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

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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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shinee

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SHINEE masterlist

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I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 10 - Before your date

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter 9 | Chapter 11

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Chapter 10 - Before your date

word count: 2.2k words

~2 months later~

~Crystal's POV~

I was in the kitchen lazily making something to eat, when I heard the front door open.

It's been two months since I've last seen Minho, and we haven't spoken too much while he was away, either. Just a quick text here and there where he asked me if the house is okay or if anything interesting happened.

He came through the door with a big luggage and a smile on his face, and despite the blatant rejection two months ago when he broke my heart, I really missed him. The distance helped clear my head, and I was almost sure I was romantically over him, and ready to be just his friend and roommate. Just like before Taemin's birthday.

It was going to be okay.

"Hey!" He spoke happily, seeing me. "It's good to be home."

"Welcome back!" I smiled and went over to him, and we hugged. "How was the trip?"

"It was so fun!" He replied. "The ocean was so beautiful, and the people very friendly. My family and I had a great time!"

"I'm so happy to hear!" I smiled genuinely. It was good that the awkward atmosphere between us didn't seem to stick. I didn't want to remember that suffocating feeling.

"Oh, and I brought you something!" He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a small, brown paper bag. "Open it!"

Inside the bag was a beautiful handmade bracelet with my name on it, made of small dark blue crystals.

"Oh my, this is so beautiful! Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, putting it on my left wrist.

"I'm glad you like it." He smiled, watching fondly as I was admiring the bracelet.

"So, besides cruising the ocean and swimming the days off, what else did you do?" I asked him as I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, handing it to him once he took off his shoes.

"I... met someone, I think." He said, slight hesitation in his tone.

"Really? Wow!" I exclaimed, surprised. "Nice, that's amazing!"

I tried to feel happy for him. I moved on, and he met someone, and that was good – no, that was great!

Still, I kept thinking... why not me?

It was dumb to ponder on what could've been.

It wasn't.

It isn't.

And it won't be.

So I just have to be happy for Minho and his new girlfriend, and root for them.

"Yea... my cousin introduced us. She seems like a really nice girl. I still have to get to know her better, though."

"I hope it works out for you. Truly." I smiled.

"Thank you, Crystal. How have you been?"

"You know, just the usual. Work, home, work, home... and my summer withered away." I joked.

"Sounds like fun." He laughed.

"Yea. I was making something to eat. Want some?" I offered him, and he nodded so we headed to the kitchen together while I cooked some rice and butter chicken.

Minho told me about all the fun activities he did during the holiday, how he didn't apply enough SPF and got sunburnt the first week, then had to rest inside for a few days until his skin healed, he told me how polite the locals were, and told me more about the girl he started to date.

I found out that 'date' is a big word, since they've actually only met that one time the cousin introduced them, but apparently, they've been texting for the past month.

"So, why not meet up with her these days, before Uni starts?" I asked. "We still have almost two weeks."

"She doesn't live in our city, unfortunately." He replied dejected. "But she will come and visit next weekend."

"Oop. Should I talk to Lydia and Jude and go away for a few days?" I asked him, and he got confused.

"Why would you?"

"Uhm... I mean, so you can be alone when you... bring her over?"

Minho looked at me puzzled for a few seconds, and then it clicked.

"Oh. OHHHH." He exclaimed, and I started to laugh. "No, Crystal. This is your home too. I'll just get a hotel room if..." He started, but stopped in the middle of the sentence and gestured randomly with his hands.

I drank a big gulp of water.

"I was thinking of taking her out, but I haven't decided where to." Minho spoke immediately after, placing his elbow on the table and his head in his palm.

"Why don't you come to my restaurant? It might not be as fancy as other places, but the food is good, and I work next Friday, so I'll take good care of you!"

"Will you now?" Minho raised a brow teasingly.

"Of course! I'll even give you a dessert on the house!"

"Hmm. Sounds good." He smiled, and I regretted inviting him immediately. I wasn't sure if it was going to hurt seeing him with someone else, or if I was truly over him, but next Friday would surely tell.

~next Friday~

"Why are you stressing out so much?" I chuckled seeing Minho come out in the hallway a few times and rummaging through his shoes, taking out the same pair over and over.

"I don't know what to wear, it feels like none of my clothes fit these shoes I bought." Minho chuckled and showed me the pair he was talking about. They were elegant, shiny, leather black shoes, and must've cost a fortune. "I should've bought a new suit or something." He contemplated.

"Come on, you have a lot of clothes." I laughed at him. He was being so childish and pouty, it was kinda cute.

"Why don't we go shopping?" He asked, looking at me with his big doe eyes, and I folded.

Minho drove us to a shopping centre close to our home that I've never been to before. The entrance to it was quite spectacular: it was a large glass ball, and the whole mall was made of glass.

We entered and started walking around, when Minho spotted a café.

"Hey, why don't we drink a coffee first?" He suggested, and started heading towards the small café without waiting for me to reply.

I noticed he tended to do that, when he really wanted me to do something and thought I might oppose the idea, especially when it came to him buying me things. Just like he did when I first moved in and he ordered food.

I chuckled to myself and followed him, and he helped me sit down at one of the tables.

"What would you like?" He asked, his eyes glimmering in the white light coming from the large windows.

"Hmm... maybe a strawberry milkshake?" I tilted my head reading the menu.

"Coming right up!" He spoke, which made me laugh. In just a few hours from now, I would be the one to tell him that, when I'll serve him and his date.

Speaking of – why does it feel like we are on a date?

That's a dumb thought to have, Crystal.

Friends are allowed to hang out and drink milkshakes from cute glasses and go shopping.

There's nothing more to it.

I shook the thought away as quickly as it came and watched as Minho brought back my milkshake and a coffee for himself. Sipping on it, the flavours of the milkshake were amazingly rich, and it was delicious.

"It's so good!" I exclaimed.

"Is it?" Minho chuckled.

"Better than your sad coffee." I mocked him after seeing him taste it and grimace from the strong flavour.

"Yea? I doubt it."

"It is!" I protested and crossed my arms in front of my chest and pouted.

He laughed and leaned over the table grabbing my milkshake.

"Oh yea? Let's see!" He said, and sipped so much of it, it must've only been half left once he was done.

"Minho!!! How dare you!!!" I exclaimed shocked and did the same thing to him. I grabbed his coffee and chugged it down like a champ, and he gasped.

"No way!" He laughed.

"Bleah, it tastes like shit!" I grimaced as well. "You manipulated me into drinking your bad coffee!"

"And you fell right in my trap!" He laughed in an evil way, and I threw him a look.

He returned my milkshake and I pouted again, but still grabbed the glass and drank the rest of it, trying to get rid of the bitter coffee taste in my mouth.

Minho gave up on the coffee as well, and finally agreed with me that it was way too bitter, and when I was done with my milkshake, we stood up and went shopping.

Finding clothes for Minho was easy enough. He was built like a model, and no matter what he tried on, it looked amazing. We spent more time deciding on which colour he should get, and even though we went through lots of different suits, red, dark green, grey, dark grey, blue, teal and so many more other colours I don't even know the name of, he decided on a simple black suit and black turtleneck.

"Do you think I made the right choice?" He asked me as we exited the men's shop.

You could wear a burlap sack, and it would've still been the right choice, Minho. I wanted to say, but instead I assured him like a normal person. "Yes, the suit looks good."

"I'm glad you like it." He smiled.

Why? It's not like I have to be the one to like it. But yes, your date will like it very much, unless she's blind.

Of course, I didn't say that one either.

"We have one more thing to do now that we're done with me."

"Which is?" I raised a brow.

"I saw something in a store when I bought the shoes, and hopefully it's still there."

He walked quickly and I followed him to a woman's store. He seemed to know exactly where he wanted to go, and went directly to one of the aisles.

"This dress. What do you think?" He showed it to me.

It was a beautiful, short off-the shoulder white sundress with red buttons closing the dress off from the décolletage, following the whole length of the dress. What I noticed immediately about it was that the red buttons were actually small strawberries.

It was such a cute dress! I loved it!

Too bad it was 200$, and I could've never afforded it with my current salary, unless I saved for it for probably 3 months.

"It's so pretty!" I smiled. "Are you buying it for your date?"

"What?" Minho looked at me puzzled, then chuckled. "No, silly."

I was the one to look at him puzzled this time.

"Then?"

"It's for you."

"For me?" I asked, baffled.

"Yes, silly. It's for you." He grabbed it off the shelf and started walking towards the dressing rooms. "I would've gotten it right away, but I wanted you to try it on first to see if it's the right size."

"But... wait!" I ran after him. "What do you mean? Why?"

"Because you helped me pick up an outfit."

But that makes no sense. He said he saw it when he bought his shoes.

"Bullshit." I grabbed his arm and forced him to look at me. He sighed.

"I just liked it, and I think it would look great on you, so I wanted to buy it for you. Happy?"

"No. I can't just... accept a 200$ dress randomly like this, Minho." I frowned.

"Then consider it a late birthday present. I haven't gotten you anything for your birthday, anyway."

"And you didn't have to. I've never mentioned it was my birthday."

"Yes, you did. When you brought me that chocolate muffin." He frowned this time.

How did he...

"I'm sorry for not celebrating with you when you brought me that muffin, Crystal. I really regret it."

"But- how did you know?"

"Taemin's birthday. You mentioned your birthday was on 15th of June, and my game was on the 18th. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to do the math."

I stayed silent, not knowing what else I could tell him.

"Will you try on this dress and let me get it for you, to make me feel better for missing your birthday this year?" He pleaded with me, and I just nodded and grabbed the dress from his hand, going into the dressing room.

It was beautiful, and it fit me like a glove, and the fabric was so soft.

"How is it?" Minho asked after a while, while I was still examining myself in the mirror.

"So pretty." I spoke, and I pulled away the curtain, showing him how the dress fits.

"It's perfect." He smiled. "I knew you would like it, since it has those cute strawberry buttons."

"How did you know I like strawberries?"

"You mentioned it during truth or dare..." He chuckled briefly, and I was once again baffled, but I didn't let it show this time.

He paid attention to me during the game.

He tried to remember when my birthday was.

He even went shopping to find a gift – something he knew I would love – a sundress with cute strawberries.

But he's going on a date with someone else.

Why?

I'm confused.

Whatever.

It's fine.

Everything is fine.

I'm just confused, and it will pass.

It's normal to buy gifts for friends, especially on their birthday.

"So, shall we buy it, then?" He smiled brightly, and I nodded.

The first gift I've ever received was a bracelet with my name on it, and the second, this beautiful sundress with strawberry buttons. And I loved them both, and perhaps also the person who gave them to me, but I really didn't want to admit it.

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LIAR, LIAR! [TEASER]

PAIRING — kim mingyu x reader

WORD COUNT — 1.4k

RELEASE DATE — TBA, will probably take a while!

SYNOPSIS — in a dramatic turn of events, a rich businessman is found dead in his lavish estate, and the authorities believe it was no accident. as the detectives dig deeper, they ultimately end up with two key suspects: you, the businessman’s very own daughter, and your sworn enemy, kim mingyu. as the time progresses, tensions rise and secrets spill — and the truth has the power to either bring you closer together or tear you apart.

TAGS — murder mystery, rich rivals to partners in crime to lovers, whole lotta plot, dark comedy if u ask me, explicit sexual content, somewhat graphic depictions of death, everyone and everything is dysfunctional™, mentions of suicide, moral compass is nowhere to be found, angst

♪ aquartos - crystal city,, verydeadly - wolves (kanye west cover),, blue foundation - eyes on fire (4 ave version),, low - dancing and blood,, vessel - red sex

NOTE — one of my favorite episodes of going seventeen remains bad clue 2020, i loved mingyu’s role in it and i could totally see him portraying darker/morally grey characters and rock tf out of it so. i wrote this solely based on that idea. enjoy :D

i. TWO WEEKS SINCE THE MURDER

the interrogation room is unnecessarily bright, the noise of the water dispenser in the corner and the flickering led light above you running through your ears. the chair you’re seated on is uncomfortable, though it’s nothing compared to the tension you feel as the man in front of you treats you like you’re guilty of something.

“on september 2nd, sometime around six o’clock, your father reportedly got unwell, so he left his office early, choosing to do the rest of his paperwork at home. according to the information we got from the gps tracker in his car, he went straight home, took no detours. he arrived at your family estate thirty minutes later. then at eight o’clock, the police received a call from you, saying your father’s hung himself.”

you stare at the the inspector whose name you did not bother remembering before waving with your hand. “i’m aware. i’ve heard the recap of events many times at this point. this isn’t the first time i’m being interrogated, surprisingly enough.”

with a puzzled look, he raises his brow at you. “you don’t think you should be a suspect?”

“no, i don’t.”

“at the time of the incident, you were home, as well as two members of the staff. since the staff were on their dinner break and you were apparently in your room, it’s hard to say what happened, since there were no witnesses.”

“do you mind me asking why you think it’s murder and not just a suicide?”

he’s intrigued by the way you discuss the topic so casually. “your father was an important man. wouldn’t you want to know who killed him if that is the case?”

“sure. i’d thank them.” you smile at him, the hatred for your father shining through. “believe me, inspector — my father was a miserable man who surrounded himself with other miserable people. i wasn’t there by choice.”

“did he treat you badly, then?” he continues, trying to pry any information out of you.

you can only sigh. “i was his daughter by blood only. that’s all.”

with your demeanor softening into something sadder, the inspector’s tone changes into something different. “aside from you, and the staff, of course, we do have another suspect who we think could have something to do with your father’s death.”

that sparks your interest. “who?”

the inspector grabs his small pile of documents to pull a printed photo out of it, putting it before you. you visibly frown, because the person on the photo is someone you’re unfortunately awfully familiar with.

“kim mingyu is a suspect? seriously?” you ask, completely in shock. ironically, he’s the last person you’d suspect in a scenario like the one you currently find yourself in.

“what can you tell me about him?”

“he’s a year younger than me. we went to the same high school, same university, have some of the same friends. though all of that is relatively common in our social circle.”

“anything else?”

keeping the insults to yourself for now, you press your lips together. “our parents are good friends. well, were, now that my father’s gone. mingyu and i hate eachother to the bone, though.”

“any particular reason why?”

“i’m not sure where it started… there’s just something off about him. it’s always been there. he’s—beyond arrogant. always showing off his looks, his wealth, his charm, his intelligence. everything. he insults me, i insult him. we simply don’t get along, never have. nothing you haven’t seen before, i’m sure.”

the inspector raises his brow. “i think you may have left something out.”

“such as?”

his hand moves into the blue folder sitting on the table, taking another photo out of it, holding it up before you. “your father was often spotted with him. at events, business meetings — you name it. matter of fact, your father seemed to be accompanied by kim mingyu more than anyone else. which is interesting, considering you are his only child.”

your gaze turns sour, voice softer yet more hateful than before. “don’t tell me this is the reason i’m a suspect.”

“let’s just say it doesn’t make you look good.”

“you really believe i murdered my own father in cold blood because he cared more about kim mingyu than he ever did about me? that’s pathetic and ridiculous.”

“you wouldn’t be the first. it’s a plausible story.”

scoffing at the accusation, you shake your head. “we’re done here. the moment you have an actual lead, i’ll talk, but not like this. i’m still here grieving and you’re accusing me of being the culprit.” you get up in anger, taking your bag with you before slamming the door shut, not bothering to listen to what the man is trying to tell you to make you stay.

this whole shit-train started two weeks ago. your father was found dead in your childhood home, hung by a rope around his neck. instead of calling it a death by suicide, the police apparently have enough reason to suspect it was a homicide.

you’ve been questioned several times in the past few weeks, but there’s been a gradual shift in the behavior of the inspector and his handimen — they’re treating you like a suspect now.

which you are, for whatever reason. they have yet to come up with any actual evidence.

your contact in the police force mentioned to you that you’re not just any suspect — you’re one of the two main suspects.

and that is unsettling, especially when you discovered who else is.

as you go down the hall, you suddenly lock eyes with kim mingyu himself, who’s leaning against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his trousers. a few strands of hair hover by his cheeks, framing his strong features.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you ask in a rather hostile manner, the scowl on your face deepening.

his lips part before he starts explaining. “they wanted to talk to me. again.”

“haven’t you heard the rumors, gyu?” you mockingly use the nickname, taking a step closer to him, “they’re saying there’s a possibility you killed him.”

your arch-nemesis looks back at you with a furrowed brow. “that’s ridiculous.”

“is it? you were always with him… it’s perhaps the only thing that makes sense in all of this.”

he seems offended you’d even insinuate something like that. “it’s really the other way around, though. you’re the one who hated him. i had nothing against the man.”

it’s true that you and your father didn’t exactly get along, especially the past few years, to put it lightly. you always considered him to be greedy, cold and unforgiving, and you certainly didn’t cry the moment they told you he had passed away.

“no, we all know how much you liked him,” you hardly make an effort to hide your disdain, “but they must not believe that, considering you’re just as much of a suspect as i am.”

he clenches his jaw. “i’m not guilty.”

“neither am i.”

it’s quiet for a moment as you’re both unsure of what to say next, a rarity between you.

a few years ago, your father mentioned you and mingyu could make a good pair. you proceeded to laugh in his face.

mingyu is a constant reminder of what you could be, and that’s the last thing you need in your life.

“if i find out you’re somehow involved in this—”

instead of immediately refuting the statement, he narrows his eyes at you. “then what?”

you realize you need to be careful with your words here �� you can’t throw around threats to kill people as the top suspect in a murder investigation. “i’ll make sure you pay for it. they might buy your little golden-boy act, but i sure as shit don’t. i never have.”

a smirk subtly tugs at his lips as he leans more down, eyes flicking lower before they meet yours again. “i’d be careful with my words if i were you,” he firmly tells you, his lashes fluttering, “there’s always someone watching.”

only now do you take notice of how close you’re standing to him, and you look behind you, seeing the inspector that just interrogated you observing you and mingyu from a distance.

so you push yourself away from him, giving him a last glare before walking away.

mingyu’s eyes remain on you until you move past the corner. he only moves from his spot once you’re gone from his field of view, greeting the inspector with a kind smile.

if you’d like to be tagged in this once it’s released, leave a comment! <3

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not allowed. | rowan laslow.

this is literally all over the place but i just wanted to write angst/hurt and comfort. was just in the mood to be silly and sad.

tw: lowkey self-harm? not graphic and ig it's a form of self-harm, just to be careful, angst, hurt, comfort, jealousy, pining, fighting, miscommunication, all that good stuff, low-key unsatisfying ending just for fun :) <3

unedited atm!

you felt utterly stupid; sitting on the rooftop with your knees tightly held towards your chest. the cold breeze sent a deep, hollow chill through your chest. you stared out upon the rich tapestry of velvet dark in front of you, the white light of the stars shining down beneath you.

despite the fully lit moon, the air felt strangely empty. your eyes beginning to prickle with tears as your throat tightened, a familiar burning sensation creeping up the back of your throat as you forced your own tears back.

your heart was aching as you silently cried out for rowan, but there was no answer.

he had been distant. he would no longer linger when he wasn't needed, he was always on the move, never once static. rowan used to hover around you, always wanting to be near you or watching from the sidelines.

you did not want to believe in the worst, but, you could only pinpoint one scenario that led to this pivotal change; the arrival of wednesday addams.

you held no resentment towards her, more so towards the change of everything with her around. your resentment was close to jealousy as if you were growing green with each mention of her name uttered from rowan's mouth.

you feel the infatuation grow within rowan as he continuously brushed you off for something related to her. you hated feeling so possessive and angry, a fire growing before burning out, replaced with a hollow and dark feeling.

to think that you were almost crying over such a trivial thing made you feel even worse, your lips stretching into a bitter smile while your eyes dropped down to the loose rocks and pebbles scattered across the gutter of the roof.

you inhaled harshly, sucking in calming breaths as you held back your tears. the hollow feeling was replaced with a disgusting bitter feeling, the burning sensation within your throat dying down as you closed your eyes, trying to not scream with rage.

you wouldn't be so bothered if he just communicated with you instead of blowing you off, so bluntly as if he held no remorse or empathy.

you dug your fists into the loose rocks beneath you, letting the sharp edges sink into your skin as you let the pain throb and ache through your hands. your arms began to shake from tensing so hard, forcing them harder into the piles beneath you before pulling them back. you rubbed off the rocks stuck to your skin, a shade of red spreading over your fingers and knuckles.

you let out a harsh breath, letting out all your internalised rage in that one breath before forcing yourself back up and creeping back inside your dormitory.

you vowed to yourself to keep yourself protected, planning to shut yourself away from him. and your mind kept feeding into the doubtful consolation that you were doing a 'brave thing.'

what a joke.

you tried to remove yourself from his life entirely as if you phased into thin air, changing your routine and seating positions in your classes. if rowan noticed, he didn't question it.

you could feel the bitterness present inside of you as if it gathered in between your teeth and coursed through the blood in your fingertips. in a room full of people, your eyes would still land on him. but his eyes were rested upon wednesday's.

how foolish you were to think you could be any more than this.

to think you were the one to be hovering around him, watching from the sidelines as his life began to revolve around her. you knew what shutting yourself out meant for your relationship, but what hurt the most was that rowan didn't even try to cling to you or at least even reach for you.

your heart almost lurched out of your chest as rowan's eyes flicked over to yours, a week of pent-up yearning swelling in your chest before being replaced by the envious, green, feeling. you immediately avert your eyes, dropping them to the floor as your eyes narrow into a sharp glare.

you hate how affected you are by him.

you can feel his gaze burning into your skull as you keep your head lowered, adrenaline fuelling your nerves as nausea pools in the bottom of your stomach. you anxiously wait for the bell to ring, picking at your fingers as your gaze consistently flickers back and forth between your desk and the clock strung up on the wall.

as soon as the bell rings, your hands snatch your bag off your desk before rushing out without a single word. you can see rowan hesitate for a second before doing the same, desperately trying to chase after you.

but you're already gone – or so he thinks.

you're pressed up against the damp cobblestone wall next to the classroom, hidden out of sight. you vowed to yourself to keep yourself protected.

you can hear his hurried footsteps fade away, as he lets out a small huff of disappointment. you finally let yourself slide down the wall, head in your hands as you begin to feel yourself grow upset, again.

you thought you had avoided rowan successfully; hiding in plain sight whenever you saw him and slipping out of class before he could even notice you had gone.

you were tired and exhausted despite feeling slightly relieved rowan had finally begun to notice that something was wrong. yet, you still felt angry that it had taken a week for him to notice your absence.

you were snapped out of your thoughts as a hollow-sounding knock pounded against your door. you quickly got up, making your way towards the door, unbeknownst of what was hidden behind it.

without thinking to check who it was, you swing the door open before your heart falls to the bottom of your feet. rowan laslow in the flesh was standing in front of you, sporting a sheepish smile while looking like he should have a tail tucked between his leg.

you no longer felt affection swell in your chest as you saw him, only bitter irritation. you consider slamming the door in his face, but against your better judgement, you silently open the door wider and walk away from him.

you can hear him follow behind you after he closes the door, each one of his movements filled with hesitation. you keep your back to him, throat tensing as you subconsciously straighten your posture.

"i'm sorry for barging in unannounced, y/n," rowan begins. "i just noticed that you have been acting a little strange lately."

your fists clench as you inhale another sharp breath through your nose, your throat tensing even tighter. the bitterness and anger you felt from that night before flare through your body, angry tears beginning to brim at the corner of your eyes. you almost laugh incredulously at his audacious words - but you didn't know what you expected from someone like him.

"don't you fucking dare," you whisper, voice hushed as you grit your teeth. he murmurs a small questioning remark, forcing you to turn around to stare at him with narrowed eyes. "i said, don't you fucking dare."

the rage flowing through you is undeniable, yet, your facial expression betrays you. despite your eyes narrowed into a venomous and sharp glare, your eyebrows are furrowed as you try to hold back the tears prickling against your eyes. your nostrils are flared slightly while your teeth roll over your bottom lip, switching from side to side as you force yourself to not cry.

rowan is silent, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to process the current situation.

"how fucking dare you stand here and tell me I'm acting strange as if you weren't the one to force distance between us first," you spit out, tone laced with venom and bitterness as your finger points accusingly at him. "i'm only doing this because it's clear you're bored of me and you want wednesday."

"what?" rowan exclaims, a small chuckle leaving his mouth as he stares at you with his mouth open. "you'd think that since you're so distanced from reality, you'd be able to realise that not everything is about you! why are you so self-conceited?"

"isn't that ironic coming from you?" you can't hold back your tears anymore as your voice grows shaky and quieter. "you're the one giving me shit for being 'selfish' when you drop everything for wednesday and leave me behind to pick up everything that was left between us."

"you don't know what you're talking about." rowan's eyes also drop into a sharp glare as soon as the name falls from your mouth. you finally let out the incredulous laugh you held in.

"of course, you would jump to defend her. for the love of god, just admit that you're in love with her and spare me from your weird perverted obsession with her." you hiss, taking a step towards him.

"why do you even care about her?" his voice raises as he throws his arms out. "you're acting like an insolent child, y/n. I'm done talking to you if you're not going to even let me explain - i don't even need to explain myself to you."

"then leave," your voice turns oddly calm as you stare at him, almost emotionless despite the tears falling from your eyes. you walk over to your bed and sit down on it in a sinister way. he lets out a heavy sigh before turning away from you. "but if you leave, i never want to hear from you again."

“don’t, don’t do that…” his voice dropped a pitch, coming out quiet and just above a whisper. his lips upturned into a bitter, thin-lipped smile as his eyebrows furrowed down at you.

“do what, ro-wan?” you enunciate his name, spelling out the syllables with your tongue tauntingly.

he lifted his hand slightly before dropping it, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth as he looked away before chuckling, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. you swung one leg over the other, leaning back onto your hands as you almost glared at him. his neck turns to look back at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"don't give me an ultimatum."

"why can't you just let her go? i'm right here" you whisper as he whips around to face you. "i thought you wanted me."

“you know i only want you.” his hand clutches his chest as he dramatically steps towards you, his face showing distress. you simply lean your head onto your right shoulder, looking up at him as you bounce your foot.

“then show me.”

rowan takes another step towards you before almost violently gripping your cheeks, pulling you up into a kiss. despite the kiss being full of sentiment and yearning, it felt so harsh that it is almost borderline abusive. his hands were gripping your cheeks so tightly, his fingertips sunk into your skin as if he was afraid you'd slip through his fingers once more.

his lips smooth against yours as your hands grip his hips, pulling him closer to you. you both sink into each other, craving for the aching hole inside of your hearts to be filled by each other. your breaths turn heavy as you force each other closer as if you were fighting for each other, despite having each other.

and yet, you want your skin to bruise. you want to have his hands over you, harsh fingertips digging into your skin and claiming you as his own. you want his teeth to sink into your skin, your tongue, and for his lips to abuse your skin as he smothers you.

it aches and throbs in the best way, but he's yours.

and you're his.

#rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow angst #rowan laslow hurt and comfort #angst #wednesday #wednesday angst

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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This section will be updated everytime I get a new idea and/or request, but also when I’ve posted something, they’ll be taken off the list.

Updated: 19th March 2023

Reactions:

R - Requested

NR - Not Requested

NR > When they hear their S/O singing one of their songs (Block B)

NR > When their sibling performs ‘I’ll be your man’ at their school concert (BtoB)

R > Their s/o asking them to marry them instead of the other way around (SHINee)

R > Taking off thier jacket to put over your lap when you’re uncomfortable (Stray Kids)

R > Tenth member having an accident on stage (EXO)

Scenarios:

Key: Fluff:🌟¦ Smut:🔥¦ Angst:❌ ¦ Suggestive:🥀

NR > It’s alright, you’re alright - Yoon Jeonghan 🌟❌

R > What’s not to love? (Part 2) - Yoon Jeonghan (Seventeen)🌟🔥❌¦ For @hipster-shiz

R > Best friends forever - Jackson Wang (Got7)🌟¦ For Anon off my old GOT7 blog

R > Penpal - Jackson Wang (Got7)🌟❌¦ For Anon off my old GOT7 blog

R > Missed you more - Mark Tuan (GOT7) 🌟 | For Anon

R > Remember me - Lee Taemin (SHINee)🌟¦ For Anon

R > When worlds collide - Oh Sehun (EXO) 🌟¦ For Anon

R > Falling all over and over again - Wen Junhui (Seventeen)🌟🥀¦ For Anon

R > Don’t make me chose - Yan An (Pentagon) & Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen)🌟❌🥀¦ For Cherry

R > When’s it ever going to be the right time? - Christian Yu (DPRian)🌟🔥❌ ¦ For Anon

R > Why are you hesistating? - Jo Jinho (Pentagon)🌟❌¦ For Anon

R > We’ll work it through - Lee Changsub🌟❌¦ For Anon

R > I like them bad - Lee Jooyeon (XDinary Heroes)🔥¦ For Anon

R > Things slowly come together - Nakamoto Yuta (NCT) 🌟❌¦ For Anon

R > Late night talks - Nakamoto Yuta (NCT) 🌟¦ For Anon

R > Let me spoil you, baby boy - Oh Sehun (EXO)🔥🌟¦ For @hipster-shiz

R > Two bitches, one porche - Jung Jaehyun (NCT)🔥¦ For Anon

R > Hold my hand and never let go - Nakamoto Yuta (NCT)🌟¦ For @nctpinkytoe

R > Stealing kisses and your heart - Kang Yeosang (ATEEZ)🌟🥀 ¦ For Anon

R > Addicted to poison - Kim Minseok (EXO)🔥❌ ¦ For Anon

NR > Yes Sir, No Sir - Song Mingi (ATEEZ)🔥❌

NR > Testing Patience - Kim Hongjoong (ATEEZ)🔥❌

NR > Touring Troubles - Kang Yeosang (ATEEZ)🔥

R > Just this once - Lee Taemin (SHINee)🔥 ¦ For @hipster-shiz

Series:

Chapter 7 - Tainted Red - Scheduled for the 1st March

Chapter 4 - Just Between Me and You - Scheduled for 15th March

Chapter 2 - Pulling on Heart Strings - Scheduled for 30th March

#kpop #kpop blog #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop stuff #kpop wips #wips #imagine wips #scenario wips

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existentialmagazine · 1 year

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Review: ettie’s newest single ‘Miserable Life’ is an angsty pop-punk anthem for those who have been wronged

Perfect for fans of Paramore, Avril Lavigne and Taylor Swift, the up-comer ettie is here to pave her own way through the music scene proudly boasting her own queer identity within her sincere songs. Writing truthfully on her own experiences and queer love and life, ettie isn’t just here to be a much needed role-model for those finding their own identities but also an absolute boss carving out her own angsty-acoustic styling that’s entirely her own. Following from her debut EP ‘Manic Pixie Dream Girl’ released two years ago and latest single ‘Until I Met U’, ettie now shares her newest offering ‘Miserable Life’, a continued growth from an artist clearly meant for big things.

In a genre of its own, ‘Miserable Life’ falls somewhere between pop-punk, alternative-rock and acoustic all at once, an intimate but anthemic tune that feels both loud and stripped-back at the same time. With one quickly strummed, looping electric guitar chord and a steady beat leading into the opening verse, the track at first remains simplistic and paired-down, but it still channels an air of angst all the same especially picked up in a gritty intermittent guitar strum. As the chorus bursts into more of a soaring moment of overflowing frustrations, ettie unleashes the drums into more of a dominant clashing beside striking guitar strums and of course her vocals that shine atop it all. With ettie’s vocal performance the emotionally-infused highlight of all of her releases, she boasts all through ‘Miserable Life’ an utterly witty, (deservedly) petty tone you just can’t help but love and sing along to every single word of, chanting to every single hook and cathartically releasing your own pent up feelings.

Letting out all her bottled up thoughts, ‘Miserable Life’ sees ettie slamming it all out on the table as she wishes the worst upon someone who truly made her life hell, no longer sitting in silence hoping for the best for them. Leading in with an admission that ‘I think I’m kinda done with wishing well, I think I’m getting to the end of the high road’, ettie makes it clear that as much as she wants to find solace in being positive towards them and continuing to silently keep her manners in check, ‘Miserable Life’ is her emphatic release of those thoughts you just can’t get rid of after being wronged. With her chorus hook ‘I hope you have such a miserable life, you know the type that you tried to make mine like’ ettie doesn’t hold anything back, not just wishing for them to do badly but making it clear that they shouldn’t have pushed her to the edge if they couldn’t handle it themselves. Taking a bridge that lists off a bunch of unfortunate scenarios, ettie unravels a mass of un-well wishes, ‘I hope you drop your keys down the drain… I hope you drown in the river of your next exes tears’, concluding the releases cathartic outburst with a humorous but half-serious karmatic hope that things go downhill for someone very deserving of it. It’s brutally honest, but we’ve all likely been there trying to take the high road when on the inside we’re overflowing with similar feelings.

Check out ‘Miserable Life’ for yourself here to get a rush of freedom in ettie’s loud and honest lyricism, as well as the track’s smashing one of a kind sound!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator

#music #singlereview #ettie

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wheeboo · 1 year

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seventeen masterlist

❝ between the time when the flowers bloom and scatter, scars heal and sprouts emerge. ❞ — seventeen, 舞い落ちる花びら (fallin’ flower)

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f - fluff a - angst s - suggestive p - platonic c - hurt/comfort ♡ - personal favourite

ʚɞ all imagines are gender neutral unless stated otherwise !

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choi seungcheol / s.coups

ʚɞ emergency contact | a, f, c, ♡ | 6.3k total for all parts part one | part two (prequel) | part three (finale)

ʚɞ admire me (like I do for you) | f, ♡ | 1.9k

ʚɞ meet cute: the park | f | 1.8k

ʚɞ venus | f, a, ♡ | 3.8k

ʚɞ 1:10am | f | 1.1k

ʚɞ lean on me | f, c, a, ♡ | 1.8k

ʚɞ glowing | f, s | 1k

yoon jeonghan

ʚɞ seasons | f, a, s, ♡ | 3.5k

ʚɞ 09:45pm | f | 614

ʚɞ tu es belle | f, s | 1.9k

ʚɞ 08:25pm | f, s | 1.01k

ʚɞ meet cute: the pier | f | 2.2k

ʚɞ three silly little words | f, s | 2.6k

ʚɞ “pretty.” | f, ♡ | 1k

ʚɞ all yours | f | 1.4k

hong jisoo / joshua

ʚɞ 03:17pm | f, p (side drabble to emergency contact) | 763

ʚɞ book boyfriend | f, s | 1.8k

ʚɞ meet cute: the coffee shop | f | 2.1k

ʚɞ a night to remember | f, s | 2.9k

ʚɞ mine | f | 3.6k

wen junhui / jun

ʚɞ concerto | f | 1.4k

ʚɞ meet cute: the pottery class | 2.2k

ʚɞ psycho | thriller, a, ♡ | 12.8k

ʚɞ the secret life of jun | f, ♡ | 3k

kwon soonyoung / hoshi

ʚɞ 7pm | f | 1.03k

ʚɞ (un)lucky charm | f | 1.4k

ʚɞ you’re alright, i guess | f | 2.9k

ʚɞ little stars | f | 1.7k

jeon wonwoo

ʚɞ streetlights | f, ♡ | 1.9k

ʚɞ the stars and you | f | 1.5k

ʚɞ catnaps series | f, ♡ | 18.7k total for all parts catnaps (part one) | catnaps (with you) (part two)

ʚɞ 12:10am | f, c | 952

ʚɞ eyes don’t lie | f, c, ♡ | 1.5k

ʚɞ to love and be loved | f, c | 1.6k

lee jihoon / woozi

ʚɞ insomniac | f, a | 1.2k

ʚɞ lucky | f | 1.3k

ʚɞ shirt(less) | f | 1.3k

ʚɞ hand in hand | f | 1.5k

lee seokmin / dk

ʚɞ lunch | f | 1.01k

ʚɞ amusement park | f | 2.7k

ʚɞ i miss you, don’t call me | a | 2.5k

ʚɞ rain or shine | f, c, ♡ | 1.4k

kim mingyu

ʚɞ bon appétit | f, s, ♡ | 1.3k

ʚɞ to love in the 21st century {PREVIEW} | f, a, s | estimated 10k+

ʚɞ wilted | a | 6.1k

ʚɞ 06:43pm | f | 916

ʚɞ in bloom | f | 2.5k

xu minghao / the8

ʚɞ work of art | f | 1.9k

ʚɞ ukiyo | a, c, ♡ | 4.3k

ʚɞ take it easy | f, c | 1.1k

ʚɞ hi (i love you) | f | 5.5k

boo seungkwan

ʚɞ fighting! | f | 1.01k

ʚɞ pinky promise? | f, a, c, ♡ | 1.7k

ʚɞ holidaze | f | 1.1k

ʚɞ dandelion | f, c, ♡ | 1.7k

ʚɞ big spoon, little spoon | f | 1.2k

ʚɞ sleeping beauty | f | 1.6k

hansol vernon chwe / vernon

ʚɞ cats, coffee, and cupid | f | 1.5k

ʚɞ rock with you | f, ♡ | 3.7k

ʚɞ spoiler: i kinda like u | f | 1.7k

ʚɞ 10:18pm | f | 962

ʚɞ apartment 218 | f, a | 3k

ʚɞ laundry day | f | 1.6k

lee chan / dino

ʚɞ 08:23am | f | 665

ʚɞ run to you | f, c | 2.7k

headcanons / scenarios / reactions ʚɞ seventeen and comforting their s/o who is afraid of flying | f, c ʚɞ seventeen with an s/o who loves physical touch | f, ♡ ʚɞ seventeen being jealous around their s/o | f ʚɞ seventeen and taking care of their s/o with a migraine | f, c ʚɞ seventeen and their reaction to waking up with lipstick marks on their face | f, ♡ ʚɞ seventeen with an older s/o | f ʚɞ seventeen and their reaction to finding drawings of them in a sketchbook | f, ♡ ʚɞ seventeen with a younger s/o | f ʚɞ seventeen and saying “I love you” for the first time | f, ♡ ʚɞ seventeen and taking care of their s/o having foot pain from their heels | f, c ʚɞ seventeen acting clingy around their s/o | f, ♡ ʚɞ seventeen as wave to earth songs | ♡ ʚɞ seventeen and their reaction to seeing their s/o cry | f, c, a ʚɞ seventeen and apologising to their s/o in their native language after a fight | a, c ʚɞ seventeen and their reaction to their s/o cuddling their stuffed animal after a fight | f, c ʚɞ seventeen as games they would play on roblox | f

thank you for reading, please enjoy my works !

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mykoreanlove · 4 months

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Taemin’ s reaction when he finds out on internet that the reader is dating another idol

Thank u

The group chat has been on fire nonstop due to Taemin.

Emergency 🚨

Get to the studio

NOW!!!!

please 🥺🥺🥺

Minho and Key came reluctantly, yet concerned for their maknae.

Taemin was sitting on the couch, writing down lyrics on paper as if there was no tomorrow.

„Hey, you ok?“

He looked up at his hyungs, deep bags under his brown eyes. Taemin shook his head in disapproval and sighed heavily.

His phone had been ringing for days but he didn’t have the nerve to take that call. Your call.

It was ringing again and Key almost answered it but luckily Minho interfered. „Don’t“, he whispered concerned.

„I want to release a song“, the youngest declared.

„About what?“

Taemin glanced at his phone quickly. „About a love that deceived me.“

Key and Minho watched in shock, hardly catching up. „Deceived? Y/N deceived you?“

Minho directly went on dispatch and searched for your name - and there it was. Countless articles of you cozying up to a man that wasn’t Taemin. It looked like you were dating a younger idol, one of the next generation if he was not mistaken.

They leaked selfies, romantic date nights and even text conversations in which you declared your love for that guy.

Key took his phone and scouted the evidence as Minho hugged Taemin tightly.

„I’m so sorry, Tae. You didn’t deserve this.“

Minho and Key acted as Taemin‘s parents ever since he became a trainee. Minho was the calm, nurturing part whereas Key was aggressive and spiteful.

„Let’s write a song about this bitch“, he spat out disgusted. Taemin flinched at that, but deep in his heart he felt the same way. He gave you all of his precious love yet you chose to let it go to waste.

The three of them worked all night - finding the right lyrics, choosing the according beats and singing their lines. Taemin gradually felt better. Even though he was in pain, he loved creating something beautiful out of it. Exhausted they all fell onto the couch. „Hey, your phone is ringing again“, Minho noticed.

„Let it“, Taemin shrugged.

„Don’t you wanna talk to her?“

He shook his head.

„Like, not at all?“

„I wouldn’t believe a single word coming out of her mouth anyway. It’s over. And I’m done.“

They all watched the phone mindlessly until Key broke the silence.

„How do you want to name the song, Min?“

Taemin thought for a second before answering proudly.

„Don’t call me.“

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0rgell · 4 months

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Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

Masterlist

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

Genre: Explicit, angst

Word Count: 3.2k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

Please enjoy!

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Lovesickness

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Answering you early, cause I'll be gone later and miss OT8 anniversary live </3

Ateez puppy or kitten interview when, because I need this but in person

It's not easy being and Exo-l 😭 one of my besties is an OG fan and she's in the state of suffering mdudushyshdgjshs but I remember when Minho, Onew and Key were gone some antis said Shinee won't be back and they're gonna disband I- 🙃🙃🙃🙃 I'm so confused because I saw this I know, not valid info, but there's no official discharge date info I think... if he's back next month I'll eat my walls ❤

Just like Armys suddenly caring about military because their faves are going (some literally admitted to only caring about BTS - imagine telling on yourself like that wow) whereas there are 18 year old boys in the military being absolutely ruined mentally and physically. Also if someone isn't fit for the active service why send them away to be social workers, please it makes no sense 😭 Though I think for people like Donghun and Sehyoon from A.C.E it must be a nice break (they're both during social work due to their mental health issues and my boy Donghun is so active on Insta, I was dramatic at first but for no reason lmao his enjoying his life)

Uh why did that Armchair invent a scenario and got heated over it 🤨

Me too, I gave up on Choi San... Itaewon class haircut you're right 😭 speaking of pink I miss pink San too

Imagine being someone like me who likes to collect paper and buys their magazines, rip. Now the maknae got his first solo cover I'm so happy. So Ateez solo covers WHEN

I like this channel their vids are funny and relaxing. Also them because they make so many different toasts and as a toastie stan I need more ideas that are easy to veganise. And my friend from Hong Kong who always sends me new vegan products because damn HK is killing it with their vegan meat replacements, sent me this guy's cooking book. I wish my food looked so aesthetically pleasing

That dragon plot is like every cat boy story I saw ksydishshskdsbdggs except having a cat is normal, a dragon??? Not so much

I applaud you for starting so many fics and still managing to finish some of them. Take your time, but I know Yunho's Hotcheeks are thirsty 😅 and I'm so sorry why do some of you here hate happiness, please smile a little, life is painful enough don't write sad endings 😭 put angst in the story, but spare us with the final part...

I did not expect THAT photo of San I thought you were gonna send something disrespectful 🙈

Right, Jongho is actually good, but ngl I miss his early dancing days, now he needs to belt so he doesn't always go as hard or is just standing on the side, but I think many people don't see him as a good enough dancer which is a shame. Yeosang's footwork too, he's very precise something not many people notice as well!

Remember the -core quiz where I got cryptidcore... the description said I'm in love with the Mothman 👀 so "soulmates - okay socially anxious introvert, how's the extreme desire to find the love of your life without having to put in effort? (writing this as if im not the exact same)" I'm sorry but that's not me at all, let me retake it lol. I changed 3 answers and got forbidden love, slightly better hahaha

I'm wheezing

Hey uhm what the fuck is going on here and here

I love him but I hate him 🤧🥺 he wants everyone to be delulu af, maybe he's the biggest delulu after all, or the biggest tease 🙄 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Answering you early, cause I'll be gone later and miss OT8 anniversary live </3

i completely missed it <3

Ateez puppy or kitten interview when, because I need this but in person

EXACTLY I NEED HWA TO CRADLE THE DOG RIGHT NOW !!!! i just know mingi would adopt one

LMFAOOOO SUFFERING 24/7 😭😭😭 RUMORS OF A OT9 CB 😭😭🤚🏼🤚🏼 no omg they be spreading rumours about disbandment every 2 secs but if u do the same to their faves it was war 🔫🔫 FBWMDHWK EAT UR WALLS FJKQJDKWNDKQ

no bc why they shaming those who already went to military 😭😭😭 what difference is that gonna make 😭😭 NAURR UR SO RIGHT ABOUT THAT 18YO ONES i have a few friends around my age going to enlistment and theyre all scared shitless bc it’s so brutal😭😭🤚🏼 but also considering sk’s history it is important for them to go bc they can be at w@r and they need ppl trained on hand,, THE SOCIAL WORKER ENLISTMENT BEING LONGER THAN THE REGULAR ONE JUST GRRRRRRR

Uh why did that Armchair invent a scenario and got heated over it 🤨

EXACTLY 😭😭😭 it’s so embarrassing pls just have a deep breathe and relax pls 😭🤚🏼

Me too, I gave up on Choi San... Itaewon class haircut you're right 😭 speaking of pink I miss pink San too

DBWNDJWK HE LOOKED CUTE WITH IT BUT THE ITAEWON HAIRCUT DID NOT SUIT HIM MF WAS DEBUTING PRE-MILITARY 😭😭😭

Imagine being someone like me who likes to collect paper and buys their magazines, rip. Now the maknae got his first solo cover I'm so happy. So Ateez solo covers WHEN

JDHSK EXACTLY WHEN !!!!! need to see more of hwa being a whore in magazines bc this one was absolutely insane and we need more,, need them to do something like these

yunho in this id die

omg im about to binge thru these right now gtfo,,, STOP THE TOASTS LOOK SO DELICIOUSO 😮‍💨😮‍💨 yooo??? really?? i know a lot of places use soya as a meat replacer and istg it be tasting just like the real deal 🤚🏼🤚🏼 i watch and! the try guys without a recipe thing,, no like its crazy how pretty their food looks but whej i try it, it looks like something gordon ramsay would disgrace me for

That dragon plot is like every cat boy story I saw ksydishshskdsbdggs except having a cat is normal, a dragon??? Not so much

NO BC ITS INTERESTING AS HELL I WILL PUT THIS IN MY MIND BC THATS A ROMCOM I WANNA SEE

😭😭😭 I CANT SEEM TO FINISH ANY FIC THATS NOT SEONGHWAS FBWNDWJ LMFAOOOO BESTIE THE SECOND HALF OF UR MESSAGE MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH I WAS AT A PARTY AND IT WAS QUIET AND THEN I LAUGHED DURING IT 😭😭😭🤚🏼 “why do some of u hate happiness” BFMQBDWK <3 I MAY HAVE TO WRITE ONE FOR YUNHOS!

I did not expect THAT photo of San I thought you were gonna send something disrespectful 🙈

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 HES SO FUNNY FVNWHDKW I KEEP CRYING LAUGHING OVER HIS CHILDHOOD PHOTOS 😭😭 THIS MAN LOOKS LIKE A PROFESSOR 😭😭

he’s that one meme where everyone’s dancing and that one member is standing still belting out f sharps 😭😭 TRUE !!! TRUE !!!! many just see him as a vocalist but this man dances so well PLS DHKWHD YEOSANG’s FOOTWORK IS INSANE makes him so much more hotter!

OH?? ARE U PERHAPS CONFESSING UR LOVE FOR ME FJWKFKWK SOULMATES ONE KINDA MATCHES NGL! 👁👁 oh forbidden love?? bodyguard au am i hearing 👀 i got this! BENWBDS

maybe it’s a sign

I'm wheezing /// Hey uhm what the fuck is going on here and here

MUSIC FOR THE PUSSY FBWJDHW PLS ….what’s going on here 🤨

I love him but I hate him 🤧🥺 he wants everyone to be delulu af, maybe he's the biggest delulu after all, or the biggest tease 🙄 - DV 💖

i feel the exact same,, sometimes i don’t even wanna look at this man BC I KNOW ID GO CRAZY 😭😭😭 need to meet this man fr fr one day 😭🤚🏼 HE WANTS EVERYONE TO BE HIS DELULU HES PRACTICED FBDB

😭😭😭😭

???

also???? mr choi???

🙂🙂

also omg purple kiss’s vocals 😮‍💨🤌🏼

oh and a new one!

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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stratus-skye07 · 6 years

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Loving Thy Friend | Key

Requested: Hello! Can I request a Key x reader friends with benefits scenario where they both fall for each other? Thanks!

Description: You and Key have been friends since you two debuted around the same time. While he was making a name for himself in SHINee, you were growing in popularity in the acting field. Over time you both went through your fair share of dating fails which brought the idea of sex with no strings attached. It worked out for a good amount of time but you start to think if there could be anyone else but Key.

Genre: Slight Smut / Angst / Fluff Ending / Friends with Benefits AU

Word Count: 2.2k

I have been an actress for about ten years now. My hard work definitely precedes me. Being successful never hits you until the recognition from others gets you more and more noticed. Once I had my tenth anniversary fan meeting, the realization of how long I’ve been acting really got to me one way or another.

I started acting when I was sixteen and now being the ripe old age of twenty-six, the work never stops. Currently, I’m working on a drama as the lead. There’s flashbacks in the drama so I have to wear a school uniform which makes me feel like I’m too old to be wearing one.

During touch-ups, my phone rings. A smile slowly comes across my face when I read the name on the screen.

“How can I help you, Kibummie?”

He chuckles through the phone, “From the sound of your voice, it sounds like you’re having fun. Are you filming today?”

“Yeah, they got me in a school uniform. A good way to make me feel older than I actually am.”

“Yah, we’re the same age. Are you calling me old too?”

“I mean if the shoe fits.” We both laugh.

Kibum, or as the world knows him as Key, and I have been friends ever since we were trainees. We also debuted in the same year. Our personalities match which is how we’ve been able to keep in touch even after he became extremely popular with his group, SHINee.

“Alright, ajumma. Do you have time later to get some food?”

I look at the time to see that it’s already past noon, “We still have a few scenes to film until later on.”

“That’s perfect since we have some interviews to do until then. So we can have dinner?”

I nod, “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

Normally times like this where we hang out by the end of the day leads to something else. That being something we’ve been doing for nearly a year.

Kibum and I have always been there for each other, especially during the ups and downs of dating. Either we’ve been cheated on, dumped, or the relationship just didn’t work. We always found ourselves comforting each other. Until one night, we had gotten a little too drunk and we ended up sleeping together. At first, we felt regretful about it and decided to act like nothing happened, which we did, and it felt nice to not have to worry about anything afterwards. That’s when we came up with the idea of having a friends with benefits type of relationship.

As of late, my feelings have been failing me.

I meet up with Kibum at our favorite bbq restaurant. I wait as he starts cooking the meat professionally like he always does.

“How’s filming going?” He asks.

“It’s going well. All we can hope for is good ratings afterall.”

He scoffs, “You’re saying that like it’s difficult. Nearly every drama you’ve been in has had high ratings, you know why?”

I smile waiting for him to give me a compliment, “Why?”

“You always scare the leading guy so he’s pressured enough to always picking up the slack.” I slouch, I should’ve known he wasn’t going to give me some sort of praise. “Don’t think it’s because of your acting skills.”

I fake laugh, “Of course not, that’s why I’ve won multiple acting awards which reminds me when are you gonna get one?”

He gives me a side glance, “I’m not the one dressed up as a high school student in my mid twenties.”

“Didn't you dress like a student once?”

He nods, “Yeah but I was handsome in that uniform. I can't say the same for you.”

After a few more savage banters between us, we finally quiet down by eating. There was also talk about work and his upcoming comeback with SHINee. I managed to keep the conversation away from his variety show filming with BoA. I like her but sometimes I feel like second best compared to her.

The meet from the grill is nearly gone so I reach over to grab a piece of meat from the far side. I end up burning my wrist against the edge of the grill. I pull it back to swallow the pain of the burn. I blow the hot spot even though I know it wouldn’t help.

“Are you okay?” Kibum asks watching me deal with the pain.

I nod “Yeah, I’m fine. That’s what I get for being greedy.”

“Here,” he grabs my hand to reveal the burn mark, “Tomatoes help reduce the heat.” He takes half of a tomato to rub around the tender spot.

As I watch him, I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. It wasn’t the first time too. I found myself paying more attention to the little things that Kibum does that I never realized had any effect on me. In some ways, I’d hope that he would just scold me like he usually would and say ‘How can you be so greedy for the brisket to burn yourself, dummy.’

Instead, I was gawking at Kibum and seeing him in a whole different light. I saw him as not only my friend but someone that I wanted to have an intimate relationship with instead of a sexual one. If I wanted to keep the friendship I have with him, I’ll have to stop the benefits before my feelings eat away at me.

After we finished eating, Key and I go back to his apartment. We usually finish up the night with some beer and soju which usually leads to other things. We end up sitting on the couch drinking and talking about whatever comes to mind.

In my sudden hard thinking, I feel Kibum’s hand putting pressure on my shoulder, “What are you thinking about that’s got you extremely tensed in the shoulders?” He asks.

I shake my head, “Just work. It’s nothing.”

He begins to trail his lips across my shoulder blades until he leans in close enough that his chest is touching my arm. His breath starts to tickle my ear causing the familiar sensation between my legs to radiate like usual.

I honestly don’t want to have another night with him like this but the selfish side of me can’t help it.

Looking up at him, our lips meet. His body leans into mine, pushing me down onto the couch. I part my legs wide enough to let his waist come closer. I let out a moan when I feel his erection press into me, causing friction to my core.

Kibum pulls away but his lips continue to move from jaw down to my neck, “Don’t think about anything. Just keep your eyes on me.” He whispers.

Looking into his eyes, unable to say anything, I nod.

I’ve decided that this would be the last time we’d do this. It would hurt me too much to pretend like nothing was going on with me. Over time, it would get to the point where I wouldn’t be able to let go of Kibum and I wouldn’t be able to have him as a friend.

The following morning, Kibum and I had fallen asleep on the couch. I woke up to the sight of his sleeping face and his arms wrapped around me. It took a lot of willpower to get up out of his grasp. I wanted so desperately to stay like that for as long as possible, but it was only making things worse for me.

I started getting dressed when I hear Kibum move around on the couch. I take a breath to think about what I was going to say.

“It’s still early. You should stay for breakfast.” He says before getting up to put his boxers on.

I finish getting dressed when I just say what I have to before it gets even more complicated, “Let’s stop doing this.”

He chuckles, “What? Having breakfast together?”

I turn to look at him, “No, let’s stop having sex with each other.”

There’s an awkward silence until he finally says something, “Why all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know about you but I’m getting bored with all this. We’ve been doing this no strings attached thing for a year now. Maybe it’s time for us to get back into the real world of dating again.”

“Is what we have not working for you anymore?” He asks with a serious tone.

I shake my head, “I love you, Kibum but we already know that nothing more will come from us doing this for much longer. That was our arrangement, friends with benefits. I’d like to keep the friendship.”

Kibum sighs then shrugs his shoulders, “Fine, consider the benefits gone.”

It hurt to hear him say it so matter-of-fact. Deep down I wanted him to fight for me but instead, he did what I’d expect him to do. I can’t hate him for it since this was what was going to happen eventually. It’s time to get back to reality. A hard pill to swallow.

As the days went by, Kibum and I had gone back to our usual routine before the arrangement. We were talking like nothing had changed. I subconsciously began to avoid him in hopes that he wouldn’t bring up the topic or I’d give in if he wanted to do something more again. I felt terrible since I ended it so it wouldn’t affect our friendship but I was putting a dent in it myself.

I was able to keep my mind occupied with work. We were filming the intense scenes today so it helped me get some of my inner turmoil out and it also made for good content.

The director had called for us to take a break. I head towards the food truck that Kibum had sent me when I noticed that one figure standing near it that wasn’t his picture.

I put on a smile as I approached him, “Kibummie, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be doing promotions today?”

“I finished them early. I thought I’d come and see how work was going.”

I nod, “It’s going pretty well. We just got done shooting the emotional scenes today.” He hands me a cup of coffee that was from the food truck, “Thanks for the truck. I’m not sure how many more photos of yourself you could’ve put on it though.”

He chuckles but his laugh seems different than usual, “I know that you don’t get tired of seeing my face so I figured it was necessary.”

The more I stare at him the more I begin to sense something is up. Taking the initiative I ask, “What’s wrong? You seem different than usual.”

He sighs, “I wanna know the real reason.”

I gasp wishing that he had actually gotten over it, “I already told you.

He scoffs, “I tried to accept your reasoning but I don’t feel like it’s true.”

I start to panic, wondering if I should tell him the truth or not. Instead, I continue to lie, “We can’t keep doing this for the rest of our lives. It’s better if you move on from the idea now. We tried it and it worked for the time that we needed to recover from our past relationship failures.”

“I don’t wanna just move on.”

I should’ve known doing this for as long as we did would cause this kind of drama. I really wanted to preserve the friendship that Kibum and I had but it seems like things won’t be going back to the way it was.

“Don’t you get it? Eventually we’ll need love and affection, the kind friends can’t give to each other.”

He stares at me for the longest time before taking a step towards me, “What if I told you that the only love and affection that I want is from you.”

My heart races as I comprehend his sudden confession, “What?”

Kibum takes my hand in his and squeezes it, “For some time I’ve been having these feelings. I couldn’t describe them but when you told me that you wanted to stop our deal, my heart broke. As time went by, I started to feel like I was missing something. I had missed feeling your touch. That’s when I realized that what I was feeling towards you wasn’t the type you’d have for a friend.”

“It’s became more than you could handle.” I say knowing exactly how he felt since it had been what I was going through recently. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He smiles, “I was scared that it would ruin our relationship if you didn’t feel the same way.”

Every bit of emotion hits me. Kibum was feeling the same romantic confusion as I was. All this time I was scared of losing him but in fact we were only growing closer as our intimate time together went on.

“For how long?” I ask.

“Since the first time. I felt guilty for feeling that way since I figured you wouldn’t have wanted a relationship.”

“I thought you wouldn’t have wanted it. That’s why I ended it.”

Kibum laughs, “Maybe we are meant for each other since we’re both so dense.”

“So where do we go from here?” I ask wondering if this was really happening between us.

He smiles before interlocking his hand with mine, “What are you doing after work? Would you like to go on a date?”

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Marry You | Lee Taemin

Pairing: Lee Taemin x Reader

Summary: You never expected to leave Vegas with a husband… but a handsome stranger becomes impossible to resist. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…

Genre: Strangers to Lovers AU, Virgin!Taemin

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Alcohol, sexual content, Taems being sexy

Gif: Mine

“Hey guys!” You wave at your friends, pulling Taemin with you. His black hair is ruffled, his shirt is half open, and there’s lipstick kisses littered down his long neck.

“This is Taemin…”, you say, hiccupping slightly, “my husband!”

Everyone’s mouths drop open.

Six hours earlier…

“Yeri, don’t forget me when you’re a married woman!” You shouted over the loud music at your best friend, who’s wearing a neon pink sash saying BRIDE TO BE.

“Can’t make any promises, babe!” Yeri laughs. “I’m not planning to remember any of this.”

She leans into your ear. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d make it to my bachelorette party. Vegas isn’t really… your thing.”

You frown. “Meaning?”

“Y/n, I love you, but you’re not very spontaneous… Kiss a stranger, strip in a fountain - this is Vegas, baby, live a little!”

Before you can make a comeback, Yeri runs off with a flourish of her long hair.

There in the casino, it dawns upon you that maybe you are boring. You work 9-to-5 in an office, then you go straight home to your kitten.

Cold sweeps through your body. You’re determined to prove her wrong.

Pulling your hair out of its tight braids, you lean against the bar. “Waiter! A whiskey please, make it a double.”

With the whiskey in your hand, you bound away from the bar… and collide head-first into a man.

A man’s strong, hard chest, to be precise.

“Oh!” you gasp. “I’m so sorry!”

You look up at the stranger. Your eyes widen when you see that he’s handsome beyond belief. He has caramel skin, thick lips and a blonde streak in his hair.

And the front of his shirt is completely wet.

“Let me clean that for you!” you cry, dabbing your shirt sleeve on his torso. Your feeble attempt isn’t drying his shirt at all, but you do get a good feel of the firm muscles that lie underneath. Your mouth goes dry.

The handsome stranger chuckles. “It’s okay, I didn’t like this shirt anyway. I’m Taemin. And you are?”

“I’m… not boring, am I?” you say, ignoring his question.

Taemin cocks his head to the side. “Hmm?”

“My friends seem to think I am. I’ve never done karaoke or-or had a one-night stand… I’ve never even kissed a stranger!”

Taemin pushes a hand through his perfectly tousled hair. “Well… I’ve only known you five minutes, but you seem pretty un-boring to me. In fact, you’re probably one of the most intriguing women I’ve ever met.”

You gaze up at the handsome man. Without thinking, you grasp him by the lapel of his jacket and pull his lips onto yours.

Taemin’s eyes go wide as you kiss him, but soon his hands slide around your waist and draw circles into your skin. He’s a disturbingly good kisser. His scent is fancy, like jasmine and whiskey, the opposite of this sweaty place. His strong arms feel safe, way too safe for someone you just met.

When you finally come to your senses, you yank away. Taemin’s midnight black eyes bore into yours, smouldering.

“Oh god! I am so sorry about that…”

Taemin just shakes his head and smiles. “That was… wow. We should do that again.”

You giggle, a heady rush of pleasure flooding your veins.

Taemin laces his fingers with yours, with the familiarity of lovers from a past life, and leads you towards the door.

“Where are we going?” Your fingers tingle where they touch him.

“We’re going down your list, of course. What’s next- stripping in a fountain, was it? I saw one just outside.”

So that’s how you and Taemin end up knee deep in freezing cold water: you in your underwear, and him with his shirt off and his trousers rolled up to his knees.

You’re in fits of laughter as you splash each other.

“Hey!” you squealed, as he sends a particularly large splash your way. You almost lose your footing in the slippery fountain, but Taemin catches you before you can fall. He pecks your lips and guides you out of the fountain.

Taemin looks so handsome with his dripping wet muscles. You can’t believe your luck.

“Taemin…” you say, drawing out the last syllable.

“Yes, darling?” He’s wringing out the water from his hair.

“The final thing on my list is a one-night stand…” you bite your lip, but the fire inside you pushes you on. “What do you say we… book a room and make my wish come true?”

Taemin touches your blushing cheek. He gulps.

“I really want to, Y/n,” he whispers. “But… the thing is – I… I’ve made a promise to myself that I’ll wait till marriage… before, you know.”

Your mouth drops open. “You’re not… being serious?

Taemin points at the thin silver band on his right index finger. “This is a promise ring. I gave to myself.”

“Oh…” It’s hard to hide your disappointment. You thought that this night would end up with you underneath this handsome stranger. It looks like the gods of sex have other plans.

“I’d better get back to my friends…” you mumble, turning away.

“Wait!” Taemin grips your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Don’t go!”

You turned to face him. “Well?” You say, crossing your arms in front of your chest

Taemin’s black eyes gleam wildly. “Marry me.”

“W-what?” Your heart pounds against your ribs.

Taemin stands up straighter. “It feels right, doesn’t it? We are in Las Vegas, the city of love.”

You giggle. “Isn’t that Paris?”

“Hey!” Taemin entwines his fingers with yours and pulls you towards him. “Will you marry me or not?”

You brushed a dark curl of his fringe from out of his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m saying this… yes!”

Thirty minutes and thirty dollars later, you’re officially Mrs Lee. You can’t believe it.

“Right, my beautiful bride, how about we head to the honeymoon suite?” Taemin’s fingers tugs at the straps of your dress, pulling one onto your shoulder. He leans down and presses his plump lips to your skin.

Desire clouds your vision. Just as you pull his lips onto yours, you hear a familiar voice.

“Y/n?!”

Shock zapped through your bones. Yeri! You’ve completely forgotten about her. Taemin eyes you curiously.

You step onto your tiptoes and whisper into his ear, “Just go along with what I say!”

Turning to your friends, you say, “Hey guys! This is Taemin…” you pull Taemin forward. “My husband!”

Yeri’s mouth dropped open. “W-what? W-who? HOW?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I’ll tell you everything in the morning, but it’s my wedding night, and I have something – well, someone – to do.”

Taemin bows with a flourish of his hand and hurries behind you into the elevator.

You barely make it inside your hotel room before your hands are all over each other. You pull off each other’s clothes till his bare skin presses against yours.

Lying down on the mattress, you pull Taemin on top of you.

You never expected to leave Vegas with a husband… but what’s life without a few surprises?

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