Company Calls Epilogue
Title: Company Calls Epilogue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: Taemin is at Minho's wedding as his best man. The resurfacing of his beautiful memories only bring pain as he watches the love of his life walk away forever.
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Oh, the possibilities then…
But here I am, all dressed up and watching family members greet each other. Even my family is here to wish you health and happiness, taking advantage of the free drinks at your wedding.
Your wedding.
And I’m your best man.
Why did I agree to this?
I can’t keep watching you like this, smiling and holding your bride’s hand.
That should be me.
Even the little plastic figures on the cake are too real, too much of a reminder of what’s happened. Luckily, high-pitched laughing screams interrupted by thoughts momentarily; cute little girls with pigtails were running from the little boys wearing bowties
their parents bought them. It immediately reminded me of us when we were that age.
“I’ll catch you this time hyung!”
You always ran so hard, but that time you let me catch you. In our nice school uniforms, I jumped on top of you and we fell into the dirt laughing. I’m sure that’s when it all started; my absolutely wild love for you. Even when our parents yelled at us for scuffing our expensive school pants and jackets that day, you smiled to me.
You were the best hyung any dongsaeng could ever ask for.
And do you remember attaching beer cans on strings to the bumper of your mom’s car when we first got our licenses? We snuck out at night and drove up and down the main drag, creating such a racket while we laughed and laughed, knowing people were just rolling their eyes because they’d heard it so many times.
Did they know it was us? I still wonder.
I’m keeping my distance but still watching you, these memories flooding in and reminding me of how perfect you are. Ah, things are getting cloudy… Can’t we be young again?
Oh, did you hear me? You’re looking my way but you look sad.
Let me ask you something, hyung…
When we came crashing through the parlor doors of my house that one night, ripping our clothes off and kissing each other with such hot passion and love, what was your first impression? I’ll tell you mine:
You were the one.
But I can’t spit it out when the date’s been set, now can I?
I feel sick knowing that you’ll lay down with her like you did with me, but now I’m only second best.
But what right do I have to interfere? You were the one to sit me down and tell me that the night I became yours was a mistake; a drunken, disorderly mistake.
How come I can’t seem to feel the same way? Over the year of your engagement, I desperately tried to tell myself to let you go, to let you find happiness elsewhere, because clearly you didn’t want me like I wanted you.
Finally the ceremony’s ending.
“Minho,” I finally work up the courage to say goodbye to you. Maybe it’s better this way… “I should go.”
What is this look you’re giving me? It reminds me of something…
“Taemin,” You speak so softly to me, it reminds me all over again why I’m so in love with you. “Can we talk for a second?”
Of course we can. Why are you even asking? Just as I hoped, you took my hand and led me to a quieter area of the reception hall. But why are we alone?
“What is it…?” I ask with carefully chosen words and I just can’t help but to look into your warm brown eyes.
I could have sworn that I was dreaming just then because you took me into your arms and held me there with no intent on letting go, just like how you used to. “Hyung…?”
“Taemin…” Are you crying, hyung? I can feel you shaking. “It wasn’t a mistake.”
Oh god, you’re not serious, are you? After all the tears I spilled for you? “What wasn’t…” I know exactly what you’re talking about…
Oh, hyung. You are crying. Please don’t cry. Here, do my arms around you help? You feel so warm. “Taemin-ah, you’re the love of my life,” Oh how long I’ve waited to hear you say that… Shit, now I’m crying too. “And I was a fool to tell you otherwise. I’m sorry…”
It’s a little late now, isn’t it? “What about your wife, hyung? Don’t you love her?”
Did you just shake your head? “It’s just a façade… You’re the one I want. Please don’t leave me. I need you in my life.”
My heart is shattering. Again. “I won’t leave you.” I can promise you that.
Your sudden soft hand on my cheek gives me a chill. “Forgive me someday.” I already do.
I’m going to do it; I’m going to kiss you. I’m not looking back. Ah, the feeling of my lips on yours again sets me on fire. How I wish we could spend forever in this moment.
I’m surprised you’re not pulling away.
No, you’re not pulling away. You’re even kissing back.
“Taemin,” Your whisper sends me to heaven, do you know that? “I love you.”
“I love you too, more than anything in the entire world.”
Honestly, that's all I need to keep living.
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A/N: Here's the song it was written after:
Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin.
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date.
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real.
And I kept distance: the complications cloud
the postcards and blip through fiberoptics,
as the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties
their parents bought them: "I'll catch you this time!"
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached
beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
up and down the main drag.
People would turn to see who's making the racket.
It's not the first time.
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
and I'll contest, but they won't listen
when the casualty rate's near 100%,
and there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving...
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.~Death Cab for Cutie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: Taemin is at Minho's wedding as his best man. The resurfacing of his beautiful memories only bring pain as he watches the love of his life walk away forever.
~~~~~
Oh, the possibilities then…
But here I am, all dressed up and watching family members greet each other. Even my family is here to wish you health and happiness, taking advantage of the free drinks at your wedding.
Your wedding.
And I’m your best man.
Why did I agree to this?
I can’t keep watching you like this, smiling and holding your bride’s hand.
That should be me.
Even the little plastic figures on the cake are too real, too much of a reminder of what’s happened. Luckily, high-pitched laughing screams interrupted by thoughts momentarily; cute little girls with pigtails were running from the little boys wearing bowties
their parents bought them. It immediately reminded me of us when we were that age.
“I’ll catch you this time hyung!”
You always ran so hard, but that time you let me catch you. In our nice school uniforms, I jumped on top of you and we fell into the dirt laughing. I’m sure that’s when it all started; my absolutely wild love for you. Even when our parents yelled at us for scuffing our expensive school pants and jackets that day, you smiled to me.
You were the best hyung any dongsaeng could ever ask for.
And do you remember attaching beer cans on strings to the bumper of your mom’s car when we first got our licenses? We snuck out at night and drove up and down the main drag, creating such a racket while we laughed and laughed, knowing people were just rolling their eyes because they’d heard it so many times.
Did they know it was us? I still wonder.
I’m keeping my distance but still watching you, these memories flooding in and reminding me of how perfect you are. Ah, things are getting cloudy… Can’t we be young again?
Oh, did you hear me? You’re looking my way but you look sad.
Let me ask you something, hyung…
When we came crashing through the parlor doors of my house that one night, ripping our clothes off and kissing each other with such hot passion and love, what was your first impression? I’ll tell you mine:
You were the one.
But I can’t spit it out when the date’s been set, now can I?
I feel sick knowing that you’ll lay down with her like you did with me, but now I’m only second best.
But what right do I have to interfere? You were the one to sit me down and tell me that the night I became yours was a mistake; a drunken, disorderly mistake.
How come I can’t seem to feel the same way? Over the year of your engagement, I desperately tried to tell myself to let you go, to let you find happiness elsewhere, because clearly you didn’t want me like I wanted you.
Finally the ceremony’s ending.
“Minho,” I finally work up the courage to say goodbye to you. Maybe it’s better this way… “I should go.”
What is this look you’re giving me? It reminds me of something…
“Taemin,” You speak so softly to me, it reminds me all over again why I’m so in love with you. “Can we talk for a second?”
Of course we can. Why are you even asking? Just as I hoped, you took my hand and led me to a quieter area of the reception hall. But why are we alone?
“What is it…?” I ask with carefully chosen words and I just can’t help but to look into your warm brown eyes.
I could have sworn that I was dreaming just then because you took me into your arms and held me there with no intent on letting go, just like how you used to. “Hyung…?”
“Taemin…” Are you crying, hyung? I can feel you shaking. “It wasn’t a mistake.”
Oh god, you’re not serious, are you? After all the tears I spilled for you? “What wasn’t…” I know exactly what you’re talking about…
Oh, hyung. You are crying. Please don’t cry. Here, do my arms around you help? You feel so warm. “Taemin-ah, you’re the love of my life,” Oh how long I’ve waited to hear you say that… Shit, now I’m crying too. “And I was a fool to tell you otherwise. I’m sorry…”
It’s a little late now, isn’t it? “What about your wife, hyung? Don’t you love her?”
Did you just shake your head? “It’s just a façade… You’re the one I want. Please don’t leave me. I need you in my life.”
My heart is shattering. Again. “I won’t leave you.” I can promise you that.
Your sudden soft hand on my cheek gives me a chill. “Forgive me someday.” I already do.
I’m going to do it; I’m going to kiss you. I’m not looking back. Ah, the feeling of my lips on yours again sets me on fire. How I wish we could spend forever in this moment.
I’m surprised you’re not pulling away.
No, you’re not pulling away. You’re even kissing back.
“Taemin,” Your whisper sends me to heaven, do you know that? “I love you.”
“I love you too, more than anything in the entire world.”
Honestly, that's all I need to keep living.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Here's the song it was written after:
Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin.
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date.
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real.
And I kept distance: the complications cloud
the postcards and blip through fiberoptics,
as the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties
their parents bought them: "I'll catch you this time!"
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached
beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
up and down the main drag.
People would turn to see who's making the racket.
It's not the first time.
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
and I'll contest, but they won't listen
when the casualty rate's near 100%,
and there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving...
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.~Death Cab for Cutie