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katrinawritesthings · 4 years

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Jonghyun/Taemin; a series of lists (part 24); PG

hey what the fuck is up I started writing this last year when Want came out because Taemin is really hot and then I didn’t finish it until a little while ago but now it’s Wantiversary so now I can post it with a friend’s help hell yeah finger pistols

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5 times whatever whatever Want is about being edgy and casting away your catholic guilt but he just looks so soft in everything

It takes Taemin a whole half an hour after Jonghyun wakes up in the morning and starts getting ready for work to wake up himself, grumbling and mumbling under the covers about how loud Jonghyun is being. Jonghyun smiles as he inspects his uniform in his full length mirror on the back of his door.

“I can't have been that loud if you took this long to wake up,” he says. In reply Taemin just grumbles more. Glancing behind him at the bed, he sees him moving around under the blankets, a little wiggly bed worm. The lump of his body crawls down to the end of the bed until his hand appears from under the covers and lifts them up. Under them, his dirty blonde hair is mussed, his eyelids are droopy, his cheeks are round and soft, and his lips are at their puffiest and blobbiest. He looks so delicate and pretty and soft that Jonghyun feels like if he touched him he would come off on his fingers as a fine powder.

“Come snuggle me,” Taemin says. Jonghyun snorts.

“I gotta go to work?” he says pointing at the door with his thumb. It's almost time for his receptionist shift. Taemin’s eyes lower, and the hand that was holding the sheets over his head falls down into his lap, where it starts playing with his other hand. The sheet covers half of his head and Messes his hair up even more.

“Oh, I mean, sure,” he says. His voice is a quiet little mumble. “I guess, yeah, you gotta go to work,” he says. “Work is important I guess, gotta. Gotta do that work. Right now. Immediately. Gotta get right out there. I don't mind. I'll just, you know, wait. Wouldn't want you to miss work. Not like you do enough work already anyway. No big deal.” he mumbles on and on, half of his words barely even comprehensible with how small his voice is as he picks dirt out from under his nails. Jonghyun looks at him, entirely amused, and then shakes his head. Walking over to the bed, he lifts the covers and sits down on the edge of it, crosses his legs, props his elbow on his knee, and then props his chin in his hand.

“You're such a whiny baby,” he says, lifting one hand to fix Taemin’s hair under the sheet. Taemin keeps looking down at his lap, but he lifts one hand as well to hold onto Jonghyun’s.

“You’re a whiny baby,” he says. Jonghyun laughs softly.

“You're a little shit,” he says fondly.

“You’re a little shit,” Taemin says.

“You're real cute.”

“You’re real cute.”

“Your lips look so soft,” Jonghyun says absently. He lifts his free hand to run his thumb over Taemin’s bottom lip. He wants to feel how soft they are for himself. Taemin’s lips move against his thumb when he speaks next.

“Your lips look so soft,” he mumbles without looking up. Jonghyun smiles, enamored inside of his heart.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. He waits for Taemin to repeat his question so he can say yes and then kiss Taemin himself. Taemin lets go of Jonghyun’s hand, cups his face, and presses their mouths together softly in a warm, slow kiss.

Jonghyun is sure that he was thinking about something else a minute ago, something businesslike and important, seeing as he's sitting at his receptionist desk with a group of bikers about to come in, but he can't remember it because all he's thinking about right now is the jacket that Taemin is wearing.

It's a normal and average leather jacket except for how the left sleeve has its middle section cut out; the fabric ripped in the middle of his bicep, and in the middle of his forearm, held together with a thin string. or maybe that's not the second half of the sleeve and is instead just a really long glove? Or maybe it's both. Jonghyun doesn't know. He doesn't really care, either, about the logistics of this weird jacket, because he's more focused on how just. Incredibly sexy. Taemin's elbow is. His elbow and his arm muscles on either side. It's just. So hot. It's such a hot look. He never thought he would be here, 31 years old, lusting over a daintily exposed elbow, but here he is, and he's not angry about it. He's just horny.

“what the fuck did he do to that jacket?” Key comes to stand next to him behind the counter, looking out of the front window at the jumble of bikers with his nose scrunched in fashion judgment.

“I think it's hot,” Jonghyun says, barely taking the second to glance at Key before looking right back outside. “don't you think it's hot?”

“I think it's a waste of a good leather jacket,” Key says. “also, have you noticed that his hair lately has been, like.” he hesitates, fingernails tapping on the counter as he tries to think of some not rude way to put what he wants to say. Jonghyun takes his eyes away from Taemin's elbow for a moment to look over his hair. Dirty blonde instead of the usual bleach job, straight and hanging into his eyes instead of a little wavy and fanned out around his face, suspiciously wet in a way that can also maybe look greasy, undercut grown out so much that it curls just a little bit around the back of his neck and makes it look almost like a mullet.

“Awful?” Jonghyun asks, grinning. “yeah. I love it.” he loves it a whole lot. He loves his little greasy biker boy.

“is it comfortable living inside of his asshole?” Key asks mildly. He puts his elbow on the counter and props his cheek in his hand, smiling pleasantly at Jonghyun. Jonghyun mirrors him, smiling just as pleasantly back.

“I think you're just bitter because he keeps showing up in all of your high fashion magazines and you're jealous,” he says. Key narrows his eyes.

“maybe so,” he says evenly. Jonghyun smiles wider. He loves Key a lot too.

“say something nice about him,” he demands. Key might be right, but Taemin is still Jonghyun’s boyfriend and Jonghyun is still protective over him. plus he knows that there are definitely things that Key likes about Taemin, so he doesn't have an excuse to not come up with something. And Jonghyun wants to hear him say it. Key looks at Jonghyun, who looks back with his eyebrows raised, and then sighs, looking back outside.

He takes a moment, but then he stands up straight and adjusts his body posture. He puts one foot forward and cocks his hip. He puts one hand on that hip, fingers splayed out, and lifts his other arm to be at a 90 degree angle, wrist hanging down, in a very good impression of how Taemin stands all the time. Turning back to Jonghyun, he says, “his little,” and wiggles the fingers on his hip. “his mannerisms when he stands are cute. I especially like his gay hand.” Key wiggles his dangly hand for good measure.

“Yeah, “ Jonghyun grins, looking back outside. Taemin is standing that exact same way as he waits around for the other bikers to get their shit together. His soft little heart melts just watching him. “It’s real cute.”

“Mhmm,” Key hums, standing normally again. He pets Jonghyun’s hand on the counter gently. “Anyway,” he says as the bikers finally all start filing in, “tell him to keep an eye on that jacket, because I will steal it if he doesn't.” and with that vague threat, he leaves, slipping through the staff room door. Jonghyun shakes his head. He doesn't doubt that at all.

Having a snake slithering slowly around the back of his neck and creeping over his cheeks isn't exactly what Taemin had in mind when Jonghyun said he wanted to go to the pet store. He's pretty sure it's not what Jonghyun had in mind either, because Jonghyun is currently on the other side of the store, cooing over all of the mice and hamsters.

Taemin is having a fun time though, sitting here on the cool tile with his back against bags of reptile bark, chilling with these little Snakey Pals while a pet store employee cleans out their cages. It's pretty rad how he was able to just ask if he could hold a snake and then five minutes later be holding several. One just coils in his lap, drawing heat from his core, another tiny baby twists and plays around his fingers, and the one on his cheek is slowly making progress across his nose. He loves all of them.

“You okay?” the employee asks him, almost sounding concerned. Taemin glances up as much as he can without disturbing his new friends.

“Yeah,” he says. “I'm having fun.” he thinks for a moment about explaining that he doesn't really do the whole Expressions thing and then decides that he doesn't care that much. Instead, he brings both of his hands together so his finger snake can play with all of his fingers instead of just half of them. she slides over, little tongue flitting in and out, and curls around his thumb and wrist.

“Okay, just checking,” the employee says. “Two more cages to clean and then I have to take them back.”

“Mmkay,” Taemin says. That's fine. He should get back to Jonghyun soon anyway. he's pretty sure that this is supposed to be a date.

Before it's time for him to say goodbye to his new friends, though, Jonghyun finds him, peeps into the snake aisle and then brightens, walking towards him. He has a tube of tennis balls under his arm, which is adorable. Maybe they can play catch later.

“Hey,” Jonghyun smiles, crouching down next to him and smooching the side of his head. Taemin assumes that Jonghyun didn't kiss his cheek because there is currently a snake on it. “making friends?” he asks. Then, when Taemin hums yes, Jonghyun looks up at the employee and waves his little cute Square hand. “hey Alice,” he says.

“Hey,” they smile back. “how have you been?”

“oh, you know,” Jonghyun shrugs. He takes a comfy seat next to Taemin, slipping his hand around his arm, and continue s this conversation with this Alice that he apparently knows and is good friends with. it's super extra cute to Taemin that Jonghyun is on a first-name basis with the pet store employees and he looks down, gently tugging one hand free of the tiny snake so he can pet a finger down the smooth scales of the one in his lap. He's glad that the snake currently chilling on his face can at least partially hide the blush that crept into his cheeks when he thought about how intensely adorable his Jonghyun is. he doesn't need to be exposed in front of his new friends.

when Jinki glances through the glass windows of the little convenience store that he's in, he does a double take when he sees that there is a small group of people clustered around his car.

Or, no; around the passenger side door of his car. Around Taemin. A group of people around his child. concerned suddenly, ready to fight, filled with an intense fatherly instinct to protect that he didn't even know that he had , he Squints outside for a closer look. he relaxes when he sees a familiar face at the front of the cluster. It's jonghyun. It's just Taemin’s new boyfriend apparently out with some of his friends, just happening to be in the same place at the same time. Okay. Jinki goes back to waiting patiently in line at the register.

Two other customers later, he buys his stuff and carries his plastic bag over his arm as he walks out and back to his car. Taemin is still talking to Jonghyun and his friends, sitting in the passenger seat sideways with the door open but his arms on top of it and his chin nestled in them. Jonghyun is pink all over, nervous, flustered, cute, and his friends all look very entertained to see him so.

“we had sudden government stuff to do,” Taemin is saying, his voice the usual quiet mumble. “we're on our way back. Jinki wanted to grab snacks.” he nods his head towards Jinki, who's already smiled and waved everyone as he approached his car.

“Hi Jinki,” Jonghyun says, voice tiny but still perceptively pleased.

“Hey,” Jinki says back. “you got the day off?” he asks, happy for the kid. He's always so overworked, so busy trying to run the motel with his sister. It's good that he has some time to just hang out with his friends. Jonghyun nods quietly, nervously. He's always nervous when Jinki talks to him. Extra nervous, Jinki guesses, because he's always nervous about everything. Jinki wishes he knew how to be a more comforting existence for him, but it's not really a problem for right now, so he puts it out of his mind.

“Good, good.” he says, just to acknowledge that Jonghyun answered him. He opens his door and tosses the plastic baggie of stuff in for Taemin to grab. “we gotta get back,” he adds. He feels a little bad about cutting this little meeting short so abruptly, but he knows neither Taemin nor Jonghyun will leave themselves and Jinki isn't about to just sit here in the parking lot for half an hour. “we'll be back at your place in about two or three weeks, though,” depending on whether or not anyone feels like going to the farm or not.

“Oh, okay, yeah,” Jonghyun says. “Umm..” he looks at Taemin and turns, if possible, even Pinker. “Um…” he says again. He shuffles a Little Closer, hands gripping anxiously in his shirt collar as his friends giggle behind him. Taemin extends one hand, cups his cheek, and tugs him down to press a little kiss to his mouth.

“See you around, kid,” he mumbles. Then, as Jinki gets into the driver's seat and shuts his door, Taemin follows his lead and does the same. Jinki drives them away, smiling at how Jonghyun waves very tiny and cute, and stays quiet until they get to the stop light outside the parking lot. Then he turns to cock an eyebrow and smirk at Taemin, who is leaning way back in his seat with his hands over his face.

“I just want to say,” he starts, “that it was really impressive how you spent all that time pretending like you weren't two seconds away from throwing up.” It was honestly one of the most impressive things that Jinki has ever seen Taemin do. The whole reason Jinki went into the store in the first place was because Taemin practically begged him for a break from the car ride. Jinki got him a nice bottle of ginger tea to help with his tummy and everything.

“Thanks,” Taemin groans, “but don’t make me talk.”

“Sorry,” Jinki says. for the rest of the car ride back to Luna's place, Taemin sips his tea extremely slowly.

“Taemin! Taemin! Taemin! Tae! Tae! Taeminnie! Taeminnie! Taemin!”

Taemin hears Jonghyun’s voice, very loud, very excited, before he even registers his hands papping all over him. he only feels all of the touches when he pulls his helmet off of his head and sees Jonghyun doing them, all over his back and his arms and when he turns, his chest and tummy.

“Tae Taem Taemie Taemin Taeminnie!” Jonghyun is still saying. His eyes are wide and bright and his smile is wider and brighter and his hands are still all over Taemin and the overall effect is extremely overwhelming and loud, especially after spending half an hour letting himself zone out on his motorcycle. “Taemin Taemin Taemin--”

“Jonghyun,” Taemin says. Just once. He gets a hold of both of Jonghyun’s wrists, holding them still, holding them down. he holds them both in one hand and lifts his other hand to cup Jonghyun’s jaw, to seal his lips with his thumb for just a second. Jonghyun puckers his lips to kiss his thumb before his dazzling, huge smile returns. he's slightly out of breath, probably because he ran out here to come say Taemin’s name over and over again as soon as the Group all rolled Into the parking lot. Taemin moves his thumb down to the corner of his mouth, across his cheek.

“What?” he asks. “I'm glad to see you,” he adds. It's been over two months and he's glad to be back to his home. Even if his home is suddenly too overwhelming. even if it's still hard for him to admit that he wants a stationary home. Even if it's hard for him to admit to himself that there can be a person other than jinki that feels like home to him. He's glad to be home.

“can I - - oh, thanks.” Jonghyun puts his hand on Taemin’s, which is on his cheek, and leans up on his tippy-toes to give Taemin a quick kiss, right in front of everyone, no anxiety or anything. “can I do something to you that you’ll probably hate?” he asks eagerly, excited, still loud.

“Uh…” Taemin says. He's very aware of everyone in the group looking curiously at them. “depends. Why would I hate it?” there are some hates that he's willing to tolerate for Jonghyun.

“all of your little biker gang friends will tease you,” Jonghyun says. Taemin snorts, looks down, does his very best to not pout.

“They've already been teasing me all morning,” he grumbles. “I spilled my fucking fruit cup on myself at breakfast.” he's never going to hear the end of it. “do the thing.” He's honestly curious as to what Jonghyun could possibly be so eager and excited about. at his consent, Jonghyun grows inexplicably more excited, enough to bounce up and down on his toes, and hold Taemin’s hand so hard it almost hurts.

hissing quiet little “fuck yeah”s to himself, Jonghyun jams his hand into his hoodie pocket and pulls out something fuzzy and white. Taemin barely gets a glimpse of a little bunny face on it before Jonghyun is lifting it up and putting it on his head as a beanie. the flaps on either side extend down to Taemin’s Chest, ending in cute little paws, and before he can even touch them himself to feel, Jonghyun is grabbing his hands and making him hold them.

“Squeeze them,” he whispers, suddenly quiet now in his anticipation, hands over his mouth, eyes locked on a point just above Taemin's head. Taemin, appreciating this new chillness, appreciating instead of just observing how adorable Jonghyun is in this moment, squeezes both hands.

He feels movement on either side of his head; Jonghyun gasps softly; so do several people in the rest of the group. He relaxes his hands and feels that same movement again. confused, trying to piece it together, he thinks. Little paws. Little bunny face. Head stuff. He squeezes his hands opposite each other, feeling each side of his head respond in kind. Jonghyun’s eyes are getting over Bright Now, watery, and Taemin hears quiet giggles from everyone else.

“are they like, floppy bunny ears or something?” he asks.

“you are so. fucking. Cute,” Jonghyun hisses. He Stomps his foot with each word that he says and then surges forward to wrap his arms around Taemin and nuzzle into his neck happily, squeezing him hard. Taemin says “oof” and then slowly brings his arms up to hug Jonghyun back.

He wants to say “you too,” but even as he opens his mouth, he can't make the words come out without feeling a very different kind of overwhelming emotion build up in his chest and his throat , one that threatens to bring heat to his cheeks. that's been happening a lot to him lately and he really doesn't think that he's ready to face it yet, so he just stays silent. it's always nice to just be silent and hug jonghyun anyway, even if it does feel like Jonghyun is trying to snap him in half with how hard he's squeezing him.

Around him, the others all coo and giggle and pet his bunny ears, reach for one of the paws and give it a little squeeze. they're definitely teasing him, Taemin knows, but for once, he doesn't really care.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #jinki #biker au #pg #i don't remember any of the shit i wanted to put in the tags #my typist is more pressed than the album #want taemin is just really really really really hot and soft so that's why I wrote this #you're welcome #I went looking for videos of Idols with snakes and there was this one video #where five girls got to play with snakes and Alice was the only one that was super chill about it #I don't remember what band she's in lamo hellovenus Maybe??#ydw

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chaicopaci · 6 years

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Answer the questions below and tag some blogs to do the same.

Tagged again by the always sweet @lunarianbeams

GENERAL

How many people on Tumblr do you know in real life?

At least 6 or 7, maybe more I don’t really recall.

Do you want to change your name?

My name doesn’t really matter to me, I don’t really identify with my name much but I don’t like hate it either?

What time did you wake up this morning?

7h45, I woke up a little later than I should’ve

What were you doing last night?

Sleeping? I cooked myself dinner I guess

Is there something you can’t wait for?

I’m starting a new job next week and I’m excited about that!

What’s getting on your nerves right now?

Three of my classes are so irritating rn

Do you have a crush on someone?

I mean kind of, I always have little crushes on people? I always joke that I fall a little in love with anyone who is nice to me except its not really a joke cause its true

What do you like about yourself?

I like my music taste and that I try to be a nice and laid back person. I have had quite a few people tell me recently that I am a really positive laid back person to be found and that makes me so happy

WANTS

Kids: No. I never want my own children but I might consider adopting some older children later in life if I think I can give them the life they deserve.

Get married: Doesn’t matter really, I don’t see marriage as super important for me personally

Career: I think realistically I want to be a therapist.

LASTS

Last drink: Sleepy Time Tea

Last meal: Red Robin fries and a milkshake

Last phone call: My new job telling me when to come in for orientation!

Last text message: “True” to my friend

Last song listened to: Marilyn Monroe - Sevdaliza

Last time you cried: Last time I remember crying was like last week? I think? I was missing Jjong…

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

Made a new friend?

A ton! Through new friends I’ve made even more friends plus I went to France to study over the summer and met tons of lovely people

Fallen out of love?

No. Not in the way this means at least, I have fallen out of love with past passions and with people I’ve wrongly idolized that proved unworthy.

Met someone who changed you?

Yes, I learn and change and row from everyone I encounter (Or at least I try to )

Found out who your true friends were?

I think so? Most of my friends are relatively new and I haven’t gone through any extremely trying times recently?

Found out someone was talking about you?

Surprisingly yes :(

NOW

Eating: no

Drinking: tea

Listening: Taemin

I’m about to: Go to sleep

WHICH IS BETTER

Lips or eyes? both!! If I had to choose eyes, I could fall in love with anyone's eyes

Hugs or kisses? Again both but hugs I suppose. I like to feel small and wrapped up in someone. I love physical affection so much its gross to some people

Nose kisses or neck kisses? Neck kisses, I loveeee neck kisses

Shorter or taller? I guess called? I love short people cause cute but I like when people are taller than me cause I like to be able to be surrounded by them when I hug them and I need assistance reaching thinks often lol

Older or younger? older I think, I don’t really enjoy interacting with immature people. Being childlike In some aspects is wonderful but being unable to be mature when the situation calls for it is not

Hook up or relationship? a relationship, I’m not someone who can do hook-ups

HAVE YOU EVER

Kissed a stranger: Yeah when I was like 13

Drank liquor: Lol yeah

Lost glasses/contacts: Nah I don’t need them

Sex on first date: No, that's just not for me

Broken someone’s heart: I hope not?

Been arrested: No

Turned someone down: Uhh yeah

Developed a crush on a friend: Oh yeah, fairly often, as I said I fall a little in love with damn near everyone

Dated someone twice? No

Been cheated on? No

Kissed someone and regretted it? Yes

Lost someone special? Yeah

Been depressed? Yeah but my mental health has been getting better, leaving my hometown and HS really helped as did therapy, plus I’m medicated now and in a much better environment.

Been drunk and thrown up? I’ve never thrown up because I was drunk but I did throw up one time because I drank a really gross alcoholic drink

Talked to someone with the same name as you? Often

DO YOU BELIEVE…

In yourself: Yes, more now than ever

Miracles: Yes, I think miracles are all around us if we pay attention

Love at first sight: In some ways yes, but more in the way of a kind of infatuation than of real love

Heaven: Not really, I believe in something but not the Christian idea of Heaven, I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school and I had a terrible experience with it so I hold a lot of resentment toward Catholicism (and Christianity in general to an extent) that I’m working on, not against individuals but more against organized religion

Santa: No

Witchcraft: yeah I think its very possible

tagging @loretastic @finnsdamerron @prideandpen @purple-tae @jjongeyed @judeccaenis @dogtorpepper @these-staining-wounds and anyone else who wants to

#about me #questions #tagged

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onewfantaesy · 7 years

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Maybe a ramble idea if you ever feel like writing it! Jinki the kindergarten teacher adores all his lil students, and one day when it is rained out the students have to eat lunch inside and the tiniest of the, all lil Tae doesn't have lunch. Jinki finds out he lives in an orphanage and starts bringing a lil bit of food for him, and it is a slippery slope. In winter he brings a lil jacket because it is cold and medicine when he's sick because cannot afford it and maybe a year end ups adopting

The first time Jinki noticed his smallest student didn’t bring lunch to school was the first rainy day of the year. The children were all to be kept inside the classroom during lunch, and Jinki got all the rainy day games out of one of the closets before going to get his own lunch from the teacher’s lounge. When he came back, all his little kindergarteners moved seats to sit with their friends while they ate lunch, and he had to take the Connect Four away from three boys who tried to play before they ate their food.

Jinki walked around the classroom to make sure everyone was eating, but as he passed by the table closest to the cubbies, he noticed his littlest student didn’t have a lunchbox in front of him.

“Taemin,” he said, “where’s your lunch?”

“I don’t have one,” the boy said.

His friend, Kai, was letting him share his chips, but Jinki shook his head. He went to get his own lunchbox off his desk, and he took the sandwich he made that morning and put it in front of Taemin.

“Here, you can have this, alright?” Jinki said. “You’re not allergic to anything, are you?”

Taemin shook his head, and he took the bag with both hands. Jinki also gave him one of the little water bottles he keeps in his bottom desk drawer. Taemin smiled, said thank you in the tiniest little voice, and went back to talking with his little friends about what game they wanted to play once they were finished eating.

The rain let up the next day, but before Taemin could leave the classroom to go to lunch, Jinki stopped him. He asked if Taemin had a lunch today, and when he shook his head and said no, Jinki sighed. He took Taemin’s hand and walked him down the hall to the teacher’s lounge. Jinki had made an extra sandwich that morning and put an extra water in the fridge so it would be cold. He even gave Taemin a little pack of cookies before taking him out to the lunch yard.

Before Taemin ran off to sit with his friends, he whispered, “Thank you, Mr. Lee,” in the quietest voice.

“You’re welcome,” Jinki said, and he patted the boys back so he would go sit with his friends.

When it kept happening for a whole week, Jinki asked Taemin to stay for a moment after school. Taemin stood by Jinki’s class after everyone else went out to the parking lot to wait for the parents in the pick-up line. The boy gripped his backpack straps and looked more nervous than Jinki had ever seen him.

“You’re not in any trouble, Taemin,” Jinki said in a soft voice. “But can you tell me why you haven’t had any lunch this week? Did your mom or dad forget to pack it for you? Or did you maybe leave it at home?”

“I don’t have a mom or dad,” Taemin said.

“You don’t?” Jinki asked. “Well, who do you live with?”

“I live at St. Hedwig’s,” Taemin told him.

It took Jinki a minute or so to realize that St. Hedwig’s was the orphanage downtown.

“Mother Superior says that we don’t have enough money for lunch,” Taemin said.

“Okay,” Jinki said. He got up and patted Taemin’s head before taking his hand to bring him out to wait in the parking lot. “Who picks you up, Taemin?”

Taemin’s nose wrinkled up, and he said, “Sister Margaret.”

“Do you not like Sister Margaret?” Jinki asked.

“She plays old people music in the van,” Taemin whined. “And she always makes me sit in the middle seat. I don’t like the middle seat; I always get squished by the bigger kids.”

Taemin’s lips jutted out into a pout, and Jinki watched as he stared at the white van that four other children piled into. The nun driving it saw Taemin a little ways away with Jinki and waved her hand, beckoning Taemin to hurry up.

“Bye, Mr. Lee,” Taemin said.

He let got of Jinki’s hand and ran over to the van.

“Bye, Taemin,” Jinki called after him.

Jinki watched Taemin climb into the back of the van and plop down in the middle seat of the middle row. Two older boys pushed him around a little bit, and two girls sat in the very back.

That night, while Jinki was out with his friend Kibum, he talked about his littlest student.

“It’s so sad, Kibum, he’s just this little orphan boy who can’t afford a lunch,” Jinki said, swirling around a glass of wine.

“They just don’t give them lunch, though?” Kibum asked. “Like, don’t they get funding for that kinda shit? Where’s our taxes going to if it isn’t to little orphan kids?”

“I don’t know, man, but it’s sad. He’s the sweetest kid,” Jinki sighed.

“Adopt him, then,” Kibum said, shrugging his shoulders. “You like kids.”

“I like teaching kids, Kibum, there’s a difference. I’d be a terrible father.”

“I don’t think you’d be terrible,” Kibum said. “Maybe a little fumbly at first, but definitely not terrible.”

“What about Minho?” Jinki asked. “I can’t just show up one day with a kid, how would I explain that to my boyfriend?”

“Minho loves kids,” Kibum says in a serious voice. “Literally, he would die for children. Are we even talking about the same Minho?”

“I’m just saying,” Jinki mumbled. “It’s a big decision. Besides, do Catholic orphanages even adopt kids out to gay parents?”

“Hell if I know,” Kibum said with a smirk.

Jinki sighed and downed the rest of his wine before holding his head in his hands. All he really thought to do at that point was continue to bring a sandwich and a water for the little orphan boy who didn’t have a lunch.

After that first week of bringing Taemin lunch, Jinki noticed the boy opening up a lot more. He would answer more questions during class, he raised his hand high and shook it around when Jinki asked who wanted to be the weather monitor for the next week, and he took to talking to Jinki after school before he went to wait for Sister Margaret to pick him up.

“When we get home, we get religion lessons from Sister Prudence,” Taemin told Jinki one day after school. “Then she watches us while we do homework. Sometimes Sister Constance comes and helps with homework - I really like Sister Constance, she’s real nice and sometimes she lets us do art stuff if we finish our homework early enough. Sister Rose Marie lets me help make dinner sometimes if I’m good, but usually she just lets me set the tables for dinner. I know where all the forks and knives and spoons go, Mr. Lee, did you know they have special places on the table?”

“Wow,” Jinki said, smiling at Taemin, “that’s very impressive, Taemin. I didn’t even know that forks and knives and spoons had special places on the table until I was much older than you.”

Taemin grinned at him, his little chest puffing out proudly.

“Mother Superior said it was very good of me to know where they go,” Taemin whispered as if it was a great secret. “She even let me say grace before dinner when Sister Rose Marie told her I was the one who set the tables.”

“You should be very proud of yourself,” Jinki said with a laugh. “But let’s get you outside so you don’t miss Sister Margaret, alright?”

“Alright,” Taemin said.

Jinki walked Taemin out to the parking lot, and he stayed to make sure his littlest student made it into the van.

Towards the end of the school year, a nun came into his classroom after school. Jinki saw Taemin poking his head around the door, and Jinki figured this must be Sister Margaret.

“Sister Margaret, I take it?” Jinki asked, holding his hand out to shake hers. “Taemin’s told me a lot about you.”

She smiled, but she said she was here on some less than fun business. She said that Taemin told them his teacher had been bringing him lunch, and she unfortunately had to ask him to stop.

“I know you think it must be best,” she said softly, “but we don’t want him to get used to it and then next year have to go back to not having a lunch. Surely you understand?”

“Surely you understand that I’m not just going to sit by while one of my students habitually doesn’t have a lunch,” Jinki said. “He’s been much better about participating in class since he’s had a lunch to eat, and I don’t want his school performance to suffer over a sandwich.”

She told him again that she must ask him to stop, and Jinki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. When he looked back to the doorway, he noticed that Taemin’s head was no longer poking inside, and he looked back to the nun sitting across from him.

“May I ask you something important?” he asked. “About Taemin?”

“Of course,” she said.

“Say I was thinking about,” Jinki paused, “about adopting him.”

“I would say it’s a lot of responsibility for a young man,” she said. “But that Taemin adores you, and he hasn’t stopped talking about you the whole school year.”

“Say,” Jinki said, “say this young man had a boyfriend. Would he be able to adopt from you?”

“I think we would have no problem so long as Taemin was going to a good home,” she said.

“Thank you,” he said. “But can we maybe not mention this to Taemin? Not until it’s official, at least.”

“Of course,” she said.

That night, Jinki and Minho sat across from their dinner table staring at each other.

“You really want a child?” Minho asked.

His eyes were lit up, Jinki thought they were practically sparkling, and he looked like he just won the lottery.

“A specific child,” Jinki said. “He’s the cutest little thing, you’ll fall in love with him the second you meet him.”

“When do I meet him?” Minho asked, leaning across the table.

“I was thinking we could go to the orphanage right after school lets out,” Jinki said. “I don’t want to adopt him while he’s still my student, that might be confusing for him.”

“But we’re really going to adopt him? It’s okay?” Minho asked.

“I’ve been emailing that Mother Superior who’s in charge of the orphanage, and almost everything is in order. A couple house visits to make sure we’re equipped to deal with a child and then actually making sure Taemin is okay with it, and we’re good.”

Minho fell onto Jinki’s lap and hugged him tight, kissing his cheek.

“I want to meet this kid right now,” Minho told him.

“You’re so impatient,” Jinki laughed.

Two weeks later, Jinki and Minho walked up the steps to St. Hedwig’s Home for Children. Mother Superior opened the door and led them inside, telling them that the children were in chapel until the end of the hour, but they were welcome to wait with her. They went over the last of the documents they needed to give her, and she smiled at the both of them when she told them they were approved to adopt Taemin as soon as possible if they so wished.

“Jinki, when can I meet him?” Minho asked, holding onto Jinki’s arm.

The grandfather clock out in the main room started ringing, and soon enough, feet were pitter-pattering up and down the hall outside of Mother Superior’s office. She led the two of them out to where the children should be, and when they walked into the main room, she announced that they had a couple visitors.

When Taemin’s little head turned, his eyes lit up at the sight of Jinki.

“Mr. Lee!” Taemin shouted, and he ran right up to Jinki and hugged his legs.

“Hello, Taemin,” Jinki said, and he knelt down to smile at the boy.

“Look, look, this is mine,” Taemin said, holding up a rosary. “It’s green, isn’t it pretty? Sister Constance gave it to me last year for my birthday. Did you know my birthday is next month?”

“I did know that,” Jinki told him.

“Mr. Lee, why are you here?” Taemin asked.

“Taemin, would you come with us into my office?” Mother Superior asked, holding her hand out for Taemin to take.

“Am I in trouble?” Taemin asked, holding her hand and walking with them down the hall.

“No, you’re in no trouble at all,” she said.

When they got into Mother Superior’s office, Jinki knelt back down and smiled at Taemin.

“Taemin, this is my boyfriend, Minho,” Jinki said.

Minho knelt down next to him and waved at Taemin, saying hello to him.

“Hi,” Taemin said.

He was still clinging to Mother Superior’s hand, looking between her and the two men in front of him.

“Taemin, they would like to adopt you,” Mother Superior said.

Taemin’s eyes went wide, and he looked back at Jinki and Minho.

“Me?” Taemin asked. When Jinki and Minho said yes, he said, “Really?”

“Really,” Jinki laughed. “We have a whole bedroom set up at home for you if you want. We can even go get you some new toys and books if you want.”

A shy smile spread across Taemin’s face, and he clung to Mother Superior’s hand as he swung it around a little bit. He giggled a little bit, and when Jinki held open his arms and beckoned him closer, Taemin ran to him and hugged him around his neck. Jinki stood up and held Taemin close to him, and the little boy hid his face in Jinki’s shoulder.

“Isn’t he just the cutest?” Jinki laughed to Minho.

“He is,” Minho said, brushing Taemin’s hair behind his ear. “Taemin, are you happy?”

Taemin nodded his head fast, but he didn’t bring his face out of Jinki’s shoulder. After signing the last of the adoption papers, Mother Superior led them up to Taemin’s bedroom to gather his belongings. Jinki kept a tight hold on him the entire time, and Taemin’s little arms stayed wrapped around Jinki’s neck. He brought his head out to make sure that they packed his most important things - his blanket and his stuffed dog - but other than that, he mostly kept his face buried in Jinki’s shoulder.

When they were leaving, Taemin gave a small wave to the other children, but he wiggled his way away from Jinki so he could go hug Sister Constance goodbye. After a tight hug and her whispering in his ear that she would pray for him everyday, he ran back over to Jinki and hugged his legs until Jinki picked him back up. As they left, Taemin barely raised his eyes above Jinki’s shoulder and waved his hand.

When they got in the car, Jinki buckled Taemin into the window seat.

“I don’t like the middle seat,” Taemin told him.

“I know you don’t,” Jinki said. “That’s why you get to sit here.”

“And I don’t like old people music, either,” Taemin whispered.

“I know, so we can listen to any radio station you want,” Jinki said. “We can go through them until you hear a song you like.”

“Okay,” Taemin mumbled.

“Taemin,” Minho said once he started driving, “we can go straight home, or we can go get you some new toys. Which do you wanna do?”

“Can we go home?” Taemin asked in a quiet voice.

“Of course we can,” Minho said.

When they got home, Minho and Jinki each held one of Taemin’s hands as they walked through the door. Taemin’s eyes went wide as he looked around the place, and Jinki said he could explore a little bit before they went to his room if he wanted. Taemin let go of their hands and walked around tentatively, poking around the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room. He let out a little “Woah” when he saw the big TV in the living room and all the DVDs, and Minho told him he was a big movie collector.

After Taemin spent twenty minutes looking around the main part of the house, Jinki asked him if he wanted to see his bedroom.

“Yes, please,” Taemin whispered.

He took Jinki’s hand again, and Jinki led him down the hall to the bedrooms.

“This is mine and Minho’s room,” Jinki said, pointing to one bedroom. “We can show you that in a little bit, but let’s see your room first, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Taemin said.

Jinki opened one of the doors, and Taemin smiled when he saw the bed and the desk and the bookshelf.

“It’s not completely decorated yet,” Minho told him. “We thought you might like to pick some stuff out for your room.”

Taemin ran towards the bed, letting his upper half fold over the dinosaur blankets on his bed.

“These are so cool,” Taemin gushed. “Look, look, that’s one’s a T-Rex.”

“Do you know this one?” Jinki asked, kneeling down next to him and pointing at one of the other dinosaurs.

“It’s a long-neck,” Taemin said.

Jinki and Minho laughed a little.

“That it is,” Minho said. “What about this one?”

“Triceratops,” Taemin said proudly. “Because it’s got three horn thingies.”

They showed him a few other things around the room, like the toys they picked out and the new clothes they got him. After a little while, Taemin bit his lip and played with the hem of his shirt.

“Can I ask you a question?” Taemin asked.

“Sure you can,” Jinki said. “You can ask any questions you want.”

“If you adopted me,” Taemin said, “does that mean I can call you Daddy instead of Mr. Lee?”

“You can call us whatever you’re comfortable with,” Jinki said softly. “You can call me Mr. Lee if you want, or you can call me Jinki, or Daddy. You can call Minho by his name, too, or Daddy if you want.”

“I think I wanna call you Daddy,” Taemin said softly. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Minho said.

“Good,” Taemin said, nodding his head. “‘Cause it’s lunch time, Daddies, and I’m hungry.”

Jinki and Minho both laughed, and Minho picked Taemin up to take him into the kitchen.

Jinki, while he watched his boyfriend help their new son figure out what he wanted to eat for lunch, knew that this was probably the best decision of his life, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how it all started by giving a kid a sandwich at lunch time. Funnily enough, that was exactly what Taemin wanted to eat on his first day at home with them.

#taemin #onew #minho #shinee #onho #key #hello anon #st hedwig au #so i forgot about the jacket and the medicine parts lmao #but!!! i hope u like it anon #this is gonna have more shit i hope u know because honestly i love it

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Jonghyun/Taemin; Fernando; PG

listen high school au where taem chose to raise a plant from a lil seed for his senior project and like that was too simple so he Also chose to carry her with him to school every day

He nods and Taemin smiles, reaching up to pat the tops of the plant’s leaves gently. With her on the floor and them in their desks, she comes up to around head height.

ao3

“I swear by the sun… no, by the moon… the sun is a star, though….” Jonghyun nibbles on the plastic rim around the eraser of his pencil, furrowing his eyes at the lyrics he’s writing. He’s talking about stars, which the sun is, and about orbiting a star, which makes more sense, but honestly. He kind of hates the sun. He doesn’t want to swear by the giant yellow floating dudebro in the sky. The moon is much nicer and fits much better with the gay space aesthetic, and also matches much more with the babe he’s writing this for. “I swear by the moon,” he mouths to himself, underlining the word twice after he writes it. “It’s you only… only you for me, only you for me….” He bites his lip and makes a little note to figure out if he likes that line repeated or not later.

That universe line from before, though, he really does like twice. He thinks. He puts another tally mark in the little scoreboard he’s keeping with himself for every time he goes back and forth on that. Reading over what he has down for this song so far, he’s stopped from writing any more by the sound of the door being pushed open.

He looks up from the corner desk he’s tucked himself into, watching the other side of the classroom for whoever else it was that managed to get sent to the SRC first period. He’s heard that it’s become a lot more rare, now that the school stopped letting teachers send kids here for tardiness. People don’t normally fuck up so early in the day. He’s honestly only here because he didn’t want to watch some gorey movie in history class.

The first thing to enter the room isn’t a student; it’s a plant. A bamboo plant, tall and leafy, in a dark green pot. A moment later, the person carrying the plant slips inside with it and Jonghyun feels himself automatically smiling at him. There he is. In the flesh. The Plant Kid. Jonghyun feels blessed to be in the presence of their school cryptid.

Taemin grins shamelessly at the supervising teacher, lifting his plant an inch instead of waving with his free hand.

“Hey, Jeffrey,” he says. Jonghyun muffles a snort badly into the back of his hand, turning even more to watch Taemin walk casually up to Mr. S like it’s no big deal. Mr. S sighs, closing his book and looking Taemin up and down.

“You again?” he asks. His stern voice is betrayed by fondness and a hint of a smile and Jonghyun vaguely wonders how often it is that Taemin gets sent here. “Was it you or Fernando this time?”

“Jeff, is it ever me?” Taemin asks. “You know she’s the real troublemaker here.” He hikes his bamboo pot up to be more snug against his hip and Jonghyun watches Mr. S shake his head with another sigh. He hands Taemin the sign in clipboard without comment, then takes his referral and shoos him away to find a seat for himself. Jonghyun raises his brows, impressed. That’s a fond friendship if he ever saw one. When Taemin scans the room, his eyes land on Jonghyun in the corner; Jonghyun waves simply instead of trying to pretend like he wasn’t staring. It earns him a smile and Taemin heading his way, stepping expertly through the desks until he’s sitting himself down in the one in front of Jonghyun.

“Hey,” he says easily. Jonghyun notes the flex of the muscles in his right arm as he sets the plant down on the floor. That can’t be light.

“Hi,” he replies, propping his hand up in his chin. “I thought her name was Francesco?” he asks, pointing at the bamboo. He knows that the names Taemin and Francesco are both linked together in his brain. Taemin glances at her, then shakes his head with a little laugh.

“No, that’s my Catholic name,” he says. Jonghyun gasps softly at the information. Right, yeah, that’s right. He remembers Kibum telling him about the whole confirmation thing a while back. He nods and Taemin smiles, reaching up to pat the tops of the plant’s leaves gently. With her on the floor and them in their desks, she comes up to around head height. It’s pretty wild. Jonghyun remembers the beginning of the year when she was just a tiny little pot of dirt that Taemin could carry in one hand. “She’s lovely Fernando,” Taemin smiles, petting a leaf fondly. Jonghyun chuckles softly as he watches Taemin fluff up his plant. Fernando.

“Like,” he says. “There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando.” He sings the line softly, tapping his pencil with each note, waving his other hand for dramatic effect. Taemin smiles wide and nods eagerly.

“Yep,” he says. “If I have to have that song stuck in my head every day, then so does everyone else.” His little smirk is almost wicked and Jonghyun snorts, breathing out a soft laugh towards his desk. Shit. Taemin is right; that’s gonna be in his brain for at least a week. Like he didn’t already have enough intrusive thoughts already.

“So what–”

“No fraternizing, you two.” Mr. S interrupts their conversation with a stern frown from his desk. Jonghyun glances at him, then looks away in shame, pink blushing his cheeks. Frick. He almost forgot that this is technically a during-class detention room.

“Jeffrey, do you even care?” Taemin asks flatly. Jonghyun sneaks a peak up to see him giving Mr. S this expectant look that no student should be giving a teacher, especially the one in charge of discipline, but after a few seconds of staring each other down, Mr. S shrugs with a shake of his head.

“Not really,” he says, and turns back to his book. Taemin turns back to Jonghyun with a smug little grin and an eyebrow twitch. Jonghyun takes in his expression and exhales shortly, running his fingers through his hair. Holy shit. How the fuck.

“How many times have you even been sent here?” he asks. He is way too casual. Taemin shrugs, still petting his bamboo tree.

“Every time I have a substitute teacher in one of my classes, basically,” he says. “None of them ever like Fernando.” He pouts, rubbing one leaf between his fingers gently. “At least I’ll have an extra paragraph or two to add to my essay about her at the end of the year,” he mumbles. Jonghyun tsks too, reaching out to pat her as gently as possible. Even with the extra content to add to his senior final project, that’s not fair at all.

“She’s so cute, though,” he says. Every time he sees Taemin carrying her around the school he has to smile. They make his day brighter every day. They don’t deserve to be sent out of class just for existing.

“Yeah, well,” Taemin sighs. He reaches down, pokes a stray leaf under the soil in the pot, and sits up straight. He turns even more in his chair to rest his elbows on the front of Jonghyun’s desk. “What are you working on?” he asks. He nods curiously at the notebook Jonghyun was writing in before he came in. Jonghyun looks at it, reads over his lyrics, shrugs a little bit.

“Love song,” he says. He finds the part he’s most confident in and sings a little bit of it: “Please look back at me often, check to see if I’m revolving around you, to see if this orbit is right….” He hums the next part, the “ooh baby”s that he thinks he might just keep there instead of writing actual words to replace. Taemin listens with little bobs of his head, staring at his lyrics with a squint that Jonghyun knows means he’s struggling to read them upside-down. He doesn’t really mind; he turns his book so Taemin can read them easier.

“Mmm,” Taemin hums when he’s done. “Yeah, but, do you really think writing a song about how much you want Minho to notice you will actually make him notice you?” he asks. His voice was so matter-of-fact and the look he gives Jonghyun is innocent curiosity; Jonghyun feels his cheeks heating up under it. He snatches his notebook away even though Taemin’s already read it all and huffs at his slowly growing grin. God. Fuck.

“How come fucking everyone except that tall asshole knows that I have a fucking crush on him,” he hisses. This is so garbage. He’s never even fucking spoken to Taemin until today and somehow he knows. Why the fuck can’t Minho be that perceptive in one of the four fucking classes that they share. Jonghyun hates him so much. Taemin’s muffled laughter brings him out of his grumbling, but only enough to frown at the amused little crescents of his eyes. “It’s fucking ridiculous, right?” he asks. Sometimes he thinks Minho is just being obtuse on purpose. Taemin shrugs instead of answering, pulling his bag from his shoulder to use as a pillow.

“He still doesn’t have a date to that track meet next week,” he says. Jonghyun snorts, dropping his notebook back onto the table and smoothing out the paper.

“Do people regularly take dates to track meets?” he asks. He’s been to a few of Minho’s practises, but never with any real romantic intent. Just to chill with some friends after school. He’s seen Taemin at them a couple of times too, but never guessed that he knew Minho that much too. Taemin shrugs, a playful little grin on his lips.

“You and him can be the first,” he says. He wiggles his eyebrows too and Jonghyun chuckles softly. Somehow he doesn’t think that that would work as a pickup line.

“Nah,” he says. “I’m gonna finish this song and then sing it to him while we’re just chilling at my place one day,” he shrugs. He gets song advice from Minho all the time. It’ll be smooth as fuck. “And then if he still doesn’t get it after me singing about his eyes to him for three minutes then I’m gonna kinda just. Go for it, you know?” he makes a little pushing gesture with his hands for emphasis. He’s thinking like, just, a grabbed collar and a deep, desperate kiss. Jinki says he’s good at those. Taemin laughs softly into the bed of his arms, shoulders shrugging tiredly.

“Good luck,” he hums. Jonghyun smiles back.

“Thanks,” he says.”You too,” he adds, gesturing at Taemin’s bamboo plant. He still has a few more months of carrying her around and he’s bound to have a few more subs in that time. Jonghyun wishes the both of them the very best. Taemin smiles back at him, flattered and grateful.

“Thanks,” he says.

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