SSS 2011: FOR HAZELLICIOUS
For: hazellicious
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Use It Like A Man
Pairing: OT3 (Jonghyun/Minho/Taemin), (side) OnKey
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4738wc
Summary: Jinki shouldn’t have suggested Taemin to come to Jonghyun for advice on being a manly man…
Inferiority complex has always been one of Taemin’s main issues in SHINee. Who could have blamed him, though, with the amount of comments about just how pretty he is, how he will make a gorgeous girl, and just how feminine and delicate he is. Sometimes he can cope with hearing such things, but sometimes the comments are downright annoying, especially when he has tried his best to carry out the manly side of him.
The fact that he always has such handsome namja as hyungs does not help either. Be it his SHINee hyungs, or the sunbaes from other bands, Taemin gets more inferior along with the amount of time he gets to spend with them. Darn it, even Dongho who is his junior by a year seems to become manlier in every chance they get to meet.
And there is still the fact that he’s going out with Minho, who is ever so protective and nurturing to the point that he sometimes treats Taemin like a giant teddy bear. It’s not that Taemin hates the affection and such, he loves it indeed; how Minho showers him with cuddles and is ready with helping hand whenever Taemin needs it. But Taemin sometimes wishes that Minho will provide him some space so he can mature, and be more of an equal to the other man.
Taemin has tried to talk to Kibum about it. It amazes him how Kibum can calmly live the fact that he is not exactly the manliest man on earth, and in fact seemingly to embrace the feminine side of him.
“It’s in your head, Taemin,” Kibum tells him. “What’s important is not how you look, but your attitude. People love to tease you out about it because you make it such a big deal.”
“That’s easy for you to say that, hyung.” Taemin pouts. “People always say that you have swag.”
“Well, don’t I have the swag?” Kibum posing hands-on-hips. “Besides Taemin, saying that you want to be a manly man while making a pouting face like that is sort of messing up your intention, just so you know…”
The boy quickly drops the pout and frowned, mumbling something about his hyung is not helping at all. Kibum, who has been trying to keep up with Taemin’s chatter while at the same time picking the right clothes he is going to bring for another trip to Tokyo, feel irritated. He put the stack of clothes on his hand down on his bed, and glowers at SHINee’s youngest.
“Look, are you trying to say that being pretty is wrong? Then what am I? What’s wrong with being cute and beautiful in the ocean of handsome guys? It’s called advantage of being different.”
“I don’t want to be different!” Taemin yells. “It’s easy for you to say, cos Jinki-hyung seems to worship the ground you’re walking on!”
“YAH, LEAVE JINKI OUT OF THIS, YOU BRAT!”
Taemin feels infuriated by the conversation. Deciding that talking to Kibum will not help him to sort the matter out, he chooses to leave Kibum alone with his packing.
“I’m not trying to say that your position isn’t tricky, Taeminnie, but it’s necessary.” Jinki says. “It’s a part a our band concept and while I understand your need to be recognized as a man, being the cute national dongsaeng is the image that you need to maintain.”
Taemin sighs. “Sometimes I hate being in the industry that won’t allow me to be who I am.”
“Don’t say that.” Jinki pats his shoulder. “We love what we’re doing, right? Besides, it’s not like you’re the only one who has to put up with this. Now, being professional is one of the requirements for maturity. So I guess, since there’s nothing much we can do about the look and image, I think we can start with our characters first.”
The comment Jinki gives is very typical of him, and while Taemin still cannot find consolation from the words, he understands what the leader just said.
“I just wish our fans will stop associating me with such words as ‘cute’ and ‘pretty’, hyung. You’re lucky you have your package.” Taemin nudges at Jinki’s crotch.
Jinki blushes and looked down, stuttering as he speaks. “W-what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh come on,” Taemin rolls his eyes. “I’m quite sure you’re aware of how fans are fawning over dubulge. And I’m aware of how Kibum-hyung is crazy about your package. He’s not exactly subtle about that!”
“I-is he really?” The leader’s face turns into the most awkward shade of red. “Anyway, that-is an altogether beyond my control. Besides, our size has nothing to do with manliness. Now As far as I know, other than Jonghyun-since there’s nothing even remotely feminine about him what’s with his raptor-like face and muscles-we all had our share of being called pretty.”
“But that was during special occasions only! No one is calling you or Minho-hyung cute nowadays.”
Taemin’s lips are automatically scrunched into a pout. But then he remembers his conversation with Kibum earlier, and feels annoyed by himself for having such cute reflex for so many things. He decides, pout will be one of the first habits he should stop if he wants to be seen as a man.
“Now, why don’t you talk to Minho-and Jonghyun for that matter, since they’ve succeeded to build an image as a manly man?”
“They’ll make fun of me.” Taemin cringes simply over the idea of the two manliest SHINEe members laughing at him.
“No they wont.” Jinki pauses, thinking his statement over and continues, “Okay, Jonghyun will probably do, but I’m sure Minho will support you. And if Jonghyun ever think to make fun of you, go ahead and let Minho knows you don’t like it. Being his boyfriend, he will be compelled to side with you and kicks Jonghyun out of it.”
Jinki’s suggestion is actually making sense, and Taemin seriously thinks it over. Who will be more suitable on giving advice about being manly man, but the manly men themselves?
Taemin doesn’t get his chance to talk to both Jonghyun and Minho before the eve of Christmas, when they finally get a break from their activity and hold a celebratory private party at their dorm. They managers had left the dorm, allowing themselves a couple-days of holiday to spend at their respective homes. With the help of Minho’s intense hyung-whoring towards Kyuhyun and Changmin who keep an outrageous stash of alcohol in their dorms, the small feast turns into a full-blown party with seemingly never ending flow of drink.
“This is good. Like…seriously good.” Taemin, who has been coaxing his hyungs to allow him some drink, licks his lips for the remaining drops of tequila.
Kibum rolls his eyes from across the table, disliking the idea of the youngest SHINee members drinking before his legal age. He frowns over the view of Jonghyun pouring another round of tequila into Taemin’s shot glass. Jinki seems to have sensed Kibum’s dislike, for the next second, he places his hand on Kibum’s thigh, putting some comfortable pressure to point out his intention.
“He’s gonna be fine. Minho will not allow him to have too much drink.”
Kibum shakes his head. “It’s just…he never drinks before, though, and he never asks to have some. God knows just how much Taeminnie can tolerate his alcohol.”
“He needs it. Taemin has been feeling unsure about himself lately. Just let it be.”
“Still the talk about being a man again?”
Jinki nods. “It’s time for him to figure out what kind of an adult he wants to be.”
“Don’t you feel like…” Kibum sighs, “Don’t you just feel like seeing your son hitting puberty, seeing Taeminnie like this, hyung?”
Jinki chuckles; he plants a kiss on the crown of Kibum’s head. “Somehow, along the way…”
On the other side of the room Taemin, slightly intoxicated and gaining courage, begins the talk.
“So, hyung…I have a problem, and I think I need your help.” He starts.
Being an attentive boyfriend he is, Minho asks. “Hmm? What is it?”
“Make me a man!”
There is a sudden pause at the table when both Jonghyun and Minho are choked on their drink.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jonghyun wipes his mouth. “Minho, don’t tell me that you’ve been neglecting such a cute boyfriend of yours!”
“No hyung, that’s not what I mean.” Taemin blushes furiously, and took another round of drink. “I want to have a manly image like both of you-and Jinki hyung too.”
Taemin stops and pours some more drink into his glass. “Besides…Minho-hyung hasn’t been neglecting me.” He mumbles into the glass while downing the alcohol.
Jonghyun raises his eyebrows from the information, eyeing Minho knowingly. The latter one in turn blushes, and snatches the glass from his boyfriend’s hand.
“Alright, you know what-Jonghyun hyung doesn’t need to know about it. And I think you need to stop with the drinking.”
“Why not?” Taemin pouts. This time, being drunk enough, not bothers to correct the cute expression. “This is good.”
“Yeah Minho, why not?” Jonghyun sneers sarcastically, “Besides, drinking is what a man do.”
“Really?” Taemin’s eyes brighten.
“Sure, Taeminnie. Here, drink more and let me tell you about being a man.” Jonghyun takes the glass from Minho’s hand and returns it to Taemin after filling it with tequila to its brim.
“The thing is, Taemin…” Jonghyun scoots closer to the attentively listening boy. “Being a man is sort of given. It’s easy, but at the same time hard. All you need is a good dick in your pants.”
Minho is taken aback by the statement, but he chuckles nonetheless, “What the hell-hyung, don’t give him strange ideas.”
“No, I want to know! Let me hear it.” Taemin speaks up with his half-slurred voice.
“Yeah, Minho.” Jonghyun sneers in victory. “Let Little Taemin hear it.”
“I’m not little! I’m taller than you, hyung.”
Jonghyun rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. I’m bigger than you in few aspects. And if you mention anything about my height again, I’m telling you nothing, okay?”
Taemin’s face turns stern as he nods in reply. Satisfied, Jonghyun continues.
“See Taemin, even Minho doesn’t want you to hear any of the things I’m gonna tell you. Why? Because he’ll risk losing his manly image to you.” Minho’s groan is left unattended by Jonghyun as he continues.
“The secret of being a real man having a good sized package, and knows how to use it. Take example, Onew-hyung. We all know just how-impressive-his size is, and he knows how to use it…on Kibum.”
“Oh God, I don’t want to hear…” Minho leans back against the sofa rest and presses a pillow on his face.
“See,” Jonghyun nudges at Minho. “Minho doesn't want his secret to be revealed. Tell me Taemin, when you’re having sex with Minho, who tops who bottoms?”
Taemin blushes at the frontal attack. “M-minho hyung gets to be the top.”
“It’s always like that?”
Taemin nods.
“And who among you has bigger dicks?” Jonghyun has wicked smile playing at the corner of his lips.
Taemin pauses for a moment before he replies, “Minho-hyung is bigger.”
“See the formula already?” Jonghyun smiles, smugly pats Taemin’s back. “Up until you get the size and make it well utilized, I’m not sure if you can pass on being a man.”
“Hyung…” Minho rubs his temple, wishing that Taemin will not remember even the slightest part of the conversation when he gets sober. “That’s enough.”
Taemin looks like he is deep in thought. “I can ask Minh-hyung if I can be on top sometime. But how can I get a bigger dick?”
The last thing Jonghyun says before he leaves for bed, after getting immense satisfaction from playing with the maknae, is something sounds so much like “You can have mine, Taemin. I’ll wrap my dick in a box and give it to you as Christmas present.”
“Taemin, wake up…”
The only teenager left in SHINee rubs his eyes sleepily, and is surprised to find both Minho and Jonghyun stand by his bed in the darkness. Both of them are holding a box slightly lower than their stomach, smiling at him.
“What’s up hyung?” He yawns. “I’m sleepy.”
“It’s time to unwrap your present.”
Taemin feels surreal as both of his hyungs are smiling down at him. He sits on the edge of his bed and reaches out for the boxes on Minho’s and Jonghyun’s hands, simultaneously pulls the silken ribbon that enfolds the box cover.
“What’s inside?” Taemin asks.
Jonghyun smiles. “See it yourself.”
Taemin squints into the boxes, and let go a small, surprised gasps. He looks up, unbelievingly, to both of his hyungs, as he learns what his presents are.
“It’s what you want most, isn’t it?” Minho raises his eyebrows smilingly.
“Yes, but…”
Taemin feels confusion wraps around him, as Minho and Jonghyun are slowly taking of their clothes. Nothing left on them but the box, which in the end, as Minho and Jonghyun step closer to the maknae’s bed, falls together with their movement, revealing both men’s gloriously erected dicks. He marvels at their bodies; the toned muscle under the velvety skin that flexes with every move-the body of a man, the kind that he wants so badly. He marvels at the cocks that stand proud, and feels himself burning with envy.
“Take it, Taemin, it’s your present.” Minho said gently, “You can have it, but please treat it nicely and carefully.”
Taemin’s eyes gleams under the minimum light. “It’s really for me?”
“Yes,” Jonghyun continues, “But first, we’re gonna tell you how to use it wisely.”
“Use it…how?”
Jonghyun’s subsequent smile, Taemin notices, is somewhat feral. Taemin feels a shiver running up his spine as Jonghyun sends a signal to Minho, to which Minho replies with a nod before he kneels on the floor facing his lover. He runs his fingers along Taemin’s profile, and Taemin sighs as he closes his eyes. When Minho tugs on his shirt, Taemin instinctively raises his hands up, allowing his lover to take off his pajamas. His skin is exposed, virtually transparent under the silvery night lamp, eyes expectant towards Minho’s next move.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Minho asks, almost ambiguously, and Taemin blushes when Jonghyun nods in reply.
“Treat him kindly Minho. He’s a keeper.” Jonghyun says.
Minho obeys; he kisses Taemin upon the younger one’s lips, his mouth trails down to Taemin’s neck and pale, thin chest while his thumbs plays with the elastic band of Taemin’s pajama pants. Taemin writhes responding to Minho’s kiss, lifting his hips, letting the pants slides along his long legs.
“God, he’s so responsive.” Jonghyun murmurs, hand travels to his cock.
“Hmm…” Minho smiles in the middle of his attack on Taemin’s nipple. “Look’s like Jonghyun-hyung is jealous. Why don’t you make an acquaintance with his dick, Taeminnie?”
Taemin nods numbly, his hand moves replacing Jonghyung’s to stroke the older man’s cock. It twitches under his initial touch, hot and hard, gradually firming inside his grasp. Jonghyun throws his head back, hips thrusting in encouragement. Taemin feels the rush of blood to his lower regiment, and unconsciously parts his legs wider. Minho takes the gesture as an invitation, and he pushes Taemin down on the bed. Holding Taemin’s legs wider apart right behind his knees, Minho buries his face in between his young lover’s thigh, inhaling the scent of Taemin’s minty lemongrass shower gel that mingles with the younger one’s natural musky scent.
“H-hyung-” Taemin shudders as the tip of Minho’s nose rubs his scrotum, his back arches.
“Don’t tease him like that Minho, give him what he needs.” Jonghyun scoffs.
Minho rolls his eyes, but he follows Jonghyun’s words nonetheless. Letting go of Taemin’s legs, his hands each grasp Taemin’s hardening cock and gently massage his balls. The soft, stifled moans that escape the maknae’s lips gradually become louder-harsher with short, ragged breath-especially when Minho takes his whole length into his mouth. Taemin hooks his legs around Minho’s shoulder instinctively, pulling his lover closer, while his own hand never left Jonghyun’s cock. He closes his eyes and let his other senses becomes his guide; the heat of Minho’s mouth that enfolds over his cock, and the hardness of Jonghyun cocks within his grasp. Just when Taemin thinks that he can't possibly be more aroused, Minho’s mouth left his cock. Taemin lets go of muttered protest, which ends by the time Minho flicks his tongue out and gives a gentle nudge into Taemin’s hole.
“OH GOD!”
Taemin gasps. His eyes snaps open, the feeling of the strange sensation washes over him. Minho has never done such thing to him, and he finds himself overwhelmingly provoked.
“Do it again, hyung…” Taemin pleads, “…please”
And Minho complies, ever so willingly. His tongue laps and nudges, teasing around the puckered rim or Taemin’s opening. Lust-driven, Taemin forgets his shame and lifts his hips higher; his free hand spreading himself wider access for Minho and all the while his other hand never neglects Jonghyung’s cock.
“I think it’s time to prepare him, Minho.” Jonghyun says, his voice coarse. “Taemin, get on four.”
Taemin obeys, reluctantly as he feels the loss of Minho’s teasing tongue, but full of anticipation of what’s to come. He gets on all four, putting the gravity of his upper body into a pillow, and bites his lower lip. He waits, and when he feels Minho’s thumb gently rubs on his opening, he gasp-sharp and short.
Jonghyun smiles upon Taemin’s reaction. He seats himself on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his legs spread wide on either side of Taemin’s head. His eyes never left Minho’s hands on Taemin’s hips and in between the cleft of the maknae’s ass, impatiently waits as Minho’s fingers slowly thrust in and out of Taemin’s hole. Taemin’s whimper becomes more frantic; his body squirms in a delirious mess. Jonghyun lifts his chin up and kisses him on his lips. Taemin moans into the kiss, blissfully so, and gasps when Jonghyun pinches one of his nipples.
“You like it, Taemin?” Jonghyun whispers in between kisses. “having us on both of your ends?”
Taemin nods, the overwhelming sensation that washes over his entire body sums up in a single tear that escapes from the corner of his eyes.
“Fuck him already, Minho. He can’t take it any longer.”
“Impatient, are we?”
The rapper raises his eyebrows in amusement. For a moment he continues to squirm his three fingers that is buried knuckle-deep inside Taemin’s body before he slowly withdraws them one by one. Taemin’s groan of protest is silenced by Jonghyun’s kiss, before the vocalist whispers to him once again.
“Shush…be patient, Taemin. Things are just getting better.”
Minho runs his palm down the crevice along Taemin’s backbone, and gives a light squeeze on Taemin’s ass. He brings the tip of his cock to Taemin’s entrance, teasing on the opening. Taemin whines, his body lurches languidly. He rests his forehead on Jonghyun’s broad chest; the strong leather and woody fragrance of Jonghyun’s perfume penetrates into his head.
“You’re ready for me, Taemin?” Minho asks, his hand never stops caressing Taemin’s back.
Subtle movement of Taemin’s head is the only answer Minho receives, and it’s the only answer he needs. Spitting on his own palm, Minho then smears his own saliva over his cock, before he slowly pushes into his lover’s body.
“Hyung-”
Taemin gasps as his body jerks forward, pressing against Jonghyun. He reaches for the latter’s shoulder seeking for support, to which Jonghyun responds by holding him around his shoulder.
“Are you okay, Taemin?”
“Y-yes.” Taemin mutters. He feels hot and full, and all he cares is for Minho to move.
When Minho begins to thrust in and out of him, gradually picking up his rhythm, Taemin finds himself swaying accordingly. Soon, Taemin’s mouth found its way to Jonghyun’s nipple, and he naturally begins to lap and suck on the hard nub. Jonghyun groans, and in return Jonghyun nips on Taemin’s earlobe. He caresses the younger man’s nape, before he buries his fingers inside the mass of Taemin’s soft, silken brown hair.
“Shall all of us get some? Go down on me, Taemin?”
Jonghyun’s voice is of authority; Taemin finds himself all too willing to comply. He gives a silent nod and allows Jonghyun’s hand to push his head further down, in between the vocalist’s legs. When the tip of Jonghyun’s cock presses on his lower lip, Taemin instinctively flicks his tongue out, and licks the velvety head.
“Oh fuck! Boy knows how to suck…you’re a lucky bastard, Minho.” Jonghyun groans.
It takes much of the vocalist’ self control not to thrust into Taemin’s mouth-not that he needs to. Taemin soon parts his mouth wider and take Jonghyun’s dick into his mouth. With the entire weight of his upper body on one arm over Jonghyun’s thigh, Taemin leans in and uses his free hand to circle the base of Jonghyun’s cock. He sucks and strokes in a matched rhythm, causing Jonghyun to moan loud and wanton.
Minho is getting closer to his orgasm along with each thrust into Taemin. He pulls Taemin closer, push deeper into him, and at the same time reaches down for Taemin’s neglected cock. Taemin makes a throaty groan when Minho’s hand begins to stroke him, and his stimulation on Jonghyun’s cock intensifies.
“Oh fuck, Taemin-” Jonghyun groans harshly as he no longer unable to hold himself back, and rock into Taemin’s mouth.
Taemin feels his head spins; Minho’s cock deeply sheathed inside of him, the insistent stroke of callused palm on his cock, and asphyxiation for having Jonghyun’s dick in his mouth. It’s too much; he tries to distinguish each provocation, but lost in the whirlwind of sensation that sweeps over his body. It didn’t take long before he frees himself from Jonghyun’s grasp, hands clutching the sheet of his bed when he comes hard into Minho’s hand.
It didn’t take long before Minho and Jonghyun follow suit. Minho slips out of Taemin few seconds before he comes and with the help of his hand he shoots his load on Taemin’s back, while Jonghyun-whom once Taemin’s mouth left continues to stroke his cock-lasts a bit longer; few drops of his semen reaches Taemin’s chin and neck.
The exhaustion and chill comes as soon as the orgasmic seconds left. Taemin finds himself shivering, and curls into a fetal position. Jonghyun helps to wipe his own semen from Taemin’s face, while Minho drapes a blanket over his naked body and kisses him on his forehead.
“Rest well, baby.” He whispers, and Taemin’s smiles.
“What about my present?”
Jonghyun sighs. “I’m sorry, but…I think you’re not quite ready to have it yet. I mean, you’re so good at being bottom, Taemin, it will be such a waste. I think I’m gonna keep my dick for myself a little longer.”
Minho crouches by Taemin’s side, “Mine is yours already, it will always be. Now sleep, baby.”
Minho stands up after giving him the last kiss goodnight. With that, the two men walk out of his room, and leave him alone in his bed.
Taemin sits upright on his bed with the most outrageous fury he has ever felt in his entire life. Still in a borderline of reverie and reality, he climbs down from his bed and trudges over to the room at the opposite end of the hall from his. His intention is solid: retrieving what is his right to begin with.
The sky is still dark outside, not a single soul is seen on the street, when a loud screech that speaks out an agonizing pain reverberates in SHINee’s dorm and the hall outside-almost but fortunately not loud enough to reach the other apartments.
“FUUU-WHAT THE HELL-TAEMIN, FUCK!!!”
Minho jolts from his sleep, sitting up straight on his bed in reflex, when he sees the least likely scene happens in front of him. Taemin is in his and Jonghyun’s room, eyes uncannily wild and his expression is of rage, straddling Jonghyun over the older man’s knees. Jonghyun, on the other hand, has his drawstring sweatpants and boxer undid just below his crotch, while Taemin violently tugging his semi-erected cock.
“GET OFF OF ME AND GET YOUR HAND OFF MY COCK YOU PSYCHOTIC BASTARD!!”
Jonghyun tries to push Taemin away, and in process hurting himself even more for Taemin’s grasp on his cock is firm and strong.
There is a moment of awkward silent when Minho becomes lost deep in the most bizarre scene he has ever witnessed in his entire life, but the next second, the SHINee rapper’s lips automatically curls into a smile, before he laughs out loud until his body shakes.
“WHAT THE FUCK-” Noticing that Minho is awake, Jonghyun’s hand reaches out for rescue.
“STOP LAUGHING LIKE A LOONY AND HELP ME TO DETACH THIS LITTLE FUCKER OF YOUR BOYFRIEND BEFORE I FUCK HIM SO HARD HE WON’T BE ABLE TO TAKE YOU UNTIL YOU BOTH ARE RELEASED FROM THE ARMY!!!”
Minho wipes the involuntary tears that rolls down from the corner of his eyes, and drags himself towards Jonghyun’s bed. He gives a gentle tug at Taemin’s arm, carefully removing Taemin’s insistent fingers that are wrapped around Jonghyun’s length.
“Taemin, baby, let go of him. He’s gonna die at any second if you don’t spare him mercy.”
The rage has not completely left Taemin’s still half-dreamy expression, when he finally ends the torture he performs on Jonghyun. Along with Minho’s effort to save Jonghyun’s life, he climbs down Jonghyun’s lap and obediently follows Minho to his side of the room. Upon his freedom, Jonghyun quickly put on defensive stance, his face is still cringing from the remaining numbness and pain. That time, Kibum has joined them, silently standing by the door and watches the entire happening in dazed amusement.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Jonghyun shouts angrily. “You can’t be too dumb to mistake me for your boyfriend! God knows if I can still produce mini Jonghyuns now-and I’m being the only son in my family. Fuck you Taemin!”
“You’re evil, Jonghyun-hyung! I hate you!” Taemin shouts back, his eyes are teary.
“WHAT DID I DO?”
“YOU SAID YOU WOULD GIVE ME YOUR COCK! YOU GAVE IT TO ME IN A BOX ALONG WITH MINHO-HYUNG’S BUT YOU USED IT ON ME INSTEAD AND YOU MADE MINHO HYUNG DID THE SAME. AND WHILE MINHO HYUNG LET ME TO KEEP HIS, WHY DON’T YOU?”
“WHAT THE HELL-“ Jonghyun screams. “YOU PUT ME IN MISERY BECAUSE YOU WERE DREAMING, TAEMIN? SERIOUSLY?”
Kibum is still shaking his head incredulously when he returns to the room he shares with Taemin and Jinki, the latter one already awake from the ruckus and is sitting on the edge of his bed. Putting on the thick glasses he uses in times that he isn’t able to wear the contacts, Jinki looks up at Kibum and wonders why the younger man looks so amused despite such uproar in the dead of the night
“What happened?” Jinki asks.
“It was just Taemin having his first hangover and took Jonghyun’s word last night all too literally, and tried to kill our dear vocalist by wrenching the cock off of him.”
Jinki raises his eyebrow questioningly. Kibum smiles at him and gives a light peck on his creased forehead.
“It’s nothing, yeobo. Go back to sleep, shall we? I’m still having a headache from all the alcohol we took last night.”
Jinki nods and takes off his glasses, scooting over to provide Kibum some space on his bed. Sighing, Jinki closes his eyes and nestles his face against the crook of Kibum’s nape.
“At least next time we know not to allow Taemin drink all that Tequila.”
“And the whisky cola.”
“Yeah.”
“And… let’s not allow Jonghyun speaks weird idea in his mind while he’s at that.”
“That too.”
From the outside of the room, right before they fall back into sleep, Jinki can still barely hear another screams.
“I DON’T CARE HYUNG, YOU HAVE TO FULFIL YOUR PROMISE-”
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? DOES MY COCK LOOK DETACHABLE TO YOU? THE HELL I WILL CUT OFF MY DICK AND GIVE IT TO YOU IN A BOX!!!”
-fin-
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Use It Like A Man
Pairing: OT3 (Jonghyun/Minho/Taemin), (side) OnKey
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4738wc
Summary: Jinki shouldn’t have suggested Taemin to come to Jonghyun for advice on being a manly man…
Inferiority complex has always been one of Taemin’s main issues in SHINee. Who could have blamed him, though, with the amount of comments about just how pretty he is, how he will make a gorgeous girl, and just how feminine and delicate he is. Sometimes he can cope with hearing such things, but sometimes the comments are downright annoying, especially when he has tried his best to carry out the manly side of him.
The fact that he always has such handsome namja as hyungs does not help either. Be it his SHINee hyungs, or the sunbaes from other bands, Taemin gets more inferior along with the amount of time he gets to spend with them. Darn it, even Dongho who is his junior by a year seems to become manlier in every chance they get to meet.
And there is still the fact that he’s going out with Minho, who is ever so protective and nurturing to the point that he sometimes treats Taemin like a giant teddy bear. It’s not that Taemin hates the affection and such, he loves it indeed; how Minho showers him with cuddles and is ready with helping hand whenever Taemin needs it. But Taemin sometimes wishes that Minho will provide him some space so he can mature, and be more of an equal to the other man.
Taemin has tried to talk to Kibum about it. It amazes him how Kibum can calmly live the fact that he is not exactly the manliest man on earth, and in fact seemingly to embrace the feminine side of him.
“It’s in your head, Taemin,” Kibum tells him. “What’s important is not how you look, but your attitude. People love to tease you out about it because you make it such a big deal.”
“That’s easy for you to say that, hyung.” Taemin pouts. “People always say that you have swag.”
“Well, don’t I have the swag?” Kibum posing hands-on-hips. “Besides Taemin, saying that you want to be a manly man while making a pouting face like that is sort of messing up your intention, just so you know…”
The boy quickly drops the pout and frowned, mumbling something about his hyung is not helping at all. Kibum, who has been trying to keep up with Taemin’s chatter while at the same time picking the right clothes he is going to bring for another trip to Tokyo, feel irritated. He put the stack of clothes on his hand down on his bed, and glowers at SHINee’s youngest.
“Look, are you trying to say that being pretty is wrong? Then what am I? What’s wrong with being cute and beautiful in the ocean of handsome guys? It’s called advantage of being different.”
“I don’t want to be different!” Taemin yells. “It’s easy for you to say, cos Jinki-hyung seems to worship the ground you’re walking on!”
“YAH, LEAVE JINKI OUT OF THIS, YOU BRAT!”
Taemin feels infuriated by the conversation. Deciding that talking to Kibum will not help him to sort the matter out, he chooses to leave Kibum alone with his packing.
“I’m not trying to say that your position isn’t tricky, Taeminnie, but it’s necessary.” Jinki says. “It’s a part a our band concept and while I understand your need to be recognized as a man, being the cute national dongsaeng is the image that you need to maintain.”
Taemin sighs. “Sometimes I hate being in the industry that won’t allow me to be who I am.”
“Don’t say that.” Jinki pats his shoulder. “We love what we’re doing, right? Besides, it’s not like you’re the only one who has to put up with this. Now, being professional is one of the requirements for maturity. So I guess, since there’s nothing much we can do about the look and image, I think we can start with our characters first.”
The comment Jinki gives is very typical of him, and while Taemin still cannot find consolation from the words, he understands what the leader just said.
“I just wish our fans will stop associating me with such words as ‘cute’ and ‘pretty’, hyung. You’re lucky you have your package.” Taemin nudges at Jinki’s crotch.
Jinki blushes and looked down, stuttering as he speaks. “W-what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh come on,” Taemin rolls his eyes. “I’m quite sure you’re aware of how fans are fawning over dubulge. And I’m aware of how Kibum-hyung is crazy about your package. He’s not exactly subtle about that!”
“I-is he really?” The leader’s face turns into the most awkward shade of red. “Anyway, that-is an altogether beyond my control. Besides, our size has nothing to do with manliness. Now As far as I know, other than Jonghyun-since there’s nothing even remotely feminine about him what’s with his raptor-like face and muscles-we all had our share of being called pretty.”
“But that was during special occasions only! No one is calling you or Minho-hyung cute nowadays.”
Taemin’s lips are automatically scrunched into a pout. But then he remembers his conversation with Kibum earlier, and feels annoyed by himself for having such cute reflex for so many things. He decides, pout will be one of the first habits he should stop if he wants to be seen as a man.
“Now, why don’t you talk to Minho-and Jonghyun for that matter, since they’ve succeeded to build an image as a manly man?”
“They’ll make fun of me.” Taemin cringes simply over the idea of the two manliest SHINEe members laughing at him.
“No they wont.” Jinki pauses, thinking his statement over and continues, “Okay, Jonghyun will probably do, but I’m sure Minho will support you. And if Jonghyun ever think to make fun of you, go ahead and let Minho knows you don’t like it. Being his boyfriend, he will be compelled to side with you and kicks Jonghyun out of it.”
Jinki’s suggestion is actually making sense, and Taemin seriously thinks it over. Who will be more suitable on giving advice about being manly man, but the manly men themselves?
Taemin doesn’t get his chance to talk to both Jonghyun and Minho before the eve of Christmas, when they finally get a break from their activity and hold a celebratory private party at their dorm. They managers had left the dorm, allowing themselves a couple-days of holiday to spend at their respective homes. With the help of Minho’s intense hyung-whoring towards Kyuhyun and Changmin who keep an outrageous stash of alcohol in their dorms, the small feast turns into a full-blown party with seemingly never ending flow of drink.
“This is good. Like…seriously good.” Taemin, who has been coaxing his hyungs to allow him some drink, licks his lips for the remaining drops of tequila.
Kibum rolls his eyes from across the table, disliking the idea of the youngest SHINee members drinking before his legal age. He frowns over the view of Jonghyun pouring another round of tequila into Taemin’s shot glass. Jinki seems to have sensed Kibum’s dislike, for the next second, he places his hand on Kibum’s thigh, putting some comfortable pressure to point out his intention.
“He’s gonna be fine. Minho will not allow him to have too much drink.”
Kibum shakes his head. “It’s just…he never drinks before, though, and he never asks to have some. God knows just how much Taeminnie can tolerate his alcohol.”
“He needs it. Taemin has been feeling unsure about himself lately. Just let it be.”
“Still the talk about being a man again?”
Jinki nods. “It’s time for him to figure out what kind of an adult he wants to be.”
“Don’t you feel like…” Kibum sighs, “Don’t you just feel like seeing your son hitting puberty, seeing Taeminnie like this, hyung?”
Jinki chuckles; he plants a kiss on the crown of Kibum’s head. “Somehow, along the way…”
On the other side of the room Taemin, slightly intoxicated and gaining courage, begins the talk.
“So, hyung…I have a problem, and I think I need your help.” He starts.
Being an attentive boyfriend he is, Minho asks. “Hmm? What is it?”
“Make me a man!”
There is a sudden pause at the table when both Jonghyun and Minho are choked on their drink.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jonghyun wipes his mouth. “Minho, don’t tell me that you’ve been neglecting such a cute boyfriend of yours!”
“No hyung, that’s not what I mean.” Taemin blushes furiously, and took another round of drink. “I want to have a manly image like both of you-and Jinki hyung too.”
Taemin stops and pours some more drink into his glass. “Besides…Minho-hyung hasn’t been neglecting me.” He mumbles into the glass while downing the alcohol.
Jonghyun raises his eyebrows from the information, eyeing Minho knowingly. The latter one in turn blushes, and snatches the glass from his boyfriend’s hand.
“Alright, you know what-Jonghyun hyung doesn’t need to know about it. And I think you need to stop with the drinking.”
“Why not?” Taemin pouts. This time, being drunk enough, not bothers to correct the cute expression. “This is good.”
“Yeah Minho, why not?” Jonghyun sneers sarcastically, “Besides, drinking is what a man do.”
“Really?” Taemin’s eyes brighten.
“Sure, Taeminnie. Here, drink more and let me tell you about being a man.” Jonghyun takes the glass from Minho’s hand and returns it to Taemin after filling it with tequila to its brim.
“The thing is, Taemin…” Jonghyun scoots closer to the attentively listening boy. “Being a man is sort of given. It’s easy, but at the same time hard. All you need is a good dick in your pants.”
Minho is taken aback by the statement, but he chuckles nonetheless, “What the hell-hyung, don’t give him strange ideas.”
“No, I want to know! Let me hear it.” Taemin speaks up with his half-slurred voice.
“Yeah, Minho.” Jonghyun sneers in victory. “Let Little Taemin hear it.”
“I’m not little! I’m taller than you, hyung.”
Jonghyun rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. I’m bigger than you in few aspects. And if you mention anything about my height again, I’m telling you nothing, okay?”
Taemin’s face turns stern as he nods in reply. Satisfied, Jonghyun continues.
“See Taemin, even Minho doesn’t want you to hear any of the things I’m gonna tell you. Why? Because he’ll risk losing his manly image to you.” Minho’s groan is left unattended by Jonghyun as he continues.
“The secret of being a real man having a good sized package, and knows how to use it. Take example, Onew-hyung. We all know just how-impressive-his size is, and he knows how to use it…on Kibum.”
“Oh God, I don’t want to hear…” Minho leans back against the sofa rest and presses a pillow on his face.
“See,” Jonghyun nudges at Minho. “Minho doesn't want his secret to be revealed. Tell me Taemin, when you’re having sex with Minho, who tops who bottoms?”
Taemin blushes at the frontal attack. “M-minho hyung gets to be the top.”
“It’s always like that?”
Taemin nods.
“And who among you has bigger dicks?” Jonghyun has wicked smile playing at the corner of his lips.
Taemin pauses for a moment before he replies, “Minho-hyung is bigger.”
“See the formula already?” Jonghyun smiles, smugly pats Taemin’s back. “Up until you get the size and make it well utilized, I’m not sure if you can pass on being a man.”
“Hyung…” Minho rubs his temple, wishing that Taemin will not remember even the slightest part of the conversation when he gets sober. “That’s enough.”
Taemin looks like he is deep in thought. “I can ask Minh-hyung if I can be on top sometime. But how can I get a bigger dick?”
The last thing Jonghyun says before he leaves for bed, after getting immense satisfaction from playing with the maknae, is something sounds so much like “You can have mine, Taemin. I’ll wrap my dick in a box and give it to you as Christmas present.”
“Taemin, wake up…”
The only teenager left in SHINee rubs his eyes sleepily, and is surprised to find both Minho and Jonghyun stand by his bed in the darkness. Both of them are holding a box slightly lower than their stomach, smiling at him.
“What’s up hyung?” He yawns. “I’m sleepy.”
“It’s time to unwrap your present.”
Taemin feels surreal as both of his hyungs are smiling down at him. He sits on the edge of his bed and reaches out for the boxes on Minho’s and Jonghyun’s hands, simultaneously pulls the silken ribbon that enfolds the box cover.
“What’s inside?” Taemin asks.
Jonghyun smiles. “See it yourself.”
Taemin squints into the boxes, and let go a small, surprised gasps. He looks up, unbelievingly, to both of his hyungs, as he learns what his presents are.
“It’s what you want most, isn’t it?” Minho raises his eyebrows smilingly.
“Yes, but…”
Taemin feels confusion wraps around him, as Minho and Jonghyun are slowly taking of their clothes. Nothing left on them but the box, which in the end, as Minho and Jonghyun step closer to the maknae’s bed, falls together with their movement, revealing both men’s gloriously erected dicks. He marvels at their bodies; the toned muscle under the velvety skin that flexes with every move-the body of a man, the kind that he wants so badly. He marvels at the cocks that stand proud, and feels himself burning with envy.
“Take it, Taemin, it’s your present.” Minho said gently, “You can have it, but please treat it nicely and carefully.”
Taemin’s eyes gleams under the minimum light. “It’s really for me?”
“Yes,” Jonghyun continues, “But first, we’re gonna tell you how to use it wisely.”
“Use it…how?”
Jonghyun’s subsequent smile, Taemin notices, is somewhat feral. Taemin feels a shiver running up his spine as Jonghyun sends a signal to Minho, to which Minho replies with a nod before he kneels on the floor facing his lover. He runs his fingers along Taemin’s profile, and Taemin sighs as he closes his eyes. When Minho tugs on his shirt, Taemin instinctively raises his hands up, allowing his lover to take off his pajamas. His skin is exposed, virtually transparent under the silvery night lamp, eyes expectant towards Minho’s next move.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Minho asks, almost ambiguously, and Taemin blushes when Jonghyun nods in reply.
“Treat him kindly Minho. He’s a keeper.” Jonghyun says.
Minho obeys; he kisses Taemin upon the younger one’s lips, his mouth trails down to Taemin’s neck and pale, thin chest while his thumbs plays with the elastic band of Taemin’s pajama pants. Taemin writhes responding to Minho’s kiss, lifting his hips, letting the pants slides along his long legs.
“God, he’s so responsive.” Jonghyun murmurs, hand travels to his cock.
“Hmm…” Minho smiles in the middle of his attack on Taemin’s nipple. “Look’s like Jonghyun-hyung is jealous. Why don’t you make an acquaintance with his dick, Taeminnie?”
Taemin nods numbly, his hand moves replacing Jonghyung’s to stroke the older man’s cock. It twitches under his initial touch, hot and hard, gradually firming inside his grasp. Jonghyun throws his head back, hips thrusting in encouragement. Taemin feels the rush of blood to his lower regiment, and unconsciously parts his legs wider. Minho takes the gesture as an invitation, and he pushes Taemin down on the bed. Holding Taemin’s legs wider apart right behind his knees, Minho buries his face in between his young lover’s thigh, inhaling the scent of Taemin’s minty lemongrass shower gel that mingles with the younger one’s natural musky scent.
“H-hyung-” Taemin shudders as the tip of Minho’s nose rubs his scrotum, his back arches.
“Don’t tease him like that Minho, give him what he needs.” Jonghyun scoffs.
Minho rolls his eyes, but he follows Jonghyun’s words nonetheless. Letting go of Taemin’s legs, his hands each grasp Taemin’s hardening cock and gently massage his balls. The soft, stifled moans that escape the maknae’s lips gradually become louder-harsher with short, ragged breath-especially when Minho takes his whole length into his mouth. Taemin hooks his legs around Minho’s shoulder instinctively, pulling his lover closer, while his own hand never left Jonghyun’s cock. He closes his eyes and let his other senses becomes his guide; the heat of Minho’s mouth that enfolds over his cock, and the hardness of Jonghyun cocks within his grasp. Just when Taemin thinks that he can't possibly be more aroused, Minho’s mouth left his cock. Taemin lets go of muttered protest, which ends by the time Minho flicks his tongue out and gives a gentle nudge into Taemin’s hole.
“OH GOD!”
Taemin gasps. His eyes snaps open, the feeling of the strange sensation washes over him. Minho has never done such thing to him, and he finds himself overwhelmingly provoked.
“Do it again, hyung…” Taemin pleads, “…please”
And Minho complies, ever so willingly. His tongue laps and nudges, teasing around the puckered rim or Taemin’s opening. Lust-driven, Taemin forgets his shame and lifts his hips higher; his free hand spreading himself wider access for Minho and all the while his other hand never neglects Jonghyung’s cock.
“I think it’s time to prepare him, Minho.” Jonghyun says, his voice coarse. “Taemin, get on four.”
Taemin obeys, reluctantly as he feels the loss of Minho’s teasing tongue, but full of anticipation of what’s to come. He gets on all four, putting the gravity of his upper body into a pillow, and bites his lower lip. He waits, and when he feels Minho’s thumb gently rubs on his opening, he gasp-sharp and short.
Jonghyun smiles upon Taemin’s reaction. He seats himself on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his legs spread wide on either side of Taemin’s head. His eyes never left Minho’s hands on Taemin’s hips and in between the cleft of the maknae’s ass, impatiently waits as Minho’s fingers slowly thrust in and out of Taemin’s hole. Taemin’s whimper becomes more frantic; his body squirms in a delirious mess. Jonghyun lifts his chin up and kisses him on his lips. Taemin moans into the kiss, blissfully so, and gasps when Jonghyun pinches one of his nipples.
“You like it, Taemin?” Jonghyun whispers in between kisses. “having us on both of your ends?”
Taemin nods, the overwhelming sensation that washes over his entire body sums up in a single tear that escapes from the corner of his eyes.
“Fuck him already, Minho. He can’t take it any longer.”
“Impatient, are we?”
The rapper raises his eyebrows in amusement. For a moment he continues to squirm his three fingers that is buried knuckle-deep inside Taemin’s body before he slowly withdraws them one by one. Taemin’s groan of protest is silenced by Jonghyun’s kiss, before the vocalist whispers to him once again.
“Shush…be patient, Taemin. Things are just getting better.”
Minho runs his palm down the crevice along Taemin’s backbone, and gives a light squeeze on Taemin’s ass. He brings the tip of his cock to Taemin’s entrance, teasing on the opening. Taemin whines, his body lurches languidly. He rests his forehead on Jonghyun’s broad chest; the strong leather and woody fragrance of Jonghyun’s perfume penetrates into his head.
“You’re ready for me, Taemin?” Minho asks, his hand never stops caressing Taemin’s back.
Subtle movement of Taemin’s head is the only answer Minho receives, and it’s the only answer he needs. Spitting on his own palm, Minho then smears his own saliva over his cock, before he slowly pushes into his lover’s body.
“Hyung-”
Taemin gasps as his body jerks forward, pressing against Jonghyun. He reaches for the latter’s shoulder seeking for support, to which Jonghyun responds by holding him around his shoulder.
“Are you okay, Taemin?”
“Y-yes.” Taemin mutters. He feels hot and full, and all he cares is for Minho to move.
When Minho begins to thrust in and out of him, gradually picking up his rhythm, Taemin finds himself swaying accordingly. Soon, Taemin’s mouth found its way to Jonghyun’s nipple, and he naturally begins to lap and suck on the hard nub. Jonghyun groans, and in return Jonghyun nips on Taemin’s earlobe. He caresses the younger man’s nape, before he buries his fingers inside the mass of Taemin’s soft, silken brown hair.
“Shall all of us get some? Go down on me, Taemin?”
Jonghyun’s voice is of authority; Taemin finds himself all too willing to comply. He gives a silent nod and allows Jonghyun’s hand to push his head further down, in between the vocalist’s legs. When the tip of Jonghyun’s cock presses on his lower lip, Taemin instinctively flicks his tongue out, and licks the velvety head.
“Oh fuck! Boy knows how to suck…you’re a lucky bastard, Minho.” Jonghyun groans.
It takes much of the vocalist’ self control not to thrust into Taemin’s mouth-not that he needs to. Taemin soon parts his mouth wider and take Jonghyun’s dick into his mouth. With the entire weight of his upper body on one arm over Jonghyun’s thigh, Taemin leans in and uses his free hand to circle the base of Jonghyun’s cock. He sucks and strokes in a matched rhythm, causing Jonghyun to moan loud and wanton.
Minho is getting closer to his orgasm along with each thrust into Taemin. He pulls Taemin closer, push deeper into him, and at the same time reaches down for Taemin’s neglected cock. Taemin makes a throaty groan when Minho’s hand begins to stroke him, and his stimulation on Jonghyun’s cock intensifies.
“Oh fuck, Taemin-” Jonghyun groans harshly as he no longer unable to hold himself back, and rock into Taemin’s mouth.
Taemin feels his head spins; Minho’s cock deeply sheathed inside of him, the insistent stroke of callused palm on his cock, and asphyxiation for having Jonghyun’s dick in his mouth. It’s too much; he tries to distinguish each provocation, but lost in the whirlwind of sensation that sweeps over his body. It didn’t take long before he frees himself from Jonghyun’s grasp, hands clutching the sheet of his bed when he comes hard into Minho’s hand.
It didn’t take long before Minho and Jonghyun follow suit. Minho slips out of Taemin few seconds before he comes and with the help of his hand he shoots his load on Taemin’s back, while Jonghyun-whom once Taemin’s mouth left continues to stroke his cock-lasts a bit longer; few drops of his semen reaches Taemin’s chin and neck.
The exhaustion and chill comes as soon as the orgasmic seconds left. Taemin finds himself shivering, and curls into a fetal position. Jonghyun helps to wipe his own semen from Taemin’s face, while Minho drapes a blanket over his naked body and kisses him on his forehead.
“Rest well, baby.” He whispers, and Taemin’s smiles.
“What about my present?”
Jonghyun sighs. “I’m sorry, but…I think you’re not quite ready to have it yet. I mean, you’re so good at being bottom, Taemin, it will be such a waste. I think I’m gonna keep my dick for myself a little longer.”
Minho crouches by Taemin’s side, “Mine is yours already, it will always be. Now sleep, baby.”
Minho stands up after giving him the last kiss goodnight. With that, the two men walk out of his room, and leave him alone in his bed.
Taemin sits upright on his bed with the most outrageous fury he has ever felt in his entire life. Still in a borderline of reverie and reality, he climbs down from his bed and trudges over to the room at the opposite end of the hall from his. His intention is solid: retrieving what is his right to begin with.
The sky is still dark outside, not a single soul is seen on the street, when a loud screech that speaks out an agonizing pain reverberates in SHINee’s dorm and the hall outside-almost but fortunately not loud enough to reach the other apartments.
“FUUU-WHAT THE HELL-TAEMIN, FUCK!!!”
Minho jolts from his sleep, sitting up straight on his bed in reflex, when he sees the least likely scene happens in front of him. Taemin is in his and Jonghyun’s room, eyes uncannily wild and his expression is of rage, straddling Jonghyun over the older man’s knees. Jonghyun, on the other hand, has his drawstring sweatpants and boxer undid just below his crotch, while Taemin violently tugging his semi-erected cock.
“GET OFF OF ME AND GET YOUR HAND OFF MY COCK YOU PSYCHOTIC BASTARD!!”
Jonghyun tries to push Taemin away, and in process hurting himself even more for Taemin’s grasp on his cock is firm and strong.
There is a moment of awkward silent when Minho becomes lost deep in the most bizarre scene he has ever witnessed in his entire life, but the next second, the SHINee rapper’s lips automatically curls into a smile, before he laughs out loud until his body shakes.
“WHAT THE FUCK-” Noticing that Minho is awake, Jonghyun’s hand reaches out for rescue.
“STOP LAUGHING LIKE A LOONY AND HELP ME TO DETACH THIS LITTLE FUCKER OF YOUR BOYFRIEND BEFORE I FUCK HIM SO HARD HE WON’T BE ABLE TO TAKE YOU UNTIL YOU BOTH ARE RELEASED FROM THE ARMY!!!”
Minho wipes the involuntary tears that rolls down from the corner of his eyes, and drags himself towards Jonghyun’s bed. He gives a gentle tug at Taemin’s arm, carefully removing Taemin’s insistent fingers that are wrapped around Jonghyun’s length.
“Taemin, baby, let go of him. He’s gonna die at any second if you don’t spare him mercy.”
The rage has not completely left Taemin’s still half-dreamy expression, when he finally ends the torture he performs on Jonghyun. Along with Minho’s effort to save Jonghyun’s life, he climbs down Jonghyun’s lap and obediently follows Minho to his side of the room. Upon his freedom, Jonghyun quickly put on defensive stance, his face is still cringing from the remaining numbness and pain. That time, Kibum has joined them, silently standing by the door and watches the entire happening in dazed amusement.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Jonghyun shouts angrily. “You can’t be too dumb to mistake me for your boyfriend! God knows if I can still produce mini Jonghyuns now-and I’m being the only son in my family. Fuck you Taemin!”
“You’re evil, Jonghyun-hyung! I hate you!” Taemin shouts back, his eyes are teary.
“WHAT DID I DO?”
“YOU SAID YOU WOULD GIVE ME YOUR COCK! YOU GAVE IT TO ME IN A BOX ALONG WITH MINHO-HYUNG’S BUT YOU USED IT ON ME INSTEAD AND YOU MADE MINHO HYUNG DID THE SAME. AND WHILE MINHO HYUNG LET ME TO KEEP HIS, WHY DON’T YOU?”
“WHAT THE HELL-“ Jonghyun screams. “YOU PUT ME IN MISERY BECAUSE YOU WERE DREAMING, TAEMIN? SERIOUSLY?”
Kibum is still shaking his head incredulously when he returns to the room he shares with Taemin and Jinki, the latter one already awake from the ruckus and is sitting on the edge of his bed. Putting on the thick glasses he uses in times that he isn’t able to wear the contacts, Jinki looks up at Kibum and wonders why the younger man looks so amused despite such uproar in the dead of the night
“What happened?” Jinki asks.
“It was just Taemin having his first hangover and took Jonghyun’s word last night all too literally, and tried to kill our dear vocalist by wrenching the cock off of him.”
Jinki raises his eyebrow questioningly. Kibum smiles at him and gives a light peck on his creased forehead.
“It’s nothing, yeobo. Go back to sleep, shall we? I’m still having a headache from all the alcohol we took last night.”
Jinki nods and takes off his glasses, scooting over to provide Kibum some space on his bed. Sighing, Jinki closes his eyes and nestles his face against the crook of Kibum’s nape.
“At least next time we know not to allow Taemin drink all that Tequila.”
“And the whisky cola.”
“Yeah.”
“And… let’s not allow Jonghyun speaks weird idea in his mind while he’s at that.”
“That too.”
From the outside of the room, right before they fall back into sleep, Jinki can still barely hear another screams.
“I DON’T CARE HYUNG, YOU HAVE TO FULFIL YOUR PROMISE-”
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? DOES MY COCK LOOK DETACHABLE TO YOU? THE HELL I WILL CUT OFF MY DICK AND GIVE IT TO YOU IN A BOX!!!”
-fin-