prismatictaemin

[prismatictaemin]

Chemistry (Taemin Ver.)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: General Smut

WC: 2.03k

Summary: Taemin brings you home for a one-night stand, but an array of feelings can change overnight.

Find the original version of this fic here, and my main blog here.

Taemin pins you up against the door of his apartment, kabedon style. He looks you in the eyes before his eyes dart to your lips. It’s a signal to you, but you probably wouldn’t have changed your next action anyways. You desperately press your lips to his and he tangles his hand in your hair, trying to gain dominance over you, but you’re fighting back. You fist his white t-shirt and he pushes your jacket off of your shoulders as you walk him backwards to the room, but eventually give in. "Really?" You ask as he trails butterfly kisses down your neck.

"Absolutely," he breathes out, taking your jacket the rest of the way off. "You're pretty for a stranger, anyone ever tell you that?" His hand skillfully undoes the button on your jeans and slips to brush over your clothed pussy.

"And you have generic lines for an idol," you groan out, feeling his fingers with heightened senses.

“You’re like a lake down there, shit,” he pushes the fabric to the side with his thumb and thrusts a finger inside of you. you groan loudly as he hikes your legs around his waist and walks you the rest of the way to the bed, inserting another finger along the way. “I don’t even think I’ll have to prep you all the way,” he says, kissing you roughly.

You’re an uncontrollable mess of whines despite the lack of length that his fingers have. Taemin makes up for that in the thickness of them, getting up to three fingers before warning you. “On second thought, I’m pretty thick, think your pussy can take it?“

“Confident, are w-“ You’re cut off by your own moan as he inserts a fourth finger, making a perfect square formation inside of you. “Shit, c-confident in yourself aren’t you?”

“I’ll make you regret saying that by the end of the night,” he undoes his belt and pulls his jeans down quickly. You look up to see the outline of his hard member in his underwear and your eyes go wide. he wasn’t lying, really, he’s massive.

You reach out with one of your hands to stroke it through the thin cloth and he stops his movements to groan. It’s deep and throaty, you imagine how that would feel against your pussy. The dark lighting of the room allows you to gaze at his lips as he does it, too, shadows casting over one side of his body.

Your finger trails up his dick and to the waistband of his underwear, running the tip of it against the elastic before moving on. “Fuck, you’re a tease, aren’t you?” He removes his fingers from you and licks them two at a time while you run your hand under his shirt and up his abs.

“It’s not teasing if you’re not begging for more.” You begin to push his shirt up his body and he takes it the rest of the way off himself, leaving him clad in only his boxers and you in your shirt.

“Just hurry up and get on with it,” Taemin complains as you begin to pull his boxers down. “I’ll make you happy if you make me happy, deal?”

“Mmmm, I don’t think I like the sound of that one too much, honestly,” you bargain as you slide a condom over his dick. “How about I keep my mouth shut about fucking the famous Lee Taemin and you make me happy?”

“Blackmail, I should have seen it coming,” he moans the last part as you wrap your lips around his tip.

You bob up and down, trying to avoid the odd texture in your mouth. It’s really nothing compared to doing it raw, but you’ll take what you can. He threads his fingers through your hair and moans higher this time, needier and desperate for more. He thrusts up into your mouth and you feel his tip at the back of your throat. You swallow around it despite the intense urge to gag, spilling him over the edge. A warm spot fills where his tip was, making you release him with a soft pop.

“Now you really owe me,” you say, smirking.

“I didn’t ask to be sucked off,” he pulls the condom off and ties a knot, tossing it towards the bin in the bathroom. “I’ll get it later.”

You wrap your hand around his soft member and press kisses to his neck, adding your tongue to try to get him aroused again. “No break? This fast?” Taemin asks, taking a shaky breath.

“No, we had a deal,” you mumble against his shoulder. You bite the skin softly, but not enough to make a mark. “Now hurry up.” You lick over the place you bit and trail kisses up to his mouth, the action concluding in a heated make-out session.

“Lay down,” he says, finally tugging your shirt off.

“Let me ride you,” you suggest, pushing him down instead. He reaches up to run his hands over your breasts, squeezing lightly. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“I thought this was about you, not me,” he retorts, shuddering as you grip his cock to line it up with your sopping entrance.

You hesitate for a moment, blinking. You take a deep breath and don’t respond, instead finally letting there be a few moments of silence between the two of you as you sink down on his cock. It doesn’t last, a long and profound moan escaping your lips. Taemin’s hands run along your sides and move backward to cup your ass. He supports you as you bounce up and down on his length, squeezing your cheeks and pushing you upward from time to time.

Below you, he makes a moaning mess out of himself along with a burning desire for more friction. He thrusts up into your warmth repeatedly, never giving you a break as you instinctually clench around him. Taemin mutters strings of curses as he explores every inch of you with his hands, stopping every so often to admire parts of you. You grind yourself against him and feel his tip brush your sweet spot, making you throw your head back and moan. “F-fuck,” Taemin utters, hips bucking. “I’m close, so close, god,” he moves upward and pecks your lips before puling out and flipping you over. “Put your ass up.”

You do as you’re told, mind hazy from the new tone his voice has taken on. Taemin slams his cock back into your warmth, the familiar stretch returning with a new pace. He thrusts in at a relentless speed now, finally succeeding in making you cum. You shake as your orgasm rolls through you, eyes falling shut. He finds the same feeling as you reach yours, filling yet another condom and collapsing on top of you, head tucked into your shoulder.

“You can go to sleep and leave tomorrow if you want,” he suggests, pulling out and standing to dispose of both condoms. “You don’t have to worry about going home that way, it’s already four in the morning.” That’s the last thing you hear before your eyes fall shut from exhaustion, senses lost in the comfort of his bed.

In the morning, you’re awoken by the rays of the sun illuminating the large master bedroom. Taemin had opened the curtains when he woke up an hour earlier, making sure your back was turned at that time so you wouldn’t wake up right away. With your horrible sleeping patterns, you’re shocked to see that you slept seven hours. A hot cup of coffee is sitting on the nightstand along with a few ibuprofen, probably in case you were hung over. He didn’t know that you didn’t drink, but it was a nice gesture. After getting dressed with the pajamas he’d also left, you sit up, take a sip of the liquid, and look around, finally letting yourself observe the surroundings. Behind you is a large window with a view of the Han River and the surrounding city, bustling on a Monday morning. To your left is his dresser, white adorned with gold knobs. A TV lays on top of it accompanied by some of his signed albums and a few awards of various categories and degrees.

Finally, right in front of you, is his small cat Kkoong, which you had failed to notice until now. “Hi, little one,” you coo, lowering to the floor. “You must have missed Taemin last night, hm?” She runs over to you and nuzzles her head against your hand, prompting you to scratch under her chin. You find yourself getting overly distracted by the cat until the sound of a door opening snaps you out of it. Taemin. Right, he lives here and you’re intruding looking around at his bedroom and petting his cat.

“Oh, you’re awake. You could have slept longer, you know,” he opens the top drawer of the dresser and pulls out a few earrings. “Huggies or studs?”

You stutter for a moment, unprepared for him to speak to you so casually. “Uhm, huggies? Sorry, I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t expecting you to be home, honestly, I was just going to leave, I should get going,” you burst out a string of things to say and stand quickly. “Wait, sorry again, where are my clothes..?”

“They’re at the dry cleaners. They should be here by… hmm…” he checks his watch. “Three PM? My manager is picking them up. Was last night that bad to where you would want to leave so soon?”

“N-no, not at all! That’s not what I meant! I just thought, since it was supposed to be a one-night thing, and you’re most likely busy,” you direct your eyes back on Kkoong, who is currently licking her paws clean.

Taemin sprays some cologne on his wrist and rubs it in, patting his neck as well. “Hm, well, it’s not like you can go anywhere unless you have some genius plan to get the clothes you’re wearing back to me. We’d have to meet again anyways.”

He casually begins to unbutton the white shirt he’s wearing, causing you to widen your eyes. “I-I guess so, I’ll just wait in the living room then until your manager arrives.” You stand and walk quickly to the open door, but are stopped by a hand on your wrist.

There, in front of you, without a shirt and sporting desperate eyes, he asks, “Do you not like me?” Of course you like him. What is he talking about? That’s a stupid question. Why wouldn’t you like him.

You’re shocked again at how quickly his emotional presence can change, especially from confident to desperate like this. “Again, no, really, that’s not what I mean! I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“I want you to be here always…” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. Without thinking, you reciprocate him. He brings his hand to the side of your face, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb. “Is that too much to ask?”

“It was supposed to be a one night thing, what the hell is going on?” You have no venom in your voice when you ask.

“I don’t know, I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t help it,” he runs his hand through his hair and walks over to the closet in his room. “Something about last night just flipped a switch in me, you know? Like some kind of gravitational pull.” Taemin pulls out a blue silk shirt and puts his arms through it before starting to button it up. “Please tell me you understand so I don’t sound like a complete idiot.”

You sigh deeply and lean against the doorframe, contemplating. “I don’t know, but… I definitely know something changed overnight.”

He begins to sing Strings under his breath and grabs your hand, guiding you out of the door. “Dance with me. That’s the only way we can measure our chemistry.” Taemin smiles playfully and places a hand on your hip, swaying to his own sound.

“That’s so cliché,” you let out a breathy laugh and join him in his rhythm, losing yourself in the sound of his voice.

[prismatictaemin]

Without You (Taemin Ver.)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Warnings: None

WC: 1.61k

Summary: Taemin had already been worried about your work week, but when you really get sick, he makes sure he’s by your side through it all.

Find the original version of this fic here, and my main blog here.

“It’s just hard.” You flop down face-first into your bedcovers, Taemin on the phone.

“y/n-ah, are you sure you’re going to make it through the week? Have you thought of taking a few more days off?” He asks through the line.

“I’m just tired, nothing I won’t get over,” you reason with him, turning over to look at the drywall on your ceiling.

“You sure? I’m getting worried about you,” he continues.

“Yes. You don’t have to worry about me. Get some sleep, Taem. I’ll talk to you when you’re back.” You hang up the phone without another word and go to sleep, dreaming of annoying work projects and a lack of your friend, Taemin.

The next morning you wake up sick and groggy, headache accompanying you. You roll over to check the time and see you’ve overslept three hours from the start time of your job. “Shit!” You exclaim and text your boss, saying you can’t log on since you’re feeling unwell.

With the time you now have to spend in bed all day, you check your notifications. 8 are from Taemin, 4 from Kibum, and another 2 from Minho.

K: y/n Taemin is going crazy you need to stop him (7:41)

K: He’s insisting you’ve died or something cause you aren’t awake (7:42)

K: You should text him I think he’s coming to your house (8:45)

K: I sent him with Kimchi at least (8:49)

y/n: Omg tell him not to come I just got sick and overslept (10:12)

y/n: I’m fine (10:13)

M: Taemin came home early from his concerts I think (8:37)

M: Update me if you see him (8:37)

y/n: Will do! (10:24)

T: y/n wake up (5:38)

T: I came home early to see you (5:39)

T: It’s 7 am now y/n why haven’t you read them (7:16)

T: Come on don’t treat your best friend this way hehehe (7:18)

T: Im gonna come to your apartment and wait outside (8:46)

T: Kibum gave me Kimchi to bring (8:47)

T: y/n I’m getting worried you should be working now (9:03)

T: Are you okay? (9:52)

You drag yourself out of bed and try to get to the door. You rub your eyes as you turn the handle, Taemin’s sleeping figure slumping into your doorway. He had sat outside and slept, waiting. How cute, you thought to yourself. “Hey, mister,” you ruffle his hair and nudge him awake. A cough rises up in your chest and you stand, head diving into your arm to contain it.

He opens his eyes to see you standing over him, hacking. “Hey, y/n, why are you coughing? Did you get sick?” He scrambles to his feet and presses his hand to your forehead. “You’re burning up, jesus,” he says, ushering you back to bed.

“I’m fine,” you assure him, trying to walk to the kitchen with weakened limbs. “y/n, you literally just coughed up a storm when I showed up.” Taemin says, setting the kimchi from outside on the counter. “I’m making soup, go lay back down or I’ll make you.”

“You’re the worst, I love you,” you smile, grabbing a blanket from the couch. “But I’m not eating in bed. Is the couch okay?” You ask. “What am I saying, this is my damn house!” You flop onto the couch and try to get as warm as possible under the blanket.

You drift off to sleep while Taemin cooks, feeling cold. He, on the other hand, works up a sweat preparing kimchi stew for you. He hums the tune of I Think It’s Love while he ladles some into a bowl. “It’s ready!” He calls softly. When you don’t respond, he walks into the living room to find you passed out and tucked under the blanket. “Silly y/n, always falling asleep,” he talks to himself.

Taemin kneels down in front of you and looks at your features. He knew he could never tell you how much he really felt for you, how he just wanted to stay by your side forever and love you. Stuck in the friend zone. That was how it was and would stay, he convinced himself of it. “y/n, why must you be so perfect?” He whispers to himself, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You stir in your sleep at the coldness you feel. Your eyes open slowly to be greeted by Taemin’s eyes looking directly back at yours. You notice his hand by your ear and he quickly flinches away, stumbling over his words. “S-Sorry, you just looked like you were overheated, and I was checking your te-“

“It’s fine, Taem,” you reply, ruffling his hair. “I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Do you want soup? It finished a little while ago,” he says, standing and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Of course I want soup!” You get a bit too enthusiastic and go into a small coughing fit. Taemin panics and rubs your back, supporting you through it.

“Yes, alright, I’ll get you some.” He stands and walks to the kitchen, shortly returning with a bowl of kimchi soup.

You take the bowl in your hands and brush off his warning that it’s hot, immediately putting your mouth around the burning spoon. “Shit!” you exclaim, putting the bowl down quickly.

“I’ll get some ice cubes,” he hurriedly opens the freezer and pulls some out of the tray before coming back to you. “Here, suck on one of these,” he holds it out to your lips. You wrap them around the ice obediently, groaning a little at the coolness on your tongue soothing the burn.

“y-y/n, you- do you feel better?” Taemin’s cheeks flush at your reaction to the ice. You nod up at him and he flops down next to you on the couch, petting your head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of you so well today, I just got home and I didn’t think you would be so sick like this,” he sighs.

You meet his eyes as he looks down at you, sadness prominent in them. “Don’t be upset, I’m just glad you’re here Taeminnie.” You sit up and face him, pouting slightly. His eyes begin to go wide as you give him a peck on the cheek. “Consider it payment, okay? At least until I can give you something more.” You smile and rest your head back on his leg.

“Okay.” He responds in a whisper, focusing his eyes to the movie he put on earlier.

It becomes background noise as you stare at the underside of his face. His chin forms a point and his hair is a small puff slightly protruding from the outline. “Taeminnie?” You ask. He looks down at you and knits his eyebrows. “Will you stay over tonight?”

“Will I what?” He pulls his airpod out of his ear that had been obscured from your vision.

“Oh,” your face falls and you lose confidence. “Nevermind, it’s not important,” you smile softly and turn your head to the movie. He tilts his head before running his hand up and down your arm and redirecting his attention.

The two of you lay down there for the rest of the night until Taemin suggests you should get to bed. He had insisted you needed rest and he would be there until you fell asleep.

“Goodnight, y/n-ah. Text me if you need anything, alright?” He tucks you in and places a glass of water by your bed. “Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Taeminnie,” you snuggle into the covers and shut your eyes before his footsteps fade.

When he’s questioning if you’ve fallen asleep he ventures back to the room to make sure. He finds you to be passed out and breathing softly. Underneath what he sees, though, is a taunting nightmare. Taemin is nowhere to be found when you lose your family member’s life, he won’t respond to your texts, and when he does he only says that he wants to cut it off. Your eyes shoot open in terror. “y/n? Are you okay?” Taemin leans down from where he was standing and places his hand on your leg, unconsciously assuring you that he’s here.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay, just… had a nightmare. You’re still here?” You question, sure you’d slept for a while.

“It’s only been an hour. I was about to leave, but came to check on you before.”

“Stay,” you blurt it out without thinking, instantly covering your mouth with your hand.

“You want me to?” He asks casually, sitting on the bed. “What was your nightmare about, then?”

You blush intensely. “It was about you.”

“Was it?” He teases, scooting to be on your other side. “What happened?”

“You weren’t my friend anymore,” you utter out, tears pricking your eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry, we’ll always be friends until you don’t want to.” Taemin lays down and wraps his arm around your waist. “I’ll always be here for you.” Your eyes find his and you look for any sign of what desperation you’re feeling in them. They dart down to his lips for a half second too long, just enough for him to realize and look down at yours before you trade glances at one another. He leans in slowly and your lips meet each others, entangling comfortably.

You share a clash of teeth and tongue, but it’s not needy or rushed. Taemin breaks away and pulls you closer to him. “Am I still dreaming?” You ask, exhaling.

“No, you’re not, y/n-ah.”

“You’ll be here when I wake up?”

“Of course, sleep well my love.” You shut your eyes and drift off, having the most soundless sleep you’d experienced in years.

[prismatictaemin]

Bad Habits (Taemin Ver.)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Genre: Exes to Lovers

Warnings: None

WC: 530

Summary: Taemin goes out again to feed his habits. The stranger he converses with makes his problems feel less prominent for now, but his mystery acquaintance leads to reigniting feelings.

Find the original version of this fic here, and my main blog here.

My bad habits lead to late nights ending alone Conversations with a stranger I barely know...

Taemin sits down next to yet another stranger at the bar and sparks up a conversation. “So, what has you here?” The stranger looks tired and emotionally worn, like they’re just here to get drunk and find someone to take home.

“Breakup.” Predictable, he thinks. “I’m stuck in a circle of bad habits, I can’t stop. I’m only here for a little bit of paradise just before everything implodes again.” Their voice is dry and exhausted, uninterested even. “Why are you here?”

Swearing this will be the last, but it probably won't... I was looking for a way out, now I can't escape...

Because I’m stuck in the same cycle. He reminisces over your face for a while, thinking about the time you shared. But that’d be too honest, wouldn’t it.

“Just out for a drink. Might end up having too many, but what can I do?” Taemin says, stirring his white russian with his finger.

“Relationships are a waste of time.” The stranger grunts, and he hears the glass hit the bar countertop loudly. “They just lead to heartbreak.” y/n was perfect, Taemin thinks. I still don’t know if it was my fault.

“Are they? I don’t feel that way about mine.” He responds monotonically. “I don’t even know why mine left.” Was it something I did?

We took the long way 'round And burned till the fun ran out...

"I left mine, but I’m just as heartbroken as if I got broken up with.” The stranger sniffles, and Taemin just drills his eyes into the countertop harder.

Just like what happened to me, he remembers the day you walked out in tears, no explanation except for a quiet ‘we need to break up’.

“Why?”

“I knew I wasn’t good enough for him. I didn’t want to keep him going with someone who was like me when he could do much better.” They stutter out, swirling the liquid in their glass.

“Hm.” Was that why y/n left me?

“What’s your name? I’ve been talking to a random stranger, I haven’t even looked up at for almost an hour by now, and I’m not even close to drunk.” They say, a small laugh emitting from them.

What are the odds I go home with them tonight? Low? High? Probably fifty-fifty. “Taemin. Yours?”

It's true, it's true My bad habits lead to you...

“Did you just say your name is Taemin?” The stranger asks, looking at the side of his head. “Oh. You did say that.”

“Is something wr…” Taemin turns his head and looks at the stranger he had been sitting next to all night, telling his relationship problems to. “Oh. y/n.”

“Hi, Taemin.” You say, your expression saddening. “Hi, y/n,” he sighs, eyes beginning to go glassy. “Quite the coincidence, no?”

“Now you know, I guess.” You say, swallowing your urge to cry. You assume it doesn’t work very well when Taemin makes his next comment.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay.” He slides over another seat to be next to you and rubs his hand up and down your back, still not able to meet your eyes again just yet. “I’m here.”

[prismatictaemin]

Me and You (Taemin Ver.)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Genre: Yandere AU

Warnings: Obsession, Murder, Jealousy

WC: 1.13k

Summary: Taemin wants you, but you're oblivious to him. Your attention and affection is pointed at Kibum, but Taemin won't let it keep going on that way.

Find the original version of this fic here, and my main blog here.

Taemin watches you from his seat in the back of the class. You bow deeply to the teacher and apologize for being late, your eyes had been screwed shut when you did so. Nobody else would have noticed, but he did. He always noticed. You had exactly three classes on Tuesday and you would walk back to your dorm at exactly 2:07 PM, arriving by 2:19 at the latest. If you picked up a coffee from the local shop, you would add two dashes of cinnamon and be home at 2:34 by the latest.

At 3:30, you would leave your house to go to your second class. You'd be gone until 7:15 and then not come out again. During today's class, you chewed your gum longer than usual. "Taemin. Lee Taemin! Pay attention." The professor scolds him and proceeds to ask his question regarding the history of film and who had started it.

"The Edison Company, in 1891. It was demonstrated and shown that a single person could view a film at a time." He responds, bored.

You scribble the information down in your notes and direct your attention back to the professor, determined. You had almost failed the class last semester and you were not looking to have to deepen your college debts.

The rest of the class goes by in the blink of an eye for Taemin, but in a long, painful stretch for you. He watches you gather your things and put them in your bag in the same order as always. Tablet, notebook, pen case. You pull out your phone in the same way as always, from your back right pocket. He takes note of your new lock screen. It's a boy. Who? Who was stealing his precious y/n's heart from him?

You open your messages with Kibum, smiling to yourself. You really liked him, he made your heart flutter. He would always crack jokes and make you laugh, but he had a sweet side that made you fall for him.

K: I have a surprise

K: Meet me outside the coffee shop we like at 2:30, okay?

y/n: I'll be there

K: I'm excited to see you, y/n

K: Is it too much if I say that?

K: Sorry

y/n: I'm excited to see you more, Bum.

Taemin grits his teeth as he watches you text the mystery man, the words exchanged unknown to him. You're smiling widely as you exit, tucking your phone away.

When you stop at the coffee shop, Taemin was already inside. It was Tuesday, you always got coffee on this day. He watches as Kibum waves you over to his table. Your neutral expression immediately turns into an uncontrollable smile when you sit down. You're ecstatic to see Kibum, his colored contacts catching your attention right away.

"Multicolored eyes now? I love them." You say, resting your head on your hand.

"I was thinking about something new for a while, why not have one brown and one green? Maybe I'll catch the attention of Mr. Choi when I audition for the lead role," he muses, making an over exaggerated expression.

Taemin hates it when you laugh at someone that's not him. Your beautiful smile, your laugh, it should be for him and only him. He has to get rid of this blonde-haired monster taking you from him.

As you and Kibum talk, a single piece of cake and two coffees arrive at your table. Who was it for? "Hey, y/n, do you wanna share?" Kibum asks you, taking a chunk off with his fork.

"I don't know, do I?" You respond, pulling the plate towards you a bit.

"We're like Lady and the Tramp this way, we couldn't share," he laughs and starts waving his hand in the air, eyes forming little slits.

"Of course I'd share. You really think we got one piece of cake just to fight over it?" You say between giggles. He eats his small piece of cake and his eyes go wide at the flavor.

"y/n, oh my god, you really have to try this," he moans as he savors the taste of the dessert. You do as he says and immediately go in for more, shocked at how good it is.

"I have great taste," is all you can say.

Taemin is about to get up and go murder this guy right now. He's making you happy, only he should do that. Why are you even with someone else?

You and Kibum end up staying a few hours until he says he has to get going. You had missed your class, it wasn't on purpose, but what could you say? Kim Kibum had captured all of your attention. He grabs your hand as he leads you out of the shop. "y/n," he says, eyes meeting yours. "I really like you, and I was hoping that maybe we c-"

"Yes. Absolutely yes. One million times over." You cut him off, squeezing his hand.

He leans in and places a kiss on your lips, both of your eyes fluttering shut. When he pulls away, he feels like he's in a daze as his vision comes back into focus on your face. "Okay." is all he can say, a wide smile covering his features.

You and Kibum find yourselves spending every moment together possible. Turns out he's your partner for the final group project coming up in your major class, so you're going to have to spend even more time together. Taemin also knows more. He's studied up on Kibum, even memorizing his dorm, now.

He's decided he's going to get rid of this man for good, he can't watch as you're taken away from him anymore. He lurks behind the living room couch where Kibum sits, knife in hand. Taemin assumes he's on the phone when he asks you how long you'll take. Too bad you have to hear him die.

Kibum feels the knife go through his chest and screams. "HELP!" he calls, taking sharp breaths. Taemin stabs at him again until the couch is covered in his victim's blood, gone for good.

"Kibum, what the hell is going o- TAEMIN?!" You yell, seeing your lover's dead figure and your classmate's blood-covered clothes.

Blood stains Kibum’s chest and back, a bit of it splattered on his face.

Taemin drops his knife and walks over to you slowly, his hand finding its way under your chin. "Now we can finally be together, y/n, aren't you happy?"

You take a shaky breath as tears flow down your face, the loss of Kibum hitting you hard. You're terrified of the circumstances you're stuck in right now, Taemin is your captor. "Don't cry, y/n," Taemin looks at you affectionately. "It's just you and me now."

[prismatictaemin]

Drowning (Taemin Ver.)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Major Character Death

WC: 380

Summary: Taemin is drowning in the thought of being without you, but there's nothing that can be saved except for the memories, no more to be made.

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When you had first gotten sick, Taemin was optimistic. He convinced himself you would be okay. He brought you food and stayed with you each day, making sure that you had nothing but the best treatment.

Now, Taemin holds your hand as you sleep, monitors and machines galore hooked up to your frail form. He feels like he's drowning, nobody to save him from his grief. "I love you, y/n, I always did and I'll never stop, no matter how much you tell me to let go," he breathes out, a sob catching in his throat. A single tear slides down his cheek, the light of the sunset making it glow. "I promise I'll never forget, even if you don't make it out of here, I'll walk for both of us, forever..."

In your dream, you feel trapped. It's a suffocating world of loneliness, Taemin is so close yet so far away. You see him on the other side of the glass, looking at you. He looks so tired, like he's been fighting something for so long. You want to reach out to him, but you can do nothing but stand there, an invisible bind keeping you still. Taemin sits in a chair, tears never ceasing.

Slowly, the sound of a massive wave approaches. You don't know where it's coming from, but you can't turn around to see how big it is. The only cue you get is the knitting of Taemin’s eyebrows and the soundless scream he emits, jumping out of the chair and banging against the glass that separates the two of you. All that you can do is begin to cry softly, a tear falling from one of your eyes at the pain that you know is coming. Right as you feel it hit you, everything goes black.

Taemin looks up at your sleeping face and watches your expression fall lifeless, the beeping of machines beginning to echo through the room as the heart monitor shows your pulse cutting. He releases the sob he had been holding, letting his head fall onto the mound that is your hands. One lifeless and gray that had been a series of color never ending, the other that still breathes but has no life left to live without its color.