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Hearing You - Lee Taemin

W/C: 1.6K

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Prompts: “Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you.”

Warnings: Hint of angst, fluff, slight suggestive at the end.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

"And then he slipped!" Kibum says as he finishes his story, causing you all to laugh, while Minho tries to play it off while waving his hands around.

"I didn't slip, the floor was just slippery," He says, but laughing along. It was the evening of Taemin's birthday, and you had gathered together with Kibum, Minho and Jinki to celebrate his birthday, with Taemin and Jinki in a completely different company now, it became hard for everyone to spend time together like this.

"Keep saying that," Kibum says. You bring your hand towards your mouth and cover it while trying to suppress your laughing. Jinki quickly notices but doesn't say anything about it, not wanting to dampen the mood. “You should show them later,” You shake your head as you laugh, already imagining how he had slipped and his surprised face.

“One thing he couldn’t do,” You say between laughter. “It finally proved he’s at least human!” Those words caused everyone to laugh louder, even Minho himself, everyone knew how good he was at everything and was basically superhuman with all the things he did. “I was really starting to think you’re from another planet, Minho.”

“I’m glad I managed to prove to you that I’m not,” He says with a huge smile on his face. You lower your hand as your laughter dies down. “But it won’t happen again, I’ll make sure of that,” He picks up his glass and takes a sip.

“Excuse me,” You say as you stand from the chair. “I’ll be right back, just have to use the bathroom,” Taemin reaches up for your hand and gently squeezes it.

“Don’t take too long, otherwise we’ll need to start a search party for you,” Minho says, which makes you chuckle and shake your head before releasing Taemin’s hand and making your way to the bathroom, Jinki leans forward and clears his throat.

“Tae, have you noticed how they keep covering their mouth when they laugh?” Jinki asks. Taemin glances back towards where you had disappeared before looking at Jinki fully.

“I… I haven’t…” He slowly says as he goes through his mind, and finding that each time he saw you laughing, your hand was always covering your mouth. “I haven’t, I didn’t even realise…”

“I picked it up too,” Kibum says as he picks up his glass. “Sometimes they use both hands also,” Taemin could feel his heart rate picking up, how had his friends noticed it and he hadn’t?

“I think I even heard them trying to suppress it,” Minho says. “Like they don’t want to laugh too loud, do you think something happened?” He suddenly felt all eyes on him. “You didn’t accidentally say something?”

“No!” Taemin was quick to say. “No, gosh no, I wouldn’t, I love hearing them and their voice…” He lowers his gaze to the table in front of him. “I can’t believe I haven’t noticed before…” His vision becomes blurry as he begins thinking and going through all of his memories with you, hoping he could find at least one where you weren’t covering your mouth or suppressing your laughter, but nothing.

“And back, did I miss anything?” You ask as you sit down in your spot right next to Taemin, they shake their heads, and you gently smile at them. “Okay, that’s good,” You lean forward and pick up your utensils to pick up a piece of food. “I wouldn’t want to miss any more funny stories about Minho showing us that he can be human,” You place the food in your mouth and begin chewing.

“If you want more, I have plenty more to tell,” Kibum says as he puts his glass down. “I have all the stories about him that are going to make you laugh,” You nod your head, ready to listen to what he has to tell you.

“Wait, no, no, why me, why have I become the joke of the night?” Minho asks, even though he has a smile on his face. “I’m sure you have some funny stories about yourself too, why don’t you tell us about it?” He was looking right at you, you nod your head as you chew and put your utensils down.

“All right, all right,” You say. “You’ve put me on the spot now and now everything from my memory’s disappeared,” You lean back in your chair and place your hands on top of your thighs. "Okay, so when I was little my family and I would go to this one place for vacation, and one evening when we had all calmed down and were lying in bed, I looked up and saw a bat flying around," A few hums went around the table. "And I, as casual as possible said; 'hey dudes, here's a bat inside the room' which caused my dad to fly up from the bed, practically yelling 'Where?'" They begin laughing, and you cover your mouth as you remember the moment as it happened. “He was so scared of them.”

“I can’t believe you said it so casually while knowing he’s scared of them,” Minho says between laughter. You hadn’t noticed that Taemin was paying a little more attention to you, noticing how you covered your mouth and how you tried to stop your laughter and keep it quiet, you were holding yourself back from fully laughing, and he wanted to know why. “What happened next, did you get it out?”

You step into the apartment, quickly being greeted by Kkoong and Daeng at the door meowing loudly at you both, you take your shoes off and pick up Kkoong and make your way further into the house with Taemin behind you with Daeng in his arms.

“We missed you both too,” You say as you sit down on the couch and place Kkoong onto your lap, only for her to jump off and wait for Taemin to sit down next to you. “Voicing loudly how much you missed us only to abandon me when I sit you down on my lap, oh, I’m hurt Kkoongie,” You lay your head back against the couch and release a dramatic sigh causing Taemin to chuckle. “So mean…” He releases Daeng as he begins wiggling in his arms.

“I have a question,” He says as he turns his body to yours and props his elbow against the back of the couch. “You don’t have to answer it if you’re not ready to discuss it yet…” You nod your head slowly.

“Well, ask first, and then I’ll tell you if I want to talk about it or not,” You say. You could see him pressing his fingers together before he took in a slow deep breath.

“While we were out tonight, and laughing and enjoying ourselves, I couldn’t help but notice…” He trails off, trying to find the right words and not make them sound harsh or even like an insult. “Or more Jinki noticed, that you kept covering your mouth and toning yourself down,” You bite the inside of your cheeks as you realise what his question would be. “Do you want to talk about it?” You lift your foot from the floor and place it underneath your thigh.

“Well… there isn’t much to talk about it,” You say as you move your gaze to the floor. “One evening I was laughing from my stomach, too loud, portably sounded obnoxious, and then I got told to shut up and not laugh so loud,” He could see your shoulders slump and the corner of your mouth turning downward. “And ever since I just tried to keep myself from laughing too loud by using my hand to muffle it, and forcing myself not to keep laughing so it doesn’t get too loud,” You lift your head and turn it towards him, and he could see the sadness in your eyes and the attempt at a smile told him enough. “Was it too loud tonight?” His eyes widen at your question, he wasn’t expecting you to ask that.

“What, no, no, no, it wasn’t,” He quickly says. “I want you to laugh as loud as you can, to show me that you’re enjoying yourself, I want you to laugh from the depths of your stomach,” You move your hands onto your lap and begin fiddling with your fingers. “Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you,” He reaches down for your hands and places his on top of yours. “In all kinds of ways, but I want you to laugh from your stomach, laugh so hard that tears stream down your face, I want you to enjoy yourself fully and be yourself around me,” He gently squeezes your hands before pulling them apart and interlacing his fingers with yours.

“I… I can try,” You whisper. You had spent all your time trying to lower your tone and muffle your laughter, you would have to unlearn everything you had taught yourself. “I can try,” He squeezes your hands and moves closer to you. “It’s just going to be hard to unlearn that habit…”

“I’ll help you, I’ll try my best, but I want to hear you, loud and clear,” He says. He leans forward and releases one of your hands and moves his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you closer to him. “Let’s start with unlearning that nasty habit,” Your brows furrow in confusion but your eyes insanity shut as his lips make contact with yours, the confusion completely melts away as your lips move with his. You move your hand to his thigh and lean more into the kiss and his hand slides higher and to the back of your head, he pulls on your other hand and moves it to his waist before releasing your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist, he leans back and slowly pulls you with him and on top of him, his hand slides down your back and over the curve of your ass before pausing and squeezing it, causing you to moan into his mouth, he pulls back from the kiss leaving you both breathing hard. “Hmm, like that, but louder, much louder.”

[mykoreanlove]

i am beyond ✨delulu✨ for this man

“Y/N! Baby! Love of my life! Y/N!”

Taemin’s longing calls filled the whole apartment.

It had been a lazy day for both of you; you had not even bothered to leave the bed.

“I’m coming!”, you screamed back, hoping he’d hear you in the other room.

You smiled to yourself as you applied the vanilla-scented lotion all over your body, taking your time to pamper yourself some more. You deeply inhaled the scent and reveled in the feelings it gave you. Safety, comfort, and love, just like Taemin did.

The look in the mirror confirmed it beautifully – you were glowing, radiating with love and happiness like never before.

“Y/N!”

You shook your head laughing and put on a silky robe, making your way over to your bratty boyfriend.

It was dark as the sun had already set but the golden fairy lights he had put up in the whole apartment guided you on your way to him.

Taemin sat on the leather couch, eagerly waiting for you. He wasn’t wearing anything but grey sweats, showing off his upper body deliciously.

His eyes glowed as brightly as the fairy lights as he finally saw you.

“Y/N!”, he smiled happily.

You walked over to him with the biggest smile on your lips, eternally grateful to be loved like that.

Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him, quite the opposite actually. He was looking you up and down, gracefully admiring what was his.

You sat down on his lap and brushed away his dark, long hair, exposing his beautiful features even more.

“Why did you call me?”, you whispered innocently.

His hands roamed your body cautiously, treating your delicate skin like marble. Soon after, they landed forcefully on your ass, squeezing, and pulling you closer to him.

“I just missed you too much.”, he answered truthfully.

“We spent the whole day fucking and you still miss me?”, you laughed out loud.

“Technically, it wasn’t the whole day”, he whispered while looking into your eyes deeply. “Let’s make it that though.”

You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips while mumbling.

“You’re insatiable, Lee Taemin.”

Taemin broke the kiss and looked at you, hands at your sides squeezing.

“How could I not be when it’s you, y/n?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, once again, you were falling for him.

Your lips crashed onto each other, hungrily longing for more.

Wandering hands, grazing teeth, soft lips, and dirty kisses – Taemin loved you in the same way he performed his music: artistically and eclectically.

You were grinding on him, feeling the hard bulge against your throbbing core.

His hands wandered to the front of your robe, untying the knot, and slipping it off your shoulders.

“That’s a very pretty gown, baby. But it looks better on the floor if you ask me.”

You chuckled as you slid it off entirely, exposing your nude body to him.

His eyes widened once more, admiring every single inch of you. Even though he had seen you naked millions of times, he was still taken aback by it. He never made you feel ordinary or taken for granted, no, he made you feel like a precious gem, like something you would die for.

“I was right. You look way better without it.”, he mused.

He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Taste so good”, he mumbled against your skin.

He buried his head into your neck and inhaled your scent.

“Smell so good”, he muttered quietly.

Taemin loved praising you, whereas you loved the feeling of being praised. His worship got to your head, turning you into a throbbing mess.

“Taemin”, you whined as you circled your hips once more.

“What is it? Is my baby needy?”

You cried out in frustration, needing him right this instant.

His eyes wandered to his crotch, smirking while doing so. The area was dark grey, proof of how needy you truly were.

He shook his head in fake disapproval and looked at you once more.

“So needy for me, huh? Leaking on my sweatpants like that?”

Your cheeks turned rosy, slightly embarrassed by your actions.

“Adorable”, he muttered under his breath as he saw you get shy and look down.

“You really need me that badly, huh?”

You nodded again. With a swift motion he got up from the couch while still holding you, walking towards the bedroom once more.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

[imaginidol]

Taemin: Stars Under the Rain

“Taemin!” You hissed at the giggling boy as he practically jogged away from you with your shared umbrella, leaving you to be slowly soaked under the evening rain’s mist.

“You menace,” you whisper, pulling at his ear once you’ve caught up to him for the umpteenth time. “If I have to say your name one more time, someone’s gonna recognize you and the rest is history!”

Taemin only giggled some more and looked around the street at the walking pedestrians around you.

“What if a reporter hears us? Me with you? How funny do you think the headlines will be?”

“Taemin, that’s not funny!” You can’t help but stifle a short laugh at the ridiculousness of the boy in front of you.

“Fine, how about you hold the umbrella now?” He offers you the bright green umbrella along with a sheepish grin.

“Wow, thanks, Tae,” you roll your eyes at the realization that the only reason he returned the umbrella was because evidently, the mist had suddenly stopped.

He giggles again and pulls his hoodie over his head.

“Okay, okay,” he smiled, offering you his hand. “I’ll be good now.”

You pinched his arm before generously accepting his hand, wrapping your cool fingers around his.

While he was a bit of a menace to be around, you appreciated and loved the way Taemin would turn into a completely comfortable and playful version of himself when he was with you. There weren’t too many people he would show this side to.

“Look,” he says, stopping shortly before a line of street-way trees decorated with holiday lights.

You look up to see where his eyes have landed. You’re taken aback by the breathtaking sight of brightly-lit trees. While you always knew the city decorated their trees for the holidays, you had never actually stopped to admire the work put into the heavenly sight and how beautifully it complemented the dark sky at night.

“Wanna know what I think of these trees?” He looks at you quietly.

“Tell me what you think,” you reply.

“I really like how each bulb, regardless of its shape or size, is very pretty on its own. It’ll light up the dark pretty well. But I do prefer how they all complement each other when they’re all together, different shapes and different sizes. They look like cosmos when they’re all together.”

“I like that thought,” you say, admiring the twinkling lights all around you both. “Do you see those star-shaped lights, Tae? I think of you as one of those, in a sense.”

“Is it because I’m an artist and being a ‘star’ is my career?” He smiles.

“That’s too literal, Tae. I mean like… you’re very admirable in your own way. Inside and outside of your career. You work hard for what you give, you give your best when someone asks for your advice. You have people all around you that support you and help you succeed well. It makes you stand out like one of these star-lights. And if you put you and your supporters together… you all become a big, lit-up beautiful tree. You give inspiration to many in more ways than one.”

Taemin was quiet for a while, soaking in your calming words. The corners of his lips would curl to the tiniest of smiles when he thought of you at times like these.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I appreciate the way you see me for me, in and out of my career. But you’re missing something in your analogy.”

“What am I missing?”

“While it may be a beautifully lit-up tree that I’ve cultivated over my life, it takes just one precious person to notice it all and truly appreciate its existence. You see me and you appreciate me, my supporters, my life when the lights are turned off, my life when I’m shining at my brightest. I appreciate having you be that person. You make me feel very… seen.”

Your cheeks redden warmly and you can’t help but pull your boyfriend’s face close to plant a sweet kiss against his cheek, to which he smiles and returns one against your lips.

One, two, four little kisses later, the mist of rain is back. This time, you have the upper-hand with holding the umbrella. You realize this and immediately jog away from Taemin, leaving him in a heap of shock and giggles as he runs calling after you, the rain mist hitting his face and yours as you both briskly ran away under the brightly shining holiday trees.

[smileydk]

Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Idol!Taemin x Photographer!OC

Summary: Jiwoo and Taemin have been married for a whole decade. They both debuted in SHINee. As SHINee approached their 15th anniversary Jiwoo started pursuing photography.

Who'd be a better guinea pig model than her own husband?

cw/tw: fluff, cute, praising, suggestive, kissing

Note: I'm obsessed with Taemin lately. Why I don't know. But he's so handsome and pretty, and gorgeous, and sexy and- yeah

''Taeminie my babyyy~'' Jiwoo walked through the front door with a sweet smile on her lips.

Taemin, sitting on the couch, looked up from the book he was reading and raised a knowing eyebrow. ''Yes, my dearest wife? What are you gonna subject me to this time?''

Jiwoo smiled and walked over to the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at him with a pleading smile.

Taemin knew that smile very well. Whenever she wanted him to do something she'd smile like that.

''You know how I've been taking photography classes, right baby?'' Taemin nodded. ''Right, so this week's assignment was to photograph something sexy... so I thought who's better for the job than the Lee Taemin?''

Taemin chuckled as he leaned his head against the back rest. He looked up at Jiwoo, who was already looking down at him and pursed his lips.

Jiwoo leaned down and kissed his lips sweetly.

''Will you please help me, baby?'' Jiwoo fluttered her eyelashes sweetly.

''I can't, and you know I can't. I told you this morning. And I know you know since you call be "baby". I have to go to the dance studio and work on the "Guilty" choreography. I would help you if I-''

Jiwoo pouted. ''Pretty please?''

Taemin chuckled. ''I don't have ti-''

''Pretty please with sugar on top?! If you loved me-'' Taemin raised an eyebrow. ''-you would help me''

Taemin sighed. ''You're annoying''

''I know. And since you won't help me, I'm calling Minho'' Taemin nodded for her to go on.

So she did.

She found her phone and found Minho's contact. She pressed his contact and put it on speaker phone. Taemin just sat there.

''Jiwoo! My favorite Lee! 'Sup?''

Taemin glared at the phone. ''What do you mean "favorite Lee?!" I thought it was me!''

In the background Jiwoo and Taemin heard Onew cursing at Minho for calling someone else his favroite Lee.

''Too bad, you ain't. And neither are you, Hyung! Now, how can I help my favorite Lee''

''So, for my photography classes I have to photograph something sexy, and Taemin's an ass and won't help me, so would you like to be my sexy model? Maybe something shirtless, or maybe-''

Taemin grabbed Jiwoo's phone from her hands and glared at his wife. ''Buh-bye Hyung, we don't need you''

''Goodbye, see you tom-''

Jiwoo laughed loudly as Taemin ended the call in the middle of Minho's sentence. He chucked her phone behind his shoulder. He turned to his wife and raised an eyebrow.

''You're a bully''

''So you'll help me?'' Jiwoo smiled sweetly.

Taemin sighed loudly. ''Fine! I'll call Noona and tell her practice is off'' He picked up his own phone. ''You're lucky I love you'' He mumbled a pouty tone.

As he ended the call, telling "Noona" he was sick and couldn't dance today. "Noona" didn't believe him for a single second, but she let it slide this time.

She did however warn him if he repeated this she would come to their apartment and drag him to the dance studio herself.

''Now, back to your little rendezvous, do we have any studio lights? Or any equipment at all?''

Jiwoo's sweet, kiss-ass look, switched into a sheepish look. ''I might have bought a camera, studio lights and all that before asking you''

''Why?''

''I just- my backup plan was Minho, I knew he would accept without a fight'' Jiwoo smirked as she headed out the door to get the stuff she bought.

Taemin gasped dramatically. ''How dare you even think of Minho as a backup?'' His wife simply smiled and kissed his cheek.

After they'd set up all the different lights and cameras, and props and whatnot that Jiwoo had brought home, in the bathroom, the woman turned to her husband with a smirk.

''And now, you. We gotta change all...'' Jiwoo moved her hands around her husband's body. ''...this''

''What? I look sexy as I am'' Taemin raised an eyebrow.

''Well that I won't deny. But! This is not what I invisioned...'' She motioned to his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. ''I was thinking that it could fit with your upcoming comeback... so I might have got you a completely new outfit''

She dug out a white tank-top, a pair of white boxers and a pair of blue, baggy (jeans) pants. Taemin reluctantly took the clothes and changed out of his sweatpants and hoodie.

As he showed the outfit to Jiwoo she held up a finger. She started pulling and adjusting his pants. She could feel Taemin's smirk on his lips as her hands brushed past his lower stomach.

''Shut up'' She mumbled and continued her adjusting.

''I didn't say anything!'' Taemin exclaimed and placed his hands on his hips.

Jiwoo ignored him and stepped back. She looked him up and down. He posed jokingly and Jiwoo chuckled.

Jiwoo stood him in front of the bathroom. ''Let's... add a bit of choreo to the photo. Right hand under shirt, show off your stomach. You know, the key move''

Taemin smirked. ''If you wanted me naked you should've just asked, baby''

''Ha. Ha'' Jiwoo laughed sarcastically and loooked at her husband with a forced smile. ''Pose, asshole''

''Yes, ma'am!'' Taemin saluted her and did as she'd wished. ''Lights, camera, action''

Jiwoo stared at him for a moment. ''You're such a weirdo'' Taemin flashed a dorky smile.

Jiwoo continued staring at Taemin as he did the pose she requested. It looked good, but not enough. ''Head down. Hand around your neck''

Taemin did as instructed.

This was another reason as to why Jiwoo wanted to work with her own husband, he'd been in the industry for so long. He knew exactly how to pose, he followed instructions well and he was naturally sexy.

Perfect sexy model.

Jiwoo snapped a few pictures of Taemin in that pose, altering some small things. When she was satisfied with it she showed it to model himself.

''Wow, I look good'' Jiwoo chuckled. ''What are you laughing at? I look sexy. Who knows, maybe these will be my concept photos? You're good at this''

Jiwoo blushed as he praised her. ''You really think that?''

Taemin nodded and hugged her tightly. ''The best! Now, next pose!''

The afternoon continued. Taemin posed as Jiwoo instructed. It started professionally, Taemin answered Jiwoo being very serious about the whole thing.

Then it slowly turned into Taemin doing as he wished and Jiwoo accepting it.

After almost 3 hours of snapping photos they decided to wrap it up.

''I'm gonna edit these a bit. Then you can see them''

Taemin pouted. ''I wanna see them now!''

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow. ''Taemin, sweetie, you're 30, not a toddler. You'll see them when I'm done''

''Okay...''

However, editing proved to be difficult when you had a 30 year old husband who decided he needed attention at this exact moment.

Jiwoo was trying to edit the pictures she seemed to be the best ones. Taemin sat behind her on the bed, legs on each side of her body, arms around her waist as he watched her edit.

His shin rested on her shoulder as she tapped away on the computer.

Taemin's attention span was about the same as a 5 year old, on a sugar high.

His fingers started tapping a rhythm on Jiwoo's thighs and he started humming to himself. Jiwoo turned around and raised an eyebrow. She'd told him if he wanted to sit here. Silence.

He quickly stopped.

But then his attention started wearing thin again. He found a hairbrush ans some hair ties Jiwoo had laying around.

He carefully started brushing Jiwoo's hair and braiding it. Jiwoo stopped her editing and turned around. She smiled.

''You really have no patience. You're like a five year old'' Jiwoo examined the braid. It was good.

''Yet you love me. Besides, if I was a five year old, wouldn't that make you a predator?''

Jiwoo raised her eyebrow. ''Ha. Ha''

''I'll go cook or something. Have a good editing session''

''Love you!'' Jiwoo yelled through the house as Taemin bounced down the stairs.

''Love you more!''

After Jiwoo'd edited the photos she headed into the kitchen to show Taemin.

Taemin, who was making tteokbokki, was amazed.

''My wife's so talented! And I'm much more sexy than Minho-Hyung would ever be''

Jiwoo chuckled and patted his cheek. ''That's your opinion''

''Whatever. You and I both know I'm speaking facts. Now, I think these are perfect for my concept photos this comeback. And I'm saving money if use my lovely wife's hard labor''

''Who said I'm free?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. ''I'm an expensive bitch''

''Well... expensive? Yes. But bitch? No. What do you want as pay? I could think of a few things I know you'd like'' Taemin smirked as he placed his own hands on Jiwoo's.

Jiwoo chuckled and shook her head. ''You're such a pervert''

Taemin couldn't see the problem. She wanted pay. He had something to pay with. Which they'd both enjoy.

''Besides. I have to send these in for class and-''

Before Jiwoo could finish her sentence Taemin pressed his lips against hers. Jiwoo giggled as he pulled away.

''You talk too much sometimes''

''And you have too little patience. Your tteok is burning'' Jiwoo pointed at the pan, which smoked a bit more than it should've.

Taemin turned around and spotted the pan. He quickly moved it from the heat. He smiled awkwardly as he turned back to his wife.

''It's not burnt. It just... on the verge of burning. Want some?''

Jiwoo smiled. He was so cute. And he tried cooking. Which he rarely did. ''Of course I will''

As they are Taemin's half-burnt creation Taemin smirked. ''Next time you should do a budoir photoshoot''

Jiwoo choked on the food. ''Lee Taemin!? WHAT THE FUCK!?''

''What? It was just an idea! I'm sexy. You're a great photographer. And...''

''You just want a reason to get naked'' Jiwoo deadpanned him. ''And don't even deny it, you're... you''

''Oh baby. If I wanted to be naked I'd be naked'' He winked and continued eating his food.

''Fuck you, Lee Taemin''

''Anytime, baby''

[skzhocomments]

Star Dust - JongTae Oneshot

General Masterlist

Pairing: Taemin x Jonghyun

Genre: non-idol AU, star tear disease, angst, unrequited love, romance

Word Count: ~6k

Warnings: swearing, angst, lots of crying

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

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

Summary

Inspired by the Star Tear Disease - An illness born from subjects of unrequited (of a feeling, especially love not returned or rewarded), where the subject cries out stars. This story started as a challenge given to me by my dearest friend @0rgell, who gave me the following words that I must use in the story: Lollygag, Toast, Star tear disease, Execution, Spit , Blood clot, Butt plug, Train station. If you see random words bolded and underlined, it's so that I could keep track. I would also like to use this fic to wish @0rgell one year of the most beautiful friendship one could ask for. Love you to the moon and back <3

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!

© all rights reserved by skzhocomments (Tumblr), skzho (Tumblr)/ storminsidemycore (Wattpad), storminsidemycore (AO3)

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Star Dust

It was bad.

Extremely bad.

Fuck, terrible, even.

Taemin should’ve known something was wrong from the very first night it happened to him. However, he’s never heard about this before, and when it happened, it left him utterly confused.

His eyes started burning, and it was unlike anything he’s ever felt before. The burning only intensified as his heart clenched and broke into pieces at the sight of him with a pretty girl on his lap, his lips lazily caressing her neck so openly, in front of everyone.

Jonghyun wasn’t even drunk. There were alcoholic drinks on the table in the cramped karaoke room, but Taemin knew for a fact that he didn’t drink any of them, not even a sip. He was driving tonight, and if there was one thing Jonghyun was, it was responsible.

If he were drunk, it would’ve been easier to accept, maybe, that Jonghyun seemed to only have eyes for everyone but him. Maybe in a drunken haze, Jonghyun thought the girl’s eyes were pretty, and he decided to have some fun with her tonight and forget about her the next morning. He’s done it time and time again, Taemin heard, but it was the first time it was happening in front of his eyes, and it stung.

But Jonghyun wasn’t drunk.

He was into this girl for real, he wasn’t in any drunken state to make him irrational. He liked this girl enough to let her straddle him in the middle of the fucking karaoke room.

The burning intensified.

Although hurt, Taemin tried his hardest to keep his tears from flowing. He smiled and sang along and even danced with everyone to all the happy songs in the karaoke machine. He focused on the lyrics on the screen and held his microphone tight, he sipped on mocktails, and occasionally, he’d nervously rub his thighs with his hands just to focus on something else but Jonghyun.

Despite the age gap between Taemin and the rest, he didn’t feel out of place, even if he was the youngest and they were sometimes treating him like a little kid that needed to be doted on. Jonghyun treated him the same way.

Maybe that was the problem. Jonghyun never saw him as a man, he’s only ever seen the cute, innocent, young Taemin who needs protecting from the big scary world. Jjong was more than willing to offer that protection, but not in the way Taemin wanted it. He assumed the ‘big brother’ role and rolled around with it while Taemin’s feelings grew and grew, to the point where it became painful to be around Jonghyun without clinging to him.

That night, Taemin kept swallowing back his tears, but the burning in his eyes just kept getting worse. He started rubbing them repeatedly, but it would do nothing to ease the discomfort he was feeling.

Eventually, he decided to go home early, made up a pointless excuse no one would remember and headed straight to the door.

“Taem.” Jonghyun called to him, making him turn his head around. Fuck, he hated this. He hoped he could get out without having to see that girl straddling him again, but it appears Jjong unintentionally wanted to remind him one more time that his lap would never be Taemin’s place.

“Yeah?”

“Need me to drive you?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Let us know you’re home safe, then. Mkay?”

“Sure thing.” Taemin faked a smile and got out quickly.

Fuck, he was barely able to see. His eyes hurt, and everything was blurry. The lights hurt him. He rushed home, and he didn’t even know how he got there with how little he was able to see.

Going to the bathroom, he looked in the mirror and almost had a heart attack. His eyes were blood shot; it looked like all his veins in them popped open. Shit, it was scary.

He started googling out symptoms, but nothing checked out. He didn’t think he was allergic to anything he drank tonight; his eyes weren’t necessarily dry, and he didn’t have any allergies or infections (that he was aware of, anyway), so… why was he looking so horrible?

Maybe he was under too much stress. He did have a hard time at Uni lately, and even if his older friends assured him that it’s normal to be stressed in your last year and that everything would be okay, he kept thinking that maybe they were wrong. Maybe he was that one-off case you read about in the news - the young man who gets so stressed, he has a heart attack. He did smoke a bit too much lately, and smoking is a risk factor for the development of blood clots, if he remembers right.

Fuck, maybe he’s dying.

He was trying his hardest to remember how he got in this state. He met Jjong and the rest, they went to karaoke, then Minho called up some girls who turned up, and then that one brunette got on Jonghyun’s lap and-

Ouch. He pressed his hand on his heart and felt his eyes burning up again.

Right.

He started feeling this way when he noticed how much Jonghyun seemed to enjoy that girl’s company, how into her kisses he was, how he couldn’t seem to get enough, so he pressed her against his crotch right there in front of him, how-

Taemin couldn’t think about it anymore; the burning got so intense, he started blinking repeatedly and rubbing his eyes. It was so weird. He wanted to cry, to let it all go and feel his emotions just as he’d always do, but something was wrong this time, for instead of tears, a single, pale green star-shaped thing fell from his left eye.

He managed to catch it before it went down the sink’s drain, and confused, he started inspecting the little thing.

Sure enough, it was a star. A slightly greenish star with five corners.

Bewildered, he tried to touch it with his fingers, but as soon as he did, the small star shattered with a crystalline sound right on his palm.

He looked back in the mirror, and as if by miracle, his eyes returned to their normal colour. They were no longer blood shot and irritated; it was as if he'd imagined the whole thing.

~

The next day, Taemin went to Uni feeling more confused than ever. He’s asked around to see if he’s able to find anything about his condition, as Google didn’t prove to be too useful in his quest. He even went to the infirmary to ask the nurse if she’d ever heard of this before, but she just shrugged and told him to stop taking drugs while it’s still early enough, and that she can help him if he’ll let her.

But hell, he was not high. He didn’t take any drugs. Not willingly, anyway.

Maybe there was something in his drink?

Yeah, that’s the only logical explanation.

Maybe he did dream about everything.

After all, who’s ever heard of crying stars?

~

“Taeminnie!” Jonghyun exclaimed. “Thank God I’m here early. I came to get you. Would’ve missed you if I came by 10 minutes too late. Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

“Jjong?” Taemin looked perplexed.

“Did you hit your head?” He ruffled the younger’s hair lovingly, then grabbed the straps of his backpack and forced him to take it off his back. Taemin complied.

“No, I didn’t.” He rearranged his hair while Jonghyun put the backpack on his own shoulder. “But why are you here?”

“Well, for starters, you didn’t message me last night.”

“My phone ran out.” He shrugged.

“And you’re not picking up today.”

“Left it on silent and I didn’t see you calling.”

“You little liar.” Jonghyun ruffled his hair again. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Taemin blushed and turned his head away.

“Did you have fun last night?” He asked, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it.

He didn’t want to know.

“Oh, yeah. I went to Amber’s after dropping everyone else home, had a few drinks, had some fun with her. You know, just the usual.”

“Mhm.” Taemin nodded, swallowing back the lump in his throat. His eyes started to burn again, similarly to last night.

What if it wasn’t a dream after all?

“But enough about me! I want to know how you’re doing. Feels like we haven’t talked in ages!”

“Well, you’re always busy.” Taemin shrugged.

“Don’t be upset, Taeminnie. I made time for you today, haven’t I?”

“Where are we going, anyway?” Taemin stopped in front of Jonghyun’s car, confused by his friend's demeanour.

“Well, since it’s Friday, I thought I’d do you a favour and get you out of the house more.”

“I’m always out of the house with you and the others, though.” Taemin retorted.

“Yeah, but that’s no fun, is it? I meant just the two of us.”

Taemin blushed, and he felt the burning in his eyes suddenly stop.

They hopped in the car and Jonghyun clicked on his playlist, familiar tunes filling the empty space in-between their chats and their laughter.

“The beach?” Taemin asked with a raise of his brow when he looked out the window and saw seagulls.

“Yeah. You told me you haven’t been in years, so I decided, heck, I don’t have any work today, so why the hell not? Good idea, right?”

Taemin scoffed and laughed briefly as they finally reached a parking place.

“Well, I’m glad to be here, but I’m also starving.”

“Of course, I thought about that as well, who do you think I am?” Jonghyun rolled his eyes and opened the trunk, taking out a picnic basket.

“Jjong, it’s freezing. Are we having a picnic?” Taemin laughed enthusiastically and clapped briefly.

“I know the taste of my food will overwhelm all the other senses. Besides, there’s blankets for us, and I even got two coats, just in case.”

Yeah, that’s why Taemin fell in love with Jonghyun in the first place. His attention to detail, to whatever Taemin talks about; he remembers everything, even the small details, and he’s so damn attentive. It’s impossible to not fall in love with such a man.

Even if he doesn’t feel the same.

The burning came back with this thought, but Taemin was quick to shake it away as soon as Jonghyun linked their arms, dragging him towards the beach.

“Now it’s time to take your shoes off.” Jonghyun commanded and pointed to Taemin’s feet while he took his own shoes off himself.

“Jjong, it’s freezing.”

“Taem, we’re at the beach. You don’t walk on fine sand with shoes on, that would be such a waste.”

“Fine. But if I’m catching a cold, you have to nurse me back to health.”

“Not like I have a choice. You’re always soooo clingy when you’re sick!” Jonghyun ruffled his hair lovingly.

“Ugh, stop treating me like a child. You’re only 3 years older!” Taemin stuck his tongue out, when Jonghyun quickly grabbed it with his hands.

After some struggle, Taemin managed to get his tongue back in his mouth and made a disgusted face.

“You didn’t even wash your hands!”

“You’ll live. Now, let’s set the table and eat!” Jjong clapped once excitedly and started arranging the blanket on the sand, putting the basket on one of the corners, and dividing their shoes on the other 3 to prevent the blanket from flying away from the wind.

“This looks amazing. When did you even have time to cook this?”

“Well, your birthday is coming soon, so I thought-”

“My birthday?” Taemin laughed. “We’re only in February.”

“Eh, what’s a few months?” Jonghyun waved his hand in the air.

“Your birthday is sooner. Only two months.”

“Then we’re celebrating my birthday. Try this!” He quickly grabbed a tempura shrimp and put it directly in Taemin’s mouth, and the younger chewed it with a smile.

“Wow, this is actually really good!”

“Well, what else did you expect?!”

“You’re the best.” Taemin chuckled.

“I know I am.”

“Your head will grow too big from the praise.” Taemin shook his head.

“Look who’s talking. You adore praise.” Jonghyun retorted with a roll of his eyes.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. Wanna bet I can make you blush just by praising you?”

“No.” Taemin laughed briefly and tried to focus on the food, but Jonghyun didn’t want to drop it.

“Come on. You’re doing so great, swallowing food like that. Good job, Taeminnie. Should I give you some toast for being such a good boy?”

“Oh, shut it.” Taemin laughed and playfully slapped Jonghyun’s thigh, trying to hide the blush creeping on his cheeks.

Damn, he really was a praise princess.

“The wind is really picking up.” Jonghyun remarked as one of their napkins flew away.

“Yeah. You made sure to have everything prepared but forgot to check the weather.” Taemin laughed, and just then, some sand blew into his mouth. “Ewww!” He tried to spit it all out, unsuccessful, all the while Jonghyun kept laughing at him.

“If you’re done eating, we should go stick our feet in the sea! Walk along the shore, you know the drill.”

“Jjong, it’s freezing.”

“It’s the third time you’ve said that today.”

“And I’ll keep saying it. We’ll definitely catch a cold.”

“Come on, don’t be so negative. We won’t catch a cold. Let’s go!”

“No. You can’t make me stand up.” Taemin shook his head, but Jonghyun would not take no for an answer, so he bent down and picked the younger by his legs, dragging him away from the blanket through the sand.

When Taemin stood up to protest, Jonghyun took advantage and picked him from his waist, placing him right on his shoulder and running away towards the sea.

“You’re fucking crazy!” Taemin shouted with a laugh. Truth is, this is another part of Jjong that made him love him. He was so persuasive, and always found a way to get what he wants. His personality clashed perfectly with Taemin’s, and every time they’d meet, just the two of them, it was impossible for them to not pointlessly fight about something.

Taemin liked it, for it made everything funnier, and time spent with Jjong was always entertaining.

If someone else were to pick him up like that, Taemin would’ve exploded in anger, but with Jjong, everything was different.

“They say birds of a feather fly together, so I guess that means both of us are crazy.” Jonghyun put him down with his feet right in the water, and Taemin grimaced.

“It’s so fucking cold, I’ll die of hypothermia.”

“You’ll die of drama.”

“Better come to my funeral and apologise when that happens.”

“Will do, Taem. I’ll be on my knees begging for your forgiveness for forcing you to stay with your feet in the water.”

“Freezing cold water.” Taemin corrected.

“Come on, it’s getting warmer by the minute.”

“You’re just getting used to it.”

“And aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Taemin chuckled.

“Then, what if I splash you?”

“Jjong, for the millionth time, it’s freezing. Splashing me with water would be the same as taking me to the electric chair for my execution. I’ll genuinely catch a cold.”

“Just pop an ibuprofen and drink some tea and you’ll be fine~!”

“You’re so carefree, aren’t you?”

“Of course! You know I enjoy my life to the fullest!”

“I’m-”

“Let me guess! Freezing!” Jjong started to laugh. “Okay, you win. Let’s get out, Taem.”

They made their way back to their picnic blanket and Taemin looked down at his wet feet that collected sand on the way from the sea to their little space on the beach. He hated the feeling on his feet, but Jonghyun came once again prepared, and pulled out a large water bottle and a towel so they can remove the extra sand stuck on their skin.

“It’s already getting late.” Taemin observed. “Should we go back home?”

“Home?! No way, Taem, you’re stuck with me for the whole weekend!”

“What?!” Taemin gasped. “But Jjong, what about my homework and-”

“Boring~!”

“You little-” Taemin narrowed his eyes and jumped on Jonghyun, starting to tickle him. The older squirmed and begged to be spared, but Taemin wouldn’t have it.

“Okay, okay! Sorry! I just wanted to spend some quality time with my best friend! Sue me!” Jonghyun eventually managed to get out, breathless by the whole ordeal. He was holding his hands on his belly protectively and feared any unexpected movement from Taemin.

“Okay. Let’s say I do ignore all my responsibilities for the weekend to spend time with you. Where do we sleep?”

“I booked a room at an inn somewhere around here.”

“Good, let’s go and rest, I’m tired as fuck.”

The duo headed towards the inn and got to their room in no time. They kept talking about nothing important for a few hours, before finally taking out two futons out of the closet and arranging them neatly on the floor.

“This is quite comfortable, isn’t it?” Jonghyun asked, taking in a deep breath.

“Yeah. It’s really warm.”

“Ahh, I love this place.”

“Have you been here before?”

“Oh, yeah.” Jonghyun chuckled. “With one of my exes. We came here on her birthday a while ago. Honeymoon periods are the best.”

Taemin hummed, but as soon as he heard Jonghyun, he got that weird sensation in his eyes again.

“She was a really nice girl, but we didn’t really work out.”

“Why not?” Taemin asked, although he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know, because with every word coming out of Jonghyun’s mouth, it seemed the pain in his eyes only intensified.

“Well, we wanted different things from life. She wanted to get married and start a family as soon as possible, whereas I…” He hesitated.

“You wanted to live your life first.” Taemin turned to his side to face Jonghyun, even though it was dark, and they couldn’t see each other.

Of course, Taemin knew this fact about his friend all too well. He knew how much he loved the sea, for instance, and how suffocating the big city they lived in could feel at times. He knew Jonghyun would stop at nothing to see what else was out there. He’d head into the big scary world with no hesitation if it meant expanding his horizons.

JJong has always been that type of person who would without a doubt go to the train station and buy the next ticket to nowhere. If given the chance to have some days off work, he’d hop on a train and sit in a window seat, admiring all the sights their little country had to offer: fields, mountains, rivers, sheep, cows… he wanted to enjoy the wide world his own way, by observing and breathing in some fresh air.

It was one of the many reasons that made Taemin fall in love with him. They were so different in this aspect. Taemin preferred comfort; he hated going out of his bubble and trying new things. If he could, he would only go to the same restaurant to have the same meal on the same day of the week for the rest of his life. He knew which buses and trains he had to take to get to the same familiar places, and if he would never have to get out of his mundane day-to-day life, he wouldn’t mind it.

When Jonghyun came along, he challenged Taemin’s whole world. He challenged him to be different, to step out of his comfort zone and experience new things, which was so scary at first, but with each passing day of Jonghyun pushing him around, he started enjoying experimenting.

From new foods to new places, to new museums, to new parks, and even to new people, Jonghyun made it his mission to force Taemin to go out and explore the world around him.

To both of their surprises, it worked. Taemin was more sociable now, and he discovered he appreciated new things as long as Jonghyun was next to him.

That’s how it started, and that’s how he realised his growing feelings for his best friend.

And now, in the warmth of his futon, Taemin couldn’t help but wonder why Jonghyun seemed to have feelings for everyone but him.

“Yes, exactly! She was perfect otherwise. We had great chemistry, she was a looker, smart, funny. Ugh, life is so unfair!” He chuckled, but Taemin could barely focus on his words.

Ugh, this hurts. He rubbed his eyes, and just as Jonghyun started talking again, seemingly surprised that Taemin knew him so well, he excused himself to the bathroom.

Looking in the small mirror, the same redness as last night was present in his eyes. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

If he was unsure of anything last night, he was absolutely certain now that he didn’t have any allergy, dust didn’t get into his eyes—or was it the sand? No, it couldn’t have been—and there was simply no logical explanation.

He was hurt because Jonghyun happened to come to this inn with another girl, and he truly loved her, enough to remember her God knows how many years later.

Ugh.

He started crying again, and just as last night, no tears came out. There was only a twinkle sound, and a couple of green stars, and once he looked back in the mirror, his eyes were back to normal.

He didn’t bother catching the stars this time; he just let them fall in the sink and shatter. He couldn’t understand it. It made no sense.

And why green?

Out of all colours, why were his stars green?

It almost seemed like, because he was jealous…

No, this couldn’t be it.

He returned to the room and tried to brush the thoughts off, but still, he was unable to shut it down.

“Jjong, do you believe that colours have meanings?” He asked all of a sudden, interrupting his friend. He didn’t hear what he was saying anyway.

“Huh? Colours?”

“Yeah. You know, like… emotions. Red is anger, blue is sadness, green is envy…”

“Oh.” Jonghyun chuckled. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, colours do make me feel something, but… I prefer to focus on the positive meanings instead. Red is love, blue is calmness, green is nature… you know?”

“Tsk, always such an optimist.” Taemin muttered.

“Why did you ask?”

“I don’t know, I just… I was thinking about it.” Taemin smiled sadly and was glad that his friend wasn’t able to see him in the dark.

It would add up. Last night, he felt jealous seeing that girl in his lap, and today, he felt jealous again as soon as Jjong mentioned his ex.

He cried star-shaped tears of jealousy.

But why?

~

“Why are we here again?” Taemin asked, embarrassed.

“To buy a butt plug, of course.” Kibum grinned from ear to ear.

“This is a very weird bonding activity.” Jinki commented, but curiously picked up multiple items from the shelf and analysed them. “Look, this one has a rhinestone in it!”

“I feel like this trip will unlock a new fantasy for Jinki.” Key chuckled, and all the boys started laughing.

They were trying to pick up a gift for Jonghyun, whose birthday was approaching way too quickly, and although all of them prepared some ‘serious’ gifts, like new books or a new vinyl for his pick-up, Kibum suggested buying something else as well — something he would remember.

Thus, the 4 boys were now in a sex shop, browsing through different types of toys, plugs, condoms and whatnot, and Taemin had no idea why he had to be there in the first place. Key could’ve just picked alone.

“What about this one? It has a little reptile tail. It kinds looks like a dinosaur when you squint.”

“Uhm… does it matter what it is? Will he even use it?” Minho chuckled, and Key rolled his eyes.

“Come on, he’s the type who’d definitely experiment with taking things up his ass.”

“Ï don’t know. He’s not you.” Minho said with a snicker.

“Yo, lamppost, I think I’m gonna shove this up your-”

“Okay, okay!” Jinki got between them and pushed them aside. “Let’s just get the rhinestone one.”

“Hyung, you can get it for yourself if you like it that much,” Taemin commented so quietly, it almost came out as a whisper.

“Should I?” Jinki looked at the little box with a lot of concentration in his gaze. “Then, do we get a matching one for Jjong?”

“Why, are you guys fucking?” Minho asked, and Taemin’s heart dropped. Were they?

“God, no. He’s just my friend. I was just saying.”

“Let’s go with the reptile one.” Taemin butted in, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“That’s what I’m saying! Good choice, Taeminnie!” Key ruffled his hair, annoying him. He was once again treating him like a baby.

~

“Wow, this is certainly… unexpected.” Jonghyun laughed loudly as soon as he tore open the cute pink packaging and saw the small box.

“Taemin picked it for you!” Key grinned, and Taemin immediately wanted to disappear.

“We all went to the shop!” He protested, trying to avert his gaze away from Jonghyun’s.

It didn’t work, for when he raised his eyes again, Jjong was still looking at him with a determined gaze, as if challenging him again.

“What?” Taemin asked, embarrassed.

“Nothing. It’s cute.” Jonghyun smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why a dinosaur, though?”

“Well, we always say you look like one, so…”

“I like how many shades of green it has. Quite interesting.” Jjong held the buttplug in the air, examining it under the light of the bulb above, and Taemin immediately frowned.

How many shades of green did Jjong see, exactly?

Taemin barely saw one, and even that looked dull.

“It’s so vibrant, too.” Jjong went further, and all the boys around the table nodded in approval.

What…? Taemin shot up and snatched the plug from Jonghyun’s hands.

“What’s wrong?” Jinki asked, concerned.

“N-nothing. Hey, gotta go. Sorry!” Taemin threw the plug on the table and practically ran out the door, not even hearing the 4 boys shouting after him.

He ran and ran and ran until he got home, and once he did, he opened his computer and typed in the word green in the search bar.

It was like his mind was playing tricks on him, as he certainly didn’t remember colours looking so dull and lifeless.

He typed in pink and was met with the familiar vibrance of colour, which made him more confused than ever. Once again, he typed in green.

Dull. Faded.

But why?

Why didn’t it look as it should?

Why?

~

Weeks have passed and with them, the finals were creeping in faster.

There was a lot of studying Taemin had to do, which inevitably meant less time spent with his friends.

Less time spent with Jjong.

Taemin didn’t notice the weeks passing by, as there was just so much to do. What he did notice, though, was that green was no longer that green.

His sight didn’t return to normal, and he still couldn’t understand why.

He was certain it was because of Jjong, because he was now also experiencing the same symptoms with the colour blue, after noticing that this separation was only difficult for him, as Jonghyun didn’t seem to miss him too much.

Taemin cried pale-blue stars every time Jonghyun took too long to reply to his messages.

Blue. Just like his feelings.

It hurt, but what was there to do? Jonghyun didn’t feel the same.

This thought alone made his vision blurry again, all the symptoms of the Star tear disease starting to reappear instantly.

He couldn’t cry again, not when he had so much to study. He had to think about something else.

Fuck, his eyes stung. Again.

Soon enough a few blue stars followed with a twinkle sound as they shattered against his desk.

He was crying stars again, the blue shade way deeper now, and when he was done spilling his sadness, the ink of his pen looked almost black.

He could barely see the colour blue.

~

“It’s finally over!” One of Taemin’s classmates exclaimed, walking leisurely with his hands above his head, stretching with a yawn. “I swear to God, this exam was so long I thought I might pass out.”

“Tell me about it.” Taemin chuckled.

“Oh, isn’t that the dude you were seeing?”

“Hm?” Taemin turned his gaze towards the gate and saw none other than Jonghyun, waiting for him next to his car. “I’m not seeing him.”

“Really? I thought you were an item or something, he used to come here like everyday.”

Yeah, used to. Rang through Taemin’s head. Ever since Jonghyun’s birthday, they’ve barely spent any time together.

A pang made its way through his heart as he looked at the man waiting patiently.

As Jonghyun saw him, he immediately straightened up and showed him the widest smile.

“Taeminnie!” He said, coming closer and ruffling his hair. “Looking good!”

“Likewise.” Taemin smiled shortly. “What are you doing here, Jjong?”

“What, can’t I come see my favourite person?”

My favourite person.

He doesn’t mean it.

“Besides, wasn’t today your last exam?” Jjong continued asking.

“Yeah.”

“See? I remembered. I’m such a good brother.” He boasted proudly. “I’ll treat you to some good food for all your hard work this semester!” Jjong decided, and there was no space for arguing as he instantly opened the door to his car and shoved Taemin inside.

The way to the restaurant was pleasant like usual, and it was like no time has passed at all since they’ve last seen each other, even if, in reality, almost two months passed.

“So, did you miss me?” Jonghyun asked jokingly, his eyes on the road.

“Mhm.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~” He kept teasing Taemin, unaware of the other man’s inner turmoil.

“I didn’t have time to eat, let alone miss anyone.” Taemin replied, looking away through his window. The trees were a dull shade of green, and the sky had almost no colour to it. It was a blue-tinted grey.

“Aww, you’re so mean! I missed you lots, Taeminnie.”

“Good for you.”

“Hey, did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just hungry.”

“Makes sense.” Jonghyun chuckled. “Me too. We’re almost there.”

And Jonghyun was right. They got to the restaurant less than 3 minutes later, the song that started playing on the radio not even having enough time to get to the end.

To his surprise, Jonghyun took him to an extremely fancy restaurant, and they had a reservation.

“Jjong, is this okay?” Taemin whispered as they were being led to a private room. “Seems really expensive.”

“Of course. Everything for my smart friend.” Jjong smiled brightly. “You deserve this for studying so hard these past months.”

They sat down opposite from each other, and plates of food began being brought to them minutes later. It seemed Jonghyun had it all planned to the notch.

“Do you like it?” He asked after a while, both of their faces stuffed with food.

“It tastes incredible.” Taemin replied delighted. “You know, I always thought expensive restaurants were stupid because they serve such small portions, but eating here definitely changed my mind.”

“I’m glad.”

“So, what have you been up to lately, Hyung?” Taemin asked with a smile that dropped as soon as Jonghyun answered.

“Oh, just the usual. Work, work, and work again. But I met someone new, and we’ve been on a couple of dates, and she seems nice enough.”

The food started choking Taemin, who tried to cough the unchewed bits out.

“Wow, you okay?” Jonghyun stood up, rushing to Taemin’s side to pat his back.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You were saying something about a girl?”

“Oh, yes.” Jonghyun sat down right next to Taemin instead of going back to his place on the opposite side of the table, as he excitedly started describing the lucky woman to him, and all the lollygagging they engaged in these past couple of weeks.

Taemin couldn’t eat anymore, and with each of Jonghyun’s words, he tried swallowing his tears back. His heart was hurting. Couldn’t Jonghyun see the turmoil he was putting him through?

“Why did you even take me out?” Taemin mumbled under his breath, unaware that Jjong would hear him.

“What do you mean?” He titled his head unaware. “I told you. You did so well that I had to-”

“You didn’t do this for any of our other friends.” Taemin countered, cutting him off. “You didn’t take Kibum or Minho or Jinki out, even though they had way more exams than me and even finished Uni and their Master’s.”

“N-no, I didn’t…” Jonghyun rubbed his nape awkwardly.

“Then, why? Why did you take me out, just to talk to me about some random girl you’ve been fucking?” The younger asked harshly.

“What do you mean, Taeminnie?”

“Don’t call me that.” He frowned and turned his eyes to the unfinished food on the table, that was sure to stay unfinished, because he wanted to get away.

No, he needed to get away. Now.

Hastily, Taemin stood up and grabbed his backpack from the floor.

“Wait-” Jonghyun followed suit and grabbed his wrist to force him to stop.

“What?” Taemin asked, without even turning to look back.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you meant, but-”

“Oh, fuck this, Jonghyun. You always do this shit!” He spoke harshly, letting go of all the feelings he’d been suppressing in his chest that were making it hard to breathe.

“What did I do? Taemin, look at me, please.” Jonghyun urged him, and he finally looked back, his eyes full of sadness and disappointment.

“You take care of me. You treat me nice. You take me out on dates that you don’t call dates, only to then break my heart and tell me about how much you love someone else. Why, Jonghyun? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Taemin… what’s this?” Jonghyun watched in awe as a bright red star fell from Taemin’s eyes with a twinkle sound.

“Not this again…” Taemin tried to wipe it off, the sound getting more intense as the stars shattered against his fists.

“Holy fuck! What’s wrong with your eyes?”

“I really can’t do this anymore…”

“Stars…?!” Jonghyun kept looking shocked at his friend.

“I’m in love with you, idiot!” Taemin finally confessed, pushing Jonghyun back, and without waiting for a response, he ran away from the private room right outside, and tried to put as much distance as possible between him and the restaurant.

Red stars continued spilling from his eyes, pouring out all the passion and love from his heart as he kept running away until his lungs ran out of air, leaving star dust on his tracks.

He didn’t know where he was, but knowing that Jonghyun drove him all the way to the restaurant for quite some time, he was aware that there was no chance of going back home on his own. He decided against calling one of his friends and called a taxi instead as soon as his tears dried up and he stopped crying stars.

There wasn’t much money in his pockets, so he asked the driver to just drop him off at the nearest bus station, and the way home took more than an hour.

He had to shut down his phone sometime during the bus drive, because Jonghyun was blowing it up, surely worried about his whereabouts. However, he didn’t have it in him to answer to at least let him know he’s okay, and once he got home, he was glad to see he didn’t come see him.

Taemin laid in bed, wondering how his day could start so well and end so badly.

Why did he have to fall in love with someone who didn’t love him back, he wondered?

Why did it hurt so much?

He couldn’t find any answers to his questions, but glancing around his room, he noticed that the covers of some of his books, once red, were no longer as vibrant.

Loving Jonghyun came at a big price, he thought, and by the time his feelings were dealt with, maybe all the colour would be gone from his world.

~

Taemin was surprised to not hear anything from Jonghyun in so many days. After blowing up his phone that day, he was radio silent.

His absence hurt Taemin even more than his presence, and he found himself crying twinkling stars almost every day. However, they now fell in all colours at once: a blue star, a red star, a yellow star, an orange star… and his world became dull.

Still, he tried his hardest to find joy in the colours he was able to see, so he’d force himself to go out every day, trying not to dwell on the pain in his heart.

16 days later, he found Jonghyun waiting in front of his apartment complex when he returned from one of his walks.

“Taeminnie.” Jonghyun whispered.

“Hi.” The boy answered softly, guarding himself and building walls around him.

“I missed you.”

Taemin didn’t reply.

“I’m sorry for not reaching out to you after that day… I just needed some time to… reflect on things, I guess.”

“I see.” Taemin nodded.

“Taemin, can we talk?”

“We are talking.”

“No, I meant… whatever, you know what? I’ll just say it. I’ll admit that I haven’t really thought of you that way… not consciously, anyway.”

“Okay.”

“But after you confessed, I realised that you were right about everything. Unconsciously, I acted protective of you, and I was careful to not hurt your feelings, and to be there for you… I really took you on dates, even though I hadn't figured out they were dates…”

“Jjong, go straight to the point.”

“Fine. I will. I also like you, Taemin. Let’s date.”

“Wh-what?!” Taemin’s eyes grew wide, as he wasn’t expecting him to say this. He was readying himself for a proper rejection, so this came up completely unexpectedly.

“You heard me. All this time, I’ve been searching for you in all my partners, without even realising it, simply because I was too scared to confront my true feelings for you. I won’t do that anymore.”

“I can’t believe this…”

“I love you, Taemin.” Jonghyun confessed and pressed his lips against the boy’s lips.

Taemin loved him too, but it was too late, for his world has already lost colour, and his cheeks would forever be stained by powdered star dust.

~The END~

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Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

Masterlist

Pairing: Taemin (SHINee) x OC (Story is written in 2nd person)

Genre: Explicit, angst

Word Count: 3.2k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Taemin's been so busy with his comebacks and you're annoyed at Taemin for accidentally locking Ddaeng in the bathroom all day. He doesn't take your annoyance well, but he makes up for it in the morning. Basically, smut with a little plot.

I'm back with a one shot, finally! It's been a while since I've posted anything but here we are~.

I do not own Taemin or his cats and this is just fiction.

I've got some stories in the making that are coming along well, so I hope everyone looks forward to them🌸

I'd like to thank @skzhocomments for being my beta reader (she's got really good stories).

Please enjoy!

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Lovesickness

Taemin’s been working so hard for his next comeback and so hard it seems as if he’s forgotten about you. You watch him as he comes back every day and chucks himself into bed and then you watch him leave in the morning after having a shower. As much as you love him, you hate being forgotten but you don’t want to get in between him and his work. It’s always been like that. And you would lose against his work anyway. It’s his life. You once asked him if he lives to work or works to live and he did not say the latter. The balance is unhealthy and his work is his priority at the moment so you just have to wait and try not to get pissed off. But you feel neglected in every way possible. You still remember his last solo comeback and the stress from it, Never Gonna Dance Again : Act 2 and then he went to the military. You were so excited for him to come back home and spend time with you. You missed him so much that it felt like hell. But SM got more of him than you have in years because then there was Hard and now there's Guilty. And you feel guilty for wanting him to stop working on it and just come and smother you in affection.

You feel stupid for not having noticed it earlier, for being so close-minded that you had observed the life of being with an idol only superficially. If you had known, then you doubt you would have rejected Taemin’s advances or his proposal anyway, but you wish you knew what you were getting yourself into from the get-go. He had a way to charm; he was cheeky and cute and his smile had this boyish charm to it. Now he’s like a brick wall, unsociable, and everything you say to him only receives one word answers. You never know if he’s actually listening to you and it frustrates you to no end.

The look Kkong gives you and the nudge of her head tells you to get out of your head and feed her. Because you may as well be the catsitter, the amount of communication you get from Taemin. So you do. You get up, grab the cat's food bowls and walk into the kitchen. As you open the cupboard, you let out a long sigh, grabbing the wet food and emptying it into the bowls. Kkong is already at your feet so you bend down and let her eat as you run your hand along her body. Ddaeng is nowhere to be seen so you call out for him and when he doesn’t come, you worry. You put the food bowl down on the side and start walking around the apartment, calling his name frantically like a lunatic. When you get to the bedroom, you hear a muffled meow from the bathroom so you open it quickly. Ddaeng is sat there looking up at you and you swear you’re going to kill Taemin. You left before him today because you had extra work to catch up on. So that means Ddaeng’s been stuck in the bathroom all day. You bend down to pick up your baby and talk to him, telling him it’s okay and then walk to the kitchen with him in your arms, popping him down on the counter and letting him eat on there. He deserves it after the day he had.

You sit back down on the sofa and turn on the TV, staring at it completely immersed in thought and you just can’t believe Taemin had locked Ddaeng in the bathroom. You stew on it and get angrier and angrier, minutes of stewing turn into hours and during that time, Kkong and Ddaeng come and busy themselves in your lap. The sound of the door pin being inserted and the door opening catches your attention. Taemin comes in silence and ignores you, walking straight to the bedroom after he changed his shoes to slippers.

You turn off the TV and grab both cats, one under each arm, earning a squeak from Kkong, which you are quick to apologise for. Taemin is already face planted on the bed, clothes unchanged: messy hair, which is now brown and long, one slipper hanging on for its dear life, a white wrinkled t-shirt with sweat stains from dancing, and grey joggers—joggers that left nothing to the imagination—and you just couldn’t help but stare and then tell yourself off for thinking things that were so not appropriate for your mood. Blinking in disbelief, you walk over to the bed and sit down, letting the babies free as they prance over to Taemin. You can’t help but call them traitors in your head. “Taemin?��� you say, trying to take the edge off your voice.

He lifts his head only slightly before making a grunt and lazily stretching his hand out to pet the cat. You smile, hoping the lingering side-eye you give him warns of best behaviour. “Ddaeng was stuck in the bathroom all day.” You tell him, trying to swallow down the venom that is coating your tongue.

“Why?”

Inexplicable fury blooms in your chest. "YOU—" You need to calm down if you want this conversion to go anywhere. “You trapped him in there. I know you don’t care about me, but you could at least care about the cats!”

He sighs. “He’s fine, though.” Taemin's apathetic behaviour irritates you and a scream is threatening to come out, clawing its way up your throat. You hold it in and put your head in your hands at wit’s ends.

"Still, you need to be responsible. He’s a cat, not a human. If he’s stuck, he can’t get out, and he could have hurt himself trying.” You say reproachfully, stuck on the fact that he won’t just say sorry and that he won’t do it again.

Taemin sits up suddenly and shoots you a glare, brat, and he walks off to the bathroom. You hear him turn on the water and brush his teeth and you can’t get over the fact that he just walked off and glared at you. Taemin has always been like this; he always sulks when being told off and never takes responsibility for his actions. At first, you thought it was cute. He’d pout and pout and wrinkle his nose until you let it go without an apology. But you got sick of it soon because he wouldn’t let it go if it was the other way around. Whatever, you also need to brush your teeth, so you follow, and when you get in the bathroom, you open your mouth to tell him to give your tooth brush, but he cuts you off, starting harshly, “Stop going on about it. I just want to go to sleep. Just-ease up.” ending tiredly.

So you say nothing and somehow your heart clenches and you feel it throbbing. through your body resonating in your chest and you think you heard it crack. No, it is just the toothpaste lid. Taemin’s gotten your tooth brush and put a pea of toothpaste on it. He shoves it into your hand and you start brushing your teeth mechanically, like a robot. But, even after brushing your teeth, you still have a bitter taste lingering in your mouth.

When you’re both done, neither of you speak and you both get into bed, turning away from each other like a brick wall has been put up. It fucking hurts. It hurts more to cry. More, because Taemin knows. He can hear each breath as it's hiccuped out of your chest, and if you tried to hold it, he’d listen to your silence instead, and in the end, maybe you would explode all over him. You can’t hold this in forever. You can’t feel neglected forever and never say anything; maybe you’re just being dramatic. But still, it hurts.

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In the morning, you’re woken up by lazy, clumsy kisses peppered all over your face. You barely open your eyes, squinting at the light coming through the bedroom window. You squirm and try to turn over, still upset over last night but Taemin’s hand on your waist stops you and pulls a squeak out of your mouth and you’re slammed back on your back after not getting very far out at all. He pushes himself up against your side, flush against you, and you can feel him.

His peppered kisses turn into sloppy, wet, open-mouthed ones, trailing down your neck as his hand carefully pulls up your top and trails his hand over your stomach, humming into your neck in delight. Your body is flushing hot with arousal; you have missed Taemin. Every part of him—his virility, his soft lips, and his dick. It has been so long; you felt like a nun living in celibacy.

He nibbles lightly on the skin of your collarbone before licking a stripe up your neck and nibbling on your ear. His hand travels down to your heat and he chuckles and takes his hand out of the equation. “Wet already? Did you dream of me.” Smug and confident, he whispered it in your ear. And you can’t speak completely under his spell, heart pounding, with no coherent sentences ready to be formed.

When he finally detaches from your neck, he’s on his next conquest, mouthing all around your breasts, sucking, and biting, and you find it hard to stay still. You squirm and writhe but he holds you still, hands on your hips so brusingly tight. He looks up, lust and hunger in his gaze and smirks. He finds it so funny. Taemin loves teasing you; he treats it like a sport when he can. He gets back to work and lays his tongue flat on your nipple, licking a line and then twirling his tongue around it, his teeth barely nipping. And you whine, jutting your hips up, wanting some release for your core—something to fill you up hot and heavy.

Taemin bathes in the sounds you make; he loves hearing them so he rewards you with a kiss so soft compared to the grip he has on you and you want more; you need to feel that connection. You wonder if you’re the only one whos been sexually frustrated because somehow Taemin is fine apart from his throbbing boner, hot and hard on the side of your thigh, a type of self-control that is inexplicable. You cry out, wanting more of his lips on yours so you reach for his long hair and yank it slightly, unsure if he’d like it. However, you’re pleasantly surprised when he lets out a low growl and his pupils expand. You marvel in amazement.

“So needy,” Taemin tutted and bent down, nipping on your bottom lip and dipping the tip of his tongue between your lips and you relish in his mouth, nibbling and sucking on his top lip and letting out a deep, content breath out of your nose. Your fingers slide in deeper, tangling in his soft, messy hair, surrounding them in his hair and jerking lightly, making the erection between his legs throb against your thigh. You feel like you are in a daze, eyes closed, lips moving lazily against Taemin’s.

Taemin moves away from the kiss and slides his hand into your pyjama shorts and he slowly circles around your clit, sending white heat all over. You move your hands from his hair and grab Taemin's shirt; you know not to interrupt his teasing, your hands twisted up and twisting up further in the white cloth as he uses his other hand to fill your mouth with his fingers, making you moan and your eyes roll back. Taemin loves watching you; he loves voyeurism; he gets off on it; he loves videoing, making sex tapes only to watch them over and over on tour, getting lost in your sounds, face, and body. He once told you that you’re face was perfect for porn. You were offended at first but he explained that you look ethereal while he’s ploughing you in.

Taemin dips his fingers down and teases your hole, dipping in and out of it as you nibble on his finger, wanting him to speed up. But he didn't; instead, he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, pressing on the back of your tongue, making you gag, and pulling a deep breathy chuckle from Taemin’s lips. “Calm down,” he demands, with a smile playing on his lips. He is so cruel, but you can’t lie and say it doesn’t get you off. He slips his finger into your hole, finding that spongy flesh and fingering in and out, hitting the right spot over and over as his thumb rubs circles around your clit. Then another finger inside you, in and out.

“Please,” you beg, pulling Taemin’s top over his head and losing him for a second. He smirks at you and pulls his boxers off.

Before you knew what was going on, Taemin had pulled his fingers out, pulled your shorts off, and grabbed your hips as he bent your legs and as he settled down into you, a string of curses and a deep grunt fell out of his mouth as he closed his eyes for a second, letting the feeling take over his body. The feeling was almost too intense, electricity sprialing from your feet to your head, your thoughts clouded, and your pussy desperately begging for some movement as you clenched around him. Taemin seemed to know what you wanted, his hips rolling in one swift motion, thighs pressing against your arse, and his short fingernails lightly scratching over your skin as his fingers dug in.

“I missed you,” Taemin groaned lowly as you gaze at his dick, appearing and disappearing inside of you again and again, the view being the most pleasurable thing you have seen in a while. You have spent so much time watching porn in the past few months that you feel overwhelmed to see a real dick going in and out of you, toes curling into the sheets as you try to not cum straight away.

“You too,” you manage to mumble in a half moan, voice trembling, hands clawing Taemin’s back as you want him deeper inside you. Taemin tries not to let you have your way, but seeing you move so sensually, lifting your hips to try and get him in deeper, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, eyes hazy and glazed, and strands of hair falling into your face and sticking slightly as small beads of sweat have started forming at your hairline. It makes it hard for him to keep the pace slow.

You have to admit that the sight of Taemin is very appealing—the best view you ever had the honour of seeing. His back feels very soft and taut beneath your palms, making you want to continue touching him, explore the lines of muscles and relearn his body all over again.

“You said I don’t care about you. Do you feel cared for now?” Taemin teases as he takes his dick out of you and before you can whine, he pushes his dick back into your entrance and snaps his hips into you suddenly making you breathless and sending prickles of heat through your body. You run your tongue over your body lip, feeling dry from marvelling up at Taemin because he looks so good right now—golden skin droplets of sweat falling down his face, beautifully catching at his philtrum, making you want to lick it. Such a strong carnal urge takes over you as you grab the back of his head and pull him down into a kiss, not wanting to listen to him talk any more.

Taemin lifts your legs up to his shoulders, making an amazing deepness hitting that spot over and over again. The angle is nearly too much for you, as Taemin leans from the kiss and starts playing with your clit, making you clench around him and earning a groan, sending you off a cliff. You can feel Taemin’s weight inside you; his thrusts are getting more intense and sharp, building up, pushing you down into the mattress; the pressure inside you is building up and the muscles in your abdomen are contracting. Your brain is not functioning fully under the influence of arousal and Taemin. You can feel your orgasm about to come crashing, heart pounding insanely in your chest, feeling like it was about to crack a rib.

Your head lolling back, eyes closed so you don’t have to see how erotic Taemin looks, and your spine arching, welcoming Taemin in deeper as the pressure builds up, coiling, and you’re so close, heavily panting, your nails scratching at his back as you try and take the pounding.

Taemin’s groans and teasing words rolling like waves straight to your core, as he speeds up faster chasing his own orgasm, you take your hands and grab the sheets as he’s pounding you up the bed and white stars flashed behind your eyes as you came undone. Taemin’s relentless pounding didn’t stop; instead, he groans as you tighten and spasm under him, letting out helpless cries and he rides you out on your orgasm. “Look at me,” he instructs, his voice so gruff and demanding that you can’t help but oblige. He whispers dirty, sweet nothings, and then his orgasm hits him hard as his body tenses up, mouth parted open, moans falling out, and his forehead creases, making him look so beautiful and fucked out as sweat drips down his golden chest and his slightly pink face glows in the sun that is cascading through the window.

He clings to you, laboured breaths hitting your lips, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes so glassy as he looks into your eyes lovingly. “I love you,” he laughs lowly and pulls you towards him, his tongue slowly licking along your bottom lip and then giving you a proper kiss. The kiss is sweet. Taemin places his hand on your cheek as he pulls himself out, sending shivers down your spine and pulling staggered moans from him.

He lays down next to you and pulls your head to play on his chest as you listen to his heart pounding. You look up at him. “I love you too, but what was that for?” you ask cheekily.

“I’m sorry for being a dick; you know what I get like during a comeback but it doesn’t mean you should get used to it. I’ll try and get better, more tolerable, and treat you better. Also, where is your engagement ring?” He apologises and stokes strands of hair out of your face.

“Your maid took it off while cleaning,” You tell him, insinuating that you are his maid, which, he doesn’t find funny. He pouts so you press up on one of your hands to get closer to his face and press a soft kiss to his lips as you say, “I hope you do. What time is it, by the way?”

He stretches his arm out and grabs his phone, checking the time: “five-forty-five.”

Your eyes pop out of your head as you moan, “I could have been sleeping; why’d you get me up so early?"

“You weren’t moaning about the time ten minutes ago," he tells you and you can't help but laugh at him and snuggle into his chest as he strokes your hair.

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together again - lee taemin x reader

summary: it’s been two god awful long years with your boyfriend being in the military, but it’s all worth it in the end to see him come through those doors again.

mn!reader x lee taemin

2.8k words

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

It was late into the evening as you paced around the apartment. The TV played at a low hum in your ears, hearing the occasional collar bell ring as a small cat zoomed her way around the apartment without a care in the world. Taemin had told you he would be back at around seven o’clock, respecting his wishes not to meet him as he came back into Seoul—there would be an infinite amount of people there just to see him, let alone his actual family and friends. He told you, in his soft voice over the phone, that he would be home straight away and to not worry. All you really could do was trust him and resist the urge every half hour not to call him. 

It was also six-thirty, which meant it was food time, the little cat making her way around you in circles, squeaking out little meows now and again for attention. You smiled, making your way to the kitchen to prepare a can of cat food in a bowl. She liked it warmed up, and you often sprinkled a few treats in there when Taemin wouldn’t see, just because she was so damn cute. 

“It’ll be done soon,” you told her with a smile as she trotted her way around the kitchen. There were a few picture frames littered throughout the kitchen as well as pictures taped to the refrigerator. Everything from Kkoong herself, his parents, his members, and his friends, as well as pictures of the both of you taken in many different places around the world. You were fortunate enough to be able to travel along with him, being able to sneak your way out of the public eye; as long as you weren’t considered famous, you were basically unstoppable. There was nothing wrong or suspicious in the media about a “male friend of Taemin’s”; it made just enough sense to work, and it did. You crouched down onto your knees, holding out a hand to the small cat who excitedly sniffed your clothes. “Kkoong! Hand? Hand!” You clapped at her obedience, standing back up to approach the microwave that had finished heating up the warm cat food. “Ready? Are you ready, Kkoongie?” You set the bowl down on a dish towel on the floor in the kitchen, carefully sitting down next to her as she intently ate from her bowl. These days, especially without Taemin, it was hard not to be lonely; besides the rest of your friends, Kkoong was the only one you came home to. Sure, getting the occasional call or face chat from him here and there meant the world, but it wasn’t the same as him actually being next to you with his arms around you.

You stood up from the kitchen floor, wiping off the dust now on your pants. You had already changed into your pajamas for the night, waiting no time for Taemin to come home so the two of you could cuddle up and watch TV, like how you used to. Kkoong’s head perked up, but not from the sound of the toys you had been carelessly kicking around; her ears shifted, looking to the back door which, in turn, raised your attention as well. There was now shuffling that had grown louder, and heavy footsteps, ones that would only be because of large boots. You had no time to think as the door creaked open, revealing a mop of dark hair, covering the eyes of Taemin who had come in. In one hand he held his hat, in the other, a very large bag filled with his things. He had dawned the full military apparel set from head to toe, aside from the cap he held in his hand. His hair had grown out quite a bit from when it had been shaved prior; it was dark black, something you hadn’t seen for a while after multiple episodes of dying his hair for different promotions and such. His grown-out bangs were now lazily dangling over his eyes, a small smile creeping up on his face as he opened the door a bit wider upon seeing you. 

“Hi,” you said in a small voice, still not expecting to see Taemin despite the fact that you had spent the whole day waiting for him. You saw his smile grow wider, his eyes crinkling up as he set down his bag onto the ground and carelessly threw his hat to the floor as well. Closing the door behind him, he pushed his bangs out of his face.

“Y/N,” was all he said. There was no need to exchange hellos anymore when he was right in front of you, especially after being unable to see him for a few years now. He had never been one to easily be swayed or get emotional by things, even often making fun of you for getting emotional just at small things like an old couple at a restaurant or beautifully grown-out flowers you knew would soon wilt. His cute, crinkled-up eyes fell, not necessarily in a sad way, but he felt himself get emotional. “You’re here.”

“Of course, I’m here,” you said, still not moving from your position in the kitchen. “Where else would I be?” You chuckled to yourself, feeling your throat start to close up as the waterworks began to make their way out. 

“I dunno,” he said softly, standing there still as a board. “For some reason, a part of me didn’t think you’d be here waiting for me.” You frowned, your face falling completely at his answer as you made your way over to him. 

“Don’t say that,” you told him, throwing your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer in an embrace. You heard him snicker as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing in your scent. “Don’t you ever say that again.” He was quiet for a moment, just holding you in his arms, swaying you in his arms as if he’d never let you go.

“Some days,” he started, taking a deep breath and running a hand through your hair, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again…” You felt your chest tighten at his words, whining and holding him closer which elicited another chuckle from him. “I missed you, Y/N.” He never often vocalized how he felt to you, even to the people closest to him. You knew that he didn’t even need to say it, either; the both of you knew without having to exchange a single word, but hearing it come directly from him in his voice stirred something inside.

“I missed you, too,” you said, enjoying finally feeling his body up against yours again. “Please don’t ever leave again.” He nodded in agreement, keeping his hand up to cup the back of your head. 

“I won’t,” he responded, holding you tight. “I’m not going anywhere.” You removed yourself from him, seeing his brows furrow up in confusion for a moment before you cupped his face in your shaky hands, bringing his face closer to yours to kiss him. Sighing against his lips, you could’ve sworn you would’ve gone through Hell and back just to get Taemin back into your life. Each night got harder without seeing him, and now that he was finally here, in front of you, you were not going to let him go. “Mmm… Y/N?”

“Hm?” He removed your lips from his, a small smile creeping up on his lips. 

“I want to sit down,” he told you with a laugh, caressing the sides of your face carefully in his hands. “My legs hurt.” He attempted to move forward one step as you continued to cling onto him, arms wrapped adamantly around his torso. “Y/N!”

“Fine,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you let him go. He laughed, almost like the sound of a sweet bell ringing. He carefully set his things down before leaning down to pick up Kkoong who was still excitedly running around his feet. 

“Oh, Kkoongie!” He held the cat in his arms like a baby, swaying her back and forth. “It’s okay—Daddy’s home.”

“I told you not to call yourself Daddy,” you told him snarkily as you helped him move his things. “It’s creepy.”

“I’m her dad!” he exclaimed in response, motioning to the cat. “I gave birth to her!” You snickered, putting her bowl back up on the counter before approaching Taemin again.

“Go get changed,” you said, patting your hand on his chest. “I’ll put on a movie.” You watched him as he retreated back to the bedroom with a low groan of aching pain in his muscles. He almost ripped the uniform off of him, throwing it to the ground before looking at it warily, then kicking it away so he wouldn’t have to see it anymore. He sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, putting his head in his hands. He sat on the edge of the bed in a white t-shirt and boxers as well as some black socks. You wanted nothing more than to console him, as you usually did, but something told about his vulnerable position in the room that kept you from bothering him, allowing him to sit alone.

“I’m putting on something random,” you told him offhandedly, not expecting him to respond. You held the remote to the TV monitor that had a list of movies on it, pressing your finger on the arrow and randomly taking it off to see what movie you would watch. Streaming services always did more harm than good, and you never really knew what you wanted to watch; the two of you unanimously decided that a randomly selected movie by a game of chance would work just as well. You lifted your finger off the button: “Spiderman.” You fixed the cushions on the couch, not expecting an answer from him until he slowly walked out, now in a pair of pajama pants. 

“Cool,” he murmured, throwing himself down onto the couch with a grunt, opening his arms out. “C’mon…”

You laughed, turning away from the screen to walk away. “I need my glasses,” you told him with a smile, starting to walk away before you felt a hand grab your waist. 

“No,” he grumbled, pulling you down onto the couch. “I wanna cuddle.”

“I won’t be able to see the movie,” you said, moving to lean back against him. 

“I don’t wanna watch it,” he responded in a low voice, resting his head on your shoulder. He moved his eyes up so that he was looking at you as you turned your head back to look at him. “Wanna kiss you.”

“Okay,” you replied, turning so that you were facing him as he laid you both down on the couch. “I missed you, Taem…” He didn’t respond, instead pulling you in closer by your waist to kiss you. He always liked kissing you, but this one felt needy, almost lonely by the way he held you tight close to him and barely came up for breath. You separated yourself from him for a moment: “Slow down…”

“I hated it,” he mumbled, pressing your foreheads together. “I don’t ever wanna think about it again—I just wanna focus on you, I-I…” He trailed off, running out of breath after talking fast. “I don’t wanna go back.”

“You’re not going back,” you told him, holding his face in your hands. “You’re not. You’re staying here.”

“They kept me there for so long,” he responded in a hushed voice. “It-it’s like I couldn’t escape. I woke up every night, and… I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t get any sleep…”

“I’m sorry.” There wasn’t much you could offer to him other than a pitiful apology and holding him close to you like he was a baby who needed to be swaddled. “I’m sorry, Taem…”

“I just wanna be with you,” he muttered into your chest, taking a hand to run it through his hair which elicited a sigh of relief from him. You already knew that you both would be staying on the couch all night; to be fair, you had no idea what he wanted to do or expect from him. He was a wild card, which wasn’t a bad thing, per se, but you learned to expect the unexpected. He was always in different moods depending on how the day went: He could’ve easily come home overjoyed and giddy or even very horny. You figured today it was a mixture of every feeling that made its way through his brain, simply just holding him close to you to slow down his panicked breathing and to begin to relax.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you told him, holding his head in your hand, caressing his hair softly. “It was so quiet… all the time.”

“It won’t be anymore,” he murmured from your chest, earning a laugh from you. He poked his head up, tilting his face upwards to make eye contact with you. His eyes were sparkly and affectionate, reaching a hand up to touch your face. “Just wanted to feel your touch.”

“We can do anything you want,” you said as he held your face in his hand, feeling his thumb rub up against your jawline. 

“I don’t wanna do anything right now.” He blinked slowly, eyes heavy with sleep as he brought your face down to his to kiss you again. You separated yourself from him before he took it any further, sitting up slightly. 

“Taemin,” you started, seeing Taemin’s twinkling eyes flash with confusion. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a hushed voice, still too tired to raise his voice any more. 

“I…” You shook your head, feeling your heart pound a million times a minute. “I’m so sorry… I wanted to tell you before you left, but… I got so caught up in other stuff, and…”

“What is it?” he said, interrupting your trailing off thoughts. “Tell me.”

“I-I love you,” you told him, watching his eyes widen as he sat up from laying on your chest. As he sat up, he no longer looked like a small, helpless child. He had a bit more muscle on him compared to before he had left, and he appeared even physically bigger, already being quite tall as well. 

“Y/N,” he started, blinking rapidly and cocking his head to the side. “I…”

“You don’t have to say it back,” you said quickly, reaching out a hand to rest on his shoulder. You had meant to tell him so long ago, but you never realized how much you loved him until you couldn’t have him.

“I love you, too,” he responded, his pupils wide. The room was dark, dilating his already large eyes, darkening the irises completely. “I love you.” He said it again, almost as if it didn’t come out right the first time; he watched your reaction closely as you did his. 

You chuckled: “I’ll say it a million times if I have to… I love you.” A large grin grew on his face, the sudden confession lifting the mood that he was in as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped you arms around him, enjoying being able to hold him and smell his scent against you again.

“I don’t ever wanna move from this spot,” he murmured, holding you tight. “I wanna stay here forever… with you.”

“Now you’re getting too cheesy,” you said, earning a small chuckle from him. 

“I am,” he started, taking a shaky breath, “but I mean it. Thank you for being here for me.”

“I’m always going to be here,” you replied. You sounded like a broken record at this point, but there was nothing he needed more right now than the comfort of constant reassurance, and you would readily provide that to him if he so needed it. 

“I kinda wanna watch Spiderman now,” he said softly. You removed yourself from him with a chuckle to reach over for the remote.

“I figured you would,” you responded, earning a playful shove from him. “What?”

“No!” he exclaimed with a toothy grin, almost whining like a child.

“You’re very predictable!” He rolled his eyes as he slumped back into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest indignantly, plastering a pout on his face.

“Fine.”

“Oh, quit the pouting,” you told him, giving him a playful nudge in return. “Just accept the fact that I know you well.”

“Is this the Tobey Maguire one?”

“No, it’s Tom Holland.”

“I want Tobey Maguire.”

“That one isn’t on here.”

“I want the Tobey Maguire one. You’re telling me that I come back from the military… the military… and I can’t watch Spiderman with Tobey Maguire.”

“Stop gaslighting me, Taemin.”

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hi thank you SO SO much for being so patient with me recently. this originally was a request from one of my followers, and i was very happy to be able to write a male reader insert for this one! 

please feel free to let me know what you would like to see next!

- anne <3

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

to love is to hurt

SHINee’s Taemin x Reader

Genre: angst

lifeanddeath!AU

A/N: for @stan75kings. i’m so sorry this took so long! but yeah, here’s a taemin angst scenario for you~ 

Life seems to me a fleeting thing. There one moment, gone in another. And because of that, I don’t believe I’ll ever have the courage to love again.

As a young being, I was naive and believed everything was immortal as I was. I never thought I could detest my powers, my ability, my being, what made me me. I went around mindlessly, doing what I knew I had to, never thinking twice. Animals were easy. They never put up much of a fight. One touch of my hand and they bowed their heads silently, readily. Everything ran smoothly until I had to deal with modernized humans. Dealing with these types of humans made me realize just what my job was.

Humans, they were always full of regrets. They begged me, begged me to stop. They told me many things, to take someone else, that they had a wife and kids, that they still had so much to do, see, taste, smell, hear. One young man though, I remember clearly, was relatively easy. He was in his mid twenties, had a boring office job, and had very recently gotten into a bad seven or something car collision. Kim Kibum, I think was what he introduced himself as. He told me I could do whatever I wanted with him, just when it was her time, to tell her that he loved her.

As Lee Taemin, bringer of death, I don’t ask questions, it’s never my place to. But that must have been the first time I saw life in anything other than an irritating or indifferent light. And I started to question why humans were so attached to life.

That was before I experienced for myself what must be the most captivating aspect of living.

I can’t say I remember much about the sundry details of the day I first laid eyes on the most beautiful creature alive. All I remember is the radiance in her eyes reflecting the sun and the kind, gentle smile on her face when she asked if I was okay. Everything else that came after I can remember with such precision, and though my heart still aches remembering her, I never want to forget how she had made me feel. Because for a short while in my eternal lifetime, she made me feel what it must have been like to be human.

“Are you alright?” I’ve seen many females in the long while I’ve been around, but none were as breathtaking as the young lady standing over me, offering her hand. For a moment, I was tempted to take it, for her mesmerizing beauty nearly hypnotized me into ending her existence on the world of the living. But I caught myself and smiled briefly in thanks, pushing myself up.

“I… I’m quite alright, thank you for asking.” Though I had just experienced the most dreadful fall while walking through New York’s bustling and busy streets, I couldn’t have asked for a more pleasing view to stand up to.

The lady in front of me smiled, almost sheepishly with a touch of pink coating her cheeks and all at once, an unfamiliar dizzying, overpowering feeling came over me, filling the empty chasm in my chest where a heart should have been.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

I brushed my hands over my blazer and trousers. Nothing seemed out of place. I patted my wallet with my I.D.. It hadn’t moved an inch.

“I’m sure. Thank you for your concern,” I answered, debating whether or not I should ask the attractive female for her name.

“That’s such a relief to hear. I would never forgive myself for hurting someone, accidental or not,” her words sparked a kind of sadness in my everlasting body. If she would never forgive herself for hurting someone, I could just imagine her horrified face if she ever figured out just who I was. But my thoughts of self-pity were interrupted by a soft, prodding question from the alluring female I didn’t realize was staring at me.

“May… may I ask what your name is?”

I turn to stare at her, only slightly shocked. Was she some type of psychic mind-reader? It must have been a while before I finally answered her.

“My name is Lee Taemin. Might I be so bold to inquire what your name is?”

She giggled, giggled. It was an adolescent, completely human sound to hear, bubbly and like a verbal anthology of everything that made up happiness. I knew from that moment on that I’d do anything to hear that sound of innocent happiness again.

“But of course. I’m __. Please to meet you.”

“Was there anywhere you were headed to in such a hurry?” I prompted, secretly hoping she didn’t.

“Ahh,” she shrugged, cheeks filling with that same pink hue. “Not really. I guess you could say I was just trying to avoid becoming roadkill in this hectic mob.” She gestured to the surging sea of people surrounding us. It was amazing how busy one tiny and virtually insignificant city could be.

“You’re.. Not heading to work anytime soon?” I inquired. She sighed.

“No, in fact. I’m on the hunt for a job. I got laid off my old job.”

“Oh.” I was at a loss for words. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like that was my dream job anyway.” She waved dismissively, brushing the subject at hand off as if it were but a harmless fly. “But,” she started, a small light alighting in her already bright eyes. “Since I have nowhere to be, may I take you out for coffee in atonement for knocking you over?”

“Oh, by all means.” I had and still have no idea what force inside of me prompted me to answer affirmatively, but I’m glad it did.

A little while later, we came to a modest but busy little coffee shop. __ turned to me, the smile still ever present on her giddy face.

“What would you like?”

“I-” I was caught off guard for a moment. “I’m not quite sure, I don’t ever go out for coffee.”

The lady, __, looked the slightest bit shocked.

“I’ll admit I’m a little surprised. It seems everyone in the wretched city runs off of caffeine. Have you ever been here?”

I shook my head no.

“I have not.”

Her mouth all but dropped open in surprise.

“Wow.. this is by far one of the most popular coffee joints in the city. You’ve never been here to study?”

Another shake of my head.

“You’ve never been here on business?”

No.

“Your… significant other has never taken you here?”

I tilted my head in slight bewilderment.

“I wasn’t aware I had one.”

At that moment, it seemed the stress left __’s body. Her shoulders, though not all that broad in the first place, sagged with a visible relief. The light in her eyes brightened again. The way she tried to hide a hopeful smile caused a smile to bloom on my own face.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying I’m relieved. It wouldn’t have been very good of me to take out a man who already had a special someone.”

“Are you offering?”

Good thing we hadn’t ordered yet, she would have spat out her drink in astonishment.

“P-pardon? I don’t think I heard you correctly.” Moments before, she had turned to study the seasonal menu. Now that all had been said and done, she gaped at me for the second time in the last few minutes, her mouth hanging wide open.

I smirked, a sly grin crossing my face and a mirth-filled chuckled threatening to spill from my lips. Wait. I… smirked? Thinking carefully, I attempted to recall the first time I had ever done such a human-like thing. Was this truly the first time I had ever smirked?

“Never mind. I believe it is our turn to order though.”

Those first two hours with __ taught me an abundance of information about humans. Throughout all of my divine life, I’ve never experienced such an interesting and intriguing lifestyle. Though I couldn’t figure out just what was so special about living as a human, I was certain about one thing, this __, this beautiful and attractive human female would make life worth living, even if just for a little while.

The next time I saw her again was completely by coincidence. I had just helped an kindly older Korean lady into the land of the deceased to be reunited with her husband of 75 years and was currently wandering around aimlessly in a smaller park on the edge of Seoul.

I didn’t ever expect to see __ again, especially out in Seoul, more than 11,000 kilometers away from New York. Afterall, I was an everlasting being. Forming any type of connection with a mortal being was unwise and unheard of.

Part of me, the rebellious and unwise part of me, was overjoyed when I ran into her yet again, on her way out a well known entertainment building late one night a couple months later...

“Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry! Are you alright miss? I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I had to stop myself from reaching out to help her, forgetting for a brief moment that one touch of my hand could send someone to their grave; quite literally.

“It’s fine. I’m alright, thank you for helping me.” She had just about dusted off her clothing when she finally looked up at me, faintly familiar glimmer in her eyes.

“Wait do I…? Yes! I do know you. You’re Lee Taemin, that attractive man I knocked over then took out for coffee back in New York!” She pulled her face mask down, and her lips broke into a wide grin.

The cavity  in my chest where a heart should have been filled again with a dizzying, sweet and addictive feeling. Though I know it was strictly against the divine being’s rules, an involuntary blush rose to my cheeks and I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my own chapped lips.

“Why, yes… It is I. And you are __, the sweet and undeniably beautiful, albeit a tad bit clumsy girl that knocked me over in New York. How did you find your way to Seoul of all places?”

“Ahh,” she clutched her purse closely to her chest, the crisp winter cold coloring her cheeks a pretty crimson shade. “Do you recall my hunting for a job back in New York?” I nod in reply and she continued. “I got a job over here in Seoul due to some family connections and my own skill. I’ve been working here with this entertainment company for about a month now.”

Now that the hustle and bustle of New York was behind us, I had the mental capability to finally observe the breathtaking woman in front of me. She had round, innocent, doe-like eyes, plush, pink lips, and a delicate nose. Her body was wrapped in many layers of warm clothing. She embodied the word ‘simple’, but I realized almost immediately that I found this type of simple absolutely exquisite.

But it wasn't allowed. Nothing could ever happen because I was immortal and she was not. One of us would end up hurting in the end and I wasn't about to hurt the one acquaintance I had made in the eternity I've been around.

“-about you, Taemin? What brings you to the beautiful capital of South Korea?”

I blinked any thoughts of the future away from my mind and focussed on what was taking place here and now. Bringing a gentle smile to my freezing lips, I answered her.

“I needed to attend to a funeral that was in the area.”

She smiled sympathetically.

“That person… They're in a better place now.”

I looked over at her in surprise. This girl, this __ never ceased to surprise me. I was expecting a “sorry for your loss” or something fake it seemed everyone said.

“I… I guess so.”

She hesitantly reached towards me to touch my arm lightly.

“Please don't think of this as an offer of pity because I… it-it isn't mean to be, but would you be interested in having dinner with me anytime soon?” Studying her more closely, I noted her reluctance to meet my gaze and one of her arms wrapped protectively around herself.

Was __, the outgoing, extroverted girl that had taken me out just a couple months ago, nervous?

I knew, Lord I knew, heartbreak was bound to happen if I said yes. I knew, that one of us, if not both, would end up hurting if I accepted her proposal. Heartbreak was the last thing I ever wanted to her to experience… but I couldn't deny the unfamiliar, giddy feeling swirling and whirling around in my stomach.

I hated it. Would it be better to save both of us from so much grief…? I wanted to be selfless. I wanted so much to tell her some bitter lie so that she’d leave and forget about me, so that she’d move on to someone who could love her and treat her properly.

As much as I tried… I just couldn't ignore the raw, selfish, human need to love.

“Of course __, I’d love to.”

Immediately, her face lit up with a childish hopefulness that multiplied her beauty tenfold. I knew I should have felt terrible and guilt-laden knowing one day, that exquisite smile of hers would be gone, most likely because of me… But as of that moment… I couldn’t find it in the lifeless husk of me to care.

As delicious as my first sample of human sustenance was, I know now as well as I did back then that it was the wrong choice to make. But for the year afterward, I recall the feeling of finally being whole and sharing my dull and monotonous existence with someone who seemed to care a great deal about me.

Even now, I don’t regret the choice I made to accept that beautiful being’s proposition. Had I not, I would never have learned to love.

“Taemin-ssi!”

With some difficulty, I turned away from the spectacular spectacle of the Han River at dusk to see a much more breathtaking sight. __ was hurrying towards me, her hair whipping behind her, cheeks aglow with a pink-tinged and anxious smile. Despite the chill engulfing all of Seoul in a crisp ambience, the hollow chamber where my heart should have been began to warm at the sight of the woman I had grown fond of over the last year. Clutching her trench coat, I could see the chattering of her teeth as the wind billowed about her quivering frame.

“__,” I stood and greeted her as she approached. “You look extremely prepossessing this evening.”

“Is that so?” The female in front of me batted her eyelashes shamelessly.

“It is so. How are you, my dear?” As we walked, she slowly inched her way closer to me, both of us sinking in the stillness of the chaos around us, treasuring this moment.

“As immature and childish as this sounds, I’m much better now that I’m with you,” she hummed into the wind.

“Unpleasant day?”

“I’ve had better days. It’s comeback season. More than a third of our company’s groups are scheduled to have a comeback sometime within the next couple weeks… It seems like months since I’ve last gotten a full night’s sleep.” As she spoke, her shoulders sagged and the upbeat attitude she usually carried herself with seemed to have ebbed away. I studied her, concerned, out of the corner of my eye. The bags under her eyes have darkened in color.

Without a moment’s hesitation and if I were able to, I would have wrapped her in a bear hug, cradling her defeated frame, desperate to bring her happiness and peace.

As the eternal bringer of death, and before __, I had never so closely studied another being out of concern for their well being. The feeling of what must have been love in my chest overshadowed any doubts and worries I nursed about what we had and what I should have done a year before. And for a brief second in my never ending existence, I could’ve sworn I was human.

“It’ll be alright.”

Everything was fine for a good, long while.

With __, I felt as if I could ignore that fact most people hated the mere thought of me. With __, I felt as if I was finally doing something right despite the fact everything I was doing was so, so wrong. With __, I craved hungrily to be something better, something that would make her proud.

How could I ever face her if she figure out who I really was before her passing? What would she say? How would she react? Whenever I was alone, those toxic thoughts plagued my mind and though I should’ve known better, I was too far gone. I dreaded the day she was to pass. Letting her go was something I didn’t want to think about.

Everything was fine for a good, long while… But I should have known it was too good to be true.

The giddy feeling in my chest grew as I tried on t-shirt after dress-shirt after casual shirt. For a heartless being, these past years spending time with __ have certainly placed what felt like a heart in my chest.

“This shirt- no no no, much to casual… Ahh, this crew neck and this jacket.. Perfec- wait. The blues don’t match. That doesn’t work. Pff.” If there was a man in the mirror, he surely would have shot me. Finally, after a couple more outfits, I found something.

I stood there, silenting admiring myself in the mirror. The collarless white dress shirt lay on my shoulders, a heather grey blazer topping my outfit off. I had found it, the flawless combination of a casual and put-together, broadening my stature with simple elegance. Looking at the time, something I had learned humans did quite often, I took a deep breath, pocketed my wallet and turned to leave.

I was in such a refined hurry, I didn’t realize while turning in haste, I had knocked over the vase of white lilies, the only thing I owned that brightened my dull domain. I didn’t realize that another life - one especially close to me - was about to end.

I arrived at our rendezvous point early, still anxiously fiddling with the buttons on my blazer. Was I overdressed? Would she like my outfit? Would the flowers I had gotten her appease her taste? I don’t think these flowers were the ones she was allergic to…

Subconsciously smelling the sweet fragrance of the bouquet I had picked up on my way here, I was startled from my worryings by the sound of her melodious voice calling me from across the street.

“Taemin-ssi!”

I turned at the sound of her voice, the cavity in my chest where a heart should have been now beating quickly. She had her hair down today, something I had tried in vain to convince her to do more often in the past. She smiled at me, a nervous, hopeful upturn of her pink lips. I stared at her, giddiness fogging my rational thought and, lost out of thought for a moment, motioned her to cross through the middle of street.

She clutched her purse and started across the street. With every step she took, the cavity where there should have been a heart seemed to pulse more violently, more rhythmically, more quickly. Why was the street so wide? No matter, I would’ve waited an eternity for her.

She was a mere 5 meters away from me when all of a sudden… time slowed.

Neither of us saw it coming. The streets had been quiet just seconds before with only the background sounds of my quickened breathing. She was coming closer, the slow motion thudding of her footsteps increasing my anxiety.

That speeding car came out of nowhere. The palpitating in the hollow chamber in my chest where I truly believed a heart could’ve resided stopped abruptly as the image of her beautiful face petrified in terror burned in the back of my eyes. Going 120 kilometers per hour in a 40 kmph zone, the vehicle hit her with a force strong enough to toss her a good 8 meters.

I stood there, frozen in shock. Even the slightest twitch of my finger took too much effort. I couldn’t move.

No. NO. Not the only being I had ever found serenity in. Not the only human who had made an effort to get to know me. Not the only person who had given my invulnerable feelings a chance. Not the only woman I had ever fallen in love with.

Finally, I regained control over my inhuman body and rushed towards her, pushing past the accursed drunken driver. I fell to the ground, ignoring the blood pooling around her broken body. I felt more hollow than I had ever felt since my arrival here. Never in my eternal lifetime had a human’s death affected me so much.

“__… No no no no, you need to stay with me. Open your eyes, __. Please!” Tears clawed their way past my eyelids and down my face. A sob erupted from my throat and, disregarding the fact a touch of my hands would end her life, I cradled her unmoving figure closer to mine. In that moment, the only thing on my mind was how ill-fated I was to not be able to hold the love of my life until she died.

The already dim night darkened as her life faded away. Placing my ear over her heart, the pit of despair in my stomach only deepened when the last beat of her heart reverberated weakly.

Defeated and emotionally spent, I laid her bloodied and lifeless body back on the street and sunk into the land of the dead to meet her.

My human clothing melted into the familiar black cloak I had grown to hate. In the near distance, I saw her faint pink aura, lost, confused, and hurt amidst the varying grey shades of dead souls and started toward her. Upon reaching her, she turned to me, utterly terrified, scenes of her death still flashing through her mind.

“W-Who are you?” Pain and fear sounded in her trembling voice. Agony grabbed at my heart when I realized she didn’t recognize me.

Taking a deep breath, I removed my hood. Recognition flickered in her eyes as she took in every part of me in my natural habitat.

“T-t-taemin?” Her voice shook as she extended her quaking hand out to touch my face. “Wh… Where are we? Why are we here?”

I took her hand, caressing it gently with my own. I kissed the tips of her fingers softly, my eyes glistening with fresh tears.

“Because you are dead, __.”

Horrified, she snatched her hand from mine and fell backwards.

“You… you... You aren’t Taemin, you are Death. Did you kill me?”

My eyes widened and I reached out to her, wanting with all my being to hold her, to reassure her everything was fine and that I was still Taemin. She crawled further away, uncertainty written all over her face.

“No __! I would never hurt you. That’s why I never touched you, my dear. My touch kills.”

“You… You lied to me!”

If I had a heart, it would have broken into millions of microscopic pieces and scattered to the ends of the earth. And for the first time in years, I was glad I was not blessed with such a vulnerable organ.

“No __.” My hand dropped to my side.

“I never once lied to you. About anything. I am Lee Taemin, but I am Death as well. When I met you for the first time in New York, I was not lying when I told you my favorite color was yellow because it never ceased to brighten my day or that I had never before that moment drank coffee. When I saw you for the second time here in Seoul, I wasn’t lying when I told you I had come to attend a funeral in the area. When you took me out to dinner that one night, I was not lying when I told you how beautiful you looked, even with rice on your face. When we walked along the Han River about a year ago, I wasn’t lying when I told you you were the most amazing woman I had ever met because you were and still are.”

I paused to wipe the tears falling in torrents from my eyes.

“Tonight…” my voice cracked as I prepared myself to disclosed all the hidden feelings I’d refused to act upon before. I inhaled shakily. “If only you had crossed the street safely, I would’ve brought you back to the barbecue place you first took me out to dinner, bought you your favorite coffee from that one coffee joint, and confessed my feelings for you while walking along the Han River. And all of that would have been genuine, because I fell deeply in love with you, __.”

I dropped my head in shame, tears still dripping down my face.

“I’m still Lee Taemin, __. And I’m still deeply in love with you.”

The shades around us floated aimlessly and the silence I used to revel in suffocated me as I waited for her to say something, anything.

Suddenly, a cool hand reached out to cup my face with a tenderness I had never encountered before.

“Taemin…”

Still refusing to look up, I managed to choke out a “yes?”

“Thank you for loving me.” Going up on her tiptoes, she pressed a chaste kiss against my quivering lips. “I understand now.”

After what felt like only seconds, she started to let go. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her to me one, last time. Her body shook as she weeped quietly, clinging to me. The time to let go approached too quickly, and she pressed her lips to mine, still crying.

Finally, I released her into the abyss of desultory oblivion, whispering an unheard “I love you.”

I know my pain could have been easily avoided if only I had said no when she asked me out to coffee that one fateful happening. But because of __, I’ve learned why people are so attached to life.

I still believe there is so much to lose in living. For it is through living, that humans experience heartbreak and heartache.

As I walk purposelessly along the Han River, I recall all the memories __ and I were able to bring forth in the brief years we spent together.

And a disregarded tear still slips down my face.

I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to love again.

[sighingsiren-tales]

Just like the Roman Empire

Revamping the mature works too, this is a three-shot that I have been editing for some time now.

It’s a slow burn but I promise, It is worth it.

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“You’re such a fucking pain” He growls, slamming the door behind him. In his eyes, I see anger as well as something else flickering behind that emotion. 

I barely give him a look over my shoulder, pulling my robe over my shoulders before giving him my full attention. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”. My voice is quiet as I spritz perfume on my pressure points, rubbing it into my skin before walking over towards my vanity. 

“You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about” He deadpans.

I can see his expression in the mirror of my vanity. He meets my eyes and I tilt my head downwards with a smile. Sighing, I feign annoyance as I placed my chin on top of my hand catching his gaze in the mirror. 

“You are going to have to be more specific Taemin”. 

He groans in frustration, sitting on my bed; He places his head in his hands in an exasperated fashion. 

“You know that I have a girlfriend,” He states quietly. 

“What possessed you to pull a stunt like that knowing that she was in the building?”

I ignored his statement, opting for fixing my hair instead. I let the quiet hold us before moving behind him on the bed. I was positive he could feel my weight behind him, the bed dipping underneath me, but he made moves to get away from me. I can see us in the vanity, what a picture we make. 

“You seem stressed” I purr softly into his ear as he leans back into my touch hesitantly. 

I coaxed him to let his weight rest on me, moving my hands over his shoulders and upper back working out the tension knotted there best I could. With each passing moment, he relaxed into my touch more and more. My fingers coaxed and massaged the knots of tension from his shoulders and back with more force, his quiet groans let me know that I was doing something right. I pressed my robe covered body into his back, knowing that he could feel my unclothed breasts against his back. My bent legs spread to either side of his hips, encasing his thighs gently, clearly keeping his attention; I can see his gaze pass over the expanse of skin. I inhale slowly and let my arms circle his neck, my head drops down to the crook of it. My lips brush against the smooth and soft skin there, the salty taste of his skin somehow arousing me further. I could hear him suck in a breath and hold it. I could only imagine that he was trying to keep his moans in, best he could. I smirk against his skin, relishing in the simple fact that I was winning. I love to win.

“Please” he whispers. 

“Hmm?” The small noise was accompanied by my tongue dancing across the side of his neck. How truly evil of me to reign oblivion. I had only realized how far gone he was when I raised my head to look at him in the mirror. His head was thrown back, dark hair away from his eyes as he leans back into my touch. The way his head is kicked back shows off his gorgeous bone structure and I had the insane urge to mark his neck badly. My eyes trail over his neck before he slowly raises his head, so his eyes can meet mine in the mirror. I can see them darkening perceptively. I let my hands drop from his neck, running them down his chest slowly. He bit his lip at the motion. 

“Stop that” He groans quietly without much conviction. 

A pause. 

“I'm only trying to help” I speak in a soft tone, pushing myself into him further.  I let one hand go down further, reaching his lower stomach. When I felt him tense, I slowly bring it back up to his chest again. Leaning head onto his shoulder, I began to speak again.

“Does she know about this?” 

The word that left his lips was a simple, broken whisper.

“No”. 

I gave a small hum at the expected answer.

Fantastic.

“God, I never thought you were like this” He hisses. 

He visibly tensed when my hand brushes against the top of his thighs.

“Is that so?” I asked absentmindedly, bringing my tongue up to toy with the shell of his ear.

He lets out a low, satisfactory ‘mhm’.  I chuckle quietly before pressing a chaste kiss to the slope of his neck. 

“But you like it, don’t you?” I whisper into his ear, my lips playing with the shell of it as I watch the cracks in his mask appear before me in the mirror. 

“Yes” he answers in a broken whisper. 

I hum, letting my fingers trail down over the plane of his chest, brushing past his nipples. 

“I don’t think you like it” I whisper hotly into the side of his neck, allowing his fingers to hesitantly skim the skin of my knee.

Gripping his chin, making it so he had to face me, I pulled him close to me in a quick movement. I enjoy watching his eyes light up as I bring him close, doing what he was not strong enough too.

I let my tongue dance across his bottom lip before speaking.

“I think you love it” I hiss darkly. 

His pupils were blown wide as his full lips parted to let out a low breath. He moves forward in a slow tilt of his head, with all intention to kiss me. At the lost moment I turned my head to the side, not allowing him the satisfaction.

“Oh, so now you want to kiss me?” I ask in a condescending tone. 

His gaze flickers to my lips before he meets my gaze again. 

“How could I not? I’d be stupid not to want you” His voice was a low murmur, the tone going straight to my core 

“Shall I color you stupid then?”. 

He meets my eyes again. 

“You believe I don’t want you?” I could practically see the desperation in his eyes as he watched my every movement. 

“Could’ve fooled me”. 

He is quiet for a moment. 

“Tell me, how can I prove it to you?”.

It is all I can do to keep my reaction internal. 

“If you think that I will reward you so easily after the hell you put me through” I took the liberty of yanking on his dark strands, pulling his hair back so he had no choice but to focus his gaze on my eyes and my eyes alone for a moment. 

“Then you don’t know me very well”. 

Throwing his head back to its original spot, I resume my previous position letting my hands go down in slow paths across the plane of his chest before the low rumble let me know he was beginning to speak. 

“So, your plan is to tease me to hell then?” Anything else he could’ve said was cut short when I bit his neck tenderly.

“Say what you need to,” I instructed sweetly.

“You know I'm committed to her a-and you're still doing this-fuck that feels good” My palm moves over the outline of his dick in his suit pants.

“I’d care if you did” I pause to sit behind him obediently, my arms wrapping around his waist loosely. I slowly let my hands leave his body, allowing him to think that he was finished for the night. I saw his body visibly relax and yet tense at the same time. That was when I took the perfect moment to blindside him. I give him no time to react before hitching up my short silk robe, slowly letting my legs go on either side of his hips before sitting on his thighs. I had to keep a moan from slipping out with just how close I was to his face and his erection. His eyes trail up my form, then down, taking in the dark indigo silk robe that reached the very top of my thighs, lingering on the exposed skin. It takes some time before his gaze lands on my face again. I slowly move my hands to the collar of his shirt, taking my time feeling the broad plane of his shoulders before pulling him closer.

“If I hadn’t made myself clear before, let me do it now. Unless you wish to get a rise out of me, when you’re with me you do not mention her in any way shape or form. Do we understand each other?”

A smirk plays on his lips. 

“I can’t return the fire. That doesn’t seem fair”. 

I let my hands work the buttons of his shirt effortlessly but oh so slowly, taking my time in revealing his gorgeous, toned chest. When I had the first few undone, I stopped, eliciting a whine from him. 

“You stopped?” He husked; eyebrows raised in slight annoyance. 

Oh, so now he was annoyed? Ignoring the slight irritation, I ran my hands over the smooth plane of his chest slowly. When I leaned down to rest my head in the crook of his neck, his hands went to my waist, gentle, light and hesitant but definitely there. I smirk against the hot, sweaty, skin of his neck. 

“I know you're not happy with her "My voice is barely above a whisper. 

Had he known better, he would be able to detect the emotions in my tone. 

“If you know that, then you also know why I’m with her” he spoke from in between gritted teeth. 

I let his words resonate in my head for a moment, allowing the gravity of what was said to sink in fully before I made my final decision. Placing a little more of my weight on him, I locked my arms around his neck. He gave a small hum of appreciation before speaking his voice a bit more hesitant than before. 

“Is it really that obvious?”.

I nodded. 

“Well, at least it is to me” I lean into him more as the presence of his arms grow more apparent. His dick was straining against the tight suit pants he wore, and I softly giggled at the reaction he was having because of me.

Solely because of me. The very thought made me even more aroused. Slowly, I let myself grind down onto his erection. 

He lets out a low deep sound at the action, I kiss his neck in response. 

“Let me help you. I know you better” I pause to nip at his neck.

“Then you should know that I have a limit” he hisses in my ear, his hand gripping my ass, roughly.

The slight show of dominance, of a struggle for control, was enough to seal the deal of whatever was about to happen here. As a way to seal the deal, I said the words that have been on the top of my tongue for quite some time.

“I know you exactly the way she doesn't. You and I both know that. So just cut the bullshit”.

He grabs my hips the second the words are out of my mouth, pulling me firmly against him. I let out a small gasp at the action, moving my head from his neck to look at him directly. He raised an eyebrow.

“You know what you're doing?” he teases 

I roll my hips against his, eliciting a groan from him- a silent answer to his question. 

“I thought we established that already”. 

My hands grip his shoulders, feeling him tense slightly. I make it a point to roll my hips in the slowest manner I could muster.

“Fuck”. 

The word was a low, hot, drawn-out hiss. He grabs my hips, keeping me still and I took the courage that he didn’t have to look up from his chest and into his eyes, watching them darken. 

“I know you can do better than that baby. C’mon” his voice a bratty whine accompanied by a desperate, harsh grip on my ass and his hips, grinding into mine.

 “Show me”. 

The subtle bite of his lip along with his low whining tone sends me over the edge quick. Gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, I let out a breath of relief. There was a word amongst that exhale: “Finally”. 

I finished unbuttoning his shirt one by one before letting my hands slip under it, feeling his bare shoulders, the skin hot underneath my fingertips. I push the material away from his body and he helps me, throwing it away from himself feverishly. He wraps  his arms around my waist, pulling me closer as I kick my head back with a dark chuckle. I immediately feel lips on my neck, sweet and heated kisses being placed here and there as he made a trail that stopped right above my collar bone. My giggle was caught in my throat, turning into an intake of breath as I relished in the feeling of his arms around me, muscles flexing against my skin.

“Ah, eager, are we?” I question before letting out a light moan as his lips reach lower, his arms tightening around me. 

“You already know this”, His voice is dark with desire. 

“You're driving me fucking insane” he whines, burying his face in my neck as I thread my fingers through his hair slowly, the soft strands moving easily between my fingers. 

“At least, with me, you would have died from excitement and not boredom” I quipped bitterly. Within seconds, he’s flipped us over; My back now against the soft silk sheets of the bed much to my surprise. His strength was quite the surprise and turn on. His eyes were trained on me, the look within them being one of pure, unadulterated lust.

“Stop talking about her,” he commands in a low authoritative tone. 

The look he was giving me along with his tone was leaving me breathless. Finally happy to hear that phrase from his lips, my response is swift:

“Whatever you want Taemin” 

He stays in between my legs before slowly moving his hands down to the back of my knees and pulling me closer to him with a short tug. I let my legs drape over his hips as his hands rest on top of my thighs. 

“No one can know about this” He whispers, his face now dangerously close to mine. 

With a roll of my eyes, I answered him with a short “I know that”. Taemin quirks an eyebrow, leaning down toward my lips. When he was about a hair away from my own, he stopped, letting the moment simmer. 

“Do you really?” He asked teasingly. 

I gave a small snort at the attempt to tease me. 

“I knew exactly what I was getting into when I decided that I wanted you” I lean up and brush my nose against his.

“Did you?” I let my legs wind around his waist, causing his clothed erection to brush against me with much more force this time. 

He kicks his head back, letting out a low hiss. I placed a hand on his cheek, making him look down at me; I needed him to look at me when I said this so that way there was absolutely no way of backing out. He watched me with dark hesitant eyes, barely detectable behind the lust.

“I want you. I can handle the consequences” My voice was even and soothing, almost, but my stomach was doing flips at the sentiment. 

I'm positive he had an inkling of how I felt but confirmation was an entirely different thing. Now he was positive of how I felt, and it was no longer an opinion or maybe a misunderstood observation; It was now a fact. 

Regardless of that, I wasn’t one to back down. I wanted him in ways that I was convinced no one else has ever before or ever again. 

“So” He began in a breathless tone, his hands venturing higher before settling for my hips.

“So?” I drawl, raising an eyebrow as a means for him to continue. 

He leans in closer, his lips almost touching mine.

“Now that we have morality out of the way, would you like to see what I can really do?” His voice was so desperate, and I could tell he was only a few steps away from begging. 

The simple thought had me letting out a small mewl and I nod slowly, letting my arms wind around his neck again. 

My voice is a dark whisper.

“Show me what you can do”.

His lips came down on mine with that statement, the soft and plush feel of his lips was as I imagined them to be. His kiss was passionate but slow. He was in no rush which, given how relentlessly I was teasing him, was surprising. I felt his hands undo the knot that held the robe together, fully exposing me to him. When his warm hands ran across my stomach to caress my waist, I moaned into his mouth and bucked my hips into his. He pulls away from my lips with some difficultly, kissing his way down my jawline and neck, taking extra care when he reached the curve of my breasts. His kisses moved south quickly, slowly making their way in between my breasts and down my stomach. He kissed his way to my panty line and I shiver when I feel his teeth gingerly scrape the area. He looks up at me from between my legs and I have never seen anything sexier. 

“Take them off for me” I command, though it comes out soft.

The sweet smile he gives me in return hides the sinful things that I knew, hoped, that tongue and mouth could do. Letting his hands trail down to my legs, he slowly began taking off the dark colored lace. As it slipped down to the back of my knees, he could not tear his eyes away from my form as he rid me of the last article of clothing. Placing my legs over his shoulders, Taemin looks up at me again, making sure not to touch me but stay close enough so I could feel his presence. 

“How are you so sexy? "His voice is soft, breathless.

His gaze flickered from me to my sex multiple times.

“Can I?”.

“Should I?” I counter without missing a beat.

“I’ve waited way too long. Don’t test me, please” Taemin spoke in a low, pleading tone that went straight to my head.

He moves closer, never breaking eye contact. His stare was intense but I held up well until I felt his tongue flick my clit. My head goes back against the sheets as he immediately went to work. Just like with his kiss, he wasn't in a hurry. He was taking his time. His hands hold my hips steady and I roll my hips into the sensation. My moans are porn star worthy; He was making sure to lick and kiss every spot he could find thoroughly. I let myself savor the feel of his tongue before gripping his hair and pulling back softly.  

“You don’t listen, do you?”.

The smirk on his lips was cocky, as he spoke. 

“With the way you were thrashing around, I take it that’s not as big of a problem as you thought” he sassed.

Pushing him back onto his back, I took the liberty of crawling between his legs slowly and letting his body tremble with anticipation without me even touching him. I fiddled with the belt buckle slowly, undoing it in a slow fashion before harshly pulling the belt from the loops. Holding it out in front of me for a moment, I inspected it before bending it and letting it trail down his bare chest causing him to twitch slightly.

“I have half a mind to tie your ass up with this” I mused aloud, causing him to let out a slight moan.  

“Please do” he spoke, keeping eye contact with me as he let his eyes trail over the belt in my hands. 

Placing it to the side, I muttered “maybe later” before parting his thighs gently. I let my mouth hover over his erection before undoing the button of his pants with my lips and tongue all while keeping eye contact with him. 

“Oh my god” he husked, kicking his head back.

Taking his zipper in my teeth, I unzipped his pants before allowing him to feel the pressure of me kneeling before him but not actually touching him. 

“Taemin”. 

“I love hearing you say my name” His hands clenched at his sides.

Tugging at his pants I smoothly commanded: “Take them off for me”. 

I sat back on my heels as I watched him stand to full height and loosen his shoulders a bit before taking off his pants the rest of the way. I couldn’t help but bite my lip harshly as the suit pants made their way from encasing his legs to a mess on the floor. 

“Like that?” His voice was raspy and deep, and I found myself nodding slowly at the question. 

He chuckled lowly before getting on the bed, laying back against the pillows as I assumed my former position between his legs. I let my hands trail up his hips before dragging it down over his thighs, taking his briefs with me. I watched as he laid before me, completely naked and, from the way his teeth dug into the flesh of his lower lip, he was utterly desperate. I placed my hands on his thighs gently, the skin-to-skin contact making his jump slightly before he relaxed against the plush sheets, sinking his head back further into the pillow. He let out a whine that I didn’t expect to come from him as I slowly blew air on to the tip of his erection. 

“How is it? That the most powerful man in this business right now” I accentuated my words with a soft grip on his cock. 

He let out a drawn-out groan before I began speaking. 

“Is here at my beck and call?” My words were honeyed and definitely downplayed the honor I was receiving right now. 

To have this man before me in such a way was absolutely amazing, tempting in oh so many ways. Women would kill to be in my position and here I was, relishing in the moment. He leaned forward, a finger as light as a feather ghosting under my chin. 

“Did anyone ever tell you why women can bring down empires within minutes whereas it takes soldiers years to complete this feat?” His voice was soft, sweet and concerned as he watches me.

He was the only man to ever look directly in my eyes when speaking in such a soft tone and I felt my inner resolve melt within the shell of my power. 

“If you want your answer, take me as an example. I’m willing to let you ruin both me and the business I built all because I can’t get you out of my head. I let you have my power. Is that not an answer enough?” He spoke softly, tucking a loc of hair behind my ear before he continued. 

“Ever since I saw you on that runway, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no to anything you asked of me”. 

In an exhale of breath, I found myself within the cathedral that his words built for me. I could do nothing else but crawl over his body slowly, letting my hands rest on either side of his shoulders as he slowly reclined to allow my actions. He tangled his hand in my hair, cradling the back of my head as he pulled my lips to his in a soft sensual meeting. And meet they did; Over and over and over again. When he pulled away, his heavy breathing mingled with mine in a soft lullaby.

“Skip the foreplay angel. Please” his words were a plea, high and whiny as I considered his wants. 

He pushed my hair aside with his nose, nuzzling into the skin of my neck before placing kisses there again and again. My body shivers and I feel my resolve dissolve into nothing, the need for control and an ego boost lowering as my need for pleasure increases. 

“Come on. I let you torture me for almost an hour now "His arms lock around my waist, tightly.

I found the weight of his arms aided by my increasing need pulling me down onto him. The tip of his cock brushes back and forth against my wetness. His moan mingles with mine. 

“You’re dripping”

His gaze trails downward as his hands find my lower back. I adjust my legs so I can straddle him comfortably as his eyes bore into mine. 

“Please, fucking please” He rasps, his hand leaving my back to rest on the back of my neck. 

“Just sink down angel. You can’t tell me you’re not imagining how good it would feel” he brushes my hair away from my neck, holding it back as he brings me closer, our lips nearly touching. 

His swollen tip brushes against my wetness again, and I let out a pitiful whine. He kisses me, swift as the wind. His tip slips in ever so slightly; Just enough for my moans to tumble into our kiss. He lets out one of his own before breaking the kiss, pulling the tip back out. 

“I’m begging you my love” He whined once more, the nickname setting a fire ablaze in the pit of my stomach. The words were out of my mouth in a whoosh of breath before I could stop them.

“Beg for me”.

He sat up straight, his arms curling around my body as he kissed my lips once. 

“Please” Another kiss.

“Please” Another, longer kiss. 

“For the love of fucking God, please” He gave my hair a gentle tug before he was back to speaking. 

“Just- “.

Whatever he was about to say, was of no use. I cut him off by sinking down on to him slowly, almost completely sure I wouldn’t be able to handle another one of his pleas. He lets out a choked moan, gripping onto my waist tightly as he pushes his head back against the pillow, his hair sprawling out against the silk. I had never seen him look so sexy before. He’s all I can think of as I coax my body to take all of him. When I’m finally at the base, I trail my hands down his chest, my nails grazing his nipples ever so slightly before I lift up slowly and sink down experimentally. I let out a low, high-pitched whine as he brushed against my g-spot. I braced my hands against his abs and rolled my hips. Sucking in air between my lips, I let out a low breath of his name. 

“Do that again” he spoke while rolling his hips from beneath me.

The way he rolled his hips caused his cock to shift within me, causing me to let out another high-pitched moan. His thickness was something to get used to.

“Ooh, what was that?” He was clearly amused. 

I could do nothing but grab onto his shoulders, my nails digging into the skin as I dropped my head onto his shoulders. I whine for him pitifully, begging him to hit there again. 

“Did I find something?” On the word “find” he gave a particularly deep thrust, the slow stretch of him filling me causing my breath to come out in pants. Lifting up slightly, he places his lips directly next to my ear.

“How do you want it?”.

His question caused me to roll my hips on instinct, his hands holding them still as he let out a hiss followed by a breathy dark chuckle. 

“I asked you something, Angel. Allow me to apologize for prancing around with her, properly” he spoke slowly, peppering kisses across my chest as he awaited my answer.

I was definitely not prepared for the harsh thrust he gave. I yelped but he paid it no mind as he continued his harsh thrusts. His pace wasn’t fast, but his movements were as fluid as they were powerful. 

“Taemin”.

He only chuckled adorably before he let his hands wander back to my waist.

“Since you can’t seem to tell me, I’ll just fuck you how I would like to”. 

Your nails are on his shoulders. He hisses at the pain. 

“Fuck you like how I’ve been dreaming of since the day I saw you”.

“Taemin” His name is a deep moan, and his pace quickens when he hears it. 

“Yes?” 

You kiss his collarbone, sucking lightly.

“Grind down on it. Show me how much you want me” he grunts, as he rolls his hips.

I took a moment to look down at him, whining with pleasure as he continued. Gripping his hands and pinning them down to the bed in a surge of aggression, I raise up slightly before letting myself sink down onto him slowly. He only smirks at me, eyes dancing with amusement as he watches me. 

“Funny. Now that you’re filled up you can’t speak” He teased, his fingers sliding down my body with the very clear intention of my clit.

“You know what?” He whispers just as his fingers get to my clit. 

“Hmm?” I sound nearly lost in my own pleasure.

His finger circles the pearl gently, again and again without seeming to tire.

“I think I like you better like this”. 

“What I don’t like, is the games you’re playing with me” He huffs before burying his head in my chest, his hips begin to move faster.

His breathing became harsh, mingled in with my moans as he decided to take the matter into his own hands. 

“I have no idea what you fucking want” The last word being a drawn-out moan as he slams into me, his finger still circling my pearl ever so gently. The moans are falling from my lips with reckless abandon; I can not stop myself. 

“Can you just tell me. What. You. Fucking. Want” Those four words are punctuated with thrusts, each harder than the last. I have no thoughts in my head aside from Taemin, moving in and out of me. 

“I- I want, shit. I want -oh my god, Taemin” His slow thrusts become impatient and slightly rougher as I speak. 

He let out a low hiss before tangling his hand in my hair and pulling me to his lips. The kiss was messy and wet but oh so satisfying. 

“You want what?” He asked breathlessly, harshly, giving me a slow quick kiss as his hips picked up speed. His fingers begin to circle faster. I barely have time to respond. His hips were showing his loss of control and all I could think was “More”. 

“Huh? What do you want?” He asked, his desperation as apparent as his grip on my hips.

“I want more, Taemin” I felt the candid plea leave my lips before I could stop it. 

“Do you really?” He asked in between kisses planted on my neck. 

I could only nod against him as an answer. In a quick second, I was on my back, Taemin in between my legs as he watched me from his place above me.

 “Are you going to let me have you?” He asked, wet hair falling into his eyes as his stare changed dramatically.

He wanted me to say that I wanted him and, with my need to make him beg diminished, I obliged happily. I brought my hands underneath my thigh, raising them and presenting myself before him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he spreads my thighs further, kissing the skin on both before slithering up my body as his cock brushed against my sensitive clit, causing me to let out a slight yelp. 

“Show me how to tease you” He whispers in my ear. 

And I am so cock drunk that I actually do it. 

I grip his erection; He hisses and my bottom lip is taken between my teeth as I realize the stickiness of it was because of me and me alone. 

I brush his sensitive head against my equally sensitive clit and the feel of hot skin there, electrifies me. I’m barely able to keep up the instruction as the sensation does what is intended; Taemin leaves nothing to chance though. He takes over quickly, seemingly relishing in the way I squirm and move all around his tip as he overstimulates me. 

“Sh sh shh” He shushed my whines 

He grabs my jaw gently, even sweetly as our gazes connect. It was like that for a moment before he plunged in deep. The pleasure was overwhelming; Ahigh pitched moan escapes me. He grips my thighs, moving in and out of me at a slow sensual pace. He let out a low pleasure filled ‘hmm’ before placing more of his weight against me as he moved his hips expertly.

“Who knew you could be such a good girl” He cooed, brushing my hair back as he thrust in again with more force.

I felt my hands grip at his back, my nails dragging down as his hiss combined with my moans.

“Fuck” he grunts, gripping my hips so to still them for a moment, sitting back on his heels. 

Pushing his hair back with one hand, he watched me with a stare that I recognized from before, not that it was ever directed at me. 

“I really tried angel. I tried to be a gentleman for you. I waited, I let you tease me, but I just don’t have it in me anymore”.

I felt my eyes widen at his words before I scan his gorgeous, slightly sweaty body. 

“Then don’t” His gaze flickered to mine for reassurance.

My palms frame his face. I kiss his lips quickly and I feel him pulse inside me. 

“You’ve already sinned today. What’s once more?” My voice was low, fucked out and seemed to have the effect I wanted. 

He gripped my hips and took no time in pushing as deep as he could go. I found a few choked moans leaving my throat as he pounded away, his breathy moans telling me all I needed to know about how he was feeling. I let out a whine of his name and he only increased his speed.

“Feels good?” He asked breathlessly.

I barely got the words “so fucking good” out as he let out a shuddering moan.

“I need to be deeper” He gave me one last kiss before, in a quick moment, he flips me over and covers me with his body. 

He whispers in my ear “Put me back in”.

It’s as if I already know where to grab and I’m helping him slide in. His moans and mine are a symphony. His hips move fast, and I feel my arms buckle. I let myself sink into the bed, raising my hips and ass, something Taemin seemed to go wild over. He grips my hips and slams into me again and again, hitting my g-spot over and over. 

I’m whining, moaning, pleading and anything else you can think of as I cry for Taemin. 

He leans down. 

“Go ahead, sing for me baby”. 

His fingers sneak down between my body and the bed to go back to my sensitive pearl. 

I felt my body shuddering with a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“You’re gonna cum on my dick, aren’t you? Go on, cum on my cock”. 

With a mantra of his name, I felt overwhelming pleasure, white hot, coursing through my veins. He chanted the word ‘shit’ as a breathless, sexy mantra, hooking an arm underneath my belly and keeping me close. He fucks me through my orgasm, and I can’t stop the way my body clenches around him. He lets out a few light, orgasm inducing “ah’s” before he buries his face in the crook of my neck and comes with a low, shuddering moan that causes pleasure to shoot up my spine. 

When we’re finally able to calm down, we end up in a comfortable spooning position. I feel his breath stabilize against my back. His arms wound around my body in a tight embrace, and he presses a kiss to my hair. 

“Rest angel. You’re going to need it for the morning”.

I chuckle. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”.

Snuggling in, he answers me in a low, sleepy voice. 

“It means I’m not finished with you”.

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Smile Fuck For The Cameras

I wrote this about a few months ago, I just didn’t know when to post it, this is for all the Taemin stans! Enjoy ❤️

Pornstar!Taemin x Pornstar!Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Pornstar scenes, heavy makeout, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, slight nipple play, cumplay, cumshot, oral (male and female receiving)

“(Y/n)! We need you on set!” The director yelled. “She’s ready!” Your makeup artist yelled back. You began to walk onto the set, your normal outfit was nothing more than a red crop top, really high shorts, and red vans. As you stood beside the director, you looked at the set, it was a pretty normal house that the production team rented for this shoot. The first scene started in the kitchen, then went to the bedroom were you would create the scenes with your costar Taemin.

You were a new porn actress and this was your first real scene, you started out as a cam-girl before you were offered to do real scenes. Taemin was in the industry longer than you, three years actually. With his beautiful face, perfect body, and big dick, he was a shoe in for being named one of the hottest male pornstars. It made you a bit nervous being with someone so experienced while you didn’t really have any. Without any second thought, the director called Taemin and Seulgi onto the set.

“Taemin! Seulgi!” He yelled. Soon after, the two finally scurried towards the set. You all greeted each other, trying to be more comfortable, then Taemin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he bit his plump lip, his eyes practically undressing you with his eyes.

“Okay, let’s get this started, try to remember your lines, we’ll start in the kitchen with Seulgi and (Y/n), and Taemin comes in when it’s his cue. Remember (Y/n) you’re Seulgi’s best friend, Taemin you’re Seulgi’s new stepbrother, now everyone into position.” The director commanded. The description was pretty basic, Seulgi and Taemin were step siblings and you were Seulgi’s best friend who Taemin takes interest in. Besides the cringy lines, it was a pretty standard and simple porn shoot, and a great way to get your name into the industry. As you and Seulgi stood in the kitchen, Taemin waited in the hallway for his cue, everything was in place and ready to be filmed.

“Ready, Action!” The director yelled.

“Have you ever thought about getting your boobs done?” Seulgi asked you. “I have, I don’t know, but I wouldn’t want them to be bigger than a D cup, but it would be interesting to try them out.” You giggled. “Anyways, how’s life?” You asked. “It’s actually going good as long as I don’t run into my stepbrother.” Seulgi rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, he’s not that bad is he?” “Not that bad, he act’s like he owns the place, he eats all the food, plays his music all night, and he once fucked some girl and she was so loud I couldn’t get any sleep.” Seulgi complains. “I mean I understand, your brother’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” You smirked. “Eww, he’s not cute, I can’t believe you said that.” “Yeah okay, but you only see him this way because he’s your step brother.” You replied. “Nope even if he wasn’t, never in a million years would I consider Taemin attractive.” She said in disgust. On cue, Taemin walks in to position.

“Hey creature, hey (Y/n).” He said referring to you and Seulgi. “Fuck you.” Seulgi said. “Hey Taemin.” You smiled. “What are you guys talking about?” Taemin asked. “Stuff that doesn’t concern you whatsoever, besides you don’t want to hear us talk about girl stuff.” Seulgi responded. “Whatever, I’m sure (Y/n) would like my company.” He said sitting down next to you at the island. “You look nice today.” Taemin said pinching your side. “Thank you, you look good too.” You smiled. “Ugh, (Y/n) you don’t have to be nice to him, he doesn’t deserve it.” Seulgi said glaring. “You know I think this kitchen would be much more lively if it didn’t have your attitude in it.” Taemin replied. “Whatever, I have to go to the store and pick some groceries up since you ate them all, please be nice and keep (Y/n) comfortable while I’m gone meaning don’t bother her.” Seulgi spoke. “Please, she’s in good hands.” Taemin replied pulling you into a side hug, his hand just above your ass. Seulgi nods before exiting the house heading to the store.

“Thank God she’s gone.” Taemin said. “Why do you both have to bicker so much?” You asked giggling. “Maybe because we’re both fighting for your attention.” He suggests. “What? No, you are both good friends of mine.” You replied standing up to go to the fridge for water. “Oh please, Seulgi can’t stand to see you with me she hates when you’re attention is on me.” He spoke. “Well you are an interesting person.” You commented. Taemin bit his lip looking at you bending down in the fridge for a water bottle, your ass hanging out of your shorts. He moved closer to you cornering you at the fridge. As you stood up with the water in your hand you were shocked to see Taemin standing right behind you. “Well if Seulgi would let me near you, I could show you how interesting I can really be.” Taemin smirked. “Well, Seulgi’s not here is she?” You asked drinking some of your water. “You’re right she’s not, so I guess she can’t stop me doing this.” Taemin took the water from your hand before placing it on the counter and smashing his lips into yours.

The kiss made you melt, his plump lips were perfect for kissing. His hands were set on your waist before the quickly moved to your ass. Your hands were still placed against the counter as he trapped you in with his body. Taemin pushed his tongue into your tongue dominating you already. He explored your mouth as you were both getting turned on from each other. He pulled away biting your lip slightly staring into your eyes.

“Fuck me.” You whined. Taemin nodded picking you up and carrying you upstairs to his room. Finally in the large room with the king sized bed in the middle, Taemin threw you on the bed as you kicked off your shoes ready to have sex with him. He began to kiss your neck before going back up to your lips giving you small pecks teasing you. Taemin moved his hands to feel you through your top, you wore no bra so you could easily feel his thumbs swiping over your now hardened nipples. Taemin began to reach for the end of your top pulling it over your head as he now saw your bare breasts on display for him.

“Such pretty tits baby.” He smirked before using his thumb and index finger to tug on the hardened nipple. He bent down and took your other one into his mouth causing you to mewl. He looked up at you as his tongue and fingers pleased your nipples in a satisfying way. The tugs, nibbles, and licks were sending shockwaves to your core. Your hands flew to his hair as he switched to your other nipple, giving it some attention as well. Taemin sat up, giving a full view the large bulge that stood to attention in his pants. You pushed Taemin down, switching positions as you climbed on top of Taemin, grinding down on his bulge making him issue a groan.

“Fuck.” Taemin panted as you swiveled your hips on his, you leaned down to kiss him once more before you moved down to the front of the bed and undid his jeans, as soon as you did, his cock sprung up, and your eyes were wide. He was even bigger in person than what you’ve seen him do on the screen. “Fuck so big.” You said. You took his hard cock into your hands. You pumped him softly, Taemin groaned, and as soon as you heard that reply, you went ahead and took him into your mouth.

Taemin let out a huge groan as he felt your mouth wrap around his cock, you enjoyed the feeling of having him in your mouth. You were so focused on sucking him off, you literally forgot there were cameras filming you two, you were pretty much drunk off of his dick.

You continued to suck him off, taking more of him in your mouth, Taemin’s moans got louder each time you moved your head down. You started to move your hand up and down faster, matching it with your mouth, once you did that, you looked up at Taemin’s reactions, he looked really hot, you could see why he was so popular in the industry, his sounds and expressions were so sexy.

You started to use your free hand to massage his balls, making him pull your hair a little harder, his cock began to twitch in your mouth, signaling that he was ready to release. You continued to suck on him more, you hallowed out your cheeks, and as soon as you did that Taemin began to cum in your mouth. His cum going down your throat, his groans and pants got you so wet you didn’t even know how to explain it. Once he finished, you sat back up, your eyes locked with his, as you showed your face to him, sticking your tongue out while it was covered with his cum, the camera getting a perfect angle of it as you did so.

Soon after, you swallowed his cum, the thick liquid, giving you a warm feeling as it went down your throat. Taemin didn’t give you enough time to gather yourself before he pushed you down again, pulling down your shorts showing your glistening wet pussy. Taemin licked his lips before diving in immediately, licking your pussy from your slit up to your clit. He continued this action two more times before latching his mouth to your sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. Taemin sucked on your clit as if he was a starved man, your body quivering at the cold room and the harsh sucking of Taemin’s tongue. So many Pornstars that you talked to before had said that he had a magic tongue, and they were right. You could feel every part of his talented tongue moving around, your lips quivering at how good it feels.

Taemin then moved his tongue to lick all over the insides of your pussy, spelling his name into your clit, before slowly licking down to your entrance before he pushed his wet muscle into you. “Uh right there!” You whimpered. Taemin took heed of your reaction and moved his tongue in and out of you, the camera getting a close up of the action. You were super close, you gripped onto Taemin’s hair as he continued to tongue fuck you, the camera panned to your face as you began to grind on his tongue making Taemin groan into you. In an instant, you threw yourself over the edge, releasing on Taemin’s tongue.

Taemin moaned into your pussy as you came, your eyes closed as your body shook, moaning out loud. Taemin held your hips down as you came, not wanting you to shake too much as he cleaned your juices that you created from said arousal. As you calmed down, Taemin cleaned the rest of your juices before he sat back up, hovering over you to kiss your lips.

“Fuck me, Seulgi will be here any second.” You begged. Taemin nodded his head before removing his shirt, you stared hard at his solid abs before he quickly pulled you on top of him. You lined yourself up with his cock before slowly sitting down as his cock stretched you out.

“Fuck!” You whined. Taemin’s cock stretched you out as you slowly began to move up and down on it. You whined and whimpers where music to his ears as tried to get Taemin and yourself off. He was really big and you could feel every inch of him inside you. His hands fondled your breasts as he pinched your nipples sending shock waves to your pussy. You were determined to cum, wanting to make sure your pussy was well taken care of before Seulgi came back and you would end up loosing all the feeling and attention your pussy was receiving.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, you’re so desperate to get off aren’t you? You don’t want my sister; your best friend to know what we’re doing? You don’t want her to see how much of a slut you are for my cock?” Taemin said in his smooth voice. His moans and grunts were already doing enough to you, but to also add in dirty talk, that could make you cum in an instant.

“Ahh, Taemin!” You squealed when Taemin began to thrust up into you, loving how your juices flowed down on his cock. His hands snaked down from your waist to your ass, smacking the smooth skin as you ground your hips into his trying to chase your high. All of a sudden, Taemin flipped you over, his dick never leaving your pussy as he began to thrust into you again, this time with brutal force.

“Shit!” You panted. Taemin brought your leg up to his shoulder to pound into you harder. This new found angle was enough to send you wailing as he found your g-spot as he dwelled harder into you. “Fuck right there!” You mewled. Taemin smirked as he threw his head back, eyes closed as he was near his peak, sweat coated his chest and forehead as he glistened in the room. The more you watched Taemin, the more you realized that your orgasm was near.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum!” You exclaimed. His thrusts never stopped, his hips just sent you into a frenzy as you moaned loudly, releasing on his dick, you cried out his name as you released on his cock, your head thrown back as your orgasm washed over you finally past your peak. Taemin was close as well, his moans became more longing as he continued to thrust, sending you into overstimulation. He watched how your tits bounced at his thrusts and was close and ready to cum inside you until he had an idea.

“Can I cum on your face?” He questioned. With no hesitation you nodded your head yes making Taemin eagerly pull out of you and you swiftly got down on your knees. Taemin leaned over you as you put him to your mouth one last time time, tasting your juices on his cock. As you took him out of your mouth, Taemin began to jerk his cock in front of you, eyes lulling back as he pumped his cock fast. You looked up at him with doe eyes as he groaned wanting to cum. You moved your hand to his thigh, inching it further to his pelvis, with the slight rub of his balls Taemin released his hot cum against your face.

Your eyes were shut, and you could only rely on your other senses to describe the moment. Taemin’s moans were music your ears as he released his cum right on your face, some of his cum leaked to your lips, and you had no hesitation whatsoever to lick you cum stained lips tasting his cum quickly. Taemin saw your face and was instantly aroused. His cum moved quickly as it stained your tits dripping down on the plump flesh.

As you wiped the cum away from your eye, you open them taking in Taemin’s stance. His eyes were still lustful, and his cock still rock hard as he saw most of your face and chest stained with cum, as he pulled you up he instantly went in for a kiss, his cock pressing against your sensitive pussy making you whine. “I wanna fuck you again.” Taemin said, but as soon as you were ready to pounce on him, Seulgi walked in.

“Hey guys, I’m- what the fuck!?” She exclaimed, making both of you turn around looking guilty as ever. “Remind to never leave the two of you alone again!” She said as she stormed off not wanting to look at the two of you naked and covered in Taemin’s release.

“And cut!” The crew clapped as the scene ended. The stylist gave you and Taemin robes to cover your bodies, and a wet towel to wipe your face and chest. “That was really great! You guys take a fifteen, and after that I’ll let you see the footage.” The director said. You and Taemin walked back to where the dressing rooms are talking about the scene.

“You were great.” You said. “Thanks it really means a lot, you were awesome too.” He replied. “Yeah, but not as good as me, especially when you came up with that “I wanna fuck you again” line, that wasn’t even in the script, and delivered it perfectly!” You praised. “Well of course, that’s because I really wanna fuck you again.” He explained, the deepness in his voice was very arousing, he definitely not lying or joking, and it was enough to have you wet again in an instant. Barking up the courage, you gave him an idea.

“Come to my dressing room and show me how much you wanna fuck me again.” You smirked. Taemin smirked back, eyes filled with lust again as he answered. “I’d be happy to.” He said as you both quickly ran into your dressing room.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Are You Trying To Seduce Me? - Lee Taemin

W/C: 4.2K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Are you trying to seduce me?” + “I don’t have to be inside you to make you feel good…”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, nicknames, pool side sex, breast play, nipple sucking, nipple licking, marking, clit stimulation, fingering, oral (female receiving), teasing, begging, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), overstimulation, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You watch as Taemin exits the house he had rented for a week for the both of you, he was wearing his swim shorts while you were already in the pool, completely submerged in the water, only your head wasn’t submerged, and he had no idea about the swimwear you had bought right before you left for the vacation. He sits down on one of the tanning chairs and looks in your direction, a smile forms on his lips as he sees you looking at him.

“Is the water good?” He asks. You nod your head and swim towards the shallow part of the pool before making your way towards the stairs. You step out of the pool, keeping your eyes on him as you do, and watch as his eyes widen once he sees what you had chosen to wear. Your skin glistens in the sun as the water rolls down your body. “Shit… Are you trying to seduce me?” You make your way towards him and stop right in front of him, blowing the sun from shining directly not him.

“Well, that’s up to you to decide,” You say. He reaches out for you and you take a step back. “Wait, wait, what do you think of it?” You slowly turn around, letting him see everything of the swimsuit before you turned back to face him with a smile on your lips, you watch as his eyes darken and his jaw tensing.

“I think… I don’t have to be inside you to make you feel good…” He says in a low tone that caused your stomach to drop and twist. “Because fuck, the swimsuit is a bonus, but you, right now, I want to make you cum over and over again with my fingers, my mouth, both, until you’re begging for me to be inside you,” You swallow as you feel your insides twisting into a knot. “Do you want that?” You nod your head and watch as he stands from the tanning chair. He reaches out and grips your hips, pulling you against him before his lips crashed against you.

Your lips move with his, and you feel his hands sliding up your sides before they move over your back and pull at the strings of your top, his tongue slides against your lips, and you part yours to let him slip it between your lips. Your hands move to his waist and grip onto his swim shorts as you feel his tongue sliding over your tongue before moving over the roof of your mouth, your breathing was becoming harder, and it started to feel like you were running out of air. You could feel yourself growing wet the longer the kiss went on, the more you feel his hands on you as he pulls the top away from you.

“Ohh, fuck, this is a dream, I swear,” He mutters as he finally breaks away from the kiss. Your lips felt swollen, and you felt strings of saliva breaking off against your chin. “Don’t wake me if it is,” His lips press against your neck, and he sloppily kisses his way down to your chest, leaving a wet trail down your neck. His tongue flattens against your breast, and he licks around your nipple before licking a stripe towards your other nipple before taking the bud in his mouth.

“Shit, Tae…” You moan and reach up with one hand to grip the back of his head. “Fuck…” You could feel yourself growing wetter as the seconds tick by. He cups your boob and uses his thumb to rub around your nipple, making you feel it harden as you feel some parts of his nail also moving against the bud, which seems to be adding to the pleasure that was going through you. “Min… fuck, oh…” Your skin heats up, and you could feel sweat mixing in with the water droplets. “Hmm, oh…” Your fingers massage into his scalp as you feel him pull your nipple with his lips while rolling the other one between his fingers. “Fuck, fuck… Taemin…” He tugs on your nipple with his fingers, and you swore you felt the knot inside you getting tugged on as well.

“Fuck, ohh, my fucking fuck,” You breathe out. Your skin felt flushed, and you could feel your arousal starting to slip past your folds and soak into your bottoms. “Oh, my fucking…” You twist your fingers into his swim shorts and grip onto them tightly. You could feel some type of shock going down to your pussy as he keeps sucking and pulling on your nipple, you swear if he kept it up, you would cum right then and there from the pleasure you were feeling. He pulls away from your nipple with a soft popping sound and moves his hands to grip your hips.

“The little sounds you’re making, fuck, I’m getting hard,” He mutters as he takes a step back, pulling you with him, before he sits down on the tanning chair. He leans forward and presses his lips against the centre of your stomach and slowly kisses his way down, while his fingers dip into the elastic of your bottoms and push them down. His lips travel lower before pausing when he reaches the crease of your hip and begins to suck on the spot.

“Taemin, oh, my fucking fuck,” You mutter as you feel another sensation go through you. Your bottoms fall around your ankles and you step out of them carefully before pushing them aside with your foot. His hands press against your thighs and slowly moves to the inside of them as he slides his hands upwards. You step your legs apart to give him more access to your pussy before his hands pause inches away from touching it. “Fuck, Min… shit, really…” He pulls away from the crease of your hips and looks up at you as he moves to the other side. “Fuck, you’re such a tease,” He smirks at you before his lips attach to your skin and another mark is sucked into you.

“Taemin…” You moan as you feel his hands massaging into your inner thighs, you could feel your folds gently getting pulled by the action, and you knew that your arousal was now slipping past your folds with how wet you were. “Fuck, please, touch me…” He slides his hand higher, and you feel his fingers brush along your folds, feeling your juices that coated your outer folds.

“Ohh, fuck, you’re soaking wet, sweetheart,” He mutters against the crease of your hip. He softly kisses the spot before pulling away from it. “Did all my touches do that to you?” You could hear the teasing tone in his voice as he spoke.

“You know it did,” You mutter. He slides his fingers along your folds, spreading your juices more along them, before you heard a squelching sound as he pulls them apart. “Ohh, fuck…” He could see your chest rising and falling as you were taking in several deep breaths.

“It makes me so glad to know I have this effect on you, baby,” He says. His fingers slip past your folds and press against your inner folds before slowly sliding along your pussy. You could hear your wetness sloshing as he drags his fingers through it. “Just hearing how wet you were, I just want to bury myself inside you,” His fingers reach your clit, and he slowly rubs over the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” You gasp as your body jolts and shockwaves go up your spine. “Tae… Fuck, Taemin,” His fingers slowly slide over the nub, and you could feel the tension growing inside you, getting tighter and bigger. Your lids flutter before they completely shut at the blissful feeling going through your veins, you couldn’t even describe how it felt. “Min… Min…” You feel two of his fingers sliding along the side of your clit before you felt him roll the bundle of nerves between his fingers. “Ohh, fuck, fuck,” You could feel your legs wanting to twitch and your knees wanting to bend as the feeling goes down them. “Shit…”

“Tell me if you feel like you’re going to fall,” He says. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself when I’m trying to make you feel so good,” You feel him roll the nub between his fingers again, and it took everything inside you to keep standing as you felt a jolt going down your legs again. “You just look so good… fuck,” He tugs on the bundle of nerves before releasing it and pressing his fingers against it again.

“Miiinnnnn,” You whine as you feel him rubbing figure eights over it. “Fuck, it’s so good…” You could feel your high creeping closer and closer, your skin was heating up even more, and you could feel your legs wanting to give out underneath you. “Min…” He presses down hard against your clit, making your back arch and your head fall back. “FUCK, Taemin, fuck…” He slides his fingers away from your clit, and you could feel them getting closer to your entrance. “Taemin, oh, fuck…” You feel him slip two digits inside you, the loud sucking sound of your wetness goes through the air as his fingers easily slip into you.

“Fuck, you’re so soaked, you can easily take three fingers,” He says. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, making you feel just how wet you were. “Let’s see if you can,” You feel a third digit slipping into you and his fingers move slightly faster. “Fuck, you really can.”

“Fuck, Taemin, oh, fucking…” You moan and curl your toes into the ground. Sweat mixes in with the pool water dripping down your press. “Ohh, my fuck…” You could see specs of dust forming behind your lids as you were nearing your high. “Taemin, T-Taemin…” You could feel a tingling sensation going up your spine and your legs threatening to collapse beneath you. “SHIT!” He had pressed the heel of his palm against your clit and rubbed against your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you tug on it, pulling his head backwards as you were inching closer to your high. “Fuck, Taemin…”

“TAEMIN!” You suddenly cry out as you feel the tension snapping inside you. You bring your other hand to his shoulders to grip him and lean forward as you go through your high, your mind felt like it was floating through the clouds as ecstasy goes through your body. “TAEMIN, OH, MY FUCK!” You were in absolute bliss. His fingers rapidly pump in and out of you to get you through your high, and he could see your legs shaking. “FUCK, SO GOOD, OH, MY FUCKING!” You could feel the feeling slowly begin to subside as you begin to come down from the high, his fingers disappearing from inside you along with the heel of his palm against your clit. “Fuck… Min…”

Your hand releases his shoulder and his hair as you feel him lean backwards, you slowly open your eyes and watch as he gets up from the tanning chair with a towel in his hand. He moves past you, and you hear the sound of the towel being thrown open before you felt his hands on your hips and his warmth pressing against your back, making you lean right into it.

“Come, lay down,” He mutters into your ear, and gently kisses the back of your neck. You slowly turn around and move towards the towel, and carefully lay down with help from him. Once you were laying on the towel, he moves back towards the tanning chairs and grabs one of the pillows that were on it. “Lift those pretty hips for me,” You bend your knees and press your feet into the ground and lift your hips, and he positions the pillow underneath them to elevate them slightly. “Good girl,” He moves between your legs, and settles on his knees between them. You feel his fingers spread your folds before you feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs.

“Tae… Tae… Taaaeee,” You whine as you feel his hot breath against your folds. “Oh, fucking, shit…” His tongue presses against your pussy, and you feel him licking a stripe upwards along it until he reaches your clit and slowly licks over the bundle of nerves. “TAEMIN!” You could feel your legs shaking and your toes already curling into the towel. “FUCK!” You press your knees together, pushing his head even more against your pussy as they press against the side of his head. “Fuck, fuck,” His arms wrap around your thighs and his hands grip onto them firmly as he licks back down your pussy and towards your slit.

“Fuck, Taemin…” You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as you hear him lapping at your juices and swallowing them as well. “Fuck, fuck… shit,” Your mind was spinning from everything you were feeling and experiencing with him. You feel his tongue brushing against your entrance as he laps at your arousal. “Fuck… fuck,” Your hips slightly bucking each time as you felt his warm tongue against your slit. You feel his nose brushing against your clit and feel his hot breath blowing against your pussy before his tongue was sliding back to your clit.

“TAEMIN!” You reach down and grip his hair, twisting his locks around your fingers as you do. You could hear him breathing loudly against your mound as his tongue reaches your clit. “Fuck, oh, my fucking… shit, T-Taemin,” His lips wrap around your clit and you feel your muscles tensing. “Taemin, Oh, my fuck, I’m gonna… Taemin, Tae-Taemin,” You stutter out as you feel him sucking on the bundle of nerves. You feel the tip of his tongue pressing against your clit before feeling him play with it. “Ohh, my fucking… Taemin, shit, that feels so… ohhh, my fuck,” You could feel a hot tingling feeling slowly going up your legs and towards the knot that was building inside you again.

“Taaaeeemmiiiinnn,” You could feel your back sticking to the towel each time you arched it the slightest bit. You pull on his hair as you feel him begin to suck on the nub again, and it felt like he was sucking right at the knot of tension inside you. “Ohh, my fucking…” You turn your head from side to side as you feel pleasure pumping through your veins. “Fucking… FUCK!” You lift your hips and push your pussy against his face even more before you slowly lower them back against the pillow. “Taemin, it’s so good…” He releases your clit, and you feel his nose brush against your clit before you feel his tongue pushing against your slit. “Shit, fuck, shit…” Your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your shut lids as you feel him pushing his tongue inside you.

“FUCK, Taemin, oh, my fucking…” You cry out as you feel tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. “Fuck, I’m gonna… Taemin, I swear, I’m…” You feel his tongue move inside you, and you swear you felt your insides taking another dip as the tension inside you only gets tighter. “Fuck…” His nose rubs against your clit, and you could feel a slight stimulation from it as you see stars starting to form behind your lids. “Tae… I’m close…” His tongue dips in and out of you, making your walls clench involuntarily at the sensation. “Taemin… Taaeemmiiinnn,” He flattens his tongue against your pussy and licks a long, thick stripe along your pussy before reaching your clit again. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit… OH!” Your back arches and stars dance behind your lids as the tension inside you snaps once you felt the rough texture of his tongue reaching your clit.

“TAEMIN, OH, MY FUCKING!” You cry out in pleasure. You bring your free hand up to your face and grab onto your head for a second before you stretch it out above you. “FUCK, OH, MY FUCKING!” You could feel pleasure coursing through your entire body as it shakes with ecstasy. Your mind felt like it was flying high in the sky, while your body felt light for a few minutes. “FUCK, fuck, Taemin, oh, my fucking,” you were a blubbering mess as drool spills from the corner of your mouth and tears from your eyes. “Shit, FUCK, TAEMINNN!” You were just starting to come down from your high and your body was slowly starting to stop shaking when you felt him pushing three digits inside you, when had his hand released your thigh?

“TAEMIN, OH, MY FUCK!” You cry as you feel another orgasm immediately building as you feel his lips wrap around your clit. “FUCK, FUCK, TAEMIN!” Your mind felt mush from all the pleasure you were experiencing, “INSIDE, I WANT YOU INSIDE!” You weren’t sure how many more orgasms you could take or handle, and you just wanted to feel his cock inside you. “PLEASE, FUCK ME, I NEED YOU, FUCK!” You slam your hand against the towel before twisting the fabric between your fingers. “I WANT YOU INSIDE ME, FUCK, PLEASE, TAE!” Your upper body twists to the side from the pleasure going through you as you feel the tension inside you rapidly build. You weren’t going to last another minute.

“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, MIN!” You cry out as you pull at the towel and at his hair. “FUCK, PLEASE, I NEED YOU INSIDE ME, I WANT YOU INSIDE ME!” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded while begging for him, for his cock, you just needed him. “OHH, OHH UH, HMM!” You press your head harder against the ground as you feel another orgasm rip through your body, and your mind was thrown into the clouds while your body floats on cloud nine while shaking with ecstasy. “TAAAEEEMMMMIIINNN!” Your feet were starting to hurt from how long you’ve had your toes curled, your skin was completely soaked in sweat now.

He releases the bundle of nerves from his lips and lifts his head away from your pussy, your legs slowly relax as you pull your legs away from his head. He turns his head, and you feel a wet kiss being left behind on your inner thigh before you feel him leaving a trail towards your knee before he pulls his head away while licking his lips clean, and loudly too. He slides his fingers out from inside you, and you were quickly aware of how sensitive you were, and you were aware of the heartbeat thumping in your clit. His arm unwraps from around your thigh, and you feel his body heat disappear from between your legs, forcing you to release the grip you had on his hair.

“Tae…” You breathe out. You could hear the sound of fabric being removed and assumed he was removing his shorts while you were trying to catch your breath and gather your thoughts.

“Fuck, you’re a soaking mess, there,” He mutters. He wraps his hand around his cock and pumps his length a few times, spreading his arousal that’s been gathering at the tip of his cock over his girth. “Fuck… So hot, baby,” He moves back between your legs, and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper.

“Tae, I’m so fucking sensitive right now…” You mutter. Your heart was just starting to calm down, but you could feel it pick right back up again at his touch. “I’m gonna cum immediately when you push inside me,” He places his hands on your knees as he moves closer to you. “Tae…”

“I know, baby, I know,” He mumbles. You watch as he moves even closer to you, you feel his cock near your pussy, and he moves one of his hands to his cock. “I know, but I want to be inside you, do you want that?” He slowly slides his hand up and down along his length, he could already feel his balls tightening and knew he probably had too much fun making you come undone. “I won’t do it if you say no right now.”

“Hmpf, Taemin, fuck,” You mutter. “Fuck, I wanna feel you inside me,” Your body jolts as you feel him slide his cock between your folds, and slowly coat his member with your juices. “Tae-Taemin…” You feel the head of his cock push against your entrance and your muscles instantly tense up as you feel him starting to push. “Fuck, Fuck, Taemin!” You feel your legs starting to shake as his cock slides deeper into you.

“Ohh, uhmm, fuck, fuck, your walls…” He groans as he feels them clench around him. He pauses for a moment and lets you calm down before he pushes himself further into you. You feel a knot growing inside you, and you could only count down the seconds before your high would hit you again. He leans over you and presses his hands against the ground, and slowly continues pushing into you.

“FUCK, Taemin, Taemin…” You moan. You were sensitive and the way his cock was sliding along your walls and rubbing every spot inside you. “FUCK!” Your back aches and your hips buck upwards, causing his cock to push inside you with one quick movement and causing the tension inside you to snap. Your body shakes as you turn your head from side to side in absolute bliss. “TAEMIN!” Your mind felt completely mushed as you were going through another high. “FUCK, FUCKING!” The sound of your wetness was loud as he begins thrusting in and out of you, your moans and his groans mix in together.

“Fuck, you’re just… fuck,” He grunts out. Your inner thighs were soaked with your arousal as it splatters against them with each thrust he gives, he could feel his thighs becoming coated with your arousal as well. “Fuck… fuck, so good, hmm, you’re taking is so good, baby,” You swear you were just having orgasm after orgasm at this point, you weren’t even sure if you’d come down from your last high when you felt another crash into you.

“TAEMIN, OH, MY FUCK!” You cry out, pulling at the towel even more. You blindly reach out for him and manage to grab onto his biceps and squeeze down on it. “FUCK, FUCK!” You weren’t sure if you were able to handle it anymore, it started to feel like your pussy was growing numb. “TAEMIN!”

“I’m getting close,” He groans. “I waited too long, I’m gonna cum soon, baby,” He could feel his balls tightening even more. “Fuck… Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy as he was getting closer and closer to his release, that’s when you felt another high course through your veins, causing your entire body to stiffen.

“OH UH HMM FUCK!” You moan. You feel his hips falter against yours before he suddenly pauses against you, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck. He could feel your body shaking against his, but within just a few seconds, a release hits him and hot ropes of cum spill into you, filling your sopping hole. He keeps himself against you, forcing himself to not move as he comes undone above you. “FUCK, TAEMIN!” His stomach muscles twitch and pull as he goes through his orgasm. “Tae…” It becomes quiet between you both as you ascend from the highs you just had, your heart drumming loudly in your ears as you try to catch your breath and gather your mushed thoughts.

You could feel him breathing loudly against your neck, and you could hear it also, sweat coated his skin, and you could feel his skin sliding against yours each time either of you breathed. You felt completely spent and like you could sleep for days from everything that you’ve been through. You feel him slowly move away from you before you hear him groan as he sits upright on his knees. You slowly open your eyes and look at him as the sun shines down against his skin, making it glisten from the sweat coating him.

“Fuck, Taemin…” You mutter. You feel his cock sliding out from you, making you whimper and whine at the feeling, you feel your mixed releases spilling from you and spilling down your ass and onto the pillow, you were still on top of. You lift your hips slightly, and he pulls the pillow from you before you lay down, you extend your legs, and you let out a sigh.

“Let me go toss this in the washing room, and then bring a towel to clean you with,” He says. You only nod your head, your throat feeling sore from all the screaming you had done for him. He gets up from the ground and moves past you and into the house, it only took a few moments before he was back with a towel in and kneeling next to you and carefully cleaning your thighs. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Hmm…” You hum. He carefully moves high and slowly cleans your folds, you could hear the squelching sound coming from you as he does.

“Can you walk?” He asks. He pulls the towel away before looking towards the umbrella that was open. “Let me move the umbrella here, so you don’t get a worse sunburn,” Your eyes shut from tiredness, and you hear him pull the umbrella closer to you and moments later you feel the shade over you too. You feel a cool breeze blow against your skin as you begin to fall asleep. “Next time… We should do it inside.”

[mykoreanlove]

new heights

Back in the days Taemin used to date a lot of girls that were easy - easy to impress, easy to have and easy to manipulate.

They were infatuated with him, blatantly oblivious to his real character, solely obsessed with his idol persona.

He would toy with them, but none of them had what it took for him to fall in love.

He’d use them as he pleased.

Used them from the back, front, upside down, standing, sitting, in public or behind closed doors but it was always him asserting dominance, remaining in control.

Until you showed up.

Blowjobs were a risky thing for him, giving up control and letting you lead was terrifying to him.

Terrifyingly sexy.

„Baby, why are you on your knees?“

He was pushed against the wall, nowhere left to go. Taemin looked down and watched you, sat on your knees looking up to him, batting your lashes at him.

„Is that a problem, Tae Tae?“, you purred seductively.

He shook his head and watched your fingers glide over his legs - starting with the shins and going up to his thighs.

His heart started beating faster, suddenly he was hyper aware of the room‘s hotness.

Taemin placed his hands on your head, guiding you, trying to regain some control but you hissed at him instantly.

„Arms up, Taemin“, you commanded sternly.

He obliged, putting his arms up as if he had been caught by the police.

„Good boy“, you praised him proudly.

Your fingers traced further north, playing with the buttons on his pants. They were silver and cold to the touch.

You looked up at him again and asked innocently: „May I?“

God, how could he deny you?

Your beautiful eyes were glistening with desire, full of longing for him. He watched you lick your lips in anticipation, ready to devour him.

Taemin nodded silently, still pressed to the wall. He watched you unzip his pants and pull them down, admiring the impressive bulge that had formed underneath his boxers.

His heart was beating like a drum, his ears were ringing, he could hardly hear anything anymore.

Swiftly, you pulled down his boxers and were taken aback by his cock - massively throbbing for you.

„Fuck Taemin, it’s a shame you rarely let me give you head. Your cock is screaming for me, look at this.“, you mused.

In this moment he had to agree, giving up control more often may not be that bad after all.

You gave him one final look, batting your doll eyes at him before you took him all in, instantly moaning in pleasure.

Taemin‘s eyes rolled back, surrendering to this sensation.

You had trouble fitting all of him in your mouth but luckily you had hands to help, giving him a mixture of the wetness of your mouth and the force of your hands.

„Fuck“, he moaned under his breath.

You wanted this so badly, wanted to let him know how much you desired him.

His chest was heaving heavier, as he was already close.

„I want to touch you, y/n“, he whispered as he watched you from above.

You met his gaze and ignited an even bigger fire within him, seeing you sucking on his dick did a number on his ego.

Taemin lovingly placed his hands around your face, cupping you as you sucked harder.

You were good at this, oh absolutely, but it was not the touch of your plush lips around his cock or your tongue swirling around his glans or the poking against your throat, no, it were your eyes that drove him over the edge.

Your beautiful eyes that were filled with desire, longing and love for only him. Those eyes that never lied, always declaring the truth were the ones that made him cum in your mouth.

Taemin tasted heavenly, the perfect mixture of salty and sweet.

You sucked him off, garnering the last drop before you let go of him happily.

Before you could stand up he got down on his knees and crashed his lips onto yours, forcefully tasting himself on you.

„Thank you, baby“, he huffed out as he pressed his forehead against yours.

„For what?“

He chuckled sweetly.

„For taking me to new heights, y/n.“

[imaginidol]

Taemin: Scored

As requested. Please feel free to send in any requests!

Unbelievable, Taemin thinks to himself as he watches the television screen in front of him.

You had just scored your second goal for your team, putting you in the lead for the final of the Women’s World Cup.

Taemin’s eyes followed you across the screen as your team celebrated you, chanting their country’s name and pointing to your shirt number.

Your goal is replayed several times in slow motion. Taemin bit his bottom lip at the sight of your unbelievably accurate precision as you launched the ball swiftly under the goalie’s legs.

Damn, he searches the screen for your name, she's really thriving now...

Not more than two quick minutes had passed when the fanatic had found your profile again on Instagram, curiously scrolling through your posts one by one.

She even got prettier. How long ago did we break up...?

Taemin was so indulged into your profile that the loud interruption on screen caught him by surprise: the football narrator had announced the end of the game and declared your team as the official winner of this year’s Women’s World Cup.

Damn! Taemin’s attention focused back to the screen, very pleased and shocked at the final results. Two of those goals had been met by you.

Taemin looked back down to his phone screen, an idea sprouting in the back of his mind.

What if... what if I congratulated her?

It's not like she'll read it. But... it doesn't hurt to try, at least.

And so, Taemin decided to DM you for the first time in a long time, congratulating you and your team for your grand final, as well as to praise you highly for your performace.

Once the message was sent, he curiously looked over towards you again through the television screen, wondering....

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A couple weeks go by, and Taemin had forgotten about his DM altogether. He was sitting in his dressing room as his hairstylist was trimming the ends of his hair for an upcoming photoshoot.

The boy was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when suddenly an unfamiliar Instagram notification popped up.

He had received a new messagae... from you!

[New DM: Thank you for your kind words, Taemin. It's been so long since we've talked... I'm sorry I couldn't answer your message sooner. I've been busy since the final...]

Taemin smiled cheekily, biting his lower lip in wonder. He decided to respond.

[Taemin: That's okay, you should prioritize your career, anyway. Enjoy your win, you really deserve it...]

Your response came in much quicker this time.

[New DM: Thanks, Taemin. I hear you're touring right now, is that true?]

[Taemin: You still keep up with my activities? But yeah, I'm touring right now. About to head to Tokyo next weekend, actually]

[New DM: So I've heard. I was asking because I noticed your Tokyo dates align with my trip to Japan with my team... we're getting invited to interviews all over the world.]

Taemin gasped excitedly, feeling a small yank as his hairstylist re-positioned his head and told him not to move too much.

[Taemin: Oh that's great! If you accepted it, I'd love to invite you to my concert dates in Japan...]

[New DM: I'd wholeheartedly accept that invitation... :)]

And that was that, your first interaction since the breakup had finally happened.

It wasn't that bad. At least we weren't petty about anything...

Taemin couldn't help but smile at the pleasant surprise of texting you again, and how perfect it was that his concert date aligned with your Japan trip.

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Taemin fixes his mic as his team is finishing up their styling, preparing to set the artist off on stage for the long-awaited Tokyo show.

On stage, the lights finally dim and the familiar opening beat of WANT starts blasting throughout the venue.

He's still got it, you think to yourself from the floor seats he'd reserved especially for you. Cameras and eyes from fans were not only on his hot performance, but they were also on you.

[BREAKING: Women's World Cup Champion attends Taemin concert in Tokyo]

Your name was already plastered all over the internet again, this time followed by speculations of you and Taemin possibly getting back together. Some speculated you were still good friends, and you were simply supporting him whilst on your trip to Japan as it aligned perfectly with his show. Others suspected something more.

After the concert, you were privately escorted backstage where you could meet up with the concert artist of the night formally.

I can't believe it. I hope I look okay, you think as a bodyguard made your way to Taemin's dressing room.

When was the last time we even saw each other after our break up...?

You knock lightly at the door, and a couple seconds later a distantly familiar face opens it, smiling.

"Taemin?" you hear yourself say, voice shaking. Am I nervous...?

"It's so good to see you, please come in," he invites you inside. He offers you a few drinks and snacks as well as a seat on a couch.

"It's good to see you, too. You did amazing tonight, Tae," you smiled.

"Me? No, the one whose performance we should be talking about is yours at the final. I haven't stopped talking about it with my friends since that night," he excitedly responds.

"You're just being nice," you laugh.

"I'm being genuine," he smiles again.

I missed your smile, you think.

I missed your voice, he thinks as well.

You spend the next half-hour catching up the way two old friends would, noting that nothing awkward existed between you both since your breakup.

He then invited you for dinner, to which you lovingly accepted. You could feel a long-awaited rekindling friendship sprouting once again after many years of not interacting.

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It was both you and Taemin's last day in Japan, having shared two concert dates in Tokyo and now one in Osaka. You were set to leave for a football interview in Rome in two days, and Taemin was set to prepare for his next concert all the way in Beijing.

"Taemin," you begin that night's dinner conversation. It was rather quiet tonight between the two of you, probably because you both knew it'd be the last time you'd see each other, indefinitely.

"Yes?" he looks up from his wine glass.

"I've enjoyed... talking to you again. I've really enjoyed all these days I've spent with you. Thank you for... for being the one to reach out, first."

Taemin smiled, settling his glass down. "I can't thank you enough for the time we've gotten to spend together these last few days. It almost makes me really... upset... that it'll be the last time I see you."

Your eyes move towards the end of the table, noticing his hands fidget with his fork. He used to always fidget when he was nervous.

"What if... this wasn't the last time," you whisper slowly, your eyes searching his.

He looks up curiously, wanting to ask a thousand more questions, though the look in his eyes did it for him.

"I'm saying," you clear your throat again, "what if... there was a second chance?"

"Second chance?"

"Second chance... at us."

The boy's eyes brightened, but he didn't say a word.

You keep a prolonged moment of eye contact for a few seconds before he finally speaks up.

"You're suggesting," he begins, "that if you had a second chance to start over... you'd take it?"

You smile awkwardly, nodding in assurance.

"I think I would," you say.

He scoffs, but not in a rude way. More of like, in an I can't believe what I'm hearing sort of way.

"I think," he whispers quietly, "I would, too."

He smiles at you, reaching his hand across the table to take yours. You intertwine your fingers around his, feeling more secure in your decision of dating Taemin again this time than you had felt the last time.

Maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time it'll last... way more than just a year. Just as long as we find appropriate time to set aside for us and prioritize our relationship healthily, everything's going to be okay.

[marshmallow-phd]

Soft Purrs and Lip Pouts

Pairing: Taemin x Gender Neutral Reader

Request: @allofmyfeelsicanteven  Hello I would love to submit a request since you opened them! I don’t have anything in particular in mind but Taemin centric and maybe involving his cat? I love cats and kkoong is too cute. Maybe something simple and every day quiet kind of thing? Idk, take the idea and run with it, or jog, whichever lol

A/N: It’s very short but I hope you like it! 

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Strands of gray and white fur lofted through the air as if on invisible strings. Occasionally, one would drift near your nose, tickling the skin and threatening a sneeze. But your fingers still sailed over the soft surface, too addicted to the feeling to stop. 

Kkoong’s gentle purrs reverberated through your thighs. You smiled despite the fact that you were thirst and your legs were asleep. There was no moving from this spot, no disturbing of the content creature in your lap. There were things you should have been doing instead, but they didn’t feel as important. They could be saved until later. In the background, the TV hummed softly, the laughs of the variety show merely a low melody that had become too repetitive to really pay attention to the voices.  

The front door of the apartment clicked open. Kkoong’s ears perked up, but didn’t move beyond any other lazy muscle. A tired and still slightly damp Taemin walked in. He’d been so tired that he hadn’t even bothered to put on the house slippers after removing his scuffed and well worn tennis shoes just inside the hallway. 

“Hey,” you greeted, fingers still scratching between Kkoong’s ears. 

He greeted you back with a squishy smile and a head nod. When he reached down to say hello to his newest pet, the feisty cat swatted the different hand away. 

You giggled at Taemin’s growing pout. Leaning down, you whispered, “Good kitty.”

Taking the spot next to you on the couch, Taemin tried again and - again - Kkoong swatted at him. He gaped at you. “What did you do to her?”

Now thinking she wouldn’t be bothered, Kkoong settled back in your lap contently. Her tail curled around so it flickered near her closed eyes. You scratched the space near her chin. “What do you mean?”

“Why does she like you more than me now?”

You smiled cheekily. “She’s always liked me more.”

As if to confirm this, Kkoong gave a loud, happy purr. Taemin’s jaw went slack. Looking to you, he said, “You’re not allowed to come over anymore.”

“Oh, really?” Your eyebrows lifted high on your forehead. Then you challenged his declaration. “Okay, then. I was going to make dinner since you’d been at practice all day, but if you don’t want me here, then I’ll leave you to it. Just make sure that you remember to turn the stove off this time.” Standing up, you put a perturbed Kkoong on a surprised Taemin’s lap. He flinched at the cat’s outspread claws digging through his jeans. 

“Wait!” Taemin grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the couch, trapping you with his arms around your waist. Taemin stuck out his bottom lip in a way you had a hard time resisting. A smile twitched in the corners of your mouth. “Don’t go,” he whined. Was this man really one of the most popular entertainers in the country?

You laughed. There was no serious intention of leaving. He’d had a long day and the exhaustion was evident in his eyes. “You know she likes us both, right?”

That seemed to satisfy him. “Alright, she likes us both.”

Kkoong jumped up off of Taemin’s lap and climbed up to sit on the back of the couch, settling in a spot between your heads, tail swinging freely and tapping against your shoulder. You snuggled in closer to Taemin with a smile and a sigh. Then you sniffed. 

“You need a shower.”

[skzhocomments]

Hello can i request one where the reader and Taemin casually meet eachother in Paris, and they have flashbacks because the city was their last trip together before breakup? Thanks:)))

Hello! TYSM for submitting a request. I know it took some time, but I got to writing it, and I hope you will enjoy it!

Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Pairing: Lee Taemin (of SHINee) x Reader / OC (story is written in first person and no name is mentioned)

Genre: angst, romance, mature

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: mature, swearing, angst, explicit sexual content.

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

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and 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!

Summary: basically the request

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Mature content ahead.

18+

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Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Paris.

Bustling cafés, crowded streets, and people rushing either to their jobs, or to the newest art gallery with temporary exhibitions opened in town.

The rampant palaces, domes and monuments built in a Gothic style contrast the tall buildings with intricate sculpted designs, making the city the perfect mix between modern and traditional, between functional and pleasant to look at.

It's already been 5 years since I've last been here, and walking through these busy streets again feels simply surreal. Many memories I tried to forget about are resurfacing, and even though I enjoy seeing this city again, my mind wanders off to that time, and it feels bittersweet.

I breathe in the November air and continue walking, the familiar unfamiliarity somewhat comforting, and after 20 minutes of going through narrow passages in-between boulevards, I finally reach my destination, and I'm glad to see it's still here, opened, despite the unappealing area that's surely deprived of tourists to keep it alive.

Rencontre moi à Paris – or 'Meet me in Paris', a café I accidentally stumbled upon last time I came here after getting lost with my then-boyfriend.

The weather that time was similar as it is now, and I, too, am similar, even if it's been 5 years since then. The only difference is that now I have an umbrella, whereas then we stumbled upon this café soaked wet and dripping from the merciless rain outside, both of us unequipped and powerless against the black November clouds. That was nothing new, though, as we almost always ventured into things unprepared, head-first as if we were invincible, and our relationship was no different.

Maybe that's why it all went down in flames, leaving me this acidic feeling in my stomach.

It's funny, really. I haven't thought about him in years, but being here, all of the sudden I'm the same 25-year old girl with hopes and dreams, madly in love with him, and heartbroken by his absence, to the point of no return. This truly makes me realise that I never got over him, and I probably never will. It's just that the gaps between thinking about him got longer, they became years instead of seconds, and I somehow turned 30 and haven't seen or spoken to him in 5 years.

After standing like an idiot in front of the café in the pouring rain, I realise that it's best to walk in. The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans immediately invades my nostrils, and I smile to myself noticing the décor is still the same, with vintage round metal tables and matching slightly rusted chairs in front of the large arched windows viewing the street.

I head to the table I once shared with him, displeased to notice a half drunk coffee cup with steam still coming out of it, and a discarded coat on the back of the chair.

Tsk. I utter to myself and sit down at the next table, my back turned to that space filled with good memories and laughter.

I lazily grab the menu and skim through it, pondering between a hot tea and a coffee. On one hand, I'm feeling pretty tired and could use the caffeine, but on the other, bad weather is most enjoyable with a cup of warm tea, so I settle for some green tea, the perfect mix.

Looking outside absent-mindedly, I follow the raindrops fallen on the large glass windows. There is no sign of anyone brave enough to set out in this weather. I don't hear the person behind me returning to their seat, and I get startled when they tap me two times on the shoulder.

I turn around, and my eyes can't believe what I'm seeing. I must've gone as white as a ghost, because he starts chuckling immediately, his warm smile sending alarm bells to my poor heart, that started beating faster.

There he is, dressed in black trousers and a black fitted turtleneck, with his brown hair and perfect pearly whites, looking at me with surprise in his eyes.

"It's really you! How weird to meet you here!" He exclaims with a soft chuckle, and I stand up, shocked.

"Taemin...?" His name plays on my lips, burning my tongue. I haven't said it out loud in years. In fact, I avoided it like the plague, afraid of what saying it would make me think about, but now that I said it, it felt like it was the most natural word that ever came out of my mouth, like my lips missed it, and they wanted me to shout it out all this time I've stayed silent.

All of a sudden, his arms encircle my body and he pulls me in for a hug, and my body reacts unconsciously, grabbing onto his waist and holding tightly, not wanting to let go.

However, we let go, as we can't possibly stay embraced in the middle of a café. I'm not sure he wanted to, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, feeling my eyes swell up with tears that I try to swallow back. He looks like he's moved on, and his life looks amazing, and everything is fine, but I... don't really want him to know about mine. I tried so hard to stay away from him, but now...

"I should be asking you the same thing." He chuckles. "Would you join me for a cup of coffee? Or a warm tea, since I know it's your favourite drink when it rains."

I smile, remembering how attentive he's always been about my likes and dislikes. Even when we accidentally found this café 5 years ago, we got caught up in the rain because I mentioned in passing that I'd love to see an unknown painter's works and he found an exhibition in some obscure museum with 15 reviews on Maps. With his bad sense of direction and both our phones discharged, we unsurprisingly got lost, and ended up finding this place to take shelter in from the rain.

I nod and sit down at his table, in my exact same spot from the past, just as the waitress brings me my green tea, her eyes scanning the familiarity between me and the man in front of me.

"Being here, I kept thinking about us. What have you been up to?" He asks me with curiosity, slightly leaning in, as if he would hear me better. He always used to do that in the past, which I loved. It felt like being listened to, being heard.

"Oh, you know... just the usual. Work, chill in bed with Kkoong, meeting up with friends. Nothing much, and certainly not as interesting as what you've been doing." I smile, pointing at his successful career.

"Mhm. Even if my work took off, I truly am the same simple guy I was when we used to-" He abruptly stops and scans my face, before changing the subject. "Anyway, is Kkoong good? Ddaeng misses you two."

"I miss you- I mean, I miss Ddaeng as well." I correct quickly, mentally slapping myself for letting my heart take the lead.

Of course I missed him. So many years have passed, and I am still stuck in a state of inertia. Being with him here again, at this same café, feels like we are still the same clueless 25-year-olds, visiting Paris for the first time, full of hopes and dreams that would only end up crashing and burning in front of our eyes as the weight of the world got too much for us to bear, and love doesn't conquer all.

Taemin doesn't seem to mind my little slip-up. He knows how I've always worn my heart on my sleeve. After all, we've been together for many years, before ultimately breaking up. He knows me the best, and I know him like the back of my hand, still.

"The name of this café is pretty ironic." He says, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Ironic? How so?"

"I mean, Meet me in Paris? Isn't it funny that I've searched for you everywhere in Seoul, but I ended up finding you here, in a café lost in time on the outskirts of Paris?" He looks at his coffee cup, now empty.

Perhaps as empty as the two of us.

Taemin has always been like this, expressing himself in cryptic ways, especially when it comes to feelings that don't easily lend themselves to words.

He searched for me? I wouldn't have known.

When we broke up, I decided to let go of everything I once knew, and left my life with him behind. I took Daeng and I left, I changed my number, deleted my socials, and did everything to stay out of radar, while Taemin did the exact opposite, being everywhere: on billboards, in magazines, on TV...

We were simply too different from each other. We lived in incompatible worlds.

"I also didn't expect you to be here." I smile. "Isn't a star like you too busy to waste his time in a deserted café?" I mock his fame, and he blushes. "Also, I assume the drinks are on you."

"Of course they are!" He exclaimed quickly.

"I don't know, you used to be pretty stingy with money." I shrug playfully, and his cheeks only grow redder. He gets embarrassed and avoids my gaze, before scratching his nape and starting apologetically.

"I was kind of an ass, wasn't I?"

We both laugh, and we talk about anything and everything, watching as day turns to night and noticing the exasperated gaze of our waitress.

"The poor girl wants to go home." I say after a while, noticing her sighing for the 10th time in the past 3 minutes. We've been her only clients today, and she probably hated us for spending so many hours and ordering drinks one after another.

"Would it be so inappropriate of me... to invite you back to my hotel?" Taemin asks hesitantly, and I so desperately wished I had the power to refuse him.

But I don't refuse him, because I missed him, and I want him so much still, and just for these few hours spent talking to him, I felt like breaking up with him might've been a mistake, because I was so painfully still in love with him.

He is perhaps but a guilty pleasure.

We walk out of the café at the end of the world and begin walking slowly next to each other. The rain has stopped, and even if the ground is still wet, Paris stays pretty.

The way we are quietly walking next to each other is in such a stark contrast to how we left the café 5-years ago, embraced, and in love, and loud, that it's almost funny. Maybe we've matured in the meantime, or maybe we just aren't brave enough to grab onto each other so openly in the street anymore.

Maybe we simply aren't as happy. Taemin used to smile so much more brightly, being able to light up any room he was in with his cheerfulness. I've never been that joyful, except for when we were together, because he used to bring out the best in me, until he didn't.

Actually, thinking about it, Paris was not only our last trip together, but also the last time I recall being happy next to him. We broke up not even one month after, and it felt so life-altering in that moment, that it's funny to think that it was simply a regular Wednesday morning. Caught in the moment, he said things he regretted, and I paid him back in the same coin, and it was just the last drop that filled the glass of on-going arguments and differences between our life choices.

I know that we didn't work out because we wanted different things from life, but at the end of the day, it's just water under the bridge.

We continue walking to the hotel without saying much, and I wonder how people see us. In the past, they would be looking at us and chuckling to themselves seeing two dumb idiots in love, but now, there was a palpable tension in the distance between our bodies, that wanted nothing more than to touch each other again.

Of course, his hotel is 5 stars in a good area, and his room is on the last floor. We hop on the elevator and wait and wait and wait, and it's moving so slow, it's eating at me and making me reconsider if this really is a good idea.

Last time we were together, we made out everywhere. On the street, on empty hallways, under the burning eyes of the paintings at the museum – but now?

I turn around with determination and watch how awestruck he is still looking at me, 5 years later, and I wrap my arms around his neck and let my body take the lead, remembering his. Our lips brush against each other shily, but after a few seconds, automatism kicked in.

It's way too easy to fall back into each other's arms.

We start kissing passionately, his hands holding onto my hips so tightly, it might bruise, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he didn't hold onto me, and he pins me up against one of the walls and sticks his tongue down my throat. It's so obvious that my mouth missed him, as they sync perfectly, and it feels as good as it feels bad, like we're eating popping candy each time our tongues touch.

Thankfully no one joins us in the elevator, and Taemin keeps grabbing onto me as we make our way towards his room, that's so large it's ridiculous.

We had limited financial resources back then, so our rooms when travelling were always small and cramped, but we were in love, and it didn't matter. A room this large must've felt cold, when he was here alone.

My back finds the mattress of his king size bed quickly as he undresses me hungrily, and soon enough I am naked waist-down and he is towering over me with a look of raw desire in his eyes.

He presses small pecks on my abdomen and kisses downwards slowly and sloppily, until his mouth makes contact with my thigh, and he spreads my legs apart. I let him do whatever he wants, I just revel in the feeling and let my body remember how he felt like on top of me.

When his mouth connects to my core, tongue licking stripes up and down, I roll my head back and put my hand in his hair, caressing him gently, letting him know what a good job he's doing. He's always loved praise, especially in bed. I wonder if his partners after me knew how to praise him; these small gestures and touches that make him feel appreciated.

His tongue continues working on my clit for a bit, before he moves it down, teasing my entrance, just as he knows I like it.

"You taste so good, baby." He says, letting his tongue enter me, and I moan.

"Taemin, please." I whine, impatient to feel him more.

"Please what?" He chuckles, and I playfully slap him on the head, when he looks at me, a dumb smirk playing on his lips.

"I want you so bad." I whimper, and his smirk drops. He immediately gets on top of me, pressing his body against mine, as if he were my knight and I, his Queen, and I've commanded him something.

There is no time to think anything through with the urgency he's undoing his belt, and the feeling of fullness is quick to overcome me as he slips his dick in me, thrusting mercilessly as if it's the last time we're ever going to be together.

And it might be.

The room is filled with moans and whimpers, and we hang onto each other desperately, our bodies remembering each other perfectly. Our clothes are quick to disappear completely. He slips my blouse off and clasps off my bra, his mouth instantly connecting to my nipples, and I, with the same neediness, grab on his turtleneck and help him take it off. Seeing his naked body, I involuntarily clench around him, and the way he moans sends shivers down my spine.

"I missed you so fucking much." He says, voice full of painful beauty as he kisses my collarbones and nibbling on the sweet spot between them and my neck, and I melt once again against his touch, and I know that I'm going to get my heart broken again, but once you start something and the lines start blurring, it's already too late to stop, for you get greedy and you want more.

"I missed you too." I cry out and indulge myself in his touch.

The way he caressed my body was still the most intimate someone touched me. I've had my fair share of partners before him, and many others after, and this still hasn't changed. Taemin's body and mine are made for each other, and this fact gives my heart a sharp pang.

"My love, ever since I lost you, I searched for you in every woman I've been with. I am no longer creative, and I so desperately want it all back, the way it was. I want us back." He confesses while he's thrusting in me.

But what point is there in wanting? I think, but it's so hard to stay focused, with his dick grazing against my sweet spot over and over, when I'm almost seeing stars.

My toes become a curling mess and I wrap around him, and oh, how well he knows me, for he realises I'm so close, and knows exactly how to move his hips right, and I reach my high and hold him so tight, our shadows become one, completely indistinguishable. It's so good that I start getting ashamed of the loud sounds I'm making. Taemin, however, doesn't seem to mind, it even seems to send him over the edge, because his thrusts become sloppy, and his eyes are closed tightly; he looks focused, faint lines on his forehead giving him away.

I am moaning his name, and he is moaning mine, and dancing the Devil's tango has never felt so right, but in the end, if what we're doing is a sin, then we should just be sinners.

He presses his plum lips on mine, muffling both our moans, and he comes inside me, cupping my face with his hands.

"My muse, please don't leave me again... I promise you I won't make the same mistakes..." He kisses me hard, and if until now I was able to control my tears, they are now breaking my wall of strength, and he wipes them off my cheeks with his thumbs and kisses them away.

"Taemin... empty promises will wear..." I say, and he shakes his head.

"Please... don't leave me again... I've just found you..." He insists, sounding so needy, I melt. But how can I go back to how we were in the past? What if what he's feeling for me is not love, but limerence?

I no longer want to make any mistakes. We were so wrong for each other; what guarantee is there that this time we'll get it right?

At the end of the day, we are still different people, living our lives in different ways, so...

He guides me to the bathroom and we wash each other, just as we used to do. Five years ago, when we came here, we had such a small bathroom, we barely had space to shower at the same time. This bathroom now, however, is so much bigger, it's almost uncomfortable.

There's too much space between us we simply can't fill.

We then head to bed and fall asleep embraced, but as I always used to, I wake up way too early, and being tangled up in his sheets like this makes me think that maybe giving us another chance wouldn't be so bad. However, even if we share the same bed, we still have different dreams, and that's not something that can get changed easily. If it were, we would've never broken up in the first place.

I get up, careful not to wake him up, and get dressed slowly, thinking thinking thinking thinking.

I could get out and make sure he'll never see me again.

But... is that what I really want?

~

~one year later~

Paris is still the same bustling city I remembered it to be, but my safe corner is as quiet as usual.

Rencontre moi à Paris still smells of coffee beans, the chairs are still rusted, and not much has changed in a year, except for the wallpaper on the wall that's slightly ripped around the corners.

I slowly head to my table, occupied by a brunette man in a black fitted turtleneck, who sits with his back turned.

I don't say anything, I simply walk over and sit right in front of him, in my empty chair, and he raises his gaze from the cup, his eyes glimmering in the soft lights.

"Taemin." I smile. "You really came."

"You're fucking crazy." He shakes his head in disapproval. "Who leaves like that?"

"Like what?" I chuckle and play dumb.

"Like what?" He imitates me, and I stick out my tongue at him. "Normal people leave their phone numbers at least, but you?! You fucking- who the hell leaves a note like this?!" He angrily takes out a napkin carefully folded and throws it on the table in front of me.

Rencontre moi à Paris, 18 November, 15:00. Is what is written in pen in my handwriting.

Seeing it, I chuckle.

"You kept it!"

"What if I wouldn't have been able to change my schedule and come here?" He scolds me, but I just shrug.

"That would've meant nothing's changed, and that I made the right choice to not give you my number last year."

"I told you, didn't I? I won't make the same mistakes again. I really want to make us work."

"Then... shall we go back to your hotel? I really missed you. Besides, we don't want the waitress to stare daggers at us again, do we?" I whisper with a slight laugh and stand up, giving him my hand, and he takes it quickly and kisses it tenderly.

"I missed you too, my love. Please never disappear on me again..."

I smile and nod, and we get out of the café hand in hand. His thumb slowly brushes against the back of my hand, and I smile, because I truly missed him, and I was glad he actually listened to the stupid note I left on the napkin and came here.

Perhaps we won't fuck it up this time around, and we will finally be happy together, for we are already in madly love, and time apart hasn't changed that.

After all, two negative signs added together make a positive, right?

~The End~

[0rgell]

Kitty - JongTae Oneshot

Masterlist

Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: hybrids, cat/human hybrid, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: 2.6k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Taemin's a jealous kitty and Jonghyun is clueless. Or Jonghyun and Taemin, a human and his hybrid companion, navigate a misunderstanding that leads to jealousy and tension in their relationship. Taemin, a cat hybrid, becomes upset when Jonghyun returns home smelling like another cat, leading to a silent treatment that lasts for four days. Jonghyun, unaware of the reason for Taemin's anger, struggles with the sudden distance between them.

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Kitty

Taemin is mad at Jonghyun. Jonghyun knows this because he’s been refusing to be in the same room as him for four days straight. When Jonghyun goes into the lounge, Taemin leaves the bookshelf and goes into the bathroom to lie on the towel shelf. It’s been like this for four days, and Jonghyun doesn’t even know what he’s done wrong . If he asks (which he has), Taemin just looks at him and strolls away, swaying his tail as he leaves Jonghyun hurt and confused. 

If Taemin would just tell Jonghyun, he’d be able to fix his mistake, but Taemin won’t tell him. On the first day, Jonghyun thought maybe the other just needed some space to be independent or do hybrid things that Jonghyun wouldn’t understand or be able to take part in. But then the second day rolled around, and he still wasn’t talking to him, making him nervous. The third day just made Jonghyun miserable; he missed the hybrid’s presence, and the space on his chest was left cold without his kitty to nuzzle it. And today, the fourth day, Jonghyun’s about to break down; he’s concluded that whatever it is that he’s done to upset Taemin must be a pretty big deal. And when he finds out what it is, he won’t do it again. He’s in hell. He just wants his beautiful hybrid to come and sit on his lap, cuddle him, groom him, or kiss him. 

All Jonghyun can do now is wait it out, wait until he’s loved again. So he tries to do his normal day-to-day activities to take his mind off of his loneliness. He decides to busy himself and dust the bookshelf first to see if maybe Taemin will talk to him, but as soon as he gets there, Taemin is off like a rocket with a low grumble. 

Fine. Whatever. Jonghyun doesn’t deserve this treatment; it’s unfair. It’s cruel, and it’s causing a heavy weight in his chest and an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He begins to take all his books off the shelves, with more brunt than he normally would, and chucks them on the sofa like a stroppy child. He takes his dust mitten and wipes the shelf with vigour, singing a happy song to himself—although he’s the opposite of happy—very quietly because he doesn’t want to disturb Taemin. 

He gets so into his cleaning that he doesn’t even notice the light sounds of tiny paws getting closer and closer to him. Once finished, he turns around to pick up the books, only to find Taemin lying on them. Jonghyun has two questions, how is that comfortable? When did Taemin come in? 

And another because he’s confused, does this mean Taemin is no longer angry at him?

He’ll only find out when he has to move the kitty off the books, but he’s dreading finding out because he doesn’t want Taemin to be angry at him anymore. Quietly, he picks up the books surrounding his kitty and places them back on the shelves, only quietly muttering sad words of despair when he sees some of the corners of the books have been bent and then reprimanding himself for being so careless in his miserable state. But now he’s at an impasse, Taemin is still sleeping. The books that he’s not sleeping on have all been put away. 

A long sigh falls from Jonghyun’s lips as he walks close to the tiny pellet of violence. This could go one of two ways. Taemin could lash out at him, or he could just melt into his arms. He hopes for the latter; he’s doubtful. Carefully, he places both hands on either side of Taemin’s fluffy belly and lifts. 

Taemin’s body curls in on itself, and a loud yowl is belted from the small lungs as Taemin struggles, disorientated and angry. His claws dig into Jonghyun’s arms, scratching him, and then suddenly he stops. His bright green eyes focus on Jonghyun, and Jonghyun has to try his best to put a smile on his face. It’s a real one; it might look awkward, but the situation is awkward. Taemin’s lying in his hands, limp, with his warm belly—the warm belly Jonghyun hasn’t been able to touch in days, his claws still in Jonghyun’s forearm, and Taemin hasn’t looked him in the eyes in days either. 

Jonghyun waits. He waits to see what Taemin is going to do next, and quite frankly, he is shitting it; he wants this one-sided argument to be over. Or at least for him to be told what he’s done wrong. 

Taemin rolls again, using his claws in Jonghyun’s forearms to pull himself up to a stable hold, and then he bites into Jonghyun’s bicep, not hard, not breaking the skin; it's not angry or malicious either. Jonghyun can tell what this is. It’s what Taemin has told him about many times, shown him many times; it's a love bite. Once the other unlatches his teeth, he slips out of Jonghyun’s grip onto the floor and looks up at him with his big eyes and tail swaying from side to side. Jonghyun knows what he’s saying. Hurry up . But Jonghyun doesn’t know what Taemin wants him to hurry up with or what Taemin wants him to do. So he just stands there for a second, dumbfounded and shocked, and a little bit emotional as well, but he won’t admit that. He stands there and stares until Taemin starts grooming himself. He’s growing impatient; that’s what that tells Jonghyun. He doesn’t want to do the wrong thing; he turns to get the books and looks over to see Taemin still sitting there, waiting for him. With haste, he puts all the books away and then sees Taemin walking away. He follows like a lost puppy.  

He follows until they end up in the kitchen, where Taemin shifts—the first time Jonghyun has seen him in human form for days—and slides on an oversized jumper that just reaches the middle of his thighs. Jonghyun has missed his long, fluffy auburn hair as well. The moment of Jonghyun taking in Taemin’s beauty is cut short; as quickly as Taemin comes into his sight, he’s gone. Flying out of the room only to come back a minute later after leaving Jonghyun to be dumbfounded again. Jonghyun eyes the hybrid's hand and sees a first aid kit. Immediate panic washes over him as he takes it out of Taemin's hand and checks him all over. Well, he tries. Taemin is extremely ticklish when quick grabby hands touch him, so Jonghyun tries to find the wound on a very wiggly Taemin. He stops and looks at Taemin. “Where are you hurt?” he says, serious tones lacing his voice and a crease in his brow.

Taemin snorts, “I’m not the one that’s got a scratch at the moment.” He says, and then kicks a chair out from the table and says: “Sit.” 

Jonghyun knows better than to protest, so he does as he’s told and sits without hesitation. It does make sense that he’s bleeding. Taemin’s attack was quite vicious, but he was quite abrupt when picking Taemin up in mid-air while he was asleep. Taemin tuts as he lowers himself down to get a better look at the cuts, and then gets to work.

“Taeminie,” Jonghyun says with caution as he uses his free hand to pet Taemin’s hair. 

Taemin only makes a noise, half satisfied and half a reply.

“Will you talk about it now?”

“Jonghyun.” The hybrid says his name exasperatedly.

“Taemin.”

“Fine…”

Jonghyun waits on the edge of his chair while Taemin worries his lip. 

“Well… The other day, when you said you were going to meet Kibum, you came back smelling like another cat. Not like Minho or Jinki. And Minho is a squirrel, and Jinki is a rabbit, so don’t say you smelt like either of them. I can tell the difference!” The hybrid finished with a stubborn tilt of his jaw and a huff, moving his hair out of his eyes.

Jonghyun almost laughs. Almost. This situation could have been so easily fixed if Taemin had said this from the start. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and starts by saying, “Taemin.” Another deep breath. “Kibum adopted a new hybrid.”

Taemin’s face scrunches up, and his tail whips from side to side, hitting the kitchen floor harshly. “You didn’t tell me. Kibum didn’t tell me, nor did Jinki or Minho. Why was I left out?” 

“I did tell you—”

“No, you didn’t!” Taemin reprimands Jonghyun, cutting him off.

“Taemin, I did .”

“When?”

“When you were rearranging the books around your cosy space on the bookshelf because you said the book covers annoy you now and you want to change it up,” Jonghyun explains, feeling on edge for being accused of not doing something he most definitely did.

The look Taemin gives Jonghyun tells him he’s being stupid.

“I was focused! You know not to tell me important stuff when I’m rearranging my cosy places!” 

That’s true… But the point is that Jonghyun did tell Taemin; he also knows there’s no point in arguing with the hybrid because he’s ready for this to be over and he’s missed talking to him. However, Taemin’s reaction also tells Jonghyun that there is no room for another hybrid in his apartment . The thought of getting another hybrid has been floating around his mind; he’s been worried that Taemin gets lonely during the day when he’s at work. Also, Kibum has suggested it more than once. Kibum has three hybrids now; they’re all really happy. Jonghyun has thought more and more about getting another hybrid, especially recently. Especially seeing how much Jinki loves Minho, and whenever Taemin and him go to Kibum's, Taemin always has so much fun. Actually, Jonghyun has been feeling guilty for not getting another hybrid to keep Taemin company. 

But Taemin’s jealousy points in the opposite direction of getting another hybrid. With Taemin being only twenty-three Jonghyun should expect jealous behaviour. After all, cat hybrids age slower; he’s practically still a kitten. He’s still not over the teenage territorial stage. And that’s fine. Getting another hybrid was only for Taemin’s happiness, and Taemin seems fulfilled by seeing Jinki and Minho every fortnight.

“I know. I’m sorry, Taeminie.”

“You’re done.”

“What?”

Taemin gets off his knees and looks at Jonghyun, confused, as he picks up the wrappers from the first aid kit and walks them to the bin. Jonghyun eventually catches on. He smiles at Taemin and whispers a small thank you, and Taemin shrugs, humming as he walks out of the room, leaving Jonghyun alone again. At least the issue has been sorted out. 

At least now, when Jonghyun walks into the living room, Taemin doesn’t leave. Instead, Taemin smiles at him from the sofa and pats the space next to his head, inviting Jonghyun. This is the best. Jonghyun gets the best feeling in his stomach, all bubbly and soft, as he sits next to his hybrid, and they rest their head on his lap. Taemin looks so small and cute like this; a pretty face, adorable fluffy ears, a beautiful nose, and soft lips. Jonghyun’s hand finds its way to Taemin’s long hair and starts carding his fingers through slowly, taking his time from the scalp to the sparser, frizzier ends. Taemin doesn’t want to cut the ends because he’s been growing them since he was a kitten. He prides himself on his long hair, and Jonghyun thinks it's cute. Jonghyun understands, though; he knows how he can get with things he’s treasured for a long time. And it’s not like Taemin’s hair is dead. Well, just a little, but the point is that it’s not bad. It’s still shiny and loved, so that’s all that matters.

Taemin lays still for a while, only quiet purs coming from him while looking deep in thought, until he says, “What’s their name?”

Jonghyun continues to pet Taemin’s hair. He’s just happy at the moment, not really thinking about anything. “Who’s name?”

“The new hybrid.” Taemin softly says this as he brings his tail into his lap and strokes it rather quickly.

“Ten, his name is Ten.”

“Ten must’ve liked you a lot.” 

Some may say jealousy is an ugly trait; Jonghyun thinks it's pretty on Taemin. He knows he should talk to Taemin about how he’s allowed to interact with other hybrids, and the other shouldn’t get jealous because, at the end of the day, Jonghyun is always going to come home to Taemin; he’s always going to love Taemin. But instead of giving a serious talk, he opts for scratching behind Taemin’s ear and smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

“Ten was very excited. You’d like him, and I bet you’d enjoy playing with him as well. He’s the same size as you, so you can play more roughly than you do with Jinki and Minho. Kibumie is already talking about you two meeting.” Jonghyun explains hoping that Taemin would like to meet the new addition to Kibum’s family.

Taemin’s eyebrows furrow, and he bites his lip. “Is he pretty?”

Jonghyun laughs because that’s got nothing to do with what he just said.

“Not as pretty as you,” his smile bleeds into his voice, permeating a reassuring tone.

Taemin’s cheeks rise and turn a little pink, his eyes close contently, and he hums, “Good.”

“Huh, what’s good?” Jonghyun asks, leaning over Taemin’s face and sporting a bright smile. His hands have now moved from Taemin’s hair and are resting on either side of Taemin’s face.

"Just, you know... Stuff,” Taemin shrugs.

Jonghyun's heart beats faster as he observes Taemin's adorable display of jealousy. Unable to contain himself any longer, he leans in, his lips gently touching Taemin's. The kiss, is full of a mix of longing and affection. It's the moment Jonghyun’s been waiting for. Waiting for four days. Jonghyun hopes that’s the most reassuring.

As Jonghyun pulls away, he looks into Taemin's eyes, which are now open and reflecting a mix of surprise and contentment. Taemin's lips curl into a small smile, and he lets out a soft sigh, his body relaxing further into Jonghyun's lap. 

"I missed you," Jonghyun whispers, his voice barely above a breath.

Taemin's smile widens, and he nods, "I missed you too."

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, Jonghyun gently stroking Taemin's hair and ears, while Taemin's purrs fill the room. It's a peaceful moment that they both needed after the misunderstanding that caused a rift between them.

After some time, Taemin sits up, his expression turning thoughtful. "Maybe we should go see Kibum and Ten... And the others," he suggests, his voice hesitant but curious.

Jonghyun's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Are you sure? I thought you were worried about—"

"I was," Taemin cuts him off, "but I trust you. And if you say Ten is nice, then I want to meet him. Maybe it'll be fun to have a new friend."

Jonghyun's heart swells with affection for his hybrid, he knows it must’ve been hard to say that. "That sounds like a great idea. I'll call Kibum and set something up."

Taemin nods, a playful glint in his eye. "But you have to promise me one thing."

"Anything," Jonghyun replies without hesitation.

“You have to promise that you'll always come home to me. No matter what."

Jonghyun leans in and kisses Taemin's forehead. "I promise. You're my home, Taeminie. Always."

Taemin's smile is radiant, and he snuggles back into Jonghyun's lap, his purrs louder than before. Jonghyun wraps his arms around Taemin, holding him close.

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