Why do you still love me? [1/6]
Title: Why do you still love me?
Author: MushNRice
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing(s): Onew/Taemin, Jonghyun/Key
Disclaimer: Ctrl+Scroll to enlarge text.
Summary: Onew has a past that no one knows about. He's been like a robot; just living through his life without any emotions. Maybe if he appeared everything would change... Taemin is lost. Without his frame, the one who holds him up, he's just wandering around in life, just barely surviving.. By selling his body. Now smush them together with Jonghyun and Key, the two bumbly people who keep forgetting Taemin's name and tries to help Onew fix his life. Welcome, to the weird and wacky life of OnTae.
Onew's POV]
I stared up, looking at the rain drops forming off the roof of the window. How long has it been? One year? Rolling onto my tummy, I stared at a picture frame, holding a tattered picture. The only picture I had of him and me together. Yeah well, that was a year ago. Sighing, I grabbed the picture and hugged it to my chest, wiping the sudden tears off my cheeks.
"Hyung! I just looked up the word 'perfect' on the dictionary and guessed what I found!?" A young teenager bounced into my room, onto the bed and into my arms.
"What, Taeminnie-ah?" Removing my glasses, I stared owlishly up at the bright and happy guy.
"I found your picture next to it!"
Grinning brightly, the skinny boy held up a dictionary. And true enough, I saw my picture stuck there clumsily with what seemed to be super glue. I couldn't help it. I laughed.
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"Hyung, hyung! I bought your favourite chicken!" The same guy opened the door and walked in, sweat running down all over his body.
"Taemin? Why are you so wet?" Grabbing a towel, I toweled him down directly and knelt before him, not realising my face was just inches from his.. his.. I heard a hitch in his breathe before his bag dropped, and I looked up, startled. He reached down.
Hands pulled me up and a pair of soft lips pressed against mine, kissing me like there was no tomorrow.
Stumbling forward, I clumsily wrapped my arms around his thin, sweaty frame and inhaled in sweet, sweet scent.
A scent so mixed in between innocence and lust, I couldn't tell which was which.
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I jolted upright, and the picture slipped from my loose hold onto the ground. Startled, I watched as a tiny web of cracks started up, shattering his face. Frozen, I watched before swearing and then picking it up before gently removing the picture and then replacing the frame.
Sighing, I placed it back on the table and hopped towards the closet. I needed to get on with life.
[Taemin's POV]
Panting, I gripped the headboard in front of me and ignored the pain that was shooting up my ass. Pleasure would come later. The person riding me from behind rolled him hips and dug furthur into me, eliciting a gasp from my mouth when he found my spot. A hit was delivered to my backside, making my eyes water at the pain.
"Slut." A dark, menacing voice hissed into my ear and I bit my lip. Hold it in. Don't get angry.
The pounding continued behind me, moans, pants and gasps mixing in with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Fucking whore. I bet you like the way I'm pounding into your tight hole right now." Again, that damned disgusting voice.
Don't throw him off. You need the money to eat and live.
He grabbed my face and pulled it towards the side, planting a rough kiss onto my own.
Ew. Don't kiss me. My lips are only for On-
Onew. Onew. Onew. Onew.
"Onew.." I whispered, tears leaking down my face. The name smashed against the mental block that I had set against that specific room of memories, and broke that defense down.
I miss you, Dubu.
[Jonghyun's POV]
I sighed, then wrapped my arms around Key's tiny waist.
"Yeobu... Onew's 21th birthday is coming up." Leaning down, I nibbled on his ear and chuckled when he pouted.
"I know.. But what can we do? After that guy left him he's been like a robot; just living through his life without any emotions." Key sighed, reaching for the pot handle.
"What was his name again? Onew never told us him name, nor ever shown him to us. Onew's past boyfrie-" I furrowed my eyebrows and thought.
"Ah! Hot!" A yelp broke my train of thoughts and I watched as Key dropped the pot handle, left hand cradling his right like a baby.
"Aigo, yeobu!" Complaining, I snatched his hand and leading him towards the sink, ran it through the cooling water.
He sighed, shoulders going from tense to relaxed as the cool water soothed the burn. Then without thinking, I switched off the tap and closed my mouth around the red throbbing finger before sucking on it.
A smirk crossed his face before he reached over to switch the gas stove off, leaving the kim chi soup to cool. Then pulling his finger out of my mouth, he tugged on my collar and dragged me to our shared bed room.
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Author: MushNRice
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing(s): Onew/Taemin, Jonghyun/Key
Disclaimer: Ctrl+Scroll to enlarge text.
Summary: Onew has a past that no one knows about. He's been like a robot; just living through his life without any emotions. Maybe if he appeared everything would change... Taemin is lost. Without his frame, the one who holds him up, he's just wandering around in life, just barely surviving.. By selling his body. Now smush them together with Jonghyun and Key, the two bumbly people who keep forgetting Taemin's name and tries to help Onew fix his life. Welcome, to the weird and wacky life of OnTae.
Onew's POV]
I stared up, looking at the rain drops forming off the roof of the window. How long has it been? One year? Rolling onto my tummy, I stared at a picture frame, holding a tattered picture. The only picture I had of him and me together. Yeah well, that was a year ago. Sighing, I grabbed the picture and hugged it to my chest, wiping the sudden tears off my cheeks.
"Hyung! I just looked up the word 'perfect' on the dictionary and guessed what I found!?" A young teenager bounced into my room, onto the bed and into my arms.
"What, Taeminnie-ah?" Removing my glasses, I stared owlishly up at the bright and happy guy.
"I found your picture next to it!"
Grinning brightly, the skinny boy held up a dictionary. And true enough, I saw my picture stuck there clumsily with what seemed to be super glue. I couldn't help it. I laughed.
~
"Hyung, hyung! I bought your favourite chicken!" The same guy opened the door and walked in, sweat running down all over his body.
"Taemin? Why are you so wet?" Grabbing a towel, I toweled him down directly and knelt before him, not realising my face was just inches from his.. his.. I heard a hitch in his breathe before his bag dropped, and I looked up, startled. He reached down.
Hands pulled me up and a pair of soft lips pressed against mine, kissing me like there was no tomorrow.
Stumbling forward, I clumsily wrapped my arms around his thin, sweaty frame and inhaled in sweet, sweet scent.
A scent so mixed in between innocence and lust, I couldn't tell which was which.
~
I jolted upright, and the picture slipped from my loose hold onto the ground. Startled, I watched as a tiny web of cracks started up, shattering his face. Frozen, I watched before swearing and then picking it up before gently removing the picture and then replacing the frame.
Sighing, I placed it back on the table and hopped towards the closet. I needed to get on with life.
[Taemin's POV]
Panting, I gripped the headboard in front of me and ignored the pain that was shooting up my ass. Pleasure would come later. The person riding me from behind rolled him hips and dug furthur into me, eliciting a gasp from my mouth when he found my spot. A hit was delivered to my backside, making my eyes water at the pain.
"Slut." A dark, menacing voice hissed into my ear and I bit my lip. Hold it in. Don't get angry.
The pounding continued behind me, moans, pants and gasps mixing in with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Fucking whore. I bet you like the way I'm pounding into your tight hole right now." Again, that damned disgusting voice.
Don't throw him off. You need the money to eat and live.
He grabbed my face and pulled it towards the side, planting a rough kiss onto my own.
Ew. Don't kiss me. My lips are only for On-
Onew. Onew. Onew. Onew.
"Onew.." I whispered, tears leaking down my face. The name smashed against the mental block that I had set against that specific room of memories, and broke that defense down.
I miss you, Dubu.
[Jonghyun's POV]
I sighed, then wrapped my arms around Key's tiny waist.
"Yeobu... Onew's 21th birthday is coming up." Leaning down, I nibbled on his ear and chuckled when he pouted.
"I know.. But what can we do? After that guy left him he's been like a robot; just living through his life without any emotions." Key sighed, reaching for the pot handle.
"What was his name again? Onew never told us him name, nor ever shown him to us. Onew's past boyfrie-" I furrowed my eyebrows and thought.
"Ah! Hot!" A yelp broke my train of thoughts and I watched as Key dropped the pot handle, left hand cradling his right like a baby.
"Aigo, yeobu!" Complaining, I snatched his hand and leading him towards the sink, ran it through the cooling water.
He sighed, shoulders going from tense to relaxed as the cool water soothed the burn. Then without thinking, I switched off the tap and closed my mouth around the red throbbing finger before sucking on it.
A smirk crossed his face before he reached over to switch the gas stove off, leaving the kim chi soup to cool. Then pulling his finger out of my mouth, he tugged on my collar and dragged me to our shared bed room.
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