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Up in the Air; onjongtae; nc-17

Taemin’s friendship with Jinki has been strained for months. When Jinki ditches their evening plans once again without explanation, Taemin follows him to see what Jinki had abandoned him for. He finds Jinki in the arms of a charming air pirate named Jonghyun—and after a few rounds of drinks, finds their relationship even more intriguing than it had first appeared.

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I started this a few months back when I started replaying Skies of Arcadia. Consider it part of my ‘revisiting the setting of old unrated JRPGs with the Digital Devil Saga inspired fic. ^^ This has always been one of my favorite RPG settings. Though it can be a bit cheesy, it’s wholesome and fun.

I want to apologize/prewarn that this may be pretty low-quality, but hopefully isn’t confusing or riddled with too many errors. I didn’t really have anyone to beta it so I did the proofreading myself, even though I’m terrible at that. Whether or not hammocks can actually be used the way they are in this fic, I have no idea, but I prioritized horniness over physics here.

There is a bit of a hanging ending because I have a semi-complete plot for this verse, though I don’t know if I’ll revisit it since I’m busy with original things. So the open/kinda sad ending here is definitely not the ‘real’ one. Since this is a oneshot, I’ve gone ahead and put the full fic below the cut.

Taemin ran a thumb along the cork of the wine bottle in his lap.

Jinki should’ve shown up by now. This afternoon, Taemin had been late for his daily briefing from the Valuan Armada because he’d slipped away to remind Jinki of their plans. There was no chance Jinki could have forgotten, and it wasn’t as if their plans required any preparations. They were going to meet for drinks and cards after dinner. That was all Taemin had asked for.

And yet, despite all Taemin’s reminders, the plan had fallen through. Taemin set the bottle down on the table hard enough to rattle the still-empty glasses. When was the last time they’d gotten to spend time alone? Months ago?

With every day his mother got older, the court circled closer to him, desperate for some sort of connection before the Empress died and his ass was permanently cemented on the throne. Nobles that had ignored him for years, thinking their efforts at winning favor were better spent on his mother, now acted like his best friend. Taemin pretended not to notice and dismissed them as smoothly as he could. He didn’t want sycophants. If he was ever going to take advice, he wanted it to be from someone that had always been there for him.

Only he didn’t have someone like that anymore. That was becoming more and more apparent.

Tonight wasn’t the first time Jinki had snubbed him. For the past year, Jinki had withdrawn. They no longer shared tables at parties, no longer met in the Armada training yards to hone their swordplay or marksmanship, no longer sent each other suffering looks when an admiral decided to ruin an evening with inflated tales of the latest land they had conquered or air pirate they had apprehended.

Well. Taemin still sent Jinki looks—they just weren’t returned.

Taemin had tried to broach the distance between them. Surely, something had gone wrong to make their friendship to change so drastically. But every time he asked, Jinki would give him that damned glowing smile and insist things were the same—he was just tired, or busy, or distracted. Taemin would feel stupid for worrying and drop it, then feel stupid again once the evening was done and he returned to the royal wing with a knot in his chest.

He gave Jinki another quarter hour. The rapid-fire thwacks as Taemin shuffled his cards drowned out the unrelenting ticks of the grandfather clock, but his eyes never left it.

The quarter hour passed. Five more minutes, he told himself. Then one last shuffle, as if that were a unit of time.

His hands shook—with rage, hurt, or shame, he didn’t know—and when the two stacks of cards interlocked and bent, he misjudged their placement. The edges caught, sending the deck flying out the two neat stacks and across the table.

Taemin swore and stood, leaving the cards scattered.

The door of the lounge slammed behind him. He stomped towards the wing of the palace where Jinki spent most of his nights. Though his family had a mansion a short walk away in Upper City, they kept a suite at the palace, too. His mother and father were heavy enough drinkers that a closer place to crash after parties was prudent.

Taemin rapped a gloved hand against the door. The head servant of their palace staff answered, eyes widening when he recognized Taemin. The poor man wasn’t at fault for Jinki’s failure to appear, so Taemin tried to manage a smile.

“Good evening,” Taemin said. “I’m looking for Jinki. He was supposed to meet me in the Silver Moon lounge for drinks. Is he in there? Is it possible he’s gone to the wrong room for our meeting?”

“I’m sorry, your highness. I wasn’t aware he had a meeting with you. He’s left for the night.”

Taemin froze. “Left?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“And he didn’t tell you what for?”

The man shook his head. “I’m sure it must have been urgent, if he abandoned your appointment without speaking to you first.”

“I’m sure it was.” Taemin crossed his arms and scowled. If Jinki didn’t want to be friends with him any longer, the least he could do was say it. “Thanks for letting me know, at least.”

“Of course, your highness. I apologize again for his absence.”

The servant gave a hasty bow and shut the door with a too-loud click, no doubt eager to escape a pissed-off prince.

Taemin stared at the lacquered oak, then snapped out of his daze and paced the hall as he tried to decide what to do with another night alone. He stopped at one of the palace’s dozen balconies that looked over the grounds and squinted through the fog. Under the yellow moon and its constant storms, even wealth and magic weren’t enough to create the sort of lush and well-tended gardens royalty possessed in books. Instead, their status was displayed through fountains, statues, intricate marble pathways, and electric lamps to make up for the lack of natural color.

Though the rainfall was no more than a drizzle—a rarity—only a few figures strolled the grounds. Taemin propped an elbow against the window ledge and watched. The lights cast everything in a faint, murky yellow, but he could make out the black piping of a familiar coat at a distance.

His jaw flexed in anger. He’d recognize that stupid out of fashion garment anywhere.

Dashing down the stairs, he ran towards an exit that would put him closest to where he’d spotted Jinki.

He needed to see what was so damn important to make Jinki skip out on him.

The way out sent him past one of the palace’s dozen laundry rooms. He grabbed a plain outfit and rain cloak as he passed through, figuring a change of clothes would help him escape notice if he had to tail Jinki further out of the palace grounds.

Jinki’s pace was leisurely, and Taemin’s rush allowed him to catch up with Jinki just as he reached one of the lesser-used and lazily-guarded gates between the palace and the Upper City.

They both passed through without questions. When they reached a crowded strip of brightly-lit theatres, shops, and pubs, Taemin almost lost interest in his pursuit—what could be found in one opulent drinking place that wasn’t found in the palace?—but he continued to follow until Jinki ducked into an alleyway.

The alley was empty when Taemin rounded the corner. He swore, convinced that he’d lost Jinki, then spotted an open manhole cover. He approached the entrance slowly, nose wrinkling at the stink that emitted from inside. After waiting a minute to give Jinki a better lead, he climbed down the ladder.

Grabbing clothes turned out to be a brilliant idea. Taemin changed out of his dinner clothes as he walked along the dark tunnel, heart racing. Judging by its direction and slope, the tunnel led to the Lower City. The new clothes wouldn’t allow him to blend in perfectly, but at least they weren’t silk, and the cloak would cover most of it. He’d only have to worry about his boots.

Finally, he reached an end and another open manhole. Taemin climbed up, worried if he waited too long he’d lose Jinki in the unfamiliar streets above. When he emerged into another alley, all he had to do was step out onto the street to find Jinki again.

Taemin closed the distance between them. The constant rumble of thunder drowned out his heaviest footsteps, and even if Jinki turned, only half of the street lamps worked. The few that did flickered, switching the appearance of those passing beneath them from pallid to jaundiced on a whim. Only the periodic flash of lightning might give away his face, but Jinki never looked back.

They wound their way through the dirty streets of Lower City, until finally, Jinki approached one of the battered buildings that lined the stone-and-cement paths.

A pub.

Taemin let him enter alone. Why would Jinki come here? And why would he refuse to tell anyone about it? If he simply wanted to avoid Taemin or the other nobility and drink alone, it’d make sense, but the visit was hardly illicit. Plenty of nobles enjoyed visiting the Lower City for their less-than-legal affairs or an unrestrained night on the town. If Jinki enjoyed slumming it, Taemin couldn’t imagine why he’d keep it so secret.

One of the pub’s walls was half open, separated from an outside porch by a single counter. A tin veranda protected the crowd and tables that spilled outside from the steady rain. Most of the drinkers appeared to be workers, judging by the soot and ash that covered their arms and breeches. There were others—a few low-ranking soldiers and off-duty servants as well—but one table stood out amongst the rest.

The men and women seated there wore mismatched clothes, some in dresses, vests, scarves, and shirts. All were armed, visibly or otherwise. And each outfit had one thing in common: a touch of blue.

Blue Rogues. Pirates.

Taemin shifted his attention to the entry and exit of the pub and waited. If Jinki stayed inside, Taemin would have to go in to observe him and risk being noticed. Outside, he might have a chance.

After what felt like hours, Jinki reappeared under the veranda with an overflowing mug in hand. He moved through the crowd with ease and a clear destination: the table of Blue Rogues.

Taemin’s eyes widened. Surely, Jinki was meeting with someone Taemin didn’t see—someone behind the pirates and out of view, or some friend that had somehow gotten roped into their lively game of cards—but when Jinki arrived, the entire table of Blue Rogues cheered.

Jinki returned the greetings with half-hugs and laughter as he made his way around the table. Taemin watched, lips parted in shock, when Jinki finally stopped—and climbed into the lap of the eyepatched man at the head of it.

Heat raced to Taemin’s face. Oh, moons.

The man stole a kiss, then steered Jinki around by his hips to face the table and pressed a drink into his hand. The chatter and card games at the table resumed, though a few gazes lingered on the pair.

To Jinki, the whole event was plainly routine. He sipped from his mug, unbothered as the man— pirate�� beneath him ran a hand along his ribs.

Taemin weighed his next action. This certainly wasn’t what he expected to find after following Jinki. But if he went back to the palace, what was he going to do? Sleep like normal, as if Jinki hadn’t ditched him and snuck out that very night to fuck a Blue Rogue?

He’d never cared before who Jinki slept with. It wasn’t his business. But Jinki had made this particular man his business by abandoning their plans for this.

Taemin tightened his cloak around himself and marched into the pub.

Immediately, he felt out of place. No primly uniformed server came to greet him at the door and escort him to an exclusive table sectioned off from the others with velvet curtains. The ordering system here was cut-throat. Shouts for drinks and meals rose over the din, with the returned yell from staff shielded from the overflowing drinks and food scraps by only a dirtied apron.

Content to be ignored, Taemin wove through the crowded pub until he reached the door to the patio. He hovered at the threshold, hesitant—this might be his last chance to go unnoticed—and jumped when a man shoved past him.

“Watch it, kid,” the man grumbled. “You’re blocking the whole fucking door.”

Taemin righted himself just before he fell. His heart pounded. He was completely out of his element. But he wasn’t turning back now. Jinki would never expect him to appear here, and maybe that would be the shock the man needed to realize what an ass he’d been for the past few months.

He kept his chin high as he approached the Blue Rogues. If there was one thing he knew about that sort of pirate, it was that they respected confidence. He stopped beside Jinki and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Good evening, Jinki.”

Instantly, he regretted his choice of greeting. Half the table turned to him, some with snickers, some with only a raised brow or puckered lips in mockery of his Upper City accent.

He flushed, but refused to step back. Jinki took his time turning—the pirate under him had been lifting another drink to his lips, and he couldn’t move without spilling the ale all down his front. When Jinki finally managed to look at him, his eyes went wide, but any words remained stuck in his throat.

The eyepatched man took in Jinki’s shock and scanned Taemin, gaze lingering on Taemin’s unworn and well-made boots, before tightening a protective arm around Jinki’s waist. “A friend of yours?”

“Yes,” Jinki said, clipped. “What are you doing here?”

“I think I should be asking what you’re doing here. Or who.”

The pirate snorted. He set his drink aside and leaned around Jinki to extend a hand. “I’m Jonghyun. Captain. Good to meet you.”

“Jonghyun,” Taemin repeated, shocked out of his attention on Jinki. He shook Jonghyun’s hand out of instinct before thinking to refuse. “The son of Eunkyung The Legend?”

“That’s my mom.” Jonghyun gave a mocking salute. “I see you’re up to date on bounties.”

“Yes. Valua sets most of those bounties, and it’s exciting gossip for the nobility.”

“Which you’re one of, I assume—like Jinki. You have a name?”

“Taemin,” he said, and left it at that. Even if he didn’t want to hide who he was, titles felt inappropriate here.

“Taemin,” Jonghyun repeated. “As in...”

“As in the prince,” Jinki finished for him.

“Oh.” Jonghyun inspected Taemin for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to be bothered, before finally shrugging. “Do I still have to pay for your drinks, if you’re joining us as a guest?”

“I think there’s bigger things to worry about,” Jinki muttered, glancing back. He leaned towards Taemin, but Jonghyun’s arm snaked around his waist to stop him from leaving earshot. After a small sigh, Jinki continued anyway, voice low and pleading. “Please don’t tell anyone of this. I don’t care about my reputation, but I don’t want the armada or anyone else finding out that Jonghyun comes here. He could get hurt.”

“I won’t.” Taemin’s eyes kept flicking to where Jonghyun’s hand rested on Jinki’s thigh, keeping him balanced. “I’m not a snitch.”

Jinki’s lips remained a thin line. Jonghyun patted his leg in reassurance.

“I could handle myself even if he did tell the armada, Jinki. I’ve been doing this my whole life. Hell, half the ships we rob are Valuan armada airships. That’s how Blue Rogues work.”

“I know, but...”

“I’m not going to tell anyone,” Taemin emphasized. “I only wanted to see what you’re doing that’s so important. We had plans tonight. Or did you forget?”

Jinki flushed. “Jonghyun doesn’t get to visit often, so when I heard he was in town...”

“You ditched him?” Jonghyun interjected. “I’m flattered you wanted to see me so badly, but that’s awfully rude of you.”

Jinki buried his face in his hands. “Years of etiquette lessons, and I’m getting lectured on manners by a pirate...”

“You could have at least told me something came up, so I didn’t have to hear some vague excuse from your servant,” Taemin said.

“I was worried you’d see through any lie I came up with.”

“Well, that backfired,” Jonghyun added.

“Clearly,” Taemin said, arms crossed. “I know everything now.”

“I’m sorry,” Jinki said. “I won’t do it again.”

Taemin bit his lip. He was hurt that Jinki had abandoned him. But he was intrigued enough by the reason to ignore the sting. It’d be foolish to come out all this way and not see what sort of romance Jinki had with a pirate.

“It’s fine,” Taemin sighed. “Though you’re definitely going to owe me something after this. Maybe a proper fencing match. Or a dinner from your family’s chef.”

Jinki smiled. “I think I can do that.”

Jonghyun’s hand soothed over Jinki’s knee. “Glad you two were able to kiss and make up.” When Jinki frowned and turned back, Jonghyun tucked Jinki against his neck to muffle his protest. “Since you’re already here, your highness, do you want to join us tonight? I’m not sure what sort of plans you had with Jinki.”

“We were going to play cards. And drink, probably.”

“Conveniently, we can do both of those here,” Jonghyun said. “Take a seat.” He swiped an abandoned deck from a few of his crew that had decided an arm wrestling match was more enticing, then passed it to Jinki.

“Mind shuffling this for us, handsome?”

Jinki sent Taemin an apologetic look before cutting the deck in half. The flutter of cards as he shuffled kept Taemin’s attention, though he felt Jonghyun’s gaze on him. When he finally found the nerve to meet Jonghyun’s eye, the pirate gave him a toothy smile.

“Are we playing for anything? I imagine you have quite deep pockets.”

Taemin licked his lips. He usually made friendly bets with Jinki when they played, so he had brought a small coin purse—and he’d already expected it to be empty by the end of the night. Jinki trounced everyone at court in cards.

“I have some money on me, though it’s probably not as much as you’re hoping for.” Taemin watched Jonghyun warily when Jinki started to hand cards back to Jonghyun, but made no move to leave his lap. “If you can see Jinki’s cards, I’m not sure it’ll be a fair game. You two could gang up on me.”

“Not if he keeps them on his right side.” Jonghyun tapped his eye patch. “This is real. Can’t see shit through it. Or without it, really. Lost it in a ship battle a few years ago with one of your armada vessels.” He held up his drink. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you.”

Jinki pursed his lips. “Maybe he just wants me out of your lap, Jonghyun. People are never this flagrant about their relationships at the palace.”

“Too bad. I only get to see you twice a month at most. If he’s not going to complain about you being in my lap, you’re staying.”

Jinki rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his lips that stuck as he finished dealing their cards.

“I don’t mind it,” Taemin said, which was true. He’d never seen this side of Jinki before. Maybe it was strange to observe his old friend so closely, but he was fascinated.

He pulled his first hand of cards up to his nose and fought back a scowl. Already, he was off to a bad start.

Their first pot of coins went to Jonghyun. Then the next. After Taemin took a few losses to Jonghyun without complaint, the tension in Jinki’s shoulders eased—probably convinced that Taemin wasn’t about to run and turn Jonghyun over to the armada. As they drank, they talked, and Jinki and Jonghuyn relaxed back into the behavior Taemin assumed was their usual in the dingy pub.

And Taemin watched.

Jonghyun would nose aside the longer hair against the back of Jinki’s neck, exposing his nape for a kiss that made his mouth twitch with a noiseless gasp. Jonghyun’s left hand switched between lifting a tankard to his lips, running along Jinki’s side, and roaming over his stomach. His right stayed on Jinki’s thigh, low towards the knee, but sometimes it moved up. Only then would Jinki push Jonghyun’s hand away—but it was always with a grin and a quiet glance that promised a later.

The thought made Taemin’s blood burn. Jonghyun couldn’t be that posssive. Jinki slept with people at the palace. But all of those affairs happened out of Taemin’s view—he only heard rumors or short mentions—so his image of Jinki had stayed the same through the years, even as Taemin absently noted his attractiveness. They were friends.

Now, though—he wondered at their dynamic, at what Jinki might be like. What was it like when they stole a moment alone? Was it like now, both of Jonghyun’s hands on him, gripping and guiding? Or was that just how the pirate captain acted in public to stake his claim, while in bed he’d lie back and let someone else order him around?

Taemin swallowed back every image with a mouthful of ale. Occasionally, Jonghyun would send what felt like a knowing glance from his single eye, and heat would race through him.

The dozenth time their gazes caught—while Jonghyun’s hand slipped inside Jinki’s pocket—was enough to push Taemin over the edge.

He licked his lips and leaned towards them. He needed to be close if he wanted to be heard over the din that had grown with each glass served.

“I have a question,” he said.

Jinki leaned in to hear him better. Jonghyun shifted Jinki aside until he was only inches behind him. Taemin’s attention flicked between their faces. This close, he could lean forward and kiss either of them if he wanted to.

Taemin inhaled sharply, suddenly needing air. “Do you both sleep around? You’re not exclusive to each other?”

Jinki’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You know the answer to that.”

Jonghyun’s smile widened and grew crooked. “Why, are you interested?”

“Yes,” Taemin said. There was no point in hiding it, and he was tipsy enough to be direct.

Jinki’s eyes widened. “Taemin—“

“I’ve been watching you two grab at each other for hours now,” Taemin interrupted. “Is that not supposed to stoke something in me?”

Jinki froze. Jonghyun’s hand rubbed up his side, along his ribs, before he kissed Jinki’s neck.

“If you’re jealous or uninterested, I’ll stop this now,” Jonghyun whispered to Jinki. If Taemin wasn’t staring to read his lips, he wouldn’t have caught a word. “You always come first.”

“You know I don’t get jealous.”

Jonghyun leaned back to look at him. “Then why are you pouting? Is it different, because he’s a friend?”

“It’s different because he’s the prince ,” Jinki hissed.

Jonghyun grinned. “Is that supposed to make it less exciting?”

“I’m cutting you off,” Jinki said, sliding Jonghyun’s mug away from him. “You’re drunk.”

“As you always do, when I have my best ideas.”

Jinki sent Jonghyun a final, reproaching look before returning his attention to Taemin. “You’ve never said anything about wanting to sleep together.”

“It’s not like you’ve ever made a display of yourself at the palace,” Taemin said. “I never gave it much thought. We’ve been friends all our lives, and we only see each other at parties and ceremonies anymore.”

“I didn’t realize how much that bothered you.”

“Of course it bothered me. I missed you. You’re the only damn person I trust in the palace.”

Jinki’s brow furrowed, though a flush crawled across his cheeks, and his lips remained pursed. In the silence, Jonghyun’s attention bounced between them before he reached out and tugged Taemin towards them by his shirt.

“Why don’t we do something to make up for lost time? I’ll be happy to help you two bond,” Jonghyun offered.

“I don’t want things to get complicated,” Jinki said.

“It’s not complicated,” Taemin protested. “You’re my friend. Anything else, well...” he shrugged. He didn’t care what they did—cards or drinking or simply talking. But it was hard for fucking not to be the first thing on his mind when Jonghyun and Jinki were doing everything but that right in front of him. “I don’t need to spend time with you like that, but I’d enjoy it. And I’m guessing you two planned to spend your night fucking, anyway.”

Jinki licked his lips. He watched intently as Jonghyun balled more of Taemin’s shirt into his hand, forcing him closer, until Jonghyun leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. Though Taemin should have seen it coming, he nearly jolted back at the contact. He’d never been kissed in front of anyone, let alone someone’s lover. His eyes flew up to Jinki, uncertain of what he’d find, then widened. There was no jealousy in his stare. Only heat.

Jonghyun tilted his head back towards Jinki. “I can see your gears turning. You’re thinking about it.”

“Maybe,” Jinki murmured.

“You need more images? Or some ideas?”

“No.” Jinki took the half-empty mug he’d stolen from Jonghyun and downed in a single, long swallow. “I’ve thought about it before, honestly.”

Taemin inhaled. “Me joining you with Jonghyun?”

“Just you. The thinking was...a while ago. Years.”

“Then you should’ve fucked him earlier, because I always love your stories,” Jonghyun said. He patted the side of Jinki’s thigh. “You want to get going? Because I’d like to get going.”

“Where to?” Taemin asked. The pub looked like it had rooms upstairs, but he didn’t know how either of them felt about using them.

“My ship’s best. You’ll get to see it, too. It’s gorgeous,” Jonghyun gloated. He snuck in a squeeze to Jinki’s ass when they stood. “Just got a new cannon.”

Taemin pulled his cloak back on and followed them towards the airship docks. By the time they reached the metal walkways that stuck out over the clouds, they were nearly on the opposite side of Valua from the palace. He’d never been this deep into the Lower City.

Most of the docked airships were decommissioned from the armada, made of steel in typical Valuan style. A few other styles, more likely belonging to traders than pirates, were interspersed throughout, but the ship Jonghyun pointed out—a large, wooden ship with three towering masts that stood proudly against the black clouds—was striking enough that Taemin couldn’t help but gape.

Despite its height, the ship was narrow, slimmer even than the smallest armada ships. They climbed up the gangplank and onto the deck. Jonghyun came up last and leapt onto the deck with his arms spread wide.

“Stylish, yeah? And faster than any hunk of metal.”

Jinki rolled his eyes as Taemin examined the ship. Any ptools for fighting or boarding ships were hidden in the crates or below deck, but rolled up against the main mast was a blue flag, barely concealed. Taemin had to wonder how that ever got past the massive gate and patrols that protected the Valua‘s airspace, but Jonghyun seemed capable of charming his way out of anything, and his mother specialized in robbing people right under their noses.

“It’s gorgeous,” Taemin said.

“The inside is a bit less glamorous, but you better not point that out to my face,” Jonghyun teased. He turned towards a set of stairs that appeared to lead down into the cabin and gestured for Taemin to follow. “Come on. I’ll show you to my space.”

The room Jonghyun led them to was long and wide. A dozen hammocks hung from the ceiling, likely enough for the whole crew, and the one at the back that Jonghyun showed him looked no different than any other.

Taemin blinked at it, caught off guard by its plainness. “I thought you were the captain. Don’t you have a room?”

“I am, and I do. But I prefer to sleep in a hammock sometimes. The bed folds away, and that makes room for more loot.”

Jinki raised a brow. “Uh-huh. And you refuse to have sex in the same place twice in a row.”

Jonghyun grinned. “That too. Used my bed a few days ago, so it’s time to fuck somewhere else.”

Jinki hummed, as if recalling the experience himself, and stepped closer to Jonghyun. As soon as he was within reach, Jonghyun grabbed a fistful of Jinki’s hair, tugging him down to an easier height to kiss.

Taemin froze, fists clenching in the fabric of his cloak when he caught a glimpse of Jinki’s tongue. Watching was new enough that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Jinki’s eyes fluttered open as he glanced back at Taemin. A wave of heat rolled through him when their gazes locked, then again when Jinki’s attention returned to Jonghyun, as if it was perfectly normal for them to have a witness to their kiss.

For all Taemin knew, it could be.

The side of Jonghyun’s grin was just visible as he shifted his mouth to Jinki’s neck and nipped along the vein. With a soft swear, Jinki clutched at Jonghyun’s back, but shoved him away when Jonghyun began to unfasten his shirt.

“You aren’t getting me out of my clothes before we give Taemin some attention.”

Jonghyun tsked, but let his fingers fall from Jinki’s buttons. Taemin swallowed under the weight of their stares . Jinki held out a hand, inviting him to where they stood, but Jonghyun closed the distance between them and kissed him—the same way he’d kissed Jinki, hands buried in his hair—before Taemin could take a single step.

He shivered and gripped back. His thumbs caught in the straps of Jonghyun’s eye patch, earning a laugh that gave him an opportunity to slip his tongue past Jonghyun’s lips. Jonghyun hummed, pleasantly surprised, and relaxed to let Taemin lead.

Taemin was too eager not to take advantage of the chance. He leaned in and kissed Jonghyun harder until he had no choice but to bend back and hold onto Taemin’s shirt for balance. The instant he eased off to breathe, Jonghuyn reached for his belt. The open air of the cabin brought goosebumps to his thighs when Jonghyun shoved down his breeches. Taemin helped him the rest of the way and stepped out of them, refusing to break the kiss a second time until Jonghyun smirked and turned his cheek.

“You think I wouldn’t be surprised by Valuan nobles being decent lovers after Jinki, and yet...”

Taemin scowled. “Why would you assume that makes me bad in bed?”

“Most of you don’t do much. But I suppose that leaves you plenty of time to get good at this.”

“If you thought I would be bad, why invite me?”

“Jinki likes you. You’re pretty.” Jonghyun shrugged. “And that sort of thing can always be taught.”

“I think the only thing I haven’t done is fuck two people at once,” Taemin said. When Jinki gave a skeptical snort beside them, Taemin sent a glare.

“I doubt you’re that worldly, your highness,” Jonghyun said. He squared his shoulders and worked Taemin’s shirt open button-by-button, as if mimicking a personal butler. “You’ve only slept with other Valuans, no? Technically your subjects?”

Taemin bit his lip. “Well...”

“I’m not judging.” Jonghyun shoved his shirt open. “Just doubt they’re willing to get too dirty with you. Rank can come with too much respect. When I was on my mother’s ship, it took ages for me to convince the crew I wasn’t too fragile to be bent over a barrel.”

Taemin’s ears burned. But the words rang true.

Every person he’d slept with had come onto him slowly, with flowery praise or teasing to test the waters, then treated him like he was breakable between the sheets once they were finally there. No matter how hard he gripped at their back in return or egged them on. They concentrated too much on pleasing him. And then after everything was done, there was the pillow talk which inevitably turned into requests for favors.

Once he realized that was how it always ended, Taemin had stopped letting anyone in his bed.

He could already tell Jonghyun would be different. Jinki would, too.

Taemin licked his lips and looked between them. “Well, what’re you planning to do to me?”

Jonghyun grinned and shoved him into the hammock. Taemin swung back. He tried to adjust to keep from barreling feet-first into Jonghyun as his weight returned him forward, but Jinki caught the fabric at the end of his arc and held him still.

Jonghyun’s fingers wrapped slowly over Jinki’s knuckles. He whispered something against Jinki’s cheek that made his eyes cloud with lust.

Their attention shifted down to where Taemin was suspended beneath them. Like this, there was no simple way for them to kiss him. Reaching his mouth or his hips with more than a hand or a cock would require kneeling, hunching over, or some other sort of contortion they had no reason to bother with.

Taemin had an idea of what they wanted.

He licked his lips and let his head hang back. The hammock swung slightly, then slowed into a smaller arc when Jinki grasped the rope tighter. Upside down like this, Taemin imagined he looked ridiculous, but there was no amusement in Jinki’s exhale—only anticipation.

Hands ran up his thighs. He lifted his head to see whose they were—Jonghyun’s—then followed with his eyes as Jinki circled around to the opposite side of the hammock, leaving only Jonghyun between his legs.

When he raised his head, he saw Jonghyun reach into his shirt and pulled free a small vial of oil. He pulled out the cork with his teeth and spat it away, then grinned down at Taemin as he coated his fingers.

“I have another if we need more. I always bring a few when we dock somewhere. You never know what might happen.”

Jonghyun’s hand returned to him, this time going straight for the innermost crease of his thighs. As Jonghyun circled towards his rim, he threw an arm over his mouth to muffle a moan. There was the simple pleasure of it, and the realization: the oil Jonghyun was using had been meant for Jinki that night, or vice versa. And now it was being used on him .

“You can make noise, you know,” Jonghyun teased and pressed in. “That’s half the fun.”

Jinki drew Taemin’s arm away, fingers trailing along the vein of his wrist before shifting to card through his hair. Taemin leaned into the contact and reached up, pressing a palm around the outline of Jinki’s cock in his breeches just as Jonghyun added another finger. His motions were clumsy and distracted, but Jinki didn’t seem to mind—he cupped his hand over Taemin’s to guide it, before finally settling on holding it in place and thrusting against Taemin’s palm.

“You seem ready enough,” Jonghyun said. He spread his fingers, as if to prove how open Taemin was, and drew out a gasp. “Do you need more time?”

‘No,” Taemin’s eyes fluttered shut as Jonghyun brought his fingers back together and curved them. A patch of precome had leaked through Jinki’s breeches and dampened the heel of Taemin’s hand, adding to his desperation. “Please, I want this.”

Jonghyun grinned and gave him an encouraging smack to the thighs that sounded twice as loud as it stung. Taemin bit his lip, pulse pounding in his ears.

“Stay open for me.” Jonghyun slicked himself up, then hitched Taemin’s thighs up around his hips. When he shifted forward, his cock pushed between Taemin’s cheeks, missing his hole but lighting his nerves with anticipation. Jonghyun’s tongue stuck out from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated, realigning them until Taemin felt pressure against his rim.

“There we go,” Jonghyun murmured and pushed forward, slow and unyielding.

Taemin’s nails scratched at the canvas of the hammock. Already, the stretch felt too good. He rocked forward, trying to bring Jonghyun deeper, but the motion hardly moved him at all—Jonghyun had bracketed his hips to keep him steady, and Jinki’s hold on the hammock’s rope was too firm. All Taemin could think of was how exposed he was and how little he could move.

By the time Jonghyun pulled back, Taemin was panting, overheated despite the lack of a body pressed against him. Without any ability to aid the motion, he felt the force of each thrust that much harder.

His cock throbbed, desperate for something, anything, but he held off from touching himself, too caught up in the idea of seeing how Jonghuyn and Jinki might use him to want to satisfy himself. Jinki maneuvered his own laces open with a single hand and kept the other on the knot of the hammock, steadying it as Jonghyun’s pace quickened.

Taemin turned his head and reached for the base of Jinki’s cock. At the awkward angle, the underside ran along his cheek, then bumped against his chin, leaving wetness behind until Jinki steered it directly into his mouth.

Jonghyun’s movements turned lazy, a tease that made Taemin whine even as he closed his lips around the head of Jinki’s cock and glanced back. Jonghyun’s complete attention was on them—on the stretch it took for Taemin’s mouth to fit around Jinki’s girth—distracting him more from his task.

“You sure you two can handle all this happening at once?” Jinki muttered, stroking himself to take over the motion Taemin hadn’t yet managed. “If it’s too much, we can take turns.”

Jonghyun huffed. “I’m not going to apologize for taking my time and enjoying the show.”

With an apologetic hum, Taemin tugged on Jinki’s hips to beckon him deeper. Their eyes met only briefly before Jinki ran a thumb along the edge of Taemin’s tipped-back jaw and tilted his head back further, creating an easy path for his cock to slide over Taemin’s tongue into the start of his throat.

Taemin blinked hard, eyes wet as he fought back a gag, but curled his fingers in the loosened waist of Jinki’s breeches and took him further the next time Jinki fucked into his mouth. Suspended between them as he was, it was easier to let Jinki drive the pace than try and guide it himself.

Encouraged, Jinki shifted one hand into his hair and kept another on his chin, holding Taemin steady through every thrust to better complete his own. Jonghyun’s fingernails dug into Taemin’s thighs as he lost rhythm, alternating between slow and fast before finally halting.

He pressed against Taemin with a small curse, keeping him close through every throb, before finally jerking back. Taemin whimpered as Jonghyun’s cock slipped free, then again when he heard the rustle and clink of Jonghyun tugging up his breeches and refastening his belt. He kept his legs open—he didn’t know how to close them, with such a mess of come and oil between them—and he was hopeful Jonghyun would give him something more.

Jonghyun shifted Taemin’s knees to stand beside him. Taemin watched from the corner of his eye as Jonghyun reached down and ran a single finger along the underside of Taemin’s cock. He gasped at the contact, hips jolting up as he snapped out of the daze he’d fallen into from taking both of them. All he wanted to do was give himself over until they’d had their fill of pleasure, but if Jonghyun granting him pleasure was part of that, he would take it gladly.

Jonghyun traced up his cock again, this time with two fingers. “I can’t believe you’re this hard—I don’t think we’ve even touched you here once. What if we keep you like this until you make Jinki come?”

Unable to speak with Jinki in his mouth, a moan and a full swallow around JInki’s cock was the only way to beg for his own release. Jinki cursed and tightened his fingers against Taemin’s scalp.

“He really wants to come,” Jinki said. “You’re making him work harder.”

Taemin hummed an agreement. Jonghyun took hold of his cock in response, lifting it from where it hovered hard and ignored over his stomach to stroke him smoothly. The short motion was barely anything, but it was enough to bring Taemin close. He shifted his hips, uncertain of whether to pull away before his release or simply let it happen, but Jonghyun didn’t allow either. He stopped just before Taemin’s pleasure reached its crest, producing a groan that made Jinki’s hips stutter. Jinki continued to fuck into his mouth, and again and again, Jonghyun stopped before he could come. Each time he neared his release, Jonghyun’s hand would loosen, and Taemin’s need would grow.

When Jinki finally cursed out a warning, Jonghyun’s grip on Taemin tightened and quickened. Taemin’s muscles tensed, back rising into an arch, but his mouth slackened just enough to let Jinks cock fall free. Come streaked across his lips and cheeks, then into his open mouth. Jinki stroked himself to the end, every movement loud and wet, and nudged his cockhead past Taemin’s lips to shoot the last of his release onto his tongue.

The cabin was silent, save Jinki and Taemin’s rough breathing.

He closed his eyes with a small sigh, letting his head hang upside down as the pleasant warmth of his aftermath rolled through him. When he felt the mess on his chin start to drip down his cheeks, he raised a hand and clenched his fingers in the universal gesture for something to clean with. Jinki passed him a handkerchief and helped him wipe down his face, then balled the cloth into his fist and tossed it aside.

With Jinki’s help, he sat up in the hammock. Jonghyun pulled another rag from somewhere and cleaned his stomach, grinning through the task.

“I assume this means we’re done for the night.”

Taemin nodded. He was tired, and his throat and thighs were sore to a level he was certain he’d feel in the morning.

“I was hoping Jinki wouldn’t clean you up so quickly. It would’ve been nice to take a mental image of what you look like with him on you.”

Taemin gave a breathless laugh. “I wasn’t sure how to get myself up, and I didn’t want anything to get into my eyes.”

“Fair. If you want protection, a blindfold would help next time.”

“How is it you always want to talk more about sex right after we’re done? Haven’t you had your fill?” Jinki complained, though his expression was fond.

“If something’s fun one way, I want to do it again and find other ways of making it fun. Don’t you?”

Jinki grumbled an agreement and leaned around Taemin to kiss Jonghyun. Taemin watched them linger, then pull apart, heart tight in his chest. As brief as their kiss had been, Jinki’s eyes were warm from it, and something about the sight sobered Taemin.

Taemin wasn’t jealous. Or at least the word seemed too simple and petty to fit. He didn’t want to take Jinki’s place. He didn’t want to take Jonghyun’s place. He was happy they had each other. The ache in his chest was because he’d never had anything like they shared, and with where his life was headed, he couldn’t imagine he ever would.

He startled when Jinki dropped a blanket over him. Jinki helped fit it over his shoulders. “If you’re not going to get dressed, you should put this on. It’s colder out here on the airships.”

“Thanks.” Taemin wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. He didn’t want to get dressed yet, if only because the clothes he’d stolen would remind him of the palace.

Jonghyun looked between them with a small smile before fixing his gaze on Taemin. “You’re welcome to linger for a while. You want some more to drink?”

“Sure,” Taemin agreed. Jonghyun patted Taemin’s knee and spun on his heel, then disappeared down a set of stairs that led deeper into the airship.

Jinki and Taemin watched him go. Once his footsteps faded, Jinki crouched beside him.

“This is why I started pulling away, you know,” he whispered. “I worried what would happen if you found out about Jonghyun. You’re getting closer and closer to the throne, and I...haven’t known how to deal with that. Never letting either of you meet seemed like the best way to keep him safe.” His eyes crinkled, the old tell Taemin remembered that came with any confession that made him feel guilty. ”If it’s worth anything, I’ve missed you too.”

“It’s worth a lot,” Taemin said. He reached for Jinki’s hand and squeezed it, then looked to where Jonghyun had disappeared. “What is he to you?”

”Everything, anymore,” Jinki said without hesitation. “I’m going to leave Valua with him someday.”

Taemin’s stomach dropped. “And do what? When?”

“Pirate stuff, I suppose,” Jinki teased. “There’s so much of the sky that hasn’t been charted. He wants to discover as much as he can, once his ships outfitted for stronger currents. I want to be with him for every one.”

Taemin inhaled. “What about your family? And Valua?”

“You know how I feel about our country.”

Taemin’s stomach panted. “And you don’t think I’ll change anything when I’m in charge.”

Jinki winced. “It’s not that I think you have the wrong ideals. But I’m sure you know the problems you’ll bump up against. How much say does your mother have, compared to the armada? She gets to decide how things are run here , but it’s not like we stay in our borders, or like they wouldn’t challenge her if she did something they were opposed to.”

“I know, but...” Taemin reached for a counterpoint, but found nothing. There was no argument to refute Jinki’s words when he’d noticed the same thing.

He hung his head. Was that why he’d been so mad at Jinki? Selfish as it was, it was easier to think of the personal problems that came with the throne—losing friendships, not knowing who to trust—than the responsibilities he’d bear just sitting on it.

“ Please tell me you’re not talking politics, Jinki,” Jonghyun whined, loud enough to be heard up the stairs. He sauntered between them and passed Jinki a handle of rum, then threw himself into the hammock beside Taemin. “I can’t imagine a poorer time for it. It was our first time with a third, too. You should be a little sentimental.”

“I was only explaining why I’m going to leave with you, since Taemin asked,” Jinki said. He took a swig, then held it out to Taemin. “It’s not as if I’m getting philosophical.”

Jonghyun quirked a brow. “I think after how I fucked him tonight, he knows why you’re leaving.”

“It’s alright, really.” Taemin managed to smile for them, but it faltered when he brought the bottle to his lips. He tipped it back, squeezing his eyes against the burn, and swallowed back as much as he could take.

His mother was alive, and Jinki was still here. As prince, he was only an ear until fate decided to shove the empire into his lap. He had time to enjoy himself before he had to worry. And damned if he wasn’t going to soak up every second of it.

When he went for a second drink, Jonghyun pried the bottle from him. “Slow down, your highness. I can’t let you stay here tonight. As nice as it’d be to beat my mother’s record for bounties, I’d rather do it the old fashion way than be accused of kidnapping the prince.”

Taemin laughed. “And you’re not worried that’ll happen when you take Jinki?”

“Not at all. We’ve had a plan for a while.”

“Oh,” Taemin said. “Well, good luck to you both.”

Jonghyun raised the bottle to him in thanks. Jinki cast his eyes down and reached to take the rum, but Jonghyun refused to hand it over until Jinki gave him a kiss. Taemin watched, stomach in knots, as the guilt that twisted Jinki’s mouth melted into an unfettered smile.

Taemin didn’t want to ask if Jinki would have left without saying anything. Judging by the distance Jinki had forced between them, he imagined that had been the plan. And judging by the warmth that seeped into Jinki’s eyes every time he looked Jonghyun’s way, nothing would come between Jinki and leaving Valua.

The knowledge made the future that much darker. But Taemin supposed he’d rather know.

#onjongtae #jongyu #jongtae #ontae #shinee fic #skies of arcadia au #feat inappropriate use of hammocks

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eorumverba · 7 years ago

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(sweats) your sex club dom jinki au........... (if this sent three times it's bevause tumblr's a dingle)

jinki and jong don’t actually go out to big parties that often, but whenever they do, jinki spends the whole next day pampering and taking care of jong, whether that be through a spa day or a day relaxing at home with all of jong’s favorite movies and snacks and his favorite fuzzy blanket

jong Requires that jinki kiss him at least once every 15 minutes. sometimes jinki will “forget” just for how pouty jong gets, but he always makes it up to him with extra kisses

jongyu enjoyed that first time with tae so much that they got his number and made a group chat for the three of them

jong spams the group with cute emojis, selfies and the occasional,,,,Video

jong Especially sends videos when he knows ontae are busy

jinki is the First person to realize that jong likes tae, and jong is Not subtle about it but tae is also very oblivious

jong giggling at his phone bc of something tae said and then looks up wide eyed at jinki like . jinki i think i have a crush on tae ,jinki after knowing for a good few weeks: jim looking at the camera dot gif

jinki asks tae if he likes jong and tae answers yeah, but maybe i like u too

jinki Also likes tae, so it works out

jong sexting tae in private and then Accidentally letting jinki see bc he likes being a brat

jong sexting tae: but like,,,u fucking me open while jinki is gone and coming inside so when jinki gets back and tries to fuck me im already wet and ready for him,,,,,,,,,

(tae does exactly that, and jong is probably the most satisfied out of all three of them)

#shinee #ontae #jongtae #jongyu #onjongtae #dom jinki au #anonymous #heh.....jong in th 3rd n 5th is mecore

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futureshawolhearts · 8 years ago

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teacher au 2/?

like 1.5K words, still minkey. less stuff happens but there’s a lil more background

(( @minhoinator @taespoon-of-sugar if anyone else wants to be tagged, just let me know! ))

“Hey guys, sorry to interrupt your art viewing, but it’s 30 minutes before students and I have coffee for you,” Suho says in a quiet voice.

When Minho had gone to bed the night before, he had told himself that he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of helping Kibum out. And yet, here he is, already arriving at school a full half hour earlier than normal. He tells himself that it was just because he wants to make sure he has time to go over his lesson plans like normal. As he gets out of his car, he prays that Kyuhyun and Suho weren’t there already. There’s a cough behind him as he’s clocking in and when he turns around he’s face to face with Kibum. He’s got two cups of coffee in his hands and he offers one to Minho.

“I thought I’d buy you coffee since you’re taking time to show me around and everything,” Kibum starts, rushing through the words like he has a time limit to speak. “I didn’t know how you like it though, so I just got it how I like it, I hope that’s ok.”

Minho takes the cup and tastes it, moving aside so Kibum can also clock in. He’s surprised that it’s almost the same way he likes his coffee, though there’s little less cream than he likes in his.

“Is the coffee okay?” Kibum asks when he’s done.

“Yeah. Honestly at this point I’m willing to drink coffee in almost any mix, but it’s actually pretty close to how I make mine at home. Thanks.”

Kibum looks relieved. The two enter the hallway and Minho leads the way to his classroom.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking, since you’ve done mainly admin work previously, what is your degree in?” Minho asks, unlocking his classroom.

“It’s in education, with an art minor. I just wasn’t able to find a teaching job after graduation. There was a lower administration job at the school that I interned at that I was able to catch because the dean liked me. It was basically secretary work. I’m excited to be properly teaching, but it’s been a few years since I have and it was never fully on my own.”

Minho starts setting up his classroom while he listens, trying his best to keep eye contact so Kibum will continue. He knows there’s a good chance he’ll get distracted and he doesn’t want to have to rush to set up as his students are coming in.

“What were you hoping to teach when you graduated?” he asks.

Kibum looks down and takes a moment before answering. “I honestly didn’t let myself dream that far. I just wanted to be able to teach something.” Minho thinks he sees tears in Kibum’s eyes, and for a moment he thinks about comforting him; but Kibum quickly tries to blink them away and collect himself, he decides not to risk embarrassing him.

“What about you? What lead you to kindergarten?” he asks.

Minho laughs, finishing setting up the last station for the day.

“Well, I started out as regular education with a physical education minor. I had done, and still do, a lot of volunteering at sports programs, so I thought I’d become a P.E. teacher at like a middle school or something. When I went to go start shadowing and looking for an internship, the only place open was a preschool program. When I signed up for it, I was upset since it was pretty different from what I wanted. But once I started actually being there, I realized I loved it. Way more than I liked P.E. classes. So I changed it so all my electives were in early education. My advisor always joked that i was majoring in ‘sort of early education.’ I had met Kyuhyun’s boyfriend Changmin in an injury prevention class and so when this spot opened up, they let me know about it and put in a good word for me. I’ve been here for almost 3 years now and I’m so glad I took that internship.”

There’s a knock on the door and Sunny comes in.

“Hey, Minho! Just wanted to bring back the rest of your laminating sheets. You’re such a lifesaver, I really owe you one!”

She hands the box to Minho, waves to Kibum, and leaves as quickly as she came.

“And that is...?” Kibum asks.

“Sunny. The other kindergarten teacher.”

“So there’s two of you?”

“Basically. We’re a small school, as you know. Originally there was just one kindergarten class, it was just her. A lot of parents reached out to Leeteuk, saying that one class of 20ish was ok for older kids, but with kindergarteners it’s usually their first experience being away from family so they were concerned that such a big class was stressful for them. So they split it in two, which was when I was hired.”

“Is having that many kindergartners that unmanageable?”

“Well, no. It’s technically manageable. But having fewer definitely makes a huge difference. I’m able to spend more one on one time with them, which is helpful especially for kids like Chanyeol or Jieun who sometimes need a little more encouragement. It helps us make sure that they’re really ready for 1st grade and more proper lessons. There’s been a huge decrease in students having to repeat grades since we divided the class.”

Kibum nods attentively and Minho’s worry that he’s boring him lessens.

“Maybe it’s just because there’s a quality kindergarten teacher that the number has gone down.” he remarks. Minho blushes a little and fiddles with the empty coffee cup in his hands.

“I don’t know that I’d say I’m a good teacher, I just try my best.”

“Oh please, Minho. I know I’m new and I’ve never seen you actually teach, but your kids were the best behaved class I had yesterday. When I asked them who they were making their pieces for, half of them said their parents and the other half said you. Then they all started asking to do two so that they could give you and their parents one each. It was really cute actually.”

Minho smiles and feels pleased with himself over the story. He looks over at the bulletin board where he hangs (almost) everything his students bring in for him. It’s a little full but he prefers it that way. Kibum follows his eyes and walks over to inspect the pieces.

“Did they make these?”

“It’s all things they draw at home that they bring in.”

“Oh how sweet!”

Minho joins Kibum by the board and starts pointing out different pieces; he explains how Seoeun draws exclusively in red while Seojun draws exclusively in blue, how Chanyeol likes to draw puppies since he can’t pet them due to allergies, and how Yeri can seemingly only draw cakes and pizza. Kibum listens to everything, makes comments or laughs at each account. After a while, there’s another knock and Suho pokes his head in.

“Hey guys, sorry to interrupt your art viewing, but it’s 30 minutes before students and I have coffee for you,” he says in a quiet voice. Minho wonders if Suho is hungover at all from yesterday but doesn’t ask and just thanks him for the coffee instead. When he leaves, Kibum’s silent for a moment.

“So does everyone bring coffee?” he asks.

“There’s a rough rotation schedule. We all switch off making and distributing coffee in the morning. I don’t know if you’ll be put on it since you’re also technically admin and they have a different system. You’re always welcome to some though, it’s in the breakroom. The only rule is to not leave less than a cup in there, which to me seems like it should go without saying but some people apparently need a reminder so.”

“Good to know. Anything else I should know?”

Remembering suddenly that the whole reason they had met up early was so that he could explain the school to Kibum, Minho starts rushing through everything he can think of. From radio etiquette (everyone’s code name is just the grade they teach), to parent volunteering, to Principal Leeteuk’s penchant for turning any sort of special event into a fake tv show, Minho fits everything the can into the 25 minutes. He feels bad throwing all this information at Kibum, but he seems to handle it well enough.

“If you ever forget, just come see me or radio. Everyone’s pretty nice here, but I’m definitely the rookie of the group so I remember best how it feels to be new,” he finishes.

“Well thanks for talking through things with me. Sorry I took up your planning time, I hope I wasn’t a bother,” says Kibum, making his way towards the door.

“Oh it’s no bother! Feel free to stop by whenever you like. I might be covered in small children at the time but I’ll do my best to make time for you if you need.”

“Thanks, Minho. I’ll see you later.”

Minho nods and waves goodbye. He hopes Kibum will come visit him after school or tomorrow before, so he can ask more about his background and why he didn’t have a hope for career when he graduated. As Kibum leaves, a familiar something purple comes into the room. It’s Yeri, with her daily piece of art.

“Look Mr. Minho! I drew you a pizza!”

#im like...............getting really attached to this au #eventually.................onjongtae are comin in #just fyi #pls yell at me about this if you like it #minkey #@subminhonet #uhhh idk if you want to be properly tagged for this au so just let me know?#he's the tenderest kindergarten teacher i promise #mari apparently writes things #mari made a post #teacher au

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taeminuet · 8 years ago

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Dehorio

Day 29: Swallowing Onjongtae

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

They’ve all known since the moment Taemin joined their coven that he was Jonghyun’s and vice versa. It’s a bond that’s always been there, since the moment Taemin, scared and feline, leapt into Jonghyun’s arms, and it’s evidenced in the way that, since they formed this little hodgepodge of a coven, Taemin has followed Jonghyun around like Jonghyun hung the moon.

It’s adorable, actually. Jonghyun is so soft, so free with praise and affection but still soft enough, eager enough to be good, that he bends to Taemin’s whims like a flower reaching towards the sun, a description all too apt considering Taemin’s powers.

To the rest of them, Taemin is still wary. It’s fair -- they’ve only been like this a few months, and Taemin is more feline than he sometimes lets on, and he does affection on his own terms. It doesn’t bother Key, and Minho is strangely calm about seemingly everything, thought Jinki’s not sure how much of that is a front. But they’re all still getting to know one another, Taemin so new to their little home and Minho even newer, and it’s not that strange.

Except, of course, that with Taemin latched onto Jonghyun like a security blanket, it’s interesting to see Jonghyun’s moods. He’s holding together well, soft and snuggly and good with Taemin, but it had taken so long for Jonghyun to come to Jinki -- Jinki, who Jonghyun already knew, could already feel, would accept him. And recently he’s been so busy with Taemin that he hasn’t come to Jinki much at all.

Jinki doesn’t mind -- he doesn’t own Jonghyun, and even though he misses him, he understands. But he’s not sure where the breaking point is before Jonghyun needs. So he takes careful gauge of Jonghyun’s and Taemin’s moods to make sure they’re okay, and then he waits to see.

It doesn’t take long. Jonghyun gets sleepy before he gets needy, and he doesn’t have the reserves to keep wasting, but he’s also overtired. He needs rest, but his head is all over the place, and it doesn’t take much more than that before Jonghyun is latching himself to Jinki with a pout and a whine. “I’m tired,” he grumbles, burying his face into Jinki’s shoulder and then mumbling something else that is almost too low to hear except that Jinki feels the little pang of petulant jealousy that comes with it and understands it to be a whisper of, “S’not fair.”

Jinki looks around curiously for context and finds it easily. Taemin is napping in a sun splotch on the floor, curled up easily in the light, his tail flicking. Jonghyun is sleepy and Taemin is sleeping, and the petulance is clear in Jonghyun’s voice.

Jinki hums. “My poor baby,” he says, petting down Jonghyun’s hair. “My poor sleepy baby.”

Jonghyun squirms in his arms. “Stop,” he whines, and Jinki hadn’t even thought twice about saying it, but when Jonghyun looks up his cheeks are pink and his lower lip is jutting into a pout, and he whispers, “You’re teasing.”

He’s precious, honestly, and Jinki realizes with a pang how much he missed this. “I’m not teasing, baby. Teasing would mean you don’t get anything out of it.”

Jonghyun sucks in a quick, tight breath and then exhales it all on one breathy, “Daddy…”

“Yes, baby boy?” Jinki asks, falling easily back into this familiarity. He’s had months more time with Jonghyun, time to get to know him, to understand what affects him and how, and just that is enough to make Jonghyun whimper. Jinki can literally feel some of the anxiety draining out of Jonghyun as Jinki presses his fingers into Jonghyun’s hips and murmurs, “Tell daddy what you want.”

“Want you,” Jonghyun breathes dazedly, stretching up for a kiss.

Jinki gives it easily, but it’s just a quick one before he pulls back to ask, “Want me how, baby? Use your words.”

Jonghyun’s emotions flare, embarrassment and nervousness and want, and then he mumbles, “Want you to tell me. Don’t want to pick.”

Jinki hums. “Okay, baby. On your knees then.”

Jonghyun’s already got his pants half down and his hand around Jinki’s cock before they both remember all at once. From across the room, there’s a tiny shuffle and then a strange airy noise that makes Jinki think of expanding and then Taemin gasps.

Jonghyun pulls back with a start, expression mortified and emotions in turmoil, but past them, Jinki can feel Taemin’s -- startled and embarrassed, of course, but there’s also curiosity there. Curiosity and interest and want.

Jinki hums, reaching down to cup Jonghyun’s cheek, and he presses calm into him, trying to soothe him before he murmurs, “I think your pretty kitty would like to join us, hm?”

He feels Jonghyun and Taemin’s emotions in tandem, bursts of nervous desire, and Jinki laughs. “You two are precious.”

Jonghyun only pouts more, but Taemin’s voice is wavering as he speaks up. “I don’t want to…” He gestures vaguely. “I can just go, if you two want to…”

“You’re not intruding,” Jinki says, “if that’s what you were worried about.”

Taemin flushes. “Yeah,” he mumbles, and then, “Are you--”

“Taemin,” Jonghyun whines, looking back at him with puppy-dog eyes. “Taeminnie..”

Taemin’s want and affection is palpable from across the room, and he moves closer with curious motions, his eyes wide. “What do I--?”

And Jinki can feel it, that brief nervousness as he glances at Jinki. He doesn’t want that, not just yet. He more wants Jonghyun.

Jinki hums softly. “How about you suck our pretty baby off, hm?”

Taemin nods gratefully, eagerly, and almost at once he lays down, openly willing. Jonghyun whines. “D-- I… uhm…”

“Say it, pretty baby,” Jinki murmurs. “It’s okay. Tell me.”

“D-daddy,” Jonghyun breathes, and Jinki feels the way Taemin’s interest peaks, a flush of something almost viscerally hot in hs emotions. “Daddy, I still want…”

“Don’t worry, baby boy,” Jinki coos. “You’re going to.”

And Jonghyun squirms, eyes wide and just a little wet as he nods eagerly and shifts. Jinki helps him get settled, helps him find a position where Taemin can get to him and Jonghyun can still get to Jinki. The moment they find it, Jonghyun leans in and presses a quick kiss to Jinki’s cock. “Daddy…”

“Suck me off,” Jinki demands. “Be a good boy.”

Jonghyun whines and does as he’s told, wrapping his mouth around the head of Jinki’s cock and suckling for a moment before he bobs down. Before Jinki’s cock is even in his throat, Jonghyun moans, vibrations making Jinki gasp, and he glances down to see Taemin, mouth on Jonghyun’s cock and bobbing eagerly, taking Jonghyun with the kind of sloppiness that only comes with eagerness, and Jonghyun is already quivering, looking up at Jinki almost plaintively.

Jinki grins. “Does it feel good, Jonghyunnie? Does Taeminnie’s mouth feels as good as yours does, baby boy?”

Jonghyun shudders and makes a muffled noise that sounds an awful lot like a garbled version of ‘daddy’. Jinki reaches down, stroking his hair, and lets his own desire leak out a little, letting Jonghyun feel how much he loves this, loves Jonghyun’s mouth on his cock. Jonghyun moans again.

“Get daddy off, hm?” he murmurs. “And then you can come in Taeminnie’s mouth.”

He didn’t think to ask, but he can tell they’re both into it, Taemin from the flash of desire, and Jonghyun from that and from the way he throws himself into his task, all but fucking his own mouth with Jinki’s cock. It’s gorgeous, and Jinki runs fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, pushing out another wave of desire that makes Jonghyun moan loudly, throat vibrating around the head of Jinki’s cock, and it’s so good, Jinki’s hips jerking forward of their own accord, pushing a little further into Jognhyun’s throat.

Taemin lets out a sudden noise of surprise, a heavy wave of emotion rolling off of it, but none of it’s negative. He’s pulled back a little, startled, and the very last splash of Jonghyun’s come lands across his parted lips. Otherwise his mouth is full, and Taemin takes a moment, blinking a couple of times in rapid succession like he’s trying to process before he swallows thickly, gulping down Jonghyun’s come.

He moans softly, opening his mouth, now empty, and then licks at his own lips, swallowing every time his tongue disappears into his mouth like he’s trying to swallow every possible drop of Jonghyun’s come. And it’s a pretty sight, but it’s nothing compared to Taemin leaning back down, lapping at the tip of Jonghyun’s cock where there are clinging drops of come, and all but mewling, seemingly without thinking, “More.”

“Fuck,” Jinki hisses, and his hips jerk again, Jonghyun whimpering openly as Taemin laps at his hypersensitive cock, but he’s being so good, mouth still open, and he sucks desperately as Jinki fucks his mouth, already so close from the sight of Taemin so desperate from more of Jonghyun, the way Taemin is putting off something close to need in heavy waves.

“Jinki,” Taemin whines, looking up at him, and there’s embarrassment there now, but it doesn’t stop him from demanding, “Want yours too.”

And fuck. Jinki grabs Jonghyun by the hair, holding him in place as gently as he can when he’s coming so hard that his legs threaten to buckle.

“Don’t swallow,” he manages to Jonghyun, who whimpers, looking up at him with a question in his eyes. A question he can’t voice, because his mouth is full of Jinki’s come.

And then Tamein is there, squirming in close to kiss Jonghyun, and Jinki can see the way Taemin presses Jonghyun’s mouth open with his tongue, and see the way he licks Jinki’s come out of Jonghyun’s mouth, his throat bobbing as he swallows it down, making a noise low in his chest that Jinki might almost mistake for purring.

After a moment, he pulls back. Both of their mouths are empty now, slightly open, and Jonghyun licks his lips after a moment, making a quiet noise. Jinki runs a hand through his hair. “So good, baby. You’re such a good boy for daddy. You too, Taeminnie. Wasn’t your pretty kitty good, Jonghyunnie?”

Jonghyun nods helplessly. “Y-yeah,” he whispers, voice a little shot. He’s dazed and a little confused, and mostly just incredibly turned on still. “So good, Taeminnie.”

Jinki grins. “Taeminnie, I think our baby boy might have a little more for you,” he murmurs, nudging Jonghyun’s legs apart with his foot. And Jonghyun’s only half hard again, but the want that radiates off of Taemin and Jonghyun both tells Jinki all he needs to know.

#kinktober #SHINee kinktober #SHINee fic #SHINee fanfiction #onjongtae #jongyu #jongtae #coven au #this is v early in coven au #maybe a couple months after tae joined?#so yeah #also the days/prompts have been a tiny bit out of order because of Real Life Stuff #but thank you for being patient #also also i was halfway through this when my friend told me 'swallowing' might refer to vore?#but the day i write vore is the day i Die #so it's come swallowing #not even sorry

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lala-pipo · 4 years ago

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🌸 Writing plans for 2021 🌸

I post this as a motivation for myself to see what I actually managed to write when I look back at this post by the end of the year. Although I highly doubt that I will have as much time to write this year as I had last year.

Finish Dorm Life

JongYu

Pole dancing AU – I have his fic all planned out, I just need to write it

Biking tour through Korea – I started it last year, but didn’t finish it. It’s basically JongYu doing the 4-River tour through South Korea.

OnTae

Finishing the second fic fest prompt from last year (I was so excited about this one, but my ideas got bigger and bigger and then I was simply overwhelmed :’) )

That singer x manager AU I was thinking about (this trope is a classic – and in ALL those years I have been writing fan fics I have never dwelled into it – a scandal)

Will be 2021 that year I finally write my OnTae cat sitting AU after thinking about it since 2017? Stay tuned to find out.

JongTae

Buffy/Angel inspired vampire AU – more Angel inspired because I want Taemin to be a vampire with a soul who hunts criminals – like Angel did in the spin off (I wanted to write that one in 2020 – but my ideas are always bigger projects TT___TT)

JongTae Goth boyfriends – I’ve been spiraling down the Youtubes again these days and have been rereading some books of one of my favorite authors – so one thing led to another and Goth boyfriends it is. Something cliché, something to do with music and so on. The Goth scene is like non-existing in Korea, so I thought I might set this story in 80’s Japan. Not sure yet – I’ll see about it when I decide to actually write it.

2Min

Sports AU – I have two sports I have a profound knowledge of that I always wanted to translate into fic (shooting and ski jumping) and what pairing is a better match for a sports AU than??? Yes, you are right – 2min. Also, Taemin has the perfect body for ski jumping, just putting it out there. South Korea isn’t known for its ski jumpers. They have like 7 or 8 overall that competed internationally throughout the last XXX years (not very successfully I might add), but I like the thought of Taemin trying to break that curse and wanting to compete with the best of the best with Minho as his trainer. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, I don’t think anyone has ever written a ski jumping AU in this fandom (I mean why would anyone do that???). If someone has, please link me to the fic, I’d love to read it. lmao :’)

Others

Adding a sequel and a prequel to my Christmas OnJongTae poly fic. :)

So now watch me write none of the ideas and write completely different fics instead.

#jongtae #jongyu #ontae #2min #shinee fic #non-fic post #posted it to the wrong blog at first - the fail *sighs*

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shawol9196 · 7 years ago

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Witch AU Inktober Masterpost

Poisonous: Jongho/600 words

Tranquil: On2min/500 words

Roasted: Taekey/650 words

Spell: Jongyu/600 words

Chicken: Onjongtae/700 words

Drooling: 2minkey/730 words

Exhausted: Ot5/700 words

Star: 2minkey/600 words

Precious: ot5 (but really 2min)/680 words

Flowing: Minho/650 words

Cruel: Minkey+Jongyu/500 words

Whale: 2min/600 words

Guarded: minkey/550 words

Clock: 2minkey/550 words

Weak; Taekey/550 words

Angular: 2minjongkey/550 words

Swollen: Minkey+Onho/520 words

Bottle: Onho/520 words

Scorched: Ontae/510 words

Breakable: Ot5/530 words

Drain: Jongtae/510 words

Expensive: Jongkey/500 words

Muddy: Ot5/520 words

Chop: 2minkey/500 words

Prickly: Onho/250 words

Stretch: 2min/330 words

Thunder: Ot5/280 words

Gift: Onkey/350

Double: Jongho/270 words

Jolt: Minkey/170 words

Slice: Ot5/180 words

#im so happy i finished #inktober #wau #waui18 #masterlist #ill link this page on the inktober spot for the wau masterlist page thingy

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jinkisbelly · 7 years ago

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I also wanna write the Pokemon go onjongtae au

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katrinawritesthings · 4 years ago

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onjongtae; i can be your angle or yuor devil; r

in honor of Lil Nas X giving us the ultimate queer dream of choosing to go into hell and fuck the devil here is an au I've been thinking about for like almost a year about, you guessed it, choosing to stay in hell and fuck a devil :3c

don’t forget to check out my favorite jonghyuns recommendation event and also Jjongsmonth : )

Jonghyun, shirtless as usual, back to the fridge, looking at him with those dark, dilated eyes. His brown hair is a tousled mess around his horns and his smirk is everything that was ever described to Jinki as sin in his classes. The skin around his scales on his jaw and shoulders is flushed; his chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. For a moment, Jinki wonders why Taemin isn't here, when the two of them are usually inseparable, and then Jonghyun bites his lip and scrunches his nose, his stomach clenching and twitching in staccato breaths, and Jinki realizes that Taemin is.

Jinki doesn't know how to feel about the fact that he's gotten used to walking around a devil's house. Lift his feet higher so he doesn't get tangled in the over-indulgent shag of the carpet, duck down low so his halo doesn't scorch marks into the hanging lamp of the hallway, angle himself just a little bit sideways to slip through the doorway so he doesn't clip his wings tucked in behind him.

Little movements, little adjustments, natural to him now after almost a month of being stuck down here, wings on the mend, no one from upstairs come down to rescue him yet.

Though, maybe rescue isn't the right word.

Then again, hot on the trail of that thought running through his mind comes a hot rush of guilt, so maybe it is the right word. Of course he wants to be rescued. Of course he wants to go home.

He pads into the living room, rubbing his palms into his eyes, trying to press away his sleepiness. When he reaches the low wall that separates the living room from the kitchen, he puts his hands on it and blinks his eyes open, bringing the kitchen into focus.

The kitchen, and also, Jonghyun. Jonghyun, shirtless as usual, back to the fridge, looking at him with those dark, dilated eyes. His brown hair is a tousled mess around his horns and his smirk is everything that was ever described to Jinki as sin in his classes. The skin around his scales on his jaw and shoulders is flushed; his chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. For a moment, Jinki wonders why Taemin isn't here, when the two of them are usually inseparable, and then Jonghyun bites his lip and scrunches his nose, his stomach clenching and twitching in staccato breaths, and Jinki realizes that Taemin is.

Letting his eyes drift down, the top of Taemin's messy black hair is just visible behind the counter, facing Jonghyun, moving backward and forward in a lazy rhythm. One of Jonghyun’s hands is in his hair; the other is holding onto one of his horns, either pushing and pulling him forward and back or just following his movement. Soft, wet slurping noises, too quiet for Jinki to notice before but now feeling louder than anything he's ever heard before, stop abruptly and then turn into thick, audible swallows.

Jonghyun is still watching him. Nose still scrunched, eyes still dark and locked onto his, but now his mouth is open to suck in gasps through flushed, red lips. Jinki swallows himself, involuntarily, and Jonghyun's top lip curls, into something that's a half another smirk, half a baring of his fangs, all dangerous.

Jinki picks his poison and looks back down.

Just in time to catch eyes with Taemin, sitting up straight now, dragging his thumb up his chin to the corner of his lips until it's rimmed with white and then sucking on the pad of it with a mouth that's even more swollen and flushed than Jonghyun’s.

"Sorry," he says in a rough voice. "We thought you'd be sleeping for a little while longer."

Jinki considers him. His eyes drop to the halo around his neck, as dark navy blue as Jinki's is bright shining gold, as heavy as Jinki's is light. They drop lower to where the bones of Taemin's empty wings fold together and bulge underneath his loose white t-shirt. He believes Taemin; he just doesn't believe that the we in that sentence was mutual.

Jonghyun tugs on Taemin's horn, pulling him up, to his feet. Taemin turns to face him with the biggest smile, kisses him with just the slightest touch of Jonghyun's fingers under his chin. And it's messy, of course it is, messy with tongue and teeth and spit, both of their hands grasping for each other, trying to pull each other close until there's no space between them for anything but the back and forth motion of their own breaths pushing against each other.

And then Jonghyun breaks it, kisses Taemin's cheek, his jawline, his ear, lifts up on his tiptoes to slide both of his arms over Taemin's shoulders and lean all of his weight against him. He does it slow, a creeping movement, and just as slowly, slides his eyes up Jinki's body until he gets to his face. Just like every time, Jinki feels like he's being searched, x-rayed, examined, and it makes shame burn in the back of his throat. He knows what Jonghyun is thinking about doing to him in that devil mind of his and it makes him feel filthy, tainted.

"So what do you want for breakfast, dazzler?" Jonghyun asks him.

It's a question, taunt, implication, and invitation all in one, and Jinki wishes he didn't feel it crawling underneath his skin.

#OnJongTae #jongtae #jongyu #ontae #jonghyun #taemin #Jinki #onew #fantasy #fallen angel au #I was going to like save this for when I had more written for this au but like. We all know I'm never going to lamo #I'm going feral about Lil no sex the music videos so good I like that kid #jonghyun voice lust isn't bad lol you have just been Fed propaganda and Prejudice by your teachers for your whole life and (10 page essay)#Taemin voice God shut up every time you do this learn how to simplify #it's not really hell it's just the underworld but like that's a whole explanation that have to get into lmao

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pearlaquahearts · 7 years ago

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AUs part 2 lads

queer eye au: my dudes, how can we even have two ot5s as wonderful as the queer eye babes and shinee without meshing those two worlds? so in my head: kibum is the fashion icon of the century, jjong is home decor with a perfectionist eye, minjung is my beautiful nb grooming gay, taemin is our lil culture bub who does the emotional makeover on their clients, and jinki is food and wine bc he knows how to reinvent people’s diets in rlly clean and easy ways.

minkey parents au sorta?: it’s rlly just an au that popped in my head bc my mom came home from getting my brother out of daycare one day and apparently one teacher had been like bouncing a rubber ball on this little girl’s head kinda antagonizing her and my mom was immediately like “well time to pull my son out of this daycare,” so like that but instead of my mom and my brother it’s minho and his little bro yoogeun who he’s raising with his trans gf gwi.

hybrid au: because i’m That Bitch, but don’t worry all my aus like this avoid icky trope stuff and delve more into the underlying themes of social justice that are like, begging to be evaluated. so like humans onkey who r roommates and jinki is a self-proclaimed bleeding heart and they end up taking in more abandoned/homeless hybrids than they should logically have space for, but key and jinki both love them all like family so they can’t turn them away. minho is a big cuddly doberman hybrid, jonghyun is an egyptian mau hybrid, and taem is a v tactile nd playful havana brown hybrid who’s been described as “dog-like” despite bein’ a kitty hybrid.

a/b/o au: but the previous disclaimer still stands; not icky and has more commentary on social dynamic. onjongtae are (in respective order) an alpha/alpha/omega polyship, and minho is an omega despite all appearances and key is his beta bf.

criminal masterminds au: because ;) you know. kibum’s trusted allies are jinki and taemin, and they work together to pull heists and gather intel and such. jjong is a solo mastermind whose path has crossed with kibum’s more than once, and they’ve upgraded through the years from rivals to friendly acquaintances to friends and now it seems to partners in both craft and personal life. minho is just the poor weapons supplier who deals with both of them and maybe,,, possibly,,, mayhaps is crushing on jinki and taem.

band au: like i know shinee is literally a group but i mean like lame-ass high school garage band shit like jjong uses too much untrained falsetto and is always complaining about his sore throat & drinking tea like that’s what he was born to do, and key doesn’t think he’s good at singing despite having the vocal chords of like,,, an angel so he’s on drums, jinki does sub-vocals and bass, taem does sub-v. and synth, and minho is on electric guitar, and they’re fuckin’ poets and musical geniuses despite being high schoolers they’re just also gay nerds/emo!punk babes and troublemakers y’all i literally love this au.

important high school au #3: taemin is jinki’s adopted brother, and they’re childhood friends with minho and key who live around their neighborhood but go to a private school nearby (they low-key despise it). jjong is a recent transfer student to the school jinki and taemin are at, and he’s a bit of a lonely bub bc he was bullied for being openly queer at his old high school and now he’s scared to make friends but taemin gets paired with him for an assignment and they end up playin’ video games together a lot and jjong becomes rlly good friends with them and wins the hearts of like everybody in the entire goddamn school.

that’s all for now lol i hope y’all enjoyed :)

i’ll start posting my oneshots on here once I’ve got some finished up and polished the way I want them <3 !!

#ot5 au #gen au #shinee #minkey au #onjongtae au #jongkey au #on2min #seriously what would jinki taem and minho's ship name be??#my writing

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eorumverba · 8 years ago

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wip dump 3 - multi

jongho

the one where shinee are gods n jong Fucks Up (side jongtae)

jongkey

the one with hanahaki n reincarnation (side jongtae) the one where jinki n gwi Both like how small junghee is (side jongyu)

jongtae

the one with the faerie cafe (side minkey) an old sbb idea a really old reincarnation au (side jongkey)

jongyu

some of sugar daddy au (side minkey)

onjongtae

dom jinki au (side minkey, jongho, 2min) the one where jinki bites jong while taem fucks him

taekey

the one where taekey tease jinki (side ontae)

#shinee #minkey #jongtae #jongkey #jongyu #jongho #onjongtae #ontae #2min #taekey #monthly #i don like sdjkfh any of these #will maybe finish the first..also the third n maybe sugar daddy au

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futureshawolhearts · 8 years ago

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so uhhhhh informal poll for people who like my fics. should I write:

more nature au (prob like..........the rest of the sad one or like a 2min shenanigans or somthin)

teacher au that features elementary school teachers minkey and freelance teachers onjongtae

soft but muscly jongho who peacefully share an apartment with their ace/aro bff kibum au

ill write something soon eventually, just curious as to what yall are interested in...just like.........answer in the reply or in tags? or yall can like.....ask more about the 2nd two because i know theyre kinda vague? pls?

#pls #i need validation #and direction lol #mari apparently writes things #mari made a post

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eorumverba · 8 years ago

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jongtae from demon au for the headcanon thingie? I miss it dearly. Have a safe trip!

tbh i forgot all about demon au ?? rip,, but ty for reminding me ♡♡♡this got Really long…..didnt know which letters to do so i just did all of them otl;; this also made me wanna write more of demon au

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

jong is rlly soft when its taem, always making sure he’s not hurt and cleaning him up before attending to himself. he can also be really cuddly and clingy, but that’s more with jinki because of how small jinki makes him feel even without trying. sex makes him energized actually, the exact opposite of taem. taem’s usually ready to knock out as soon as he comes, and if he’s ever up for round two, jonghyun ends up having to do all the work, something that neither of them mind at all

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

taem really likes jongs cheeks and lips. theyre puffy from sleep whenever he wakes up, and he looks so sleepy and soft that it makes taemins heart melt every morning. hes kind of a sap like that, not that he’ll ever say.

jonghyun’s very favorite part of taemin is his back. he likes taemins body in general for how long and lean and pretty he is, but he really likes the view of taems back, the dip just above his ass, the muscles shifting when he moves to clench the sheets, the bruises he can see from gripping taems hips too tight

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

jonghyun has a major oral fixation and just..really likes come in general as well. come on his face and on his chest is good enough, but he loves loves loves when jinki or tae come in his mouth. if he’s particularly needy and neither jinki nor tae are there or ready to sate him, he’ll sometimes just make himself come just to have that familiar taste on his tongue again

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

even if jonghyun thinks he’s subtle when he disobeys jinki’s rules, jinki always finds out. jonghyun is a horrible liar, too honest with his eyes and the set of his mouth and with his whole body, and jinki always manages to get the truth out of him, but then, watching jonghyun fumble for answers and start to tear up as jinki pushes more and more feeling into him is more than half the fun

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

jongyu are both very experienced, being incubi and all, and while taem had had his fair share of one night stands and messy handjobs before them, he’s learned so much from them that it’d probably be overwhelming if he ever slept with anyone else. not that he really wants to though, so…

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

taem likes jonghyun on his knees or riding him because of how small he looks like that, and jonghyun can work with anything honestly (he likes the same as taemin though, honestly) and they both love those lazy fucks when they’re still in bed, spooning somewhat with one of them (usually taem) giving a slow handjob to the other and fucking them slow and lazy

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

there’s a lot of banter during foreplay from both of them, but most of that slips away because jonghyun likes to focus entirely on taemin when they have sex, and taem is generally pretty quiet whether he’s giving or receiving. sometimes he’ll remember something cute or funny that jonghyun did earlier that day and it’ll start a burst of laughter from both of them, but otherwise it’s v intense and heavy

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

they all try to take baths together (or at least two at a time) and jinki likes to shave jonghyun and taemin while he tells them little stories or hums under his breath. it’s really lazy and quiet and sleepy, and jongtae are usually more than half asleep wihile jinki moves them however he wants, and he’s always sure to be gentle with each touch and lotion them up when he’s done. it’s the least he could do for having them do so much for him, jinki thinks, and taking care of jongtae is something he really enjoys

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

the only time they’re ever really romantic when they have sex is during those early morning fucks, the ones where they’re sitll both more than half asleep and slow enough with each movement to mumble i love yous and to call it making love instead of their usual fucks

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

jonghyun is loud when he jerks off, mostly because he’s so out of it and so deep in his thoughts. he’s really whiny and he tends not to notice if jinki or taem come in to watch. he also always has his fingers in his mouth when he’s jerking off, and it should muffle his noises, but his sloppy sucking only makes him louder. ontae don’t mind at all

taem doesnt really jerk off that much, not like jonghyun, and when he does, he tries to in the shower so there’s not as much to clean up, unlike jonghyun, who will tend to lick his hand clean or whine at jinki to wash the sheets

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

jong loves choking. he likes anything that leaves marks really - biting, scratching, choking, spanking - but on those rare times where he feels soft n subby, he loves loves loves praise. like…being called a good boy in those times could probably get him to come. but choking and biting is always good to him

taem just likes controlling jonghyun and making him flustered and needy. it doesn’t seem like a lot, but having jonghyun on his knees and begging for a cock in his mouth and clenching his fists tight enough to leave marks and being the cause of that…taem loves that

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

anywhere really?? taem likes the shower best so there’s not as much cleanup, but he also likes leaving the curtains open and fucking jonghyun out in the open of their living room, just for how needy jonghyun gets when taem tells him that anyone could see

jong is fine with anywhere as well, but his favorite place has to be wherever jinki is. it can be taem riding him in their bedroom while jinki watches and tells them how pretty they look, or jong on his hands and knees for taem and begging for jinkis cock in his mouth while jinki watches tv in the living room, or even jong doing his best to suck taem off as he and jinki have dinner - so long as jinki is there, that’s jonghyun’s favorite place

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

for jong, a well-placed touch or word can make him needy in a heartbeat, but things like ‘baby boy’ or 'good boy’ or 'be good for me’ are just…instanut. he also really likes watching taem undress, even if it’s to put pajamas on. that and feeling taems breath on the back of his neck when he first wakes up and taems arm heavy aronud his waist still in sleep just…….he loves it. most of the time when taem wakes up already hard, it’s because of jong.

for taem, anything jonghyun does turns him on. the overt things like licking his lips clean or sucking and bobbing his head around a spoon, jonghyun’s absent habits like sucking on the tips of his fingers and playing with his mouth, jonghyun’s whining and pouting…he’s just really affected by jonghyun. which is entirely understandable, honestly

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there are kinks they like in theory but wouldn’t do - taem doesn’t like excessive pain or blood, jonghyun hates the idea of being owned in an m/s context. they don’t really have any conflicting kinks though, which is good - the only thing they don’t share is jonghyun’s major daddy and petplay kinks. at least for a while, anyway

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

oral is jonghyun’s middle name, honestly. he likes giving way more than he likes receiving, but both are good, and as jinki says, both taem and jonghyun have 'cock sucking lips’, so it works out well. jong tends to be more sloppy and eager than skilled when he’s really needy, but taem doesn’t mind, because jong is So Good with his mouth either way. taem tends to like receiving more than giving - he doesn’t like the stretch in his mouth quite as much as jonghyun does. he’s more calculated with his blowjobs, knows how to get jonghyun to fall to pieces as quickly as possible, but also how to keep him strung out for ages, and both are good. neither of them really like rimming - taem hates the feeling, and jong hates the taste, so they tend to stick to blowjobs

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

whenever jongtae fuck by themselves, it tends to be fast and rough, unless it’s in the morning or in the bathtub. then it’s slower and more romantic, and there’s more conversation and soft kisses passed between them, but otherwise it tends to be pretty fast and rough. if jinki’s there, he dictates the pace, and he tends to like watching them fall apart after what feels like hours and hours of teasing

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

taem is an expert on quickies, but he only thinks they’re fun if they’re with strangers/one night stands. otherwise, once he knows the person well enough (both literally and sexually) proper sex is better, and quickies get boring. unless of course it’s jonghyun already needy and willing to do whatever taem says - that’s never boring.

jong doesn’t really mind either way, because sex is sex, but he’s more used to sex being drawn out because of jinki. he doesn’t mind a good quickie though, if it’s with someone compatible - that’s how he and taem started fucking, after all

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

definitely, definitely. taem is a little more hesitant to try certain things since he’s still human, but so long as jonghyun doesn’t safeword, he doesn’t mind trying new, dangerous things at all. jong loves trying new things as well, the more dangerous, the better. even if it turns out to be only a one time thing, so long as there’s that aspect of risk and the nervousness of something new, he’s more than game

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

jong can go on a while - he likes the feeling and sensitivity of overstimulation, and that’s when jinki and tae say he looks prettiest. taem’s pretty done once he comes once, but he can give jonghyun a lazy handjob or blowjob after he’s already come once

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

they’ve definitely got toys, a whole collection, honestly. jinki tends to buy most of them as surprises, and he always watches. it’s mostly dildos and plugs to stretch jong out. taems more a fan of blindfolds and gags, but he’ll use jonghyun’s toys if he’s in the mood. sometimes jinki will tie jonghyun up all pretty for taemin to use - all dictated by him, of course

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

jinki loves teasing, always teases. taem teases too, but he’s so weak for jonghyun’s pouts and teary-eyed begging, so whenever jonghyun’s had enough and starts begging, taem is quick to give in. jonghyun definitely teases the least out of all of them since he’s the one that gets teased the most and knows how annoying and painful and frustrating it is to be teased so much. if he’s feeling particularly mischievous, he’ll tease taem to pieces, just as payback for all the times taem has teased him to crying

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

jonghyun is always the loudest: he whines and whimpers a lot, and he begs all the time. his blowjobs are full of sloppy noises and he often throws himself into it so eagerly that he chokes and ends up coughing and whining as he tries to get whoever he’s sucking off’s cock in his mouth again. when he’s fucking taem though, he’s quieter, lots of heavy breaths and grunts whenever taem taunts him that he’s not fucking him hard enough. (taem does that a lot) but otherwise, jong is very loud

taem is pretty quiet, except for the banter and taunts whenever he’s getting fucked. lots of panting and quiet curses and breathy 'ah’ noises, and he tends to muffle his noises with a hand to his mouth, much unlike jonghyun

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

taems favorite time of day is early morning, just for those slow, lazy kisses and jongs quiet mumbles of speech. jong is so much more clingy and affectionate then, and taem takes full advantage of it, because seeing jong sleepily pout at him and whine out i love yous is…one of the cutest things ever, honestly

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

they’re both usually shaved clean, courtesy of jinki, but otherwise there’s just a thin peach fuzz layer of hair, taems black n jongs whatever color his hair is (so usually blonde). taem couldn’t take jong seriously when he dyed his hair pink, so jong was sure to make sure jinki shaved him everywhere. jongs dick is longer n thinner than taems, n taems is of average length n wide enough to stretch jongs mouth out comfortably. taem sometimes bugs jong with questions like can he change the length or girth of his dick (yes) n if so why doesn’t he, to which jong responds that next time he’s fucking taem n taem is close to orgasm, he’ll make his dick super thin n tiny out of spite. taem kinda just laughs n rolls his eyes, but when jong is sure he’s forgotten about it, he shrinks his dick and instead of getting frustrated like he thought taem would, taem just starts laughing. neither of them orgasm that night, and that’s okay

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

jong always always always wants. it’s a low simmer beneath his skin that tends to spike because of jinki or taemin, but otherwise, that heat is usually there. taem’s kind of the same, but where jong is easy to spike, taem is easy to get to that simmer, which in turn spikes once the foreplay starts or the idea is concrete in his head

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

taem tends to knock out almost immediately if he comes more than once, but he’s always sluggish and sleepy after one orgasm. jonghyun on the ohter hand never feels as awake and energized as he does after a good fuck, but if he’s in bed with taem and he’s trapped by taem’s sleepy heat, it’s pretty easy for him to fall asleep as well

#jongtae #ontae #jongyu #onjongtae #ot3 #requests #anonymous #demon au #@ x taem sometimes just giggles remembering tht n jong is V Sullen about it #bc he got himself in tht mess #taem v innocently asks if jong will hulk out n starts cacklgin bc jong has never been more pouty #anyw i wanna uhhhh do more demon au now #this is an enitire essya also tbh

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taeminuet · 8 years ago

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Piquancy

Title: Piquancy Fandom: SHINee Pairing: Onjongtae Length: 3k Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Blood; vampirism Summary: In which there are other ways besides knives.

Sequel to Sanguine

A commission for @shinee-texts ; Thank you so much, and I’m sorry this took so long;; It’s been a little crazy around here and SBB took… wow, so much out of me. But thank you for being patient and for all the help and kind words! <3

After months and months of living with two vampires, Taemin would think that anyone’s sleep schedule would adjust. But Jonghyun isn’t entirely adjusted to their schedule even now, and Taemin can’t help but think it’s cute when Jonghyun’s eyes begin to droop when 3 or 4 ‘o clock rolls around, the morning still a long way off.

Right now he’s struggling to stay awake, dozing fitfully against Jinki’s shoulder as Jinki admires him with a level of patience that Taemin imagines it takes hundreds of years to learn.

Taemin doesn’t have that patience. Jinki’s tried to teach it to him, but he always ends up laughing at how young Taemin is, how inexperienced. And Taemin wants to pout and say that he’s almost 30 now, but that’s nothing in the face of Jinki’s centuries. It’s barely more than Jonghyun’s 27, and Jonghyun is still physically aging, not capped forever at 22 like Taemin.

Maybe that has something to do with Taemin’s patience. Or maybe he just doesn’t have any when it comes to Jonghyun, gorgeous and soft and sleepy. If Taemin stays still, he can hear the slow, methodical pulse of Jonghyun’s heartbeat, so unafraid in a room full of vampires who could hurt him as easy as breathing. Not that either of them ever would.

“Should we put him to bed?” Jinki murmurs softly, voice pitched low and smooth to keep Jonghyun from stirring. It doesn’t work.

“I’m awake,” mumbles Jonghyun, nuzzling into Jinki’s shoulder and punctuating his words with a yawn. “Wanna go to sleep with you guys. When the sun comes up.”

“You should be glad the whole coffin bullshit is a myth,” Taemin says, a laugh in his voice. “What would you do without two vampires cuddling you to sleep?”

“Be a lot warmer,” Jonghyun says, and finally pulls away from Jinki to stick his tongue out at Taemin.

“Are you cold, darling?” Jinki asks at once, all concern, and Taemin’s heart melts even if it’s not angled at him because Jinki is just like this, and Taemin remembers all too easily how it is to feel special and adored when Jinki focuses like that, like he has nothing in his entire world more important than their well being.

“No,” Jonghyun says, flushing pink and gorgeous in the soft light. “I’m warm. I am sometimes, after you drink from me, but it’s been…”

He trails off, his cheeks coloring, the words dying on his lips, and Taemin lifts his hand to hide a laugh. He doesn’t know how Jonghyun is still so shy sometimes when he’s seen how needy Jonghyun gets, how Jonghyun whimpers and whines for them once he knows he’s going to get what he wants. But before then, Jonghyun is so soft, so uncertain, like somehow he’s afraid to ask.

And Taemin doesn’t know how they got so lucky, doesn’t know how they ended up with someone as soft and lovely and eager as Jonghyun is. Or he does, but it still fascinates him that Jonghyun wanted them, that Jonghyun agreed to be theirs.

It still fascinates him that Jonghyun can tuck his face into Jinki’s shoulder again, clearly flustered. “It’s been a while…”

“Only a few days,” Jinki murmurs. “Hardly even enough time for Taemin to get hungry again.”

Taemin pouts. “That’s not true,” he murmurs, and slips out of his seat to flicker closer to Jonghyun, too fast for him to see, though he can feel Jinki’s eyes tracking him with ease. He catches Jonghyun’s face, tipping it towards him and running his thumb over Jonghyun’s bottom lip.

He hears Jonghyun’s breath hitch, hears his heartbeat speed up in his chest, the rush of blood in his veins. Taemin can’t help the way his fangs run out, just a little. “I’m… so hungry.”

“Taemin,” Jinki murmurs, lifting an eyebrow. It’s clear that he knows that Taemin is exaggerating, but Taemin really is edging towards hungry and Jonghyun is a temptation that he can’t pass up.

“Please,” Jonghyun says, and it’s tentative still, not quite tipped towards begging just yet, but close. “If he’s hungry…”

Taemin almost laughs. Jonghyun phrases it like it’s all for Taemin’s sake, like he hadn’t prompted it, and it makes Taemin have to fight back a fond smile. Jinki does no such thing, his eyes soft and his expression gentle, so utterly enamored with Jonghyun that Taemin would almost be jealous except that Jinki is leaning just close enough to ask, “Do you want Taeminnie to feed on you, hm? Want to let him taste your pretty blood?”

Jonghyun lets out a tiny whimper. “Yes,” he says, voice finally starting to sound desperate. “Yes, I want that.”

Taemin’s swallows, and his fangs are completely run out now at the thought of Jonghyun’s blood in his mouth, Jonghyun squirming and begging under him. But Jinki catches at Taemin’s wrist gently, pulling him away and pressing a kiss to the thin skin of Taemin’s wrist, the feeling of his fangs just barely there in his mouth, like a warning. “Patience, darling,” he murmurs. “Go change the sheets for us.”

And Taemin wants to whine, but there’s a ritual to this, a way they do it, and Jinki’s words have power in them, the firm urging tinged with the magic of their bond. He slips away, going to change the sheets, and hears Jinki in the room behind him, murmuring sweet things that make Jonghyun whine softly, his heartbeat thrumming in his chest so loudly that Taemin has a hard time focusing as he changes the bedsheets – the waterproof mattress pad to stop the blood from staining the mattress, and the white sheets to ensure that something, at least, will be stained red and pretty.

By the time Jinki leads Jonghyun inside, Jonghyun is already flustered, half clinging to Jinki who holds him close, fingers gentle where they rest on his waist to guide him. “Jonghyunnie,” he murmurs, voice pitched soft and comforting and unable to be refused. “Do you want to tell Taeminnie what you told me?”

And Jonghyun’s entire demeanor is small and soft, almost fragile, but when he opens his mouth, it’s with a moan that’s pure sin. “Please,” he whispers. “Want you to bite me. Want you to make me bleed.”

“So pretty,” Taemin says, and steps forward until Jonghyun is boxed in between Jinki’s grip and Taemin’s body, and even Jonghyun can’t deny the prey instinct now, the feeling of two predators trapping him in place. His heart is racing, and Taemin leans close, mouth near Jonghyun’s throat, fangs out.

“Taemin,” Jinki says, voice firm and forbidding. Taemin presses his mouth to Jonghyun’s throat, but he doesn’t bite down, doesn’t dare. He knows Jinki would never really hurt him, but he doesn’t want to push on this. He know the rules, knows that Jonghyun’s neck is off limits until the day he decides to turn.

But his mouth at Jonghyun’s throat makes Jonghyun shake, leaning heavy against Jinki and tipping his head back onto his shoulder so that more of his throat is bared. It’s trust, pure and simple, and Taemin wishes he could take advantage of it, but Jinki’s hand curves around Taemin’s throat, fingers pressing gently against the bite mark on Taemin’s own skin, and Taemin shudders and sinks under his touch, leaving only a kiss on Jonghyun’s throat before he pulls away.

Jonghyun whimpers, straining after him with a little gasp of, “No, please…”

“Fuck,” Taemin sighs. “One day, Jonghyunnie. One day we’ll bite you like that, drink you dry.”

“Taemin,” Jinki says again, all warning, but Jonghyun is sighing, melting into Jinki’s grip.

“One day,” he echoes, sounding dazed. “Please. But I want… I want this for a while longer.”

Jinki inhales deeply. “For a while longer,” he says, pressing a kiss to Jonghyun’s temple. “For now, let’s give you what you want, hmm?”

“You too?” Jonghyun asks, breath catching, but Jinki shakes his head.

“I drank from you not long ago. And if I take, Taemin can’t have as much,” he reminds Jonghyun, stroking his spine gently. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be right here.”

Jonghyun pouts. “I’m not worried,” he says. “I trust Taemin.”

And that’s a Bad Idea, capital letters and all, because Taemin doesn’t always have the best control, especially when it comes to Jonghyun. But it’s flattering too, and Taemin feels warm with affection.

“You’re precious,” Jinki murmurs to Jonghyun, and then guides him to the bed. Taemin helps him strip Jonghyun, almost reverent in the way they touch him. Taemin’s hands are careful as they slide off his jeans and underwear, and Jinki peels off Jonghyun’s shirt and hoodie with fingers that linger on the softness of him, the way he’s filled out just a little since coming to be with them full time, spoiled and pampered and plied with chocolate after every feeding (and the days between).

Jonghyun lets them, flustered but so willing, and lets Jinki pick him up effortlessly, moving him onto the bed. He sits, pillowing Jonghyun’s head in his lap, and runs his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, petting him gently.

Taemin stands for a moment, looking at the two of them, the loves of his life in very different ways. And he’d almost be content to just stay and watch except that once Jinki gets Jonghyun settled, he murmurs, “Where would you like him to bite, my love?”

And there’s no way at all for Taemin not to feel a sudden feral flush of hunger when Jonghyun goes pink and pretty and spreads his legs open, whispering, “My… my thigh.”

“Fuck,” Taemin hisses, and is between Jonghyun’s legs so fast that Jonghyun jumps slightly, jerking in Jinki’s hold. His heart thuds, fear making it jump in his chest, and Taemin moans, leaning down to press kisses to the inside of Jonghyun’s legs, his teeth scraping pointedly.

Jonghyun whines. “You’re teasing,” he says and tries to reach for Taemin, but Jinki catches his arms, pulls them up above Jonghyun’s head to hold them in his lap, one hand splayed across Jonghyun’s wrist, squeezing just tight enough to be felt. Jonghyun shudders openly, legs falling a little more wide, and Taemin is far too close not to notice that Jonghyun is getting hard. Because of course he is.

“Taemin,” Jinki says, and Taemin’s head snaps up. Jinki is holding Jonghyun in place, almost effortlessly, his free hand stroking along Jonghyun’s jaw. He’s smiling softly at both of them, pleased and proud, and Taemin feels a kind of slow warmth swell up inside of him as how very loved the both of them are, albeit in different ways. “Be careful, darling. You aren’t as hungry as normal, but you know how easy it can be to get caught up.”

Taemin hums. “I’m always careful,” he says, suppressing a grin. “Right, Jonghyunnie?”

“I– I don’t…” Jonghyun whines, and then shivers bodily, turning his head to halfway hide his face in Jinki’s leg. His heart skips a beat, thudding rapid in his chest.

“Jonghyunnie,” he says softly. “Go on. Finish your thought.”

Jonghyun shakes his head as best he can, and he’s trembling. “I don’t want to,” he whispers, and it’s less petulant than it is nervous, a shy little admission. “Its embarrassing.”

“Jonghyunnie, you know we won’t judge you,” Taemin says, lifting a hand to pat his leg soothingly. He leaves it there after, rubbing what he hopes are comforting circles on Jonghyun’s thigh. His thumb keeps skating over the warm line of the artery beneath Jonghyun’s skin, though, and Jonghyun shudders under his touch.

He whines quietly. “I don’t want you to be careful,” he breathes. “I like it when you aren’t. When it hurts…”

Jinki takes a slow deep breath above him. “We don’t want to hurt you too badly, sweetheart.”

Jonghyun whines again. “You won’t,” he says. “I know you won’t. Taemin won’t, and you won’t let him. I–” Jonghyun takes a deep, stabilizing breath. “I know I’m fragile compared to you, but I want… I want you to just… take what you want.”

Taemin can’t control the sound he makes, half whine and half growl, something simultaneously predatory and utterly adoring, and only stops because Jinki’s is murmuring his name, looking down at Jonghyun with caution in his gaze. He’s so careful, so gentle, and this must rub him entirely the wrong way, but he’s also always so willing to give them what they want. It’s clear he’s torn, and the mutable command in Jinki’s voice is full indication. He’s not telling Taemin no, just not yet, and Taemin watches him for a moment, taking in the tension in Jinki’s frame.

“Jinki,” he says, cocking his head to one side. He doesn’t need to say it out loud for Jinki to understand what he means, but he does anyways. “He trusts us. We have to trust him too.”

Jinki sighs softly. “You know it’s awful when you’re right about things,” he teases, but his smile is gentle, and he lets go, carefully, of Jonghyun’s arms, instead sliding his hands into Jonghyun’s and holding them gently. “If your grip loosens, I’m telling Taemin to stop.”

Jonghyun pouts, immediately starting to protest, but even Taemin shakes his head now. “It’ll mean you’re starting to pass out. That’s too much. Trust me, Jonghyunnie, it’s not a fun feeling. Even if you’d wake from it alive.”

“Oh.” Jonghyun’s pout falls away and then slides back into place a moment later, less disappointed and more affected. “Will you bite me now?”

Taemin looks to Jinki, waiting, and when Jinki finally nods, Taemin groans and presses his thumb down into the skin of Jonghyun’s leg, letting him feel the pressure. When he lowers his mouth this time, there are no soft kisses. He lets his teeth drag over Jonghyun’s leg, the points of his fangs pricking gently as they go, leaving tiny pin-prick wounds as he nips at the sensitive skin.

Jonghyun gasps with every one, his breathing getting shallow and desperate. He lets out a tiny whine when Taemin draws a drop of blood, just soft enough to barely be audible over Taemin’s moan. And he’s so hard now – Taemin would have to be blind to miss that, the way Jonghyun’s cock is twitching pathetically with every nip, every flash of pain.

He just ignores it though, because that’s not what Jonghyun asked for. Jonghyun asked to be bitten, and Taemin wants, as badly as Jonghyun does.

He settles his mouth carefully, waiting just a moment, letting Jonghyun realize what’s about to happen, and he bites hard as Jonghyun’s heart stutters. Jonghyun lets out a broken shout, mostly pleasure and partly pain, and Taemin sucks hard, relishing the taste.

After a moment, long before his thirst is sated, he forces himself to pull back. He’s panting, though he has no reason to even breathe, and his mouth is red and full and the smell of Jonghyun’s blood is a tang in the air, more potent than just a scent. It’s magic, an urge, drawing Taemin in, and Taemin shudders violently.

“Taste good,” he moans, trying to find coherency, and lowers his mouth again, to Jonghyun’s other leg. It takes a moment for him to get permission from both Jonghyun and Jinki, but when he does he bites harder now, almost harsh. Jonghyun’s yell is a scream this time, and Taemin hears Jinki’s voice like some distant command, but he’s drinking, and Jonghyun’s blood coats his mouth like honey and Taemin is gone, something desperate and feral and–

Jinki’s voice jerks him away, the magic between them pulling Taemin back, and Taemin snarls weakly as he pulls away. Jinki holds out a hand, pulls Taemin up.

“You can’t stay there, sweet thing,” he murmurs, soft enough that it’s definitely for Taemin’s ears alone. “He’ll hurt himself.”

And when Taemin looks, Jonghyun is vibrating, his hips fucking up into the air, and it’s jerking his legs, moving them just slightly, when Taemin would have ripped skin if he stayed.

“Please,” Jonghyun whines. “No no no, please, more. Don’t stop. Please.”

Taemin moans. “Jinki,” he pleads, looking at him with desperate eyes, and Jinki hums and squeezes Jonghyun’s hands before lifting one arm.

Jonghyun and Taemin moan in tandem, and Taemin fits his mouth against the crook of Jonghyun’s elbow like it’s second nature. “Let me?” he whispers, like a ritual, and Jonghyun nods frantically.

“Please,” Jonghyun gasps, and squeezes Jinki’s hand so tightly it might hurt if Jinki were human. “Please, I want…”

“Hush,” Jinki urges, and squeezes back to remind Jonghyun that’s he’s there. And Taemin wants to be helpful, wants to be less distracted, but fuck, he can still taste Jonghyun’s blood in his mouth, still smell it in the air around them.

He bites, hard and fast and eager, and now it’s neither teasing nor desperation. Now he drinks, long swallowing pulls and Jonghyun quivers under him, noises growing in pitch and desperation until he’s turning his head into Jinki again and burying a scream.

He shudders, weakly, and then his arm falls away from Taemin’s mouth and Taemin lets him go, licking at his own mouth desperately. Jonghyun is still bleeding, but Jinki moves like a shadow, flickering and quick, and he reappears with bandages, with chocolate and gatorade.

“Help?” Jinki says, and he’s glancing at Taemin who is still recovering, trying to wrap his head around humanity again, to wrap himself back around the part of himself that is more than the blood on his lips.

Taemin whines. “Hungry.”

Jinki’s eyes gleam in the dim light, and he reaches out, pulling Taemin in. “Lick, don’t bite,” he instructs, and Taemin obeys without a thought because this is Jinki. Jinki who he trusts and who loves him and who wants the best for them both.

Jonghyun’s blood is thick and heavy, and Jonghyun whimpers softly for a moment as Taemin drags his tongue over the shape of wounds, and then sighs heavily, slurring something that vaguely sounds like Taemin’s name. Taemin laps his way up, licking the blood off of Jonghyun’s skin until suddenly it’s not blood anymore and the taste of iron gives way to the taste of salt on his tongue, and Taemin pulls back fractionally with a start.

Jinki pushes him gently, unyieldingly, back downwards, and Taemin licks a few more times before he realizes that it’s come. He’s licking come from Jonghyun’s belly, where he had come from Taemin biting him. And as much as Taemin wants to feel a thrill of pride there, mostly he just feels a burst of warmth and affection.

Once Jonghyun’s belly is clean, Taemin nuzzles at it softly, teeth tucked carefully away. “Jonghyunnie,” he purrs. “So pretty. Taste so good.”

Jonghyun mumbles something sleepy and slurred. Jinki nudges him awake, plying him with chocolate and something to drink. “You did so well, sweetheart. So strong for us.”

Another mumble and then, “Thank you. Felt good…”

“I’m glad, love,” Jinki whispers. “Sleep with us now. It’s almost dawn.”

Jonghyun shivers. “Cold. Wanna cuddle.”

“I don’t think it will help much–” Taemin starts, but Jinki’s look stops him.

“Of course we can, darling,” Jinki murmurs, and makes sure to bundle Jonghyun in extra blankets before bed to help fight the chill of two vampires cuddled close to him on either side.

#SHINee fic #SHINee fanfiction #Onjongtae #jongtae #ontae #jongyu #my writing #commission #vampire #vampire au

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katrinawritesthings · 3 years ago

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Jonghyun/everyone; the big round lesbian in the sky ; pg-nc17

A collection of short stories told to Taemin by Jonghyun about the moon

🌕Prologue: the moon Jongtae; pg; 733w 🌩Oceanus procellarum - ocean of storms Jongho; storm chaser but in space au; pg; 638w 💞Mare cognitum - sea that has become known Ot5; pg; kissie stuff; 439w 🌹Mare nectaris - sea of nectar Onjongtae; garden spirit au; nc17; 644w 🫂Mare tranquillitatis - sea of tranquility Onjongho; mages au; pg;949w 💦Mare humorum - sea of moisture Jongtae; mermaid au; pg; 899w 🌴Mare insularum - sea of islands Ot5; creationists au; pg; 1386w 🌙Mare crisium - sea of crises Jongtaekey; sailor moon au; pg; 984w ☁️Mare nubium - sea of clouds Jongkey; skyship au; pg; 869w 🌧Mare imbrium - sea of showers/rain Jongminkey; space slice of life au; pg; 1191w ❄️Mare frigoris - sea of cold Jongyu; weather deities au; pg; 887w 🧚Mare vaporum - sea of vapors Jong2min; lake fairy au; pg; 929w 😌Mare serenitatis - sea of serenity Onjongkey; beach au; pg; 962w 🍑Mare fecunditatis - sea of fecundity/fertility Ot5; horny lol; nc17; 1499 words 🌕Epilogue: the far side Jongtae; pg; 893w

Written for @rollercoasterwrite jongsmonth : ) I meant to post this last week but I forgot I had the mermay thing in the queue lol

🌕Prologue: the moon

They're outside, the two of them, Jonghyun and Taemin, at the playground across the street, and they’ve just spent the last half-hour lazily swaying on the swings and watching the summer sunset. It's one of their favorite kind of dates: simple, close to home, free, sometimes there are dogs. And especially, for Jonghyun anyway, once the sun sets, the moon gets extra bright.

It's a full moon tonight and it's almost as bright as Jonghyun's smile. He's twisted around in the swing seat to look for it and, finding it behind them, he quickly gets up and sits down again facing it. Taemin copies him at a much more leisurely pace. He's had his jacket tied around his waist, but he puts it on properly, zipping it up against the sudden nighttime chill.

Pointing up at the moon in the dusky blue twilight, Jonghyun says, "there she is. The big round lesbian in the sky." He sighs dreamily. His pink bangs fall into his eyes, obscuring his view of the moon the tiniest amount, and he flicks them away.

"There she is," Taemin repeats, smiling. It's always been obvious that Taemin isn't as invested in the moon as Jonghyun is, but it's also obvious that he's always been invested in Jonghyun's passion for it. He looks up at it for a minute, then pulls out his phone and starts playing a game. Jonghyun smiles up at it nonstop, arms curled around one of the swing chains, cheek smushed up in his hands, feet gently pushing him back and forth. They talk and joke together as the sky grows darker and the moon glows brighter.

Eventually Taemin looks up, then does a double-take, and then squints his eyes, frowning. "Why is it so bright?" he asks. "What the fuck."

Laughing, Jonghyun tells him, "because it's reflecting sunlight."

"Like," Taemin says. He points at the moon, then down at where the sun sunk below the horizon, and then pauses for a minute, trying to figure out the logistics. Then he rolls his eyes and shakes his head and says, "fucked up.”

"Excuse me, I'm right here," Jonghyun frowns. "She is not fucked up. Fuck you." As usual, he's taken it upon himself to be offended on behalf of the moon. And as usual, Taemin doubles down on offending the moon.

"It's fucked up!” he says, gesturing up at it with his whole hand. "I don't want to think about math and angles and shit. I'm just an ocean gay."

"The moon is, like, literally the intersection between space and ocean gays,” Jonghyun says indignantly. He gestures up at it as well, just the simple thrust of his hand full of fire and emotion. "She pushes and pulls the tides. She makes the waves. They use her for navigation in boats. And, and, you see the dark spots on her? Galileo thought each one was an ocean."

Taemin looks a little overwhelmed at all of Jonghyun's information; probably he knew most of that before, but having it all used against him has to be a new experience. He blinks at Jonghyun, clearly trying to think of something to say, before he blurts, "who?"

"Galileo,” Jonghyun repeats. His hand falls into his lap. "Italian Guy. Big astronomy guy. Forever ago. The one that said earth revolves around the sun instead of the other way around and then the church excommunicated him for blasphemy."

Taemin snorts, dropping all of his other emotions to just laugh instead. He hides it behind his hand even though it's as loud and hiccuppy as usual. "That sounds familiar, yeah," he agrees. He turns back to the moon, frowning but not as hard as before. His eyes trace each dark spot of the moon, taking them all in. "And he thought they were all oceans?" he asks thoughtfully. He looks at Jonghyun. “What are they really?”

"Lava," Jonghyun shrugs, and then, seeing Taemin's face twist into outrage, hastily adds, "but who cares. Not important. For a long time they thought they were oceans. And each of them has a name and a legend attached to it."

It does the trick: Taemin loses focus on his spacephobia and instead perks up with interest. "Legend?" he asks. "Story? Ocean story? Space ocean story?" He's eager, interested, clumsily swinging sideways to bring himself closer to Jonghyun. "Storytime," he demands.

Chuckling, Jonghyun complies.

🌩Oceanus procellarum - ocean of storms

“Ooh ooh ooh, wait wait wait, here here here." Jonghyun swings his arm out to slap at Minho. Minho is already hitting the brakes, though, and he bumps Jonghyun away with his elbow. Their cruiser whirrs to a stop and he hits the stabilizers to keep them in place. Jonghyun scrambles into the back to grab his camera equipment; quickly, before he finishes, Minho pulls up his weather tracker.

He scans through everything – the news, the radio, the satellites, the ship's own scanners – and is certain that it's safe enough for Jonghyun to get out just as Jonghyun is smashing the button to open up the hood. He grabs a tether and hooks it to Jonghyun's belt, tugging him back for just one second to make sure it's secure and then letting him free.

From there Minho can take his time. He sends a report to the local weather station, writes down the coordinates in their log, and grabs his own camera before he tethers himself to the ship and joins Jonghyun outside.

And oh, what a view it is outside.

The cosmic storm that they've been chasing for the better part of a week is in full swing. Stardust, broken comets, and metal debris soar through the void. They swirl with the currents of space, flying in great arcs over their heads. Huge nebulous clouds surround them with all sorts of greens and yellows, dipping into blues, just barely touching orange. There's a dull, quiet roar of fire, of crystals, of metal on metal, of speed, of all of these the mismatched noises mashing together and coming to them sped up, slowed down, and distorted through the clouds. Standing here in the center of it, this huge astronomical wonder, and knowing that it's a fraction of a fraction of a fraction a quadrillion fractions of everything in just this one universe, almost takes Minho's breath away.

But he's seen it all before. The storm isn't the view he's enamored with.

Jonghyun is floating above and a little to the left of their ship, stabilizing his camera stand and trying to set up a good shot of the storm. His silver hair floats around his head and catches sparkles from the clouds. His lashes fan out over his cheeks as he looks through the camera and his strong fingers work so delicately to adjust the zoom and focus. Sharp white teeth bite his bottom lip, soft and pink, and then he catches Minho looking at him, and then he smiles.

He smiles so beautifully. His mouth stretched wide, his cheeks rounded, his eyes all lit up with the same giddy excitement that they always get when they're in the middle of a storm. Minho's breath leaves him.

No matter how many times he sees it, it always feels like the first time.

The storm flares bright, the clouds glowing and expanding with chemical reactions powerful enough to reach throughout an entire galaxy. At the same time, Minho's heart thuds hard enough to reach throughout an entire galaxy and then some.

"So what do you think?" Jonghyun swings himself over to nudge Taemin, blinking at him expectantly.

Taemin hums, staring at the moon for a moment longer before raising his eyebrows. "More romantic than I thought," he says dryly.

"Yeah, well," Jonghyun grins. "You know how us space gays are."

"Yeah?" Taemin laughs. "Galileo was a space gay?”

"He was in my heart." Jonghyun puts his hand on his chest, screwing up his face with overexaggerated emotion. Then he smiles and hops off of the swing. "Let's go home," he says. "I'll Tell you another moon legend another time if you restrain yourself from being mean about her."

Taemin stands and swings his arm around Jonghyun's shoulders. "I'll try my best,” he promises.

💞Mare cognitum - sea that has become known

Kissing Jinki is like space.

Each kiss is soft, slow, and seemingly endless. Jonghyun gets so lost in them that he loses track of time; so lost that sometimes he even forgets where they are. And he doesn't mind either. A kiss from Jinki feels like everything, all at once, all-encompassing, all important, everything in every universe combined all in one simple press of lips. But it also feels like nothing, like not a care in existence, like letting go and giving everything else up because nothing matters but the two of them together.

Kissing Jinki is his favorite.

Kissing Kibum is like a fruit.

They're bright, fresh, each one a burst of emotion. The moment their lips touch Jonghyun bursts into smiling; he bursts into loving. And every time it's a surprise. A kiss from Kibum has layers, like biting into a gummy and not expecting the gooey center inside. They're not just physical affection, they’re communication. No matter how small or quick, Jonghyun gets a full story from each of them –how Kibum's day was, what his mood is, what he wants to say to Jonghyun, the exact number in the millions to describe how much Kibum is in love with him at that exact moment.

Kissing Kibum is his favorite.

Kissing Minho is like a blanket.

Every one is so warm, so cozy, so comfortable. Jonghyun melts into them on first contact; relaxing into them feels like coming home. And it's been like that since the very first time. A kiss from Minho is to be enveloped in a warm hug, not just from his arms around Jonghyun's shoulders, but from his aura wrapping around Jonghyun s. He radiates protection, security, and stability, but every so often, if Jonghyun rubs him just the right way, he'll nip, he'll bite, he'll static shock a thrill directly through Jonghyun's nerves.

Kissing Minho is his favorite.

Kissing Taemin is like –

"Jonghyun?”

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Please."

Kissing Taemin is like fireworks.

Every single time, it's dazzling, exciting, tingly from the tips of his hair all the way down to his toes. Jonghyun can anticipate and prepare for each and every one, but they never fail to sweep him off of his feet. And he never gets tired of them. A kiss from Taemin makes his heartbeat stutter, his lungs hitch, his stomach flip. They’re so much packed into so little, and they last much longer than the initial flash and bang would lead one to believe. They linger, enjoying their welcome, reminding Jonghyun that Taemin will stay just as long.

Kissing Taemin is his favorite.

🌹Mare nectaris - sea of nectar

“Can't believe you jerked it before you called me."

“How was I supposed to know you were going to try to have phone sex with me?”

Both of them can feel each other's pouts through all of the distance separating them. Jonghyun is on his stomach on the bed at home, chin in his hands as he looks out the window at the full moon. Taemin is slouched in a hotel chair miles away, looking through fancy curtains at the same moon. "Why wouldn't I try to have phone sex with you?” he groans.

"You know," Jonghyun chuckles, "can't argue with that.” while Taemin dramatically groans louder, he pulls a pillow to support him underneath his chest. "here,” he says. "I'll give you a horny fantasy I like to think about. You don't know this one. It's based on one of the moon legends.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Taemin mutters, frantically getting his hand down his pants.

In every garden, if it's cared for enough, loved enough, cherished enough, a spirit will be born. A manifestation of the garden’s emotions and health, the spirit will lend their magic to the owners of the garden in gratitude. And if the spirit themself is treated kindly enough–with prayers, favors, offerings, and praise–they will stay and the garden will flourish like no other. If ignored or disrespected, it's said that the spirit will leave and nothing will ever grow in the garden again.

Luckily for Jonghyun, Jinki and Taemin know exactly how to keep their spirit absolutely delighted.

"You’re so pretty today, aren't you, with all of your alyssums?” Taemin's fingers in ferns flowers send shivers down Jonghyun's spine. Or maybe it’s that when he sifts his fingers through them, hundreds of tiny little white and pink flower petals flutter down over ferns body. Or maybe it's his voice, so soft and husky, so close to ferns ear that fern can feel his lips smiling. Or maybe it’s his hand on the back of ferns thigh. Or maybe it's his other hand on ferns cock.

It might also be Jinki's mouth against ferns jaw, or his warm chest pressed against ferns back, or his lap soft and comfortable beneath fern, or his hand on the back of ferns other thigh helping to keep ferns legs spread open, or his fingers inside of ferns ass.

It might be any number of those things. Either way, fern's having a fantastic time. Ferns heart is beating so hard that fern can feel every pulse of chlorophyll through ferns veins and the edges of ferns vision are exquisitely fuzzy.

"You say that like fern's not pretty all the time." Jinki's tone is stern and his fingers draw circles on Jonghyun's prostate as if to make it up to fern.

"I said today," Taemin pouts back. His hand is impossibly soft on ferns cock, just barely stroking fern. Fern's absolutely leaking precum anyway and it dribbles down ferns shaft, over his hand, drips off of ferns balls to absorb into the soil. "Fern's pretty everyday, but fern's extra pretty today. Aren't you, my Jonghyunnie?"

"My favorite," Jinki says warmly.

" Our favorite," Taemin corrects.

"Our only." Jinki punctuates the words with a kiss just below ferns ear. Jonghyun flushes, roses blooming in ferns cheeks and all around the garden. Theirs; fern's theirs and they're ferns. "Do you want to cum, our handsome?" Jinki asks fern.

Frantically, Jonghyun shakes ferns head. No, no fern doesn't. Not yet. It's been at least an hour, already, of them playing with fern, pleasuring fern, spoiling fern, and fern doesn't want it to end. Fern wants to feel like this, just like this, hot and tingly and delirious and loved, forever and ev –

"Hey, I nutted."

"I heard." Jonghyun's smile is just as audible over the phone as Taemin's is. "You're welcome," he says.

🫂 Mare tranquillitatis - sea of tranquility

Jonghyun drums his fingers on his thigh, a staccato of nerves to complicate his foot bouncing restlessly against the carpet. He stares at his phone in his hand. The phone stares back at him, displaying the phone number for the interview he’s supposed to call for in half an hour.

Taemin stares at him too, nibbling on his bottom lip. His hand hovers over Jonghyun's leg like he's not sure whether or not touching will help.

"What if," he tries, "what if you thought about the moon?”

And then, when all Jonghyun does is frown and tilt his head, continues, "she calms you down, right? Or is there a moon legend about being calm?”

“There... is," Jonghyun says.

Jonghyun drums his fingers on his thigh, a staccato of nerves to compliment his foot bouncing restlessly against the hardwood floor backstage. His breath shakes in and out of his mouth no matter how hard he tries to control it. His pulse pounds in his fingertips. The space just behind his eyes is burning so hot that he wouldn't be surprised if he burst into flames at any moment. All he can hear is his own breathing and everything else seems muffled, far away. His magic, a soft pink shimmer around him, sparkles and crackles in a way that only he knows is different from normal.

People walk past him with polite greetings that he returns mindlessly. If asked, he couldn't recall who or how many. Just that he smiled and waved with three fingers, nodded or cocked an eyebrow, offered a joke or a wish of good luck in return. He's always like this; confident and unbothered on the outside but falling apart on the inside. He wouldn't mind so much if it was something he was doing on purpose, but as it is, he would do anything for someone to spare him more than a passing second and realize that he needs –

“Jonghyun.”

“Hey.”

Jinki and Minho sit down on either side of him and bring the world into focus with them. Muffled voices clear up into discernible words, the boxes and rope behind the stage curtains lose their fuzz around the edges, the people walking around become recognizable. But most importantly, front and center in Jonghyun's mind is the warmth of Jinki's side pressing against his and Minho's arm around his shoulders. Those more than anything pull him back to the present.

"You're going to do great," Minho tells him. He's full of confidence, like he knows that he’s speaking facts, and he shakes Jonghyun hard enough to make him jiggle. "Everyone you've already sung for has loved it. And you've practiced a thousand times.”

His light green magic mixes with Jonghyun's on the right, their colors swirling together without blending. Jonghyun follows a line of green as it curls around some pink and mumbles, "It could have been a thousand and one." He could have always practiced more. He could have stayed up later, eaten faster, taken less breaks.

Jinki's arm snakes around his waist and he puts his chin on his shoulder. His magic is a light orange and it does blend with Jonghyun's until they turn into a soft peachy color on his left. Jinki doesn't offer any words; just his presence, quiet and supportive. Jonghyun leans his head against his.

"Singing is the easy part anyway,” Minho goes on. "Isn't that what you've been saying this whole time? Writing everything was the hard part. And it's a spell for calming nerves anyway. All you have to do is start and then the more you sing the less nervous you'll be. Starting only takes a second.”

Jonghyun does have to admit, he's making some very good points. Jonghyun remembers making those same points himself all month long ever since signed up for the audition. It's good to be reminded. Absentmindedly, he twines his fingers with Jinki's and squeezes. Jinki squeezes back the perfect amount.

"And besides," Minho says. He puts his free hand on Jonghyun's leg and shakes it gently. "You're the best singer that I know.”

"Stop,” Jonghyun whines, automatically blushing. His magic glitters bright and warms the air around them, making his hair stand on end. Even without looking, he can see Minho's huge smile in the corner of his eye.

"Why?” Minho pouts, offended that Jonghyun is denying him. "It's true. Your voice is wonderful. You've always had talent and you've added so much skill on top of it. When you sing it's like roses –”

"You're so –” Jonghyun puts his face in his hands, trying to steady his beating heart. Every time. Every single time Minho starts complimenting him. Jinki makes soothing noises next to his ear, gently tickling his fingers into his side, but Jonghyun can tell that he’s amused. Every single time with both of them. They're too much for him.

But at least now his mind is off of his nerves. He straightens up, fanning his face. On either side of him, their smiles are so full of confidence that Jonghyun can't help but feel confident in himself.

Not too long after, he walks on stage to the microphone. His vision and his hearing are clear, his hands and breathing are steady, and his magic floats calmly around him. He introduces himself and, when he takes a breath to start singing and feels a tingle of nerves in the back of his head, he scans the sparse crowd for Jinki and Minho. He finds them and, with their smiles in his heart, he gives the best performance he's ever given in his life.

And it's easy.

💦Mare humorum - sea of moisture

Taemin finds Jonghyun right where shell thought shell would: floating on shells back up on the surface. shell's silhouetted in the light of the moon and stars, but every so often, one of shells pink scales will glitter in the moonlight. Shells long pink hair spreads out around shells head, sending crisscrossing shadows over Taemin as shell swims up to meet shell.

Breaking the surface of the water is as disorienting as usual. The chill of the air, the force of the breeze, the sudden existence of smell. But Taemin brushes it off with practiced indifference and pushes shells silver and black hair out of shells face. Jonghyun hums quietly, a short little acknowledgement of shells presence. The sky is reflected in shells pretty eyes, a universe filling them up with stardust. Moonlight shines down on shells face. It highlights shells cheekbones, the tip of shells nose, and shells plush lips.

Gently, Taemin gathers up shells hair and pushes it out of the way, and then even gentler, shell cups Jonghyun's face and kisses shell upside down. Jonghyun kisses back, soft, distracted, but when Taemin pulls away, shell tilts shells face up to keep their mouths connected for that tiny second longer. Shells eyelashes flutter and Jonghyun seems to lose focus for a second before gaining it back. The stars leave shells eyes and Taemin fills them instead so that Taemin is looking back down at shellself, reflected twice. Jonghyun smiles.

Taemin came here to chide him, but shell can't help but smile back while shell does it. "You scold me so much for sitting at the edge of the trench and wanting to go explore it,” shell accuses, "and look where I find you.” Jonghyun knows it's dangerous up here, with humans and their boats around.

Jonghyun's nose wrinkles. "They're different," shell pouts. "One day if I'm not there to stop you you'll actually go down there and get eaten by something. How am I going to get all the way up there?" Shell gestures up at the sky. Still watching shells eyes, Taemin sees Jonghyun get lost in space again, lost in desire. Shells eyes get a faraway look in them and shells voice becomes soft, dreamy, almost a whisper. "But don't you just... want to?" shell asks. Shells arm stays outstretched, fingers reaching for the stars.

Taemin looks up. They're far enough away from the local islands that the only thing they can see is ocean below them and space above them. From this angle, with nothing else, not even clouds, to block their view, it really does seem like the stars are so close that Jonghyun could pluck one out of the void if only shell could reach a couple of inches higher. "I bet if we got up there we could swim," Jonghyun says. "I bet we could do anything we wanted.”

Taemin stays quiet, letting shell yearn. Jonghyun knows how shell feels about space. With the trenches, Taemin has the security to know that whatever is down there at least has to abide by the rules of the ocean, and whatever it is has a bottom, an end point. But up there, out in the everything, out in the nothing, shell can't even begin to imagine what they could find. That scares shell. Shell can't even begin to comprehend the sheer number of possibilities that lie out there. That terrifies shell.

"I want," shell says, tilting Jonghyun's head to bring shells attention back down to the sea. "I want you and me to be together. Wherever we are." Shell lets that sit for a moment, warm and heartfelt in Jonghyun's ears, until shell feels the blush creeping into shells own cheeks. Then shell adds, "as long as that wherever isn't here."

Jonghyun chuckles, shaking shells head. Shell rights shellself in the water, giving up the moon easily in exchange for Taemin. One more kiss, and then Taemin takes Jonghyun's hand and pulls shell underwater. Together, they swim back home.

"Jonghyun?"

"Yeah?”

"I really liked that one.”

"I knew you would."

It's a hot summer night and they’re in their apartment complex’s pool technically after curfew but it's not like anyone is going to wake up and yell at them about it. Jonghyun is on his back in a unicorn floatie, staring at the moon, and Taemin is on his stomach on a shark floatie, staring at Jonghyun. "Which moon sea was that one about?" he asks.

Jonghyun points up, and even with the apartment buildings and telephone poles silhouetted against the night sky, his hand looks close enough to the stars that he might be able to pluck one out of the void if only he could reach up a few more inches. "Bottom left, the little one,” he says. Taemin squints up at the moon and finds it. "Mare humorum,” Jonghyun says. "Sea of moisture."

"Sea of – excuse me?” Taemin bursts into laughter. He tries to smother it, but it comes out anyway, loud in the silence of the night. "Moisture?" he repeats.

"Listen," Jonghyun says, but he's giggling too.

"Hey, I'm Galileo, I bet that ocean is so fucking wet –”

"Shut up, ” Jonghyun hisses, but that did it for both of them. Their laughter echoes around the pool and then all throughout the buildings as they scurry back home before they wake up the entire complex.

🌴Mare insularum - sea of islands

"Delivery guy says 25 minutes,” Taemin says as he steps out of the front door. Jonghyun hums in reply but doesn't take his eyes off of the moon. He's sitting on the steps, hugging his knees to his chest. Taemin joins him, crouching down behind him and slowly creeping his arms over his shoulders. Pressing their cheeks together, he looks up at the sky as well. The moon shines full and bright between countless stars.

"Give me some moon wisdom,” he murmurs. Smiling, Jonghyun raises his eyebrows. He presses his lips to Taemin's cheek in a quick peck.

"Moon wisdom, huh?" he asks. "Alright.”

Taemin is a perfectionist. Not in that every single one of his creations must be identical, or healthy, or useful, or guaranteed to survive as long as possible; but in that every single one of his creations must be something that he can take pride in. Each one needs to be exactly the way he wants it to be before he releases it into existence.

Everything that Taemin creates goes through countless revisions, rigorous examination, minute monitoring. Sometimes he'll get something all the way to the finish line, then decide he needs one more revision to get it just right. And then one more. And then one more. And then just one last touch. And then one more.

It grays his hairs, puts bags underneath his eyes, aches in his bones. It keeps him up when he should be sleeping, hovers in the back of his mind when he should be relaxing. It builds up and up and up inside of him, a growing frustration that nothing he does is ever right and never will be and he might as well just throw it all away and never start again until –

Until Jonghyun finds him. Takes his hands out of his hair and brings them to his mouth. Kisses every knuckle, every fingertip. Smiles against each one. Jonghyun gently touches Taemin's latest creation – a tree, a mountain, a river, a meadow – and tells Taemin that it looks great. Tells Taemin something he loves about it. Tells Taemin that he's proud of him for working so hard and so diligently to come up with something entirely new all on his own.

And Taemin, his shoulders sinking, his chest lightening, his mouth smiling for the first time in what feels like eons, takes the creation and releases it into existence without another thought. It doesn't have to be perfect; it just has to be.

Minho's creations can never measure up. Ever since he can remember he's always been told to conceive better, create better, finalize better, be better. Look at what everyone else is doing and do what they do. Be like them and maybe he'll come close to being good enough.

He doesn't even think his creations are that bad; he likes them. He puts his all into every gust of wind, every beam of sun, every drop of rain. He takes his time and has fun and sends them out into existence proud of his work. It's just his superiors that always find something wrong.

It's them that belittle Minho, criticize Minho, command Minho. It's them that take his pride and accomplishment and turn them into disappointment and insecurity, indecision, hesitancy. Their words pull him apart at the seams, have him stretching in every direction in an attempt to obey, running in circles to try to please, falling apart every time he realizes that he will never be enough no matter how hard he tries –

Until Jonghyun takes him by the arms. Stops him, holds him, stabilizes him. Invites himself into his arms and gets comfortable, smiling mischievously with all of the confidence of someone that knows he won't be reprimanded. He peers over whatever Minho was working on last, scrutinizing it with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, and then always manages to compliment with such specific detail just the exact thing that Minho liked most about it.

And every time, the sound of his voice washes through Minho's ears and completely drowns out everything else. He takes the creation and releases it into existence without another thought. He has nothing to prove to anyone else; the only one he needs to please is himself.

All of Kibum's confidence is faked. Well – not all of it. He's sure that some of it is genuine. It's just that he's spent so long faking it that now it's hard for him to tell when it's real and when it's not. He used to be so afraid of being average, regular, unimportant, that he would overcompensate. Overexaggerate. Overdramatize everything from himself to his creations.

Giraffes. Poisonous frogs. Rafflesias. Giant squid. All of those are Kibum's creations, bright and loud and painstakingly unique. His creations, his soul, screaming to be seen, to be heard, to be loved. Screaming that of course he knows what he's doing, of course they're exactly what he wants them to be, of course he doesn't need help, of course he's not barely clinging on to what self-esteem he has.

But now, he does think he knows what he's doing, what he wants to be. He knows how to ask for help and his self-esteem is thriving. Kibum thinks. He just can't be sure. Insecurity nags at him all the time, gnaws at his edges, mumbles that he's still trying too hard and his entire life is a lie and maybe it always will be and –

Until Jonghyun pops into his space, sits in front of him, crosses his legs, and smiles at him so that his eyes glitter behind his lashes. Reaches forward and cups his chin, brings him close, and brushes a soft kiss to his mouth. He picks up Kibum's latest creation and, examining it from all angles in his palm, says in a dismissive tone of voice that it could be flashier.

And it's that, the gentle teasing, the hint of a smile underneath Jonghyun's raised eyebrows, that gets Kibum every time. He rolls his eyes, taking the creation from Jonghyun and sending it out into existence without another thought. His confidence isn't faked; the extravagance of it has just become his comfort.

As for Jinki, he carries the weight of everything he's ever created on his shoulders. They're his creations – how can he not? Even after he releases them into existence and they gain free will, they still came from him. Everything they do is under his name. Every action, every choice, every thought.

So when they come to harm, he takes it as his personal responsibility. He feels the pain, he feels the guilt, he feels the anger, he feels the grief. He feels it all, heavy and crushing, from millions and millions, billions and billions. Jinki wants so much to take them back, scoop them off of the earth and into his hands, cradle them and coddle them, soothe them, reassure them that he won't let anything bad ever happen to them again. But he can't.

And if he can't comfort them, then he shouldn't waste his time comforting himself. It wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be right. So instead he works, hard and long, never-ending, never letting himself rest. Creation after creation, conceived and released into existence one after the other. Jinki drowns out his pain, his longing, his thoughts, his emotions, his –

Until Jonghyun comes to him. Gently, with a hand on his shoulder, and then his elbow, and then his forearm, and then his wrist. He stills Jinki's rhythmic movements and brings him hurtling to a stop against the soft cushion of his smile. Jonghyun takes his latest creation out of his hand and places it with care away from him. Then, holding both of Jinki's hands in his and stepping close so they're trapped between their chests, he asks Jinki how he's feeling.

And Jinki, even though his mind is suddenly rushing, racing, twisting, relaxes into the warmth of his voice. For just a little while, he lets himself be still. He lets himself be held. He is worth more than what he can or can't do for others; he deserves compassion too.

And Jonghyun weaves between all of them, floating, soft, loving and being loved in and to infinity.

🌙Mare crisium - sea of crises

The sun is shining, the sky is a perfect cloudless blue, and the moon hangs in a pale circle above the buildings and streetlamps of downtown. The city bustles with life, people out enjoying the nice sunday morning shopping and cruising. Music plays invitingly from street vendors and open shop doors, the scents of food stalls and restaurants waft everywhere on the cool breeze, and the entire area bursts with color.

Junghee, Gwiboon, and Taeyeon add to the color as they walk down the street, each one of them decked out in pink, yellow, and blue respectively. From their dyed hair to their bright outfits to their tie-dyed sneakers, the three of them walking arm-in-arm are a flag of joy in an already joyous day. They've been hanging out since that morning and have just walked out of an ice cream shop, and the three of them smile and laugh together as they share each other's snacks. Even Roo is with them, trotting along happily at their side on her little puppy legs.

Junghee feels full to bursting with light and love. Nothing makes her happier than to be hanging out with her girlfriends on a beautiful day. Everything about this day is completely perfect.

And then the street in front of them blows up.

Chunks of concrete fly into the air, landing dangerously on cars and the sidewalks. Thankfully no one is hurt, but everyone sure is screaming, alarms blaring, shrapnel clattering, as a monster bursts into the open from underground. It has the body of a woman but the abdomen and legs of a beetle, shiny and segmented and skittering as it gets its footing and cackles evilly. ”Running is futile, puny humans!" it screeches. "Soon all of your energy will belong to the Negaverse!” From its abdomen, it sprays a hot blast of acid that explodes the street further ahead.

"Oh, come on ,” Taeyeon whines.

"Isn't that the bug scientist from the museum?” Gwiboon asks, frowning. “Why her? ”

"Gosh, not my fucking – my pink overalls, I just bought these!" Junghee wails in despair, looking down at her clothes. The force of the explosion made her jump so hard that she dropped her ice cream and now chocolate is splattered all down her front. “Like it wasn't enough to ruin my day, they had to ruin my outfit too?”

Roo hops up onto a mailbox next to them and sits up straight, her little puppy paws daintily settled in front of her. "No complaining, girls,” she chides. "Hurry and transform!”

For once, Junghee doesn't protest. While Taeyeon complains about still being hungry and Gwiboon continues to mutter under her breath about the Negaverse, she digs in her pocket and pulls out her wand. That monster is going to pay if she has anything to fucking say about it. Holding it high above her head, she announces, "moon prism power!”

The familiar sensation of magic courses through her, lifting her up off of the–

"Excuse me? What?”

"What?” Taemin is looking at Jonghyun with wide eyes and Jonghyun is looking right back. "I was just getting to the good part,” he pouts.

Taemin shields the sunshine from his eyes with his hand and squints accusingly at Jonghyun over the table in front of the ice cream parlor. "This is just Sailor Moon," he says.

"Yeah?” Jonghyun asks. He twirls his spoon in a questioning hand. “And?"

"You cannot tell me," Taemin says, "that some Italian dude like 500 years ago came up with the legend of Sailor –”

“Oh! No." Jonghyun laughs behind his hand, shaking his head. "No, you misunderstood. Galileo just came up with the theory that dark spots on the moon were oceans and gave them names. I didn't say he came up with all of the legends for them.”

“Oh.” Taemin physically relaxes, slouching in his chair. "Okay, that makes sense," he says. He twists to scan the sky for the pale moon. "So the lady that created Sailor Moon was inspired by one of the oceans?" he asks. "That’s –"

"No, I don't think so," Jonghyun hums. "I was just thinking about the sea of crisis and it made me think about Sailor Moon so I made up a story about it.”

Taemin hums, understanding, but halfway through, it pitches up to become a question instead. He whips around to face Jonghyun again. "What do you mean, you made up the story?" he asks.

"I mean I thought about it in my brain and then told it to you out of my mouth?" Jonghyun tilts his head like he's confused. "Why do you think the characters have our names?"

"Because – I thought –" Taemin leans fully forward in his chair, putting his ice cream down and his hands on the table. His entire face is scrunched up in distress and confusion. "I thought you were just taking the legends and changing the names to us for fun? Have you – have you been making up all of the legends?"

"Yeah," Jonghyun says, clearly baffled.

"That’s," Taemin says. He throws his hands up in the air. "Those are just stories then, they're not legends," he says. "They're not history."

"Legend doesn't have to mean history,” Jonghyun pouts. "Legend can also mean very well known."

"Who are these stories very well known by?" Taemin demands.

"Me,” Jonghyun smiles. He wiggles his shoulders, eyes sparkling behind his lashes.

“You–” Taemin stands up, inflating like he's full of a million words, and then it all leaves in a quiet chuckle. "You,” he says fondly. He reaches for Jonghyun, cups his face, and smeks a smooch onto his cheek. Jonghyun beams as he sits back down. "Can I be Sailor Mercury?” Taemin asks.

"You are,” Jonghyun grins.

"Hell yeah," Taemin says. "Can I say something annoying and then Key blushes because she hates me but she loves me?”

"Obviously,” Jonghyun smirks.

"Fuck yeah,” Taemin hisses.

☁️Mare nubium - sea of clouds

Stepping out of the captain's quarters and onto the deck of the Locket, Kibum takes in the conditions. Crew busy; direction southeast; wind gentle; temperature warm; humidity high; visibility 10 feet at best.

In a cloud. Just the way he likes it.

He walks to the starboard side of the ship and gazes out over the railing, holding onto the wood with both hands. Clouds swirl above, around, and most importantly, below them. The ship is completely surrounded. Above and to the right the clouds look a little brighter, a little yellower, and he figures that if the sun is over there then it has to be almost three in the afternoon. Kibum takes a deep breath, pushes his hand through his gelled black hair, fixes his eyepatch, and adjusts his collar. Then, annoyed at his own stalling, he looks down.

Straight down.

Nothing but clouds. Dense, puffy, misty white, blocking his view of the earth. Of mountains, of forests, of oceans, of whatever is lying miles beneath them. Kibum takes another deep breath, this one even more relaxed. It's always easier to deal with the height when he doesn't have to look at it.

The whizz of someone sliding down a rope, the thud of a landing on the deck, footsteps behind him, and then his favorite voice.

"Hey," Jonghyun drawls. He slides right up next to Kibum so their sides touch, their arms tangle. Jonghyun's thick and muscled next to Kibum's thin and lean, his skin sunkissed next to Kibum's delicate complexion, his body naturally hot next to Kibum's constant chill. His hand small and stocky holding onto Kibum's big palm and long fingers. When Kibum turns to look at him he's just the same as usual: ruggedly handsome with attractive shaggy black hair, gorgeous eyes, and a charming smile that–

"Are you going to describe yourself like this every time?” Taemin Interrupts Jonghyun mid-sentence. He takes a break from his cloudwatching to raise his eyebrows at Jonghyun next to him in the grass. Jonghyun is smirking up at moon in the sky, completely unashamed.

"Obviously," he says.

Taemin can't help but smile himself. Obviously.

A charming smile that, despite the sharp teeth, despite the hooked shape, despite the bitten lip, is soft around the edges. "Being brave?" Jonghyun asks. He bumps their shoulders together in a gentle sort of way that still has Kibum swaying to the side from the force.

Kibum sighs slowly through his nose. From anyone else, he would take that as sarcasm, teasing. But from Jonghyun? He can believe it. The intention behind it, anyway. "Being something," he mumbles back. He wouldn't call it brave that the only time he can look off of the edge of the ship is when he can't see anything.

Jonghyun tsks at him and Kibum knows that an encouraging reprimand is just on the tip of his tongue, but he's interrupted before he can say it. From behind them, they're both asked, "captains?"

"Yep?" Jonghyun replies, turning. Kibum turns with him to find a member of their glider scout squad back from patrol.

"Government ship heading our direction," they say.

Jonghyun blows a raspberry. Kibum purses his lips, annoyed in his own way. "Colors?" he asks. They're not technically fond of any government in these parts, but some of the governments haven't learned to be hostile towards them yet and Kibum isn't in any rush to give those ones a reason if he can avoid it.

"Orange and red," their scout replies. Kibum hums shortly. Might be worth causing some trouble after all. "Looks like supply, not force, though," they add. "Just basic guns."

"Just go around them," Jonghyun says. “Anything they're supplying this direction isn't dangerous."

He's right; they're in a war with one of their neighboring countries, but in the opposite direction. Away from the Locket , not towards it. Kibum nods, seconding Jonghyun's order.

"Captain,” the scout says, nodding to Jonghyun. Then, with a nod at Kibum, "other captain.” They turn and leave to relay orders. Kibum watches then go, frowning.

"I've been other captain for a week straight," he grumbles. Ever since he chewed the crew out about acting up and embarrassing him at the last port town.

"Don't be bitter because you're not the fun captain,” Jonghyun smirks. He leans in quick as lightning and steals a kiss on Kibum's cheek before Kibum can snap at him about that. He's plenty fun. He's fun all the time.

But now that he's been smooched, he guesses he doesn't care as much anymore. Jonghyun has that effect on him. The effect of comfort, security, of all around okayness.

Especially when, a moment later, Jonghyun hugs him from behind, his arms circling tight around his waist, his chin hooking over his shoulder. He's on his tiptoes to do it. His voice is soft, breathy, next to Kibum's ear. "We’ll trade places again soon," he reassures. "Don't think about it for now.”

Kibum lets the words wash over him, soothing the rest of the grumpiness out of him. He looks out at the clouds, letting them block his vision, and relaxes back into Jonghyun, letting him block his thoughts.

🌧Mare imbrium - sea of showers/rain

The skate park glows with late afternoon sunlight, soft oranges and yellows contrasting with harsh whites reflecting off of railings and boards as they flip through the air. Idle chatter mixes with rock music from a boombox over the constant drone of wheels on concrete. It's close enough to sunset that parents have taken most of the children home; the teenagers that remain are taking their new freedom as an opportunity to get a little rowdy. A little loud, a little dangerous. Not violent or anything, but still bold enough to huddle around one of the corners trying not to look suspicious as they cover for someone graffitiing the wall. What adults are left don't mind and leave them to their art.

Jonghyun and Taemin are two of those adults. Taemin is practicing a trick on a grind rail and Jonghyun is hanging out on top of the halfpipe trying to find a way to position his hands so that he can look at the moon without being blinded by the sun right next to it. Neither of them succeed, but after Taemin almost eats shit he skates his way up to sit next to Jonghyun and distracts him so it doesn't matter anyway.

He sits down so hard that their bodies jostle together, swings a sweaty arm around Jonghyun's shoulders, drops his board over both of their laps, and asks, "have you been coming up with all of these moon legends on the spot or do you think them up beforehand?"

Jonghyun traces the little J+T hidden in the artwork of Taemin's skateboard with a smile. "Both," he shrugs. "Some of them I've had for a while because I just like to think about them for fun. But some of them I've come up with in the moment."

"Neat," Taemin says. He leans all of his weight on Jonghyun until Jonghyun is giggling and propping them up with a hand on the cement. "Do you take requests?"

"Only from gremlins that I'm in love with,” Jonghyun says.

“Yo, that's me!" Taemin beams. "Tell me a moon story about me being super cool and badass.”

Taemin's performance is as show-stopping and jaw-dropping as usual. Backlit by the second sun of the asteroid belt, comets fill the sky with their icy streaks and Taemin dances between them. Jinki's voice flows over the performance, every beat and every note corresponding with a perfectly choreographed movement from Taemin's body. Flames blaze from their roller skates, red hair, and their hands as they skillfully jump and twist from comet to comet and grind hard on their tails. Sparks from their fire twinkle up into space; stardust from the comets rains down on their captive audience.

Jonghyun beams underneath his oxygen mask as he watches them. That's his friend up there. He knows that alien. He's sitting sidesaddle on his space cruiser on a smaller asteroid away from the main crowd. Key leans on the handlebars to his left and Minho is sitting against the back wheel on his right. He gave both of them a ride because they whined at him to, and because they wouldn't let him leave if he didn't, and because he guesses he's in love with both of them. It's not something he's really taken the time to face up to and admit to himself yet, but he knows it's there under the surface.

Key has been at his side ever since Jonghyun first met star and invited star to come along and explore the galaxy with him. They got along so well, the the two of them, always on each other's sides against the world, and it didn't take Jonghyun long at all to feel like Key knew him better than anyone. He's pretty sure it was inevitable that he would fall in love.

And as for Minho; he hasn't even seen Minho for a while. Minho took the one vacation with him and in the others and then he returned to his quiet space farm life. But every time Jonghyun comes back to this little asteroid belt in the middle of nowhere in the Solana galaxy he gets more and more excited to see Minho, more and more excited to play with his little cowboy hat and look at his space cows and listen to him talk in that deep, slow voice of his. The third or fourth time it happened Jonghyun could brush it off as platonic, but at this point he knows that it's romantic. Minho is just so tall and cute and kind.

"You’re such a fucking baby," he’s saying. “Wah wah wah, I got comet dust in my hair. It's a comet show, why did you want to come so bad if you didn't want to get dust on you?"

“Because I wanted to support my fucking friend,” Key snaps back. Where a smirk lives in Minho's voice, Key is all scowl. "And I don't remember inviting you to respond.”

"You invited me when you spoke to me.”

"I didn't speak to you , I spoke out loud. "

Jonghyun tunes them out as they continue to bicker over him. It’s not that he doesn't enjoy listening to them; it's entertaining, but sometimes he likes to let just their voices play in their ears and focus on other things.

He scuffs the asteroid dirt underneath his boot and watches it float up into space. A glitter of comet dust meets it in midair. Together, the ice and dirt from a tiny glob of mud that slowly wiggles back to the ground. Before it touches down, Jonghyun catches it on his finger. It's so cold that it's hot, stinging his skin, lighting the tiniest fire inside of him.

Wiping it on his pants, he looks straight up. Taemin passes right over them, whipping through a spin like he's a top, landing on two small comets hard enough to have them crumbling. The ice falls down over the three of them like a shower of stars. Each piece glitters, twinkles, sparkles. Each piece could contain its own galaxy. Jonghyun closes his eyes and lets them fall onto his face, each one a tiny burn of ice.

"Don't do that, you're going to ruin your hair.” Minho stands up, bringing Jonghyun's attention back to him. He reaches behind Jonghyun; there's the soft slap of a hand on a wrist and the familiar annoyed flutter of Key’s wings. Jonghyun can only assume that Minho is brushing comet dust out of Key’s hair.

"You are so naggy, all the time. Why don't you just fucking marry me.”

"You wish I wanted to marry you.”

“Oh, you wish I wish you want to marry me.”

Smiling, without opening his eyes, Jonghyun reaches out both hands. He links his arms through both of theirs, pulling them closer just because he wants to. Just because he loves them.

"The end," Jonghyun says dreamily. Taemin snorts.

"Got a little distracted, huh?" he asks. His tone is accusing, but it's obvious that he doesn't really mind.

“Yeah,” Jonghyun smiles. He reaches out and links his arm with Taemin's.

❄Mare frigoris - sea of cold

Jinki's first step onto the water is solid ice. Bad sign. He glances behind himself, looking over the dark beach and onto the boardwalk. Already, the houses glow with light in the night. Chimneys leave smoking trails that block out the sky in great stripes.

Jinki pulls his coat tighter around himself, sets his sights on the tiny, just barely visible shadow on the horizon, and starts walking.

The moon is empty tonight; he only has the light of the stars and the consistent drop of temperature to guide his way. Below him, the frozen sea reflects the sky and gives him a truly ethereal portrait of fish swimming in the stars. Farther and farther Jinki goes, bigger and bigger the fish get, deeper and deeper the ocean sinks, and all of it completely solid. He keeps going, colder and colder, until ice crystals are forming on his lashes, until he reaches the island.

And on the island, the home. Jinki jerks open the front door, breaking the ice around the frame. It clatters and tinkles on the floor as he steps inside. Navigating the home is as easy as navigating his own and he quickly finds his way to the bathroom where, like he expected, he finds the weather of the north.

Where he finds Jonghyun.

He's hunched over the sink, hands gripping the porcelain, facing himself in the mirror. His white hair is a mess around his head, his lips are bitten red, his cheeks and his nose flushed pink, his eyes bloodshot. Crystalline icy tears trickle down his face, drip off of his chin, and fall musically onto the tile floor. When Jinki appears in the mirror behind him, he straightens and turns around. Just the force of his attention is a wave of cold; Jinki holds his shivering arms open anyway.

Jonghyun's mouth trembles. He steps forward slowly, one step, two steps, three steps, and lets himself melt into Jinki's embrace. His arms go around Jinki's back and his chin hooks over his shoulder. Compared to the negative temperature seeping into the rest of the globe, Jonghyun is warm, hot, almost burning with his emotion. His fingers press bruises into Jinki's skin through his layers. Every breath of his is a sharp gasp and then a soft whimper next to Jinki's ear. Ice patters down Jinki's back and onto the floor behind him.

Jinki stays silent, patting his back gently, closing his eyes and letting Jonghyun feel his feelings. People will be arriving soon – others from the boardwalk and maybe farther, humans that only know of Jonghyun from myth and legend, humans that think themselves heroes for making the dangerous trek out to ask a favor of the god on the horizon, humans that will ask for help instead of offering it.

But Jinki is here for Jonghyun first and the world second. Everything second to Jonghyun, always.

Jonghyun takes his time. Hours, days, maybe a week pass before he calms down enough to pick his head up. Sniffling, swallowing, taking deep breaths, he pushes his forehead against Jinki's shoulder. His arms slide down until he's holding Jinki around the waist. His tears stop, for now.

Jinki pets his hair softly. "This will pass," he murmurs. "This won't be forever. You will feel joy again." and when Jonghyun looks up at him, shy, hesitant, small, skeptical, Jinki smiles. "I'll stay with you until you do,” he promises.

Back at the boardwalk, the waves begin to melt.

It's quiet after Jonghyun finishes his story. But not the same kind of quiet as it was before he started. Not comfortable, cozy, the two of them bundled up underneath a blanket on top of the heater and watching snow fall outside. Now the silence is heavy. Stressed. Awkward.

“Kind of a downer,” Taemin blurts. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he scrunches his face and thunks his head back against the couch behind him. Softly, so that Jonghyun doesn't notice.

"No," Jonghyun says defensively. "It was hopeful at the end." Slowly, with minimal movements so Taemin doesn't notice, he arranges himself underneath the blanket and chews on his thumbnail.

"Yeah, but, I meant," Taemin says. He hesitates, then shuffles an inch closer to Jonghyun. Their sides go from just touching to warmly pressed together. "You okay?" he asks.

Jonghyun doesn't answer immediately. He nibbles on his thumb, his fingers, his knuckles. He wipes his hand on the underside of the blanket and then curls it around Taemin's elbow. "Better now that I got the story out of me,” he mumbles.

Again, it's quiet. The heater turns off, the blanket deflating around their bodies, the temperature suddenly cold if only because of the sudden lack of extra heat. Without the hum of the vent, the silence becomes almost unbearable. "Do you want...,” Taemin starts. He chews on his bottom lip. "Would it help," he tries, "If I said those things to you? The next time you're feeling extra down?”

Jonghyun pushes his forehead into Taemin's shoulder. "Yeah," he says. "I think so."

"Okay,” Taemin says. He tilts his head to rest on top of Jonghyun's and they enjoy the silence together until outside, the icy clouds part just enough to show them the full moon.

🧚Mare vaporum - sea of vapours

They're coming. Jonghyun can sense them. Two humans making their way through faer forest. Through faer mist. Looking for faer moonlit clearing.

Looking for fae.

Fae lounges on the surface of faer lake, trailing the fingers of faer right hand through the water as fae sifts through faer mist with the other. Behind the swirling fog, fae can see shadows of trees and animals. In the fog, fae can see visions of the rest of the forest. The rushing waterfall, the wolf den, the ruins, the lost souls that never found their ways out.

The humans. Smiling, Jonghyun pulls the mist closer so fae can get a better look. One has long chestnut red hair and black clothes save for a bright green visor on his hood. He absentmindedly twirls his knives as he walks, the blades shifting and changing as he channels elemental magic through his fingers. Every so often he’ll catch a glimpse of something through the trees and start to make off for it before his companion grabs the back of his collar and drags him back.

That human is taller with bright red hair partially hidden underneath a wide-brimmed pointy hat. He's customized his long robes to have pants that allow him to walk comfortably over the uneven forest floor. He carries a mace comfortably in the hand that he isn't using to corral his companion. It looks light enough that Jonghyun is sure it's mostly used for magic, but still solid enough to get some good bashing in if it needs to.

Minho and Taemin, the mist whispers to fae. Jonghyun bites faer lip, excited. Fae does like humans. Fae hasn't had any for so long that fae can barely remember what they taste like.

Fae checks faer reflection in the water, making sure that faer blue hair is pretty and fluffed, faer skin is perfectly glittery and dewey, and faer four light blue wings are at their daintiest angles. Then all fae has to do is be patient.

The two of them find faer before long. Fae can hear their laughing and bickering voices coming closer and then suddenly coming to a stop as they see faer lake through faer mist.

Jonghyun gives them a moment to be in awe, then parts faer mist cloud by cloud until they have an unobstructed view of faer sitting directly in the center of the water. Slowly, fae stands, turns to face them, and smiles.

Taemin's mouth falls open. Minho swallows so loud fae can hear it.

All at once, fae speeds forward, wind howling and water splashing behind faer, until fae's right at the edge of the lake. Directly in front of them. Fae comes to a hard stop but lets the wind and the water rush passed faer and onto the humans. Fae flutters faer wings and faer eyelashes, smiling at them as they try to regain their composure, knuckles white on their weapons.

"Welcome,” fae says. "What wish do you have for me?"

“Uhhh,” Taemin says. He's blinking a mile a minute. His knives fall limp to his sides. His cheeks flush a vibrant pink.

"We, um,” Minho says. "We um. We wanted to, um. Uh.” His eyes are huge and wide and he takes his hat off, holding it with both hands in front of his chest.

Humans are so cute. Jonghyun blushes faerself, biting faer lip. It's been so long since fae's seen one, let alone two. Fae 's been getting lonely out here all on faer own in the forest.

"We don't, um, have a wish," Minho says. "We came to. Because we heard that. People kept coming to find you. To get a wish granted. And that you didn't like it. So we thought that we would, um. We could. We can offer you a spell."

"To keep people away from you,” Taemin adds.

Jonghyun's heart bounces in faer chest. That's so thoughtful. Of course fae can keep people away from faer with the twitch of a wing, but these humans obviously don't know that. Never has anyone else been so considerate of faer emotions before. Fae wonders, if fae accepts the spell, will it take long? Will the two humans have to stick around to cast it? Can fae convince them to stay a while longer as a thank you? Can fae convince them to come back –?

"I thought this was supposed to be a scary story?”

“Wuh?” Jonghyun takes his eyes off of the misty forest just off the edge of the road. Taemin doesn't take his eyes off of the winding road to the campsite. Between them, the radio plays static, Jonghyun's mp3 player sits unable to connect to Taemin's car, and Taemin's mp3 player sits unconnected because they forgot the cord at home.

"You said it would be scary," Taemin pouts. "How come fae's falling in love with them all of a sudden? What happened to eating them?”

"Uh,” Jonghyun says. "Oh," he says. "Oh yeah. I forgot." He bursts into giggles, hiding his eyes behind his hands. "Sorry. I got invested in the romance all of a sudden. You know I'm not good with scary." He giggles more; Taemin rolls his eyes. "I'll make faer eat them. Don't worry.” Jonghyun lightly slaps his own cheeks in a bracing sort of way.

"Well, hold on,” Taemin says. He taps hands quickly on the steering wheel. "I kind of like the humans now. I don't want them to get et." He's pouting again; Jonghyun chuckles, putting a hand on his thigh.

"I'll figure something out,” he says.

😌Mare serenitatis - sea of serenity

Taemin's breath shakes and so do his hands as he slides under the covers after getting up to pee for the fifth time this night. His body is covered in sweat but he shivers with cold at the same time. The noise he makes as he pushes his face into the pillow is pathetically sad.

Jonghyun ruffles his hair, murmuring soothing noises. There's never really much else that he can do when Taemin gets hit by one of these prolonged anxiety attacks like this. It just has to pass on its own, even if that means they're both still awake at 3 in the morning.

"I'm sorry," Taemin groans.

Jonghyun pulls the blankets up to his shoulders. "For what?"

"For keeping you up."

"It's okay," Jonghyun says. "I would be up anyway." He's always up with his insomnia. Taemin lifts his head from the pillow only to push his face into Jonghyun's bicep. His skin is clammy, his forehead hot. Jonghyun fixes his hair out of his face. "Want me to sing you something?" he asks. Sometimes that helps keep his mind occupied.

"Can you tell me a story?”

The words come out small and hesitant, embarrassed, but all Jonghyun does is reply, "a story about what?”

"About something safe," Taemin whispers.

It's dusk. Sunset has passed but night hasn't completely fallen yet. The sky is a gradient of vivid red and orange on the horizon, pale pink and yellow above head, and a muted blue turning navy creeping up from behind the house. Jonghyun is on the front porch letting the wind sway him in his rocking chair as he looks out at the beach.

Even though it's getting late the sand still crawls with people. They hurry to the water for one last swim, help each other pack up their umbrellas and towels, crowd around the beginnings of the weekly bonfire, or trudge up the steps onto the sidewalk. There they walk slowly, their hair frizzy and their cheeks pink from a long day in the sun. Cars of tourists drive past slowly to take in the view of the cliffs, the tide pools, the ocean.

Jonghyun isn't much interested in the view. Instead, he's watching one particular dot on the beach. It hangs around the small docks, cleaning up and storing away water skiing equipment on one of the boats with a couple of other figures. They stand around talking for a little longer, then part ways – the other people walk towards the steps to the parking lot and Jonghyun's person makes their way to one of the smaller dirt and rock pathways up the cliffs.

In just a few minutes, Kibum clambers into sight, glances up and down the street, and jogs across straight to the house.

Straight to Jonghyun.

“Bummie,” Jonghyun smiles. He holds out grabby hands all the way until Kibum walks up the front porch and takes them. The moment their fingers touch, solid and together, warmth floods through him. It starts from his heart and seeps through every single one of his nerves, comes out in his voice as he says, "hi. Did you have fun?"

“Ye,” Kibum smiles back. He leans down, smooches Jonghyun's temple, and heads inside the house. Jonghyun doesn't let his hands go until he's too far to keep their fingers locked together. Kibum leaves the door open behind him. Jonghyun can hear him inside: hopping into the shower, changing into his pajamas, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

He comes back outside and invites himself into Jonghyun's lap. Jonghyun holds him around the waist, resting his cheek against his chest. His heart beats steady and reassuring underneath his sweater.

And now that Jonghyun has one, he turns his attention from the beach to the corner down the street and waits for the other.

Between sips, Kibum tells him about his day. Jonghyun replies, laughs, kisses, offers details of his own day when asked. But never does he take his eyes off of the street corner. The sky darkens slowly, all of the color fading out like it's soaking into the ocean and leaving only dark blue and white stars behind. The street lamps flicker on and a few minutes later so does their porch light, bathing them in a soft orange glow. The moon peeks out from behind the pier.

And finally, finally, coming around the corner. Pink hair. A sleeveless hoodie and baggy shorts. A backpack over one arm and takeout bag over the other. A smile and a wave.

Right on time, Jinki comes back to them. Jonghyun waves his arm high over his head the entire time Jinki walks down the sidewalk, through the front yard, and up the porch steps. Then Jinki grabs his hand and wiggles it as gently as he’s smiling. "Hello hello," he says.

"Hey," Kibum hums. He takes Jinki's backpack off of his shoulder and tosses it into the house, then takes the takeout bag and puts it on the porch railing. "How was work?" he asks.

And while Jinki answers, Jonghyun pulls him close enough that he can get an arm around his hips and nuzzle his tummy. He guides Jinki's hand to the top of his head and practically melts when Jinki takes the hint and starts petting him. A wave of calm washes over him from his head to his –

A soft snore interrupts Jonghyun mid-sentence. Another follows soon after. Taemin's little hand, holding onto his bicep this entire time, falls slack down into the crook of his arm. Jonghyun smiles, pressing it against Taemin's hair in the darkness. He'll be waking up again in an hour, probably, but that's fine. Jonghyun will just pick up where he left off.

🍑Mare fecunditatis - sea of fecundity/fertility

”Oooh.… ooouuuugh…. Woooooaaaaauuuunnnnnnghmhmmm….”

"Whiny baby. What is your problem?” Minho ducks his head into the bedroom after finally deciding that Jonghyun's dramatic wails for attention were too cute to keep ignoring. He finds the babe on his stomach in bed, completely nakey, whining into the pillows. As soon as he lays his eyes on Minho his facade breaks into a wide smile for just a second before he remembers that he’s being dramatic. He rolls over to his back and throws an arm over his eyes.

"I'm sooooo cute and sexy and lonely," he sighs. “And fuckable." He peeks at Minho from under his arm. "And unfucked,” he adds pointedly. "It’s been sooooooo long.”

Minho crosses his arms and leans on the door frame, eyebrows raised. Unsurprising but still unbelievable. "I literally fucked you last night," he says accusingly. He's a little hurt. He is very attentive to Jonghyun's horny needs and it's almost offensive that Jonghyun is pretending that he's not.

" One time,” Jonghyun grumbles. "Yesterday." And he has the audacity to pout about it. Minho shakes his head, laughing incredulously.

"You are such a spoiled brat,” he says.

“Ooh, I know,” Jonghyun says. He's smiling now, eyes glittering behind his lashes. He turns back to his stomach, raises his hips into the air, and wiggles them back and forth. "Don't you think I need someone to put me in my place?" he asks innocently.

Which is how, ten minutes later, Kibum walks in on Minho absolutely plowing a beaming Jonghyun into the pillows. "Y'all,” he says. He walks to the hamper and throws in his clothes, then hangs his towel over it. "I literally told you I was just going to take a quick shower. You couldn't wait?”

“Nuh uh,” Jonghyun says cheerfully. Kibum rolls his eyes. He doesn't know why he expected anything different.

"You showered before you came to have sex?" Minho frowns at him and he frowns back.

"I didn't want to be gross," he grumbles defensively. He's being polite for Jonghyun. Before Minho can hit him with a reply that will start an argument, he walks to the bed and clambers up on his knees. "Anyway," he says. He squishes Jonghyun's cute butt fondly, then sucks on his fingers for a second and slides them down to where Minho is fucking into him. "Make room," he orders. He bumps Minho with his hip and pushes his fingers inside of Jonghyun around his cock. "Let me get in there with you."

Jonghyun nuts instantly, cursing and growling, which is fine. What annoys Kibum is that Minho does too. He holds Jonghyun's hips tight and shivers, twitches, biting his lip hard and filling him up. "Come on, ” Kibum scowls.

Minho, panting and loopy, smacks his arm. "You can't just say that," he snaps. "You know I think it's really hot. What did you expect?"

"Yeah, well." Like Kibum is going to admit it was his fault to Minho of all people. "Move," he says. He takes advantage of Minho's temporary exhaustion to bump him out of the way. Gently, taking care with Jonghyun's oversensitive nerves, he plays with his hole, fingerfucks Minho's cum back into him before it can escape, and uses it to stroke his cock until he's all the way hard.

The absolutely desperate whimper that Jonghyun makes when he pushes his cock inside is music to his ears.

"Hey," Minho says. Kibum looks up; Minho is carefully bringing Jonghyun up onto his elbows and helping him suck his cock into his mouth. He holds his free hand up in the air over Jonghyun's back.

"Nice," Kibum grins, high-fiving him without hesitation.

Taemin pops his head into the room the moment their hands make contact. "Hey, you okay? Oh.” Relief floods through him as he realizes what's going on. They weren't sad noises or in danger noises; they were just sex noises. "We fuckin in here?" he asks brightly. He was playing video games, but he's not going to pass this up. "Hell yeah.” his shirt is over his head and he's bouncing onto the bed next to Kibum in a heartbeat. "You're looking very cute and fuckable," he tells Jonghyun, squishing his butt happily.

"I know," Jonghyun breathes back. He sounds so blissed out already that it makes Taemin's heart warm. Probably just nutted. Good for him.

"Gremlin," Kibum says. Taemin glances at him, pokes his side, smirks when he ducks away with a glare. "Fuck him with me," Kibum says, straightening up.

Taemin instantly gets hard. "Hell yeah," he says again. "I call not anchor."

"Not – fuck. Fine.” Kibum, grumbling, pulls out. Taemin, grinning, takes his place. Together with Minho, they help Jonghyun turn over and guide him into Kibum's lap. Taemin can't help but hold his face and kiss him as he sinks down on Kibum's cock, tasting his tongue and his booty and Minho's cum and all of the love that Jonghyun is feeling in this exact moment. It's Taemin's favorite part about kissing him during sex.

Once he's settled on top of Kibum and whining, begging for more already, Taemin lets him go for just long enough to look at his own dick and guide it inside. Then he's right back kissing him. First his mouth, and then when that gets too hard to focus on and fuck good at the same time, his neck.

Soon the only sounds are Jonghyun's happy noises, Kibum's murmured dirty talk, Minho's smiled praises, and Taemin's soft breaths.

And those are the same noises that Jinki hears when he gets home sometime later. Wearily throwing his jacket and work bag onto his kitchen chair, he follows the noises through the house until he comes upon the scene in the bedroom. Kibum is sat up against the pillows with Jonghyun's head in his lap, eagerly bobbing up and down on his cock. Minho and Taemin are both on their knees behind him, taking turns to fuck his cute little booty.

As Jinki watches, Taemin hisses, puts a hand between Jonghyun's shoulder blades, and fucks him down hard, nutting deep inside of him. Then he melts, barely managing to move out from between his legs until he flops perpendicular on top of his back. Face in the mattress, arms spread eagle, legs dangling off of the other side of the bed, he deflates. Kibum squishes his cheek and Minho takes the extra space to just sit down behind Jonghyun and start fingering him, but not before he notices Jinki in the doorway.

"Hi Jinki," he says happily.

Taemin picks his head up and blinks at him. "Jinkiiiiii, help," he whines.

"He's in a mood today." Kibum only turns his head to smile lazily at Jinki. Jonghyun doesn't even look at him; he gives him a three-fingered wave without getting off of Kibum's cock.

"I'm all nutted out," Taemin whines.

"We all are," Kibum adds.

"How was your day?" Minho asks.

Jinki closes his eyes and shakes his head, entirely in love with all four of them. Straightening up, he undoes his pants and walks to the bed. Looks like he has to come in and be the hero once again. "It was nice," he tells Minho, cupping his chin and smooching him. He bends over and kisses the back of Taemin's sweaty head too, then lets Kibum pull him forward for a third kiss, and then finally turns his focus to Jonghyun.

"Come here, little pretty slutty one,” he says, pulling him up by the shoulders. Kibum lets him go without a fight, Taemin slithers off grumbling, and Minho slides around to join them at the head of the bed. Jinki turns Jonghyun onto his back, looking down at his blissed-out, smiling face. He is entirely proud of himself and not even close to being tired yet. Jinki can't do much about the first thing and doesn't really want to, but he can definitely help with the second. Bending Jonghyun's legs up until he can hook them over his shoulders, he –

“There are so many different ways.”

"He – he's about to put me into a mating press, Taemin, don't interrupt. That's the best part."

"There are so many different ways you could have told me that you want to get gangbanged. And you choose to use the moon for your sick perversions."

"It's not about getting gangbanged! I wouldn't use the moon for just a gangbang. My sick perversion is I want to get bred."

"You– now you have a pregnancy kink? I've had that for like years and now that I'm not really into it anymore now suddenly you–"

"It's not a pregnancy kink? Gross. No pregnant. Only breed."

"And what happens after you get bred? You get preg – "

"No! Nothing happens! It's not real! The universe ceases to exist after I finish jerking off!”

“Oh my fucking god–"

🌕 Epilogue: the far side

It's summer again. They're outside again, at the park again, on the swings again. This time, though, they're sleepily waiting for the sunrise. Jonghyun had his insomnia, Taemin had a nightmare, and they figured that if they weren't going to sleep then they might as well go on a date. They grabbed a couple of oranges from someone's tree on the walk over and and the peels are littered in the grass around the swingset, vibrant against the pale morning palette. The only sounds are the occasional sniffle, the scuffs of their shoes against the play mat, and the birds chirping in the trees around the park.

When the sky is pink but the sun hasn't risen yet, Taemin points somewhere to the left and yawns, "moon."

"Hmm?” Jonghyun looks around, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye. He looks around, leaning towards Taemin, squinting where he's pointing, and then he pouts. “Where?" he asks.

Taemin looks around too. He walks his swing closer to Jonghyun and his mouth pops open in understanding. "Come over to my side," he says, letting the swing pull him back. Jonghyun does with much mumbling and grumbling. Once he's there, though, and nothing is blocking his view of the moon anymore, he smiles. With one hand he points up at it and with the other hand he pushes Taemin gently. "Moon," he says.

“Moon,” Taemin repeats. "Can I have a moon story?" he asks. When Jonghyun puts his hand on the chain to push him again, he rests his cheek against it, keeping him there. "Space ocean story," he mumbles.

"Sure," Jonghyun chuckles. He looks all around the moon, his eyes darting from spot to spot, and then he frowns. "Actually,” he says, scratching the side of his head, "I think I'm all out of moon stories."

"Out?" Taemin pouts.

"I think –” Jonghyun points at the moon, tapping his finger on the air like he's counting. "Yeah," he confirms. "I've told you stories about all of the oceans up there."

Taemin grumbles, tapping his feet stubbornly on the ground. He turns his head just enough to brush his lips against Jonghyun's knuckles. "Aren’t there any on the other side?" he asks.

"The far side?" Jonghyun asks. Taemin mimics his correction in a baby voice; Jonghyun ignores it. "There are some," he says, "but they're all little and I don't remember their names unless I'm looking at them.”

“Mmm,” Taemin hums. "How long do we have to wait, then?”

"For what?”

"For the moon to rotate so you can see the others and remember.” Taemin spins a finger around in the air. Jonghyun grabs it, kisses it, pokes Taemin's cheek with it.

"Uh, forever,” he says. "We can't see the far side of the moon from here."

"Excuse me?” Taemin turns in the swing to frown up at Jonghyun. “But the moon rotates. I know some stuff about space." He huffs the words out, grumpy, and huffs again when Jonghyun laughs behind his hand. "You can't tell me that it doesn't –”

"No, it does,” Jonghyun says through his giggles. "It's just that, the moon spins on its axis at the same rate that it orbits around earth. So it always faces us.”

Taemin is silent for a moment, frowning. He squints at the moon, then at the ground. Arithmetic and equations float around his head. Then, finally, he says, "that’s fucked up."

"What do you mean!” Instantly Jonghyun is loud, on the defensive, hands on his hips. "It makes sense!”

Taemin thrusts his hand aggressively at the moon. "We shouldn't need a spaceship to see the moon's ass!" He snaps back. “What’s she hiding?”

"Don't,” Jonghyun starts. He's laughing already. "Don't call it the–”

“The ass of the moon, ” Taemin hisses. He's laughing too. Their joy echoes around the park, touching every blade of grass, filling every tiny drop of mist. Filling their lungs until Taemin is bent in half, his face in his hands, and Jonghyun is staggering to sit on the ground before he fully falls over.

He takes up the space between Taemin's legs, holding on to him, giggling into his knee. Together, they calm down. Taemin plants his feet firmly on the ground so he doesn't move and plays with Jonghyun's hair. Jonghyun closes his eyes, happily sleepy.

On the horizon, the sun creeps ever closer until the sky is a vibrant orange and the first beams start to shine over the buildings. "What about the craters?” Taemin asks after a while. "Do they have names? and stories?”

"Names, yeah," Jonghyun murmurs back. "I never came up with stories for them, though. And I don't remember the names. It's just more Latin.”

“Hm.” Taemin is quiet for a little while longer, then, "do they have names in other languages?”

"Probably."

"Can we make up names for them ourselves?”

Jonghyun opens his eyes again. He twists just enough to look at Taemin, resting his temple against his inner thigh. He smiles and Taemin blushes. "Why not?” he says. "And you can come up with the stories this time."

Blushing harder, staring determinedly at the moon, cupping Jonghyun's face and rubbing a thumb over his cheek, Taemin says, "we can come up with the stories together."

The sun comes rising gloriously over the horizon and neither of them notice.

Didn't want to deal with making all of these tags and they wouldn't fit anyway lmfao

🌕Prologue: the moon Jongtae; pg; 733w Did this to try and improve my sentence structure variety and describing locations and writing shorter pieces and maybe I forgot halfway through but it is a start and for once people will read my fantasy things so : )

🌩oceanus procellarum - ocean of storms jongho; storm chaser but in space au; pg; 638w originally i wanted to do like. they’re magic embodiments of storms and when they argue or bicker the storms get bigger and then there was going to be a soft part about them being in love and calm and serene and that was going to be the eye of the storm. and it was going to be real dramatic and artsy but like. the words weren't coming lmao. so i wrote this instead which i think is also nice but in a different way

💞mare cognitum - sea that has become known ot5; pg; kissie stuff; 439w hehe…… smoochie

🌹mare nectaris - sea of nectar onjongtae; garden spirit au; nc17; 644w i was going to make ferns nut golden to be like nectar but that was too much like piss :/ anyway i just think fern deserves being loopy and horny and uwu 5eva

🫂mare tranquillitatis - sea of tranquility onjongho; mages au; pg;949w looked up the difference between tranquility and serenity and apparently serenity is more of a still image and tranquility is more of an emotion and honestly who is better at emotional calmness than onjongho

💦mare humorum - sea of moisture jongtae; mermaid au; pg; 899w m o i s t i really hit myself right in the heart with this one lmao i think it's my favorite out of all of them

🌴mare insularum - sea of islands ot5; creationists au; pg; 1386w couldn't get the words to come out like i wanted them to but i like the concept of this one a lot?? they're just vibing and making things and doing their bests : )

🌙mare crisium - sea of crises jongtaekey; sailor moon au; pg; 984w remember when choi tricked jonghyun into singing the sailor moon theme song. icon. absolute legend. almost made this powerpuff girls instead but i wanted roo to be the talking puppy and also. moon

☁️mare nubium - sea of clouds jongkey; skyship au; pg; 869w i just think they're neat rebel vigilante types that go around bothering governments and disabling warships and providing aid to people : )

🌧mare imbrium - sea of showers/rain jongminkey; space slice of life au; pg; 1191w actually this one is kind of a sequel to something i wrote like years ago lmfao if i remember after author reveals i'll come back and link it

❄️mare frigoris - sea of cold jongyu; weather deities au; pg; 887w you know. he’s big and important and powerful and everything but that doesn't mean he can't be a little crybaby having a breakdown every once in a while. something something not religious but if you are maybe ask your dude/s (gender-neutral) if they're having a nice day

🧚mare vaporum - sea of vapors jong2min; lake fairy au; pg; 929w i think fae can have little a eating people. as a treat. and also maybe little a gay makeouts with traveling mages. also as a treat.

😌mare serenitatis - sea of serenity onjongkey; beach au; pg; 962w i just wanted to think of the nicest most calm and peaceful still image and also with the relief of both jinx and key coming home safe right on time : ) no anxiety just love

🍑mare fecunditatis - sea of fecundity/fertility ot5; horny lol; nc17; 1499 words hehehehehehehe. hoohoo. absolutely flooded with cum. good for him.

🌕epilogue: the far side jongtae; pg; 893w i just think they're neat. they're just little guys and they like each other a whole lot. i don't know if they're actually dating the other three??? probably if jong is making up gay little stories about them lmao??? either it’s poly ot5 or they're just really comfortable and close with their friends and don't mind snuggling and and kissing and doing the sex sometimes and being vulnerable but like in a platonic way. i like both and i'm a libra so i can't pick so whichever one you like better lol

also taem: what do you MEAN they're actually lava >:(

jong: it's lava from old volcanoes underneath the surface. Kind of boring. I used to think it was from when the moon used to be part of the Earth but--

taem: the moon was fucking WHAT??????????

#jongtae #jongho #jongkey #jongyu #jonghyun #kibum #jinki #taemin #minho #All of the other ships I'm not tagging lmao #pg #nc17 #fluff #fantasy #ydw #oneshot #drabble

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