| Fan Fiction |
by whitefoxbuns
[recap]
“Tae Yang hyung…will you get the door please?”
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I turned away from the door, eyes darting around looking for anything…just anything for me to keep my mind on , to not turn around and stare right in the face of the woman whose arms could be hanging to what’s mine, who lips dare to graze over his, and whose life willing to compete with me in this game.
“Anyohaseyo, Sun Ye nimnida, it great to meet you.” From the corner of my eye, those plaster pink lips twist themselves onto her face, displaying a perfect smile; she took a bow, hands reaching out to Tae Yang hyung. I bit my lips even harder, staring at his hands gesturing themselves around her waist, slowly he let a soft squeeze taking over her beautiful form.
‘Leave’…I told myself, ‘leave before you can’t hold it back and those words will be the end of everything, and leave before you’ll regret yourself.
And right before I could even take a step toward the stair
“Maknae!”—
Damn…I cursed him for calling me that. Inhaling something I can depend on for this moment, a pause or two, I closed my eyes, the lids hanged onto the image of the man I knew.
“So you are Seung Ri…”
“Yeah” Answering her but my eyes marked on him. Switching I wish I could but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
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“Will you pass me the salt?”
“Maknae…”
I dozed out of my place by a nudge from the golden boy
Changmin, well either way he had wanted the salt, so I passed it to him carelessly ignoring the mess I made and the stare I received from him.
Spilt salt…Apparently.
I proceed to just droop through the night, hoping no one is bored enough to notice me floating from here to there, sighing every now and then, eyes diverting in every possible directions except them. Of course someone will notice soon enough but my lazy and sober mind didn’t expect Changmin to turn me around on the spinning chair to offer some salt.
“Throw it over your left and right shoulders, it will avert bad luck.” He said with a toothily grin.
I wonder if salt ever gave bad luck early to a person so that they eventually found themselves in a heap of mess even before ending up spilling the salt. Yep, my theory is so logical.
“No.” And with that I stood up leaving him alone at the kitchen counter eating by himself. Walking away, I never thought Changmin could eat that much, even after the rest of the people left to tend the karaoke machine and left me in a quiet daze like I didn’t care to join. I didn’t want to join.
“You know I was quite expecting that.” There he goes again smiling for my companion sake, what does he know about me and expectation. I’m starting to think staying with him was a sign of bad luck.
“I read it off the internet, you would be angry it said.” He turned to me and I looked up, am pissed off at his attitude.
“So you believe in those superstitions?” I said while pacing toward the stair, leading to the upper roof top.
“I do when I see it. You are angry. It said so…you’ll be angry without reasons.” Nodding and smirking as if he was trying to tease me in some mysterious ways.
He followed me behind, climbing the steps leaving behind what I intentionally want to escape from. I knew the salt couldn’t stick with me for too long because as soon as I opened the door the breezy night air calm me down like taking high on drugs.
For a moment I let the night soaked into my body, cooling of every pore and massaging every sadness that left marks in my heart. With the street light being so low on intensity luring my eyes to close and conscious to fly, my ears couldn’t help but be more sensitive to the sound of the night, the cars, the street and the people, so far off in the distant. It also reminded me of a presence breathing slowly and quite assuring he was still there, I acknowledge him without opening my eyes.
“Why don’t you leave? The party and Tae Yang should have notice their missing company right now.” I smiled to the sound of crickets.
“You know…” Hesitating for a moment “You seem to be in need of a company more than them. And I don’t mix my job with my social life.” Changmin chuckled and relieved a long sigh like he was holding it back ever since we climbed those steps.
“Do you mix your social life with your personal?” I asked while stretching my muscles and kept the peaceful darkness behind my lids.
“Sometimes…like now.” He breathed then walked slowly toward the railings.
I stared for a long time at the back of that tall form. Letting the events replay in my head, the dinner, the talk, the isolation, and the sight of him under the night alone somewhat contrasted the disappointment before. Coming up to the railings I tried to revive our conversation.
“So…what will happen to me now that I spilt salt?” It was a mere whisper just enough for him to hear, and for me to play with time.
I can sense a struggle to smile as he answered.
“If you spill salt you have an unknown enemy…” he turned to me and continue “you will quarrel, you will soon lose a friend and you will cry soon.”
“Cry?” I laughed, hand grasping the railings
“Wow you just made that up.” I beamed at Changmin who in turn only look at me with a smirk.
“Hey that is what the net said and you asked. By the way I don’t think those things will happen all at once.” Using his finger to emphasize his words, Changmin pointed at each star and making them all connected with his invisible string.
Strange problems and stars
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[inside]
Everyone had a little too much. Lying, spreading out on the carpeted surface, the drunken lying on top of drunk, snoring like there is no tomorrow, sometimes with an occasional scratch to the stomach; to the face here and there. But that didn’t stop the neglecting music from blasting through the stereo without a voice to lead.
“Hey~~~”
*yawn*
“Where is Changmin?”
Ji Yong was wondering where he was all along, since the part when Daesung tried to sing Rising Sun and Top mistaken it for an “O” dance routine. Of course he wouldn’t admit behind asking that question, that he in fact was wondering where the maknae was instead of his friend.
“Hey Ji…” Tae Yang tapped him, gesturing him with his thumb toward the rooftop.
Ji Yong looked toward that direction and took his phone out to text. It could only be barely 2 minutes and he was dragged toward that direction again by Tae Yang. The other three ladies were busying themselves with microphone and singing tunes.
‘Guess they won’t notice.’ he thought.
“WAHH~~I’m tipsy, don’t drag me.” He whined but snuck his arm over Tae Yang shoulder to allow the drag.
“Yah--you need to clear your head a bit, so you can deliver your lady love home safely.”
Tae Yang always thinks twice and two steps ahead.
Instead of making a quiet entrance, Tae Yang kicked the frame open to disturbed the subjects behind.
Nice one Tae Yang.
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“Don’t mind if we joined?” Tae Yang hyung threw Ji Yong sideway like he was a burden dying to be rid of. Strolling up to Changmin side, he pushed the leader one last time toward my path.
Ji Yong…I shouldn’t have looked at him. Now that our eyes were caught, the urge to run to him, to smile and be the one he smiles at increases. I turned, tearing the thought away with my attention draped over my phone. A text I loved to miss.
Once he found his place, leaning elbows, bending knee, back the world, eyes to me, and he was satisfy with a sigh. And with just an adjustable volume as much as an intensity for secrets he said.
“I miss you.”
Power of such words can do harm as great as it healed. My inside sobbed with anger, anxiety and something bitter that threatened to take over but I deserve better than that kind
of taste.
“She misses you too…” to him in silence
“Sleep…” to them loudly
I headed inside. To him I meant truthfully the “sleep” than
“she misses him.” And he was of course too ignorant to observe.
Passing by the stranger, the golden boy yet not, I bid him a touch on the arm, bid Ji Yong the scene.
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[3:07 AM]
*hmm….* *gasp*
“What—uh…ngg..no…”
*moan*
No I wasn’t dreaming.
Below my waist, between my legs, my mind now locates the rubbing below my naval, the scratching on my hips, the finger tips squeezing the inside of my thighs. Releasing a breathy gasp…uh…….moan… I push…nudge..urge back to the evidence of need the desire of my pleasure, driving up to me as I deliver another breathy moan.
I force his hands away before it reaches and I break. Fuck I’m wet.
“Hh..hh..Ji what the HELL do you think you doing?” I make to get up but he dragged me down, strong form weigh over my body he knew each sound each breath I would make when he goes down on me.
“Stop..pff..stop it!” The harder my fists, my palms and my fingers tried to force him away the more I want to take him down, weep in needy what I want him to do to me.
He is drunk again…I can taste the whiskey on his breath, feel the slick sweat slipping down my neck as he kisses and nips the sensitive flesh.
I fought till I was too caught up in the bliss, too tired to push him away, to deny that even though I was angry, but I really fell in too deep. Now we’re face to face, the moonlight adorn his heaty eyes, lips parted, lids low and body on me, he leaned down ever so slowly then stop. A smile
and he kisses me, nursing my lips, sucking, licking…
Hands on my side pushing, touching I held him, feeling the muscles flexes under my fingers, digging my nails into his arms, I mutter sweet nonsense through his breathy gasps.
“Nnmmn..J…hmm…Ji…Y…You’re…Drunk?...” I seeped out between his lips, taking breath, losing control of the teasingly measured slow rate.
“N..No…” he whispered drawing out my lips, kissing his chosen path, forehead, lids, nose, neck…there he bury himself in the nook of my body.
“Hey…” I sigh…
He lay there passing time; our heaving chests merge into one pace. He must have fallen asleep from the alcohol having me all worked up and ready.
“Babo” this time he really did fell asleep.
Ji Yong Text Message
From: Ji Yong [11:56 PM]
To: Maknae [11:56 PM]
“Mienhe Seungriah…again.
Don’t lock…I’m coming in tonight.”