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Day 19: Blinking Game

“Sometimes, I’m afraid to fall asleep What if I open my eyes to a different world?”

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hallelujah

The day I saw you for the first time / I probably used up all the luck in my life / But it’s worth it.

Taemin, Jonghyun thinks, is perfect. He’s still human - Jonghyun can tell from the dull glaze in his eyes, the glaze of humanity. When he’s turned, the haze will be lifted, and there will be mischief matching Kibum’s own in those pretty eyes, but even now, there’s a hint of it, playfulness and curiosity that makes Jonghyun think that yeah, he was born to be a fae.

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Take the Dive

“When my small world

Met yours

Then the waves arose

Just one laugh

Colors in my once

Colorless heart.”

Jonghyun meets his soulmate on a Friday. He should be at work, but they’re in the middle of a transition period and there’s not quite enough to do to justify keeping his team at work the full eight hours, so they got sent home at two’oclock. It’s too nice of a day to waste driving home and sitting in his living room though, and even though he’s still in slacks and a dress shirt, he fines himself at the beach at 3’oclock on a Friday afternoon.

He kicks off his shoes and tugs off his socks in the car to keep from sacrificing them to the non-existent mercy of beach sand and walks down to the water’s edge, sand pushing up between his toes. He does his best to roll up the legs of his slacks, but he’s pretty sure they’ll end up damp anyways. He’ll just have to wash them out this weekend. No big deal.

That’s probably what leads to the decision to just flop down in the sand, feet and calves getting wet with every wave. He rolls up his sleeves to his elbows and undoes his tie, loosening the collar of his shirt and undoing the top couple of buttons.

It’s peaceful out here, and Jonghyun sighs and stretches out, letting the water lap at his feet and looking up at the sky. It’s cloudless and blue. Probably. It’s the exact shade of grey that makes Jonghyun assume it must be from the descriptions that his mother and sister and a few of his friends have told him. But only about half of his friends have found their soulmates, and Jonghyun isn’t one of them.

He lets out a soft sigh, wriggling his toes in the water, and looks out over the water, listening. The beach is mostly empty this time of day, but there’s an old man a little further down playing with his dog, a mother with two very young children making sandcastles, and a group of what looks like college students shoving each other. It’s the kind of day Jonghyun would write about if he could, but there’s always something missing in his writing.

They live in a world where love is a rainbow after all. Where happiness is yellow and sadness is blue and anger is red and people use emotions to describe color because there’s nothing else to compare them to. But Jonghyun doesn’t know what colors look like, has never seen one, and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to use those comparisons when he doesn’t know the exact shade of blue to describe the feeling of falling in love with someone from afar and never speaking to them because of the fear that when they speak back, his world will still be grey. Is it the color of the sky or the ocean or a still, silent pond? Somehow, without color, none of those concepts quite relate to that kind of work heartbreak

Jonghyun closes his eyes against the memory and the grey sky, and takes deep, slow breaths of warm, salt air. He only has a few minute until sunset, but he doesn’t really have much of an appreciation for it. Instead he listens to the dog bark and the children giggle and the mother call after her children. He listens to the sound of the college students shoving and laughing, a single laugh bright and piercing against the sea air.

Jonghyun smiles to himself despite everything, humming quietly, trying the find words to describe the sounds around him, the joy and delight of that sound. He pushes himself to his feet, digging his toes into the wet sand. He walks forward, taking slow steps into the water, letting it wash up closer and closer to his knees and taking deep breaths, focusing on the feelings: the slight chill at the bottom of the water, not as sun-warmed as the waves or the top few inches; the heaviness of the waves beating against his knees, just strong enough to give him pause.

These are real, are tangible, and Jonghyun smiles out at the water, watching as it glitters and gleams and—

“Hey, you okay?”

Jonghyun turns around, blinking, vision swimming a little and sees one of the college students, and boy with light hair and dark eyes, a scar through his eyebrow and a quirk at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” Jonghyun says. “Yeah, I’m—“

The boy is blond. Jonghyun chokes on his own words. The boy is blond and his lips are pink and his cheeks are flushed from running and the sting of salt air, and the sand behind him is gold and glittering with shells, and Jonghyun knows what all of those colors mean now. He lets out a soft, broken sob.

The boy laughs. The boy laughs and it’s loud and bright and piercing, and Jonghyun doesn’t think about the color yellow, but he feels something warm in his chest as the boy stumbles into the water and moves to him, water soaking into his skinny jeans as he approaches Jonghyun, and the water around him is blue and white, lights sparkling off the water in bright flashes and Jonghyun wants to look, to see, to understand the colors, but he’s mildly in shock and he can’t stop looking at the boy who is stepping into his space and curling a large hand around his arm below his elbow and laughing, “Your tie doesn’t match your pants at all.”

Jonghyun gasps out a breathless noise of laughter and confusion and then the boy is kissing him and Jonghyun whines into his mouth, startled but unprotesting, leaning in and tipping up into the kiss and—

“Oh, oh fuck, I’m sorry,” the boy says. “Was that okay? I didn’t mean to just like— just your lips are so pink.”

“Y-yes,” Jonghyun whispers, and then, “Wait, no. No. What’s your name?”

The boy laughs again, nudging against him, and Jonghyun’s heart is racing as the boy teases, “You first.”

Jonghyun sighs softly. “Jonghyun. It’s— yeah.”

“Jonghyunnie,” he laughs and god. God. “It’s Kibum.”

“Kibum,” Jonghyun says and it feels like music on his tongue.

“God,” Kibum breathes, and then, “Look. Jonghyunnie…”

He turns Jonghyun gently, and Jonghyun gasps and steps back into Kibum’s space, eyes wide and mouth falling open. The sun is spilling orange and pink over the ocean, deep and blue and vast in a way that he hasn’t appreciate until now.

But Kibum’s arm slides tentative around Jonghyun’s waist, and Jonghyun hesitates just for a moment before he leans back into Kibum’s arms. There are things they’re not saying here, things that they haven’t even discussed, but right now Jonghyun is lost for words except to breathe, “It’s so pretty.”

“Beautiful,” Kibum breathes, and Jonghyun has a sneaking suspicion that is he looks up, Kibum might not be looking at his first real, color-filled sunset. But he doesn’t look up to check, just leans into the unfamiliar warmth of Kibum’s arms and is utterly certain that no color on earth could possibly describe the tentative hope welling in his chest.

[taeminuet]

Day 13: Beautiful Tonight

I go this way every day but I pretend I didn’t hear you As I go round and round, you probably noticed right?

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im so curious

What would it feel like? / If I met eyes with you? / What would it feel like? / If I held hands with you? / What would it feel like? / If I kissed your lips? / I’m so curious

And what is there to say? I want to kiss you, I want to hold your hand, I want to date you, I think I could be in love with you? “I’m just…I think I’m in love. I want to know what it’s like, to do things lovers do.”

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[orgel-ontae]

red

Day Something of Jjongsmonth: JongTae

I need you baby Kiss me now (Red light) When the red light turns on (red light) Then kiss me If you feel the same as me

The road trip had seemed like such a good idea when they had been curled up in bed together the week before, Tae’s arms wrapped tight around Jonghyun’s waist, both of them giggling plans and picking playlists and arranging snacks. Then, it had seemed like a distant, romantic idea. Drive up to the beach, sit in the sand as the sun set into the warm embrace of the ocean, sleep in a motel for a night and be back home in time for Tae to make their first shift at work.

There was nothing romantic about traffic. Nothing spontaneous about Jonghyun’s reluctance to go anywhere near the speed limit as they cruised along motorways. Even their playlists bored out into a mindless fodder of backing clutter, too slow to catch Tae’s interest anymore or too loud they made their head spin. As Jonghyun pulled up at the end of another long line of backed up cars, stepping the car into a firm park, Tae turned their head with a loud huff. Jonghyun had forbidden them from opening the window while he was driving, and even with the AC blasting on full at Tae’s feet, their face and neck were still red with heat and the air was stuffy. While they were stopped, they cracked the window just a little, enough to let a wave of crisp exhaustive air puff into the small car.

Tae took a sideways glance at Jonghyun to check he was okay with it; Jonghyun was looking pointedly out the windshield, grip tight on the steering wheel, knee bouncing nervously beneath the dashboard. Tae knew the air had been tense for a while, that Jonghyun was on edge, and even though they were partly to blame (being holed up in a car for nearly five hours in stalling traffic was enough to make Tae snappy at best) they wanted to make it better.

“Jonghyunnie…” they hummed, one hand absently reaching for Jonghyun’s on the gear stick. The soft skin of Jonghyun’s hand wasn’t enough to mask the stiffness of his muscles beneath or the nervous sweat that broke out against it. “Jonghyunnie, hey, look at me.” The bouncing knee accelerated, but his grip loosened just a little on the wheel. A good sign, nearly.

“Yeah, Tae?” Jonghyun’s pretty eyes flicked shyly to Tae’s lips, where they always landed when he couldn’t bear to look at Tae’s eyes. Tae watched him for a moment, debating with themself, before they turned abruptly out the windshield. The line of traffic was long, and unmoving for how far they could see it, so they cracked the window open as much as they dared. The sharp, urban scent of car fumes and petrol sweat into the car full force, brought with a heavy gust of wind, and while both of them scrunched up their noses at the stink Jonghyun’s curiosity bade him not to question it. Next, Tae unclipped their belt and practically crawled into the backseat, where lay a balled up blanket and a picnic basket. It had been for when they got to the beach, for whatever time that would have been, but judging by the lengthy wait time ahead and the vinegary yellow hue the sky had been turning Tae didn’t really see the beach in their near future. They turned back to Jonghyun and laid the blanket, traditional and bright plaid, out across both their laps. Jonghyun unclipped his belt too, hesitantly, first checking the traffic with a careful eye and long gaze, before turning to sit cross-legged facing Tae. They managed to balance basket open on the cup holder between their seats, diving in first to pull out a sandwich, lovingly prepared by Jonghyun earlier that morning when the idea of having a good time had still been fresh and real and tangible.

Well, Tae supposed it still was when they saw the bright grin that sparkled on Jonghyun’s lips as Taemin took a hearty bite. Jonghyun nibbled nervously at his food, mind uneasy with just hanging out in the stalled traffic, but Tae’s occasional little pats and hand squeezes were enough to keep Jonghyun sated for as long as it took to start off their picnic. When Jonghyun had clearly had enough, eyes darting to and fro, fingers drumming quick beats into the back of Tae’s hand, Tae packed the stuff away and tossed it back into the backseat without a word. The window closed out the biting wind but didn’t relinquish the ugly smell.

“Why did you open the window?” Jonghyun asked softly once they were both safely buckled in and Tae had picked a newer, more upbeat playlist to blast. Tae nearly missed his gentle, lulling voice beneath their pick of Korn that bumped the car in place with its volume and vigor. Tae turned their bright grin on Jonghyun.

“I thought it would make it more like the seaside, Jonghyunnie…” they smiled, almost disappointed- in themself, for not giving Jonghyun an easy time, the time they had planned for in the . “Know you wanted to go; I’m sorry about all of this.” Jonghyun laughed. He had a bell of a laugh, tinkling but low, chiming and melodic, Tae thought, lowering the volume again just a tad to be able to hear the voice he had long since fallen in love with.

“It’s okay, Tae. I think maybe next time, we should plan this all out better,” Jonghyun laughed again, this time Tae joined him, reaching his hand out and enclosing it over Jonghyun’s, both of them warm with sweat now, but both more relaxed and clinging to each other rather than the machinery.

“Next time…” Tae could see the cars beginning to move up ahead, and as they felt the car whir back to life again around them, they reached out for Jonghyun’s face and caught it in both hands. Placing a kiss on Jonghyun’s cheek, then the corner of his lips, Tae let out a bubble of joyous giggles and sat back down in their seat as Jonghyun jolted them forwards again, cheeks strawberry red and twice as kissable.

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[orgel-ontae]

already

Day 11? Day 6? of jjongsmonth: JongHo

You came to me like a dream

You were like a warm breath to me

Minho realised he was in love with Jonghyun when he looked down at him for the first time. Properly looked at him, that is. The sun was setting neatly behind the building block skyline of the city. Jonghyun was in his lap, warm and perfectly heavy, pressing his slight spine against the steady thud of Minho’s heart, and they were both staring out the window. Well, Jonghyun was really the one who was looking, Minho was far too entranced by the dreamy look in Jonghyun’s eyes to care too much about the way the stars begin to peep out from behind the dying orange of the sunset.

“Are you paying attention, Minnie?” Jonghyun always made Minho’s name sound so much softer, so much more delicate- a wonderful side effect of the lightness in Jonghyun’s voice, the melodic tune and easy temperament. Minho turned his attention back through the fogging glass, resting his chin heavy in the nest of Jonghyun’s dark roots, tilted just enough to press a kiss to the skin that peeked through the hair.

“I’ve seen sunsets before, Jonghyunnie…” he replied, nonplussed, a thunderous rumble low into Jonghyun’s hair. His voice is a little muffled, but Jonghyun made out the words well enough to snort. It was somewhat a tradition with them, by then. A week of sunsets following a week of Jonghyun’s clothes building up in Minho’s wash basket, a week of Minho’s shirts somehow ending up on Jonghyun’s back, a week of secret smiles across Minho’s kitchen island and brushes of the hand as they change to climb snug into Minho’s warm bed. A week with Jonghyun pressed to his side near constantly.

“I know. But I like to feel your breathing, and your heart,” Jonghyun went on, fingers tightening around Minho’s wrist, where they had been clinging for the past few minutes of silence. Before Minho had the chance to refute- to say he’d been breathing the entire time- Jonghyun cut him off with a sharp look over his shoulder. It was like something out of a dream, Jonghyun’s face. The way his eyes caught every little bit of light, the sunset reflecting deep pumpkin hues beneath the endless brown of Jonghyun’s eyes, the neon white, fading yellow, of Minho’s light catching the black of the pupils and lighting them up with a whole constellation of glittering white. Minho stared for a moment, utterly helpless caught up in the fishweb of Jonghyun’s gaze, and Jonghyun’s head tilted adorably in confusion. “It’s not the same when you aren’t relaxed.” Jonghyun finished, eyes curious, alight, and so so beautiful.

His plush, pink lips curled up into a gentle smile, unable to stay mad for long. Jonghyun’s growing hair, losing colour so the darkness returned at the roots, fell down just in the way of his eyes in the most innocent way that Minho just had to slip his fingers through the silky fringe and push it back against Joghyun’s head. It was a poor excuse just to touch him, but worth it when Minho saw how bodily Jonghyun shivered under his touch. Intoxicating.

And it was then, with the sunset ducking modestly behind an office building across the street, Jonghyun’s warm laugh bubbling against Minho’s chest until his heart contracted in the most exhilarating way, and Jonghyun’s eyes glowing like a campfire in summer, Minho decided to blurt out:

“Marry me?” Jonghyun’s eyes widened almost comically, so before he could open his mouth to reject Minho’s hurried, thoughtless request, Minho continues simply with: “Someday. Marry me someday.” Jonghyun seemed to relax at that, and more assuredly he nods his head, a slow but understandable movement.

“Yeah, Minnie. Someday.” It wasn’t a hard maybe like Minho had been expecting, and the response forced Minho’s hot cheeks to an even darker blush. Jonghyun’s eyes already had turned back to the skyline, admiring the way the deep purple of the night time swarmed the skyline and cloaked the sun like thick, fluid bed linen. Minho’s attention fixed itself back on Jonghyun, the shadows that wrap themselves around his face, that latch onto his lips that curl up in the prettiest smile the Earth had ever seen. Minho could not help but break the moment with one more word.

“I love you,” he breathed, lips pressed to the warm back of Jonghyun’s head. Even though Jonghyun’s only response was a short nod, Minho didn’t care. The proof of love was right there. In the simple word: Someday.

Minho couldn’t wait for someday to arrive.

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[orgel-ontae]

orbit

Day 3: JongTae

There’s a universe filled in your eyes

The moment our eyes electrically meet

The tips of my ears felt a zap

“The stars are so pretty tonight, Taeminnie.”

Taemin looks up into the darkness, eyes straining to adjust to the dark. It’s midday, but the room is pitch black: lights off, curtains shut tight, only the glow of Taemin’s laptop illuminates the lump of duvet covers on Jonghyun’s bed. He squints, frowning deeply.

“The stars?” he asks, voice cracked with disuse. He checks out the window though he can’t see, knowing nothing would be out there like the stars, then he looks at the clock on his laptop. It’s 12:36 in the afternoon. There’s a storm outside that crashes against the windows in sweet pitter-patters and the comforting roar of wind. Taemin knows there are no stars.

“Yeah. The stars. Wanna see, Taeminnie?” Jonghyun asks, in that pretty voice they use when they're entranced and smiling, low with sleep, half-croaking. That voice that would make Taemin do anything for him. Jonghyun doesn’t need to use it- if they meant to at all- curiosity alone pulls Taemin from his seat at the desk, closing his laptop lid and approaching Jonghyun’s bed with practiced ease in the blackness. Jonghyun peeks out from their little blanket fort, the glow of their own laptop guiding Taemin beneath the duvet beside them.

It’s warm in there. Scented heavily with the hot, dusty smell of Jonghyun’s old laptop whirring, their sleepy, sweaty smell, the stifling darkness and the light from the screen burns Taemin’s eyes. He squints, eyes blurring with tears before he makes out the image on screen. And ah. Ah, Taemin thinks, hand slipping around Jonghyun’s little waist and pulling them close.

“You’re right, Jonghyunnie. The stars are super beautiful tonight.”

Shooting stars glide across the screen, dragging Taemin’s eyes to-and-fro to try and wish on each of them. It’s a video, a sky alight with freckles of stars, constellations imprinted against the deepest night sky Taemin had ever seen. Utterly cloudless. Something about the sight is so ethereal and perfect that Taemin almost thinks it’s animated.

“Wanna stargaze with you, Taeminnie.” They’re using that voice again. That voice that’s just for Taemin, though he knows they’re addressing the flurry of white flickers that dart before them. Taemin turns to scold them for teasing, but when he looks over, Taemin sees that all the stars in the world couldn’t match the brightness in his Jonghyunnie’s smile. Their eyes glitter with a thousand and more stars, plucked right from the storm-filled sky above them and the covered sky onscreen before them, and Taemin swore they truly took his breath away. His heart rushes, a tingle making its way from the tips of his fingers where they touch against Jonghyun’s skin hard enough to make him shiver. Suddenly, it’s too hot beneath the duvet, the howl of the wind outside much too noticeable above the rumble of thunder and the loud vibrations of Jonghyun’s laptop as it struggles to project the night sky into their own private midnight in a decent quality. Taemin feels everything heighten and sharpen, most of all the feeling of Jonghyun against him.

Taemin hums in reply, because, yeah, he would like to stargaze with Jonghyun, but in the dark, with Jonghyun’s hot skin against Taemin’s arm, their head dropped to Taemin’s chest, Taemin rather thinks he’s happy with this right now. Another shooting star grazes across the sky and Taemin makes another wish, whispers it sweetly into Jonghyun’s hair, a breath like summer wind that bubbles a cherry-cola giggle from Jonghyun’s grinning lips, shy and fizzing with affection. Taemin hums happily, shifting the laptop from its perch on their shared laps, closing the lid and shifting outside of the warmth of their cocoon. Then, he gently pushes Jonghyun back into the knot of blanket covers and mattress, curling into his side with a soft smile of his own. It wasn’t luminous like Jonghyun’s, but god was it enough just to see the way Jonghyun melted for it. They’re giggling again, soft as the brushing of leaves against the window, carried from the flattened earth by the wind.

“Love you, Jonghyunnie…” Taemin breathes, pressing his lips against Jonghyun’s flushed cheek, letting the kiss linger before it trailed down his jaw to press against the centre of his throat. Jonghyun wiggles, humming in their pretty voice, unable to force out the words in reply, but Taemin doesn’t need to hear them to know the feelings are reciprocated. It’s enough to hear that soft whine, to feel Jonghyun’s body against his and their heartbeat against his lips.

It’s enough to know that shooting stars watch as Jonghyun wriggles free to connect their lips and pull Taemin up into a kiss full of love and passion and affection. It’s enough to know everything he could ever wish for is real with Jonghyun anyway.

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Day 1: Fine

Day 1: Fine - Jongyu

“There isn’t a single car on this street Everyone’s vanished so that we could play Don’t hide your feelings tonight, just do what you want Wouldn’t that be fine?”

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cocktail

I’m taking a sip of you / I wanna take you slowly

His head is pillowed on Jinki’s lap, and Jinki barely notices when his hand moves so that he’s got his thumb in his mouth. He does notice, however, when Jonghyun starts to suck, head bobbing just a little in that way it does when he’s needy.

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