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tiramissu09 · 11 months ago

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Morning Glow

synopsis: you (y/n) wake up before your husband on a Sunday morning and study him, wondering how you both even got together.

song choices to listen to while reading:

Body by Summer Walker

Orbit by JONGHYUN from SHINee

Natural by G-Soul

warning(s)/story notes: gender neutral y/n, nostalgia, hints of last night’s activities (iykyk), silent serenading, naked imagery, a little nod to the JJK lore, POC y/n

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

author note: My first fanfic, y’all! I feel like, instead of using janitor ai (don’t use it, it’s hella addictive and made me burn through my money), I could use my imagination and potential to write something for my main beloved, Nanami Kento. I love this man and in my head, we are living together in Malaysia, having the time of our lives, haha. Also, I thought I was going to do a quick drabble, but I got into my feels, haha.

Please, please give me feedback and critique so I can improve on my writing. Thank you and enjoy!!! <3

The chirping birds started to grow louder and more annoying outside the large French windows with the soft, peaching-colored morning light streaming in, faint flapping of the pale curtains echoing with shared breaths. You groan softly against your white silk pillow along with your blurry vision, from your deep slumber, as you rub your eyes and look around, dazed. You felt the light breeze of the open ajar window on your bare leg, out of the fluffy blanket, contrasting with the deep warmth soaked into the mattress from the sleep.

Your eyes move around, to anchor yourself into reality, until they settle down at a large, ivory back which had light red scratches along with crescent moon shaped indents littered over his rugged muscles, rippling with each soft breath. His messy golden blonde hair that you loved to run your fingers in, slightly swaying with the early dawn breeze, along the warm yellow sunlight, giving him that morning glow that made him look…like a god, a figment of your imagination.

Last night’s memories were reeling in like a blurry movie, reminiscing on your stomach with your head and facing his back, as you remember his sweet deep chocolate eyes, his slightly pink blush on his face, and…my god, those large, veiny hands all over your body, rough but gentle on your soft skin.

Sighing softly, not wanting to wake him up yet, go down this deep spiral with your fingers itching to touch him….how did you even meet this man? Was it at the office Christmas party where he was wearing that ridiculous, fluorescent green elf costume as your white-haired boss had made me for a pay raise? Or when you both bumped into each other in the hallway before math class during senior year, your nose bleeding as you bumped into his chest too hard and he assisted you to the nurse’s office?.....no,no…..oh my god! How could you forget?

It was that night…..that night where you all were freshman in high school and it was the camp site trip that you all had to go to as a bonding activity for all the new students which you were part of. You remember you were really nervous as a tiny, little 13 year old. You were new to Tokyo and Japan, overall, not looking like the others and the culture so vastly different from yours which made it difficult to fit in, your family or teachers help you with. This was nicely added with you going through puberty, the whole nine yards of acne and changing body, made you more quiet and shy to talk to others.

In your ensemble of light washed jeans, your oversized purple flannel shirt and black Converse high tops, you were sitting on the wooden benches near the camp-fire under the starry, twilight sky, shivering slightly from the cold, autumn night in the forest near Kyoto. You were alone, with everyone talking to each other excitedly, with some others playing games and singing karaoke, and watching all the kids with a small smile on your face.

Then, you felt a warm blanket around your body, causing you to have goosebumps all over your skin. You looked up with wide eyes from the brushing of their fingers on your neck to the warm presence behind your back, surprised and making you jolt up, but a soft hand pushed you down to sit back. “Sorry, did I scare you?” His soft and low voice, almost purring, caused you to shiver more but you held back your reaction as you turned your head completely around, wanting to know who it was. You caught those soft, brown eyes, reminding you of that deep brown honey under the sunlight, making you feel more awake than any other coffee.

You quickly get out of your reverie and stutter out as you brush your hair back, looking away. “No! Not a-at all…just got surprised.”,offering him a smile as you try to not to fluster even more. You notice his blonde hair, straightened to the T and his bangs covering his eyes which you didn’t like but didn’t say that out loud, and his black shirt with a band name you never heard of with his black skinny ripped jeans.

You clear your throat as you look into his eyes, “H-hi, my name is f/n l/n….what’s your…name?” You were fidgeting with the soft, baby blue wool blanket with your fingers, as you both sat next to each other with your knee brushing against his, ever so slightly. He grins a little more as he had a deadpan face before, making your heart and insides all melted and mushy inside, showing his pearly whites. He says in that voice that you could just listen to all the time. “Kento….Nanami Kento…but you can call me Ken.”

You memorize that name, as it was tattooed to your naive heart, as you nod slowly and say quietly. “Nice to meet you…Ken.” You both sat there in silence with all the loud commotion around you both. You didn’t know what to say as the tense silence was swallowing you up and you quickly ask and at the same time, looking at the bright scarlet camp fire, “You should go hang out to your friends…”, peeking to the side to look at his face longer, but looking away when he caught your eyes and your face becoming hot with each passing second.

He sighed loudly as he stretched his legs out and watched the white-haired hyper kid screaming happily at the black-haired boy who looked so done with him, but had a small smile. After some moments of more silence, Kento spoke with a small smile and turned to face you, “You looked….lonely….like me and…”, now looking away as you caught some peach-colored blush on his cheeks. “You looked like you were glowing…like the fire.”

You remember how you became quiet, flustered and frozen by the compliment and you remembered you thanked him meekly which was so cute and how you hit yourself internally for how dumb it was. However, the rest of that night, you both started to talk more freely and understood that you both had a lot in common, in terms of family background and not really fitting in due to your particular tastes.

Despite being amicable acquaintances all through high school and losing contact when entering university, once you both reunited, it felt right. You both were meant to be together and glowing in each other’s arms and affection.

You were shaken out of your deep thoughts as you felt the bed rustling lightly. You looked up and saw his face turned to you now. You were slightly surprised by the sudden appearance of his handsome and rugged face, but you quickly smiled widely, “Good morning, honey.” Snuggling closer to him and him taking you in his buff arms, making you all so warmer, he murmured in your messy hair, his morning voice low and reverberating through your body, “What were you thinking about so hard, darling? You laugh softly as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and your arms around his shoulders, and whisper muffled against his warm skin that smelled like sandalwood and musk, that was so unique to him, “I was just thinking…..how you were glowing…..like the sun.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #fluff #smut #gege akutami #navyred #tiramissu09

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smtown-tourist · 1 year ago

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Does… does Jonghyun’s shirt say ‘SPREAD ME’???? 😳

#shinee #jonghyun #like am i shocked? no #but also… KIM JONGHYUN!!!!#it probably doesn’t say that but it sure looks like it does #kim kibum proof read your husband’s wardrobe choices #sweet jesus #it’s like the taemin zipper flap all over again #yall have a member who is practically fluent in english use that!!!#i miss jonghyun tho #my bias #always in our hearts #depression is real #don’t choose suicide

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years ago

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omg heyyyy how are you doing today? i’m doing horrible. i’m stuck with the lgbtq kids that has a crush on me. bruh, they should know that the only person i like is jonghyun lol

hi! I'm doing okay, working on some uni stuff for my thesis meeting

I mean, hey, someone has a crush on you which means they recognize you're an amazing person!

#but I can see your point of view lol #jonghyuns-husband #jonghyuns husband

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dibidibifiction · 7 months ago

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Give Me A Hug

[on-going series]

TRIGGER WARNINGS: smut, violence, physical abuse, trauma, alcohol

PAIRING: Taemin x Female Reader

CATEGORY: Romance

POV: First person

Number of chapters: 17 (incomplete) Word count per chapter: 1k-2.3k

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction made for the personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone so as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons on whom the characters are based. She also does not claim ownership of any of the images that are being used.

SYNOPSIS: Y is gradually accepting all the scars on her body. Despite her past and self-doubts, she has come to be surrounded by people who love her and believe in her. Jonghyun, her best friend for years, has helped her slowly get back on her feet, finding her resuming her career in fashion and beauty. After leaving her abusive husband, she didn’t think she could be good enough for that path nor could she trust and love again. But let’s see how her life turns around as Taemin comes into her life.

general masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 NEW!

Chapter 4 NEW!

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 (smut)

Chapter 13 (male nudity)

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

. . .

more SHINee fanfictions

#shinee fanfic #shinee fanfics #shinee fanfiction #shinee fluff #shinee x reader #taemin x reader #shinee smut #taemin fanfic #kpop fanfic #taemin fiction #taemin fanfiction #taemin x female reader #shinee taemin fanfic

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katrinawritesthings · 4 months ago

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OT5 i guess; wedding crashing; R

jong2min having a nice date on the boardwalk when they see onkey getting married and go crash it but oh no !!! minho fucked one of the grooms last week :3c But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair.

The sun is shining, the sky is clear, the seagulls are shrieking, the waves are rolling, the beach bustles with life, and Minho is practically bursting with contentment. He walks side by side with his babes, Jonghyun next to him in the middle and Taemin on the other side of him, his arm crossed over Taemin’s so they can both claim one of Jonghyun's butt pockets, and the three of them joke and grin at each other as they window shop down the shore.

"Is that a wedding?” Minho stops when Jonghyun stops when Taemin stops, grinding the three of them to a halt on the sandy boardwalk and pointing with his popsicle to the shoreline. Jonghyun leans forward around Taemin to look so Minho leans backward around both of them to do the same. He has to squint a little bit against the glimmers of the waves on this bright sunny day, but he spots the group of people lounging out in the sand around three people standing up straight. Two of them are wearing suits and holding hands, huge smiles visible even at a distance.

“Oh, that's so romantic," Jonghyun sighs. "Why haven't you two married me on the shoreline?" he pouts.

"Illegal," Taemin says.

"If we tried you would not stop complaining about the sun," Minho adds. He hasn't stopped complaining about the sun already today. Minho isn't going to deal with that on their wedding day.

Jonghyun sighs long and loud through his nose, then changes track and says, "let's go crash it."

"I don't think–"

"Hell yeah dude!"

The two of them take off, jogging towards the nearest staircase into the sand and dragging Minho behind them. Minho rolls his eyes as he gets his footing. They enable each other too much. But this is at least better than the time they broke into an abandoned building to “explore cool ghost shit" and got attacked by a family of raccoons, so. He guesses he can't complain too much.

Touching down onto the beach proper, they walk casually along the shoreline until they're behind the wedding. Then, just as casually, they sit down in the back and make themselves comfortable. None of the guests seem to object to their presence; actually, a couple of the people at the back with them look like they had the same idea. The closer they get to the front of the audience the more people are dressed in pastel oranges and foresty greens.

Up at the very front the two grooms are radiant in their similarly colored suits. One is in a peachy pinkish orange suit with shoulder length light brown hair, smile lines and crow's feet prominent as he listens to his soon to be husband recite his vows. The one speaking is in a light leaf green suit. His short black hair is coiffed up, his dimples are adorable, his pretty lips form his words carefully, and his prominent eyebrow scar is accentuated with make–

"Holy shit," Minho says. Realization hits him abruptly and he sits up straight, scattering sand all over Taemin’s shoes. “We can't crash this wedding." They can fucking not. He knows that eyebrow scar. He knows those dimples. He is very intimately acquainted with those pretty lips.

“Wah wah wah, goody two shoes," Taemin mumbles dismissively. “We're already here."

“No, I mean – "

"Lighten up, lawful good," Jonghyun teases. He latches onto Minho’s arm and leans against him. "It's fine. We're not even the only people that have crashed it already."

"Listen you fucking gremlins," Minho hisses. He cannot deal with their bullshit right now. He looks around frantically, trying to find an easy way out, and when he finds none, he tries to hide instead. He shields his face with his hands and glares at his babefriends. "We can't be here because I literally fucked that guy in the green a week ago," he whispers. He knows that's him. He’s certain. That's the guy that he hooked up with last weekend, that guy that fucked him within an inch of his life and left him in the club bathroom with a smirk and a wave.

Taemin bursts into hiccups of laughter that he badly muffles into his hands; Jonghyun’s eyes go wide and he sits up straight, studying the grooms with renewed interest and singing, "ooh, drama" under his breath. Minho groans and lies down in the sand. He should've lied. He should've made something up, invented an excuse to get them far, far away from here. Now they're definitely not leaving.

As soon as the ceremony is over and everyone is invited to watch the first dance, Taemin makes a beeline for the bar. It's a nice little setup tucked at the very end of the food tables. One guy in a peach and green aloha shirt and sunglasses is manning it and a sign next to it declares it to be open and free to all beachgoers. Taemin double and triple checks the sign to make sure, then smiles his most charming and adorable smile at the bartender. At his new best friend until Jonghyun and Minho drag him away.

He gets a dainty champagne flute in celebration of the newlyweds; then he asks the bartender to make him something neon blue with a little umbrella in it.

So. Bad news. Jonghyun has been wandering the beach, mingling with guests, asking about the newlyweds, and he's learned that Jinki and Kibum are completely open in their sexual relationship so no one was cheating and therefore there's no drama for him to slurp up.

But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair.

Jonghyun has, of course, already told him this. Even before he went snooping around for information, he went to congratulate them and flirt a little bit with both just to test their reactions. Kibum took it in warm, confident stride, not rejecting him but not encouraging him either. Jinki, on the other hand, took a little too long to let go of Jonghyun’s hand and his smile was hooked up a little too much to the side. Jonghyun doesn't like to assume, or brag, but he knows when someone is interested in him.

Jinki is interested in him. Jonghyun saw it an hour ago in the way he looked at him and he hears it now in the way Jinki speaks to him.

“You're quite touchy, aren't you?” he's asking, and his voice is so smooth, a smile playing around his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. The tiniest tint of accusation in his tone contrasts with the way he leans into Jonghyun’s touch. He lets Jonghyun fix his bowtie up straight and then smooth his hands down the lapels of his jacket.

“You don't seem to mind,” Jonghyun smiles.

Is he laying it on too thick with the cheating-not-cheating thing? He's not sure. It's not his usual mode of flirting and he's kind of just winging this. Maybe he should tone it down a little bit. Throw in something like it's fine if--

“I don't mind a lot of things.” Jinki replies with just the same comfortable, suave, caramel smooth voice as before. Paired with his raised eyebrows it almost makes Jonghyun melt. He has to take a second to catch his breath. How the fuck did Jinki do that? What did he even say? He doesn't mind? Where was Jonghyun going with this again?

Focus. He needs to focus. He has a mission to complete. “That's an admirable quality,” he says, playing with the collar of his shirt. He pulls it down enough to give Jinki the tiniest peek of his chest mole. Guys love the chest mole. He glances down, kicking at the sand a little bit, and then looks up through his eyelashes. Guys love when he looks at them through his eyelashes. “I like a chill relaxed guy,” he says.

“So does my husband,” Jinki says. It's a statement, simple and blunt, but it's also more than that. It's not a rejection, but it is, maybe, a warning? But more than that, Jonghyun thinks it might be a dare. A dare to acknowledge and then keep pushing anyway, see what it gets him. A dare that Jonghyun is definitely going to take.

But not right now. Right now, he fakes getting a text on his phone. “He's lucky to have you then,” he says, opening up a text conversation at random and pretending to read it. Smiling, he adds, “my cousin wants me. I'll come talk to you again later?”

And that's his own dare to Jinki, a choice to either deny or invite him to come back.

Jinki smiles back all crow’s feet and sunshine. “I’ll look forward to it.”

“Hey, so, I just want to let you know,” Taemin says, leaning on the corner of the bar, “before I start to get tipsy so you know I'm for real. I think you're really handsome.” He smiles at the bartender, holding his sparkly fruity drink in one hand and swirling his fingers playfully on the counter with his other. He's definitely already tipsy from the champagne and half a drink but the bartender doesn't need to know that. Taemin has been making perfectly pleasant and believably sober conversation with him this whole time.

He's also been flirting with him this whole time. Even before he came out with that bold forward line he'd been having the bartender blushing like soft pink powder, biting down smiles, and coming back to him between serving everyone else on the beach. His name is Kai and he’s lifted his sunglasses up to rest on his hair; Taemin is certain that it was to see him better. His brother used to make fun of him for practicing how to flirt but look at him now. He takes a sip of his drink and watches Kai watch his adam's apple bob up and down.

He's so in.

Good day. Great day. Wonderful day. Incredible day. Blessed day. Perfect day. Ever since he and Jinki kissed to seal the deal, Kibum has been on cloud nine. His stomach has been full of butterflies and his fingertips have been tingling and his face hurts from how hard he's smiling and he doesn't even care. He hasn't wanted to leave JinkI's side for more than a minute.

He has left, though, to keep up appearances. Sure, he loves Jinki with his whole entire heart and he just dedicated the entire rest of his life to him, but he doesn't want people to think he's desperate. So he's been cruising through the shore, hugging friends and family, stopping to chat, munching snacks and sipping drinks, drifting back to Jinki every now and again to touch his arm, hold his hand, smile against his cheek, and remind himself that today is real.

Taking time away from him does have its perks--he can spy on Jinki from afar, admire his pretty hair, his handsome profile, his snazzy suit. And whenever Jinki catches him coming back, his smile lights up the world. JinkI's smile still, after all this time, takes Kibum’s breath away. It sets off fireworks in his heart. It resets his brain. It stops him in his tracks.

Which is probably why someone just bumped into him, tried to swerve and duck around him way too late, bumped into a bouquet stand, and sent their painstakingly colorpicked peachy orange gladioluses tumbling into the sand.

“Oh, jeez. Oh, fuck. Oh, no. Sorry. Here.” The guy that bumped into him is already on his knees, gathering up the flowers with big hands. His long black hair bobs in a ponytail and little wisps frame his face when he looks up. “You oka--fuck.”

His already big eyes turn huge, his mouth pops open, and his cheeks turn a vibrant red. He's pretty cute, actually. And he's swearing up a storm.

“Fuck, uh, fuck. I mean, fuck. I mean, uh, I mean, shit. Fuck.” The more he scrambles to fix the flowers the more he drops them all over the sand. Poor lamb. Kibum gets it, though. He would be embarrassed too if he ruined a wedding decoration in front of the groom.

“It’s fine,” he says, and he means it. It's not like he was going to keep this one specific bouquet forever. “Here.” He bends over to help him clean up. The longer he looks this poor blushing man over, the more he's sure that he wasn't invited. Kibum doesn't recognize him at all, for one, and he's pretty sure he would at least know all of Jinki's guests by face. He doesn't match the dress code, either, and for another, all of his blushing and stammering carries an unmistakable aura of guilt.

But, actually, the longer Kibum looks him over, the more he thinks he does actually recognize him. He just can't figure out from where. It's something about the cheeks, flushed a very attractive crimson, something about the bangs falling messily into his eyes, something about the eyes themselves. Big, round, brown, gorgeous. Blinking up at him from such a steep angle, the poor babe on his knees now, just like--

Just like he was at the fucking club. Kibum understands. He's not blushing because Kibum is the groom. He's blushing because Kibum fucked his throat and pumped his ass full of cum a week ago.

Small world. “Hey,” he says, pointing. “Aren't you--”

“No!” The babe from the club interrupts loudly. He stumbles to his feet, slapping sand off of his knees, red from his forehead all the way down into the collar of his shirt. “I mean,” he says. “I don't know what you're talking about. I mean, I've never seen you before. I mean, I'm not crashing your wedding. I mean!” Every time he says I mean he gets louder, faster, sweatier. “I mean, goodbye.” and he just turns around and speedwalks away, wobbling in the sand and dodging around guests that were actually invited. “Congratulations!” he calls over his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, shaking his head, Kibum smiles to himself as he continues his search for his husband.

Taemin pulls his thumb from the bottom of his chin up to the corner of his lips. He sucks the cum off of his skin, swallowing it down with the rest, savoring the slide of it down his throat. It tastes like the same sweet, smug victory he feels looking into the depths of KaI's dark, glazed eyes. Zipping Kai back into his pants, he takes a quick glance around the bar. He doesn't think his new buddy has enough of his brain back yet to be a good lookout.

The coast looks clear enough, everyone else mingling and dancing closer to the stage, so Taemin stands up. He smoothly slides his way up Kai's body until they’re face to face. Kai's harsh breaths puff against him and Taemin can hear him swallow hard. Taemin cups his jaw and kisses him nice and slow so he can taste himself.

“Gonna need something strong to wash that down with,” he hums against Kai's mouth.

Still dazed, barely looking, Kai feels around his bar and passes Taemin a full bottle of tequila.

Jackpot.

Jinki is three fingers deep into the slut that's been flirting with him all day when his phone jingles in his pocket. “Ope,” he says. That's his special ringtone. His beloved ringtone. His Kibum ringtone. He unwinds his arm from around the babe’s neck and leans back, giving them some room and some air. They probably need it after being squished against the back wall of the stage this whole time.

“bro whered u go,” is what his husband has texted him. The babe sucks in deep breaths, wiggling their booty back against his hand. Grinning, pumping his fingers not nearly fast enough, Jinki taps the speech to text button and holds his phone up to his mouth.

“Sorry honey I'm busy fucking some slut backstage,” he says, and hits the send button.

“That's me!”

“That's you.” Jinki confirms their cheerful exclamation with a smile against the back of their ear. “You're the needy little slut desperate to get used by someone else's husband.”

“Gosh, yeah,” they whisper, they swallow hard, they whimper a little bit when Jinki twists his hand around to rub on their prostate. “Why’s your voice so hot?”

“Theatre school,” Jinki replies, watching the little typing bubble on his phone.

“oh okay lmao not that i like you or anything but i didnt see you for 10 minutes and i got nervous,” Kibum texts. Jinki bites his lip, butterflies in his stomach. His husband cares about him. “the hot one with the pink hair thats been all over you all day?” Kibum texts next.

“Yeah the hot one with the pink hair that crashed during our vows,” Jinki confirms. Said hot one with the pink hair makes a little oop noise, clenching around his fingers not out of pleasure but out of surprise at getting caught. Jinki pushes them hard back up against the wall, just to punish them, just a little bit. People never expect it out of him but he's always watching. He always knows what's going on. He knew from the start that this pink slut wasn't one of Kibum’s cousin’s plus ones. It's not like he minds, but it's not like he's going to miss the opportunity to rough them up a little bit, either, not when they shudder underneath his chest.

“Tell him,” they whisper. They swallow again, clear their throat, and say louder, “tell him I say congratulations.” They look at Jinki over their shoulder, brown eyes dark and glassy, smile shaky, all genuine and earnest. Jinki smiles back. How kind.

“They say congratulations,” he sends to Kibum, and then, “just hang on like 5 minutes I'll make them nut all over themself and then I'll be back out smiley face blue heart emoji,” he says into his phone. Speech to text doesn't register and insert the emoticon or the emoji; it just types the words out and Jinki sighs shortly. Whatever. Kibum will get it.

“How are you going to make me nut on myself when my ween is pointing at the ground.” zit's a pout of a sentence, but a smiling pout, a mischievous one, a dare of a sentence. Jinki knows exactly what this babe wants him to do and exactly how smug they're going to be if Jinki acquiesces.

Brats have always been his biggest weakness.

He remains silent for as long as it takes Kibum to text him back, “take your time i miss you a normal amount.” Then, smiling, shaking his head, he pulls the babe away from the wall. “I guess you have a point,” he says, and then expertly manhandles them onto their back in the sand in 5 seconds flat. He pushes their legs up so they're almost bent in half, their cock pointing right at their own face, using their pants still halfway on to hold them there. “How's this?” he asks.

They blink up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, to stunned to react. Just like Jinki likes his sluts to be.

He makes them nut, cleans them up, and gets back to his husband even faster than he promised.

Swimmy in his brain. Grumbly in his tummy. Giggly in his throat. Floaty in his body. But also bumpy in his body. Probably because his body is slung over Jonghyun’s shoulders as they walk back home.

“Fighting evil by moonlight… winning love by daylight… never running from a real fight…! She is the one named Sailor Boob.” Taemin cracks himself up, snorting into laughter, grinning into Jonghyun’s elbow. Sailor Boob. Jonghyun is laughing too, his quiet chuckles warm in Taemin’s ears.

“How did you even get this drunk?” A strong hand, Minho’s hand, cups his jaw and wipes away a line of drool that Taemin didn't know was there. He tries to follow and slobber all over Minho but all he gets for his efforts is a pinch on his cheek. Acceptable. “All they had was champagne and watered down little cocktails. You're not that much of a lightweight.”

His giggles ramp up into full laughter, snorting and hiccuping, before he composes himself into his regular poise and dignity. Jonghyun hikes him up into a better position on his back. “I blowjobbed the bartender’s dick and he gave me big boy juice,” he announces proudly.

“Fuck yeah dude,” Jonghyun announces into the night sky. “That's my little gremlin.”

That's Taemin. He's the little gremlin. He's the little gremlin and Jonghyun is proud of him.

“Taem, you shouldn't have sex with people just to get things from them,” Minho scolds. “You're such a menace.”

That's also Taemin. Taemin is also a menace and Minho is disappointed in him. Warm in his heart. He couldn't be happier.

$75 donation to the newlyweds from: Choi Minho

Hello. Congratulations on your marriage. I saw at your wedding the sign stating that all wedding crashers owed you $25. Attached is the donation covering me and my two boyfriends that came with me. I wish for happiness in your future.

ps I'm at that club every other friday

$50 donation to the newlyweds from: Jonghyun (the babe you fingered behind the stage) uwu

hiiiiii congratulations again :) your wedding was so pretty and i could feel the radiance of your love from up on the boardwalk!! i hope you feel the same warmth you felt looking at each other today for as long as is comfortable for you both!! may your friendship always remain strong!! also here's my number in case you ever want a slut to play with ;) 525-0408

$420.69 donation to the newlyweds from: fucklordsupreme imdrinkhehehe

hey happy you got marred yur party is rly fun I dont get love stuf but you to look happy really hapy nd I hope you stay thatway and als o if u dont thats okie if u get dirvced then thats just failgay rppresentition (tit) and I think we need more of that but dont get divvvvorced just bc of that only if u want to or for thebdrama ofit but I ho pe u dont do that bc you two look rly happy and I likie that/.....,..also one f you fuckied my bf last week and then I think one of u is fuckieng my other boyfrend rn and I like thatt too bc I like them and they deserv getting LAID so ty for doing thatfor them nd I hope both of u know that bothoff you do sex w other peple bc oherwise thats kind of awkward but tahts aso yuour problem notnmine but nahyway heres some moeny to buy smthng cool for ur happy govt recognititiotn (tit) ceremony and also bc I did somethnig with somenoeno\\\\s omeone but im not going to tell u what is it bc im not a snitch but dont worryr about it but monie shd cover the tab so heres moneynd ur welcome goob night happy married 6v6

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dlstmxkakwldrlarchive · 2 years ago

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HARD 8

■ throw of two dice that lands on 4, the two digits form Jonghyun's bday 0408

Dice (commonly known as craps), is a game often played for money where the player (referred to as the shooter) rolls 2 dice hoping to roll a winning combination. The number 8 can be obtained three ways.

The 'easy way' by rolling a 6 and 2 or a 3 and 5, or the 'hard way' by rolling a 4 and 4.

'Hard' numbers are any 2 pair combinations: 2 and 2, 3 and 3, 4 and 4, 5 and 5, and 6 and 6. Betting on the 'hard' number combination results in a larger return when it is thrown.

■ Hard 8 is the eighth novel by Janet Evanovich featuring the bounty hunter, Stephanie Plum

Hard Eight revolves around a child custody fight, rather than a criminal bail bond, and marks the (sometimes repeated) departure of the series from Stephanie chasing bad guys to Stephanie being stalked by the bad guys.

Stephanie is asked by her parents' next-door neighbor, Mabel Markowitz, to find her granddaughter, Evelyn and great-granddaughter, Annie, who have disappeared. During a messy divorce with her ex-husband, Steven Soter, Evelyn was forced to post a child custody bond, and Mabel used her house as collateral. If Evelyn is not found, then the bond company will foreclose on her house, and the money will be forfeited to Steven. ×

so its like being watched/hunted but also to hunt and watch (?)

■ Hard 8 is a crime film written and directed by paul thomas anderson:

Sydney Brown, a well-dressed senior gambler, finds John Finnegan, a homeless man, forlornly sitting outside a diner. He offers him a cigarette and buys him a cup of coffee. John tells Sydney that he lost his money in las vegas and he needs $6,000 for his mother's funeral. Sydney offers to drive John to Vegas, where he helps John win the money. ×

SHINee members recent outfits suggest a casino concept; like their first pic together, the dice keyring onew & key wore recently and onew recent outfit in his ig live

SHINee 8th Album HARD = 하드

SHINee 4th Album ODD= 오드

Also the blue sky dress code for their fanmeet could hint to something:

#230601 #shinee the 8th full album hard #daily update #ot5 #shinee

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blniight · 24 days ago

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kim jonghyn of shinee x original female character !

@ synopsis .ᐟ — your ex moves in with his wife next door

@ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ

How many fake smiles can a person hide in one day? How many teardrops can be swallowed from the sight of others? How much anger can we hold at the end of the nerves in our fingers, before we pull the trigger? How much can we hide in the garden of lilies? Can I hide her freshly curled locks of the light brown hair? Her perfectly new polished set of black shoes maybe? Can I hide myself? Or will everything come back splashing onto me, like her blood on my white Valentino dress.

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If I had known him for years, hearing that he got married would be a nice joke of the day and I’ll forget it through the laughter. I would tell you he’s not the man ready to step in the wedlock.

But the worst part of it — I had known him for years.

I guess a close person can become a stranger someday and I was convinced that’s true when his grey BMW parked in the yard of the house next to ours.

Her slim leg stepped out of the car, wearing a huge smile on her face.

I think every sane person would’ve reacted the same way I did if they lived next to their ex-lover and his wife — house by house.

I didn’t know what was actually killing me. The fact that I had to watch them together everyday or that he had found someone after me to get married to.

The only person you should laugh to is me.

Kim Eunji, with her dimple smile, withened teeth, a beautiful brunette without a single grey hair on her head; she would stand at their yard — planting lilies.

I would admire her every morning from our kitchen window.

Taemin would think I’ve gone crazy.

Two warm hands around my waist and a soft kiss on my neck, pulled me back to reality, away from the neighbors house to the cold tiles of my kitchen floor and to a man to whom I said “Yes.” five years ago.

“ You’re up early again, hm? “ — his morning voice whispered against my ear.

“ You know I can’t sleep if I see the sun is already up. “

“ I know, that’s what worries me. “ — he chuckled, moving away from me towards the coffee machine.

I wonder if that’s the only thing that worries him about me.

His black hair looked messy in the morning. Fluttered at all directions until he would style it for work and leave the house.

His face is softer than cotton, even at the age 35, he looked younger than teenagers these days.

I know I made a mistake with him.

The only person who was with me after college, at the worst moments of my life, when I was moving out, through break-ups…

It was him — Lee Taemin, my husband.

I love him.

But the person who used to show up every Friday for a movie night in my old apartment, who would pull an all-nighter with me while I was studying, who convinced my stubborn mother to let me go to that trip in the third year of high school that everyone were going to — who left me alone at the mere word about our future.

Who’s hugging Eunji right now behind my back.

Kim Jonghyun, him, I love a little more.

“ Will you be okay tonight again? “ — Taemin asked, adjusting his tie.

“ As usual. “ — I sighed.

Taemin’s arrival from work sharp at three in the morning like a Swiss watch wasn’t the thing that bothered me. That left me enough time to blankly stare at the window at the house next door.

I avoided every contact with that house outside of my windows when I realized who moved in. But not even two months later, on 10th of September, Eunji knocked on my door.

She was carrying a bowl of cookies in her hands with her infamous smile. She introduced herself as the new neighbour in the street and how she didn’t find enough time to visit us earlier due to moving in and tidying up the house and blah blah blah… No one cares.

Taking the bowl from her hands, I noticed a sparkle coming from her hand that cut deeply inside my heart and made my eyes petrified on the object she was wearing.

A wedding ring.

It would be unpolite not to invite her inside for a cup of coffee, even tho all I wanted to do is smash the door in her face.

While she was sitting on the couch, across from me, blabbing about her life and the moving, I observed her every movement.

What did she have, that I didn’t?

I wasn’t completely sure why was I jealous of her, what specifically bothered me about her?

Was it the way she looked, wearing the colors that match her hair and skintone or was it the fact she has the man I want?

After three house of her gibberish and the drunk coffee that I was fighting so hard not to pour the mouse poison in, Eunji left my house.

I saw Jonghyun in December, while removing the snow from our porch.

Totally unready for the encounter with anyone from the next door, I was silently cleaning. But the creaking sound of the door to my right side made me look up — meeting his eyes.

We stood, both frozen for a minute and twenty seconds, before he decided to speak up.

“ Sua? “ — his voice called my name silently, in the cold air outside, making the hot smoke leave his mouth.

Sua. Sua. Sua.

My name spoken by him was everything I ever wanted to hear for the rest of my life. I don’t want him to stop repeating it.

His dark eyes, taking a glance at the house I’m standing in front of, then back at me with a slight surprise.

“ You live here? “ — he asked, tone louder than he said my name.

“ Yeah. “ — I simply reply.

“ For five years already. “

Five years since I live here, without you.

Five years married, not to you.

Five years since I last saw you.

He nodded, taking the air inside his lungs to speak more stuff he might regret later but the sound of an engine and sight of a man stepping out of the black Mercedes in my yard stopped him.

My eyes never left Jonghyun while he was quietly checking every detail of Taemin who was walking right towards me on the porch.

I flinched from the warmth of Taemin’s body next to me.

“ Oh uhm— Jonghyun, this is my husband… Taemin. “

I followed the expression on his face while I was saying these words out loud. His lips slightly opened, jaw relaxing from the shock that went through his body, but he collected himself quickly, a smile covering up the previous reaction.

“ Nice to meet you. I’m Jonghyun. “ — he said, nodding his head.

Taemin returns with a smile.

“ Nice to see someone finally moving into that house, it has been empty for ages. “

Should’ve stayed empty.

“ Probably that’s why the price was discounted, so they could get rid of it. “ — Jonghyun joked, smiling again.

I couldn’t hear Taemin anymore, nor the conversation they were having. I wasn’t even freezing on the temperature outside, all I saw was his smile in my eyes.

I missed it.

After Taemin went inside the house, I walked behind him, closing the door.

My eyes meet Jonghyun again, while he was sitting in his car, ready to head off to wherever he was going to.

We stare at each other for another ten seconds.

I’m closing the door completely and he’s driving down the street.

On Monday, in February, something happened that could only be seen in romantic movies.

Taemin’s voice notes he sent me announce that his arrival home will be early in the morning because of the meetings. I leave his messages on read, taking the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the leather jacket in the hallway. I open the front door, exiting the house.

Taemin can’t stand the cigarette smoke, he would complain whenever I lighted one in the house because the smell would stick around for days.

I sat on the cold pavement in front of the door, lighting the cigarette up then letting the first smoke out in the night sky.

“ Malboro Gold. “ — a voice next to me spoke, a very familiar voice. My head follows it and now my lips are curving up in a smile.

“ Some things never change I guess. “ — he added, sitting next to me.

“ A wolf sheds his coat, but cigarettes? Never. “ — I said, handing him the half-full pack.

He pulls his hand up for a moment, shaking his head. “ I quitted. “ — he said, exhaling.

“ Oh. “ — surprising. I put back the box next to me again. “ Looks like some wolves don’t shed cigarettes only, but even the character. “

“ Eunji can’t stand the smoke. “ — he speaks.

I turn my head, staring at him him for a moment.

“ Wow… She must mean a lot to you since you quitted smoking for her. “ — I say, looking back up at the sky.

From the peripheral vision, I see him nodding his head. “ Why are you smoking outside? It’s cold. “

“ Taemin can’t stand the smoke. “ — I answer, inhaling the smoke.

I feel his eyes on me. He’s thinking. I know what. I don’t love Taemin enough to quit something.

“ Is he home? “ — he asks.

“ No, but he can smell the leftover smoke if I do it inside. “

He nods.

“ Why are you outside? “

“ I was about to head to the convenience store for some stuff before Eunji comes back home. “ — he answers.

Eunji is not home.

“ Eunji is not home? “

“ She left to visit her parents. She’ll be back in the morning. “

Now I’m the one who’s thinking. I’m grabbing the pack of cigarettes again, opening it up for him.

“ It will wind down ‘till tomorrow. “ — I say with a smile, watching him.

His eyes fall away from me towards the box in my hands, he chuckles, taking one. I hold the lighter out for him, lighting his cigarette.

Suddenly, it’s like we’re back in the parking lot behind our old school, hidding from the professors just so we could smoke. He’s taking out the coins from his back pocket, counting up to see if we have enough to buy Malboro Gold so we can share. He’s kissing me, then we’re running back to class.

The situation is lowkey the same, the two of us with a Malboro at our fingers, sitting on my front porch, hidding from the scary professors — my husband and his wife.

“ I would kill for a glass of whiskey. “ — he speaks, breaking the silence between the smoke in the air.

“ Don’t need to say it twice. “ — I’m nodding my head towards the front door, standing up, putting out the cigarette by stepping on it, entering the house — leaving the door open.

“ How smart it is for me to enter? “ — he asks, standing at the entrance, admiring me through the hallway as I’m holding out two crystal glasses for the whiskey.

“ It’s not smart at all. “ — I say, with a slight smirk in the corner of my lips, opening the bottle that was on the counter.

I hear the front door closing, then the steps entering the kitchen. I hand him the glass of whiskey, taking my own.

I watch him closely, beneath my lashes as I drink up.

Four glasses later, I was on the kitchen counter with Jonghyun’s hands around my hips, my hands in his hair while we’re kissing.

My legs around him, pushing him towards me closer, breaking every existing distance between us.

“ Take me to the bedroom. “ — I whisper against his lips, breathing heavily.

My body was burning, his skin stinging under my fingers.

I thought everything will end here until he took me in his arms, away from the counter, exiting the kitchen and taking the steps up on the staircase.

Kicking the door open with my foot, we were in complete darkness after he carried me inside, laying me down on the bed.

I was ready to break all the vows that I gave in front of the altar for the touch of the man above me, in the bed that I share with the man who placed a shining object on my finger of the right hand.

The heavy breathings of pleasure and whisperings filled the bedroom. Everything is too good to be true.

“ I missed you. “ — I repeated over and over again, receiving the passionate kisses down my neck in return.

His hands explored my body like he never touched it before, but the touch so familiar he remembered every sweet spot I own.

The look in his eyes that shined above me even in the darkness made me fall in love again.

My name whispered from his lips again, next to my ear brought me to heaven.

And I felt blessed.

But then again, we’re not in the movies, do you really think this will end happily?

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I woke up in the middle of the night, around four in the morning, when the night was slowly vanishing from the sky.

I was alone in the bed, the silk sheet wrapped around my naked form.

I stood up, throwing the sheets from me to the floor, as I quietly looked around the room.

The air smelled differently, the amount of passion I shared with the man in my bed last night, lingering at my senses.

No note, no clothes, no sight of him spending the night with me. Nothing but his smell that drowned Taemin’s out on the sheets.

On the other hand why would he even care to wake up next to me, he had to run back home, before Eunji comes.

Before Taemin enters.

Suddenly the blessing I received started to burn down my throat. The taste of his lips still on mine as I lick them from the sleepiness.

I took the sheets and the pillows inside the bathroom, hastly putting them inside the washing machine, turning it on as I watched inside the tube, hoping my sins will be washed away in the contstant loops.

Back in the bedroom, I opened the windows wide, the cold air immediately made my body shiver. I needed a shower. I smell like the forbbiden apple.

I grabbed the pack of cigarettes on my nightstand, lighting one up as I stared at the wall of the house next to mine.

The only way to cleanse the air was to intoxicate it with something more addictive than sex.

The smoke Taemin hated so much.

After I showered, Taemin arrived home at the same time sun came up.

“ You awake? “ — was the first thing he said, when he saw me in the kitchen making coffee. “ But it’s five in the morning honey. “

“ I fell asleep earlier last night. “ — I said, giving him a slight smile. “ Are you hungry? Did you eat? “

“ I did. I’m gonna shower and go sleep. I’m so tired. “ — he said, kissing the top of my head as he grabbed the cold bottle of water from the fridge.

In the meantime I admired the garden of lilies from the next house, that were about to bloom so beautifully in the spring.

Taemin came back into the kitchen as I sipped on my coffee and somehow I sensed what his first words will be as he entered my calm morning thoughts with his annoying aura.

“ You smoked inside the house again?! “ — he asked, more like pointed out. His frustration about to pour over inside the coffee I was drinking.

“ Sua for fuck’s sake we talked about this. You did it in the bedroom? Did it cross your mind that I’ll sleep there once I’m back? “

I took a sip of my coffee looking up at him.

The back of my brain started tingling and I wanted to laugh in his face, screaming out that he’s so funny for making a huge fuss over a smoked cigarette in the bedroom where I slept with another man.

He sighed loudly, his fingers running through his hair.

“ I’ll be in the guest room if you need me. “ — he said, exiting the kitchen.

I saw Jonghyun two days after what happened in my house. He was helping Eunji paint a fence around their garden, that she was so caring about, adding more of the exotic flowers she bought.

He was happy, laughing with her as I quietly admired them.

I wondered if he regrets sleeping with me, I wondered if that meant something to him, I wondered if he told Eunji and why didn’t she leave him already,

I wondered if it will happen again.

And it did.

It did happen again two months later, in April, the night I saw Eunji taking the car and driving down the street, but the light inside their house stayed on.

I knocked on his door quietly.

Starting the conversation about what happened back in February and how we should sort things out but the sorting ended with me on top of him in his arms in the living room.

From then, it continued, on and on.

The addiction to him was worse than my cigarettes.

He started staying with me throughout the nights when Taemin was out of town, when Eunji wasn’t home neither.

“ Why did you marry Eunji? “ — I asked him, staring at the ceiling as I listened to his heartbeat, laying against his naked chest.

“ She’s a sweet woman. Really kind. “ — he spoke. “ Helped me through lots of shits. “

“ Did she help you get over me? “

“ I wouldn’t be here now if I she did. “ — he said, making me chuckle.

I raised my head from his chest, smiling.

“ Let’s get married then. “ — I said.

Silence.

His face with an unreadable expression.

Did I cross the line?

“ Sua… I- We can’t get married. “

And I kept those words in my mind until June — when Taemin invited me to have a dinner with his other colleagues, saying how they achieved some deals overseas and they are celebrating.

I pulled a white Valentino dress from my closet, matching it with white polished pumps. A ring around my finger showed me off as a married woman.

My reflection in the mirror scared me, I looked so mature and perfect. I reminded myself of Eunji with a great posture with perfect nails.

Taemin drove me to some fancy restaurant where his company made reservation for a dinner.

At the entrance he greeted the hostess.

“ Lee Taemin and Lee Sua. “ — he said.

“ Ah, right here.. “ — the hostess checked out names on the list. “ Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Lee, the dinner is right down the hall. Enjoy your stay! “

Upon entering the dinner hall, my shoes alerted to a sharp stop, scratching the wooden floor in process. Heart drummed inside my ears as my eyes met with the pair of eyes seated at the table and a pair of lips that softly smiled at me.

Kim Jonghyun and Eunji.

Taemin’s hand at the small of my back made me take the rest of the steps inside the hall as others politely bowed when we entered.

“ Oh my God, you look absolutely stunning Sua! “ — Eunji commented, sitting across from me.

I gained up the strenght to smile back, nodding my head. “ Thank you. You are gorgeous as always. “ — I spoke, my eyes falling on Jonghyun as he stared at his plate.

“ Sua, Eunji is a secretary at our company. “ — Taemin said. “ Wow.. Who would’ve thought that the world is so small. “ — he chuckled.

She’s working with Taemin?

My hands clenched on the nicely sewn up end of my dress.

“ Yeah right, totally unexpected. “ — Eunji added.

“ You didn’t tell me? “ — I looked at Taemin, with a smile that hurted my teeth because of how hard I was pressing my jaw.

“ Oh I didn’t? “ — he looked at me, cluelessly. “ Sorry, I probably forgot. “

I didn’t engage in the conversations throughout the dinner. Eunji and Taemin talked the most, Jonghyun adding a few words here and there until I started begging Taemin to go home.

Once we entered the hallway of our home, I angrily threw my bag and jacket on the floor. The fingertips of my hands burning and the veins of my neck held the boiling blood inside.

“ How can you forget to tell me that Eunji was working with you?! “ — I yelled at Taemin, who stopped walking in the middle of his way up the stairs.

He stayed with his back turned to me, frozen, probably thinking of a possible excuse he could give me.

“ Didn’t you already get the message that I hate that woman to the core?! Can’t you read between the lines and see all the signs I’ve given you ever since they moved in?! “ — I continued pouring out the heaviness of my heart and the jealousy I contained.

“ Didn’t you get the message that I hate Jonghyun, no? “ — Taemin said, turning around to look at me, slowly walking closer, step by step. “ I guess you didn’t since you liked sleeping with him. “

All the boiling stopped, the stove in me turned off and all the power I had was out. Vanishing in the air like smoke.

“ Come on, speak up now! Let me hear you. Why’d you sleep with him? Did you think I won’t find out? “ — Taemin continued, his eyes filled with an abnormal amount of rage, his ears red and now his stove is boiling up the blood.

“ Come on Sua fucking hell speak up now! Why did you fuck him? You didn’t think I’d notice if another man has been touching my wife? You didn’t think I’d notice the way you fucking look at him?! I saw him leaving the house before I came back home Sua. Don’t play excuse games on me now. “

My jaw shaking. The tears threathening to spill from my eyes. The blood inside me now completely cold and my heart barely managing to pump up the will to live.

“ I’m sorry… “ — I spoke.

My voice cracking.

Taemin chuckled, then started laughing. “ You’re sorry? You’re sorry?! What are you sorry for Sua? For wasting my time and fucking around with other men behind my back? “

“ I don’t fuck other men, it was only with Jonghyun and I said I’m sorry, can’t you accept it? “ — I looked at him, tears rolling down my cheek.

I won’t stand here being accused that I’m the type to sleep around with every man out there.

“ Can’t I accept it? “ — Taemin repeated. His eyes holding the disbelief in them. “ Uhm— Yeah sure I accept it. “ — he joked. In this situation he’s joking. He’s about to laugh in my face.

He made two steps, entering my personal space as his face got on my level, staring deeply into my red puffy eyes.

“ Hey Sua, I fucked Eunji. I’m sorry, can you accept it? “ — he spoke, in a whisper.

My body that was once frozen, was now free from the spell his words put me on.

“ Y-You what… “ — I exhaled.

“ Well I said I’m sorry now… Didn’t I? “ — he said. “ See what it looks like now. “

“ You did what? “ — I spoke up again. “ You did what, you son of a bitch?! “ — I shouted at him, my hands lunging on his chest, pushing him away from me.

“ Are you mad now?! Are you mad that you’re not the only slut in this house? “ — Taemin said and something in me snapped.

My mind went black and my blood that was boiling on the stove, spilled everywhere. The first thing that was into my reach — a bottle of the whiskey Jonghyun had in February — smashed onto Taemin’s head.

The bottle didn’t break, but Taemin fell down to the floor.

“ Repeat that again! “ — I screamed at him.

The second time his head collided with the bottle, the glass smashed, cutting my fingers in process.

I gasped. The blood once boiling was now splashed against my shoes.

Not mine, but the blood of my husband.

He lied on the kitchen floor in his own blood. The smell of whiskey filled the room, as I silently cried, leaning on the wall.

I was waiting for the sun to come up.

Sitting on the counter in the kitchen, with a cigarette between my fingers, I calmly observed the garden next door, dried tears and blood covering the rich look.

I noticed Eunji entering my vision, watering the glowing flowers in the sunlight. Throwing the cigarette down beneath my ruined shoes I stepped on it before grabbing the knife from the drawer.

Eunji didn’t see me when I walked inside her garden, until she noticed my shadow covering the sunlight.

“ Oh Sua, hi! What brings you here? “ — she smiled brightly at me, showing her dimples.

“ Cut the act you whore. Who gave you the permission to sleep with my husband? “ — I spoke, tired of pretending to be a good neighbour anymore.

Her face turned pale as she stared at me.

“ Sua… I- I don’t know what you—“

I placed the knife under her throat, holding her in a tight grip with my other hand.

“ I said cut the fucking act if you don’t want me to cut your throat apart. “ — I gritted my teeth.

“ I-It was only one time. T-Taemin was the one who made the first move. “ — she stuttered.

The tip of the knife pressed againt her neck.

“ Don’t lie to me. “

“ I’m not. I agreed to sleep with him after he told me you were sleeping with Jonghyun. “ — she said. “ I had to pay you back somehow, you know? “ — her smile decorated the once frightened features. “ Your husband is good in bed, don’t know why you didn’t keep him. “

And the knife made a slice.

Then made a stab, and another one, and another one. The blood splashing against my white dress, leaving dirty dots, ruining the flowers she fell into behind.

“ You fucking bitch, you stole my man first! “ — I screamed, throwing the knife into the bush.

Her shaking hands, covering up the torn apart neck, giving up as she lifelessly laid in the garden of her beloved lilies.

I pushed her futher into the flowers that covered her fresh brown locks and the black shoes she wore.

I walked back, towards the Mercedes parked in my yard.

That’s when Jonghyun parked his car in the driveway. He rushed up towards me immediately as he saw the blood dripping down my white dress and shoes.

“ Sua what the fuck happened?! “ — He grabbed my shoulders, looking down at my hands.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at him in silence.

“ Are you hurt? Where is this blood from? “ — he panicked.

“ I love you. “ — I spoke, grabbing his cheeks that left bloody prints on them. I kissed his lips, one last time.

“ You ruined my life. “ — I added, before I pushed him away as I continued walking towards the car.

“ Sua wait! “ — He ran up to me.

“ Sua where are you going? What happened? For God’s sake speak up! “ — He watched me get inside the car as he banged against my window.

“ Open the fucking door Sua! “

“ Go away Jonghyun! “ — I screamed from inside the car.

“ I’m not leaving until you get out and we talk! “ — He said, walking in front of the car, crossing his arms. “ I’m not moving until you get out! “

“ Fucking go away Jonghyun! “ — I pressed the siren as more tears escaped my eyes.

“ Taemin is fucking dead! Eunji is dead! I killed them! “ — I turned on the engene watching him as he stood not moving at all like me in front of Taemin last night.

“ W-What… “ — he mouthed.

“ I’m sorry. “ — I mouthed back, pressing the gas pedal as I closed my eyes.

And with one hit, it was all gone.

All the sufferings of the love a human can feel.

The man my life revolved around was gone.

The world where we lived in as a happy neighbours stopped.

People soon started gathering up around the two houses that are gonna be empty from today on.

Police sirens echoed in my head as I was seated back on my kitchen floor with a glass of whiskey and a cigarette between my lips, holding Jonghyun’s head in my lap, Taemin’s body coldly laying behind the counter.

Overdosed from my own feelings that burned with every sip of the alcohol, my world went to black just how I wished to paint it.

— Jonghyun’s favorite color.

And for a fortnight there, we were forever.

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plussizeappreciationfics · 11 months ago

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Could you write with Shinee's Kim Jonghyun and a Latina woman? I feel like he's the type of man who would fall in love with a plus size Latina woman. The request is something very soft, reader is fixing Jonghyun's tie, her husband of 10 years and has déjà vu from when she did this when they were dating

Hey love, the idea is great I prefer to let Kim Jonghyun rest beautifully in peace, he's a soft spot of mine that I prefer to not touch💔💔

I'm happy to write this with another idol of yours that still walks the earth♥️

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gayashawol · 1 year ago

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My attempt at making a jonghyun x black reader birthday sex imagine lol

(cw // sex, probably gay, probably cringe since i haven’t made a proper smut in a while)

edit: surprise, it’s actually not gay it’s gender neutral lol (idk how i did it but i did it)

As you lay on the couch, you hear a car pulling up just outside. You took a peek at your window and saw your husband, Jonghyun, coming out of the car, seeming tired. He came home earlier than usual, he wouldn’t really do such thing, unless it was for a valid reason.

Today was one of those days, it was your birthday. He knew he wasn’t working the next day, so he wanted to spend the night with you. He even drove past McDonald’s on the way home so you didn’t need to cook.

As soon as Jonghyun opened the door, you couldn’t bear not to take the opportunity to run to him like a puppy. He let go of the paper bags from his hand and held onto you dearly. He knew how much you missed him during those hours apart, and so the embrace felt more heavenly — like something that he never felt in a stretched amount of time.

Before he could even place the food out, emotions flooded the room and the both of you started making out on the kitchen counter. It was the perfect temperature, the perfect volume on the tv and the right touch from him may have swept you off your feet.

It had escalated past the kitchen, where you both went to the couch — you could see Jonghyun on top of you, slowly undressing you. His abs in full display as his work uniform on the floor and on the neck of the couch. It wasn’t until your glowing skin touched the air that he would caress you, going down until he reached your thighs. It was when he laid his head in between, creating a sound out of you that only him would ever do to you — and nobody else.

His fingers are just a delight to see and to feel. To have them inside of you would be a whole another experience. All the twisting and turning — the skin slapping from his thumb and knuckles, the closer he was to the core, the more you felt like you would break from within.

“Seems like you’re ready for it.” Jonghyun murmured softly to himself, clear enough so you could hear it. The sound of pants falling down was all you could picture the scene with. You were so out of it that you could feel your body throbbing before it even started.

That very moment though, it did happen right away. You felt something poking on your hole. You knew it was Jonghyun’s cock, but it was unexpected — the good kind. He then went up to you, with his cock beside you by the clothes. You began to lick him from the tip, then slowly made your way down from the neck. It wasn’t long until the hairs started poking your face.

“You’re so good at this, babes…” He praised you, moaning softly underneath his breath. He placed his hand on top of your head so he could give yourself a gentle push as you went through with it. All you could do was suck, pull and squish it. He would still be grateful, since it would always be you doing it for him.

As his harden cock started to become coded with saliva, he was able to attempt to enter your insides, in which it was successful. It almost sunk completely, with it taking all the space from within.

With Jonghyun on top of you, he started by swaying his hips seductively. As he felt the music playing from the TV, he would change the speed depending on the tempo. He would still give you kisses all over you, mainly your back and your ass would be filled with slap marks.

It was the most you ever felt in your entire life that when it ended way too soon, it would crush your soul so badly. Jonghyun would never give up on you, so he allowed himself to go in for a second time — only this time he was much more stronger than he was before.

He took you to the bedroom, where the scene gotten more crazier than it should’ve if they’ve gone earlier. Their clothes went like they were leaving a trail, all over the floor and certainly disordered.

The bed started creaking as soon as it began, giving the neighbours something to complain about later on. He kept giving you neck kisses, you wished you could kiss him back, yet he would be giving you the fuck of your lifetime.

“Nnnnghhh~” The moan occured, obvious that you were enjoying the action. Jonghyun totally was, and so he was making every second count, with him having one hand smacking your ass and the other holding onto you.

He was getting ready to shoot a load inside, when he decided to hold it in a little longer so he could orgasm with you together. He laid you facing him with your legs higher than you could ever lift them, so he could see your very face before the upcoming whiteness of a substance.

That very moment your eyes reached the back of your eye socket, he knew it was close, and he did it right there and then. He disconnected, showing the wet goodness the both of you produced together out of love, and passion for one and other.

Jonghyun couldn’t stop kissing you afterwards, it soon became gorgeous with the both of you under the sheets. He knew that he’ll need to wash them, but he didn’t care at this point. He just wanted to be with his cute partner, which would be you, on your birthday and that was exactly what he did…

…which would be why you guys completely forgotten about the McDonald’s he bought and ran back down hoping that the chips didn’t become stale after all this time.

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