peace.
peace.
ranwoon/woonseung (dongwoon/hyunseung/dongwoon), unbeta'd as always
cameo by yong junhyung who may/may not be involved in this relationship.
written while listening to cheap and cheerful by the kills on repeat,
title is mostly irrelevant :((( part of the 'murderous/mad rancho' series
tbc?
It was his nineteenth birthday when the candles on his face-shaped cake cried. He threw his arms around everyone and tried to get cake on them too, swiping dirty fingers across his own frosted face and spreading cream all over his guests, girls squealing and guys yelling.
The candles died out in mid-cry after he blew them out and he licked the chocolate from the knife. Girls blushed.
Later on, he saw them off at his doorstep and when everyone else left Jang Hyunseung kissed him with his fist. Thank God he was alone, he thought when he nearly crumbled onto the caked floor. Jang Hyunseung pinched the left sleeve of his denim jacket with his left hand and ran the fabric over the rings on his right fist. Dongwoon got up and moved towards him, left foot right foot left right stumble left right.
He was going to swing his arms, throw a punch or two and say, that hurt, you fucker, because he could, he was old enough to, but he had to wipe up the red saliva dribbling out the corners of his twitching mouth. Droplets of blood clung onto the back of his hands like a messy paint job and he stared down at them with tired eyes. They looked like red smoke suspended in liquid.
Jang Hyunseung kept his fist and turned to leave. He looked back, grinned at Dongwoon and said, Happy Birthday. Then with his ringed fingers he said Peace.
Jang Hyunseung's car smelled of nicotine and rust and piss and Jang Hyunseung's cologne. It was a mix of smells that Dongwoon called 'dizzying'. Junhyung said it was fucked up.
There was a scab on his lip where Jang Hyunseung's rings cut. Occasionally Jang Hyunseung touched it, made it itch, and laughed.
He could call it kidnap, the way he was grabbed from the sidewalk and shoved into the backseat that day. He didn't know where they were going, but Jang Hyunseung said, it's not where they'll end up that matters, it's the entire journey there, wherever 'there' is. And the speed, Junhyung added and put his cigarette out on the steering wheel. The wind started to scream and slap Dongwoon's skin. And then the sun fell from the sky and the moon ate him up and the clouds were splashed with red.
They ran over some stray cats and an unfortunate passer-by, rode on a tiny wave of blood and guts, slowed down long enough for a glance and maybe wince a little (on Dongwoon's part). Dongwoon threw up in the car three times, out the window after that because Junhyung was yelling and Jang Hyunseung threatened to kill somebody. He had a real gun, so Dongwoon choked on his own bile and Junhyung frowned.
At some ungodly hour Junhyung stopped the car on a quiet street that had no name. Jang Hyunseung slid a knife out from his pocket and started carving random patterns into the car seats, shifting his weight around slowly. The knife made its way to Dongwoon's leg and Dongwoon could feel the tip pressing against his jeans. It stuttered across the fabric. Junhyung watched from the rear-view mirror. Jang Hyunseung took the knife away from his leg and pressed the handle into Dongwoon's wet palm.
Do something crazy. He kissed those words into the younger boy's ear. Words that ran like thread through the eye of a needle. Dongwoon heard Junhyung cough something like fuck elsewhere.
There are just too many gaps when Jang Hyunseung is around. He speaks like a balloon. He smiles like he knows everything. Then he becomes a lion and Dongwoon lets him devour him whole, sighing while he strips his skin from his flesh, his flesh from his bone, his bone from his soul.
There was fear at first, and there was just excitement after that. Fucked up, Junhyung liked to say. They were fucked up.
ranwoon/woonseung (dongwoon/hyunseung/dongwoon), unbeta'd as always
cameo by yong junhyung who may/may not be involved in this relationship.
written while listening to cheap and cheerful by the kills on repeat,
title is mostly irrelevant :((( part of the 'murderous/mad rancho' series
tbc?
It was his nineteenth birthday when the candles on his face-shaped cake cried. He threw his arms around everyone and tried to get cake on them too, swiping dirty fingers across his own frosted face and spreading cream all over his guests, girls squealing and guys yelling.
The candles died out in mid-cry after he blew them out and he licked the chocolate from the knife. Girls blushed.
Later on, he saw them off at his doorstep and when everyone else left Jang Hyunseung kissed him with his fist. Thank God he was alone, he thought when he nearly crumbled onto the caked floor. Jang Hyunseung pinched the left sleeve of his denim jacket with his left hand and ran the fabric over the rings on his right fist. Dongwoon got up and moved towards him, left foot right foot left right stumble left right.
He was going to swing his arms, throw a punch or two and say, that hurt, you fucker, because he could, he was old enough to, but he had to wipe up the red saliva dribbling out the corners of his twitching mouth. Droplets of blood clung onto the back of his hands like a messy paint job and he stared down at them with tired eyes. They looked like red smoke suspended in liquid.
Jang Hyunseung kept his fist and turned to leave. He looked back, grinned at Dongwoon and said, Happy Birthday. Then with his ringed fingers he said Peace.
Jang Hyunseung's car smelled of nicotine and rust and piss and Jang Hyunseung's cologne. It was a mix of smells that Dongwoon called 'dizzying'. Junhyung said it was fucked up.
There was a scab on his lip where Jang Hyunseung's rings cut. Occasionally Jang Hyunseung touched it, made it itch, and laughed.
He could call it kidnap, the way he was grabbed from the sidewalk and shoved into the backseat that day. He didn't know where they were going, but Jang Hyunseung said, it's not where they'll end up that matters, it's the entire journey there, wherever 'there' is. And the speed, Junhyung added and put his cigarette out on the steering wheel. The wind started to scream and slap Dongwoon's skin. And then the sun fell from the sky and the moon ate him up and the clouds were splashed with red.
They ran over some stray cats and an unfortunate passer-by, rode on a tiny wave of blood and guts, slowed down long enough for a glance and maybe wince a little (on Dongwoon's part). Dongwoon threw up in the car three times, out the window after that because Junhyung was yelling and Jang Hyunseung threatened to kill somebody. He had a real gun, so Dongwoon choked on his own bile and Junhyung frowned.
At some ungodly hour Junhyung stopped the car on a quiet street that had no name. Jang Hyunseung slid a knife out from his pocket and started carving random patterns into the car seats, shifting his weight around slowly. The knife made its way to Dongwoon's leg and Dongwoon could feel the tip pressing against his jeans. It stuttered across the fabric. Junhyung watched from the rear-view mirror. Jang Hyunseung took the knife away from his leg and pressed the handle into Dongwoon's wet palm.
Do something crazy. He kissed those words into the younger boy's ear. Words that ran like thread through the eye of a needle. Dongwoon heard Junhyung cough something like fuck elsewhere.
There are just too many gaps when Jang Hyunseung is around. He speaks like a balloon. He smiles like he knows everything. Then he becomes a lion and Dongwoon lets him devour him whole, sighing while he strips his skin from his flesh, his flesh from his bone, his bone from his soul.
There was fear at first, and there was just excitement after that. Fucked up, Junhyung liked to say. They were fucked up.