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Why aren't there more onkai fics in the world :(

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Kinktober 2017 Masterlist

Day 1: Aphrodisiac; taekey

Taemin whines, trying his best to shuffle closer, and Key crouches, reaching out to cup Taemin’s face. Taemin whimpers, nuzzling into the touch. He’s panting, breath bouncing off of Key’s skin and back against his face.

“Baby, you’re burning up,” Key whispers.

Day 2: Dirty Talk; jongyu - jongkey - onjongkey

And fuck, it feels so good to rut against the bed like this - the sheets still smell like Taemin and even though he wasn’t in the dream, Jonghyun can imagine, can see Taemin growing impatient and pushing his cock in alongside Key’s fingers, can see Minho lifting him out of Jinki’s lap so he can have his turn, can see even Jongin there, uncertain but still wanting and taking whenever he can.

Day 3: Public; jongyu

No one is close to them, and no one seems to be looking their way. That’s for the best, but that doesn’t stop Jinki from lowering his mouth to Jonghyun’s ear and murmuring, “Quiet, baby boy. People are going to hear you.”

Day 4: Knives; onkai

“Would you like that, Jonginnie?” Jinki says, fingers drifting along Jongin’s jaw, and Jongin leans into it. He doesn’t even think about it, just finds himself nodding gently. Jinki smiles. “Can you tell me exactly what you want?”

Jongin swallows thickly. “I want to try. I want you to cut me.”

Day 5: Humiliation; jongkey

“Jonghyunnie,” they say, and they sit up, leaning just a little into his space as they do so. And that’s all - they don’t say anything more until Jonghyun pouts and makes a little questioning noise. “Jonghyunnie, did you do what I told you to do?”

Day 6: Size Difference; jongho

The breathy little noise Jonghyun makes then makes Minho laugh and kiss the back of his neck, teasing now just to tease. “You’re so needy, Jonghyunnie. So pretty when you’re like this.”

Day 7: Body Worship; onkey

It’s really just that while they’ve all known each other for years now, Key and Jinki have been together since they were kids. There’s something unspoken between the two of them, something that neither of them talk about out loud. But when Jinki gets overwhelmed, when there’s too much on his shoulders, Jinki looks to Key to take it from him. And when Key gets stressed and agitated and finicky, it’s Jinki that they look to to ease it.

Day 8: Deepthroating; jongyu

He pouts easily, almost showing off his lips, and it’s hard to turn him away. Especially when he gets needy. And Jonghyun is always needy, but sometimes so much more than anyone expects. Sometimes, like today.

Day 9: Frottage; jongtae

“Jonghyunnie, wanna…” and it’s plenty open-ended, but Taemin’s hand creeping down to rest high up on his inner thigh and his hips rocking again answers the question of what he wants.

Day 10: Gun Play; ontae

When the actor on screen spins around the corner of the box and shoots, Taemin exhales audibly, shoulders going a little slack. “What?” he asks Jinki, almost offhandedly. “I was focusing.

Jinki snorts. “Obviously. You like this, don’t you?”

Day 11: Gags; jongyu

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Jinki asks. Jonghyun whines again and nods eagerly, but he doesn’t seem to have understood the question. “Can you be quiet for me, baby boy?”

Day 12: Tentacles; taemin/plants

He tugs at them again, prying his fingers under, and then curses when the vine winds itself up his hand instead, tangling around his forearm. “Stupid creepers,” he mumbles, remembering, not for the first time, why they’re labeled an aggressive species.

Day 13: Rimming; minkai

Key trails off, but their eyes skim over Jongin. Jongin bites back a flustered whine, tucking himself firmly into Minho to hide, even though Minho halfway started this. Minho’s fingers are still touching his leg, curving further over Jongin’s thigh, the tips almost brushing the inner seam of Jongin’s pants. Jongin, peeking out only enough to make sure Taemin isn’t watching, lets his legs fall a little wider for Minho.

Day 14: Sensory Deprivation; jongyu

“Always good for me, Jonghyunnie. So good and pretty for me.” Jinki lets his fingers rest against the blindfold he’s put on Jonghyun, then leans down for a quick kiss that makes Jonghyun gasp.

Day 15: Lap Dance; 2min

“Fuck, just turn that off,” Taemin whines. “I could give a better lap dance than that.”

Day 16: Sleepy Sex; jongtae

Jonghyun makes a quiet noise of disbelief, rolling his eyes and biting back a smile when Taemin noses closer. “Besides,” he continues, and there’s a clear grin in his voice when he says, “I got to wake up with you.”

Day 17: Blood; keykai

Jongin swallows. “I… I don’t mind seeing you– I mean…” He fumbles weakly, knowing that that’s the understatement of the year. “It’s not that bad anymore, watching you use blood.”

Day 18: Daddy; jongyu

It takes a while for him to tell Jinki how he feels though, and even then, Jonghyun just ends up blurting out a confession over dinner, just a simple I like you that makes Key roll their eyes (even if they’re smiling) and that makes Jinki gives Jonghyun the most fond smile before saying, “I know.”

Day 19: Olfactophilia; minkai

Minho’s been running, clearly – he’s wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt and he’s sweaty all over and Jongin can smell him, musty and earthy and– god.

Day 20: Spanking; jongkey

Jonghyun’s breath hitches in his throat and he shakes his head, lips pressing against Key’s neck in a poor attempt to muffle a whimper. “You were spanking me, and it hurt but good hurt, and you kept calling me good, and I wanna be good.”

Day 21: Shower; jongho

The tiny noise Jonghyun makes, the idea of Jonghyun and Jongin together, the way Jonghyun is squirming, all of it makes Minho’s cock harden and his hands tighten around Jonghyun’s waist. “Do you want to be good for me now?”

Day 22: Gloryholes; taekai

But the shuffling doesn’t stop, and after a moment, Jongin pulls away from the divider and turns to look only to see – oh.

Day 23: Corset; jongtae

Jonghyun is small - that much is obvious between the six of them, a running joke that makes Jonghyun either whine, pout, giggle or frown, depending on what mood he’s in.

Day 24: Exhibitionism/Voyeruism; jongtae - taekai - jongtaekai

“Want you to touch yourself for me, Jong.” And it’s directed at Jonghyun, but Taemin’s eyes are on Jongin, and his hand is in Jonghyun’s hair to keep him from looking up, so Jongin does, hand slow when it drifts down to slide in his pants.

Day 25: Boot Worship; onkey

Jinki goes to his knees, not like it was a conscious decision but like they crumpled out from underneath him all at once. He’s held himself together for so long, and Key’s taking away some of that pressure.

Day 26: Mirror Sex; taekai

It’s a wonder he hasn’t come already; his skin is hot and flushed and he’s trembling so badly that Taemin isn’t sure how he’s even holding himself up. “Want you to watch yourself come for me like a good boy.”

Day 27: Fingering; jongkey

“Well…” Key starts, and now their hand is running through Jonghyun’s hair, gentle and slow and soothing as they continue, “I can be daddy, can’t I?”

Day 28: Toys; minkey

Minho shudders. It’s so– Key is right there, watching, in control, and they haven’t even touched Minho. They have a remote control and some words and Minho’s entire being in their hand.

Day 29: Swallowing; jongyu - jongtae - onjongtae

And maybe he’s too eager, maybe he’s missed this too much, because he doesn’t think about the fact that they aren’t alone. He watches Jonghyun go gracefully to his knees, and that’s where all of Jinki’s focus is as Jonghyun peers up at him with eager eyes and pouty lips and touches his belt in a question that Jinki immediately agrees to.

Day 30: Dacryphilia; jongtae

But when Taemin does finally manage to shake free of Jonghyun’s clinging hands, it’s to stand above him, with Jonghyun on the edge of their bed and looking up at him with pouty accusation clear on his face. So Taemin reaches out and runs his hand through Jonghyun’s hair, making him look up at him as he asks, “Jonghyunnie, wanna be good for me?”

Day 31: Free For All; jongyu (Part One - Part Two)

Jinki grins. “You can sit in my lap for now, Jonghyunnie,” he says, tugging gently. Jonghyun lets out a breathy, excited noise and tumbles easily onto Jinki’s lap instead, letting Jinki wind his arms around him. “Better, baby?”

The noise that falls from Jonghyun’s lips is broken and breathy, and he shifts again, mostly on purpose now. “I...sorry, daddy.” And it’s strange to throw the word out like that, strange and scary and thrilling, because people could hear.

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Heartbeat (21/?)

Title: Heartbeat Fandom: SHINee Pairings: Jongtae; Minkey; OnKai Chapter Wordcount: 3k Overall Rating: R (Some chapters will be NC-17; these will be marked.) Chapter Warnings: mental illness, mentions of past abuse, misuse of therapy methods, triggering, Summary: In which not every problem needs to be fixed and not every person needs to be saved; sometimes you just need support.

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Chapter 21: Jinki

It wasn’t his intention to frighten Taemin, but Jinki can’t find it in himself to feel too terrible about it. Later, of course he’ll apologize to Taemin, make sure he hasn’t upset him too badly, but for now, Jinki’s priorities are with Onew.

This whole situation was bad, and Jinki knows, in some logical place that is buried just as deep as Onew is right now, that this was all just a bad situation. The doctor was poking, prodding, trying to figure out what buttons Onew was sensitive towards, because in their heads, if they can teach Onew to work past those obvious triggers, then Onew will transition less often.

He also knows that that’s what Onew wants. It’s no secret. And if Jinki could give Onew that he would, because he would give Onew damn near anything. But the truth is he can’t, because someone needs to protect Onew when he gets like this, and nobody can but him. It’s what he’s there for, what he was made for.

And he will protect Onew, Taemin’s feelings be damned. Right now, he needs this doctor, needs everyone to back the fuck off.

And yeah, he made a scene, yeah he ended group too early for all of them. He’ll feel bad about that later too, because whether it’s productive or not, he knows the routine is good for all of them -- for Minho who needs a routine to function because otherwise his schedules are meaningless, or for Jonghyun who, whether he believes it or not, needs a form of stability to lean on in lieu of what he thinks he’s missing. But right now, Jinki doesn’t care, because at least Onew is safe, even if he can practically feel his consciousness, a quiet, frightened ball of thereness somewhere in the back of Jinki’s head.

Jinki exhales, looking around the room, stiffening his shoulders and looking at Minho who looks positively alarmed and Key who looks exasperated but at least understanding. To the doctor who’s looking at him as if he wants to keep speaking, to parse Jinki apart, but is at least too cowed to do so. Jinki’s jaw clenches.

“Did you want to keep going? Or should I take my cues from Jonghyun and Taemin, then?”

It’s all rhetorical, all just a signal that he’s going to leave, because the doctor doesn’t even speak before Jinki rolls his eyes, turning on his heel and pushing out into the hallway. Behind him, he hears the doctor’s voice calling his name, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t give a fuck what anyone has to say right now. He’s all anger, all energy, and a part of him just wants to punch something until his knuckles bleed, but then Onew would wake up hurt, and that’s not acceptable.

He doesn’t know where Taemin and Jonghyun went, but he doesn’t bother trying to find them. Jonghyun is a good way to work out excess energy, sometimes, but with him and Taemin’s new thing, Jinki won’t step in and mess anything up.

But that leaves him at a loss, pacing the common room with the air of a caged tiger -- back and forth, back and forth, growling under his breath.

He’s furious, and pissed, and he’s got hours yet until he’ll be able to feel Onew even begin to peek out after this shit show. Someone in a goddamn position of power making Onew feel like he wasn’t good enough -- the doctor had found Onew’s trigger alright.

He’ll have to wait until tonight anyways, if then. Onew coming back in the middle of the day is a misery for both of them, and Jinki prefers to let sleep ease the transition, even though he’s not sure there’s any real way to ease waking up and missing chunks of your life. He wishes Onew could see a little, the way he can, but it would probably be worse in a way. It’s probably a blessing that Onew’s brain has blocked that particular trauma; he doesn’t think Onew would do well with coming back to any kind of memory of the threats Jinki is willing to both make and implement for Onew’s sake.

But Jinki would. That’s the thing. He would do anything for Onew, protect him from anyone in the world, and that means that he’s okay with this, with being this, with acting like this. Even if it makes him so on edge that when someone touches him, a hand on his shoulder and a name that isn’t his on their lips, Jinki goes taught, whirling in place.

“Onew, have you seen Tae? He--”

Jinki shoved back, pushing him away, and following after. He was smaller, sure, but he had the element of surprise, and everything in him was anger, boiling over at the sight of the boy he’d seen through Onew’s eyes that he only associated with crushed hope -- Jongin.

The thin plaster of the wall shooks a little as Jinki slammed him into it, everything in him screaming at him to hurt, to get rid of the thing that has caused Onew distress. If not for him, Onew wouldn’t have been so fragile this morning, so eager to help, eager to please, and vulnerable to those things being turned against him. It’s partially his fault that Jinki is even here and he feels anger boiling over as he shoves harder, not caring if he hurts him, not caring about the garbled noise of pain that it earns him.

“You,” he spits, the words harsh and ground out through clenched teeth, “must be Taemin’s friend. I’d love to say I can see why Onew wanted your attention, but the truth is, I really don’t.”

Jongin’s eyes are wide, a little panicked, and Jinki can practically see in his face how fast his heart must be rabbitting in his chest. Jinki prepares himself for a fight or for the inevitable call for help. But it doesn’t come.

Jongin’s eyes drop and he goes limp like a metaphorical animal baring it’s throat. Giving in. Giving up. “You must be Jinki then. Jonghyun mentioned you.”

Jinki feels a flood of confusion, and some of the anger is slipping away, because if Jongin is giving in, he’s not going to hurt Onew, right? But… but no, fuck. They’re not goddamn animals, and this kid has to at least be intelligent enough to know how to fake it. Jinki growls, grabbing Jongin by the shirt. “Go away.”

“I can’t very well when you’ve got ahold of me like this,” Jongin says, and the lightness in his voice is infuriating. “And besides, why would I want to leave? You just told me Onew wants my attention, and I have to say, I’m flattered.”

Jinki snarls, a vicious sound that edges on inhuman. “You are not going to give it to him.” You are never going to approach him again. You are going to attend to Taemin like you came here for, and you are going to leave Onew alone before you hurt him and I have to come rip you to shreds for hurting what’s mine.”

Jongin’s eyes come up. He’s not laughing anymore, and when he speaks his voice is somber and intent. “I don’t think that’s how this is going to work at all, actually. I came here to apologize to Onew because I didn’t mean to upset him, and now you’re biting my head off when I’m trying to do the right thing? I’m not stupid. I know what you are and why you’re here, but it’s not going to work. He’s not yours, you know. If anything, you’re his. And you’re hurting him like this.”

Jinki isn’t sure if what’s burning his his chest is hatred or anger or pain or a mix of all three. It feels like acid, like something sizzling away at his insides, and he lets out a sound like a cornered animal. It doesn’t make sense. He’s the one holding Jongin. He shouldn’t be afraid. He isn’t afraid. But his grip on Jongin is loosening, and the words that tear out of his are pathetic, barely a response, much less a retort. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know us. You don’t know him and you certainly don’t know me.”

“No, but I’d like to, for him at least,” Jongin says. “So I’m going to keep coming back as long as he says it’s okay. Because you know what, if this is how you act any time anyone so much as scuffs Onew’s feelings, it’s a wonder he has anyone left at all.”

“He has me,” Jinki spits, all vitriol.

“He needs someone besides you around,” Jongin says. “And you can’t change that. Do you really want Onew to be all alone?”

“He’s not alone,” Jinki hisses. It’s a lie. He knows it’s a lie, that he’ll never exist in the same room as Onew, never be able to give him what he needs. He’ll never be able to hold him and tell him how perfect he really, really is, how he’s smart and sweet and kind and not a failure, not useless. Jinki can’t do any of that, but at least Onew is safe. Jinki might not be enough, but he’s all Onew has.

Jongin is looking at him, just looking, something scornful and disbelieving in his face, and Jinki feels a flash of rage. His arm comes up, his fingers curled into a fist, utterly prepared to lash out, to hurt Jongin. But he can’t. He can’t, and he doesn’t know why except that this isn’t just his hand, isn’t just his choice, and something intangible, some flicker of something is stopping him.

Jinki snarls, angry with himself now as much as Jongin. He steps away, raised arm falling, but that doesn’t stop him from using the arm around holding Jongin to shove him back a little harder against the wall, a vicious spike of pleasure running through him when he hears something crackle warningly, whether it’s Jongin’s body or the plaster, he doesn’t know or particularly care. As long as he’s putting space between himself and the threat, between Onew and the threat, ensuring that Jongin can’t follow.

“You don’t know anything. He made me to protect him, and I’m going to do that. Someone has to keep him safe, and that’s definitely not going to be you. Everyone else hurts him. You were here for thirty fucking minutes and you hurt him, and now I’m here because he can’t handle that.

“All you fuckers who keep trying to ‘help’ him aren’t doing shit, and you can’t ‘fix’ him, so give the fuck up and go away. We don’t need you here. Onew might want you around, but Onew wants a lot of things that only end up hurting him, and you’re not going to be another in a long line of them. This won’t happen again, I won’t let it.”

“Jinki…” Jongin says, and there’s a frown on his face now, something lost and sad, and Jinki feels anger well up in his throat because they don’t need this kind of pity. Jinki knows what he’s doing. He does. “Why do you assume I’m going to hurt him? I know I fucked up, but I’m just human, and I can try and apologize. I can try and make it better. That’s why I’m here, so why--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jinki snaps, glaring. “You think you’re the first person that Onew’s thought was nice and sweet and wonderful? You think you’re the first person he’s latched onto. You’re not special. You’ve known him for thirty minutes. Maybe he thinks highly of you, but you’re deluding yourself.”

“Nice to know he thinks I’m wonderful. Tell him I think the same of him,” Jongin says, and it’s so fucking cavalier, so casual with Onew’s feelings, and Jinki hates this. Hates Jongin.

“Fuck off,” Jinki bites out again. “You’re not some knight in goddamn shining armor. You can’t fix him. You can’t rescue him from some goddamn tower and make everything okay.”

“Listen,” Jongin says, and his voice is serious again, that sudden flip that makes Jinki’s stomach twist. “If Onew wants a knight, I’ll try and bring a fuckin’ horse into this place if I have to. Because you know what, Jinki, I’m not trying to fix him. Maybe he’s not perfect, but that doesn’t mean he needs fixing. I think Onew’s just fine and it’s you that’s hurting him, because it’s pretty clear to me now that you don’t give a shit what he actually wants. You’re smothering him.

“And if it’s what he wants, then honestly fuck you. I’m going to come back every day if I have to until I get through to him that I’m not going to hurt him. He’s Tae’s friend, and I want to see him safe and happy, because getting through to my asshole best friend is hard, but Onew seems like a good friend to have.

And even if it wasn’t for Tae, I think Onew deserves a chance to not feel like you’re going to come out and ruin something for once. So either you stick aroudn forever and smother Onew to death, or you let me talk to him. And I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try and be whatever knight he’s looking for, even if it kills me in the process.”

Jinki drops Jongin. He doesn’t even know where to fucking start on that, but he’s reeling and furious, and if he doesn’t let go of Jongin now, nothing’s going to stop him from punching him, so something in his just… makes himself let go before he can. And Jinki’s furious about that too, in a different way, frustrated and angry and he doesn’t get why.

Jongin is smirking now, shaking his head a little, and he peels off the wall with a tiny wince that makes Jinki vindictively pleased. It doesn’t last. “I have to go find Tae now, since you’re no help,” he says, pushing around Jinki. “But tell Onew he looks really cute in that sweater you’re wearing. Later.”

Jinki lets out a hiss, nearly animalistic in its fury, hands bunching at his sides. Every fiber of what makes him him wants to destroy Jongin, to get rid of this threat before it becomes an issue. But every fiber of him is just a portion of what makes up his and Onew's shared being, and where he wants to hurt Jongin, that same small unconscious part of himself that kept him from decking Jongin in the face  is keeping him from moving now. He’s frozen to the spot, unable to go against Onew's subconscious wishes, and Jinki is furious.

Normally this problem wasn’t an issue. Normally what Onew felt, deep down, Jinki acted on:

Minho upsets Onew each time he forgets him, so Jinki tries to keep Minho at least partially at bay.

Jonghyun is a spark of life that doesn't happen often around here, one that Onew enjoyed even as he took pity on him, so Jinki keeps Jonghyun at their side, serving the double purpose of making Onew's life interesting and honestly just getting out the sexual frustration that Onew’s never had to deal with.

Key is often abrupt and snappish, enough to make Onew scared, so Jinki is accepting, but wary around the blond.

Taemin is precious and fun and obviously harbored a desire to keep Onew at least moderately secure, so Jinki has no issue with keeping Taemin close. Or hadn’t, until now, when Taemin’s best friend is such an obvious threat.

Normally it’s an easy realm of give and take, and Jinki has never clashed so desperately with Onew before, not to this extent. And it hurts. Jinki knows he isn't useful to Onew in the ways he wants to be. This was all he has – keeping Onew safe – and Onew isn't letting him.

Jinki trembles, all anger and hatred and pain. “Fuck you,” he bites out at Jongin's retreating back, an admittedly weak response, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a shit what Jongin thinks, but he’s going to stay away from Onew if Jinki has to keep Onew sleeping until Jongin gives up. And just that thought is sickening, but Jinki is fuming.

Angrily, he storms away towards their room to hide in the dark. At least there, he can be sure that no one can hurt Onew.

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Hey guys~ I know I’m a week late, but I wanted to space some stuff out~ I’ll be out of town on New Years weekend and I’m,,, honestly just not up to putting something up on Christmas Eve? So instead of posting last week and making you guys wait a week, I moved a week and am doing two 3 week blocks. Which means that this will be back the first Sunday in 2018. Wow. It’s been a wild year, you guys.

I look forward to seeing you guys in the coming year~!

Next Chapter: 1/7/2018

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You know what they say about short guys…

Pairing(s):  Onkai, Jongtae (sort of…broken Jongtae) future Ontae, future Taekai, future Ontaekai (all girl pairings!)

Rating: PG for a lil language 

Word Count:  1000~

For @onthighsbelongtotaemin it’s kind of meh but because ontaekai :)

The shriek from the next table over made Jungah jump, across from her Eunsook’s eyes went wide as she watched the girl leap out of her seat, knocking the chair over.  Eunsook slid out of the wooden booth and hurried over to try to make out what all the fuss was over.  

“Get it off get it off get it off!  Oh my god kill it KILL IT!  What the fuck is that thing?!?”  Was followed by a few more curses.  

“Where?”  Eunsook pulled the hysterical girl away from the metal chair that was on it’s back now and she immediately curled into her side, burying her face into her savior’s chest pointing down under the table.  

Eunsook grimaced when she saw the size of the millipede but didn’t hesitate when she stretched her leg under the table and stomped it, her eyes briefly meeting the man’s on the other side of the table who had pulled his legs into the seat trying to distance himself as much as possible from the creature.  

“There.”  Eunsook kicked the carcass, it was big enough to be called that, over into the grass, giving her sneaker a few swipes there to clean it off.  The girl hesitantly loosened her grip and opened her eyes, looking at where the monster was last seen.  Once she was satisfied that it was dead and gone she peaked up as she backed away from the other girl, embarrassed at how she had latched on, quite intimately, to a complete stranger.  

“Th-thank you.”  She thumbed away some of the tears that had fell.  “I’m sorry.”  She looked around at the other patrons who were still looking.  “I’m so sorry.”  

Eunsook smiled and gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.  “Hey, it’s okay.  That thing would have freaked anyone out.  “You’re okay.”  She patted her a couple of times and even picked up the chair and set it back up for her to sit down, giving a nod to the man who had relaxed just enough to put his feet back down on the patio.  

When Eunsook got back to her seat she was greeted by slow clapping.  

“Wow~”  Jungah patronized.  “That…that was impressive.”  

Eunsook shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her beer.  “Not all heroes wear capes.”

Jungah snorted.  “In your case just a size 7 Adidas classic is enough.”  

“You’re just jealous.”

“You’re damn right I’m jealous.  I wish she had buried her face in my tits and hung onto me like that.”

“Not exactly what I meant but okay.”  Eunsook tried to fake a pout but Jungah started to laugh and rub her bare foot on her leg under the table.  

Things didn’t stay quiet though.  

“Seriously Taeyeon.  Are you really going to make a big deal out of this?”

“You just sat there!  While that…thing…”  You could hear the shudder in her voice.  “…violated me.  You could at least apologize.”

“It was just a bug.”

“Just.  Just a bug.”  She mocked.  “You looked just as scared as I did.  You’re short little legs hugged into your chest.”  

There was a long pause, a stalemate, before finally they heard the harsh scratching of the iron chair’s legs across the cement.  

“This was a mistake.  I should have never let Gwiboon set us up.”  

“I think that’s the only thing we’re going to agree on at this point.”  Taeyeon sat back and crossed her legs, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised.  He turned and made his way out of the crowded seating area.    

Once he was out of sight Taeyeon’s confident expression changed and she looked down at their half eaten appetizer and drinks, the empty seat in front of her making her feel very exposed.  She leaned forward and drank what little was left of her highball, and then grabbed the fruity cocktail that her date had ordered, downing what was left of that as well.  She looked around for the waiter intending to ask for the check and get out of there was quickly as possible with what little, if any, dignity she had after everything that happened.  

As her eyes scanned the crowded dimly lit outside area she stopped on the girl that had helped her before.  A smile and small wave was thrown her way, she blushed, even more embarrassed now than she was before.  Another girl, who’s back was to her turned and smiled too.  

“Come sit with us.”  The other girl said as her savior patted the space on the wooden bench next to her.  

Taeyeon thought about it, her mouth going into a thin line.  She spotted the waiter, and her eyes went back and forth from him to the two girls.  

On one hand she could get the check, run home and playback everything scene by scene while drowning her shame in the bottle of peppermint schnapps in the freezer (her stomach turned at the thought) or on the other hand she could muster up a little courage and accept the invite of two people who actually seemed decent enough to want to hang out with her after she humiliated herself twice in less than half an hour.  

Taeyeon gave a sad smile to Eunsook and Jungah before flagging down the waiter.  Eunsook turned her attention back to Jungah and just gave a shrug and a little frown before going back to the messy pile of nachos shared between them.

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“Excuse me.”

Eunsook looked up, a glob of sour cream in the corner of her mouth as she chewed.  Taeyeon stood with her plate and a refilled drink.  

“It’s okay if I still sit here?”

Jungah laughed as Eunsook quickly slid over to give her room, giving some kind of affirming noise through a mouth full of chips.  

Jungah introduced herself before her girlfriend could finish chewing enough to speak.  “Your date was something else.”

Taeyeon rolled her eyes.  “He was shorter than me anyway.”

Eunsook laughed and took a drink.  “You know what they say about short guys?”

Taeyeon kind of grinned and shook her head, humoring the other girl.  

“They can’t reach stuff on high shelves.”

Both Taeyeon and Jungah deadpanned and just looked at the other girl who was smiling ear to ear.  

“She will kill any bug you want her to but her sense of humor is…”

“Unique.”  Eunsook finished for her.  “I’m Eunsook by the way.”  

“I’m Taeyeon.”  She smiled shyly and scooted over to sit a little closer.  

Slight inspiration came from this fanart.  

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EXCUSE-

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My persona vs me irl Both are horrible-