Drunken Confessions [Twoshot]
Title: Drunken Confessions [Part 2]
Rating: G
Pairing: 2min
Summary: Part 2 of this, really.
Their first date.
Taemin remembers all too clearly where it was, how happy they were. The slight awkwardness between them when they weren't surrounded by a dozen other people but instead left alone, hidden smiles only for each other to discover.
He clenches his jaw together, resolves in his promise to himself to stay strong in front of Minho. Each bend around the corner gets him closer to the nightclub, closer until his palms are sweating and he wishes desperately that this whole thing never began in the first place.
He reaches the street and pulls out his mobile, dialling Minho's number and waits impatiently for him to pick up. It's a surprise when he does, because Taemin doesn't expect his ringtone to make it over the pounding music that he can already hear in his car.
'Taemin-ah?' he sounds absolutely delighted. 'Hey, Taemin, are you coming out to party as well? I haven't seen you for so long, Minnie.'
Taemin's heart breaks just that little bit more when he hears the pet name Minho used to call him, filled with the same love and affection that there used to be.
'Where are you, Minho?'
'I'm at the bar, of course,' he laughs tipsily.
'Can you make your way out? I'm here to pick you up.'
He can hear a gasp, in what he assumes is a mixture of shock and excitement.
'Really, Taemin-ah? Where are you taking me? Oh god, this is gonna be so much fun, hang on, I'm just coming out the door-'
And sure enough, Taemin sees him stumbling out of the door, glancing around the road. He winds down the passenger window and calls out.
'Minho!'
Minho spots him, and begins to make his way towards him with what Taemin thinks is the most stupid, widest, lopsided grin he has ever seen him wear, like his birthday and Christmas has all been rolled into one. He settles himself in the car rather awkwardly, folding his long legs under the dashboard because he's too drunk to remember he can pull his seat back.
'So, Minnie.' Taemin almost burns at the adoring gaze Minho directs at him, choosing instead to focus his attention on starting up the car again. 'Where are you taking me?'
'Just give me your address.'
Minho falters at this. 'I thought we were gonna go out, like we used to,' he says softly.
Like we used to, Taemin thinks bitterly. But it's all ended now, and there's nothing that we can do.
'Your address, Minho.'
And he supposes that he can't be all that surprised when the address is in the rich part of town. After all, a lot has changed.
Everything has changed.
Minho continues chattering again, grinning like everything's alright. Taemin tries to block it out, tells himself to concentrate on the road because it's dark.
It doesn't work though. He can feel himself falling for Minho all over again, with each word that tumbles out of his mouth and the warmth that he exudes. Falling for him like all the other people since he's become famous.
That is, if he had ever got up in the first place.
There's security guards before they get to the actual apartments, and Taemin supposes that it's to be expected. He pulls up, hesitant when he winds down the window and the guards give him a scathing once over, obviously already unimpressed by his small car. Their expressions change quickly though when they spot his passenger, giving respectful nods and raising the barrier hastily for Taemin.
Minho's only a bit more alert of his surroundings, directing Taemin where to go until they reach a block of apartments. They stop, Minho unbuckling his seatbelt quickly and Taemin finding himself doing the same. He steps out, appreciating the fresh air after what seemed like an eternity of breathing in Minho's scent.
Minho stretches in the night, grinning at Taemin again.
'Come on, Taemin-ah. You've never been to my place before, and I have this really big tv and games consoles and remember how we used to play football on it? Let's play, everyone else I play with are all sore losers.'
'You always called me a sore loser,' he says before he can stop himself.
Be strong, he reminds himself.
'But that's cos you were cute when I called you a sore loser. And then you always pulled that pout - oh look, there it is now!' he laughed, resting his arms on the car roof.
Taemin frowns at this, hating how it all seems so easy to fall back into. All he has to do is say yes. What's the harm of playing a couple of games until Minho gets too tired? Hell, he might even beat him because he's so drunk.
He stops that little voice inside his head from piping up.
'Take care of yourself, Minho. Remember to drink plenty of water.' He makes to get back into his car, to be the one who leaves first this time.
'Come on, Taemin. I'm sorry.' He hears the little break in his voice, the voice that's usually so calm and collected. He's not used to it, and he stops. The one to always comfort him, now laid bare for Taemin to do what he pleased.
'Please, Taemin.'
And he supposes that it wouldn't do much harm just to walk him up to his apartment. He doesn't want Minho to make a fool out of himself by trying to get into someone else's flat, after all.
The lobby's massive and white, footsteps echoing and lights immediately flickering on once they enter the building. Taemin follows Minho to the elevator, and it's inside is mirrored, reflections gazing back at them. He notices how tired they both look, with bags under their eyes. Minho's eyes are glittering though, wide and dark all at the same time and drawing Taemin in.
He has to stop, turn his back to the mirror because he doesn't want to think of how insignificant he looks compared to Minho.
Minho presses the button for the top floor, and Taemin just waits. He's tapping his foot along with humming a tune that Taemin can't quite put his finger on, as familiar as it sounds. The ground stills beneath him to a halt, and he feels that little push in his stomach.
'Come on, Tae.'
They're already out in the hall, Minho at the door and pressing his thumb to what looks like a scanner. It beeps, and the door clicks open.
It'll be rude not to go in now. And you have to make sure he's alright, you know what he's like when he's drunk. Just passes out. You can at least make sure he has water beside him.
And so he follows Minho without a word.
His apartment is massive, an open living space that they immediately step into which is sparsely furnished. It's monochrome, devoid of any personalization on Minho's part. Taemin thinks it's too big for just one person to live here, and he can't imagine how lonely Minho gets.
Not lonely at all, he corrects himself. All the girls like him.
'Tae, are we gonna play then?' He falls in his haste to get to the sofa, looks surprised, and then laughs at himself.
'You're going to bed, Minho.'
An eyebrow raises.
'Are you coming with me?'
Taemin sighs in return.
'No, Minho. I'm going to get you water, and some paracetamol for tomorrow and then I’m going to leave.'
'Leave? Why?'
'Because. I need to go back to my own home, Minho.'
'Don't you remember, Taemin? When you said you'll be where ever I am because that's all that mattered?' He looks like a child again, frowning with his bottom lip stuck out stubbornly. 'What happened?'
He turns his back to him, pretends to be going to the kitchen.
'Don't start all this again, Minho. You know what happened.' His shoulders slump in defeat, reaching automatically for a cupboard door, because even though it's uncharted waters Taemin still knows how Minho likes his things arranged. He pulls out a glass, doesn't even have to look over his shoulder to know that he's still standing in the same spot.
'If you don't go to brush your teeth right now, I’m going to leave.'
The footsteps start, and fade away, and it's only when he hears the tap running that he allows himself to wipe the tear tracks off his face.
He waits a little, waits for his erratic breathing to slow down and his nose to stop running, opening cupboards that are mainly empty in order to find the paracetamol. Minho's already finished brushing, having called out that he's changing into pyjamas.
Taemin makes his way to the room with the light on, glass in one hand and two pills in the other. Minho's already changed, sitting in bed waiting expectantly.
It's all so familiar, this scene, and it hurts.
'Drink this, and I’ll fill it up again before I leave.' Taemin says brusquely, handing Minho the glass.
He drinks obediently, throat bobbing in each long gulp that he takes.
'Don't leave,' Minho says, sliding down into his blankets.
He doesn't respond, turning on his heels to the bathroom. There's a soft hiss from the tap, and he composes himself before stepping back into the room.
A book lies on his bedside table, Taemin notes absent-mindedly as he sets down the glass. He wonders why there's a photo frame facing his bed, wonders if he's met someone new, and he feels the jealousy bubbling up again.
Curiosity killed the cat, he muses, and he turns it too quickly for Minho to stop him.
Two smiling faces of the people present at this moment.
Minho yawns, smiles sleepily at him.
'I've always liked that photo. You look so pretty in it. We look so happy in it.'
Taemin grips it tightly, remembers how Jonghyun caught them off guard by yelling 'Cheese!', him only just catching the camera with bright eyes, preoccupied by the arm around his waist and the man whispering sweet nothings in his ear, looking as if he held the whole world in his arms.
He sets it back gently, swallowing the lump in his throat.
'Minho. I have to go.' he says softly.
'Why?' he frowns.
Taemin tries to be reasonable, because he's the only one right now that can.
'Don't be stupid. If someone catches me leaving tomorrow morning,there'll be a scandal. Your career-'
'Will be in jeopardy.' Minho finishes. 'I don't care. I’ll quit. Anything for you. I’m sick of all this, Taemin. I just want you.'
He can feel his knees weaken.
'You don't mean that, Minho,' he whispers.
'I do, Taemin. Don't question me, please. I love you. So much, Taemin. So much that it hurts sometimes.'
It doesn't work, Taemin realises. He can't be strong.
'You don't mean it Minho. You're drunk.' he forces these words out, knows that he needs to convince himself again it's all a lie.
'Stop, Taemin. Please stop. I love you. I love you I love you I love you.'
And he breaks, because he can't be strong anymore.
'Please, Minho... don't.'
But Minho knows Taemin, knows that he's finally given up.
'Stay, Taemin.'
'I can't.'
'I don't care about what people think anymore. I don't care. I want you.'
And Taemin caves, walks unsteadily towards him and crawls over his body, settling into the bed and against Minho. He's missed this for too long, already getting his leg trapped under Minho's as if to make sure he can't escape, the feeling of light kisses pressed so softly against his cheek down to his neck.
It feels all too real to be fake, but he simply doesn't care anymore.
A/N: This is actually me procrastinating from procrastinating from procrastinating. Yup.
Sorry for the font .__. I'm not good at all this html stuff
Rating: G
Pairing: 2min
Summary: Part 2 of this, really.
Their first date.
Taemin remembers all too clearly where it was, how happy they were. The slight awkwardness between them when they weren't surrounded by a dozen other people but instead left alone, hidden smiles only for each other to discover.
He clenches his jaw together, resolves in his promise to himself to stay strong in front of Minho. Each bend around the corner gets him closer to the nightclub, closer until his palms are sweating and he wishes desperately that this whole thing never began in the first place.
He reaches the street and pulls out his mobile, dialling Minho's number and waits impatiently for him to pick up. It's a surprise when he does, because Taemin doesn't expect his ringtone to make it over the pounding music that he can already hear in his car.
'Taemin-ah?' he sounds absolutely delighted. 'Hey, Taemin, are you coming out to party as well? I haven't seen you for so long, Minnie.'
Taemin's heart breaks just that little bit more when he hears the pet name Minho used to call him, filled with the same love and affection that there used to be.
'Where are you, Minho?'
'I'm at the bar, of course,' he laughs tipsily.
'Can you make your way out? I'm here to pick you up.'
He can hear a gasp, in what he assumes is a mixture of shock and excitement.
'Really, Taemin-ah? Where are you taking me? Oh god, this is gonna be so much fun, hang on, I'm just coming out the door-'
And sure enough, Taemin sees him stumbling out of the door, glancing around the road. He winds down the passenger window and calls out.
'Minho!'
Minho spots him, and begins to make his way towards him with what Taemin thinks is the most stupid, widest, lopsided grin he has ever seen him wear, like his birthday and Christmas has all been rolled into one. He settles himself in the car rather awkwardly, folding his long legs under the dashboard because he's too drunk to remember he can pull his seat back.
'So, Minnie.' Taemin almost burns at the adoring gaze Minho directs at him, choosing instead to focus his attention on starting up the car again. 'Where are you taking me?'
'Just give me your address.'
Minho falters at this. 'I thought we were gonna go out, like we used to,' he says softly.
Like we used to, Taemin thinks bitterly. But it's all ended now, and there's nothing that we can do.
'Your address, Minho.'
And he supposes that he can't be all that surprised when the address is in the rich part of town. After all, a lot has changed.
Everything has changed.
Minho continues chattering again, grinning like everything's alright. Taemin tries to block it out, tells himself to concentrate on the road because it's dark.
It doesn't work though. He can feel himself falling for Minho all over again, with each word that tumbles out of his mouth and the warmth that he exudes. Falling for him like all the other people since he's become famous.
That is, if he had ever got up in the first place.
There's security guards before they get to the actual apartments, and Taemin supposes that it's to be expected. He pulls up, hesitant when he winds down the window and the guards give him a scathing once over, obviously already unimpressed by his small car. Their expressions change quickly though when they spot his passenger, giving respectful nods and raising the barrier hastily for Taemin.
Minho's only a bit more alert of his surroundings, directing Taemin where to go until they reach a block of apartments. They stop, Minho unbuckling his seatbelt quickly and Taemin finding himself doing the same. He steps out, appreciating the fresh air after what seemed like an eternity of breathing in Minho's scent.
Minho stretches in the night, grinning at Taemin again.
'Come on, Taemin-ah. You've never been to my place before, and I have this really big tv and games consoles and remember how we used to play football on it? Let's play, everyone else I play with are all sore losers.'
'You always called me a sore loser,' he says before he can stop himself.
Be strong, he reminds himself.
'But that's cos you were cute when I called you a sore loser. And then you always pulled that pout - oh look, there it is now!' he laughed, resting his arms on the car roof.
Taemin frowns at this, hating how it all seems so easy to fall back into. All he has to do is say yes. What's the harm of playing a couple of games until Minho gets too tired? Hell, he might even beat him because he's so drunk.
He stops that little voice inside his head from piping up.
'Take care of yourself, Minho. Remember to drink plenty of water.' He makes to get back into his car, to be the one who leaves first this time.
'Come on, Taemin. I'm sorry.' He hears the little break in his voice, the voice that's usually so calm and collected. He's not used to it, and he stops. The one to always comfort him, now laid bare for Taemin to do what he pleased.
'Please, Taemin.'
And he supposes that it wouldn't do much harm just to walk him up to his apartment. He doesn't want Minho to make a fool out of himself by trying to get into someone else's flat, after all.
The lobby's massive and white, footsteps echoing and lights immediately flickering on once they enter the building. Taemin follows Minho to the elevator, and it's inside is mirrored, reflections gazing back at them. He notices how tired they both look, with bags under their eyes. Minho's eyes are glittering though, wide and dark all at the same time and drawing Taemin in.
He has to stop, turn his back to the mirror because he doesn't want to think of how insignificant he looks compared to Minho.
Minho presses the button for the top floor, and Taemin just waits. He's tapping his foot along with humming a tune that Taemin can't quite put his finger on, as familiar as it sounds. The ground stills beneath him to a halt, and he feels that little push in his stomach.
'Come on, Tae.'
They're already out in the hall, Minho at the door and pressing his thumb to what looks like a scanner. It beeps, and the door clicks open.
It'll be rude not to go in now. And you have to make sure he's alright, you know what he's like when he's drunk. Just passes out. You can at least make sure he has water beside him.
And so he follows Minho without a word.
His apartment is massive, an open living space that they immediately step into which is sparsely furnished. It's monochrome, devoid of any personalization on Minho's part. Taemin thinks it's too big for just one person to live here, and he can't imagine how lonely Minho gets.
Not lonely at all, he corrects himself. All the girls like him.
'Tae, are we gonna play then?' He falls in his haste to get to the sofa, looks surprised, and then laughs at himself.
'You're going to bed, Minho.'
An eyebrow raises.
'Are you coming with me?'
Taemin sighs in return.
'No, Minho. I'm going to get you water, and some paracetamol for tomorrow and then I’m going to leave.'
'Leave? Why?'
'Because. I need to go back to my own home, Minho.'
'Don't you remember, Taemin? When you said you'll be where ever I am because that's all that mattered?' He looks like a child again, frowning with his bottom lip stuck out stubbornly. 'What happened?'
He turns his back to him, pretends to be going to the kitchen.
'Don't start all this again, Minho. You know what happened.' His shoulders slump in defeat, reaching automatically for a cupboard door, because even though it's uncharted waters Taemin still knows how Minho likes his things arranged. He pulls out a glass, doesn't even have to look over his shoulder to know that he's still standing in the same spot.
'If you don't go to brush your teeth right now, I’m going to leave.'
The footsteps start, and fade away, and it's only when he hears the tap running that he allows himself to wipe the tear tracks off his face.
He waits a little, waits for his erratic breathing to slow down and his nose to stop running, opening cupboards that are mainly empty in order to find the paracetamol. Minho's already finished brushing, having called out that he's changing into pyjamas.
Taemin makes his way to the room with the light on, glass in one hand and two pills in the other. Minho's already changed, sitting in bed waiting expectantly.
It's all so familiar, this scene, and it hurts.
'Drink this, and I’ll fill it up again before I leave.' Taemin says brusquely, handing Minho the glass.
He drinks obediently, throat bobbing in each long gulp that he takes.
'Don't leave,' Minho says, sliding down into his blankets.
He doesn't respond, turning on his heels to the bathroom. There's a soft hiss from the tap, and he composes himself before stepping back into the room.
A book lies on his bedside table, Taemin notes absent-mindedly as he sets down the glass. He wonders why there's a photo frame facing his bed, wonders if he's met someone new, and he feels the jealousy bubbling up again.
Curiosity killed the cat, he muses, and he turns it too quickly for Minho to stop him.
Two smiling faces of the people present at this moment.
Minho yawns, smiles sleepily at him.
'I've always liked that photo. You look so pretty in it. We look so happy in it.'
Taemin grips it tightly, remembers how Jonghyun caught them off guard by yelling 'Cheese!', him only just catching the camera with bright eyes, preoccupied by the arm around his waist and the man whispering sweet nothings in his ear, looking as if he held the whole world in his arms.
He sets it back gently, swallowing the lump in his throat.
'Minho. I have to go.' he says softly.
'Why?' he frowns.
Taemin tries to be reasonable, because he's the only one right now that can.
'Don't be stupid. If someone catches me leaving tomorrow morning,there'll be a scandal. Your career-'
'Will be in jeopardy.' Minho finishes. 'I don't care. I’ll quit. Anything for you. I’m sick of all this, Taemin. I just want you.'
He can feel his knees weaken.
'You don't mean that, Minho,' he whispers.
'I do, Taemin. Don't question me, please. I love you. So much, Taemin. So much that it hurts sometimes.'
It doesn't work, Taemin realises. He can't be strong.
'You don't mean it Minho. You're drunk.' he forces these words out, knows that he needs to convince himself again it's all a lie.
'Stop, Taemin. Please stop. I love you. I love you I love you I love you.'
And he breaks, because he can't be strong anymore.
'Please, Minho... don't.'
But Minho knows Taemin, knows that he's finally given up.
'Stay, Taemin.'
'I can't.'
'I don't care about what people think anymore. I don't care. I want you.'
And Taemin caves, walks unsteadily towards him and crawls over his body, settling into the bed and against Minho. He's missed this for too long, already getting his leg trapped under Minho's as if to make sure he can't escape, the feeling of light kisses pressed so softly against his cheek down to his neck.
It feels all too real to be fake, but he simply doesn't care anymore.
A/N: This is actually me procrastinating from procrastinating from procrastinating. Yup.
Sorry for the font .__. I'm not good at all this html stuff