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black dog (gon' make you sweat, gon' make you burn)
one-shot | high-school-au, jaesu, bullying. angst, friendship/bromance; PG-13. (1144 Words.)
mild inspiration from the song black dog by led zeppelin, but not enough to actual be relevant. (yes i turned an otherwise upbeat-and-non-miserable-song-miserable. what.)
warning for implied gore and a general angst-fest.
short jaesu fic for all the people suffering from the general lack of jaesu in fandom lately. (and um. yeah. more importantly for xiahwase and icansoar for the recent adds, scarletpeonies for making the jaesu friending meme (and not cutting me? :D?,) and weerainbow for general acts of awesome.
fun angsty distraction from something i'm actually supposed to be doing right now. actual fic coming soon! :D :D :D
Junsu treads through hallways with sound cancelling earphones and arched shoulders - hands in pockets, rolling lint under his nails, too and fro, too and fro. There's an angular boy in the maths corridor that seems to be perpetually shoved into the lockered-walls. He's the same boy that was watered down in the boys change room. Junsu watches his shoulders ram into the aluminum, hat slapped down, bottom lip swelling - movements choreographed to a complicated ostinato and outlandish syncopation. The boys shoulder cracks against the grating and Junsu mouths along with Jimmy Page's cry; hey hey mama said the way you move gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove.
He walks on - doesn't gain a lot of respect for the sunny-haired football players, but doesn't loose much either. Has some things to say to them and their sharp-limbed victims, but he seals his lips with a ah-ah child way you shake that thing.
Always be honest, baby, always be honest.
The rawboned boy is named Jaejoong and he has a heart tattooed onto his hip bone and his thumbs are double jointed and he only has a mother at home; no siblings, no grandparents, no father. Junsu talks to him one day pressed up against the quoin between the Biology lab and chemical-closet. He's got roughed up hair and a dark mark along his jawline, and Junsu doesn't want to tell him he saw the hands on him and the bodies attached to them. He just smiles and laughs (forced) where appropriate and excuses himself into the lab when the bell rings. Angles stands stiff in the doorway for a moment, and turns to go. Junsu watches him leave with a hey hey baby when you walk that way, oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ahh.
Don't lie to me because I love you so much I'd forgive you for anything.
Angles is suspiciously chatty and warm and can play the piano, and he grips onto Junsu like a child starved for attention. He appears in nooks and crannies and is sitting on the staircase Junsu eats lunch at one day, eyes wide and nervous and stuttering I- I - can I sit here I'd like to sit with you if you don't mind if you do I'll go but if you don't- Junsu shushes him and tugs him down and pats his knees and they eat and Jaejoong chats, and even his words are all V's and Y's and bends and corners. He asks to "hang out" as if it's something that's never happened to him before. Junsu doesn't say no. He watches Angles walk off with heavy feet and an apprehension pulling down his shoulders. He kind of looks forward to hanging out on Saturday - watch your heartache drip, can't keep away.
Even if it isn't good, it'd hurt me more if you lied, sweetheart.
Angles pulls Junsu all around Seoul and squeals and sings and is loud and delighted with everything, and Junsu is captivated by the swirls in his eyes, pink in his skin. Drunk on happiness. Jaejoong only has two arms, but he grabs at things so quickly it's almost like he has a million. He moves jerky and doubtful, but unadulterated and without consequence. Junsu slips up and calls him Angles, but he isn't upset by it - he smiles a bit, unfamiliar with nicknames, and continues on unharmed. They agree to meet up again next weekend, and then Junsu is back in the halls, headphones on, hands, pocketed. Junsu's mother pets his head at night, but Junsu's mind is elsewhere, is all hey baby, whoa baby, pretty baby.
I'd rather you're just honest with me. I'd rather you didn't hide yourself from me.
One outing turns to two, to three - to late nights and sleep overs and words whispered into each other's shoulders and waking up with Angles spread out over him like a sheet. He jumps and dances and moves in a display of unbridled joy, but Junsu knows that it's just a display; that the books off of the shelf aren't as happy as they are all lined up by height. Jaejoong breaks down and cries at regular intervals and Junsu knows, he isn't happy, he's just acting; he's playing pretend for his mother and for the people around him. He goes home with bruises on his skin and a fat lip and blackened eyes and though Junsu watches from the seams in the walls, he doesn't step in and stop it, and he doesn't tell. He curls his arms around Angles' shaking body and coos out reassurances, rubs his back, hums gon' make you burn, gon' make you sting.
I'll love you forever my beautiful baby boy.
Angles peels out into a dirt road and lets the car hum, hands away from the wheel, clutching at his face, convulsing in his seat and whimper Su, please help me, please make them stop, please make it stop- Junsu grips his hand and crumbles the movie tickets in a fist, running empty fingers over the scabs on Jaejoong's knuckles. He shakes and begs and Junsu is quiet. He crawls over and curls up against Junsu's collarbones like a hurt child. Junsu tugs his hair and hums, got a flaming heart, can't get my fill -
If you just explain it, honey, if you explain yourself, then I'll understand.
Whispers it's okay, I'll help you, it's okay, I'll make it stop, and Jaejoong is a sorrowing mess against his neck. He pulls back, nose tipped cherry, lips quiver so much that he can't close his mouth; wraps his hands around Junsu's and presses them against his chest and says do it, just do it, please, just do it. Compliant, Junsu buries himself in Jaejoong's body and squeezes and pulls and lays the skeletal boy in the backseat afterwards, lays his jacket over his blanched spine and kisses his head. He walks home, he's jerky and sharp and his movements are angular and he weeps, absolutely weeping as he curls his hands around the door hand, stains everything in his wake, crumbles onto the kitchen floor and quivers; I gotta roll, can't stand still, ah-ahh-ah-ah ah ah ah ah-
I promise, I'll try, Junsu. You're my son, and I love you. Just tell me what's wrong. I'll understand.
Junsu unfurls his fingers, thinks his fingers look so gaunt under the florescent lights, thinks this isn't what his mother thought. His fingers shake and curl and he knows this isn't what his mother has in mind when she said she'd accept all of him. He presents the glorious red of his palms, smells Angles- no, smells Jaejoong's life on his skin - hangs his head and breaks.
Hey baby, whoa baby, pretty baby, dreams of you all through my head, ah-ah ah-ahh ah-ah.
x
oh oh oh darling give it to me now, hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby, move the way you're doing now ~ ♪ ♫
i'm so happy to have internet again :D
one-shot | high-school-au, jaesu, bullying. angst, friendship/bromance; PG-13. (1144 Words.)
mild inspiration from the song black dog by led zeppelin, but not enough to actual be relevant. (yes i turned an otherwise upbeat-and-non-miserable-song-miserable. what.)
warning for implied gore and a general angst-fest.
short jaesu fic for all the people suffering from the general lack of jaesu in fandom lately. (and um. yeah. more importantly for xiahwase and icansoar for the recent adds, scarletpeonies for making the jaesu friending meme (and not cutting me? :D?,) and weerainbow for general acts of awesome.
fun angsty distraction from something i'm actually supposed to be doing right now. actual fic coming soon! :D :D :D
Junsu treads through hallways with sound cancelling earphones and arched shoulders - hands in pockets, rolling lint under his nails, too and fro, too and fro. There's an angular boy in the maths corridor that seems to be perpetually shoved into the lockered-walls. He's the same boy that was watered down in the boys change room. Junsu watches his shoulders ram into the aluminum, hat slapped down, bottom lip swelling - movements choreographed to a complicated ostinato and outlandish syncopation. The boys shoulder cracks against the grating and Junsu mouths along with Jimmy Page's cry; hey hey mama said the way you move gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove.
He walks on - doesn't gain a lot of respect for the sunny-haired football players, but doesn't loose much either. Has some things to say to them and their sharp-limbed victims, but he seals his lips with a ah-ah child way you shake that thing.
Always be honest, baby, always be honest.
The rawboned boy is named Jaejoong and he has a heart tattooed onto his hip bone and his thumbs are double jointed and he only has a mother at home; no siblings, no grandparents, no father. Junsu talks to him one day pressed up against the quoin between the Biology lab and chemical-closet. He's got roughed up hair and a dark mark along his jawline, and Junsu doesn't want to tell him he saw the hands on him and the bodies attached to them. He just smiles and laughs (forced) where appropriate and excuses himself into the lab when the bell rings. Angles stands stiff in the doorway for a moment, and turns to go. Junsu watches him leave with a hey hey baby when you walk that way, oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ahh.
Don't lie to me because I love you so much I'd forgive you for anything.
Angles is suspiciously chatty and warm and can play the piano, and he grips onto Junsu like a child starved for attention. He appears in nooks and crannies and is sitting on the staircase Junsu eats lunch at one day, eyes wide and nervous and stuttering I- I - can I sit here I'd like to sit with you if you don't mind if you do I'll go but if you don't- Junsu shushes him and tugs him down and pats his knees and they eat and Jaejoong chats, and even his words are all V's and Y's and bends and corners. He asks to "hang out" as if it's something that's never happened to him before. Junsu doesn't say no. He watches Angles walk off with heavy feet and an apprehension pulling down his shoulders. He kind of looks forward to hanging out on Saturday - watch your heartache drip, can't keep away.
Even if it isn't good, it'd hurt me more if you lied, sweetheart.
Angles pulls Junsu all around Seoul and squeals and sings and is loud and delighted with everything, and Junsu is captivated by the swirls in his eyes, pink in his skin. Drunk on happiness. Jaejoong only has two arms, but he grabs at things so quickly it's almost like he has a million. He moves jerky and doubtful, but unadulterated and without consequence. Junsu slips up and calls him Angles, but he isn't upset by it - he smiles a bit, unfamiliar with nicknames, and continues on unharmed. They agree to meet up again next weekend, and then Junsu is back in the halls, headphones on, hands, pocketed. Junsu's mother pets his head at night, but Junsu's mind is elsewhere, is all hey baby, whoa baby, pretty baby.
I'd rather you're just honest with me. I'd rather you didn't hide yourself from me.
One outing turns to two, to three - to late nights and sleep overs and words whispered into each other's shoulders and waking up with Angles spread out over him like a sheet. He jumps and dances and moves in a display of unbridled joy, but Junsu knows that it's just a display; that the books off of the shelf aren't as happy as they are all lined up by height. Jaejoong breaks down and cries at regular intervals and Junsu knows, he isn't happy, he's just acting; he's playing pretend for his mother and for the people around him. He goes home with bruises on his skin and a fat lip and blackened eyes and though Junsu watches from the seams in the walls, he doesn't step in and stop it, and he doesn't tell. He curls his arms around Angles' shaking body and coos out reassurances, rubs his back, hums gon' make you burn, gon' make you sting.
I'll love you forever my beautiful baby boy.
Angles peels out into a dirt road and lets the car hum, hands away from the wheel, clutching at his face, convulsing in his seat and whimper Su, please help me, please make them stop, please make it stop- Junsu grips his hand and crumbles the movie tickets in a fist, running empty fingers over the scabs on Jaejoong's knuckles. He shakes and begs and Junsu is quiet. He crawls over and curls up against Junsu's collarbones like a hurt child. Junsu tugs his hair and hums, got a flaming heart, can't get my fill -
If you just explain it, honey, if you explain yourself, then I'll understand.
Whispers it's okay, I'll help you, it's okay, I'll make it stop, and Jaejoong is a sorrowing mess against his neck. He pulls back, nose tipped cherry, lips quiver so much that he can't close his mouth; wraps his hands around Junsu's and presses them against his chest and says do it, just do it, please, just do it. Compliant, Junsu buries himself in Jaejoong's body and squeezes and pulls and lays the skeletal boy in the backseat afterwards, lays his jacket over his blanched spine and kisses his head. He walks home, he's jerky and sharp and his movements are angular and he weeps, absolutely weeping as he curls his hands around the door hand, stains everything in his wake, crumbles onto the kitchen floor and quivers; I gotta roll, can't stand still, ah-ahh-ah-ah ah ah ah ah-
I promise, I'll try, Junsu. You're my son, and I love you. Just tell me what's wrong. I'll understand.
Junsu unfurls his fingers, thinks his fingers look so gaunt under the florescent lights, thinks this isn't what his mother thought. His fingers shake and curl and he knows this isn't what his mother has in mind when she said she'd accept all of him. He presents the glorious red of his palms, smells Angles- no, smells Jaejoong's life on his skin - hangs his head and breaks.
Hey baby, whoa baby, pretty baby, dreams of you all through my head, ah-ah ah-ahh ah-ah.
x
oh oh oh darling give it to me now, hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby, move the way you're doing now ~ ♪ ♫
i'm so happy to have internet again :D