dora the explorer. [1/1]
pairing: hyunmin :D
rating: pg-13
warning(s): grinding, making out, character death, disturbing images, etc. :B
genre: horror. yeah. .__.
a/n: WELL IT'S FINALLY COME FULL CIRCLE. I hope I did okay with this, and didn't dissapoint anyone. ;-; SO YEAH. For Zazu, and thanks again to Kayla for helpin' sort this out. I LUH YOU GURL. <3
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He's a man eater.
dora the explorer.
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Jonghyun punched in the code to their dom and entered with a tired sigh. Honestly, he didn’t understand how only he had to go do stuff while the others got to laze about. Pouting slightly, he shut the door and holding onto the wall, kicked off his Nike’s.
He heard the low murmur of the television. Peeking around the corner, Jonghyun spotted Taemin sitting on the couch and chuckling at the tv. Jonghyun shook his head smiling at the younger boy. “You’re so easy to please, Taemin-ah.” Taemin was quick to jump to his feet. “Welcome home, hyung!” a wide smile spread across his face as he skipped over to Jonghyun.
Jonghyun laughed and set his bag down, ruffling the younger boys hair. “Where is everyone?” he asked walking over and plopping himself heavily onto the couch. Taemin’s eyes flashed with a dark glee for a moment before he answered with a shrug. “Kibum-umma, and Minho-hyung, went to get things for dinner.”
Jonghyun’s eyes never left the tv as Taemin spoke, but he nodded smiling. “So you finished off Minho and Kibum, all in one day? I’m impressed.”
Taemin turned to his milk and with a flick of the wrist was quick to deposit two small white pills into the glass, before handing it to Jonghyun with a smile. “It’s still cooooold.~” The older boy grinned and accepted the offered glass, chugging it down, before placing it back on the table, licking his lips.
Taemin walked behind the couch trailing his hands along the edge, until he was directly behind Jonghyun. Taemin smoothed his hands up Jonghyun’s arms slowly; he felt the older boy’s biceps tense, but everything in relaxed as Taemin began to massage his neck. “You’re so tense, hyung. Let me take your mind off of things…” Taemin’s hands slipped down the collar of Jonghyun’s shirt, and Jonghyun shivered at his touch.
He tilted his head back slightly, eyes closing; groaning when Taemin moved his hands to Jonghyun’s chest, raking his nails up lightly. Taemin smirked and retrieved his hands before making his way around the couch and standing in front of Jonghyun. Jonghyun opened his eyes and let them trail up Taemin’s body longingly.
Taemin’s smirk grew wider, and she sank down into Jonghyun’s lap, straddling him. Jonghyun let out a small hiss as Taemin rolled his hips against his hyung’s. Jonghyun slipped a hand behind Taemin’s neck and pulled him down, meshing their lips together roughly. Taemin intertwined his fingers in the brown-blonde hair and tugged, pressing his body flush against Jonghyun’s, and nibbling on his bottom lip.
“Ngh…T-Taemin…” Jonghyun pressed his hips up into Taemin’s causing both boys to moan. Taemin kissed along Jonghyun’s neck, and tugged on his hair hard, before planting little bites along the smooth skin. The boy brought his lips back to Jonghyun’s, kissing him deeply. He trailed his hands down between their bodies, and palmed the older boy’s arousal, feeling the moan that rumbled in Jonghyun’s chest.
He wormed his tongue in the boys mouth and started to hum a slightly low and forboding tune. A tune that Jonghyun vaguely recognized from Snow White…
Something hard and cool was passed into Jonghyun’s mouth. Taemin leaned back and smirked, watching as Jonghyun’s eyes widened, and the razor slid down his throat. Watched as he tried to move but realized quickly, that he couldn’t. Jonghyun tried not to swallow but found that either way, his throat kept flexing around the intrusion- trying to force it out.
The pain burned his throat, the blade slicing along the inside of his esophagus. Taemin could see little red pin pricks of blood appearing. He met Jonghyun’s misty eyes, laughing at the clear and frantic question he found there. Taemin climbed gracefully off of Jonghyun’s lap, and continued laughing.
He turned abruptly to face him, eyes narrowed, but smile never leaving his face. “You want to know why, hyung? Because you’re a loose end. Did you really believe that you could black mail me into doing what you wanted? Please, Jonghyun. I may be young, but I’m not stupid.” Taemin leaned forward and placed his fingertips on the sides of the thin, red lump in the boys throat, and pressed down. Hard. The skin split with little resistance shooting onto the carpet and table.
Jonghyun made a small, almost inaudible noise and a seemingly never ending river of tears streaming down his cheeks. Taemin grinned and skipped back. “Nothing personal, hyung. It’s just, well. You shouldn’t have been snopping through my things. Journals are private things, Jonghyun.” Taemin pulled the knife he had stowed away in behind one of the couch cusions, before Jonghyun’s arrival, and studied it for a moment.
He raised his gaze to the stream of dark red that was slowly staining Jonghyun’s chest and shirt. He chuckled, and sighed a bit. “I must admit that it was a minor set back, you discovering my plans. But in all honesty, hyung, you were at least a little bit useful in your not so smart plan to make me yours. I never would have been able to carry Jinki all by myself.”
Taemin sauntered back over to Jonghyun and smiled brightly down at him. Jonghyun’s eyes were starting to dull, but the tears kept flowing.
“Say hi to Kibum and Minho for me!” he remarked cheerfully, before pressing the knife to the older boy’s neck and slicing it across. Jonghyun’s eyes bugged out and his head fell back. A heavy dose of blood spurt out, and because of his close proximity, splashed on Taemin’s cheek and mouth and hands. It flowed out of Jonghyun like a broken dam. Taemin saw a glint of silver peeking out from the open wound. He reached and with two fingers, pulled out the small razor from Jonghyun’s throat. The tug caused the boys body to fall side ways; half of the once beautiful face resting in the small pool of crimson.
Taemin smiled; blood spattered lips peeling back over pearly whites, in pure happiness. Almost giddy delight, evident. He looked out the balcony window at the high afternoon sun, and brought a finger to his lips; slowly licking the expanse of it. Tasting Jonghyun’s life.
A giggle errupted from Taemin’s chest as he dropped the knife onto the table. “Now time to visit Jinki. I hope he isn’t missing me too much.”