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Why is he being like this??

Jongin's being annoying. Which happens, sometimes, when his hormones are playing up. But this is so much.

The nerve of him, volunteering both them to be on this ridiculous annoying show. They’re both too senior to be doing silly challenges and humiliating competitions like they’re little idol puppies again. They're past all this nonsense. They've got senior idol things to be doing. But, no, Jongin went in to a meeting with management, all charm and smiles, and insisted it would be *good publicity* for his stupid comeback. And they agreed with him.

“Taem, it’ll be fun ~”

Fun. Taemin is fine with fun, actually, he is all in favour of fun, but Taemin’s idea of fun doesn’t include being wet and dirty in the woods while being followed around by cameras and little idol puppies. It definitely doesn't involve having Jongin going all-in as Alpha Kai, alternating between teasing Taemin and finding excuses to flex and preen and take his clothes off so that all the sleek pretty young things can coo over his Alpha Kai comeback muscles. And then smirking.

Taemin’s idea of fun definitely doesn’t involve having his goddamned conniving bastard hyungs here as MCs, bossing him around and cracking jokes at his expense. Minho and Key, Key and Minho, the evil devious pair of them, they're absolutely 100% in on Jongin’s scheme to torment Taemin, and it's escalating. If it wasn't obvious enough earlier, now Jongin is flirting disgracefully with Minho and Minho is encouraging it, pandering to every rumour about his Thing For Other Alphas, and the whole time Kibum is laughing delightedly like it's the best television ever. The bastards. Taemin is going to bite all of them.

Taemin’s annoyed. He’s unfocused. He’s lost some stupid game because he’s so annoyed and unfocused. And now suddenly Jongin’s behind him, grabbing him, picking him up, giggling at his fury, right into the camera.

“Taemin is so cute when he’s mad!”

Taemin deserves a medal and a Blue Dragon award, because he manages to not claw strips off Jongin's face. Somehow, he manages pout and huff his way through to a break in filming. Then he strikes. Grabs that stupid infuriating bastard jackass of an alpha, drags him somewhere off into the bushes that’s at least semi-private to yell at him, because he’s got a whole speech cued up, he’s been running it through his head this entire wretched day.

But the second his hand closes on Jongin’s wrist, Taemin realises he’s an idiot and he's doing this wrong.

So, once they're both safely hidden in the bushes, he slaps him instead.

It's not even that hard, but it's devastatingly effective. That blush. That smile. That flash of teeth. For fuck's sake. The whole sordid horny plot is so pathetically transparent it makes him even more annoyed, particularly because it's working. And Taemin doesn't have time to be annoyed, because Taemin now has very urgent problems to solve, like how how to get Jongin out of here and away from the rest of these clowns, right now. Because Taemin has things to be doing.

And, because the universe hates him, this is all going to have to start with out-manoeuvring Kibum and Minho, who have followed them, those pricks.

“Are you two going rogue out here?” Kibum sounds tired, as if he hasn’t been enabling this since the start. Taemin is thinking of something scathing and witty to hiss when Jongin opens his big annoying mouth.

“Are we in trouble?”

Jongin is draped on Taemin's shoulder, like he has any right to be there. Taemin angrily shrugs him off, which is a stupid move because it means he can then see Jongin fluttering his eyelashes at Minho. He actually literally winks at him, like Taemin isn't about to eviscerate him if this goes on for one more second.

Kibum rolls his eyes.

“Just play nice for the rest of the afternoon, will you? Don’t scare the puppies.”

-

Taemin has never done anything in his career in which he takes more professional pride than the fact he makes it to wrap without biting a single person.

-

Done, done, thank God they're done with day one, everyone's drunk too much at dinner and Taemin still hasn't bitten anyone. Kibum even has the decency to look faintly embarrassed as he dumps them at their accommodation, some stupid cute little cabin, abandoning Jongin to his fate while mumbling something about senior idol privileges. How nice of him. How nice for them. Whatever. This place could be luxurious or it could be a hovel and Taemin is unable to care or even notice, because all that matters is that, fucking finally, this is a room with walls and a door and nobody else in it except Jongin.

And then, after all of this, because he apparently wants to die, Jongin goes and decides it’s a good idea to suddenly try to play Mr Big Strong Dominant Alpha and pin Taemin against the wall.

Fuck. That.

This time the slap is hard enough to make Jongin gasp, and stumble back a pace or two.

“Down.” It’s a snarl, and it hits harder than the slap. Jongin flinches. And then he drops. He visibly, physically drops: arms hanging loose, head rolling forward, gorgeous long wavy hair failing to hide the blaze of colour in his cheeks. Which is the way he's supposed to be. Taemin's good boy. But Taemin’s not going to tell him he’s good, because he isn’t.

“So bad. All day.”

A little whine. Jongin's shyly trying to sneak closer, like he can make up for this by being cute now.

“No.”

Jongin's frozen. He’s trembling, just a little bit. Taemin’s going to make him tremble a whole lot more. He can feel his lip curling away from his teeth from how much he wants to make Jongin tremble. If he really keeps his focus, he might just stop himself from caring that he's the one getting controlled here.

“Strip.”

And he does. God. He does. Taemin has to remember how to breathe, because. He’s just. There are moments when the full force of Kim Kai's magnificence hit like a tsunami, and no matter how mad Taemin is he can’t escape the spell this boy has over him.

This won't do. Jongin might see. He needs to improvise fast.

His stupid pretty scarf from his stupid pretty outfit, ha ha look at cute pretty Taeminnie in the woods being scared of things, he knows it was Jongin’s suggestion, that asshole, anyway now the stupid pretty scarf is being stretched across his stupid pretty eyes and tied behind his stupid pretty fluffy head, tight enough to feel properly vindictive, and now Taemin can look at those flushed and parted and pouting lips without fear of giving anything away, which is just as well, because otherwise Jongin might see how much he wants to kiss them.

Actually, to hell with it. He’s going to make himself feel better here, he wants to kiss those lips, so he does. Jongin melts against him, kissing back, warm and sweet and bewitching and presumptuous. How dare he. Taemin grabs that soft wavy hair with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, and now it’s the alpha being pressed against the wall, face against the timber.

“Stay.” Again, it's a snarl, and Taemin can’t miss the shiver that runs down the entire length of that body. Ha. This moment of vulnerability can't be allowed to pass. He seizes it. Seizes those pretty wrists, and presses Jongin's hands way up high above his head so his spine is curved in a gorgeous sculptural arc. This has to be appreciated, for a quiet moment because God. He's so much. It's so unfair, the power he holds like this, it's completely unreasonable. Even in what should be a state of utter vulnerability he's glowing with immaculate perfection.

Taemin’s going to ruin him.

Jongin's belt is just the thing he needs, curled up on the ground at his feet, nice and fat and heavy. It's going to hurt like hell. Taemin retrieves it, folds it, then strokes it, all light and coy and gentle, across the silky golden curve of that ass, and Jongin squirms and whines even as he stretches himself out to look even more sinuous and inviting.

It's irresistible. Stroke, tease, then pull away. And.

The impact is loud. But Jongin isn’t. Hisses, sharp, and shows nothing except a twitch in those long pretty legs. Then he’s still again.

Fine. Clearly he wants Taemin to do this properly. He takes his time. He hits as hard as he needs to, which is hard, and it gets harder as he goes, pausing every so often to brush his hands across that blazing skin, and every time he does it makes Jongin shiver. Keeps going, on and on, until his pretty Nini is whimpering and kicking delightfully, and his lovely hands are clawing at the wall, and Taemin can pretend he's stopping out of care and pity, and not because he's so horny he's about to die.

He slips in close, presses against that bruised exquisite boy, and slips the loop of the belt around his throat.

The way Jongin moans is unbearable. He collapses against Taemin, a panting, delirious mess. Needs to be held up, so Taemin holds him up, and kisses him, because God how can he not, when Jongin is pawing at him, pleading, grinding against him, his blindfold soaked with tears. Maybe he's finally ready to be good. He'd better be, because Taemin is pretty close to being beyond caring.

Bed. There's a bed. He drags Jongin across the room by his leash. Pulls his alpha down on top of his body, between his legs, lets this incoherent mindless creature rut against him, nearly sobbing with frustration. Keeps the leash tight with one hand, grabs a fistful of his hair in the other, forces his head back as he bares his teeth against Jongin’s throat, right on the throb of his pulse.

“Mine.”

Jongin jerks in his grip, struggling. One hand is pawing at Taemin, trying to drag the clothes off him, which should technically be unacceptable but Taemin’s too far gone to care, so he acts like it’s his idea and helps him, because he needs this, needs. Needs this stupid infuriating brainless devious gorgeous little monster to fuck him, he’s soaked through his jeans, he’s aching with it, burning up with blinding want, and the only thing that can save him is his Jongin. 

But not yet, damn it. The bastard doesn't deserve it yet. Taemin drags on the leash, deeply enjoying Jongin's groan as he's pulled off him and forced down onto his knees on the floor. The leather's digging in to the skin of his throat as Taemin steers him, controls him, leading that ravenous searching drooling mouth onto his cock. Jongin swallows all of him down in one smooth motion. So good.

"Look at you. Hungry slut." Jongin moans prettily through his mouthful at that word. "Such a slut, all day. Even with my hyungs." Another extremely unsubtle moan from Jongin, a twitch of his hips. Hah.

"Should I invite them over? Have you on your knees for them?"

God, he's a sight right now. Jongin's flushed all the way down his chest, his hands trembling on Taemin's thighs, squirming and whining. What a vision. And what an idea. But.

"You don't deserve that. I might consider it if you're good." That velvety, wicked tongue brushes up his length; those plump soft lips engulf him. He's really trying to be good. And Taemin can't take this any more.

Jongin gasps as he's pulled off. He's clumsy as he clambers back over Taemin, guided by touch and scent and Taemin's hands, blind and eager and overwhelmed. He half-falls onto Taemin's shoulder, with his hands by Taemin's side and his face buried in Taemin's skin, still kissing, licking, teasing, pressing their bodies together, until Taemin slips one hand between them and takes hold of him, throbbing and dripping and desperately hard, and helps him slip inside. It's so good, so good Taemin has to fight it, he refuses to be beaten this easily, to let himself be swept away by how good this is, not when he can feel how much Jongin wants to just let go. No.

He drags the leash tight enough to seriously get his idiot alpha’s attention.

“Don’t you dare."

The way Jongin shakes as he tries to hold himself back, it damn near sends Taemin out of his mind. Jongin's clutching at him, sobbing for breath, his hips twitching in a way Taemin knows is utterly involuntary, which Jongin's struggling to control. He's well-trained. He’s here to give Taemin more of what he wants. And he knows it. So he groans and grits his teeth and grinds desperately, trying to make himself wait, and be good, and not just fuck like a stupid beast.

Taemin would have to be properly heartless to exploit the poor thing in this condition, but he’s had a very long day and Jongin’s been very annoying. So he does. Makes him hold back, and suffer, and work for it, until he can't stand the sounds Jongin is making any more, and then he hisses - 

“Fuck me the way you want my hyungs to fuck you.”

- and lets him.

Taemin’s never been as proud of anything as he is of the way Jongin cries out as he comes.

-

Jongin's still blushing, even now, as he rests on Taemin's chest, staring at him. His hair's all ruffled from the blindfold. His eyes are gleaming, and seem even bigger than usual. He's beautiful. He's adorable. 

"Cutie."

"Taem, I." A little cough. Like he wants to apologise. He can't apologise, Taemin won't allow it.

"Shh."

Taemin's not going to allow him to do anything except lie there and be petted. It's not like they can go anywhere for a while anyway. Taemin is going to pet him, and kiss him, and - 

"You are so cute when you're mad."

- and, once Jongin's finished yelping and giggling and squirming, figure out how they're going to hide the furious bite Taemin's just added to all the other marks on his long pretty neck. 

-

The next morning, even Kibum thinks they're a bit much.

“You two know you can have a dirty weekend without airing your foreplay on MBC, right?”

It's a valid point. Taemin knows they'll never escape today's screencaps, not with the way Jongin's taking every possible opportunity to drape ostentatiously all over him, purring like an overgrown hand-raised tiger. Pouting, blushing, whining in Taemin's ear at every chance he gets about how bruised he is, while his throat is wrapped with Taemin's stupid pretty scarf. This will haunt them for the rest of their days. They'll have dodged a bullet if they get out of this without management insisting they do another collab.

But right now, with Jongin sprawling all over his lap on national television, all gooey and blissful, Taemin can't bring himself to care. Not with the way Minho's smiling at them. He's too busy thinking about another collab entirely.