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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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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

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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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Scooby Doo meets Lupin the Third - Chapter 1

Notes: Its finally here! Again this has been written by @coldtoastieboi and myself (@tessalovesozzy)! There has been a lot going on right now for both of us in our lives right now and the holidays are upon us (hence why this took so long). We hope that this chapter was worth the wait!

(Chapter continues under the cut)

Chapter 1

The Fall color was on full display in the passing trees as the Mystery Machine rolled down the highway, well on their way to the city of Southsummer, Georgia. It was their Fall break and all the members of Mystery Inc. were in need of some much-deserved relaxation time. As much as they loved solving mysteries, it was good to get a break from them every once in a while. Daphne heaved a sigh of relief. “ It feels so good that we finally get a vacation for once!”

“Yeah, going to Southsummer just to take in the sights was a great idea, Velma!” Fred complimented his friend, keeping his eyes on the road. “I figured that we could use it! All the theatres, parks, museums… a trip that doesn’t involve mysteries is just what we need!” Velma replied.

“Like, famous last words…” Shaggy said, thinking the rest of the gang couldn’t hear him. Fred raised an eyebrow as he glanced in the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of the backseat where Shaggy and Scooby sat. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shaggy began to rant. “Like, Scoob and I know how this goes. We try to go on vacation, things start out fine and dandy, but then a mystery falls into our lap and instead of relaxing, we spend the whole time getting chased by some freaky monster -”

“And running and retting rared rilly!” Scooby interjected, being as skeptic as Shaggy was about this ‘vacation’.

“Exactly!” Shaggy agreed.

“Don’t worry guys,” Velma reassured. “I did some research on this city for paranormal activity or anything else out of the ordinary and found nothing. I assure you that we’re just here to relax.”

Shaggy and Scooby gave each other a glance and then back to Velma and the others. “Well, uh...”

“Tell you what guys, we still haven’t eaten breakfast yet. So how about you two pick which restaurant we eat at first on this trip?” Fred asked trying to appeal to Shaggy and Scooby and quell their fears. At the very mention of food and Fred’s offer, Shaggy and Scooby grinned and tied napkins around their necks like bibs. “Like, what are we waiting for?”

“Ret’s ro!” Scooby howled happily, with his human friends laughing as they entered the city limits.

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After spending some time at a few local landmarks, unwinding at a public park, and of course, eating at various restaurants and food stands, Mystery Inc. was already in a better and calmer mood and it was barely one o'clock in the afternoon by this time. After getting lunch from a hot dog stand, the teens and their great dane casually headed down the block back to their vehicle.

“See? What’d we tell you guys? No monsters, no mysteries, just some well-deserved downtime.” Daphne said reassuringly.

“Yeah, this is really nice! Like, I don’t know what we were worried about, Scoob!” Shaggy said as he munched on his twelfth hot dog.

Velma smiled, seeing her normally anxious friends being so content as she brought a brochure for the Metropolitan Art and History Museum out from a side pocket on her backpack.“I hope we can get to the museum today! There’s supposed to an exhibit that’s showcasing a red emerald!”

“A red emerald? Wait a minute, aren’t emeralds supposed to be green?” Fred asked. Velma proceeded to explain. “They are green! In actuality, This gem is more of a beryl than a true em-”

“Velma- it’s a red emerald.” Daphne interrupted. She knew that if Velma continued, they’d be there for the rest of the afternoon in a geology lecture. “Like, what’s so special about it?” Shaggy asked. “Well Shaggy, this red emerald is said to be so hypnotic and so beautiful that few can resist being drawn to it!” Velma replied enthusiastically. “According to the map, the museum is just around the corner over there.” Velma pointed to the intersection at the end of the street that came to a right turn. “Well then, let’s go!” Fred said as he and the others piled into the Mystery Machine.

Suddenly, several police cars came rushing past the van, siren’s wailing with lights atop the cars flashing.

“Jeepers! What’s going on?” Daphne asked, looking out the windshield with concern as the police cars raced down the street.

“Whatever it is, they’re sure in a hurry!” Fred exclaimed.

“Freddie, look where they’re headed!” Daphne pointed towards the slew of police cars as they raced down to the end of the street and made a right turn.

“They’re headed towards the museum!” Fred revved up the Mystery Machine and followed in hot pursuit of the police, jolting everyone into their seats. Shaggy and Scooby looked at each other with concern as they knew what following the police meant: ANOTHER mystery. Shaggy sighed in defeat as he turned to a whimpering Scooby. “Here we go again, ol’ buddy.”

As the van finished turning the corner, the van came to a screeching halt as all of the police cars had stopped at the bottom of the front steps of the museum. “Jinkies!” Velma exclaimed as she and the gang saw that the police cars were parked in such a cluttered fashion, that the cars had entirely blocked one side of the road. A few police officers were out redirecting some of the traffic and trying to keep some news trucks at bay. Fred got the van as close to the museum as he could, parking near a local coffee shop across the street from the museum. After the gang got out of the van, they headed for the nearby crosswalk.

“Zoinks! Like, whatever’s happening at the museum, they sure got enough people to do it!” Shaggy said, looking back at the army of police officers and their vehicles as they walked through the crosswalk. “Ruh-huh!” Scooby agreed.

“Do you think something happened to the emerald?” Daphne asked.

“I can’t think of any other reason why they might be here! Come on! Maybe we can help!” Fred quickened the pace as he and the gang navigated their way to the shining marble steps of the Metropolitan Museum. There were police on the steps, at every entrance, and even on the roof as if they were searching for someone. The police noticed the teens but let them pass, assuming they were tourists like every other civilian heading towards the museum. The gang approached the Roman-eseque facade and eventually, the front entrance to the museum, passing through to the simplistic front lobby of the museum. The hostess at the front desk greeted the teens and their dog, albeit a bit flustered due to the appearance of the police. “G-good afternoon, welcome to the Metropolitan Art and History Museum.”

“Like, what’s with all the cops?” Shaggy asked. The hostess swallowed a lump in her throat, as if she was afraid to say too much. “I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say right now...I-I-I will h-however inform you that the red emerald exhibit is closed until further notice.”

“Closed? Has it been stolen?” Daphne inquired.

“Has someone just threatened to steal it?” Velma asked.

“We just want to help…” Fred tried to reassure the uneasy hostess.

“I- I’m sorry! I can’t say! P-p-please enjoy our other exhibits for the time being!” The hostess nervously replied. The gang looked at each other with concern.

“Rook! Rore rops!” Scooby raised one of his front paws, pointing to the last exhibit at the end of the hall, with 2 policemen guarding its entrance. There were no other policemen around any of the other exhibits, and the teens headed straight for the guarded entrance. As the gang got closer, they could see 2 men talking to each other, both with their backs turned to the exhibit’s entrance. One was raising his voice about the whole situation, wanting more security to placed, and the other was more reserved, wanting to be more logical about the situation. The closer they got, the more Fred realized who the man with a deafening tone was.

“No way…” Fred got more excited while the rest of the gang was confused as to why. The teens finally reached to entrance for the red emerald exhibit and were immediately stopped by the guards and one of them began to speak. “I’m sorry kids, but this exhibit is closed today. You can visit some of the other-”

“We know but we want to help!” Daphne said. “We’re Mystery Inc.! Like, world famous Mystery solvers? Maybe you’ve heard of us?” Shaggy added, trying to get the guards to let them in. The guards simply looked at each other and began to chuckle. “Yeah, you can help us…” The other guard replied in between laughs. “You can go hom-”

“WHAT’S GOING ON BACK THERE?!!” The loud man shouted as he turned to face the guards, and they stood at attention. He was a japanese man that looked to be in his mid 40’s to early 50s, dressed in a brown suit, and donning a trenchcoat and matching fedora. Fred got a huge smile the minute he saw him. “I knew it! You’re Inspector Zenigata! Wow! ” Fred exclaimed, still smiling and his friends, still a bit confused. Zenigata wasn’t used to being noticed much by anyone, much less a teenager and his friends, so it caught him off guard. “Uh... yeah, that’s me.”

Fred continued to gush with excitement. “Inspector, you’re my idol! The way you keep going, no matter the cost! All the adventures you’ve had! All those different traps you make! It’s an honor, sir!” Fred offered his hand to the flabbergasted Inspector, who wasn’t used to having fans around. Zenigata sheepishly grinned as he shook Fred’s hand. “Well, I’m flattered young man, I- HEY, WAIT A MINUTE! What are you kids doing, hanging around here?!?! Who are you??!!!?!” Zenigata cried, coming to his senses.

“Well Inspector, we’re Mystery Inc. and we want to help you solve this mystery! Whatever it is…” Velma replied.

“I assure you, it is no mystery who is behind all this… and it is none of your business.” A voice insisted. Everyone looked to see it was the man Inspector Zenigata was talking to earlier. He was tall and lean and much younger than Zenigata, around late 20’s to early 30’s. The man had blonde hair and thick glasses that shielded his jade green eyes and a navy blue pinstripe suit. He went over to join Zenigata in dealing with these meddling kids and introduced himself. “Inspector Victor Sullivan, ICPO. We appreciate the concern of civilians but we insist on continuing with your day.”

“Civilians? Inspector Sullivan, we have solved mysteries all around the world, taking down criminals of all shapes and sizes! We are more than capable of helping you!” Daphne rebutted. “Oh? Really?” Inspector Sullivan sarcastically replied, unamused.

“Gentleman, if we are done dealing with these kids, can we continue please?” A elderly man interrupted, anxious to get back to business. Mystery Inc. hadn’t noticed him before he had spoken. “Oh, of course, Mr. Motley.” Zenigata replied, taking his eyes off of Mystery Inc. for a moment, and Inspector Sullivan kept trying to dissuade the teens from meddling any further.

“Look, whatever sort of mysteries you kids have managed to have miraculously solved, this isn’t some local hoodlum running around in a Halloween costume. This is much bigger than any one of you can handle. So, do us all a favor ‘Mystery Inc.’; why don’t you go home and play with your toys and let the adults handle this?” “Excuse me?!!?!” Daphne replied angrily. This set off an argument between the teens, the guards, and Inspector Sullivan.

Meanwhile, Zenigata continued to talk to Mr. Motley, the museum’s curator. “Inspector Zenigata, are you quite certain that it’s him?” Mr. Motley asked. “Of course it’s him! This is his calling card and this sort of high profile artifact is just the sort of thing he would go for! Mr. Motley, I highly suggest you put every able bodied man you can find to guard the emerald!” Inspector Zenigata replied. “Of course, I’ll contact Mr. Everly and we can sort this whole thing out.” Being only the museum curator, Mr. Motley had to run everything by his superior. “Although I will tell you Inspector, we - WILL YOU STOP THAT INFERNAL RACKET?!” Mr. Motley cried out in frustration to the arguing group, now silent at his (very loud) demands. Mr. Motley continued. “Inspector Zenigata, I will tell you that our last night guard has suddenly quit.”

“Quit? What for?” Zenigata asked.“I don’t know!” Mr. Motley replied nervously, unsure of how to explain the situation.“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!” Zenigata responded, now more irate.“I mean he just up and left! Without as much as a word! And to make matters worse, this has happened to 8 of our guards in the past month!” Mr. Motley’s words now made everyone intrigued, but Inspector Sullivan seemed to be less so.

“You mean that none of your past guards have mentioned anything as to why they left? Odd...” Velma inquired. “You kids are still here?!” Zenigata said irately, the teens now helping themselves into the room. “Sounds like they’re scared…” Daphne added. Fred spoke up, with a mischievous smirk. “Scared of a ghost? We know a lot about those...” “Yeah, like, too much!” Shaggy commented.

“Now that’s just silly! Why would he do a thing like that?” Zenigata replied.“Roo’s re ralking arout, Fred?” Scooby asked. “Like yeah! Who’s ‘he’?” Shaggy added. From reading all about his idol’s adventures, Fred knew exactly who Zenigata was talking about. “Gang, I think he’s talking about Lupin the Third!”

“Of I’ve been talking about Lupin! Who’d you think I was talking about, Sonny and Cher?!” Zenigata shouted, getting up in Fred’s face (which startled Fred a little). “Who?” Shaggy and Scooby said, cocking their heads to the side. “Shaggy, Lupin the Third is a world famous thief! He’s been all over the world stealing priceless artifacts in nearly impossible heists!” Velma replied. “Don’t you ever read the news, Shaggy?” Daphne was a bit miffed at how Shaggy didn’t know the reputation such a famous criminal. “Like, The only time I ever read the news is for the weather and comics!” Shaggy replied.

“You know, Inspector Sullivan, you didn’t seem too surprised at the possibility of a ghost being the cause of all this trouble…” Velma stated suspiciously. “Yeah, like you know something that we don’t…” Daphne agreed. Zenigata did admit the Sullivan seemed to not be all that surprised at the possibility of a ghost. “Sullivan, you know more about the red emerald than I do. If I’m going to catch Lupin, I’m going to have to learn all I can about it. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Sullivan heaved a sigh, pushing his glasses into place. “I didn’t think it would be relevant to this case but given how things are turning out, it looks like it is. This red emerald actually has a bit of history behind it, quite prevalent to your case, Inspector Zenigata. Long ago, there were two thieves that planned to steal the emerald: one was Vincente León and the other was-”

“Let me guess, Arsene Lupin the First.” Zenigata interrupted. Sullivan continued. “Yes, Lupin the Third’s grandfather. León and Lupin had teamed up for that heist and of course, were successful in stealing it and planned to split the money it was worth between the two of them. But León wanted to keep the emerald for himself and decided to betray Lupin the First. That betrayal ended up costing his life…among the living, some claim. Bent on making sure no one else would take the jewel from him ever again, Vincente León’s ghost now follows the emerald wherever it goes, terrorizing all who dare to even try and take it from him. Most who are unfortunate enough to run into him, simply call him ‘The Specter’. And I fear that The Specter has followed the emerald here as well...”

“Aww come on! A specter flyin’ around, scaring people away people from taking a gem he was too greedy to part with, even in death? Who’d believe all that hooey?” Zenigata said, quick to dismiss the Specter story. “Like, you’d be surprised man…” Shaggy uneasily replied, hugging Scooby as both of them shook with fright.

“Even so, most of the time it’s some guy in a mask trying to scare people away. We should know, it’s our field of knowledge.” Velma stated. “And I’d like to assume you didn’t do months of research on this particular case and learn of the unfathomable accounts that connect with it.” Sullivan snapped back. “This emerald has had a long and bloody history, especially before anyone in the Lupin family got their hands on it. And I’m most certainly not going to let this case be handled by a bunch of amateurs.” “‘Amateurs?!’” Fred echoed, annoyed.

Zenigata turned to the teens. “I know you kids want to help but Sullivan does have a point. I can’t let civilians into this case, especially if they could get hurt. Lupin the Third is not just some petty thief to be taken lightly. He can be very dangerous when he wants to be. You seem like good kids but I don’t want you to get hurt. Guards, escort Mystery Inc. from the premises.”

The guards motioned for the group to leave and directed them back to the entrance of the museum. They were miffed that the Inspector wouldn't let them help (most of them at least.).

“Like, you heard what they said. They’ve already got this covered, there’s no need to butt in.” Shaggy pressed. “No, Shaggy. We can’t just ignore this mystery.” Fred stressed to his friend as they all walked down the steps. “Like, why not?!” Shaggy complained. “Don’t you think there’s something off about this whole thing? Like why would a master thief need to resort to scaring people?” Velma stated. “And I don’t know about you, but that Inspector Sullivan rubs me the wrong way. I don’t care if he thinks he’s trying to do ‘what’s best for us’. He didn’t need to be so rude!” Daphne added.

The teens crossed the street back to the Mystery Machine and climbed into the van. “And I can tell you one thing: we’re going to catch Lupin in the act, tonight!” Fred exclaimed. The rest of the gang turned to each other in surprise. “Freddie, Inspector Zenigata has been trying to catch Lupin for years and hasn’t succeeded and Zenigata is an expert on the man! What makes you think we can do it?” Daphne said, trying to reason with Fred. “Lupin hasn’t run into us yet! And besides, if we don’t catch him, we can at least slow him down!” Fred replied, confident in himself and his friends abilities.

“Like, we don’t even know if Lupin is going to pull off the heist tonight anyway! We didn’t even get to look at that note he sent!” Shaggy rebutted, Scooby nodding in agreement. “I think we might….” Velma said pulling out her cellphone, Shaggy and Scooby a bit confused. Velma went to the internet browser on her and began to type in the search engine. “Lets see… search for Lupin The Third aaaand- aha! Here we go! ‘Famous Thief Lupin the Third aims for Red Emerald’!” Velma read the headline of the online news article aloud and she scrolled down to a picture of the note that Lupin sent and read it aloud. “Okay…’Wanted to stroll down my grandfather’s memory lane. So I have decided to steal the red emerald tonight. Don’t wait up for me! Signed Lupin The Third’. Hmph...this guy seems to have a sense of humor.” “Yeah, like, look at that!” Shaggy agreed, pointing to a cartoonish doodle of a wide eyed grinning face of a man with sideburns at the end of Lupin’s signature. “Is that supposed to be him?” “A cartoon-y self portrait, but yeah, that’s him.” Velma replied.

“Well gang, it looks like we've got a mystery on our hands and a thief to catch!” Fred exclaimed. “We’ll get some supplies, do some surveillance and research…” Fred continued to explain and discuss his plans to the gang, while Shaggy and Scooby looked to each other with perturbed states. “Well Scoob, looks like it's good-bye vacation…” “...And rello reepy ruseum at right.”

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Back at the Museum, Inspector’s Zenigata and Sullivan were in the office of Mr. Everly, the museum director, accompanied by museum curator Mr. Motley, and taking notes of the whole affair was Mr. Everly’s assistant, the auburn-haired and bespectacled Charlotte Smith. Zenigata and Sullivan were going over the security measures for that night with Everly and Motley. Zenigata was especially stressing the importance of the security measures because Lupin was in town, and wherever Lupin goes, trouble (and Zenigata) are sure to follow.

“I’m telling you Mr. Everly, Lupin can be dangerous! He’s smart, charming, and a master of disguise! He’s not to-”

“We know, Inspector Zenigata. You’ve stressed the importance of keeping Lupin at bay enough! Besides, we’re doing all that we can! Finding extra security on such short notice is trying enough as it is, with the word of a ghost on the loose!” Mr. Everly said with a Southern drawl. “If you ask me, this whole ghost business and Lupin showing up is no coincidence.” Mr. Motley added.

“Wait… you think Lupin is behind all this ghost business?” Zenigata shook his head in disbelief. “Why would Lupin bother sending a note he was going to steal the emerald tonight if he had been already scaring security guards? Why would he even want to scare them off in the first place?” Inspector Sullivan turned to Inspector Zenigata and put a hand on his shoulder. “You said it yourself, Inspector Zenigata. Lupin is a master of disguise. What’s to say he wouldn’t dress as a ghost and scare people off? And given his personality and if he is as smart as you claim him to be, Lupin may be bored out of his mind and has been getting a kick out of scaring security guards.”

“Maybe…” Zenigata couldn’t help but think that there was something more to all this and his thoughts began to race. Lupin wouldn’t go to all this trouble of ‘haunting’ people only to announce that he’ll simply steal it without much fanfare. Zenigata knew that Lupin was just as much a showman as he was a brilliant thief. Was Lupin working with another thief, like his grandfather before him? His train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of the office telephone, which the assistant, Charlotte Smith promptly answered.

“Mr. Everly’s office.” She said with a southern drawl. “You’ve managed to find guards to fill the position? Volunteers from the police station? Thank you sir, I’ll tell them right away.” Ms. Smith hung up the phone and turned to the men in the room, pushing her cat-eye glasses back into place. “Police officers from a nearby station have volunteered to fill the empty positions for tonight.”

“Yes, we guessed as much through your conversation, Charlotte.” Mr. Motley huffed. “Well, there’s no need to get huffy with me! Like they say, ‘don’t shoot the messenger’!” Charlotte rebuffed.

“Either way, it’s good to hear that the local law enforcement is willing to help out.” Inspector Sullivan acknowledged. “In that case, you gentlemen should start getting things ready for tonight.” Mr. Everly said. “Right. Mr. Everly.” Inspector Zenigata tipped his hat to the museum director and then to the curator and Ms. Smith and began to walk out of the room. Sullivan also bade them farewell and followed his partner. Zenigata still had that nagging in the back of his mind about this whole ghost business but there was one thing he did know: with Lupin in the mix, anything was possible. As both Inspectors faded from view, Mr. Everly looked at his watch and realized it was way past lunchtime and he turned to his secretary.

“Charlotte, why don’t you go and fetch us a late lunch? I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be here a while.” Mr. Everly said begrudgingly, knowing all the security planning was going to take time. “Right away sir.” Charlotte nodded and turned to the door, making her exit.

She made her way down a flight of stairs to the main gallery and walked towards the front entrance. As Charlotte made her way down the front steps, she spotted a little cafe directly across the street from the museum, and also someone she knew out of the corner of her eye. No, it couldn’t be… She thought to herself, trying to dissuade herself that it wasn’t who she thought it was. When Charlotte finished crossing the street and approached the cafe, she heard a call from a familiar voice. “Fujiko!” “Well look who it is, the man everyone’s talking about.” Fujiko Mine, said in a honeyed voice.

“Maybe I should also attempt to blow your cover too, It’s not like the cops are crawling all over the town...Lupin.” She said with a smug expression as she opened the cafe door. Lupin trailed behind her. “Hey, you know I can spot you from a mile away Fujicakes! Besides, this isn’t exactly your best disguise. I’m surprised Ol’ Pops didn’t recognize you.” “He’s a bit too focused on catching you right now to care about me.” Fujiko replied, then ordered her ‘bosses’ meals as well as her own. “Yeah, that sounds like him. I’ve got a pretty good guess as to why you’re here and its not just for my dashing good looks…” Lupin said with a knowing grin.

A more gruff voice came in from behind both of them. “Trying to get the jump on us again, huh Fujiko?” It was Jigen, Lupin’s right hand man and still as distrustful of Fujiko as ever. Fujiko huffed and looked away from both of them. “It's bad enough that you guys always butt in on my jobs…” “Or you butt into ours…usually the latter.” Jigen retorted. Fujiko scoffed and wasn’t too phased at Jigen’s words. “I’m assuming Goemon is lurking around here somewhere as well?” “Of course! It’s not a party without him!” Lupin replied enthusiastically. “Well, since you three decided to steal my thunder, I want in.” Fujiko insisted. Jigen began to protest this idea. “I don’t think s-” “-That will be a problem!” Lupin interrupted. Lupin never could resist Fujiko, even if he tried, and as always, this left Jigen frustrated. Jigen couldn’t even count all the times that Fujiko had stabbed them in the back and yet Lupin always came back to her. “Come by my place later for all the details?” Lupin eagerly asked. Fujiko grabbed her order and smiled coyly. “See you after my shift, sweetheart…” Fujiko gave a small laugh as she walked out the door with Lupin watching her every step, with a smitten look on his face.

“Once...just once I’d wish you’d refuse that woman…” Jigen growled. “Come on, Jigen! I haven’t seen her in ages! And besides, it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra hand on this job.” Lupin tried to put his partner more at ease. “I know, but I’m just counting the seconds until she stabs us in the back for the umpteenth time.” Jigen replied. “You don’t know that she’s going to do that!” Lupin insisted. It wasn’t that he didn’t know of Fujiko’s wiles; Lupin just never met someone who had made double crossing so much fun. Jigen scoffed and began to smirk.“Yeah,... she might want half of what the emerald’s worth all to herself and leave the other half to split between us.” Lupin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Either way, if we all play our cards right, it should be a pretty easy job. Even with Fujiko around, what’s the worst that can happen?” Lupin grinned as he and exited Jigen exited the cafe and walked down the street a-ways and turned into an alley.

“I don’t know man, this whole thing with this ghost that’s supposed to be hanging around that emerald doesn’t sit right with me.” Jigen tried to caution Lupin of anything unexpected that might happen as they kept walking down the alley. The two then came to a stop, now deep into the alleyway and far out of sight from the police. Lupin then took a small glance behind him.

“Oh, there you are Goemon! I was beginning to think you got lost! Then again, you’d be pretty hard to miss in that samurai get-up.” Lupin teased. Goemon (a master japanese swordsman and Lupin’s second accomplice) came from out of the shadows, with a stern look and gave but a simple response in return. “I could say the same for you in that bright red jacket you’re wearing.” Lupin gave a small frown while Jigen chuckled a bit in amusement.

“Well Goemon, did you find out anything?” Jigen asked as he stopped laughing. “There has already been word of a ghost haunting the emerald’s exhibit. And that ghost is scaring all that come near it. Including a number of security guards.” Goemon replied.

“Already? The emerald’s only been in town for a month!” Lupin raised an eyebrow, the gears now turning in his head. Jigen had always been wary of the supernatural, whereas Lupin needed more convincing of that fact. Jigen had seen a lot of strange things in his adventures with Lupin and he wanted to make sure that his friend was aware of the possibility of there really being supernatural forces at work here. “Lupin, are you sure you want to go through with this? This ghost is startin’ to seem pretty real just by the sounds of it.” Goemon spoke up, as he was also starting to believe the tales this supposed ghost. “I agree with Jigen. From all this talk of ghosts, we should at least be cautious of anything out of the ordinary.” Lupin didn’t believe that there was actually a ghost running around, nor did he want to. Lupin wasn’t going to run away from this job just based on hear-say. “Okay guys, we’ll keep an eye out for anything unusual but I still don’t think its a ghost…” Jigen and Goemon just looked at each other, not saying anything, like they both had a feeling that this was the start of something that would end badly for all of them.

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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…

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“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!

#minkey #minho #key #kibum #shinee #fanfic #historical #kingdom of jinju #jongyu #jonghyun #onew #jinki #family #fluff

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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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katrinawritesthings · 3 years ago

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Taemin / everyone; hat-trick; NC-17

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quit–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From: Minjo 1:34pm

I’m stressed:(

From: Minjo 1:34pm

Wanna go fuck

From: Minjo 1:36pm

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

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

To: Minjo 1:38pm

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

From: Minjo 1:38pm

Why do you type like a twelve year old

To: Minjo 1:39pm

d u wanna get in my butt or wat

From: Minjo 1:40pm

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

To: Minjo 1:40pm

To: Minjo 1:42pm

quit tryin 2 tke my cell!!1!

To: Minjo 1:43pm

ur wastin time!!!

From: Minjo 1:43pm

You’re an awful gremlin let’s go fuck

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

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

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

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

“What?” he asks. Taemin smiles wider.

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

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

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

But with Taemin?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's not a piece of cake.

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

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

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

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

"Oh– jesus, you're still in here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hurry up," Taemin whines around his fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

"So you’ve said," Kibum hums.

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

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

Taemin groans low in his throat the entire time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#taemin #ontae #jongtae #2min #taekey #kibum #jonghyun #minho #jinki #onew #dream smp #nc17 #oneshot #jong: couldn't nut miself with Minho as a roommate. fucko wakes up if u even Think about jerking off. choi bonerkiller mgcee #Taem was quiet bc he was scared theyd get caught but he's way more confident now that they won't and if they will then like no one cares #Kibum: you are still baby loser boi though Taemin: I know you think that and that's okay I just don't want Jinki to think that #ydw

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