| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
“I can’t promise you anything magical or sparkly,” Changmin mumbled, typing away at his computer. The three men watched with interest as he clicked away at his computer, before he turned in his swivel chair to face Six. She was, once again, seated on the metal practitioners table, looking as lost as ever.
“Whatever you can do is more than fine,” Yunho said, rubbing the stumble he had yet to shave off of his chin. Changmin placed a hand on the side of Six’ neck, asking her politely to turn her head to the left. She did as she was told, locking eyes with Junsu when she turned. He stuck his tongue out at her playfully, not quite realizing that she didn’t understand what it meant.
“You will feel a slight prick,” Changmin told her, to which she mumbled a quiet ‘okay.’ YooChun began retelling some story he had caught on the news about Prostitutes in the North, attempting to distract Six from the minor surgery.
Whilst she was distracted, Changmin flicked a tiny needle and poked it into her neck. She didn’t so much as make a sound, and YooChun satisfied himself with the belief that he had distracted her well. In truth, she hadn’t really felt it. She was used to pain – pain far more intense than a tiny prickle of a needle.
Six smiled weakly at Yunho when she caught his eyes, bowing her head politely. When her head reached the dip of the bow, it did not rise again, and her chest rose with the even pressure of sleep. Junsu helped lay her down on the table as Changmin took out the instruments he would require.
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09.07.09.