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[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; A Series of Lists (Part 20); PG

part 20: five times they were Blushie

From: Taemin Tuesday 4:35pm jonghyun please explain the nut meme to me

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1 “Jonghyuuun,” Taemin calls. Whines, more like, raising his voice just loud enough to hopefully be heard upstairs. He pouts to himself as he lays on his stomach on the floor, squinting to see under the couch. He doesn’t know how he lost his swiss army knife under there so easily; he was filing his nails one second, and then the next it was slipping out of his hands and tumbling into the dark void.

“Yeah?” Jonghyun’s voice calls back. Taemin turns his face to face more upwards than downwards when shouts up again.

“Do you have a flashlight somewhere?” he asks.

“Uh,” Jonghyun says. There’s a pause after that, which Taemin assumes is Jonghyun trying to finish whatever cooking task he’s doing up there in the kitchen before he tries to think. He waits patiently, shuffling to his feet and brushing dust off of his clothes. He hears the familiar noise of someone going up the stairs to the motel rooms through the wall and wonders vaguely if the people in the lobby can hear their conversation. “In my bedside table drawer,” Jonghyun calls eventually. “The middle one. In there somewhere.”

“Okay,” Taemin shouts back. He shuffles his way into Jonghyun’s room, flicking the light on as he sits at the edge of his bed. Pulling open the drawer, he peeps inside. Looks like a bunch of stuff. He moves aside a little packet of tissues, a deck of cards, a box of lube and condoms, some cold medicine, cough drops, a magazine with Taemin’s face on it, a--

Wait.

Taemin pauses, pushing a pack of sticky notes back where they first were, and--yeah, that is his own face looking up at him. Huh. Taemin pulls out the magazine, snorting when he remembers the shoot. He still doesn’t get why they had him pose in front of a wall splattered with paint, but at least he looks like a babe. He smiles to himself thinking of Jonghyun having this magazine. He must have just come across it by chance and saved it. That’s cute. Jonghyun is cute. He loves his cute boyfriend.

When he moves to put it back into the drawer, he’s stopped by yet another picture of himself. He pauses again, looks at the magazine in his hands, looks at the one still in the drawer. When he reaches in to grab that one, he realizes that it’s actually just one on top of a whole stack.

“Oh,” he says to himself, and pulls all of them out at once. “Hmm.” This is a sizeable bunch of magazines. He flips through them all to confirm that they’re all of him. Each magazine is either opened to the ads he modeled for or stuck with a little postie note on the right page. Taemin flips through all of them with varying levels of regret--why the fuck did he he take that ramen job--and the occasional fond smile. He’s never actually taken the effort to look up the shit he’s done; some of these he doesn’t look too bad in.

He also finds himself grinning more and more at the fact that these were all just stacked neatly in Jonghyun’s drawer. That his little bub has looked for and bought and saved up every instance of his modeling career. That they were conveniently placed in the drawer right by his bed. The same drawer as his lube and condoms and tissues.

Suspicious.

“Tae?” Jonghyun calls then. Taemin looks up; it sounded like Jonghyun was just on the other side of the bedroom door. Even as he glances back down at the magazines Jonghyun jiggles the doorknob and pushes it open. Taemin doesn’t even really try to hide what he was looking at. It’s not his secret. “Did you find it?” Jonghyun asks as he steps into the room. He looks at Taemin at the bed, smiles, notices magazines in his lap, tilts his head curiously. “What’re you looking at?” he asks. Taemin cocks a brow, then holds the top one up.

Jonghyun looks at it for a long moment before his cheeks start to color pink.

“Oh,” he says, and his eyes flick down to the whole stack of magazines in Taemin’s lap. “Oh,” he says again, and immediately turns and walks out of the room, lifting his hands to cover his face. A wide smile spreads over Taemin’s lips as he catches the bright blush that’s made its way all the way to the back of Jonghyun’s neck.

2 When Jonghyun comes out of the bathroom, fresh and minty and all washed up for the day, he finds Taemin still sitting up in bed, sleepy and groggy and rubbing his palms into his eyes. He smiles fondly. Cute bub. Taemin finishes rubbing his face and looks up as he enters. His lips twitch up into a little smile and he waves softly.

“Happy birthday,” he says. Jonghyun smiles even wider. Bless.

“Thanks,” he says, sliding onto the bed and draping himself over it so his head is in Taemin’s lap. “Wanna take me to breakfast?” he asks, reaching up to poke Taemin’s soft little cheek. Taemin nips at his finger, pets his hair, pats his chest.

“Sure,” he says, “but, first. I got you some stuff.”

“Ooh,” Jonghyun says as Taemin leans over the side of the bed and rustles in his bag on the floor. He loves stuff. He sits up straight as Taemin pulls out a little box and holds it in his lap.

“Uh,” he says, and pulls the top off. “I didn’t wrap any of it, but.” He shrugs and hands Jonghyun a card first. It’s cute; it has pictures of puppies in birthday hats and it says “28? Celebrate!” in bubbly letters. Inside Taemin’s drawn him a heart with little blushies on it that Jonghyun chuckles at. That’s sweet.

“And,” Taemin says, pulling stuff out of the box. “I got you some fancy guitar polish,” he says, handing the bottle over. “And, a custom scented candle that smells like leather and asphalt… and… a notebook to write music notes in… and--oh. This,” he says, leaning down to rustle in his bag again. He pulls out a red and blue plaid button up and holds it up, peeping at Jonghyun from over the collar. “Because I thought you would look cute in it, with that purple hat you have,” he says.

“Ooh,” Jonghyun says again. He knows just the hat Taemin is talking about and he agrees. He puts all of his other new stuff down and reaches for the jacket, pulling it on over his blue tshirt. “Thanks, Tae,” he says, fixing it up over his shoulders. “For everything, heck.” This is all so nice. He pops the lid off of his candle and sniffs, then sniffs more when it smells exactly like Taemin does when he first shows up with the gang after being away for two months. Holy shit. This is a very important candle that he will cherish forever.

Taemin hands him the box as well; Jonghyun giggles as he takes it and gently puts everything else back inside. He loves them and he loves Taemin. They’re such thoughtful little gifts, even the jacket, and--

“Oh!” he says suddenly. The jacket reminded him of something. Taemin hums in question and Jonghyun wiggles to the edge of the bed to get off. “I have something for you too, hold on,” he says, opening the top right drawer. He runs his fingers over all of his hats and bracelets and earrings until he finds the right jewelry box, then pops it opens and shuffles through his rings until he finds it. “Aha,” he mumbles, and takes it out.

It’s a simple thing; a black band with silverish lines on each side. He takes it back with him to the bed and sits pleasantly in front of his babe, who’s looking at his closed hand with curiosity. Jonghyun smiles and holds it up for him to see.

“I’ve been meaning to give this to you for, like, months,” he says. He’d just been forgetting, but Taemin giving him the shirt made him remember. “I think rings would suit you.” He hands it over; Taemin takes it and looks at it in the palm of his hand.

“Oh,” he says. Jonghyun nods, looking around for his present box again. He takes the top and puts it on. He’ll put everything away later. “It’s not, like, a relationship ring, or anything,” he adds as he leans over to put the box on top of his bedside table drawer. “Just, like. An accessory. You don’t have to put it on your ring--”

He stops when he turns around; stops and just looks at Taemin, right hand halfway through sliding the ring down his left ring finger, bottom lip between his teeth, vibrantly pink in the cheeks. Taemin looks back at him, eyes wide and cheeks getting darker and darker by the second. Jonghyun feels the most amused and fluttery feeling inside of him and pulling his lips up into a wide grin.

“Tae,” he says. That’s so fucking sweet and adorable. Taemin hisses a soft curse, puts his face into his hands (the black of the ring stark against his flushed skin), and stands up without looking at Jonghyun again.

“Come on, kid, let’s go get you some breakfast,” he says loudly. He grabs one of Jonghyun’s jackets at random from his coat rack to pull over his sleep shirt as he all but speeds out of the bedroom. Jonghyun follows considerably slower, making sure to grab his purple hat from his drawer on the way out.

3 From: Taemin Tuesday 4:35pm jonghyun please explain the nut meme to me

To: Taemin Tuesday 4:35pm ??????? What

From: Taemin Tuesday 4:50pm idk i say nut sometimes like “wow you really nutted that frisbee when you threw it” and everyone tells me to stop but they say it in the same tone they use when they tell someone else to stop talking about memes but the only memes i know are the booty one and the tag yourself one so im really confused

To: Taemin Tuesday 4:51pm Oh,,,, my god

To: Taemin Tuesday 4:51pm It’s not really a meme but it’s slang

To: Taemin: Tuesday 4:52pm Nut means to jizz but usually in a jokey or exaggerated way

From: Taemin Tuesday 5:20pm ?

To: Taemin Tuesday 5:21pm Sometimes it’s just a synonym for jizz or ejaculate or whatever but usually it’s to say you’re feeling a lot of good emotions about something

To: Taemin Tuesday 5:21pm Like if you see something really rad or something that you’re excited about you say that you’re gonna nut

To: Taemin Tuesday 5:21pm You’re not actually going to jizz about it but it’s funny because the idea of someone jizzing over a coupon for free pizza or a good song is funny

From: Taemin Tuesday 7:30pm oh

To: Taemin Tuesday 7:31pm Speaking of good songs I have a few more for you to listen to the next time you’re here uwu

From: Taemin Tuesday 8:15pm nut

From: Jinki Wednesday 11:30am You explained what Nut means to him didn’t you :/

4 Taemin rests his chin in his hand as he slowly sips the rest of the milk from his cereal bowl, blinking sleepily at the cute strawberry decor of the kitchen tablecloth. The little strawberries smile back at him, greeting him good morning and making him feel sunny on the inside. He knew picking this out for Jonghyun’s house would be a good idea.

At the sink, Jonghyun hums to himself as he washes the dishes of whatever breakfast he’d made and finished before Taemin woke up and slouched down the hallway. Taemin lifts his eyes to smile fondly at him instead, little and cute and peppy with his fuzzy pajama pants and dark tank top. His arm muscles look extra nice today. Not too buff and inflated by the crushing pressures of the patriarchy like they used to be for a few years, but not at that too small point that makes him pouty about too many skipped days. They’re in the middle. Just right.

A line of black just above Jonghyun’s left elbow makes Taemin pause in his breakfast and squint. Scooting his chair closer, he reaches out to gently touch Jonghyun’s arm as he puts the last dish into the drying rack. Jonghyun hums, glancing at him over his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he asks. Taemin glances up at him, then back to his elbow. With Jonghyun still like this, he can see it clearly: black ink that spells out “inspiration” with a thin red line through it.

“You got a tattoo,” he says, rubbing his thumb over it gently. When the frickie did that happen. It definitely wasn’t there the last time Taemin left three months ago, but he’s been back for almost a month already. He can’t believe that he didn’t notice until just now.

“Oh,” Jonghyun says. He smiles, turning his arm to look at it himself. “Yeah,” he says. “Four, actually.” He grabs a dish towel to dry his hands as Taemin’s brows rise into his hair. Four.

“When?” he asks curiously.

“Uh, like, a week or two after you left last time,” Jonghyun shrugs. “Here’re my other ones, see--” He holds out his right arm, pointing to three simple words on the inside of his bicep: “never the less.” Then to his left forearm, where “Story Op. 1 2” is written, and then taps the back of his neck. “The one back there is a secret,” he says, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Taemin feels himself smiling too. That’s cute. They’re all cute. He’s heard Jonghyun say “nevertheless” a lot; whenever he’s pouty about having to do a chore but he does it anyway because he knows it’s right to do. And “inspiration” was the name he gave his first little set of concerts, and the Stories were his little album names.

“I like them,” he says, reaching up to run his fingers over Jonghyun’s bicep. They’re cute and fun and sentimental. Jonghyun beams back, booping their fingers together cutely before sitting down across from Taemin.

“I was thinking about getting a fifth, actually, I just remembered,” he says, “well, more than that, but--I was waiting to ask you about this specific one.”

“I--why?” Taemin asks. It’s Jonghyun’s body. He can do whatever the fuck he wants to it. Jonghyun smiles down at the table, bites his lip for a second, and looks back up.

“Because, um,” he says. “Inspiration and the stories were for me, and never the less is something I and my other friends say a lot together, and I wanted to get another one for… you.”

“Me?” Taemin asks blankly. A tattoo for him.

“Yeah,” Jonghyun says, nodding eagerly. “Nothing too big, but. It’s still going to be a permanent thing on my body that represents you, so I wanted to see if you were comfortable with that first before I went and did it.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal either way Taemin decides. Taemin hums shortly, not really agreeing or disagreeing. Just processing. A tattoo for him.

“I was thinking, like,” Jonghyun continues. “Hereish, on the inside of my arm.” He flips his left elbow over and draws a little circle with his finger just above the crook of it. “A little black leaf with light green veins. Because, you know, you like plants, and you have all your defense mechanisms on the outside but for me usually now you’re really bright and relaxed, and. I just think it would be cute.”

A tattoo for Taemin.

All of this information suddenly registers to Taemin all at once, and the way his body decides to react to it is by blushing violently and sliding out of his chair to sit on the floor under the table.

Jonghyun wants to get a little symbol to represent Taemin inked into his skin. He wants it there to look at and to smile at and to think about and to show off to everyone. He wants it there permanently, always, so it never goes away, even after he’s gone and in the ground. Future alien archaeologists will dig up his grave and analyze it and find evidence of the tattoo that stood for how much he loved Taemin and--

“Fuck,” Taemin whispers into his knees.

“Tae?” Jonghyun says genty. Taemin doesn’t look up, but he can tell from the direction of Jonghyun’s voice that he’s sat himself on the floor under the table with him. He appreciates that. “Are you emotional because I, your boyfriend of, like, sixteen years, wants a little ink leaf to remember you by?”

“Yeah,” Taemin squeaks. That is exactly it. What the fuck. Jonghyun laughs softly and Taemin hears him shuffling more forward until little hands appear on his knees. Jonghyun paps his knees gently, rests his chin on one.

“So is that a yes?” he asks.

Taemin nods with the tiniest noise of confirmation and feels his whole body getting warmer as he does so.

5 Jonghyun taps his fingers on the underside of the desk as the front door opens and a few bikers come in. He’s twenty-five and far too used to them all to still be getting excited like this, but he can’t help what he can’t help. Hearing all of their bikes rumbling from down the road still makes him shiver sometimes.

It’s around half the group today that parks in the front lot and it’s three that come inside. One of those three is Taemin and Jonghyun fights himself to smile at Jinki when he comes to the front counter instead. He is a professional adult working his very important professional job and he can’t make eyes at his boyfriend just because he’s shown up after two months of being away.

“Hi Jinki,” he says, shaking his excited hands out one last time under the desk before he lifts them to rest on top of it instead. “Welcome back,” he says. He glances at Kyuhyun on Jinki’s left with a little smile to greet him too, and then glances considerably longer at Taemin on Jinki’s right with a considerably larger smile. Taemin holds his gaze, eyes dark and quiet and warm, before Jonghyun makes himself look back to the leader of the gang.

“Thanks,” Jinki hums. He leans one arm on Jonghyun’s counter in a way that looks casually comfortable but Jonghyun knows is actually sleepy. They must have gotten up early this morning. “Three rooms, this time,” Jinki says, reaching in his jacket pocket for his wallet. “And six bikes.” He jerks his head backwards to indicate the little jumble of motorcycles in the parking lot waiting for their garage passes. Jonghyun notes Taemin glancing back out there as well as he nods.

“Mmhmm,” he hums. He scoots a step over to the computer and starts tapping in the normal information for Jinki’s name. “Do you have any preferences for the rooms?” he asks. They’re mostly empty today. Jinki shrugs, shaking his head, but Kyuhyun nods and leans up on the counter next to him.

“Yeah, can I get one in the back by the trees?” he asks. “I’m tired of Changmin whining about the sun,” he grumbles. Jonghyun snorts.

“Sure,” he says, tabbing over to one of the back corner rooms. In the corner of his eye, he catches a sleepy biker babe kind of shuffling to the side. He glances at Taemin as he’s reaching under the counter to grab the three sets of keys. He has his forearm casually on the counter as he slides down it, towards the wall, towards the gap between the two. When Jonghyun hands the keys over and starts entering in the parking information, Taemin slowly steps behind the counter. He starts making his way back to Jonghyun, scooping a business card from a little stack in a blatantly obvious attempt to look like he’s not being sneaky.

Jonghyun grins to himself as he pulls six little placards from a drawer.

“Here you go,” he says, giving Jinki the keys and five of the passes. He sets the last one on the desk, patting it pleasantly as Taemin super casually slides right behind him and slips his arms around his waist. He sees Kyuhyun roll his eyes and Jinki smirk knowingly at Taemin over his shoulder and tries not to smile too wide. He’s really grown to love these public displays of affection Taemin gives him sometimes. He thinks it’s nice that they’re both more comfortable enough for shit like this.

“Thank you,” Jinki says pleasantly, taking both the keys and cards in one hand. With his other he hands Jonghyun his credit card and then props his chin in his hand as he waits. Jonghyun rests his right hand on top of Taemin’s on his stomach and uses his left to swipe Jinki’s card and take care of the money. He’s sure that no one will mind the extra few seconds it takes him to do things one-handed. And if anyone does, he’s sure that Taemin won’t mind taking a second from how he’s nuzzled into the back of Jonghyun’s neck to frown at them about it.

He finishes logging everything into the computer and smiles the customer service smile he’s been perfecting back at Jinki, handing his card back easily.

“Okay, thanks,” he says. “Enjoy your stay.”

“Mmhmm,” Jinki smiles. He glances at Taemin as he slots his wallet back into his pocket. “Dinner at that place you like in town later,” he says.

“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums back. Jonghyun feels him give a little nod behind him. He waves the other two off, watching them walk back outside to roll their bikes into the garage. Jonghyun assumes that since Taemin is here clinging to his back that he parked in an outside spot and is going to move his bike later. When the door closes behind Jinki, Jonghyun starts to turn in Taemin arms. Taemin’s hands on his waist guide him the rest of the way until he’s looking up at his babe, sleepy and quiet.

“Hi,” he says. He slides his hands up Taemin’s stomach to pap against his jacket. Taemin slides one hand up to Jonghyun’s chin, tiling his face up gently. His thumb rubs lightly over his lower lip, dark eyes intent on his mouth, before he leans down and kisses him.

Jonghyun melts into it easily, amused but not surprised at Taemin’s bluntness. He isn’t kissing hard, just deep, each breath a slow movement of his lips against Jonghyun’s. He holds Jonghyun’s face close with a hand on the side of his neck and his body close with a hand on his hip. Jonghyun likes it. A quiet voice at the back of his head nags about being seen like this by anyone but he knows that they have at least another minute before all of the bikers come inside. He can indulge himself in his boyfriend for a little bit if he wants to. And he can let Taemin indulge in him as the very first thing he does here in two months.

“Hi,” Taemin breathes when he finally pulls back. He rubs his thumb over Jonghyun’s cheek as Jonghyun’s eyes flutter open. Jonghyun licks his lips as he meets Taemin’s eyes. Taemin watches the movement, thumb sliding down to tap the corner of his mouth. “I had a dream about your lips this morning,” he says quietly. “I couldn’t stop thinking about them.”

“Oh,” Jonghyun says, and that’s all it takes. Just that one, simple, honest statement that has heat creeping up into his whole face. He hides his face in his hands, pressing close to lean into Taemin’s shoulder. Taemin dreamt about him. What the fuck. That’s so. Beautiful and wonderful. He’s gonna fucking implode.

“I made you blush,” Taemin says. His voice is a guilty little mumble as he wraps his arm fully around Jonghyun’s waist. “Sorry,” he says.

“Nnnn,” Jonghyun says. He shakes his head, leaning back and lowering his hands just enough so he can peep up at Taemin. “It’s not an anxiety blush,” he says. The furthest thing from it for once, honestly. “It’s a flattered blush. Don’t feel bad.” He knows Taemin has been really trying to be gentle with his anxiety lately now that he’s getting a better hold on it and he doesn’t want him to think that he’s fucked up. Taemin looks down at him, relief in the way his fingers curl into the hair at the nape of Jonghyun’s neck.

“So, like, a good blush?” he asks. Jonghyun smiles and nods, lowering his hands to give Taemin a quick little peck.

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s good.” Taemin hums shortly, kissing him again. He pulls back and rubs his knuckles lightly over the pink of Jonghyun’s cheeks.

“Good,” he says, and there’s a fond warmth in his voice that makes Jonghyun warm all over again. “You’re really cute when you blush,” he says.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jonghyun says. He buries his face in Taemin’s shoulder again, pink all the way down to his soul as his heart swells.

[doctorgerth]

C, J and N for Marco and Shanks please 😁

Two wholesome men, nice choice anon! Hope you enjoy 💘

Fluff Alphabet (Marco, Shanks) (C, N, W)

Marco

C = Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- it’s a good thing to be dating a doctor, because Marco knows exactly how to help his s/o through a panic attack. he knows all the breathing exercises and even has their medication on hand to help when necessary if they are prone to them. he has such a calming personality that is really beneficial during moments like that. he just knows his partner very well, and can help them through their attacks easily. 

- he’s also great with helping his s/o out in general, when they’re feeling down in the dumps and just need some comfort. he’ll draw a nice bath for them, or offer a cuddly nap together. he’ll listen to them rant, vent, and ramble about whatever they need to get off their chest and will try his best to offer advice when needed. he just does a great job of taking a step back and reminds them that he is there for them to get them through whatever they need. but if they need time for themselves, he can understand that as well. he’s never pushy or demanding, very doting and selfless!

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

- Marco tends to use the more traditional nicknames, sticking to the loving and non-embarrassing ones: love, dear, darling, honey, and babe are about his range, with love and dear being used the most often! he tries his hardest to stay casual when they are around others, but a nickname or two almost always slips out. also a very “honey, I’m home!” kind of man. 

- there’s been a few moments where he’s temporarily forgotten their actual name because he uses the nicknames so much! sometimes when he’s feeling flirty he’ll slide in a cutie or a sexy in there. you won’t ever catch him using any silly nicknames really, they’re too embarrassing! as for himself, he loves when his partner calls him handsome, honey, darling, love, etc! he gets a lil blushy when they call him flirty names like hot stuff or sexy, but he still definitely enjoys it.

W = Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

- after being with them for so long, Marco developed a bad habit of referring to his s/o as “my wife/husband” when introducing them to people or simply talking about them even though they weren’t married yet! the whole village just referred to  them as Marco’s wife/husband without even thinking about it for a really long time. after Marco’s 524th slip up, he ended up buying a ring to finally make it official!

Shanks

C = Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- he’ll at first try to make them laugh and smile, thinking maybe they just need a little pick me up. if his silly antics don’t cheer his partner up, then serious, sweet, and caring Shanks will emerge to whisk them away. he’ll also be extra cuddly with them, holding them close and listening to them cry or whatever else they need to do to feel better. he’ll pet their hair, rub their back, litter their skin with kisses, and remind them over and over how amazing, strong, and capable they are and that they can conquer anything! he will remind them that he is there for them and that he loves them no matter what.

- he can be a bit overbearing sometimes as he won’t leave them alone until they genuinely smile again! but he just wants to be sure that they’re okay, and he’ll spend however long it takes to make them feel better. sometimes he just rambles to distract them. he’ll share all kinds of crazy stories about his adventures, some true and some definitely exaggerated, but the way he tells the stories is so captivating that it honestly really helps to calm his partner down! his favorite story to tell is how they met and when he realized he fell in love with them. ❤️

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o? 

- the most cutesy, ridiculous names ever. some are genuine and endearing, some are just so ridiculous they’re silly! babe, sweetheart, sweetie, love, darling, honey, baby love, dear, doll, angel, sweet cheeks, cutie/cutie pie, sexy mama, hot stuff, sunshine, sugar/sugarlump,  love muffin, pookie bear, kitten, buttercup, cuddle bug, the list literally goes on and on.

- you can always tell what kind of mood he’s in with the choice of nicknames. babe, honey, sweetheart, etc. being genuine terms of endearment. sweet cheeks, sexy mama, love muffin, etc. are more for when he’s being playful and flirtatious. sugar lump, pookie bear, cuddle bug, etc. is just Shanks trying to be silly in order to embarrass his s/o and make them smile! will also probably use these when he’s drunk lol he also loves to be called nicknames himself, no nickname is too embarrassing for him! he practically thrives off of the silly nicknames lol

W = Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

- he has a picture of him and his s/o together in his pocket at all times. he pulls this picture out when times are tough, when he’s doubting himself, or when the distance is making things truly hard. one look at that picture and he’s instantly reminded of the pure love they share and his whole reason for fighting. the picture is extra wrinkled from unfolding and refolding it so many times and a little splotched in other areas due to tear stains, but he wouldn’t dare replace it.

[katrinawritesthings]

hi yes i love biker au very much it's very good i re-read it all the time thank you so much for sharing it with us!!! i was just wondering if u could maybe talk a little bit about idk when taemin was first adopted by jinki??? because you've said it was very important for both of them and i just wanna know every little detail about their relationship in this au because it's so Wholesome and i love it just thank you so much for writing it

! high kicks ahh thank you friend uwu this is v sweet

and also lies on the floor bc i Love biker au and biker au ontae they are good and pure

i’ve been meaning to write a part about their first week for a while but i keep not getting around to it lmao but

it was a lot of taem doing many many many little tiny smiles bc like Yeah he’s had the whole No Emotions Allowed Thing practised to perfection for years by the time he was sixteen but he’d just rly never been this constantly happy before and he had to get used to it before he could act like it didn’t exist

before long he was back to being a sleepy lil asshole tho

and i think they stayed at kyuhyun’s place for the first few days and taem 100% kinda wiggled into the spare room jinki was in like “hey,,, uh,,, wanna,,, let a kid sleep with you,,, maybe,,,,” and jinki’s like “what really” and taem’s like “Look this is a new place and i don’t fucking know anyone and i’m not used to sleeping alone and just let me sleep in your bed with you god”

and he’s all huffy and blushie and jinki’s just like lmao but accepts rly easily bc he doesn’t mind sharing a bed with anyone and Especially not with his new lil nugget child

so taem wiggles into bed with him and holds his arm and jinki’s like “rad look at me letting my kid sleep with me when he’s nervous,,, being a good dad,,, this is what good dads do right” and taem’s like “idk how would i know” and jinki’s like Hmm

bc like??? it’s only just now really settling in that this is a Big and Important thing that he’s done

and he resolves to do the Best That He Possibly Can at it

and it took them a lil bit to get used to each other as a constant guardian/kid thing with rules and guidelines and whatnot instead of a “that lil shit kid that would always bug jinki every time the gang stopped at that one restaurant for lunch every month or two” kind of thing but they figured it out

tbh the first time jongtae met was only a few weeks after taem was adopted and they were already p okay by then

all taem wanted was to be away from his hometown and have someone let him be him and help him when he needed it and that’s what jinki gave him

and for all of his hesitance and worries and uncertainty jinki never Once regretted his decision