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Of Magic & Social Media (2Min) - Ch.2 - The Cat and the Crow

Relationships: Choi Minho x Lee Taemin Genre: fluff, spooky, smut | strangers to lovers, fae & fairies, influencer au Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~4k Tags: (more will be added as chapters progress) Fluff, Spooky, Smut, Fae & Fairies, Social Media Influencer Choi Minho, Alternate Universe - Magic, Mystery

Summary: Minho is a decently successful influencer. He amuses his followers with vlogs of random GPS coordinate exploring. One such adventure leads him deep into the woods, where he stumbles upon a box, locked and buried. Upon opening it, a series of strange, and inexplicable things begin to happen to him. Is it just bad luck? Or did he release something ancient and powerful when he lifted the lid?

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The feeling seemed to be gone by the following morning. Minho was bewildered at the massive amount of notifications he had, the events of the previous day creeping back into his memory after a few moments of concerned scrolling. He wasn’t an unpopular internet presence by any means, but yesterday’s videos seemed to have spread like wildfire.

The panic from the various commenters was nearly comical. He lost count of the number of ‘this is how a horror movie starts’ comments he had. Apparently, according to a handful of helpful, albeit panicked subscribers, the box he’d found was something akin to a metaphorical prison, meant to house a spirit or other entity. A djinn, or genie, was the suggestion of some, while others theorized a demon. Others pointed out the perfect circle in the trees, citing faerie rings. The overall consensus was that Minho had fucked up royally by opening the box and freeing whatever was inside.

Other helpful followers pointed out that the nail was very obviously iron – a common magic tool. The coin was clearly very old, though the date range seemed varied person to person and the reasoning was sound across the board. Many told him to reseal the box and return it, but just as many said it was too late.

As Minho read through everything, the answer became clear. He was sitting on a goldmine of content. This would be an amazing kick off to a virtual horror story. He already had an audience captivated after a single event. And, like many of his favorite virtual storytellers, he wouldn’t let his viewers know right away that it was fake.

Inspired, he hurried through his morning routine and settled at his desk, immediately writing out a storyline and noting out video ideas to keep it moving along. Though he’d primarily created real life vlog style content so far, the ideas were flying out of him. He knew he’d need some help to pull off a few of them, but he had enough friends that could assist without the risk of spoiling it for subscribers.

After establishing what he thought was a solid plot, Minho knew he needed to build up to it. Normal videos, tiny oddities, just enough to keep the interest and make subscribers feel like they were discovering things and putting together pieces on their end.

He rose and went to the coffee table to grab the mysterious box in order to make a follow up video for the morning. His brow furrowed when he realized the table was empty. Did he move it? He could have sworn he’d left it here. He turned on his heel, trying to spot the box. It couldn’t have grown legs and walked off.

Minho searched around the living room, frustrating building in his chest. It wasn’t like him to misplace things like this. Finally, he spotted it, sitting up high on a shelf near some of his collectibles and old awards. He scowled and pulled it down. There was no way he’d put it up there consciously. Maybe he was sleepwalking? He had to remember to make a checkup with his doctor this week, see if they could determine any sleeping issues. What was the alternative? A ghost? Minho chuckled to himself as he walked into the kitchen. He was freaking himself out with all this ghost story planning.

Minho put the box as close to center as he could manage. He opened it and took out the iron nail, balancing carefully upright against the box.

After setting the scene, he went back into the living room to grab his phone, and headed into bedroom. He found a comment on one of the videos to respond to.

“You’ve let out a demon, man – you’re gonna be in a world of hurt. Why would you open a strange box that you found in the woods?! Call an exorcist.”

Minho grinned brightly as he started recording. “Morning everyone. I know there’s a ton of comments, but most of them are sort of in this same vein,” he said, motioning to where the comment floated on the screen. “So, I’ll answer them all with this.” He began walking as he recorded, careful to keep the camera still.

“I don’t really believe in all that stuff,” he explained. “I mean, that app I use, it’s just a random coordinate generator, no matter how much it pretends to be otherwise. Sometimes weird stuff happens, but I’m sure it’s all coincidence. The box is cool, and weird, I’ll give it that. But it’s just an old box. I don’t think there’s anything spooky about it. But since you guys are worried, I’ll record it, I wanted to take a closer look at that coin thing in the daytime.” He reached the living room and paused, scowling visibly on camera as he looked at something in front of him.

“I thought I put it here…” he mumbled. He walked into the living room and touched the coffee table.

“Weird,” he said, grinning sheepishly at the camera. “After I filmed, I could’ve sworn I brought the box in here while I was editing the last video. I don’t think I moved it…” He showed the table and then moved the camera around the living room, a bit, mimicking where he might be looking for the item. He paused when the camera panned past the doorway a second time, making a small noise. “What…”

He headed into the kitchen, keeping the camera facing away from him. It centered on the box, sitting in the center of his kitchen table, the nail – as he’d placed it – propped upright.

“That’s so weird,” he said, laughing a little. He approached the box and zoomed in, letting people see how it was aligned.

“I don’t remember going back into the kitchen last night. I must have been more tired than I thought I was.” He pushed the nail off the box and opened it, reaching in to grab the coin. He walked over to the window and held it up, letting it glint off the sunlight on camera. He rubbed his thumb over it a few times, trying to wipe off the crud that was caked on from so many years in the dirt. “I wonder if there’s anyone around here that can tell me what it’s from. Wouldn’t it be cool if it was like some pirate doubloon or something?” He chuckled and turned the camera back to show his face.

“So, a short answer to all these comments, it’s nothing. Demons aren’t real. Neither are genies or djinn or whatever you guys thought. It’s just a cool old box that someone lost a long time ago.” His grin brightened. “I hope that eases some of your fears. I’ll be back in a while with a new coordinate walk, I hope. Gotta do some boring real-life stuff for a few days, but I’ll try to make the time to get out, or to hop on and chat with you guys a bit.” He waved, letting the coin glint once more off the sunlight as he ended the video. He posted it without editing, hoping to give the illusion of sporadic posting.

He really should get the coin dated, he figured. Having some official evidence could help guide this story idea he had. He turned back to the table. He’d grab the box and put it in something so he could take it out, he figured. Though the box was still in the center of the table, lid opened as he’d left it, the nail had disappeared. Minho scowled. He crouched down; maybe it slid onto the floor. Nope. He stood up once more and laughed at himself. It hadn’t disappeared at all, it was sitting neatly inside the box. Dropping the coin back into the box, he shut it and brought it over to the counter. Into a Tupperware container it went, to avoid spilling any of the dirt in his car. He wasn’t lying on the video; he did have actual errands to run today – but taking a few minutes to stop by a museum or maybe the local college couldn’t hurt.

As Minho headed out the main door of his apartment building, that eerie chill trickled down his spine once more, drawing goosebumps to his arms and raising the hair on the back of his neck. Despite the warm morning sun, Minho felt cold. He glanced back toward the building door, surprised to see a pair of eyes staring back at him. They belonged to the largest cat Minho had ever seen. It was dark grey and black, with surprisingly well-groomed for the length of the fur, particularly the thick, silky silver and black fur that covered it’s chest and went up around it’s neck like a bib. The cat had to be nearly two feet tall sitting, at least the size of a medium dog. It had massive ears, perked directly up and angled toward him, with little tufts at the top that made them look even bigger. Its eyes were close to candy apple green, the black slits of its pupils barely showing in the bright sun.

“Hi,” he said when he recovered from the surprise. “You move quiet for someone your size, you snuck up on me.”

The cat remained still, blinking once at him. The tip of its tail flicked where it was curled around the cat’s front paws. Minho chuckled and pulled out his phone, snapping a photo of the animal.

“I hope you’re not lost,” he said, tucking it away. “I bet someone loves you a lot. You’ve got some pretty eyes.”

The cat blinked once more then opened its jaws in a massive yawn, revealing a mouth of razor-sharp teeth. Minho chuckled.

“I’ll take that as a warning. See you around, fluffy.” He turned and headed down the street to the bus stop.

The sensation of being watched refused to fade even as the day progressed. If anything, it worsened, and anything Minho tried to do to distract from it only dragged his attention back to the feeling even more aggressively. A tight, painful itch formed between his shoulder blades, and he found himself looking over his shoulder far too often to seem normal. Despite the feeling, and the continuous, borderline paranoid monitoring of his surroundings, Minho could never pinpoint a person or animal that was actually doing the watching.

After the important errands were out of the way, Minho headed to a nearby museum. It housed a lot of antiques and oddities from years past, and he figured if anyone could determine the legitimacy of this box, as well as the age of it, it would be someone working there.

The elderly gentleman met with Minho in the musty smelling back room full of boxes and bookshelves. He had a warm smile and cheeks pinked with rosacea, but wore dark glasses despite the already dull, flickering lights of the room. His hands were surprisingly steady as he removed the box from the container and opened the lid.

“Now, where did you find this again?”

Minho pulled up the coordinates and showed the man. “Honestly, entirely by accident,” he said. “I use this app that generates random coordinates. It led me right to it.”

“Random, you say?” The man smiled as if he knew a secret Minho wasn’t privy to. Minho shrugged.

“Well, there’s some stupid story about it being fate or magic or something. Your intentions lead you where you’re meant to be or whatever. But I don’t believe that. It’s all random. But it’s fun to go see where it takes you.”

“Have you ever found anything like this before?”

“No, usually the coordinates are some random person’s house or something.”

“So, how can you say it’s not meant to be?”

Minho frowned a little at the question, his lips pouting out in thought. “I don’t know. I just haven’t ever believed in that sort of thing. I just figured it was a cool old box full of junk.”

The man chuckled again. “Oh, it’s a cool old box, as you put it. And it might be junk these days, but this held a very special meaning to someone many, many years ago.”

“What do you mean?”

It’s not possible to formally date the item; this coin that you found, it’s not actually a coin. Someone did make an impression in it. And though it’s too worn to see what, it is, I have an idea. But it’s not an actual piece of money. Based on the box itself, and the nail, I’d say it’s at least a five years old.”

“What was on the metal piece?”

“I believe you’ve found yourself a goblin jail.”

Minho cocked a brow. He tried not to immediately laugh, his mouth quirking up into a smile. The old man didn’t waver. He smiled as well, and set the metal piece down. He waddled over to a bookshelf packed with books that looked older than the building they were in. He ran the tip of his finger over the worn spines, and Minho wondered how he knew what book was which – the titles had worn off long ago. But, he seemed to know what he was looking for, because he made a small noise of triumph and pulled a dark purple book from one of the high shelves. He returned to the desk, setting it in front of Minho with a small ‘oof’ of effort. Dust puffed from between the pages, making Minho’s nose itch.

“You laugh. Your parents must not have told you the tales,” he said, opening the book. He flipped through a few pages, and Minho was able to see old drawings of fantasy creatures – dragons and faeries, witches and selkies. The paper was old and brittle, and made a sound similar to a moth’s wings when they flipped.

“Here.” The man stopped, leaving Minho to look at a gruesome piece of art. A gnarled beast crouched with a wicked grin and long, pointed ears. It had leathery wings like a bat and a mouth of sharp teeth. In front of it lay a child, curled up and obviously crying as the creature held a small teddy bear hostage in one of its clawed hands.

“The goblin is a type of faerie spirit,” the old man explained as Minho examined the drawing. “They’re seen as bad luck, though they aren’t always bad. If treated well, the goblins can bring a plethora of pleasant things, just like many other of the fae world. But if mistreated, tricked… Or if it feels like it, it can be a harbringer of death and bad omens.”

Minho glanced up at the old man, one brow cocked. “So, this bridge troll supposedly inhabits my box?”

The man chuckled. “In a way, it did. Of course, you opened the box. Which means you’ve freed whatever spirit was inside. And, considering how deep in the woods this particular box was buried… I’d hazard that the goblin wasn’t locked away for stealing a little girl’s doll.”

He tapped the drawing.

“You know this is all fairy tales, right?” Minho asked.

“I do, they are tales of the fae… But even the most ridiculous of legend often has a grain of truth. I wonder what truths the goblin’s tale holds…” The man dropped the metal piece back into the box and closed it. He placed it back into the Tupperware and slid it over to Minho.

“Things don’t happen coincidentally. Not where the fae are involved.”

Minho smirked. “I don’t believe that stuff.”

“You will.” The man pulled the book back and shut it. “Remember to thank it.”

“What?”

“When you meet it. Always thank it. Rule of thumb when working with them.”

Minho sighed patiently. He considered arguing the point, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead he took the Tupperware container and rose, tucking it into his bag. “I’ll remember that.”

Minho bowed and headed toward the door. “Oh!” He turned back, remembering that he’d meant to ask about the nail. The room, however, was empty.

Minho scowled. Surely the old man hadn’t moved that fast… Maybe there was a door he hadn’t noticed. Strange. He shrugged and left, ignoring the strange itch deep in his brain.

Caw. Caw. Minho scowled. He glanced up from his phone, tugging one earbud from his ear. The bus stop was relatively empty as he waited to catch his route home, surprising given the nice weather. He pushed the earbud back in and changed the song, returning to the app he was typing on.

Ca-caw! Caw! Minho yanked the earbud out once more and looked around again, searching for the source of the crowing. He looked down, jumping back when he realized the bird causing the noise was directly at his feet. The sleek black bird lifted a few inches from the ground, flapping and cawing annoyedly, when he jumped. It tilted it’s head up to land an eye on Minho’s face. As they made eye contact, a tiny knot of anxiety formed in the pit of Minho’s stomach. The bird at his feet was very obviously a crow. A large one – biggest he’d ever seen, especially in the city – but a crow nonetheless. Sleek black feathers, nearly blue in the bright sun, a sharp beak, long black legs with dangerous looking talons. The bird’s presence wasn’t what set off all the alarm bells in Minho’s subconscious. No, he wasn’t superstitious the way others were. What activated his fear response was the single beady eye the crow was staring at him with. Instead of blue, or the more common black, this bird’s eye was bright, candy apple green.

Minho swallowed hard. He was physically fighting the urge to run, or lash out at the animal – a response he’d never felt before. He loved animals and would do his best to avoid injuring one, even by accident. But there was something deeply wrong with this one. It opened its beak, revealing a black mouth. It cawed once, feathers on its chest ruffling with the force of it.

“Go away,” Minho warned. The crow cawed again.

Minho carefully nudged his sneakered foot toward it, hoping to scare it off. It once again ruffled its feathers, flapping its wings once before settling back down and waddling back toward Minho. It looked at him once more and cawed.

“What do you want?” Minho hissed. He was suddenly glad for the empty bus stop – people would think he was insane for talking to a bird. He reached into his bag, keeping an eye on the animal. Though he didn’t think a crow could do much damage from the ground, if it flew toward his face it could cause some pretty awful injuries. Moving slowly, he found the remains of the pastry he’d bought for breakfast, wrapped in a paper bag. He carefully pulled it out and opened it, breaking off a piece. The crow made a softer noise, head twitching as it watched.

“Here.” Minho tossed the pastry a few inches away from his feet. The crow turned to stare at the food a moment before waddling over to it and plucking it up. Minho relaxed a little. It was just hungry. And living in the city, it probably realized humans were a potential food source. He’d read somewhere that crows were super smart.

He stepped over to the nearby bench and set his bag on it, breaking off another piece of the pastry and tossing it to the bird. The crow ate it without complaint, trotting back to him and cawing. Minho grinned. It was kind of cute.

“You’ve got some weird eyes,” he commented, dropping another piece near the bird. The crow cawed and scooped it up.

Minho continued to feed the crow until the pastry was gone. He turned the bag upside down to show no more was inside and pushed it back into his own bag. “Sorry buddy, all out.” He glanced up to see the bus approaching. “I gotta go.” He rose carefully, not wanting to scare the bird, and stepped up to the sign to let the driver know he wanted on. He pulled his phone out once more and held it up, taking a photo of the bird as the bus stopped. The sound startled the crow and it cawed annoyedly, taking flight and perching a few feet away on a statue. Even as Minho boarded the bus and it began to move, the bird still watched.

Minho placed the box where he’d found it that morning, on the high shelf among his collectibles.

“So, I met with a person who deals with old stuff at the museum today,” he said when he started recording a new video. He held the camera out in front of him as he put away his purchases from the day. “He said that the metal coin thing isn’t actually a coin. Someone pressed something into it, a symbol or something, but it was too faded away to see what it was. He said it was at least five hundred years old, but he didn’t know much more. He did confirm what you guys said though, whoever buried it thought they were burying a demon of some sort.” He paused for a moment, then continued.

“He figures the coin had the demon’s name on it. And the iron nail was supposed to keep it calm or something, he wasn’t super clear. He was a little odd.” Minho laughed. “I still think he’s crazy – if demons were real, we’d definitely know more about them and have more sightings, you know? It seems like the only people screaming demons are super superstitious folks. But if they were around, you’d think there’d be less skeptics.” He shrugged and grinned.

“Either way, I just wanted to update you guys. Also, I had the weirdest thing happen. When I was out today I saw two animals. Not super weird, it was a cat and a crow. But what was weird was they both had green eyes. Not like, your normal green, but like…” He paused, trying to figure out how to describe it. “I’ll post the photos to my Instagram, it’s hard to explain. It’s almost like someone turned up the vibrancy or contrast just on the eyes. And they both had those eyes. I’ve never seen a bird with green eyes like that, especially not a crow. And the cat was massive. You guys will see, I swear the photos won’t be edited, they’re wild.”

In his excitement, Minho dropped one of the containers he was trying to put away. He swore softly and chuckled, grinning sheepishly at the camera. “Shouldn’t multitask, huh?” He bent down and picked up the container, setting it into the fridge.

“I’m going to do another coordinate generation today, I think. The weather is super nice and I wanna take advantage of it. Maybe I’ll find another demon box.” He winked and stopped the video, posting it. He waited a few minutes for it to start getting some views before going over to his Instagram and posting the photo of the cat and crow he’d taken. He captioned it:

‘Swear these aren’t edited, their eyes are nearly glowing! And have you seen a cat that massive before? Especially a housecat. That thing could eat a small child. The crow was super friendly though, freaked me out for a second – it was right by my feet, but it was just hungry. Smart little thing. It got my breakfast leftovers.’

He felt a little bad about lying about what the old man at the museum said. But he knew, realistically, if he wanted to tell a good, scary story on his platform, a bridge troll wasn’t going to do it, and a Tinkerbell-esque fairy definitely wasn’t going to do it. There was no harm in bending the truth to make a more entertaining story for his subscribers. It was all bullshit anyways, he figured. And it wasn’t like the old man was going to see his video and call him out or something.

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mykoreanlove · 2 months

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i am beyond ✨delulu✨ for this man

“Y/N! Baby! Love of my life! Y/N!”

Taemin’s longing calls filled the whole apartment.

It had been a lazy day for both of you; you had not even bothered to leave the bed.

“I’m coming!”, you screamed back, hoping he’d hear you in the other room.

You smiled to yourself as you applied the vanilla-scented lotion all over your body, taking your time to pamper yourself some more. You deeply inhaled the scent and reveled in the feelings it gave you. Safety, comfort, and love, just like Taemin did.

The look in the mirror confirmed it beautifully – you were glowing, radiating with love and happiness like never before.

“Y/N!”

You shook your head laughing and put on a silky robe, making your way over to your bratty boyfriend.

It was dark as the sun had already set but the golden fairy lights he had put up in the whole apartment guided you on your way to him.

Taemin sat on the leather couch, eagerly waiting for you. He wasn’t wearing anything but grey sweats, showing off his upper body deliciously.

His eyes glowed as brightly as the fairy lights as he finally saw you.

“Y/N!”, he smiled happily.

You walked over to him with the biggest smile on your lips, eternally grateful to be loved like that.

Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him, quite the opposite actually. He was looking you up and down, gracefully admiring what was his.

You sat down on his lap and brushed away his dark, long hair, exposing his beautiful features even more.

“Why did you call me?”, you whispered innocently.

His hands roamed your body cautiously, treating your delicate skin like marble. Soon after, they landed forcefully on your ass, squeezing, and pulling you closer to him.

“I just missed you too much.”, he answered truthfully.

“We spent the whole day fucking and you still miss me?”, you laughed out loud.

“Technically, it wasn’t the whole day”, he whispered while looking into your eyes deeply. “Let’s make it that though.”

You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips while mumbling.

“You’re insatiable, Lee Taemin.”

Taemin broke the kiss and looked at you, hands at your sides squeezing.

“How could I not be when it’s you, y/n?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, once again, you were falling for him.

Your lips crashed onto each other, hungrily longing for more.

Wandering hands, grazing teeth, soft lips, and dirty kisses – Taemin loved you in the same way he performed his music: artistically and eclectically.

You were grinding on him, feeling the hard bulge against your throbbing core.

His hands wandered to the front of your robe, untying the knot, and slipping it off your shoulders.

“That’s a very pretty gown, baby. But it looks better on the floor if you ask me.”

You chuckled as you slid it off entirely, exposing your nude body to him.

His eyes widened once more, admiring every single inch of you. Even though he had seen you naked millions of times, he was still taken aback by it. He never made you feel ordinary or taken for granted, no, he made you feel like a precious gem, like something you would die for.

“I was right. You look way better without it.”, he mused.

He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Taste so good”, he mumbled against your skin.

He buried his head into your neck and inhaled your scent.

“Smell so good”, he muttered quietly.

Taemin loved praising you, whereas you loved the feeling of being praised. His worship got to your head, turning you into a throbbing mess.

“Taemin”, you whined as you circled your hips once more.

“What is it? Is my baby needy?”

You cried out in frustration, needing him right this instant.

His eyes wandered to his crotch, smirking while doing so. The area was dark grey, proof of how needy you truly were.

He shook his head in fake disapproval and looked at you once more.

“So needy for me, huh? Leaking on my sweatpants like that?”

Your cheeks turned rosy, slightly embarrassed by your actions.

“Adorable”, he muttered under his breath as he saw you get shy and look down.

“You really need me that badly, huh?”

You nodded again. With a swift motion he got up from the couch while still holding you, walking towards the bedroom once more.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

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dlstmxkakwldrlarchive · 2 months

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xotaemintol · 2 months

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5HINee MOST LIKELY TO (NSFW)

Writers block is beating my ass rn, I have requests that I can't finish and prompts I want to do but can't, so till it passes l'II at least post things like this to stay active.

PRONOUNS USED: None//fem implied

TWS: Sub!idol, Dom!idol, sub!reader, dom!reader,overstimulation, pet play, oral (m/f receiving), pegging, daddy/mommy kink, bondage, S&M, cuckhold, and dirty talk.

MINHO 9.8/10

Despite being the jealous type he enjoys watching, he mostly likes watching you getting eaten out rather than you fucking someone else, something about seeing one of the members head between your thighs and your eyes rolling back always makes him so excited.

He first tried this with Kibum, you were tied up to the bed frame and blindfolded, your legs were wide opened and you were completely exposed to the two men as you wiggled around and waited for their next move. You weren't expecting to feel a mouth against you and you especially weren't expecting for it to be Kibums, but you weren't against it. The messy sounds of Kibum eating you out made Minho feel so turned on, the way your body spasmed and how your legs trembled made Minho wonder how long you wanted to do something like this, your begging and whining making his breathing heavier and his body hotter.

"…Oh god!" You had screamed so loudly, struggling against the restrictions of the handcuffs that dug into your wrists as you tried to escape the pleasures of Kibums tongue. You could feel Minho's eyes on you as Kibum ate you out, the feeling made you feel so dirty but so pleased. "Does it feel good baby? Is he pleasing you?" You nodded at Minho's question, desperately wanting to look at him as you answered.

TAEMIN 8.3/10

While he usually portrays a more possessive and jealous persona, Taemin loves it when you punish him by doing something like this, he's a slut for all things lustful in life and the filthier the better. He's full game to watch you get on your knees and let one of his members fuck your face, and matter of fact, he likes it even more when you tell him to touch himself while he watches.

It first started with Jonghyun, Taemin had been a brat for days now and you kept letting him get away with it but you were fed up and decided that you'd need to show him that if he didn't behave then he wouldn't get his way. You had pulled Jonghyun's hand leading him into your bedroom with Taemin sitting on the bed, telling him to sit there and look pretty as Taemin sat anxiously biting his lip as he watched. The way your hips looked as you rolled them against Jonghyun made the slight erection in his pants grow faster than what he'd like to admit, he watched with heavy eyes as you slowly undressed him and kissed all over his neck and shoulders, pressing your butt against his crotch and glancing back at him with sharp eyes. Taemins whole body felt hot and when Jonghyun started to touch you too, he was dying to join, but the moment he stood up you told him to sit back down and watch, so he did.

The way you slowly got on your knees and removed the last of Jonghyun's clothes made Taemin's hands sweat, even seeing your pretty lips wrap around the head of his dick made him whimper as if he could feel it himself. And the way Jonghyun grabbed your hair and began guiding your head left him shamelessly touching himself as he waited for his turn.

JONGHYUN 7.1/10

He was a little more hesitant but when he thought more about it he decided to give it a try and now, he doesn't mind seeing you being kissed or groped by someone else, especially when it's one of the members.

The first time he tried it was with Taemin, the three of you were sat on his couch and Taemin's hand was in your shirt as he kissed you. But Jonghyun didn't just sit and watch, he'd rather play too, so as Taemin's tongue went inside of your mouth he kissed the side of your neck, the way you moaned into Tamins mouth and put your hand in his hair made him bite his lip. He stopped for a moment to watch a little more, encouraging Taemin not to hold back as you lean in closer. The moment Taemin stopped holding back you were sitting on his lap, his hands all over your body as he kissed you till your lips were sore and your underwear was soaked, for a moment Jonghyun thought about letting you have them both, the way you gripped Taemin's shoulders told him how much you were enjoying yourself and as he was opening up to the idea.

When you had both slipped off your pants Jonghyun positioned you so that Taemin was behind you and that you were on top of him, the three of you playfully grinding against each other as Taemin kissed the back of your neck, the tension was getting heavier and it was becoming clearer that the night would end with both of them inside of you.

KIBUM 7/10

I know I'm rating him lower, but I think he's just as into it as Jonghyun actually. He enjoys when you tie him up to a chair and force him to watch you ride one of them, he didn't expect to enjoy it at first but being completely stripped naked and forced to watch makes him so painfully horny.

Jinki was happy to fill the spot of a third, you had come to him about it with Kibum and you were originally asking for advice on if it was a good idea or not, neither of you expected for him to volunteer to try it with you but you were both happy to accept. So you led both the men to your bedroom and with the help of Jinki, after stripping Kibum down you tied him to the bed and kissed him. For a while you and Jink were only playfully touching, slowly building up before you got on your knees and started to suck his dick, reacting right away Jink threw his head back and cursed softly, his eyes closed as he put his hand in your head and forced your head down. Kibum watched with his cock twitching between his thighs, biting his lip so hard that it was turning red, he wanted to touch you so bad and the sound of Jinki's voice as he praised you made that desire worse. It didn't take too long for him to be squirming against the restraints, the way you looked at him and degraded him made him whine.

"Please.." As Kibum watched Jinki bend you over on the bed beside him his desperation became too much, his needy expression was so pretty and as Jinki pressed himself against you with his hands holding your hips in place you giggled, reaching and touching Kibums thigh gently. you had decided that this was enough torture for now.

JINKI 5.1/10

If it pleases you then he'll allow it, but he'll only allow so much, surprisingly he's a lot more possessive than he looks, rather, he just doesn't like the idea of sharing as much, but if it's what you really want then he'll do it.

He had let you pick and your choice was Minho, he expected it and didn't ask why, he just agreed. His eyes watched carefully, he sat back with his legs spread. He was still fully dressed as the two of you hungrily kissed, he paid close attention to the way your hands explored Minho's body and nodded his head every time you looked at him for approval when you wanted to explore more. When Minho had led you to get on your knees you looked back at your husband, biting your lip as you pleaded with your eyes for a yes, of course, he let you, telling you that you didn't have to ask if it was what you wanted and telling you to make sure you did a good job for him.The way he spoke to you made sucking Minho's dick so much more exciting, you could feel him watching you as you slowly licked up the shaft of his cock and put your hands on his muscular thighs, the feeling made you unbelievably wet, and as you felt yourself becoming more excited you stopped and asked him for permission.

"I've let you do enough haven't I?" But he didn't let you suffer for long, instructing you to get on the bed he gets behind you as Minho gets in front of you. The feeling of Jinki fucking you as Minho pulled your hair and fucked your face made your whole body tremble."This was what you wanted?" As Jinki leaned down to your ear your walls throbbed around him, clamping onto him tightly as your moans are muffled by Minho's cock. "Do you like being fucked like a dirty slut baby? Does my pretty girl like being fucked from both ends like this?"

Most likely to be Whiny During Sex

TAEMIN 20/10

Pegging

It doesn't matter what role he's playing, a sub, bratty sub, power sub, soft dom, service dom, whatever the role he plays he's always so whiny during sex. Even when he doesn't start off that way, he always becomes so broken when you fuck him, especially if you overstimulate him, ruin his orgasms, or peg him. He'll get so whiny and it always sounds so pretty.

Taemin gasped, biting his kiss bruised lip as the head of your strap on brushed against his prostate, his sensitive cock already throbbing and leaking shiny ropes of precum as his back arched. "So pretty. You teased, your hands caressed his hips before you slowly ran your fingers through his hair and pulled harshly, a loud moan left his pillowy lips and he called out your name, his voice cracking as you started to fuck him faster. "s-so...so good.." You could hear him starting to break, the way his voice faded as you let go of his hair told you that he was enjoying himself. "Is it that good baby?" You asked, pushing his head down into the pillows you pressed your body against his firmly, angling your hips against him as you pushed him forward.

The slight change in position made his head spin, it felt like he was going to melt and when you reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock at the same pace he had lost it. Moaning loudly as he pushed back into you and whimpering as he became sensitive.

KIBUM 10/10

• Oral

Kibum is vocal no matter what he's doing. Dom or sub Kibum is going to let you know how he feels, what he likes, where he likes it, and how good it is.But he only gets whiny when he's subbing, especially when you're giving him head. Even when hes trying not to, he can't help but break every time he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Baby.. Kibums low voice trembled and his body quivered as he looked down at you, the feeling of your tongue teasing his cock made his head feel empty. "Don't tease me all night, l've been a good boy for you haven't I?" As you look up at him he trembles and grips the pillow behind his head tighter, he can't tell what you'll do next—the desire to feel your tongue against the head of his cock again clouds his brain so much that he couldn't guess if you wanted him to. "If you're such a good boy, why are you being so impatient?" As your hand slides up his thigh he whimpers and closes his eyes, it pains him to beg like this but he can't help it. "P-Please ma'am, please don't- a…..ah..” Finally when he feels your soft lips wrap around the head of his cock he's silenced by his pleasure.

As you slowly take him deeper he moans louder, his head leaned back against the pillows as he struggles not to move his hips. Every desperate cry that leaves his pretty lips pushes you to please him further, and the deeper you take him the louder he becomes. "God…..oh God!" He cries out, "Y/N! You...please... fuck, please let me cum in your mouth, please?" Kibum looks down at you, his eyes wet with desire and lust as he pleads with you. But he's given no response—not that he could complain with your tongue ruthlessly sliding across the slit of his pretty cock. His hips shuddered as he looked away and his toes curled, he could only manage gentle, raspy cries of your name that were too pretty to be ignored.

JONGHYUN 10/10

•grinding/foreplay

Jonghyun is very vocal in bed no matter what since he's usually praising you or guiding you, he often talks you through orgasms so it's not new for him to be vocal. But whiny…..Jonghyun only gets whiny when he's been waiting all day. When he hasn't seen you in about two days and only got a few kisses before leaving, that's when he becomes a mess. During foreplay he won't be able to keep himself from huffing and moaning, just kissing you has him losing his mind and when he starts grinding against you he can't help but become desperate.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the lights were still on. Jonghyun hadn't even stopped to close the door, he needed to get his hands on you as soon as possible and he wasn't going to waste another second trying to set the mood. The mood was set the moment you told him how badly you wanted him, you should've expected your clothes to be on the floor the moment he got in. The way his hands restlessly touched you and stripped your clothes away told you how tonight would go, those two days away from you was enough to make him feel unbearably impatient.

"Did you miss me baby?" He asked in a shaky voice, his hips moved slowly against you. Your legs spread and pushed back as his cock slowly dragged up and down between vour lips, every time the head of his length bumped your clit you shivered. It felt so heavy, precum leaks from him and your love wets him even more. "Mhm…so...much." Your breathing became heavier, you were becoming so desperate for him and he felt the same about you. His quiet moans were becoming shaky and with every thrust he became slightly louder, going faster as he looked down between your body's to watch. "So...hmmm…..so pretty, you're so pretty..." As he continued to speak his voice cracks, he wanted to be inside of you so badly but knew that a little anticipation would make sliding into you feel heavenly. "F…Fuck..”

MINHO 9/10

During sex/penetration

When Minho gets really riled up, when he's so impatient, when he's been waiting for hours to feel you—that’s when he gets whiny. He's always vocal, usually it’s because he leads 80% of the time, but also because he knows you like it. Whatever it takes to get you off he'll do, but luckily; being vocal in bed comes naturally for him. But he's the most vocal when he's inside of you, especially when he's been waiting for hours to fuck you. He's not afraid to admit that he enjoys when you make him wait, something about the way you respond to him being brought to his knees and desperately pleading with you turns him on so much.

As he slid inside of you he shuddered, his bottom lip quivered from the feeling of you—your walls felt so hot, so wet and tight that he could cry. The soft pulsing of your warmth was so intense and his cock felt so sensitive, he thought he'd burst before getting all the way inside of you and the look of pure bliss in your face as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside of you made him tremble. His breathing became just as shaky as his body as he finally bottoms out inside of you—he could feel your excitement pooling and dripping as he paused to breathe. But even stopping for a second couldn't save him.

As you looked up at him with lustful eyes and a needy expression he softly cursed and waited for your next command. "Ming..baby, fuck me," You said breathlessly, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Your desperate orders made him whimper as he nodded his empty, and his eyebrows knotted together as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from you, watching every inch come out as he bit his lip and gripped the pillow underneath your hips. "..F...Fuck..” His soft whimper made you throb, his voice cracked just a little as he paused and looked back at you. "You..You're so pretty Y/N, fuck you're so pretty…so fucking pretty." Finally he begins to move again, his slow thrusts turn into lust filled rutting as he whimpers and moans in your ear; chanting over and over again that you're so fucking pretty.

JINKI 7/10

Mutual/simultaneous masturbating

Jinki isn't as vocal as the others but that doesn't mean he's silent, he likes using his voice to guide you or to tell you when you're doing a good job but you had proposed the idea of mutual masturbation and he couldn't really tell where to use his voice during this type of play. Of course, he knew he could easily praise you and tell you what to do but he's well aware that you know what you're doing—but his concern was easily put to rest when you suggested that he just go with the flow. And when he did he seemed to be just as vocal as he is when he's fucking you, maybe watching you touch yourself to the sight of him was what turned him on so much; or maybe it was you watching him get off to you.

As you rubbed quick circles against your clit Jinki watched with his lip trapped between his teeth, you looks so sexy like this. The sight of your hand between your thighs and your pretty pussy dripping as you watched him made him feel so feral—he did his best to match his pace with yours, but when you slid your fingers down to your entrance he couldn't help himself anymore. As he began fucking his fist Jinki watched you with hungry eyes, the way your hands explored every inch of your body; and the way your body shivered when you caressed yourself made him weak in the knees. He wanted you so bad.

Without thinking about it Jinki stood up as he decided that watching wasn't enough for him. He had to get you off and be inside of you; but you stopped him before he could reach you and said; “What are you doing baby? You're supposed to be watching...” A soft whine left his lips as you grinned and motioned for him to sit down in front of you, with your legs wide you pointed to the floor in front of you and bit your lip. "Or do you want a closer look?" Feeling impatient but willing, Jinki sat down in front of you. You were both breathing so heavily and so horny that you could explode. But that feeling only got stronger when Jink grabbed your leg and pressed his face against it, slowly stroking himself as he looked up at you with needy eyes. "You don't know how bad...oh my God..." As he inhaled the smell of you he leaned his head back and let out a mixture between a soft moan and a whimper. "..I can't, I need to fuck you baby, will you let me?" As he looked up at you he began to beg.

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venomousnakes · 3 months

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MINHO, KEY & TAEMIN for Elle Men Japan

#240228 #shinee #choi minho #minho #stay for a night era #official #taemin #kibum #shinee x boucheron #endorsement #elle men jpn april issue 24 #taeminkey

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imaginidol · 11 months

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Taemin: Stars Under the Rain

“Taemin!” You hissed at the giggling boy as he practically jogged away from you with your shared umbrella, leaving you to be slowly soaked under the evening rain’s mist.

“You menace,” you whisper, pulling at his ear once you’ve caught up to him for the umpteenth time. “If I have to say your name one more time, someone’s gonna recognize you and the rest is history!”

Taemin only giggled some more and looked around the street at the walking pedestrians around you.

“What if a reporter hears us? Me with you? How funny do you think the headlines will be?”

“Taemin, that’s not funny!” You can’t help but stifle a short laugh at the ridiculousness of the boy in front of you.

“Fine, how about you hold the umbrella now?” He offers you the bright green umbrella along with a sheepish grin.

“Wow, thanks, Tae,” you roll your eyes at the realization that the only reason he returned the umbrella was because evidently, the mist had suddenly stopped.

He giggles again and pulls his hoodie over his head.

“Okay, okay,” he smiled, offering you his hand. “I’ll be good now.”

You pinched his arm before generously accepting his hand, wrapping your cool fingers around his.

While he was a bit of a menace to be around, you appreciated and loved the way Taemin would turn into a completely comfortable and playful version of himself when he was with you. There weren’t too many people he would show this side to.

“Look,” he says, stopping shortly before a line of street-way trees decorated with holiday lights.

You look up to see where his eyes have landed. You’re taken aback by the breathtaking sight of brightly-lit trees. While you always knew the city decorated their trees for the holidays, you had never actually stopped to admire the work put into the heavenly sight and how beautifully it complemented the dark sky at night.

“Wanna know what I think of these trees?” He looks at you quietly.

“Tell me what you think,” you reply.

“I really like how each bulb, regardless of its shape or size, is very pretty on its own. It’ll light up the dark pretty well. But I do prefer how they all complement each other when they’re all together, different shapes and different sizes. They look like cosmos when they’re all together.”

“I like that thought,” you say, admiring the twinkling lights all around you both. “Do you see those star-shaped lights, Tae? I think of you as one of those, in a sense.”

“Is it because I’m an artist and being a ‘star’ is my career?” He smiles.

“That’s too literal, Tae. I mean like… you’re very admirable in your own way. Inside and outside of your career. You work hard for what you give, you give your best when someone asks for your advice. You have people all around you that support you and help you succeed well. It makes you stand out like one of these star-lights. And if you put you and your supporters together… you all become a big, lit-up beautiful tree. You give inspiration to many in more ways than one.”

Taemin was quiet for a while, soaking in your calming words. The corners of his lips would curl to the tiniest of smiles when he thought of you at times like these.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I appreciate the way you see me for me, in and out of my career. But you’re missing something in your analogy.”

“What am I missing?”

“While it may be a beautifully lit-up tree that I’ve cultivated over my life, it takes just one precious person to notice it all and truly appreciate its existence. You see me and you appreciate me, my supporters, my life when the lights are turned off, my life when I’m shining at my brightest. I appreciate having you be that person. You make me feel very… seen.”

Your cheeks redden warmly and you can’t help but pull your boyfriend’s face close to plant a sweet kiss against his cheek, to which he smiles and returns one against your lips.

One, two, four little kisses later, the mist of rain is back. This time, you have the upper-hand with holding the umbrella. You realize this and immediately jog away from Taemin, leaving him in a heap of shock and giggles as he runs calling after you, the rain mist hitting his face and yours as you both briskly ran away under the brightly shining holiday trees.

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wantbytaemin · 11 months

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travel essentials taemin version

#first he said he’s packing. and i quote. his cats and rice #the very next thing? headphones for minkey purposes #also like i know that’s not how it works but i think it’s just hilarious for him to be called a maknae at his big age i love it so much #shinee #taemin #minho #x

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shineemoon · 10 months

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Old Ferry Donut x SHINee SHINee Donut Launch ➫ 2023.7.13.THU (KST)

#SHINee #onew #key #minho #taemin #Old Ferry Donut x SHINee

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mintimingi · 10 months

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SHINee thirst drabble

I had a whole SHINee thirst post but Tumblr didn't post it and just got rid of it. So here's the tl:Dr of that post.

Also Posting to let you know I'm taking requests for SHINee now!

Onew

A saint, he could do no wrong. Lives to love, and he loves making you happy. He'd pretty touchy, the physical touch makes him feel loved. Always has to hold you close, or at the very least hold your hand.

But... He's not all pleasure no pain.He's growing out his hair for a reason.

Hair pulling seems like something he's really into but he's also really shy about.

His delicate body would weaken feeling his hair getting harshly tugged. His mind gets too focused on the pleasure and the pain, he just smiles dumbly.

Minho

Another cutie. He's shyer than he seems , maybe more shy than Onew. He'll smile and giggle at all the praise he gets, shy away from eye contact, ya know the works.

As big and strong as he is, something tells me he likes being vulnerable. Cuffs would be his favorite, and if you're feeling extra sadistic, throw in a blindfold.

He'd love being tied up and teased.

Need I say more?

Key

Unpredictable. He can be sweet one night and bratty the next morning. The one constant with Kibum is that he's never too serious. He loves just chill, loving sex, so sue him.

He can't take himself seriously in the bedroom and he'd rather not pretend to.

He tends to be on the softer side, doesn't like fast sex mainly because he doesn't like getting all hot and sweaty. He just wants to feel good without feeling all wet and gross after.

He's a kisser, just plenty of soft pecks on the lips and the cheek, easily getting him to blush and ask for more.

he'd def wanna hold your hand while you fuck.

Taemin

Asshole. The brattiest, we know this, he's just too much. And he wants too much,even after he cums he wants to make you cum, he wants to be overstimulated, he wants to be fucked stupid.

The physical intimacy is what makes Taem go crazy. Taemin can handle anything, just please don't restrain him, he just wants to hold onto you and feel you against him.

"please, please, please, I promise I'll be good just please don't cuff me. Please let me feel you, please Miss.."

#dom!reader #sub kpop #sub!idol x reader #top reader #gender neutral reader #sub!kpop #sub! idol #sub shinee #subtaemin #sub!taemin #sub!minho #subkpop

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peppertaemint · 5 months

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There's just something abt this 2min picture (https://x.com/lora_1209/status/1733632263278211180?s=46) that is so wonderful...Not sure if it's the contrasting style yet perfectly matched color scheme or just their vibe but they look like a billionaire couple that has been married for 30 years 😅

🤭 You're not wrong, Anon. If you were a "local" at Haneda and saw these two, there would be major rich couple vibes.

This entire look to me gives "rich wife who doesn't understand why she has to fly commercial."

Minho's look is very "listen, we're getting rid of the Learjet because it's bad for the environment. This isn't a big deal" but he's still stalking through the airport wanting to get it over with.

This is an entire fanfic now. 💀

In other news, good on Key for just doing his own thing and not travelling with them, not having lunch with them. I would be the same.

#2Min #2Min shinee #taemin x minho #shinee

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2cinnamin · 1 year

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Taemin: [slut mode activated; must out-slut everyone]

Minho: [... giggles and runs away]

#why did you need to run away minho #i'm sorry idk where I got this gif #if you're the gif maker pls let me know #2min #2min archive #taemin x minho #taeminho #shinee 2min #a classic 2Min moment

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here4theheartbreak · 2 years

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Of Magic & Social Media (2Min) - Ch.1 - The Box

Relationships: Choi Minho x Lee Taemin Genre: fluff, spooky, smut | strangers to lovers, fae & fairies, influencer au Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~2100 Tags: (more will be added as chapters progress) Fluff, Spooky, Smut, Fae & Fairies, Social Media Influencer Choi Minho, Alternate Universe - Magic, Mystery

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When he started filming videos, chronicling his adventures using the random location app, he didn’t expect anyone to pay attention. Not only did they, one innocuous commenter gave him a brilliant idea.

How scary would it be if you found something like a demon portal or something at one of those locations?

Though Minho immediately loved the idea, he had no real idea how to start a story like this. So, he set it aside and continued his random coordinate adventures, showing his quickly growing follower count all the things he found, when he did.

The generated coordinates had taken Minho further outside of his normal travel range by quite a bit. Not that he minded; the point of this app was to explore new areas he may never have noticed otherwise.

The ones today led him into a thick, wooded area, off the dirt path he’d been following. As he trekked deeper, toward the spot the coordinates pointed to, he talked freely to the camera he was holding. He noted the scenery, showing it off. He’d have to edit the footage he filed down to a few minutes, but in his experience more raw footage never hurt.

The trees seemed to grow closer around him, choking out the sun’s rays and casting a diffused glow over the world. “It’s cold,” Minho said aloud as he stepped over a fallen log. “Feels like it’s way later in the day than it is.”

To his right, a branch snapped, echoing far louder than he thought possible in the tight trees. He jumped, the phone shaking as he laughed.

“Don’t know why I’m so jumpy,” he said, taking a moment to gather his bearings. “This is deep out here. I’m actually losing a bit of phone service.” A knot of worry began to tighten in Minho’s belly. He laughed regardless. “I guess this is what they mean when they say off the beaten path.”

He turned the camera to face the gold hued woods. “Forward, it says, a few hundred or so paces, probably.”

Keeping the camera turned away from himself and to the path he was walking, he began to head forward again.

The coordinate point was directly in the center of a small ring of trees. Though, according to his phone, it was only nearing five in the afternoon, the thick foliage blocked nearly all of the sunlight, making it look closer to evening.

Minho looked around in silence for a moment, allowing the camera to pan over the area. “It was about an hour to walk out here,” he began, stepping toward the center of the tiny clearing. “Doesn’t seem to be much, but so weird how it led to this perfect little circular clearing, right?”

He turned in a slow circle. He took another step forward as he did, and the ground under his foot sank a few inches.

“Wh—” H angled the phone down, letting the camera focus on the needle covered ground. He moved his foot and crouched, brushing at the divot it had created. As he did, the top of a small wooden box was revealed.

Dark dirt was caked into the cracks in the wood. The edges were covered in a rusted metal. Minho remained silent, barely remembering that he was filming as he reached out and grasped it. He gave it a firm yank, surprised when it came free easily.

The box was only about four inches by thee, and had a small clasp at the front with a keyhole, filled with dirt.

“This was directly at that pinpoint of the coordinate,” Minho commented. He let himself sink down further, hitting the ground with a soft ‘oof’.

He examined the box through the camera for a moment, trying to push the release button, but it was stuck tight.

“There’s a keyhole.” He set the box aside and began to paw through the loosened dirt with his free hand, hoping to find a key. When nothing else popped up, he sighed. “It’s getting darker really fast, and I don’t want to be out here, animals and that sort of thing. My service has been spotty too, and I didn’t bring any real gear since I didn’t realize just how far into the woods this was.” He grabbed the box and rose, doing one last slow pan around the clearing before pointing the camera down and pulling up his GPS once more.

For a long moment it loaded, and Minho was afraid it wasn’t going to connect. He’d left no path markers, and being lost this far from a trail or actual civilization was a terrifying prospect. Moments before a panic set in, the map screen finally loaded, providing him with a path out of the woods and to his waiting car. He sighed in relief and began to walk, pulling the camera back up as he did.

“So, I couldn’t get this box thing open. I’ll take it home with me, try to get it open there. It’s dark, so I want to get back at least to the trail fast so I don’t wind up lost.” He stopped recording and wet back to the map, using it to guide him out of the woods.

When Minho reached his car, he started a new recording, taking a moment to fix his hair, plastered to his forehead with sweat. He grinned then, pausing for a moment to make editing easier.

“Made it. Was out way longer than I thought.” He flipped the camera to show the time on his car’s clock. “I’m going to drive home and shower,” he said as he turned it back to himself. “Then I’ll edit this and get it out, then try to follow up with the opening of the box.” He ended the recording with a long shot of the box, sitting on his passenger seat, and began to drive home.

Freshly showered, Minho spent an hour editing down the footage into bite sized chunks. Though it was dull, Minho often found himself catching little things he’d missed when he was walking in real time, noises or sights he’d not seen, etcetera. While editing, he was strangely, keenly aware of the box sitting a few feet away. His attention kept drifting, eyes wandering to it. What was in it? Why was it buried in that spot? Minho didn’t believe in fate or ghosts, or really anything supernatural or metaphysical, and he was sure whatever was in the box would be entirely anti-climactic. But there was just something… Off about the feeling he was getting.

After finishing the videos and uploading them, he brought his phone over to the kitchen table. He set it up and waited a few moments, having let his followers know he’d follow up with a live video about opening it shortly. When enough time had passed, he began recording. He waited longer, watching the number of viewers go up in number. There were immediately comments about how he shouldn’t open it, asking if he’d already tried, asking specifics about the box, etcetera. Instead of answering, he jumped right into speaking.

“Hey guys. Didn’t want to leave you all in suspense all night, so I figured I’ll get to this now. I’m sure it won’t be anything, so you guys won’t need to worry, but it’s a cool little find anyway, right? So here’s the box up close, now that we’re in better lighting.”

He brought the box closer to the camera and turned it slowly. It was solid wood from what he could feel, and now that he was looking closer, he could see the true age – everything worn down smooth and dull.

“There was no key that I could find, but honestly with how old this thing is, it’s probably too eroded to open anyways,” he said, looking at the rusted clasp and tiny keyhole through the camera. He pulled the box back and grabbed a paperclip that he’d set off to the side of the camera. He straightened it and jammed the end into the keyhole, wiggling it gently. As he did, he glanced over the comments that were coming in, and grinned.

“Hey, I have no idea how to do this, don’t come at me,” he joked. He continued to wiggle the clip, forcing dirt from the hole but not getting him any closer to opening the box. Various commenters were trying to offer advice, which he did try to take, but all to no avail.

Frustrated, Minho swore under his breath and tossed the paperclip aside. He glared at the box, turning it carefully in his hands.

“I’m gonna get into this stupid thing, I swear.” He mumbled. There was a seam around the lid, though the hinges seemed to be on the inside. He ran his thumbnail along it, scraping dirt out as he did.

“I wonder…” He set the box down and rose, pulling a butter knife from his drawer before returning. He glanced at the comments, chuckling a little at the ones still warning him away from it, or suggesting elaborate ways of getting the lock open. He waved the butter knife.

“Honestly, there’d better be something in here after all this work,” he said as he slid it into the seam. He began to wedge the blade in, twisting up every few centimeters as he scraped more of the dirt out.

The wood began to creak under his ministrations, allowing the knife to twist a bit more each time. He focused his effort near the clasp, trying to wedge the blade behind the old metal.

The knife slipped all the way in suddenly, startling Minho. He jerked and twisted the handle in response, and a satisfying crack of wood filled his ears. He cried out joyously, raising his arms in a surprised cheer. “Got it!”

He laughed as he spoke. He picked up the phone then and turned it to show the top of the box. The metal that had been holding it shut was askew and the lid sat a few millimeters crooked.

“Time for the big reveal,” he joked. He opened the box with his free hand.

As he did, a cool chill ran down his spine, raising the hair on the back of his neck and arms. He shuddered, glancing at the nearby window to make sure it was closed.

Inside the box were only a few items. He reached in and withdrew a long, rusted nail. It was thick at the top, tapering to a blunted end, and was heavier than most nails he’d seen. He set it aside and pulled out a small bundle of dried flowers. Each movement more seemed to crumble, turning almost to dust with their age. He chuckled. “I can’t believe these are together at all, these things look ancient,” he said.

He set them aside as gently as he could and reached back in. The bottom of the box was covered in a layer of dirt – though it wasn’t clear if it was dirt that crept in over the years of being buried, or had been put in their when the box was originally open. Inside the dirt he found a thin chain that looked, at one point, to be silver, though age had tarnished all shine from it. He was nearly ready to close to box when he spotted one last item, a small round thing in the corner. He plucked it up and rubbed his thumb over it, examining it for a moment.

“It looks gold,” he commented, though he wasn’t entirely sure. “Old too – an old piece of money maybe? Looks like there might be something pressed on it, a design or something, but I can’t tell what it is.” He held it closer to the camera, showing each side for a few seconds. “Any of you know what this is? Or when it’s from?” He asked.

Minho set the items carefully back into the box and shut it. He set the phone back down. “So, that was my adventure today. Certainly more exciting than most, right?” He grinned. “I’ll try to check more comments and follow up tomorrow if anyone’s got any ideas. I’ll also post a little clip of this live, the contents of the box, for folks to theorize and share. Thanks for stopping by.”

He waved and shut off the livestream, then sat for a moment, clipping down the recording of the livestream to just the opening of the box and the items. Afterward, he grabbed the box and stood up, only to have another chill run up his spine. It was followed by an eerie feeling, like someone was watching him. he looked to the window again. It was dark, though the outside was illuminated by the city lights. Despite the creepy sensation, nothing was visible in the window. He shrugged it off and went back to his desk, setting the box down on the coffee table as he passed. Though the remainder of his night passed without incident, Minho couldn’t shake the feeling of not being entirely alone, even as he drifted to sleep.

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