Pretty Boy

History || Taemin x Jongin

Jongins eyes roll to look up at Taemins and although the bright bathroom light pierces straight through his headache, his lips purse up at him in a full smile. “Nini.” He mimics, and he either hiccups as the alcohol comes back up, or laughs, but either way it doesn’t take him long until he’s settling back down with his head against his leg. He could stay here, he thinks, even if it is uncomfortable. He shifts until his face is buried in the front of his shirt, breathing prohibited by the fabric but it’s Taemin, Taemins here, Taemin wants him enough to allow him onto his lap, and somehow right now it doesn’t matter to him that Taemin wanted other people too sometimes.

He stops nuzzling against the side of his stomach when his thought pattern changes, and like a child he grows fed up of one thing and moves onto wherever his drunk mind takes him. Jongin has never been a great singer, add alcohol on top of that and you had a bumbling, out of tune boy singing to himself whilst trying to sit himself up from his lap and grab a hold of something to get to his feet.

"I haven’t been taking my tablets Taemin." He tells him, amusement hitching in his voice as he smooths a hand over his mouth like a child whos amused at doing something wrong. Taemin knew the consequences of Jongin not taking them better than anyone, but right now the alcohol seemed to override any mood swings he’d usually be feeling. Or so you’d think. He slips his hands inside of his shirt and tries to pull it up and over his head, but his elbow gets trapped as he stretches, left with his stomach exposed and soft, fearful cries coming from inside because he’s so drunk he needs to sleep, but he can’t carry out the most simple of tasks and it leaves him drained and stumbling blindly into the bed until his bare foot collides with the edge of it and he lets out an even louder cry.

Taemin merely watches as Jongin struggles to stay still, unsure of whether the other boy was going to remain rested in his lap, or if he was going to get up and move again. He’s suspicions are confirmed when Jongin rolls off of him to straighten himself back up, albeit unsteadily. He’s curious as to what his drunken thought pattern is going to have him doing next, eyes glued on him just in case he decided that doing something stupid was the next best thing than staying settled where he was.

“Why haven’t you been taking them?” He questions, an eyebrow raises, though he’s pretty sure he has a good idea as to why he hasn’t been taking them lately. His eyes never leave him, because he’s worried that Jongin’s going to stumble backwards and fall or something, but no, neither of those things happened. Instead, he watches as Jongin gets himself stuck in his shirt, unsure of whether he should laugh at the pathetic cry that leaves him, or if he should get up and actually help him. However, as soon as Jongin stumbles out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, his mind is made up, and he moves, following the other boy out.

“Jongin- Jongin, wait.” He reaches out for him, helping to take his shirt off. It’s the most innocent of gestures, he thinks, folding the other’s shirt and placing it nicely on the desk against the wall. “Alright, come on… I think it’s about time you went to bed.” He says, helping him onto the bed and under the sheets. There’s a part of him that’s wondering why he bothered with going out tonight, because now instead of sleeping in his own bed, his drunk exboyfriend would be sleeping there, tucked in nicely under his blankets while he tries to sleep in the other bed that hasn’t been occupied in months. Sometimes he wonders if he even has a roommate anymore, because Sehun’s never around, but he thinks that may be a good thing.

He tucks Jongin in in his bed and wishes him a goodnight before changing into a pair of pyjamas. Once ready, he shuts the lights and crawls into the other bed, a heavy sigh leaving him. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight, he knows this, eyes open wide as he stared at the ceiling.

#look at your hair #gndjongin #!visual

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Kink/Sexual Acts -- What is my muse OKAY with?

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#might as well #nsfw

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taemin realizing he ripped his pants (once again)

#AHAHAHAHAHAHA #I CAN'T BREATHE HE'S SO DUMB #!visual

History || Taemin x Jongin

Taemin tells him that he’s alright, and he allows himself to believe him. He doesn’t feel alright, his stomach is churning and his head is pounding, but he’s still giddy, for reasons he doesn’t understand, and the panic he’d usually feel if he was this nauseous usually is absent, and he carried on grinning up at him as he staggers into the room, weight resting against his shorter frame.

He looks about as rough as he feels, and this isn’t even a hang over yet. Jongins body just doesn’t tolerate alcohol well, and it probably never will. He’s not a heavy drinker, he’s not a drinker at all, so whenever he does drink, he goes over board, and this is the result. His eyes drift in his direction, and he thinks that he needs to lie down, but he’s in the bathroom, and this place is so strikingly familar that he finally realises that they’re not on some kind of adventure anymore. “Don’t believe you.” He tells him stubbornly, head swaying as he turns away from the toilet, suppressing the need to be sick, and slides down the floor until his bare feet hit the edge of the bath and he’s leaning precariously in his direction.

The alcohol sends him through a turmoil of different emotions, and the longer it is from taking his last sip, the more his rationality comes back, the less excited he is about being back in the university, and the more he just wants to sleep. He flops in his direction, head narrowly missing the side of the toilet and landing against the soft part of his thigh above his knee. “Happy new year Tae.” He sighs, rubbing his cheek against the rough surface of his jeans as he tries to get comfortable.

He wasn’t expecting Jongin to believe him, why should he. He hasn’t shown him that he’s trust worthy enough anymore, in fact, he hasn’t spoken to him much at all, save for the pathetic argument in class. His stomach is twisting, and though he wasn’t the one who had been drinking, he feels about ready to throw up. The more time that they spend in his room together, the quicker reality sets back in, guilt plaguing his thoughts.

“Happy new year, Nini.” He whispers, and there's a small laugh that follows the stupid nickname, fingers running through the messy brown locks again. He’s always loved playing with Jongin’s hair, so much that he can feel just how different it is now. He’s silent after that, unsure of what to say to him, what to do. It hurts, having him this close, and yet being unable to actually do anything. And so, he keeps to brushing his fingers through his hair, fingers brushing against the apple of his cheek now and then.

His knees are beginning to get sore from the way he’s been sitting the entire time, but he doesn’t want to move, because moving meant stirring Jongin, and he couldn’t do that. The other boy looked comfortable where he was, he didn’t want to ruin that. Instead, he remains seated where he is, thoughts racing as he tries to think of something to say to him, something that’ll draw more of a response from him, but he’s drawing blanks.

“I-” He opens his mouth to speak, but the words just won’t come out, his voice caught in his throat. There’s so many things that have been left unsaid, so many questions unanswered. He sighs, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his temple, before straightening himself out again, his eyes never leaving him.

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Dance, Dance // Taemin & Hoya

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Hoya got a fell for the beats of the music and waited for Taemin’s nod to start dancing. It was a little difficult but always fun to mirror dance. It was something that showed you what you needed to work on while dancing. If you looked at your footing too often or your shoulders aren’t square.

A turn too fast caused Howon’s ankle to pop again, painfully this time making him wince and drop to the floor. He rolled up his pant leg to check his ankle but it seemed okay. But he still stayed on the floor rubbing the joint. He was a little out of practice with dancing. Some of his part time jobs became priority and his other classes homework started to weigh him down. Enough was enough and he had to get back into dancing to clear his mind.

It was all kind of the reason the professor asked him to be tutored. Because he knew Howon was’t going to open up to him but maybe another student.

Taemin has always been quick on his feet, which was why as soon as he caught sight of Howon tumbling out of the corner of his eye, he was by his side, their dance forgotten. The music was still playing in the background, though it wasn’t a problem, nor was it a distraction right now.

“Are you alright?” He questions, quickly taking note that it was the other’s ankle that seemed to be the problem, mentally calling it a day. They could continue their practice on another day, one when Howon’s ankle wasn’t sore, a day when both boys were focused and ready.

He leaves his side momentarily to shut off the music, retrieving his phone. He then makes his way back over to the other student, a small smile on his face. “How about we call it a day?” He suggests, offering his hand. “We’ll get lunch or something?”

#gndhoya #p:dance dance

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#gndjonghyun #!visual

History || Taemin x Jongin

Jongin is not sober yet, in fact he’s far from it. The look of enlightenment when he stares at the drab university buildings is ridiculous, but the alcohol makes him excited about a false adventure that he has ahead of him. “Wow.” He comments as he lumbers after him, long legs scuffing against the carpet occasionally as he lost his footing. He finds him staring at him, and he gives him an innocent, feature dominating smile that’s 100% teeth and suppressed laughter. He doesn’t know whats even funny anymore because Taemin isn’t laughing, and he feels a little sick, but he still follows after the brunette, like a little lost intoxicated puppy drunk off both cheap soju and the attention he’s been craving all this time.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s such a light weight, because this way it last longer, a fleeting moment with his ex where he can pretend to be stupid, and needy, and all the responsibility can be passed off on the alcohol. Taemin pauses outside his room, perhaps for too long as he fumbles inside of his pockets and Jongin shifts his weight, loses the ability to hold himselsf up and slumps until his shoulder collides with his chest and he’s pressing him into the wall, mumbling something that sounds like an apology but he makes no move to get up, just sways slightly until he’s more firmly pressed against his chest and sighs.

He stays like that, drunk and disorientated, large lips open and pressed against the side of his neck as he slumps his head against his shoulder and hums. “Taetae.” His voice hitches into a whine, the drawn out name of the other boy became two joined together, and he made no move to correct it. It would’ve been cute, in a way, if he wasn’t drooling against his neck and squishing his smaller frame into the wall. “I feel kind of sick-” He admits, and he doesn’t sound too worried, but Taemin definitely should be. He’s dealt with him when he’s been ill before, and it’s not something he should have to deal with again, especially now that they’re not together.

Taemin finds his keys after a long moment of searching, only to have Jongin’s weight leaned against him, his footing lost as he stumbles back against the door. Perhaps Jongin being a light weight was a good thing, it gave Taemin the chance to spend time with him again, time that he’s been longing for. It’s not the best of times, he knows this, but any spare time that he’s given with the other boy was better than nothing in his eyes.

There’s a small noise that leaves him when he collides with the door behind him before he’s sighing. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, his arms awkwardly stiff as they hung by his side. And he stays like that for what felt like the longest minute of his life before he’s bringing his arms up and winding them around Jongin’s shoulders, fingers lacing through his hair. It’s sad, because on any other day he never would have been able to get this close to him again, and it’s moments like these where he wishes the night wouldn’t end.

However, as soon as Jongin mentions something about feeling sick, Taemin shifts, helping to straighten the other boy back on his feet before finally unlocking the door to his room. He walks Jongin in, holding onto him still in case he falls over again, leading him towards the bathroom. “You’re alright, Jongin.” He tells him reassuringly, carefully setting the other boy down next to his toilet. He's never minded taking care of him, and still doesn't, despite them not being together anymore. He doesn’t know whether he’s actually going to be sick or not, but it was better to be prepared than to take the risk, he thinks.

He sits next to him, settled on his knees in case he needs to move any time soon. “I’m sorry.” He’s said this so many times already that the words have lost their meaning, and yet he can’t seem to stop saying it. “You’re perfect, in every way, Jongin.” He knows that he’s lost his trust, leaving him to hope that he hasn’t lost him completely. Friends, they could try to be friends, right?

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[Text: Taemin] No it does not! We;; it does but currently it doesn’t. [Text] Nvm, I have a few cans of coke and pop. [Text]Stole a few bottles of apple juice and cranberry from the lounge >u> [Text] Open the door before security comes checking or smth!!!

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[text: shinhye] Oh look at you, such a rebel ;) [text] Alright, alright, I'm coming.

Taemin grins, slithering himself off of the bed and hurrying for his door. He pulls it open to find the halls still empty, and wonders if he should go over and help Shinhye with her door, but that thought is quickly left behind at the thought of watching her scurry over his room hits him.

Leaning against the door, he pulls his phone out and stares down the hall, waiting to see if he can spot her.

[text] The door's open and I'm still waiting for those American snacks!

#gndpsh #convo6

Mausoleum || Shinhye & Taemin

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Drip. Drip. Creak.

An eep followed by a thud and a groan.

"…Sorry," Shinhye rasps from the ground. Somehow she’s slid between Taemin’s legs and onto her back, hands strill grasping onto Taemin’s jacket tails. The creak sounds again when a strong gust of wind billows through the opposing alleyway. A cat mewls from behind a boarded backyard surrounded by an extra wall of chain fences, pushing through an area that had rusted and grated against the concrete sidewalk.

Attempting to stand, with a lot of wobbling and sliding across a slick patch of ice, Shinhye regains her balance. “In my defense, it’s way beyond midnight and we’re kind of lost.”

Scowling at her own clumsiness, she hisses back at the cat that in turns goes eerily quiet. Multiple eyes glow iridescently through the hole in the wooden fence, a low growl starting. She could’ve sworn she felt the rumble vibrating the air around them.

"Uh-oh…" She shares a look with Taemin before scurrying down the street in what she hoped was the general direction of the campus, a crazystupidexcited grin on her face.

Taemin’s breath catches in the back of his throat, his footing lost.

The further that they seem to walk, the more he begins to feel as though they’ve gone off course. Despite the little light that the moon has been casting over them the past couple of hours, he knows that he hasn’t seen this area before, not today anyways. However, he doesn’t have the heart to tell her that they’re lost.

His thoughts are broken in a matter of seconds when he hears a yelp, eyes blown wide open as he stares down at the girl whose footing had caught a patch of black ice, sending her tumbling down and between his legs. “Are you alright?” He’s quick to check on her, kneeling down in the cold snow beneath their feet.

He had offered to help her to her feet, but as stubborn as Shinhye is, she kindly refused and eventually brought herself back up, albeit clumsily. “I didn’t want to be the one to say it, but yeah… I’m starting to think that we’ve been lost for quite some time now.”

It isn’t the eerie sounds that come with the night that have Taemin on edge, no, it’s the way the shadows seem to be moving, following them even. He hurries down the street after his friend in hopes of finding the university quicker this way, though he knows they’re a long way from home, and he’s suspicions are confirmed when they stumble into a dead end.

#gndpsh #p:#p:mausoleum

gnd-parkshinhye:

[Text: photo]

[Text] As you can see, junk food my dad sent me from the US.

[Text] Twizzlers, Twix, Hershey’s, Swedish Fish, Sour Gummy Bears… Different types of Crisps and Chips….

[Text: wink emoticon] Anything else I’m missing?

…

[Text] DRINKS OMG. PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE DRINKS??? ///O///

[text: shinhye] Oh my god all of that looks amazing [text] American candy looks soooooo good [text] Drinks? I um... I have water? [text] Does that count??

#gndpsh #convo6

Easy Go || Taemin x Hyeri

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Hyeri grabbed her jacket and pulled on her hat and scarf before smiling at him and holding the door. She had been going to the bakery alone these past few days, and while it wasn’t particularly bad, she would much rather have someone there with her to share the joy.

She walked alongside Taemin, smiling up at him while she bounced down the street to the shop. “What are you going to get? I think I’ll get red velvet. That’s my favorite! But maybe I should try something new this time. Oh! How about peanut butter fudge?” She puffed up her cheeks, trying to decide which one she should try. “But I got that last week…”

His mind draws a blank when she asks what he’s going to get because he hasn’t really thought about it yet. It’s been a while since he’s gotten cake that maybe this time he’s going to try something that he’s never actually had before. It’s always been chocolate or vanilla with him, never bothering to be too adventurous with his food.

“I’m not too sure.” He glances down at her, a confused look crossing his face. “You seem to be the sweets expert, is there anything that you’d recommend?” He smiles, hands stuffed into his pockets to keep warm. Though he has mittens he could be wearing, he disliked the feeling of something on your hands. “I kind of don’t want to stick to the same old chocolate or vanilla…”

#gndhyeri #p:easy go

History || Taemin x Jongin

Taemin could lead him absolutely anywhere right now, and he’d be okay with it. The momentary trust he puts in him as he staggers behind him is heart breaking, once he wakes up in the morning it’ll be gone, and they’ll go back to pretending that they never met in the first place. He’s starting to come back to his senses, only the odd giggle heard from him as he trailed along at his side, long legs bumping into the side of his occasionally as he strayed away from his side of the path and staggered into his personal space.

His eyes are half lidded but they open wide at the sight of the university. The usual distaste that he has when he sees it is gone, and instead brown eyes are staring at it in awe. “Wow, what is this place?” He asks him, sing song voice obnoxiously loud in his ear. He lets out a laugh like hes said something funny as he continues to follow him, feet scuffing against the ground as he tries to keep himself upright.

"Taemin-" He sings out, but its a dead end sentence because he has nothing to say, just likes assuring himself that he’s still there, and getting a response even if it’s a small one. He pulls him into the dorms and the heat hits him immediately, bare feet feel like they’re on fire with the change in heat and he whimpers quietly as he tries to press the button for the elevator repeatedly but his hands are so cold that they miss.

Taemin leads him in silence, unsure of what to say now. The excitement of the night was over, and it was time they headed back in and called it a night. He didn’t want their time together to end so soon though, but he knows he can’t keep Jongin for much longer. Jongin’s going to be sober in a couple of hours, if not by tomorrow morning, and there’s no telling what could happen if they were still together when he finally does.

“It’s the university, where we met.” He tells him as they finally approach the dorms, letting the other through the doors first. They’re hit with the sudden warmth of the building, and Taemin couldn’t have been happier to be back inside these walls than he was right now.

He hears his name again before it’s silent again, and he sighs. There’s still so much that he wants to talk to Jongin about, but he knows that this isn’t the time, nor is it the place. He watches as Jongin tries for the buttons before pressing the one for his own floor. He goes back to leaning his weight against the elevator’s wall, eyes fixed on the other brunet with him, and it’s moments like these when he finds himself wondering if things will ever be the same between them.

Though the elevator ride felt like it had taken forever, it wasn’t long before it had stopped at the fourth floor. He helps Jongin off the elevator and leads him down the hall until they’ve stopped in front of his bedroom. A sinking feeling overcomes him when he can’t find his keys, despite his fingers brushing against them every time he shoves his hands into his jacket pocket.