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itstheoneshot · 3 years ago

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Jincenzo

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Summary: Celebrating your engagement with your fiancé could not be anymore exciting, or so you thought.

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Onew x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Violence (Guns - not towards reader), Mafia AU.

You hold your champagne glass up in front of you, clinking it against the one held by your fiancé. The dim lighting of the restaurant is still bright enough to glint off the large diamond rock that adorns your ring finger as you smile at the man in front of you.

“To us,” Jinki hums, “My soon-to-be wife, I love you so.”

You blush a little, totally enthralled and impressed by him, even after being together for almost a year. He was still so mysterious, so captivating, you never knew what to expect from him, every day better than the last.

“To us,” You nod, “My future husband, you complete me.”

As you take a sip of the expensive champagne in your hand, you take a moment to look around you, the restaurant is completely empty apart from a small number of staff. Jinki had reserved the entire place, which was not uncommon for him, but it still confused you a little.

“Why don’t you ever tell me what you do for work?” You ask, “You obviously get paid a lot, Daddy.”

Jinki smiles at you, though before he gets a chance to answer your question, a waiter briskly walks over to your table, leaning in to whisper into Jinki’s ear as he arrives. You watch in confusion as you try to read Jinki’s expression, shifting from contented, to stressed, and he nods as the waiter straightens his back and walks away.

“Sweet kitten, we need to leave, right now.” He instructs as he stands from his chair.

He extends a hand to you, as you slowly move to follow him. You have no idea what is going on, or why the mood has changed completely. Jinki is rushed as he begins to walk you towards the back exit, and you shriek as you hear it.

Gunshots.

The next moments are a blur, you are quickly pulled behind Jinki, and he holds you tight against his back. His other hand reaches inside his jacket, and you can’t believe your eyes as you watch Jinki pull out a gun, shooting in front of him as he steps you both backwards to get out.

You watch two bodies drop to the floor, and hear the gunshots cease, and you are frozen in shock, unable to process anything as Jinki turns to face you, sweeping you off your feet and into his arms to run out to his car.

Jinki pulls the car door open, almost tearing it from the hinges as he throws you inside, climbing in after you and shutting the door just as his driver shifts into gear. You are shaking, confused and terrified as you attempt to process everything that has happened in the last few minutes.

Jinki reaches across to you, wiping blood from your cheek, and you flinch at the contact. Tears beg to fall from your eyes, and you feel a toxic mix of fear, anger and confusion, wondering if you even know this man at all, the man who you said yes to marrying, who you have been with for close to a year now.

“What the fuck was that?” You spit at him, bottom lip trembling as Jinki takes your hand in his own, intertwining your fingers.

“It’s all part of my job, kitten.” Jinki murmurs, his voice is level and calm.

You continue to stare at him, your mind and heart racing at a million miles an hour, you are terrified, you do not want him anywhere near you. You feel sick, knowing that there is smeared blood on your face, the blood of a dead man, or men, you are not sure. All that you know is that your fiancé just shot two men dead, with ease, as he shielded you behind him.

“What the fuck kind of job requires you to kill people?” You laugh, almost maniacally, your anxiety has you in a state of delirium, “Are you in the fucking mafia?”

Jinki reflexively squeezes your hand tighter, only momentarily, as you wince and he quickly releases the pressure.

“I’m more than just in the mafia, kitten,” He tells you, “I’m in charge.”

You feel as if you are drowning, trying to process the terrifying information you have just been given. It makes sense, too much sense, no regular man hides his work like Jinki has, no regular man makes as much money as Jinki so clearly has. You cannot breathe, your anxiety reaching an entire new level as a panic attack overwhelms you completely.

“Baby, it’s okay.” Jinki soothes you, taking your other hand in his, holding them tight as you try to pull them away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You warn him, but no matter how hard you try, he doesn’t let go.

Jinki brings you into his arms as you begin to cry, too weak from the anxiety to even try to fight your way out of it. You don’t want to admit that you find comfort in his embrace, as part of you begs to run, and the rest of you leans into him, not wanting him to let go.

“I’m sorry that I never told you,” Jinki sighs, “I wanted to, I really did, I just never found the right time.”

You fight down your nausea, lifting your head to make eye contact with him. You see anguish in his eyes, guilt and worry for you, and you know instantly that his apology was sincere. You are upset at yourself, for not being able to stay angry at him, for trusting his judgement and for believing his words.

“It— it’s scary, Daddy,” You hiccup, “What if someone tries to hurt me?”

Jinki shakes his head, tucking your hair behind your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Nobody is going to hurt you,” He replies, “Over my dead body.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, not reassuring you the way that he had hoped they would.

“I don’t want you to get hurt either,” You whimper, “Who’s going to take care of me if you get hurt?”

He presses his forehead to yours, staring at you deeply, and you can feel the way in which he is trying to transfer your pain and worry into his own mind, wanting to make you feel better, safe, at home.

“I promise you, I won’t get hurt.” He assures you, “Is tonight not proof of that? I kept you safe, I came out unscathed.”

You nod your head slowly, accepting his truth, you had seen him with the gun, and how quick he was on his feet. It still terrified you, of course it did, but you trust him, wholeheartedly you trust him, with your life, and his own.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks, “We’re almost home, alright?”

You bite your lip as you contemplate, you feel your heartbeat as it slows, breathing Jinki in as your panic attack begins to subside. You sigh in content as Jinki leans in to kiss you, and you are reminded that no matter what, this is where you are meant to be, in his arms, with him always.

“I’m okay, Daddy.” You reply, though you are not sure whether you are telling the truth.

Jinki doesn’t respond to this, instead just guiding you to rest your head on his chest, and you listen to his heartbeat for the next couple of minutes while you wait to arrive at home. You wrap your arms around his waist to stay close to him, still terrified, but slowly beginning to feel better.

“Come, kitten,” Jinki urges you, “Can you walk, or would you like to be carried inside?”

You giggle at the idea, though you shake your head no, “I can walk.” You assure him, as he gets out of the car and brings you out with him.

He holds you close against him as you walk together to the front door, opened for you by your driver before you bid him goodnight. Jinki shuts the door and locks it, before turning to face you and gaze at you lovingly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” He offers, “I’m sorry for everything tonight, our engagement dinner should have been perfect, please let me make it up to you.”

You nod, slipping into an almost childlike headspace, wanting Jinki to care for you, to make you feel safe and warm and happy. You grip tighter to his hands, as he leads you down the hallway to your bathroom.

“I’ll have this taken to the dry cleaners,” Jinki tells you, indicating to the bloodstains on your dress, “I’m sorry, again.”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” You mumble, staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror as Jinki unzips your dress, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Jinki kisses along your neck and across your shoulder, as he reaches forward to pick up a face washer, wetting it under the faucet before he begins to wipe the blood off you. He cleans your chest and your face, and you watch him as if you are in a trance, every movement meticulous and perfect, as if he has done this a thousand times before.

“Shower with me.” Jinki murmurs, dropping the face washer on the floor with your dress before turning to run the water, and making sure it is warm before he undresses himself.

You admire your fiancé, and you follow him into the shower, letting the hot water run over you as Jinki keeps you close to him. You lean up on your toes to kiss him, eyes fluttering shut as he combs his fingers through your hair. You bring your hands up to his cheeks to keep him close to you, grateful for the running water to hide your tears.

“Don’t cry,” Jinki soothes, “Daddy’s got you, always. Do you need a distraction?”

You whimper, nodding pathetically as all you want is for him to take care of you, to take your mind off the traumatic experience that ruined your engagement dinner. You allow him to step you back up against the glass, already arching into his touch, his frame so much larger than yours, you allow him to kiss along your jawline and down your neck as you grip tight to him.

“Please, Daddy,” You whine, hips grinding into him as you spread your legs willingly, “Want you, want you so bad.”

Jinki chuckles as he kisses you, trailing his fingers down your stomach, finding your entrance to breach it with two fingers. You gasp at the sudden stretch, though you know it is only the beginning, so you grip tight to his shoulders as he begins to warm you up.

“That’s better,” He murmurs, “Feels good, doesn’t it, kitten?”

You nod enthusiastically, breathlessly mumbling an almost incoherent yes, daddy as his thumb circles your clit. You hook one leg up over Jinki’s hip, giving him better access to you, the angle hitting different as his fingers work you like magic. You know that he always makes you cum before doing anything else, so you allow him to do exactly that, bringing him closer to you to kiss him again.

Your orgasm creeps up on you so fast, though this is not unexpected, your nails dig into his shoulder blades, as you moan into his mouth, making a mess of his fingers as he works you through your peak.

Your peak barely begins it’s descent as Jinki pulls his fingers from you, moving straight to fucking you with his cock instead. You were not ready for the stretch, crying out loud as Jinki starts fast, though it does not take long for you to adjust, as he fucks you just the way you like it.

“Shit, kitten,” Jinki moans, “So fucking tight.”

You are a mess for him, thighs still shaking from your first orgasm, kissing him as you feel your second orgasm closing in. Jinki feels it too, moaning as you clench to his cock, eyes rolling back in his head as he tries to delay his own peak until you reach yours.

“Cum for me,” He pleads, “Kitten, wanna make you cum again, Daddy’s so close.”

Though you did not really need to be told, as mere moments later you are coming undone for him, silently crying his name as his orgasm follows right behind yours. He holds you close as you ride your highs out together, only slowing down once the sensitivity becomes too much for him.

He kisses you as he pulls out, keeping you steady on your feet as your knees threaten to give way. He chuckles at how fragile you become when he makes you cum so hard, forgetting how terrified you were only an hour ago, now only cock-drunk and in love with your fiancé.

Jinki helps you clean up, before you get out of the shower together, where Jinki wraps a towel around you before drying himself. You follow suit, drying yourself before turning to face him, and leaning up on your toes to kiss him.

“Are you feeling better, my love?” Jinki asks, “I know today must have been really hard.”

You nod at him, feeling assured, safe and loved. You know that the secret he kept from you was big, too big, and you wish that he had told you sooner. You know too, that he had his reasons, and that even now with the secret uncovered, you still trust him wholeheartedly.

“I feel better,” You smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replies easily.

He takes you into his arms, holding you against him, and you know that you are home, where you are meant to be. With your fiancé, your mafia leader fiancé, the strong, brave, incredible Lee Jinki.

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z-exo-l · 2 years ago

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My Top Kpop songs of 2022

So, 2022 was a rough year for me and mine. We survived it, and truly things could have been much worse, but it didn’t make for many happy repeat listens, Kpop wise. It’s a shame, because there were SEVERAL well-deserved solo debuts this year, and I feel like I didn’t give a lot of the songs the appreciation they deserve. To be clear, I did enjoy this music, and the year wasn’t wholly without happiness, I just couldn’t muster up as much enthusiasm as normal. But that’s okay, I’m going to desperately hope that 2023 is a better year, for all of us. 🤞🏻

There’s plenty of artist repetition, like always, BUT, this year has the most female entries so far! (Even those are a little repetitious, but I digress!) Let’s begin.

Honorable Mentions

Veil by Lay: Yixing nailing it every time! I didn’t love this song, (an unfortunate trend for Lay songs lately) but I have to mention it, if only for his sheer talent. ♥️ Bite by D.O: I’ve still got to watch this drama, but I’ll take any opportunity to hear Kyungsoo sing! Especially in a spooky, punk r&b style!

Dice by Onew: Even if I didn’t exactly care for how Jinki sang this, the MV is quintessential SHINee, the black and white look was A+, and his dancing was delightful!

Zoom by Jessi: I know who Jessi is, of course, her music just doesn’t really suit me. But this song had me giggling from the lyrics and dancing from the beat. A fun little earworm.

⚠️Good Night by Rolling Quartz: PLEASE check these girls out if you haven’t yet! They’re a kickass girl K-Rock band (their vocalist Jayoung has an outstanding rock voice!) that are hustling their hearts out and not nearly enough people know about them! The only reason this is in honorable mentions is because this is a Dreamcatcher cover.

TOP 20

20. Vision by Dreamcatcher: I appreciate the environmentalism concepts the girls did this year, and to me this track is far superior to Maison.

19. Diamonds Only by WayV: Phantom had some excellent aesthetics, but this groovy B-Side had the best sound on the album.

18. Cursor by Purple Kiss: I’ve grown to appreciate an angsty pop-rock song, and the stripped down instrumental paired very well with PK’s voices. (I’ll miss you Jieun 😢)

17. Don’t Wait by Super Junior: A goofy, happy SuJu track is always welcome. It’s kind of fabulous that one of the silliest groups around is also one of the oldest; and the drag in the mv is just the cherry on top.

16. Bear Hug by Suho: I loved Suho’s powerful vocals here. And like I’ve mentioned, I think his time on stage really helped his stability. Beautiful singing!

15. Summer Rain by Purple Kiss: The vocals of this song are just right for a rainy day, and the melody is very folksy.

14. Traveler by Chen: A gentle, toe-tapping song that was a great addition to Last Scene! His ballads are obviously excellent, but more mid-tempo Jongdae numbers, please. (Bye Babe w/ 10cm was a BOP, mkay?)

13. Fire Flower by Purple Kiss: The rhythm and Eastern influence on this track are very compelling! Unfortunately this song gives me a terrible case of musical amnesia, so even though I like it a lot I always forget how it sounds. 😅

12. Love is Dead by Purple Kiss: A very catchy and almost haunting song; the kind of track I love from PK. And I’ve tried to figure out what era of music this makes me think of, and outside of a sample (I think) all I can come up with is 90′s or 00′s girl group. Works for me!

11. INVU by Taeyeon: The AESTHETICS of this MV!!! It hooked me like you wouldn’t believe, it is GORGEOUS! And musically this is my first Taeyeon song to top Spark! Goddess indeed! 😍

10. Devil by Changmin:

This song is AMAZING! Give this man all the praise and appreciation for putting Gospel and Blues into a KPOP song!! And that’s not even talking about his voice! His voice is so high, but forceful that he’s able to match it pitch for pitch! Criminally underrated!

9. Feedback by Xiumin:

This is a song, like many dance tracks, that absolutely SLAPS when the mood is right! If this came out during the dubstep era, (the very tiny window where I went clubbing) this would’ve been on constant repeat. As it is it’s still a really fun song to bop around to. ☺️

8. Pretty Psycho by Purple Kiss:

Outside of a really niggling, almost distracting Britney Spears sample, this is an awesome song. It’s very dance-able, but still has that signature wickedness that I love about PK. And the vocals menacingly glide over the instrumentals in almost a Eurythmics style. Easily the best track off MemeM!

7. Decanting by Suho:

Mature idols being allowed to sing sbout mature subjects will always get me, and while I compared it Baekhyun’s Drown, Decanting feels like a much slower, more lavish type of seductive sound. You could play this during a rainstorm, or on a commute, or at a café, and by the end you’d feel contented and satisfied. Beautiful guitar, and stupendous vocals. Well done Junmyeon!

6. Hot by Seventeen:

Even though I think the autotune almost teeters into too much, this song is immensely delightful and catchy. You can always count on Seventeen for something fun and happy, and that was something I needed a lot this year. And it was probably the best song released in 2022 that I could just shut my brain off and boogie to.

5. Voyager by Kihyun:

I obviously love rock and kpop, so it was especially exciting to learn that not only was Kihyun having his solo debut, but it was a rock song! This was such a great track; very easy to sing along with, as well as just rock out to around the house. Kihyun has the perfect voice for the genre, and I’m already very excited for his next comeback.

4. Brand New by Xiumin:

I’ll be the first to admit the sample took some getting used to, but once I did, this song was stuck in my head constantly. Even without the sample though, I love Brand New’s retro sound; most people brought up the 90′s, but what came to mind to me were the effects from the late 60′s/early 70′s, which I love, and it’s a great match for Minseok’s voice. Not to mention it has crazy athletic choreo that showcases what a talented dancer he is! It was the perfect debut song for Minseok, and I’m SO proud of him!

3. Mango by Super Junior:

I LOVE this song and I LOVE that it’s from SuJu! This came at a point in the year when I wasn’t enjoying a lot of the releases coming out. But omg, this song! The pre-chorus, the colorful mv, the KRY bridge, the display of experienced talent all around (vocalist Eunhyuk, center Shindong!) Ahh! The song is a gotdang BOP!

2. Love by Monsta X:

I pretty much always give high spots to the songs I can dance to, and on the rare occasions the urge struck me this year, Love was the was the song I was most often shuffling to in my kitchen. It didn’t start out this high on the list, but more and more often I caught myself wanting to play it just to brighten my mood. The chorus is super catchy, but at the same time it’s still laidback and easy to listen to thanks to the instrumental, and Joohoney’s parts make me giggle. A great track if you need a pick-me-up!

1. Hurdle by Suho:

The biggest surprise of 2022! I was so stunned that Suho released a song like this, but the funky pre-chorus had me hooked immediately! Plus for as high register as Suho sings, it works shockingly well against the 80′s pop rock sound. It almost gives Joan Jett with Pink Floyd vibes??? …If those comparisons make any sense! Anyway! Then you throw in an almost wacky, utterly surreal mv, and this track all but demands a revisit. It was one of the only songs this year that had me on first listen, and I’m still not sick of it. I hope the other members follow in your tracks Junmyeon, and dare to be just as experimental, because damn does it pay off!!

So ends the countdown for 2022. Kyungsoo has said that he was recording for his album, Jongin said that he’s deciding on a title track right now, and Chanyeol wants to release a solo album as well. Then Suho declares more than once that there will be an EXO 2023 comeback as soon as Baekhyun is back from the military. …I’ve been an exo-l long enough that I’m handling this with a healthy bit of skepticism, but I’ll hope for at least the exo comeback, and go from there. Who knows, with any luck at all my next top 20 will be chock full of exo songs. :-)

I hope you all had a great, or at least survivable 2022. Happy New Year, and have a great 2023!

#tp #m and kpop #music appreciation #I talk too much #tag later #so behind on posts and drafts but I demanded to at least get this one done damnit!

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katrinawritesthings · 2 years ago

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jinki / jonghyun ; glitter glow ; pg

so like au where Jonghyun is an elf with glittery skin and a little bit of a local celebrity for his music and Jinx is the human doctor mage that stops by his house every night to help him sleep through his insomnia

“I saw some of your show today,” he says. Jonghyun pauses in the middle of reaching down for his hot mug of tea, looking at Jinki over his shoulder. The natural glitter spots on his golden skin glow a little pink, just for a second.

“Did you?” he asks, shyly, curiously, lifting his mug to take a sip.

Fireflies flit around Jinki's head as he makes his way down the cobbled road, his horse leisurely carrying him along. They make a turn off of the main city road and pass by houses and shops, all familiar to him for one reason or another, be it from purchasing supplies or visiting for his own work, until the carefully laid out path transitions into a small dirt dirt road. From there, it's all the way to the end of the fence, another turn, and then one, two, three, four little stone cottages until he reaches Jonghyun.

Windows glowing with light, chimney smoke only visible against the night sky because of how it covers up a wispy trail of stars, and, if Jinki listens hard enough, a soft voice carrying a tune from all the way around the back of the house.

That's where Jinki goes after dismounting from his horse, patting her gently and tethering her to the fence in front of the house. He makes his way along the fence, squeezing himself between it on his right and the neighbors fence on his left, until he gets to the back and finds Jonghyun where he always is. Behind bushes laden with berries and planter boxes growing new crops, sitting on his swinging bench next to the back door, eyes fixed on the stars, Roo curled up in his lap. A steaming mug next to him. Fuzzy pajamas and thick socks on his feet. A sleep mask around his neck. Singing a soft song about nothing. No words even, just emotions.

“Good evening, Jonghyun,” Jinki calls softly. Just loud enough to be heard, for Jonghyun to notice him. When Jonghyun does, he smiles, his pointy elf ears perking up under silver white hair.

“Hi Jinki,” he says. Gently picking up his puppy in one arm, he carries her to the back gate to let Jinki in. For an elf, he's pretty short, so when their eyes meet for just a moment, Jinki only has to look up maybe an inch or two. Close enough to see the golden star-shaped blotch in his left brown iris. Jinki has it memorized but it's always nice to see it in person every night.

“How did you sleep last night?” he asks as he closes the gate behind him. Jonghyun makes a shrugging kind of noise, turning carefully so as to not disturb Roo and walking back to the house.

“Okay,” he says. “I woke up once, but fell asleep pretty quick after.” Jinki hums in affirmation. That's good, then. He's been having a weird week, what with preparing for his show and everything. At least now that that's over he can try to get back into his schedule again.

“Did you?” he asks, shyly, curiously, lifting his mug to take a sip. Jinki nods. Not a whole lot; he was making his rounds around town, doing all of his other house calls, but every time he passed the midtown amphitheater he saw Jonghyun down there, center stage. Singing soft and gentle, rough and aggressive, smooth and seductive. Strumming away at his guitar with just his fingers, no pick. Pouring his soul out into the crowd around him, hoping they would pick it up and use it to better themselves, their lives, at the very least, their moods.

“I did,” Jinki affirms. “You sounded really incredible. I'm actually surprised I didn't run into anyone else around your fence tonight.” Usually in the days following one of Jonghyun's shows, rude and invasive fans like to gather around his house and bother him for more time than he's consented to give them.

“Oh, yeah,” Jonghyun says. He glances to his fence gate as if to make sure it's really deserted before he moves to his back door and opens it, standing aside to let Jinki in. “I finally got some good protection spells that actually work. Anyone that I don't want coming in just, you know, forgets why they came down here in the first place and turns back around.” he sips his tea again as Jinki nods sympathetically. He wants to mention something about it being awful that Jonghyun has to do that, but he's here to be soothing and relieve stress, so he doesn't.

“I'm glad that I'm not in that crowd, then,” is what he says instead, smiling, tilting his head. Jonghyun smiles back, eyes turning into little crescents, as he leans on the door behind him to close it.

“Of course,” he says softly.

They leave the little entrance hallway, heaping coat rack and orderly little piles of shoes, and enter the kitchen. Jonghyun's mom is in there, sat at the table, carving one of her little wooden sculptures under one of her floating balls of magical light. She looks up when they enter, finding Jinki and smiling.

“Hello, doctor,” she says. “Is it bedtime already?” she asks.

“Mmhmm,” Jinki hums. “Same time every night,” he says. “Especially after a big day like this.”

“Yes, yes, did you see him at his show today? My pretty baby?” she asks. Her glitter glows white with pride as she reaches out and pats Jonghyun on the waist. Jonghyun is smiling into his mug as he downs the rest of his tea over the kitchen sink. Jinki can tell. But it's not until Jinki says, “Yes ma'am. He was gorgeous,” and Jonghyun catches his eye that Jonghyun’s glitter lights up pink again. Placing his mug into the sink and filling it up with water, Jonghyun now cradles Roo with both arms. Turning around and bending down, he kisses his mother on the cheek.

“Night Mom,” he says in his softest voice. Looking up, he adds, “Jinki? Come on.”

So Jinki comes on, smiling good night to Jonghyun's mother and following him down a separate hallway to his bedroom.

He's chosen to light his dark pink candles tonight, Jinki notes as they walk in. Two small ones on his dresser, one medium one on the headboard of his bed, all smelling like almost sickly-sweet flowers and soap before it gets wet. As Jonghyun gets into bed, pulling the covers over himself and gently placing Roo on his tummy, Jinki takes it upon himself to put out the two candles on his dresser without having to be asked. When he does it with magic, Jonghyun always says, there isn't any smoke.

When he's done, he walks to Jonghyun's bedside, first putting out the candle on his headboard and then sitting down on the chair next to his pillows. Jonghyun's mother made it especially for him ever since he started making these nightly visits to help Jonghyun sleep. The only light that illuminates the room now comes from the moon shining through the window, the faint orange magical glow that comes from the delicately carved wooden night light on Jonghyun's headboard.

“Comfy?” Jinki asks, reaching down to fix the edge of Jonghyun's blankets. Jonghyun, in his usual sleeping position on his back with one arm raised over his head under his pillow and his other arm bent to rest a hand on Roo's back, nods.

“Thanks for always coming here to do this for me, Jinki,” he says. “I know it's-- more than what you do for most of your other patients.”

“Oh,” Jinki says, because that's all he can think of to say in response to that. Whenever he makes a house call to Jonghyun, everything always feels sleepy and slow, warm and relaxed, and this moment is no different, but still, that felt sudden. Like a sudden thing to just say unprompted. “Well,” he says, “you don't have to mention it. it's not a big deal.” he reaches over to push Jonghyun's bangs out of his eyes, tug gently on the strap of his sleep mask to remind him to pull it up to his forehead.

“If I didn't want to do this, then I wouldn't be here,” he shrugs. It's as simple as that. “I don't charge for my services or anything. I see and treat people because I want to.and different people need different things. What you need is help falling asleep every night, so that's just part of your treatment. It's not special attention or anything.” Just the help that he deserves. That's really all there is to it. He doesn't need any extra thanks for just doing his job the best way he can. He smiles his best reassuring doctor smile, and when Jonghyun’s lips quirk up into a little smile themselves, he feels it in his heart.

“Yeah, well,” Jonghyun says. He one handedly pulls his sleep mask around each ear, letting it rest on top of his bangs. “Thanks. And-- Jinki?”

He says Jinki's name quickly, even more suddenly, eyes big and shiny in the dim light. But he hesitates after that, not saying anything further, biting his lip and looking down. He puts his hand on Roo and pets her gently, looking at her instead of Jinki. “Do you... Would-- would you.”

Jinki has never really seen him like this; hesitant and faltering. Usually he's sleepy and sweet at home, alert and comfortable in Jinki's office, passionate and energetic on stage. He touches Jonghyun's shoulder gently, concerned.

“Yes?” he asks. “You can tell me.” Whatever it is, Jinki won't judge him or anything. He's not that kind of person.

Jonghyun looks at him again, hesitantly, through his lashes. He falters for another few moments, then licks his lips, swallows, takes a deep breath.

Then, his breath seems to catch in his throat. His glitter flashes a pale mint green-- a color Jinki has never seen on him before. He just exhales that breath instead, heavy and long. He shakes his head as it goes, and an embarrassed smile creeps onto his lips.

“It's nothing,” he says. “forget about it.” Jinki doesn't believe him when he says it's nothing, but he does obey him when he says to forget about it. And when Jonghyun adds, “Cast the spell, please?” he obeys that too without hesitation.

“Eyes,” he says, tapping the corner of Jonghyun's left eye, his star blotch eye, with one finger.

“Eyes,” Jonghyun repeats, closing them obediently. His lashes fan out over his cheeks, soft, pretty.

“Breathing,” Jinki instructs, dropping his voice to a low, soothing murmur.

“Breathing,” Jonghyun repeats, the word half a breath itself. He breathes in slow through his nose, slower out through his slightly parted lips. His thumb rubs slowly over Roo’s back as she rises up and down with his breathing. Jinki pushes his own fingers through Jonghyun's hair, petting him gently, slowly, the way he likes, before he takes his own deep breath and starts to sing.

When Jonghyun sings, it's for fun, for entertainment, for passion. When Jinki sings, it's for magic. As he sings, he feels it building up inside of him, starting in his lungs, resonating through his vocal cords. It's just a soft lullaby, a simple one, but one of Jonghyun's favorites. He lets the magic fill him up, just like always, until he can shape it and form it into a sleeping spell and release it as he wishes.

He lets it go mostly through the hand petting through Jonghyun's hair, but lets a little of it hover over the air above him, so even after he leaves the magic will sink down and absorb into him for a little while longer. Not a whole lot; Jonghyun doesn't like to be put out for the whole night. He just likes the help falling asleep. But Jinki knows that as soon as he does fall asleep, Roo likes to get up and go snuggle with his sister or his mom instead, and oftentimes, her getting off of him wakes him up again. Jinki leaves just enough magic over him to keep him asleep until after that happens.

By the time he finishes his lullaby, Jonghyun is asleep. Jinki can tell by the little things: his thumb has stopped moving on Roo’s back, his eyelids are relaxed instead of slightly scrunched with the effort of keeping them shut, his mouth closes and his head lolls a little to the side as his breathing evens out through his nose. Jinki smiles, proud, pleased. He pulls Jonghyun's sleep mask down over his eyes for him, gives Roo a soft little pet on her head, and stands up to leave.

The next morning, Jinki is enjoying a nice coffee and donut breakfast at his favorite little bakery in town when he glances up at the jingle of the door opening and finds Jonghyun walking in, arm around his sister's shoulders. Jonghyun glances around the place casually as they walk to the counter and does a double take when he spots Jinki. His glitter flashes red, just for a second, showing his surprise. Jinki smiles and waves, always happy to see him.

Jonghyun waves back, three fingers, smile pulling far more to one side of his face than the other. Then, it's Jinki's turn to be surprised as Jonghyun quickly turns and says something to his sister, kisses her on the cheek, and then turns back and walks up to Jinki's little table.

“Hi Jinki,” he says brightly.

“Morning,” Jinki says back. He's a little confused but mostly just happy that Jonghyun has come over to talk to him. “How did you sleep?” he asks.

“Oh, great, actually, really really well,” Jonghyun smiles. He puts one hand on Jinki's table, the other hand on his hip. His glitter very faintly glows a soft golden, the color it usually is when he's onstage, confident and sure of himself. “And, hey, speaking of last night,” he says. He hesitates, looks down, licks his lips, looks back up. “Remember when-- I kind of wanted to ask you something?” he asks.

“I do,” Jinki says, curious. He thought about it all night, until he went to sleep himself. This seems like a remarkably quick turnaround from “it's nothing, forget it” to “actually, I do want to talk about it.” “Have you decided that it isn't nothing after all?” he asks. Jonghyun's glitter flashes pink, then green again, which Jinki does feel a little guilty about, but before long he's back two glowing golden again.

“I have,” he confirms. “I wanted to-- I want to-- I've been wanting to-- that is to say, I mean. Not, like. If you-- I mean-- gosh.” he covers his eyes with his hand, one of his embarrassed gestures that Jinki has come to grow very fond of. “I had this planned out so much better in my head,” he says, pushing his fingers through his hair instead, smile sheepish. “Last night and this morning. Two different confessions, and now I've messed them both up.”

“Confessions?” Jinki asks, very intrigued. Out of everything that he was thinking, a confession was very low on the list. Not a confession from someone like Jonghyun, someone so confident and flirty and outgoing, someone so attached to his privacy and quiet time and family life. He was expecting a request for therapy. a favor. Maybe permission to refer a friend to Jinki's services. Definitely not a confession. But still, as soon as he asks the question, Jonghyun's eyes go wide, his hand covers his mouth like he didn't mean to actually say the word, his glitter glows the most vibrant and sparkling pink that Jinki has ever seen.

“Um,” he says, muffled behind his hand, and then he just covers his whole face with both hands. “Gosh. Damn it. Whatever. Yes,” he says. He looks up from his hands and his glitter isn't glowing any color anymore, but his face is pouting, a slight puff to his lower lip that is incredibly adorable. “I want to-- Jinki,” he says. He looks down again but only for a second this time before he looks up and takes a step closer. “Would you want to-- maybe sometime-- go on a date with me?” He asks hopefully.

And even though Jinki could already tell that that's what Jonghyun was going to ask him, when he actually does, it still catches him off guard. He doesn't have glitter embedded in his skin, but he can still feel his human cheeks flushing, filling with color. Frick. Still, he manages to keep his cool almost as well as Jonghyun does, smiling a lot wider to cover up his embarrassment and only nervously playing with his fingers under the table.

He hasn't really thought about dating in a while-- he's so busy, and he likes having his own place all to himself. He's not exactly aromantic, but he's not exactly alloromantic, either, so it's never really been high on his list of priorities. and he never really saw Jonghyun as the type to get a crush on anyone. Not when he flirts with everyone but only says I love you to his mom and sister and puppy.

But he can't deny that his nightly visits to spend time with Jonghyun are some of his favorite parts of his days. That he thinks Jonghyun is very attractive, from a personality standpoint and from a face standpoint. Admirable, fun to be around, easy to have a serious conversation with.

And maybe Jonghyun feels the same way. Maybe Jonghyun, at some point, during one of their sleepy nights, started feeling a shift in his emotions. Maybe it was when he started asking Jinki to put out his candles for him. Maybe it was when he told Jinki to start coming around the back of the house instead of knocking on the front door. Maybe it was when his mom carved him that chair. Maybe it was when he got his new protection spells and made sure to include Jinki in the list of people that could pass through them.

Maybe, on their date, Jonghyun will tell him.

#jongyu #jongyhun #jinki #onew #fluff #fanatsy #oneshot #Jinks sings him shine on you send tweet #that was a bad ending but i don't care lmao #i just like them : ) little elsa and little human #elf.#ydw

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sobyrt22 · 4 years ago

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To Jonghyun 🌙

A small collection of my Blue Night memories ✨

I remember setting a daily alarm every single morning to catch your Blue Night Radio. I didn't understand what you talked about but you were always such a source of comfort for me. Just hearing your voice was healing. It was a beautiful way to start my days. I miss it so much...

Afterwards, I would visit fan accounts like @cosmicsticks on twitter that would translate your words. Of course, because everything about you was poetry, I was always so impressed with you and the topics you discussed. Your point of view was always something that left me in awe of you. Always so kind, funny, passionate and loving. It was always the right thing I needed to hear.

I remember hearing Skeleton Flower be revealed for the first time on Blue Night and it taking me way too many seconds to realize it was YOU and not some other artist that sounded a lot like you lol. I didn't often hear you play your own songs so I wasn't expecting to hear one of them, especially one I didn't recognize. I found a soundcloud link that same day because I just had to listen to it again! (and again and again). To this day, Skeleton Flower is still one of my top 3 favorite songs from you 🌸

I remember on June 3rd, 2014, you played Jinki's OST "Moonlight" and at the time I thought "Aww cool! Random, but cool", only to find out 7 days later that on June 3rd, Jinki was having vocal cord surgery and you had played his song in solidarity. And of course tears ensued on my end lol

I remember when it was your last day as dj on Blue Night and it was a viewable radio. Those were always my favorite days. You were getting emotional like was to be expected since Blue Night meant a lot to you. As you were getting choked up, the one and only Choi Minho showed up, as he always did, to surprise you as a parting gift and surprise guest. Of course, your mood went from gloomy to super happy. Again, I cried (I'm good at that OTL).

I remember a lot of things and still not enough. I'm terrified of forgetting even one little detail. I guess I was probably half asleep most of the time though haha. I'm grateful to the shawol community who keeps "Jonghyun on this day" or "Jonghyun/SHINee archive" accounts going.

For shawols, you're our spring, our poet, our artist, our dj, our candle enthusiast, our vocal king, our musician, our Roo fan account, Taemin's fanclub president, our ACE plagarizer, our phone law expert, our internet troll fighter, our colorful Listerine suit guy, our shoe insole unfairness rep, our ambidextrous king, our inter-label collaborator, our tv show host roaster, our twitter guy, our equality activist, our author, our inspiration, our angel, our moon.

I want you to know that I think of you always. Your birth will always be celebrated.

Thank you for all the words you left behind.

"Because of you, my eternity is warm".

Happy birthday Kim Jonghyun 🤍

Reposted from my twitter

#Jonghyun #SHINee #HappyJjongDay #Kim Jonghyun #Blue Night #JjongD #Jjong Day #블링블링_종현아_생일축하해 #Jjong #sobyrt22

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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Second Bias ~ Lee Taemin

“Look at Taemin in this one,” Jinki chuckled, passing you another photo from the album of old memories that you were looking at it with the group. “His fringe covered his eyes in every photo back then.”

Your head shook as Taemin blushed beside you, trying to snatch the photo away from you, but your arm raised it high and out of his way.

“You look so different,” you cooed, pressing your free hand against his blushed cheek, “there’s no surprise that I didn’t really like you back in the day.”

With your words, his brows knitted together, staring across at you whilst the rest of the boys chuckled. “What do you mean you didn’t like me back in the day?”

You bit down on your bottom lip as his eyes looked across at you, silently demanding for some sort of explanation. Taemin knew that you’d been a fan of the group for years but had always presumed that he’d always been your favourite.

“I have to admit, you weren’t my first bias. I actually loved Minho to begin with when I first started following you guys,” you confessed, rolling your eyes as Minho stood up from his chair and wrapped his arms around your frame.

Taemin’s eyes were still fixated on you, still not quite able to believe your confession. It was only when Minho let you go, did he allow himself to relax, but still he was very aware of the two of you beside him.

“I can’t believe I was second best,” Taemin frowned, feeling your hand rest over his in his lap, “I know everyone loves him, but what about me?”

“I’m here with you now,” you smiled, squeezing his hand gently. “This was over a decade ago, you can’t still be hung up over it now. You’re definitely my number one now though, no questions asked.”

The jeering that came from the boys did Taemin’s mood no favours, they loved seeing him pouty, and admittedly, so did you.

“Minho was handsome back in the day,” Kibum quickly pointed out, keen to agitate his best friend further, “it makes a lot of sense.”

Jinki’s head nodded in agreement, “we all used to be second best to Minho, you can hardly blame Y/N for seeing exactly the same as what everyone else saw in him.”

“Am I definitely your favourite now?” He frowned, tossing the photo that you still held onto to the floor, kicking it aside. “And do I look better now than I did in all these photos?”

“You’re my favourite now,” you assured him, “and you definitely look better now then you ever did in those photos, I promise you.”

His eyes looked around at the trio around you both who quickly fell silent, making sure that your response was heard loud and clear.

“And just to be sure, Minho is not your bias anymore? He continued to question.

Your head nodded back at him, “Lee Taemin, you are my SHINee bias, you don’t need to worry about that.”

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Masterlist

#shinee #shinee imagine #taemin #taemin imagine #lee taemin #lee taemin imagine #shinee taemin #shinee drabble #shinee reaction #shinee scenario #taemin drabble #kpop #kpop imagine

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gaykey · 4 years ago

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every time i see a new jinki pic my heart burst from the pure affection 😭 he really is the bestest

oh anon, that's a full on mood.

he really is.

he really is just, sunshine in human form 🥺

#anon #jinki #i love i adore

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dibidibifiction · 4 years ago

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 1

Warning: foul language

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader

Word count: 2k

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

masterlist

Y/N

“What... What’s happening?”

Different voices sound faint in the background. I try to adjust as my sight is still cloudy. I have no idea where I am. I start to fail catching my breath as soon as I realize that I can’t feel my arms when I attempt to feel my head where there’s excruciating pain other than the rest of my body aches all over.

Although everything is dark and blurry, I noticed that I’m sitting down with my knees bent to my face, a cloth smelling of gasoline fumes covers my nose and mouth. I’m in a cramped space that I can hardly move in, some kind of a big container. I look up and I see a small hole with light shining through.

What is going on? I can hear myself breathing rapidly.

Two men appear from above me and grab me forcefully on both of my arms to stand me up as I feel another severe pain. This time it’s somewhere on my hip.

Shit, it hurts! It hurts, it hurts. It fucking hurts!

Still catching up with my breath, my sight is fading black again while I hear drilling and hammering but I can’t tell where it’s coming from. I feel myself being dragged as burns forming on my heels. I start to panic—trying to jerk every part of my body, trying to break free. I’d shout for help but my lips down to my throat are too dry as if frozen.

I must have passed out for a minute because the next thing I know is complete silence and complete darkness. Suddenly, in front of me appears another man with blood all over his hands and a sledgehammer in one. “Stay still,” he says.

I try to scream again and finally, my voice rips out the loudest that I can, “Help!”

“Shh, relax, this is just a-”

“Dream!”

I jolt up. My pores drip with cold sweat and my heart throbs as if to break free from my ribs.

“It was just a dream,” I think out loud.

It’s been over a year since I last dreamt something about what happened when I was thirteen. I don’t even remember what exactly happened anymore. I just remember exactly how it felt, how terrifying it was. How I thought I was going to die. I’m not even sure how I survived, especially my surgeon. I received quite a beating from that event, such as severe bruises and deep cuts all over my body, internal bleeding along my insides. Two rib bones were so complicatedly twisted on my lower right flank that I needed surgery just for the doctors to fix them, which left a big scar down my side. I don’t know what’s worse: remembering how everything happened or remembering how it all felt. The memory of it all, although unclear...

I get freighted by the vibration of my phone against my nightstand. Jinki is calling.

“Lee Jinki, isn’t it too early for a flirtatious phone call? I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh, hey! I didn’t expect you to pick up right away. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just a bad dream. Gonna take a shower. I’m late for-”

“Wait! Stop by for breakfast. It’s on me.”

I roll my eyes and hang up. Jinki and I dated shortly after college for like a week or two so nothing was serious. We’re good friends now but he’s still claiming that there is still some kind of remaining spark between us. It’s getting old so I just always assume he’s joking every time he tells me that.

I decided not to wash my hair and just let it loose since I really am going to be late for work and I hate to bother going out with wet hair. I get dressed, I go for a pastel pink long-sleeved shirt tucked into a pair of high-waisted light blue jeans and my ivory cream high-top Chucks. I don’t bother for any makeup, which rarely happens, and rush out the front door then lock it behind me.

I hop on a cab taking it that there won’t be a bus stopping any second now.

I arrive at Jinki’s café, which is just on the next parallel street of the flower shop and just two neighborhoods away from home, “Hi, I’m here,” I call out even before I spot him.

“Good morning, Y/n!” Jinki greets cheerfully with his usual bright smile. “Wait, I think there’s something different,” he gestures both of his hands on my face.

“Oh, maybe it’s because I haven’t put any makeup-”

“You’re extra beautiful today,” his smile widens, and eyes almost disappear.

“-on,” I grit my teeth at him. “You shut up, Jinki! I’ll see you later,” I walk out the glass doors and nod at the barista as thanks for opening them for me.

I flash all the way to the flower shop that my sock slips off from my heel when I walk in, to already witness an early customer.

“There she is! My favorite employee. Y/n, sweetie, please come and talk to this fine lady right here. She has a lot of questions that are far beyond my energy to handle.”

“Sorry, I’m late, Mr. Lee. And everybody knows I’m your only employee who isn’t your son,” I joke back as Taemin pops in yawning, still in his morning glory.

“And everybody also knows that my son sucks at his job,” Mr. Lee shouts and smacks the back of his son’s head then points to another customer that has just walked in, ordering him to go and entertain.

As I mind my own customer, I catch a small glimpse of the guy Taemin’s talking to, who looks unimpressed. He has dark hair in a layered bowl style with his fringe covering more than half his forehead and would’ve definitely looked cuter if he smiled. They seem to already know each other. Weird thing is I feel like I’ve met him before. Was he in one of my classes in college? Does he go to the same gym class I do?

“For the petunia bouquet, can you add something else so it won’t look so plain?” the nice lady inquires further.

“Absolutely. Maybe I’ll add some purple azaleas or lilies, or maybe both if you’d like. What do you think?”

“Great! I’ll just entrust this on you, dear, okay?”

“No problem,” I assure her, not breaking a smile while I work the cash register for her down payment, I take one more quick look at the guy, who may now think I’m creepy so I’ll stop now. I hand over the receipt to the lady in front of me.

“Thanks! I’ll come back Friday to pick them up,” she announces.

“Thank you for coming in! I’ll make sure to ready your bouquets by then. Have a nice day!” I say, still smiling, opening the door for her to walk out.

As soon as I approach the guys, the other customer, probably coincidentally, is just walking out of the shop. I don’t know about everybody else who’s met him but he seems hostile to me.

And really really familiar. I can’t point my finger at it. “You know him?” I ask Taemin beside me.

“Yeah, we’re in a photography class together,” he tells me. “I tend to talk to him at school but he’s kind of scary.”

“Seems likely.”

“But I like him. I think he’s better once I get to know him.”

I laugh. “Anyway, what time do your classes start this afternoon?”

“2 o’clock.”

“Great. Can you deliver those bouquets due today for me? Please and thank you!” I sweetly ask him, pointing at a big box across the counter.

“Sure thing, Noona. Tell Dad I’ll be home late tonight,” he informs me while grabbing his backpack and the box of deliveries.

“Hot date?” I tease him.

“We’re just friends,” he said with a jokingly evil grin and a wink.

“Hey, Lee Taemin, don’t do anything stupid!”

Just like that, he’s out the door before I even finish my sentence.

Lunchtime is finally here. I’ve been arranging flowers all morning and handling customers whenever somebody comes in. Although I could never complain about my job since this is what I’ve ever wanted growing up.

I was born and raised in a different city where my parents live to this day about a two-hour drive away from here, or three hours if you took the bus since it has a lot of stops and depending on traffic. I moved to this city in my first year of college.

My mom and dad had been tight with me growing up, especially with academics, since they both have families that got master’s degrees and PhDs. At first, I didn’t mind studying hard and graduating with honors because I didn’t really know what I wanted to be in the future at the time. However, the more I aged, the more I realized that I hated studying. I’m not smart enough like my parents and my cousins and they had no idea how hard I must have worked in order for me to please them. I hated the attention whenever I received a first-place certificate or won local quiz bees and academic decathlons because, you know what, none of the trophies and medals I earned made me happy.

When I was kidnapped and held captive in some kind of box for days, all I thought about was flowers. I was missing my mom’s garden at home, and how it smelled in the morning before I went to school. I figured that flowers were all that I drew with crayons in kindergarten. It was the highlight of my days. At the time, in that container, I had foreboded that I was going to die.

Since the universe provided me a second chance to live, that’s when my life began. I did not want to be an academic overachiever, I wanted to have fun. Since then, my parents always scolded me for getting a B or a C, but I didn’t care. At least I never neglected my studies.

The day came when I had to move out to go to college and I couldn’t be more excited. Still without neglecting my academics, I started partying almost every weekend and dated whoever I wanted. Although, I honestly have never been in love before.

The rest is history, I found Mr. Lee’s flower shop. I applied for a job here three years ago, before I graduated.

“Did somebody order lunch?” Jinki walks into the shop. “How’s my love doing?”

“Fine, thank you for asking. And shut up,” I say. “You didn’t have to do this. You already gave me breakfast.”

“Oh, no, I don’t want my girl to starve,” he winks at me.”

“Hey, Lee Jinki! Give me a break, won’t you? I’m not yours.”

“Come on, I’m kidding. It already sank into me that you’re never gonna be mine. Plus, I actually met somebody.”

“No shit, really? Who?” I ask, surprised.

“I’m not gonna tell you now. We just started seeing each other and we’re not exclusive yet. I don’t even know if she likes me.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you moving on. Let me meet her when you’re ready.” I say to him as I pinch his cheek.

“Here we go,” he says after laying out all the food on the counter.

“Looks good, thank you,” I’m always thankful for Jinki. Even though we didn’t work out as romantic partners, I’m glad we’re friends. “Oh, by the way, Kibum is coming into town this Friday.”

“Oh, great. I only got to meet him once before but I think he’s really funny. How long ago was it when he last visited?” he asks while his mouth is full with rice.

“I think it was over a month ago when he told me the news about his engagement.”

“Looks like we have a fun weekend ahead. Although I might not join you the next day since I’m going home to my mom’s.”

“Great! Say hi to her for me.”

Chapter 2

#ktm cimm c1 #ktm cimm #shinee fanfic #shinee fanfiction #shinee fanfics #minho x reader #shinee fluff #shinee smut

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greedy-wolf · 4 years ago

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for the SHINee ask game: 30, 38, 52, 67, 79

♡´･ᴗ･`♡ and thank you for your asks~~

Ok so... I have been having those days where I avoid interacting with anyone on the internet... I forgot I was supposed to do this. 😅

Honestly, I am so incredibly bad with expressing myself in words (I don’t normally think in words at all unless i am thinking exactly of what i’m going to say/write, or thinking over a past conversation), so it always feels incredibly difficult for me to actually describe the thoughts that I have in my head, and to describe them accurately. But i did my best with the questions. 😣

Oh boy, here we go

30. favorite SHINee era ❀: ah this is a difficult question! It’s a tough choice between Misconceptions and Odd, but I think I’m gonna have to go with Odd. 😊

38. members and their personality traits that you like the most ❀: minho - his thoughtfulness, he always takes care of and supports the people around him, i feel like he would be the best friend anyone could have and I also often wish that I could be so nice to others. 😊 kibum - he is quite extroverted and projects a lot of confidence, but the bashfulness he shows when being praised is so incredibly endearing to me. jonghyun - his compassion, he is a soft guy in his heart, and he always tries to relate to and understand people, even those that are quite different form him jinki - he’s incredibly charming somehow, i always feel like he is being sincere in his communication, and i really admire that taemin - how hardworking he is. Sometimes I even worry about this, but honestly his drive and determination will never not be impressive.

52. something that you learned from them ❀: endurance. I am still working on that every day, but I learned that we can adapt and change together with the people we care about, and if we’re actually trying we can become better people for ourselves and others.🧡

67. member that you could talk with all day ❀: Oh gosh... i’m not really a talker, I’m more of a listener... I like to imagine that I could listen to Minho for hours, he could talk about anything that he’s passionate about and I would be totally into it. But since i like to explore random concepts perhaps I could have deep philosophical conversations with Jonghyun about life and humanity until the late hours in the morning.🌒

79. one song that you could listen to forever and never get bored ❀: i don’t think it’s possible to choose just one, cause it really depends on my mood... Hitchhiking is one of those i never skip from my playlists, and if the mood is right then i can listen to 君がいる世界 (the world with you in it/the world where you exist) for like 27 times in a row without getting bored. 🧡

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heechulhamster · 5 years ago

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The Truth You Can’t Hide VI

KIM JUNMYEON (SUHO) x Fem Reader

Chapter 6 [The Truth You Can’t Hide MASTERLIST]

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 ongoing

You did it so well for six years. You’ve hid your son from the biggest threat of his life. But one mishap led to the biggest secret in your life being face to face with the man you’ve kept him away from all these years - his father.

Mafia!AU, Angst.

“What do you want from her?” Junmyeon spoke with a voice full of held back temper.

Yixing’s door was barely even open, he took time in analyzing who was this man who just loudly knocked on his door at nine in the evening.

“Junmyeon?” Yixing asked, as he put on his glasses that hang on the collar of his tank top. Junmyeon didn’t even bother to answer, still standing firm on his ground in the rising atmosphere left hanging by his question. “No bulky bodyguards now?”

Junmyeon was further irked by the chuckle that came out of Yixing’s lips. “I believe I asked a question, Zhang.”

Yixing peeked his head from the doorway into the halls of his apartment floor. And after noticing that there wasn’t anyone to see the two of them, he spoke again. “You should come inside.”

Junmyeon tried to refuse yet he figured out that Yixing wouldn’t answer his question right and upfront, so he welcomed himself inside when the latter stepped away from the doorway. He was barely even five steps in before he spoke again.

“Zhang, what do you want from Y/N?” His voice stern and low, as if trying to assert dominance and power over the other - despite knowing that Yixing himself isn’t one to be threatened.

“Why should I answer your question, Junmyeon? Why are you here in my house at this hour of the night?” Yixing replied, a smirk displayed on his lips taunting Junmyeon even more. Yixing then walked to the small bar of his spacious bachelor’s pad and grabbed the half consumed whiskey and a shot glass. “Would you want a drink?”

“I’m not here to play games with you, Yixing.” Junmyeon took three large steps toward Yixing, his voice few volumes higher. “What are you doing back in my life, what’s your reason? I swear to God if you’re using her as one of your pawns in your game again-”

“In your life, Junmyeon? I’m not meddling with your life. I didn’t even know she was your ex until I dropped her off your house.” Yixing answered with an amused face, obviously entertained with Junmyeon’s display of cluelessness. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, Junmyeon. I have no business to deal with you anymore. The case has long been closed and your father has rested in his peace for a while now, what made you think that this is about you?”

Junmyeon was almost taken aback by Yixing’s upfront expression, no hint of lying nor games evident in his emotions nor the tone of his voice.

“Honestly, Junmyeon. Are you here as the CEO of your business or as a jealous ex-boyfriend?” Yixing asked before he drank down the contents of his shot glass, the way his hands swiftly put it down the granite counter resulted to a sound heard all over the silence of the room.

The question actually put Junmyeon’s mind out of pace, as he felt too transparent to the one he was supposed to intimidate. It was part of Yixing’s job, after all. But was he that obvious? That he was able to extract a question that Junmyeon was asking to himself and was highly in denial of the blaring answer to.

“I figured.” Yixing responded with a short scornful laugh to Junmyeon’s silence.

“You know, on the long expanse of the hearing and all the background checking I did in your whole family, I don’t remember ever seeing a son of yours.” Yixing introduced another topic that’s been bugging him for a while. “And that’s what like, five years ago? How come do you have a son that’s almost 7 years old?”

“It’s none of your business.” Junmyeon replied quickly.

“But it could be, soon.” Yixing answered. A bitter taste filled Junmyeon’s throat and his mood immediately turning sour on Yixing’s implication.

Could he bear another man acting as a second father to Jaejin? He was jealous yet thankful for Jinki being there, but he knew very well that he could’ve been a better father than anyone given that he knew that he had a child. So could he stomach Jaejin growing up with another man?

Could he see you be happy again with someone that’s not him?

“Junmyeon, I’m not after anything malicious nor do I have untoward intentions about Y/N. I like her, I know you’re well aware of how great of a woman she is. It was unexpected for me to find out that she has a child, who you father. But my intentions with her is pure, and you have nothing to worry about. Whether regarding your business, your name, or her feelings.” Yixing patted Junmyeon’s shoulder, an action that shocked the latter.

“That is unless if you want to get back with her, a judgement and a choice that only she could make.”

And Yixing’s last words reverberated in all of the chambers of Junmyeon’s mind all throughout his ride home. Eventually seeping in his consciousness deep enough to keep him awake at night. It got him wondering if there are still the odds of you choosing to get back with Junmyeon again.

He remembers his utmost devastation when you left him, citing the difference in interests and that you grew apart from each other due to spending too much time apart among other reasons. Junmyeon spent weeks, and even months leading to years of blaming himself for losing you. Not knowing your real reasons, he always thought that he should’ve prioritized the guiding light of his life over the corporate interests that he wasn’t fully agreeing on.

Junmyeon just thought that if your real reason for leaving him was finding out about his corrupted double life, did you still love him when you left? And if so, is there any string of such affection left in your heart until now? Did you just try and disregard the weight of being apart with other things, the same way Junmyeon did? He distracted himself with multitudes of work to try and convince himself that he doesn’t wish for you to have not left at all. Junmyeon trained his mind to shut off all the loneliness, the longing, and eventually lock away all the love left for you in the most secluded part of his heart.

But the truth still stands - that love is still there. No matter how many distractions he tries to flood his days with, how much he try and stop himself from feeling anything, he never really tried to move on. And now that you’re back, with a child of his own blood, the love that he tried so hard not to remember now just demands to be felt, yet again.

Your hand was firm and decisive on the pen as you signed along the dotted lines and on your printer name. You’ve made up your mind, and you know very well that this is the right thing to do.

“The process wouldn’t take that long as Jaejin didn’t have a father stated on his birth certificate. It would be easy for us to defend using both of your statements that you two were only apart during the child’s birth.” Atty. Kim reassured as you put down the shiny metal red fountain pen.

“The court wouldn’t be needing a DNA test anymore?” Sehun curiously asked across you, as he sits beside Junmyeon.

“No, as long as Mr. Kim recognizes Jaejin as his son, which he already did in his affidavit, there wouldn’t be any questions. And besides, I believe it would be easy to prove that the two of them were in a relationship by the time Jaejin was conceived.” Junmyeon’s attorney explained once more.

“Another thing, Mr. Kim. I know there’s no immediate need for this, but I suggest that you make revisions in your will and testaments. Probably put Jaejin as your recipient?” The attorney spoke once more, his left hand realigning his glasses on his old eyes.

“No.” You interrupted quickly, shocking the other three in the room. “I believe that we need to discuss about it first, right Junmyeon?” You smiled back at the familiar face across the oakwood table.

“I think the will can follow soon after, I don’t think there’s a need for it anytime soon.” Junmyeon responded to the attorney and smiled reassuringly back to you, indicating that he understood your underlying concern.

“So it’s official.” Junmyeon remarked, a wide and satisfied grin painted on his face as his hand lingered on the papers atop of the table. “By all means, everyone including the law now recognizes my son as, well, my son.” He gave off a nervous yet obviously joyful laugh. And if you look closer in his eyes, you’re sure that he’s close to shedding a tear or two.

“As if anyone would doubt that, the two of you look like the same person in two different times.” Sehun joked as all of you stood up and accompanied the lawyer outside of the library.

“I’ll inform you and Mr. Kim once the papers are official. Thank you.” You shook hands with the tenured lawyer as he made his way down the halls and eventually out of the Kim mansion.

“You look happy.” You said to Junmyeon as you walked side by side towards the living area, the both of you closely followed by Sehun behind you.

“Of course I am. I’ve waited so long for this. Not that a piece of paper matters, but I’m officially his father.” His cheekbones raised as he smiled, a joy that’s more evident in the shine of his eyes.

“You’ve always been his father, Jun. I don’t have the right to take that away from you.” You said reassuringly as you caressed his left arm with your right hand, an action that made him react as if he’s been electrified. “You okay?”

“No, I’m just. I’m just really happy and I think so much energy is in me right now.” He answered with a laugh as he shrugged off. “But thank you, really. For giving me a chance to be in Jaejin’s life.” Junmyeon spoke again, to which you only answered a smile that he quickly understood.

To say that Junmyeon was over the moon since Jaejin recognized him as his father was an understatement. It was evident in all his actions that Junmyeon had a new driving force in living his everyday life. You noticed that his face lit up differently, and he wore a smile every waking day as he makes his way to Jaejin’s room. It has already been a habit of his to wake up earlier and be the one to wake up his son, saying it’s a good way to get Jaejin used of his presence in the younger’s life. As if they’re not inseparable as of the moment.

“Do you have plans for dinner? I was thinking if we could go out with Jaejin?” Junmyeon introduced the topic as you walked along expanse of the living room.

“I actually have plans with Yixing tonight.” You answered rather silently, knowing that there was an ongoing rift between the two.

“He actually wants to meet Jaejin…” You stopped in the middle of your sentence to sense his mood.

“...that is if you don’t mind, of course. I wouldn’t bring Jaejin if it makes you uncomfortable.” You continued as Junmyeon’s face was void of any reaction.

“No, it’s okay. I’m sure Jaejin would want to meet whoever you’re dating. You know, sons get territorial over their moms - usually.” Junmyeon attempted a laugh but it was obviously empty sounding. And you weren’t sure what to feel about it.

“Okay, if you say so.” You said with a smile, searching his face for any second thoughts. But instead, his face melted into a soft warm smile. “I’ll see you later. I left a small present on your office desk, should go check it out later.” And you didn’t even think twice to put an innocent peck on his cheek.

The contact didn’t even last for more than a split second, yet the resurgence of the memory of how soft his cheeks were flooded your senses. How it started like that, chaste kisses on the cheek after he drops you off at your dorm. The quick pecks each time he does a little favor such as opening a stubborn bottle of soda. It was the very same kiss on the peak of his left cheek. And you could tell that he shared the same sentiment in the gloss that formed in his eyes.

“I’ll go ahead, I need to get dressed and prepare Jaejin too.” You said in haste, not wanting to indulge in further nostalgia that flooded the atmosphere. And you were quick on your heels to turn and walk towards your room in the expanse of Junmyeon’s mansion.

Junmyeon was left standing there, with his younger cousin grinning mischievously behind him as he felt the joyously painful flashbacks that his cousin felt. After all, Sehun knows him well.

Sehun was there when Junmyeon was almost passed out drunk at the bar a two months after you left him. It took more than a month for the fact that you left him to sink in Junmyeon’s senses. He flooded himself with work, aided by the fact that his father’s physique has been continuously weakening so he had to be in charge. Sehun saw how Junmyeon busied himself until the wee hours of the night to have no chance of remembering that you’re gone.

Sehun was Junmyeon’s accomplice and removing all traces of your name in the company records - not in result of bitterness but to keep you safe. The company was already in hot waters few months after you left, and Junmyeon needed to make sure that you wouldn’t be involved in any shit that may happen in case they scavenge all existing legalities that the company has.

Sehun knew how much Junmyeon struggled with his loss, and how much he wanted you back - how much he wanted you still.

“What was that, hyung? Don’t tell me you’re letting yourself lose your mother and son to that Chinese bastard?” Sehun tapped the older’s shoulder as he made sure that you faded away in the background, unable to hear his mocking.

“What, who said I’m losing my family to Yixing?” Junmyeon tried to fake arrogance, but his facade was sheer to all senses.

“Why would you just let him meet Jaejin? First you let him date Y/N and now even build a relationship with your child?” Sehun asked in curiosity, knowing that Junmyeon was never one to just give up without putting up a fight.

“What do you expect me to do, boss her around and keep her from doing what she wants to do? Jaejin already knows that I’m his dad, I have nothing to worry about.” Junmyeon answered. But it almost felt like he was convincing himself instead.

“So what, you’ll just settle on this… being friends, or co-parents, whatever pretentious shit you call it with her and just focus on Jaejin?” Sehun advanced to Junmyeon’s front as they walked towards the gardens. “And don’t ever try to tell me that you’re over her because I bet all my car and limbs that you aren’t.”

“No, of course not.” Junmyeon said with a smile. “It’s my duty as Jaejin’s father to try my best to give him a whole, loving family. I know that there’s an expectation in him for us to be the common setup of a family. And I couldn’t let him down, no.”

“Then what are you doing? Why aren’t you doing anything to try and win her back now?”

“She left me for a reason, a strong and compelling reason that I understand. And as much as I don’t want it to, that reason still exists. I don’t deserve her back just yet. If I’m going to try and win her back, I need to be the man she deserves not the Junmyeon she left.” He said with a smile plastered on his face, a peek of hope and wonder if you’ll actually take him back by then.

Sehun just stood beside him as Junmyeon sat on one of the wooden chairs in the grandiose veranda, still struggling to comprehend what the other just implicated.

“Speaking of that, Sehun, I need to talk to your dad.” Junmyeon spoke changing in a more serious and stern tone.

And somehow, Sehun understood how Junmyeon will fix that reason - how he’ll get rid of the illicit business he’s been cursed with.

Jaejin was in Yixing’s hands as you all went down his car, with you carrying the grocery bags filled with food you’re set to cook in his apartment. The both of you opted for a more laid-back date as your son was coming. Yixing also thought it would be a good idea for them to play console in his pad.

“You need help in the bags?” Yixing asked, as Jaejin sat his head on the man’s shoulders whilst he carried the boy effortlessly with one hand.

“No, no. I could manage, you already have my heavy boy.” You joked with a chuckle, as you both entered the elevator to his floor.

Jaejin was quick to power back up once all of you settled inside, energized by the promise of the vivid game of Mario Kart that awaited him at the living room. You’re not sure if he understands who Uncle Yixing really is or his role to your life. But Jaejin, being the polite and courteous kid you raised him to be, was quick to trust anyone you introduce to him with a smile.

“I’ll just prepare the spaghetti okay, dear? Be a good boy here with Uncle Xing and you’ll get a lot of meatballs.” You said, trying to enthuse and calm the child in the new uncharted territory that is Yixing’s apartment

“Yes, mama.” Jaejin answered with his cheeky smile, the very copy of Junmyeon’s grin. And it stirred up a sense of unease in your stomach.

You shot a smile to Yixing’s direction, and he nodded reassuringly. So you stood up and made your way into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The root of the unease was easy to pinpoint, Yixing and Jaejin looked unfitting with each other. Yes, they shared smiles and giggles, but someone already looks perfect when carrying your son. You know that there exists an image so faultless that no “good” or “just right” would compare. Junmyeon’s dynamic with Jaejin, how the way they look is already an affirmation that they have the same blood. And how, despite years of being unaware of each other’s existence, they move the same. There was no denying that Jaejin was Junmyeon’s child.

The savory smell of tomato sauce and meat filled the humble spaces of Yixing’s obviously-bachelor apartment. One of your best, and Jaejin’s undisputed favorite. Which you deliberately chose to prepare in case of the small chance that he’ll show toddler tantrums.

“Because you’re a good handsome boy, you get all the spaghetti you want. Is that good?’ You asked the boy in front of you, his small hands quickly letting go of the Nintendo Switch controller at the sight of the red pasta stuffed bowl in your hands.

“Mama’s spaghetti!” He cheered in the most juvenile of tones.

Catching Yixing’s eyes as he adores the display of innocence in front of him, it made you smile. Yixing has a warm heart and he obviously loves kids. He was sincere in expressing how much he wanted to meet Jaejin, and you’re glad that Junmyeon gave the go signal.

All three of you were covered in laughter and fun as you finished the food as you sat on the carpeted floor. Yixing was feeling comfortable enough in the scenario to unnoticeably hold your hand while Jaejin plays solo on the console. But then you quickly remember that you have a smart and observant 6-year old child in the room.

“Uncle Xing, why are you holding my Mama’s hand?” Jaejin even crossed his arms in a display of displease. And you remember sons’ tendencies to get a little bit territorial with their mothers.

“It’s okay, baby.” You try and calm down your protective boy. “Uncle Xing is mama’s friend.”

“No, but you told me only people who love each other only hold hands.” Jaejin answered with a pout, and now you regret explaining teenagers who held hands in a park back in LA that way.

“Jaejin-ah, you see, Uncle Xing likes your Mama. That’s why I’m holding her hand because I like her.” Yixing tried to explain with a wishfully childlike tone. “One day you’ll understand when you like a girl, you’ll hold her hand too.”

“But, does my Mama like you?” Jaejin cracked the tough question himself, and you feel both eyes on you, vying for your answer.

“Yes, baby, Mama likes Uncle Xing. That’s why I’m letting him hold my hand, it’s okay.” You said with a smile to the both of them.

“But what about Dad? Doesn’t Mama like Dad, too? Aren’t you supposed to love Dada? I want you to love Dada because he loves me too.” Jaejin fired a barrage of questions and demands that are natural to a child, but hard to give for you adults.

Jaejin’s pout grew larger, and his eyes started watering - obviously upset with what he heard. Maybe he had this notion, whether it be from a book or a show that he watched that parents are supposed to love each other. Well, that’s usually the case, but sometimes there are exemptions. And your setup just happened to fall on one of them.

“Jaejin-ah, your Mama loves you, and I’m sure your Dada loves you too. That’s what important right?” Yixing ushered the child onto his lap as he tried to console the disheartened child.

“No… I want Mama to be with Dada. So they can love me.” And that was when the water gates broke and Jaejin started crying, and your heart broke too.

He was so young, so young to experience the heartbreak that is of separated parents. And it broke you even further that you’re the reason of such pain. But then again, your morals redound you to your reasons. And it was better to have Jaejin’s heart broken by the truth rather than live a life that’s trailed to wrongdoings. And the what if’s and maybes started playing in your mind, a broken record that etched its way into the chambers of your mind. Echoing like a ghost that haunted your conscience and your reality.

What if there was a way to not break your child’s heart? What if there’s a possibility of you getting back with Junmyeon after all? What if you and Junmyeon tried?

It took half an hour to calm Jaejin down from his woes. You exchanged worried and apologetic looks from Yixing, as he blamed himself from pulling the trigger to Jaejin’s sadness. But he tried to be as realistic as he could, he knew that keeping the truth from Jaejin would hurt him more in the long run. And it’s a mindset that you understood.

“I’m sorry for that, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” Yixing rubbed his nape in embarrassment.

“No, I understand why you did it. I’m going to have to break it into him one way or another, maybe it was just unexpected for it to go down like this.” You attempted an empty laughter, an attempt of reassurance to the worried man in front of you.

“I hope Junmyeon wouldn’t go ballistic after I made his child cry.” Yixing attempted a joke.

“I’ll be the one to explain it to him.” You smiled, as you caressed Jaejin’s sleeping form on the couch. Facedown as a result of all the energy he spent crying for the past half hour. The thing is Jaejin has always been a well behaved child, so the fact that he showed this demeanor is already indicative of how big of a deal it is to him.

“Speaking of, can I ask you a favor?” You spoke once more to Yixing’s silent figure sitting unusually slouched beside you. Who answered a simple hum in curiosity of the favor you’re asking for.

“Would you mind if I read… the case files? Or hearing transcripts, whichever you still have, from the Kim Shipping Lines case?” You walked on thin ice, not knowing how he’ll see the request as.

“What for?” His forehead creased in confusion.

“Well, I need answers to my questions. The unbiased and unfiltered one, that is. And I know it’s only there where I can get such.” You explained.

Yixing pursed his lips as he thought about the request, before his lips opened again in response. “Sure, let me get it for a while.”

He stood up and went to his room, as you were left there with a sleeping Jaejin, nervous of what to expect in the case files. It could only lead to either of the two things, a retribution for Junmyeon’s name, or dousing more fuel to the fire that caused this mess ever since.

With your bag filled with case files from a five year old case and Jaejin sleeping in your arms, you walk back to the front door. It was promptly opened by the househelp in Junmyeon’s mansion. And you swear you weren’t even five steps in the marble floored house when you heard a commotion seemingly coming from the gardens.

“Ajumma, can you please take Jaejin upstairs? I need to check on what’s happening over there.” You gently and softly transferred Jaejin into one of the househelp’s arms, trying not to ruin the soundness of his sleep.

Quickly making your way to the backyard gardens, you saw a figure that you wish you wouldn’t have ever seen. It just made things worse, even before you had the chance to turn a page in the case files that should’ve been his chance to mend things.

“Junmyeon!” You called out in anger, and all pairs of eyes were suddenly in trained towards you. As Junmyeon, with fury imbedded in his eyes, still held the gun with shaking hands as he pointed it to his own friend Minseok - his face already bloody and bruised.

Junmyeon was delighted to see a photo album on his office desk, it was the small gift you were pertaining to earlier. It was a mix of emotions to see how the past 6 years unfolded for his dear son. Even seeing your pregnancy photos made his regrets and desire to have been there increase tenfold. How he wishes that he felt Jaejin’s tiny little kicks in your tummy while he was still inside. What a dream would it be to have been there, sharing your moment of labour with you. It guts him to think that you had to shoulder all the pain and hardships alone. He should’ve been there, he should’ve been the one to carry that weight - he could’ve been the best father, the best husband.

“Wow, even as a newborn, you could already tell that Jaejin was going to be a good looking guy like you, ain’t it?” Sehun remarked enthusiastically as they flipped to a page that showed the still bloodied and closed eyed newborn baby.

“How do you even see what a newborn would look like?” Minseok joked in return, as he sat on the other side of Junmyeon who’s silently admiring and treasuring the feeling of seeing these for the first time.

“I mean, you could see the nose. And of course those cheeks, you could already see that Jaejin would look like a bunny.” Sehun replied.

They quickly flipped through a few pages, until those of Jaejin’s first birthday was now shown. There weren’t a lot of people, only few of your workmates attended as you were just starting your life in LA.

But one picture caught Junmyeon’s eyes.

He wasn’t expecting any familiar faces in the album, knowing that he doesn’t know a lot of people in LA. But there was an extremely familiar face, holding is then unknown son as the man held a toy in his other hand. You weren’t in the picture, but the background is still that of Jaejin’s first birthday party. Oddly, the stuffed toy was familiar to Junmyeon too. It was because he bought it, for the orphan child Minseok told him he was a benefactor to.

And it was Minseok who carried his child, with a soft and jubilant expression painted on his face.

“Wait, Minseok-hyung, isn’t that you?” Sehun remarked naively. Junmyeon didn’t move, neither did Minseok.

Minseok knew, all this time. He knew that you and Junmyeon had a child, but he never said a word to his closest friend. The friend that he had since high school, the frat brother that he had in college - Minseok chose to be an accomplice in hiding the truth that Junmyeon deserved to know.

“How did you know?” Junmyeon asked, still not facing the man on his right. His tone stern and threatening.

Minseok wasn’t able to form any word, his silence an enough affirmation to Junmyeon that he is, indeed, aware of Jaejin’s existence - not that the picture isn’t enough proof.

“Since when did you know?” Junmyeon repeated, Sehun’s mouth dropped agape in the heightened tension around him.

“I saw her in LA when she was pregnant. She told me the reason why she left, and she asked me to stay silent.” Minseok exhaled and spoke in a calm yet serious tone, standing firm on his ground and reason on why he hid the truth for so long.

“You never planned to tell me?” It came out of Junmyeon’s mouth more of like a growl rather than a form of speech.

“A promise is a promise, Jun.” Minseok remarked.

“You were never going to fucking tell me!?” Junmyeon suddenly stood up, causing the chair behind him to fall down with a loud thud. “You saw how much I fucked up my life after she left, and all this time you knew that I had a child and you never told me?!” Junmyeon’s voice roared through the silence in the garden. Sehun already stood up to try and hold back Junmyeon’s agitation.

“She had a reason.” Minseok tried to stay calm once more.

“You didn’t even think I deserve to explain?! You made me look like a stupid fool all these years acting pointless and in haywire after my life fell into pieces and you’ll still have the guts to show yourself in my house, all these time?” Junmyeon’s anger was translated on the way his voice boomed.

And just when Minseok tried to stand up, Junmyeon’s fist landed a hard punch on his right eye - producing a cut that quickly bled after contact.

“YOU WERE ALMOST LIKE MY BROTHER!” Minseok was forced down to the floor after Junmyeon went for another strike, now on his lip.

“Hyung!” Sehun appealed behind, trying to hold back Junmyeon’s angered physique that wanted to charge again to his old friend.

Junmyeon stood back, and just as Sehun felt almost relieved - he saw Junmyeon ran three big steps to the bodyguard standing near them, pull the gun that sat on the latter’s holster and point it at Minseok.

It all happened in a whim, a few seconds on standstill except for Junmyeon’s shaking hands unable to pull the trigger.

That’s when your voice suddenly echoed from the mansion’s backdoor. “Junmyeon!”

Junmyeon saw the anger, disgust, and disappointment all painted in your face. Your heavy breathing due to shock at the scenario seen before you got Junmyeon’s heart racing, knowing that all you see was him holding a gun against his friend, bruised and bloodied on the floor. He fucked up, again, harder than he ever did before.

You took two deep breaths, trying to recuperate from the impact of the scandalizing image in front of you. “You just proved to me that I’m right. You’re a fucking monster, Kim Junmyeon.”

And for the second time, he felt as if all of the weight in the world dawned on him as you turned your back and walked away from him - again.

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Kingdom Of Jinju - Bonus 2 : The Sparring Gods

Bonus 2 : “The Sparring Gods”

Or how two sleepy parents have to imagine a nice story to explain to their three four old daughter why storms are so loud and scary.

Kibum loves summer. He loves the way everything outside seems to shine with the brightest colours, the way his skin gets kissed by the sun’s warmth all day long. Summer means more trips to the river down the palace to enjoy the cold water, and more breaks spent under the huge weeping willow with his loved ones. There’s nothing wrong with summer, it even brings to his mind a few memories of the strolls he used to take with his sister in their hometown’s streets, running away from the manor’s coldness to embrace what they called real life.

Summer days seem to repeat themselves in this pattern he adores, putting him in a good mood as soon as he wakes up to the rays of sunlight piercing through the curtain of the royal quarters’ window. Minho was always asking for this same curtain to be closed during the night because of his need for enough darkness to sleep ; thus, it’s with great joy that every morning, the Prince leaves the bed to pull the fabric and let the sun bathe his naked body. The rest of the day would find him attend to his duties with a smile enlightening his features more than the sun would ever, while making sure most of the aforesaid duties happen outside.

Nothing was wrong with summer.

Or maybe there was this little, insignificant thing that shook him awake in the middle of the night.

Kibum could still hear the fading sound of thunder as he rubs his eye. The temperature has been particularly heavy that day, so a storm naturally occurs now that the night has come. The heat was still tangible in the quarters, but it rarely bothers the man in his sleep ; unlike the loud noise of the sky.

“The first storm of the season.” A husky voice murmurs, catching his attention and making him raise his head from his pillow to look at the strong body lying next to his.

Minho has never been a heavy sleeper, even less since the assassination attempt that happened a few years before. The Prince smiles, bringing his hand closer to his husband’s sleepy face to caress his cheek while the latter shifts on the mattress to lie on his side, facing the other man.

“Yes, a belated one.” Kibum whispers, running his fingers through his own untied hair to free his face from any will strand. “You can go back to sleep, it’s still early in the night. The storm shouldn’t be long.”

“Hmm… Come here.”

Without opening his eyes, the King stretches his arm to invite his husband, the latter not wasting a single second as he comes closer. Minho’s skin is, as always, deliciously warm and it isn’t even a bother during summer nights. He still smells like soap from the bath he took a few hours before, but Kibum can distinguish the musky scent of sleep in his neck when he buries his nose there. They remain embraced like this, waiting to be in Morpheus’ arms again while the sound of storm is still present, shaking the quarters from time to time.

The silence between two claps of thunder feel like a pleasant break and both men relish it for as long as it lasts. They don’t keep count of the claps, too tired for that, but their ears twitch just as they’re about to fall asleep ; their door handle is moving, the creaking sound loud in the silence of the room.

Minho opens his eyes first, immediately alerted as his arm slides under the bolster to reach the sword he keeps hiding there. He doesn’t move, even when Kibum places his own hand on his wrist to prevent him from doing something without thinking. The black haired man props himself up on his elbow to look at the handle over the King’s body. It’s still moving and seems to struggle, making the man frown and sit up.

His husband looks at him and frowns in return, turning his upper body just enough to be able to see the door and keep his hand on his weapon.

“Listen.” Kibum whispers, raising his forefinger as he hears something from behind the door.

A cry.

As if he got hit, Minho stands up and jumps in the first pair of pants he finds before rushing to the door. Opening it, he discovers his daughter perched on tiptoes, one of her small hands still raised as she was trying to pull the handle, the other one strongly holding a plushie against her small body. Her cheeks are wet with tears and fear is easily noticeable in her eyes.

“Oh no, my little honeybun…” The King immediately crouches and opens his arms, the little girl running between them while sobbing. “There, there, come with daddy.”

The man stands up, holding Sooyun safe in his arms while he closes the door with his foot. The princess is trembling against him, her sobs slowly reducing thanks to the presence of her father but still audible. Her face is buried in Minho’s shoulder and her tiny arms circle his neck with her plushie hanging on his back, not planning to let go at the moment.

“It’s the storm outside, right, sweet pea ?” The King keeps talking with a soft tone, going back to bed and lying on his side with his daughter still holding onto him. “It was loud and it woke you up ?”

“Scared…” Sooyun cries and sniffs. “Nanny didn’t wake up…”

“Nothing can wake Nanny up, she snores louder than the storm.” Kibum smiles as he softly strokes his daughter’s back. “You ran here all by yourself ?”

“Hmm… the door was stuck but daddy opened it for me.”

“Ah, what a strong daddy he is, isn’t he ? Let’s get you some water to chase the fear away, how does this sound ?”

The little girl eventually raises her head to look at her other father behind her and she nods. Water it is then. The Prince leans on to press his lips against her temple before getting up — Minho notices his husband also got dressed with his night shirt while he wasn’t looking. The latter walks to the coffee table near the empty fireplace and pours some fresh water from the jug to a small cup. There also is a plate filled with cherries and he hesitates a bit before taking a handful of them.

When he goes back to the royal bed, Minho is lying on his side with their daughter sitting before him, leaning against his torso like a backrest. The man is gently wiping her cheeks with his thumb while talking to her, softly, his voice not louder than a whisper. Outside, the storm is still resounding and Sooyun gets startled every time thunder claps, but her fathers’ presence somehow eases her fear.

“Here, sweetheart.” Kibum sits on the bed close to the other two and gives the cup to his daughter who quickly starts drinking. “Slowly, or you will spill it.”

“Can I have some ?” The other dad wonders as he props himself up on an elbow, and he laughs when the little girl moves to prevent him from taking her cup. “Come on, it’s too big for you !”

“It is not, look.”

All fear disappears from Sooyun’s eyes, replaced with a glint of pride as she brings the cup back to her small lips and empties it within a minute. She exhales deeply once she’s done and offers a wide smile to her pouting father.

“But I was thirsty too…” Minho starts whining.

“Oh please Gods help me.” His husband sighs before cutting a cherry’s stem and shoving the fruit in the other man’s mouth. “There, you baby.”

“Daddy is a baby~” The princess repeats, tears replaced with laughter.

“The biggest baby ever.” Kibum smiles, handing another cherry to his daughter. “Have one too, but don’t swallow it whole, alright ?”

Sooyun nods and takes the fruit, looking at it and making it turn between her fingers before she eventually eats it. Her fathers look at her, all smiling despite the tiredness. She’s turning five years old after this summer but she can already express herself like she’s two years older ; Minho’s mother says it’s thanks to the way her parents always spoke to her with full sentences, not just random cute sounds and cooing.

Thunder claps once more, though it’s now further away and less noisy, and the little girl turns her head towards the window.

“Don’t be scared, the storm is going away now.” Minho says, pushing a strand of hair behind her small ear.

“Is it ? But why did it come here ?” Sooyun asks as she looks back at her fathers. “It was scary…”

“Oh, well… it’s because… how to say it…”

“You see how sometimes, uncle Jinki and his soldiers fight with their swords in the yard ?” Kibum intervenes when seeing his husband struggling with a way too realistic explanation, and the little girl nods. “It is called sparring.”

“Sparring.”

“Exactly. And sometimes, the Gods spar too. But it’s very loud.”

“Why is it loud ?”

“Because they are very very very tall, taller than us.” The King takes over. “So their swords are bigger too, they make more noise.”

“Are they fighting ? Are they angry like when daddy gets hurt and then daddy says big words at him ?”

Minho can’t help but laugh while Kibum scratches the back of his head with embarrassment. It’s true that the latter struggles to speak politely when the so called King comes back from a simple training with a cute here and a bruise there… and sometimes, he forgets he’s holding his daughter at the same moment he’s cursing at his husband with words full of imagery.

“You don’t have to be angry to spar, sweetheart.” The Prince replies. “Sometimes it’s just training. And when you hear the loud noise, it’s called thunder. It’s when the swords hit each other very hard.”

“But why do they fight at night ? Why don’t they wait for us to be awake ?”

So many questions from such a little mouth make Minho laugh more, until the other man slaps his arm.

“Answer your daughter’s questions instead of laughing.” Kibum says. “Why are the Gods fighting at night, Minho ?”

“Ah, well… it’s because…” The King thinks for a moment before clicking his fingers. “It’s because there is no night in their world !”

“No night ? They don’t sleep ?” Sooyun frowns, not noticing how the Prince is pinching the top of his nose behind her. “They’re not tired ?”

“No, no, they don’t sleep. They’re Gods, sweet pea. And in their world, it’s always day time because they have many, many things to do. See how your dads are busy all day ? The Gods are even busier.”

“Oh… so they don’t know we are sleeping right now ?”

“They don’t know, or maybe they don’t care, we can’t know what the Gods think. But when they train or fight, they’re so strong that it gets really loud when their swords hit each other. And do you want to know something ? When the Goddess of Light fights, her sword makes light, and this light is so bright that it tears the sky apart when she hits another sword.”

“Really ?”

“Really ! Come with me, let’s see if it’s her fighting tonight.”

Kibum fondly smiles, watching Minho stand up and carry the little girl on his arm to walk to the window ; he’s even more excited than her about his own made-up story, it’s incredible. Now the Prince just hopes there is lightning as well as thunder, so their daughter doesn’t get disappointed and upset.

“Okay, let’s wait a bit.” The King says. “Look at the sky.”

“But it’s too dark, where is the moon ?” Sooyun asks.

“It’s hiding behind the clouds, it’s afraid when the Gods spar. Don’t worry, if the Goddess of Light is here, you will see it.”

“Alright.”

Minho holds the girl standing on the window’s ledge and turned his head to look at his husband, the latter shaking his head with a smile as he makes the bed again. They wait like this for a few minutes and Sooyun starts losing patience. She’s about to whine when the dark sky suddenly lights up on a certain spot ; it’s really quick and she jumps with surprise, her father’s grip strong around her body.

“Did you see it ?” He asks. “The light that tore the sky apart ?”

“Yes ! It was quick !” The little girl enthusiastically says before she gets startled by thunder. “Ah !”

“It’s alright, it’s alright. It’s the other God who hits back.”

“Do you think she will win ?”

“The Goddess of Light ? Do you want her to win ?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes, Sooyun.” The Prince speaks in as he comes closer to them. “We can never know who wins, so it’s you who will decide.”

“Then it’s the Goddess, because she’s stronger ! That’s what uncle Jonghyun said.”

“Oh, did he ?”

“Yes, he said that women fight better than men but that men are jealous so they don’t let women fight.”

“I see.”

Both Minho and Kibum look at each other, silently agreeing to have a little talk with their friend one of these days.

“Uncle Jinki disagrees.” Sooyun keeps talking. “He says uncle Jonghyun is just saying this to annoy him because he fought with a woman and lost.”

“Your uncles seem to talk a lot.” The King says while walking back to his bed, the Prince following him close.

“Daddy, is it true that uncle Jinki fought with a woman and lost ?”

“Did he say it was true ?”

“No, he just kicked uncle Jonghyun with his foot.”

“Somehow I can picture that. And no, uncle Jinki didn’t lose to a woman, because there is only one person he loses to.”

“Who ?”

“Me.”

“Daddy you’re lying.”

“What ?! You ask uncle tomorrow !”

“Yes, yes, tomorrow, not tonight by screaming.” Kibum hushes them both. “Now come to bed, both of you, it’s still night and we should get some sleep.”

Just like the big kid he is, Minho sticks his tongue out at his own daughter, who complains to her other father. The Prince just has to stare at both of them and they immediately lie in bed, Sooyun taking her place between her parents. It takes a moment for her to calm down after such an intense conversation, but sleep eventually gets the best of her and she rolls to her side, cuddling up to Kibum and asking for him.

The latter smiles and slowly strokes her hair, lulling her to sleep with this simple gesture. It’s only when her calm breathing turns into a soft snoring that both men allow themselves to rest. The Prince stretches his hand on the mattress, over her daughter’s body, and the King takes it to press a kiss to his palm. With their fingers interlaced and one last smile, they eventually go back to sleep, hoping that the little princess won’t wake up to early…

_______________

“And when the Goddess of Light fights and she hits the other God, there is light in the sky.” Sooyun says. “And it’s like the sky gets a scratch.”

“Oh, I see.” Jinki nods. “So the Gods fighting, huh… and you believed that ?”

“No, but don’t tell dads. They will get sad.”

“Mum’s the word. One day I will tell you the truth, but for now you’re still too little.”

“Alright.”

The General hides a smile as he walks between rows of soldiers training in partnerships, holding an umbrella above the princess’ head… the latter sitting on his shoulders. It has become quite a routine for the little girl to come to him when he was working outside, and even if he used to tell her to go back to a safe place, he now considers she’s old enough to at least stay by his side if he’s careful. For sure, his recruits had looked at him with a weird stare the first time, but they’re used to it by now and even go along with her when she play the second General.

“Park, you will never beat Jung if you keep placing your feet that way.” Jinki stops in front of a duo, using his own foot to pull the soldier’s ankle. “There, this is your standing foot, don’t forget about it.”

“Uncle, he is laughing.” Sooyun says when the soldier named Jung smirks at his opponent being scolded.

“Ah, is he ? How many push-ups should he do as a punishment then, your Majesty ?”

“Hmm… Six !”

“That’s a lot. Do you think you will survive, Jung ?”

“I’ll do my best, Sir !”

The young soldier salutes and positions himself, doing the first two push-ups easily and pretending to struggle for the next one. Sooyun is counting out loud, not seeing how the General and soldiers around them are holding their laughter back as their fellow fakes whines and even lets himself fall before he finishes the last push-up.

“I’m a disgrace, Sir !” He says, going on his knees to fully bow. “Six was too hard for a bad soldier like I am !”

“Only the best soldiers can manage six push-ups in a row, Jung.” Jinki says, his voice clear though it’s difficult to remain serious in this situation. “What do you think, your Majesty ?”

“He can go, he is pretty.”

“Oh, is he now ? Jung, you’re pretty, now get up and train.”

“Yes sir !”

“But he’s not pretty like uncle. Right, uncle ?” The girl says as the General starts walking again.

“Right. Uncle is the prettiest.”

Jinki smiles for real this time, ignoring how his own recruits are beaming whenever their Princess compliments or punish them — she’s so strict !

A whole hour goes by like this, Sooyun eventually asking to walk alone and holding Jinki’s hand all along. At some point, they’re back to their starting point juste at the moment Jonghyun enters the palace’s yard with a few scrolls under his arm. The little girl screams and let go of the soldier’s hand to run to her blonde uncle ; the latter catches her on the way with only one arm — he trained a lot — and laughs as he kisses her cheek.

“Were you tormenting uncle’s soldiers again ?” The teacher teases her. “You’re the real General.”

“Uncle said you’re coming to teach me, is it true ?” The princess asks, clapping her hands. “He said you can teach me to count more so the soldiers can do more push-ups !”

“Oh no, do you want them to die ? How many did you ask them to do today ?”

“Six ! But I know seven and eight and nine and ten, so I was nice.”

“The nicest. What about counting to twenty now ? It’s like taking the ten numbers and add ten more.”

“Is that a lot of push-ups ?”

“Even uncle Jinki can’t do twenty push-ups.”

“Don’t tell her lies.” The General reaches them with his arms crossed on his chest. “I can do hundreds of push-ups.”

“What is hundreds ?” Sooyun asks.

“Way too many numbers, don’t listen to him.”

Jonghyun laughs and smiles at his boyfriend while the latter discreetly places his hand on his back as a greeting. He pretends to give him a report of everything the princess and him have done this morning, the little girl nodding to everything.

“That’s a lot of work for one single morning !” The blond man gasps. “So I’m stealing you for a break, your little Majesty. Let’s go gather some cherries and head to lunch, how does that sound ?��

“Sounds good !” Sooyun exclaims. “Oh, but I forgot to ask a question to uncle.”

“I’m all ears.” Jinki says, approaching his ear when the little girl beckons to him.

“Is it true that you don’t win fights against dad ?”

“Did he tell you that ?”

“Yes.”

“It’s not true. And you wanna hear another secret ?”

“Yes !”

“He doesn’t win against your other dad.”

“Really ?!”

“Really. But that’s our secret, alright ?”

“Alright.”

Jonghyun rolls his eyes and puts Sooyun down, asking her to go look for Heechul while he’s talking with the General. Once she’s out of sight, he gives a disapproving stare to his partner.

“What ?” Jinki shrugs.

“You’re rising her up against Minho.” The teacher states.

“I’m just saying the truth, what is wrong with it ? Not my fault if the truth hurts his Highness.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Sure, love. What did you want to talk about ?”

“Tonight when your shift ends, let’s go to the river together. I’ll bring dinner.”

“This sounds really nice. Don’t go in the water without me.”

“I can swim now, thanks to you, so I’m not risking anything. I’ll be waiting so don’t be late.”

Casting a glance at their surroundings, Jonghyun steals a quick kiss from the General and pats his cheek before leaving to join the princess. As expected, she finds her on the gardener’s shoulders, trying to catch the highest cherries on the pretext that they’re shinier. The teacher fondly laughs and looks up when he hears a whistle.

Leaning on their quarters’ window ledge, Minho and Kibum quietly wave at him. No need to wonder what they were up to since there is no trace of clothes on their upper bodies… Jonghyun smiles and nods towards them, before he goes to Heechul’s rescue when a certain girl wants to stand on his shoulders.

From above, the King and Prince laugh, making sure not to be heard, and go back to their bedroom. This is something they can never worry about, their daughter is always in good hands and for sure she will always be… well, unless Minho learns that his own childhood friend damages his fatherly reputation on a daily basis.

Hope you liked it!

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minhoinator-writes · 5 years ago

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One to a Hundred (~2900 words) read on AO3 // AFF

A/N: Sorta inspired by the Friends episode where Chandler kept accidentally kissing Monica after they get back from London....so I'm sure you can guess where this is gonna go lol I swear I'm working on the next BMS chapter, but it's just been a super stressful week for me and I needed a quick one-shot to get me back in the writing mood lol

"It's gonna be weird, isn't it?"

"Hm?"

"Going home."

Minho sighed as he pressed his forehead into Kibum's shoulder, closing his eyes tightly. Right, their managers for Surprise Vacation would be coming to pick them up to go to the airport soon. Which, that was why Kibum was at his rented flat in the first place, so they wouldn't have to take two separate cars to the airports.

That was the only reason, as far as their managers were aware.

But, in reality, they were spending their last night together before they would have to return to Korea and the close-quarters of the dorm. This…development in their relationship was quite new, but the feelings behind it definitely were not.

After the cameras were off and they left the pizza place off of the ice rink, Kibum grabbed his hand and stole him away from the crew, and together they explored London for themselves. Truth be told, it was the best part of the entire trip, blessedly undocumented by the crew.

Some things were best kept to themselves.

Minho kissed along the plane of Kibum's bare shoulder, smiling when Kibum snuggled closer to his warmth.

"Isn't it?"

"What?"

Kibum scoffed. "Of course you weren't fucking listening to me."

"When do I ever?" Minho sniffed a laugh, his fingers toying with the waistband of Kibum's boxers. When did he put those on?

"All the time. You're really attentive, actually."

Minho blinked, his hand stilling on Kibum's stomach. This was part of the new development...more genuine compliments thrown into their usual banter. It was taking some getting used to, but he wasn't complaining. "Sorry, baby, I'm still tired."

He could hear the soft smile in Kibum's sigh. Another new thing...Kibum liked it when he called him baby. Minho relaxed on his pillow when Kibum started to turn around, doing his best to stay in Minho's arms. "You're not planning on telling the others, right?"

Minho shook his head. They had already discussed this, after their first kiss on the bridge overlooking the Thames that night they had snuck away. This would be their secret for as long as they could keep it. "Are you sure?"

Kibum searched his expression, his eyes dazzlingly beautiful for this early in the morning. "About?"

"That...that you want us to be together after we leave?"

His expression softened and he took Minho's hand in his, looking down at it as he started to fiddle with his hand. "Of course. I…" he shook his head, pursing his lips.

"What?"

Kibum grimaced. "It's stupid and cheesy." Minho grinned, shifting a bit closer to him. Kibum speared him with an exasperated look that melted into a shy smile. "Now that...we're together -- "

"Finally."

"Yes, finally, shut up, Min." Minho laughed and Kibum closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Now that we're together, I can't, like, imagine facing the world without you, you know, beside me." Kibum glanced up at him only to suppress his smile and immediately look back down at their hands between them. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Kibum shook his head and Minho smiled, slipping his hand out of Kibum's limp grasp to raise his chin with an extended finger until their eyes met. "You're so cute when you get shy. I've always thought so."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

The mischievous glint in Kibum's eyes was Minho's only warning before he surged forward to silence him with a kiss. Minho smiled into it, holding Kibum close as he relaxed further into his pillow.

Honestly, if every morning began like this, he might be more of a morning person.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The knocking of one of their managers pushed them apart, both hurrying to get pajamas on so their managers would be none the wiser.

And, so, it began.

The flight back to Korea was long and arduous. In between sleeping and eating, they both decided to work on the lyrics for their upcoming comeback. During the ManU game, Jeon Gandi emailed him the draft of Dream Girl, their next title song. He was supposed to write his rap for it, and after he finished eating his lunch, he got out his phone to start brainstorming ideas.

"Do you want my help?"

Minho glanced over at Kibum, noting the bags under his eyes and how sleepy he looked. He was a light sleeper, usually, so getting restful sleep on planes was more than a little difficult for him.

"It's okay, go ahead and try to sleep."

Kibum fought it, focusing instead on the lyrics Minho was starting to type...and backspace...and retype. He mumbled his ideas until he finally rested his head on Minho's shoulder, letting sleep claim him.

Minho smiled when he heard the first of Kibum's snores, and glanced down at the top of his head. After a furtive glance around, he placed a quick kiss on the crown of Kibum's head and refocused on writing.

It was a good song, really cute, in his opinion. He could already almost hear the upbeat tempo and the tune of it in his head. He read the lyrics again, and, maybe it was because their relationship was so new, but Minho couldn't help but think of Kibum.

"My heart makes me go after you in secret," he whispered aloud, glancing down at Kibum again. He read up to the point where his rap would come in, then reread it once more before he started to write his lyrics with Kibum fully in mind. The words flowed easily and once he was finished, he read over it again, making a few edits before he sent it back to Gandi.

Kibum stirred when Minho set his phone down. "Did you finish?"

"Mhm."

"Can I see?" Minho unlocked his phone and opened the email before passing it to Kibum. He watched his profile as he read over the rap, releasing a huff of a sigh when Kibum started to smile. "I like it."

"It's about you," Minho started to say but was cut off by the arrival of their manager bringing them a snack.

The comeback was a whirlwind of preparation that started almost as soon as they stepped off the plane. It swept them all up -- with regular meetings with him, Kibum, Jonghyun, and the other songwriters so they could finalize the tracks for the album, perfecting the choreography for the title track, photoshoots and the filming of the music video...it was a wonder they had any time to themselves to sleep or eat.

It wasn't a surprise that they had yet to be able to spend any time, alone, together, since their return to Korea. They did, however, tend to gravitate toward each other, no matter what they were doing, maintaining their connection through subtle glances and fleeting touches.

It was quite easy to hide their affection for each other from the others during a comeback. Everyone was too tired to focus on anything besides sleeping and how nice of a concept that was.

"Good night," Jinki mumbled as he pulled himself up from where he was nodding off on the couch. Minho glanced away from the television to watch him go before his attention shifted to Kibum, who was curled up in the chair by the hallway, reading a book.

"Night," Kibum said absently, and Minho went back to mindlessly playing his video game. Until Kibum's book snapped closed. He looked back, smiling as Kibum stretched in his seat. "I thought he'd never leave."

"Oh?"

Kibum smirked. "Mhm."

"We should probably go to sleep. Long day tomorrow."

"Today, technically."

Minho looked over at the clock. It was a little past midnight. "Yeah."

"Let's go to bed, huh?"

Minho nodded, turning off the TV and following Kibum down the hallway, turning sideways to move past him once Kibum stopped at his door. He grabbed Minho's hand before he got too far away. "What?"

"Aren't you coming?"

Minho blinked. "Where?"

"To bed." Minho blinked rapidly, his tired confusion clouding his mind. He pointed to his and Jonghyun's bedroom in answer. "I meant with me."

Minho's eyes widened. "What about Taemin?"

"He's with his parents tonight." Kibum cracked the door open and looked back at Minho with the same twinkle in his eye that had been there all those weeks ago in London.

Minho couldn't help but follow him inside.

* * * * * * * * * *

"So how'd you sleep?"

Kibum paused and glanced at Jonghyun before he took a tentative sip of his coffee. The question seemed innocuous enough, but there was something in his tone that made him slightly suspicious. "Fine. You?"

"Oh, you know me. Up later than I should be."

Jonghyun smirked, almost devilishly. Kibum squinted at him, the checked down the hallway when he heard footsteps. It was only Jinki. If Minho wasn't up in five minutes he'd have to go wake him up so they wouldn't be late for their schedules today.

They murmured good morning to each other as Jinki sat down beside him, grabbing the mug Jonghyun set down for him and staring at it blearily. A door opened and Kibum leaned back in his chair, smiling at Minho as he walked down to the bathroom at the far end of the hall.

"Hey, Jinki," Jonghyun said, glaring at the box of cereal on the top shelf of the cupboard. His favorite cereal. "Could you reach this for me?"

"I wonder who moved that," Kibum said, trying not to smile.

"Some tall asshole."

The door to the bathroom opened again, and Minho emerged in his running gear. He smiled sleepily at Kibum as he made his way toward him, and once he reached him, he said, "Good morning!" as he bent down to kiss him.

If this were any other situation, it would have been a sweet gesture. Kibum would have definitely kissed him back. But, instead, he just sat there in shock as Minho pulled away from him. His eyes were blown wide, and Minho's soon was too when he heard the clatter of a spoon in a bowl.

Both Jonghyun and Jinki were watching them, equally wide-eyed -- though Jonghyun was sporting a growing smile. Any possible excuse for Minho to be kissing Kibum that wasn't the fact that they were a couple completely left his brain. He would have stammered something, though, if Minho hadn't walked over to where they were, shaking his head slightly as he wrapped Jonghyun up in his arms.

"Good morning!" he said with strained cheer as he kissed him, and then again with Jinki. None of them moved after Minho left them, and Minho didn't turn around as he made his way toward the door. If his ears were anywhere near the color of his face, he was visibly embarrassed. "I'll be back! Taking a quick run!"

He took off before the door closed behind him, and Kibum's gaze immediately darted back to Jinki and Jonghyun.

"Well," Jinki said, picking up his bowl of cereal. "If I wasn't awake before, I certainly am now."

Before Jonghyun could comment, Kibum sprang from his seat and muttered something about going to get ready to leave.

As soon as he got into his room, his phone chimed. Kibum closed the door behind himself and went over to where it had been charging, unsurprised to find a flurry of texts from Minho.

Mino 5:13 // omg i'm so sorry 5:14 // i don't know what i was thinking i didn't even notice they were there at first 5:14 // were they mad at me? 5:15 // are you mad at me?? 5:15 // did they figure it out???

Kibum smiled at his screen as he started to type.

5:16 // Jjong might have but i don't know for sure 5:16 // and no, i'm not mad at you

He paused, internally debating before he sent hurry back.

5:18 // thank god 5:18 // wait why is there something wrong?

He could picture him clearly, standing there on the sidewalk, his phone in hand and his brow furrowed with concern as he stared at his screen, waiting for Kibum's reply. And, before Kibum could second guess himself or talk himself out of it…

5:18 // i miss you

He tossed his phone away immediately, and it landed with a soft thump on his bed. A moment later, it chimed twice then fell silent. Kibum watched it, waiting for several minutes for another notification. When none came, he slowly made his way over to his bed, picking it up to peek at the texts.

5:19 // awwww~ 5:19 // okay hold on

Kibum could feel the heat coloring his face as he tossed his phone back on his bed. He smiled as he sorted through his closet, picking an outfit that would be passable as fashionable enough for a radio show and a fan meet afterward. As he was fiddling with his beret in the mirror, figuring out its placement on his head, there came a knock on his door.

"Yeah."

The door opened, and a slightly breathless Minho poked his head in. "Hey, can you help me pick out an outfit?"

Kibum stared at him, then blink. "That was a really quick run."

"Someone asked me to hurry, so I did." He gave Kibum a cheeky wink and grin as he slipped away, probably heading for his bedroom next door. Kibum placed the beret without another thought and followed him. By the time he reached Minho's room, his shirt was discarded and he was sifting through his clothes. He smiled as Kibum stared, a little too smugly for Kibum's liking, but he couldn't tear his eyes away long enough to snap at him.

Sure, he had seen Minho shirtless before. Many times. They'd lived together as a group far too long for him not to. But, it was different now. Before, he wouldn't have been caught staring at him, not this blatantly. He didn't want to freak Minho out with his feelings for him, but now that he knew, and they were alone…

"Hey, my eyes are up here," Minho said, a smile in his voice.

"Yeah, I've seen them before." Minho snorted and Kibum finally looked up, sighing involuntarily. "Sorry."

"I don't mind. Come here." Kibum stepped further into the closet, his attention shifting from Minho to the clothes. "What about these?"

He held up two options that were clearly not designed to go together and he knew it, and Kibum sucked his teeth before playfully slapping Minho's shoulder. "Stop it."

"These?" Another terrible choice.

He rolled his eyes as Minho just laughed. "Fuck, just let me do it."

As Kibum stepped up to seriously inspect Minho's clothes, Minho slipped behind him and wrapped his arms around him before resting his head against his. Kibum hummed in appreciation at the warmth and closeness, but as he started to pick out some outfits, Minho started to distract him by kissing down his neck.

As much as Kibum would have liked to allow himself to get lost in the moment, in the security of being wrapped up in Minho's arms, in the way each time Minho's lips brushed against his skin made his heart flutter… They had places to be, and soon. He pulled a pair of skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a jacket off the rack and slipped out of his arms.

"You have to go shower or else we'll be late," he said.

"Okay."

Kibum searched Minho's expression, smiling softly at the affection radiating from his gaze. Before he could stop himself, he cupped Minho's face with both hands and pulled him into a kiss that was soon cut short by someone clearing their throat. They broke apart, both looking at a half-amused, half-confused Jonghyun.

"What the fuck is up with you two?"

"Nothing," they said at the same time.

"He's gonna go shower before the van gets here," Kibum said, hastily leaving the closet. "I'm gonna go finish my breakfast. What about you?"

"I was...gonna change out of my pajamas?"

"Good luck!" he said, slipping away from Minho, he patted Jonghyun on the shoulder, and after steeling himself, cupped his face much like he had just done with Minho and gave Jonghyun a firm kiss. "Okay, see you guys out...there…"

He hurried out the door, smacking his palm over his eyes after the door closed behind him. Yes, today was their first slip up since coming back from London, but there were bound to be more. Lots more… Something had to happen...change...if they were going to continue to be together.

And Kibum very much wanted that.

Maybe they should move out of the dorm. No, that would be way too suspicious, especially now. He started down the hallway toward the kitchen when he heard the jiggle of the knob behind him and he didn't look back when someone -- probably Minho -- walked out into the hallway.

If not one of them, then himself. It would be nice to have his own space. More room to fit his clothes, and all that. He stirred his now soggy cereal, grimacing at it. That was something to think about, but for now, he pushed the thought away.

It'd have to wait until the end of their comeback.

#Minkey #SHINee fics #shinee fic #SHINee drabble #SHINee #Kibum #Kim Kibum #Key #Minho #Choi Minho #established relationship #fluff #literally just fluff #this was fun to write

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