ok, let’s change the description to MISSION: SAVE SHEITH FROM THEIR HONEYMOON.
They’re probably on the run, from their responsibilities and castle... married somewhere on Saturn 45 and now we’re going to interrupt their honeymoon. shame.
both of these are rlly ridiculous and i apologize;;
Jongtae; 60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
“Taemin,”Jonghyun says, voice a little tight around the edges. When he doesn’tget a response past Taemin absently humming at him and stickinganother chicken nugget in their mouth, he stomps into the room. Hewishes he looked more intimidating, but Taemin doesn’t even glance athim. Jonhyun clears his throat and raises his voice pointedly.“Taemin.”
“Yeah?”they answer, still engrossed in chicken nuggets and something ontheir phone. Jonghyun really hopes Taemin has dedicated hands tothat, because he doesn’t want to imagine the screen all smeared withgrease. “What’s up?”
“Didyou do my laundry?” Jonghyun asks, and sees Taemin freeze a fewseconds before their phone makes a grotesque sound of someone on thescreen dying in agony.
Taeminlooks up slowly, and there’s guilt painted all over their face, butit seems to fracture the moment they actually look up. Almostimmediately, they’re muffling snickers into their palms, trying andfailing to hide even a little of their laughter.
Jonghyunfumes. “Taemin, this was my favorite sweater!” he says, and hateshow whiney it comes out. “What the hell?”
“Imean, it was too big on you before.”
Jonghyunglowers, plucking at the sweater which has gone from cute and cozyand ending somewhere around his thighs to now baring a solid two tothree inches of his midriff, showing off his naval piercing. Not thatit’s not a good look, but it’s not one he’s supposed to have withthis sweater.“Seriously?” he asks. “Look at me, Tae.”
Taeminhums, pushing up off the couch and smiling as they step towardsJonghyun. Jonghyun backs away a little, narrowing his eyes, butTaemin only grins, reaching down to run the bottom edge of thesweater between their fingertips before letting go and running afinger over Jonghyun’s piercing.
“Iam looking, Jonghyunnie,” they purr, “and if I didn’t know anybetter, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
Jonghyunshivers under their touch, but he lifts his hands to their shoulders,pressing gently until Taemin is far enough away for him to scowl atthem. “You can’t fuck your way out of trouble here, babe. Youmessed up my favorite sweater.”
Taeminat least looks mildly apologetic for a moment as they presses a quickkiss to Jonghyun’s mouth. “Sorry,” they say, sounding sincere,and then their voice drops again as they drift their mouth up towardsJonghyun’s ear. “Let me make it up to you then?”
“Tae,”Jonghyun sighs, but he’s always been a little easy for Taemin, andwhen Taemin slides a hand over his bare midriff he groans. “Fine.Yeah. Make it up to me.”
“I’llbuy you a new one, but I think this suits you,” Taemin says, and asif to prove a point, they slip to their knees and begin suckinghickeys into the skin just above Jonghyun’s hipbones. “Easyaccess.”
“Shutup,” Jognhyun groans, and tips his head back against the wall asTaemin smiles against his skin and gets to work making it up to him.
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Jongtae; 82. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”
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“So,”Taemin says, kicking his heels absently against the outside of themetal refrigerator he’s sitting on, “if you had to choose betweengetting your tongue pierced or your nipple pierced, which one wouldyou do?”
“Taemin,”Jonghyun sighs, leaning back against one of the shelves. “I’m notgetting anything pierced. Please just–”
“Imean,” Taemin says, “I’m just making conversation. It looks likewe’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
“How,”Jonghyun asks, for probably the hundredth time since they’ve bene inhere, “did you manage to lock us in the stock room?”
“Doyou think we’ll get overtime for this?” Taemin asks. “It’s like 3in the morning. I’ve been here for several hours past the time myshift ended.”
Jonghyunglares at him. “I hate you.”
“Youlove me,” Taemin says, hopping off the fridge. “Come on,Jonghyun. We’re bonding. Proper coworkers.”
“Wecould be bonding at home,” Jonghyun says, annoyance clear in hisface. “You know, that place where we live together, as boyfriends, and have a couchand a bed and not just a freezer and, like, thirty boxes of coffee filters.”
“Nah,only like five,” Taemin chirps. “I did ordering last week.”
“Theytrust you with ordering,” Jonghyun deadpans. “But I can’t trustyou not to lock us in the stockroom.”
“Youare being really rude about this,” Taemin says, faking a pout, andsteps closer to Jonghyun, cupping his face with one hand. “Come on,Jonghyunnie. It was an accident.”
“Nope.Get back to your side of the stock room. We are not banging in thestock room at work.”
Taeminfrowns. “I just wanted to kiss you,” he says, voice a littlehurt.
Jonghyunmelts a little. “Fine,” he says, and lets Taemin lean in to pressan apologetic kiss to his lips.
Whenthey part, Taemin is smiling softly. “But,” he says, “if youwanted to bang in the stock room at work.”
“Backon your side!” Jonghyun says, and sinks to sitting to wait untilMinho shows up for the morning shift.
