five shots to hell ❖ jongdae
word count ; 3563
admin ; neb
genre ; kind of fluff, surely smut, art university au
warning ; rocker jongdae, warning : might cause heart attack like it did to me, Seulrene, people smoking, “interactive” fic (please listen to that wonderful linked song I swear you won’t regret it)
part three of nine on the collaboration project “generation sadness” by @fuckmeupexo.
( gif not mine, cr to the owner) ((let’s just imagine he has a nose ring okok))
At night you can hear Jongdae’s voice, you know he takes the singing lessons with Mr. Lee. You hear him everytime, he sometimes sings you to sleep, other times just helps you find your release.
There was something about your last photoshoot that didn’t quite fit with the vintage 70s aesthetic you had in mind, the curfew for practice time was near and you were far from realizing what that damn missing thing was. Your best friend and co-worker for the project left two hours ago and you had to rearrange the whole set in order to figure out the issue and possibly find another model able to work late at night.
You kind of liked being alone thought, and you kind of didn’t want anyone from the photography class to stay up late with you. Maybe because you didn’t want to share a space you considered your safe woman-cave, or maybe because you didn’t want to share the melodious lullaby that made you forget about your problems at 11.31, on Mondays and Fridays, to be precise.
You didn’t know who was behind that wall, subconsciously calming you down every once in a while; you could’ve just gone to the secretary and ask who occupied practice room 4, but it was exciting, to think about an invisible young lad that only sang for your pleasures. So you kept on being a sorta fan behind a plasterboard wall.
Ten minutes later you shut the door behind your back to head to the dorm and have your two usual hours of sleep before being woken up by insomnia once again, you turn around and there he is, maybe. A young man is standing outside practice room 4 looking like he’s going to leave, just like you. You look at him in awe, he’s possibly the best looking student in the whole university. He has blonde dyed hair, a silver nose ring and a cute, deep pair of purple eye bags that make him look like he hasn’t slept for years.
He wears a heavy green squared flannel over a white tee with holes in it, a pair of black leather pants and a pair of opaque black Dr.Martins. His head snaps at your side when he notices you’ve been staring for a solid minute and when you meet his mischievous eyes it seems like a hundred synapsis exploded in your brain. He’s the guy who sings in the studio late at night. He’s the one who sings Drugs and Candy with the most hushing tone, not knowing it’s your favorite song. Kim Jongdae, Mr. Lee’s Chosen student, the vocalist of our generation, all nicknames traveling around the corridors, you heard every single one of them. And now you discover he’s been your practice neighbor since the start, this explains how familiar his voice sounded. Since everyone in school knows the sound of Jongdae’s harmonious voice by heart, the reason of this being his absolute love for attention and the fact that he was the winner of every single a cappella battle in the practicing rooms. He didn’t love school concerts thought, you never saw him on the stage for those occasions.
Without thinking incoherent words stumble out of your lips.
“I appreciate your night nocturnal jam session.” At your words he gives a slight smirk and you mentally slap yourself for having no connection between your mouth and your brain, but you just needed to tell him the truth.
His smirk turns to a cheeky smile and he points his finger at his chest.
“Me?” He goes, turning his body fully and giving you all of his attention, his burning stare examining your body from head to toes.
You almost felt naked. And, inevitably, you put yourself on defense mode, like every other time you felt insecure, or judged.
“Do you see anyone else here?” You say, crossing your arms, balancing the weight on one leg and making your denim skirt crease, which Jongdae noticed and took a long glimpse at.
His smile becomes possibly even wider and he takes a step forward.
“Thank you, does it bother you?” He asks, his eyes turning from daring to puppy-like in mere seconds.
Your cold expression melts at his question. You expected him to be a head-ass with no sense of moral like most of the “boys” around but he was, somehow, different.
You sigh and your arms fall on your sides, your fingers shaking in anticipation. He managed to break your detached facade, so you were going to figure out a way not to make yourself look like a frustrated young woman.
“No, of course it doesn’t. Your voice is - you hesitate - nice to hear.” You whisper, hoping for him not to think of you as a creep.
He just chuckles. He chuckles. Then he scratches the back of his head, looking at his vintage and probably expensive watch just to look at you with wide eyes after.
“Curfew started ten minutes ago, wanna grab coffee at the cafeteria? It’s open until 1.00 a.m.” He asks again, leaving you speechless. You’ve known each other for less than ten minutes and he’s already like this.
“But it’s a quarter past midnight” You point out, making a clueless face and frowning.
He laughs and then turns halfway to the exit of the practice building.
“C’mon, coffee doesn’t have a time.” He says, starting to walk slowly. You catch up with his long steps, knowing that if you usually slept just two hours, well tonight you were not going to sleep at all.
“Plus, insomnia’s not gonna let me sleep anyway.” He whispers, maybe to himself, or maybe only to you. And just now you realize how pale his skin looks and how dark his eye bags are, under the faint light of a lamppost outside.
Once you entered in the main building, you two headed to the cafeteria where a few students were still sitting at the tables, some finishing assignments for the next morning and some just half sleeping and half studying. Jongdae turns his head to your position, looking at you with lazy eyes.
“What was your name again?” He asks, a slight smirk appearing back on his tangerine lips.
And you find yourself smirking, too.
// ( / = 1 month)
“So? Are you up?” You ask, impatient, leaning on the table as the blonde boy seated in front of you sips his dark coffee.
Since that weird, little, late night hang out you and Dae have been hanging out often, finding yourselves comfortable in each other’s company. He was a big flirt all the time, resulting in you being the clumsiest and most awkward mess. He was also very loud, and he made sure everyone knew he was around with you in the library by humming We Are The Champions and all the cheesy songs he had in his repertoire.
Were you two dating? You didn’t know. It became a habit for you to spend half of your day with Jongdae since he started taking you to the cafeteria every time you two left the practice room together. He also became a regular in your dorm during weekends. He usually stayed in all afternoon on Saturdays, ending the day with a film marathon. He was nice to hang out with, but you’d never admit to yourself you liked him.
“Why would you want me to be your model tough?” He questions, sucking on the tea spoon and tilting his head to the side.
He’s wearing a black leather jacket over a thin, black shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Not to mention his black vans. His dyed hair and his pale skin were the only contrasts in the void-colored sleepy mess that was Jongdae that morning.
You sighed at his questions, you didn’t want to admit he was terribly good looking but you needed a model for the monthly photoshoot assignment for the photography class and you were almost out of time.
You chewed on your hoodie string before fidgeting around, somehow feeling bothered by the way Jongdae was sucking on the damn tea spoon.
“You’re quite - you let out a cough - yeah you’re…decent looking, I guess. And I’m in desperate need of a model for the photoshoot.” You say before getting up and picking your bag for the day.
He scoffs. “So you finally admit I’m hot huh?” He says, getting up, taking your bag and proceeding to shush you with his finger before you could whine about being strong enough to carry the bag yourself.
You scoff right back but your cheeks inevitably become of a light shade of red when he coos and pinches your left cheek.
“Stop being a cocky brat, I need an answer by noon, see ya later.” You walk fast to reach the darkroom, mentally noting to yourself not to ask Dae anything else, ever again.
You turn the doorknob and swing the door open before a wide smile appears on your face, seeing all those artsy pictures at a time, the common musty smell of your favorite place and the dark red light diffusing all around and making the atmosphere calm, quiet.
You greet Seulgi and Taemin, both sitting in a corner and rearranging their cameras while they chatted the time away until Mr. Choi would enter the room.Seulgi stands up to wrap you in a warm hug and Taemin ruffles your hair and acts hurt when you dart out your tongue to make a angry face at him.
“Aren’t you excited for the theme reveal this morning?” Seulgi asks, sinking in her seat and carefully wiping her camera screen with a soft wet towel.
You shrug your shoulders, looking up to Taemin just to see him do the same.
“I don’t know, Mr.Choi has always chosen quite simple tasks for us, I wouldn’t worry much about it.” As soon as you finish your sentence you feel your phone buzzing in your right pocket. You take it out and chuckle as soon as you see Dae’s name on the screen.
- I’ll be the model for your photoshoot, thank me later ;) -
You scoff and put your phone back in your pocket before turning to the other two, who are glancing at your screen and smirking to themselves.
“Dae? As Kim Jongdae? Are you dating?” Taemin, or the single chatterbox aunt hidden inside of him, asks.
You look at him with a fake confused expression then you suddenly raise your eyebrows at his curiosity.
“Is “i’m gonna drag you to the cafeteria at half past midnight and every morning just because you said you like my voice” a dating concept?” You ask, slapping his unsurprisingly firm butt and turn to Seulgi.
“He’s hot though.” She says, smirking and wiggling her eyebrows. You glare at her before crossing your arms. This dialogue needs to stop or else it could get very uncomfortable to remember of.
“Are we gossiping college students or grown people?” You ask again, starting to worry about Mr.Choi’s delay. That man never arrives late, he loves his job and treats his students as Socrates treated his disciples, almost as sons and daughters.
“Y/N, you’re twenty, it’s time to bang!” Taemin’s overly excited voice fills the room and suddenly fifteen curious heads are turned in your direction.
You feel your face becoming increasingly hot and red and you reach Taemin’s mouth to shush him once and for all. After the awkward silence which lasted forty seconds or so, Mr.Choi entered the room, visibly in a hurry, with some papers in his left hand and his glasses almost falling off his nose.
“I’m sorry - he mumbles, out of breath - I had some problems with the principal - he adjusts his glasses back on the bridge of his nose - precisely about our next monthly project.” He concludes, fixing his bag under the desk and sitting on a random chair.
“Let me explain.” He breathes out. You hop on a desk, hosting Seulgi’s torso between your legs and leaning your head on her shoulder, while Taemin hops on the desk near you.
“This month’s project is about nude art.” Mr.Choi proudly decrees, chin up and joined hands.
Meanwhile everyone in the room is looking around with wide eyes, perhaps embarrassed, mostly surprised.
“I think you guys are mature enough to tackle this burning topic in modern photography.” He says, crossing his legs and giving out the most reassuring look to some students who turned pale in a matter of minutes.
On the other hand, your cheeks and ears are beyond red and Taemin begins the teasing, pinching your hips and ruffling your hair acting like a kid straight out of elementary school.
You slap his hand off your hips, simultaneously being shut up by an angry, and overly cute, Seulgi, who was anyway trying to hide her blush caused by the thought of her modeling choice : her best friend and long time crush, also known as Bae Juhyun.
After fifty minutes of research and deepening on the treated subject you leave the darkroom, slowly getting used to normal lightning again and continuously blinking away the soreness, followed by Taemin and Seulgi who were bickering about who had the best looking model.
“Okay you guys, I’m going to give Dae the big news and also, dig my own grave.” You say, dramatically shuffling to the exit door, headed to the little lawn in the smokers’ area.
Taemin takes out his packet and hands it to you, his personal cigs mooch.
“After all is just a school project, take it as you would take an essay, ergo, you have to do it because you’re gonna be graded on it.” Seulgi shrugs it off, turning around the lighter and tossing it in the air.
“Oh dear, you don’t know Kim Jongdae.” You sigh, breathing out a little white cloud.
(one week after)
“Don’t touch the camera, your job is to pose, nothing else.” You say, sounding like a mother scolding her kid, but with Jongdae everything was never enough.
He’s laying on the sofa, still dressed for goodness’s sake, watching you set the camera and the lightings for the photoshoot.
His eyes are burning holes in your back, starting to bother you a bit. You turn around to find him chewing on his bottom lip and playing with his nose ring which you absolutely adored, pretending to be spaced out.
“Why are you staring?” You ask, calmly. He switches position, sitting with his legs crossed and cupping his chin with his hands.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, his eyes finding yours. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, not knowing what to do or what to say, you just smile and quickly turn around.
The storm outside is raging, the heavy raindrops slamming on the glassy surface of the window of your room, the thunders heard once in a while, all these details give a cozy atmosphere that helps the awkwardness of the moment fade away.
“Are you done? Can I take off my clothes?” He asks, sounding quite innocent, resulting in you almost choking on your saliva and the camera almost falling off the tripod.
“Yeah, sure. I’m - I’m done.” You say, taking position behind the camera and getting ready to take the first shots.
As you lay your eyes on Dae you notice he’s taken the nude concept literally. He’s laying on his side, with his arm underneath his head and a little sly smirk completes the perfect picture. His slightly tanned skin is glowing under the heavy white light you put behind the set.
“Is that the “Draw me like one of your French girls” pose?” You ask, chuckling and trying not to look at his quite evident and in full view crotch.
“Oh, love, you’re so educated.” He playfully speaks as he ruffles his blonde hair.You start to take a frame of his collarbones, with his toned arm flexing due to the movement.
As Jongdae hears the click of the camera his head snaps to your direction and he looks at you with the most confused expression.
“Wait, did you start?” He whispers, scratching the back of his head.
You hum a short response, shooting another candidate picture for the usual project booklet.
One, his almost pouting lips, the color of sin, the honey for the bee, the constant temptation.
Two, his veiny neck, just a few inches of smooth skin dripping talent like the cherry drips her juice.
Three, his right nipple, the quite pronounced pectoral, his goose bumps.
Four, a thin, dark, hairy trail on his pelvis, conducting your thoughts to Hell, the ideal of sin.
Five, his veiny arm and hand, placed next to the soft-looking skin of his pubis, the visual figuration of desire.
After ten minutes of you not saying a single word, just heavily breathing and almost drooling over Jongdae’s perfect figure, he starts to worry you might be fallen asleep behind that lens.
And he thinks it’s cute, a little side smile appears on his lips, the soft dimple you grew affectionate of arises on his cheeks.
And you capture it, the breathtaking smile only Dae can gift you, in your opinion, the purest subject your camera can lay her lens on.
“Am I doing well?” He asks, after finding out you were still woke.
You throw a cheeky smile, looking at his soft eyes through the lens.
“Yes! Uhm - you hesitate - just…be you, you’re perfect.” You whisper, blushing uncontrollably.
You point the focus on the carpet, in order to disguise the heavy blush growing on your cheeks, the effect Jongdae has always gave you.
While you switch between focusing on the carpet and focusing on a random rubber abandoned on the floor, you feel a pair of big hands sneaking around your waist, gripping at your sides oh so gently.
Jongdae’s angelic voice comes from behind your back, making your hands shake and your breath hitch.
He nibbles your lobe, grazing the soft skin with his teeth. He grasps your shirt, giving you a quite clear signal of what he wanted, what you both wanted.And you let it out, the yearning you tried to trap inside those shots, it’s flowing out of your pores, like the sweetest nectar. And Jongdae seems to feed on that longing, biting and sucking your neck and collarbones like his life depended on them.In a minute you found yourself trapped between the couch and Dae’s naked body.
His lips gently caressing yours and at the same time, brutally devouring your lips, not worrying about your teeth clashing and tongues fighting.
You tug at his hair, and then you pull them with a little more strength.
Everything is delicate, and then raw. Calm and quiet, but violent.
Jongdae’s skilled hands deal with your clothes until you’re just a completely naked, moaning mess under the blonde guy towering over you on the couch.
Everything seems to be in a written plan in his head. His hands trailing up and down your thighs, spreading your legs and squeezing your soft flesh. How he adores the feeling of you being under his control.
He slides in you suddenly, thrusting powerfully and making you scream his name.
You scratch his back, biting on his shoulder at the uncommon yet amazing feeling of fullness.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He moans loudly, then leaving wet, sloppy kissed down your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.
He sets an uneasy, messy pace. Thrusting deeply and touching every right spot inside of you.
His hands were firm on your sides, your legs wrapped around his toned torso.
No complex actions, no teasing nor unnecessary touching. Just his member gliding in and out of your boiling core.
You felt the knot form at the bottom of your stomach, you begin to hold onto Dae’s shoulders as he moans out your name on your chest. His teeth grazing on your perked nipples, playing with them, sucking on your skin and leaving purple bite signs.
“I’m so close.” You moan out, letting yourself drown in a world made of sparkles and pleasure.
With a few powerful, last thrusts, you reach your high, screaming your blonde lover’s name at the top of your lungs.
He growls in your hear before pulling out to cum on your stomach, his arms falling to his sides. He’s now laying on you, covering your face in little kisses while you still try to catch your breath.
“Move, you’re heavy.” You manage to say, pushing his chest away from yours and rolling on the other side of the couch. He falls on the carpet and bursts into laughing.
“This is why I like you.” He says, before getting up to clean himself.
You decide to take a quick shower before going to bed, standing up to pick the towel and scoffing at Jongdae who seemed to have decided to stay for the night.
You open your room’s bathroom door, which was one of the few privates bathrooms in the building, since your parents sent a huge amount of money in order to support both you and the school.
Once you enter and set everything for the shower you peek outside, smiling at Dae who’s cooking a packet of instant noodles in the dinette.
“Hey idiot - he hums and turns around, with a piece of chicken stuck between his teeth - I like you too.” You smile, before closing the door and hopping under the water.
And you let your tiredness consume in a cloud of thick vapor.
ooh aah neb’s active again what a miracle
lmao, this is gonna be proofread tomorrow, or today, since it’s 00.30
anyway, I hope you’re enjoying this project as much as we do
lots of love !