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writetomyheart2015-10-16 04:32 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-10-16 04:32 pm
[team sonic] always skies
First words from Switch.
Title from Ecstasy byJJ.
"Your body," Jeongguk says, blinking through the haze that fills the room. "It's nice."
Jimin looks up from the bottom of his glass, the rust red rimming the bottom, staining the ground, to see a young man standing a few metres away, swaying slightly as a red plastic cup dangles from his fingers. Pale liquid splashes out, and Jimin can tell that the stranger has been drinking too much plasma. He licks his lips.
"I know," he says, grinning, before he can stop himself, though it's true. He's distracted, though, when the young man sways alarmingly, almost toppling sideways; Jimin barely hears the crash of his glass on the wood floor as he rushes forward, catching the stranger as he falls.
He's too light, his limbs too loose, and Jimin wonders when he last ate.
"When's the last time you had more than plasma?" he asks, but the face looking up at him only blinks, eyes glazed, pupils dilated wide and expressive passive, waiting.
"Fuck," Jimin mutters to himself as he searches for a pulse. The heartrate, when he finds it under his fingers, is too fast, a butterfly flapping, the racing heart of something that's all too transient. This young man has been on the bender to end all benders, and Jimin wonders, distractedly, what he's trying to do, but it doesn't matter as he pulls his sleeve up and sets his teeth to his wrist, tearing the skin.
It hurts, like it always does, and Jimin wishes he'd thought to bring his kit to the house party, but then again he wasn't on call; he wasn't expecting to need to wear his paramedic hat here, tonight, when he only wanted to unwind a bit, maybe take advantage of Seokjin's exotic blood cellar. His arm doesn't shake though, as he lifts the stranger up, supporting him on his thigh while he parts his lips and sets his seeping wrist to the young man's mouth.
The blood pools in his mouth, pooling over his lips and trickling down his chin, and Jimin sighs for a moment before he brings his wrist to his own mouth, sucking up a mouthful before he leans down to deposit the warm liquid into the stranger's mouth, keeping their lips sealed together and his reached around to stroke the young man's throat until he thankfully swallows. Thank god for reflexes, Jimin thinks to himself, as he repeats the action, until the stranger is swallowing for himself.
It's enough then, probably a bit too far, so Jimin laps at the torn edges of skin with his pooling saliva until the flesh knits itself together, keeping an eye on the young man who seems to be surfacing.
"Ah. . ." the stranger sighs, mouth open and red tinging his lips. He looks confused, and Jimin tries to assess the situation.
"What's your name?" he asks, holding his fingers over the young man's wrist. His pulse itsn't good, still fluttery, but it's better than before.
"I'm. . ." the young man's voice trails off, as he blinks up at the ceiling. Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls the dispatcher.
"I need an ambulance to ■■ ■■■■■ street," he says, "Patient is exhibiting signs of mental distress and appears to be suffering from a plasma overdose, though other substances may have been imbibed. Initial blood has been administered orally."
"I'm, I'm Jeongguk?" the young man asks the air past Jimin's shoulder, and Jimin hangs up, tucking the young man, Jeongguk?, into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down his cold arms.
Jeongguk, he wonders, What happened to you?
Title from Ecstasy byJJ.
"Your body," Jeongguk says, blinking through the haze that fills the room. "It's nice."
Jimin looks up from the bottom of his glass, the rust red rimming the bottom, staining the ground, to see a young man standing a few metres away, swaying slightly as a red plastic cup dangles from his fingers. Pale liquid splashes out, and Jimin can tell that the stranger has been drinking too much plasma. He licks his lips.
"I know," he says, grinning, before he can stop himself, though it's true. He's distracted, though, when the young man sways alarmingly, almost toppling sideways; Jimin barely hears the crash of his glass on the wood floor as he rushes forward, catching the stranger as he falls.
He's too light, his limbs too loose, and Jimin wonders when he last ate.
"When's the last time you had more than plasma?" he asks, but the face looking up at him only blinks, eyes glazed, pupils dilated wide and expressive passive, waiting.
"Fuck," Jimin mutters to himself as he searches for a pulse. The heartrate, when he finds it under his fingers, is too fast, a butterfly flapping, the racing heart of something that's all too transient. This young man has been on the bender to end all benders, and Jimin wonders, distractedly, what he's trying to do, but it doesn't matter as he pulls his sleeve up and sets his teeth to his wrist, tearing the skin.
It hurts, like it always does, and Jimin wishes he'd thought to bring his kit to the house party, but then again he wasn't on call; he wasn't expecting to need to wear his paramedic hat here, tonight, when he only wanted to unwind a bit, maybe take advantage of Seokjin's exotic blood cellar. His arm doesn't shake though, as he lifts the stranger up, supporting him on his thigh while he parts his lips and sets his seeping wrist to the young man's mouth.
The blood pools in his mouth, pooling over his lips and trickling down his chin, and Jimin sighs for a moment before he brings his wrist to his own mouth, sucking up a mouthful before he leans down to deposit the warm liquid into the stranger's mouth, keeping their lips sealed together and his reached around to stroke the young man's throat until he thankfully swallows. Thank god for reflexes, Jimin thinks to himself, as he repeats the action, until the stranger is swallowing for himself.
It's enough then, probably a bit too far, so Jimin laps at the torn edges of skin with his pooling saliva until the flesh knits itself together, keeping an eye on the young man who seems to be surfacing.
"Ah. . ." the stranger sighs, mouth open and red tinging his lips. He looks confused, and Jimin tries to assess the situation.
"What's your name?" he asks, holding his fingers over the young man's wrist. His pulse itsn't good, still fluttery, but it's better than before.
"I'm. . ." the young man's voice trails off, as he blinks up at the ceiling. Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls the dispatcher.
"I need an ambulance to ■■ ■■■■■ street," he says, "Patient is exhibiting signs of mental distress and appears to be suffering from a plasma overdose, though other substances may have been imbibed. Initial blood has been administered orally."
"I'm, I'm Jeongguk?" the young man asks the air past Jimin's shoulder, and Jimin hangs up, tucking the young man, Jeongguk?, into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down his cold arms.
Jeongguk, he wonders, What happened to you?