[FIC] Your Subtle Body (1/18)
Title: Your Subtle Body
Author: wynnetimate
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Length: Chaptered
Summary: Jinki and Taemin fall in love outside the boundaries of time.
Each of the eighteen parts in this series is based on a song from Joanna Newsom's album Have One On Me. If you've never heard of her, I highly recommend you check her out because she's a musical genius.
Y O U R S U B T L E B O D Y
I.
"I believe in innocence,
little darling, start again."
- '81
Jinki opens his eyes to the in-between, the paradise outside of time and space; he feels heavy, so many sins weighing him down, old wrongs and ones he has yet to commit. Paradise is quiet, every sound muffled by the heavy air and the sunlight streaming through the clouds like yellow ribbon. There's a stream carving its way through the valley, cold as snowmelt, disappearing into the distance as it curls around a grassy hill. The open space wavers and glimmers like a dreamscape. Jinki walks along the bank of the stream wearing nothing but his own skin; the sun on his face is warm, and an affectionate breeze ruffles his hair. He feels expansive, open wide.
There's a familiar boy lying near a bend in the stream with his feet thrust into the bracing water. There's a fishing pole abandoned nearby, its line tangled in the grass that lines the shore. The boy's eyes are closed in sleep, dark lashes kissing his cheeks, and Jinki pauses in his walk to watch the boy slowly wake. There's a silence every time the boy inhales, as though the crawling time stops to wait for his breath, and when he blinks his eyes open he doesn't squint despite the bright sun directly overhead. He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes. He looks at Jinki with a brilliant smile, and pats the grass next to him.
"Taemin-ah, did you catch anything?" The grass feels soft as silk when Jinki sits down. He's not sure how he knows the boy's name; it comes to his tongue without thought from somewhere deeper than conscious memory. Taemin slides closer, pressing their bare shoulders together, and he looks shy as he shakes his head. He gestures to the tangled fishing line with a self-conscious shrug.
"Should I untangle it?" Jinki asks.
Taemin shakes his head again, and leans forward on all fours, bear-crawling to the water's edge. Jinki watches, feeling as though this is something he's seen before; there's an insistent sense of familiarity as he watches the bumps of Taemin's spine shift, the balls of his shoulders rolling. Taemin cups his hands in the water to drink, and when he lifts the bowl of his palms there's a fish wiggling in the water as it trickles through his fingers. He laughs, delighted.
"Look, look!" He bends his wrists to show Jinki the fish, small and silver, and then carefully returns it to the stream. The fish lingers near the surface for a moment, nipping at Taemin's fingers in thanks before retreating into the darkness of the water. Taemin cups his hands again, this time collecting only water, and Jinki watches with a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach as Taemin drinks, his throat bobbing when he swallows.
"What time is it?" Jinki asks. He feels like he already knows the answer to the question, but he wants to hear it out loud.
"It isn't," Taemin says simply. He covers a yawn behind the back of his hand. He looks like a sleepy child, puffy eyes and puffy lips, and he settles back into his previous supine position on the grass. The sun is bright, and Jinki gets the impression that Taemin has been here for a very long time; if that's the case, why does he look etiolated, milky-white forearms translucent, every vein and artery visible? Jinki's arms are sun-baked to the colour of dry earth, and it's a stark contrast when he presses his fingers against Taemin's hip.
Taemin twists into the touch, and Jinki is suddenly very aware of their nakedness, their proximity. He hears the hitch in Taemin's breath as his fingers dance up the boy's pale stomach, and then he cups Taemin's jaw to tilt his head for a kiss. "Jinki," Taemin whispers, breath hot against Jinki's lips. He arches his hips, bones pressing into Jinki's side, and there's a hint of desperation in his voice. Jinki wants to claw his way into Taemin's skin and burrow behind his ribcage, lulled by the heavy beating of his heart.
Instead, he settles between Taemin's legs and cradles his face in his hands as he eases inside of him, swallowing the agonized moan that spills from Taemin's lips. The pleasure is almost painful, nowhere near to being close enough when all Jinki wants is to cleave permanently to Taemin and never part. Taemin comes to his climax first, his nails scraping at Jinki's shoulders, elbows pressing into the dirt as his spine arches and his breath leaves his lungs in short bursts, lips forming the shape of Jinki's name. Jinki's orgasm follows closely, white-hot, and when all of the strength has left his body, he holds onto Taemin, panting hard, and whispers into his hair that he loves him, wants him, will never let him go.
Taemin's skin is sweat-slicked like he's fevered, hair plastered to his face and the nape of his neck. "Jinki," he whispers. "Jinki, get up. It's time to go."
When Jinki sits up, the sun has dropped to the hills on the horizon, casting the valley into shadow. "Where are we going?" Jinki wonders aloud.
Taemin gets to his feet, brushing the grass from his legs. The backs of his thighs are imprinted with the blades, stippling his skin. He smiles and presses his lips to the corner of Jinki's mouth. "Are you coming?" He asks. He's already walking towards the hills, and with every step he seems to fade into the scenery, starting at the tips of his fingers and moving upwards: his wrists become part of the air, and then his elbows disappear into the hills in the distance. His shoulders and then his collarbones dissolve slowly into nothing; the grass moves as he walks, but there are no feet below his ankles to make the grass part.
Jinki hurries to catch up, but with every step that he takes he can feel his body unforming, coming apart at the seams like he's snagged a thread somewhere behind him. He can feel his form slowly unraveling, rejoining the ether, and by the time he reaches the incline of the hill, he's about to disappear altogether. The sun leaking through the parted hills gets brighter, too bright to look at, and Jinki closes his eyes for only a second-
Jinki opens his eyes, feeling heavy; anchored in time.
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Author: wynnetimate
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Length: Chaptered
Summary: Jinki and Taemin fall in love outside the boundaries of time.
Each of the eighteen parts in this series is based on a song from Joanna Newsom's album Have One On Me. If you've never heard of her, I highly recommend you check her out because she's a musical genius.
Y O U R S U B T L E B O D Y
I.
"I believe in innocence,
little darling, start again."
- '81
Jinki opens his eyes to the in-between, the paradise outside of time and space; he feels heavy, so many sins weighing him down, old wrongs and ones he has yet to commit. Paradise is quiet, every sound muffled by the heavy air and the sunlight streaming through the clouds like yellow ribbon. There's a stream carving its way through the valley, cold as snowmelt, disappearing into the distance as it curls around a grassy hill. The open space wavers and glimmers like a dreamscape. Jinki walks along the bank of the stream wearing nothing but his own skin; the sun on his face is warm, and an affectionate breeze ruffles his hair. He feels expansive, open wide.
There's a familiar boy lying near a bend in the stream with his feet thrust into the bracing water. There's a fishing pole abandoned nearby, its line tangled in the grass that lines the shore. The boy's eyes are closed in sleep, dark lashes kissing his cheeks, and Jinki pauses in his walk to watch the boy slowly wake. There's a silence every time the boy inhales, as though the crawling time stops to wait for his breath, and when he blinks his eyes open he doesn't squint despite the bright sun directly overhead. He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes. He looks at Jinki with a brilliant smile, and pats the grass next to him.
"Taemin-ah, did you catch anything?" The grass feels soft as silk when Jinki sits down. He's not sure how he knows the boy's name; it comes to his tongue without thought from somewhere deeper than conscious memory. Taemin slides closer, pressing their bare shoulders together, and he looks shy as he shakes his head. He gestures to the tangled fishing line with a self-conscious shrug.
"Should I untangle it?" Jinki asks.
Taemin shakes his head again, and leans forward on all fours, bear-crawling to the water's edge. Jinki watches, feeling as though this is something he's seen before; there's an insistent sense of familiarity as he watches the bumps of Taemin's spine shift, the balls of his shoulders rolling. Taemin cups his hands in the water to drink, and when he lifts the bowl of his palms there's a fish wiggling in the water as it trickles through his fingers. He laughs, delighted.
"Look, look!" He bends his wrists to show Jinki the fish, small and silver, and then carefully returns it to the stream. The fish lingers near the surface for a moment, nipping at Taemin's fingers in thanks before retreating into the darkness of the water. Taemin cups his hands again, this time collecting only water, and Jinki watches with a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach as Taemin drinks, his throat bobbing when he swallows.
"What time is it?" Jinki asks. He feels like he already knows the answer to the question, but he wants to hear it out loud.
"It isn't," Taemin says simply. He covers a yawn behind the back of his hand. He looks like a sleepy child, puffy eyes and puffy lips, and he settles back into his previous supine position on the grass. The sun is bright, and Jinki gets the impression that Taemin has been here for a very long time; if that's the case, why does he look etiolated, milky-white forearms translucent, every vein and artery visible? Jinki's arms are sun-baked to the colour of dry earth, and it's a stark contrast when he presses his fingers against Taemin's hip.
Taemin twists into the touch, and Jinki is suddenly very aware of their nakedness, their proximity. He hears the hitch in Taemin's breath as his fingers dance up the boy's pale stomach, and then he cups Taemin's jaw to tilt his head for a kiss. "Jinki," Taemin whispers, breath hot against Jinki's lips. He arches his hips, bones pressing into Jinki's side, and there's a hint of desperation in his voice. Jinki wants to claw his way into Taemin's skin and burrow behind his ribcage, lulled by the heavy beating of his heart.
Instead, he settles between Taemin's legs and cradles his face in his hands as he eases inside of him, swallowing the agonized moan that spills from Taemin's lips. The pleasure is almost painful, nowhere near to being close enough when all Jinki wants is to cleave permanently to Taemin and never part. Taemin comes to his climax first, his nails scraping at Jinki's shoulders, elbows pressing into the dirt as his spine arches and his breath leaves his lungs in short bursts, lips forming the shape of Jinki's name. Jinki's orgasm follows closely, white-hot, and when all of the strength has left his body, he holds onto Taemin, panting hard, and whispers into his hair that he loves him, wants him, will never let him go.
Taemin's skin is sweat-slicked like he's fevered, hair plastered to his face and the nape of his neck. "Jinki," he whispers. "Jinki, get up. It's time to go."
When Jinki sits up, the sun has dropped to the hills on the horizon, casting the valley into shadow. "Where are we going?" Jinki wonders aloud.
Taemin gets to his feet, brushing the grass from his legs. The backs of his thighs are imprinted with the blades, stippling his skin. He smiles and presses his lips to the corner of Jinki's mouth. "Are you coming?" He asks. He's already walking towards the hills, and with every step he seems to fade into the scenery, starting at the tips of his fingers and moving upwards: his wrists become part of the air, and then his elbows disappear into the hills in the distance. His shoulders and then his collarbones dissolve slowly into nothing; the grass moves as he walks, but there are no feet below his ankles to make the grass part.
Jinki hurries to catch up, but with every step that he takes he can feel his body unforming, coming apart at the seams like he's snagged a thread somewhere behind him. He can feel his form slowly unraveling, rejoining the ether, and by the time he reaches the incline of the hill, he's about to disappear altogether. The sun leaking through the parted hills gets brighter, too bright to look at, and Jinki closes his eyes for only a second-
Jinki opens his eyes, feeling heavy; anchored in time.
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