dead weight - drabble (jaechunmin)
Title: dead weight
Author: skybacktoblue
Pairing: jaejoong, changmin, yoochun
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Word Count: 151
Genre: gen/crack
Rating: pg-13
Warning: drug use, cussing
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Summary: by the time jaejoong looks back changmin's figured out the restraints of sanity
Notes: this is all miyamoto's fault. miyamoto and this fic. 8(
'look,' changmin says with a slow, droopy wave of his hand through smoke swirls. the room looks shady, all drawn curtains and dusty air particles; fumes trapped against window glass with nowhere to go. jaejoong presses the joint against yoochun's lips; there's something funny about yoochun looking all glassy and satisfied; he hums.
by the time jaejoong looks back changmin's figured out the restraints of sanity and how they can't swim above water only because they don't believe enough. changmin's eyes are mismatching, fallen-lids, and, jaejoong thinks, it's so fucking true.
'man,' yoochun is saying, and jaejoong and changmin both watch the way his lips move. open 'o', close, jaejoong starts to laugh, off-key. yoochun blinks slow.
'the answer to the universe,' changmin declares, 'is to stop wearing them.'
'fuckin' clothes.' jaejoong says.
'yeah,' yoochun agrees. they all sigh, contemplative. 'fuckin' socks.'
changmin gets up and starts pulling off his shirt.
Author: skybacktoblue
Pairing: jaejoong, changmin, yoochun
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Word Count: 151
Genre: gen/crack
Rating: pg-13
Warning: drug use, cussing
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Summary: by the time jaejoong looks back changmin's figured out the restraints of sanity
Notes: this is all miyamoto's fault. miyamoto and this fic. 8(
'look,' changmin says with a slow, droopy wave of his hand through smoke swirls. the room looks shady, all drawn curtains and dusty air particles; fumes trapped against window glass with nowhere to go. jaejoong presses the joint against yoochun's lips; there's something funny about yoochun looking all glassy and satisfied; he hums.
by the time jaejoong looks back changmin's figured out the restraints of sanity and how they can't swim above water only because they don't believe enough. changmin's eyes are mismatching, fallen-lids, and, jaejoong thinks, it's so fucking true.
'man,' yoochun is saying, and jaejoong and changmin both watch the way his lips move. open 'o', close, jaejoong starts to laugh, off-key. yoochun blinks slow.
'the answer to the universe,' changmin declares, 'is to stop wearing them.'
'fuckin' clothes.' jaejoong says.
'yeah,' yoochun agrees. they all sigh, contemplative. 'fuckin' socks.'
changmin gets up and starts pulling off his shirt.