Soulmate AU where you hear a Beatles song after meeting your soulmate. You’re sitting there, and suddenly you look up after hearing someone falling down. A guy wearing the weirdest combination of colors ever has apparently tripped over nothing, he’s looking adorably lost with all his stuff surrounding him. You’re scoffing, but then, “Here comes the sun” starts playing.
Genre: Supernatural/Fantasy/Horror (in this chapter)
Rating: R (This is probably the scariest chapter)
Word Count: 1950 words
Hello, it’s been awhile since my last update >.< If you are still interested in the story, please find it below. I hope you like it <3 If you need a reminder of what happened in the previous chapters, here are the links:
Part 1 | Part 2
Nighttime fell and everyone else in Jinki’s family went to bed, but Jinki laid awake, replaying all the events that happened that day. He remembered the unsettling feeling of someone watching him when he walked home and kept asking himself why hadn’t anyone else been able to see the creature? The image of the creature haunted him, he kept tossing and turning in his bed, before he fell exhaustedly into an unconscious, deep sleep.
A few hours later, Jinki awoke to unusual noises in his bedroom.
What’s going on? He thought groggily, not fully awake yet as the tendrils of sleep still held tight.
He heard soft sounds emanating from the corner of his bedroom, near his desk. There was a distant sound of fluttering. Perhaps, he had left his window open and some pieces of paper were rustling in the breeze. That must be it, he thought as he reached down for his fallen sheets to pull them higher up his body, a barrier against that said breeze or perhaps, a small bird had flown into his bedroom, he surmised, as the fluttering grew louder, sometimes hitting his desk, sometimes knocking over an item or two from on top of it.
Please, please, I’m very tired. If you could, please see yourself out. Jinki thought as sleep tempted him again and his eyelids grew heavier.
Jinki’s pleas were to no avail however as the sound continued, before suddenly halting as something landed on his chest. And that is when Jinki’s grogginess dissipated instantly. For the weight that had landed on his chest was much bigger and heavier than a small bird. The cobwebs of remaining sleep burned away to awareness, his breathing stilled and his pulse beginning to race.
Jinki slowly and gingerly opened his eyes. As Jinki took in the sight before him, he tried with all his might not to scream. Sitting on his chest was the same creature from this afternoon, but there was no longer any question that this afternoon’s episode and the creature had been a figment of his imagination or a hallucination as he had possibly considered in his many hours of laying awake and pondering.
The creature’s small body felt unnaturally heavy on his chest and Jinki watched as it did not look up, but instead focused its eyes downward, stroking his chest through his nightshirt, just above his heart, with it’s black pointy nail as if studying it.
Jinki’s rapid pulse skyrocketed as the sharp nail dragged against the cotton fabric, but he willed his eyes closed with a barely audible gasp.
It’s not real. It’s not real.
He opened his eyes again hopefully, but he had no such luck. The creature was now looking at him with a smile. Smile being a subjective word. As the creature’s face split apart, Jinki saw close up the row after row of sharp yellowing teeth in the creature’s mouth, impossibly crowding its mouth with their jagged points. Thick saliva at the base of its teeth and mouth caused the creature’s breathing to sound like wheezing hisses through its teeth.
Jinki whimpered, bending his arms behind himself to try to get up, but the creature made an indignant sound and pressed its sharp, black talon-like nail into his chest, poking a hole in his nightshirt and into his skin. A small pool of blood quickly stained the pale blue nightshirt around the nail and Jinki winced at the pain.
“Please. What do you want?” Jinki said gently, trying a different approach, his voice hardly louder than a whisper.
A loud sudden noise came from outside and the creature turned its head to look at the door. Unceremoniously, it got up from Jinki’s chest, the talons on its feet digging into him, ripping more holes in his nightshirt in the process. Some of its talons pierced Jinki’s skin, causing indescribable pain to shoot through his body. The creature skittered across Jinki’s bed before disappearing underneath the impossibly tiny gap underneath the door frame of the closed door.
Loud sounds came from outside that sounded like furniture being knocked around and into. Jinki considered momentarily staying where he was and ignoring the commotion until it passed, but he knew he could not and would not. He took deep breath, gathered his courage and ignored the pain from the wounds on his chest. He swung his legs out of bed, slipped his slippers on and walked towards to his bedroom door.
Jinki took another deep breath, closing his eyes as he opened the door, bracing himself for what was waiting for him on the other side of the door, but when he opened his eyes, there was absolutely nothing that could have prepared him for what he saw. Jinki’s eyes widened in shock and terror.
Floating right in front of him was his mother, her body completely horizontal, almost four feet above the ground, her arms were by her side and her legs were straight together. Her eyes were closed, her face peacefully calm. Jinki looked closer and realized that she wasn’t just floating in the air of her own volition, six of the same kind of creature were floating next to her. Carrying her? Their arms weren’t touching her body, they were guiding her down the hallway. Was it magic?
“Umma! Umma! Wake up! Umma, please, wake up!”
Upon hearing Jinki speak, one of the creatures broke rank from the other five and flew over towards him. Jinki’s mother’s body tipped over more to one side and the other creatures looked at the purple one as if to complain, but they re-shuffled their magic to continue about their task and Jinki’s mother became level again.
This new creature wasn’t green like the one earlier, this one was a leathery purple. Yellow teeth and lime green eyes came inches from his face. Jinki saw something from the corner of his eye and he watched as the first creature from earlier with its green leathery skin fly towards the new one. It shoved the new one aside, shrieking. It continued to push the new one back towards the other five creatures. Could the creatures speak? Did they communicate with each other? Did the first one have authority over the second one?
Jinki didn’t know, but he suspected it when the purple creature moved back to other five creatures to continue carrying his mother down the hallway.
Jinki ran towards his mother and the creatures stopped and started shrieking at him.
“Stop! Stop! What are you doing to her?! P-please just leave her alone!” He cried.
Jinki was about to grab his mother’s hand to pull her from the creatures when his hand ran into something hard.
There was something blocking him. An invisible barrier? Jinki thought. He moved both of his hands forward and realized he couldn’t get any closer to her than about 18 inches away.
What is this? How can I help you, Umma? Please someone help me. Jinki sent out a desperate mental plea.
Another clang came from down the corner. Jinki turned to see as a pair of floating feet appear around the corner. It was Changmin. Another group of creatures carried Changmin down the hallway after his mother. This group was less careful and their wings flapped faster. Occasionally, one of the creatures ran into the wall. Jinki felt helpless as he tried to break the invisible barrier to no avail to free Changmin.
Jinki turned towards the green leathery creature who seemed to be in charge. The creature ignored him.
“Why are you doing this? Please let my family go! What have they done to you? What do you want?”
Jinki heard another clatter and knew immediately what he was going to see. He ran down the hallway. The green creature was instantly in front of him. It raised its pointy nail, a drop of Jinki’s dried blood still clinging to it, and simply pointed at him.
Jinki found he couldn’t move his legs. He was stuck. He tried to yell, but no sound would come out of his throat either. He tried to jerk, to move, to scream, but couldn’t as he was rooted completely in place.
How is this possible?!?!
Jinki’s father’s floating body appeared in the hallway moving towards him. Jinki couldn’t do anything, but watch as his entire family was lead down the hallway by a horde of tiny creatures, all varying in appearance and color.
Once the first group carrying his mother reached the end of the corridor, the green leathery one pointed at the window and waved a big circle with his arm. The glass in the window vanished.
Jinki started to thrash violently inside his invisible hold, his voice a muffled scream, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get free.
The first group of creatures began to march forward out the window and Jinki watched in horror as his family began to be carried out into the night sky, levitating into the black sky. He remained rooted, bound to his spot, tears falling down his face. He felt utterly and completely helpless.
His father was the last one through the third floor window. When his father crossed the magical boundary of the apartment, Jinki felt the invisible pressure on his body release. He could move again.
He ran straight to window. Looking into the sky, he realized his family would soon move out of the apartment’s sightline, disappearing into the night all together to god-knows-where.
The leader of the creatures appeared in front of him, a piece of parchment held in its taloned hands.
“What is this? Please just tell me what you want! Give me back my family!”
The creature bared its teeth in what could only be described as a smirk, winking at Jinki, and its green batwing raised in a what could only be described as a mocking salute. The creature continued to stare at him, soft hisses coming from its mouth, before dropping the parchment onto the floor at Jinki’s feet. With that, the creature disappeared on the spot with a poof, leaving only a small cloud of black smoke in its wake.
A thousand thoughts began to race through Jinki’s head. He had no idea where his family had been taken and sobbed despondently now, tears wracking violently from his body.
Who were those creatures?! What did they want with his parents and Changmin?! Why had this happened?
Jinki begrudgingly bent down to reach the piece of parchment that had been rudely dropped at his feet. He wanted nothing to do with it, but it was the only clue he had as to where his family had been taken, for what purpose, and by whom.
A unnatural, supernatural energy emitted from the piece of paper that made Jinki extremely uncomfortably. He ran his thumb along the old-fashioned red wax seal as he looked back up out the window again to see if he was still able make out his family’s figures in the night sky. With astonishment, Jinki realized that the window pane had re-appeared on its own.
H… ow?!?!
Jinki became exceedingly lightheaded and dizzy and his vision blurred. Whether from the effect of the events just passed or the rapid loss of blood from the wounds in his chest, it is unknown.
The next thing Jinki knew, the ground was rushing up to meet him as his legs slipped out from under him. He fell into a heap on the ground as the darkness surrounded him in its embrace, his hand still clutching the small roll of parchment tightly.
A/N: Gosh, I knew that was going to happen, but I even scared myself.
I’m sorry for the lack of Kibum in the last two chapters, but don’t worry, our champion is going to make his appearance soon!
A/N: It’s been a year since I posted my first fic, so I thought it would be fun to post it here on Tumblr. Onho deserves more love~!!!
Inspired by the lyric “Anything you want could not be wrong” from “The Cure” by Lady Gaga.
“Do you know what I love, Minho?” Eunsook started.
“Hmm—” came his reply, his eyes still on his laptop screen. Tap, tap.
“I love when you look deep into my eyes when we’re fucking.”
Tap—
Minho had been working on his laptop at their dining table on a lazy Saturday morning. His boss wanted that report on his desk first thing on Monday. His fingers tapped away at the keys, occasionally moving over to the calculator to his side to punch in some numbers. Tap, tap. Okay, so if we move the project to the third quarter, we will have twelve billion won more in capital to work with. Minho’s thoughts were entirely on his work. He did not notice Eunsook walking into the room, setting a glass of water next to his laptop and pulling him into a quick soft embrace.
“Hey, baby, I’m going to need a couple more hours. My boss is on my ass about this report.” Minho’s muffled voice came from between Eunsook’s full breasts where she softly cradled his head into her chest. His eyes remained locked onto his computer screen and his hands never stopped their typing.
Eunsook ran her fingers lightly through his hair before releasing his head from her grasp. “Of course, baby, you do what you need to,” her voice drawled. She walked over to the couch across the room to settle in and read a book.
Tap, tap. Minho kept typing.
A few hours passed in silence, both Minho and Eunsook completely engrossed in their respective tasks, except for the occasional sound of pages turning and tapping from Minho’s keyboard. Sunlight from the high windows crept down the wall with each passing hour, the midday sun warming the room.
Minho was preoccupied with his work, he did not register that Eunsook had gone silent, the sound of pages turning decreasing in frequency before disappearing altogether.
“Do you know what I love, Minho?” Eunsook started.
“Hmm—” came his reply, his eyes still on his laptop screen. Tap, tap.
“I love when you look deep into my eyes when we’re fucking.”
Tap—
Minho looks up mid-tap, eyebrows raised, not exactly sure of what he just heard. His eyes move to focus on Eunsook across the room. Her book now lays limp next to her on the couch. Her right hand trails down her neck, head tilting up to expose more of the milky column of skin.
“It’s like you’re looking directly into my soul,” she continues, her gaze heated. The quiet air in the room slowly electrifies. “I love when I can feel you deep inside me,” her hand moves lower towards the open vee at the front of her dress, fingertips grazing her soft skin. Minho watches as she undoes a button, exposing more of her beautiful cleavage. Her hand gently tracing the inside of the rounded flesh. “—so very deep... inside my pussy.” Eunsook’s fingers were now at her full mouth, her fingers teasing at her lips, making them go red, her pink, wet tongue lazily licking at her fingertips. Another button follows and her dress was open, clear to her waist now. Minho’s mouth goes dry.
“I like where you’re going with this, Sookie. I really, really do. Just let me finish this report and we— hmm... okay, Sookie? Baby?” Minho’s voice croaks. He looks around the table for anything to distract himself with. Seeing the glass of water, he takes a long sip.
Water! Man, I’m glad this glass is here. I’m parched.
Eunsook shakes her head coyly to allow her silky dark hair to tumble off her shoulder. She licks her fingertips again, hips shifting slightly on the couch, so her head can rest on the back of the couch. Her arousal, which had been at a simmer hours before is now too far gone to permit such an idea. It had been pulsing out like the backbeat of song she couldn’t name since this morning, buzzing beneath the surface when she put on lotion after her shower, caressing every inch of her naked body, humming when she put on her new silk bra and panty set this morning, modeling it in front of the mirror, and it had been already crackling when she had walked downstairs to look for Minho.
“Is my tall glass of water enjoying his tall glass of water?” Eunsook teases, her wet fingers tracing her neck with more ease in her new position. Minho sputters on his next sip, water landing on his laptop. He hastily wipes at the screen and decides to move it aside completely to prevent further injury. Eunsook’s lips quirk deviously and with her eyes trained on Minho, she lifts her leg onto the couch beside her. The sight of her bare legs straining against the denim material of her shirt dress nearly bowling Minho over. A hint of fabric at the apex of her legs is visible beneath the strained vee where the dress is held together by buttons. Eunsook’s hand traces the inside of her shapely thigh back and forth, ever so lightly.
Minho can feel his cock twitching in his pants, already responding to Eunsook. His eyes are drawn back up to where her other hand cups her breast over her bra. Her generous breast overflows her fingers as she squeezes hard. A breathy gasp slips out of Eunsook’s plump mouth. One of her eyebrows raise as she looks back at him, trained in a silent dare as her hand slips into her bra, caressing and massaging her breast, her fingers rolling her dusky nipple into a hardened peak.
“Let me see,” Minho says huskily, shifting in his chair as blood flows to his penis, causing his pants to become uncomfortable. He starts to get up, pushing the chair back from the table. Eunsook stops to raise her hand and wag her index finger slowly, playfully biting her full bottom lip into a pout, eyes narrowed. Minho gives a small groan, but stops to sits back down in his chair. Eunsook’s head gives a small bob, her tongue darting out between her lips to wet them and her hand moves to undo the buttons of her dress from the bottom.
One button undone— the strained vee gives way, the creamy skin where her silk panties meet her upper thigh visible. Her hand traces the exposed skin. Minho was now rooted to his chair, transfixed.
Two buttons— her hand blocks his view for a moment as she works the button open, revealing her silk panties completely, bare to Minho’s heated perusal. Minho’s cock goes hard, making his pants feel tight in the crotch.
Three buttons— her fingers flick the last button open and her dress gapes open, the two sides hanging off of her body. Minho’s fingers move to touch his penis over his pants. He starts palming himself through the material, his gaze never leaving Eunsook.
One of Eunsook’s hands fondles her breast as the other moves to touch herself through her panties, fingers lightly running up and down the front. She gasps, nibbling and sucking at her bottom lip, leaving small teeth marks as she does so. She abruptly pulls forward, Minho’s eyes widen in momentary concern, but he relaxes when she removes the dress now constricting her arm movement. His expression turns to glee as she moves to undo the hooks of her bra behind her. Her bra gives way, breasts swaying precariously in their cups before she slides the straps down her arms too. She looks at the bra in her hand contemplatively. A moment later, her bra sails across the room as she slingshots the bra to land on the table in front of Minho, a playful smile on her lips.
“Now, your panties, sweetheart.” Minho chuckles, eyes twinkling as he grabs the proffered bra and breathes in Eunsook’s scent before placing it on the table.
Eunsook’s boldness falters momentarily as she blushes deeply. She gives a shy smile with her eyes cast down before looking back up at him through her thick lashes with resolve, her bare chest pushed forward, the hazy gaze returning to her eyes.
Their game continues.
She watches as his hands undo the zipper of his pants from underneath the table and he pulls out his cock, touching his erection. She knows that the skin on his penis is unbelievably soft and the contrast of the velvet skin and the rippling veins down his hardened length feels wickedly wonderful —in her hands ―in her mouth —against her skin —basically touching her in any shape, way, or form. The temptation is high and Eunsook lets out a small moan, cupping and weighing her breasts in her hands, thumbs flicking and fingers pinching her nipples until they pebble.
Staring at Minho, Eunsook brings her legs together in the air, bending her legs at her knees. Without breaking eye contact, she hooks her thumbs into either side of her panties, shimmying her panties off her hips and scooting them over the round curve of her ass. As she removes her panties completely, she spreads her legs wide on top of the couch.
Minho lets out a near inhuman growl at the sight, “Sookie, please.” He motions to get up again, but halts, reading the unspoken words in Eunsook’s tentative eyes.
Please. Stay there. Watch me.
He knows that he could end this game right now and she would simply beg him to take her, but Minho doesn’t want to win that way. The payoff will be much sweeter if they see their game to the end, no matter how torturous it is now. He’s resolved to allow her to continue.
For now.
Letting out a strangled growl, he licks his fingers and begins stroking his penis. His thumb occasionally dipping into pre-cum in the slit at the top of his cock as he does.
“Just wait, Sookie. You’ll wish you were nicer to me.” Minho promises darkly.
Eunsook nods resignedly, acknowledging the truth in his words.
Minho never lies.
In return for his compliance, Eunsook’s fingers glide down her naked abdomen in a haphazard fashion until they reach her mound. One long finger moves to her slit and dips into her pussy, the evidence of wetness spilling out. The soft lips of her pussy now glisten with moisture, visible to Minho even from across the room. She brings the soaked finger to her lips sucking her own slick taste in and out of her mouth obscenely.
“I can give you something better to suck on,” Minho taunts. Minho may have accepted her terms, but that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy.
Eunsook’s eyes glint at his words. Locking her eyes onto Minho defiantly, she brings her hand to play with her pussy.
Fingers tease and tug her pussy lips, fingertips run up and down her slit and folds, her hand rubs the plump flesh at her clitoris, making her gasp and moan with pleasure.
“C-Can I tell you a fantasy... I have?” her honeyed voice catching as she continues to play with her pussy.
“Yes, of course.” he says roughly as he continues stroking his cock, applying firm pressure with each long stroke.
“I want us to fuck in front of the big mirror—”
“Yes. Yes.”
“—both of us facing the mirror and me straddling your lap.”
“Uh huh,” Minho chokes out.
Her index finger returns to her wet slit and staring at Minho, she pushes it inside her.
“I want to watch... as you stroke my body…” Her finger begins moving in and out of her slowly. “—until I’m a quivering mess, touching me everywhere—anywhere you want.”
She moans as another finger joins the first to pump inside her.
“Your knees pressing my own legs to splay out... “ she continues, her voice unsteady as a third finger joins to move inside her. Her fingers move awkwardly at first due to how tight she is, but they soon begin moving easily as her pussy stretches to accommodate them and her pussy gets even wetter, fluid coating her fingers and dribbling onto her thighs.
Minho can feel his blood beginning to boil at the erotic vision that was Eunsook. The lewd sounds coming from her red, swollen lips, her breasts heaving with each sharp breath, and her legs spread wide as she wantonly fucked herself with her fingers.
“—S-so I can watch your cock—your cock pound in and out of me,” she finally pants as her fingers continue their assault on her pussy.
“Oh YES, baby. We can definitely do that.” Minho growls his approval, stroking his hot cock in his hand furiously.
Eunsook incoherent murmurs and moans increase as her fingers continue fucking her pussy, her head tossing lightly side to side.
“M-Minho. Yes. Yes. Yesss... Minho. so good, so good.”
“Fuck! Sookie, I’m so close. Look at me. Let me see your pretty eyes, baby.” Minho coaxes as their eyes meet.
A second later, the growing fire in Eunsook’s lower belly finally ignites into a searing white-hot heat that spreads throughout her entire body, bringing stars to her eyes. Her entire body tightens, convulsing hard against her hand, her back arching. Minho’s hands wrap tightly around his cock, pumping desperately. He fucks into his taut hand watching Eunsook shatter and his own orgasm comes hard on the heels of hers, cum shooting all over his hand, some landing on his pants. Minho continues stroking his cock, flicking his wrist at the tip, milking his orgasm, spreading the dripping cum down his penis as he does so. Eunsook’s cries echo around the room as her hand rubs her clitoris to ride out her orgasm, her hips bucking, one hand squeezing her breast.
Minho pushes his chair back quickly and moves over to the couch before Eunsook can protest, sinking to his knees to place lavious kisses on the sensitive insides of her thighs, causing Eunsook’s still orgasming body to buck.
As she comes down from her high, he continues to kiss, lick, and bite the soft skin on her inner thighs. Minho’s big hands move under each of her spread legs to grope her ass, gripping and mauling her ass cheeks. His muscular arms press firmly into her thighs as he shifts forward to grip her hips tightly, before pulling her lower body further down the couch towards him. His hands push her knees further apart gently.
Eunsook purrs, oblivious in her ecstasy.
What begins as pleasure slowly becomes torture as Eunsook becomes mentally aware again. Minho presses his cheek into her inner thigh, lazily applying sucking kisses, teasing bites, and long licks to both thighs, but he does not deepen his touch in any way, never getting closer than the sensitive crease between her thighs and pelvis.
When her hands move to touch her own body, Minho catches her hands and holds them underneath each of his on the inside of her knees. She vocalizes her complaint, whining and whimpering in frustration. Minho’s head moves further away in response.
No!
She trembles as he kisses the soft skin at the back of her knees and along her shapely calves. creates a pleasurable tickle she feels deep in her clit, tugging at her clit like a pinch. It feels addictingly good, but she wants more. Her clit begins to throb and pulsate as he continues to mouth over her erogenous zones.
“P-please. Please.” she pleads, her head thrashing slightly and her hips bucking in an attempt to get what she wants. No, what she needs, she thinks to herself. Minho’s head moves back up, moving past the crease of her leg and she does a mental cheer in her head.
Yes!
A violent moan escapes her lips when he shakes his head back and forth and his lips ghost over her swollen pussy lips, so lightly, she thinks she’s imagined it, his hot breath scorching her sensitive flesh.
Eunsook realizes with a strangled sob that this is her penance for earlier. Her eyes begin to water as her body lays completely exposed to his mouth, held open by his strong hands. She becomes unhinged, bargaining with any deity that will put her out of her misery, promising that she will live righteously if Minho puts his tongue on her pussy right now. When that doesn’t work, she bargains with Minho.
“I will let you fuck me any way you want... anywhere you want. How does that sound?” she entices.
Minho moves back up between her legs and she breathes a sigh of relief, that is, until he moves upwards still and expertly swirls his tongue on the skin above her mound.
“No?” her face falls, crestfallen.
“I know! We can play a game later. Monopoly, Clue, World of Warcraft...” she rambles nonsensically. “Mario Kart...you love Mario Kart.” she whispers. A tear falls from her eyes. An obscene amount of fluid drips out of her pussy, running down her thighs and ass onto the couch below her.
Minho ignores her completely. He sucks the skin of her mound just next to her dripping slit hard into his mouth, each mouthful popping out his mouth loudly and Eunsook finds herself nearing madness, more tears falling from her face.
Minho moves lower and his tongue moves lower to bite the fleshy skin where her ass cheeks meet her pelvis, grazing the skin with his teeth and biting down gently, Eunsook yelps, jerking. He moves to lick just outside her entrance, lapping up her dripping wetness with the tip of his tongue as if she were a delicious salty sweet treat just for him and hope swells in Eunsook’s chest.
She about loses her mind as he presses his tongue flush against the edge of her entrance, his tongue making contact with all of the sensitive nerves. Her breath catches in her chest, she doesn’t dare to breath. She doesn't know if she wants to squirm out of his grasp or press her body forward against his mouth. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.
Minho, who had been stubbornly silent throughout, finally opens his mouth to utter only one phrase.
“You’re mine.” he says gruffly.
And with that, he presses his thumb down hard on her clit and plunges his long extended tongue deep into her pussy, sending her sensitive body into a second orgasm instantly.
“Ahhhh,” she wails in desperate relief as she climaxes. Her vision goes white as she comes, sound rushing in her ears. Her orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks, causing her body to cave in involuntarily.
Minho’s mouth is on hers in the next moment, smothering her cries with his mouth as his body moves in between her legs, keeping her buckling knees from closing. He pushes his thumb into her pussy, pushing it into the hilt, so her pussy has something to contract around, his fingers fondling her ass cheeks from underneath. Without removing his thumb from her spasming pussy, he nudges her body onto its side, positioning their bodies, so they are both laying on the couch now. His free hand grips her hip bruisingly as he pulls her closer to him.
Eunsook sobs audibly. His hand grips the back of her head and he crashes his mouth down to hers, their lips meeting together feverishly, soft lips colliding. He kisses away the tears on her face, murmuring praises. “You’re so good, baby. You did so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl... —beautiful when you come.” She thinks she hears him say something about Mario Kart as he moves to kiss her lips, but she’s too far gone to pay attention.
He deepens their kiss as he sheds his clothes. She smacks his face lightly a few times with her hand and swears hoarsely against his mouth, “Bastard.” Minho has the indecency to grin.
Minho removes his hand from Eunsook’s pussy, now soaked with her wetness and pumps his cock fast with his hand, kissing her deeply still. He moves away to rub his hard cock along her swollen pussy lips and then plunges straight into her hot wet heat.
“AHHH. YESSS. YES.” Eunsook moans, her shapely legs wrapping around Minho’s hips. Her hands reach out to grab Minho by the neck and shoulder to pull him even closer. Their foreheads press together and their eyes lock.
“Damn, you’re so tight, baby. Blazing hot. I can feel your pussy clenching all around me, sweetheart.” Minho grunts, lips reaching down to meet hers, sucking her plump bottom lip into his mouth before slipping his tongue into her panting mouth.
A loud moan escapes Eunsook’s mouth, hips moving on their own as Minho thrusts hard inside her. He pulls out, so just the broad plum-shaped tip of his penis is inside her before slamming his hips back into her. Eunsook gasps, nails clawing at his back. He does it again.
Minho can’t believe how good she feels, like wet silk enveloping his cock, relaxing teasingly and then gripping tightly in an intoxicating way, making him go mad with lust for her. He thrusts deep inside her, wanting to feel all of her, her soft body with its generous curves is so responsive to him, it always was. Their bodies move in tandem as if this were a choreographed dance that only the two of them know.
Eunsook’s eyes look down to where their bodies meet. She stares entranced. Minho follows her gaze.
“You really do like to watch, don’t you baby?” Minho grunts.
“Y-yes.” Eunsook admits. She sees her body spread wide to him, watching as he thrusts into her relentlessly. This sight is so erotic. She is both participant and spectator. She feels powerful and defenseless at the same time as she watches him use her body. An indescribable feeling takes hold in her body. She's never been more turned on. She continues to look down and watches her pussy stretching around Minho's thick cock.
What if-
She swivels her hips experimentally. They both moan loudly at the sensation.
“Fuck.”
His hand comes up to curve underneath her jaw, tilting her face up, so he can to look into her eyes as he slams into her with renewed vigor.
She has no choice but to hang on tighter as he thrusts even deeper and harder into her body, his thick girth stretching her pussy in an achingly delicious way with each thrust. The air is thick with the scent of sex, a mixture of their pheromones, bodily fluids and sweat. Eunsook’s moans and Minho’s grunts harmonize with the obscene wet sounds coming from between their bodies.
Their lips meet in desperate kiss, their tongues mating. They are both on the edge, clambering for release. Eunsook can feel the building pressure of another climax growing in her body.
Just a little bit more. A little bit. Just a—
One final thrust as Minho bottoms out in her tight channel and Eunsook comes again, harder than either of her first two orgasms. Her orgasm triggers his, deep inside her as her pussy walls clench his cock tightly like a vise. Minho’s head raises, Eunsook’s name ripping from his lips as he roars his completion. His hips jerk a few more times before he collapses on top of her.
Eunsook’s arms reach out, pulling him to her chest as they catch their breath.
After a few moments, he moves to pull out and shift his weight off of her, but she tightens her hold.
“No, please.”
Minho nods, relaxing his body, so their bodies can meld together in their exhaustion.
After a few minutes, they come to, their breathing normal again. Minho turns his head towards Eunsook, his lips pressing into her neck, sucking her skin slightly. Eunsook’s eyes are closed, a smile on her face, one hand at the back of his neck in his hair, while the other hand traces lazy circles onto his shoulder blades.
“That was so hot, baby. You’re so hot.” he kisses her collarbone, nuzzling the hollow with his nose.
“I still want to punch you in the face, by the way.” she jokes.
“But you won’t, will you?”
“No.” she laughs. “Well, maybe later if you don’t let me be Yoshi.”
He grins, pulling out and she pouts. He settles his body in between her legs again.
Oh well. It’s better than nothing.
“So, are there any other fantasies you have that you haven’t told me about?” Minho asks, trying to sound nonchalant as he kisses her other collarbone.
Eunsook is quiet. For all the sexual prowess she had displayed during the act, she feels shy now and has a hard time finding the words. It had been easier to admit when they were across the room from each other or their bodies were the ones doing the talking. But now, he was so close, there was nowhere to hide. She nibbles her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth.
Adorable. Minho thinks, placing a kiss on her cupid’s bow.
“Is there something missing from our sex life, baby?” he asks inquiringly. Eunsook’s need to please meant that she sometimes took care of herself last and Minho can't bear the idea that she would sacrifice her own desires for his.
“No! No!” she shakes her head emphatically. She had been worried that Minho would take this the wrong way and think this was somehow a reflection of him. “I love love our sex life. I just...want to try some things.” She knows she’s explaining it poorly.
“I’m excited to try them all, sweetheart.” he says deftly, knowing that he has to tread lightly. He kisses the furrow in between her eyes. One that even Eunsook wasn't aware had appeared.
“It’s…it’s hard to say those things out loud... Whatifyouthinkitstooweirdorkinky?” she finishes hurriedly. He's not even sure if she had taken a breathe at all.
Minho kisses her eyelid lightly before lavishing the same attention to her other eyelid.
“Sookie, look at me.” Eunsook slowly turns her face up towards him tentatively. Minho’s eyes are tender as he looks at her. “No, it was SO sexy. I want to know everything you’re thinking and hear them all from your beautiful mouth. But more than that, anything you want could not be wrong, Sookie.”
Eunsook takes a deep breath, not realizing she had been holding it and places her hand on his cheek in relieved gratitude. He turns his head to kiss her palm.
Deleted Scene from Cake (Onkey, top!Key, body worship/erotic biting) Rating: R Warnings: hurt/discomfort during sex, but I think it resolves nicely.
A/N: I wrote this bit while I was writing Cake, but I ended up cutting it because I couldn’t figure out a way to resolve it 1) in a way that didn’t make Kibum too unsympathetic (Cake was his birthday present after all) and 2) without breaking continuity (my one rule when writing oneshots is every action must have an equal and opposite reaction. my oneshots follow the rules of Physics lol). Anyway, I’ve kept coming back to this and tweaking it and whatnot, so I would like to post it now. I hope you like it. ^-^
Imagine your OTP as kids. The original prompt was “Person A is hiding for hide-and-seek, and Person B wants to hide with them,” but I tweaked it a little.
Pairing: Kid!Onkey (Jinki x Kibum) ~680 words
Author’s Note: Jinki & Kibum are the same age, which is Korean five years old (International four years old).
“—7… 8… 9… 10! Ready or not, here I come!!” Kibum yelled as he opened his eyes, turning around from his spot against the trunk of a large tree. Kibum’s eyes strained to adjust to daylight after having been closed. He scanned the yard for any obvious hiding spots, but Jinki was nowhere to be seen.
No way. He actually hid? Kibum thought to himself.
Their previous attempts at hide-and-seek had not been successful.
Attempt #1
Jinki had not made any attempt to hide at all, just standing in plain view when Kibum had finished counting and turned around.
“Jinki, I can see you!” Kibum complained. “You’re supposed to hide from me.”
Jinki’s bottom lip began to tremble. “B-but I don’t want to hide by myself. I know!” Jinki exclaimed, smiling as if he had come up with the perfect solution to their problem. “—Come hide with me!”
“No, that’s not how the game works!” Kibum said exasperatedly.
“B-but I don’t wanna.” Jinki continued to whine.
“Then we can’t play!” Kibum said. Hide-and-seek had been Kibum’s idea. He had learned to play last week and now was obsessed with the game. Kibum’s single condition for playing with Jinki today was that they played hide-and-seek, which is how they came to be playing now. “If we’re not going to play, then I’ll just go home!” Kibum said threateningly.
“Nnnnooooo!!!” came Jinki’s response.
Attempt #2
Kibum found Jinki in the easiest hiding spot.
“Yay! You found me!” Jinki popped out behind the bush with a big smile. “Yay!”
Kibum just shook his head vigorously, a single “No” leaving his lips.
But this time, Jinki was nowhere to be found. Kibum looked in all the obvious hiding spots and then the not-so-obvious hiding spots, looking over the entire yard. Kibum continued to search for Jinki, the minutes felt like hours.
Eventually, Kibum ran out of places to search. Oh! He had forgotten about the hollow log in the corner of the yard. That must be where Jinki was hiding, Kibum thought excitedly as he ran across the yard. Kibum yelled, “I found you!!!” as he ducked down to look inside the log, but there was no one there. Jinki was in fact not hiding inside the log either.
Kibum was starting to get scared. He had no idea where Jinki was at all! Kibum’s eyes began to water out of frustration. What had happened to his friend? He sat down in the log, folding his legs up as he started to cry in earnest.
Kibum leaned his head back, looking up at the roof of the hollow log where a sizeable hole let daylight come in when he heard a small rustling sound as the walls of the hollow log shifted. Kibum turned towards the sound quickly and was startled to discover Jinki sitting next to him, facing the opposite direction. Jinki started to speak, “I did a good job right—” Jinki was unable to finish his sentence as Kibum launched his body towards him, his arms going to wrap around Jinki.
“Where did you go?!” Kibum wailed as he pulled away.
“I hid like you told me to.” Jinki said matter-of-factly, puzzled by Kibum’s reaction.
Kibum shook his head vigorously. “NO!!! Don’t do that again! I don’t like it.” Kibum said, crying harder than before, but this time out of relief.
“Kibummie, what’s wrong?! Why are you crying?” Jinki asked as he moved to hug Kibum tightly, wrapping his short arms around Kibum snugly.
In between little sobs as Kibum cried on Jinki’s shoulder, he sniffled “H-hide and-d s-seek is a stupid game!”
Jinki nodded, this was the wisest thing Kibum had said all day.
Now when they play hide-and-seek with the other kids at school, the two little boys always hide together, Jinki following Kibum and then just silently slipping in to hide next to him. They’ve developed quite the little reputation of being expert hiders when in truth, they often just forget that they were playing with other kids altogether and just end up playing with each other.
Prompt: Imagine your OTP as kids. Person A gives Person B a ring-pop, and when B takes it, B declares that they’re married now.
Pairing: Onkey (Jinki x Kibum) ~460 words
Author’s Note: Jinki & Kibum are the same age, which is Korean five years old (International four years old).
Kibum and Jinki are in the same pre-K class and after being seated at the same table on the first day, they become fast friends.
One afternoon, Kibum comes over to Jinki’s house for a playdate and Jinki shows him his collection of ring-pops. He has five. He loves ring-pops so much. He thinks they look like diamonds. His parents let him have one occasionally as a special treat.
His mom comes by as they’re playing and says they can each have one. Kibum has never had a ring-pop before, so he doesn’t know which one to pick. Jinki helps him, excitedly choosing his absolute favorite ring-pop, the red one.
As he gives it to Kibum, he says “This one is my favoritest! It taste the best out of all of them and it’s so pretty when you hold it up to the light. It’s for you,” which makes Kibum all blushy and shy.
Jinki chooses the next best flavor for himself and proceeds to put it on. Kibum has trouble opening the ring-pop wrapper and Jinki notices.
“I’ll help you, Kibummie!”
Jinki has difficulty opening the wrapper too, but he doesn’t want to lose cool points with Kibum, so he worries his bottom lip into his mouth as he concentrates and his chubby fingers keep slipping, but he eventually gets it open, letting out a small sigh of relief. Kibum watches as Jinki slips the ring-pop onto his finger before going to throw the wrappers away.
To Kibum’s knowledge, when two people exchange rings, it means they are married. This is what his grandmother told him when he went to his cousin’s wedding last year as he sat in her lap during the ceremony. The wedding was so pretty. The bride wore the most beautiful dress and there were flowers everywhere and a big cake! Kibum loves weddings.
Kibum whisper-mumbles “We’re married now” as he looks at his hand.
Jinki has returned from throwing the wrappers away, but he doesn’t understand what Kibum said, so he says quizzically, “Hmm?”
Kibum looks up from his hand at Jinki and just repeats himself louder with a gleeful laugh, “You gave me a ring, we’re married now!”
Jinki is terribly confused, but Kibum looks so happy that it makes him happy as well. He starts smiling so big, his eyes disappear into little thin crescents until he’s all cheeks and teeth. “O-okay!”
The little boys are so happy and bouncy, they clasp both of their hands together, intertwining their fingers and they start shrieking happily while jumping up and down, singing “We’re married! We’re married! We’re married!” until they get dizzy and fall down in little happy heaps on the floor of Jinki’s room.
SHINee Kinktober 2017
Day 3: Body Worship & Biting
Pairing: Onkey (top!Key)
Word Count: 3500+
Rating: NC-17
Content warnings: erotic biting, excessive use of the term “baby,” inappropriate use of the word “God,” SO much saliva, unnecessarily graphic and explicit & reads like erotica in some parts, but I love those parts, so… they stay in.
I started this for Kibum’s birthday because what do you get for the boy who has everything? The answer is smut… and cake because everybody deserves cake on their birthday ;)
Jinki’s ass is like art. Round and pert. Each mouthwatering fleshy orb enticing him at all times of the day. He has an overwhelming desire to press his finger into it when Jinki walks in front of him up flights of stairs. Being the gentleman he is, he always insists Jinki go first. He feels an itching compulsion to pinch the bottom round curve with his fingers when Jinki stands in front of him as they wait for the SM elevator for both the feel of the girthy taut flesh between his fingers and the yelp from Jinki that will inevitably ensue. The scandalized look Jinki gives him is just an added bonus.
People have told Kibum he also has a great ass and he wholeheartedly agrees, his ass is fantastic, but there is something about Jinki’s that calls to him. He’s addicted. No matter how many times he’s touched it, caressed it, kissed it, he cannot wait to do it again.
Jinki looked back at him quizzically. Kibum continued without looking at him. “Where I’m from, we don’t just believe in reincarnation, we know it for certain.
“When I was young, my parents told me never to promise to love someone forever because your heart will always be longing for them, tortured to love that person for all eternity. I didn’t believe them until I fell in love with someone who was very special to me. I promised to love him forever. He was my first love, my only love. He had a smile that could light even the darkest corner, a mystery that no one could match, a heart more fragile than glass, and he was mine.”
Kibum sat down next to Jinki and looked at him
“That person is you, Jinki. You have lived for 2,000 years and I have loved you for nearly all of them.
(Imagine they are lying in bed, just having some lazy time together)
Jinki is playing a game on his phone and Kibum has one arm draped gracefully above his head, so he can do some reading on his. After being completely silent for 20 minutes or so, Kibum taps Jinki a couple of times to get his attention and starts talking about something he’s just read. Jinki turns his head to listen, but his fingers keep moving because he’s ~this~ close to getting his all-time high score. Jinki realizes after a few seconds that Kibum is really excited about the subject and has more to say, so his fingers move slower before stopping altogether. He lays his phone quickly on his chest without even exiting the game, just letting the time run out, and angles his body towards Kibum. I can get that high score the next time. “So, what else did you learn?”
Summary: Minho accidentally tells Jinki that he has a crush on him while they’re having an argument.
Author’s Note: I had originally wanted to post this for their birthdays, but I was still editing when… and then obviously writing/editing became very low priority. All of OT5 is here and Jjong is so smol and soft and cute, but if you aren’t ready, then this might not be the piece for you.
“You think you’re so smart! That you just have everything all figured out. Oh, Jinki is the best! Jinki is the smartest. Well, if you are so smart, how come you don't know I’ve had a crush on you for the last two years!” The words slip out of Minho’s mouth before he even realizes and the next second, there is only deafening silence.
Jinki just looks at him, his eyes giving nothing away that he’s fully understood what Minho has said. Minho’s body catches up to his mouth, even before his brain has finished processing what he has said and his cheeks go instantly red. His fight-or-flight instincts take over and Minho turns around, bolting down the hallway away from Jinki.
“Oh hey, Minho—” Jonghyun says, slowly coming out of a classroom along the hallway.
“Hey, Jjong. Hi. Can’t talk right now. I have to— I have to... Okay, byeeee!” Minho makes a little pointing motion away with his fingers as he speaks, never stopping his hurried speed-walking. A small man-made breeze hits Jonghyun as Minho passes, startling him.
“Umm, okay. Well, that was weird.”
Jonghyun can barely close the door to the classroom when Jinki appears, walking quickly towards him. “Hey, did you see Minho?”
“Yea, he went that way. He was acting pretty weird—” Jinki takes off into a jog in the direction Jonghyun pointed before Jonghyun can finish his sentence.
“Okay, that’s it!! Do I smell or something? Why doesn’t anyone want to talk to me?”
“Yo, Jjong!” Taemin says, walking down the hallway.
“Hi, Taemin. Are you going to run away from me too?”
“Huh? No… Why would I run away from you?”
“Uuuhhhh… no reason.” Jonghyun decides not to tell him. Better not give Taemin any reasons to run away from him too.
“Hey! Have you guys seen Minho? He’s like sent me six S.O.S. texts and he’s a terrible texter when he’s scared. Something about hiding behind a tree and Jinki I think, but he’s spelled Jinki with like the number two and a semicolon. He also asked me if I know how to stop the space-time continuum? Do either of you know what he’s talking about?”
“Oh.” Jonghyun says, the wheels in his head turning.
Both Taemin and Kibum turn to look at him with expectant looks on their faces.
“So... I came back to my fifth period class because I forgot my sweater, but I didn’t realize I had left it until I was packing up my backpack after school had ended. You know the big, black knit sweater that I got last Christmas. It’s super soft and comfy and I really want to wear it tonight. But I had rush here all the way from across campus because Mr. Park always leaves class right when the bell rings… (Jonghyun continues his story in explicit detail for a good several minutes). Then after Minho rushed by me, Jinki ran by and they were so rude, they didn’t listen to me talk at all—”
Taemin and Kibum know better than to interrupt Jonghyun while he’s in the middle of telling a story. With the patience of saints and the love that only friends can give, they had been listening to him, but something was happening with their two friends, so Kibum makes the decision to interrupt him.
“Jonghyun, I say this with love and kindness, but for the sake of all things good in this world, please… do you know where they are?”
Jonghyun blushes and admits sheepishly “I... don’t”
Taemin and Kibum let out big sighs. “JJONG!!!” They both each grab one of his arms.
“We have to go find Minho. I’m super worried.” Kibum says.
They start hurrying him down the hallway. In the shuffle, Jonghyun’s sweater falls to the ground.
He looks back as he’s led down the hallway. “Noooo, my sweater.” Jonghyun says, his voice forlorn.
Taemin lets out an irritated sound, letting go of Jonghyun’s arm to run back and retrieve it. Jonghyun lets out a squeal of delight when Taemin reunites him with his sweater.
(Meanwhile— Outside)
“Oh. Drat. I. Guess. I. Am. All. Alone. Where. Has. Minho. Gone?” Jinki says loudly next to the tree Minho is hiding behind.
Minho leans his head back on the tree and let out a quiet sigh. Maybe, this means that Jinki will just leave and he could just pretend this never happened. It will be sad to never see Jinki again and he will definitely have to find somewhere new to eat his lunch, but what could he do? He could pretend that he was never even there, but what to do about Jinki’s own recollection. How hard is it to give someone a concussion—?
“—BOO!” Jinki shouts next to Minho and Minho promptly shrieks and trips on a tree root, ending up on the grass.
Jinki is tempted to laugh at the cute dazed expression on Minho’s face, but he thinks better of it when Minho starts to get up, his confusion quickly turning to panic as he tries to run away from Jinki again.
Oh no, you don’t. Jinki tugs Minho’s arms, pulling him down onto the grass. Jinki sits down in front of Minho, but doesn’t look at him. He plucks a clover growing out of the grass, twirling the stem in between his fingers for several long seconds without saying a word.
“You liked me?” Jinki asks gingerly after a minute, his voice soft. He starts with the easiest question first, the past-tense question.
Minho pretends to not hear him at first, looking around distractedly, looking at all his possible exit routes, formulating a plan to put as much distance between him and Jinki, but after weighing all the options, he just sighs. He looks at Jinki and gives a small nod, his eyes wide and starting to get watery.
“H-how long did you like me?”
Minho raises two fingers.
Two years.
“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Jinki’s voice is but a whisper, but Minho has no trouble hearing him.
He starts to open his mouth to speak, but ends up only shaking his head and raising his hands upwards.
I don’t know.
Jinki continues to twirl the clover stem in his hand and they sit in silence. Eventually, Jinki breaks the silence again. His next question is the hardest and the riskiest for them both. “D-do you still like me?”
Minho looks down at Jinki’s hands playing with the clover, refusing to meet his eyes and lets out a small “Yes.”
Jinki holds out the clover to Minho and Minho looks up in surprise, accepting it with a confused look on his face.
“I uhh like you too.”
Minho’s eyes go wide and a high unknown voice that sounds completely foreign to him comes out of him. “You do?”
“Oh, look there’s Minho and Jinki over there!” Taemin says.
The trio starts to walk over to the two figures sitting in the grass at the base of a tree.
“Wait.” Kibum reaches across Jonghyun to grab Taemin’s forearm tightly. He sees the shiny flushed look in Minho’s face and knows the back facing Minho belongs to Jinki. He takes in their body language, Minho’s panicked texts, and he connects the dots. He has listened to Minho describe every cute thing Jinki has ever said or done every single day after school for years now. Every day, it was something new, the way Jinki rested his hand on his chin when he was thinking or absentmindedly brushed his hair behind his ear or that they had accidentally touched somehow.
“Why?” Taemin and Jonghyun ask.
Kibum stops completely, standing still as both Jonghyun and Taemin continue looking at him inquisitively. Kibum continued to examine Minho’s face, looking for a sign that Minho needed a bail-out, but when Minho raises his head looking incredulously at Jinki, his eyes hesitant, but not so dire-looking as before, Kibum exhales.
“Actually, I think we should catch up with them later. I’m kinda hungry now. Do you want to grab something to eat at the corner store?”
“What? You’re hungry now?”
“But what about Minho & Jinki?”
Kibum doesn’t answer them, just firmly steering them off quickly in the opposite direction from Minho & Jinki towards the exit at the front of the school.
The group chat comes through in the early hours with a location and time.
It will be hours before anyone actually has the mindset to check the message.
“Jonghyun, if we are late, so help me. I will castrate you.” Kibum says.
“Kibum, we’re not going to be late.” Jonghyun looks at the clock. “Okay, we might be a little late.”
The shriek from Kibum is so loud and shrill that Jonghyun has to jam his fingers into his ears to stop them from ringing.
Jonghyun and Kibum pick Taemin up from his house before heading to the location specified in the group chat.
They arrive at the location, ending up on the shore of the Han river, but don’t see Jinki and Minho.
“Where are they? Isn’t it the time they said?” Kibum asks, looking around as he gets out of the car.
“Are you sure we are at the right place?” Taemin turns back to ask Jonghyun.
“I entered the coordinates into the GPS exactly. This is the spot.” Jonghyun says confidently, but he checks his phone again anyway.
They take another look around, but still don’t see their friends.
“Who is that up there?” Taemin asks, squinting his eyes, looking into the distance.
“Up where?” Kibum and Jonghyun turn around to look.
“Up there on the bridge.” Taemin points to the two figures standing on the ledge of the bridge.
“No fucking way. Is that Jinki and Minho?” Jonghyun asks.
“What are they doing up there?” Kibum says.
Ten years, they’ve been together.
“Minho, are you sure? There’s no going back after this.” Jinki says, searching Minho’s eyes. It wasn’t too late. They didn’t have to do this. Jinki wouldn’t blame Minho if he wanted to call it off. This plan was too drastic, too sudden, too permanent.
“There is no life for me without you.” Minho says sincerely.
“And I, you.” Jinki replies, nodding his head. Whatever cosmic joke had brought Minho into his life, he would never deserve it. When he had been at his loneliest, Minho had been there for him. When he had doubted, Minho had been strong for the both of them. He would do anything for Minho, even if it meant his life.
“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what happens to us.” Minho says.
Jinki gives him a small smile. “You really are too good for me, you know.”
“I do.” Minho says teasingly. “Love is foolish. Love is blind. Love is eternal.” Minho murmurs absentmindedly while looking over the edge of the bridge.
“May I have this dance?” Jinki extends his hand out to Minho.
Minho clasps Jinki’s hand tightly. “I thought you would never ask.”
Ten years. Ten long years of hiding, of loving, and of separation.
All the nights they had spent apart for fear of appearances, crying on the phone comforting each other. All the lies and half-truths. It would all be over.
They were now going to be together forever.
Jinki pulls Minho in tightly. “You ready?”
“If it’s with you? Always.”
Jinki maneuvers them closer to the edge. His hand still clasping Minho’s. He looks over the ledge.
“I love you.” Jinki says to Minho.
“I love you.” Minho replies.
Jinki leans forward to kiss Minho and stars burst behind his eyelids. They did every time they kissed. Jinki wanted to remember this kiss in particular for the rest of his life.
His hand presses quickly and firmly into Minho’s side, pushing them both off the edge and the next second, there is only the sound of rushing air. Jinki and Minho keep kissing until the g-forces makes it too hard for them to stay together and they pull them apart.
The earth starts to race towards them as they plummet to the earth. The seconds of freefall are the freest of their lives. They were together. They would be together for eternity.
Live life to the fullest.
Minho catches Jinki’s hands as they continue to fall towards the earth. He extends their hands over their heads.
No matter what waits for them, they would meet it together head on and without fear.
It’s disorienting when the ice cold water of the early morning Han river greets them, shocking their systems as their hands slice through the water. The exhilaration they feel is only surpassed by the sharp slam of gravity that stops them from falling further into the water. They feel weightless again as momentum begins to pull Jinki and Minho back up into the air.
“YAH! You crazy bastards! Why couldn’t you have a normal wedding like everyone else!!!”
Kibum doesn’t need a microphone to be heard. His voice carries easily over the water to Jinki and Minho.
Jinki and Minho turn to look at OT3 standing on the shore below them with smiles and let out a jubilant “WOOHOO!!” as the bungee cord continues to pull them upwards towards the bridge. Their cries of happiness are returned by their friends standing on the shore.
“We did it.” Minho says to Jinki, his eyes dancing.
“We did.” Jinki nods with a laugh.
Jinki presses his lips into Minho’s for another kiss and he’s surprised to taste salt this time. He opens his eyes in surprise to look at Minho and his eyes begin to tear immediately. He can see his entire future reflecting back at him in Minho’s eyes. In them, he can see a home, a family, and most importantly, he can see Minho.
The weight of Jinki’s vision is enough to bring him to his knees and the uncried tears of the last ten years escape him. Minho in his ever loving nature, stops crying to comfort him, pulling Jinki into the crook of his neck.
Later, on the ground, there will be cheering and obnoxious champagne toasts. They will dance well into the night at their reception, celebrating with their friends and loved ones. Kibum will scold them severely for getting their suits wet and they will be embarrassingly embraced and congratulated by the people whose opinions and love actually matter to them. But that would be later. Right now, there was just the two of them and that was more than enough.
*Being adrenaline junkies, I think Minho & Jinki would enjoy a bungee jump wedding.
To know where you are going, you must know where you’re coming from. Let’s rewind, shall we?
They are there all the time, watching and waiting. The flash of movement you catch in the corner of your eye as you turn your head. The thought that you try to disregard, chalking it up to your brain’s inability to process visual stimuli fast enough. Because as your heart leaps into your chest and your whole body clenches, you gather up the courage to look, turning your head behind you, you find nothing there. You breathe a sigh of relief, shaking your head for your foolishness and continue on your way.
But little do you know that the ominous feeling in the pit of your stomach is not just your imagination or a trick of the brain. No, you have every reason to be afraid because... they are real and they are watching.
In fact... they are watching you now.
Jinki was walking home on a overcast day when he felt a sudden cold chill run down his spine. It felt like... someone was watching him, following him even. He could feel an invasive presence as he continued to walk down the street, as he bent down to tie his shoelaces that had come undone yet again, as he waited for the stoplight to change at the intersection.
He tried to ignore the feeling for as long as he could. It must be a coincidence he thought, the other person just needed to go the same way as he did, that was all. There must be a logical explanation, he reasoned. But when he felt the presence follow him even when he took a little known shortcut that only he was aware of, his stomach dropped and the eerie niggling fear in the back of his mind that he was being followed only grew and grew.
This is getting weird. I know. I’ll just turn around and confront them. They probably didn’t even realize they were following me and this would have all been a misunderstanding. I’m sure of it. Jinki took a few deep breaths, calming himself. He began slowly counting in his head. Okay, on the count of three. 1-2-3— Jinki whirled around to confront the person, but there was no one... nothing even. The street was completely empty. He thought he saw a flash of movement in the corner of his eye and his heart began to race.
Jinki spun around quickly, but again, there was nothing.
There’s... no one there. Jinki laughed to himself sheepishly. Well, that was embarrassing. At least, the good news is no one saw it. He turned back around and began whistling, a habit of his when he was anxious, and pulled his hood up over his head. He decided this had all been a sign from the Universe that he should pick up the pace and not dilly-dally on his way home any longer.
He continued home, getting one street closer to his destination when he felt a flutter between his legs and then a sharp tug on the bottom of his pant leg causing him to trip. He landed ungracefully in a disorderly pile on the sidewalk. After the shock of the initial impact, he looked down, but he couldn’t see what his pant leg had gotten caught on.
Chiding himself for forever being a klutz, Jinki sat himself up slowly and began dusting himself off. As he started to get up, he heard a loud screech just next to his head, the sound echoing in his ears. Jinki’s heart rate skyrocketed, blood pounding in his eardrums.
“What the—” Jinki barely managed to say, his breathing labored and irregular. He pulled off his hood and looked around.
And yet again, there was nothing.
I need to get away from here. Something… Something deep inside Jinki told him he needed to leave at once. He had to get out of the street. Pulling up his hood once again, Jinki hurried the rest of the way home, without stopping, never once turning around to look behind him again.
Jinki rounded the final corner of his journey and his house came into view. The anxiety he had felt prior began to dissipate immediately. He was safe now. He was home. He sighed loudly, removing his hood from his head and letting the tension in his legs he hadn’t even realized he was holding go, slowing his steps to a stroll. The sky was crisp and blue here, a stark contrast to before.
As he approached his house, he saw his brother, Changmin and their mother standing outside on the sidewalk just outside of their apartment building. They both looked upwards, watching as repairmen hauled something large on a pulley to the fifth floor, where their apartment was.
He walked over to them. “Umma. Hyung.” Jinki said, greeting them.
“Oh, Jinki, you’re back.”
“Yea, what’s up, bro? What took you so long?”
“Nothing. I just got a little delayed.” Jinki replied. “What’s going on?” He pointed to the pulley.
“They’re bringing up the new washer and dryer.”
Jinki nodded. He forgot the delivery was scheduled for today.
Jinki stood next to Changmin and their mother, watching the washing machine slowly being hauled up the air*. The pulley strained with the weight of the washing machine.
EEEEeeee EEEEEeeeee EEEEeeeee
A flash of movement caught Jinki’s eye and drew his gaze to the knot in the rope. He stared intensely at the rope at the bat that had just landed, but... it wasn’t a bat.
“What is that?”
“What is what, Jinki?” Their mother asked.
A tiny creature with bat-like wings, green leathery skin, and yellow snake eyes was hanging onto the rope, no bigger than one foot in height. The creature raised its long black pointed nails to the rope and looked at Jinki as it began sawing at the rope. The rope began to fray.
“It’s cutting the rope!” Jinki pointed upwards.
“What are you talking about?” Jinki’s mother and brother looked up at the pulley. “What’s cutting the rope? There’s nothing there.”
Jinki shook his head to clear his eyes and looked back up.
This time the creature smiled at him, revealing rows and rows of sharp teeth in its mouth. Saliva dripped down its mouth as it smiled at him before it continued sawing. If you could call the look on the creature’s face a smile, that is. One small strand of the thick coiled rope snapped, the ends pulling apart, instantly fraying at the edges.
The creature was taunting him.
“That thing! That ugly creature! Can’t you see it? It’s right there.” The creature stopped sawing to look at him again and then proceeded to flick him off.
Wow, HOW RUDE! Jinki thought.
“Jinki, are you okay, sweetie?”
“What?! Can’t you see it, Umma?!”
“Baby, why don’t we go inside? I’ll get you something to drink. Changmin, can you stay outside and make sure they don’t damage the side of the building? I’ll never hear the end of it from the neighbors if they do.” Jinki’s mother put her arm around him, leading him towards the front steps of the apartment building.
“Sure, Umma.” Changmin replied.
“No, please! It’s right there.” Jinki dodged his mother’s hand, spinning around to look back at the pulley. “Please, please believe me!”
Changmin walked underneath the air conditioner.
“Jinki, there really isn’t anything. You’re starting to worry me.”
Jinki watched as the creature cut the final strand of the rope with a loud snap. The air conditioner teetered violently as the rig became unstable.
“HYUNG, MOVE!!!”
Changmin looked up just in time to move out of the way.
CRASH! The washer crashed suddenly to the ground, shattering the flower pots below easily as it fell.
“AHHH!! What the heck!!” Changmin looked at the now-broken washer smashed on the sidewalk that had landed just feet away from him in complete and utter shock.
Jinki quickly looked back up at the pulley, but the creature was gone.
The repairman was on the ground immediately, apologizing for the accident. Changmin was shocked, but he was kind enough to accept the repairman’s apology. Everyone chalked it up to a freak accident. The washer was re-ordered and re-scheduled for the next day.
Jinki, Changmin, and their mother went upstairs afterwards to decompress.
“I can not believe that repairman. How could he not have noticed that the rig wasn’t set up correctly?”
“Umma, it was a freak accident. Maybe the rope was old?” Changmin said.
Jinki was shaken. How could they not have seen the creature? The image of the creature laughing at him was ingrained in his mind, burning a hole.
“Well, at least, they’re paying for both units and they gave us a credit for an appliance in the future. Changmin, are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?”
“Yes, Umma.”
Their mother and Changmin continued to talk, while Jinki looked out the window where the creature had been, staring intensely as if any second the creature would re-appear.
“Jinki, what happened downstairs?” Changmin came up behind him and asked. “What did you see?”
“There was a thing, Changmin. I—” Jinki’s voice fell when he saw the look on Changmin’s face. “I-It was nothing, hyung. I must be tired.”
Changmin nodded as this made much more sense to him than Jinki possibly seeing something that caused the accident. “Go to bed earlier, Jinki. You stay up too late playing games.”
“Boys, dinner is ready. Your father said he would be a little late and not the wait for him.”
Jinki and Changmin set the table and helped their mother bring the food to the table. Jinki was quiet as Changmin and their mother spoke about all the activity that happened today, flashbacks of the creature’s smile and pointy black nails kept appearing in his mind.
The sound of the door opening brought all of their attention to the hallway. A moment later, an older man appeared, Jinki & Changmin’s father.
“You cannot believe the day I had.” Their father began, taking his jacket off and loosening the buttons of his shirt, so he could roll up his sleeves.
“Your day?! What about our day?” Changmin started relaying the freak accident to their father. Their mother pitched in to fill any holes in Changmin’s story. Jinki stared in silence at his plate as they spoke.
“You’ve been quiet, Jinki. Was it very scary?”
Jinki looked up to find his entire family looking expectantly at him.
“It was so scary, Appa. There—” he started and then saw the concerned look on Changmin and his mother’s face. Time and sound slowed down.
No one will believe me.
“There must’ve been something wrong with the rope. That’s why it fell.” Jinki continued, his voice hollow.
The sound in the room started up again, whirling to the present.
“Exactly! That’s what I said.” Changmin said.
“I’m going to have a word with their supervisor. Changmin must have had a terrible fright. They can’t operate their business so haphazardly like that.”
The rest of dinner was uneventful. Their father discussed his stressful day at the furniture store, various difficult clients and a couch that arrived from the factory in the wrong color.
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The creature pressed its nail into his chest, just above his heart, poking a hole in his nightshirt.
“Please, please. What do you want?” Jinki said gently, his voice barely a whisper.
*This type of move is not actually Korean, it’s from the Netherlands. Large furniture pieces can be delivered through big windows in Korea, but everything is so technologically advanced in Korea that they actually use ladders with platforms for those kinds of moves and not pulleys. But, I chose to leave it in because it’s a nod to 150321 SMTown when Changmin pushed Kyungsoo and Taemin out of harm’s way as a large stage prop started descending rapidly right on top of them while they were on stage performing.
Rating: PG-13 (There will be some scary parts in the future chapters, but I’ll give you a little warning beforehand.)
Word Count: 1050 words
I’m not going to tell you what kind of AU this is yet because the reveal is an important part of the story. It’s so worth it, just trust me.
The Stranger
He felt long slender fingers grasp underneath his jaw, tilting his head up to the taller man’s gaze.
“Do you want to live?” Jinki could see the other man’s lips moving, but the ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing the other man clearly. “I said, do you want to live?” the stranger repeated.
Jinki read the man’s bow-shaped lips as the other forcefully said the words. Jinki looked back to the burning building collapsing behind them, felt the flames licking at the edges of his vision, and turned back to the feline-eyed man, “Yes.”
The other man nodded briskly. “Then come with me,” phrased as a suggestion when his fingers gripping tightly into Jinki’s upper arms said anything but.
Jinki felt the cold air brush past him, his legs heavy, but moving of their own accord with the stranger’s “help,” until they approached a motorcycle parked around the next corner that Jinki hadn’t noticed before. The stranger picked Jinki up and sat him on the back, the other’s long finger grazing his cheek for the fraction too long as he helped Jinki put on his helmet, his gaze a tad too intense given the situation. The stranger quickly shook his head as if he was the one with the one with the ringing ears and turned away from Jinki to face forward, but not before grabbing Jinki’s arms to wrap around his own waist.
Jinki was grateful for the strong back he was now pressed against, his helmeted head resting on the other man’s shoulder. A sob snuck up on him and then another, soon uncontrollable sobs were wracking out of his small frame. It was all too much, it had been all too much.
The motorcycle slowed down, the engine sputtering to a stop, as they approached their destination, wherever that was Jinki thought. A little while ago, Jinki had stopped sobbing and he finally raised his head to look up at the buildings and roads they roared past. They had moved from downtown and Jinki didn’t recognize the empty dirt road they were now on. He could see old buildings in the distance with boarded up windows, but he hadn’t seen another person he realized since they left the city. He didn’t know how much time had passed. Minutes, hours? He had been crying a long time, okay? And… he may have fallen asleep on the stranger’s comfortable back.
The stranger extended his leg to put down the kickstand and pointed to his shoulder. Jinki was confused for a moment. He looked at the stranger’s shoulder intensely and then realized that the stranger wanted him to hold onto his shoulder to dismount the bike. Jinki dismounted the bike rather awkwardly, pitching forward a bit, but the stranger’s solid frame didn’t budge. The stranger swung his long leg, much more gracefully than Jinki had, to dismount as well and took a step towards him, his hands moved towards Jinki.
Jinki took an instinctive step backwards, then felt extremely foolish as the stranger’s hands moved quickly before he could move away to unbuckle the chin strap to his helmet. Jinki held his breath as the stranger’s hand touched underneath his chin. Jinki nodded his thanks when the stranger removed his helmet for him and looked away awkwardly.
The stranger removed his own helmet next and Jinki could study his face now. Tousled dark hair framed the stranger’s face and piercing intelligent eyes looked back at him. The stranger had high cheekbones, a gracefully sloped nose, and a full mouth shaped like a bow. A scar in his right eyebrow marred his otherwise perfect features, but only enhanced his attractiveness. Jinki wondered if the scar was real or intentional since it was situated perfectly in the center of the eyebrow, like a cut-out, and the remaining hair framed the scar like a border. The scar added an element of danger and arrogance to the man’s face. Jinki thought that the stranger was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
Jinki was brought back to the present when the stranger opened his mouth to speak.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to stare, Jinki?”
Jinki’s cheeks went red and his lips formed an automatic apologetic smile.
Wait—
“How do you know my name?” Jinki said slowly.
“I-I… will explain everything when we’re inside.” the stranger looked away quickly.
“And I’m supposed to just trust you?” Jinki squinted his eyes suspiciously at the stranger.
“Well, can you feel how hot it is now? In a couple hours the heat in this valley will be hotter than hell and you may not have noticed but we are miles and miles away from anyone else.”
Jinki looked around hesitantly, confirming the rise in temperature even in the short time they had been standing still and looked into distance, verifying their remote location.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
He decided to trust whatever he had seen in the stranger’s face when he had gotten on the back of the stranger’s motorcycle. The stranger was a bit touchy, but he hadn’t done anything untrustworthy yet.
They move towards a nondescript building, an old factory perhaps, gray walls with high windows.
They should really hire an interior designer.
Kibum didn’t know how he would tell Jinki. How did someone start a conversation like that? His heart had leapt out of chest when he saw the scared look on Jinki’s face when the building exploded behind him. For Kibum, time had stopped as he watched all his hopes and dreams disappear behinds a fiery debris cloud. There was no way to know if those hopes and dreams had vanished in an instant, snuffed out like a flame or if by the gods’ mercy, Jinki was okay. He couldn’t remember running to Jinki, his legs bringing him to Jinki without a thought. The relief he felt when he realized that Jinki was okay, rattled and worse for wear, but ultimately okay, had been hard to hide on his face. He wanted to pull Jinki into his arms and hold him, tell him that everything was going to be okay, but he couldn’t.
Not yet.
Because to Jinki, Kibum was just a stranger.
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They are there all the time, watching and waiting. The flash of movement you catch in the corner of your eye as you turn your head. The thought that you try to disregard, chalking it up to your brain’s inability to process visual stimuli fast enough. Because as your heart leaps into your chest and your whole body clenches, you gather up the courage to look, turning your head behind you, you find nothing there. You breathe a sigh of relief, shaking your head for your foolishness and continue on your way.
But little do you know that the ominous feeling in the pit of your stomach is not just your imagination or a trick of the brain. No, you have every reason to be afraid because… they are real and they are watching.
blue night radio ♡ 150819
listener’s story: i’m not sure when but, at some point, my mom and dad had begun to fight almost every day and my donsaeng and i would hold each other in our rooms and cry. a few months passed like this and, eventually, my mom and dad got divorced. my donsaeng and i chose to live with our mom. my dad came to see me many times after the divorce but i kept avoiding him. i couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked when he’d been fighting with my mom. it was so different from the dad i had known before so i was scared. then, one day, on a day of thick, pouring rain, my dad waited for me in front of school and forced me to get into his car. i was alarmed, and scared, so i kept my mouth pressed in a thin line. to me, in this state, my dad said: “i just wanted to talk to our daughter.” (s/n: saying “our” in front of a name is a term of endearment.)
i hadn’t seen my dad again since then then, one day, after some time had passed, my mom started seeing my dad again. there were days where my mom would return with a necklace my dad had bought for her and days where they would go to the arboretum together. it seemed like my mom had become a little happier but i didn’t like the fact that my mom and dad had started seeing each other again. to be honest, my dad still made me uncomfortable and i didn’t want to see him. but, just a few days ago, when i woke up after my heart surgery, both my mom and dad were in the hospital room. it had been three years and ten months since i’d last seen my dad. i was so shocked but i just kept lying there, pretending to be asleep. my dad stroked my face and asked if i was really sleeping. just like three years before i kept my mouth pressed tightly closed and didn’t say a word. eventually, when i wouldn’t get up, my dad left with my mom and it was only then that i got up and started sobbing uncontrollably. i’m not sure if those tears represented my rempose toward my dad, or resentment toward my own self. i still don’t have the confidence to face my dad with a smile. i wonder when i’ll be able to face him without difficulty. will that sort of day come at all?
my status message of the day: someday, everything will be okay. even the bad memories.
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jonghyun: today, we introduced “하루의 끝 (the end of a day)” with cho ㅇㅇ nim’s story, and the song you heard afterward was bily acoustie’s “someday”.
it was kang ㅇㅇ nim’s request. lee ㅇㅇ-nim says, “i just suddenly wanted to listen so badly so i came to listen to the radio, and [the listener is] in the same situation as me. so, i’m really resentful toward my dad and i think i’ll keep resenting him today, and from now on. that’s the saddest part.”
mm…, i know, right, mm… really… 0923-nim says, “this is my first time crying from hearing a listener story. it’s been seven years since my dad stopped living with me and two since i last contracted him. but, a few days ago, i contracted him because he has an illness and i didn’t want to wait until it was too late and i felt remorseful when i saw how happy it made him. i felt the same way as the person who sent in the story. please, have strength.”
that’s right. mm…, i don’t know. what, what kind of…, what should i say…, if i want to be able to tell you something [as advice], mm… with the situation i’m in, i should, like…, i feel like i can only give advice as someone if i don’t also do the same thing but, for me, right now, to tell you specifically that “you should do this, i think it would be good if you act like this, like this,” i think i’m still…, i also haven’t, well, particularly found a great…, well, path either, so. just, i think you should organize the emotions you’ve felt right now, pile them up nice and neatly, and mm…, i think following that path will make you and your family members happy…, would be best. i’m sorry because i don’t think i’ll be much help to you, but i can still listen to you and share [feeings] with you, so i hope that in itself will give you some strength. (source: sullaem / original audio post uploaded here)
I can’t figure out a title for this, I’m thinking either “Snuggle Wuggle,” “Jinki -> Korean Translator,” or “That’s either the sweetest or creepiest thing I’ve ever heard.” This is another of Kibum’s birthday presents, but it didn’t get finished in time.
Pairing: Onkey
Rating: PG (It’s fluffy, just some cuddles and some silliness)
Word Count: 975-ish
Kibum wakes up and there’s something tickling the side of his face. It’s a hand. He breathes gently and the shift in movement causes the hand to tickle his face some more, he wrinkles his nose. He wills his left hand to move, but it’s underneath his head, caught underneath his pillow. It must be his other hand then, Kibum reasons. He tries to move his right hand, but the fingers on his face still don’t move.
Wait, on second thought, I can’t feel my right hand at all. Is it asleep? Where is it even?
He moves his right fingers experimentally, feeling pinpricks shoot up and down his arm, and realizes it’s nowhere near his face and is in fact, squished under something cottony soft that moves slightly every few seconds.
What is this? It’s so soft.
He tugs his hand harder from underneath the soft heavy weight. An irritated groan sounds just next to his head.
What the—?!
Kibum rips off his eye mask with his left hand, scrambling it out from underneath his pillow in alarm.
“Holy crap, you scared me!” Kibum’s panic dissolves, but the sudden release of adrenaline makes his heart race. “When did you get here?”
Jinki lips curve into a smile next to Kibum’s forehead, he lies completely still, unrattled given all commotion next to him. Jinki is laying on top of Kibum’s now dead arm, his arms folding in on themselves awkwardly as he curls up against Kibum’s side, his left fingers touching Kibum’s face.
“You were asleep when I got here, so I just snuggled up with you.” Jinki murmurs.
“That’s either the sweetest or the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m not sure which.”
Jinki flashes him a mega-watt smile, Kibum flushes.
“Ahhhh! Stop attacking me. I can’t take it. I surrender.” Kibum mock yells, squinting his eyes dramatically. A few seconds go by. “Hey! Are you going to open your eyes any time soon?”
“I’m sleeping.”
“No, you’re not. You’re talking... to me.” Kibum points out.
“I’m sleep-talking.”
Kibum rolls his eyes.
“Fine, at least get off my arm. It feels like a thousand needles are stabbing it.” Adrenaline courses through Kibum’s body, pushing blood through Kibum’s asleep arm, intensifying the prickling sensation.
Jinki sighs loudly to let Kibum know that he thought Kibum was being extremely demanding, but rolls away enough to release his arm.
A second later, Jinki rolls back like a spring, grabbing Kibum’s arm tightly.
Kibum laughs. “Let go. I’ll go make us some food… and coffee.” He adds when he gets no reply.
Jinki shakes his head.
“No, it’s my arm.”
“Really?” Kibum asks, raising his eyebrow. “‘’Cause I’m pretty sure it belongs to me.”
“No, you are wrong.” Jinki shakes his head more vigorously. “Please excuse me. I would like to cuddle with ‘my arm’ now.”
Kibum ruffles the front of Jinki’s hair with his free hand.
“You’re so cute, you know.”
Jinki nods. “I do, I do know.” He directs a stream of air upwards from his lips to blow the pieces of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes.
Kibum relents. “We can cuddle a little bit, but then we must get started on our day.”
Jinki finally opens his eyes, his eyes twinkling in the sunlight.
“Great!” Jinki glee is apparent from his “victory.” Kibum considers opening his mouth to complain, but he stops and just sighs. Jinki continues to hold Kibum’s arm, resting his head in the crook of Kibum’s shoulder.
Exactly one minute passes.
Jinki is so happy cuddling with “his” arm, he murmurs contentedly about its qualities, but Kibum… Kibum is bored to tears.
“Okay, that’s enough of that!” Kibum moves fast, ripping his arm quickly from Jinki.
“NOoooo!” Jinki clambers for Kibum’s arm again, but Kibum holds his arm across his body in a diagonal as far away as he can. It’s immature, but his opponent is relentless.
Jinki quickly moves on top of Kibum, darting underneath his arm before draping his limbs over Kibum’s body like a sunbathing cat. He rests his head on Kibum’s chest and relaxes his body, becoming a dead weight.
“Snurrflll lurrggglee.” Jinki murmurs into Kibum’s chest.
Is that a human language?
Kibum raises his eyebrows. “Come again?”
Jinki raises his head slightly, smiling into Kibum’s chest, but does not reply.
Kibum reaches forward, holding the sides of Jinki’s face, tugging it upwards and looks at him expectantly.
Jinki looks at him, his eyes squinting as he smiles. “Snuggle wuggle.” he murmurs.
“Still not any clearer, hon.” Kibum furrows his eyebrows.
Where was his Jinki to Korean translator when he needed it? Right… he’s his Jinki to Korean translator.
“Snuggle… wuggle?” Kibum repeats slowly.
“Yes, snuggle wuggle. It's a new term I just came up with. First, I snuggle you and then I wuggle you.” Jinki smiles with a soft laugh, shaking his head gently.
“And, what does ‘wuggling’ exactly entail, may I ask?”
Jinki looks upwards, his left eye closing as he thinks. “Uuuhhhh, I haven’t figured that part out yet.” He admits.
“Ahhh, it’s as I suspected.” Kibum says in mock seriousness.
“Hey!” Jinki moves to smack Kibum.
Kibum catches Jinki’s arm and reaches down along the other side of his body to grab his other hand. He interlocks their fingers, pulling them both upwards next to his head.
He tugs Jinki towards him with a sly smile.
Kibums leans his head forward to place a soft kiss on Jinki’s mouth. “Good Morning.”
“Good Morning.” Jinki returns.
Jinki is too distracted to notice Kibum wrapping his arms around him, pinning his own arms behind his back. His eyes go wide when he realizes his disadvantage.
Kibum smirks, rolling them over, so he lays on top.
“Maybe I will ‘wuggle’ you myself” He says, moving his eyebrows up and down for effect before pulling Jinki closer for another kiss.
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