The pounding on the door jarred Jinki out of his sleep. He had dozed off on the couch after work, Dorian, his grey cat had nestled snug and warm in the bend of his knees. The digital clock on the stereo said 1:45 am. Confused as to why someone would be practically beating down his door this late he got up and shuffled over to the door still trying to wake up. As soon as he opened it he was pulled out into the cold hallway by his relatively new next door neighbor. Any sleepiness that had been lingering after the nap was gone after the rush of wintry night air hit him and the cold concrete stung his bare feet.
Bungou Stray Dogs except Kunikida’s glasses fall onto the floor at least once an episode/chapter, usually during the most crucial moments, and he just says “Jinkies, my glasses!” and proceeds to kneel on the floor and blindly feel around for his glasses
in which jonghyun’s tattoos are finally kissed as they should be!! + kisses on his soft tummy!!!!
for the sake of proper tattoo care, this takes place in the future. tattoos are virtually an open wound so pls don’t kiss them for a while. imagine they had practiced that day for their swc in hong kong or something and are staying the night in the dorm before boarding a plane in the morning. i also have no self control and this is way longer than i intended :/
They are seated on the floor of their dorm, drinking wine from crystalline glasses Kibum spent too much money on (“You’ve got to treat yourself sometimes,” he had explained to Taemin, handing his limitless credit card to the cashier) as they watched an uninteresting drama on the television. Taemin and Minho are seated on the left side of the table, Jinki across from them. Jonghyun and Kibum are leaning against the couch, Jonghyun watching the drama while Kibum entertains himself with his phone.
Taemin, the least interested in the Straights™, is watching anime on his phone as he leans back against Minho, who is focused entirely on the bag of spicy potato chips on the table in front. Jinki pours himself his fourth glass of wine.
Jonghyun spins the sparkling juice (“Even if you’re not drinking, you’re drinking with us.”) in his glass as the drama focuses on the uninteresting subplot concerning the main character and her cousin, who bullied her when they were both children. While arguably the most invested in the drama, it’s only because the male lead has a crooked smile and broad shoulders.
Kibum pokes Jonghyun in the arm. “Can I see?”
Jonghyun turns to Kibum, brow furrowed. “See what?”
“Your tattoos!” he whines. “Last time I saw them they were gross and peeling.” Kibum pulls at Jonghyun’s sweatshirt. “Come on, Jjong, let us see them.”
“Fine,” Jjong says with a shrug, straightening from the couch to pull off his sweatshirt, revealing his bare arms and the tank top he had put on earlier before realizing it was too cold in their dorm. He throws it back onto the couch and reaches for his glass. It isn’t until the liquid touches his lips that he remembers its virgin—and that he has no excuse for the blush growing on his cheeks. There’s no reason for him to be embarrassed or nervous right now, he’s just showing his tattoos to his boyfriends, and it’s not like they hadn’t seem them before now…
Kibum wraps his fingers on Jonghyun’s right wrist and stretches out his arm. He has to adjust his position a bit, pushing himself forward so Jonghyun’s arm is behind him. “It’s alright to touch right?”
Jonghyun nods, his free hand holding his sweatpants in a tight grip. “Yeah, they’re all healed now. On the surface at least…so it’s okay.”
Jonghyun watches as Kibum pokes a curious finger directly on the dot between “NEVER” and “THE.” He runs his finger slowly across the rest of the tattoo, brushing the skin slightly.
Jonghyun yelps in surprise as Minho grabs his other wrist. “I want to see the other one,” he explains, encouraging him forward with a light tug.
Jonghyun complies, scooting toward the table as Minho readjusts his position, spreading out his right leg straight past Jonghyun and Kibum’s back and bending his other at the knee, socked foot brushing Jonghyun’s thigh. His touch is less inquisitive than Kibum’s, determined but still gentle as he swipes his thumb over the word. “Inspiration,” he whispers and Jonghyun’s blush intensifies and he draws both arms closer toward his body.
“I’m still looking,” Kibum grumbles, pulling Jonghyun’s arm out again.
“I want to see too,” Taemin chimes in, putting down his phone. Jonghyun blinks up at him, amazed that he had managed to look up from his anime at all. He rises to his feet and squats beside Minho. A moment later Jonghyun feels the soft, almost ticklish touch of Taemin’s pinky across the red line of his tattoo. Minho lifts his own finger so Taemin can trace it in its entirety.
Jonghyun only realizes Jinki has joined in on feeling out his tattoos when he feels his finger join Kibum’s on his left arm. He looks over at Jinki, who flashes him a large smile. “They’re cool, Jjong.”
“It makes me want one,” Taemin breathes. “Maybe like… a cross somewhere.”
“Or you could get One Punch Man,” Kibum says dryly, to which Taemin frowns.
Minho pushes Taemin away from him. “I”m going to check out the tattoo on the other arm.”
Jonghyun’s blush flares up again. “Why are you guys doing this to me? I’m not a doll or something.”
“But you’re our boyfriend and you did just permanently mark your skin,” Kibum replies. “We have a right to investigate.”
“Yeah, we have a right,” Minho parrots, rising to his feet stepping around Jonghyun. Kibum follows suit, Jinki scooting forward to resume Kibum’s old position while Taemin slides forward into Minho’s. There’s a moment of shuffling before all four are again prodding his skin and tracing the inked words.
“Why are you guys like this?” whines Jonghyun, voice straining. “This is so embarass—ah.”
Jinki giggles into his skin, leaning forward and kissing his tattoo gently again. “Hmm?” Jinki asks, rubbing his thumb beneath the tattoo.
Minho pushes Jinki to the side, leaning over him to press his lips to “LESS.” Jonghyun holds back a gasp, the area sensitive and the feel of both of their lips sudden.
He really shouldn’t be shocked when lips press to “INSPIRATION,” but he still inhales sharply. Taemin, who has dropped to his stomach, pulls back to giggle before kissing his tattoo at the far left, then again a little to the right, and again and again as he traces his way over the tattoo’s entirety. Jinki and Minho, too, are peppering his skin with their soft lips, gently kissing his inked skin.
Kibum, who cannot join Taemin in kissing the INSPIRATION tattoo due to its odd placement, looks up at Jonghyun, who is so red one would think all the blood in his body has pooled in his cheeks. “Are you thinking of getting tattoos anywhere else, Jonghyun?”
“Um, probably… I think I might get another little one on my wrist but I’m not sure,” he answers, if only to distract himself from the feel of his boyfriends’ lips on his skin.
Before Jonghyun even finishes, Kibum shifts downward so he is on his knees right where Jonghyun’s hand is resting against his thigh. Closing his eyes, Kibum leans forward and breathes softly against the inside of his wrist once, twice, and then presses his lips gingerly against the sensitive skin.
“K-Kibum, what are you doing?”
“Getting it ready,” he replies simply, eyes still closed. His breath ghosts teasingly over Jonghyun’s wrist as he speaks. “Tattoos aren’t great for your skin, so I’m kissing it better preemptively.”
Speechless and embarrassed beyond belief, Jonghyun watches as Minho, too, pulls back from his tattoo and begins to kiss his opposite wrist. “M-Min…”
Raising to a seated position, Taemin drags his finger along the INSPIRATION tattoo, but his breath flutters warmly against the base of his neck. “I think you should get one here, too,” he mutters before pressing his lips against the skin there.
Both Kibum and Minho are now making their way up Jonghyun’s arm, pausing briefly at the inside of his elbow because of how sensitive Jonghyun is there.
“What about here?” Jinki asks teasingly, lifting up Jonghyun’s shirt and kissing his tummy right beside his belly button.
Jjong gasps in surprise. “S-stop, I’m ticklish!”
“That’d be cute,” Kibum says, sliding beneath Jonghyun’s arm and kissing his stomach. “What about flowers right here? Going around your belly button…”
“Cute,” giggles Minho, pulling away from his tattoo and kissing his shoulder. “You could get something here, too.”
Taemin’s lips, climbing up his neck, pause beneath his ear. “Something little here… A bow, maybe?”
“Y-you guys…” Jonghyun whines.
Minho slides his hand beneath Jonghyun’s chin, turning his head so they are facing one another. “You’re really cute.” He leans forward and pecks Jonghyun’s lips.
When Minho pulls away, Jonghyun breathes. “I’m not going to tattoo my lips.”
“Oh?” Minho breathes, one hand traveling toward the hem of Jonghyun’s shirt and lifting it upward. “What about here, then?” he mutters, leaning his head downward to join Kibum and Jinki in kissing his shot tummy. Taemin, too, clambers over Kibum to press his lips right over his belly button.
“M-maybe…” Jonghyun mutters, finally giving into the warmth that lingers on his skin with each loving kiss.
Combeferre is such a sarcastic little shit though, seriously.
You can just imagine his glasses falling off one day and Courfeyrac is just like “Omfg can you see anything?!” so Ferre just drops to the floor and fumbles around, purposely missing them as he goes “Jinkies! Where are my glasses???”
And Grantaire is just pissing himself with laughter in the background and he and Ferre just bond over their sardonic asshole-ish tendencies.
it’s a selfie ik but i mean look at him !!!! ;w; i bet it’s everyone’s favorite and if you said no , you are lying
how do i even talk about this ??????? no words can describe this i swear to god
wet jinki . that’s it . wet fucking jinki , no need to explain more ( thanks to the person who took this picture, i love you )
idk why but i really like this picture . it feels unreal for some reasons i’m not even sure of
idk from where this pic but i’d like to thank the person who took it because it’s just *tears *
every time jinki wears a suit he looks like he came out of a magazine and this pic says it all
i wanna snuggle with him so much in this pic T_T he looks so huggable and it hurts
THIS IS A SIN ! like thank you so fucking much for taking such a pic ????????? i don’t even know how to begin tbh ! is it the outfits ? is it the drink he is holding ? is it the walk ? is it the fucking hair ? is it the whole fucking thing ????????????
look at this fluffy person :W:
this pic gives me so much happiness you cant even imagine
black and white jinki is everything and this is one of them
of course , damn of course ugh . the best thing ever happened in life
i love this pic so much ,am i the only one ??????? he’s so cute and idk just perfect
of course this one because it summarize onew lol
jinki in glasses is something we need a lot in life and the best part is , he fucking knows
*ugly sobbing * he’s just so cute and so squishy
this looks like it’s from magazine T_T why are you so perfect ?
another black and white edit that killed me into 10000000000 pieces T_T
because jinki in shorts and the fact that he looks badass in here .
don’t except me to mention only 9 out of millions pic of my bias lol you are lucky they are only 19