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doctor

onkey | nc17 | 596 words |

“you see, when kibum first saw jinki – at the doctor’s office, he didn’t expect to ever see him again.”

you see, when kibum first saw jinki – at the doctor’s office, he didn’t expect to ever see him again. it’s just not anything that happens, you don’t just… see you doctor outside of the clinic, or the hospital or anything. never, never ever. not at a bar, the lgbt+ bar specifically, and not even as an ally. jonghyun had to pat his back as he choked on a cherry in his drink.

but jinki, or dr. lee – or… whatever. kibum told himself that no, he didn’t memorise the name of a random doctor who had time to see him for a rash. it wasn’t his doctor. it was just some doctor. whose name was jinki

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it really doesn’t matter. in the moment in the clinic room, kibum had told himself to not saying anything out of place. he was to explain the rash and then show it, get some instructions on what to do next, maybe a prescription. but no, after studying the face of his new doctor, he found himself caught off guard by his facial features and ended up saying.

for someone as handsome as you, i’m worried i’ll feel weird showing you my thigh. upon them, had fallen a silence. jin– dr. lee stared at him for a solid second and kibum cleared his throat before he pointed to the weird rash and jinki did the same. probably better if he is referred to a dermatologist. dr. lee followed up with standard procedure and then he was off to go.

that’s at least what he told jonghyun. he won’t get to hear how he couldn’t stop blushing the rest of the appointment.

now, however, kibum has found himself, naked and sweaty with hair sticking to his forehead. he has some experience under his belt, but jinki was a bit different. he was a big… bigger than the rest he has been with. bigger than minho, bigger than that other guy he met. jinki sucked him off, worked his mouth around him and then he urged him to sit on his lap. kibum, of course, had no protests.

so he did, he straddled jinki’s lap and sunk down on a dick bigger than he has taken before. it almost burned, it barely stung and kibum felt as if the air caught in his throat and it’s only when he’s fully seated that he was able to let it out. his nails were tightly wound into jinki’s back and they stay that way for a moment. but jinki’s impatient, he picked up the pace and kibum choked out a moan in surprise.

it’s like jinki knew, because when he grabbed his chin and kissed him so delicately before he whispered to kibum to take his time and that he knows it’s a lot, but you’re so pretty, let’s not stop. kibum didn’t want to stop – not when he finally gets to bang the doctor of his dreams.

what started out gently, proceeded differently. jinki got to lay kibum out on his stomach, grab his hips and stroke his big cock into his ass. kibum ended up just becoming a mess with unfinished sentences. kibum kept thinking that jinki knows what he is doing, the effect on him.

but it was still a simple one night stand. one that jonghyun gets to hear all about and pester him to find out more. he isn’t sure he wants to meet jinki again, something about how he asked about his rash again during breakfast. i didn’t see it yesterday. kibum has never wanted to leave faster.

#onkey #jinki #key #shinee fic #shinee #onew #nc17 #yes this is a big dick jinki fic

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alien simba

minkey | pg | 514 words | originally posted on ao3

paint war lead to something cute

”no – i told you, the paint isn’t going to come off!” ”then how do i get it off!?” minho shouts back, somewhat stressed, somewhat amused at the situation they found themselves in. they’re in minho’s dorm, his shirt and jacket tossed away into some random corner of his room. kibum’s bag was placed hurriedly on minho’s bed before he rushed into the bathroom.

it all started with just a booking one of the arts room at their college, deciding to work on their projects together and it shifted so intensely when kibum flicked his brush at minho, getting specks of blue stuck in his hair.

it spiralled, now minho’s white tshirt has permanent dots of various colors and kibum’s denim jacket got a makeover. oh, and minho couldn’t stop laughing seeing kibum’s reaction to all the paint he got stuck on his face. like freckles – except they’re green. not to mention, minho’s bad attempt of stroking the brush over kibum’s forehead only to sing siiiiimbaaa.

it was not well received.

but it was still hilarious.

the fact that kibum shoved his paintbrush in under minho’s shirt whenever he got the chance to was completely ignored. at least he can hide it.

scrubbing his skin intensely to get paint off was not how he imagined to spend his afternoon, but minho likes to think that it isn’t that bad after all. either way, kibum looks worse than him.

deciding to drop his little sink brush, minho heaves a sigh and he decides to give up for today. his skin was starting to hurt and it just was not worth it. ”kibumah, let’s try tomorrow, this isn’t going to work,” he says and kibum snorts all the way from the bathroom. he’s in the middle of scrubbing his face clean, trying out any sort of skincare products minho has, ignoring the already delicate nature of his skin.

”shut up, your face is fine, i look like an alien simba,” and at that minho bursts out laughing before he drags himself onto his feet to join kibum in the bathroom.

”i think you’re a cute alien simba,” minho grins, his chest pressed close to kibum’s shoulders and there’s a brief second where he gets to see his gaze flick down, shyly almost. minho figures that is all he needs to wrap his arms around kibum’s waist. of course he gets pushed away, but only enough to grab his shirt and pull him a little closer.

”super cute alien simba,” minho whispers and he wants to say something more, but kibum must have read the situation just the way he did because he’s brought in for a kiss. it’s a short kiss, it’s brief and minho’s mind yells at him that he just called kibum alien simbabefore their first kiss. definitely not how he had wanted it.

but kibum’s cute smile after makes up for it. it makes their afternoon even better and what makes it better is that kibum doesn’t seem to care more about his face paint, because he pulls minho in for another kiss.

#minkey #shinee fic #minho #key #shinee #pg #au where minkey are both art majors

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hungry

minkey | pg | 610 words | witch & familiar au | originally posted on ao3

kibum knows minho more than minho knows himself. and minho almost throws a hissy fit.

”no, you already had food.”

kibum sighs as minho meows again, paws at the can of cat food and he does the best he can to avoid the familiar sitting on the counter. how someone so tall and lanky could end up being such a massive, fluffy cat he doesn’t know. he figures it matches minho’s heart, his big soft heart.

”yah, minho shut up!” the meowls drew his attention back to reality and he snatches the can away from the counter to shove into a cabinet again. he isn’t even sure how it got to the counter in the first way, it must have been minho’s magic. if cats could sigh, minho would — kibum is so sure he would, especially with the look he is given right.

”when you’re a cat, you’re never full! then you eat so much food and when you turn back to human, you whine about how much your stomach hurts. i know you, minho!” kibum snaps, gently if anything. he knows he has the ability to hurt minho with how quickly he yells at him but this time, he was really getting tired of minho’s desire for food.

”out of my kitchen, you freeloader!” and at that, minho jumps off the counter and struts away to the living room, where he comfortably settles on top of a shelf instead. kibum is sure minho doesn’t miss his glare. that’s the shelf with all his valuable books, spell books, potion books and just literature book. kibum is also aware of that a pissy minho won’t hesitate to push down a few books or two out of petty revenge.

when kibum points at him, glares at him and then says ”don’t you dare,” he is only given a hiss in return and minho curls up to cover his face with his tail.

hours later into the night, when minho shifts back to his human form, kibum turns his back to him as he crawls into bed. however, his aversion for cuddles only lasts that long because minho wraps his arms around his waist. he also feels his lips against the back of the throat and kibum is sure minho just does this to coax him out of the shell he grumps himself into; and much to his dismay it works. minho’s nose buries into his shoulders and he purrs, comfortable and content now.

with a soft sigh slipping from, kibum turns around in minho’s arms and he runs his fingers through the black mess on his head, dragging out more gentle purrs from the familiar in his bed. it’s not long after that minho shifts to move closer, his mouth pressing softly over kibum’s to place kisses to his wizard’s lips. he’s so weak for minho, it only takes a few seconds for him to fall into the trap minho set up. to wrap his arms around minho, to fall into the space where all he thinks about is for how long they can kiss. in these moments, all he can think about too, is how fantastic he is to have minho in his life, that the familiar chose him.

”i sleep the best when you’re next to me, you know?” kibum whispers as minho’s mouth trails along his neck, his own hands running along his strong bare arms to feel them up, like he does every time minho is in his bed. he can’t help the shiver that runs through his body as the deep chuckle comes out so closely to his ear.

”it’s my magic,” minho says in a soft whisper.

kibum can only agree, it’s only next to minho he wakes up well rested.

#shinee fic #minkey #minho #key #shinee #pg #witch & familiar au #minho's a cat yes #he looks like the cat key hugged on his ig #cat!minho boops key's nose a lot

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praise me

minkey | nc-17 | 1002 words | cw: sex | originally posted on ao3

when kibum calls him pretty and compliments him, minho melts.

minho's weak, he's so weak. he's so weak that when kibum starts whispering pretty words into his ear, he thinks he will cry – because he loves it. he loves it when kibum calls him pretty, that he's doing such a good job taking his dick, that he sounds pretty. he doesn't get to hear it often, he gets cute, he gets handsome, he gets manly but only kibum calls him pretty. only kibum roughly whispers to him that his lips are pretty, only kibum presses his thumb onto his lower lip and makes him salivate at the thought of what else he could press to his mouth.

but now, now he gets to look at kibum who doesn't take his eyes off him. minho's pants are in some corner of the room, his shirt is held up agains this chest and his thighs are burning with pleasure, his whole body is hot and his shirt clings onto his skin, as does his hair. but kibum doesn't even look affected by their heat, it suits him. how kibum manages to look composed even as minho's legs are giving out from riding him, he doesn't know.

"kibum..." he gasps as he's slowing down, his brain suddenly registering more of the sensation as he moves his pace down. he gets to take in small every ridge of him and he gets to feel his body starting to weaken. but kibum holds him, holds his hips so harshly he will bruise. tears build up in his eyes at how overwhelmed he feels, his body wanting more and more of kibum, for him to push in deeper and harder. when kibum picks up on this, the change in atmosphere changes so fast as kibum lets minho sit back down on his lap and he cups his cheek.

"i– i want to switch position," he voice shakes, feeling kibum's dick reach further into him and he doesn't want them to stop. but kibum cups his cheeks, presses soft kisses to his lips and minho's arms come around his shoulders. kibum only gives him a few more kisses before he wipes away the few tears. from now on, kibum's gentle. he helps guide minho into lying on his side, guides him into a position that allows his body to relax, where his head gets to rest against a pillow but kibum pushes his leg up, allowing him to sink back into his ass and minho moans. his voice is weak, moans barely spill from him but he's happy – he's not content yet, so when kibum slows down in their new position, he almost instantly whimpers. "c'mon– kibu–" he manages and he doesn't mind the chuckle he hears from him, because he wants more; he wants to finish.

at the time, it sounded like a good idea to have sex after his shower from the gym because it would help him reach that last phase of relaxation and he is so close, he is so close. it's not a bad idea now, but he really overestimated how much he could take right now. but he doesn't tell kibum to hurry, he presses his cheek to the pillow and tries to keep his urging hand away from his own cock. but he only manages to keep away for so long before his hand wraps around him, starting to pump himself in tune with the firm, hard strokes into his ass. he never realised how long they could keep up but it's been a lot longer than last time and he was so loud in the beginning, but now his voice feels gone.

"minho-yah, you're so good at this..." and now kibum's doing what he knows will set him over the edge. minho's voice grows louder, encouraging kibum's praises and he gets what he wants, he gets more, because he's already been so good. so kibum tells him he feels great, that he's so warm, so good under him and minho's just breathing against the pillow. his hand works faster around himself and he can feel his orgasm approach, urgently but he thinks he'll manage to last a few more moments until kibum leans down, covers him with his body, dick reaching deep into him and whispers roughly into his ear that he looks so pretty and that hecould do this forever. minho whimpers, his whole body clenches and his blood rushes through him until kibum says you're my pretty babe and that's when his orgasm hits him.

white spurts out of his cock, his body shakes with pleasure and the moans coming from him are loud and he can't help that pleasured sob that follows as kibum uses him to reach his orgasm. the bliss he feels lasts longer, because of kibum. when he feels his hips stutter against his ass, minho lets out a content hum as kibum rides out his orgasm.

when kibum pulls away from him, minho's ears occupy themselves with trying to pick up the noise of the condom coming off and his brows furrow together as the mattress dips at kibum slides off. he's only gone for a moment before he comes back, lying down on next to him with a few tissues and he helps minho wipe his hand clean, pressing a soft kiss to his temple before he tosses the used tissues away.

"i thought you would fall right asleep," kibum says, wrapping his arm around minho to pull him closer. minho laughs softly in response.

"you really exhausted me," he answers with a soft hum coming from him and minho shifts to be able to rest his head on his chest. a content sigh slips past his lips when kibum starts stroking his head gently, following up with affection just like minho asked him to several years ago, when he had been incredibly shy and concerned what he would get back in response, only to get relief when told him of course. he knew he could trust kibum, he knows he still can.

#minkey #minho #key #nc17 #shinee fic #shinee #au where minkey are both art majors

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feelings

jongtae | nc-17 | 715 words | cw: sex

taemin feels like he can’t breathe. it’s good.

taemin feels like he can't breathe. it's good.

they're in the kitchen, him and jonghyun.

warmth wraps around him, jonghyun’ arms tight around him. him, tight around jonghyun.

never, never did taemin expect to find himself in such a compromising position. his pants down his thighs, warm lips against the back of his neck and his rim, stretched around jonghyun’s cock. never. but it's different now, he loves it.

the stroke of jonghyun’s cock into him is slow, teasing almost and taemin can't help the small protests that slips past his lips, begging, pleading jonghyun to speed up. his cheeks flush red, redder if possible upon hearing jonghyun tell him he's adorable, gorgeous like this. calls him babe and taemin melts.

it's nice, it's so nice - he doesn't know how to explain it but he feels full, his breath catches in his throat and he presses back against jonghyun in pure desperation. he needs more but he can't have it because jonghyun grabs his hips, holds him tightly and fucks him in whatever pace he wants to. now it's slow, it allows taemin to focus on everything - the pulsating, how far out jonghyun pulls only to press back in again.

taemin's knuckles are white from gripping around the edges of the kitchen counter. he focuses on the stretch, the slide, how good it feels to jonghyun’ cock spread him apart and how good he feels to have jonghyun take him however he wants.

he stutters out a moan, eyes falling shut and he’s caught off guard with a sudden increase in pace. he was so focused, so focused on the slowness of it all. he lowers his head and gives in to the new pace, to the words whispered into his ears and as much as it isn’t new for them, they’ve done this before – he’s still learning, getting accustomed to letting jonghyun have this control over him.

”jonghyun– soon.” he breathes out, a keen following his voice and he feels, hears, how jonghyun too is close. his hand come around his own cock and he too, works himself towards a climax. it doesn’t help, feeling jonghyun’s breath against his ear, the words that only bring him closer and closer and he’s going to–

as he bends further over the counter with breathy curses spilling past his lips, his hand milking the rest of his orgsasm out as jonghyun rushes for the same type of relief taemin just had. he lets him use him, listens to the words, the curses that come from jonghyun and he feels it when it happens.

and he’s sated. he’s happy and doesn’t it feel good? he feels amazing. a soft groan slips past his lips upon feeling empty, his fist landing on the counter again and he bites down on his lower lip. white runs along his palm and he knows that if he wasn’t recovering from the sex, he would be disgusted. instead, he shivers feeling how strong palms run along his thighs and grabs a stray tissue from the counter to wipe his hand clean.

when soft presses of lips trail over his shoulder, he lets out a soft hum. he expression twists into then into further disgust when he notices the tied up condom flopped onto the counter and he looks over his shoulder, meeting eyes with jonghyun.

”really?”

when jonghyun grins, taemin turns his gaze away only to roll his eyes yet a dumb, fond smile comes onto his lips and he straightens up. clearing his throat, he tugs his pants back up again. neither can he help the smile that stays on his lips when strong arms wrap around his waist and pull him close.

there’s something about being in seoul. he’s comfortable, he’s happy. he’s good here. he doesn’t feel like a–

his gaze lands on the dreaded condom and he sighs. the counter of all places. okay, it annoys him – it annoys him a lot and he reaches over to grab it, his nose scrunching together as he slides away to throw it into the bin instead.

”don’t ever do that again.” he says with a huff.

he will have to clean the counter later, probably give it three rounds before he can be sure everything will be clean again.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #nc17 #i just wanted to write some bottom taemin #he's not from seoul in this au #whateveer this au is #maybe he's a daegu boy like the kibum he doesn't know #[[duane voice]] whatever #jjong put a condom on the counter and taemin will never let him forget it #dettol is taemin's best friend #shinee fic #shinee

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rippling

taekey (implied onkai on the side) | pg | 770 words | cw: mentions of religion | prism au

“prism, he thought, would be a little safe haven of sort.”

taemin’s not necessarily the most socially skilled person out there. he gets a little awkward, he might stumble over his words, he might not say anything at all because he’s worried it will come out in the wrong way or just sound plain stupid.

but when he found out about prism, he’s excited because it’s an lgbt+ club. the picture of the poster stays stored in his phone and he thought of when to go there – because he wanted to. he assumed it would be an outlet of sort. throughout his everyday life, he stays stuck in a shell that defines him as straight. it’s something he isn’t. it’s something he’s painfully aware of that he isn’t.

prism, he thought, would be a little safe haven of sort.

except until he gets there.

he didn’t expect anything to be a walk on roses but he didn’t expect to be approached so quickly. he remembers how scared he felt and how much he regretted ever setting his foot into the club. he remembers his hands shaking when that minho pulled the other guy away from him and how that jonghyun tried to talk him out of his fear. luckily there weren’t a lot of people at the lounge section. most were downstairs clubbing.

he found himself unable to reply to jonghyun because he felt stupid. he thinks, just because life isn’t a dance on roses, doesn’t it mean he has to step on thorns right away. or? it gets worse before it gets better?

key was another story.

taemin felt like he was in high school again. where people judged you a lot easier. key would scorn at him, portray their complete distaste whenever he was around and taemin felt himself shrinking.

now, he stands awkwardly placed into a birthday party – not just anyone’s birthday. key’s birthday. jonghyun had insisted. jonghyun had talked him into coming and when he stood there, close to the wall, he thought of how he wished the earth would just swallow him whole and preferably spit him out somewhere he can be alone. he wishes he had said no to jonghyun.

jongin said he was going to be there because jinki was going to be there. taemin has only spoken to jinki a couple of times. jinki’s nice, he has a soft voice that calms you down – jinki just made him feel soothed just from a few minutes of their presence. he wouldn’t mind his own jinki. but it’s jongin that has his own jinki and taemin is left, back pressed against the wall while trying to avoid eye contact with whoever looks in his direction.

to say he felt welcomed was not true. he didn’t. he felt more of an outlier than he ever has in his whole life. he had a few friends in high school, he did well in ballet, he got along with the other waiters at his dad’s restaurant, he was good in church – but here? at prism? he feel so out of place it hurts.

he knows people talk about him. probably about how stupid he looks just standing there with an untouched glass in his hand. he didn’t want to drink around people he didn’t know.

is it because he’s a christian? a catholic? he thought about it for a few moments until he realised how stupid a gay catholic sounded. catholic and gay are the two biggest contrasts there are, he assumes. now he’s both.

now he’s both.

he also knows that his church won’t accept him as gay. but he also feels like people scoff at him for being religious. the silver cross he had as a necklace around his neck, the one he used to show now lies under his shirt.

the moment he lifted his gaze to be met with a drunk key telling him he probably shouldn’t be at their birthday party, is the same moment taemin feels like he has to run. key was drunk, he knew that. but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. he always knew drunk words were true words.

the second key left them to cheerfully go talk to someone else is when taemin decided to leave. he searched around for jongin only to see him with jinki. he searched briefly for jonghyun only to see them distracted by something else. minho’s with jonghyun. he took the moment to put his glass down and leave as quickly as he could.

at that moment, taemin re-considered the life plan he made when he was eighteen. he thought of how easily he could pretend he was straight.

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step yet to take

taemin-centric | pg | 492 words | tw: blunt homophobia and religious themes | prism au

same au as not so good (prism au)

”where do they go then?”

”to hell, of course.”

the first time taemin even brings up the subject of taboo to the priest is when they’re alone on a bench, he is seventeen. it was risky, he knew that but he needed to know. during the conversation, he feels his throat tighten at how the priest that he’s always looked up to speaks so low of homosexuals.

taemin tried to not let it show but jongin says he’s a horrible liar so it probably shows. that’s what scares him.

”the bible says a man is supposed to join with a woman. you know this, taemin.” and taemin nodded quickly, his gaze faltered but he met eyes with the priest again. of course he knew that.

”you’re right.” he said with another quick nod.

”then why are you asking about the church’s view on homosexuality?” the priest asked, almost accusingly and taemin was prepared for this. he has an answer.

”hasn’t it been a topic in media lately? i just… i was just curious of what we thought of homosexuals.” taemin said. he thought through this. he using we because it decreases the chance of the priest thinking he is gay.

”well, we don’t deal with people who don’t listen to god.” and taemin wanted to say it’s not something you choose but he found himself silent instead. he wondered if he should say something, however he only finds himself nodding again. he can’t help the fact that the crushes he has had have only been on boys and not girls, and how it has lead him to the conclusion of his orientation.

”god made everyone, but he didn’t make homosexuals. if someone is homosexual, they’re not going to heaven.”

”where do they go then?”

”to hell, of course.”

today, when taemin isn’t seventeen anymore, he thinks about the exchange. he is twenty-one, he’s very well aware of his homosexuality but the words still worry him. he remembers seeing the promotional poster for some gay inclined club called prism. it’s clever, he thinks as he looks at a photo he took of the poster. prisms disperse rainbow light.

it’s 2am.

his desk is filled with history notes, assignments, anything but he can’t focus. he wants to go to the club. jongin mentioned it briefly, always said ”ah i was at prism” when taemin’s asked about how his night was. he looks at the texts briefly. they annoy him more now that he knows what prism is, beyond it being just a club.

taemin being gay has always been his secret in a sense. jongin might have figured it out – but as long as he’s quiet about it, taemin doesn’t mind.

looking at the photo he took of the poster, taemin feels his heart drop. there’s no chance he can go there. what if someone he knows sees him?

at 2am, taemin feels more sensitive.

at 2am, he can’t help feeling tears prickling at his eyes.

2 minutes later, he shoves his phone away under a few papers and picks up his pen again.

#taemin-centric #taemin #shinee fic #jongin #i guess #what's the tag for this au #wank wank wank #umh #i didnt mean for the au tag to be wank wank wank but here we are #maybe #prism au #?#yes #shinee

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not so good

taemin-centric | r | 378 words | prism au

taemin just wanted to unwind one morning but his brain had other plans

he always found it odd to see a glimpse of his purity ring when his cock was in his hand. it feels dirty, like he's breaking a rule - like he is sinning? except not really. usually he doesn't see the ring, the way he holds himself covers it up but it crosses his mind and then he stops up to look at himself.

he was so lost in the moment but now he pauses. by taking the vow to fulfil the promise of your purity ring, you decline all sex until you are married with the one. masturbation isn't sex.

or it is: it's sexual stimulation to induce sexual arousal until you have an orgasm. or in other words: to feel good.

taemin looks down at where he has his cock in his hand. it's proportional to the rest of his body, he assumes. he doesn't often look at other men's groins to determine whether or not he is the right size for his body - as a gay man, he doesn't look because the what ifs linger for too long. it's seemingly harder to laugh off someone pointing out you're staring when you might be genuinely interested in it.

fleeting eyes have cursed him before.

he takes his hand away before he slides the ring off his finger and sets it aside on the window sill. now he can return to his morning fun.

taking a moment to listen to any noises outside of his room, checking if there's potentially anyone to come check on him this morning – there isn't.

taemin closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall again, his hand once more, moving smoothly over his rather decent length.

alright –

stop.

he sighs.

this isn't the moment to think about whether his dick is satisfactory for others or not because he is after all a virgin - he has decided to be one. he is gay, so there's less availability for him anyways. granted, having a purity ring as a gay man in a country that doesn't allow same-sex marriages is not his smartest move. it comes with being in the closet.

with a huff, he tucks himself back in his pajamas shorts and crosses his arms in defeat.

he ruined it for himself.

#taemin-centric #taemin #shinee fic #r #yes this belongs to an au #wank wank wank #it's a taekey au #prism au

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distance

jongtae | pg | 335 words |

taemin almost gains the courage to cuddle with jonghyun.

he stares, and he stares and he can't stop staring because jonghyun sleeps next to him with side-swept bangs and a tee baring his collarbones. so he continues to stare until he gains the courage to speak up and initiate contact; affection. jonghyun would probably think he’s weird for watching him sleep but taemin’s trying to work himself up to the point where he dares to cuddle closer. jonghyun never hesitates to move closer, but taemin does. he wants to get past that.

jonghyun wakes up before taemin gets a chance to do anything he slides his attention elsewhere. the wall was particularly interesting this morning. jonghyun inches closer and with a light touch he draws small circles over the front of taemin’s hand.

”did you sleep well?" he asks in a typical morning voice, it's raspy and it almost sends shivers down taemin’s back. he nods slowly in reply and closes his eyes to avoid meeting eyes with jonghyun. he hadn't slept much but it was enough to function through the day.

it is with slight tug at his shirt that forces taemin make eye contact with him and a smile curls up on his lips. he could wake up to that face every morning.

”what are you thinking of?" he asks with a hint of curiosity in his voice. taemin wonders if jonghyun is teasing him.

taemin decides to be blunt, to say what is on his mind but he is quick to go against that thought as they make eye contact again. his courage crumbles like a short lasting tower of cards.

”nothing in particular." it’s not really a good lie.

”i don’t believe you.” jonghyun says and taemin narrows his eyes at him.

”you should.” taemin quickly says and he can see jonghyun’s caught off guard, surprised by the urgency in his voice.

”alright then, kid.”

taemin bites on the inside of his cheek and then he rolls off to the bed to go make breakfast for the both of them.

#jongtae #taemin #jonghyun #shinee fic #pg #i found this in my drafts and i polished it up and put it up #drabble #honestly this was inspired by rihanna's california king bed but it's not even that close to the meaning of the song is it #oh well

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demonstration

ontae | nc-17 | 1494 words | cw: swearing

jinki wants a demonstration.

when jinki said to show, tae was caught off guard. to show is to demonstrate. jinki wants a demonstration.

they stood there, in front of their boyfriend, clutching their box with a handful of toys inside of it. they were their own private little thing and tae wasn't entirely sure when they were going to let jinki in on the fact that they have these sex toys.

tae's cheek don't escape the red that flush to their skin and they contemplate over the fact that they should let jinki watch. the idea of it arouses them and their gaze etches into jinki's chest as they think.

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the ridges on the glass toy enhance the sensation as tae slowly pushes the shaft into their hole. they're wet - they're so wet and they feel so warm and so nice. it spreads over their groin, heat coming to their inner thighs and it's so warm.

they struggle with keeping their head up, eyes stuck on jinki as they slowly start thrusting the dildo into them. the heart on the top of the toy is pink, the rest of it is transparent glass and it looks like it could be a wand straight out of a show - maybe sailor moon. maybe that's why tae likes it so much.

as the toy pushes fully into their hole, a shaky whimper escapes their lips. they feel so full, so stretched and with the way jinki is watching them, they feel hot. hot palms come to stroke over their thighs and tae can't help the gasps that escape before a weak curse slips past their lips.

jinki's thumbs come to rub around their hole where it's stretched and eventually, just eventually he touches them. spread their labia open and watch closely as tae languidly thrusts the dildo into them.

"fuck, look at that-" jinki lets out in a airy breath and tae swallows thickly. like they will come apart with jinki's words and the way he looks at their core. a moment later jinki comments on the sound and tae close their eyes to focus on it. the slick noise of the toy slipping into them on and on, their wetness loud.

usually tae is louder, more forward with sex but with how jinki asked them to show how they use their toys (the rascal knew how it worked), tae was caught off guard. deciding then, to take it a step further, tae picks up a faster pace with stroking the toy into them and it's as if they finally can let out what they want to.

their head fall back on the headboard of their bed and their chin tip back in a soft moan. the glass rubs their walls just right and the smooth texture of it drives them crazy. they haven't been at it long, fucking themself in front of jinki, but they already feel overwhelmed - if they were rubbing their clit too, they would be close to an orgasm.

as they work the toy into them, they let out soft noises of pleasure, shaky curses and weak whimpers because they can't hold it in and maybe they're putting on a show for jinki. a louder curse slip escape.

"fuckin-", tae bursts out, suddenly annoyed as they feel their forearm starting to cramp and they let out a whine in further annoyance as they replace their hold with their left hand instead; it's not their dominant hand but it'll work out. they shake their right arm a little before their hand settles to resting on top of their stomach, eventually pushing their tshirt up to show jinki more of their skin.

they're a bit clumsy with their left hand until they settle into a pace that works for them. the heat that was constantly lingering sudden flames up and it's all because jinki started to rub their thighs. tae slowly pulls the toy out of themself but only to rub the shaft between their lips, spreading the wetness along the length of their core and some onto the dildo. but that doesn't last long, a moment later, jinki's hand comes around their wrist and he pull the toy away from in front of their clit and his mouth comes to latch over it instead. tae's fingers squeeze tightly around the heart of the dildo and their fist come over their mouth and they bite back a sob as their body tenses because of the sudden pleasure.

jinki's tongue runs delicately between their labia, along the slit of their hole and tae drops the toy onto the mattress beneath them.

"jinki, that's–" their legs spread further and the push into his mouth. wanting more and more. his tongue works in soft strokes as he teases their entrance, thumbs pressing into the junction between their thighs and hips. tae is lost in the process, the hand that held the toy come to grip onto jinki's hair in a desperate attempt to show they want more.

when jinki's hands come to strongly grip their waist to pull them further down the bed, tae's head falls back on the soft pillows and the mouth was away from their clit is soon back on causing their body to arch as they get further lost into the pleasure that spread not only over their lower body.

they're so close but they know, to fall apart, the only thing that's needed now is something inside of them and it's just like jinki reads their mind. maybe it's from the numerous times that he has eaten them out because two fingers run along their labia, collecting wetness while their clit is tended to. tae doesn't know how to beg for those two fingers to push inside them because their words are nowhere to be found. they try to urge jinki by tugging weakly at his hair but tae starts to think that maybe jinki already know what they want.

finally.

finally, jinki's fingers push into their entrance. slicked up by their wetness and their eyes fall shut as a weak whimper passes through their lips. their mouth work around their clit, lips formed around it and then he sucks on it. that’s when tae breaks. their frail grip on jinki’s hair tightens and their orgasm strikes. their legs spread wider and their hips jolt up, pressing up against the mouth that’s quickly tearing them down. they cry out from the pleasure, breathing instantly getting heavier and jinki doesn’t stop. fingers continue to work into tae and his mouth stays latched onto their clit until he is urged to get off by the hand that pushes his head away.

tae’s trembling as jinki’s lips come off them and his fingers pull out. their mouth is open and their gaze is directed to the ceiling as they try to register the whole event. they loved it, yes. there’s nothing else to say.

the sound of a zipper bring their attention to jinki again and they watch as his hand pull out his cock and tae swallows thickly.

”no, i– not inside–” and tae’s interrupted.

”can i come on your chest?”, jinki asks bluntly and tae feels their cheeks heat up. surely that’s covered up by the blood rushing through their body already. without hesitation they now and jinki comes closer to where he’s straddling tae’s waist. his hand is around his dick and tae would offer to blow him off but they’re not feeling for that right now. jinki’s hand grip onto the front of their tee to pull it up and reveal their chest.

the head of jinki’s cock brush against the skin on the top of their stomach and tae wet their lips before they bite on the bottom one. jinki’s hand start stroking along their length and tae’s fingers settle on gripping at his thighs as they wait.

eventually, jinki’s breathing gets shallower and tae flicks their gaze from his face to the cock in front of them. he’s close, they know that. jinki’s breathing comes in short gasps and it quiets when he bites down on his lip. a small whine comes from the back of his throat and their cock press against the space between their breast as he works his hand faster around his cock.

when jinki cums, he pulls back a bit to let white stripes spurt out on their chest and tae gasps as they watch jinki become undone in front of them. his hand strokes around his cock faster and he milks out the last of their orgasm a couple of seconds later, the head of their cock rubbing slowly against their skin and moments later, he stops.

tae’s hands run soothingly over jinki’s forearms and they smile up at him. jinki’s fingers come to run through tae’s hair and then, after a moment of silence, he speaks.

”we’re doing that again.” his voice out of breath.

tae lets out a light laughter. ”of course.”

#ontae #taemin #jinki #nc17 #shinee fic #shinee #tae's nonbinary #jinki has tattoos lol #maybe too many #tae owns a flower shop #it's cute

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failed escapades; paws and badges (2/??)

jongtae | pg | 982 words | paw au

shapeshifter cat taemin tries to escape the shelter that jonghyun, the dear aspca employee, brought him too.

one thing that taemin realised when he’s brought into the shelter is that it really smells of dogs. dogs bark when jonghyun carries his cage to the other end of the corridor and he knows that fighting dogs is not a good thing to do but then again, cats are stronger than dogs. the aspca won’t take well to him trying to pick fights with the dalmatian youngling that’s growling at him.

not that it would ever happen considering that he is stuck in a cage.

inside a room he recognises as a veterinary room, taemin is prepared for fingers poking at him. he is a healthy cat, he is very aware of that. as long as he doesn’t sneeze he will be fine. last time he sneezed, after playing with that feather on the concrete, he ended up naked in an alleyway in the middle of a beautiful sunny day.

he can’t end up naked on a big table.

but it goes quickly, he tries to not let his fuse get the best of him and they call him a cute little kitten (even though he is very much an adult cat). they pet him, say he is in good health after another few check-ups. the doctor worries for a moment about the fact that he has seven toes instead of five like normal cats. at least he’s healthy – that’s a good thing but the petting is cut short when jonghyun picks him up for and it’s sadly not for more affection. if he was in his human form, he would sigh. but instead he just accepts his current fate and leans against jonghyun’s chest. before he’s put into the big cage with other cats, jonghyun comments on his paws looking like mittens and taemin snorts internally. jonghyun ends up playing with his paw for a moment too long before he closes the cage door.

he will try to escape later.

later does eventually come. it comes when the lights are shut off, when everyone who is working there has left and it’s quiet. or somewhat quiet. the persian cat next to him is oddly loud for some reason.

the other cats stay away from him, it’s almost like they know he’s not really a cat but it doesn’t matter because he’s not going to stay for the full night. there’s no point in that because he did after all pay his rent for this month and while his landlord is very aware of what he is, doesn’t it mean he can disappear for days.

after pawing for several minutes at the cage lock, it finally latches up and taemin pushes it open. the two other cats in his cage stare at him and he, not as gracefully as he planned, lands on the floor. at least he didn’t trap like the time after he got stuck in a tree.

after a moment of realising he has no idea where he is, he decides that the effort of escaping can be saved for tomorrow.

he hears a cat meow at him and he looks over to see it’s the yellow tabby that came in at the same time as him, it’s the cat that jonghyun called a demiboy. now, he doesn’t actually know how actual cats think but he figures that cats would definitely not be quiet about what they are, if they now weren’t binary.

but that’s a thought for another day, taemin tells himself before he figures he should actually pay attention to what the demiboy is trying to tell him so he inches closer. he stops when he realises he doesn’t understand them – must be another dialect. he draws away from them and moves along the corridor instead.

that’s where he finds a little gang of pitbull puppies curled up together and he feels bad. the poor babies probably got abandoned or maybe something happened to their mother.

luckily, the lock to the puppies cage is a lot easier to open compared to his own cage. deciding to go against the stereotype that cats are assholes, he wiggles in carefully next to the puppies but he quickly regrets it when they start yapping about and wiggling way more than necessary and he quickly leaves the cage instead. where he does end up is, next to a big newfoundland dog. taemin’s never seen one before so he was surprised when the big pile of fur moved at first.

that’s where he ends up for the night. next to a big, warm newfoundland dog that lets him cuddle close.

the following day, jonghyun finds him and taemin wiggles closer to the newfoundland that’s just chilling about. there’s not a lot you can do as a big dog apparently.

”mae, mae come look at this–” jonghyun’s voice echoes down the corridor of cages and eventually he’s joined by a middle aged woman who coos at him. that’s until the two humans eventually realise that taemin should be in his cage and not with big bo, the newfie.

”jonghyun, put him back in his cage, will you? he should be there instead – how did he even escape?.” mae says before she wanders off who knows where and taemin tries to get away when jonghyun reaches over for him again.

damn it.

”how did you escape, huh? you smart little cat. you probably escaped from the circus.” jonghyun coos in a soft voice as taemin’s held to that strong chest once again. taemin actually tries a bit harder to get away this time because he wants to go back to big bo but jonghyun is resistant to letting him go.

”i’m going to name you teacup, you’re so cute. like the teacup in beauty and the beast.” jonghyun says proudly and taemin would, if he could, roll his eyes. he’s not a teacup.

he will plan his escape another day.

#jongtae #shinee fic #paw au #jonghyun #taemin #pg #i haven't looked thru it yet bc i'll do that tmrw #sorry for any typos oops #jonghyun is such a sweet baby #taemin is just a cat who wants to go home #he has bills to pay #he hasn't paid his phone bill yet #and his wifi bill #what if he goes home to no internet #day ruined

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rebuttal

jongtae (girl!jonghyun) | pg-13 | 476 words | same au as twelfth floor (it plays out 6 years before it)

a/n: it’s crazy how much i have on this au rip yet it’s all mostly taemin-centric

taemin thinks that maybe he wants to make something special out of the fact that he lost his virginity.

taemin thinks that maybe he wants to make something special out of the fact that he lost his virginity. the girl, junghee, she kept asking – kept probing.

if you want to save it for someone special, we don’t have to do anything, we can just talk.

she had told him as if she expected him to stop her. taemin wasn’t sure how to take the situation when she patiently waited for him to at least say something. that moment, the thought of friends crossed his mind while he looked into her gentle, big eyes. his hands were firm on her waist.

by waiting for someone special, taemin would make something petty into a big deal. he doesn’t want that.

by waiting for someone special, there would have to be someone he could share it to.

by waiting for someone special, he would have to have friends.

friends aren’t a thing for taemin – he had only his father. his father wasn’t a friend of sort, nor a dad. they aren’t biologically related. he was just adopted and distanced away from.

but taemin didn’t want to talk. junghee offered they would just talk instead but he couldn’t say anything, as if his mind wouldn’t let him speak. her eyes were expectant on him and his gaze straight on her chin – he couldn’t meet her eyes.

eventually, his hands slipped in under her shirt and he pulled her closer again to the way it was just a few minutes before she interrupted them. he liked touching her skin, it was soft, it was warm. he enjoyed pressing his mouth against her neck while her hands held onto his shoulders. he really did enjoy it. all of her was soft but he kept it to himself.

he found himself at a loss of words afterwards, yet she cupped his cheeks and kissed him slowly – as if trying to compensate for the fact that she wasn’t someone special to him, he assumed.

a few days later, where he is now, in his room, he thinks of the concept of virginity. he thinks that maybe he wants to make something special out of it – maybe he wanted to have saved it for someone special, but there isn’t anyone special in his life nor could he see there ever being anyone.

he did feel like he was missing out. he’s nineteen after all.

it’s close to midnight. he’s sitting on the edge of his bed and he pulls on his fingers absentmindedly. his father’s asleep and he is also supposed to be asleep but his mind is stuck on the idea of that he’s missing out.

deciding to push useless thoughts out of his head, taemin closed his eyes and fell back on the mattress. he takes a deep breath.

he’s doing good without anyone special in his life.

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stuff that’s not fanfic stuff

so umh

i have posted the beginning of a couple of au’s (primarily paw au and london au) the latter being quite.. fully developed just barely written apart from small snippets.. the paw au has been more developed for future stuff so it’s not going to be abandoned but it’ll probs be very short and not all parts may be that long? but i’m kinda lookin forward to writing more on it because it’s cute!!! and i kinda wanted to write something jonghyun + cats instead of dogs (((even though dogs are also beautiful, jonghyun loves all animals in that au, even ostriches))) have you seen that cat circulating on twitter??? it’s taemin in that au, honestly my first thought...

anyways... this was inherently just a post to say that i accept prompts on any shinee ship ((((i love me some jjong or taem ships)))) but yes... any..thing...

#rambles #i should probably put that i accept prompts on my tumblr #i also accept infinite prompts because infinite are babies and i love woohyun and dongwoo so much #can you imagine taemin in paw au sneezing as a cat and transforms into a human ???? poor kitten #everyone around him just stares #there's a naked human among all the cats #oops #i'll stop ramble now

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paws and badges (1/??)

jongtae | pg | hybrid / shapeshifter au | wc: 310

in which taemin is a cat hybrid caught by animal police kim jonghyun, the man who vows to save all stray cats.

na na na na na na.

taemin loves going on walks. especially at night.

his paws are steady on the pavement as he strolls down the street. it’s dark outside and he’s happy. as happy as a black cat can be. he stops by a red light and snaps his tail about happily until it suddenly hits green.

he runs over.

as a cat walking the streets, you tend to get a few looks from people and everything is fine.

everything is fine until he hears sirens. for a moment, he wonders who died on such a beautiful night – he wonders until he’s suddenly picked up by two strong hands.

fuck.

oooooh fuck.

he squirms around in the hold, tries to claw at the hands but it doesn’t work. he’s held tightly against a disgusting muscly chest and he claws even more, hisses and tries to get away. for being a cat, he’s quite useless at sneaking away.

”jonghyun, come on! get the cat in a cage already.” he hears a deep voice from the distance and he struggles more to get away from the hands that belong to this jonghyun.

”aren’t you a cute little cat? come on, we will get you safe off these streets.” this jonghyun says cheerfully. taemin’s held tighter against his muscly chest and he holds back the urge to claw even more.

while struggling, he’s carried away to a car and dropped into a cage.

oooooh my god no.

looking around, taemin realises quickly what this is about. he’s been caught by the animal shelter. but what about his apartment?

i just fucking paid for my rent and this happens.

another caught cat, actual cat, not a shifter like him stares at him and he hisses in return. they cower away and taemin lies down in his cage, curling up in a corner.

#jongtae #shinee fic #taemin #jonghyun #pg #paws au #shinee #don't ask how this came to mind because i am not sure

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twelfth floor

ontae | pg-13 | 2203 words | shinee secret santa event

content warning: violence, murder and child abuse.

this is my fic for @onthighsbelongtotaemin for the event, i chose ontae for you and since any rating and setting was fine, i went for a rather darker setting. merry christmas to you and happy new years!

thank you @lockandminkey for beta-ing!

it's not the first time taemin is there. it's the twelfth floor, it's always twelfth floor.

it’s in the elevator that he considers the contract he has with the government official that continuously calls him in for jobs. it's been a year now at least. just within the past year, he’s moved further away from what he used to be. taemin occasionally considers the fact that he’s sunk deeper into the career path he’s currently on.

staring against the metallic doors of the elevator, taemin contemplates over the past year.

it began with taemin slipping poison into his former contractor’s drink. subin didn’t talk to him after that.

it continued with taemin taking the life of the man who adopted him when he was nine.

he smiles at the thought and at that moment the doors slide open for him to step out of the lift. his father was a pest, he waited years to get rid of him. his childhood wasn’t rough so to speak, it’s just not what you expect when you’re adopted.

with slow, determined steps he makes his way to the office where he always meets up with the contractor. he adjusts his turtleneck slightly before the door is opened for him by one of the bodyguard outside.

he’s expected – last time he had to knock. he’s here to do harmless business. that’s what taemin thinks at least as he notices the way one of the body guard, the larger built one eyes him up and down. surely someone with a physique like himself is unable to do much harm through force? the bodyguard should know that.

taemin meets his eyes for a moment before he steps inside and the door closes behind him. he throws a glance over his back before his gaze flicks towards the suited man waiting for him by the desk. the way the bodyguard look at him was different now that he thinks about it. it sends shivers over his spine but he pretends as nothing.

the meeting goes as expected.

taemin gets a new target and money in advance.

***

months later he’s there again.

on that occasion he is told to wait by the same bodyguard that gave him that look. apparently his contractor isn’t ready yet. the guard’s face is soft, not as hardened as the other guards but taemin doesn’t let himself be curious.

last time he was curious, it made murdering his former contractor more difficult.

months later, subin has yet to talk to him. but he’s over subin, he thinks to himself. to say he doesn’t miss her however, is another thing – on occasions he does.

”you’re still alive, i see.” soft-face breaks the silence and taemin looks away from the night view that the twelfth floor allows. the view that the twelve floor allows with the windows stretching over the whole wall.

”i say the same to you.”

”yongchul calls me onew.” taemin raises an eyebrow. soft-face has a nickname.

”yongchul calls me siwoo.” taemin replies. siwoo is a name he’s picked up – taemin isn’t something he lets everyone know of. siwoo does the job.

”he doesn’t call you siwoo,” onew chuckles and then continues. ”he calls you him.”

taemin can’t help the smile tugging on his lips. of course. it’s easier to not put a name on those who might not be useful to you later. it’s why he never called the man who adopted him his father.

”aren’t you too young to be a contract killer?” onew suddenly asks, breaking the silence once again. taemin wants to retort with something but he keeps his tongue in check. in fact, he keeps quiet.

”what do you do when you aren’t given any jobs?” onew probes. taemin’s never met such a chatty bodyguard before.

”nothing.” taemin simply replies before he looks back out to the view again. onew doesn’t say anything from there on.

***

in his own place, his apartment, taemin finds himself sitting by his dining table. a dining table for four people. he thinks briefly about the fact that there’s never been more than three people in his apartment.

he also thinks briefly about the last time subin was there. the same day she found out he was the one responsible for her father’s death.

maybe he does miss her. she did lively things up in his place.

but as it is now, it feels like a simple yawn would echo.

he really needs to stop thinking about subin – especially when he’s reading, or struggling to. he didn’t think he had any close friends, but when subin broke their friendship off, he realised how much she actually meant to him.

taemin thinks of the occasion where onew asked what he does during his empty days. nothing, he had said. the most he had done this day is to play with a pencil.

when you’re not working, you should just sit and do nothing. do not play with these kid’s toys.

the words echoes in his head and he frowns at the memory of that one time.

***

the next time he’s on the same twelfth floor, two months after the time onew asked about what he does during his day.

onew is still there.

”you’re still alive.” onew says casually. taemin wonders if onew is allowed to talk as much as he does. the other bodyguard doesn’t stop him.

”aren’t you supposed to be a quiet bodyguard?” taemin asks with a slight head tilt.

”i’m not actually a bodyguard, i’m yongchul’s relative – he’s my hyung.” onew explains. taemin raises a brow before a contemplative hum slips past his lips.

he doesn’t talk to onew anymore that day.

***

yongchul one day asks him to deliver a parcel to a specific address and taemin doesn’t say no. instead he looked at yongchul until he got the money that would make him move out of the chair and get up to deliver.

truthfully, yes, taemin is a contract killer but throughout the course of his life, he’s never denied anyone anything. it’s gotten him in peculiar situations. a fleeting thought about the time he had a sharp knife pressed to his throat passes.

following the sudden memory, taemin adjusts his scarf and lets out a breath.

***

the recipient is no other than onew. taemin tries to not let the confusion as of why yongchul would send him to deliver something to onew – onew who he always finds at the twelfth floor.

”siwoo-ssi, come inside.” and taemin doesn’t say no again. he steps inside quietly and lets the door fall shut behind him.

”this is for you.” taemin says, holding out the dull box to onew who takes it without question. it must be a thing, taemin thinks – that yongchul asks people to deliver packages to onew.

as he stands by the door, hands clasped in front of him, he takes the chance to take a look around. there’s no corridor anywhere, he’s greeted immediately into the living room and the soft sound of the tv playing on a low volume.

taemin stands there until onew urges him to come to the kitchen. he doesn’t say no and only trails after quietly.

”have a seat.” and taemin listens. he’s not sure what could possibly be needed of him to stay around. he did his job, he delivered the parcel – something he doesn’t normally do. why is he asked to stay?

”is there anything you require of me, onew?” taemin asks. he’s the one to break the silence as he watches the other man take things quietly out of the box.

”oh, just your company.” onew answers him in a light tone.

taemin starts to feel uneasy.

onew sets down the final item out of the box down on the counter before he turns around to lean back against the granite. taemin doesn’t let his anxiety come to his features.

”yongchul says you’re obedient.”

taemin furrows his brows. he contemplates on where this is going; onew’s tone is suddenly not as light anymore.

”he also says you’re diligent and very willing to give up your pride to end your target.” onew says confidently while walking closer to taemin where he’s sitting by the table. taemin suddenly becomes very aware of the sharp knife he has tucked in on the inside of his jacket.

”but i want to get to know you.” onew uses that light tone again and he shows taemin a kind of smile he’s never had anyone direct of him. it’s bright, honest and friendly almost.

”why do you want to get to know me?”

onew never tells him specifically. he asks why wouldn’t i? and taemin himself can’t think of a reason why someone would want to get to know him. he’s everything people would want to stay away from. he has things in his experience he rather not people know of. onew could guess all of these things just by merely guesses – chances would be onew is correct.

***

that isn’t the last time onew and taemin meet outside of the twelfth floor. one time, onew texts him, invites him over and they have unidirectional conversations because onew likes to talk and taemin is good at listening.

taemin comes to realise he really likes the vanilla tea that onew has. when he asks about it, onew says he bought it abroad. before he left, onew gave him a small bag with the tea leaves.

when he’s driving home later, taemin thinks of the personal stories onew told him.

***

”i’ve shared a lot about me, siwoo. can’t you tell me anything about yourself?” onew asks, pleads almost into the phone,

”i can invite you to my place.” taemin tells him after a short moment of silence.

later that day, taemin picks onew up in front of their place before he drives them to his place.

once through the door, taemin lets onew roam around. his apartment tells enough about him, it puts things about him into words that he can’t say himself.

minutes later, onew finds his reading rulers and taemin doesn’t say anything when onew asks about them. there’s three of them and they’re all red. it’s the color that works best for him when he’s reading.

”if you’re not going tell me what they are, can you tell me what they’re for?” onew asks with raised brows.

”reading.” taemin says with a shrug.

”so what? do you need the text to be red when you read or?” onew sounds demeaning in his tone and taemin tries to not take offense. the fact that he can’t read with a bright white background has been something he’s dealt with for as long as he can remember.

”put them back.” he says sharply and onew doesn’t ask more about them.

minutes later, onew finds something different to ask about. it’s the pieces of lego he has scattered out on his dinner table. he felt restless yesterday and decided to build a little.

taemin almost feels anxiety build up in his blood the second onew reacted to them. he doesn’t want anyone to see the legos.

when you’re not working, you should just sit and do nothing. do not play with these kid’s toys.

”onew–” taemin begins, his throat tightening and he realises he has to force out what he wants to say. ”pretend they’re not there.”

the looks he gets from onew is one with worry and he quickly runs his fingers through his hair before he gets the small basket and he pushes down all the pieces before he hurries out of the kitchen to put them away.

when he returns, he pretends as they’re not there, just as he told onew. he makes the tea as he planned to and he lets onew wait by the table.

the conversation over the table isn’t as energetic as it is when he is at onew’s place, but through questions and question, taemin starts revealing things about himself.

he tells onew briefly about his adoption story. how he was nine years old and how he was happy to get out of school until he realised just why he was put in homeschooling instead.

he tells onew about how at age 16 a gun was placed in his hands and he was told to aim to shoot.

he tells onew about the time when he was nineteen and almost lost his life. he was just getting started with his career.

what he doesn’t tell onew is the personal stories of how an orphaned kid is treated by classmates. he doesn’t tell onew at how he couldn’t comfortably read until he was nine and his teachers thought he was a slow learner. he also doesn’t tell onew about the times he let his adoptive father’s hands wander and the times he felt sick to his gut because of beatings he took.

taemin meets eyes with onew and he wonders what he’s thinking of. he supposes he’s told him enough.

***

"what's your real name, onew?"

”it’s jinki. what’s yours?”

"guess three times."

onew laughs at him and taemin can’t help the slight smile tugging on his lips.

#ontae #onthighsbelongtotaemin #shinee fic #pg13 #taemin #onew #shinee secret santa #shinee #taemin has visual stress which means he needs reading rulers in a certain color to facilitate his reading #he was also bullied a lot for not having any parents when he was a kid #subin was his best friend but he lost her bc of his job #i hope this is fine ;;;;;#i'm sorry if it isnt #twelve symbolises power authority and perfection #it's ... obviously not the last one here #that symbolism is the biblical sense though #it also symbolises perfect government function #i meant foundation

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