[17] Tumblr Fic. Assemble!
A bunch of stories that I've written in random fits on tumblr. Some while on very little hours of sleep with various degrees of betaing. You have been warned. These are the SHINee Related ones. I'll post the DBSK and the EXO ones in separate posts, maybe tomorrow.
Note: I don’t know the Ondrew character all too well or the Rock of Ages storyline so this is just me attempting to weave things :c He’s mostly a young wannabe rocker at this point. Prompt from Baby-Onew posted here. 1585w
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Jinki didn't know where he was going; he was lost in the game of life and needed to be saved. At 23 he was merely a barback at a local night club, The Bourbon Room. His job paid him enough to get by, but this was not what he was planning when he first set off on his adventure. Jinki had left for the city at the age of 18 to become a star, and instead he was just a nobody; a nobody that worked nights in bar and odd hours during the day as an unassuming barista.
The hightlights of his days, at the current, was when he gets to sing. Every so often, he gets the chance at open mic night to really live. An acoustic tune, a jazz medley, you name it, and Jinki could sing it.
But, despite the variety of songs he could do, and what was the most requested, the thing he loved to sing the most was rock. Old school 70s American rock songs that made his voice hoarse with pleasure, his soul electric with life. And while he can sing and screech with some of the best, normally dulcet voice rough with emotion, Jinki just didn't look or act the part.
“It is kind of weird to see such a clean cut, Michael Buble-esque man sing rock, hyung,” said Taemin one night. He wiped his hands on his torn jeans, removing sweat and grease from his palms. “I loved what you did with Cum on Feel the Noize, Slade would tip their hat to you, but it’s just kind of weird seeing a man in a nice sweater vest do it?”
Taemin was a fan that Jinki saved one night at the bar. The kid was drunk, underage, and penniless and ever since they were best friends. Minho, the other drunken underage kid he found with Taemin, was his second fan; he was also in the can at the moment.
“Perhaps,” groaned Jinki. He put his guitar away carefully and wiped at the sweat from his brow. “How can I look more like a rocker?”
“Gentlemen, I think I can be of help?” said a voice. Jinki and Taemin turned to look at the source of the newcomer. Both raised their eyebrows in puzzlement. There, leaning against the door frame was a blonde, a blonde in a pilot’s uniform. Confidence oozed from his pores.
“Who are you and how can you help him?” blurted out Taemin. Jinki looked at him minutely, partially envious and partially not of the kid’s lack of a filter."
The blonde smirked, a dimple charming on his cheek. “You can just call me Frankie, though Key is just fine. I’m lying low for a few days here and I know a thing or two about rock and roll.”
“I’m sorry but we don’t know you and you’re not supposed to be back here, this is staff and-“ Jinki started before he was interrupted by Taemin. Again.
“Oh yeah? And how can we trust some random weirdo in a pilot costume to teach him about rock and roll?” said Taemin. Jinki shook his head. Taemin’s mouth really did need to curb it sometimes.
“Because,” said Key, he pretentiously fiddled with his pilot pins. “Part of any great rock act is the smoke and mirrors and I,” he tilted his hat mockingly, “Know a lot about smoke and mirrors. Also my dad used to manage rock stars,” he said quickly. He had noticed that Taemin was about to say something rude. Taemin looked at Jinki, Jinki looked at Taemin. And both looked at Minho, who had returned from the restrooms.
“You’re going to be here for how many days?” asked Jinki.
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Key was a pretty fun guy to be around, once they got around his ego. Jinki and Taemin managed just fine, Taemin even became good friends with the pilot, but Minho was another story.“No, I don’t trust him. Nobody does this for free, he might ask us to forge checks or something ridiculous,” he hissed, large eyes mistrusting. “I bet he isn’t even a pilot, but some con artist,” he paused in his rambling to look at Jinki. “Hyung, what are you doing, you’re going to poke your eye out.”
“Key said that rockers need a rough image, something rebellious and sexy. And I’m trying to line my eyes because Key said it would look cool,” he jabbed his eyelid gently before giving up. “Oh. I don’t know. I don’t know the first thing of lining my eyes! Or being beastly!” He groaned and wiped at his face.
Minho sighed and went back to helping Jinki paint his nails. He looked over at Taemin and Key; the latter had styled the younger’s long brown hair into something of a mess and was now teaching the younger to put glitter on his eyelids. For fun. He sighed again.
Key eventually had to line Jinki’s eyes, and paint his nails, and tear up and bedazzle Jinki’s nice jean jacket. Jinki was going to miss that jacket.
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“Key, do you really think that this is going to work?” asked Jinki. He looked at himself in the mirror and blinked stupidly. His normally tamed long locks had been teased and crimped to oblivion and dark ink lined his eyes. He had on the tightest pair of jeans imaginable and a ripped black band t-shirt that had seen better days. It was like looking at a stranger.
“Yes it is. And if the crowd doesn't love your talent, which they would be stupid; also if you suck, which you won't, since you're pretty stellar talented, they can at least look at your thighs and ass, you have a nice derriere Jinki-sshi. Time to flaunt it,” said Key as he fluffed out Minho’s hair for fun. Minho had the familiar long suffering look on his face.
“I think you look great hyung!” sings Taemin brightly. “You work those juicy curves!” he added, twirling a bit. Minho gave Taemin a strange look. Jinki and Key too. Nobody really knew where Taemin’s train of thought came from.
“Now look alive and kick ass,” said Key, slapping Jinki on the behind. He smiled cheekily, dimples deep.
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Jinki was a hit. The new transformation and the few days with Key did wonders for his stage presence and helped his talent shine through. He ended the night with several calls for an encore and several encores later was he able to leave the stage, exhausted and sweaty but very, very happy.
Jinki could see Key in the corner of the bar lounge, pilot hat in place, huge grin on his face. “Key!” he shouted, fighting against the sudden throng of new fans. Where did they come from anyways? “Key!”
“Lee Jinki?” said a man, suddenly in his path. He was on the shorter side, and in any other day Jinki would have asked the man to wait a moment but something about him seemed important. Perhaps it was the silk button up shirt he was wearing, or the ridiculous dinosaur bow tie he had on. Or the brand name designer glasses. Either way, he seemed important.
“Yes?” said Jinki, slightly confused.
“My name is Kim Jonghyun and I’m from BGBG Records. Have you heard of us?”
Jinki’s breath hitched. His heartbeat shot up, adrenaline spiked his system. BGBG was the label Chang Kiha and Faces were signed to; they were one of the leading rock influenced indie labels in South Korea. This was big! Jinki paused, willing his heart to not die on him. “Yes. Yes I have,” he croaked.
“Well,” says Jonghyun, taking off his shades. A pair of mischievous eyes stared back at him, twinkling slightly. Jinki idly wondered who was cocky enough to wear shades indoors and then how drunk Jonghyun was. “I think you may have a future with BGBG. You killed out there, wonderful talent and stage presence. So what say you?”
“Fuck yes,” interrupted Taemin. Somehow Taemin and Minho had joined Jinki and were positively buzzing with energy.
Jinki took a deep breath as Minho interrogated Jonghyun, single handedly asking to see legalities before signing, and keeping back an excited blabbering Taemin. It wasn’t even their contract! Jinki turned to Jonghyun, questions about the contract on his lips, ready to ask, but instead he asked a different question.
“How did you hear about me? About this place?” he inquired.
“Ah, it’s a funny story, but the short version is, some bombshell blonde pilot waltzed in our office today asking for directions to the nearest airport. I don’t know how he found us, since we’re nowhere near an airport, but we got to talking over drinks and he told me about you guys, about a hotshot rock god blooming in the wild. And I couldn't say no! And boy am I glad I took his whiskey shot, I mean, I took his advice.”
As Taemin, Minho, and Jonghyun celebrated over shots and more alcohol, Jinki went through the bar looking for Key, hoping to thank him. But he wasn’t able to; the blonde was gone, as if he was never ever there.
Key saved him in the game of life, he had granted Jinki’s dream and the least Jinki could do is thank him. But he couldn't. He wasn't even sure if the blonde’s name was Key or if he was a pilot. After all, he did say he was a master at smoke and mirrors.
Note: Prompt given by uncagethecolors. Originally here. 1083w
After the accident, Kibum was not quite the same. Sure he still had most of his memories; at least he thought he did. And he still had his appetite for life and adventure, but something was quite off. Kibum felt a bit off, as if he was missing something, something not always noticeable but very valuable. He couldn’t tell Taemin, they just had a fight and he could not talk to the other boy without a door in between them.
He screams apologies day after day to their closed door but Taemin wouldn’t budge. The only time he saw the boy was late at night, when the other was asleep. he stands by his bedside, trails apologetic fingertips across the other boy's smooth cheek before a small stir from Taemin draws him away
Soon after, Kibum realizes that he must speak with Taemin. To apologize.
Kibum wakes up very early one morning, after passing out from his exhaustion. He wakes in the guest room with a sense of dread, a weird feeling in the back of his mind, quietly questioning why something was so. He needs someone to talk to.
He rolls around until he finds a sweater. The morning was cold but he had to talk to Taemin. Taemin was home, he was sure of it. He needs to see the younger boy’s face.
“Taemin,” he says, knocking slightly on their door. He frowns when his boyfriend doesn’t answer. “Taemin!” he says, a little louder. He opens the door to find an empty room. “What the hell, Taemin where are you. You can’t be avoiding me,” he gripes.
He walks towards the living room to think, to distract himself from the peculiar feeling gnawing at the pit of his stomach. On the kitchen table, a large bundle of white bouquets goes unnoticed. He makes a cup of tea to ease his mind. Sitting on the sofa, Kibum allows his mind to wander blankly. His thoughts race miles a moment, but without any destination or a purpose.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Taemin since the fight,” says Kibum. Angled eyes downturn, worry apparent. “I hope he’s okay.”
The sounds of the answering machine make him spill his tea. He didn’t even hear the phone ring. The hot liquid burns against his cold skin. Kibum curses creatively before he turns to listen to the message record in real time.
“This is Jinki. Please call me back. We need to talk about the accident, about his death. Please call us immediately, we’re here for you and we’re worried for you.” Jinki finished his message and hangs up. The resounding click sounds empty, like a finale.
Kibum sat there, more confused as ever. “Accident?” he mumbles, face clouding, thoughts becoming murkier. “But that was a few days ago, Taemin ran into the street lamp, and there was the hospital, but we were okay…I thought.”
And the memories came rushing back to him. He could remember the smell of burned rubber, the wet droplets of rain crashing through a broken window. The burning pain on his side as blood flowed out. And Taemin. Taemin with his eyes closed, face pale, a trickle of crimson flowing down the gash on his forehead.
Kibum stared at the floor, mind blank as he processed what happened. “Taemin,” he says, eyes widening. “Taemin’s dead. He died. That’s why everything is so weird, I forgot that Taemin died, how could I-” he gasps, clutching at his dark locks in frustration.
Somehow Kibum manages to stagger towards the kitchen, where a small bird themed calendar hung, next to the table. He stares at it, really stares at it, noticing the date was wrong, that it was weeks later than he remembers. He snatches it, throws it towards the living room and sinks down on a chair, curling up like a lost child.
Kibum didn’t know how long he sat, it felt like hours but it must have been only one at most, before he hears the sound of a key entering the lock. Someone was coming in. Someone was noisily coming in, clumsily banging on the wall. Key could hear the soft dulcet tones of Jinki’s voice, probably on the phone talking to someone.
“Hey, I’m in here,” Kibum says, wiping messily at the leftover tears on his face. “Jinki, I need to talk to you, I’m such a horrible person I-”And Kibum stops, stops in mid-sentence, in mid breath as he sees who Jinki was talking to.
Jinki was talking to Taemin. Taemin, who looked like he hasn’t slept for days, who looked thin, gaunt, like a ghost. Taemin, who was nodding blankly at Jinki’s soothing words. Taemin, who was alive.
“Just take what you need and you can stay with me and Jonghyun,” says Jinki. His eyes are red rimmed. “You need to stop blaming yourself, staying here won’t help, you’re surrounded by his spirit and he would want you to move on…”
“I know hyung. I know. I shouldn’t have stayed here after the accident. I thought I would be okay, but two days ago I started hearing his voice, started seeing things move around, I thought he touched my face one night. I need to get away from here…” says Taemin, voice cracking. He looks around nervously before noticing the cup of tea Kibum made and the calendar on the ground.
Kibum has stood up and was standing right in front of him, but Taemin was looking through him, at the cup of tea on the table. His eyes were unseeing.
“That wasn’t there earlier, it’s still warm, hyung-!” he turns to look frightfully at the eldest. Jinki breathes deeply before guiding Taemin to sit on a chair.
“C’mon, you rest here while I get your clothes.&rdquo
As Taemin sits there, mouth in a frown, a hand playing with the half full cup, Kibum realizes something
“I’m dead,” Kibum says, eyes wide with shock. “I’m the one that died.” He notices the bouquets on the table, really notices the bouquets. White flowers and written condolences pray for his soul to rest in peace. The strange gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach dissipates.
Taemin looks directly at him, but not at him but through the kitchen window, where the sun shines brightly. “I miss you. I’m sorry. If only you can hear me,” he says, eyes bloodshot and so sad.
Kibum sinks down on the other chair and weeps to himself
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I don’t know what happened even. This is not a drabbleeee ;w;
tl;dr: taemin and key had a fight in the car. they get into an accident, key dies. key wakes up as a ghost and still thinks they are still fighting, tries to reason through taemin, who has holed himself up in their room. key takes a “nap” and taemin manages to slip out to get away from the ghost in his house. key wakes up wanders around wondering why everything feels weird, thinks taemin was the one that died. realizes that he was the one that died and has been haunting taemin.
Note: Prompt given by linnhe, originally posted here.600w
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Second to Minho, Key had the best health in SHINee. He has prided himself in his immune system as he rarely was ill during their busiest of times. Even during the periods where he juggled musical performances and promotions, Key’s heath held up.
Unfortunately, whenever he does fall ill, even with the slightest of colds, he is the most delicate of paper dolls. And there he rests, nose congested, throat hoarse, curled up in a bright yellow soft micro-fleece blanket, asleep to the world.
Taemin sits by his side, reading a book, skittish eyes darting to and from the pages to check on blonde. He pauses in mid-sentence, as a slight bit of worry clouding his eyes as Key coughs slightly in his sleep, dyed brows furrowing gently before becoming peaceful again.
He keeps mind to be quiet as he checks the older boy’s temperature. The soft skin underneath his fingertips is slightly warm and sweaty, a fever. Taemin bites his lip before getting up to go to the restroom. He had in mind to refresh the cool towel he had been using to bring down the fever.
The youngest is in charge of the blonde for today, as the others had other engagements. Initially, Jonghyun had his worries, offering to stay behind and skip his schedule to care for Key, but Taemin was firm. He wanted to take care of the older boy, after all, Key has always cared for Taemin when he was sick, and Taemin wanted to reciprocate.
In the bathroom, Taemin absently rinses the damp cloth, mind partially preoccupied, listening for any sounds from the room. A muffled cough. Key was awake. Taemin turned and slipped back to the room, damp cloth ready in one hand, the other readying to fetch a glass of water. Key might be thirsty.
Key laid on his side, eyes tired and sightly puffy from sleep. “Taemin-ah,” he rasps. He frowns, unhappy with how he sounds. He tries again. “Taemin-ah-”
“Hyung, you need to not speak, you’ll only strain your voice,” said Taemin sternly. He smiles angelically as Key gives him an incredulous look but remains quiet. Key never liked staying quiet.
“It’s about time for lunch, I made some porridge for you since you still need to eat to keep yourself from getting sicker,” he says before noticing Key’s second incredulous look. “I didn’t put anything in there that was weird. Just bits of pork and chicken broth, if you were worried.” Key rolls his eyes, attitude still intact despite his illness.
“Stay here. I’ll go get you a bowl.”
Taemin went to the kitchen to browse for a bowl and a large spoon. The pot of porridge was cool, unfit to eat so he turns on the stove and waits. He hops up and down on his feet, impatiently waiting for the stove to warm up the pot.
The younger practically jumps out of his skin when he feels a very warm body drape itself across his back. He stiffens before turning to frown at the fever ridden Key.
“I thought I told you to stay put,” he says, putting his bossiest tone to use.
“You were gone too long, I got lonely,” says Key, quietly. He sniffles cutely before folding himself in Taemin’s arms, something he does whenever he wanted to be coddled. “Besides, I want to ask you to make me some tea. I request some of the nice kind that Jinki received from his noona fans. He said I can have some.”
“Okay spoiled-hyung,” says Taemin, playfully pushing at Key
“Thank you Taeminnie.”
“No problem.”
Note: Written on a whim because of Jules's tags. Go love her. Originally posted here. 925w
Jonghyun doesn't know how it happened. He really doesn't. But one day, during a filming of Star King he looks over at Key’s forearm and thinks, “I wonder if he tastes as good as he looks.”
He spends so much time pondering over That Very Important Question that when a guest pulls him over to do tango dancing, he completely forgets all the rehearsed sexy moves he wanted to show off and just stands around awkwardly. He watches as the woman swivels her hips and signals dangerously with her eyes for him to ‘do something you asshole, you’re ruining my showtime’. And so he quickly turns around and stumbles to his seat, the laughter from the audience only a slight buzz in his ears. All he could think of is Key’s skin.
Key looks at him slightly, eyes twinkling half-amused before he goes back to making his “shocked expression” for the cameras, the one that Amber ever so kindly says makes him look like a small rodent.
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It wasn’t until much much later that Jonghyun does something that he never would have thought he would do on camera - he bites Key’s forearm. He reasons that it wasn’t his fault, that any normal human would bite into the tempting creamy flesh because it’s so soft and smooth looking and smells like expensive body lotion. He reasons that it was also close to lunch time and he was starving and Key conveniently had his arms wrapped around his shoulder. Key didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact it seems by the small shivers and the the fact that the boy edged even closer to Jonghyun, that he liked it. At least that's what Jonghyun told himself, in the back of his mind.
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During lunch Taemin slyly asks if Key’s arm tastes good. Jonghyun sputters and spills his green tea all over himself. He knew Taemin was weirdly perceptive and downright sadistic at times, but he was just unprepared to hear that question so soon. Key was conveniently not there as he was talking to the girls in Sistar but he turns around (along with everyone in the station) at the sound of Jonghyun’s little fit. Jonghyun excuses himself to go to the bathroom.
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In the restrooms he idly stands there, flipping his bangs around in an attempt to make it look casually tousled yet cool, trying to forget about the texture of Key’s skin. Unfortunately for him Key decides at that moment to show up and stand next to him. Jonghyun pretends to not notice him; he stares intently into the mirror, placing and replacing the same strand of hair pretending as if he didn’t just bite his best friend on national television.
“You look like a douche when you do that.”
Key’s voice is carefully casual as he goes to stand beside Jonghyun, eyes staring straight at him through the mirror. His arms are crossed across his slim chest and from his angle, Jonghyun can still see the faint outlines of teeth on his pale skin.
“Bite me,” Jonghyun replies. He freezes, suddenly very much aware of what he has just said. Key smiles, teeth white against pink lips.
“Hyung, I think you are the one that has the biting problem.” Bodies press against each other, sliding against cool tiles.
A slender finger smooths across Jonghyun’s lips before the owner of said finger moves himself even closer. Giggling as he sees the elder’s eyes dilate, Key demurely tilts his neck, like an offering, and gasps when Jonghyun tentatively mouths along tender flesh.
“I can help you with it or…” his breath hitches as Jonghyun bites down. “…or make it worse.”
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Jonghyun’s senses are overloaded with Key. All he could touch, smell, taste was the younger boy and he wants more, he needs more. A knee daringly rubs against the blond’s crotch as Jonghyun situates himself in between slender thighs. He presses Key against the bathroom wall, stubby fingers harshly pulling at the collar of the other’s shirt, searching for more of that skin. Finally he finds a patch on a slim shoulder.
Key winces and mumbles something into Jonghyun’s neck as he feels teeth dig into the fleshy part. The elder pulls away slightly, ignores the uncomfortable tightness in his pants as he flushes with concern, concern over the idea that he has hurt the blond. That he went too far. But he is surprised as Key brokenly grinds against him, blunt nails printing crescents into his bare arms. Jonghyun nearly forgets to breathe.
“N-n-no Jjong. Why did you stop? Bite me harder, please, I-” Key babbles as he rubs against Jonghyun’s body. “Your teeth are so sharp, it feels so good when your teeth pierce my skin. I’ll do anything you want, please, just. Bite me harder…”
Jonghyun draws the trembling frame into his arms, nipping harshly at already red skin. Blood blooms against broken skin. He breathes heavily, tongue laving gently at the wound, pushing down the urge to slam the other boy against the tiled floor and see what the other parts of his body taste like. All he could taste was Key, all he wanted to taste was Key and it scared him. He was addicted. They stand there, quietly. The only sounds permeating the small restroom were their shallow breaths and the static humming of cheap electric lights.
Slowly Key draws the elder up for a chaste kiss, eyes ironically innocent as he curls fingers into a white shirt.
“Continue this in your room?”
Note: Something utterly stupid that came up from linnhe's tags. SHINee are goldfish and discover the edge of the bowl. Originally posted here. Super unbeta-ed and lapslock. 549w
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one day a very loud yelp comes from the somewhere of the fishbowl. nobody really paid much mind to it, thinking it was just jonghyun rediscovering the bubble machine.
jinki was currently swimming around near the top of their home, patiently waiting for food. he considered going belly up, but decided against it after the last fish that had tried it never came back.
minho, the lionhead fish, was busy guarding the castle, determined to make sure that the castle remains his. he had already scared at jinki when the other tried to swim through, and ended up getting the poor pearlscaled fish stuck in a window. upon hearing yelp, he slowly swam out, ready to attack whatever dared to trespass on his territory.
kibum, the resident white veiltail, was talking to key about how beautiful his tail looked that day. he was always so surprised at how similar key looked and could never figure out just why key always appeared at the edges of the tank.
“yah kibum, why is someone screaming?” asked jonghyun, swimming over to his friend. jonghyun was a panda moor fish and more often than not, was fascinated by the bubble machine
“jjong not now i’m trying to get key to move but he keeps on wanting to look at me! yah, i know i’m hot but give me a break!” muttered the white fish irritably.
jinki finally swam over to the trio. they could tell that by the way he fluttered his fins, he seemed concerned. “i think taemin was screaming, i haven’t seen our maknae in a while, at least since the last feeding time!&rdquo
jonghyun nodded happily, waving his tail in kibum’s face. “i agree! wait what were we talking about again? minho’s castle?”
“my castle!” yelled minho, as he once again made his rounds around the castle perimeters.
“i don’t think we were talking about minho’s stupid castle…maybe we were talking about my scales? they do look nice today, don’t they?” said kibum. he wiggled around with pride.
“hyung! hyung!” shrieked taemin, racing out from behind the seaweed forest. the little orandas fish seemed excited. i found something! something cool!”
his announcement got everyone’s attention. even minho left his post out of curiousity.
“what did you find? did you see the human again?” asked jinki. “is she going to feed us soon?”
“no! even better! i was bored so i went into the seaweed forest but then i got lost, but then i found an exit and i found something really really cool!” babbled taemin. he swam around nervously
“what is it?” asked jonghyun. he was already forgetting why they were surrounding taemin.
“guys, i found…” said taemin, pausing for effect. “i found the other side of our home! the other side even has rocks and a castle! just like this side!&rdquo
a moment passed before minho turned to look directly at taemin. he shook his fins soothingly. minho always was the most patient with their youngest. “taemin, what you found is the backyard of my castle. which is mine. minho’s.”
he suddenly jolted, remembering that his castle has been unguarded. he swam back as fast as he could
jonghyun bubbled confusedly. he had already forgotten what a castle was.
jinki sighed and again went back to waiting for food.
Note: Jonghyun and Minho's first time is far, far from perfect and has way too much slobber. Something stupid. Originally posted here.
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The first time they have sex, Jonghyun is all nervous giggles and attempts to show off every try-hard gesture he has learned from watching porn. He groans like an injured animal and leaves a glob of spit in Minho’s ear. But Minho was a trooper and refused to give up. He was just as horny as the smaller man was and goddammit he wanted to have sex.
After a few more minutes of unattractive moaning and stupid giggles, Minho finally decides to put a stop to the nonsense. “Ok. This is how it’s gonna go,” he says, rolling the smaller man on his back. “Since you are unable to put the condom on me without giggling and ripping it weirdly, you just stay there and prep yourself. Think you can handle that?”
Jonghyun nods tongue swiping all over his mouth. He looked like a slobbering dog. Minho sighs and passes him the small bottle of lube.
Eventually Minho has to prepare Jonghyun because the other ends up making even weirder snorting noises and gets most of the lube in his hair, somehow.
“You’re lucky I”m horny today,” he mutters, hoisting the smaller man’s legs around his waist. Jonghyun responds with another exaggerated moan and sloppily licks Minho’s eye.
Note: I don’t know the Ondrew character all too well or the Rock of Ages storyline so this is just me attempting to weave things :c He’s mostly a young wannabe rocker at this point. Prompt from Baby-Onew posted here. 1585w
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Jinki didn't know where he was going; he was lost in the game of life and needed to be saved. At 23 he was merely a barback at a local night club, The Bourbon Room. His job paid him enough to get by, but this was not what he was planning when he first set off on his adventure. Jinki had left for the city at the age of 18 to become a star, and instead he was just a nobody; a nobody that worked nights in bar and odd hours during the day as an unassuming barista.
The hightlights of his days, at the current, was when he gets to sing. Every so often, he gets the chance at open mic night to really live. An acoustic tune, a jazz medley, you name it, and Jinki could sing it.
But, despite the variety of songs he could do, and what was the most requested, the thing he loved to sing the most was rock. Old school 70s American rock songs that made his voice hoarse with pleasure, his soul electric with life. And while he can sing and screech with some of the best, normally dulcet voice rough with emotion, Jinki just didn't look or act the part.
“It is kind of weird to see such a clean cut, Michael Buble-esque man sing rock, hyung,” said Taemin one night. He wiped his hands on his torn jeans, removing sweat and grease from his palms. “I loved what you did with Cum on Feel the Noize, Slade would tip their hat to you, but it’s just kind of weird seeing a man in a nice sweater vest do it?”
Taemin was a fan that Jinki saved one night at the bar. The kid was drunk, underage, and penniless and ever since they were best friends. Minho, the other drunken underage kid he found with Taemin, was his second fan; he was also in the can at the moment.
“Perhaps,” groaned Jinki. He put his guitar away carefully and wiped at the sweat from his brow. “How can I look more like a rocker?”
“Gentlemen, I think I can be of help?” said a voice. Jinki and Taemin turned to look at the source of the newcomer. Both raised their eyebrows in puzzlement. There, leaning against the door frame was a blonde, a blonde in a pilot’s uniform. Confidence oozed from his pores.
“Who are you and how can you help him?” blurted out Taemin. Jinki looked at him minutely, partially envious and partially not of the kid’s lack of a filter."
The blonde smirked, a dimple charming on his cheek. “You can just call me Frankie, though Key is just fine. I’m lying low for a few days here and I know a thing or two about rock and roll.”
“I’m sorry but we don’t know you and you’re not supposed to be back here, this is staff and-“ Jinki started before he was interrupted by Taemin. Again.
“Oh yeah? And how can we trust some random weirdo in a pilot costume to teach him about rock and roll?” said Taemin. Jinki shook his head. Taemin’s mouth really did need to curb it sometimes.
“Because,” said Key, he pretentiously fiddled with his pilot pins. “Part of any great rock act is the smoke and mirrors and I,” he tilted his hat mockingly, “Know a lot about smoke and mirrors. Also my dad used to manage rock stars,” he said quickly. He had noticed that Taemin was about to say something rude. Taemin looked at Jinki, Jinki looked at Taemin. And both looked at Minho, who had returned from the restrooms.
“You’re going to be here for how many days?” asked Jinki.
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Key was a pretty fun guy to be around, once they got around his ego. Jinki and Taemin managed just fine, Taemin even became good friends with the pilot, but Minho was another story.“No, I don’t trust him. Nobody does this for free, he might ask us to forge checks or something ridiculous,” he hissed, large eyes mistrusting. “I bet he isn’t even a pilot, but some con artist,” he paused in his rambling to look at Jinki. “Hyung, what are you doing, you’re going to poke your eye out.”
“Key said that rockers need a rough image, something rebellious and sexy. And I’m trying to line my eyes because Key said it would look cool,” he jabbed his eyelid gently before giving up. “Oh. I don’t know. I don’t know the first thing of lining my eyes! Or being beastly!” He groaned and wiped at his face.
Minho sighed and went back to helping Jinki paint his nails. He looked over at Taemin and Key; the latter had styled the younger’s long brown hair into something of a mess and was now teaching the younger to put glitter on his eyelids. For fun. He sighed again.
Key eventually had to line Jinki’s eyes, and paint his nails, and tear up and bedazzle Jinki’s nice jean jacket. Jinki was going to miss that jacket.
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“Key, do you really think that this is going to work?” asked Jinki. He looked at himself in the mirror and blinked stupidly. His normally tamed long locks had been teased and crimped to oblivion and dark ink lined his eyes. He had on the tightest pair of jeans imaginable and a ripped black band t-shirt that had seen better days. It was like looking at a stranger.
“Yes it is. And if the crowd doesn't love your talent, which they would be stupid; also if you suck, which you won't, since you're pretty stellar talented, they can at least look at your thighs and ass, you have a nice derriere Jinki-sshi. Time to flaunt it,” said Key as he fluffed out Minho’s hair for fun. Minho had the familiar long suffering look on his face.
“I think you look great hyung!” sings Taemin brightly. “You work those juicy curves!” he added, twirling a bit. Minho gave Taemin a strange look. Jinki and Key too. Nobody really knew where Taemin’s train of thought came from.
“Now look alive and kick ass,” said Key, slapping Jinki on the behind. He smiled cheekily, dimples deep.
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Jinki was a hit. The new transformation and the few days with Key did wonders for his stage presence and helped his talent shine through. He ended the night with several calls for an encore and several encores later was he able to leave the stage, exhausted and sweaty but very, very happy.
Jinki could see Key in the corner of the bar lounge, pilot hat in place, huge grin on his face. “Key!” he shouted, fighting against the sudden throng of new fans. Where did they come from anyways? “Key!”
“Lee Jinki?” said a man, suddenly in his path. He was on the shorter side, and in any other day Jinki would have asked the man to wait a moment but something about him seemed important. Perhaps it was the silk button up shirt he was wearing, or the ridiculous dinosaur bow tie he had on. Or the brand name designer glasses. Either way, he seemed important.
“Yes?” said Jinki, slightly confused.
“My name is Kim Jonghyun and I’m from BGBG Records. Have you heard of us?”
Jinki’s breath hitched. His heartbeat shot up, adrenaline spiked his system. BGBG was the label Chang Kiha and Faces were signed to; they were one of the leading rock influenced indie labels in South Korea. This was big! Jinki paused, willing his heart to not die on him. “Yes. Yes I have,” he croaked.
“Well,” says Jonghyun, taking off his shades. A pair of mischievous eyes stared back at him, twinkling slightly. Jinki idly wondered who was cocky enough to wear shades indoors and then how drunk Jonghyun was. “I think you may have a future with BGBG. You killed out there, wonderful talent and stage presence. So what say you?”
“Fuck yes,” interrupted Taemin. Somehow Taemin and Minho had joined Jinki and were positively buzzing with energy.
Jinki took a deep breath as Minho interrogated Jonghyun, single handedly asking to see legalities before signing, and keeping back an excited blabbering Taemin. It wasn’t even their contract! Jinki turned to Jonghyun, questions about the contract on his lips, ready to ask, but instead he asked a different question.
“How did you hear about me? About this place?” he inquired.
“Ah, it’s a funny story, but the short version is, some bombshell blonde pilot waltzed in our office today asking for directions to the nearest airport. I don’t know how he found us, since we’re nowhere near an airport, but we got to talking over drinks and he told me about you guys, about a hotshot rock god blooming in the wild. And I couldn't say no! And boy am I glad I took his whiskey shot, I mean, I took his advice.”
As Taemin, Minho, and Jonghyun celebrated over shots and more alcohol, Jinki went through the bar looking for Key, hoping to thank him. But he wasn’t able to; the blonde was gone, as if he was never ever there.
Key saved him in the game of life, he had granted Jinki’s dream and the least Jinki could do is thank him. But he couldn't. He wasn't even sure if the blonde’s name was Key or if he was a pilot. After all, he did say he was a master at smoke and mirrors.
Note: Prompt given by uncagethecolors. Originally here. 1083w
After the accident, Kibum was not quite the same. Sure he still had most of his memories; at least he thought he did. And he still had his appetite for life and adventure, but something was quite off. Kibum felt a bit off, as if he was missing something, something not always noticeable but very valuable. He couldn’t tell Taemin, they just had a fight and he could not talk to the other boy without a door in between them.
He screams apologies day after day to their closed door but Taemin wouldn’t budge. The only time he saw the boy was late at night, when the other was asleep. he stands by his bedside, trails apologetic fingertips across the other boy's smooth cheek before a small stir from Taemin draws him away
Soon after, Kibum realizes that he must speak with Taemin. To apologize.
Kibum wakes up very early one morning, after passing out from his exhaustion. He wakes in the guest room with a sense of dread, a weird feeling in the back of his mind, quietly questioning why something was so. He needs someone to talk to.
He rolls around until he finds a sweater. The morning was cold but he had to talk to Taemin. Taemin was home, he was sure of it. He needs to see the younger boy’s face.
“Taemin,” he says, knocking slightly on their door. He frowns when his boyfriend doesn’t answer. “Taemin!” he says, a little louder. He opens the door to find an empty room. “What the hell, Taemin where are you. You can’t be avoiding me,” he gripes.
He walks towards the living room to think, to distract himself from the peculiar feeling gnawing at the pit of his stomach. On the kitchen table, a large bundle of white bouquets goes unnoticed. He makes a cup of tea to ease his mind. Sitting on the sofa, Kibum allows his mind to wander blankly. His thoughts race miles a moment, but without any destination or a purpose.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Taemin since the fight,” says Kibum. Angled eyes downturn, worry apparent. “I hope he’s okay.”
The sounds of the answering machine make him spill his tea. He didn’t even hear the phone ring. The hot liquid burns against his cold skin. Kibum curses creatively before he turns to listen to the message record in real time.
“This is Jinki. Please call me back. We need to talk about the accident, about his death. Please call us immediately, we’re here for you and we’re worried for you.” Jinki finished his message and hangs up. The resounding click sounds empty, like a finale.
Kibum sat there, more confused as ever. “Accident?” he mumbles, face clouding, thoughts becoming murkier. “But that was a few days ago, Taemin ran into the street lamp, and there was the hospital, but we were okay…I thought.”
And the memories came rushing back to him. He could remember the smell of burned rubber, the wet droplets of rain crashing through a broken window. The burning pain on his side as blood flowed out. And Taemin. Taemin with his eyes closed, face pale, a trickle of crimson flowing down the gash on his forehead.
Kibum stared at the floor, mind blank as he processed what happened. “Taemin,” he says, eyes widening. “Taemin’s dead. He died. That’s why everything is so weird, I forgot that Taemin died, how could I-” he gasps, clutching at his dark locks in frustration.
Somehow Kibum manages to stagger towards the kitchen, where a small bird themed calendar hung, next to the table. He stares at it, really stares at it, noticing the date was wrong, that it was weeks later than he remembers. He snatches it, throws it towards the living room and sinks down on a chair, curling up like a lost child.
Kibum didn’t know how long he sat, it felt like hours but it must have been only one at most, before he hears the sound of a key entering the lock. Someone was coming in. Someone was noisily coming in, clumsily banging on the wall. Key could hear the soft dulcet tones of Jinki’s voice, probably on the phone talking to someone.
“Hey, I’m in here,” Kibum says, wiping messily at the leftover tears on his face. “Jinki, I need to talk to you, I’m such a horrible person I-”And Kibum stops, stops in mid-sentence, in mid breath as he sees who Jinki was talking to.
Jinki was talking to Taemin. Taemin, who looked like he hasn’t slept for days, who looked thin, gaunt, like a ghost. Taemin, who was nodding blankly at Jinki’s soothing words. Taemin, who was alive.
“Just take what you need and you can stay with me and Jonghyun,” says Jinki. His eyes are red rimmed. “You need to stop blaming yourself, staying here won’t help, you’re surrounded by his spirit and he would want you to move on…”
“I know hyung. I know. I shouldn’t have stayed here after the accident. I thought I would be okay, but two days ago I started hearing his voice, started seeing things move around, I thought he touched my face one night. I need to get away from here…” says Taemin, voice cracking. He looks around nervously before noticing the cup of tea Kibum made and the calendar on the ground.
Kibum has stood up and was standing right in front of him, but Taemin was looking through him, at the cup of tea on the table. His eyes were unseeing.
“That wasn’t there earlier, it’s still warm, hyung-!” he turns to look frightfully at the eldest. Jinki breathes deeply before guiding Taemin to sit on a chair.
“C’mon, you rest here while I get your clothes.&rdquo
As Taemin sits there, mouth in a frown, a hand playing with the half full cup, Kibum realizes something
“I’m dead,” Kibum says, eyes wide with shock. “I’m the one that died.” He notices the bouquets on the table, really notices the bouquets. White flowers and written condolences pray for his soul to rest in peace. The strange gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach dissipates.
Taemin looks directly at him, but not at him but through the kitchen window, where the sun shines brightly. “I miss you. I’m sorry. If only you can hear me,” he says, eyes bloodshot and so sad.
Kibum sinks down on the other chair and weeps to himself
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I don’t know what happened even. This is not a drabbleeee ;w;
tl;dr: taemin and key had a fight in the car. they get into an accident, key dies. key wakes up as a ghost and still thinks they are still fighting, tries to reason through taemin, who has holed himself up in their room. key takes a “nap” and taemin manages to slip out to get away from the ghost in his house. key wakes up wanders around wondering why everything feels weird, thinks taemin was the one that died. realizes that he was the one that died and has been haunting taemin.
Note: Prompt given by linnhe, originally posted here.600w
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Second to Minho, Key had the best health in SHINee. He has prided himself in his immune system as he rarely was ill during their busiest of times. Even during the periods where he juggled musical performances and promotions, Key’s heath held up.
Unfortunately, whenever he does fall ill, even with the slightest of colds, he is the most delicate of paper dolls. And there he rests, nose congested, throat hoarse, curled up in a bright yellow soft micro-fleece blanket, asleep to the world.
Taemin sits by his side, reading a book, skittish eyes darting to and from the pages to check on blonde. He pauses in mid-sentence, as a slight bit of worry clouding his eyes as Key coughs slightly in his sleep, dyed brows furrowing gently before becoming peaceful again.
He keeps mind to be quiet as he checks the older boy’s temperature. The soft skin underneath his fingertips is slightly warm and sweaty, a fever. Taemin bites his lip before getting up to go to the restroom. He had in mind to refresh the cool towel he had been using to bring down the fever.
The youngest is in charge of the blonde for today, as the others had other engagements. Initially, Jonghyun had his worries, offering to stay behind and skip his schedule to care for Key, but Taemin was firm. He wanted to take care of the older boy, after all, Key has always cared for Taemin when he was sick, and Taemin wanted to reciprocate.
In the bathroom, Taemin absently rinses the damp cloth, mind partially preoccupied, listening for any sounds from the room. A muffled cough. Key was awake. Taemin turned and slipped back to the room, damp cloth ready in one hand, the other readying to fetch a glass of water. Key might be thirsty.
Key laid on his side, eyes tired and sightly puffy from sleep. “Taemin-ah,” he rasps. He frowns, unhappy with how he sounds. He tries again. “Taemin-ah-”
“Hyung, you need to not speak, you’ll only strain your voice,” said Taemin sternly. He smiles angelically as Key gives him an incredulous look but remains quiet. Key never liked staying quiet.
“It’s about time for lunch, I made some porridge for you since you still need to eat to keep yourself from getting sicker,” he says before noticing Key’s second incredulous look. “I didn’t put anything in there that was weird. Just bits of pork and chicken broth, if you were worried.” Key rolls his eyes, attitude still intact despite his illness.
“Stay here. I’ll go get you a bowl.”
Taemin went to the kitchen to browse for a bowl and a large spoon. The pot of porridge was cool, unfit to eat so he turns on the stove and waits. He hops up and down on his feet, impatiently waiting for the stove to warm up the pot.
The younger practically jumps out of his skin when he feels a very warm body drape itself across his back. He stiffens before turning to frown at the fever ridden Key.
“I thought I told you to stay put,” he says, putting his bossiest tone to use.
“You were gone too long, I got lonely,” says Key, quietly. He sniffles cutely before folding himself in Taemin’s arms, something he does whenever he wanted to be coddled. “Besides, I want to ask you to make me some tea. I request some of the nice kind that Jinki received from his noona fans. He said I can have some.”
“Okay spoiled-hyung,” says Taemin, playfully pushing at Key
“Thank you Taeminnie.”
“No problem.”
Note: Written on a whim because of Jules's tags. Go love her. Originally posted here. 925w
Jonghyun doesn't know how it happened. He really doesn't. But one day, during a filming of Star King he looks over at Key’s forearm and thinks, “I wonder if he tastes as good as he looks.”
He spends so much time pondering over That Very Important Question that when a guest pulls him over to do tango dancing, he completely forgets all the rehearsed sexy moves he wanted to show off and just stands around awkwardly. He watches as the woman swivels her hips and signals dangerously with her eyes for him to ‘do something you asshole, you’re ruining my showtime’. And so he quickly turns around and stumbles to his seat, the laughter from the audience only a slight buzz in his ears. All he could think of is Key’s skin.
Key looks at him slightly, eyes twinkling half-amused before he goes back to making his “shocked expression” for the cameras, the one that Amber ever so kindly says makes him look like a small rodent.
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It wasn’t until much much later that Jonghyun does something that he never would have thought he would do on camera - he bites Key’s forearm. He reasons that it wasn’t his fault, that any normal human would bite into the tempting creamy flesh because it’s so soft and smooth looking and smells like expensive body lotion. He reasons that it was also close to lunch time and he was starving and Key conveniently had his arms wrapped around his shoulder. Key didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact it seems by the small shivers and the the fact that the boy edged even closer to Jonghyun, that he liked it. At least that's what Jonghyun told himself, in the back of his mind.
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During lunch Taemin slyly asks if Key’s arm tastes good. Jonghyun sputters and spills his green tea all over himself. He knew Taemin was weirdly perceptive and downright sadistic at times, but he was just unprepared to hear that question so soon. Key was conveniently not there as he was talking to the girls in Sistar but he turns around (along with everyone in the station) at the sound of Jonghyun’s little fit. Jonghyun excuses himself to go to the bathroom.
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In the restrooms he idly stands there, flipping his bangs around in an attempt to make it look casually tousled yet cool, trying to forget about the texture of Key’s skin. Unfortunately for him Key decides at that moment to show up and stand next to him. Jonghyun pretends to not notice him; he stares intently into the mirror, placing and replacing the same strand of hair pretending as if he didn’t just bite his best friend on national television.
“You look like a douche when you do that.”
Key’s voice is carefully casual as he goes to stand beside Jonghyun, eyes staring straight at him through the mirror. His arms are crossed across his slim chest and from his angle, Jonghyun can still see the faint outlines of teeth on his pale skin.
“Bite me,” Jonghyun replies. He freezes, suddenly very much aware of what he has just said. Key smiles, teeth white against pink lips.
“Hyung, I think you are the one that has the biting problem.” Bodies press against each other, sliding against cool tiles.
A slender finger smooths across Jonghyun’s lips before the owner of said finger moves himself even closer. Giggling as he sees the elder’s eyes dilate, Key demurely tilts his neck, like an offering, and gasps when Jonghyun tentatively mouths along tender flesh.
“I can help you with it or…” his breath hitches as Jonghyun bites down. “…or make it worse.”
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Jonghyun’s senses are overloaded with Key. All he could touch, smell, taste was the younger boy and he wants more, he needs more. A knee daringly rubs against the blond’s crotch as Jonghyun situates himself in between slender thighs. He presses Key against the bathroom wall, stubby fingers harshly pulling at the collar of the other’s shirt, searching for more of that skin. Finally he finds a patch on a slim shoulder.
Key winces and mumbles something into Jonghyun’s neck as he feels teeth dig into the fleshy part. The elder pulls away slightly, ignores the uncomfortable tightness in his pants as he flushes with concern, concern over the idea that he has hurt the blond. That he went too far. But he is surprised as Key brokenly grinds against him, blunt nails printing crescents into his bare arms. Jonghyun nearly forgets to breathe.
“N-n-no Jjong. Why did you stop? Bite me harder, please, I-” Key babbles as he rubs against Jonghyun’s body. “Your teeth are so sharp, it feels so good when your teeth pierce my skin. I’ll do anything you want, please, just. Bite me harder…”
Jonghyun draws the trembling frame into his arms, nipping harshly at already red skin. Blood blooms against broken skin. He breathes heavily, tongue laving gently at the wound, pushing down the urge to slam the other boy against the tiled floor and see what the other parts of his body taste like. All he could taste was Key, all he wanted to taste was Key and it scared him. He was addicted. They stand there, quietly. The only sounds permeating the small restroom were their shallow breaths and the static humming of cheap electric lights.
Slowly Key draws the elder up for a chaste kiss, eyes ironically innocent as he curls fingers into a white shirt.
“Continue this in your room?”
Note: Something utterly stupid that came up from linnhe's tags. SHINee are goldfish and discover the edge of the bowl. Originally posted here. Super unbeta-ed and lapslock. 549w
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one day a very loud yelp comes from the somewhere of the fishbowl. nobody really paid much mind to it, thinking it was just jonghyun rediscovering the bubble machine.
jinki was currently swimming around near the top of their home, patiently waiting for food. he considered going belly up, but decided against it after the last fish that had tried it never came back.
minho, the lionhead fish, was busy guarding the castle, determined to make sure that the castle remains his. he had already scared at jinki when the other tried to swim through, and ended up getting the poor pearlscaled fish stuck in a window. upon hearing yelp, he slowly swam out, ready to attack whatever dared to trespass on his territory.
kibum, the resident white veiltail, was talking to key about how beautiful his tail looked that day. he was always so surprised at how similar key looked and could never figure out just why key always appeared at the edges of the tank.
“yah kibum, why is someone screaming?” asked jonghyun, swimming over to his friend. jonghyun was a panda moor fish and more often than not, was fascinated by the bubble machine
“jjong not now i’m trying to get key to move but he keeps on wanting to look at me! yah, i know i’m hot but give me a break!” muttered the white fish irritably.
jinki finally swam over to the trio. they could tell that by the way he fluttered his fins, he seemed concerned. “i think taemin was screaming, i haven’t seen our maknae in a while, at least since the last feeding time!&rdquo
jonghyun nodded happily, waving his tail in kibum’s face. “i agree! wait what were we talking about again? minho’s castle?”
“my castle!” yelled minho, as he once again made his rounds around the castle perimeters.
“i don’t think we were talking about minho’s stupid castle…maybe we were talking about my scales? they do look nice today, don’t they?” said kibum. he wiggled around with pride.
“hyung! hyung!” shrieked taemin, racing out from behind the seaweed forest. the little orandas fish seemed excited. i found something! something cool!”
his announcement got everyone’s attention. even minho left his post out of curiousity.
“what did you find? did you see the human again?” asked jinki. “is she going to feed us soon?”
“no! even better! i was bored so i went into the seaweed forest but then i got lost, but then i found an exit and i found something really really cool!” babbled taemin. he swam around nervously
“what is it?” asked jonghyun. he was already forgetting why they were surrounding taemin.
“guys, i found…” said taemin, pausing for effect. “i found the other side of our home! the other side even has rocks and a castle! just like this side!&rdquo
a moment passed before minho turned to look directly at taemin. he shook his fins soothingly. minho always was the most patient with their youngest. “taemin, what you found is the backyard of my castle. which is mine. minho’s.”
he suddenly jolted, remembering that his castle has been unguarded. he swam back as fast as he could
jonghyun bubbled confusedly. he had already forgotten what a castle was.
jinki sighed and again went back to waiting for food.
Note: Jonghyun and Minho's first time is far, far from perfect and has way too much slobber. Something stupid. Originally posted here.
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The first time they have sex, Jonghyun is all nervous giggles and attempts to show off every try-hard gesture he has learned from watching porn. He groans like an injured animal and leaves a glob of spit in Minho’s ear. But Minho was a trooper and refused to give up. He was just as horny as the smaller man was and goddammit he wanted to have sex.
After a few more minutes of unattractive moaning and stupid giggles, Minho finally decides to put a stop to the nonsense. “Ok. This is how it’s gonna go,” he says, rolling the smaller man on his back. “Since you are unable to put the condom on me without giggling and ripping it weirdly, you just stay there and prep yourself. Think you can handle that?”
Jonghyun nods tongue swiping all over his mouth. He looked like a slobbering dog. Minho sighs and passes him the small bottle of lube.
Eventually Minho has to prepare Jonghyun because the other ends up making even weirder snorting noises and gets most of the lube in his hair, somehow.
“You’re lucky I”m horny today,” he mutters, hoisting the smaller man’s legs around his waist. Jonghyun responds with another exaggerated moan and sloppily licks Minho’s eye.