This blog is dedicated to SHINee fanfictions by kibumemory and taeyes. Both of us will post our drabbles, oneshots and chaptered fics here as well as on our individual livejournal accounts (given in the links).
“So sensitive here, huh? You love having things in your mouth,” Jinki says, watching the blush on Jonghyun’s reflection deepen. His fingers curl against the rim of the porcelain, lips instinctively closing when Jinki begins to pull out the brush to try and keep it inside. “Don’t worry, Jonghyun, I’ll give you something else soon.”
i have no excuse for this honestly…i just wanted to write something oral fixation related, i guess. it feels like these get more wild each time i write them. but anyway, i hope y’all enjoy!
To say that Kibum has been crushing on the local talent that plays in the coffee shop every Friday evening is a bit of an understatement. As he stands behind the counter in his apron, leaning on the marble with his head in his hands, Kibum is pretty sure that he is in love with said Kim Jonghyun.
We are always told to use body language in our writing. Sometimes, it’s easier said than written. I decided to create these cheat sheets to help you show a character’s state of mind. Obviously, a character may exhibit a number of these behaviours. For example, he may be shocked and angry, or shocked and happy. Use these combinations as needed.
It has been Christmas Eve and the day of their musical premier. Earlier this evening Jinki had been sitting in the auditorium watching his actors and actresses enjoying their little Christmas/success party. The champagne already had lost its bubbles and he was just enjoying the moment of accomplishment. It was his own creation and these people made it possible and a complete success, a gentle smile spread on his lips as somebody else had flopped down in the seat next to him.
“Congrats!” Taemin. It had been Taemin. Jinki had looked aside meeting a joyful and happy grin from the boy. Last year Jinki had seen him act in another one’s theatre piece and from this moment on he had been in love. At first it was just the way Taemin acted but he soon had found out that the beautiful boy was not only an actor but dancer and singer as well and his voice was really great. Jinki loved it. He had wanted Taemin for his next musical. He had invited him for audition and even if Jinki hadn’t written the character perfectly fitting for Taemin, even then the young artist would have managed to convince him that he’s perfect for this part. After that piece Jinki had called him for audition for almost every piece he had wanted to bring to life and almost every time did Taemin get the main character’s role.
After a while Jinki didn’t only love Taemin’s way of acting, dancing and singing, his dedication to the art but Taemin as a person. They talked a lot, whenever Taemin had a question about his role he would have come to Jinki directly, they joked with each other but their contact never crossed the border of business. Never did it go to something more than just the musical.
Half a year later Jinki had noticed that Taemin had gotten a boyfriend and his silent desire was crushed. He still kept on the work, but he had noticed that his love for the other male wouldn’t be returned. Jinki just wasn’t good in such things, so he had given up and kept with admiring him from afar.
Even though Jinki couldn’t be with Taemin because of his cowardness, when it came to business and hiring Taemin, talking to him due to his role or that he should improve, he was never too shy. Jinki simply wasn’t the socializing type. That way it surprised him when Taemin had sat down next to him and suddenly started talking with him. At first he had been baffled but soon found out that Taemin was easy to talk to, even more when he already was a little tipsy.
What Jinki couldn’t understand though was how it came to this, Taemin on top of him seducing him in the most erotic and sexiest way he’s ever experienced.
Already when the two of them had been sitting in the auditorium Taemin had ended up in his lap kissing him, right after something about him being single again slipped in the conversation. That had been the moment he broke apart and stood from his seat. He had been heated up, the guy he’s been yearning for, for a year now kissed him and straddled his lap. Jinki’s head went spinning. Without much thought the heated director ended the party and the crowd was slowly dissolving. It was past midnight anyway and it was time for sleeping. Jinki had gone backstage to gather his stuff and that’s how Taemin and he ended up in the dressing room making out on the couch that was standing there. Because unlike everyone else Taemin had followed him with hooded eyes and had pushed him down as soon as Jinki noticed he was still there, not letting him the chance to say something, immediately shutting him up with a hot, passionate kiss.
Jinki’s eyes fluttered shut, even though that wasn’t something good. He shouldn’t be doing this. Once and never again. Taemin, most likely, just did it because he was drunk. He tried to push the slender boy off him, away, but his body didn’t listen at all. Instead of denying Taemin what he wanted he pulled him closer.
“You like me, right,” Taemin said with a hushed seductively whispered voice against Jinki’s lips and grinded down on his crotch at the same time, luring a soft moan from the director’s lips. How did Taemin know? Was he that obvious?
Apparently Taemin took his moan as the answer to his question and continued. “Then-“ He paused, took Jinki’s hands and guided them to his ass. A smirk graced the boy’s lips as he went on. “take what you want.”
Boner, hot with burning desire and clouded mind, Jinki damned his logical and rational way of thinking and finally gave in. The older pulled Taemin onto his pelvis. Pressing them together was earning him a little whimper from the boy on top of him. Now it wasn’t just Taemin who smirked but Jinki as well, only that his one looked much more dangerous. All the tension and frustration, he could finally set it free. He took Taemin and flopped him down on the couch, immediately hovering over him, claiming the boy’s plump lips.
The thin thighs of Taemin wrapped around his waist and they moved against each other, the air around them as hot as them. Jinki impatiently pulled Taemin’s shirt over his head and threw it aside afterwards doing the same with his own. He looked down at the heavy breathing male under him, eyes shimmering dark with desire and Taemin returned that gaze. Why was he so beautiful? Why was he doing this?
Jinki stood up and pulled Taemin with him, bending him over one of the make up tables at the wall with the mirrors and the huge light bulbs, two were broken. The younger willingly followed his unspoken orders and bend over, sticking his ass out to Jinki, rubbing it a little against his pelvis. A low groan in the back of his throat the only indicator how much he was yearning to feel Taemin. Jinki fumbled with Taemin’s pants for a moment and then abruptly pulled them down, revealing a perky beautiful ass. He kneeled down and spread his butt cheeks. Taemin’s breath hitched and came stuttering afterwards. The younger already had a boner and obviously was anticipating and excited about this, just like Jinki.
He licked over his pink twitching hole, at the same time groping his ass. Taemin took in a sharp breath and his labored breathing got more audible. Slowly Jinki’s tongue slipped inside his entrance and pulled it out again. His partner’s breath stuck for a moment and was released in a pleasured moan. A hand reached behind to grab his hair. Jinki wanted to give Taemin the most pleasure he’d ever felt but with what came next he wouldn’t be able to hold on.
“Jinki,” Taemin moaned loudly in his beautiful, seductive voice. The grip in his hair tightened. In that moment he snapped, at least the half of mind he still held. Jinki stood up and unbuckled his belt and pants, pushing them down only as far as needed so his dick was free. His boner was fully erected and rock hard needing attention real bad. A sigh escaped his lips as his member was freed and Taemin turned around. The younger’s eyes got noticeably darker as he saw Jinki’s standing dick and he turned around in a swift motion kneeling in front of him licking his shaft. That’s when the first real moan left Jinki’s mouth. The view in the mirror was here perfect, his body and Taemin’s head sucking him off. His gaze fell down on the beautiful actor on his knees in front of him lustfully taking his dick inside his mouth. Innocent doe eyes looked up at him while his dick went inside this hot, wet and perfect mouth. All the way in.
Not much more and he’d come, he was sure but Taemin’s mouth felt too perfect. Jinki looked down on him, caressing his hair and pushing the strands out of the way that have been falling into his face.
“Stop!” Jinki half shouted and pulled Taemin off his dick. This boy knew what he was doing with his mouth and already got Jinki panting, but he wanted something different. Taemin looked up at him with a surprised expression a little shocked even and the older gently pulled him up, in the process stepping out of his pants.
A kiss, filled with passion, desire and even love on Jinki’s behalf is what followed; a kiss that got both males out of breath and grasping for air after they broke it. The dancer looked up at the director as if to ask : “What now?” Jinki only connected their already red lips again walking Taemin against the wall behind them.
The air was knocked out of the younger’s lungs as he hit the wall and Jinki used that moment to grab both his thighs and lift him up, pushing him against the wall for support. Taemin squealed shortly but fastened his hold around Jinki’s hips immediately.
A throbbing boner.
A twitching hole.
That’s all they need and as fast as they happened to make out, they have sex. Jinki’s dick slid inside Taemin without much effort, drawing a moan and a deep groan from both of the males. Both overwhelmed with the sensation. The one male with the immense sensation of being filled and stretched enormously, the other of the heavenly sensation of the tight walls closing up around his hard member. For a moment everything was silent afterwards only their heavy breathes filled the dead quiet theatre. That silence was broken as soon as Jinki decided to move and pulled out only to let Taemin sink on him again while he thrust up. Taemin screamed in pure ecstasy and on top of that was it Jinki’s name again, laced with the most pleasured voice he ever heard.
His thrusts got faster, his grip on Taemin’s hips hard. He lifted Taemin off the wall and went to the make-up desk again, laying him on its surface.
“Deeper,” he moaned and Jinki went deeper, his thrust now concentrating on going deep and without mercy. His pace lessened with every thrust forcefully slammed into the fragile boy’s body, who moaned even louder. At a certain point the younger screamed out loud again, arching his back off the flat surface. Jinki knew he found his spot, smirked and kept pounding into that special place, letting the other become a moaning mess. With every thrust he repeated Jinki’s name supporting himself against the mirror behind him.
“Close,” was everything Taemin could manage to say and even then it only took three more deep and powerful thrusts to make him come. Jinki moaned when the younger male came. His walls clenching down on him giving his dick so much more pleasure that he couldn’t draw out anymore and couldn’t warn Taemin and came deep inside him. Slowly he continued to move inside the boy’s body to ride through his climax. The best he ever had.
Taemin had calmed down, stripes of cum sprayed over his chest, panting heavily, looking up at Jinki with a satisfied smile and hooded eyes. Jinki looked down on him with the same expression. Finally had he been able to satisfy his yearning and what his still clouded mind was about to say couldn’t be stopped either.
“I love you.”
Taemin’s – and Jinki’s – first reaction was surprise, eyes widen and breath stuck for a moment, but unless Jinki, Taemin’s expression turned into a loving one a small smile gracing his lips. The boy sat up on his elbows and cupped Jinki’s cheek.
“I know.” The realization of what Taemin just said slowly sank in but at this moment Taemin already connected their lips again; this time in a gentle loving kiss on both behalves.
His hands tremble when he puts the empty mug back on the table. The seat next to him, on the other side of the little side table is empty as well. The rocking chair Minho sits in has its other half standing only half a meter away, there, where Kibum used to sit. Minho’s other half.
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“Yes! Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes.” Kibum’s eyes sparkle with excitement and the nervousness coiling up in Minho’s guts entangle in the split of a second, lighting up his face. All he feels is happiness and relief, excitement and love. For three years they have been together now and finally he has saved up enough money to buy an engagement ring and has gathered up enough courage to propose to his beloved. He has waited so long and has followed all the rules. The next step will be to ask their parents for permission, but now after Kibum said yes, Minho feels like he can fight the world for him.
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He doesn’t know how long he’s been already sitting there with the blanket over his lap, staring outside, watching the trees slowly enfold in the shadows of the night, but the snow gets higher and with the beautiful white decor comes the cold. Again, Minho reaches for the cup of tea. He already forgot it was empty.
Kibum used to refill his tea when he drank up, so he never had to get up from his seat, watching the ever changing nature only a few steps away. He still isn’t used to do it on his own, did he always have Kibum.
The age clearly shows it signs on him now. His hands are tremulous, his eyes tired and his stamina has seen better days as well. With difficulties he gets out of the chair and goes over to the fireplace, which is already prepared, and he only has to light it. Back in the days he chopped the wood and brought it back inside, cleaned the fireplace and prepared a new fire all on his own. But everything fades away.
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“Leave it be,” Kibum holds him at his shoulders. His head hangs down and he is on the verge of tears. “Everything is going to be fine.” Minho looks back up at his husband, searching his eyes. He wants to see that Kibum means what he says, but he doesn’t. He can see the doubt and lost hope in his eyes and that makes Minho break even more. Kibum tightly embraces him, comforts him.
It isn’t his health that’s in danger but Kibum’s so why was he the weak one? Why was Minho the one crying when it should be the other way around?
Kibum had cancer.
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With a heavy heart Minho sits down on the couch in front of the lit fireplace, letting the flames dance their own unique dance, so similar to the snowflakes outside still descending from the sky, but at the same time totally different. One thing symbolizes cold, the other heat, but both hold the same gracefulness to them. The dancing fire makes the wood crack and it fills the room with life. It lets one think that this huge house was still filled with lifelines and happiness, when it is not. Minho can’t live without Kibum, the letter being his light, leaving his life dark when he left.
One might say that he loved Kibum too much, that he has to let him go. Minho would stop listening to someone claiming that, because he’s already at fault when he says he loved Kibum. He still loves him, even though his husband isn’t with him anymore. But Minho will never stop loving Kibum, was he the sun lighting up every moment of his life.
Their long time together, the years, decades spent together never lessened the feeling in his chest. The racing of his heart when they loved each other, the warmth he’d feel from a touch alone, the feeling of home he’d have and the protectiveness. Nothing dulled down, nothing faded away, it's just changed now and Minho hopes that Kibum’s soul will wait for him to follow.
He draws the blanket over his lap, taking in his surroundings. The house seems too big for him now, it has too much unfilled space without Kibum living there, too much reminding Minho of him, but leaving would mean leaving what he has left from his husband. Even though he doesn’t have to worry about that as every thought, every memory, every corner of his mind is filled with the feline male, the slender hands which never lost their grace and tenderness, the beautiful eyes always shining with love that only got tired with the ages and the one thing that never changed even in Kibum’s old age was his smile; it never altered, never failed its task to brighten Minho’s day and always returned sooner or later.
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After Kibum was diagnosed with cancer Minho tries to make his life easier, but the latter says he is still the same and doesn't need help. They already are in their old days. The still lively male hasn't changed anything in his life though; he lives like nothing had altered his life.
One who didn't know him wouldn’t think that he had a deadly disease.
Back then Minho, only after a long discussion and many tears on both sides, decided not to do anything about it. Key had reasoned that his illness had already progressed too far to fight it. He was right. The doctors only noticed in the late stage of already developed cancer. Minho had to accept the truth.
They had already adopted a girl and Kibum argues that Minho will always have something from his husband that continues to live in her.
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It’s already late at night, Minho fast asleep, when the front door opens slowly. The fire has died down and only the embers glow in the dark, enclosing the wide living room. The intruding person slips off their shoes and makes their way over to the sleeping Minho on the couch.
The tender smile on Minho’s lips shows who he is dreaming of and the young woman draping the blanket completely over the old man’s body mirrors his smile lovingly.
“Good night, dad,” she says and silently she wishes him a nice dream in which he can be rejoined with his beloved husband. She wishes her other dad a good night as well, as she gazes into his tender, loving eyes on the photograph sitting on the piano next to the fireplace, before she makes her way to bed as well.
Title: Fuck You Jonghyun
Pairing: Jongkey
Length: 2,237 words
Rating: PG
Genre: romance, fluff
Summary: Jonghyun has just come back to join SHINee. But when it comes to Key he's still a little slow.
a/n: this short idea is dedicated to her
Since Jonghyun has been back with them for a week now there isn’t much happening other than schedule appointments and shows. Key is worn out, simply reached his limit. Jonghyun is the only one who still has energy left. No wonder, he had 57 days to rest.
His phone alarm clock wakes him, not too gently breaking the comfortable silence in his room with a deafening noise. Key squeezes his eyes shut and gropes for his phone. Why can’t he stay in dreamland for a little while longer? He finally reaches his cell and blinks through little slits against the bright light to let it shut up.
Key isn’t a morning person at all. If you wake him you’ll be in serious trouble. Only one person is predestined to wake him and everybody in the dorm knows why.
A little smile plays on Key's lips as he sits up and tugs the blanket closer around his body. Yes, Jonghyun is the only person in the world he can’t be angry at for waking him up. Jonghyun is the only person he can’t be angry at for long, even if he’s angry. He was so happy when Jonghyun finally came back, but the other male is simply too dump to get it. It is frustrating and Key knows he should be angry at his boyfriend, but he can't.
Sure, they were under constant observation, with the shows and all. But even at their dorm Jonghyun wasn’t behaving like his boyfriend. Key tells himself that it is because of their last week of promotion and he has to admit that it's been really tiring. But does he ask for too much when he wants some time alone with Jonghyun? Some more signs of attachment? Some more hugs and kisses? Simply some more contact? The smile that has appeared on his face vanishes and a small pout takes its place.
Great his already grumpy morning mood has became worse because of this stupid puppy. He drags himself to the bathroom where Taemin is already brushing his teeth.
“Morning Key-hyung,” he sings with toothbrush in his mouth and a load of foam around his lips, making it a little difficult for Key to understand. But he manages and answers with a tired ‘morning’.
“Everything okay?” Taemin spits out the foam and washes his mouth, worriedly looking at him. Key nods and takes his own brush. The younger makes another attempt to say something, but is interrupted by an overjoyed idiot bursting into the bathroom.
“I wish you both a wonderful good morning.” Jonghyun’s strong singing voice echoes through the room as he brightly smiles at Taemin and Key. The latter slightly leans over the sink, thoroughly brushing his teeth. After a short moment of silence Taemin leaves the two of them alone, wishing the white haired boy a good morning on his way out. Now it is only Key and Jonghyun.
Happily humming the older makes his way over to the sink as well, brushing Key’s arm as he reaches for his toothbrush. The melody is from their new single ‘Why so serious?’ and that pulls Key’s already low mood down even more. Jonghyun’s whole being annoys him, the happiness and the flowers practically emitting from him saying: ‘Hey, I am super duper happy. The world is perfect!’
For Key the world consists of repeating two songs over and over and over again and that is exhausting. Adding up to his low mood is that his boyfriend standing right next to him, apparently doesn’t care about him. He shoots death glares at his happy hyung who doesn’t notice them at all. Jonghyun does a little dance in the bath, swirls around and copies a few moves from their newest song.
Key can’t take it anymore. He quickly spits out the toothpaste, cleans his face and leaves. In the process he may have hit the door shut a little too loud. What does he have to do to be noticed? He stomps back into his room and gets ready for the day. Today is their goodbye stage. Finally. Key doesn’t know why he is so pessimistic, but he can’t help it. It's probably just the lack of attention from a certain someone.
There is some mumbling outside his room. Probably Jinki complaining about the loud noises, because they still have over two hours left until the performance. Key takes his headphones and plugs them into his ears, shutting the world out. He needs to distract his mind from Jonghyun.
The drive from the event back home is silent. They have all used their last bit of energy, all of them except Jonghyun, the never-getting-tired-idiot. Key glances over to him. His boyfriend has that stupid adorable big smile on as he watches the city passing by. He himself sits in his seat, fully turned to Jonghyun, with his right shoulder against the backrest. Most of the frustration from before has vanished and a little smile tugs at his lips. Taemin, Minho and Jinki are already asleep and Key is also at the edge to dreamland, his eyelids slowly closing. In this moment Jonghyun looks over to him, a tender loving smile on his lips.
The next morning is mostly like the day before. Key gets up, drags himself to the bathroom and gets ready. There is only one event in the morning and the rest of the day is going to be free time. Key can’t wait for it to come. He is terribly tired and the fact that Jonghyun still isn’t noticing him doesn’t improve his mood. There are small, dark shadows under his eyes, even though he slept enough. As Key is just applying some make up to cover the slight shadows Taemin comes bursting into the bathroom.
“Key, Key. Have you seen Jonghyun’s new twitter update?” The maknae giggles and waves Jonghyun’s phone in front of his face. He can’t see anything on the display as he tries to figure out what the younger means. “No, could you please hold still,” he orders with an annoyed voice and Taemin immediately holds still, giving him the opportunity to look at the picture.
Key just blankly stares at the selca of his boyfriend lazily lying in bed. Only when Taemin draws his attention to the text he notices the message dedicated to their fans. ‘A prize for you who are still awake.’ Is that really happening right now? Key feels like someone punched him into his stomach. He feels sick all of a sudden and turns to lean over the sink, breathing in a constant rhythm. “Is everything okay?” Taemin rubs his back worried about the unusual reaction.
Another steadying breath and he snatches the cell phone out of the younger’s hand who blinks at him in surprise as Key leaves the bathroom in a hurry.
“You’re a jerk!” He overreacts, he knows that, but apparently he needs to do something like this until his stupid boyfriend notices. The phone is harshly slammed on the surface of the kitchen table. Everybody stares at him, totally surprised at the feline boy’s reaction.
“What,” Jonghyun stutters and his gaze wanders between Key’s face and the phone in his hand. Kibum makes a hissing noise, turns in place and stomps into his room again. He feels terribly rejected in that moment. In one week Jonghyun never once found the time to come to his room. It would have been enough to stay with him for a few minutes; really, Key would be satisfied with that much. But almost nothing? The only times they touch are on stage and that makes Key so sad. It wasn’t the post right now, it is everything that has gathered over the days added together.
A few minutes later there is a knocking on the door and Jonghyun peeks inside the room.
“Please go, I don’t want to see you right now,” says Key and turns his back towards the door. He takes his phone and pointlessly skips through a few folders, back and forth, just to busy himself. Jonghyun doesn’t even say another word, doesn’t make an attempt to act. He closes the door and leaves him alone like he wanted him to. Small tears build at the corners of Key’s eyes. He wanted to be the only one Jonghyun looks at and cares about, not having to share him with the other SHINee member or the fans. He swallows the uprising tears and gets ready for the very last show.
On the way there he avoids Jonghyun as much as possible, because he knows if they get closer together he will forgive him and Key wants to stay angry at his boyfriend for a little while longer.
So he stays away and the others start to worry even more. They know that Key can be stubborn, but normally he has a reason to be angry and isn’t just mad at someone, especially not Jjong.
At the end of the event Key isn’t even angry anymore, there only is disappointment and rejection. Jonghyun didn’t make one try to talk to him or get his attention. He obeys his wish to leave him alone and so it is Key who steals glances at the white haired guy next to him as they drive back to the dorm. Sometimes Key wonders if Jonghyun really is that slow or simply acts it up.
They arrive home and Taemin immediately packs his stuff and disappears again, Onew vanishes in his room, and Minho grabs his bag to go exercise. That leaves Jonghyun and Key alone together. He sighs heavily and Jonghyun throws him an unreadable expression. They stare at each other for a few moments, Key waits for Jonghyun to do something, anything, and Jonghyun tries to figure out what Key wants him to do.
After a minute, which feels like hours, Key turns and goes to his room again. The 57 days weren’t good. He knew it. Jonghyun staying at his parent’s wasn’t good. He knew it. But he couldn’t tell the older what to do, after all he’s just his boyfriend and family is important as well. They couldn’t see each other on a daily basis like Jonghyun and Key do.
He is just being selfish right now. That much is for sure and the biggest problem for Key is, he knows that, but nevertheless he acts like this. He wants to embrace his boyfriend, have him near him, tell him that he loves him and that he isn’t angry at him. But he can’t, he is too stubborn.
With ever minute he sits in his room without any further response from Jonghyun he gets more uncertain. He is mean, he should go back to him and apologize. Jonghyun has been ill and that wasn’t his fault. Key feels guilty for everything he did, or rather not did in the past 48 hours. Right in the same moment as he stands up to go back to Jonghyun the one in question enters the room, an apologetic expression on his features.
“I’m sorry Key.” That is more than enough for Key give in. He doesn’t know if Jonghyun really understands what he’s done to make Key angry, but that can wait. The now showing smile reflects the contentment and bliss Key feels, because he can finally be alone with Jonghyun. He nods signalizing his boyfriend that he’s forgiven.
The white haired male comes over to his bed, but not before he closes the door behind him. Key stands up and meets him in the middle of the room and Jonghyun immediately embraces him with his strong, warm arms. A relieved sigh leaves Key’s lips. How long has he been waiting for something like that by now? He practically clings to the other male who chuckles at the reaction. “I missed you,” Jonghyun says with a soft voice and the happiness crashing down over Key is overwhelming. How can only a few words make him so happy?
"I missed you too." Key buries his face in the crook of Jonghyun's neck and breathes in the unique scent of his handsome boyfriend.
“Sorry it took so long.” Jonghyun’s hand draws little circles on Key’s back. The other hand slowly glides along his side, up his neck and to his chin, guiding it closer to Jonghyun’s lips. The feline boy’s eyes fall shut on the way and he melts into the kiss. Innocent and gentle – that’s what it can be described as. Key opens up and clenches the fabric over the others chest. Another reason why he has been so frustrated is, because he wanted to feel his boyfriend. By now it has been 64 days since they last touched each other and Key is yearning for attention.
He steps back again, guiding them to his bed. Jonghyun grins against his lips when he realizes what’s on the blonde’s mind. Key can’t wait any longer and it is the perfect opportunity. Minho and Taemin are not home and Onew is sleeping. As he bumps against the edge of his bed he lets himself fall onto it, now looking up at his boyfriend, still holding onto the hem of his shirt.
Jonghyun smirks down at Key as he practically begs him with a pleading eyes to continue, leaving the other no other option than to lean down and merge their lips together in a passionate kiss.
Title: Genie In A Bottle
Pairing: Ontae
Length: 1,500 words
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, romance
Summary: Taemin only has one wish.
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Taemin shudders when he feels warm fingers lightly gracing his cold skin, slowly running down his forearm to his wrist before wandering back up to the crook his arm. Jinki's hands are usually warm like this whereas Taemin's are cold and clammy. He doesn't understand why Jinki still entwines their finger every time they're together. Why he doesn't mind the feeling of ice under his fingertips whenever he traces Taemin's skin like he does right now. Why he even looks at him with those tender brown eyes that Taemin thinks he's not deserving of.
And still he would lose himself in Jinki's eyes if he could just stare at them forever. Because looking away means losing the only proof he's ever been loved.
Abhorrence. It shines so clearly in his mother's eyes, this time as well. And yet he will look again, because he sees the way other mother's look at their children and it sparks the hope that perhaps this time he will find that same look in his mother's eyes. A hope that is meant to be crushed. Taemin knows it is, because he has no memory of love. He doesn't know how it feels or what it looks like. And yet he keeps searching for it, trying to mend the hole in his heart.
It hurts, it hurts so much, but he doesn't dare to tell his mother, scared she would yell at him again for annoying her. He really doesn't want to annoy her. So he keeps his mouth shut and reserves his tears for the night, when he's alone with his dreams and unspoken wishes.
In the end even those turn into nightmares.
Lips at his neck, planting soft kisses and leaving red marks. Taemin tips his head to side, check pressing into the pillow, as he willingly exposes himself to the feeling of Jinki's mouth traveling over his skin. When he reaches Taemin's lips he stops for brief moment. ”You're so beautiful,” he whispers before he kisses Taemin breathless.
Taemin loves hearing those words and he loves the fact Jinki is the one to say them. Even though they sound like lies to his ears. But he's grown to prefer lies over the truth anyway for they're like dreams; a way out of the pain of reality. A Reality in which he is lonely. Where a bleak, unfriendly room is what he wakes up to and gray walls stare back at him, mocking him as though to say that this is all his home will ever be. Every morning anew, every day without exception.
His mother's grip is painful as she relentlessly drags him along the stony path. Her steps are too long for his short legs to follow, making him stumble after her. By now, his bony wrist hurts and his weak legs ache, but none of this can compare to the feeling inside his chest when the orphanage comes into sight. Fear, desperation and an odd apprehension of the situation despite his young age. They all mingle, and form the picture of a reality worse than Taemin's scariest nightmares.
It's a daunting, old building with rotten white walls and a high, black fence made to keep intruders out and its residents in. Raising his head, he looks at his mother's eyes for the last time, hoping that maybe he's wrong and it's all just a misunderstanding. Maybe she loves him after all. But the look in her eyes hasn't changed and it's this image of indifference that burns itself into his memory; the last thing he sees before she turns her back at him forever.
When she walks away his heartbroken sobs echo through the empty hallway like a representation of the pain he's never dared to utter.
Taemin loves the story of the genie in a bottle. The Jinn that grants the one who finds his lamp three wishes. He has always dreamed of finding such a special lamp one day, because if he did his life wouldn't be as horrible as it is. He doesn't even need three wishes, only one. He isn't greedy, wouldn't wish for money or a castle or a thousand more wishes. He'd just asks to be someone else.
The orphanage is as unkind as anyone has ever made it to be. People are uncaring and strict, the kids miserable, and Taemin feels more alone than he has thought was possible. With the years passing by, he learns that love is a luxury that isn't meant for his eyes. Meant for him. Instead, he gets to experience the cruelty of the world around him. The caretakers who couldn't care less about him as well as the kids who call him names, scoffing and laughing. The bruises they leave on his body heal, the ones they leave on his soul never do. With a single word they manage to give him a thousand reasons to loathe himself and after some time he starts to believe that what they say is true.
When he lays in bed at night, curled into himself, he wishes he wouldn't have to feel so awful. He wishes people would stop treating him with so much repulsion. He wishes for the pain to stop. Taemin has a lot of wishes, but it's a particular phrase that turns them into no more than a single one.
“You shouldn't have been born.” He cries hearing that. Cries because it's the truth. It sets an end to his constant wondering why, and makes him see what he's been missing all this time: it's not them, it's him. He only has himself to blame for the pain he feels, because if he wasn't Lee Taemin his mother would have loved him, and the kids in the orphanage wouldn't laugh at him for being so skinny, and he wouldn't have to feel like he's worthless.
Ever since all he wishes for at night is to be someone else.
It makes sense, an explanation he understands. But then Jinki came into his life and rendered the only logic Taemin knew void, leaving him confused and vulnerable once again.
There is no reason to the way Jinki's hands move over his body with utmost delicacy, fingers pressing into the spot right above his hip bone as he pulls him closer. There is no logical explanation to the gentleness of his kiss when Taemin trembles underneath him, barely repressed whimpers escaping his lips with every wave of pleasure rolling over him. They soon turn into hitched moans, sounds as foreign as the feeling behind them. It's a sensation unlike anything Taemin has ever known, the warmth that spreads through his body unfreezing the ice in his bones.
This is what Jinki does, making him feel warm and secure. It's what he's been doing from the first moment on that he saw Taemin that faithful day on the bridge.
The pouring rain has drenched the man's trench coat and some wet strands of auburn hair are sticking to his forehead. Taemin thinks that he looks too wealthy and sophisticated to walk around without an umbrella.
Considering he could be a journalist or maybe even a young businessman, it is a strange sight. But at the same time Taemin doesn't want to avert his gaze.
He doesn't want to look at the black abyss of water rushing under his feet, ready to swallow him if he just takes the last step. He doesn't want to think of the pain of drowning as it will solely lead to fear and fear can easily take away that little bit of courage he has right now. It shouldn't be that hard, Taemin thinks. He shouldn't hesitate for so long. But somehow his limbs are frozen, a cold reaching so deep it paralyzes him. He watches the raindrops hit his naked arms, gathering on pale skin before dripping to the ground, and he closes his eyes.
It's in that moment that he is ready to die.
It would have taken him no more than a small step to end it all. Because there are no Jinns in magic lamps to fulfill his wish, no miracles he is worthy of experiencing. Or so he thought. When he feels a warm hand gripping his wrist, pulling him back and away from his expected grave, it's like he's dreaming. Jinki had stared at him with horror and disbelief written on his face. Taemin had only seen the kindness in his eyes.
The same kindness that he feels whenever he's together with the man who saved his life. Lee Jinki who sees the things in Taemin others overlook. Who melts away the cold in his heart, and heals the bruises of his soul with a single touch, a simple kiss or three little words.
“I love you,” he breathes when he sees the tears in Taemin's eyes. “Please, don't cry.”
Taemin wants to tell him that those are happy tears, because he's finally found his genie in the bottle and got his true wish fulfilled. But then he thinks Jinki already knows.
Summary: “A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
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It was a game. He knew that. Everything was just a game, a creation of his mind, but it looked and felt so real. He had been warned that if he let it grasp him it sucks him in, body and soul. That was exactly what was happening right now. He had been careless and now he had to pay. Mindlessly he ran down the hall. Where is this going? Where? Minho was already panting hard from the speed he rushed through the alleys with. Where was he? Where was this place? Where did he have to go?He was so confused. Finally he reached the end of the endless hall only to find himself at another crossroad, again. Left, right, left, right. Where should he go next?
“A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
This sentence echoed in his head over and over again. What did that have to do with his current situation? He was desperate and his hopes were shrinking to a minimum with every minute that passed by. Frustrated, he kicked the wall. He had lost track of where he was long ago. By now he was blindly running through identical corridors with only one destination, finding the exit and Kibum.
“I trust in you.” He remembered the dark brown orbs sadly gazing back at him as he had entered the huge doors. Minho was at his end, he needed to get out of here. Frantically he pushed a hand through his hair, fisting it in rage; rage about his own stupidity. Hot tears left the corner of his eyes and he crouched down to the floor.
These endless halls where exhausting. Everything looked like out of an old story. Old pictures showed families neatly posing for the camera. Black and white shots with antic looking landscapes and rooms were hanging side by side, covering the whole wall. Every inch was covered with dark wood. The ceiling, the floor, the walls. Here and there was a tiny light giving off a warm glow which had a suffocating effect on Minho. It felt like eternity, the time he had already spent here. His dry throat was killing him and the only thing that kept him going was Kibum. He was waiting for him to return, standing in the bright hall in front of the door, waiting and believing in him.
Sweat ran down his temples. Tiredness and exhaustion overwhelming him, he leaned back and with the help of the gravitation he fell into a sitting position against the wall. Hands still buried in his hair, he drained his brain for another clue, a tiny hint he might have overlooked. Something, anything that might help him find a way out of this labyrinth. By now his hot, angry tears had turned into miserable, sad and frustrated ones.
“Stay focused. I need you. Come back safe.”
The day before when he had decided to do this task and talked to Kibum, the blonde had taken his face into his hands, locking eyes with him making sure that Minho would look at him. His eyes had sparkled from tears, but they had shown him the trust the other had in him.
He breathed in and out, calming his strained nerves.
“A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
Minho wiped the tears away and looked up again. A feather. He looked around maybe there was a feather somewhere. On the pictures maybe? Just like in all the other identical halls there were only family portraits and landscapes pictured. No feather. Controllable by the wind. He was standing in the dimly lit, stuffy corridor, the end not even in sight; most likely it ended in a crossroad again. Wind. There was no wind in these god damn halls. The only thing that could give him a hint were the pictures, so he inspected them again. There had to be something, it had to be!
“I’m here, I’ll wait right here,” it echoed through his head. Kibum would never leave him; he knew that and this certainty gave him even more reason to escape from this labyrinth. The other male had had tears in his eyes and Minho had wanted nothing more than stretch his hand out and wipe them away. But Kibum wasn’t with him right now. The desperation and anger inside him rose again, but before they could take hold of his mind again he shook them away. He couldn’t give up right now. If he wanted to see Kibum happy again he would have to get out of here as fast as possible.
Once again he inspected the pictures. Very slowly he walked along the wall and looked at all the pictures, trying to connect them somehow or find a hint for his way out. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reached the next crossroad, as expected. He looked to his left where a beautiful picture of a young lady from the 80s hung. She stood in front of a big white house. It was a really fancy building and the young woman was beautiful as well. She had long black hair held back by a hair band and her long strands flew to the left as well as her dress. The long skirt was blown to the left. Apparently the wind was rather heavy when the picture was taken.
The wind!
He looked at the next picture. It was an open field of corn and the ears swayed in the soft breeze that was blowing. The next picture as well. The family picture showed a big group posing for the camera, but there was a small girl in front of the group moving to stand up and run; after her hat that was blown off her head. On the next picture as well and the next and the one that followed. On every picture there was something that was moved by the wind and the direction was the same. It was left, so left it was.
Minho turned back and ran down the hall to the crossroad he had come from earlier. He stopped and looked at the pictures. Hope rose inside of him, he was finally getting out of here. Finally he would be able to see his beloved Kibum again, embrace him, wipe away these tears that left his eyes and tell him everything was going to be alright. Even a little smile tugged at the corner of his lips and the energy he had searched for suddenly was back. He felt alive again, adrenaline cursing through his veins, causing his heart to pick up a faster pace.
The pictures showed him the way and for the first time since he had entered this mess of corridors he felt he was right, not like he was walking in circles. But even though he was now sure that he was right, it took an eternity to finally get to the point he felt he was near the exit.
He thought about Kibum again, like he had done the whole time. The other male was the only reason he fought so hard to get back. His sparkling eyes when Minho came home, the bright smile that showed every time he had done something for him, whether it was a text message, saying ‘I miss you’ or that he came home earlier. Kibum was always cheerful. He was the sun in Minho’s dull life, giving him the spirit to live through everything. Minho could do anything as long as Kibum was by his side.
Minho stopped in his tracks and also his thoughts were interrupted, because the end of this corridor wasn’t a crossroad, it were stairs. Now he was absolutely sure that he was leaving here. This was the way out. Minho started running again and didn’t care about the stairs. He took two at a time, skipping as much as possible. It was a really long staircase, but Minho couldn’t stop. His lungs already protested, claiming a break from the running, needing more oxygen. He didn’t stop. Kibum. Kibum. Kibum. That was everything that filled his mind in this moment. The dim light from the corridors was chased away by a brighter light and the air was replaced by a fresher one, making it much easier to breath.
Finally he reached the top end of the stairs and stopped again. Minho was facing a massive two wing door. He only saw the silhouette, because there was a really bright light shining from behind the door and he slowly reached his hand out for the door handle. His fingers were slightly shaking as they gripped the cold metal and a shiver ran down his spine. He was going to do that. He would open this door and finally see Kibum again, coming back to him as promised.
The handle smoothly went down under his hand and the door heavily opened up. Minho was welcomed with a very bright light blinding him and he squeezed his eyes to little slits, holding an arm in front of his face to see better. Still there was nothing but light in front of him.
Suddenly his hand was hesitantly squeezed and he was surprised, because there was nobody next to him. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes started to adjust to the light and his surrounding got clearer. Right next to him was Kibum and the heavy feeling that he could have done something wrong and still wasn’t out was immediately erased. A small smile stole his way to his lips and Kibum returned it ten times brighter, a small tear of joy leavening his eyes.
“Minho,” he breathed out. His face mirrored pure relieve and happiness and Minho wanted to cup his cheek with the hand that was not held by Kibum. He couldn’t stretch it too far when he felt a sting in his hand. Confused, he averted his gaze from Kibum’s face and noticed the rest of the room. He lay in a hospital room everything decorated in white and at the back of his hand there was a transfusion.
“I knew you’d come back. I’m so happy.” Kibum held Minho’s hand up to his own face and softly placed it against his cheek, closing his eyes. He looked so incredibly glad that Minho was with him again.
“Of course, I’ll always be there with you,” Minho answered tenderly. His gaze focused on Kibum again, taking his whole presence in. He kind of looked drained out and exhausted, but at the same time so happy and relieved. What had that place been? The corridors, the pictures, the stuffy air, the wind – had it all just been a creation of his mind? Minho closed his eyes for a second to get the confusion to fade away. The most important thing was that he was with Kibum again and that was all that counted in the end.
Title: Letter
Pairing: Onkey
Length : 264 words
Rating: PG
Genre: angst
Summary: When Onew recieves a short but serious letter from his boyfriend.
The paper in his hand weighted tons. Even though he didn’t know what was inside the envelop, it couldn’t be something good. Slowly he turned the letter, opening it with shaking hands. It contained only one little piece of folded paper. It read.
Dear Jinki,
I’m sorry.
The white surface only showed these five words written in the most beautiful handwriting. Reminding him of the person it belonged; the person that should be here right now. What was the meaning of this? Where was Key? What is he sorry for?
Without thinking the letter slipped out his hands and he grabbed his jacket, leaving for Kibum’s. He had to clear this up. His thoughts went wild, recalling everything they talked about in the past month. Jinki tried to remember what he could have missed, something important, but he couldn’t. He was running by now, reaching Key’s apartment in almost no time.
“Key?” His voice sounded confused even a little edge of fear audible. The apartment answered him with silence. It was dead silent. Onew tried again and called out for Kibum, his voice growing more desperate with every call. There was no answer. He made his way through the apartment, looked in every room, checked every corner. The last room was Keys bedroom. Onew slowly opened the door, peeking inside.
He didn’t know what he had expected. Maybe some horrible scene from there thriller movies but what he saw was Kibum laying in his bed, sleeping, not noticing the small orange cup on his nightstand and the fact that Key wasn’t moving at all.
Title: Train
Pairing: Jongkey
Length : 743 words
Rating: PG
Genre: slight fluff, romance
Summary: Finally Key comes back to his beloved one.
The picture of the boy illuminated the background of Key’s phone. He had kept staring at it for at least half an hour, never getting tired of the huge smile on the face of its owner. He loved how his hair was all messed up and his eye slightly squeezed together from the smile. Key had caught himself staring at the boy’s lips, knowing how kissable they where, so soft, so tasty, so gorgeous, taking him to heaven every time they touched his own.
Now his phone was lying on the table in front of him, his background still alight. His head rested against the backrest of the train seat, gaze directed out of the window, watching the landscapes rushing along. A little smile crept on his lips at the thought of the brown haired boy from the picture.
The train slowed down and came to a halt at a foreign train station. Key rumbled around his bag, searching for his earphones. Normally his bag was in a neat order but today there hadn’t been time for his usual tidiness. He got up earlier than usual, showered, picked out an outfit appropriate for the occasion. Looking overdressed wasn’t good but he didn’t want to seem like he wasn’t excited to meet either. Key was excited to no end. Even as he entered the train he couldn’t keep still, busying his hands with the hem of his shirt or his phone, with uselessly playing with pictures, scrolling through his collection of photos. In the end he had sorted them out into folders. One entire section filled with selcas and another with pictures of him and his boyfriend, Jonghyun. The third big section was Jonghyun pics only, and out of this folder he had chosen his background picture.
Completely captivated by his thoughts he hadn’t noticed that a young girl, around his age, took the seat next to him. A short look at her told Key that she was beautiful and her smile only added to her beauty. Looking back at her stuff, the girl’s gaze wandered over his phone. Finally Key found his earphones, and so the rest of the travel went by with calming harmony of the music playing in his ears. Usually this was a very effective method to calm his nerves, but somehow it didn’t work today. He noticed that the girl looked over several times. What a pity that he wasn’t interested in girls. As a voice announced that they’re reaching his destination the girl finally spoke up.
“Is that your boyfriend?” She pointed at Key’s phone, now in his hand, showing a close up of Jonghyun ginning in the camera. Key was standing in the passage between the rows of seats, now turning to the girl in surprise but she just seemed interested. The weight of his luggage tugged his shoulder down, but he didn’t move. An affectionate smile made its way to his lips before he gave her a short nod, signaling that he understood. The train came to a halt again and the voice announced that they arrived and that all passengers should look after their luggage.
“Keep him close”, she said with a tender yet kind of sad tone and hold one hand over her heart. Key nodded again and wondered why she sounded so sad. He looked over his shoulder, maybe he could spot Jonghyun somewhere, but apparently he wasn’t there yet.
“I will.” Key righted his handbag strap over his shoulder and took his suitcase, hurrying to the exit. As he stepped outside he looked to both sides trying to find his lover. He had sent him the text where and when he was coming right? Worry crossed Key’s mind. Was he the only one who was overly excited to meet up again? He had barely been able to sleep that night, the prospect of finally seeing each other again after being separated for a month just too exciting. And Jonghyun wasn’t there?
No. As the crowed dissolved, away from the platform, Key could make out his lover. Jonghyun stood there, all gorgeous as ever, hands in his pockets, looking at Key with his longing puppy eyes. Key’s heart melted and he fell in love all over again. His thoughts went back to the girl’s words: ‘keep him close’. And without thinking his bag dropped to the floor and he run to his beloved, who was holding his arms open in a welcoming gesture.
Summary: Key has to go the a sommercamp like every year, but this time it's going to be different.
Key eyed the kids scurrying around him, their bags over their shoulders.
They already got acquainted to each other, chatting happily. He stood there, kind of helpless, with his much too big suitcase, because his parents had deported him to this summer camp just like every year. A bunch of log cabins at a lake. What was so good about that? He didn’t want to be here. He would much rather be in the city with his friends and spend the day hanging out, but instead of that he had to do some stupid free time activities he didn’t like.
He was ripped out of his thoughts by a duffle bag hitting his head, but as he turned around, a sassy comment already on the tip of his tongue, he looked into a pair of dark brown orbs, staring at him with a not really apologetic but enticing expression.
“Sorry man”, said the very good looking guy. Key just nodded, his gaze scanned the other’s figure. His opponent was well built with huge biceps and dark skin, dressed in jeans and a loose tank-top that emphasized his muscles. He passed Key without another comment and the blonde couldn’t help but stare after him. The smirk the other male had worn was so hot something inside Key tangled together, creating a long missed heat.
The crowd around him gradually cleared up, everyone busy unpacking and getting used to the new surroundings. Key finally managed it to tug his suitcase to the last log cabin. He wanted to be alone, not getting annoyed by some kid make some stupid stuff or noises during sleep.
The door creaked awfully as he entered the house. Great, there already was a bag on one of the beds, indicating that he wouldn’t be alone. On second glance Key recognized that bag and the excitement in the pit of his stomach gathered again. This duffle belonged to the guy that hit him earlier. He went over to the second bed and put his stuff down, falling onto the mattress with a sigh.
“It’s you again.” Key’s head pooped up turning to the voice. The guy was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, deducing from his wet hair and the water that was dripping on his chest, making its way further down his bare skin. How for heaven’s sake could a person look so gorgeous? “I’m Jonghyun.” The guy, Jonghyun, made his way over to Key, holding out his hand. The latter introduced himself after a little moment of embarrassing silence during which he stared at the Adonis approaching him.
“Nice to meet you.” The smirk on Jonghyun’s face was literally sparkling and the chuckle that followed as he added an ‘again’ to Key’s sentence was enchanting.
This was going to be a great summer.
Summary: They say change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn.
They say change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn. You don’t notice it and can’t do anything about it.Jinki never expected one person to change his life and that he wouldn’t notice it until said person already left again, just like the wind changes.
He led a normal and decent life, studied literature at a highly promoted university, had his daily routine, worked part time at a cute little café to earn some extra money, had a few friends with no one too close and he lived in a nice and cozy apartment in a favorable neighborhood. His perspectives were great.
His grandmother often had told him stories and legends about the wind. The glisten in her eyes and the excitement in her voice was always something Jinki admired. She had told him the boldest stories about men and women falling in love, living through adventures and everything was connected to the wind. Because with the breezes something invaded their lives and before they even realized what it was, it was gone, leaving them longing for more. But you can’t tame something you can’t see so they had to accept their fate and maybe if they’re lucky the stormy breezes bring back what they’re wishing for.
After another afternoon with his grandmother Jinki spend a lot of thoughts on the issue love, because the way his grandmother told those stories made them come alive. Colorful pictures of dancing leaves and chirping birds crossed his mind making him drown in his own imagination. Together with his grandmother’s words it created a whole new shimmering world.
Jinki awoke from his daydreaming as he turned on the corner to his apartment building. There was a person standing right before the entrance, looking up the 3 story building.
“Can I help you?” he asked politely making the young boy turn to him. His hair was lightly touching his shoulders and put behind his ear on one side. He only had a suitcase standing next to him and a sheet of paper in his hand. He asked if that was the right address pointing on the paper, showing Jinki’s address only with another apartment number and he told him that he was right with the address.
“I’m Lee Taemin by the way.” The others voice sounded all smooth and melodic to Jinki’s ears and as he took Taemin’s hand giving him his name, the last words of his grandmother brushed his mind. Never would he have thought of the full meaning behind them.
“Be careful and watch out for your heart, the wind changed to east.”
