#cely's work

[celiimess]

guom 4

I decided the easiest way to share my bigger wips was to just link yall to the google docs. I’ve added some comments to the thing to point out what I was gonna change etc. so this is what I have of the 4th and 5th chapters. I do not write in chronological order so there's a lil gap within the 4th and a huge one between the 4th and 5th bc I never rly started the 5th. I summarize p lazily in between those so you can get a gist of what was supposed to happen, though I’m sure most of you could guess bc it was based on a p specific prompt

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Taemin could hear the roar of rain and thunder outside . . .

the wind rattling the windows so hard he feared they’d smash open, but they were safe for now. Any form of shelter was welcome after having slept out in the open for nearly three weeks. He hoped Roo and Eve were okay in the small stable in back. He had half a mind to bring them inside the cabin where they’d be warmer. He turned back to Jonghyun to check on the fire he was working on in the grate on the opposite side of the room and frowned as he watched him stoke the embers with his right arm, his left wrapped around his belly. The wound wasn’t deep, but it looked painful and there was still a great risk of infection. Taemin hadn’t had time to dress it properly before they had to run again. 

"Hey," he called out to the senior ranger as he stepped toward the cot against the east wall and took a seat. "Come let me have a look at you."

Jonghyun looked over his shoulder and raised a brow. “Are you making a pass at me?” he smirked. “Now? Of all times?”

"Please," Taemin snorted and rolled his eyes. "Just get over here and lemme change your bandages."

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TaeKey "Shit, are you bleeding?!"

This feeling is incredible. Running at full speed, the adrenaline pumping through their veins making it easy to ignore the cramps in their legs, the burning in their lungs. Taemin secretly loves it when they get to run like this, their hands clasped firmly together as they make their getaway. It makes the sex they’ll soon have so much sweeter; knowing they were close to losing it all.  

Kibum slows and it trips him up. He almost falls flat on his face, but he catches himself on a nearby tree and whirls around to face the older man. “Hey, what’s-” he frowns, then notices the crimson staining the fingers Kibum has pressed to his stomach, just above his left hip. “Shit, are you bleeding?!”

Kibum looks pale and nauseous. He drops himself to the ground, back resting against the trunk of a young elm. “Get out of here, Taem.”

Taemin’s eyes widen with shock before they swim with tears. “No,” he shakes his head, crouching down in front of Kibum. “Not without you.”

"Fucking run, Taemin." Kibum growls, slapping the younger man’s hand away when he makes to cup his cheek. They both hear their pursuers approaching, the leaves and twigs snapping beneath their feet, their cries of "Stop! Thief!" in the distance.

"Get up." Taemin pleads in a hiss, tugging on Kibum’s sleeve as his tears fall in earnest. "We’re almost to the cave. I can take care of you, but we need to make it there first. Kibum, please." 

"Taemin." Kibum grits sternly, eyes glossy with unshed tears. Taemin bites his lip, casting a glance over his shoulder. Kibum grips the hair at his nape and kisses him firmly. "Go." 

"Okay." Taemin takes a deep breath and lifts Kibum off the ground, ignoring the other man’s hissed curses as he picks his way through the trees as fast as he can with the added weight of his partner. 

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jongho, "you don't have to stay"

He feels it now that the afterglow has ebbed away; creeping up his neck, following the path that the smaller man is tracing with his swollen lips. The dread. The guilt. He’s never been great with one night stands, but those people were mostly strangers he’d never see again. This was different. This was Jonghyun. And he shouldn’t have let it happen. As much as he wants a relationship, he knows he’s not ready for one.

"You don’t have to stay." Jonghyun hums quietly in his ear.

Minho tenses, the heat of embarrassment flooding through his system. “Does that mean you want me to go?” he asks after a moment. 

"Not at all." Jonghyun chances another soft kiss behind Minho’s ear and the younger man squirms away from him. "Sorry."

Minho sighs. “No, I’m sorry.” 

There’s a long, awkward silence. It hangs in the air around them, making it uncomfortable to even breathe. Minho shifts away from the warmth of Jonghyun’s body and reaches for the closest pair of boxers at the foot of the bed. Thankfully, they’re his own and he hurries to find the rest of his belongings scattered about Jonghyun’s large bedroom, aware of the older man’s sorrowful gaze as he prepares for escape.

"Can you um…" Jonghyun finally speaks as Minho steps toward the door and he freezes in front of it, surprised by the softness in his voice. "Text me when you get home? Just so I know you’re safe?"

"Sure." Minho nods and leaves the room, not daring to look over his shoulder. 

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OnTae, pregnant, windowsill. ^u^

The sun was warm on Taeyeon’s skin as she looked out over their new neighborhood, the pretty little houses between the little patches of green. She tapped her heels merrily on the sloping roof above their back porch and hummed to herself pleasantly, thinking of what she might like for dinner. She heard a car roll over the gravel in their driveway and beamed, looking down to her left to see Jinki’s car pull up, the elder stepping out to pop open the back door and fumble with a couple reusable grocery bags. Taeyeon smiled as she watched him struggle, cursing to himself when a can dropped to the ground. 

She cupped her hand around her mouth and called out to him. “Need any help?”

Jinki jumped, dropping a whole bag and clapping a hand to his mouth in shock before shouting “What- Get down from there! What are you thinking?”

"What?" Taeyeon frowned at him. "You saw me sitting up here last week and you didn’t say anything."

"Yeah," Jinki shouted, grunting as he gathered up the spilled groceries. "That was before…"

Taeyeon placed a hand on her tummy and smiled, feeling warm all over. “Fine.” she called to him. “I’m coming down.”

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JongTae, kitchen, strawberries? ^^;;

Taemin inhaled deeply as he walked through his front door, taking in the warm, sweet aroma that filled the entirety of the tiny apartment. The scent grew stronger as he neared the kitchen and he smiled as he found his partner standing in front of the stove, black apron strings cinching his tiny waist. He crept up behind him and slipped his arms around him, chuckling when Jonghyun jumped in his embrace before relaxing into it. 

Taemin dropped his chin on Jonghyun’s shoulder to watch him stir the small pot of red goop with a wooden spoon and hummed "Whatcha making?" 

"Jam." Jonghyun chirped, bringing up the spoon for Taemin to have a taste. "My mom dropped off like three pounds of strawberries and I figured they’d go bad if I didn’t make something with them."

Taemin blew on the steaming spoon before wrapping his lips around it and moaning. “I love your mom.”