13 Works by sourfool (janvs)
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the first strings of the guitar struggle to come out, as jisung huffs into the mic, controlling his nerves. jaemin has forgotten about his drink, or his food, or the bed that calls for him in the peacekeeper's base.
all he can think of is jisung, with his sad little guitar, in the hob.
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“i'm not gonna hurt you,” he said quietly. “and i'm not gonna fucking eat you, i'm not a cannibal,”
“do you promise?”
hope bloomed in the boy’s big round eyes, as he stared back at jaemin, lowering his hands just a little.
the sheer innocence and gullibility of the boy, along with the pure raw honesty in his eyes made jaemin lose any belief that he could be a threat. he lowered his gun completely, letting it balance on the lanyard over his shoulder.
“yeah, promise,” jaemin ran his hand through his hair, questioning how such a soft innocent thing had been to survive this long by themselves.
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warm crimson-red dance from his temple, to his pale face, like petals of roses blown by the mocking breeze. horrified eyes are unfocused, shocked by the momentary pain before he succumbed to death’s bitter embrace.
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by the time na jaemin was 9 summers of age, his magic prowess amazed his entire family. such brilliancy and adaptability couldn’t be found in other children his age; such love for spells and potions was unmatched by his peers; and on his birthday, his grandfather told him, pride gleaming in the dark of his eyes, as he placed a supporting hand over jaemin’s shoulder, “you’re destined to great things, son,”
and great things he did, indeed. terrible things. but great, nonetheless.
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- Part 3 of shameless
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“park jisung,” said 39, offering his hand to na jaemin. “i am park jisung now. right?”
and as much as part of him wanted to deny it, to deny his monster of the privilege of being named, and keep him in the confines of reality: that, at the end of the day, he was a monster. jaemin’s monster; the doctor couldn’t do it. not when the poor thing seemed so happy to be named, so proud and content of himself for having found that private information.
all jaemin did was sigh and offer his hand, “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, jisung. i’m na jaemin,”
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"i found out a few minutes ago that one day the sun will swallow the earth. the sun will continue to burn, warming my insides with anxiety, love, and other feelings that make my cheeks warm whenever you approach, and during that time, it will expand so much that it will swallow mercury, venus, and, well, earth. i already feel it happening. scientists say it will take 130 million years, but i feel it happening right now…
as i think of you, the nuclear fusion of feelings is only getting stronger.
all my love, na jaemin"
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the rain hit the top of their heads, merciless. it was cold and jaemin hated it. in the middle of the night, jisung looked at home, like he was born to hide in the shadows. not because of his killer nature as a sluagh, but because of who he was deep down; teeth and claws in his heart. these monsters were all over the world, killing everything that breathes. it’s impossible for him to be responsible for hunting all of them – every. last. one. of. them.
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jisung looked fine, almost bored. if you didn’t know him, that is. he had a blank look to him, sure, staring at his computer, but the way he nibbled on his index finger was enough for jaemin and jeno to share another look—a knowing look. but still surprised.
“jisung,” jeno tried.
he played with his index over his bottom lip, shoving most of it into his mouth. “hm?”
“are you watching porn?”
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it’s only been a year.
jisung wonders if jaemin would still find him handsome; or cute; or if he’d be worried for him, for his bad habits, and for just how much jisung still thinks of him. he wonders if jaemin has grown, too; if he’s changed too much in that year; has he dyed his hair? has he lost his spark, too? has he lost weight? has he been thinking of jisung, too?
everything came back to na jaemin.
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- Part 2 of shameless
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jaemin crossed his arms, “hyuck, do you think there’s something going on between jisung and i? be honest,”
donghyuck stopped, stared right at jaemin, like he’s expecting a punchline. when he realized there wasn’t one, he asked, confused, “why are you asking me that? aren’t you guys dating?”
“what?”
“what?” donghyuck shot back. “you’re not?” he made a face. “oh, that’s awkward,”
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jaemin liked when he sobbed, begged, and was under him. jaemin liked when he got on his knees and sucked him off while he focused on homework. he liked when jisung jerked him off in the shower, or when they fucked in the tub. he also liked to tease and tease to the point jisung couldn’t handle anymore and would ride him with his hands wrapped around his neck, light, shaking every time jaemin moved his hips to slam inside him harder… harder…
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jeno had a thing for violence, for breaking and bleeding. more specifically, gratuitous violence directed towards jisung. he liked pressing the younger to the point of insanity, liked making jisung bleed and cry for him, he liked making jisung beg for his life. at the end of the day, jeno was the one with all the power. this sick power play bothered jisung. he never knew when jeno would get bored of him and press the trigger.
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na jaemin is a nightmare, or so jisung likes to tell himself when he cannot pry his eyes away. one of the very bad ones, too; the type of nightmare you can never escape from. his presence is more than enough to ruin someone’s day. yet, unlike a nightmare, he’s very much palpable. very much there. and, god. it's real—like his voice and words had sealed the deal: na jaemin knows he exists, and the information makes jisung a bit dizzy. a bit scared.
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- Part 1 of shameless