a/n: this is my first time writing in this format, so pls show this some love if you like it !!
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⚝onew
quietly attentive. he doesn't often tell you how much he loves you, but you can see it through his actions. NEVER lets you pay for dinner. he's always sneaky about it, but even if you put your card down, he subtly exchanges your card with his so you don't have to pay a single cent. he's always interested in what you're doing! even if you're just reading a book on the couch or doing your makeup, he's watching attentively and asking questions. he loves to listen to you talk about your day. as soon as you come home from work or from a day out with friends or family, he's asking you how your day went, what you did, if you had a good time, etc. he wants the details, too. so don't leave anything out! he just loves spending time with you. you could be doing the most mundane tasks, and he'd be looking at you with the most loving face. seriously, you could just be like, cleaning the fridge and he'd be staring at you like 🥹 overall, jinki is the most attentive and loving boyfriend you could ask for<3
⚝jonghyun
very loud about his love for you! words of affirmation are 100% how he shows his love in your relationship. you could have just woken up, crust in the corners of your eyes, your hair a mess, stinky morning breath, and creases on your face from laying on the pillow, and he'd just be like "you're so pretty :3" like, omfg. he loooves showing you off, but still likes to keep your relationship private. it's very conflicting for him. he loves taking you to dinner with his family! he loves to watch you talk with his mom while making food and drinking wine. i think he'd like to let you lead the way in the relationship, just so he knows that you two are always doing things that you love and are comfortable with. but!! if you don't feel like making the decisions and just want him to take you out and make the decisions, he's more than happy to do so! he just wants you to be happy :))) overall, jjong wants you to feel as happy, loved, and comfortable as possible in the relationship! (literally my dream man 😔✊️)
⚝key
kibum loooves going out and showing you off !! but unlike jonghyun, he doesn't gaf about keeping your relationship private- he wants everyone to know that you're his and he's yours! will spoil you to no end! you two could just be walking down the street, and you'd point out a cute skirt or something in a store window, and he'd immediately walk in to buy it for you. he treats valentines day like the most important day of the year. he'll pull out all the stops- breakfast in bed, gives you little presents throughout that day, takes you out for a FANCY dinner (probably reserved the whole restaurant for a few hours just so you two would be the only ones there), he even picks out your outfit and jewelry for the day so you two can match. speaking of which!! he loooves wearing matching outfits! not in a tacky, literally wearing the exact same clothes kind of way- but a "classy" matching. like, wearing the same color scheme. just something subtle as another way to show the world that you two are together. in conclusion: kibum is quite literally obsessed with you, and he wants EVERYONE to know it.
⚝minho
immediately obsessed with you from the beginning of the relationship! he is the single most husband-material man in the world, idc. will make you breakfast in bed as often as he can! even if you guys don't live together, he'll literally doordash a breakfast burrito or smth to your house just so he's sure you eat something in the morning. probably starts looking for rings just a few months into the relationship- but he won't tell you that bc he doesn't wanna freak you out. he's so sure that you're THE ONE, though. acts of service is 100% his love language. he just likes doing the little things for you! whether it's hanging up your jacket when you come home from work, washing the dishes, or learning how to make your favorite food, he's more than happy to do it! probably learns how to braid your hair! idk, i just feel like that's something he'd do. like, he'd wanna learn how to braid your hair so it's out of your face while you're sleeping</3. he loves talking about your future together! marriage, kids, retirement, all of it! he just loves to imagine your life together<3. minho is the guy that's in it for the long haul- he's the one you know you're gonna grow old with.
⚝taemin
he's a little weird!! but you love him, so it's okay!! just has the oddest little ways to show his love for you. like, i feel like he bites?? not hard, it's really more like, mouthing?? like, you guys will just be sitting on the couch watching tv, and he'll just gently bite your shoulder. and he'll stay there for a while, just like, holding your skin with his teeth. he likes to send you songs that remind him of you, but sometimes they're just so?????? like, he'll send you a song and be like "this came on shuffle and reminded me of you :3" and you're just sitting there confused like, bro this is literally "fireball" by pitbull??? silly stuff aside, i feel like he'd like to let you plan things!! not bc he doesn't want to- he just likes to let you take charge! you two will be deciding on where to go for dinner, and you'll be like "let's go here!" and he'll just be like, "okay :3" no arguing at all, he'll just go along with whatever you say! but he still likes to take care of you! like, he'll do little things like, zipping up your jacket, or holding the car door open for you, or bringing the blankets up to your chin while you're in bed so you don't get cold :((( also, kind of like the random biting thing, i feel like he just likes to hold you. like, you'll be standing at the stove cooking dinner, and he'll come up behind you and hug you TIGHT. like, you can barely breathe, but you know he just loves you so much, so let him squeeze the air out of you <3. taemin is the type of boyfriend that wants to be romantic, but he's just not really sure how! you two have your own way of going about things, and that makes you happy :)
a/n no.2: i went a little overboard with taemin, but i had a lot to say about that funky guy!! if you liked this, a like and reblog would be highly appreciated!! i love u guys. thanks for reading<333
TRIGGER WARNING: depression, self-harm, death, foul language
Word count: 3.5k+
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.
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TWO YEARS EARLIER
JONGHYUN
I hear the curtain metal rings slide harshly two opposite ways, shocking me awake.
“Oh, good. You were sleeping with your mouth open.”
“Great. Thanks, Mom,” I say sarcastically, rubbing my eyes.
“It’s already ten past five. I’m going home. Are you going to be okay?” my mom asks. She has taken care of me since day one I’ve been in this hospital. But now, since I’ve improved a lot, I insisted that she doesn’t have to visit every day.
“Yes, ma’am,” I roll my eyes jokingly.
“Aww, Jonghyun, you should find a woman who will take care of you from now on instead of bothering me,” she joins my kidding around.
After she pinches my cheeks and kisses me, she heads out the door. I sit up to reach for my phone on the side table. I got messages from the boys on our group chat.
14:36
Kim Kibum: Hey, Kim Jonghyun! When are you getting discharged? You’re delaying our project. Get your shit together, yeah? Love you
15:18
Jinki: They ran some tests on you a few days ago, right? How did they go?
15:24
Minho: Hope everything’s okay, Hyung. We’re just here waiting for you~
16:20
Taemin: Hyung, did you receive my fruit basket? Hope you like it.
Reading their messages instantly puts a smile on my face. I start typing to reply that everything’s good and that I’m getting out of here soon. Maybe next week at the very least.
I’ve been in this hospital for almost a month because of the car accident on my drive to my parents’ house after work. It was already dark and I was on the expressway when it started to rain so heavily that visibility was close to zero. Unexpectedly, a huge truck was running too fast in my direction. I managed to avoid it but then made me hit an electric post. Even though I was in a coma for three days, still, lucky for me, I had very little damage compared to others who have gotten into accidents like this.
I’ve never felt more alive. It may be hard to believe or even admit, but it might be a miracle, what happened to me. I was in such unbearable pain that I could already imagine my loved ones crying at my funeral.
I grab my little notebook and head up to the rooftop. I sit in my usual spot, which is at the very corner of the floor, overlooking the city. The city lights are like stars, the cars like elves, and the people like ants. It’s like a whole new weird world. I pull up my pen inserted at the last page I wrote on. Every time I have an idea for a song or a poem, I always write it here.
As I’m turning the pages to look back on what I’ve written, I catch a glimpse of someone’s legs way across this wide rooftop. It looks like a person lying on the floor.
“Hello?” I call out.
No response.
“Excuse me, are you okay?” My voice is a little louder, hoping to be heard.
Still nothing. Not even a subtle movement.
I drop everything and walk briskly over to check on them.
I gasp at a young girl in a hospital gown like mine, which means she must be a patient too. I draw closer to see that she’s unconscious. And pale.
My heart twists, I hurriedly kneel down to her side and lightly put my head on her chest to check her heartbeat.
Shit, I hear nothing. A quick shiver sends through me.
Her pulse. I quickly grab her hand to feel her wrist and hope to feel something.
Thank God. I exhale after what feels like twenty minutes. “Stay here. I’ll go get help.”
I run down four flights of stairs and realize how ridiculous that sounded since she couldn’t even hear me. I finally reach the nearest nurse’s station, catching my breath in order to get words out.
“Excuse me! There’s a girl up on the roof. She’s unconscious. Please help!”
A nurse nods once and quickly picks up the telephone. She recites something I didn’t quite understand. Two guys with a stretcher appear immediately and ask me to let lead the way.
. . .
It’s now hours later and I can’t stop thinking about her. My last sight of her keeps flashing before my eyes. She was pale and almost lifeless. She looks pretty with her dark neck-length hair, her thin bangs fly off her forehead because of the wind. I wonder what’s wrong with her. I hope she’s okay now. Turns out she is the one who stays in the room next to mine.
My door slowly opens for a nurse to take the tray of my already finished dinner. “Hey, um, do you know what happened to the girl next door?”
“Do you know her?” he asks me right back, his eyes dead.
“Actually, yeah, I went to college with her.” I lie.
“Oh, okay, then,” he sighs. “Well, she attempted to kill herself again.”
My jaws drop in shock. “What?” I stutter. My heart sinks even more at the word ‘again.’
“It’s the third time she’s done that during her stay here. I really hope she'll stop. I’m worried about her. She doesn’t even have a family for us to call for a situation like this. There’s only this one guy that comes over every now and then.” His eyes suddenly change and fill up with pity when he walks out the door.
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PRESENT DAY
Y/N
I run to the bus stop to see Jonghyun already waiting for me by his car in hazard mode at the side of the road. Two weeks passed and this is the most I’ve seen him since he’s been busy with his comeback.
He spots me, then waves so happily that he’s almost jumping.
I land in his arms. “Jonghyun, I missed you,” I weep on his chest.
He pulls away to look at my face, cupping my cheeks. “How’s my girl?” his eyes twinkle. He lovingly leans in for a five-second kiss.
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” I pout.
“No, I just got here,” he smiles. “Shall we?”
We both hop in his car and drive to Taemin’s house to have dinner with the boys. It was supposed to be a celebration for their comeback promotion weeks ago but it always fell through. Now that their promotion ended, they decided to have the gathering tonight. It was Minho and Kibum’s idea. Taemin offered his place to hold it.
They love a good party. Kibum wanted to invite as many people as they could but Minho wanted an intimate gathering with just close friends. The decision was made democratically but it was tied up. So all that long heated, turbulent discussion led us to the lowkey one with just close friends.
Jonghyun and I arrive with three handsome boys already in sight. Minho greets me with a warm hug and then leads me toward the kitchen where Jinki and Kibum are preparing food.
“Mmm, smells good over here. Where’s Taemin?” I ask no one in particular while I make my way to sit on a spinning stool by the island.
“He’s not here yet,” Kibum answers me while he holds a wooden spoon in front of me to let me taste his soondubu stew.
“What? He’s late even at his own party being held at his house. Great.” I say as I nod approvingly to Kibum, telling him that it’s delicious.
Jinki giggles. “That’s our youngest.”
I laugh, wiping off droplets of soup on my chin.
“Speak of the devil,” Kibum mutters as soon as I hear the front door beep.
I welcome Taemin with a giggle and my arms open for a hug. “Hey, what are you doing late at your own party?” I say, pulling away from his one-hand embrace.
“I came as fast as I could. You’re at my house. Stop complaining!” he laughs too.
. . .
It is now four hours later. Jonghyun and I are back in his car on our way to his apartment. I insisted he takes me home but he insisted harder for me to stay at his place since it’s closer.
“Plus, I missed you and I want to be with you a little longer,” he says, kissing my hand while his eyes are on the road.
“Really? Well...” I say, having something in mind. I start drawing closer to him and slide my palm on his lap up to his crotch. I lean in closer, humming into his ear.
He swallows. “Hey, I’m driving.”
I laugh at him. “Fine, I’ll wait until we get home.”
“Home?” He looks at me for a second, smiling. Then back on the road.
I pause, thinking of what I said. “What?”
“Did you just propose for us to live together?”
“Where’d that come from? You’re making stuff up again.” I playfully punch his arm.
He laughs out loud. It is so beautiful that it is the most musical sound I’ve ever heard.
After a few seconds of silence, he grabs my hand. I turn to him, waiting for him to say something. “So, do you want to move in?”
My mouth opens in quite a confusion but immediately curves into a huge smile. “Yeah, of course! I’d love that,” I screech. I lean into him for a kiss on his cheek, then rest my head on his shoulder while he pulls over into parking.
He turns to me, cupping my cheek. “I love you so much, Y/n.”
It makes me melt every time he says those words to me. My eyes fill in with tears. “I love you, too.”
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TWO YEARS EARLIER
An overflowing burning sensation boils in my stomach, making me abruptly sit up and throw up on myself. I feel like my internal organs are about to come out of my mouth. I feel so heavy that I can't open my eyes. When I do, it’s brief and cloudy.
I suddenly hear the door open. Somebody walks into my room. A nurse perhaps. After I feel them carefully laid me back down, I catch a blurry figure of a man standing in my direction by the door outside my room. Before I can control my own consciousness, everything goes black again.
. . .
I slowly open my eyes with the sun blaring at me. It irritates the shit out of me. I get out of bed in an attempt to close my blinds but somebody stops me.
“Whoa, wait, be careful.” A guy in a hospital gown like mine suddenly appears before me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I glare at him.
He looks startled by my sudden rage. Despite this, he adjusts the wire connecting the needle inserted in my arm and the IV that’s hung next to my bed before I could mess it up.
“Let me get that for you,” he mutters before closing the blinds for me, leaving a bit of sunlight.
My face relaxes from frowning as I watch him walk back toward me. He sits on the chair next to my bed. I notice his attractive appearance. Dark hair that covers his entire forehead, a cute smile and a muscular body. I somehow get lost in his stare with those innocent and sparkly eyes, making the anger inside me fade. I feel some kind of warm relief.
“Uh, I’m Jonghyun. Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I have not heard about you since I found you on the roof a few days ago.”
I snap out, bringing back my scowl. “Why?”
He stutters. “Well-”
“We don’t even know each other.”
“No, but-”
“Do you like me? Is that why you saved me?” I’m getting more pissed with this stranger in my room. “Or are you just trying to be some kind of a hero that saves my life, then our story would turn into a cheesy romantic cliché?
Silence. He just stares at me. Probably awkward and shocked.
“Get out of here before I call security.”
Without saying anything else, he gets up from his seat and walks to the door. Looking flustered, he glances back at me before sliding it close behind him.
. . .
The moon has come out. It’s the only time of day that I appreciate the outside. I stand before the window, looking out, watching the cars and cabs go about down there. Thinking that there are millions of people existing, I question why the fuck I’m alone.
Literally.
Emotionally.
I fall on my butt, and for the first time in almost a year, I cry out loud. Extremely loud. Numbingly loud. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I pull my hair out, punch my head, slap my own face. Dig my nails into my neck, scratch down to my chest, and then my arms. I kick my legs hysterically. Repeatedly.
I hate being alive.
Eventually, my hearing went faint, abandoning its purpose. I feel someone grab me from behind, restraining me tightly.
“Let me go! Just please let me go. Please! I don’t want to be alive anymore.” I continue to scream furiously, trying to escape everything that tries to come at me.
But then, I see that it’s Minho who’s hugging me. I crash into his arms, shut the fuck up, and cry silently.
“Y/n, I’m here. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you. Please, stop now,” he hushes me. I can finally hear his voice. He's the only one I can trust. His embrace is the only comforting thing to me.
I’m breathing heavily, trying to calm down. I watch a nurse approach with a syringe but Minho immediately shoves it away.
We just stayed like this. I have not idea how long but I don’t want it to end.
After some time, the noises in my head settle down. I can see clearly again.
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PRESENT DAY
JONGHYUN
After my radio show, I come home to a beautiful lady waiting for me on the couch in the dressing gown I got her for Christmas last year, and a pair of thick-framed reading glasses with a book in hand.
I join her, laying my head between her breasts. “Hi, roomie.” I look up at her, then give her a wink. We talked about moving in together weeks ago and the day I’d been waiting for has finally come. She’s finally settled in with me. There couldn’t be any other day happier than this.
She hisses. “Shut up,” then goes back to reading her book, blocking my view of her pretty little face.
I hiss back. I then crawl out off the couch to pick her up bridal style, spinning her around.
Y/n shrieks, laughing. “Jonghyun, stop!”
So I do. “Oh, hey, we haven’t done that thing couples do once they move in.”
“I thought you were going to be too tired from work,” she says, her arms around my neck.
Her thinking about sex is heaven to me! But that’s not what I’m talking about. “No, stupid,” I chuckle at her while I put her down on her feet. “Come here.” I grab her hand for her to follow me out the front door.
“Wait, what? Where are we going? I’m not dressed,” she complains.
I close the door once we get out. Y/n is still confused about what we’re doing. I pick her up again, bridal style. “Now, enter the code.”
She doesn’t say anything else and does as I say.
Once she opens the door, “Welcome home!” I cheer.
She laughs out loud. “Oh, so now we’re officially living together. Amazing!” she says playfully.
But I don’t put her down just yet and head to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re doing that other thing that couples do when they move in together.”
“Yay!” she cheers, then kisses me deeply on the spot as I bring the action to our bedroom.
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TWO YEARS EARLIER
There’s a knock on the door while I watch a movie on the flatscreen. I hit pause on the remote control.
“Hyung!” Minho calls out enthusiastically as he enters my room with bags of food in his hand.
“Hey! What are you doing here?”
“What? Can’t a guy visit his guy friend who is unlucky enough to get into an accident?” he jokes around, handing me my lunch.
“Thank you very much,” I bow to him.
Minho and I do some catching up, talking about his new drama series, and some other work stuff until our conversation finds itself about the girl staying next door.
“Then she just kicked me out of her room and threatened to call security on me. This is what she did to a person who saved her life?” I pout.
“Oh, my God. You’re the stalker she’s been talking about?”
“Stalker? Woah, that woman. After what I did for her?” My blood is boiling with intense irritation. But it subsides quickly once I realize something. “Wait, you know her?”
“Yeah, I actually spent the night in her room.”
I pause, staring at Minho in confusion. “You’re not… Nothing’s going on with you two, is there?
“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I’ve known her since childhood. Our parents used to be close. That was when her mother was still alive and her dad hadn’t moved to Japan.”
“Wow, she has it tough, huh?” Just like that, irritation turns compassion.
“Yeah, but there’s more to that. Something that no one can explain, not even her herself.”
She’s been suicidal. Her depression has taken a lot from her. Hearing this makes me want to look after her more.
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PRESENT DAY
Y/N
Since then, Jonghyun had been visiting me every evening to have dinner together even when I kept pushing him away, asking him to stop trying to save me.
Days after he got discharged, he came back, but I wasn’t in my room anymore. When he found out that I was transferred to the psychiatric ward, he came running to my door.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were being transferred?”
“Why would I?” I frowned.
“Right,” he laughed awkwardly.
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
“Hey, what are you-”
He trailed off, his face turning red as he listened. It’s definitely Minho.
I suddenly snatched the phone from Jonghyun’s hand and walk near the door out of earshot. “Hey, where the hell are you?” I scolded Minho in a whisper. “You are not letting him-”
“It’s okay, Y/n. He means well. Maybe it’s time for you to let somebody else in for a change,” he laughed statically. “Love you.”
I sighed in irritation as I heard the dial tone. “Here.” I hand Jonghyun’s phone back to him while he just smiled at me goofily.
If it wasn’t for Minho, I never would’ve trusted anyone again. And because of Jonghyun, trusting and loving again was worth it.
By the time I got discharged from the ward, Jonghyun and I eventually started dating officially. He was always there for me. Offered to come with me to my therapist twice a week but I insisted that I could go by myself. I would meet the rest of the boys not long after we got together. Since then, I’ve got the best friends ever.
Sooner or later, I would get back to work in teaching kindergarten. I can’t imagine my career going any other way. I thank myself for being alive today. Some days, I’d join Jonghyun and the boys in organizing a charity mission. I’d teach kids in far provinces. I forgot how fulfilling working with children was when I was too busy being miserable.
I’ve never felt so alive. Not to mention grateful.
“I’m so proud of you, honey,” my dad tells me with a big smile on his face.
“Thanks, Dad,” I smile back at my computer screen. “By the way, when are you coming? You should tell me ahead of time so I can prepare you something.”
Before I can hear his response, the front door of my apartment beeped. “Oh, I have to go. Jonghyun’s here.”
“I should really meet this Jonghyun. You’re talking about him a lot,” he says.
I shake my head and laugh at him before hanging up.
“Was that your dad?” Jonghyun asks as soon as he approaches and kisses me on the lips.
“Yeah.”
“Is he coming to visit?”
“He didn’t say,” I tell him, shutting down my laptop.
I stare at Jonghyun while he removes his shoes and walks towards me.
“What?” he asks, then kisses me on the forehead.
Trying not to tear up, I just shake my head and giggle at him. If it wasn’t for Jonghyun, my life would be so much different right now. Hell, I’d be dead. Because of him, I regained my bond with my dad.
Months ago, they had to go to Japan for work and he made me come with them so my father and I could finally talk. We had never seen eye to eye ever since Mom died. We had drifted apart. Now, we are closer than ever.
I’m not saying my depression is gone and my attacks are non-existent anymore. They still come every now and then, although not as bad as before. Jonghyun has always been so caring and understanding. I could cry just thinking about it. I got to be with the best person and have the best friends in the world.
In case anyone was wondering why I may take so long on requests or just uploading in general…
I usually get too embarrassed to post the things I write, I’ve been editing all of these over and over again and still, none of them (in my opinion) are fit to be published, I really want to post all of them (and all the others that I didn’t ss bc I have over 100 SHINee fics written currently) but I’m scared that it won’t be as good or that (when it comes to part two’s) that it won’t align with part one, but because it’s no reason for them to collect dust, I’ll try to stop obsessing over them being perfect and just post them because some of these I actually really really like myself. But I hope those who have sent anons or who have requests can be patient with me, I take a little longer with those because I want to make them as good as possible.
Jonghyun smiled softly as he watched you interact with the small group of children, SHINee had a rare day off so Jonghyun and the boys decided to spend the day by the Han river. Taemin, Key and Onew rested in the shade under a tree, Minho stood by Jonghyun watching him watch you as he chuckled to himself. Jonghyun turned to face Minho, "What? What's so funny?" He asked clearly confused. "Hyung do you realize how much your staring at Y/n?" Minho asked. Jonghyun scoffed and went to defend himself when he heard you scream. Jonghyun rushed over to where you where to see what happened. Taemin sat up and started laughing as he saw you flat out on your front.
You pouted and started crying, now you weren't one to let your emotions get the best of you but falling on your front after tripping over a tree root because you were distracted is very embarrassing. Jonghyun rubbed your back trying to provide you some comfort. You finally stopped crying and looked at Jonghyun, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Jonghyun just shook his head and smiled, "It's okay jagiya accidents happen." You smiled back and picked yourself up to go sit down against the oak tree Taemin was sitting under.
Jonghyun watched you fondly as you picked on Taemin for laughing at you, then he turned to Minho, "You already know I'm whipped for Y/n, but I'm finally ready to settle down and start a family with her. She's stuck with me through thick and thin, I honestly don't know how she could do it, I honestly thought she gave up on me and our relationship that horrible night the winter storm came through. But she never did." Minho smiled at Jonghyun nodding along to what he was saying.
"Y/n is a strong woman. She's also very stubborn and loyal. She'd never give up on you when times get tough. She loves you too much to let you go, she'll be with you always." Minho said putting his hand on Jonghyun's shoulder. Jonghyun smiled widely then turned his attention back to you laughing.
Summary: you don't really need anyone to take care of you when you are sick but Jonghyun thinks otherwise
A/N: an adorable anon asked for a Jonghyun fic and after some time and a lot of thinking I came up with this. Anon, I hope you like it! Thank you for your request, I wasn't sure I was gonna be able to write for him but I genuinely enjoyed doing it 🥰. Credits to @promptplanetblr and their idiots in love prompt list that I used as inspiration!
A/N 2: I hope whoever reads this can find in it some comfort, as this is intended to honor him. As a shawol who has been by their side for over 12 years, I promise you this comes from a place of love and respect for him.
You slowly open your eyes, only to see you've fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on and playing god knows what. You check your phone right as the doorbell rings again, and you see a message from Jonghyun on your screen from 20 minutes ago that said "I'm on my way"
You groan. You've fallen asleep while you two were chatting and now he's here while you feel like crap and all you want is to keep sleeping until this stupid cold is out of your system.
You open the chat app and see him typing, so you wait for him to finish.
Jjongie: I'm at your door! let me in!
You: dude if you come in you'll get sick
You: also I just woke up so you don't wanna see me like this
Jjongie: I have food and I know you need it
Jjongie: come on it's cold as fuck, open the door
You: you're so annoying
Jjongie: 😚
You get up and go to your door, pressing the button on the intercom that opens the building door below. Dragging your feet, you go to the bathroom to wash up and try to look at least presentable. Your head still hurts and your nose it a bit pink from all the sneezing and rubbing on it. What a lovely view.
He's seen worst, though; like that time when you drank too much so you threw up in his bathroom, and he was sweet enough to make sure you didn't get anything on your clothes. Or the time you fell asleep with your mouth open while you were watching a movie and he recorded you, zooming in on the drool on the corner of your mouth. God he is so stupid; he's lucky you've known each other since you were kids or else you'd have kicked his ass already.
A soft knock on the door makes you sprint to open it. He is wearing a scarf big enough to cover his whole body and you can't help but laugh at his face.
"What's so funny?" he asks as he steps in
"Who did you borrow that from? Hagrid?"
He looks down at his clothes, grabbing a piece of his scarf. "If you had worn something like this you wouldn't be so sick, you idiot"
You stick your tongue out to him and take a step back so he can place the bags he brought on the kitchen counter.
"Have you eaten anything?"
You shake your head, pouting.
He looks at you with a worried look on his face. "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts" you shrug
He places the back of his hand on your forehead, and even if it's freezing, it feels comforting on your skin. "You don't have a fever, but you do feel a bit warm" he takes the hand out to look for something in the bag "here, take this"
You open your hand to see some ibuprofen falling on it, and move to the fridge to get some water to swallow them. As you drink, you turn around to see he has turned on the stove and is getting one of your pots from the cupboard, pouring in it a soup he bought and placing it on the fire. You lean back on the fridge to watch him, he is so focused he's squinting his eyes, opening and closing your drawers to find what he needs to cook. He's so sweet for doing this, and you can feel your heart swelling at the way he cares about you.
"You're cute" you say, smiling at him. It takes you a second to realize you've actually said it out loud.
He frowns and looks at you. "What?"
"I said you look like a fruit" you blurt out, kicking yourself internally for coming up with such a stupid answer
"That doesn't even make any sense" he laughs "you sure you are ok?"
"Shut up" you joke, rolling your eyes. As you get closer to him, you can smell the delicious food and hum happily.
He smiles at you, tilting his head to the side. "You look like a fruit too"
You stare for a second until you both burst out laughing, but when your laughs turns to a cough he's quick to rub his hand on your back to help it stop.
"You should really get some rest" he suggests, his hand now resting softly on your lower back "go and wait for me on the couch, I'll take this to you"
"You don't have to baby me" you whine, hugging him by the waist and resting your head on his chest "but thank you"
He places his head on top of yours, smiling in your hair. He lets go of the spoon he's using to mix the soup so he can hug you with both arms, squeezing you.
You stay like that for a moment, the soup slowly cooking while you take deep breaths. You should probably let go before it gets awkward but you don't care, really; you feel safe in his arms and you wish to embrace him for as long as you can.
You lift your head to look at him and he does the same; his eyes are shining brightly and you are certain that's what angels actually look like.
"Pineapple" you whisper
"Huh?"
"You look like a pineapple" you gesture at his head "your hair is a mess"
He snorts. "Ok, well, banana"
"What? Why banana?"
"Your posture is shit" he kisses the top of your head before breaking your embrace "couch, now, you're gonna make me burn the soup"
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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could i please request jjong with 16 please! tysm!!
Hello!! Thank you so so much! Ooooooh wow the prompt for this one is… so fucking good. I hope you enjoy this!
You whimper as he pulls back, feeling the loss only to have him thrust back into you again, harder than before. You are rendered speechless, words unable to be formed as you are fucked the hardest you have ever been.
“You can get louder, can’t you?” Jonghyun asks, releasing the grip he has on your throat so you can breathe properly again.
You open your eyes to meet his gaze, as he stares you down with a scowl on his face, eyes dark and brooding. You know that his words were a warning, and that you have to answer him, though finding your voice is difficult.
“Y-yes… yes, Daddy,” You whimper, “I can get louder, I promise.”
Jonghyun smirks at you, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip before he pulls your jaw down, forcing your mouth open so that you can’t contain your moans anymore. You throw your head back in pleasure, crying out as with each thrust he hits the spot that has your vision blurring.
Your words are slurred, incoherent, as you grip tight to Jonghyun’s shoulders, obliging his request as your moans get louder than you have ever allowed them to be. It doesn’t take long for him to have you losing yourself underneath him, practically screaming his name as he fucks you through it perfectly.
Before your peak descends, he cums for you, too, releasing into you with force, as his thrusts are erratic and off-rhythm. You are breathless by the time he slows down to a stop, though he doesn’t pull out, he relaxes on top of you, kissing you softly as his chest heaves.
“See, it’s so much better when you show me how good I make you feel.”
