30 days of writing challenge mad day 7 on/tae
940 words, not as angsty as the prompt might suggest, kinda cute really
Taemin isn't sure how it started. Maybe he just woke up in a cranky mood. Maybe it's something about the way the stars were aligned. He's honestly not sure. Things should have been just fine. His relationship with Jinki was getting better and better, closer and closer... and everything else was just... what it was. Work.
But everything seems to irritate him today.
The way Kibum spends way too long messing about with Jinki's hair for no reason that Taemin can see. Jinki hates that shit unless they are going to be on stage, usually letting his hair hang loose and straight if left to his own devices. And for some reason Kibum's voice seems too high and strident and he's got his hands in Jinki's hair and on his shoulders and on his back and chest and fuck, Taemin really, really wants to push Kibum away.
But he doesn't. He manages to keep the irritation to himself, though his responses to direct questions are clipped and short and his stare is not exactly friendly.
Then there's sound checks for their performance today. That should be okay right? Except Jinki's got these super snug perfectly fitting jeans on with a tee shirt that's a little shrunken and a little too short and you can see everything. Jinki's usually so very shy about how he looks and so retiring about it, and sure there's problems with his skin... with all the makeup they all have to wear it's a miracle that all five of them aren't one giant zit head. But none of that takes away from the fact that Jinki has a perfect body AND that he's hung thank you very much.
Taemin catches some people around them looking, men and women and it makes his irritation flare higher. So much so that Jinki finally pulls him aside.
"What's wrong, aegi?" Jinki asks, giving Taemin a quick little back and shoulder rub. There are too many people around for him to give Taemin the kiss he'd like to.
Grinding his teeth, Taemin hisses, "Everyone's looking at you. You're so fucking hot and everyone's looking and I don't like it."
Jinki wants to smile a bit at this statement from Taemin. The praise is like music to his ears and even the possessive way Taemin is acting is pleasurable, like balm on an aching injury. He hesitates, still rubbing Taemin's shoulders.
"There's not a lot I can do about that," Jinki finally points out.
Taemin whips around and grumbles, "You could wear something that doesn't cling to your whole body like that," he says, folding his arms and staring at the middle of Jinki's chest with a pouty expression. Jinki's touch and attention are soothing to his annoyance but not enough.
Jinki blinks a few times and has to fight not to laugh. He looks down at himself and then back up at Taemin. "I'm wearing jeans and a tee shirt, Taemin, it's not exactly stripper gear."
"Arrrgh," Taemin mutters. He stalks away and tries his best to get through sound checks without taking anyone's head off. Jinki would have to yell at him if he did and that would be bad because they'd probably fight and then Taemin would have to kiss Jinki to make him stop and...
He gets through it somehow. When they are back in their rooms, he slouches himself into the corner of the bed where it is tucked against the wall and curls up there.
"Are you still upset?" Jinki asks mildly, closing the door behind them and sitting on the desk chair backwards with his arms over the back.
Taemin gnaws his lower lip. "I want to hang a sign on you that says, no touching, mine." He admits after a while.
"Not very fair is it? I mean you are out there pretending to get all hot with Jjong right? And that outfit that shows your side and stomach?" Jinki watches Taemin with care.
From experience he knows that Taemin rarely blows up but when he does, the fireworks are always spectacular.
"That's different," Taemin mutters crankily. He knows it isn't really different, especially the bit with Jjong. Even though management pushed that on them really... it's still someone else putting their hands on him. Even if Jjong knows perfectly well that Taemin is with Jinki.
Jinki just gives Taemin a long look and waits.
"Do you even know how sexy you are?" Taemin asks after a small silence. "Do you even know how attractive you are? You're so... " He casts around for a good word to describe what he's thinking of and finally shrugs. "Masculine, in all the most ... I want to lick you and bite you and kiss you all over your body."
"Taemin..." Jinki begins, blushing a little bit because he's not used to this, even from his boyfriend.
"No, really, you are. Your thighs... and your arms... and your fucking gorgeous collar bone... and you walk around driving me crazy without even knowing it." Taemin licks his lips and gives Jinki a slightly pathetic look.
"It makes me mad that you don't know. It makes me mad that other people are looking and you still don't know. It makes me mad that I'm... I'm so hot for you and you don't know."
Jinki is out of the chair and over to the bed, crawling onto it to pull Taemin into his arms. "I know now," he says softly as the little ball that is Taemin uncurls and long arms and legs wrap around him.
"Don't forget it," Taemin snarls and kisses Jinki hard.
Restless, Accusation, Tremble, Intervention, Beginning, Knowledge
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Taemin isn't sure how it started. Maybe he just woke up in a cranky mood. Maybe it's something about the way the stars were aligned. He's honestly not sure. Things should have been just fine. His relationship with Jinki was getting better and better, closer and closer... and everything else was just... what it was. Work.
But everything seems to irritate him today.
The way Kibum spends way too long messing about with Jinki's hair for no reason that Taemin can see. Jinki hates that shit unless they are going to be on stage, usually letting his hair hang loose and straight if left to his own devices. And for some reason Kibum's voice seems too high and strident and he's got his hands in Jinki's hair and on his shoulders and on his back and chest and fuck, Taemin really, really wants to push Kibum away.
But he doesn't. He manages to keep the irritation to himself, though his responses to direct questions are clipped and short and his stare is not exactly friendly.
Then there's sound checks for their performance today. That should be okay right? Except Jinki's got these super snug perfectly fitting jeans on with a tee shirt that's a little shrunken and a little too short and you can see everything. Jinki's usually so very shy about how he looks and so retiring about it, and sure there's problems with his skin... with all the makeup they all have to wear it's a miracle that all five of them aren't one giant zit head. But none of that takes away from the fact that Jinki has a perfect body AND that he's hung thank you very much.
Taemin catches some people around them looking, men and women and it makes his irritation flare higher. So much so that Jinki finally pulls him aside.
"What's wrong, aegi?" Jinki asks, giving Taemin a quick little back and shoulder rub. There are too many people around for him to give Taemin the kiss he'd like to.
Grinding his teeth, Taemin hisses, "Everyone's looking at you. You're so fucking hot and everyone's looking and I don't like it."
Jinki wants to smile a bit at this statement from Taemin. The praise is like music to his ears and even the possessive way Taemin is acting is pleasurable, like balm on an aching injury. He hesitates, still rubbing Taemin's shoulders.
"There's not a lot I can do about that," Jinki finally points out.
Taemin whips around and grumbles, "You could wear something that doesn't cling to your whole body like that," he says, folding his arms and staring at the middle of Jinki's chest with a pouty expression. Jinki's touch and attention are soothing to his annoyance but not enough.
Jinki blinks a few times and has to fight not to laugh. He looks down at himself and then back up at Taemin. "I'm wearing jeans and a tee shirt, Taemin, it's not exactly stripper gear."
"Arrrgh," Taemin mutters. He stalks away and tries his best to get through sound checks without taking anyone's head off. Jinki would have to yell at him if he did and that would be bad because they'd probably fight and then Taemin would have to kiss Jinki to make him stop and...
He gets through it somehow. When they are back in their rooms, he slouches himself into the corner of the bed where it is tucked against the wall and curls up there.
"Are you still upset?" Jinki asks mildly, closing the door behind them and sitting on the desk chair backwards with his arms over the back.
Taemin gnaws his lower lip. "I want to hang a sign on you that says, no touching, mine." He admits after a while.
"Not very fair is it? I mean you are out there pretending to get all hot with Jjong right? And that outfit that shows your side and stomach?" Jinki watches Taemin with care.
From experience he knows that Taemin rarely blows up but when he does, the fireworks are always spectacular.
"That's different," Taemin mutters crankily. He knows it isn't really different, especially the bit with Jjong. Even though management pushed that on them really... it's still someone else putting their hands on him. Even if Jjong knows perfectly well that Taemin is with Jinki.
Jinki just gives Taemin a long look and waits.
"Do you even know how sexy you are?" Taemin asks after a small silence. "Do you even know how attractive you are? You're so... " He casts around for a good word to describe what he's thinking of and finally shrugs. "Masculine, in all the most ... I want to lick you and bite you and kiss you all over your body."
"Taemin..." Jinki begins, blushing a little bit because he's not used to this, even from his boyfriend.
"No, really, you are. Your thighs... and your arms... and your fucking gorgeous collar bone... and you walk around driving me crazy without even knowing it." Taemin licks his lips and gives Jinki a slightly pathetic look.
"It makes me mad that you don't know. It makes me mad that other people are looking and you still don't know. It makes me mad that I'm... I'm so hot for you and you don't know."
Jinki is out of the chair and over to the bed, crawling onto it to pull Taemin into his arms. "I know now," he says softly as the little ball that is Taemin uncurls and long arms and legs wrap around him.
"Don't forget it," Taemin snarls and kisses Jinki hard.
Restless, Accusation, Tremble, Intervention, Beginning, Knowledge
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