#jongtae fic

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Jonghyun/Taemin; nail polish; PG

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"Painting your nails," Taemin replies, and. Oh. Sure. Jonghyun can smell the polish, actually, now that he's aware of it. "I woke up before you and I didn't want to mess up your nap, so."

Jonghyun hasn't been on as many dates as he likes to brag about having been on, but he has been on enough to know that falling asleep during them is generally frowned upon. Which is why when he wakes up, groggy and disoriented, on Taemin's bed, he has a fast moment of panic. 

He lurches upright, sending pillows flying everywhere, and curses real loud until he realizes Taemin is right next to him, laughing, grabbing at his wrists. "Hey, hey, chill, careful with your hands," Taemin is saying. "It's fine. I fell asleep too." He darts in and pecks Jonghyun's cheek, a simple action that has Jonghyun shivering and warming up all over in an instant. He rubs his palms into his eyes, then flops back down onto his back. 

"What the fuck," he grumbles, blinking up at his babe. His wavy black hair is brushed, his eyes are bright, his smile is pleasant. He doesn't look like he fell asleep. "Weren't we playing viddy game?” He asks. How did they both fall asleep.

"Boring game, I guess," Taemin shrugs. Jonghyun snorts. Must have been. He closes his eyes again, trying to relax. Trying to ease himself awake instead of taking that absolute gunshot as final. Taemin, sitting cross-legged next to him, is still holding on to his wrists, and Jonghyun feels him lowering both of his hands gently palms down on his chest.

"What's wrong with my hands?" he asks. What is Taemin doing with them. "Why do I have to be careful?"

"Painting your nails," Taemin replies, and. Oh. Sure. Jonghyun can smell the polish, actually, now that he's aware of it. "I woke up before you and I didn't want to mess up your nap, so." Jonghyun hears him shrug, feels him gently pick up his ring finger, just barely perceives the pressure of the brush on his nail.

"I hope it's a manly color," he jokes flatly.

"Oh, the manliest," Taemin deadpans back. Chuckling, Jonghyun blinks open his eyes and lifts his head to see. They both know that the only color of nail polish Taemin has is bla–"real men wear pink," Taemin singsongs cutely, carefully trying to follow the curve of Jonghyun's nail bed but getting neon magenta all over his skin anyway. "Fuck," he mumbles. 

A quick glance at the rest of his fingers and Jonghyun is pretty sure that Taemin must have been cursing quite a lot while he was sleeping. But instead of commenting on that, he says, "I didn't know you had pink."

"I got a lot of colors," Taemin says. He reaches into his headboard and pulls out a box, handing it to Jonghyun. Looking in, Jonghyun's eyebrows raise up into his bangs. It's practically an entire rainbow in here, all bold neons. Taemin clumsily rubs some of the excess polish off of the side of his finger before he moves on to add another coat to his middle nail. "I used to do, like, four fingers black and then my pointer finger a color," he says as he works. "But then I started doing the glittery top coat and you can't really see it on the lighter colors, so. Now I just do black and the glitter."

“Mmhmm," Jonghyun hums absently. He knows about the glittery top coat. It's his favorite part about Taemin doing his nails. It makes him think about stars in the night sky. He sits up carefully so he doesn't mess up his nails, then holds the box in his lap. He rifles through it, sorting the polishes by color instead of letting them stay a disorganized mess and reading all of the names as he does it. A lot of them are in the tacky skull containers that you can only get at Hot Topic, and the rest are all different brands and styles, like Taemin would see a color he liked someplace and just grab it without caring about anything else. There's also bottles of nail polish remover, q-tips, nail files, and a fancy little bottle of lotion.

Bored of that as soon as he's done, Jonghyun instead turns his attention to Taemin. He's focused on his work, biting his lip as he hunches over Jonghyun's hand. Jonghyun smiles. He likes this little gremlin. He wants to smooch him. 

So he does, gently tilting Taemin's face up with a finger under his chin and even gentler pushing their mouths together. "Hey," he says when their lips part. "I like you." 

"Gay people real?" Taemin says, eyebrows arched way up. Then, while Jonghyun is chuckling, Taemin kisses him softly back. "I like you too," he says, shy, so quiet Jonghyun almost doesn't hear it. At regular volume, he adds, "let me finish this and then we’ll go outside so we don't pass out again from nail polish remover fumes when I clean up my fucking." He gestures vaguely at everywhere on Jonghyuns fingertips except his nails that are covered in bright magenta. "Mess," he finishes.

"Sure," Jonghyun chuckles. That sounds lovely.

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Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed the shitty meme and Taemin being a brat! Even if Taemi is annoying he’s cute so it’s not possible to hold it over him. They’re going to have the best date! Oh, also always cat boy rights!!!

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants) - JongTae Oneshot

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Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: explicit, fluff, roommates AU

Word Count: 6.7k words

You can also find this story on: AO3, Wattpad

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Summary:

Jonghyun, who once didn't like his roommate, now likes him a lot. A whole lot.

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants)

Jonghyun couldn’t afford the rent on his apartment anymore, which frustrated Jonghyun because it wasn’t what he planned on. He didn’t want to share his apartment; he picked that apartment, especially because he could afford the rent. However, his capitalist landlord struck him with the worst news a university student working one job could hear: his landlord wanted to increase his rent. This was typical of a landlord and it made Jonghyun resent them all; they were nothing but power hungry, money hungry bastards in his eyes. So he did what anyone would in that situation: he put up an advertisement for a roommate.

When Taemin and Jonghyun first met, Jonghyun didn’t believe that Taemin was old enough to be in university, let alone old enough to have a job to pay the rent. He nearly laughed at Taemin and walked out of the coffee shop. But unfortunately for him, Taemin was too cute to say no to. Also, he found out that Taemin was only a few years younger than him and he was an anthropology major. So they’ve been roommates for six months now and it's taken time for Jonghyun to get used to always having another person around because he loved solitude and found peace in it. Taemin never left the apartment, unless it was to go to university. But Taemin was also messy and it drove Jonghyun mad. Jonghyun was the type of person to clean up after himself; he’d do it right away. Taemin was the type of person who would wait for his mess to accumulate and then clean it up while making it look very painful, like he had never had to clean up after himself before. He was clumsy as well; Jonghyun didn't even know how many porcelains or glasses he’s had to help clean up and replace. 

In retrospect, he should of prepared himself for little things like this. But he didn’t. At least Taemin’s mum always sends side dishes for them to share and she, although he wouldn’t say it out loud, made the most delicious side dishes, better than his own mum. 

Taemin walked into the apartment after finishing his day at university in his—Jonghyun’s—black oversized sweater and joggers and greeted Jonghyun while he was cooking for them. Taemin placed his bag down on the kitchen table as he came up behind Jonghyun, looking over his shoulder and sniffing like a rabbit. “Smells good," he commented and Jonghyun laughed. Jonghyun had become used to Taemin and actually found him endearing in almost every way. His clumsiness that once irritated Jonghyun had now wormed its way into his heart and made Jonghyun want to help him, because now Jonghyun feels like he has to look after him, which he doesn’t mind at all. His mess now makes Jonghyun laugh and think about how fitting it is for Taemin, and his strange obsession with cereal, Jonghyun can deal with it all, he wants to deal with it all. Because it’s all Taemin. 

“Yeah?” Jonghyun turns around and ruffles Taemin’s hair and Taemin leans into his touch like a kitten. “You hungry?” Taemin hums and closes his eyes, moving his head to let him scratch more at the base of his nape, making Jonghyun’s heart flutter. Jonghyun realised his feelings towards Taemin weren’t just platonic three months after he moved in and ever since he acknowledged them, they’ve grown and consumed him. He's gotten over his awkward part but sometimes he still doesn’t know how to act around the other. Because Taemin does and says a lot of strange things that he doesn’t know makes Jonghyun’s heart beat at a stupid rate. Which wasn’t what he wanted. When he first put up the advertisement for a roommate, before Taemin came into his life, Jonghyun was devoted to his studies and had no interest in relationships whatsoever. But Taemin was too hard not to like—so cute, so ditsy. 

“How was Uni?” Jonghyun finds the words to make more conversation because he hasn’t heard Taemin’s voice all day and he misses it.

Taemin pulls away from Jonghyun’s touch and looks at him with wide eyes. “You know that second-year Kibum?” Taemin asks and yes, he does know Kibum; he’s younger than Jonghyun. While Jonghyun is in his last year of his bachelor's degree, Kibum is in his second and Taemin is in his first. Kibum is known by pretty much everyone in the university, or at least anyone with ears and eyes. Kibum is excessively loud in every way—his mouth, his fashion. But apart from all of that, he was the reason Jonghyun realised he was gay. He was the first man Jonghyun ever slept with, and now he’s worried about why Taemin has brought him up.

Cautiously, Jonghyun says, “Yeah, I know him.” 

“He won’t stop bothering me! I don’t even know what he wants.” Taemin states candidly, not giving him time to adjust, the words making Jonghyun freeze on the spot. He tries to concentrate on something that isn’t bubbling up inside him, because he is not jealous. 

“He probably just wants to talk,” Jonghyun says trying to sound as candid as Taemin just did. He isn’t lying, Kibum probably did just want to talk: whether it was the way Jonghyun wanted it to be or not. 

Taemin shrugs and brushes the subject under the rug like he didn’t just make Jonghyun the most jealous person in the world and walks over to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, downing it and then, when Jonghyun can’t take his eyes off him, Taemin winks playfully, “Do I have time to have a quick shower and get changed?” 

And Jonghyun’s heartbeat is driving him mad; he’s sure Taemin knows what he’s doing to his heart because how could he be that oblivious to his red face? “Yeah, sure, do that," he swallowed thickly, trying not to imagine Taemin in the shower. That's inappropriate. So is watching Taemin walk off and staring at his butt, Taemin doesn’t know any of it. He doesn’t know how Jonghyun’s heart craves him or how much he wants to be around him all the time. He doesn’t need to know either. 

Jonghyun busies himself with thoughts like how he needs to buy more eggs and stuff like don’t burn the carbonara because that wouldn’t be good, and he doesn’t have any more money to buy takeout if he fails because he spent it all already on takeouts, restaurants, and rent plus utilities. It’s that time of month when they have to make do with what's in the fridge, and they should really get out of the habit of spending all their money on takeouts and then living on whatever they have left but they are students. 

Taemin returns, hair wet, droplets of water down his neck, blue boxers, and a black hoodie. If Jonghyun thought his life couldn’t get any harder, he was wrong. He can’t just stare, but he wants to still look, so he makes the effort to start a conversation, “Nice shower?” 

Taemin nods and walks to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses and getting a bottle of merlot out of the wine holder, filling the two glasses and bending down, sticking his butt out so he can be eye level with the glasses so he can make sure they are the same. And Jonghyun tries not to look at his butt. “We're in our ‘WEED era’,” Taemin says it out of nowhere and catches Jonghyun by surprise so he turns around and mixes the pasta—like he definitely was just not looking at the other's arse—releasing its doneness. He starts dishing it up into two blue bowls, which are the most recent addition to their collection. What is a ‘WEED era’ and is Taemin taking drugs? Should Jonghyun be concerned? “What's a ‘WEED era’? And how are you sure I want to be involved?” Jonghyun asks; he doesn’t actually care if Taemin includes him. He wants to be included in everything Taemin does, even if it’s as stupid as joining him in a ‘weed era’.  

“Don’t lie, you want to join everything I’m doing." Taemin narrows his eyes, causing Jonghyun to gulp because, can Taemin read his mind? “It stands for ‘we enjoy every day’. I saw it on SNS but actually, it’s pretty cool. So I think I sound pretty cool if I say it. You should be happy I included you.” Taemin is such a nerd and Jonghyun loves it. He loves the way Taemin gets sassy and the way his nose scrunches. He loves the way Taemin puts him on a cliff and then pulls him off the edge but sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes Taemin would push him off the cliff. 

Jonghyun didn’t need to think about that; he needed to think about a reply to Taemin. He needs to come up with the right thing to say, something witty or something that doesn’t sound strained, “You’re such a nerd.” And Taemin scrunches his nose up at his reply; his reaction could have been worse. So that feels like a win for Jonghyun. Jonghyun takes the bowls, sits down, and waits for Taemin to join him.

“You like nerds, though.” Taemin gasps as he walks over to the table with the two wine glasses. “Maybe, oh my. Does that mean you like me?” Jonghyun can handle a lot of things Taemin throws his way but Taemin walking in his tiny boxers and accusing him of liking him is something that he never thought he’d have to handle. Struggling now Jonghyun doesn't know where to look so he settles on staring at his pasta. The most Jonghyun can get out is a throttled chuckle as he feels his ears heat up. Whatever happens, he is not going to admit to liking Taemin; no way will he; he’s not going to mess up their friendship. Feeling like he’s on a bed of hot coals he makes use of his hands, tries to swirl his pasta around his fork and shoves the bit he manages to get into his mouth.   

And Taemin sits down, placing the wine glasses in front of himself and Jonghyun, expectant eyes like a cat and if he had a tail, it would be swaying side to side. Objectively speaking, Jonghyun doesn’t even know if Taemin likes guys so maybe even if he said he did like him, Taemin wouldn’t even bat an eye. But what's the point if there's a slight chance everything could come crashing down? And maybe if he did take it the right way, what if Taemin felt uncomfortable and then he’d be awkward around Jonghyun and maybe he’d even move out? And Jonghyun needs to stop thinking. So he tries to push the thoughts aside and sinks deeper into his chair, drinking his wine and then sinking deeper. Watching Taemin’s plump lips part, a tiny sliver of his tongue pokes out and he takes the edge of his wine glass in between them. He watches as his Adams apple bobs as he swallows the red liquid and a drop collects at the bottom of his lip, making Jonghyun stretch out and swipe his thumb over it. Soft, warm, and pillowy. Jonghyun wishes he could just kiss him, just once. Someone having lips like Taemin should be a sin; there's no way anyone wouldn’t want to kiss them.

And maybe Jonghyun’s finger lingered for a second too long but when he removed it, his finger wasn't there long enough. He should probably say something, anything, like, “Shall we watch a movie after this?” Yeah, something like that. That was good.  

And Taemin makes Jonghyun go sublime as his foot runs down his shin and Jonghyun has to rethink his whole life because, what the fuck, that one touch should not be sending blood straight to his dick and it should not be making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to. But, just saying, I’m not sitting there for an hour while you pick.” Taemin needs to stop talking and let Jonghyun’s brain catch up because it is going to take him a while to reply because all he can see is an angel in front of him. 

Nevertheless, Jonghyun smiles and downs his wine and fills both of the glasses to the top, which, is really bad wine etiquette and he knows that. He’d like to get drunk enough to maybe sleep through the movie so he doesn’t have to think about how close Taemin will be, and he wishes Taemin would have mercy on his poor heart. “I’ll wash up then. You can pick the movie.” Jonghyun says, and he collects the bowls.

Jonghyun scrubs the bowls harsher than he should and the blue paint has chipped off—it doesn’t matter because Taemin will probably break them soon—but maybe if he scrubs them like this, he can distract himself from the thoughts swirling around his head that are so not appropriate. Maybe he can scrub away his feelings as well as his heart until they are just specks, like the specks of paint that are being washed down the drain. He hears Taemin hum in the living room, satisfied, and he knows that Taemin has found something, so he should hurry up and finish abusing the bowls, just like his feelings.

He walks into the living room, surrounded by the ambience of a single candle glowing on the coffee table. The room is dark and Taemin is sitting in the middle of the sofa, looking as pretty as a picture. Jonghyun wishes he could have him right there. He absolutely can't so he picks the spot furthest away from Taemin in the corner of the sofa and he curls his legs up so there is no chance of him accidentally touching Tamein and sending his mind into a spiral. Taemin reaches out to the coffee table grabs one of the glasses and hands it to Jonghyun and he must have brought them in when he was washing the bowls. Jonghyun has no limits on wine and he intends to drink as much as he can so he takes the glass from Taemin, their fingers brushing and sending chills down his spine. He’ll drink to that.  

The horror film Taemin chose feels like it's playing in the background for Jonghyun; he can’t stop staring at Taemin. It’s not Jonghyun’s fault Taemin is more interesting than the film and it’s also not his fault the wine has completely gone to his head. Well, maybe the last part is his fault; his alcohol tolerance is terrible and he drank the wine knowingly because of this. The atmosphere is so cozy and Jonghyun just wants to grab Taemin and pull him into his lap. He doesn’t know if he wants to kiss him and play with his hair or bend him over the sofa until he cries and his legs shake.

The film is over and the wine glasses are empty and if Taemin asks Jonghyun about what happened, he won’t have an answer. He watches as Taemin gets up from the sofa and makes his way to the kitchen out of his sight, so he gets a blanket to cover himself because the winter weather has crept in through their shitty windows that need reinsulating. Feet rushing, slapping, against the wooden floor makes Jonghyun look up in anticipation, slightly worried and slightly excited to just see Taemin again. A little dance in the doorway makes him laugh. Taemin stood there with another bottle of wine in his hand, looking very accomplished with himself. 

“Why are you hogging the blanket?” Taemin asks with a cute scowl on his face as he walks over and sits right next to Jonghyun, shuffling closer and pulling the blanket over him as well. “I got us more wine.”

“I can see that,” Jonghyun muses.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Taemin suggests, but Jonghyun doesn’t need to answer; Taemin will put one on anyway; he knows Jonghyun won’t go to sleep yet. Jonghyun watches as Taemin leans to get the wine glasses, and he catches a glimpse of Taemin's waist, soft and small, and he wants to grab it. He wonders what Taemin would do if he did; would he squirm? Would he laugh and push Jonghyun away, telling him it tickles? Or would he gasp in surprise? 

Taemin sits back down too fast for Jonghyun to even try and he hands Jonghyun his glass which is now full and snuggles into his side, his head resting on Jonghyun's shoulder. Without uttering anything, Jonghyun lifts his arm and moves Taemin’s head to his chest as he wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, as he expected, cute and small. Taemin doesn't actually protest; instead, he does the exact opposite and nuzzles into Jonghyun’s chest. Jonghyun should probably have thought about this beforehand; Taemin will be able to hear his heart. And his heart is pounding at an astronomical rate; if Taemin asks, he’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Yeah. 

Throughout the film, Taemin slips further and further down Jonghyun’s chest and he is now on his thigh, one hand under it and the other on top, as if he doesn’t want Jonghyun to move. Jonghyun is not going to move because he can’t. He’s too busy thinking about not getting a boner. Taemin is so close to his dick and he could easily pull Jonghyun’s joggers down and suck his dick with his perfect lips and he’d look so amazing. Breathe. Jonghyun needs to breathe because Taemin is definitely not going to do that and getting a boner while Taemin’s head is right next to his dick would be so embarrassing and Taemin wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for a week. Taemin does stuff like that; once he walked in on Jonghyun having a shower and he completely freaked out, hand over his eyes, face so red, and apologies spluttering out like quick fire, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye for two weeks after that. And Jonghyun was the one who felt the worst; he hated Taemin avoiding eye contact. He didn’t realise how much he loved Taemin’s eyes and cute fast blinks until he was starved of them. So after that, Jonghyun tried his best to make sure nothing like that could ever happen again. Like now. He can’t get a boner. He can’t. He won’t.

Taemin needs to stop moving because Jonghyun is dying and when Taemin buries his head into Jonghyun’s lap and rubs his face against his thigh, like a cat, a cat that is making Jonghyun’s life so much harder and he should have worn boxers because Taemin just caught the shaft of his dick and forced a deep grunt out of him right from his dick. He’s so screwed. Taemin doesn’t seem embarrassed or perturbed, though. And what takes Jonghyun by surprise is when Taemin does it again, another grunt ripped from his throat. And his dick is now throbbing, half hard, and Taemin doesn’t seem to care. So Jonghyun presses Taemin’s neck down, he’s not sure what he’s doing, but Taemin has frozen, whether it’s from the pressure on the back of his neck or from the realisation of what he was just doing, “Taemin, what are you doing?” Shocked he manages to ask, shocked at how his own voice sounds to his ears. Breathlessly and rougher than it should as if he hadn’t drank water in three days, so he coughs a bit to try and get it back to normal and swallows.  

A whine comes out of Taemin’s mouth, so slutty that it goes straight to Jonghyun’s dick, twitching in his joggers. Stuck on what to do and head spinning, Jonghyun pulls Taemin up by his hair, earning him another noise that can’t quite be described half like a moan and half like a groan. Taemin should really stop making all these noises; they aren't doing Jonghyun any good and Jonghyun really needs to think straight. 

“Taemin, what are you doing?” He asks again with more authority in his voice because he is not going to screw this up and Taemin needs to be coherent for whatever he thinks he’s doing. 

Pink flushed cheeks and fluttering eyes Taemin says, “I want to help you.” All Jonghyun can think is, oh god, and fuck. Taemin looks so sweet but so sinful at the same time, his lips swollen as if he’s been worrying them, and his eyes half-lidded and clouded in a haze of lust. Jonghyun has to dig his heels into the sofa to ground himself. He's trying to think with his brain instead of his dick, but his brain isn’t working; it’s clouded by lust and wine.

“Taemin, what are you talking about?" He needs to get this right. There's no way this is actually happening. Taemin must just be confused, right?

Taemin gives him this look that goes straight to his stomach, only fueling the fire that Taemin started, and he feels caught out for whatever reason. And Jonghyun’s world is shattering and shaking, probably just as much as he is. "Please." There is no way he is actually begging Jonghyun. There is no way. “I know you think of me. I’ve heard you in the shower moaning my name, more than once. Just let me help you, please,” Taemin says in whiney, sultry tones dripping from his mouth.

Taemin doesn’t give Jonghyun time to reply before he palms Jonghyun’s dick through his joggers. Jonghyun’s head falls back and a moan is released from his mouth, submitting to pure hedonism; his mind is wiped blank and he struggles to breathe. He can’t even think about how embarrassed he is that Taemin heard him in the shower, not while Taemin is making him question why he waited so long for this to happen or why he didn’t just make a move on Taemin first, not while Taemin is mouthing his dick through his joggers, turning the light grey fabric to dark grey with his wet patches of saliva. The white heat spreading through his body—feeling something he’s craved for so long—feels like a dream. Not knowing what to do, Jonghyun gips the edge of the sofa, so tight, digging his nails into the poor leather as he tries not to levitate on the feeling as Taemin’s hand slips under his waistband, and when his fingers touch Jonghyun’s dick, his breath hitches. “Taemin.” Jonghyun doesn’t even know why he’s talking; it’s not like he has anything to say after that either. Maybe just to make sure it isn’t a dream and that Taemin is actually there. 

The look in Taemin’s eyes is so mischievous as he pulls the other's joggers down. When they get past his dick, his dick springs back up, slaps his stomach, and Taemin mewls at the sight, making Jonghyun feel crazy. Jonghyun can’t get enough of Taemin’s visuals; he can’t get over the way Taemin is licking his lips at the sight of him so when Taemin blows hot air on his dick, he hardly manages to keep his hips from thrusting up. He never thought Taemin would be such a tease or even be interested in him. 

Taemin doesn’t seem to care what he’s doing to Jonghyun’s mental state. He sits on Jonghyun’s thighs, looking a mix of angelic and demonic, because who thought Taemin would ever be like this? Jonghyun just marvels at Taemin; his thighs look so soft and feel so impossibly soft and warm on Jonghyun; his dick is hard; and there’s a wet patch forming on his blue boxers. It makes Jonghyun shiver at the thought that he has done that to Taemin. 

Taemin drags his finger up Jonghyun’s neck, leaving goosebumps trailing behind until he reaches his jaw and Jonghyun has to suppress a shiver. He stops grabbing Jonghyun’s jaw and smiles, warm and all teeth showing like they would if he smiled at him any other day. Jonghyun feels like he’s just been given whiplash. The seamless change from lust filled cockslut to cute and innocent is absolutely mind boggling to Jonghyun. “You’re so beautiful,” Taemin breathes out and that's the first time Jonghyun has ever been called beautiful. Sure, he’s been called handsome, charming, and other things, but never beautiful . It makes his heart swell and his face glow redder than it did before. If that is possible.

He opens his mouth to reply—he’s not sure what—but is cut off by a pair of warm lips. It takes more than a second for Jonghyun to reciprocate in shock that this is happening and how fast everything is going and when he does, Taemin moans into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the beautiful sounds as he rocks his hips forward, grinding onto Jonghyun’s naked dick. The feeling of Taemin’s warm clothed dick makes Jonghyun release a sound he didn’t think he could make—low, rough, and almost animalistic. With not even a drop of self control left, Jonghyun releases his hands from the sofa and explores Taemin's body, one hand going up his jumper, gabbing his waist soft and warm so tightly that Taemin yelps and the other grabbing his arse, fingers digging into his flesh. He needs something to hold onto; otherwise, he’s not sure what he’ll do.  

Jonghyun can hardly resist the urge to bend Taemin over and fuck him, but Taemin started this so he’s going to let Taemin do the leading. No matter how hard it is or how much Jonghyun wants to be in control. This is real and it is happening so Jonghyun takes the opportunity as best he can. Taemin bites down on Jonghyun’s lip, whimpering into his mouth as his hips continue grinding into him, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain, and once again pulling a grunt from his lip, tongues now exploring each other's mouths, warm, wet, and everything he could ever want. Taemin's arms are now wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck, fingers playing with his short hair at his nape. Fiery passion into every mouth movement, lust and pent up feelings fueling it all, turning them into a beautiful mess of limbs. 

When Taemin moves away from Jonghyun, a string of spit hangs from his mouth as he bites his lip, so Jonghyun just has to lean out and wipe it with his thumb, only for Taemin to take it into his mouth, sucks it and roll his tongue over the pad of his thumb. So needy. Jonghyun is beyond repair now and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to stop replaying that moment in his head. Taemin crawls off the sofa with as much grace and elegance as one can and Jonghyun tries not to huff at the loss of Taemin but when he sees Taemin on his knees between his legs, it's enough for him to moan. Jonghyun has always been someone who loves visuals and Taemin is the epitome of a visual; he is adonis; he is art and poetry. Taemin takes Jonghyun into his hand and pumps at a disgustingly slow, mocking pace, making Jonghyun moan and throw his head back, half satisfied that he’s being touched but half desperately needing some more friction. If Taemin doesn’t stop looking at Jonghyun like that—so beautiful, so sinful, so lustful—he doesn’t know how much longer it will be until he grabs Taemin’s hand and fucks himself into it like a brat, and Jonghyun isn’t a brat. “Wow, you’ve got such a pretty dick,” Taemin says while looking at it, watching as it slides up and down in his hand Jonghyun moans in response. “I want to put it in my mouth.” Taemin expresses his thoughts.

Taemin can do whatever he wants. Normally, when having sex, Jonghyun is the one who's teasing and in control; however, today he’ll let Taemin have him any way he wants. “Do it,” is all that Jonghyun can say almost in a whisper; he’s never wanted anything so bad in his life and Taemin’s lips were made for dick sucking, perfect lips for a blowjob. So when Taemin finally wraps his lips around the head of Jonghyun’s cock so wet and so hot that he’s not sure who is moaning louder, the feeling of Taemin's moans vibrating on his dick makes him see white and he thursts up on instinct into Taemin’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making Taemin moan and roll his eyes back. Every noise that Jonghyun manages to drag from Taemin’s lips with his dick feels like a blessing and he wonders how much more vocal he’d be with his dick buried deep inside him, or even just one finger.

Taemin gets to work, like he’s done this a hundred times, a soft hand like velvet wrapping around the base of Jonghyun’s dick, going in tandem with his mouth. Submitting himself to Jonghyun’s dick as if it were oxygen. The visual is enough to make Jonghyun cum. Taemin looks so beautiful and so slutty. Cheeks and ears flushed, mouth stuffed full of cock, eyes looking up at Jonghyun through his eyelashes, fluttering and glazed with lust. The air in the room is so hot it could be the gates of hell. If Jonghyun wasn’t so indulged in the feeling of Taemin's mouth, he’d believe that he actually was there but right now he’s feeling like heaven. 

Taemin hollows his cheeks and pulls off with a pop, making Jonghyun moan so loudly that he’s nearly embarrassed but he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight as Taemin goes back down on him, using his tongue to swirl around the head and dragging it along all the veins. God. Jonghyun needs this to speed up; he’s been so close to tipping off the edge for what feels like forever so he grabs a fist full of Taemin’s hair and shoves him down, making Taemin practically wail. “So good. You’re so good,” he praises and Taemin releases a whimper and a shiver. Pride swims inside Jonghyun at the reaction and then he realises that Taemin wants to be praised. Taemin deserves all the praise in the world.

He lifts Taemin off by the hair so he can look at him. Taemin sobs at the loss of fullness in his mouth. Taemin is such a dream, so hungry for cock, so beautiful, and for a moment, Jonghyun is mesmerised; lips so swollen dribble down his chin, and he looks so fucked out already. He doesn’t want to imagine what he looks like if this is how fucked out Taemin already looks. 

“You look so pretty. Do you like your mouth full of cock?” He’s not looking for a reply but he definitely got one that was less verbal. Taemin latches back on, moans around his dick and increases his pace as his other hand comes forwards to cup the others' balls. He detaches himself from Jonghyun and presses wet kisses to his balls, licking and slightly sucking, while his other hand continues working up and down Jonghyun's length, making Jonghyun gasp in surprise. “So good,” Jonghyun is a babbling mess moaning out praises like a broken vending machine and the knot in Jonghyun’s stomach is close to releasing, he needs Taemin’s lips back around his dick before it snaps so he grabs Taemin's hair and moves him back to his cock. “Fuck Taemin,” Jonghyun moans, dick on fire, toes curling, hand curling tighter into Taemin’s hair, ready to pull him off for when he cums. But when Jonghyun nearly sees white and goes to pull him off Taemin resists; his hands haven't stopped and his mouth is still full but he slacks it slightly and mumbles around Jonghyun’s dick, “Cum in my mouth, please.” Okay. Taemin doesn’t have to ask Jonghyun twice. One hand grips the sofa as Taemin gets back to work again, cheeks hollowed, sucking at an insane pace, hands doing indescribable things. Jonghyun’s dick is hitting the back of Taemin’s throat over and over again, until he feels dizzy and euphoric. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his eyes rolling back and trying to keep them open and his head from going slack so he can watch as he fills Taemin’s mouth full of cum. 

“Fuck – I’m –” His grip in Taemin’s hair tightens, and Taemin’s hand strokes him quickly, up and down, up and down, lips tightening around him, tongue dancing in patterns, body tensing as he reaches his orgasm, hips bucking up, mind blank, white sparks appearing in front of his eyes as Taemin milks him, cum filling up Taemin’s mouth, a small bit dribbling down the corner of his mouth, his whole body contracting as little electric shocks tingle through him. His hands fall lifelessly, letting go of Taemin’s hair, and his body feels like the life has been sucked out of it. And when Taemin finally lets go of his dick and smiles up at him, he thinks he’s in heaven. Taemin gets off his knees and sits next to Jonghyun and Jonghyun can’t help but notice how much the wet patch on Taemin’s boxers has grown. He reaches out for Taemin and pulls him in for a kiss, not caring if he can taste himself; just so intoxicated by the miracle called Lee Taemin, nothing else matters. 

Once Jonghyun has caught his breath and fallen out of his daze, though every second he’s near Taemin feels like one, he moves his hand up Taemin’s thigh, pulling little noises out of him, wanting to bite and leave marks on his soft, pale skin. But before he can even take action on that thought, Taemin’s phone rings. 

Fuck. 

Taemin grabs it, looks at who's calling and gives Jonghyun a dejected smile, “It’s my mum… I should answer.” 

“Yeah… you should,” Jonghyun says as much as he wants Taemin all to himself. To hide him from the world. But he can’t do that, not from Taemin’s own mother. 

Taemin nods and walks out, takes the call, and Jonghyun is left to nurse his feelings as they have now swelled to double the size, taking over his body so much it might burst, but he would be happy with that as long as his last thoughts were Taemin. He can’t get the sweet sounds that fell from Taemin’s lips out of his head. He can’t help but think about what Taemin would sound like in other situations while Jonghun is giving and Taemin is receiving. The wine has mostly lost its effect and Jonghyun is just floating on pure ecstasy, floating in the afterglow Taemin has given him. 

Taemin is only gone for a few minutes and comes back in, looking sheepish. He smiles and sits back down next to Jonghyun, burying himself into his side, hiding his face in Jonghyun's shoulder and playing with his hands. “Is everything okay?” Jonghyun feels the need to ask, but he can’t help but look at Taemin with adoration, so shy and so cute and somehow he’s managed to curl up so small. 

“Yeah, my mum wants me to come over and help her with her computer tomorrow,” Taemin replies, still not looking Jonghyun in the eyes, pink ears peeking out from his hair. Jonghyun feels an itch in his fingers to stroke his hair so he lets his hand scratch Taemin’s head.

“Taemin.” Jonghyun starts but he’s not sure where to finish. There are so many things he wants to say and ask but he’s not sure how to.

Taemin looks at him now, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re such a pervert,” Taemin says in a teasing manner, making Jonghyun’s mouth fall open in shock at the sudden accusation.

“What?” Jonghyun asks in utter confusion. Where did the shy little Taemin go? And what even is Taemin on about?

Taemin hums, satisfied with the reaction he got. “You wank off to the thought of me in the shower and thought I wouldn’t know? The walls are literally made of cardboard,” he smiles again, this time the teasing is wiped from his demeanour. “It’s okay, though. It’s hot and I wouldn’t have known you thought about me in that way if I hadn’t heard.” Now Taemin is blabbering his words.

Now it’s Jonghyun’s turn to be embarrassed, but it’s not like he can deny it because he has done that, more times than he is proud of. “I don’t only think of you that way, Taemin. I do actually really like you.” Jonghyun has now let out his feelings, feeling more naked than he did when Taemin was in between his legs. Taemin’s silence is slicing him up like glass and he waits to be turned down, have his heart crushed, and be laughed at. But Taemin would never laugh at him, right? Taemin isn’t like that.

“I like you too.” Jonghyun’s heart swells. “Maybe if you take me on a date and buy me food, I’ll let you fuck my arse,” Taemin replies nonchalantly and absolutely shamelessly, and Jonghyun nearly chokes.

As Jonghyun lets go of the breath he is holding, the laugh that escapes him is loud and sudden and ripples through his body. “Taemin, I already buy you food, and I’ll take you on a date anyway; you don’t need to bribe me,” Jonghyun says after he calms down from laughing. Jonghyun would love to take Taemin out on a date. It's not like he doesn’t take Taemin out for dinner all the time and pay for his food anyway. But if that is what Taemin wants, Jonghyun will give him anything. Everything. 

Taemin pouts, “You don’t want to fuck me?”

Of course, he wants to fuck Taemin. Why wouldn't he? If he didn’t, he’d have to be blind or crazy. He’s already crazy, though; just staring at Taemin makes his heart go crazy. “Of course I do! I just don’t need a bribe to take you out on a date.” Jonghyun splutters, stumbling over his words like an idiot, as his heart drops at Taemin’s statement.

A smug smile takes place on Taemin’s face, one that Jonghyun knows, one that says: I was just teasing you . Taemin gets as close as he can to Jonghyun and straddles his legs, looking at him deep in his eyes and Jonghyun swears he can see the world in the others. Two soft hands grab Jonghyun’s face and he’s met with two very soft, inviting lips. Although the kiss is only short, it’s sweet and carries weight. “Good, because if you didn’t say anything, I would have only let you take me out on a date, and you’d get no benefits after,” Taemin laughs, bubbly, hiccuping, and bright. Music to Jonghyun’s ears.

“I guess our date can’t be tomorrow then,” Jonghyun says with sadness lacing his voice a little upset that he can’t take Taemin out as soon as possible. He knows that Taemin can’t drop everything for him and he is being unreasonable getting upset about it. He can take Taemin out whenever he wants after tomorrow; it's only one extra day.

“What? Why?” Taemin asks as quickly as he can, leaning back a bit, and distancing himself from Jonghyun.

Jonghyun laughs at Taemin’s pouty face, completely in awe of him. He leans forward and circles his arms around Taemin’s waist. “You have to help your mum with her computer.” He reminds him.

Taemin now adds a frown to the mix, and he’s so devastatingly cute Jonghyun feels like he might burst. “Oh. Oh… well, can’t we go after I’m finished?” He questions and then his eyebrows pull deeper and deeper while waiting for Jonghyun to answer.

And how could Jonghyun possibly say no to Taemin? How could he ever deny Taemin? Instead of answering, he grabs his face and pulls him in for a long, sweet kiss. “Of course.” 

“Good, I would have sulked otherwise,” Taemin admits, beaming so brightly at Jonghyun.

“It’s not just because I want to fuck your arse, either.” Jonghyun jokes, and they both look at each other once again and laugh. Jonghyun is feeling incredibly warm as feelings bubble up in his stomach. Maybe nerves but all he knows is that he gets to take Taemin out on a date tomorrow. So he’s happy with whatever feelings come because he’s got Taemin.

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. 

Comments and Kudos are always welcomed with open arms.

Everyone have a lovely day, Dani🌸

[skzhocomments]

SHINee Masterlist

Hello, it's Storm.

I write Stray Kids and SHINee fics.

This is my SHINee Masterlist.

You can find my Stray Kids Masterlist here.

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Genre:

Mature - M ; Angst - A ; Fluff - F

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Minho

Broken hearts can heal - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed)

I can read your smile - non-idol / University AU -  A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed)

In the Dark - non-idol AU - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed)

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Taemin

Rencontre moi à Paris - A, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

The Boundless Sphere of Fate - non-idol AU - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed)

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JongTae

Star Dust - non-idol AU - A, F - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

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[xotaemintol]

⚠︎NSFW MDNI⚠︎

X BLACK READER SHINee Fics, Imagines, and Oneshots♡☽

♡OT5

⭐︎Head canons/shorts⭐︎

→SHINee As Your Boyfriend HC: Black Girl Edition (slight nsfw)

→SHINee kinks (OT5) <smut>

→SHINee Shorts: Exhibition (ot5) <smut>

→SHINee most likely to: NSFW(ot5)

⭐︎JINKI⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Jinki x Reader: “Who’s Your Daddy?” Preview (one shot smut)

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Nothing yet♡

⭐︎ONESHOTS⭐︎

→Jinki x Black fem reader : “Hold You/ On The Way” (fluffy smut, word count: 4510)

→Jinki x fem reader subby September: mommy’s good boy

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet♡

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet♡

⭐︎JONGHYUN⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Jonghyun x Reader HC: “As Your Boyfriend” (Fluff)

→Flirty Jonghyun Thoughts//Smut

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎KIBUM⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Kibum x Reader: “Sexxx Dreams” preview (one shot smut)

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Nothing yet

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Vocal Kibum during oral sex

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→Sub!Kibum x Black fem reader: Sensory Deprivation

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet

⭐︎MINHO⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→Minho x Black (fem) Reader: “Plan B” (one shot smut word count: 3334)

→Sub!Minho x Reader: Subby September Shorts Day 1 (smut word count 428)

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎TAEMIN ⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Taemin and Jongin x Black (fem) Reader Part 1: “A Private Show” (smut word count: 3280)

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Taemin and Pet Play

→Subby Taemin thoughts

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→“Taemin x Reader: “Feel it�� (One shot smut word count: 1192)

→Taemin x Fem Reader: “Jealous Boy” (One shot smut word count: 6759)

→Sub!Taemin x Reader: “Absolution” Part 1 (Smut word count: 3257)

→Sub!Taemin x (fem) Reader: Subby September Shorts Day 1 (Smut, word count 723)

→Bratty Switch!Taemin x Black fem reader: Slave for you (Smut, word count 3486)

→Taemin x fem reader: Ride (short/one shot word count: 286)

→Riding Short. Taemin x Fem black reader

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Taemin x fem Reader HC: “Back To You” (Fluff Request)

→Taemin x Reader HC: “Relationship Habits” (Fluff, Anon ask)

⭐︎POLY SHINEE⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→2Min x (fem) Reader: “Follow Our Body Rhythm” preview (5 part smut/angst/fluff)

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→2Min x (fem) Reader: “Follow Our Body Rhythm” Part 1/5 (smut/angst/fluff word word count:4168)

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→JongTae x Black Fem Reader: “Persistent.” (Smut/fluff)

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

♡Requests are currently open♡

Upcoming Fics, head canons, and one shots→

⭐︎Sub!Jinki x black fem reader: All To You

[jehan-d-art]

thank you for tagging me @clawbehavior

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Note: I'm only putting fics of which I haven't posted anything yet into this list to not make it too easy to guess what the stories are about (also, I've got like 15 or more on-going fics on ao3 at the time) ^^

kpop

SHINee

- jongtae - dream girl

- accidentally kink discovery

- minkey - it's all just a shell

- taekaiten - deep into the mood

- minkey - kei x yaku au

- minkey puppy love

- minkey - kinky office romance

Seventeen

- verkwan - Hanahaki Disease AU

- junhao - broke witch

- jeongcheol - worship

- jigyu - hybrid au

- meanies

- verkwan - primary school teachers

- verkwan - period drama

- Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups/Xu Minghao | The8/Yoon Jeonghan

- soonhoon - (a/b/o, still you 'verse)

SHINee and Seventeen

- minkey / solboo bodyswap

- foursome

Ateez

- jongsang - same scent (inspired by oneus)

- the courage of stars - seongjoong space pirates au

- woosan - mignon aka vampire au

- yungi - canon compliant friends to lovers

WayV

- vampire polycule, aka xiaojun/wayv

others

- taekaiten - deep into the mood

- ten/jackson/jeff - (code) switching

- bunny boys - I'm a bottom and you're a bottom, what the fuck… or how the fuck?

- jeongcheol + kunten (+ jeongten + kuncheol) - matter of perspective

TV series

Beyond Evil

- entwined (pov after the loss)

- same old rut

The Devil Judge

- graven image

- dog motif

- dog motif teeth

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart!

- nesting

- j/j as a/a

I have no idea who to tag and (let me count real quick...) I will not be tagging over 30 people, so I'll just be tagging a few people though even if I have not tagged you, please feel free to answer to this ^^

@little-arcadia @gaylilsherlock @uhhhhmanda @deepbutdazzlingdarkness @darthfluff @27vampyresinhermind

[theoogtree]

Me when I post a fic in the jongtae tag and then my tag tracker says there's something new in the jongtae tag and I go ooh exciting I wonder what it could be!!!

[jeennieluv]

just submitted a jongtae fic for my english assessment 😎

[hwarang-number]

Unnie and I had to pick up some cheap ice cream last night for our parents to use in root beer floats, and this label made me laugh like a loon in the middle of the grocery store, because it reminded me of @lala-pipo's delicious (far more so than the ice cream 😉) JongTae fic, Dorm Life: The Merits of being Vanilla. (Which you absolutely need to read if you aren't already - it's long and luscious and ongoing!)

[bubltae]

oo how about 86 with jongtae?

song: boys meet u by shinee

taemin knew that everything was going a bit too perfectly but guess what he still loves jonghyun

AHH so when i found out i’d be writing for this cursed song, i actually enjoyed it the most hahahaha. sorry it’s a bit crappy but thanks for waiting!

Taemin can’t really help feeling uneasy, especially when everything in preparation up until this moment has gone perfectly and smoothly. It’s a beach, for God’s sake and Taemin just knows something is going to go wrong.

Jonghyun had insisted that they wear some form of matching outfits, much to Taemin’s dismay. Of course, making Jonghyun smile is all he really wants but he doesn’t want to look like a fucking sailor boy in the process.

“Let’s wear these striped shirts,” Jonghyun suggests. He presses one of the two shirts, a grey one resting on a hanger against Taemin’s chest. His eyes are filled with childlike wishfulness.  

Taemin opens his mouth to protest but clamps it shut, unable to turn down this ridiculous request. He takes the shirt and watches Jonghyun’s face light up. “Fine. Only if we choose our own pants.” Jonghyun giddily agrees.

And now, even with that small bump (is that considered a bump?), Taemin still feels like something is wrong. As soon as they step onto the sand, Jonghyun half-jogs over towards the water, dodging the many bodies that crowd the space like cattle and sets up his blanket smack dab in the middle of the boiling sunlight. He sets up an umbrella as well, which does nothing to protect him from the death rays above.

Taemin follows, navigating through the crowd and cringing. He pulls a bottle of sunscreen out of his backpack and plops down on the blanket next to Jonghyun. He squeezes some into his hand and rubs it on Jonghyun’s face, him cringing at the gross and sticky feeling.

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yes, unless you want to look like a burnt tomato,” Taemin says like a knowing mother. He rubs some on his own face and then wipes his hands on his bare legs. “I forgot the snack bag. Be right back.” He stands up and dusts off his legs. The sand is sticking to his sunscreen covered skin. Just great. He turns towards the car and is suddenly filled with excitement at the thought of just food. Kibum had packed them a nice snack bag with “everything they may need” meal wise inside. Taemin’s just thankful neither him nor Jonghyun packed it. It would just be filled with melted chocolate. He opens the trunk and retrieves the snack filled cooler bag but when he returns, Taemin can already tell something is wrong.

Jonghyun is gone.

“Fucking…” Taemin mutters to himself. Jonghyun should even know himself that this beach is new to both of them and extremely crowded. Getting up without telling anyone is practically the stupidest shit ever to be done. Taemin pulls out his phone and calls Jonghyun.

It goes straight to voicemail.

Taemin starts to panic. Jonghyun’s phone was fully charged this morning. He stops. Jonghyun also had to pee this morning but they were already on the road. Taemin sighs. He probably went to look for a bathroom and dropped his phone in the toilet or something and then couldn’t find the blanket because there were too many people. Taemin groans. Now he has to go fucking find him. He sets off, hoping no one steals their snacks or their umbrella. Jonghyun would be upset.

Which, Taemin supposes he deserves for taking off with no notice. He shakes his head.

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Jonghyun is fucking lost and he knows it. He really needed to pee though and who knows, Taemin has noodley arms. He could have broken them trying to carry the snack bag.

Or he could have been hit by a car.

Damn it, where the hell am I?

Jonghyun has walked around the bathroom about five times and then tried walking in the supposed direction of where Taemin should be. He ended up by the street. Jonghyun is really confused because honestly, who the hell goes to the bathroom and gets lost coming back? Was it that far? He doesn’t even know what to do with his phone. He dropped it in the sand and then because karma loves him, a wave washed over it. Jonghyun swears to himself. It hasn’t turned on since.

“Are you lost?”

Jonghyun turns his head and is met with a woman. She’s looking up at him with blinking, innocent eyes. He nods vigorously. “Yes. I’m trying to find my-”

“You could come sit with me.”

He isn’t getting it. “I really need to get back to my spot. I think-”

“Why? I could, I don’t know, buy you a drink?” She throws her thumb back and points to the beach juice bar a couple hundred feet away.

Jonghyun suddenly understands, knowing that playing car all too well. “I’m gay,” he blurts out, hoping this is will deter her from something that hasn’t really been spoken. Is she hitting on him? She’s standing close to Jonghyun and she reeks like too much lavender.

Her face turns red and then she turns away and runs off, muttering an apology that Jonghyun only shrugs to. He swears he can hear her say something like, “Why the hell did you make me do that? He isn’t even straight!” A tart laugh leaves his mouth. He coughs and resumes his search for Taemin.

After asking a grand total of six people on how the fuck he’s supposed to get back to the main beach, a friendly old lady manages to direct him towards some of the other beach occupants. Jonghyun takes off towards the blankets, towels and half naked old men when he skids to a stop.

And there’s Taemin, sitting cross legged with his back to the older on the sand, petting a big golden retriever. Jonghyun knows it’s him. He’s wearing the shirt he picked out earlier that morning. He runs over to him and Taemin only turns around when he sees a giant black shadow suddenly blocking out the sun.

“Jonghyun!” he exclaims, shooting out of his sitting position. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick.” He pulls him into a tight hug and then releases.

“Worried sick playing with a dog?” Jonghyun asks, eyebrows raises. He’s not even upset. He just feels like teasing Taemin.

“Well, I was looking but then this cute dog came up to me and I just had to pet him because he was so cute. Besides, I asked like, twenty people and no one responded to my description of a ‘tiny blonde dude who looks really fucking gay and he also has the voice of an angel.’”

Jonghyun rolls his eyes. “Can we just go back to the blanket? I’m hungry,” he whines. “I hope Kibum packed macaroni salad.”

“Why the fuck would you bring macaroni salad to the beach?”

“Why not?”

Jonghyun. He’s dense sometimes and has a poor sense of direction, but Taemin takes his hand into his own and drags him back to the blanket.

“By the way, my phone is jacked.”

“I had a feeling.”

[katrinawritesthings]

i dont know if you'll know but im searching for a fic that jongtae smut where one of them is writing a song and it basically seduces the other member. like i think its jong writing a song a singing and taemin is lured in by the tone of his voice. it may be the other way around but its a fic i remember back from my teen years and im wondering if its still out there.lol

Does not sound familiar to me : (! Sounds very cocktail coded though lol

No one uses tungle anymore but I know you people are lurking so if you see this and you know what fic it is then show up!!!

[a-colourful-stranger]

day 1: dance of the sugarplum fairy

> summary: on the eve of christmas, jonghyun receives a decorative fairy from his uncle, little does he know that this ornament is no ordinary christmas decoration. > ship: jongtae  >words: 950 > song: dance of the sugarplum fairy by tchaikovsky

“…hyun.”

“Mmm?”

“Jonghyun!”

“W-What?” Jonghyun blinked his eyes open to find his older sister hovering over him. From how dark the room was, he knew it was far too late for her to be up wandering around the house. “What time is it?”

She ignored him, “I heard a noise.”

“A noise?” he sat up, “What do you mean?”

“It came from the living room,” she pointed towards Jonghyun’s open door, “Can you go see what it was?”

He sighed, “I’m sure it was nothing, just go back to sleep.”

“Jonghyun, what if someone broke in and is stealing all of our gifts?” she asked, there was anxiety clear as day in her voice. “Please go see.”

Jonghyun climbed out of bed and Sodam tiptoed carefully behind him as he made his way down the hallway. The living room was illuminated by the still lit white Christmas tree and the snow falling heavily on the street. As far as he could see, there was nothing out of place. He turned to face Sodam but found she was nowhere in sight, “Noona?” she didn’t answer. “Sodam—”

Clunk!

Jonghyun turned back around, his heart positively leaping out of his chest, to find a box sitting in the center of the room. He smirked, “Noona, if this is you trying to scare me it won’t work.” He walked over to the box, it looked as if it had been opened haphazardly. Jonghyun peered inside and found that it was the present his uncle had given to him. Inside were souvenirs from his uncle’s many travels around the world. To Sodam, he’d gifted a traditional nutcracker and to Jonghyun, a decorative fairy to hang on the tree.

Sodam’s nutcracker was laying beside the box, its arm now a few inches away from its body. Jonghyun carefully picked up the wooden decoration and reattached the arm, all while wondering how this even happened. Who could have done this? Before Sodam woke him, he swore everyone was tucked away in bed sleeping soundly waiting for Christmas morning to arrive.

Meanwhile, Jonghyun’s fairy was nowhere in sight.  

Thump!

Jonghyun jumped up into the air, the nutcracker still tight in his grasp. “Sodam,” his voice and his body trembled, “it’s Christmas, not Halloween, y-you don’t have to scare me.”

Suddenly, Jonghyun felt someone very gently tap him on the shoulder. He spun around, completely prepared to use Sodam’s nutcracker as a weapon to fight off any intruder—but instead, he felt every nerve inside of him freeze.

Standing before him was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. He had skin as white as porcelain, soft pink hair that seemed to blow gently despite there being no wind, and he wore a bejewelled body suit. The man blinked at him, his hand still hovering where he had tapped Jonghyun on the shoulder.

“H-Hello,” Jonghyun said nervously. The man blinked once more before his eyes fixed on the nutcracker still clenched in Jonghyun’s hands. The man reached the nutcracker and Jonghyun immediately stepped back, “You can’t have this.” The man frowned and took a delicate step towards Jonghyun. So delicate, that it made Jonghyun’s look down to the man’s feet and instead of shoes or socks, the man wore pointe shoes. The man took advantage of Jonghyun’s moment of distraction and pulled the nutcracker from his hands. “Hey—” Jonghyun started but the man lifted his finger to his lips, effectively quieting Jonghyun.

As the man crossed the room with grace, Jonghyun saw a pair of sparkling pink wings on the man’s back, with each step the man took the wings left a trail of glittery air behind him.

It was then that Jonghyun realised why his fairy was missing from the giftbox.

The man—or rather, fairy—placed Sodam’s nutcracker gently onto the mantel of the fireplace. The fairy eyed the nutcracker for a few moments, as if to make sure it didn’t move from its place, before looking back at Jonghyun. The fairy held out his hand, and Jonghyun – though for the life of him had no idea why he did it – took it. The fairy led him towards the window, before stepping right through the glass and pulling Jonghyun along with him.

The pair stood out in the heavy snow, snowflakes catching in their hair and the cold reddening their cheeks. The fairy let go of his hand and walked back a few paces before spreading his wings and performing a dance.

Jonghyun was captivated.

He’d never seen such beauty in dance. The fairy’s pointed shoes hovered just above the snow, leaving it pristine and untouched. With each twirl the fairy made, the snow around them grew heavier, to the point that Jonghyun struggled to find the ornament come to life in the chaos.

But then, a soft pair of lips pressed against his. Lips as cold as porcelain. Jonghyun’s eyes fell shut and he pulled the fairy closer, he felt the desire to never end the kiss. Far too soon, the fairy pulled away and bowed his head in farewell. Jonghyun wanted to tell the fairy to wait, he had so many things to ask but the snow and the wind became far too strong it knocked Jonghyun to the ground. All while glitter fell over him, and the familiar tune of a dancing fairy filled his head.

When he woke, he was in his bedroom. The sun had barely risen and the world was still sound asleep. He reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts before falling on Taemin, his boyfriend and bandmate.

I dreamt you were a fairy last night, he wrote.

The response was immediate, Of course you did.

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10 | day 11 | day 12

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*taps desk* guys i'm writing a jongtae fic i'm finally writing again

[0rgell]

HIM - JongTae (Series Masterlist)

General Masterlist

Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin (SHINee)

Genre: Religious guilt, internalised homophobia, angst

Word Count: ?

Warnings: mature, swearing, internalised homophobia, religious guilt, feelings of hopelessness, angst, crying, explicit sexual content, and others.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe SHINee members' true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on AO3 (click here)

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

“I’m devoted to you, the Holy Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Please guide me. Please forgive me.” He feels his eyes tear up unforgivingly and he feels as if he doesn’t have the right to cry; he’s chosen this sin. God shouldn’t see him cry. It looks like he’s asking for pity. Maybe he is.  “I have fallen in love with a man, he is kind and gentle. He’s talented and uses such pretty words. I can feel your eyes on me, staring when we are together, when we hold hands or hug. How can I make you understand?” This fic was inspired by a song I was listening to, and I was like I should write about it, and who better to pair it with than Taemin himself. Anyway :)

The story and cover are original and my property. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental.

SHINee members or any other famous people mentioned along this story DO NOT represent their true character in any way, they are simply mentioned in order to provide a visual representation for the readers. Their personas obviously have nothing to do with their true personalities. They're just characters I've created for this story, so please don't take this too seriously.

Mature content ahead. Lots of trigger warnings apply, so please read carefully.

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Chapter 1 - I’m Broken, Alone and Afraid: Part One - Tumblr + AO3

Chapter 2 - Coming soon

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Genre:

Mature - M Angst - A Fluff - F

Type:

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Stray Kids

Bang Chan

Oneshots

Clingy - A, F - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

One Night Stand - M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

The Five Stages of Grief - A - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

Series

The Rising Empress - A, F, M - non-idol AU // Royal AU - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 Series (on-going)

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Hug me more - A, F, M - Only on Wattpad - Series (completed)

The White Lily - A, F, M - Mafia AU - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed. See next: The Black Iris and The Withered Rose)

The Black Iris and The Withered Rose  A, F, M - Mafia AU - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed. See first: The White Lily)

Minho

Oneshots

Miss Y - A, F - non-idol AU - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

Break my back - A, F, M - non-idol AU - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

Careless mistakes - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

Series

The Black Iris and The Withered Rose  A, F, M - Mafia AU - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed. See first: The White Lily)

A Chance of Fate - A, F, M - - non-idol AU - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 Series (completed)

Hyunjin

Series

The Pearls on Your Neck A, F, M - non-idol AU Series (on-going)

Changbin

Avoiding - A, F, M -  Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

Stargazer Lilies - A, F - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

Seungmin

Leaving what is broken - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

Jeongin

Leaving what is broken - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

My only Faith is you - A, F, M - Vampire AU - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

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SHINee

Minho

Broken hearts can heal - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed)

I can read your smile - non-idol / University AU -  A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed)

In the Dark - non-idol AU - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed)

Taemin

Rencontre moi à Paris - A, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

The Boundless Sphere of Fate - non-idol AU - A, F, M - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Series (completed)

JongTae

Star Dust - non-idol AU - A, F - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 - Oneshot

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