AU: Cocoon. It’s pretty stand-alone, though.
Pairings/OT3: Jongyu, Jongtae, Ontae, Onjongtae
Rating: R ???? For language and innuendo and fairly non-explicit discussion of kinks.
Word count: 2800~
Content warnings: Mentions of food, mentions of various kinks. ETA: also there’s a short mention of someone choking on and coughing up a bite of food. It’s not vomiting exactly, but…vomit-adjacent I guess.
Additional notes: This was heavily inspired by a conversation that @sluthyun and I had a couple months back about Jinki telling Jonghyun about his kinks. I forgot about this fic in my WIPs folder and then found it again yesterday and finished it up. Also, the chronology of this installment isn’t super crucial, but I imagine it happening shortly after “Cozy.”
The thing about string cheese, Taemin thought, was that he was never quite sure if he liked it or not. It was certainly fascinating, and it was deeply satisfying to eat from a tactile and visual perspective, as he peeled away strands from each side of the slim length of cheese. But did he like it? He put one strand into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. He honestly had no idea.
Jonghyun was saying something to Jinki, in that soft, low voice that he used when he was saying something especially vulnerable and earnest. Which, granted, was a very frequent occurrence but Taemin felt he should probably listen. He lay sprawled on the carpet for a few moments longer, chewing the cheese and letting the soft notes of his boyfriend’s voice wash over him, not bothering to pick the stream of sounds apart into words, and then Jonghyun’s tone sharpened ever so slightly, and Taemin realized that he was saying Taemin’s name, and likely had been for some time.
Taemin tried to respond, realized too late that he was still chewing, and promptly choked. He sat up in a panic, coughing wildly until a wet clump of cheese flew back out of his throat, bypassed his waiting palm, and landed on the carpet.
He picked it up and popped it back into his mouth, and smiled genially at Jonghyun, who was staring down at him from his spot on the sofa with his forehead furrowed and his mouth slightly open. Worry? Confusion?
“You just ate it off the floor?” Jonghyun said, his voice crescendoing just the slightest bit. Ah. Disgust.