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dbsk_flashficTitle: We make nicknames for those we know
Author: Reeza (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aoireeza)
Word count: 802 words
Concrit?: sure. :D
Pairing: Jae x Jae, JaeHo
Rating: PG-16
Summary: We never call the people we don't know by name. (for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dbsk_flashfic @ flashfic challenge 5: we didn't start the fire)
Author's Numbers: Heavily disjointed and messy. I beg everyone's forgiveness. This was supposedly written as a birthday present fortraumerei__x, but I never got to finish it. So here I am now.
Pardon the overall eeriness of the fic. ^^; Enjoy.
We make nicknames for those we know
(and for those we don’t, we never call them by name)
On your knees, now.
You’ve never been the disobedient one, so you follow and don’t hesitate when you hear a voice too familiar. You get to your knees and almost trip midway – you’ve always been a klutz – but you so thankfully cushion your fall with your palms – you could fall for him if he asked to.
Begging would be a whole lot better.
Closer. You comply and feel cool skin against yours, and you wonder briefly if he is real – he doesn’t seem to be, what with the unearthly beauty that he has; only gods can posses that, you think. But you feel soft lips on yours, savaging your own, and you ignore that fact those lips are cold and you could get pierced any second – he can kill.
Who – who are you? Lips on yours find a way to let out a chuckle, and you begin to hate the way he teases – he is crazy and manipulative, and you find it hard to choke on your moan when he bites hard on your lips. You bleed a little, maybe too much. It’s funny that you don’t know.
You scramble to your feet, grab your clothes and cringe at the sight of your pale skin.
You run away.
He calls out to you in the most inopportune of times. There are times when you are taking a bath and you suddenly feel arms snaking around your waist. Out of the many times that that happens, there is only one time when you turn around abruptly, trap the sound of surprise that might have escaped your lips had you not been quick enough to repress it. He pushes you against the cold tiles of the wall and you feel droplets of water cascading down the contours of your body.
Get out of – You don’t finish when he captures your lips in a kiss, and you hold your breath for a couple of seconds so as to not indulge in the sin. But you soon give in, melt into the kiss and swear to every single deity that you will never commit a sin ever again. The last. This is the last.
Heaven and hell be damned.
He is famous. Had you only had that voice – one that is like that of an angel’s, Junsu says – you’d be just as famous as he is. But, then again, there could never be too many of him in the world. If that so happens, then the world might as well come to an end.
Get out there and sing. He forces his way into you and tugs at your vocal chords, strums certain notes in your heart and you could feel his voice spilling from your lips. Your eyes widen and his voice wraps you – you sink in its embrace and let yourself be lulled by its melody.
He can make you fall anytime.
He is the troublemaker, not you. He’s the one responsible for every single slight you’ve caused – you’ve been in – and he will never take responsibility for it because you are the one they see and not him. You cursed soul… being… get out… You chant it in your head like a mantra and he sings to you, has his song stuck in your head, instead.
I’m getting him next, and you have to do it for me. He makes you do dirty things as well, and you have to admit he doesn’t really have to force you into doing those. That guy, this friend of yours. Yunho, is that his name? You nod slowly, take a deep breath. You know exactly what he wants you to do. Tonight – I want him tonight.
He doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into, and you perfectly know what it is.
(If only
he knows
how long you’ve been waiting –
looking for an excuse to
make Yunho fall so hard,
then he wouldn’t have asked
so badly.
And you wouldn’t have had to
share Yunho with anyone else.
So that same night, you take Yunho by the hand and take all of him, break him down to pieces so that you could put him back together just they way you want him to be – away from him, someone he would not like, all yours.
But Yunho likes him and not you.)
Yunho. He calls out to him and you lose your voice just when you’ve discovered that you, too, can sing. You’re – And Yunho places a finger on your lips, kisses you like he means it – I might break soon. Stay away.
And you do.
(A few minutes after, there a little voice in your head that tells you that he does mean it, and that you’re the only one who could piece him back together.)
Then let’s put you back together.
So it is done.
Author: Reeza (
aoireeza)Word count: 802 words
Concrit?: sure. :D
Pairing: Jae x Jae, JaeHo
Rating: PG-16
Summary: We never call the people we don't know by name. (for
dbsk_flashfic @ flashfic challenge 5: we didn't start the fire)Author's Numbers: Heavily disjointed and messy. I beg everyone's forgiveness. This was supposedly written as a birthday present for
traumerei__x, but I never got to finish it. So here I am now.Pardon the overall eeriness of the fic. ^^; Enjoy.
We make nicknames for those we know
(and for those we don’t, we never call them by name)
On your knees, now.
You’ve never been the disobedient one, so you follow and don’t hesitate when you hear a voice too familiar. You get to your knees and almost trip midway – you’ve always been a klutz – but you so thankfully cushion your fall with your palms – you could fall for him if he asked to.
Begging would be a whole lot better.
Closer. You comply and feel cool skin against yours, and you wonder briefly if he is real – he doesn’t seem to be, what with the unearthly beauty that he has; only gods can posses that, you think. But you feel soft lips on yours, savaging your own, and you ignore that fact those lips are cold and you could get pierced any second – he can kill.
Who – who are you? Lips on yours find a way to let out a chuckle, and you begin to hate the way he teases – he is crazy and manipulative, and you find it hard to choke on your moan when he bites hard on your lips. You bleed a little, maybe too much. It’s funny that you don’t know.
You scramble to your feet, grab your clothes and cringe at the sight of your pale skin.
You run away.
He calls out to you in the most inopportune of times. There are times when you are taking a bath and you suddenly feel arms snaking around your waist. Out of the many times that that happens, there is only one time when you turn around abruptly, trap the sound of surprise that might have escaped your lips had you not been quick enough to repress it. He pushes you against the cold tiles of the wall and you feel droplets of water cascading down the contours of your body.
Get out of – You don’t finish when he captures your lips in a kiss, and you hold your breath for a couple of seconds so as to not indulge in the sin. But you soon give in, melt into the kiss and swear to every single deity that you will never commit a sin ever again. The last. This is the last.
Heaven and hell be damned.
He is famous. Had you only had that voice – one that is like that of an angel’s, Junsu says – you’d be just as famous as he is. But, then again, there could never be too many of him in the world. If that so happens, then the world might as well come to an end.
Get out there and sing. He forces his way into you and tugs at your vocal chords, strums certain notes in your heart and you could feel his voice spilling from your lips. Your eyes widen and his voice wraps you – you sink in its embrace and let yourself be lulled by its melody.
He can make you fall anytime.
He is the troublemaker, not you. He’s the one responsible for every single slight you’ve caused – you’ve been in – and he will never take responsibility for it because you are the one they see and not him. You cursed soul… being… get out… You chant it in your head like a mantra and he sings to you, has his song stuck in your head, instead.
I’m getting him next, and you have to do it for me. He makes you do dirty things as well, and you have to admit he doesn’t really have to force you into doing those. That guy, this friend of yours. Yunho, is that his name? You nod slowly, take a deep breath. You know exactly what he wants you to do. Tonight – I want him tonight.
He doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into, and you perfectly know what it is.
(If only
he knows
how long you’ve been waiting –
looking for an excuse to
make Yunho fall so hard,
then he wouldn’t have asked
so badly.
And you wouldn’t have had to
share Yunho with anyone else.
So that same night, you take Yunho by the hand and take all of him, break him down to pieces so that you could put him back together just they way you want him to be – away from him, someone he would not like, all yours.
But Yunho likes him and not you.)
Yunho. He calls out to him and you lose your voice just when you’ve discovered that you, too, can sing. You’re – And Yunho places a finger on your lips, kisses you like he means it – I might break soon. Stay away.
And you do.
(A few minutes after, there a little voice in your head that tells you that he does mean it, and that you’re the only one who could piece him back together.)
Then let’s put you back together.
So it is done.
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Date: 2008-04-20 01:56 pm (UTC)...........
*is thoroughly creeped out actually*
Although that was such an interesting read.
*flails*
MPD? Hrm.
I like. &hearts
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Date: 2008-04-21 08:26 am (UTC)it really was creepy? o.o oh god.
thanks for reading, honey! :D
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Date: 2008-04-20 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-23 03:33 am (UTC)hun: "just they way you want him to be" -- booboo. *smooch*and homgah. i was like... wthwasthatthinghtathitmeontheheadsosuddenlyididntevenseeitcoming?!?!?!
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Date: 2008-04-20 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-21 08:33 am (UTC)i'm so honored. :D thank you very much! :D
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Date: 2008-04-20 03:03 pm (UTC)The language is so pretty, the way a lot of your fics are, and the idea behind it is so nicely portrayed :D
(now if only it were Jaemin... xD)
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Date: 2008-04-21 08:34 am (UTC)thank you, honey~ :D
(ah, so true. i've never been comfortable with writing jaeho. ^^;)
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Date: 2008-04-20 04:18 pm (UTC)And strangely eerie.
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Date: 2008-04-21 08:35 am (UTC)thank you very much. :D
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-21 08:35 am (UTC)LOL. thank you, too. :D
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Date: 2008-04-20 09:18 pm (UTC)okay. i'll go read now.
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Date: 2008-04-21 08:36 am (UTC)running away like... right now. really. *runs away and hides*
♥
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Date: 2008-04-21 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-21 08:39 am (UTC)glad about that? ^^;
thanks for reading. :D
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Date: 2008-04-25 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-21 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-23 10:48 pm (UTC)I definetely saw this in a wierd perspective. I felt like it was Jaejoong fighting himself. It felt like a battle between Youngwoong and Jaejoong. You know what I mean? Like what he shows us on tv and what we see in real life. And Yunho finally loves Jaejoong not Youngwoong. I don't know if that was what you wanted to represent but this was a great read.
I truly liked it!
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Date: 2008-04-25 01:25 am (UTC)as there is life (and light)
in your heart, your skin, your eyes.
and this is how we lie, i love yous hidden in goodbyes.