Taemin as the most-loving-cute-affectionate husband&dad nothing else to add enjoy!
cr. for the photos: Jjakgoongie
Word count// 2,051 words
Pairing// Taemin x you
Summary// Cute moments with Taemin as parents of newborn baby girl, Taerinnie. (btw Taemin would make endless jokes when you call him Tae, showing with his daughter and asking 'what?' in the same time as they both share the same syllabe in names XD)
Genre// fluff
Warnings// talking about lactation, if you don't like pregnancy/ parenthood scenarios just don't read this ^^
MASTERLIST
You stirred in your sleep, absent-mindedly searching for Taemin who was supposed to lay in the bed next to you. He was usually there, that’s why you groaned under your breath and opened your eyes slightly, not feeling the familiar source of warmth next to you.
The bedding on his side was a little messy, which made you push yourself up on your hands, looking around. Light from the corridor streamed into the room through the slightly opened door, making you sure Tae hadn’t gone to the restroom.
You were so tired from getting up every two hours that you just put your head back on the pillow, with strong determination to wait until your husband come back. Then you wanted to just lock him into a bear hug and try to get some rest again. However, Taem didn't show up for a while, which forced you to finally get up from the bed.
You frowned as the light hit your eyes, sensitive from the darkness and took careful steps around the apartment. You catched a glimpse of your daughter’s room, sensing it could be the first place where Taemin went.
Taerinnie was born seven days ago, and your entire lives had been subordinated solely to her from the first moment. Your and Taem’s little sunshine needed a lot of care, which, combined with the exhaustion of pregnancy and childbirth, meant that you felt completely worn out all the time. Not to mention stress from being fledgling parents, afraid of every single thing happening around her.
Taemin, on the other hand, seemed filled with energy like never before. Smile never left his face, no matter how little he slept and how much he took over your household chores. Additionally, he never forgot to take care of you as well, praising you at least a few times a day. It seemed as if the expansion of your little family had practically given him wings, and you weren't surprised at all. As long as you could remember, for Tae there was always the right time to get married and have a baby, although seeing you didn't share his opinion, he never pressured you into anything.
You leaned carefully against the doorstep, noticing Taem sitting in your nursing chair with baby Taerin in his arms. You could only see a fragment of his profile, but clearly observe your little daughter, dressed in cute rompers and wrapped carefully in a light pink blanket. Her eyes, huge and dark, stared constantly at Taemin, and her adorable cheeks moved continuously as she sucked on the pacifier.
- Everything’s fine now, right? - a loving and warm voice broke the silence. - Did you just need a hug? It's okay, mommy and daddy will cuddle you as much as you want - he purred, rocking her delicately.
You smiled tenderly at the sight. There were times where you could see him taking care of children and how well he did it. But when it came to Taerin, he was simply the best dad you could imagine. Tae seemed to have infinite patience and enormous amounts of love, pouring it on his long-awaited daughter at every possible moment.
- We can't wake up mom every time, okay? - his fingertip touched her cute, tiny nose. - Mommy is very tired because she's feeding you and needs some sleep... But daddy can also take care of many things - Taemin’s voice sounded utterly satisfied. - You and I are a good team too - he chuckled softly to himself. You could see his cheeks lift into a smile as he stroked her little face gently, like a porcelain doll’s.
Taerinnie's eyes were becoming heavier and heavier each second, opening with difficulty, but she still listened calmly to what her dad had to tell her.
- How on earth did I deserve an angel like you, hmm? - Tae whispered pensively - I always thought that being with your mommy was like a dream come true, then I couldn't believe that mommy married me, and now… there’s you… I always knew you would be the most beautiful baby in the world, after all, you got it from y/n... She was so pretty when I fell in love with her, but why does she seem more gorgeous every day? - he titled his head a bit.
You felt as your cheeks flushed, and suddenly you felt shy standing there and listening to all of it. Taemin was always full of love, as if it was the first year of your relationship.
- You are like my two princesses... And I’m the one who loves you to death -Taem chuckled under his breath - Do you feel like sleeping already? - he asked, probably noticing how Taerinnie's eyelids finally drooped and her face became completely calm and carefree.
- Sleep well, you have to grow a lot - he pressed his lips on her forehead, observing her tiny body for a longer moment.
You moved away from the door, seeing him rise to put Taerinnie in her cradle. He made sure everything was fine, then turned off the light, carefully leaving the room.
- Oh, are you awake? - he asked, noticing you, obviously surprised.
- I woke up because you weren't in bed - you admitted cutely, walking up to Tae and just cuddling into him tightly.
- Taerinnie cried again - he explained himself and smiled fondly at your gesture, his arms embracing you strongly. - I decided not to wake you up because she didn't need to be fed... And we somehow managed to calm down on our own - Taemin said with satisfaction in his voice, and you glanced at him with a wide smile.
However, your eyes immediately went to the ends of his long hair that curled outwards. You reached for them carefully. - Taeminnie, your wings seem to be showing again - you muttered, teasing him a bit.
- Ah, come on - he rolled his eyes with pink shade coming to his cheeks. He reached his hands to your thighs and lifted you up. - This baby needs to sleep too - he purred lovingly, carrying you to the bed.
You let him make you comfortable on the pillow and cover you thoroughly with the duvet before he laid down next to you. His arms pulled you completely to him, leaving little space, and you could feel his warm breath near your ear.
Before closing your eyes, you tried to adjust your nursing bra a little, annoyed at having to wear it all the time. You couldn’t help but sighed loudly when you saw a small wet spot on your t-shirt. Actually, it was his piece of pajamas as you loved wearing it to sleep.
- I can't deal with this, really - you mumbled under your breath. You rolled up the fabric and struggled to correct the pads, which allowed you to forget, at least for a moment, about the way your breasts leaked milk at the slightest touch. Your body changes were quite hard for you to accept, maybe because Taemin seemed to be doing better than ever and despite passing years, he was still so handsome and hot.
- I need to change - you decided, trying to get up, but his hands didn’t let you do it, keeping you in place.
- Stay, don’t mind it - Taem asked in a low voice, his thumbs rubbing your side soothingly. - You'll still be getting up to feed Taerin - he added, and the tone of his voice suddenly became more worried. - Is it still the same?
- I think as long as I continue to breastfeed, it’ll look like this - you grumbled, clearly uneasy. - It's just... instead of a wife, you're hugging a cow at this moment - you tried to joke, chuckling hesitantly.
Taemin, however, wasn’t amused. - Don't talk about yourself like that - he chastened you in a serious tone. - You are still the most beautiful woman in the world. The most charming person I know. The sexiest one too - his hand slid slowly to your hip, which had been noticeably more rounder for several months now. - It's just… you smell… sweeter - he murmured affectionately, snuggling closer to you.
You gave him a side glance. - You're weird, you know that? - you cracked up at this unusual compliment.
Taem raised his head from the pillow, obviously outraged. - I'm just stating a fact, it's not weird - he hissed, lying down again immediately.
- Like asking if you can try my breast milk, not weird at all - you teased him, closing your eyes.
- Making sure Taerinnie likes it isn't weird either - Tae replied with confidence, but you could hear a slight laugh in his voice.
A comfortable silence fell between you as you tried to rest, knowing in the back of your mind that you’ll be woken up by crying again in an hour or two.
- I'm sorry - his thoughtful whisper echoed in your ear, making you gently open your eyes. - I know... it's difficult for you and... well, I was the one who wanted to have a baby of the two of us, and the reality is you're the one who has to deal with everything...
- It was our mutual decision - you interrupted him, speaking without doubt. - You just wanted it earlier, but that doesn't mean you wanted to have a baby more than I did.
- Well, yes... - he sounded inconsolable. - But... I guess… I didn't really know what it would look like... I see how tired you are. I wish I could take at least half of this stuff from you, but I can't…- the tip of his nose rubbed your cheek.
You decided to pull away slightly to look at him. - You actually do a lot of things to help me - you assured, looking into his concerned eyes. - And I'm grateful, really grateful, because I have your greatest support - you reached your hand to his cheek, stroking it tenderly.
- But... you're so damn tired - he stated the obvious, biting his upper lip gently.
You smiled fondly and closed the space between yours and Tae’s lips, pecking them sweetly. Currently, you didn't even have the strength to kiss each other more passionately, so your affection was limited only to hugging and rather innocent kisses.
- I'm so damn tired, and I love you both so damn much - you admitted with amusement.
- Hey, how could you say something like that to Taerinnie…? - he groaned indignantly. - What example are you going to give if you swear like that?
You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath. - Okay, then I love you so damn much, and my love for Taerinnie is immeasurable - you muttered, annoyed by his comment. - Better?
- Better - Taem replied, satisfied with this answer.
- You actually have one task, one thing - you pointed your finger at him.
- What is this? - he stared at you with curious eyes.
- Just try to look for a younger girl without stretch marks and breasts that don't leak milk all the time, I'll strangle you - you threatened him, and Taemin bursted out into laugh.
- Ah, what are you talking about? - he whined loudly. - They're beautiful... just... - he tried to wrap his hand around them gently, but you hit it.
- No touching - you reminded him.
- No touching - he repeated with a mischievous smile, pecking your cheek.- I… just… kind of look forward to having them back…
You rubbed your eyelids with your fingers, trying not to laugh.
- Not only are you an idiot, you're also perverted - you commented, glancing at him again.
- Pff, if I weren't perverted, you wouldn't have such a little cute daughter - he kissed the side of your head a few times and corrected himself on the pillow. - I love you…- he murmured, making sure it came out as loveable as it could.
- I love you too - you answered tiredly, slowly falling asleep in the safest embrace of this world.
always wanted to know what lee taemin is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…
includes nsfw content‼️
*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*
FLUFF:
likes waking you up early
for no reason too he's just your alarm clock cuz he’s loud as hell in the morning
clashing shit around n bein loud
he takes longer than you to get ready
you are ready to leave in sweatpants and he’s got a full outfit on and you’re like come the fuck on
wants to buy you expensive things so you two can be the stylish couple instead of the trashman and the hot guy
you like being the trashman tho so it’s ok
swings your hand that he’s holding while u two are walking n starts skipping n shit cuz he thinks it’s cute while you’re like :| what
ties your shoes, buttons up your coat, puts on your scarf, etc. loves taking care of you
loves laying his head on yours when yall are on the bus or train
he also likes sharing earbuds with u!! he just does it to be physically closer to u tho lol
writes gross poems out in the notes app in his phone for you and they physically make you ill because of how cheesy they are
*some odd interpretative dance in the middle of the street* “this represents my love for you”
you: 🧍 “take it back pls”
u both are just very chaotic
copies people that he sees on the street bc life imitates art
tries to say profound things but they end up coming out sounding like tongue twister
sends up just telling a story from ten years ago that you’ve already heard before
but you’d never tell him that
likes to take the scenic route even though it’s far longer because he loves taking photos
speaking of which, he has more than 10k photos in his camera roll, half of them being of the sky and the other half being memes from twitter
is a big fan of trashy reality tv—sometimes more than you
i hc him as a huge love island fan
he likes ordering you both large coffees from starbucks and sitting down on the couch and gossip about the love island contestants
always somehow roots for the couple that gets eliminated the fastest
is very passionate about voting on reality television shows
tries to imitate their accents (he is convinced he could be Australian)
also is someone who yells at the tv, but also stops it every five seconds to talk about what’s going on in depth bc no one else would understand
loves doing karaoke so u guys have karaoke nights
he buys the goddamn microphones too
he just loves doing the things he loves the most with you
as long as he’s with you :)
SMUT:
loves touching u more than anything else
loves getting on his knees to look up at you while you run ur fingers through his hair
loves loves loves praising u but only if u reciprocate it back
just very very sensual and does everything slow just to take it in
french kissing/??!?!?!?!?
yeah
puts your hands everywhere on him
rlly likes handjobs???
he just wants ur hands on him
he loves getting off on the thought of u
loves when u sit on him facing each other just bc he wants to see ur pretty face as u get off on him
mutual masturbation!!!!!
does that thing and pulls u closer to him by ur legs
likes when ur on top of him just cuzzzz
it’s the best seat in the house
he likes seeing u in control thats all it makes him feel loved and wanted
loves putting ur foreheads together so he can feel ur breathing against his lips as u slowly fuk him👀
his eyes are way too much to handle
slightly hooded and pupils dilated so much it’s like he just got back from the eye doctor
“lemme show u what i've always wanted to do to u”
wants to know he’s making you feel good
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TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood Mention, Major Character Deaths, Gun Use, Glass Breaking, Implied Murder, Explicit Murder
Genre: Drama, Angst
Pairing: Scientist!Lee Taeyong x Reader ft. Jaehyun
YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
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Word Count: 10.5K
Notes: This was actually scrapped a while back, but I recently did this [survey] on my blog and turns out a lot of people were interested in it so I decided to polish it up and post it anyway. I hope you all enjoy! It was a fun one for me to write despite the genre and the TWs haha.
Playlist I Listened to While I Wrote This: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0pMlBuV4wXxJ3WoNsUS5OV?si=f4e4535d76954cb7
Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in or condone these actions. I would never wish any of these actions to occur to the Idol(s) mentioned in the writings of these stories, nor do I wish any harm on them.
The world is beautiful.
That much you understand.
You loved the colors, the aromas, and the sights. They were all enchanting, almost as if you could sit down surrounded by them for hours and lose track of yourself, who you are, where you are, what you are. The world is engrossing, it’s fantastical, and it’s sweet. With adventures around the corner and love in the little things, you could say that you were enchanted by the world, you were content. You couldn’t ask for anything more than what you had, it was perfect.
In your little home on a cliff by the sea, the view was perfect. You could watch the soft waves roll over each other all day, and with the light winds blowing over the grassy knoll you sat on it was like this scene was straight out of a storybook, it was wondrous. You could sit here forever and ever and not feel a single qualm about it. The fresh air and the calming sounds, the scenery was magical, almost. Like someone cast a spell over you and wished you happiness.
“There you are, love,” Taeyong sits next to you on the grassy hill, bringing one knee up and resting his arm on it while he looked over at you with an amused smile. He played with the wedding ring on his finger, turning it around slowly. At the moment you held a blue butterfly in your hands, and you stared at it with such delicate features, he couldn’t help but fall in love all over again. You leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed.
“What do they think of, Taeyong?” You continued to focus your gaze on the butterfly, memorizing the magnificent patterns on its wings that went beautifully with the royal blue. It stayed perched on the gem that adorned your wedding ring, not doing much aside from simply existing, and yet it was still one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. “I wonder if they have worries like us, if they think about how their friends are doing, how they’ll get home, and whatnot.” Taeyong combs through your hair gently.
“My love, they’re just butterflies,” he chuckles. “They’re not as advanced as we are, rather simplistic. They come and go. At most, I believe they think about what to eat next.”
“You and your science facts,” you pout when the butterfly flies away. Taeyong wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you closer, laying your head on his shoulder while the two of you looked up at the blue skies. Your eyes once again caught the butterfly, moving without a care.
Science, it was a word you could only whisper. The practice alone had been nearly banned save for some exceptions, but innovation had taken over the world, nearly trampling upon it and turning it into a wasteland, until the Naturalists retook power and restored the world to what it was meant to be. Lush greenery brimming with life. There was just something about being able to run outside and dance in the sunlight that was wonderful. Your quality of life was exceeded. You were with the one you loved and you were happy. But you hoped every day that he could say the same. Your husband with a curiosity that could never be satiated, who would work in the darkest of night to play into it. He was a man of science, and such a thing was grounds for eternal imprisonment should he be found out.
“Come back inside?”
“Already? It’s only been a few minutes…”
“A few minutes?” Taeyong laughs. “Try a few hours, love.”
“What?” You look up at him and he smiles.
“Yes, believe it or not. Or at least, that’s how long I spent looking for you,” he pulls you onto his lap and nuzzles his face into your neck. “I’m clingy, you know…”
“Right, how could I forget?” You rest your hands on top of his and pull them up, lacing and untangling them every so now and then.
“Let’s go then?”
“Yeah,” you stood up and pulled him up with you. He led you back into the home through the hidden cellar door and, right as you stepped down the ladder, you found yourself back in his lab. The many computer screens towered over you, and the smell of whatever chemical concoction filled the steel room. Part of it had its own magic, you think. A magic of scientific wonder, oh the miracles you had seen Taeyong perform in this very lab alone, it was breathtaking. Sure, the wires and buttons and switches were something you weren’t used to seeing, but it was beautiful in its own right, you think. It had its own charms that someone could fall for, despite not knowing what half of the items in the room were called. Taeyong would usually advise you to stay out of the area when he wasn’t around for fear that you might get hurt. You spotted a large container with a sheet drawn over it and you looked away, feeling a sort of ominous feeling from it. You never were too comfortable in your husband’s lab, as much as you wanted to support him with it.
“My lab isn’t the prettiest place to be, you know, the upstairs is much more preferable,” he gestures for you to catch up to him and, with a skip in your step, you do. You take his hand and let him take you back up to the more comfortable part of your home. At the slide of a bookshelf, you both step back into the living room. The warm light of the morning filtered in through the sheer curtains, casting their holy light on the rather antiquated styled furniture. It was a jarring difference in comparison to the wonderland of steel in the hidden room just behind you. The wooden furniture with woolen and cotton upholstery added a sense of naturalness to the home, it made the place look much more inviting, and with all of your houseplants, it was a miracle that it didn’t look cluttered at all.
“Hey, you left the fireplace on,” you glared at him.
“I wasn’t thinking that I’d be gone for long,” he shrugs. He picks up the two mugs on the coffee table, knocking over his glasses in the process. “Whoops.”
“I’ve got it!” You walk past him and pick up the gold wireframe glasses. He leans towards you slightly and lets you place it on him.
“Thank you.”
“Mmhmm, you need to be more careful, my love,” you watch him walk off into the kitchen and wash the mugs before you pick up the tablet that was just teetering off of the couch. “You really shouldn’t just leave this anywhere, love.”
“It must have slipped my mind,” Taeyong says with a light voice. You placed it in its normal hiding spot under the couch cushions and approached the mail slot by your door, picking up the newspaper and the various letters with it. You read through the paper first. “Oh, Kun is on the news!”
“What did he do?” Taeyong’s voice was distant. You didn’t miss the way his shoulders tensed. The two were going through a falling out of sorts, to your observations. It was a shame, you were all rather close at one point.
“Hmm,” you skimmed the article. “Ah, just another philanthropy project!” You sat down on the couch and resumed reading through the various articles, until a soft ping emitted from the tablet, you pulled it out from its hiding spot and read the notification.
‘Fr: J. Jaehyun, Subject: About those materials’
“Taeyong?” You called out his name and you heard the tap shut off. “You have an email from someone.”
“From who?”
“Someone named Jaehyun?” Taeyong walked into the room and you handed him the tablet. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose while he went through the email, humming a slow song to himself whilst he did so. Then he grits his teeth slightly, which was followed by a dragged-out sigh. “Something wrong?”
“It’s more annoying, really,” he shook his head and turned the tablet off, tucking it underneath his arm. “I’m going to go make an impromptu visit to the main office, I won’t be home until a bit later tonight, so don’t wait up for me, alright?”
“The main office? That’s hours away,” you said with slight disbelief. What could be so important that Taeyong would have to leave now?
“I know, love, I know. But this is of utmost importance, I just wish the timing was better.”
“What a shame… I’ll have to tell Yeri and the others that we can’t come to their gathering later,” you sighed while he pulled a jacket on.
“That’s alright, I’m sure Miss Yeri will have plenty of other tea parties we can go to,” he chuckles, “Are you going to do anything?”
“Might go shopping for a bit, why?”
“Just curious, you know the rules, right?” He rests his hand on the doorknob.
“Of course! Don’t leave the village. But then again why would I? Everything I need is right here,” you laughed.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure. The world’s dangerous beyond the village boundaries, and you know I worry,” Taeyong sighs.
“I love you,” you waved at him. Taeyong looked at you with a warm expression for a brief moment before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
“I love you too,” then he left, locking the door behind him. You sat on the couch for a few moments longer before you finally decided to at least turn the radio on. It first opened to the news channel, and, just as usual nowadays, weather and whatnot, harvest reports, animal watchings, etc. But what could you do in a small village? Everyone here knew everyone, there wasn’t much news to go around. Even internationally there weren’t many words of interest. You walked out of the small home and watched Taeyong hail a carriage, he turned around one last time and waved goodbye before stepping in and leaving. You walked back into the home and tidied up a bit, doing your regular chores like usual all while listening to the droning voice of the radio, until a specific headline came up.
“An underground laboratory has been discovered, owned by the once prominent Huang Renjun. His trial is set to begin tomorrow, tune in to station 56.8FM to listen to the proceedings.”
You switched off the radio. No doubt Taeyong would hear about this as soon as he reached the office, Renjun was a close coworker of his. But if Renjun got caught… anyone could. He was one of the most cautious people you knew, to think that he got caught, it brought a new anxiety through your veins. You walked to a cabinet off to the side and dug through the various seeds there before finally pulling out a bag of seeds for climbing roses. You had to hide that cellar door, you couldn’t risk Taeyong being taken away from you, he’d understand, surely, if you covered the entrance. Plus, there was always the bookshelf he could enter in from, it was just one less entrance, and it was for his safety. You shook out any doubts and walked out to your backyard, planting the seeds with care around the weathered cellar doors. This was for both of your safeties.
You’d come check on those again later, you thought to yourself as you re-entered your home. There was so much to be worried about now, just things as simple as not being suspected or found out. You never reprimanded your husband for his interests, it was who he was and you didn’t dare change a part of him against his will. The only times you saw him truly happy was in that lab below your feet, and you couldn’t take that from him. So you never voiced your concerns to him, and truthfully you didn’t need to. It was an occasional conversation between you both, what would happen if he was found out one day, but it’s one you’d rather not speak about. You’d cross that bridge when you got to it, that’s what you both settled on.
You stepped into your shared bedroom. It matched the living room, nearly, with wooden furniture and wool sheets. There were a few small pictures and paintings around the room, some decorating the dresser and some adorning the cream walls. The sunlight shone right on your bed, adding a warm glow to the relatively small bedroom. You pulled open your wardrobe, it would do you good to change before leaving for your brief outing, naturally. You pulled out the first outfit you saw and got ready for the day. Finally, you grabbed the small leather purse on your dresser and made your way back to the front door.
“Oh, I guess I should dress for the cold,” you pulled the woolen coat from its rack and left the small house, locking it behind you.
Now, some context. Your name is (Y/N), you and Taeyong had gotten married about three years ago now, and you had both been living in this village for quite some time. Friends and family around the two of you would describe the relationship as sweet, and it was, really, you two were both very happy with each other, and you couldn’t have asked for it to be anything else. You both are very good at spoiling each other and, to your recollection, you don’t remember ever having an argument with him. Or at least, not a huge one, maybe minor ones like when he stayed up too late, or when you would accidentally run into his lab tables and knock off a few testing tubes. Well for that last one you ended up doing the last few on purpose, it was nice how he’d pull you to safety, away from whatever acidic chemical was then creeping on the floor.
You stepped onto the gravel paths, the cool air immediately surrounding you in a quick flurry. You took a moment to pause, as much as you loved and supported your boyfriend’s indoor scientist antics, you had to appreciate the actual outdoors. You took another deep breath of the clean air before descending the path from your home. Normally, by now, Taeyong would’ve been complaining about how it would be so much faster to call a carriage. But, you had to be honest, you preferred to take your time, the world will only look like this for so long, might as well enjoy it until it’s gone. Finally, you reached the outskirts of town and you greeted the gatekeeper before weaving your way through the few people of Hymnal.
Hymnal was, you guessed it, a small village by the sea. The village looked straight out of a storybook, with small houses and shops, it was quaint in its own right, with various rustic charms and appeal, you were glad that you and Taeyong decided upon this village to stay in. Sometimes when you’d visit you’d hear music in the town square or small festivities throughout the streets, it was wonderful. But, for now, you’re here to run some errands. You could save the playfulness for another day.
“Mrs. Lee!” A young voice ran up to you and hugged your legs.
“Aww, what’s wrong, dear?”
“They’re being mean again!” The little boy pointed to the group of little girls. “They told me I’m not fun to play with…”
“What? Why would they say that to you? Why don’t you just help me instead? Mr. Lee went out on a job so I could use the help.” You told the young boy and he just nods. You handed him a basket and continued along your way. “Where’s your mother? I had to tell her something anyway.”
“She’s working in the seamstress’ room, Mrs. Lee!”
“I thought so,” you hummed, grabbing a few materials from the market stands and placing them in the basket that the young boy held on to. You would drop the appropriate number of coins in the hands of the vendors before moving on. “How is she?”
“She’s good, Mrs. Lee.”
“And how are her tea party preparations?”
“Very good! But I’m guessing that you’re not going, huh?”
“How did you know?”
“Mr. Lee isn’t in town, you only go together,” the child says while you placed a few apples in the basket.
“Astute observation of yours,” you remarked. You held the Seamstress’ door open for him and you both walked in. “Hello, Yeri,” you greeted the woman and she waved.
“Mrs. Lee! My friends Juhyun and Seulgi are here too, I hope you don’t mind,” she gestures towards the woman cutting threads and the one sewing buttons onto dresses, they waved politely.
“Not at all, are you from the next town over?” You asked.
“Yes, from Bellsang,” Juhyun answers. You could feel your heart race now, they weren’t from town. There was many a time Taeyong would advise you to not spend too long around strangers, all they brought was trouble, and with the anti-scientist craze going on right now you knew he had a point. Sometimes you were afraid that people could just read it off you, that the man you had been happily married to for years practiced a long outlawed job. “You must be Mrs. Lee.”
“I am,” you nod.
“Your reputation precedes you,” Seulgi comments. “A lot of people know about you and your husband.”
“Oh, do they?” You hoped that they didn’t notice the bead of sweat that rolled down the back of your neck.
“Yes, everyone has told us about your kindness,” Juhyun continues. She finishes the button on the dress and folds it neatly. “I’m rather envious.”
“Ah… I see,” you cleared your throat and the little boy handed you your basket. “Yeri, I’m afraid I won’t be able to make the party this evening.” Yeri’s hands falter on the manual sewing machine and your breath caught in your throat.
“Whatever for?” She asks.
“Well—”
“Mr. Lee is out on a business trip, momma!” The little boy chimes in. “She asked me to help her out, that’s why.”
“Oh, I understand, what a good boy I’ve raised you to be,” Yeri smiles. “No worries, (Y/N), thank you for letting me know then. It must have been sudden, you and Mr. Lee aren’t the types to cancel last minute.”
“No, we aren’t,” you confirmed. “But yes, it was rather sudden. But we will most definitely be able to make your next party,” you affirmed.
“That’s good, you have a safe trip home then, (Y/N). There are rumors of a monster living in this town,” Yeri continues. This catches your ear.
“A… monster?” You were intrigued now.
“Indeed. An amalgamation of human body parts, it’s horrific,” Seulgi clicks her tongue.
“Truthfully?”
“Oh yes,” Juhyun nods.
“Come on now, that’s just hear-say,” Yeri waves her hand in the air. “Monsters? Such a thing only exists within us. They don’t manifest in reality.”
“That’s not entirely true, Yerim,” Seulgi continues. “They say some scientist somewhere made it, it’s the devil’s work, let me tell you. Creating a monster only for it to go on a rampage.”
“How… how do you know it was a scientist?” You asked.
“Who else would know how to create artificial life? Certainly not a normal citizen,” Juhyun’s voice was cynical.
“And this scientist… is he still at large?”
“People are saying that Renjun boy was its creator, but he swears up and down that he’d never do it.”
“Oh, the poor boy, he used to help me with my errands,” Seulgi sighs. “He lived nearby to me and Juhyun, you see. It’s shocking to think that he was a practitioner of an arcane belief like that.”
“Yeah, it’s truly terrifying,” you answered. You pulled the lid down of your basket and cleared your throat again. “I should probably be going home now. It was nice meeting you both,” you smiled.
“Safe travels, Mrs. Lee,” Yeri waves goodbye to you as you exit the small shop. You released a long-held breath and took a step forward, you just needed to pick up a new vase for the bedroom and then you would return to the safety of the small home.
“(Y/N)?” An unfamiliar voice was behind you. You turned around, not seeing anyone you recognized. “(Y/N)!” You spotted a boy in a tattered white button-up shirt and equally dirtied trousers, which were held up only by suspenders. He pulled his old cap off of his head and he had on an expression of shock. “Hey, (Y/N), it’s been forever I… wow, you look great.”
“Uh… thank you?”
“This is crazy, I never thought I’d run into you here!”
“Yeah.”
“Oh man, I have to tell the boss about this, oh shoot he’d be so happy.”
“Uh… who?”
“The boss! Duh!”
“I… sorry, I apologize for saying this late but… Who are you?” The man blinked once, then once again.
“Oh! Haha, I must be thinking of a different (Y/N) then! Aw man, I’m sorry. You just look so much like someone I know.”
“No worries, I’ll carry on then.”
“Wait, uh, I’m new in town.” Oh no. “I just need you to point me in the right direction, if that’s okay.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?”
“Portside. The harbor town—”
“A few hours from here, yes. My husband works there.”
“Oh we definitely don’t know each other then,” the stranger laughs awkwardly. “Well then, can you point me out to where Mr. Lee Taeyong lives?”
“Mr. Lee Taeyong?” You narrowed your eyes and looked off. “Uh, yes. Yes, I can do that. But he’s not home right now. I can relay a message to him when he returns though. What was your name?”
“It’s Mark! Mark Lee. I work with him and I need to ask him some questions.”
“Alright then, Mr. Mark Lee. I assume you’re staying in the inn over there so I’ll come get you when I get word that he’s back.”
“That would be great, thank you!” Mark beams. “Wait, how did you know I was staying there?”
“It’s the only inn in town,” you answered with an amused chuckle. “But no worries, I’ll come get you when he’s home,” you reassured him.
“Thank you again, it’s such a huge help, miss…” he trails off, waiting for you to answer.
“Mrs. Lee (Y/N),” you answered him.
“Oh, missus, right,” he eyed the ring on your finger. “Cool. Okay… I’ll go now, thank you again,” he says. He walks off first and you made your way home. The vase can wait. For now, you had your thoughts to organize.
~
“Thank you,” Taeyong bows his head to the carriage driver and watches him leave before he does anything else. He walks down the cobblestone streets of the harbor city before he walks into the tavern.
“Dr. Lee!” A small voice shouts.
“Well, hello there, I see you’ve been feeling much better,” Taeyong rubs the child’s head. “Where’s your father? I have to speak to him really quick.”
“You won’t be staying long?” The child looks behind him.
“I’m afraid not, little one, but I’ll be sure to stay longer next time,” he smiles. The child nods and runs to the back room of the tavern, reemerging with his father.
“Doctor,” Johnny’s eyes lit up. “Go wait in the back, okay?” He told his son. The tyke nods and runs off.
“Did you get Jaehyun’s message?” Taeyong spoke in a hushed voice. Johnny only nods.
“He told me that you’d be on your way,” he gestures for Taeyong to follow him. “I had to move the entrance, they’re really cracking down on the underground now. They got Renjun,” Johnny shakes his head.
“They got Renjun?”
“Someone sold him out, or at least that’s what we’re thinking. His trial’s tomorrow,” Johnny said in a somber voice. “He was able to get Junmyeon to represent him in court but… You know how these go.”
“I do.” Taeyong and Johnny stop in the storage room. Johnny moves a few crates aside and stomps on one of the floorboards, pulling it up with ease and exposing a handle. “I haven’t had a chance to clean the new entrance, so it’ll be pretty dirty down there.”
“I don’t mind, I’ll be out in about six hours, no more, no less,” Taeyong pulls the handle up and descends the ladder. Johnny closed the hatch above him and the sounds of crates being piled on top of it signaled that Taeyong would be there for a while.
True to his words, the pathway was rugged, uneven on a few ends, and some of the lanterns above him were out of fluid, but he could still see his way. He walked down the cavern easily, he knew this path better than the way to his own home, nearly. After about a mile, he reached his destination.
“Welcome back to Neo City, Dr. Lee,” the entry keeper nodded his head. Taeyong held his hand up in greeting and proceeded.
Beneath the grounds of the harbor town was a city of technological marvel. It was being held together by a planned structure of steel and cables to keep the Earth from caving in on itself. The underground city was, for the most and obvious part, dark and lit only by the bright LEDs and Neon signs of shops or adverts. There were tall buildings and small buildings alike for anyone’s technological needs. All around were various other entrances to the city including a secret subway rail provided for by the elusive Qian Kun, and the tunnel systems were pioneered by Lee Jeno to make the area more accessible. Should any of the above world entrances be discovered, they were rigged to close in on themselves and appear as underground disaster bunkers, they had planned for every possible event.
And with a technological wonderland came advances that people would have never thought possible. Cars and skateboards flew above Taeyong, androids were walking up and down the sidewalks and stationed outside of what would’ve been skyscrapers if it were above ground, and there were large techno billboards throughout the city providing more than enough light to keep the hidden metropolis lit up.
“Dr. Lee! You’re just in time,” the familiar voice of Yangyang was one he wasn’t expecting to hear today, but welcome anyway. The young assistant jogged up to him.
“JYP Tech is about to announce their next big thing!” His eyes grow wide. “It’s the talk of the city, are you going to go?”
“This is the first I’m hearing about it,” he hummed. “I’ve been out of the loop, recently. Sure, I’ll go with you. I’ll just head to the office later,” Taeyong reasons. “What’s it about?”
“No clue, but I heard through the grapevine that Bang Chan’s the one heading the project.”
“Really? I’ve been following his work for a bit, he’s a genius, that one.”
“Yeah, it’s insane. I wonder where the hell he gets his ideas from,” Taeyong saw a slight twinkle in Yangyang’s eyes. “Who knows? Since you’re coming with me maybe he’ll want to meet you, we can get a VIP look!”
Lee Taeyong was no small name, in fact, he’s the opposite. If you lived in Neo City you at least knew of the name of Lee Taeyong. He was one of the pioneering scientists for robotics, being in the first group to manufacture a completely maintainable system of robots, which are currently being used throughout the city for a variety of tasks. But knowing this, it comes as no surprise that the man is always working, constantly updating his machines, constantly creating new ones, to him there’s always room for improvement. Even those in the company knew him as the successful workaholic, some even strived to be like him, something that Taeyong was somewhat oblivious to.
“There it is!” Yangyang and Taeyong make their way to the front of the building.
“Hello everyone!” Bang Chan waved to the crowd while he stood before a huge container. He spotted Taeyong and his eyes lit up. “Quite the crowd today, I’m honored. Thank you all for taking the time to come to my live demonstration.”
“Bang Chan is top of the line, JYP’s pride and joy,” Yangyang explains. Taeyong nods, he was somewhat aware of the young man’s accomplishments from the periodic notifications on his tablet.
“Have you ever lost someone?” Bang Chan opens up his presentation. “And I mean lost someone, as in they had gone missing with no trace of where they could be? You could retrace their steps and go back to their usual spots and they’d still be missing. You could have every police officer in the world go out and look for them but… nothing. It is the worst feeling in the world, if you’re not familiar with it, and I’d hope that you never would. But I’d like to change that,” Chan ripped the sheet off of the container and a large computer was beneath it.”Behold, FINDR. Faraday International Navigating Device Radar. I used the Faraday constant and a few other components and created a foolproof locating device, all you need is a piece of genetic material, like a hair, and an object of affection. It is only in the beginning stages for now, but once I’ve worked out the kinks, it’ll be up and running. I’ll take questions now.”
“How do you plan on powering the program?”
“What is the approximate size of the program?”
“Do you have an idea for the price range of this program?”
“How exactly does this device work?”
“Well, the program will be powered through our basic run-of-the-mill supercomputers that our company provides. I will, of course, create other ports for different devices in the future. The size, I’m thinking, will be around 50,000 terabytes, or 50 petabytes to be more specific. As for the price range, I want to say 10,000 units, but that price may change. It will be using what’s left of the satellites that are circling the Earth right now prior to the naturalist revolution.”
“And how exactly will you pay for this?”
“I have a very wealthy sponsor who has asked to stay anonymous.
The questions continued and Chan was excellent in answering them to the best of his abilities. The voices of the reporters and other scientists were shouting all around him, but he was rather used to the chaos and commotion, having been born and raised in the illuminated streets of Neo City, but for once they felt uncomfortable. Taeyong shook his head and tapped Yangyang on the shoulder.
“I should really go now, I need to be back within six hours and I don’t know how long I’ll be at the company building,” Taeyong explains. Yangyang just nods.
“For sure, Dr. Lee! It was nice seeing you, I’ll tell the others you said ‘hello’!”
“Please do, thank you,” Taeyong pushed his way out of the crowd and walked straight towards the tallest building, the building that belonged to the one and only Neozone Industries.
Taeyong made his way into the building. It was nearly blinding in comparison to the streets outside. The walls and furnishings were white and boxy, the uniforms were white with hints of lime green, the only other color in the building aside from the natural skin and hair tones of its staff. The place reminded him of a decrepit dystopian building. He stepped into the elevator, holding his ID card to the scanner until he saw the doors close. He watched as he rapidly ascended levels, it was a moment of solace despite the chaos just outside of the building, before finally stopping at the highest. He stepped out of the elevator and walked forward, approaching the large desk at the end of the room.
“Jaehyun.” The current CEO of the company sat at his desk. He rose when Taeyong entered the room and clapped his hands together, a box rising next to him. “Got your email.”
“Taeyong, might I ask why you need this many PFCs?” Jaehyun gestured towards the box next to him. “Sure, a few grams or so are normal, but this is very nearly a ton. If I didn’t know you better I’d assume you were building an army,” Jaehyun adds with a small laugh. Taeyong stops a few paces away from Jaehyun, eyeing the picture frame on his desk, before turning towards the wooden crate. “And in such discrete packaging, should any of the naturalists see what’s inside… it’s over for you.
“I’m working on a new project, and it’s becoming more costly than I originally thought,” Taeyong ignores Jaehyun’s last statement.”
“Costly in what way?”
“Just… expensive. I’ve begun to dip into other reserved areas of my bank account to fund this one.”
“Oh, do tell,” Jaehyun moved back to sit on his leather chair and leaned forward. “I just need to know what could possibly require this much of such an expensive material. It could put us in jeopardy, you know. They already got Renjun. And the safety of this… project, so to say, is very important to me, I’m sure you know.”
“I know, I’ve heard,” Taeyong nods solemnly. “It’s a bit revolutionary, and I’m not quite sure if I should tell you. I think it would be better if I left it as a surprise, I’ll present it once I’m fully confident in it.” Taeyong nods. “You don’t mind, right?”
“Of course not, you’ve never failed us before, Taeyong,” Jaehyun drags his laptop closer to him. “But, please, next time you buy this much let me know. I worry for you sometimes.”
“No, it’s quite alright, but I’ll be sure to give you a heads up next time,” Taeyong shook his head and picked up the box. “This is all that is necessary, thank you. Really, the project is complete, I’m just replacing parts at this point to see what works best,” Taeyong nods his head.
“Oh, one more thing, Taeyong.”
“Yes?”
“What kind of robot requires biocomponents?” Jaehyun folded his hands in front of him, a dark look shading over his eyes.
“It’s not that it’s a requirement, it’s more of experimental curiosity,” Taeyong explains. He opens the box and goes through its contents. “You know me, I like trying new things.”
“Costly new things,” Jaehyun’s voice had a hint of sarcasm. Taeyong catches a glance of the picture frame again and Jaehyun slams it down. Taeyong flinched slightly.
“You’re the sponsor aren’t you?” Taeyong guesses. Jaehyun remains silent, but he takes the picture frame in his hands, softly running his thumb along the glass. “For Bang Chan’s program.”
“I am.”
“It has promise, I’ll tell you that,” Taeyong nods. “But he’s rather new. Why not just buy the idea off of him?”
“You don’t think I’ve tried? That one doesn’t budge. I like that, envy it even,” Jaehyun sighs. He places the picture frame face down, gently this time. “Do you have any more questions, Taeyong?”
“No, none at all, sorry,” Taeyong nods. He walks back to the elevator, but stops before he presses the button. “She’s dead, you know that, Jaehyun. Why waste the money?”
“Because I know what it’s like to lose someone you loved, and I never want anyone to go through that.” Taeyong pressed the elevator button and hesitated. He turned back around and saw Jaehyun pouring himself a glass of whisky.
“It’s been three years, hasn’t it?” Taeyong says after much thought. “Jaehyun, it’s time to let go. She’s gone.”
“I can’t,” Jaehyun takes a drink. “Want one?”
“I’m not a hard liquor kind of person,” Taeyong says. “Jaehyun, she wouldn’t want to see you like this.”
“What would you know?”
“More than you. She was my friend too, you know.”
“Right,” Jaehyun dismissed Taeyong and took another drink. His phone rang and he answered it, before it connected he turned to Taeyong. “You should go, before anyone notices that you haven’t left the tavern,” Jaehyun says. Taeyong just shakes his head and presses the elevator door button, stepping in as soon as he could. Before the doors closed, Taeyong caught the name of whoever was on the phone with him. “What is it, Mark?” Then they closed and descended.
~
“Hmm,” you hummed a soft song while you embroidered the raven into the fabric. Night had long fallen, the crickets outside were louder than your thoughts, surely. And as much as your eyes weighed heavy, you were determined to stay awake until Taeyong came home. You turned the radio on next to you, listening to the melodic orchestral music while you completed your small project. But despite the radio sound, you couldn’t stop thinking about the events of today.
A friend at a death trial, a monster at large, and a stranger who seems to know you and your husband. None of the facts added up, and you didn’t know what was true. You assumed maybe you met Mark through Taeyong at one point, but it must have been quite some time ago, and without a doubt, you were very embarrassed if such was true. But wouldn’t Mark have known that Taeyong was at work that day? Or maybe they crossed paths on the road without knowing? Then again, Taeyong was suddenly called in, maybe it was the last-minute nature of his job that confused the poor boy. In your distracted state, you plunged the needle into your index finger and winced quietly, bringing the pricked finger into your mouth and tasting that unfamiliar metallic that hit your tongue. You shook your head and mentally scolded yourself for being ignorant.
Your thoughts were put to a halt when the door opened and you looked up. “Welcome home, love,” you put on a tired smile, but when you noticed the exasperated look on Taeyong’s face, you were quick to put down your cloth and needles to walk over to him. He just smiled and nodded towards you while he placed a wooden crate down next to him. “My love, what’s wrong?” You held his face in your hands, but he doesn’t answer, he just pulls you in close and holds onto you tight.
“I need to tell you something important, love,” Taeyong’s voice was shaky.
“You can tell me anything,” you told him. He led you to the couch and sat you down, sitting on the armchair parallel to it.
“Before I met you… there was another person,” he says. He takes a deep breath. “You see, she went missing. We still haven’t found her, I was very close to this… girl. I was her best friend, you see. It’s been three years since then, and my friend just told me that he thinks that he found her.” He says. You nodded while you listened to his story, you couldn’t help but feel like it was somewhat… familiar.
“What was her name?” You asked.
“It doesn’t matter now,” Taeyong says. “She’s been long dead, no choice in giving life to someone who had been gone for years now,” Taeyong dug his hands in his hair. “It’s impossible that he found her.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s dead. I visited her grave,” Taeyong says. You leaned back on the cushions. You wondered why Taeyong never spoke much of his life before meeting you, but now you had a good feeling. Taeyong, you could see it in his eyes, he had a life of troubles, one that he couldn’t run away from, and one you were sure he wouldn’t even try to. You leaned forward and took his hands in yours.
“So what will you do now, my love?”
“I can’t just tell him, (Y/N). He won’t believe me, I’ve tried. I just feel horrible, horrible that there’s nothing I can do,” he says.
“Don’t say that, Taeyong,” you rubbed the backs of his hands with your thumbs. “He, your friend, will just have to learn the hard way. Sometimes, that’s all that it takes,” you told him.
“A harsh awakening, huh?”
“Yeah, there’s nothing more you can do. But be there for him when he does get that harsh tug back into sanity,” you sighed. You hoped that what you were telling him was how you truly felt. “Why don’t you go to him again tomorrow? You shouldn’t leave him alone right now, Taeyong. People who are grieving… their actions can be scary when they have no one to support them, I’m sure you understand,” Taeyong pulled his hands out of your gasp and he rubbed his wrists nervously. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, no, you didn’t, you’re right, as always,” Taeyong spoke quickly. He looked up to you with that same gaze you fell for in the first place, the look that held a love so true, one that wouldn’t waver at adversity. Taeyong was like that he was always more inclined to solve any problems as soon as they arose, he never let them fester, for fear of them growing larger to the point that they overcome him. “Let’s just go to bed, please.”
“Yes, we can do that,” you stood up first and took his hand, helping him up as well. You both walked to your bedroom and while you sat on the mattress, he took his time to get ready.
“(Y/N), my love, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, of course.”
“If I get found out tomorrow.”
“Stop,” you cut him off. “We’ve already had this conversation. I don’t want to talk about it any more than we already have.”
“(Y/N). Will you be fine by yourself?” He continued anyway.
“Of course I will be. And I’ll wait for you, however long it takes,” you answered him. He pulled a nightshirt over his head and turned to you.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” He moves to lay next to you in bed, a look of quiet resolve on his face. “I love you,” he looked at you again.
“I love you too,” again a tired smile was on your face, you laced your hand with his and looked at your interlocked hands on the space between the both of you. “And never doubt it.”
“I wouldn’t even dream of it,” he says tiredly. He squeezes your hand once and closes his eyes. You pressed a small kiss to the top of his hand and fell asleep yourself.
When you awoke again, he was gone. The moon was still in the sky, and the space next to you was cold. Instead, a note lay on his pillow. All it specified was that he was going to take her advice and go back to his friend and tell him the truth. You let out a sigh of relief. You knew Taeyong well enough to know that he would’ve taken action regardless, but you wanted to give him the push anyway, you felt like he needed it. It was still rather late, but the worry for him was what forced you to stay awake. You got up and fell back to your normal routine, watering your plants and cleaning the house. It was all you really could do, anyway. You picked up yet another embroidery project of yours and sat back down next to the radio, listening to the news while you created the shape of a simple carnation on the weathered cloth.
You debated on tuning in to Renjun’s trial, they usually took place this late in the night when they were sudden like his, but you knew well how it would end. And you’d rather save yourself the grief, maybe you and Taeyong would find a time to speak to him again while he was in prison. If they let you in, that is. You could already hear Taeyong’s voice, it was dangerous. You’d both be under suspicion if you visited a scientist in jail, and with the sudden scientist-hunt going on, you needed to be smarter above all.
There is a frantic knocking at your door and you rushed to open it, seeing only a horrific monster in front of you. It grabbed onto your arms and you shrieked, trying to push it off of you, but it continued to claw into your skin and you tried your best to fight it off, but the burning feeling of its fingertips digging into your delicate flesh caused you only to scream louder. Each time you’d grab onto its arm it would just squish under your hands, as if it weren’t solid in the first place, and your hands would coat with red until you let go. You grabbed a pair of knitting needles hanging off the side of the couch and dug it into the monster’s chest, but it didn’t relent, no, it just got more upset. Finally, it pushed you to the ground and wrapped its decaying hands around your throat and while you were gasping for air, a terrifying realization came over you.
The monster above you was none other than yourself. And you screamed even louder.
“(Y/N)!” Taeyong shook you awake. You gasped and pushed him away. “(Y/N), it’s just me, love, it’s just me,” he holds on to your wrists and you take in shallow breaths. “It was just a bad dream, my love,” he says to you in a quiet voice. Your shoulders shook and you held on to him like it was the last thing you’d ever do. He held you tightly while he hummed the same soft lullaby you’d often hear him sing. Your arms burned and your face was wet with tears. You hit your head against his chest while he slowly pulled you both down again. All of the stress of thinking about what happened the day before, it must have gotten to you. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He continued to reassure you and rub circles into your back. “What happened? Do you want to tell me?” You just shook your head and balled up his shirt under your hands, with your heart still racing from the nightmare.
It was just so uncalled for. You didn’t know what could have brought it up, maybe it was the talk in the seamstress’ office that stuck with you, you didn’t know.
“Taeyong.”
“Yes, my love?”
“You should go to him, your friend,” you said in a quiet yet firm voice. “I fear what a scientist is capable of when they are in a state of madness.” Taeyong remained silent. You were telling the truth, science was a magic that none were familiar with that could work wonders that none could ever even dream of, and that wasn’t even the limit of their capabilities. The curious mind was a dangerous one, such you learned in your childhood.
“You’re right,” Taeyong reiterated. You were certain that the two phrases he said the most to you were that and “I love you.” Not that you had a problem with it, but there were times you wondered if it was more than just that, if there was some kind of hidden meaning that you had to decipher for your own. “I should go now.”
“Now? It’s still night,” you looked out the window and saw the stars.
“You don’t know him as well as I do, love. When he’s determined he will stop at nothing until he gets it. It’s dangerous, it could put us at risk,” Taeyong got off of the bed and opened the wardrobe.
“Taeyong,” you sat up in bed and called his name, he turned to you while he adjusted his belt buckle and your breath caught. The two circular scars on his chest, you never questioned it, you figured what was in the past was the past, but after your dream, you were more inclined to ask. “What happened?” Taeyong pulled his shirt on and started buttoning it.
“Lab accident. One of my instruments went haywire, why?” He grabbed one of the ties and moved to the mirror, putting it on himself.
“No reason, I’ve just always wondered,” he looked at your reflection in the mirror before grabbing his briefcase. “Have a safe trip, love.”
“I will… if you see any strangers, avoid them. You’ll never know who’s working with the investigators now,” he says before he put on his suit jacket. Then he left the bedroom. You waited until you heard the front door close before you stood up yourself, your feet dragged against the cold wooden floors, an unwelcome sense of fear bounced off your walls. Surely it was just residual from the nightmare you had, but you suddenly felt unsafe in the place you called home. You walked to the front door and locked it after seeing Taeyong walk down the steps of the hill house, no doubt to find some mode of transportation somewhere. You walked a few paces to the back of the cottage, the bookcase loomed over you with a menacing aura. You ran your hands along the dusty shelf and stopped at what you understood was your husband’s favorite book.
“Frankenstein,” your finger lay on top of it, ready to pull it out. It was a story about a scientist obsessed with creating life, but when he succeeded he saw his creation as a monster. His monster who was entirely sentient, and aside from his appearance, he learned to be very human, in the end, he longed for love, but when the Mad Scientist pulled a trick on him, the monster went insane and killed all of his loved ones. It was a tragedy, from when you last read it. You pulled it out from its case slightly and a soft click was heard. You placed it back down and pushed the shelf aside, revealing the stairwell into the grim laboratory under your home. You descended down the stairs, a chill running down your spine at every step.
The lab was dark, the outlines of Taeyong’s “instruments,” as he put it, settled a strange feeling of suffocation in you. You approached the covered container, afraid of what you will find. You held on to the cloth, ready to pull it off. Taeyong had told you that it was his life’s creation, something that would undoubtedly be what changed the tide of the battle between scientist and naturalist. And you supported him, like you’ve done with all of his things before, you supported him. But, as you were about to pull the cloth off, a loud and resounding knock came from the front door. You rushed out of the lab, taking it as some divine interference that you shouldn’t stick your nose into places that it didn’t belong, and you pushed the bookshelf back to its original place. Again a knock came at your door and you checked your appearance quickly before you came to a stop in front of the frosted glass. You could barely make out the outline of man, his
shoulders were broad and his posture perfect, his silhouette didn’t match anyone that you knew.
“Can I help you, sir?” You didn’t open the door just yet, Taeyong’s warning in your head. Then a voice at the back of your head screamed ‘run.’ You had heard of the naturalist investigators doing surprise raids of people’s homes since more scientists were being turned in, you stepped away from the door.
“Is this the home of Dr. Lee Taeyong?” He asks. Your blood ran cold. Should you lie or should you tell the truth? You were frozen in place. But in using your husband’s correct title surely he knew him well enough, only those Taeyong trusted knew about his status prior to the naturalist uprising. It was a closely guarded secret for reason that he didn’t want to be dragged into a prison for the rest of his life. “Pardon, scientia sit potentia.” You recognized the slogan well, Taeyong had told you years before that if anyone had said it to let them in, they were looking for a place to stay, or more specifically, a place to hide. But the conflicting facts stopped you, it was entirely possible that the NP had caught on to the phrase, understanding that it was a key into any scientist’s home, you were still unsure of what to do.
“He’s not home right now,” you said next.
“That’s fine, he just has something of mine that I need to pick up.” You looked at the crate off to the side.
“What is it? I’ll get it for you.”
“It’s a wooden crate. It should have hardwood inside of it. You opened the top of the crate and, sure enough, that’s what was inside of it. You noted the glint of something shining inside of it, and you knew that whoever was outside of your door was telling the truth now. You closed it and put your hand on the doorknob. Without another thought, for surely if you thought more you’d tell him to leave, you opened the door.
Before you was a stranger, he had to be, you didn’t recognize him at all. But why was it that when you saw him your heart flipped in its chest like you’d loved him an entire lifetime ago? When he saw you his eyes grew wide, a strange mix of shock and disbelief.
“Oh my god,” he whispered. He took a step back to steady himself.
“I’ll get that crate for you, my husband brought it home a few hours earlier.”
“Wait, I… can I come in?” He asks. He looks over his shoulder and you knew that it was probably dangerous for him to just stand outside, the night patrol should be coming around your house soon.
“Uh… sure, yes,” you stepped aside and let him in, against your better judgment. You didn’t know what to prioritize, your husband’s warning or your belief to do right. The last thing you wanted was an arrest to happen on your front lawn, the people in the village would never look at you or your husband the same and… you might need to move again, which was something you’d rather avoid. “Um, would you like tea, Mr…?”
“Jung. Jung Jaehyun,” he introduces himself. “And you are?”
“Lee (Y/N),” you answered. You turned from him and lit a fire in the stove. You filled a kettle with water and placed it on top.
“Lee, huh?” He sighs. “I’m an associate of Taeyong’s, thank you for allowing me into your home, Ms. Lee.”
“Mrs.” You corrected him. You grabbed two cups from the cupboard. “The crate is off to the side here, you can take it and leave. It’s rather heavy so be careful when you do so.” There was no response. “Mr. Jung? Would you like honey or sugar?” You walked into the living room, but he was gone. You then noticed the bookshelf that had been pushed to the side and you were in a state of shock yet again. You ran down the stairs, the entire lab now illuminated, and you saw him standing before the covered container. You ran between him and the container, slowly ushering him back towards the stairs. “Sir, I can explain. This was all here before and my husband and I didn’t want any trouble—”
“Your husband, huh?” Jaehyun’s voice was stable, he wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t accusing, but with each step you took, he took one back. “Taeyong, tsk tsk, he always kept his labs the same no matter where he moved. Always behind a bookshelf, and always dragging this thing around with him,” Jaehyun was more of speaking to himself. He grabbed a file off of the table next to him and flipped through it, chuckling to himself. “But so smart, I’ll give him that, that’s why we were best friends, after all. The Lavenza Project, inspired by his favorite book. Frankenstein, you’re familiar, right? It was your favorite too.”
“How did you…”
“Elizabeth Lavenza was the character who Victor Frankenstein was smitten with, then she met a tragedy,” Jaehyun continues. “Do you know what that means in terms of this?” He held up the file and you shook your head. Before he could reveal it, another’s voice came from upstairs.
“(Y/N)? I’m home. I should’ve suspected that there would be no readily available carriages at this time of night.” Taeyong. Jaehyun looked up and cracked his knuckles. You looked to him and he looked to you. “(Y/N)?” Taeyong’s voice came again. It was only a matter of time now before he noticed the bright lights from his lab.
“Who are you?” You asked Jaehyun.
“You know me, I know you do,” Jaehyun held his hand up, an aged ring on it. “Who are you?” You knew what he was implying, but you didn’t want to acknowledge it.
“You’ve got the wrong girl.”
“No, no I don’t,” he walked forwards now, and you took a step back at each pace until your back pressed up against the covered container. He reached into his pocket and you flinched when he pulled something out of it. “You know me,” he held a small picture frame up and you opened one eye to look at it, but soon you opened both with confusion. This person in the picture, it surely was you, in a big white wedding dress and with the same ring you had on now, but the one next to you wasn’t your husband, no, it was the one who was holding the frame. You took the picture and examined it.
“I don’t know you, I’m sorry,” you insisted, still looking at the picture frame. You scanned the area behind him and saw Taeyong sitting at one of the tables in the back. Then you heard a click resound in the lab. Jaehyun turned around and you saw Taeyong holding a revolver.
“Step away from him, (Y/N),” Taeyong’s voice held a warning tone that you weren’t used to. He noticed the frame in your hands. “Whatever he told you is a lie, you know that.”
“You’ve gone insane, Taeyong,” Jaehyun stepped in front of you now. “The biocomponents, the constant moving, the scarce visits, it all makes sense now. How did you do it?” He looks back at you and then at him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Taeyong looked to you and nudged the revolver towards the cellar door. But you shook your head, you wanted answers too, you wanted to know what was going on. The picture frame in your hand, it spoke a thousand words. Taeyong fired a warning shot on the ground next to Jaehyun and you dropped the frame, the glass shattering across the floor, you quickly picked up the picture and stepped away. It was now you noticed the message in the back.
‘I wish you both happiness in this life and the ones soon to come -Taeyong’
You swallowed down a harsh gulp, trying to put the puzzle pieces together yourself.
“Taeyong, let’s talk about this. FINDR led me here, and Mark confirmed it. What did you do to her?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Taeyong continues, he moves a bullet into place and Jaehyun puts a hand in front of you. You looked at the container behind you, then to Taeyong. “Don’t do it, (Y/N). Step away, this is a conversation between me and Jaehyun.” You grabbed onto the rough material and threw it off. But when you saw the contents under it, you gasped and suddenly grew light-headed, there was no way.
Inside of a glass container lay a woman fast asleep, or at least you’d assume so, she was inside of a liquid you couldn’t name nor understand, but it wasn’t that alone, no, it was the horrific assembly of features sewn onto her to create a crude form of a body, but most notably were the bruises around her neck. But you couldn’t shake off the striking resemblance she had to you. Jaehyun stared at it with fear, he grabbed one of the glass flasks and broke it against the tables.
“You sick monster,” he took large strides towards Taeyong. “Explain this!” He held up a file titled only ‘The Lavenza Project’ and slammed it on the table next to him. “I should’ve known you would do something depraved!” Taeyong took the shot, but not before Jaehyun plunged the broken glass into his shoulder. “You monster!” Taeyong shoved him off and into one of the tables, the sounds of shattering glass filling the room. But you were still staring at the woman inside the tank. Without a doubt, she was you, being kept preserved and having parts replaced occasionally, it was without a doubt a monster— no. The monster had to be the one who was doing this to her. You turned around just in time to see Taeyong fire one more shot, and the number of carcasses in this room rose to two. He pushed the hair out of his face and took deep breaths.
“Taeyong? What is this?” You asked him. He didn’t answer, instead, you felt something pressed up against the back of your head, then you felt nothing at all.
~
The world is beautiful.
That much you understand.
Sitting on this grassy knoll, you took a deep breath of the fresh air around you. You could sit here all day, listening to the beautiful sounds of the nature around you. You held your hand out and a blue butterfly sat upon it. You wondered what they thought of, you wondered if they had worries or if they had pleasures. You were nearly certain that they lived a life of fulfillment, they were content with how things were and would never ask for something more. You smiled softly, a life of nothing but happiness, that was the one you lived now, and you’d never ask for anything more.
“Hello there, beautiful one,” you cooed, watching the butterfly perch itself onto your wedding ring, it was so enchanting, with wings more delicate than anything you’d ever seen but more powerful than any you’d dream of. It had this boundless freedom to move from place to place without a care.
“There you are, love,” you turned around and saw your husband walking towards you. Taeyong sat next to you and drew one knee up while you laid your head on his shoulder.
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someone said here she's going to write more scenarios this year... T.T
Word count// 3,925 words
Pairing// Taemin x you
Summary// You're going on a really short business trip. And Taemin hates it so much, especially after he met your handsome boss a few weeks ago.
Genre// fluffiest fluff
Warnings// if you're reading at night, be careful of white screenshots that may kill your eyesight T.T
little dirty jokes, not much ^.^
MASTERLIST
- Oh, I forgot to tell you something - you suddenly declared, reaching for a glass of water as you ate dinner. It was Friday afternoon, and you came from work about 2 hours ago, then cooked something nice for you both. You didn't really have any plans today, just wanted to relax in each other's company after a long, full of duties week.
- What is this? - Taemin asked, catching a glimpse of you, but then returned his attention to the plate again. He always ate everything you cooked as if he had been starving for at least two days, which never failed to amuse you. Instead of anger, you considered it as a good compliment though.
- I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. Not a delegation, more like a short training - you knew you were practically dropping a bomb right now. You should have told him earlier, but expecting his reaction... you preferred to admit that as late as possible.
Taemin's eyes shot towards you again, this time gazing hard. - Delegation? - he put down his chopsticks, suddenly forgetting about dinner.
- Training. With my co-workers - you shrugged, leaning hard in your chair. It wasn’t that you were afraid of something, but knew Taemin wouldn’t leave this information with a simple “okay, have a good time”. - Well, you know, from time to time they want to increase our competencies and motivation in the office, so they send us on such trips - you explained carefully. - Two days. I'll be back on Sunday - you assured him with a soft smile.
- Two days? - he groaned quietly, frowning. You could easily see how his mood changed in a second. - Can't you say you're busy? I wanted to take you on a date tomorrow…
- It's mandatory, Taeminnie - you shrugged, biting your lip. - I'll go quickly and come back quickly, you'll see. You won't even notice I'm gone - you added in hope it would cheer him up at least just a little. But who were you trying to fool?
- Sure - Taem muttered sadly, looking down for a moment. - Since you're going for two days, where will you sleep? - the next question was asked so quickly.
- In the hotel, I actually need to drive… - you scratched your nape, deep in thought. - Like… 70 kilometers there? They rent a conference room for us, then we’ll have a campfire - you started to eat again.
- Need me to drive you maybe? - his eyes suddenly shone, as he straightened up with this idea.
- Um… - you frowned and reached for his arm to caress it. - Thank you, Taeminnie, but i’ll be fine - you noticed as his shoulders fell down again.
Taemin didn't look overly convinced. In fact, you could see his mood turn sour even more. His tone of voice wasn't even accusatory, just blindsided. That's why you pretended that you forgot about that trip, otherwise Tae would have been walking around and sulking so much for a whole month.
- Will your boss be there too? - you choked slightly on the piece of meat, immediately reaching for a glass of water again. Tae wanted to get up, but you quickly showed him with your hand that everything was fine.
- What type of question is this? - you asked indignantly as soon as you regained your breath. - Yes, he works with me, so he'll be there. It's normal.
- I wish he weren't there - he hissed through clenched teeth. - Not only do you work for so long, you see him five times a week, but now you go on a business trip with him. You see your boss more than your fiancé, really - Taem whined so miserably, digging into his food.
- Taeminnie, it's only one weekend - you said, trying to comfort him somehow. - And when I come, you'll take me on a date, okay? Or maybe we'll go somewhere next weekend? Hm? You’ll plan something great, I'm sure… - you praised him, but it didn’t seem to work.
Taemin only nodded absent-mindedly. - But... it’s not like you’re going to be in the same hotel room, right? - he still enquired, which started to tire you out.
- Of course not, baby - you rolled your eyes. - If someone is going to be in my room, it’ll be a female friend, I promise. Now please eat, I took my time to make a meal for us - you empathized, wanting to end this interrogation for good.
All you could hear was a loud sigh. Was Taemin really 25 years old and not 10?
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It was supposed to be a quick packing before watching a movie in a soft, comfortable bed, but Taemin had other plans.
His watchful eyes carefully followed every single thing put into the bag for a few minutes now, fortunately in full silence.
By the time.
- Why are you packing such pretty pajamas? - he suddenly pointed out, furrowing his brows.
You glanced at the pink pajamas in your hands. Just a t-shirt and shorts, nothing special. Girly thing to wear at night.
- Normal pajamas, what do you want? - you were similarly outraged.
- Will anyone be there to watch you? You don't sleep in these usually - Taem muttered, getting up and going to the dressing room.
- Well, I usually sleep in your clothes… - you answered under your breath, following him to grab your underwear this time.
- This will be better - he handed out to you his T-shirt and sweatpants. They were equally casual clothes for sleeping, just... a bit embarrassing if any of your co-workers was going to see you. It was immediately obvious that you had stolen it from a man’s wardrobe.
- No thanks, I prefer my own - you decided, pulling out your panties.
- Why do you choose such nice underwear? - he asked again, his voice higher than usual.
- Taemin, gosh, I took the first one from the drawer, calm down - you said, already slightly irritated, taking a deep breath when he started looking for something in your panties.
- Take these - he handed you what was probably the most worn out pair.
- Oh, I didn’t notice it, I thought I threw them all away after I bought new ones - you raised your brow, taking them from his hand but only to throw them into the trash. - So, should I just sleep without any, since there’s a problem with my underwear? - you asked, now teasing him.
- What? Of course not, wait… a moment… - he sounded puzzled, and you heard him rummage around again, finally coming up with black, most basic underwear.
- So these panties are approved by Lee Taemin for me to wear on my butt? - you almost chucked, throwing them into your bag. - Okay... I guess that’s all...? - you asked yourself, but then a dirty idea came to your mind. Not joking around with him in this situation was simply a crime. - Oh, no, I forgot… - you turned your attention to him, one hundred percent serious. - Can you lend me some condoms? You know, not all men remember them like you do... - you smiled sweetly.
The way Taemin widened his eyes, looking like he saw a ghost for a split second and his jaw just dropped was worth anything in the world. Unfortunately, he quickly snorted under his breath, sending you a murderous look. - Very funny, tearing off my sides - Taem hissed, and climbed onto the bed again.
- Well, I should protect myself, right? - you bit the tip of your tongue, obviously satisfied with your teasing. As a result, a pillow flew towards you, which you didn’t manage to catch.
- I'll get you sick leave soon and you won't go anywhere - he moaned like an offended little boy.
- I don't understand why you're so nervous, tiger - this time you blew him a kiss. - This is integration training and you're acting like I'm going... to cheat on you - you zipped your bag, shrugging your shoulders.
- I would be calmer if there wasn't a person named Choi Minho - he grumbled, his eyes following you.
- He's my boss, he must be there - you put your bag on the floor and with a wide smile you climbed onto the bed, sitting on his lap. Taemin immediately wrapped his arms around your waist. - And I have a lot of competition there, you don't even know how many of my co-workers chirp - you clasped your hands and placed them next to your cheek. - "Minho-ssi, you're so smart, I couldn't do it without you" - you moved them to the other side. “Minho-ssi, why don't you have lunch with me, you must be hungry” - you added, rolling your eyes.
- Competition? - he seemed even more worried. - So you're trying too? - his eyes, so big and brown, stared at you innocently.
- No, Tae, could you not trip me up on my words? I don't understand why you've been so mad at him since he came here... Are you angry that he came over for a moment? It won't happen again, if that's a problem for you - you swore to him with complete sincerity.
- I'm not angry - he swallowed, looking down for a moment. - He's just... he's handsome... and manly... and he's your boss... and he's well-built - he started listing. - So... I'm not surprised if you liked him more than me…
- But you're the one complimenting him - you replied, unimpressed. - Yes, a lot of people look after him, but I already have a fiancé - you hugged him tightly. - Even more handsome... and manly... and he's not just the boss, because he's the co-owner of the studio, and he's well-built too... - you pulled away slightly to lift his shirt and show his tummy. - Definitely well-built - you said flirtatiously, giving him a wink.
Taemin laughed, clearly embarrassed, and slipped the material from your hand, covering himself. - You think so? - he asked quietly, looking into your eyes.
This was one of the moments where you knew there’s no space for teasing anymore. - I know that - you answered, placing a sweet, short kiss on his lips. - I'll be a good fiancée, I promise - you smiled broadly, stroking his hair.
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- Oh, did you put in the ring? - Taemin asked out of the blue in the middle of saying goodbye, lifting your hand. Of course, he asked about the engagement ring, which was so damn expensive that you were afraid to walk around with for fear of losing it. Or that someone will cut off your hand along with that. What a great choice.
- Yes, I did - you let out a loud sigh. - Anyone from two meters will see that I'm already taken - you grumbled, staring at him as he was kissing your ring.
- Are you sure you don't want that hickey? - he asked bluntly, staring carefully at your face again.
- Taemin, this isn't elementary school, I'll burn with embarrassment - you answered, removing your hand from his grip.
- Maybe a small one, behind the ear? -Taem asked again, completely undaunted by your reaction. It was like he already sank into his own world, in which any man passing you on the street could be the one snatching you from him.
- This one is doing quite well - you lifted your shirt, showing him the hickey he gave you yesterday on your lower stomach - I don't know who is going to see it, but let it be - you crouched down to put on your shoes.
- It's just in case... in case you forgot... that you have a fiancé - he muttered, and you shook your head. So ridiculous, but you didn’t even have time to discuss it with him.
- Everyone knows you are my fiancé. And now I really have to go - you said, straightening up and trying to take your things. - So… see you tomorrow, right?
- Wait, no goodbye kiss for me? - he grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a kiss. He was far from sweet and innocent, his lips immediately dominated you, leaving you completely breathless. Soon you were pinned against the wall, fully absorbed into passionate brushing your lips against his. And when he made sure they could kiss only him, he decided to take his time on marking you again.
- I… Taemin… - you tried to say as he was holding your cheek and giving you multiple smooches here and there. - You’re… ruining… my makeup… - you whined, trying to push him from you a little. Like yesterday's intense lovemaking wasn’t enough.
Taem didn’t look concerned by that, his lips continuously pressing to your forehead, nose, cheeks and chin until he finally decided to back away.
You couldn’t help, but immediately glanced over at yourself in the mirror and pursed your lips into straight line as you noticed red patches everywhere on your face due to overflowing affection from your fiancé.
- Baby, drive carefully, okay? And send me a message when you arrive - he asked lovingly, letting you go with visible dissatisfaction.
- Don’t worry, I'll write to you - you assured in a low voice, taking your things and trying to leave the apartment. You really needed to hurry up to be on time.
- Y/n? - he asked again when you were about to close the door. You run your fingers across your eyelids in slight annoyance. Sometimes you really had to have the patience of a saint for Taem and his lovey-dovey nature.
- Yes, Taeminnie? - you replied as calmly as possible, opening them again. Taemin suddenly looked down. It looked like he was thinking intensively for a second before his dark, puppy eyes met with yours again.
- I love you - he said with a bit of uncertainty, biting his lip. - And… I'll be waiting for you here, okay? - Tae added with a little pout. You felt your heart melted hearing that. You just couldn’t be mad at him, when he acted so adorably and… was just in love with all his heart and soul.
- I know, Tae - you smiled warmly. - I love you too. Very, very much - you whispered enough for him to hear. You could see as he smiled so brightly at those words, before you left for good.
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Your training just couldn't be uninterrupted, and you had felt your phone vibrate in your pocket again and again for the last twenty minutes. At first you really tried to ignore it, but soon your thoughts took a different direction as more messages were delivered.
Did something happened?
Nobody sends so many texts at once...
You tried to discreetly look around, sensing if a lack of focus for a moment would be noticed. Fortunately, it seemed like nobody paid attention to you, so finally you decided to take out the phone under the table.
And mentally rolled your eyes.
This time you looked up from your phone and flinched slightly when you saw Minho's sharp gaze as he was sitting across from you. He didn't have to say or show anything, you could immediately sense that you were already in trouble.
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- I thought you were going to the studio today - it was the first thing you said, when Taemin answered the phone. He didn’t need more than 3 seconds, to be exact.
- I was in the studio! - he said indignantly.
- When, since you wrote every half an hour? - you made fun of him a little, trying to get comfortable on the pillow. One thing you had to admit, Taemin probably spoiled you too much with the mattress in your bedroom, bought because it was especially for desk workers and all the soft pillows.
- I wrote when I had a break, I don’t dance all the time - he groaned quietly. - What I was supposed to do, I’ve done. Are you going to sleep? - he immediately changed the tone of his voice. - How was it anyway? - Tae got so much quieter and calmer, as he sensed you were preparing for sleep.
- Sitting and listening - you muttered, sighing. - It's not the most entertaining thing in the world, at least on the weekend…
- See, if you just stayed with me...
- Ah, how many times do I have to tell you that it's beyond my control? - you raised your voice a little, already so irritated by his words. - Do you think I want to sit here? - you asked, maybe a little too sharp, then let out a deep breath. - I want to go on a date too... - you admitted quietly, your fingers nibbling on the sheets.
Taemin stayed quiet for a moment before you heard his warm, beaming laugh. - Arasso, arasso - he replied in a warbling tone. - I promise I'll make it up to you, right? As soon as you arrive, okay? Don't be mad... don't be mad... - he purred, while making kissing sounds through the phone that you couldn't help but giggle at. - Better? - he asked and you bit your lip slightly.
- It would be better to feel it - it was already a whisper, since things like that were difficult for you to confess. And Taem knew about it. Still, he seemed a little surprised as he made a little longer pauses before he said anything.
- Tomorrow you’ll get as much as you need, baby - Tae assured lovingly. - I promise, I can kiss you all day, and all night, if you want.
- I’m sure you aren’t lying - you answered, already imagining it. Somehow, you started to feel how the other half of the bed was empty, left only for you.
- I won’t torment you more today - he chuckled gently. - You probably really want to sleep, and I'm just a sticker, so… sleep well - you could hear the sincerity in his tender voice. - You worked hard today, and I’m really proud of you. Like, when did my girl grow up so much? - Taem sighed happily, which gave your tummy a funny feeling. You settled yourself more in the pillow, biting your lip.
- Taem? - you said hesitantly, despite you were repeating it for almost 10 years now.
- Yes, baby?
This time you took a slight pause before speaking again. - I love you - you admitted affectionately, which made him giggle.
- I’m all red now because of you - he whined, but still so amused. - How am I going to sleep now? I think I may love you too - Tae joked, and you rolled your eyes.
- May love? You’ll regret it as soon as I arrive - you snorted under your breath. - Goodnight, Taem.
- Goodnight, my princess. Dream only about me - he answered, but didn’t disconnect. You stayed in the silence for a few seconds more, just listening to his slow, calm breaths before you ended the call with slight regret.
You turned off the bedside light and made yourself comfortable on the pillow before closing your eyes.
But immediately you corrected yourself again. This bed really wasn't cosy. And that pillow… was so thin. You reached for the other one and tried to position your head better.
This bedding, so scratchy. It was already getting hot, even though you had only been under her for a few minutes.
Taemin always asked if you wanted to turn the sheets over when he felt it might be too hot for you. But now you had to do it yourself.
Cooler. And still scratchy. And so quiet.
It should be fine, you were fed up with all the blabbering for all day, along with Taemin, who was behaving like a preschooler whose favorite toy had been stolen.
You laid there for a good hour, with all sorts of thoughts running through your head… Until you finally realized why you couldn't fall asleep.
It wasn't the wrong sheets or the uncomfortable bed, it bothered you… that no one bothered you. There was no weird man who, as soon as you got into bed, hugged your back tightly and never let go, there was no talking about total nonsense before going to sleep, and there was no his yawning and calm breathing.
You opened your eyes, wondering what to do. Taemin was probably just talking nonsense about how he couldn't fall asleep without you, and now he was probably hugging his pillow, long since drifting off to dreamland.
The strong light from your phone illuminated your face, making you moan softly before you dimmed it. You bit your lip lightly as you wrote another message. Just to make sure you were right.
You weren't right. Taem answered it in like 2 seconds, just like your call before.
This was just pointless. You locked your phone and thought about what you were about to do for a little more before turning the light. Then, you quickly left the bed and began to pack your things.
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You sighed deeply, finally entering code to your apartment. All the driving in the night made you even more tired and sleepy, so you just dreamed about lying in bed. You turned on the light in the corridor, and your eyes immediately saw Taemin with ruffled hair, looking so surprised. His eyes weren’t sleepy though.
- Are you back? Did you miss me? - he asked, suddenly bright-eyed and bushy tailed.
You decided to take off your shoes, turning your back to him. Seeing him made you feel embarrassed. You simply couldn’t admit you actually felt the same.
- I was cold under the covers - you replied quietly without much emotion. You heard Taemin chuckle at your words before his hands wrapped around your body, lifting you up. You didn't resist him, immediately hugging him so it was easier to carry you to bed.
- I couldn't sleep without you either - he purred smugly, carrying you to the bedroom. Taem helped you undress and soon you were lying on the familiar sheets, with him snuggling into your right side as close as possible. But this wasn’t what you needed today. So, without a word, you turned your back to him.
- Why? - he whined outraged, lifting up a little.
- Shhh, let me sleep - you reprimanded him, taking his hand and pulling it. You intertwined fingers with him and put it next to your cheek, as Taemin finally hugged you with a giggle.
- Oh, you must be missing me a lot, baby - he said, kissing your nape. Fortunately, he was probably so tired that it was the last thing said that night.
You smiled softly, closing your eyes.
Better.
Much better.
And of course, you missed him a lot.
Firstly i wanted to say big thank you for everybodyone who read my previous scenario and liked it!
Actually i have so much things in mind, and i'm planning to make some kind of story <3 still it's so much work haha
This scenario was inspired by Taemin's sweet instalives, hope you'll enjoy it!
Word count// 1,008 words
Pairing// Taemin x you
Summary// Little sweet talk before sleep... or maybe something else :D
Genre// fluff + mild naughty talk
Warnings// none
MASTERLIST
- Ah, when will you be done? - Taemin groaned again in past twenty minutes, sitting in bed under the covers and staring at you constantly.
- Give me one moment more, please - you replied, slightly annoyed by his questions, and reached for another cream. You were sitting at your desk with your legs crossed and just have been doing your evening routine. The day was quite busy today, you had a test and a few classes, so it was relaxing to have some time to yourself.
Taem, however, was so impatient today. All the time he patted the spot next to him on the bed or pushed back the covers saying it's time for you to lay down. Yes, his arms were also a comfortable place to rest, but you needed soothing atmosphere filled with taking care of your body.
- Baby, you don't have to put on so many creams, you're already beautiful - Tae complimented you sweetly. You snorted under your breath at his words and glanced at him. Taem blew you a kiss and smiled widely.
- I'm beautiful because I put cream on myself, baby - you answered as lovingly yet artificially, looking back at the mirror. - Besides, you could take care of yourself too, if you're so bored…
- I already applied my cream - he said happily. - I smeared it on my face and… look, even my elbows are soft and moisturized! - he pulled up the sleeve of his Kuromi pajamas.
You blinked a few times as Tae showed you his elbow. Sometimes Taemin really said weird things and acted… at least unusual.
- I'm impressed, really...- you replied after a moment's thought, suppressing a chuckle. - Do you need some kind of reward for this?
- A kiss. I like kisses as rewards - he murmured, completely missing your sarcasm. His eyes went to the button as he started playing with it. In moments like these he definitely didn't look nineteen, with his cute expression and just being in his affectionate and clingy nature.
- You're too spoiled, definitely - you put eye pads and crawled over him to your side of the bed, pecking his lips lightly in the process. He was actually right, even those were moistured with strawberry lip balm.
- And that's not going to change because I like being your spoiled baby - he said with satisfaction, adjusting his pillow and laying down next to you. - What is it? - he asked, running his finger under your eyes.
- Eye pads. I'll take them off in a moment, you couldn't wait - you rolled your eyes, sighing heavily.
- Of course i couldn't wait to hug you - Taem smiled playfully and got a little bit closer. You just stared at each other faces in complete silence for a long moment. Even though you were further than usual, you could still feel the radiant warmth of his body, as well as the incredibly strong love written in his eyes as he carefully traced every inch of your face.
It was a few weeks now since you moved out from your parent's house. Everything still seemed so weird and kinda clumsy, because there wasn't anybody who would say what should be done in home. Of course you knew how to do household duties, but Taemin was much more laid back about it. He often said you shouldn't be so stressed about little mess or preparing meals, but you just wanted this place to be as comfortable as possible. Because it was your and Taemin's home.
You frowned slightly and leaned closer to his face. You reached for his chin, making him show you the right side of his nose. For a few days now, you have noticed a strange dot in this place, which finally today took on the right colors and showed its appearance. But it was still barely visible.
- I was wondering what is it, and you're just getting a mole here - you said thoughtfully. - You didn't have it before…
Taemin grinned, obviously pleased with your little discovery. - It's especially for you... Of course, besides it makes me even more handsome - he said amused, reaching for your hand.
You watched carefully as he gently flexed your fingers, leaving only your index finger.
- If you press here… - he put your fingertip to his new mole. - I love you - he tensed the body slightly, saying it in a changed voice.
You laughed out loud. - You're an idiot, I swear - you snorted and he undaunted pressed your finger to his nose again.
- I love you - he said again, this time looking deep into your eyes. - You can press whenever you need it - he murmured, kissing your fingers affectionately. Even though you had been together for over three years, all his gestures were still so tender and filled with undying emotion.
However, you bit your lip lightly, carefully reaching out your hand from Taem’s grip.
- What if I press here? - you asked with giggle, reaching quickly under the covers and squeezing his crotch lightly. Taemin widened his eyes in surprise, even moving his hips back slightly at your gesture. Well, sometimes your playful side would start when he didn’t expected it at all.
- Hey, I'm all romantic here, and you only think about one thing! - he said indignantly, but it caused him to let out a soft laugh. You knew it was just a cover and Tae loved being sweet and innocent as much as a little bit naughty.
- It's not true - you whined loudly and quickly sat on your boyfriend’s hips. - I'm currently thinking of pressing more points on your body than just one - you added excitedly. - And the first one is here - You touched his lips with fingertips.
- Can I say something anyway? - he asked quietly, visibly stifling his giggle.
- Aish, let it be. Quickly - you rolled your eyes, taking your fingers slightly away.
- You look so weird with those eyepads, I won't be able to focus - he said completely seriously just to burst out in laugh, to which you started to hit his arms in annoyance. Sweet talk switched to lighthearted wrestling match just in few seconds, but it was so you and Taem.
Yeah, as always - i finished my latest idea, not what's waiting in the line XD so today husband&dad taemin is attacking again with his cuteness 💞 what a miserable dad, what would he do if he was a father of two? *runs away laughing *
btw. this airport look is e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
Word count// 1,435 words
Pairing// Taemin x you
Summary// Taemin after a month's break is going back to work, clearly pissed off he needs to go abroad for one day. Saying goodbye to you and his daughter is just endless as he can't be apart from the family even for a second.
Genre// fluffiest fluff
Warnings// if you're allergic to cuteness, don't read
MASTERLIST
- Aish, why does this performance have to be in Japan? - Taemin whined again, crouching down to put on his shoes. He was like this all yesterday, and then today, almost making a scene while packing his things and documents.
You giggled under your nose for the hundredth time in the last hour and glanced at little Taerinnie in your arms. When she was born, Taem took a really long break from his work as a dancer to focus on helping you to take care of the baby. You both could afford it and you were extremely thankful to him, as being a mom, especially in the first days, was really stressful. Eventually, he needed to come back to work, but what caused his dissatisfaction from the very first week was this trip to Osaka. That meant he had to be away from home just for that one night, but it already seemed like the end of the world to Tae.
- Because Baekhyun is performing in Japan, duh - you mocked him a little, observing carefully what he has chosen to wear. - Everything will be fine, you need rest from us too - you assured your husband, trying somehow to calm him down.
- How can I rest from my family? - he asked, even more outraged by your words. - I need to be by your side all the time, what if something happens and i won’t be around you? - Taem stood up, running a hand through his long, brown hair. Every hairstyle looked good on him, but there was something special in these messy strands which curled up in the ends.
- I’m sure there won’t be this kind of situation - you said with certainty. - It’s just one night. We’ll be fine, for sure - you switched your attention towards Taerin again. She calmly wandered with her curious eyes over everything possible, while moving her little hands. This little cutie patootie looked surprised by everyone and everything, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. Taerinnie was already a month old, but she still seemed so small and vulnerable, making you feel touched every time you held her.
- Don't look at other men, okay? - he admonished you seriously, taking a few steps towards you.
You groaned softly, frowning. - Ah, how can I look at other men while wearing tracksuits and sitting at home? - you asked indignantly, and Taemin chuckled, clearly amused by that. - Have you seen yourself? - you reached your hand to his brown, oversized jacket, sighing desperately. Saying he got more handsome every year was surely an understatement.
He just looked extremely good today, too good for your poor being and hormones which were slowly starting to regulate, allowing you to notice a little more than just Taerinnie. - I should be the one telling you not to look at anyone else, although... it makes no sense, someone will pick on you anyway, because you look so handsome - you muttered resignedly, letting these naughty thoughts out.
Your compliment clearly pleased Taemin, who stared at you lovingly.
- My darling, somehow... I have to adjust to my beautiful wife. Look how much i had to do, only to match this pretty baby - he said with full conviction, and you snorted quietly. He said it on purpose, but you couldn't help feeling your heart beating faster while hearing those words.
- You should leave now, or you’ll be late - you reminded Tae, but your hand was still on his chest, not wanting to let go of him. This charming bare face, messy hair, simple but perfectly fitted outfit were affecting you so much today.
Taemin leaned down towards Taerin gently, causing her eyes to move to his face. His hand began to gently stroke her little head while the finger of his other hand slipped into her fist. - Be good for mommy, yeah? Don't cry too much at night, because mommy needs to sleep… Aigo, aigo… - he pouted a little, when Taerin’s pacifier slid out from her dad-alike lips. It was corrected as quickly by him - Dad will come soon, I promise. And he will buy you something nice - he assured in a lovely voice, finally pressing his full lips on her forehead. For a few more seconds Tae stared at her with a tender smile, as if he wanted to remember this sight with all his might.
After a moment did he look at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to crush Taerinnie in your arms, but to hug you both.
- Any special requests, my princess? - he asked just as tenderly, caressing your side. Taemin always made sure you feel loved, especially when his attention was now divided to two girls in the home. You allowed yourself to think about it for a while, but finally shook your head. There was simply nothing in your mind to ask for.
- Nothing? Then I'll think of something myself - he chuckled, leaning slightly to your ear. - Will some cute thongs for this equally cute baby be okay? - he asked in a playful voice, his warm breath enfolding your ear.
- Tae - you punched his arm lightly, embarrassed by this proposition. You could be sure now Taem will come back with some piece of pink lingerie, already prepared for the time you two could have sex again.
- I'm going to miss my girls really badly - he said more quietly and seriously, kissing your forehead. - I'm going to miss my beautiful wife and my adorable daughter so, so much - you felt his thumb lightly stroke your side.
- We'll miss you too - you admitted with a smile, your faces only centimeters apart. Taemin moved even closer, connecting your lips in a delicate kiss. At first it was just an innocent brush of lips, but you held his neck with your hand, deepening the kiss and allowing yourself this moment of complete oblivion, closing your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as Taem willingly allowed you to do this, giving himself completely to you. You pulled away from each other with slightly deepened breaths, your cheeks slightly flushed as a wave of shyness suddenly flooded your mind.
Your hand carefully slid down, releasing him. It should be nothing special, after all, you've been kissing like this for many years. However, your daughter's presence made love, true, sincere love, completely outweigh any lust.
- Sorry, we shouldn't... - you glanced at Taerinnie, blushing. You were suddenly embarrassed that you had allowed yourself to feel what you felt for Tae in this short moment, waking up woman in mommy state.
- We should - he replied almost immediately, reaching for your chin and making you look into his dark eyes. - I'm not talking about having sex in front of her, but... why should we be ashamed of the fact that we love each other? If we weren't a great couple, she wouldn't be here at all - he gave you his most charming smile and pecked your lips once again. - I'll see you tomorrow - Taem said in a low voice, kissing the top of your head and sighing softly. His hand reached quickly for the handle of his suitcase.
It wasn’t that your husband was in a hurry to finally feel freedom. Instead, you could notice how he tried not to look at you both anymore in case he couldn’t leave for work at all. Taemin was so cuddly and absorbed in being a man in the house that parting with you was almost unable to bear.
You hesitated a little as he pressed the doorknob. Something… was missing there. You haven’t said what should be said.
-Taem? - you asked, approaching him once again.
Tae only had time to glance at you and smile before you reached for the nape of his neck once more and connected your lips briefly, but definitely not innocently.
- All mine - you said quietly, running your hand down his torso and pulling away to let him finally leave.
- All yours - he replied with a sparkle in his eye and a wide smile, before he closed the door.
You sighed loudly, biting your lip. Being alone for the first time with this little sunshine was actually quite stressful, but you wouldn’t admit that to Taemin on no account.
- So, are we left alone for a girls' night? - you said to Taerinnie as you went to lay her in her crib again.
Em, first thing - i don't know what i just wrote. It's definitely sth different ^^
Second thing - all inspired just from this photo, actually fiancé Taemin is supposed (you can imagine him as you want ofc) to look like in 2017-2018, but gosh this gaze??
Third thing - if some of you are waiting for smut from me, not worthy at all XD
Word count// 974 words (such a shortie)
Pairing// Taemin x you
Summary// Taemin just after your wedding turns out to be a well-hidden psychopath who wants to have you all for himself. But not in real life.
Genre// fluff (?)
Warnings// um, handcuffing, dominance
MASTERLIST
It was supposed to be the most pleasant morning in your life.
The first morning no longer as a fiancée, but as a wife.
Lee Taemin's wife.
It sounded so... unreal. After all those long years, so satisfying and exciting.
You slowly opened your eyes, expecting either a kiss on your forehead and him asking with a hoarse voice if his love was up already, or his handsome face, still deep in sleep.
But you definitely didn't expect this.
- Eh? - you glanced at your hands, placed unnaturally upwards. Were those... handcuffs? Strapped to the bed...? What...?
With an uncomprehending look, you tried to move your legs, but they turned out to be tied too, preventing you from moving.
What the actual hell...?
Your breath suddenly deepened, trying to remember last evening while staring at the bed in nerves. Did somebody kidnap you? Or dropped something in your drink?
Finally, your attention turned to the man who was sitting across from you.
Taemin, your husband, just sat in a huge armchair, his hands behind his neck, with a face deep in thought.
His eyes, now sharp and piercing, were so different from the warm and loving ones you saw every day.
He didn't speak. Not a word. He just stared. Like a complete stranger.
- Taemin, what is this? - you said with slight panic, tugging on the cold metal once more. - Why are you sitting there? Free me... Is this some kind of joke? Very funny - you rolled your eyes, as usual, unable to understand his rather specific humor.
But he didn't smile. His face didn't move even an inch.
- Taemin-ah - you raised your voice, trying to correct your position a little. Unfortunately, those handcuffs didn't give you a chance to do that, moreover you could feel how they encroached your wrists causing slight pain.
- I wonder what to do with you, wifey - his deep voice finally cut the air, while his dark eyes moved over your body. This lack of any emotion slowly felt terrifying.
- What a stupid question, take it off from me - you said impatiently, struggling even more. - Okay, we had a laugh, but I feel like peeing... - you groaned, hoping that this would end this stupid joke. Taem never was the best when it came to spice things up, but that wasn’t even entertaining.
- You're my wife now, so… - he finally changed position, resting his elbows on his tights. You search for any signs of amusement in this gaze, but without any success. - I think it's impossible, when you’re talking to me like that.
- What is impossible? - you furrowed your eyebrows, disbelieving what you saw and heard. Cold shiver just came along your spine. - Taemin, I need to use the bathroom - you empathized, wanting this strange roleplaying to end.
- I'll consider it if you ask nicely - he replied, showing his extraordinary satisfaction with what he said.
Finally he smiled, but it wasn’t so bright anymore. He clearly derived pleasure putting you in this state, all vulnerable and not able to do anything without his help.
- My wife will ask me for everything now. And if you disobey... you'll spend a lot of time in this position - he shrugged as if it was completely normal.
Silence.
There was a long silence in which you wondered if he couldn’t notice you didn’t enjoy it or it was all… serious. You slowly raised your eyes to him again. The air in the room was suddenly suffocating.
Did you... just marry a psychopath? But... Taemin was never like this. He was always... okay, he was always jealous. Maybe a little restrictive. Could he hide for half of his life just to…
- You're mine. Completely mine. Isn't it wonderful? No way out here... - his happy voice melted somewhere in your head, while he stood up, coming to you.
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- Wake up, sleeping princess - you heard his lovely voice, while he kissed your cheek like every morning. You groaned loudly in your pillow, wanting to prolong this sleepy state, especially when it was your free day.
But then you opened your eyes widely and suddenly raised to a sitting position, causing Taem to almost fell off from the bed. You carefully stared at everything near you, searching for things you saw in your dream.
- I know you don’t like waking up, but this was… extraordinary - Tae laughed, sitting again on the bed in a safe place. - You could just say you want 5 minutes more - he pouted a little, reaching to the bedside table for a large mug, probably with coffee.
But you stared at Tae with a lot of caution, even as he tried to hand it to you.
- Something's wrong? - he tilted his head, frowning.
- I... I had a strange dream, you know? - you ruffled your messy hair even more. - I kind of… woke up and… - you bit your lip before saying it out loud. - You were a… psychopath… I… guess…
- Me? Psychopath? - Taemin giggled, leaning on his hand. His eyes were so attentive, like you just said the funniest joke in your life. - What, have I tried to eat you?
- Eat me? - now you tilted your head, not understanding anything.
- Well, if I had to do something to you, I'd probably eat you. You're so adorable sometimes - he laughed even harder, leaning to you and biting the tip of your nose delicately. - But... I would be sad then, who would kiss me? - he asked more to himself, puffing his cheeks.
You chuckled to yourself, staring at him. Taemin definitely couldn't be a psychopath, he was too cuddly for that.
