Breathe Me (HAPPY B-DAY INDELIBLE_X)
NOTE: this is for ma guuurl indelible_x it's her birthday today, so I wrote her this fic. It's probably awful because I started it just last night with no ideas what-so-ever and wrote 3-4 different things before deciding to go with this. It's just awful, mostly. I figured I'll probably edit it more in the future, but for now this will have to do. Ta-Da~
WARNING: it's pretty much porn. Eventually.
Minho took a deep breath as he stared at the red-head laying on his bed through the dark. It’d been another crazy night in Taemin’s world. It’d been out of hand long before tonight, but recently it’d been tearing on Minho more than usual. After all, Minho could only fight so many people and carry Taemin back to his house, completely passed out, so many times unquestioned by his parents before it got old. It was long past old, it was just tiring.
Minho had known Taemin for a long time, but it wasn’t until Taemin’s parents got divorced and fought over who would take care of the child that neither seemed to want that he met the Taemin that he knew now. That had been at least three years ago. It had started out small.
First, Taemin tried to pretend like nothing was happening and Minho didn’t know what to do. He’d tried to talk about it with his best friend, but Taemin would just smile, that dark look in his eyes, and say he was fine. Was there anything more Minho could do?
Then, Taemin started wanting to do weird things, things he wouldn’t have normally done. Things that might have been considered dangerous, but Minho didn’t protest. After all, Taemin was his best friend and if he didn’t go with him he feared Taemin would go alone, and he couldn’t let that happen. Mostly, the acts were simple; such as, tee-peeing people’s houses or stealing donuts from the convenience store. It was nothing too dramatic.
Eventually, mostly when the boys got older, it led to parties. Some may say it’s perfectly normal for teenage boys to go to parties and live it up while they are young. Minho would have agreed, but it just got so out of hand. Not at first, no, it was normal, but Taemin had a problem. He had some serious problems, only to be intensified with alcohol.
So, that led to present day. These days, Minho barely saw a sober Taemin. It was nearly impossible to catch. Not to mention, Taemin was all sorts of trouble when he was drunk. He’d pick fights just to see if he could. Minho started to believe Taemin picked fights just to see him come to the rescue.
He blinked into the darkness and felt a small sting from the black eye he’d received just that night. It wasn’t that Minho liked to fight, but he’d do anything for Taemin. After all, he loved the little bastard. He had to. His whole world revolved around keeping Taemin safe. Nothing else mattered, in Minho’s mind.
~
Minho kept his breathing steady to keep from getting a cramp in his stomach. He still had a long way to his house, but he wasn’t sure he’d make it without a break. At the same time, he still felt the erratic sting in his leg that wouldn’t subside. Not to mention, Taemin was bouncing every which way like a lifeless doll on his back.
He stopped and carefully placed Taemin in the grass near the side walk before settling down there himself. He lifted up the leg of his pants, which happened to be wet, and saw blood streaming down his leg. He sighed. It was to be expected.
He put his pant leg down and looked at Taemin who seemed content with laying there, seemingly lifeless aside from his soft breathing.
“Taemin-ah, you’ve done it again,” he said in a tone that didn’t mean much of anything. He sighed, “I think I’m about to break. You know, I love you. I fucking love you, and I know you know that. But I don’t know how to get through to you.”
Taemin stirred a little bit, but merely rolled over before muttering, “sorry,” like it was easily dismissed.
Minho scoffed into a dark chuckle before looking up at the sky and closing his eyes, in thought.
~
“Oh yeah,” Jonghyun answered, “Minho’s on the soccer team with me. He’s only the best player on the team.” He wiggled his eye-brows at the giggling girls.
“Why haven’t we met sooner?” One of the girls asked while smiling at Minho with sparkling eyes.
Minho gave a smile with his naturally cool expression, “Busy schedule.”
For once, Minho had been having a pretty decent time at this party. He’d been able to relax and talk to people (surprising, I know) instead of chasing Taemin around. He’d made Taemin promise to be on best behavior tonight and so far so good.
“Minho, Minho, Minho, Minho, Minho,” yelled Kibum running at the speed of light, panicked expression intact. Minho turned around and gave Kibum a minute to breath before he spoke again. “Taemin -huh- he went upstairs with some guy -huh- I told him not to but -huh- he didn’t listen and -huh- now I don’t know where he is,” his breaths were still coming unevenly.
Minho’s mouth fell into a straight line before muttering, “shit,” and he ran back into the house and up the stairs. He busted through the first door on the left and saw Taemin in the corner, making out with some guy Minho had never seen before. He rushed over and pulled the guy off of Taemin.
“What the hell, man?” The guy asked.
Minho gave him a death glare, “hands off, buddy.”
The guy put his hands up, “Okay, okay man. Jeez, he came on to me.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he did,” Minho growled as he practically chased the guy out of the room. When he was gone, he shut the door. He turned around and saw Taemin wiping his mouth and staring at Minho, disgruntled.
“What’d you do that for?” Taemin pouted drunkenly.
Minho walked over to Taemin, thoroughly pissed, “You’re so stupid. What were you doing? Trying to get raped?”
Taemin giggled as his head lulled to the side, “It’s called sex, Minho, not rape. If it was rape, I’d have to say no.”
Minho just stared at him, “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you want.” He grabbed for Taemin’s wrists.
Taemin tried to pull away, unsuccessfully, before saying, “Oh, I get it now. You want me for yourself, right? You’re jealous because I was going to have sex with another guy, right? Well, Minho, if you wanted me so badly all you had to do was ask.” He poked Minho in the forehead.
Minho tightened his grip on Taemin’s wrists, becoming more and more angry, “Shut up.”
“If you’re so determined to have me for yourself, let me do a strip tease for you,” Taemin slurred as he pulled away from Minho’s grasp and twirled around in a circle, beginning to take his shirt off.
Minho charged at Taemin and pinned him against the wall by his shirt, “I said shut the fuck up.” At this point, Minho’s body was practically shaking with anger. It was all he could do to keep himself from hitting Taemin.
Taemin scoffed and looked Minho in the eyes, “What are you going to do, Minho? Hit me? Do it, then. I’d rather be hit than have to deal with your moody bull shit any longer. I can’t even get laid anymore because of you, and it’s not like you’re man enough to do the job yourself. You just stand there and watch me. Let’s face it, you don’t give a shit about me because if you did I wouldn’t be so god damn drunk right now and--” but Taemin was cut off. He felt a burning on his cheek where Minho’s hand had just landed.
“Don’t you ever fucking talk to me again, Taemin.” And he walked out the door.
~
Minho sat against his door, eyes closed, trying to drown out the sounds on the other side.
“Open the god damn door, Minho. Please,” Taemin pleaded for the five-hundredth time. He’d literally been trying to get Minho to open the door for two hours, unsuccessfully. “I was so drunk, I didn’t know what I was saying. I’m stupid. It got out of hand. Please, just open the door and let me talk to you.”
But Minho wasn’t having any of that. He was farther than fed up and too deep in with Taemin to ever feel any pure, un-resentful feelings for him. So, that left them here: Taemin pounding on the door, yelling for Minho to let him in, and Minho sitting against the door, listening to every word Taemin had to say, but simply ignoring it.
For the moment, neither could give each other what they truly needed. They’d probably been damned from the beginning. So, Minho fell asleep and Taemin left the next morning, because twenty-four hours was his limit. It rained for a whole three days and Minho still didn’t leave his house.
Three weeks passed, and nothing much changed.
~
To: Minho
From: Taemin
Subject: I’m stupid
Please talk to me. I know I’m stupid, but this is awful. I messed up so bad, but I want to talk to you. I’m sorry. I promise to god I will never drink again if it means you’ll just talk to me. You don’t even have to continue talking to me. Just give me one chance to beg on my knees for forgiveness and I swear if you don’t want to accept it I will leave you alone. You’re more important than anything else to me. I know I take you for granted, but I can change. I know I can change. I just need to get my shit together, but please, Minho, just talk to me. At the very least, let me stand in front of you and speak. I know I’m asking too much again.
I’ll do whatever it takes.
_
Minho read the email several times over, but couldn’t get empty feeling out of his stomach. He’d been missing Taemin too, but this was all a part of the sacrifice he had to make to have a normal life. Besides, Minho had a feeling if he went back now nothing would really change. It was too soon for change, and Minho was still tired.
He shut off his computer and slipped into bed.
~
It was late at night and there was no noise besides the pitter-patter of feet galloping down the street and up to the front of the Choi house. A skinny red-headed boy seemed to be running for his life and only stopping to bang, like his life depended on it, on the front door of the Choi house. Then, a loud screech of, “MINHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”
This continued for merely seconds before the front door was ripped open and the red head was pulled inside.
Minho shoved Taemin onto the chair in his room and paced back and forth angrily before stopping to stare at the younger boy as he asked, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
The younger boy stared up at him stupidly before saying, “I need to talk to you.”
Minho ran his hand through his hair, “You’re fucking crazy, you know that? What are my neighbors going to think? My parents? Do you not think?”
“It’s important,” Taemin persisted. “You’re important to me. Is that so bad?”
Minho just looked at Taemin, “What are you doing here?”
Taemin took a breath and looked down at his feet. He twiddle them a little, swaying back and forth, before looking up at Minho nervously. For once, he seemed to be completely sober and it was already 2:00 A.M. “I told you,” he started, voice shaking a little, “I need to talk to you. Really need to talk to you,” he paused, “I know I’m stupid, but I need you.”
“Why?” Minho’s tone was angry, and rightfully so, “So you can use me some more? I can’t always save you, Taem. I’m not always going to be here for you. I’m so tired of having to carry you home or bail you out. It’s just too much.”
“I know, I know, but... If you just give me one chance, just one more chance, I know I can make it right. I can be better. I can do better,” Taemin’s heart was beating fast, but he stared into Minho’s eyes all the same.
Minho stared at Taemin, searching for something, then took a deep breath, bring his hand up to drag down his face. “I just don’t-” but he was cut off.
Taemin got up in a swift, intentional movement. He took hold of both Minho’s wrists, pushing him back a little, and before Minho could protest he kissed him. Minho could hardly remember his own name. All the anger, resentment, and sadness that he’d felt toward Taemin over the last few years just vanished like nothing had ever happened. So, he kissed back. He kissed back and let his hands grasp at Taemin’s body like he might disappear.
There was that millisecond where he wondered if this was reality. Everything seemed slow and he wondered if this was what was truly meant to happen. However, those thoughts were pushed away and he knew that everything was right.
Being more sure then he’d been in a long time, Minho ripped Taemin’s shirt off of him and help Taemin with his own. It went on like that between kisses until they were both completely nude, falling onto the bed in a heap of tangled passion.
Minho took Taemin’s face in his hands and said between kisses, “I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.”
To which Taemin replied, “I love you too. I always have. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. God, Minho, I’m so sorry.”
“Shhh,” was all Minho replied, but in a calming manner. He kissed Taemin sweetly on the lips over and over again. It was like a never-ending proclamation of love. Taemin began to feel overwhelmed. Minho always did so much for him. He was always comforting him, keeping him safe, and what did Taemin do? Well, that was the problem.
Fed up with himself, Taemin stopped Minho in his trail of kisses. “Wait,” he said, grabbing the older boys face so that he could look into his eyes.
Minho looked at him, a little displeased, and asked, “What?”
“There’s something... I want to do,” Taemin blushed a little, but began to wiggle out from under Minho and he turned Minho onto his back. “Just go with it,” he muttered at the confused expression Minho was giving him.
Minho lay there and let Taemin kiss him on the lips before he slowly trailed down his jaw line, down his neck, down his chest... Minho could only imagine where this was going. “Taem,” he whispered huskily, but Taemin just looked up at him, seductive eyes, continuing his trail down the older boy’s body. He felt himself jolt a little when Taemin finally reached his slightly erect cock.
Taemin took it in his hand and rubbed his thumb over the slit, just slightly. He heard Minho take in a breath and looked up, making direct eye contact. The look in Taemin’s eyes and the slight curl of his lips sent signals to Minho that made him shiver throughout his whole body. Before he could say anything, without breaking eye contact, Taemin bent his head down and took one lick where his thumb has previous been.
Minho groaned because he realized Taemin was teasing him. Again, before he could speak, Taemin spoke up with, “Just kidding, hyung,” and a slight giggle before taking the whole thing into his mouth. It didn’t take long for Minho to become fully erect, watching the way Taemin mostly watched himself, but every once in a while would look up and make eye contact with Minho. It drove him nuts.
He let out one erratic breath after another and slid one hand into Taemin’s hair, the other holding onto the bed sheets. He’d never felt better in his life. It was even better when Taemin moaned, “Hyung,” around his cock and it nearly sent Minho over the edge.
“Again,” Minho muttered in almost incoherency. “Again,” he repeated more defiantly.
So, Taemin continued with repeated, “Hyung,”s again and again until Minho couldn’t take it anymore and spilled into the depths of Taemin’s mouth.
He opened one eye lid to see Taemin sitting up and swallowing whatever was left in his mouth before crawling up to meet Minho face to face. Minho reached a hand up and brought Taemin’s face down for a long, drawn out kiss. He could taste himself on the other’s lips.
While continuing the kiss, Minho made the swift movement to turn them over yet again. He hovered over Taemin, who was looking up at him with lustful eyes. He’d still not been given the satisfaction of release. Minho gave Taemin one last kiss before ghosting down the younger boy’s body to his throbbing, untouched cock. It seems all the previous action had made Taemin very excited.
Minho looked down at the other boy’s member greedily. He gently slid his hand over it every which way, watching Taemin squirm. A smirk formed on his face because it was truly pleasing to see Taemin in such a state over something he was doing.
“Hyung, please,” Taemin begged. He jolted a bit from the slight contact.
Minho just continued to smirk, looking fondly at his work, “Please what?”
Taemin made a small pouting noise along with another jolt before saying, “Please, just... nnngh suck me or fuck me or something,” Taemin squirmed a bit more wildly and glared up at Minho, who was still smirking.
Minho felt his own cock twitch a little at Taemin’s words, but kept his devious poker face study and simply said, “Anything for you,” before taking Taemin’s hardened flesh into his mouth.
The minute Taemin felt Minho’s mouth around him, his back arched higher than either ever thought was possible. “Minhooo~,” he hummed in a low, pleasing tone. The more sound Taemin made, the bigger Minho grew. He wasn’t sure he’d been erect twice in such a short period of time, but it was driving him nearly insane.
Minho continued to bob his head, looking up at Taemin from time to time. Taemin was wearing a heated expression that could only be described as ecstasy. Everything about the red head below him was all he’d ever wanted for long and that was almost enough to drive Minho over the edge for the second time right then and there, but he subdued it.
“Hyung,” Taemin eventually said, panting heavily. Minho just continued, but then Taemin brought his hand to Minho’s face, bringing him up from his current exertion. Minho was confused for the second time tonight, but Taemin was looking at him with confident, lustful eyes. “Minho,” he started, “I wanted you inside me.”
Minho stared up at the boy, long and hard, before bringing his face to the younger’s and kissing him slow and sweet. He broke it to look into the other’s eyes and ask, “Are you sure?”
Taemin bit his lower lip, but nodded. He wanted this for a long time. He’d wanted Minho for a long time.
With Taemin’s reassurance, Minho brought up three fingers to Taemin’s mouth and said, “suck,” and Taemin obliged. After plucking each finger from Taemin’s mouth, Minho quickly brought them to the younger’s awaiting entrance. He slid one in and Taemin made a weird face, wiggling a bit uncomfortably, but Minho didn’t wait much longer to add a second. He moved them around a bit until Taemin seemed better off and then inserted the third.
Taemin bit his lip, eyes closed and sighed a little in annoyance, “Minho, just do it,” he whined.
Minho smirked. Here he was, worried about how comfortable Taemin felt, but Taemin just wanted to get on with, so that’s what Minho did. He positioned himself with ease and slid into the younger boy.
“Ahhh~,” Taemin let out shaky, cute noise.
Minho grunted in return, but controlled himself enough to wait and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Move.”
Minho didn’t need to be told twice.
Minho began with a slow, torturous pace because he really wasn’t sure how Taemin felt and he didn’t want to hurt him. With each excruciatingly slow thrust, they both let out shaky breaths and both just wanted more.
Taemin’s eyes shot open and his hands caught Minho’s face in their grasp. He made sure to make eye contact with Minho before saying, “Too slow,” while nodding.
Minho got it. He stopped all together, nearly pulling out, to Taemin’s displeasure, before thrusting back in with all his might and continued with a pace that left Taemin bouncing up, up and away to the stars.
This caused Taemin to go into a fit of, “Hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung,” and Minho was forced to bite his lip to keep from exploding for a second time before Taemin had even had his first. Though, it didn’t take long because from the moment he became rough, Minho had hit Taemin’s spot each and every time. He let out one last cry of, “Hyunggggggggg,” before his seed covered both his and Minho’s stomachs.
Minho smiled in satisfaction and thrust into the younger boy’s tired body a few more times before releasing his own sperm. He pulled out, laying next to Taemin and tried to catch his breath. He murmured, “Fuck,” as he pulled Taemin close to him. Taemin nodded in agreement. It was quite the unexpected adventure.
Taemin nuzzled his head into Minho’s neck and it was there they fell asleep.
~
The next morning, Minho woke up to find Taemin exactly where he’d left him, in his arms. It was more than pleasing because this was probably something Minho had wanted since he’d been old enough to know what love was. He kissed Taemin’s forehead before snaking his arms out from around him. When he was up, he put on a shirt and shorts to go out in the kitchen and look for food.
He smiled to himself as he poured a bowl of cereal and let his thoughts float to the previous night. It wasn’t just because he’s had sex with Taemin, but also because Taemin said he loved him and Minho believed that whole-heartedly. In a moment like that, nothing could be fake.
When he finished pouring the milk into his bowl, he picked it up and started back to his room, mindless pushing the cereal into the milk with his spoon. He opened the door to see a wide awake Taemin. He smiled at first, but then he saw traces of tears into Taemin’s eyes, so he became worried.
“Oh,” Taemin said in surprise. He smiled a little and wiped away some of his tears.
Minho set down his bowl and went to the edge of the bed where Taemin sat. “What happened?” A dull sense of worry formed in Minho’s stomach. It couldn’t be... regret?
“No,” Taemin started, chuckling a little, “It’s nothing. I’m just stupid. I thought,” he paused and chuckled again, “I thought you left... or something.”
Minho stared at Taemin incredulously. Was he serious? “Why would I leave?” Minho asked like it was the weirdest thing he’d ever heard.
“Well,” Taemin started. There was a tiny glint of that dark smile Minho remembered so well, “I don’t know if you know this, but people don’t like me around much.”
Minho’s mouth formed a line before he took Taemin’s face between his hands, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Taem, if I didn’t want you around, I would have kicked you out last night. I love you. Do you understand that?” Minho was searching Taemin’s eyes and for the very first time in a long while he saw something marvelous: hope.
Taemin smiled, “I understand, hyung. I love you too.”
“Good,” Minho murmured. A smile broke out upon his face and he kissed Taemin like he’d never done before because that’s all he really wanted to do for the rest of his life.
WARNING: it's pretty much porn. Eventually.
Minho took a deep breath as he stared at the red-head laying on his bed through the dark. It’d been another crazy night in Taemin’s world. It’d been out of hand long before tonight, but recently it’d been tearing on Minho more than usual. After all, Minho could only fight so many people and carry Taemin back to his house, completely passed out, so many times unquestioned by his parents before it got old. It was long past old, it was just tiring.
Minho had known Taemin for a long time, but it wasn’t until Taemin’s parents got divorced and fought over who would take care of the child that neither seemed to want that he met the Taemin that he knew now. That had been at least three years ago. It had started out small.
First, Taemin tried to pretend like nothing was happening and Minho didn’t know what to do. He’d tried to talk about it with his best friend, but Taemin would just smile, that dark look in his eyes, and say he was fine. Was there anything more Minho could do?
Then, Taemin started wanting to do weird things, things he wouldn’t have normally done. Things that might have been considered dangerous, but Minho didn’t protest. After all, Taemin was his best friend and if he didn’t go with him he feared Taemin would go alone, and he couldn’t let that happen. Mostly, the acts were simple; such as, tee-peeing people’s houses or stealing donuts from the convenience store. It was nothing too dramatic.
Eventually, mostly when the boys got older, it led to parties. Some may say it’s perfectly normal for teenage boys to go to parties and live it up while they are young. Minho would have agreed, but it just got so out of hand. Not at first, no, it was normal, but Taemin had a problem. He had some serious problems, only to be intensified with alcohol.
So, that led to present day. These days, Minho barely saw a sober Taemin. It was nearly impossible to catch. Not to mention, Taemin was all sorts of trouble when he was drunk. He’d pick fights just to see if he could. Minho started to believe Taemin picked fights just to see him come to the rescue.
He blinked into the darkness and felt a small sting from the black eye he’d received just that night. It wasn’t that Minho liked to fight, but he’d do anything for Taemin. After all, he loved the little bastard. He had to. His whole world revolved around keeping Taemin safe. Nothing else mattered, in Minho’s mind.
~
Minho kept his breathing steady to keep from getting a cramp in his stomach. He still had a long way to his house, but he wasn’t sure he’d make it without a break. At the same time, he still felt the erratic sting in his leg that wouldn’t subside. Not to mention, Taemin was bouncing every which way like a lifeless doll on his back.
He stopped and carefully placed Taemin in the grass near the side walk before settling down there himself. He lifted up the leg of his pants, which happened to be wet, and saw blood streaming down his leg. He sighed. It was to be expected.
He put his pant leg down and looked at Taemin who seemed content with laying there, seemingly lifeless aside from his soft breathing.
“Taemin-ah, you’ve done it again,” he said in a tone that didn’t mean much of anything. He sighed, “I think I’m about to break. You know, I love you. I fucking love you, and I know you know that. But I don’t know how to get through to you.”
Taemin stirred a little bit, but merely rolled over before muttering, “sorry,” like it was easily dismissed.
Minho scoffed into a dark chuckle before looking up at the sky and closing his eyes, in thought.
~
“Oh yeah,” Jonghyun answered, “Minho’s on the soccer team with me. He’s only the best player on the team.” He wiggled his eye-brows at the giggling girls.
“Why haven’t we met sooner?” One of the girls asked while smiling at Minho with sparkling eyes.
Minho gave a smile with his naturally cool expression, “Busy schedule.”
For once, Minho had been having a pretty decent time at this party. He’d been able to relax and talk to people (surprising, I know) instead of chasing Taemin around. He’d made Taemin promise to be on best behavior tonight and so far so good.
“Minho, Minho, Minho, Minho, Minho,” yelled Kibum running at the speed of light, panicked expression intact. Minho turned around and gave Kibum a minute to breath before he spoke again. “Taemin -huh- he went upstairs with some guy -huh- I told him not to but -huh- he didn’t listen and -huh- now I don’t know where he is,” his breaths were still coming unevenly.
Minho’s mouth fell into a straight line before muttering, “shit,” and he ran back into the house and up the stairs. He busted through the first door on the left and saw Taemin in the corner, making out with some guy Minho had never seen before. He rushed over and pulled the guy off of Taemin.
“What the hell, man?” The guy asked.
Minho gave him a death glare, “hands off, buddy.”
The guy put his hands up, “Okay, okay man. Jeez, he came on to me.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he did,” Minho growled as he practically chased the guy out of the room. When he was gone, he shut the door. He turned around and saw Taemin wiping his mouth and staring at Minho, disgruntled.
“What’d you do that for?” Taemin pouted drunkenly.
Minho walked over to Taemin, thoroughly pissed, “You’re so stupid. What were you doing? Trying to get raped?”
Taemin giggled as his head lulled to the side, “It’s called sex, Minho, not rape. If it was rape, I’d have to say no.”
Minho just stared at him, “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you want.” He grabbed for Taemin’s wrists.
Taemin tried to pull away, unsuccessfully, before saying, “Oh, I get it now. You want me for yourself, right? You’re jealous because I was going to have sex with another guy, right? Well, Minho, if you wanted me so badly all you had to do was ask.” He poked Minho in the forehead.
Minho tightened his grip on Taemin’s wrists, becoming more and more angry, “Shut up.”
“If you’re so determined to have me for yourself, let me do a strip tease for you,” Taemin slurred as he pulled away from Minho’s grasp and twirled around in a circle, beginning to take his shirt off.
Minho charged at Taemin and pinned him against the wall by his shirt, “I said shut the fuck up.” At this point, Minho’s body was practically shaking with anger. It was all he could do to keep himself from hitting Taemin.
Taemin scoffed and looked Minho in the eyes, “What are you going to do, Minho? Hit me? Do it, then. I’d rather be hit than have to deal with your moody bull shit any longer. I can’t even get laid anymore because of you, and it’s not like you’re man enough to do the job yourself. You just stand there and watch me. Let’s face it, you don’t give a shit about me because if you did I wouldn’t be so god damn drunk right now and--” but Taemin was cut off. He felt a burning on his cheek where Minho’s hand had just landed.
“Don’t you ever fucking talk to me again, Taemin.” And he walked out the door.
~
Minho sat against his door, eyes closed, trying to drown out the sounds on the other side.
“Open the god damn door, Minho. Please,” Taemin pleaded for the five-hundredth time. He’d literally been trying to get Minho to open the door for two hours, unsuccessfully. “I was so drunk, I didn’t know what I was saying. I’m stupid. It got out of hand. Please, just open the door and let me talk to you.”
But Minho wasn’t having any of that. He was farther than fed up and too deep in with Taemin to ever feel any pure, un-resentful feelings for him. So, that left them here: Taemin pounding on the door, yelling for Minho to let him in, and Minho sitting against the door, listening to every word Taemin had to say, but simply ignoring it.
For the moment, neither could give each other what they truly needed. They’d probably been damned from the beginning. So, Minho fell asleep and Taemin left the next morning, because twenty-four hours was his limit. It rained for a whole three days and Minho still didn’t leave his house.
Three weeks passed, and nothing much changed.
~
To: Minho
From: Taemin
Subject: I’m stupid
Please talk to me. I know I’m stupid, but this is awful. I messed up so bad, but I want to talk to you. I’m sorry. I promise to god I will never drink again if it means you’ll just talk to me. You don’t even have to continue talking to me. Just give me one chance to beg on my knees for forgiveness and I swear if you don’t want to accept it I will leave you alone. You’re more important than anything else to me. I know I take you for granted, but I can change. I know I can change. I just need to get my shit together, but please, Minho, just talk to me. At the very least, let me stand in front of you and speak. I know I’m asking too much again.
I’ll do whatever it takes.
_
Minho read the email several times over, but couldn’t get empty feeling out of his stomach. He’d been missing Taemin too, but this was all a part of the sacrifice he had to make to have a normal life. Besides, Minho had a feeling if he went back now nothing would really change. It was too soon for change, and Minho was still tired.
He shut off his computer and slipped into bed.
~
It was late at night and there was no noise besides the pitter-patter of feet galloping down the street and up to the front of the Choi house. A skinny red-headed boy seemed to be running for his life and only stopping to bang, like his life depended on it, on the front door of the Choi house. Then, a loud screech of, “MINHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”
This continued for merely seconds before the front door was ripped open and the red head was pulled inside.
Minho shoved Taemin onto the chair in his room and paced back and forth angrily before stopping to stare at the younger boy as he asked, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
The younger boy stared up at him stupidly before saying, “I need to talk to you.”
Minho ran his hand through his hair, “You’re fucking crazy, you know that? What are my neighbors going to think? My parents? Do you not think?”
“It’s important,” Taemin persisted. “You’re important to me. Is that so bad?”
Minho just looked at Taemin, “What are you doing here?”
Taemin took a breath and looked down at his feet. He twiddle them a little, swaying back and forth, before looking up at Minho nervously. For once, he seemed to be completely sober and it was already 2:00 A.M. “I told you,” he started, voice shaking a little, “I need to talk to you. Really need to talk to you,” he paused, “I know I’m stupid, but I need you.”
“Why?” Minho’s tone was angry, and rightfully so, “So you can use me some more? I can’t always save you, Taem. I’m not always going to be here for you. I’m so tired of having to carry you home or bail you out. It’s just too much.”
“I know, I know, but... If you just give me one chance, just one more chance, I know I can make it right. I can be better. I can do better,” Taemin’s heart was beating fast, but he stared into Minho’s eyes all the same.
Minho stared at Taemin, searching for something, then took a deep breath, bring his hand up to drag down his face. “I just don’t-” but he was cut off.
Taemin got up in a swift, intentional movement. He took hold of both Minho’s wrists, pushing him back a little, and before Minho could protest he kissed him. Minho could hardly remember his own name. All the anger, resentment, and sadness that he’d felt toward Taemin over the last few years just vanished like nothing had ever happened. So, he kissed back. He kissed back and let his hands grasp at Taemin’s body like he might disappear.
There was that millisecond where he wondered if this was reality. Everything seemed slow and he wondered if this was what was truly meant to happen. However, those thoughts were pushed away and he knew that everything was right.
Being more sure then he’d been in a long time, Minho ripped Taemin’s shirt off of him and help Taemin with his own. It went on like that between kisses until they were both completely nude, falling onto the bed in a heap of tangled passion.
Minho took Taemin’s face in his hands and said between kisses, “I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.”
To which Taemin replied, “I love you too. I always have. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. God, Minho, I’m so sorry.”
“Shhh,” was all Minho replied, but in a calming manner. He kissed Taemin sweetly on the lips over and over again. It was like a never-ending proclamation of love. Taemin began to feel overwhelmed. Minho always did so much for him. He was always comforting him, keeping him safe, and what did Taemin do? Well, that was the problem.
Fed up with himself, Taemin stopped Minho in his trail of kisses. “Wait,” he said, grabbing the older boys face so that he could look into his eyes.
Minho looked at him, a little displeased, and asked, “What?”
“There’s something... I want to do,” Taemin blushed a little, but began to wiggle out from under Minho and he turned Minho onto his back. “Just go with it,” he muttered at the confused expression Minho was giving him.
Minho lay there and let Taemin kiss him on the lips before he slowly trailed down his jaw line, down his neck, down his chest... Minho could only imagine where this was going. “Taem,” he whispered huskily, but Taemin just looked up at him, seductive eyes, continuing his trail down the older boy’s body. He felt himself jolt a little when Taemin finally reached his slightly erect cock.
Taemin took it in his hand and rubbed his thumb over the slit, just slightly. He heard Minho take in a breath and looked up, making direct eye contact. The look in Taemin’s eyes and the slight curl of his lips sent signals to Minho that made him shiver throughout his whole body. Before he could say anything, without breaking eye contact, Taemin bent his head down and took one lick where his thumb has previous been.
Minho groaned because he realized Taemin was teasing him. Again, before he could speak, Taemin spoke up with, “Just kidding, hyung,” and a slight giggle before taking the whole thing into his mouth. It didn’t take long for Minho to become fully erect, watching the way Taemin mostly watched himself, but every once in a while would look up and make eye contact with Minho. It drove him nuts.
He let out one erratic breath after another and slid one hand into Taemin’s hair, the other holding onto the bed sheets. He’d never felt better in his life. It was even better when Taemin moaned, “Hyung,” around his cock and it nearly sent Minho over the edge.
“Again,” Minho muttered in almost incoherency. “Again,” he repeated more defiantly.
So, Taemin continued with repeated, “Hyung,”s again and again until Minho couldn’t take it anymore and spilled into the depths of Taemin’s mouth.
He opened one eye lid to see Taemin sitting up and swallowing whatever was left in his mouth before crawling up to meet Minho face to face. Minho reached a hand up and brought Taemin’s face down for a long, drawn out kiss. He could taste himself on the other’s lips.
While continuing the kiss, Minho made the swift movement to turn them over yet again. He hovered over Taemin, who was looking up at him with lustful eyes. He’d still not been given the satisfaction of release. Minho gave Taemin one last kiss before ghosting down the younger boy’s body to his throbbing, untouched cock. It seems all the previous action had made Taemin very excited.
Minho looked down at the other boy’s member greedily. He gently slid his hand over it every which way, watching Taemin squirm. A smirk formed on his face because it was truly pleasing to see Taemin in such a state over something he was doing.
“Hyung, please,” Taemin begged. He jolted a bit from the slight contact.
Minho just continued to smirk, looking fondly at his work, “Please what?”
Taemin made a small pouting noise along with another jolt before saying, “Please, just... nnngh suck me or fuck me or something,” Taemin squirmed a bit more wildly and glared up at Minho, who was still smirking.
Minho felt his own cock twitch a little at Taemin’s words, but kept his devious poker face study and simply said, “Anything for you,” before taking Taemin’s hardened flesh into his mouth.
The minute Taemin felt Minho’s mouth around him, his back arched higher than either ever thought was possible. “Minhooo~,” he hummed in a low, pleasing tone. The more sound Taemin made, the bigger Minho grew. He wasn’t sure he’d been erect twice in such a short period of time, but it was driving him nearly insane.
Minho continued to bob his head, looking up at Taemin from time to time. Taemin was wearing a heated expression that could only be described as ecstasy. Everything about the red head below him was all he’d ever wanted for long and that was almost enough to drive Minho over the edge for the second time right then and there, but he subdued it.
“Hyung,” Taemin eventually said, panting heavily. Minho just continued, but then Taemin brought his hand to Minho’s face, bringing him up from his current exertion. Minho was confused for the second time tonight, but Taemin was looking at him with confident, lustful eyes. “Minho,” he started, “I wanted you inside me.”
Minho stared up at the boy, long and hard, before bringing his face to the younger’s and kissing him slow and sweet. He broke it to look into the other’s eyes and ask, “Are you sure?”
Taemin bit his lower lip, but nodded. He wanted this for a long time. He’d wanted Minho for a long time.
With Taemin’s reassurance, Minho brought up three fingers to Taemin’s mouth and said, “suck,” and Taemin obliged. After plucking each finger from Taemin’s mouth, Minho quickly brought them to the younger’s awaiting entrance. He slid one in and Taemin made a weird face, wiggling a bit uncomfortably, but Minho didn’t wait much longer to add a second. He moved them around a bit until Taemin seemed better off and then inserted the third.
Taemin bit his lip, eyes closed and sighed a little in annoyance, “Minho, just do it,” he whined.
Minho smirked. Here he was, worried about how comfortable Taemin felt, but Taemin just wanted to get on with, so that’s what Minho did. He positioned himself with ease and slid into the younger boy.
“Ahhh~,” Taemin let out shaky, cute noise.
Minho grunted in return, but controlled himself enough to wait and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Move.”
Minho didn’t need to be told twice.
Minho began with a slow, torturous pace because he really wasn’t sure how Taemin felt and he didn’t want to hurt him. With each excruciatingly slow thrust, they both let out shaky breaths and both just wanted more.
Taemin’s eyes shot open and his hands caught Minho’s face in their grasp. He made sure to make eye contact with Minho before saying, “Too slow,” while nodding.
Minho got it. He stopped all together, nearly pulling out, to Taemin’s displeasure, before thrusting back in with all his might and continued with a pace that left Taemin bouncing up, up and away to the stars.
This caused Taemin to go into a fit of, “Hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung,” and Minho was forced to bite his lip to keep from exploding for a second time before Taemin had even had his first. Though, it didn’t take long because from the moment he became rough, Minho had hit Taemin’s spot each and every time. He let out one last cry of, “Hyunggggggggg,” before his seed covered both his and Minho’s stomachs.
Minho smiled in satisfaction and thrust into the younger boy’s tired body a few more times before releasing his own sperm. He pulled out, laying next to Taemin and tried to catch his breath. He murmured, “Fuck,” as he pulled Taemin close to him. Taemin nodded in agreement. It was quite the unexpected adventure.
Taemin nuzzled his head into Minho’s neck and it was there they fell asleep.
~
The next morning, Minho woke up to find Taemin exactly where he’d left him, in his arms. It was more than pleasing because this was probably something Minho had wanted since he’d been old enough to know what love was. He kissed Taemin’s forehead before snaking his arms out from around him. When he was up, he put on a shirt and shorts to go out in the kitchen and look for food.
He smiled to himself as he poured a bowl of cereal and let his thoughts float to the previous night. It wasn’t just because he’s had sex with Taemin, but also because Taemin said he loved him and Minho believed that whole-heartedly. In a moment like that, nothing could be fake.
When he finished pouring the milk into his bowl, he picked it up and started back to his room, mindless pushing the cereal into the milk with his spoon. He opened the door to see a wide awake Taemin. He smiled at first, but then he saw traces of tears into Taemin’s eyes, so he became worried.
“Oh,” Taemin said in surprise. He smiled a little and wiped away some of his tears.
Minho set down his bowl and went to the edge of the bed where Taemin sat. “What happened?” A dull sense of worry formed in Minho’s stomach. It couldn’t be... regret?
“No,” Taemin started, chuckling a little, “It’s nothing. I’m just stupid. I thought,” he paused and chuckled again, “I thought you left... or something.”
Minho stared at Taemin incredulously. Was he serious? “Why would I leave?” Minho asked like it was the weirdest thing he’d ever heard.
“Well,” Taemin started. There was a tiny glint of that dark smile Minho remembered so well, “I don’t know if you know this, but people don’t like me around much.”
Minho’s mouth formed a line before he took Taemin’s face between his hands, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Taem, if I didn’t want you around, I would have kicked you out last night. I love you. Do you understand that?” Minho was searching Taemin’s eyes and for the very first time in a long while he saw something marvelous: hope.
Taemin smiled, “I understand, hyung. I love you too.”
“Good,” Minho murmured. A smile broke out upon his face and he kissed Taemin like he’d never done before because that’s all he really wanted to do for the rest of his life.