.
"Please," the man pleaded. Changmin sighed and got up from his seat. He had no time to play with their games. He walked over to the group of girls and heard their quick whispers and small squeals of joy. He stood in front of them,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not here to entertain you. Please find someone else to dance with."
He saw the rejection on their faces before turning away back to his seat without a glance at the man's hung head. He waved a bartender over,
"Can you throw this away and give me a brand new drink? The same one, a cola with whiskey."
He sat back and gave a quick glance at the entryway then looked down at his watch. Where was Kim Jaejoong?
-x-
He spent the whole day out buying a new wardrobe and Jaejoong liked the way he had a new outfit to wear to the club. He stepped into the club and went straight for the bar. He didn't know that he would find his next target so easily. The person who caught his eye, sat at one of the bar stools nursing a drink. He watched for a second as the man took a sip of his drink. He imagined those lips wrapping themselves around his cock.
He looks like the type that would give a good blow job . . . and maybe a good fuck too.
Jaejoong smoothed his hair and walked on over. He leaned on the counter next to the man and spoke to the bartender, ordering his original drink. Then he turned his head to the side and stared at the man,
"Is this your first time here? I don't think I've seen you around before?"
He always bragged to Yoochun about how good a reader of eyes he was, but with the man sitting in front of him, staring back at him, he couldn't read the man's expression.
"You're right, but this is my second time," the man spoke and Jaejoong wondered what his name would sounded like from those lips.
"I see," Jaejoong smiled and gave a thanks to the bartender when his drink arrived. He turned back to the man,
"So, what's your name?"
"Changmin. Shim Changmin," the man said. Jaejoong broke out into a smile,
"Changmin . . ."
Then he leaned closer and whispered, noticing just slightly how the other man leaned away,
"Do you want to know what your name sounds like when I scream it in bed?"
"I'm not gay," the man said, but Jaejoong only smirked wider.
"I have a knack for turning straight men gay."
The man stared at him, then proceeded to drain his drink. Jaejoong watched the man place his empty glass down and after minutes of silence between them, he noticed the man's head had drooped a little. Jaejoong wondered if the man was slightly drunk and if he was, then it would make things even easier for him to take advantage of the man. He quirked the corner of his lips and cocked his head,
"How much have you had to drink?"
The man whined and raised a finger in the air. Jaejoong smiled at how adorable the other man was because of his low alcohol tolerance.
"It's a crime to be drunk and cute at the same time," Jaejoong said to the now unresponsive man. He turned to the bartender,
"I'll pay for his drinks too. How much does it cost?"
-x-
Changmin pretended to be out of it, listening closely as his target whispered comforting words in his ear while being led out of the club. He opened his eyes just a bit to see where they were heading.
"We're almost there."
He wanted to ask where they were going but then he noticed an apartment complex just up the block and kept his lips shut. He stumbled slightly, leaning half of his weight on the other man.
"Sorry," he mumbled and his heart leapt at the chuckle that came from the other man's throat. They both continued to walk until they reached the apartment complex. They entered into the lobby of the building and stopped at the elevator. Changmin waited with his head against the other man's shoulders as the elevator finally arrived and the doors opened. Once inside, he opened his eyes just in time to see the 3rd Floor button being pressed.
I knew that he lived near the crime scene for the murders to happen at the same club, but I never knew that he would be so nearby, being just a few blocks away. I guess that's why we can never find him because he lived so close, which made it easy for him to safely escape from the area.
The elevator doors opened and he was dragged out to a door down the left corridor.
"Sorry, but can you lean on the wall for just a second? I don't have enough hands to input my password," Changmin heard the other man say. He let the other man place him against the wall and he let his legs turn to jelly, forcing his body to slide down the wall into a sitting position. He waited until the other man input the password in, frustrated that he couldn't take a peek to see what the code looked like and heard the distinct click of the lock opening.
"Okay, work with me here. Get up," the man said with a hand gripping his elbow. He weakly pushed himself up as the other man helped him on his feet. He pretended to sway just as he was lead into the apartment. Inside, he expected the apartment to be furnished with the best things from all the money he had stolen, but it wasn't so. Inside was bare except for a couple of furniture pieces placed around the room.
"You can lay here," Changmin felt the soft cushion beneath his body and let himself go lax. He turned onto his side and snuggled into the couch pillow, letting out a small satisfied groan.
"The one time I bring a man home and he's drunk," Changmin heard a sigh from the man. He was confused momentarily, wondering if Kim Jaejoong was really the man that he was looking for. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to go through his things and take his wallet? What was there to wait for?
He heard the other man leave the room and he managed to open his eyes fully for a few seconds before the footsteps returned and he had to close his eyes again. At the touch of something covering him, he forced himself to change positions, moving to lay on his back. He pulled off the blanket from his body, whining in discomfort.
"Don't pull it off, you're going to get cold," The other man's voice was caring, too caring to even pull off a murder crime.
"I'm sorry," Changmin whispered, flinching and curling within himself as he put his plan into motion. He waited for a few seconds for the man to respond to his bait. He could feel the other's stare on him as if trying to figure out if what he said was true.
"I'm sorry, father. Please don't hurt me," Changmin continued and heard the other man suck in a breath. He wanted to smile in victory for successfully baiting the other man, but he still had to keep his act up.
"It's okay. It's okay, your father won't ever hurt you anymore," the other man said, rubbing his arm in a comforting manner and gently placing the blanket over him this time. Changmin let the other man cover him with a blanket and just like he practiced, he managed to squeeze out a tear from the corner of his eye. He felt the other man brush the tear away from his cheek.
"You're the same as me . . ." Changmin heard the other man whisper and almost flinched when a hand brushed the hair from his face,
"But don't worry . . . I'll make sure that people like us, get the revenge that we deserve."
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