[Ficlet] #29
Title: Beware of the Plirks
Author: debsk
Claim: Minho/Taemin
Prompt: #29 - Special Delivery
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 996
Summary: Sometimes, post-sex moments are warm. Sometimes awkward. In Minho’s and Taemin’s case, sex comes followed by Important Information.
Notes/Warnings: This is an Alternative Universe with superpowers and mentions of much more people than the SHINee members. SM Town family is too interesting not to have them in the same AU. If you see mistakes or something that does not make sense, I would be thankful if you point it out ^_^
Written for Table Set 5 from 50ficlets. 37 to go.
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#29 - Special Delivery
Minho rests his head against Taemin, content with breathing for the moment.
He opens one eye and looks at Taemin and his damp hair, his happy smile and his swollen lips. He hugs him, kissing Taemin’s temple, and pulling out of him. He hears his muffled complaint and caresses the skin his hands can touch. He closes his eyes again, remembering the yellowish (almost white) shine of Taemin’s eyes. There was so much power inside the fragile body of Taemin…
Minho shivers desire and fear mixing in each small tremble. He receives the response he wants and Taemin moves, holds him better and looks at him with part of the innocence he saw before coming back to his face. He is about to say something when the door bursts open. He swears and activates his powers, covering as much of Taemin as he is able to, his mind running back to all the conspiracy theories and possible traps.
“Special delivery! Fucking shit! Of course Kibum was hearing noises!” Jaejoong voice carries across the room and Minho relaxes because he doesn’t perceive maliciousness in his senior.
“I’m a genius!” says Yoochun.
Minho looks up from the sofa and what he sees leaves him with his mouth open. What before was a perfectly decorated and habitable living room is now nothing more than broken and burned bits of wood. Even the paint of the walls looks scorched, unglued and falling in dust all around. The only thing that isn’t affected is the sofa they are on.
“Yunho is going to kill me~!” Jaejoong singsongs. His expression is way too happy to lament what he has said, so Minho stops looking at them and smiles against Taemin’s lips.
“Nice butt!” says Yoochun, smacking his buttock before throwing some clothes to their heads. “Get dressed, we are going to call the rescue team. You made too much damage for us two to fix.”
Minho has an insincere apology at the tip of his tongue. Is not that he isn’t sorry about breaking stuff, which he is, but apologizing for having the best sex of his life? That is surreal. Anyways, they leave before he can say a word.
Sighing, he gets up, picking up the bigger clothes. There is a subtle friendliness while they get dressed again, with Minho using his charm as much as he can to steal kisses. He is bold enough to brand Taemin with a hickey. Taemin, of course, gets back at him and gives him one, bigger than Minho’s, just in that weak spot between collarbone and neck. When Jaejoong and Yoochun come back, Minho has Taemin in his arms and they are kissing, ready for a round two that they know that is not going to happen.
Minho recognizes the two people that come with them, of course. Sungmin and Siwon from Super Junior. For the first time after the drink, they feel conscious of who is with them. Minho blushes under Siwon’ serious look around the room. Sungmin smiles, his eyes softening before shining with soft blue.
They observe, in awe, as all the furniture gets back to its previous unbroken state.
“Kibum will need to take a look at the sensors. Either him or Heechul.” Sungmin warns, brow furrowed in deep concentration.
“We are counting on that, but for now, they’re busy covering up the party,” explains Yoochun.
“They are adorable, aren’t they Siwonnie?” Jaejoong asks, throwing an arm over Siwon’ shoulders and smiling. “Well, now that you are done burning the edge,” Jaejoong laughs at his word game, “we still have important information to tell you. And that’s why Leeteuk and Yunho sent Siwonnie here. They don’t trust us. Well, they trust Sungminnie. Not Yoochun and me.”
“Has Yunho told you about your training tomorrow?” Siwon asks, frowning. Minho and Taemin nod. “Well, of course, Taemin will go with Yunho himself. Psions are hard to teach if you aren’t one yourself.” Minho smiles at him, feeling happy and proud because Taemin is going to train with the most powerful soldier of SM. “Minho, as you are the only active fighter, Direction thought it would be wise to expose you to as many different powers and styles as possible. Tomorrow, you’ll start with Sungmin and me.”
“Siwon… that’s boring!” Yoochun complains, coming to perch himself onto Jaejoong’s back. “What is important is, as you could feel, that there is a special connection between you two. If you don’t want to be caught you’ll need to be extra careful. I’ll teach you personally how to hide it.”
“Hide what?” Taemin asks. Minho looks at him for a second, sensing the uneasiness that is coming from his lithe frame in waves. Explosive sex is fun, is okay. Yoochun is talking about something absolutely different and Taemin seems as ready as Minho to accept that they have some mystical connection.
“Your souls, of course!” Siwon answers. “There are more people with the same talent as Yoochun. Some of them are going to train you during team stage. And Plirks can use it against you.”
“What is a Plirk?” Minho can’t help but ask. He hasn’t heard such a name in his life.
“Danger. But you’ll get to that.”
“Are you saying we are some sort of… soul-mates?” Taemin stutters over the last word. “Are you saying that we have to be in love?”
“What? No! How can you be in love without knowing each other? That’s crazy!” Minho frowns. Jaejoong and Yoochun seem scandalized with Taemin’s guesses but it’s not like their day has been normal. “Your souls, your auras, have a strong connection. You can pay attention to it or you can be friends, but sex is going to be better if it’s the two of you. You can fall in love or not. That’s your own decision. The practical side is that people would know. They will attack you. Mostly Minho because, really, very few beings are crazy enough to mess with Psions.”
Author: debsk
Claim: Minho/Taemin
Prompt: #29 - Special Delivery
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 996
Summary: Sometimes, post-sex moments are warm. Sometimes awkward. In Minho’s and Taemin’s case, sex comes followed by Important Information.
Notes/Warnings: This is an Alternative Universe with superpowers and mentions of much more people than the SHINee members. SM Town family is too interesting not to have them in the same AU. If you see mistakes or something that does not make sense, I would be thankful if you point it out ^_^
Written for Table Set 5 from 50ficlets. 37 to go.
1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15| 16| 17| 18| 19| 20| 21| 22| 23| 24| 25| 26| 27| 28| 29| 30| 31| 32| 33| 34| 35| 36| 37| 38| 39| 40| 41| 42| 43| 44| 45| 46| 47| 48| 49| 50
#29 - Special Delivery
Minho rests his head against Taemin, content with breathing for the moment.
He opens one eye and looks at Taemin and his damp hair, his happy smile and his swollen lips. He hugs him, kissing Taemin’s temple, and pulling out of him. He hears his muffled complaint and caresses the skin his hands can touch. He closes his eyes again, remembering the yellowish (almost white) shine of Taemin’s eyes. There was so much power inside the fragile body of Taemin…
Minho shivers desire and fear mixing in each small tremble. He receives the response he wants and Taemin moves, holds him better and looks at him with part of the innocence he saw before coming back to his face. He is about to say something when the door bursts open. He swears and activates his powers, covering as much of Taemin as he is able to, his mind running back to all the conspiracy theories and possible traps.
“Special delivery! Fucking shit! Of course Kibum was hearing noises!” Jaejoong voice carries across the room and Minho relaxes because he doesn’t perceive maliciousness in his senior.
“I’m a genius!” says Yoochun.
Minho looks up from the sofa and what he sees leaves him with his mouth open. What before was a perfectly decorated and habitable living room is now nothing more than broken and burned bits of wood. Even the paint of the walls looks scorched, unglued and falling in dust all around. The only thing that isn’t affected is the sofa they are on.
“Yunho is going to kill me~!” Jaejoong singsongs. His expression is way too happy to lament what he has said, so Minho stops looking at them and smiles against Taemin’s lips.
“Nice butt!” says Yoochun, smacking his buttock before throwing some clothes to their heads. “Get dressed, we are going to call the rescue team. You made too much damage for us two to fix.”
Minho has an insincere apology at the tip of his tongue. Is not that he isn’t sorry about breaking stuff, which he is, but apologizing for having the best sex of his life? That is surreal. Anyways, they leave before he can say a word.
Sighing, he gets up, picking up the bigger clothes. There is a subtle friendliness while they get dressed again, with Minho using his charm as much as he can to steal kisses. He is bold enough to brand Taemin with a hickey. Taemin, of course, gets back at him and gives him one, bigger than Minho’s, just in that weak spot between collarbone and neck. When Jaejoong and Yoochun come back, Minho has Taemin in his arms and they are kissing, ready for a round two that they know that is not going to happen.
Minho recognizes the two people that come with them, of course. Sungmin and Siwon from Super Junior. For the first time after the drink, they feel conscious of who is with them. Minho blushes under Siwon’ serious look around the room. Sungmin smiles, his eyes softening before shining with soft blue.
They observe, in awe, as all the furniture gets back to its previous unbroken state.
“Kibum will need to take a look at the sensors. Either him or Heechul.” Sungmin warns, brow furrowed in deep concentration.
“We are counting on that, but for now, they’re busy covering up the party,” explains Yoochun.
“They are adorable, aren’t they Siwonnie?” Jaejoong asks, throwing an arm over Siwon’ shoulders and smiling. “Well, now that you are done burning the edge,” Jaejoong laughs at his word game, “we still have important information to tell you. And that’s why Leeteuk and Yunho sent Siwonnie here. They don’t trust us. Well, they trust Sungminnie. Not Yoochun and me.”
“Has Yunho told you about your training tomorrow?” Siwon asks, frowning. Minho and Taemin nod. “Well, of course, Taemin will go with Yunho himself. Psions are hard to teach if you aren’t one yourself.” Minho smiles at him, feeling happy and proud because Taemin is going to train with the most powerful soldier of SM. “Minho, as you are the only active fighter, Direction thought it would be wise to expose you to as many different powers and styles as possible. Tomorrow, you’ll start with Sungmin and me.”
“Siwon… that’s boring!” Yoochun complains, coming to perch himself onto Jaejoong’s back. “What is important is, as you could feel, that there is a special connection between you two. If you don’t want to be caught you’ll need to be extra careful. I’ll teach you personally how to hide it.”
“Hide what?” Taemin asks. Minho looks at him for a second, sensing the uneasiness that is coming from his lithe frame in waves. Explosive sex is fun, is okay. Yoochun is talking about something absolutely different and Taemin seems as ready as Minho to accept that they have some mystical connection.
“Your souls, of course!” Siwon answers. “There are more people with the same talent as Yoochun. Some of them are going to train you during team stage. And Plirks can use it against you.”
“What is a Plirk?” Minho can’t help but ask. He hasn’t heard such a name in his life.
“Danger. But you’ll get to that.”
“Are you saying we are some sort of… soul-mates?” Taemin stutters over the last word. “Are you saying that we have to be in love?”
“What? No! How can you be in love without knowing each other? That’s crazy!” Minho frowns. Jaejoong and Yoochun seem scandalized with Taemin’s guesses but it’s not like their day has been normal. “Your souls, your auras, have a strong connection. You can pay attention to it or you can be friends, but sex is going to be better if it’s the two of you. You can fall in love or not. That’s your own decision. The practical side is that people would know. They will attack you. Mostly Minho because, really, very few beings are crazy enough to mess with Psions.”