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dbsk_flashficTitle: the strange way out (drabble series)
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misstellittome
Word count: 100/100/100/100/100 (500 in total)
Concrit?: please
Pairing: jaejoong&junsu; yoochun&junsu
Rating: pg
Summary: jaejoong and junsu meet at a bar. but when junsu stumbles out of the bar first, he meets someone else.
Author's Notes: first time writing a drabble series. hope it makes sense :)
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i.
the movement was harsh, pulling junsu back, then pushing towards the wall, face first. fingers laced in front of junsu's chest. junsu couldn't stop heaving. behind him, junsu could hear the raucous laughter coming from the bar he'd just stepped out of.
the arms definitely belonged to a man. the muscles were defined though not severly developed. there was hair, standing on end. junsu wondered if he too looked as the man did if one only looked at junsu's arms.
using the momentum on his side, junsu pushed backwards as if trying to fall onto his back.
it didn't work.
ii.
"where'd junsu go?"
large, bulging muscular arms shoved past tightly woven bodies.
"i don't know..." then, "maybe out."
jaejoong, who'd been the one to drive junsu to the bar, was torn. he was drunk and couldn't drive. he wanted to ask junsu, who hadn't touched any alcohol, to drive his car home for him. but if junsu was out doing his own thing...
"well, i can just walk."
the pretty face hid his manly, broad shoulders well. as did his slimmed waist. crowds parted easily for a pretty man. this made jaejoong agreeable. he didn't see what he didn't want.
iii.
the man was shuddering against him. junsu waited for jaejoong's familiar figure to appear. he was beginning to grow frightened. who knew what the man was doing to him?
the embrace from his back grew longer. junsu started to struggle.
"just a while longer..." the man whispered into junsu's ear.
junsu felt a familiar rush of heat course through his back. so hot that it was chilling.
tears pricked the back of his eyeballs. why had he listened to jaejoong?
junsu began begging. "please!"
but at the same time, the man hugging him from behind shouted the same exact thing.
iv.
yoochun knew he reeked of beer, whiskey, and something unwashed. the bartender had been kind to him, giving him all he wanted even though yoochun had come stumbling into the bar in nondescript, tattered clothing.
still, it wasn't as if he didn't have money.
no, he had plenty of that. but the one thing he wanted was, at the moment, sitting right across from him on a bar stool. but yoochun was practically an invisible man. that 'one thing' was leaning into another man with huge and shiny eyes. they were smiling happily.
yoochun's chest burned as did his throat.
v.
"please!" yoochun found himself shouting. "please...just..."
he didn't know how to finish that request. all he knew was that he was drunk, unable to fully articulate his feelings. and even if he had been sober... yoochun didn't know if eloquence was possible before junsu.
the line of junsu's body was slowly melding into yoochun's. yoochun couldn't help but sigh when junsu stopped struggling. for a moment, it seemed they were meant to be this way. yoochun leaned his forehead on junsu.
a few seconds of silence. then, "thank you...i've always loved you. thank you."
and yoochun was gone.
Author:
misstellittome Word count: 100/100/100/100/100 (500 in total)
Concrit?: please
Pairing: jaejoong&junsu; yoochun&junsu
Rating: pg
Summary: jaejoong and junsu meet at a bar. but when junsu stumbles out of the bar first, he meets someone else.
Author's Notes: first time writing a drabble series. hope it makes sense :)
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i.
the movement was harsh, pulling junsu back, then pushing towards the wall, face first. fingers laced in front of junsu's chest. junsu couldn't stop heaving. behind him, junsu could hear the raucous laughter coming from the bar he'd just stepped out of.
the arms definitely belonged to a man. the muscles were defined though not severly developed. there was hair, standing on end. junsu wondered if he too looked as the man did if one only looked at junsu's arms.
using the momentum on his side, junsu pushed backwards as if trying to fall onto his back.
it didn't work.
ii.
"where'd junsu go?"
large, bulging muscular arms shoved past tightly woven bodies.
"i don't know..." then, "maybe out."
jaejoong, who'd been the one to drive junsu to the bar, was torn. he was drunk and couldn't drive. he wanted to ask junsu, who hadn't touched any alcohol, to drive his car home for him. but if junsu was out doing his own thing...
"well, i can just walk."
the pretty face hid his manly, broad shoulders well. as did his slimmed waist. crowds parted easily for a pretty man. this made jaejoong agreeable. he didn't see what he didn't want.
iii.
the man was shuddering against him. junsu waited for jaejoong's familiar figure to appear. he was beginning to grow frightened. who knew what the man was doing to him?
the embrace from his back grew longer. junsu started to struggle.
"just a while longer..." the man whispered into junsu's ear.
junsu felt a familiar rush of heat course through his back. so hot that it was chilling.
tears pricked the back of his eyeballs. why had he listened to jaejoong?
junsu began begging. "please!"
but at the same time, the man hugging him from behind shouted the same exact thing.
iv.
yoochun knew he reeked of beer, whiskey, and something unwashed. the bartender had been kind to him, giving him all he wanted even though yoochun had come stumbling into the bar in nondescript, tattered clothing.
still, it wasn't as if he didn't have money.
no, he had plenty of that. but the one thing he wanted was, at the moment, sitting right across from him on a bar stool. but yoochun was practically an invisible man. that 'one thing' was leaning into another man with huge and shiny eyes. they were smiling happily.
yoochun's chest burned as did his throat.
v.
"please!" yoochun found himself shouting. "please...just..."
he didn't know how to finish that request. all he knew was that he was drunk, unable to fully articulate his feelings. and even if he had been sober... yoochun didn't know if eloquence was possible before junsu.
the line of junsu's body was slowly melding into yoochun's. yoochun couldn't help but sigh when junsu stopped struggling. for a moment, it seemed they were meant to be this way. yoochun leaned his forehead on junsu.
a few seconds of silence. then, "thank you...i've always loved you. thank you."
and yoochun was gone.
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