A Twist of Fate

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Title: A Twist of Fate
Author: wishunew
Rating: R (language and some Minor NSFW)
Pairing/Focus: JongTae
Warning: Possibly Triggering. I'm nore sure myself since I dont trigger, but its here just in case.
Summary: “Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.” -Lisa Kleypas

Oh my god, I dont even know where to begin with this. so like, 2 or 3 days ago i finished my SHINee Big Bang entree, and I was super bored so I asked linnhe for help with what to write, and that pointed me to As Fate Would Have It (which is a must read for this to make any kind of sense) and this is... nothing like what she'd been looking forward to. it got away from me.

But anyway, since my original beta is busy with The bigbang, I have the ever so lovely and talented aishitaeru
please be kind to her, since i kind of forced her to beta this at 7am...



Unlike Taemin, who had woken up with plans of breakfast and more sex, Jjong wanted nothing to do with it. This morning, when they’d woken up, the younger boy had been immediately turned on by the bruises and bite-marks all over Jonghyun’s shoulders and neck, and he took his time licking at the marks he’d left as he rocked his hard erection in and out of the sleeping older boy. Taemin liked him like that, submissive and relaxed, not fighting to try and get on top of him. The feral part of his brain cooed at him, a proper bitch belonged under his alpha, displaying and waiting to be tied. Giving into the urge to once again sink his teeth into the abused flesh of Jonghyun’s neck, the dancer forced his growing knot inside, moaning loudly as the bite woke the singer boy, who tensed up tightly, and whined, trashing in the younger boy’s grip.

Jonghyun had been pissed, struggling and trying to reach back and bite at Taemin, clawing at the younger boy’s hips, even as his cock twitched to life. The moment they separated, he’d turned and punched the dancer straight in the arm, making it go numb. “Fuck you,” he snarled, crawling back away from Taemin, who had curled up around his throbbing arm, “that fucking hurt you asshole. If I’m pregnant I’m going to cut your dick off and feed it to you.” He snarled again for good measure, and fled into the bathroom. Taemin slowly got dressed and called room service.

“Can you really get pregnant?” Taemin asked as he sat on the toilet, munching happily on some bacon while he waited for Jonghyun to get out of the shower. Normally he’d be really concerned about getting his bacon soggy, but Jjong still smelled divine, and Taemin was having a hard time keeping his hands off the older boy, even after their marathon of lovemaking. “You’d look good with a belly full of my pups” he muttered, his voice dipping low as he pictured the singer, stomach swollen slightly with child. His cock gave a violent twice and there was a dark growl from inside the bathroom stall.

“Touch me again and I will break your legs. Millions of fangirls’ will cry, and you’ll lose your entire career. We’ll probably adopt Kai into our group as your replacement.” The older man was not in the mood for any of Taemin’s alpha bullshit. His body still felt hot, like a normal heat, but it wasn’t a burning need anymore. He kind of wished it was, because then maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with the burning pain in his ass from however many times they had sex last night and into this morning. Six? Seven? He was still dripping cum from this morning’s slightly less than consensual romp, mainly because he was slightly afraid to reach back and clean himself, wondering if he’d been ripped open last night, torn, or rubbed raw. Anyway he sliced it he was going to hurt, and Jjong was more than content staying in the shower for the rest of his life.

A knock on the door only sealed his opinion of living out his days in the shower, since the knock was followed by the door handle opening. It was likely that their manager had gotten a spare key. Taemin perked up at the noise, sticking the last piece of bacon into his mouth as he growled low in his throat, eyes on the door. The singer rolled his eyes at the noise, wondering if the kid new he sounded more like a cub than a wolf, and reached out of the shower stall to snap his fingers. “Yah, Romeo. Will you get out and see who that is? Someone could be stealing your precious food.” The dancer whined, but Jjong just snapped again and pointed to the door. “You can protect me just as well out there, or whatever the fuck you think you’re doing, you hormone addled teenager,” he grumbled. But Taemin seemed to listen, getting up and moving out of the door slowly, like a kicked puppy.

However, before he could open the door, Jjong had a serious suspicion that the kid was delaying that as much as possible, it flew open, Jinki calling over his shoulder at whoever else as in the room, “Save some food for Jonghyun!” as he stepped inside, walking right into Taemin. The younger boy snarled, grabbing for Jinki, and Jjong had just poked his head out to yell at the dancer, when the noise cut off to a high pitched whine. Onew had Taemin's mouth and chin in a tight grip, glaring at him. When they first started living together, Taemin used to say that Jinki was scary, that he had this way of looking at Key, or Minho, that would make them stop whatever they were doing and apologize. This must be what he meant, the singer thought, as he watched the blonde boy deflate under the stare. “Go into the other room,” Jinki ordered, in full on leader mode, and Taemin nodded as best he could in the grip, before Onew let him go and he slinked away, shutting the door behind him.

The leader sighed heavily when the door closed, and he turned and faced the shower. Jonghyun had already pulled his head back inside, playing with his fingers under the continuous warm spray of the water. He jumped a little, when the older man threw the curtains back, looking up at him in shock, only to drop his eyes once more at the hiss Jinki let out.

“It’s worse than it looks,” he said to the shower drain, letting his wet bangs fall over his eyes as he subconsciously reached a hand up to hover over the bite marks and bruises that molted over his neck and shoulders, “really.” The older man just hummed, moving to aim the shower head down more, and then moving to step into the shower, fully clothed, behind the younger man. The lead singer flushed heavily and froze as Onew’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back into a gentle hug. “I’m serious,” Jonghyun muttered, his voice wavering as he hissed, trying to lean back into the comforting grip, stretching his back. He hiccupped softly, growling in his throat as he tried to fight back the hot flood of shame that touched his cheeks, prickled at his eyes.

Jinki sighed and pulled away, gently turning Jonghyun around, and cupping his face. “It’s okay, Jjong,” he said carefully, and it was like a weight had been lifted off of the singers shoulders, he sagged against the older boy, curling his hands into the shirt he was still wearing and sobbed. The leader rubbed his back carefully, totally not perturbed about his dongsaeng being naked. “It’s okay. No one’s mad at you, at either of you. These things happen. I guess…we’ll figure it out, okay?” He nodded against Jjong’s cheek, cooing softly to the crying boy, his hand dipping lower to rub deep circles into the small of the singers back, ripping a pained gasp from his throat. “Ah, you’re hurt,” he muttered, pulling back a little to look the younger boy in the face, wiping his tears. “Taemin was over eager?”

“O-only this morning,” Jjong muttered, closing his eyes as he tried to summon back the memories from the previous night. “He was rather composed, I guess…c-compared to the stories you hear. I was…not so much.” He laughed a little, smiling softly at the older singer. “I’m sorry it’s just… This isn’t how I’d pictured my first…you know? And t-then… I thought you’d be mad…” he trailed off, biting his lip and looking down at Jinki’s feet. He sighed heavily and played with the hem of the older boy’s shirt, which was slowly getting wet from the drops of water falling off of him. “How much trouble are we in, hyung?”

The leader shrugged and hugged Jonghyun again. “This was bound to happen sooner or later Jjong. You’ve been claimed for how long?” He hummed, tracing one of the bite marks with his finger. “Taeminnie may not have remembered it consciously, but it seems he’s taken it out on you pretty seriously.” He coughed a little, pulling back to look the lead singer in the eye. “Speaking of… Do you, um…need help, with…you know?” He blushed pink and bit his lip. “It’s just… You’re hurt, so you should…clean up, and I can…” he muttered, embarrassed but willing to help anyway he can.
Jonghyun sputtered and shook his head, blushing harder than his leader. “Hyung! I know we’re friends and all, but aren’t there some lines we shouldn’t cross?” he asked, voice rushed and a little high in panic. “B-besides, Taemin probably won’t like it.”

“If you start thinking like that, I’ll kick you out of the band,” Jinki said seriously, as he cupped the singers face and kissed his forehead. “That’s generally why mating is against the rules, remember?” He sighed and pulled away. “Now, get clean, okay? Manager wants to chew you out, and I don’t know how long Key can keep the food away from Taemin.” He giggled a little. “Though, I think he’s lost his innocent charm since last night.”

Jonghyun blushed and pushed the older boy. “Funny, hyung, now get out, please.” He shooed the older man, wincing slightly as Jinki tumbled out of the shower, having missed the lip of the tub. The older man bounced back to his feet quick enough, smiling at Jonghyun as he retreated to the other room, giving the smaller singer a thumbs up. He chuckled and went back to his shower, blushing hotly as he reached back to slide two fingers into his sore opening, whining at the feel, and blushing even more as he felt the rest of Taemin’s cum slide out of him. It was a strangely erotic feeling, having someone’s release dripping out of you, but Jjong tried not to dwell as he gently worked his fingers inside, making sure he’d gotten it all out and washed away before turning off the shower and changing.

The other room was a lot colder than Jonghyun remembered, as he walked back into it. It took the singer a few moments to realize the windows were open and the A/C was on. They were trying to vent the room. Minho and Taemin were sitting on the chair near the window, the taller boy perched on its arm, as Key murmured to himself, groaning and making faces while he redressed the bed. Both of them were pointedly not looking at their small hyung, which made the boy wrap his towel tighter around his neck, trying to hide the marks. Jinki appeared out of nowhere and guided the slightly dazed blond to the other bed, before handing him a plate with some food on it. The lead singer hadn’t known he was hungry till he saw it.

“I’m sorry,” Taemin said, breaking the relative silence that had settled over the five. Jonghyun looked up at him, blinking confused eyes. Taemin looked haggard, a little worse for wear after last night. Jjong felt something like pride in his chest, since he could give as good as he got. The dancer’s eyes were no longer wet and lust crazed, even as his nostrils flared every so often, still trying to smell the older boy. “I mean, about this morning, I guess, well, last night too, probably,” he added, looking down at his hands. “God you smell really good.”

“He’s still in heat, Taemin,” Jinki explained with a slight chuckle, watching the youngest twitch. “It’s just…different now. He’s not looking for a mate, so it’s less obvious.” The older boy was still gently rubbing the lead singers back, watching him eat like an over protective mother, and pushing more food onto him when he finished. “For example, Minho and Key can stand to be in the same room as him.” That was met with a deep growl from the youngest.

“Not that we’d touch him anyway,” the resident diva added, swatting Jinki on the back of the head, “so cut that macho alpha shit out, got it? God, no wonder you couldn’t wait to jump Jjongie, you have like, zero control.” He clicked his tongue and gave one finally fluff to what looked like the spare pillow and collapsed back onto the now clean bed.

“I know for a fact you’re not any better,” the Leader said, and Jonghyun chuckled, earning them both a glare.

They had lapsed into a nice silence, after that, even though Taemin shifted and tried to get up more than once, Minho just pushed him down and shook his head, leaning in to whisper something to the boy that made the dancer relax. They’d always been close, and it seemed to come in handy now that they were purposely trying to keep the dancer in one spot. Jonghyun was about to ask where their manager was, when there was a knock on the door. Key opened it and the older man swept into the room like a thunderstorm, face dark with a serious frown on his face.

“Do you know what this is going to do?” he demanded, causing Jjong to duck his head. “The repercussions? You’re lucky I acted so fast, or you would have been pulled from the group.” He sighed angrily and pulled something from his pocket, tossing it at Jonghyun, “You need to take this, now. Hopefully you aren’t one of the beta males who can get pregnant, but its better safe than sorry.” No one in the room made as sound as Jonghyun carefully took the foil package and blinked at the pill inside of it, turning to look at Jinki, who smiled in sad encouragement, taking the package from him.

“He doesn’t have to take it right this second,” the leader said, looking up at the older man. “Does he? I mean, 72 hours, right?” He flipped the package over and read the back, looking between it and the manager like he was waiting for the man to open his mouth so he could be proven wrong.

“He can really get pregnant!?” Taemin exclaimed, looking wide eyed at everyone. “I thought that was an American myth.” He turned to look at Jjong, his eyes getting dreamy then turning fearful. “Are we?... I mean, is that okay? Can that happen?”

“No it can’t,” Minho said softly, placing a hand on Taemin’s shoulder, his deep voice seeming to make the statement more final, making the younger boy whine pathetically, as if mourning the loss of children he might never even have. “Taemin, I know you’re pretty caught up in Jonghyun hyung’s heat, but try and think. Can either of you really afford to have kids right now?” He shot a quick look at Jinki, as if asking if he was going the right thing. None of them knew how Taemin would react at any moment, the true reason why Minho was next to him was in case he needed to wrestle the hyped up alpha down, so having the reassurance of an established leader helped. “That’s what the pill is for.” The younger boy looked dejected, but he nodded slowly leaning back into the chair with a frown.

“We’ll have to get you a control prescription, God knows how we’ll do that without the fans finding out. The last thing that needs to get to the press is you being on preventative medication, the media will have a field day,” the manager continued, trying to drag the conversation back in the direction he wanted it to go.

“I could go on them, too,” Jinki offered, looking up at their manager. “I mean, we both could, and you should say that, since we’re going to be so busy, we’d be using them to keep us on schedule, which is essentially what you’re going to be doing anyway,” he added. The older man blinked at him, taken aback at his sudden helpfulness after the act of defiance, and smiled with relief.

“That’s a genius idea, Jinki-ah,” he said, pulling his phone out and dialing a number. “Let me run it by the boss first, okay?” He nodded for them and walked towards the door, “I have to go, watch them, okay?” then he shut it. Not one minute after he closed it, a pillow slammed right where the older man’s face would be.

“Fucking prick,” Key snarled angrily, crawling over to the other bed and hugging Jonghyun tightly, ignoring the growl that spilled from Taemin's throat. “He had no right to blame you for any of this, hyung. I’m so sorry.” The singer nodded, smiling weakly at the younger boy, who rolled his eyes and let him go, tuning on Jinki. “Why is our management so fucking archaic, anyway?” he demanded, like Onew would know the answer. “You can’t tell me that wasn’t beta blaming.”

“Beta Blaming?” Taemin asked suddenly, tilting his head in confusion at the same time Jinki frowned at the slightly eccentric boy. “Key,” he said, warningly, looking over his shoulder at Taemin. “Don’t worry about it, Taemin. It’s nothing that concerns you right now, okay?” He shot a glare at Key that clearly screamed not now, and, ignoring Taemin's grumble about no one telling him anything, turned to Jonghyun, who’d been looking at his hands since he received the pill. Onew smiled and nudged him with his nose, “Hey, come on. Let’s watch a movie or something, okay?”

They spent the rest of the day ordering gross amounts of take out secretly and watching really bad movies. Jonghyun and Taemin fell asleep half way through the fifth movie, curled up around each other. It pained Jinki to part them, but it had been decided that Taemin would stay with Minho and Key, and Jinki would stay with Jjong for the rest of their time at the retreat. Key caught the oldest boy’s arm as he ushered them out, waiting until Minho and Taemin were out of earshot.

“Are you seriously okay with what happened today, hyung? With Jonghyun?” The younger boy pressed, looking directly at Jinki. “I mean, seriously. Manager hyung’s acting like Jjong did it on purpose. Because, right, betas go into heat and are begging to be fucked, alphas can’t control themselves around betas. They were asking for it.” He snarled and gripped the older man’s arm tighter. “We all know that’s a bunch of bullshit. That medicine they’re going to put you both on… Our fans are going to be wondering what your new weight loss plan is.” He sighed and shook his head. “How can you just…agree to everything? Fucking help, even?” He winced, and fell silent under the dark look Onew suddenly cast him.

The leader stepped forward, boxing the thinner boy against the wall. “I do what’s best for the group, Kibum. He might not want to take the pill right now, but he’d be the first to tell you he’s not ready for the responsibilities of a child. He gave up everything to be a singer, taking precautions against something that would be the best mistake in his life is something that has to be done.” The leader sighed and stepped back, closing his eyes for a moment. “I know what beta blaming is, Key, I’m a beta, remember? And if taking pills that will make me sick every month will help save Jjong and Taemin the humiliation of being found out, I’d take them all. You’re being selfish because you’re looking for a fight. So grow up and start thinking past your sudden hipster need for social justice. Got it?” Key nodded weakly under the tirade of Jinki’s words, flushing with hot shame and baring his teeth at the older man in a weak display of defiance, opening his mouth to retort before the leader cut him off.

“You don’t understand how lucky we are, do you?” Onew asked, the heat and anger gone from his words, replaced with a sad understanding that made Key feel young and ignorant. “The fact that Taemin and Jjong are allowed to even stay in the band? Do you know what usually happens to claimed couples, Key? They always end up mating, and then they’re always broken up. Yunho and Jaejoong hyungs, Heechul and Hankyung hyungs. I honestly have no idea why they didn’t tell Taemin or Jjong to pack their bags, but we’re fucking lucky, okay?” The rapper flinched, Jinki never swore. “So you need to get yourself together and try not to push, got it?” Onew asked; blinking pleading eyes at Key, who slowly nodded, reaching out to hug the older boy, nuzzling into his neck and licking him lightly.

“You’re so strong, hyung,” he whispered as he pulled way, “I’m sorry I got mad.”

Jinki smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair. “You wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t. Now, go get some sleep, more babysitting tomorrow.” He watched Key walk away, his head hung in shame and contemplation, and sighed, closing the door and crawled into bed with Jonghyun, who immediately turned and nuzzled into his chest. The older boy smiled softly and ran a hand through the younger boy’s hair, humming lightly as he did so. “I’ll protect you, Jonghyun,” he whispered, kissing the lead singers head. “Don’t worry. This time, you can lean on me, okay?”

Jonghyun sighed and nodded, cuddling closer. He wanted Taemin, wanted to hold him, smell him, and lick him all over. After four years, he could finally acknowledge that the younger boy was his, he was Taemin’s. Jjong had been claimed, now mated, and he wanted his alpha. He remembered what it was like, all those years ago, when it had first happened; the feeling that had rushed through him the first time Taemin had sank his teeth into the skin of Jjong’s neck. He’s been angry, at first, even if the thrill of the bite had carried through his entire heat, making him cry out Taemin name over and over. He’d found out later, that Taemin had Claimed him. It was an old term, that meant the marking act and alpha gives to their destined beta, the one fate had decided they would spend forever with. It didn’t happen to everyone, usually only in the purest of bred families. It was irreversible, and would always pull the claimed beta to his alpha.

“We’re so lucky, you know,” Jinki said, breaking the silence that had settled over them as Jonghyun mused. “Very, very lucky. I know its going to be hard, Jjong, that it has been hard. But if we’re careful, you and Taemin can be happy, and SHINee can stay whole.” The singer wanted to be mad, but he couldn’t fault Jinki for thinking of the group first, he was their leader, responsible for all five of them and their dreams.

“They want me to take the morning after pill,” the younger boy murmured into Jinki’s collarbone, he was shaking and he wanted Taemin to hold onto, so he just held tighter to the oldest. “What gives them the right to force that on me? I thought we lived in a world where betas were allowed to decide for themselves,” he whispered, his voice losing its angry edge and dropping in volume. “I know that we…that I cant have children right now, even if I could, physically… It’s just, it would have been nice, to be my own decision.” To himself he sounded weak and whiny, grumbling about something that he had no control over, a dog pulling uselessly at his leash.

Onew sighed and kissed the younger boy’s forehead. “You have a day or so to think, Jjong. No one can force you to take it if you truly don’t want to. Manager wanted to rush to be sure, but this isn’t his call,” he said slowly, smiling when the boy looked up at him. “I’m not going to tell anyone, if you decide not to, okay?” he hummed and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind the boy’s ear. “Those pills aren’t 100% effective, anyway.”

“You’d do that?” Jonghyun asked reverently, eyes wide with shock. “B-but… I could ruin everything, all of SHINee, if I really am… You’re supposed to be doing what’s best for the band! How could you just let me not take them?” He huffed and pulled away, rolling into a ball at the edge of the bed. What game was Jinki playing? Trying to guilt him into taking the pill maybe? He snarled weakly and curled tighter into himself. Onew was supposed to be his friend in this, why was he pulling some underhanded reverse psychology shit on him right now? The singer whined. He wanted Taemin.

Next to him, the leader shook his head and pulled the distressed boy back into his grip. “Easy, Jjong. You’re all over the place right now, okay? Making a decision like this, you need to be all together, got it? You can still take the pill in two days’ time, when you’re not a hormonal mess, okay? Just relax for now. Try and get some sleep, okay honey?”

Jonghyun whimpered again, hugging lightly to the older boy’s warm body. “I want Taemin,” he murmured, into Jinki’s neck, nipping lightly at his skin. The older man jerked back and caught Jjong’s nose between his teeth, glaring lightly at him before letting go.

“I know you do, you’ll see him tomorrow, now, get some sleep,” he ordered, tucking them back in. The singer nodded sheepishly and licked the bigger boy’s nose before turning over and pressing his back into Jinki’s chest, nuzzling into his pillow and closing his eyes, trying to will sleep to come. Onew sighed and spooned behind him, breathing deeply and closing his eyes as well. He didn’t think of himself as the praying type. Sure he believed in a God, a higher being, and he liked some of the church’s beliefs, but he never saw the point in praying, since there was always someone who has it worse, who has a need greater than his own. But as he fell asleep that night, Jinki prayed. He prayed that they could stay together as a band, that Jonghyun would make a decision that was right for him. He prayed that Taemin, as young as he was, would be able to accept that decision, whatever it was. He hoped that, because he’d never asked for anything before this, that maybe his prayers would be answered.

Two days later, Jinki had finally managed to get it okay-ed from the manager--after he had demonstrated how controlled the situation really was--for them to go outside and have some fun, like they had planned on doing. The alphas were all gearing up to go to the pool on the top floor. There was apparently a gym near it that Minho was interested in, and he wanted Jjong to come with him, be his work out bosom buddy, as Key had declared. Opening their shared room, Onew found Jonghyun staring out the window, absently rubbing his stomach, clearly lost in thought. On the coffee table in front of the TV was the package for the pill, empty.

“Jonghyun,” Jinki called carefully. The singer jumped dropping his hand and turning to face the older man, smiling a little. “Is everything okay?” he asked, looking back at the empty package. The younger boy followed his eyes and flushed a little, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, hyung,” he said, his eyes losing focus for a moment as he touched his stomach one more time, then he shook his head. “Everything’s okay.” He smiled again, and tilted his head. “Was there something you wanted?”

Jinki blinked, watching at the singer tossed the foil pack into the trash. “Um… we’re going to the pool, Minho wants you to do sets with him, or something. Wanna come?” His tone was careful, still slightly confused, but he didn’t want to upset the younger boy, for any reason. He wanted so badly to ask questions. Had he taken it? Why did he decide to? But that wasn’t his place. It was Jonghyun’s body and Jonghyun’s call; his reasons were his own, and if the roles were reversed, Jinki wouldn’t want the younger boy prying into his reasoning either.

The singer nodded and started moving around the room, struggling out of the pair of Taemin's pjs he’d borrowed and into something that looked like a cross between run way fashion and work out attire. “That’s exactly what I need right now,” Jjong declared, “a nice solid win over Minho.” He chuckled and walked past Jinki and out into the hallway, only to pause, and turn back to the older man, moving close to pull his leader into a hug, nuzzling into his neck. “Thank you, Jinki. For everything, it…it means a lot to me.”

The older boy just smiled and hugged him back.



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