#fandom: shinee

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Triangle (Part 1)

Krystal/Jongin/Taemin

R

Things keep happening to Jongin in threes.

The first time she came onto him, Jongin had laughed it off and excused it as Krystal being playful. 

The second time it happened, he went along with it. 

The third time, Jongin noticed that Taemin watched them out the corner of his eye. The expression on his face was unreadable, not that Jongin put too much thought into it since Krystal had her hands down his pants. 

By the time she’d gotten a good grip and had him at her command, Jongin turned his head to see Taemin watching them, his phone turned downwards in his lap and his full attention on them. Before Krystal built up a tight and quick stroke, she made eye contact with Taemin. 

Something was going on. Something weird.

Even through the pre-orgasmic haze he was seeing everything in, Jongin still had the mind to question why this was just happening casually. 

It’d all started with them sitting on the couch in the practice room after dance practice, sharing drinks and snacks like they’d always done. 

Jongin had thought nothing of it when Krystal started touching and scooted closer to him, making her thigh touch his. 

At first it’d seemed like Taemin was just dazed out, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, but when Krystal’s hand started grazing his crotch, Taemin didn’t even blink. Instead he continued toying with his phone.

Something was definitely going and it was most definitely weird.

Despite the thought, Jongin couldn’t help as he neared closer and closer to coming, Krystal never faltering in her rhythm. His breathing picked up and he felt his face redden under Taemin’s now unrelenting gaze. 

When Jongin finally came, Taemin licked his lips and smiled, Krystal returning the smile once she’d wiped her hand on Jongin’s sweatpants. She kissed him on the cheek and got up, walking out the room.

Exactly what in the hell had just happened? 

Why had he let it happen? Why had Taemin let it happen?

“I have a schedule, see you guys tomorrow.” 

Jongin just stared at her, baffled that neither person acknowledged what’d just happened.

Shortly after Krystal had gone, Jongin got up and excused himself from the room, leaving Taemin alone. Even though he had just waved at him like nothing had happened, Jongin could still feel Taemin’s stare boring into his back.

For a while nothing happened. Taemin’s hands might graze a random part of his body during their practice or Krystal’s gaze would settle on Jongin longer than he knew was necessary, but it was bearable. 

Nothing like what’d happened three weeks ago. 

Jongin might’ve spoken too soon because the same day the previous thought had crossed his mind, Taemin invited him out drinking. 

He showed up thinking it was going to be the two of them, but he was surprising (but not really) to find Krystal there, a pink dust already settled on her cheeks. 

“You came?” she slurred, Taemin grinning when Jongin chose to sit next to him rather than Krystal. 

Shot after shot made his head feel fuzzy. So much so that he didn’t mind when Taemin’s hand landed on his knee then slid up his thigh, squeezing the flesh there. In fact Jongin found himself laughing and shoving at Taemin’s shoulder. Faint pangs of arousal burned low in his stomach from the gestures anyway.

Krystal had moved from her seat across from Jongin and was now right next to him, sandwiching him between Taemin and herself. Her head was buried in his neck and he found that he didn’t dislike the sensation. 

Maybe it was because he was drunk? 

Alcohol tended to have that effect on people. 

Suddenly Taemin’s face was by his head and there was whispering in his ear, asking him three questions. Those of which he could barely process. 

“Jongin do you find me attractive?” Jongin nodded at the first question. Taemin smirked and jolted his head towards Krystal. The inebriated man nodded again and smiled, Krystal letting out a drunken giggle from her place. 

“What about both us Jongin, ike together? We’ve been thinking about it for a while,” by this point Jongin felt himself sober up a little bit. The question had sounded serious, so his body reacted accordingly and he sat back with his mouth quirked in a weird position. “Yes, that’s fine. I mean I wouldn’t mind it. It’d probably be hot,” Jongin slurred, finally answering one of Taemin’s questions verbally.

He’d barely gotten his words out when Taemin slid out the booth seat and pulled Jongin with him while Krystal stumbled behind them. 

To any onlooker, they just looked like tipsy twenty-somethings heading somewhere to cause trouble. 

Their hats were pulled down over their faces and Taemin had a sick mask. For once in their brief lives, they looked utterly and completely normal.

Stumbling into the empty apartment was nothing short of a task. Jongin held the wall for stability as he took off his converse and Krystal held onto him to ensure she wouldn’t fall while she unbuckled her heels. It was a miracle they’d managed to not fall into a heap on the floor.

They shucked off their jackets and draped them over the nearby couch, Krystal and Jongin both familiar with the layout.

They were at Taemin’s apartment and he was leading them to the bedroom. Krystal held onto Jongin as they both stumbled down the pitch black hallway, eventually getting into the equally dark room. 

The light was clicked on and Jongin squinted, letting himself and Krystal be guided in the large bed. A bed that was much larger than Taemin needed in Jongin’s opinion. 

Extra clothes like sweaters and socks were taken off then they were settled and comfortable, the two younger people grinning. Now they were sitting in a weird triangle formation, looking at each other in curiosity. Krystal hiccuped and burped, making everyone laugh and Jongin nearly fall off the bed. HIs quick reflexes saved him, but it sent them into another fit of laughter. 

When they calmed down, Krystal sat up straight and brushed her hair out her face. “Back to business!” Jongin and Taemin realized she’d said it in English and fought to suppress more laughter.

Taemin hadn’t even had time to close his mouth when Krystal went in for the kill, kissing him in a weird opened mouth kiss. Their teeth clashed and Taemin could feel some of her lipstick smearing on his chin, but he didn’t pull away. It only took a second before the kiss got better, less teeth and more tongue. 

Jongin watched them through bleary eyes, barely reacting when the two broke apart then looked at him. Before he could blink, two pairs of lips were on him. The contrast between the two was minimum, but he could tell which ones belong to whom. Krystal’s lips were a bit sticky from whatever remained of her lipstick and Taemin’s were damp and soft. 

His lips didn’t work like he wanted them to, so Jongin just allowed himself to be kissed and he relaxed in it.

Maybe he relaxed too much because sleep drifted over him soon after, his last memory Krystal and Taemin nibbling hickies on his chest. 

When they woke up in the morning, it was in a weird tangle of limbs, softness and warmth.

Typically an early riser, Jongin was the first to wake up. The mess of light brown hair in front of him told him that it was Krystal who was clutching onto him like a body pillow. The arms that rested around both him and Krystal, belonged to Taemin, he could tell from the ring Taemin always wore.

Exactly what’d happened last night? 

Everything was a blur, the only things Jongin remembering for sure, the drinks and kisses. He didn’t remember how they’d gotten to Taemin’s apartment or how they’d gotten undressed in the position they were now. 

All in their underwear and cuddled into each other underneath a large blanket, it was definitely an unfamiliar experience. 

He would’ve stayed amongst the comfortable warmth if the urge to go pee hadn’t been so strong. Getting out of the tangle proved to be difficult because every time he would managed to detach from Krystal, Taemin would tighten his grip and pull them back together. After a certain point, he gave up being considerate and just got up, not caring if he woke the other two up.

Which he did.

After using the restroom, Jongin stared at himself in the large mirror, tracing each of the bright red marks on his chest. Krystal and Taemin had really gone all out last night. He wouldn’t be able to get undressed in front of anyone for quite a bit. 

Krystal and Taemin were sitting up and having a quiet conversation, which paused when he walked back into the room. Instead of feeling awkward like he’d expected, they both gave him sleepy smiles and Krystal patted the spot next to her. 

Were they going to talk about what happened last night or were they going to just going to move on? Knowing the two of them perhaps more intimately than he had before, knew they were probably going to talk about it. 

“So last night,” Taemin started, glancing from Krystal to Jongin. “It was great, too bad we were too drunk to do anything else,” Krystal finished, a light blush coloring her face. 

So the whole thing had been a little bit embarrassing, at least for Krystal anyway. She’d probably remembered that she’d initiated it. The kisses anyway. Jongin still wasn’t how he’d ended up roped into this strange relationship with two of his closest friends. 

“Just to put this out there, but was anyone uncomfortable with anything that happened last night? I mean from what they can remember?” Taemin asked, his and Krystal’s gaze immediately turning towards him. 

With both pair of eyes on him, Jongin suddenly felt naked and exposed, especially considering he was only in his boxers. He looked from Taemin to Krystal, the from Krystal to Taemin before he shrugged. “I, um, it was fine. Really. I’m just going to have trouble hiding these,” Jongin sighed, gesturing towards the hickies. Both Taemin and Krystal took on guilty expressions, muttering a quiet apology. 

“Well at least they weren’t on your neck?” Jongin glared at Taemin and threw a pillow at his head. 

All three of them parted ways after a late brunch and Jongin caught a taxi back to the dorm with Krystal. For a precaution, she got out first and walked in, then the driver drove to the back and dropped Jongin off. 

“Where were you last night?” Just like that, concerned mother Joonmyun was on him. “I was at Taemin’s apartment, sorry I forgot to text. His place was closer to the restaraunt and we were drunk. I didn’t want to get in trouble,” just like he’d practiced in the taxi. 

Joonmyun gave his explanation some thought then nodded before he wandered back into the kitchen. “Go take a shower, you reek of booze,” Kyungsoo muttered as he walked passed him to help Joonmyun make breakfast. 

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when your best friend is an incubus (Final)

Taekai

NC-17

IX

The moment he locked eyes with Taeyong was the moment he knew he was in trouble. The rookie’s eyes flashed a strange color and Taemin immediately knew the boy was a demon like himself. 

Though he tried to avoid it, the kid caught him in the alone in the dance studio, somehow sneaking up on him and settling onto the couch. “I don’t have to tell you that dating him will get you into deep shit do I? You’re much older than I, so I figure you have common sense.” Taemin gritted his teeth and turned, coming face to face with Taeyong. “Who sent you?” 

Taeyong smirked and shrugged, burying his hands into his sweatpants pockets. “It doesn’t matter, just know they told me to warn you. If you liked him so much you should’ve drained him once he let his guard down. Now you’re walking around struggling to keep your appearances because you don’t want to, what is it humans call it? Oh, ‘cheat’ on him,” Taemin opened his mouth to defend himself but Taeyong kept talking. “Trust me, just pulling energy from the strangers doesn’t do it. It’s not the kind of energy you need to maintain yourself. Especially someone as high of caliber as yourself.” 

Taemin allowed his eyes to darken and he got in Taeyong’s face, snarling. “Look, I don’t need a kid telling me what to do. Fuck off. There are no rules that say I can’t entertain or keep a human as my own. If I want to kill myself trying to do so, then so be it. I don’t see how it’s your or anyone else’s concern.” The smirk on the younger’s face widened and he also let his eyes change, though unlike Taemin’s pitch black eyes, Taeyong’s turned a bright red. 

“Just watch yourself hyung.” He spat the honorific like it was vile and then disappeared, leaving Taemin pissed and alone. Even if they were humanly about two or three years apart in age, he felt as if he’d been taunted by a toddler. That’s when something clicked. Taeyong was a cambion. There was no other explanation for his undetectable nature and snarky attitude. 

As a cambion, this meant Taeyong was half-human and half-demon. It was the only thing that made sense to Taemin and the awareness of his presence shook Taemin to the core. Exactly why had Taeyong decided to reveal himself now? He’d been a trainee for a quite a few years and now that rumors were getting around the company that he and Jongin were dating, Taeyong decided to speak up.

Now instead of just worrying about accidentally killing or hurting Jongin and keeping his true nature a secret, Taeyong was an issue too. 

X

“Either you’re letting me win, which is shitty or you’re distracted, which is also shitty.” Jongin sighed, leaning on the desk in front of him. Taemin gnawed at his lower lip and clicked frantically at the mouse, narrowly missing an attack from another player.

At Jongin’s suggestion, they’d gone to a PC Cafe near the company that catered to celebrities. The few people that had recognized them were either trainees at SM or people not phased by idols and the like. It was pleasant, considering that they’d almost been caught and recognized on their last date. 

“I’m sorry, I just haven’t been sleeping well. I haven’t been in the mood to draw energy off people either. It’s not as easy as it sounds.” Jongin leaned in and put his free hand on Taemin’s thigh. “If you were tired, we could’ve just chilled at the dorms or something. I don’t want you to strain yourself.” The sentiment was nice and Taemin’s leg grew hot from the touch, his body reacting quite quickly to the contact. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m ashamed of you or feel like I’m using you for a constant source of sex.” Jongin leaned back when the game ended and he rolled his eyes. “Jesus, you’re so sappy. You really are acting weird. We’re going to the dorms and you’re going to have sex with me.” Taemin raised an eyebrown and chuckled a bit. 

Typical of Jongin to state exactly what he wanted. If Taemin had been a different person, or rather, not a demon, it’d make him blush. The way he was currently, it just made him laugh. “Okay?” 

Thanks to individual schedules or plans, everyone was surprisingly absent from the EXO dorm. It was a good thing too, or else they would’ve heard an earful. 

Jongin’s ragged moans echoed in the empty apartment, his nails digging into his own thighs as he held them open for Taemin to rim him.

Coherent words had been out the window the moment Taemin had Jongin’s clothes off because he knew how to do everything right. It also helped that in the past few months Taemin had made it his personal mission to get particularly good at the things Jongin enjoyed. 

At one point in the night, Jongin was sure Taemin had him hopped up on some of his ~demonic magic~ because he’d come three times from rimming alone. It was starting to get a bit embarrassing. He couldn’t really ask because his mind wasn’t thinking in complete sentences and he doubted that’d his lips would cooperate if he could. 

The warmth that engulfed his erection made him toss his head back, hitting the wall with a thud, not that he cared. Jongin let his legs go by then, his hands scrambling to tug at Taemin’s pastel purple locks. “fu ck me no w” Jongin words came out elongated and drawn out, barely making sense, but Taemin already knew. He let his throat tighten around him one more time before he removed his mouth. 

Jongin’s flushed hard on smacked against his stomach, immediately leaking a bit of clear liquid. Without saying anymore, Taemin looked down on him and let his eyes go dark, examining Jongin’s aroused state. 

“So hard and anxious for me. You’re begging me to take you.” Jongin nodded and squirmed underneath Taemin’s heavy gaze, feeling his erection throb. “I could make you come, just looking at you.” Jongin nodded again, more anxiously and bit his bottom lip. “please.” 

Through maneuvering, mostly on Taemin’s part, Jongin ended up on top, grinding down into Taemin’s lap. Despite the feeling being but a fraction of what Jongin was feeling, Taemin still felt his heart slam into his chest and his stomach tie in knots. Jongin had him coming just that quickly and he knew it, because he grinned when Taemin dug his fingers into the skin around his hips.

Taemin lay in the bed next to Jongin, staring at his sleeping features as he snored. As usual, when they were done, Jongin fell asleep immediately, utterly exhausted. Even though Taemin knew he’d probably let go a bit too much and took too much, something like happiness flooded his body. 

For the first time in his long life, he felt content. Satisfied. Sure he would be up for another round of sex, but unlike before he met Jongin, it wasn’t a driving force. Totally awake and full of energy, Taemin played with the pink strands of his boyfriend’s hair. 

Once it got a bit later in the night, Taemin slipped from the bed and put on his clothes. As an after thought, he leaned over Jongin and whispered an incantation for means of protection. He was happy and felt fantastic, but Taeyong’s warning still chimed in the back of his head. Anyone could call him overly cautious, but he’d rather Jongin be safe over anything else. 

XII 

“Did you hear? That trainee left the company, I think his name was Taeyong? He was in SRB15.” Minho sighed, not even bothering to look up from his magazine. Taemin raised an eyebrow and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face. “Why?”, Minho shrugged and he finally looked up, his blue contacts shining in the fluorescent light of the waiting room. “Probably couldn’t stand the pressure? It’s a shame too because he was promising and he wanted to be just like you.”

Taemin knew Taeyong wouldn’t completely disappear or leave him alone, considering even his most powerful effort to ward the boy off would be temporary. The most he could do was just wait or make sure Jongin was okay.

“Your boyfriend kicking me out the company was smart, but he should’ve known I’d find you some how,” The voice sent shivers down Jongin’s spine, but he leaned in with a smile on his face anyway. 

EXO was having a fanmeet and a guy that looked vaguely like a past trainee came up to Jongin, holding out his CD. Instead of answering when Jongin asked him for his name, he replied with that instead.

Confused and sort of creeped out, Jongin forced a smile and just signed his name, not replying. He reached out to shake the kid’s hand, but there was a static zap when the boy tried to close. Instead of questioning it, Jongin thanked goodness for the weird static and just waved at the boy. 

When they were finished and were in their van, on the way to a music show recording, Jongin called Taemin. 

“So that guy getting kicked out was your fault?” Taemin vaguely confirmed and Jongin sighed. “He was going to hurt you. I”m sure of it.”, “Why didn’t you tell me? Instead you put some kind of weird spell on me because I couldn’t even shake his hand.” Taemin started to explain that it wasn’t a spell, but decided against it, letting Jongin have his thoughts. 

“Honestly as long as you’re safe, you can be mad at me for trying to protect you. That Taeyong kid was no good.” 

After thank, they made plans to meet that night and hung up. “A spell? I knew you and Taemin were into weird shit.” Baekhyun hooted, poking Jongin in the side. The younger rolled his eyes and ignored the rather insulting catcall. 

The time came and they sat face to face as a restaraunt. To any onlooker, they looked like two idols hanging out together, not a couple on a date. As much as they wanted to be public, they both knew that wasn’t possible. It took Taemin a bit, but he got out everything, even the fact that Taeyong was demon, which startled Jongin. 

“So what was he planning to do? I don’t understand why’d he threaten you, someone who outranks him,”, “Me either honestly. Cambions are really cocky, so don’t think too much about it. It was very normal, though gutsy of him.” Jongin nodded and reached under the table, grabbing Taemin’s hand.

“Next time, tell me okay? Don’t keep it to yourself. I know you’re worried, but I can worry about myself too.” Taemin looked down at his spaghetti with sheepish smile and he squeezed Jongin’s hand. 

“I will next time. Just know, I wanted to protect you and that scared me death because I’ve never worried about anything or anyone other than myself. I love you.” 

Jongin took in the words with a soft smile on his face and he nodded. 

“You’re pretty sweet for a demon you know. I love you too.” 

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when your best friend is an incubus (Part 3)

Taekai

PG-13 

V

Jongin watched the episode playout the screen, getting up and screaming when he realized Taemin had won his first music show. The whole process happened a bit slow since Jongin had slept through the rest of the show, missing every performance but Taemin’s. 

Surprisingly SM didn’t have him doing anything, so all of his extra energy went to helping Taemin when he needed it. After what happened before his solo debut, it’d happen a few more times, but nothing had been as intense. 

Sometimes Jongin caught himself thinking about Taemin, debating if they could be more than friends, then remembering that he wasn’t even human. It still didn’t stop him from picturing normal couple things. It wasn’t too hard to see him and Taemin walking down the street wearing matching bracelets or shirts. Especially since most fans would take it as the two being the best and closest of friends.

“You know, you could be less obvious.” Taemin whispered, Jongin’s breath hitching in his throat. He turned and looked at Taemin in confusion which turned into embarrassment when he realized Taemin was reading his thoughts. They were in the middle of shooting an episode of “Hello Counselor” and were taking a break. “We can go hang out when you want to. No one would think to much of it. We are professed best friends.”  Jongin nodded and squeezed the plush bear pillow in hand. He glanced at the hosts talking amongst themselves and at the guest, who was staring at Taemin like she was sure he wasn’t real. 

Taemin caught wind of her thoughts and shot a grin her way, the girl almost reddening immediately. She turned away and Taemin chuckled, poking Jongin in the side. “Too easy.” Jongin cracked a smile, knowing that Taemin would drain bits of her excited energy until she calmed down somewhat. 

The PD signalled that they were going to continue shooting and Jongin shifted on his pillow, his eyes drooping as he yawned. They were almost done since the girl was their last concern. As if something answered Jongin’s hope that things would go by quickly, everything did. It seemed like Jongin blinked and they were saying goodbye to the hosts and the staff and getting into the van. 

“I know you’re tired but let’s go to Hongdae. Things liven up after 11 and it’s 12 right now. You’ll have plenty of time to sleep later.” Jongin yawned again and wiped the tears from his cheek. Taemin’s manager took a turn and then stopped, parking on the side of the road. “Be careful and have him back before four AM. Seunghwan hyung will kill me if you get caught. I mean it Taemin.” Since Jongin and Taemin were in the back of the van, Taemin took the liberty of rolling his eyes and leaning back in his seat. “Yes manager hyung, I promise.” Jongin shook his head, unbuckling his seatbelt. Since it was still a bit cool, they could get away with their face masks and oversized scarfs that hid most of their faces. Taemin’s manager ensured that they were both adequately covered and let them get out, unlocking the door. Before Taemin slammed the door shut, he heard the man yell one last ‘4 AM.’ 

As it happened they were dressed pretty similarly, their jackets almost identical. It was a semblance of couple clothing and the coincidence alone made Jongin’s face heat up, though his scarf and mask covered it. He worked hard to keep his mind blank. When Taemin huffed and stopped walking, turning to glare at him, Jongin laughed. The demon’s eyes turned completely black for a second and Jongin laughed harder, much to Taemin’s displeasure. 

“You really don’t scare me anymore. That was cute though.” Taemin slitted his eyes and annoyance and started moving faster, finally approaching some stalls of street food.

VII

Taemin strummed his fingers through Jongin’s freshly dyed brown hair, lulling him to sleep against his will. “You’ve been up practicing the new dances for almost two days, you need to rest. The choreography looks perfect, there’s not much else you could do,” Taemin sighed, Jongin frowning before he finally passed out. 

In times like this, Taemin used his powers to aide Jongin, especially because Jongin had on and off bouts of insomnia. 

As Jongin lay sleeping in his lap, Taemin questioned everything that’d happened in the past few years.

How exactly had he gotten so close to human that’d had once been his prey? Whenever he found himself looking at Jongin, instead of waves of lust that were constantly thrumming through him, there was something else. Something foreign and strange. 

Somewhere in between a re-run of some strange variety show and the news, Taemin realized what it was.

“God damn it...” 

It was love. 

VIII

As of last week Taemin had been acting strange and it’d been bugging Jongin to no living end. Whenever he’d ask if he was busy, Taemin would come up with some excuse. At first Jongin fell for it, but the next few times raised some particular interests. 

Taemin had little to no respect for authority, so when he gave the excuse that Jinki wanted them to practice for their comeback, Jongin knew it was bullshit.  

It took Jongin three days, but he got ahold of Taemin’s schedule. He cleared his own and cornered him in the dance studio late one night.

“You’ve been avoiding me and I want to know why. Usually I can’t get rid of you but I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks. What’s wrong?” Since Jongin’s approach had taken Taemin by surprise, he just stared at Jongin. His eyes changed to their natural state and Taemin sighed. “Look Jongin, I’m tired and I just want to get back to the door. Everyone’s tired, so I can’t really pull from anyone. I have to actually sleep like normal people.” Jongin refused to budge. 

Taemin tried to step around Jongin, but he blocked him. There were a few other attempts but they ended the same, so Taemin did the only thing he could. He pushed Jongin out the way and the younger man ended up slamming his back into the wall. Jongin let out a groan of surprise and pain and glared at Taemin. “You’d rather fight me than tell me what’s wrong? What the hell Taemin?” 

He could’ve walked away. He could’ve ignored Jongin and walked out the studio, but something wouldn’t let him. Instead Taemin’s eyes flashed and he scrunched up his face in anger. “I love you, you jackass. I know you love me too,” The anger melted from Jongin’s face and he walked towards Taemin, unsure of how to respond to the confession. “Everything’s fucked up now and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m not supposed to fall in love with you. Shit, I didn’t even know I could fall in love and with a human no-less.” 

“What are we going to do then?” 

“I really don’t know.” 

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when your best friend is an incubus (Part 2)

Taekai

NC-17 

III 

Over the next few months, Jongin found himself spending more and more time around Taemin. After a certain point, people started to acknowledge Jongin and Taemin as a pair rather than separately. 

The only time they were apart was when it was decided that Jongin would debut in EXO. As the main dancer and sub-rapper (which Taemin had scoffed at), Jongin was a lot more busier than usual. Instead of being able to sit and watch Taemin dance or dance with him leisurely, he had dances to learn for the upcoming showcase, all of which had to be perfect. 

Taemin came into the studio during his free time and watched Jongin move across the floor effortlessly. “You know if you come down a little softer on the turn, you’ll have enough time to get your position. A lil something a dance teacher told me once.” Jongin stopped the music and turned towards Taemin, glaring. There was sweat dripping down his face and he was wired with energy, but that changed when stopped and sat down by Taemin. Now the studio smelled like vanilla and he felt like he could take a long nap. 

“You know you seep the energy from me just by being in contact with me.” Jongin sighed when he laid his head down in Taemin’s lap. Instead of pushing the sweaty boy off, Taemin just leaned back on his palms and sighed. “Your debut is soon, there’s no time to sleep.” Taemin took one of his hands and traced Jongin’s features, spending a bit of extra time on his nose. “Your nose is my favorite part of your face.” Jongin smiled with his eyes closed, intent on falling asleep in that position. 

“Where do you get your energy from? I know you can’t get it from your fans all the time.” Jongin yawned, looking up at his friend. 

It was rare when Jongin asked Taemin more about himself, but the incubus welcomed it nonetheless. In fact he enjoyed answering the questions because no one else knew what he was, so he could only ever be himself with Jongin and Jongin alone.

“Sometimes Jonghyun hyung, sometimes Minho hyung and rarely Jinki hyung. Kibum hyung is a rather tough case. I tried once and almost got overpowered, so I leave him alone.” This caught Jongin’s attention and he raised an eyebrow in question. “What do you mean overpowered?”, “Sometimes when humans fall asleep, their willpower is too strong for me to invade their dreams. Kibum is one of those people. I use up most of my energy just trying to get into his head so by the time I’m in, I’m exhausted. At that point, there’s no reason for me continue because the outcome won’t be beneficial to me.” 

Slowly but surely Jongin was coming to understand and even feel bad for Taemin. In the duration of their odd friendship, Jongin learned that Taemin could eat food and sleep which gave him energy, but in order for him to do things like maintain his human appearance, he needed more than food could provide. Most times he was too tired to go out, so he’d stay in his dorm and feed off his bandmates. He also fed off of Jongin frequently, saying something like Jongin had so much energy that it was easy and less troublesome. Jongin honestly didn’t mind, just as long as Taemin left him mostly conscious. Sometimes Taemin wouldn’t stop and Jongin would end up passed out a for few hours, his body devoid of motivation or energy. Those were the days when Taemin would just tuck Jongin in and bring food to him, feeling a semblance of guilt. 

Everything had it’s checks and balances and their relationship was no exception.

IV 

When it was announced that Taemin was having a solo, Jongin knew what that meant for him: dreamless nights and mini-comas since he’d probably be demon’s main source of energy. 

“I won’t take too much. I need you to be alive.” Taemin laughed, patting Jongin on the back. Jongin looked at the other man warily and rolled his eyes “Yeah, sure.” 

The choreography for “Danger” proved to be more intricate than Jongin had pictured, so during the late night practices, he’d drag himself from his dorm and sit in the practice room to keep Taemin company. On one particular night, he saw he wasn’t the only one and found Minho passed out on the couch in the room. “Is that your doing or?” Taemin nodded and bit his lip, walking over to make sure Minho was breathing. “He came to watch and I’ve been in here all day trying to get this move down. Before I knew it he laid down to take a nap and it was so easy.” Jongin’s eyes wandered to the dark stain on Minho’s sweatpants as well as the half-formed bulge. 

Jongin volunteer to get Minho to the dorm and when he came back, he found Taemin still trying to master the move, wiggling his shoulders and feet in unison. “If you’re trying to do this, it’s more like this.” Jongin spoke up, walking over to Taemin and duplicating his previous actions but a bit more measure. Taemin watched him for a second and tried it again, succeed. “God! That’s taken me all day to get it right, not even the choreographer could instruct me on how to do it right.” Jongin grinned and shot a thumbs up at Taemin. His smile faded a little bit when he looked closer at Taemin and saw that both of his pupils had turned black. 

“Your eyes are turning back.” Jongin said, his face falling into a worried frown. 

Here he was worrying about the wellbeing of a demon. What had his life come to?

“I need to energy and rest.” Taemin sighed, sitting on the floor and crossing his legs before he ran a hand through his bleached blonde hair. “Take what you need off me.” Jongin said after a beat or two. Taemin narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to refuse, but Jongin met him halfway. “Look you need to get yourself together, your first performance is in a week. You need to be in top condition and you can’t do that when you can barely keep your eyes normal.” Taemin nodded in agreement and stood up, gathering his things before he lead Jongin back to his dorm.

The moment they arrived, Jongin noticed something extremely odd. When he’d dropped of Minho, Jinki and Kibum had been wide away, but now they were in a deep sleep, both in awkward positions like they’d just dropped off to sleep randomly. Taemin led the way, showing Jongin into his room where Minho and Jonghyun slept peacefully in their bunk bed. 

“Did you do something?” Taemin nodded and threw his back on the ground, the whole process making a loud noise. “They won’t wake up till I let them. Well except for Minho. He’ll be out until he wakes up on his own, which I don’t predict to be any sooner than tomorrow afternoon. We’re fine,” Jongin nodded slowly and sat on Taemin’s bed removing his jacket and socks. “Are you sure?” Taemin asked, removing his own jacket. “Since when do demons ask for permission? You didn’t the first time.” Taemin laughed and he reached up to scratch his head. “Well you’re kind of my friend now. I’d feel kind of bad doing something that you didn’t want.” 

Just as Jongin assumed, Taemin was quick and precise in his movements. He had Jongin undressed in a few minutes flat and his clothes pretty much disappeared at will. It was quite interesting to see up close now that Jongin was wide awake. The only similarity that existed between his first encounter with Taemin and now, was that he couldn’t really move his body the way he wanted to. Each and every movement his body carried out, it was to aid Taemin. When the man wanted his legs spread, he simply tapped Jongin’s legs and his legs moved on their own, independent to his thoughts. 

The kisses planted on his inner thighs burned with a low simmer but Jongin didn’t squirm, the only indicator that he was feeling it was the tremble in his thighs. Without warning, Taemin swallowed him whole and fondled at his balls, his encased in tight, wet heat. His mouth opened in a choked gasp and Taemin withdrew from him, brushing his hair out his face. “Be as loud as you want. They really won’t wake up. I promise.” Jongin nodded and then make a squeaking sound when Taemin returned to what he was doing. 

The simmering traveled wherever Taemin put his hands and mouth, so that meant that Jongin was trembling from the tingling sensation on his dick as well as on his balls. Something about this whole experience was surreal as Taemin bobbed his head, stroking what wasn’t in his mouth. He stopped to suckle at the head, prodding his tongue into the slit. That action action made Jongin almost scream, his entire body feeling like it was vibrating. “H-hyung. Pl-please.” Taemin glanced at Jongin’s desperate expression and sighed in content before he let Jongin fall from his mouth with a pop.

Jongin tried to school his expression into one of nonchalance, but then Taemin kept stroking him. Just as Jongin was about to come, he stopped and let go of his dick. “A little trick.” Taemin mumbled before he traced a finger around the tip of Jongin’s dick. He did it a few times and Jongin felt the tingles return. This time they were much stronger and he couldn’t help it when Taemin did it again and he came, his hips moved on their own as he rode out his orgasm. 

It might’ve been almost two o’clock in the morning when they first walked into SHINee’s dorm, but now it was almost five o’clock and the sun was threatening to peek through the closed blinds. Jongin was exhausted but Taemin kept going and kept getting him hard. Honestly he wasn’t even aware it was humanly possible to come that much, but Taemin showed him. 

“I promise this is the last one, I’m getting a bit tired.” Taemin sighed as he moved his hair out his face again, though this time his fringe stuck because of sweat. He was pushing into Jongin from the back, the man on his knees as Taemin held his hips and pistoned his own hips. Each thrust made Jongin’s knees tremble and his eyes threatened to close on him. 

To keep him awake, Taemin kept running his nails lightly down the damp skin of Jongin’s back, effectively tickling him and further turning him on. He also grabbed a handful of Jongin’s hair and pulled his head back, pressing his hips against the cheeks of Jongin’s ass. “More.” Jongin found himself mumbling despite his tired limbs. No matter how much he came and felt like his entire body was heavy, he still wanted more. 

At this point he couldn’t tell if it was Taemin doing something to him or if he had quite the sex-drive. Either way, Taemin delivered, picking up his pace. He let go of Jongin’s hair and his hands went back to Jongin’s hips. Jongin moved his hands to stroke himself off, but before he could get there, he came untouched, again. This time however, Taemin grunted and bit his lip. After a thrust or two, he pulled out of Jongin and stroked himself until he came on his back. 

Jongin collapsed and laid on his stomach, hyperventilating. “I’m so fucking tired. I feel like I just ran a marathon.” Taemin stretched and disappeared into the hallway, coming back with a towel. By that point, Jongin had control of his body, but he had no energy, so he just laid there. 

Once again feeling for him, Taemin cleaned him up and tucked him into the clean side of the bed. “Are you going to sleep?” Taemin shook his head and eyed his back with his dance clothes in it. “I might go shower and go back to the studio.” Jongin stared incredulously at Taemin and waved him off with what little energy he had left. 

Taemin hadn’t even walked out the room before Jongin passed off, immediately slipping off into a dreamless sleep. 

The things he did for his friend. 

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when your best friend is an incubus (Part 1)

Taekai 

NC-17

Kim Jongin isn’t afraid of Lee Taemin.

I

The first time Kim Jongin met Lee Taemin, it was in a drowsy haze. He’d just turned sixteen. 

His pajamas clung to his body in sweat as he tossed and turned in a deep sleep, his face buried into a pillow as he let out a string of moans. 

In his dream, he’d been lured into a dark club, countless bodies swaying and grinding everywhere. Something called him to the dance floor and he followed it, ending up in the middle of all the movement. Jongin’s body started to move on it’s own, his limbs flowing and bouncing to the beat as his mind stayed cloudy and hazy.

When he really got into it, his thoughts followed his body and soon there was nothings but the heat and smell of sweat from the people and the throbbing beat of the music. A hand reached for his waist and soon a body grinded against his, following his exact movements. 

A faint hint of vanilla flowed into Jongin’s nose, overpowering everything else. The hands started to wander, one going up the expanse of his chest and the other going down his pants, removing him from his boxers. Instead of being alarmed like he would’ve in a situation like that, Jongin was oddly calm. In fact, he was even enjoying it. The warm hand went along with the beat, each pound of bass prompting the stranger to stroke. By the end of the song, Jongin was strung out and on the verge of coming. 

His head was lolled back and his eyes were squinted, his lips parted as he let out puffs of air. He debated begging the stranger to let him come, but something kept him quiet. In the middle of the song that was playing, the minute the beat hit a crescendo, the hand twisted and gave him what he wanted. Unlike any orgasm he’d ever had, his entire body shook and once he finished, he didn’t have much energy to do anything else but stay leaned on the stranger. 

It was at that specific moment that Jongin forced himself to wake up. His eyes snapped open and he was met face to face with pitch black eyes. Instead of screaming, his heart sped up in his chest and he struggled to sit up. While the process sounded easy, it took him a bit of time because he felt physically drained.

The person, or rather, thing, stared at him and moved back, sitting at the edge of his bed. “So you can see me? It’s been a while since I’ve had one that could see me. Are you scared?” Jongin racked through his brain and shook his head. “Not really. I just wasn’t expecting to see someone on top of me when I woke up from a,” Jongin paused and looked underneath his covers, confirming that he’d indeed had a wet dream, “wet dream.” It laughed and moved off the bed, coming to stand behind Jongin’s bed. “At least it was enjoyable for the both of us, though don’t be surprised if you feel a little tired tomorrow.” It was obvious the entity was about to leave, so Jongin did something unthinkable. 

“Hey, what’s your name?” It tilted it’s head and smirked, flashing it’s teeth. “Lee Taemin, funny that you’d ask. You’re really quite interesting Kim Jongin. When I was debating how I’d slip into your dreams, I noticed we have quite a bit in common,” “And what would that be?” Jongin found himself asking. By this point, he wasn’t even startled anymore, just curious. “Dancing. You look like you have talent and your body is definitely one of a dancer.” Taemin’s emphasis sent a shiver down his spine, but Jongin pushed forward, determined to figure out exactly what he was. 

“I’m an incubus by the way.” Jongin’s eyes widened because now he knew Taemin could read minds. “Also, you should go to that audition. I think you’ll do fine,” The incubus looked out the window and grimaced, groaning. “The sun’s coming up soon. I have to leave, but I’ll see you in the near future Kim Jongin.” 

With that Taemin disappeared into thin air and left Jongin staring at where he once stood. Had he just made acquaintances with a demon?

II

Just as the demon had predicted, Jongin nailed the audition and got into SM Entertainment as a trainee. 

After a few weeks, he was shown around the company and introduced to some of the artist signed to the company. The first group he met was Super Junior, which he’d barely been able to contain his excitement when he met Eunhyuk. Luckily a friend he’d made, Yixing, pinched him and stopped him from doing more than bowing deeply and shaking the man’s hand. 

The second and third group he got to meet were SNSD and TVXQ, this time he was sure he managed to embarrass himself due to Yixing’s absence. Between all the gorgeous women and Yunho and Changmin who were pretty much gods of the industry, Jongin stuttered through his introduction of his name and age. He was sure he’d held onto Yunho’s hand a bit longer than was socially acceptable in most instances. The man just regarded him with a look of sympathy and small smile before he let go of Jongin’s hand, prompting Jongin to also eventually let go, still in a starstruck stupor. 

Somewhere in between meeting the other groups, there was one he hadn’t met yet. That was SHINee. 

Unlike the other three which had been in a more formal setting, Jongin had accidentally wandered into one of the dance studios during their dance practice. Curiosity took over and Jongin slipped into the room, sitting down in a corner so he didn’t disturb anyone. 

He’d been sitting for at least a minute or two when the familiar smell of vanilla drifted to his nose, rousing his memories of the incubus almost a year ago. Jongin tried to trace the source of the smell from his seat, but came up blank. The longer he sat in the studio, the more the smell beckoned and called to him. 

The group finally took a break after almost twenty minutes of non-stop dancing and Jongin found his source. Rather than follow the smell, the scent came to him, closing in on him when a man that was eerily similar to the demon that’d talked to him in his bedroom. They were quite a ways away from the others, so the man crouched over and leaned closer to Jongin. His voice was barely above a whisper.

“So you made it. I knew you would. You’ve gotten even better at dancing since I last you.” Jongin found himself nodding and he even sat up straight. “You’re an idol?” There was a touch of amusement in his voice and it humored the incubus. “Best business to be in when you’re what I am. Trust me when I say it’s been a long time since I’ve gone to bed unsatisfied,” Taemin seemed like he wanted to continue, but one of his bandmates walked over by them. “Friend of yours?” The taller man asked, eyeing Jongin. Taemin nodded with a bright smile on his face. “Yeah, I’ve known him for a while. Minho hyung, this is Kim Jongin. He’s a trainee.” Minho reached out a hand and shook Jongin’s, an equally bright smile on his face. “It’s rare to meet Taemin’s friends. Nice to meet you.” Jongin nodded and looked back at Taemin, amazed that he put on such a convincingly bright and sweet mask. 

He also wondered how he got his eyes to look normal...