#m:key

Kim Kibum: Shinee's attitude in a Gucci suit, a man who knows how to navigate life, and your good friend. Lee Taemin: Shinee's feckless maknae, a man who would bake a cake after decorating it, and Kibum's current headache.

The pair had dinner at Key's house and followed it up with some straight-to-video film that was on TV, complete with one or two too many bottles of beer and soju. Conversation eventually turned to sex, with the nation's maknae, inhibitions lowered, boldly asking his groupmate a very loaded question:

"Hyung, I want to try so many things but I don't feel like I can trust anyone enough," Taemin paused briefly to put on his best puppy-dog eyes, ready to strike, "could you help me?"

If the fine mist of soju that violently sprayed from Key's mouth was anything to go by, he had not been expecting to hear that question.

"Ya! What do you mean 'Could you help me?', I'm not going to be your personal sex toy!"

"Hyuuung!" If puppy-dog eyes didn't work then Taemin was willing to whine. "It's nothing crazy, just-" Taemin had been attempting to reach for Key's arm to try and calm him but Key had essentially launched himself up from the sofa.

"Nope," he said, fishing his phone out of his pocket before throwing up his hands in front of him, acting as an entirely ineffective shield against Taemin's proposal, "No, Taemin. Don't even think of finishing that sentence." Before Taemin could protest, Key reluctantly offered an alternative, “Look, I’m friends with someone who might be willing to help you, but I’ll need you to explain exactly what you want or she’ll not entertain you.”

Taemin sat back as Kibum scrolled through his phone, clearly looking for something.

"Here," Kibum handed his phone over to Taemin, "would you let her help you?"

Taemin looked at the picture on the screen, your picture, and fairly quickly made up his mind.

"Yeah. Cute, sexy, kind of intimidating... you gonna hook me up for a date with her?"

There was an awkward look on Key's face as Taemin handed the phone back, one that Taemin couldn't quite figure out.

"Well..." Key started hesitantly, "I think she calls them 'sessions'. But before you start thinking she’s a prostitute, she’s not, she just... she has a lot of experience and enjoys widening people’s horizons."

Sitting down next to his groupmate, Key could see the confusion and apprehension painted on Taemin's face. He got it, of course he did, the ideal way to explore your sexuality isn't with a stranger, it's with someone you have a connection with, but the industry they were in made things difficult.

He sighed gently as he placed a comforting hand on Taemin's leg, "I promise you, you will not regret it if you give it a shot Taem." His voice was gentle now, speaking as a concerned older brother, "She already has a bunch of loyal clients, mostly in our industry, so she's trustworthy. If you tried to find anyone else, you'd be walking into a minefield of NDA's and paranoia."

Taemin thought over what was said, considering if he really wanted to go to such lengths to discover what he might like. Then he imagined the woman in the picture guiding him through all of his innermost fantasies and his decision was made.

"Ok. I'll give it a try."

"Good!" Key patted his leg as he got up from the sofa to find some paper and a pen, "Come on and we'll get a list of your kinky fucking fantasies drawn up so I can text her and see if she'll take you on."

"If?!" The maknae was indignant, how very dare Key insinuate that someone might not want to have the Lee Taemin experience. "What do you mean 'if'?", he questioned, following briskly behind Key towards the kitchen island of his open-plan apartment.

"She's picky, ok?" Key sat down at the island, scribbling 'Taeminnie's Kink List' at the top of the notepad he'd found, as Taemin settled next to him, looking like his pride had suffered a mortal wound. "Look, don't breathe a word of this to anyone but she even turned down Eunwoo and Taehyung. That's how selective she is."

The next hour passed in a flurry of awkward looks, flushed cheeks, fidgeting hands, and hushed words stumbling out of Lee Taemin's mouth. More than once Key doubled over laughing, pointing out to Taemin:

"How the fuck did you expect me to do this stuff to you if you can't even say it in front of me!"

Eventually though, they had a list. Probably not a finished list, there were certainly a few things that had slipped Taemin's mind, but it was a starting point. They double-checked it before taking the last step of sending it:

Taeminnie's Kink List

Masochism Exhibitionism Bondage Being dominated (almost illegible as Key wrote through a fit of giggles) Pegging (a massive line flying off the page as Taemin slapped Key on the back for his giggles turning into cackling) Sadism and domination (definitely not brought on by Taemin's growing desire to murder his hyung for laughing at him)

Next was a genuine question from Key, "What picture should I send to her?" Before any answer could be given, he rattled on, "How about that foot pic you sent on Bubble?"

"No! She'll think I'm a weirdo that's into feet!"

Key side-eyed Taemin, weighing him up with a nonchalant shrug.

"Maybe you are into feet, who knows anymore. I feel like I'm sitting next to a perverted stranger."

The teasing continued, with Taemin unsuccessfully launching at Key on more than one occasion, drunkenness and tiredness slowing him down. They settled on sending a post-schedule selca for the added edge that copious amounts of eyeshadow provided, and spent 20 minutes trying to piece together the best way to tout Taemin as the world's most sought-after kink-student. In the end though, Key grew tired of trying and sent the most low-effort set of messages known to man:

Key: Hey K:

Y/N: Hi Y: Why are you sending me a picture of Taemin at 2am?

K: Taeminnie's Kink List

Masochism Exhibitionism Bondage Being dominated Pegging Sadism and domination K: Will you take him?

Minutes passed with Taemin sighing nervously, pouting at Kibum as if he could make a reply come quicker.

Y: Did you tell him what I do and show him what I look like?

K: Yep

The reply was almost instant this time.

Y: And he wants to come to me for this?

K: Yes

Again, minutes passed, tension building in Taemin's stomach.

Y: Alright then, I'll take him. Send me his number and I'll sort something out in the morning

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Taemin woke the next morning, slightly hungover, thankfully in his own bed. Groggy, bleary-eyed and still lying with the duvet pulled up to his nose, he reached out for his phone on the bedside table. Two new messages. One, from Key, asking if he got home safely and reminding him of their schedule in the evening, and the second from an unknown number. He had to strain to read the message, eyes deciding now was the time to try and go back to sleep, but he managed to piece together the fragments he caught.

Y: Hello, a mutual friend passed your number to me because you were interested in some sessions. Confirm your name for me if you are still interested.

The realisation wasn't sudden, there was no lightbulb moment. It was a slow burn of recognition as he pulled out the memories of the night before: propositioning Key, Key setting him up with someone, making a list. He texted back once his brain kicked into gear.

T: Hi, Lee Taemin T: I'm still interested T: Can I get your name?

He realised too late that asking this probably went against some kink-code he didn't know about.

T: I'm sorry, should I call you Miss? T: Or Mistress?

At the end of the phone receiving this flurry of awkward messages was you, smirking at the endearing clumsiness of this man's words.

Y: My name's Y/N, you can stick to that unless we're in a session where something else is needed

You could see the messaging app telling you that Taemin was typing and, as much as you would've loved to see the level of cringe he could come up with, you decided to put the poor boy out of his misery.

Y: For the first session I always leave the choice of experience up to the client. Let me know what you would like to start with, or at least if you want to start with a sub/dom role, and when you're free.

Considering Taemin's bumbling start to your conversation, you assumed he would choose to start with being submissive. It was at this point that you changed his name in your contacts list, as you did with all your clients to protect their identities, to 'bub'. It was close enough to his fan-given nickname of 6v6 to remind you who it was without being easy for anyone else to guess.

bub is typing...

T: I don't know where to start... but I want to be the sub T: If that's how you say it T: And I'm free tomorrow. Is that ok? Early evening?

Y: Tomorrow at 6, I'll send you my address in the morning. Wear something comfortable and bring your most recent test results, if you don't have anything recent then we'll need to arrange one for the next session. Think about a safeword you would like to use as well, something short and clear.

Taemin stared at the last message on his phone for what seemed like an age until his phone broke him out of his reverie by shutting off the screen. He slumped back into his pillow, muttering to himself,