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dbsk_flashficTitle: shoot me a smile // i'm dying to see you
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cosmicanomaly
Word count: 757
Concrit?: sure!
Pairing: junsu/changmin
Rating: PG (implied sexual situations)
Summary: death arrives at his doorstep dressed as junsu.
Junsu’s gaze is faraway, distant, cold as he stands by the windowsill and stares into the mesmerizing midnight sky like he belongs there. There is a song on his lips, sweet, silent, seductive, and Changmin feels goosebumps rise on his skin as it drags his mind all the way from then to now. He hasn’t seen Junsu in years.
Hi, he breathes.
Junsu greets him with a slow smile, teasing him with a hint of a promise glowing in his eyes, and it makes him shiver.
Junsu makes him weak.
Courage rushes through his veins, I can do this, and he steps so close to Junsu he can smell the rain on his skin and taste the wind in his hair. He used to be afraid what the blond would think, but now he thinks he knows better - with that hair and those nails and the rings and the songs and the vaguely interested look in his eyes – he thinks Junsu wants this too.
Are you sure, Junsu whispers into his ears, all the warning he gives before he pushes him onto the cotton sheets and hovers above him. Junsu is stronger than he looks.
Didn’t think you’d be ready so soon.
A cold haze wraps itself around him as he finds himself fallen someplace his mind has never let him go, and he thinks he thinks he cannot think right now - he cannot do anything except want. He wants this. He wants this so much it scares him. He wants this so bad he could die.
His heart surges to meet Junsu’s touch, skips a beat, and another, and another, and Junsu is a work of art, he realizes as he watches sweat-ridden blond hair fall into teardrop eyes, intent on concentration, on him, and Changmin closes his eyes and thinks about the dull grey loneliness he is leaving behind.
He thinks maybe he has been waiting for this his whole life.
Junsu’s eyes narrow as he stops at the scars on Changmin’s wrist, old and faded, haunting him with a gentle reminder of the things that hurt the most. Friendship. Hatred. Loss. Junsu.
Junsu.
I wanted to see you, he murmurs, and it's almost like he's confessing it to himself.
Junsu presses dry lips to the soft pulse underneath and Changmin feels the cold seep through his veins, slowly, taking over his mind until all that is left is Junsu and his lips on his jaw and his hands in his hair and with each second he feels weaker and weaker and weaker, and he can’t breathe, like he is drowning under a tidal wave of love he hadn’t wanted to admit he felt.
He grips Junsu so tight he’s sure he’ll bruise, and just like all those years ago in those games and fights that meant everything and nothing, Junsu takes it like a charm and bruises him right back. When Junsu smiles, the dull moonlight paints a halo on his hair, and he looks like an angel.
I love you.
Don’t talk, and Junsu’s voice is like a song, hypnotic, a lullaby that can put him to sleep with the simplest incantation, and Changmin thinks he’s right – words are what got him into this mess, words are what fucked him over. He doesn’t need to ruin this moment with meaningless words when what he wants to say already rings loud and clear, echoing through the silence and colouring the house with an overwhelming shade of love and guilt and hate and fear and everything he had ever felt in between.
I won’t let you go, Junsu sings when dawn peeks through the curtains. It is snowing outside. Changmin is freezing.
You didn’t keep your promise last time, he wants to say, but he is tired, drained, exhausted, like a lifetime of emotions was packed into these short hours, and he can’t bring himself to open his mouth and respond, or turn to the side and open his eyes. A few spare moments before he falls unconscious, he realizes that he is paralyzed.
Junsu presses a loving kiss to his blueing lips and steals the last of his breaths away.
I love you too.
Jaejoong chokes on his own bile when he turns on the bathroom lights to find Changmin lying on the floor in a pool of red, a bittersweet smile still etched on his lifeless face.
There are shadows dancing on the ground.
Author:
cosmicanomalyWord count: 757
Concrit?: sure!
Pairing: junsu/changmin
Rating: PG (implied sexual situations)
Summary: death arrives at his doorstep dressed as junsu.
shoot me a smile // i’m dying to see you.
Junsu’s gaze is faraway, distant, cold as he stands by the windowsill and stares into the mesmerizing midnight sky like he belongs there. There is a song on his lips, sweet, silent, seductive, and Changmin feels goosebumps rise on his skin as it drags his mind all the way from then to now. He hasn’t seen Junsu in years.
Hi, he breathes.
Junsu greets him with a slow smile, teasing him with a hint of a promise glowing in his eyes, and it makes him shiver.
Junsu makes him weak.
Courage rushes through his veins, I can do this, and he steps so close to Junsu he can smell the rain on his skin and taste the wind in his hair. He used to be afraid what the blond would think, but now he thinks he knows better - with that hair and those nails and the rings and the songs and the vaguely interested look in his eyes – he thinks Junsu wants this too.
Are you sure, Junsu whispers into his ears, all the warning he gives before he pushes him onto the cotton sheets and hovers above him. Junsu is stronger than he looks.
Didn’t think you’d be ready so soon.
A cold haze wraps itself around him as he finds himself fallen someplace his mind has never let him go, and he thinks he thinks he cannot think right now - he cannot do anything except want. He wants this. He wants this so much it scares him. He wants this so bad he could die.
His heart surges to meet Junsu’s touch, skips a beat, and another, and another, and Junsu is a work of art, he realizes as he watches sweat-ridden blond hair fall into teardrop eyes, intent on concentration, on him, and Changmin closes his eyes and thinks about the dull grey loneliness he is leaving behind.
He thinks maybe he has been waiting for this his whole life.
Junsu’s eyes narrow as he stops at the scars on Changmin’s wrist, old and faded, haunting him with a gentle reminder of the things that hurt the most. Friendship. Hatred. Loss. Junsu.
Junsu.
I wanted to see you, he murmurs, and it's almost like he's confessing it to himself.
Junsu presses dry lips to the soft pulse underneath and Changmin feels the cold seep through his veins, slowly, taking over his mind until all that is left is Junsu and his lips on his jaw and his hands in his hair and with each second he feels weaker and weaker and weaker, and he can’t breathe, like he is drowning under a tidal wave of love he hadn’t wanted to admit he felt.
He grips Junsu so tight he’s sure he’ll bruise, and just like all those years ago in those games and fights that meant everything and nothing, Junsu takes it like a charm and bruises him right back. When Junsu smiles, the dull moonlight paints a halo on his hair, and he looks like an angel.
I love you.
Don’t talk, and Junsu’s voice is like a song, hypnotic, a lullaby that can put him to sleep with the simplest incantation, and Changmin thinks he’s right – words are what got him into this mess, words are what fucked him over. He doesn’t need to ruin this moment with meaningless words when what he wants to say already rings loud and clear, echoing through the silence and colouring the house with an overwhelming shade of love and guilt and hate and fear and everything he had ever felt in between.
I won’t let you go, Junsu sings when dawn peeks through the curtains. It is snowing outside. Changmin is freezing.
You didn’t keep your promise last time, he wants to say, but he is tired, drained, exhausted, like a lifetime of emotions was packed into these short hours, and he can’t bring himself to open his mouth and respond, or turn to the side and open his eyes. A few spare moments before he falls unconscious, he realizes that he is paralyzed.
Junsu presses a loving kiss to his blueing lips and steals the last of his breaths away.
I love you too.
Jaejoong chokes on his own bile when he turns on the bathroom lights to find Changmin lying on the floor in a pool of red, a bittersweet smile still etched on his lifeless face.
There are shadows dancing on the ground.
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Date: 2013-05-01 04:47 am (UTC)Thank you so much for reading and the lovely comment. :D