Fic-DBSK-Plunging Downards
Title: Plunging Downwards
Author: virdant
Length: 430 words; one-shot;
Rating: PG-13 / R
Genre: Angst, Romance (?)
Pairing: JaeMin, mild JaeChun
Summary: For theirs is a violent love.
Warning: Dubcon.
Notes: Sorry.
Plunging Downwards
Changmin is shivering when Jaejoong sees him.
“Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong says carefully. They’re in the kitchen, all alone, because the others are outside watching a cheesy soap-opera of Yoochun’s choosing, and Changmin excused himself long ago to the kitchen for an unknown purpose and Jaejoong’s the delegate to refill the empty popcorn bowl. Jaejoong puts the bowl onto the counter.
“Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong repeats, because Changmin’s staring into nothing.
Jaejoong takes two steps forward and touches Changmin gently.
Changmin whirls around, lunging at Jaejoong. He kisses Jaejoong fiercely, his fingers digging tightly into Jaejoong’s triceps. Jaejoong grips back, struggling to hold two bodies up with Changmin-limp and deadweight-pushing them down.
Changmin doesn’t let go, even though Jaejoong’s nails dig into Changmin’s fingers and slowly pry they away from bruised skin. Changmin grips, tighter, struggling, each finger latching back onto Jaejoong as he peels them away, and Jaejoong’s backed into a wall, back crashing against concrete. Changmin’s fierce, taking and never giving, taking taking taking more more more. His legs kick fiercely, and despite the disparity in their heights, it’s Jaejoong holding the two of them up, Jaejoong who’s giving and giving and giving more more more.
But only Jaejoong seems to realize it, or perhaps Changmin doesn’t care. He breaks the kiss and kisses again, and Jaejoong panics, suddenly, the onslaught coming too suddenly, forgetting about everything and nothing, forgetting about letting the breath come naturally, and instead thrashes, feeling as if he’s suffocating, dying, unable to breathe and everything is a fight, a struggle, and this wasn’t what he tapped Changmin on the shoulder for. This isn’t what he expected.
He twists manicured nails into Changmin’s hands. Changmin doesn’t let go, and gains red crescents to match the bruises on Jaejoong’s arm. Jaejoong’s legs unlock, and he has the semblance of mind to pull (push) Changmin down and let his head crack against tile until horrific realization and guilt has him almost tugging Changmin up but he’s falling, falling, falling, just like Changmin’s falling.
Changmin claws Jaejoong down with him.
It’s Yunho who stumbles into the kitchen a scant minute after Jaejoong walked in. Yunho who leaps forward and tugs the two of them into humanity, the others drifting in at Yunho’s harsh shout. Jaejoong shivers in Yoochun’s embrace, building a semblance of sanity to replace what was destroyed as Changmin’s eyes refocus and he stares at Jaejoong, a tumble of apologies on the tip of his tongue, silenced by something that Jaejoong realizes as he buries himself in guilt and regret and Yoochun.
Changmin kisses like he’s drowning.
End.
Sorry. I know it sucks. And it's strange, and whatever. And yeah, I'm working on crack fic.
Concrit please.
Author: virdant
Length: 430 words; one-shot;
Rating: PG-13 / R
Genre: Angst, Romance (?)
Pairing: JaeMin, mild JaeChun
Summary: For theirs is a violent love.
Warning: Dubcon.
Notes: Sorry.
Plunging Downwards
Changmin is shivering when Jaejoong sees him.
“Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong says carefully. They’re in the kitchen, all alone, because the others are outside watching a cheesy soap-opera of Yoochun’s choosing, and Changmin excused himself long ago to the kitchen for an unknown purpose and Jaejoong’s the delegate to refill the empty popcorn bowl. Jaejoong puts the bowl onto the counter.
“Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong repeats, because Changmin’s staring into nothing.
Jaejoong takes two steps forward and touches Changmin gently.
Changmin whirls around, lunging at Jaejoong. He kisses Jaejoong fiercely, his fingers digging tightly into Jaejoong’s triceps. Jaejoong grips back, struggling to hold two bodies up with Changmin-limp and deadweight-pushing them down.
Changmin doesn’t let go, even though Jaejoong’s nails dig into Changmin’s fingers and slowly pry they away from bruised skin. Changmin grips, tighter, struggling, each finger latching back onto Jaejoong as he peels them away, and Jaejoong’s backed into a wall, back crashing against concrete. Changmin’s fierce, taking and never giving, taking taking taking more more more. His legs kick fiercely, and despite the disparity in their heights, it’s Jaejoong holding the two of them up, Jaejoong who’s giving and giving and giving more more more.
But only Jaejoong seems to realize it, or perhaps Changmin doesn’t care. He breaks the kiss and kisses again, and Jaejoong panics, suddenly, the onslaught coming too suddenly, forgetting about everything and nothing, forgetting about letting the breath come naturally, and instead thrashes, feeling as if he’s suffocating, dying, unable to breathe and everything is a fight, a struggle, and this wasn’t what he tapped Changmin on the shoulder for. This isn’t what he expected.
He twists manicured nails into Changmin’s hands. Changmin doesn’t let go, and gains red crescents to match the bruises on Jaejoong’s arm. Jaejoong’s legs unlock, and he has the semblance of mind to pull (push) Changmin down and let his head crack against tile until horrific realization and guilt has him almost tugging Changmin up but he’s falling, falling, falling, just like Changmin’s falling.
Changmin claws Jaejoong down with him.
It’s Yunho who stumbles into the kitchen a scant minute after Jaejoong walked in. Yunho who leaps forward and tugs the two of them into humanity, the others drifting in at Yunho’s harsh shout. Jaejoong shivers in Yoochun’s embrace, building a semblance of sanity to replace what was destroyed as Changmin’s eyes refocus and he stares at Jaejoong, a tumble of apologies on the tip of his tongue, silenced by something that Jaejoong realizes as he buries himself in guilt and regret and Yoochun.
Changmin kisses like he’s drowning.
End.
Sorry. I know it sucks. And it's strange, and whatever. And yeah, I'm working on crack fic.
Concrit please.