#Taemin fanfiction

[youaremycosmo]

《all mine. all yours.》 taemin x reader scenario

Yeah, as always - i finished my latest idea, not what's waiting in the line XD so today husband&dad taemin is attacking again with his cuteness 💞 what a miserable dad, what would he do if he was a father of two? *runs away laughing * btw. this airport look is e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

Word count// 1,435 words

Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Taemin after a month's break is going back to work, clearly pissed off he needs to go abroad for one day. Saying goodbye to you and his daughter is just endless as he can't be apart from the family even for a second.

Genre// fluffiest fluff

Warnings// if you're allergic to cuteness, don't read MASTERLIST

- Aish, why does this performance have to be in Japan? - Taemin whined again, crouching down to put on his shoes. He was like this all yesterday, and then today, almost making a scene while packing his things and documents. 

You giggled under your nose for the hundredth time in the last hour and glanced at little Taerinnie in your arms. When she was born, Taem took a really long break from his work as a dancer to focus on helping you to take care of the baby. You both could afford it and you were extremely thankful to him, as being a mom, especially in the first days, was really stressful. Eventually, he needed to come back to work, but what caused his dissatisfaction from the very first week was this trip to Osaka. That meant he had to be away from home just for that one night, but it already seemed like the end of the world to Tae.

- Because Baekhyun is performing in Japan, duh - you mocked him a little, observing carefully what he has chosen to wear. - Everything will be fine, you need rest from us too - you assured your husband, trying somehow to calm him down. 

- How can I rest from my family? - he asked, even more outraged by your words. - I need to be by your side all the time, what if something happens and i won’t be around you? - Taem stood up, running a hand through his long, brown hair. Every hairstyle looked good on him, but there was something special in these messy strands which curled up in the ends. 

- I’m sure there won’t be this kind of situation - you said with certainty. - It’s just one night. We’ll be fine, for sure - you switched your attention towards Taerin again. She calmly wandered with her curious eyes over everything possible, while moving her little hands. This little cutie patootie looked surprised by everyone and everything, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. Taerinnie was already a month old, but she still seemed so small and vulnerable, making you feel touched every time you held her. - Don't look at other men, okay? - he admonished you seriously, taking a few steps towards you. 

You groaned softly, frowning. - Ah, how can I look at other men while wearing tracksuits and sitting at home? - you asked indignantly, and Taemin chuckled, clearly amused by that. - Have you seen yourself? - you reached your hand to his brown, oversized jacket, sighing desperately. Saying he got more handsome every year was surely an understatement. He just looked extremely good today, too good for your poor being and hormones which were slowly starting to regulate, allowing you to notice a little more than just Taerinnie. - I should be the one telling you not to look at anyone else, although... it makes no sense, someone will pick on you anyway, because you look so handsome - you muttered resignedly, letting these naughty thoughts out. 

Your compliment clearly pleased Taemin, who stared at you lovingly. - My darling, somehow... I have to adjust to my beautiful wife. Look how much i had to do, only to match this pretty baby - he said with full conviction, and you snorted quietly. He said it on purpose, but you couldn't help feeling your heart beating faster while hearing those words.

- You should leave now, or you’ll be late -  you reminded Tae, but your hand was still on his chest, not wanting to let go of him. This charming bare face, messy hair, simple but perfectly fitted outfit were affecting you so much today. Taemin leaned down towards Taerin gently, causing her eyes to move to his face. His hand began to gently stroke her little head while the finger of his other hand slipped into her fist. - Be good for mommy, yeah? Don't cry too much at night, because mommy needs to sleep… Aigo, aigo… - he pouted a little, when Taerin’s pacifier slid out from her dad-alike lips. It was corrected as quickly by him - Dad will come soon, I promise. And he will buy you something nice - he assured in a lovely voice, finally pressing his full lips on her forehead. For a few more seconds Tae stared at her with a tender smile, as if he wanted to remember this sight with all his might. After a moment did he look at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to crush Taerinnie in your arms, but to hug you both.

- Any special requests, my princess? - he asked just as tenderly, caressing your side. Taemin always made sure you feel loved, especially when his attention was now divided to two girls in the home. You allowed yourself to think about it for a while, but finally shook your head. There was simply nothing in your mind to ask for. 

- Nothing? Then I'll think of something myself - he chuckled, leaning slightly to your ear. - Will some cute thongs for this equally cute baby be okay? - he asked in a playful voice, his warm breath enfolding your ear.

- Tae - you punched his arm lightly, embarrassed by this proposition. You could be sure now Taem will come back with some piece of pink lingerie, already prepared for the time you two could have sex again. 

- I'm going to miss my girls really badly - he said more quietly and seriously, kissing your forehead. - I'm going to miss my beautiful wife and my adorable daughter so, so much - you felt his thumb lightly stroke your side.

- We'll miss you too - you admitted with a smile, your faces only centimeters apart. Taemin moved even closer, connecting your lips in a delicate kiss. At first it was just an innocent brush of lips, but you held his neck with your hand, deepening the kiss and allowing yourself this moment of complete oblivion, closing your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as Taem willingly allowed you to do this, giving himself completely to you. You pulled away from each other with slightly deepened breaths, your cheeks slightly flushed as a wave of shyness suddenly flooded your mind.

Your hand carefully slid down, releasing him. It should be nothing special, after all, you've been kissing like this for many years. However, your daughter's presence made love, true, sincere love, completely outweigh any lust. 

- Sorry, we shouldn't... - you glanced at Taerinnie, blushing. You were suddenly embarrassed that you had allowed yourself to feel what you felt for Tae in this short moment, waking up woman in mommy state. 

- We should - he replied almost immediately, reaching for your chin and making you look into his dark eyes. - I'm not talking about having sex in front of her, but... why should we be ashamed of the fact that we love each other? If we weren't a great couple, she wouldn't be here at all - he gave you his most charming smile and pecked your lips once again. - I'll see you tomorrow -  Taem said in a low voice, kissing the top of your head and sighing softly. His hand reached quickly for the handle of his suitcase.

It wasn’t that your husband was in a hurry to finally feel freedom. Instead, you could notice how he tried not to look at you both anymore in case he couldn’t leave for work at all. Taemin was so cuddly and absorbed in being a man in the house that parting with you was almost unable to bear.

You hesitated a little as he pressed the doorknob. Something… was missing there. You haven’t said what should be said. 

-Taem? - you asked, approaching him once again.

Tae only had time to glance at you and smile before you reached for the nape of his neck once more and connected your lips briefly, but definitely not innocently. 

- All mine - you said quietly, running your hand down his torso and pulling away to let him finally leave.

- All yours - he replied with a sparkle in his eye and a wide smile, before he closed the door.

You sighed loudly, biting your lip. Being alone for the first time with this little sunshine was actually quite stressful, but you wouldn’t admit that to Taemin on no account.

- So, are we left alone for a girls' night? - you said to Taerinnie as you went to lay her in her crib again. 

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.:~She Loves Me Not~:.

Suddenly reminding her how soft his skin felt under her touch. How goosebumps formed all over his arms when her lips traced his sensitive spot on his exposed neck.

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“So…you’re his girlfriend?” Kibum asked in a curious and observant tone.

“No I’m not his girlfriend” she spoke with calmness as she watched Taemin laughing and jollying with his friends. His smile bright and clear, his laughter sincere and full of joy. His eyes looked so different when they were not half-closed, darkened and clouded with lust.

“Why, don’t you wanna be his girlfriend?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be his girlfriend”

Her eyes fixated on his face, tracing, watching intently. Eyes wandering down his neck to his broad shoulders and chiseled biceps. His skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat.

Suddenly reminding her how soft his skin felt under her touch. How goosebumps formed all over his arms when her lips traced his sensitive spot on his exposed neck.

“I just don’t want to be anyone else’s something”

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[0rgell]

The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants) - JongTae Oneshot

Masterlist

Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: explicit, fluff, roommates AU

Word Count: 6.7k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Jonghyun, who once didn't like his roommate, now likes him a lot. A whole lot.

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants)

Jonghyun couldn’t afford the rent on his apartment anymore, which frustrated Jonghyun because it wasn’t what he planned on. He didn’t want to share his apartment; he picked that apartment, especially because he could afford the rent. However, his capitalist landlord struck him with the worst news a university student working one job could hear: his landlord wanted to increase his rent. This was typical of a landlord and it made Jonghyun resent them all; they were nothing but power hungry, money hungry bastards in his eyes. So he did what anyone would in that situation: he put up an advertisement for a roommate.

When Taemin and Jonghyun first met, Jonghyun didn’t believe that Taemin was old enough to be in university, let alone old enough to have a job to pay the rent. He nearly laughed at Taemin and walked out of the coffee shop. But unfortunately for him, Taemin was too cute to say no to. Also, he found out that Taemin was only a few years younger than him and he was an anthropology major. So they’ve been roommates for six months now and it's taken time for Jonghyun to get used to always having another person around because he loved solitude and found peace in it. Taemin never left the apartment, unless it was to go to university. But Taemin was also messy and it drove Jonghyun mad. Jonghyun was the type of person to clean up after himself; he’d do it right away. Taemin was the type of person who would wait for his mess to accumulate and then clean it up while making it look very painful, like he had never had to clean up after himself before. He was clumsy as well; Jonghyun didn't even know how many porcelains or glasses he’s had to help clean up and replace. 

In retrospect, he should of prepared himself for little things like this. But he didn’t. At least Taemin’s mum always sends side dishes for them to share and she, although he wouldn’t say it out loud, made the most delicious side dishes, better than his own mum. 

Taemin walked into the apartment after finishing his day at university in his—Jonghyun’s—black oversized sweater and joggers and greeted Jonghyun while he was cooking for them. Taemin placed his bag down on the kitchen table as he came up behind Jonghyun, looking over his shoulder and sniffing like a rabbit. “Smells good," he commented and Jonghyun laughed. Jonghyun had become used to Taemin and actually found him endearing in almost every way. His clumsiness that once irritated Jonghyun had now wormed its way into his heart and made Jonghyun want to help him, because now Jonghyun feels like he has to look after him, which he doesn’t mind at all. His mess now makes Jonghyun laugh and think about how fitting it is for Taemin, and his strange obsession with cereal, Jonghyun can deal with it all, he wants to deal with it all. Because it’s all Taemin. 

“Yeah?” Jonghyun turns around and ruffles Taemin’s hair and Taemin leans into his touch like a kitten. “You hungry?” Taemin hums and closes his eyes, moving his head to let him scratch more at the base of his nape, making Jonghyun’s heart flutter. Jonghyun realised his feelings towards Taemin weren’t just platonic three months after he moved in and ever since he acknowledged them, they’ve grown and consumed him. He's gotten over his awkward part but sometimes he still doesn’t know how to act around the other. Because Taemin does and says a lot of strange things that he doesn’t know makes Jonghyun’s heart beat at a stupid rate. Which wasn’t what he wanted. When he first put up the advertisement for a roommate, before Taemin came into his life, Jonghyun was devoted to his studies and had no interest in relationships whatsoever. But Taemin was too hard not to like—so cute, so ditsy. 

“How was Uni?” Jonghyun finds the words to make more conversation because he hasn’t heard Taemin’s voice all day and he misses it.

Taemin pulls away from Jonghyun’s touch and looks at him with wide eyes. “You know that second-year Kibum?” Taemin asks and yes, he does know Kibum; he’s younger than Jonghyun. While Jonghyun is in his last year of his bachelor's degree, Kibum is in his second and Taemin is in his first. Kibum is known by pretty much everyone in the university, or at least anyone with ears and eyes. Kibum is excessively loud in every way—his mouth, his fashion. But apart from all of that, he was the reason Jonghyun realised he was gay. He was the first man Jonghyun ever slept with, and now he’s worried about why Taemin has brought him up.

Cautiously, Jonghyun says, “Yeah, I know him.” 

“He won’t stop bothering me! I don’t even know what he wants.” Taemin states candidly, not giving him time to adjust, the words making Jonghyun freeze on the spot. He tries to concentrate on something that isn’t bubbling up inside him, because he is not jealous. 

“He probably just wants to talk,” Jonghyun says trying to sound as candid as Taemin just did. He isn’t lying, Kibum probably did just want to talk: whether it was the way Jonghyun wanted it to be or not. 

Taemin shrugs and brushes the subject under the rug like he didn’t just make Jonghyun the most jealous person in the world and walks over to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, downing it and then, when Jonghyun can’t take his eyes off him, Taemin winks playfully, “Do I have time to have a quick shower and get changed?” 

And Jonghyun’s heartbeat is driving him mad; he’s sure Taemin knows what he’s doing to his heart because how could he be that oblivious to his red face? “Yeah, sure, do that," he swallowed thickly, trying not to imagine Taemin in the shower. That's inappropriate. So is watching Taemin walk off and staring at his butt, Taemin doesn’t know any of it. He doesn’t know how Jonghyun’s heart craves him or how much he wants to be around him all the time. He doesn’t need to know either. 

Jonghyun busies himself with thoughts like how he needs to buy more eggs and stuff like don’t burn the carbonara because that wouldn’t be good, and he doesn’t have any more money to buy takeout if he fails because he spent it all already on takeouts, restaurants, and rent plus utilities. It’s that time of month when they have to make do with what's in the fridge, and they should really get out of the habit of spending all their money on takeouts and then living on whatever they have left but they are students. 

Taemin returns, hair wet, droplets of water down his neck, blue boxers, and a black hoodie. If Jonghyun thought his life couldn’t get any harder, he was wrong. He can’t just stare, but he wants to still look, so he makes the effort to start a conversation, “Nice shower?” 

Taemin nods and walks to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses and getting a bottle of merlot out of the wine holder, filling the two glasses and bending down, sticking his butt out so he can be eye level with the glasses so he can make sure they are the same. And Jonghyun tries not to look at his butt. “We're in our ‘WEED era’,” Taemin says it out of nowhere and catches Jonghyun by surprise so he turns around and mixes the pasta—like he definitely was just not looking at the other's arse—releasing its doneness. He starts dishing it up into two blue bowls, which are the most recent addition to their collection. What is a ‘WEED era’ and is Taemin taking drugs? Should Jonghyun be concerned? “What's a ‘WEED era’? And how are you sure I want to be involved?” Jonghyun asks; he doesn’t actually care if Taemin includes him. He wants to be included in everything Taemin does, even if it’s as stupid as joining him in a ‘weed era’.  

“Don’t lie, you want to join everything I’m doing." Taemin narrows his eyes, causing Jonghyun to gulp because, can Taemin read his mind? “It stands for ‘we enjoy every day’. I saw it on SNS but actually, it’s pretty cool. So I think I sound pretty cool if I say it. You should be happy I included you.” Taemin is such a nerd and Jonghyun loves it. He loves the way Taemin gets sassy and the way his nose scrunches. He loves the way Taemin puts him on a cliff and then pulls him off the edge but sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes Taemin would push him off the cliff. 

Jonghyun didn’t need to think about that; he needed to think about a reply to Taemin. He needs to come up with the right thing to say, something witty or something that doesn’t sound strained, “You’re such a nerd.” And Taemin scrunches his nose up at his reply; his reaction could have been worse. So that feels like a win for Jonghyun. Jonghyun takes the bowls, sits down, and waits for Taemin to join him.

“You like nerds, though.” Taemin gasps as he walks over to the table with the two wine glasses. “Maybe, oh my. Does that mean you like me?” Jonghyun can handle a lot of things Taemin throws his way but Taemin walking in his tiny boxers and accusing him of liking him is something that he never thought he’d have to handle. Struggling now Jonghyun doesn't know where to look so he settles on staring at his pasta. The most Jonghyun can get out is a throttled chuckle as he feels his ears heat up. Whatever happens, he is not going to admit to liking Taemin; no way will he; he’s not going to mess up their friendship. Feeling like he’s on a bed of hot coals he makes use of his hands, tries to swirl his pasta around his fork and shoves the bit he manages to get into his mouth.   

And Taemin sits down, placing the wine glasses in front of himself and Jonghyun, expectant eyes like a cat and if he had a tail, it would be swaying side to side. Objectively speaking, Jonghyun doesn’t even know if Taemin likes guys so maybe even if he said he did like him, Taemin wouldn’t even bat an eye. But what's the point if there's a slight chance everything could come crashing down? And maybe if he did take it the right way, what if Taemin felt uncomfortable and then he’d be awkward around Jonghyun and maybe he’d even move out? And Jonghyun needs to stop thinking. So he tries to push the thoughts aside and sinks deeper into his chair, drinking his wine and then sinking deeper. Watching Taemin’s plump lips part, a tiny sliver of his tongue pokes out and he takes the edge of his wine glass in between them. He watches as his Adams apple bobs as he swallows the red liquid and a drop collects at the bottom of his lip, making Jonghyun stretch out and swipe his thumb over it. Soft, warm, and pillowy. Jonghyun wishes he could just kiss him, just once. Someone having lips like Taemin should be a sin; there's no way anyone wouldn’t want to kiss them.

And maybe Jonghyun’s finger lingered for a second too long but when he removed it, his finger wasn't there long enough. He should probably say something, anything, like, “Shall we watch a movie after this?” Yeah, something like that. That was good.  

And Taemin makes Jonghyun go sublime as his foot runs down his shin and Jonghyun has to rethink his whole life because, what the fuck, that one touch should not be sending blood straight to his dick and it should not be making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to. But, just saying, I’m not sitting there for an hour while you pick.” Taemin needs to stop talking and let Jonghyun’s brain catch up because it is going to take him a while to reply because all he can see is an angel in front of him. 

Nevertheless, Jonghyun smiles and downs his wine and fills both of the glasses to the top, which, is really bad wine etiquette and he knows that. He’d like to get drunk enough to maybe sleep through the movie so he doesn’t have to think about how close Taemin will be, and he wishes Taemin would have mercy on his poor heart. “I’ll wash up then. You can pick the movie.” Jonghyun says, and he collects the bowls.

Jonghyun scrubs the bowls harsher than he should and the blue paint has chipped off—it doesn’t matter because Taemin will probably break them soon—but maybe if he scrubs them like this, he can distract himself from the thoughts swirling around his head that are so not appropriate. Maybe he can scrub away his feelings as well as his heart until they are just specks, like the specks of paint that are being washed down the drain. He hears Taemin hum in the living room, satisfied, and he knows that Taemin has found something, so he should hurry up and finish abusing the bowls, just like his feelings.

He walks into the living room, surrounded by the ambience of a single candle glowing on the coffee table. The room is dark and Taemin is sitting in the middle of the sofa, looking as pretty as a picture. Jonghyun wishes he could have him right there. He absolutely can't so he picks the spot furthest away from Taemin in the corner of the sofa and he curls his legs up so there is no chance of him accidentally touching Tamein and sending his mind into a spiral. Taemin reaches out to the coffee table grabs one of the glasses and hands it to Jonghyun and he must have brought them in when he was washing the bowls. Jonghyun has no limits on wine and he intends to drink as much as he can so he takes the glass from Taemin, their fingers brushing and sending chills down his spine. He’ll drink to that.  

The horror film Taemin chose feels like it's playing in the background for Jonghyun; he can’t stop staring at Taemin. It’s not Jonghyun’s fault Taemin is more interesting than the film and it’s also not his fault the wine has completely gone to his head. Well, maybe the last part is his fault; his alcohol tolerance is terrible and he drank the wine knowingly because of this. The atmosphere is so cozy and Jonghyun just wants to grab Taemin and pull him into his lap. He doesn’t know if he wants to kiss him and play with his hair or bend him over the sofa until he cries and his legs shake.

The film is over and the wine glasses are empty and if Taemin asks Jonghyun about what happened, he won’t have an answer. He watches as Taemin gets up from the sofa and makes his way to the kitchen out of his sight, so he gets a blanket to cover himself because the winter weather has crept in through their shitty windows that need reinsulating. Feet rushing, slapping, against the wooden floor makes Jonghyun look up in anticipation, slightly worried and slightly excited to just see Taemin again. A little dance in the doorway makes him laugh. Taemin stood there with another bottle of wine in his hand, looking very accomplished with himself. 

“Why are you hogging the blanket?” Taemin asks with a cute scowl on his face as he walks over and sits right next to Jonghyun, shuffling closer and pulling the blanket over him as well. “I got us more wine.”

“I can see that,” Jonghyun muses.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Taemin suggests, but Jonghyun doesn’t need to answer; Taemin will put one on anyway; he knows Jonghyun won’t go to sleep yet. Jonghyun watches as Taemin leans to get the wine glasses, and he catches a glimpse of Taemin's waist, soft and small, and he wants to grab it. He wonders what Taemin would do if he did; would he squirm? Would he laugh and push Jonghyun away, telling him it tickles? Or would he gasp in surprise? 

Taemin sits back down too fast for Jonghyun to even try and he hands Jonghyun his glass which is now full and snuggles into his side, his head resting on Jonghyun's shoulder. Without uttering anything, Jonghyun lifts his arm and moves Taemin’s head to his chest as he wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, as he expected, cute and small. Taemin doesn't actually protest; instead, he does the exact opposite and nuzzles into Jonghyun’s chest. Jonghyun should probably have thought about this beforehand; Taemin will be able to hear his heart. And his heart is pounding at an astronomical rate; if Taemin asks, he’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Yeah. 

Throughout the film, Taemin slips further and further down Jonghyun’s chest and he is now on his thigh, one hand under it and the other on top, as if he doesn’t want Jonghyun to move. Jonghyun is not going to move because he can’t. He’s too busy thinking about not getting a boner. Taemin is so close to his dick and he could easily pull Jonghyun’s joggers down and suck his dick with his perfect lips and he’d look so amazing. Breathe. Jonghyun needs to breathe because Taemin is definitely not going to do that and getting a boner while Taemin’s head is right next to his dick would be so embarrassing and Taemin wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for a week. Taemin does stuff like that; once he walked in on Jonghyun having a shower and he completely freaked out, hand over his eyes, face so red, and apologies spluttering out like quick fire, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye for two weeks after that. And Jonghyun was the one who felt the worst; he hated Taemin avoiding eye contact. He didn’t realise how much he loved Taemin’s eyes and cute fast blinks until he was starved of them. So after that, Jonghyun tried his best to make sure nothing like that could ever happen again. Like now. He can’t get a boner. He can’t. He won’t.

Taemin needs to stop moving because Jonghyun is dying and when Taemin buries his head into Jonghyun’s lap and rubs his face against his thigh, like a cat, a cat that is making Jonghyun’s life so much harder and he should have worn boxers because Taemin just caught the shaft of his dick and forced a deep grunt out of him right from his dick. He’s so screwed. Taemin doesn’t seem embarrassed or perturbed, though. And what takes Jonghyun by surprise is when Taemin does it again, another grunt ripped from his throat. And his dick is now throbbing, half hard, and Taemin doesn’t seem to care. So Jonghyun presses Taemin’s neck down, he’s not sure what he’s doing, but Taemin has frozen, whether it’s from the pressure on the back of his neck or from the realisation of what he was just doing, “Taemin, what are you doing?” Shocked he manages to ask, shocked at how his own voice sounds to his ears. Breathlessly and rougher than it should as if he hadn’t drank water in three days, so he coughs a bit to try and get it back to normal and swallows.  

A whine comes out of Taemin’s mouth, so slutty that it goes straight to Jonghyun’s dick, twitching in his joggers. Stuck on what to do and head spinning, Jonghyun pulls Taemin up by his hair, earning him another noise that can’t quite be described half like a moan and half like a groan. Taemin should really stop making all these noises; they aren't doing Jonghyun any good and Jonghyun really needs to think straight. 

“Taemin, what are you doing?” He asks again with more authority in his voice because he is not going to screw this up and Taemin needs to be coherent for whatever he thinks he’s doing. 

Pink flushed cheeks and fluttering eyes Taemin says, “I want to help you.” All Jonghyun can think is, oh god, and fuck. Taemin looks so sweet but so sinful at the same time, his lips swollen as if he’s been worrying them, and his eyes half-lidded and clouded in a haze of lust. Jonghyun has to dig his heels into the sofa to ground himself. He's trying to think with his brain instead of his dick, but his brain isn’t working; it’s clouded by lust and wine.

“Taemin, what are you talking about?" He needs to get this right. There's no way this is actually happening. Taemin must just be confused, right?

Taemin gives him this look that goes straight to his stomach, only fueling the fire that Taemin started, and he feels caught out for whatever reason. And Jonghyun’s world is shattering and shaking, probably just as much as he is. "Please." There is no way he is actually begging Jonghyun. There is no way. “I know you think of me. I’ve heard you in the shower moaning my name, more than once. Just let me help you, please,” Taemin says in whiney, sultry tones dripping from his mouth.

Taemin doesn’t give Jonghyun time to reply before he palms Jonghyun’s dick through his joggers. Jonghyun’s head falls back and a moan is released from his mouth, submitting to pure hedonism; his mind is wiped blank and he struggles to breathe. He can’t even think about how embarrassed he is that Taemin heard him in the shower, not while Taemin is making him question why he waited so long for this to happen or why he didn’t just make a move on Taemin first, not while Taemin is mouthing his dick through his joggers, turning the light grey fabric to dark grey with his wet patches of saliva. The white heat spreading through his body—feeling something he’s craved for so long—feels like a dream. Not knowing what to do, Jonghyun gips the edge of the sofa, so tight, digging his nails into the poor leather as he tries not to levitate on the feeling as Taemin’s hand slips under his waistband, and when his fingers touch Jonghyun’s dick, his breath hitches. “Taemin.” Jonghyun doesn’t even know why he’s talking; it’s not like he has anything to say after that either. Maybe just to make sure it isn’t a dream and that Taemin is actually there. 

The look in Taemin’s eyes is so mischievous as he pulls the other's joggers down. When they get past his dick, his dick springs back up, slaps his stomach, and Taemin mewls at the sight, making Jonghyun feel crazy. Jonghyun can’t get enough of Taemin’s visuals; he can’t get over the way Taemin is licking his lips at the sight of him so when Taemin blows hot air on his dick, he hardly manages to keep his hips from thrusting up. He never thought Taemin would be such a tease or even be interested in him. 

Taemin doesn’t seem to care what he’s doing to Jonghyun’s mental state. He sits on Jonghyun’s thighs, looking a mix of angelic and demonic, because who thought Taemin would ever be like this? Jonghyun just marvels at Taemin; his thighs look so soft and feel so impossibly soft and warm on Jonghyun; his dick is hard; and there’s a wet patch forming on his blue boxers. It makes Jonghyun shiver at the thought that he has done that to Taemin. 

Taemin drags his finger up Jonghyun’s neck, leaving goosebumps trailing behind until he reaches his jaw and Jonghyun has to suppress a shiver. He stops grabbing Jonghyun’s jaw and smiles, warm and all teeth showing like they would if he smiled at him any other day. Jonghyun feels like he’s just been given whiplash. The seamless change from lust filled cockslut to cute and innocent is absolutely mind boggling to Jonghyun. “You’re so beautiful,” Taemin breathes out and that's the first time Jonghyun has ever been called beautiful. Sure, he’s been called handsome, charming, and other things, but never beautiful . It makes his heart swell and his face glow redder than it did before. If that is possible.

He opens his mouth to reply—he’s not sure what—but is cut off by a pair of warm lips. It takes more than a second for Jonghyun to reciprocate in shock that this is happening and how fast everything is going and when he does, Taemin moans into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the beautiful sounds as he rocks his hips forward, grinding onto Jonghyun’s naked dick. The feeling of Taemin’s warm clothed dick makes Jonghyun release a sound he didn’t think he could make—low, rough, and almost animalistic. With not even a drop of self control left, Jonghyun releases his hands from the sofa and explores Taemin's body, one hand going up his jumper, gabbing his waist soft and warm so tightly that Taemin yelps and the other grabbing his arse, fingers digging into his flesh. He needs something to hold onto; otherwise, he’s not sure what he’ll do.  

Jonghyun can hardly resist the urge to bend Taemin over and fuck him, but Taemin started this so he’s going to let Taemin do the leading. No matter how hard it is or how much Jonghyun wants to be in control. This is real and it is happening so Jonghyun takes the opportunity as best he can. Taemin bites down on Jonghyun’s lip, whimpering into his mouth as his hips continue grinding into him, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain, and once again pulling a grunt from his lip, tongues now exploring each other's mouths, warm, wet, and everything he could ever want. Taemin's arms are now wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck, fingers playing with his short hair at his nape. Fiery passion into every mouth movement, lust and pent up feelings fueling it all, turning them into a beautiful mess of limbs. 

When Taemin moves away from Jonghyun, a string of spit hangs from his mouth as he bites his lip, so Jonghyun just has to lean out and wipe it with his thumb, only for Taemin to take it into his mouth, sucks it and roll his tongue over the pad of his thumb. So needy. Jonghyun is beyond repair now and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to stop replaying that moment in his head. Taemin crawls off the sofa with as much grace and elegance as one can and Jonghyun tries not to huff at the loss of Taemin but when he sees Taemin on his knees between his legs, it's enough for him to moan. Jonghyun has always been someone who loves visuals and Taemin is the epitome of a visual; he is adonis; he is art and poetry. Taemin takes Jonghyun into his hand and pumps at a disgustingly slow, mocking pace, making Jonghyun moan and throw his head back, half satisfied that he’s being touched but half desperately needing some more friction. If Taemin doesn’t stop looking at Jonghyun like that—so beautiful, so sinful, so lustful—he doesn’t know how much longer it will be until he grabs Taemin’s hand and fucks himself into it like a brat, and Jonghyun isn’t a brat. “Wow, you’ve got such a pretty dick,” Taemin says while looking at it, watching as it slides up and down in his hand Jonghyun moans in response. “I want to put it in my mouth.” Taemin expresses his thoughts.

Taemin can do whatever he wants. Normally, when having sex, Jonghyun is the one who's teasing and in control; however, today he’ll let Taemin have him any way he wants. “Do it,” is all that Jonghyun can say almost in a whisper; he’s never wanted anything so bad in his life and Taemin’s lips were made for dick sucking, perfect lips for a blowjob. So when Taemin finally wraps his lips around the head of Jonghyun’s cock so wet and so hot that he’s not sure who is moaning louder, the feeling of Taemin's moans vibrating on his dick makes him see white and he thursts up on instinct into Taemin’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making Taemin moan and roll his eyes back. Every noise that Jonghyun manages to drag from Taemin’s lips with his dick feels like a blessing and he wonders how much more vocal he’d be with his dick buried deep inside him, or even just one finger.

Taemin gets to work, like he’s done this a hundred times, a soft hand like velvet wrapping around the base of Jonghyun’s dick, going in tandem with his mouth. Submitting himself to Jonghyun’s dick as if it were oxygen. The visual is enough to make Jonghyun cum. Taemin looks so beautiful and so slutty. Cheeks and ears flushed, mouth stuffed full of cock, eyes looking up at Jonghyun through his eyelashes, fluttering and glazed with lust. The air in the room is so hot it could be the gates of hell. If Jonghyun wasn’t so indulged in the feeling of Taemin's mouth, he’d believe that he actually was there but right now he’s feeling like heaven. 

Taemin hollows his cheeks and pulls off with a pop, making Jonghyun moan so loudly that he’s nearly embarrassed but he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight as Taemin goes back down on him, using his tongue to swirl around the head and dragging it along all the veins. God. Jonghyun needs this to speed up; he’s been so close to tipping off the edge for what feels like forever so he grabs a fist full of Taemin’s hair and shoves him down, making Taemin practically wail. “So good. You’re so good,” he praises and Taemin releases a whimper and a shiver. Pride swims inside Jonghyun at the reaction and then he realises that Taemin wants to be praised. Taemin deserves all the praise in the world.

He lifts Taemin off by the hair so he can look at him. Taemin sobs at the loss of fullness in his mouth. Taemin is such a dream, so hungry for cock, so beautiful, and for a moment, Jonghyun is mesmerised; lips so swollen dribble down his chin, and he looks so fucked out already. He doesn’t want to imagine what he looks like if this is how fucked out Taemin already looks. 

“You look so pretty. Do you like your mouth full of cock?” He’s not looking for a reply but he definitely got one that was less verbal. Taemin latches back on, moans around his dick and increases his pace as his other hand comes forwards to cup the others' balls. He detaches himself from Jonghyun and presses wet kisses to his balls, licking and slightly sucking, while his other hand continues working up and down Jonghyun's length, making Jonghyun gasp in surprise. “So good,” Jonghyun is a babbling mess moaning out praises like a broken vending machine and the knot in Jonghyun’s stomach is close to releasing, he needs Taemin’s lips back around his dick before it snaps so he grabs Taemin's hair and moves him back to his cock. “Fuck Taemin,” Jonghyun moans, dick on fire, toes curling, hand curling tighter into Taemin’s hair, ready to pull him off for when he cums. But when Jonghyun nearly sees white and goes to pull him off Taemin resists; his hands haven't stopped and his mouth is still full but he slacks it slightly and mumbles around Jonghyun’s dick, “Cum in my mouth, please.” Okay. Taemin doesn’t have to ask Jonghyun twice. One hand grips the sofa as Taemin gets back to work again, cheeks hollowed, sucking at an insane pace, hands doing indescribable things. Jonghyun’s dick is hitting the back of Taemin’s throat over and over again, until he feels dizzy and euphoric. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his eyes rolling back and trying to keep them open and his head from going slack so he can watch as he fills Taemin’s mouth full of cum. 

“Fuck – I’m –” His grip in Taemin’s hair tightens, and Taemin’s hand strokes him quickly, up and down, up and down, lips tightening around him, tongue dancing in patterns, body tensing as he reaches his orgasm, hips bucking up, mind blank, white sparks appearing in front of his eyes as Taemin milks him, cum filling up Taemin’s mouth, a small bit dribbling down the corner of his mouth, his whole body contracting as little electric shocks tingle through him. His hands fall lifelessly, letting go of Taemin’s hair, and his body feels like the life has been sucked out of it. And when Taemin finally lets go of his dick and smiles up at him, he thinks he’s in heaven. Taemin gets off his knees and sits next to Jonghyun and Jonghyun can’t help but notice how much the wet patch on Taemin’s boxers has grown. He reaches out for Taemin and pulls him in for a kiss, not caring if he can taste himself; just so intoxicated by the miracle called Lee Taemin, nothing else matters. 

Once Jonghyun has caught his breath and fallen out of his daze, though every second he’s near Taemin feels like one, he moves his hand up Taemin’s thigh, pulling little noises out of him, wanting to bite and leave marks on his soft, pale skin. But before he can even take action on that thought, Taemin’s phone rings. 

Fuck. 

Taemin grabs it, looks at who's calling and gives Jonghyun a dejected smile, “It’s my mum… I should answer.” 

“Yeah… you should,” Jonghyun says as much as he wants Taemin all to himself. To hide him from the world. But he can’t do that, not from Taemin’s own mother. 

Taemin nods and walks out, takes the call, and Jonghyun is left to nurse his feelings as they have now swelled to double the size, taking over his body so much it might burst, but he would be happy with that as long as his last thoughts were Taemin. He can’t get the sweet sounds that fell from Taemin’s lips out of his head. He can’t help but think about what Taemin would sound like in other situations while Jonghun is giving and Taemin is receiving. The wine has mostly lost its effect and Jonghyun is just floating on pure ecstasy, floating in the afterglow Taemin has given him. 

Taemin is only gone for a few minutes and comes back in, looking sheepish. He smiles and sits back down next to Jonghyun, burying himself into his side, hiding his face in Jonghyun's shoulder and playing with his hands. “Is everything okay?” Jonghyun feels the need to ask, but he can’t help but look at Taemin with adoration, so shy and so cute and somehow he’s managed to curl up so small. 

“Yeah, my mum wants me to come over and help her with her computer tomorrow,” Taemin replies, still not looking Jonghyun in the eyes, pink ears peeking out from his hair. Jonghyun feels an itch in his fingers to stroke his hair so he lets his hand scratch Taemin’s head.

“Taemin.” Jonghyun starts but he’s not sure where to finish. There are so many things he wants to say and ask but he’s not sure how to.

Taemin looks at him now, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re such a pervert,” Taemin says in a teasing manner, making Jonghyun’s mouth fall open in shock at the sudden accusation.

“What?” Jonghyun asks in utter confusion. Where did the shy little Taemin go? And what even is Taemin on about?

Taemin hums, satisfied with the reaction he got. “You wank off to the thought of me in the shower and thought I wouldn’t know? The walls are literally made of cardboard,” he smiles again, this time the teasing is wiped from his demeanour. “It’s okay, though. It’s hot and I wouldn’t have known you thought about me in that way if I hadn’t heard.” Now Taemin is blabbering his words.

Now it’s Jonghyun’s turn to be embarrassed, but it’s not like he can deny it because he has done that, more times than he is proud of. “I don’t only think of you that way, Taemin. I do actually really like you.” Jonghyun has now let out his feelings, feeling more naked than he did when Taemin was in between his legs. Taemin’s silence is slicing him up like glass and he waits to be turned down, have his heart crushed, and be laughed at. But Taemin would never laugh at him, right? Taemin isn’t like that.

“I like you too.” Jonghyun’s heart swells. “Maybe if you take me on a date and buy me food, I’ll let you fuck my arse,” Taemin replies nonchalantly and absolutely shamelessly, and Jonghyun nearly chokes.

As Jonghyun lets go of the breath he is holding, the laugh that escapes him is loud and sudden and ripples through his body. “Taemin, I already buy you food, and I’ll take you on a date anyway; you don’t need to bribe me,” Jonghyun says after he calms down from laughing. Jonghyun would love to take Taemin out on a date. It's not like he doesn’t take Taemin out for dinner all the time and pay for his food anyway. But if that is what Taemin wants, Jonghyun will give him anything. Everything. 

Taemin pouts, “You don’t want to fuck me?”

Of course, he wants to fuck Taemin. Why wouldn't he? If he didn’t, he’d have to be blind or crazy. He’s already crazy, though; just staring at Taemin makes his heart go crazy. “Of course I do! I just don’t need a bribe to take you out on a date.” Jonghyun splutters, stumbling over his words like an idiot, as his heart drops at Taemin’s statement.

A smug smile takes place on Taemin’s face, one that Jonghyun knows, one that says: I was just teasing you . Taemin gets as close as he can to Jonghyun and straddles his legs, looking at him deep in his eyes and Jonghyun swears he can see the world in the others. Two soft hands grab Jonghyun’s face and he’s met with two very soft, inviting lips. Although the kiss is only short, it’s sweet and carries weight. “Good, because if you didn’t say anything, I would have only let you take me out on a date, and you’d get no benefits after,” Taemin laughs, bubbly, hiccuping, and bright. Music to Jonghyun’s ears.

“I guess our date can’t be tomorrow then,” Jonghyun says with sadness lacing his voice a little upset that he can’t take Taemin out as soon as possible. He knows that Taemin can’t drop everything for him and he is being unreasonable getting upset about it. He can take Taemin out whenever he wants after tomorrow; it's only one extra day.

“What? Why?” Taemin asks as quickly as he can, leaning back a bit, and distancing himself from Jonghyun.

Jonghyun laughs at Taemin’s pouty face, completely in awe of him. He leans forward and circles his arms around Taemin’s waist. “You have to help your mum with her computer.” He reminds him.

Taemin now adds a frown to the mix, and he’s so devastatingly cute Jonghyun feels like he might burst. “Oh. Oh… well, can’t we go after I’m finished?” He questions and then his eyebrows pull deeper and deeper while waiting for Jonghyun to answer.

And how could Jonghyun possibly say no to Taemin? How could he ever deny Taemin? Instead of answering, he grabs his face and pulls him in for a long, sweet kiss. “Of course.” 

“Good, I would have sulked otherwise,” Taemin admits, beaming so brightly at Jonghyun.

“It’s not just because I want to fuck your arse, either.” Jonghyun jokes, and they both look at each other once again and laugh. Jonghyun is feeling incredibly warm as feelings bubble up in his stomach. Maybe nerves but all he knows is that he gets to take Taemin out on a date tomorrow. So he’s happy with whatever feelings come because he’s got Taemin.

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. 

Everyone have a lovely day, Orgel 🌸

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[namelessdubu]

I just decided I will start promoting my SHINee fanfictions on AO3.

So as an introduction: I write canon compliant (with a few exceptions), I dedicate mostly to Minkey but I've been trying with some Onyu aswell as 2Min and Jongkey. I love writing long romantic/drama trops but they usually have some smut (at least a bit), I also write quite some PWP because hey life's short.

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[writemekpop]

Love Doctor | Lee Taemin

5K Follower Series Ep. 28

Summary: You pretend to faint to see sexy doctor Taemin. What happens when he figures out your lie?

Genre: Doctor!Taemin x Patient!Y/n, smut 

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt: “I promise I’ll be good.”

The hard tiles of the hospital floor turn into the soft grasp of a man’s arms. 

You crack one eye open. Yes! Just as you hoped, it’s Taemin, or Dr Lee, as he’s better known - one of Seoul City General’s best doctors. 

His handsome black fringe has fallen loose, and his forehead is creased with concern. You relish the feeling of his strong, muscled arms supporting you. His smell… it drives you crazy. 

You shut your eye again. After all, you are meant to be fainting right now.  

Over the past few months, you’ve been coming in to Taemin’s clinic, pretending to have one illness or another. Anything to spend a little time with him. This time, you got even more daring – by pretending to faint in the waiting room.

The fear of getting caught was totally worth it for the sweet bliss of being in Taemin’s arms.  

He’s not your average doctor – unless your average doctor is drop-dead gorgeous, ripped, and just about the kindest human being on earth.

The craziest thing is, he seems to have no idea that he makes people swoon left, right and centre. 

Even now, you can hear whispers of, ‘Unfair!’ and ‘I want Dr Lee to carry me…” from the other patients.  

Soon, you’re propped up with pillows in the bed in his office, and Taemin is taking your pulse. When his fingers touch your wrist, electricity jolts up your arm. 

A few moments later, he crosses his arms, frowning. “Y/n… I’ve got to admit it. I’m a little concerned.” 

Your heart jumps into overdrive. Has Taemin realised you’re faking it? 

“This is the third time you’ve come in this past two months. Now, you’re fainting. But I can’t seem to find what’s wrong with you. Everything seems normal…” 

Your heart skips a beat. This is your worst nightmare. 

Only, what he says next is worse. 

Taemin nods grimly. “I think we’ll have to take further action. Is it okay if I make you a referral to a cardiologist?”

Your eyes widen. “N-no, I’m sure that won’t be necessary!”

Taemin smiles a little. “Don’t worry, we’ll get this cleared up soon.” 

You jump up off the bed and stretch your arms. “Ac-actually, I think I feel fine!” You start doing jumping jacks, your shoes squeaking on the floor. “All fixed. No need to call anyone.” 

Taemin’s eyes widen at your nimble movement. “How did you just- aren’t you dizzy?”

You realise that in your eagerness… you forgot to act sick. A person who just fainted would not be doing jumping jacks right now. 

Taemin’s brows crease deeper. “Y/n…” 

And that’s when you realise. You blew it. He’s worked it out. 

You sit down, letting your head hang. “I’m sorry.” 

Taemin’s voice sounds the most serious you’ve ever heard it; usually he’s warm and friendly. “You’re telling me you pretended to be sick all this time? Y/n – why would you do that?” He sighs. “I thought better of you.” 

You look up, your heart sinking at the coldness in his tone. “No! I have a reason.”  

His deep brown eyes bore into yours, more intense than ever. “What possible reason could you have?” 

You take a deep breath. “What if I said it was… for you?” 

Taemin’s mouth opens, then shuts again. He blinks, his movements jerky, like he’s so shocked he’s glitching. “You … but- but-“ 

Taemin can’t believe what he’s hearing. You, Y/n, went to the massive effort of having yourself carted off the to the nurse’s office for months just because you like him?  

He knows he’s considered attractive. Chocolates and wine bottles fill his desk every morning, and elderly ladies ask him to be their boyfriend just about once a week. But he never really cared about any of those people. They weren’t… you. 

 Suddenly, he realizes that he’d been having a dodgy feeling about your ‘fainting spells’ for a while. Deep down, he knew you were faking.

He must have pushed those doubts down, because he just wanted to see you one more time. To see you, with your black hair scruffily pushed into a ponytail, still managing to look breath-taking. To have you tease him, talk to him not as a doctor, but… as a man. To hold you in his arms, breathe in your maddening scent and imagine just for a second that you’re his. 

And now you like him back.  

He feels like he’s dreaming. 

Taemin sits down on the bed beside you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. His voice is fast, feverish.  

“I really- really shouldn’t.” But your neck is so close to his lips, and he can’t really think straight. 

“This is breaking every rule in the book. I mean, you wasted hospital time… I could… report you.” But even as he speaks, his words are getting slower, more tangled up. 

You’re turning to face him, your eyes dark and so, so open. Did you always have such thick lashes? Were your eyelids always rose-tinted, your skin so chocolatey brown? 

“I made a… I made an oath…” 

You press your lips to his, just for a second, and it’s like a shock to every nerve ending in Taemin’s body. 

Taemin pushes you off, but gently, just because the kiss felt so good he’s sure he’ll lose control, and he can’t afford that. Not here.  

“This… can’t happen. You’re my patient,” Taemin insists. His hand still rests on your chest from when he pushed you off. He quickly removes it. 

You say, “And what if I’m not your patient anymore?”

Your heart is beating in double time. This is the moment when Taemin will brush you off, tell you you’re too young, or he has a girlfriend, or he just doesn’t see you that way. 

Taemin says, “Then… we’ll just have to find somewhere else to meet.” A smile breaks out onto his face, and it’s so handsome it could make birds sing, like Disney. 

Warmth floods your body. Taemin likes you back! Your relationship could be more than fake-patient and doctor! 

You grin. “How about that cute little music café on the next street, in a month’s time? I’ll have a new doctor by then.” 

Taemin narrows his eyes playfully. “It still hurts to think of you going to some other doctor.” 

You smirk. “Well, who’s going to treat me when you break my heart?” 

Smiling, he shoots back, “As if. You’re the heartbreaker. I can just sense that you have a long list of ruined ex boyfriends.” 

You tap his nose. “You better watch that attitude or you’ll be joining that list, mister.” 

Taemin grins. “You mean to say… I’m your boyfriend?” 

A blush hits your cheeks. You were caught out. “Maybe…” 

Taemin’s eyes burn into yours. He takes your hand, lifts it to his lips and gently kisses it. “It would be an honour to be your boyfriend, Y/n.”

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[skzhocomments]

Broken hearts can heal - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic (COMPLETED) - Story Masterlist

Pairing: Minho (of SHINee) x OC (name: Da-Eun. The story is written in 2nd person, so there's lots of yous)

Genre: angst, romance, fluff, mature

Word Count: ~32k

Warnings: mature, swearing, feelings of hopelessness, angst, depression, pregnancy, death, crying, explicit sexual content, and others.

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

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

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

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Summary:

Your life has always been far from ideal; a never ending struggle, daily shifts at the restaurant just to get some money to pursue your dream of studying psychology. It's been hard, except for the last few months. Ever since you met him, you've been truly happy. A house, a baby on the way… everything fell into place somehow, and for the first time in your life you felt that things were perfect. Until they weren't. Everything changed in the blink of an eye. You've been taught time and time again that life couldn't be perfect. Why did you think it's going to be different this time?

This story is a rollercoaster of emotions that's going to bring you an existential crisis since you'll be feeling every negative and positive emotions one can feel while reading.

It will be divided into more parts.

The story and cover are original and my property. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. Da-Eun, the protagonist, is a made-up character. SHINee members or any other famous people mentioned along this story DO NOT represent their true character in any way, they are simply mentioned in order to provide a visual representation for the readers. Their personas obviously have nothing to do with their true personalities. They're just characters I've created for this story, so please don't take this too seriously.

Mature content ahead. 18+

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Chapter I - How we all met - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter II - Gifts around the dinner table - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter III - In the blink of an eye - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter IV - Home is a person - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter V - An oddly familiar feeling - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter VI - The Birth - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter VII - Exhaustion - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter VIII - Are you moving on? - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter IX - Losing your temper - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter X - Make up - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter XI - Surprise visit - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter XII - Company dinner - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter XIII - Late Honeymoon - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter IV - Today marks one year - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter XV - Three years later (Final Chapter) - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

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[neomujinjja]

The Boy on the Bike

Pairing: None

Genre: Angst, Thriller(?), Mystery

Warning: not edited, Mentions of taemin being missing, talk of being watched, kidnapping, lots of crying

Synopsis: Years after Taemin is declared missing, an documentary crew reach out to you. You retell the event and the days leading up to it as Taemin's childhood best friend.

Note: This came to me after Taemin's Guilty trailer was released and from Twitter (X) theories. Please don't read if reading anything in this will upset you/ heed the warnings I've put. I have an more upbeat/fluffy alternative version that is still based off of Taemin's Guilty teaser photos (it's linked below)

Original

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"I met Taemin 2 weeks after I moved into my grandparent's home. He was my neighbor and first friend" You told the interviewer. "You could always see him riding his bike around the neighborhood" You smiled sadly as you thought back to those times.

"How was it like being friends with Taemin?" the interviewer asked you.

"He was caring, smart, and so much fun. You'd never find another friend like him in your life. Despite our guardians forcing us to hang out, Taemin introduced me to his friends, took me around town and made me feel included."

The reporter smiled at your answer. "Could you tell me about the day Taemin went missing?" She asked. You nodded as you took a deep breath.

"The days leading up to it, he had been complaining about the feeling of being watched"

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"Y/N!" Taemin whispered yelled as he threw rocks at your window. It was early in the morning so he was being careful as to not disturb the neighbors.

You opened your window and peeked your head out. "Taemin? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for your routes?" You asked with confusion.

"Come with me."

"What?"

"Come with me. I just don't want to do them alone."

You nodded before closing your window again. This isn't the first time you've done the male's newspaper route with him but it was odd of him to ask like this. You wrote a note letting your grandparents know that you had left with Taemin before walking outside.

"So...Is there a reason why you want a buddy?" You asked Taemin as you grabbed your bike.

He seemed to contemplate before shaking his head. "You wouldn't believe me" Taemin said. The two of you setting off on your bikes.

"Not True!" you argued back looking at the male.

"I keep having this feeling that someone is watching me and my every move" he finally spoke after a long pause.

"What! How long?" Your bike staggers from the shock at his statement. Taemin just shrugs in response.

-

"I went with Taemin on his routes for about a month until I got sick" You say. Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about that day. "Could I have a moment, please?" You ask the interviewer and their crew. She nods and motions for the cameramen to stop recording.

"Take your time," the woman tells you, rubbing your arm in attempt to bring you some comfort. While you had worked through the guilt with your therapist, you couldn't help but wonder if Taemin would still be here if you had gone with him.

-

Taemin pushed you back into your grandparent's house and to your room. You make sounds of protest "I could still go on your routes with you!" you whisper yell at the male.

"No, you lay down and get some rest" Taemin replies as he tucks you into your bed. "I'll come see you when I'm finished with my route, okay?" he tells you as he caresses the side of your face. "Feel better" the male says as he leaves the room.

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You were surprisingly woken up by your grandmother frantically opening your room door. She has tears streaming down her face as she embraces you. "You're safe. Thank god, you're safe" she says.

"What's wrong, grandma?" you ask, confused by her actions.

"Taemin's missing. He hasn't returned from his routes yet and they found his bike on the side alone." Your grandma explains to you. "Since you've been going with him, I was worried about you too" she continues as you get up from your bed. You hurry to put socks and shoes on at the news.

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"That morning was the last time I saw Taemin. We spent months looking for him after the discovery of his bike but with no luck. The police still have no clue about what exactly happened to Taemin."

"And you have reason to believe that it's whoever was watching Taemin around that time?" the reporter asks with a curious look. You nod, explaining that the only clue you have to the male's disappearance. "Is there anything you want to say if Taemin is out there or to his kidnapper?" the woman asks at the end of your interview.

"If you know anything about what happened to Lee Taemin, please just tell us what happened. Bring his family and friends some closure; it's the least we deserve after all these years. And Taemin, if you're still out there. Come back home, your parents are waiting for you and we all miss you. I would love to have my best friend again" You say looking into the camera for the first time since you sat down. You had tears in your eyes again with a few spilling over your waterline to your cheeks.

#kpop imagines #kpop fanfiction #taemin imagine #taemin fanfic #kpop angst #taemin angst #taemin #kpop mystery #taemin mystery #kpop #i'm sorry #please read the warnings #shinee #shinee taemin #lee taemin

[avianyuh]

insecure~kai

{aka Jongin}

Summary: In which Jongin is dating you, a non-idol, who feels inadequate compared to his past relationships and is afraid to go public.

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You had meet Jongin two years ago and the attraction was instant. You started dating very soon after you met. By your first anniversary, he had told you he loved you and vice versa. Your friends loved him and thought he was great for you. You adored him and supported his career, you were his number one fan. Problem was, you weren't an idol and to be completely honest...Jongin's past relationship history bothered you a bit. He had only been in public relationships with two idols. Not to mention, very popular idols who frequently modeled for designer brands and were considered to be 'it-girls'.

To summarize, his ex's made you feel inadequate. Now because Jongin has had two public relationships, he's not afraid to go public with you and had mentioned several times that he wanted to 'show you off'. You knew he hated hiding your relationship and it's a green flag that he wants to take the relationship public. You just couldn't bring yourself to agree. The first time he asked was two months after your first anniversary. Your response was that you simply weren't ready to go public and though disappointed, Jongin understood.

The second time he had asked was four months later after he held a fan sign event and a fan told him that she wished that he'd find love soon. Now part of him wanted to come clean then and there and proclaim that he had indeed found love, but he knew it wasn't right to do that without your permission. So when he went home, the first thing he did was tell you about his interaction with his fan. He looked down at you with hopeful eyes and asked again if he could announce your relationship. But yet again, you told him no, you weren't ready. To this Jongin asked why you didn't feel ready.

"I don't understand...are you not sure about our relationship?", he asked, his tone laced with sadness as he anticipated your answer.

"No Jongin, it's not that...I just don't think I'm the person your fans imagined you with.", you explained with your head down. Too embarrassed to face him. He immediately stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the tightest, cozy, reassuring hug.

"That's nonsense", he whispered, "They'll love you. But I'll wait a little longer if that's what you want."

Three months later and you're still afraid of what people might say about you. It wasn't uncommon to lay awake at night, staring up at the ceiling imagining all of the horrible things people would say about you as Jongin slept peacefully at your side. You'd think about all the comparisons people would make between you and his exe's. Every time they accomplished something, you imagined people would drag your name through the mud. A part of you knew that this was all in your head. The few times you mentioned it to your friends they'd call you crazy. And though he didn't mention it often, you knew Jongin was growing impatient having to keep his love life hidden.

So as January approached and Jongin's birthday drew closer, along with the many gifts you had been secretly stashing away for him in the apartment, you started plotting the big gift that you knew he'd love: You're approval to go public.

On Jongin's birthday, you spent the whole day with him and threw a party for him. His members were there along with many of his close friends. When everyone went home and the two of you were seated on the couch, scrolling through your phones looking at all of the pictures you took, Jongin stopped scrolling and landed on one that Taemin took of you and Jongin.

Jongin was sitting at the table with his birthday cake in front of him, a big smile on his face. You were standing behind him and had your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you kissed his left cheek. Jongin stared at the photo, mimicking the same smile, "I wish I could post this...", he sighed.

"Then post it.", you said nonchalantly as you continued to look at the photos. He turned to look at you, a confused look evident on his face.

"What?", he asked. You laughed and shrugged your shoulders.

"Post it, it's a nice photo.", you said.

"But...but that means people will know we're dating, thought you weren't ready?", Jongin explained as he fully turned to face you.

"I've had a change of heart, I want people to know we're dating.", you explained, looking into his eyes.

"I love you Y/n", he said as he kissed you and pulled you into his arms.

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[cuddlepilefics]

Sprained ankle (short)

Fandom: Shinee/SuperM

Sickie: Taemin

Caregivers: Minho & Jongin

No one’s POV.:

How long had they been practicing? Taemin didn’t know, couldn’t possibly remember. Since all their groups had different schedules, him, Baekhyun and Jongin hadn’t been able to practice with the other SuperM members. While Baekhyun was away on solo promotions, Taemin and Jongin tried to catch up to what they had missed. They had recording sessions, squeezed in between their individual schedules and earlier that week, a choreographer had taught them the new dances, well aware that the two could practice by themselves after being shown the choreography. He also gave them a recording, so they could watch and teach themselves whenever they got the opportunity to.

Taemin and Jongin had met up outside their official schedule almost every night to practice the new choreographies. They were the main dancers of their individual groups, so they had a reputation to uphold and if that meant sacrificing their sleep in order to perfect their dancing, so be it. Taemin’s head ached from the lack of sleep and he had seen Jongin down two painkillers earlier too, though the younger didn’t mention what was bothering him. The endless hours of additional dance practice left them both incredibly sore and their groups had already started go worry, though they knew that sometimes this hard work was what it took to achieve their success.

Having completely switched to auto-pilot, Taemin executed the moves from muscle memory, his mind blank. It seemed like he was looking at himself in the large mirror to monitor his dancing but he wasn’t actually aware of what he saw or did. Only an intense pain shooting up his leg and his vision tilting sideways brought Taemin back to focus, though not in time to catch himself. “Shit! Are you okay, hyung?”, Jongin gasped, dropping into a crouch next to his friend. Gritting his teeth as he sat up, Taemin forced out: “Ugh, yeah. Think so.” The younger offered Taemin a hand and pulled him up, only for him to stumble immediately.

“Fuck!”, Taemin hissed, clinging to Jongin’s shoulder for support, “I hurt my ankle. Just realized when I tried to put weight on it.” Suppressing a curse of his own, Jongin helped the older limp over to their bags where he sat down and dropped his aching head back against the wall. While Taemin dried his face and started to unlace his shoe, Jongin offered: “Do you want me to call anyone? Any of your members or your manager?” – “None of the members”, the other groaned, studying the already developing bruise around his ankle, “I hope they’re asleep ‘cause our schedules have been tough. Maybe my manager or one of the company drivers? It’s already starting to swell, so I should probably get it looked at maybe have an x-ray taken.” – “I’ll call your manager”, Jongin nodded sympathetically, “He can take you to the hospital and adjust your schedules depending on the diagnosis.”

While they waited for Taemin’s manager to come and pick him up, Jongin got a bottle of ice cold water from a vending machine and poured it onto his friend’s towel before carefully draping the cold fabric around his ankle, hoping to dull the pain a little. “Thanks”, Taemin panted, “I’ll text you once I know how serious it is. Hope it’s just a sprain.” Jongin hummed in agreement, contemplating whether he should continue practicing on his own or call it a day to avoid injuring himself due to his exhaustion.

When Taemin had left with his manager, Jongin took a bathroom break to make up his mind and assess just how bad his exhaustion was. On his way back to the practice room, he ran into Minho, the older not yet having headed home. Jongin quickly told Minho about the accident and the other advised him not to keep practicing or else he might hurt himself too. Once they parted, Minho called their manager and agreed to meet them at the hospital.

Surprisingly, the waiting area wasn’t as packed as Minho had feared it’d be and he joined their manager, taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. There were no updates yet but they distracted themselves from the wait by discussing the possible changes that could be made to the groups schedule to accommodate Taemin’s recovery. Eventually, Minho looked up to see his dongsaeng hobbling towards them on crutches.

“Just a sprain”, Taemin announced with a tired smile, “What are you doing here, hyung?” – “I ran into Jongin and he told me what happened, so I wanted to see how you’re doing and if you need help”, Minho explained, “If you want, you can stay with me for a couple of days. I can help you out while you’re on crutches.” The younger felt the need to refuse, not wanting to burden his hyung but he was also exhausted to the bone and tired of being alone. It was especially at times of overlapping schedules and physical injuries that his mind questioned why he was doing this to himself and if it was the right path. Maybe he’d go with Minho, if just for the company and comfort he provided.

“’m so glad they gave me something for the pain”, Taemin yawned as they got into the car, “I can still feel it pulsing but my head feels better.” – “What about your head? You didn’t hit it when you fell, did you?”, Minho frowned worriedly. The younger shook his head before resting it on Minho’s shoulder, breathing: “My head was killing me earlier. Probably why I didn’t pay attention and tripped myself in the first place. The headache’s gone now though.” – “You’re unbelievable “, the older sighed, “You should’ve rested before it reached that point, you fool.” A sleepy smile played across Taemin’s face because he could hear the fondness in the other’s voice despite the scolding.

Taemin must have fallen asleep on Minho’s shoulder somewhere along the way because the next thing he knew was his hyung shaking him, encouraging: “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs and I’ll fetch you an icepack for your ankle before you’re going to sleep. Can’t let your exhaustion make you even clumsier and get you into more trouble.”

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[jonghyuns-husband]

To all the Shawols that still write for Jonghyun (especially if it’s smut), thank you so much for making me feel like I am not the only person who still fantasise waking up next to him, feeling his smell and even cuddling him in bed. And for you to unapologetically still love him the way you did just over 5 years ago and not change a thing brings some sort of closure of my pure Shawol soul trapped away for me to be the person everyone expects me to be on the day-to-day life. I love how our community consists with like-minded people with the same beliefs as me and wouldn’t harass or even judge me for anything that I do. Thank you.

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[youaremycosmo]

《my cutest psychopath》 taemin x reader scenario

Em, first thing - i don't know what i just wrote. It's definitely sth different ^^ Second thing - all inspired just from this photo, actually fiancé Taemin is supposed (you can imagine him as you want ofc) to look like in 2017-2018, but gosh this gaze?? Third thing - if some of you are waiting for smut from me, not worthy at all XD Word count// 974 words (such a shortie)

Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Taemin just after your wedding turns out to be a well-hidden psychopath who wants to have you all for himself. But not in real life.

Genre// fluff (?)

Warnings// um, handcuffing, dominance MASTERLIST

It was supposed to be the most pleasant morning in your life. 

The first morning no longer as a fiancée, but as a wife.

Lee Taemin's wife.

It sounded so... unreal. After all those long years, so satisfying and exciting.

You slowly opened your eyes, expecting either a kiss on your forehead and him asking with a hoarse voice if his love was up already, or his handsome face, still deep in sleep.

But you definitely didn't expect this.

- Eh? - you glanced at your hands, placed unnaturally upwards. Were those... handcuffs? Strapped to the bed...? What...?

With an uncomprehending look, you tried to move your legs, but they turned out to be tied too, preventing you from moving.

What the actual hell...?

Your breath suddenly deepened, trying to remember last evening while staring at the bed in nerves. Did somebody kidnap you? Or dropped something in your drink?

Finally, your attention turned to the man who was sitting across from you. 

Taemin, your husband, just sat in a huge armchair, his hands behind his neck, with a face deep in thought.

His eyes, now sharp and piercing, were so different from the warm and loving ones you saw every day.

He didn't speak. Not a word. He just stared. Like a complete stranger. 

- Taemin, what is this? - you said with slight panic, tugging on the cold metal once more. - Why are you sitting there? Free me... Is this some kind of joke? Very funny - you rolled your eyes, as usual, unable to understand his rather specific humor.

But he didn't smile. His face didn't move even an inch.

- Taemin-ah - you raised your voice, trying to correct your position a little. Unfortunately, those handcuffs didn't give you a chance to do that, moreover you could feel how they encroached your wrists causing slight pain.

- I wonder what to do with you, wifey - his deep voice finally cut the air, while his dark eyes moved over your body. This lack of any emotion slowly felt terrifying.

- What a stupid question, take it off from me - you said impatiently, struggling even more. - Okay, we had a laugh, but I feel like peeing... - you groaned, hoping that this would end this stupid joke. Taem never was the best when it came to spice things up, but that wasn’t even entertaining. 

- You're my wife now, so… - he finally changed position, resting his elbows on his tights. You search for any signs of amusement in this gaze, but without any success. - I think it's impossible, when you’re talking to me like that. 

- What is impossible? - you furrowed your eyebrows, disbelieving what you saw and heard. Cold shiver just came along your spine. - Taemin, I need to use the bathroom - you empathized, wanting this strange roleplaying to end.

- I'll consider it if you ask nicely - he replied, showing his extraordinary satisfaction with what he said.

Finally he smiled, but it wasn’t so bright anymore. He clearly derived pleasure putting you in this state, all vulnerable and not able to do anything without his help.

- My wife will ask me for everything now. And if you disobey... you'll spend a lot of time in this position - he shrugged as if it was completely normal. 

Silence. 

There was a long silence in which you wondered if he couldn’t notice you didn’t enjoy it or it was all… serious. You slowly raised your eyes to him again. The air in the room was suddenly suffocating.

Did you... just marry a psychopath? But... Taemin was never like this. He was always... okay, he was always jealous. Maybe a little restrictive. Could he hide for half of his life just to…

- You're mine. Completely mine. Isn't it wonderful? No way out here... - his happy voice melted somewhere in your head, while he stood up, coming to you. 

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- Wake up, sleeping princess - you heard his lovely voice, while he kissed your cheek like every morning. You groaned loudly in your pillow, wanting to prolong this sleepy state, especially when it was your free day. 

But then you opened your eyes widely and suddenly raised to a sitting position, causing Taem to almost fell off from the bed. You carefully stared at everything near you, searching for things you saw in your dream.

- I know you don’t like waking up, but this was… extraordinary - Tae laughed, sitting again on the bed in a safe place. - You could just say you want 5 minutes more - he pouted a little, reaching to the bedside table for a large mug, probably with coffee.

But you stared at Tae with a lot of caution, even as he tried to hand it to you.

- Something's wrong? - he tilted his head, frowning.

- I... I had a strange dream, you know? - you ruffled your messy hair even more. - I kind of… woke up and… - you bit your lip before saying it out loud. - You were a… psychopath… I… guess…

- Me? Psychopath? - Taemin giggled, leaning on his hand. His eyes were so attentive, like you just said the funniest joke in your life. - What, have I tried to eat you?

- Eat me? - now you tilted your head, not understanding anything.

- Well, if I had to do something to you, I'd probably eat you. You're so adorable sometimes - he laughed even harder, leaning to you and biting the tip of your nose delicately. - But... I would be sad then, who would kiss me? - he asked more to himself, puffing his cheeks.

You chuckled to yourself, staring at him. Taemin definitely couldn't be a psychopath, he was too cuddly for that.

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[curlslovekpop]

Videogames and Chill?

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Genre: Slice of life, love story

Pairing: Lee Taemin (SHINee) x Original Female POC Character

Warnings: Mature content, Sexual content 🔞

———— Pausing for a moment, he whispered in a husky voice, his breath warm against her, making her tremble, "Christina, are you a virgin?" ————

In Taemin's room, a cozy haven for the two of them, Taemin and Christina find themselves engrossed in a shared hobby - video games. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of the TV illuminating their faces. Christina, having honed her gaming skills, lies on her stomach, her eyes fixed on the screen as her character fearlessly battles an Oark.

As Christina's fingers expertly maneuver the controller, Taemin positions himself against the wall, his gaze anchored on her every move. With unwavering focus, he observes her gameplay, appreciating the strategy and precision she brings to each action. Taemin can't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for Christina's quick thinking and the smart tricks she employs to gain the upper hand.

The room is filled with a sense of camaraderie as Taemin becomes Christina's trusted ally, offering valuable advice and tips to enhance her battle tactics. He eagerly shares his knowledge, pointing out hidden secrets and potential strategies that she can employ to overcome challenges. With each successful maneuver she executes, Taemin's excitement grows, as does his admiration for her gaming prowess.

Every now and then, Taemin can't help but be amazed by Christina's natural talent. Her keen reflexes and intuitive decision-making leave him in awe. He finds himself in a constant state of awe, marveling at her ability to navigate the digital world with such finesse.

As the game progresses, Taemin's encouragement becomes more animated. He cheers her on, praising her for her remarkable skills and applauding her for outsmarting the game's challenges. Taemin's words of support are a constant source of motivation for Christina, fueling her determination to conquer the virtual realm.

In between battles, the atmosphere in the room becomes relaxed and comfortable. Taemin and Christina engage in lighthearted banter, sharing their thoughts and experiences from the game. Taemin listens attentively to Christina's insights, appreciating her unique perspective and the fresh ideas she brings to their gaming sessions.

Taemin's admiration for Christina extends beyond her gaming abilities. He finds himself captivated by her presence, her infectious enthusiasm, and the way she effortlessly immerses herself in the virtual world. The more time they spend together in Taemin's room, the deeper their connection grows.

As they continue their gaming adventure, Taemin can't help but feel a growing sense of closeness to Christina. Their shared passion for video games creates a bond that transcends the digital realm. In these moments, as they laugh and strategize together, Taemin realizes just how lucky he is to have Christina by his side.

He is filled with surprise and pride when he sees Christina play the game and advance so well. His smile is big with pride and joy until his gaze wanders to Christina’s backside, and a wave of unfamiliar desire washes over him. His mind becomes clouded with a mix of emotions, as he finds himself captivated by the curves and contours of her body. A sense of longing starts to well up inside him, creating a tension that he struggles to ignore. These new feelings both confuse and excite him, stirring a growing heat within his core.

As Taemin spent more and more time in her presence, he began to notice something he had never fully appreciated before – the beauty of her backside. Their friendship and the process of building their relationship had always been his focus, and he had always seen her as sweet, bubbly, occasionally annoying, and headstrong. But now, as he gazed at her, he couldn't help but be captivated by how cute and pretty she was, especially from behind.

He couldn't believe he had never truly noticed it before, but her backside was undeniably alluring. The contours of her hips and the shape of her buttcheeks were so enticing, accentuated perfectly by the snugness of her pajama shorts. Without even realizing it, he found himself unconsciously licking his lips, a clear sign of the desire that was starting to stir within him.

The more he looked at her, the more he wanted to trace the curves of her body, to explore the roundness and juiciness that had suddenly become so apparent to him. The temptation was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but imagine how she would feel under his touch.

But Taemin quickly reminded himself of the importance of their friendship and the connection they had built. He knew that their relationship was more than just physical attraction. She was so much more than just a pretty face and a captivating backside. She was his confidante, his partner in crime, and someone he deeply cared about.

The room was filled with an undeniable tension as Taemin watched Christina play her game. The sight of her focused and determined face, coupled with the way she skillfully maneuvered the controller, ignited a fire within him. Taemin's body responded to the growing desire, causing him to feel an intense heat that he couldn't ignore. With the covers pulled over his growing crotch, he couldn't resist the urge to discreetly let his hand slip under the hem of his boxers. 

As Christina triumphantly finished a battle, her excitement radiated through the room. Oblivious to Taemin's hidden desires, she wiggled her behind happily, her movements enticing him further. Taemin's self-control began to waver as he reached out, his hand trembling, to touch Christina's leg. He pretended to softly encourage her in her virtual quest, all the while his true intentions were hidden beneath the facade.

With each stroke of his hand on her leg, Taemin felt a surge of electricity coursing through his body. His caresses became bolder and more daring as he ventured higher, exploring the smooth skin of Christina's thigh. The heat between them intensified, and Taemin couldn't help but search for her eyes, desperate for a sign of approval.

When Christina looked back over her shoulder, their eyes met, and the connection between them was palpable. Taemin could see the unmistakable arousal in her gaze, mirrored by the blush on her cheeks. Encouraged by her response, he dared to go further, his hand gently caressing Christina's voluptuous bottom. He traced the contours of her curves, reveling in the softness and allure that had captivated him.

Squeezing and massaging her bottom, Taemin relished in the intimate touch, feeling the tension between them grow with each passing moment. Christina lost in her own growing arousal, let her head drop forward onto the pillow, releasing a deep sigh of pleasure. Her movements became more instinctual, unconsciously lifting her butt to give Taemin more access.

Driven by his desire and encouraged by her response, Taemin's thumb found its way to the outline of Christina's pajama shorts, teasingly touching her clothed opening. He could feel the heat radiating from her growing arousal, as well as the dampness that had soaked into her shorts. Christina let out a low moan and a deep sigh, her body eagerly responding to his touch.

Amid their secret encounter, Christina clutched the pillow tightly and bit her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans of pleasure. She whispered Taemin's name, a plea mixed with desire and a hint of hesitation. "Taemin... please, we can't... Our parents... your mom, my dad," she breathed, reminding him of the facade they had to maintain for their families.

Taemin knew exactly what she meant. The charade they had been playing, pretending to get along on a surface level, couldn't hide the truth. They had fallen in love long ago before they even knew their parents would find love again. From the moment he saw her at the flower shop, they were destined to be together. Now, as their bond deepened, Taemin couldn't pretend anymore. The heat clouded his judgment, and he reassured her, "Shhh... They won't know."

At that moment, Christina's defenses crumbled, and she slumped forward, giving in to her desires. Taemin's thumb slid past the hem of her pajama bottoms, touching her outer lips which were already slick with anticipation. "Just say yes, Christina," Taemin whispered, his voice carrying both soothing reassurance and a promise of relief.

With a heavy sigh, Christina answered him, her voice filled with longing and surrender. "Yes." Taemin felt a wave of relief wash over him. Finally, he could unleash the pent-up passion he had been harboring for her. Their connection deepened as he pulled her closer, her knees hooked behind his shoulders, bringing her intimate center tantalizingly close to his eager lips.

The scent of her arousal filled his senses as he took in every detail. His hot breath felt cool against Christina's heated, wet, clothed entrance. With one hand still caressing her bottom, his other hand ventured into her shorts, teasing her outer lips as he searched for her throbbing and oh-so-willing clit. The fabric of her shorts grew damp with her desire, and Christina felt like she was on the verge of losing herself in the anticipation.

A whimper of relief escaped Christina's lips as Taemin's thumb finally entered her, eliciting waves of pleasure that surged through her body. Her back arched, and she gripped the sheets tightly, unable to contain the intense sensations that consumed her. Taemin's touch was both gentle and commanding, expertly exploring every inch of her innermost desires.

Lost in the overwhelming pleasure, Christina surrendered herself completely. Her body quivered under Taemin's skilled ministrations, craving more with each movement. The intensity of their connection grew stronger as he skillfully manipulated her with his tongue, drawing out moans of pleasure that escaped her lips uncontrollably.

The heightened sensitivity of Christina's desires sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body, building up to an unbearable crescendo. Taemin reveled in the sight and sensation of making her feel incredible pleasure. As he positioned himself beneath her, his tongue pressed against her swollen clit, causing a jolted but muted moan to escape Christina's lips.

She bit down hard on the pillow, trying to muffle her sounds of pleasure, which only fueled Taemin's excitement further. With each gentle lick and flick of his tongue, he explored every inch of her most intimate area, savoring the taste and texture of her essence. The combination of her wetness, sensitivity, and the intoxicating sounds she made ignited a fire within Taemin.

His hands, firm yet gentle, spread her open, granting him unrestricted access to her most sacred place. With each teasing stroke of his tongue, he unraveled new depths of pleasure, bringing Christina closer to the edge of bliss. Her body trembled under his skilled ministrations, her hips instinctively moving in harmony with the rhythm he set.

In their passionate encounter, a fleeting thought crossed Taemin's mind. He couldn't help but wonder about Christina's level of experience, her intense reactions fueling his curiosity. Pausing for a moment, he whispered in a husky voice, his breath warm against her trembling entrance, "Christina, are you a virgin?"

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[nirvanawrites111]

Goddess Energy (Taemin x Reader x Kai)

Theme: Vampire AU Series

Warning: Supernatural theme, vampire, blood drinking, smut, strong language, 3sum. These are warning for the story. 1st chapter has no trigger warning except strong language.

She/ Her pronouns

Pairing: Taemin x Y/N, Kai x Y/N

Taemin x Black Reader x Kai

Word count: 1759

all rights reserved © NirvanaWrites111. Do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my work.

"That's her," Taemin points down into the sea of inebriated people. He hovers over the balcony railing and stares at you with hawk eye vision. He's seen you around the city at night. He's had his eye on you for a while, and you have been the topic of conversation with his long-time bestie, Kai.

You walk in smoothly across the glossy hardwood floor of the late-night bar. The energy in the room is electric.

You’ve been begging your best friend to bring you here, but every time she says you’re not ready.

Your eyes peek around, and the room is covered with people, supernatural creatures, and everything in between. You follow closely behind your best friend, Fatou.

"Damn, that's her?" Kai's dark brown eyes light up when he connects with you. The dark red dress hugs your curvaceous frame in the best way possible.

The short dress comes just above your knees to highlight your legs. But, he's not looking at your legs. Something else has his attention.

Kai admires the sparkle of excitement in your dark brown eyes. You're captivating to him, and he knows you've never been to Step Up Bar before, and now he wants to get closer to you.

He closes his eyes shut and breaths deeply to focus on your energy. He feels your nervous energy ripple through his body.

All the other sounds of chatter, and random thoughts of other cease. Your thoughts now quickly become his.

A tiny smirk appears on his face, and he can hear how you aren't sure if you made the right choice by coming tonight. He also hears that you need a drink to handle the night.

Taemin places his hands on Kai's shoulder and shakes him out of your thoughts. Kai's eyes snap back open, and he catches his breath. He gasps for air, but it's not like he needs it.

"I didn't tell you to get inside of her head," Taemin's voice is laced with ice. His aggression doesn't bother Kai because he's used to his bestie.

"My bad. You know it's a habit," Kai shrugs and returns to the railing.

His eyes still trail after you as you float over to the bar. He thinks about how he can get closer to you, from your kinky curly honey blonde hair with red tips at the bottom.

"I'm sorry. My fault. You know it's a habit," Kai still follows you, and you head over to the bar. He thinks about how he can get closer to you. Your brown skin has a certain glow to it that he admires.

"So, how are we going to make this move?" Taemin inquires. He's a bit calculated, but he wants to see where Kai's head is.

"We should invite her up," Kai eagerly suggests. His eyes dart over to Taemin, and a wicked smile appears on his face.

"In a vamp bar? She's going to think we want to drain her."

"We just want to taste her," Kai says.

"You know Fatou's bougie ass isn't going to let that happen."

"Let's try," Kai says.

He heads over to the security and points you out of the crowd. He also points to Fatou, because he knows you wouldn't feel comfortable being invited to VIP without your bestie.

Security pulls out their walkie-talkie and gives specific instructions.

Kai heads over to his signature table and sits in the middle. Taemin sits next to him. "Listen, let me do the talking. I got this," Taemin insists.

"It's an equal playing field. No charming either. We don't have to use our powers for it anyways," Kai said.

"Ugh," Taemin groans. He's not sure how you will react to both of them.

Sure, Fatou might throw some salt in their game, but they have a backup plan for that. He gives a half-smile.

Kai spots Fatou coming up the stairs, with her arms folded across her chest and an expensive Gucci chain purse hanging off her shoulder. He remembers that Mark got her that purse when they started messing around.

Fatou stands at the table. "Gentleman, good evening," Fatou scans from Taemin to Kai. "I was informed that you invited my friend, Y/N, and me to your VIP section?" Fatou gives a lopsided grin and sneers.

"Yes, it's good to see you again, Fatou," Taemin stands up and walks over to hug Fatou.

"Yeah, yeah, Taemin," Fatou whines, pushing him away from her. She moves into the booth and you are standing there.

"Hi, Y/N, I'm Taemin," Taemin extends his hand to you, and connects his eyes with yours. He's beautiful to you.

His hair is jet black with silver highlights that peek past his shoulder. His eyes are a honey brown, and his nose is so cute. But, you find his full lips the most attractive thing on his face. You are a sucker for beautiful lips on a man.

He has a silky blue blouse that is slightly open, and you can see his chest. The muscular build tells a story, and you assume he takes care of his body. He has a nice dancer figure, and his black pants hug his lower half perfectly.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N," you affectionally coo. You told yourself before you left you would flirt with anyone who showed interest.

You are tired of being a homebody, and you want to live a more adventurous life like your bestie, Fatou.

"It's so good to meet you, too," You beam at the attractive vampire as he leans down to kiss your hand.

But, a small wave of panic overcomes you. You snatch your hand away, and fear ripples your body.

"I'm not going to bite you," Taemin looks up into your eyes, and his eyes quickly glow crimson red. "I'm a complete gentleman, and so is my best friend, Kai," Taemin points in Kai's direction.

"Sorry, it's my first time here," You say. The ripple of fear instantly leaves your body even though his eyes are still glowing.

"No worries. Let's sit you over here by Kai," Taemin grabs your hand and leads you into the booth.

You sit down next to Kai, and he flashes a quick smile at you. You see his fangs, but you catch yourself before you can jump back.

"Boys, you better not charm my bestie, or I'll make sure Mark has your heads on a platter," Fatou casually threatens Kai and Taemin.

"We aren't like that. We don't need to charm anyone. She's a grown woman and can make any choice she wants," Taemin insists.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Kai asks you.

"Fashion designer. I own a boutique over on Hope St," you proudly say.

"Yes, my bitch has the best clothes in town. She designed the dress she's wearing," Fatou backs you up and hypes you as a best friend should.

"Damn, it looks good on you," Kai said.

"I bet it looks even better off," Taemin adds.

"Watch your mouth, Taemin," Fatou says.

"It's harmless. I meant it looks good on mannequins, too," Taemin tries to save face, but you weren't offended by his comment.

You were slightly flattered. Hell, you feel good being sandwiched in between two hot vampires.

A man approaches the table with a shirt similar to Taemin's, but it's black. He stands at the head of the table, and you see he has two wine glasses in his hand.

"Fatou!" He cheerfully speaks to your best friend in almost a melodic cadence. "It's good to see you, baby," he hands her a glass of wine. She places it before her.

"Thank you for the wine. How'd you know I was here?" Fatou asks. She likes to sneak up on Mark, and not tell him. You find her a little bit too controlling, but at the same time, you get it.

"I always sense your presence when you are near me, Darling," Mark winks at her.

"You didn't even speak to my friend."

"I'm sorry, bae. I was so caught up by your beauty," Marks flirts with Fatou even more. She's eating it up because she's smiled more in the last two minutes than the whole night you've been with her.

"Here you go, Y/N. I'm glad you could make it," Mark hands you a drink.

"Thank you," you reply and take a sip. You instantly feel a smooth sense of relaxation take over your body. "This is really good."

"It's from Taemin's vineyard. He makes it himself," Mark compliments Taemin.

"Wow, that's too cool," you say. You place the drink down on the table. Kai picks it up and puts a napkin underneath it for you.

"Fatou, let's hit the dance floor, baby. I want that body all over me. Let's make everyone jealous," Marks extends his hand, and Fatou gets up to go over to him.

"Y'all be good to my girl. Text me if you need me, sis," Fatou mentions to you and heads off with Mark.

For a moment, the silence between the three of you is noticeable. The presence of your best friend is missed, but you are curious about these two guys.

"So, what brings you here to Step Up Bar?" Kai asks.

His eye contact on you is captivating. He doesn't look down at your chest, but keeps his eyes on your face. His smile feels warm, and like you can trust him.

Your bestie, Fatou, who you also call, Tootie, wouldn't leave you alone with them if she didn't trust them.

"I just want to let go and experience life for one night," you say, but leave it open to the imagination of what that truly means.

You thought about it the whole car ride to the club, but you couldn't figure out what you were looking for.

Are you even looking for anything at all? You know that you can have sex without any consequences of an STD or a baby, because of the lack of DNA vampires carry.

But, you aren't sure if you want to have a one-night stand.

"What kind of experience are you looking for?" Taemin asks.

"I'm not sure. Let's go on the dance floor," you say. You have never been much of an initiator, maybe because your birth chart is full of earth energy. But, hey, you were going to turn that around tonight. You drink more of your drink.

"Lead the way, gorgeous.” Taemin winks at you.

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Half Baked #1

Title: Cyberpunk

Cast: OC/Reader has three roommates. All alternative/punk kids.

Taemin with cropped blonde hair (model)

Taehyung with red hair (linguist)

Lino with purple hair (hacker, Han is his bf)

Plot: OC/Reader is a government contracted data analyst, that stumbles into the wrong file and uncovers some things that require escalation. Mingi is the government bodyguard that is assigned to her. After she accidentally works what the government calls a “suicide case” and the chemistry is firing between them.

Notes:

After three days of him shadowing her, she tells him that he has to dye his hair and wear civilian clothes (civies) to stand out less in her crowd.

She and Taemin dye his hair and Mingi is trying not to be turned on by the fact she's standing between his legs, pressing up against him, in a tank top, and he can see directly down her shirt. He becomes cropped pink Mingi.

Taemin ends up helping them set up a bust when Lino finds out one of the people is going to be at his fashion show. Taehyung accompanies her masquerading as her translator and Mingi her bodyguard.

She and Mingi never go past a kiss at the very end, keeping all things cordial to make it to survival.

Ffwd to a few years later. Mingi has his natural hair a little longer with the blue underneath and she touches his hair “You kept the color!” He grins at her shyly and they FINALLY hook up.

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Hi, fellow Shawols!

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

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

Thank you for being here.

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Hello can i request one where the reader and Taemin casually meet eachother in Paris, and they have flashbacks because the city was their last trip together before breakup? Thanks:)))

Hello! TYSM for submitting a request. I know it took some time, but I got to writing it, and I hope you will enjoy it!

Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Pairing: Lee Taemin (of SHINee) x Reader / OC (story is written in first person and no name is mentioned)

Genre: angst, romance, mature

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: mature, swearing, angst, explicit sexual content.

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

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

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

Summary: basically the request

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Mature content ahead.

18+

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Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Paris.

Bustling cafés, crowded streets, and people rushing either to their jobs, or to the newest art gallery with temporary exhibitions opened in town.

The rampant palaces, domes and monuments built in a Gothic style contrast the tall buildings with intricate sculpted designs, making the city the perfect mix between modern and traditional, between functional and pleasant to look at.

It's already been 5 years since I've last been here, and walking through these busy streets again feels simply surreal. Many memories I tried to forget about are resurfacing, and even though I enjoy seeing this city again, my mind wanders off to that time, and it feels bittersweet.

I breathe in the November air and continue walking, the familiar unfamiliarity somewhat comforting, and after 20 minutes of going through narrow passages in-between boulevards, I finally reach my destination, and I'm glad to see it's still here, opened, despite the unappealing area that's surely deprived of tourists to keep it alive.

Rencontre moi à Paris – or 'Meet me in Paris', a café I accidentally stumbled upon last time I came here after getting lost with my then-boyfriend.

The weather that time was similar as it is now, and I, too, am similar, even if it's been 5 years since then. The only difference is that now I have an umbrella, whereas then we stumbled upon this café soaked wet and dripping from the merciless rain outside, both of us unequipped and powerless against the black November clouds. That was nothing new, though, as we almost always ventured into things unprepared, head-first as if we were invincible, and our relationship was no different.

Maybe that's why it all went down in flames, leaving me this acidic feeling in my stomach.

It's funny, really. I haven't thought about him in years, but being here, all of the sudden I'm the same 25-year old girl with hopes and dreams, madly in love with him, and heartbroken by his absence, to the point of no return. This truly makes me realise that I never got over him, and I probably never will. It's just that the gaps between thinking about him got longer, they became years instead of seconds, and I somehow turned 30 and haven't seen or spoken to him in 5 years.

After standing like an idiot in front of the café in the pouring rain, I realise that it's best to walk in. The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans immediately invades my nostrils, and I smile to myself noticing the décor is still the same, with vintage round metal tables and matching slightly rusted chairs in front of the large arched windows viewing the street.

I head to the table I once shared with him, displeased to notice a half drunk coffee cup with steam still coming out of it, and a discarded coat on the back of the chair.

Tsk. I utter to myself and sit down at the next table, my back turned to that space filled with good memories and laughter.

I lazily grab the menu and skim through it, pondering between a hot tea and a coffee. On one hand, I'm feeling pretty tired and could use the caffeine, but on the other, bad weather is most enjoyable with a cup of warm tea, so I settle for some green tea, the perfect mix.

Looking outside absent-mindedly, I follow the raindrops fallen on the large glass windows. There is no sign of anyone brave enough to set out in this weather. I don't hear the person behind me returning to their seat, and I get startled when they tap me two times on the shoulder.

I turn around, and my eyes can't believe what I'm seeing. I must've gone as white as a ghost, because he starts chuckling immediately, his warm smile sending alarm bells to my poor heart, that started beating faster.

There he is, dressed in black trousers and a black fitted turtleneck, with his brown hair and perfect pearly whites, looking at me with surprise in his eyes.

"It's really you! How weird to meet you here!" He exclaims with a soft chuckle, and I stand up, shocked.

"Taemin...?" His name plays on my lips, burning my tongue. I haven't said it out loud in years. In fact, I avoided it like the plague, afraid of what saying it would make me think about, but now that I said it, it felt like it was the most natural word that ever came out of my mouth, like my lips missed it, and they wanted me to shout it out all this time I've stayed silent.

All of a sudden, his arms encircle my body and he pulls me in for a hug, and my body reacts unconsciously, grabbing onto his waist and holding tightly, not wanting to let go.

However, we let go, as we can't possibly stay embraced in the middle of a café. I'm not sure he wanted to, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, feeling my eyes swell up with tears that I try to swallow back. He looks like he's moved on, and his life looks amazing, and everything is fine, but I... don't really want him to know about mine. I tried so hard to stay away from him, but now...

"I should be asking you the same thing." He chuckles. "Would you join me for a cup of coffee? Or a warm tea, since I know it's your favourite drink when it rains."

I smile, remembering how attentive he's always been about my likes and dislikes. Even when we accidentally found this café 5 years ago, we got caught up in the rain because I mentioned in passing that I'd love to see an unknown painter's works and he found an exhibition in some obscure museum with 15 reviews on Maps. With his bad sense of direction and both our phones discharged, we unsurprisingly got lost, and ended up finding this place to take shelter in from the rain.

I nod and sit down at his table, in my exact same spot from the past, just as the waitress brings me my green tea, her eyes scanning the familiarity between me and the man in front of me.

"Being here, I kept thinking about us. What have you been up to?" He asks me with curiosity, slightly leaning in, as if he would hear me better. He always used to do that in the past, which I loved. It felt like being listened to, being heard.

"Oh, you know... just the usual. Work, chill in bed with Kkoong, meeting up with friends. Nothing much, and certainly not as interesting as what you've been doing." I smile, pointing at his successful career.

"Mhm. Even if my work took off, I truly am the same simple guy I was when we used to-" He abruptly stops and scans my face, before changing the subject. "Anyway, is Kkoong good? Ddaeng misses you two."

"I miss you- I mean, I miss Ddaeng as well." I correct quickly, mentally slapping myself for letting my heart take the lead.

Of course I missed him. So many years have passed, and I am still stuck in a state of inertia. Being with him here again, at this same café, feels like we are still the same clueless 25-year-olds, visiting Paris for the first time, full of hopes and dreams that would only end up crashing and burning in front of our eyes as the weight of the world got too much for us to bear, and love doesn't conquer all.

Taemin doesn't seem to mind my little slip-up. He knows how I've always worn my heart on my sleeve. After all, we've been together for many years, before ultimately breaking up. He knows me the best, and I know him like the back of my hand, still.

"The name of this café is pretty ironic." He says, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Ironic? How so?"

"I mean, Meet me in Paris? Isn't it funny that I've searched for you everywhere in Seoul, but I ended up finding you here, in a café lost in time on the outskirts of Paris?" He looks at his coffee cup, now empty.

Perhaps as empty as the two of us.

Taemin has always been like this, expressing himself in cryptic ways, especially when it comes to feelings that don't easily lend themselves to words.

He searched for me? I wouldn't have known.

When we broke up, I decided to let go of everything I once knew, and left my life with him behind. I took Daeng and I left, I changed my number, deleted my socials, and did everything to stay out of radar, while Taemin did the exact opposite, being everywhere: on billboards, in magazines, on TV...

We were simply too different from each other. We lived in incompatible worlds.

"I also didn't expect you to be here." I smile. "Isn't a star like you too busy to waste his time in a deserted café?" I mock his fame, and he blushes. "Also, I assume the drinks are on you."

"Of course they are!" He exclaimed quickly.

"I don't know, you used to be pretty stingy with money." I shrug playfully, and his cheeks only grow redder. He gets embarrassed and avoids my gaze, before scratching his nape and starting apologetically.

"I was kind of an ass, wasn't I?"

We both laugh, and we talk about anything and everything, watching as day turns to night and noticing the exasperated gaze of our waitress.

"The poor girl wants to go home." I say after a while, noticing her sighing for the 10th time in the past 3 minutes. We've been her only clients today, and she probably hated us for spending so many hours and ordering drinks one after another.

"Would it be so inappropriate of me... to invite you back to my hotel?" Taemin asks hesitantly, and I so desperately wished I had the power to refuse him.

But I don't refuse him, because I missed him, and I want him so much still, and just for these few hours spent talking to him, I felt like breaking up with him might've been a mistake, because I was so painfully still in love with him.

He is perhaps but a guilty pleasure.

We walk out of the café at the end of the world and begin walking slowly next to each other. The rain has stopped, and even if the ground is still wet, Paris stays pretty.

The way we are quietly walking next to each other is in such a stark contrast to how we left the café 5-years ago, embraced, and in love, and loud, that it's almost funny. Maybe we've matured in the meantime, or maybe we just aren't brave enough to grab onto each other so openly in the street anymore.

Maybe we simply aren't as happy. Taemin used to smile so much more brightly, being able to light up any room he was in with his cheerfulness. I've never been that joyful, except for when we were together, because he used to bring out the best in me, until he didn't.

Actually, thinking about it, Paris was not only our last trip together, but also the last time I recall being happy next to him. We broke up not even one month after, and it felt so life-altering in that moment, that it's funny to think that it was simply a regular Wednesday morning. Caught in the moment, he said things he regretted, and I paid him back in the same coin, and it was just the last drop that filled the glass of on-going arguments and differences between our life choices.

I know that we didn't work out because we wanted different things from life, but at the end of the day, it's just water under the bridge.

We continue walking to the hotel without saying much, and I wonder how people see us. In the past, they would be looking at us and chuckling to themselves seeing two dumb idiots in love, but now, there was a palpable tension in the distance between our bodies, that wanted nothing more than to touch each other again.

Of course, his hotel is 5 stars in a good area, and his room is on the last floor. We hop on the elevator and wait and wait and wait, and it's moving so slow, it's eating at me and making me reconsider if this really is a good idea.

Last time we were together, we made out everywhere. On the street, on empty hallways, under the burning eyes of the paintings at the museum – but now?

I turn around with determination and watch how awestruck he is still looking at me, 5 years later, and I wrap my arms around his neck and let my body take the lead, remembering his. Our lips brush against each other shily, but after a few seconds, automatism kicked in.

It's way too easy to fall back into each other's arms.

We start kissing passionately, his hands holding onto my hips so tightly, it might bruise, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he didn't hold onto me, and he pins me up against one of the walls and sticks his tongue down my throat. It's so obvious that my mouth missed him, as they sync perfectly, and it feels as good as it feels bad, like we're eating popping candy each time our tongues touch.

Thankfully no one joins us in the elevator, and Taemin keeps grabbing onto me as we make our way towards his room, that's so large it's ridiculous.

We had limited financial resources back then, so our rooms when travelling were always small and cramped, but we were in love, and it didn't matter. A room this large must've felt cold, when he was here alone.

My back finds the mattress of his king size bed quickly as he undresses me hungrily, and soon enough I am naked waist-down and he is towering over me with a look of raw desire in his eyes.

He presses small pecks on my abdomen and kisses downwards slowly and sloppily, until his mouth makes contact with my thigh, and he spreads my legs apart. I let him do whatever he wants, I just revel in the feeling and let my body remember how he felt like on top of me.

When his mouth connects to my core, tongue licking stripes up and down, I roll my head back and put my hand in his hair, caressing him gently, letting him know what a good job he's doing. He's always loved praise, especially in bed. I wonder if his partners after me knew how to praise him; these small gestures and touches that make him feel appreciated.

His tongue continues working on my clit for a bit, before he moves it down, teasing my entrance, just as he knows I like it.

"You taste so good, baby." He says, letting his tongue enter me, and I moan.

"Taemin, please." I whine, impatient to feel him more.

"Please what?" He chuckles, and I playfully slap him on the head, when he looks at me, a dumb smirk playing on his lips.

"I want you so bad." I whimper, and his smirk drops. He immediately gets on top of me, pressing his body against mine, as if he were my knight and I, his Queen, and I've commanded him something.

There is no time to think anything through with the urgency he's undoing his belt, and the feeling of fullness is quick to overcome me as he slips his dick in me, thrusting mercilessly as if it's the last time we're ever going to be together.

And it might be.

The room is filled with moans and whimpers, and we hang onto each other desperately, our bodies remembering each other perfectly. Our clothes are quick to disappear completely. He slips my blouse off and clasps off my bra, his mouth instantly connecting to my nipples, and I, with the same neediness, grab on his turtleneck and help him take it off. Seeing his naked body, I involuntarily clench around him, and the way he moans sends shivers down my spine.

"I missed you so fucking much." He says, voice full of painful beauty as he kisses my collarbones and nibbling on the sweet spot between them and my neck, and I melt once again against his touch, and I know that I'm going to get my heart broken again, but once you start something and the lines start blurring, it's already too late to stop, for you get greedy and you want more.

"I missed you too." I cry out and indulge myself in his touch.

The way he caressed my body was still the most intimate someone touched me. I've had my fair share of partners before him, and many others after, and this still hasn't changed. Taemin's body and mine are made for each other, and this fact gives my heart a sharp pang.

"My love, ever since I lost you, I searched for you in every woman I've been with. I am no longer creative, and I so desperately want it all back, the way it was. I want us back." He confesses while he's thrusting in me.

But what point is there in wanting? I think, but it's so hard to stay focused, with his dick grazing against my sweet spot over and over, when I'm almost seeing stars.

My toes become a curling mess and I wrap around him, and oh, how well he knows me, for he realises I'm so close, and knows exactly how to move his hips right, and I reach my high and hold him so tight, our shadows become one, completely indistinguishable. It's so good that I start getting ashamed of the loud sounds I'm making. Taemin, however, doesn't seem to mind, it even seems to send him over the edge, because his thrusts become sloppy, and his eyes are closed tightly; he looks focused, faint lines on his forehead giving him away.

I am moaning his name, and he is moaning mine, and dancing the Devil's tango has never felt so right, but in the end, if what we're doing is a sin, then we should just be sinners.

He presses his plum lips on mine, muffling both our moans, and he comes inside me, cupping my face with his hands.

"My muse, please don't leave me again... I promise you I won't make the same mistakes..." He kisses me hard, and if until now I was able to control my tears, they are now breaking my wall of strength, and he wipes them off my cheeks with his thumbs and kisses them away.

"Taemin... empty promises will wear..." I say, and he shakes his head.

"Please... don't leave me again... I've just found you..." He insists, sounding so needy, I melt. But how can I go back to how we were in the past? What if what he's feeling for me is not love, but limerence?

I no longer want to make any mistakes. We were so wrong for each other; what guarantee is there that this time we'll get it right?

At the end of the day, we are still different people, living our lives in different ways, so...

He guides me to the bathroom and we wash each other, just as we used to do. Five years ago, when we came here, we had such a small bathroom, we barely had space to shower at the same time. This bathroom now, however, is so much bigger, it's almost uncomfortable.

There's too much space between us we simply can't fill.

We then head to bed and fall asleep embraced, but as I always used to, I wake up way too early, and being tangled up in his sheets like this makes me think that maybe giving us another chance wouldn't be so bad. However, even if we share the same bed, we still have different dreams, and that's not something that can get changed easily. If it were, we would've never broken up in the first place.

I get up, careful not to wake him up, and get dressed slowly, thinking thinking thinking thinking.

I could get out and make sure he'll never see me again.

But... is that what I really want?

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~one year later~

Paris is still the same bustling city I remembered it to be, but my safe corner is as quiet as usual.

Rencontre moi à Paris still smells of coffee beans, the chairs are still rusted, and not much has changed in a year, except for the wallpaper on the wall that's slightly ripped around the corners.

I slowly head to my table, occupied by a brunette man in a black fitted turtleneck, who sits with his back turned.

I don't say anything, I simply walk over and sit right in front of him, in my empty chair, and he raises his gaze from the cup, his eyes glimmering in the soft lights.

"Taemin." I smile. "You really came."

"You're fucking crazy." He shakes his head in disapproval. "Who leaves like that?"

"Like what?" I chuckle and play dumb.

"Like what?" He imitates me, and I stick out my tongue at him. "Normal people leave their phone numbers at least, but you?! You fucking- who the hell leaves a note like this?!" He angrily takes out a napkin carefully folded and throws it on the table in front of me.

Rencontre moi à Paris, 18 November, 15:00. Is what is written in pen in my handwriting.

Seeing it, I chuckle.

"You kept it!"

"What if I wouldn't have been able to change my schedule and come here?" He scolds me, but I just shrug.

"That would've meant nothing's changed, and that I made the right choice to not give you my number last year."

"I told you, didn't I? I won't make the same mistakes again. I really want to make us work."

"Then... shall we go back to your hotel? I really missed you. Besides, we don't want the waitress to stare daggers at us again, do we?" I whisper with a slight laugh and stand up, giving him my hand, and he takes it quickly and kisses it tenderly.

"I missed you too, my love. Please never disappear on me again..."

I smile and nod, and we get out of the café hand in hand. His thumb slowly brushes against the back of my hand, and I smile, because I truly missed him, and I was glad he actually listened to the stupid note I left on the napkin and came here.

Perhaps we won't fuck it up this time around, and we will finally be happy together, for we are already in madly love, and time apart hasn't changed that.

After all, two negative signs added together make a positive, right?

~The End~

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