hi, i'm cass and it appears that you found my writing blog
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I like… am not satisfied with this at all,, but yeah,, too lazy to rewrite so enjoy or smth uwu thanks to @jjongsta for betaing and listening to me whine
“Jjong! Jonghyun!”
Jonghyun immediately froze when he heard his name being called throughout the streets. Despite it being years since he had last heard it, he could recognize that voice everywhere. It undoubtedly belonged to a person from his past, a past he longed to forget. Other people usually described the voice as warm, welcoming. People said that they felt safe and at home whenever they heard that voice, but Jonghyun had always, strangely, associated that voice with a peculiar feeling of constant, unexplainable anxiety and feelings of inadequacy.
“Where are you going?” The voice asked, causing Jonghyun to come to a half with a hand on the door handle.
“I’m going to see Minho. He got the keys to his new apartment yesterday and I promised that I’d help him move.” Jonghyun explained, a light shiver running down his spine as he’s met with a sigh and an expression that’s normally reserved to kids when they don’t understand what they’re being told.
“He’s only using you, Jjong.”
“That’s not-”
“When did you last see Minho, without him needing your help?” The voice cut him off and asked coldly.
“That's…” Jonghyun’s began before turning quiet. Maybe he was on to something. He and Minho did hang out less than before.
In the end, Jonghyun texted Minho that something had come up and that he couldn’t help with the moving.
Despite that, Jonghyun had loved the owner of the voice. Deeply and unconditionally loved him. And he had believed that he was loved too. Whenever he had felt anxious, he had blamed it on his clinical anxiety and depression instead of this person. He didn’t even need to tell himself that he was happy together with them, he truly believed that it had been the perfect relationship. He really had loved the other and their voice. Until it from out of nowhere, disappeared from his life.
Jonghyun had broken down. A pillar in his life was no longer present and he was lost. He was used to having that voice guide him, tell him what to do, and suddenly it was gone. His already frail mental health had crumbled completely. He had almost been at the end of his rope, but had somehow managed to pull through. Once that voice was no longer a constant part of his life, he was able to realize that it did him no good.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing, Jjong?”
Jonghyun immediately turned his back to the stove and looked at the owner of the voice. “I… I’m cooking dinner.”
“Is that so?” Jonghyun received in return and watched as the person stepped closer to look at the food in making.
“You’re doing it wrong.”
“Oh.” Jonghyun let out a disappointed sound, teeth digging into his lower lip.
“Can’t you really do anything right? This is so annoying. Go set the table and I’ll see if I can save this disaster.”
Jonghyun swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat, head hanging low as he trotted off to do as he was told.
Jonghyun had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he would ever get to hear this voice again. But yet, there it was. Calling out for him in the middle of the busy street. He could feel it. It came slowly at first, but eventually it took over his entire body. That same kind of unexplainable and constant anxiety he always felt whenever that voice was present. He was shaking, ever so slightly when he turned around to meet the owner of the voice.
Jinki.
Jonghyun released a breath he didn’t know that he had been holding. It’s actually Jinki, standing there, right in front of him. He had lost weight since Jonghyun last saw him and his hair has gotten a bit longer, but it’s still Jinki. His head was tilted slightly to the side as he took in Jonghyun’s form, eyes crinkling together as he smiled brightly. Jonghyun felt his knees grow a bit weaker at that smile. That’s the smile he fell in love with. The smile that’s able to compete with the sun in terms of brightness.
“Jinx, you’re home!” Jonghyun beamed as Jinki entered their living room, immediately jumping off from his place on the couch and excitedly ran to his lower, leaning up on his tiptoes as he pulled him into a soft kiss.
“Oh… Is there something wrong?” Jonghyun asked once pulled away after noticing the Jinki didn’t reciprocate the kiss. He gave the other a worried look, now noticing he was wearing a sour expression as well.
Jinki couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Jonghyun, “No, Jonghyun. Everything is fine,” He answered in a harsh voice.
“But you’re not smiling.” Jonghyun frowned softly.
“Jeez, Jonghyun, leave me alone. I don’t have to smile all the fucking time.”
Jonghyun widened his eyes a bit in shock but nodded slowly, “I guess you’re right… Sorry.”
“It really is you, Jjong! I thought you had died!” Jinki said cheerfully.
This got Jonghyun’s attention and a frown spread across his face, “No, I’m not. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Jinki’s smile faltered a moment before it returned full force, “Why’d you say something like that Jonghyun? I’d never want you dead.”
Jonghyun didn’t respond, too hung up on Jinki’s words, he didn’t?
“Why’d I want you dead, Jonghyun? I care about you,” He continued.
“You’re lying.” Jonghyun let out a quiet, bitter laugh. Jinki didn’t care, he never did. That’s why he left Jonghyun. That’s why he treated him the way he did. Jinki didn’t care about Jonghyun when they were together, so why would he care now?
“I’m telling you the truth, Jjong,” Jinki argued and frowned softly, “Why don’t you believe me? I’ve always cared about you and I still care about you.”
“Really?” Jonghyun asked as he narrowed his eyes, carefully examining Jinki’s face too see if he found any traces of dishonesty. He didn’t. Maybe, Jinki did care after all.
“Yes, Jjong! I know, I was a dick for leaving so suddenly,” Jinki sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I have a reason. Let me make it up to you, okay? There’s a nice cafe down the street, let’s go there and I’ll explain everything, okay?”
Jonghyun bit down on his lower lip as he stared at the hand that Jinki held out for him. He seemed to be genuinely sorry. Maybe, Jonghyun had over-exaggerated the things he remembered from their relationship. It was Jinki after all. Jinki who was all warm smiles and soft words.
Hello! I was wondering if you could please write 38: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” for 2min? I also wanted to say that I'm in love with your writing even though I just found your blog yesterday <3
Thank you so muhc for your kind words! <3 <3
Ahhh, I’m sorry it took me this long to write and I’m not really too fond of 2min, but it’s there if you squint a bit uwu
What was he even doing here? Minho bit down on his lower lip as he nervously glanced at the shop front. It wasn't too late to back out and forget everything about this. Except, he couldn't. Jonghyun would immediately find out and chew Minho out again. He could vaguely remember how he had gotten into this mess. He'd gone out with Jonghyun to drink and at some point throughout the night they'd began talking about Jonghyun’s love for piercings and tattoos. Which then had let to Jonghyun complain about ‘how fucking vanilla’ Minho was and before he had realized it, Jonghyun had convinced him to get a piercing, his treat and all. The only catch was that Jonghyun got to decide what kind, though he had promised it wouldn't be in the face or genitalia. Minho feared it was a nipple piercing.
Taking a deep breath, Minho gathered up his courage and pushed open the shop door open and stepped inside. A small bell above the door chimed, announcing his presence. Minho looked around as he stepped further into the shop; the door automatically closing behind him. The front part of the shop had a desk, which currently wasn't occupied, two black leather couches and the walls were decorated with sketches of tattoos and pictures of finished tattoos.
Minho was so busy admiring the sketches that he hadn't noticed the male coming out from the back of the shop. He yelped in surprise as the other let out a fake cough to get his attention.
“Can I help you?”
Minho immediately redirected his attention to the owner of the voice, eyes quickly skimming over his frame. He was just slightly shorter than Minho, wearing all black and his light blonde hair styled to the side, with dark roots starting to show. He sported several ear piercings which Minho didn’t even know the names of and a septum.
“Can I help you?” He asked again as a sly smile spread across his lips as he eyed Minho.
“Ehm, yes. My names Minho; Choi Minho.” Minho told; fidgeting a bit, “Kim Jonghyun booked me a session, payed forward and all.”
“Ah, yeah, I remember Jjong telling us about you.” The sly smirk on the other’s lips just grew as he extended his hand towards Minho, “I’m Kibum, I’m the one who’s gonna pierce you.”
Minho couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the look he was receiving, but took Kibum’s hand nonetheless, hoping that his palm wasn’t sweaty and that his hand wasn’t shaking.
“Follow me,” Kibum motioned with his hand and lead Minho into the back area of the shop. “Did Jjong tell you what you were gonna get?”
“No. He just promised it wouldn’t be in the face nor in my genitals.” Minho answered and looked around in the room. It was in the same style as the front room, white walls plastered with different sketches, two tattoo chairs and an examination couch, similar to the ones that were at a doctors office.
“Ohoho? Who’s this, Bum?” A male slouching in one of the tattoo chairs perked up as the pair entered. Just like Kibum he was dressed in all black and his platinum hair was short in the sides and the long hair at the topped pushed back.
“This is Minho, the scaredy cat Jonghyun told us about.” Kibum answered with a grin before he looked at Minho and motioned towards the other male, “This is Taemin. Our tattoo artist.”
“Hey!” Taemin offered Minho a grin as pushed himself off the chair and walked closer to the other two as Kibum told Minho to sit down on the couch before he found his tools and put on a pair of disposable latex gloves.
“Jonghyun told me to give you an industrial. Of course, if you really don't want that, we can give you something else.” Kibum told as he turned his attention back to Minho; who looked like he could faint any moment now.
“N-no. Industrial is fine.” Minho managed to say; unable to look away from the needle that Kibum had found.
“If you say so. You're just gonna get a simple barbell as starter.” Kibum informed as he cleaned Minho's ear and then grabbed his sharpie, leaning closer to Minho and marking two spots on his ear before he reached for his mirror; showing it to Minho, “Is this position fine?”
The other just nodded; not trusting his voice enough to give a proper answer.
“Do you want me to tell you when I do it or just surprise you?” Kibum asked as he grabbed the needle.
“J-Just do it.”
Kibum hummed in response and shared a look with Taemin who'd only been watching the exchange quietly; although he was sporting a shit eating grin. Kibum couldn't help but roll his eyes; Taemin always got a kick out of customers that were scared.
Kibum brought the needle to Minho’s ear and looked one last time at his expression before he pressed it against the skin and the pointy end pierced through it. Minho visibly tensed and let out a small gasp but Kibum just pushed the needle always through and then put the jewelry in place.
“Halfway done.” He told the now pale Minho; as he checked the angle of the jewelry before he made the second hole and pushed the jewelry through that as well. He screwed on the small ball and disinfected the area once more before he stepped back.
“That's it big boy, you're all done.”
Minho just nodded weakly and squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to make the world stop spinning.
“You alright?” Kibum asked him in a concerned manner, watching as Minho grabbed onto the edge of the couch and took a few deep breaths. Minho nodded in response and opened his eyes after a full minute or two.
“Yeah. I'm fine.”
He wasn't. The world went black the second he pushed himself off the couch.
When he came to himself he was lying down on the couch, Kibum and Taemin watching him with a worried expression. He shifted until he was sitting up straight and leaning back against the wall.
“What happened?” Minho asked as he accepted the lollipop Kibum handed him, with the words of him needing to get his blood sugar up.
“You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to extremes,” A wide grin spread across Taemin’s face. This made colour return to Minho’s face, although it was in the form of a blush.
“Ah really?” Minho let out a nervous chuckle before he popped the lollipop into his mouth. “How long was I out for?”
“Around ten minutes, I called Jonghyun after three minutes. He’s on his way.” Kibum explained and looked guilty as Minho let out a loud groan. Jonghyun would never let him live this down.
A low buzzing noise rang through the room and Kibum pulled his phone from his pants. “Speak of the devil, he’s outside now.”
“We’re gonna walk you out,” Taemin told and watched carefully as Minho got down from the couch, ready to catch him in case he fainted again, but Taemin was vary nonetheless. Kibum went ahead and told Taemin to go over the proper way to care for a piercing before he slipped out the door, probably to flirt with Jonghyun. Taemin just rolled his eyes and moved behind the counter, rummaging for a while before he found a piece of paper and a piercing aftercare spray.
“All information is technically on the paper, but Imma run through it anyway. Just, clean it 4-ish times a day with this,” He waved the aftercare spray, “on a q-tip or whatever. Some people spray it directly on. Don’t touch it without washing your hands first. Other people ain’t allowed to touch, lick, kiss it or whatever either. We don’t recommend that you change the piercing for 3 months. It’s gonna be sore, slightly bloody and shit like that in the beginning, but that’s pretty normal. Sleeping on that side and wearing headphones is gonna hurt for a while, but that’s normal too. Watch out for an allergic reaction and if it gets infected them come back.” It was clear on the way Taemin spoke, that he had given this speech a lot of times before.
Minho nodded repetitively trying to remember all the information that was being slung at him.
“If you got questions or concerns, then just come back.” Taemin said with a small smile and Minho nodded as he took the aftercare spray and the piece of paper with all the information he needed. He thanked Taemin quietly and then walked out the store, painfully aware of the pain in his right ear.
It wasn’t until he was seated in Jonghyun’s car he noticed the phone number that was scribbled at the bottom of the paper, along with a with a ‘text me - taem’ followed by a winking smiley.
Maybe, getting this piercing wasn’t that bad an idea after all.
"being locked in a room or trapped in a small space" jongyu please omg my jongyu feels are back cuz of you
Heyyyy! Look at me filling prompts sitting in my inbox for literally months I APOLOGIZE I’M HORRIBLE AT THIS ;;;;;
Jonghyunthinks this is stupid. They’re in college, not middle school and yet here they are,playing seven minutes in a tiny little closet. But what he thinks is even morestupid is how flustered he is. It’salmost ridiculous and he knows it’s because of who he is in this closet with. Lee Jinki, holder of his affectionfor a good five months now. The two of them don’t really belong in the samesocial scene with him being an art kind of guy and Jinki being some swim teamdude. And if he’s honest, Jonghyun wouldn’t even be at this party if it wasn’t for his roommate dragging him along,claiming to not have anyone to go with – when the asshole clearly has plenty offriends there. All in all, it’s not long before they’re shoving the only twoopenly gays at the party in a closet – which is kind of ironic to him –claiming an impromptu game of seven minutes in heaven.
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667 words, pg, ice skating taekai! (a lil drabble i wrote for @ninimint bc i love them <3 <3
“You’re not so good at this are you?” Jongin asks, and the older boy gives a small pout. Jongin is holding onto his waist, rubbing small patterns there. His smile is a fond one, and Taemin’s grateful that even if he might bust his ass right here on this damned ice rink, that Jongin’s got him.
Best friends with secret feelings for each other AUs
(requested by anonymous)
“We’ve been best friends for years and barely ever argued although whenever we HAVE argued there’s always been this weird sexual tension and recently we’ve been arguing more and more even though we hardly ever disagree on anything oh my god what is HAPPENING just kiss me already or I swear one day I’m gonna do it myself” au
“I’ve had a crush on you FOREVER and recently we became friends but you’re always playfully slapping my butt and kissing me on the cheek etc and I have no idea if you actually like me and are just super bad at emotions or if you’re like that with everybody help” au
“You’re really sick/terminally ill and I know it would only hurt both of us to start a relationship now since you won’t be here forever or maybe even like another month so I’m just satisfying myself with spending every day I can with you, doing dumb shit like throwing candies at you and you trying to catch them in your mouth oh god I love you so much and little do I know but you feel the exact same way” au
“I was feeling really upset so you sat me down and looked me in the eyes and told me all the things you love about me and somehow it went from words of affirmation to the slowest, most intense kiss I’ve ever experienced but when it was over you just got up and pretended like nothing happened and now I don’t know what to do I think I might have legitimately just fallen in love with you?? !” au
“I’m super popular and you’re more of a loner and you probably think you have no chance with me which is really upsetting because I stg I’m just a nerd who never asked for this, I wish I could talk to you about this without it coming off badly, you intrigue me so damn much” au
“You’re generally a really tactile person and I’m naturally just not but with you I 100% embrace it and whenever people who know me see us together they give me the weirdest looks and tbh everyone knew before I did that I was in love with you oh shit wait what do you mean you aren’t touchy feely with everybody either…………” au
Mission: Either pick a starter (or 2 or 3 or 1500) or have people ask you to write a small thing in 300 words or less in response. You (or your followers) can pick whether you make it angsty or fluffy or smutty or whatever and who you’re writing about. Feel free to add starters!
Starters:
“I can’t sleep without you here…”
“I’m fine.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m not okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“I’m leaving…and I’m not coming back.”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“I never meant for it to go this far.”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“I’m never going to leave you.”
“Shh, you’re safe now.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was happy.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”
“Great, how are we supposed to get home now?”
“I hope you like scary movies!”
“You’re not gonna cry, are you?”
“I got the call last night…”
“Wow, I guess you really are that ticklish.”
“I tried to surprise you, but I spilled your coffee on the way over…”
“Do you wanna get out of here?”
“Did you hear something?”
“Shh, I think I hear something.”
“You smell really nice.”
“I wish you would talk to me.”
“I need you to talk to me.”
“Can you hear me?”
“Please don’t do this…”
“You won’t miss me.”
“I wish I never met you.”
“I wish I met you sooner.”
“You wanna go back to my place?”
“You should think about what you’ve done.”
3103 words of taekai dedicated as a belated birthday gift to my wonderful @shineeisbae ;; - ;; im sorry im so late love!! i hope you like it anyway <3 ~
it’s a continuation of 23:24 ~ its a bit cracky at some point, but i tried my best to keep them in character regardless, tho i still know close to nothing abt jongin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
also thanks to @jonghyoney for betaing and listening to me whine abt lack of ideas ;;
Taemin lets out a breathy moan, his body tense and heat coiling in the pit of his stomach. He desperately reaches out for something, anything, to hold onto as waves of pleasure run through his body. He’s moving his hips, needily grinding back against the three fingers Jongin is working inside of him and shallowly thrusting into the hand Jongin has wrapped around his length, his strokes tight and slow. Taemin gasps softly when he feels Jongin’s fingers brush against his prostate and he fists the sheets tightly. He hadn’t expected this when he had went home with Jongin last night, but he wasn’t going to complain. He’d always thought that Jongin was handsome and always had had kind of a lowkey crush on the younger colleague.
He shivers lightly as he feels Jongin press small kisses against his neck and he turns his head slightly, watching Jongin with dark eyes before the latter presses his lips against his own. Taemin lets out a low sigh and closes his eyes as he moves his lips against Jongin’s, the kisses a bit awkward because of their position, but he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. His breath hitches and gets caught in his throat as Jongin speeds up his movements, occasionally running his thumb across the angry red head of Taemin’s dick, smearing out the pre-cum. Taemin whimpers lightly into the kiss, warning Jongin that he is close now and this just urges Jongin further on. Taemin draws his eyebrows together, barely able to concentrate on kissing Jongin as he feels his climax build, just barely there-
Before it all disappears. Taemin blinks confused and squints his eyes against the blinding light, that just manages to seep through and opening between the two drawn curtains and shine him directly into the eyes. He glares offended at the window before a frown appears between his eyebrows. That is not his window.
In this moment, Taemin realizes three things. One: He’s not in his own bed, in his own apartment but instead in his handsome colleague - Jongin’s - apartment and in his bed. Two: Said male is currently sharing bed with him, pressed up against Taemin’s back and an arm wrapped around his waist and hand resting on his lower abdomen. Three: They're both hard.
Taemin can feel Jongin’s, presumably, morning wood against his ass and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make shivers of excitement and anticipation run through his body. He can also feel his own semi-hard dick, aching for attention in his underwear and he suddenly becomes aware of just how close Jongin is to touching his dick. He bites his lip and scoots backwards away from the hand. This only results in him wiggling his bum against Jongin’s crotch, the latter letting out a deep groan and tightening his hold on Taemin.
Fuck. That wasn't supposed to happen. Taemin groans softly and carefully removes Jongin’s arm from around his waist and scoots a bit away from the colleague, letting out a relieved sigh when he can no longer feel Jongin’s erection against his ass. Taemin goes tense when he hears Jongin groan behind him and feels him shuffle around, before he yawns loudly followed by the sound of him smacking his lips. Taemin closes his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing in an attempt to pretend to be asleep.
Another yawn sounds from behind him and he feels Jongin moving close again, once again wrapping an arm around his waist and nuzzle up against his backside. He can feel Jongin bury his face against his neck and Taemin can’t help the faint smile on his lips as Jongin, half asleep, presses an open mouthed kiss to his nape, before he very suddenly sits up in the bed.
Taemin can hear him curse quietly and it got a kind of devastating ring to it, that makes Taemin frown, worried.
"Taemin? Are you awake?" Jongin whispers and gently places a hand on Taemin's shoulder when he doesn't react, "Taemin, wake up." Jongin shakes him lightly and Taemin let's out a low nngh sound before he rolls onto his back and looks up at Jongin, who just smiles at him.
"I'm gonna go shower, feel free to help yourself to some breakfast. I still think there's some yoghurt left from last night." Jongin tells with a small smile before leaves the bed and heads for the bathroom and closes the door after him. After a while, Taemin can hear the shower turning on and he sits up in bed. He strips away the clothes he borrowed from Jongin last night and changes back into his own clothes. He runs a hand through his hair before he gets up and trots out of the bedroom and into the kitchen-slash-living room and does just as Jongin told him. He gets something to eat.
Taemin is comfortably snuggled up on Jongin's couch once the other emerges from the bathroom, fully dressed but his hair still moist from the shower. Taemin just grins at him and continues to eat his bowl of yogurt. Jongin smiles back at him and gets his own bowl and joins Taemin on the couch. They eat in silence and Taemin’s thoughts keeps drifting back to his dream and the feeling of waking up together with Jongin. They eventually finish their breakfast and Taemin offers Jongin to help with the dishes and after that he’ll be heading home to his own apartment. Before he leaves, he pats his pockets, making sure he got everything, wallet, apartment keys, metro card. Everything’s there. He smiles widely as he thanks Jongin for letting him sleep over and then heads home.
Taemin doesn’t hear Kibum the first couple of times he calls out for him, because of the loud music blasting throughout their entire apartment. When he had come home, his best friend-slash-roommate announced that he was going to hold an impromptu party. Impromptu or not, Kibum’s parties were always huge and a great time was always guaranteed.
“Taemin, Taemin! There’s someone at the door asking for you,” Kibum yells once he finally gets to Taemin, grabbing the younger’s wrist to get his attention.
“Who?” Taemin looks confused at the older, who just shrugs in response.
“I don't know. He just asked if you lived here and then if he could see you.” Kibum explains before he leaves Taemin again, returning to whatever he was doing before he was disturbed by whoever is at the door.
Taemin frowns softly in confusion as he makes his way to the front door, careful not to spill any of his drink nor get anything spilled on him by the various drunk guests. Taemin himself is not that drunk yet but definitely more than just tipsy. Just a few more drinks would result in him getting overly affectionate with the various guests at the party.
Out of all the people who could have showed up at his front door, Jongin was the last one Taemin would ever expect, yet it is still him who stands awkwardly in their hallway and peers into the rest of their apartment.
“Jonginnie?” Taemin looks a bit surprised, “What are you doing here? Not that I mind.” He grins at the younger, moving close.
“You forgot your phone at my apartment.” Jongin explains and shifts a bit, while smiling politely. “And I figured out you needed it so I called Mr. Kim to get your address so I could give it back to you.” He continues and fishes the phone out of his pocket and offers it to Taemin.
Taemin makes a little huh sound and takes the phone, shoving it into his the back pocket of his pants. “That’s really sweet of you, Jonginnie. Thank you.” He smiles widely at the younger, his speech a bit slurred because of his alcohol intake. “Are you busy? You should stay ~. Just for some time, Jonginnie.”
Jongin looks a bit hesitant but eventually agrees with Taemin, since he doesn't have any plans this evening. He barely manages to take off his jacket and hang it up before Taemin grabs his wrist and drags him further into the apartment, while talking about how much fun they're going to have.
“I wanna play beer pong, but I don’t anyone of these people, since they’re all Kibum’s friends and not mine and even if I did know them, you still had to be my partner, because it'd be a great way to get you liquored up and because you’re cute.” Taemin declares and gives Jongin a happy smile, which the latter reciprocates; smitten by Taemin's happy mood, although a bit taken by surprise because of the compliment. Taemin doesn't seem to notice as he is busy setting up the table, filling the plastic cups up halfway as two of Kibum’s friends comes over and ask if they can join. Taemin nods eagerly at them and quickly wraps up the preparations and the game begins. It doesn’t take long for Taemin and Jongin to realize that both their aims are shit and their competitors’ are brilliant.
The game ends quickly with Taemin and Jongin losing big time and when they get asked if they want to play another round they quickly excuse themselves and disappear in the crowd. Taemin’s giggling because of nothing in particular as he and Jongin sits down on the couch, Jongin on top of him due to lack of space on it, but neither of them mind.
“Jonginnie ~ I'm glad you came. Because Kibum is always inviting all these people that I don't know who they are, but then you showed up and suddenly I get to sit with a cute babe in my lap.” Taemin nods and attempts to give Jongin in a serious look but fails miserably, a wide smile spreading across his face.
Jongin beams at the compliment and asks, “I’m a cute babe?”
“The cutest and most babe-ly babe of them all,” Taemin giggles and gently squeezes Jongin’s waist and leans to rest his head on his shoulder.
“I’m glad I came too.” Jongin tells him, “my apartment was cold and lonely and I couldn't snuggle with you, but it's all solved now.” He looks down at Taemin with happy eyes, his cheeks a bit flushed but whether or not it was because of the alcohol is unknown, but it is probably a mixture of several things. Taemin looks super pleased with himself after hearing those words.
The two males keep on flirting with each other there on the couch, giggling and playfully shoving each other from time to time. Occasionally someone takes a shot together with them, but otherwise they're left alone. Drunkenly flirting with each other. That is, until the moment Kibum spots them.
“Lee Taemin! Why haven’t you told me that got a boyfriend?” He accuses loudly as he spots the two on the couch, quickly making his way to the couch, staring down at Taemin with a hand on his hip, while whining. “I thought I was your best friend! And then you don’t even tell me that you’re no longer single.”
Taemin looks confused up at Kibum for a second before he looks at Jongin, and then back at Kibum, an appalled expression covering his features.. “You’re right! I forgot to introduce you two!”
“Jonginnie, this is Kibum Hyung, my best friend and roommate. Kibum, this is my Jonginnie.” He says with a pride smile and squeezes the younger on his lap.
Jongin beams and reaches his hand out to Kibum. “I’m glad to meet you.” Both he, and Taemin seem to in their drunken state actually believe that they are together.
Kibum squints a bit at the two of them before he shakes Jongin’s hands, “Nice to meet you too. I hope you treat Taemin well, or else ~” Kibum’s smile is polite as he greets the other, but the look he gives Jongin clearly says that he is serious about his threat.
Jongin looks a bit taken aback by the threat and glances back at Taemin as if to ask if Kibum is serious, and he just laughs lightly and presses a kiss to Jongin’s shoulder before turning his attention to the eldest, “Don’t scare him away.” He pouts and Kibum’s laughs obnoxiously in response before patting Jongin on the head, while telling he is just kidding, ‘mostly’. He leaves them again with that comment, laughing obnoxiously.
“He kinda scares me a bit.” Jongin admits,following Kibum around the room with his eyes, before turning his attention to Taemin. “Actually, where's your bathroom? I need to pee,” he asks and stands up. Taemin explains him where his room, just telling him to use his toilet instead since it's most likely free. He nods in response and starts moving through the guests towards the hallway.
In the meantime Taemin makes himself another drink, sipping from the plastic cup as he feels a pair of arms sneak around his waist and pull him back. He's just about to yell at the person to let him go once he sees that it's Jongin and he just smiles at him, continuing to sip from his cup.
“What you got there?” Jongin asks and eyes the light red liquid in the cup.
“Oh, it's Caribbean Moor, wanna taste? It’s pretty delicious.” Taemin offers the drink to the other, who nods in response.
“Sure.”
Taemin expects Jongin to just take a small sip from the cup, but instead he turns Taemin to completely face him, his hand resting on the back of his neck and he looks at him with warm eyes and Taemin almost manages to get lost in all that beautiful brown as Jongin pulls him closer and leans in, pressing his lips against his own. Taemin let's out a small surprised gasp and wrinkles appear on his forehead as he frown, but that is only until Jongin begins moving his lips gently against his and he immediately relaxes, reaching up to curl his free hand into Jongin’s hair as he kisses him back, their lips slowly gliding together.
Jongin tilts his head just a bit and deepens the kiss while passing a hand on Taemin’s lower back and pulling their bodies flush together. The slide of their lips picks up just a bit and Jongin captures Taemin’s bottom lip between his, sensually nibbling and biting on it. Taemin cannot help the small whimper that escapes him and he gazes at Jongin with half lidded eyes filled with desire, a look which the other mirror. Jongin lets go of Taemin’s bottom lip again before he slide his tongue across it instead in a silent plea for access, which Taemin immediately grants him, parting his lips and poking out his own, tracing Jongin’s.
Eventually they pull away, both of them a little out of breath and hearts beating fast in their chests with excitement as they rest their foreheads on each other’s.
“You were right. That was delicious.” Jongin says with a small smirk and Taemin flushes red, though not nearly as dark as his drink.
He bites down on his own swollen bottom lip as he absentmindedly plays with Jongin’s hair. “Maybe,” he begins, sounding a bit hesitant, “we should leave. I think the party is over soon, anyway.” he proposes and puts his cup down on the nearest surface. It'll be cleaned tomorrow or maybe someone else will drink it.
Jongin barely even manages to agree before Taemin is leading him down the hallway and into his room, closing the door after them before he pushes Jongin up against it and locks lips with him once again, hands tangled in his hair and bodies close together. Jongin quickly catches up, eagerly engaging in the kiss. Taemin slowly backs them away from the door and to his bed, memories of his dream running through his mind and sending waves of anticipation through his body. Maybe he'd get to finish this time.
They break apart for a short moment to get into bed, but once they're settled, Taemin on his back with his legs spread enough for Jongin to fit in between, they keep going from where they left off. Occasionally Jongin moves down to press hot open mouthed kisses against Taemin’s jaw, neck and collarbones, the other quick to tilt his head back to give access, but he always returns to Taemin’s lips, the taste and feeling of the elder more intoxicating than the alcohol he drank throughout the evening. They keep doing until Taemin sneaks his hands under Jongin shirt and pushes it up with the intention of taking it off him, then Jongin pulls away, the look he gives Taemin kinda sad.
“Taemin no. I'm not interested in that.” He says.
Taemin’s frowns a bit in confusion and sits up a bit, his hands still resting on Jongin’s lower back. “Interested in what?”
“Having sex. Or generally just going further than making out.” Jongin explains and pulls his shirt down. “ I’m demisexual”.
“Oh.” Taemin frowns, looking dejected. “That’s ok.” He nods. Of course he’s disappointed, but he won’t push Jongin into something he’s not comfortable with. That’d make him a really shitty boyfriend.
“Yeah… Sorry.” Jongin apologizes with a shrug.
“No no, it’s cool.”Taemin reassures, fiddling with the hem of Jongin’s shirt for a while before he looks up at the other with a small playful smile. “Can we go back to making out?”
Jongin cannot help the smile that spreads across his lips and he immediately complies, leaning down to once again press his lips against Taemin’s soft ones. He can feel Taemin smile against his lips before he too begins moving his lips. They don’t know how long they keep going, too lost in their own little world, but eventually, their kisses become slower and slower, occasionally disrupted by yawns.
“Maybe,” Taemin mumbles against Jongin’s lips, between kisses, “Maybe, we just should go to sleep.”
“Yeah.” Jongin agrees but doesn’t pull away, continuing to nibble on Taemin’s lips for a few second or two before breaking away with a yawn. “It’s probably a good idea.”
Taemin nods in response and makes a quick work of undressing before crawling underneath the duvet, lifting it up as an invitation for Jongin, who immediately strips down to his underwear as well and joins Taemin under the warm cover. Jongin wraps an arm around Taemin’s waist and pulls him close enough to give him a last, soft kiss before they close their eyes and fall asleep, intertwined and with a soft smiles playing on their lips.
Mission: Either pick a starter (or 2 or 3 or 1500) or have people ask you to write a small thing in 300 words or less in response. You (or your followers) can pick whether you make it angsty or fluffy or smutty or whatever and who you’re writing about. Feel free to add starters!
Starters:
“I can’t sleep without you here…”
“I’m fine.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m not okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“I’m leaving…and I’m not coming back.”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“I never meant for it to go this far.”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“I’m never going to leave you.”
“Shh, you’re safe now.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was happy.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”
“Great, how are we supposed to get home now?”
“I hope you like scary movies!”
“You’re not gonna cry, are you?”
“I got the call last night…”
“Wow, I guess you really are that ticklish.”
“I tried to surprise you, but I spilled your coffee on the way over…”
“Do you wanna get out of here?”
“Did you hear something?”
“Shh, I think I hear something.”
“You smell really nice.”
“I wish you would talk to me.”
“I need you to talk to me.”
“Can you hear me?”
“Please don’t do this…”
“You won’t miss me.”
“I wish I never met you.”
“I wish I met you sooner.”
“You wanna go back to my place?”
“You should think about what you’ve done.”
Title: Closeted
Author: intonewfantasy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Key/Onew
Warnings: underage!kibum, mild BDSM
Lenght: around 8400 words for this chapter. Around 46443 in total.
Beta-reader: UNBETAED
Notes: written for the fytopkey challenge - “age gap with older!Jinki and top!Kibum”. More notes at the bottom.
Summary: Lee Jinki, twenty six-year old university student, is having a really hard time coping with an high schooler with incredibly intense eyes.
Kibum’s hand closed in a fist and Jinki brushed a thumb over the back of his hand, trying to get him to relax. The younger tried to get away again, but Jinki held him tight. A frustrated sound came out of Kibum’s throat, sounding like he was in pain to Jinki’s ears.
Pairing: Jongyu
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1726
Warning: None
Description: Superpowers aren’t rare anywhere around the world anymore. The major part of humanity possess something.
A/N: This is a snippet of a Sky High inspired kind of AU that I’ve wanted to write for a while and I’ve got a lot that I want to do with it but I’m not sure if you guys like that kind of writing?? So I wanted to post a little bit so you guys can tell me if you’ll actually like it before I dedicate a lot of time and effort on it. ^3^
“Do I really have to go?” Jonghyun sighs one last time already knowing the answer while he looks at his mom’s sincere expression.
“They’ll help you sweetheart.” She says, smiling albeit a bit tearfully. “It’s already a miracle I managed to keep you this long.” She adds, hugging him.
Before, Jonghyun didn’t think he was scared of going away from home but as he sees a bus stop in front of the house, his hand tightens around his luggage and he has to take a deep breath to calm his nerves.
taekai "we work the same shitty shifts and i have no ride this time so .. can you drive me home?"
23:24
2021 words of taekai fluff + i still know shit abt jongin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
23:24. There’s only six minutes until Taemin gets off from work and he’d normally be glad to finally get to come home and then sleep for like five years, but the only problem this time as that he doesn’t know how to get home. Neithe the metro nor busses run this late and he ain’t feeling like paying the fortune it would cost to take a taxi and he also knows that walking home would definitely take more than two hours and he’s not feeling that either because it’s cold and windy and he swears to God there’s at least 15cm of snow outside and he’s only wearing sneakers and he forgot his scarf and gloves.
15. Things you said with too many miles between us
Distance
once jinki enters his apartment, he immediately heads for his bedroom and plombs down on his chair. he rummages through his backpack until he finds his laptop and puts on the desk in front of him, turning it on. while the old machine is booting up, he gives himself the time to take off his shoes and jacket, throwing the latter on the bed. when he turns to his laptop again it’s asking for his password and with swift fingers he types it in and in a matter of second he’s at his desktop. only a few seconds passed before the familiar sound of an incoming skype calls fills his ears and a message box appears on his screen to inform that his best friend kibum is video calling him.
“Would you buy me nuggets?” Jonghyun asks wistfully, scooting more down in bed and readjusting his laptop screen to fix the camera, smiling when Taemin laughs softly. It’s a little joke they share: pretending that they’re only a few blocks away from each other rather than a few thousand miles.
Hi just asking. I really love your hollow au with jjong and jinki. Are you by any chance thinking of continuing it?
Ah, I am definitely going to continue that ~ I’ve actually got a lot in store for this au, but I ain’t gonna force myself to write on it if I don’t have the right motivation to do ~ That being said, I have begun on the third instalment uwu
You aren’t worthless when your illness(es) prevents you from creating good work, from improving, or when it prevents you from creating any work. You may feel broken, frustrated, tired, or like you just can’t care anymore. You aren’t the only one, I feel like that too.
You may wonder whether you’ve lost your thing for your craft. You may have not felt a drive or a sort of passion for a long, long time. That’s not okay, it sucks, but that doesn’t make it your fault, or a reason to hate yourself. Your work isn’t the same thing as you.
