Living in my eyes (2/7)

[princessliette]

Title: Living in My eyes (2/7)
Author: princessliette
Genre: AU 
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairings: Jonghyun/Taemin
beta-ed by: xfwankiex <33
Summary: He needs to create a new world so he can live peacefully (sucks, i knew it D: )
Disclaimer: *sigh* SMEnt D:



Drop.

The pillow dropped onto the carpet. Now Taemin hugged nothing and his eyes widened. He tried to register what the other said to him but failed. He didn’t know what he meant with all the answers. It depended on what Taemin wanted him to be? He was so confused, is what he wanted to say to him, really. He didn’t understand. And he was here because Taemin wanted him to be here? That was ridiculous. He didn’t even know him and this was their first encounter. There was no way Taemin wanted him to be here, in his room. And he said that Taemin let him enter his room?

Am I the one who’s crazy or him?

And right now, the situation was reversed. Jonghyun was the one who was checking him out. When Taemin dropped his pillow earlier, he didn’t realize that he gave him access to see his milky white skin. Even though his body was full of bruises, he can still look so pretty. The other boy gave him a smirk and licked his lips - he really liked what he saw. ”I-I don’t understand,” said Taemin. His hand reached out for his pillow and covered his chest with it. He didn’t like it when Jonghyun licked his lips like that.

But then he remembered that he did the same thing earlier. The difference was Taemin could control himself so he didn’t lick his own lips. Even though he really wanted to do it.

”We - we’ve never met before, how could-“ He didn”t know what he had to say. And he didn’t have to though, because he heard - they heard - someone knocking on his door.

”Taemin-ah!”

The door opened, his noona’s head poking inside his room. “Taemin-ah, dinner is ready,” she said. She raised her eyebrow when she saw the frightened looks on her brother’s face.  “Noona! Why did you let him in?” without thinking twice, the boy snapped to his sister, his finger pointed out to the other boy who still sitting comfortably on his desk. He still couldn’t think straight. He knew his noona would never do such a thing but he couldn’t think of another reason as to why the boy could be here. In his room. His private territory.

“Huh? What do you mean by ‘him’?”  his noona asked quizzically, she really didn’t have any idea what Taemin was talking about. Taemin’s eyebrows knitted together, he can’t believe his noona was so oblivious about the boy. They all said that his noona was the smartest student in his school - well, not really the smartest but she was smart enough. But right now, when she stared at Taemin with her confused look, Taemin really didn’t believe that she was that smart.

“Eunsook noona, him means he! I don’t know him so why would you let him in?” Taemin whined. His noona could hear his desperate tone clearly, but she couldn’t see anything on his desk, where his finger pointed to. “Taemin-ah,” his noona spoke again, this time her words were softer than before and she stepped closer to her little brother. At the same time, the other boy was trying to tell Taemin that his noona 100% didn’t know about and didn’t feel his existence

“Taemin, she doesn’t even know I’m here,” that silly grin appeared once again on his face. Taemin didn’t like it. He didn’t like it when the other boy knew something but he didn’t.

“What do you mean she doesn’t even know you’re here?” he asked the other boy, completely ignoring his sister who was now standing in front of him. Her gaze followed Taemin’s. Her little brother was having a conversation with air. He was so confused, he felt like his head was going to explode. He didn’t understand. She didn’t understand. Once again his noona called him, her hands shook Taemin’s body gently.

”Taemin-ah, look at me.”

“Noona, you can’t see him?” he was pleading, pleading to his noona to say that she knew that he was here. His head felt so light, like he could pass out anytime. Plus he didn’t eat his lunch at school because he was busy hiding from the bullies. “Taemin, there’s no one else in this room okay? It’s just you and me right now. And I’m so sure umma will never let anyone step into your room without your permission. Not even appa. You know that, right?”

“But-“

”No buts, Taeminnie. Now put on your clothes, Umma is waiting for you downstairs for dinner,” she finalized, her voice now sounded so normal. When she said that, Taemin immediately looked at his bare chest and muttered a little ‘shit’ before getting a killer glare from his noona.

She hid her worries about her little brother, she knew that her brother was so depressed these days and maybe he was imagining things. Actually that wasn’t something new for her, their mom and their father. He had had an imaginary friend when he was a little, because no one wanted to play with him after they knew that Taemin was a boy. So he’d play alone in his little room and they often heard Taemin chatting with no one in his room. When he got into kindergarten he was always alone. Not bothering to play with his friends outside and doing anything he could do inside his room, dancing. That was the reason why their father was never able to control his temper. He wanted his son to be manly, to play sports and have tan skin. He didn’t want to see his son dancing in his room, have white skin and feminine features. It brought disgrace to the family, he once said.

”I hope he’s okay.”

----***----

“Don’t stare at me.” Taemin sent a death glare to the other boy who was practically drooling over him. The other boy was smirking. He knew that Taemin didn’t want to be close to him and that meant he wouldn’t get to dress. Why? Because Taemin’s desk, where the other boy sitting at, was right beside the closet. He liked it. He liked seeing a blush form on his white cheeks and he also liked the view in front of him. Taemin only in his boxers.

”You-“

”Jonghyun.”

”Huh?”

”My name, silly,” Jonghyun couldn’t hide his loud laughter. Taemin really looked so cute when he said “huh?” to him. Taemin’s face turned redder than before and he could see that his neck and ears were changing their color too. His red lips were forming a slight pout and that was irresistible. He could just eat him up. Right there.

Taemin really didn’t like it. First, Jonghyun entered his room without his permission and no one could tell Taemin who he was. No one could see him. But he couldn’t help but to smile a bit, a really tiny bit, when Jonghyun wiped his eyes from tears while telling him that he was so cute pouting and reacting the way he did. But he bit his bottom lip, not letting Jonghyun see that he was smiling.

And then he remembered that he was trying to gain information about him earlier. Tired of standing, Taemin sat on his bed, still hugging the pillow. “Could you please tell me who you are and why you’re here and why my sister can’t see you?” he tried again. He couldn’t sleep if Jonghyun didn’t tell him. Jonghyun cleared his throat, Taemin tightened his grip from the pillow. Because usually when people clear their throat, it means they would tell him a very long story. And Jongyun’s eyes were fixed on Taemin. His face looked so serious.

”Well-“ he started. He didn’t know why but his heart was pounding so hard.

Thump thump thump.

“Don’t you have to eat dinner? They’re waiting for you,”  said Jonghyun, breaking the silence between the two of them. “Yah!” Taemin yelled, he felt so dumbfounded and he was about to throw a pillow at him when Jonghyun once again laughed. “You are so cute, you know, looking serious like that.”

Jonghyun really couldn’t stop laughing. Taemin groaned, pressed the pillow into his face and screamed his lungs out. He really wanted to smack the other boy so hard on his head. But then he remembered, his noona couldn’t see him. It could mean that the boy was not real. Taemin lowered the pillow and peeked a little at Jonghyun. He was trying to calm himself from laughing. From the moment that they met, they’ve had a conversation but never once have they had skinship.

Maybe, just maybe, he was his imaginary friend?

”Are you my imaginary friend?”

Jonghyun stopped his laughter.

“You know, when I was a kid I used to have an imaginary friend,” he said while resting the pillow on his lap. Right now he didnft care if Jonghyun could see his bare chest. He played with his hand. His mind took him to the past, when he got scolded by his father because he always played alone and talked to air. And that was the first time his father slapped him in the face and never smiled at him anymore. He said he was a useless, crazy son. While remembering a past with a sad smile plastered on his face, Jonghyun hopped from the desk and approached Taemin slowly. The next thing Taemin knew, Jonghyun was at his side. His hand was stroking his hair gently and the other hand was brushing his cheek.

Taemin was taken aback.

“What! J-jjong?”

“Can you feel the warmth of my hands, Taeminnie?”  he asked in a very low and deep voice. His face was just a centimeter away from him and Taemin could feel his breath hitch. Jonghyun stroked his thumb on Taemin’s cheek, waiting for an answer. Without him realizing, Taemin was leaning into his hand and there he could really feel Jonghyun’s warmth. His eyes fluttered, starting to close completely. Jonghyun’s other hand moving lower to his neck, shoulder and his back. Taemin shivered at the touch and he could feel Jonghyun leaning forward, his mouth so close to his ear.

”Could your imaginary friend be so warm like this, Taeminnie?”

Taemin could feel the warm breath of Jonghyun on his ear and again, he shivered lightly. He shook his head, eyes still closed and he was still leaning on Jonghyun’s hand. But apparently Jonghyun wasn’t satisfied with just the shake of his head. He wanted to hear his voice.

“Answer me, Taeminnie. Yes or no?”  his voice was so deep, it was too much for Taemin to handle. He opened his eyes slowly, looking for Jonghyun’s brown eyes.  “N-no. But you’re warm,” he whispered. Jonghyun smirked, feeling so satisfied. He leaned closer to Taemin, their lips barely touching. Jonghyun whispered against his lips before their lips met in a sweet and deep kiss.

”Then I’m real.”