Believe (what you believe) - Oneshot (Homin)
Title: Believe (what you believe)
Author: kayjayloves
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: Homin
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: action
Rating: PG-13
Warning: character death. cussing.
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: And Yunho has a split second of insanity
Comments: msn drabble for tvxqluvv. inspired by the_audio_mess playlist #16.
“Draw.” The black-eyed one says. Yunho can’t look at his face too long, drawn in and repulsed by the cold fever he sees in the crease of his eyebrows, the hollows of his eyes. He can’t held but think he shouldn’t be in a place like this.
But work is work.
They draw cards; place bets. Money has always had the same feel in Yunho’s hands - promising. But then the doors burst open, letting in the frantic pulse of music overhead. “Two more,” spits the owner. When he closes the door behind him the silence hits Yunho in the face.
There’s an older business man in front, his palms already sweaty and his face red. The boy next to him looks cool, collected. He’s tall and his face is too young to be in a place like this. He doesn't look old enough to order himself a beer.
“Well.” says Yoochun, eyes smiling. “If we have newcomers, we need a new game.”
He places the gun on the table. Click, and even though Yunho’s played this one before, with Jaejoong and Yoochun and the nameless dead stranger in a back alley, he hates the sound. He hates the way the tall, young boy across the way looks interested.
“Roulette,” says the black-eyed man. “All in.”
“Yes.” Yoochun says. He shoves the gun across the table to Yunho. “Check the bullets.”
And Yunho has a split second of insanity, where he wonders if he’s still as good at the trade as he used to be. Yoochun starts in on pooling more bets, and in the hazy grey light Yunho counts. One, one, two, dammit. All he can see is the boy with his fingers dripping crimson.
“Ready?” Yoochun asks. And he prays no one sees the little bit he jumps. They start the game.
click.
click.
click.
He better have counted right. The boy puts the gun to his temple.
(Yunho remembers dust on the floor of his apartment building. Jaejoong sitting up with him late at night as Yoochun throws up in the bathroom. Words written on the floor, love. hope. Jaejoong brushed them away with his feet.
You’re a romantic. Yunho. He’d said. You’re a little stupid.)
click.
Empty barrel.
“Rigged.” The boy spits out, heavy whisper passion. “You fucking rigged it.”
“Did you want to die?” Yunho asks, the revolver to his forehead.
bang.
Author: kayjayloves
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: Homin
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: action
Rating: PG-13
Warning: character death. cussing.
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: And Yunho has a split second of insanity
Comments: msn drabble for tvxqluvv. inspired by the_audio_mess playlist #16.
“Draw.” The black-eyed one says. Yunho can’t look at his face too long, drawn in and repulsed by the cold fever he sees in the crease of his eyebrows, the hollows of his eyes. He can’t held but think he shouldn’t be in a place like this.
But work is work.
They draw cards; place bets. Money has always had the same feel in Yunho’s hands - promising. But then the doors burst open, letting in the frantic pulse of music overhead. “Two more,” spits the owner. When he closes the door behind him the silence hits Yunho in the face.
There’s an older business man in front, his palms already sweaty and his face red. The boy next to him looks cool, collected. He’s tall and his face is too young to be in a place like this. He doesn't look old enough to order himself a beer.
“Well.” says Yoochun, eyes smiling. “If we have newcomers, we need a new game.”
He places the gun on the table. Click, and even though Yunho’s played this one before, with Jaejoong and Yoochun and the nameless dead stranger in a back alley, he hates the sound. He hates the way the tall, young boy across the way looks interested.
“Roulette,” says the black-eyed man. “All in.”
“Yes.” Yoochun says. He shoves the gun across the table to Yunho. “Check the bullets.”
And Yunho has a split second of insanity, where he wonders if he’s still as good at the trade as he used to be. Yoochun starts in on pooling more bets, and in the hazy grey light Yunho counts. One, one, two, dammit. All he can see is the boy with his fingers dripping crimson.
“Ready?” Yoochun asks. And he prays no one sees the little bit he jumps. They start the game.
click.
click.
click.
He better have counted right. The boy puts the gun to his temple.
(Yunho remembers dust on the floor of his apartment building. Jaejoong sitting up with him late at night as Yoochun throws up in the bathroom. Words written on the floor, love. hope. Jaejoong brushed them away with his feet.
You’re a romantic. Yunho. He’d said. You’re a little stupid.)
click.
Empty barrel.
“Rigged.” The boy spits out, heavy whisper passion. “You fucking rigged it.”
“Did you want to die?” Yunho asks, the revolver to his forehead.
bang.