#pretty Jonghyunnie

[ultrakdramamama]

Jonghyun ~ 2017 SMTOWN Concert Movie

[katrinawritesthings]

Taemin / everyone; hat-trick; NC-17

harken back to the 3-2-1 music video Behind the Scenes stuff where Taemin was playing with his little Snapback and showing jinx his cool hat trick

also I know it's taem / everyone but Jinx does not get laid so if you were here for that I am sorry lmao

Taemin sighs slowly and gathers up his resolve. A hat trick. Three in one day. He can totally do it. He’s no baby loser boi. He just has to figure out who the most likely candidates are. As he’s thinking, heavy footsteps enter the room, soft rustles of a towel ruffling through wet hair. Well. Taemin smiles lazily to himself. Jonghyun’s easy enough.

Taemin wanders onto the music video set for the billionth time in his new outfit, only glancing up every now and again to see where he’s walking. Mostly he’s paying attention to his hat and his hand, and how to position his hand just right inside of his hat to flip it around and then back up again. He’s getting the hang of it and he has to say that he’s real proud of himself.

“Hey. Baby loser boi,” Taemin turns at Jinki's voice to see him following, leaning curiously to peep at his hand. Jinki nods his head at his hat. “What’re you doing, loser baby?” he asks. Taemin snorts.

“Nothing, Naruto Man,” he says, grinning when Jinki sighs and rolls his eyes.

“You gotta stop calling me that,” he says. “All of you.” Taemin reaches up to poke his headband.

“You gotta stop looking like Naruto first,” he says. Then he backs up a step and shakes his head so he can actually show Jinki what he’s doing. “You just–” he says, and does his little hat flip, back and forth, biting his lip when he does it perfect. “It’s not that hard,” he says honestly, glancing up. “You just gotta kinda whip it, see.” He does it again, faster, and then easily lets Jinki step forward and take it. “Just go fast,” he says, demonstrating with his hand. Jinki takes the hat, sticks one hand inside, adjusts it, and then holds it up, hunched over a little, smug little grin pushing his cheeks up.

“Baby loser boi has a weird shaped head,” he says in a tiny gremliny voice. He wiggles the hat up and down as he says it so it looks like the hat is the one saying it. Taemin can’t do anything but sigh fondly, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

‘You’re so fucking weird, dude,” he says lovingly. Jinki grins, continuing to wiggle his hat.

“Thanks,” he says. He straightens up and hands it back. As Taemin takes it from him, he cocks a brow. “You know what, though, I bet you couldn’t do a real hat trick,” he says. Taemin frowns for a moment, confused– what he was doing was very much a real trick with a real hat– before realization dawns on him and he snorts.

“You mean, like, the sex thing?” he asks, chuckling softly. “Three in one day?”

“Yeah,” Jinki grins back. “Baby loser boi doesn’t have it in him.” He punches at Taemin’s stomach softly, just bopping him all over, just to tease. Taemin giggles as he swats Jinki's hands away.

“Bet I could,” he says defiantly. It’s not hard. There’s always horny people around. Jinki shakes his head fondly and leaves him to hop up to the music video set.

“Mmhmm,” he hums, in a way that sounds very much like he doesn’t actually agree. Taemin scrunches his lips, puts his hat on over his hair defiantly. He didn’t care five seconds ago but now he is absolutely, one hundred percent going to do this. Then he won’t be baby loser boi anymore but Jinki will still be Naruto Man. That’ll show him.

~

The next morning, Taemin honestly would have forgotten all about it had he not dreamed of fucking a snapback and woken up with a giant boner. As it is, he scrunches his whole face as he yawns into his hand, then flops his arms over his head. Keeping his eyes closed against the hallway light coming from the door that Jonghyun always leaves wide open, he sighs slowly and gathers up his resolve. A hat trick. Three in one day. He can totally do it. He’s no baby loser boi. He just has to figure out who the most likely candidates are.

As he’s thinking, heavy footsteps enter the room, soft rustles of a towel ruffling through wet hair. Well. Taemin smiles lazily to himself. Jonghyun’s easy enough.

“Taem. Hey.” Jonghyun’s hand jiggles his shoulder gently. Taemin groans in protest on principle, but doesn’t really mind much. Now it’s even easier. “Wakey wakey,” Jonghyun says. “We gotta be at that photoshoot later.” He starts to take his hand away, but Taemin sleepily reaches up and grabs his wrist. He tugs with all of his sleepy strength until he hears Jonghyun curse and stumble and then a heavy weight next to his head, like Jonghyun put his other hand down to steady himself. Then he opens his eyes.

“Jonghyunnie,” he says, smiling lazily up at his bandmate in the semidarkness. Jonghyun frowns down at him, annoyed, blonde hair damp, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Taemin smiles even wider, dick twitching hopefully under his covers.

“Don’t be a dick, Tae,” Jonghyun huffs. Taemin chuckles sleepily and lifts his other hand to slip around Jonghyun’s neck, to play with his wet undercut.

“How much time before we have to leave?” he asks, trailing his hand over to trace Jonghyun’s ear, to rub gently over his piercing holes. Jonghyun shivers like he always does whenever someone touches his lobes, shivers all the way down his spine and shakes his head just enough to get Taemin’s fingers, but not his whole hand, away.

“An hour, I think,” he says. Taemin celebrates internally. That’s plenty of time. He tugs on Jonghyun again, gets his hands on his waist and heaves him up and onto the bed so he’s on his knees above Taemin’s hips. He’s mildly impressed at how well he managed to do that while barely awake. Baby loser boi doesn’t have it in him his ass. Jonghyun curses again, struggling to steady himself, and lifts a hand to flick Taemin’s nose hard.

“Quit–”

“Ride me, Jonghyunnie,” Taemin murmurs. He pulls Jonghyun down flush to meet his body, rolls his hips up so Jonghyun can feel how hard he is. Whatever protestation Jonghyun had in his throat leaves and is replaced with a soft oh, a heavy breath. He shifts to get more comfortable on Taemin and leans his weight on both hands on either side of his head. His eyes are dark as his teeth press deep into his bottom lip.

“Condoms,” he says. Already his voice is breathy and low and Taemin chuckles fondly, reaching up to fumble on his headboard for the line of condoms he bought specifically so he could bang here at the Japanese dorm.

While he fumbles with those, Jonghyun fumbles with his towel, with Taemin’s blankets. When Jonghyun pulls his pajama pants down he doesn’t even have time to hiss at the material rubbing against his cock before Jonghyun is taking him in his hand and stroking him quickly. He grunts in the back of his throat, hips jerking up on impulse before he controls himself and starts up a rhythm, rolling them slowly. Eventually he gets one condom off and rips it open, then pushes it into Jonghyun’s hands so he can do the rest.

He reaches up to feel around his headboard for the lube he keeps around here too. Before he can find it Jonghyun has already pressed the condom to the tip of his dick and rolled it down and then followed it down, all the way down, with his mouth, soft and wet and warm. Taemin’s fingers grip the headboard hard, nails digging into the wood, as a loud noise leaves his throat. He was kind of into this before and planning on gradually easing himself into the mood, but now his whole body flashes with heat and his skin tingles all the way to his fingertips. He’s trying to fuck his cock back up into Jonghyun’s mouth when Jonghyun pulls off with a soft pop.

“Shut up,” he hisses, “the door’s not even fucking closed. Don’t be rude.”

“Fuck, Jonghyun,” Taemin growls in reply. He twists his free hand into Jonghyun’s hair to push him back down, to encourage him to suck him deep again. “You’re so good, fuck.” He forgot just how good Jonghyun was. He hasn’t fucked him in a while. With Jonghyun’s breathy chuckle in his ears he goes back to searching for his lube, fingers scrabbling weakly as Jonghyun sucks him back down, takes him all the way to the back of his perfect throat. When he finally grabs it he passes it down clumsily, smushes it against Jonghyun’s cheek with shaky hands. “Here here here,” he breathes, trying to both tug Jonghyun off of his cock and push him further down at the same time. Jonghyun pulls up just enough to glance at it, licks his lips and wipes spit off of his bottom lip with his thumb.

“Oh, that works too,” he mutters. He grabs the bottle and shifts up to his knees above Taemin’s dick. Before Taemin can even ask what he means by that, Jonghyun squirts a glob of lube into his hand, smears it over Taemin’s cock, and lines it right up to his asshole, shivering as he rubs the head over it slowly. Taemin’s eyes widen and his hands shoot to Jonghyun’s hips.

“Wait, fuck–don’t you–did you–fuck.” Jonghyun interrupts his half baked questions by sitting himself all the way down on Taemin’s cock, no prep or anything but still somehow so loose and relaxed. He wiggles himself on Taemin’s hips with a slack smile, his eyes closed, and he puts both hands on Taemin’s chest to steady himself. Taemin doesn’t even mind that his left hand is still all lubey on his shirt. He paps his hands weakly over Jonghyun’s hips and to his booty, feeling him up, holding him open and running his fingers over where his cock is buried deep inside of him.

“Did you get fucked last night or what,” he breathes jealously. He knows Jonghyun is used to taking dick but all of the times they’ve fucked he’s always had to finger himself at least a little bit to get ready. Jonghyun chuckles softly as he starts slowly riding Taemin’s cock, pulling himself up and then dropping back down at a lazy pace.

“I fucked myself, yeah,” he says. “I do it a lot more often now, ever since I realized you don’t wake up for anything at night.”

“Oh,” Taemin says. “Fuck.” That’s actually pretty hot. Jonghyun panting on his bed just on the other side of the room, whimpering and hissing as he pushes a thick dildo into himself in the darkness. “Fuck,” Taemin says again. His eyes slide shut as he tips his head back into the pillows and wraps an arm tight around Jonghyun’s waist. He finally remembers to start rolling his hips up to meet Jonghyun and they both bite back soft moans at the feeling.

Their fuck is slow and lazy; Taemin is too sleepy to really give it his all and he assumes that Jonghyun doesn’t want to get all sweaty again right after he just took a shower. They get to the nut part anyway, and it’s like a warm flow of lava that rolls through Taemin’s veins and sizzles under his skin. He groans through his teeth as he fills the condom, Jonghyun jerking himself off with quiet, shaky gasps of breath until he comes in white lines over Taemin’s stomach and a little bit on his shirt where he didn’t push it up far enough.

As he breathes slowly and plays little lines over Jonghyun’s skin and waits for his heart rate to go back to normal, Taemin dimly registers appreciation that Jonghyun is pulling the condom off and tying it into a little knot for him. He can never do it with his clumsy fingers, and especially not when he’s all hazy from an orgasm. After he feels Jonghyun lean over to drop it in the shared garbage bin between their beds he lifts a lazy hand to find Jonghyun’s neck and pulls him down for a sloppy kiss.

“How much time until I gotta be ready now?” he asks. Jonghyun snorts, kisses his mouth, the corner of his lips, his cheek, and then licks his cheek when Taemin whines about his lip spit. While Taemin is glaring at him and wiping his cheek Jonghyun checks the time.

“Not enough,” is the answer that he gives. He wiggles off of Taemin and stretches his arms over his head with a pleased squeak, then fluffs up Taemin’s hair and turns to his dresser to find some clothes. “Shower, kiddo,” he says. “I’ll make you breakfast while you’re in there.” Taemin laughs softly as he lurches into a sitting position and rubs his palms into his eyes.

“For what, a ‘thank you’ present?” he asks. Jonghyun snorts again and shakes his head before he pulls a shirt over it.

“So we won’t be late,” he says. “Don’t get cocky just because you got laid,” he adds. Then he pauses, and then a bright little smile pulls up his lips. “Hehe, cocky,” he says. “Cocky, like–get it?”

Both of them sit there in the dark room and giggle at each other until Taemin’s last minute alarm goes off and startles him into scuttling out of bed. In the shower as he soaps himself all up, he smiles to himself. One out of three down and he hasn’t even had breakfast.

~

His solo segment of the photoshoot done, Taemin leans against the little snack table in the back and watches Jinki do his poses in between scanning all of the staff to see if any of them would be a good number two. Not for the first time does he curse his dick’s inexplicable lust for women that can and will break him in half if he so much as looks at them hopefully. All of the ladies he wants to talk to are way too intimidating and would have no time for his boner bullshit. All of the other ones are probably nice enough but he hasn’t flirted with anyone in so long that he’s not confident that he would be able to do it without fucking up. A few of the guys around are hot also, but all of them are firmly blocked off by the closet door, which is a real shame.

He’s sucking absentmindedly on an orange wedge when Minho comes walking up to grab a snack himself. Taemin gives him an orange smile and a nod of the head.

“Hey,” he says through his wedge. Minho does that silent, breathy laugh of his as he gets to the table. He avoids all of the food and just leans back against it, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Hey Tae,” he says back. He doesn’t say anything other than that so Taemin assumes he just wants to chill quietly like they do sometimes and goes back to searching for someone to frick. Every so often as he’s looked Jinki has caught his eye between camera flashes and thrown him a smile. They look innocent enough but Taemin knows. He can just tell. He can feel in his soul that Jinki is thinking baby loser boi at him.

He’s probably not, really, but Taemin likes to pretend he is to keep his focus on his goal.

His phone vibrates in his pocket then; he glances at it, pats his pocket lazily to confirm, and then just reaches to throw his orange slice away and grab another one. He's sucking on that when his phone vibrates again. He rolls his eyes at whoever’s texting him. Everyone knows he’s busy and he can’t check his phone during work. Every time he does that he forgets to put it back in his pocket and just leaves it somewhere to be lost forever.

Maybe that pretty light holder, Taemin thinks. She looks equal parts tough and easygoing. She’s also probably the only light holder, though, he thinks, scrunching his nose. They probably don’t have backups for that job in case the main one sneaks off to go fuck a model. Damn.

When his phone vibrates a third time Taemin huffs, reaching to pat his pocket again. He should put it on sil–

“Dude, check your fucking texts,” Minho mutters. He kicks Taemin’s ankle, too, but when Taemin glances at him he’s still blandly absorbed in his phone. Taemin snorts. Oh. It was Minho . Alright then. Wiggling his phone out of his pocket, he puts in his password and then opens up his texts to see what Minho had to tell him that he couldn’t say out loud.

From: Minjo 1:34pm

I’m stressed:(

From: Minjo 1:34pm

Wanna go fuck

From: Minjo 1:36pm

I looked around there’s an empty room down the hall from the bathrooms

“Oh,” Taemin says out loud. He bites back too big of a grin. Oh, fuck yeah. Here he was worrying about who his number two would be, and his number two just came right to him. He didn’t know why he didn’t think of this before, with how many times they’ve done this together. He grabs a third orange wedge and holds it in his mouth so he can use both hands to text back.

To: Minjo 1:38pm

ye sure we got like wat 25mins til th other 3 r dun??

From: Minjo 1:38pm

Why do you type like a twelve year old

To: Minjo 1:39pm

d u wanna get in my butt or wat

From: Minjo 1:40pm

Am I called minjo in your phone??? What the fuck??? Change that

To: Minjo 1:40pm

no

To: Minjo 1:42pm

quit tryin 2 tke my cell!!1!

To: Minjo 1:43pm

ur wastin time!!!

From: Minjo 1:43pm

You’re an awful gremlin let’s go fuck

Taemin grins wide even as Minho grabs his elbow in a grumpily hard grip and tugs him away from the table. Taking care to stuff his phone into his pocket, he wiggles his arm free and then just slings it casually around Minho's shoulder.

“I love and cherish you a lot,” he smiles. Minho rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“I know you’re just saying that to be obnoxious, but I also know that you really mean it, so.” He sighs with a shrug. Taemin grins smugly. That’s exactly the reaction he was going for.

He lets Minho carry him out of the main shooting room, passed their dressing room, passed the bathrooms, and into another room down the hall. Looking around, it looks like just another dressing room. Taemin hops up onto the makeup desk, back to the mirror, and smiles lazily at Minho as he peeps around the room for the light switch. When he pops on the dim orb lights above Taemin’s head and looks over, he catches sight of Taemin’s smirk and frowns.

“What?” he asks. Taemin smiles wider.

“How come I’m always the one you go to for dirty little quickies?” he asks. Minho blinks at him, then looks down to push his hair out of his face as he walks forward and pretends he's not avoiding the question.

“It’s not always you,” he says when he looks back up. Taemin cocks a brow, spreading his legs to let Minho stand between them and frown at him close up.

“No?” he asks. That’s a lie. Taemin knows. He knows when Minho and Jonghyun fuck, they take their time, because Jonghyun likes to flutter around in low swooping sweats after and pretend he’s not showing off the finger bruises and hickeys on his hips. He knows when Minho and Kibum fuck they take a while because he can hear them, quiet murmurs and heavy thuds through the wall in the dorm until a sudden shhhh, and then a long while later one of them stepping into the shower. Jinki and Minho haven’t fucked in a while, that’s true, but that’s because they were actually dating for a while and since they fell out of that they’ve been avoiding sex until they can make sure their emotions won’t go causing any problems.

But with Taemin?

“When we fuck it’s always like this,” he murmurs. Minho leans in to kiss him; then he hesitates. They both have lipgloss to make their lips look plush and kissable for the photos and they’re both tired of having their stylists sigh at them for messing it up. Taemin hooks his fingers in the hem of Minho's ugly car print shirt instead and ghosts his lips over his collarbones. “You always drag me off to some dark room so we can get each other off and then pretend like it never happened.”

“You never complained before,” Minho grumbles. One of his hands braces on the counter next to Taemin���s hip, and the other pushes up the hem of his shirt enough that he can get to the zipper of his shorts. Taemin shifts his hips forward to help him out, smiling against his skin and breathing deep. Of all of Minho's endless handsomeness it’s always his scent, the crisp smell of his skin and sweat barely noticeable under cologne and makeup, that gets Taemin hard.

“I’m not complaining,” he says. He trails his own hands down to Minho's shorts to feel up for his dick. “Just curious why I’m apparently your dirty little secret.” It’s kind of exciting, honestly. The other three never get to have this much fun during shoots.

“Well, it was because you were always quiet when we did,” Minho mutters. He gets his hand into Taemin’s shorts while Taemin chuckles into his chest. Oh. “And ‘cause you’re quiet after,” Minho adds. “You know the other three like to brag about sex but I get flustered about it. You don’t care.” He shrugs, and then he pulls Taemin’s cock out and strokes him a few times, and then Taemin stops caring. He guesses Minho was right about him.

He grips Minho's shirt, hissing softly and rolling his hips forward, before he remembers they still have to take pictures after this and just grips his bicep instead. Minho's pulls his hand back to spit into it before returning it to his cock. Taemin shivers, skin tingling all over, and brings one hand to pat his pockets for the lube he brought with him this morning. It’s not in his photoshoot outfit; it’s back in the dressing room in his skinnies thrown over his bag. He curses softly and just continues his quest into Minho's pants instead.

Minho is already fully hard in his hand, which is pretty impressive, considering all they’ve done is bicker and not kiss. He must be extra stressed. How he’s able to funnel any kind of stress or anxiety into sexual energy Taemin has no idea, but he at least he’s learned how to get him off quickly and get it all out of him. He tugs Minho closer, so he can close his legs around his hips, squeezing him just the way he likes, and spits into his own hand to ease the way.

A baby loser boi wouldn’t be so attentive and caring, a voice in the back of his head says, and he smothers his laugh in Minho's ugly shirt.

“What?” Minho hums. He fits his chin on Taemin’s head, his other hand holding him close by the waist, and his hand still jerks Taemin’s cock quick and tight. It would be hard for Taemin to give him an answer even if he had a good one; he shakes his head and slides his free hand down to push Minho's shorts down further.

“Nothing,” he breathes. He cups Minho's balls in his hand gentle, rubbing his thumb over them just the way he likes, and smirks when he hears him hiss. From there it’s simple, routine; they’ve done this enough times to have each other coming apart in minutes.

Minho is so close to him, the skin of his neck right in front of him in the darkness. He’s radiating warmth, smells so good, feels so big and heavy, like he’s a blanket covering Taemin, almost smothering him with his presence. Every flick of his steady wrist on Taemin’s cock makes Taemin suck in a sharp lungful of air. Taemin aches to bite Minho's neck, but he can’t; he aches to bite his own lips, but he shouldn’t. Instead he just chews on the insides of his cheeks, sucking them further and further in as the heat inside of him grows bigger and bigger.

Minho nuts first, which is unusual. Usually it’s Taemin first, but also usually Taemin hasn’t already nutted that day, so. It catches him off guard, makes him pull back and whisper curses as he fumbles to cover the head of Minho's cock, to get as much as possible on his hands instead of on their outfits.

That takes up so much of his concentration that he doesn't even notice the painful grip that Minho has on his waist. When he does notice it, he winces and says, "ow, dude." He never knew Minho had such a death grip. He's always been too orgasm loopy to notice it, he guesses. While Minho puts his hands on the counter on either side of Taemin’s hips instead, catching his breath, Taemin carefully holds his hands behind his back to look at them. Jizz drips down them and almost onto the floor before he twists them to stop it. "Gross," he mumbles this time.

"Here," Minho mumbles back. He pushes himself up straight (Taemin quickly moves his hands away so he doesn't get any on the back of his ugly shirt). Digging in his pocket, he pulls out a packet of tissues and hands one over. Taemin takes it gratefully, wiping his hands clean, and then accidentally rips it in half when Minho starts jerking him off again. He whispers another curse, heavier this time as his hips jerk up, and brings his hands back down to the counter to give himself something to hold onto.

Minho is smirking at him, so he rolls his eyes and then closes them, tilting his head to breathe out slow towards the ceiling. When he looks back down, he frowns because Minho isn't there anymore. But his hand is still on Taemin’s cock, which is even more confusing. Looking even further down, he's surprised to find Minho on his knees between his legs.

"Hey," he says, voice shaky, panic rising in him as Minho licks his lips. "Don't, hey, you're going to get–" Minho kisses the head of his cock, mouth so soft and pretty and red and sticky with lip gloss, so sticky his bottom lip takes longer to leave than the rest of his mouth. "You're going to get in trouble," Taemin whispers, breathless. "With– stylist, you're going to–"

"That's fine," Minho says, and then his mouth is around Taemin’s cock and the breath is catching in Taemin’s lungs.

This isn't fair, this isn't fair, this is so not fair. His hands twitch, jerk, want desperately to tangle into Minho’s perfectly styled hair, but they can't. He can't fuck his hips up in this position either. He can't even pull his own hair. All he can do is sit here and take it, sit here and slap his hands desperately on the counter while Minho bobs his head further and further down onto his cock.

It gets lost a lot in all of the hype around Taemin's lips, Jonghyun's a close second, but Minho really does have the perfect mouth for sucking cock. His lips a perfect circle, thick and soft but still able to stretch thin in the most gorgeous way, lip gloss making them glisten and leaving messy smudges all along the shaft of Taemin's cock. His jaw sharp but his cheeks soft, perfect when he sucks and hollows them out, perfect when he goes slack and takes Taemin far into the back of his throat. His eyelashes, short but still long enough to fan out pretty over his cheeks with his eyes closed. His short brown hair just long enough to fall perfectly messy over his forehead.

Taemin would be able to come just from watching Minho suck dick, so it's a miracle honestly that he lasts even a couple of minutes before he covers his mouth with his still sticky fingers to muffle his grunt as he finally releases into that perfect perfect mouth.

He leans far back on his hands after, relaxed, boneless, limp like a little noodle boi, eyes closed again as he smiles at the ceiling. This turned out so much better than he expected. A hand tugs at his shirt collar; he lets Minho pull him to sit up straight, and then leans forward until he's leaning against him, nuzzling his cheek into his neck and smirking as he curses and quickly tries to hold his weight.

Minho gets him steady after a moment, then pokes his sides, but Taemin is too lazy to be ticklish right now. He just fumbles between their bodies to put his dick away and then slides off of the counter, giving Minho a lazy hug. Minho hugs him back, of course, warm and snuggly and perfect.

"You're welcome," he mumbles into Minho’s ugly shirt. Minho's laugh rumbles in his chest and Taemin nestles closer until Minho gently pushes him away.

"You too, Taem," he says fondly. "Let's get back before they notice we're gone."

"Okie dokie," Taemin giggles, letting Minho wrap an arm around his shoulders and lead him first to the bathroom to clean up and then back out onto the set. He's extra bubbly now, and not just because he got his dick sucked.

Two down, one to go, and he has the whole rest of the day to do it. This should be a piece of cake.

~

It's not a piece of cake.

Or, rather, it's like a piece of cake that Taemin tried to make himself, by which he means, it's an absolute disaster with no usable results.

No one else at the photoshoot was interested. No one even noticed his attempts to flirt, except the one girl that did and just looked him up and down, rolled her eyes, and walked away. And then it's not like he was going to hook up with anyone at the restaurant they all hit after, or during the radio show when they barely showed up on time and then left as soon as it was over. He was hoping they could at least hit a club or something after that since they had the rest of the day free, but all three of their managers shot him down when he asked. Even manager Minho, and Taemin thought he was his favorite.

What's worse is that he thinks that Jonghyun did go out club hopping with Minho and they just got away with it by saying they were going to go find a convenience store really quick for some snacks. Taemin doesn't know what kind of convenience store involves selfies sent to the group chat of a dance floor and cute babes, but he does know that if all he had to do was lie then he wouldn't have asked the managers in the first place.

Now he's just here, at the dorm, alone, because he was too bummed about not finding a number three to want to go out to dinner with the other members and the managers and have to look at Jinki's smug ass face. At least he's here alone in the dorm for a while which means that he can spoil himself in the bathroom. He's already helped himself to one of Jonghyun's face masks and is very much appreciating his nice soft skin while he looks through all of the rest of the crap that they buy here in Japan every time they come and then forget to pack up and take home later. Maybe he is a sad little baby loser boi but at least he has cucumber–

"Oh– jesus, you're still in here?"

Taemin jumps as the bathroom door suddenly bangs open, knocking over half of the bottles and creams on the counter, Kibum watching all of them clatter into the sink or onto the floor.

"I'm not picking all of those up," he says. "Have you been in here this whole time?"

"Fuck you," is what Taemin decides to reply with. He can spend as long as he wants in the bathroom. He didn't even think he'd been in here for that long. "You guys already finished dinner?" He asks.

"Yeah, but then all of the old men wanted to go to a bar, but like, a boring one, and the other two wouldn't tell me what club they were at, so I came back here to shower."

"Hmm," Taemin says, and then Kibum invites himself inside without asking. Taemin kind of just lets him, stepping aside and scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He guesses he doesn't really have a right to kick Kibum out of here, either.

He also guesses, in a moment of dawning realization, that if Jonghyun and Minho are still at the clubs, and Jinki and the managers are out drinking, and Kibum is here, and he is here, then. Him and Kibum are both here. Together. Alone. He watches Kibum go back on what he said not even a minute ago and start picking up all of the bottles in the sink, putting them back nicely, and bites his lip.

It's still today. It would still count. Kibum likes him. Taemin annoys him, and Kibum says that he doesn't like him all the time, but he does. Taemin knows it. The two of them have fucked before. What's the worst that would happen if he asked? Kibum calls him a gremlin and makes him go away? Kibum does that to him all the time.

Besides, it's not like he's going to get another surprise extra last chance like this tonight. He has to take this one, legally, or else he will definitely be baby loser boi. Forever.

"Hey, do you want to fuck really quick?" Taemin asks. Just like that. No context or preamble or anything. Kibum doesn't need it.

Kibum does, however, stop where he's leaning close to the mirror, makeup remover wipe halfway to his face, and turn to look at Taemin.

Taemin smiles back hopefully, doing his best to look like a cute gremlin instead of an annoying gremlin. He doesn't think it works, because Kibum rolls his eyes and looks back to himself in the mirror.

"Why are you so goddamn horny today?" He asks, swiping the wipe over one eye. "First Jonghyun and you not knowing how to close a fucking door this morning, and then I know you and Minho snuck off during the photo shoot, and everyone saw how desperate you were to hook up with one of the staff." He pauses there to throw Taemin a quirked eyebrow in the mirror. Taemin scrunches his face at him. Rude. He doesn't need to be judged. Any more than he already is being. He doesn't need extra judgment just because he got shot down by a hot girl.

Kibum folds his makeup wipe in half and starts rubbing away his other eye. "Why do you want a hat trick so bad?" he asks.

And that actually gets Taemin to pouting. He wasn't that obvious, was he?

"Jinki told me I couldn't do it," he whines. "He told me I was baby loser boi."

"Oh my god." and now Kibum is laughing, choking on it almost, turning to shove Taemin's shoulder, all of his previous emotions replaced by surprise and joy. "I was joking, dude, are you serious?" And then, when Taemin puts his face in his hands, wallowing in the shame of his mistake, Kibum laughs even harder. God. Bad. Everything about this situation that Taemin has made for himself is bad now.

"I'm leaving," he says, turning to leave with his face still in his hands. "Goodbye don't talk to me–"

"No wait, come back," Kibum says quickly, through his laughter. He grabs Taemin's arm and tugs him back. "I'll fuck you," he says.

"Really?" Taemin asks, hopeful again. Like, really really? If he agrees to fuck then Taemin doesn't mind about being laughed at anymore. Kibum nods, shrugs, pushes his fingers through his hair, gosh he's so pretty sometimes.

"Yeah, sure," he says. "Jinki made like a hundred puns at dinner and I know he was doing it just to be annoying. This will get him back good enough for me."

God, Taemin loves how much being petty can really bring people together to do great things.

"You have condoms, right?" Kibum asks. "I wouldn't put my dick raw into your ass in a hundred years."

"Yeah I do give me a minute," Taemin says quickly, bolting happily out of the bathroom. He doesn't even care that Kibum just insulted his bootyhole. He makes extra sure to grab the lube, too, since apparently he's bottoming, and then scuttles back. When he skids into the bathroom he also kicks a bottle of perfume still on the floor, and he very easily ignores that in favor of bouncing on his toes and showing Kibum .

Kibum, already back to wiping his makeup off, gives him a quick once-over, eyebrows raised, and then nods his head towards the shower. "I need a minute," he says. "Get the water warm for me."

And Taemin almost blasts off into the stratosphere right there because not only is he getting his hat trick, he's also getting shower sex. Fuck yeah. Dreams do come true.

He cranks the water on hot, throws the lube and a condom square onto the shelf in there, and strips. He makes sure to do so in a way that is annoying and showy so Kibum has to notice him in the mirror, but not so obnoxious that he changes his mind. It's a very delicate balance that Taemin has perfected. When he's done, he checks the water, decides it's warm enough, and slips in, pulling the curtain closed behind him.

Since he's here, he shampoos his hair and slorps some conditioner through it, and from there it's easy. All he has to do is finger himself a little bit– he's no Jonghyun– and get into the mood. He grabs the lube, pops it open, and starts working on working himself open. It's a familiar enough feeling; he prefers topping because it's easier but he always does love the stretch, the pressure, the feeling of being so full. He thinks bottommy thoughts as he goes to really get himself all worked up: hips between his legs, hands on his butt, calling shotgun, fingers in his mouth....

The tiniest moan spills from his lips as that thought really gets to him. He puts two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, leaning on the cold tile wall, rocking his hips back onto his fingers while his half chub immediately jumps up to massive hard-on.

"Hey, don't nut in there without me," Kibum calls.

"Hurry up," Taemin whines around his fingers.

Kibum takes his sweet time, so much so that when he finally does peel back the shower curtain and step in, Taemin is practically desperate, not that he’ll admit it. Kibum’s smirk says that he knows anyway.

Thankfully, he's nice enough to not make Taemin wait any longer, and all he says is a confident "hey" before one hand is on Taemin's hip and the other is tugging his hand away from his booty by the wrist. He pushes Taemin's chest fully up against the tile wall, so cold and hard compared to the soft kisses he drops onto his neck.

"Did Jinki bet you anything for this or is it just a pride thing?" he asks under Taemin's ear. Taemin, so focused on the big hand on his hip, the hard cock pressed against his butt, the snap of the lube bottle as Kibum slicks himself up, has to think really hard about what all of those words mean when they're all put together like that.

Kibum scoots him half a step forward and the tip of his cock brushes the wall, a full body shiver running down his spine.

"He," he manages, "he called me baby loser boi."

"So you’ve said," Kibum hums.

"I'm not baby loser boi," Taemin pouts.

"If you say so," Kibum says, and then, instead of letting Taemin reply, he lines his cock up to his asshole and pushes all the way in in one smooth, slow, perfect movement.

Taemin groans low in his throat the entire time.

When Kibum bottoms out, he hums happily, hooking his chin over Taemin's shoulder. Taemin can feel the smile against his jaw as he asks, "you good?"

Taemin isn't good in the sense that he feels so fucking perfect and he got himself so fucking worked up that he feels like he's about to explode already, but he is good in the way that he knows Kibum means, so, panting, trembling, he nods and rocks his hips back and says, "yes, yes, fuck me, come on.”

Kibum kisses his jaw, says, "good," and then straightens up, leans back, pulls his cock out, pushes it back in almost agonizingly slow.

And that, Taemin remembers suddenly, is the thing about fucking Kibum. How he has so much practice and control that he can almost drive Taemin up the wall. He can almost overwhelm him, almost make him absolutely lose it, and it's that same, consistent almost that makes Taemin sure that he's doing it on purpose. He knows Kibum could nut him out of his own brain in a heartbeat if he felt like it and knowing that gets him, without fail, every single time, shivering with anticipation that maybe Kibum will actually do it one day.

Not today, though. Today he goes slow, lazy, fucks in hard and deep and takes his time doing it. Taemin can't tell if it's because he's tired after a long day or because he wants to tease him but either way, if Taemin goes through another minute of this he'll be dangerously close to begging. It's just so good, the stretch, the push and the pull, the contrast of the cold wall and the hot water and Kibums warm skin, his hand smoothing up his back and cupping his jaw, thumb at the corner of his lips.

Taemin turns his head, just to try to suck Kibum's thumb into his mouth, and somehow manages to lose his balance at the same time. Kibum catches him, chuckling, teasing, as he whines about it. Taemin is both thankful and not thankful for that; sure he didn't fall and crack his head open on the tub, but now Kibum's hand, thumb included, are around his waist and that is way too far away from his mouth. He needs something in his mouth, on his mouth, something to play with, something to suck on, he needs, he needs–

"Kiss," he says, trying to turn around in Kibums arms. "Kiss, Kibummie, I want kiss, please–" and just like that, Kibum is pulling out and turning him around, though instead of leaning in, he pushes Taemin gently so he's touching the wall again. His back not used to the sharp cold of it, Taemin hisses, arching away, into Kibum's big hand that pushes him right back. He's smirking, too, the dickhead, and he doesn't do anything else other than wait for Taemin to calm down and relax against the tile.

Then, eyebrows raised, fingers styling Taemin's hair not out of his face but pulling it to hang in front of his eyes, he says, "You're always so baby when you bottom, Taem."

"Only when it's you fucking me," Taemin says, and then, to avoid dealing with the embarrassment of that blurted admittance, grabs Kibum’s face and presses their mouths together.

It's a very weird and awkward kiss until Kibum stops laughing into his mouth, and then it gets very warm and good.

So good that, as soon as Kibum grabs one of his thighs and hikes his leg up around his waist and starts fucking him again, it only takes Taemin another minute or two before he's gasping and shuddering through his third orgasm of the day.

He does his best to not go limp and instead clings harder to Kibum, letting him keep going, enjoying the aftershocks, the extra sensitivity, and moaning softly into his ear the way he likes the most. It does the trick; before long, Kibum's own orgasm hits and he's probably pressing bruises into Taemin's waist as he fills the condom.

Kibum always takes what feels like forever to come out of his orgasm brain, but eventually, after a while of Taemin petting all of the hairspray out of his wet hair, he sucks in a big breath against his neck and says, "Hey, when you're bragging about this to Jinki tomorrow, make sure you tell him I did it specifically to piss him off."

"Sure," Taemin laughs. That's fine. A favor for a favor. No problem.

"Good," Kibum says. He steps away and turns them both in a circle so Taemin is closer to the shower curtain. "Now get out of here," he says.

Taemin obeys without protest. Well, almost. He makes sure to reach around and cop a feel of Kibum's booty before he steps out of the shower.

Outside, dripping onto the bath mat, smirking at Kibum's indignant grumbling, Taemin lets the accomplishment fill up his entire body. Hell yeah. Fuck yeah. He did it.

He did it!! He did it he did it he got his hat trick! He does a little happy dance to himself right there in the middle of the bathroom, just because he's so overjoyed at actually pulling it off that he can't not. Hell fucking yeah. Baby loser boi his ass. He does have it in him and he is not a baby loser and Jinki– and Naruto Man– can suck his ass.

He looks around the bathroom, pushing his hand through his hair and looking for a towel, and then stops when his hand immediately feels gross and greasy. Looking at it with a grimace, he sees goopy white and remembers. Oh yeah, right. Conditioner.

"Hey let me back in," he says, pulling the shower curtain open and inviting himself in without waiting for Kibum to answer.

~

It's a variety show filming and then back home the next morning, and he doesn't wake up until Jonghyun wakes him up again, so Taemin doesn't have alone time private enough with Jinki to brag until they're sitting in the airport cafe waiting for their plane to board.

They're split between two tables; Kibum, Minho, and the managers at one, and Jinki, Jonghyun and Taemin at the other. Jonghyun is absorbed in his phone, headphones in, so as soon as Taemin gets his coffee and sits down, he leans obnoxiously against Jinki's shoulder and smiles very close to his cheek.

"Yes, baby loser boi?" Jinki asks mildly, not looking up from his own phone. He smirks as he says it, but this time, Taemin does too.

"Ah, but, see," Taemin says, leaning harder to really get his attention. "I am not. Baby loser boi. Factually. Scientifically proven."

"Yeah?" Jinki asks, raising his brows. "How do you figure that?"

"Because," Taemin says, "i did it."

And now Jinki finally looks away from his phone. Clicking it off, putting it in his pocket, and taking a sip of his drink, he turns to put his elbow on the table and face Taemin. Taemin faces him with his greatest accomplished smile. He is very proud of himself and he is not going to hide any of it.

"Did what?" Jinki asks. To reply, all Taemin does is tap the brim of his snapback. The same one that he was wearing two days ago, that he "forgot" to give back. Jinki glances up at it, then does a double-take, eyes going wide. His mouth pops open in a silent gasp before he all at once leans close and squints and whispers, "you did not."

"I did, though," Taemin says. And then he absolutely revels in the absolute befuddlement on Jinki's face. The confusion. The disbelief. The incredulity. He loves it.

"With who?" He demands, except he’s still talking in a low tone, so the severity of it is lessened very much. Again, Taemin chooses to point instead of reply out loud, and he watches as Jinki follows his finger around the little cafe to each of their members in turn. "Jonghyun barely counts, it's supposed to be a challenge, he would bend over for any– okay, yeah, Minho is fair– how the fuck did you get Kibum to--? Wait."

Jinki whips around with one of the sharpest frowns Taemin has ever seen on his face. "You were actively trying to get a hat trick yesterday and you fucked everyone in the band except me? Me? The one that knew what you were doing? The one that would have been the easiest to convince? Hello?"

"My dude, the entire point was to be petty," Taemin grins. "Why the fuck would I let you get in on it?" Jinki was never for a millisecond on his list of potential fuckees. No way would Taemin give him such a good time after he called him baby loser boi and said he had a weird shaped head. "Speaking of," he adds, remembering his promise to Kibum last night, "Kibum said he did it specifically because you were pissing him off at dinner."

Jinki whips back around to find Kibum and frown at him, though he does it so dramatically that Taemin is sure that he's just doing it to be funny. For a moment, he seems confused, but then a familiar look of realization dawns on his face and he just looks proud of himself instead, raising his eyebrows at their bandmate. Kibum senses his gaze and looks up, looks between the both of them, and then a knowing smirk pulls up his lips. He gives Jinki a delicate middle finger and then an even more delicate wave before he turns back to his own conversation and Jinki turns back to Taemin.

"Worth it, honestly," he says. Taemin snorts. Of course.

"Anyway," he says. "You have to admit that I'm not baby loser boi. You said I couldn't get a hat-trick and I did so clearly you were wrong." Jinki was wrong and Taemin was right and he deserves to have that acknowledged.

"Mmm, actually," Jinki hums. He pulls his phone out again and starts scrolling through it, despite Taemin's immediate releaning upon his shoulder. "I think my actual words were, ‘baby loser boi doesn't have it in him to get a hat-trick.’ Not that you can't get a hat-trick because you are baby loser boi. So you are still, technically, baby loser boi. However." He holds up one finger before Taemin can even do more than furrow his brows and open his mouth in outrage. He smiles at Taemin from the corner of his eye. "I will concede that I underestimated you and that baby loser boi does have it in him."

“Hrmgrmgh.” Taemin grumbles to himself, pulling away from Jinki's shoulder to slump over the table and press his cheek into the grubby plastic. He guesses. If that's as good as he's going to get. Then he's going to have to accept it. And just make sure the terms of his redemption are clearer next time. "Fine," he mumbles.

Then, looking at a stray strand of blond hair on the table, he smiles to himself and adds slyly, "Naruto man."

Jinki's sigh is, Taemin thinks, an even greater satisfaction than he was hoping for in the first place.

[jaejjang]

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@katrinawritesthings when ur bf is angelkin n u Gotta Kis

When Taemin gets upstairs, Jonghyun is sprawled out on their bed, his face pillowed by his folded arms. He must not have heard Taemin coming up the stairs, because as Taemin watches, Jonghyun attempts to bury his body into the blankets strewn about the bed. He’s humming one of his little songs to himself, kicking his feet in the air as he waits, pretty and patient.

Jonghyun is pouting, and he keeps shifting in his seat as he whines, "My shoulder blades, Taemie. They keep hurting. Or - no, not hurting. More like...tingling?"

And Taemin has always noticed the way Jonghyun would shift, rolling his shoulders a little as if to alleviate some sort of tension. He doesn't make the connection though, until now. "You felt your wings," he breathes. "You felt them, didn't you?"

Jonghyun ducks his head, a little soft, a little sweet, and he looks both fond and flustered as he nods.

"Can I touch them?" Taemin asks. He doesn't know much about being angelkin, other than what Jonghyun has told him, and the things he's read, but either way, he doesn't want to touch - or do anything - without Jonghyun's permission. "I want...I want to see you shiver when I touch you. I want to kiss my pretty angel's wings."

Jonghyun looks so shy, so sweet and soft now as he nods again, turning around to give Taemin better access. Like always, Taemin presses a kiss to the beauty mark on the back of his neck, and only when Jonghyun shivers does Taemin pull back.

"My pretty angel," Taemin coos, plucking at the thin t shirt (probably Jinki’s) before adding, "let's take this off, okay?"

When Jonghyun has done as he'd asked, Taemin sneaks his arms around Jonghyun's waist to hold him close as he brushes his lips against each letter of his tattoo. "My Jonghyunnie, pretty pretty angel, love you so much. So gorgeous for me, angel."

Whatever Jonghyun had been about to say is lost as the breath stutters from his throat, and Taemin laughs. "Jonghyunnie, can you go lie down in bed for me?”

“Why?” Even if Taemin can’t see it, he can tell that Jonghyun is pouting, can hear it in his voice. And he knows what he’s about to say will just make it worse, but-

“Well, I have to worship you properly, angel."

The soft, flustered noise that leaves Jonghyun's lips makes Taemin's heart melt.

When Taemin gets upstairs, Jonghyun is sprawled out on their bed, his face pillowed by his folded arms. He must not have heard Taemin coming up the stairs, because as Taemin watches, Jonghyun attempts to bury his body into the blankets strewn about the bed. He’s humming one of his little songs to himself, kicking his feet in the air as he waits, pretty and patient. And Taemin was going to call out for him, but Jonghyun looks so soft like this that he just leans against the door, watching with an endeared smile as Jonghyun wiggles his body to the tune of his song.

He’d shimmied his way out of his pants while Taemin was gone, so he lies bare but for the strip of pale blue of his (no, probably Kibum’s) boyshorts. In the warm afternoon sunlight, his skin shines silk smooth and honey gold, and from his place in the doorway, Taemin can see the way the muscles in his upper back shift, almost as if-

“You really are an angel, aren’t you?” Taemin asks. He says it mostly to himself, but Jonghyun startles, glancing back at him with wide eyes and a wider grin.

“Taeminnie! Took long, I missed you.”

“Missed you too, baby.”

Jonghyun turns back around as Taemin comes closer, simultaneously wriggling in anticipation and sending Taemin’s heart stuttering. As soon as the bed dips under Taemin’s weight, Jonghyun stills, waiting pretty and pliant for Taemin to settle low on his hips. He smiles with closed eyes as Taemin trails his fingers down to the curve of his shoulder blades, gentle gentle. Taemin doesn’t stop until Jonghyun’s breath catches on his throat. “Where are your wings? Here?”

Jonghyun nods, smile soft and sweet. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to, and Taemin shimmies further down to place his hands more firmly on Jonghyun’s back. “Angel,” he whispers, following the jut of his shoulder blades, the length of his back with his fingers and lips. He presses kisses to where Jonghyun’s wings would be and whispers praises to his skin, worshipping him in all the ways he knows how.

“My beautiful, pretty angel,” he mumbles to the dip in his lower back, “I love the way you tremble when I touch you like this.”

Taemin feels more than hears Jonghyun’s sharp intake of breath, and they’ve been together long enough for him to read all of the tells in his body. The little sigh of breath as he goes boneless means keep going, touch me, kiss me, and to make his demand even more clear, Jonghyun reaches back to fumble for Taemin’s hand.

So Taemin does as he’s told. “It gives me goosebumps, how ethereal you are. It’s like you were sent to bless me...you really are an angel. My angel.”

“Your guardian angel,” Jonghyun giggles, “I’m your guardian angel, Taeminnie.”

“Careful, or I’ll start to believe it.” When Jonghyun giggles again, Taemin kisses his hip, his side. “You could be, Jonghyunnie. Came to me so suddenly out of the blue, with me through one of the worst points in my life, center me...you’re my angel.”

“Taeminnie,” Jonghyun whines. He’d begun to wiggle while Taemin was speaking, and now his movement has become so incessant that Taemin rolls off of him, laughing as well.

“I’ll stop for now, Jonghyunnie. Okay, angel?”

Jonghyun pouts, but he nods, and he lets himself be bundled up in Taemin’s arms for more kisses. This time, when he tries to escape, Taemin just holds him tighter.

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The Gay Agenda - Chapter 5

 Look at me, actually uploading when I said I would oml! Chapter 5 is here, and its Jren. 

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“Our next contestant is Choi M-“

“Holy shit, is that Minki?!” Jeonghan interrupts Holland, jumping out of his seat to get a better look at the screen in front of them.

“Uhh, yes, do you know him?” Holland questions.

“Yeah, shit, he’s my cousin. I don’t know why I didn’t think of him for this show, he’s like a lover of all things gay. Also, he already works here so it’s perfect.”

“Well then, I guess I can save myself the introduction,” Holland laughs. “Do you happen to know what his type is?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. He’s into like super nerdy guys which is kind of ironic because, even though he works in the freaking comic book store, he could not be less interested in them.”

“Ah, well then it should be easy to find someone that’s his type then, I guess. Let’s see how he gets on.”

He knows he should really be spending his money on better things as a 23-year-old, but Jonghyun can’t help himself, so he finds himself on the bus for his weekly visit to the comic book store. It also has nothing to do with the pretty shop clerk whom he has successfully avoided talking to for weeks now, nope. Nothing at all. He totally doesn’t spend half his time there staring at him, and not the comic books. Definitely not.

Ever since the new guy has started working there, his visits to the store have become significantly more nerve wracking and he finds his hands sweating a worrying amount every time he pushes the door open. He really needs to get his shit together.

He walks straight to the Haikyu section, deliberately not looking towards the counter, where he knows the beautiful boy is. He knows his name is Minki, having glanced at his name tag out of the corner of his eye last time, when he had been busy ringing up another costumer.

Even though he only glanced in his direction for about half a second through the glass door before entering, he is still hyperaware of Minki, slouching over the counter, looking bored out his mind, sucking on a goddamn lollipop. He also belatedly realizes that Minki seems to be the only employee here, which means that, if he wants to buy something, he will inevitably have to talk to him. Which is generally a good thing, forcing him to finally have a conversation, but he’s also scared shitless. He knows he gets all stuttery and awkward when faced with pretty people he may or may not have a small (massive) crush on, so there is probably a high chance he’s going to embarrass himself. For a second he considers just not buying anything and high tailing it out of the store, before he realizes how stupid that is. He gives himself a short mental pep-talk before finally deciding to get his shit together, picks up the book he wants and makes his way towards the counter. Previously he had always waited, sometimes agonisingly long, until Minki was busy or went on break and his co-worker took over, before he went to the counter, as to avoid the situation he was in now.

He placed his book on the counter, finally managed to look up and made direct eye contact with Minki for the first time. He was frozen for a minute, lost in the man’s eyes before he was shaken out of his stupor.

“Only this then?” Minki asked.

“Uh, y-yeah.” Jonghyun mentally cursed at himself for the little stutter and cleared his throat. “Just this one today,” he managed, trying to sound a little more confident and not like his legs were about to give in any second.

“So have you finally decided to stop avoiding me then?” Jonghyun’s head snapped up from where he lowered it again, staring at Minki with a panicked expression, who was smirking at him with a knowing smile.

“What? I was not- I’m not- I didn’t…,” he stuttered, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

“Dude, literally every time you’re here you stare holes into the side of my head but you never come up to the counter when I’m here and always wait till Minhyun is at the counter or I’m busy. I feel a little bit offended to be honest, what do you have against me? I don’t bite.”

Minki says all of this with a smirk on his face, so Jonghyun knows he isn’t mad, (and mortifyingly probably knows why Jonghyun was staring) but he can’t help but feel faint.

“I wasn’t staring at you.” Minki cocks his head, giving him a ‘you’ve got to be shitting me’ expression. “I just admire those posters behind the counter.”

“Sure you do, my dude, sure you do.” Jonghyun doesn’t think his face will ever return to its natural colour, destined to stay permanently crimson at this point. He realizes that Minki is almost done ringing up his book and with that his time actually talking to him will be over soon. Scrambling to keep the conversation going, he asks, “Uh, so I’ve been looking for a new series, preferably something similar to Haikyu, so like sports and rivalries, etc. do you have any recommendations?”

Minki shrugs, “No idea, dude, I’ve never read a manga in my life. I can ask my colleague though and let you know?”

Jonghyun belatedly realizes his mouth is hanging open in shock and quickly closes it.

“What do you mean you’ve never read one, you work in a comic book store?”

“Yeah, because my cousin, whether he admits it or not, is a sucker who would do anything for me, and he knows the owner so he got me the job. I’m a broke college student, I take what I can get. ”

“Fucking brat,” Jeonghan mumbles under his breath.

Up until this point, Jonghyun had been convinced that Minki was perfect and most definitely the love of his life, but this could not be overlooked. This was a major character flaw that needed to be corrected immediately.

“Ok, but like that’s unacceptable. I’m sorry, but you have no choice, you have to be educated. I will sacrifice my precious time and be your teacher, out of the goodness of my heart.”

(Minki honestly couldn’t believe that it could’ve gone any better. Whether he knew it or not, the cute customer had done his whole job for him, and he didn’t even need to come up with some bullshit excuse to spend more time with him. He was going to win, for sure.)

“I’ll let you educate me under two conditions.”

“Ok? And those would be?”

“One, we go find a café and have a drink while you tell me all about your little… books.”

Jonghyun made a face. For one at the comment about his ‘little books’ and secondly out of confusion. Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to educate Minki in the comic book store, so he could provide examples?

“Uh sure I guess, I mean here would be better, but if you want. And the second one?”

“You have to tell me your name,” Minki grinned. “So far I’ve only been calling you Onibugi in my head.”

Once again, Jonghyun felt his face heat up. Minki had been calling him a nickname in his head? For how long? Did this mean that he would also think about him? This was lowkey too much information for him to handle all at once.

“O-onibugi? Why?”

“Cuz you kinda look like one, don’t you think?” Minki squished his cheek and Jonghyun was ready to die then and there.

They decided to go to a little ice cream parlour on the second floor of the mall, since Minki said he was craving a milkshake, and who was Jonghyun to deny him. The entire 3 minute walk there, Jonghyun could help but sneak glances at Minki’s side profile. His long hair swished gracefully back and forth as he was walking and Jonghyun really had to fight every nerve in his body to not give into his urge to run his fingers through it and see how soft it really was. The first time Jonghyun had seen Minki, he had thought that he was a girl, quickly proven wrong when Minki had called out to his co-worker in a voice too deep for a girl and called him hyung. Now, Jonghyun had never really thought about his sexuality in depth, so he probably would’ve fallen in love with Minki no matter if he was a girl or a boy, but he was kind of relieved that Minki had been a boy, since in his opinion, girls are even more terrifying to talk to than guys. Or so he had thought. Minki seemed intimidating no matter what, hence the long time it took him to start talking to him.

Arriving at the café, they quickly found a small table for two in the corner and scanned the menu.

“You want to share a milkshake?” Minki asked.

Considering Jonghyun could barely get through a conversation with him, he doubted he would survive sharing a drink with the other.

“Uh, no, I’m good, you get your own drink. I’ll pay.”

“Aww Jonghyunnie, that’s not what I meant, but thanks! So generous.”

The obvious flirting that Minki sends his way completely flying over his head, Jonghyun launches into a speech about Haikyu as soon as they get their drinks.

“Ok so, I don’t know where to begin. Let me just tell you the plot first, I think that’ll help you understand how awesome it is. So basically it’s about this guy who joins the volleyball team of this formerly prestigious high school and he’s like obsessed with this other player who is like the star player of this team and was basically like a jump god for them, so he trains all the time to try and become like him. He ends up…” Jonghyun trails off when he looks up and realizes that Minki doesn’t seem to be listening to him at all, but is rather just staring at his mouth. Self-consciously he rubs over his lips, thinking he might’ve gotten some of his milkshake somewhere on his face.

“Minki, are you even listening to me?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure I am.”

Jonghyun isn’t completely convinced, but continues trying to convince Minki that comics are the best thing in this world and that he is missing out.

“Ok well he ends up clashing really hard with this setter – how much do you know about volleyball by the way? Actually it doesn’t really matter – so anyways he clashes with this setter is also like a really good player so everyone calls him king, but he’s more like a tyrant, I guess? And yeah –“ Suddenly, there are lips on his. He was so engrossed in his speech he hadn’t realized that Minki had gotten closer, lifted his chin up and just planted one on him.

It was over way too quickly, Jonghyun hadn’t even closed his eyes and he just ended up stupidly blinking at Minki when he pulled back, with his mouth slightly open.

All of a sudden, all the pieces in his head seem to align. Holy shit, Minki had been flirting with him this entire time.

“Holy shit, you were flirting with me this entire time.”

Minki let out a loud laugh. “I’m glad you finally caught on, I thought I couldn’t make it more obvious. I mean I flat out told you I have zero interest in comics and yet I still listened to you ramble for like an hour. I felt like I had to help you along a little bit.”

Jonghyun scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah sorry, I get really into it when I talk about comics… also like… you’re beautiful? I thought you’d never go for someone like me. I mean, you could have anyone.”

“Not go for someone like you? What, you mean a cute, nerdy, hot guy with a deep voice? How the fuck could I not go for you?”

Before he could blush and stutter some more, Minki leaned in again and this time Jonghyun was prepared. He managed to close his eyes, kiss back and even cup the side of Minki’s face. He couldn’t believe that this was happened and inwardly cursed at himself for not talking to the cute clerk earlier.

Later, when they’re walking back to the comic book store hand in hand, Minki’s phone goes off.

“Oh hey Jeonghan, how are you?” “My cousin,” he mouths in Jonghyun’s direction.

“Sooooooooooooooo?”

“So, what, Jeonghan?”

“Soooo does it live up to all your day dreams and on a scale of 1-10, how good of a kisser is Jonghyun?”

“WAIT, WHAT? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?”

Pt. 4

[jjongkim]

My last night in Korea and it started snowing... it’s so pretty. It’s cold, but I feel warm. Jonghyunnie, thanks for seeing me off like this ㅎㅅㅎ it’s like we’re meeting before spring.

[notursweeting]

Jonghyun-ah Part 3

Part 1,2 & 3

Just one more step and it’s all over Don’t foolishly hold on, just let me go

- Let Me Out; Kim Jonghyun

When I arrived at the funeral hall, your family was already there and your four brothers were there too. They seemed tired, their expressions reminded me of your last. The forced smile, the sad eyes, everything was identical to your's.

When Kibum arrived the day after you left us, my heart broke even more. Everyone started crying again looking at Kibum. Jonghyun-ah, why are you so cruel towards us? On second thoughts, why was the world cruel on you until leaving us was the only option for you. We miss you Jonghyunnie.

I stayed until the very end, watching your colleagues and best friends come and go. It felt like everyone you had known were there. They talked nothing but nice things about you, even the ones who weren't close to you.

Bright, talented, kind-hearted Jonghyun, that's what they kept calling you. If you were here I'd joke if you could become my night light since you're bright. I could imagine your reaction to my lame joke, jokingly telling me to leave like you've always had. I miss you even more today. 

Our friends came by too, saying their goodbyes in hushed voices. Everyone loves you Jonghyun-ah. You've never believed me when I told you that, but it's nothing but the truth. 

Everyone cried, not a single person left out from mourning over you. Even I cried. No one could escape th sorrow Jonghyun-ah, the hall echoed with the sounds of sobbing over you. 

But I hope you're smiling, Jonghyunnie. I hope you're happy now.

Even people who didn't know who you were, sent their condolences. Did you know all your hardwork, your beloved songs, outsold every other song and album this past few days? 

Funny when you're dead people start to listen, right? I wish you're hear to complain to me about that instead of me sitting in the corner for hours complaining on your behalf.

When night came, no one visited you and the only one left were your family, your brothers and I. We told your family to rest while no one's here and I sat with Jinki.

I was not that close to your brothers, the only thing we had in common was you. Occasionally, I tagged along on your birthday dinner and we all got along pretty well. But there was never a reason for me to call them whenever you're not present. But for the past few days, Jinki has taken care of me like I was apart of the group. 

We reminisced about you. Every single time you made us laugh, every single time you cheered everyone up. The moments were countless, it makes me miss you even more. We weren't sure whether to cry or the laugh. But one thing for sure, we miss you.

"What was the last thing he said to you?" Minho asked.

"I think it was Taeminnie, thank you, i love you." Taemin replied choking up again.

"It was a week ago, he told me to remember that he loves me. I think he knew all along." I said smiling bitterly. I couldn't bare looking at the four boys anymore and started to stare at the ceiling.

"He reminded everyone how much he loved us didn't he?" Someone said.

"Mine was a pathetic text. I didn't even get to hear his voice. I missed his call." Jinki said, disappointed.

"I'm sorry..." 

"It's okay, hyung." 

"He loves you nothing less than he loves us." The three chimed. 

I was curious, I just had to ask, "He told you he loved you too?"

Jinki smiled nodding, "I've memorized it by heart, 'Hyung, I just wanted to thank you for your hardwork, I love you. Please don't go hard on yourself. Take care of my family and her for me.' "

"Her? Taeyeon?"  I asked, puzzled. But the other four pair of eyes seemed to understand. I was the only one lost.

"I think he meant you." Minho smiled.

"Me?" I questioned again, frowning.

"He really cares about you. He talks about you a lot." Taemin revealed. 

Jinki smiled at me, "I guess we're in charge of taking care of you now. I mean if that's okay with you."

I smiled and shrugged to the four boys before looking at your smiling framed picture. I miss you, Jonghyunnie, I really do. But if this is your only way to happiness, I'll let you go.

My love went for a faraway journey, Now it's the end. 

- Wish upon a star; SHINee.

Jonghyun-ah, I was upset that you refused to make that promise with me, but you saw this coming didn't you. Even towards the end, you protected me and refused to break my heart over a promise knowing how much I take promises seriously. 

At first, I was upset that you gave up, leaving us here griefing over you. I thought you were selfish for leaving your mother and sister who loves you a lot, your brothers and everyone who loves you.

I was upset not being able to see you smile, you laugh. I was afraid no one would be there for me when I need you the most, no one would save me. 

But then I realized, I've done nothing for you. You healed me and accompanied me during my darkest days, but in return I couldn't save you. I thought I did my best, we all thought we did but the reasons we gave you to stay were all selfish reasons. 

'Everyone loves you' 'The world needs you' 'Other people have it worst.' 'We need your music' 'You saved me.'

But there was no reason for your own happiness. You spent your days cheering people up, putting people first, even during your last. You blamed yourself and only you. 

You made sure you leaving wouldn't trouble anyone at all. A pure soul who was tortured by the cruel world. I'm sorry Jonghyun-ah. 

We were the selfish ones, Jonghyun-ah. I'm sorry. I miss you. I could have done better. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's hard to let you go, I'm struggling but like all the days you smiled for us when you weren't feeling it, all the days you fought your demons, I'll smile and let you go too. I won't question your happiness. 

Jonghyun my love, thank you for saving me. Thank you for protecting me until the very end. Thank you for the kind, encouraging words you softly whispered to me thinking I was asleep. Thank you for the unconditional love despite us not being close at that time. Thank you for the laughs. Thank you for being strong so you could see me heal even though you were struggling. Thank you for being brave enough to seek for help. Thank you for showing a great example.Thank you for leaving me in good hands. Thank you for bringing me closer to your amazing brothers, knowing that if you go I would have no one in the world. Endless thank yous to you, Kim Jonghyun. I'll let you leave with grateful heart.

Jonghyun-ah, I still love you and will always do. I'll live my life well, I won't waste the time and effort you've put into saving me but I won't forget you. You'll always be apart of me, every step I take, you're with me. You can finally be happy for yourself, my love. Goodbye, Jonghyun-ah. 

A/n : 

Rest in peace Jonghyun. I miss you already. Thank you for the stiffled laughs I had to hold back at 3 am because of your jokes on variety shows. Thank you for the comfort you gave me through your songs at 3 am when no one was there for me. Thank you for your kind words during Blue Night that stayed with me when I was feeling down. Thank you for taking care of your family, your members, your hoobaes and your fans. I love you, Jonghyun. You did well, I'm sorry I couldn't save you like you saved me. 

[orgel-ontae]

wrote a little thing for my wonderful, beautiful, incredible, and perfect gf @myfortae as a christmas present. it has a focus on jonghyun but it’s pretty soft so if you wanna read it you can, if not that’s fine. enjoy your holidays, guys!

monachopsis

Jonghyun was so pretty when they were sleeping.

There had been many times that Taemin would wake up in the middle of the night, with the stars shining through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet and the whir of Jonghyun’s laptop on the desk across the room. They always forgot to turn it off, and it’s white-blue glow made Taemin’s eyes sting when they first opened that night. But after that, after his eyes had adjusted and he could see again, he was greeted with the most beautiful sight of them all. Jonghyun.

Their face was brightly illuminated in the darkness, shining like the moon was glowing directly above them, onto their body. Taemin could feel his lips twitching into a grin. There was such an oddly satisfying feeling that brewed in his chest as he watched Jonghyun sleep. Their eyelids fluttered delicately with every one of Taemin’s breaths that fanned over their face; their pouting lips were still pink with kisses from just before they had gone to sleep, parted in a gentle snore. Usually, Taemin would find that sort of thing annoying, but with Jonghyun… God, Taemin couldn’t imagine anything more calming and lovable.

Taemin let his fingers come to stroke across Jonghyun’s cheek, curling across their warm cheekbone where the heat of their breath was trapped in the blanket pulled tight over their head. Jonghyun always got so cold at night, Taemin never minded letting them take the most of the duvet. Their eyelids fluttered as Taemin’s hand brushed over their temple, then up to tangle in their hair. Ever sensitive to those sorts of touches, Jonghyun let out a little moan, a puff of hot air mixed with a pretty whine that made Taemin’s heart melt. He chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Jonghyun’s parted lips. They were too pretty to let the opportunity pass by. Jonghyun whined again, shifting over and furrowing their eyebrows at Taemin’s heavy hand across their face.

“Nmh…” The little noise came from deep in Jonghyun’s throat, a sleep-filled noise shot through with annoyance and something like adoration. Taemin snorted, gently so as not to disturb Jonghyun too much. Even in the deepness of their slumber, Jonghyun was utterly the cutest. But, to be fair, sleep was never too deep with Jonghyun. Taemin could see in the flicker of their pupils against the thin backs of their eyelids, darting back and forth endlessly as they watched their way through their dreams. Jonghyun made another low noise, this time starting to yawn. They stretched their hand up to start brushing their thumb over their plump lower lip. It was a common, sleepy gesture that Jonghyun often made when they were newly-awoken, sleepily-needy, and affectionate. Their eyes didn’t flutter open, but their eyebrows stitched closer together and they grunted.

“Cute noises, baby,” Taemin teased, voice soft and playful, drenched in sweetness. Jonghyun’s body twitched, curling in on itself.

“Nuh, Taemi…” came Jonghyun’s slurred, thick reply. He chuckled again, tightening his grip just slightly on Jonghyun’s hair, just enough for them to feel. A whimper slid from beneath the blankets, followed closely by a shy whining, “Taeminnie!” Jonghyun complained again, surely hiding a pout behind their stroking hand, brushing their thumb more forcefully over their lip. Taemin laughed, pulling Jonghyun a tiny bit closer by their hair and leaning in himself.

“What, Jonghyunnie?” he asked, overly-saccharine and teasing, slowly untangling his hand from where it was buried in Jonghyun’s fading pink locks, black and ice-blue in the semi darkness. He brought his hand down again to run across Jonghyun’s prominent cheeks, and their eyes fluttered shut, nuzzling up into Taemin’s careful touch.

“Not fair, Taeminnie…” they whined, words still merged with sleepiness. Taemin’s heart, if it was possible, became even warmer, filled to the brim with affection for his dozy partner. They were so endlessly adorable, hooded eyes looking up at him with a dark, hazed attraction that usually would be sensual, but in the nightlight, holding each other under the flickering light of stars and the whirring laptop and the eyes of the moon, it was loving. Trusting. Jonghyun’s eyes held all the love that they could muster within them, an expression Taemin could only ever hope to match in repeated words and caring touches and the promise of a bond that was unbreakable.

“I think it’s fair, Jonghyunnie…” he whispered back, the quiet that had surrounded them suddenly crowding with the sound of Taemin’s voice. Jonghyun stopped running their finger over their mouth, tracing the familiar shape of their lips, to pout hugely at Taemin. He was about to let out yet another adoring chuckle, but it became a gasp as he felt the sheets around him tug from his body and curl around Jonghyun instead.

“Leave then,” was Jonghyun’s muffled response. Their grip on the sheets was tight; Taemin tried to tug them back but all he earned was a playful yelp of: “No, Taeminnie. Banished. Out, out, out.” At that, Jonghyun began to peddle their legs desperately, so their cool feet kicked against Taemin’s bare calves. Taemin laughed despite himself and the cold, rolling over and over until he was lay flat against the edge of the bed.

“You can’t banish me, Jonghyunnie, this is my bed,” he said, amusement clear in his voice, head lolling to the side to face Jonghyun again. Their glittering eyes, downturned and half-closed with sleep peeped out of a hole in the duvet fort they had dug themself into. “Cute, Jonghyunnie…” slipped from his lips before he could even hold it back and Jonghyun whined again so loudly that it cracked the peace of the night in half, leaving Taemin bare in his mirth, open in the wakefulness of the too-early morning.

“No, Taeminnie. Not fair. You’re banished.” Taemin laughed again, helplessly, before he slowly stretched, dragging his cold body out of bed and into the even colder air of the morning. The bedroom was much, much icier than the bed, where Jonghyun’s warmth was trapped within the sheets even with no blanket, and Taemin stumbled towards his wardrobe, filled evenly with as many of Jonghyun’s clothes as there were of his own, to put on a thermal or something. His legs still trembled with the cold as he pulled on a shirt, but he didn’t mind. He could feel Jonghyun’s eyes following him as he flowed around the room. Once he was done getting changed, and sliding his cold, cold feet into Jonghyun’s slightly too small, fuzzy slippers, he came to sit on the edge of the bed again. Jonghyun ducked their head back under the sheets, but Taemin knew he had all of their attention anyway. In the nicest kind of way, he sort of knew he always did.

“Can I make it up to you, pretty boy?” he asked, hand reaching out to run over the lump of Jonghyun’s form. He couldn’t quite tell what it was he was touching- a shoulder, maybe?- but Jonghyun was sensitive everywhere, so it was no surprise that wherever it was that they were touched they shuddered with their whole body and whined again. Maybe it was the petname that helped with that. Jonghyun loved those. “Can I give my prettiest baby something so you’ll let me come back to bed?” he continued, palm stroking down flat along Jonghyun’s body, down to what he thought was Jonghyun’s hip, though the blankets inflated the part hugely whatever it was, and he started to rub little circles into where the skin would be. Jonghyun keened, high and loud, shuffling closer to Taemin, and Taemin was sure now that he could just slip back into bed and Jonghyun wouldn’t care as long as his hands were on them. He wanted to do something for Jonghyun anyway, another little gesture that would maybe show Jonghyun how much Taemin matched the love he saw in their eyes, could never match in his own.

So, ignoring Jonghyun’s grabbing hands that shot out from beneath the covers to grab at Taemin as he got up again, Taemin slipped out of the bedroom with a quiet hum of “be right back, baby”. He slipped out of his bedroom- their bedroom- into the somehow even colder hallway and then down into the little kitchen so he could cook Jonghyun up some breakfast. It was nothing difficult, just a hot chocolate (the minty flavour Jonghyun had bought impulsively because it was festive despite neither of them really liking mint or hot chocolate too much) and some pancakes Taemin cut sloppily into the shape of hearts (which he may or may not have done simply to eat some of the cuttings). He drenched the pancakes in syrup and strawberries and cherries and some of the strawberry sauce he found in the cupboard that was meant for ice-cream, then he drenched the hot chocolate in whipped cream and marshmallows and the strawberry sauce so they would match. He placed them both on a tray, barely avoiding a disastrous spill, and slowly carrying it back to the bedroom. For all Taemin’s grace, he didn’t trust himself not to ruin his little gift for Jonghyun. He managed to make him way back to the edge of the bed, and he sat down beside Jonghyun.

They didn’t react, and Taemin wondered whether they were sleeping again, but then he noticed the way the sheets shifted a little every now and then as Jonghyun wiggled for attention. So, they were mad at him. Taemin chuckled, placing his hand onto Jonghyun’s waist again and applying just enough pressure onto it to make Jonghyun squirm. They did. Rolling over to face Taemin, Jonghyun peeked out from beneath the sheets again, eyes trained on the tray in Taemin’s lap. They glanced up at him then down at the train again, obviously questioning, and for a moment Taemin wanted to tease and settle into bed to pretend to eat it himself. However, before he could even begin to move, Jonghyun’s face poked out from inside the bundle and they smiled shyly at Taemin.

“What’s that?” they wondered, lips still curled stubbornly into a pout, but it was much more curious and intrigued and hungry than it had been before.

“Breakfast,” Taemin replied sweetly, placing the tray between them, “Breakfast for you, Jonghyunnie. Good morning.” Jonghyun’s eyes widened, pout wobbling on their lips to almost a smile. Taemin pulled at their waist again, gesturing for Jonghyun to get up. They did, sitting up with a little care so that they wouldn’t disturb the breakfast tray beside them. Once they were sat up and Taemin was snuggled up beside them, Jonghyun held their mouth open ready for Taemin to feed them. He did so obediently, fingers low on the fork as he fed Jonghyun some of the soaked pancake so his fingers would brush against their syrup-sticky lips as he fed them. They hummed delightedly at the taste, turning those pretty, loving eyes onto Taemin again.

It wasn’t particularly Taemin’s style but he couldn’t help melting.

“I love you too, Jonghyunnie,” he smiled in reply, though really, there was no need for the words to be said at all.

[onthighsbelongtotaemin]

I think this also would be cute for a prompt 😊, onjongkey getting ready for an ugly sweater Christmas party only to discover their sweaters are incredibly itchy & they are tired from a long schedule so they stay home to cuddle and help relieve each other's itchiness by scratching ofc (just fluffy Christmas cuteness please?💚❤️😌)

this was super cute so i hope i wrote it super cute.  thanks.word count: 899

“Oh my god!  Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!” Jinki screeches as he struggles his way out of the bright green sweater with the enormous print of a reindeer face.  The stare shocking white eyes dashes around the room as he flails his arms helplessly. 

Jonghyun runs past him with his head caught inside a blazingly white sweater with a dizzying pattern of red snowflakes that made it look the sky was snowing blood.   A muffled cry of “Bummie!” comes from within his woolly prison and there are red stripes on his exposed torso that in the right light gives the impression that the bloody snowflakes were melting down his stomach.

Kibum himself had only just gotten unbound from the shackles of his own woolly trap.  The cherry red abomination lay abandoned on the floor with its dizzying array of holly and attachable mistletoe.

“Hold still, Jonghyunnie!” he cries, dashing topless after his boyfriend and sighing in relief as the cool air hit his still burning skin.  Immediately, Jonghyun freezes and Kibum quickly pushes him down by the shoulders, grabbing at the sweater sat halfway up his back, pushing one bare foot against his naked stomach, and pulling as hard as he can.  After a brief struggle, the sweater pops over Jonghyun’s head and he throws it over his shoulder towards where his own lies forgotten down the hall.

“Thank you!” Jonghyun cries, grabbing Kibum up in a hug that quickly turns into him rubbing against Kibum in a way that on any other day might have been foreplay but today was just him trying to relieve an itch.

“BUMMIE!” Jinki cries, startling them both, “JONGHYUNNIE!  IT ITCHES!”  He’s dancing around the room, his sweater halfway off but still trapping him inside and there’s a growing panic in his voice.  Kibum knows he’s getting scared if he’s calling for Jonghyun too.

They hurry over and each grab at the base of his sweater and brace a foot on each of his thighs, tugging as hard as they can until it pops over their boyfriend’s head.  Kibum tosses it over with the others and turns back just in time to catch his balance when Jinki grabs them both up in a hug of relief.

“It itches!” he cries into their ears.  “It still itches!”  Kibum flinches and pushes him gently away.  He sucks air through his teeth when he sees faint red outlines on Jinki’s skin just like on Jonghyun’s, though Jonghyun’s thankfully have begun to fade.  Looking down, he’s grateful to see that there are none on his own.

“OK, OK.  The sweaters are gone, we’re good.  Let’s just go sit down and scratch until the itching stops.”  Jinki, who started scratching his own shoulder and Jonghyun’s as soon as Kibum started talking nods and follows his boyfriends down the hall, fingernails working against Jonghyun’s skin the whole way.

They get to the living room and take a seat on the floor and try to make a circle so that everyone can get their back scratched at the same time.  Finally, Kibum gets fed up and decides that they’ll just sit on the sofa and rub calamine lotion on each other’s back and if they still need scratches then they’ll figure it out.

“I’ll need scratches,” Jonghyun whimpers.  Jinki doesn’t say so but Kibum’s pretty sure he’s thinking it too.

He makes Jonghyun rub his back for whining and to get it over with.  Then he puts lotion on Jinki’s back and then on Jonghyun’s since he’s already got it on his hands.  After that, they put on soft shirts and pull on a warm blanket and cuddle up on the sofa with Jinki in the middle because he looked the saddest and he didn’t whine.  And also because that way Jonghyun can put his head on Jinki’s shoulder and have his back scratched while Kibum can put his legs up on Jinki’s lap.

“What was on those sweaters?  Poison Ivy?!” Jinki asks incredulously as his fingernails work into Jonghyun’s shoulder blades. 

“If I didn’t know better,” Kibum says bitterly, absently scratching at his neck, “I’d say it was a trick by Minho or Taemin.  On the night we’re supposed to compete against them for ugliest Christmas sweaters ours just happen to end up a size too small and so itchy they made your skin splotchy.”  Jinki snorts and shakes his head.

“You know, this is even better than winning.  Minho must be losing his mind waiting for us to show up with our sweaters.  It’s worth it just to imagine the look on his face.  I hope Taemin sends a pic.” 

As if on cue, Jinki’s phone begins to vibrate on the kitchen table followed quickly by Kibum’s in the bedroom and Jonghyun’s on the entryway table.  They ignore them and soon, after five calls to Kibum, five to Jonghyun, and one to Jinki, notorious for not answering his calls, the vibrations stop.

“Actually,” Jonghyun says softly, “This is even better than winning because it’s just us.”  Kibum snorts and mutters “Sap” even as Jinki pats his leg and squeezes his shin.  Jonghyun’s not wrong but he won’t let him know.  Not out loud.  But he does poke him in the ribs and smile when Jonghyun looks his way.  After all, Christmas is about being with the ones you love and he loves Jinki and Jonghyun very much. 

Even when they’re whiny saps.

[taeminuet]

Magnum

Day 31: Free For All Jongyu (Part Two)

Jinki grins. “You can sit in my lap for now, Jonghyunnie,” he says, tugging gently. Jonghyun lets out a breathy, excited noise and tumbles easily onto Jinki’s lap instead, letting Jinki wind his arms around him. “Better, baby?”

Jinki looks forward to Halloween. He likes it just for the aesthetics, honestly, that weird amalgamation of creepy and festive. But there’s more than that to it. As commercialized as it’s become, there’s still something at the root; something magical and familiar. Stereotypical or not, Halloween is a gathering day for witches, and even now that they’ve moved away and have a coven of their own, Halloween is one of the few times a year that Jinki and Key go home to see their families.

In a way, they have a different family now. Jonghyun and Minho and Taemin and Jongin, they’re the family that Key and Jinki had sought out from day one, and Jinki couldn’t be happier. But that doesn’t stop him from missing his parents sometimes, and having an excuse to go home, even for a bit, is nice.

They others are coming with them this year too -- they don’t always, but last Halloween things had been hectic and Jongin hadn’t come. Jongin has met their families in between, but he’s never been there for Halloween, and that feels important somehow.

Which is why they’ve all made sure to set aside time for the trip -- Jinki has closed his office, and Jongin and Taemin have closed the plant shop. Key drops off all of their packages that are supposed to go out a day early with a Happy Halloween and a jack-o-lantern drawn on in red ink.

Minho’s fortune-telling stint is hit or miss anyways, and he’s known for sporadic hours; disappearing on Halloween actually gives him an air of mystery that most of his customers appreciate. And Jonghyun finishes up his lyrics and sends them out on the 29th, letting Jinki coax him into sleeping through most of the 30th so that he’s well-rested.

It’s nice, the way they’re willing to fit their lives around something like this because they know how much it means, even if Taemin is barely awake on Halloween morning when they make it to the bus station, leaning heavily into Jonghyun as he fumbles his way through the morning.

Jonghyun smiles easily, petting Taemin’s hair, and Jinki can’t help the fondness on his face as he watches them, waiting until they hear the call for their bus before they head over.

It’s not fancy -- there’s seats lining the sides of the bus and the back wall, all facing center, and a compartment for luggage up above. They all have overnight bags, considering they won’t be too long, and Jongin and Taemin have even less, both of them clearly planning to sleep in animal forms to conserve some space.

Jinki makes sure Taemin has his phone and his wallet just in case and makes sure Jongin has his collar in case he and Minho go for a morning run, and then they all pile onto the bus, a strange sight as several twenty-somethings move into the bus and freeze, looking around.

There weren’t assigned seats on the bus, and so people are sitting here and there. There aren’t a lot and most of them are already settling, cramming earbuds in ears or pulling out computers or books or tablets.

But people have spread out as much as possible, seemingly afraid of personal space, and it’s left weird gaps of 3 or 4 seats here and there. Jinki doesn’t see 6 at all, and he frowns a little to himself. He doesn’t want to split them up. It would be understandable, but if he has another choice…

Jongin plops down in a seat and pats his lap, grinning at them in a way that is probably supposed to seem teasing, but mostly just comes off as eager. It’s cute, honestly, and Taemin doesn’t seem to think twice before he plops down in Jongin’s lap, making Jongin grunt at the sudden weight. Minho laughs and takes the seat on one side of them, leaving Jinki to take the other side. There’s two more seats, and Key takes one of them, but Jonghyun doesn’t budge, pouting a little.

“Jonghyunnie?” Jinki asks, reaching out for Jonghyun who lets himself be grabbed, still pouting openly. Jinki lets his magic seep out, just enough to feel that Jonghyun isn’t even really upset, just feeling soft and needy.

That becomes all too evident when Jonghyun whines, “I wanted to sit in Jonginnie’s lap.”

Taemin muffles a laugh behind his hand. “You’re cute, Jonghyunnie,” he says, clearly enamored. “Do you want to trade?”

Jonghyun shakes his head. “Nuh-uh,” he mumbles. “Don’t want to take it from you…”

“You can sit in my lap on the way home tomorrow, okay?” Jongin says, smiling gently, and Jonghyun lights up a little.

Jinki grins. “You can sit in my lap for now, Jonghyunnie,” he says, tugging gently. Jonghyun lets out a breathy, excited noise and tumbles easily onto Jinki’s lap instead, letting Jinki wind his arms around him. “Better, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” Jonghyun says, cheeks visibly flushed as he shifts into a more comfortable position.

“Good.” Jinki winds his arms around his waist gently. “My good boy.”

Jonghyun whines softly but he curls into Jinki easily enough, and Jinki settles back for the ride. Jongin and Taemin are in deep discussion about something with plants, and Minho keeps joining in in seemingly random spots, offering advice that Taemin and Jongin incorporate without questioning. On Jinki’s other side, Key has pulled out a pair of headphones and their phone, disappearing into their music for the time being, and Jinki hums and settles in, just letting himself feel the familiar energies and emotions of his coven.

He’s almost dozing but not quite when Jonghyun shifts again. It wakes him up pretty neatly, and he squeezes Jonghyun’s waist in question only for Jonghyun to squirm again, shifting his body weight in something that might just be an attempt to get comfortable. But Jinki knows Jonghyun better than that, and he catches him by the hips, murmuring, “Jonghyunnie?”

And Jonghyun makes a noise that is too high and too distracted to be anything but guilty. “I…” he starts and then licks his lips. “Sorry, daddy.”

His voice is low, but not low enough to be missed by Taemin, right next to them, who glances over, raising an eyebrow.

Jonghyun flushes. “I… I can go sit somewhere else?”

And it’s barely even a real offer because they both know that neither of them are going to let that happen, but it doesn’t stop Jinki from instinctively tightening his hold on Jonghyun, tugging him in and holding him still all at once. “Did I say you should?”

“No,” Jonghyun breathes, whisper-quiet, and his cheeks are pink and his eyes are wide and Jinki adjusts his grip so he’s holding Jonghyun’s waist in one arm. Jonghyun is so tiny, so precious, and Jinki only has to have one hand to hold on, the other slipping down to rest on Jonghyun’s upper thigh in a way that would be more casual if not for the thumb he’s rubbing along the inner seam of Jonghyun’s pants. Jonghyun’s breath hitches. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” Jinki says back, voice very close to Jonghyun’s ear.

“Daddy, you’re teasing,” Jonghyun breathes, squirming again, and Taemin glances over again, smirk firmly on his lips.

Jinki smiles. “Am I?” he asks. “You started it, baby boy. Squirming around on daddy’s lap. Do you want to tell me why you were doing that, hm?”

The noise Jonghyun lets out is precious, and Jinki barely keeps from laughing openly as Jonghyun goes pink.

“Did you want daddy’s cock, hmm?” Jinki asks. “Did you want daddy to let you ride him right here for everyone to see?”

“Yes,” Jonghyun gasps, and even Minho and Jongin are looking now, curious and slightly amused, and Jinki is mostly just lucky that nobody else is.

“So needy,” Jinki teases, shifting his hand slightly so he’s squeezing the inside of Jonghyun’s thigh, just below his cock, his fingertips pressing into Jonghyun’s leg. He doesn’t do much more then push gently, scooting Jonghyun’s leg a half an inch outwards, but the threat is there, the concept of pushing Jonghyun’s legs open wide, and Jonghyun makes a startled sound, just shy of too loud. Jinki presses a soft kiss just behind Jonghyun’s ear. “Quiet, baby boy. You’re so noisy when you’re needy like this.”

“Daddy,” Jonghyun whines, and Jinki squeezes Jonghyun’s thigh admonishingly. Jonghyun shivers. “Daddy, please.”

“Please what?” Jinki asks. “Please fuck you? Baby, you couldn’t be quiet. Everyone would look. They already are, baby boy. Taeminnie and Minho and Jonginnie, they’ve all noticed you.”

Jonghyun sucks in a quick breath and chances a glance and then bites his lips together around a high, tight noise.

Jinki grins. “Bet Tae would let you, hm?” he whispers, mouth held close to Jonghyun’s ear so the words are for him alone. “You know how he is. Bet he’d let you get on your knees on the floor of this bus and suck him off right here. Get Jonginnie to fuck you open…”

Jonghyun is shaking in Jinki’s hold now, and Jinki eases up on his leg and strokes his thigh a few times soothingly. Jonghyun exhales after a moment, and his voice is a little wet when he whines, “Daddy, please…”

Jinki hums. “Please, what?” he asks, and shifts, pressing his half-hard cock into Jonghyun’s ass. Jonghyun whimpers, and Jinki squeezes his thigh again. “Is this what you want, baby boy?”

“Yes,” Jonghyun says. “Daddy, please--”

But his voice is cut off by a voice over the intercom of the bus, announcing the time until arrival, and it’s all too soon. Jinki hums.

“Do you want to be good for daddy?” he asks, and at Jonghyun’s frantic nod, Jinki smiles and lets his hand trail up, squeezing Jonghyun’s cock just once before he lets go, too aware of where they are right now. “Then be a good boy. Wait a little longer and daddy will fuck you as soon as we’re there, hm?”

And Jonghyun looks like he wants to protest, but after a moment he nods, settling. He’s still shaking in Jinki’s hold, all pent up energy, but Jinki will take care of that soon.

When the bus finally stops, Key pulls out their headphones, looking at the both of them, and then sighs, standing. They lean down, pressing a kiss to Jonghyun’s forehead. “You two are so obvious,” they sigh. “I’ll get the others. Go take care of Jonghyunnie.”

Jonghyun whines quietly in his throat, but Jinki only smiles, squeezing his waist gently as he nods at Key. “Don’t worry,” he says, voice low and playful, and even though his eyes are on Key, his words are clearly for Jonghyun. “I will.”

[shineethinks]

shinee goes on a midnight adventure (at taemin’s suggestion)

taemin:

shinee: “taemin-ah………………….. this is paris baguette” 

tae: yep 

ot4: “you said we were going on an adventure and kept saying trust the drive over wHY are we at a paris baguette” 

tae: *jazz hands* ~adventure~

buys a loaf of bread 

tbh he just needed to buy bread for toast and it’s fun to buy things in the middle of the night 

but FINE

hands out slices of bread to quit their complaining 

honestly if they didn’t want to come they could have not come (ot4: you herded us into your car and drove away / minho: *head pops up* i was promised ice cream) 

buckles the seat belt over his loaf in the car 

onew:

???? 

it’s 12 

since when was paris baguette open this late

staring helplessly at the menu bc all the good breads are gone (even the choco cones noooooo) and he can’t even get coffee at this hour taemin why would you do this to him 

stressed (jong: you ok??? / onew: i don’t knOW what i want)

should…. he buy a cake? is that an appropriate response to this situation

thank god they head over to the convenience store (jong: just back away from the cakes hyung) 

happily makes the got7 mark meal (ot4: you know how to make that??? / onew: it’s almost as if i have a magical box called a smartphone and can access the internet!!!! and get the recipe!!!! wow what a concept!!! / taemin: …. i politely decline to drive you back / onew: no wait) 

jonghyun:

taemin cannot be trusted 

in a huge sweater so he tucked his hands into the sleeves and keeps slapping any member in the near vicinity with his large penguiny arms (minho: *ties the arms together* / jong: well, fuck) 

pulling only made the knot tighter

aegyo-ing so someone will untie him

no mercy tho (free jonghyun sos) 

while struggling: “OMG SRSLY I WANT SNACKS TOO”

taemin takes his wallet from his back pocket (tae: *waving jong’s credit card* jonghyunnie hyung is buying~~~~~~~ / ot3: WHOOOOOOO) 

AGAIN. TAEMIN. CANNOT. BE. TRUSTED.

actually did end up paying tho even when he was (finally) freed

no one actually untied him he just realized he could just take off the sweater and problem solved (key: *whispers* ……..babo) 

throws corn chips at tae’s head while he drives 

key:

can’t believe they actually left home to do this, these frikken weirdos he associates himself with 

there’s little clay dinosaur keychains that are next to the cashier and he is sweating trying to convince himself that he should not buy them omg

casually grocery shopping at the mart 

minho peeks into his basket: “milk, eggs, ketchup???” / key: let me live 

why is his basket so heavy 

looks down and there are sausages, chips, and string cheese that he did not put in there

ot4 were playing a game to see how much food they could get in before he notices 

they’ve gotten real good at acting innocent that he’s not sure exactly who started it but he just blames taemin and makes him carry the basket from then on (taemin: WAI / key: if it isn’t directly your fault, it’s indirectly your fault, so in conclusion it’s your fault) 

minho:

armful of energy drinks like yes i’m going to need all of these

“i’m calling collect on the ice cream you promised me tae” / taemin: *slides over jong’s card* / minho: “pleasure doing business”

comes back biting into a jaws bar (it’s a sherbet-y orange/strawberry flavored bar that’s shaped like a shark! v good) 

so since they came out here (key: we’re 5 mins from our dorm) they should just chill (key: we could walk back if we wanted to) 

there’s a street vendor near by so he buys odaeng (fishcake) and fried things and they all sit at the tables outside the convenience store eating them 

he bought each member the drink they like (srsly after 12 years of knowing each other it’s like second nature) and passes them out 

this is actually pretty nice (taemin: YES ADVENTURE~~~ SUCCESS)

[yeahitsmeod-blog]

His pretty is making me mad. Why are you so hot?!😡WAE WAE?! 😠It's als making me cry...awe wae?!😭😭😭😭 (On another note: WHO BROKE JONGHYUNNIE'S 💔 tgat badly? ) I love this song. It's probably my favorite on the album.. ❤Yonghwa Focus ❤ 7th mini album 〰7°CN〰 ➡ Between Us ⬅Seoul Concert ⬅ ↔D1/D2↔ @jyheffect0622 2017- TOP OF THE WORLD! 👑❤❤👑❤❤👑 #JungYonghwa #yonghwa #yongforever #cnblue #emotionalangel #emotionalvocalist #Boice #boiceforever #onefineassman #onefineassmanrightthere #YongForAlways #YongEternal💖💖💖

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[eorumverba]

43, Jonghyun and Jinki?

43.   “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“You’re in love with me,” Jonghyun says.

Jinki looks over at him, at the pretty gorgeous beautiful boy next to him, and he frowns. “What?”

“You’re in love with me,” Jonghyun says again. He meets Jinki’s gaze head on, and all Jinki can see in his expression is that he means it.

“That’s silly,” is all he says. Jonghyun pouts, so Jinki reaches out on instinct to brush his bangs from his eyes. “I’m not in love with you, Jonghyunnie.”

Jonghyun frowns a little, even as he tilts his head into Jinki’s touch. “It’s okay to let yourself be happy too, Jinki.”

“It’s not that,” Jinki hedges, but Jonghyun shakes his head.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice, Jinki. And I’m telling you that’s okay. You can fall in love with me, and-” Jonghyun glances down, but when he looks back up, he’s blushing. “Maybe I’ll fall in love with you too.”

[hwarang-number]

[Fic] Dream Girl, Ch 2: Love Is So Nice

Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho (Jongho)

Rating: E **updated to reflect chapter content**

Word Count: 8,242 (Ch 2) / 23,649 (fic to date)

Fic Summary: Jonghyun gets matched up with his dream girl through a dating app and arrives at the rendezvous to find a handsome stranger there for the same reason (inspired by this Dean Martin/Frank Sinatra sketch).

Chapter Summary: Jonghyun and his new love wake in the middle of the night and enjoy a sweet and sexy interlude.

Jonghyun’s lips curve in a foolish, irrepressible smile – how on earth did he land the jackpot that is this man? – and he leans down to peck a kiss to the tip of Minho’s nose. “Marry me soon,” he pleads and shifts to lie on Minho’s chest, legs folded to either side of his hips, as strong arms curl around his torso.

The feel of so much bare skin – Minho’s bare skin – against his naked body makes every cell in Jonghyun’s body tingle and croon. There’s something exquisitely, deliciously complete about embracing like this, chest to chest, skin to skin – something that, in its own way, feels even better than an orgasm.

“Oh, this feels good,” Minho sighs. “Like – the best, Jonghyunnie. Can we sleep like this tonight?”

“Mmm,” Jonghyun hums blissfully, blindly flinging an arm behind him to grab the edge of the comforter and pulling it halfway off the bed to drape over them both before lying down on Minho once more.

Minho chuckles, a soft, pleasant vibration beneath Jonghyun’s cheek. “I meant in the bed,” he says, hugging Jonghyun back into place. “But this is good too.”

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I’m hoping I can tie this into the #jjongsmonth fic challenge! I started this chapter (technically, continuation of a oneshot) before I heard about the challenge and of course, it’s not a oneshot, but there’s lots of Jonghyun love within and I think the song fits pretty well as a chapter title. If inspiration obliges, I’d still like to knock out a quick Jongho oneshot before the end of the challenge, but we’ll see how it goes.

[locksters]

Kyocera Domes (Day 1 and Day 2) Fanaccount

I want to begin this saying: I merely wrote down my own experience as a major shawol for years but this being my first SHINee concert to witness myself (I always had the plan to see SHINee in 2018, have been saving for it for 3 years it’s just awful I couldn’t go earlier to at least once root for our beloved Jonghyunnie in person). I’m truly not trying to bring any harm with this fan accounts, I feel like people have mixed reactions rn to fan accounts, I mostly wrote this for myself and those who perhaps want to know how it was (I do sincerely hope ONLY shawols are reading this, otherwise I might make this private bc if you are here just to over-analyse SHINee bc of what happened or to pick on SHINee, you are in the wrong place, get out!). I tried to only write down my own observations and how it seemed to me (if you see any mistakes lemme know). The concerts were really overwhelming for me, so many things happened! I tried to capture truly everything from how the concert was, how we as public were, what happened on day 1 and day 2, how the members seemed to me, performance stuff etc. I mostly made this for myself bc I’m afraid to forget this special moment I shared with SHINee and by having this I can always go back, read and remember <3 Also ALL pictures are my own, I took them all.

It was really awesome and beautiful. De concerts were truly emotional, because they did various related or in name of Jonghyun: after the intro songs they played a vcr filled with Jonghyun photos and written text as a letter from the members to Jonghyun while Jonghyun’s End of A Day played. This really hit everyone so hard especially on day 1 but certainly also on day 2. Immediately after SHINee came on stage with a few ballad-like songs which broke everyone too, it really felt like the boys were singing for Jonghyunnie. On day 1 Onew and Key cried with us and Minho teared up on Day 2 at this part. Especially Diamond Sky gained such a new meaning, this song truly…We all did Jonghyun’s handsign to the sky during the chorus when the members also did this. After the ballads section there was a real long section of more cheerful/upbeat/title tracks/playful songs, featuring both them preforming hardcore choreographies and being playful/interacting with the audience with moving carts and Minho/Taemin in hot air balloons to even greet the fans sitting very far away from the stage and high in the dome. Near the end of this section they also performed the JPN single they recorded with Jonghyun before his passing and likely was going to be released around or before this concert, it was a really funky/upbeat song in a way reminded me of Sing Your Song and DxDxD but still very different and unique. As final 2 songs, they did Replay, this was so painful to see without our precious Jonghyun, I love the song really a lot but it was a bit sad without our pup. But wow that ending really was the most beautiful thing for Jonghyun: they ended with one last new recorded ballad song (also with Jonghyun’s voice). On stage there were 5 mics, the one in the middle with one red rose and the members entered with white suits and a red rose in their suit pocket. At the end of the song they all put their red rose in the mic holder and left the stage. That song was truly so beautiful, really showcased their insanely talented vocal skills and their unique voices. Key really teared up a lot during this song, Minho too at the end on Day 1, my heart really broke for them and both days I was crying along too.

Day 1 was like I said the most emotional, especially because we were all nervous what would happen, everything was brand-new too and we saw SHINee for the first time together after a relative long time and since it happened. We saw Onew again after a long and hard time; he really gave his 200% for these concerts. I always say based on photos that Onew’s smile is like the sun shining, and it’s so true seeing it in real life, his smile is so pretty and full of love. On day 1 everyone was pretty tense and nervous, after all lot has happened and it was the first time seeing the fans after what happened, the members were still filled with emotion like us, personally I mostly noticed Taemin and Minho being tense but they worked so hard for us too, they must have hard such a rough time preparing. Key and Onew did really work very very hard to see happy and cheerful and had insane stage presence both. During day 2 however all the members had lots a lot of nervousness and were really happy smiling and interacting/teasing the fans a lot during the middle section. Seeing everything so up close, really brought me to tears a lot of times.

Oh and Key and Taemin suddenly had new haircolours! Key is now blonde (even his eyebrows) and Taemin had like silver/ash-blonde/blue-ish tint haircolour. Watching Key preform right in front of me, really maked me question why this amazing talented person hasn’t had a solo yet, his stage presence is so good, and his expressions are the best. He knows how to charm everyone so well, and his vocals are insanely stong, he can rap perfectly sleek and pull off such high notes too. His sexy smile/smirk really gives me a heart attack often (mostly when I think back of Evil).

I saw seating both days quite close on the ground (due to SM Global Package tickets), you could really see them easily on the main stage (due to the hugh concert venue you still needed to watch this big screens tho to see their facial expressions better).  What got me really shook was their 100% live singing, I can’t even @ people still questioning SHINee’s vocal skills, like Jonghyun said all members are vocalists. That definitely includes Minho, whose vocal skills still get questioned online it seems, he can sing really very well, clear, stable and pure! (before you think I heard it all wrong/am biased: the volume of the back track was really soft compared to the volume of the mics, so we all easily heard whenever they didn’t sing a line!).

Some specific things I noted down about day 1 and day 2 right after viewing the concerts

Day 1: This day I was at H12 (on the left side of the stage). They chose a beautiful song to begin the concert with, Colours of the Season. Key’s charisma was truly exploding during Stranger, one of the first intro songs, he was pretty into it. They did a different version of Evil (choreography-wise, not with the blindfolds but with a big red see-through incorporated into the choreography). They switched a bit between songs that still had Jonghyun’s voice (mostly the ballad ones and the new songs) and covering Jonghyun lines, most titletrack/upbeat songs with lots of choreography.  Onew teared up during the world where you exist, our hearts all broke seeing that, and soon after in Diamond Sky Key also cried. Seeing them tear up, made us cry a lot too… Despite the pain and sadness, they tried very hard during the middle section to be happy and cheerful, SHINee really lives up their name ;-;

The members pulled off such high notes during a lot of songs, it was really impressive to watch, their voices did crack a lil on day 1 but still I barely noticed it. Onew’s voice range is really insane, that man can go so high! Sing Your Song was so much fun, SHINee made us sing one chorus. I was also really impressed and wow’ed by the hot air balloons, that was such a cool thing to do, both so lovely to visit the fans seating far away and cool to watch. Day 1 was rough though on the members, the ending ment was really hard. Onew didn’t say a lot during his ment but did look up to the sky after it. Taemin was during the whole concert just trying to stay calm and steady as a taemint it was a bit sad to see, he seemed like he had a hard time too. Minho did speak a lot during the ending, he was so brave and confiding into us. Key at last, already teared up by the end of Minho’s ment and had to calm himself first before speaking his ment but still hard a time to say what he wanted to say.

Day 2: my spot was even better than day 1, even closer to the stage and this time on the right side of the stage. This day I was able to watching my fave Taemin doing Everybody in front of me! Key and Taemin really killed it during Evil. Overall, their live singing was even better than day 1, I didn’t notice really any flaws (at most 1-3 missed lines??? Maybe not even that). The intro ment was also going a lot more smooth, to me it seemed they gained a lot of strength and confidence from the support we showed on day 1. Onew also seemed a bit more at ease and was even more into all the performances (especially noticeable during To Your Heart, he was waving soooo hard!!). The Jonghyun VCR and ballads did got most of us teared up again, Minho also had it hard during the first ballad song Love. At this point we all felt like Diamond Sky has gotten another meaning, Key was looking up to the sky a lot during this song and seemed to be singing for our Jonghyunnie.

The middle section was more true happiness, the boys were smiling a lot, and I think seeing all the fans giving them so much love is a true boost for them. Taemin was also being his usually self and teasing the fans and his cute tease smile/smirk was seen so cute! Hitchhiking was so sexy with 2min and onkey doing the jongkey hitchhiking move. I have to address how loving SHINee was, they were dotting on us fans so much, especially our fanservice king Minho, it seemed like his duty to greet everyone, to wave at everyone and give out hearts. My heart almost couldn’t take it, thank you so much Minho and SHINee!!!! Sing Your Song was even more fun, today they didn’t want us to stop seeing, they even made us sing an extra chorus until the music was going to another verse haha. Although this was all fun, the ending left us wet again as tears from us already started watching Replay without Jonghyun and the final song From Now On was so sad once again. Key also had it tough, shedded some tears and seemed to whisper a personal message (“I Love you”? I saw people say on twitter) to Jonghyun while looking up to the sky. The members were all trying to comfort each other and Minho and Onew were patting Key and Taemin on the back. Taemin also seemed to have it rough. I wanted nothing more but to hug them in that moment.

Back to the concert more globally, I got to say, the styling was pretty good, the first velvet outfits were so stunning truly, especially Taemin’s was gorgeous with dark blue velvet and some silver decorations, fitted his new hair perfectly. His my bias since becoming a shawol and gosh watching him do Everybody (1 of my fave tracks ever) right in front of me with that outfit really was everything in that moment, it felt so good to chant for him in that moment. I also have to mention the beauties that were the red outfits, every member looked extremely handsome in those and also the details fitted each member so well! I loved Taemin with the beret and red/black pants and Minho with those lax/leather pants haha. During day 1 I mostly saw Key and Onew (but was looking a lot for Taemin too) and on day 2 I saw a lot of Taemin and Key again, also Minho more. Taemin is really such a great performer, dancer and sooo much better live singer than I could even imagine. As someone who only saw SHINee once before (at KCON Paris were the mics/audio was awful) I was never sure just how much is really live and what is real etc. but at Kyocera I realized they were indeed that amazing at live singing as everyone said, they truly sound like the cd but sometimes even better! Especially the rap parts and high notes. I felt like an extremely proud fan realizing this all.

Regarding stage performances, they performed a lot of hard (and my fave) choreographies, really impressive to see how much stamina they have! There was a live band too that often made the songs sound even stronger and really fitted very well, also there was a background dancer team with such talented dancers amazing! SHINee was so nice to give them during one of the breaks/vcrs attention, all the dancers and members of the live band got a small solo moment to showcase themselves and have their names displayed on the big screen. The stage itself seemed to be consisting of 2 parts, the main part and another big part that moved all the way into the concert venue. Both stage parts were able to move up/down and to the front/back, it was so impressive to watch (they even moved over each other while SHINee was preforming on them!).  

I was very very happy I did a 2 day concert package because the first day really seems like a dream and I couldn’t really take up a lot because of the emotions running so high (I really don’t cry a lot normally but I cried a lot during day 1, it was pretty hard on me too). The second day felt better, both the members seemed more comfortable during most sections and us. I was happy to be able to collect some of the confetti too (gold/silver slings with the concert name and logo written onto it) and some of the feathers too that were fired during one of the songs.

With that my fan account is coming to an end but I want to finish with something to our star in the sky: my beloved Jonghyunnie, are you resting well? Did you watch over us during the concert? I hope, my love, that you did feel the tons and tons of love and sorrow people had. We still miss you so much, we still are in pain bc you left before us and the way you left. It hurts we couldn’t help you, that we have to live on without you, to never see your beautiful gorgeous smile again. I hope you know just how much you are loved, the impact you have on people, the amount of the people who are thankful to you for being there when they had it tough including myself. You saved me, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I listened well to your beautiful songs you left us, me too, will also be with you. You are forever our bling bling star in the nightsky, I will make sure to make you feel proud. I won’t let your memory and what you left behind go to waste, I will make sure you are always remembered. I think you know the SHINee members and other fans will do so too. I will make you feel proud for saving me, I will become a great person you can be proud to call your fan. Did I already say I miss you? I miss you. I love you. Thank you.

17.02.2018 and 18.02.2018 I will hold these days close to my heart forever, thank you as always SHINee