#jong: told u lmao

[boyfhee]

i will never give you any warnings (゜ロ゜) hehe, you got what rank, 6k and 676 marks, cae didi i could never. have a huge respect for you and i wlnder how much you might have studied and worked hard for it. such a scam :(

my dad bought a management seat, but the admission office said to apply for counselling in rounds 1 and 2 so that we can get fees concestion. by admission was done yesterday, and could you believe that i saw final year students in the seminar hall, they wore their robes but i dont think it was graduation.

i saw a senior rome around the campus bunking classes, lmao and that dude was my dad's friend's friend son :-O such a surprise. i actually took cse course, just pure cse no ai or ml or ds.

for my dad, half off the tension have been cured and next is my sister's who want to join bipc (-)_(-) lol my dad is saying she won't study but now that 30% of the syllabus has been removed (is it 30% or just a few chapters..) i think it would be easy to get seat in our state rather than joining aiims 🥲

well, let's talk about me and only me 🤭 i had dreams of becoming a doctor, but sadly, i have fear of blood and needles like injecting them on someone. i gave on the last minute and join mpc. never knew my life would be this messed up haha 🙃

jay, did you see his new segment – jjong ddu ddu, he is so cute. he is y(our) ddu ddu 😭🫶🏽 i love him so much. also since when were you an enha stan and when did you get into kpop??

— lover club anon <3

PLEASEEEEE i was fighting demons while preparing for this and this is what i get in return TT i think bio comes to me naturally, which is one reason why i chose this field, but phy and chem were the real challenge and gave me the hardest time ( but i have improved a lot which is the main thing here )

and i would love to give more tips on counselling but i barely have any TT my dad usually keeps a check of these things— he literally told me to focus on studies and he will handle the rest, i love him :> also cse is fun ! again, i'm not very knowledgeable about it since that isn't my field, but i enjoyed coding and studying cs in highschool. html was my thing, but python...can it die :/

also good luck to your sister with pcb ! it's true a lot of chapters have been removed, but a bunch of stuff has been added as well, especially the practical skills— which are being asked in these exams. it's going to get worse in the coming years with the amount of students that appear for neet, but i hope your sister makes it through nonetheless. and also wishing u good luck for college :D

and omg luckily i do not have fear of anything but i'm scared as hell because what if i faint in front of the cadavers ㅠㅠ plus i absolutely cannot stand formaldehyde. but it's okay, there are a lot more fields for you, i hope you have fun studying and working in them ><

also, i haven't had the time to watch jong ddu ddu ( what a cute name, by the way ) but i've been seeing pics and clips all over twitters. he's so adorable and bf coded aaa >///< i got into kpop around 2018 i think ? and have been an engene since dimension : answer era. what about u :O

[lavender-annd-lilac]

He's always so chipper.

I already hate him more than Emily Blunt’s character hated Anne Hathaway’s character in The Devil Wears Prada

my old job was super strict

So, if someone told me a job was “super strict”, I would probably assume they meant something like 2 min washroom breaks every 8h and less like, call your boss “boss”

And I still can't believe how lucky I am to have the best boss in the world

chill with the praise kid, not like you’re working for Kim Jong-un here. Just be a normal employee lmao

🙄🙄🙄

"I know it's not the usual but we all deserve a treat from time to time."

This child was raised by corporate slogans. His mom is Mrs. L’Oréal “because you’re worth it” Paris, and his dad is Mr. “have a break, have a Kit Kat”

Will Ferrell’s character from Elf is his godfather

The blue-tinted lighting of the editorial is lackluster.

Hey, it’s not just blue, it’s not turquoise, it’s not lapis, it’s actually cerulean. And that blue represents millions of dollars of countless jobs

Your wrap skirt exposes more than your knee but the top of your sheer stocking. You fix it quickly.

You decide to give him Lindy's suite since she won't be there.

My paranoid brain: He killed her

"I'm stronger," he winks as he wheels ahead of you, "this way, mademoiselle."

I’m having acute second hand embarrassment rn. My soul just left my fucking body like Don Draper’s did when he had to watch Megan perform Zou Bisou Bisou

Rude? No, like I said, best boss I've ever had

Lmao if this was any other story or if he was like, a female employee I’d pass him a note like: “who hurt u? blink twice if u are being held hostage” bc this is some over the top Handmaid’s tale “blessed be the fruit”, “yes, we are very happy” shit

"I do happen to be American," Peter says dumbly.

"How absolutely adorable, I could spoon him up and eat him with a nice sorbet."

I could never be around these ppl bc I’d constantly just be like “is this person a low key cannibal, or just French?”

🤔

"Wow, is that Shaq?" He looks across the aisle, "I didn't think he'd be into fashion."

Not my dumbass thinking he meant SHAKIRA before he said “he” and then I looked up the name and it’s the eco tank printer guy

He snickers as he leans even closer, retracting his hand, only to drape his arm over your shoulders, "an editor-in-chief with a younger man, too? The scandal."

Big Applebees Steve energy tbh

Assistant Peter or Best Friend's Ex Bucky?

Everybody Talks

Warnings: unwanted touches, suggestions of more.

Please send in feedback if so inclined. Thank you all 💜

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

"Rough night?" Peter sets down a steaming mug of coffee, the aroma drawing a sigh from your lungs.

You look up from your mindless scrolling and hide a yawn behind your hand. He smiles as he slides the cup closer and takes a step back, a portfolio under his arm. His youth irritates you as much as it piques your envy. He's always so chipper.

"Here you go, boss," he puts the leather folder on the other side of your desk, "this is the mock-up for the Winter spread."

"Mmm," you nod but make no move to take the folder, instead opting for the blonde roast with a touch of oat milk. He always gets it exactly right. "Thanks. Again, boss seems a bit... heavy."

"Sorry, habit," he shrugs and you notice the line of his shoulders, the way the line of his throat leads down below his collar, a hint at the broad chest that makes his buttons strain, "my old job was super strict."

"And we're not," you challenge, "Parker, you've worked here two years."

"It's gone fast, what can I say? And I still can't believe how lucky I am to have the best boss in the world."

"Calm down, you'll get a stellar reference you click on outlook and nearly purr as you have your first sip, "what is this?"

You look at the cup and give it a sniff.

"They had a new flavour in the lounge, sugar cookie."

"Ah."

"I know it's not the usual but we all deserve a treat from time to time."

"No problem, it's good," you set the cup down and rub your cheek as you cradle your chin in your hand, "thanks, Parker. You can get back to it."

He hesitates, lingering, "you sure you don't need anything else?"

"You know I didn't hire you to be my coffee jockey, you got enough on your plate."

"Yes, bo--" he stops himself and uses your name instead, "you know where to find me."

"Sure do," you say as your phone screen lights up and draws your attention. Another call from your husband. He can wait. Or rot for all you care.

❤️‍🔥

"Norman, I don't care-- No, no, I'm not one of your cronies. Or your son. Don't start that with me," you huff into the speaker, your screen saver bouncing against the walls of your monitor, "we talked about this already. You want to go, go. It will be alone. You've known about Paris all year. I can't miss it."

"Darling, you really are intractable. It's an anniversary gift and again, you want to work--"

"Yes, I do. It's my job. It's the same thing every year, Norman," you snap, "and don't begin to lecture me on work trips and family obligations, alright? How many nights have I slept alone while you're out schmoozing your business partners or late at the lab. If you want to talk about this, call Dr. Suzanne and I'll be happy to have her advise."

"Ugh, I do love your fire, dear, but it burns hot," he snarls.

"Oh shut up." You hang up and toss your phone on your desk and lean back in your chair with a growl. You don't know why you don't just go to the lawyer already. Well, you know, the same excuse as always. You're too busy.

You shake your head and roll forward, swiping away the idle screen and setting back to your itinerary. Before Norman, you weren't like this. You liked being home but he made work your only escape. It was an easy excuse not to be entirely alone.

❤️‍🔥

You're barely away as you slowly flip through the pages of the portfolio. The blue-tinted lighting of the editorial is lackluster. You don't recall giving Seasonal Affective Disorder as a theme. You scribble in your notebook and chew the end of the pen. You really don't want to have a whole new shoot but some of these photos are lit like shit.

There's a gentle knock and you lurch back in your chair. Most of the office is gone by now.

"Come in," you call over your desk as you rest your fingertips on the glossy page.

A bouquet of flowers enters. For a moment you don't notice the body on the other side. Peter holds the huge basket of petals in his arms as he angles through, his reddish hair barely visible over the top. He puts them down on the round table by the window.

"These came for you," he says as he faces you, giving a sniff to his shirt, "they smell nice."

"I can only imagine who sent them," you grumble, Norman's oldest trick. You're well past him buying forgiveness. "If it wasn't such a hassle, I'd have you dump them in the bin."

"If that's what you want--"

"Parker, no," you scoff, "what are you still doing here."

"I got a bit carried away planning for Paris. I didn't go last year so... I'm kinda excited."

"Yeah, I... guess I take it for granted," you roll the pen between your fingers and put it down, "you need to go."

"And what about you?" He counters.

"I'm headed out," you say as you close the portfolio, "promise."

He nods, his brown eyes warm and placid as he watches you stand. You give an awkward smile as your knee gives a pop. You're really starting to feel the long work days. He looks down, you assume because of the noise and you do too. Your wrap skirt exposes more than your knee but the top of your sheer stocking. You fix it quickly.

"Uh," his throat bobs, "yeah, I'll get going, boss."

You want to correct him but you're too embarrassed. You wait for him to go before you give yourself a thorough lookover. Everything else is exactly where it belongs. Great, just the young assistant seeing the grumpy old lady's thigh, no big deal.

🤛

It's rainy in Paris.

It hardly matters to Peter as you cross the airport with bags in tow and he babbles on about all the things he's read about. Lindy delayed her flight at the last moment and Howard always came early and left sooner. You try to be patient, try to remember when you were an intern in New York for the first time, but you're drawn thin. Norman didn't even say goodbye.

You get a taxi and give the Hotel's name. It's more expensive so the driver needs no direction. You tip him and Peter follows you out. He follows you up to the grand archway entrance and gives a noise of awe as you cross the lobby. You decide to give him Lindy's suite since she won't be there.

He gleefully takes his keycard and you check your phone. Yep, nothing. Norman's past hounding you. You're as infuriated as you are relieved.

"Here," Peter grabs your suitcase before you can, "I got it."

"They have bellboys--"

"I'm stronger," he winks as he wheels ahead of you, "this way, mademoiselle."

You could laugh at his little act. You trail behind him to the elevator and he lets you in ahead of him. The ascent has you slightly dizzy and you step off thankfully. You check your keycard and point him in the right direction.

You thank him, almost reaching for a bill from your wallet to give him, and catch yourself.

"Anything else?" He asks as he rolls your suitcase to stand against the wall.

"No, Parker, that's fine. Thank you."

"Peter," he says, "two years and you still call me Parker."

"I'm... sorry," you say softly, realising how you reproached him for simply calling you boss. "P- Peter, if I've been rude these last few weeks, I apologise. I've had a lot going on and it's not an excuse to take it out on you."

"Rude? No, like I said, best boss I've ever had."

You nod and let out a sigh, "well, I'll... see you tomorrow morning."

"Bright and early, mademoiselle," he grins, "have a good one."

He spins on his heel and strides out lightly. You close the door behind him and groan as it clicks, the hours in a plane seat twinge in your hips. You have to try to enjoy this trip, if only to spite Norman.

❤️‍🔥

"You can have Lindy's seat," you say as you lead Peter amid the crowds, "wouldn't look good to have an empty seat with our name on it. Especially in the front-- Maria!" You interrupt yourself as you great the silver-haired designer, "so wonderful to see you again. Thank you so much for the gift basket."

"Thank you for the editorial," she says in her lilted baritone, "oh my, have we traded in the old model?"

She tweaks a brow in Peter's direction and his cheeks redden as you peek over at him. You give a soft laugh, not enough to embarrass him.

"This is my assistant, Peter Parker. He's a photographer as well."

"Peter Parker," Maria drawls out, "what an... American name."

"I do happen to be American," Peter says dumbly.

"How absolutely adorable, I could spoon him up and eat him with a nice sorbet."

"Uhhh," Peter gives a squint.

"Don't let us keep you," you gently touch Maria's elbow, "we should find our seats."

She passes on as another voice calls out her name. You continue on to the crowded runway and edge along the front row. You sit and smooth your skirt, a vintage designer piece chosen deliberately for the event. An editor-in-chief can't look a mess even if they feel one. Peter looks good enough in a Gucci button up and slacks, hair tidy enough to seem as if he belongs. You can't help but notice the Louis Vuitton loafers.

"Are those new?" You ask.

"Oh, uh, have a friend who tends to hoard nice things," he shrugs, "and that dress?"

"Not new," you assure him.

"Still, it looks good."

"Comes with the territory. Everyone's here competing and in the front row, the press will be sure to get a couple snaps."

"Wow, is that Shaq?" He looks across the aisle, "I didn't think he'd be into fashion."

"Like I said, people come to be seen and they are seen," you say.

"Oh, right," he looks around and his eyes round. There's already a long lens aimed in your direction, "it hasn't even started yet."

"Yeah, there's really no start or end, it just happens," you say, "last year wasn't particularly great for us. Howard got a bit... tipsy so he's skipping it this year."

"Ah," he nods and smooths his shirt. You try not to pay attention as the fabric draws taut over his chest.

Another guest claims the chair next to you and you greet them, another editor, and settle in as seats begin to feel. The anticipation builds until the room grows dim. The runway lights up with shades of rose. The crowd quiets and Maria comes out to introduce her collection.

As the first model comes back, you make sure to keep your posture straight. You've done this enough times to be aware of every tick and move you make. You have a magazine to represent and right now, it's the only thing going right in your life. You watch the designs and give a thought arch of your brow, the colors are interesting but the cut doesn't quite fit.

You feel a tickle on your leg but keep your focus on the runway. Then the warmth spread across your leg and squeezes you through your skirt. You flick your lashes in shock as Peter leans over as he feels your thigh, "I like the colours..."

"What are you doing?" You withhold your chagrin as you move your lips subtly, focusing on keeping your composure.

"Just wanted to get your attention..." he whispers, "and the press. Imagine what they'll say."

"Peter, get your hand off me." You warn under your breath.

"It'll definitely piss Norman off, won't it?" He snickers as he leans even closer, retracting his hand, only to drape his arm over your shoulders, "an editor-in-chief with a younger man, too? The scandal."

"Parker--"

"This isn't appropriate."

"Don't worry, boss," he brushes his nose along your cheek, "it's not all for the press. I really am going to fuck you."

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; One-Night Stand; PG

tfw ur one night stand wakes u up with a kissie and an uwu and an i love u and then like ten seconds later a “wait ur not my boyfriend lmao whoops”

Taemin pouts to himself as he struggles to wiggle into his pants under the covers. He just wanted to go out and do some fricking last night, and now he’s a mistress.

ao3

Taemin wakes up not to gentle sunlight through open curtains, but to a gentle but peppy tune that he doesn’t recognize. It’s accompanied by the steady, grating rumbles of a phone vibrating on wood and he scrunches his face, lifting one hand from heavy covers to rub his eyes. Ugh. He frowns at himself as he remembers the night before and why he’s being roused this way. Trust him to nab a one night stand with a fucking alarm. Garbage.

And rustling under his arm, a warm body next to his under the covers. He blinks blearily as his babe hums low in his throat and nuzzles against his chest. Soft brown hair pops up from under the covers over a round nose and plush lips. A tan, muscled arm wiggles out and paps around for his phone, grabbing it eventually and tapping the alarm dismissed. After, he drops it back onto his bedside table and then flops down against Taemin’s shoulder, rubbing against him and slipping a sleepy arm around his waist, tugging him close.

Oh. Taemin hums just a breath without even making any noise, peering blearily down at the babe burrowing into his shoulder with sleepy, whiny little grumbles. Well. Alright then. If he gets such a cute wakeup partner then he guess he doesn’t mind. He closes his eyes again, relaxing into his pillow and lifting his arm up around his shoulders. Jonghyun. That’s his name. Taemin thinks. He’s not so good at the whole memory thing, and even less so after a few orgasms. He’ll ask before he gets dressed and heads home, just to be polite.

A minute goes by before Jonghyun breathes in a deep, steeling breath and pushes himself up onto his arms.

“Good morning, my wonderful, my love, my space,” he hums, his voice a sleepy rasp. Taemin’s eyes blink open involuntarily, his face scrunching into a confused frown as he looks at Jonghyun above him. Before he can do more than register that Jonghyun’s eyes are just a pair of sleepy squints, Jonghyun leans down and presses their mouths together.

It’s a slow kiss, sleepy and tender, no more than a chaste mush of lips before Jonghyun is pulling back with a smile. He adjusts his angle a little bit and leans down again to nuzzle their cheeks together, his arms wrapping snugly around Taemin’s shoulders.

“Mwah,” he says in a tiny voice, pressing tinier kissies to Taemin’s neck. “I’ll make breakfast okay, babe? You stay here. I love you. Mwah.” And with that and another kiss, he slides out of the bed and shuffles into a small bathroom connected to the bedroom, completely unashamed of his nudity.

Taemin blinks blankly after him as the door closes behind him.

What in the fuck.

He pushes himself up on his elbows, sitting up against the headboard and rubbing more sleep out of his eyes. That was. Not correct. At all. In the slightest. He smothers a yawn in his hand too, looking around the end of the bed and the floor for his clothes. He thinks that he needs to get out of here as soon as--

A loud jiggle of the bathroom doorknob interrupts his thoughts; he looks up quickly just in time to see the door swing open, Jonghyun half hiding his lower body behind the wall as he looks at Taemin with wide, awake eyes.

“Holy fucking shit you are not my boyfriend,” he says loudly.

Taemin blinks back at him, somehow even more lost than he was a second ago. What the fuck, again. Jonghyun keeps looking at him, but as they stare at each other, a wide smile curves up his lips. He laughs softly, hiding first his mouth, and then his eyes, behind his hand.

“I’m so sorry, dude, oh my god,” he giggles finally. “I didn’t mean to wake you up like that, with the kiss, and everything,” he says. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “Sorry,” he says again. “Just, like, scratch all of that.” He’s back in the bathroom with the door shut on another giggle before Taemin even has time to reply.

Instead, Taemin frowns, groping around for the blankets around his waist. Suddenly he feels way less good about his night last night. Like, not good at all. Anxiety rises in his chest and suddenly he needs to leave even faster than before. He finds his undies and his pants in a lump on the side of the bed. Grabbing them, he grimaces at the dried precome stain on the boyshorts and just folds them up instead to shove in his pocket. He can go commando on the bus.

It’s as he’s pushing the covers off fully to wiggle into his pants that the bathroom door opens quickly again. He blinks at Jonghyun for half a second before tugging the blankets up over his waist again. He’s a lot less confident when he’s sleepy and it’s not dark and he doesn’t like someone anymore. Jonghyun’s eyes flick to his waist and back to his face; a tiny smirk pulls up one corner of his lips.

“I’ll, um,” he says, fingers tapping sweetly on the doorway as he leans out from behind the wall. “I’ll still make you breakfast,” he says. “If you want.” His smile is gentle now, innocent, his eyes big and cute. Taemin grimaces, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck.

“You, um,” he says, rubbing his fingers nervously together where Jonghyun can’t see. “Your boyfriend knows you were out trying to get laid last night, right?” he asks. Jonghyun’s surprised blink and little frown do nothing to lift his hopes.

“I mean, yeah,” he says, a smile back on his lips, a soft laugh accompanying his words. “I’m not an asshole.” Taemin grimaces. That wasn’t the most reassuring thing he’s heard in his life.

“Are you sure?” he asks bluntly.

“Oh my god,” Jonghyun sighs. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head fondly and Taemin is just feeling worse and worse about this. He does not believe. “Just, give me a sec,” Jonghyun mumbles, and closes the bathroom behind him. Taemin shakes his head. Wow. That wasn’t convincing at all. He pouts to himself as he struggles to wiggle into his pants under the covers. He just wanted to go out and do some fricking last night, and now he’s a mistress. He doesn’t deserve this.

The bathroom door opens again soon and Taemin looks up with a frown. Jonghyun is shuffling out, tying a fluffy pink bathrobe around his waist. Taemin snorts. That’s super cliché for a pretty charming cheater and everything.

“Look,” he says, flopping onto his bed and grabbing his phone. “My  babe’s name is Jinki,” he mumbles, dragging open a pattern lock and tapping to his messages. Taemin scowls, doing up his button.

“I don’t wanna know who you’re cheating on with me,” he snaps. That’s even worse.

“No, oh my god, listen,” Jonghyun snaps back. For the first time he sounds annoyed and he flaps a hand at Taemin’s chest. “Look, right here, I told him, ‘I’m gonna go to a club with Kibummie and get laid, wish me luck.’ See?” He thrusts his phone under Taemin’s nose so he has to look. Taemin glares at him, and then at his phone.

Then he humphs shortly, snatching out of his hand to look closer. There it is, he guesses. That exact text, from Jonghyun, to a Jinki with four heart emojis on either side of the name. And under it, an “okay, good luck,” from said Jinki with a thumbs up emoji accompanying it. And above it, more texts that are obnoxiously mushy from Jonghyun and comfortably sweet from Jinki. Hmm.

“Kibummie is the one that was judging me before we left last night?” he asks, biting his lip. The really fucking intimidating one. Jonghyun snorts, but grins and nods.

“Did they look like the kind of friend that would let their friends cheat?” he asks. Taemin puffs up his lips, scrolling up to more generic boyfriend texts, down to the one Jonghyun showed him, a little bit more down to a “just got home, gonna frick a babe” text after it. Hmm. Jinki didn’t reply to that, but. He guesses. That’s alright then.

He hands Jonghyun back his phone slowly, avoiding eye contact as he feels heat start creeping up in his cheeks. Damn it. Now he’s feeling guilty for wanting to make sure. He doesn’t deserve this either. Jonghyun giggles next to him and presses a tiny comfort kiss to his shoulder.

“It’s my fault you’re so confused, honestly,” he says. “Usually I tell people I’m already dating before I fuck them, but. I figured it didn’t matter with a one night stand.” He shrugs as he puts his phone back onto the charger. Taemin snorts, but it’s light, a relieved little exhale of breath. Suddenly he feels much better again. He glances around to keep not looking at Jonghyun until he finds his shirt under his pillow.

“Yeah, well,” he mumbles as he pulls it on. He shakes his head. That’s kind of a good point. Taemin is pretty sure that he would have mentioned it last night if he did have any babes at the moment, but it’s not really that big of a deal that Jonghyun didn’t. It’s not like they’re gonna see each other again anyway, unless they run into each other at the club again or something.

“So, hey, like,” he says, smoothing wrinkles off of his chest and looking at Jonghyun again finally. He’s got one brow raised and an amused little smile, but Taemin doesn’t feel himself pinking too much at it. “You said breakfast?” he asks. He likes breakfast. Jonghyun laughs, a bright, loud thing before he muffles it behind his hands. His eyes turn into little crescents as his cheeks lift up and Taemin finds himself smiling back easily. He doesn’t even care what Jonghyun thinks; that was the smoothest subject change ever.

“Yeah,” Jonghyun says. He nods as he gets up off of the bed. “Yeah, I’ll make us some food,” he says. “Give me a few.” He backs up into his bathroom again as Taemin nods. When he closes the door behind him, Taemin flops to his back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, he grimaces at the black makeup smeared on his hand from where he rubbed his eyes earlier. Whoops. He hopes Jonghyun lets him use his bathroom, too.

[mojwisungie]

imgn | college crush

req (from: anon) ➥ : can you write a college crush jisung fluff where the reader has a Slight crush on him but they’re too scared to talk to him so they just admire him from afar and their friends get tired of it so their friends end up telling jisung about their crush and when jisung asks the reader about it, they immediately book it bc they’re too nervous to speak to him, but eventually they get pushed together at a late night study event made by their college

☄︎ summary: renjun has had enough of you crushing on his other friend jisung. you try to escape his doing but actually, youre set yourself on another encounter ☄︎ pairing: park jisung x reader ☄︎ lou.note: this has been overdue >.< im sorry anonie!! this really got pushed back bc of the editing, but enjoy reading!!

its another typical lunch at the cafeteria with the demons renjun and jeno

and youre once again admiring a cute guy from a distant table

“stop ogling at your crush, its disgusting,” renjun says 

and you dont hear him bc you definitely were staring at your crush: park jisung

jeno waves his hands in front of you

youre just like (*´﹃｀*) huh

RENJUN HAS HAD ENOUGH

renjun: y/n just tell him you like him

y/n: no ❤

being the mediator in this friendship, jeno just laughs and advises you to just go for it 

jisung was in your sociology class, and he’s friends with him and renjun anyway

you only retort with snort and decide to finish eating

while explaining why youre scared content from just loving him from afar

but no, mr huang is not dealing with your rambling

bc he knows it will just end up with you talking about jisung

and i repeat: he’s. had. enough.

so he just cuts you off with “istg if you dont do it, i will make you”

but you thought he was bluffing so

renjun:  (`ー´)

you: (⁎⁍̴ڡ⁍̴⁎)

he sighs heavily 

and texts jaemin to tell jisung to come to the table 

he receives a “wow.. with y/n there? okay ^_^” in reply

jeno nudges you and chokes

you offer him your water and youre like “u good?”

before he could answer, renjun pulls him away from the table 

“i’ll let him choke somewhere else :)”

and youre like ???? NO ??? im coming with you wdym

“no no y/n it’s fine :) just have a good lunch with jisung :)”

you whip your head to where he originally sat

jisung is there... shyly waving at you....

YOU CHOKE ON AIR 

when you look back at your side, theyre ✨gone✨

so you smile cautiously at jisung 

to describe the time you spent together, i have a thing or two to describe it: no words

you both ate quietly

until jisung clears his throat 

“Y/n... uhm can i ask you a question?”

“Sure,” you answer right away as you fix your things

“Well... Renjun-hyung told me you like me....... is it true?”

HEAD GOES BLANK

“I-I .. t-to be h-honest...” you stutter 

before you could even answer.. you bolt out of the cafeteria 

WHAT A MOVE !

you decide to forget about it and just go to your classes

the day passes by and you’re on your way to your last class

and u realize its sociology... the class you have with jisung

u played yourself 😃

you enter the class from the back door and you let out a sigh of relief when u see he’s already in his seat at the middle row

so u sit it at the back now, obviously

the class goes on until your professor talks about the special event in his class

it’s the annual Who Are We event !

you’re genuinely excited bc you met Jay here last year and youre still friends 

Jay is on the dance team with Jisung too and actually asked if you want him to get his number for you

this event is actually done for the class to be closer, since,,, yall do be in sociology 

and you guys arent given your partners name until the night of the event 

it comes along with the list of topics/questions youre safe to ask

so after days of waiting and not rambling about jisung to renjun and jeno

its finally ! D-DAY !

youre given your box 

and you see the initials on top: PJS

tbh you shrug it off bc maybe you got paired with Jay again ! Park Jong-Seong is PJS too right???

lmao u wish

life is playing with u im sorry

bc you open the box to see a green paper with only Park Jisung written on it

and when you look infront of you, he’s already there 

HONESTLY you go straight to what the event is about

and that’s to get to know each other

both of you are comfortable now :’) congrats

the time is almost over and you guys already finished the whole box

when jisung decides to tell you one last thing

“Oh uh, I’m sorry for what happened before by the way”

tbh you cant remember at first

then it hits you

and maybe he noticed with the way your face changed expression

so he goes, “I’m sorry for asking you! I mean you had every right to leave bc I know I shouldn’t have done it even if Renjun-hyung told me to... so I’m really sorry 🥺”

youre speechless

bc tbh you expected him to despise you after leaving him like that

but you know someday you have to confess, one way or another

and you know you’ll fall for him harder when you guys do become friends lol

you decide to come clean by answering 

“I’m sure Renjun will beat me up if I dont get honest with you right now so... yeah I do like you”

you lower your head in embarrassment bc its The Park Jisung

what you didnt know is that he’s actually smiling bc he likes you too :)

the bell rings and indicates that the event is over :T

so you both fix your things and bid each other goodbye

but ... he isnt going to let this opportunity to go to waste

he gotta do what he gotta do 🤠

he catches your wrist as you both go out the door

“Y/n... are you free on Saturday? Because I’d like to know if we could go to the local cafe.. for a date :)”

bonus:

you dont tell renjun and jeno about the date

and jisung actually just forgot to tell chenle and jaemin 😬

AND the four men of the apocalypse just decided to go to the cafe without the two of you

.... which led to them finding out you DID go on a date

lets just say it became a group hangout and jisung asked you for another date (without his and your friends)

[cxsmicmyeon]

SURPRISE! , kms

kim minseok x fem! reader

IN WHICH minseok wants to spend his 31st birthday at home with his wife and cat but you have other plans that may or may not involve a surprise birthday party. (based on the second prompt from this post by @creativepromptsforwriting​)

genre: married/domestic & non-idol au! fluff, humor word count: 3.0k warnings: swearing, light sexual references/jokes, implied sexual content (it gets a tad spicy at times but nothing explicit), chaos, minseok’s butt being The Bomb Dot Com™ (sorry not sorry)

author’s note: happy birthday to my ray of sunshine, kim minseok! i love you so so much darling, i hope your day is filled with so much happiness and celebration. hope this lil piece can help y’all celebrate min’s 31st with me <3 it’s not the 26th yet where i live lmao but it is in korea so yeah! once again have a happy happy birthday minseok, i love you endlessly and forever. <33 MOODBOARD MADE BY ME. I DON’T OWN THE IMAGES, I ONLY OWN MY EDITING. feedback and notes are greatly appreciated <3

One day.

One day until Minseok’s birthday, and you were scrambling from bakery to bakery to try and get the perfect cake for him. There were flaws in every place you’ve been: too expensive, the designs were not creative enough, blah blah blah. You wanted his day to be as perfect as possible, and what would be the point of that if the cake was nothing but?

Everything else was all ready. You invited all of yours and his closest friends to your house the night of Minseok’s birthday for a surprise party. You planned on keeping Minseok out of the house for the entire day as your friends decorated the house. 

He didn’t want a party. He made that abundantly clear to you as soon as March began. He incessantly told you that all he wanted was a day off from teaching so he could spend the whole day with you and your cat. All he wanted was a nice and relaxing day with his wife. You understood, obviously. But you also wanted to go all out and throw a surprise birthday bash for your husband celebrating his thirty-first year on Earth. Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae’s incessant whining and begging for an excuse to have a party only aided in your need to have a party.

You ended up settling with a simple Carvel ice cream cake from the frozen section of the grocery store. You made a mental note to ask Yixing to write out “Happy Birthday Minseok” the next day as you left the store.

You came home to your husband holding a feather toy over your cat, Tan’s head. She pawed at the red feather, always at the cusp of grabbing it before Minseok moved the line away from her. He cooed at the animal, making soft kissing sounds as he continued to play with her.

Realizing that he may see the cake, you tucked the grocery bag under your shirt in an attempt to hide it from him, shivering at the cold contact the frozen treat made with your skin. The rustling of the plastic bag caused Minseok to look up at you. He gave you a gummy smile as you walked past him and Tan.

“Well hello to you too, honey. What’s under your shirt?” Minseok asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows as he made eye contact with your chest. You realized that hiding the bag did not do much to hide the cake, as the shape of the large box combined with the plastic grocery bag greatly protruded from the fabric of your shirt. 

“Nothing, it’s for tomorrow. Don’t wanna ruin the surprise, hm?” you mused, blowing him an air kiss before retreating to your office. He "caught” your kiss with a smile before going back to playing with Tan.

You entered your office and placed the plastic bag onto your desk. You ran to lock the door before opening the bag and taking the cake out, sighing in relief that the cake did not get ruined. You bent down to your mini-fridge and opened the small door of the freezer compartment and placed the cake inside, glad that it could fit inside. After locking the fridge, you exited your office and made your way downstairs to spend time with your loving husband.

You awoke the next day curled up in Minseok’s arms. You cuddled closer to him before jolting upwards in realization. Today was finally the day! You bent down and began showering your sleeping husband with excited kisses, trailing a hand down his bicep. He let out a sleepy groan as he stirred, wrapping his strong arms around your figure.

“Aah, what’s gotten into you baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse from just waking up. 

“Happy birthday, Min!” you beamed, pecking him on the lips. He grinned tiredly as he kissed you on the lips.

“Mmmh, thank you honey.” You grinned as you kissed him again. This kiss lasted longer than the previous ones and slowly yet surely grew more heated. You moved yourself so you were straddling him, not breaking the kiss. He hummed against your lips as you slid your hand underneath his shirt, fingertips grazing his toned stomach. He groaned as his hands made their way down to your ass, squeezing harshly. You bit back a moan as you slowly slid his shirt up his chest, breaking the kiss to ogle at his abs.

“Babe... don’t we need to get ready?” Minseok groaned as you pulled the shirt over his head. You latched your lips onto his neck and softly bit down, eliciting a raspy moan from your husband.

“Shh, let me give you your first gift.” you purred, moving your hands toward the waistband of his boxers.

The mall was packed to the brim with people from all different walks of life. Gossiping teenagers, sleep-deprived parents following their energetic kids around, old couples window shopping, you name it. You walked through the giant Macy’s and into the main hub of the mall hand in hand with Minseok. 

Since you started dating, it has been a tradition for you to buy each other’s gifts the day of your respected birthdays. You’d usually scour Amazon or websites of your favorite brands all day and end up splurging half your monthly paychecks on each other. But on occasion, today included, you’d take your shopping day to the local mall as a means to get out of your apartment and actually go out for once. 

After an... eventful... morning, you rushed to get dressed and usher your husband out of the house, since the boys were coming over at 11, and it was 10:55 by the time you got into the car and sped away toward the mall.

You pointed out a newly opened jewelry store and pulled Minseok inside with you. You looked at him lovingly as he browsed the display of a multitude of different rings. He’d softly mutter to himself as he picked up ring after ring: trying to see what would look best next to his wedding band, what the right price was, if the store even provided the correct size. You loved how organized he was.

Your silent admiring was interrupted by the familiar chime of your phone, indicating you got a text message. You let out a sigh as soon as you saw who the message was from.

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

jun-bug: (y/n) we have a problem (y/n): oh god what happened yee-xing: baekhyun dropped the cake (y/n): he did what bacon: cant u read (y/n) i dropped the fucking cake 11 minutes late: no need to be rude xoxo (y/n): yeah baek u don’t want me to leave my stunning husband inside the jewelry store, come home and mutilate you for dropping his cake and get arrested on his special day (: kyung-soup: oddly specific but i’m here for it jong-waeeee: off topic but the sign says “minseop” instead of “minseok” (y/n): jun, yixing and kyungsoo you better get this settled or else i’m gonna kill all of you nini bear: yes ma’am ofc ma’am we will do this correct chain-yeol: yeah i don’t wanna die today

“Everything okay?”

You quickly locked your phone and threw it inside your purse before making eye contact with Minseok. You nodded a bit too quickly, panic washing over you like a giant wave from the ocean.

“Yeah, everything’s dandy.” you sputtered. Oh, why did this have to happen right now? You silently prayed that everything was going to go well. It had to.

“You sure?”

“Positive. Did you choose something?” Minseok nodded as he handed you a box with a simple black titanium ring. You nodded in approval as he led you to the register.

Your next stop was at Express. You were dying to pick out some new work clothes for him to try on. You assured him (and yourself) that he needed these new pants and this was totally not an excuse for you to check him out.

“Okay, I’ve got three pairs of pants that I think would look absolutely amazing on you and I want you to go try ‘em on.” you said, handing Minseok three hangers. Each hanger had a pair of slacks in different colors hanging from them. He took them from you, shooting you a smirk before walking inside the fitting room stall.

Your eyes widened as Minseok opened the door of the stall. The pants fit absolutely perfectly. The way the fabric hugged his perfect thighs, the color complimenting his white undershirt (which you imagined to be one of his famous white button-downs), it left you practically swooning.

“What do you think?” 

You let out a hum in approval before motioning for him to turn around. “Lemme see the goods, hun.” He rolled his eyes before turning around. Your eyes landed on his butt, making you swoon for real. You covered your mouth to hide your obvious enjoyment of the sight before you. And it didn’t help when he gave his butt a mini shake. Still, you couldn’t help but squeal softly.

“You sure today’s not your birthday?” Minseok teased. You tutted as you stood from your spot and walked up to him, giving his butt a light pinch before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“With you, every day’s my birthday.” you answered, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Ugh, I think you ate too much of that egg and cheese for breakfast today.”

“You know you love me.”

“That I do, darling.” Minseok mused before closing the distance between you two. You tangled your hands in his silky black hair as you savored the heavenly taste of his lips. You felt his hands grab your ass as you deepened the kiss, tugging at his hair in response.

As you kissed, you heard your phone chime the same chime that indicated a text from the boys. You decided to ignore it and continue making out with your husband until the phone went off four more times. You scoffed as you broke the kiss, fishing inside of your purse to grab it.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Minseok asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just crap from, uh, ‘work,’” you lied, unlocking the phone. “Go try on the other pants.” Minseok nodded before walking back to the stall. Once the door was closed and locked, you looked down at your messages, worry washing over you once again. What the hell happened now?

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

yee-xing: oh christ yee-xing: (y/n) (y/n) (y/n) jun-bug: you gotta help us yee-xing: please kyung-soup: i am going to kill park chanyeol like my life depends on it (y/n): what the everloving shit happened this time chain-yeol: um i sneezed all over the cake kyung-soup: the custom one u got on wednesday btw (y/n): you. sneezed. on. the. CAKE????? chain-yeol: IM SORRY chain-yeol: I WAS TRYING TO STOP BAEKHYUN FROM KNOCKING IT OVER AND I SAVED IT BUT THEN I SNEEZED nini bear: ur so gross chain-yeol: you too (y/n): i spent 100 dollars on that cake and you fucking sneeze on it?? (y/n): jfc i’m here busy admiring my husband’s sweet sweet ass and u guys are telling me the cake’s ruined? i will murder u all i swear jong-waeeee: ew i don’t wanna hear about minseok’s ass (y/n): shut the fuck up sign ruiner jong-waeeee: I GOT A NEW ONE THOUGH jong-waeeee: YOU’RE SO MEAN bacon: WAIT bacon: (Y/N) WE’LL PAY FOR ANOTHER ONE  (y/n): baekhyun you sweet summer child (y/n): I HAD TO PRE-ORDER THAT CAKE 2 WEEKS IN ADVANCE YOU WALNUT bacon: oh bacon: my bad 11 minutes late: W8 W8 I GOT U 11 minutes late: WE CAN STILL EAT IT 11 minutes late: I’LL SPRAY SOME LYSOL ON IT jun-bug: SEHUN DON’T YOU DARE (y/n): sehun honey that just contaminates it even more (y/n): but thank you for trying 11 minutes late: xoxo i try my best yee-xing: how ‘bout we just buy more carvel cakes to match the one you got yesterday up to 100 dollars so it maxes out (y/n): yeah alright fine (y/n): thanks xing ur a life saver (y/n): but don’t throw away the ruined cake i wanna show min what he could have missed out on if CHANYEOL DIDN’T FUCKING SNEEZE ON IT (y/n): WHO SNEEZES ON A CAKE nini bear: only chanyeol (y/n): yep, only chanyeol chain-yeol: y’all are mean. kyung-soup: what u get for sneezing on the cake

You locked your phone, letting out an exasperated sigh. You swore if anything else happened today, you were going to march all the way back home and kill those men. You massaged your temples with your fingers as a means to alleviate your stress. All you wanted was for everything to be perfect for the party; Minseok deserved nothing less than that. 

The door of the stall opened, revealing Minseok wearing nothing but the new pair of navy slacks and a devilishly handsome smirk. His smile faded when he saw you with your hands over your face, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down from your stress. He quickly pulled his undershirt on and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you comfortingly. With a sigh, you buried your face in his chest, your stress starting to wash away as he began stroking your hair.

You stayed like that for about ten minutes. You eventually calmed down, silently reassuring yourself that everything was going to be fine. You were glad that Minseok did not try to ask you anything since you were afraid you were going to let slip what was waiting for him when you arrive home later in the day. 

You let out a small sniffle as you pressed a small kiss on your husband’s exposed shoulder. “I’m so sorry I brought down your mood, Min. The p- ‘w-work,’ is just annoying right now. It’s your birthday, it’s supposed to be a good day.” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Shh, don’t you worry your little head about it,” Minseok assured, kissing your forehead. He tilted your head up and pressed his lips against yours. “All I want is for my baby to be happy today.” You gave him a weak smile and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling so lucky to have him in your life.

“C’mon, let’s go to the food court. All this stress made me hungry.” you joked, standing from your spot. 

“Good idea,” Minseok gave you another kiss before walking back into the changing stall to change back into his regular clothes. “Oh, by the way, buy the pants.” You pumped a fist into the air as you took the hanging articles of clothing into your hands.

You were lucky (and frankly surprised) that nothing else had managed to go wrong today. You were suspicious that you hadn’t gotten any panic-stricken texts from Yixing or Junmyeon, but you couldn’t complain about that. Just to be sure though, you quickly texted Kyungsoo to give you a final update on the state of your house. You sighed in relief when he responded with pictures of your living room, kitchen and backyard decorated just how you envisioned it to be. You sent Kyungsoo a text back thanking him and everyone else profusely for their help.

The clock struck 5, indicating that it was time for you and Minseok to go home. The two of you exited the mall, arms filled with different shopping bags from all the stores you went to during the day. After putting your bags into the backseat of your car, you opened the passenger side of the car and slid in.

“Hm, I was thinking of ordering from that ramen place we tried last week. It was really good, don’t you remember?” Minseok suggested, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“How ‘bout we wait ‘till we get home to... eat.” you responded, a shit-eating grin almost making its way onto your face.

Minseok hummed softly. “I just wanna spend the rest of the night with you and Tan at home, I hope no one’s planning a surprise party for me,” You tensed slightly at his words, looking out the window to avoid his gaze.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that, hun.” You lied. He shrugged, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

When Minseok pulled into your driveway, you shot a quick text to the boys, telling them that you were home. You exited the car quickly, grabbing most of the shopping bags and taking Minseok by the arm, dragging him to the front door.

“Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as you struggled to get your keys out of your purse. Once you got them out and put the house key into the lock, you turned to Minseok and pressed your lips onto his.

“Happy birthday, Min. I love you so much. And I’m so sorry.” you unlocked the front door and pushed it open. You saw Minseok’s eyes widen at the sight of your home. It was filled to the brim with decorations and all of your closest friends holding gifts, balloons and tons of different ice cream cakes. 

“SURPRISE!” everyone exclaimed. Minseok’s jaw dropped as he fully took in everything that was happening. He looked over to you with a sly smile, to which you responded with a small shrug.

“I had to, come on.” You giggled, kissing him on the cheek. 

“It’s okay, hun. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” Minseok cupped your face into his hands and pressed his lips onto yours.

“Gross, get a room!” you heard Baekhyun scream. You pulled away from Minseok to flip the younger off.

“Oh! I need to show you the cake I initially got for you but was unfortunately ruined because Chanyeol sneezed on it. Jun, is it in the fridge?” you pulled Minseok in the direction of the kitchen as Junmyeon confirmed the location of the cake.

“He... huh?”

“It was an accident!” Chanyeol whined. You laughed softly to yourself at his childish reaction.

Tonight was gonna be fun.

[kooshtomato]

Question thing?

Tagged by @narutoslittlefox ^-^

Rules: Answer all questions and tag 20 people -- I know 5 people xD

Star Sign: The sun moon thing they’ve got going on in Naruto

Height: 165 cm

Gender: female

Birthday: kisame

Relationship status: Taken by my soulmate uwu

Who is your crush: way more than a crush @ironicmaiden

Song that is Stuck in Your Head: Miss take by Buck-Tick Check them out Atsushi Sakurai is Madara af 

Last Movie: Seven Days 

Last T.V Show: Miss Sherlock. I like this more than the Cumbersdschcvch one

Why You Create this Blog: Saving posts that I like and finding more art and stuff 

What Do You Post/Reblog: Hashimada, Naruto, shippy Naruto stuff, Mo dao zu shi, Mr Robot, some K pop, Shinee, J rock, random cat stuff, blah blha blah

Last Thing You Googled: IDK I’m always on incognito 

Favorite song lyric: no favorite as such coz I love so many I can’t decide. (I just wanna post so many lyrics of songs I love ok) but currently it is

The sky is falling down

The night is calling you

A star is burning out

The sky belongs to you    //

Like water in a bathtub that wraps around you

With no space left

I wanna warmly hold you without any space left

What Are You Wearing: comfy clothes

Dream Job: Having a waffle shop but I cannot cook lmao

Currently reading: Honto Yajuu. I read it real slow and over and over again okay xD

Top 3 Universes: Naruto, Orphan Black, Mo dao zu shi.

Last time I cried and why: When I made up some angst af HashiMada headcanons and saw the Harvest art

A picture of me: Nyaaa

Ideas of a perfect date: anime marathon and snuggles / any date where we eat some good stuff and chill idc what it might be and holding hands walking along a quiet af place / shopping(or not shopping) together / ramen and chill

A fact about my life: I've loved eating watermelons as long as I can remember

What’s one thing you regret? Being friends with a homophobic hoe

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Tatiana Maslany

Have you ever taken a picture naked? Why is a question like this here xD

Have you ever had a crush? Yes slipping on the love banana uwu

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Yee with an aggressive kid in school who hit me

Have you ever snuck out of your house? Not really

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? nope

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? Yeah I regularly ditched to sleep instead

Have you ever been on a plane? Yeah a couple of times

Have you ever kissed a picture? What xD If one on my phone counts xD

Have you ever touched a snake? No omg

Have you ever felt like dying? Nope

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? yeah every time I decide not to slack off, I slack off xD

Phobia: blood, insects, bhuguul etc

Middle name: don't have one

Are you a virgin? Y tho

What’s your sexual orientation? Lesbian

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? Nah it's all a waste

Someone you miss: my dad and Jong I guess

Favorite ice cream? cookies and cream, splish splash, chocolate

One insecurity: fucking up things even if I'm good at them

What my last text message says: Fellas r gay

Have you ever painted your room? yeee a lot of times lemme tell you it takes a long time and arm pain but I'll do it again uwu

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Yeppp

Have you ever slept naked? No I get cold easily

Have you ever been dumped? nope

Have you ever stole money from a friend? no wtf xD

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? nope

Have you ever been arrested? Nehhh

Have you ever made out with a stranger? Nope I don't believe in kissing someone you don't like

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? What does that even mean XD For getting with them? Nope I'm gay

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? Idk I guess

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? no ew

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yeah fellas u gay

Have you ever seen someone die? Yep

Favorite Harry Potter spell: same @narutoslittlefox. Potterus stupidus?

Have you ever hated the way you look? Yee sometimes

Have you ever witnessed a crime? Everyone has xD

Have you ever pole danced? No my body cannot even xD

Have you ever been lost? I'm lost 90% of the times I have to go someplace new. I got lost in my single building college a lot smh

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? Yep it wasn't fun

@ironicmaiden @senjusundae @zzzett @canislupus11 @shiny-takarazuka

Do it if you want to no pressure or anything just a fun lil thing!

[eorumverba]

all of my wips are smut lmao (jongkey, everyone/jong, jongho, jongtae, jongtae)

jongkey, petplay

Jonghyun sucks in a breath and looks up at Kibum through his lashes, and he looks...expectant? Like he’s waiting for Kibum to say something, just one word- but Kibum doesn’t say anything else, and Jonghyun deflates. “I...have this thing.” His voice is loud enough for them all to hear, but for some reason, it sounds like he’s talking to Kibum alone. “I have this thing and I just...really like petplay? I like...being treated like a dog. I like collars and being told I’m good, and I kinda like being humiliated and I want a bowl and I wanna be good-” Jonghyun stops just as suddenly as he’d started and hides his face, shaking his head.

Taemin looks like he’s about to laugh and Kibum shoots him a glare before leaning into Jonghyun and holding him close to comfort him. He doesn’t know why, but his heart is pounding and he whispers, “Good boy,” just soft enough for Jonghyun to hear.

And maybe that was the word, Kibum thinks, because Jonghyun shivers in his grip and lets out a shuddering breath. The way he noses up against Kibum isn’t just for a drunken hickey, Kibum can tell, but what’s worse is that he finds himself leaning into Jonghyun and-

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” It’s Jinki that stops them, just like always, and Kibum is once again grateful for him.

But he still hauls Jonghyun to his feet and herds him to their shared room, whispers soft praises and drops gentle kisses to Jonghyun’s cheeks as he undresses him for bed. It’s hard not to look now, but Kibum doesn’t, and when Jonghyun is safe and snug in his pajamas, Kibum pets his hair and kisses his cheeks and tells him what a good boy he’s being, all before tucking him into bed and staying there until Jonghyun is safe and curled around the plushie Kibum had bought him for his birthday.

ot5??? everyone/jong and probably everyone/minho too but mostly everyone/jong, pet au

And guh, there’s something about the way Kibum says Jonghyunnie that makes him - Jonghyun rocks his hips forwards and back as subtly as he can. They all know what he’s doing though - there’s no way they couldn’t. One of Taemin’s hands comes up high on Jonghyun’s thigh and Jonghyun whimpers, eyes fluttering shut when Taemin squeezes. They’re all looking now, and Jonghyun lets his body relax into Jinki as Taemin begins to rub at the bulge in his pants.

“Hey,” Jinki’s voice is lazy and he’s grinning, “save some for me too. I’ve been thinking about his lips on my dick all day.”

“Now, now. Don’t be impatient, Jinki.” That’s Kibum, his arm is moving slow below the table and Minho’s eyes are shut, head tipped back and Jonghyun whines when Jinki turns the vibrations up even more.

“Minho, do you have to go to the bathroom?” Kibum asks then, but they all know it’s not a question. Minho just nods, and Jonghyun focuses on the bob of his Adam’s apple when he swallows.

“Jonghyunnie, do you want to go to?” Jinki asks - his voice is deep and smooth and Jonghyun shudders before nodding, but he doesn’t stop rocking his hips back into the toy and forwards into Taemin’s hand. He doesn’t stop moving until Jinki and Taemin both stop touching him, and before he can stand on shaky legs, Taemin presses a slow kiss to Jonghyun’s neck, just where he’s most sensitive. (And how would he know about that unless - Jinki’s told him? Jonghyun whips around to see Jinki grinning back at him, and he knows that Jinki has told, and what confirms it is Taemin’s whisper of I want to hear you whine for me too - something Jinki often says when Jonghyun is this close to orgasm and moments away from tears.)

jongho, i forgot what it’s called but that thing where u tease a lot....also maybe exhibitionism or voyeurism idk

Fuck. Jonghyun’s tongue darts out to wet his lips and he tunes out the sound of the fans screaming as Taemin speaks, and when Minho looks over out of the corner of his eye, his eyebrows twitch up as the corner of his lips pull down. There’s a warning in his gaze but Jonghyun leans closer and his gaze drags down to the curve of Minho’s lips because fuck does he want. And as if reading his thoughts, Minho’s fingers press deeper into the bruises and when Jonghyun feels his knees begin to go weak, Minho drops his hand and shifts closer to Kibum.

Jinki makes another comment that has the fans cheering, and then Taemin nudges Jonghyun out of his stupor because shit they’re about to start again.

And when they run backstage for just three minutes to change, Minho drags Jonghyun over to his stuff and digs through his bag before pulling something out and hiding it in his hand. “Turn around and be quiet.”

And shit shit shit because that’s a fucking plug and as much as Jonghyun tries to convince himself that Minho is just kidding, he’s clearly not with the way he yanks down Jonghyun’s pants and slowly presses the toy in dry. It burns almost uncomfortably, but Minho is as gentle as he can be and Jonghyun knows he can say his safeword and Minho will stop immediately, but he’s taken more than this and he knows how to relax and take it.

jongtae, theres no plot this is literally just a blowjob

“Missed you,” Taemin’s voice is quiet, and Jonghyun pulls him closer, nosing against him to kiss his temple.

“You were only gone for a little bit, Taeminnie. And I visited you too.”

“Still.” Taemin sounds like he’s pouting, so Jonghyun takes one of his hands in his so he can play with their twined fingers. Taemin melts into him and swings his leg over Jonghyun’s, pressing his cold nose into Jonghyun’s neck and kissing at the mole at the dip between his collarbones.

“Still what, Taeminnie?”

“Missed you.”

Jonghyun doesn’t get it until Taemin shifts again and looks up through his lashes at him. “What, you gonna show me how much you missed me?”

Taemin nods, and his lips brush against Jonghyun’s skin. They’re just as soft and plush as ever, and even though he must be exhausted, Taemin insistently tugs at Jonghyun’s shirt until Jonghyun takes the bait and tugs his shirt off before laying back down and letting Taemin press a row of kisses down the length of his chest until his cheek is against Jonghyun’s thigh.

jongtae, watersports

“Jonghyunnie,” Taemin coos, “what do you need? Tell me, pretty baby.”

All Jonghyun can do is whimper and shake his head, so Taemin just laughs and brings his hands up to their place on his hips, thumb skating against the slight swell of his full bladder. “You’re so full for me, Jonghyunnie. Wanna go?”

Jonghyun nods, frantic and whines out long and high when Taemin wraps a hand tight around his cock. “Please, Tae I need to go so bad just let me go, I’ll be so good-”

“You have been good, Jonghyunnie. Pretty baby.” Taemin watches Jonghyun’s face closely as he says, “Pretty puppy.”

The words make Jonghyun shudder and curl in on himself, flustered and aroused and needy. “Please, I want…”

“Want what? Your pretty tail? Just like we talked about?”

Jonghyun whines out a curse and nods eagerly, biting his lip and digging his nails into his own thighs when Taemin presses his thumb against the swell of his bladder. “Tae.”

“Where do you want to go then? Can you be good and tell me?”

Jonghyun’s eyes widen and he shakes his head frantically. He looks so soft and small and desperate that Taemin almost gives him permission, but he likes Jonghyun like this best, when he’s so needy that he’ll do almost anything. Like answer Taemin’s questions no matter how flustered and embarrassed he’ll get.

[thewannaone]

Could u do wanna one as college students? (like their major and what activities they'd be into)

im from australia so this is gonna be more university than college sorry i only know college stuff from movies lmao

this became a really dumb highschool musical/glee au where they all go to the same uni and meet after being forced into the annual musical and all become close through the production and sing a song about friendship at the end. also this got way too long so im putting it under the cut.

Jisung: so his parents wanted him to do something ‘proper’ with his life after he spent 2 years after highschool on a gap year and just kinda messing around. So he goes to uni and does a year of Medicine cause thats what his parents want. Is pretty good at it but doesnt enjoy it. So drops out of that and tries journalism. Does that for a couple of years and still isnt that into it. Tries a bunch of different majors until he settles on teaching. And loves it. Is now on his way to becoming a teacher and is one of the best in his course. Loves helping kids and teaching his students. Is also on the student council and support team for students who need help with studies and is organising this years musical. 

Sungwoon: Finished highschool and had no idea what he wanted to do. Took a 1 year gap year where he just kinda slacked off. Parents told him he either had to get a job and move out or go to uni. Decided on the latter. Started a degree in media and communication but spends majority of his time with taehyun going to wild parties and trying to meet girls. After his first year realises hes not gonna be able to graduate if he keeps this up so he tries to get himself together. Starts getting really interested in all his lectures and is now on his way to becoming a journalist. Taehyun signs him up for the musical without his knowledge cause he wants him to show off his voice. 

Minhyun: Grew up with Jong, Minki and Dongho and they all promised they were going to go to same Uni and keep studying together. Acceptance letters came out and only Minhyun got in. He didnt want to go on his own until Jong convinced him it was the best thing for his future. Studying Law and is top of his class. Spends most of his time alone, studying because apart from when he meets up with the other 3, he doesnt have any Uni friends. Is told by Minki to go out and find some friends by joining a club so decides to sign up for the musical theatre club cause he feels sorry for this tiny freshman named Daehwi whos begging people to audition for his musical. 

Ong: A film major. First started off as an actor but realised his true passion lay in making and studying films. Is able to go to parties and stay on top of his grades. Is always the most fun to have in tutorials, his lecturers and tutors love him. Goes around making friends with everyone and asking if theyd like to appear in one of his films. Everyone knows him and everyone loves him. Decided to film the making of the musical for his next project until Jisung tells him he could audition for the main role if he wanted. Tries it out and gets the role. 

Jaehwan: Studying music on a scholarship. Won the scholarship out of 1000 applicants. Loves writing music and singing. Has a job as a barista at a local on campus cafe and performs there with his guitar on weekends. Not too good at the actual studying part but his talent is what keeps him from flunking. Has a bit of a rivalry with Sewoon but they eventually end up becoming very close and start writing music together. Is recruited by Daehwi to compose the soundtrack for the musical and gives in after Sewoon thinks itd be fun. Daehwi hears him singing the songs one day and tells him that he has to appear in the show because they need his voice. Is very nervous and reluctant but Jisung convinces him. 

Daniel: Was kinda a fuckboy in highschool, spent his days at the skatepark and going to parties with his friends. Matured a lot when he got into Uni cause his parents were paying for it and he knew he couldnt let them down. Is studying to be a Vet because he wants to work with animals (cats) and help them. Volunteers at the local animal shelter on weekends and has a part time job at the pet store. Works super hard at his studies but also takes time off to hang out with his friends. Went to the same highschool as Jisung and was friends with him so Jisung asks if he can help out with set production and backstage work. Daehwi sees him practising the dance while hes working and asks if he wants a part in the show. Decides to try it out. 

Jihoon: Was a fashion major. Got kicked out after his first semester. Decided to try out psychology and is strangely good at it. Keeps psychoanalysing his friends to the point where its creepy. Went to the same highschool as Jinyoung and is best friends with him. They’re both freshmen and live in the same dorms together. Was hoping to be roommates with him but no got put with some ‘stupid Samuel kid.’ They do not like each other and living together is tense. Jinyoung teases him saying that he likes Samuel. Jihoon aggressively denies that. Jihoon finds out that Samuels auditioning for the musical and auditions as well just to spite him. Gets one of the main roles and beats Samuel to it. Feels really bad so asks Daehwi if they can rotate the roles. Becomes a lot closer with Sam after that.

Woojin: A bit like Jaehwan where hes on a scholarship but for Dance. Was very shy to begin with, kept to himself and wasnt really friends with anyone. A lot of his classmates envy his dance skills. Works part time at a fastfood place on his free days. Volunteers at a kids dance school on weekends as a dance teacher. Stuggles with his studies so is recommended to go see a student helper which turns out to be Jisung. He helps him a lot and his grades pick up and Jisung asks if he’d like to audition for the musical cause the dance is fun. Woojin accepts and starts coming out of his shell once on the team. 

Jinyoung: Studying literature as a freshman but might possibly change since he has no idea what hes doing in his life. Does some amateur modelling in his spare time which he could make a career out of if he wanted but is too shy initially. Best friends with Jihoon and constantly teases him. Lives in the dorm with Daehwi and by consequence was already signed up to the musical through the ‘Roommate Code.’ Actually really happy to be part of the show and realises he really likes performing.

Daehwi: A freshman studying Musical Theatre. Was top of his class in highschool, main role in every drama production, part of the choir, orchestra, dance club. Wants to be on broadway some day. Volunteered to direct the musical and organise auditions. Is desperate for people to actually audition to recruits Jisung whos friends with a lot of students. Is the one who initially takes the show the most seriously, annoyed when others slack off during rehearsals. Didn’t think he was going to be able to pull it off but when opening night comes around, cries with pride and joy. 

Guanlin: An exchange student from Taiwan. Studying International Studies, so politics and languages. Doesn’t know what he wants to do yet. In the dorms with his roommate Seonho who shows him all around campus and the local area. They both help each other with studying and often go to the library together to work on projects. Seonho signs them both up for almost every club and so every day after classes they go along to some sort of new meeting. Seonho saw Minhyun signing up for the musical on club day and decided they should sign up too, even though Guanlin points out that neither of them can sing or dance. Guanlin ends up passing the audition whereas Seonho doesnt. Guanlin says he’ll drop out but Seonho instead signs up to work backstage so he can keep in contact with them all. 

[onewfantaesy]

thank u so much for doing my teen dad prompt it made me so soft it made my day oh my gosh but uh i recently found ur teacher taem series and it rlly makes me happy but can u do another one for teacher!taem where maybe jongtae r fighting n it turns 2 them yelling loud enough for the neighbors to hear n it ends w them threatening to break up n taem runs outside crying n jong runs after him n lots of fluff also can u talk abt if taems student ever told anyone at school abt the wedding fight

you’re welcome!!! the prompt made me super happy because it was so cute and i can just see tiny lil taemin stomping his tiny lil feet over to a group of moms like “my daddy is better because he’s not old like you that’s why he couldn’t wait to have me until he was old like you” which is such a sick burn for a five year old if you really think about it key was so proud

also lmao i was literally just re-reading all my teachertaem posts last night and taemin acting like a fool in front of students/parents was the entire basis of that story so!!!!

Neither of them even remembered what started this argument in the first place. One minute, Taemin was putting the laundry into the dryer while Jonghyun was finding something for them to watch on TV, and the next minute, they were screaming at each other in the living room. They just kept yelling and yelling, not caring that all the windows were open because it was getting closer to summer and breeze from outside was cooling down their inferno of a house. They also didn’t care that their back doors were open, or that the one student of Taemin’s who moved in next door a few months ago was having a party with tons of Taemin’s others students.

It was like the entire neighborhood was peering through their curtains to see what was going on in Taemin and Jonghyun’s house. The whole neighborhood heard the two of them yelling at each other. They heard Taemin slam the bedroom door and Jonghyun yell at him to “Open the damn door, Taemin! You’re acting like a fucking twelve year old!” They heard Taemin yell back, “Well at least I’m taller than a twelve year old, asshole!”

“You’re fucking impossible to live with!” Jonghyun shouted.

“Well if I’m so impossible to live with, I’m leaving!” Taemin screamed. 

Moments later, Taemin hurried out of the house with arms full of clothes and a few other things. He yanked open the back door of his car, and he threw all his shit into the back before slamming it closed. A few of the students who were next door were peeking over the hedge that separated Taemin and Jonghyun’s house from the house next door, but Taemin and Jonghyun didn’t even notice them, nor did they notice the neighbors looking through their windows or pretending to check something in their front lawns.

“What the hell are you doing, Taemin?” Jonghyun asked, running out after him.

“I’m fucking leaving, asshole!” Taemin shouted. 

They started arguing again, and it escalated to Taemin shoving Jonghyun away from him.

“We’ve been together forever, Taemin, where the hell are you gonna go?” Jonghyun asked.

“That’s the exactly the problem!” Taemin shouted at him. “I’ve been with you since I was fifteen, Jonghyun. Fifteen!”

“Why are you suddenly so upset about it, then?”

“Because you’re over here telling me I don’t know what I want! Well I don’t know what I want, because you’re the only person I’ve ever dated in my entire fucking life!” Taemin screamed.

“So you’re just gonna leave? Just like that?” Jonghyun spat.

“It’s better than sticking around with some asshole who still treats me like I’m a child,” Taemin said. 

Before Taemin could get in his car to drive off, Jonghyun pulled on his arm and told him to take his jacket off.

“It’s my fucking jacket, Taemin. You always take my shit, and if you’re leaving, then give it back,” Jonghyun said, and Taemin scoffed at him.

“Oh, is this yours? You want it back?” Taemin sneered. “Fine, you can have it back.”

Taemin ripped his arms out of the jacket and balled it up to throw at Jonghyun.

“Oh, I think you bought the air freshener I have in my car, too,” Taemin said in a fake-concerned voice. He ducked into his car and yanked the air freshener off of his air vent and threw it at Jonghyun’s head. “And you bought this watch for me, didn’t you? Have it!”

He struggled to get to band of his watch undone before throwing it at Jonghyun.

“And I think you bought these shoes for me, too! Do you want these back, too? Well here!” Taemin shouted, pulling his shoes off his feet. “They’re all. Yours.”

He threw both the shoes at Jonghyun’s head before getting into his car and speeding off down the street.

Jonghyun let out a shaky breath and looked around to see all their neighbors looking over at him. He let out an annoyed huff before leaning down to gather up the things Taemin threw at him and stomp back inside the house.

Meanwhile, Taemin drove around trying to calm himself down and figuring out where he could stay for the next couple days. He ended up at Jinki’s house, and Jonghyun called Jinki just minutes after Taemin plopped onto his friend’s couch.

“Have I heard from Taemin?” Jinki repeated as he looked at Taemin. Taemin shook his head. “No, sorry. Did you try his brother?”

Taemin let out a breath of relief, and he leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. Taemin sank into the couch and shook his head. After a couple hours of the two of them watching TV and Jinki reassuring Taemin that everything would be fine, Jinki brought out blankets and pillows so Taemin could make himself comfortable on the couch.

After spending four nights on Jinki’s couch and three days awkwardly avoiding eye contact with the students who witnessed the biggest fight he’d had with Jonghyun in the ten years they’d been together, Taemin pulled into the driveway of the home he shared with Jonghyun. He felt all the neighbors looking at him, and he let out a deep breath before he walked inside the house.

“Jjong?” Taemin called. “You’re car’s in the driveway, I know you’re home!”

“Hey,” Jonghyun said when Taemin walked into the living room.

“Hey,” Taemin whispered back. 

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, Taemin rubbing up and down his arm and Jonghyun blowing air out of his mouth.

“Can I sit with you?” Taemin asked.

“Course.”

The two of them sat next to each other for a little bit, and eventually, Taemin was leaning against Jonghyun’s side with Jonghyun wrapping an arm around Taemin’s shoulders.

“Sorry I ignored all your calls. And,” Taemin paused for a moment, “sorry I made Jinki lie to you about being at his place.”

Jonghyun sighed and just rubbing his hand up and down Taemin’s arm.

“Sorry I started yelling at you,” Jonghyun told him.

“Are we good?” Taemin asked after a few quiet minutes.

“If you’re good, I’m good,” Jonghyun said.

“Good.”

Taemin looked at Jonghyun and smirked, and the two of them laughed for a few minutes.

“What were we even fighting about?” Jonghyun asked.

“I really don’t remember,” Taemin said. 

They both laughed again, and Taemin sank into Jonghyun’s side.

“I missed you,” Taemin whispered.

“I missed you, too,” Jonghyun whispered back.

When Taemin went to start doing a new load of laundry, he remembered what started the fight a few days ago.

Jonghyun bought the wrong the laundry detergent. Taemin could only shake his head and leave the dirty clothes in the corner of the laundry room. He could go get the right detergent tomorrow.

[maergo]

All texts for Jong and Binnie. ((Binch watch me take YEARS to make those happen

//listen imma sit here, read it in 5 years and remember it slowly bc i’ll forget about it LMAO

esteban to janghyan

🌻 a worried text.[text → kem janghyan]  are u ok? u haven’t complained to me about things in like 2 seconds, don’t tell me things are going good now bc i will get nervous and think someone stole your phone or smth

🐰 a goofy text.[text → kem janghyan] i won a monkey stuffed animal today huehuehue

🦋 a loving text. [text → kem janghyan] ur the greatest fructose son

🧦 a half-asleep text.[text → kem janghyan] mmmmight fall asl–

🌳 a happy text.[text → kem janghyan] I JUST PUT A TINY HAT ON MY TARANTULA THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

🍎 an apologetic text. [text → kem janghyan] im sorry for how bad i am at friendships

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.[text → kem janghyan] i’ll kidnap your child if you do that

🕰️ an early morning text.[text → kem janghyan]  goooood morning im ready to not live this day

💫 a late night text.[text → kem janghyan] ARE YOU AWAKE

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.[text → kem janghyan] i might’ve bought a shirt with ur face on it to promote your face

💡 a scared text.[text → kem janghyan] kinda feel like i’m never gonna be good enough and that i’ll be left sooner or later

💀 an urgent text.[text → kem janghyan] JANGHYAN PLS ANSWER YOUR PHONE THIS IS I M P O R T A N T 

🥇 a supportive text.[text → kem janghyan] i’ll be the first in line next time you’ll release an album!!

🔪 a hateful text. [text → kem janghyan] i just stepped in water while wearing socks and i hate everything bc of this

🌊 a sad text.[text → kem janghyan] today ain’t it and i can’t get myself out of bed

⚡ an angry text.[text → kem janghyan] this bitch tried to steal my cat, got so mad i hit her in the face 

🚀 a goodbye text.[text → kem janghyan] will you keep a good eye on z and make sure he doesn’t do anything crazy?

hyunnie to binnie

🌻 a worried text.[text → binnie] ARE YOU ALIVE???

🐰 a goofy text.[text → binnie] UR A BOOB

🦋 a loving text. [text → binnie]

🧦 a half-asleep text.[text → binnie] 9pm morning sounds foos

🌳 a happy text.[text → binnie] OK SO I PURCHASED TWO ONESIES AND THEY ARRIVED!!! YOU NEEDA COME OVER TO WE CAN WEAR THEM AND BE COMFY

🍎 an apologetic text.[text → binnie] scuse me for my lack of friendness i’ve been caught up in this stupid game

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.[text → binnie] {photo attached of a dickpic tbh} WOW FUCK SORRY THAT WAS NOT MEANT FOR YOU

🕰️ an early morning text.[text → binnie] RISE AND SHINEEEEE just kidding keep sleeping, imma go back to sleep too bc it’s like 9am and that is not the time to be awake already

💫 a late night text.[text → binnie] GO. SLEEP.  YOU LOOKED TIRED TODAY

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.[text → binnie] wanna netflix and chill? and then i mean actually chill 

💡 a scared text.[text → binnie] …someone shot a gun and ever since it’s been dead quiet here

💀 an urgent text.[text → binnie] {photo attached of two pairs of shoes} LEFT OR RIGHT?

🥇 a supportive text.[text → binnie] GO DO IT BINNIE. YOU CAN DO IT!! I BELIEVE IN YOU

🔪 a hateful text. [text → binnie] carrots are so fucking annoying and orange it’s not okay

🌊 a sad text.[text → binnie] :

⚡ an angry text.[text → binnie] i just traveled an hour by train for this game they’d only sell at one specific store only to be told that i was a day too early. then i showed them the receipts of that it’s supposed to be sold today already i got kicked out, so now i wasted a lot of time, some money and my will to even buy that game anymore

🚀 a goodbye text.[text → binnie] I’LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, JUST LEMME DO MY THING IN MURICA FOR A WHILE AND THEN I’LL RETURN OK??? DON’T MISS ME TOO MUCH

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; hes Sloppy; PG-13

u know when you’re at a party and then your friend gets wasted and sits in your lap and confesses to u and it’s a whole thing

so tw for alcohol

“Okay, my dude,” Jonghyun says, lifting on hand from Taemin’s hip to gently tangle in his hair. He pulls Taemin’s head back from his neck and sighs at his lidded, out of focus pupils and slack little smile. “I told you to stop kissing me, like, ten minutes ago already,” he says.

ao3

“You know, I think your eyes are… gorgeous. Gorgeous. You’re gorgeous. Like, when you do the thing, like you smile so gentle, and your eyes get all moony, and your lashes are so long, and you get all gorgeous, like. That thing. When you’re gorgeous. I really love that.”

Jonghyun sighs slowly at the ceiling, head tilted way too far against the back of the couch as Taemin slurs little words into his neck. The rest of the house party bustles around them, but he’s been here for the better part of an hour, holding Taemin in his lap so he doesn’t go being a sloppy drunk mess all over anyone else.

Like, literally holding, firmly, in place, because the last time he let go of Taemin’s hips they started slowly grinding forward against his. He didn’t get a full boner, probably because his brain is too fucking wasted to send all the right signals down there, but Jonghyun can still feel his half hard ween pressing against his leg as Taemin nuzzles him.

This isn’t exactly how he pictured his night going when he showed up to Jinki’s place.

“Mmm, I really love you,” Taemin mumbles against his skin. “I really really want you to know that. I really wanna tell you all the time. I love you a really whole lot. And I’m demi, so that’s like. An extra lot. Of love. From you… from… fr--for you. For--from--from me.”

This also isn’t how he expected Taemin to confess to him, either. He never expected Taemin to confess to him at all, ever. He pats Taemin’s hip gently instead of replying because he’s kind of just sad about this whole situation. He knows Taemin, and he knows drunk Taemin. He’s super far gone right now and he’s not going to remember any of this. And he definitely wouldn’t want to be saying all of this sober.

Like, it’s nice and all; Taemin is cute and would probably be a good boyfriend and everything, but still. Jonghyun feels gross for sitting here and listening to something Taemin wouldn’t want him to know, but he knows that he would feel grosser if he abandoned Taemin to wander around the house all slurry and wiggly and touchy by himself.

Taemin’s lips on his neck stop making words and instead just press against his skin, warm breaths puffing out and making him feel all moist and sticky on one side. Jonghyun thinks about shifting Taemin in his lap so his mouth moves, then decides against it. If Taemin is finally passing out he doesn’t want to disturb that.

After another few minutes, Taemin’s lips start to kiss him instead and he sighs. Holy shit. He waits a few moments to make sure that Taemin is really trying to kiss up on him again and not just doing some weird drunk shit; when Taemin bites lightly and starts sucking a hickey into him he calls it.

“Okay, my dude,” he says, lifting on hand from Taemin’s hip to gently tangle in his hair. He pulls Taemin’s head back and sighs at his lidded, out of focus pupils and slack little smile. “I told you to stop kissing me, like, ten minutes ago already,” he says.

“Oh,” Taemin mumbles. He blinks slowly, rubs one hand clumsily into his eye, and lets it fall onto Jonghyun’s shoulder. “I forgot,” he says. Jonghyun snorts. He forgot twenty minutes ago, too.

“Stop it,” he says sternly. Taemin nods, a sheepish little thing, and Jonghyun lets him nestle himself back in against his neck. He can’t imagine that it’s a pleasant experience, what with all of the spit on there now, but Taemin doesn’t seem to have any complaints. He creeps both little hands around Jonghyun’s shoulders and clings to him tightly, mumbling more little things that Jonghyun doesn’t catch. Jonghyun hopes he actually falls asleep soon. For being a scrawny little shit his weight is still heavy over Jonghyun’s thighs and it’s starting to get uncomfortable.

Letting his head loll to the side, he quickly scans the rest of the party. Mm. Well. At east he’s not missing out on talking to anyone he knows. Jinki is off mingling or whatever, but he can talk to Jinki whenever he wants anyway, so he doesn’t count. He almost makes eye contact with a person that looks like they wouldn’t mind a conversation with someone with a drunken little goober in their lap, but before he can smile at them, Taemin makes a louder noise and shifts closer like he wants attention.

Jonghyun sighs and goes back to staring at the ceiling, squeezing Taemin’s side with one hand.

“What?” he asks blandly.

“Mmmh… why don’t you like my butt anymore?” Taemin asks.

“What?” Jonghyun asks, the repeat question a breathy laugh. That’s not what he was expecting at all. Taemin whines, actually makes a long noise high in his throat, and wiggles against Jonghyun like a little kid.

“You used to always touch my butt all the time always and now you’re not,” he pouts. “You haven’t even tried today,” he adds. His voice is hurt and rejected, and if Jonghyun didn’t know any better, he would think there was a hint of a tear in there. Honestly, he wouldn’t put it passed drunk Taemin to actually be the one to cry for once. Even over something like an absence of butt touching.

“I mean,” he says. He never really noticed his excessive touching or lack of touching of Taemin’s before. And now wouldn’t exactly be a good time to start. “You are drunker than I’ve ever seen you before in my life and I would feel gross for touching your butt when you’re like this?” he says. He feels like even for drunk Taemin that should make sense. Still, Taemin whines and wiggles and paps his little hands all over Jonghyun’s shoulders.

“But you always liked my butt and you always wanted to touch it and I liked it because I like my butt and I like you and I like you touching my butt but now you’re not and I don’t know why and I want you to touch my butt because it feels nice and your hands are, like, really warm and strong and they felt really good on my butt and I just really want you to touch m--”

“Okay okay okay, fine, I’ll touch your butt,” Jonghyun says quickly. Taemin wasn’t breathing much during that whole thing and Jonghyun feels like a gentle hand pap on the booty will be more okay than letting Taemin talk himself to death in his lap. He slips both hands from Taemin’s hips to rest over the back pockets of his jeans, patting his butt sweetly.

It is a nice butt, to be honest. Very cute and plush. Taemin hums the longest, most contented noise into his skin and squeezes him tight. Jonghyun rolls his eyes, a smile creeping onto his lips. He’s so cute sometimes. He lets his hands just rest there, very lightly, without trying to actually feel or pull him closer. This is nice, he guesses. Some nice sitting time with Taemin practically purring into his neck. He bets Taemin will fall asleep for real soon.

Soon, he feels Taemin’s lips kissing up on his neck again instead and sighs. Maybe he’ll just let Taemin glom onto him like this all night. Just a hickey. It’ll be easier than constantly pulling him away and he’ll have some evidence in the morning to hopefully convince Taemin to never get this drunk again. It’ll save the both of them a headache.

[katrinawritesthings]

Onjongtae; grumpy; PG

jong being grumpy and pouty is Important

To: Taem 4:46pm Hey do you know why JJs being all grumpy on me rn

From: Taem 4:48pm lmao yeah

ao3

Jinki’s mouth is dry, his gums and his cheeks and his lips. He breathes slowly, eyes closed, thoughts hazy, slipping in and out of focus. Snippets of conversation from his own memory mix with the low murmur of the tv in front of him and the sounds of cars rolling by outside. He was just watching one of his shows when he remembered when he was trying to convince his boss to allow beanbag chairs in the office. He had facts and statistics and data for it and… he can’t seem to remember any of it at all. His hearing fuzzes out and then becomes sharper before dulling again and he sighs in the middle of struggling to pull back that moment in time.

It never happened; it was a dream, a weird hazy mess of a dream from a weird hazy mess of an accidental nap. He smacks his lips and licks up the inside of his mouth, turning his face more into the pillow he has in his arms. He’s kind of disappointed; he’s still sleepy, but the more he tries to fall back away the more his consciousness returns to him and the more the dream slips from his fingers until he can’t remember any of it. Something about work, maybe.

What wakes him up fully is the sound of footsteps up the front porch. Jonghyun’s home.

He’s probably what woke Jinki up in the first place; the sound of his car rolling up and him getting out are both closer and more distinct than the distant buzz that lulled him to sleep. He cracks his eyes open sleepily, turning to lie on his back and stretching his legs out over the couch. Jonghyun jiggles his key in the lock and Jinki rubs his eyes as he lets himself in. Everything is still so fuzzy and hazy, but he still reaches a lazy hand out for Jonghyun and gives him his best little smile.

“Welcome home, my birl,” he hums. Jonghyun pauses with the door half closed behind him and a confused look; it turns into a soft laugh as he looks Jinki up and down.

“What the fuck is a birl?” he asks. He closes the door behind him and shrugs his bag off of his shoulder, setting it down on the bench by the wall. Jinki shrugs.

“Like,” he says. “Boy. Girl. Boygirl. Birl.” His grin widens as Jonghyun’s confused face returns with more judgement this time. Jonghyun slides up to him on the couch and Jinki lets himself be gently pushed and pulled into a position Jonghyun can lean against. “I just woke up,” he adds in defense of his weak wordplay. It was good, but it could have been better, and he’ll admit that. Jonghyun exhales softly in amusement and settles himself between Jinki’s legs, leaning up on his shoulder. Jinki suddenly finds himself above a head of soft brown hair and he doesn’t really mind in the slightest.

“Yeah, well,” Jonghyun mumbles. “You can go back to sleep,” he says. “I’m just gonna be grumpy for a little bit.” His voice goes pouty in the middle of that and he curls up small, nuzzling his face into Jinki’s shirt and stealing his pillow to hold close. Jinki raises his brows, slinging one arm around Jonghyun’s waist and patting his grumpy head.

“Why?” he asks blandly.

“Hmph,” is all Jonghyun says. His voice is even smaller and if Jinki leans just right, he can see furrowed brows and the tiniest little frown. Adorable. He kisses the top of Jonghyun’s head gently, then rests his chin on it. Hmm. What could Jonghyun possibly be grumpy about. Traffic, maybe. Or work. But probably not work, because between work and coming home he went to snuggle with Taemin for a little bit, and he would have complained to him about work there. They’ve been going out for a few months now; Jonghyun is totally comfortable enough with him to whine about things.

Maybe he’s grumpy about Taemin. Jinki pets his arm gently, shrugging in his head so he doesn’t disturb Jonghyun’s comfort. He guesses it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“Can I snoop and ask Taemin about it?” he asks.

“Hmph,” Jonghyun hisses, a heavy huff of breath, and Jinki chuckles softly. It was Taemin himself. Alright then. The two of them decided a while ago that with things like this, where Jonghyun’s pride and grumpiness won’t let him say yes to anything, that it’s okay to snoop if there wasn’t a hard “no,” so Jinki pulls out his phone to snoop.

To: Taem 4:46pm Hey do you know why JJs being all grumpy on me rn

He stares at his phone lazily, noting that Taemin saw the message almost immediately and then closed the conversation soon after. It was totally him. He wonders if he’s avoiding answering or just trying to think of how to say it. He doesn’t know Taemin enough to know which it was.

A soft vibration on his knee makes him look down; Jonghyun sticks his hand in his hoodie pocket and Jinki feels it on his knee instead until Jonghyun pulls out his phone. He watches Jonghyun check whatever it was, then huff even louder for a third time. Jinki rubs his nose to hide his soft little breath of amusement as Jonghyun replies to what was undoubtedly a message from Taemin and then stuffs his phone back into his pocket. He grips his pillow even closer with an audible little grumble, and then Jinki’s own phone lights up with a new notification.

From: Taem 4:48pm lmao yeah

Jinki snorts softly, leaning his head back against the corner of the couch. As Jonghyun wiggles closer to tuck himself under his neck again, Jinki pulls a pillow behind his head and watches Taemin’s little typing bubble. This should be interesting. He pets Jonghyun’s side slowly until Taemin finally sends the messages all at once.

From: Taem 4:57pm okay so like we’re hanging out right. and snuggling and being really cute and shit. and he turns to me, like, “you’re pan, right?” and i’m like “yeah” and so he’s like, “like, gender and sex wise?? like u like all genders?? every single one of them??” and i’m like “yeah that’s what pan means”

From: Taem 4:55pm and so he’s like “what about the genders like that people make up or with weird pronouns or when people say they’re two genders at the same time or more or that their gender changes based on arbitrary things” and just listing all of these exceptions or whatever and i’m here like “uh I mean we’ve talked about all of this before remember nb people are rad and cute and we have to support them and not be cis garbage”

From: Taem 4:55pm so he’s like “yeah but like. you know how when we talk about these things and it’s like we’re two average regular normal cis allies just kind of saying the same generic things that we’ve heard from nb people and not speaking from experience or anything”

From: Taem 4:55pm and i’m like uh

From: Taem 4:55pm and he’s like “because i really like you and i know you’re not a piece of shit about this but i’m still really anxious about it because this is always fucking terrifying but we’ve been going out for a while now and i feel like i can really trust you now and um”

From: Taem 4:55pm he’s like obviously really panicky and messed up about it so obviously i’m worried and so i try to comfort him and i’m like “bruh are you okay?? are you trying to come out to me or something?? because you know that if you are nb then i still love you and care about you and everything like that wouldn’t change”

From: Taem 4:55pm so now he’s all grumpy at me because i ruined his whole coming out thing because apparently he had a whole speech planned and i figured out what he meant halfway through

From: Taem 4:55pm and yeah

Jinki laughs. He didn’t mean to, but it comes out of him anyway, a breathy chuckle as he reads the last few texts over again. Holy shit. That was interesting. He turns to giggle into his pillow, phone dropping somewhere between his thigh and the couch cushion. Jonghyun makes a little noise and looks up so that Jinki can feel his nose brushing against his neck.

“What?” he asks, voice small. Jinki giggles a little harder at that but shakes his head and squeezes Jonghyun close.

“Nothing,” he grins. “I love you.” He drops a kiss on Jonghyun’s temple just to make him squeak and blush, hiding his face in his hands and curling back up tiny and small in Jinki’s arms. As insignificant as that whole thing was, Jinki can’t even fault him for it. He would be grumpy about it too.

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; secret boyfriend; PG

jinki is the secret boyfriend and taems playing bust a move

“Can you, um,” Taemin says. “Pretend I didn’t just accidentally come out again?” Jonghyun seemingly took the news well enough but he doesn’t need that shit getting out to more people.

Red to red… blue to blue… a yellow wedged up against the side and out of the way… a red connecting two big groups to pop… a green snuck perfectly in through a hole to drop down a good fifth of the board… a white wedged up next to the yellow, a green next to the white, a row added on top, another green just slightly too far to one side that blocks the yellow, another yellow that can’t reach the first now, a blue accidentally added to the green, a red, two yellows that pop, a red, another row, a blue, a white, a green, a fuck, fuck, fuck fuck--

“FUCK,” Taemin hisses, slapping his fist on the arcade machine next to the button as the game screen turns black and white and all of the little bubbles fall down. That was bullshit. He sighs at the countdown timer and grabs a quarter off of the pile he dumped onto the control panel before he started playing. Sliding it into the player two coin slot, he takes a moment to rub his eyes and shake out his hands. That was fifty-something levels that he did in a row without dying once. Not his best, but pretty good still. Slapping the start button, he takes in the beginning of the level again. Simple enough. He won’t fuck up this time.

He goes through the motions, nudging the joystick lightly with his left hand, his right hand gently tapping the shoot button in tune to the music between each real press. Soon, like usual, his eyes kind of blur out of focus. He can still see the blobs of color to match on the screen, so he doesn’t mind. He just plays the game and listens to the bouncy music, falling into the experience and only pausing every once in a while to take a sip of his half-melted strawberry slushie.

“Hey.”

“Mmh.” A soft voice barely brings Taemin out of his reverie. They came at the short pause between the end of one level and the start of another so Taemin spares a quick glance to figure out who it is: Jonghyun from fourth period geometry. He hums again as he focuses back on the game.

“Aren’t you part of Jinki’s birthday party too?” Jonghyun asks. “Or are you just also here by chance?”

“No, I’m with Jinki,” Taemin mumbles. He was the first one invited to the party going on right now. He was there when Jinki was reserving two bowling lanes online and everything. He crouches slightly to get a better angle of the screen as he lines up a shot.

“Why are you alone in here instead of bowling with the rest of us then?” Jonghyun asks. Taemin thinks he’s watching him instead of the screen, but he doesn’t care enough to look. He shrugs as he finishes up the level.

“I hate bowling,” he says. Before the next level starts he takes a sip of his slushie and only scrunches a little bit at how watery it’s getting. The new level start is simple and he already remembers exactly how to beat it from his multiple days in front of this machine waiting for Jinki to finish his shifts. Out of the corner of his eye, Jonghyun leans lazily up against the other half of the machine.

“Why’d you come to a bowling alley party, then?” he asks this time. Taemin shrugs again.

“Because I love Jinki,” he says. Simple. He’s not gonna not show up to his boyfriend’s party. And he’s not gonna stay in the arcade on his own for the whole time. He’ll slouch back out to join the others when it’s time for presents and cake. A blue bubble lands a pixel to the left of where he meant it to; biting his lip, he finagles the joystick carefully to line up his next shot around his mistake.

“Like, platonically?” Jonghyun asks after he shoots. Taemin frowns. No, what the fuck.

“Romantically,” he says. Like, obviously. He doesn’t care about his regular friends enough to come to a bowling alley for them. Maybe a qpr but he doesn’t exactly have one of those at the moment.

“Ahhh,” Jonghyun hums. “Haven’t told him yet?” he asks. The sympathetic tone in his voice makes Taemin frown again. For the first time in a while he actually takes his focus off of the game in front of him. He keeps his eyes on it, pretending to be concentrating on a shot, and thinks. Why the fuck would Jonghyun think he--

Oh, fuck that's right. He’s not even fucking out to Jonghyun.

Or, well, he wasn’t, until now. Whoops.

“Uh, no,” he says, sighing out the lie with a shake of his head. “I don’t… know if he would take it well,” he mumbles. He slips back into his concentration on the game again, for real this time now that he knows what he’s saying again. He knows how to pretend that Jinki is straight and not actually his boyfriend. He does it on a daily basis at school. “Can you, um,” he says, tapping a few shots out to finish the level. “Pretend I didn’t just accidentally come out again?” Jonghyun seemingly took the news well enough but he doesn’t need that shit getting out to more people. He’s heard that Jonghyun has a big mouth but he’s also heard that he’s good at keeping important secrets. He’s more than banking on that second aspect right now.

“Yeah, sure,” Jonghyun says. Taemin breathes a soft sigh of relief. That’s good. “What do you mean by ‘again,’ though?” Jonghyun says. He sounds amused and curious, and he leans even more into the corner of Taemin’s view. “Who else have you accidentally come out to?” he asks. Taemin snorts.

“Choi,” he says, and then, “Minho,” he adds, just in case Jonghyun thought of the wrong one. “He saw my report card and pointed out that I had straight B’s and I told him that it was the only straight thing about me.” He shrugs tiredly. It kind of followed the usual pattern of his life: great joke, bad timing. He hears Jonghyun snort softly and shrugs again. He was probably distracted by something like he was this time. After that, Jonghyun is silent, eyes on the arcade screen. Taemin doesn’t mind him watching. He tones everything out when he’s playing anyway. An extra human has never been a problem. At least Jonghyun isn’t a crowd of little kids.

Soon he gets lost in the game again, in the colors, in the patterns, in the repetitive tune that fills his ears and makes him feel swimmy. The darkness of the rest of the arcade coupled with the brightness of the screen gives the illusion he’s the only one in here, a peaceful hyperfocused solitude from the crowd of people out in the main alley. When he blinks his eyelids are heavy but a good kind of heavy; the kind of heavy where he could curl up and sleep soon if he wanted to but is content with staying up and doing this instead. He finishes another several levels without taking his eyes off of the screen.

“You know,” Jonghyun says quietly. Taemin doesn’t look away but he does register mild surprise that he’s still here. He figured Jonghyun would have left him to go back to the party by now. “I bet Jinki would be open to it,” Jonghyun says. “I bet you two would be cute together.”

“Mmh,” Taemin hums. “Cool.” He knows for a fact that they are absolutely adorable together, but that’s not something that Jonghyun needs to know. He doesn’t know what Jonghyun meant by “open to it.” It could either mean “I think he’s straight but wouldn’t be violently homophobic if you brought it up” or “I somehow know that he is also into dudes but I’m being really vague about it because I don’t want to out him.” It is a mystery, and not one that Taemin wants to bother trying to figure out right now. “I’m fine,” he mumbles. “I’m not new to unrequited crushes.” That’s actually not a lie; his life is a whole closet full of crushes on straight boys. Besides Jinki.

“Same,” Jonghyun sighs. Taemin hums shortly. Unless he’s more in the closet than Taemin is, Taemin doesn’t think that Jonghyun’s straight boy “I’m too shy to talk to girls” problems really compare to his “If I tell a straight boy I like him then he could potentially murder me” problems. But whatever.

“Hey, Taemie--Taemin.”

For the first time, Taemin looks completely away from his game when Jinki’s voice calls through the arcade. He’s at the entrance, walking passed the air hockey table with a sheepish little smile. His birthday hat is just hanging around his neck like an absurd necklace and Taemin automatically feels himself smiling, already so enamored by his babe doing nothing.

“Taemietaemin,” Jonghyun says, a sly little grin on his lips, and when Jinki reaches him he pushes his shoulder lightly.

“You can’t make fun of me for mispronouncing things on my birthday,” he says. “That’s against the rules.” Taemin hides a small laugh in the back of his hand. A mispronunciation. Sure. Behind Jonghyun’s back he cocks a brow at Jinki’s excuse for the pet name. Now Jinki’s trying to accidentally out both of them to Jonghyun, apparently. Jinki twitches a brow back at him so quickly he almost misses it. “I thought you were peeing?” he asks Jonghyun accusingly.

“Uh, I mean,” Jonghyun says. He scratches the side of his head guiltily. “I did, but then I got distracted.” He waves a hand blandly at Taemin and his game. Taemin snorts at being blamed and pushes Jonghyun’s shoulder lightly as well.

“No one made you stay here,” he says. Jonghyun just shrugs back innocently.

“Anyway,” Jinki says. “Come on. Time to set the cake sacrifice aflame and praise me through song.” He grabs both of their wrists as they laugh and tugs them out of the arcade. Taemin only stops them for a few seconds to grab the rest of his quarters, leaving the game empty for anyone that wants to pick up where he left off. As they leave the arcade, Jinki fits himself in between the two of them and lets their wrists go. Taemin catches his hand and locks their fingers together for just a moment before letting go completely, and shares a secret little smile with him before they return to the rest of the party.

[eorumverba]

Jongtae where Taemin has a mad crush on Jjong but he has a girlfriend and its angst?

It’s almost pathetic, how inevitable it is, for Taemin to fall so completely in love, but he doesn’t mind. It’s romantic this way, being in love with his best friend, the person that loves him most.

Taemin has known Jonghyun for most of his life - since Jonghyun was ten and he was seven. They’ve grown up together, and Jonghyun was Taemin’s first everything, from first friend to first kiss. So it makes sense for Jonghyun to be Taemin’s first love as well - and if it were a perfect world, Jonghyun would love Taemin back, and they would kiss and date each other and get married and live together until they both died, still together, always together.

But it’s not a perfect world.

It’s almost pathetic, how inevitable it is, for Taemin to fall so completely in love, but he doesn’t mind. It’s romantic this way, being in love with his best friend, the person that loves him most.

Until he meets Kim Gwiboon.

And no, that’s not it…Gwiboon isn’t the one at fault, not really. She’d moved from Daegu to Seoul, been paired with Taemin in dance class, and from then, it’d been history. Gwiboon is intelligent, beautiful and she deserves the world - and she knows it. Gwiboon’s sharp tongue makes people shy away, but Taemin is one of the few that knows how truly soft she is, how vulnerable she can be and how fiercely loyal she is. He wishes he could love her.

But it all clicks one afternoon when Gwiboon barges into Taemin’s room while Jonghyun is over.

“Hello,” she says, crossing her arms and raising one perfectly plucked brow after flipping her bangs from her face, “you’re in my spot.”

“Your spot-”

“Gwiboon, Jonghyun. Jonghyun, Gwiboon.”

“I don’t really care, Taeminnie. Come on, let’s get ice cream. My treat.”

“No, Taemin and I were working on a project.”

“And what was your project? Poker?” Gwiboon gestures dismissively to the deck of cards on the bed before scoffing and directing her next words to Taemin, “ice cream.”

“Why don’t we all get-”

There is a resounding no from both Gwiboon and Jonghyun, and Taemin sighs. A sharp, almost obnoxious laugh from Gwiboon, and she spins on her heel, calling out a, “I’ll go then.” before shutting the door behind her.

Jonghyun huffs and flops down, head falling easily into Taemin’s lap as he brings Taemin’s hand to his hair, a wordless demand to be petted. “I hate her.”

“No you don’t, hyung. You barely know her.”

“Still hate her.”

Gwiboon promptly texts Taemin a I hate him, he looks like a dinosaur. So Taemin decides that he’ll make Gwiboon and Jonghyun be friends, one way or another.

And that is his undoing.

Taemin somehow manages to get both Gwiboon and Jonghyun to get pizza one day at his house - they both end up agreeing that pineapples on pizza suck, and they turn to each other, startled. Gwiboon has a soft smile on her lips, and Jonghyun lets out a startled little laugh, and from then on, Taemin is the third wheel among his two best friends. He doesn’t mind though, not really - not when they both look so happy.

He minds when Gwiboon tells him how cute Jonghyun is, what a good singer he is, what a natural born performer he is. He minds when Jonghyun giggles over messages Gwiboon sends him, that he’s always on his phone, that every other sentence has Gwiboon’s name in it.

He minds when he texts Jonghyun asking if he wants to come over, and Jonghyun messages back that he’s taking Gwiboon on a date. A date.

Taemin minds when he leans over the edge of the bed and pukes - and all that comes up are soft purple petals.

He’s known that the Hanahaki Disease exists, but he never…thought he’d get it.

Because in a perfect world, Jonghyun would be taking him on a date, not Gwiboon. They’d have kissed in Taemin’s room, confessed either just before or just afterwards, and the rest would be history.

Not this, not Taemin dying over one-sided love while his love cavorts all over with his new girlfriend. Because there’s no way Gwiboon will say no, not now, not ever.

To Jjong-hyung: hey

To Jjong-hyung: i love you, you knwo that?

From Jjong-hyung: haha ya iilyt dude

From Jjong-hyung: movies abt to start ill message later k

From Gwiboon: stp txting jong lmao

To Gwiboon: sorry

To Gwiboon: have fun

From Gwiboon: r u ok?

From Jjong-hyung: tae gwiboon said you’re upset??

To Jjong-hyung: im fine. have fun

To Gwiboon: dnt worry about it. have fun

Neither of them answer - or maybe they do, but Taemin turns his phone off and curls up in bed, silently cries himself to sleep so no one in his family will hear and come investigate.

Taemin deletes all of his social media accounts - his Snapchat and Twitter and Tumblr and Instagram feeds are only of Jonghyun and Gwiboon, and while he’s definitely happy for them, he doesn’t like coughing up hyacinth petals every time he sees a picture of them. (After some research, Taemin finds out that hyacinths mean sincerity, and that purple hyacinths symbolize asking for forgiveness and deep regret. Fucking ironic.)

Jonghyun and Gwiboon find out together - they both come into Taemin’s room, deep frowns on both of their faces. “You’ve been avoiding us,” Gwiboon says, blunt as ever, “why?”

Taemin doesn’t answer, already feeling petals bubbling up in his throat, and Jonghyun tries this time. “Taeminnie, I missed you. Didn’t you - miss me too?” And there is so much raw emotion in his voice that Taemin claps a hand over his mouth to avoid crying out because he missed Jonghyun so fucking much.

“Taemin, open your mouth.” It would be Gwiboon, Taemin thinks grimly. He shakes his head, but he doesn’t protest when Jonghyun gently pulls Taemin’s hand down. Just seeing the worry and love in Jonghyun’s eyes is enough to make Taemin push him away so he can vomit handfuls of petals on the floor in front of him.

And it’s silent.

Gwiboon doesn’t even ask Taemin if he’s going to get the surgery - she knows him too well. She just gathers him in her arms and lets him cry.

And after the funeral, she and Jonghyun linger - Jonghyun’s eyes are dry, and it worries her. Because Jonghyun had been inconsolable when he heard of Taemin’s death, had burst into tears at the mere thought of him. But now - Gwiboon peeks up at him out of the corner of her eye, worrying her lip as she sees him standing stock still, eyes dry and cold.

He’s still staring down at Taemin’s tombstone (in loving memory - beloved brother, son and best friend), and he starts at Gwiboon’s touch, like he’d forgotten she was there.

“Sorry, I - I remember the first time I met him…he was seven and I was ten. I went to his house and we played xbox…god. It seems like so long ago.”

“It was.”

“I just wish he’d told me,” Jonghyun’s voice breaks and Gwiboon feels relieved when he begins to cry, “I should’ve noticed how bad he was, I should’ve done something!”

“He doesn’t blame you. He hid it very well.”

“I was his best friend, Gwiboon.”

“You are his best friend.”

Jonghyun crumples to the ground at that and lets out a poorly muffled sob, not flinching when Gwiboon joins him and wraps her arms around him. He’s shaking (or maybe she is) and Gwiboon lets him cry, waits for him to calm down before standing with him and pulling him away from Taemin’s grave.

They come back every year with a bouquet of hyacinths for Taemin’s tombstone.