#jongtaekey

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[katrinawritesthings]

jongtaekey; chef's kiss magnefique; pg

gremlin.

Kibum narrows his eyes. He knows what they're doing. They're making fun of him. They're making fun of him for earlier that afternoon when he cut open a fresh lemon and squeezed some juice over his homemade chicken salad. He said that the juice really brightened up the whole thing and woke up his palate and they're making fun of him for it. 

“Ah yes, exquisite.”

“Hmm, yes, I agree.”

“The acidity of the pickled cucumbers really brings out the richness of the cheese, don't you think?” 

Kibum looks up from his phone, squinting at the refrigerator in front of him without really seeing it. Jonghyun and Taemin’s conversation in the other room has been background noise to him this whole time, but that sentence wormed its way through his subconscious and completely distracted him. What the fuck.

“Pickled cucumbers,” he mutters to himself, turning to look through the kitchen doorway to the living room where the two of them are. He can just see Jonghyun’s right hand on the carpet, keeping himself propped up as he sits on the floor and leans back comfortably. “Pickled cucumbers,” Kibum says again, clicking his phone to sleep and standing up.

“I really think the richness and depth of the sauce really brings out the flavor of the meat,” Taemin is saying when Kibum peaks his head around the doorway. He frowns when he sees what they're eating. It's just McDonalds. They're just sitting on the floor with a bunch of McDonald's spread out between them. He watches, more confused than before, as Taemin dunks the corner of a burger delicately into one of the little dipping sauce things, holding it just between his thumb and forefinger like it's a tiny morsel.

Jonghyun nods approvingly, watching Taemin take his bite, a tiny, sampling nibble that he chews for far too long in an exaggerated show of savoring the flavor. Then, he glances over Taemin’s shoulder and catches Kibum’s eye. Surprise registers on his face, but only for a moment before it's replaced with a knowing smirk. 

He turns that devilish smile to Taemin and ticks his eyebrows up and down once, flicks his eyes to Kibum and back. Taemin glances back for just a second at that signal and when he turns back, Kibum sees the beginnings of a smile to mirror Jonghyun’s. 

“But you really can't get a real flavor profile of the sauce with the burger in the way, can you?” Jonghyun asks Taemin. His tone is mild, conversational, as he picks up his little cube of barbecue sauce and brings it to his mouth. His eyes slide over to Kibum again and lock with his, a challenging, almost aggressive demand for eye contact as he just knocks back the whole thing of barbecue sauce like a shot.

Except, unlike a shot, the barbecue sauce is thick and slow, so he winds up slurping his tongue around in there for an uncomfortably long time, staring Kibum down all the while.

When he's done, he smacks his lips and exhales softly.

 “Boy did that go down super smooth,” he smiles at Taemin. “There's just a touch of spice in there and it really wakes up the palate, you know?”

Kibum narrows his eyes. He knows what they're doing. They're making fun of him. They're making fun of him for earlier that afternoon when he cut open a fresh lemon and squeezed some juice over his homemade chicken salad. He said that the juice really brightened up the whole thing and woke up his palate and they're making fun of him for it. 

They're also probably making fun of him for every other pretentious, overly detailed, obnoxiously specific food snob thing he's ever said. He knows that that's what they're doing so he refuses to acknowledge it. He wants to scrunch his face-- he honestly kind of wants to gag after watching Jonghyun do that with the barbecue sauce-- but he needs to prove to them that he doesn't care.

He's a food snob but only for himself and he doesn't care what they put into their mouths. There’s nothing wrong with McDonald's anyway. He's not going to judge them for having a nice meal together, even if they're going to eat it like a couple of gremlins. He certainly wasn't judging them when he squished that lemon over his salad and he thinks it's very immature and childish of them to be judging him for it. He steps more into the doorway, leans his shoulder against it, crosses his arms. Makes sure his face is cool and unimpressed. Unbothered. 

“You know, the nuggie is really best enjoyed when separated down to its core ingredients,” Taemin says fancily. As he speaks, he holds half of a nugget in one hand and with the other, digs a finger in there to separate the white meat part from the brown outside crust part. He delicately bites half of the meat part off and offers the other half to Jonghyun with his greasy crummy fingers.

“Ah!” Jonghyun exclaims. “One moment,” he says. He twirls his hand and his fingers in the air all the way down to the pile of fries on a napkin between their knees and plucks one out with four fingers. His little pinky sticks up daintily. “I need to,” he says, and pops the fry into his mouth. “cleanse my palate.”

And while the way they're acting doesn't bother Kibum, the chewed up chunks of food that spray out of Taemin’s mouth when he bursts into laughter certainly do. He turns on his heel and leaves the scene, shuddering, the sound of their loud laughter clinging to him as he goes.

[jonghyunluvr]

jongtaekey really make music just for me the synthpop realness the piano vocals ballads the cunty bops they got everything i love

[shatingstaredits]

like if you save and don't repost.

[fivegems]

[minjaefreedom]

i am. having a moment.

[onewistotoro]

dorks ♡️

[imbicuriousyeah]

Key, pointing to Jonghyun, who’s on the floor covered in hamburger buns: haha look at the buns on that guy

Taemin: this is the comedy police, the joke’s too funny

Key, cocking and aiming a gun at Taemin: iM NOT GOING BACK TO JAIL

[etredans-lalune]

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[byulrooyah]

y’all.

remember that one time when taemin said he was an innocent boy and jonghyun fucking choked on his water laughing followed by key saying “watch out babe”?

iconic.

[katrinawritesthings]

Jongtaekey; breakfast; pg

Jongkey go on a breakfast date every Saturday and finally Taemin woke up early enough to join them uwu

The usual receptionist smiles at him and Jonghyun, then tilts their head with a more curious little smile at Taemin. Kibum paps his sleepy little head and says, “Three this time, please.” When they’re led to their usual little corner booth and given menus, Taemin wiggles in first and tugs Jonghyun with him, leaving Kibum to take a seat opposite them. Taemin immediately nuzzles Jonghyun’s shoulder, closes his eyes, and dozes off again. Kibum chuckles fondly at their little bub as Jonghyun pets his hair and drops a kissie on his cheek.

Kibum reaches out and expertly paps Jonghyun’s butt without looking as he walks by. Jonghyun squeaks a little at the touch and Kibum smirks at his phone, scrolling through his notifications lazily. Jonghyun always squeaks when Kibum touches his butt.

“Ready?” Kibum asks as Jonghyun again passes the front door instead of stopping at it.

“Almost,” Jonghyun mumbles, and keeps going to grab something from the kitchen. Kibum nods. Almost is okay. Almost means Jonghyun will be right on time, because Kibum was ready early today anyway. He leans up next to the coat rack comfortably and waits patiently for Jonghyun to be all pretty and primped and primed for their weekly Saturday breakfast date.

A few minutes more is all it takes for footsteps to come down the hall again. Clicking his phone asleep, Kibum looks up to poke Jonghyun’s arm only to be met with Taemin slouching directly into him.

“Oof,” he says, getting his arms around Taemin’s waist to support the sudden weight leaning up on his chest. “Why,” he grumbles. He didn’t even know that Taemin was awake. He’s never awake this early. He’s barely awake now; he rubs his face into Kibum’s shoulder and yawns into his shirt.

“Breakfast,” he mumbles. His lips leave spit and warm breath on Kibum’s neck. Kibum scrunches his nose and pushes Taemin back enough to get a better look at him. He’s still in his sleep clothes, week-dirty sweats and one of his wrinkled sleeveless shirts and his ugly fuzzy slippers, and his hair is a wild mess around his face. His cheek still has pillow lines embedded into it and sleep crust flakes at the corner of his right eye.

“Did you just roll out of bed and come down here immediately?” Kibum asks. Taemin blinks a blink so slow that Kibum thinks he actually fell back asleep for a few seconds.

“Breakfast,” he repeats. Before Kibum can reply, Jonghyun walks up behind him, fresh and pretty and all geared up to go.

“Taemie?” he asks, a confused tilt to his head as he slips around Taemin and pushes his bangs out of his face. “You okay?”

“Breakfast,” Taemin says a third time. Kibum snorts. Jonghyun glances at him with a shrug, a gentle jiggle of Taemin’s shoulder; Kibum shrugs back and fishes his keys out of his pocket.

“He’s up early enough,” he says, and opens the front door to let both of them out. Taemin clings to Jonghyun’s arm as they walk to the car, both of them veering a little to the side from his weight and sleepy steps. Kibum smiles fondly to himself as he shuts the door behind himself and makes sure its locked. They’re cute.

Taemin has his head leaning on Jonghyun’s too before they even reach the car. When Kibum unlocks it for them, Taemin clambers clumsily into the back seat and struggles with the seatbelt. Kibum is settled in the driver’s seat with his seatbelt on and already sighing at how Jonghyun is messing with his radio stations again by the time he finally hears the click of Taemin’s seatbelt. Glancing behind him, he snorts when he finds Taemin curled up in the seat with his hands as a pillow against the mirror, already conked out again.

“That’s honestly impressive,” Jonghyun mumbles, peeping back at Taemin himself. “He’s been meaning to go out to breakfast with us for like a month, did I tell you?” He looks back at Kibum as Kibum pulls out of the driveway with an amused little grin. Kibum grins back and turns the radio volume up a little.

“He’s a dedicated little gremlin,” he agrees. They can’t say no to this kind of effort.

They can, however, say no to carrying Taemin into the diner when they get there a few minutes later. He tries his best to flop on them and be a boneless little lump, but they poke and nudge him until he begrudgingly opens his eyes and shuffles inside with his own two legs, clinging to Kibum’s arm for support with one hand as he yawns into his other.

The usual receptionist smiles at him and Jonghyun, then tilts their head with a more curious little smile at Taemin. Kibum paps his sleepy little head and says, “Three this time, please.” When they’re led to their usual little corner booth and given menus, Taemin wiggles in first and tugs Jonghyun with him, leaving Kibum to take a seat opposite them. Taemin immediately nuzzles Jonghyun’s shoulder, closes his eyes, and dozes off again. Kibum chuckles fondly at their little bub as Jonghyun pets his hair and drops a kissie on his cheek.

“Anyway,” he says. He pushes his menu away since he always gets the same thing and props his chin on his hand. “How was your week, moonshine?” he asks. Jonghyun blushes at the nickname like he always does and hides behind his menu even though he always gets the same thing too.

“Nice,” he mumbles. He peeps over his menu and Kibum can see the crinkles his smile is giving the corner of his eyes. “I made some more little pots for plant friends the other day. Taemie took them to the studio for me so now they’re drying before they go in the kiln.” He does his excited little wiggle as he folds his menu up and drops it on top of Kibum’s. Then he puts his chin in both hands, already over his blushies and eager to spend time catching up like usual. Kibum sips his free water with a relaxed sigh. He loves how routine and familiar this is.

When the cute waitress comes to take their drink order it’s just as simple as it usually is and everything--a coffee for him and a pink lemonade for Jonghyun. They get a glass of milk for Taemin after some debate (“Shouldn’t we get him a coffee?” “Do you want to deal with a caffeinated Taemin in an hour?” “Good point.”) and Jonghyun pets his hair fondly as their waitress walks away. Kibum plays with a little jelly packet for a moment, then gasps and sits up a little straighter.

“We should figure out what he wants, like, before we have to give our orders,” he says, pointing at Taemin. Jonghyun hisses and nods, sitting up a little straighter and wiggling his arm around Taemin’s waist. With his other hand he paps Taemin’s cheek softly, pressing little kissies to his temple and murmuring in his ear.

“Hey. Bubbie. Noodle boi. Taemie. Wake up,” he coos, wiggling his shoulder so Taemin jiggles too. Taemin grumbles, scrunches his face, rubs it against Jonghyun’s shoulder, and blearily cracks open his eyes. Kibum takes his napkin, dips it in water, and reaches over the table to rub away his sleep crust for him, which Taemin grumbles more at. “What do you wanna eat?” Jonghyun asks him. Taemin grumbles in a less grumpy way this time and squeezes Jonghyun’s arm.

“Mmmm… potato,” he says. Kibum snorts as Jonghyun’s lips curve into an upward little smirk.

“Okay, potato,” Jonghyun says. “What else?”

“Eggie?” Taemin says.

“What kind?” Jonghyun asks.

“Dudebro,” Taemin says. Kibum has no idea what that means but Jonghyun nods like he understands, which he probably does. He always does really well when it comes to deciphering Taemin’s half asleep word jumbles. “Also,” Taemin says, and then yawns and says something at the same time. Whatever it was Jonghyun understood it and nods again. “And. Bacon,” Taemin adds. “Small bacon.”

“Small bacon,” Kibum repeats in a breathy little laugh. Taemin is. The cutest. Taemin is also apparently done, because he rubs his cheek on Jonghyun’s shoulder and closes his eyes again. Kibum pulls out his phone and types out a text to send him (Sloppy gremlin 💞) and sticks it back into his bag. A few moments later he hears Taemin’s little notification and watches him sleepily pap his pocket without checking it and rolls his eyes. Whatever. He’ll see it later.

Now, Kibum reaches out his arm to take a little sip of his free water. Jonghyun leans forward and kissies his finger when he puts it back, which is incredibly gay and flustering and makes Kibum dig busily in his bag for nothing for a minute to avoid blushing. When he looks back up Jonghyun is smirking at him with his chin in his hands and he blushes anyway.

He’s saved from having to come up with something snippy to say when their cute waitress comes back with their drinks. Kibum opens Taemin’s straw for him and then blows the wrapper into his face to wake him up; Taemin scrunches his nose, cracks his eyes open just enough to glare across the table, rubs his cheek where the paper hit him, and reaches a grumbly hand out to snatch the straw from Kibum’s fingers. Then he mumbles the softest “thanks” as he sticks it into his milk and sips slowly, leaning his head back onto Jonghyun’s shoulder and holding the glass with both hands.

“God you’re so cute,” Kibum breathes. That’s so fucking cute. Taemin’s pointer fingers lift off of the glass in two sleepy little finger pistols and Kibum almost melts.

He turns to give the waitress his order instead of doing that. Jonghyun goes next, and then Jonghyun gives Taemin’s order (which turns out to be hash browns, sunny side up eggs, a half serving of bacon, and a fruit cup) with his hand petting his mussed hair gently. Then they go back to their casual conversation, except this time, Taemin joins in a little bit.

All he does is make little noises of acknowledgement or chuckle into Jonghyun’s shoulder or mumble things like, “yeah,” or, “that sounds fun,” or, “you got a cute butt.” Still, they appreciate it and his input. Jonghyun gives him a little smoochie every time he speaks and Key wishes that he could do the same. He cannot believe how unbelievably soft he is for Taemin right now. it's way softer than he usually is. It must be because it's so early. And also probably because he, like, loves the Gremlin or something gay like that. That might have something to do with it.

Their breakfast comes eventually, their cute waitress placing their food down on the table with her usual cheery smile. Taemin sits up with a slow gasp, sipping his milk one more time before he puts it down and reaches to fumble with the fancy little napkin knot tied around his silverware.

“Potato potato potato,” he says under his breath, staring hungrily down at his pile of hash browns with a wide grin. Key smiles over his own plate of waffles. He knows that Taemin is hardly ever going to wake up in time to come to breakfast with them again, so he wants to savor this experience as much as he can.

[jonghyunluvr]

jongkey taekey jongtae jongtaekey fighting it out for the cuntiest subunit position in shinee

[shineelove5]

cr: kindergarten

[fivegems]

✨💎SWC 2016 D×D×D Special 142?💎✨

[somaybeimbiased]

Swimmer’s Itch

Hi! May I pls request JongTaeKey camping pure fluff poly(or not) slight au?? Where Kibum is super itchy, Jonghyun is being a sweetheart and helping Kibum scratch where he can't reach(not rated please!) but yet is having so much fun while Taemin is both really itchy and is still being adventurous until big bugs come near him. ^💚I hope this isn't confusing 😢   -Anon

They were itchy.

Swimmers itch wasn’t fun. Not in the least bit. And Kibum was pissed that Taemin had convinced him to go swimming. Sure, Kibum knew he was weak to the younger’s pout, but that didn’t mean he was happy about giving in to the little shit. Jonghyun was lucky that he didn’t bring swimming attire with to their little camping getaway.

It was supposed to be a nice little get away and have their own time for their relationship as there were strict rules about it in the dorms.

But then Taemin had gotten Kibum to go swimming, and now both were stuck with swimmer’s itch because of the water.

So there Kibum was, pouting in their small shared tent with Jonghyun cuddling him.

“Don’t be mad, how could he have known?” The elder whispered softly, running his fingertips along Kibum’s skin, making him shudder. Kibum shook his head, “Itch me, please? If I do it, I’ll be too rough to myself.”  He whispers quietly, agreeing that he probably shouldn’t be mad at Taemin, but he was angry that their weekend in paradise would be spent with both of them itching rather than making the most of it.

Jonghyun curled his fingers slightly, scraping his nails over his boyfriend’s back soothingly, then over his biceps and then to his bare chest. Gently running his nails across the skin to try soothe the swimmer’s itch.

Meanwhile, Taemin was outside starting a fire as an apology to Kibum for giving him a rash by making him go swimming. But Taemin’s was occupied trying to itch himself too. He has white lines staining his skin from him itching himself too roughly. Jonghyun had also watched the youngest rub up against a large tree, trying to help his itchy back.

Taemin was crouching next to the little fire pit provided by the campground, snapping old branches, he needed to get it started before it got any darker than it already was. Once he got it started be figured he could just keep feeding it and keep it lit until their weekend was over on Sunday. Then he wouldn’t have to figure out how to get it started himself.

Just as the sun finished setting, Taemin had gotten the fire going, the itchy boy was doing a victory dance when he noticed a ton of bugs just showing up and he froze. Why were there so many? What did he do to deserve this? Taemin looked around and the beach not too far from them was swarming with the unidentifiable bugs.  Taemin screamed loud enough to alert the two boys in the tent.

Jonghyun poked his head out of the tent, trying to figure out what Taemin had done. Did he burn himself or something? Jonghyun eyed the fire and there was no Taemin. He sighed and crawled out of the warm tent to try figure out where the maknae had gone. “Tae?” He called out, looking around only to see the bug problem. His eyes widened, surprised by all the swarming insects. He knew that’s why Taemin screamed, and is probably crying somewhere, because the swarm had even made it to their little campsite.

“Taemin… baby, where are you? I’m gonna get you into the tent, but you have to let me know here you are.” Jonghyun said softly, looking around the thick flora surrounding the campsite. He could’ve gone anywhere. He did a scan of their campsite again, but this time, in the light of the fire he caught a tuft of blonde hair sticking out from underneath their picnic blanket they’d left outside. Jonghyun smiled a little at the ridiculousness of his boyfriend before walking up to the bundle and picking up Taemin, still covered with the blanket. He moved with Taemin to their tent and Kibum zipped the tent shut as he’d seen outside what their bug problem was. Jonghyun sat down with Taemin curled into his lap, the younger breathing heavily.

“Babe, you can come out from under your blanket now. We are shut tight in the tent, and none of those things will get in, yeah?” Kibum said softly, idly itching his forearm. Within seconds Taemin was cautiously moving the blanket from his head and he set it to the side, not moving from Jonghyun’s arms.

“There are so many….” He said softly, hating himself for a second because of his fear of insects.

“I know that, and I sorry, I didn’t know the bugs here did that. I’ve heard of it happening before at other campgrounds, so I should’ve done mo-” Jonghyun was caught off guard when Taemin interrupted him.

‘No, I’m sorry, it’s because of me this weekend has sucked. First I give Bummie and myself swimmer’s itch, which apparently doesn’t go away because I feel like my skin is on fire. Then I basically have a mini panic attack over some stupid bugs. I don’t get why you guys even want me around, I’m basically a child an-”

“Lee Taemin you stop that right now.” Kibum said frowning, “Stop wallowing in self pity, because we both love you for who you are, and who you are is perfect, even if you make mistakes and have a fear of bugs, that isn’t going to change any of that. Got it? Now, lay down because I’m itchy, your itchy, and you also look like you could use a good cuddle right now.” Kibum said before pulling the younger off of Jonghyun’s lap and onto the ground in between them. He laid down, his head resting on the pillows and opened his arms up, “Both of you stop gawking at me like that and come here” he pouted.

Taemin smiled a little and laid down in Kibum’s arms, pulling Jonghyun down with him. “Jonghunnie, itch my back? Taemin asked softly, turning so he was facing Kibum and he back was towards Jonghyun. Jonghyun smiled and spooned the younger, head nuzzled into the back of Taemin’s neck. He pulled Taemin’s shirt off smoothly before running his hand along Taemin’s back, quenching the itch that Taemin had. His foot also rubbed up and down Taemin’s legs, hoping to itch him there too.

The youngest sighed in contentment, eyes rolling back for a moment. “You’re so much better than the tree” He told Jonghyun as he wrapped his arms around Kibum’s waist and pulled him a little closer, itching the elder’s back and arms slowly, but with enough pressure to alleviate the itchiness. Kibum ran his hands along Taemin’s small torso, leaving little soft itches here and there to thank him.

“Thank you…” Taemin whispered softly, trapped by the body heat surrounding him. His eyes were shut and he looked completely content in the moment.

Kibum grinned and made eye contact with Jonghyun, one of his hands sneaking to Taemin’s back, and grabbing one of Jonghyun’s. They held hands, resting them on Taemin’s side when Jonghyun finally answered the youngest, “Whenever you need up Taeminnie, no need to thank us, okay?” He said, planting a kiss on the back of his neck.

That’s how the fell asleep, itching slowly came to a stop as they drifted off, movements slowing, and the pressure subsiding until they were just little slow rubs of the back or chest. They fell asleep together, ignoring the outside world. Everything they needed was in that tent.

A/N I hope you enjoyed! Requests are open!