#taem.ories

[heavenleetaemin]

-huggles- I hope that weird anon stops harassing you. Just know the rest of us don't think about doing/saying those things to you.

Honestly—? I liked reading this ask. I stared at it for a long while. 

It was literally perfect, y’know? Thank you, is what I want to say and I want you to know that I appreciate this from the bottom of my heart. You are the absolute best, Anon. Perfect, even. 

I love you lots and lots. [ `Clings forever and ever because you made me smile a whole lot.]

[heavenleetaemin]

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» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours

One day hyung and I are going to go to a strip club and we’re going to help the hookers find their parents because those girls [and boys] are a little lost and they need our help.

[heavenleetaemin]

Snow

Snow: Our characters in the cold together

"Hyung… Hyung are you judging me?" Taemin murmured in amusement, hands pressed lightly into the pockets of his thin sweater. Where Taemin donned irrevocably willowy clothing, the elder was thickly sporting a heavy winter jacket, fleece hat, wool scarf, layered jeans, boots and a cute pair of mittens in contrast. Chen was staring at the younger almost disgruntled at how much at ease, Taemin seemed in the cold weather.

Ten degrees below freezing, and the pair seemed to differ greatly. Even under the thick layers, Jongdae was still on the verge of shivering, scowling at Taemin who radiated warmth, “What the hell are you?” The elder huffed, shoving his covered hands into his pockets. “I know I didn’t believe you when you said you were leaving the dorms like that but— god, aren’t you cold?”

"I’m not cold," he reassured, flashing the shorter a bright, pearly smile. "But— oh, your cheeks seem to be turning blue… Your lips are also frozen, wow."

Narrowing his eyes, Jongdae puffed his cheeks in exasperation; a habit he’d unknowingly touched upon due to the Angel who’d stuck around him more than often. “You still— you still haven’t answered me.” He reminded briskly, refusing to let his lips twitch into a smile; he’d inevitably found out after a while that, around Taemin, smiles just tended to appear on their own accord.

"An Angel." Taemin laughed, though completely serious on some level. "I’m hyung’s little Angel, and I’m always so warm when I think about him."

"You’re such a baby."

"You’re getting colder, Mr. Scrooge."

"Taemin I—"

Reaching forward, the Angel pressed his palm onto the other’s cheek gently, brushing his thumb over the skin; a flush of warmth passed through him and onto the elder naturally— and though it was an irrational occasion, not humanely possible, somehow it felt otherwise.

Maybe it was the much needed warmth that had the other unquestioning.

Even such, neither of them complained; Taemin liked making the elder happy and Chen— well he was quite enjoying the heat of the touch; a final drastic difference from the cool weather. “You’re so weird.”

"It’s a gift."

[heavenleetaemin]

Death.

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

Have you ever felt an imbalance in the world? One in which was unexplainable on such a level that it literally served to thrust a volcanic eruption of emotions onto your very being in an overwhelming sense of triggered sentiment?

The Angel felt awful, really.

As if one of the souls that lived in his body was jerked out forcefully, painfully even, leaving him to wallow in the hurt.

Gods, it hurt.

Teeth gritted, palms sweaty, hands clenched in his pockets, the Angel found himself wandering aimlessly through the dreary streets of Hongdae. It was generically dark— skies grey, the sun scarily out of sight, and if one were dangerously sensitive, they would feel thin droplets of rain pressing against their skin. His heart felt heavy— he was completely at unease.

And then, his phone buzzed, a text message from an unfamiliar number. Swiping the screen, Taemin unlocked the device to read the text, unknowingly gnawing at the inside of his cheek. Suddenly, the teeth ripped through the flesh, and the metallic taste of blood flooded into his senses:

[✉️ Message received 5:16 PM— Unknown Number] Kibum is dead. I’m sorry for your loss— please join us for the funeral in exactly one week.

Something about the text caused the stinging tears to fall freely as he gripped the cool metal of his phone, the ancient’s own warmth seemingly having no effect on it. He wanted to talk, oh how he did… But his words were gone. He couldn’t bear to say a word. Everything hurt— the sudden rush of grief because consuming, and it was becoming painfully worse as the seconds ticked by.

He couldn’t bring himself to believe it.

He refused.

Reality was a bitch.

[heavenleetaemin]

Milkshake or Sleep~.

Sleep: I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

He was lost for the week, his mind placed elsewhere. It was amazing to see how well the stranger had put up with the childish male, given that the past few days, he acted as an infant would. Taemin didn’t mean to stumble into the other’s apartment, no— his mindset simply tugged him to such an outcome.

Was he a mental case?

Probably.

Still, that didn’t stop the stranger-turned-friend from finding it an unnatural phenomenon, taking the Angel in. Running a set of slim fingers through his dark locks, Taemin stared at the locked door shyly, almost embarrassed at the request he was about to ask for— it was thunderous outside, lightening striking down on various occasions. Long story short, the young Angel was admittedly terrified of the scene. There was no real explanation as to why he was so childish all the sudden, and it would probably disappear as soon as it appeared, but in the moment, Taemin was needy.

Almost like a six hear old in a twenty-one year old’s body. It was odd, though knowing his past, the Angels were quite fond of pushing him into such situations against his will.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed his knuckles against the cool wood, knocking a few times, “Dae…?” He’d taken a liking to the nickname of his newfound friend.

A muffled, “Come in!” was heard from the other side of the wall. Unlocking the door, Taemin stepped inside, clutching the blanket he’d so gotten used to upon days prior. Padding over to the bed, he poked at the mattress, staying uncharacteristically silent. The other looked up curiously, concern lacing his sleepy features, “Tae, what’s wrong?”

"I kind of… Maybe…" Sitting up, Daehyun cleared his vision, looking up at the shorter. "Want to cuddle, pretty please—" Taemin finished quickly, keeping his gaze down. He was mildly surprised at the sudden laughter emitting from the other before he found himself pulled into the mattress, being shifted comfortably against the taller over the sheets. "So is that a yes?" Taemin mumbled, hiding his face in the male’s chest at the sound of another break of thunder.

Slipping his arms around the smaller boy’s waist, Daehyun nodded, amusement dripping from his demeanor, “I’m not sure why you thought otherwise.”

[heavenleetaemin]

I Do (i wANNA SEE THIS–)

I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple

Taemin squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to give into the younger’s constant crave for attention. Groaning in discontent, he clutched the sheets, bringing it over his head as Taeseok nudged his cheeks, sides, neck, shoulders— much everywhere that was visibly printed under the sheets. “Y-yah…” The Angel moaned, eyes finally fluttering open.

It was as if he’d looked into a mirror, except the vision he saw was one of which he loved. Oh, how he loved the sight.

Taeseok was already dressed, tidied up nicely, wide-eyed and ready to take on the day; a drastic difference from his non-related twin. Twin, not bound by blood, and husband— bound by love. He wanted to scowl, oh how he did, but the smile that graced his lips touched upon genuine happiness.

"Good morning, beautiful." The elder laughed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "How was you—"

A pout was already forming upon the other’s lips, “I wanted you to wake up earlier,” Taeseok mumbled, a whine slipping into his tone. “I made breakfast this morning, and it was really special, and well— you know.”

Pushing himself upwards, the Angel sat down, crossing his legs Indian-style, staring at the younger in amusement. His heartbeat was beginning to best rapidly at the sight of his husband who matched a heavenly demeanor in the morning light; streams of sunlight that ribboned into the room created an almost angelic background, painting upon the natural beauty that eased off of the other. “I love you.” Taemin spoke breathlessly.

A light flush burned against Taeseok’s cheeks, “I— what?”

Flashing a set of pearly whites behind a warm smile, he spoke once more, voice clear, “Taeseok— Lee-Lim Taeseok, I love you. And I don’t think I can stop.”

[heavenleetaemin]

Wanna be my chammak challo?

—————

[ `Manly flailing.] YES I WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR CHAMMAK CHALLO.

You’re going to make me cry, Ahjussi—

[heavenleetaemin]

I'll be your Rei.

REALLY?

Oh my goodness. I am the Nagisa to your Rei. [ `Squishes you in a tight hug.] You’re the bestest.