Whatcha Say?
TITLE: Whatcha Say? (Pt. 3 of The Letdown)
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRING: JongHo, hint!JongKey
RATING: PG-15/NC-17
GENRE: Angst with a little smut
SUMMARY: Tell me whatcha say? I really need you in my life 'cause things ain't right. 'Cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out, I just didn't know where to go. I'll do anything for you.
A/N: So here's the next part. I'm not sure how you'll feel about it, but oh well... Warning! This one starts off in first person, but for a good reason. The rest will continue to be in third. I hope you like it! If not, MIANHE! Oh and please join the new community annyeonghase_yo, wemwems, and myself have started societyofshinee
Prologue | The Letdown | The Way Down
WHATCHA SAY?
I was walking home from work when I decided to stop by my favorite café for a little afternoon treat. I walk through the door and up to the counter, giving the girl behind the counter a big smile.
“I haven’t seen you in awhile,” she says to me.
“I know, I’ve been busy lately.”
“The usual?”
“Of course.”
“You going to stay here to enjoy it?”
“No, make it to go today. I wanna head back to my place. I had a long day. I just want to relax on my couch and watch some pointless television.”
“I wish I could do that,” she replies as she starts to get my normal order ready.
“When are you off?”
“Not for another four hours.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m sure it’ll go by in no time.”
“I hope so,” she places the cover on my drink and then places my favorite pastry into a small box for me. I hand over the money and take the food from her. I wave my hand to tell her to keep the change before we exchange one last pair of warm smiles. I turn away from the counter to leave when something catches my eyes. Well it isn’t so much of a something but rather a someone. Someones to be exact.
I had recognized him out of the corner of my eye. I knew who he was. He was Minho’s boyfriend. I’ve seen him around the office before, the only reason I knew they were dating was because of the chaste kisses they shared when they thought no one was looking. That and the pictures Minho had of them in his office. But the guy he was with wasn’t someone I had ever seen before. And he definitely wasn’t Minho. I could tell there was something going on between the two by the way they were with one another. A little too touchy feely for people who were just friends.
Someone clears their throat and I realize that I’m blocking the line to the counter before quickly moving aside. I take a few paces forward so that the crowd isn’t blocking my view of the obvious couple in the corner. It’s when Minho’s boyfriend leans into the other to whisper something in his ear that I know that something is going on between the two. I see the slightly taller of the two start to giggle from what the other just said and I can feel the anger boiling in my veins. How could that stupid dinosaur looking man do this to Minho? Sweet, caring, hot as hell Minho?
I don’t need to think about what to do. I quickly whip out my phone from my pocket and take several pictures of the two. If he thinks he can get away with cheating then he has another thing coming. Someone like him doesn’t deserve Minho. I rush out of the café and to the nearby photo developing shop. I am not going to sit back and watch someone toy with Minho. He didn’t deserve him and I was going to make sure that he paid for what he was doing.
*~*
It didn’t take Minho as long as he thought it would to pack up all his things in the apartment. Probably because he had enlisted his best friend, Donghae, to help him out. The latter had offered his place to Minho until he found a new apartment and Minho was grateful to have a friend like him. The best thing about his best friend was that he didn’t ask questions. He didn’t say anything when Minho called him, rage and hurt in his voice as he asked for the older’s help to pack and move his things. He didn’t ask a single question when a few tears managed to escape Minho’s eyes after they reached his apartment. He just let Minho be, knowing that the younger will come to him when he felt like it.
But Minho would be lying if he said that the days after he received that photo weren’t hard for him. He was the living dead, walking around without purpose. He was extremely heart broken by the betrayal of his lover. He seriously thought that Jonghyun had changed and to find out that it was all just a lie. Just a web of fabricated truths to divert his attention away from the hidden truth. And he is the fool who fell for it. The fool who was so blinded by the raw love and passion he felt for his boyfriend. What they say is true, love really is blind. It is one of the most amazing feelings in the world, but it can cause so much pain that not even the strongest narcotic could come close to relieving. At this point Minho would rather get hit by a car, shot at point blank, kicked in the nuts, and slice his finger on a piece of paper than to deal with excruciating pain he felt in the place where his heart should be.
There was one thing that would distract him from the cluster fuck that was his life. And that was the young delivery boy that he was seeing more and more of these days. Lee Taemin is his name and he is probably the most lively person he knows in his life. Able to brighten the room with his carefree smile and childlike innocence.
“Good afternoon Minho hyung!” Taemin greets, sticking his head into the older’s office.
“Hello Taemin-ah,” he responds, not bothering to look away from his computer. He can see the younger walk into the room, closing the door softly behind him before taking a seat on the couch. Minho continued to type out the e-mail to his boss about his upcoming proposal. He had thrown himself into his work even more now in hopes to take his mind off of Jonghyun and as a result finished most of the work he had been assigned long before their deadlines. At this point he was just coming into work to just be there and get paid.
“Hyung, are you busy today? Did you need me to go?”
“No, you’re fine Taemin-ah,” he hits the send button and turns in his chair to face the other. Taemin was definitely a gorgeous person compared to both men and women. And if Minho wasn’t still healing or at least attempting to heal what was left of his heart, he’s pretty sure he would have made a move on the younger by now. It didn’t help that Taemin made it annoyingly obvious that he was attracted to the older.
“How are you doing these days hyung? I haven’t seen you the last few times I’ve been here.”
“I’m okay. I’ve just been running around the city. Getting things ready for the unveiling of my newest project. It’s taken almost a full year to get this building up and up to par with my vision. I’m quite proud of it.”
“When is the big day again?”
“A week from tomorrow.”
“I’m excited to see it. I’m sure it will be more amazing than the sketches you’ve shown me of it.”
“You wouldn’t believe how astonishing it looks. I’m a little taken aback at how close to my actual vision this project got. Normally, it’s hard for me to remember what my original idea was when it all started, but this time it’s different. I know exactly what I was thinking when I drew up that first sketch and that building is it.”
“Hyung I love seeing how passionate you are about your job.”
“Thank you Taemin-ah. I’m one of the lucky few who have been able to make a job out of their passion.”
“I wish I’ll be that lucky one day. But it’s a little bit harder to make a career out of dance.”
“Nothing is impossible Taemin-ah especially if you want it bad enough.”
“Do you mean that hyung?” Taemin gets up from his seat and walks over to the desk. Hands coming to rest on the edge, body leaning forward slightly.
“Of course I am,” he turns his attention back to the computer screen in front of him, not liking the drastic change in the air of his office. The usual innocent aura surrounding the other was long gone, replaced by unadulterated lust.
“Hyung,” Taemin breathes out, making his way around the desk. His hands were now on the back of Minho’s chair, sweat was beginning to form on the forehead of the older. Minho can hear the sounds of Taemin’s hands gripping the leather of his chair before it turns and he’s facing the other, “There is something that I want even more than that.”
“Oh?” Minho’s throat has gone dry and his breath is shallow.
“Uh huh. And you’re the perfect person to help me obtain it.”
“Oh?”
“Is that all you can say hyung?” Taemin was now in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.
“Uh…”
“Hyung your lips look dry. Let me help you with that,” Minho inhales a sharp breath as Taemin’s face gets closer to his, tongue sticking out of his mouth just a little. He feels light-headed when that tongue starts to slowly roam over his lips.
“Tae-Taemin-ah,” he gasps.
“Yes hyung?”
“St-stop.”
“Are you sure you want me to stop?”
“I-I…” Minho’s breath is staggered and Taemin takes that as a chance to crash their lips together. A smirk graces his mouth when he feels Minho start to respond to him, strong hands gripping his waist. He tilts his head to the side and opens his mouth to let Minho in. Their tongues quickly began to dance around each other, taking turns wrapping around the other, tugging each other into their mouths, neither one of them wanting to give in to the other.
Hands started to roam over bodies, slipping under shirts and exploring the silky skin underneath. Minds were clouded by passion and lust. Breaths were shallow and ragged. Friction was caused by jeans rubbing against cotton. Mewls and soft moans escaped lips as the kisses got more intense and the touches got more bold.
“No,” Minho finally said, pushing Taemin away from him. He stood up, placing the younger on the floor and straightening his clothes.
“No?” Taemin took a step towards the taller man and wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. He lifts himself up on his tippy-toes, bringing his mouth right up against Minho’s ear causing the older to flinch at the feel of it, “Are you sure about that hyung? I’m not one to give second chances.”
“Taemin-ah,” Minho says, placing his hands on the small shoulders and pushing him away, “What are you doing?”
“I think it’s obvious what I’m doing hyung.”
“No, you… We can’t be doing this.”
“And why not?” the look in his eyes is so intense that Minho has to look away.
“Because, you’re still a kid.”
“I am not a kid! I’m 18, legally an adult.”
“And I’m 26!”
“Age ain’t nothing but a number.”
“I really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Yes, you should. I know you want me hyung especially after what just happened between us. You can’t deny that we have a connection.”
“I’m not denying anything Taemin. I just don’t want either one of us to regret this.”
“I know what I want hyung.”
“You’re 18, you have no idea what you want.”
“Don’t speak for me. I’m a grown man. I know what I want,” Taemin pushes Minho up against his desk, body pressing into the other’s.
“Taemin-ah,” Minho starts, “Fuck it.”
“I’d rather you fuck me,” Taemin responds with a seductive smirk before their lips are attached in another heated kiss. It doesn’t take long for them to relocate to the couch, leaving a trail of shirts, a tie, and tank tops in their wake.
“Are you sure about this?” Minho asks, hovering above the small frame of the college student underneath him. Taemin just sits up and starts to trail kisses all over the other’s jawline and neck, eventually leading up to his ear.
“Take me Minho hyung,” he breathes into the ear, taking the lobe into his mouth to suck on it a little bit. Another smirk crosses his lips when he hears a low guttural moan leave the older’s mouth. Be softly tugs at the ear before saying, “Make me yours.”
And that’s all Minho needs to hear before he’s tugging both of their pants off along with their boxers. Erections rubbing up against each other. Their bodies becoming slick with the film of sweat building up on them. Taemin is already half-gone, unable to believe that his wet dreams were finally crossing the line from his subconscious to his conscious. He wasn’t a virgin, having lost his virginity back in high school to Yunho, his best friend’s older brother. That was the only time he had ever done it though, not really seeing the appeal in the action afterwards. Well it was a mixture of that and not being able to find someone worthy of being his second since his first was obviously a mistake. The first time the younger saw Minho though, he made it his mission to have the successful and gorgeous architect be his second.
“Let me know if I hurt you okay?” Minho orders, fingers slipping past swollen lips to be sucked and licked until they were slick with saliva.
“Mm,” Taemin replies, opening his mouth to let the fingers out. He watches as they make their way between his parted legs until they disappear, the feel of one pushing through the ring of muscles in his ass. He arches his back and wiggles around a bit to get used to the intrusion and when he nods, Minho adds in a second and then third finger. Taemin can feel his muscles slowly stretching to accommodate the older’s fingers, “I’m ready hyung.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I need you in me, please.”
“Okay,” they both hiss when the fingers are withdrawn, but Minho quickly places himself at the now stretched hole. He slowly starts to push in, realizing he should have spend just a little more time preparing the other. He was still so tight, “Taemin-ah.”
“Argh… hyung…”
“You’re still so tight.”
“You’re so huge hyung, I don’t know if you’ll fit.”
“Oh I’ll fit. Don’t worry about that. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’ll be fine,” Minho had stopped moving at this point, only about halfway in, wanting to give the other time to adjust to his length.
“Hyung,” he breathes out, “Just do it hyung.”
“But…”
“Do it,” Taemin crashes their mouths together again. It gets intense and sloppy real fast, both using it as a distraction for when Minho shoves himself all the way up to the hilt. The sex that follows is intense and mind-blowing. The pleasure, passion, and lust filling up the room in an instant. Their bodies were moving in time with one another, neither one really thinking about where, when, or how to move. It all just came naturally to the two. They were engaged in an all-too-familiar version of the horizontal tango. When they finally reach their climaxes, it all becomes too much, both mouths opening in silent screams. Minho collapses onto the younger boy, barely able to breath as Taemin starts to slowly rub his back. The exhaustion their bodies feel hinder them from even thinking about moving from their spot.
“Minho hyung,” the smaller finally says.
“Am I crushing you?”
“You’re fine.”
“Okay. What did you want to say to me then?”
“Just so you know… I…”
A/N: I know I felt you all hanging. And I'm sure you though this was probably the last part, but SURPRISE it's not. The next part for sure will be the last part. This was more of a little side story... haha. Did you like it? And again please join the new community annyeonghase_yo, wemwems, and myself have started societyofshinee or face the wrath of the Almighty Key-va
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRING: JongHo, hint!JongKey
RATING: PG-15/NC-17
GENRE: Angst with a little smut
SUMMARY: Tell me whatcha say? I really need you in my life 'cause things ain't right. 'Cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out, I just didn't know where to go. I'll do anything for you.
A/N: So here's the next part. I'm not sure how you'll feel about it, but oh well... Warning! This one starts off in first person, but for a good reason. The rest will continue to be in third. I hope you like it! If not, MIANHE! Oh and please join the new community annyeonghase_yo, wemwems, and myself have started societyofshinee
Prologue | The Letdown | The Way Down
WHATCHA SAY?
I was walking home from work when I decided to stop by my favorite café for a little afternoon treat. I walk through the door and up to the counter, giving the girl behind the counter a big smile.
“I haven’t seen you in awhile,” she says to me.
“I know, I’ve been busy lately.”
“The usual?”
“Of course.”
“You going to stay here to enjoy it?”
“No, make it to go today. I wanna head back to my place. I had a long day. I just want to relax on my couch and watch some pointless television.”
“I wish I could do that,” she replies as she starts to get my normal order ready.
“When are you off?”
“Not for another four hours.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m sure it’ll go by in no time.”
“I hope so,” she places the cover on my drink and then places my favorite pastry into a small box for me. I hand over the money and take the food from her. I wave my hand to tell her to keep the change before we exchange one last pair of warm smiles. I turn away from the counter to leave when something catches my eyes. Well it isn’t so much of a something but rather a someone. Someones to be exact.
I had recognized him out of the corner of my eye. I knew who he was. He was Minho’s boyfriend. I’ve seen him around the office before, the only reason I knew they were dating was because of the chaste kisses they shared when they thought no one was looking. That and the pictures Minho had of them in his office. But the guy he was with wasn’t someone I had ever seen before. And he definitely wasn’t Minho. I could tell there was something going on between the two by the way they were with one another. A little too touchy feely for people who were just friends.
Someone clears their throat and I realize that I’m blocking the line to the counter before quickly moving aside. I take a few paces forward so that the crowd isn’t blocking my view of the obvious couple in the corner. It’s when Minho’s boyfriend leans into the other to whisper something in his ear that I know that something is going on between the two. I see the slightly taller of the two start to giggle from what the other just said and I can feel the anger boiling in my veins. How could that stupid dinosaur looking man do this to Minho? Sweet, caring, hot as hell Minho?
I don’t need to think about what to do. I quickly whip out my phone from my pocket and take several pictures of the two. If he thinks he can get away with cheating then he has another thing coming. Someone like him doesn’t deserve Minho. I rush out of the café and to the nearby photo developing shop. I am not going to sit back and watch someone toy with Minho. He didn’t deserve him and I was going to make sure that he paid for what he was doing.
*~*
It didn’t take Minho as long as he thought it would to pack up all his things in the apartment. Probably because he had enlisted his best friend, Donghae, to help him out. The latter had offered his place to Minho until he found a new apartment and Minho was grateful to have a friend like him. The best thing about his best friend was that he didn’t ask questions. He didn’t say anything when Minho called him, rage and hurt in his voice as he asked for the older’s help to pack and move his things. He didn’t ask a single question when a few tears managed to escape Minho’s eyes after they reached his apartment. He just let Minho be, knowing that the younger will come to him when he felt like it.
But Minho would be lying if he said that the days after he received that photo weren’t hard for him. He was the living dead, walking around without purpose. He was extremely heart broken by the betrayal of his lover. He seriously thought that Jonghyun had changed and to find out that it was all just a lie. Just a web of fabricated truths to divert his attention away from the hidden truth. And he is the fool who fell for it. The fool who was so blinded by the raw love and passion he felt for his boyfriend. What they say is true, love really is blind. It is one of the most amazing feelings in the world, but it can cause so much pain that not even the strongest narcotic could come close to relieving. At this point Minho would rather get hit by a car, shot at point blank, kicked in the nuts, and slice his finger on a piece of paper than to deal with excruciating pain he felt in the place where his heart should be.
There was one thing that would distract him from the cluster fuck that was his life. And that was the young delivery boy that he was seeing more and more of these days. Lee Taemin is his name and he is probably the most lively person he knows in his life. Able to brighten the room with his carefree smile and childlike innocence.
“Good afternoon Minho hyung!” Taemin greets, sticking his head into the older’s office.
“Hello Taemin-ah,” he responds, not bothering to look away from his computer. He can see the younger walk into the room, closing the door softly behind him before taking a seat on the couch. Minho continued to type out the e-mail to his boss about his upcoming proposal. He had thrown himself into his work even more now in hopes to take his mind off of Jonghyun and as a result finished most of the work he had been assigned long before their deadlines. At this point he was just coming into work to just be there and get paid.
“Hyung, are you busy today? Did you need me to go?”
“No, you’re fine Taemin-ah,” he hits the send button and turns in his chair to face the other. Taemin was definitely a gorgeous person compared to both men and women. And if Minho wasn’t still healing or at least attempting to heal what was left of his heart, he’s pretty sure he would have made a move on the younger by now. It didn’t help that Taemin made it annoyingly obvious that he was attracted to the older.
“How are you doing these days hyung? I haven’t seen you the last few times I’ve been here.”
“I’m okay. I’ve just been running around the city. Getting things ready for the unveiling of my newest project. It’s taken almost a full year to get this building up and up to par with my vision. I’m quite proud of it.”
“When is the big day again?”
“A week from tomorrow.”
“I’m excited to see it. I’m sure it will be more amazing than the sketches you’ve shown me of it.”
“You wouldn’t believe how astonishing it looks. I’m a little taken aback at how close to my actual vision this project got. Normally, it’s hard for me to remember what my original idea was when it all started, but this time it’s different. I know exactly what I was thinking when I drew up that first sketch and that building is it.”
“Hyung I love seeing how passionate you are about your job.”
“Thank you Taemin-ah. I’m one of the lucky few who have been able to make a job out of their passion.”
“I wish I’ll be that lucky one day. But it’s a little bit harder to make a career out of dance.”
“Nothing is impossible Taemin-ah especially if you want it bad enough.”
“Do you mean that hyung?” Taemin gets up from his seat and walks over to the desk. Hands coming to rest on the edge, body leaning forward slightly.
“Of course I am,” he turns his attention back to the computer screen in front of him, not liking the drastic change in the air of his office. The usual innocent aura surrounding the other was long gone, replaced by unadulterated lust.
“Hyung,” Taemin breathes out, making his way around the desk. His hands were now on the back of Minho’s chair, sweat was beginning to form on the forehead of the older. Minho can hear the sounds of Taemin’s hands gripping the leather of his chair before it turns and he’s facing the other, “There is something that I want even more than that.”
“Oh?” Minho’s throat has gone dry and his breath is shallow.
“Uh huh. And you’re the perfect person to help me obtain it.”
“Oh?”
“Is that all you can say hyung?” Taemin was now in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.
“Uh…”
“Hyung your lips look dry. Let me help you with that,” Minho inhales a sharp breath as Taemin’s face gets closer to his, tongue sticking out of his mouth just a little. He feels light-headed when that tongue starts to slowly roam over his lips.
“Tae-Taemin-ah,” he gasps.
“Yes hyung?”
“St-stop.”
“Are you sure you want me to stop?”
“I-I…” Minho’s breath is staggered and Taemin takes that as a chance to crash their lips together. A smirk graces his mouth when he feels Minho start to respond to him, strong hands gripping his waist. He tilts his head to the side and opens his mouth to let Minho in. Their tongues quickly began to dance around each other, taking turns wrapping around the other, tugging each other into their mouths, neither one of them wanting to give in to the other.
Hands started to roam over bodies, slipping under shirts and exploring the silky skin underneath. Minds were clouded by passion and lust. Breaths were shallow and ragged. Friction was caused by jeans rubbing against cotton. Mewls and soft moans escaped lips as the kisses got more intense and the touches got more bold.
“No,” Minho finally said, pushing Taemin away from him. He stood up, placing the younger on the floor and straightening his clothes.
“No?” Taemin took a step towards the taller man and wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. He lifts himself up on his tippy-toes, bringing his mouth right up against Minho’s ear causing the older to flinch at the feel of it, “Are you sure about that hyung? I’m not one to give second chances.”
“Taemin-ah,” Minho says, placing his hands on the small shoulders and pushing him away, “What are you doing?”
“I think it’s obvious what I’m doing hyung.”
“No, you… We can’t be doing this.”
“And why not?” the look in his eyes is so intense that Minho has to look away.
“Because, you’re still a kid.”
“I am not a kid! I’m 18, legally an adult.”
“And I’m 26!”
“Age ain’t nothing but a number.”
“I really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Yes, you should. I know you want me hyung especially after what just happened between us. You can’t deny that we have a connection.”
“I’m not denying anything Taemin. I just don’t want either one of us to regret this.”
“I know what I want hyung.”
“You’re 18, you have no idea what you want.”
“Don’t speak for me. I’m a grown man. I know what I want,” Taemin pushes Minho up against his desk, body pressing into the other’s.
“Taemin-ah,” Minho starts, “Fuck it.”
“I’d rather you fuck me,” Taemin responds with a seductive smirk before their lips are attached in another heated kiss. It doesn’t take long for them to relocate to the couch, leaving a trail of shirts, a tie, and tank tops in their wake.
“Are you sure about this?” Minho asks, hovering above the small frame of the college student underneath him. Taemin just sits up and starts to trail kisses all over the other’s jawline and neck, eventually leading up to his ear.
“Take me Minho hyung,” he breathes into the ear, taking the lobe into his mouth to suck on it a little bit. Another smirk crosses his lips when he hears a low guttural moan leave the older’s mouth. Be softly tugs at the ear before saying, “Make me yours.”
And that’s all Minho needs to hear before he’s tugging both of their pants off along with their boxers. Erections rubbing up against each other. Their bodies becoming slick with the film of sweat building up on them. Taemin is already half-gone, unable to believe that his wet dreams were finally crossing the line from his subconscious to his conscious. He wasn’t a virgin, having lost his virginity back in high school to Yunho, his best friend’s older brother. That was the only time he had ever done it though, not really seeing the appeal in the action afterwards. Well it was a mixture of that and not being able to find someone worthy of being his second since his first was obviously a mistake. The first time the younger saw Minho though, he made it his mission to have the successful and gorgeous architect be his second.
“Let me know if I hurt you okay?” Minho orders, fingers slipping past swollen lips to be sucked and licked until they were slick with saliva.
“Mm,” Taemin replies, opening his mouth to let the fingers out. He watches as they make their way between his parted legs until they disappear, the feel of one pushing through the ring of muscles in his ass. He arches his back and wiggles around a bit to get used to the intrusion and when he nods, Minho adds in a second and then third finger. Taemin can feel his muscles slowly stretching to accommodate the older’s fingers, “I’m ready hyung.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I need you in me, please.”
“Okay,” they both hiss when the fingers are withdrawn, but Minho quickly places himself at the now stretched hole. He slowly starts to push in, realizing he should have spend just a little more time preparing the other. He was still so tight, “Taemin-ah.”
“Argh… hyung…”
“You’re still so tight.”
“You’re so huge hyung, I don’t know if you’ll fit.”
“Oh I’ll fit. Don’t worry about that. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’ll be fine,” Minho had stopped moving at this point, only about halfway in, wanting to give the other time to adjust to his length.
“Hyung,” he breathes out, “Just do it hyung.”
“But…”
“Do it,” Taemin crashes their mouths together again. It gets intense and sloppy real fast, both using it as a distraction for when Minho shoves himself all the way up to the hilt. The sex that follows is intense and mind-blowing. The pleasure, passion, and lust filling up the room in an instant. Their bodies were moving in time with one another, neither one really thinking about where, when, or how to move. It all just came naturally to the two. They were engaged in an all-too-familiar version of the horizontal tango. When they finally reach their climaxes, it all becomes too much, both mouths opening in silent screams. Minho collapses onto the younger boy, barely able to breath as Taemin starts to slowly rub his back. The exhaustion their bodies feel hinder them from even thinking about moving from their spot.
“Minho hyung,” the smaller finally says.
“Am I crushing you?”
“You’re fine.”
“Okay. What did you want to say to me then?”
“Just so you know… I…”
A/N: I know I felt you all hanging. And I'm sure you though this was probably the last part, but SURPRISE it's not. The next part for sure will be the last part. This was more of a little side story... haha. Did you like it? And again please join the new community annyeonghase_yo, wemwems, and myself have started societyofshinee or face the wrath of the Almighty Key-va