Love is Not Blind, one-shot
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theblackmoralsOne-shot chapter
Band: SHINee.
Characters: Key, Jonghyun and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Key x Jonghyun / Jongkey.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, one-shot, PWP/Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, m/m, consensual, WAFF/fluff, PWP, (possibly a very small amount of hurt with loads of comfort).
Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years or so.
Relations: Can be read as a standalone/one-shot or as a part of my SHINee series:
Summary:
Love is not blind; love is absolutely and completely stupid… - especially when it causes Key to have very wet, very satisfying dreams about his best friend lying in a hotel bed no more than two feet away. Yes, love is a fool’s errand and SHINee’s Key Kibum definitely does not consider himself a fool.
But… his poor heart on the other hand? Well, that’s another story entirely…
To say that Key was hot at the moment would be the understatement of the year - of the century. He was literally burning up; every cell of his slender body on fire, every inch of his pure alabaster skin covered in a glistening sheen of salty sweat. Rivulets, heavy and piping hot, were continuously running from his temples, burning down the sides of his face; down over his femininely high cheekbones, his smooth cheeks and finally teasing along his deceptively sharp jawline where some detoured to etch down the vulnerable length of his neck while others carelessly threw themselves off his smooth chin and into oblivion.
“Jjong…”
Everything was nauseatingly yet pleasantly blurry, spinning, and the wall he was currently pinned against suddenly seemed to be of the weirdest texture... Now, he only had half a mind to focus on it, granted, but still he somehow recognized through the moist, heady moans rustling off his kiss-swollen lips like honey and the furious rushing and pounding of blood in his ears that something was off about it. It was brick, crumbled, a yellowish red and rough-cut in the most romantic way and yet… somehow, beneath his trembling fingers which were desperately clawing for purchase on the hard stone it felt almost soft, almost… woolen. Like a bed sheet… - Yes, exactly like a bed sheet - and the scent of it too, as his button nose practically rubbed against it with each rhythmic push against his pleasure-curved back… it wasn’t the familiar mineral scent one would expect but something closer to… that of dusty floral-scented hotel sheets, like the ones they spent more than half their nights on…
“G-god…”
Okay, so he was going crazy. There was no way around it; Key was going crazy… He was deprived and depraved, absolutely and utterly debauched, and his lust-blown feline eyes kept rolling helplessly back into his head behind closed eyelids every time that hard, slicked cock grounded into him. Deep, deeper, again and again… And when it slid from him in the next second, almost disappearing completely in one smooth stroke, long before he could even panic or miss it it was right back again; just as hard, just as fervent, thrusting back in against his stretched, silky walls and that abused little pleasure gland. Deeper and deeper, pushing into him until he was so full he was sure the only reason why he was even containing any of this was the unyielding wall glued roughly to his front keeping him from breaking into a million itty-bitty pieces of sweet pain and sinful pleasure…
“Yes…”
Breathe in, breathe out; that was what the feline blonde kept telling himself as he desperately tried to spread his trembling thighs further apart, to take more in - to get more in -, but his damn skinny jeans which had merely been shoved down to just below the rounded mounds of his petite ass had him locked in place, the sweat-dampened fabric as effective as any chain. What color... were they again…?
God, it was so hard to focus when Jonghyun’s warm, calloused hands were grabbing his slender waist hard enough to surely leave discriminating finger-shaped bruises behind for everyone to see… it was so hard to focus when that beautifully built upper body was so sensually sliding against his back with each slicked thrust in, up, every rock-hard muscle of it felt almost too clearly even through all those smothering layers of clothing that so cruelly separated their needy, twining bodies…
Everything was… so hard… at the moment…
So hard…
“Oh… God…”
And the way Jonghyun breathed hard against the back of his sweat-slicked neck. The sound of it was harsh and loud in his pounding ears - too loud - and yet every hot rush of breath against his arousal-twitching skin felt like the softest stroke of pleasure, of affection… It was the most cruelly confusing contrast to the roughness of the moment; the way darkness conspiratorially cloaked around them as they stood there moving together in the most carnal of ways, fully clothed and dolled up for show with pants pulled down just enough for their sweaty bodies to join but not an inch more… It was so dirty, so filthy; the entire scene taken right out of one of those glossy paged, worn-down adult magazines Minho had stashed away under his mattress back at the dorms and foolishly believed no one knew of.
But Key did. Key knew.
“You’re amazing… God, Kibum, you’re so beautiful…”
Jonghyun’s heady whispers licked hotly against the shell of his ear, against the silver conch that made it all the more sensitive, and he swallowed dryly against the hard lump suddenly filling up his throat. The small brunette’s smoky voice always had that effect on him; it always cut right to the very core of his being, right to where he craved it the most, needed it the most, and it always made him feel uncomfortably vulnerable and exposed, blushy and shy. He hated that feeling… loathed it…
What Jonghyun actually said though, didn’t always matter – because the buff, smaller singer said the stupidest things sometimes, as any fan knew, and half the time Key truly thought he was nothing but a lolling idiot who was in serious need of a good ass-kicking – but when Jonghyun said things like that… when he praised him… when he lavished him with those sweet little compliments which were just a little too sincere, a little too heartfelt… everything inside of him just turned hot and cold at the same time, confusingly soft and hard… Key didn’t want to feel that way, he really didn’t, but he just couldn’t help it…
“Kibum… God, Kibum…”
There was just something about the way Jonghyun’s strong, bulging arms wrapped around his waist and torso so comfortably, so easily, with an uncanny familiarity that Key didn’t even have with his own body…
There was just something about the way he fit so perfectly against him, chest to back or back to chest, like their bodies were made specifically for each other; were made for touching and hugging…
Yes, there was just something about the way those plump, pouty lips always seemed to find that one sensitive spot on his nape that made a fuzzy ray of forbidden arousal and desire shoot straight to his groin - especially when it was coupled with the warmth and butterflies of all the private little things Jonghyun would, for some unknown reason, always whisper against his skin during award shows and photo shoots…
Key couldn’t really put his finger on it – nor did he want to, honestly – but there was just something about the way Jonghyun didn’t even try and yet… no one else in the whole world seemed to be able to make him feel quite the same way when they touched him, when they hugged him…
Taemin couldn’t. Onew and Minho couldn’t. Not a single one of the girls he had been with in the past had even been able to come close to making him feel that same kind of warmth and excitement… Just the way Jonghyun wrapped his always-warm hand around his wrist, loosely but not too much so, or the way their fingers entwined with the most uncanny ease, Jonghyun’s grip always perfectly firm and reassuring yet never smothering or demanding… as much as Key tried to denied it, tried to school his brain into reconsidering this outrageously abhorrent adoration he knew he simply shouldn’t be feeling, it seemed his body would have none of that. He tried his very best and yet his heart still beat traitorously faster and faster whenever those walnutty puppy dog eyes just as much as looked at him; every day, faster and faster until he felt utterly nauseated and aggravated from the ridiculousness of it all…
From the ridiculousness of falling in love with his best friend…
“Yes… oh, God, yes…”
Why did Jonghyun have to have such deviously attractive eyes anyway? Why did they have to be so big and round and innocent, always reflecting his goofy smiles in the most heartwarming way? And that nose… with its cutely asymmetric nostrils, why did it have to be so sharp, so Western-looking, when that was one of Key’s admitted weak points? And his jaw… and his lips… his skin… oh God damn him, how could you not fall in love with a face like that?
And it was always so close to his… everytime Key turned his head… even when he didn’t… it was always right there beside him, behind him, never for one second leaving him alone long enough to actually try and crawl up from the abysmal pit of love he was falling deeper and deeper into…
And those plump lips… chapped but still so velvety soft and lush… they were always on his skin… like right now, where they were pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses against his nape just beneath his bleached hair line making the small hairs on his entire body stand on end… again and again, with every hot, moist press making his thought process shatter into nothing but helpless little pieces of carnal want and need…
“Jjong… Jonghyun… please…”
And that body... that painfully built upper body and those adorably contrasting slender legs… that narrow waist that made your fingers itch to touch it, to grab it, and that cute little behind that could barely fill out a pair of skinny jeans yet still managed to somehow catch your eye at every single flash of it… Now Key wasn't gay - of course not - but... who didn't lust for a body like that?
“Please…”
Through the deep honeyed moans and breathy gasps there was suddenly a ray of moonlight playing upon the back of his hand, over the wall, a bluish white flicker of light through the shielding darkness terrifyingly resembling that of a searching spotlight. Where… was it coming from? What --
"Aah!"
Key whimpered embarrassingly heatedly when the engorged head of Jonghyun’s hard cock once again brushed his prostate dead on making the sweltering heat pooling in the pit of his painfully contracted stomach tear at its restraints and threaten to finally break free. Oh god, he was so close… so close his entire mouth filled with the decadent taste of salt… so close he literally smeared sex against his moan-dried lips when he tried to dampen them with his pink tongue…
But the light grew stronger, shaper…
It was looking for them…
“I…”
And what was that horrible sound suddenly pounding in his ears, louder even than the sound of his own blood rushing and roaring with arousal and desire? It was so intense… deafening… it was… Minho’s voice… Onew and Taemin’s… and… their manager… their manager was calling for them… and screams… thousands and thousands of high-pitched screams… fangirls and the press… calling… screaming… screeching for their attention, their undivided love…
How --
“Come for me… Come for me, Kibum…”
The feline blonde gasped loudly as he was yanked right back into the licentious moment of the lust and heat making his blood race through his veins with an almost painful force. Jonghyun… The nauseous noises quickly began dulling with every lubricant-slicked slapping sound of hips and ass cheeks repeatedly colliding, the comforting darkness once again enveloping them to a world of their own, but he still felt it ever-present against the very back of his mind. They were close, all of them, too close…
And Key was coming, soon, so soon it was already leaking from him in thick rivulets of salty precum and desire and his engorged cock throbbed painfully every time it collided with the roughness of the wall. Painful stroke after painful stroke against the brick; those strong hips slapping against him, filling him over and over and over again in ways he had never felt before, had never even dared dream of… it felt so good, in so many ways, and just the knowledge that it shouldn’t, that it was pure carnal sin to be filled like this - and by his best friend no less... it just made it all the better, all the more painfully pleasurable and arousing…
“Jjong…”
His every nerve-ending felt positively raw and electrified with the heated pleasure coiling heavy and low in his groin, with the lascivious pain that tore down every single one of his precious defenses the very moment he managed to get them raised again, and it was pure heaven and pure hell all at the same time. He barely had time to really catch his breath before the next hard upward thrust made him buck against the wall with a whimpered moan and his poor legs were trembling dangerously from the strain of supporting him against every pleasure-laced starburst erupting through his bloodstream. Again and again… oh, God, how Key wanted to come… it felt like he had been holding on for weeks…
Weeks and weeks of needing and wanting…
Years…
But those noises… those people… the world…
“I’m scared…”
It slipped from his swollen heart-shaped lips in a quiet whisper, barely more than a breathy moan of decadent pleasure really, but even over the underlying thumping bass of Lady Gaga’s ‘Love Game’ now filling the air around them Jonghyun still seemed to hear him somehow. The chorus was being repeated again and again; the cutting words ~Let's play a love game, play a love game; do you want, or you want fame? Are you in the game?~ etching through the pleasure haze that suddenly outlined everything with a soft, fuzzy edge, the tune drowning out the delicious melody of whimpering moans and gasps, and he wanted it to stop, to go away. He was so close… so close to finally letting go…
But what if people found them…?
What if the world found them…?
“I know,” Jonghyun whispered in that ever-comforting voice of his, the warmth and silky deepness of it making Key’s poor heart race even harder with love in the pit of his chest, and that strong body flushed closer against his in the next second, warm and perfect and surely made for holding him, “But I’ll protect you. No matter what happens…”
It didn’t matter then that his skin was burning up, boiling, and that the extra weight against his pleasure-broken back was only adding to that; it didn’t matter that he felt frail enough to fall apart any second, weakened to the point of breaking, and too lost to pick himself up… When Jonghyun’s adroit fingers released their painful hold on his hips and danced up the wall to entangle with his own, to give them the purchase they so desperately sought as their hands pressed against the rough wall, together, and thrusts turned into slow, deep rocking motions instead… when the familiar scents of Jonghyun's shampoo, cologne and hair products filled his nose, the scent of cherry-flavored toothpaste dancing across the side of his sweaty neck… suddenly none of it really mattered. Key almost wanted to break then…
“You’re safe.”
He was safe… Key knew the words were coming even before they echoed hot and moist against his desire-flushed cheek, had heard them with his heart long before his ears, and he let his lust-blown eyes slip closed as it all just washed over him with bruising force; the longing, the tension, the utter safeness that was Jonghyun’s arms and that strong body flushed against his… And then he finally came, harder than ever before, an embarrassingly loud series of pleasure-honeyed whimpers tearing from him when his straining body was racked with a bout of hard twitches and that glorious heat pooling in his core finally fluctuated and broke loose of its restraints.
"F-fuck..."
White ribbon after white ribbon of thick salt erupted from the slit of his jerking, throbbing cock but half a second later to paint the rough-cut surface with --
… Kibum…
… Kibum…
… Kibum…
Key yelped loudly when the world suddenly blackened away around him only to, half a second later, come into painful focus as his heavy eyelids flew open to the feeling of sculpted hands shaking him hard by the shoulders. He instinctively winced from the touch, retracting like a wounded animal, and he flew back on the sheets and away from those hands and that face found so close to his, those perfect lips calling his name over and over again. He scrambled up to sit, frenzied, only to find himself painfully out of breath as he blinked against the sand in his eyes and the sickening realization that he was awake, now, that he was waking up.
A dream… it had all just been a dream…
“Are you okay?”
Jonghyun’s voice was rough, filled with sleep. The warm note of concern in it made Key’s stomach flip-flop hard and the way those blank deer eyes were looking so worriedly at him through the semi-darkness of the small hotel room made him painfully aware of the hot, wet mess he had made of himself. His usually pale cheeks burned hotly as he squirmed against the sticky heat now gluing his underwear to his sweaty skin. Had he really just --
“Kibum...? Are you okay?”
The smaller singer took a step closer to his bed as he spoke, his knees brushing against the edge, and the feline blonde quickly straightened up in a panic. No...! He pulled his threadbare blanket protectively up in front of his body even as his mind in vain tried to tell him that Jonghyun wouldn’t be able to see the evidence of his crime through the darkness and layers of clothing shielding him. It didn’t matter; how could he not know with the way Key’s breathing was coming out hard and fast, shallow and so obviously charged with sex and sin…?
“Kibum!”
“W-what?”
It left him before Key even had time to comprehend that he had actually heard the question; high-pitched, discriminating and so unlike him, and he frantically looked around the room for nothing in particular – maybe a hole to crawl into – before he looked back at Jonghyun like a deer caught in the bright headlights of a car. The other man was once again motioning to move closer, to crawl onto the bed and reach out for him, and Key’s racing heart jumped up into his throat as he jerked back awkwardly, almost falling over the edge of the bed and onto the floor in a heap of limbs and sheets.
He caught himself though, in the last second.
“No, yeah, no I’m fine…”
Of course Key wasn’t fine, but what else could he possibly say? He couldn’t exactly tell his best friend – his best male friend - that he had apparently just dry-humped the sheets of his lousy hotel bed until he orgasmed while his gutter-dwelling mind had played out an all too vivid dream of the two of them fucking roughly up against a wall…
“But you were crying and whimpering…”
Even through the darkness Key could see Jonghyun’s dark eyebrows knitting to a questioning crease over his smooth forehead and he had half a mind to reach out and slap it away. Argh... Why did Jonghyun always have to be so annoyingly cutely expressive anyway?
“And you’re drenched in sweat…”
That he was indeed...
“I…” Key trailed off with a soft, defeated sigh and smoothened a hand absentmindedly down the sheet still covering his crime, wincing when he realized his cock was still achingly hard and throbbing for attention beneath the soiled fabric in spite of his recent release. Dammit… He pouted his heart-shaped lips cutely and stared at an imaginary spot on the ruffled sheets in front of him - luckily not realizing that it wasn’t all that imaginary - and murmured; “It was just a nightmare… a really, really bad nightmare…” in a childish, barely audible voice of utter self-frustration.
Because it was a nightmare, wasn’t it, feeling reduced to nothing but a depraved fangirl dreaming of an idol she’ll never in her life have a chance to actually be with…?
“Oh…”
Jonghyun moved a hand up to slowly scratch at the back of his neck and Key’s fingers were really itching to do something to that cute, only half awake bling-bling dino raptor standing there in nothing but a pair of low-slung pajamas bottoms that seriously must have been designed with the sole purpose of making his hormones go haywire – he wanted to do anything to wipe that cute confused look off Jonghyun's handsome face, preferably something that involved hitting him hard over the head…
And maybe kissing him, too, a little…
But mostly… yeah, Key really just wanted to hit him right now.
Hard.
Twice.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Talk…?
“N-no!”
Key found himself shrieking again, even more embarrassingly loudly than before, too, and he damned the whole world (but mostly Jonghyun) to the far end of a field as his pristine face burned even hotter. He quickly pushed off the bed, snarling when the other man once again motioned to step closer, and the blanket was still hugged to his chest protectively as he tried to balance on his shaky, orgasm-jellified legs. He took a blind step backwards towards the door.
“I’m… I’m fine, Jonghyun. Just… go back to bed…”
“Okay… are… are you sure?”
The slow drawl of Jonghyun’s sleepy voice sounded much less than convinced.
“Yes! Christ!” Key sneered in something uncannily close to an actual growl, his dark panther eyes narrowing angrily for a moment before he caught himself and sighed deeply to release the tension suddenly hunching his shoulders. Damn…
He knew his infuriating misfortune wasn’t Jonghyun’s fault after all, no matter how much easier everything would be if he just let himself believe that it was, and he reached a small hand out into the soft darkness towards his friend. They were too far away to touch, now, a good few feet between them, but he knew the peace-offering gesture came across with the way Jonghyun’s stupidly attractive lips curled ever so slightly at the corners.
“Go back to bed, okay? I’m... I'm sorry I woke you…”
Key gave Jonghyun a tired, only half forced smile before he turned on his heels without waiting for an answer. He threw the blanket over his shoulder and back onto the bed now that he didn’t need it to shield him anymore and went for the bathroom directly adjoined to his and Jonghyun’s shared hotel room. Once inside the exceptionally small space he turned the lock as quietly as possible – they never locked their doors on each other after all – before letting out a deep, exasperated sigh as he reached for the light switch.
Wincing against the painfully scorching white light it took the slender singer a few moments to actually be able to see anything with his sleep-hazed eyes, but once he had blinked the blur away he stumbled over to the sink to look at himself in the small dingy mirror. What a mess he was… disheveled, drenched in sweat, his cheeks still burning in the most telltale way… Key shook his head disapprovingly at himself, the heavy frown on his reflection’s face anything but attractive, and he just stood like that for a few seconds – caught in the white noise of nothingness and the turmoil of his feelings – before he forced himself to get a move on.
Yuck… The feline blonde wrinkled his button nose cutely in disgust as he at first tried to wipe his expensive pink Calvin Klein underwear off with a wetted towel corner – to no avail – and then realized that he had no other choice but to go commando for the night. He was wearing his sleep shorts anyway, so it wouldn’t be that uncomfortable, but sliding the sin-soiled fabric off his smooth, slender legs he felt so embarrassed he couldn’t even face his own reflection. He curled the evidence of his crime up in the towel and stuffed the incriminating ball down the very bottom of the hotel laundry basket, somewhere hoping it would just magically vanish in spite of those being his favorite boxers.
Once Key had gotten dressed again, one article of clothing lighter, he wasted no more time in the small room (near his cruel reflection). He grabbed a new towel, dampened it and quickly patted himself down to remove the worst scent of sweat from his alabaster skin, soon deeming it good enough until he could take a shower in the morning. Then he cleaned his face over with a cleaning wipe from his beauty box and lastly put on a fresh layer of night cream – there was just no way he was going to break out just because his mind lived in the gutter. He was already suffering enough; Jonghyun might have stolen his heart, but there was no way in hell he was going to get blemishes because of that buff little idiot. Just… no way. No.
It wasn’t long then, before Key once again entered the small bedroom and he stared at Jonghyun’s bed across the room for a long moment, just contemplating the still figure before he tiptoed over to his own bed and crawled beneath the thin blanket. His sheets were still uncomfortably damp with sweat, but he barely got to really think on it as the mattress dipped behind him half a moment later and his entire body tensed up in the most painful way, his mind going completely blank with instinctual fear.
- Of course not fear of who it was invading his bed, but more so what that certain someone might figure out from the scents of sex and sweat still lingering in the sheets…
“W-what are you doing?” Key whispered in utter panic when that familiar body flushed up close against his back beneath the blanket, all hard muscles and soft skin, and his breath caught in his throat when a muscled leg slid in between his, comfortably tangling with them as a hand traveled up the length of his back to gently grab at his shoulder. This was too familiar to --
“Protecting you…” Jonghyun whispered in a slurred voice that said he was already fast asleep again and he let his warm fingers dance sluggishly down along Key’s quivering arm to cover his hand with his own bigger one and sweetly lace their fingers together. Then he placed a soft, tender kiss to Key’s naked shoulder where the warm touch of his fingers still lingered before he nuzzled his face in against his nape, all hot breath and plush lips.
“I will always protect you…”
Though freezing at first at the terrifyingly familiar words – and the initial ridiculous panic that Jonghyun knew - Key couldn’t help but turn buttery and pliant against that warm, familiar embrace not even half a moment later, like he always would, in spite of his mind frantically screaming at him that he was being foolish for letting his guards down, for letting himself believe even for split second. He just ignored it and cradled their entangled hands close in against his chest, against his heart, and let his heavy eyelids slip closed with a tired sigh as he murmured an absent-minded - but heartfelt -; "Idiot…" at the man who always gave him exactly what he needed the most.
So… maybe love was indeed a fool’s errand but… for Jonghyun… maybe Key didn't mind being a fool…
The End.
So.... this was my second Jongkey story ever... ^^;
Don't be a silent reader - please leave a comment and make me happy<3
Band: SHINee.
Characters: Key, Jonghyun and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Key x Jonghyun / Jongkey.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, one-shot, PWP/Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, m/m, consensual, WAFF/fluff, PWP, (possibly a very small amount of hurt with loads of comfort).
Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years or so.
Relations: Can be read as a standalone/one-shot or as a part of my SHINee series:
3. 'Homecoming'.
Summary:
Love is not blind; love is absolutely and completely stupid… - especially when it causes Key to have very wet, very satisfying dreams about his best friend lying in a hotel bed no more than two feet away. Yes, love is a fool’s errand and SHINee’s Key Kibum definitely does not consider himself a fool.
But… his poor heart on the other hand? Well, that’s another story entirely…
~o~
Author's note:
I know this seems a bit confusing throughout the first half, but as the summary reveals it's a dream and I tried to write in a realistic stream of consciousness narration, so I really hope the 'sexiness' hasn't suffered too much due to that... ^o^;;
The idea for this came after staring myself blind at this AWESOME photomanip:
Author's note:
I know this seems a bit confusing throughout the first half, but as the summary reveals it's a dream and I tried to write in a realistic stream of consciousness narration, so I really hope the 'sexiness' hasn't suffered too much due to that... ^o^;;
The idea for this came after staring myself blind at this AWESOME photomanip:
~o~
To say that Key was hot at the moment would be the understatement of the year - of the century. He was literally burning up; every cell of his slender body on fire, every inch of his pure alabaster skin covered in a glistening sheen of salty sweat. Rivulets, heavy and piping hot, were continuously running from his temples, burning down the sides of his face; down over his femininely high cheekbones, his smooth cheeks and finally teasing along his deceptively sharp jawline where some detoured to etch down the vulnerable length of his neck while others carelessly threw themselves off his smooth chin and into oblivion.
“Jjong…”
Everything was nauseatingly yet pleasantly blurry, spinning, and the wall he was currently pinned against suddenly seemed to be of the weirdest texture... Now, he only had half a mind to focus on it, granted, but still he somehow recognized through the moist, heady moans rustling off his kiss-swollen lips like honey and the furious rushing and pounding of blood in his ears that something was off about it. It was brick, crumbled, a yellowish red and rough-cut in the most romantic way and yet… somehow, beneath his trembling fingers which were desperately clawing for purchase on the hard stone it felt almost soft, almost… woolen. Like a bed sheet… - Yes, exactly like a bed sheet - and the scent of it too, as his button nose practically rubbed against it with each rhythmic push against his pleasure-curved back… it wasn’t the familiar mineral scent one would expect but something closer to… that of dusty floral-scented hotel sheets, like the ones they spent more than half their nights on…
“G-god…”
Okay, so he was going crazy. There was no way around it; Key was going crazy… He was deprived and depraved, absolutely and utterly debauched, and his lust-blown feline eyes kept rolling helplessly back into his head behind closed eyelids every time that hard, slicked cock grounded into him. Deep, deeper, again and again… And when it slid from him in the next second, almost disappearing completely in one smooth stroke, long before he could even panic or miss it it was right back again; just as hard, just as fervent, thrusting back in against his stretched, silky walls and that abused little pleasure gland. Deeper and deeper, pushing into him until he was so full he was sure the only reason why he was even containing any of this was the unyielding wall glued roughly to his front keeping him from breaking into a million itty-bitty pieces of sweet pain and sinful pleasure…
“Yes…”
Breathe in, breathe out; that was what the feline blonde kept telling himself as he desperately tried to spread his trembling thighs further apart, to take more in - to get more in -, but his damn skinny jeans which had merely been shoved down to just below the rounded mounds of his petite ass had him locked in place, the sweat-dampened fabric as effective as any chain. What color... were they again…?
God, it was so hard to focus when Jonghyun’s warm, calloused hands were grabbing his slender waist hard enough to surely leave discriminating finger-shaped bruises behind for everyone to see… it was so hard to focus when that beautifully built upper body was so sensually sliding against his back with each slicked thrust in, up, every rock-hard muscle of it felt almost too clearly even through all those smothering layers of clothing that so cruelly separated their needy, twining bodies…
Everything was… so hard… at the moment…
So hard…
“Oh… God…”
And the way Jonghyun breathed hard against the back of his sweat-slicked neck. The sound of it was harsh and loud in his pounding ears - too loud - and yet every hot rush of breath against his arousal-twitching skin felt like the softest stroke of pleasure, of affection… It was the most cruelly confusing contrast to the roughness of the moment; the way darkness conspiratorially cloaked around them as they stood there moving together in the most carnal of ways, fully clothed and dolled up for show with pants pulled down just enough for their sweaty bodies to join but not an inch more… It was so dirty, so filthy; the entire scene taken right out of one of those glossy paged, worn-down adult magazines Minho had stashed away under his mattress back at the dorms and foolishly believed no one knew of.
But Key did. Key knew.
“You’re amazing… God, Kibum, you’re so beautiful…”
Jonghyun’s heady whispers licked hotly against the shell of his ear, against the silver conch that made it all the more sensitive, and he swallowed dryly against the hard lump suddenly filling up his throat. The small brunette’s smoky voice always had that effect on him; it always cut right to the very core of his being, right to where he craved it the most, needed it the most, and it always made him feel uncomfortably vulnerable and exposed, blushy and shy. He hated that feeling… loathed it…
What Jonghyun actually said though, didn’t always matter – because the buff, smaller singer said the stupidest things sometimes, as any fan knew, and half the time Key truly thought he was nothing but a lolling idiot who was in serious need of a good ass-kicking – but when Jonghyun said things like that… when he praised him… when he lavished him with those sweet little compliments which were just a little too sincere, a little too heartfelt… everything inside of him just turned hot and cold at the same time, confusingly soft and hard… Key didn’t want to feel that way, he really didn’t, but he just couldn’t help it…
“Kibum… God, Kibum…”
There was just something about the way Jonghyun’s strong, bulging arms wrapped around his waist and torso so comfortably, so easily, with an uncanny familiarity that Key didn’t even have with his own body…
There was just something about the way he fit so perfectly against him, chest to back or back to chest, like their bodies were made specifically for each other; were made for touching and hugging…
Yes, there was just something about the way those plump, pouty lips always seemed to find that one sensitive spot on his nape that made a fuzzy ray of forbidden arousal and desire shoot straight to his groin - especially when it was coupled with the warmth and butterflies of all the private little things Jonghyun would, for some unknown reason, always whisper against his skin during award shows and photo shoots…
Key couldn’t really put his finger on it – nor did he want to, honestly – but there was just something about the way Jonghyun didn’t even try and yet… no one else in the whole world seemed to be able to make him feel quite the same way when they touched him, when they hugged him…
Taemin couldn’t. Onew and Minho couldn’t. Not a single one of the girls he had been with in the past had even been able to come close to making him feel that same kind of warmth and excitement… Just the way Jonghyun wrapped his always-warm hand around his wrist, loosely but not too much so, or the way their fingers entwined with the most uncanny ease, Jonghyun’s grip always perfectly firm and reassuring yet never smothering or demanding… as much as Key tried to denied it, tried to school his brain into reconsidering this outrageously abhorrent adoration he knew he simply shouldn’t be feeling, it seemed his body would have none of that. He tried his very best and yet his heart still beat traitorously faster and faster whenever those walnutty puppy dog eyes just as much as looked at him; every day, faster and faster until he felt utterly nauseated and aggravated from the ridiculousness of it all…
From the ridiculousness of falling in love with his best friend…
“Yes… oh, God, yes…”
Why did Jonghyun have to have such deviously attractive eyes anyway? Why did they have to be so big and round and innocent, always reflecting his goofy smiles in the most heartwarming way? And that nose… with its cutely asymmetric nostrils, why did it have to be so sharp, so Western-looking, when that was one of Key’s admitted weak points? And his jaw… and his lips… his skin… oh God damn him, how could you not fall in love with a face like that?
And it was always so close to his… everytime Key turned his head… even when he didn’t… it was always right there beside him, behind him, never for one second leaving him alone long enough to actually try and crawl up from the abysmal pit of love he was falling deeper and deeper into…
And those plump lips… chapped but still so velvety soft and lush… they were always on his skin… like right now, where they were pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses against his nape just beneath his bleached hair line making the small hairs on his entire body stand on end… again and again, with every hot, moist press making his thought process shatter into nothing but helpless little pieces of carnal want and need…
“Jjong… Jonghyun… please…”
And that body... that painfully built upper body and those adorably contrasting slender legs… that narrow waist that made your fingers itch to touch it, to grab it, and that cute little behind that could barely fill out a pair of skinny jeans yet still managed to somehow catch your eye at every single flash of it… Now Key wasn't gay - of course not - but... who didn't lust for a body like that?
“Please…”
Through the deep honeyed moans and breathy gasps there was suddenly a ray of moonlight playing upon the back of his hand, over the wall, a bluish white flicker of light through the shielding darkness terrifyingly resembling that of a searching spotlight. Where… was it coming from? What --
"Aah!"
Key whimpered embarrassingly heatedly when the engorged head of Jonghyun’s hard cock once again brushed his prostate dead on making the sweltering heat pooling in the pit of his painfully contracted stomach tear at its restraints and threaten to finally break free. Oh god, he was so close… so close his entire mouth filled with the decadent taste of salt… so close he literally smeared sex against his moan-dried lips when he tried to dampen them with his pink tongue…
But the light grew stronger, shaper…
It was looking for them…
“I…”
And what was that horrible sound suddenly pounding in his ears, louder even than the sound of his own blood rushing and roaring with arousal and desire? It was so intense… deafening… it was… Minho’s voice… Onew and Taemin’s… and… their manager… their manager was calling for them… and screams… thousands and thousands of high-pitched screams… fangirls and the press… calling… screaming… screeching for their attention, their undivided love…
How --
“Come for me… Come for me, Kibum…”
The feline blonde gasped loudly as he was yanked right back into the licentious moment of the lust and heat making his blood race through his veins with an almost painful force. Jonghyun… The nauseous noises quickly began dulling with every lubricant-slicked slapping sound of hips and ass cheeks repeatedly colliding, the comforting darkness once again enveloping them to a world of their own, but he still felt it ever-present against the very back of his mind. They were close, all of them, too close…
And Key was coming, soon, so soon it was already leaking from him in thick rivulets of salty precum and desire and his engorged cock throbbed painfully every time it collided with the roughness of the wall. Painful stroke after painful stroke against the brick; those strong hips slapping against him, filling him over and over and over again in ways he had never felt before, had never even dared dream of… it felt so good, in so many ways, and just the knowledge that it shouldn’t, that it was pure carnal sin to be filled like this - and by his best friend no less... it just made it all the better, all the more painfully pleasurable and arousing…
“Jjong…”
His every nerve-ending felt positively raw and electrified with the heated pleasure coiling heavy and low in his groin, with the lascivious pain that tore down every single one of his precious defenses the very moment he managed to get them raised again, and it was pure heaven and pure hell all at the same time. He barely had time to really catch his breath before the next hard upward thrust made him buck against the wall with a whimpered moan and his poor legs were trembling dangerously from the strain of supporting him against every pleasure-laced starburst erupting through his bloodstream. Again and again… oh, God, how Key wanted to come… it felt like he had been holding on for weeks…
Weeks and weeks of needing and wanting…
Years…
But those noises… those people… the world…
“I’m scared…”
It slipped from his swollen heart-shaped lips in a quiet whisper, barely more than a breathy moan of decadent pleasure really, but even over the underlying thumping bass of Lady Gaga’s ‘Love Game’ now filling the air around them Jonghyun still seemed to hear him somehow. The chorus was being repeated again and again; the cutting words ~Let's play a love game, play a love game; do you want, or you want fame? Are you in the game?~ etching through the pleasure haze that suddenly outlined everything with a soft, fuzzy edge, the tune drowning out the delicious melody of whimpering moans and gasps, and he wanted it to stop, to go away. He was so close… so close to finally letting go…
But what if people found them…?
What if the world found them…?
“I know,” Jonghyun whispered in that ever-comforting voice of his, the warmth and silky deepness of it making Key’s poor heart race even harder with love in the pit of his chest, and that strong body flushed closer against his in the next second, warm and perfect and surely made for holding him, “But I’ll protect you. No matter what happens…”
It didn’t matter then that his skin was burning up, boiling, and that the extra weight against his pleasure-broken back was only adding to that; it didn’t matter that he felt frail enough to fall apart any second, weakened to the point of breaking, and too lost to pick himself up… When Jonghyun’s adroit fingers released their painful hold on his hips and danced up the wall to entangle with his own, to give them the purchase they so desperately sought as their hands pressed against the rough wall, together, and thrusts turned into slow, deep rocking motions instead… when the familiar scents of Jonghyun's shampoo, cologne and hair products filled his nose, the scent of cherry-flavored toothpaste dancing across the side of his sweaty neck… suddenly none of it really mattered. Key almost wanted to break then…
“You’re safe.”
He was safe… Key knew the words were coming even before they echoed hot and moist against his desire-flushed cheek, had heard them with his heart long before his ears, and he let his lust-blown eyes slip closed as it all just washed over him with bruising force; the longing, the tension, the utter safeness that was Jonghyun’s arms and that strong body flushed against his… And then he finally came, harder than ever before, an embarrassingly loud series of pleasure-honeyed whimpers tearing from him when his straining body was racked with a bout of hard twitches and that glorious heat pooling in his core finally fluctuated and broke loose of its restraints.
"F-fuck..."
White ribbon after white ribbon of thick salt erupted from the slit of his jerking, throbbing cock but half a second later to paint the rough-cut surface with --
… Kibum…
… Kibum…
… Kibum…
Key yelped loudly when the world suddenly blackened away around him only to, half a second later, come into painful focus as his heavy eyelids flew open to the feeling of sculpted hands shaking him hard by the shoulders. He instinctively winced from the touch, retracting like a wounded animal, and he flew back on the sheets and away from those hands and that face found so close to his, those perfect lips calling his name over and over again. He scrambled up to sit, frenzied, only to find himself painfully out of breath as he blinked against the sand in his eyes and the sickening realization that he was awake, now, that he was waking up.
A dream… it had all just been a dream…
“Are you okay?”
Jonghyun’s voice was rough, filled with sleep. The warm note of concern in it made Key’s stomach flip-flop hard and the way those blank deer eyes were looking so worriedly at him through the semi-darkness of the small hotel room made him painfully aware of the hot, wet mess he had made of himself. His usually pale cheeks burned hotly as he squirmed against the sticky heat now gluing his underwear to his sweaty skin. Had he really just --
“Kibum...? Are you okay?”
The smaller singer took a step closer to his bed as he spoke, his knees brushing against the edge, and the feline blonde quickly straightened up in a panic. No...! He pulled his threadbare blanket protectively up in front of his body even as his mind in vain tried to tell him that Jonghyun wouldn’t be able to see the evidence of his crime through the darkness and layers of clothing shielding him. It didn’t matter; how could he not know with the way Key’s breathing was coming out hard and fast, shallow and so obviously charged with sex and sin…?
“Kibum!”
“W-what?”
It left him before Key even had time to comprehend that he had actually heard the question; high-pitched, discriminating and so unlike him, and he frantically looked around the room for nothing in particular – maybe a hole to crawl into – before he looked back at Jonghyun like a deer caught in the bright headlights of a car. The other man was once again motioning to move closer, to crawl onto the bed and reach out for him, and Key’s racing heart jumped up into his throat as he jerked back awkwardly, almost falling over the edge of the bed and onto the floor in a heap of limbs and sheets.
He caught himself though, in the last second.
“No, yeah, no I’m fine…”
Of course Key wasn’t fine, but what else could he possibly say? He couldn’t exactly tell his best friend – his best male friend - that he had apparently just dry-humped the sheets of his lousy hotel bed until he orgasmed while his gutter-dwelling mind had played out an all too vivid dream of the two of them fucking roughly up against a wall…
“But you were crying and whimpering…”
Even through the darkness Key could see Jonghyun’s dark eyebrows knitting to a questioning crease over his smooth forehead and he had half a mind to reach out and slap it away. Argh... Why did Jonghyun always have to be so annoyingly cutely expressive anyway?
“And you’re drenched in sweat…”
That he was indeed...
“I…” Key trailed off with a soft, defeated sigh and smoothened a hand absentmindedly down the sheet still covering his crime, wincing when he realized his cock was still achingly hard and throbbing for attention beneath the soiled fabric in spite of his recent release. Dammit… He pouted his heart-shaped lips cutely and stared at an imaginary spot on the ruffled sheets in front of him - luckily not realizing that it wasn’t all that imaginary - and murmured; “It was just a nightmare… a really, really bad nightmare…” in a childish, barely audible voice of utter self-frustration.
Because it was a nightmare, wasn’t it, feeling reduced to nothing but a depraved fangirl dreaming of an idol she’ll never in her life have a chance to actually be with…?
“Oh…”
Jonghyun moved a hand up to slowly scratch at the back of his neck and Key’s fingers were really itching to do something to that cute, only half awake bling-bling dino raptor standing there in nothing but a pair of low-slung pajamas bottoms that seriously must have been designed with the sole purpose of making his hormones go haywire – he wanted to do anything to wipe that cute confused look off Jonghyun's handsome face, preferably something that involved hitting him hard over the head…
And maybe kissing him, too, a little…
But mostly… yeah, Key really just wanted to hit him right now.
Hard.
Twice.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Talk…?
“N-no!”
Key found himself shrieking again, even more embarrassingly loudly than before, too, and he damned the whole world (but mostly Jonghyun) to the far end of a field as his pristine face burned even hotter. He quickly pushed off the bed, snarling when the other man once again motioned to step closer, and the blanket was still hugged to his chest protectively as he tried to balance on his shaky, orgasm-jellified legs. He took a blind step backwards towards the door.
“I’m… I’m fine, Jonghyun. Just… go back to bed…”
“Okay… are… are you sure?”
The slow drawl of Jonghyun’s sleepy voice sounded much less than convinced.
“Yes! Christ!” Key sneered in something uncannily close to an actual growl, his dark panther eyes narrowing angrily for a moment before he caught himself and sighed deeply to release the tension suddenly hunching his shoulders. Damn…
He knew his infuriating misfortune wasn’t Jonghyun’s fault after all, no matter how much easier everything would be if he just let himself believe that it was, and he reached a small hand out into the soft darkness towards his friend. They were too far away to touch, now, a good few feet between them, but he knew the peace-offering gesture came across with the way Jonghyun’s stupidly attractive lips curled ever so slightly at the corners.
“Go back to bed, okay? I’m... I'm sorry I woke you…”
Key gave Jonghyun a tired, only half forced smile before he turned on his heels without waiting for an answer. He threw the blanket over his shoulder and back onto the bed now that he didn’t need it to shield him anymore and went for the bathroom directly adjoined to his and Jonghyun’s shared hotel room. Once inside the exceptionally small space he turned the lock as quietly as possible – they never locked their doors on each other after all – before letting out a deep, exasperated sigh as he reached for the light switch.
Wincing against the painfully scorching white light it took the slender singer a few moments to actually be able to see anything with his sleep-hazed eyes, but once he had blinked the blur away he stumbled over to the sink to look at himself in the small dingy mirror. What a mess he was… disheveled, drenched in sweat, his cheeks still burning in the most telltale way… Key shook his head disapprovingly at himself, the heavy frown on his reflection’s face anything but attractive, and he just stood like that for a few seconds – caught in the white noise of nothingness and the turmoil of his feelings – before he forced himself to get a move on.
Yuck… The feline blonde wrinkled his button nose cutely in disgust as he at first tried to wipe his expensive pink Calvin Klein underwear off with a wetted towel corner – to no avail – and then realized that he had no other choice but to go commando for the night. He was wearing his sleep shorts anyway, so it wouldn’t be that uncomfortable, but sliding the sin-soiled fabric off his smooth, slender legs he felt so embarrassed he couldn’t even face his own reflection. He curled the evidence of his crime up in the towel and stuffed the incriminating ball down the very bottom of the hotel laundry basket, somewhere hoping it would just magically vanish in spite of those being his favorite boxers.
Once Key had gotten dressed again, one article of clothing lighter, he wasted no more time in the small room (near his cruel reflection). He grabbed a new towel, dampened it and quickly patted himself down to remove the worst scent of sweat from his alabaster skin, soon deeming it good enough until he could take a shower in the morning. Then he cleaned his face over with a cleaning wipe from his beauty box and lastly put on a fresh layer of night cream – there was just no way he was going to break out just because his mind lived in the gutter. He was already suffering enough; Jonghyun might have stolen his heart, but there was no way in hell he was going to get blemishes because of that buff little idiot. Just… no way. No.
It wasn’t long then, before Key once again entered the small bedroom and he stared at Jonghyun’s bed across the room for a long moment, just contemplating the still figure before he tiptoed over to his own bed and crawled beneath the thin blanket. His sheets were still uncomfortably damp with sweat, but he barely got to really think on it as the mattress dipped behind him half a moment later and his entire body tensed up in the most painful way, his mind going completely blank with instinctual fear.
- Of course not fear of who it was invading his bed, but more so what that certain someone might figure out from the scents of sex and sweat still lingering in the sheets…
“W-what are you doing?” Key whispered in utter panic when that familiar body flushed up close against his back beneath the blanket, all hard muscles and soft skin, and his breath caught in his throat when a muscled leg slid in between his, comfortably tangling with them as a hand traveled up the length of his back to gently grab at his shoulder. This was too familiar to --
“Protecting you…” Jonghyun whispered in a slurred voice that said he was already fast asleep again and he let his warm fingers dance sluggishly down along Key’s quivering arm to cover his hand with his own bigger one and sweetly lace their fingers together. Then he placed a soft, tender kiss to Key’s naked shoulder where the warm touch of his fingers still lingered before he nuzzled his face in against his nape, all hot breath and plush lips.
“I will always protect you…”
Though freezing at first at the terrifyingly familiar words – and the initial ridiculous panic that Jonghyun knew - Key couldn’t help but turn buttery and pliant against that warm, familiar embrace not even half a moment later, like he always would, in spite of his mind frantically screaming at him that he was being foolish for letting his guards down, for letting himself believe even for split second. He just ignored it and cradled their entangled hands close in against his chest, against his heart, and let his heavy eyelids slip closed with a tired sigh as he murmured an absent-minded - but heartfelt -; "Idiot…" at the man who always gave him exactly what he needed the most.
So… maybe love was indeed a fool’s errand but… for Jonghyun… maybe Key didn't mind being a fool…
The End.
So.... this was my second Jongkey story ever... ^^;
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waaauh :D
Date: 2013-09-12 07:02 pm (UTC)Anyway. Another AMAZING story! I wish I had your creativity, damn girly. It was so hawt and so cute all at the same time. Definitely melted my poor biased heart :) I loved it<33
Go write more! Now!
Tony Tricks~
Re: waaauh :D
Date: 2013-09-13 09:35 am (UTC)Well, if you're up for resuming our chat I can just keep you updated on my updates xD (IKR. I get like 300 new posts on tumblr every day, it's crazy! o.o How the heck am I supposed to ever scroll through them all?>< ) But anyway, it means so much to me that you liked this<3 I really struggled with it because I didn't feel like the dream part was sexy enough to actually carry the story... it's hard to make it sexy when you have to be realistic about how many details a dream actually contains T_T So my bias heart thanks your bias heart<333 :D
And don't be silly! Your stories are amazing<3 Much better than mine... *headdesk* Go write the baeksoo you promised me before you left! Shoo~ <3
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Date: 2013-09-13 01:30 pm (UTC)Tumblr's going crazy with EXO feed these days... o.o
And it was definitely sexy! You managed to keep it realistic but smoking hot at the same time<3 I really loved it :)
And yes ma'am! Will write it soon I promise~ :D I have so many new ideas, it was so hard not being able to write for an entire week T_T But I wrote the plots down on my phone so I should be all ready to go as soon as I'm unpacked! :D
Tony~
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Date: 2013-09-13 01:32 pm (UTC)Re: waaauh :D
Date: 2013-09-14 09:36 am (UTC)... Or because my story sucks? xD;;;
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Date: 2013-09-14 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-13 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-13 09:28 am (UTC)Anyway, thank you so much for commenting~(^o^)/
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Date: 2013-09-13 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-13 01:33 pm (UTC)*runs off to read*
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Date: 2013-09-14 06:11 am (UTC)Really looking forward to future Jongkey docs from you because they're written so well and I just love them *~*.
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Date: 2013-09-14 09:44 am (UTC)Oh, and do you write fics too, by the way? I stalked your LJ page, but since it's kinda empty I didn't get a whole lot out of it... xD
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Date: 2013-09-19 05:41 am (UTC)And how could I not sdklfgb ._.
and I thought the amount of details was perfect XD, considering it was a dream and all it couldn't be too too detailed
and omg d'awweh I feel so special >.< (but *cough* yes more Jongkey *cough*)
I love your Jongkey though, and the more Jongkey you write the more you'll find a 'perfect characterization' for them XD
And yes we are sucking you into the Jongkey world >:)
There is no turning back
hehe jk ^.^
And I do write some fics but I haven't posted any on LJ because they aren't that...good
heh
I have some on my AFF (that I may or may not have neglected for like a couple of months now ._.)
I'm just not consistent with my writing and especially with school recently I don't really want to start anything new cuz I don't want to over do things
Commitment is a big and scary word 0-0
but here's my AFF http://www.asianfanfics.com/profile/view/258826
it's kinda deserted right now....
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Date: 2013-09-19 10:58 am (UTC)And I know that too well! Before I started this little Jongkey-trip I hadn't uploaded anything in almost 8 months... Life and school were just keeping me too busy (still is!) T_T And committing to anything more than a one-shot just isn't possible for me these days... ._.* But I will definitely check out your AFF as soon as I get a free moment! I'm sure your writing is just amazing<3 :D
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Date: 2013-09-22 09:22 pm (UTC)Sorry for such late replies ._.
COMMITMENT IS NOT EASY FOR MEand that's a really good strategy actually XD
but I always find if I write something and then read it again a couple of days after that I either want to totally rewrite the whole thing and completely change or add something, or that what I've written really sucks ._.
it takes a lot for me to be satisfied with my own writing so I don't really post often or if I do it's edited really bad cuz I just skimmed... (bad habits everywhere :o)
and tbh my life actually isn't that busy compared to some other people's but I just feel like I'm so bogged down for some reason >.<
Don't overwork yourself though okies? ^^ SCHOOL IS IMPORTANT. EDUCATION. STUDYING. HOMEWORK. DO IT ALL!!! *sobs* ㅠ~ㅠ
hehe thank you ^^
but don't get your hopes up, really they aren't exactly the best ._.
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Date: 2013-09-23 01:39 pm (UTC)And that's exactly how I feel ._____. - except I actually hate what I write while I'm writing it... xD I always get all these complexes too, thinking it's definitely not good enough and that I should rewrite it all... ^^; I wouldn't have uploaded a single one of my Jongkeys if my friend hadn't kept reassuring me they're somewhat decent... XD; And I can never reread my fics later on because I'll just cringe and then delete them.... and my poor journal would be empty >xD *deadpans*
I know it's important just... well, sometimes cute little Korean boybanders just feel more important~ XD just kidding~
not. Anyway, I'm plenty busy^^; between the university and being chronically sick... it's a wonder I even find time to write these oneshot... xD;And I'm sure they are<3 Give yourself a little credit!^^
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Date: 2013-09-23 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-26 05:07 am (UTC)or I think that's what happened....not sure....
lol and thank god for your friend then, otherwise we wouldn't have any of these jongkey fics THE HORROR ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ
ahem
ah but you're lucky to have friends that can share your fics with, most of my friends don't even know what yaoi is ._.
I have this one friend that I know reads ff that I see regularly but she reads/is a fan of people like All Time Low, Nirvana, British people... (I say that in a very non-racist way ok ._.)
but I just don't know to what level the fanfics she reads go to...*cough NC-17 cough*
so they only know I read fanfics and that's it XD
and aweh you're sick? :( get better! being sick sucks and I feel like I live in the arctic right now. Also wow university o_o, how do you have time ?! XD
well anyways good luck with all that! and get better soon!
hehe I'll give myself some credit when I come back from my hiatus for my fic on AFF that will probably go on forever because I.have.no.ideas.at.all. ;-;
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Date: 2013-09-27 08:17 am (UTC)And that's how it is with most of my friends too, actually *laughs* I have one or two who knows what I write *cough*smut*cough*, but the friend I was refering to is actually an online friend xD Even my friends who know what I write (and who also write fics by the way) are not really into Jrock/Kpop, so they don't really care for what I write^^;
And... I don't have the time... XD;
Aww ;__; You should really try writing one-shots for a while if you're out of ideas. That's why I'm writing one-shots now; no commitment and no guilt for not having the inspiration for later chapters and making people wait xD;
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Date: 2013-09-30 04:24 am (UTC)...unless they turn out to be like 70 year old pedos.
and that's a pity then D:, but at least they still write! heh
and aweh it must be super busy then....
...I just had a 4 day weekend so....yeah it was nice...
summer is so far away ;-;
lol oneshots; the one night stands of the fanfic world XD
also omg when he made that face I was like YES!
PERFECT ICON EVER!
THE EPITOME OF PERFECTNESS!
MUST.SCREEN.SHOT.NAOW.
.BOOM.DONE.CLICK.
POWER GOES OUT. COMPUTER DIES PHOTO DID NOT SAVE. EARTH CRASHES INTO URANUS.
EVERYBODY DIES.
...idk what happened I just...my mind...
._.
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Date: 2013-10-03 10:42 am (UTC)Oh, it definitely is ;-; I want summer (vacation) naaaaaaaaauuuw ;o;
Haha, aww, well, it made me laugh xD; But yes, it's definitely the most perfect icon ever *-*
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Date: 2013-10-05 12:58 am (UTC)and yes! sometimes I wish technology would just hurry up so we can start sending hugs online ._.
they're so warm ^_^
hehe NC-17 interests XD
Summer is so far away ;-;
whyyyyyyyyyy
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Date: 2013-09-27 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-14 11:36 am (UTC)This was another amazing story! So fluffy and sweet and yet sexy at the same time. I don't know how you do it :D I can't wait to see what you come up with in the future! Maybe a little 2Min? Please? :D XD
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Date: 2013-09-14 04:07 pm (UTC)Haha, aww, I can't rule out that there might be a fic or two featuring 2Min in the future~ For now though, my Jongkey feels are just completely out of whack (<33) so for a good while I think they'll be my main focus of attention *laughs* I will keep it in mind though^^ Any particular scenarios you'd like to see played out? ^__~
So again; thank you so much for reading and commenting<3 It really means a lot to me^o^)//
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Date: 2013-09-14 04:25 pm (UTC)Oh, you will? ;____; I can't wait!! And no, no specific scenario in mind - anything with those two will make my little heart happy<3 But... maybe something from the Ring Ding Dong ear? XD ... Anyway! Of course, more Jongkey will do that too<3 They're so amazing and the way you portray them is just... WOW<3
And again, you're very welcome :D It was totally my pleasure<3
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Date: 2013-09-15 11:12 am (UTC)Oh yes, if I were to write Minho it would definitely be back then, when he had that gorgeous long hair <3 Mmm, I'll see what I can come up with^^ But for now, yes... maybe a little more Jongkey before I move on *laughs* I'm pretty hooked these days~ it's SHINee from the AM to the PM. Music, reality shows, variety shows, award shows, concerts... and too little sleep and too little studying xD; *headdesk*
Aww, you're so kind to me<3 ^^
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Date: 2013-09-18 08:06 pm (UTC)You too? I've been like that for years XD My mom's really been getting on my case about it lately... all those pretty Asian boys with long hair and full lips. She doesn't get it ;) But yes please!! Minho with long hair... that's definitely my ultimate Shinee bias<3
I can't wait to read more Jongkey from you though :D <3 And you deserve kindness<3
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Date: 2013-09-19 03:55 pm (UTC)Oh, it is? xD In spite of everything and my love for Key and Onew etc. I must admit... Jonghyun with bright white hair might just be my ultimate SHINee bias (or Onew with long hair and his ridiculously squinty, amazing smile<3)... I can't help it; any Asian person with white hair makes me completely and utterly weak to my knees xD <3 But yes, sadly very few people understand that... ;______;
Awww<3 *glomps* And I'll upload a new fic in a couple of days. Finished it last night :D
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Date: 2013-09-15 08:15 am (UTC)amazing. okay. amazing. you blew my mind
thank you for writing this ;x
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Date: 2013-09-15 11:06 am (UTC)And thank you for commenting, too<3 I hope you don't mind if I add you?^o^)/
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Date: 2013-09-16 12:50 pm (UTC)Thanks so much.
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Date: 2013-09-17 03:41 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it<3 Thank you for reading and commenting^^ I hope you don't mind I added you?
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