HARD (2/2)
Title: HARD
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: Minho and Taemin met at a club and had a one-night stand. Ever since then, they've been returning to that same club on the same night to have each other again and again. The only stipulation: Don't share names.
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Minho waited.
And waited.
Just waited.
Taemin still wasn't here, he was sure of it. He'd checked every last corner of the place and still hadn't found him. There was no way he would miss that gorgeous blond head of hair or that slim body dominating the dance floor.
Why would he suddenly not be here? They'd been on this 'schedule' for the past month, why stop now? That gorgeous stranger, he knew nothing about him.
He laid low, nursing his only drink of the night. He wasn't having fun and didn't want to. And when the place was closing at 3:00am, he waited around outside for a bit to see if Taemin would still show.
He went to bed alone that night.
The next Saturday was the same. He made the mistake of trying to ask people if they knew who ‘the slim blonde guy that was probably 18 or 19 and danced really well.’ Everyone pretty much gave him the same response, something along the lines of “Are you kidding?” and “There are tons of blondes here” or just a simple dismissive “No.”
He didn’t wait as long the next night, but he kept coming back. At some point he feared that maybe he was hurt. Dead, even. But no, he didn’t want to think that. It frustrated him beyond belief to know nothing, anything, about him. He didn’t know where to look, even where to start.
A month had gone by and his blonde still hadn’t come back. He figured he would give up for now at least until he had more information. It was October, a chilly night none the less, but inside was burning as usual. Minho kept himself warm on the dance floor, mostly ignoring the advances of random women who were interested in taking him home that night.
Then something happened; he couldn’t describe it in words. Relief, maybe? But for no apparent reason. Another kid, probably Taemin’s age, −he looked a little older− began to dance beside him.
Minho closed the distance between them immediately, sliding his hands around the younger’s waist to which he sunk back into. This new stranger purposely faced away from Minho, only allowing his backside for the older.
Minho was intoxicated immediately. He held the boy to him and kissed his neck, drawn in by his intensity. His deep red hair was short in the back and on the sides, but the front had sweeping bangs that covered his eyes. Something was awfully familiar to him. The way the boy’s hips moved, the shape of his body, the soft smell on his neck, it was just like…
“It’s you, isn’t it?” Minho asked.
“Who?” The redhead kept his back to Minho and kept dancing, hoping that he didn’t notice the slight cringe.
“I… I don’t know your name. You were blond before.” Minho turned the stranger around and held his shoulders. The nervous look Taemin gave him instantly gave his identity away to Minho; he saw it in his eyes. “It is you.” He pulled Taemin to him and kissed his lips selfishly, starving for him for what seemed like so long.
“Mmh!” Taemin objected, pushing Minho away. “No!” He was breathing hard when he escaped from Minho’s grasp. Before the older could react, Taemin was running away.
“Wait!” Minho followed him, pushing through the crowd to follow him. There was no way he was going to let him get away now; he had too many questions.
As they stumbled outside onto the empty streets, Minho could more clearly hear Taemin’s quiet whimpers as he ran down the sidewalk. “Hey! Don’t run, please!” He begged and then chased after him, refusing to let him out of his sight.
After just seconds of running, Minho caught Taemin’s wrist and stopped them both abruptly, leaving them gasping.
“No! Let me go! I don’t want to talk to you!” Taemin yanked his hand roughly and smacked Minho’s chest to try and escape, but he was weakened from the run.
“Why!? Why don’t you want to talk to me!? I thought we were close!” Minho bit back, grabbing Taemin’s other wrist to stop him from fighting.
“Forget it! Forget me! It wasn’t supposed to be like this…” Taemin lowered his head, completely hiding hid face behind his fallen bangs.
“I don’t want to forget you.” Minho sighed. “What are you even saying!? After the nights we’ve shared, I’ve fallen hard for you. Do you really not feel the same way?”
Taemin tried shaking his hands loose one last time to no avail. He remained silent, trying his best to contain his sobs.
“Well!?” Minho asked impatiently.
“I’m trying to protect you…” Taemin gritted his teeth.
Minho loosened his grip and tried to look into his eyes again. “From what?”
“From me, Minho!” Taemin finally picked his head up and glared at the older. “I would just ruin your life! You shouldn’t know my face, you shouldn’t know my name, you shouldn’t know me!”
“That sounds ridiculous…”
“To you maybe, but I know what would come if we were to become close. We’ve already gotten too close…” Taemin sighed.
“Humor me.” Minho let go of his wrists, showing Taemin that he trusted him.
Taemin stepped back and massaged his wrists, afraid to make eye contact again. “I’m a fuck up. I have been for my entire life. I’ve ruined everyone’s life that I’ve come into contact with.”
“According to who?” Minho spoke softly.
Taemin looked up, surprised. “…What do you mean?”
“Who’s the one that told you you’re a fuck up?”
Taemin opened his mouth a few times, attempting to speak but stopped each time from uncertainty. “I… my family I suppose… my exes, my friends, my teachers, my bosses−”
“They’re wrong.” Minho interrupted. “Completely wrong.”
Taemin laughed sarcastically. “And how do you know?”
“Because I’ve never needed someone so much.” Minho looked him right in the eyes, completely serious. “And I would never need someone who was a fuck up.”
“You’re delusional.” Taemin turned away and folded his arms.
“Are you so broken that you have no more trust in anyone?” Minho wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist and pulled him close. “Let me fix you.”
Taemin tensed at his words, becoming slightly angry for being exposed this way. “Enough!” He started to cry, keeping the sobs tight in his chest. “So what are you gonna do!? You’re prince charming and you’re just gonna sweep me off my feet!?”
“You can start by telling me your name at least.” Minho closed his eyes. He kept the younger in his grasp to calm his shaking body.
Taemin bit his lip, refusing to talk.
“…I waited for you, you know. When you didn’t show up, I thought you were dead.” Minho said. “Do you know how awful I felt? And you made such an effort to hide from me, even dying your hair…” He brushed the bangs from Taemin’s face. “But you came back. Even though you were hiding yourself you came back.”
Taemin sniffled a little. “I’m sorry that I made you worry… It wasn’t my intention.” He softened his voice. “I’m Taemin…” He begrudgingly admitted with a whisper. He shook his head, mad at himself for being so weak.
“Taemin,” Minho smiled and nuzzled against the younger’s shoulder. He was happy. “What do you feel when we touch? Does your heart race like mine?”
“Stop…” Taemin closed his eyes and a tear traced his down his jaw line.
“Why?” Minho wiped his cheek. “Are you not used to people treating you like this? Caring for you?”
With his lips trembling, he shook his head. “You’re a good person… You shouldn’t waste your kindness on me…”
“It’d be a waste to give it to anyone else.” Minho assured. “Am I all wrong here with my feelings? If this is a matter of unrequited love, then I can ju−”
“It’s not.” Taemin placed his hands on Minho’s shoulders cautiously. “I… I feel the same way you do.”
“Then why did you hide from me?” They fell into a tight embrace, naturally fitting in each other’s arms. “I waited for you every Saturday.”
“I wanted you to forget about me,” Taemin rested his head on Minho’s chest. “I was scared.”
Minho smiled. “After what we shared I could never forget you, even if I never saw you again.”
“This is new for me…” Taemin fought back a shy smile. “I’m sorry.”
“We can take it slow. Day by day. I’ll take care of you Taemin, I can promise you that.” Minho stroked his hair, so unfamiliar with how short it was now.
“Slowly, then…” Taemin forced a tiny smile. “I can’t promise that I won’t disappoint you.”
“Let’s not think of it. For now let me take you home.” He held Taemin’s hand with their fingers laced and the younger walked beside him, squeezing his hand tighter.
~*~
“…And so I live alone.” Taemin explained his current situation to Minho in a small coffee shop the next afternoon. Their first ‘date.’
“You must get lonely.” Minho couldn’t stop looking at him. He looked just as gorgeous outside of the club. He wore fashionable, modest clothes and no dark makeup, so pure and perfect.
“Sometimes I suppose.” Taemin mindlessly played with his earlobe and glanced around at anything but Minho, shy to make eye contact. “But I work, mostly. So I keep busy.”
“Where do you work?” Minho couldn’t be more interested. His coffee was cold by now.
Taemin looked at him briefly. “Oh, I’m just a waiter at Samwon Garden…”
“Omo! That’s a high-class restaurant! You must do well!” Minho praised him enthusiastically.
“I do alright~” He scratched his head anxiously. “What does Minho-sshi do for work?” After learning that Minho was four years older than him, he hadn’t stopped being polite.
“Let’s be informal with each other, arasseo?” Minho insisted. “I work for my father at his trading company; it’s kind of a family business thing.”
“Oh,” Taemin nodded. “You seem unhappy describing it.”
“Ne,” Minho laughed it off. “Ah, he’s a typical father wanting his son to follow in his footsteps. I can’t blame him.”
Taemin blushed and lowered his head, his hair forming around his face nicely. “You are a good son to him.”
Minho couldn’t handle the soft tension between them. “How are we so shy with each other right now?” He put his hand over Taemin’s on the tabletop.
“W-what do you mean?” He asked, flustered and embarrassed.
“Taemin, I’ve seen how wild you are. I’ve heard what dirty things come out of your mouth. We’ve seen each other completely naked. I mean, come on.” Minho smirked, winking at him.
Taemin cringed. “I’m a lot braver when I’m unknown, I guess…”
“So that blonde I knew a month ago is gone?” Minho asked sadly. “You’re trying to tell me that you’re not the same person?”
“No, that’s not it.” He shook his head. “I, well, you are the only one I’ve acted that way with.” He looked at the older’s expectant eyes. “You were the first to have me…”
“Taemin…” Minho seemed upset with the fact.
“Please don’t be angry!” He lowered his head again, this time pressing his hands to his eyes. “This is why I didn’t want you to know who I was, so you wouldn’t feel responsible for me.” He let out a tiny sigh. “I’m just a burden.”
“That’s not how I feel.” Minho assured. “I’m not mad. If I had known it was your first time, I would have made sure it was more special for you…”
Taemin looked at him curiously.
“I would have taken the time to ignite every nerve in your body.”
“You did.” Taemin smiled. While those smiles were short-lived, they were beautiful. “You are the only one in my life to ever make me feel good.”
“You’re complicated.” Minho sighed happily, not meaning it in the least menacing way.
“You’ve noticed.” Taemin played with his scarf. “You insisted on knowing me.”
“And I’m loving every second of it.” Minho smiled.
“You’re complicated!” Taemin teased.
“I’m not.” Minho brushed Taemin’s cheek. “I’ll spell it out for you right here: I want to know you, I want to be with you, I want to love you, I want to kiss you, and I want to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the whole world.”
Taemin felt teary-eyed from the candid confession. “I don’t understand… I haven’t done anything to deserve this.”
“You don’t have to understand. You’ve won my heart just by existing so get used to it.” He smiled. “Trust me?” He offered his open hand.
Taemin placed his hand in Minho’s and the older took it to kiss it gently. “Y-yes. I trust you.”
“Oh, and one more thing.” Minho began.
“Hmm?” Taemin’s eyes widened.
“I like your red hair.”
Taemin stifled a laugh. “Thank you,” He stood, leaned over the table, held Minho’s face and kissed his lips softly. ‘Minho hyung.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: Minho and Taemin met at a club and had a one-night stand. Ever since then, they've been returning to that same club on the same night to have each other again and again. The only stipulation: Don't share names.
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Minho waited.
And waited.
Just waited.
Taemin still wasn't here, he was sure of it. He'd checked every last corner of the place and still hadn't found him. There was no way he would miss that gorgeous blond head of hair or that slim body dominating the dance floor.
Why would he suddenly not be here? They'd been on this 'schedule' for the past month, why stop now? That gorgeous stranger, he knew nothing about him.
He laid low, nursing his only drink of the night. He wasn't having fun and didn't want to. And when the place was closing at 3:00am, he waited around outside for a bit to see if Taemin would still show.
He went to bed alone that night.
The next Saturday was the same. He made the mistake of trying to ask people if they knew who ‘the slim blonde guy that was probably 18 or 19 and danced really well.’ Everyone pretty much gave him the same response, something along the lines of “Are you kidding?” and “There are tons of blondes here” or just a simple dismissive “No.”
He didn’t wait as long the next night, but he kept coming back. At some point he feared that maybe he was hurt. Dead, even. But no, he didn’t want to think that. It frustrated him beyond belief to know nothing, anything, about him. He didn’t know where to look, even where to start.
A month had gone by and his blonde still hadn’t come back. He figured he would give up for now at least until he had more information. It was October, a chilly night none the less, but inside was burning as usual. Minho kept himself warm on the dance floor, mostly ignoring the advances of random women who were interested in taking him home that night.
Then something happened; he couldn’t describe it in words. Relief, maybe? But for no apparent reason. Another kid, probably Taemin’s age, −he looked a little older− began to dance beside him.
Minho closed the distance between them immediately, sliding his hands around the younger’s waist to which he sunk back into. This new stranger purposely faced away from Minho, only allowing his backside for the older.
Minho was intoxicated immediately. He held the boy to him and kissed his neck, drawn in by his intensity. His deep red hair was short in the back and on the sides, but the front had sweeping bangs that covered his eyes. Something was awfully familiar to him. The way the boy’s hips moved, the shape of his body, the soft smell on his neck, it was just like…
“It’s you, isn’t it?” Minho asked.
“Who?” The redhead kept his back to Minho and kept dancing, hoping that he didn’t notice the slight cringe.
“I… I don’t know your name. You were blond before.” Minho turned the stranger around and held his shoulders. The nervous look Taemin gave him instantly gave his identity away to Minho; he saw it in his eyes. “It is you.” He pulled Taemin to him and kissed his lips selfishly, starving for him for what seemed like so long.
“Mmh!” Taemin objected, pushing Minho away. “No!” He was breathing hard when he escaped from Minho’s grasp. Before the older could react, Taemin was running away.
“Wait!” Minho followed him, pushing through the crowd to follow him. There was no way he was going to let him get away now; he had too many questions.
As they stumbled outside onto the empty streets, Minho could more clearly hear Taemin’s quiet whimpers as he ran down the sidewalk. “Hey! Don’t run, please!” He begged and then chased after him, refusing to let him out of his sight.
After just seconds of running, Minho caught Taemin’s wrist and stopped them both abruptly, leaving them gasping.
“No! Let me go! I don’t want to talk to you!” Taemin yanked his hand roughly and smacked Minho’s chest to try and escape, but he was weakened from the run.
“Why!? Why don’t you want to talk to me!? I thought we were close!” Minho bit back, grabbing Taemin’s other wrist to stop him from fighting.
“Forget it! Forget me! It wasn’t supposed to be like this…” Taemin lowered his head, completely hiding hid face behind his fallen bangs.
“I don’t want to forget you.” Minho sighed. “What are you even saying!? After the nights we’ve shared, I’ve fallen hard for you. Do you really not feel the same way?”
Taemin tried shaking his hands loose one last time to no avail. He remained silent, trying his best to contain his sobs.
“Well!?” Minho asked impatiently.
“I’m trying to protect you…” Taemin gritted his teeth.
Minho loosened his grip and tried to look into his eyes again. “From what?”
“From me, Minho!” Taemin finally picked his head up and glared at the older. “I would just ruin your life! You shouldn’t know my face, you shouldn’t know my name, you shouldn’t know me!”
“That sounds ridiculous…”
“To you maybe, but I know what would come if we were to become close. We’ve already gotten too close…” Taemin sighed.
“Humor me.” Minho let go of his wrists, showing Taemin that he trusted him.
Taemin stepped back and massaged his wrists, afraid to make eye contact again. “I’m a fuck up. I have been for my entire life. I’ve ruined everyone’s life that I’ve come into contact with.”
“According to who?” Minho spoke softly.
Taemin looked up, surprised. “…What do you mean?”
“Who’s the one that told you you’re a fuck up?”
Taemin opened his mouth a few times, attempting to speak but stopped each time from uncertainty. “I… my family I suppose… my exes, my friends, my teachers, my bosses−”
“They’re wrong.” Minho interrupted. “Completely wrong.”
Taemin laughed sarcastically. “And how do you know?”
“Because I’ve never needed someone so much.” Minho looked him right in the eyes, completely serious. “And I would never need someone who was a fuck up.”
“You’re delusional.” Taemin turned away and folded his arms.
“Are you so broken that you have no more trust in anyone?” Minho wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist and pulled him close. “Let me fix you.”
Taemin tensed at his words, becoming slightly angry for being exposed this way. “Enough!” He started to cry, keeping the sobs tight in his chest. “So what are you gonna do!? You’re prince charming and you’re just gonna sweep me off my feet!?”
“You can start by telling me your name at least.” Minho closed his eyes. He kept the younger in his grasp to calm his shaking body.
Taemin bit his lip, refusing to talk.
“…I waited for you, you know. When you didn’t show up, I thought you were dead.” Minho said. “Do you know how awful I felt? And you made such an effort to hide from me, even dying your hair…” He brushed the bangs from Taemin’s face. “But you came back. Even though you were hiding yourself you came back.”
Taemin sniffled a little. “I’m sorry that I made you worry… It wasn’t my intention.” He softened his voice. “I’m Taemin…” He begrudgingly admitted with a whisper. He shook his head, mad at himself for being so weak.
“Taemin,” Minho smiled and nuzzled against the younger’s shoulder. He was happy. “What do you feel when we touch? Does your heart race like mine?”
“Stop…” Taemin closed his eyes and a tear traced his down his jaw line.
“Why?” Minho wiped his cheek. “Are you not used to people treating you like this? Caring for you?”
With his lips trembling, he shook his head. “You’re a good person… You shouldn’t waste your kindness on me…”
“It’d be a waste to give it to anyone else.” Minho assured. “Am I all wrong here with my feelings? If this is a matter of unrequited love, then I can ju−”
“It’s not.” Taemin placed his hands on Minho’s shoulders cautiously. “I… I feel the same way you do.”
“Then why did you hide from me?” They fell into a tight embrace, naturally fitting in each other’s arms. “I waited for you every Saturday.”
“I wanted you to forget about me,” Taemin rested his head on Minho’s chest. “I was scared.”
Minho smiled. “After what we shared I could never forget you, even if I never saw you again.”
“This is new for me…” Taemin fought back a shy smile. “I’m sorry.”
“We can take it slow. Day by day. I’ll take care of you Taemin, I can promise you that.” Minho stroked his hair, so unfamiliar with how short it was now.
“Slowly, then…” Taemin forced a tiny smile. “I can’t promise that I won’t disappoint you.”
“Let’s not think of it. For now let me take you home.” He held Taemin’s hand with their fingers laced and the younger walked beside him, squeezing his hand tighter.
~*~
“…And so I live alone.” Taemin explained his current situation to Minho in a small coffee shop the next afternoon. Their first ‘date.’
“You must get lonely.” Minho couldn’t stop looking at him. He looked just as gorgeous outside of the club. He wore fashionable, modest clothes and no dark makeup, so pure and perfect.
“Sometimes I suppose.” Taemin mindlessly played with his earlobe and glanced around at anything but Minho, shy to make eye contact. “But I work, mostly. So I keep busy.”
“Where do you work?” Minho couldn’t be more interested. His coffee was cold by now.
Taemin looked at him briefly. “Oh, I’m just a waiter at Samwon Garden…”
“Omo! That’s a high-class restaurant! You must do well!” Minho praised him enthusiastically.
“I do alright~” He scratched his head anxiously. “What does Minho-sshi do for work?” After learning that Minho was four years older than him, he hadn’t stopped being polite.
“Let’s be informal with each other, arasseo?” Minho insisted. “I work for my father at his trading company; it’s kind of a family business thing.”
“Oh,” Taemin nodded. “You seem unhappy describing it.”
“Ne,” Minho laughed it off. “Ah, he’s a typical father wanting his son to follow in his footsteps. I can’t blame him.”
Taemin blushed and lowered his head, his hair forming around his face nicely. “You are a good son to him.”
Minho couldn’t handle the soft tension between them. “How are we so shy with each other right now?” He put his hand over Taemin’s on the tabletop.
“W-what do you mean?” He asked, flustered and embarrassed.
“Taemin, I’ve seen how wild you are. I’ve heard what dirty things come out of your mouth. We’ve seen each other completely naked. I mean, come on.” Minho smirked, winking at him.
Taemin cringed. “I’m a lot braver when I’m unknown, I guess…”
“So that blonde I knew a month ago is gone?” Minho asked sadly. “You’re trying to tell me that you’re not the same person?”
“No, that’s not it.” He shook his head. “I, well, you are the only one I’ve acted that way with.” He looked at the older’s expectant eyes. “You were the first to have me…”
“Taemin…” Minho seemed upset with the fact.
“Please don’t be angry!” He lowered his head again, this time pressing his hands to his eyes. “This is why I didn’t want you to know who I was, so you wouldn’t feel responsible for me.” He let out a tiny sigh. “I’m just a burden.”
“That’s not how I feel.” Minho assured. “I’m not mad. If I had known it was your first time, I would have made sure it was more special for you…”
Taemin looked at him curiously.
“I would have taken the time to ignite every nerve in your body.”
“You did.” Taemin smiled. While those smiles were short-lived, they were beautiful. “You are the only one in my life to ever make me feel good.”
“You’re complicated.” Minho sighed happily, not meaning it in the least menacing way.
“You’ve noticed.” Taemin played with his scarf. “You insisted on knowing me.”
“And I’m loving every second of it.” Minho smiled.
“You’re complicated!” Taemin teased.
“I’m not.” Minho brushed Taemin’s cheek. “I’ll spell it out for you right here: I want to know you, I want to be with you, I want to love you, I want to kiss you, and I want to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the whole world.”
Taemin felt teary-eyed from the candid confession. “I don’t understand… I haven’t done anything to deserve this.”
“You don’t have to understand. You’ve won my heart just by existing so get used to it.” He smiled. “Trust me?” He offered his open hand.
Taemin placed his hand in Minho’s and the older took it to kiss it gently. “Y-yes. I trust you.”
“Oh, and one more thing.” Minho began.
“Hmm?” Taemin’s eyes widened.
“I like your red hair.”
Taemin stifled a laugh. “Thank you,” He stood, leaned over the table, held Minho’s face and kissed his lips softly. ‘Minho hyung.”