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Title: Entropy or The False Sense of Happiness
Pairing: JaeChunMin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Entropy: the inevitable and steady deterioration of a system or society.
Another day gone, another pack of cigarettes smoked. Changmin stared disapprovingly at his friend but said nothing. His heart trembled at the sight of the other’s hand heading to his own and his irritation found a new target - himself. I’m lost like a schoolgirl, he would think irked later, but at that moment he could only try not to give himself away. The cold Seoul air wraps them up and the pleasant voice Chagnmin’s been waiting to hear says “Shouldn’t we go in now?” He gladly nods and leads the way. “Yoochun, you should stop smoking, you’re killing yourself” “If it annoys you so much, don’t come outside with me. Passive smoking is more dangerous anyway.” Changmin’s heart skipped a beat. ‘He cares at least a little for me’ was the desperate song of his soul, clutching like a drowning man at the smallest signs of affection and storing them in the brain’s archives. It chose to miss Yoochun’s sarcastic smile, for it is too worrying. ‘How much does he know, really…?’
Jae slumped off of Yoochun and his sweat immediately started to seep into the bed sheets. His partner awarded him with a kiss on the shoulder for the ride he had displayed seconds earlier, then got up. “I’m heading for the shower”, he said. “Join me later? When you’ve caught your breath?” He was trying to sound nonchalant, but still couldn’t conceal the lust-charged highlights that crept into his voice. Jaejoong knew what would be expecting him in the shower stall. Even so he just nodded, and kept the thoughts his sore behind to himself. Yoochun left the room to clean himself from the sticky fluids on his chest, not bothering to cover his body with a towel. Jaejoong knew every part of it so well he could describe it to minute details with his eyes closed. Had he been able to draw better, he could create a perfect picture of it. His pencil could recreate the exact way his back bended and his muscles tensed, the dark circles under his eyes, so different from the darkness of his hair and the pure blackness of his tattoo. Jaejoong turned over to lie on his stomach to try and relieve his bottom of some pain, but it didn’t quite help. Yoochun had been in a hurry and didn’t prepare him as thoroughly as he usually would. Sighing again, the blonde man got up and walked to the bathroom where his lover had leaned against the tiled wall and was spacing out, his gaze trying to pierce the ceiling and see the sky above it. Jaejoong kneed in front of him and kissed the inside of his thigh. “What?” he asked upon meeting half bewildered, half-vacant eyes. “Nothing. You just surprised me, that’s all.” Yoochun slumped down to Jae and slowly stroked his back, then kissed his neck. “Don’t you sometimes wish we were different from what we are?” he murmured while his fingers washed Jae from his seed. Jae hesitated to answer. That was enough for Yoochun. He smirked, his lips slowly drawing a path to his lover’s member…
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“If a word loses its meaning, it’s no longer used and it seizes to exist, right?” A nod from Yoochun, who was lighting his cigarette. “Then if you don’t think in a certain way, do you forget certain words because you don’t use or need them?” A puff of toxic smoke. “Probably.” A heavy silence lay as Changmin rested his head on the other’s shoulder. The smoke writhed about, creating various forms as its tiny molecules broke free from each other and dissipated into the air. “Do you think somewhere there’s a place where people don’t know the word for love?” “No. Love’s a universal lie.”
Yoochun entered the kitchen where Jaejoong was preparing dinner amd watched him for a few seconds before moving next to him and kissing his neck, telling him he’ll be skipping dinner and going straight for the dessert later in their bedroom. He pretended he didn’t notice how Jaejoong’s back slouched a little and his head tilted down to hide his eyes. Pretended that he didn’t hear the resignation in his voice when he said OK.
Love’s a universal lie. A lie. Love is a lie. That’s what he had said, but did he really mean it? Changmin’s heart ached as he leaned against the wall, but he didn’t cry. He saw no need. His feelings for Yoochun were but a silly crush and hadn’t developed into real fondness yet. So he could easily swallow the disappointment of the supposed rejection. Of course it hurt, but it would stop soon. That’s what he told himself over and over again, each time believing the phrase a little bit more. That’s how Jaejoong found him, sitting with his knees folded to his chest, headphones blasting and blowing the unwanted outside world away. An uncharacteristic melancholy written on his features. A frown in his eyes. So Jae sat next to him and sneaked and arm around his shoulders. Waving his palm in front of Changmin’s face earned no reaction. Neither did pinching his torso. Jaejoong sighed and moved to leave, but an arm stopped him and they fell on the bed face first. The kiss that followed came naturally to them both.
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Yoochun kisses Jae’s lips feverishly and Jae responds with not quite as much fervor. And Yoochun knows why, but doesn’t stop. He bites the other’s collarbone and continues his motion into him, burying him with kisses, licking the few hairs on his stomach, his ears taking in the pornographic moans. He knows they’re fake. It doesn’t stop him from cumming.
Pairing: JaeChunMin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Entropy: the inevitable and steady deterioration of a system or society.
Another day gone, another pack of cigarettes smoked. Changmin stared disapprovingly at his friend but said nothing. His heart trembled at the sight of the other’s hand heading to his own and his irritation found a new target - himself. I’m lost like a schoolgirl, he would think irked later, but at that moment he could only try not to give himself away. The cold Seoul air wraps them up and the pleasant voice Chagnmin’s been waiting to hear says “Shouldn’t we go in now?” He gladly nods and leads the way. “Yoochun, you should stop smoking, you’re killing yourself” “If it annoys you so much, don’t come outside with me. Passive smoking is more dangerous anyway.” Changmin’s heart skipped a beat. ‘He cares at least a little for me’ was the desperate song of his soul, clutching like a drowning man at the smallest signs of affection and storing them in the brain’s archives. It chose to miss Yoochun’s sarcastic smile, for it is too worrying. ‘How much does he know, really…?’
Jae slumped off of Yoochun and his sweat immediately started to seep into the bed sheets. His partner awarded him with a kiss on the shoulder for the ride he had displayed seconds earlier, then got up. “I’m heading for the shower”, he said. “Join me later? When you’ve caught your breath?” He was trying to sound nonchalant, but still couldn’t conceal the lust-charged highlights that crept into his voice. Jaejoong knew what would be expecting him in the shower stall. Even so he just nodded, and kept the thoughts his sore behind to himself. Yoochun left the room to clean himself from the sticky fluids on his chest, not bothering to cover his body with a towel. Jaejoong knew every part of it so well he could describe it to minute details with his eyes closed. Had he been able to draw better, he could create a perfect picture of it. His pencil could recreate the exact way his back bended and his muscles tensed, the dark circles under his eyes, so different from the darkness of his hair and the pure blackness of his tattoo. Jaejoong turned over to lie on his stomach to try and relieve his bottom of some pain, but it didn’t quite help. Yoochun had been in a hurry and didn’t prepare him as thoroughly as he usually would. Sighing again, the blonde man got up and walked to the bathroom where his lover had leaned against the tiled wall and was spacing out, his gaze trying to pierce the ceiling and see the sky above it. Jaejoong kneed in front of him and kissed the inside of his thigh. “What?” he asked upon meeting half bewildered, half-vacant eyes. “Nothing. You just surprised me, that’s all.” Yoochun slumped down to Jae and slowly stroked his back, then kissed his neck. “Don’t you sometimes wish we were different from what we are?” he murmured while his fingers washed Jae from his seed. Jae hesitated to answer. That was enough for Yoochun. He smirked, his lips slowly drawing a path to his lover’s member…
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“If a word loses its meaning, it’s no longer used and it seizes to exist, right?” A nod from Yoochun, who was lighting his cigarette. “Then if you don’t think in a certain way, do you forget certain words because you don’t use or need them?” A puff of toxic smoke. “Probably.” A heavy silence lay as Changmin rested his head on the other’s shoulder. The smoke writhed about, creating various forms as its tiny molecules broke free from each other and dissipated into the air. “Do you think somewhere there’s a place where people don’t know the word for love?” “No. Love’s a universal lie.”
Yoochun entered the kitchen where Jaejoong was preparing dinner amd watched him for a few seconds before moving next to him and kissing his neck, telling him he’ll be skipping dinner and going straight for the dessert later in their bedroom. He pretended he didn’t notice how Jaejoong’s back slouched a little and his head tilted down to hide his eyes. Pretended that he didn’t hear the resignation in his voice when he said OK.
Love’s a universal lie. A lie. Love is a lie. That’s what he had said, but did he really mean it? Changmin’s heart ached as he leaned against the wall, but he didn’t cry. He saw no need. His feelings for Yoochun were but a silly crush and hadn’t developed into real fondness yet. So he could easily swallow the disappointment of the supposed rejection. Of course it hurt, but it would stop soon. That’s what he told himself over and over again, each time believing the phrase a little bit more. That’s how Jaejoong found him, sitting with his knees folded to his chest, headphones blasting and blowing the unwanted outside world away. An uncharacteristic melancholy written on his features. A frown in his eyes. So Jae sat next to him and sneaked and arm around his shoulders. Waving his palm in front of Changmin’s face earned no reaction. Neither did pinching his torso. Jaejoong sighed and moved to leave, but an arm stopped him and they fell on the bed face first. The kiss that followed came naturally to them both.
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Yoochun kisses Jae’s lips feverishly and Jae responds with not quite as much fervor. And Yoochun knows why, but doesn’t stop. He bites the other’s collarbone and continues his motion into him, burying him with kisses, licking the few hairs on his stomach, his ears taking in the pornographic moans. He knows they’re fake. It doesn’t stop him from cumming.