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DECEMBER: Part II - Anonymous Kink Meme!

This is Part II of our December Activity. Read more about it here!

YunJae Anonymous Kink Meme

to request a kink fic...
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★ You may post multiple requests! Got lots of plot bunnies? Bombs away!
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to fill a request...
★ Post your fic in a REPLY to the request comment.
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Subject: FILLED - Title (if any), Rating, Length (i.e. 1/1, 2/3, etc)

★ Make sure your fic is mainly Yunho/Jaejoong! Other pairings can be included, it's up to you and/or the requester.
★ Fics of any length are allowed! Also, multiple authors can fill the same request! Let's be friendly about it, though. :)

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♥!! Have fun :D



FILLED - "profiling", NC-17, 2/4

"i flew to his side. i asked him what was wrong, i tried to bandage him. i asked him why he would do this. i wonder if he noticed my erection."

fearing a gulp would be audible and telling, yunho controlled his breathing, gaze flicking back and forth between the case report and jaejoong's eyes.

"he told me he loved me, and that he was sorry. i got angry then, took his hand. gripped it so hard it might have left bruises. told him that if he loved me like he said he did, he wouldn't leave me. i was really angry, and he was really so beautiful, so i took the razor blade and cut another line in his arm, from elbow to wrist. oh, yunho-sshi, you should have heard him keen."

severed right arm. multiple shallow cuts across wrists. long cut from elbow to wrist

wanting to protest the usage of his first name but unwilling to reveal a faltering voice, yunho firmly resisted the urge to squirm under the unwavering gaze of one kim jaejoong and instead asked, "and he died then?"

"i don't think he died until after i raped him," the murderer chuckled softly.

victim shows signs of anal penetration. semen DNA found to match kim jaejoong. lapse of time between intercourse and discovery of body renders DNA evidence inconclusive

"so it was forceful penetration, then," yunho remarked. he wondered, while nodding at jaejoong to continue, what would happen if the killer looked underneath the table.

smiling, baring teeth as if congratulating yunho on a job well done, jaejoong nodded. "he kept on screaming, even though i used a lot of shampoo as lube. when i was finished, he wouldn't stop screaming and crying, so i told him that if he loved me he'd let me do this. i only did it because i loved him. he shut up then, so i held him and sung him lullabies."

yunho could almost imagine the same mellow voice describing atrocities singing a gentle lullaby, yoochun's head cradled in jaejoong's arms.

"it took him a while to die. i had to help him by cutting a few more lines in his wrists. when he finally stopped breathing i didn't know what to do—i wanted to know that his heart would always be mine. so i dragged his body to the kitchen. i tripped and broke a bone in his arm, somewhere—" left humerus broken in two places "—but he didn't cry and it was strange, how silent he was. he was always such a crybaby. i took out a knife from the drawer. i was the only one who actually used his kitchen anyway, yoochun liked it when i made him jjigae. i cut open his chest because i wondered if when he kissed me, he kissed me with his heart. his heart was still warm, as slick as his tongue, and that's when i knew he had loved me, really loved me." —sternum cracked. second to sixth ribs broken. lung punctured, sharp knife wound. heart displaced, still missing— "i realized then that i'd never be able to hold him like this ever again. i wanted to know everything about him. so i took a heavy pot and crushed the bones in his arms so i could know how white his bones are, if his marrow was soft and sweet as his blood—" left radius and ulna crushed. flesh cut open with a sharp knife "—and i wanted to know if the calluses i loved to feel upon my waist went all the way into his piano player fingers so i cut into his middle finger—" thumb dislocated. fingers otherwise untouched

"you didn't touch his fingers, kim-sshi," yunho interrupted, sighing as if nearing the end of the game.

smile-deprived and face devoid of emotion, jaejoong looked like an entity of ice. yunho cursed the poetic part of his brain and told himself it was wrong, to be so aroused by a man who had killed and broken hearts as easily as dancing.

when jaejoong didn't speak, yunho continued, straightening up in his chair and massaging his temples. "you didn't touch his fingers. and as fascinating as this all is, i'm not interested in such a bullshit story. why did you kill him? park yoochun, according to accounts from friends and family, did not seem suicidal and was in a particularly positive position in life."

silence met him.