Jonghyun Knows
Title: Jonghyun knows
Rating: nc 17
Genre: angst
Warning: abuse, ooc, smut, slight rape
Summary: Minho is obsessed with Taemin, normally he can keep this to himself. However, All it takes is one dare from Heechul to completely shatter his resolve and loose control.
Author's notes: This is my first fic so I hope it is ok! Please leave me comments! I don't own SHINee, I only own the plot.
It was a cold October morning as the members were busily getting ready for Halloween, by members that means Kibum. He always got extremely stressed out when the holidays were on him and he would always be worrying and running about to make everything wonderful. At the moment he was in the kitchen cooking up all of the candies that they couldn’t buy for their sunbaes and also making some for his Taeminnie. He also was yelling at Jinki, his ‘husband’, to start putting up decorations. Jinki sighed but got up to do as his wife said because no one wanted to go against Kibum during the holidays, at least not if they want to live to tell about it. Taemin was sitting on the couch and happily talking to Minho. He was wearing an overly large sweater that was pure white with dark black skinny jeans; he couldn’t find his orange sweater so that didn’t work. Minho was wearing a sweater that was his size and a blue grey color with dark blue jeans that were fitted, but not tight. He smiled softly and nodded his head every now and then to what Taemin was saying, he wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying but rather that pretty mouth that was saying it.
Jonghyun was sitting on a love seat that was right next to them and watched Minho closely, he knew what the other members didn’t. Minho was obsessed with Taemin, that may seem hard to believe but it was so painfully obvious he wanted to know why no one else realized it. Minho looked at Taemin differently than the loving gazes of his appa and umma, Jinki and Kibum, or the friendly look that Jonghyun gave. Minho’s gazes were just creepy as hell; he would just stare at Taemin like he was the most delicious thing in the world. Jonghyun noticed how every single time Taemin would turn his back to him his eyes would glaze over and he would just stare. Jonghyun was happy that Minho had some self restraint to keep himself away from Taemin, at least that way. Taemin was the baby, the naïve one who would never see anything like that coming; he thought that nothing in the world could hurt him. It hurt a bit to know that the exact person Taemin thought was going to protect him wanted nothing more than to hurt him badly in almost every way. Kibum just laughed at Jonghyun when he tried to say something and Jinki looked at him like he was crazy and told him he was just imagining things. And naïve Taemin was, Minho was his favorite hyung he was someone he knew he could trust so any thought that Minho would hurt him was no where in his mind. Every little touch Minho gave him, every hug was taken as a sweet gesture from someone who was like his big brother to a little brother; nothing was any different and Taemin was so happy.
Kibum walked out of the kitchen to look at Taemin and smiled at how happy his son seemed to be, but it was dinner time and he still had to make this said dinner.
“Taemin-ah, come help me cook.”
Ever since Jinki had helped in the kitchen and made such a complete disaster Kibum won’t let him help cook. He accidentally dumped dish soap into the soup, burnt his hands by trying to grab a pan out of the oven without using pot holders, and tried to put a jar with a metal top in the microwave. Yea there was no way Kibum was letting him cook anything ever again.
“Ah, sure hyung.”
Taemin got up with a smile to Minho he walked over to the kitchen. Jonghyun watched Minho carefully but he didn’t notice, Minho was too focused on Taemin. He watched like a hawk as Taemin left, his eyes following the saw of those slender hips ever so slightly that it made the said boy almost go crazy. Jonghyun really wanted to know why no one noticed that Minho stared at Taemin like he was a hunk of meat and Minho was a starved lion. Minho stood up and decided to help Jinki with the decorations; he had nothing else to do anymore, his expression was his same calm face that everyone only seemed to see. Jinki was happy for the help of the other two, Jonghyun did the same, and when they were finally done the eldest fell onto the couch. However, as soon as he got comfy Kibum came out announcing that dinner was done. Taemin was proud of the little things he did and would point them out to Minho, who took the seat next to Taemin. Minho would smile and rub Taemin’s back softly as he listened to the small boy talk about his accomplishments. After dinner Kibum asked Taemin to also help with the dishes, which he of course agreed to do. The last time Kibum asked Jinki to do the dishes he almost sliced off his finger. This had Kibum running around screaming for a good thirty minutes while he spent almost an hour scolding him. After this incident Kibum wouldn’t allow Jinki into the bathroom in fear that he would not only hurt himself but others as well. He surly wasn’t going to ask Minho or Jonghyun either, they were horrible at cleaning and Kibum would end up having to wash more than he had initially because they dirtied the dishes that were already clean.
After dinner was out of the way Kibum dragged Taemin to his and Jinki’s room and declared that he would kill torture anyone who walked in there until they begged for mercy. Taemin just looked at Kibum with a slight turn of his head and Kibum smiled at him. However, as soon as he opened the box form Heechul his smile disappeared. A few days ago, Heechul and Kibum had a bet. Heechul said that Kibum couldn’t go twenty minutes without talking to Jinki even though he complained about him so much. Of course Kibum accepted because this would be such an easy bet; but Key couldn’t last 10 minutes so he lost. The stakes were that the loser had to wear a costume picked out by the winner; somehow Taemin was dragged into this so he had to wear the costume Heechul picked out. Unfortunately for them, Kibum’s was a maid costume while Taemin’s was a nurse. Kibum had to help Taemin into his costume because the poor boy didn’t even have a clue where the top or the bottom part of it was. Taemin also helped Kibum but the umma had to give instructions because he, again, had no idea what on earth he was doing. When the outfits were on Kibum swore that he was going to kill Heechul later for this. Taemin’s outfit was a white dress that buttoned up all the way in the front and was skin tight. The skirt was just shorter than mid thigh and clung to him like the rest of it did. The red cross that was on the dress accented the white very well and a matching hat was placed on top of his head neatly. Kibum’s outfit was a black dress that was just as short but was puffed out by white fluffy skirting underneath. The dress was short sleeves and it came with a white waist apron and a big white bow to go around his neck. He sighed and was clearly displeased with this.
“There is no way your going out looking like that.”
Taemin didn’t like the sound of that, “But I want candy hyung.”
Kibum sighed, “Do you really want to walk door to door in that?”
Taemin blushed a bright red and slowly shook his head, “N-no.”
Kibum nodded, he couldn’t have Taemin going out like that; he would be jumped then raped! Plus they had to go and give chocolates to their sunbaes and there was no way Taemin was getting near Heechul dressed like this because Heechul will definitely take advantage of Taemin and taint his innocence.
“I’ll buy you a bunch of candy tomorrow, now you just stay put right here until I come back ok?”
“Alright.” Taemin smiled, pleased that he still got candy.
Kibum left the room after a moment and closed the door behind him; Taemin sat down onto the bed and started to kick his feet. After about twenty minutes Taemin started to get very board and he decided to go out and see what everyone else was doing. He peeked out of the room and frowned when he was met by such a silent dorm. He walked out and looked around for his hyungs but couldn’t seem to find them, not to mention that the place was eerily quiet.
“Taemin?” Minho suddenly asked from the kitchen doorway.
This break in the silence made Taemin squeak and jump; he covered his heart and looked at Minho, blushing.
“H-hyung! W-where are the others?”
“Out giving candies.”
Minho looked Taemin up and down and wondered if this was some sort of test, was this someone’s idea of a sick joke to try and crack Minho’s resolve? Taemin was before him in a nurse outfit, not only that but a woman’s nurse outfit blushing and looking embarrassed. It was really too much and Minho just stared intently at Taemin, his eyes tracing over every curve of his body. Taemin started to blush a bit harder, he could practically feel Minho’s eyes on him just looking at him and it was beginning to make him feel nervous. Minho was so intent on staring at Taemin that he missed what the youth said next.
“Huh? What did you say?”
“I-I asked i-if you were o-ok hyung.” Taemin asked timidly.
Minho was about to say that he was fine and nothing was wrong, but the way Taemin shifted nervously and every one of his slight movements brought that skirt up in the tinniest bit and the way his golden brown hair just framed his face perfectly. Then there was his plump lips, his bottom one was being tugged on by his teeth due to his nerves. Minho found himself snapping, he couldn’t keep away from Taemin when he was before him looking so delicious. He walked up to Taemin and pulled him so their bodies were flushed together. He leaned over to whisper into his ear, his hot breath caressing it and making Taemin shutter violently.
“No, I’m not ok Taemin-ah, but you can make me feel much better.”
He dragged the scared Taemin to their shared room, there was a large part of Taemin’s brain that was telling him he needed to run and get away but he was limp and powerless like a rag doll. He couldn’t fight against Minho as he was pulled into the room. Minho turned away only to shut and lock the door, Taemin felt pure fear when that lock clicked from the door and Minho looked at him with dark eyes. Taemin started to back up slowly as Minho advanced on to him; he stopped when his knees hit the bed and looked up at Minho terrified.
“H-Hyung wh-ah!”
He was interrupted because Minho roughly shoved him down on to the bed; Taemin gasped when his back hit the bed and tried to scoot away from the elder who was crawling over to him. Minho just grabbed both of Taemin’s arms and held them over his head. Taemin struggled to get out of the hold but froze when he heard a ripping sound above him and his eyes widened to see Minho pulling off a long strip of duct tape with his free hand and his teeth. Before Taemin could register what he could do with that tape his small wrists were being bound then secured against the head board. Taemin struggled against the restraints but let out a small cry of pain as it pulled on his skin, he looked up at Minho with tears in his eyes. Minho didn’t pay much attention to him just yet because he was getting turned on by every small whimper or cry of pain Taemin was giving. The elder put his hand on each part of his thighs and forced them apart to settle between them, he almost came at the sight of Taemin in front of him, blushing such a dark red with his legs spread wide. His hands ghosted up his thighs and loved to watch those legs tremble with each small touch as he made his way up into the skirt. He was shocked when he felt soft frills, so Taemin was wearing woman’s underwear; then again you really couldn’t wear guy underwear in this. He leaned forward to whisper into Taemin’s ear.
“You are such a naughty boy, dressing up like this right in front of me.”
He dragged his tongue over the inside of Taemin’s ear and he had to bit back a moan because of how Taemin’s body shivered. His virgin body wasn’t used to this kind of attention and it thrilled Minho to no end how responsive Taemin was underneath him to every single touch.
“You need to be punished Taemin-ah.”
Taemin pulled against the tape and he felt the tears build up, he didn’t want this, and he was terrified by Minho’s look and actions. He looked so feral with his dark eyes so full of lust and raw need.
“H-hyung no! S-stop!” He tried to plead with the man over him as he looked up with tear filled large eyes.
Minho knew he should have felt bad or guilty for tainting the pure little angle of Shinee but he couldn’t help himself. Instead of guilt he just felt more turned on by the thought and ripped off a piece of duct tap and placed it over that pretty mouth. He kissed those lips through the duct tape and whispered against it.
“Shh now Taemin.”
“Mhpff!” Taemin tried to talk out his protests and pleads but they were all muffled now.
Minho reached over to his dresser drawer and pulled out a black bag that wasn’t exactly small but it wasn’t large either. It was long and Taemin felt slightly curious but every emotion he felt was laced with fear. Minho placed the bag next to him and it clicked a bit and then Taemin felt fear. He pulled at the restraints when Minho moved forward and started to slowly undo the dress that is on him. He leaned forward more to lick at the new exposed skin and followed his slowly moving fingers. He was crying and giving muffled begs trying to get Minho to stop but he didn’t and soon the entire dress was open and Taemin’s soft virgin skin was exposed to Minho’s hungry eyes. Minho leaned over to that little black bag and pulled out something shinny and Taemin didn’t realize what it was at first, which was until cold steel was biting into the flesh of his collar bone. He arched his back to try to get away from the pain and gave a muffled cry. Minho dragged the instrument known as a scalpel down Taemin’s chest until it hit right where his rips ended. He pulled it away and marveled at the deep cut that quickly had blood rushing to the surface and seeping out of it.
Minho leaned forward and lightly licked at some blood that was running off the side of his body and hummed softly in approval. He moved the scalpel down to those milky thighs and began to carve deigns into them, he was getting more and more turned on by the soft cries or muffled screams of pain Taemin was giving with each cut. They egged him on to push the blade deeper into the soft skin to make him louder, to make him scream and sob. After he was done with one thigh and the cuts were guarantied to scar he leaned down to suck at the wounds and lap up the blood. Taemin twisted and turned in the restraints to try and get away from Minho, it hurt so much but to have Minho suck on that soft spot made him moan while choking on a cry. He couldn’t help but get some what hard at how Minho’s tongue ran over his pale flesh marred by blood. Minho left that thigh once he had enough and began to do the same treatment to the other, he dragged the blade from his inner thigh up to his hip bone and dragged it deeply crossed it, shivering from the scream of pain. He moved the scalpel across the flat area right at his hips and watched the blood come up in extreme fascination. He moved down to again lick up some of the blood, his tongue following the trail of dark red liquid across Taemin’s body. Of course both of his thighs started to bleed again but he didn’t return to them. He had other plans for the beautiful boy bellow him; he was just so beautiful covered in the thick red liquid. He reached back into that bag but Taemin didn’t notice it, his mind was dizzy and he felt the stinging pain from the deep cuts and they were making him woozy. Not until he felt a much bigger blade bite into his side did he let out a very loud muffled scream.
He timidly looked down and his eyes widened but then they snapped shut as he screamed out in pain again. Minho took a cleaver and pushed it into Taemin’s side, his head laying against one of the bleeding and trembling thighs, as he slowly dragged it across his stomach towards his other side. Those loud screams and his body trembling trying to get away made Minho’s eyes slightly dilate with lust; he never knew that anyone could turn him on this badly. He slowly pulled the bloodied knife out of the small boy who was panting and screaming to lap at the drips of blood that were starting to pool and stain the sheets. Taemin noticed he started to see dark spots in his vision, he hurt every where. Pain was the only thing he felt as tears continued to pour out of his eyes. Minho pushed Taemin’s legs up and stretched them widely, watching the pained expression and noises from Taemin as the cuts were spread. He leaned forward and ran his hand over the deep cut in his stomach, making Taemin scream and his hand slippery with blood. He pulled down his pants and he put the slippery substance on his aching erection. Taemin didn’t even realize what Minho was doing because his mind was only on the blinding pain, those black dots started to get bigger; what he could see was blurry because of tears. Minho didn’t wait or give any sort of warning to Taemin but he just trusted roughly into the small man below him; shivering because of the loud screech of pain he gave. His back arched beautifully but that made him sputter and sob out a choked cry because it stretched his deep wounds.
Minho didn’t wait for an ok from Taemin or even wait at all, he couldn’t resist this boy now, those pained filled cries, that body slicked with beautiful red liquid, and this impossibly tight heat around his arousal. These all made him pull out quickly to snap his hips back into the boy harshly and repeated. He only went harder and faster when he heard Taemin sound even in more pain. He leaned over the boy slightly and grabbed the head board with one hand and held tightly onto his waist with a bruising force. This only caused more pain for Taemin because that strong grip just dug into his deep cuts. Minho looked down through half closed eyes at Taemin and groaned from what he saw, his hand on the head board moved down to stroke the other’s member quickly. He smirked when he felt a loud moan come out with a sob; he wanted Taemin to climax, he wanted to feel this already impossibly tight heat get tighter. He wasn’t surprised when Taemin came quickly, he was a virgin after all but he saw a blinding white light when his hole got so tight around Minho’s arousal he was sure that he would suffocate. He thrust a few more times roughly into that tight heat and came hard into the small body under him. He breathed a few moments before pulling out to collapse on the bloodied body under him; he listened to the sobs of Taemin get slowly quieter. Taemin wasn’t sure why this was happening to him but when Minho fell on him that black finally took his vision. There was no more fighting, no more yelling or crying; he couldn’t even feel pain anymore. It was so nice….
A few days later.
Taemin woke up to see a bright light over him, he squinted but all the pain hit him like a train and he cried out softly. A gentle hand was right by him smoothing back his hair and a quivering voice spoke.
“T-Taemin omo, thank god.”
Taemin slowly looked up to see Kibum’s face, there were tears flowing out of his eyes and he looked so sad so scared.
“U-umma… w-where am I?”
“The hospital Taemin..”
Kibum felt a stab of pain when he was called umma, he wasn’t able to save his baby, and he didn’t even know what happened. When they walked in Minho was no where to be found and Taemin was on Minho’s bed tied and bleeding to death.
“T-Taeminnie... w-what happened?”
Taemin looked up at Key, he couldn’t tell him that Minho did this to him, that would break his umma’s heart and he didn’t want Minho to get in trouble. He still loved Minho; he was his favorite hyung, his brother. The one that would hug him and tell him that the nightmares weren’t real or read him a story because he never got too old. Minho meant everything to Taemin…he still did.
“I-I don’t remember umma…I’m sorry.” He looked down and mumbled the words, it hurt to lie to Kibum but he had to.
“Oh Taemin it is ok.”
He had no choice, they couldn’t know the truth.
“Guys! Taemin is ok, he is awake come quickly.”
They would never know; he had to protect Minho.
“Thank god he is alright, now please Kibum sleep you haven’t slept in days.”
This was one thing that Taemin would make sure that Jonghyun never knows.
Rating: nc 17
Genre: angst
Warning: abuse, ooc, smut, slight rape
Summary: Minho is obsessed with Taemin, normally he can keep this to himself. However, All it takes is one dare from Heechul to completely shatter his resolve and loose control.
Author's notes: This is my first fic so I hope it is ok! Please leave me comments! I don't own SHINee, I only own the plot.
It was a cold October morning as the members were busily getting ready for Halloween, by members that means Kibum. He always got extremely stressed out when the holidays were on him and he would always be worrying and running about to make everything wonderful. At the moment he was in the kitchen cooking up all of the candies that they couldn’t buy for their sunbaes and also making some for his Taeminnie. He also was yelling at Jinki, his ‘husband’, to start putting up decorations. Jinki sighed but got up to do as his wife said because no one wanted to go against Kibum during the holidays, at least not if they want to live to tell about it. Taemin was sitting on the couch and happily talking to Minho. He was wearing an overly large sweater that was pure white with dark black skinny jeans; he couldn’t find his orange sweater so that didn’t work. Minho was wearing a sweater that was his size and a blue grey color with dark blue jeans that were fitted, but not tight. He smiled softly and nodded his head every now and then to what Taemin was saying, he wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying but rather that pretty mouth that was saying it.
Jonghyun was sitting on a love seat that was right next to them and watched Minho closely, he knew what the other members didn’t. Minho was obsessed with Taemin, that may seem hard to believe but it was so painfully obvious he wanted to know why no one else realized it. Minho looked at Taemin differently than the loving gazes of his appa and umma, Jinki and Kibum, or the friendly look that Jonghyun gave. Minho’s gazes were just creepy as hell; he would just stare at Taemin like he was the most delicious thing in the world. Jonghyun noticed how every single time Taemin would turn his back to him his eyes would glaze over and he would just stare. Jonghyun was happy that Minho had some self restraint to keep himself away from Taemin, at least that way. Taemin was the baby, the naïve one who would never see anything like that coming; he thought that nothing in the world could hurt him. It hurt a bit to know that the exact person Taemin thought was going to protect him wanted nothing more than to hurt him badly in almost every way. Kibum just laughed at Jonghyun when he tried to say something and Jinki looked at him like he was crazy and told him he was just imagining things. And naïve Taemin was, Minho was his favorite hyung he was someone he knew he could trust so any thought that Minho would hurt him was no where in his mind. Every little touch Minho gave him, every hug was taken as a sweet gesture from someone who was like his big brother to a little brother; nothing was any different and Taemin was so happy.
Kibum walked out of the kitchen to look at Taemin and smiled at how happy his son seemed to be, but it was dinner time and he still had to make this said dinner.
“Taemin-ah, come help me cook.”
Ever since Jinki had helped in the kitchen and made such a complete disaster Kibum won’t let him help cook. He accidentally dumped dish soap into the soup, burnt his hands by trying to grab a pan out of the oven without using pot holders, and tried to put a jar with a metal top in the microwave. Yea there was no way Kibum was letting him cook anything ever again.
“Ah, sure hyung.”
Taemin got up with a smile to Minho he walked over to the kitchen. Jonghyun watched Minho carefully but he didn’t notice, Minho was too focused on Taemin. He watched like a hawk as Taemin left, his eyes following the saw of those slender hips ever so slightly that it made the said boy almost go crazy. Jonghyun really wanted to know why no one noticed that Minho stared at Taemin like he was a hunk of meat and Minho was a starved lion. Minho stood up and decided to help Jinki with the decorations; he had nothing else to do anymore, his expression was his same calm face that everyone only seemed to see. Jinki was happy for the help of the other two, Jonghyun did the same, and when they were finally done the eldest fell onto the couch. However, as soon as he got comfy Kibum came out announcing that dinner was done. Taemin was proud of the little things he did and would point them out to Minho, who took the seat next to Taemin. Minho would smile and rub Taemin’s back softly as he listened to the small boy talk about his accomplishments. After dinner Kibum asked Taemin to also help with the dishes, which he of course agreed to do. The last time Kibum asked Jinki to do the dishes he almost sliced off his finger. This had Kibum running around screaming for a good thirty minutes while he spent almost an hour scolding him. After this incident Kibum wouldn’t allow Jinki into the bathroom in fear that he would not only hurt himself but others as well. He surly wasn’t going to ask Minho or Jonghyun either, they were horrible at cleaning and Kibum would end up having to wash more than he had initially because they dirtied the dishes that were already clean.
After dinner was out of the way Kibum dragged Taemin to his and Jinki’s room and declared that he would kill torture anyone who walked in there until they begged for mercy. Taemin just looked at Kibum with a slight turn of his head and Kibum smiled at him. However, as soon as he opened the box form Heechul his smile disappeared. A few days ago, Heechul and Kibum had a bet. Heechul said that Kibum couldn’t go twenty minutes without talking to Jinki even though he complained about him so much. Of course Kibum accepted because this would be such an easy bet; but Key couldn’t last 10 minutes so he lost. The stakes were that the loser had to wear a costume picked out by the winner; somehow Taemin was dragged into this so he had to wear the costume Heechul picked out. Unfortunately for them, Kibum’s was a maid costume while Taemin’s was a nurse. Kibum had to help Taemin into his costume because the poor boy didn’t even have a clue where the top or the bottom part of it was. Taemin also helped Kibum but the umma had to give instructions because he, again, had no idea what on earth he was doing. When the outfits were on Kibum swore that he was going to kill Heechul later for this. Taemin’s outfit was a white dress that buttoned up all the way in the front and was skin tight. The skirt was just shorter than mid thigh and clung to him like the rest of it did. The red cross that was on the dress accented the white very well and a matching hat was placed on top of his head neatly. Kibum’s outfit was a black dress that was just as short but was puffed out by white fluffy skirting underneath. The dress was short sleeves and it came with a white waist apron and a big white bow to go around his neck. He sighed and was clearly displeased with this.
“There is no way your going out looking like that.”
Taemin didn’t like the sound of that, “But I want candy hyung.”
Kibum sighed, “Do you really want to walk door to door in that?”
Taemin blushed a bright red and slowly shook his head, “N-no.”
Kibum nodded, he couldn’t have Taemin going out like that; he would be jumped then raped! Plus they had to go and give chocolates to their sunbaes and there was no way Taemin was getting near Heechul dressed like this because Heechul will definitely take advantage of Taemin and taint his innocence.
“I’ll buy you a bunch of candy tomorrow, now you just stay put right here until I come back ok?”
“Alright.” Taemin smiled, pleased that he still got candy.
Kibum left the room after a moment and closed the door behind him; Taemin sat down onto the bed and started to kick his feet. After about twenty minutes Taemin started to get very board and he decided to go out and see what everyone else was doing. He peeked out of the room and frowned when he was met by such a silent dorm. He walked out and looked around for his hyungs but couldn’t seem to find them, not to mention that the place was eerily quiet.
“Taemin?” Minho suddenly asked from the kitchen doorway.
This break in the silence made Taemin squeak and jump; he covered his heart and looked at Minho, blushing.
“H-hyung! W-where are the others?”
“Out giving candies.”
Minho looked Taemin up and down and wondered if this was some sort of test, was this someone’s idea of a sick joke to try and crack Minho’s resolve? Taemin was before him in a nurse outfit, not only that but a woman’s nurse outfit blushing and looking embarrassed. It was really too much and Minho just stared intently at Taemin, his eyes tracing over every curve of his body. Taemin started to blush a bit harder, he could practically feel Minho’s eyes on him just looking at him and it was beginning to make him feel nervous. Minho was so intent on staring at Taemin that he missed what the youth said next.
“Huh? What did you say?”
“I-I asked i-if you were o-ok hyung.” Taemin asked timidly.
Minho was about to say that he was fine and nothing was wrong, but the way Taemin shifted nervously and every one of his slight movements brought that skirt up in the tinniest bit and the way his golden brown hair just framed his face perfectly. Then there was his plump lips, his bottom one was being tugged on by his teeth due to his nerves. Minho found himself snapping, he couldn’t keep away from Taemin when he was before him looking so delicious. He walked up to Taemin and pulled him so their bodies were flushed together. He leaned over to whisper into his ear, his hot breath caressing it and making Taemin shutter violently.
“No, I’m not ok Taemin-ah, but you can make me feel much better.”
He dragged the scared Taemin to their shared room, there was a large part of Taemin’s brain that was telling him he needed to run and get away but he was limp and powerless like a rag doll. He couldn’t fight against Minho as he was pulled into the room. Minho turned away only to shut and lock the door, Taemin felt pure fear when that lock clicked from the door and Minho looked at him with dark eyes. Taemin started to back up slowly as Minho advanced on to him; he stopped when his knees hit the bed and looked up at Minho terrified.
“H-Hyung wh-ah!”
He was interrupted because Minho roughly shoved him down on to the bed; Taemin gasped when his back hit the bed and tried to scoot away from the elder who was crawling over to him. Minho just grabbed both of Taemin’s arms and held them over his head. Taemin struggled to get out of the hold but froze when he heard a ripping sound above him and his eyes widened to see Minho pulling off a long strip of duct tape with his free hand and his teeth. Before Taemin could register what he could do with that tape his small wrists were being bound then secured against the head board. Taemin struggled against the restraints but let out a small cry of pain as it pulled on his skin, he looked up at Minho with tears in his eyes. Minho didn’t pay much attention to him just yet because he was getting turned on by every small whimper or cry of pain Taemin was giving. The elder put his hand on each part of his thighs and forced them apart to settle between them, he almost came at the sight of Taemin in front of him, blushing such a dark red with his legs spread wide. His hands ghosted up his thighs and loved to watch those legs tremble with each small touch as he made his way up into the skirt. He was shocked when he felt soft frills, so Taemin was wearing woman’s underwear; then again you really couldn’t wear guy underwear in this. He leaned forward to whisper into Taemin’s ear.
“You are such a naughty boy, dressing up like this right in front of me.”
He dragged his tongue over the inside of Taemin’s ear and he had to bit back a moan because of how Taemin’s body shivered. His virgin body wasn’t used to this kind of attention and it thrilled Minho to no end how responsive Taemin was underneath him to every single touch.
“You need to be punished Taemin-ah.”
Taemin pulled against the tape and he felt the tears build up, he didn’t want this, and he was terrified by Minho’s look and actions. He looked so feral with his dark eyes so full of lust and raw need.
“H-hyung no! S-stop!” He tried to plead with the man over him as he looked up with tear filled large eyes.
Minho knew he should have felt bad or guilty for tainting the pure little angle of Shinee but he couldn’t help himself. Instead of guilt he just felt more turned on by the thought and ripped off a piece of duct tap and placed it over that pretty mouth. He kissed those lips through the duct tape and whispered against it.
“Shh now Taemin.”
“Mhpff!” Taemin tried to talk out his protests and pleads but they were all muffled now.
Minho reached over to his dresser drawer and pulled out a black bag that wasn’t exactly small but it wasn’t large either. It was long and Taemin felt slightly curious but every emotion he felt was laced with fear. Minho placed the bag next to him and it clicked a bit and then Taemin felt fear. He pulled at the restraints when Minho moved forward and started to slowly undo the dress that is on him. He leaned forward more to lick at the new exposed skin and followed his slowly moving fingers. He was crying and giving muffled begs trying to get Minho to stop but he didn’t and soon the entire dress was open and Taemin’s soft virgin skin was exposed to Minho’s hungry eyes. Minho leaned over to that little black bag and pulled out something shinny and Taemin didn’t realize what it was at first, which was until cold steel was biting into the flesh of his collar bone. He arched his back to try to get away from the pain and gave a muffled cry. Minho dragged the instrument known as a scalpel down Taemin’s chest until it hit right where his rips ended. He pulled it away and marveled at the deep cut that quickly had blood rushing to the surface and seeping out of it.
Minho leaned forward and lightly licked at some blood that was running off the side of his body and hummed softly in approval. He moved the scalpel down to those milky thighs and began to carve deigns into them, he was getting more and more turned on by the soft cries or muffled screams of pain Taemin was giving with each cut. They egged him on to push the blade deeper into the soft skin to make him louder, to make him scream and sob. After he was done with one thigh and the cuts were guarantied to scar he leaned down to suck at the wounds and lap up the blood. Taemin twisted and turned in the restraints to try and get away from Minho, it hurt so much but to have Minho suck on that soft spot made him moan while choking on a cry. He couldn’t help but get some what hard at how Minho’s tongue ran over his pale flesh marred by blood. Minho left that thigh once he had enough and began to do the same treatment to the other, he dragged the blade from his inner thigh up to his hip bone and dragged it deeply crossed it, shivering from the scream of pain. He moved the scalpel across the flat area right at his hips and watched the blood come up in extreme fascination. He moved down to again lick up some of the blood, his tongue following the trail of dark red liquid across Taemin’s body. Of course both of his thighs started to bleed again but he didn’t return to them. He had other plans for the beautiful boy bellow him; he was just so beautiful covered in the thick red liquid. He reached back into that bag but Taemin didn’t notice it, his mind was dizzy and he felt the stinging pain from the deep cuts and they were making him woozy. Not until he felt a much bigger blade bite into his side did he let out a very loud muffled scream.
He timidly looked down and his eyes widened but then they snapped shut as he screamed out in pain again. Minho took a cleaver and pushed it into Taemin’s side, his head laying against one of the bleeding and trembling thighs, as he slowly dragged it across his stomach towards his other side. Those loud screams and his body trembling trying to get away made Minho’s eyes slightly dilate with lust; he never knew that anyone could turn him on this badly. He slowly pulled the bloodied knife out of the small boy who was panting and screaming to lap at the drips of blood that were starting to pool and stain the sheets. Taemin noticed he started to see dark spots in his vision, he hurt every where. Pain was the only thing he felt as tears continued to pour out of his eyes. Minho pushed Taemin’s legs up and stretched them widely, watching the pained expression and noises from Taemin as the cuts were spread. He leaned forward and ran his hand over the deep cut in his stomach, making Taemin scream and his hand slippery with blood. He pulled down his pants and he put the slippery substance on his aching erection. Taemin didn’t even realize what Minho was doing because his mind was only on the blinding pain, those black dots started to get bigger; what he could see was blurry because of tears. Minho didn’t wait or give any sort of warning to Taemin but he just trusted roughly into the small man below him; shivering because of the loud screech of pain he gave. His back arched beautifully but that made him sputter and sob out a choked cry because it stretched his deep wounds.
Minho didn’t wait for an ok from Taemin or even wait at all, he couldn’t resist this boy now, those pained filled cries, that body slicked with beautiful red liquid, and this impossibly tight heat around his arousal. These all made him pull out quickly to snap his hips back into the boy harshly and repeated. He only went harder and faster when he heard Taemin sound even in more pain. He leaned over the boy slightly and grabbed the head board with one hand and held tightly onto his waist with a bruising force. This only caused more pain for Taemin because that strong grip just dug into his deep cuts. Minho looked down through half closed eyes at Taemin and groaned from what he saw, his hand on the head board moved down to stroke the other’s member quickly. He smirked when he felt a loud moan come out with a sob; he wanted Taemin to climax, he wanted to feel this already impossibly tight heat get tighter. He wasn’t surprised when Taemin came quickly, he was a virgin after all but he saw a blinding white light when his hole got so tight around Minho’s arousal he was sure that he would suffocate. He thrust a few more times roughly into that tight heat and came hard into the small body under him. He breathed a few moments before pulling out to collapse on the bloodied body under him; he listened to the sobs of Taemin get slowly quieter. Taemin wasn’t sure why this was happening to him but when Minho fell on him that black finally took his vision. There was no more fighting, no more yelling or crying; he couldn’t even feel pain anymore. It was so nice….
A few days later.
Taemin woke up to see a bright light over him, he squinted but all the pain hit him like a train and he cried out softly. A gentle hand was right by him smoothing back his hair and a quivering voice spoke.
“T-Taemin omo, thank god.”
Taemin slowly looked up to see Kibum’s face, there were tears flowing out of his eyes and he looked so sad so scared.
“U-umma… w-where am I?”
“The hospital Taemin..”
Kibum felt a stab of pain when he was called umma, he wasn’t able to save his baby, and he didn’t even know what happened. When they walked in Minho was no where to be found and Taemin was on Minho’s bed tied and bleeding to death.
“T-Taeminnie... w-what happened?”
Taemin looked up at Key, he couldn’t tell him that Minho did this to him, that would break his umma’s heart and he didn’t want Minho to get in trouble. He still loved Minho; he was his favorite hyung, his brother. The one that would hug him and tell him that the nightmares weren’t real or read him a story because he never got too old. Minho meant everything to Taemin…he still did.
“I-I don’t remember umma…I’m sorry.” He looked down and mumbled the words, it hurt to lie to Kibum but he had to.
“Oh Taemin it is ok.”
He had no choice, they couldn’t know the truth.
“Guys! Taemin is ok, he is awake come quickly.”
They would never know; he had to protect Minho.
“Thank god he is alright, now please Kibum sleep you haven’t slept in days.”
This was one thing that Taemin would make sure that Jonghyun never knows.