#shinee jonghyun fluff

[lxvemaze]

shinee bf! headcanons

pairing: ot5!shinee x reader

tag: fluff!!

warnings: n/a

a/n: this is my first time writing in this format, so pls show this some love if you like it !!

more under the cut!

⚝onew

quietly attentive. he doesn't often tell you how much he loves you, but you can see it through his actions. NEVER lets you pay for dinner. he's always sneaky about it, but even if you put your card down, he subtly exchanges your card with his so you don't have to pay a single cent. he's always interested in what you're doing! even if you're just reading a book on the couch or doing your makeup, he's watching attentively and asking questions. he loves to listen to you talk about your day. as soon as you come home from work or from a day out with friends or family, he's asking you how your day went, what you did, if you had a good time, etc. he wants the details, too. so don't leave anything out! he just loves spending time with you. you could be doing the most mundane tasks, and he'd be looking at you with the most loving face. seriously, you could just be like, cleaning the fridge and he'd be staring at you like 🥹 overall, jinki is the most attentive and loving boyfriend you could ask for<3

⚝jonghyun

very loud about his love for you! words of affirmation are 100% how he shows his love in your relationship. you could have just woken up, crust in the corners of your eyes, your hair a mess, stinky morning breath, and creases on your face from laying on the pillow, and he'd just be like "you're so pretty :3" like, omfg. he loooves showing you off, but still likes to keep your relationship private. it's very conflicting for him. he loves taking you to dinner with his family! he loves to watch you talk with his mom while making food and drinking wine. i think he'd like to let you lead the way in the relationship, just so he knows that you two are always doing things that you love and are comfortable with. but!! if you don't feel like making the decisions and just want him to take you out and make the decisions, he's more than happy to do so! he just wants you to be happy :))) overall, jjong wants you to feel as happy, loved, and comfortable as possible in the relationship! (literally my dream man 😔✊️)

⚝key

kibum loooves going out and showing you off !! but unlike jonghyun, he doesn't gaf about keeping your relationship private- he wants everyone to know that you're his and he's yours! will spoil you to no end! you two could just be walking down the street, and you'd point out a cute skirt or something in a store window, and he'd immediately walk in to buy it for you. he treats valentines day like the most important day of the year. he'll pull out all the stops- breakfast in bed, gives you little presents throughout that day, takes you out for a FANCY dinner (probably reserved the whole restaurant for a few hours just so you two would be the only ones there), he even picks out your outfit and jewelry for the day so you two can match. speaking of which!! he loooves wearing matching outfits! not in a tacky, literally wearing the exact same clothes kind of way- but a "classy" matching. like, wearing the same color scheme. just something subtle as another way to show the world that you two are together. in conclusion: kibum is quite literally obsessed with you, and he wants EVERYONE to know it.

⚝minho

immediately obsessed with you from the beginning of the relationship! he is the single most husband-material man in the world, idc. will make you breakfast in bed as often as he can! even if you guys don't live together, he'll literally doordash a breakfast burrito or smth to your house just so he's sure you eat something in the morning. probably starts looking for rings just a few months into the relationship- but he won't tell you that bc he doesn't wanna freak you out. he's so sure that you're THE ONE, though. acts of service is 100% his love language. he just likes doing the little things for you! whether it's hanging up your jacket when you come home from work, washing the dishes, or learning how to make your favorite food, he's more than happy to do it! probably learns how to braid your hair! idk, i just feel like that's something he'd do. like, he'd wanna learn how to braid your hair so it's out of your face while you're sleeping</3. he loves talking about your future together! marriage, kids, retirement, all of it! he just loves to imagine your life together<3. minho is the guy that's in it for the long haul- he's the one you know you're gonna grow old with.

⚝taemin

he's a little weird!! but you love him, so it's okay!! just has the oddest little ways to show his love for you. like, i feel like he bites?? not hard, it's really more like, mouthing?? like, you guys will just be sitting on the couch watching tv, and he'll just gently bite your shoulder. and he'll stay there for a while, just like, holding your skin with his teeth. he likes to send you songs that remind him of you, but sometimes they're just so?????? like, he'll send you a song and be like "this came on shuffle and reminded me of you :3" and you're just sitting there confused like, bro this is literally "fireball" by pitbull??? silly stuff aside, i feel like he'd like to let you plan things!! not bc he doesn't want to- he just likes to let you take charge! you two will be deciding on where to go for dinner, and you'll be like "let's go here!" and he'll just be like, "okay :3" no arguing at all, he'll just go along with whatever you say! but he still likes to take care of you! like, he'll do little things like, zipping up your jacket, or holding the car door open for you, or bringing the blankets up to your chin while you're in bed so you don't get cold :((( also, kind of like the random biting thing, i feel like he just likes to hold you. like, you'll be standing at the stove cooking dinner, and he'll come up behind you and hug you TIGHT. like, you can barely breathe, but you know he just loves you so much, so let him squeeze the air out of you <3. taemin is the type of boyfriend that wants to be romantic, but he's just not really sure how! you two have your own way of going about things, and that makes you happy :)

a/n no.2: i went a little overboard with taemin, but i had a lot to say about that funky guy!! if you liked this, a like and reblog would be highly appreciated!! i love u guys. thanks for reading<333

[imaginidol]

Taemin: Stars Under the Rain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He giggles again and pulls his hoodie over his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me what you think,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What am I missing?”

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

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

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

[xotaemintol]

(Ot5 ofc) SHINee As Your Boyfriend HC: Black Girl Edition (slight nsfw)

“Love is so nice” - JONGHYUN

Mostly SFW but it includes slightly or very nsfw themes at least once for everyone, if you are uncomfortable with that, feel free to leave feedback and tell me how it could be more comfortable for you or scroll :)

JINKI

-Buys you bonnets from different places made out of different materials, he once bought you an extremely expensive silk bonnet from Italy because he thought that you’d like it and that it would look good on you

-He loves it when you do different hairstyles, he loves your hair period, and loves anytime you change it or anytime you do something you’ve done before, he just loves your hair in general and loves to play in it, he’ll even put flowers in your hair when you’re going on walks and take adorable pictures of your hair with pretty flowers in it. he once made you a flower crown to wear and posted it on Instagram, everyone lost their minds and kept begging him to post more of you because they loved the pictures so much

-He’ll sit with you and wait for you to finish getting your nails done, even if it takes 15 minutes to 4 hours, he’ll wait and pay for it when you get done, then he won’t let you lift a finger when they are finished and gives you princess treatment, he loves the sound that they make when you type, it’s not usually loud, but the small tapping sounds always make him feel so relaxed and at home

-Your family invited him over for dinner so they could meet him and he sang for them, afterward he ate and experienced the itis, but he didn’t even make it back home before he fell asleep full and satisfied, he said that if you ever feed him like that again he’d marry you blind. He always asks when the next time you’ll visit your family is because he loves their cooking, they even sent food once because he kept asking about it and when he tried the peach cobbler he got literally weak in the knees and almost put it over cake

-He almost turns into a dog whenever he sees you putting on lotion, you’ll be sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing your legs down and he’ll come in and be like “Are you trying to seduce me? It’s working.” It’s like he goes into heat when he sees you fresh out of the shower and even in the shower, not just because you’re naked but because seeing you lathered up just sets off something in his head and gives him the unstoppable urge to be inside of you, he’ll literally go from “You’re so pretty, my pretty girl” to “I need to fuck you, now.” Like soft cuddly boyfriend Jinki, to daddy Jinki in seconds just from seeing you putting on lotion

JONGHYUN

-Steals your bonnet and wears it himself, he’ll wear it to dance practice or to recordings and when someone asks what it is he’ll be like “Oh, it’s my girlfriend, she usually wears it to sleep, but it fell off last night so I took it:)”

-Posts heavily edited pictures of you on Twitter and calls you beautiful in the caption even though the picture is distorted, he posts pretty pictures of you all the time but likes to switch it up and will post a picture of you sleeping with drool down the side of the face or with food on your face because he thinks it's cute when you whine about it. He especially likes to post pictures of you during wash day, he thinks that it’s cute, he likes to shape your hair into horns or do the early 2000’s mustache thing and post pictures of it

-Once someone said that your hair was too ‘wild’ and he had Shawols attack them and the person apologized and then deleted their account, once he made the two of you his profile picture when a certain colorist idol made a comment about your relationship, he posted a bunch of pictures of the two of you together and made it clear to everyone that he didn’t care about their opinions on his relationship with you and Shawols were quick to call out that person and after an overwhelming amount of well deserved backlash he apologized, but Jonghyun kept his profile picture as you and him because not only does he love the picture, but he always wants it to be clear that it doesn’t matter what anyone says, he’d love you if you were blue

-Sends you one million texts in three seconds and when you don’t respond in 0.1 he’ll have a whole fit and swear that you’re trying to break up with him and will have an attitude when he gets home because you took five minutes to respond every time he texted you even though it took you five minutes to read all the texts he sent. He hates it when you take too long to respond but tries not to get too upset, you only make it worse by spoiling him with attention and picking up your phone for him no matter what, so you fully expect him to complain when you take a little longer than usually to respond

-His texts consist of ‘I miss you’, memes or pictures of SHINee, pictures of him extremely close to the camera, pictures of him shirtless, videos of him chasing Minho around because he called him short, steamy texts that would make his PR team faint, thirty voice messages all sent within a minute of each other, and lengthy heartfelt texts about how he loves you so much and how you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world and how he he’d get your face tattooed on his brain if he could

-Is a victim to sundress season, something about you in a sundress with your hair done and a smile on your face sends this man off the rails and he swears that he’s not a perv but will intentionally go out and buy you a sundress that’s too short and too low for you to wear out in public, but perfect for you to wear in front of him

KIBUM

-Steals your bonnet part.2 but only because he thinks they look good on him, he wore it once because you put it on him and after that, he'll wear it himself whenever you aren't and if it falls off when you're sleeping because he wakes up before you, he'll slip it back on for you and then take a picture of you so he can send it to you later and tell you about how he's such a sweet boyfriend for keeping your hair safe

-Once he took it instead and went to dance practice with it on and left it there by accident so he ended up buying a new one on the way home, when you asked about the one he took he pretended like he didn’t know what you were talking about

-Sooooo much gossiping, you’ll see something online and show it to him and be like “baby! Look at this!” And he’ll get just as messy as you, “Oh no honey! This is all wrong!” (I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he’s definitely the type to get messy with you and then make out with you because he thinks your attitude is hot like)

-Even if he comes home late he’ll stay up longer to do your skincare routine with you and will even help you with your hair, if you need to put it in a protective style before bed or wrap it up, retwist it, comb it, brush it, curl it, wash it, or cut it off, he’ll help you with it because he loves how beautiful your hair is and will always help you maintain it

-The type of boyfriend to sit with a face mask on with you, help you with your nails, and listen to you talk about your day and get all engaged in it as if he was there, the “Oh! And then what?!” Type, and even though he’s listening he’ll start giving you those “I want you right now” eyes just because something about your voice and the way you look turns him on, then sets you back five steps by ruining your hair because he found you just talking attractive and decided that it would be an amazing idea to fuck before bed (it was)

MINHO

-The type to slip your bonnet back on if he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees it off because he knows that you don’t want your hair to be ruined, it makes him feel so proud of himself for having such a beautiful girlfriend, he loves how you look when you're sleeping with your bonnet on, cuddled up to the pillows and sleeping on the bed he bought, he'll go out of his way to buy you bonnets (you already have too many) just because he likes to see you in them

-Super supportive type, If you want to try a new style he’s the first to tell you that it’ll look amazing, you want to post a picture of yourself that you think others may not like he’ll be the one to encourage you to do what you want

-If you wear a lipliner prepare for it to only last for about five minutes because he’d kiss it all off and be like “It looked pretty! What was I supposed to do? Aren’t your lips for me to kiss?!”

-Posts vague pictures of you because he wants to show you off but understands if you aren’t ready to go completely public yet, so he’ll post pictures of you with a bouquet he bought, pictures of you in front of the sun setting, pictures of your hands while you’re out at dinner, pictures of your hands with a pretty ring he bought, and as many more that he can without overwhelming you, but when you finally do get comfortable enough to show your beautiful face, he’s immediately like “Oh! We have to do this challenge! We should do that one dance!”

-Would also wait for you while you get your nails done, he’ll help you pick out a color or shape and if you get a color he likes then he’ll go crazy about it and post pictures of your hands on his story

-Likes to spoil you and get your hair and nails done as often as you want, something about pleasing a woman as beautiful as you turns him on and even though you’d probably just get your hair done he’ll ruin it in half the time it took to finish it, if you get braids he’ll try his hardest not to pull or do too much grabbing since he knows that it hurts, but anything else and he’s pulling like he lost his mind

TAEMIN

-Bought a matching bonnet because he thinks it looks cute on you so now you, Kkoong, Daeng, and Taemin wear one to bed and even just to lounge around the house, he loves how domestic and cozy his apartment looks with his cat babies and his girlfriend matching with pajamas on and a bonnet

-Lipliner/lipstick or gloss ruiner part two only it’s ruined because you kept kissing his face, he doesn’t mind how sticky the gloss can be or the marks on his cheeks and lips, he actually thinks that it’s cute and will leave the house like that when he can

-Unfortunately, he won’t sit with you while you get your nails done, he’s too much of an introvert for that, but he will FaceTime you and hold the phone even if you aren’t talking about anything, even the silence is comfortable for the both of you so he doesn’t mind it at all, especially because he ends up missing you while you’re out

-He started using your lotion because he likes how soft it makes your skin but he uses so much that it’s always gone in a week, so you made him promise to buy more every time he uses the last of it and he always does

-You’ll post a picture of yourself dressed up and even though he never likes or comments on them, he’ll send you a text about it and be like “when I get home be ready” you posted a picture of yourself in a sundress and this man turned into a dog, right after he finished recording he sent you a text saying “keep that on, I need you in that tonight” needless to say, Taemin falls victim to sundress season

[skzhocomments]

Star Dust - JongTae Oneshot

General Masterlist

Pairing: Taemin x Jonghyun

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

Word Count: ~6k

Warnings: swearing, angst, lots of crying

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

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

Summary

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

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

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

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Star Dust

It was bad.

Extremely bad.

Fuck, terrible, even.

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

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

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

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

But Jonghyun wasn’t drunk.

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

The burning intensified.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

“Need me to drive you?”

Yes.

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, maybe he’s dying.

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

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

Right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

Maybe there was something in his drink?

Yeah, that’s the only logical explanation.

Maybe he did dream about everything.

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

~

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

“Jjong?” Taemin looked perplexed.

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

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

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

“My phone ran out.” He shrugged.

“And you’re not picking up today.”

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

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

Taemin blushed and turned his head away.

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

He didn’t want to know.

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

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

What if it wasn’t a dream after all?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even if he doesn’t feel the same.

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

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

“Jjong, it’s freezing.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t even wash your hands!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Your birthday is sooner. Only two months.”

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

“Wow, this is actually really good!”

“Well, what else did you expect?!”

“You’re the best.” Taemin chuckled.

“I know I am.”

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

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

“No, I don’t.”

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

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

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

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

Damn, he really was a praise princess.

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

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

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

“Jjong, it’s freezing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll die of drama.”

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

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

“Freezing cold water.” Taemin corrected.

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

“You’re just getting used to it.”

“And aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Taemin chuckled.

“Then, what if I splash you?”

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

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

“You’re so carefree, aren’t you?”

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

“I’m-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Boring~!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. It’s really warm.”

“Ahh, I love this place.”

“Have you been here before?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ugh.

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

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

And why green?

Out of all colours, why were his stars green?

It almost seemed like, because he was jealous…

No, this couldn’t be it.

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

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

“Huh? Colours?”

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

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

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

“Why did you ask?”

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

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

He cried star-shaped tears of jealousy.

But why?

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

“What?” Taemin asked, embarrassed.

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

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

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

How many shades of green did Jjong see, exactly?

Taemin barely saw one, and even that looked dull.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dull. Faded.

But why?

Why didn’t it look as it should?

Why?

~

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

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

Less time spent with Jjong.

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

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

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

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

Blue. Just like his feelings.

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

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

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

Fuck, his eyes stung. Again.

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

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

He could barely see the colour blue.

~

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

“Tell me about it.” Taemin chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My favourite person.

He doesn’t mean it.

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

“Mhm.”

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

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

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

“Good for you.”

“Hey, did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just hungry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m glad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean, Taeminnie?”

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

No, he needed to get away. Now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really can’t do this anymore…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did it hurt so much?

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

“Taeminnie.” Jonghyun whispered.

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

“I missed you.”

Taemin didn’t reply.

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

“I see.” Taemin nodded.

“Taemin, can we talk?”

“We are talking.”

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

“Okay.”

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

“Jjong, go straight to the point.”

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

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

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

“I can’t believe this…”

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

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

~The END~

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Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

Masterlist

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

Genre: Explicit, angst

Word Count: 3.2k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

Please enjoy!

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Lovesickness

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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just us - kim jonghyun x reader

summary: no one knew you like your best friend did... could you stand just to be friends?

fn!reader x kim jonghyun

4.2k words

rating: M - explicit (fluffy ;-;) sexual content

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

It was hot out… really hot.

Well, it wasn’t necessarily hot outside today, but it sure felt like it; the large turtleneck around your neck made the weather seem so much hotter than it actually was. Fashion is pain, you thought to yourself as you swallowed roughly, looking around somewhere for a bottle of water. Maybe if you swallowed hard enough it would quench your thirst. (It did not) You quickly looked to your friend, making eye contact with Jonghyun next to you who smiled softly at you.

“Feeling okay?” he asked quietly into your ear as you nodded numbly, your eyes glancing around for any outlet to escape. He hummed, watching your eyes, tracking the movement around the vicinity of the area. “Are you feeling alright, Y/N?”

“I’m fine,” you said lowly, brushing off his comment. You didn’t need him worrying about you; but it would be nice, you thought. You wanted his help so badly, but you didn’t want to be so much of a burden to him. “I’m just… tired.” He furrowed his eyebrows, not taking your answer as all-around truthful, studying your demeanor. 

“Do you wanna go home?” You felt his eyes on you, not turning your head and taking a deep breath. He wants to be here, you thought, we can’t just leave. You could tell that as soon as you both had arrived, he was beyond excited; you managed to snag last-minute seats that you had chosen for an outdoor concert. You always tried to look your best for him, sporting an outfit that he had told you he liked on you before, which included an oversized turtleneck.

“It’s okay,” you told him, “I promise.” The two of you always had a bit of a situationship happening: You went on dates that promptly failed every time, and Jonghyun was a little picky when it came to finding someone just right that he liked. Sometimes, the two of you would just go on “dates” as friends, knowing the other was still in the process of finding someone, but still wanting to spend some quality time together. Sure, his opinion mattered to you, but what he meant to you felt different than most of your friends… You almost wanted to impress him. 

“Y/N,” he whined, moving an arm to wrap around your back and pulling you to his side, causing you to yelp. He laughed, rubbing your back gently: “Tell me if you want to go home—I won’t be offended.”

“I want to go home,” you told him, eliciting a smile from him. “There are too many people here, and this turtleneck is hot, and I am overwhelmed.” You bit the inside of your lip, feeling Jonghyun’s touch on you. He did everything he could in his being for you, but you always felt like you’d flake out when it came to things that he wanted to do; there was no way out of it.

“Why didn’t you say that?” he asked, studying your blank expression, searching for the emotion you hid down deep. His eyes were kind, and all around he was almost perfect; it broke your heart having to break off the events you had planned together. “The tickets were five dollars, c’mon… Let’s go.” You felt him help you up off of the seat, clasping your hands together as he carefully led you through the crowd of people in the audience. 

“I’m sorry,” you told him as he lead you through the sea of people. He turned back at you with a large smile on his face, tugging your hand so that the two of you could make a run for it. “Jonghyun!” A laugh escaped your lips as the two of you sped through the mobbed crowd, suddenly halting at the entrance. You slammed against him, causing him to grunt in response and hold you closer. 

“There are a lot of people here,” he noted, his eyes darting around, reaching his hand out to find the door. You moved your head toward him, meeting his eyes which were racing with excitement. It didn’t really matter where the two of you went— It was always fun just being together. You could feel his breath on your nose as he exhaled, out of breath from running. “Wanna get boba?” You smiled; you couldn’t help it. He was just so… pretty. And he was also your best friend, you thought to yourself as you found yourself smiling back at him. 

“I love you,” you told him in response, causing him to chuckle, squeezing your hand. The actions between you two were merely platonic at best, but you really did love him. Your heart jumped as he led your hand out the door and back outside with far fewer people. 

“I love you too~” He sang in a sing-songy voice, swinging your hands in between the two of you. “Hey, by the way… when we get to the shop, do you think we could talk for a bit?”

“Sure,” you said with a smile, playing along with his funny charades. He tightened his grip around you, resting your swinging arms.

“It’s nothing serious,” he said innocently, already feeling your stress from earlier still manifesting in you. It affected you physically too, and he could tell: How your body tensed up, breathing shallowed, and voice got quieter. He knew, and that’s what made him your best friend. “Don’t worry… We just haven’t been able to sit down and actually talk in a while, y’know?” He looked at your face, waiting for your response. 

“Yeah,” you told him quietly. Usually, the two of you chatted lightheartedly, but was he actually trying to be serious about this? “I’m sorry, Jonghyun. I want to be able to do things that you want to do, but it’s a little too much for me sometimes; I don’t like how people look at me when we go out.” You felt his thumb rub against your hand lightly and comfortingly. 

“That’s why we try new things,” he told you gently, cocking his head to the side fondly, “and when we don’t like them, we move on to try the next thing! And I got a long list of them…”

“Yes, you do,” you told him with a chuckle, the two of you sharing a glance as you smiled at each other. You loved how he made you feel like no other, and you treated him the same. As best friends.

“Look!” he called, pulling you into the shop, fruity scents soon blasting up your nose. He chatted excitedly, raising both of your hands held together to point at the menu board. He marveled at the ridiculous fruit combinations as you got lost in his warm eyes. You searched his face: He was always an open book, unlike you, which made it hard for the two of you, but Jonghyun was always prepared for something different, which is why he could make friends with anyone—including you. 

–

“See, I think that’s disgusting,” you told him, pointing to his greenish, brown, sloppy drink. “What the hell is that?”

“This one,” he announced proudly, turning the cup to look at the order receipt, “is avocado coconut!” He laughed as your jaw dropped in disgust, pulling your latte boba closer to you. (It was always the safe option, and what’s worse than the unfamiliar?) Jonghyun was always up for a little bit of adventure, taking a deep breath and sucking at the straw. You watched his reaction as he tilted his head, almost chewing on the drink.

“Why are you chewing on it?” you asked in a horrified voice, your eyes widening.

“It’s got… chunks,” he said slowly, making you turn your head away in disgust as he laughed merrily. “It’s pretty bad.” He examined the smoothie that he had gotten once again, his lip upturned in disgust, and another small laugh escaping his lips. “Maybe if I keep drinking it, it’ll get better…” You watched as he drank more of it, watching his nose scrunch up. 

“Oh my God,” you said, watching him drink the sludge liquid. He smiled, setting his drink down and wiping off the condensation around the drink with a napkin and then drying the table, starting to get up. The two of you headed out of the shop, sitting on the park bench just outside the shop. “Okay, what is it that you wanted to tell me?” He drew his lips into a thin line, tapping his fingers against his thighs and looking away nervously.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he started warily. You raised an eyebrow, unfamiliar with his sudden anxiousness around you. The two of you were always able to be comfortable with each other, so the idea that he was nervous about you confused you. You nodded, urging him to go on, giving him a reassuring smile and he sighed, dropping his head. “Y/N, I’m having a lot of fun…”

“I am too,” you told him softly, grabbing his hand again and smiling at him, causing him to crack a smile as well. “I enjoy spending time with you.”

“Did you want to go out on a date?” he spat out suddenly, biting down on his lip at the words crashing out of his mouth, unable to keep them in any longer. “W-With me? I know you’re still on the dating apps and stuff, but…”

“I really like you,” you told him, watching his face relax a little bit. “I really do. I have for a while.”

“How long?” he asked, gawking as if he’d never expected you to say that.

“A long time,” you told him with a tired sigh and suddenly embarrassed now that this topic of conversation had come up unexpectedly. “You’re… really attractive.” The words came out breathily, almost like a whisper. “But-but it’s more than that, of course.”

Jonghyun shifted in his seat, still unable to make direct eye contact with you. “I really wanna kiss you,” he said softly, licking his dry lips out of anxiousness. You turned to him with a smile, moving your face in to leave a small peck on his lips, quickly bringing your face back with a nervous giggle. His eyes widened, his lips staying parted as he still processed what you just did.

“That wasn’t very good,” you said quietly, “I’m sorry…” He brought his hand up to your chin connecting your lips again, making you gasp in surprise. You brought a hand up to his face, fidgeting with the drink in your hand as you attempted to set it down on the bench. Jonghyun gave up on the smoothie, letting it fall to the ground to bring both of his hands up to the bottom of your head, cradling it gently. You felt yourself laugh against his lips upon hearing the drink fall to the ground. 

“You dunno how long I’ve waited for this,” he mumbled quietly, tangling his fingers in your hair, causing you to smile.

“Jjong,” you complained lightly, rubbing your thumbs against his cheeks. You had to disconnect your lips from his, although enjoying the moment, he was going a lot deeper than you had ever intended he would. 

“Sorry,” he said quickly, separating himself from off of you and awkwardly yanking his shirt down, “too much, too fast. I dropped my smoothie.”

“Oh, don’t pretend to be sad about it,” you teased, slapping his shoulder. He smiled mischievously, pulling you closer to his side. 

–

“You have something on your shirt,” you said quietly, touching the green stain on Jonghyun’s t-shirt carefully. He had his arm around you as you both lay on the couch in his apartment, the TV playing a random show in the background. “It looks like avocado sludge.”

“Delicious,” he responded lowly with a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Great, that was a good shirt, too.”

“It’s just a white t-shirt,” you replied softly, leaning your head on his shoulder, and feeling him sigh. “You have a million of them… all identical to each other.”

“You ruined white t-shirt number fifteen out of one hundred fifty,” he complained jokingly, rolling his head back and sighing loudly. “What am I gonna do?”

“You go change, and I’ll throw it in the wash,” you told him gently. He didn’t say anything for a moment before sitting up and removing the t-shirt from his torso, chucking it across the room. He laid back down, adjusting his arm around you again and grunting. “Or you can do that.”

“I’ll get to it later,” he said, spreading his legs out. “It’s warm in here.”

“Well, now it is,” you quipped, Jonghyun turning his head so your faces met. He rested a hand on the side of your face, a small smile creeping up on his lips. He moved his eyes down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you again?” he whispered. You could see his chest rise and fall with each breath he took, and his eyes became sultry, not taking them away from yours.

“Yeah,” you said. He let out a breath of relief, leaning over to connect your foreheads together. “Please… kiss me.” He brought his hands down, snaking them around your waist as he pulled you closer and met your lips. You sighed, enjoying the sensation of his hands on you, rolling your head back in pleasure, Jonghyun meeting your parted mouth. He moved his open-mouthed kisses down to your neck, eliciting a noise from you.

“More?” he spoke up, watching you nod helplessly. “Can I touch you? Where do you wanna be touched?”

“Everywhere,” you responded breathily, moving your arms around his neck and climbing on top of his lap. His hands slid up your shirt, carefully thumbing over your chest and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Jjong… I want you…”

“You’re so beautiful,” he mused, feeling you like putty in his hands. “Be mine…” You brought your eyes down to meet his again, feeling your breathing slow down.

“What did you say?” you asked softly as he chuckled quietly. The nerves in him were no longer gone as he had you in his lap all to himself.

“Be mine,” he said again, watching your lips curl up into a smile. You nodded wordlessly, bringing your lips together again as Jonghyun slid his hands down to your thighs, stroking them softly. “Y/N… Let me make you feel good.” You rested your head back as Jonghyun laid you down on the couch. You watched as he appeared above you, feeling his soft hands wander your body aimlessly.

“Jonghyun,” you said breathlessly, earning his attention. You lifted your arms up, letting him lift your sweater above your head, leaving you both shirtless. 

“So pretty,” he cooed, moving his hands up your stomach and cupping your breasts, slowly moving his fingers over them and marveling at you from above. “Wow… Will you let me help you?” His hands reached the waistband of your pants, rubbing at your waist softly. You bit your lip, nodding wordlessly as Jonghyun slowly brought down your pants to your ankles, taking them off carefully; he left you in your bra and underwear, sitting up straight to get a better look. His eyes lustfully examined your body, his honey-colored body breathing in and out carefully. He sighed, moving his hand to palm himself through his jeans at the sight of you below him, making you whine for his attention. 

“Jjong,” you complained, watching his eyes flutter back open with a lazy smile.

“Sorry,” he replied softly, moving his hand from his clothed bulge down to your hips, using both his hands to stroke the inside of your thighs. “Can I move this?” His hand glided over your clothed area as you gave him a quick nod. He brought your panties down past your knees, bringing your legs up shoulder length apart and humming contently. 

“Oh…” You moaned softly merely at the sight of him between your legs as he smirked cutely up at you.

“I’m goin’ in,” he whispered, making you audibly laugh, and he held your shaking legs with a grin on his face. “Just relax, okay?” You nodded, taking a deep breath and moving your hands to tangle them up in Jonghyun’s hair as he went down in between your legs. A breathy moan made its way through your parted lips as Jonghyun’s mouth met the folds along your entrance. Your breath hitched as he left little kisses along your inner thighs, hearing his voice come from under you: “Do you want me to get you off? Hm?”

“Yes,” you responded quietly, running your hands through his hair. “Please…” He smiled, trailing kisses on your thighs as he moved his fingers in to touch you.

“You’re so wet already,” he said softly, running his fingers down your folds, the slickness making a lewd noise as you shivered at his touch. He drifted his fingers up to your clit, feeling a jolt in your body as you moaned out. 

“Jjong…” He smiled at your noise of satisfaction, using his finger to lazily circle your clit carefully. You felt his tongue poke out around the sides, feeling the warmth that traveled from the outskirts slowly to your entrance, making you violently twitch, involuntarily grabbing for his hair. You heard a chuckle from him as you felt his tongue enter you, using it to make circular motions inside. He gripped your thighs with his hands, watching his head go in further below you, feeling his tongue fuck you while slowly stroking your thighs. 

“Shit,” he whispered as you watched his head come back up after about a minute. He removed his tongue upon feeling you clench around it, quickly shifting to his next move. “Can I?” He reached for the buckle of his belt, raising an eyebrow at you with a cute smile. You nodded feverishly, whining at the lack of warmth inside of you. “Be patient, dear…” You watched as he lowered his jeans off of his legs, leaving him in his briefs. He took a steadying breath, placing his hands on either side of your head, crawling over on top of your near-naked form. “Wow.”

“Hurry up,” you mumbled quietly, giggling when he brought his hands up to your sides to tickle you. “Jjong! S-stop!”

“Give me a moment, my dear,” he said, his eyes softening, “or I’ll tickle you more.”

“Okay!” you exclaimed, feeling his hands clasp onto yours. He smiled, lowly humming and moving to take off his boxer briefs. 

“You need my fingers first?” he asked quietly, earning a small nod from you. “Okay…” He knitted his eyebrows together in concentration, resituating himself so he could have one hand cradling your head and the other at his disposal. He wiped his thumb gently over your folds, hearing your sigh of relief. His finger grazed your entrance and slowly slipped it in, earning a groan from above you. “Relax…”

“Jonghyun,” you breathed out as he hushed quietly in response. “Mm… deeper.”

“Breathe,” he told you. You took a deep breath, feeling his second finger enter shortly after. You threw your head back as he cautiously moved his fingers inside you. “Good…”

“Please,” you said softly, biting your lip roughly, which drew a little bit of blood to your bottom lip. “Just… like, fuck me already.”

“Yeah?” he affirmed quietly, meeting his warm eyes up to yours. He hummed at your anxious wiggling, desperate for some friction. “Mm… I’ll make it better, baby; don’t worry…” You bucked your hips up, feeling his fingers in and out of you slowly. 

“Stop teasing me,” you said breathily, gripping the sides of the couch as you felt his fingers stir around inside you.

“All in good fun,” he replied playfully, leaning down to kiss you. You cupped your hands around his face, kissing him greedily as he maneuvered around you, taking his fingers out. He separated your lips, turning around to look over his shoulder. “Hmm…”

“What?” you said, breathing heavily. You watched as he climbed to his feet, looking around. 

“Condom,” he muttered lowly, his eyes wide, scanning the room. You laughed, watching him make a run for his room while buck-naked. 

“Jjong!” you called with a laugh, covering your mouth. “You’re just leaving me?”

“No!” he exclaimed, waddling back to the couch quickly. “Stop laughing!”

“It’s funny!” you told him as he playfully rolled his eyes. “You’re cute.”

“I appreciate it,” he said, lowering his head as he rested his palm next to your body, the other hand moving to rip the condom open with his teeth. You shifted in your place, the sight of him over you ripping a condom open send a jolt of nerves up your spine. “Mm… You like when I do that?”

“Maybe,” you replied stubbornly as he chuckled. 

“I’ll show you something else you might like,” he said lowly, slowly rolling the condom on. He groaned loudly at the feeling, catching his lips in his teeth. A noise rippled out from his throat as he stroked himself slowly, moving his hooded eyes to yours, eliciting a shiver from you. He stroked himself while keeping his eyes on you, bucking up into his hand and letting out a choked moan. 

“No teasing,” you told him, sitting up to kiss him again, bringing him down with you as you lowered onto your back again. “I need you…”

“I need you, too.” His kisses became heated and rushed, turning into open-mouthed kisses as he slid his hands under your body to lift you up. “Wanna fill you up…”

“Please,” you said breathlessly, tangling your hands in his hair as he placed open-mouth kisses wherever he could. He held his cock in his quivering hand, using it to trace the outside of your entrance; you whined in anticipation, nodding quickly, hoping he’d give you what you wanted faster.

“Good girl,” he cooed, smiling when a choked moan escaped your lips as he moved his member inside of you. The two of you were still as Jonghyun shakily moved his hands to wrap around your waist, carefully rocking in and out, each time further inside being deeper than the last. 

“Jjong–” you started, earning a nod from him; he knew what you wanted. His breathing was as soft as his demeanor, using a hand to drift back down between your legs, gently stroking your clit with one of his fingers. An embarrassingly loud moan came from your mouth as he moved faster, playing with your clit and reaching down to kiss you, releasing the moan into his mouth. He smiled, using this opportunity to go harder, and speeding the pace up with his fingers.

“Look at you,” he mused, feeling you crumble underneath him completely. “You’re all mine… No one else could make you feel like this, hm?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, trying to catch your breath. You were lost in ecstasy as he pumped in and out of you quickly, and used his other hand to play with you a little.

“Couldn’t even find a date,” he whispered lowly, meeting your lips again. “No one knows how to satisfy you like I do, hm?”

“Yes, Jjong, yes.” Your fingers gripped at his hair, feeling his breathing get heavy as you felt him get faster underneath you.

“Want me to pull out?” he asked, leaning his forehead against yours. “Y/N… I’m gonna cum…”

“Me, me,” you babbled, “stay in me.” He let out a breathy laugh, holding the contact with his seductive eyes, your foreheads still connected. 

“I’m… Y/N…” You nodded feverishly, using your hands in his hair to bring your faces closer. “Y/N…”

“Please,” you told him, “faster…” He obeyed, moving at an impossibly fast rate, feeling himself release inside of you. He groaned, holding your shaking body, your walls clenched around him.

“Oh my God,” he groaned, lowering his head, unable to keep eye contact with you as he came inside you, holding you in his arms. “That’s it… ride it out, baby…” You felt yourself release, shaking incessantly and moaning incoherently as he held you close to him. 

“Ah…” You exhaled heavily, trying to catch your breath, connecting your foreheads together again. 

“Wow,” he said lowly, a small smile creeping up on his lips. “Wow, Y/N…”

“Thank you,” you told him, causing him to chuckle and hold your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss your nose. “Only you know…”

“Only I know,” he confirmed, rubbing your cheeks carefully with his thumbs. He sighed, looking down and furrowing his eyebrows. “I don’t wanna pull out…”

“Then don’t.” He tightened his lips into a straight line, a blush erupting across his face. He nodded satisfactorily, pulling you onto him as he stayed inside of you. “I feel sleepy…”

“I do too,” he responded quietly, moving his hands to run them through your hair. “It’s warm… I like it.”

“I only want you,” you told him, enjoying his warm embrace and soft, brown eyes: All yours.

“I’m yours,” he replied, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “You’re never getting rid of me.” You laughed, happier than you ever were in your life. The boy of your dreams was holding you in his arms right now, and no other feeling could ever beat this one. Not in a million years.

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hi hi!! thank you all for reading, and i’m excited to announce that i’m back! a new chapter of SHINE should be up today (which includes much more jonghyun content), and you can expect updates from me on here as well as on wattpad the next few weeks. this os was a special request! thank you to all who have been submitting jjong requests! i’ve been thrilled to write them. i hope that you all stay warm this week.

- anne <3

[gayashawol]

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

Ships: Lee Jinki x AFAB!Reader x Kim Jonghyun

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Hurt + Comfort

Word Count: 4000+ words

Content Warning(s): Mentions of grooming, abuse (specifically past summer camp abuse), also Taemin is aged down in case that’s someone’s trigger (he is 16 in this story), same as the previous story, reader’s genitals is described with the top being vague and the bottom detailed

Author’s Notes: I hope you guys actually like these sort of stories, I really enjoyed making them looool

It was 6 in the morning, time to wake up before the others just to get the food ready for the little campers. I woke up alongside Jinki and Jonghyun, seeming like they had a rough night.

“Morning hun… how did you sleep?” Jonghyun smiled back at me. His eyes seemed half awake, he had a blank expression for a moment before reacting to my comment.

“It was alright… I’d rather sleep in my bed than this…” Jinki stood up afterwards, going towards the shower room. We followed each other, removing our clothes before stepping onto the wet floor and turning on the shower head.

Jinki and Jonghyun were teasing each other, spanking each other butts while I peacefully washed my hair just to then place it in two ponytails. I grabbed my towel and went out, seeing the two fighting each other naked like I was watching the Olympics during Ancient Greece times with their cocks flopping around and their towels on the floor.

“Jinki started it!!” Jonghyun screamed, trying to push Jinki away. I broke up the fight, telling them to get changed so we could start cooking and waking the kids up at 8 am. We did have a lot of time, so we could do what we wanted to do before then.

We finally got changed and went into our camp clothes before we went to the kitchen to make porridge as a part of the breakfast menu. It was a huge bowl, it was WAY bigger than all of our heads combined. While me and Jonghyun were getting the food ready, Jinki went to wake up the campers. Slowly but surely, they came to the window and demanded food.

We gave them a fresh bowl of porridge to eat, as well as a protein bar, an apple and a sandwich of their choice. There were 4 different types of sandwiches. There were eggs, cheese, ham and tuna. They hung out at the tables where we could see them and laughed with their friends and the cliques they created throughout the 2 weeks they had been in camp.

“Alright, that’s the most of them.” Jinki came back while smiling. We had 30 kids to take care of, and we were in charge of the activities for them. Once everyone was taken care of, we had our food and sat with the others.

Our favourite camper was a teenage boy named Taemin. His parents forced him to go after he supposedly kept getting bad grades. He seemed sad the first couple of days he was in the camp, but we did help him get his spirits up once we told him that we wouldn’t hurt him.

“Hi, guys!” Taemin eyes became cheerful upon our presence, walking up to us as he gave us space that wasn’t taken.

“Hey, Taemin! How have you been doing?” Jonghyun smiled back at him, sitting straight while leaning forward towards him. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept well! This camp wasn’t as bad as I thought!”

“That’s great to hear! We’re so glad to have you too!” Jinki cheerfully replied to Taemin while taking a bite out of his apple.

“Did you get a cheese sandwich again?” I teased him for his love for cheese. He has spoken a lot about his admiration for mozzarella sticks and cheesy pizza, knowing that cheese would be his go-to sandwich.

“Yeah! Jonghyun even made it melt for me!” I looked back at Jonghyun, shaking my head at the nice gesture he made. “This would’ve never been allowed at my other camp…”

“Yeah… some camps have safety regulations, but here is fine. If you want another one, let us know!” I saw him smiling, almost ecstatic at the thought of getting another sandwich. He quickly nodded, in which Jonghyun used that as a cue to go back and make more.

Eventually, Jonghyun came back and that sparkle in his eyes came back. He went in for a bite, feeling the melting cheese pull, getting excited at the view. We all got excited for him, seeing that he had been doing much better than a couple of weeks ago.

Soon enough, it was time for everyone to go outside. I followed everyone and played some games while Jinki and Jonghyun washed the dishes inside.

We played a game of “change seats if” in which it became serious way too quickly. Everyone enjoyed it so much that they got upset when they were told that the game was over.

During that period, Jinki and Jonghyun came out to play along, leading the kids to demand to play again so they could join. We brought out 2 more chairs, so now we were all playing together.

One kid stood up and began thinking of something to say. “Change seats if… you play football!” About 5 guys switched, and one stood back up. “Change seats if…” He paused, possibly thinking about something that hadn’t been said. “…who has an iPhone?” I immediately stood up with Jinki, in which he was brought to stand in the front.

“Stand up if you ate a cheese sandwich today!” Jinki alerted a sleepy Taemin, causing him to be the last to find a seat and have to stand in the front. He seemed shy, and unsure what to say. Everyone started to wait for him to call out anyone indirectly, but it turned out that he was nervous… almost like a stage fright feeling.

Feeling bad for him, I stood up to ask if he was alright. He gave a thumbs up as a sign for me to sit back down. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but I knew he had stage fright from the way his face looked, which was exactly how I felt as a kid when I was forced to go on stage at my school.

“U-uh… switch seats if… y-you have a birthmark…” He was pretty quiet, but I was able to just about hear him, so I repeated what he said.

“Taemin said, switch seats if you have a birthmark!” Only 3 people stood up and luckily he managed to sit back down to mind his own business.

After another 10 minutes of that, we stopped the games and allowed the campers to do whatever they wanted to do. Soon, it was 10 am. We were about to go on our morning stroll around the woods. We made sure that everyone was close to each other, going up the hills and going past the same path that we’d been through for 20 minutes straight.

We eventually reached a river, in which we divided into 3 so we had 1 adult for every 10 kids. I managed to be in the same boat with Taemin, having him sit next to me while the others sat in twos.

“Hey Y/N… I need to say something serious…” Taemin has spoken to me in an almost whisper voice.

“Hey, Taemin! What is it that you wanted to tell me?” I said in a rather cheerful voice. I knew I couldn’t break character, so I assumed that it was something light-hearted.

“Um… I think I’ve been abused in the other camp…” I felt my stomach drop so fast. Obviously, I couldn’t show the other kids that I was feeling upset, so I slightly dimmed my smile, demanding he tell me more when we went back to camp.

We finally reached the other side, everyone got out of the boat safely. We waited for the others, in which we reunited with Jinki, Jonghyun and the other 20 kids.

“Ah hey! How was the boat ride!” Jonghyun spoke to Taemin, but it seemed like he didn’t want to speak to anyone right now. I don’t know what he was thinking of, but I could assume that he might’ve had a flashback moment.

Or maybe… maybe he was upset with me…?

Did I sound rude or insensitive? I hope I didn’t come off like that.

We eventually went back to camp, with the kids looking forward to lunch. As soon as it came to 12:30 pm, everyone was lined up for lunch, with the dinner ladies pouring macaroni and cheese into a bowl.

Pouring each portion into each person’s trays, we finally reached the front of the line. We were given just about what we needed so we could sit down and start our lunch break.

“Not gonna lie, this camp thing is super difficult…” Jinki sighed, looking back at Jonghyun. “I want to go home…”

We all broke character for a little bit and sighed, cheering Jinki on to keep going for the entire day. Jonghyun pat his back, stroking it while I held his hands. He let out a couple of tears, but his face was still in a half smile.

“I know… but I really tried… I miss being in our room… making love…” Jinki explained, leaning onto Jonghyun’s shoulder. He was slowly getting it out, but he did go on to calm down and wipe away his tears, acting like it never happened.

All of a sudden, a familiar camper walked over to us with a tray full of food. It was a smiley Taemin, with a tray filled with only mac and cheese. We knew that this was going to be the meal of the week for him knowing his love for cheese.

“Hi, guys! I got myself some Mac and Cheese!” Taemin exclaimed out of excitement. We suddenly smiled back at him, cheering him on for the meal that he deservedly needed.

“That’s so great, Taemin! Let us know if you want more, alright Taemin?” We all chuckled at him, Jonghyun nodded his head and ate along with him. “

Taemin was looking at me while eating his food. Was it regarding the chat we had back on the boat? I hope he wasn’t mad at me…

Taemin then took a deep breath and began speaking directly to me. “Y/N… I do need to talk to you about something…”

In shock, I replied straight away. “Yes, Taemin?”

“It’s about… the other camp… but I can finish my food first.” He went on to eat his food fast enough that after a minute of eating, the tray was completely gone. He immediately stood up and went to my side of the table. I knew that this was my cue to go to the office and speak to him.

“Alright, Taemin. Sit down here. Let me know what happened.” My hands were together on the table, and I was leaning forward. My eyes were alert, and my head was already slightly shaking at the silence.

“Well… it was 4 summers ago… I went to this camp…” Taemin went on with the story, starting from the very moment his parents dropped him at the place.

—

“NOOOOO! I DON’T WANT TO GO HERE!!!” A 12-year-old Taemin screamed at the car of his parents, begging to go back home with them.

“Well, if you wanted to be with us, you should’ve brought home better grades than a D. Really? Are you serious, Taemin?”

The car approached a camp where Taemin could already hear some cries before he even went inside the place. The inside didn’t seem the greatest at the slightest. Everywhere seemed like it was cheaply made. A kid fell on a chair he was sitting on, and the stuff they were eating looked like wasted slop.

As his parents registered him into the camp, they made their way to the exit. “Bye, Taemin! We’ll see you at the end of summer!”

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!” Taemin began running for his parents, but the staff held him back, preventing him from moving until the doors closed. He ran over to open the door, but it was no use. He was trapped in this horrible camp for the whole summer and he had no other choice but to suck it up and survive.

That was when the challenge started.

The staff changed their emotions, switching to a rather scary face. They treated Taemin like he was a rat, throwing his belongings to the staff room to check his items just to throw almost all of his clothes away, including his favourite cheese underwear. At that point, he only had one underwear — the one he was wearing.

He became stressed out, unsure what to do. He had nothing else to wear and was stranded with nothing but his sanity.

The camp didn’t even feed him properly either, giving him slop 3 times a week, which meant that he had only fruits and a cheese stick to eat. He became incredibly skinny and he began to look unrecognisable. The once “happy-go-lucky” Taemin was now this miserable pile of bones whose parents dropped him to camp and left.

However, that wasn’t the worst part. There was a lot of abuse happening. Whenever Taemin did something out of line, he would get beaten — even if it was something small such as his legs pointing slightly sideways when standing. If he slept for too long, he would get beaten for that. If he went to sleep late, he would get beaten the next day. If he tried to escape, he would get beaten for that. There were so many rules that even he couldn’t keep up. In fact, the staff could beat campers up just because they felt like it. It was a horrible time.

Even though there was so much happening, nothing could prevent him from what would happen next. There was a staff that was especially close to him, TOO close. Her name was Haerim, a 28-year-old woman at the time. She found herself attracted to Taemin and she would stare at him as he would walk past him.

One day, Taemin and Haerim were alone together since she wanted to go through Taemin’s files. Once she realised that nobody was coming into the office, she used that time to do the unthinkable to the younger boy.

“Why are you doing that? Can you stop?” Taemin was weak, but he was able to stand up for himself to the best of his abilities.

“Why are you fussing? I’m just checking your clothes for your name!” She lied, it was obvious by the way she was holding up the hem of his jumper.

“Tell you what… let me do what I want to do, and I’ll make sure you won’t get beaten up again.” She held her hand on his cheek, scrunching his lips into a pout. Taemin looked at her in confusion, raising his eyebrow in disgust.

“B-But I haven’t even had my first time…” Taemin quietly spoke but got cut off by Haerim’s disgustingly loud laugh. She went closer to his face, just where her face would take out most of his sight.

“Do we have a deal?” She laid out her hand, waiting for Taemin to reply to her. Unfortunately for him, he accepted her request, hoping that he wouldn’t have to suffer anymore at the hands of the other staff.

Taemin felt like a toy throughout the time he was in the office. He knew what was happening, the woman wasn’t his mother or a doctor. She was a strange woman who wanted to do immoral acts with him, a child. He didn’t know how to feel, or how to act. He knew he couldn’t tell anyone, he just wanted to get out of it so he didn’t need to be beaten up.

As the weeks went on, he surprisingly hasn’t been beaten at all. Haerim even gave him all the food he had been craving, giving him an extra cheese sandwich for breakfast. He has been doing much better physically, but at what cost? Haerim was still demanding to do the ungodly things with him from time to time, causing him to wake up late.

Eventually, the summer camp finally came to an end. He could finally go home, right?

Haerim was going to miss him — taking advantage of his innocence. She made out with him in the office, kissing him with tongue, in which he was unsure what to do. He awkwardly opened his eyes in between, looking at what she was doing to him. She sighed to himself, knowing that it was the last time she could do that to him.

He woke up in her bed, with his clothes gone and nowhere to be found. Across him was a naked Haerim with her bending down with her butt towards Taemin. He felt uncomfortable but sucked it up as this may finally be the end of his “relationship” with Haerim.

As he left, his parents seemed cheerful to see him, but Taemin brushed aside him and walked into the car, almost as if his soul had been forcefully ripped out of him. He was gloomy, feeling guilty, and almost like he didn’t deserve to live.

—

I widen my eyes out of shock, not realising how bad it was until Taemin presented it to me. I saw him taking a deep breath to stop crying, but it was no use. I went over to cuddle him, and he gladly accepted and cried on my shoulder.

“I-I felt… g-guilty…” He sniffed, before letting it out again. I held onto him, pulling him closer. I just wanted to let him know that he was allowed to talk to me about anything… anything he felt comfortable to talk about.

“Thank you for telling me, Taemin.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Did you tell your parents about her?”

He shook his head. “No… they’d probably not believe me.”

Suddenly, Jonghyun walked in — possibly due to the fact that we stayed in the office for too long.

“Guys, it’s time to go out! Also, I saved you a bit of apple crumble and custard, I know how much you love AC&C!” He teased me, I had a sigh of relief hearing that he would never let me go a day without my favourite dessert in the world.

I took a bite of the AC&C he brought to me as I saw Jonghyun holding Taemin’s hand to go outside. I let myself have a sigh, giving myself time to enjoy my food. It has been a while since I enjoyed a meal this much. Jinki came in, chuckling at something on his phone.

“Yo Y/N, you got to see this video!” The video showcased a funny prank of people getting scared of a moving mannequin. He loves videos like these, almost like my mother. Seeing him happy was all I’d like to see, especially with the fact that he was crying not too long ago.

I eventually ate the AC&C and went to the kitchen to wash the plate. Me and Jinki hung out there for a while, taking a sip of water before going out to meet up with Jonghyun. As we went out, we saw Taemin with some other campers.

“Alright, campers! We’re going hiking! Let’s go in a group of 3!” Jinki called out, almost everyone went in their cliques. All, except Taemin. Eventually, 2 teens went up to him to ask to be in a group.

“Hey! We’re looking for a 3rd, so you wanna join us?” Their names were Minho and Kibum. They seemed to be friends since they entered the camp, getting along with each other like PB&J.

Taemin’s eyes lit up in excitement, smiling at the thought that there were people who actually wanted to be friends with him. “Yeah, sure!” He held the hand of Minho and walked away with them. Us being super excited for him, we watched from a distance as they asked questions about each other.

“So you have a birthmark?” Key asked Taemin. “Where is it?”

“Well… it’s on the side of my buttcheek… it looked like a cheese! My mother said that it looked like a my little pony cutie mark!” The boys chuckled, asking him to show it to them. He pulled down the band of his shorts, having the boys react in awe.

We decided that we were going to go as 3 and look around if any other kid wanted any help. It was a fun time walking around, going up the hills, swimming across the river, hopping on rocks and taking a break on the grass.

They chatted with each other the whole time, even upon their arrival back to the camp. They never broke apart, they were together. By the time they came back, it was 6:15 pm. They stuck together so they could roast marshmallows. They took pictures of their moments, laughing and enjoying their presence. We knew that we didn’t want to disturb them, so we watched at a distance. We were overjoyed that Taemin managed to finally make friends in the summer camp. He went from a quiet boy to a social butterfly in a matter of couple weeks.

By the time it reached 7:30 pm, everyone started going inside their rooms. It started getting late, so everyone had to go to sleep by 8 pm. Some campers were allowed to stay up until 9 pm since they were old enough. Taemin and his friends laughed so loudly that Jinki had to go inside and remind them that the lights were going to be switched off in 15 minutes. He was smiling for a bit at the door, before closing it behind him.

Soon, the campsite became silent. We could finally go to sleep.

We went back to our rooms in a tired state. We finally made it to the best part of the day, which was sleeping. Jinki was especially pleased that he made it through this day that he fell onto the bed like his legs just gave in right there and then.

Jonghyun followed through with a huge sigh. “Great job, guys!” He clapped his hands, holding both of us in a sort of awkward hug.

“Oi, Jonghyun!” I screamed, hugging him back. We went to have another shower, seeing them lazily washing their hair and helping each other rub their backs before leaving to get changed. I went in afterwards, stripped from top to bottom and stayed there until I felt clean enough to leave.

Upon leaving with just a towel, I saw Jonghyun and Jinki making out on the bed with nothing but their towels around their waists. Their hands were holding each other’s, and they seemed like they were so into it that I assumed that it could escalate to something more.

“Mmm… Jinki, should we do it tonight?” Jonghyun asked as they moved more into the bed.

“Sure… I don’t mind.” They both removed their towels, Jinki jerking Jonghyun off in his soft state. He looked up at me, asking with his eyes if I wanted to join them.

Whilst hesitating, I decided to join the both of them. I gave Jonghyun head, causing him to squirm and have his cock grow slightly. It twitched at my touch, and he would struggle to stay quiet no matter how much he tried.

Jinki went in to try and jerk his cock awake. It happened slowly, but managed to do anything. Jonghyun went in to give Jinki some head, doing a sort of yoga pose with his leg up so I could also give him head.

“Mmm… Y/N… can you put your finger inside of me?” I complied, taking the lube that was on the bed and placing a small portion on my finger. He felt the cold liquid inside of his ass, shivering at the sensation that I was giving him.

“Oh yes… that’s so good…” Jonghyun began to give Jinki a sloppy head, drooling over the fact that I was fingering him well. Selfishly, Jinki pushed his head towards his cock, making him choke for a bit.

He pulled out, feeling his attraction towards me. He went onto my body and made out with me. He slid his hand inside of my pussy, making his way inside of my hole after stimulating my clit for a bit.

He licks my lips passionately while he loosens my hole for him to use. Once I was comfortable, he used his lube-filled cock and placed it inside of me. At the same time, Jinki went in and placed his cock inside of Jonghyun’s ass. Once we were all intact, we started awkwardly moving until we found the motion that best suited us.

“Y-yes… mmm…” Jonghyun moaned, trying to make his way to touch my cervix. He accidentally did it a couple of times, in which each time felt better than the next. Meanwhile, Jinki was going balls deep inside of him. He was already gripping onto him, which meant there was more pleasure for him.

“Oh fuck… Jjongie, you’re so tight…” Jinki felt like he needed to force through him in order to orgasm, causing him to pull out and jerk his way through. Jonghyun pulled out of me so he could cum on his face. It went everywhere! From his face to his body, he was completely filled.

“O-oh my gosh… You came so much!” He chuckled, looking at his body in a mirror, and seeing the white liquid dripping down to his chest.

Jinki went back in to finger me more, making sure nobody got left behind. Jonghyun followed through, kissing my chest and licking my nipples. My entire body was sensitive, begging for more in a way.

“T-this is… more!” I told them, and they delivered. I felt a cock going inside of me before I was able to see Jonghyun and Jinki switching places. Jonghyun was about to cum, so he was going to finish up while Jinki watched.

“I-I’m about to cum…” Jonghyun squirted with one last slam, feeling it going everywhere before pulling out. Everything was spilling onto the bed, and all of us were shameless.

We were finally in the dark, looking at the ceiling as we spoke to each other. We sat in silence, tucking each other into bed and comforting ourselves. We soon fell asleep one by one, feeling each other’s snores every passing minute.

“Goodnight, Y/N…” Jinki kissed me on the forehead, and that was the last thing I heard until I apparently stopped talking too.

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[dibidibifiction]

Hi, fellow Shawols!

I know I haven't posted anything in over a year. I just want to say thank you for the lovely messages and I'm really happy you guys are enjoying my work. It's not perfect, but I'm honored to make some of you happy and give you comfort somehow. I really appreciate you guys.

Also, I'm happy to let you know that I'm currently working on a Taemin series. It's not all finished yet, but I'll be posting by chapter like I've normally done. I hope you'll look forward to it and enjoy it.

Thank you for being here.

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[katrinawritesthings]

OT5; Held Close; PG

ot5 all being wish granters that hang out in the same liminal nonspace to grant their wishes together : ) I've actually had this idea for a long time but I didn't I have a setting for it until I saw this photo card lol

Minho’s wishes come to him slowly, one at a time. He takes his time listening to and granting them as they come. In between wishes, he plays with Jinki's hands, or freestyles quick little rap verses to go with Jinki's singing, or just closes his eyes and rests, snuggled comfortably in Jinki's lap. Jonghyun used to be jealous that all of his wishes don't come down at him at once – Kibum still is – but he gets it now. Him and Kibum work until they're done with their piles; Minho doesn't finish until his shift is over four hours later. Always, he's still getting wishes dropped down onto him by the time Jonghyun is leaving.

Jonghyun appears.

Not suddenly, but not a little bit at a time, either. One moment, he's not there, and then the next moment, he sort of is. Fading in slowly, his outlines steadily growing sharper, and when he finally settles, it's almost like he was never not there at all. 

"Star light star bright, first star I see tonight, star light star bright, first star I see tonight, star light star bright, star light star bright, star light star bright...." he mumbles to himself. He almost hums it, it almost sounds musical as it comes out of him. 

As he comes into being, so too do his surroundings, filling in slowly closer to him and then further out as if reacting to his existence. First a loose wooden rope bridge, floating in mid-air, suspended on nothing. The slats creak and sway underneath his feet, a small gap between every one betraying not a fall, but an endless expanse of nothingness all the same. He walks along it at a leisurely pace, continuing his rhythmic monologue as the bridge stretches and curls out behind him, materializes in front of him.

Stars appear around him, grouped in little clusters, not a single one alone. Jonghyun sees them through sparse, swirling clouds that drift around him and in the distance. Before very long, a small ball of pink light appears from underneath him. It floats through the newly-created atmosphere, meandering its way around until it finds Jonghyun and he plucks it out of the air.

"Star light star bright," it whispers to him. "I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." It whispers its wish to him, asking for courage through the long night. As he holds it in his palm, fuzzy and warm, another wish drifts up to him. He takes a hold of that one too, listening to its incantation and then its request for good luck the next day. Another wish; another incantation; another plea for a loved one to get well soon.

One by one, wish by wish, Jonghyun collects the little floating balls of pink light. He holds them all in his palm, and when that fills up, tucks his arm to his torso so he can start placing them in the little shelf that that creates. One by one, wish by wish, faster and faster, Jonghyun bites his lip as he reaches for each one. It's hard to hold them all, harder still to balance them all, hardest yet to listen to them when they're all speaking to him at once. He leans a little too far reaching for a wish and squeaks in surprise when one falls out of the crook of his elbow. 

Quickly he tries to reach for it to catch it, but when he does, more fall out of his arms. He curses softly, trying to lunge for them, spilling even more, when all of a sudden, there’s another pair of hands helping him gather.

Small, pudgy, gentle, and strong, they sweep up all of the falling wishes and hold them out to Jonghyun. Jonghyun looks up and Jinki is there. Just when Jonghyun needed him. Like he was there the entire time.

Smiling, relieved, Jonghyun says, "thanks, Jinx." Instead of taking the handful of wishes back, he deposits even more into jinki's arms, gratefully unloading onto him. Jinki smiles back, eyes sparkling underneath his wavy bangs. 

"Of course, starshine," he says warmly. Jonghyun bites his lip, turning so he can catch more wishes, pretending that his cheeks aren't suddenly as pink as they are.

Jinki doesn't mention it, thankfully. He does smirk about it, but that's easier to ignore. And, after a few minutes, it's easy to smirk back, to try a little flirting of his own now that Jonghyun's over the initial headrush. That's the thing about Jinki; he's always so so so much, but only at the beginning. Only at first, and then he becomes soft, easy, comfortable, familiar. This is a nightly meeting between the two of them so Jonghyun is used to not always being used to him by now. 

It only takes a couple more minutes for the wishes to start slowing down. The time increases between each one, longer and longer, as more stars appear and less people make wishes to him. Soon, Jonghyun sits down on the wooden bridge, crossing his legs in front of him. He gently drops all of the wishes into his lap, helping Jinki pour his own armload of wishes into the pile. Instead of falling down through the wooden slats between his legs, they float, hovering over the empty space like it's solid ground. He makes sure that he has them all, and that he's comfortable, and then he starts sorting through them. 

He has three categories for wishes: first, the ones that he can grant right now, like luck or reassurance. He does those as he reaches them, pouring his magic into them and pressing them against his chest over his heart so they merge with his body. Second, the ones that will take a little time, a little effort, maybe a little cosmic intervention, like a wish to meet someone specific tomorrow or to have good results on something important. Those wishes, he hands to Jinki, letting him stack them into a soft, fuzzy, warm pyramid on the bridge in front of him.

And third, the wishes that Jonghyun can't grant. Wishes to change the past, wishes for miracles, wishes that he could do in theory but that would take all of his power and leave him with none left for a month's worth of wishes. With those, he holds each one in cupped hands, whispers an apology, seals it was a kiss, and then quickly squishes them between his palms, crushing them into stardust. He blows that into the void too, filling it with the desperate magic of yearning to replace what he takes every time he grants a wish.

He's about halfway through his wishes when Jinki looks up suddenly. His eyes glaze over, stars and cosmos swirling around in them as he steps out of their shared reality for just a moment. Then, all of a sudden, he's back, blinking quickly and shaking his head.

"Excuse me for a minute," he says, placing a final wish onto his pyramid and standing up. He dusts off his jeans, then takes a few steps back. Jonghyun nods his head, not looking up from his work. Must be almost time.

Within a moment, it happens: Kibum appears. Not slowly, like Jonghyun; suddenly, instantly, on the exact second. He pops in hard, shaking the wooden bridge as he stumbles until he falls right into Jinki's waiting arms. It seems like he barely notices Jinki, though; he's holding onto his head, pressing his palms into his ears, tangling his fingers into his hair and pulling, his face scrunched up in pain. A cascade of light green wishes descends on top of him, pulling themselves from the void and landing on him, tumbling over his hair and shoulders to puddle around his feet.

For one whole entire minute, for 60 long, dragging seconds, Jinki holds Kibum. Jinki holds Kibum up on his feet, rocks him back and forth gently, runs his fingers through his hair. He stays quiet, but Jonghyun knows that his lips brush Kibum's fingers over his ear, pressing soft, unspoken words of comfort against them.

And then, all at once, the minute is over. The wishes stop. The last one bounces off of Kibum's shoulder and tumbles over all of the other ones until it rolls to a stop by Jinki's right foot.

Kibum stays in Jinki's arms. Shaking, trembling, breathing. Slowly, his arms lower from covering his ears to holding Jinki around the neck. He presses his forehead to Jinki's shoulder.

"You okay?" Jinki asks then, soothing and quiet. Kibum takes another couple of moments to gather himself.

"I sure am something." He finally pushes himself away from Jinki, shaking his head and blinking his eyes open. Over Jinki's shoulder, Jonghyun glances up and watches Kibum, smirking. Just like every night, Kibum looks at Jinki, swallows hard, and puts his face into his hands. And just like every night, he quickly puts a hand on Jinki's cheek and turns him away, like pushing Jinki out of his direct line of sight will make him less flustered. He should know by now that it doesn't work.

All at once, like his wishes, Kibum drops down. He sits himself down right in the middle of the pile, legs sprawled out and hands flopped down between his lap. He blows a puff of air through his lips, looking at all of the fuzzy light green balls of light around him. Jonghyun catches his eye, raises one eyebrow; Kibum flips him off.

"You couldn't conjure up somewhere more comfortable to land on?” He grumbles as he does it, sticking his fingers through the empty spaces in the wooden bridge. "Hey babe," he adds after. Jonghyun smiles, flattered by the gesture and the greeting.

"Hey," he says back, ignoring the judgment of this little space that he's created.

"Like for horses," Jinki hums, sitting down comfortably between them with his legs straight in front of him. 

Both Jonghyun and Kibum roll their eyes and get back to their work. Jinki takes no offense. Instead, he starts singing, a soft, quiet little lullaby. Serenely, languidly, from the top of his head, improvised and fun. Sometimes it's more humming than words, and sometimes the words are spoken in a language derived from the same unfathomable energy that comes from his eyes, but neither of them mind. They enjoy it as something that they know Jinki loves to do, and they enjoy it as a backdrop to their wish sorting.

Kibum has a similar system to Jonghyun, but while Jonghyun works as he goes, Kibum sorts all of his wishes into three piles before he starts granting any of them. Easy, hard, and ungrantable. His last category is relatively much larger than Jonghyun's because so many of his wishers misjudge the amount of time in a minute and their wishes get cut off halfway through when the time turns from 11:11 to 11:12. 

Even so, it takes him so long to listen to all of them that he's still not done when Jinki, eyes glazed over again, murmurs "midnight."

And just like that, Minho starts fading in. Not like Jonghyun, slow and steady, or like Kibum, sudden and punctual. He fuzzes in and out, blurry one moment and solid the next. It takes him a long time to take full, corporeal form, like he's just drifting in, never entirely all the way here or all the way not. But when he does finally arrive with warmth and weight to him, he's lying down and his head is in Jinki's lap. His long body stretches out in front of them, one leg bent at the knee, the other dangling off of the edge of the bridge.

"Good morning," Jinki tells him cutely, rubbing his shoulders.

“Mmm, good night," Minho mumbles back. He smiles at Jinki, little and sleepy, his eyes sparkling behind hooded lids. He yawns, and as he does, a fuzzy lavender wish descends gently down on top of him. He catches it, brings it to his ear, and listens to its whisper. Then he pushes it inside of himself to be granted.

Minho stretches his arms far above his head, then lowers them down on either side of him, reaching for Jonghyun and Kibum. Kibum holds his hand, tangling their fingers together, and continues his wish sorting without looking up. Jonghyun grabs the hand offered to him, brings it to his mouth, and says, “ang!” playfully, pretending to bite his fingers off with a loud snap of his teeth. Then he kisses the back of it and lets it go. "Hello, tall one," he says.

"Hello, tiny one," Minho smirks. He pats the bridge underneath him, points up lazily at it trailing through the starry sky above him. "You come up with this?" He asks. "It's pretty." The compliment comes out as a yawn as another wish floats down to him. He plucks it out of the air and holds it to his ear.

"I did, thank you," Jonghyun says, proud. He flicks his eyes over to Kibum. "Nice to know someone appreciates my efforts around here." Kibum, still not looking up from his work, flips him off again. He also smiles, and Jonghyun smiles back.

Minho chuckles as he crushes the wish and blows the particles out into the void. As always, his laugh is quiet, sleepy, deep, warm. Jonghyun knows what he sounds like when he's wide awake and peppy, not in a state of constantly falling asleep like all of his wishers. When Minho isn't on duty, his laugh is loud and high-pitched, a jolt of energy to everyone around. Jonghyun likes his soft little chuckles more, though. No one else gets those. No one but their tiny little group of granters.

Minho’s wishes come to him slowly, one at a time. He takes his time listening to and granting them as they come. In between wishes, he plays with Jinki's hands, or freestyles quick little rap verses to go with Jinki's singing, or just closes his eyes and rests, snuggled comfortably in Jinki's lap. Jonghyun used to be jealous that all of his wishes don't come down at him at once – Kibum still is – but he gets it now. Him and Kibum work until they're done with their piles; Minho doesn't finish until his shift is over four hours later. Always, he's still getting wishes dropped down onto him by the time Jonghyun is leaving. 

Slowly, the three of them make their way through their work. Kibum finishes sorting his wishes and starts crushing each ungrantable one after the other so soon he's sitting in a cloud of green dust. Jonghyun finishes up with his smaller wishes and starts working on his big wishes, listening again to each one and putting all of his focus and thought into granting them. Every so often, Minho will say a wish of his out loud, asking for advice. Usually it's Jinki that answers, but Jonghyun or Kibum will throw in their opinion every now and again. 

They ease into the comfortable familiarity of it all. It's like this every night. Just the four of them, quietly doing their own work, but together. Simpe, cozy. Relaxing. Calm. Nothing to interrupt their focus, except on the rare occasions when – 

"Wait." Jinki snaps his head up suddenly, interrupting himself mid hum. His eyes glaze with the entirety of the cosmos for just a second before he curses, "fuck, wait. Fuck, shit. Excuse me, baby, fuck." He scrambles to get out from underneath Minho without jostling him. Staggering to his feet, he shakes his head, looks up at the endless expanse above them, and starts jogging down the bridge, away from Jonghyun, behind Kibum, cursing under his breath the entire time.

Jonghyun watches him go and feels excitement fill him up like he's a balloon, inflating his chest, pushing up his cheeks, brightening his smile. He knows exactly what that means. 

Kibum knows too, and it's like he's a direct opposite to Jonghyun: he deflates, rolling his eyes, scowling.

"Oh, great," both of them say in two very different tones. Minho grunts an incoherent noise back, trying to get comfortable again after the sudden loss of his pillow. Jinki keeps jogging, and then running, and then sprinting, the bridge materializing under his feet with each step, glancing over his shoulder, holding his arms out, and is just in the exact perfect spot to catch Taemin when he hurtles out of the sky. 

Taemin comes in with a shout of laughter, clinging around Jinki's neck with his arms and scrambling to get his legs around his waist as Jinki staggers, spins, struggles to hold his weight. He's loud, energetic, eye catching and attention holding, his eyes and his smile as bright as a shooting star. 

Jinki laughs with him, relief and adrenaline and genuine happiness to see him. Just like he is with the other three. Slowly, Taemin calms down, his forehead pressed to Jinki's. His laughter turns to giggles, turns to chuckles, turns to just a smile.

And then, as if on cue, his wishes follow. They streak through the sky in the same curve and speed that he did, hundreds of fuzzy yellow balls of light like a comet trail directly to him. Taemin barely has time to say, "oh, geez, they're coming," before Jinki is turning them around so his back is to the wishes. Each one bounces weightlessly off of Jinki as Taemin curls into his neck, covering their heads with his little hands.

"You smell good," he says once the wishes let up. 

"Thank you," Jinki replies. His voice is nothing but a smile. He lets Taemin down carefully in the middle of all of his wishes, then lets Taemin walk towards the rest of the group ahead of him.

Taemin walks with a bounce and a groove in his steps, a brightness in his smile that Jonghyun can't help but match. He loves when Taemin joins them. Taemin's wishes follow him, floating behind him like dandelion seeds, and Jinki follows them, gently ushering each one into the air and making sure that none of them get left behind. It's more for Jinki's preference than anything, because the wishes will all wind up where Taemin winds up anyway, made to him as they are. 

When he reaches the group, Taemin stops behind Kibum for just long enough to grab his shoulders and pull him backwards hard enough to make him fall but gently enough that it's a soft landing. Kibum was expecting it; Jonghyun knows that he was, he always is, because Taemin always does it, and Kibum always lets him do it. And always, like every time, Kibum snaps and curses at him anyway, and like every time, Taemin's smile gets even brighter. Taemin breezes right by, his wishes trailing him and getting in Kibum's way as he tries to sit back up. 

Minho lifts his hands up for Taemin to hold when he gets there. Taemin ignores them and bends over so he can poke all over Minho's tummy instead. He takes advantage of Minho's sleepy attitude and easily swats away his hands, continuing to tickle him until he's just about to get actually angry, and then he holds his hands like Minho wanted him to do in the first place. Then Taemin steps over Minho, still not caring that his wishes get in the way of the few lavender ones trying to float down. Jinki, retaking his place underneath Minho's head, guides the yellow wishes out of the way of the lavenders.

Taemin doesn't try anything with Jonghyun. He takes the hand that Jonghyun offers out to him and lets Jonghyun kiss his knuckles, then walks around and sits himself down. Their backs thump together; Taemin's breath oofs out of him. Jonghyun takes the impact with ease, enjoying the warmth of their bodies together, the tickles of Taemin's hair on the back of his neck, the fuzzy playfulness of his wishes as they dance around him. Slowly, taking their time, they all drift by until they're surrounding Taemin once more.

"Hey,” Taemin says finally. He plucks his wishes out of the air one by one, granting or crushing them at random. He's a little stingy with his granting, so it's only periodically that Jonghyun hears the smacking of his lips that means Taemin has popped a wish into his mouth. 

And then it’s the five of them. Quiet, cozy, comfortable. Jinki starts humming again and this time it's a song that Jonghyun knows. He sings along softly, breathily, in between listening to his wishes. Taemin moves back and forth against him, shoulders grooving to the tune. 

Kibum, always efficient, finishes first. He pushes his last wish Into the hollow of his throat just above his collarbones and stands up as the green light is still fading underneath his skin. Stretching his arms over his head, he says, "all right. I'll be at the gardens. One of you better come hang out with me when you're done or else I'll be grumpy. Later.” And then he's gone, popping out of their little space just as suddenly as he popped in. 

Jonghyun chuckles to himself. The gardens. Of course that's where he's going. Maybe if it's cloudy he'll go meet up with Kibum for a little bit, but if it's not then he's sure Kibum will invite himself over to his place eventually anyway. He always does. 

"Jinx, can I request a song?" Taemin asks.

"Maybe,” Jinki says without a shred of Defiance in his voice. “Which song?” 

"The one about the friendzone." 

"Play the Field,” Jonghyun translates before Jinki can ask. 

"Play the – that one isn't about the friendzone,” Minho says indignantly. 

"It kind of is," Taemin says. 

"Is not." Jinki is defiant now, pouting with the force of countless galaxies in his eyes. Luckily for Taemin, he's not facing Jinki so he can't see that. Jonghyun can, though, and it makes him feel bad enough that he decides to stay out of the conversation instead of joining it on Taemin's side. 

He just listens instead, enjoying the sounds of their voices mixing together as he focuses on his wishes. He does love listening to their conversations.

Maybe half an hour later, after the argument ends, after Jinki sings the song and a few more, after Minho has started dozing on and off between wishes, Jonghyun finishes granting his last wish of the night. Gently, slowly, he leans forward, away from Taemin, until Taemin realizes and sits up on his own. Distractedly, he reaches behind himself and pats Jonghyun, his hand lingering on his chest and tummy as Jonghyun stands up. His fingers leave trails of yellow dust. "Nighty night," he says. 

“Mmhmm,” Jonghyun hums. "Come over sometime and let me baby you,” he says. It's been too long. Taemin doesn't turn around, but he smiles so big that Jonghyun can see it in his cheeks. 

"Will do,” he says.

Warm in his heart, Jonghyun walks the few steps to Minho and kicks his foot lightly. "You too," he says. "But don't expect me to baby you.” Knowing the pair of them, when Minho comes over all they're going to do is argue for an hour and then cuddle. Minho doesn't open his eyes, or reply out loud. But he does lift the sleepiest thumbs up and smile the tiniest little curve of lips. Which is enough for Jonghyun.

And then Jinki. Jonghyun doesn't ask him to come over; he never does. Jinki is almost always busy and Jonghyun hates to make him feel guilty about it. He just puts his hands on Jinki's shoulders, smiling down at him with all of the fondness in his heart. "Thanks," he says. 

Jinki smiles right back at him, calm, peaceful, comfortable. "Hey,” he says. He blinks once; his brown eyes fill with the entirety of the cosmos. The stars in them shift, change, dim, becoming the void, everything and nothing, drawing Jonghyun in, repelling him away. And then, from the darkness, Jinki’s wishes appear. Each one is a peachy orange and they glow bright enough to cast soft spotlights on Jonghyun’s arms. They float around inside of Jinki, safe and protected, and they disappear one at a time until there's four, and then until there's only a single wish left. Jonghyun doesn't need to ask to know whose it is.

“It’s my pleasure," Jinki says. He blinks again and his eyes return to normal, warm and brown, flecks of gold. 

Jonghyun, warm with affection and gratitude, leans down and brushes a kiss to Jinki's cheek.

[kiestrokes]

Kie, I am in desperate need of some SHINee hard hours 👹 but also soft bc you know I am a soft bby

So what do you think would make the members go feral for you but in like a ✨tender✨ way, and how would that manifest?

SHINee Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours | NSFW

Pairing: SHINee x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, smut. Warnings: Jonghyun is mentioned below, warning to my fellow Shawols who still find it difficult to read or see him.

Sexually Explicit Content: non explicit smut, kissing, biting, marking, fondling.

🗝️ Note: @chans-room I might kick you out of the jaeger (again) for this...esp after you know I was secretly drooling over Minho's tummy in our DM's last night. Nothing is beta read per usual.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Kim Jonghyun We are going to keep Jjong PG-13 out of respect, but Jjong's biggest soft kink is eye contact, add in touching and you've seen how it instantly makes him a magnet to other members and idols. Jonghyun needs to caress and kiss every inch of your body and as soon as its reciprocated, it's like you set him on fire in the best way possible.

Lee Jinki Ohhh Jinki 🫠 hear me out...Jinki's soft kink is laughter. He loves laughing, but a person who is just so willing to laugh too? Oh, he is whipped. It takes you a little while to figure this out, why this man is always attacking you with kisses in the middle of your giggles and smiles. Jinki is soft and romantic, intimacy with him is slow and sustained. He's holding off his orgasms for an hour, working you slowly through several first.

Choi Minho MinhoeMinhoeMinhoe. The way to this man is through his stomach. You make him a feast and he's immediately taking you to bed afterwards. Where you can’t stop yourself from kissing a nipping at his swollen belly. His abs still faintly outlined underneath the stretch of his stomach. He has the softest, most supple skin from his strict skincare and grooming schedule. Fed Minho is a little slower about things, he's going to take his time. Making everything all that much more intense. Not as drawn out as Jinki, Minho is sensual and you're both coming in no time.

Kim Kibum Can I do this? Yes...okay. He might be the hardest to configure when it comes to soft kinks, I think Kibum really loves receiving gifts. Especially if he doesn't have to tell you himself. I can just imagine it's a random Tuesday morning and you picked up something he had been eyeing a couple weeks ago (you also feed the dogs because Kibum cannot stand the smell of their food). He gasps, clutching the item and then clutching you. Peppering you with kisses between his praise. He is quick to reciprocate in working your body to a quick orgasm with that talented mouth and pretty hands.

Lee Taemin I think for Taemin it is honestly anyone that can keep up with him dancing. In the middle of the club, the undulating bodies, the closeness of everything. The minute your hips track with his and you never step on his toes, not even once 👀 Taemin is ready to corral you into a dimly lit corridor. Being intimate with him is not quick, everything is sensual and drawn out mirroring the way that he dances. He takes his time, because there is no need to rush in our little cancer bbys mind. Little touches from his small hands everywhere until you're dragging his pretty lips back to your mouth. Taemin doesn't mind when you take control, but he still has these tendencies (the grip on your waist, on the back of your neck, in his gaze) that let you know he is in mutual control.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

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Taemin: Scored

As requested. Please feel free to send in any requests!

Unbelievable, Taemin thinks to himself as he watches the television screen in front of him.

You had just scored your second goal for your team, putting you in the lead for the final of the Women’s World Cup.

Taemin’s eyes followed you across the screen as your team celebrated you, chanting their country’s name and pointing to your shirt number.

Your goal is replayed several times in slow motion. Taemin bit his bottom lip at the sight of your unbelievably accurate precision as you launched the ball swiftly under the goalie’s legs.

Damn, he searches the screen for your name, she's really thriving now...

Not more than two quick minutes had passed when the fanatic had found your profile again on Instagram, curiously scrolling through your posts one by one.

She even got prettier. How long ago did we break up...?

Taemin was so indulged into your profile that the loud interruption on screen caught him by surprise: the football narrator had announced the end of the game and declared your team as the official winner of this year’s Women’s World Cup.

Damn! Taemin’s attention focused back to the screen, very pleased and shocked at the final results. Two of those goals had been met by you.

Taemin looked back down to his phone screen, an idea sprouting in the back of his mind.

What if... what if I congratulated her?

It's not like she'll read it. But... it doesn't hurt to try, at least.

And so, Taemin decided to DM you for the first time in a long time, congratulating you and your team for your grand final, as well as to praise you highly for your performace.

Once the message was sent, he curiously looked over towards you again through the television screen, wondering....

--

A couple weeks go by, and Taemin had forgotten about his DM altogether. He was sitting in his dressing room as his hairstylist was trimming the ends of his hair for an upcoming photoshoot.

The boy was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when suddenly an unfamiliar Instagram notification popped up.

He had received a new messagae... from you!

[New DM: Thank you for your kind words, Taemin. It's been so long since we've talked... I'm sorry I couldn't answer your message sooner. I've been busy since the final...]

Taemin smiled cheekily, biting his lower lip in wonder. He decided to respond.

[Taemin: That's okay, you should prioritize your career, anyway. Enjoy your win, you really deserve it...]

Your response came in much quicker this time.

[New DM: Thanks, Taemin. I hear you're touring right now, is that true?]

[Taemin: You still keep up with my activities? But yeah, I'm touring right now. About to head to Tokyo next weekend, actually]

[New DM: So I've heard. I was asking because I noticed your Tokyo dates align with my trip to Japan with my team... we're getting invited to interviews all over the world.]

Taemin gasped excitedly, feeling a small yank as his hairstylist re-positioned his head and told him not to move too much.

[Taemin: Oh that's great! If you accepted it, I'd love to invite you to my concert dates in Japan...]

[New DM: I'd wholeheartedly accept that invitation... :)]

And that was that, your first interaction since the breakup had finally happened.

It wasn't that bad. At least we weren't petty about anything...

Taemin couldn't help but smile at the pleasant surprise of texting you again, and how perfect it was that his concert date aligned with your Japan trip.

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Taemin fixes his mic as his team is finishing up their styling, preparing to set the artist off on stage for the long-awaited Tokyo show.

On stage, the lights finally dim and the familiar opening beat of WANT starts blasting throughout the venue.

He's still got it, you think to yourself from the floor seats he'd reserved especially for you. Cameras and eyes from fans were not only on his hot performance, but they were also on you.

[BREAKING: Women's World Cup Champion attends Taemin concert in Tokyo]

Your name was already plastered all over the internet again, this time followed by speculations of you and Taemin possibly getting back together. Some speculated you were still good friends, and you were simply supporting him whilst on your trip to Japan as it aligned perfectly with his show. Others suspected something more.

After the concert, you were privately escorted backstage where you could meet up with the concert artist of the night formally.

I can't believe it. I hope I look okay, you think as a bodyguard made your way to Taemin's dressing room.

When was the last time we even saw each other after our break up...?

You knock lightly at the door, and a couple seconds later a distantly familiar face opens it, smiling.

"Taemin?" you hear yourself say, voice shaking. Am I nervous...?

"It's so good to see you, please come in," he invites you inside. He offers you a few drinks and snacks as well as a seat on a couch.

"It's good to see you, too. You did amazing tonight, Tae," you smiled.

"Me? No, the one whose performance we should be talking about is yours at the final. I haven't stopped talking about it with my friends since that night," he excitedly responds.

"You're just being nice," you laugh.

"I'm being genuine," he smiles again.

I missed your smile, you think.

I missed your voice, he thinks as well.

You spend the next half-hour catching up the way two old friends would, noting that nothing awkward existed between you both since your breakup.

He then invited you for dinner, to which you lovingly accepted. You could feel a long-awaited rekindling friendship sprouting once again after many years of not interacting.

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It was both you and Taemin's last day in Japan, having shared two concert dates in Tokyo and now one in Osaka. You were set to leave for a football interview in Rome in two days, and Taemin was set to prepare for his next concert all the way in Beijing.

"Taemin," you begin that night's dinner conversation. It was rather quiet tonight between the two of you, probably because you both knew it'd be the last time you'd see each other, indefinitely.

"Yes?" he looks up from his wine glass.

"I've enjoyed... talking to you again. I've really enjoyed all these days I've spent with you. Thank you for... for being the one to reach out, first."

Taemin smiled, settling his glass down. "I can't thank you enough for the time we've gotten to spend together these last few days. It almost makes me really... upset... that it'll be the last time I see you."

Your eyes move towards the end of the table, noticing his hands fidget with his fork. He used to always fidget when he was nervous.

"What if... this wasn't the last time," you whisper slowly, your eyes searching his.

He looks up curiously, wanting to ask a thousand more questions, though the look in his eyes did it for him.

"I'm saying," you clear your throat again, "what if... there was a second chance?"

"Second chance?"

"Second chance... at us."

The boy's eyes brightened, but he didn't say a word.

You keep a prolonged moment of eye contact for a few seconds before he finally speaks up.

"You're suggesting," he begins, "that if you had a second chance to start over... you'd take it?"

You smile awkwardly, nodding in assurance.

"I think I would," you say.

He scoffs, but not in a rude way. More of like, in an I can't believe what I'm hearing sort of way.

"I think," he whispers quietly, "I would, too."

He smiles at you, reaching his hand across the table to take yours. You intertwine your fingers around his, feeling more secure in your decision of dating Taemin again this time than you had felt the last time.

Maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time it'll last... way more than just a year. Just as long as we find appropriate time to set aside for us and prioritize our relationship healthily, everything's going to be okay.

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JONGHYUN AS: YOUR BOYFRIEND (FLUFF HC)

*QUICK DISCLAIMER: This is completely based off of just my own personal opinion, if you feel that it’s inaccurate then feel free to give your own and I’ll be happy to take them, I’m always open to constructive criticism and feedback, but I do hope that you enjoy and feel that i hit the nail on the head with at least one of these lol*

Pronouns use: they/them once, but other than that, NONE! :)

SFW FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, it was originally just comfort for myself, but I was like “Why not share it? Maybe others will like it too”

*He loves songs that remind you of each other

-when you play your favorite songs they become his favorites too, there are some songs that you play that at first he doesn’t like, but after a while he begins to love them and if it plays on the radio then instead of skipping it, he’ll listen to the whole thing and think of you

-is the type to cry when listening to a song that reminds him of you when he's been away too long (or just in general because he loves you so much)

-made a playlist of songs for you to listen to when he's away, and one for himself to listen to too

-once Minho walked in on him crying to a song and just quietly walked away so he didn't feel embarrassed...the song was 'We Found Love by Rihanna

-it played on the radio in the car and he teared up and asked them to change the song, they were all singing the song but he couldn't stop thinking about you because he missed you so much

-"Y/N likes this song..." "you know, when I met Y/N, this song was playing."

-he’ll listen to them when he’s away to fall asleep and write about how he misses you and can’t wait to see you

*Loves taking pictures of and with you

-he has an album with over 500 pictures of the two of you together and one with over 600 of you

-for your anniversary he included a scapbook of the two of you that was 20 pages long with adorable notes beside all of them, on the back of every page he wrote poems, notes, and quotes to express or just explain his love for you

-his Home Screen is you and when he's asked to explain it he says "It makes me happy to see y/n’s face when I open my phone, y/n kind of like a good luck charm too"

-he swears that pictures of you are beautiful but they could never capture your true beauty because you are just too beautiful, that doesn’t stop him from taking pictures of you at every given moment though

-brags about you all the time and shows pictures of you to whoever he's talking to including you (it's almost like a cat owner showing off their cat)

-"And look at y/n here, isn't y/n so cute? This is y/n sleeping, oh and this is when we went to the movies." "Y/N, look, you remember when you fell asleep in the car."

*Is super sentimental in general

-Jonghyun likes to keep small things from every anniversary, from tickets to flowers and wrappers, he keeps whatever he can

-he saw a hack on TikTok on how to keep flowers forever and now he keeps at least one flower from every anniversary and puts them together in one bouquet

-movies that you watched together before dating are his favorite, to him, it's special because it's what pushes the two of you to date

-certain foods remind him of you too, snacks and drinks, he remembers all of your favorites and all of your least favorites, he'll see someone drinking something you hate and go “Y/N hates that. “Y/N thinks it's gross,"  "Y/N loves that flavor, it’s their favorite."

*There isn’t one show or anime you can watch alone because he saw you watching it once and got interested so now it’s on the list of shows you have to watch with him

-He caught you watching AOT (attack on titan) without him and said that you were betraying him

-Once he walked in while you were watching a movie before he was getting ready to record, he watched five minutes of it and decided that you couldn’t finish it without him

-“Are you watching it without me?! How could you?!” “Don’t watch the next episode yet, I want to watch it together when I get back home” “Oh! Our show is on! Y/N! Hurry up!”

*He doesn’t mean to but he’ll fall asleep from the sound of your voice

-When he gets back home and it’s late at night, after a long day when he’s in bed he’ll lay next to you and ask you to tell him about your day and even though he really wants to hear it, he’ll fall asleep

-You were telling him about how you went out with a friend and how you saw a poster of him in a cafa while playing in his hair, you should’ve known from the moment his response went from “Really? Then what happened?” To “Mhm…” that he was falling asleep

-He’ll wake up the next day and apologize for falling asleep while you were talking, but you’re used to it and you find it cute so you never get mad

*Is a very extremely good listener

-He always listens to you with such passion, every time you speak he always makes sure to give you his full attention

-He gives you small responses to show that he’s listening and will become fully immersed in the story you are telling him to the point that he show’s genuine excitement or shock from what you say

-“Oh? Really, but what about…” “What?! Really?!” “Go ahead, I’m listening”

-He’ll stop whatever he’s doing to listen to you, and you do the same for him, putting your phone down and turning it off when he gets home so he can tell you about his day, giving him your full undivided attention, and asking him questions, you listen to him just the same as he does you and you always make sure to ask him about his day, even if he’s only been gone for an hour, you always ask and so does he

*Buys you matching outfits and jewelry

-you went to a souvenir shop once in France, and he saw a cute stand making matching bracelets for married couples, you weren't married at the time, but Jonghyun being so in love with matching with you and showing off how much he loves you, wanted to get them so bad that he told the vender that you were engaged

-bought you a shirt with his face on it as a gag joke but wanted you to like it, you told him that you wouldn't wear it because it was too embarrassing but you surprised him by wearing it to bed every night, once Jinki, Minho, Kibum, and Taemin came over early in the morning and saw you still wearing it and teased you about it

-he convinced you to get secret matching tattoos of your birthdays, you got his, and he got yours, both of you got a tiny little heart above the dates and eventually you convinced him to get another one of your anniversary dates, right under the first with a little heart in between

-"We should get matching rings, oh, or matching necklaces." "Look at what I got!" *shows you a matching Halloween costume of Kagome and Inuyashi

*When he can't sleep, neither can you, he'll be damned if you get to sleep without him

-If he stays up late writing then he'll at first tell you that he's fine and tell you to go to bed, you'll go back and forth with the cliche "Are you sure you want me to go to bed?" And he'll respond, "Yes, I'm sure, go ahead." That'll go on for at least a minute before you "Okay if you say so," and start to walk away and that's when he'll decide that he'd rather you stay up with him (you end up falling asleep on him while he's writing, he thinks it's adorable and eventually, he'll carry you back to the bed and fall asleep with you)

*Hates fighting with you and tries to avoid it at all costs, he'd rather be right and wrong than have you being angry at him

-Once you fought over your heels making you taller than him, you tried to explain that it didn't matter, but Jonghyun refused to add you to the list of people taller than him

-he asked you to at least wear shorter ones but you said no, you both got upset and you decided you weren't going to go and went to undress, but of course, Jonghyun wasn't going to let you just go to bed and be upset, so he apologized and said that it didn't matter

-apologizes with kisses, will smoother you and cling to you until you forgive him

-if you ignore him he'll attach himself to you until you talk to him, you ignored him once before bed and he literally clung to you all night and even in the morning until you finally forgave him

-once he even sat on you and didn't move until you spoke to him

-but when he doesn't apologize first and it's just a small playful argument, he gets so dramatic and loud, the passion he has for winning the argument makes you laugh and almost forget that you were fighting

*when he finally gets to go out with you, he loves dancing with you

-is extremely dramatic when a song you both like comes on and will force you to come to dance with him

-"C'mon baby, it's our song!" You already know when you hear that he wants to dance and won't let up until you do

*when he's hanging out with his members, he always brings you along

-they adore you like a younger sibling (no matter your age), they all view you as a younger sibling in law, Jinki, and Minho spoil you, Kibum constantly takes you shopping and even paid for your hair and nails, Taemin also spoils you and even let you meet Kkoongie and Ddaengie

-they are completely used to the PDA and the very extremely cheesy and dramatic moments you both have

-older brother-in-law Shinee who is ready for you two to get married and basically live inside of each other and boyfriend Jonghyun who constantly tells you that he's going to marry you and never let you go (bc ur trapped lol)

*Is very competitive when it comes to games

-game nights go from adorable to a war zone in 0.1 seconds

-flips the game over and yells that you were cheating the whole time, he once wiped the whole board because you were about to win after making him pay almost all of his money and taking his houses (you left him with five dollars and no property), he swore you were cheating and won't play monopoly with you again

-you played piano tap one time on the way to practice with him before, and suddenly it turned into "who could get the highest score" You were both neck in neck, and when he suddenly got a call he literally screamed and almost threw his phone out the window

-rock paper scissors...need I say more? It's like winning one billion dollars for all of them and he's no different

*Always puts your relationship first, he's all about making time for you before and after tours or trips, he hates the idea of not spending as much time with you as possible before leaving for weeks or months at a time

-will plan dates weeks in advance so they don't overlap with comebacks, it seemed like too much to you and like he'd get tired of basically making a schedule for time to spend with you, but he actually enjoys it

-he once planned two full weeks of dates, movie nights, dinners, breakfasts, and night outs before a comeback, he ended up spending so much money and you made him promise not to do it again because he'd probably max out the company card if he did

*Randomly sends heartfelt messages when he gets super romantic and misses you while he's away

-they have to tell Jonghyun often to get off his phone, in between sets he tries to text but he gets so caught up in missing you that he'll miss the director telling them to get back in place

-sends voice memos when he can't text and isn't afraid to admit that he's talking to you, everyone can accurately guess that he's talking to you if he's texting

-he once sent an hour-long voice memo while he was out because he thought about the day you met again and get all soft and happy (he literally had just left and was only an hour away)

-will randomly text you like "My heart is aching for you, plz send me pictures of u now or I'll lose my mind" is super dramatic when he misses you and will swear it's the end of the world if he doesn't get to see you before he leave

*Is just super in love with you in general, he loves you so much and you love him just as much

-at night you do your skincare routine together, you put each other's face masks on and tie each other's hair back

-you race to the shower and have extremely wholesome and peaceful moments where you'll wash his hair, and he'll get that spot on your back that you can't reach

-you've even waxed his legs before, it was a very funny moment, he said that it wouldn't hurt at all and that it would feel like a pinch but of course, it hurt and he screamed so loud one of the neighbors knocked on the door and asked if everything was okay

*he can't sleep without holding you, it's so bad that he even has a tiny spray bottle of your perfume that he sprays on pillows when he leaves

-he thinks you smell amazing, he actually started washing his hair with the same shampoo as you and he even uses your lotion because it smells so nice and reminds him of you throughout the whole day.

In conclusion, Jonghyun is an amazing boyfriend and will absolutely adore you <3

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Broken hearts can heal - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter II - Gifts around the dinner table

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Chapter II - Gifts around the dinner table

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"Helloooo! Look who I brought!" Taemin sang, balancing four wine bottles in his hands, Onew following him shortly behind.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the guy who said he can't come." Minho exclaimed and got up to hug the older. You got up as well, to greet them properly.

"I have so much work to do! But Taemin basically dragged me-" Onew started, before getting interrupted.

"Da-Eun!" Taemin exclaimed and ran to you, hugging you tightly. You got along with him a lot, since he was such a happy, open person. You truly liked him, maybe also because he was the closest to you in age.

"Yah, let me meet her too, will you?" Onew laughed then came over to you with a bouquet of various spring flowers. "I'm Jinki, it's nice to meet you!"

"The pleasure is mine, I'm happy that all of you managed to come today after all."

"Let's sit down." Key instructed everyone.

"Wait, I'm gonna go get a glass for Jinki." You remembered. Since you were about to play host for the whole night, you had to play the part right.

"Wait, I'll go get it. Is Key still keeping them in the top cabinet?" Minho asked you, and as soon as you nodded, he ran to the kitchen. He apparently had other plans in store, seeming to be mindful of you.

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"Okay, okay, let's see. Da-Eun, give us your best, cheesiest pick-up line." Minho laughed, reading the small card in the deck.

You've been playing 1000 questions for a while now, and the boys already managed to down almost 2 bottles of wine.

"Hmmmm, let's see. Let me think." You rubbed your chin with your fingers for a couple of seconds until you remembered what one of your customers told you that made you cringe for the whole day afterwards, partly because of the pick-up line itself, partly because the dude was a creep.

"It's okay, take your time." Kibum nodded empathetically.

"What's on the menu?" You looked at Minho.

"I don't know, what?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Me n U." You winked and smirked, making the boys laugh.

"Y'all she got rizz!" Jinki exclaimed, and Kibum was already wiping tears from the corners of his eyes as Minho burst out into laughter. The joke wasn't that funny, but they were all getting drunk pretty fast, and drunk men are the easiest to amuse.

"Ok, next card, to Jinki: tell us your best joke."

"Hmm, okay. What do clouds wear?"

You smiled and urged him to continue.

"Thunderwear."

"Wow, that was lame." Taemin laughed, soon followed by everyone else.

"Wait, since you're going to have a kid, does that mean that next year you'll compete against Jinki at saying dad jokes?" Minho laughed at Kibum, who burst out laughing again.

"No wayyy!"

"Come on, they're funny!" I playfully slapped Key's leg, who grabbed my hand lovingly and kissed it.

"You're all mean." Jinki pouted. "I have another one! Da-Eun, how do you get if Key disappoints you?"

"I don't know. How?" You chuckled.

"You get Ki-bummed out." He laughed, and this one actually made you snort.

The boys also seemed to find it funny as heck, as Taemin started holding his belly from laughter and Minho was already on the floor, literally, rolling.

"Okay, I know I have the best jokes in the world, but let's take a small break please, I gotta go take a piss." Jinki stood up, and you were thankful since you really wanted to do something before everyone got blackout drunk, and as things seem to go by, it was going to happen sooner rather than later.

You stood up and went to Taemin, tapping him on the shoulder two times and whispering in his ear.

"Can you come with me real quick?"

He nodded and stood up, and you guided him to your bedroom. You were glad Key went to the kitchen to bring some more snacks, and Minho was scrolling on his phone and didn't notice you and Taemin leaving the room.

"What are we doing here?" Taemin smiled excitedly, as it felt like you two were sharing a secret and doing a secret mission.

"Look, there are five small boxes up there, behind those clothes." You opened your wardrobe and pointed to the highest shelf where you hid gifts for the boys. "Can you grab them please?"

"Sure." Taemin smiled and took the boxes with ease, following you back to the living room.

"Where were you?" Jinki asked curiously, and you were glad that everyone was once again seated.

"So, since all of you came here... I have an announcement to make." You grinned and grabbed the first box, giving it to Kibum.

"Don't open that yet." You scolded him as you noticed his fingers already playing with the small ribbon that was holding the box in place, and he just nodded with a small smirk, as if he was caught under the Christmas tree too early in the morning by his parents.

You gave the second box to Onew, you placed the third one on the table, the fourth one went to Minho and Taemin ended up holding the remaining one.

"Okay... you can open them at the same time." You said and kneeled down in front of the table, opening the box you just placed there, as the person who was supposed to do it wasn't present.

Key was the first one to finish opening up his box and pulled out the custom T-Shirt you created from it, reading it out loud.

"You're going to be the most awesome dad. Signed, your future baby boy." He read it out loud, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he started sobbing and stood up to come and hug you.

"We're going to have a boy?!" He cried, and you became emotional and started crying as well, hugging him back as both of you kneeled on the ground.

The rest of the boys pulled out their T-Shirts as well. Onew's read: "Best Uncle #1", Minho's read "Best Uncle #3", and Taemin's read "Best Uncle #4".

"You... you made one... for Jonghyun?" Minho started tearing up as well, his eyes trailing over to the T-shirt you pulled out on the table that read "Best Uncle #2". Of course you couldn't forget someone who was so important to them. Even if he passed away so many years ago and you never got to meet him, Kibum still talked about him fondly, so you felt it was absolutely necessary to include him in this as well.

Minho put down his box on the table and stood up as well, kneeling next to you and hugging you and Key tightly.

The other two boys followed immediately, and came around the three of you, in a group hug.

The gesture made you feel accepted, and you were sure your baby was going to grow up being loved by so many wonderful people, which you were so grateful for.

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You woke up early the next morning due to the terrible nausea that didn't let you sleep, even if you went to bed late.

The boys all got drunk and decided to crash over, so you got out of your bedroom and walked as quietly as possible towards the bathroom, where you managed to throw up every little snack you ate last night.

You were feeling horrible and knew you couldn't go back to sleep, so after finishing throwing up your bowels, you washed up a bit and went to the living room, where you were surprised to see Minho sleeping uncomfortably on the couch. You had two guest bedrooms because you didn't have time to make one of them the nursery yet, so you weren't sure why he was out here.

Still, you didn't want to wake him up. It was barely 9 AM, and they stayed even later than you did. You started grabbing the empty wine glasses on the table with care and then came back to also get the few plates with leftover food.

He was still asleep by the time you finished grabbing what you wanted to clean up, so you carefully closed the kitchen door and poured yourself a glass of grapefruit juice, hoping it's going to help with the horrible nausea.

It didn't.

Still, you got up from the kitchen table and turned on the water, starting to wash the glasses.

You didn't hear the kitchen door open, so you got shocked to see two large hands grabbing the glass and kitchen sponge from your hands.

You turned your head around and saw Minho, who started to push you away from the sink with his body.

"Morning." He said, his voice raspy, and he looked so obviously tired, you felt bad he didn't sleep more.

"Did I wake you up...? Sorry, you should go back to sleep..."

"Let me wash these and sit down." He instructed you, making you frown.

"But-"

"You need to rest too, we've been loud until 5 AM. So please..."

"Okay..." You nodded, and it somehow felt like you were being scolded.

"Pregnant people should rest more than drunk idiots." He concluded, making you laugh.

"Don't be mean, you haven't seen each other in a long time." You smiled. "Should I make you a coffee?" You remembered, and wanted to stand up again before he threw you a killing glance.

"Just sit down, I have two arms and two legs, which I'm very grateful for, and they are great at making coffee. I'll just make one when I finish the dishes."

"You don't have to hand wash them, by the way... you can just put them in the dishwasher..."

"Why haven't you, then?" He laughed.

"It's getting harder to bend down..." You chuckled, looking down lovingly at your cute bump that was starting to get pretty big already.

"Kibum should be doing the washing then." Minho laughed. "I'm gonna scold him for you."

"He usually puts them in the dishwasher."

"He's still lazy. I swear. Whenever I would come visit, I would have to do all sorts of jobs around the house. Laundry, cleaning up tables, washing his dishes, gardening, you name it. I was shocked to see the house so spotless yesterday!"

"Come on, it wasn't that bad when I moved in." You laughed. "It's just that I'm a clean freak and I hate stains..."

"I'm the same! Clean freaks club united!" He laughed and raised a small fist in the air, splashing you a bit with water.

"Oh my god!" You laughed, making him turn around and notice.

"Oops, sorry, sorry!" He laughed as well and gave you a box of tissues to wipe up the bits of water.

"Thanks."

"By the way, Da-Eun..."

"Yes?"

"I really wanted to thank you... for last night. What you did was very thoughtful, and... thank you." He looked straight into your eyes, and you smiled kindly, understanding how much the simple gesture you did meant for him and the other guys.

"I should be the one to thank you for accepting me and for supporting me and Key's relationship... and I hope you'll also... love this baby and be there for him as his uncle..." You let your head down, feeling grateful.

"Of course! I'll be the best uncle. I'll play football with him, sing with him. You can count on me, Da-Eun!" He smiled kindly at you, then continued to wash the dishes.

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Kitty - JongTae Oneshot

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Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: hybrids, cat/human hybrid, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: 2.6k words

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Summary:

Taemin's a jealous kitty and Jonghyun is clueless. Or Jonghyun and Taemin, a human and his hybrid companion, navigate a misunderstanding that leads to jealousy and tension in their relationship. Taemin, a cat hybrid, becomes upset when Jonghyun returns home smelling like another cat, leading to a silent treatment that lasts for four days. Jonghyun, unaware of the reason for Taemin's anger, struggles with the sudden distance between them.

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Kitty

Taemin is mad at Jonghyun. Jonghyun knows this because he’s been refusing to be in the same room as him for four days straight. When Jonghyun goes into the lounge, Taemin leaves the bookshelf and goes into the bathroom to lie on the towel shelf. It’s been like this for four days, and Jonghyun doesn’t even know what he’s done wrong . If he asks (which he has), Taemin just looks at him and strolls away, swaying his tail as he leaves Jonghyun hurt and confused. 

If Taemin would just tell Jonghyun, he’d be able to fix his mistake, but Taemin won’t tell him. On the first day, Jonghyun thought maybe the other just needed some space to be independent or do hybrid things that Jonghyun wouldn’t understand or be able to take part in. But then the second day rolled around, and he still wasn’t talking to him, making him nervous. The third day just made Jonghyun miserable; he missed the hybrid’s presence, and the space on his chest was left cold without his kitty to nuzzle it. And today, the fourth day, Jonghyun’s about to break down; he’s concluded that whatever it is that he’s done to upset Taemin must be a pretty big deal. And when he finds out what it is, he won’t do it again. He’s in hell. He just wants his beautiful hybrid to come and sit on his lap, cuddle him, groom him, or kiss him. 

All Jonghyun can do now is wait it out, wait until he’s loved again. So he tries to do his normal day-to-day activities to take his mind off of his loneliness. He decides to busy himself and dust the bookshelf first to see if maybe Taemin will talk to him, but as soon as he gets there, Taemin is off like a rocket with a low grumble. 

Fine. Whatever. Jonghyun doesn’t deserve this treatment; it’s unfair. It’s cruel, and it’s causing a heavy weight in his chest and an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He begins to take all his books off the shelves, with more brunt than he normally would, and chucks them on the sofa like a stroppy child. He takes his dust mitten and wipes the shelf with vigour, singing a happy song to himself—although he’s the opposite of happy—very quietly because he doesn’t want to disturb Taemin. 

He gets so into his cleaning that he doesn’t even notice the light sounds of tiny paws getting closer and closer to him. Once finished, he turns around to pick up the books, only to find Taemin lying on them. Jonghyun has two questions, how is that comfortable? When did Taemin come in? 

And another because he’s confused, does this mean Taemin is no longer angry at him?

He’ll only find out when he has to move the kitty off the books, but he’s dreading finding out because he doesn’t want Taemin to be angry at him anymore. Quietly, he picks up the books surrounding his kitty and places them back on the shelves, only quietly muttering sad words of despair when he sees some of the corners of the books have been bent and then reprimanding himself for being so careless in his miserable state. But now he’s at an impasse, Taemin is still sleeping. The books that he’s not sleeping on have all been put away. 

A long sigh falls from Jonghyun’s lips as he walks close to the tiny pellet of violence. This could go one of two ways. Taemin could lash out at him, or he could just melt into his arms. He hopes for the latter; he’s doubtful. Carefully, he places both hands on either side of Taemin’s fluffy belly and lifts. 

Taemin’s body curls in on itself, and a loud yowl is belted from the small lungs as Taemin struggles, disorientated and angry. His claws dig into Jonghyun’s arms, scratching him, and then suddenly he stops. His bright green eyes focus on Jonghyun, and Jonghyun has to try his best to put a smile on his face. It’s a real one; it might look awkward, but the situation is awkward. Taemin’s lying in his hands, limp, with his warm belly—the warm belly Jonghyun hasn’t been able to touch in days, his claws still in Jonghyun’s forearm, and Taemin hasn’t looked him in the eyes in days either. 

Jonghyun waits. He waits to see what Taemin is going to do next, and quite frankly, he is shitting it; he wants this one-sided argument to be over. Or at least for him to be told what he’s done wrong. 

Taemin rolls again, using his claws in Jonghyun’s forearms to pull himself up to a stable hold, and then he bites into Jonghyun’s bicep, not hard, not breaking the skin; it's not angry or malicious either. Jonghyun can tell what this is. It’s what Taemin has told him about many times, shown him many times; it's a love bite. Once the other unlatches his teeth, he slips out of Jonghyun’s grip onto the floor and looks up at him with his big eyes and tail swaying from side to side. Jonghyun knows what he’s saying. Hurry up . But Jonghyun doesn’t know what Taemin wants him to hurry up with or what Taemin wants him to do. So he just stands there for a second, dumbfounded and shocked, and a little bit emotional as well, but he won’t admit that. He stands there and stares until Taemin starts grooming himself. He’s growing impatient; that’s what that tells Jonghyun. He doesn’t want to do the wrong thing; he turns to get the books and looks over to see Taemin still sitting there, waiting for him. With haste, he puts all the books away and then sees Taemin walking away. He follows like a lost puppy.  

He follows until they end up in the kitchen, where Taemin shifts—the first time Jonghyun has seen him in human form for days—and slides on an oversized jumper that just reaches the middle of his thighs. Jonghyun has missed his long, fluffy auburn hair as well. The moment of Jonghyun taking in Taemin’s beauty is cut short; as quickly as Taemin comes into his sight, he’s gone. Flying out of the room only to come back a minute later after leaving Jonghyun to be dumbfounded again. Jonghyun eyes the hybrid's hand and sees a first aid kit. Immediate panic washes over him as he takes it out of Taemin's hand and checks him all over. Well, he tries. Taemin is extremely ticklish when quick grabby hands touch him, so Jonghyun tries to find the wound on a very wiggly Taemin. He stops and looks at Taemin. “Where are you hurt?” he says, serious tones lacing his voice and a crease in his brow.

Taemin snorts, “I’m not the one that’s got a scratch at the moment.” He says, and then kicks a chair out from the table and says: “Sit.” 

Jonghyun knows better than to protest, so he does as he’s told and sits without hesitation. It does make sense that he’s bleeding. Taemin’s attack was quite vicious, but he was quite abrupt when picking Taemin up in mid-air while he was asleep. Taemin tuts as he lowers himself down to get a better look at the cuts, and then gets to work.

“Taeminie,” Jonghyun says with caution as he uses his free hand to pet Taemin’s hair. 

Taemin only makes a noise, half satisfied and half a reply.

“Will you talk about it now?”

“Jonghyun.” The hybrid says his name exasperatedly.

“Taemin.”

“Fine…”

Jonghyun waits on the edge of his chair while Taemin worries his lip. 

“Well… The other day, when you said you were going to meet Kibum, you came back smelling like another cat. Not like Minho or Jinki. And Minho is a squirrel, and Jinki is a rabbit, so don’t say you smelt like either of them. I can tell the difference!” The hybrid finished with a stubborn tilt of his jaw and a huff, moving his hair out of his eyes.

Jonghyun almost laughs. Almost. This situation could have been so easily fixed if Taemin had said this from the start. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and starts by saying, “Taemin.” Another deep breath. “Kibum adopted a new hybrid.”

Taemin’s face scrunches up, and his tail whips from side to side, hitting the kitchen floor harshly. “You didn’t tell me. Kibum didn’t tell me, nor did Jinki or Minho. Why was I left out?” 

“I did tell you—”

“No, you didn’t!” Taemin reprimands Jonghyun, cutting him off.

“Taemin, I did .”

“When?”

“When you were rearranging the books around your cosy space on the bookshelf because you said the book covers annoy you now and you want to change it up,” Jonghyun explains, feeling on edge for being accused of not doing something he most definitely did.

The look Taemin gives Jonghyun tells him he’s being stupid.

“I was focused! You know not to tell me important stuff when I’m rearranging my cosy places!” 

That’s true… But the point is that Jonghyun did tell Taemin; he also knows there’s no point in arguing with the hybrid because he’s ready for this to be over and he’s missed talking to him. However, Taemin’s reaction also tells Jonghyun that there is no room for another hybrid in his apartment . The thought of getting another hybrid has been floating around his mind; he’s been worried that Taemin gets lonely during the day when he’s at work. Also, Kibum has suggested it more than once. Kibum has three hybrids now; they’re all really happy. Jonghyun has thought more and more about getting another hybrid, especially recently. Especially seeing how much Jinki loves Minho, and whenever Taemin and him go to Kibum's, Taemin always has so much fun. Actually, Jonghyun has been feeling guilty for not getting another hybrid to keep Taemin company. 

But Taemin’s jealousy points in the opposite direction of getting another hybrid. With Taemin being only twenty-three Jonghyun should expect jealous behaviour. After all, cat hybrids age slower; he’s practically still a kitten. He’s still not over the teenage territorial stage. And that’s fine. Getting another hybrid was only for Taemin’s happiness, and Taemin seems fulfilled by seeing Jinki and Minho every fortnight.

“I know. I’m sorry, Taeminie.”

“You’re done.”

“What?”

Taemin gets off his knees and looks at Jonghyun, confused, as he picks up the wrappers from the first aid kit and walks them to the bin. Jonghyun eventually catches on. He smiles at Taemin and whispers a small thank you, and Taemin shrugs, humming as he walks out of the room, leaving Jonghyun alone again. At least the issue has been sorted out. 

At least now, when Jonghyun walks into the living room, Taemin doesn’t leave. Instead, Taemin smiles at him from the sofa and pats the space next to his head, inviting Jonghyun. This is the best. Jonghyun gets the best feeling in his stomach, all bubbly and soft, as he sits next to his hybrid, and they rest their head on his lap. Taemin looks so small and cute like this; a pretty face, adorable fluffy ears, a beautiful nose, and soft lips. Jonghyun’s hand finds its way to Taemin’s long hair and starts carding his fingers through slowly, taking his time from the scalp to the sparser, frizzier ends. Taemin doesn’t want to cut the ends because he’s been growing them since he was a kitten. He prides himself on his long hair, and Jonghyun thinks it's cute. Jonghyun understands, though; he knows how he can get with things he’s treasured for a long time. And it’s not like Taemin’s hair is dead. Well, just a little, but the point is that it’s not bad. It’s still shiny and loved, so that’s all that matters.

Taemin lays still for a while, only quiet purs coming from him while looking deep in thought, until he says, “What’s their name?”

Jonghyun continues to pet Taemin’s hair. He’s just happy at the moment, not really thinking about anything. “Who’s name?”

“The new hybrid.” Taemin softly says this as he brings his tail into his lap and strokes it rather quickly.

“Ten, his name is Ten.”

“Ten must’ve liked you a lot.” 

Some may say jealousy is an ugly trait; Jonghyun thinks it's pretty on Taemin. He knows he should talk to Taemin about how he’s allowed to interact with other hybrids, and the other shouldn’t get jealous because, at the end of the day, Jonghyun is always going to come home to Taemin; he’s always going to love Taemin. But instead of giving a serious talk, he opts for scratching behind Taemin’s ear and smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

“Ten was very excited. You’d like him, and I bet you’d enjoy playing with him as well. He’s the same size as you, so you can play more roughly than you do with Jinki and Minho. Kibumie is already talking about you two meeting.” Jonghyun explains hoping that Taemin would like to meet the new addition to Kibum’s family.

Taemin’s eyebrows furrow, and he bites his lip. “Is he pretty?”

Jonghyun laughs because that’s got nothing to do with what he just said.

“Not as pretty as you,” his smile bleeds into his voice, permeating a reassuring tone.

Taemin’s cheeks rise and turn a little pink, his eyes close contently, and he hums, “Good.”

“Huh, what’s good?” Jonghyun asks, leaning over Taemin’s face and sporting a bright smile. His hands have now moved from Taemin’s hair and are resting on either side of Taemin’s face.

"Just, you know... Stuff,” Taemin shrugs.

Jonghyun's heart beats faster as he observes Taemin's adorable display of jealousy. Unable to contain himself any longer, he leans in, his lips gently touching Taemin's. The kiss, is full of a mix of longing and affection. It's the moment Jonghyun’s been waiting for. Waiting for four days. Jonghyun hopes that’s the most reassuring.

As Jonghyun pulls away, he looks into Taemin's eyes, which are now open and reflecting a mix of surprise and contentment. Taemin's lips curl into a small smile, and he lets out a soft sigh, his body relaxing further into Jonghyun's lap. 

"I missed you," Jonghyun whispers, his voice barely above a breath.

Taemin's smile widens, and he nods, "I missed you too."

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, Jonghyun gently stroking Taemin's hair and ears, while Taemin's purrs fill the room. It's a peaceful moment that they both needed after the misunderstanding that caused a rift between them.

After some time, Taemin sits up, his expression turning thoughtful. "Maybe we should go see Kibum and Ten... And the others," he suggests, his voice hesitant but curious.

Jonghyun's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Are you sure? I thought you were worried about—"

"I was," Taemin cuts him off, "but I trust you. And if you say Ten is nice, then I want to meet him. Maybe it'll be fun to have a new friend."

Jonghyun's heart swells with affection for his hybrid, he knows it must’ve been hard to say that. "That sounds like a great idea. I'll call Kibum and set something up."

Taemin nods, a playful glint in his eye. "But you have to promise me one thing."

"Anything," Jonghyun replies without hesitation.

“You have to promise that you'll always come home to me. No matter what."

Jonghyun leans in and kisses Taemin's forehead. "I promise. You're my home, Taeminie. Always."

Taemin's smile is radiant, and he snuggles back into Jonghyun's lap, his purrs louder than before. Jonghyun wraps his arms around Taemin, holding him close.

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