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title: the internet is great (for porn)
fandom: SHINee
pairing: jonghyun/key
summary: “c’mon, jjong, you have to give them credit for imagination! we could use these as potential ideas when our sex life starts to die!”
notes: assuming that he’s in seoul, it’s already minho’s birthday! <3 i love you, bb, and here’s my indirect birthday present to you! ㅋㅋㅋ
It was a Saturday evening when Jonghyun returned to his dorm to change into his pajamas. He had just returned from a relatively easy schedule, and was looking forward to just lazing around the rest of the night-preferably with Key, who, the lucky bastard, had the entire day off.
Much to his pleasure, he did find his boyfriend at home-sitting on his bed and doing something on his laptop. Jonghyun easily stripped himself of his clothes and hopped into his pajamas-but, a little to his disappointment, Key’s eyes didn’t even leave the screen. Deciding that it wouldn’t do, Jonghyun crawled onto his bed and snuggled to his side.
“What are you doing?”
“Mm?” Key shuffled over a little to make room for him. “Reading.”
“Reading what?”
“Stuff that our crazy fans write…did you know that they write stories about us?”
Jonghyun glanced at the screen. So that was where Key learned all of his English. From fan fiction. “Can you translate that for me? I can’t understand even half of that. Those are a lot of big words.”
“Ah…” Key paused for a moment, and cleared his throat. “Key’s mouth descended lower, teeth gently scraping Jonghyun’s skin. The older boy shuddered in anticipation-”
“Wait, what the hell is this?” Jonghyun exclaimed, snatching the laptop from Key. “Porn?!”
Key laughed, bending over and clutching his stomach. “That’s what I thought, too! But some of it is actually pretty good!”
“You mean people imagine us going at it?”
“For the record, it’s tastefully done.” Key calmly took the laptop back from Jonghyun’s hands. “And to be fair, not all of it’s porn. Some are nice stories. I read one about me and Onew-hyung yesterday…”
“Jinki? What the hell, man, you’re mine!”
“Yeah, well, they don’t know that, do they? I’ve read some about you and Minho, too…”
Pause. “That’s kind of gross.”
Key laughed, and pecked Jonghyun on the cheek. “Can you go make me some tea? I’ll read you one of the good ones when you get back.” Jonghyun scowled, but got off the bed nonetheless. If this was what his boyfriend did during his spare time…
When he came back with two steaming cups of tea, he settled down beside Key again.
“This is one of my favorites,” the younger boy said, accepting his tea and taking a sip. “It’s a little weird, but she did it really well.”
“Who are the main characters? Jinki and a piece of chicken?”
Key had to put down his cup to prevent spilling anything from his laughing fit. “Stop that! Not all of them are crazy, you know. I mean, a lot of it is really weird, but sometimes, you find something that’s really, really good. It feels like they know us as well as we know each other. C’mon, get under the covers.” Jonghyun did as he was told, and tangled his legs with Key’s, hoping that he could eventually distract him, so they wouldn’t have to spend their time reading creepy fan fiction. His boyfriend’s attention was unbreakable, though-his eyes were glued to the screen as he cleared his throat and began to translate.
Jonghyun could only clutch his cup in horror.
-
When Jonghyun’s laughter was heard resonating within the next room over, Minho and Taemin glanced at each other.
“I wonder what they’re doing?” Taemin glanced at the closed door, a little fearfully. “They’re not…”
“If they were, Hyung probably wouldn’t be laughing.”
“…Right. D’you want to see what they’re up to?”
Minho glanced at the television. There was nothing good on. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”
Upon poking his head into the next room over, Minho blinked.
“What are you guys doing?” he asked, staring bemusedly at Jonghyun, who was doubled over, sprawled across Key’s legs and unable to breathe. Key himself was just grinning exasperatedly at his boyfriend, with a laptop sitting on the bed beside him.
“I was just reading him some fan fiction,” he explained. Minho moved over so Taemin could see them, too. “Jjong’s gone crazy.”
“Fan fiction?” Taemin wrinkled his nose. “Isn’t that kind of weird?”
Jonghyun sat up, wiping tears from his eyes. “This one that he’s reading right now”-he paused to have another small laughing fit-“it’s actually pretty good! It’s about you two, and, and-” He doubled over again, unable to continue. At this, Key had to laugh too, leaving Minho and Taemin in the dark. A cold feeling began creeping up the base of Minho’s spine. This couldn’t be good.
“Taemin-ah,” Key said, drinking his tea, “Minho impregnates you in this one.”
Taemin blanched. “That’s not even possible!” he exclaimed. “Our fans are crazy!”
Minho coughed, and left the room to go vomit.
fandom: SHINee
pairing: jonghyun/key
summary: “c’mon, jjong, you have to give them credit for imagination! we could use these as potential ideas when our sex life starts to die!”
notes: assuming that he’s in seoul, it’s already minho’s birthday! <3 i love you, bb, and here’s my indirect birthday present to you! ㅋㅋㅋ
It was a Saturday evening when Jonghyun returned to his dorm to change into his pajamas. He had just returned from a relatively easy schedule, and was looking forward to just lazing around the rest of the night-preferably with Key, who, the lucky bastard, had the entire day off.
Much to his pleasure, he did find his boyfriend at home-sitting on his bed and doing something on his laptop. Jonghyun easily stripped himself of his clothes and hopped into his pajamas-but, a little to his disappointment, Key’s eyes didn’t even leave the screen. Deciding that it wouldn’t do, Jonghyun crawled onto his bed and snuggled to his side.
“What are you doing?”
“Mm?” Key shuffled over a little to make room for him. “Reading.”
“Reading what?”
“Stuff that our crazy fans write…did you know that they write stories about us?”
Jonghyun glanced at the screen. So that was where Key learned all of his English. From fan fiction. “Can you translate that for me? I can’t understand even half of that. Those are a lot of big words.”
“Ah…” Key paused for a moment, and cleared his throat. “Key’s mouth descended lower, teeth gently scraping Jonghyun’s skin. The older boy shuddered in anticipation-”
“Wait, what the hell is this?” Jonghyun exclaimed, snatching the laptop from Key. “Porn?!”
Key laughed, bending over and clutching his stomach. “That’s what I thought, too! But some of it is actually pretty good!”
“You mean people imagine us going at it?”
“For the record, it’s tastefully done.” Key calmly took the laptop back from Jonghyun’s hands. “And to be fair, not all of it’s porn. Some are nice stories. I read one about me and Onew-hyung yesterday…”
“Jinki? What the hell, man, you’re mine!”
“Yeah, well, they don’t know that, do they? I’ve read some about you and Minho, too…”
Pause. “That’s kind of gross.”
Key laughed, and pecked Jonghyun on the cheek. “Can you go make me some tea? I’ll read you one of the good ones when you get back.” Jonghyun scowled, but got off the bed nonetheless. If this was what his boyfriend did during his spare time…
When he came back with two steaming cups of tea, he settled down beside Key again.
“This is one of my favorites,” the younger boy said, accepting his tea and taking a sip. “It’s a little weird, but she did it really well.”
“Who are the main characters? Jinki and a piece of chicken?”
Key had to put down his cup to prevent spilling anything from his laughing fit. “Stop that! Not all of them are crazy, you know. I mean, a lot of it is really weird, but sometimes, you find something that’s really, really good. It feels like they know us as well as we know each other. C’mon, get under the covers.” Jonghyun did as he was told, and tangled his legs with Key’s, hoping that he could eventually distract him, so they wouldn’t have to spend their time reading creepy fan fiction. His boyfriend’s attention was unbreakable, though-his eyes were glued to the screen as he cleared his throat and began to translate.
Jonghyun could only clutch his cup in horror.
-
When Jonghyun’s laughter was heard resonating within the next room over, Minho and Taemin glanced at each other.
“I wonder what they’re doing?” Taemin glanced at the closed door, a little fearfully. “They’re not…”
“If they were, Hyung probably wouldn’t be laughing.”
“…Right. D’you want to see what they’re up to?”
Minho glanced at the television. There was nothing good on. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”
Upon poking his head into the next room over, Minho blinked.
“What are you guys doing?” he asked, staring bemusedly at Jonghyun, who was doubled over, sprawled across Key’s legs and unable to breathe. Key himself was just grinning exasperatedly at his boyfriend, with a laptop sitting on the bed beside him.
“I was just reading him some fan fiction,” he explained. Minho moved over so Taemin could see them, too. “Jjong’s gone crazy.”
“Fan fiction?” Taemin wrinkled his nose. “Isn’t that kind of weird?”
Jonghyun sat up, wiping tears from his eyes. “This one that he’s reading right now”-he paused to have another small laughing fit-“it’s actually pretty good! It’s about you two, and, and-” He doubled over again, unable to continue. At this, Key had to laugh too, leaving Minho and Taemin in the dark. A cold feeling began creeping up the base of Minho’s spine. This couldn’t be good.
“Taemin-ah,” Key said, drinking his tea, “Minho impregnates you in this one.”
Taemin blanched. “That’s not even possible!” he exclaimed. “Our fans are crazy!”
Minho coughed, and left the room to go vomit.