↬my head is filling up fast↫

Plot twist: Taemin IS stealing from the fish tank but only takes the little castles and buildings that the fish like to play in. Jongin knows something is missing but can’t grasp what exactly it is, he just KNOWS it’s Taemin. He wasn’t at first but the idea was just too brilliant to pass up once he caught wind of Jongin’s suspicions

Taemin displays all of his conquests on his desk in his staff room, Jongin has no idea

Jongin starts messing with Taemin’s PowerPoint slides. Not completely though so he doesn’t notice at first. Slowly he does notice there’s a lot more giggling in class and one time he reads through the PowerPoint slides more thoroughly cause its a Very Important Lecture. He notices that every like 20 words ‘dick’ has been inserted into the sentence. Jongin is vry petty.

This begins a war between them. They make their colleagues choose sides too.

Tae takes to coming in early or after hours to slowly move everything in Jongin’s room half a foot to the left. Makes Jongkey help him

Just when Jongin finally stops dropping things and walking into things Taemin moves it all back. Jongin doesn’t know what’s different but he knows it’s Taemin’s fault.

Everything is suddenly Taemin’s fault. The air conditioning stops in his apartment? Taemin’s fault. He gets all red lights on the way to work? Taemin’s fault.

Jongin complains to Suho regularly and Suho tells him he’s being petty and paranoid. (everyone comes to Suho with their problems, it’s his curse)

‘are you actually trying to tell me you believe Taemin has nothing better to do with his time then move everything in your room six inches to the left??????’ ‘yeS THATS EXACTLY WHAT I’M SAYING’ Suho sighs and walks away ‘goodbye Jongin’ Jongin whines ‘you believe me right Sehun????’ ‘I mean it’s not totally crazy, have you counted your fish lately? He seems the type’

Chanyeol pipes up like ‘right??????? he’s totally the type to sacrifice them to the gods or something I mean have you seen him??? evil incarnated I’m telling u Sehun, u gotta be careful. hide your fish, hide your wives, he’ll be coming for u next’

Baek punctuating what Yeol said with a ‘yep, heard it from Minho’ Jongin runs frantically to check up on his fish

Baekyeol know all the details, fully aware taekai are into each other bad but clueless af, they just add fuel to the fire for kicks really, they know exactly whats going on they just enjoy bringing chaos ‘this is going to come back on you guys, you are aware’ says Kyungsoo over their laughter

chanbaeksoo are together in this au

Ksoo watching from the sidelines as the frantic chaos happens all around him. He just wants to teach Lit in peace, has to put up with his boyfriends and the rest of his colleagues. ‘they’re all idiots’

Ksoo in this au: looks into the camera like he’s on the office

Taemin convinces all of Jongin’s students not to come to class for a whole week straight

Jongin: ‘quICK KYUNGSOO I STOLE TAEMIN’S SUCCULENT HIDE IT FOR ME’ ‘I take no part in this’ sighs heavily as Jongin shoves it into his arms and runs Tae walks by a moment later ‘…is that my aloe?’ ‘…no?’ Ksoo just hands it to him and walks back to his room Tae left in the hall like ???????????????????????????????

Tae convinced Ksoo has a crush on him cause he gave Tae his own aloe he confronts Ksoo a few days later ‘look, Kyungsoo, I just gotta tell you…I dont have feelings for you in…that way….’

Taekai meeting online through forums, Tae just won’t let the ot7 thing go and Jongin is oddly endeared by Tae’s extensive bts meme collection and obscure knowledge of them

Tae living in america and Jongin outside of, Jongin flying into the US so they can roadtrip follow the wings tour.

Tae gets a really gr8 deal on a ticket from jongin’s nearest airport to NYC, messages him really excited, couldn’t wait he already bought the ticket, it’s non refundable ‘tae you live in LA dont you?’ ‘yeah??????? s O?????’ ‘…how are u gunna get me?’ ‘I’mma pick u up with the car :>’ ‘…whats the mileage like on the mercedes again?’ ‘u knO WHAT JONGIN’

Taemin winds up spending more money on gas driving to pick Jongin up than if Jongin had just flown into LAX

Tae has a worn down bright yellow mercedes with a white door his brother got a deal on from a friend and repaired well enough for Tae to drive n not die. Tae thinks he’s fly shit driving it around

He does drive across country to pick jongin up in nyc. Tae was supposed to meet Jongin at the gate but he’s not there. Jongin’s frantically texting Tae’s bff Jonghyun like ‘Jjong he’S DOING ME A CONCERN’ Tae shows up late af cause ‘neW YORK IS TERRIFYING WHY DID YOU EVER THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA’ ‘this was literally entirely your idea Taemin’ ‘WELL IT WASN’T A GOOD ONE’ Jongin just sighs. they barely make it out of nyc alive, taemin is way too small town for this (‘tae doesn’t LA dwarf NYC in size…?’ ‘werE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS JONGIN’)

They proceed to drive all the way back down to the southern states cause that’s where the first concert is ofc

That time they almost died in an obscure 24hr gas station in Arkansas. Jongin swears there was something fishy about it Tae rolls his eyes and says Jongin is being paranoid. Jongin crowding on Taemin’s space the whole time Tae is pumping gas like the smol boy half his size will somehow protect him from the rural danger. ‘we stumbled on a mURDer scENE TAEmin’ ‘i did not see any near hidden dead hand with blood pool for the camera to pan away from jongin’ ‘just cause you didn’t see it doesn’t mean it wasn’t there!! !’ ‘are u sure it’s not just cause no one was around that it seemed odd’ ‘no. we def almost died.’ ‘uhhuh’ ‘we dID’ Every now and again through the trip Jongin is like ‘remember that time we almost died in Arkansas’ Taemin everytime like 'we dIDNT ALMOST DIE’

Jongin makes Taemin stop at nearly every starbucks along the way to get the collector’s mug for that state ‘how are you going to get these home’ ‘don’t worry i brought an extra bag just for this’ ‘ofc you did’

Tae insists on doing the drive to Texas all in one day. He’s vibrating six hours in and once again doing Jongin a concern ‘have you eaten today’ ‘i had cookies’ ‘taemin that’s NOT a meal, we’ve been over this’ ‘not with that attitude it’s not’

Come midday some 10hrs into their second drive Jongin all restless in the passenger’s seat. Tae just side glances at him like wtf is wrong?? Jongin like I want to get off I am the horny. Taemin’s just lol sucks to be u bruh carries on enjoying the warm wind in his hair and the clear skies and the playlist. Jongin’s sulking though and finally Tae can’t ignore it any more and sasses him like ‘jfc if it’s that bad just jerk off’

They proceed to bicker back and forth for a bit then silence falls between them once again, Taemin slipping back into his own little world.

Then Jongin just whIPS HIS DICK OUT AND TAE ALMOST DRIVES OFF THE ROAD LIKE DUDE WTF Jongin’s just bUT YOU SAID and tae’s like ‘i waS JOKING JONGIN’ ‘WELL IT’S TOO LATE NOW’ ‘YOU ARE NOT JERKING OFF IN THE PASSENGER’S SEAT IN BROAD DAYLIGHT KIM JONGIN’ ‘whY NOT??’ tae hissing ‘/what if someone sEES/’ jongin just snorts obnoxiously and Tae is bright fucking red. Jongin starts jerking it and Taemins looking straight ahead red af gripping the steering wheel like i canNOT belieVE YOU RN ‘i can stop if you want’ ‘YOU’VE COME THIS FAR’ ‘so dont stop’ ‘dont u dare get ur cum on the dash- jONGIN’

This really tense silence with the sound of fapfapfap and tae turning redder by the second and then jongin like ‘u look so hot where ur mad’ taes just ‘fjkd;dONT DRAG ME INTO THIS SIN’ ‘HOW IS THIS A SIN’ ‘IM PRETTY SURE JERKING OFF IN UR BEST FRIEND’S CAR WHILE HE DRIVES IS A SIN’ ‘IT WAS /YOUR/ ID-’ ‘I CANT TALK TO YOU WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR DICK IN YOUR HAND’

This all happening with them decked out in BTS merch with BTS playing in the background, something terribly inappropriate for the situation like Spring Day or Save Me. Them never being able to listen to the song again without laughing or getting awkward or popping boners whatever they’re feeling that day.

Jongin the type to insist on wearing his obnoxious blinking BTS crown the whole trip. Tae in a sizes too large Jimin hoodie.

Save Me comes on and Jongin starts fapping to the beat. Taes trying really fucking hard to ignore him Jongin suddenly like ‘u liar ur totally into this’ Tae like ‘excUSE ME’ Jongin throws his head back and gives a long groan. Taemin nearly drives into the other lane. Jongin’s got a shit eating grin on his face. ‘i caNT BELIEVE YOU RN’ ‘tae ur hard’ Tae squeaks out ‘i am nOT’

this is all only made worse for him cause Jimin’s voice in the background

Jongin snorts like ‘dude ur dick so large flaccid your semi is more apparent than a neon sign’ Tae doing that sputter of words thing that Taemin does. Jongin just ‘Jimin would be so ashamed of you rn’ ‘dont yoU DARE BRING HIM INTO THIS. HE IS SWEET AND PURE AND DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE TAINTED BY YOUR SICKNESS’ (music in the background like SAVE ME SAVE ME I NEED YOUR LOVE BEFORE I FALL)

Jongin just moans ‘his thighs tho’, starts talking vulgar shit about Ji. ‘if thats how he sounds when he sings imagine what he sounds like in bed’ ‘Tae are u imagining it’ Tae turns up the volume and sings loudly. ‘TTTAAAEEEE’ Jongin yelling over the music ‘TAE ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT HIS SLUT DROP’ ‘TAEEEEEE U ARE AREN’T U’

Eventually Jongin gets Tae’s dick in his mouth and rather than just sucking him off he hums around Tae’s dick to Spring Day.

Instead of this ending in parking lot sex they end up in the waiting room at a clinic with minor injuries and Jongin has to explain to his insurance company what happened.

They arrive at the hotel and Jongin has whiplash and the mercedes’ front bumper is ducttaped on.

Chanyeol greeting them like ‘HOW WAS THE DRIVE DOWN GUYS?? CCC:’ Tae like ‘i doNT want to talK ABOUT IT’

Later that night Tae gets drunk on the minibar and regales them all with the story including full actions and sound effects of Jongin choking on his dick when they rear ended the other car.

Eventually Jongin’s stories come to a lull the quiet hum of the apartment falling around them. Jongin doesn’t ask about his day, knows Taemin well enough to recognize his need not to think on it. Knows the older will share in turn later, once he’s settled his mind and the tiredness of the day has soaked into his bones. It’s not until Taemin can feel the tension easing from the subconscious clench of his own jaw that Taemin lifts his eyes, taking in Jongin through the veil of his lashes. Small fingers wander their way up the soft thin skin of Jongin’s thigh to brush over the curve of his hip, trailing the dip of the joint leading to Jongin’s groin. Through the fade of his treasure trail over his belly, four pads of Taemin’s fingers running their way below Jongin’s navel enjoying the slight ripple and clench of Jongin’s muscles at his touch. There’s a hitch in Jongin’s breath just before Taemin’s hand dips lower, cupping Jongin’s near flaccid cock against the curve of his palm. Feeling the press of it against the centre of his hand as it swells just that little bit more, the skin of Jongin’s sac even hotter to the touch where it brushes the base of Taemin’s palm.

Jongin’s hand slips from Taemin’s hair, trailing in a near feather of a touch behind Taemin’s ear, pulling a surprised of a shiver out of the older as Jongin’s fingers brush along the strong column of his neck. His large palm cups Taemin’s jaw his fingers reaching to settle at the side of Taemin’s neck even as his palm cradles the older’s cheek. Truthfully Taemin knows exactly what he himself wants, knows exactly what he needs from his lover.

Jongin, Taemin had come to realize over time, was a certain in his life. Even when they were at odds, even when the world was being it’s cruelest Jongin was there, treating Taemin the same way he always had. This between them, the bond they have has never been about love for Taemin. Even at the very best of times above anything else in the barrage of feelings Jongin pulled through him was home. Beyond all else it wasn’t the four walls that currently shut the world out that Taemin returned to for solace. It was the tall solid frame of his best friend, the warm presence at his side that Taemin seeked out. With hiccupped laugh and the brush of fingertips at Taemin’s nape no matter where in the world they were Jongin’s presence brought him home.

There’s this pull inside of Taemin that had been growing steadily over the past few weeks. A craving that he hadn’t even realized had built up there until Taemin had found himself here, grounded sitting on the hardwood floor between Jongin’s naked thighs. A want for Jongin to take from him the control that commanded Taemin’s every work day with the firm melodic ease the younger commanded so naturally. Taemin wants him to push and pull and take until Taemin didn’t have to anymore. Until days and weeks of decision making could bleed out of him with every blissed out jerk of his cock spattering across the hardwood floor.

This moment though was one he’d give to Jongin. He rounds his eyes ever so slightly, gazing brown up through lashes at the younger man. Taemin doesn’t miss the hitch in Jongin’s breath as their gaze catches Taemin finding himself just a little bit self-satisfied as once again he chooses to downcast his eyes. The palm still cupping Jongin’s half hard cock falls away, Taemin stopping only a moment with fondness at the sight before he’s lifting his head. Leaning in just that little bit further to close the distance, lips brushing in a soft kiss to the head of Jongin’s cock. Taemin can feel the flush of Jongin’s heavy gaze on his skin, heating Taemin’s cheeks and dusting his nose as the younger begins to harden more fully.

Taemin’s eyes flit up only a moment as he shifts his weight to better settle on the floor, taking Jongin in. The deep focus that had set itself over Jongin’s features, drooping his eyelids and pinching his brow doing more for Taemin’s dick than he could really bring himself to say. Jongin’s cock so hot to the touch of Taemin’s mouth. His lips thick and parted ready and welcome for the first touch of Jongin on his tongue well before the younger’s foreskin is even slid back enough to allow him a taste. Taemin steals it then, pleased little shiver racking through his frame as small pink tongue flits over the leak of his slit. Taemin brings his lips to a gentle close letting the thickness of his strikingly bowed top lip settle just before the ridge of the head of Jongin’s cock. So hot against his lips, so, so soft and familiar.

He’d never tire of the touch of Jongin’s skin. The incomparable softness of his cock was a trait that Taemin had selfishly indulged in so often over the years it had become almost second nature to do so. Taemin’s own skin he kept smooth and hairless much unlike Jongin’s own but it was forever Jongin’s soft tan body that had Taemin’s hands a wander. So much so that Jongin had long stopped flinching at the sudden appearance of the older’s hands on his abdomen. At Taemin’s fingers drawing gentle trails over the fit plain of his stomach, dancing through the thickening dark curls of hair trailed down from his navel. Nor did Jongin pay mind to the small hand that would slip it’s way past his waistband. Taemin well past being embarrassed with the sheer contented pleasure he derived from groping at Jongin. Being able to cup him in his hand, gently rolling his balls in his palm or stroking gently at Jongin’s small flaccid cock tucked safe inside velvet to the touch foreskin.

Taemin’s heart would give the slightest bit of flutter when at times Jongin would settle back into him. Perfectly content to carry on whatever held the younger man’s attention at the time. The feeling of Jongin slowly easing, tensions slipping unknowingly little by little while Taemin took his time enjoying Jongin’s body was truly one of his favourite things. Jongin he’d come to understand was not one to want outloud. More than anything it was the satisfaction and desire of his closest’s that brought Jongin the most pleasure. There was something so empowering in being able to read Jongin’s wants, his needs whether Jongin himself knew they were there at all knowing that even if Jongin was aware of them he wasn’t likely to speak them, to request them aloud.

Taemin throws his arms around Jjong’s small waist the moment the older is through the gate near knocking them both over. The laughter that breaks from Jonghyun as his arms wrap around Taemin’s shoulders lost under the horribly accented english Taemin speaks far too embarrassingly loud. The press of Taemin’s warm slender frame against Jjong’s own skips Jonghyun’s heart quick against his ribcage. Taemin’s lips are curled so wide as he pulls back from his hyung’s embrace that the corners of his lips are near touching the blocky edges of his sunglasses, joy shamelessly uncontained.

Taemin’s nose is pink with overexposure to the LA sun, the beauty mark on the side of it lost in a soft peppering of freckles that would be overlooked were Jonghyun not so close. His hair is riddled with flyaways, frizzed, his clothes rumpled and Jonghyun can’t help but agree with the large swell of his heart in his chest; There’s never been a more welcome sight.

Jjong lets out the most undignified of squaks as Taemin near skips away from him, the shorter male having to scramble to grab his carry on so as not to loose Taemin. The stream of people around them lost in their own little worlds as Taemin weaves too easily between them.

“YAH Lee TaemIN!”

-

It’s the first time in a long time from what Jonghyun can remember that he’s alone with Taemin somewhere where there aren’t eyes following their every move. There’s something addictively freeing about the lack of cameras and the way people’s eyes slide right past them, not even registering their faces even as their voices take jumps to unreasonable octaves, their excitement playing off one another. It only makes sense somehow that the very first place Taemin would want to take him knowing they’re alone and free an ocean away from fame would be the grocery store. It makes just as much sense as the ridiculous more new than the new car smell it carried Lamborghini Taemin had rented for the all of three days that the younger was working in the states. It was extravagant in a way that Lee Taemin was so very much not and suited him all too perfectly. Jonghyun didn’t claim to be able to explain it but then like most things he adored about Tae trying to explain it was rhetoric.

“Seriously Jjong, you could feed a family of five on this thing!”

It’s well into midday in a part of Los Angeles Jonghyun was far from familiar with. They were on a time frame, Taemin had an mv to prep for and Jonghyun himself was only there for a span of a day and a half. He had his own meetings to be getting to, connections to be making back at SM’s studio. Instead they were stood here in the middle of a supermarket where with the complete lack of attention they were getting was the most unusual, most normal Jonghyun had felt in a very long time. Taemin happily prattling off about the sheer ‘size of the fruit hyung, just look at them’ all while pushing grapefruit and peaches larger than the older had ever seen into Jonghyun’s hands.

Taemin looked nothing short of ridiculous standing there in the produce section of some obscure grocery store deep in the heart of LA, sunglasses pushed high up on his head holding his chin length hair back from his face. Grinning like a kid in a candy store, an orange held in each hand the sheer size of them dwarfing his already tiny fingers. Jonghyun can’t help but guffaw at the sight, crumpling over and near falling onto the linoleum floor. The reaction pulling laughter from Taemin himself riddled with ‘what’ ‘Jjong what??’ drawing the most attention they had since Jonghyun touched down.

There’s this steady well of adoration blooming in Jonghyun’s chest seeing Taemin so open and relaxed, so free. He’s not sure how or when this all started to come to a head but it’s been a long while coming. Theres these bits of Jonghyun so afraid that Taemin is going to outgrow him, these little anxieties that have been poking holes in his confidence in them, in their potential future together. The lack of line drawn around what they are to one another only serving to dig his worries deeper, emotions always getting the better of late nights spent alone.

It’s not as if Taemin wouldn’t tell him if he asked, Jonghyun knows this. Knows perfectly well how open Taemin is for him when Jonghyun gets him alone, takes the time to gently pick his mind. It’s exactly that which has been working against him lately. They’ve both got big things happening, big things coming and it's so easy to feel the distance between them. Being in love was secondary, it was there and it was important but Jonghyun felt just as much as he knew Taemin did that except in rare moments love took the backstage to what was the rest of their busy lives. Taemin has never been forwards with his emotions without prompt and lately Jonghyun teeters on the fear of just where the younger’s heart might be sitting as of late.

It all seems so silly now though standing here in the middle of the cereal aisle, Taemin so close Jonghyun can feel his body heat, smell the warmth of sweat and LA summer on his skin. The older’s body alight where the press of a box of cereal to Jonghyun’s chest was keeping them connected. The tension is as thick as it is sudden making Jonghyun’s heart flutter in his throat as Taemin’s eyes linger on his flight chapped lips. He wants it. Jonghyun wants so badly to be able to lean in and close the space between them but it’s a risk even in a city, in a country unknown. Yet still he stands there, sure his body is vibrating with the tension of it, knowing too well that if Taemin was to breach the gap that he wouldn’t be able to stop. Self control too easily unravelled, scandals be damned.

Taemin has always had this unique ability to make Jonghyun’s whole world come to an abrupt halt, stopping the whirl around him dead. Jonghyun has long since accepted he’ll never know how the younger does it nor will he seemingly ever be able to control it. It’s dangerous the hold his bandmate has on him. More than anything though Jonghyun hopes Tae never hits go. Taemin’s eyelashes look soft with the way they brush over his cheeks, his lids low and his lips thick as they hover. It’s a page over the intercom that breaks them apart, Taemin’s hand leaving the box of cereal as he jumps, eyes wide, the startled cuss that leaves Jonghyun punctuated by prompt laughter from Taemin. Korean spit loudly at Taemin’s back as the younger male shuffles his way down the aisle, his amusement clear in every feature.

-

Whatever Taemin has been on about for the past few sentences is lost on Jonghyun. He’s sure that if he really tried, pulled up the backtrack of the past few moments he could figure it out but his mind is far from feeling a need. Nerves have Taemin rambling near non-stop as he drives, his small hands shifting up and down the steering wheel in a habit Jjong knows he only does when work is at the forefront of his mind. Jonghyun is leaned back in his seat, head tilted back against the well formed head rest of the lambo, the soft blow of the air conditioning gentle and relaxing over his face, dancing the strands of his hair. He knows he’s staring but figures Taemin is far past used to it by now, a soft warm smile lazy on thick lips, eyes crinkled at the sides as he simply takes in Taemin.

“Jonghyun.”

It’s only when Taemin says his name, a statement not a question, pulling him from deep within his train of thought that Jonghyun comes to notice they’ve come to a stop in the line of traffic. A few cars back from the intersection, the line of red lights in front of them holding up the cars around them. The look on Taemin’s face that Jjong takes in as he re-associates himself with the present immediately picks the older’s pulse up two fold. Taemin has never been good at hiding his expressions at the best of times, even less so from his closest hyung and this is one look Jonghyun is intimately familiar with. Hooded gaze and slightly parted lips, dark eyes already having slid down to Jonghyun’s mouth flitting back up to big brown eyes only for a moment.

“Kiss me.”

Taemin’s words are barely a murmur above the music softly coming from the stereo surrounding them. It’s all the invitation Jonghyun needs though leaning in over the large centre console with a shameful lack of hesitance considering the sea of cars around them. The steady patter against Jonghyun’s ribcage and the quirk of a smirk on Taemin’s lips as much a danger as the red lights turning to green.

Taemin hears Jongin before he sees him, the deep stutter of his laugh pulling Taemin’s attention to the other side of the dressing room. Catching sight of the bright smile and crescent eyes of the younger, leaned forwards as someone slips the bowtie round his neck. It’s with regret that Taemin looks away wanting to take in the sight of Jongin in the white button up and black slacks they’ve dressed him in tonight. The heavy leather of Taemin’s stage jacket is shrugged up his arms and over his shoulders, sitting with weight down over his bare torso. There’s this flit of a smirk that briefs over Taemin’s features, his shoulders drawing back as he stands tall catching sight of himself in one of the large mirrors wrapping the dressing room. His blond hair falling in mussed waves around his face, framing kohl lined eyes and sharpening his jawline. The long expanse of his neck, adam’s apple prominent and laced with veins, thick with muscle dragged in a spill down to sharp collarbones. The broad expanse of his shoulders under the black leather and the tease of definition over his solid abdomen graced by golden tan dusted skin broken in sudden line by the black of his leather shamelessly low riding pants.

It’s a sight Taemin is proud to be the bearer of, the little bit of edge and tease of danger worked into the way he looks. It’s playing the line of masculine, of a pretty boy and quite frankly Taemin loves it. It’s pulling a slight tilt to his shoulders, hand coming to hook in the front dip of his pants where his buckle loops the leather of his belt, left hand pulling aside his jacket exposing the lines of his ribs and the dusk of one of his nipples. Taemin’s tongue flits over his bottom lip, letting the material drop aside once more, holding his own gaze in the mirror even as people continue to flit around him, the full swell of confidence filling his chest and pulling his shoulders back and broad. He looks good. Taemin’s got no shame admitting that to himself. He’s looking good, looking the exact brand of sexy that makes him feel sexy. It’s got this wonderful kind of confidence twining with the adrenaline already humming through his system and it has Taemin’s stage persona pulling a deeper more personal side of himself out along with it.

It’s not until Taemin’s eyes flit to the side of his own image in the mirror that he realizes the weight of Jongin’s gaze. There’s a look Taemin recognizes dark in Jongin’s eyes, the rake of that gaze down over Taemin’s bare torso enough to prickle the older’s skin, lighting his nerves with the heat of memories. Jongin’s gaze lingers low and Taemin can’t help himself, letting his fingers slip from where they rested on his belt, hand cupping himself through the black leather of his pants. Squeezing the heavyweight of his cock and balls in his palm only a moment before letting go. As quick as Taemin’s blatant fondle was Jongin’s eyes are snapping with equal speed up to Taemin’s face, gaze met with a smug smirk on his best friend’s perfectly bowed lips.

It’s amazing how even in this room full of people, with the urgent rush happening around him, the urgency that they’re both caught up in how Taemin’s focus can zone right in on Jongin and only Jongin. It’s a dangerous game, he knows that but those long legs and broad shoulders dressed all too smartly in crisp white make it so hard to resist. Jongin’s outfit hiding the expanse of his own skin, the dips and curves, the soft and hard contrast of Jongin’s body that made up Taemin favourite and most familiar play space. Taemin knows perfectly well what he’s doing though, head tilting back as silver adorned fingers run through his hair, pulling the soft blond strands back and away from his face, fully aware of the way Jongin’s gaze was sure to pull over the length of his neck. Knowing too well the exact kinds of images he was pulling to the forefront of Jongin’s mind, unable to keep the dark smirk from his features as sure enough Jongin is watching him, eyebrow quirking in brief response before his attention is pulled elsewhere.

It’s well enough, Taemin’s own attention snagged by the voice of a stage tech pressing a mic to his hand, Taemin’s mind focused on business as he makes his way through the bustle in the dressing room. They’re only moments from hitting the stage Taemin on his way to the trap door he was to rise from when the familiar warmth of a large palm catches him. His attention instantly drawn to Jongin as he stops Taemin in his step, the warmth of his best friend as he leans in, the press of Jongin into his body space lighting up a simmering heat inside of Taemin.

The solid sound of the hammer clicking resounds loudly in Jongin’s ears maybe more so than it does in the hallway of their apartment. It’s a sound he knows well, stopping him in his tracks and immediately raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Sending an alertness straight up Jongin’s spine in a reaction that was purely instinct based. Dark eyes flit up from the phone in his hands, broken mid text to Luhan to where his boy was stood, filling the door frame of their too small bathroom. The grey and black striped shirt clung to Taemin’s still shower damp skin, blue jeans wrapped tight around slim hips torn in more places than not, exposing tempting bits of soft pale skin to the wandering eye. The look on Taemin’s face alone was one Jongin knew too well though never was it directed his way. The set of his jaw emphasizing the hard line of it, the narrow in his eyes as they focused. The way the blond’s shoulders were held just a little bit straighter than normal making Taemin seem broader than he actually was. It was cold, it was intimidation in its most well refined form and it was working.

Jongin’s eyes drag down the blue steeled barrel of the revolver held with comfortable familiarity in Taemin’s hand, small fingers curled with years of practice around the worn ivory handle. Gaze running down the length of Taemin’s forearm, the bone along the expanse of it showing clear in his wrist with the position, disappearing in a subtle lace of veins under fair skin. Jongin’s vision is pulled right up Taemin’s shoulder, right up the tense length of Taemin’s neck to meet his gaze. He knows the older well enough to recognize that his body was too lax, his feet not quite in position to be about to unleash a .45 on him the way the point of the muzzle to Jongin’s face would imply. Taemin though, the thought flits through Jongin’s mind picking his pulse up in tempo, Taemin had always been unpredictable. It was a large part of both why Jongin had resisted his attraction to Taemin for so long as well as why having the older in his life was so thrilling.

“Tae-”

“Phone.” Taemin’s voice carries no waiver, a well practiced blankness to it as his free hand raises palm up for the device in Jongin’s hand. Jongin’s mouth snaps shut as he complies without hesitation, placing the black device into Taemin’s waiting palm. Jongin only flinches the slightest as Taemin’s arm swings back in a quick action, whipping the phone with little force to skid along the bathroom floor behind him. Jongin doesn’t flit his eyes from Taemin’s face for a moment taking the loss for what it was. He can feel the thick heat of his pulse caught in his throat, adrenaline picking up as the silence drags between them. The position Taemin has him in has a few memories slide showing themselves quick through Jongin’s mind, echoing back repeatedly to the first time he watched Taemin put someone down for him. The memories thereafter when he’d seen his boy with loaded revolver in hand bleeding into themselves as they played through. There’s this muddled feeling that is slow blooming through Jongin’s body accompanying the adrenaline rush, one that comes all too often with that calloused squared jaw look on Taemin’s face. With those pretty little fingers wrapped around Tae’s favourite heirloom.

There’s a break in Taemin’s cold look then, the slightest smug quirk of a smirk at the corner of his lips. The slight turn of expression on his face that has Jongin swallowing hard, his mouth suddenly drying itself in a most inconvenient way. The blond’s eyes drag themselves slow over Jongin’s own body, far less put together than Taemin is. His black hair is still mussed from sleep, shirt lacking altogether exposing tan skin and lean muscle to the weight of Taemin’s gaze. Black sweatpants are tied loose around Jongin’s waist, hung off his hips and held up by the gratuitous swell of his ass, bare feet peeking out the bottom of the black pool of material where it meets the floor. His gaze stops shamelessly at Jongin’s pelvis lingering longer than a moment before returning back up to Jongin’s face.

“You’re getting hard aren’t you?”

Taemin sounds nearly as smug as that flit of a look implies and Jongin instantly knows what this is about. He’d long since forgotten about the moment, it’d been weeks ago back down by the water near Jonghyun’s storage unit when it’d happened. Jongin had known they were being followed but Taemin had been the first to react, turning them from one of their usual paths home from the fight ring back down towards the road of factories that spattered the waterline. Jongin had a retrieval message tapped out and sent to Jonghyun before the sound of the gunshot even had a chance to ring in his ears. The guy had been sloppy, alone in his stalking and hardly worth the short scuffle that had broken out between him and Jongin before Taemin ended the fight quicker than it’d started. Jongin could still remember clear as day the look painted calm and calculated over Taemin’s features as the guy hit the gavel with a heavy thump and a sickening crack of his skull to the ground. The way Taemin’s cheeks pulled in, pressing the sides of them lightly between his teeth as he’d waited listening for more, for any possible back up the guy could have brought along. Black hood pulled high on his head yet the blond of his hair still pushing out the front of it as he waited, not even taking note of Jongin watching him, focused.

Jongin’s breathing had come heavy as he’d paused, the adrenaline pulsing through his system wrapped tight with the heady feeling of arousal. It wasn’t long though before Taemin deemed the threat over still tense as he stepped forward, the leather of his jacket pulling up just long enough to shove the revolver in the back waistband of his jeans. It was with little regard to the bulk of body he had stepped over that the blond brought himself to Jongin’s side, invading the taller’s space just enough to stand next to him. Jongin’s eyes never left Taemin though, lost in mapping the familiar curve of his lips when he realized Tae was speaking.

“What?”

The word was spit out much more harshly than Jongin meant it to be, gaze flitting up to meet Taemin’s own. He’d been met with a quirk of an eyebrow then at the almost out of character reaction, Taemin studying him close a tense moment before he’d breached that last bit of space between them, recognition showing on his face. His fingers walked themselves up the black material of Jongin’s worn hoodie, eyes dancing a bit as his slim frame pressed against Jongin’s more solid one. Jongin’s hand coming up without thought to press against Taemin’s lower back, keeping him close.

“What’s got you worked up?” Taemin’s tone danced as he posed the question, leaning in to brush his lips lightly along Jongin’s jawline, already working to coax a reply forth.

“I just-” The words caught on Jongin’s tongue never having considered voicing the feeling. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had it, no, the thoughts that had flitted through his mind when he was chasing a quick orgasm alone with his hand around his dick had more than solidified that this was certainly a kink of some sort that had hooked onto him. “You look good with a gun in your hands.”

He wasn’t expecting the look of surprise that had lit Taemin’s features at the confession but the way it was followed up by a pleased little grin was exactly the boy he knew. Taemin’s hand had been shameless then in the way it dropped all too quickly to Jongin’s crotch, cupping him and making him jerk back a bit in surprise.

“You’re half hard.” He sounded just as pleased as he looked but Jongin wasn’t given the chance to reply, to react to Taemin’s bluntness. The crunch of the tires on the gravel just beyond where they stood stealing both their attention. Once again on high alert before the cursing of Luhan’s voice accompanied the shut of what could only be Jonghyun’s suv signaling the arrival of their hyungdeul to once again help clean up the mess the two of them had wreaked.

And Taemin wasn’t wrong this time either. Jongin’s dick was definitely responding to the situation at hand. The effect his boyfriend with that cold blooded look on his face and his prized revolver in hand had on him was evident. Jongin doesn’t grace him with a reply though, tongue flitting out to wet dry lips.

“Jongin.”

Jongin knows that tone, is all too familiar with the hard command in his voice and knows Taemin expects a reply. So he gives a short nod, a brief jerk of his head eyes still fixed on the blond’s every move.

“Yeah. Yeah I am.”

Taemin is closing the short distance between them, taking slow almost calculated in nature steps closing in on the younger. Crowding up against Jongin where he stood in the doorframe of their bedroom. He’s close enough that Jongin can smell the body wash still clinging to Taemin’s skin adding a distinct musk to his usual scent. The heat that Taemin’s body was radiating leading Jongin to think that he’s humming with just as much excitement about the situation he’s created as Jongin is himself. There a distinct jump in Jongin’s pulse as the cool steel of the gun muzzle is pressed to the underside of his chin, slightly uncomfortable in the pressure of it. Taemin using the weapon to tilt Jongin’s head back just slightly, the height difference between them emphasized as Jongin has to break eye contact as his gaze is forced up and away from Taemin. Jongin feels as much as he hears the dark amused chuckle that rumbles through the blond, gun twisting ever so slightly just to make Jongin feel the press of it.

“You’re so fucking bad.” Taemin steals the words right out of Jongin’s mouth, turning for once the too often used line on Jongin himself. It makes Jongin’s heart flutter in a tune of affection and adoration hearing the words of endearment turned out by his boy in way that was starkly contradictory to the rest of the emotions keeping his nerves alight.

Theres the softest of gasps escaping Jongin as a the hot wet press of Taemin’s open mouth is felt suddenly along the length of his neck. His eyes falling shut as his stomach lurches with arousal, the drag of Taemin’s tongue up along the side of his neck, leaving a hot wet trail along the soft skin right up to his jaw pulling with it the best kind of tension along Jongin’s spine.

“What’s your safe word?” Taemin lips brush over the post sleep scruff dusting Jongin’s jaw, his words a near murmur only picked up because of how close he is to the other’s ear.

“Coffee.” It takes him a moment to put his words together and even when he speaks the word out loud Jongin’s voice sounds thick to his own ears. It’s the first time Taemin himself has brought their safe words up since Jongin made them pick them out months ago and the potential implication as to the control Taemin was taking, where he was about to lead them had Jongin’s head reeling.

“Do you need to use it?” Still his words are quiet, almost as if he doesn’t want to disturb the atmosphere, the tension that had built up between them. Jongin shakes his head no in reply but is met with the same drop of his name as before in that tone that told him Taemin expected an answer, a vocal one.

“No, no I don’t.” Jongin’s own words are a near murmur, his hands curling at his sides as his gaze sits steady on the crackle of their ceiling. He’s swallowing hard then, letting the weight of the reply linger a moment before adding on a sure and much more steady. “I trust you.” It’s the barrel to his under jaw that has Jongin missing the softening of Taemin’s expression at the statement, the sureness and ease of it. It’s flitted away a moment later pulling forth once again that calloused nature that was a much more common side of Taemin, the exact one he was currently playing off of.

“On your knees.” It’s a command and not one that gives Jongin any room to argue which bring a thrill all in it’s own to the younger of them. He’s already sinking to the floor when Taemin removes the gun from under his chin, allowing Jongin the needed room to do as told. There’s a flash of a wicked bit of pleased that flits over Taemin’s features and Jongin can only imagine the sight he must be. On his knees, skin already flushing with excitement as dark brown eyes stay fixed to the blond stood above him. Taemin’s fingers take their time opening the front of his jeans fingers working the brass button through it’s hole, zipper coming next as he pushes them open. His hand slips past his waistband, watching the way Jongin seems near transfixed on each movement Taemin makes. Jongin’s lips part slightly, tongue dipping out to wet them as Taemin pulls the length of his dick from the confines of his worn jeans. It’s with a cocky little look that he takes the time to stroke himself, palm moving leisurely as he brings himself to full hardness. Taemin doesn’t even need to speak the words, Jongin’s mouth opening in near knee jerk reaction. His tongue pressing against the back of his bottom lip, gliding over it as Taemin uses the pad of his thumb pressing at the base of his cock to guide the very tip to the wet pink of Jongin’s tongue. The younger’s eyelids droop as the slit of Taemin’s dick drags over the tip of his tongue, the distinct taste of pre-cum dragged over his palat. It’s a taunt though, Taemin always the worst kind of tease when presented with the opportunity to be. Jongin tries to chase after his dick none the less, his tongue heavy with the growing longing of Taemin’s cock stretching his jaw, sitting heady between his lips. The revolver is back then, barrel pressed against Jongin’s forehead making the younger’s heart jump harsh in his chest, the slightest of shivers rippling through him as adrenaline kicks in once more. It only takes two more slow drags over Jongin’s waiting mouth before he’s making the quietest of whines in protest of the tease. Taemin hums then pressing the underside of his dick to Jongin’s tongue, Jongin’s lips wrapping around Taemin’s cock sucking as soon as they close tight around his girth. His eyes lift to Taemin’s face, the focused pull of the older’s brows furrowing his forehead bringing a pleased kind of heat to Jongin’s gut. “You want it that bad?” Jongin only hums in acknowledgement at the question, tongue tensing as he curls it in a drag down the thick vein on the underside of Taemin’s cock. A puff of breath leaving Taem at the feeling, letting the hand holding the revolver fall aside for the moment in favour of giving Jongin his reign of movement back. Jongin is quick in using the control given to him, relaxing his jaw just that bit more as he sinks his mouth forwards in one smooth movement. Eyes closing, squeezing shut as he deep throats Taemin’s cock right off the bat. It’s no secret between them the way Jongin enjoys the fill of a cock in his mouth more than content to spend his time between Taemin’s legs no matter what the older was up to. Lewd and shameless as he took his time getting Taemin off, Jongin sateing his own craving more than anything else. The most pleased of groans vibrates its way up from Jongin’s vocal box to stimulate the older just as he drags his mouth back once more. Thick lips suckling a moment at the tip, tongue flitting back and forth over the slit, indulging himself with the salted taste of Taemin’s pre-cum before Jongin is sinking forwards once again. He repeats the action finding himself a slow fluid pace, the wetness of his own spit leaking out the corners of his mouth, dampening his chin with each slide of his lips down along Taemin’s dick. One of Jongin’s large palms presses itself to his own cock, cupping himself through the fabric of his sweatpants. Grinding down against the hard ache of his dick only once before the distinct sound of the hammer of the revolver can be heard, cocked and loaded. “Hands behind your back.” It’s a direct order punctuated by the press of the muzzle to his head and Jongin does as he’s told without second thought. Crossing his arms behind his back, holding onto his forearms to keep himself from touching. It’s only a moment later that he’s looking up at Taemin, taking in the sight of the older stood over top of him. Lips slightly parted and eyes heavy as he watches the slow slide of his dick in and out of Jongin’s mouth. “Cockslut.” Taemin says it like a statement, the implications of the slur flushing Jongin’s body with an unexpected wash of arousal. Before Jongin can process what’s happening the hand still holding the revolver moves, gun pressing to the top of Jongin’s head as short fingers take ahold of his hair around the ivory handle. A most satisfied groan is ripped from deep in Jongin’s chest as Taemin grips firm at his hair, holding him in place as his hips roll forwards. Keeping Jongin at his mercy as his hips move, the hand pressed to the base of his cock falling away as Taemin fucks into Jongin’s mouth. Jongin’s eyes water, his cock twitching at the push of Taemin’s cock past his lips. Feeling his throat tighten around the head as it hits the back of his throat. His breathing coming rough, Jongin’s fingers curling around his forearms as Taemin uses his mouth. The slick wet sound of each thrust accompanying the heavy rise and fall of Jongin’s chest, breaths heavy through his nose with his mouth stuffed full. Jongin’s head is already swimming with the lack of oxygen, body flushing hot with pure lust as Taemin’s grip tightens, pulling him forwards on his dick until Jongin’s nose brushes against his pelvis, near pressed against the rough stubble of hair found there. Jongin’s nails dig crescents into his skin as Taemin holds him down, letting the muscles of Jongin’s throat flutter around his cock as the younger fights against his natural instinct to pull back. He’s whining loudly the sound muffled as his head spins, growing light just before Taemin jerks Jongin back and off of his cock. It’s a gasp of air that sounds loud in the hallway as Taemin lets go of Jongin, lightheadedness having him falling off balance. Catching himself with an outstretched arm as his chest heaves sucking in oxygen. The rush making his whole frame feel light, near addicting despite the burn of his lungs with the way it mingles with Jongin’s arousal, the most heavy kind of heat tingling his body from top to bottom. His brown eyes turn up to Taemin once more, Jongin’s cock sensitive and leaking in his pants, his chin slick with his own spit in a manner most debauched. Lips shining and swollen, cheeks flushed as he stares up at his boy. “Fuck. ” The cuss slips heavy from Taemin’s lips, his craving for the sight he’s made of Jongin thick with the drop of the word. Taemin’s free hand is reaching out to tangle in the soft strands of Jongin’s hair then, the pull on his scalp sending a shock of sensation straight down the back of Jongin’s neck to sit heavy in his gut. Thick thighs and strong calves are put to use as Taemin pulls Jongin back up to his feet letting go as soon as Jongin is standing stable once more. His hand slides to press against Jongin’s nape, pulling him in to push his lips hard into Jongin’s own abused ones. Lips parting to suck Jongin’s swollen bottom lip into his mouth, sucking hard on it and pressing his teeth firm into the skin just underneath the full of his lip, pulling the most wanton of moans from deep in Jongin’s chest. Taemin is near panting himself when he pulls back from the kiss. His eyes half lidded as his mouth hovers over Jongin’s own, the heat radiating off of Taemin’s frame pressing against Jongin’s skin, heart pounding heavy behind his ribs. The slow drag of the barrel of the revolver is felt cool against the heated skin of Jongin’s bare chest, the contrast of sensations prickling over his body. Taemin pauses, letting the gun come to a rest between them pressed with the muzzle to the slight dip between Jongin’s pecs. Taemin’s words are a near murmur when he speaks, lips brushing over Jongin’s own with each spoken word. “Are you good?” Jongin gives a small nod, his fingers curling and uncurling where his arms hang heavy at his sides. “Need your safeword?” The shake of his head no is short and comes quickly in response to Taemin’s question as he checks in with him. “Alright.” Taemin’s voice is a near drawl as he takes a step back and out of Jongin’s immediate space, pressing the barrel of the gun just a bit more firmly to Jongin’s chest. Taemin lets his eyes drag over the length of Jongin’s frame, appreciating the slight glow to his skin with the light sheen of sweat that had broken out over him. “Turn around.” Taemin’s voice is that heavy stone tone once more, his face schooling back into the emotionless state it had been at the start of this. It sends Jongin’s instinct into overdrive the winding rush of adrenaline making his cock ache as his pulse picks up once more. He gives a short nod before stepping back just slightly, eyes flitting only a moment to the gun in Taemin’s hand. Before Taemin knows what's hit him Jongin’s hand is pressed to his own, the swift push of his opposite hand firm and quick in its press to Taemin’s forearm. It happens too fast for him to process and suddenly Taemin finds himself shoved face first into the hallway wall. The strong grip on his arm keeping it twisted tight behind his back, the slightest bit of pressure making his finger go lax allowing Jongin to pull the revolver from his palm. Jongin is pressing the full weight of himself into Taemin’s back, his large hand curled around the older’s wrist, keeping it flush to Taemin’s lower back. Using his larger and more muscular body to his advantage against the smaller man, the younger letting out a soft hum of approval as Jongin this time raises the gun to press hard just above Taemin’s lower back.

✗

Everything with Jongin had always come so easily. More natural than breathing the way they just seemed to fit and flow, rarely bumping edges. Always flowing along the same vein. There’s no possible way Taemin could pinpoint just when he’d fallen in love. When he’d stopped thinking in ‘I’ and started thinking in ‘We’. No real way to tell just what it was that had caused this shift inside of him, between them. He only knew that it was and always seemed to have been predisposition them fitting each other. Taemin was always starkly aware of Jongin’s absence. Even when his world was awhirl which was the case more often than not, there was this little bit of a twinge in Taemin’s heart that pulled ever so subtly through the days and well into his nights. There was not a thing, not one other that could keep Taemin grounded the way Jongin does. That can make him feel light, make him feel human the way that Jongin can. There’s something about the gentle way Jongin carries himself as he moves through the crowd of their peers that catches Taemin off guard. The soft skim of Jongin’s gaze over those around him. His clothing not quite worn the way intended, jacket shrugged off partially in the most absent minded of habits that somehow made Jongin seem smaller, softer than Taemin himself. It draws the breath right out from his lungs, Taemin’s heart clenching fluttering a burst of unexpected emotion to sweep through him as he watches Jongin from afar. This past year had been unyielding with the sudden cracks it had broke between them. It was all Taemin could do to keep it together sometimes. Facing just how deep he was in for Jongin was terrifying when faced with the very real notion that he was alone in these waters. Learned too late that the fear of speaking his heart out loud was less of a terror than Jongin moving forwards and leaving him well behind. The push and pull between them had near wrecked Taemin for good. Still he was working on smoothing down raw edges, easing with time and patience the reality that near losing Jongin for good had wreaked upon more of him. So much deeper had Jongin seeped into him through the years than Taemin had ever realized.