before it explodes {2/4}; kai/taemin | kai/luhan; PG-15
chapter two.
taemin wonders if it had been a rash decision on his part, when it came to the relationship he shared with kai. he had just turned seventeen when kai shyly interlinked their hands (like how they always did) and lightly grazed his knuckles with his lips. i love you. taemin remembers the way kai says it; whispering and half hoping taemin didn't catch it.
taemin's heart did a double take -- kai was so young. not that he was that old, but still. a year older is none the wiser. there was no harm in giving them a try. kai shone with pride when taemin said i love me too, but i love you more though and leaned down to kiss him on the side of his lips.
kai went through a growth spurt on the last few months of him being sixteenth; standing taller than taemin and being able to carry him now. they'd dance together, sometimes to group dances or just to random classical music where they would end up cuddling on the ground. they'd kiss, kai would hug and pet him on his back till he drifted to sleep.
to jongin: youre debuting… lets end this… better this way…
there was a prickly ache in his heart as he typed it with heavy fingers. he couldn't put a finger to what it was. did it mean that he liked kai? he sighed and placed his phone on the nightstand, fingers dancing across the screen as he laid sideways on his bed. his phone had started to vibrate with each message coming in.
he's not calling… must still be in a meeting or something.
to a certain point of watching his phone constantly lighting up with the constant stream of messaging, taemin fell asleep. to a certain point of waiting for kai to call, taemin started to cry.
kai actually calls jonghyun four days after to ask about taemin.
"you can't ignore him forever." jonghyun says, disgruntled.
"i'm going to take however long i'm given."
somewhere along two weeks, taemin overhears one of the guards telling the other that kai and luhan had sex in exo-m's practice room two weeks ago. wanna watch? i had it recorded. the chinese one was fucking fantastic. hahaha
he'd never felt worse at the moment.
he didn't know what to do. cry? kai had already found someone else to replace him right after taemin left. luhan. he covers his mouth as he lets out a strangled sob -- something he'd never think he could be capable of. years of training and living the lifestyle of an idol had made him build up his barrier.
taemin drags his feet back to the dormitory, meeting a couple of exo members on the way. he had refused to greet them. he sees minho lounging on the couch, legs hanging over the armrest and a bag of chips on his chest.
"hyung,"
"huh?"
"do you think luhan is pretty?"
"yeah. for a boy he is." minho says, but doesn't look up.
"than me?"
minho glances at taemin, before sniggering and reaching over to change the channel.
"in your current state? duh. look at yourself in the mirror. you look like an uncharged battery. go put some makeup on."
taemin lays in his bed, skipping all meals before he was reprimanded for not attending practice.
the next time taemin meets kai was after he had his extensions done, with the latter's fingers threading through them. he felt fucking great. kai was placing feathery kisses along his shoulder, up his neck and all around his face. he had kai's tongue dancing with his in a second, his arms looped around his neck.
he could barely see it, but he did. there was pretty little luhan with his trembling knees standing behind the door. taemin just did what anyone would do -- pulled kai off by his hair and pushed his head against his neck. kai continued making out with taemin's neck, occasionally digging his nose into taemin's hair; smelled of sweat but so sweet sweet sweet.
taemin's eyes were covered by his unpinned bangs, but oh, could luhan see the devious smile on his lips. his knees gave way, dropping onto the carpeted floor. his hands could hardly stop the heartbreaking gasp before the waterworks started.
by now taemin was smiling so hard. poor, poor little luhan trying to stop his tears. it was fucking glorious.
"jongin oh yes," taemin whimpers, hands grabbing onto the back of kai's shirt, "you're so good."
god revenge was fucking good.
the door was fully closed now, luhan was out of sight, but taemin knew just what to do.
"oh god, jongin, stop," taemin whispers into his ear.
"what?"
kai was having a hard time catching his breath, both foreheads leaning against the other.
"y'know what would turn me on so much?" taemin leans in, but doesn't touch kai's lips before pulling away.
he eggs him on.
"lets fuck loud tonight. pretend no one is around." taemin continues grinding himself on kai.
"oh you would like it, you naughty bitch."
"yes i do, i do. i want you to fuck me so hard right now."
"we can," kai grins, hands touching, squeezing along taemin's waist down to the curve of his ass.
"no condom, no play... i've made this clear, baby." taemin cooed, pulling himself away from kai.
taemin licked his lips and threw a last wink before leaving the room. and of course he would step on luhan's hand as he walked away.
"better leave, or jongin would walk out and see your pathetic being." he spat, "just because you're older and come from a foreign country doesn't mean i have to treat you like one, fucking whore. get the fuck back to shanghai or china or something."
taemin finally walks away.
luhan overheard what they said. he knew taemin was saying it loud on purpose. he needed to be there. he needed to be in exo k's dorm tonight. he knows he'd die, but he just needs to be there. maybe then he'll finally give up, and realize what taemin says was right... maybe he should just withdraw and go back to beijing. go back to his parents and friends and hsiaotze. they dated for a while back in china, till luhan had to leave for korea. hsiaotze begged for him to stay; to be happy and to be together.
but karma was a bitch.
he was bitten with his own poison -- falling in love with kai (a boy so much younger than him) and left to die on his own, choking on his tears as taemin (a perfect looking being... but what a waste it was on such a terrible personality) walked all over his pride. he's begging for help, but no one was coming to his rescue. everyone deserves a superhero in their own fairytale, and he had been kai's at his lowest point (but kicked to the sidewalk like a rubble), but where was his when he needed it?
luhan hears the music playing in the practice room, kai must be practicing... all the better he wouldn't walk out now. he whimpers as he cradles the hand taemin had stepped on, brown in contrast to his pale skin. it really hurts.
my heart really hurts.
stop.
stop it.
please...
"hyung?"
all luhan wants to do now is to dig a hole out of the carpeted floor and fall into a never ending pit hole.
"oh fuck. hyung! what's wrong?"
all luhan sees when he looks up is sehun, sehun, sehun... black......
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i lied. it's probably going to be more than 3 chapters (that was what i was originally going for lol) and this isn't long at all. thus the extended chapters. and hey, i love that i managed to churn out this within a day. once again, comments are very much appreciated, but not a necessity. thank you in advance if you decide to leave a comment/critic.