They've been stuck in the same damn spot for over 20 minutes and Jonghyun is pissed.
It had been an early day for Shinee with Jonghyun jolting up at the sound of his alarm blaring loudly into his empty apartment at 3 am. He hadn't even fallen asleep yet, but nonetheless the idol life was calling. Cold shower, clothes on, phone grabbed, and he was out the door. Luckily his manager was there waiting with his usual- the tallest cup of iced coffee a man could find in Seoul- and it was off to the set.
He kept dozing on drive there. The lack of cars on the road at that hour kept the van moving at a steady pace, finally lulling him to sleep. Manager nudged him awake when they arrived as Jonghyun frowned at his iced coffee melting and untouched in the cupholder.
Whatever. He'll give the rest to Taemin anyway.
Taemin. His Taemin.
It was no secret that the two were a couple at this point in their careers, the members all aware and supportive (much to their disgust each time Jonghyun and Taemin held hands or shared a kiss). It's a mystery to everyone why the two haven't moved in together yet and decide to keep their respective apartments. Jonghyun likes to think it's something about the intimacy of coming over the other's place. The closest staff kept their relationship on the down low and the two play it off as an idol thing to those less familiar with the group to keep themselves protected.
However, upon entering the building, he's immediately wisked away by the makeup artists that plop him down on a folding chair in front of an old mirror and get to town working on his face. There is no Taemin in sight in the room.
He curses to himself. If Taemin isn't here yet, he must've overslept which means less time together before filming and less of happy Jonghyun there will be. Call Jonghyun a clingy boyfriend. Whatever. He doesn't care, especially when he knows Taemin is secretly into Jonghyun's obsession with him even though he won't admit it out loud.
The makeup artists slap countless products on his skin, brush color on his eyes and contour across his jaw, the process quite mechanical and familiar. He spots Minho and Kibum and gives a quick greeting, everyone else the same degree of sleepy at this time of morning. He spots Jinki in the corner waiting until one of the three finish, but still there is no sign of Taemin.
The makeup artists usher him to get changed and then it's over to the hairstylist that starts combing through his black tangled strands. He grins sheepishly when she rolls her eyes at the knots. Sue him for not combing it during the shower.
"Jonghyun-ssi. Some grays are starting to peek through. Want to dye them next time you stop by the shop?"
Jonghyun laughs. Of course Noona would notice something like that. Too bad Taemin and the fans find them a bit sexy. Even if the fans found them hideous, he'd still keep a few out of sight just for Taemin to find.
Sighing, he forces his thoughts off his boyfriend. "It's ok Noona. I think it gives me character. Nothing shameful about aging."
She smiles at him through the mirror as she sprays something into his hair. "Alright if you say so, but you know where to find me if you ever change your mind!"
Time passes by slowly until Taemin finally walks through the door. He looks beautiful even at an hour like this. Messy bed hair that he's started to grow out, puffy lips and face from sleeping, and light acne dotting his face. They make eye contact and Taemin gives him a sleepy smile. It's the one reserved for Jonghyun only. The type where the corners of his lips go up and his eyes dissappear along with his nonexistent eyebrows. He looks a little dopey like this, but it's Jonghyun's favorite type of Taemin smile on his list. Yes, there's a list of all Taemin smiles in Jonghyun's head.
He plops down in a chair facing away from Jonghyun so he gets Taemin's back.
A little disappointing to say the least.
Everyone is on set by the time Taemin catches up and stands next to Jonghyun, and they're being briefed about today's shoot for a skincare and makeup brand with each of the members modeling a different product. Jonghyun contour, Jinki foundation, Kibum eyeshadow, Minho blush, and Taemin well.... Jonghyun stops dead in his tracks when he looks over to him.
Lipstick.
The shoot begins with Taemin up first and Jonghyun can't stop staring. While Taemin's lips are naturally plump on a normal day, the product makes them look extra full. His cupid bow is exentuated while highlighting his slightly fuller upper lip. The pink color looks beautiful on him, and it's nothing like Taemin's usual lip makeup. Jonghyun needs him. Now.
The shoot passes by in a blur- group pictures, solo shots, video content, outfit changes, but the only thing on Jonghyun's mind is Taemin and his lips. His Taemin that he's barely talked to all day. His Taemin that keeps meeting his eyes. His Taemin that looks prettier than all the others in the room and full of more lust than sin itself.
Which brings him back to the present- with Jonghyun and Taemin stuck in the van with Manager and the entirety of Seoul gridlocked in a traffic jam.
All Jonghyun wants to do is jump out of this car and get his hands on the other so he can kiss the daylight out of him.
Taemin doesn't seem as affected or even aware of Jonghyun's turmoil, playing with the rings on his fingers and leaning into Jonghyun the best he can given the space between them. They haven't talked much due to Manager's presence. Its been 20 fucking minutes and the car hasn't moved a meter.
"I gotta take a piss."
Jonghyun looks up. "What?"
Manager Hyung repeats. "I'm dying in here and forgot to go before we left. This traffic is nuts."
"Like right here? Now?" Taemin chimes in. He says it so normally that Jonghyun starts to fear what that entails. Shinee's schedule had ended over two hours ago so it's not exactly unbelievable if Manager was reaching emergency levels of needing a piss. "I have an empty water bottle."
Just him and Taemin holding hands while Manager takes a piss. How romantic.
"God no, Taeminie. Just getting hard to not think about it."
"You can just use my bathroom when you go to drop us off, Hyung."
And Jonghyun is going to kill Taemin.
Truly, Jonghyun should be understanding. Of course he doesn't want Manager to pee himself on the drive back in the van. But his stupid little love-struck brain that needs to kiss Taemin silly right this second is not rational.
"Thanks Taeminie. You're the best. I might explode waiting more."
Thirty-five minutes of silence sans for the car radio playing in the background and the big shiny gates of Taemin's apartment complex come into view and finally they're here. Manager scans his key card to let them in and they quickly park in the underground lot. Taemin looks half bored once he stands outside the car and Manager crosses his legs and shifts side to side. Can no one else sense Jonghyun's inner turmoil this whole time?
The elevator stops at Taemin's floor after what feels like ages and they shuffle out with Jonghyun at the back and Manager in the lead. He fumbles with the passcode and practically sprints off in the direction of the bathroom.
"Yah, what are the chances he takes a shit and stinks up my place." Taemin remarks while peeling off his shoes and socks.
Jonghyun snorts. The only thing he's thinking about is how to get to Taemin's lips the fastest, but Taemin's only thought is about shit.
Well shit.
Taemin plops down in front of his couch, wiggling his toes free and picking at the cuticles on his fingernails. His hair falls over his eyes and the lipstick is still so vibrant, and god, what Jonghyun would do to feel those plush lips. Press a line of kisses down the column of his neck and across his clavicle until he reaches the heart shaped mole on the side of it. He's waited all day for this moment, is almost at it, yet Mamager is still here and he can't do anything about.
He presses up against Taemin's kitchen counter and counts down the seconds. Everything feels so fucking long and it's so, so quiet. He needs to feel Taemin against him, needs to breathe his air, needs him like he's never lived before or felt Taemin's body against his own. The only thing that will sustain him is having Taemin all to himself.
He faintly hears the toilet flush, and finally! Manager emerges and looks a bit sheepish.
"Thank you, and sorry Taeminie," he says, though he's looking right at Jonghyun while he says it.
Maybe Jonghyun was being too obvious about it.
"Anytime, hyung. Would you like a snack before you head out?"
And god fucking damn it let the man leave, Lee Taemin.
Thankfully, Manager shakes his head. "I'm headed out to catch up with some friends tonight so I'm good. See you two in two days. Don't forget about the gayo recording schedule!"
The door clicks shut and Taemin shimmies out of his pants right in the living room and it's a sight to behold. One minute he's clad in his tight black jeans, and in the next, he's stripped down to his black boxers with his milky legs stretching on for days. He throws the pants over a chair and Jonghyun can't think straight. He hasn't been thinking for the past few hours.
Taemin blinks over at him, all soft smiles and Jonghyun just about loses it.
"What did you think about today's shoot, Hyung?"
"Taemin."
"I kinda liked the products for once."
"Taemin-ah."
"Everyone looked nice too."
"Taeminie."
"Would you buy the products?"
"Baby."
Taemin stops talking.
Jonghyun stalks right up to him and pushes him so he stumbles into the couch and claims.
He miscalculates and kisses the side of Taemin's mouth at first, but taemin laughs and readjusts right away, his lips so soft and full that Jonghyun can't ever get enough of them. He can still taste the product on them and he wants nothing more than to smear it all over Taemin's face. He pictures it clearly. Taemin with a trail of pink lipstick all over his cheeks, nose and forehead and maybe some other things are smeared on his face too. He's hungry and desperate in a way he usually tries to hold back, but tonight he can't.
Maybe the lack of sleep is making him delirious.
"Ah," Taemin whines as Jonghyun bites his lower lip, asking for more. He climbs over him so he's settled on top of Taemin's thighs. To most it would seem like Taemin is in charge, but like this, Jonghyun can set the pace and push Taemin into the cushion, make him a writhing mess beneath him, trap him like a deer in headlights.
He meets Taemin's tongue and deepens the kiss. Jonghyun needs everything and feels Taemin's body pressing up against his own, running his hands through Taemin's hair, tugging the strands and dragging his fingers down his nape. He takes his hand and shoves it under the flannel Taemin is wearing until he's skirting his hands along his abdomen and reaching up to Taemin's pec.
"Fuck, what are you doing."
He rolls the bud with his fingers. Taemin shivers.
"You looked gorgeous today. Couldn't stop thinking about you. How beautiful you are and how I have to share you with everyone else. Everyone else gets to see your pretty lips in that stupidly pink color."
Taemin laughs but that quickly turns into a whine when Jonghyun pinches his nipple. "Well I'm not in their arms after work, now am I?"
And Taemin knows exactly what to say to light Jonghyun's skin on fire. "You're right. All mine. My Taeminie."
"Hyung." He rolls his eyes, but Jonghyun takes the chance to wrap his arms around Taemin's shoulders. "No one else gets to mark me up either. Only you."
"You say the most insane things and expect me to be normal?" And Jonghyun has never felt so lucky to have this beautiful man in his arms as his. Strong and beautiful and lovely. He feels a hunger deep inside tangled up with his love thats been spit out for Taemin to take and for him to make sense of. It's too much, but it's real and tangible for the both of them.
He kisses along his jaw, stopping at the spot between Taemin's ear and his neck, the sensitive part of him, the soft scent of Taemin surrounding him as he kisses the spot.
"Shit. You love it."
And he's right because who else could love and known Jonghyun the way Taemin does? Taemin loves each and every part of him. The parts no one else would bother to get to know or the parts Jonghyun is afraid would make others run, but Taemin embraces and accepts fully. This is the Taemin that's been through it all with him and has seen him at his lowest lowest and the highest highs, but who still sees him as a man, a friend, a partner, a lover.
He laps at the skin, careful not to leave a mark before leaning over to the side and taking Taemin with him.
He hopes Taemin can feel the things he can't say outloud, hopes he knows he'd do this day in and day out and never get bored of it. He'd take Taemin through the bad days, the boring days, the sick days, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, to love and cherish, until death do us part.
Jonghyun should not be thinking about wedding vows while Taemin settles over his groin, but honestly whatever. It's what he feels thinking about Taemin being his forever. He keeps these things in his heart while he grips Taemin's bare thighs and he sees stars when the other hitches his hips forward to close the gap between them.
Their lips connect again and time feels endless. It's a mix of spit and wetness and teeth. Taemin hits him when they accidentally bump noses, a bit stupid and teenagery, but still so addicting. Taemin's lips part slightly to let Jonghyun slip inside and Jonghyun can't get enough.
He feels a fire deep in his soul and he wonders if Taemin feels it too. If he's lost in it just like Jonghyun is. If he's waited for this moment all day and he knew this is how they'd end up. If Taemin did it on purpose and maybe everything is according to his plan all along.
Taemin's waist feels so tiny in his hands, the skin so smooth and warm to the touch and suddenly the fabric of his shirt is too much. Nothing feels like enough.
Taemin stumbles a bit when Jonghyun reaches too high.
"Hey," he says, giving Jonghyun a quick peck. His lips look swollen and score, the lipstick has smeared onto his chin just below the patch of hair Taemin always forgets to shave. "I have to feed the cats."
Jonghyun let's out a sigh, moving to clasp Taemin's hand and rub circles against his wrist with his thumb. "Curse you for being such a responsible parent."
"Oh don't worry. We'll pick up where we left off in just a moment." He places another peck, this time to Jonghyun's cheek and stands on wobbly legs, sauntering off to go find them. He won't tell Taemin his boxers have ridden up on the backside his legs, ass hanging out as a result of scooting so close to Jonghyun
"Kkoong! Daeng! Time for food!"
And Jonghyun wants to do this for the rest of his life. No matter how busy their day had been, no matter how much suffering apart, no matter how many people Jonghyun has to share Taemin with, the wait will always be worth it.
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