One second- Four years
Title: One second- Four years.
Chapter: 7/7
Pairing: 2min, Minkey, Ontae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Summary: “I’m going to France for….I don’t know how long I would be there.” My voice sounded a little too shaky.
“France.”
“I’m a little stupid, aren’t I? I’m trying my best to forget about Choi Minho but I’m going somewhere that would remind me so much of him.”
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Taemin POV
There were times where I thought I have gotten over Minho and moved on; Onew treated me really well or probably even better than him. I did not fight with him as much as I did with Minho and he gave in to me almost all the time. But that wasn’t what I really wanted-I knew it all along that I was a spoilt brat and I needed someone to guide me along instead of agreeing with whatever that I had done. I used to think that arguing with a lover was a pretty pleasurable thing, but fighting with Onew was a totally different issue; it made me feel so bad and messed up.
During the first six months, I really enjoyed his company. It just took me long enough to realize that he was just a replacement for Minho and I was sure my actions had hurt him a lot. He was in my mind even as I fell asleep in Onew’s arms or when he pressed his lips against mine. I managed to keep everything to myself but not all the time. Onew and I had sexual intercourse once or twice a week, but when it gets too pleasurable, I couldn’t help but mutter Minho’s name between my lips.
It was then when I realized that finding myself a new partner wasn’t enough to allow me to start afresh. On the day I packed my bags and made my way to the airport, I decided to give Minho a call to bid him farewell. He sounded groggy when he picked up the phone.
“Hi.”I greeted him.
“Hey, Taemin.” We did not spoke for a while after that, “How are you?”
“Yea….good. It’s been eight months since we last met.”
“That’s a pretty long time. I still think you of, you know?” I was taken aback by Minho’s statement and I began to fear that I would be shaken by it.
“I….That’s…. I called to tell you that I’m leaving Korea for awhile.”
“Where? And how long?”
“I’m going to France for….I don’t know how long I would be there.” My voice sounded a little too shaky.
“France.”
“I’m a little stupid, aren’t I? I’m trying my best to forget about Choi Minho but I’m going somewhere that would remind me so much of him.”
“Then Lee Taemin should not forget about him.” Minho’s voice was too gentle; it seemed as if he had so much faith in me that I would return to him. Just as I was about to say goodbye, he spoke before I did. “Tu me manques .”
“What does that mean?”
“Figure it out when you’re in France.” That was the end of our phone call and he ended it more suavely than I did.
Little that I know that this was the last time I ever spoke to him for the next four years.
Love fades and I guess ours did too. Thinking of Minho used to be something really painful for me but he just became a really fond memory that I had. Eventually, I wasn’t afraid when his face just popped up in my mind; I enjoyed it in fact. I thought about him when I took pictures of French girls lying beneath silk blankets at the studio I worked in. Interestingly, I wasn’t really attracted to anyone during my stay in Nice. Instead, I bought a golden retriever to keep me company in my empty apartment and brought it out for walks at the beach during the evening.
I named my puppy Hoho.
It took me two and a half years before I gained a little confidence in myself when I spoke in French. But the first thing I tried to figure out after that was whatever that Minho said before I left Korea; I couldn’t pronounce it properly and it sounded gibberish when I did, but remembering it with his voice was a lot simpler. And when I finally got it translated, I began to regret like crazy because I started missing him all over again. The heart ache came back all of a sudden and I no longer adore it when Minho came to my mind.
For the next few nights, I started intoxicating myself with cocktails, vodka and anything alcoholic so that he could get out of my mind.
“STOP THINKING OF MINHO, GOD DAMN IT!” That was the last thing I could remember every night before I was officially knocked out by the amount of alcohol I consumed. I would then wake up the next morning with blood shot eyes although I couldn’t remember myself crying. I finally had enough of this shit and decided that it was time to return to Korea.
It all happened too quickly. I quit my job the very next day and bought the earliest flight back to Incheon Airport. I avoided him for four years which seemed like the entire lifetime and it’s time to stop.
I took a cab to Minho’s apartment the moment I reached Seoul. I wanted to knock on his front door and tell him “Hey, I’m back”. But I didn’t; I sat down on the floor with my knees drawn to my chest in front of his house before I left an hour later. What if Key was the one who opens the door and greets me? I wasn’t prepared for disappointments.
…. ….
Pulling my luggage to the French café, I sat down in our usual seat and stared at the same old Polaroid blankly. It was taken seven years ago and we didn’t expect that things would end in this manner seven years later.
“I miss you too, Minho.” Yea, I really do.
“Me too, Taemin.” I froze for a second when I heard his voice. Standing up from my seat, I noticed a figure in a worn out sweatshirt and sweatpants standing at the glass door. “You’re back.”
“Yea…Yea I’m back.” Wiping the tears away from the corner of my eyes, I slivered a gentle smile at Minho whom was walking towards my direction, step by step. “Do you remember?”
“No.” He shook his head. “But I’ve fallen for you all over again.”
“Really? How long did it take?” As he wrapped his arms around my waist, Minho kissed my tears away gently and replied,
“About…. A second?”
Cupping my hands around his cheeks, I rubbed my thumb over the small shallow scar on his face and planted a kiss on his lips.
“I tried to forget you, but I can’t. Not even for a second.”
“Then don’t even try to, Taemin.”Minho cornered me towards the edge of the table and allowed his lips to crash into mine, “French kissing in a French café.”
“I like it.” I giggled and fondled with his hair between my fingers.
We continued have morning sex and he kept wetting the wooden floor after showers. No, the arguments did not stop either-we fought and forgave each other with kisses after five minutes. Minho began to adore Hoho a lot even though it had relieved itself on his T-shirts for a couple of times.
Minho did not remember our past, but it no longer matters.
A/N: Okay…. Done. I’m upset because I got B and B+ for two subjects. I’M UPSET AND DEMORALIZED. Please comment ^^