Written Pages (Jongyu)
title: Written Pages
author: dubukisses
pairing: jonghyun/onew
rating: pg-13
genre: romance/humor
warnings: language, references to sex
summary: Worried about Taemin's secret writing frenzy, Onew takes it upon himself to find out what is wrong. He was not expecting what he found.
Onew had not meant to stumble upon Taemin’s bookbag and knock out all the contents. And he definitely had not meant to rummage through his notebooks, nor did he mean to open it up and start reading it. Okay, so he did mean to read it, but he didn’t mean to trip over his bag.
He had noticed the maknae had been furiously writing in that same grey notebook for days now. Every time he turned around, Taemin was in the shadows, pen in hand. He had begun to worry after Jonghyun had said he was ‘going through that time in his life’ where he needed an outlet to “emo”. And that’s how he ended up on the floor sifting through the maknae’s notebook, looking for anything that would indicate depression.
“Yah. What are you doing?” Startled, Onew threw the book up into the air and began shoving everything back into the black backpack. Two strong hands stopped him and a couple of puppy eyes gazed straight into his. Jonghyun grinned. “Reading Taemin’s stuff huh? Sneaky sneaky.”
Onew turned away with a huff. “I’m worried about him.”
“I know. That’s why you’re a great hyung.” He felt an arm wrap around him and pull him against Jonghyun’s chest. Soft lips tickled against the shell of his ear as he heard, “But you should probably ask him next time. Or get me to do the dirty work.” Jonghyun left a small kiss on the side of his hyung’s cheek before moving away to pick up the discarded notebook. Thumbing through it quickly, he stopped somewhere near the middle, his eyes going wide.
“What is it? Please tell me he doesn’t want to kill himself!” Onew looked mortified as Jonghyun’s eyes continued to get bigger and bigger.
After forcing himself to blink a few times, Jonghyun tore his eyes away from the written words to settle on Onew. “Uh. No. He’s not depressed. Or going to kill himself.” He laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. “OOPS. I was wrong.”
Onew noticed the gleam in Jonghyun’s eye and knew he was not saying something. Onew shot up, grabbing at the abused notebook but Jonghyun threw his arm in the air, holding it out of reach. “IT’S NOT IMPORTANT.”
Throwing his hands on his hips, Onew jutted out his bottom lip and gave the younger boy his best sad eyes. “Jjongie~Pwease?”
He only earned a snort in response.
Trying again, Onew said, “If you don’t show me you won’t get any of this.” He motioned toward his crotch.
“NOT THE DUBULGE!” Jonghyun fell to his knees, dropping Taemin’s notebook and grabbed Onew’s buttcheeks to pull him forward and rub his face in that glorious bulge covered snugly by his jeans. “Can’t you just trust me?”
“No.” Onew squirmed away and wanting so badly to just deftly pick up the notebook and run away, but ,alas, his coordination skills made him end up face first in the floor, ass up in the air.
“That’s a good look for you.”
“Shuddup.” Onew rolled over and lay on his back staring up into a pair of large mismatched nostrils. “You have a booger.”
Jonghyun ignored him, instead choosing to kick away the offensive object lying on the floor far, far away before Onew would stop being preoccupied looking at his boogers and realize what he had been doing a few seconds before. Fortunately for him, Onew’s mind tended to switch gears really easily. He saw those doe eyes crinkle into an almost dark smile, arms reaching out to grasp at Jonghyun’s hips.
“You’re too far away.” The way he said it was intoxicating to Jonghyun’s ears. Smirking, Jonghyun lowered himself to his knees and gave a quick peck to the leader’s lips.
“This better?”
Onew’s smile was not a nice one. It was devilish and it was like his eyes held some deep secret. If Jonghyun had any idea he was going to get a knee in the crotch he would’ve ran, but he never imagined Jinki would hurt him to run away and lock himself in the bathroom.
“THE FUCK, JINKI?!” Jonghyun rolled on the ground grasping at his crotch crying out, “THAT FUCKING HURT YOU BASTARD!” Squishing up in fetal position, he closed his eyes tightly wishing the pain away. How could his boyfriend do such a horrid action? And for what reason---
Jonghyun’s eyes shot open and quickly scanned the floor. “SHIT.” He had underestimated Jinki. Apparently he had not been distracted that easily and was now locked in the bathroom reading Taemin’s notebook. Jonghyun groaned. Slowly getting up to his knees, he crawled down the hallway and gently knocked on the door. “Baby…? Can I come in?”
There was no response at first and Jonghyun swore if he had to break down the door he would. He knocked again. “Jinki… Please…?”
Muffled sounds met his ears and the door quickly swung upon, revealing a slightly horrified Dubu, his eyes as wide as saucers, jaw on the floor. It was too late.
Sighing, Jonghyun took the notebook from Jinki’s loose grip. “So you read it huh?” He opened the notebook once more and flipped to the same page he had been on earlier. He read out:
The way Onew usually looked at Jonghyun spoke of thousands of stories, memories of their times together, the love they shared for one another. The look Onew was giving him now was also full of stories; stories of what he wanted to do to that body late in the late when his bandmates were asleep. Onew was the predator at that instant; Jonghyun the prey. The only catch was the Jonghyun wanted to be preyed on, feasted on, completely and utterly eaten.
“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” Onew yelled, flailing his arms about hoping to knock the story out of Jonghyun’s hands but only managed hitting the wall. Add that to the collection of bruises.
Feeling a bit seditious, Jonghyun flipped forward a few pages and continued reading:
Onew ran his tongue across a pert nipple, drawing out a long moan. Releasing the hardened nub after a quick nip of his teeth, he brought up one hand and laced his fingers through Jonghyun’s silky locks and whispered, “I am going to fuck you into oblivion.”
“OH MY GOD STOP!!!!!!” Onew had both hands weaved in his hair, tugging at the strands harshly. “This isn’t real. This is NOT real.”
Jonghyun closed the notebook, tucking it under his arm. “It’s okay, babe.”
Jinki began shaking hysterically, bits of hair flying out from his grip. “It is NOT ok. OUR TAEMINNIE….WRITES…PORN!”
“Sexy porn,” Jonghyun corrected.
The elder fell to the floor with a soft grunt. “He. Writes. Porn. About. US.”
Falling gracefully next to the crumpled body, Jonghyun rubbed his lover’s back soothingly. “Let’s just say he is being…creative! Yeah. Using your imagination is a good thing, right?”
“No.”
“Now you’re being silly. Think of it this way. He could’ve been writing how much he hated his life and how he was going to slit his wrists or down a bottle of pills.”
“That’s what my journal is going to sound like now.”
Jonghyun chuckled at that. “OK then. Be dramatic.” Jonghyun stood up and walked toward the bedroom. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “And here I was thinking we could act out what he wrote. Oh well.”
Jinki tackled him to the floor.
~~
Rubbing his eyes, Taemin walked through the doorway, flinging his shoes off haphazardly and walked into the kitchen. The dorm was quiet and dark, a stark contrast from the blaring music and bright lights at the recording studio. Grabbing a glass of water he started down the hallway to the bedroom, his left foot stepping on something.
“Wha--? OH.” Bending over with precision and grace, he picked up his math notebook and saw an envelope falling out from in between the pages. Opening it, he saw a sizable amount of cash and a letter that had Jonghyun’s scribbles all over it.
Taeminnie:
Thank you so much for letting me use your notebook. Your writing is amazing! Keep it up!
Oh. By the way, I am usually on top. Just for future reference.
MUCH LOVE~ Blingbling
author: dubukisses
pairing: jonghyun/onew
rating: pg-13
genre: romance/humor
warnings: language, references to sex
summary: Worried about Taemin's secret writing frenzy, Onew takes it upon himself to find out what is wrong. He was not expecting what he found.
Onew had not meant to stumble upon Taemin’s bookbag and knock out all the contents. And he definitely had not meant to rummage through his notebooks, nor did he mean to open it up and start reading it. Okay, so he did mean to read it, but he didn’t mean to trip over his bag.
He had noticed the maknae had been furiously writing in that same grey notebook for days now. Every time he turned around, Taemin was in the shadows, pen in hand. He had begun to worry after Jonghyun had said he was ‘going through that time in his life’ where he needed an outlet to “emo”. And that’s how he ended up on the floor sifting through the maknae’s notebook, looking for anything that would indicate depression.
“Yah. What are you doing?” Startled, Onew threw the book up into the air and began shoving everything back into the black backpack. Two strong hands stopped him and a couple of puppy eyes gazed straight into his. Jonghyun grinned. “Reading Taemin’s stuff huh? Sneaky sneaky.”
Onew turned away with a huff. “I’m worried about him.”
“I know. That’s why you’re a great hyung.” He felt an arm wrap around him and pull him against Jonghyun’s chest. Soft lips tickled against the shell of his ear as he heard, “But you should probably ask him next time. Or get me to do the dirty work.” Jonghyun left a small kiss on the side of his hyung’s cheek before moving away to pick up the discarded notebook. Thumbing through it quickly, he stopped somewhere near the middle, his eyes going wide.
“What is it? Please tell me he doesn’t want to kill himself!” Onew looked mortified as Jonghyun’s eyes continued to get bigger and bigger.
After forcing himself to blink a few times, Jonghyun tore his eyes away from the written words to settle on Onew. “Uh. No. He’s not depressed. Or going to kill himself.” He laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. “OOPS. I was wrong.”
Onew noticed the gleam in Jonghyun’s eye and knew he was not saying something. Onew shot up, grabbing at the abused notebook but Jonghyun threw his arm in the air, holding it out of reach. “IT’S NOT IMPORTANT.”
Throwing his hands on his hips, Onew jutted out his bottom lip and gave the younger boy his best sad eyes. “Jjongie~Pwease?”
He only earned a snort in response.
Trying again, Onew said, “If you don’t show me you won’t get any of this.” He motioned toward his crotch.
“NOT THE DUBULGE!” Jonghyun fell to his knees, dropping Taemin’s notebook and grabbed Onew’s buttcheeks to pull him forward and rub his face in that glorious bulge covered snugly by his jeans. “Can’t you just trust me?”
“No.” Onew squirmed away and wanting so badly to just deftly pick up the notebook and run away, but ,alas, his coordination skills made him end up face first in the floor, ass up in the air.
“That’s a good look for you.”
“Shuddup.” Onew rolled over and lay on his back staring up into a pair of large mismatched nostrils. “You have a booger.”
Jonghyun ignored him, instead choosing to kick away the offensive object lying on the floor far, far away before Onew would stop being preoccupied looking at his boogers and realize what he had been doing a few seconds before. Fortunately for him, Onew’s mind tended to switch gears really easily. He saw those doe eyes crinkle into an almost dark smile, arms reaching out to grasp at Jonghyun’s hips.
“You’re too far away.” The way he said it was intoxicating to Jonghyun’s ears. Smirking, Jonghyun lowered himself to his knees and gave a quick peck to the leader’s lips.
“This better?”
Onew’s smile was not a nice one. It was devilish and it was like his eyes held some deep secret. If Jonghyun had any idea he was going to get a knee in the crotch he would’ve ran, but he never imagined Jinki would hurt him to run away and lock himself in the bathroom.
“THE FUCK, JINKI?!” Jonghyun rolled on the ground grasping at his crotch crying out, “THAT FUCKING HURT YOU BASTARD!” Squishing up in fetal position, he closed his eyes tightly wishing the pain away. How could his boyfriend do such a horrid action? And for what reason---
Jonghyun’s eyes shot open and quickly scanned the floor. “SHIT.” He had underestimated Jinki. Apparently he had not been distracted that easily and was now locked in the bathroom reading Taemin’s notebook. Jonghyun groaned. Slowly getting up to his knees, he crawled down the hallway and gently knocked on the door. “Baby…? Can I come in?”
There was no response at first and Jonghyun swore if he had to break down the door he would. He knocked again. “Jinki… Please…?”
Muffled sounds met his ears and the door quickly swung upon, revealing a slightly horrified Dubu, his eyes as wide as saucers, jaw on the floor. It was too late.
Sighing, Jonghyun took the notebook from Jinki’s loose grip. “So you read it huh?” He opened the notebook once more and flipped to the same page he had been on earlier. He read out:
The way Onew usually looked at Jonghyun spoke of thousands of stories, memories of their times together, the love they shared for one another. The look Onew was giving him now was also full of stories; stories of what he wanted to do to that body late in the late when his bandmates were asleep. Onew was the predator at that instant; Jonghyun the prey. The only catch was the Jonghyun wanted to be preyed on, feasted on, completely and utterly eaten.
“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” Onew yelled, flailing his arms about hoping to knock the story out of Jonghyun’s hands but only managed hitting the wall. Add that to the collection of bruises.
Feeling a bit seditious, Jonghyun flipped forward a few pages and continued reading:
Onew ran his tongue across a pert nipple, drawing out a long moan. Releasing the hardened nub after a quick nip of his teeth, he brought up one hand and laced his fingers through Jonghyun’s silky locks and whispered, “I am going to fuck you into oblivion.”
“OH MY GOD STOP!!!!!!” Onew had both hands weaved in his hair, tugging at the strands harshly. “This isn’t real. This is NOT real.”
Jonghyun closed the notebook, tucking it under his arm. “It’s okay, babe.”
Jinki began shaking hysterically, bits of hair flying out from his grip. “It is NOT ok. OUR TAEMINNIE….WRITES…PORN!”
“Sexy porn,” Jonghyun corrected.
The elder fell to the floor with a soft grunt. “He. Writes. Porn. About. US.”
Falling gracefully next to the crumpled body, Jonghyun rubbed his lover’s back soothingly. “Let’s just say he is being…creative! Yeah. Using your imagination is a good thing, right?”
“No.”
“Now you’re being silly. Think of it this way. He could’ve been writing how much he hated his life and how he was going to slit his wrists or down a bottle of pills.”
“That’s what my journal is going to sound like now.”
Jonghyun chuckled at that. “OK then. Be dramatic.” Jonghyun stood up and walked toward the bedroom. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “And here I was thinking we could act out what he wrote. Oh well.”
Jinki tackled him to the floor.
~~
Rubbing his eyes, Taemin walked through the doorway, flinging his shoes off haphazardly and walked into the kitchen. The dorm was quiet and dark, a stark contrast from the blaring music and bright lights at the recording studio. Grabbing a glass of water he started down the hallway to the bedroom, his left foot stepping on something.
“Wha--? OH.” Bending over with precision and grace, he picked up his math notebook and saw an envelope falling out from in between the pages. Opening it, he saw a sizable amount of cash and a letter that had Jonghyun’s scribbles all over it.
Taeminnie:
Thank you so much for letting me use your notebook. Your writing is amazing! Keep it up!
Oh. By the way, I am usually on top. Just for future reference.
MUCH LOVE~ Blingbling