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Pretty in Pearls, Chapter 4 (Jankie) - Plastiquedoll

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A/N: hi! here's a new chapter and I'm planting the crygi seed for the future *wink wink* I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading it <3

-4-

“Good morning!” Jan greeted Nicky outside the café with a smile on her face.

“Hey! You woke up earlier today; I didn’t catch you on your way out the dorms.” The blonde noticed.

She was wearing a fuzzy cardigan sweater she had seen on Jaida before, light blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her hair was still wet which made Jan think she might have spent the night with her girlfriend before meeting her.

“Yeah, I had to return some books to the library so I left when Rosé went to class.”

They walked in and were welcomed by the familiar warmness of the interior of the coffee shop. Almost a month had passed but Jan was always comforted by the charm of the place. It was a crowded morning but they were able to squish at one little table near the entrance. They had just sat down when a fuming Jackie crossed the door, at first she didn’t see them but as soon as Jan waved at her she shuffled toward their direction and plopped herself in the empty chair.

She was wearing brown flare pants along with a white shirt and a yellow batwing cardigan with a floral pattern. Her brown hair had been violently ruffled by a gust of wind, the loose locks fell all over her face completing a look that matched her current mood.

“What are you doing here?” Nicky asked.

Jan was wondering the same; all of Jackie’s classes took place in the morning, it was early for her to be out.

She grunted a few words while holding a scrunchie between her teeth as she attempted to untangle her hair.

“What?” The girls asked at the same time.

Jackie tied her hair into a ponytail and sighed. “I got kicked out of class.”

Jan looked at her with disbelief. “What?” She repeated.

“Remember that professor that hates me for making –according to him- «snarky comments»? Well, he finally found a reason to express his dislike for me and asked me to leave.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “I wasn’t going to stay quiet when –in addition, to invisibilize women in art- he also tried to erase the queerness of the artists. No, not on my watch.”

“What a pig.” Nicky shook her head. “I can’t believe he had the nerve to kick you out because you called him out.”

“Oh, trust me, this isn’t the end of it. I’m filing a complaint and leaving that class. I’m done.”

“I’m sorry, Jackie. I know you liked the subject, too bad the professor is a jerk.” Jan tapped her shoulder softly.

The brunette got stiff by the sudden touch. She cleared her throat before speaking again. “Anyway… it sucks because I need the credit and it’s the only class that fits into my schedule.”

“Maybe there’s a way to fix it, talk with the administration or something.” Jan did what she did best, being undeniably positive.

“Yeah… maybe. But enough of that, I need a cup of coffee.”

As if she had read Jackie’s mind, a waitress approached and it wasn’t any other than…

“Hello, girls!”

“Crystal? You work here?” Jan asked.

The girl nodded. “I started yesterday.” She smiled brightly.

She had a blue apron with the café’s name on it over her clothes and Jan swore her hair –covered in colorful hair clips- was different than last time she saw her not even two days ago.

“Congratulations! That’s great!”

“Thank you. I had to drop one of my classes but I needed the job.”

Jackie grunted. “Please let’s not talk about dropping classes.” She began massaging her temples.

“Right! I’m here to take your order.” She pulled out a tiny notebook covered in glitter from her pocket and a unicorn gel pen. “I’m ready.”

“I think you have to say «what can I get you?»” Nicky commented.

“Oh, you’re right… Let me try again. What can I get you?” She repeated in an extremely polite voice.

“I’ll have a hot chocolate please.” Jan pointed at the menu.

“And I’d like a hazelnut latte.” Jackie followed.

“For me, a caramel macchiato.” The blonde finished the order.

“Perfect… so hot chocolate, hazelnut latte, and caramel macchiato.” Crystal checked her notes. “Right away.”

“Thank you.” They said and with that, the ginger left and then turned around.

Jan watched her go.

“I should get a job too.” She pouted. “I don’t want to ask for extra money from my parents, they are helping with the other half the scholarship and they are paying for my brother’s tuition too.”

“I work at the mall near here and there’s always something to do there. You could come with me later and ask around.” Nicky mentioned.

“I didn’t know that, what do you do?”

“I’m on the cosmetics section. I do people’s makeup during the weekends and convince them to buy products.”

“Of course you do…”

“What would you like to do?” Jackie inquired in the meantime she rearranged the sweeteners of the table.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I’ve had part-time jobs before. I used to work at an ice cream parlor. That was fun not to mention I had free ice cream. Then I worked at the post office, that wasn’t as much fun, it involved a lot of boxes… and during my senior year, I was the secretary of a dental office that… well, definitely wasn’t fun but I got to meet the same customers that were regulars on the ice cream parlor.”

Jackie and Nicky burst into laughter.

“You’ll do well…” The blonde assured.

“We can write your resume later and print it in the copy room.” Jackie suggested.

“That’s a great idea. Yeah, let’s do it.”

At that moment, Crystal returned with their drinks.

“Well, let’s see… I’ll put these over here, here and… here.” She placed the cups carefully and sighed with relief when everything stayed in place. “Great… Let me know if you need me.” She hummed.

“Thank you, Crystal!” Jan was going to leave a good tip for her friend.

When she turned around, they all exchanged misplaced cups in the blink of an eye.

“She’ll get better… hopefully.” Jackie added some sugar and took a sip of her coffee.

Jan drank some of her chocolate; the whipped cream created a mustache above her cupid’s bow and got the brunette looking fondly at her before taking a napkin and cleaning the corner of her mouth. Nicky raised an eyebrow but before she could say something, someone else showed up.

It was a girl that most definitely looked like a supermodel with her matching glen check pattern outfit consisting of a cropped jacket and a mini skirt with accents of yellow fabric and a belt with chains hanging from it along with a pair of black thigh-high boots. Her blonde hair framed her face and was tied on the back on a half up half down hairstyle.

“Hey, Nicky, did you finish the assignment for today’s class? And if you did, did you have any difficulty submitting it?” She looked upset, stressed.

“Uh… no. Maybe it’s because that paper is due tomorrow and the submission time starts… tomorrow?”

“Oh, thank God.” She sat on the only left empty chair with no need of an invitation and sighed letting all the air out of her lungs.

Their little table couldn’t accommodate more people so they squished even more.

Nicky turned to Jackie and Jan. “This is Gigi, she’s a classmate of mine and she actually lives in the same dorms as us. Gigi, do you remember my friend Jackie? And this is Jan, resident of the C dorm.”

The other blonde girl waved. “Hi, sorry… that was rude. I was freaking out due to that assignment.” She took a deep breath. “Hi, Jackie… I do remember you and Jan, we’re neighbors.”

“That’s great!” Jan smiled at her. “So you’re a fashion major too?”

She nodded. “I’m a sophomore as well but I’m a year younger than everyone else because of technicalities and my mom sending me to kindergarten one year earlier.”

“We’re the same age then. That’s cool.”

Gigi smiled, she was beautiful.

“How are you adapting to-” She was going to ask Jan something when she lowered her head in an attempt to hide behind Jackie. “Oh shit.”

“Gigi, what is it?” Nicky whispered.

“She’s here.” Gigi tried to descend even more.

“Uhm… who’s here?” Jackie looked around.

“She! She’s here right now… Oh God…” The girl seemed nervous and her cheeks were tinted in soft pink. “So, uh… there’s this girl who lives in our dorm I guess and I’ve bumped into her a couple of times before but… I don’t know, she’s like…” She blushed harder.

“Gigi Goode... The Gigi Goode is possibly… intimidated by someone?” Nicky gasped.

“Shhh… shut up… no… yeah… maybe. I don’t know. I’m gay and single, leave me alone.”

“Wait but how does she look like?” Jan also tried to find her among the crowd. They all were whispering.

“Oh my God… she’s coming… she’s walking in this direction, why is she walking in this direction? Never mind she has an apron.”

But it was Crystal who appeared next to Jan. “Hey guys, everything’s okay over here? Do you need something else?” She inquired, completely clueless.

The three remaining girls looked at Crystal, then at Gigi, and then at Crystal again as if it was a ping pong game.

“Oh, hey! I hadn’t seen you there, would you like me to bring something for you?” She asked Gigi while pulling out her Crystalcore things.

The blonde girl nodded and recovered the posture a little. “Uh… matcha… that’s the green thing… yeah… latte. Green tea?”

“Matcha tea latte?”

She nodded mechanically again.

“Alright, anything else?” The other girls shook their heads. “I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you.” Gigi’s voice sounded high-pitched.

Once Crystal left, all eyes were on the blonde once again.

“Oh my… I fucked up, didn’t I?”

Nicky’s jaw had dropped to the floor. “Wait, hold on a minute… you like her?”

“Shhh… God, Nicky, she could hear you or something.” Gigi pressed her hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating fast. “I didn’t know she worked here.”

Jan was trying to contain a smile, her lips turned into a thin line, meanwhile, Jackie stirred her lukewarm coffee.

“Uh… You know that’s my roommate, right?” Nicky smirked.

At that moment, Gigi almost fainted. Her face went from reddish to pale in a second and her eyes were full of terror as if she had seen a ghost.

“Excuse me, she’s your what?!”

“My roommate? Crystal? The girl with orange hair? I’ve told you about her. The one that put stickers on the notes she leaves me? She forgot her key three times in the span of a day? The one that –allegedly- accidentally shot a confetti cannon in our room and since then it feels like the place coughs confetti here and there? Rings your bell?”

That had been a good day, Jan recalled.

“Wait- That’s your Crystal? Your Crystal is my Crystal?” She covered her mouth after saying those words.

Jackie and Jan exchanged an amused look.

“Your Crystal?” Nicky tilted her head.

“I mean… that’s not what I mean…” She cleared her throat. “please don’t tell her I have a crush on her this is already too embarrassing for me… I could die like a Sim… of embarrassment, it’s a real thing, you know?”

“Relax, I won’t say a word and I’m sure the girls won’t either, right?” Jan and Jackie nodded.

Gigi seemed relieved. “Thank you… I can’t believe she’s your roommate.” She buried her face in her hands.

“I can’t believe you feel intimidated by her, she has a One Direction poster in our room.”

“There are so many things clicking in my head right now please leave your message after the tone. Beep.”

Jackie moved her hand in front of her eyes without getting a response. “I think you broke her, Nicky.”

“She’ll be fine. Plus, Crystal is bringing her tea right now.”

“Fuck…” She said as if was a reset command.

“Here you have.” The ginger placed the smoky cup in front of her. “I hope you enjoy it.” She smiled and winked before leaving.

Gigi gulped.

“Uh, Gigi, I’m not an expert but judging by the color of the beverage, that’s not what you ordered.” Jackie pointed out.

But the blonde wasn’t even looking at her. “I don’t care; this is the most delicious drink existing in the entire universe right now.”

“What’s that though?” Nicky tried to touch the cup but Gigi slapped her hand.

“No touching.” She glared at her classmate.

“Yeah, I feel like we’re going to be good friends.” Jan thought about it aloud.

“Alright, all set.”

Jackie let a big sigh out of her chest when she left the administration office; Jan had been waiting for her outside. They had gone there straight after leaving the café when Nicky and Gigi left for their class. On their way to the building, she had tried to cheer Jackie up by telling the entire confetti cannon anecdote in full detail but even afterward laughing at loud the brunette still seemed afflicted.

“I’ve submitted my complaint and the head administrator told me that the board will look into it. Until then, they said that most classes are already full so they’ll have to look for a different solution and they’ll contact me via e-mail or I’ll have to drop by next week.”

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it? They’ll tell you what the next step is. It can only get better from here.”

“I hope so.” She shrugged. She didn’t sound fully convinced, though.

Jan checked the time on her phone. “Hey, we still have some time before your shift starts, we can hang out or something…”

Jackie bit her inner cheek. “I don’t know…”

Jan touched her shoulder gently. “Jackie, I hate you seen you like this. There has to be something that makes you feel at least one percent better.”

She looked at her with her big puppy eyes and Jackie couldn’t say no to her.

“Okay… there’s something that always makes me feel better.” She gave in.

“I’m listening.”

Jackie’s eyes sparked.

“No way…” Jan looked around. “This is awesome!”

They had gone upstairs –climbing several stairs-, to a place that wasn’t on the maps of the campus. Jackie had led the way without revealing a single detail –even when Jan asked many, many questions on their way there- she had said it was a surprise and that she didn’t want to spoil it. Finally, as they were climbing those endless stairs, her mood got a bit better.

They reached a single green metal door, it was locked but the brunette pulled a key from her set and opened it. The door led to a little hidden rooftop garden with a few hanging plants and flowers in terracotta pots, there was also a set of recycled wood chairs and an unvarnished coffee table rough around the edges. But without any doubt the most stunning part of that small place was the view, it was the perfect spot to contemplate most of the green areas of the campus including some of the park across the street nearby the café. It was almost noon and the sun hit the opposite side but in a few hours, it would be probably the best viewpoint of the sunset.

“What is this place?” The younger kept inspecting everything.

Jackie closed the door behind them. “It used to be a project made for a group of students to raise awareness about the use of recycling materials but since they all graduated no one really knows it exists. I accidentally discovered it last year when I took a photography class and spotted it with my camera from that crossroad.” She pointed with her index finger. “I did some research and the janitor gave me the key after asking… when I was done with the assignment, she let me keep it with the promise I would do some maintenance once in a while and keep the plants alive. And since then, I come here when I need to be alone or when I’m upset… like today.”

Jan stared at her. “I’m sorry that you had to drop that class.”

“I didn’t want to quit, you know? I thought I was going to be able to handle it, by giving up I feel like I let him win…”

“No, you didn’t. You don’t have to stand that mistreatment.” She looked the brunette in the eye. “I’m glad you did it; don’t let it be a defeat, it doesn’t have to be one.”

“Thank you.” A weak smile appeared on her face.

“I’m gonna hug right now, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“No, you don’t have to…”

“But I want to. C’mon, come here.” She extended her arms widely. “If you don’t let me hug you I’m going to hug myself and it’s going to be lame and I’m going to be sad.”

Jackie chuckled. “Okay, I guess…”

“Yay!” Jan jumped directly to her and wrapped her arms around her.

Jan’s shampoo smelled like almonds and honey. Her embrace made Jackie feel warm inside. Clouds could’ve been made of cotton and the sky was the bluest she had ever seen.

“You see? This is nice.” The younger still held her.

“Yeah, nice…” Jackie closed her eyes and for a moment, it was all right.

They stayed there for a little while. Jackie would have to go to the copy room soon and Jan had her class after lunch. During the time they were there, Jan played some music on her phone and they talked about what had happened earlier in the café. They agreed that it was sweet that Gigi had a crush on Crystal; Jackie watered the plants and told her the story of how she had met the blonde through Nicky. Later on, she sat on one of the chairs while Jan played hopscotch with the cracks in the concrete; she sang softly the song that was playing Hey There Delilah.

“You have a good singing voice,” Jackie mentioned.

“Huh? Me? Oh… I didn’t… I just sing for fun sometimes.” She suddenly felt coy.

“I mean it. It sounded lovely.”

“You’re just being nice. You haven’t heard Rosé or Lagoona, they are amazing.”

“They could tell you. I’m sure they’d agree with me.”

“I could never sing in front of them.” She looked mortified.

“You’d do well.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I don’t know…” Jan shrugged.

The music stopped and the alarm she had set went off.

“We have to go.” The younger announced. “I’ll walk with you to the copy room and then I’ll grab something to eat.”

“Okay. Let me close the door.”

She waited until the brunette was done and they started walking downstairs.

“I wish I could work with you, wouldn’t that be fun?” Jan casually mentioned.

“Well, you’re there all the time anyway.”

“Does it bother you?”

Jackie shook her head and smiled. “No, not at all.”

“I don’t understand it.” Jan lied on the table of the study room. “I have applied for every job available at the mall and still, no response and no results.”

“Ow, baby,” Rosé ruffled her hair. “I’m sure you’re going to find something soon.”

Lagoona lifted her gaze from the textbook. “I wish I could help but the restaurant where I work is full.”

“I thought you hated that place?” Jan turned toward her.

“I do, but the tips are good.” She highlighted a sentence with her pastel marker.

She was already studying for an upcoming presentation. Rosé was memorizing the lines of a play and she got Jan there to read the other part. Now they were on a break. The pink-haired girl was drinking peach soda from a can in the meantime Jan whined for her failed job search. Lagoona –whose blue hair was beginning to fade a little- googled some job offers in the area and read them at loud.

“There are a few that sound pretty disgusting if you ask me. I didn’t know the classified ads could be this kinky.” She frowned and put her phone down.

“Hey, what about that place?” Rosé snapped her fingers. “Goona, do you remember? The diner that’s a couple of blocks from here? We used to go there all the time during our freshman year.”

“Oh, yes. That was a nice place, didn’t we stop going there because your ex-roommate worked there?”

Rosé’s expression turned sour. “Yeah… but she got fired or quit, I don’t know. The point is, they were always hiring people, maybe you could ask there?”

“And you’ve waited this long to tell me?” Jan cried. “It’s been three agonizing days.”

“They are open now so you could-”

“Bye, guys! See you later.” She grabbed her things, threw them into her backpack, and dashed out just to return a couple of seconds later. “Yeah, so I don’t know where it is.”

Jan held her breath before walking past the door.

The diner was decorated in a retro style. It had black and white floor tiles, a long bar, red stools, chairs and booths, round tables, neon signs, vinyl albums and posters of classic Hollywood stars on the walls, lamps hanging from the ceiling, and even a functional jukebox. A few people were sitting at the bar, it was still early for dinner so almost everyone was having a milkshake or some ice cream.

Jan was welcomed by a girl with dark wavy hair in a striped red and white dress with a little white apron on. The name «Denali» was written on her tag.

“Welcome to Lucky’s, would you like a table or a seat on the bar?” She smiled and a pair of dimples appeared on her face.

“Hi, I was wondering if you have a job application for me or… if you were hiring right now?”

“Oh,” She lowered her notebook. “You wanna work here? Okay, just give me a second. You can sit over there.” Denali pointed at one empty table.

“Sure.” Jan held her backpack close to her body and moved to the booth.

Denali returned shortly after with a pen and a paper sheet in her hands.

“In normal circumstances, you’d have an interview with the manager but since he’s God knows where and I’m in charge in the meantime, I’m going to let you complete this form and then ask you some questions…”

“Alright, yeah.”

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

Jan filled the form with basic information, her full name, birth date, age, address, phone number, e-mail, etc. When she was done, she observed Denali serving customers, she moved like her feet weren’t touching the floor, with a full tray on her hands as if it weighed nothing, all with a giant smile on her face. She made it look easy.

“Everything alright?” She asked before sitting in front of Jan.

“Yes, I’m done.” She returned the paper sheet.

Denali scanned it, collecting information. “Janice? Okay, you’re a college student.”

“Jan is fine. Yes, I’m a freshman.”

“Aw,” She tilted her head. “I’m going to write my notes in front of you if that’s okay.” Jan nodded. “You haven’t worked as a waitress before, right?”

“No, but I’m a fast learner and I believe I compensate my lack of experience with enthusiasm, I’ve been told.”

She wrote something “Next, uhm… Why do you want to work here?”

“I need a job to pay for my things. As I said, this is my first year of college; I have a partial scholarship and my parents are supporting me from home but I don’t want to become a burden for them.”

“Do you mind if I ask about your scholarship?”

“No, not at all. It’s for baseball.”

“Work!” She nodded. “The last one, you wrote here your potential time schedules and, according to the rules, if you only work have twice per week you’ll have to take two Saturdays per month. Are you fine with that?”

“Sure, I can take any shift that day.”

“Well, Jan, the good news is that I sense we’re going to be besties, so I wrote «overqualified», «fast learner» and «tight schedules but willing to take Saturday’s shifts» which always is a plus.” She smiled at Jan. “I believe you’re going to get a call very soon.”

“Oh my God! Thank you.” Jan grinned. “I really appreciate that.”

“No worries. You’re lucky -no pun intended-, a girl just quit but being completely honest, she was a real bitch. You can’t be worse than her.”

“I’ve heard that before and… I’m okay with that.”

“Alright. I hope I see you soon.” She winked and returned to serve tables.

Jan left the diner with the biggest smile on Earth.

#rpdr fanfiction #jan sport #jackie cox #jankie #crygi #college au #lesbian au #slow burn #pretty in pearls #plastiquedoll #concrit welcome

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myopinionhi · 4 years

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Solangelo as LGBTQ Rep and Possible Issues

I do not represent the LGBT community because I’m sure a variety of LGBT fans would have various reactions to Solangelo. As a shy, bisexual person myself, I’ll speak only for myself.

I’ve noticed some people praising Solangelo for being positive LGBTQ rep and then others thinking it doesn’t deserve the praise. I can see both sides.

I think Solangelo overall is positive LGBTQ representation. It’s not perfect. I’m glad Rick made Nico gay. However, Solangelo has one huge problem. It actually kind of suffers from a sort of harmful gay trope. The trope isn’t nearly harmful enough to take away Solangelo’s positive representation, but it’s there. I’ll elaborate more on it at the end of this essay.

Here are things I’m mostly not bothered with that others are regarding Nico and Will’s LGBT rep.

1. Nico being outed by cupid. The infamous Cupid scene made me uncomfortable, and seeing Nico forced out of the closet hit too close to home. I could relate to a young teen struggling to accept the truth about himself. Some LGBTQ characters in media appear in an amazing LGBTQ utopia that pretends LGBTQ individuals don’t have issues with self-acceptance. Heroes of Olympus doesn’t sugarcoat Nico’s issues, because the struggle can be real for some LGBTQ individuals. Yes, Nico was forced out the closet. But he was mainly forced out of the closet to himself. It was supposed to be some sort of emotional release and self-awakening. If he stays in denial, more harm than good will come out of it. What Cupid did was cruel and was supposed to be cruel. I’d have an issue with the scene if Nico was forced out of the closet in front of a group of people, but since he was only forced out in front of Jason and then Jason respectfully keeps Nico’s secret and supports him, I actually don’t have an issue with it.

2. Nico and Will constantly argue. Nico and Will argue since Blood of Olympus. Will is aggressive with Nico. I’ve mentioned this before in a previous essay; Will has to be aggressive because Nico is on the verge of death. Nico is about to disappear into the shadows and hasn’t properly taken care of himself in a long time. After not seeing Nico in months, Will must have been devastated seeing the state of Nico’s health and seeing Nico being so stubborn and anti-social about it. Will’s anger is justified, and Nico needs that push to start being healthy after so long. Nico’s anti-social and self-depreciation also probably frustrated Will. Nico thought no one wanted to be his friend and is going to leave Camp, so Will has to be assertive to convince Nico he is wanted.

Nico and Will’ s bickering in Lost Oracle is more affectionate bickering. They have very different personalities, so they’re going to disagree and let it be known. They have more harmless and playful disagreements. It’s actually more cute, if anything.

The only real issue I have with their arguments is in Blood of Olympus when Will snaps at Nico by claiming “Nobody at Camp Half-Blood ever pushed you away.” and “You pushed yourself away. If you’d get your head out of that brooding cloud of yours for once...” The harmful implication of this statement is the dismissal of Nico’s real experiences of rejection and that if he’d just stop brooding he’d be happy. The implications are....unfortunate. Don’t get me wrong. Will likely lost his patience with Nico’s stubbornness after hearing Nico say he’s leaving Camp, likely never coming back. I understand Will’s devastation, especially since he wants to be Nico’s friend and knows others who do too.

The statement isn’t problematic because Will simply said it. It’s a human to say hurtful things. Will is an exhausted teen who’s on the verge of losing Nico. The real problem is the book doesn’t acknowledge Will’s statement as harmful. Will doesn’t apologize or acknowledge how he was wrong. Will says it and then Nico suddenly agrees to stay at Camp, implying Nico’s isolation was brought completely on himself. Hypothetically, if Will acknowledges his mistakes later, like in Tower of Nero, then this unfortunate line is more forgivable.

3. Nico has barely accepted himself. He’s not ready for a boyfriend. I’d accept this argument if Will and Nico started dating at the end of Blood of Olympus. Fortunately, they don’t. Nico doesn’t even acknowledge having feelings for Will to himself. It’s only implied. I find the many fanfictions having Will and Nico dating after Nico stays at the infirmary for three days unrealistic and rushed. But not this. Will and Nico aren’t a confirmed couple until Hidden Oracle, which happens months after Blood of Olympus. If Nico gets emotional healing and bonds with Will for months, it’s not unreasonable for them to be dating. Even their official relationship in Hidden Oracle seems pretty casual and low stress.

4. Will has Nico on a short leash. No Will doesn’t. After Blood of Olympus, when Will tries to save Nico’s life, Will isn’t controlling. He may tell Nico to be nicer or would bicker, but nothing too overbearing. Will teases Nico for not calling him his boyfriend and doesn’t get angry when Nico shadow-travels in Hidden Oracle. Nico seems to want to be around Will on his own accord. He enjoys being around Will, hence the doctor’s note.

5. Will “fixed” Nico and/or Nico became too dependent on Will. No, the reason Nico is happier in Hidden Oracle is because he has learned to accept himself and he has family and friends supporting him. Some of the most important loved ones for Nico include Hazel, Reyna, Jason, and the rest of the Seven. Blood of Olympus gives more focus and development to Reyna and Nico’s relationship than Nico and Will’s relationship. Will is the straw that broke the camels back, but it’s the accumulation of impactful events and support that gets Nico to happiness. Will helped, especially with Nico’s physical health. When Nico decides to stay at Camp Half-Blood, it’s likely he sees his home in Camp Half-Blood than Camp Jupiter. Bianca trusted Camp Half-Blood to take care of Nico. Nico and Will’s relationship did grow after Blood of Olympus, and Will’s support helps Nico, but there’s no indication of Will be Nico’s “fixer”. He’s just Nico’s friend and boyfriend.

Here’s an interesting argument I’ve been pondering.

Will can’t be both Nico’s doctor and his boyfriend. This argument interests me because if Will had a crush on Nico during Blood of Olympus, he maybe shouldn’t treat Nico as a patient. I’ve seen too many creepy fanfictions of Will using his authority as Nico’s doctor to get closer to Nico. However, Will likely is also the one who knows what’s best for Nico’s health. He’s a better healer even than Apollo. He may also be the only one who knows how save Nico from fading into the shadows in Blood of Olympus since Nico’s powers are unusual. Will’s emotional investment in Nico interferes with objectivity. Then again, Will may be emotionally invested with many people in Camp-Halfblood as well, and Will is the one with the best healing. Will’s doctor’s note for Nico to sit at the Apollo table does touch upon Will’s professional conflict of interest with Nico. It’s possible Will can keep it completely professional as Nico’s doctor since he’s a natural-born healer, but it’s relying on the good-faith of a teenager.

It seems unfair to deprive Nico of the best medical care because Will is his boyfriend. Especially during the winter, it’s possible Kayla’s and Austin’s healing abilities are very inferior to Will’s. At the same time though, there’s conflicts of interest when Will has Nico as his patient.

Here’s one issue I have in regards to Nico’s crush on Percy.

We don’t know how Nico gets over his crush on Percy. We’re never shown Nico’s POV until Blood of Olympus, so it’s very possible Nico goes through some self-realization after the Cupid scene. I find Nico’s dropped crush on Percy disappointing. I would have liked to see Nico admit there’s still some lingering, painful feelings towards Percy for a little while during Blood of Olympus. It would have been interesting seeing Nico accept the heartbreak and move on. Percy was Nico’s first love and someone who Nico invested in for years. House of Hades seems to imply there is still some lingering feelings, but then it’s dropped in Blood of Olympus, and Nico says to Percy “you’re not my type.” It’s lazy writing. It’s like Rick made Nico gay for Percy for that gay angst but then didn’t feel like following through. Nico’s crush on Percy affected Nico for years. How is it dropped within two books?!

The main issue I have with Solangelo

Their romance and relationship is hidden. Okay, if Will didn’t call Nico his boyfriend and Apollo didn’t gush over their relationship in Hidden Oracle, we wouldn’t know they’re in a romantic relationship. All their actions are completely platonic. I get that Nico’s probably not into PDA. I get romantic pet names may be too embarrassing for Nico. I get they may not want to flaunt their relationship. I get they may not want to hold hands. I get they’d want to keep their relationship private. I get they’re young. I get Nico doesn’t like being touched. I get Trials of Apollo is only from Apollo’s POV. That’s not the issue.

What actions do they have that imply they’re boyfriends instead of friends? The most affectionate they’ve gotten is Nico resting his hand on Will’s shoulder, Will casually leaning on Nico before the three-legged race, or Nico grabbing Will’s hand once to shadow-travel to the chariot. There’s not really any tiny romantic actions. There’s no clear romantic flirting, loving gazes, hand squeezes, hugs, legs touching, footsies, kisses on the head, or hugs. Only a couple of these small romantic actions are all that’s necessary. Nico and Will don’t have to go as far as kissing and cuddling. The relationship gets brownie points for using the label "boyfriend”, but then homophobes don’t have to be squeamish about two guys getting even a tiny bit of romantic affection. It’s too easy to censor the explicit gayness of their relationship because there’s not much to possibly censor.

Their absent romantic affection is only half of it though. Another major problem is Solangelo is only in two books. Even when they’re in those two books, their relationship doesn’t get a lot of scenes. In Blood of Olympus, Will and Nico work together and bicker during the battle against Gaia. It’s heartwarming, but they don’t even meet up until more than halfway into the book. In Hidden Oracle, Nico and Will are only in a handful of scenes, and many of these moments are brief. When Will and Nico are shown, they have chemistry. They clearly care and support each other. But this groundbreaking relationship of theirs doesn’t have much. Will is the son of Apollo, and, not including Tower of Nero for now, only appears in Hidden Oracle during Trials of Apollo. Why does Will Solace only appear in 1 (2 including Tower of Nero) books in Trials of Apollo even though his dad is the main character? We don’t know. He could be strong LGBTQ rep with a boyfriend, but....nope.

The same-sex ships get tiny crumbs, and then you’ve got all these straight ships shown and developed in more than two or three books. I’m worried Solangelo is falling under the “But Not Too Gay” trope, where an author wants a gay couple for representation credit, but then won’t give them the same appreciation as straight couples.

Don’t get me wrong. I’d much rather have Nico be gay, and I’d much rather have Solangelo be a couple. I think their relationship is wholesome, and what’s shown of them has positive representation. I don’t find Nico’s LGBTQ representation too problematic. It’s just sort of....missing something important that could make it really positive. For what it’s worth, I appreciate the Solangelo crumbs, and it meant a lot to me growing up.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #rick riordan #riordan universe #percy jackson #pjo #blood of olympus #spoilers #trials of apollo #house of hades #lgbt #lgbtq #long post #lgbtq rep #representation #meta #anaylsis

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jasons-exposedspine · 3 years

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Prompt list

hey guys so my best friend and i made a long ass prompt list. the rules are that you can only pick a limit of five prompts and send them to me with a ship and OC of mine. like for example Reagan and Negan or Clem and Cas or Destiel or Willow and sam or Laylahni and Dean. i only write for supernatural and the walking dead. so get as creative as you want but i know no one will read this post so if you are reading this please send in a request i am really fucking desperate.

1: Hand holding

2: Hair playing

3: Lap sitting

4: “Friends”

5: Tickling

6: Dancing

7: Cuddling

8: Hugging

9: Character death

10: Resurrection

11: Date

12: Valentines Day

13: Admitting their feelings

14: Piggy back ride

15: Swimming

16: Teleporting to a different place

17: Carrying the other

18: Sad

19: Comforting them

20: Making out

21: Pulling down by tie, bandana, etc and kissing them

22: Being protective

23: Dying for the other; sacrifice

24: Getting drunk

25: Snuggling

26: Wrapping their arms around the other from behind

27: Cheek kissing

28: Forehead kissing

29: First experience in the love department

30: Yelling at them for not being more careful

31: Showering/bathing together

32: Picnic

33: Cooking

34: Licking food off the other

35: Going on a hunt/run together.

36: Tracing their face

37: Wearing the other’s clothes

38: Braiding their hair

39: Teaching them about feelings

40: Teaching them other things (wink wink)

41: Argument

42: Comforting them after an anxiety/panic attack

43: making them happy when they are down

44: Calming them/sleeping with them after a nightmare

45: Putting their head on the other’s shoulder

46: Treating an injury/kissing their boo boos better

47: Food fight

48: Forehead touching

49: Nose touching

50: Guess who

51: Chin resting on top of head

52: Sleeping on the others’ chest

53: Intense eye contact

54: Being caught staring

55: Playing with their hands

56: Telling them what’s wrong

57: They have to leave to keep them safe

58: Break up

59: Getting back together

60: Pregnancy

61: Miscarriage

62: Normal Birth

63: Marriage

64: Fixing their clothes/hair

65: Driving together in a car

66: In the backseat (wink wink)

67: Snuggling In the backseat

68: Resting their hand on the other’s thigh

69: Sex

70: Watching movies together

71: Cinema

72: Height Difference

73: Annoying each other

74: Stargazing

75. Waking up to them

76. Shelter from the rain

77: ice cream

78: being rescued/saved

79: listening to music together

80: texting

81: falling asleep on the other

82: accidentally kiss

83: being badass together

84: lOsT iN tHe wOoDs!!

85: camping

86: spooning

87: huddling for warmth

88: first kiss

89: first meet

90: one looking schmexy and the other being attracted

91: lip biting

92: wearing the other’s accessories; glasses, jacket, tie, hat, etc.

93: annoying them at work/while they are trying to work

94: making stupid videos together

95: keeping their relationship a secret from other people

96: nearly revealing their relationship in front of other people

97: coming out (if it’s gay)

98: playing with a pet (if they have one). (if they don’t, some other animal)

99: They are forced to be enemies even though they love each other. This could be in a war or sided scenario. Usually a forbidden love. They could also be together in secret. Take Romeo and Juliet for example.

100: corona edition - quarantining together

101: luxurious holiday

102: stuck somewhere together, whether that be locked in a room or lost somewhere, etc.

103: beach

104: watching the other sleep/sneak up on them sleeping

105: backstory

106: childhood friends

107: au

108: crossover

109: SIMPing over them

110: love triangle

111: third wheel

112: having a dream about the other person

113: unbuttoning the other person’s shirt/taking the other person’s clothes off

114: hotel

115: board games/video games

116: chucking paint at each other

117: cheating

118: being annoying and stopping the other person from walking by sitting on their feet and holding onto their legs

119: secret admirer/love letters

120: making hearts with their hands

121: taking selfies

122: singing/playing a song for them

123: Falling asleep on them on a bus, train, plane, etc.

124: Growing old together

125: Widowed

126: Arranged marriage

127: Forbidden love

128: Sitting over the other’s dead body

129: being walked in on doing you know what

130: family’s reaction to the relationship

131: Living together

132: Having a family

133: Senpai/notice me senpai!

134: crush

135: showing off for their crush

136: rejection

137: first date (awkward)

138: first date (normal)

139: painting on each other (for a date night)

140: flirting

141: cringey pickup line

142: Pinning them against a wall

143: sneaking in bed with them when they’re asleep

144: laughing really hard together

145: Under the other’s wings

146: underwater kissing

147: accidentally fall on each other

148: only one bed

149: kissing their neck

150: being awkward around their crush

151: Rich couple

152: Playing in the rain

153: Summer

154: Autumn

155: Winter

156: Spring

157: Walk in the park

158: walking them home

159: Other people/characters also shipping them

160: The cute neighbour

161: putting their hand under the other person’s shirt

162: telling them a story/bedtime story. (If they have a child, that makes it even better!)

163: needy

164: clingy

165: intimate

166: touchy/fondling

167: putting their leg on the other person’s leg when sleeping

168: accidentally falling off the edge of the bed/accidentally pushing the other person off the edge of the bed

167: blanket hogging

168: freezing when they see their crush

169: running away/fleeing when they see their crush

170: surprising/scaring them

171: snow

172: watching fireworks

173: comforting them during a storm

174: divorce

175: homosexual (gay, lesbian, etc.)

176: heterosexual (straight)

177: poly (3+ people)

178: one of them getting an award or something and the other cheering them on and embarrassing them

179: somehow ending up with someone who is way out of their league

180: travelling together

181: weekend of romance

182: act like they hate them but they actually like them, switch between emotions frequently (tsundere)

183: will kill or harm others for their senpai (yandere)

184: ignoring the other person

185: one not messaging the other back

186: pash

187: enemies to lovers

188: friends to lovers

189: watching the other undress

190: soulmates

191: phone call

192: prom/dance

193: highschool

194: riding on bikes (usually as kids)

195: proposal

196: teasing the other

197: watching the sunset/sunrise

198: morning jog/walk

199: waking up but they’re not there

200: waking up to the other one making breakfast

201: sneaking into their house in the middle of the night

202: partners in crime

203: ex lovers

204: crushing on friend’s sibling

205: letting them stay the night

206: accidentally in love

207: coffee shop au

208: when their parents aren’t home...

209: sitting next to them with their arm around the their waist

210: telling secrets

211: fireplace

212: sitting on the floor

213: study buddies

214: flying

215: sitting on the porch

216: see the other naked for the first time

217: double date

218: their crush is upper class but they are lower class or vice versa. eg. rich vs poor, popular vs unpopular, higher social status vs lower social status.

219: One is mature and the other is childish

220: 2 brain cells/both idiots

221: lipstick stains

222: helping the other up

223: Deep conversation

224: meet at a bar/club/pub

225: asking them out

226: being teased by their friend(s) about their crush

227: telling their friend(s) about their crush

228: mistletoe

229: virgin/losing virginity

230: screaming into their chest

231: hand brushing against the other’s

232: soulmates walking past each other in public not yet knowing the other person but still getting some sort of gut feeling.

233: asking if they’re ok

234: handsome stranger

235: a description of the character’s features

236: their scent lingering

237: arriving at their doorstep

238: sleeping on the couch

239: hot night

240: cold night

241: sweaty

242: missing the other person

243: seeing them depart/saying their goodbyes (usually if they’re leaving for a trip for a while)

244: seeing them again for the first time (usually after they arrive back after a trip after not seeing them for a while)

245: looking back after departing

246: not even knowing their name/don’t remember them properly (usually falling in love with a stranger)

247: I kissed a girl (gay)

248: I kissed a boy (gay)

249: the person they like isn’t gay

250: husband energy

251: mum and dad energy

252: wife energy

253: liking a bad boy

254: liking a more mature boy

255: diving off cliffs/waterfalls

256: Comforting the other one when they’re scared

257: hushing them to sleep

258: singing them a lullaby

259: adopting

260: surrogate

261: painting their nails, pamper treatment, etc.

262: posing for photos

263: eating spaghetti together (Lady and the Tramp style)

264: being protective when someone starts SIMPing over their lover

265: holding them tight

266: swears they saw their ex in public but it wasn’t them...

267: sleepover

268: flirtatious bartender

269: helping them

270: stumbling over their words

271: walking in on them showering

272: looking them up and down/checking them out

273: being competitive/friendly rivals dynamic

274: meeting them through social media first

275: tinder/online dating

276: daydreaming about the other person

277: one of them is sick/in hospital

278: doing something embarrassing in front of their crush

279: horseback riding

280: hammock

281: boat

282: taking them to and showing them a place that is special to them

283: dirty jokes

284: making them laugh

285: getting into a fight with each other

286: protecting the other in a fight/from getting into a fight

287: masquerade ball

288: love spell/something or someone casting love spells on people aka Cupid

289: he/she loves me, he/she loves me not...

290: whispering in their ear

291: sitting on top of the car in a field

292: if a character wears some sort of mask/something that covers their mouth/face make the other character pull down/lift it up to kiss them

293: give each other pet names (baby, babe, honey, etc) (be as creative as you want)

294: biting the other’s lip when kissing

295: buying the other flowers/a gift

296: road trip

297: friendzoning

298: Gender Bend

299: saying “I love you” for the first time

300: toxic relationship (physical abuse, mental abuse, cheating constantly, don't love them anymore) be as creative as you want.

@negan-morningstar @savedpeople @you-a-southpaw-doll @smcc212 @gabrielislovegabrielislife @galaxycastiel @winchester-reload @impala-dreamer

#prompt list #supernatural #twd

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ahh-fxck · 4 years

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Gay Bar AU: Warrior’s Blues part 4

Hello folks! Here is the next part of my gay bar AU, featuring Geralt and Jaskier.

Big thanks to @stressedspidergirlsfandomblog for being such an amazing beta!

Tag list: @astouract @smolpoe @yes-im-the-violin-girl @ladyknight-keladry

The link to the rest on Ao3 is here.

“Geralt?” A muffled voice calls from outside of the door. Geralt recognizes Jaskier’s voice instantly; Would recognize it anywhere, even though he’s only known him for a night. A flush creeps across his whole body as he dithers, damp towel clutched tightly. “Geralt? Is everything all right?” Jaskier calls again, sounding worried. “Just, it’s two o’ clock in the afternoon… I thought you might be hungry. May I come in?”

Geralt turns to look at the door, seeing the lanky shadow of the handsome man through the shade. He rasps, “I’m fine.” The words seem to unstick him. He strides across to the bed in a swift, efficient movement, drops the towel, and calls gruffly, “I’ll be right there.” He tucks the rest of the items back into his bag in a neat roll, followed by the discharge papers. His injured hand flashes with bright hot pain as he stuffs the papers into his bag, and he growls under his breath. Then he rises and quickly opens the attic door for the man waiting patiently outside.

He is greeted by a charming, crooked smile as Jaskier greets him over a little tray holding two coffees and a couple of open faced bagel sandwiches. There’s sugar, even cream, each in little bowls that bear a buttercup motif. Jaskier himself is dressed in a loose yellow tank top and denim shorts, though these are significantly longer than yesterday, hanging down to just above his knees. His face is lightly stubbled; he hasn’t bothered to shave yet today. Seeing this, Geralt isn’t sure whether to be irked or charmed by how informally the man comports himself.

“There you are,” Jaskier sighs happily, tilting his head and fixing Geralt with a wide smile. “Breakfast?” As Geralt steps stiffly aside to let him in, he nudges past him and into the loft, humming, “Well, I suppose it’s more like lunch, but never mind that. How are you today?” Bending over, he places the tray on the little table, then straightens and glances over his shoulder at Geralt.

Above Jaskier’s house was a small attic studio. It was painted a mellow sky blue inside, with white moulding, furniture, and decorations. It consisted of one room divided into two parts. First, there was a sitting area on a white tiled floor, with wicker chairs and a wicker table with a clear glass top. On a shelf below a windowsill there was an electric kettle and a box of rather rumpled looking tea sachets in their paper envelopes. Mugs were visible on the lower tier, stored neatly upside-down. Behind a half-wall, there was a sleeping area with a twin-size bed and two small dressers emblazoned on the sides with painted cornflowers. By the dusty, empty smell, no one had been up here in some time. There was a bathroom in the corner, with a full sized bathtub and a little sink above which a white mirror hung with makeup lights sat. There was only one entry, a simple white door that led to a steep staircase wrapping around the outside of the blue house and terminating in the driveway.

The light in the room turns to grey, dim fingers of it penetrating through the windows to caress the simple wicker decorations on the low half-wall separating the sleeping area from the main room. In the bed, Geralt breathes deeply, head lolling awkwardly where it rests halfway on his pillow, his injured hand resting on his chest.

By the time he had arrived here last night, he had barely been able to hear Jaskier explain the little apartment over the roar of exhaustion in his ears. He had fallen into bed, fully dressed save for his boots, and had moved only once during the night to pull the creamy blue and white duvet over himself when the temperature had finally dropped. He had barely even managed to get his head on the pillow.

Now the temperature creeps back up again as the dawn light warms, turning a rich buttery color as the sun comes up over the horizon. Geralt’s eyes flicker open, habit and light conspiring to rouse him from slumber. He glances around, disoriented, then closes his eyes again quickly. The blue and white room is frighteningly unfamiliar, friendly colors and new smells crushing up against him as he begins to wake. It stirs half-remembered guilt and shame, burning feelings that he would much rather escape. Dimly realizing that he is no longer on a schedule and doesn’t have to wake, Geralt heaves a heavy sigh. Rolling over, he puts his arm over his head and curls softly under the covers. His arm blocks out the light and he retreats into the warm hollow that his body has made in the blankets. With a yawn, he drifts back to sleep.

This process repeats several times, until the room is bright and hot and Geralt’s bladder is achingly full. Each time the guilt and the shame press harder, a growing static that gnaws at him even in his sleep. Finally he is forced to open his eyes. As he lays there with his arm over his face, squinting out at the hot light of the attic, he hears a stereo turn on below him. It’s muffled, too quiet to pick out the words, but the beat is happy and strong. His heart speeds up and stutters as he tries to parse the addition of the music to his already overwhelmed senses, and his lips pull back to show his teeth as he growls in irritation. Sudden tension races along his arms, whipcord strong and hot as lightning. His hand lashes out, bandaged knuckles slamming into the wall before he can think. The world vanishes for a moment in a brief, hot flash of pain that whites his vision out.

The wall reverberates, and below, quiet footsteps pause. A moment later the stereo volume lowers, and the rhythmic sounds of daily living resume. Geralt shakes his head to try and clear the cottony feeling away, tries to shake off the stars exploding behind his eyes from the pain in his hand. Rolling, he staggers out of bed and cradles it to his chest as he limps towards the door he faintly remembers Jaskier indicating as the bathroom.

The little room is clean and quiet, with very little to say for itself aside from an empty towel ring and a plastic basket full of half-used toiletries sitting on a back shelf. As he passes the mirror he spots his stubbly reflection out of the corner of his eye and remembers that he needs to shave.

After relieving himself he retreats to his backpack. Squatting down, he eyes the khaki sack critically, bracing himself to confront the contents within. His mouth tastes like ashes as he reaches out and tugs open the zipper. The discharge papers tumble out, pages upon pages of his career on trial sifting to the carpet like dead leaves. Pages of reminders of what he has lost. He can feel his face go numb first, then his tongue, a wave travelling outwards until it robs even his feet of sensation.

His eyes go blank as he paws automatically through the rest of the sack, retrieving his last pair of clean fatigues, his socks, underwear, straight razor, and soap. He sets these aside jerkily on one of the dressers, then turns and kneels, gathering the papers back into the folder. His movements are sloppy and disjointed as he fumbles the papers together, scanning them without reading them, placing them back in order on autopilot. Then he shoves the folder under the bed, right next to the sack, and straightens. Below him there is still the faint sound of music, and someone’s voice, presumably Jaskier’s, breaks out into a muffled song. In a fog, he grabs his things off of the dresser and heads for the shower.

After he is clean he gets out, dressing himself. The music has stopped by now, and the bathroom has descended into dripping silence. The soggy bandage is still on his hand, but he’s not ready to confront it yet. Instead, he takes his dirty shirt to the mirror, scrubbing some of the steam away. He eyes his reflection critically, then the makeup bulbs, giving them a puzzled grimace. Turning, he retrieves his shaving implements from the shelf next to the plastic basket, coming back to the mirror only reluctantly. The last of the fog from his shower is beginning to clear, and he eyes his reflection uneasily.

His white hair is shaved short, too short to be mussed by sleep and showering. He has a handsome face. It is pale, with high cheekbones, a square jaw, and lips that have a surprisingly lovely cupid’s bow. Under his wide amber eyes there are shadows though, dark and hollow. The lines of care in his face are graven deeper than usual, darkened by stress and tight with pain. His heart aches as he tries to meet his own gaze, finds that his stomach churns when he tries. Worse, his face is littered with white stubble, making him look grizzled and unkempt. Untrustworthy looking, he decides; undesirable. Still, he realizes as he gingerly flexes his injured hand, there is no way he can safely shave with his straight razor. With a disgruntled sigh, he tosses the shirt back onto the toilet and begins to clean up after himself.

By the time he is done, there is a tentative knocking on the outside door. Feeling his whole body contract with sudden tension, he stops dead in his tracks halfway out of the bathroom. The rest of the little loft is suffused with light and warmth, a peaceful heat that sinks deep into his bones. He stares about the little room, searching for answers as he tries to figure out how to react.

Geralt is still standing in the doorway, studying the other man with quiet intensity. While he’s been around civilians before, he’s never seen one quite like Jaskier up close, never seen a man so perfectly comfortable in his softness. It makes him want to bark at the man to fuck off, it makes him want to run away… it makes him want to sit and eat and never stop looking at him, ever again. He clears his throat as he feels Jaskier’s gaze upon him, closing the door with a little soft ‘thump’ that he half-feels, half-hears.

Jaskier turns and sits himself down in one of the wicker chairs, gesturing an invitation at the other one. Giving the chair a long stare, Geralt weighs his options. He is right next to the door; all he has to do is turn and walk away. It’s not like he needs anything in his backpack, not really. Even the documentation proving his identity is practically worthless now, and what isn’t, he can eventually replace.

As if sensing Geralt’s thought process, Jaskier carefully picks up his coffee cup and leans back in the chair, fixing him with a gentle but frank look. “Breakfast makes vanishing into the wild blue yonder a little easier, Geralt. At least have a bite before you go?”

Geralt fixes the younger man with a look of guarded astonishment. His injured hand twitches on the doorknob, then slides down to rest at his side. It gives a dull throb, but he crams the pain down, ignoring it with practiced skill. Rumbling doubtfully, he rocks back and forth once on his sock feet before tentatively advancing towards the empty chair. His ears burn as he realizes that he is so disoriented that he was genuinely about to run out the door without his shoes, and subsides into the chair across from Jaskier with a sheepish grimace.

“There, now,” Jaskier says, pleased, and pushes the coffee towards Geralt. Geralt takes it gratefully, humming with pleasure as he picks the warm cup up gingerly in his left hand. He leans his elbows on his thighs and blows on it, feeling the pleasure of the warm steam and rich scent playing across his lips. Unlike the coffee available on base, this smells lively and rich. He takes a tentative sip and raises his eyebrows, impressed. Jaskier beams and pushes the sandwich towards him, too.

Geralt tentatively tugs the sandwich towards himself with his bandaged hand, cradling the coffee mug in the other. Jaskier’s eyes flicker as he grimaces in pain, his gaze dropping to the soggy bandage that Geralt is still wearing.

A little furrow appears between his brows, but instead of addressing the pain Geralt is obviously in, he says, “Normally at this time of day today I’m off at work, but luckily for us, I have the day off.” He fixes Geralt with a sunny smile, picking up his bagel and taking a bite out of it. “Which means I’m at your disposal for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Day job?” Geralt inquires, his voice thick and a little hoarse. He grimaces again and takes a swig of coffee to clear his throat.

Jaskier nods pleasantly, chewing. He watches Geralt’s sore hand out of the corner of his eye thoughtfully as he continues, “Mmhm! I’m an adjunct professor at the college a few blocks from here, get to ride my bike to work on nice days. It’s summer so it’s only office hours and faculty meetings once a week right now, but in fall it picks up.”

Geralt tilts his head to the side, considering this information, trying to conceal his surprise. “What do you teach?” he asks, after a moment, then picks up his bagel and takes a bite. There’s ham on it, lettuce, tomato, cheese, even a fried egg. The mayonnaise has hints of garlic and rosemary, sharp and delicious. Probably not store made, then. Impressed despite himself, he eyes the sandwich, then Jaskier.

“Medieval music theory!” Jaskier proclaims, eyes twinkling. “Terribly arcane, I’m afraid, but I simply fell in love with it as a young man, and now here I am.” He sips his coffee and licks a drop of it off of his lower lip reflectively. “At least it helps pay the bills. Worse things could be said for a passion.” Shrugging, he sets the cup back down and takes another bite of his sandwich. “Do you have any plans for the day?” Despite himself, he finds his eye straying back to Geralt’s bad hand, watching with concern as the other man painfully cradles his bagel.

“No.” Geralt replies shortly, taking another bite of his sandwich. Now that he’s started eating, he can finally feel how hungry he is, and he makes short work of the food.

Jaskier watches in fascination as the bagel vanishes in only three or four big bites. Geralt finishes by unceremoniously draining his coffee cup. Jaskier searches for something to say, settling on, “Well then. Let’s at least take another look at that hand of yours, darling. I have a first aid kit downstairs.” He puts his half-eaten sandwich back on the tray, along with his empty coffee mug, and stands. “I’ll meet you down there. Do you remember where the front door is?”

“Yes,” Geralt says, who doesn’t remember anything of the sort. He was far too tired to remember what his name was last night, much less the exact location of the front door of the house. He figures it won’t be hard to find, though, and he is desperate for an excuse to be alone for just another moment while he tries to collect himself. Jaskier nods and heads for the door, beginning to fumble with the tray in an attempt to get the doorknob. Standing hurriedly, he steps around him and pulls the door open. It puts him face to face with the smaller man, and when Jaskier turns another thousand-watt smile on him, he feels like the floor has dropped out from under him, leaving him in free-fall.

Jaskier studies Geralt’s face for a moment, kind blue eyes tracing the contours of his scarred cheeks and square jaw. He lingers briefly on his lips, chapped and cracked from dehydration and stress. A quick sad expression flits across his face, and he turns away. “All right then, I’ll see you in a moment Geralt.” As he turns and exits, the tension humming between them snaps and dissipates, leaving the air of the attic feeling oddly empty in its wake.

Geralt closes the door behind him as he leaves, slow and soft, like he half doesn’t want to shut it. He steps back from the door bewildered, feeling his hand pulse and ache with the sudden pounding of his heart. Reluctantly, he glances down at it. The bandage is beginning to dry again, a stiff, disgusting brown from where the blood has soaked into the gauze. His hand itself is swollen and red, far worse than it was yesterday. Running his eyes across it, his lips pull back in a grimace as he notes the mangled skin peeking out from the place where the bandage has come loose. He would take care of it himself, Jaskier be damned, except that he doesn’t have any medical supplies. Deep down, he knows that an infection isn’t worth his pride.

After a further moment of delay, he returns to the bedside and sits next to his wet towel, staring at his tan leather boots. They are worn but well-cared for, stained, a little thin around the heels on the inside. He ponders how to get them on, as his hand is becoming stiffer by the moment. The pain is growing from a distant misty throb to a full blown, gnawing ache, which makes it difficult to think properly. Gritting his teeth, he decides to just grab them in his good hand and shove them on. The laces he pulls carefully tight. He fumbles with them for a long moment, trying to tie them, but his injured hand is so stiff that he can’t manage proper knots. Grumbling with frustration, he shoves the laces into the top of his boots and stands.

He looks around for the keys to the attic, spotting them on top of one of the dressers where he tossed them the night before. Those go into his pocket before he heads for the door. But, as he reaches it, he stops. His heart constricts in his chest as he hovers there, feeling the weight of his vulnerability pressing down on him. The idea of going into yet another new setting, of sitting across from that unbelievably kind man and letting him touch his hurting hand, is too much to handle. He feels like the oxygen is going out of the room as he stands there with his fingers on the doorknob, unable to move forward, unable to retreat. The room fades into a blurry blue and white impression as he begins to pant, lips numbly tingling. He steps back from the door instinctively, staggering to one of the wicker chairs and sinking into it.

Time swims as he hunches in the chair, awkwardly pulling his hand in close to his chest and huffing short breaths. Shame sweeps up his body, his posture collapsing as he tries to fight his way out of the panic. When he was young this never happened to him, but recently it had been coming on more and more frequently. He begins quietly, subtly rocking in the chair, pressing his face into his arm. The warmth of it is grounding, the smell of his skin bringing him slowly back into himself. In the end, he stills, leaning back into the chair with a heavy sigh as the tension in his body begins to run out. A fuzzy haze settles over him, and he closes his eyes as the numbness sweeps up and blankets him in darkness.

He becomes dimly aware of footsteps on the stairs some time later. Stirring, he sits slowly up in the chair, gold eyes focusing on the door as the footsteps come closer. The tall shadow of Jaskier shows through the curtains again, and he hears a gentle knock. “Geralt? Is everything ok?”

It is not ok, but Geralt doesn’t know how to say that, so instead he calls thickly, “M’fine. Got distracted.” Outside, Jaskier is silent for a moment. Then he says, “I brought my first aid kit upstairs. Would you mind terribly if I came in and looked at your hand?”

Geralt sits stiffly, hand cradled along his collarbone, feeling uneasy and a little trapped. Even his closest friends had rarely treated him with such persistent kindness; had rarely needed to. He was not a person who made himself vulnerable easily, and had gone to great lengths to keep his distance from anyone who might see him that way. On one level, he knew that accepting the man’s kindness was fine. Sensible, even. On the other, all he wanted to do was run until he found someplace dark and quiet to hide and never emerge from, ever again.

Outside, Jaskier sighs. “Geralt, are you sure you’re okay?” His voice carries a little worried note in it this time that makes Geralt flinch.

Geralt is tempted to lie again. It comes right to his lips, but stutters and stops before he can speak it as he watches the little movements of the man outside. Feeling oddly light, he stands to walk across the room and opens the door. He steps aside and looks down into Jaskier’s uncertain face, his own expression unreadable, then gestures shortly for him to enter.

Jaskier does so without argument, ducking inside before the ex-soldier has a chance to close the door on him again. He places the first aid kit on the little glass table and sits, making himself smaller immediately, and Geralt feels himself relax. Seated, the man looks softer, less demanding. He notices that his face is cleaner, too, all the stubble shaved away. Geralt’s bright gaze rakes over him sitting in the wicker chair, taking in the gentleness of his posture, the frank kindness that he regards him with. Stomach still churning uneasily, Geralt notices that he is nevertheless warmed by the gaze fixed on him. He feels his own face soften from a glare into an expression of uncertainty, eyes flicking between Jaskier and the empty chair.

Jaskier makes no movement whatsoever, his body language quiet and gentle as he continues to watch Geralt in the doorway. He can feel the man’s hot golden gaze searing across him, feels the weight of his attention as he considers what to do. He is hummingly aware of how dangerous the tall man looks, his toned body alert beneath his fatigues. Despite that, he finds that he is unafraid. He slowly leans back, sweeping his hand towards the first aid kit.

“I won’t touch you if you don’t want help. I just thought you might need this.” He feels his heart constrict a little in his chest as the man obviously relaxes, uncertain expression easing. All he wants to do is stand and push the man into the chair, to lavish him with gentle affection, but he gets the sense that this could cause the man to shut down or worse, lash out. So he holds still, exquisitely still, allowing Geralt to come to his own conclusions.

Geralt relaxes as Jaskier leans back, offering him the first aid kit. He feels by turns ashamed and relieved, his throat tight and his cheeks burning. Flexing his good hand slowly, he pushes at the numbness that is trapping him, urging it to abate. Feeling begins to return to the tip of his tongue, his lips, slowly spreading until he finds himself able to move freely again. Clearing his throat, he walks to the empty wicker chair and sits without further comment. Rummaging through the first aid supplies, he pulls out what he needs in silence.

Jaskier watches as the man bends to the task of caring for his hand. When he peels the bandage off, he leans over to the side and grabs a small wastebasket from near the tea shelf. He extends the basket to Geralt, and Geralt flicks his gaze briefly to him, nodding an acknowledgement as he tosses the bandage into the bin. Then he begins to methodically clean his wounds, face tight and wooden as he wipes them clean with cotton balls soaked in soothing antiseptic.

Jaskier inspects the wounded hand from a distance as he does so, finally able to get a clear look at it for the first time since yesterday afternoon. The skin is raw and ugly around the knuckles, pitted from the impacts with the tree. His fingers are curled thickly inward, held in place by the swelling that makes his whole hand look angry and bruised. There is a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as Jaskier realizes that these are no mere abrasions that he’s looking at. Not anymore, at least; unless he’s missed his guess, Geralt’s hand looks broken.

Silence stretches as Geralt cleans, wraps, and tapes his hand. Then, he looks up and flicks his eyes to Jaskier’s for just a moment before cutting off to the side. “I need a hospital for this,” he rumbles, his deep voice cutting through the silence.

Jaskier’s thinned lips pull into a grimace of dismay and he nods, unsurprised. “There’s a hospital not far away from here. I can drive you.”

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minjoonalist · 5 years

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Predilection | Prologue

pre·di·lec·tion

noun•

a preference or special liking for something; a bias in favor of something.

“My predilection for you is going to get me trouble”

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Pairing : Jikook x Reader [Feat. Taehyung]

Words: 1.6k

Genre: Angst, eventual Smut, fluff

Warnings : explicit wording

Description: you want him, he wants you, but he also wants him, and him wants you- but him hurt you. So You hate him.

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(Currently)

Okay so maybe it wasn’t the fact that you were jealous but maybe more of the fact that you were currently stuck by yourself, watching two of the hottest guys you knew make-out heavily on the couch above just to spite you.

Your crush and his ever so wonderful boyfriend/ the man you hate most Jeon jungkook.

you were only sitting there for a good 5 minutes but it’s felt like eternity ever since you’ve turned down the two’s rare proposition for a threesome-

“Fuck…” jimin moans from up above you, when jungkook suddenly reaches down to grab his clothed cock. he noticeably deepens their kiss ,sticking his tongue deeper into silver haired boy’s mouth and while doing so… he stares tauntingly down into your eyes as if to say “this could be you”

You regret it. Boy do you regret it….

A week ago….(9:50 am)

“ you are so lucky!”

“Ugh I wish I were you”

“ what I would give to trade places with you?”

no I’m not. I wish you were too. I mean we could?

You wanted to reply to every girl that was currently congratulating you is if being bunked with park jimin and jeon jungkook were a nobel prize itself. To you it was more like they were celebrating your life sentence.

“Are you kidding me…” you sighed.

“Damn , tough luck kid”

your best friend taehyung chimes in next to you just as your professor moves on to the next housing mates of your class trip.

“ bunked with the man you would kill and the man you would kill for? Ouch”

you slump down into your seat, hoping to god that a pair of heads dont look up in your direction and it surprised you when they didn’t. Wouldn’t they want to know whose despicable soul it was that ended up intruding on their perfect chance of a get away?

You stared down to them. Your heart aching at the sight of the couple who were currently cuddled happily in their seats a few rows below.

“Tae-“

“Shhh he has yet to say my name and Im praying to the gay cupid himself that this man is in my housing…”

you scoffed at him “please, the chances of you and that man becoming house mates are a good slim to none-“ your laugh was cut off by tae’s small squeak the moment he realized just whose names were left on the list.

“ Oh my- in all the holy fucks be with me…” he suddenly gasps. Very dramatically might you add and practically crushes your tiny hand in excitement. You winced.

“ last but not least, I was left with only a pair of two and that would be both Mr. Kim taehyung and mr. Min yoongi” your professor finishes up his list. Your best friend nearly squeals in delight and which makes multiple classmates-including your crush glance in both of your directions.

The both of you blush and it mostly being tae when yoongi himself looks up at him. Tae’s eyes widen “ s-sorry” he mumbles making eye contact with everyone and finally yoongi. “ I -uh…” he trails off but never finishes only drowning in embarrassment. Everyone slowly, but eventually turns their heads away from him except yoongi himself. He sighs in relief but only to pull it back when when the man sends him a wink and sly smirk before also turning away.

“ I think my dick just fell off…” he breathes out when all was normal.

now was your cue to tease tae and tell him how much of a dweeb he was for causing all that attention and when nothing came from you, he looked worriedly your direction.

you were so frozen in your seat, you might as well have been a statue. Your breathe sticks to the inside of your lungs when a certain silver hair boy turns in his boyfriend’s arms and looks up in your direction with big curious eyes.

You swallow when they linger over tae for a moment and then snap to yours. when he notices you he then smiles up at you brightly with his perfect white teeth and gives you a silent wave. This made your heart and the lower parts of your stomach heat up uncontrollably. A strong sense of adoration and lust falling over you, but then anger, guilt and shame immediately afterwards. You put on a shy fake smile back towards him and he falls for it , turning back to the comfort of a certain raven haired asshole.

Your shy smile turns into a hard glare for your old friend jungkook, who stares forward unknowingly and not even bothering to look up at whoever cause all that noise. Not to you.

“ is there an off button for those lasers?” Tae questions you before poking your cheek with a pout. Your class had neared it’s end and you’d cease to stop glaring at over at the couple.

“Tell me, between burning alive and strangling him until you see the life leave his eyes… how much did you want to kill jungkook?” You release your vicious energy and turn towards him with sickeningly sweet smile “ how about stabbing him 33 times in the back until all the blood drained from him in various openings? “.

the both of you were making your way down your classroom’s stairs when taehyung sends you a creeped terrified look. “ that was gruesomely specific” he replied and the both of you were just getting ready to walk out when a hand touches his shoulder. he turns and you follow along, facing a cool smiled blonde. Tae lets out a pained whimper that only both you and him could hear. You snicker slightly stepping back.

“Tae- ..hyung , right?” yoongi pushes up his glasses and puts out his hand to shake. Tae only nods at him, giving a quick and soft smile. You knew without a doubt he was currently exploding inside. “ I was hoping we could discuss our living arrangements for a.. bit?” yoongi attempts, but hesitates when tae practically sends him a horrified look.

“or not?” he shakes his head and that’s when your best friend snaps out of his trance. “No!- I mean….no that’s a great idea” he then agrees , taking the boy’s hand and finally sending back a genuine smile and the two share a stare for a moment too long. You on the other hand had unnoticeably excused yourself the second he fixed himself to talk to tae.

you: heading to the café , I’ll get us a table

you managed to text tae when making your way across the huge campus. Eventually, you were just about a few feet away from the campus’s coffee shop when a familiar laugh entered your ears, making you glance behind you.

Jimin.

Oh for fucks sake….you cursed yourself when you saw the striking couple making their way towards you. Jimin, being the perfect model he was, strutted confidently under his much taller boyfriend’s arm. jungkook squeezed him closer mumbling something that only the both of them could hear and jimin had once again burst out with laughter.

You wanted to pout , it felt as if you were intruding on them and a private moment that was meant soley for the two. You turned away quickly before they could notice and continued towards the shop. Although you felt you were being as invisible as possible- what you didn’t feel was the pair of eyes that followed you the second you left.

Jimin whines into kookie’s hold “ pleaseee can we go talk to her?” he pouts wrapping his arm around kook’s waist. Jungkook’s content look , stares ahead to your walking figure and he could feel his little ball of happiness breathing up his neck “ not yet” he just replies calmly and looks down to him before pecking his lips.

Jimin frowns “but she’s so cute when shes flushed” he says and kookie looks down to him in awe when a dark look enters his eyes “I wonder how flushed she’d look under me…” .

It was kook’s turn to frown. He stopped dead in his tracks to tower over the confused looking boy. “no” he simply answered “no jimin, not her. Anyone but her” he looks at him almost desperate.

Jimin had never seen him act out this way, He was usually so well cool and well reserved. Jimin speaks “ Jeon, you asked me for a threesome and I told you that I would be the one to pick the person. Besides whats wrong with YN? Shes super sweet from what I’ve seen of her and god shes so fucking hot...” he bites his bottom lip already imagining how amazing you would look between the both of them.

Jungkook would almost blush at his boyfriend’s new behavior . Fuck what was he suppose to do? It seemed like jimin’s eyes were so set on you from the second you both waved at each in class . Yeah, jungkook saw that and it took so much in him not look up at you and see your beautiful smile. Not when he knew the second he did you would make it go away.

Jimin has never voiced his opinion on wanting someone other than him and the two had been together since senior year of highschool.

And thats when it hit him..that painful suppressed memory of your history. He had no choice he would have to tell jimin what happened, after all he only wanted to make him happy right?

“Jimin...YN she...well the girl fucking hates my guts “ he confesses.

and she has every right to...

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#bts #bangtan #jimin #jungkook #bts scenerio #bts smut #bts smut dirty #bts au #bts crack #bts angst #jikook #bts fanfc #najjoossii #bts imagine #btssmutclub

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just-another-busy-fangirl-writes · 5 years

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April 5, 2019

Feel free to tag me in ANY fics you post, and see previous weeks’ fic recs HERE

SMUT

Cupid Can Shove His Arrow Right Up His... by @bamby0304 Valentine’s day sucks when you’ve got no one to send you flowers or serenade you with sweet song. You’re in a mood, stomping around the overcrowded bunker, not caring if you kill the buzz of the couples around you. Luckily for them, however, Sam is quick to distract you.

The Fun Side of Grave Desecration by @crispychrissy Digging up bones is no fun. Until you and Dean have some time to kill.

The Professional by @kittenofdoomage You’re a trained assassin who pursued hunting after you left the military. On a hunt, you encounter the Winchesters and that’s when things get interesting…

10 Minutes by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid You and Jared have 10 minutes until Sam and Ruby have to be back on set.

FLUFF

Worth a Shot by @babypieandwhiskey Reader gets injured during a hunt, Dean fixes her up, feelings get involved. (pre-smut)

Thunder Thighs by @cherry3point14 You’re visiting your friend Jody when two flannel-clad brutes come storming in the door, both bleeding and needing help. You help the shorter one with stitches to his thigh. When Jody and Sam walk in to check on you guys, they were not expecting to find you like that! (on the verge of smut, but not there yet)

Inked Up by @evansrogerskitten Dean most definitely, not at all, really doesn’t, have a crush.

Hey, New Guy by @fictionalabyss Dean got a summer job as a lifeguard. It doesn’t go as planned.

An Unexpected Epiphany by @hannahindie Sam and Dean spend some time with the Jody and Donna at Jody’s house.

SERIES

End of the World by @a-winchester-fairytale In 2009, Dean, Sam, and you agree to go your separate ways in order to protect each other, and the fate of the planet. Now it is 2014 and the world has changed forever thanks to the Croatoan virus infecting most of the population. Those left behind are forced to fight for survival, desperate to hold onto the hope that all is not lost.

Love is a Broken Balloon in the Park by lily rose (on AO3) Watching Dean get fucked is a full-time obsession for Sam.

Curiosity by MsImpala67 (on AO3) Jensen runs the brewery that supplies Jared's bar. That's as far as their relationship goes, since Jared's oblivious to Jensen's perfection and Jensen is straight. But when Jensen confides in Jared that he may not actually be straight, Jared eagerly volunteers to help him figure it out. Everything about their arrangement is great- great sex, no responsibilities, no worries. But how long can that last? And how long can they enjoy sleeping together before someone develops feelings?

When The Lights Go Out by @purpleskiesandcherrypies She met Dean before all of this started. Before they had to fight for their lives or end up dead. Before Sam said yes to Lucifer.

One Small Step by @sandymg (on AO3) Jared has had a secret crush for months. But it’s not like publishing genius and gay activist Jensen Ackles is going to notice the tall, weird guy pushing the mail cart. So when Jared’s best friend and Jensen’s assistant, Sandy, tells him that Jensen is getting married in one month to a fellow activist – something about being the first gay couple to get married in the state – Jared knows some things just aren’t meant to be. And now Sandy is insisting that Jared help her plan the wedding. She thinks it’s a good idea. Jared thinks she’s nuts. Because the only thing this could lead to is heartbreak. Right?

#laura's fic recommendations

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a-mirror-of-memories · 5 years

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Male Marinette/Female ladybug Au (I still need a name)

Continuation of this

I changed the reason why Marin turn into a female heroine. It wasn’t because the earrings could only create female ladybugs (Tikki and Master Fu aren’t monsters) but because sometime between Micazoloyin (the only known male ladybug) and the destruction of the Order the miraculous was cursed, and since Marin is the first male Ladybug miraculous holder since the Aztec hero no one noticed that there was something wrong.

The curse stated that since everyone thought that the spotted heroine was a sweet, strong and brave girl, then that’s the way everyone would see her.

The first time he transformed the biggest surprise wasn’t the suit or even the new powers; no, the biggest surprise for Marin was the fact that he had become she. Only the urgent of the situation was able to make him leave his room and face the akuma, and only because there was no other option he was willing to become Ladybug one more time. The promise of protect Paris was made in the heat of the moment and when he realized that it would meant that he would have to keep turning into a girl with every transformation it was too late to take it back. He refused to let Chat Noir face Hawkmoth and his akumas all alone, not when he could do something about it.

Neither Tikki nor Fu would have chosen him if they knew what it would mean for his life. Tikki apologized over and over again when she realized what her miraculous was doing to his body; it breaks her heart seeing such smart, sweet and caring boy, who was such an amazing hero even with the awful of his circumstances, slowly crump under the pressure that she had unconsciously put over him.

When he saw what the miraculous did to him Master Fu cursed the spirits of his masters for the first time on his long life and tried to take the miraculous back. However Marin refused, telling him that he had made a promise to protect Paris and that he wasn’t going to let his partner face the akumas alone, that he could take the weight of the Ladybug mantle.

Seeing that there was no way to make change his mind Fu relinquished, after telling Marin that he could always change his mind if he ever felt that the weight of the miraculous was starting to become too much. Meanwhile, he would start searching for ways to fix the earrings and would tell them as soon as he found anything. There was no way that he would stay as a mere observer on this occasion.

As Ladybug Marin’s more shy and self-conscious outside of the akuma battles and rarely gave interviews other than for the Ladyblog, and even those are spare.

He’s really fond of Chat Noir and admits, if only to himself, that if he hasn’t met Adrien then maybe he would see his partner with other eyes if not for the fact that he’s constantly flirting with his female version.

Chat’s constantly trying to reassure ‘her’ that ‘she’ is an amazing ‘heroine’ and that Paris would be lost without ‘her’. That ‘she’ is loved and that everyone wanted to be just like ‘her’. Marin just smile, don’t letting him see how his words only keep hurting him.

Before becoming Ladybug the only people who knew that Marin was gay were his parents and two of his classmates:

Juleka. He told her after she accidentally came out as lesbian when they were working in a project on her home and her mom (who didn’t knew either) keep commenting on what a cute couple they made. He got in Luka good side for supporting his sister and making her feel more comfortable about her sexuality.

Chloé. She overhears him saying something incriminating when they were eleven; however she keeps the secret and didn’t told anyone, not even Sabrina, or ever tried to use said information against him. Not even when she noticed his crush on Adrien she threatened him with telling everyone about Marin’s sexuality. According to her it wasn’t her business and if he wanted to tell anyone then he should do it himself.

After he told Alya, she started telling other people trying to show him that everyone supported him and that there was nothing wrong with being gay (even if he never believe so). She told his parents (who already knew), her parents and Nora, the girls of the class (except Chloé and Sabrina), Nino, Ivan, Kim, Max and Nathaniel. Marin refused to speak to her for a week when he learned what she did and she insisted that she did it for his good and that she didn’t tell Adrien so it shouldn’t be a problem.

One of the only (not good, there was nothing good on his situation) upsides on turning into a different gender was the fact that Alya, and anyone who tried to learn his identity, was looking for a blue haired girl, not a blue haired boy so he didn’t freak out so much when Alya started talking about having a new clue about her identity (the book incident was a close call, but Marin was already planning on telling her that he loss it somewhere and the spotted heroine probably was trying to giving him back).

Marin came out to his parents lest than a week before he got the earrings, Tom and Sabine had never being more proud of their son courage. Every year during June they have special recipes like rainbow cakes and others to support Pride.

Plagg keep a list labeled FOR ADRIEN’S BISEXUAL PANIC in which he wrote down every time he caught his holder looking, dreaming and/or gushing about other guys (Marin made almost the totality of said list).

When he realized his sexuality at first Marin felt really nervous at the idea of changing in front of other boys for gym class (believing that he would embarrass himself or stare at one of them for too long, making them uncomfortable) so he started leaving the second they were dismissed from class and changing at lighting speed, so he would have finished before the rest hit the lockers room. He relaxed after a few weeks, only to start again when Adrien joined the class.

Adrien didn’t see anything wrong with that, he simply thought that his new friend was body shy (months later right after an akuma attack, when the brunette was too tired to care Adrien was the one who keep staring at his friend naked back when he took off his shirt until Nino called his name for the third time. Plagg added it to his list).

Since Marin’s still a cinnamon roll more than a few girls ended with a crush on him. Only three of them harbored enough resentment towards him after he rejected them to be akumatized.

Chat brought him to safety in those occasions and jokingly called him a heartbreaker. Chat Noir learned that his friend was gay because the third time that happened Marin was so frustrated that he actually yelled “Why this keep happening? I don’t even like girls!!”

After the akuma was purified the superhero landed on his balcony to reassure him that he didn’t think differently of him for his sexuality and that he thought that Marin was really an amazing person.

Concerning some specific episodes (some not in the same order):

Animan: Nino had a crush on Alya and thought that she and Marin were dating.

The Pharaoh: Marin was already thinking on an excuse for why Ladybug had his book when the akuma appeared.

Evilustrador: Chat Noir started thinking that Ladybug was in love with Marin because she said that he was ‘really cute’.

Horrificator: No change, Adrien had no problem with kissing another guy in screen (And yet Marin still believes that Adrien’s straight).

Dark Cupid: when he learned that Adrien had a crush in Ladybug Marin got sad. Of course he would like the fake version of him, the perfect girl that everyone loved.

Volpina: Marin almost have a breakdown when he saw the picture of Micazoloyin in the Miraculous book, until that moment he thought that all the other Ladybug holders had looked like females. (Tikki, he’s a guy. He’s a Ladybug but he’s also a guy. Why did he look like a guy? Why couldn’t I be like him?)

Riposte & Frozer: After Riposte Kagami thought that Adrien was bisexual while Marin was straight, in Frozer when she saw him in a ‘date’ with another guy she got mad at him for playing with the blond’s heart like that.

Glaciator: During the balcony scene Marin actually confessed to Chat that he was seriously thinking on giving up on his crush, that there was no way he would be able to make him fall in love with him when he only liked girls (Plagg was forced to endure his rant when they came back home about what kind of idiot would NOT fall in love with Marin Dupain-Cheng if they meet him. He added it to his list).

Sandboy: Marin worst fear wasn’t Adrien but Ladybug, a Ladybug who keeps telling him that everybody preferred her over him and that he should just give up and stay as a girl forever.

Chameleon: Lila also threatened Marin on telling Adrien that he was gay and how disgusted he would be with him for that.

Weredad: Marin tripped and ended in his partner arms, his dad saw that and thought they were about to kiss. That Sunday consisted on Marin trying to explain his dad AND Chat that it was all a misunderstanding and that he wasn’t in love with the superhero. Tom got akumatized because he noticed that when the cat themed hero said that he was in love with Ladybug his son looked away with a pained expression (It hurt him see his beloved partner so deeply in love of someone who doesn’t really existed).

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katrinawritesthings · 5 years

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Jonghyun/Taemin; kissies; R

here it is... Jonghyun getting kisses on every single part of him body

shout out to my Kissie Jonghyun Challenge!!!

“You don’t know how to read palms,” Jonghyun says, but he gives Taemin his hand anyway, nuzzling his cheek into Taemin’s shoulder to see better. Taemin holds Jonghyun’s hand, hums wisely, runs his fingers over all of the lines that he doesn’t understand in the slightest, and brings it up close to his face to squint at.

“Sure I do,” he says. He brings Jonghyun’s hand even closer and presses a tiny kiss to the muscle of his thumb. “This line means you’re real gay,” he says.

When the heater finally turns off, Jonghyun stands up and folds his blankie cape more securely around his shoulders before he steps away from the ground vent and back to Taemin on the couch. Taemin opens his arms to let him into his lap, to let him nestle under his chin, warm, almost too warm with all of his blanket-absorbed heat, but wanted either way. When Jonghyun yawns into his neck Taemin drops a soft kiss to the top of his head, resting his cheek there after as Jonghyun hums and presses himself as close as possible to his chest.

They’re walking down the street together and Taemin should be paying attention to where he’s walking but all he can pay attention to is the back of Jonghyun’s head. He's wearing a snapback and the tuft of hair of hair that pokes out of the hole in the back is too cute to ignore. When Jonghyun stops to press up against the window of a pet store to look at puppies, Taemin stops behind him and presses up against his back. He nuzzles into Jonghyun's little fuzzy growth of hair. It's soft against his mouth and he says “mwah” loud enough for Jonghyun to hear it as he kisses it before he leans away.

Jonghyun’s hair is parted to the side, pushed back from his forehead, gelled up into a suave little flip. Taemin knows that whenever Jonghyun does his hair like this he’s feeling charming and classy and mature, and he should be acting all swoony and fluttery and flustered by him, but he’s too distracted by the fuzzy curve of his hairline, so cute and even. When Jonghyun slings his arm possessively around Taemin’s shoulder and turns to him to call him “babe” in front of all of the people he’s mingling with at this party, Taemin interrupts whatever else he was going to say by leaning up and kissing at his hairline. It ruins the effect Jonghyun was going for when he pouts, but it makes him look adorable, which isn’t bad either.

Taemin yawns into his hand as he shuffles out of the bathroom, navigating his way back into the bedroom in the 3am darkness. When he gets there, in the dim light of their nightlight, he sees Jonghyun’s big eyes looking at him, just his eyes and forehead and soft brown hair peeping out from the covers.

“Taemie,” Jonghyun whispers.

“What?” Taemin asks, flumping into bed and getting under the blankies, eyes already closed. Jonghyun wiggles closer to him.

“Kissie,” Jonghyun demands.

“Okay,” Taemin says. He slips his arm over Jonghyun and sleepily smooches the center of his forehead. Jonghyun wiggles happily and tucks himself under Taemin’s chin.

Jonghyun is frustrated, annoyed, angry at some tiny thing he’s working on on his laptop, and Taemin can tell because there’s the telling little furrow between his eyebrows, a wrinkling of his golden skin. It’s adorable, extremely kissable, and Taemin scoots his chair around the kitchen table so he can be right next to Jonghyun. When he puts his hand on Jonghyun’s cheek Jonghyun glances at him; when he leans forward and presses his lips gently right between his eyes, Jonghyun scowls.

“Dude, gross,” he grumbles, wiping his head with his sleeve, but after he pushes Taemin away he slips his arm around his waist and holds him close.

“Hmm,” Taemin hums after watching Jonghyun spend ten minutes carefully penciling and brushing his eyebrows to look even more perfectly thick and dark than they usually are. He leans forward at Jonghyun’s questioning hum and kisses his right brow. When he comes away there’s powder and makeup on his lips and he groans, scrunches up his face, and looks for something to wipe it off with.

“What did you expect?” Jonghyun asks, voice an incredulous laugh as he turns back to the mirror to fix his brow.

Taemin knows that Jonghyun is practising, is very intent and focused on working his way through this song before he has to record it and send it off for some boyband to buy from him, but he also knows that he himself is very intent and focused on the little veins that show up in Jonghyun’s temples when he sings a specific note. He’s with him to watch all of his audio levels and mess with the little knobbie dealies on his soundboard, but he takes his attention from them for just a moment to gently place his lips on Jonghyun’s left temple. The next line that Jonghyun sings is softer and breathier than usual.

Taemin doesn’t know what it is about the outer corners of Jonghyun’s eyes that is so adorable. Maybe it’s the way he does his eyeliner, brings it out to the tiniest, softest point. Maybe it’s when he does his eyeshadow heavier on the bottom corner so it all pops just a little more cutely. Maybe it’s just the way his eyes taper naturally that’s just a tiny bit more cute than everyone else’s. Whatever it is, Taemin misses Jonghyun’s little corner-eye-jewels phase, so he takes it upon himself to place two tiny kisses there instead.

“Can I be really gay for a second?” Taemin asks, chin in his hand, eyes fixed on Jonghyun’s pretty lashes. Jonghyun glances up at him with his pretty eyes.

“As many seconds as you want,” he grins. Taemin smiles back, putting his hand on his shoulder to turn Jonghyun away from the stove and face him.

“Close your eyes?” he asks, and when Jonghyun does, he leans forward and pecks two of his tiniest, softiest kissies, one to each of Jonghyun’s pretty eyelids.

“Oh my gosh,” Jonghyun whispers.

“Your eyes are really pretty. Nice and brown..”

“Thanks.”

“Can I kiss your eyeball?”

“Do not. Even attempt to put your lips on my eyeball.”

“Can you pretend I did and it wasn’t gross?”

“Yeah.”

Jonghyun gets bags under his eyes sometimes, when his insomnia doesn’t let him sleep as well as he should. Taemin lays in his lap and looks up at them, dark, puffy squishes of skin, and is mildly sad to see them, but he also has to admit that they’re pretty cute. He lifts his hand up around Jonghyun’s neck, tugging him away from whatever he was watching on the tv. Jonghyun glances down at him and puckers up his lips expectantly. When Taemin pulls him down even further and leans up, sticking his own lips out and reaching, he puts his hand on Taemin’s wrist.

“What are you--?” he says, and then he scrunches his eyes closed as Taemin gets even closer, and then Taemin presses a tiny peck to his lower eyelid. Taemin lets go and nestles back into Jonghyun’s lap as Jonghyun looks blankly down at him and mouths “what the fuck.”

Jonghyun’s nose really is the cutest in the whole world, Taemin thinks. He’s supposed to be watching the movie--he spent eleven bucks on the ticket and he’s the one that wanted to see it in the first place--but he’s just sitting here, looking at Jonghyun next to him, appreciating his side profile. His nose is sooo cute and soft and round and adorable.

“Do you think,” Jonghyun whispers, leaning towards him quietly. “That capitalism man is the one--what?” He glances away from the movie once to catch Taemin’s eyes, and then again in a doubletake when he realizes Taemin was already staring at him. To answer, Taemin leans forward and kissies the tip of his nose.

Taemin feels like, in the midst of everyone always talking about his philtrum, no one ever remembers Jonghyun’s or how lovely it is. The soft little dip of skin from his nose to his lip, how it forms his cupid’s bow into not exactly a point, but not a smooth curve either, how it’s just a little bit wider at the bottom than the top. At the moment, Jonghyun is giggling and tracing Taemin’s square cupid’s bow with a fond finger. Taemin takes his wrist to gently tug his hand away so he can lean forward and pucker his lips just enough to smek the tiny space above Jonghyun’s upper lip.

Jonghyun’s top lip is so cute, delicate, a pretty pretty shape and ends that taper down to tuck into the corners of his mouth. The faint line in the middle is especially adorable, a lovely little half-centimeter that Taemin always wants to kiss. As Jonghyun shuffles up to him, tiny smile pointed up as he asks for a kiss, Taemin leans in and starts it so he can do just that. He gets Jonghyun’s top lip between his and gives it the fondest peck, and then another, and then a third before he focuses on kissing Jonghyun properly.

“No I don't want to sign in,” Taemin grumbles at his phone. He can't sign in; he doesn't have an Instagram, he just lurks on Jonghyun’s Instagram every couple of days to see what he's been up to. Today, apparently he's been up to taking one of those sets of four pictures where he just smiles big at the camera wearing a cute hat. Taemin’s hat, Taemin realizes, squinting at the plastic monster teeth that hang down from the brim of it. He was wondering where that went.

He also wonders, as he looks at the pictures and at Jonghyun’s teeth, if it would be weird to want to kiss them. They’re all bright and pretty in his mouth, slightly uneven, sharp and pointy. He decides, as he taps on the picture to zoom in on Jonghyun’s teeth and bites his own lip, that it's not weird, because he's not weird, obviously, anything that he wants to do isn't weird at all, and even if it was weird, he doesn't care. He sticks his leggy up really far and uses it as leverage to help him roll off of the couch before he sets off through the house in search of Jonghyun.

He finds him in the bedroom, crouched down at the foot of the bed to gently poke at Roo’s sleeping side. If it's almost puppy snuggle time then Taemin has to act quick.

“Hey,” he says. Jonghyun turns to look up at him with an inquisitive hum. Taemin crouches down next to him, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. “Smile?” he asks. Jonghyun tilts his head, then gives Taemin a small, confused, closed lip smile. Taemin shakes his head. “No, like, big smile,” he says. “Please,” he adds. Jonghyun gives him a big smile, teeth and all, and Taemin smiles himself as he rocks himself forward to extend his lips out and peck his teeth.

“Hey,” Jonghyun says, and his entire voice sounds like one big smirk, and Taemin scowls at the tv as he watches Jonghyun’s character completely kick his character’s ass for the seventh time in a row.

“What?” he snaps, grumpy. He can feel Jonghyun wiggling next to him, nudging him with his elbow.

“Mlehhh,” he says, and when Taemin looks over, Jonghyun is poking his tongue out at him. He wants to be grumpy, wants to huff and shove his shoulder and be offended at how happy Jonghyun is to be wrecking him, but all he can feel is soft at his cute little round pink tongue. He leans forward and presses a smooch to it and then, while Jonghyun drops his controller into his lap to put his face in his hands and giggle, Taemin takes the opportunity to win at least one round of their game.

Jonghyun has this habit when he’s thinking of touching his bottom lip. He runs his fingers over it, he nibbles it endlessly, he pushes it with his thumb. Taemin doesn’t know what he’s thinking about as he writes in his notebook and reads it over and over, but he’s been thinking about it for a while and he should probably take a break. Taemin pulls up his rolly chair and scoots right next to Jonghyun, bumping into his chair on purpose just to make him look up. When he does, his thumb still squishes his lower lip. Taemin takes his hand, laces their fingers together, cups Jonghyun’s face with his free hand, and leans forward to connect their lips, sandwiching Jonghyun’s bottom one between his in a slow kiss. Jonghyun hesitates, just for a second, before he drops his pen to slip his hand around Taemin’s neck.

The little upturn of Jonghyun’s bottom lip, the little curve, is something that Taemin always finds his eyes drawn to. He looked it up once and learned that it’s called a teardrop, and ever since then he’d wondered what it’s there for, what it’s evolutionary purpose is, and why Jonghyun’s is so incredibly attractive to him. He still doesn't know the answers to any of those questions, but he does know that he loves gently brushing his thumb over Jonghyun’s lip and pecking tiny kissies to the bottom of it.

When Jonghyun smiles just right at just the right angle, the corners of his lips disappear behind his cheeks, and Taemin thinks it’s utterly adorable. And when he’s not smiling and is just sitting with a neutral face, the corners of his lips curve up just a tiny bit into a natural smile, which is also utterly adorable. And sometimes, Jonghyun does this thing where he pulls the corners of his lips back, flattening out his mouth to judge someone or to figure out a problem, and they look like two tiny little dips at the corners of his mouth, which is, again, utterly adorable.

Taemin loves the corners of his lips all the time, at every moment, and especially now, when Jonghyun is sat in Taemin’s lap, eyes closed, foreheads pressed together, just chilling, and Taemin can see their tiny smiley curve up close. He tilts his head and shifts just enough that he can press his lips to the corner of Jonghyun’s.

When Jonghyun sweats, it makes his cheekbones stand out that much more, a natural shine, a natural highlight on his skin, making them look sharp and strong in his face. Taemin knows they’re in a public gym and Jonghyun likes to focus on his workouts, but still, when Jonghyun finishes a tricep rep, lowers the weights down, and leans back for a moment to catch his breath, Taemin leans down and quickly smooches the apple of his cheek. Jonghyun blinks, then looks at him with an amused little smirk, still breathing hard.

“Irresistible, I know,” he says.

Jonghun comes in through the front door, smiley and giggly after a morning out with his friends, and Taemin waves from where he’s slouched on the couch playing video games. Jonghyun smiles even wider when he sees and his cheeks get so round, so cute and squishy, filled up with the weight he’d been gaining lately since he’s been less stressed. He flounces over to slouch on the couch next to Taemin and the first thing Taemin does is press a big slobbery kiss right to his cheek. Jonghyun doesn’t even grumble as he wipes his cheek on Taemin’s shoulder.

Jonghyun is humming to himself in that way he does when he’s shaving and doesn’t want to accidentally cut himself by actually singing, so Taemin enters the bathroom carefully so he doesn’t startle him. Jonghyun glances at him over his shoulder, smiles, and goes back to his work, leaning close to the mirror and carefully pulling the tiniest razor down the side of his face. Taemin moves to squeeze passed him so he can grab his toothbrush, then pauses and looks closer at what Jonghyun is doing.

He’s got shaving cream spread over his sideburns, but instead of shaving a clean line, he’s busy trying to delicately shave a V shape into them. Taemin looks at the floor and laughs softly. He forgot Jonghyun shaped his sideburns into cute little points like this. When Jonghyun lowers his razor to the sink to rinse it off, Taemin leans over and pecks the very tip of his carefully styled hair.

Taemin is feeling smoochy, and he needs to find something to smooch immediately. He already has a target--Jonghyun, standing innocently in front of the toaster to watch his bread brown up--and he just needs to find the perfect spot. After a few moments of blatant staring, he finds it: the tiny, tiny little mole just in front of Jonghyun’s left ear. It’s so faint that it usually gets covered up by his makeup, but now Taemin takes his chance and swoops in to cup Jonghyun’s face in his hands and triumphantly press his smoochiest smooch to the little dot. When he tries to pull away, Jonghyun gets his arms around his waist and holds him close so he can hide his face in his shoulder.

Ears are so delicate and pretty and detailed. Or maybe that’s just Jonghyun’s. Or maybe it’s all ears, but Taemin is just especially fascinated by Jonghyun’s, at all of the little cartilage bits and dips and curves, extra pretty and adorable because they’re attached to someone he loves. They’re driving somewhere, Jonghyun focused on the road behind the wheel, so Taemin waits patiently until they hit a red light before reaching over and tugging on Jonghyun’s sleeve.

“Hey, this is maybe kinda weird, but,” he says, and leans over the center console to press a kiss directly to Jonghyun’s ear.

“Yeah, that was weird,” Jonghyun mumbles at him, “but you’re cute.”

Jonghyun has a mole inside his left ear. Taemin isn't sure how it escaped his notice for so long but one day while they're just sitting together watching TV he glances over and notices it, little and brown, inside Jonghyun's ear just at the top fold of cartilage under the shell. It fascinates him but not as much as the show so he waits until commercial to actually lift his hand and rub his thumb gently over it. Jonghyun shivers but before he can ask Taemin what he's doing Taemin leans in, extends his lips, and presses the tiniest smooch to his little mole.

Jonghyun’s scarf is so big and poofy that all Taemin can see of him from behind is his hair and the very tips of his ears, blushed pink from the cold. Taemin slips up behind him, wrapping him up in his arms as he makes a tiny ooh of surprise, and lowers his lips once to both ears in two little kissies. He says “mwah” each time and Jonghyun’s ears blush all the way from light pink to a deep red.

Taemin sleepily watches the commercials play on the tv, arm around Jonghyun’s shoulders, their heads leaning together. Jonghyun plays on his phone while they wait for their show to come back on. He shifts to get comfy and his ear brushes Taemin’s cheek. Looking away from the tv, Taemin shifts so he can nuzzle in behind Jonghyun’s ear and press a soft kiss to the shell of it. When Jonghyun doesn’t acknowledge him, he pokes his tongue out and wiggles it against the same spot, and then grins wide and feigns ignorance when Jonghyun shudders and whines at him.

The image of a piercing sliding out of an earlobe is strange, and not one that Taemin particularly likes, but it’s still fun to sit here on Jonghyun’s vanity and watch him dejewel himself for the night. When Jonghyun finishes with one ear Taemin reaches over to touch his lobe gently, to rub his thumb over the tiny hole, to feel the softness of his skin. It makes him feel soft on the inside so he bends forward and keeps one finger on the back of Jonghyun’s earlobe so he can press the softest kissie to it.

It’s one of the rare times Taemin has woken up before Jonghyun and he’s taking advantage of that by lying lazily behind him, eyes just barely cracked open, and delicately tracing the loopy lines of the tiny tattoo behind his right ear. He follows the letters with his finger, trying to convince himself that he can feel a difference between the ink and the skin. Before long, Jonghyun shifts sleepily and mumbles something incoherent, half turning to peer blearily at Taemin over his shoulder. Taemin shifts forward and touches his lips to Jonghyun’s tattoo, and then, for good measure, to the little mole that sits just behind it. Jonghyun mumbles something else and shifts to press his face into the pillows.

When Jonghyun turns away from him to say something to Kibum on his other side, Taemin’s eyes are drawn straight to the round corner of his jaw. Soft skin over hard bone; he always wants to touch and boop it but Jonghyun always gets tickly there. Glancing around at everyone else around their little breakfast diner table, he slips his arm around Jonghyun’s shoulders and presses a kiss there anyway. Jonghyun can’t get grumbly at him because he’s too busy blushing at the public affection, which was what Taemin planned.

“Ooh. Ahh. Ohh.”

Taemin looks up from his phone when Jonghyun suddenly starts making dramatic little noises next to him in bed. He’s doing dramatic little poses with each noise too: he sticks his leggie out, he crosses it dramatically over his other knee, he drapes one arm over his forehead and throws Taemin a flirty little smile.

“Sexy,” he purrs, trailing his hand down his face. “Dramatique.” He angles his head to present his jawline, sharp and straight and pronounced. “Gorgeous,” he smiles, fluttering his fingers along his jaw. Taemin muffles a small laugh into his hand, then leans forward and gives a warm kiss to the center of his jawline. Immediately Jonghyun stops his dramatics and just wiggles himself under Taemin’s arm, heart and flower emojis almost visible over his head.

“Mmm,” he hums happily.

Jonghyun’s chin is doing that cute thing it does where he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and it smooths into one smooth curve from his lip to his neck. His eyebrows are furrowed, though, and he looks grumpy as he looks at himself in the bathroom mirror and pokes at a spot on his cute chin. Taemin flushes his pee down the toilet and gently bumps Jonghyun away from the sink so he can wash his hands.

“What?” he asks as he does so. Jonghyun glances at him in the mirror, then points insistently at a little white bump on his chin.

“A blemish,” he sighs.

“Hmm,” Taemin hums. He looks over Jonghyun’s chin; tiny pimple or not, it’s still cute. He leans forward and pecks a kiss directly to the pimple and when Jonghyun sighs at him, wipes his wet hands on his jeans.

They’re chilling with some friends at the river and Jonghyun invited himself into Taemin’s lap some time ago, so Taemin is just holding him, cheek resting against his neck, and dozing off while Jonghyun talks. At some point Jonghyun leans away from him to reach for someone else. He keeps one arm around Taemin’s neck to hold himself and Taemin blearily blinks his eyes open, looking up. All he can really see of Jonghyun from this angle is the underside of his chin, the little pouch of squish outlined by his jaw. He tilts his head up, pecks Jonghyun’s skin lightly, and tugs him close again to nuzzle back into.

Taemin can’t fathom what about walking around the mall always makes Jonghyun so thirsty but he is absolutely going to town on a big water bottle that he just bought from a vending machine. Every time he swallows his adam’s apple bobs, up and down his neck, not big, but still noticeable, a soft round lump in his throat. Taemin waits for him to finish inhaling half of the bottle and to take a breath before he ducks down a little to press a smile to it. Jonghyun giggles, breaths heavy, and ruffles his hand through Taemin’s hair fondly.

Jonghyun is in a big fancy recording booth, belting out lines to some demo track he’s been working on, and Taemin is sleepily sitting on a couch outside, watching the thick vein on his neck every time it appears. Each time Jonghyun finishes he sips some water and talks to the music tech nerds that are actually monitoring and recording him and the vein disappears, but Taemin has its location memorized in his brain. When Jonghyun finally finishes recording and steps out of the booth, smiling softly and thanking everyone there, Taemin slips up to carry his bags for him and take him out to get hot chocolate before they go home. He also slips up to wrap Jonghyun up in a one-armed hug and press a kiss to his neck where his vein is hiding under the skin.

The side of Jonghyun’s neck is one of the places that Taemin kisses the most, largely in part due to how Jonghyun always sits himself down in between Taemin’s legs. It gives Taemin the perfect opportunity to tilt his head and press his lips to Jonghyun’s neck, to pepper slow little kisses up and down his golden skin. When he’s not kissing he’s nuzzling, nosing into his soft skin and feeling the tiny fuzzy hairs on the surface. Jonghyun scrunches his shoulders, giggling at his light touches, so Taemin smiles apologetically against him and goes back to his warm, firm kisses.

When Taemin slowly runs the electric razor up the back of Jonghyun’s neck on the right side, the inch or so of hair that falls away reveals the two little moles that live there. He smiles at them as he lets the hair fall to the floor between them. Two little friends. He brushes more tiny pieces of hair off of Jonghyun’s skin quickly before leaning down and gently kissing each one. Jonghyun looks down to blush and put his face in his hands, so Taemin uses the angle to better finish shaving down his undercut for him.

Taemin leans on the wall next to the pickup counter of the coffeeshop, waiting for their drinks with one hand in Jonghyun’s butt pocket and the other on the back of his head. He rubs his thumb lazily over the curve of Jonghyun’s hairline, the cute little rounded nape that separates his undercut from his neck. It looks like a cozy place to place a kiss, so he does just that, pressing his lips to Jonghyun’s skin and making the tiniest smek noise. Jonghyun shivers at the touch, whole body wiggling.

There’s a small pale circle on the back of Jonghyun’s neck, under his hairline but higher than his shoulders, and a little to the right, and Taemin has never been able to tell what it is, for all that it’s been there for as long as he can remember. He figures it’s a scar, but if that’s the case, he can’t for the life of him figure out what causes a scar like this. He watches Jonghyun rummaging in a drawer for something, and when he straightens up, steps behind him to hold him in place for a second.

“What’s the white dot on your neck from?” he asks. Jonghyun glances at him over his shoulder, confused.

“What white dot?” he asks. Taemin puts his finger on it, then moves his finger down slightly when Jonghyun reaches back to feel for himself. “Huh,” Jonghyun says. “I don’t know.”

“Hmm,” Taemin hums. Oh well. He dips his head to kiss it anyway because it’s cute.

No matter how long it’s been since Jonghyun got his Poet | Artist tattoo, seeing it on the back of his neck always makes Taemin pause and smile. He’s rubbing suntan lotion over Jonghyun’s weak baby skin so he doesn’t burn to a crisp at the beach, and when he gets to the tattoo, he takes his time in smoothing the cream into him. Then he lowers his head and carefully kisses each letter, all ten of them, plus the line in the center, and smiles against the back of his neck when he hears Jonghyun whispering “oh my fucking gosh.”

“Taem.”

Jonghyun is pouting; Taemin can hear it in his voice before he even looks up to see it on his lips. He’s pouting as he shuffles up to Taemin, hands on either side of his neck where it meets his shoulders. Taemin rolls his eyes fondly. He made such a big deal earlier about how he was buff and strong and didn’t get sore from one workout, and now here he is.

“Taem, I’m sore,” Jonghyun pouts, leaning into Taemin’s chest. Taemin doesn’t tease him and just turns him around, gently shooing his hands away to replace them with his own. He gives Jonghyun a little massage, rubbing his muscles gently but firmly. As he works, he appreciates the smooth skin, the pretty curve from neck to shoulder. Eventually he can’t resist anymore and stops his massage to press a few slow, warm kisses to Jonghyun’s skin. Jonghyun hums and shifts closer, so Taemin assumes that the gesture is appreciated.

When Jonghyun walks back into the living room from the hallway, Taemin notices a speck of dirt on the right side of his neck. He reaches up when Jonghyun walks in front of him on the couch to get it for him. He rubs it with his thumb, but it doesn’t come off; frowning and tugging Jonghyun to bend down so he can look closer, he sees that it’s not dirt but just a tiny little brown dot on his skin.

“Oh,” he says.

“What?” Jonghyun asks. He tries to look down at it, chin all scrunched up in his neck. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Taemin says. He leans forward and smooches the dot before letting Jonghyun go. Jonghyun looks at him for a moment, confused, before realization dawns on him and he puts his thumb right on it.

“Oh, my little mole?” he asks, a broad smile on his lips. “Yeah, she’s cute. Kiss her again.” He shuffles forward, practically smothering Taemin’s face with his neck, until Taemin laughs and gives him another kiss.

Jonghyun was laying on Taemin’s chest, but now he pushes himself up on his elbows to lean over him and reach for something on the table next to the couch. Taemin looks blandly up at his neck right in front of his face, at the hollow of it framed by the long muscles under his skin. It’s a deep little cave, strangely beautiful, in some anatomy appreciation kind of way, and before Jonghyun can move away Taemin lifts his head up to drop a kiss in there.

Taemin loves Jonghyun’s chest mole, but not as much as Jonghyun loves it. He’s always wearing low cut shirts, vnecks, open jackets, just so everyone can see and admire it, and when he notices people looking he always smiles a few notches wider. Taemin feels like it’s spoiling Jonghyun, a little, to kissie it, but he loves Jonghyun and he loves spoiling him, so he makes sure to always swoop in and kiss the cute little dot whenever Jonghyun presents it to the world.

Jonghyun’s collarbones are so pretty, jutting out from his chest as he sits on the other side of the table at this restaurant. Taemin is trying to focus on the conversation everyone else is having, he really is, but he’s just. So distracted. They look so good. Taemin makes an impulse decision and gets up out of his seat, tugs on Minho’s wrist until he gets out of the booth, and then takes his place next to Jonghyun. Everyone is staring at him in confusion now so it’s easy for him to tuck himself under Jonghyun’s chin and smooch down the line of one collarbone and then up the other. When he’s done, Jonghyun is giggling into his hands and Minho is calling him gay, both of which he appreciates greatly.

When Taemin comes out of the bathroom after his morning pee, Jonghyun is still sitting up in bed, rubbing his face and trying to wake up. Taemin thinks it's pretty admirable of him to actually get up and start his day when he wakes up, because right now he's heading right back into bed to sleep for another hour. Before he does, he glances over Jonghyun’s shirtless torso to look for someplace to kiss. His eyes fall on Jonghyun’s left trap muscle, between his neck and shoulder, and the little brown mole placed delicately in the center near the back. Cute. As he pulls the covers up and sits down under them, he gently hugs Jonghyun from behind and drops a little kissy onto his mole before he lies all the way down and pulls the blankies over his head. He feels Jonghyun just as gently pat his shoulder in thanks.

Jonghyun’s shoulders are nice, and warm, and solid under Taemin’s hands. Warm and round and soft, thick babely muscle. Hell yeah. Technically it’s all definition and not a lot of mass, but that’s Jonghyun’s goal when he goes to the gym anyway, and he’s still strong enough to pick Taemin up whenever he wants, so who cares.

“Hey,” Jonghyun says, glancing at him over one shoulder. “Are you done feeling me up?” he asks. “I gotta actually get into the shower.” He gestures at the shower running in front of him, which he started a minute or two ago before he undressed and Taemin caught sight of his shoulders in the mirror while he was rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Taemin hums, hands still rubbing warm circles over Jonghyun’s shoulders, and then leans down to press a smooch to each.

“For now,” he says, pushing Jonghyun gently forward. For now.

When Jonghyun rolls over in bed and stretches his arm out directly over Taemin’s face, Taemin knows he’s doing it on purpose just to be a little brat. He doesn’t really care, because Jonghyun being a brat is one of Taemin’s favorite things that he does. He quickly snatches both of his arms around Jonghyun’s one, keeping him there, smiling pleasantly against his shoulder when Jonghyun wiggles to get free.

It registers in his brain that this is Jonghyun’s right arm, and that his mouth is on the side of his right shoulder, right where his little mole should be. He lifts Jonghyun’s arm for just a second to check, and yeah, there it is. The tiny circle. Holding Jonghyun’s arm tight again, he presses his mouth to his skin and places many quick kissies to the little dot. Jonghyun stops trying to wiggle away.

Taemin likes being snuggled in Jonghyun’s lap because it puts him at the perfect position to nuzzle into the area between his shoulder and his chest. Jonghyun is wearing one of his loose tank tops and Taemin is zoning out as they sit, half falling asleep and half not, and staring blankly where thick stretch marks creep out of Jonghyun’s sleeve and over his skin. He trails one finger over each one, feeling his skin dip into each stretch and the tiny wiggles of the outlines. Jonghyun likes them a whole lot — he wrote a really gay and thoughtful metaphor about his physical stretch marks feeling like emotional ones to put as a forward in one of his albums that Taemin didn't really understand all the way. Taemin just thinks they're cute and pretty and he likes how when he leans in to kiss them he can feel them against his lips.

Taemin feels like some of his happiest moments are when he has his face smooshed right up against Jonghyun. Right now he has his face smooshed into the side of Jonghyun’s chest, head tucked comfy under his arm, smile pressed to his skin. Also right now, though, Jonghyun is making his whiny pouty noise and wiggling.

“Your hair is tickling my undiearm,” he whines. Taemin snorts, tilting his head to look up. There’s Jonghyun’s underarm, hollow and full of three week old stubble and slightly sweaty, just like usual. Taemin wiggles up Jonghyun’s body to smoosh his face in there instead, presses it right up into the hollow and nuzzles the hair, smiling pleasantly when Jonghyun sighs heavily at him.

“You smell nice,” he says, and he really means it. He likes Jonghyun’s sweaty musk, and he likes how whenever he mentions that Jonghyun is both proud and exasperated at it.

“Shut up,” Jonghyun says, and yeah, there was a hint of badly concealed pride in his tone. Taemin can hear his fought back smile. He nuzzles even further in and presses a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to Jonghyun’s pit, just to really drive his point home.

Taemin might be slightly tipsy, but that has no bearing on how he thinks the two little moles on Jonghyun’s left shoulder look vaguely like eyes, and the thin vein between them looks like a long blue nose. Like Squidward, is what he’s saying. Jonghyun has a Squidward on his shoulder, and while Taemin has always thought this sober, it takes half a bottle of wine for him to giggle and say it out loud.

While Jonghyun is frowning and trying to squint at his arm with his own drunky eyes, Taemin flops over on the carpet and reaches for a pen on the coffee table. He takes it, rolls back, draws two ovals around Jonghyun’s little moles, and then a small curved frown under the vein. Just looking at it makes him giggle more.

“I’m Squidward,” Jonghyun whispers. He lifts his hands to his cheeks and gasps softly. That sets Taemin to even more laughter, but when he’s done, he takes Jonghyun’s left wrist and tugs his arm out straight.

“You’re cute,” he smiles, and presses a kiss to each mole and slobbers his tongue up the vein.

Falling asleep with Jonghyun is always so lovely. He lets Taemin use his arm as a pillow, always has, and Taemin enjoys resting his head on Jonghyun’s bicep, one hand tucked under, the other hand thrown lazily over Jonghyun’s waist. Jonghyun’s lips always fall by Taemin’s head to let soft breaths rustle his hair and his legs tangle with Taemin’s, locking them together all snuggly and warm. Taemin loves. He nestles closer, holding Jonghyun to him, nuzzling into the warm skin of his bicep. He always needs to kissie before he can fall asleep, so he takes the opportunity to turn his head and press as many smooches as his heart desires to Jonghyun’s bicep.

Jonghyun’s Never-The-Less tattoo always surprises Taemin. Not because it’s big or bold or shocking or anything, but because he always forgets that it’s there, until he sees it again. The letters are so stark against the skin of his bicep. They almost seem out of place but Taemin is slowly getting used to it after so many years.

It still surprises him, a little, when Jonghyun laces his hands behind his head and stretches lazily, face scrunching up as a tiny squeak escapes his throat. Taemin stares at the three little words on his arm, the two tiny dots that separate them. After Jonghyun finishes stretching but before he puts his arms down, Taemin scoots forward to press five kissies to the tattoo. Jonghyun’s hands move from the back of his head to cover his face instead.

“Dude. What are you doing?”

Taemin looks up guiltily from where he’d been casually nomming on Jonghyun’s arm, nibbling along the thick vein that runs down his biep under his skin. Jonghyun frowns at him; Taemin smiles innocently and gently, gently, gently bites his arm again.

“Stop that, you’re gonna, like, bite me open and then I’ll bleed everywhere and it’ll be gross,” Jonghyun mumbles. He tries to take his arm away, but Taemin clings to him with both hands and presses a tiny kiss to his vein instead. Jonghyun rolls his eyes and lets him stay.

Taemin wakes up with his face in the crook of Jonghyun’s elbow, and he knows that Jonghyun put the crook of his elbow into his face on purpose because there’s no way that Taemin woke up before him. He takes in a big sleepy breath, hooking his own arm over Jonghyun’s and puckering his lips to kiss his soft delicate skin. He hears Jonghyun make his smiley hummy noise next to him and snorts. He just wanted a morning smoochie. Taemin brings his other hand up to hold Jonghyun’s elbow there, gently but still firmly, and gives him another, and then another, and then, just when Jonghyun lets his guard down to giggle, opens his mouth wide and blows a big raspberry.

They’re lying out on their stomachs on the bed, Jonghyun pleasantly putting together a few pages of his latest scrapbook and Taemin just watching, dozing off on his shoulder. Jonghyun hums little words to himself as he works, voice cute and little and confident as he talks himself through it, and it’s soothing Taemin to a nice state of hazy, in-and-out sleepiness. He zones out, sight blurring for a little bit, before he blinks everything back and focuses on what he was looking at.

It was just Jonghyun’s left arm, the inside of his elbow, just a little bit on the forearm side. There’s a nice brown circle on his skin and Taemin yawns into Jonghyun’s shoulder before he reaches over sleepily to poke it.

“You have a mole on your elbow pit,” he says.

“Hmm?” Jonghyun hums. He lifts his arm to look at it himself. “Oh, yeah. That’s Barbara.” He puts his thumb on it, and then, while Taemin is just starting to register that joke and giggle about it, brings his arm over to hover in front of Taemin’s face. Taemin takes the hint and indulges himself in his favorite thing, tilting his head just enough to give Barb the tiniest kissie.

Taemin is sleepy and has a headache, but they’re at some mingly party with business fancy people that they can’t escape from yet. Taemin has half escaped, at least from talking to people, by pretending to be drunk off of the cheap champagne being served. He’s tugged Jonghyun to sit on the couch and is leaning into him, doing his best to look drunky and pitiful so people will gently suggest that it’s time for them to leave. Jonghyun is helping too, with an arm around his shoulders and gentle kissies placed to his noggin and quiet murmurs of comfort in his hair. Taemin doesn’t want to brag, but they’re pretty hecking expert at getting out of these things like this.

For now, he picks up Jonghyun’s hand where it’s dangling lazily by his bicep. He turns to nuzzle his cheek into Jonghyun’s palm, and then into the inside of his forearm, soft and smooth and warm, baby peach fuzz hairs tickling his cheek. He always liked the insides of people’s forearms, and especially Jonghyun’s. They always look so comfy and smooth. He tilts his head just enough that he can brush his lips against Jonghyun’s skin. It lessens his headache, a little.

They're sitting on the hood of Jonghyun’s fancy car, out in the hills, in a little place that overlooks the city so they can watch the sunset and then stargaze together in the quiet. Taemin is just thinking about pulling the yawn and put your arm around someone's shoulders trick on Jonghyun when Jonghyun himself yawns and does it to him. Taemin laughs softly to himself but accepts that Jonghyun timed that well enough to beat him to it and just snuggles into the crook of Jonghyun’s shoulder instead, getting comfortable.

Jonghyun’s right elbow hooks around his neck, hand dangling over his chest, and Taemin slides his hand down his forearm so he can tangle their fingers together and feel gay about it. Halfway down Jonghyun’s arm, though, he stops, a little bump on his skin drawing his attention. Suddenly he remembers the mole on Jonghyun’s forearm, in between two of his veins, and runs his thumb back over his skin to find it again. When he does, he brings his mouth to it to press a smile against it.

Jonghyun is tapping away on his phone, thumbs typing out lyrics, lips pouting every so often as the bus jostles them and he has to delete a typo. Taemin is on his own phone, but he glances up once just to see what’s ahead of them. When he’s looking back down, his eyes catch the tattoo on the inside of Jonghyun’s left wrist and he pauses.

It’s thin, little, sloppy cursive letters spelling out “Story Op. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4…” Taemin lifts his hand to gently take Jonghyun’s wrist, thumb rubbing over the letters and numbers fondly. He worked hard to earn this tattoo. He brings Jonghyun’s hand to his mouth and kisses the one, the two, the three, the four, and adds one more kiss at the empty space after. Jonghyun chuckles softly, taking his wrist back to keep typing on his phone.

“Five kissies?” he asks, cocking a brow. “Did you lose count?”

“No,” Taemin says, pouty. “You’re working on Five, aren’t you?” he asks, nodding at the lyrics on Jonghyun’s phone. “It was a placeholder kiss.”

“Oh my gosh,” Jonghyun whispers. He gives Taemin his phone, then puts his face in his free hands. “You can’t say soft shit like that to me in public, oh my gosh.”

Jonghyun is sitting on the kitchen counter watching Taemin struggle to make pancakes from a box mix, feet kicking the counters under him and right hand holding a kazoo to his lips. He's been speaking through that all morning and it's only just starting to get slightly annoying and Taemin knows that's only because he's frustrated with the batter. He turns around to grab something from the fridge and Jonghyun, in the grainy weird voice of someone speaking through a kazoo, tells him he has a nice butt. Taemin’s prickles of annoyance dissolve quickly. He can't be mad at that.

He takes a break from his pancakes for a moment to just walk up to Jonghyun’s spot on the counter and put his hands on either side of his hips. He means to lean around the kazoo and kiss the corner of Jonghyun’s smile, but he notices the faint, tiny, little speck of a mole on Jonghyun’s forearm, a little under his wrist, and pauses. That's easier to reach, so he tilts his head and kisses that instead. Jonghyun covers his eyes with his hands, whispering “Oh my gosh,” through the kazoo.

“Hey.”

“Hmm.”

“Look.”

Taemin can’t help but look as Jonghyun sticks his wrist in Taemin’s face, hand tilted daintily back to accentuate all of his little veins and tendons under the skin. He raises his brows, tilting his head to look at Jonghyun behind his wrist. Jonghyun smiles all coy and pretty, head tilted down but looking up at Taemin through his lashes, delicate and flirty. Taemin brings his eyes back to Jonghyun’s wrist. Jonghyun twists it just enough to make new little lacy lines and veins stick out, fluttering his lashes at Taemin expectantly. Taemin considers holding back, but not for more than a second, because he wants to kiss Jonghyun’s wrist as much as Jonghyun wants him to kiss it. So he does, leaning forward and smooching his skin once, and then laughing and kissing him more when Jonghyun grins and smooshes his wrist against Taemin’s mouth.

“Hey. Lemme read your palm.”

“Sure I do,” he says. He brings Jonghyun’s hand even closer and presses a tiny kiss to the muscle of his thumb. “This line means you’re real gay,” he says. He brings his lips to the muscle on the other side of Jonghyun’s hand and kissies that too. “That one means you’re real cute.”

“You’re not even kissing the lines,” Jonghyun says. His voice is a tiny squeak muffled into Taemin’s sleeve. He also spreads his hand out wide to give Taemin more kissing room. Taemin smiles against his palm and kisses the little curve at the bottom, and then the side of his hand, and then the little webby of skin between his thumb and pointer finger, and then finally the center.

Jonghyun’s hand feels strangely rough against Taemin’s and it puzzles Taemin for like half an hour until he realizes he can just bring Jonghyun’s hand up and look at it. He does that, stopping them in the middle of their lazy walk around the lake. He holds Jonghyun’s hand in front of his face, rubbing his thumb over the top of his palm.

“Oh,” he says. The roughness comes from blisters, one under each finger, two of them a little flaky like Jonghyun has been picking at them. “Where’d you get these?” he asks.

“Jerking off too hard,” Jonghyun says, head tilted and eyes slightly squinted, eyebrows furrowed, his expression of utmost seriousness. Taemin snorts into loud laughter, putting Jonghyun’s hand over his face to muffle it. Fuck.

As his giggles fade out and they start walking again, Jonghyun looking extremely proud of himself, Taemin takes the time to kissie each blister in the hopes that it’ll make them heal faster.

Jonghyun always has his little pinky halfway up when he holds things. He never curls it all the way in or sticks it all the way out; he just keeps it bent, a little hook, a little cutie. Taemin watches him singing softly in the practise room, the band for his tiny show playing behind him, his mouth right up on the metal of the mic, his hand almost all the way curled around the handle except for his pinky.

He watches him from the floor, because he got bored waiting for Jonghyun to finish practise like half an hour ago and being on the floor always makes things better. When everyone finishes the song and takes a break, Taemin rolls and slides himself over the hardwood like a slug, coming to a stop at Jonghyun’s feet and pawing at his shins. Jonghyun glances down, almost snorts out the gulp of water he was taking, swallows it instead, and half-cough-half-laughs into his hand as he crouches down.

“Yeah?” he asks, lifting one brow. He rests his elbows on his knees and his hands dangle in between them, one still holding his water bottle and the other holding his mic, both pinkies half stuck out. Taemin reaches up and takes one hand, kissies his pinky, lets it go, grabs Jonghyun’s other hand, and kisses his other pinky. Jonghyun chuckles softly, wiggling his pinky so it boops Taemin’s nose.

“Almost done, okay?” he says. Taemin nods.

“Take your time,” he replies. He just wanted to say hi.

“What are you giggling about?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re giggling about something.”

Taemin is giggling about Jonghyun’s rings, the two couple rings he’s wearing, one on each ring finger. Every time he sees them they make him giggle. He’s not sure why; it’s cute that Jonghyun got something coupley for himself and decided to keep wearing them even after they got together forever ago. A nice little reminder for Jonghyun that he can like himself by himself.

Taemin reaches out and takes Jonghyun’s smoothie from his hand, and while Jonghyun is whining and telling him not to drink it, takes his hand and brings it up to his mouth. He gives the tiniest smooch to the ring on his finger, then smiles against Jonghyun’s skin as he gives him back his drink.

“Dude, Sailor Moon isn’t even that good. You just like it because of the nostalgia.”

“Oh. My gosh. Oh my gosh. Wow. Oh my gosh.”

Taemin watches, amused, as Jonghyun stands up from the couch and walks in a circle in the living room, hands pressed together in front of his mouth. He’s so dramatic. He walks in like five more circles saying “oh my gosh” before he sits back down next to Taemin and takes his face in both hands, palms squishing his cheeks. Taemin lets him, raising his brows and waiting for Jonghyun to say something different to prove him wrong. Instead he just takes one hand off, folds down all of his fingers except his middle, and presses it right against Taemin’s face, squishing his lips and nose.

“Never voice your opinions in my presence ever again,” he says. Taemin obeys him and puckers his lips to smooch Jonghyun’s middle finger instead.

“Oh my gosh,” Jonghyun mutters, a fond, exasperated sigh this time.

Jonghyun is taking a call from his therapist on the phone, and that’s important business, Taemin knows, but he doesn’t need both hands for it, and his left hand is very soft and warm and perfect for holding. Taemin holds it in both of his and rubs his thumbs over Jonghyun’s palm, his fingers, pinches his knuckles lightly. When he finds the little W.Fk tattoo on the side of his middle finger, he smiles and makes sure to give that a special kiss for being cute. Jonghyun ends his phone call a few moments later and cocks a brow at him as he slots his phone back into his pocket.

“Do you know literally any of their names?” he asks, wiggling his finger. “Anyone in the whole group? That I spend hours with on a weekly basis?”

“Not a single one,” Taemin says, grinning broadly. Jonghyun sighs and shakes his head.

“Jonghyun!”

“Wuh--What? What is it? What happened?”

“Jong! Hyun!” Taemin bursts into the living room, looks around wildly, finds Jonghyun sitting in front of the coffee table, sprints to the couch, vaults over it, and does a sick ass roll, coming to a stop just a little bit further from Jonghyun than he meant to. He scrambles the few extra inches forward, Jonghyun watching him with extreme confusion and a healthy amount of fear, grabs both of his hands, and stops to catch his breath.

“Are you--okay, what do you want, did something hap--”

“Hey,” Taemin interrupts him, perfectly calm and relaxed. He gets his thumbs under Jonghyun’s pointer fingers and pushes them up. Bringing them to his mouth, he smiles against them and presses a tiny kissie to the pad of each one. “You’re real cute,” he says. Jonghyun looks at him for a long moment, and then he lies back down on the floor on his stomach and grumbles into the carpet.

Jonghyun is concentrating with his thumb against his mouth again, lips pressed to the pad of it, bottom lip squishing up and down slowly as he reads over his lyrics. Taemin just peeped into his office to see if he wanted a snack, but as he watches Jonghyun work, he feels mildly jealous. He wants to kissie Jonghyun’s thumb too.

He slips inside, gently taking Jonghyun’s hand before he even says hi and bringing his thumb to his mouth to kiss. Jonghyun blinks at him, confused, before he smirks and smooshes his thumb in between his lips, rubbing against his teeth and along his gums before Taemin splutters and moves away.

Taemin is woken up from his lazy couch nap in Jonghyun’s lap by a snap, a snap, a snap, a pause, a sigh, and then a low grumble in the back of Jonghyun’s throat. He rolls his eyes before he even opens them and lifts his hands to feel up around him for Jonghyun’s. When he finds them, as he expects, they’re together, one hand trying to crack a stubborn knuckle on the other.

“You’re gonna break your own fucking finger,” he mutters, pulling Jonghyun’s hands apart. “Crack it later if it won’t crack now.” He ignores Jonghyun’s pouty noises of protest in favor of fumbling with Jonghyun’s hands in his own until he’s holding them by their fingertips. Then, since he doesn’t feel like figuring out which knuckle Jonghyun was trying to crush, he just gives all eight of them a little smooch.

Taemin is almost asleep when Jonghyun starts shuffling next to him in bed. He doesn’t open his eyes and just listens to Jonghyun plugging his phone in, taking a sip from his water bottle, and wiggling from a sit to a lie all the way under the covers. When Jonghyun finally gets settled and comfy clinging to Taemin’s arm, Taemin wiggles closer and finds one of his hands to hold.

“Sleepy early tonight?” he mumbles. He hears Jonghyun shrug.

“Apparently,” he says. “I’ll probably wake up in a few hours. I’ll try not to wake you up too.”

“Mmm,” Taemin hums. He doesn’t think anything can really wake him up once he’s out, but that’s considerate. He brings Jonghyun’s hand up and rubs his thumb over his fingers, the short segments between his first and second knuckles. Bringing them up to his mouth, he presses a sleepy mush of his lips to all of them at once. “Nighty n--”

“That was so gay.”

“Nighty night,” Taemin repeats. Jonghyun only giggles for a little bit before nuzzling up close and quieting down.

Jonghyun’s middle knuckles are so cute, and Taemin feels like he should be embarrassed to think that, but he’s too busy staring at Jonghyun’s fingers rise up and down as he lifts the dumbbell at a measured pace. His fancy weight lifting gloves cover just the first half of his fingers, stopping short just under his knuckles, and they really accentuate their weird round-but-also-flat knobbiness.

“Fuh--fifteen,” Jonghyun breathes under him, voice just slightly tight. “Right?” he asks, and Taemin knows he’s talking to him, and he also knows that he lost count while he was staring at his knuckles.

“Uh,” he says. “One more,” he says, and then “one more,” and then “one more,” and then “one more” again, and then when Jonghyun starts clenching his teeth on the push up, gently lifts the weight the rest of the way for him and sets it on the rack. “Good job, good push,” he tells Jonghyun, reaching down again to fluff his hair encouragingly. Jonghyun snorts and grins up at him, breaths heavy.

“You lost count,” he says, reaching up to poke his nose. Taemin grumbles, disgruntled at being caught so easily, and just grabs Jonghyun’s hand to kiss his knuckles instead of replying.

“Pow. Pow pow pow. Mmm--bop! Bop pow--hey.”

Taemin grins when Jonghyun pouts at him, trying to tug his fist away from where Taemin has a firm grip on it with both hands. He’d think that for someone that just started fake boxing out of the blue, complete with fancy sidesteps and self-made sound effects, Jonghyun would be ready for a block. As it is, Taemin leans forward to press a kiss to the front of Jonghyun’s fist. Jonghyun bites back a smile, then brings his other fist up in a quick but soft uppercut to just barely dink Taemin’s chin.

“Knockout,” he says. “I win.”

“Taem.”

“Hfmm?”

“Please.”

Taemin glances behind him in the mirror to find Jonghyun’s hand sticking out of the shower curtain, waving his toothbrush insistantly at him. He snorts. Must have run out of his shower toothpaste. Holding his own toothbrush in his mouth, he grabs his tube and then Jonghyun’s hand to steady it so he can squeeze some onto his brush. Then, since they’re there, he tilts his head to smooch Jonghyun’s knuckles.

“What the fuck was--oh, did you kiss me?” Jonghyun asks. His voice is a grin and he takes his toothbrush back. “Thanks,” he says, voice already muffled.

Taemin is yawning over his morning cereal when a hand suddenly appears in front of his face. The back of a hand to be precise--Jonghyun’s hand. Jonghyun smiles innocently back at him across the table before he takes his hand back to himself. He holds it up by his shoulder, palm facing up, for ten seconds before he lowers it back down over Taemin’s bowl, fingers wiggling daintily. He’s doing his tendonitis stretches but being a little brat about it. Taemin can't help but smile. Jonghyun lifts and lowers his hand again and this time Taemin gently grabs his fingers to hold. Jonghyun's smile grows, and then grows even more when Taemin presses his lips to the back of his hand.

Taemin feels like he should be more concerned than he is to be lying in Jonghyun’s lap while he plays the guitar. Jonghyun has dropped guitars before and dropped guitars on Taemin’s head before but he still can't find it in himself to worry. He likes to lie like this and listen to Jonghyun play sweet tunes.

It's relaxing and comfortable to just listen to his creativity flow. He lazily looks up to find Jonghyun's hand on the body of the guitar, warm fingers lazily plucking out notes. The way his wrist curves just slightly accentuates the little round knobby bone under his skin. Taemin always wondered what that bone was for. He raises his own hand to look at his own wrist and then back up to Jonghyun’s. Jonghyun’s is definitely cuter. When Jonghyun pauses his music to write something down in his notebook Taemin takes his wrist to press a kiss to his knobby bone before giving it back.

Jonghyun really isn't tall enough to be slinging his arm around people’s shoulders all the time but Taemin likes when he does it anyway. The weight of his arm around his neck is heavy and comforting and it makes him feel like he belongs to Jonghyun in the softest and gayest way possible. He lets Jonghyun drag him around the mall, walking into different stores, window shopping and buying candy. When they stop in line in the food court and Jonghyun lifts the hand around his shoulders to point at something on the menu his wrist hovers right in Taemin’s line of sight. Taemin forgets about food for a second and leans forward to peck his wrist gently. Jonghyun hesitates, then sighs and puts his whole hand over Taemin's face.

Taemin knows that his dance practices aren't the most exciting thing to watch but he’s still a little surprised to see Jonghyun conked out and snoozing at the desk in the corner of the practice room. When Taemin left him there an hour ago he said he would be working on his music and supporting Taemin in the background. Taemin guesses he dozed off somewhere in between doing all of that.

Taemin heads over there and crouches down in front of Jonghyun's desk. Jonghyun has his head pillowed in his arms, eyes closed but a moving slowly up and down with soft breaths. Taemin lifts his hands to rub over Jonghyun's forearms, smoothing over his warm skin and gently pulling at his little hairs. When Jonghyun stirs, lifting his head and rubbing one sleepy eye with the palm of his hand, Taemin moves forward and smooches his forearm gently. Jonghyun's sleepy little smile is the prettiest thing Taemin has seen all day.

"Are you here because you want to help me with my cooking or because you don't want me to steal all the bacon like last time?"

"The second one, most definitely," Jonghyun says, smile shameless on his face. Taemin smiles back just as shamelessly. He can't blame Jonghyun for his decision. He pokes at the bacon in the pan, flipping each piece over carefully. Jonghyun stands pleasantly next to him, hands laced behind his back. Taemin glances down for a second and when he looks up, his eyes stop at Jonghyun's elbow. Without thinking, Taemin lifts one finger and inserts it into the little fold of skin in Jonghyun's elbow. it sinks in easily and he giggles, wiggling it gently.

"What are you — hey, " Jonghyun says. He tucks his elbow away, lifting it to try to peek at it himself. He lifts it to just the perfect height for Taemin to bend down and kiss.

"Oof... Hoo... Huff...... Gotta be... beefy.... "

Taemin covers his mouth with his hand as he tries not to giggle at Jonghyun's workout monologue. It's a good self pep talk, he has to admit. He does his best to focus back on spotting Jonghyun, watching him tug the handlebar down and lift and let it rise back up slowly. He's working on his triceps today and Taemin has to fight to not get distracted by those too. He's always been a sucker for a nice pair of arms. He holds out just long enough for Jonghyun to finish his current set. Then he slips up closer to feel up Jonghyun's arm.

"Very nice and very beefy, " he says smoothly. He bends his knees enough that he can rub his cheek on Jonghyun's nice sweaty tricep. While Jonghyun is chuckling tiredly at him he smooches his muscle gently.

Taemin is real tired, almost tired enough to fall asleep on his feet, but that's not why he slouches up to Jonghyun on his tummy on the bed and flops directly on top of him. He smiles against Jonghyun's sweaty bare skin when he wiggles in protest, whining about the heat. Taemin is hot too but he still wraps his arms around Jonghyun's warm chest and nuzzles into his back.

"Taemin nooooooo," Jonghyun whines.

"Taemin yes," Taemin says. He puckers his lips and presses a kiss to the soft spot between Jonghyun's back and underarm. He does it two more times before Jonghyun growls and rolls him off.

Jonghyun is singing in the shower, that one song he wrote when he was feeling particularly gay about Minho's eyes, and Taemin is standing behind him, forehead resting gently between his shoulder blades. He's feeling kind of like a lump today, so Jonghyun offered to shower with him, and by "shower with" they mean Jonghyun does all the work and Taemin stands there feeling lumpy. Taemin appreciates it and he appreciates Jonghyun's soft yet peppy voice echoing off of the tiles. He's been standing under the water for the time being while the conditioner soaks into his hair and while Jonghyun washes his own face. Taemin breathes slowly, eyes closed, and when Jonghyun gets into his little rap section, moving his shoulders to the beat in his brain, he shifts under Taemin's head so his shoulder blade is against his face. Since it's there Taemin gives it a wet kiss.

They're having a sloppy make-out, one of Taemin's favorite kinds, but Taemin finds himself highly distracted. His hands are around the back of Jonghyun's neck, fingers trailing lightly up and down the knobs of his spine. Pulling away from Jonghyun's mouth, he lowers his hands to his shoulders and pushes gently.

"Turn around, really quick," he says. Jonghyun obeys with a questioning hum. Taemin pushes Jonghyun's head forward and rubs his thumb over the top few knobs of bone he can see under his skin. "Cute, " he says, leaning forward to kiss each one.

It's not often that Taemin is the big spoon — Jonghyun says he likes feeling like a big warm net and wrapping Taemin all up — but when he does get to curl himself around Jonghyun's small warm body, he enjoys the experience a lot. He nuzzles into Jonghyun’s skin, nosing up and down the soft line of his back. He needs to kissie a lot to fall asleep; it's part of his sleep ritual, so he peppers kisses all over Jonghyun's back and shoulder blades before sighing happily as he drifts off to sleep.

It's always a double-take moment for Taemin when his eyes land on Jonghyun's a romanticist tattoo. He always thinks it says aromantic instead. Which isn't even wrong, technically. Jonghyun told him one time that he had it done on purpose so it could be both.

"It's because I'm Arofluid," he'd smiled, reaching one finger back to gently poke the clear tape over the tattoo after he’d first gotten it done. "So sometimes I'm aromantic and sometimes I'm a romanticist." he winked then too, looking cute as a button.

Right now, Taemin thinks his tattoo looks cute as a button as well, shyly peeking out at him from the strap of Jonghyun's tank top. He leans down while they're walking through the grocery store to drop a little kiss to and trail his lips softly over the letters. Jonghyun drops the list he was carrying into the cart and shivers, pouting at Taemin over his shoulder.

Not to expose himself as an obvious sideboob admirer or anything, but when Jonghyun pulls one of his sleeveless shirts over his head and Taemin gets a nice look at his entire sideboob he suddenly becomes completely erect in every way. He slimes his way out of bed and slides over to Jonghyun by the dresser.

"Mmmmmmmm. Hmm," he hums, wrapping his arms around Jonghyun's waist, ducking under his arm, and smooshing his face into Jonghyun's side.

"Oh hello, my little clingy worm boi," Jonghyun smiles. He pets Taemin's head fondly. Taemin just as fondly kisses Jonghyun's sideboob.

Jonghyun holds his arms out, elbows bent, hands locked in front of his chest, and twists at the waist from side to side, stretching before he goes and picks one of the empty weight machines at the gym. Taemin watches, lazily doing his own leg stretches with much less effort and focus, partly because he's just here to feel like he has his life together and partly because every time Jonghyun twists away from him, Taemin gets a peek at his left side boob and the little mole that sits near the top.

Jonghyun counts each twist under his breath, and when he reaches twenty and lowers his arms and starts to turn himself back to a neutral position, Taemin stops him with hands on his bare waist. Jonghyun hums in question as Taemin gently pushes his arm out of the way and presses his thumb right on the little brown dot.

“You have a little,” he says and ducks his head to give it the tiniest smooch. “Kissy spot,” he says.

Taemin can see Jonghyun's nipples through his shirt, and it's not even that he's staring or anything, they're just both out there to the world. He doesn't think Jonghyun notices that he notices either, because he licks his lips as he looks at something in front of him and tugs down the hem of his shirt casually. That just makes his nipples even more obvious and Taemin bites his lip as a plan forms in his head. He waits for Jonghyun to notice him, and then, quick as a flash, nuts forward, grabs the hem of Jonghyun's shirt, yanks it up, and slams his mouth right on top of his nipple. Then, while Jonghyun is busy being extremely confused and thrown off, he sticks his tongue out, latches on, and makes the grossest, wettest, sloppiest, slurpiest noise he can possibly make.

Taemin is conflicted. he loves when Jonghyun wears a nice red plaid flannel button-up because it makes him look super super hot and comfortable, but he hates the texture that they have and how they feel against his skin. He doesn't know how he’s supposed to lie on top of his super babely babe and snuggle him if his awful shirt is itching and bothering him the whole time. To remedy the situation, after he sits on top of Jonghyun's thighs but before he lies down on top of him, he reaches down and fumbles with the buttons of his shirt. Undoing the top, like, four, he opens up the collar of Jonghyun's shirt and rubs his hands pleasantly over his warm chest. Then he smiles, proud of himself, he lowers himself to rest his head on Jonghyun's left boob. As Jonghyun's chest shakes with laughter under him, Taemin presses the tiniest peck to his pec.

Jonghyun is lying on his back on the couch and Taemin is currently slithering top of him, wiggling his way up his body from his feet all the way up to his head. He means to rub his cheek all over Jonghyun’s face, pestering him and bothering him until he groans and tries to wiggle him off and pretend like he doesn't enjoy it, but he hesitates when his ear slides past the left side of Jonghyun’s chest. He can hear Jonghyun’s heartbeat under there, relaxed and reassuring and steady. He changes his plan in favor of just settling his head right there, wrapping his arms around Jonghyun’s chest to get comfortable. Jonghyun pats his head absently, not taking his eyes from the TV. Taemin turns his head enough to gently kiss the spot over where his heart beats underneath him.

Jonghyun wears his buttonups with the top few buttons undone just to mess with him, Taemin knows it. He knows that Jonghyun knows that he can’t resist staring at the dip of his chest, at the nice line between his muscles, at how the shirt just frames it so nicely. He knows that Jonghyun is very, very, very smug as Taemin pulls him to a corner of the bar they’re in, wraps his arms around his waist, and dips his head to pepper soft kisses down the very center of his chest. He bites softly as well when Jonghyun hums and lazily slings his arms around his shoulders.

“If you wanted to give me a boner you could’ve just done it at home,” he mumbles against Jonghyun’s skin.

“Yeah, but what’s the fun in flustering you in a place where you can’t get embarrassed about it?” Jonghyun replies.

Jonghyun has a mole on his left side and Taemin wants to kiss it. It's dark in the bedroom; it's like one in the morning and Jonghyun is shuffling back into bed after peeing and neither of them want to turn the lights on, but Taemin still wants to kiss it. It's lucky that he knows exactly where it is: his left side, a little bit above the bottom of his first set of abs, a little bit further past his nipple, right on one of his ribs. When Jonghyun slides back into bed next to him, Taemin nuzzles his shoulder, wraps his arm around his waist, and flops his whole body over his chest just so he can press his lips to the place that he has memorized.

“Taaaaaeeeeeemie.”

"Yes?" Taemin says. He looks down at Jonghyun in his lap, where he's been the whole time, and where he just called Taemin's name excessively loudly. Jonghyun smiles impishly and wiggles up the couch so his tummy is over Taemin's knees.

"Rubbie, " he says. Taemin smiles warmly and brings both hands to Jonghyun's tummy, rubbing it gently. He pushes his sweater up so he can rub his skin. He traces the lines of Jonghyun's abs, wiggles his fingers to gently pinch his squishy skin, and rubs his palms firmly over his tough muscle. Jonghyun almost purrs under his hands, his own hands running through and tugging on his hair happily. before long, though, he whines again.

“Taemieeeeeee.”

“Yes?” Taemin says again. Jonghyun reaches up to squish his cheeks, pinching his lips up into a pucker.

“Kissie,” he demands. Taemin squishes his cheeks back, enamored and endeared beyond measure. Then he bends himself over and places the softest loveliest kiss to each one of Jonghyun’s abs.

When Jonghyun stretches his arms up over his head, fingers laced together, back arching out, his ribs show through his skin, each line accentuated nicely. He's just getting out of bed, about ready to take a shower and start the day, and Taemin is busy trying not to wake up, but he can't resist. He pushes himself up on his elbows, wraps his arm around Jonghyun’s waist, and while he's letting his big breath out quickly in surprise, tilts his head and gives each of his ribs a good morning kiss.

The tattoo on Jonghyun’s side catches Taemin’s eye when they both stand up to let an elderly couple sit down on the bus. Jonghyun reaches up to hold on to one of the handles and the hole in his sleeveless shirt dips low enough for Taemin to see the black puppy inked into his skin. Taemin rubs his thumb over the dog's head thoughtfully.

“Hmm? Oh,” Jonghyun says, looking down. “Giving her a little pet?” he asks. Taemin nods, patting the puppy’s head a couple times.

“Is she being a good girl?” he asks. Jonghyun is silent for a moment, lifting his hand to rub a thumb over the tattoo himself, before he nods slowly.

“I think she's been good lately, yeah,” he says. Taemin smiles. That's good. Since he can't just crouch down and kiss Jonghyun’s side in the middle of a public bus, he presses a kiss to the pad of his thumb and then presses his thumb to the head of the dog.

Jonghyun was up all night last night, so Taemin isn't surprised when he gets home and Jonghyun is still snuggled up in bed. The blankets are a mess around him, sunlight peeping in through the curtains and playing over his warm golden skin. He's on his tummy with his head pillowed in his arms and when Taemin peeks into the bedroom, Jonghyun peeks his eyes open. Taemin can't see his mouth, but he can tell from the crinkle of his eyes in the roundness of his cheeks that he's smiling.

“Hey,” he says. Jonghyun’s cheeks push up even more and he smushes his face into his arms. Taemin shuffles inside the bedroom to rub his hands over Jonghyun’s back. He means to give Jonghyun a little massage, but before he can start, he notices the two moles near the center of Jonghyun’s back. He gently pokes each one with a finger and then grins when Jonghyun wiggles. He leans down to smooch them instead.

Lying on Jonghyun’s tummy like this, Taemin’s field of view is like 70% belly button. He's been staring at it for the better part of half an hour while Jonghyun watches one of his nature documentaries, and now he decides it’s good time to wiggle forward and give it a little smoochie. When he does, Jonghyun makes a disgruntled little noise and puts a hand on his head.

“Don't, do you know how nasty belly buttons are?” he says. Taemin does know, but the thing is that he doesn't care. To showcase this he sticks his tongue out and flibbles it directly into Jonghyun’s belly button. Jonghyun sighs but he also giggles at the same time and Taemin is filled with pride.

When Taemin walks through the front door, home from pestering Key, Jonghyun is standing in the living room, holding the PS4 controller in his hand as he stretches his arms over his head, back arched, face all scrunched up with the effort. Taemin snorts softly at his insistence on actually taking breaks from video games to stretch like some sort of health conscious human being.

Jonghyun’s shirt rides up over his stomach, exposing his belly button and a dark line of hair that runs from it and down into the waistband of his jeans. Taemin’s eyes snap to that and immediately he's bouncing forward across the room to drop to his knees in front of Jonghyun and wrap his arms around his hips.

“Ooh,” Jonghyun squeaks, exhaling all of his air in that one surprised breath, and then, “Oh,”he says. He chuckles softly as he pets Taemin’s hair and Taemin nuzzles into the hair on his tummy. It's not as long as it could be but it's still lovely and scratchy and perfect. “What is it with you and my happy trail?” Jonghyun asks him. Taemin kisses lightly down the line of it.

“You always shave her away,” he mumbles. “But she's so cute.” Jonghyun snorts and laughs at him again, but Taemin doesn't care because he's busy peppering kisses all over.

“You know, you're like, a really veiny dude,” Taemin says. Jonghyun was standing in front of him as he sat on the couch trying to tell him something, but he's shirtless and his waist was directly in front of Taemin's eyes, and Taemin got distracted. He reaches forward and trails his fingers over the thin little veins that peek up from the hem of Jonghyun’s sweats. Each one is a little blue line that looks extremely kissable.

“Thanks,” Jonghyun tells him. “Do you want to go out to dinner or what?” he asks. Taemin tugs him forward with hands on his hips and gently pecks the veins on his left side.

“Sure,” he says as he moves over to kiss the ones on his right.

Jonghyun is talking to Jinki — well, they're both both talking to him, honestly, but Taemin is losing focus fast. Part of it is just his lack of an attention span, but another part is that he is becoming overwhelmed with the quiet but intense desire to pull Jonghyun close and kiss him. He can't kiss Jonghyun on the mouth, sadly, but he can pull Jonghyun around the kitchen table, take a seat, and wrap his arm around Jonghyun's thighs. From there, he noses into the hem of Jonghyun's shirt, pushing it up so he can trail his lips over Jonghyun's side, his pretty waist, and press warm soft kisses to his skin.

Taemin loves Jongyhun’s wiggly dance, and he especially loves it when Jonghyun is doing it in celebration of him royally stomping Minho’s ass into the ground in the video game that they're playing. It's not often that he beats Minho at a video game and it's even less often that he beats him this badly, so Taemin revels in the way Minho slouches so low on the couch that he rolls off of it and just lies on the floor in bitter defeat while Jonghyun wiggles his hips and raises his hands up and down and does his biggest and loudest and most highest pitched woohoo. The hips are the cutest part, Taemin thinks, so while Jonghyun is still dancing supportively, he leans forward to rest his cheek against his waist and then dips his head just low enough to kiss his right hip every time he sways it closer.

Jonghyun is particularly fond of not putting a shirt on in the mornings and going through their sleepy breakfasts shirtless, something that Taemin is 97% sure he does 60% just because Taemin thinks it's really hot and Jonghyun loves when Taemin thinks he's really hot. At the present moment, Taemin is watching Jonghyun at the stove as he flips banana pancakes. Well, more specifically, Taemin is watching his lower back, where his faint stretch marks draw lines through his skin. Taemin reaches out the hand from where he's sitting at the table to ghost his fingers over Jonghyun’s stretch marks. Jonghyun shivers just at the touch; to make him shiver even more, Taemin scoots forward and trails his lips gently along each line.

Jonghyun is lying on his stomach on the floor, and he's shirtless, and he's wearing his tight white jeans with the studded black belt, and all of that adds up into Taemin’s eyes immediately zooming in on the top of his ass that peeks out from his waistband. The tops of his cute booty cheeks always make an appearance when he wears these jeans, small and flat but still adorable and round. Taemin does what any sensible human being would do and drops to his knees on the carpet, then leans down, gathering two nice handfuls of Jonghyun’s booty and leaning his head even further down to smack two wet kissies, one to the top of each cheek.

“Dude. Hey. Stop,” Jonghyun mumbles. Taemin blinks out of his thoughts as Jonghyun slaps at his hands.He's sitting on the couch, and Jonghyun is lying over him with his butt over his lap, and Taemin was absentmindedly papping out a beat on his booty as he watched TV. “My butt, like, hurts,” Jonghyun grumbles.

“Oh,” Taemin says. “Whoops.” He guesses he was going a little harder than he meant to. He switches to rub Jonghyun’s butt instead, gently, a little apology massage for his favorite booty. He even tugs Jonghyun’s hips up and lowers his head down to press a kissy to his booty cheeks to help them feel better.

Taemin is flopped out in bed when Jonghyun saunters in from the bathroom, naked and slightly moist from his shower. He's going out somewhere populated and fun tonight while Taemin is going to stay in and have his own fun doing nothing by himself. Jonghyun flips his wet hair up into a suave little flip, gives Taemin a finger pistol, and walks to their dresser, where he opens his shirt drawer and then just leans on it, looking in. Taemin’s eyes fall from his head to his back to his booty, cute and flat and easily reachable from his position on the bed.

So Taemin half rolls over to reach it, extending one finger and sliding it quickly down the crack of his ass.

“Beep beep,” he says. Jonghyun pauses for a moment and then looks at him with an incredulous breathy laugh.

“Did you just beep beep my buttcrack?” he asks. Taemin grins wide as he nods his head up and down quickly.

“Yeah, uh, I'd like to make a purchase, please,” he says. Jonghyun snorts, looking down into the dresser again for a quick second before he looks back up with a cocked brow.

“Yeah?” He twists so his butt is more facing towards Taemin. “Do it again,” he says. Taemin lifts his hand to do it again, anticipating whatever it is that Jonghyun plans to say next. He doesn't say anything; he's silent for a few seconds, and then he scrunches up his face for a few more seconds, and then he deflates in a burst of breathy, defeated giggles that he hides behind his hands.

“I tried so hard to fart, dude, I'm so disappointed,” he laughs. Taemin bursts into his own giggles. That would have been so good. Partly to comfort Jonghyun, and partly to show appreciation for what would have been a great joke, and partly just because he wants to, Taemin sits up and kisses the line of his booty.

Taemin has seen a depressingly low amount of cute booty holes in the sexy way in his life, but still, he has nothing to complain about when the cute booty hole that he gets to see the most of is Jonghyun’s. Jonghyun is currently panting underneath him, face pressed into the pillows to muffle his whiny noises as Taemin spreads his cheeks open and bites his lip at the first look of his booty hole of the day. Cute and dark and pretty and adorable, like always. He rubs his thumbs around it, gently, a little massage, before he leans down to press a tiny soft kissy directly onto it. It really is his favorite booty hole. He smiles and smooches it again, and then again, and then another time, and then Jonghyun whines loudly at him from the pillows.

“Quit it,” he pouts. “Just eat me out already,” he demands. Taemin huffs, annoyed.

“Asshole,” he snaps. “I'm trying to make you feel special,” he says. Jonghyun kicks him gently in the leg.

“I don't ca—” he interrupts himself by bursting into giggles. Taemin blinks, confused at his sudden switch, and paps his booty gently with both hands as he makes a questioning noise. Between gasps of laughter, Jonghyun says, “You fucking — called me an asshole while — you were kissing my—” and then he doesn't finish and just bubbles up into even more giggles, feet kicking in the air.

“So,” Taemin says as Jonghyun crosses his right ankle over his left knee, back flat on the floor. He watches as Jonghyun locks his hands around his left thigh and pulls up, nose scrunching at the stretch. “Besides, like, staying flexible enough to let people hold your legs like five miles apart when you're fucking,” he says, “why do you do these stretches all the time?”

“I don't know, it's good for you, I guess,” Jonghyun says. “What if the apocalypse happens and I'm being chased by zombies and I can't run good because my hips aren't stretched enough?” He turns his head and lifts his brows at Taemin questioningly. Taemin shrugs back. That's a good point.

“If you weren't wearing sweats, I could see your taint,” he points out then. He reaches out and pokes where the little patch of skin between Jonghyun’s booty and balls rests and would be perfectly visible and exposed in this position. Jonghyun’s fingers almost slip apart around his thigh as he laughs.

“Don't say the word taint to me,” he says. Taemin grins at him around his knee and pokes his taint harder.

“Moist taint,” he says clearly. Jonghyun lets his legs fall down, partly to cover his face with giggles and partly because his stretch was over, Taemin thinks.

“Okay, yeah, you can say that again to the me,” Jonghyun says as he crosses his legs the other way to stretch his left hip. Taemin crawls forward to kiss Jonghyun’s taint through his sweats, making the most gremliniest sound he can muster before whispering, “Moist taint.”

Jonghyun is on his back in bed when Taemin passes the doorway. He's in one of his loose tank tops and some boxers and he's holding a book over his head and his legs are sprawled out over the sheets and there is an amorphous blob on his thigh and—

Taemin stops in his track as he does a double-take and squints inside Jonghyun’s boxers, trying to figure out what the fuck—

“Oh, it's just your balls,” he says with a sigh of relief. It's just a half shadowed little testy peeking out of the cloth. That makes sense. That's okay. As Jonghyun frowns at him, confused, Taemin walks into the room, clambers onto the bed, lowers his head, and pushes the leg of Jonghyun’s boxers up enough so that he can give his not amorphous blob a kiss.

Jonghyun is lying naked on the floor, as he does, and when Taemin walks into the living room and finds him, his eyes travel down his whole body until they land on his ween, soft and gently curved up onto his tummy. He looks at it for two seconds and then says the first thing that enters his brain: “I'm going to bite your dick off.”

“Don't bite my dick off,” Jonghyun says, not looking up from his phone.

“I'm gonna do it,” Taemin repeats. He steps forward, he gets to his knees, he flumps down over Jonghyun’s thighs. “Here I go,” he says, and he opens his mouth and gently clamps his teeth on the shaft of Jonghyun’s ween.

“How dare,” Jonghyun mumbles. Taemin opens and closes his mouth quickly, making little chomping noises without actually putting any pressure with his teeth. Then, when he gets tired of that five seconds later, he just smiles and kisses Jonghyun’s ween instead.

The head of Jonghyun’s dick is the cutest peen head that Taemin has ever seen or tasted. The tasting part isn't that impressive — he's only had like three dicks in his mouth in his life, including his own — but he has seen a lot of dicks and a lot of dick heads and Jonghyun’s is by far his most favorite one. Soft and round and cute, he holds Jonghyun’s dick in his hand and rubs his thumb over the head, smiling against it as he presses little kisses to it, trailing his lips from side-to-side to kiss it from every angle. Every now and again a little drop of pre-come leaks from the tip of his dick and down the side, so Taemin tilts his head to lick it up and then kiss where the drip disappeared.

“You know,” Jonghyun murmurs. His hand plays with Taemin’s hair, petting the strands back out of his eyes. “Usually when someone says, ‘I want to blow you,’ they usually go, like, farther than this.”

“What? Oh,” Taemin says. Oops. He got distracted. “Sorry,” he grins. He kisses the head of Jonghyun’s dick one more time before he wraps his lips around it and starts to actually blow him.

Taemin knows he's not weird for thinking this, but he knows that Jonghyun will think he's weird for doing it, so he only has a few seconds between when Jonghyun finishes peeing and puts his dick back away into his undies to do it. it's not graceful, either, when he slides to his knees on the cramped bathroom floor, pushes Jonghyun’s hip so he turns, and just straight-up grabs his dick, but the little smoochie that he gives to his weenie hole for being cute and round and cute and adorable is worth it. Jonghyun doesn't even react other than to sigh quietly and ruffle Taemin’s hair.

There's not a lot of things that Taemin can do to really tease Jonghyun — he's sensitive all over and has learned through training and practice how to get a nut out of almost everything — but one thing that gets him shivery and beggy is the creases of his thighs. Which works out great for Taemin because he thinks that they're real hot and real pretty and he loves to lie Jonghyun down and rub his thumbs up and down them slowly. He would love it even if it didn't have such an effect on Jonghyun; the begging is just a bonus. Jonghyun pleads with him to do something else so Taemin smiles as pleasantly as he can and leans in, pushes Jonghyun’s legs up further and a wider apart, and trails slow kisses over the creases of his thighs.

Jonghyun and Key have been bickering about something for like twenty minutes in the kitchen, but Taemin was more interested in his tacky judge shows on TV so he didn't feel like going to check it out. Until now, when their raised voices sound much more like arguing than bickering and he feels responsible enough to go at least watch, if not break it up.

“No listen, asshole,” Jonghyun is snapping when Taemin peeps in the doorway. “When I sit down and slouch and my tummy goes blub blub blub blub,” Jonghyun sits down and slouches and lifts his shirt to poke the rolls of tummy fat that appear, “that is a separate part of my body and only exists when I do this. It's the same thing.”

“It is not the same thing,” Key snaps back. “That's not even how it works. Your tummy fat is still there even if you can't see it all of the time. Your ass and your thigh are two different parts of the body and they just transition from one in to the other without any extra hidden body part appearing.”

Taemin feels a little lost. He doesn't know how they went from tummy rolls to the under booty crease. Before he can step further into the kitchen and ask, Jonghyun spots and then points dramatically at him, announcing his name loudly to the room. After Taemin startles, Jonghyun stands up and turns so his back is facing him, looking over his shoulder to keep looking at him.

“Is this part of my butt slash thigh,” he says, reaching down to feel up the underside of his butt where it meets his thigh, “a separate part of my body from both the butt and the thigh?” he asks.

“Well,” Key huff's, walking forward and bending to pick up one of Jonghyun’s legs. “You gotta show him both options,” he says. He makes Jonghyun put his leg up on the chair and then dramatically frames where his butt curves smoothly into his thigh. “Is that not the same part of the body?” he asks. “There is no extra body part, right?”

“Um,” Taemin says. He looks between them and feels like this is a conversation that he shouldn't be getting himself into, but he also looks at Jonghyun’s butt and decides that it wouldn't hurt to take a closer look. He steps forward and then sits down on the tile of the kitchen floor, reaching up with both hands to feel up Jonghyun’s curved booty cheek and uncurved booty cheek over his jeans. “Hmmm,” he hums thoughtfully, hands rubbing and squishing gently. His scientific opinion is that either way Jonghyun’s butt is extremely cute. He feels Jonghyun up for just long enough for them to realize that he's just feeling Jonghyun up, and then, before they can tsk at him and shoo him away, leans up and smooches the crease under Jonghyun's butt cheek.

“If it's something I can kiss then it's a different part of the body,” he says firmly as he stands up. Jonghyun pumps his fists in victory as Key rolls his eyes.

“Can I give your thigh a hickey?” Taemin asks, voice muffled because he has his face pressed against the back of Jonghyun’s right thigh. It's very soft and warm and he's been enjoying lying here on Jonghyun’s legs while Jonghyun lies on his stomach and taps away on his laptop.

“Why?” Jonghyun asks blandly. His leg shifts under Taemin’s face and Taemin assumes that he's twisting to look at him over his shoulder. He shrugs.

“Wanna,” he says.

“Maybe later,” Jonghyun tells him. “I gotta drive to the recording studio tomorrow and I don't want to sit on a bruise the whole way there.” Taemin shrugs, partly in disappointment, partly in acceptance. Okay. He just kisses Jonghyun’s thigh instead, snuggling close and dropping wet, open mouth kisses all over.

The insides of Jonghyun’s thighs are so smooth and soft and pretty. Whenever he's just in his undies or he's wearing shorts or a skirt, Taemin always winds up laying or sitting between his legs just so he can nuzzle his cheek against his lovely soft skin. He’s doing that now, as they all lie on the floor, him and Jonghyun and Jinki, watching some movie and laying on top of each other. Taemin has seen this movie before so he's kind of zoning out and focusing instead on Jonghyun’s thighs, where he can press soft, light kisses all over each one. He feels like maybe he's teasing Jonghyun on accident, if the way he bumps his knee into Taemin’s shoulder every now and again with rising insistence means anything, but he's having fun, so he keeps doing it.

Taemin doesn't know how he got roped into this little local sports event thing, where he's wandering around the center of a track trying to find somewhere where he doesn't melt in the sun. He thinks Jonghyun convinced him with words like “charity” and “fun” and “food after”. Either way, he's hot and bored and when he catches sight of Jonghyun further down the turf, wandering around as well and talking to some of the other attendees with the scrunchie bottoms of his pants hiked up all the way over his thighs, Taemin stops in his tracks and just stares for a little bit.

Jonghyun’s thighs are. So great. He doesn't know shit about muscles or anything but he knows there very cute and pretty and they need to be kissed right now at this very second. He jogs over to Jonghyun’s group of people that are enjoying all of the sporty track and field stuff more than Taemin can ever pretend to care and sits down on the fake grass next to him, resting his head on his thigh. When Jonghyun turns to pet his hair and ask him how he's doing, Taemin paps one of his thighs gently and drops a kiss to the front of his other.

It's supremely unfair, Taemin thinks, for Jonghyun to take him out to lunch and wear a pair of jeans with big holes over the knees. His knees are sooooooo cute in those jeans, round and smooth and slightly knobby and looking like they're begging for kissies under the cafe table. Taemin is almost pouting with how unfair it is that it's not socially acceptable for him to clamber under the table just so he can smooch Jonghyun’s knees.

It's the first thing that he does when they get home. He gently ushers Jonghyun to sit down on the couch and then sits down on the floor in front of him, one hand feeling up each knee with slow circular motions as Jonghyun giggles at him. Taemin doesn't let him get up until he's given each knee at least seven kisses.

It's very nice to be sitting here on the floor between Jonghyun’s knees while Jonghyun sits on the couch and plays with his hair. It's very nice and soothing and stimmy to feel Jonghyun’s soft skin against his cheek and his fingers against his scalp and the brush of tiny braids and the clatter of little butterfly clippies every time he moves his head. He's zoning out, staring dully at the side of Jonghyun’s inner knee, the knobbly bits, the webby of skin on the underside, the smooth space in between. He likes the way it looks and when Jonghyun takes his hands away to reach for another hair bobble, Taemin leans forward and brushes his lips against the side of his knee.

Lying on the floor like this with the backs of Jonghyun’s thighs as a pillow, Jonghyun’s legs kicking daintily in the air as he flirts with Jinki on his phone, Taemin is face-to-face with the underside of his knee. The knee pit, as he likes to call it, specifically to bother Minho, who hates when he calls it that. It's smooth and soft, the skin delicate enough to see little veins underneath. Taemin wants to kiss it, so he does, wiggling forward an inch so he can kiss it gently. Jonghyun giggles in a startled way but doesn't tell him to stop, so he kisses it more, just because he wants to, until it sparks a sort of familiarity in him and makes a smirk grow on his lips. He licks his lips, sucks in a big breath, and before Jonghyun can realize what he's about to do and say more than “Don't—”, latches onto the underside of his knee and blows a big raspberry.

“Snippy snippy...Stimmy stimmy....” Taemin hums to himself as he gently snips away at the hair on Jonghyun’s calf. They're at Minho’s soccer practice, chilling on the sidelines to watch and support him on a day where Jonghyun doesn't hate the sun as much as he usually does, and Jonghyun is lying on his tummy with his chin in his hands as he watches. Taemin got bored, found a pair of scissors, found Jonghyun's left leg, and got to work amusing himself. He likes how he can feel every tiny resistance from every strand of hair that he snips and he likes how it feels prickly against his skin when he rubs his thumb over it and soft in other areas. He likes it a lot — and then he gets bored. He hesitates, looks at the uneven patch of hair that he cut off, and then shrugs, putting the scissors down.

“Finished,” he says, tapping Jonghyun’s leg gently with his fingers. Jonghyun props himself up on his forearm and turns to look back at Taemin’s work. When he sees, he bursts into laughter and reaches back to feel it himself.

“That is absolutely. Not finished,” he says. Taemin shrugs lazily back. He brushes little bits of hair off of Jonghyun’s calf, and then leans down and puckers his lips to press a quick smoochie to it.

“Now it is,” he says.

Jonghyun is all bundled up in bed, blankies covering all of him except for his shin, where his leg sticks out and the bottom of his sweats rides up to around his knee. His skin is warm and golden, his hair is soft and dark, his shin has that weird shin shine that always shows up on anyone's shin for no reason no matter what the light level is. Taemin zeroes in on that little patch of exposed skin and feels an immense softness fill him all the way up on the inside. Jonghyun is so cute all the time in every area no matter what. He was about to leave to go hang out with some friends but he takes a moment to walk up to the bed, bend over, feel up Jonghyun’s leg, and leave a soft kiss on his shin. Then, while Jonghyun is giggling and blushing, he pulls the blankies over his leg and pets him gently.

“Mmmmmmm...ha!” Before Taemin can look around to see what Jonghyun was humming about, Jonghyun shows him by sticking his leggy out really far and directly into his face. Taemin finds himself suddenly face to face with Jonghyun’s skin, the curve where his leg turns into his foot. “Delicate and seductive,” Jonghyun purrs from the other side of the couch, nudging Taemin's chin with it and poking his temple with his big toe. “Exemplify your reverence towards my beautiful existence,” he demands. Taemin bursts into giggles and grabs Jonghyun’s ankle to hold it steady.

“Sure,” he says and lifts Jonghyun’s foot slightly higher so he can kiss the curve of it gently.

“Hey.”

“Wuh?” Taemin looks up from his lovely floor nap when a shoe lightly kicks his shoulder. He opens his eyes, then scrunches them against the light of the sun coming in through the living room window. He feels up for Jonghyun instead, and finds his leg, which he latches onto sleepily. “What?” he mumbles. When he speaks, his lips brush against weird shoelace texture, so he lifts his head until he finds skin. It's Jonghyun’s ankle, he's pretty sure, and he smiles against it.

“Do you wanna —don't,” Jonghyun jumps slightly when Taemin gently kisses his ankle, tugging his foot out of his grasp. Taemin wiggles over the floor until he latches onto Jonghyun’s other foot. “Do you want—oh my gosh.” This time, when Taemin kisses Jonghyun’s inside ankle and Jonghyun tries to step away again, Taemin clings to him with all of his strength and kisses him more. “I'm going to go to McDonald's without you,” Jonghyun threatens.

“Nooooo,” Taemin wails dramatically. He kisses Jonghyun’s ankle once more before he stumbles clumsily to his feet and nuzzles into Jonghyun’s shoulder.

Jonghyun is standing in front of the living room window, watching the street and waiting for Minho to come over and pick him up and take him out for a nice date or whatever, and Taemin is lying on the floor behind him, curled up in a blanket cocoon and rubbing his thumb and down his achilles tendon.

At least, that's what he thinks it is. He's not too sure about anatomy but he's pretty sure that this is the one part where if you get hit here then you become a Greek legend and everyone makes fun of you for thousands of years. He feels it under his thumb, skin slightly dry, not wrinkled but kind of creased, the toughness of the tendon and then the give of the hollowish spots on either side of it, all of it incredibly boring if not for the fact that it's all connected to Jonghyun. Jonghyun is great. And his Greek myth tendon deserves a kissy, so he gives it a kiss, and then tilts his head to gently peck either side of it as well. Above him, Jonghyun hums vaguely in thanks.

“Taemieeee,” Jonghyun calls when Taemin walks past the bedroom door. Taemin pauses, backs up a couple steps, and peeks inside to find Jonghyun on his tummy on the bed, chin propped up in his hands and feet kicking playfully in the air. “Taemie, aren't I cute?” he asks, fluttering both his lashes and his fingers on his cheeks. Taemin smiles on the inside, softness filling him all up, and nods. Jonghyun flushes with happiness and wiggles his shoulders. “What about me is cute?” he asks. That makes Taemin chuckle. Oh. He's looking for validation.

He steps inside the bedroom, crossing his arms and tapping his foot and pouting slightly to make it look like he's really concentrating. Everything about Jonghyun is cute, but what Taemin finds his eyes drawn to this time are his heels, exposed by how both of his socks are only half on his feet, looking very soft and round and adorable as they swing through the air in lazy arcs. Taemin walks forward so he can grab Jonghyun’s ankle and stop his little kicks in mid-air. As Jonghyun squeaks in surprise, Taemin ducks down to smooch his heel and then give it a gentle pat.

“Tireeeeeeed,” Jonghyun wails as he starfishes himself out on the couch, head against the back, arms drooping down the cushions, legs sprawled over the carpet. Taemin smiles as he sits himself in front of Jonghyun. He's been whining since they got into the car after their date. It's very cute. “I'm just gonna sleep here on the couch like this,” Jonghyun says. He closes his eyes and everything and Taemin chuckles. He's tired himself, but he reaches for Jonghyun’s ankle and picks up his foot so he can take his shoes off for him.

When he pulls off Jonghyun’s right boot, his sock comes with it and Taemin is left just holding his foot. He looks at it, at the bottom of it, all wrinkly and full of lines, almost like a palm but not. He brings his other hand up to rub his thumb over the sole of Jonghyun’s foot, smoothing out the wrinkles before he gently pinches them with two fingers. Soft. And cute. And very lovely. And—

“Dude, don't,” Jonghyun says. Taemin glances up to see Jonghyun looking down at him through sleepily cracked eyes.

“Don't what?” he asks.

“Do not put your mouth on my sweaty foot,” Jonghyun says. Taemin glances to his foot again and then back to him, raising one brow.

“Why not?” he asks. Jonghyun exhales a soft laugh.

“Because it's sweaty and gross,” he says.

“Hmm,” Taemin hums. He examines Jonghyun’s foot for another few seconds and then, holding it in both hands, rests his face right up against it, nestling in comfortably. The sound of their skin meeting is a tiny little slap and the sound Jonghyun makes is a tinier little sigh. Taemin smiles, blinking slowly at him with the one eye that isn't pressed up against the ball of his foot. “I borderline felched your belly button that one time,” he says. ”I don't know why you thought your sweaty foot would repulse me.” This time when Jonghyun sighs he does it with his cheek resting in his hand in the most fond and enamored smile on his lips.

“Just kiss me and take my other shoe off,” he says, and Taemin obeys. When he takes Jonghyun’s left shoe off, he kisses that foot too.

When the commercial finally hits, Taemin takes the opportunity to let loose the monster of a yawn he'd been holding in for the last like five minutes. He leans his head back against the back of the couch, eyes scrunched shut and mouth open wide. Then he just sits there like that for a minute, smacking his lips sleepily. Opening his eyes, he squints at a fuzzy pink blob and slowly blinks it into focus. It's Jonghyun’s left foot, crossed over his other ankle, both propped up on the back of the couch. Neat. Taemin appreciates it for a second before he leans his head up and smooches the ball of his foot gently.

Being upside down in bed is second only to being on the floor, in Taemin’s opinion. There's something about it, something about being in a place that's meant for lying down but lying down in it in a way that it's not meant to be lied down in, that's incredibly good and free and queer. Like sitting wrong in a chair, or on a kitchen counter. It's good.

It also means that whenever he does it he’s often face-to-face with Jonghyun’s feet, but he never really minds that much. He appreciates it very much right now, in fact, because while Jonghyun is twiddling away on his phone, Taemin has been resting his head in his arms and tracing the veins and lines that play over the tops of his feet with his eyes in great detail. It's fascinating, how many little intricate details can be in one area and also how strongly his mind can cling to them as something to be interested in. Taemin is staring at a particularly clear and soft area of Jonghyun’s foot when he suddenly gets the irresistible urge to smooch.

So he does, lifting his head and leading the few inches over to plant his lips on the top of Jonghyun’s foot. He kisses the intersection of a couple of veins, too, just to be thorough, and smiles when Jonghyun gently nudges his cheek with the side of his foot.

Taemin feels like, with all of his years of life, he should remember whether or not his toes have hair on them. He's pretty sure that they do; his fingers do, and Jonghyun’s toes do, where he's playing with them in his lap as Jonghyun dozes on the couch with Roo on his tum. He rubs his fingers over Jonghyun’s toe knuckles, feeling the hair under his skin, pinching them and pulling them gently with two fingers. He feels like, whether or not his own toes are hairy, and whether or not he should be worried about how little he knows about his own body, his conclusion out of all of this is that Jonghyun’s hairy toes deserve kisses. He picks up Jonghyun’s foot by the heel and gives a little peck to each knuckle on his toes.

“And you couldn't relight this yourself?” Taemin asks as he picks up Jonghyun’s lighter from the rim of the bathtub with one hand and a tiny pink candle with the other.

“And what, get water drips in the wax?” Jonghyun asks, offended. Taemin chuckles and shakes his head as the wick takes the flame. Good point, he guesses. Putting the candle and lighter down, he leaves his elbows on the rim of the tub and smiles at Jonghyun in there, covered up to the neck in pink bubbles.

“Having fun?” he asks. Jonghyun nods eagerly. He lifts one foot out of the water and crosses it over his other knee, wiggling his toes prettily.

“I'm glittery,” he smiles. Taemin looks closer; he is indeed glittery, tiny specks of pink and white and red dotting his skin.

“You sure are,” Taemin agrees, pushing himself higher on his knees to lean over the tub and smooch Jonghyun’s glittery toes.

“Taem?” Jonghyun calls, walking down the hallway. “Did you want something?” he asks. Taemin huddles around the corner, waiting for him to pass. He absolutely wants something, but it's absolutely a surprise. “Taemin?” Jonghyun’s voice is louder now, closer; any second now he's gonna—

“Aha!” Taemin exclaims, skillfully rolling into the hallway after Jonghyun and grabbing onto his leg. Jonghyun shrieks in surprise as Taemin kisses where his little baby sock clings around his ankle. From there, Taemin kisses his calf, and then kisses it again up higher, and then a third time, but now his lips land on Jonghyun’s shin, because Jonghyun is turning around in his hold.

“Gave me a fucking heart attack,” he snaps, shaking his leg to try to get Taemin off. Taemin grins his gremliniest grin up at him as he kisses his knee.

“Gotcha,” he says. While Jonghyun is rolling his eyes he smooches up his thigh as well, gripping his legs with little hands and squishing gently. He's a little uneven as he gets to his knees one at a time, so he uses that and the fact that Jonghyun is still trying to worm away from him as an excuse to lean over and bite Jonghyun’s booty cheek through his little short boardshorts style undies before kissing his other booty cheek when Jonghyun squeaks and turns sharply. He moves on and up to smoochy over Jonghyun’s back through his shirt until Jonghyun turns back around and he's kissing his tummy instead, wiggling his fingers in between shirt buttons to expose skin that he can graze his lips over.

“Taemin,” Jonghyun says, giggling, backing up and getting his hands under Taemin's shoulders. It feels like he doesn't know whether he's trying to help Taemin stand or push him away, and he backs himself up into the wall of the hallway, and he's giggling the whole time as Taemin finds where his top shirt buttons are undone and takes heavy advantage by peppering kisses all over his chest as he stands up. “Oh my gosh,” he says as Taemin pays special attention to the mole between his collar bones.

One of Jonghyun's hands cups Taemin’s chin, trying to pull him up, probably for a mouth kiss; Taemin grabs his hand and kisses his fingers, his knuckles, the back of it, up his forearm, the inside of his elbow, his biceps, his shoulder, all the way up to his neck. All the while Jonghyun is laughing and trying to say his name between bubbles of giggles. Once he gets there, he rests one hand on Jonghyun’s hip and the other forearm on the wall next to his head, pressing him warmly against the wall.

Taemin is extremely proud of himself so far for how well his plan is working. He kisses up Jonghyun’s neck, the point of his jaw, his chin, the corner of his lips, and hovers over his mouth for just enough time for Jonghyun to expect a mouth kiss before he tilts his face up a fraction and pecks the tip of his nose instead.

“Tae,” Jonghyun whines. Taemin presses a smile to the apple of his cheek. “Are you—” Taemin kisses the flat of his cheek. “Are you do—” Taemin kisses his ear, and then his temple. “You're still— fuck—” Taemin presses the gentlest peck to his scrunched-up eyelid and then the other. Then he smooches between Jonghyun’s eyes and then the center of his forehead. “Are you finished?” Jonghyun finally manages to say. Taemin smiles against his hair as he stands on his tiptoes to kiss the top of his head.

“Never,” he says firmly. He kisses down Jonghyun’s face again, but this time, he lets Jonghyun hold his cheeks in both hands and guide their mouths together to share a kiss. The kiss is half of a sigh of relief from Jonghyun and half of a smug smirk from Taemin. He wraps his arms all the way around Jonghyun’s waist to hold him close and hums lightly when Jonghyun’s fingers thread through his hair. Pulling back slowly with a couple of soft pecks, he rests their foreheads together for a moment. “You know everytime I kiss you like that just because it means I love you, right?” he asks. Jonghyun’s soft laugh fans out against his face and he brings their mouths together again for another kiss.

“Yeah,” he says. “I believe you.” Taemin squeezes him imperceptibly tighter, wanting to feel Jonghyun’s heartbeat against his own. Good.

#jongtae #jonghyun #Kissie Jonghyun Day #taemin #r #fluff #by the way like more than half of this was written using speech to text so if any part of it is funky or weird. That's why lamo #I love him a whole lot and I want to kiss him a whole lot #ydw #🌙

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