#13: overflowing (for fridaysblues)
Title: Overflowing
Fandom: SHINee, EXO
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Kai
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1900
Work remixed: Low Tide by fridaysblues
Summary: Taemin can play with fire, even if it’s as hot as Kim Jongin.
Warnings: blood, blood drinking, bloodplay
Notes: it was such an honor to remix this fic since I’m a huge fan of this author! I’m sorry this is so short ;___;
So pretty, even in the dim streetlights. Fancy Kim Jongin, second-in-command to the Kim clan and practically a prince, coming all the way over here. Maybe Taemin’s just really drunk. His imagination is wild: even through Taemin’s blurry vision, Kim Jongin at a distance is a picture-perfect vampire, dark and smoldering. The mere image almost makes Taemin feel thirsty again. Their eyes meet, and Taemin laughs, the high from his recent feeding making his chest thrum. Then Kim Jongin turns away, and Taemin collapses on the pavement.
When he wakes up the next day, Taemin’s surprised that he can remember part of last night, especially a part that he was sure was the doing of his imagination. The idea haunts him for the day -- he’d only seen pictures of Kim Jongin and not the real man, so how could he imagine him so clearly? Yet how could Kim Jongin, the flawless son of one of the country’s most powerful clans, show up at an illegal blood den? Taemin can’t make up his mind, and it doesn’t help that the blurry image of Kim Jongin’s face won’t leave him.
“Taemin, you’ve a guest. He says he knows Wonshik.”
“Let him in.” Could Wonshik’s friend be…?
Taemin almost laughs again when Kim Jongin enters the room. He looks utterly lost, mouth slightly open as he takes in the scene. It probably is strange for someone of his caliber to see humans and vampires mingling so closely like this; hell, a human girl over there is grinding on Hyunseung. Maybe it’s too much for Kim Jongin, for he starts to turn and walk away, but Taemin gets up and grabs his arm before he can exit.
“Hey. You’re Wonshik’s friend, right? I think I saw you last night, but as you probably saw I wasn’t in any state to say hello.”
Jongin gulps and looks away. God, he could make any expression look good. “Sorry, I’m leaving.”
“No, no, stay,” Taemin insists. “It’s safe here.”
“Is it now?”
Taemin leans in so he can whisper in Jongin’s ear. “Even if you’re one of Joonmyun’s, it’s okay.” He realizes he’s still gripping Jongin’s arm, and he loosens his grip until he can stroke Jongin’s wrist reassuringly. Jongin doesn’t relax.
Taemin walks them over to the largest booth in the back and pulls aside the curtain. “Hey, Kibum.”
Kibum sighs. “You’re late.” Taemin must be; Kibum’s already unbuttoned his shirt all the way.
“I was showing the new guy around. You can’t get mad at me anyways.”
Kibum peers through the dim light to look at Jongin. “He kind of looks like you. Cute. He can join us.”
Jongin looks even more scared than before. Maybe he’s thinking about the very visible fresh scar on Kibum’s neck.
“It’s okay,” Taemin says. “Kibum’s here three times a week.”
“I’ve taken two at a time before,” Kibum adds, and there’s even a bit of a sigh in his voice, as if he misses that time.
“I-- I’m not thirsty,” Jongin stammers, and Taemin conceals his laugh.
“You just want to watch?” Taemin says. “That’s fine.”
He sits down on the chaise next to Kibum, moves closer until Kibum’s thigh is on his, and bites down on his neck. The blood is sweet -- Kibum does feed himself well -- and Kibum’s enjoying it too, his fingers biting into Taemin’s back as he moans. Taemin’s more interested in Jongin’s reaction, however: Jongin’s expression is strained, like he’s doing all he can to hold himself back, and there’s a mixture of hunger and arousal in his eyes. He can probably feel Kibum’s pulse in the air. Not thirsty, yeah right.
Taemin doesn’t drink for long and pulls back, still looking at Jongin. Kibum seems to sense this and laughs, running a hand through Taemin’s hair to bring the attention back to him. “Was that enough?”
“Not for you,” Taemin says. “But I don’t want to be rude to our guest.” He gestures at Jongin.
Jongin seems to struggle with talking. “I’ve got to go. Uh. Thanks? For letting me watch?”
“Sure.” Taemin grins. Who would have guessed that a member of the Kim clan could get so flustered. “I’ll walk you out.”
“You don’t have to,” Jongin says, already standing up to get away.
“I want to,” Taemin says, although it’s hard to tell exactly what he wants. Even though he didn’t drink much, he’s still swaying a bit and his head is a bit fuzzy. “Don’t want you to get lost.”
When they’re outside, Taemin’s finding it hard to walk straight. It’s so easy to cling onto Jongin’s arm for support, like Jongin was made to be there for him.
“Let me walk you home,” Jongin says. Is this the chivalry of a prince emerging?
“Why didn’t you drink?” Taemin asks, looking at Jongin instead of the street in front of him. He slides an arm around Jongin’s waist, trying to coax an answer out of him with touches. Maybe it’s because he’s drunk right now, but being with Jongin feels so easy even though they’ve barely met. “Got a reputation to uphold?”
That look of panic crosses Jongin’s face again. Damn him for still looking so handsome. Taemin’s definitely drunk. He pushes Jongin up against the nearest wall so Jongin has nowhere to look but him.
“I don’t care who you are, but other people know your face. You can’t come back here, Jongin. But if you trust me, I can take you somewhere else.”
“I’m really okay--”
“You’re hungry.” Taemin’s known it all along, but it’s especially clear up close: Jongin’s breathing is fast and shallow, and his pupils are still dilated.
“I just haven’t fed today,” Jongin insists. “I just need some Synth--”
“That fake shit?” Taemin laughs. “Don’t lie to yourself. You can’t live on that. You’ll never be satisfied.” He moves closer, aware of the fresh blood on his face and how strong it must smell. Jongin’s eyes dart to it and to Taemin’s mouth.
“Come on,” Taemin whispers, and there’s barely a moment of break before Jongin’s kissing the blood off his lips and teeth. Taemin’s tempted to bite Jongin’s lips until they bleed too. Why is it so easy to be this close with Jongin?
“Told you,” Taemin laughs when Jongin pulls away, looked astonished by what he’d just done. “Let’s go.”
Taemin takes Jongin’s hand in his as they walk. It seems like Jongin could run away any moment, and Taemin doesn’t want to let him go. He’s not sure why he’s taken such a liking to Jongin. Maybe he likes that Jongin needs him right now.
“Where are we going?” Jongin ask. Taemin likes how Jongin’s fingers aren’t limp but clutching his own back.
“To a friend’s house.”
“But aren’t we in a… is your friend not a vampire too?”
“He used to be a donor, so he’s cool. Don’t worry about it.”
They reach Moongyu’s door and Taemin rings the doorbell a few times before banging the door with his fist. Finally Moongyu opens it, bleary-eyed.
“Taemin, why didn’t you call beforehand?”
“It’s not for me; it’s for a friend.” Taemin holds up his hand, still linked with Jongin’s.
Moongyu’s eyes widen when he sees Jongin, and he opens the door to let them in.
The living room is even more of a mess than it usually is. Moongyu’s books, various papers, and a few takeout containers are strewn about, even covering the blankets and futon on the edge of the room. Taemins scoots away to retrieve a blood bag out of the fridge in the kitchen. He doesn’t think Jongin would do anything stupid, since he refused to drink from Kibum earlier, but he doesn’t know if Jongin’s thirst has gotten much worse since then.
When he returns, Moongyu is explaining his human-vampire anthropology work to Jongin. Taemin shoves the bag into Jongin’s hands, not caring that he’s interrupting.
“Here. Before you jump Moongyu.”
“I wouldn’t,” Jongin frowns, but he takes the bag quickly and heads to the bathroom.
“So,” Moongyu says when the bathroom door has closed. “How’d you end up being friends with someone from the Kim clan? I thought their crowd didn’t go to places like yours.”
“A friend of mine recommended me to him,” Taemin responds. “And now we’re friends, I guess. I’ve only known him for a day.”
“And yet you come in holding hands,” Moongyu muses, unwrapping the bandage on his arm and holding it out to Taemin. “Didn’t know you were that friendly, Taemin. Have you decided who’s going to top yet?”
Taemin bites down on Moongyu’s arm extra hard for that remark and takes a mouthful of blood. He doesn’t swallow it, instead heading for the bathroom door and knocking before opening it.
Jongin turns around at the disturbance, and Taemin takes Jongin’s bloodstained face between his hands and kisses him hard, letting Moongyu’s blood flow from his mouth to Jongin’s. Jongin staggers and nearly slops blood all over himself, but Taemin just pulls him back in.
“Better?” he asks when Jongin breaks for air.
Jongin nods, still gasping and reeling from the feed.
“You’ve got a little spot there,” Taemin says, pointing to the corner of Jongin’s mouth and kissing the blood away.
“Hey, I’m still hungry,” Jongin huffs.
Taemin offers his wrist with a smirk. Jongin kisses it instead.
After Jongin drinks from Moongyu, he’s too drunk to walk by himself, so Taemin carries him on his back. They go to Taemin’s place, because there’s no way Jongin could make it back to the Kim residence without raising suspicion.
Taemin dumps Jongin rather unceremoniously onto the bed, and Jongin pulls Taemin down with him. Soon they’re kissing and their hands are all over each other. There’s something addicting about the sensation of running his tongue along Jongin’s teeth and the heat of Jongin’s skin under his fingertips. It’s hard to say whether Taemin likes it more when Jongin bites into him or when he bites into Jongin. The taste of Jongin’s blood makes Taemin feel like sleep is unnecessary, that he should never drink from anyone else again.
When Jongin stumbles away back to Joonmyun’s in the dark hours of the morning, it’s the first time that Taemin has ever wanted to run after someone and plead to stay together.
Jongin meets him every few days, whenever Joonmyun lets him. They have to meet privately, where Jongin’s face won’t be recognized, and Taemin finds the inconvenience of secrecy somehow adds an extra thrill. Imagine the world finding out that Kim Joonmyun’s favorite son has relations with a member of an illegal blood den. But Taemin doesn’t care much about that. He cares about the crinkle of Jongin’s eyes when he smiles and Jongin’s bad jokes that Taemin still smiles at.
Taemin doesn’t know how to tell Jongin that he wants him to stay, so he tries to say it in his touches. An arm around his waist here, a kiss to the temple here, and a don’t go there. Taemin wants to know what he means to Jongin, but he’s afraid of asking in case it isn’t what he hopes it is, although that even Taemin isn’t sure of.
Very few vampires truly bond for life. Taemin doesn’t know how forever will work out, but he knows that now all he wants is Jongin. This might be the most human he’ll ever feel, this emotion of reckless affection.
Jongin rolls over, half awake in the dark. “Taemin? You’re awake? Are you thinking about something?”
“Nothing.” You.
Fandom: SHINee, EXO
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Kai
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1900
Work remixed: Low Tide by fridaysblues
Summary: Taemin can play with fire, even if it’s as hot as Kim Jongin.
Warnings: blood, blood drinking, bloodplay
Notes: it was such an honor to remix this fic since I’m a huge fan of this author! I’m sorry this is so short ;___;
So pretty, even in the dim streetlights. Fancy Kim Jongin, second-in-command to the Kim clan and practically a prince, coming all the way over here. Maybe Taemin’s just really drunk. His imagination is wild: even through Taemin’s blurry vision, Kim Jongin at a distance is a picture-perfect vampire, dark and smoldering. The mere image almost makes Taemin feel thirsty again. Their eyes meet, and Taemin laughs, the high from his recent feeding making his chest thrum. Then Kim Jongin turns away, and Taemin collapses on the pavement.
When he wakes up the next day, Taemin’s surprised that he can remember part of last night, especially a part that he was sure was the doing of his imagination. The idea haunts him for the day -- he’d only seen pictures of Kim Jongin and not the real man, so how could he imagine him so clearly? Yet how could Kim Jongin, the flawless son of one of the country’s most powerful clans, show up at an illegal blood den? Taemin can’t make up his mind, and it doesn’t help that the blurry image of Kim Jongin’s face won’t leave him.
“Taemin, you’ve a guest. He says he knows Wonshik.”
“Let him in.” Could Wonshik’s friend be…?
Taemin almost laughs again when Kim Jongin enters the room. He looks utterly lost, mouth slightly open as he takes in the scene. It probably is strange for someone of his caliber to see humans and vampires mingling so closely like this; hell, a human girl over there is grinding on Hyunseung. Maybe it’s too much for Kim Jongin, for he starts to turn and walk away, but Taemin gets up and grabs his arm before he can exit.
“Hey. You’re Wonshik’s friend, right? I think I saw you last night, but as you probably saw I wasn’t in any state to say hello.”
Jongin gulps and looks away. God, he could make any expression look good. “Sorry, I’m leaving.”
“No, no, stay,” Taemin insists. “It’s safe here.”
“Is it now?”
Taemin leans in so he can whisper in Jongin’s ear. “Even if you’re one of Joonmyun’s, it’s okay.” He realizes he’s still gripping Jongin’s arm, and he loosens his grip until he can stroke Jongin’s wrist reassuringly. Jongin doesn’t relax.
Taemin walks them over to the largest booth in the back and pulls aside the curtain. “Hey, Kibum.”
Kibum sighs. “You’re late.” Taemin must be; Kibum’s already unbuttoned his shirt all the way.
“I was showing the new guy around. You can’t get mad at me anyways.”
Kibum peers through the dim light to look at Jongin. “He kind of looks like you. Cute. He can join us.”
Jongin looks even more scared than before. Maybe he’s thinking about the very visible fresh scar on Kibum’s neck.
“It’s okay,” Taemin says. “Kibum’s here three times a week.”
“I’ve taken two at a time before,” Kibum adds, and there’s even a bit of a sigh in his voice, as if he misses that time.
“I-- I’m not thirsty,” Jongin stammers, and Taemin conceals his laugh.
“You just want to watch?” Taemin says. “That’s fine.”
He sits down on the chaise next to Kibum, moves closer until Kibum’s thigh is on his, and bites down on his neck. The blood is sweet -- Kibum does feed himself well -- and Kibum’s enjoying it too, his fingers biting into Taemin’s back as he moans. Taemin’s more interested in Jongin’s reaction, however: Jongin’s expression is strained, like he’s doing all he can to hold himself back, and there’s a mixture of hunger and arousal in his eyes. He can probably feel Kibum’s pulse in the air. Not thirsty, yeah right.
Taemin doesn’t drink for long and pulls back, still looking at Jongin. Kibum seems to sense this and laughs, running a hand through Taemin’s hair to bring the attention back to him. “Was that enough?”
“Not for you,” Taemin says. “But I don’t want to be rude to our guest.” He gestures at Jongin.
Jongin seems to struggle with talking. “I’ve got to go. Uh. Thanks? For letting me watch?”
“Sure.” Taemin grins. Who would have guessed that a member of the Kim clan could get so flustered. “I’ll walk you out.”
“You don’t have to,” Jongin says, already standing up to get away.
“I want to,” Taemin says, although it’s hard to tell exactly what he wants. Even though he didn’t drink much, he’s still swaying a bit and his head is a bit fuzzy. “Don’t want you to get lost.”
When they’re outside, Taemin’s finding it hard to walk straight. It’s so easy to cling onto Jongin’s arm for support, like Jongin was made to be there for him.
“Let me walk you home,” Jongin says. Is this the chivalry of a prince emerging?
“Why didn’t you drink?” Taemin asks, looking at Jongin instead of the street in front of him. He slides an arm around Jongin’s waist, trying to coax an answer out of him with touches. Maybe it’s because he’s drunk right now, but being with Jongin feels so easy even though they’ve barely met. “Got a reputation to uphold?”
That look of panic crosses Jongin’s face again. Damn him for still looking so handsome. Taemin’s definitely drunk. He pushes Jongin up against the nearest wall so Jongin has nowhere to look but him.
“I don’t care who you are, but other people know your face. You can’t come back here, Jongin. But if you trust me, I can take you somewhere else.”
“I’m really okay--”
“You’re hungry.” Taemin’s known it all along, but it’s especially clear up close: Jongin’s breathing is fast and shallow, and his pupils are still dilated.
“I just haven’t fed today,” Jongin insists. “I just need some Synth--”
“That fake shit?” Taemin laughs. “Don’t lie to yourself. You can’t live on that. You’ll never be satisfied.” He moves closer, aware of the fresh blood on his face and how strong it must smell. Jongin’s eyes dart to it and to Taemin’s mouth.
“Come on,” Taemin whispers, and there’s barely a moment of break before Jongin’s kissing the blood off his lips and teeth. Taemin’s tempted to bite Jongin’s lips until they bleed too. Why is it so easy to be this close with Jongin?
“Told you,” Taemin laughs when Jongin pulls away, looked astonished by what he’d just done. “Let’s go.”
Taemin takes Jongin’s hand in his as they walk. It seems like Jongin could run away any moment, and Taemin doesn’t want to let him go. He’s not sure why he’s taken such a liking to Jongin. Maybe he likes that Jongin needs him right now.
“Where are we going?” Jongin ask. Taemin likes how Jongin’s fingers aren’t limp but clutching his own back.
“To a friend’s house.”
“But aren’t we in a… is your friend not a vampire too?”
“He used to be a donor, so he’s cool. Don’t worry about it.”
They reach Moongyu’s door and Taemin rings the doorbell a few times before banging the door with his fist. Finally Moongyu opens it, bleary-eyed.
“Taemin, why didn’t you call beforehand?”
“It’s not for me; it’s for a friend.” Taemin holds up his hand, still linked with Jongin’s.
Moongyu’s eyes widen when he sees Jongin, and he opens the door to let them in.
The living room is even more of a mess than it usually is. Moongyu’s books, various papers, and a few takeout containers are strewn about, even covering the blankets and futon on the edge of the room. Taemins scoots away to retrieve a blood bag out of the fridge in the kitchen. He doesn’t think Jongin would do anything stupid, since he refused to drink from Kibum earlier, but he doesn’t know if Jongin’s thirst has gotten much worse since then.
When he returns, Moongyu is explaining his human-vampire anthropology work to Jongin. Taemin shoves the bag into Jongin’s hands, not caring that he’s interrupting.
“Here. Before you jump Moongyu.”
“I wouldn’t,” Jongin frowns, but he takes the bag quickly and heads to the bathroom.
“So,” Moongyu says when the bathroom door has closed. “How’d you end up being friends with someone from the Kim clan? I thought their crowd didn’t go to places like yours.”
“A friend of mine recommended me to him,” Taemin responds. “And now we’re friends, I guess. I’ve only known him for a day.”
“And yet you come in holding hands,” Moongyu muses, unwrapping the bandage on his arm and holding it out to Taemin. “Didn’t know you were that friendly, Taemin. Have you decided who’s going to top yet?”
Taemin bites down on Moongyu’s arm extra hard for that remark and takes a mouthful of blood. He doesn’t swallow it, instead heading for the bathroom door and knocking before opening it.
Jongin turns around at the disturbance, and Taemin takes Jongin’s bloodstained face between his hands and kisses him hard, letting Moongyu’s blood flow from his mouth to Jongin’s. Jongin staggers and nearly slops blood all over himself, but Taemin just pulls him back in.
“Better?” he asks when Jongin breaks for air.
Jongin nods, still gasping and reeling from the feed.
“You’ve got a little spot there,” Taemin says, pointing to the corner of Jongin’s mouth and kissing the blood away.
“Hey, I’m still hungry,” Jongin huffs.
Taemin offers his wrist with a smirk. Jongin kisses it instead.
After Jongin drinks from Moongyu, he’s too drunk to walk by himself, so Taemin carries him on his back. They go to Taemin’s place, because there’s no way Jongin could make it back to the Kim residence without raising suspicion.
Taemin dumps Jongin rather unceremoniously onto the bed, and Jongin pulls Taemin down with him. Soon they’re kissing and their hands are all over each other. There’s something addicting about the sensation of running his tongue along Jongin’s teeth and the heat of Jongin’s skin under his fingertips. It’s hard to say whether Taemin likes it more when Jongin bites into him or when he bites into Jongin. The taste of Jongin’s blood makes Taemin feel like sleep is unnecessary, that he should never drink from anyone else again.
When Jongin stumbles away back to Joonmyun’s in the dark hours of the morning, it’s the first time that Taemin has ever wanted to run after someone and plead to stay together.
Jongin meets him every few days, whenever Joonmyun lets him. They have to meet privately, where Jongin’s face won’t be recognized, and Taemin finds the inconvenience of secrecy somehow adds an extra thrill. Imagine the world finding out that Kim Joonmyun’s favorite son has relations with a member of an illegal blood den. But Taemin doesn’t care much about that. He cares about the crinkle of Jongin’s eyes when he smiles and Jongin’s bad jokes that Taemin still smiles at.
Taemin doesn’t know how to tell Jongin that he wants him to stay, so he tries to say it in his touches. An arm around his waist here, a kiss to the temple here, and a don’t go there. Taemin wants to know what he means to Jongin, but he’s afraid of asking in case it isn’t what he hopes it is, although that even Taemin isn’t sure of.
Very few vampires truly bond for life. Taemin doesn’t know how forever will work out, but he knows that now all he wants is Jongin. This might be the most human he’ll ever feel, this emotion of reckless affection.
Jongin rolls over, half awake in the dark. “Taemin? You’re awake? Are you thinking about something?”
“Nothing.” You.