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taemin’s pulse steadies, just a little bit, when he slips into the quiet bathroom of this dingy outland bar. it's relaxing to get away from the dark eyes of all of the patrons. he's on a super cool and badass adventure through the outlands, deserts and junkyards and once abandoned cities now repopulated with other cool badass adventuring types. the bar he's in is full of mostly demons, giants, werewolves, big rough-and-tumble folks that tower over him and could easily snap him in half.
not that he's scared; mostly he's just horny. and having all of their eyes on him as he walked through the bar made him even worse, made his breath catch and heat creep up into his veins. he leans on the bathroom sink, looking at himself in the mirror and pushing his sweaty black hair out of his face.
before he can do much else, heavy footsteps enter the bathroom behind him, thudding and slow, clicks of talons sharp on the tiles. refocusing his eyes in the mirror, he finds one of the demons from the bar approaching him. big, tall enough that taemin’s head would barely reach his nice beefy bicep, made all out of bulging muscles that show through his ripped leather and metal plate armor, dark purplish skin with light green ridges and spikes and horns all along his sides, sharp fangs bared in a grin as he comes to a stop behind taemin.
if taemin didn't already have a boner just from walking through the bar, he would have definitely popped one right then and there. as it is, the boner he already has twitches hard in his pants as he locks eyes with the demon in the mirror. he can feel the heat coming off of him, through his rough jeans, from his entire body, the demon practically radiating lust and dominance.
is that a thing that demons around here can do? radiate off their emotions so other people can feel them? taemin's hands shake on the sink as he contemplates this, and then they leave the sink because the demon raises one of his own huge hands and grabs him around the middle.
he pushes taemin forward, so his hands slap against the well behind the sink and he's fully bent over it, bent so easily to the will of this demon that pushes his legs apart and pulls his head back by his hair, arranging him into position like a doll. taemin's whole body shakes as the demon hooks its claws in the back of his jeans. his pulse pumps like fire through his veins as the demon rips through the denim, leaving him fully exposed. his cock leeks precum on to the dirty tile floor; the demon’s cock appears, hot, hard, heavy, huge against his hole.
"can't believe i found a fresh new fleshlight just lying around in here," the demon muses, voice deep and rough in the demon way, low and smooth in the sex way, rumbling and warm in the safe way.
"yeah," is all taemin can say, breathless, the single word halfway caught in his throat. he can feel the demons cock oozing hot, thick precum as well, slicking up his ass, sliding down his balls, his shaft, to drip down to the floor and mix with his own in the ever growing puddle. he wants it, now, forever, needs it, is just about to start begging for it when the demon starts pushing in.
taemin doesn't even care about trying to stop or muffle the noises that he makes, the grunts, the pants, the curses, the whimpers as the demons fat cock head spreads his asshole open, stretches him out. he's being loud enough for the rest of the bar to hear him, but that's honestly what he wants.
the demon keeps going, keeps pushing his cock all the way in, deeper, taemin braces himself hard against the wall, deeper, he lifts to his toes to stay up, deeper, his feet leave the floor, his body held up only by the strong hand gripping his waist, deeper. so much deeper. he can feel the demons cock, thick and wide, in his ass, in his stomach, in his chest, he swears he can feel it in his throat before he feels his balls press hot and solid against his skin, heavy and full of cum.
he wants it, wants more, wants the demon to move, to fuck him raw, fuck him open, fill him up and then leave him there on the floor, cum drooling from his ass, to be found and used by the next person, to be taken out and passed around by everyone in the bar. and he begs for it, for just that, the words leaving his mouth in a slurred mess. and the demon gives it to him, pulling almost all the way out of his ass so the ridge of his cock head pulls taemin's rim before slamming back in and–
"uh, give me a minute," is the response that jinki gets when he knocks on the hallway bathroom door. taemin's voice. he readjusts the basket in his arms as he steps back to lean against the opposite wall.
"take your time, it's just laundry," he calls back. fluffy towels can wait for taemin to finish. he leans his head back against the wall and stares at the ceiling as he waits, listening with growing curiosity to the noises on the other side of the door. there’s no toilet flush, but there is a lot of shuffling, rustling clothes, a sound like something being wiped down? and then the sink running for like almost a full minute.
when the door opens and taemin steps back to let him in, his hair is a little messy, his pupils a little wide, his lips a little swollen, his skin a little sweaty. jinki raises his eyebrows at him, incredibly intrigued. then he catches sight of something purple and neon green on the sink behind taemin and snorts. it's jonghyun's biggest dildo, slapped onto the tile countertop and standing tall and proud, drips of water still trickling down to the base.
"did you have fun?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at taemin as he opens up their towel cabinet. taemin doesn't flush, but he does look down, blinking five times a second in his embarrassment.
"yeah," he says, looking up with a lazy grin nonetheless. he sneaks a hand over to take a towel out of jinki's basket and toss it on the closed toilet seat; jinki agrees. he could probably use a shower right about now. "was thinking about you," taemin adds, crossing his arms and wiggling his eyebrows and giving jinki a little smirk. jinki chuckles quietly under his breath and shakes his head as he finishes putting away the laundry.
"that one's a little big, even for me," he says, flicking his eyes over to the dildo and then back to taemin. "but i'm flattered," he adds as he takes his laundry basket and backs out of the bathroom.
~
taemin's eyes fuzz a little as he continues to focus on the computer screen. his fingers tap away on the keyboard, click at the mouse every so often, doing important businessman business work for his business job as this business company. quiet office noises fill the room, each individual business person doing business stuff in their own individual cubicles. it's hot and stuffy in this cramped little space. he's sweaty, tired, drifting in and out of focus.
he would probably be able to work better without the group of ghosts hovering around him and fucking him, but he knows what his priorities are.
they surround him, fill up his cubicle, six or seven, he hasn't bothered to count how many followed him out of his apartment this morning. he can't see them, but he can feel them, their hands on his body through his suit, on his thighs, holding his ass open, stroking his cock, running up and down his chest and his back, pushing their fingers through his hair, pulling on it. he can feel the dicks against his face, rubbing his lips, slapping his cheeks, heavy balls resting over his nose as one of them jerks off right up against him, their knuckles brushing his forehead.
he can feel the cock in his ass, two of them, the ghosts phased through his chair and his body to make it supremely easy to tag team him like this, their positions perfect, perfect to fill him up, to fuck him hard and relentless, one of them rubbing perfectly against his prostate with each sloppy thrust. another sucks his own cock, hard in his slacks, trapped by the fabric, but it's no obstacle for them, for their sloppy, hot, wet mouth to suck him all the way down, fingers rubbing at his balls, slipping further to play with his rim as the other two pound him.
he can feel all of this, but not exactly physically; it's more the energy, the raw emotion, the intent behind it all that he feels. if he was back at home, where their power is strongest, where he first met all of them, he would be able to feel them physically. at home, he practically belongs to them. they hold him with physical force, they pull his clothes off and push him into whatever position they want, their cocks actually spread his ass open and fill him up.
here, at work, they're too far away from the source of their power to do all of that. but they're getting stronger. they've been getting stronger for almost a year. at the very beginning, when he first moved into his apartment, all would feel was soft, lingering touches on his skin, all he would hear were their quiet whispers, filth hissed directly into his ears as he laid in bed and jerked his cock himself. they've told him that with every orgasm he has, every build-up and burst of energy and life that he gives them, they grow stronger, and one day, if he helps them enough, they'll be able to regain their corporeal form and walk free and alive again.
which, if he thinks about it, it sounds a lot less like ghost stuff and a lot more like cursed evil spirit stuff, or demon stuff, or at least fae stuff. but he doesn't think about it too much.
he can't, not when they fuck him so often, so thoroughly, so blissfully wonderful that all he ever wants and needs is them, their touch, their presence, their energy, their cum. ever since he moved into his new place and discovered all of them, he's all but devoted his life to them, to pleasing and aiding them. and every day, several times a day, they reward him in the best way possible.
he can feel it coming up now, building up inside of him after being fucked and pleasured and felt up for so long. it's been almost two hours of this since he first showed up to work and sat down in his cubicle–his stamina and endurance has improved majorly over the past year–but finally he can feel an orgasm coiling tight and flaming hot in the pit of his stomach.
they can feel it too. he knows. as he sits in his rolling chair and types at his computer and listens to the professional bustling from the rest of the floor, he feels the energy in his cubicle charge up, heavy, intense, almost electrifying. the spirits fuck him harder, thick cocks forcing their way deeper inside of him, spreading him open further, touching all of his nerves and making his pulse pound in his brain.
the mouth on his cock speeds up, another one appears under him to lap and kiss and suck on his balls. hands run all over his body, through his hair, over his face, cup his chin. he feels the hand squeeze his cheeks, feels the cock tap impatiently on his bottom lip. he knows what they want, he knows what he wants. he opens his mouth, closes his eyes, fakes a yawn, and accepts their cum on his tongue, filling his mouth, sliding down his throat–
minho doesn't know why, after hearing suspicious slick slapping noises coming from taemin bedroom, he didn't expect to find what he's found when he opened the door. he doesn't know why he’s surprised when he walks in on taemin sitting at his desk in front of his laptop, a word document open but his eyes closed, his mouth open, one hand in his hair in the other hand jerking himself off as his little squirts of jizz land on his nice white button-up shirt. he doesn't know why he didn't feel the need to knock, and he doesn't know why he decided that he just really super right now immediately needed to go find taemin and ask for his beanie back.
he doesn't know the answer to any of these questions that go through his mind as taemin's eyes open blearily and blink him into focus. but he does know that he's here, looking at taemin looking at him, and that taemin's eyes are so dark, wet, his chest heaving up and down with his breathing, and minho feels his own cheeks flushing darker and darker by the second.
"do you," taemin says, and takes a moment to swallow thicklly. "did you want something, babe?" he asks.
"um," minho says. um. fuck. "can i get... do you have... beanie? mine? that you borrowed? yesterday?" fuck. he's so flustered. at least taemin looks a little embarrassed too. not ashamed, but just a little sheepish, almost nervous as his breathing evens out and he seems to come back to himself. he glances at his laptop and reaches over with his free hand to close it, biting his lip and looking away.
"on my dresser," he says, nodding over there as he plucks out some tissues and starts wiping his hands. minho looks over immediately, taking any chance to not have to look at those dark, lidded eyes, those swollen bitten lips. he walks to the dresser and grabs the beanie, holding it in his hands, feeling the soft texture. in a super weak attempt to be super casual and non-judgmental about this, he gives taemin an extended moment of privacy.
then, hoping with his whole heart that taemin took that time to at least put his dick away, he turns back around with a half nervous, half genuinely curious little smile. taking a breath, he asks, as gently teasing as possible, "what were you thinking about, huh?"
"oh, um," taemin says. his own nervous smile tugs up the corners of his lips. he glances to his laptop and back, and then back and forth again, before he says, “you." and then he winks, and does a little finger pistol, and minho is suddenly flustered and blushing again. fuck.
~
taemin knew. he knew, in the very pit of his soul, that it would be a good idea to try one more galaxy. one more endless journey through the stars to find one more world that would be perfect. he knew, and he's very very very happy that he did because now, in this world, ever since he landed his spaceship, he's been in pure bliss.
it's just fruit. it's just all fruit. a whole world where everything organic is made out of fruit. sentient fruit. fruit animals, fruit people of every shape and size, plants made out of fruit that grow more fruit. coconut houses, banana boats, pomegranate cars. fresh chocolate milk from cocoa cows. everything is bright and colorful and smells so good. everything tastes incredible, because all of these fruits eat other fruits; the non-sentient fruits that they grow themselves in their big fields and farms. somehow. taemin hasn't exactly worked out the logistics of everything.
partly because this is a new planet with new rules about physics and biology and everything, and mostly because he's just been too busy fucking. because apparently, since he's the freak alien that just showed up on this planet one day with no explanation, their scientists took him in and did some experiments on him and discovered that his sperm is like, the absolute best and most nutrient filled miracle fertilizer on the entire planet. so now he's basically a celebrity and all of these fruit people are falling over themselves to get him to nut for them.
which is completely logical and scientifically accurate and realistic and makes perfect sense in every way.
obviously.
currently, he's sitting on a nice coconut shell bench with an impressively humanoid shaped strawberry babe sitting in his lap and holding his face to kiss gently. he doesn't think he's met anyone else on this planet yet that's more human shaped than them. they must be one in a million. and he told them that just because he was excited by the coincidence, but they got all giggly and blushy and flattered about it, which is cool, too, he guesses. either way, he's in love with kissing then.
their soft strawberry skin, the little tiny bumps of their seeds, their thick, intoxicating scent. he slides his hand down their body, cupping a perfectly boob shaped lump and squeezing gently, his other hand slipping down to touch their strawberry booty. this is. so good.
they slide their strawberry hand down his shirt and tug gently at the hem of his pants, their soft, light touches making his skin shiver. he's already hard, and when they slip their hand into his parents and gently circle it around his cock, stroking him slowly, he swears he gets even harder. the texture of their seeds on his skin is enough to make him melt.
he doesn't know how they all picked up on how human dick sex works so fast, but he's not complaining. not when they pull away when he tries to slip his tongue into their mouth to taste. they just kiss his tongue instead, a little cute smooch, as they stand up and pull him to his feet with them.
they don't speak; they don't have fruit vocal cords to speak with, but he's been picking up on their fruit sign language more and more lately and a smile still means the same thing here as it did on earth. he follows them as they take him around the back of their house and show him why they asked him to come over.
there, in the center of their garden, is a strawberry patch, vibrant green and pink and red covering the ground, and in the very center of that, one giant round juicy strawberry.
like, humongous. it dwarfs the regular strawberries around it. it dwarfs him–it's over double his height and when he approaches it and gently extends his arms to give it a nice hug, they don't even start to curve around it. the cute strawberry babe pets his shoulder pleasantly and gestures to their giant strawberry, inviting him to just go at it.
the first time someone asked him to fuck one of their giant fruits he was a little hesitant, understandably; what if he left and the fruit started rotting from the hole that he made out? but he's since learned that here, these giant fruits can heal incredibly quickly. especially from the extra nutrients and fertilizer that they get from his sperm.
it really is neat how things like that make sense and don't need to be questioned at all because that's just how things work. clearly.
so he just goes at it, pulling his cock from his pants and first just rubbing the head against the side of the strawberry, resting his cheek on it and savoring the feeling, the sensation, of the soft skin, the smooth seeds, the little fuzzy hairs. he grinds against it slowly as he feels it up with his hand instead, finding a perfect spot to go in.
he pushes two fingers in first, breaking through the skin, feelings the juices gush over his hand. it's cool and soft and wet and he shivers, eager to have that around his cock. he fingers the strawberry open gently, slowly, squishing out a hole for his cock to fit in, a hole for his cock to push and stretch open even wider. when it feels good enough, he takes his fingers out and brings them to his mouth.
it's so sweet, fresh and tangy and delicious, that he sucks hard on his fingers as a shiver runs through his whole body. instead of losing that taste for even a second, he uses his other hand to stroke his cock and position it at the hole. he pushes into the strawberry, nice and soft and tight, the way it hugs his cock, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. it's perfect, perfect perfect perfect, and he starts fucking into it right away, resting his forehead on it and holding it tight with his other hand.
strawberry juices gush out around his cock, mixed with his precum and drip down to his balls. everywhere that the juice touches feels tingly, tingly and sensitive, especially the head of his cock. it's so good, the intoxicating smell filling his nostrils and hazing through his entire brain, the overwhelming taste as he loses control a little bit and bites into the soft flesh in front of his face, the pulse pounding through his entire body but hardest through his cock, it's the most gorgeous feeling in the world and–
jonghyun spots his wallet on the kitchen table immediately as he jogs back into the house, his friends waiting in the car outside. what he spots after is taemin, standing with his back to the refrigerator and his eyes closed. what he spots third is the fact that taemin’s hand is down his pants and very much jerking himself off.
jonghyun stops, just looking at him, taking in his surroundings. he's been home alone for all of ten minutes since jonghyun first left with his friends, and from the looks of things, it seems that all he's done in that time is make himself a smoothie and start jerking off.
a strawberry smoothie, jonghyun infers from the absolute blast of strawberry scent that reaches his nostrils a moment later. triple strawberry, he corrects himself, glancing at the mess on the kitchen counter next to the blender. open carton of strawberries, empty bottle of strawberry milk, empty little thing of strawberry yogurt. jonghyun looks from all of that and back to taemin, hand down his pants, teeth dug into his bottom lip, still oblivious to jonghyun’s presence, and shakes his head; he thinks for a moment about letting taemin be, and then decides that he's feeling more curious than polite. first he grabs taemin’s smoothie for himself and takes a sip, and then he stands right in front of him.
“hey,” he says, poking taemin’s tummy through his shirt.
“wuh,” taemin says loudly, a garbled little noise as his eyes snap open and his hand snaps out of his pants. then, as jonghyun keeps poking his tummy and taemin blinks him into focus, pink starts to creep into taemin’s cheeks. jonghyun smiles broadly around his smoothie straw.
"when you're home alone," he asks, "do you often just jerk off in the middle of the kitchen like a gremlin?" he drinks more of taemin's smoothie as taemin looks away guiltily.
“i've only done it once or twice," he mumbles. jonghyun licks his lips to stifle a laugh.
"mmhmm," he hums. "what were you thinking about?" he asks. he cannot fathom what between making a smoothie and just standing here doing nothing could have gotten taemin into the mood. taemin blushes even harder, if possible, and licks his lips. his eyes dart to the smoothie in jonghyun's hand and he takes it to avoid looking at jonghyun's smirk directly.
then his eyes dart to jonghyun's lips, and suddenly he's cupping jonghyun's face and leaning in to gently press their mouths together. he slips his tongue into jonghyun's mouth easily, slowly, and kisses him until jonghyun is almost breathless, up on his tippy-toes and hands fisted in taemin's shirt collar. then he pulls away with a soft smile, free hand playing with a lock of jonghyun's cherry blossom pink hair.
"you," he says. "my favorite little strawberry," he adds warmly, and this time it's jonghyun's turn to blush. he hides his eyes behind his hands and backs away, absolutely overwhelmed and charmed and flattered out of any other emotion.
"gosh," he whispers. "i gotta go. my friends are waiting," he says. he escapes out of the kitchen and away from taemin, but the butterflies in his stomach follow him all the way out to the car.
~
taemin is very content and relaxed. he's just chilling, just chilling on the grassy bank of a quiet lake. he's nestled very comfortably in a patch of soft, springy grass, the dirt moist and warm underneath him, the sun humid and warm above him. he's on his back, hands behind his head, eyes closed against the sky. this is a nice place but it's super bright. he was napping a little bit ago and he kind of wants to fall back asleep now.
in front of him, the lake laps quietly against the shore, rustling through the grass with little ripples and tiny splashing noises. it's a large lake, large and a little murky and with seaweed and algae and other plants cropping up out of the water in random places. he likes it. it's a beautiful sight to look at. and so still, so quiet, so serene.
except, as he lies there and listens to it some of the splashing noises get louder. soon there's a rushing noise, a small but still audible roar of swirling water, and then the largest splash yet. curious, taemin opens his eyes and pushes himself up on his hands. sitting up, squinting through the bright light, he sees a shape emerging from the surface of the lake.
that's the best way to describe it; a shape. an amorphous mass, large and shifting, made of–or covered in?–algae and moss and lake muck. it slorps its way up to the bank of the lake slowly, making slick squishing and sucking noises. it slorps its way towards taemin.
taemin watches it, fingernails digging into the moist earth, breath catching in his throat, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, cock hard in his pants. that is. the sexiest amorphous lurching lake monster that he's ever seen. he watches it clamber up onto the grassy bank and start to roll towards him hungrily.
it's bigger than him, long and wide enough to cover him completely, which is what it looks like it wants to do. as it approaches, taemin spreads his legs open over the grass.
it touches his left shoe first, slimy, wet, and heavy as it slaps against his laces. it seems to suction to him, slurping over his foot and up his pant leg as the rest of it reaches his other shoe and starts the same journey up his other leg. taemin's breaths shudder from his lungs as he watches it creep slowly over his body, its weight a dense pressure that has his skin tingling in the best kind of way.
as it crawls up to his thighs, he feels a strange bubbling sensation around his feet and lower legs for a minute before he feels what must be the wet, moist, warm substance of the creature. he realizes that whatever it's made of, whatever slime its secreting, must have been able to dissolve his clothes but leave his skin unharmed. his fingers press so deep into the earth that he's sure he'll have dirt underneath his nails forever.
he lets it crawl all the way over him, over his thighs, his hips, lying down so it can encroach over his stomach. as it goes further, as his pants dissolve all the way, he grunts through his teeth as he feels it morph around and engulf his hard cock. he rolls his hips up, sucking in deep, thick breaths, his body reacting automatically and wanting to fuck, fuck up into this soft moist slurping mass. when he does so, it wraps around his body, underneath him, squeezing and slipping over his ass and between his cheeks as well. his whole body shudders as it continues its way upward.
and only continues its way upwards; it doesn't do anything else, doesn't interact with any part of his body in any other way. all it does is creep slowly upward, trying to get its warm, slurping substance to touch every single inch of his body. and taemin appreciates that, he really does, he loves it, he craves it, but he also wants more. he wants it inside of him, stretching him open, feeling him up. he wants it to suck tighter around his cock, to squeeze just under the ridge of his cockhead, to push down into his cockhole, he wants to feel the algae and seaweed and mud and creature slipping around and massaging his balls.
all of this he wants, but none of it he gets, and he's so close, so close to begging for it, when it reaches his hands.
and it doesn't just cover them; it holds them. it tangles its reeds and roots and seaweed with his fingers and squeezes them. comfortingly, reassuringly, lovingly. and it's that that keeps him from whining, that keeps him patient as it continues its way all the way up his body. he lets it cover his chest, suction on to his nipples, tickle his neck as it creeps up, up, up, all the way over his chin, his mouth, his nose, his eyes, until it's wrapped all the way around his head, covering him completely.
covering him, but not smothering him–it leaves him room to breathe, to inhale deeply its thick, musky, sharp scent. it's moist in here, moist and humid and warm, and nicely dark. it's protecting him from the brightness of the sun as it caresses his entire body, holding him, massaging him, loving him. he squeezes his hands gently, thanking it, and then gasps a heavy, tight breath of air as it starts to play with him.
it's slow–it teases him, but everywhere at once. squeezing his cock slowly up and down, tracing his veins, suctioning and un suctioning all over his sensitive head and balls and perineum in a way that almost feels like light, tiny kisses, it sets his nerves on fire. it probes gently at his asshole, teasing his rim, pushing in just slightly before pulling back out and rubbing up his crease, massaging his cheeks, before dipping back in to tease again.
all over his skin, it rubs and caresses him, so many different textures all at once pressing on all of his most sensitive areas that it seems to know so well just by instinct. it's slow, the way it plays with him, but effective; it feels like it's been hours, but every breath in is a gasp, every breath out is a shiver, every pulse of his heartbeat is a pulse throughout his entire body. soon the pleasure in his cock is so much and so heavy and so built up that it's almost overwhelming, it almost makes him pass out before he's even–
the first thing that kibum notices when he opens the door to his bedroom is the overwhelming smell of cum. he hesitates, frowning, looking around in the darkness. what the fuck. eventually, when he turns on the light and hears a disgruntled little grumble from the bed, he looks closer and finds taemin's head emerging from several layers of blankets on the bottom bunk.
"too bright," he complains. kibum rolls his eyes.
"you're still in here?" he asks. "it's been like three hours." like three hours since both of them woke up in here and kibum left to go start his day. three hours since taemin has apparently just stayed in bed, cocooning himself in blankets–kibum's blankets–and jerking off. endlessly, from the smell of it. taemin scrunches his face at him. kibum can barely see him shifting his legs around under the mountain of blankies.
"i'm an adult and if i want to nut seven times before i get out of bed in the morning i'm allowed to do that," he snoots.
"that's just called depression," kibum says bluntly. that's what it is and they both know it. taemin scrunches even more, sinking an inch or two back into the blankets.
"maybe so," he says. rolling his eyes again, kibum advances further into the room to do what he came to do. he walks to the bed and lifts his hands to rifle through all of the clothes he has thrown up in the top bunk, looking for his striped sweater. he ignores the little gremlin paw that taemin sneaks out of the blankets to squish his leg.
"what were you even jerking off to for three whole hours in here?" he asks conversationally. taemin sucks his hand back under the blankets and rubs his cheek against the pillow.
"you," he says quietly. kibum snorts loudly. him.
"so, the lake monster,” he says. he takes taemin's blushing silence as a yes and shakes his head. pulling his sweater out from under everything else and pulling it over his head, he chides, "you know that the other three actually believe you when you tell them that."
"wish you would," taemin mutters. grinning, kibum reaches down and pets his head.
"you better wash my sheets when you finally do get up," he says before he leaves, closing the door on taemin's shame.
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