#jonghyun imagines

[xotaemintol]

FLIRTY JONGHYUN THOUGHTS//SMUT

::This is in no way, shape, or form, meant to be disrespect or hurtful/triggering to anyone, this is purely FICTIONAL and not at all real nor is it meant to seem that way. I understand that there are some who would disagree with smut of Jonghyun being written and I will consider everyone's points as best as I can, I did ask in a poll how people would feel and the majority have said that they would not feel uncomfortable or dislike it, if you are uncomfortable with it or dislike it, please keep scrolling or leave me constructive criticism/feedback obviously nothing hateful or harmful), I'II be sure to consider your point:) if not, enjoy!::

“Said baby come fuck with a pro” ~ Persian Rugs

I can't stop thinking about how good Jonghyun would be at flirting, the way he'd flash you a panty-dropping smile as he's walking beside you, and how good he'd look wearing a plain white shirt with the classic black jeans and a small gold chain to add an extra ‘hemp’. How his hand would brush yours and how everytime you say something that surprises him he'd go: “Really?!” The way he'd smell so good too, every time he slyly bumps into your side you’d catch a whiff of him and your knees go weak, don’t think it’s an accident either, he knows what he’s doing when he looks at you with those shiny puppy-like eyes, and that pussy throbbing smile, he knows that he’s eating away at your self-control with every compliment and every question and he loves seeing how you react, although he’s shy at first, he plays one hell of a game.

Give him three minutes and he’ll have your number, address, every social you have, your friends and family’s names, a date and time, and your ring size. He could talk you out of your panties before you even realize what’s happening, Don’t catch him when he’s out in public at night that man is absolutely unstoppable, and adding the romantic and suggestive elements of nighttime only makes him more dangerous. You’d be leaving the convenience store just as he’s going in and of course, he sees you and can’t miss his chance, so he’ll rush in and buy what he needs, and instead of getting back in his car he’ll catch up to you and politely stop you.

“Excuse me miss.” His opener and insanely irresistible voice immediately catch your attention and when you look at him all he has to do is say that he wants you, he doesn’t even need to speak but of course, you can’t give it up that easily, so you walk and talk for a while, getting to know the basics about each other. Names, hobbies, occupations, love lives, and all the other simple things, your conversation goes smoothly and flows so perfectly, You both perfectly bounce off of each other’s sentences so easily that it seems like you’ve met the man of your dreams. When he offers to drive you back home and tells you that his car is just around the corner you jokingly say that he seems like a player, to which he’d laugh and deny as you walk back to his car. The inside would be so clean and smell so good that it would immediately turn you on, As soon as he turns on the radio and starts to softly speak to you it’s wraps. A quick detour from your house to his and some passionate kisses later and you’re suddenly in his bed, undressed, and high on endorphins. And his game doesn’t just stop when you hit the bed, No no no, Jonghyun easily checks all the boxes.

A soft dom with an amazing bedroom voice, guiding you sweetly and building you up with ease as he’s touching you, everything you thought about sex is completely changed and turned inside out in the best ways possible. Being a pleaser whose main goal is to leave you on cloud nine Jonghyun would be able to make you cum multiple times without making you feel too sensitive to go on, somehow with every time you finish you crave more instead of being worn out, not to mention the way he’d encourage you, telling you that you’re doing such a good job, asking you if that feels good, asking you if that’s the spot you like and if you want more, you don’t have to beg either, he’s quick to give and he’s going to give and give until you are beyond satisfied. By the time he starts to fuck you it’s like your whole body has ripped into a million pieces and become something completely new, his stroke game is so good that it feels like he was reaching parts of you that had never even been imagined before, being able to bring you to a height that you’ve never known was reachable with slow and steady movements. Every time he moves forward your whole body reacts, and the chills don’t stop for a second, while with others it’s always a come and go, a “find the right spot.” With Jonghyun, every spot is the right spot, forget good, he’s a pro. When it’s unfortunately over, you almost immediately fall asleep, you’re too tired to even take the water he offered or the shower and clothes. Of course, he’d be able to knock you out easily, he could’ve done it in one round, but the excitement made you pull through two.

…I think I got a little distracted lol.

[jjongstangerine]

My dear dear J..

in South Korea it’s 18th December already. 7 years…but you know Legends never die ..

I know we can still all feel you around us..

Ahh yes dear JJong.

You will always be remembered. I promise you will always be in my heart and mind. Wherever you go I will follow.

As the song goes I will die with a smile and happiness seeing you, and with the very thought of you if I don’t.

Time passes but never my love for you..

[wantbytaemin]

you don’t get it do you remember when key said he was scared and burdened while wanting to talk about jjong in public (because of the way it inevitably made grief porn headlines and put this ‘tragic’ spotlight on shinee) and LOOK AT US NOW!!!!!!!!!

[neptunemooon]

The Day Stars Collided

It was a rainy Thursday in Seoul when Ruby’s life changed in a way she didn’t see coming.

She was still new at SM Entertainment — a fresh face, barely out of trainee status, clutching her demo CD like it was a lifeline. Her hair was frizzing from the humidity, and she had accidentally spilled coffee down her sweatshirt earlier that morning. To top it off, she had just finished a grueling two-hour vocal practice where the instructor politely said she sounded like she was "overthinking every note."

In other words, Ruby was thriving.

She darted down the polished hallways of SM’s main building, trying to find the right practice room she’d been assigned for the afternoon. Every room looked identical: sleek, modern, and intimidating. Her sneakers squeaked awkwardly against the floors.

"Room 7B," she muttered under her breath, peeking at a slip of paper in her hand. "Where is 7B—?"

Wham.

She slammed directly into a solid wall.

Except it wasn’t a wall. It was a person.

A very solid, very startled person.

Ruby stumbled back, flailing wildly, and would have landed flat on her back if strong hands hadn't caught her by the arms.

"Whoa, whoa—easy there!" a warm voice said, half laughing.

Ruby blinked up at her accidental savior — and immediately wished the floor would swallow her whole.

Because standing there, grinning like she hadn’t just bulldozed into him, was Kim Jonghyun.

Yes. That Kim Jonghyun. The vocal legend. The heart and soul of SHINee. The artist Ruby had admired for years.

She was so starstruck she forgot how to breathe.

"I—uh—oh my god—I’m so sorry—I didn’t see—!" she blurted out in one breathless, horrifyingly high-pitched ramble.

Jonghyun just chuckled, brushing invisible dust off her shoulders like he hadn’t almost been tackled.

"It’s okay," he said easily. "I’m used to getting knocked over by fans. Usually not in the hallway, though. First time for everything."

Ruby turned even redder.

"I’m not— I mean— I am a fan! But I wasn’t trying to—!" She flailed helplessly, words crashing over each other like waves.

He laughed even harder, this time clapping a hand to his chest like she was the funniest thing he’d seen all week.

"You’re adorable," he said finally, grinning down at her. "What’s your name?"

Ruby froze. She had to actually speak words?

"R-Ruby," she squeaked. "I’m… a trainee. I mean, kind of. I just… I just got signed."

His eyes brightened. "Ohhh, new blood! Welcome to the madhouse."

She let out a nervous laugh, unsure if she should bow again or stand still or just spontaneously combust.

"Where you headed, Ruby?" Jonghyun asked, glancing at the slip of paper in her hand.

"Uh, 7B? I have a vocal check."

"Perfect!" He beamed. "That’s two doors down. I’ll walk you."

She stared at him, completely short-circuited. Kim Jonghyun is escorting me to practice. What is happening.

As they walked, Jonghyun made easy conversation — asking where she was from, what kind of music she liked, if she had a stage name picked out. Ruby answered as best she could without combusting into a puddle of nerves.

"The good ol’ trainee days," he said, his tone teasing but gentle. "How’s that going?"

She hesitated. He seemed genuinely interested.

"Honestly?" she muttered, staring at her shoes. "It sucks."

There was a beat of silence, and then—

"Yeah," Jonghyun said, nodding thoughtfully. "It does."

Ruby looked up, startled. He wasn’t joking. He looked… sincere.

"I almost quit three times during my trainee period," he admitted, casually like he was talking about the weather. "It’s brutal. People don’t talk about that part enough."

Ruby blinked. "You? Quit? But… you’re… you."

He grinned. "I was still me back then too. And I still wanted to throw in the towel sometimes. You’re not alone, you know."

Something in her chest loosened. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear that.

"I just…" she sighed, letting herself stop walking. "I don’t know if I’m cut out for this. Everyone else seems to know what they’re doing, and I’m just… faking it."

Jonghyun chuckled, stopped walking, and looked straight into her eyes. "Newsflash: We’re all faking it."

She blinked down at him. "Even now?"

He looked up at her with a mischievous glint. "Especially now."

Ruby found herself giggling, the weight on her chest easing.

They stood there on the hallway floor for the next hour like two kids ditching class. Jonghyun asked her about her hometown, her favorite music, and why she wanted to be an idol. She found herself rambling about her dad’s rock band, her mom’s fashion designs, and how she dreamed of blending rock and K-pop in her own music.

Jonghyun listened carefully, nodding, humming in agreement.

“Sounds like you have the right heart for this,” he said after a pause. "Heart matters more than technique. You can teach skills. You can't fake soul."

His words struck something deep inside her. She clutched them close, like a secret gift.

"You’re braver than I was," Jonghyun said, impressed. "I was too scared to be anything but what they told me to be for the first few years."

"Really?" Ruby asked, wide-eyed.

He nodded. "Took me a while to figure out that people connect to honesty more than perfection. You seem like you already get that."

She smiled shyly. "I don’t know. I’m still figuring it out."

"Good," Jonghyun said, nudging her shoulder. "Keep figuring it out. Don’t rush to have all the answers."

There was a comfortable silence for a moment.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "I can tell you’re serious about music."

She blinked. "How?"

"You’re carrying your lyric notebook like it’s your diary," he teased, pointing to the notebook still clutched tightly in her hands. "That’s how you know someone’s heart is in it."

Ruby smiled shyly. No one had ever noticed that before.

They reached Room 7B, and Ruby lingered awkwardly in the doorway, not wanting the moment to end.

Jonghyun, sensing it, grinned.

"Tell you what," he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "You survive your vocal check, and afterward, I’ll buy you a coffee. Celebration for surviving your first SM building collision."

Ruby’s mouth dropped open. "Really?!"

"Of course!" he said cheerfully. "Besides, I owe you. I think you dislocated my pride when you ran me over."

She giggled, feeling the last of her nerves melt away.

"Deal," she said, holding out her pinky without thinking.

Jonghyun’s smile softened — the kind of smile that could melt glaciers — and he linked his pinky with hers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Pinky swear," he said solemnly.

With that, he gave her a little two-finger salute and sauntered down the hallway, whistling a tune Ruby didn’t recognize but instantly loved.

Later, true to his word, Jonghyun showed up after her vocal check with two coffees in hand.

They sat on a bench outside the building, sipping quietly as the rain continued to drizzle around them. The city lights blurred in the puddles at their feet.

"Hey, Ruby?" Jonghyun said after a while.

"Yeah?"

"You’re gonna be something special," he said, voice soft and sure.

Ruby blinked hard, trying not to tear up.

"And if you ever need anything," he added with a wink, "a song, advice, someone to knock over again — I’m around."

She laughed, the sound bubbling up naturally this time.

"I'm going to give you some trainee advice, rule number one of trainee life," he said, holding up an imaginary pack of ramyeon like it was a sacred artifact. "Always have emergency noodles."

She giggled, nodding seriously. "Got it, sunbaenim."

He wrinkled his nose. "Don’t call me that. Makes me feel old."

"But you are older," she teased before she could stop herself.

His jaw dropped dramatically. "EXCUSE ME?!"

She clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified—then realized he was laughing.

"Oh, you’re sassy," he said, waggling a finger at her. "I like you. You’ll survive just fine."

He glanced at her with a warm smile. “You know, Ruby, you don’t have to keep calling me Jonghyun sunbae. It’s way too formal.”

Ruby blinked, startled. “Huh? But… you are my sunbae.”

Jonghyun chuckled, shaking his head. “I mean, yeah, but we’re friends now, right? You can just call me oppa.”

The moment he said it, he noticed her expression shift—just barely—but enough. She hesitated, eyebrows twitching slightly, lips pressing into a tight line as if she was holding something in. It wasn’t dislike, not exactly. It was more like… embarrassment?

Jonghyun tilted his head. “What? Did I say something weird?”

Ruby looked down at her hands. “It’s not you,” she said softly. “It’s just… I’ve never really called anyone oppa before.”

He blinked. “Really? Not even your brothers?”

She laughed, a little awkwardly. “Especially not them. Christopher always said it was cringy. Liam and Leo used to tease me if I ever tried, like dramatically holding their chests and fake crying. So I gave up. It became this… weird line I never crossed.”

Jonghyun’s smile softened, touched by the honesty. “Ahh… makes sense. Families have their own rules.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, cheeks a little flushed. “So it’s not like I don’t want to. I just—never really have. Feels… foreign.”

There was a beat of silence before Jonghyun leaned back, grinning. “Well, now I feel kind of honored. Should I be the first?”

Ruby groaned dramatically, hiding her face behind her coffee. “Don’t make it weird!”

He laughed, that bright, melodic laugh of his that could make anyone feel at ease. “Okay, okay! No pressure. Call me whatever you want, Ruby-yah. Just… not sunbae-nim like we’re at a corporate meeting.”

She giggled. “Deal.”

They sat together in companionable silence for a while, the kind only true friends could enjoy. Then, just as Jonghyun stood up to stretch, Ruby’s quiet voice floated up.

“…Oppa.”

He froze mid-stretch, glancing back at her. “Huh?”

She looked away, flustered but smiling. “I said it. Just this once.”

His expression melted into the softest smile, eyes crinkling with warmth. He walked back over and gently ruffled her hair.

“You said it perfectly,” he whispered. “Thanks, Ruby.”

And in that small, simple moment, a quiet bond between them grew even stronger.

From that day on, Jonghyun became her safe place in a world that often felt too big, too loud, too overwhelming. He’d pop into her practice room unannounced, drop a banana milk on her desk, text her memes at midnight, or send her random voice notes like, "Hey, I wrote this melody today, what do you think?"

He never treated her like a burden. Never made her feel like a kid tagging along. He listened when she vented, teased her when she needed to laugh, and offered advice only when she asked.

And Ruby? She started to feel like she wasn’t so alone.

She felt like she belonged.

She never forgot that rainy Thursday — the day she accidentally collided with one of the brightest stars in the sky, and somehow, miraculously, he decided to walk with her for a while.

And maybe… just maybe… she had a big brother in the making.

March 2017 – SM Entertainment Building

Ruby's hands trembled slightly as she stared down at the glowing text message on her phone.

Congratulations! We’re excited to officially begin preparations for your DEBUT in early 2018! Please attend the team meeting tomorrow at 2 PM to discuss details!

For a few seconds, the world blurred around her. Debut. The word echoed in her mind, carrying years of blood, sweat, and invisible sacrifices.

She clutched the phone to her chest, heart pounding like a drum.

There was only one person she wanted to tell first.

Without even thinking, Ruby sprinted down the hall, weaving through staff members and other trainees, almost tripping twice. She skidded to a halt in front of a familiar door labeled "Recording Studio B."

Light leaked from under the door. Music vibrated faintly through the crack.

Ruby knocked excitedly.

A second later, the door swung open — and there was Jonghyun, dressed in an oversized hoodie, headphones slung around his neck, eyebrows lifting in surprise.

“Whoa, slow down, kiddo,” he laughed, catching her by the shoulders before she could crash into him. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I—I—” Ruby panted, trying to catch her breath, her whole face lighting up with pure, unfiltered joy. “I’m debuting, Oppa!! They just told me! Next year!!”

Jonghyun blinked — then broke into the biggest, brightest grin she’d ever seen.

“YES!!!” He whooped, lifting her slightly off the ground in a spontaneous hug. "I knew it! I told you, Ruby, you're a star!"

She laughed, clinging to him, overwhelmed with happiness.

He set her down gently, eyes sparkling. “I’m so proud of you. Seriously.”

Ruby wiped at the happy tears threatening to spill over. “Thank you, Oppa… I really couldn’t have survived this trainee year without you.”

Jonghyun tapped her forehead playfully. “You did the hard work. I just made sure you didn’t combust from stress.”

They both laughed.

“Now go!” he said, pretending to shoo her away. “Get some rest, celebrate, whatever you need. You have a big meeting tomorrow — you gotta show them your A-game!”

Ruby nodded enthusiastically. Nothing could ruin this feeling.

Or so she thought.

The Next Day — SM Meeting Room

Ruby sat in a plush leather chair, notebook balanced on her lap, nerves coiling tightly in her stomach.

Around the glossy conference table sat members of the A&R team, styling coordinators, PR reps — and to her surprise — Jonghyun, too, sipping coffee calmly at the far end. He caught her eye and winked, giving her a small thumbs-up under the table.

She smiled, comforted.

The head A&R rep clicked to the first slide of a PowerPoint.

“As Ruby’s image is youthful and fresh, we propose a cute, bubbly debut concept — bright colors, school uniform outfits, simple choreography. Very safe. Very marketable.”

On cue, a sugary demo track started playing — all bright synths and repetitive cheerleader chants.

Ruby sat frozen.

It wasn’t… bad, exactly.

But it wasn't her.

Not even a little bit.

As the room filled with polite nods and murmurs of approval, Ruby felt something heavy sink into her chest.

Across the table, Jonghyun was watching her closely.

Really watching.

He noticed the tiny way her shoulders stiffened. How she didn't bob her head along to the music. How her smile slipped into something polite and empty.

He knew.

Later That Afternoon — Studio B

“Oppa?” Ruby poked her head into Jonghyun’s studio after he texted her to come by.

He waved her in, closing the door behind her.

They sat down — him on the swivel chair, her perched cross-legged on the couch, nervously picking at the seam of her sleeve.

“Alright, spill it,” Jonghyun said, voice warm but firm. “What’s wrong?”

Ruby hesitated.

Then — in a small voice — she told him everything.

How grateful she was for the chance to debut. How hard she'd worked to get here. But also… how wrong the concept felt. How she dreamed of performing songs that were intense, emotional, even a little dark — not bubblegum pop.

Jonghyun listened quietly, nodding, letting her get it all out.

When she finally finished, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Ruby," he said gently. "You deserve to debut as yourself. Not a version of you that fits some easy mold."

She sniffled. "But I’m just a rookie. They’ll think I’m ungrateful. What if they think I’m difficult?”

Jonghyun smiled crookedly.

"Trust me, it's better to be 'difficult' and stay true to yourself than to wake up one day and realize you hate what you’ve built."

He paused, thinking.

"You have a vision. That's rare. Most rookies don't know what they want yet. You do. That’s your strength."

Ruby stared at him, overwhelmed with gratitude.

"Okay," he clapped his hands once, energizing the air. "Enough moping. Let’s show them what you’re made of."

"H-How?"

He grinned mischievously. “We make them an offer they can’t refuse."

That Night — Jonghyun’s Studio

They brainstormed for hours — bouncing ideas, sketching notes, laughing over terrible concepts ("Ruby… what about an alien princess who yodels?" "Oppa, no!!").

Bit by bit, a shape formed.

Ruby confessed how she loved slightly haunting melodies, stories about dreams and nightmares, gothic fairytales.

Jonghyun's eyes lit up.

“Sounds like a dream-chasing concept," he mused. “Something intense but beautiful. Dark but hopeful."

Together, they started writing a song — something fast, fierce, addictive.

"Chase Me."

Jonghyun laid down a rough beat, Ruby layered scratch vocals, and little by little, the track bloomed in the dim-lit room.

It wasn’t polished yet — but it had soul.

It had her.

Around 3 AM, yawning but exhilarated, they built a quick PowerPoint pitch — complete with photos of darker styling, elegant choreography ideas, and lyrics centered on dream-chasing and mystery.

Before they left, Jonghyun tossed a casual arm around Ruby’s shoulders.

“No matter what happens tomorrow,” he said, voice low and certain, “I’m proud of you for fighting for yourself."

Ruby smiled, leaning into him, feeling stronger than she had in days.

The Next Day — SM Meeting Room Again

When Ruby and Jonghyun wheeled in a laptop and clicked to their presentation, the staff initially looked skeptical. After all, they were expecting more of the "safe and cute" route for a rookie.

But as the eerie opening notes of their new demo track filled the room, and Ruby spoke — voice steady, eyes shining — something shifted.

"Our concept," Ruby said, clicking through moodboards filled with mysterious forests, gothic architecture, and intense choreography shots, "is about dreams — but not the sweet, pastel ones. It’s about chasing the unknown, confronting your fears, and finding strength in your darkness."

Heads started nodding slowly.

"We want something intense but beautiful. Dark, but hopeful," Jonghyun added, giving Ruby an encouraging glance.

Ruby clicked to the next slide: performance outfits — tailored jackets, dramatic flowing skirts, harness accessories — all elegant and striking.

"I also wanted to suggest," Ruby continued carefully, heart hammering in her chest, "that it might be better to debut this concept in the fall — maybe October. The darker, more dramatic tone would suit the cooler season, when people are drawn to moodier music and aesthetics."

There was a pause.

The team exchanged thoughtful glances.

It made sense.

Ruby pushed through the nerves and added, "I think it would create a stronger impact. A dark, emotional debut in autumn could make us stand out — and it would match the feeling of the song and concept perfectly."

The room buzzed with quiet excitement now — a stark difference from the cautious atmosphere of the day before.

After a brief huddle among the executives, the head A&R rep smiled.

“Let’s do it," he said. "Dark concept. Fall debut. October.”

Ruby almost burst into tears of relief.

Beside her, Jonghyun beamed, mouthing, Told you so.

Later — Hallway Outside

Ruby hugged Jonghyun fiercely, almost knocking the breath out of him.

"Thank you, Oppa," she whispered. "Thank you for believing in me when I didn't even know if I could."

He ruffled her hair, grinning. "That’s what family’s for."

She pulled back and looked up at him, eyes shining.

“I’m going to make you proud,” she promised.

"You already have," Jonghyun said quietly.

And with that, Ruby stepped into her future — no longer just a lost trainee.

But an artist.

A dream-chaser.

Just like the sunbae who had taught her to never settle for less than her true voice.

I wrote this especially for @angel-02. I hope you like it! You truly inspired me to write this, and I’m grateful for your presence.

Fun fact: Jonghyun is one of the very few people Ruby refers to as 'oppa.'

My works are not allowed for translation or reposting as your own without my permission.

[smtown-tourist]

Key must have a new found level of respect for Jinki after having to babysit 2min for the past 6 months. You can see it written all over his face

[gayashawol]

i could just imagine each of them having preferences with what they want their S.O to wear during sex. here’s what shinee would demand from you…

onew: anything baggy (like a baggy top, hoodie, etc), maybe even a dress. easy access and cute.

jonghyun: he doesn’t mind anything, just as long as he gets to remove your clothes.

key: probably something preppy (as in uniform-ish look, school wise or work wise, he likes to roleplay btw)

minho: some lingerie, or a nice matching bikini (he is also into water play, he might show some interest in pool sex)

taemin: something girly (crop top, skirts, short shorts, etc), or a cosplay outfit (probably character from league of legends or genshin impact)

who agrees with me???? 🤭 (let’s debate!)

[imaginidol]

Taemin: Stars Under the Rain

“Taemin!” You hissed at the giggling boy as he practically jogged away from you with your shared umbrella, leaving you to be slowly soaked under the evening rain’s mist.

“You menace,” you whisper, pulling at his ear once you’ve caught up to him for the umpteenth time. “If I have to say your name one more time, someone’s gonna recognize you and the rest is history!”

Taemin only giggled some more and looked around the street at the walking pedestrians around you.

“What if a reporter hears us? Me with you? How funny do you think the headlines will be?”

“Taemin, that’s not funny!” You can’t help but stifle a short laugh at the ridiculousness of the boy in front of you.

“Fine, how about you hold the umbrella now?” He offers you the bright green umbrella along with a sheepish grin.

“Wow, thanks, Tae,” you roll your eyes at the realization that the only reason he returned the umbrella was because evidently, the mist had suddenly stopped.

He giggles again and pulls his hoodie over his head.

“Okay, okay,” he smiled, offering you his hand. “I’ll be good now.”

You pinched his arm before generously accepting his hand, wrapping your cool fingers around his.

While he was a bit of a menace to be around, you appreciated and loved the way Taemin would turn into a completely comfortable and playful version of himself when he was with you. There weren’t too many people he would show this side to.

“Look,” he says, stopping shortly before a line of street-way trees decorated with holiday lights.

You look up to see where his eyes have landed. You’re taken aback by the breathtaking sight of brightly-lit trees. While you always knew the city decorated their trees for the holidays, you had never actually stopped to admire the work put into the heavenly sight and how beautifully it complemented the dark sky at night.

“Wanna know what I think of these trees?” He looks at you quietly.

“Tell me what you think,” you reply.

“I really like how each bulb, regardless of its shape or size, is very pretty on its own. It’ll light up the dark pretty well. But I do prefer how they all complement each other when they’re all together, different shapes and different sizes. They look like cosmos when they’re all together.”

“I like that thought,” you say, admiring the twinkling lights all around you both. “Do you see those star-shaped lights, Tae? I think of you as one of those, in a sense.”

“Is it because I’m an artist and being a ‘star’ is my career?” He smiles.

“That’s too literal, Tae. I mean like… you’re very admirable in your own way. Inside and outside of your career. You work hard for what you give, you give your best when someone asks for your advice. You have people all around you that support you and help you succeed well. It makes you stand out like one of these star-lights. And if you put you and your supporters together… you all become a big, lit-up beautiful tree. You give inspiration to many in more ways than one.”

Taemin was quiet for a while, soaking in your calming words. The corners of his lips would curl to the tiniest of smiles when he thought of you at times like these.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I appreciate the way you see me for me, in and out of my career. But you’re missing something in your analogy.”

“What am I missing?”

“While it may be a beautifully lit-up tree that I’ve cultivated over my life, it takes just one precious person to notice it all and truly appreciate its existence. You see me and you appreciate me, my supporters, my life when the lights are turned off, my life when I’m shining at my brightest. I appreciate having you be that person. You make me feel very… seen.”

Your cheeks redden warmly and you can’t help but pull your boyfriend’s face close to plant a sweet kiss against his cheek, to which he smiles and returns one against your lips.

One, two, four little kisses later, the mist of rain is back. This time, you have the upper-hand with holding the umbrella. You realize this and immediately jog away from Taemin, leaving him in a heap of shock and giggles as he runs calling after you, the rain mist hitting his face and yours as you both briskly ran away under the brightly shining holiday trees.

[skzhocomments]

In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Story Masterlist

Pairing: Minho (of SHINee) x OC (name: Jieun)

Genre: non-idol AU, single dad trope, prostitution, angst, romance, fluff, mature

Word Count: ~60k

Warnings: mature, swearing, feelings of hopelessness, angst, depression, death, crying, explicit sexual content, and others.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe SHINee members' true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

inthedark.com A site that promises to fulfil each and every wild fantasy you've ever had in complete darkness and, most importantly, in complete anonymity. Privacy is ensured for all parties involved, be it customer or prostitute. So, how exactly would this site change the life trajectory of a single dad and a mere elementary school teacher? Read and find out in my SHINee Minho fanfic titled 'In the Dark'!

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The story and cover are original and my property. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. Jieun, the protagonist, is a made-up character.

SHINee members or any other famous people mentioned along this story DO NOT represent their true character in any way, they are simply mentioned in order to provide a visual representation for the readers. Their personas obviously have nothing to do with their true personalities. They're just characters I've created for this story, so please don't take this too seriously.

Mature content ahead. Lots of trigger warnings apply, so please read carefully.

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©storminsidemycore

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Chapter 1 - inthedark.com - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 2 - Take my breath away - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 3 - Always tired, but never of you - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 4 - Uncanny resemblance - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 5 - Babysitter duty - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 6 - The wine talking - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 7 - When our lips touch - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 8 - Letting go - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 9 - The virus - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 10 - Falling apart - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 11 - All fell down - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 12 - Somewhere I belong - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 13 - A night to remember - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 14 - A family - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 15 - A happy forever (Final Chapter) - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

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Thank you so much for reading.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Love,

Storm

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Masterlist

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★Fandoms and who I write for★

I will write for others if asked Ill write bls gls and more

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[robotalien]

can we all kill ourselves

[xotaemintol]

JONGTAE X BLACK FEM READER: “Persistence.”

“And I think we’re…in…too…deep…don’t wanna…pull out.”

Side note: Originally I was gonna make this a multiple part series because I really really liked the plot but, knowing me, I’ll probably only be able to get out one or two parts before I get frustrated and stuff, so for now, this is just really the set up, some smut. I really just wanted to put this out because I actually really like the idea and since I know I probably won’t be writing more for this, I don’t see a reason for it to collect dust, I really do want to write more for this, but for now, it’s just this. I hope you enjoy it despite it not being heavily detailed or not exactly perfect, the support is always greatly appreciated and so is the feedback🩷

TWS: Poly relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, and a bunch of kissing (not very detailed smut).

PRONOUNS USED: None (Fem reader)

Plot: After turning them down and ignoring their flirting, Jonghyun and Taemin persist after claiming to have fallen in love with you at first sight. After a long game of cat and mouse, they’ve finally gotten you where they want you, and see to it that they please you before you leave for a long business trip in America.

Persistent. They just wouldn't back down like all the others did, usually when you turned idols down they'd give it one more shot before throwing in the towel. But Jonghyun and Taemin just wouldn't give it up, every time you denied their offer for breakfast, they'd suggest brunch instead, you already ate? Then lunch instead? Not hungry? What about a movie? No? What about shopping instead at 3 o'clock? It seemed that for your every no or excuse you had, they had another option, while at first, it was slightly annoying being pestered by the two men despite your obvious disinterest, their flirting started growing on you quickly. Before you knew what was happening you were talking to them every day, even if you were at work, if they sent a text you’d stop in the middle of a sentence just to respond, so much so, that everyone in the office wondered who you could be talking to and bugged you about details on who the lucky guy was that managed to catch your attention.

Although you were assuring everyone that it was nothing and that you'd stop talking in days, you were cheesing at your phone with that love glow clear in your complexion. After no longer than seven months their flirting and consistency had broken you down, you just couldn't get enough of them and you couldn't get why. Unlike every other time you were in a relationship or situationship, you were missing out on company dinners and even prioritizing the amount of time you spent with them. When they first noticed they teased you about it as they recalled the way you rolled your eyes at their compliments and left them on read for hours at a time, all of it made you wonder why they were so relentless, so you asked.

“Why didn't you give up when I first turned you down anyway?” At first, they both seemed embarrassed to answer, but it quickly changed. “Would you give up if you fell in love at first sight?” You laughed at Jonghyun’s answer but stopped as you realized that he was serious. “Fell in love at first sight?” You asked yourself mentally, “How could he be so reckless?” You still couldn't help but smile though, you found it cute even if it wasn't exactly true. “Well, what about you Taemin?” you asked. Just as Jonghyun did Taemin hesitated and smiled at you shyly, his cheeks turning pink as he looked away from you and said: “You’d fall in love if you saw the way you looked at me too…” You could only sit baffled by their responses, “How can they both be so reckless?!” You sighed and smiled at them because even though you looked annoyed, you were actually swooning over the loving and wholesome looks in their eyes. “Well, that's very cute and super sweet,” You said as you crossed your legs under the table, “But no way is that why you both ignored me ignoring you.”

Their lack of response that day after you said that made it clear that they were serious, you couldn't deny it anymore after that. The two hopeless romantics had fallen in love at first sight and there was no getting away from them, no matter how much you pretended to be annoyed by them or their flirting. Especially since you were starting to fall so quickly for them both, while part of you fought with yourself for being interested in two men at once and for being so careless and ignoring your policy about dating idols, every other part was buzzing with joy with every text, call, and date. Things were going so perfectly too since they had never once tried to make a move on you, so you didn't feel like they were just two strange K-pop idols who wanted to try their luck with a black woman. But even after all the time you were spending together, neither of them had taken the next step and asked you to be their girlfriend, you didn’t want to be too upset about it but with an upcoming business trip that would last for six months, you wanted to leave on a high and come back to your two favorite boys smothering you even more than they usually would.

You had a month to prepare for the trip and you spent every day after work with them, every chance they got to make it official they seemed to miss or hesitate and you were starting to worry that they might never try making it official, so after work when Jonghyun picked you up you finally told him about the trip and decided to tell Taemin when you got to his house since you were already on your way there.

“Six months? How far are you going?” He asked, you sighed and leaned back against the leather seat with your legs crossed underneath the blanket he had thrown over you, “I'll be in America.” You said, for a quick second he glanced at you as he processed what you had said. His reaction was exactly what you were expecting, “Why didn't you tell us sooner?! What are we supposed to do while you're gone?!” The worry in his voice felt oddly warm, you weren't used to it, but it felt nice to see him get upset about it. After explaining that you'd be able to talk to them every day Jonghyun could only sigh and complain about missing you already. When you finally got to Taemin’s house Jonghyun immediately dropped his composure and told Taemin that you were trying to leave them. As Taemin walked around the counter with a shocked expression he asked the same thing that Jonghyun did; “Why didn't you tell us sooner?! What are we supposed to do while you're gone?!” Again, that panicked reaction made you smile, that strange warm feeling in your stomach as they both stood in front of you asking you a million and one questions made you secretly swoon.

“I guess we have no choice…” Jonghyun said, Taemin sighed and looked at him as if he were asking if he was sure or not, to which Jonghyun nodded with a disappointed expression on his face. “What is it?” You asked getting curious. Taemin said nothing and went into the living area, while Jonghyun stood in front of you and held your hands lovingly. “We wanted to wait till next month to do this because we weren't sure if it was too soon to ask or not.” Your hands began to sweat, the way he looked into your eyes made your knees feel weak and your heart started to pound. “Are they finally gonna ask?” You fought back a smile as you feigned an annoyed expression and raised your eyebrows, “What? You gonna ask if I'll finally say yes to going to breakfast with you?” You asked jokingly to soothe your anxious feelings, but Jonghyun’s gentle and nervous smile didn't help you fight the nerves at all, in fact, it only made it worse since he's usually so relaxed around you, this sudden 180 was making you anticipate even more what might they ask.

But nothing could've prepared you for when Taemin came back with a gift bag in your favorite color and a cute bear with a heart and card in the middle. How cheesy. You laughed as he handed them to you with an uneasy expression on his red face, “It's been some years since we've done something like this…so we didn't know how to do it,” Taemin said as he stood beside Jonghyun. You couldn't deny how cute it was that he was admitting that they hadn't dated in years, especially since you've been the way. That shyness only made them more charming in that moment. “It's hard for us both to ask at the same time,” Jonghyun said, “But, will you be our girlfriend?” Never in your entire life had such a wholesome question given you such intense butterflies, how could you say no? After denying your feelings for so long, you were finally giving in as you smiled and nodded your head and said; “Yes.” You could visibly see the relief wash over them as you did, they both sighed happily and laughed as you sat the bag and bear down on the kitchen counter. “What? Did you think I'd say no?”

After just a week of officially dating, you only had three days left to spend in South Korea before you had to leave for work. Luckily, you had those three days off so you planned to spend all of them with both of your loving and clingy boyfriends. The first day was spent with them taking you to different places you had declined to go to before, and the second was spent with you taking them to places you loved going alone, in those two days the three of you were sharing parts of yourself that had been hidden for years, the way you all seemed to fit so perfectly together made you fall deeper. As the day was ending on the second day they suggested that you stay out with them just a little longer, which you begrudgingly agreed to while knowing feel and well that you’d just end up at one of their houses, and you were right, at 7 o’clock you ended up sandwiched between them on Taemin’s sofa with both of them holding your hands as you watched a movie Jonghyun had picked.

For a while the moment was wholesome, but somehow, it turned when you felt a wandering hand slip out of your own and rest on top of your thigh. Of course, Jonghyun was the first to make a move, but you didn’t acknowledge it until you felt his fingertips inching further up your bare thigh. All it took was a glance that lasted just a second too long for the two of you to begin inching closer and closer until your lips finally met, for the first time, you understood why people liked kissing so much. The feeling of his soft lips against yours as you leaned back against Taemin gave you such a strong feeling of passion that you had never experienced before, he was slow and gentle, the way his tongue so softly slipped between your lips made your back arch as you moaned quietly into his mouth. The moment you had pulled away from Jonghyun to catch your breath, Taemin was pulling you in for a kiss as well. The way that his lips moved against yours said anxious, he kissed you as if he had been dying of thirst his entire life.

Taemin's soft lips were hot to the touch, and the feeling of his tongue against yours made you squeeze your thighs together as his hand slid up to your face to hold you closer. As Taemin did this you could feel Jonghyun positioning himself between your legs, the feeling made you jump and as you felt his warm lips on your soft skin you pulled away from Taemin and quickly stopped him with a nervous and breathless laugh, saying in a shaky voice; “It…It’s getting late…maybe I should go…before we get carried away…” As you said this they both smiled at you, as Jonghyun kissed the inside of your thigh Taemin kissed the side of your neck. Just feeling them on two different ends made you melt into the soft sofa as you bit your lip, you didn’t want to leave, but you felt so excited that you thought if they kept going you’d turn into a wild animal. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” Taemin whispered in your ear, chills shot down your spine as your back arches. “What’s the point in holding ourselves back when we only have you for a few more hours?” Jonghyun asked. The sound of his sweet voice made your whole body tingle with excitement, somehow, in the blink of an eye your clothes were scattered out on the floor and as Jonghyun’s tongue dove in between your delicate folds, Taemin kissed you until your lips were sore.

Your fingers tangled in Jonghyun's hair as you struggled to breathe with Taemin’s tongue in your mouth, it felt like you were floating, with every flick of their tongue, caress of their fingers, and short breath you were excelling higher and higher into pure bliss. It didn’t even take more than ten minutes for that earth-shattering climax to start creeping up on you, and they could tell by the way your body trembled, the sweat on your body made your brown skin glisten as you pulled away from Taemin and gasped for air. The way your voice became louder and higher in pitch was telling enough for them, neither of them wanted to stop until you had finally reached that peak, so to ensure that you’d get the sweet release you had so rightfully deserved, Jonghyun slipped two fingers inside of you carefully and let Taemin use his to massage circles on your clit.

“Oh god!” You cried out in pleasure as you threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly, nothing had ever felt so good, the pleasure was so great, and your body was starting to crumble as you moved your hips against their hands while struggling to keep up with their movements. “That’s it, baby, let it out.” The sound of Jonghyun’s honey-like voice only made you feel wetter, it made you need him more and the way that he angled them made that desire unbearable. “You’re such a pretty girl, are you gonna cum for us darling?” You nodded your head at Taemin’s question and looked at him, your eyes were glossed over as your face contorted with pleasure, just looking into his eyes made that feeling double inside of you. And as they both sped up you were falling apart at the seams, your excitement pooled onto the sofa and your body tensed up despite the relaxing and yet intense feeling of an orgasm washing over you.

“Oh, such a good girl.” Jonghyun praised, “You did such a good job baby, you came so fast.” You melted at his compliments as he pulled his fingers away slowly, still feeling aroused you pulled him closer and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips made the experience feel so sensual, you knew then that you couldn’t just stop there. So as you pulled away and they got up to help you get cleaned up you stopped them, with both of them now standing you got on your knees in front of them both, still fully naked and dripping with lust as your eyes flickered between them both. Before they could say anything you asked asked in a tone so unbelievably beautiful; “Can we keep going?”

[jjongstangerine]

Jjongs excited..^^

[mymoodwriting]

2.1k, yandere, car accident, amnesia, stalking, drugs, kidnapping, restraints, chains (@starillusion13)

“I know this place…”

Minho wandered the streets every night, finding himself following the same path over and over again. He’d always wind up at this bar, stumbling in, drunk on memories and pain. He was haunted by the past, by his lover. This was a place they’d frequent together, and he’d always come here looking for them. He’d confuse the girls around for his lover, and that would always get him into trouble. Every night he’d be dragged out and beaten, but that never discouraged him from going back there and looking for the one he loved.

Every day he lived in a nightmare. He lost his lover in a car accident, but he’s still looking for them. This night was like no other. Minho was making his way over to the bar when something caught his eyes. There was a girl looking around the area, she seemed a bit lost, but in his mind that was her, the one he had lost. Without a second thought he ran over and hugged the girl, holding her tight, afraid to let go. Of course she squirmed beneath him until she got free. Now that he was close Minho would realize this wasn’t who he was looking for, but he was caught off guard seeing the girl’s face. She looked just like his lost love.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Do I know you?” The girl asked. “I-”

“No. I just thought you looked like someone I knew.”

“Oh… sorry…”

“I’m sorry… I’ll be leaving now…”

Minho offered a quick smile and stepped away. He knew he was chasing a ghost, but those little moments when he thought he saw them again, they could spark such peace in his heart. That simple hug, thinking it was someone, it eased his worries, even if only for a second. As he walked away he could still feel the warmth of the embrace, deluding himself into believe it was-

“Y/n!”

Minho stopped dead in his tracks, feeling his heart sink. Hearing your name brought so much to the surface that it overwhelmed him. Tears built up in his eyes, and a tightening was felt in his chest. He looked back at the doppelganger, only to see another familiar face by their side. A friend of their deceased beloved. Without realizing Minho was already walking back over, confronting the pair.

“Alya.”

“Uh…”

The strange gentlemen that had hugged you moments before came back, and was speaking to your friend. The fact he knew their name, you figured they were acquainted somehow, but Alya didn’t seem happy to see him.

“You called her y/n, why?”

“Who… who are you again?”

The stranger suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled up the sleeve, revealing a scar you had. He traced his fingers over it for a moment before you managed to free yourself from his grip, rolling down your sleeve.

“It’s you… you’re y/n…”

“Do… do I know you?” You mumbled. “I… I was in a car accident recently… it caused amnesia and-”

“That’s enough.” Alya covered your mouth. “We should be going, it is late.”

Alya kept your mouth covered, offering the stranger a fake smile and trying to move away, but he grabbed her arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was alive!” Minho yelled. “All this time…”

“How dare you!” Alya snapped. “You’re the reason there was an accident in the first place! I may not have all the details, but you and y/n were fighting that night and she left you! She was driving under duress and called me, trying to explain things when I heard the crash…”

“You-”

“Don’t put this on me, Minho! You didn’t reach out either. You were there that night, you saw her laying on the ground and bleeding, yet you walked away, believing her to be dead. She’s better off without you.”

Alya tried to walk away again with you, but Minho wasn’t going to let you leave that easily. Although soon enough a group of men saw the scene and intervened, pulling Minho away from you both. They threw him to the ground and started kicking him. You wanted to stop them but Alya held you back and pulled you away from the scene. All you could do was watch and hear how the men had repeatedly told Minho not to come around here and harass girls. When you got to Alya’s car you couldn’t help but ask.

“Who was he? Minho? Is he an ex of mine?”

“The worst of it. Don’t worry about him, he was awful, and you don’t owe him anything.”

“But-”

“Y/n, he nearly got you killed. It’s better you don’t remember him.”

A lot had changed for you in what felt like an instant. So much of your life was just gone, but you knew that couldn’t hold you back. This place felt like a ghost town. Everywhere you went, everywhere you looked, you felt some faded connection. The doctor had told you that your head trauma from the crash caused your amnesia, and that it was unlikely for you to recover your memories. With all that in mind you figured it was best to move somewhere else, to start over and build your life. 

You still planned to keep in touch with Alya. She was there for you when you woke up, and stayed by your side throughout all your recovery. She admitted that she’d miss having you so close, but she understood your need to find yourself. You still wondered about that ex you ran into, but you knew you couldn’t dwell on the past if you wanted to move forward. You were starting a new chapter in your life after all.

🖤

Minho was still stuck in a routine, but things had changed. He was no longer searching for the ghost of you, but for the one he had lost. After that night he was just focused on finding where you had disappeared to. His best bet was to wait by your friend’s house, surely you would show up, and from there he could find out where you were. It took him days of waiting before he got to see you again. He had to hold himself back from running over to you and embracing you in a hug. Now was not the time.

When you went into your friend’s house he snuck over to your car, placing a tracker on it and going back to wait. Once you came out of the house he had to hold himself back again. As you pulled off into the street he carefully followed you, discovering where you were now. He could see that you moved out of town to a neighboring one. You lived in a small apartment building, and it put his mind at ease knowing where you were now. So he’d spend the days watching you, seeing how you went about your life. You seemed happy, and seeing you smile again made him remember the past.

He thought back to all the time the two of you spent together. Your death made him feel an indescribable guilt, but this was a second chance. Not just for him to make things right, but another chance for the both of you. After some time of watching you, he decided to approach.  You’d go to the farmers market about once a week, and that’s where he’d run into you. He was nervous, but he knew he just had to be himself. Although he did have to encourage himself multiple times to say something or else lose out on speaking with you.

“��ha… hi…”

“Hm? Oh, hello there.”

“I… uh… I’m-”

“Minho?”

“Yes. My name is Minho.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“I know- I mean, it’s nice to meet you.” Minho offered his hand, which you took. “How… uh… how have you been?”

“I’m doing alright. Still adjusting, but the hard part of my journey seems to be over.”

“I’m glad you made a full recovery.”

“Thank you.”

“Could I… uh… would you like some coffee?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Minho had no problem following you around the market, helping you with your bags and picking out fruits and vegetables. It was nice to be together, it felt like old times, like nothing had changed.

“How have you been?” You asked.

“Me? Uh… I’ve been doing okay, doing my best.”

“You should take better care of yourself too.”

“What?”

“Your face.”

“Ah, I’m alright, no need to worry.”

Minho helped you get your bags to your apartment. He only got a small peek into your apartment though.

“Get home safe.”

“Ah, thank you.”

He was sad that you didn’t invite him in, but he could also understand that. Still, he wasn’t gonna just let you go, so he’d watch you from afar. It wasn’t until some days later that he approached you again. He offered you some flowers, your favorites, and you took them with a smile on your face.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.”

“I thought I’d come around to see how you were doing.”

“I appreciate it. I’m doing alright, and you?”

“Better.”

“I can see. Your face doesn’t look so bad anymore.”

“Yeah… I was wondering if I could treat you to a meal.”

“Uh, thank you, but I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” You explained. “I’m trying to move forward with my life and make my own path. You’re someone from my past, and also the reason my present is this way. I don’t know what happened, but the old me left you, and now we’re here. I’m sorry, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped coming around. I don’t have a connection with you anymore.”

“But I-”

“It’s weird having you here since I know no one told you where I was. I won’t call the police, but all I ask is that you leave. Please.”

“I… uh… I understand… sorry…”

🖤

Minho stared down at his wedding ring, remembering that fateful night. He could still hear the yelling in his head, but it was all muffled. That was the night he had proposed, but you didn’t seem ready for that step. You ran away and he could only think to chase you down. He thought he could talk to you, and instead he witnessed the crash, getting into an accident himself. He thought it was all over like a fool, but he had a second chance now, and he wasn’t going to ruin it. Although he had to take matters into his own hands.

He kept his distance as you had asked, watching you from afar and seeing how you lived your life. Just as he had his routine, you seemed to have yours. A way to keep you grounded and moving forward. Once he had a good idea when to make his move he stepped into action. While you were away he broke into your apartment. It was pretty empty as he had expected, you didn’t have much to start over with. Now all he had to do was wait for you. In theory you shouldn’t be gone for long, but any minute apart from you felt like an eternity.

Eventually when he heard you returning he hid, watching you in silence. You put down your grocery bags, starting to take everything out when you heard the floor creak. You looked around, but there was no one. It was probably just the apartment, so you paid it no mind. Then you suddenly felt a hand around your throat, and a rag was over your mouth. You breathed in a strange scent and started feeling dizzy. The edges of your vision were turning black and you felt your strength leaving you. Fear was eating you up, and it consumed you just as the darkness did.

When you regained consciousness your head was still spinning, but you were also worried. Nothing around you looked familiar, and this place was really dark. As you tried to get up you felt something cold against your leg, reaching over and finding a chain. You were really starting to worry, and then you heard a door open. You moved away from the sound, finding your back against a wall and pulling your knees up to your chest. Then you saw a hauntingly familiar face approach you.

“Please… please let me go… I won’t tell anyone…”

“I’m sorry. I know you said you wanted nothing to do with me anymore, but I can’t give up on this so easily. I know you can remember again, or we can just start over and do things right. Either way, I am not losing you again.”

“…”

“I didn’t like how I felt without you. It’s not right. I’m always going to chase you, so let’s try this again.”

[0rgell]

Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

Masterlist

Pairing: Taemin (SHINee) x OC (Story is written in 2nd person)

Genre: Explicit, angst

Word Count: 3.2k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Taemin's been so busy with his comebacks and you're annoyed at Taemin for accidentally locking Ddaeng in the bathroom all day. He doesn't take your annoyance well, but he makes up for it in the morning. Basically, smut with a little plot.

I'm back with a one shot, finally! It's been a while since I've posted anything but here we are~.

I do not own Taemin or his cats and this is just fiction.

I've got some stories in the making that are coming along well, so I hope everyone looks forward to them🌸

I'd like to thank @skzhocomments for being my beta reader (she's got really good stories).

Please enjoy!

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Lovesickness

Taemin’s been working so hard for his next comeback and so hard it seems as if he’s forgotten about you. You watch him as he comes back every day and chucks himself into bed and then you watch him leave in the morning after having a shower. As much as you love him, you hate being forgotten but you don’t want to get in between him and his work. It’s always been like that. And you would lose against his work anyway. It’s his life. You once asked him if he lives to work or works to live and he did not say the latter. The balance is unhealthy and his work is his priority at the moment so you just have to wait and try not to get pissed off. But you feel neglected in every way possible. You still remember his last solo comeback and the stress from it, Never Gonna Dance Again : Act 2 and then he went to the military. You were so excited for him to come back home and spend time with you. You missed him so much that it felt like hell. But SM got more of him than you have in years because then there was Hard and now there's Guilty. And you feel guilty for wanting him to stop working on it and just come and smother you in affection.

You feel stupid for not having noticed it earlier, for being so close-minded that you had observed the life of being with an idol only superficially. If you had known, then you doubt you would have rejected Taemin’s advances or his proposal anyway, but you wish you knew what you were getting yourself into from the get-go. He had a way to charm; he was cheeky and cute and his smile had this boyish charm to it. Now he’s like a brick wall, unsociable, and everything you say to him only receives one word answers. You never know if he’s actually listening to you and it frustrates you to no end.

The look Kkong gives you and the nudge of her head tells you to get out of your head and feed her. Because you may as well be the catsitter, the amount of communication you get from Taemin. So you do. You get up, grab the cat's food bowls and walk into the kitchen. As you open the cupboard, you let out a long sigh, grabbing the wet food and emptying it into the bowls. Kkong is already at your feet so you bend down and let her eat as you run your hand along her body. Ddaeng is nowhere to be seen so you call out for him and when he doesn’t come, you worry. You put the food bowl down on the side and start walking around the apartment, calling his name frantically like a lunatic. When you get to the bedroom, you hear a muffled meow from the bathroom so you open it quickly. Ddaeng is sat there looking up at you and you swear you’re going to kill Taemin. You left before him today because you had extra work to catch up on. So that means Ddaeng’s been stuck in the bathroom all day. You bend down to pick up your baby and talk to him, telling him it’s okay and then walk to the kitchen with him in your arms, popping him down on the counter and letting him eat on there. He deserves it after the day he had.

You sit back down on the sofa and turn on the TV, staring at it completely immersed in thought and you just can’t believe Taemin had locked Ddaeng in the bathroom. You stew on it and get angrier and angrier, minutes of stewing turn into hours and during that time, Kkong and Ddaeng come and busy themselves in your lap. The sound of the door pin being inserted and the door opening catches your attention. Taemin comes in silence and ignores you, walking straight to the bedroom after he changed his shoes to slippers.

You turn off the TV and grab both cats, one under each arm, earning a squeak from Kkong, which you are quick to apologise for. Taemin is already face planted on the bed, clothes unchanged: messy hair, which is now brown and long, one slipper hanging on for its dear life, a white wrinkled t-shirt with sweat stains from dancing, and grey joggers—joggers that left nothing to the imagination—and you just couldn’t help but stare and then tell yourself off for thinking things that were so not appropriate for your mood. Blinking in disbelief, you walk over to the bed and sit down, letting the babies free as they prance over to Taemin. You can’t help but call them traitors in your head. “Taemin?” you say, trying to take the edge off your voice.

He lifts his head only slightly before making a grunt and lazily stretching his hand out to pet the cat. You smile, hoping the lingering side-eye you give him warns of best behaviour. “Ddaeng was stuck in the bathroom all day.” You tell him, trying to swallow down the venom that is coating your tongue.

“Why?”

Inexplicable fury blooms in your chest. "YOU—" You need to calm down if you want this conversion to go anywhere. “You trapped him in there. I know you don’t care about me, but you could at least care about the cats!”

He sighs. “He’s fine, though.” Taemin's apathetic behaviour irritates you and a scream is threatening to come out, clawing its way up your throat. You hold it in and put your head in your hands at wit’s ends.

"Still, you need to be responsible. He’s a cat, not a human. If he’s stuck, he can’t get out, and he could have hurt himself trying.” You say reproachfully, stuck on the fact that he won’t just say sorry and that he won’t do it again.

Taemin sits up suddenly and shoots you a glare, brat, and he walks off to the bathroom. You hear him turn on the water and brush his teeth and you can’t get over the fact that he just walked off and glared at you. Taemin has always been like this; he always sulks when being told off and never takes responsibility for his actions. At first, you thought it was cute. He’d pout and pout and wrinkle his nose until you let it go without an apology. But you got sick of it soon because he wouldn’t let it go if it was the other way around. Whatever, you also need to brush your teeth, so you follow, and when you get in the bathroom, you open your mouth to tell him to give your tooth brush, but he cuts you off, starting harshly, “Stop going on about it. I just want to go to sleep. Just-ease up.” ending tiredly.

So you say nothing and somehow your heart clenches and you feel it throbbing. through your body resonating in your chest and you think you heard it crack. No, it is just the toothpaste lid. Taemin’s gotten your tooth brush and put a pea of toothpaste on it. He shoves it into your hand and you start brushing your teeth mechanically, like a robot. But, even after brushing your teeth, you still have a bitter taste lingering in your mouth.

When you’re both done, neither of you speak and you both get into bed, turning away from each other like a brick wall has been put up. It fucking hurts. It hurts more to cry. More, because Taemin knows. He can hear each breath as it's hiccuped out of your chest, and if you tried to hold it, he’d listen to your silence instead, and in the end, maybe you would explode all over him. You can’t hold this in forever. You can’t feel neglected forever and never say anything; maybe you’re just being dramatic. But still, it hurts.

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In the morning, you’re woken up by lazy, clumsy kisses peppered all over your face. You barely open your eyes, squinting at the light coming through the bedroom window. You squirm and try to turn over, still upset over last night but Taemin’s hand on your waist stops you and pulls a squeak out of your mouth and you’re slammed back on your back after not getting very far out at all. He pushes himself up against your side, flush against you, and you can feel him.

His peppered kisses turn into sloppy, wet, open-mouthed ones, trailing down your neck as his hand carefully pulls up your top and trails his hand over your stomach, humming into your neck in delight. Your body is flushing hot with arousal; you have missed Taemin. Every part of him—his virility, his soft lips, and his dick. It has been so long; you felt like a nun living in celibacy.

He nibbles lightly on the skin of your collarbone before licking a stripe up your neck and nibbling on your ear. His hand travels down to your heat and he chuckles and takes his hand out of the equation. “Wet already? Did you dream of me.” Smug and confident, he whispered it in your ear. And you can’t speak completely under his spell, heart pounding, with no coherent sentences ready to be formed.

When he finally detaches from your neck, he’s on his next conquest, mouthing all around your breasts, sucking, and biting, and you find it hard to stay still. You squirm and writhe but he holds you still, hands on your hips so brusingly tight. He looks up, lust and hunger in his gaze and smirks. He finds it so funny. Taemin loves teasing you; he treats it like a sport when he can. He gets back to work and lays his tongue flat on your nipple, licking a line and then twirling his tongue around it, his teeth barely nipping. And you whine, jutting your hips up, wanting some release for your core—something to fill you up hot and heavy.

Taemin bathes in the sounds you make; he loves hearing them so he rewards you with a kiss so soft compared to the grip he has on you and you want more; you need to feel that connection. You wonder if you’re the only one whos been sexually frustrated because somehow Taemin is fine apart from his throbbing boner, hot and hard on the side of your thigh, a type of self-control that is inexplicable. You cry out, wanting more of his lips on yours so you reach for his long hair and yank it slightly, unsure if he’d like it. However, you’re pleasantly surprised when he lets out a low growl and his pupils expand. You marvel in amazement.

“So needy,” Taemin tutted and bent down, nipping on your bottom lip and dipping the tip of his tongue between your lips and you relish in his mouth, nibbling and sucking on his top lip and letting out a deep, content breath out of your nose. Your fingers slide in deeper, tangling in his soft, messy hair, surrounding them in his hair and jerking lightly, making the erection between his legs throb against your thigh. You feel like you are in a daze, eyes closed, lips moving lazily against Taemin’s.

Taemin moves away from the kiss and slides his hand into your pyjama shorts and he slowly circles around your clit, sending white heat all over. You move your hands from his hair and grab Taemin's shirt; you know not to interrupt his teasing, your hands twisted up and twisting up further in the white cloth as he uses his other hand to fill your mouth with his fingers, making you moan and your eyes roll back. Taemin loves watching you; he loves voyeurism; he gets off on it; he loves videoing, making sex tapes only to watch them over and over on tour, getting lost in your sounds, face, and body. He once told you that you’re face was perfect for porn. You were offended at first but he explained that you look ethereal while he’s ploughing you in.

Taemin dips his fingers down and teases your hole, dipping in and out of it as you nibble on his finger, wanting him to speed up. But he didn't; instead, he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, pressing on the back of your tongue, making you gag, and pulling a deep breathy chuckle from Taemin’s lips. “Calm down,” he demands, with a smile playing on his lips. He is so cruel, but you can’t lie and say it doesn’t get you off. He slips his finger into your hole, finding that spongy flesh and fingering in and out, hitting the right spot over and over as his thumb rubs circles around your clit. Then another finger inside you, in and out.

“Please,” you beg, pulling Taemin’s top over his head and losing him for a second. He smirks at you and pulls his boxers off.

Before you knew what was going on, Taemin had pulled his fingers out, pulled your shorts off, and grabbed your hips as he bent your legs and as he settled down into you, a string of curses and a deep grunt fell out of his mouth as he closed his eyes for a second, letting the feeling take over his body. The feeling was almost too intense, electricity sprialing from your feet to your head, your thoughts clouded, and your pussy desperately begging for some movement as you clenched around him. Taemin seemed to know what you wanted, his hips rolling in one swift motion, thighs pressing against your arse, and his short fingernails lightly scratching over your skin as his fingers dug in.

“I missed you,” Taemin groaned lowly as you gaze at his dick, appearing and disappearing inside of you again and again, the view being the most pleasurable thing you have seen in a while. You have spent so much time watching porn in the past few months that you feel overwhelmed to see a real dick going in and out of you, toes curling into the sheets as you try to not cum straight away.

“You too,” you manage to mumble in a half moan, voice trembling, hands clawing Taemin’s back as you want him deeper inside you. Taemin tries not to let you have your way, but seeing you move so sensually, lifting your hips to try and get him in deeper, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, eyes hazy and glazed, and strands of hair falling into your face and sticking slightly as small beads of sweat have started forming at your hairline. It makes it hard for him to keep the pace slow.

You have to admit that the sight of Taemin is very appealing—the best view you ever had the honour of seeing. His back feels very soft and taut beneath your palms, making you want to continue touching him, explore the lines of muscles and relearn his body all over again.

“You said I don’t care about you. Do you feel cared for now?” Taemin teases as he takes his dick out of you and before you can whine, he pushes his dick back into your entrance and snaps his hips into you suddenly making you breathless and sending prickles of heat through your body. You run your tongue over your body lip, feeling dry from marvelling up at Taemin because he looks so good right now—golden skin droplets of sweat falling down his face, beautifully catching at his philtrum, making you want to lick it. Such a strong carnal urge takes over you as you grab the back of his head and pull him down into a kiss, not wanting to listen to him talk any more.

Taemin lifts your legs up to his shoulders, making an amazing deepness hitting that spot over and over again. The angle is nearly too much for you, as Taemin leans from the kiss and starts playing with your clit, making you clench around him and earning a groan, sending you off a cliff. You can feel Taemin’s weight inside you; his thrusts are getting more intense and sharp, building up, pushing you down into the mattress; the pressure inside you is building up and the muscles in your abdomen are contracting. Your brain is not functioning fully under the influence of arousal and Taemin. You can feel your orgasm about to come crashing, heart pounding insanely in your chest, feeling like it was about to crack a rib.

Your head lolling back, eyes closed so you don’t have to see how erotic Taemin looks, and your spine arching, welcoming Taemin in deeper as the pressure builds up, coiling, and you’re so close, heavily panting, your nails scratching at his back as you try and take the pounding.

Taemin’s groans and teasing words rolling like waves straight to your core, as he speeds up faster chasing his own orgasm, you take your hands and grab the sheets as he’s pounding you up the bed and white stars flashed behind your eyes as you came undone. Taemin’s relentless pounding didn’t stop; instead, he groans as you tighten and spasm under him, letting out helpless cries and he rides you out on your orgasm. “Look at me,” he instructs, his voice so gruff and demanding that you can’t help but oblige. He whispers dirty, sweet nothings, and then his orgasm hits him hard as his body tenses up, mouth parted open, moans falling out, and his forehead creases, making him look so beautiful and fucked out as sweat drips down his golden chest and his slightly pink face glows in the sun that is cascading through the window.

He clings to you, laboured breaths hitting your lips, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes so glassy as he looks into your eyes lovingly. “I love you,” he laughs lowly and pulls you towards him, his tongue slowly licking along your bottom lip and then giving you a proper kiss. The kiss is sweet. Taemin places his hand on your cheek as he pulls himself out, sending shivers down your spine and pulling staggered moans from him.

He lays down next to you and pulls your head to play on his chest as you listen to his heart pounding. You look up at him. “I love you too, but what was that for?” you ask cheekily.

“I’m sorry for being a dick; you know what I get like during a comeback but it doesn’t mean you should get used to it. I’ll try and get better, more tolerable, and treat you better. Also, where is your engagement ring?” He apologises and stokes strands of hair out of your face.

“Your maid took it off while cleaning,” You tell him, insinuating that you are his maid, which, he doesn’t find funny. He pouts so you press up on one of your hands to get closer to his face and press a soft kiss to his lips as you say, “I hope you do. What time is it, by the way?”

He stretches his arm out and grabs his phone, checking the time: “five-forty-five.”

Your eyes pop out of your head as you moan, “I could have been sleeping; why’d you get me up so early?"

“You weren’t moaning about the time ten minutes ago," he tells you and you can't help but laugh at him and snuggle into his chest as he strokes your hair.

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