The Moonlight is Rising | minkey vampire/werewolf AU
Summary: As most vampires, Kibum didn't have many friends. He might only have the one, a stubborn witch, who liked to meddle a little too much. Still, Kibum hadn't thought that Taemin would send him to a magical realm with his natural enemy - a werewolf. One much too handsome and curious for his own good.
Kibum wasn't sure what the hell Taemin had intended but he was pretty sure he and Minho end up killing each other before they got out of here.
@gaylilsherlock mentioned something about sea god!Key, naturally I had to create a moodboard (and because I couldn't decide which one I liked more I went with both ideas, so now there's two moodboards)
kibum’s having a pretty crappy christmas morning but the guy he meets on the sidewalk bus stop complimented his eyes and now he’s feeling magical
i’m so sorry this took so long to post. i haven’t been all too well lately so writing has seemed like more of a hassle rather than a hobby. i’ll do better in the future!
Kibum cannot believe this is actually happening to him. He woke up at precisely 4:30am on Christmas Day, of all days, to get on a stuffy bus and wait three hours until he would arrive in the heart of Seoul. Jonghyun specifically said to “be there or be square” at exactly 9:00am so they could get seats to see the Christmas parade at 10:00am.
Jonghyun isn’t where Kibum said he would be. Initially, Kibum thinks this is weird. Jonghyun is usually never late, and when he is, he at least shoots him a text or phones him. Kibum has received neither of those.
Ten minutes later, Kibum becomes a little worried.
Another twenty minutes and Kibum is now irritated.
At 9:55am, Kibum is in no mood to see the parade anymore after he gets a text from Jonghyun that goes along the lines of, “Sorry, need to cancel, something came up.” The fact that this kind of absurd behavior by Jonghyun has occurred completely flies over Kibum’s head as he is simply too angry to fully comprehend anything rational. Besides, it’s so damned cold and Kibum forgot his favorite gloves at home.
“Excuse me, are you okay?”
Kibum looks up quickly, an angry look embedded in his face. The guy who has gently tapped him has jumped back at the sudden jerk. “What?”
The guy looks flustered now, sputtering like a dying engine. Kibum raises his eyebrows. “Y-you looked angry and the parade is about to start so I just wanted to make sure you were, y’know, o-okay, I guess…”
Kibum’s frustration immediately disappears once he actually makes eye contact with this guy. His large, brown eyes are widened in fear and he’s biting his lower lip. He lowers his gaze to the little nametag on his polo shirt that says, “Teacher Minho” on it. He must work at the daycare down the street. “Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t… mean to yell at you. Today just hasn’t been so great. For me, I mean.”
Minho’s face softens. “What do you mean by that, if you don’t mind me asking.”
“Well, I woke up at the buttcrack of dawn to get here in time for the parade since my best friend said he wanted to watch it with me. Then he cancelled and I’m about three hours by bus away from my home. I told my parents I wouldn’t be able to come home for Christmas this year because Jonghyun fucking insisted that this was the only year he was free from work on Christmas.” Kibum’s expression turns hard and cold again and Minho begins to regret asking him what had happened.
“That… I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that,” Minho says quietly.
Kibum shrugs. “Whatever. I mean, Christmas is lousy enough anyway.”
Minho now looks offended. “I wouldn’t say it’s technically lousy…”
“Why?”
“I mean… because it’s colorful. Christmas brings out the color in people. I see color in you right now. Your eyes are just, so magical looking. Like, rainbow-y. You may hate Christmas, but I see Christmas in you right now,” Minho explains.
Kibum inhales. “Do you see color in everyone?”
Minho nods. “Of course. Sometimes, it’s duller, like before I met you. Sometimes it’s vibrant, like you right now. Especially your eyes. They’re the most colorful.”
Kibum laughs, but it isn’t tart nor is it fake. It makes Minho relax a little bit. “Thank you. I appreciate the compliments. You’re pretty colorful yourself, if I may.”
A comfortable silence fills the two but is interrupted by the start of the parade. Kibum hasn’t even noticed how many people have gathered on the sidewalks to see it. Minho gives Kibum a sneaky glance. “If you’re not in the mood to watch the parade, I have a Christmas tree that needs decorating and a name from you that I need.”
Kibum chuckles. “I’d love to help decorate your tree, Minho. I’m Kibum.”
“How did you know my name?” Minho asks. He looks slightly alarmed. Kibum points to his nametag and Minho’s shoulders sag in relief.
Minho’s daycare is filled with little children, running around and playing with toys. It’s not necessarily overwhelming but Kibum looks nervous. Minho gently takes his hand and leads him towards the back where the tree is located. It’s bare and dark. A box of decorations sits sadly next to it.
“Minho, this is all you have? Have you never decorated a tree before?” Minho shakes his head slowly. Kibum sighs. “We’re going to the store right now and getting you more decorations.” He grabs Minho’s wrist and leads him back out of the store.
“Wait,” Minho says. Kibum lets go of his wrist and watches as Minho fiddles with something behind a table, which is pressed up against the wall next to the bare tree. Suddenly, the room lights up. Kibum looks up, taking note of the sparkling Christmas lights that adorn the room. All of the kids stop playing, oohing and ahhing at the sudden change of lighting. Minho grins when he sees Kibum’s jaw drop. “How about this?”
ft androsexual & enby jong, & pan minkey all in (or about to be in) a poly relationship
Super Rich minkey’s fav summer past time is ogling the Super Hot pool person
big ol thanks to @onthighsbelongtotaemin for beta’ing this fic <333
warnings: alcohol, cursing
“Make sure you get around the edges over there! The hibiscus bushes are always dropping shit into that corner,” Key calls, watching the pool person, Jonghyun, work over the rim of his glass of white peach sangria. Jonghyun nods in response, smiling as they stretch and strain to catch little leaves and flower petals in the pool skimmer, their back and arm muscles flexing.
“Orange really suits them,” Minho says, and openly stares at the tiny, sherbet orange swim trunks squeezing Jonghyun’s tanned, toned thighs.
“Mmm,” Key agrees. He and his boyfriend have spent countless summer afternoons reclining in lounge chairs, sipping fruity cocktails, ogling the sexiest pool person money could buy. Luckily, Jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind their obsessive staring and lustful commentary; they’re content to take their time doing relatively easy work, mostly getting paid to look hot.
“I’m gonna go get them a drink.”
“Good idea. They’re probably thirsty, and if we’re lucky, they’ll spill some on their chest like yesterday, when they were wearing that cute purple bikini,” Key smirks.
Minho gets up, wiggles his eyebrows at Key, and heads to their outdoor bar. Key takes a break from observing Jonghyun to watch Minho masterfully shake and pour and stir various things to fix up a strawberry mojito, his muscular arms and chest on full display, his hair still dripping from their earlier swim. Summer isn’t summer unless there’s at least two partially naked people parading around Key’s mansion.
“Do you want a drink, Jonggie? Minho made your favorite,” Key waves them over.
“Sure! One sec. I need to cool off first.” They set the pool skimmer to the side, dive into the nearly clean pool, and emerge looking like a goddamn model. They flip their hair back, sending water droplets flying, their mouth open and face glistening. Key gasps.
“They know exactly what they’re doing,” Minho snorts, appearing out of nowhere, before padding over to the pool. Key quickly follows, joining Minho in sitting on the edge and dangling his legs into the cool water. Jonghyun paddles towards them, and accepts their drink with a beaming smile.
“Thank you!” they giggle, fully aware that Minho is gaping at the way their arms look folded over, supporting their weight between the two.
Key looks down at his turquoise toenails swishing in the water, and asks, “So... do you have any plans for this weekend?” He can practically feel Minho raising his eyebrows at him. They hadn’t discussed letting Jonghyun any farther into their personal lives, but it was bound to happen at some point, considering how absolutely enamored they were with the pool person.
“No, not much. My puppy has a grooming appointment and I’ve got to pick up some new strings for my guitar, but other than that...” Jonghyun trails off expectantly, swirling their drink around with the little pink and white straw.
“Well, we’re having a barbeque on Saturday, and if you’re not busy, we’d love to have you here,” Key smiles, imagining both Jonghyun and Minho at his side, dressed in tight floral swim trunks, shoveling fancy ice cream into their mouths and laughing at his snobby guests. The whole neighborhood would hate him.
“There are going to be tons of people, so you could even bring friends, if you want,” Minho chimes in with a wink, “As long as they’re as cute as you, of course.”
“Okay,” Jonghyun giggles again, covering their mouth with a hand, “Sounds fun!”
“Great!” Minho slips into the water, staying under for a moment before bobbing back up to spit a stream of water at Key.
“You got my hair wet, asshole,” Key screeches, splashing Minho with one of his feet. Jonghyun laughs, really laughs in comparison to their usual adorable giggles, and joins in on attacking Minho. The two splash and dunk each other in his enormous, Italian tiled pool, their bronzed skin sparkling, arms flexing, voices raised. Key grins. He must be the luckiest, richest, gayest boy in the world.
“What are you smiling about?” Minho asks after sending a particularly large wave of water over Jonghyun.
“This,” he replies, quickly standing up to cannonball into the pool, completely soaking the others.
“I don’t care if you’re my boss, you’re going down,” Jonghyun signals to Minho, and the two rocket off the side of the pool, heading straight towards Key and pushing him underwater. Key cackles as he goes down under their combined strength. Enveloped by multiple slick, buff bodies, he can’t think of a better way to spend the summer.
Summary: Minho didn't know what he was more unprepared for- the new nanny Kim Gwiboon tumbling into his life, or, being railroaded into helping idol Kim Jonghyun write his next hit song. Either way, a change had arrived in his life and he was going to have to figure out a few things about himself, his family, and what was in his future.
A/N: Y’all I know it’s taken forever to get this up but this fic was my contribution for SHINee Big Bang 2017! Woohoo! It was originally conceived as a little fic idea after I was watching Kibum's insta live back somewhere in March/April where he talked about how "The Sound of Music" was his favorite musical growing up. Being a lover of musicals as well it didn't take long for this to grow into a full-blown idea and develop into this monster! So much for a little 10k fic lol! The title is taken from one of the songs in the movie, "Climb Every Mountian".
Thank you to everyone who voted for this story during SBB! A big thanks also goes out to @onthighsbelongtotaemin for the emotional support during the writing process; and a huge thanks to @shinyaqua for her faithful beta of this fic at the end.
Hi everybodyone, I'm asking for someone on twitter/ex-twitter: Does anyone around here happen to know if there is a SHINee ship (or more accurately a MinKey fan, fanfic, etc.) discord server/group chat or something similar?
holy hell this is so long and the ending is shit but i had fun writing it and then listening to my computer suck at reading it back to me. please slander my fics and send me prompts uwu
“Hey Kib, Heechul needs you to stack these four boxes of canned tuna by the door, against the window. Stat,” Jinki says from the cash register counter. He’s sorting the money when Kibum is sweeping the ground. He groans.
“Why though?” Kibum complains, a hint of whining in his tone. He lets his arm drop dead to his side but he doesn’t release the broom he’s holding. It hangs limp by his right hand. “I’m on stock duty today. Taemin’s supposed to be on stack duty.”
Jinki squints in confusion. “No... You’re on stack duty and Taemin’s on stock duty. He’s in the back room right now sorting everything out.” He gestures to the swing door that leads to the storage room in the back of the store.
Kibum swears under his breath. He cringes inside thinking of Taemin screwing up all the hard work he put into making the back room look organized. “You must have mixed up the stock and stack because I told Heechul I would not be stacking his fucking five thousand whatevers of God knows what,” Kibum spits.
Jinki sighs and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know what to tell you then. Unless you don’t wanna be paid. Or you wanna be fired.” He pushes the front door open. “Good luck. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kibum rolls his eyes, muttering a “whatever” at Jinki who has already vacated the area. He watches the elder drive away and then he proceeds to lightly smack his head against his cold hands. Fuck. He hates stack duty. He checks his watch. They’re supposed to be closing up in fifteen minutes anyway so he doesn’t see any point in setting something up for the darkness.
Sighing, he puts his broom in the corner and grabs the boxes off of the counter. He drags them over to the window and opens them. Disgusting. It’s a million fucking cans of fucking tuna.
Kibum starts to stack them in some sort or pyramid. He plugs his headphones in and starts listening to some rap song by Blingie Blingie. It’s fucking dumb but he loves it.
It takes him about fifteen minutes to stack four out of the five fucking large boxes. He goes back to the counter to retrieve the last box when he vaguely hears the bell of the front door open through his pounding rap. Kibum ignores it and picks up the box, only to hear a crash come from behind him not five seconds later.
Kibum whips his head around and nearly drops his last box of disgusting tuna when he sees that someone has quite literally crashed into his perfectly stacked pyramid of tuna cans and destroyed it all. A groan emits from the person who has fallen and Kibum angrily shoves the box back on the table so he can walk over and yell at this guy.
Before he can properly form an argument, the guy rolls over and sits up. Kibum immediately recognizes him as Minho, one of the cashiers who works at the Burger King down the street. Kibum frequents that area with Jinki often during his lunch break.
“Choi. What the hell are you doing?” Kibum says, exasperation laced in his voice. He crosses his arms. He just wants to go home.
Minho flops back down on the cans, earning a sickening crunch sound. He moans in pain. “Were you stacking those?”
Kibum sighs. Minho is clearly drunk. “Yes. I was almost done and then you came and fucked it up.” He tries to keep his anger at bay but he knows some slipped out.
Minho pouts. “Sorrrrrry.” He pauses. “Why are you so mean to me? I didn’t mean to crush all the tuna you bought...”
Kibum’s face softens. “I didn’t mean it like that. And I didn’t even buy that tuna. We’re selling it tomorrow.” He crinkles his nose at the thought of selling a thousand damned cans of tuna. Smelly and gross.
Minho doesn’t reply immediately. Kibum forces him up by hoisting him by the shoulder. He leads him to the counter and makes him sit down. He gives him one of those pez toys while he quickly and messily re-stacks the tuna. It takes him ten minutes this time and the stack looks ugly as fuck.
Taemin pops out from the back but frowns when he sees Kibum nearly submerged in a pile of cans and Minho flopped on the counter laughing hysterically at a pez toy. “What the fuck is going on?” He asks, catching the attention of a slightly distressed Kibum.
“This dumbass knocked over the tuna and I have to clean it up. Oh, and he’s drunk. Help me get him home,” Kibum says as he finishes stacking the last scattered can.
“No can do, hyung. I was supposed to meet Taesun hyung and Jonghyun hyung about an hour ago and I just got a series of some very fucking scary texts. Have fun with ya boy,” Taemin says, singing the last sentence. He slips out before Kibum can yell at him.
Kibum throws his head backwards and suppresses a groan. He looks over at Minho who is still laughing at the head of his pez toy snapping back and forth. He pulls out his keys and then takes Minho by the hand, leading him towards the open front door. He lets Minho out first and then he follows him to turn the lights off and lock the door.
Minho is mumbling something about tuna as Kibum places him in the backseat of his car, buckling him up and he then proceeds to sit in the driver’s seat. He glances into the rearview mirror and purses his lips before backing out and heading home.
Jinki is supposed to be out spending the night with Luna so Kibum deems it dangerous to leave Minho drunk and alone by himself. Instead he drives back to his own apartment and sits Minho down on the couch. Whatever sugar high, drunken state he was in seems to have dissipated because as soon as his head hits the couch, he’s out like a light.
Kibum sits down next to his strangely still form and begins to stroke his hair. It’s wild, not combed down like it usually is. Kibum wonders why he’s so drunk on a Wednesday evening.
“Choi Minho, what do you even think you’re doing?” Kibum asks softly. Minho doesn’t reply of course, which he expected. He’s about as unconscious as someone in a coma. “You silly bastard, coming in and screwing up my work. Who do you think you are?”
Kibum doesn’t remember falling asleep. When Minho wakes up with a pounding migraine and on an initially unfamiliar couch, he starts to panic. He whips his head back and forth, looking for something that settles his mind. He looks down and Kibum is asleep by the couch, his head buried in his crossed arms. He’s still wearing his work shirt.
Minho racks the back of his mind trying to remember what happened the night before. He remembers going out for drinks and then walking five blocks to the store Kibum works at. But everything after that is a complete and utter blur. Minho decides that it’s safe to assume he fucked something up and Kibum took him back to his apartment so he wouldn’t destroy anything else.
He’s still holding the little pez toy. Minho smiles. At least he remembers that. He rubs his eyes and then his pounding head as Kibum starts to stir.
“Ah, you’re awake. Do you need some water?” Kibum asks. He stands up and stretches. His back cracks.
Minho shakes his head, trying to ignore his massive migraine. “I’m okay, thank you. And thank you for taking me here. I must have been a real pain in the ass.” He lets out a chuckle.
Kibum grins with his eyes closed. “No. You were fine.”
A safe silence fills the room and Minho decides that he should leave. Profusely thanking Kibum, he gets up and tries not to rush out the door in embarrassment. He doesn’t even really know why he’s so embarrassed. He can just feel it.
Kibum returns to work later that day, a couple of hours after Jinki and Taemin have arrived. Jonghyun is sitting on the counter swinging his legs like a child. Kibum had passed the Burger King on his way here. Minho wasn’t there. He assumes that his hangover must have been too bad. Or he didn’t want to see Kibum. He sighs loudly.
He walks in and Jinki immediately starts giggling. “You could have at least stacked the tuna cans a bit nicer.”
Kibum rolls his eyes. “I got kind of hung up on something else.” He starts straightening them up.
Jonghyun and Taemin start whispering. “Hung up on Minho?” Jonghyun teases. “Taemin told me all about how he stumbled in drunk and knocked over that.” He points to the messy cans.
Kibum groans. “Just like my soul,” he moans, earning some questionable looks from the others. He doesn’t answer their questions about what the hell he meant.
He just wishes Minho and his soft ass face was at work today.
