Jonghyun/Taemin ; an actual vampau can you believe it; PG
Anonymous asked: vampires in a fancy castle 🧛👑🌙🍷
"This," he gestures around the room again, "this is like. Ooh, I'm a spooky vampire, I want to suck your blood, bluhh.” He draws the collar of his jacket up and speaks in the dracula accent, wiggling his fingers and baring his fangs, then rolls his eyes. "I'm just saying, it's a little tryhard.”
vamp au : )
“This is where they live?”
“Huh? Yeah.” Jonghyun barely looks up from his phone when Taemin asks him the question. It's cool that Taemin is seeing the grand manor for the first time with its high towers and gnarled trees and gothic windows and everything, but Jonghyun has seen it a hundred times before and he has sportsball to pretend to be interested in if he wants to fuck that cute human at the gym anytime soon. It's been a while since he's wanted to sleep with a jock and he's sure the rules have to have changed since the last time.
He grabs the wrought-iron gate and yanks it open, beckoning Taemin to follow him with an impatient hand. Above them, the moonlight gives them enough light to not trip over the cobbled stone pathway up to the front doors. On the porch, Taemin rings the doorbell and Jonghyun impatiently taps his knuckles on the black wood until they're let in.
"Oh, it's you.” Jonghyun doesn't even need to look to know that the dickhead receptionist has scrunched their nose at him as usual.
"Sure is," he says, brushing past them and into the entrance hall. Twenty-something years has not sweetened his opinion of them one bit.
"Is this your new little project?” they sneer as Taemin follows behind him.
Twenty-something years hasn't made them any better at being petty, either. It's not even fun to be enemies with them. "Mind your own business,” Jonghyun says, and he pulls Taemin into the waiting parlor without a glance back. "They know we're here," he tells Taemin, taking a seat on one of the expensive leather couches. "Vampire stuff. You know how it is. Just hang out for a little bit.” And he gets right back to his phone.
He should probably be offering Taemin some advice; it's not every day a baby vampire gets to meet the elders to celebrate reaching their first decade. But as Taemin's mentor these past ten years, Jonghyun has learned how he works. He picks up on Jonghyun's tense moods, taking Jonghyun's worry as justification for letting his own anxiety swallow him up. So if Jonghyun doesn't make a big deal out of this, neither will Taemin.
Since when has college sportsball been important? Is he supposed to care about two entire separate leagues? What the fuck. Maybe he doesn't want to sleep with the cute gym guy as much as he thought he did. Not if it requires this much effort to seduce him. Then again, he does smelly really fucking good.
"This is all so tacky.”
“Wuh?” Jonghyun tears his eyes away from his phone. Taemin is standing in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, frowning underneath his wavy black bangs. He looks at Jonghyun and gestures around at the walls.
"All of this,” he says. "The decor. The black and red. The fancy lace. Crystal chandelier.” He points up at the ceiling. "This literally looks like, like, the goth mansion from the sims. You told me they only moved here a century ago. They had to make this place look like this on purpose. Did they become vampires and decide to become stereotypes too?” Walking to one of the recliners, he feels up the cover on the back of it and apparently decides that it's too fancy and pretentious because he lets go of it with a scoff. "Am I supposed to be impressed by these old rich assholes?" he asks.
Jonghyun frowns right back at him. Rude. "You're supposed to be respectful, at least," he says. The elders are the ones that gave Taemin a sentient afterlife, and the ones that keep vampires safe from hunters, and the ones that use all of their wealth to do on the ground charity work and public services for humans that the government refuses to do. So what if they want to live in a cliche. "Also," Jonghyun says, not bothering with reminding Taemin of everything the elders are good for. They can do that if they care enough to. He crosses his legs and his arms, raising his eyebrows at his baby mentee. "You're one to talk. What have you done since you became a vampire, mister fly all the way to Paris to film a slutty dance video of yourself in front of the original Gates of Hell?"
"Okay," Taemin says loudly. He crosses his arms and sets his jaw, the image of the defiant, grumpy, confrontational vampire he was during his first year. As he's learned more and grown more used to his new life, he's calmed down a little, but he does pull this mood out when he's feeling particularly defensive. Jonghyun wonders if Taemin knows that it doesn't work on him anymore and now he just thinks it's cute. "That's different," Taemin says. "That was – first of all, you're the one that wanted to go to Europe. Second of all, I liked dancing before. And third of all, I'm literally weird queer deconverted catholic. It wasn't stereotypical, it was defiant. It was empowering. It was reclaim. Reclaimary? Atory? Recl–re–”
"Reclamation.”
"It was a reclamation.” Taemin continues without missing a beat. "This," he gestures around the room again, "this is like. Ooh, I'm a spooky vampire, I want to suck your blood, bluhh.” He draws the collar of his jacket up and speaks in the dracula accent, wiggling his fingers and baring his fangs, then rolls his eyes. "I'm just saying, it's a little tryhard.”
"Maybe we just like the way it looks.”
"Jesus –” Taemin jumps a mile when Jinki speaks behind him. Jonghyun, who watched Jinki walk into the room, smiles broadly at his mentor.
"Hi Jinki,” he says. He's looking way too handsome as always with his square glasses and pushed back hair and rumpled suit. Even more so now that he’s smiling so amused at Taemin. Smugness always did look good on him. Jonghyun has to take a moment and catch his own breath.
"Hi honey,” Jinki says to him, so much warmth in his voice that Jonghyun has to take another couple of moments.
“Christ,” Taemin mumbles into his hands. He hasn't blushed in 10 years, but Jonghyun still knows that if he could he would be neon red right now. "You can't do that to me, Jinx," he groans.
Chuckling, Jinki gets an arm around Taemin's waist. “Come on, birthday boy," he says. "Let's go tell the others what you think about their home decor.”
He guides Taemin out of the room, mumbling and whining into his hands the entire time. Jonghyun watches them go, shaking his head. So much for Taemin not being nervous. He's still pretty sure that Taemin will make a good impression, or at least not embarrass himself any more, but he calls, "be nice to him!” At JinkIis back anyway.
Taemin might be a gremlin and annoying and way too much of a handful to deal with, but all the same. He’s Jonghyun's gremlin. Jonghyun is the only one that gets to snap at him. Anyone else will get a full show of his fangs no matter who it is. Even if it's one of the elders. He doesn't care.
Alone now, he lays out on the couch and pulls up his phone again. He has a couple of decades of sportsball to catch up with before Taemin will return needing praise and validation.
when u see ur ex at a party and need to find a cute babe to make out with Immediately
“Sure,” they say, confident and handsome. “I’m always down for kissies. I’m Jonghyun.” Taemin slides his hand up from their wrist to hook around their neck gratefully, tugging them even closer.
“Hi Jonghyun,” he smiles, and leans forward and a little down to press their mouths together.
ao3
This party is nice, Taemin guesses. Chill with good music and nice snacks and the people playing videogames on the couch are nice enough about taking turns. He’s having a nice time, leaning against the wall by the tv and talking to Kibum and his friends. He’s kinda glad that Kibum dragged him out of his dorm for this. He’s missing a livestream he wanted to watch, yeah, but it’ll be uploaded later anyway.
Kibum leaves the little group to go to the bathroom at one point and Taemin doesn’t even get all pouty about being left semi alone. He pulls out his phone to check his stuff instead, half listening to the conversation that kept going around him and smiling whenever he hears a joke. Once he’s cleared all of his notifications he puts his phone back into his pocket and glances around the rest of the house casually, just to see if anyone new has shown up.
He can’t really tell; he doesn’t know why he thought he would be able to, to be honest. It all looks the same: people mingling by the kitchen, crowding around the tv, chilling around the coffee table. He recognizes a few people from some of his classes, too--Sooyoung from dance, Kyuhyun from math, Mint from design, Minho from--
“Shit,” Taemin hisses, eyes going wide as he notices Minho leaning up against the back of the couch and watching the videogame on the tv intently. Shit shit shit. He can’t be seen alone like this by his ex after the mess of their breakup last month, fuck. He has to look like he’s having the time of his life. Looking around in a panic, he reaches out and grabs the elbow of the first cute babe he sees walking passed.
“Hey,” he says when they turn around with a confused frown, “hey, hey, hi--I’m Taemin--I just saw my ex, please make out with me, just for a little bit,” he begs. The babe looks at him blankly for a moment, glances around the rest of the party like they think they’ll be able to find Taemin’s ex themself, and then turns back to look Taemin up and down quickly. In those few seconds Taemin looks them over as well and is proud of his people grabbing skills--a backwards snapback over dark brown hair, pretty brown eyes, full lips, and toned arms in a sleeveless shirt make for a very babely human. They smirk a little and shrug, stepping forward to put their hands on his waist.
“Sure,” they say, confident and handsome. “I’m always down for kissies. I’m Jonghyun.” Taemin slides his hand up from their wrist to hook around their neck gratefully, tugging them even closer.
“Hi Jonghyun,” he smiles, and leans forward and a little down to press their mouths together.
Two seconds later, he decides that this was a very good idea. Jonghyun’s lips are soft, warm, and receptive, their hands strong and gentle as they slip all the way around Taemin’s waist. They don’t take command of the kiss but they don’t let Taemin lead either, and Taemin enjoys the give and take, the light bites Jonghyun gives to his lips between soothing little swipes of their tongue. Taemin finds himself breathing slowly and leaning in harder, tugging Jonghyun lazily back to squish him against the wall so their bodies are pressed together.
He’s fairly certain that his take home thought for the night is going to be that Jonghyun kisses very very well.
So well, in fact, that Taemin just never pulls away, never tries to stop what they’re doing. Jonghyun doesn’t either; Taemin can feel a smile on his lips and assumes that they’re having a fun time as well. He runs his fingers lazily through Jonghyun’s hair until Jonghyun decides to teasingly slip their tongue into his mouth. From there, Taemin just holds them close and focuses on coaxing their tongue out again to tangle with his. This is. Nice.
And then it’s over, suddenly; a hand grabs his elbow and jiggles him a little, tugs him a few inches to the side so he has to break the kiss. Before he can even glare and figure out who’s being so rude, Kibum is huffing at him and snapping lightly in front of his face.
“Stop that, Taemin, I can’t leave you alone for ten minutes without you making out with a fuckboy.” He’s frowning his stern little protective best friend frown when Taemin looks at him blearily, blinking his eyes open against the light of the party. Taemin pouts, and then realizes that Jonghyun has just moved to kiss his jaw instead, and pouts less.
“You say that like I’ve done this before,” he says. It’s not a habit or anything.
“Kai,” Kibum deadpans. Taemin scrunches his nose. Okay, yeah, he made out with him at a party when Kibum left him alone once before, but, like.
“He wasn’t a fuckboy,” Taemin says. Kai is his friend. Friends make out sometimes. No big deal. Jonghyun moves to kiss his neck and Taemin loops his arms lazily around their shoulders. Kibum huffs.
“Yeah, well, he is,” he says, poking Jonghyun’s side. Without missing a beat, Jonghyun lifts his head from Taemin’s neck and raises a cool brow at Kibum.
“You weren’t calling me a fuckboy that time I sucked your dick, were you, Kibum?” he asks smoothly. Kibum’s face goes a shade of red Taemin has never seen on him before and he breaks into giggles. He muffles them into Jonghyun’s shoulder, but more just to nuzzle his skin instead of to save Kibum the embarrassment. Holy shit.
“How do you even know him?” he asks Kibum. He didn’t know his best friend got his dick sucked by a super babe before. He feels like Kibum would have mentioned that to him. “When did he suck your dick?” he adds.
“Two years ago,” Jonghyun says easily before Kibum can reply. Taemin glances at him to admire his amused little grin. “We used to be roommates and he was making cupcakes and he said if I sucked his dick I could have one. So I sucked his dick.” He readjusts his hold on Taemin’s waist, tugging him a tiny bit closer and looking entirely proud of himself. Taemin snorts.
“Kibum,” he says, and leaves it at that. Kibum huffs loudly, shaking his shirt collar to cool himself off.
“I didn’t think he would actually do it,” he snaps.
“And yet when I got to my knees you made exactly zero moves to stop me,” Jonghyun says sweetly. “And many moves to encourage me.” Taemin snorts again. That sounds like Kibum, alright.
“Alright, whatever, just, go away,” Kibum says. He tugs Taemin away from Jonghyun firmer this time, until Taemin stumbles into his arms instead and pouts on his shoulder. “Taemie’s here with me to be my excuse to leave early, not to make out with you for two hours. Shoo.”
“Spoilsport,” Taemin mumbles. Kibum pets his bangs out of his eyes with a fond hand. Jonghyun sighs dramatically, shrugs, reaches over to push Taemin’s bangs back into his eyes and snatch his hand away with a little smirk when Kibum slaps him.
“Okay, well, Tae,” he says. “I’m sure one of us will bug Kibum enough eventually to get a phone number. We’ll text then.” He smiles, leans forward, pecks Taemin’s cheek, pecks Kibum’s cheek, and slips around them, walking away and into the kitchen. Taemin turns to hug Kibum from the side and watch Jonghyun go, fondness fuzzing up his chest.
“He’s not really a fuckboy, is he?” he asks, turning to nuzzle Kibum’s neck. “I liked him, like, a lot.” He’s cute and fun and a really good kisser. Kibum sighs and tugs Taemin back into his little group of friends.
“No, he just dresses like one,” he says. “He’s more of a soft dudebro and a big little when he wants to be. He’s fine.”
“You still won’t give me his number, though, will you?” Taemin asks. Kibum snorts.
“On Monday I will,” he says. “You can’t ignore me all weekend to flirt with him.”
