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Fan Fiction as a Form of Active Bibliotherapy – MASTER'S THESIS

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Hello randomly thinking about you and your fics, hope you're doing well :)

helo... thats so nice and sweet thank u for telling me :3

im oki i just have not been posting lately bc of the mental illness (tm) and also the disability (tm) but im working on convincing the mental illness that its okay to just start posting shit again like i did in 2012 and not care about anything lmfao

besides that im oki yeah im reading books and photosynthesizing and i got my drivers license so i can go out and do fun things : )

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she plays bass (jongtae wlw)

rating: T for underage smoking/drinking, mild swearing and infrequent mentioned/implied sexual content

summary: junghee is the bass player and lead singer of her band and an explosive performer, but reserved and quiet offstage. taeyeon is a fan and definitely doesn't have a crush on her.

author's note: this is the first fic that im publishing on tumblr! i have an ao3 (taemhearts) that i often post on though. this is my first attempt at girlee and i lovelove jongtae girlee so enjoy!

in this au, junghee is 17 and taeyeon is 15 but turns 16 during the fic. the fic takes place during the mid-2000s.

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"I'm done with this. Let's just go home," Taeyeon groaned, slamming her thick Geometry textbook shut, startling Minjung. They had been cramming for their exams for nearly two hours by now, and had barely gotten anywhere. Geometry was a subject that Taeyeon despised, but of course she still needed to complete her studies to succeed as an adult so she powered through.

"Whatever you want. It's dark, so you shouldn't be walking home. I think Junghee is almost done with her band practice, so I'll just ask her to give us a ride," Minjung replied.

Junghee was an eleventh-grader, and a close friend of Minjung's. Taeyeon didn't know her too well, only bits and pieces that Minjung had mentioned in conversation. Honestly, Taeyeon found Junghee a bit intimidating. They had one class together, Music Theory, and Junghee would sit at the back at the room the whole time, occasionally looking up from her notebook to answer a question. She wasn't a rude person from what Taeyeon gathered, just closed off and a bit of a loner.

Although Taeyeon wasn't even friends with Junghee, she had developed a bit of a hallway crush on the older girl. She hadn't told anyone about it, as it wasn't worth the fuss. If she even mentioned a word to Gwiboon, she would immediately attempt to set up the two even if Taeyeon said no. Minjung would tease her whenever Junghee was remotely near her, and Eunsook would probably say some faux-wise thing about dating and relationships in school.

"Taeyeon? Is it okay if Junghee picks us up? She's already waiting outside of the building," Minjung asked, snapping Taeyeon out of her thoughts. "Yeah, yeah sure," Taeyeon replied, quickly shoving her belongings into her bookbag. She followed Minjung out to the exit, where Junghee was waiting in her car, a black convertible.

Junghee was seriously beautiful. She had black hair with streaks of red that just went past her shoulders, and had the cheekbones of a statue. She wore black band tees that stretched at the neckholes, and skinny jeans that revealed her long legs.

Getting in the back of the car, Taeyeon had to remind herself to quit staring at Junghee or she'd look like she was crazy. She quickly got into the car, and locked her eyes onto her shoes.

"How was band practice?" Minjung asked Junghee as the older girl started the car's engine.

"Fine," Junghee replied. "Our performance at the festival is coming up, and our new drummer hasn't even shown up to a single practice. I can't even remember her name."

"Damn. That sucks. Do you have a replacement if she keeps skipping practices?" Minjung asked.

"Not right now, but we'll figure something out," Junghee sighed as she adjusted her bangs.

"Taeyeon, where do you live? Near Minjung?" Junghee suddenly asked, causing Taeyeon's heart to start pounding. It was such a simple question and she felt stupid for getting so worked up so quickly, but Junghee was talking to her. Junghee barely talked in general.

"It's a few houses down from Minjung's. I'll point it out," Taeyeon answered as calmly as she could. Junghee simply hummed in reply and turned on the CD that was already in the car.

The song was actually one that Taeyeon enjoyed lots – Sextape by Deftones. They were a band from America so she didn't really understand the lyrics, but she appreciated the feeling of the song. Taeyeon liked a lot of loud music. The type of music that you can listen to and drown out your own thoughts.

"Do you like this band?" Junghee asked as she turned onto Minjung and Taeyeon's street.

"Yeah," Taeyeon replied, a bit more calm than she was when Junghee first spoke to her. "I really like this type of music."

"Oh really? What bands do you like?" Taeyeon thought for a minute before she spoke. "I like Korn, My Bloody Valentine, and The Cure," she answered.

"Interesting. I wouldn't think that you'd like that stuff," Junghee said. "You look too soft to like heavy music like that."

"Minjung, we're at your house now." Junghee pulled into the driveway to Minjung's house. Minjung opened the door to leave, and in an instant it was just Taeyeon and Junghee in the car.

"I have some CDs I think you'd like at my house, do you want to come over for a bit?" Junghee asked, shocking Taeyeon. She had never gone over to someone's house who wasn't Minjung, Gwiboon, or Eunsook, but she also wasn't one to pass on an opportunity so she agreed.

Junghee's house was only a couple minutes farther, so the two got there quickly. Once they got to the door, a small Dachshund greeted Junghee by jumping at her shins before Junghee picked her up and started kissing the small dog's head.

"This is Roo, she's very sweet, so she won't attack you," Junghee said in between licks from Roo. "I named her Roo because one time when Minjung was over, Roo took a piss on her shirt so i let her name her," she added, getting a laugh out of Taeyeon.

Junghee led Taeyeon up the stairs to her bedroom, which looked like something out of Taeyeon's dreams. The walls were black but absolutely covered in band posters, and she had a massive shelf dedicated to just CDs and her bass.

"Over here is the music," Junghee said, pointing with her head towards the shelf as she placed Roo on the floor. "I've got it organized alphabetically, Deftones should be on the first or second shelf. Feel free to play whatever and poke around, I don't mind."

Taeyeon thought that she was dreaming. She could never imagine a world where Kim Junghee would have been talking to her, let alone be in her room looking through her CDs. Aside from her romantic feelings towards Junghee, Taeyeon took this as an opportunity to just get to know Junghee. Junghee had CDs from nearly every artist, even some Western CDs that Taeyeon didn't recognize.

After skimming over the shelves, she found 7801 by Usher and took the CD out of the case to place in the player.

"Oh, I love this record! My older sister loves Usher so I stole this from her," Junghee revealed, laughing slightly. The older girl started to hum along to the song, mumbling some of the English words during the chorus.

"I actually learned how to play the guitar solo of this song— it's a bit more difficult on bass than guitar but I figured it out," Junghee told Taeyeon, who was intently focused on drumming the beat of the song with her fingers on her thighs.

"Oh really? Can you play it?" Taeyeon asked, looking up at Junghee, who was sitting on her bed while Taeyeon sat on the ground next to the CD shelf.

"Yeah sure, I just need to hook my bass up," Junghee answered, getting up to walk towards the bass and Taeyeon.

Her leg brushed Taeyeon's shoulder as she walked past the younger girl, causing her heart to skip a beat. Junghee had very nice legs in Taeyeon's opinion, they were long and slightly bulky, which she enjoyed on a woman.

"Ah, shit-" Junghee heaved as she lifted the heavy amp over Taeyeon's head. Junghee was also very strong, and Taeyeon would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy that too.

"Do you work out? Must be a pain to lug all the heavy gear around," Taeyeon commented.

"On occasion, it's not something that I necessarily enjoy but I have to stay in shape somehow," Junghee replied as she kneeled down to plug the bass into the amp, causing a piercing feedback sound.

"Sorry about that– it's annoying as hell," Junghee apologized. She sat on the edge of her bed after she fiddled with the knobs on the amp, and quickly checked the tuning of the instrument.

Once Junghee started playing the solo, it was unbelievable. The tone was a bit different than the song, but Junghee played with so much skill. Her fingers were long and somehow dainty yet calloused at the same time, and smoothly danced up and down the guitar's neck. Taeyeon almost got so distracted by Junghee's fingers, she couldn't pay attention to her playing.

"What did you think? I've never really played for a single person before," Junghee asked, her nerves peeking through her voice.

"It was amazing. I loved it. When are you going to be performing next?" Taeyeon prompted, adjusting herself to sit in a W-shape (which looked a bit odd, however she found it comfortable)

"Mmm, we have this festival a while from now, but the girl who was supposed to drum for us dropped out last minute, so we don't know if we'll play," Junghee sighed.

"I can play!" Taeyeon exclaimed suddenly. Why did she do that? She didn't even know how to play drums, and definitely couldn't learn how to play well as fast as Junghee needed. Right after she spoke, the sinking feeling appeared in Taeyeon's stomach. This was either a really good idea or a really bad idea, and she was about to find out.

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jonghyun/taemin; amogus; pg

Twitch au. remember twitch au??? love twitch au. twitch au but they're playing Among Us with the bros

as he approaches, he hears Taemin talking inside: "no, i told you. i'm Jonghyun. this is how i've always sounded. it's like you don't even know me."

jonghyun has to pee so bad it's unreal. he squirms in his chair, hand clenched so tight on his mouse that the plastic is creaking, and begs whoever the imposter is in this game of among us to find him and chop him in half. or to find someone else. or for a good guy to find them and murder them. anything to end this game and let him take a pee break. he cannot believe this is one of the only times he ever gets to the final couple of people left in a game and it's the one time he's about to explode with piss. he doesn't know why he's held it in for so long. he's not even streaming. he's just playing for fun.

and then, finally, relief: somewhere else on the map a murder happens and his screen fades to black and then fades back in on the defeat screen. he doesn't even care as everyone's voices flood back into his earbuds at once to talk about the round. he rockets out of his chair, scuttling to the door of his office and--

and crashing right into taemin holding a bowl of chips and a water bottle. "i brought you--wuh,” he says, stumbling backwards, eyes going wide. jonghyun barely stops to help steady him, holding on to his arms as he shimmies past him into the hallway.

“thank you i love you,” he says. he starts undoing his pants as he practically sprints to the bathroom. "i'll be right back i love you." halfway down the hallway he calls over his shoulder, “play the next round for me!"

“wuh--amogus? you know i don't know how all of the mods and shit work.” 

"you'll figure it out with your sexy gamer brain," jonghyun says, and slams the bathroom door behind him. 

a minute later, he's experienced the bliss of piss and is happily washing his hands. he feels better than he has all week. sometimes it's the little things. he takes his time now that the crisis is over, smiling at himself in the mirror. he fixes his hair, checks his skin, pouts at the acne that's been lingering on his jawline for the past week, winks at himself a few times, and finally heads back to the office.

as he approaches, he hears taemin talking inside: "no, i told you. i'm jonghyun. this is how i've always sounded. it's like you don't even know me."

gosh. jonghyun shakes his head, chuckling to himself. he said play the next round for me, not gaslight my friends. though, he guesses, with among us those two are kind of interchangeable. he walks into the room to find taemin in a meeting with the rest of the lobby minus two murdered beans. the special role next to his name on the screen says jester and jonghyun can barely contain a snort. how apt. if he gets voted out he wins.

"i'm not taemin," taemin insists. he glances at jonghyun, then adds with a smirk, "but if you want to talk about him then i'm down. i think he's soooooo handsome and charming and sexy and pretty and funny and cool. i'm obsessed with him." 

rolling his eyes, jonghyun plucks one earbud from taemin and wiggles it into his own ear in time to hear all of his friends grumbling and minho snorting, "maybe he actually is jonghyun.”

"see, i told you," taemin grins. quickly he takes a hand off of the keyboard to put it over jonghyun's mouth before jonghyun can scoff, indignant.

"whatever," kibum snaps, "we’re wasting time. why were you just standing on those bodies?"

“oh, i don't know," taemin says. "i walked over to comms to fix them and one was already there and then when i finished fixing comms there was another one."

"how come you didn't report it? comms have been fixed for a while," jinki asks.

"too busy teabagging," taemin says. 

“why the fuck were you--? god, there's 10 seconds left. vote, everybody vote--”

“for who?” taemin asks, raising his voice to interrupt anyone else trying to announce who they're going to vote for. the next 10 seconds are a panicked explosion of confused, unsure voices, and the results wind up with seven skips, two votes on taemin, and three more people that just didn't vote.

no one was ejected, the game tells them, and taemin smothers his laughter into his hand as everyone else complains or laughs about that mess of a meeting. jonghyun does the same, smooching his taemin's cute little head. he stands behind the chair and wraps his arms around taemin's shoulders. he'll let taemin finish this game. the next round starts and taemin runs his little pink bean down into the little library corner with the vent in admin room. a green bean, kibum, follows him, grumbling, "taem, hold on.”

 "i told you, i'm jonghyun," taemin says.

“fuck you,” kibum snaps, and then asks, "you deadass didn't see who killed either of them?"

“and why were you fucking teabagging them?” minho joins them, his little maroon bean standing a safe distance away. 

“thought it would be funny," taemin shrugs.

“ooh, we having book club down here?"  jinki emerges from decontamination and rounds the corner to find them all huddled together. his peach colored bean passes minho and comes to stand with kibum and taemin. "what did we think about this week's book? i loved the part when they were on the ocean.”

“it was okay," taemin says, jumping onto jinki's joke instantly. "not enough--” for just a split second, he gasps, and then continues with what he was saying. "not enough, um, horror for me. like.” he turns to jonghyun and as he continues his fake book review, he gives him a pointed look and wiggles his mouse cursor very aggressively on the vent button in the corner of the screen.

grinning, nodding, jonghyun leans down to murmur into his ear where the microphone won't pick it up. "you can jump in and out of any vent but you can't teleport around the map,” he says. "it's so you can look suspicious." taemin gasps again, quiet, his eyes lighting up with excitement. 

"i liked how the worldbuilding was constant but not in a distracting way--”

“hey, check this out." taemin interrupts whatever kibum was saying. he takes two steps towards the vent. 

then kibum dies. his little bean breaks in half, falling to the floor at jinki and taemin's feet. 

the three remaining players stand there in stunned silence, staring at the dead body. "holy shit," taemin says.

minho reports it. 

“taemin literally just murdered him in front of us!"

“who the hell is taemin?”

“taemin is my boyfriend.”

“shut up, do not let him distract us with that again. he literally said, ‘hey check this out,’ and then killed kibum. get his ass out of here.”

“i did not! you're just making shit up.”

"no, that is pretty much what happened.”

half a minute of arguing later, taemin gets thrown into the lava. the screen fades to black and then fades back into a screen announcing jester wins. the calm, comfortable chatter of the lobby explodes into furious groaning. taemin doesn't even say anything; he radiates silent smugness as he turns to jonghyun and gives him a v-sign for victory. 

jonghyun smooches his weird little fingers and then his soft mouth, proud as can be. his first ever game of modded among us and he won spectacularly. he accepts the other earbud and the booty touch taemin gives him as he gets out of the chair. sitting down, waving goodbye to his favorite, he pops a chip into his mouth and readjusts the microphone so he can talk into it. "i told you it wasn't me."

“fuck off," minho grumbles. according to the end screen, he was actually an imposter along with jinki, so now he's extra grumpy that their brilliant plan to frame taemin backfired. "where did you even go?" he asks.

"what do you mean?" jonghyun asks innocently. "i never left."

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jonghyun/taemin; knick knacks : ), PG

You know when you go over to your new boyfriend's house and it's just full of weird magical bullshit so far he's put aside a pad of list paper that seems to have its own ideas of what Taemin needs to buy, a pair of scissors zip tied together and struggling fiercely against it, a lemon timer that instead of ringing when it reached 0 just called him a slur, and a disposable camera in a paper bag with “fucked up and evil use on asshole neighbor only” written on it in black marker. 

Also I'm trying out this thing called "who actually cares if it's lapselock it's too annoying and triggering to the chronic pain to give it 100% perfect grammar lol"

Jonghyun considers himself an accepting person. it's one of his core values, actually; acceptance over understanding. the idea that he doesn't need to understand why or how something is to accept that it is. it's something he works on daily and something that he's believed in his heart for a long time.

but Taemin is asking him to accept a lot right now.

a one-eyed cat is staring at him through the kitchen window. not one-eyed like, born half-blind, or like she got into a fight with another cat and lost the eye. but one-eyed like, one big, round, golden eye in the center of her forehead. everything else is like a regular cat – white and grey fur, little paws, twitchy whiskers – but the one giant eye. Jonghyun blinks at her. she blinks back and the eye turns from gold to aqua.

she stands up on the windowsill, arches her back in a stretch, and steps forward. through the window. the glass shimmers around her like a mirage, wrapping around her body and the length of her tail as it comes through and ends arched high over her back in greeting. padding over the kitchen table to Jonghyun, she sits in front of him and meows. Jonghyun lets her sniff his hand, then pets behind her ears. her purr makes his skin tingle.

“koongie,” Taemin says, his voice a warning even as he's focusing on washing the dishes, "you know you're not supposed to be in the kitchen."

ignoring him, koongie hops into Jonghyun's lap and curls up. 

"i have a lot of weird magic shit at my house," Taemin had told Jonghyun the other day. they had been on their fourth date at the local planetarium and Jonghyun had shyly asked if he could come over and hang out sometime. he thought, when Taemin told him that, that he meant, like. spirit shrines. crystals. little potions for luck or shiny hair. he had thought it was endearing, cute, a fun and interesting hobby for his new boyfriend to introduce him to and teach him about. 

one hand on the cat, Jonghyun returns to what he was doing before: rifling through the basket of junk in the center of the table. so far he's put aside a pad of list paper that seems to have its own ideas of what Taemin needs to buy, a pair of scissors zip tied together and struggling fiercely against it, a lemon timer that instead of ringing when it reached 0 just called him a slur, and a disposable camera in a paper bag with “fucked up and evil use on asshole neighbor only” written on it in black marker. 

the next thing he reaches for is another camera, this one a fancy looking camcorder. it doesn't have any warning on it, so Jonghyun goes ahead and turns it on. he faces it towards himself, then flips the little screen around so he can see how he looks. 

normal. normal and average. nothing weird or unsettling about it. which is, honestly, surprising. his eyebrows rise automatically and he puffs up his lips. maybe there’s a little lag in the video feed? if there is, it's too slight for him to tell. he hums, curious, and then hesitates, confused.

"wait," he mumbles.

"wait," the little him on the screen mouths.

no, not exactly. "what the fuck–?”

"what the fuck?" Jonghyun interrupts tiny himself because the little him on the camcorder screen started speaking a half a second before he did. he starts leaning closer to squint at it, then immediately jerks back because once again, the little recording of him started leaning forward right before he meant to.

"does it just –?"

"does it just –? no. no i don't like this. what the fuck." Jonghyun slams the camera down on the table before it can continue to record him half a second in the future. bad, actually. very bad and weird and unsettling. he hates that, actually.

"yeah, that thing fucks me up too." done with the dishes, wiping his hands on his pants, Taemin grins as he leans on the counter between the sink and the kitchen table. "i just keep it around because i don't know how you're supposed to actually get rid of electronic stuff. you hungy?" he stands up straight and grabs the fridge door handle. "want some fruit? i have strawbebbies."

"uh," Jonghyun says. "sure." he does like strawbebbies. absently, he turns off the camera and puts it back into the basket. before he came here, his roommate and overprotective best friend Kibum gave him a whole rundown of red flags and warning signs to look out for. a supernatural cat and a fucked up magic camera wasn't on the list, but something tells Jonghyun that Kibum would be telling him to get out now anyway.

so it's a good thing that Kibum isn't here. it's not that bad. some weird knickknacks aren't the worst he's ever had to deal with in a boyfriend. compared to some of the shit that Jonghyun has put up with, all of this is nothing he can't handle. and he knows Taemin was so nervous about inviting him over specifically because of this. he would hate to let Taemin down by being intolerant of his magic stuff.

and also, Taemin is bending down to get the strawberries out of the bottom of the fridge and the way his sweats hug his ass is, Jonghyun would say, fucking fantastic. 

but not fantastic enough to keep Jonghyun from getting distracted by movement on the fridge door. he leans a little to the side to see better. the colorful letter magnets scattered all over the door are rearranging themselves. Jonghyun scratches the side of his head as they slowly, one letter at a time, form words. he thought, when he walked in earlier and the magnets already spelled out "commit tax evasion," that Taemin did that himself. to be funny. Jonghyun laughed at it.

but now, as they finish writing out their suggestion, Jonghyun says, "uh. taem? your, uh. your magnets."

“hmm?” Taemin straightens up, strawberries in hand, and barely glances at the door for a second before he kicks it shut and takes the fruit to the sink to wash. with a tired sigh in his voice, he asks, "what's the bad idea of the day?”

"have unprotected sex," Jonghyun reads. 

“oh," Taemin says. he looks up with a smirk. “you know, that one actually isn't so bad. what do you –?”

“no,” Jonghyun says, but he's grinning. he reaches out for the strawberries and takes one as Taemin sits down at the table opposite him. “maybe another time.” he's not really against it, but he does like to make sure that the people he gives the privilege of touching his bootyhole raw are at least good at sex first.

Taemin props his chin in his hand, smiling the most adorable smile in the world. "fair,” he says. "i have weird magic condoms anyway. wait till you feel them.”

“Ooh,” Jonghyun says, intrigued. Exciting.

On the fridge, the magnets sadly disassemble themselves.

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jinki/jonghyun; glucose father; pg

hey i didnt exist for a hot minute but im back now lol

daddy kink jongyu sleepy breakfasts together but also does jonghyun not deserve. being little a gremlin. as a treat.

The lovely, warm, wonderful smell of banana pancakes greets Jonghyun as he shuffles sleepily through the house. He rubs a sweater covered palm into his eye, other hand smothering a yawn. His knees are kind of cold; his sweater dress clings around his thighs and he forgot to pull up his fuzzy thigh-high sockies when he rolled out of bed so they're scrunched unevenly around his ankles. He doesn't stop to fix them himself. Jinki will do it for him. 

In the kitchen, Jinki’s back is to him as he stands over the stove. His hair is tied back into a tiny ponytail and Jonghyun smiles as he pads over the tile floor. He tickles his hands over Jinki’s sides, gently announcing his presence, and ducks down to drop a kiss to the two little moles on the back of his left arm just barely exposed by his short sleeves. 

“Morning, daddy,” he smiles, wrapping his arms fully around Jinki’s waist and rubbing his cheek between his shoulder blades. One of Jinki’s hands covers both of his on his stomach.

“Hello, my lovely darling,” he smiles. Jonghyun can tell he's smiling just from his voice. It's in his cute tone. “Breakfast is almost done, okay?” Jinki says. “Just a minute.”

“Mmhmm,” Jonghyun smiles back. He can wait. He's very good and patient. Most of the time.

He stays attached to Jinki for as long as he can until Jinki gently pushes him away and into his seat at the kitchen table. Then Jonghyun crosses his legs and props his chin in his hand and just watches Jinki, smiling sleepily at him as he bustles around to arrange Jonghyun’s breakfast on a plate for him. 

2 medium sized pancakes glistening with butter, whipped cream eyes and smile, the tiniest dollop of syrup for a nose, and a ring of strawberry slices around the edges to turn it into a dazzling morning sun. And on the side, smiley face eggs and bacon. Jinki hands Jonghyun his orange juice directly instead of putting it on the table and Jonghyun smiles up at him around his first sip. 

And then he smiles down at Jinki as he gets to his knees. Raising his eyebrows in silent surprise, spreading his legs in hopeful suggestion, he puts his cup down and giggles into his hands when Jinki’s hands reach for one of his socks. Oh. That makes sense. He runs his fingers through Jinki’s hair as he fixes his thigh highs for him, bites his lip when Jinki kisses gently at his inner thighs, pouts when Jinki finishes and stands up without doing anything else.

“Eat up, honey,” he smiles, pushing Jonghyun’s hair out of his eyes, pinching the tip of his nose gently. Jonghyun scrunches his nose, then turns to face his breakfast and obey. 

Then, before he can even pick up his fork, Jinki gasps loudly and curses even louder. 

“Wait, don't,” he says, wiggling his hands between Jonghyun and his plate. He grabs it away, snatches Jonghyun’s fork out of his bewildered hand. Jonghyun blinks up at him and Jinki looks back, clutching the breakfast to his chest protectively. They just stare at each other like that for a moment, then Jinki breathes out a shaky, embarrassed laugh and shakes his head. “One second,” he says.

“Okay?” Jonghyun says, too confused to be annoyed. What the fuck. Jinki sits down at the other end of the table with Jonghyun’s breakfast in front of him. He takes his hair out of his little ponytail, letting it fall down around his face, just barely into his eyes. Then he pinches and lightly slaps his cheeks, bringing pink into them. He licks and then bites his lips, and then smiles super big, tilting his head, scrunching his shoulders. He tries a few different smiles, like he's testing out how each one feels, before he appears to settle on one.

Jonghyun knows what he's doing now and he's very amused, chin in his hand again, as he watches. He cannot believe that Jinki is using his breakfast for this, but also, he kind of can. Jinki glances at him over the table; Jonghyun arches one eyebrow back. Jinki rolls his eyes, then takes a big breath, gets his phone camera open, holds it up at the perfect selfie angle, and brings that bubbly practiced smile to his face again.

“Morning daddy,” he chirps at the camera, and Jonghyun has to physically cover his mouth so he doesn't make noise and ruin the video. Jinki said that exactly the same way that Jonghyun said it earlier. Jinki doesn't acknowledge that in favor of waving gently at the camera. “I just finished making myself breakfast,” he says brightly, turning his phone to show the lovely heartfelt masterpiece that he wrenched from Jonghyun’s hands. “It's happy to see you too!” Jinki beams as he wiggles his phone a little bit. Jonghyun sips his orange juice, enjoying the show. It's very impressive, how good of an actor his Jinki is.

Turning his camera back to himself, Jinki continues with a pout, “Wish I had someone here to help me finish it.” He still doesn't glance at Jonghyun, but he does tap his socked foot gently over on top of Jonghyun’s for a second. Jonghyun taps him back, then hooks his foot around the back of Jinki’s calf, dragging it up slowly, smiling very very innocently, until Jinki jerks his leg back to his side of the table. “I can't wait to see you later tonight,” he says. He puckers his lips at the camera in a sweet kiss. “Bye-bye, daddy,” he says, smiling with his most adorable, most powerful eye smile.

Then, almost immediately, he brings his phone back down to the table and shakes his head, shakes himself out of his cutesy persona with a shuddery little noise.

“Here you go, baby,” he says, pushing Jonghyun’s breakfast back over the table to him with one hand. With his other hand, he taps around his phone, no doubt saving and sending the video. Jonghyun smiles lazily at him as he picks up his fork and cuts off his first bite of pancakes.

“How's Grandpa doing?” he asks casually.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jinki inhales the sharpest, loudest, deepest breath on the planet. He presses both of his palms together and holds them in front of his mouth like he's praying, eyes closed. Then he opens them and points both of his hands at Jonghyun. 

“I am begging you,” he says, sounding suddenly a hundred years older. “I am begging you with every fiber of my being. To stop calling him Grandpa.” 

 “But he's my grandpa, though,” Jonghyun says. He covers his mouth after he takes his bite of pancakes because he's smiling too big to chew with his mouth closed. He swallows thickly, then says, “You're my daddy, and he's your daddy, so, logically--”

 “No,” Jinki says loudly. His voice carries a delicate note of immense distress that tickles Jonghyun down to his very core. It's like the more upset Jinki gets over this, the more Jonghyun loves it. “There's nothing logical about it, god.”

“There is, though,” Jonghyun says simply. He pops a strawberry slice into his mouth. “That's why you hate it so much.” Because it makes perfect sense. Jinki has no real argument against it.

“I loathe it entirely,” Jinki groans with his face in his hands.

“Well, that's just impossible,” Jonghyun says matter-of-factly. He scoops up some whipped cream on his fork and licks It off daintily. “Because I'm a part of it. And you can't loathe me.” That's, like, illegal. He's too cute for that.

In response to his perfectly flawless logic, Jinki slouches in his chair and sighs dramatically at the ceiling. He keeps it going for a while, too; he must be using one of his singing breath techniques or something, because he exhales for at least a good 30 seconds. Jonghyun eats another bite of his pancakes and starts picking apart a piece of bacon while he waits for a Jinki to finish his theatrics.

He does, eventually. He lets his sigh peter out, then just breathes slowly for a moment, then lifts his head to frown sharply across the table.

“Brat,” he accuses.

“Thank you, daddy,” Jonghyun smiles back, wiggling with pride. He's such a flatterer. 

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shinee but as those fucked up cartoon character popsicles

obsessed with drawing people as these things

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Hey I don't know if you're taking requests right now but if you are could you possibly write some really squishy cute fluffy jongtae? I don't have any thoughts or preferences in particular, I'm going through a bad break up right now and reading your work takes my mind off of the world for a while. If not that's okay 🙂‍↕️ thank you💗

i haven't been writing as much lately but i posted the fluffiest jongtae i have in my drafts for u : ) i'm hope you feel better soon!!!

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Jonghyun/Taemin; cookie : ); PG

Sometimes it's the quiet little things uwu

Jonghyun wakes up pretty confused because he doesn't remember falling asleep in the first place. He remembers slapping his Rise of the Guardians DVD into his old PS2 and starting the movie. He remembers lying down on the floor in the living room with a pillow pulled off of the couch and a blankie pulled off of his bed. He remembers getting nice and comfy and enjoying the first... half? Maybe third? Of the movie. He guesses that's when he fell asleep because now the TV is playing the DVD title screen on a loop.

Another thing he doesn't remember is Taemin coming home from work but that must have happened at some point too, because he's here on the floor with Jonghyun, head on Jonghyun’s right arm, eyes closed, drool puddling and dripping down his bicep into the carpet.

Jonghyun smiles to see him. He's so cute. He leans over to press a tiny kiss to Taemin's hair, then relaxes back into his pillow and blinks at the ceiling.

He could start the movie again. Or–his tummy rumbles under the blanket. He doesn't know how long he was asleep but it's probably been too long since he last ate. He should probably get up and go make food.

He doesn't know how to do that without waking Taemin up, though. He doesn't want to interrupt him if work tired him out so much today that he wanted to nap. Taemin is a heavy sleeper, true, but this has to be just a little catnap or something. He can't be completely out. Jonghyun isn't entirely sure that he can ease his arm out from under Taemin's head without disturbing him. 

After a few minutes of deliberation, his tummy growls at him again and he decides that he's just going to have to go for it. He props his free left hand on the ground, ready to push himself up, but his fingers brush against something on the way. A paper bag; he grabs it and looks at the logo on the front. A paper bag from Taemin's favorite little cafe by his work.

Looking closer, Jonghyun bites his lip against a rush of giddy emotions when he sees what's scrawled on the bag in orange sharpie. It's just three things: his initials, a scribbled out heart, and then another heart next to that. Jonghyun glances at Taemin as he picks the bag up and holds it in his lap. The little gay baby probably drew the heart the first time and then got embarrassed about it and scratched it out and then got embarrassed about that and drew another one.

Opening the bag as quietly as a paper bag can be opened, he peeps curiously inside to see what Taemin got for him. There's a big cookie frosted with white chocolate and sugar sprinkles to look like a bunny, a blueberry muffin, and a cinnamon roll oozing with so much glaze that it smears all over the inside of its wrapper.

“Score," he whispers to himself. His three favorites.

He pulls the cookie out first. He bites off its round little tail before placing it, crumbs and sprinkles and all, onto his blanket. Then he reaches for the controller by his hip, starts the movie again, and fast forwards to the last scene that he remembers. It's a little loud, so he grabs the TV remote and turns down the volume down next so it doesn't wake Taemin.

Finally, for good measure, he leans over to smooch Taemin's sweet little head again. He feels too loved to not love Taemin back right this second, even if he is sleeping. He'll tell Taemin again when he wakes up. He has a feeling that Taemin will say the same thing. 

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trick or treat but for more art? it's cool that you're branching out!

thanks I got the tablet mostly so I could draw little D&D guys but it doesn't trigger The Chronic Pain much at all so I've been drawing a lot of other guys : ) here is me trying to draw a pokemon team for taemin lmfao

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trick or treat!!!

we love a useless lesbian in this house

“hello, welcome,” she says to Taeyeon over Junghee’s head. when Taeyeon comes to stand next to Junghee, she doesn’t miss the way the tall girl’s eyes flick between the two of them, or the way she wiggles her eyebrows at Junghee. “what’ll you have?” she asks.

Taeyeon only processes that the question was for her after an embarrassingly long silence. “uh,” she says. “um.” she looks at the tall girl, looks at the menu, doesn’t comprehend anything on it as human language, looks at the tall girl, looks at Junghee.

bad idea. Junghee is looking at her from the corner of her eye, lashes long and visible behind her sunglasses from this angle. panicking, swallowing hard,   Taeyeon blurts out, “i’ll just have what she’s having.”

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trick or treat :)

woe chibi homestuck jongtae be upon ye

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trick or treat

Listen consider Jonghyun walking into the kitchen and what is clearly a half an hour rant from Kibum directed towards Taemin about how "that was literally the most disgusting thing I've ever seen anyone do" and "cannot comprehend how you can live with yourself" and "literally you need to pack your shit and move out right now I'm not joking" and

jong: what did you do

taem: slurped the juice from the top of the yogurt cup

key: [gags mid sentence]

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trick or treat!! 🎃🍭🕸️

The last paragraph I wrote :3

Above, the full moon shines extra bright in the dark sky. If he leans enough to the side, he can see Cancer peeking out from behind the next door building. he'll have to point that out to   Taemin when he comes back.  Taemin likes when Jonghyun tells him which stars are him. Jonghyun can see the affection in the way he automatically glances up to search the stars.  The way his eyes stop when he finds it, the way he’s silent for a beat too long before he swallows hard and abruptly changes the subject.

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OT5 i guess; wedding crashing; R

jong2min having a nice date on the boardwalk when they see onkey getting married and go crash it but oh no !!! minho fucked one of the grooms last week :3c But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair. 

The sun is shining, the sky is clear, the seagulls are shrieking, the waves are rolling, the beach bustles with life, and Minho is practically bursting with contentment. He walks side by side with his babes, Jonghyun next to him in the middle and Taemin on the other side of him, his arm crossed over Taemin’s so they can both claim one of Jonghyun's butt pockets, and the three of them joke and grin at each other as they window shop down the shore. 

"Is that a wedding?” Minho stops when Jonghyun stops when Taemin stops, grinding the three of them to a halt on the sandy boardwalk and pointing with his popsicle to the shoreline. Jonghyun leans forward around Taemin to look so Minho leans backward around both of them to do the same. He has to squint a little bit against the glimmers of the waves on this bright sunny day, but he spots the group of people lounging out in the sand around three people standing up straight. Two of them are wearing suits and holding hands, huge smiles visible even at a distance.

“Oh, that's so romantic," Jonghyun sighs. "Why haven't you two married me on the shoreline?" he pouts.

"Illegal," Taemin says. 

"If we tried you would not stop complaining about the sun," Minho adds. He hasn't stopped complaining about the sun already today. Minho isn't going to deal with that on their wedding day.

Jonghyun sighs long and loud through his nose, then changes track and says, "let's go crash it." 

"I don't think–"

"Hell yeah dude!"

The two of them take off, jogging towards the nearest staircase into the sand and dragging Minho behind them. Minho rolls his eyes as he gets his footing. They enable each other too much. But this is at least better than the time they broke into an abandoned building to “explore cool ghost shit" and got attacked by a family of raccoons, so. He guesses he can't complain too much.

Touching down onto the beach proper, they walk casually along the shoreline until they're behind the wedding. Then, just as casually, they sit down in the back and make themselves comfortable. None of the guests seem to object to their presence; actually, a couple of the people at the back with them look like they had the same idea. The closer they get to the front of the audience the more people are dressed in pastel oranges and foresty greens. 

Up at the very front the two grooms are radiant in their similarly colored suits. One is in a peachy pinkish orange suit with shoulder length light brown hair, smile lines and crow's feet prominent as he listens to his soon to be husband recite his vows. The one speaking is in a light leaf green suit. His short black hair is coiffed up, his dimples are adorable, his pretty lips form his words carefully, and his prominent eyebrow scar is accentuated with make– 

"Holy shit," Minho says. Realization hits him abruptly and he sits up straight, scattering sand all over Taemin’s shoes. “We can't crash this wedding." They can fucking not. He knows that eyebrow scar. He knows those dimples. He is very intimately acquainted with those pretty lips. 

“Wah wah wah, goody two shoes," Taemin mumbles dismissively. “We're already here."

“No, I mean – "

"Lighten up, lawful good," Jonghyun teases. He latches onto Minho’s arm and leans against him. "It's fine. We're not even the only people that have crashed it already."

"Listen you fucking gremlins," Minho hisses. He cannot deal with their bullshit right now. He looks around frantically, trying to find an easy way out, and when he finds none, he tries to hide instead. He shields his face with his hands and glares at his babefriends. "We can't be here because I literally fucked that guy in the green a week ago," he whispers. He knows that's him. He’s certain. That's the guy that he hooked up with last weekend, that guy that fucked him within an inch of his life and left him in the club bathroom with a smirk and a wave.

Taemin bursts into hiccups of laughter that he badly muffles into his hands; Jonghyun’s eyes go wide and he sits up straight, studying the grooms with renewed interest and singing, "ooh, drama" under his breath. Minho groans and lies down in the sand. He should've lied. He should've made something up, invented an excuse to get them far, far away from here. Now they're definitely not leaving.

~

As soon as the ceremony is over and everyone is invited to watch the first dance, Taemin makes a beeline for the bar. It's a nice little setup tucked at the very end of the food tables. One guy in a peach and green aloha shirt and sunglasses is manning it and a sign next to it declares it to be open and free to all beachgoers. Taemin double and triple checks the sign to make sure, then smiles his most charming and adorable smile at the bartender. At his new best friend until Jonghyun and Minho drag him away.

He gets a dainty champagne flute in celebration of the newlyweds; then he asks the bartender to make him something neon blue with a little umbrella in it.

~

So. Bad news. Jonghyun has been wandering the beach, mingling with guests, asking about the newlyweds, and he's learned that Jinki and Kibum are completely open in their sexual relationship so no one was cheating and therefore there's no drama for him to slurp up.

But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair. 

Jonghyun has, of course, already told him this. Even before he went snooping around for information, he went to congratulate them and flirt a little bit with both just to test their reactions. Kibum took it in warm, confident stride, not rejecting him but not encouraging him either. Jinki, on the other hand, took a little too long to let go of Jonghyun’s hand and his smile was hooked up a little too much to the side. Jonghyun doesn't like to assume, or brag, but he knows when someone is interested in him.

Jinki is interested in him. Jonghyun saw it an hour ago in the way he looked at him and he hears it now in the way Jinki speaks to him.

“You're quite touchy, aren't you?” he's asking, and his voice is so smooth, a smile playing around his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. The tiniest tint of accusation in his tone contrasts with the way he leans into Jonghyun’s touch. He lets Jonghyun fix his bowtie up straight and then smooth his hands down the lapels of his jacket. 

“You don't seem to mind,” Jonghyun smiles. 

Is he laying it on too thick with the cheating-not-cheating thing? He's not sure. It's not his usual mode of flirting and he's kind of just winging this. Maybe he should tone it down a little bit. Throw in something like it's fine if--

“I don't mind a lot of things.” Jinki replies with just the same comfortable, suave, caramel smooth voice as before. Paired with his raised eyebrows it almost makes Jonghyun melt. He has to take a second to catch his breath. How the fuck did Jinki do that? What did he even say? He doesn't mind? Where was Jonghyun going with this again?

Focus. He needs to focus. He has a mission to complete. “That's an admirable quality,” he says, playing with the collar of his shirt. He pulls it down enough to give Jinki the tiniest peek of his chest mole. Guys love the chest mole. He glances down, kicking at the sand a little bit, and then looks up through his eyelashes. Guys love when he looks at them through his eyelashes. “I like a chill relaxed guy,” he says.

“So does my husband,” Jinki says. It's a statement, simple and blunt, but it's also more than that. It's not a rejection, but it is, maybe, a warning? But more than that, Jonghyun thinks it might be a dare. A dare to acknowledge and then keep pushing anyway, see what it gets him. A dare that Jonghyun is definitely going to take.

But not right now. Right now, he fakes getting a text on his phone. “He's lucky to have you then,” he says, opening up a text conversation at random and pretending to read it. Smiling, he adds, “my cousin wants me. I'll come talk to you again later?”

And that's his own dare to Jinki, a choice to either deny or invite him to come back. 

Jinki smiles back all crow’s feet and sunshine. “I’ll look forward to it.” 

~

“Hey, so, I just want to let you know,” Taemin says, leaning on the corner of the bar, “before I start to get tipsy so you know I'm for real. I think you're really handsome.” He smiles at the bartender, holding his sparkly fruity drink in one hand and swirling his fingers playfully on the counter with his other. He's definitely already tipsy from the champagne and half a drink but the bartender doesn't need to know that. Taemin has been making perfectly pleasant and believably sober conversation with him this whole time. 

He's also been flirting with him this whole time. Even before he came out with that bold forward line he'd been having the bartender blushing like soft pink powder, biting down smiles, and coming back to him between serving everyone else on the beach. His name is Kai and he’s lifted his sunglasses up to rest on his hair; Taemin is certain that it was to see him better. His brother used to make fun of him for practicing how to flirt but look at him now. He takes a sip of his drink and watches Kai watch his adam's apple bob up and down. 

He's so in. 

~

Good day. Great day. Wonderful day. Incredible day. Blessed day. Perfect day. Ever since he and Jinki kissed to seal the deal, Kibum has been on cloud nine. His stomach has been full of butterflies and his fingertips have been tingling and his face hurts from how hard he's smiling and he doesn't even care. He hasn't wanted to leave JinkI's side for more than a minute.

He has left, though, to keep up appearances. Sure, he loves Jinki with his whole entire heart and he just dedicated the entire rest of his life to him, but he doesn't want people to think he's desperate. So he's been cruising through the shore, hugging friends and family, stopping to chat, munching snacks and sipping drinks, drifting back to Jinki every now and again to touch his arm, hold his hand, smile against his cheek, and remind himself that today is real. 

Taking time away from him does have its perks--he can spy on Jinki from afar, admire his pretty hair, his handsome profile, his snazzy suit. And whenever Jinki catches him coming back, his smile lights up the world. JinkI's smile still, after all this time, takes Kibum’s breath away. It sets off fireworks in his heart. It resets his brain. It stops him in his tracks.

Which is probably why someone just bumped into him, tried to swerve and duck around him way too late, bumped into a bouquet stand, and sent their painstakingly colorpicked peachy orange gladioluses tumbling into the sand. 

“Oh, jeez. Oh, fuck. Oh, no. Sorry. Here.” The guy that bumped into him is already on his knees, gathering up the flowers with big hands. His long black hair bobs in a ponytail and little wisps frame his face when he looks up. “You oka--fuck.” 

His already big eyes turn huge, his mouth pops open, and his cheeks turn a vibrant red. He's pretty cute, actually. And he's swearing up a storm. 

“Fuck, uh, fuck. I mean, fuck. I mean, uh, I mean, shit. Fuck.” The more he scrambles to fix the flowers the more he drops them all over the sand. Poor lamb. Kibum gets it, though. He would be embarrassed too if he ruined a wedding decoration in front of the groom.

“It’s fine,” he says, and he means it. It's not like he was going to keep this one specific bouquet forever. “Here.” He bends over to help him clean up. The longer he looks this poor blushing man over, the more he's sure that he wasn't invited. Kibum doesn't recognize him at all, for one, and he's pretty sure he would at least know all of Jinki's guests by face. He doesn't match the dress code, either, and for another, all of his blushing and stammering carries an unmistakable aura of guilt. 

But, actually, the longer Kibum looks him over, the more he thinks he does actually recognize him. He just can't figure out from where. It's something about the cheeks, flushed a very attractive crimson, something about the bangs falling messily into his eyes, something about the eyes themselves. Big, round, brown, gorgeous. Blinking up at him from such a steep angle, the poor babe on his knees now, just like--

Just like he was at the fucking club. Kibum understands. He's not blushing because Kibum is the groom. He's blushing because Kibum fucked his throat and pumped his ass full of cum a week ago. 

Small world. “Hey,” he says, pointing. “Aren't you--”

“No!” The babe from the club interrupts loudly. He stumbles to his feet, slapping sand off of his knees, red from his forehead all the way down into the collar of his shirt. “I mean,” he says. “I don't know what you're talking about. I mean, I've never seen you before. I mean, I'm not crashing your wedding. I mean!” Every time he says I mean he gets louder, faster, sweatier. “I mean, goodbye.” and he just turns around and speedwalks away, wobbling in the sand and dodging around guests that were actually invited. “Congratulations!” he calls over his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, shaking his head, Kibum smiles to himself as he continues his search for his husband. 

~

Taemin pulls his thumb from the bottom of his chin up to the corner of his lips. He sucks the cum off of his skin, swallowing it down with the rest, savoring the slide of it down his throat. It tastes like the same sweet, smug victory he feels looking into the depths of KaI's dark, glazed eyes. Zipping Kai back into his pants, he takes a quick glance around the bar. He doesn't think his new buddy has enough of his brain back yet to be a good lookout.

The coast looks clear enough, everyone else mingling and dancing closer to the stage, so Taemin stands up. He smoothly slides his way up Kai's body until they’re face to face. Kai's harsh breaths puff against him and Taemin can hear him swallow hard. Taemin cups his jaw and kisses him nice and slow so he can taste himself. 

“Gonna need something strong to wash that down with,” he hums against Kai's mouth. 

Still dazed, barely looking, Kai feels around his bar and passes Taemin a full bottle of tequila.

Jackpot. 

~

Jinki is three fingers deep into the slut that's been flirting with him all day when his phone jingles in his pocket. “Ope,” he says. That's his special ringtone. His beloved ringtone. His Kibum ringtone. He unwinds his arm from around the babe’s neck and leans back, giving them some room and some air. They probably need it after being squished against the back wall of the stage this whole time. 

“bro whered u go,” is what his husband has texted him. The babe sucks in deep breaths, wiggling their booty back against his hand. Grinning, pumping his fingers not nearly fast enough, Jinki taps the speech to text button and holds his phone up to his mouth. 

“Sorry honey I'm busy fucking some slut backstage,” he says, and hits the send button.

“That's me!” 

“That's you.” Jinki confirms their cheerful exclamation with a smile against the back of their ear. “You're the needy little slut desperate to get used by someone else's husband.”

“Gosh, yeah,” they whisper, they swallow hard, they whimper a little bit when Jinki twists his hand around to rub on their prostate. “Why’s your voice so hot?” 

“Theatre school,” Jinki replies, watching the little typing bubble on his phone.

“oh okay lmao not that i like you or anything but i didnt see you for 10 minutes and i got nervous,” Kibum texts. Jinki bites his lip, butterflies in his stomach. His husband cares about him. “the hot one with the pink hair thats been all over you all day?” Kibum texts next.

“Yeah the hot one with the pink hair that crashed during our vows,” Jinki confirms. Said hot one with the pink hair makes a little oop noise, clenching around his fingers not out of pleasure but out of surprise at getting caught. Jinki pushes them hard back up against the wall, just to punish them, just a little bit. People never expect it out of him but he's always watching. He always knows what's going on. He knew from the start that this pink slut wasn't one of Kibum’s cousin’s plus ones. It's not like he minds, but it's not like he's going to miss the opportunity to rough them up a little bit, either, not when they shudder underneath his chest.

“Tell him,” they whisper. They swallow again, clear their throat, and say louder, “tell him I say congratulations.” They look at Jinki over their shoulder, brown eyes dark and glassy, smile shaky, all genuine and earnest. Jinki smiles back. How kind. 

“They say congratulations,” he sends to Kibum, and then, “just hang on like 5 minutes I'll make them nut all over themself and then I'll be back out smiley face blue heart emoji,” he says into his phone. Speech to text doesn't register and insert the emoticon or the emoji; it just types the words out and Jinki sighs shortly. Whatever. Kibum will get it. 

“How are you going to make me nut on myself when my ween is pointing at the ground.” zit's a pout of a sentence, but a smiling pout, a mischievous one, a dare of a sentence. Jinki knows exactly what this babe wants him to do and exactly how smug they're going to be if Jinki acquiesces. 

Brats have always been his biggest weakness.

He remains silent for as long as it takes Kibum to text him back, “take your time i miss you a normal amount.” Then, smiling, shaking his head, he pulls the babe away from the wall. “I guess you have a point,” he says, and then expertly manhandles them onto their back in the sand in 5 seconds flat. He pushes their legs up so they're almost bent in half, their cock pointing right at their own face, using their pants still halfway on to hold them there. “How's this?” he asks.

They blink up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, to stunned to react. Just like Jinki likes his sluts to be. 

He makes them nut, cleans them up, and gets back to his husband even faster than he promised.

~

Swimmy in his brain. Grumbly in his tummy. Giggly in his throat. Floaty in his body. But also bumpy in his body. Probably because his body is slung over Jonghyun’s shoulders as they walk back home.

“Fighting evil by moonlight… winning love by daylight… never running from a real fight…! She is the one named Sailor Boob.” Taemin cracks himself up, snorting into laughter, grinning into Jonghyun’s elbow. Sailor Boob. Jonghyun is laughing too, his quiet chuckles warm in Taemin’s ears.

“How did you even get this drunk?” A strong hand, Minho’s hand, cups his jaw and wipes away a line of drool that Taemin didn't know was there. He tries to follow and slobber all over Minho but all he gets for his efforts is a pinch on his cheek. Acceptable. “All they had was champagne and watered down little cocktails. You're not that much of a lightweight.”

His giggles ramp up into full laughter, snorting and hiccuping, before he composes himself into his regular poise and dignity. Jonghyun hikes him up into a better position on his back. “I blowjobbed the bartender’s dick and he gave me big boy juice,” he announces proudly. 

“Fuck yeah dude,” Jonghyun announces into the night sky. “That's my little gremlin.”

That's Taemin. He's the little gremlin. He's the little gremlin and Jonghyun is proud of him.

“Taem, you shouldn't have sex with people just to get things from them,” Minho scolds. “You're such a menace.”

That's also Taemin. Taemin is also a menace and Minho is disappointed in him. Warm in his heart. He couldn't be happier.

~

$75 donation to the newlyweds from: Choi Minho

Hello. Congratulations on your marriage. I saw at your wedding the sign stating that all wedding crashers owed you $25. Attached is the donation covering me and my two boyfriends that came with me. I wish for happiness in your future.

ps I'm at that club every other friday 

$50 donation to the newlyweds from: Jonghyun (the babe you fingered behind the stage) uwu

hiiiiii congratulations again :) your wedding was so pretty and i could feel the radiance of your love from up on the boardwalk!! i hope you feel the same warmth you felt looking at each other today for as long as is comfortable for you both!! may your friendship always remain strong!! also here's my number in case you ever want a slut to play with ;) 525-0408

$420.69 donation to the newlyweds from: fucklordsupreme imdrinkhehehe

hey happy you got marred yur party is rly fun I dont get love stuf but you to look happy really hapy nd I hope you stay thatway and als o if u dont thats okie if u get dirvced then thats just failgay rppresentition (tit) and I think we need more of that but dont get divvvvorced just bc of that only if u want to or for thebdrama ofit but I ho pe u dont do that bc you two look rly happy and I likie that/.....,..also one f you fuckied my bf last week and then I think one of u is fuckieng my other boyfrend rn and I like thatt too bc I like them and they deserv getting LAID so ty for doing thatfor them nd I hope both of u know that bothoff you do sex w other peple bc oherwise thats kind of awkward but tahts aso yuour problem notnmine but nahyway heres some moeny to buy smthng cool for ur happy govt recognititiotn (tit) ceremony and also bc I did somethnig with somenoeno\\\\s omeone but im not going to tell u what is it bc im not a snitch but dont worryr about it but monie shd cover the tab so heres moneynd ur welcome goob night happy married 6v6

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Got a drawing tablet like a month ago so have some jongtaes I drew while I've been figuring it out :3

Details under the cut hehe

^I swear this last one is an actual thing that happened it was whenever they were filming Japanese Juliette and they just went off the two of them to sit on a wall and have a little talk at like 1:00 in the morning I know it happened I can see it inside my brain but the video is gone and I can't remember what day it was exactly so I can't search for the gifset that I know exists somewhere on this webbed site lmfao but I think about it all the time and it makes me really soft : )