always wanted to know what kim jonghyun is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…
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FLUFF:
the two of you make time for each other whenever you can no matter how busy you are
he prefers to stay inside a lot of the time bc he just likes being with you
he does enjoy a good party once and a while tho
ALWAYS wants to bring you to EVERYTHING
he wants to bring you to everything SO he can talk to you the whole time and it’s like?? what was the point of this again? cuz u two are just kinda in the midst of the crowd shouting and laughing at each other with drinks in your hands
drinking competitions def
he knows he won't win but he loves to drink so he’s happy LMFSDFOS
won’t force you to do things either but likes to encourage you to get out of your comfort zone every once and a while
probably was in a chess club in high school
in some niche club or some shit that he wants to rekindle the fire in so he gets you to do some random ass shit like skiing
and he knows everything about it it’s rlly strange for some reason but also embarrassing for you bc u can tell he’s alr a pro and ur just flopping around
also an avid fan of ice skating LOVES THE HOLIDAYS OH MY GOD
every year it only gets more exciting for him? and like he is, he brings you along for it
is a gift giver
he gets you very thoughtful presents yet he never expects anything back and you try ur goddamn hardest but the only thing he wants at the end of the day is you with him
will be sitting in a chair in ikea and go, “this is the chair i’ll sit in when im eighty years old, i think”
“yeah but ur chair is better than mine”
“i live in luxury, y/n, it’s a lifestyle”
he is one of those bitches that u have to ask him not to bring home a new dog every single day
you already have like 3 of them bc he bought one from the shelter and the other 2 he found on the side of the road and begged you to take in with him
ur lowkey worried every time he asks u to pull over on the freeway bc u fear it’s another dog
(it wasn’t a dog—it was a cat tho)
so now u have 3 dogs and a cat
not that ur complaining
the honeymoon phase goes on for at least two or three years and then it goes straight to old married couple and there’s nothing in between those
also doesn’t like going to bed without solving problems first
he will quite literally stay up for four more hours if it means resolving it before going to bed angry
he just doesn’t like being angry
it doesn’t suit him anyway
teddy bear
he like holds ur face in his hands cuz he likes just gazing into ur eyes cuz he’s stupidly in love and he likes to place singular kisses on your lips so they’re not peppered but they’ll just be singular kisses maybe tries to sneak in there a little just loves holding u he loves u
giggles n touching and u both are kind of just under a blanket just in underwear or some shit and his skin is warm and soft
you love just being on him and feeling him close to u :(
same for him :(
“honey you have this mole on your back”
“jjong-“
“no it’s cute”
“it’s a birth mark?”
*grabby hands*
giggling and sliding his hands downnnnnnnnmmnnn
just laughter and giggles and moving his hands into your pants pls he knows u like it🧍
and you grab his wrists and are like :)
and he’s just :3 n kisses u like what!!
SMUT:
u come outta the bathroom and see him sitting in bed under the blankets in all of his glory what a beautiful man and he looks up at you like :) hey
he’s just so relieved to see you at the end of the day that’s all
you practically DIVE into bed and he laughs as you practically throw your body over his
and he’s rushing u to get under the covers before the cold monsters get you
he likes to wrap his arms around u and kiss ur cheeks everywhere ur forehead top of ur head just peppering everywhere he’s just so happy to see u :(
likes pressing the both of your foreheads together so he can look u in the eyes and then giggle when it gets too quiet
ahh he just likes holding u in his arms even if it’s just your head on his chest just any physical contact is all he wants
when he gets touchy he always ends up kissing u,,, once,,, or twice,, and then again,,, and again- and then ur on top of him and he’s holding you firm in his arms feeling him sigh into your mouth
just loves making out honest to god he lives for you and the noises you make out of satisfaction and the lip smacking it all makes him excited
it’s getting a little too hot and heavy but he still giggles once and a while and u two kinda chuckle at each other once and a while 💀
likes holding your waist as u sit down on his lap and then down to ur ass to touch
he kinda sits up so the two of you are closer and then rolls u over so you’re under him and both of u are kind of heaving for breath but it’s ok bc he loves seeing your chest move up and down for breath and parted lips
just likes necking honestly he likes leaving hickies too just to get you riled up. nights like these where it’s easy and you can feel his lips smile on your skin
running his hands through his hair as he lifts ur arched back up to lay in his arms
and glances down to see ur small panties🙄
he’s like oh and is like ok nvm get on me rn
just wants to feel you get wet in your panties juuuuust for him
likes that satisfaction but also likes seeing u breathily moan out his name
both of ur underwear is wet tho so all’s well and ends well
just the feeling of him growing underneath you and poking at you through your clothed body
he doesn’t want u to take them off tho
so he kinda just moves them ovveerrr
and he’s like they’re just too pretty baby let me fuck you in them please
lifts you by your waist and turns you over so you’re facing the bed but your ass is up
you can look back at him and it’s so contradictory seeing literal hearts pop out of his eyes in adoration for you but something else is also popping out
really likes just to be able to hold onto your hips
also reverse cowboy/girl
ass! ass! ass! ass! ass!
will ask if he can smack your ass bc pls pls pls god
wants to smack them while you wear your panties he just likes seeing them jiggle bye
he just likes touching so he has his hands theyre kneading into your ass, your thighs, your tummy, your chest
is a tactile learner
a bit of a hands on guy
for my afab folks god he loves boobs tho
likes playing with them bc he knows he’ll get a reaction from you
unrelated kind of a side note
i feel like he likes the vibrating panties too. doesn’t really care for public action either he just likes having you in front of him seeing you in pleasure
just likes seeing you hold onto the bed frame as you call out his name for him to help
and he always delivers
also will grab you by your thighs bc he wants you to sit on his face
doesn’t care how much u weigh yadda yadda yadda just sit on his face so he can fuck you with his tongue and suffocate
holds onto your thighs while doing so
likes to leave you shaking
he likes tasting u but doesn’t always go straight to it
so he’ll leave kisses maybe on your inner thighs,,, to around you, maybe leave kisses before putting hisbtongueinnnn
HE TRAILS THE KISSES UP AND TEASES U HEHEHEH
if he’s holding you he’ll always be rubbing your back
just likes touching your skin
he’s he’s he’s so soft abt it too
like so gentle in caressing u
and he goes to grab you to tickle you💀
just laughs and runs his hands through your hair
let’s you go wash up and then come back to cuddle :/
OK SURPRISE! this is very unexpected i am aware BUT i just realized that i hadn’t done jjong yet for these! and with that we are done with the bf headcanons! please let me know if you’d like any more future hcs, and you know i will deliver. thank you all again to those who are enjoying my content!
jaaneman // जानेमन // جان ِ من (persian, n.) - “soul of me”; gender-neutral word for sweetheart or darling
genre: fluff
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All week, Jonghyun wondered if you knew that you were his favorite part of every day. Your words encouraging him through texts on even the busiest day, your voice greeting him as soon as he walked through the unlocked door to your tiny office in the small shared apartment, your smile beaming at him across the dinner table every night, your eyes grinning at him over the top of your book every time he sat at your feet on the couch, your breath faint against his lips when he leaned in for the latest kiss of millions-- he loved them all.
He told you one day as he laid his head down on your desk, watching in unrestrained awe as your brow furrowed and your lips quivered while your pen scribbled on the pages of your newest composition book. His voice was such an airy whisper that you knew he didn't require an immediate response.
Often, conversations like this spanned several days. Jonghyun would reflect on something for days before ever opening his mouth, and then you would consider his words carefully. You would carry his voice around the apartment and onto the sidewalk and onto the bus and into your often into your office, where you would record it on paper, missing far too many of his mannerisms and inflections and breaths and everything that made his voice his. Beautiful.
Conversations with him were rarely brief, rarely (maybe never) shallow. Swimming in the depths of your soul with Jonghyun was your favorite part of living. Sometimes (maybe always) you thought that was what you were born to do: speak to him, hold him, love him.
So you told him one night as you laid your head on his chest and started mapping onto his skin the constellations he introduced to you. Then, he would carry your voice around the apartment and onto the sidewalk and into his car and into the studio, where he would record it in a song, pouring all of his efforts into matching your mannerisms and inflections and everything that made your voice yours. Beautiful.
Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a young prince. The prince, appropriately named Kim Jonghyun and affectionately nicknamed JR by the servants, developed an interest in the kingdom and everyone he would one day rule over, making him a man of the people from a young age.
With the exception of Prince Hwang Minhyun, Jonghyun was considered the odd one out by the royals of his age, often looking down on him for attending school with the commoners instead of hiring a tutor to teach him. Jonghyun preferred it this way though, for it helped him gain a new perspective and an understanding of how his people lived and he swore when he’d be king, he’d make the kingdom a much better place.
As he grew up, the young prince partook in many activities, eventually befriending Kang Dongho, his future knight and Choi Minki, future tailor for the elite (on Jonghyun’s recommendation of course.)
Because the Hwangs and Kims were neighbors in the vast land, they met regularly, the kings quietly discussing the financial crisis while the queens bonded over tea. Jonghyun, Minhyun and his sister princess eventually learned to sneak out of the castles and wander into the town where they met Aron Kwak, a free spirit whose heart never stayed in one place until Minhyun offered him a job working around the castle. But even once Minhyun’s younger sister reached a certain age, she stopped hanging around, instead spending her days on practicing becoming a queen for potential suitors and learning her duties should she accept to rule alone.
Jonghyun never stopped learning, never stopped caring, never stopped being curious of anyone who resided in either kingdom which made him particularly familiar with a lot of people and fairly popular at that. He didn’t mind; it made him proud that he could be someone to other people.
And although he knew he would one day get married to become king, he wasn’t in a hurry to settle down...yet.
*
“Son of a bitch,” Jonghyun swore as he knocked the glass of water over. He stood up before the water could fall into his lap and wet his clothes.
“I told you not to leave it so close,” Minhyun commented before raising his own glass to his lips, pinkie out and drinking slowly so the coldness of the ice wouldn’t rush to his brain.
Jonghyun took out his handkerchief to dry up the water that managed to seep into his pants and onto his shirt. How that happened, he didn’t know but let it go. “Do you have an extra one?”
“No need, Hyung. Y/N!”
In the blink of an eye, his newest servant appeared with a polite smile and a curtsey, ready for his orders. “Your Highness.” You turned to Jonghyun. “Your Highness.”
“Y/N, can you take Prince Charming here to my room? He, uh, had an accident,” he snickered. “There should be some clothes lying around somewhere. And tell Aron to bring us lunch if he isn’t busy.”
“Yes, sir.” You bowed at Minhyun. “Right this way your Highness.” You led him quietly out of the garden and into the castle, greeting a few of the nobles visiting the kingdom, and politely instructing Aron of the princes’ meals when they stopped in the kitchen.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Jonghyun asked, trying to make conversation. He had been walking with his hands in his pockets, whistling loudly to fill the silence, but his lungs quit on him. He had seen you over the years in passing by in Minhyun’s village, sometimes getting bread or dropping off dresses with a seamstress, but never gave it a second thought. It could’ve been anyone serving Minhyun. But this was his first time alone with you.
You offered him an apologetic smile. “I’m still trying to get used to everything and everyone first. It’s quite overwhelming going from being a delivery person to serving royalty overnight...although it’s been almost a month.”
“Do you like it?”
“Everyone’s been very kind to me, and I seem to be doing a good job. I hope the Hwangs will have complete faith in me serving them. It’s a real honor.” You’d heard the story of their last servant stealing from them and how many things needed to be replaced and how much gold managed to get smuggled out. The kingdom had taken a hit and the poverty rate was slowly increasing, making you extremely lucky to have a job right now.
“Have they caught the person responsible for the hardship of the kingdom?” When you shook your head, he sighed and excused himself to change into something drier, only to groan when he felt itchy in the attire. He needed to get Ren to design something for Minhyun, maybe for a birthday present or something and then maybe he’d see.
You were long gone when he stepped out so he made his way into the courtyard when he overheard the two kings in the library in a heated discussion. “Forgive me if I overstep any boundaries,” Minhyun’s father said, “but you are overstaffed and it’s only a matter of time before they figure that out. We’ve had to let some of our own people go for the same reason.”
“I know. But what else can we do? These people have entrusted us to look after them and it’d feel like we’re turning our backs on them. We’ve looked deep in the coal mines in search of more gold but everything’s empty. Many have left us as it is, but we’re still struggling. We are grateful for everything you’ve done for us. Thank you. Our only hope will be to merge the kingdoms.”
“Your Highness?” You tapped Jonghyun’s shoulder lightly, making him jump. “Lunch is ready.”
“Thank you Y/N,” he said quickly composing himself.
“Is everything okay? You’re looking a little pale. Shall I send for a doctor?”
He shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you. Just a little jittery from probably not having lunch yet.” He extended his arm. “After you.”
*
Later that night, Jonghyun locked himself in the study room in hopes of finding a quick solution for the time being. He advised his servants not to bother him unless it was important. He unrolled a map that took up the entire table space and studied the blueprint. He dipped his quill in the inkwell, the tip lightly scritch-scratching on the paper. He circled the locations where he could probably find something, crossed out the places where the king said he searched and turned up with nothing, and making notes on where he could explore for himself just to make sure. He needed a better plan, he knew, but he wanted to help as much as he could. He couldn’t let his people down like this, not when they needed him. He paused when he heard a soft knock on the door. “Yeah?” he said rubbing his eyes.
“The queen would like to know if you’re okay Your Highness. You’ve been up here for hours and she’s worried,” Dongho said, holding a tray. “I told her you’d be having your meal up here.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that. Just put it down anywhere. I just need to finish this.” The scent of food finally reached his nostrils. “That smells good. What is it?”
“I’m not sure Your Highness. It actually came from the Hwang kingdom.” Dongo set the tray on one of the chairs closest to Jonghyun.
“That’s nice of them,” he said. He took off the silver lid that held its contents, inhaling the smell of the bibimbap. He frowned a little at a note folded up neatly on the side. “Dongho, can you bring me some chopsticks. I don’t see anything here.” Once he was alone, he unfolded the note, not recognizing the handwriting but smiling when he saw who it was from.
Prince Minhyun said you didn’t eat much at lunch, so I sent you this. Enjoy. -Y/N.
*
“Did you find what you were looking for Your Highness?” Dongho asked once they were in familiar territory again. He couldn’t believe he had been talked into nearly getting lost in the woods.
“No, but if we could just go a little further out next time, then I’m sure we would.” He petted his horse gently, offering him an apple slice. “I feel it Dongho! I know that we can at least fix the water problem; we just have to keep going.”
“Your Highness, I admire your perseverance, but we’re not prepared for something like this.”
“Listen to me though. Finding water means our people won’t die of thirst and if we can find a body of water, we can catch fish and if we catch fish, they won’t die of hunger.”
“But they will die if they’re allergic to fish,” Baekho mumbled to himself and Jonghyun whacked him.
“Not the point.”
“I know you want to save the people hyung, I get it. What I don’t understand is how you’re putting pressure on yourself to do this when it isn’t even your responsibility. The king is still alive, and there’s pressure to find a princess to marry. So why are you doing it?”
“Just as you said. I want to save the people. But I also want to feel like a competent leader when I’m king. I don’t want them to have doubts. And if I can save my people, Minhyun’s people will have a chance too.”
“There are always gonna be problems and there will always be people who doubt you. Your mind is in the right place and that’s all that matters.” He fed his own horse a carrot and he whinnied happily.
They rode the rest of the way in silence, JR trying to remember everything on the map and Baekho watching the area carefully to make sure nothing seemed out of place. Thankfully not many people held a grudge against the innocent prince but one could never be too sure. He heard about a fellow knight who had accidentally eaten some poisoned strawberries meant for the princess he was supposed to be protecting, and how the princess never left his side until he recovered. They were married now, so at least they had a happy ending.
The pair stopped in the town to do a checkup since neither seemed in a rush to get back to the castle. Jonghyun may have been a strong person but he had a fragile heart and it hurt him to see his kingdom falling apart. Many shops were boarded up shut from the families who couldn’t live there anymore and instead moved somewhere they could afford to live. The king had taken a great risk moving some of them into the castle but he supposed he’d rather have Minki there than anywhere else. Still, he saw his reflection on the glass of his parents’ tailor shop and Jonghyun turned away, feeling partially responsible even though it had nothing to do with him.
He got off his high horse (literally), and picked up all the trash he saw, surprised that no one bothered to clean up. Once his people recognized him, they bowed respectfully and offered to take the trash he collected which he obliged. Not noticing his knight had left, Dongho returned with a bowl of porridge since they hadn’t eaten since leaving and Jonghyun refrained from shoveling the whole thing in his mouth, despite the lack of flavor. The people used the opportunity to bombard him with questions and concerns of the town, as they made a circle around him, overwhelming him and getting nervous. He answered as honestly as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough. And just as quickly, a small fire flown over their heads and near one of the stands made them disperse and turn their focus on that.
He felt someone grab his hand and run straight for the castle. It didn’t take him long to figure out that it was you but he was still astounded. You yelled for the guard to open the gates and laughing once you made it safely inside. Dongho headed straight for the stables, letting Jonghyun compose himself.
“Your Highness,” you said in between breaths, “what brings you out of the castle so late in the afternoon?”
“Exploring,” he admitted. “I wanted to see something but we got lost and turned around.” He stared at you wondering what was so out of place. “Why are you here roaming the kingdom?”
“The queen swears the vegetables here are the best in the land, so she sent me on an errand.” You frowned. “Only...I dropped them saving you.”
“That’s something I can repay fairly quickly. Follow me.”
You walked inside, admiring the place. Much like the family you worked for, it was neat and seemed busy, with pages and squires and noblemen walking throughout the halls, charming anyone willing to listen. The portraits scattered along the walls, the past rulers keeping an eye around and pictures of the young prince growing up adorned the opposite side. You smiled at the humanity radiating off of him, enchanted at how his people loved him. “Did you really go to school with us commoners?” You asked in awe, stopping in front of one.
“Yeah,” he said humbly. “I grew up with the servants here and a lot of them had kids my age. My parents were kind enough to let them in the castle so when they started school, I thought it’d be a good idea to follow them there. I met my two best friends there, no offense to your Prince Charming.”
“Prince Minhyun did say you were an odd one,” you commented. “Your Highness-”
“Please call me JR or Jonghyun.”
“JR,” you cleared your throat to hide your embarrassment at dropping the formality, “these people mean a lot to you, don’t they?”
He nodded. “They’ve always had so much faith in us, and to feel like we’re not giving them our all, it feels like treason. I went out with Dongho because I was so sure we’d find a river or something and that would help with some of our problems. My people are starving or dying of thirst and a lot of them are leaving. I want to make my kingdom a better place.”
“Your Highness, I don’t know you that well, but I think you’re going to be a great king.” You patted his shoulder. “From the way I see you treat not just your own people, but Prince Minhyun’s too. I hear them speak highly of you in our village.”
*
From then on, a quiet friendship blossomed between you and Jonghyun, whether he met you at Minhyun’s castle or in either of the villages, he always greeted you with a smile and a promise of an adventure, no matter how short of a time you had together. You played harmless pranks on Minhyun like getting him to clap three times at a lamp so a “genie” would come out and often had Aron running around the castle because you’d tell him you lost Jonghyun. The Hwangs also started to have you send messages to the Kims for official business. If it got too late for Jonghyun to send you back (even with Dongho), he had you stay in a guest room, despite you being a servant. Both parties trusted you not to open the letters so you took this job very seriously.
Jonghyun’s favorite pastime was reading quietly in the courtyard where no one could bother him unless it was to bring him his meals. He often raised his glass as a toast when he saw you roaming with his parents.
He also enjoyed tending to the gardens, something didn’t think he’d like because of the patience he lacked. You found him there many times talking to the plants, praising them and encouraging them to be the most beautiful in all the land. He had the habit of cutting off a flower and offering it to you if he saw you and pouting whenever you rejected it...which didn’t happen often.
He seemed happiest taking his flute lessons outside too because he swore music made the flowers grow faster. He enjoyed your company, fleeting as it was, so whenever your paths crossed, he made sure to keep a smile on your face with his own song for you as a goodbye if he couldn’t walk you to the gate.
He used these distractions to keep himself occupied from the kingdom’s troubles. His dreams, or rather, nightmares began plaguing him late into the night from not finding the source of water to the day of the coronation when his people decided to start a revolution and their first order of business was to overthrow him. They kept him up late at night and sometimes carried on into the morning. They seemed to get especially worse when you stopped coming by and he wondered what could’ve stopped.
*
“I’m sorry, what?” Jonghyun stuck his finger in his ear, cleaning it to make sure he heard right. “Let me get this straight...you want me to marry Minhyun’s sister.” The chicken is his mouth no longer tasted good to him.
“Are you really that surprised?” The king asked. “What do you think we’ve been doing all this time?”
“Trying to figure out what we’re gonna do about the kingdom.”
“My boy, this marriage is the only way to save our people. My time is coming to an end and soon it will be time for you to be crowned king. Now, wipe that look off your face. They’ll be by shortly and we can discuss everything.”
The servants had just finished clearing their plates when the page announced the Hwangs’ arrival. The King and Queen came into view first, regal and elegant as ever, followed by the prince and princess, admiring the place as if they’d never set foot there, and finally, you, head down and fingers laced together in front of you.
“Your Majesties,” you curtsied. “Your Highness.”
“Y/N, always a pleasure to see you,” the Queen greeted you kindly. “I trust you’ve been well.”
“Very, thank you. I’m sorry I haven’t been in some time. They’ve kept me busy with all the wedding preparations.” You turned your attention briefly to Jonghyun. “Congratulations, Your Highness. It will be my honor to serve you in the future.”
“I look forward to having you.” At least a good thing that would come out of the marriage would be getting to see you more often. He missed you a lot more than he thought he did, but he was a bit surprised when he didn’t see you smile back at him.
The princess looped her arm through his, bringing back to the present moment. “I can’t believe this is happening!”
“Me neither.” He didn’t know why the idea didn’t excite him. The loyalties between the Kims and the Hwangs dated back as early as the first monarchs, complete with treaties swearing to never declare war on each other and even splitting riches among each other. This was a first in uniting the two families.
“Okay, Y/N, since you will also become part of this family, allow me to take you to the best tailor in all the land and one the only person JR will allow to make his clothes,” his mother continued. “Choi Minki is simply an artist in what he makes.”
“Thank you,” you smiled at her. “It’ll be good to make sure he knows how the princess likes her dresses and I’ll have some familiarity in how Prince Jonghyun likes his clothes folded and all the like.”
Jonghyun followed the queens and you, with his bride to be right next to him, painting a picture of the wedding she imagined. He had to admit that the idea didn’t sound bad but he just couldn’t see himself in her vision or her in his. He nodded along to everyone talking until they reached Minki’s private corner of the castle and you two were introduced, getting straight to work on the dress and the suit fit for the future king and queen.
It pleased JR to know how easily you got along but a little later when he went back to tell Ren about a hole in favorite shirt, he saw you holding onto his shoulder, gasping for air and Minki egging you on, his heart stopped. He felt foolish for thinking he had been the only one to make you laugh that hard. He backed away slowly unnoticed.
*
You could hear Jonghyun moaning from the stomach pain but you couldn’t go in yet. The engagement party had ended abruptly once the prince ate a piece of rotten beef and came down with flu-like symptoms almost immediately after. The Kings and Queens rushed you and the servants to apologize to everyone attending and had you come straight back. The clock, funnily enough, struck midnight as you entered the room. Somehow someone managed to calm everyone down and assured everyone that Jonghyun wasn’t gonna die, but it’d be awhile until he felt well again. You volunteered to stay with him so everyone could get some rest. While you didn’t have experience watching over this particular prince, someone had to do it and everyone had a full day come morning. You wiped the sweat from his forehead which you swore he blushed from embarrassment. You got him to sit up slowly so he could drink water so he wouldn’t dehydrate, but it didn’t help him too much, so you disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared.
“I need you to drink this,” you said quietly when he wrinkled his nose at the smell and looked for the bucket.
“What is it?”
“It’s tea with mint from the garden. It should settle your stomach.” You poured the tea into a small cup and blew on it until he could drink without scalding his tongue.
He shook his head. “I don’t wanna. It smells gross.”
“Your Highness, please. If you stop throwing up, we can try feeding you soup or bananas, or something just so you can feel better.” The cold sweat hadn’t subsided yet and you hoped this would do the trick. “Just a little bit. You don’t even have to finish it.”
“Promise?”
You held out your pinkie. “Promise.”
The series of events that happened next involved him throwing up on you and the bedsheets the moment he tried swallowing the tea and him apologizing for it and you running to get changed and bringing extra sets of clothes just in case with you reassuring him that you expected that. You convinced him to take a warm bath while you changed the sheets and threw the dirty ones outside the room. He tried falling asleep to no avail so he kept downing water which made him go to the bathroom every few minutes but he was too weak so you had to grab hold of him so he’d be able to walk without falling over. The food poisoning finally wore off a little before sunrise and he was finally able to eat again, but only after making sure he could stomach the mint tea. He ended up falling asleep with the spoonful of soup in his hand and you removed it so he’d be able to sleep in peace. You cleaned up his little area from his messes, tossing the other dirty dresses he managed to throw up on along with the bedsheets.
You took one look at him once you finished, relieved at the color finally back on his cheeks and brushed the hair from his forehead, smiling sadly. Why did it have to be him?
*
JR’s first order of business once he fully recovered was convincing his parents he didn’t wanna marry Minhyun’s sister. It didn’t feel right and it wouldn’t solve any problems. (His days of bedrest led him to obsessively look up the finances of both families and deducing that it wouldn’t help anyone.) When that didn’t work out, he packed a light backpack and headed out to clear his head without telling anyone he’d be gone. He climbed on his horse and together the rode off unnoticed into the forest, Jonghyun confiding his troubles to the white stallion and enjoying the fresh air, the temperature falling steadily the further they rode out. He had just wrapped a blanket around himself when he found himself toppling to the floor and Aesop on his hind legs, the fight or flight instinct kicking in. Jonghyun managed to roll to his side when Aesop kicked before taking off and leaving him stranded. Not far from him, he heard a rattle and he quickly got to his feet, looking for his stallion.
He felt like he walked in every direction, but everywhere looked the same. He could see the darkness start to kiss the sky and he at least hoped he’d find shelter soon. He’d read stories about ghosts and wolves coming out at night and he didn’t wanna be outside to find out. He was about to give up when he found a mine and went inside without a second thought. Inside, Jonghyun lit a small fire to keep warm and view his surroundings. He didn’t know how long he’d be in here, but he hoped someone would find him soon, seeing as though he didn’t have enough food to last him. He panicked a little when it started raining, the wind whistling and the water falling where it pleased made him start hearing things. He sat down in a ball, covering his ears with his hands when the thunder started. He just had to survive the night and then it’d be over.
“Your Highness!” A voice called out loud enough for him to uncover his ears momentarily. “Prince Jonghyun...JR! Make some noise so I know where you’re at? Your Highness!”
A moment later, you found him in that position, inside with no protection. “Jonghyun, there you are!” Wet as you were from the rain, you rushed to him and gave him a hug, surprised when he wrapped his arms around you.
“Don’t go away,” he whispered, unsure as to how you found him to begin with, but not wanting to ruin the moment that he wasn’t alone. You were there with him and that’s all that mattered.
*
It seemed like forever when you were dry again but the bigger problem was the cold you knew you’d get once this was over. The rain wasn’t letting up anytime soon but at least the thunder had stopped. “Your Highness, what are you doing so far away from home? We were all worried sick.”
“How did you find me?”
“I asked first.”
“I...got into a fight with my father and I wanted to get away for a little while.” Out of the corner of his eye, he swore something gleamed, but when he wiped the water away, it was gone. “Now you.”
“Aesop showed up startled. He wouldn’t stop neighing or shaking until we followed him and Mocha got your scent. He left as soon as I found you but they won’t look for us until daylight, probably.” You had never been more thankful for a guard dog than in that moment. “Are you okay?”
He nodded. “I will be now.” He stared at the flames intently as if hoping they’d give him a sign. “I wasn’t running away.” He felt the need to explain what’s been on his mind, even if he couldn’t quite get it out. “I just...Y/N, friend to friend, can I ask you something?”
Your heart flip flopped around your chest when you nodded. “Seeing as we’re gonna be here awhile, why not?”
“Do you think I’m making the right decision marrying the princess? I know they’re your family to serve, but I can’t help but wonder.”
“Your Highness-”
“Jonghyun.”
“Jonghyun,” you tried again, “the Hwangs are wonderful people, as wonderful as your family. I’m indebted to them for keeping me with them as they let more of their servants and other staff go.”
He nodded, expecting this answer. “But is it something I should do? For my people, her people even if nothing else adds up? Is it worth becoming king? Could you do it if you were the princess? Answer me honestly.”
You looked at him next to you, the warmth on your cheeks having nothing to do with the fire. “Yo-Jonghyun, what’s this about?”
“I’m in love with someone who isn’t the princess.” You watched him clasp his fingers together and unclasp them, playing with them. “She’s helped me through so much and I couldn’t help but fall. I want nothing more than to marry her and make her as happy as she’s made me.”
You didn’t know what to say to that, but then again you didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t that. “What are you gonna do then? What do you wanna do?”
He didn’t answer since something distracted him again. He stood up and walked toward the shine, scratching the surface of the wall. When that didn’t work, he rummaged through his backpack until he found a spoon and tried again. He dug really slowly so the silverware wouldn’t bend or break, scratching away patiently.
Meanwhile, you stared at the flames, enjoying the way they changed color. Eventually, it’d die down until nothing but the embers remained, and then go off completely until the cool ashes provided the only proof branches and twigs burned there. But for now, they burned brightly and beautifully, providing enough warmth, light and protection for you to close your eyes and fall asleep. You didn’t know how faraway daybreak was, but you found the prince (spooked but safe and intact), so you earned your nap. You jumped when Jonghyun tapped your shoulder, expecting him to still be stuck to the rocks, but still your eyes stayed closed. “Yes Your Highness?” you mumbled.
You heard him chuckle, but nothing else, but you felt him drape something over you. “It’s nothing. Sleep now. I’ll show you later. Good night.”
*
The cave ended up being a mine full of diamonds, much to everyone’s dismay and relief which helped the Hwangs and the Kims with the poverty problem. It brought back their old people who were, after many years, finally able to reopen their shops and with that, brought more people to visit. Jonghyun solved the water problem by providing jobs to his people to dig from his kingdom to the nearest water source so they’d be able to have water closer to home. With that, the crops flourished, enabling farmers to settle down there too.
His heart felt full at seeing Minki back where he belonged and Dongho in an armor suit that protected him the way it was supposed to be. Minhyun sent the page often telling him of the growth of his own kingdom which focused more on education than anything else which kept him content.
At seeing the boy’s success, the king knew he reached the end of the line. Jonghyun did everything he wanted for his people: give them a better life and thrive. So he relinquished his position and stepped down proudly. Jonghyun on the other hand, wanted to accomplish one more thing before he could be crowned king, and he needed your help. He paid a visit to the Hwangs, mumbling his apologies but it was important for him to see you. He found you helping Aron clearing a table in one of their libraries to prep the prince and princess for a lesson. After Jonghyun successfully threw a crumpled piece of paper, you excused yourself, greeting JR with a bow and a shy smile, while wiping your hands on your apron. He licked the tip of his thumb and wiped a smudge of ink off your cheek.
“How can I help you, Your Highness?” you asked, trying to ignore your reddening cheeks.
“Walk with me, Y/N. I have a lot of things to talk to you about before my coronation.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You have my word. I’ll be there.” You paused. “I’m sorry you’re not marrying our princess.”
“In a way, I am too, but I know she’s more of a lone wolf. Ruling with her would’ve been somewhat difficult. But since I also grew up with her, I don’t think I could’ve ever fallen in love with her either.” He smiled at you, letting you take the lead.
“It’s beautiful outside today. Would you like to see the gardens? The carnations are lovely this time of year.”
“Wherever you’d like. I have all day.”
“You most certainly do not. You probably canceled a big important meeting because of me.”
“Actually, you’re the most important meeting I have all day.”
“Your Highness, you’re making me nervous.”
“Okay, I’ll get to the point...you care about me, right?” You nodded quickly but didn’t say anything. “And if I need something, I can count on you, right?” He dug into his pocket when you nodded again. “So can I ask you a question that could change both of our lives?”
“Your Highness, I don’t think I can just up and be your servant. My loyalties lie here.”
“I’m here because I’m looking for my bride. Rumor has it, she lives here.”
“Who’s the lucky girl?” you asked after a moment of silence, your heart deflating a little.
He met your gaze, unwavering and as confident as you’ve ever heard from the future king. “You.” He held out his hands out to you and you gingerly moved the top hand, letting you see a diamond he had taken out. It wasn’t big or flashy but it still rendered you speechless. “I found this the night you found me.” He took your hand and dropped it in. When you closed your hand over it, he covered yours with his. “Do me the greatest honor and marry me.”
“Your Highness-”
“You bring riches to everyone around you and you don’t even know how bright you shine...you’re a diamond in the rough. You care for everyone around you...why would the people outside the kingdom be any different?”
*
You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you tried to breathe normally, but you could feel the thin veil suffocate you. The only thing that kept you going was Jonghyun waving at you and the crowd laughing. It was a public event, the regals and the commoners coming together to celebrate the occasion. The coronation happened moments ago, but Jonghyun didn’t care too much for it. He had been dreaming of becoming king his whole life. Spending the rest of his life you, however, he couldn’t wait. Even though you were finally at arm’s length, he couldn’t help but take your hand and hold it tightly, rushing you to get started.
Then grin never left his face, not when the clergy started his sermon, not when you said your vows or even exchanged rings, and especially not when the clergy said, “By the power vested in me, you may kiss the bride,” and he lifted the veil from your face and gave you a kiss so passionate, so raw, so much love and adoration, you couldn’t help but cry tears of joy and wrapped your arms him, and kissed him back.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I happily present King Kim Jonghyun and Queen Kim Y/N.”
> summary: on the eve of christmas, jonghyun receives a decorative fairy from his uncle, little does he know that this ornament is no ordinary christmas decoration.
> ship: jongtae
>words: 950
> song: dance of the sugarplum fairy by tchaikovsky
“…hyun.”
“Mmm?”
“Jonghyun!”
“W-What?” Jonghyun blinked his eyes open to find his older sister hovering over him. From how dark the room was, he knew it was far too late for her to be up wandering around the house. “What time is it?”
She ignored him, “I heard a noise.”
“A noise?” he sat up, “What do you mean?”
“It came from the living room,” she pointed towards Jonghyun’s open door, “Can you go see what it was?”
He sighed, “I’m sure it was nothing, just go back to sleep.”
“Jonghyun, what if someone broke in and is stealing all of our gifts?” she asked, there was anxiety clear as day in her voice. “Please go see.”
Jonghyun climbed out of bed and Sodam tiptoed carefully behind him as he made his way down the hallway. The living room was illuminated by the still lit white Christmas tree and the snow falling heavily on the street. As far as he could see, there was nothing out of place. He turned to face Sodam but found she was nowhere in sight, “Noona?” she didn’t answer. “Sodam—”
Clunk!
Jonghyun turned back around, his heart positively leaping out of his chest, to find a box sitting in the center of the room. He smirked, “Noona, if this is you trying to scare me it won’t work.” He walked over to the box, it looked as if it had been opened haphazardly. Jonghyun peered inside and found that it was the present his uncle had given to him. Inside were souvenirs from his uncle’s many travels around the world. To Sodam, he’d gifted a traditional nutcracker and to Jonghyun, a decorative fairy to hang on the tree.
Sodam’s nutcracker was laying beside the box, its arm now a few inches away from its body. Jonghyun carefully picked up the wooden decoration and reattached the arm, all while wondering how this even happened. Who could have done this? Before Sodam woke him, he swore everyone was tucked away in bed sleeping soundly waiting for Christmas morning to arrive.
Meanwhile, Jonghyun’s fairy was nowhere in sight.
Thump!
Jonghyun jumped up into the air, the nutcracker still tight in his grasp. “Sodam,” his voice and his body trembled, “it’s Christmas, not Halloween, y-you don’t have to scare me.”
Suddenly, Jonghyun felt someone very gently tap him on the shoulder. He spun around, completely prepared to use Sodam’s nutcracker as a weapon to fight off any intruder—but instead, he felt every nerve inside of him freeze.
Standing before him was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. He had skin as white as porcelain, soft pink hair that seemed to blow gently despite there being no wind, and he wore a bejewelled body suit. The man blinked at him, his hand still hovering where he had tapped Jonghyun on the shoulder.
“H-Hello,” Jonghyun said nervously. The man blinked once more before his eyes fixed on the nutcracker still clenched in Jonghyun’s hands. The man reached the nutcracker and Jonghyun immediately stepped back, “You can’t have this.” The man frowned and took a delicate step towards Jonghyun. So delicate, that it made Jonghyun’s look down to the man’s feet and instead of shoes or socks, the man wore pointe shoes. The man took advantage of Jonghyun’s moment of distraction and pulled the nutcracker from his hands. “Hey—” Jonghyun started but the man lifted his finger to his lips, effectively quieting Jonghyun.
As the man crossed the room with grace, Jonghyun saw a pair of sparkling pink wings on the man’s back, with each step the man took the wings left a trail of glittery air behind him.
It was then that Jonghyun realised why his fairy was missing from the giftbox.
The man—or rather, fairy—placed Sodam’s nutcracker gently onto the mantel of the fireplace. The fairy eyed the nutcracker for a few moments, as if to make sure it didn’t move from its place, before looking back at Jonghyun. The fairy held out his hand, and Jonghyun – though for the life of him had no idea why he did it – took it. The fairy led him towards the window, before stepping right through the glass and pulling Jonghyun along with him.
The pair stood out in the heavy snow, snowflakes catching in their hair and the cold reddening their cheeks. The fairy let go of his hand and walked back a few paces before spreading his wings and performing a dance.
Jonghyun was captivated.
He’d never seen such beauty in dance. The fairy’s pointed shoes hovered just above the snow, leaving it pristine and untouched. With each twirl the fairy made, the snow around them grew heavier, to the point that Jonghyun struggled to find the ornament come to life in the chaos.
But then, a soft pair of lips pressed against his. Lips as cold as porcelain. Jonghyun’s eyes fell shut and he pulled the fairy closer, he felt the desire to never end the kiss. Far too soon, the fairy pulled away and bowed his head in farewell. Jonghyun wanted to tell the fairy to wait, he had so many things to ask but the snow and the wind became far too strong it knocked Jonghyun to the ground. All while glitter fell over him, and the familiar tune of a dancing fairy filled his head.
When he woke, he was in his bedroom. The sun had barely risen and the world was still sound asleep. He reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts before falling on Taemin, his boyfriend and bandmate.
I dreamt you were a fairy last night, he wrote.
The response was immediate, Of course you did.
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summary: no one knew you like your best friend did... could you stand just to be friends?
fn!reader x kim jonghyun
4.2k words
rating: M - explicit (fluffy ;-;) sexual content
*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*
It was hot out… really hot.
Well, it wasn’t necessarily hot outside today, but it sure felt like it; the large turtleneck around your neck made the weather seem so much hotter than it actually was. Fashion is pain, you thought to yourself as you swallowed roughly, looking around somewhere for a bottle of water. Maybe if you swallowed hard enough it would quench your thirst. (It did not) You quickly looked to your friend, making eye contact with Jonghyun next to you who smiled softly at you.
“Feeling okay?” he asked quietly into your ear as you nodded numbly, your eyes glancing around for any outlet to escape. He hummed, watching your eyes, tracking the movement around the vicinity of the area. “Are you feeling alright, Y/N?”
“I’m fine,” you said lowly, brushing off his comment. You didn’t need him worrying about you; but it would be nice, you thought. You wanted his help so badly, but you didn’t want to be so much of a burden to him. “I’m just… tired.” He furrowed his eyebrows, not taking your answer as all-around truthful, studying your demeanor.
“Do you wanna go home?” You felt his eyes on you, not turning your head and taking a deep breath. He wants to be here, you thought, we can’t just leave. You could tell that as soon as you both had arrived, he was beyond excited; you managed to snag last-minute seats that you had chosen for an outdoor concert. You always tried to look your best for him, sporting an outfit that he had told you he liked on you before, which included an oversized turtleneck.
“It’s okay,” you told him, “I promise.” The two of you always had a bit of a situationship happening: You went on dates that promptly failed every time, and Jonghyun was a little picky when it came to finding someone just right that he liked. Sometimes, the two of you would just go on “dates” as friends, knowing the other was still in the process of finding someone, but still wanting to spend some quality time together. Sure, his opinion mattered to you, but what he meant to you felt different than most of your friends… You almost wanted to impress him.
“Y/N,” he whined, moving an arm to wrap around your back and pulling you to his side, causing you to yelp. He laughed, rubbing your back gently: “Tell me if you want to go home—I won’t be offended.”
“I want to go home,” you told him, eliciting a smile from him. “There are too many people here, and this turtleneck is hot, and I am overwhelmed.” You bit the inside of your lip, feeling Jonghyun’s touch on you. He did everything he could in his being for you, but you always felt like you’d flake out when it came to things that he wanted to do; there was no way out of it.
“Why didn’t you say that?” he asked, studying your blank expression, searching for the emotion you hid down deep. His eyes were kind, and all around he was almost perfect; it broke your heart having to break off the events you had planned together. “The tickets were five dollars, c’mon… Let’s go.” You felt him help you up off of the seat, clasping your hands together as he carefully led you through the crowd of people in the audience.
“I’m sorry,” you told him as he lead you through the sea of people. He turned back at you with a large smile on his face, tugging your hand so that the two of you could make a run for it. “Jonghyun!” A laugh escaped your lips as the two of you sped through the mobbed crowd, suddenly halting at the entrance. You slammed against him, causing him to grunt in response and hold you closer.
“There are a lot of people here,” he noted, his eyes darting around, reaching his hand out to find the door. You moved your head toward him, meeting his eyes which were racing with excitement. It didn’t really matter where the two of you went— It was always fun just being together. You could feel his breath on your nose as he exhaled, out of breath from running. “Wanna get boba?” You smiled; you couldn’t help it. He was just so… pretty. And he was also your best friend, you thought to yourself as you found yourself smiling back at him.
“I love you,” you told him in response, causing him to chuckle, squeezing your hand. The actions between you two were merely platonic at best, but you really did love him. Your heart jumped as he led your hand out the door and back outside with far fewer people.
“I love you too~” He sang in a sing-songy voice, swinging your hands in between the two of you. “Hey, by the way… when we get to the shop, do you think we could talk for a bit?”
“Sure,” you said with a smile, playing along with his funny charades. He tightened his grip around you, resting your swinging arms.
“It’s nothing serious,” he said innocently, already feeling your stress from earlier still manifesting in you. It affected you physically too, and he could tell: How your body tensed up, breathing shallowed, and voice got quieter. He knew, and that’s what made him your best friend. “Don’t worry… We just haven’t been able to sit down and actually talk in a while, y’know?” He looked at your face, waiting for your response.
“Yeah,” you told him quietly. Usually, the two of you chatted lightheartedly, but was he actually trying to be serious about this? “I’m sorry, Jonghyun. I want to be able to do things that you want to do, but it’s a little too much for me sometimes; I don’t like how people look at me when we go out.” You felt his thumb rub against your hand lightly and comfortingly.
“That’s why we try new things,” he told you gently, cocking his head to the side fondly, “and when we don’t like them, we move on to try the next thing! And I got a long list of them…”
“Yes, you do,” you told him with a chuckle, the two of you sharing a glance as you smiled at each other. You loved how he made you feel like no other, and you treated him the same. As best friends.
“Look!” he called, pulling you into the shop, fruity scents soon blasting up your nose. He chatted excitedly, raising both of your hands held together to point at the menu board. He marveled at the ridiculous fruit combinations as you got lost in his warm eyes. You searched his face: He was always an open book, unlike you, which made it hard for the two of you, but Jonghyun was always prepared for something different, which is why he could make friends with anyone—including you.
–
“See, I think that’s disgusting,” you told him, pointing to his greenish, brown, sloppy drink. “What the hell is that?”
“This one,” he announced proudly, turning the cup to look at the order receipt, “is avocado coconut!” He laughed as your jaw dropped in disgust, pulling your latte boba closer to you. (It was always the safe option, and what’s worse than the unfamiliar?) Jonghyun was always up for a little bit of adventure, taking a deep breath and sucking at the straw. You watched his reaction as he tilted his head, almost chewing on the drink.
“Why are you chewing on it?” you asked in a horrified voice, your eyes widening.
“It’s got… chunks,” he said slowly, making you turn your head away in disgust as he laughed merrily. “It’s pretty bad.” He examined the smoothie that he had gotten once again, his lip upturned in disgust, and another small laugh escaping his lips. “Maybe if I keep drinking it, it’ll get better…” You watched as he drank more of it, watching his nose scrunch up.
“Oh my God,” you said, watching him drink the sludge liquid. He smiled, setting his drink down and wiping off the condensation around the drink with a napkin and then drying the table, starting to get up. The two of you headed out of the shop, sitting on the park bench just outside the shop. “Okay, what is it that you wanted to tell me?” He drew his lips into a thin line, tapping his fingers against his thighs and looking away nervously.
“I wanted to ask you something,” he started warily. You raised an eyebrow, unfamiliar with his sudden anxiousness around you. The two of you were always able to be comfortable with each other, so the idea that he was nervous about you confused you. You nodded, urging him to go on, giving him a reassuring smile and he sighed, dropping his head. “Y/N, I’m having a lot of fun…”
“I am too,” you told him softly, grabbing his hand again and smiling at him, causing him to crack a smile as well. “I enjoy spending time with you.”
“Did you want to go out on a date?” he spat out suddenly, biting down on his lip at the words crashing out of his mouth, unable to keep them in any longer. “W-With me? I know you’re still on the dating apps and stuff, but…”
“I really like you,” you told him, watching his face relax a little bit. “I really do. I have for a while.”
“How long?” he asked, gawking as if he’d never expected you to say that.
“A long time,” you told him with a tired sigh and suddenly embarrassed now that this topic of conversation had come up unexpectedly. “You’re… really attractive.” The words came out breathily, almost like a whisper. “But-but it’s more than that, of course.”
Jonghyun shifted in his seat, still unable to make direct eye contact with you. “I really wanna kiss you,” he said softly, licking his dry lips out of anxiousness. You turned to him with a smile, moving your face in to leave a small peck on his lips, quickly bringing your face back with a nervous giggle. His eyes widened, his lips staying parted as he still processed what you just did.
“That wasn’t very good,” you said quietly, “I’m sorry…” He brought his hand up to your chin connecting your lips again, making you gasp in surprise. You brought a hand up to his face, fidgeting with the drink in your hand as you attempted to set it down on the bench. Jonghyun gave up on the smoothie, letting it fall to the ground to bring both of his hands up to the bottom of your head, cradling it gently. You felt yourself laugh against his lips upon hearing the drink fall to the ground.
“You dunno how long I’ve waited for this,” he mumbled quietly, tangling his fingers in your hair, causing you to smile.
“Jjong,” you complained lightly, rubbing your thumbs against his cheeks. You had to disconnect your lips from his, although enjoying the moment, he was going a lot deeper than you had ever intended he would.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, separating himself from off of you and awkwardly yanking his shirt down, “too much, too fast. I dropped my smoothie.”
“Oh, don’t pretend to be sad about it,” you teased, slapping his shoulder. He smiled mischievously, pulling you closer to his side.
–
“You have something on your shirt,” you said quietly, touching the green stain on Jonghyun’s t-shirt carefully. He had his arm around you as you both lay on the couch in his apartment, the TV playing a random show in the background. “It looks like avocado sludge.”
“Delicious,” he responded lowly with a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Great, that was a good shirt, too.”
“It’s just a white t-shirt,” you replied softly, leaning your head on his shoulder, and feeling him sigh. “You have a million of them… all identical to each other.”
“You ruined white t-shirt number fifteen out of one hundred fifty,” he complained jokingly, rolling his head back and sighing loudly. “What am I gonna do?”
“You go change, and I’ll throw it in the wash,” you told him gently. He didn’t say anything for a moment before sitting up and removing the t-shirt from his torso, chucking it across the room. He laid back down, adjusting his arm around you again and grunting. “Or you can do that.”
“I’ll get to it later,” he said, spreading his legs out. “It’s warm in here.”
“Well, now it is,” you quipped, Jonghyun turning his head so your faces met. He rested a hand on the side of your face, a small smile creeping up on his lips. He moved his eyes down to your lips and back up to your eyes.
“Can I kiss you again?” he whispered. You could see his chest rise and fall with each breath he took, and his eyes became sultry, not taking them away from yours.
“Yeah,” you said. He let out a breath of relief, leaning over to connect your foreheads together. “Please… kiss me.” He brought his hands down, snaking them around your waist as he pulled you closer and met your lips. You sighed, enjoying the sensation of his hands on you, rolling your head back in pleasure, Jonghyun meeting your parted mouth. He moved his open-mouthed kisses down to your neck, eliciting a noise from you.
“More?” he spoke up, watching you nod helplessly. “Can I touch you? Where do you wanna be touched?”
“Everywhere,” you responded breathily, moving your arms around his neck and climbing on top of his lap. His hands slid up your shirt, carefully thumbing over your chest and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Jjong… I want you…”
“You’re so beautiful,” he mused, feeling you like putty in his hands. “Be mine…” You brought your eyes down to meet his again, feeling your breathing slow down.
“What did you say?” you asked softly as he chuckled quietly. The nerves in him were no longer gone as he had you in his lap all to himself.
“Be mine,” he said again, watching your lips curl up into a smile. You nodded wordlessly, bringing your lips together again as Jonghyun slid his hands down to your thighs, stroking them softly. “Y/N… Let me make you feel good.” You rested your head back as Jonghyun laid you down on the couch. You watched as he appeared above you, feeling his soft hands wander your body aimlessly.
“Jonghyun,” you said breathlessly, earning his attention. You lifted your arms up, letting him lift your sweater above your head, leaving you both shirtless.
“So pretty,” he cooed, moving his hands up your stomach and cupping your breasts, slowly moving his fingers over them and marveling at you from above. “Wow… Will you let me help you?” His hands reached the waistband of your pants, rubbing at your waist softly. You bit your lip, nodding wordlessly as Jonghyun slowly brought down your pants to your ankles, taking them off carefully; he left you in your bra and underwear, sitting up straight to get a better look. His eyes lustfully examined your body, his honey-colored body breathing in and out carefully. He sighed, moving his hand to palm himself through his jeans at the sight of you below him, making you whine for his attention.
“Jjong,” you complained, watching his eyes flutter back open with a lazy smile.
“Sorry,” he replied softly, moving his hand from his clothed bulge down to your hips, using both his hands to stroke the inside of your thighs. “Can I move this?” His hand glided over your clothed area as you gave him a quick nod. He brought your panties down past your knees, bringing your legs up shoulder length apart and humming contently.
“Oh…” You moaned softly merely at the sight of him between your legs as he smirked cutely up at you.
“I’m goin’ in,” he whispered, making you audibly laugh, and he held your shaking legs with a grin on his face. “Just relax, okay?” You nodded, taking a deep breath and moving your hands to tangle them up in Jonghyun’s hair as he went down in between your legs. A breathy moan made its way through your parted lips as Jonghyun’s mouth met the folds along your entrance. Your breath hitched as he left little kisses along your inner thighs, hearing his voice come from under you: “Do you want me to get you off? Hm?”
“Yes,” you responded quietly, running your hands through his hair. “Please…” He smiled, trailing kisses on your thighs as he moved his fingers in to touch you.
“You’re so wet already,” he said softly, running his fingers down your folds, the slickness making a lewd noise as you shivered at his touch. He drifted his fingers up to your clit, feeling a jolt in your body as you moaned out.
“Jjong…” He smiled at your noise of satisfaction, using his finger to lazily circle your clit carefully. You felt his tongue poke out around the sides, feeling the warmth that traveled from the outskirts slowly to your entrance, making you violently twitch, involuntarily grabbing for his hair. You heard a chuckle from him as you felt his tongue enter you, using it to make circular motions inside. He gripped your thighs with his hands, watching his head go in further below you, feeling his tongue fuck you while slowly stroking your thighs.
“Shit,” he whispered as you watched his head come back up after about a minute. He removed his tongue upon feeling you clench around it, quickly shifting to his next move. “Can I?” He reached for the buckle of his belt, raising an eyebrow at you with a cute smile. You nodded feverishly, whining at the lack of warmth inside of you. “Be patient, dear…” You watched as he lowered his jeans off of his legs, leaving him in his briefs. He took a steadying breath, placing his hands on either side of your head, crawling over on top of your near-naked form. “Wow.”
“Hurry up,” you mumbled quietly, giggling when he brought his hands up to your sides to tickle you. “Jjong! S-stop!”
“Give me a moment, my dear,” he said, his eyes softening, “or I’ll tickle you more.”
“Okay!” you exclaimed, feeling his hands clasp onto yours. He smiled, lowly humming and moving to take off his boxer briefs.
“You need my fingers first?” he asked quietly, earning a small nod from you. “Okay…” He knitted his eyebrows together in concentration, resituating himself so he could have one hand cradling your head and the other at his disposal. He wiped his thumb gently over your folds, hearing your sigh of relief. His finger grazed your entrance and slowly slipped it in, earning a groan from above you. “Relax…”
“Jonghyun,” you breathed out as he hushed quietly in response. “Mm… deeper.”
“Breathe,” he told you. You took a deep breath, feeling his second finger enter shortly after. You threw your head back as he cautiously moved his fingers inside you. “Good…”
“Please,” you said softly, biting your lip roughly, which drew a little bit of blood to your bottom lip. “Just… like, fuck me already.”
“Yeah?” he affirmed quietly, meeting his warm eyes up to yours. He hummed at your anxious wiggling, desperate for some friction. “Mm… I’ll make it better, baby; don’t worry…” You bucked your hips up, feeling his fingers in and out of you slowly.
“Stop teasing me,” you said breathily, gripping the sides of the couch as you felt his fingers stir around inside you.
“All in good fun,” he replied playfully, leaning down to kiss you. You cupped your hands around his face, kissing him greedily as he maneuvered around you, taking his fingers out. He separated your lips, turning around to look over his shoulder. “Hmm…”
“What?” you said, breathing heavily. You watched as he climbed to his feet, looking around.
“Condom,” he muttered lowly, his eyes wide, scanning the room. You laughed, watching him make a run for his room while buck-naked.
“Jjong!” you called with a laugh, covering your mouth. “You’re just leaving me?”
“No!” he exclaimed, waddling back to the couch quickly. “Stop laughing!”
“It’s funny!” you told him as he playfully rolled his eyes. “You’re cute.”
“I appreciate it,” he said, lowering his head as he rested his palm next to your body, the other hand moving to rip the condom open with his teeth. You shifted in your place, the sight of him over you ripping a condom open send a jolt of nerves up your spine. “Mm… You like when I do that?”
“Maybe,” you replied stubbornly as he chuckled.
“I’ll show you something else you might like,” he said lowly, slowly rolling the condom on. He groaned loudly at the feeling, catching his lips in his teeth. A noise rippled out from his throat as he stroked himself slowly, moving his hooded eyes to yours, eliciting a shiver from you. He stroked himself while keeping his eyes on you, bucking up into his hand and letting out a choked moan.
“No teasing,” you told him, sitting up to kiss him again, bringing him down with you as you lowered onto your back again. “I need you…”
“I need you, too.” His kisses became heated and rushed, turning into open-mouthed kisses as he slid his hands under your body to lift you up. “Wanna fill you up…”
“Please,” you said breathlessly, tangling your hands in his hair as he placed open-mouth kisses wherever he could. He held his cock in his quivering hand, using it to trace the outside of your entrance; you whined in anticipation, nodding quickly, hoping he’d give you what you wanted faster.
“Good girl,” he cooed, smiling when a choked moan escaped your lips as he moved his member inside of you. The two of you were still as Jonghyun shakily moved his hands to wrap around your waist, carefully rocking in and out, each time further inside being deeper than the last.
“Jjong–” you started, earning a nod from him; he knew what you wanted. His breathing was as soft as his demeanor, using a hand to drift back down between your legs, gently stroking your clit with one of his fingers. An embarrassingly loud moan came from your mouth as he moved faster, playing with your clit and reaching down to kiss you, releasing the moan into his mouth. He smiled, using this opportunity to go harder, and speeding the pace up with his fingers.
“Look at you,” he mused, feeling you crumble underneath him completely. “You’re all mine… No one else could make you feel like this, hm?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, trying to catch your breath. You were lost in ecstasy as he pumped in and out of you quickly, and used his other hand to play with you a little.
“Couldn’t even find a date,” he whispered lowly, meeting your lips again. “No one knows how to satisfy you like I do, hm?”
“Yes, Jjong, yes.” Your fingers gripped at his hair, feeling his breathing get heavy as you felt him get faster underneath you.
“Want me to pull out?” he asked, leaning his forehead against yours. “Y/N… I’m gonna cum…”
“Me, me,” you babbled, “stay in me.” He let out a breathy laugh, holding the contact with his seductive eyes, your foreheads still connected.
“I’m… Y/N…” You nodded feverishly, using your hands in his hair to bring your faces closer. “Y/N…”
“Please,” you told him, “faster…” He obeyed, moving at an impossibly fast rate, feeling himself release inside of you. He groaned, holding your shaking body, your walls clenched around him.
“Oh my God,” he groaned, lowering his head, unable to keep eye contact with you as he came inside you, holding you in his arms. “That’s it… ride it out, baby…” You felt yourself release, shaking incessantly and moaning incoherently as he held you close to him.
“Ah…” You exhaled heavily, trying to catch your breath, connecting your foreheads together again.
“Wow,” he said lowly, a small smile creeping up on his lips. “Wow, Y/N…”
“Thank you,” you told him, causing him to chuckle and hold your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss your nose. “Only you know…”
“Only I know,” he confirmed, rubbing your cheeks carefully with his thumbs. He sighed, looking down and furrowing his eyebrows. “I don’t wanna pull out…”
“Then don’t.” He tightened his lips into a straight line, a blush erupting across his face. He nodded satisfactorily, pulling you onto him as he stayed inside of you. “I feel sleepy…”
“I do too,” he responded quietly, moving his hands to run them through your hair. “It’s warm… I like it.”
“I only want you,” you told him, enjoying his warm embrace and soft, brown eyes: All yours.
“I’m yours,” he replied, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “You’re never getting rid of me.” You laughed, happier than you ever were in your life. The boy of your dreams was holding you in his arms right now, and no other feeling could ever beat this one. Not in a million years.
hi hi!! thank you all for reading, and i’m excited to announce that i’m back! a new chapter of SHINE should be up today (which includes much more jonghyun content), and you can expect updates from me on here as well as on wattpad the next few weeks. this os was a special request! thank you to all who have been submitting jjong requests! i’ve been thrilled to write them. i hope that you all stay warm this week.
the view from here is beautiful - kim jonghyun x reader
summary: getting away from the snow for winter break to get a taste of the heat is just what you needed
gn!reader x kim jonghyun
4.0k words
rating: M - explicit sexual content, swearing, and drinking
*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*
It was a beautiful evening out, as well as it was to get a drink with some friends on the rooftop. The fresh sunburn on your back from a day out for hours had called for some aloe, yet it had manifested, leaving a sting that only the light of the moonlight could cool off.
A mojito was a perfect way to end a day, especially by chatting it up with some friends that you hadn’t seen for a long time. The air was warm, and it was just the right weather to wear something light and breezy. “How long did it take for you to get here?” You sipped at your glass, clearing your throat.
“Not too long,” you said, making the trip here sound less extreme than it really was, originally getting stuck in the snow back home. You forgot about it, anyway. You were here on a warm island with your boyfriend, meeting all of your friends, and that’s all you needed. “Only like five or six hours.” Not counting the many delays and the numerous babies crying.
“I’m really glad you could make it,” your friend said with a smile. “It’s nice to get out of Antarctica once and a while, right?” You laughed; it wasn’t that cold. Sure, the weather reached below the freezing point of water, but it was what you lived in. It sure was going to be hard to go back, though.
“It’s so beautiful,” you mused, admiring the beach from the rooftop, realizing how much you missed being somewhere warm. “I wish I could stay here forever.”
“Christmas must be much more fun with snow, though, right?” your friend inquired, taking a sip of their drink. You chuckled, drinking as well as to not remember how it was back home.
“Maybe for one day,” you said. “At the moment, it’s beautiful, but not when it lasts for three to four months straight.” The shoveling, the accidents, the cold, and more were enough for you to buy two tickets to Puerto Rico just to get the hell out.
You felt a presence move up from behind you, a familiar whiff of cologne passing by your nose. “I say that we never leave,” Jonghyun said as you looked at him with a smile. The glass in his hand had now been discarded and a few of the buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing honey skin underneath, gaining even more of a tan than his already naturally colored skin-tone. It was beautiful, and you had always been jealous of him being able to get tan, while you were always left with sunburns.
“Yeah,” you agreed, feeling an arm wrap around your waist. “Let’s just move here.”
“Well,” your friend started with a chuckle, “it’s all fun until some of the bad rain storms hit. Sometimes if they’re bad enough, they really can cause a ruckus.”
“Really?” you questioned, repositioning your hand on your glass. “I guess that makes sense; since you guys are all surrounded by water. Are there many hurricanes?”
“Not too many,” they said, clicking their tongue, “although we’re probably due for another one soon.” You both laughed, throwing your heads back in sync. You glanced at Jonghyun, his eyes darting around quickly, barely paying attention to the conversation in front of you as his arm was still attached to your waist.
“I really hope it stays like this for you guys for a while,” you said, wishing you could live in your friend’s house for the month, just to get away from the snow. “How did you even end up here?”
Jonghyun, sensing the start of another long conversation, moved his arm to your lower back, pulling you against his body. The two of you often had signals for each other, and they were put in place for situations exactly like these: One of you would be in a situation that the other wanted to be out of, and thus came the motions of letting each other know when the both of you should pack it up for the night. However, his motions weren’t any that he had done in the past, usually being a light arm squeeze or rubbing your shoulders. He massaged your lower back, placing a kiss on the side of your head, causing blood to rush to your face quickly. His lips lingered at your temples, making a prominent noise as he moved his head away from your face. His hands roamed back to your sides, stroking them softly; he was being very touchy with you, which wasn’t something new, but he knew when it was appropriate and when it wasn’t. And it wasn’t one of those times.
“Jjong,” you whispered, him humming lightly in response, “whatcha doin’?” He smirked softly, feeling you in his arms.
He leaned into your ear to whisper something to you, his lips brushing against the tips of your ear and feeling his warm breath. “I just missed you today, baby.” His voice was low and sultry, feeling it reverberate inside of your skull. He smiled, putting his face into your hair as you swallowed roughly, checking your watch casually.
“Hey,” you said to your friend, “I think we’re going to head out now… It’s getting a little late, and I’m feeling a little tired.”
They laughed: “It’s eight o’clock! The night’s just begun! But if you say so…” They smiled, reaching over the bar to fill up the glass that had been previously emptied earlier.
“Let’s go to the beach tomorrow,” you promised, holding up your pinky finger, your friend following suit.
“That’s a promise, right?” You both laughed as Jonghyun hummed softly, moving you closer to him to kiss the top of your head. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it…” You narrowed your eyes at your friend who simply laughed, turning their head and reaching for the remote to turn the music up louder.
“Why so sudden?” You were walking alongside him, his arm attached around your waist and lightly stroking your skin under your top. You looked at his eyes that had grown dark with a familiar smile on his face, one that normally seemed innocent, yet this one had a bit of a sinful turn to it.
“You look very good tonight,” he told you, looking at you with pure infatuation, “although, I think what you’re wearing is a little too revealing…” He looked down at your lack of clothes, although a shirt over a bathing suit was really all you did need for how warm it was outside, especially after a day in the sun.
“It’s hot!” you said, backing yourself up and he chuckled, placing a small kiss on your temple. “Do you expect me to walk around in long pants and a sweatshirt?”
“I think at least longer shorts would suffice,” he said, motioning to his knee-length shorts that quite frankly looked like they were a uniform for a boys’ boarding school uniform.
“Then I think that you should button up your shirt, sir,” you told him, taking your fingers and softly touching up from his chest to the bottom of his throat, causing his breath to hitch. “It is getting a bit hot in here, huh?” You smiled, enjoying the teasing as your boyfriend turned alongside you to the next street.
“When we get back to the hotel,” he started, looking up at the sky, “I’ll be able to take it off… How about that?” Your mouth formed an “o” shape, slapping his bicep, a giggle escaping his mouth.
“So this is the reason you wanted to leave!” you exclaimed as he looked into your eyes; they always had a sparkle to them, as if the stars captured in his eyes were stolen from the galaxy above, his way-too-stubborn-self refusing to give them back. From the photos in his childhood, the stolen stars were present, so you called him the boy from the galaxy. His perfectly sculpted features were all yours, and he wanted you to know. “I think you’ve had enough to drink.”
“I don’t think I’m drunk enough,” he said, giving your sides a light squeeze. “Plus, you are always so much more beautiful with a pink tint on your cheeks.” You rolled your eyes, wanting to shove him off of you, but you knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
“There’s wine in the room,” you said, “how about that?” he hummed affirmatively, continuing to carefully walk alongside you in the dimly lit streets that were filled with music and laughter late at night.
*
As soon as you walked through the doors of the hotel, your boyfriend picked up his pace, almost rushing you to the elevator doors. You laughed, “Woah, there tiger.” He smiled his usual smile, allowing you to enter the doors first. “Thank you.”
“Hey! Do yo-” Jonghyun rushed in despite the person running toward the elevator and quickly closed the doors, the sound of the elevator ding going off as you watched the man in the suit’s disappointed face as the doors closed.
“Jjong!” you exclaimed, slapping his arm.
“It’s okay,” he dismissed, “our floor is high anyway, so it will take a while.” Before you could roll your eyes at your boyfriend again he had pulled you in by your waist and made contact with your lips, causing you to jump in surprise. No time was wasted as he moved his hands up your top and attached his lips to your neck like he was a vampire, and you were fresh prey for the taking. You gasped, feeling his hands around you, quickly roaming, and then meeting each other to clasp around your lower back.
“Jongh-” you started before he connected both of your lips again. His kisses were always thoughtful and meaningful, but these were feverish, and although he still kept his passion, it was a little too much passion for a hotel elevator. You reached up to grasp his hair in your fingers as he slid his hands up your shirt, feeling your warm skin in his touch. You detached your lips from his to try to speak: “Not here, Jjong…”
“There’s no one here, right?” he said quietly. You couldn’t answer before he moved in to kiss you once more, his moans in your mouth sending a shiver up your spine as you gasped for breath. He held onto you tight, his hands traveling downward to place his hands on your ass, squeezing you tightly, ultimately resulting in you letting out a groan as his hands quickly traveled everywhere as fast as possible. The ding of the elevator suddenly rang, the both of you suddenly running out of time as the doors whipped open. You separated yourself from your boyfriend to find a woman and her daughter, both holding hands, standing across from the both of you, Jonghyun still holding you in his arms.
“I-I am so sorry-” the woman started, stepping back and shooing away her young daughter. You slapped Jonghyun, preparing to blame him for this later, but instead he took your hand and swiftly led you out.
“My apologies, Ma’am,” he apologized, bowing his head slightly and rushing you out of the elevator and into the hallway.
“You’re insane!” you hissed at him through a hushed voice. “We just traumatized that woman and her daughter. SHE LOOKED SIX.”
Jonghyun fought back a smirk, turning his head to look back at your angry expression while leading you down the hallway, his hand in yours. “It was kind of a rush, though, right?” he said, a chuckle slipping from his lips. I guess that was kind of exhilarating, you thought as he squeezed your hand, and took out a keycard out of his pocket and inserted it into one of the doors.
“You still want me to take this off?” you asked him, raising your eyebrow. He pulled you in and slammed the door shut, smiling at you with his lipstick stained mouth and out-of-place hair that was once done up so nice that you had pulled and pulled on.
“May I?” he inquired, not taking his eyes off of you. You nodded as he pulled you onto him, feeling the evident tent now in his pants, sliding the shawl you had off of your shoulders and down to the floor. He carefully grabbed your chin, bringing it upwards to kiss him a single time: “You’re just wearing a bathing suit under this…” It was a statement rather than posed as a question to you, and all you could do was simply nod. “May I take this off? It seems to be getting in the way…” He lightly tugged on the end of your shirt, eliciting a smile from you.
“As long as I get to unbutton yours,” you teased, playing with the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck. He smiled a white-toothed grin; he was built so nicely from head to toe, not being able to simply rest your eyes on one part of his body. He pulled your shirt off, leaving you in your bathing suit and him in his half-unbuttoned shirt and shorts. You pulled him in to kiss you once again, your hands traveling down to unbuckle his pants, feeling him smile against your lips.
“You really don’t like my shorts, huh?” he said with a chuckle, moving his hands to grip your waist, stroking your skin softly.
“No,” you said, “I really don’t… I’d rather them be off of you.” He advanced backward to sit on the end of the white sheeted bed, holding you in his arms with a tender kiss as you carefully unbuttoned his floral beach shirt, discarding any clothes left on the both of you to the floor. His lips were soft and fit perfectly in with yours, leaving everything from his tongue swiping across your teeth to his noises in your mouth the perfect fit of your puzzle.
“Sit on me,” he said in between breaths, holding your still upright body as he sat himself down on the bed, pulling you in by your ass closer to him. “Sit on me, please; on my lap.”
“You want me that badly?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair as he helplessly nodded: “Say it. Say you want me. I know you do after you couldn’t wait to touch me until we got into that elevator.” He whined, placing his head in your chest.
“Please, Y/N,” he pleaded. His hands quivered as he took his time, savoring every inch of your skin like smooth sand, feeling every wave in your body with his greedy little fingers. Only the cloth on his lower half compared to your swim bottoms were the only pieces separating you from each others’ warm exposed bodies, excreting sweat and heat at an impossibly fast rate. You wrapped your legs around his body, what a body; his toned, honey-colored body that was heaving for breath under your control and yours only. Everything from his arms to his lower trail were covered with tight veins that you could practically see the blood pumping through them, his hard-on making an appearance under you. Your circular movements on your boyfriend sent a spark up your body; it ached for friction or some sort of action as you edged yourself along.
“Jjong,” you softly called out, almost as if it weren’t directed toward him, alas implied as you stared into empty space, feeling him against you. The man under you made a noise of pleasure as you felt his hand run across your thighs, squeezing them tightly as you slowly rutted against him. Your hips stuttered against him as he moved his hips up to meet yours, mindlessly bucking them up into you.
“Love it-love you,” he moaned, “so pretty… Take off your clothes…” You moved to take off your bottoms, revealing a warm patch on the center of your boyfriend’s underwear. His head was tilted away from yours, burning a fiery heat, not able to look you in the eyes as you slowly undressed for him.
“Off,” you told him, plucking at his waistband, “take it off.” He groaned, pulling down the last of what covered his body, sighing at the release under the hot fabric.
“Good…” His eyebrows were knitted together, moving his hands that resided on your lower back further toward him. “Sit-sit on me, Y/N…”
“You want me to sit on you?” you replied, sliding your hand through his soft hair that was full of volume and length.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, “Wanna make you feel good, baby…” You felt your stomach stir at his whines, still slowly rocking yourself on his legs, wanting to stay in this position for a little while longer, feeling the heat rise in your body quickly.
“Mmm,” you hummed, “like this, though…” He smiled lazily, meeting your glazed over eyes. His eyes were heavy and dark, the stars in his eyes hiding away behind the other side of the moon, waiting for the sun to rise again. Even just his gaze sent a shiver up your spine as he lifted your hips up carefully and set them down onto his tensed muscle, unable to continue at the sensation of you around him.
“Oh…” His mouth, gaped wide open, moaned out. You captured his lips in yours, feeling him move under you slowly and hesitantly. His hands traveled up your body, touching your chest, causing you to sigh into his mouth, the sound reverberating in his skull. “Y/N…” he spoke into your mouth, removing his lips from yours.
“What?” Your legs trembled at his touch; Jonghyun bit down on his lip at the sensation, and moved his head away as if he were coming up with another thought.
“Move,” he said, out of breath, removing you off of his lap, “move over…” You felt him lay you gently down on the soft duvet, moving his hands again to place around your face, suddenly shivering at the lack of warmth he had so readily provided previously. He moved onto you, watching his face above yours and his pretty, pretty locks dangling down his face as he looked down at you, his muscles tensed. “That’s better.”
You frowned slightly, realizing you had less control than before, but the lazy smile on his face was still enough to keep you just as excited. “I liked being on top of you better.” He chuckled, stroking the sides of your face softly, feeling everything from the tiny hairs to partly healed up scars, touching everything to know you were real.
“But here,” he said, bringing his lips closer to yours, “I get to see you better.”
“You’re cheesy,” you told him, a laugh coming from his mouth and causing his mouth to curl up into a beautiful smile.
“Only for you,” he whispered, moving down to kiss your neck, making you gasp as if this were the first time he had done this; every time with him felt new, and each time you loved him even more and more. “God, Y/N… Look what you’ve done to me.” His skin grew red and puffy, sweat beading up around his forehead, and his entire body flushed. He looked down, as if he were going to stroke himself, but instead lifted your hips.
“What are you doing?” you questioned, earning a small smile from him.
“…Wanted better access.” Your face flushed with slight embarrassment as he lined himself up to you, your hands reaching to dig your nails into his back. You dug your nails harder into him as you felt him insert himself into you, a groan catching in your throat.
“Jongh-“ You couldn’t finish as he swiftly pulled your body back from his and back into you, feeling him deep inside of you.
“I want you so bad,” he said, mindlessly pumping in and out of your body. He was so beautiful over you: His broad shoulders tightening as his body moved up and down, closing his eyes while letting out noises of pleasure. “You’re… you’re so nice and wet for me, baby.”
Your mouth hung agape, feeling him in and out of you, aching for more as you tighten your arms around his neck. He moved his head down to meet your collarbones, kissing them gently but keeping his lips there, as if he were going to mark you up. “Faster… please.”
He grunted in response, quickening up his pace, moving his arms from your body to grab the headboard of the bed frame behind you. “So pretty- you’re so pretty.” His eyes fluttered open to meet yours, barely able to keep eye contact as your eyes rolled back, smelling colors as you felt your stomach tighten. “Y/N… I’m close…”
You nodded fervently, capturing your lips in between your teeth, drawing blood as the man above you trembled, his hips stuttering against yours; you felt his warmth pool inside you, quickly chasing his release with a throat-ripping groan, feeling your body overtake you as you neared your end.
*
You smiled, humming contently as you closed your eyes and laid back on the soft pillow cushioning your head. Nothing but the duvet of the bed was covering you up, feeling warm as your boyfriend poured a glass of wine distant from you.
“A little more,” you teased, watching his smile grow as he filled the glass to the top. His chest gleamed with the afterlook of sweat, pajama shorts hanging low on his waist as he raised the glasses from the table and over onto the bed.
“Is this enough, my love?” he cooed, placing the glass carefully in your hands.
“You’re clingy,” you told him as he feigned surprised, placing his hand lightly on his chest. He grinned, moving into bed next to you to wrap his arms around your bare body. “You sure you don’t want some?” You turned your head toward his, his head resting softly in the nape of your neck.
He hummed, tracing his hands softly, little shapes and patterns onto your bare back. “All I need is you,” he told you, and he was sincere. After all, he was your favorite lover boy, wanting nothing but to praise you. “I am perfectly content right here.” He leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips, as always, lingering to taste the sweet wine on your lips.
You pulled away from him with a smile, “If you want some, go get yourself a glass.” He smiled, placing his hand delicately around your jawline, feeling his breath on your face.
“Maybe I will,” he said, a smirk growing on his face, “or… maybe I can just…” He moved his arms in to suddenly grab around your waist, causing you to gasp as he grinned devilishly, placing small, rapid kisses all around your face. You laughed, his lips tickling you as they were placed on every part of your face, then resting on your lips, laughing against his mouth as he puckered his lips.
“I love you,” you told him, as if it were the first time ever telling him, but his excitement remained, his eyes growing softer.
“I love you more.” You cocked your head, raising an eyebrow at him.
“We’re not doing this again,” you told him, narrowing your eyes. You took a sip from your glass that you had luckily not spilled all over the sheets. He buried his head into your neck, causing you to laugh, his hair tickling your neck.
“I still love you,” he said, looking up at the ceiling, “more than anything.” You laced your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes slowly flutter shut. He was never not beautiful in your eyes: From his perfectly sculpted jaw to his chiseled legs, from head to toe he was absolutely stunning. It didn’t take long for you to take notice to him, and you made sure to not let him out of your sight. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was forever a hand to hold; and he was yours.
*
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“i only have eyes for you” - kim jonghyun x reader | DRABBLE
as a start to my mini comfort drabble series for the members i’ve decided to start with Mr. Romantic himself. i was listening to “i only have eyes for you” by the flamingos while writing this! :)
gn!reader x kim jonghyun
1k words
warnings: none but maybe a lil saucy at the end also this was not proofread oopsies
*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*
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To dream was something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. From the moment of falling asleep to waking up, you never seemed to remember your dreams. A dream of a ride in a Cinderella carriage along the moonlight was a recurring idea in the back of your mind; a beautiful horse drawn carriage and a handsome prince holding you in his arms.
You sighed, rolling over onto your side; the moon shone bright through the window blinds, creating strips of light that seeped into the dark room like rays of sunlight. The sun stripes laid parallel to one another, creating a pattern of light on the cotton duvet. After a long day of running around, there is nothing better than rolling over onto a cool pillow to look out at the moonshine through your window.
There was a divet in the balance of the mattress, causing you to shift slightly at the body entering the blanket underneath. Nothing was spoken: You were too tired to turn over onto your other side, but rather letting the pair of wandering hands that had entered the bed to migrate down to your sides and wrapping around your bare midriff. You felt the warmth of a body suddenly up against your back, soft hair and delicate features of a beautiful face laying down to rest.
“You’re home early,” you murmured, letting the man behind you completely melt into your body. You felt his skin up against yours, nothing put cloth covering his lower half. He placed his warm chest against your back, feeling the movement of his breathing, in and out, in and out.
“What time do I normally come home?” you heard him chuckle, stuffing his face into your hair. You felt his fingers creep up to your hair to play with a few strands.
“I never see you come home.” You looked out the window, feeling the warmth of his presence against you. “I’m always wiped out before I can see you come home.” You pulled your lips in tightly, sucking in a breath. It always felt like you never had time to feel him against you anymore. Sure, you saw him every day, but not every day was the day to be completely submerged in his embrace.
You could almost feel his smile as he tightened his arms around you, pulling your body toward his: “I’m home,” he murmured, “now. I came home for you.” You felt his warmth pressed against your lower back.
“You need to be working more,” you said with a sigh, knowing how important his work was to him as well as to keep the creative juices flowing as much as possible while in and out of workshops. “You still have so much to get done.”
“I don’t live to work,” he whispered, as if there were others in the room, yet you were the only one against him, feeling his lips against your ear. “I live for you.”
You turned your body around to finally meet him: Every time you looked at him, no matter how many times your eyes met his, they had the same sparkle as the first time he ever laid eyes on you. “Don’t live for me.” You sighed, placing your hands on either side of his face, his hands still placed on your sides. “I don’t want to be in your way.”
“Let me live for you,” he bargained, sliding his face closer to meet yours. You closed your eyes, feeling his breath on your face. “Be mine.” Your eyes flickered open to look at his beautiful face, running a hand through his messy mop of hair. He laid his forehead against yours, running his hands up the side of your neck and to cup your jaw softly. He placed a soft kiss on top of your nose, then to your cheekbones, all the way up to the top of your head. “Be mine forever.”
You chuckled, shyly moving your face away. “I don’t think forever exists,” you mumbled, your head making its way toward his chest and holding him tight, his soft cologne now mixed in with the smell of your fresh bed sheets.
“Forever doesn’t exist,” he lamented, caressing the side of your head; you felt nervous when he pulled your chin to move your face in front of him, making eye contact with wide and moist eyes. “We can just make it seem like it… Even if we don’t end up staying together like this, I wish for you to be with me until life chooses our end.”
“Soulmates, you mean,” you replied softly against his lips.
“Yes.” He settled on the word, letting it resonate on his tongue. “Yes. I will spend the rest of my life with you, so be it. You’re never getting rid of me.”
His face, only centimeters away from yours, was a tease, feeling his soft lips on your forehead. “I love you.” You felt him shift in the bed, his embrace around you tightening. You moved your head up to meet his eyes again. “You’re the only one I want.”
“I love you,” he said breathlessly like he had never been told of his presence, his own self, as a loved person. He let his eyes fall, unable to keep eye contact, concealing the moisture that built up in them. “Y/N…”
You captured his lips in a kiss, moving your hands up to cup his jaw in your palms. He sighed softly, moving his body into you and holding you tight. His hands became loose from your sides and moving down to your hips slowly, motioning you to hover over to straddle him. His hunger was intense; the thought of being loved by someone… it was too much to fathom in one thought. Feeling him holding you was love, and what it stood for. Love is not only passion, but security. In the dark and dim lit room, feeling him against your lap, this was the present. This was the only present as it will ever be; every moment after this one will soon become the past, and he was your past, present, and your future.
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thank you again for your support! i’ve decided just to do this mini assignment to keep me going because i haven’t had a lot to write or post recently :( more fluff for the other members coming soon!!! <3
