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hyubcore · 1 year

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part two .

we’ll be forgiven together we wait for space together we wait for silence

There was something hauntingly comforting about the whole situation.

There was a distant fire blazing, lighting up the small space surrounding it. He felt tempted to go towards it. Towards light—just like the Walkers.

They loved light. You would think they would be more accustomed to the nighttime the way bats and racoons are. More leeway to attack, no one to spy on you and see your every move in broad daylight. People are more vulnerable. But no, they loved light.

They loved the light the way Yonghoon loved the haunting comfort. Being alone was the last thing anyone would want given the state of the universe at the time, but for Yonghoon—finally, he was alone.

He had become a nomad once things began to settle in. Most people panicked when the beginning of the end had crept upon mankind. People were terrified to lose their lives. Those lives they complained about every day—suddenly, they wanted it back. The seven o’clock alarms and rush hour traffic. But he could escape.

He ignored the fire and kept on.

The sound of Yonghoon’s car became music to his ears as the rumbling of the engine blocked out the sounds of the Walkers moans and groans. He had learned every single word of every single song on the CDs his parents had left behind. In particular, the Theatre of Pain CD by Motley Crue had become almost entirely worn out. But he figured, if a Walker decided to make themselves at home in his vehicle, break the thing in half and end their misery.

There’s no character to the sky above him. It’s a faded blue-grey—no clouds, no sun, no birds. It reflected the way things had become—dead.

He put in a Green Day CD as he drove down the dirt road. He played the music softly so Walkers wouldn’t hear. He focuses on the music, trying to keep his eyes off the few Walkers that were littered around the area. A large, open field stretched across his left side, and on the right, stands what he had assumed to be an abandoned neighborhood.

As he started to turn onto the main stretch of the road, he heard screams. Not just those guttural hisses and moans from the Walkers, but a live, a young scream. There was a human nearby.

He parked his car on the road, taking a stronghold of his knife. He prepared himself to kill anything that posed a threat, even the source of the screams. If there was one thing Yonghoon was beginning to learn since the start of it all, it was to never trust anyone.

The screams were coming from just ahead of him on the side of the road. A puddle of blood had surrounded the body that continued to let out sounds of agony and misery. Yonghoon approached slowly, steadily, keeping his focus on the knife in his hand. As he got closer to the source, it was a short-stacked, obviously younger boy. His leg was wrapped in a thick amount of cloth, which was stained red.

“H-Help—”

“I’m gonna help you. ‘Kay?” Yonghoon inched closer, keeping his distance in case the boy decided to pounce. He noticed the boy tense up at the sight of the knife in Yonghoon’s grip. Yonghoon dropped it on the pavement. “What happened?”

The boy inhaled a deep breath before speaking. “I got shot. Some assholes just drove by and got me, they must’ve thought I was a Rotter or something.”

Yonghoon kneeled, taking a closer look at the wound. It smelled.

“Okay. Can you stand?” Yonghoon asked as he grabbed his knife and put it back in its sleeve. The boy winced as he pushed himself off the ground. Yonghoon wrapped the boy’s arm around his own shoulders as they slowly walked back towards the car. The music was still flooding from the cracks of the windows. Yonghoon felt embarrassed for a fleeting moment, listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

The boy heaved in heavy, slow breaths, and Yonghoon could tell he was trying not to let out any loud noises.

“What’s your name, kid?” Yonghoon asked, trying to spark up some conversation. He realized though that this boy was probably in no mood to be talking when he had a gaping hole in his leg.

“It’s Giwook,” he replied.

“Cool.”

More silence.

“There’s houses over there,” the boy explained as he pointed to his right. “I was going over there then I got shot. I think I saw some light coming from over there.”

Yonghoon made a turn to the right, through a small tunnel of trees looming overhead. The sun tried its best to peek through the branches and shine on them. It was beginning to grow into nighttime, and still, the dead sky wouldn’t drop its guard to give what was left of mankind a nice sunset to look at. Nonetheless, despite the few Walkers that lingered around, the sight was rather beautiful. Again, a calming, haunting comfort.

Driving became more difficult as they entered the neighborhood. Bodies littered the street, along with debris of all sorts. Yonghoon would have been shocked if there were anyone in any of the houses.

“You stay here. I’m gonna find some gauze or something,” Yonghoon said in a low, husky voice. “If any of the Dead Ones pose any sort of threat, just scream. And here—“ Yonghoon took that Motley Crue CD out of the middle compartment and snapped it in two. “You can stab them with this.”

Then he was off. He made sure to lock the doors behind him. He didn’t know Giwook, except for that he was a tough boy for trying to live through a bullet to the thigh, but either way, he wanted to protect him.

Yonghoon checked the houses. He skipped the ones that looked like they had been inhabited by Walkers, or the ones that were burned to the ground, which was most of them. Most of them had already been ransacked.

One smaller house that looked more worn down and barren stood towards the end of the road. It was boarded up. No windows to peek through.

It was obvious someone was in there.

Yonghoon wasn’t sure, though, but tried anyway.

He knocked a few times, waited, to no avail.

He let out a shallow sigh before taking another good look around the house. The area around it was clean. There weren’t any bodies or trash lying around. Yonghoon tried once more, this time, knocking quickly three times, then slowly three more times, then quickly three times. He heard the floor creak inside.

He grabbed a hold of his knife. The person behind the door was just as prepared as Yonghoon was—he pointed a large rifle right at Yonghoon’s face.

Yonghoon put his hands up, keeping the knife in his hands. The guy behind the gun nodded towards the blade, gesturing for Yonghoon to drop it. This surely wasn’t his first rodeo, having to stare down the barrel of a gun. It was how people made conversation with one another nowadays.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Yonghoon repeated with a soft voice. “I just need a little help.”

The guy scanned Yonghoon up and down. Despite the giant gun in his grip, he didn’t look that intimidating. He was shorter than Yonghoon. He had a stout build. He sported a plain, blue t-shirt and some tattered jeans. He gave Yonghoon a glare, one that told him to explain.

“I...I need some bandages. Or something. Alcohol, antibiotics...my friend is shot.”

They both paused, staring each other down. The guy with the gun whistled as he cocked his head back. Upon his cue arrived a much taller guy, however, lanky and nimble. He immediately reached for his pistol at his waistband.

“Where?” asked the short one with a monotone voice.

“He’s in my car.”

The other two in the house exchanged looks. “You got a car?”

“Yeah. I’ve got about three-quarters of a tank left.”

They both lowered their guns. “Take us to the car.”

And so Yonghoon did. They walked back down the road, taking out the occasional Walker. The shorter guy kept his aim on Yonghoon the whole time, though, pressing the tip of the gun between Yonghoon’s shoulder blades. The other guy took bigger strides—either because he had such long legs, or he was eager to see what Giwook and Yonghoon’s Honda had in store. Yonghoon noticed, and looked behind him at the short one.

“We lost our friend,” he said quietly. He had a haunting grit to his voice. “You know your friend’s name?”

Yonghoon swallowed hard. “Giwook.”

The two exchanged glances again. “Not ours.”

Once they made it to the vehicle, Yonghoon pointed towards the passenger’s side. He unlocked the doors and the short guy now aimed his gun at Giwook. It only took one look at the boy to know he wouldn’t be any sort of threat.

Tall boy looked up. “They’re good.”

As their guns were lowered, they all gathered around Giwook as he hunched over in pain. He was sweating bullets—his shirt clung to his skin, his hair was oily and damp.

“How the hell are you still alive?” asked Tall boy. Giwook gave him an annoyed expression.

“Just give us some damn help, okay?”

Giwook leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. Yonghoon put a hand on his shoulder, which made the boy squirm.

“He’s not infected, is he?”

Yonghoon let out a sigh. “No. He just got shot. We just need some stuff to hold him over.”

“Take us to Gwangju, and we’ll take care of your friend.”

And so they left Yonghoon there. He had a sour feeling in his stomach, thinking about having to deal with Giwook all the way to Gwangju. Hell, he didn’t even know where he was.

Yonghoon went into the back of the car and grabbed a half-empty water bottle from under the seat. He opened it for Giwook, then instructed the boy to drink. He could barely open his mouth, and the water dribbled all over his shirt. The stench of the boy was unsettling—the combination of his rotting leg and the sweat coating his skin made Yonghoon feel queasy.

After what had felt like a decade, the two finally returned. Only this time, on a motorcycle, and with a box.

Without any hesitation, Short Guy threw the box into the backseat, then took out a roll of paper towel. He handed it to Yonghoon, who was still kneeling next to Giwook.

“Wrap that around his leg. Keeping that bandage on is gonna infect it,” he said. Giwook started to unravel what cloth he had on the wound, the sound of scabbed skin ripping with the cloth making everyone cringe. Yonghoon prepped the paper towel as Tall Guy kneeled next to him.

“I’m Hyungu,” he said, looking at Giwook, then at Yonghoon. His gaze lingered on Yonghoon a bit longer—maybe, because he didn’t want to look at the gory sight of Giwook’s injury—but Yonghoon didn’t mind it. The boy had beach-blonde hair and glasses. Yonghoon was shocked they weren’t broken or anything yet. In fact, he looked rather clean compared to his accomplice.

“Nice to meet you, Hyungu,” Yonghoon replied as he helped Giwook. He held up the old makeshift bandage, throwing it behind them as he made a disgusted face. Hyungu looked closer at the wound.

“Is there an exit wound?” Hyungu asked as he watched Yonghoon wrap the towel around Giwook’s leg. Over in the distance, Short Guy was fueling up his bike. From afar, he looked more intimidating. He had a sheer buzz cut for hair, and sported a few tattoos, at least in the spots that were visible.

“Don’t know. It just hurts.” Giwook seethed through his teeth as the fresh cloth touched his skin. Yonghoon winced, as if he could sense the pain Giwook was in, coursing through his own veins. The sight of the wound alone made his stomach turn.

Before Yonghoon could wrap the towel around, Hyungu grabbed his hand, stopping him. Their eyes met and Yonghoon’s face washed over with confusion. Hyungu looked over towards his partner, whistling to grab his attention.

“Harin,” he shouted. “Throw me your canteen.”

Without hesitation, Short Guy—presumably Harin—tossed over a small container, Hyungu catching it in his hands without any sort of struggle. Hyungu grabbed some of the paper towel, pouring a little water on the cloth then wiping it over Giwook’s leg. The younger boy let out a painful noise of misery. Hyungu let out a shallow chuckle.

“Sorry,” he said as Yonghoon grabbed the boy’s forearm. They finished patching up Giwook.

“What exactly is in Gwangju?” asked Yonghoon. He stood from his kneeling position, which sent a sore pain through his knees and ankles. He walked around to the other side of the car and leaned against the door.

“Some refugee camp. We were headed there, then got separated from one of our own. We think he’s probably headed there.”

Yonghoon looked inside the car at Giwook, who had his eyes closed as he held his thigh.

“They could help your friend,” Harin added. “And besides. We’re running out of resources here.”

Harin started his bike as he secured the small bag on the back of his bike, tightening the straps around the seat.

“Do you know how far it is?” Yonghoon asked. Hyungu went back to the car, grabbing something from the box from earlier. He pulled out a tattered map. At first, seemingly useful, until Yonghoon joined Hyungu in examining the paper which had its words faded beyond recognition. The roads printed in the ink looked just like streaks of yellow sun rays on the paper. Hyungu held the paper close to his eyes, examining further.

“We just need to head south. About 100 miles.” Hyungu folded up the map, putting it into the pocket of the flannel he wore. “It shouldn’t take more than a day or two.”

And so they prepared for their trek. Yonghoon hoped and prayed for the mileage on his car to do him some justice, for he really had no idea if what was left would get them to their destination. Either way, he was determined to get Giwook some real help.

Hyungu drove with Yonghoon and Giwook, Harin led them on his motorcycle. Despite the peaceful feeling that surrounded the group, Yonghoon clenched the wheel so hard the entire time. His fingers began to cramp up. His knuckles went white.

He didn’t relax until they reached the highway—littered with cars and bodies.

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cha080525 · 6 months

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Hyung..those are ancient

#shinee #shinee fanart #onew #jonghyun #jongyu #fanart inspired by a fanfic actually #just my dads vibing let them be

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xotaemintol · 9 months

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SHINee KINKS (ot5) edited

*Quick disclaimer! I know there will be some who are upset or uncomfortable with me or anyone writing smut for Jonghyun or including him in anything smut related or maybe anything fan-fiction relation and I understand and hear you, but not only have I done a poll asking what people would think with the majority saying that they’d want it, but I also think that as long as I or anyone else isn’t disrespecting him or anyone else, and is aware that it is all fiction and is making sure to be mindful of everyone, that it can be done right. If you are uncomfortable or upset by it, then feel free to block me, not in a “I don’t care way”, you can also send feedback. But I’m saying this to let everyone know that I do plan to continue writing about him, he’s one of my ults and I think that continuing to write about him as anyone does another idol is also remembering. I will be deleting anything hateful or triggering in anyway shape or form. Let’s all be mindful of each other and be kind, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy.*

Pronouns used: NONE (good girl/fem reader implied a few times)

TWS: Breeding, hair pulling, impact play/spanking, dirty talk, choking/breath play, sensory deprivation/blindfolding, BDSM, bondage, praise, degradation, feather play, ice play, biting, cock warming, authority play, sub/dom dynamics, exhibitionism, pet play, and dumbification.

MINHO

•Hair pulling

It's pretty straightforward, he likes pulling your hair (doesn't mind having his pulled if he's eating you out), and seeing the way you react turns him on so much

-Doesn't do it often but when he does he's more of a "grab and hold tight" type than a "yank and pull type" (that's more of Jonghyun and Kibum hehe)

-Will pull your hair if he's fucking you from behind, or if you're sucking his dick, he'll grab a handful of your hair and make you go slower or he'll fuck your face and guide your head with your hair

•Warming

-He likes when you sit on his lap anyways, he loves how you’ll wrap around him and nuzzle your body against his, despite him being muscular he’s very soft and loves it when you treat him as such. So even if you aren’t warming he loves it anyways, but it just adds another layer when he’s inside of you and you’re just sitting there on top of him.

-Sometimes he’ll sit and read a book (when he’s not out and being the active man he is) and you’ll be sitting on top of him with nothing but a loose dress on and him inside of you, occasionally “readjusting” himself and pulling you down just a little more. Sometimes he gets a little carried away and instead of it just being peaceful he’ll start moving his hips and hint for you to move too (which you always do) it’ll quickly go from you clinging to him while he does some relaxing mundane task, to him slowly fucking you while you both hold each other and softly moan into each other's ear.

•Impact Play (specifically spanking)

-Sometimes he'll role-play with you and will have you lay across his lap while he spanks you, he's more of a hand guy than a belt guy because he likes to feel your soft skin against his hands

-He'll spank you if he's (once again) fucking you from behind, walking past him, bending over, in public, changing, in the shower, it doesn't matter. Minho will smack your ass no matter where you are or what you're doing

•Authority Play

-He likes to take charge and you love seeing him do it, he'll get his military uniform from the closet (because of course he kept it) and will be like "Get on your knees" and will have you hump his leg

-He sometimes handcuffs you and will pretend to be an officer, he'll be all rough with you and grope you, grind against you and give you a "pat down" That's just him groping your entire body and bending you over then fucking you.

JINKI

•Daddy Kink

-He loves it when you sit on his lap and call him daddy, he encourages you to do it in public especially (surprisingly), and will have you ride him and call him daddy

-Even if you aren't having sex, he still wants you to call him daddy, especially since he loves taking care of you, he loves how you say it too when you get whiny and call him from another room or complain and get all bratty he gets so excited

•Ice or feathers

-He likes them because they usually call for slow and careful movements, at first he thought that it would make you a little uncomfortable but after seeing your reaction he decided to add feathers into the mix. It could be included in kissing, him eating you out, teasing, and just about anything possible.

-He’ll slowly drag an ice cube down your body, sitting it on your stomach for just a second until the heat radiating off your skin melts it just enough for him to lick up the drips of water, or hold it in his mouth while he’s between your legs and since he doesn’t want it to be too cold he makes sure to keep his hands warm and switch between his tongue and his fingers. With the feathers he’ll brush them against your thighs, slowly going up to your hips, stomach, nipples, then sides of your neck, every breath, gasp, and shiver makes him feel more and more pleased.

•Choking/breath play

-He's super careful when it comes to choking you and made sure to do plenty of research on it before trying it on you because even though it's exciting it can be dangerous

-He'll wrap his arm around your throat while fucking you from behind, choke you while you're underneath him, cover your mouth and nose while he's fingering you, and even force you to hold your breath while you're cumming

•Breeding

-He looooovveesssss breeding, although he's said plenty of times that he's not ready for kids (and you have said the same) he can't get enough of cumming inside of you and the thought of you being marked as his

-He puts you in mating presses so often that you're surprised when he doesn't, he'll have you walk around with a vibrator inside of you to keep his cum in all day and when you get home he'll take it out and clean you up while calling you a good girl for holding it in all-day

KIBUM

•Degradation

-Loves calling you things like "dirty whore", "My pretty slut", "Fuck toy", "pretty bitch", "dumb whore" and more, and loves it when you call him things like "stupid boy", "dumb slut", "Man whore", and especially "Sexy bitch"

-If he's in charge for the night he'll fuck you while he's degrading you, he talks dirty to you and talk about how he's going to fuck you dumb and how good you feel, how you're such a pretty whore while he's deep inside of you

•Pillow talk or you talking about your day

-He doesn’t mean to but hearing you talk about your day and rant or ramble turns him on so much, he loves to watch the way you explain things, the way you talk and your mannerisms make him want to sweep you off your feet, kiss you, and explore every inch of your body. He especially loves it because he thinks your voice is so beautiful, he always asks you about your day but not because he wants to be all horny and stuff, just because he wants to know but every time he’s so hard that it’s impossible to hide.

-He’ll ask you if he can eat you out or finger you while you talk about your day, he won’t go super fast because he still wants you to talk but he will put his all into pleasing you, he loves it when your voice gets all shaky and you can’t help but let out small moans in between words. You can always tell when he’s getting turned on from listening to you talk because his face gets all red and he won’t stop smiling and will avoid your gaze, he’ll get so cute and shy when he listens to you talk. Sometimes he even asks you to ride him while you talk about your day or ramble about random things.

•Dumbification

-He loves fucking you till you can't speak, the sound of you babbling nonsense and shouting out random strings of pleas, curses, and jumbled messes of praise, it turns him on so much to see you so thoughtless

-He loves to see your face when he's fucking you because he can see that switch in your brain turn off and watch you go dumb off the pleasure, he is so obsessed with you looking so lewd and smiling, crying, begging, moaning, and rolling your eyes back as you cum, you look so pretty when you can't think to him

•Latex

-No matter who's in it, he loves the feeling and the sight of it, it's a healthy mixture of you both wearing it and he especially loves it when you wear it, latex books, thigh highs, gloves, pants, whatever. It turns him into an animal

-You have a pair of latex pants that hug your legs and waist perfectly, when he's subbing he'll grind against you and let you overstimulate him. But when he's domming he'll wear a pair of latex gloves and spank you with them on, or wear a pair of latex boots and make you grind against them until you get overstimulated

TAEMIN

•Pet Play

-He bought you an adorable collar, cute cat ears, a tail, and your very own cat bowl, he loves seeing you crawl to him and drink water out of the bowl, and he loves when you climb up on his lap and nuzzle into him while poking your butt out like you're in heat

-He'll fuck you on the kitchen floor while you're on your hands and knees, or he'll put a leash on you and pull it while he's fucking you and yank your collar, he'll lean in really close while he's fucking you and whisper in your ear calling you a 'naughty kitty' and a 'bad girl (I wish I could go on omg)

•Blind folding/ sight deprivation

-He likes it when you blindfold him, but he likes to blindfold you just as much. He thinks that it’s romantic that you are trusting him with your body and that he’s trusting you with his, he also likes the idea of just feeling. Following each other's touch and being so excited for the next touch, when he first told you about him wanting to be the one wearing the blindfold he was a little shy to admit that he wanted to try it too, but you were more than happy to try it.

-The blindfolds are only used for foreplay, you both like it more since foreplay is all about building excitement and anticipation. You’ll be kissing him and will suddenly pull away for a few seconds, he gets all pouty and will whine and ask you to come back but instead, you kiss him on his shoulder or his chest, he loves it when you pick random spots to kiss or run your fingers along. When you are the one being teased he likes to worship your body, he’ll kiss you from head to toe, his fingers dancing across your skin, and his hair tickling the inside of your thighs ever so slightly. He’ll pull away a few times, but you can never guess when he’ll do it or for how long he’ll do it, he thinks it’s more exciting like that.

•Exhibition

-Those giant windows in his living room come in handy when he's feeling extra risky, since he knows that’s the closet he can get to doing anything anywhere really public he always limits it to in front of those giant windows, in his car in an empty parking lot (with probably his own music playing...Move most likely lol), one of the dance practice rooms, the recording studio, an empty dressing room, and one of the bathrooms in the sm building

-Presses you against the glass while telling you to look out the window at all of the people he'll be fucking you and will be like "Does it feel good? Do you like being watched?" Loves it when you play into it and mention how it makes you excited to think about someone catching him fucking you. He especially likes it when you can't keep your voice down and will whimper and bite him to stay quiet.

•Kissing

-He has a rule about kissing him in front of other people because he knows how you both get and even though he's into public play, he'd rather not fuck you in front of his manager (in front of SHINee is a different story though but I'll save that for another day) the minute he kisses you he's itching for more

-Kisses you while fucking you, he likes to see your face when he's fucking you because he wants to be able to kiss you. Pillowy lips + A1 stroke game + Pretty moans = Lee Taemin. He'd even make out with you while grinding against you, he'll even pull you off your knees when you're giving him head and kiss you right after

JONGHYUN

•Hair pulling

-Isn't the "Pull and hold type" he's the "pull and keep pulling" type, he'll pull your hair while you kissing and yank your head back by your hair, and sometimes he'll be playing in your hair, and will randomly pull it because he just loves the way you react

-He won't pull your hair if you're on your knees but he will while he's fucking you, your scalp will get sore from the pulling but he feels so good inside of you that you don't even care

•Biting

-Sometimes you'll playfully bite him while you're out and nibble on his shoulder or his bicep and he'll give you that bedroom look to warn you, or he'll bite you and it'll start as a joke but then he'll bite even harder and will go from biting you on your shoulder or arm and then will move up to your neck and game over when he gets there, no turning back when he finally gets excited

-He fucks you in whatever position gets his mouth the closet to your shoulders, neck, and lips, he loves the feeling of your skin in his mouth, the way you sound, it makes him so excited (he's a vampire like frl) and he loves the way your teeth feel against his skin, he doesn't like it when you try to hold back and will bite him softly, he wants you to bite him to the point that he leaves a mark. He'll have you sit on his lap while he fingers you and he'll let you bite him, in short, he loves biting

•Eye Contact

-The softer sweeter side of him loves eye contact the last and lingers. He loves how pretty your eyes are, and he always makes sure to look you in the eyes before kissing you, he’ll sit in front of you and just stare for a second then lean in a kiss you, eye contact with you gives him butterflies and because he has the prettiest eyes to ever exist you love it just as much.

-During sex, he’ll go slow, caress your face, smile a little, and look you in the eyes while telling you that you look so pretty, he’d be glistening in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, his lips slightly red with your kisses scattered over his skin (soon to be covered by the makeup artists lol) and breathing heavily as he tries his best to hold himself together and keep the romantic atmosphere.

•Praise

-He's always complimenting you, no matter what, but you know when that switch goes off in his head and it goes from compliments to praise from the way his tone will change. He'll go from "You look so nice today." To "You're so pretty baby, who's my pretty girl? Huh?" And "Wow, this is so good baby." To "Such a good girl, you like being a good girl for me baby?"

-He'll be fucking you and will hold you against his chest from behind while whispering in your ear that you take him so well, he'll tell you that you're doing such a good job and will encourage you to be louder, he'll call you pretty, kiss your entire body, tell you that you look so beautiful when you cum for him and will praise when he's done and shower you in love and kisses.

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imaginidol · 10 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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Kinktober Day 1

Hair Pulling: Onew

!dom Onew

“Does that hurt?”

Your neck is tugged upwards, tilting your head back so far that you fear your spine might break.

Anything to satiate his needs, right?

You make eye contact with your boyfriend behind you, whimpering as he thrusts into you harder, eyes pricked with tears as your hair threatens to rip from your scalp. His desires have overtaken his resolve, unable to hold himself back, loving the way that you whine in pain as he fucks you with his fingers knotted in your hair. You look pathetic, and he loves you best this way.

“It’s okay,” You moan, your voice cracking mid-word, distracted with a particularly hard thrust, “Feels so good, don’t stop.”

Jinki chuckles, a little maniacal, with one hand on your hip as he fucks you from behind. You don’t know at what point you worked out how much he enjoys pulling your hair, loves the way that it forces you to crumble, turning you into a powerless, distressed and broken mess. Sometimes you try to fight back, tugging at his pretty blonde locks, though whenever you do this it only spurs him on to ruin you further, and that is how you ended up here, with your back to him, unable to reach him, reminded that he is in charge.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” He murmurs, moving his hand from your hip to your upper back, pushing you into the mattress, “You just take me so well.”

He gives your neck a little relief, letting you rest your head in the pillows, though he turns your head to the side so that you can see him out of the corner of your eye, he wants to see your face as he takes from you. Your back is arched so beautifully, ass up for him, pushing back with each thrust as the angle is perfect for you both, allowing you to take him in so deep, feeling every inch of him as he fills you completely.

“You’re clenching, baby,” Jinki sneers, “Did you want to cum already? You’re so cute.”

He reads you like a book, and you kick your feet a little in protest, because fuck yes you do, he feels so good it drives you crazy. It is so hard to hold back, but you know that he won’t be happy if you do anything without permission. He calls the shots, you have to wait until he tells you that it is okay, but that doesn’t mean you can’t beg.

“Please, Jinki-oppa,” You plead with him, grinding back on him, “I need it, come on, please, I’ve been so good, have’t I?”

You see his gaze soften for a moment, you know that you have the power to win him over, although he doesn’t ever want to let you. You focus on the way that he feels inside of you, allowing yourself to gain closer to your release, teasing him with your cunt, begging him with your body as well as your words. It drives him wild, and you know it, seeing him try to distract, concocting a solution that doesn’t give you the power in the situation.

He tugs you upwards, your hair near breaking clean off your head, crying out as he pulls your back flush against his chest. He kisses your neck as he continues to fuck into you, showing off his power and skill in a whole new way. Your eyes roll back and the moan that leaves your lips is pitiful, fucked out and desperate, losing your inhibitions and all freedom to instead be used as nothing but a vessel for your boyfriend to fuck.

“Please,” You cry out, legs shaking under you, only held upright by the man whose cock is 8 inches deep inside of you, “Can’t do it, gonna, gonna… please!”

Jinki is faltering and you know it, chasing his own high as if his life depended on it, giving up on holding back anymore, needing to finish and finally wanting you to, too.

“Go ahead,” He urges you, “You want to help me too, don’t you?”

With permission, you let go. Body shaking in his arms as you crumble completely, orgasm completely taking over your reality, nothing exists in the moment except for your release. At some point Jinki finds his own too, painting your insides with his seed while you suck him dry with your cunt. You can barely breathe as he begins to slow down, sensitive and destroyed, relieved as he releases his grip on your hair, allowing you to collapse forward onto the bed as he pulls out of you, his cum dripping out of your used hole.

You giggle as he lies down next to you, turning your head to face him just as he leans in for a kiss, and he combs his fingers through your hair to try and unknot the mess that he made of it. He is so gentle with you after a rough session, something that you are always grateful for.

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Shinee Masterlist

Key: [F=Fluff, S=Smut/Suggestive, A=Angst, H=Humor, P=Platonic, T=Thriller]

Jinki/Onew

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Turn Ons & Kinks [S]

"The most beautiful thing in all the world is right now. This moment. You. Don’t ever forget that." ~Jonghyun (banner by @classicscreations, thank you indi! 🥹)

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I just decided I will start promoting my SHINee fanfictions on AO3.

So as an introduction: I write canon compliant (with a few exceptions), I dedicate mostly to Minkey but I've been trying with some Onyu aswell as 2Min and Jongkey. I love writing long romantic/drama trops but they usually have some smut (at least a bit), I also write quite some PWP because hey life's short.

#shinee fanfic #shinee fanfiction #shinee #shawol #onew #shinee onew #jonghyun #kim kibum #jinki #minho #taemin #minkey #jongkey #taeminkey

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haiii i wrote felix/solace fanfiction enjoy honey garlic fans

#bomb rush cyberfunk #brc fanfic #brc fic #brc solace #brc felix #onewing #solix #felixsolace #felix x solace #honey garlic....#yes i consider honey garlic a ship name #calling all honey garlickers!!

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1lovejinki · 9 months

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Someone make a dilf!jinki fanfic please 😭

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hyubcore · 1 year

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part one .

it’s that time of year leave all our hopelessnesses aside it’s just for a little while

No one thought it would happen that way.

In his mind, there remained a picture of the story—the way things should go. Growing old. Complaining about his aching bones, wondering why the milk goes bad so fast, yelling at whoever his partner would be for leaving the light switch on after leaving a room. That’s how everyone pictured it. The true story.

The air was cold that night. It shouldn’t have been. Several bodies decorated the streets, fire and smoke billowing into the atmosphere in the distance. From afar, the sight was hauntingly beautiful. He caught himself staring in awe. His face reflected against the glass window. Eyes once full of light turned dark. The stench of rotting flesh and burning fuel penetrated the walls of the house and made his head spin. The vision fogged over, the smoke from lootings and fire making everything harder to see.

“I think we need to run,” his father spoke as he packed some water bottles into a duffle bag. “It’s only a matter of time before they make it over here.”

“No. The—the fire. The light of it attracts them. We’re fine here,” his mom argued as she halted from chewing on her fingernails. They were both right. Staying—lying in wait—it was just a death sentence. But who knew what was coming next.

That was the toughest pill to swallow about the real story was that nothing was safe anymore. No one, no place, no thing. Nothing. Every step taken was a step on eggshells.

He looked back out the window.

“Stop that,” scolded his mom, quickly swiping the curtains closed and pulling her son towards her. He exchanged glances with her, then his dad. No one seemed to know what to do. Everything felt like a death sentence.

“I think we should go,” the boy spoke softly. His eyes fluttered between his parents, both who looked lost, broken, defeated. “We need more food. We can find someone who has more, maybe trade stuff with them, I don’t—”

“We’re staying. This is non-negotiable.” His mother walked away from him, back towards the couch and lied down. “I’ll keep watch down here if I have to.”

His father threw the bag down on the floor before beginning to pace around the room. All that lit up the room was the dim lamp in the corner. His father looked ominous, intimidating, in the warmly lit room. He felt afraid of them. Like they were putting him at risk. Their bickering, their constant disagreement—he was an adult. And he acted more like one than his own guardians.

His dad stormed out and back up the steps. The boy could hear him settle into bed. He waited for the sound of the floor creaking above him to cease, then walked over toward his mother. The thoughts whirling around his head—thoughts that he usually could set aside, thoughts about this being the last time he’d see her face—made his stomach churn and tears threaten to fall from his eyes. He knew in his gut that night.

“I’m gonna get some rest too, mom.” He kneeled before her, planting a tender kiss on her head. “I love you.”

It was the last time.

As soon as the noise outside seemed to quiet down, he crept downstairs, back into the darkness of the main floor. If the looting was still going on, the smoke from fires had covered all the light from entering the living room.

The kitchen, though, was as normal as ever. It was as if things never changed in there since things went awry. Photos stuck to the refrigerator by decorative magnets. Garbage bin almost overflowing. He walked to the counter, right where the key hooks remained. He grabbed the keychain that was his, always his—on it was the key to the house, front and back door, and his car key.

Outside was hauntingly quiet, but for some reason was more peaceful than inside the home. He felt free outside. In the few moments he stood out there, just looking at the landscape, the feeling of the fresh air cleansing his lungs—he thought, maybe it was a dream. He looked down at his bare arms, the skin protecting his bone and muscle, and pinched. Hard. Pinched so hard that he bled. He looked back out, the subtle noises in the distance fading into a painful ringing in his head. He wiped the streak of blood from his arm and started towards the car.

The engine started as normal, but the radio was nothing but static and white noise. The sound was deafening. He immediately switched to the CD button, where an old Fall Out Boy album began to spin and bleed through the speakers. As Patrick Stump’s voice blared throughout the vehicle, he drove away. He made sure not to look back. He just focused on the road stretched out in front of him.

He never looked back.

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I can't believe I've never seen anyone write jinki with a mommy kink... it's very well documented that he's into older women

#not to mention he's a big mommy's boy 😭#sorry just read a kai fanfic with the same concept and it got my mind reeling 😭#onew smut #shinee smut

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SHINee Shorts: EXHIBITION (ot5)

*This is in no way, shape, or form, meant to be disrespect or hurtful/triggering to anyone, this is purely FICTIONAL, and not at all real nor is it meant to seem that way, if you are uncomfortable with ot5 smut, please keep scrolling or leave me feedback, I'll be sure to consider your point :) if not, enjoy!*

Pronouns used: NONE!

TWS: Exhibition/public play, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, penetration, dirty talk, biting, slight scratching, hair pulling, and car sex.

JINKI: The Recording Studio

You gasp and press your hands against Jinki's shoulders, "W-wait...don't go so fast..." You whisper as he slips his fingers inside of you, something about the risk of being caught excited him though, the way you whisper and whimper at every touch makes him want you more. It didn't help that you looked so pretty biting your lip with your eyebrows knotted together, your eyes fluttering and your legs shaking, not even the thought of being caught in the recording booth could stop him now, not when you look and sound this pretty.

"Does it feel good baby?" Jinki asked, "Are you gonna cum for me?" You whimpered and gasped, arching your back and pressing your hips into his hand as you leaned your head back against the foggy glass. "Please...Jinki..." Your eyes rolled back as you covered your mouth to stop the loud moan that desperately wanted to escape, "Don't cover your mouth baby," As he grabs your hand he leans closer and kisses your neck, knowing that it would only send you over the edge, "You sound so pretty, I want to hear your voice," Your legs tremble as your excitement begins to spill, "So let it out."

JONGHYUN : In The Company Car

You and Jonghyun were sure that no one could hear or see you, the windows were too foggy for anyone to peek in and see the way your legs hooked around his waist, trapping his body against your own as he slowly moved in and out of you. The thought that someone would notice the way the car rocked never crossed your mind, all you could think about was how good he felt, how deep he was, and how pretty his voice sounded. You felt like you were going to break into a million pieces, you never thought that he would agree to using a company car to do something like this but he couldn’t deny you, and the feeling of your warmth melting him only made him want more.

“Fuck…right…oh god!” You cried out, you tried to speak, trying your hardest to communicate with him, but all you could manage was gibberish, stringing together curses and moans to create broken sentences that gave him butterflies. “Right there, baby?” He asked, you nodded, rolling your eyes back as you began to cry from pleasure, you felt like you were going insane, your body tensed up and you reached out for him, trembling as you screamed his name, not caring that someone might hear in the empty parking lot, he didn’t either, addicted to the sound of your desperation he encouraged you to be louder, going faster as he watched you. “That’s right baby, scream for me…” He pants, licking his plush pink lips as he tried to compose himself, “It feels good doesn’t it?” You nod your head, hardly understanding him as you spout out nonsense and leak against the leather seats. “G-Good! So…fuck! Yes! Right there! Oh fuck…Jong…I…Yes!” You press your hand against the foggy window and Jonghyun does the same, putting his hand right beside yours as he goes faster. “I got it, baby, I know.”

KIBUM: The Hotel Terrace

The coolness of the morning air nips at your hot skin as Kibum held your hips, you moved slowly, rolling your hips as him rode him on the terrace of the hotel room you were staying in. You both knew it was risky to try something like this, but the way you looked underneath the peaking sunlight had Kibum ready to risk it all. Your soft breaths and the sexual look on your face gave him butterflies, he couldn't help but cave in and let you ride him. You were glad that he couldn't resist it too, the way he felt inside of you, how his skin was glowing, and how he tried his hardest not to make the slightest of sound. You wished that you could do this every morning.

"You feel so good..." He said as his hand slid up from your hip to your breast, "Do you like fucking like this? Where everyone can see it?" You whimpered, nodding your head as his voice added to the pleasure, the way his cock filled you up had your head spinning already, but the moment he started speaking it felt like your brain had melted. Going faster you let out a slightly loud moan, not caring to cover your mouth as you placed your hands on his shoulders to stable yourself better, "So...oh fuck..." You leaned against his chest, shivering as you felt yourself getting closer. Kibum immediately took this as a hint to take matters into his own hands, so he started thrusting his hips upwards, deciding that he'd take the lead completely. As soon as he did this there was no more holding back, you moaned loudly against his sweaty skin, arching your back as you dug your nails into his skin.

MINHO: The Company Gym

The sound of skin slapping and pants could be heard throughout the gym, Minho should've known that there was no way you were begging him to take you to the gym this late just to work out. It didn't take long for him to catch on to how you pressed your butt against him as he helped you with your sets, and it also didn't take much for him to pick you up and fuck you against the mirror, slamming into you as if he was trying to knock the air out of your lungs and squeezing your hips as he kept you against the cold glass.

"M-Minho! Please!" You screamed out, your lack of concern for getting caught made him laugh a little, grunting softly as he looked at you, "Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...I'm gonna...ha...oh my g-god!" You could feel his heavy cock sliding against your walls, the head of it kissing your cervix hurt a little but the pain eventually melted with the unbelievable amount of pleasure, it felt like you'd snap in half if he kept going like this. "Are you gonna cum baby?" He asked in a husky tone, his voice low and breathy as he speaks. "I can't believe you're such a naughty girl..." You whimpered and clung to him, digging your nails into his shoulders as you cried out in pure ecstasy. "Y-Yes...I'm...I'm close." Your eyes watered and your legs began to shake, you couldn't hold on anymore and it felt like he was only getting deeper, it felt so good. "Go ahead baby, cum for me, but we aren't done...you wanted to work out didn't you?"

TAEMIN: The Stylists Dressing Room

"Taemin...wait..." You whispered as he hungrily devoted himself to eating you out, you looked around worried as you bit your lip, praying that the store was empty. "Focus on me..." He pulled away for a second and looked up at you with low and lustful eyes, "Getting caught would only make it feel better anyways." You began to respond but he quickly went back to eating you out, causing you to gasp loudly and whimper, you covered your mouth quickly and put the other hand in his hair, leaning against the wall of the dressing room to keep yourself upright. "S-So good..." Your eyes roll back, the feeling of his tongue sliding between your folds makes your stomach tighten, and the way his pillowy lips wrap around your clit makes your whole body shake.

You felt like you were floating, becoming slightly louder as he used his fingers to stimulate your clit, you were almost slipping away from the situation at hand but the sound of footsteps getting closer brings you back to reality. You yank his hair, pulling his head away as you shush him with wide eyes, but instead of stopping, Taemin mouths a quick 'I don't care.' And goes back to eating you out, this time he slips his fingers inside of you and uses his tongue against your clit, moving them faster than before knowing that it would be harder for you to stay quiet. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, bringing your leg up to his head as you crumbled against the wall of the dressing room.

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Taemin: Scored

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Unbelievable, Taemin thinks to himself as he watches the television screen in front of him.

You had just scored your second goal for your team, putting you in the lead for the final of the Women’s World Cup.

Taemin’s eyes followed you across the screen as your team celebrated you, chanting their country’s name and pointing to your shirt number.

Your goal is replayed several times in slow motion. Taemin bit his bottom lip at the sight of your unbelievably accurate precision as you launched the ball swiftly under the goalie’s legs.

Damn, he searches the screen for your name, she's really thriving now...

Not more than two quick minutes had passed when the fanatic had found your profile again on Instagram, curiously scrolling through your posts one by one.

She even got prettier. How long ago did we break up...?

Taemin was so indulged into your profile that the loud interruption on screen caught him by surprise: the football narrator had announced the end of the game and declared your team as the official winner of this year’s Women’s World Cup.

Damn! Taemin’s attention focused back to the screen, very pleased and shocked at the final results. Two of those goals had been met by you.

Taemin looked back down to his phone screen, an idea sprouting in the back of his mind.

What if... what if I congratulated her?

It's not like she'll read it. But... it doesn't hurt to try, at least.

And so, Taemin decided to DM you for the first time in a long time, congratulating you and your team for your grand final, as well as to praise you highly for your performace.

Once the message was sent, he curiously looked over towards you again through the television screen, wondering....

A couple weeks go by, and Taemin had forgotten about his DM altogether. He was sitting in his dressing room as his hairstylist was trimming the ends of his hair for an upcoming photoshoot.

The boy was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when suddenly an unfamiliar Instagram notification popped up.

He had received a new messagae... from you!

[New DM: Thank you for your kind words, Taemin. It's been so long since we've talked... I'm sorry I couldn't answer your message sooner. I've been busy since the final...]

Taemin smiled cheekily, biting his lower lip in wonder. He decided to respond.

[Taemin: That's okay, you should prioritize your career, anyway. Enjoy your win, you really deserve it...]

Your response came in much quicker this time.

[New DM: Thanks, Taemin. I hear you're touring right now, is that true?]

[Taemin: You still keep up with my activities? But yeah, I'm touring right now. About to head to Tokyo next weekend, actually]

[New DM: So I've heard. I was asking because I noticed your Tokyo dates align with my trip to Japan with my team... we're getting invited to interviews all over the world.]

Taemin gasped excitedly, feeling a small yank as his hairstylist re-positioned his head and told him not to move too much.

[Taemin: Oh that's great! If you accepted it, I'd love to invite you to my concert dates in Japan...]

[New DM: I'd wholeheartedly accept that invitation... :)]

And that was that, your first interaction since the breakup had finally happened.

It wasn't that bad. At least we weren't petty about anything...

Taemin couldn't help but smile at the pleasant surprise of texting you again, and how perfect it was that his concert date aligned with your Japan trip.

Taemin fixes his mic as his team is finishing up their styling, preparing to set the artist off on stage for the long-awaited Tokyo show.

On stage, the lights finally dim and the familiar opening beat of WANT starts blasting throughout the venue.

He's still got it, you think to yourself from the floor seats he'd reserved especially for you. Cameras and eyes from fans were not only on his hot performance, but they were also on you.

[BREAKING: Women's World Cup Champion attends Taemin concert in Tokyo]

Your name was already plastered all over the internet again, this time followed by speculations of you and Taemin possibly getting back together. Some speculated you were still good friends, and you were simply supporting him whilst on your trip to Japan as it aligned perfectly with his show. Others suspected something more.

After the concert, you were privately escorted backstage where you could meet up with the concert artist of the night formally.

I can't believe it. I hope I look okay, you think as a bodyguard made your way to Taemin's dressing room.

When was the last time we even saw each other after our break up...?

You knock lightly at the door, and a couple seconds later a distantly familiar face opens it, smiling.

"Taemin?" you hear yourself say, voice shaking. Am I nervous...?

"It's so good to see you, please come in," he invites you inside. He offers you a few drinks and snacks as well as a seat on a couch.

"It's good to see you, too. You did amazing tonight, Tae," you smiled.

"Me? No, the one whose performance we should be talking about is yours at the final. I haven't stopped talking about it with my friends since that night," he excitedly responds.

"You're just being nice," you laugh.

"I'm being genuine," he smiles again.

I missed your smile, you think.

I missed your voice, he thinks as well.

You spend the next half-hour catching up the way two old friends would, noting that nothing awkward existed between you both since your breakup.

He then invited you for dinner, to which you lovingly accepted. You could feel a long-awaited rekindling friendship sprouting once again after many years of not interacting.

It was both you and Taemin's last day in Japan, having shared two concert dates in Tokyo and now one in Osaka. You were set to leave for a football interview in Rome in two days, and Taemin was set to prepare for his next concert all the way in Beijing.

"Taemin," you begin that night's dinner conversation. It was rather quiet tonight between the two of you, probably because you both knew it'd be the last time you'd see each other, indefinitely.

"Yes?" he looks up from his wine glass.

"I've enjoyed... talking to you again. I've really enjoyed all these days I've spent with you. Thank you for... for being the one to reach out, first."

Taemin smiled, settling his glass down. "I can't thank you enough for the time we've gotten to spend together these last few days. It almost makes me really... upset... that it'll be the last time I see you."

Your eyes move towards the end of the table, noticing his hands fidget with his fork. He used to always fidget when he was nervous.

"What if... this wasn't the last time," you whisper slowly, your eyes searching his.

He looks up curiously, wanting to ask a thousand more questions, though the look in his eyes did it for him.

"I'm saying," you clear your throat again, "what if... there was a second chance?"

"Second chance?"

"Second chance... at us."

The boy's eyes brightened, but he didn't say a word.

You keep a prolonged moment of eye contact for a few seconds before he finally speaks up.

"You're suggesting," he begins, "that if you had a second chance to start over... you'd take it?"

You smile awkwardly, nodding in assurance.

"I think I would," you say.

He scoffs, but not in a rude way. More of like, in an I can't believe what I'm hearing sort of way.

"I think," he whispers quietly, "I would, too."

He smiles at you, reaching his hand across the table to take yours. You intertwine your fingers around his, feeling more secure in your decision of dating Taemin again this time than you had felt the last time.

Maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time it'll last... way more than just a year. Just as long as we find appropriate time to set aside for us and prioritize our relationship healthily, everything's going to be okay.

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