And He Forgot it All - A Taekey Oneshot

Jul 27, 2013 02:44



Title: And He Forgot it AllAuthor: semi_tokkitae
Rating: G
Pairing: Taekey/Twin Taekey
Genre: AU/Angst
Wordcount: 1,996
Disclaimer: None
Author's Note: Alright, so this actually is a post I wrote for a role play that I am in on a forum, where we use various faces of idols for our characters. The characters aren't named after the idols, and although they have similar personality characteristics sometimes, a lot of times they simply have the physical characteristics/appearance of that 'face claim.' That being said, I have changed the names in this to reflect Taekey/Twin Taekey and decided to share it with all of you. I enjoyed writing it and I know it's been so long since I've updated anything - I figured you all definitely deserved something for being so patient and understanding.
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They often say that things forgotten were never necessarily meant to be kept close to the heart - in a sense, that they aren't important enough to remember, at least not to the person that forgot them.

Lee Taemin had always been curious if that line of thinking applied to people as well as things. Through his eighteen years of living, the boy had encountered various individuals that he'd rather have forgotten but couldn't seem to wipe out of his memory, and he could never help but wonder if the saying pertained to them as well - that they were some sort of asset to his life, even if it were to be a hurdle to find a way around or over. Regardless, he'd pushed forward and began to work towards a life on his own, away from everything that he thought he knew - a life built on a single lie and various compounded lies over the years of his life that he'd slowly started to unravel until the home life he'd grown thinking was the only way that others lived, that was normal became more and more filled with screaming matches and physically abusive behavior filtered in when he would knowingly put himself out of line against his mother. He wasn't completely innocent in the game either, tugging her wrist harshly a few times and doing little things to make her life a living Hell when he could. But as the years went by, he'd began to realize that the way he'd grown and lived was by far anything but normal, and once the news came out about who he really was, and the lies he'd been living, his identity seemed to crumble, unsure of himself and the things he'd been told by others, fearing it was all more lies.

Taemin instead lashed out negatively, striking out to hurt his twin brother, Taehyun and whatever was in the other boy's life that he could. He hadn't expected to find someone he would grow to care for, however - two someone's. As time went by, his connection with his twin brother became more familial and less rivalry, the lines of communication opening more and more, and his acceptance of things that he realized could have been lies become more and more frequent without as many worries. Taemin found himself connecting with his twin's lover, Kim Kibum, too. It was an awkward match up, the two butting heads more often than not and the tension in the air so thick between them that even a piece of string could slice straight through it. There was an unusual and unexpected attraction that came about when Taemin found himself in Kibum's presence, though - something that when he had even the slightest thought of the two of them together, would make him feel cheap and dirty. A brother of betrayal. Regardless of it all, there seemed to be a constant air of chaotic harmony between the three boys, giving and taking (sometimes more of the second than the first) between each other and all the while hiding their own feelings of betrayal, pity, self doubt, disappointment, confusion, lust, and jealousy behind the pretenses of friendship and brotherhood bonds.

Thinking about it all while he finished toweling his wet body off, Taemin shook his damp hair out and wiped the mirror's fogged-over surface off, staring at his bare upper half in the reflection. His skin was noticeably a bit more pink on the upper half of his chest and his cheeks, his lips parted as he panted slightly from the thick steam in the room and the heat off the practically scalding shower he'd just taken. He quickly dressed and watched his half-grown kitten across the room, perched on a small scratch post tower he'd gotten her a few days back in hopes that she'd warm up to him again as she had when she was a smaller kitten. As she grew, Bomi distanced herself from her owner, becoming more and more independent and in return causing Taemin to assume she had come down with some sort of sickness that he couldn't noticeably see. When he called a local veterinarian, they asked to see the cat and assess her growth, the vaccines necessary for the kitten already having been administered before she was adopted out to him. In the back of his mind, there was always a small voice laughing coldly at him, telling him he'd failed as an owner - the very thing he was so sure his ex-girlfriend had wanted to see happen when she'd teased him not-so-lovingly regarding his ownership of the kitten. The fear that he was exactly what she'd implied when she'd said such words to him made him openly cringe as he watched the cat give him a sideways glance and then turn her back to him as if he were nonexistent in the world.

Moving through the room, Taemin toweled off more of his damp hair, the red starting to lighten as it dried and fell around his pale face. The color seemed to always be changing, but inevitably it had slipped back to a deep fiery orange-red, suiting him perhaps the best out of all the color and style changes he'd had in the past year or so. "Bomi. We're going to get you checked out today so we can find what's....why you're acting like this, okay? B. Turn...ah never mind." A hand came up to lovingly stroke the cat, gently petting her - but she moved out from under it without any hesitation, flicking her tail angrily and bounding away up the stairs to the upper half of the room where he stayed. Letting out a sigh of defeat, Taemin moved to grab the cat carrier, something that Bomi had only been in a few times and had made it known how much she hated it. When he'd finally scooped the half-grown kitten up and dropped her into the carrier, clicking the door shut and leaning against the stair railing, the boy closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, already cursing the day ahead. It wasn't even lunch time and he'd wondered if it were even worth it at this point to leave the dorm. Knowing it was in the cat's best interest, he lifted the container up and groaned the instant the kitten put up a yowling fight in her carrier, throwing her body around in the plastic case and screaming at the top of her tiny lungs like he was squeezing her to death in some sort of vice grip.

It was embarrassing, really, heads turning his way to see what sort of cruel torture he was dishing out to the animal inside the little pet carrier as he walked towards the veterinarian's animal hospital a few blocks away. He'd opted to walk, not wanting to attempt squeezing himself on a bus where the kitten would be competing alongside screaming children for who had the greatest lung capacity and potential ability to piss off the most people. The red-headed boy had made enough enemies in the city - he didn't need another bus-load of them. Instead he'd started his trek a few blocks down the streets, a particularly busy intersection that he had to cross to get to the vet's office coming up. The little hand flashed, telling him to stay where he was instead of starting to cross the particularly wide expanse, but flicking his wrist and looking at his watch, the time dancing closer and closer to his appointment, he chose instead to attempt darting across the intersection before the light turned. It turned out to be perhaps his worst decision that day - if not in the majority of his life thus far. The slight bounce of the carrier that came with Taemin's slight jog irritated Bomi more, her body pushing against the small metal door on the front of the carrier until she popped it open and the container crashed to the ground in pieces from Taemin's grasp, the small animal landing (as most cats often do) on her paws, taking no time in bounding across the intersection, traffic already having started back up without noticing the boy and the animal moving as quick as they could across the later half of the crosswalk.

As the kitten darted successfully under a taxi cab and missed her own death, she took a quick detour behind an alleyway and disappeared from Taemin's vision, his eyes trying to watch her without realizing that he'd still been standing in the road. Had he realized that taking the bus was a safer route, although more of a slight hassle, Lee Taemin could have saved himself and his now-lost cat. The last thing that he saw were the bus's lights flicking off and on to attempt, with failed effort, to get his attention, the horn blaring and his mind blanking as he turned his attention to the vehicle. It was slamming on its brakes, the passengers bracing for some sort of impact. For everyone involved, the bus had yet to pick up much speed, only going fast enough to side-swipe the red-head's lithe figure and knock him down into the road, his head slamming against the pavement with enough force that he'd started to bleed, his body laying in an unconscious heap on the asphalt. Traffic halted, pedestrians screaming for help and hovering over him in confusion and fear. The blood trickled down, blending with his hair in a mass of smeared red while the road rash on his side and the bruised rib on his other side would give him a horrible ache for days to come.

The lights flashed horribly in quick succession, making the boy nauseous as he felt himself being moved rather quickly down a corridor, from the sounds of it a hospital. His head was spinning, beeps and clicks near his ears sounding ten times louder than they'd actually been, voices swimming around in his brain as someone peered over him and flashed a flashlight in his eyes, his pupils dilating before he scrunched his lids closed and groaned. A scratching sensation crept into his throat with his own foreign-sounding voice slipping out between swollen lips, his eyes peeking open from the side to notice a smearing of blood on the gurney's surface next to his head, his entire body shaking in a panic. Taemin wondered what had happened, but he'd soon fallen back into darkness, only to awake many hours later with part of his head bandaged in gauze as well as his torso, each movement making him wish he were dead instead of staring out a hospital window at the dark, night sky. The day had passed without his knowledge, the time being somewhere past ten in the night. A doctor called for him using his name, the boy ignoring every word until his arm was tapped gently. When asked his standard information - name, birthday, age, address, simple things that could be contracted from the cell phone and wallet he'd been carrying in his pockets, nothing but a blank canvas slipped trough Taemin's mind, his heart feeling heavy for a reason unknown to him as his eyes filled with hot tears, sliding down his pavement-scratched cheeks and stinging him. He no longer knew who he was, let alone where he was. All he knew was that he wanted to go home - wherever that happened to be. The last thing he heard before he lay his head back and stared blankly out the window, the tears still sliding down his cheeks in silence and his lashes bathing in the salty liquid, were the doctor's words directed at him, even though he hadn't realized he was still being spoken to. "Son, we called the most contacted number in your cell phone. Told them you were here. I think they're on their way to see you. You're going to be alright."

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