Trust Me, Baby ch22
Title: Trust Me, Baby
Author: white_coral
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Taemin was young, very young. He doesn't even know how tough the reality is outside. Yet, instead of succeeding his attempt of running away from home and starts fresh,he got himself into a bigger trouble. Young Taemin got pregnant. What will happen? Is the child be acceptable to the father? Will Taemin survive alone in the inspiring city of New York?
Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21
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It has been two weeks. Everything I expect, haven't come my way and I'm annoyed everytime I lay my eyes on Minho, who seems oblivious to the situation. Sometimes he even avoids me. And I think, it's about time he tell me the truth.
"Minho." I called him, and his head immediately snap up from the newspaper flipped open on the table.
"What?"
"It's either we talk now or you will not have dinner tonight." The frog continues his gaze upon me, as if still buffering on what I said. I can't help but notice how big his eyes had grown from staring so hard. "Don't look at me like that!" I exclaimed.
"Taem," He started, standing up from the couch and abandoning the papers. He walks to me and hold my hand. "Patience is a virtue."
"Try that sentence again and I'll make sure you see your balls on silver platter tonight."
"Okay okay! Fine." He finally gave in and sigh, letting go my hand to massage his temple. "I'll explain everything about Kevin's contract."
I allow myself to visibly relax at his assurance. "Only after tomorrow's reception."
"What?! You--" Minho clamps my mouth shut with his hand.
"Don't shout. I'm having a headache. Unless you know how to make it go away." He said, enunciating every word as his brows crease.
"Seeexxxx!" A voice rang across the corridor, leading away from the living room. Minho sigh as he rolls his eyes.
"Nigel.." He called, annoyed.
"Whaaat? It's truee! I read it in an arrrticleee!" Nigel's voice echoes loudly. As per usual, Minho ignores him and sigh again as he turns around to collect his papers.
"We're not done, frog."
"I said, tomorrow." He retorts, tone a bit higher.
"I'm not going to wait till you get home drunk!"
"I will not get home drunk!"
"Oh! Then remind me again who was stumbling onto the bed last week smelling like alcohol mixed with some sick sologne? Do you know who was the one that had to put up being your arm pillow for the rest of that night? O yes! It was me!" I argue, angrily hitting his chest. Minho tries to calm me down and eventually had my arms secured in his hands. I gaze at him expectantly as he did to me, panting a little bit.
"Fine. If you don't want that to happen again, come with me." I furrow my brows at his invitation.
"Where to?"
"The social reception, of course." He said simply with a smirk."You can come as my partner."
"Are you kidding me?" I breathe out with disbelieve. "No way in hell I will, you idiot."
"Oh well. Then, you just have to put up with my smell for another night and wait till I'm sober the day after tomorrow, which I'd probably have another headache and wouldn't speak a word about the matter you want to discuss. Hrm?" Minho said, his smirk growing with his confidence and folds his arms over his chest.
"You..." I said menacingly. "Idiotic jerk!! Stupid frog!! Gigantic bastard!! I haaaatee youu!!!!!"
"Come again, I didn't hear you well." Minho exclaimed, offering his left ear. I gather myself with every bit of madness and shouted at the top of my lungs as close as possible to his ear. He winces in pain as I took the chance to run away, knowing I'd get in trouble for doing that. It wasn't a really great idea though, and I only realize that after the pain of my sprained ankle shot up my whole body. I found myself falling.
Surprised, Minho tried to catch me, pulling my wrist in time to turn me around, but we end up crashing to the floor together. Had not the frog support himself with his elbows, I'd probably suffocate. Our lips brushed softly but didn't go unnoticed.
I heard a cough and knew who caught us.. again.
"Sire," Nigel tried to comment but the mad Minho cut him to it.
"If you say that I'm impatient or mention the word bedroom, I swear you will eat your own tongue." Minho said, and I couldn't agree more.
"But Sire, I'm only trying to help.." Nigel said, musing a pitiful face. "..Bringing you a fresh condom." He trolled, putting out his hand which had the plastic in grasp.
"Nigel!" Minho yells.
"Pardon me, Sire, for intruding. I will leave this here then." Amused, Nigel put the condom next to us and left to the door. "Have fun." He noted before shutting the door. "Oh and I don't mind the sound!" I hear him shouts.
"You and your butler are retarded." I comment, grudgingly stare into his chocolate orbs before pushing him off me. Minho just sniggered.
You didn't hear my erratic heartbeats. You didn't.
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Taemin in his loose white shirt and black leather pants must be the most adorable sight in the whole world. His long brown hair is left tousled and tied up high in a curly ponytail. Everything is Key's and he upgrades Taemin looks with a pair of two-tone ankle boots and a white collared jacket.
Upon hearing the news that Taemin is to accompany me to the reception, Key rushes in to makeover his baby. His hands work like a miracle. It's only a simple touch of foundation, maybe some BB cream and a dark eyeliner, but Taemin looks too attractive that I'm afraid someone might actually hit on him. What really caught my attention is, his full, red lips that glistens every time he runs his tongue over it.
We left at about 7 as soon as Itzel slept in Key's arms. Nigel offered to help him with the baby and it was comforting to know she's in trustable hands.
Taemin watches as I once again fumbles with my restricting tie.
"Something wrong?" He asks as we walk out the house side by side. I cough a bit.
"No. Nothing." I let out a sigh to relax myself, which didn't left much of a help.
"Minho." Taemin called as he halt his steps. I stop walking and glance to him.
"What?" The chick bites his thumb as if pondering about something. I watch how his lips latch onto his fair finger. Looking away, I clear my throat and once again tries to loosen my tie.
"Wait here." He suddenly exclaims and dissapears into the house. The surroundings grew silent and the cricket sings from the nearby bushes. I wait and waited, tapping my foot on the ground. I picture Taemin coming out wearing his usual child-like smile and shimmering eyes shine so innocent like a clear glass. Waiting is not so bad, I nod to myself.
Instead, Taemin emerges out blushing, eyes casted down and had both of his hands hiding something on his back. He walks towards me with uncertainty ghosting behind him. He glances up to my eyes only to look away again, round cheeks growing pinker by the second. I chuckle at him.
"You're cute like this." Taemin's eyes grew big at the unexpected compliment and lazily shove my shoulder with a pout. I found myself gazing directly on his lips again. And blink my eyes away. "Come on, we're going to be late." I noted. When I turn around though, the chick pulls my wrist to stop me.
"No, wait." He said, not bothering to look up. As soon as I face my torso to him, Taemin took off my tie with ease using one hand. I watch with surprise.
"What the hell Taemin?"
"Shhh. Shut up." He ordered before revealing his other hand that had been clutching on a white-blue bow tie. I observe in awe, as he gracefully put it on me. Then, stepped back to study his work. His small smile is enough to tell me that he's satisfied. I touch the soft material wrapped around my neck.
"What's this? A gift?" I ask, suddenly feeling giddy. I didn't want to show how ecstatic I am, but finding it impossible to chase away the bliss on my face. Taemin's face reddens as he gazes down and I could somehow read his mind. 'I knew this was a bad idea. Why the hell did I did that? This is too embarassing. I wish a hole would swallow me up right now.' He's so darn adorable.
I pat his head gently. He didn't mind my gesture, not even bothering to look up. So I caress his cheek and tilt his chin up. "Thank you." I said with a grateful smile.
"W-We're gonna be late." Taemin stuttered as he fast walk to the car. I watch amusingly as his ponytail bobs fluffily.
I'm starting to get the hang of everything. And I don't think I have any objection.
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I swear the only thing I could see once I enter the great hall is blinding brightness, as if everything sparkled. As my eyes slowly adjust to the sight though, I realize that it's the gown and dresses of all the ladies, the tall, slim glass each of everyone held, filled with, probably wine, the white tiled floor and the decoratings, like vases and big chandeliers in various sizes and heights. Nothing looked less than posh or fabulous.
We hand our jackets to one of the staff.
"This... is just a social reception?" I spoke, eyes roaming around at the unusual sight. Then, pulled Minho closer, "It's a fucking huge party..!!" I whispered to his ear.
He laughs, noticing the panic that surge on my expression. "Relax. No one's here to eat you alive. Just enjoy it. You don't have to talk if you don't want to." He instructs and walks ahead. With a heavy heart, I catch up to him and he looks at me curiously as I link my arm with his.
"You're the one who talk me into attending this nonsense. Don't abandon me.."
"I don't plan to... Baby." He called me by a nickname. I gaze into his eyes with disgust. "Remember. You're here as my partner."
"You can always say it's for bussiness..!" I whispered.
"Oh yeah? What do you say when they ask which firm are you from?" Minho whispered back. His words made a good point. "If I say you're a family, it's troublesome if someone wants to actually hook you up on an arranged marriage, be it if you're my cousin or brother."
"Soooo it's fine if I'm your 'baby'?" I ask sarcastically, raising any eyebrow. Minho smirks, and tore his gaze away from me.
"You'll see." He murmured. Before I could pass a snide, five black-suited men had approached both of us. My body stiffens in nervous, and I shift to slightly hide behind Minho's frame, gripping to his arm as if he's my shield.
"Master Minho," The man in the middle bows, followed by the others. He must be the leader of which firm of Minho's association. "I am very honoured to have you as my guest."
"I'm glad I decided to attend this social reception. It feels like forever since we have seen each other. And you have such a beautiful property." Minho said, with a firm, unfaltered expression, in contrast to the gentler him I'm used to. A shiver ran down my spine. Is this really Minho?
"Master, I'm more than thankful." The man replies, slightly bowing again. The atmosphere didn't really match their words. I sense the stern coldness between them.
"And I assume he is your partner?" He added, and I realize that he's referring to me. My heart grips with sudden fright, but contained it.
"Oh, this is Taemin. Lee Taemin." Minho introduces. "He's my lover." He spoke with a clear voice and steps aside to reveal me from his behind. Those who heard, stare and people start murmuring around. I hear some gasping and stop whatever they are doing to focus on me. What the fuck is actually going on?
"Just. Smile." Minho mouthed when I eyed him.
"Good evening... err.." I greeted awkwardly, as my voice somehow echoes the entire hall that grew more silent by the moment, and tried to smile softly.
"Good evening, Taemin. I'm Hyo Shin, Park Hyo Shin." He stretches a hand and I shook it. People start to chatter and talk again.
"He's the host." Minho explained to me.
"It's very pretty here." I comment sincerely.
"You are very pretty." Mr. Hyo Shin exclaims and I could only blush, glancing to my feet, ashamed. I tried to retract my hand, but finding it stuck in his hand. I look up to him, and watch with bewilderment as he bows to kiss the back of it.
"I'm not lying, Master Taemin."
"Thankyou." I said hastily and tug away from him. Minho wraps his arm protectively around my shoulder and I revel his tight grip. I glance up, finding his unfazed, firm expression somewhat relieving. At least he watches over me.
"I'm very sorry for keeping you. Please," Mr Hyo Shin gestured at the crowd. "Enjoy." Then, he proceeds to greet the new other guests, face scrunched up in his own smile, which isn't that far from smirking. What a creep.
"Minho.." I squirm under his grip. "You're hurting." When he snaps out from his daze, he murmurs an apologize and soothingly rubs my sore arm. I feel the piercing gaze from almost everyone in the hall. What is so shocking to be Minho's lover? What is he, God?
"Mmm.." I groaned grimly. Then pout. This is not going as I planned.
"What's---" Minho wanted to enquire, but was cut by another group of men. They greet each other, and I could see that this one seems to be in good terms as they gave each other a brotherly hug and Minho had a relaxed facial.
I stayed for a while, listening to their conversation and occasional laugh, but finding it boring since I couldn't really understand. Gradually, I slip myself away from the crowd among Minho and aimlessly walked around. When I sense that someone is trying to strike a conversation, I pace away. The last thing I want to do right now is mingle around with stangers involved in the black world.
As I pick a glass of wine, the sight of the vast, empty balcony caught my eyes. The door wwas left wide open and the cold night breeze seeps in easily. I made my way there, and finding it the most peaceful spot, away from the blinding lights, glinting glamorousity and the investigative attention.
I took a sip from the wine, tasting it's somewhat strong taste but finding it's to my taste. I sigh as the air gently caress my cheeks and look up the sky, where the moon hides behind a wall of clouds. A different tickling blow of air to my ear though, startle me and I turn around immediately. Mr Hyo Shin's face came close, inches away from actually touching. Gasping, I back away until my bottom bumps onto the stone railing.
"My, did I frightened you?" He asks, a hand accesorizing rings brought to his chest. He held a glass of wine in another. "Please, forgive me. My pranks are sometimes too.. naughty." He bows with a smirk, intent eyes not leaving mine. I gulp at the mysteriousness.
"Do you, umm, need something from me?"
"I just wanted to have a talk." He spoke and stood next to me, admiring the moon just like I did not two minutes ago. "You are glowing too obvious. It's hard to not notice you, Master Taemin."
"Just Taemin is fine." I mentions and inches away. Noticing this, Mr Hyo Shin came closer.
"You really do look beautiful." Ashamed, I slightly bow to gesture a thank you. "If I wasn't so keen at observing how your adam's apple moves, I would mistook you as a girl. A very attractive girl."
"Isn't that great." I replied, feeling weird at his words.
"How long have you been together?"
"Huh?"
"With Master Minho, I meant."
"Oh. Umm.. long enough." I explain. Why the hell is he asking about this? I start to fidget and longingly gaze at the hall where I could run from conversating with this man and return by Minho's side. What the hell was I thinking when I walked away??
Mr Hyo Shin chuckles softly. "Tell me." He enquires. Around this man, I'm tongue-tied. It felt like one slip of word is a poison and that one slight revelations might be a mistake. "Have you been sleeping with him?"
I felt flushed at the question, and glances down to the glass in my hand. Sure, me and Minho had been sleeping together. But the meaning behind Mr Hyo Shin's word was far from the relationship we share.
"Is it a 'No'?" He continues to ask.
"In a way, yes, it is a 'No'. But we had.. are, sleeping together." I reply, trying to keep my cool.
"Wha.." Mr Hyo Shin's exclaims. "How does he resist the temptation?" He tilts his head in a confused manner, eyes still intent on me.
"What do you mean?" He breathed out with disbelieve and a smirk, which frightens me still.
"To put it simply... Taemin," He closens the gap between us, and I shift away to keep the space. He whispers to my ear, and I felt the ticklish blow again. "If I was him, I don't know how to keep myself.... in my pants."
Maybe my eyes grew so big and looked quite put out. Mr Hyo Shin laughs gracefully and noted, "I'm kidding Taemin." Though he sounded very tempted.
He raises his glass. "To you and Master Minho. May both of you prosper." He said, then drank. Avoiding from being rude, I also gulp down the cool fluid and immediately felt relieved. I sigh contentedly, all the while watched by Mr Hyo Shin's eyes. I figured, maybe it's his habit to follow every move of anyone he's socially engaged at the moment. I hate his intent stare.
"I better go find Minho." I excused myself, thinking it's enough social for me.
"Oh. Allow me." He offered his arm. "I'll help you find him. I know where he was." By heart, I want to refuse. But finding myself still tongue-tied before him. I nod, and link arms with him despite my better judgement. Blame him for his menacing aura.
It took quite a while to reach Minho. Mr Hyo Shin would stop to talk with some people and I grimly smiled at them, hoping my presence wouldn't be minded. His final stop is when he took another glass of wine and offered me. With a churning mind, I absent-mindedly took it.
Minho saw us together, arm in arm, walking towards him. Finally, I thought. Minho and the conversation he had with his social group dropped when me and Mr Hyo Shin reached them. I saw Minho's face returns an icy, firm expression again. He reaches out his hand at me and I immediately laced our hands together when he came in range, detaching my arm from Mr Hyo Shin's grip. He bowed and left smiling, or smirking, whichever it was but I felt rest-assured being near Minho and away from him.
"Why were you with him?" Minho whispered. I shook my aching head, not feeling like talking. He realizes, that as usual, I can't really hold my liquor. He pat my head assuringly as I toy his left hand's suit button, and felt a little comforted. The attention from his friends I gave my back at didn't really help though.
"Boss you haven't introduce your lover to us yet!" One man exclaimed, raising his glass in an excited manner.
"Daesung's right. Let us at least take a good look at him." A shorter one added. Minho contemplated. He can't possibly avoid this, and I groan softly at him when he wrap his arm around my shoulder and turn me around to face them.
"Meet Taemin." He introduced. "They are the people under Kahi's team." He explained to me.
"It's a pleasure meeting everyone." I smiled. Gosh, what a distasteful lie I just spouted.
"Boss must be quite handful, eh?"
"You bet he is.." I murmured and Minho pinches my arm for it. I softly elbowed his waist.
"I've never heard bout you before tonight. Boss didn't tell us he found you."
"Don't you think he's quite difficult? He rarely talks. 'Cept to give out orders, that part of his mouth is active." One person noted, causing the surrounding crowd to burst into laughter. Minho a quiet type? No, that's not the Minho I know.
"F.Y.I Zico, I'm still here and am not deaf." Minho retorts firmly.
"But really," A skinny guy said, "We thought Boss is supposed to go out with.. who was that girl?" He asked his friend standing by his side.
Owh? The frog's 'supposedly' lover?
"Hey, it's a 'he'. Mm..Mika? I think that's his name."
"What?" I said, tone a bit higher.
Mika? That Mika?
"Whoever told you can reveal that?" Minho's stern voice filled the void, the amused atmosphere blown away. He stares intently at the guy, named U-Kwon and I could see fear swimming in his eyes. Soon, people starts to pace away, leaving the tense site.
"Wh---"
"Let's go home." Minho cut my words and I'm left speechless as he took my wrist and walked to the entrance.
Another crowd of people swarm before we could leave though, and one person pulled him into a hug. I was casted away close to his side yet somehow far away, just watching this man, not being the Minho I live with.
He's.. different. He had a public image, a persona he kept to make sure the purpose of his work serves as the best and the strongest. It's as if I don't know much about him.
I'm not in the picture.
Before I knew it, I drifted away from Minho again and sat at the dark, empty corner of the balcony, blocked from the crowds' view. I could make out the inside from my hideout though, and watch as Minho emptied glass by glass after dealing with people he obviously doesn't have any mood to.
Sometimes he glanced here and there, looking for someone. I held hope, he still hasn't abandon me among this sea of human I know nothing about. But when he glanced to the person approaching him each time he searches, I know he found his target. He was not looking for me.
I'm definitely not in the picture, or forgotten.
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It was midnight when we reached home. Taemin was silent and from his expression, I knew he didn't felt like talking. He'd massage his temple, obviously suffering from a headache and kept sighing. My heart sank with regret. Bringing him along was really a bad idea.
"Taemin." I called out to him as we left the nursery to check on the slumbering Itzel, and head to our unlit shared bedroom. He didn't bother to glance at me.
The tension was killing my sanity. And I knew I had a decent amount of drink tonight, though not enough to make me wobble. Taemin took off his jacket and sigh again. I catch his wrist when he tried to retreat to the restroom.
"What do you want..?" He said tiredly.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Just.. Nothing." He tug away, but I was firm.
"I'm not stupid."
"Please be."
"Don't joke with me." I exclaimed, pulling his body to face me and he declined, standing close and seemed intimidated.
"I am not joking, Master Minho."
"Why ar---"
"The minute people address you 'Master', you completely forgot why I was there with you at the first place. You made me feel like a piece of driftwood I was depending on you!" He exclaimed with anger. The moonlight from the window he stood next to shone on his pale skin, illuminating his soft, pretty features evident with hurt.
"What makes that my fault?" My blood boils, insanely assuming I had to counter him.
"It is your fault. And, god.. You smell like alcohol. You promised!"
"It was my only solution, my drug! You didn't have to deal with those people, you think I like putting on a facade and parade around like I am someone else?"
"Well then listen genius, you succeeded in pleasing people's expectations. But failed keeping your promise. You are a jerk!" He said, stomping away.
I was angry. Not to mention annoyed. What I'm sure is that he's not getting away with this.
I approach him, and yank his hand. He gasp as I turn him around, violently pushing him against the nearest wall. He groans at the pain, but his eyes were flaring.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Taemin shouted.
For a moment, I thought he was a defenceless, gorgeous God's child. Tied ponytail a bit dishevelled, leaving a few strands of hair falling gracefully at his fair neck and down his inviting collarbone, revealed by his low chest-cut shirt.
"D-Don't grip my shoulders! You're hurting me again!" He exclaimed, scrawny body tried to push me away, a strong block of wood. All I saw before me was a weak, fragile youth. But that thought is blewn away when he lands a sharp slap across my left cheek.
That hurts.
"Did that satisfy you?" I ask with a stern voice. Taemin hesitated, but tried to keep his resent. I saw a tear at the corner of his eyes.
Then I snapped out of it.
What was I doing? I loosen my hands on Taemin, and watched the frightened boy on the verge of crying but denying it.
"Tae--I... I'm sorry." I muttered. Drunk. I'm a stupid jerk to disgrace myself like this.
"It's my blame. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to.." Taemin made a weak move to push me again, his eyes casted down, long eyelashes batting slow and tired on his flushed cheeks. Godness. He really was depending on me. Why was I so stupid?
"Go away.." He gently murmured. I ignore it, and hugged his small frame. He needed this I thought, when I feel him snuggle on my chest as if I won't notice. We stood there, Taemin still against the wall, and I standing before him in the dark, unlit room, hugging. He only hugged back after a few minutes, hands clutching loosely on my shirt.
I really wanted to comfort him. It was a pure consideration, but slowly, Taemin's sweet, intoxicating smell starts to cloud my mind.
Like Taemin, he smelt like Taemin. I have always admired Taemin's smell. I hug him tighter, not wanting to part with this bliss.
When he realizes my nose was tickling his neck, he pushes me away. I felt my heart drops, but when I saw him gazing right into my eyes, cheeks blushing and adorable caring eyes threatening to spill tears, I did the impossible.
I lower my head, as he puckers up suavely, and captured his lips.
Our lips move slowly, savouring each moment and each taste as our eyes are closed. Taemin's lips are delicious, like a candy, that I want more after each kiss and touch. I felt heated as each ticks of the clock time our gentle suave and turned into a passionate make-out.
Taemin wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss as he seductively rubs his thigh on mine. On instinct, my hand made its way to his bottom, cupping both of it like how I always imagined I'd do, and pulled him even closer. He groans softly as he part his lips and I let my tongue slip in, sloppily exploring his mouth.
My hands won't stop roaming on Taemin's body. My left hand slip underneath Taemin's shirt, feeling the smooth skin he had always kept to himself. Our lips part, each moaning lightly, when I felt as though the spilling saliva was too much and licked it. I kiss his lips once again, then trailed down to his jaw, desperately kissing hard on every skin my lips met.
When I dip into his collarbone, Taemin threw his head back and mewled. I felt a stirring inside myself at the sound. As I bit and suck his sensitive spot, Taemin bucked his hips and inhaled sharply when our groins brushed. He captures my lips in a searing kiss again, both not wanting to lose. I pulled his legs up, and he hurriedly wraps it around my waist, hanging on me, depending on me. He moaned keeningly when I grind onto his clothed erection with mine against the wall.
Hastily, I stop our kiss and brought him to the bed. He bounces on the fluffy, spring bed when I let him go. A course of excitement made me feel alive at that simple action and I pull off his hair tie, watching his long hair cascade down his shoulder, framing his beautiful face perfectly, and took off my bow tie before pushing him to lay down and crawl on top of him, claiming his tasty lips once again.
He moaned through our kiss as he urgently unbuttons my shirt when I push his shirt up, revealing his pert nubs, and toyed with both of it. He gently pushes me and I slip my tongue out of his mouth, a string of saliva broke between us. The sight of him being breathless, eyes half-lidded and lustful for me, body willing to offer the pleasure I seek are too tantalizing and I felt confined inside my pants.
"Let me.... haa.. catch my... breathe.." He panted, and I smiled as I kiss down his jaw, neck, and sucked on the hickey I left earlier. Taemin whimpered, hands clenching onto the sheets loosely. I went to his nipples, and took one in my mouth. Taemin responded with a sharp gasp and arched his back. I rub his sides soothingly as I suck it, wanting to taste more of Taemin. I swirl my tongue around it, then travelled down to his flat stomach and dip into his belly button.
He whimpered, and pulled me up again. Our lips crash into each other again, each fighting for domination. I didn't mind though, loving how he desperately deepens the kiss. When we part breathlessly, he begged, "Let's stop.."
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I woke up to the chirping of birds, eyes fluttering sleepily and sat up with an aching head. The clock at the bedside showed half past ten late in the morning. I glance down when I feel like something wrapped around my waist beneath the duvet.
It was Minho, arms securely circled around me. The images of last night flood back into my mind. All the kissing, and touching, and grinding, and shamelessly licking... I blushed furiously, and I thought I would blow up. But could only wish for the convenience if it was possible.
Minho stirred. I wanted to get out of bed and see Itzel, dearly missing her beautiful smile. But figured that waking this frog up is my first task. I push the embarassment away, knowing I could witness his flushing expression if he opens his eyes to my sight.
I slid under the duvet again, lying close to his side and could almost feel his breath against my own face.
"Hey frog. Wake up.."
"Mmnnh." He murmured, arms pulling me closer. I roll my eyes.
"It's bright, wake up already!" To my higher tone, Minho woke up with brows creasing, took a peek at me, then at the whole room, and decided to hide under the blanket, obviously dreading the morning.
"Wake up you lazy ass!"
"Don wannaaa..."
"Aish!" I sat up again, and pulled off the blanket, revealing Minho in a huddling, prawn position.
"Don't you have work?" I demanded.
"I'd rather sleep.."
"You're not getting any more. Now get up!" Minho snap open his eyes, gazing straight into me. I blink twice at the attention.
"What?" I ask. His lips slowly tug into a playful smirk, eyes still sleepy but wide open. He reaches out his hand and touch my collarbone, softly laughing.
"This." Minho replied. Confused, I tilt my head. This sleepy-head is talking nonsense. Before I could enquire him, he got off the bed and scratched the back of his neck as he yawns, dissapearing into the restroom.
I sigh. Then shift off the bed as well, about to head out the room and get Itzel. It was embarassing when I pass the side of the wall where Minho and I... well, made out.
Drunk. That's it. We were drunk.
Oh god I hope I trip and lose last night's memories. I was so needy and I can't believe I actually submit to seduction. I don't know how it started, how everything seemed fuzzy, dreamy and nebulous yet every little touch from Minho trailed a fiery, tingling sensation. I remember that part because.. it felt good.
I wanted him, that I won't deny.
But we had no love and I was suddenly so scared.
My heart quickens when I think of Minho desperately clung onto my skin, kissing and enjoying it as if his life depended on it. He was erected. Because of me. I look down to my moving feet bringing me to the nursery, cheeks reddening and feeling too shameful. I clench onto my chest, wishing it would calm down. My hand travels up to my collarbone, the part where Minho touched earlier.
This. What is 'this'?
It wasn't long before realisation dawns on me.
Streaked, I scramble into the nearest room, the lounge room, and found a hanged mirror above the table lamp. I practically ran to stand before it. With wide eyes, I watch as I remove my hand, revealing the obvious hickey Minho left.
Oh god. This.
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Readers, are you happy?? I didn't warn you guys the steamy part.. o well, forgive me if it wasn't awesome. ^^''
Enjoy and comment. This was one hell of a chapter...
Author: white_coral
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Taemin was young, very young. He doesn't even know how tough the reality is outside. Yet, instead of succeeding his attempt of running away from home and starts fresh,he got himself into a bigger trouble. Young Taemin got pregnant. What will happen? Is the child be acceptable to the father? Will Taemin survive alone in the inspiring city of New York?
Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21
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It has been two weeks. Everything I expect, haven't come my way and I'm annoyed everytime I lay my eyes on Minho, who seems oblivious to the situation. Sometimes he even avoids me. And I think, it's about time he tell me the truth.
"Minho." I called him, and his head immediately snap up from the newspaper flipped open on the table.
"What?"
"It's either we talk now or you will not have dinner tonight." The frog continues his gaze upon me, as if still buffering on what I said. I can't help but notice how big his eyes had grown from staring so hard. "Don't look at me like that!" I exclaimed.
"Taem," He started, standing up from the couch and abandoning the papers. He walks to me and hold my hand. "Patience is a virtue."
"Try that sentence again and I'll make sure you see your balls on silver platter tonight."
"Okay okay! Fine." He finally gave in and sigh, letting go my hand to massage his temple. "I'll explain everything about Kevin's contract."
I allow myself to visibly relax at his assurance. "Only after tomorrow's reception."
"What?! You--" Minho clamps my mouth shut with his hand.
"Don't shout. I'm having a headache. Unless you know how to make it go away." He said, enunciating every word as his brows crease.
"Seeexxxx!" A voice rang across the corridor, leading away from the living room. Minho sigh as he rolls his eyes.
"Nigel.." He called, annoyed.
"Whaaat? It's truee! I read it in an arrrticleee!" Nigel's voice echoes loudly. As per usual, Minho ignores him and sigh again as he turns around to collect his papers.
"We're not done, frog."
"I said, tomorrow." He retorts, tone a bit higher.
"I'm not going to wait till you get home drunk!"
"I will not get home drunk!"
"Oh! Then remind me again who was stumbling onto the bed last week smelling like alcohol mixed with some sick sologne? Do you know who was the one that had to put up being your arm pillow for the rest of that night? O yes! It was me!" I argue, angrily hitting his chest. Minho tries to calm me down and eventually had my arms secured in his hands. I gaze at him expectantly as he did to me, panting a little bit.
"Fine. If you don't want that to happen again, come with me." I furrow my brows at his invitation.
"Where to?"
"The social reception, of course." He said simply with a smirk."You can come as my partner."
"Are you kidding me?" I breathe out with disbelieve. "No way in hell I will, you idiot."
"Oh well. Then, you just have to put up with my smell for another night and wait till I'm sober the day after tomorrow, which I'd probably have another headache and wouldn't speak a word about the matter you want to discuss. Hrm?" Minho said, his smirk growing with his confidence and folds his arms over his chest.
"You..." I said menacingly. "Idiotic jerk!! Stupid frog!! Gigantic bastard!! I haaaatee youu!!!!!"
"Come again, I didn't hear you well." Minho exclaimed, offering his left ear. I gather myself with every bit of madness and shouted at the top of my lungs as close as possible to his ear. He winces in pain as I took the chance to run away, knowing I'd get in trouble for doing that. It wasn't a really great idea though, and I only realize that after the pain of my sprained ankle shot up my whole body. I found myself falling.
Surprised, Minho tried to catch me, pulling my wrist in time to turn me around, but we end up crashing to the floor together. Had not the frog support himself with his elbows, I'd probably suffocate. Our lips brushed softly but didn't go unnoticed.
I heard a cough and knew who caught us.. again.
"Sire," Nigel tried to comment but the mad Minho cut him to it.
"If you say that I'm impatient or mention the word bedroom, I swear you will eat your own tongue." Minho said, and I couldn't agree more.
"But Sire, I'm only trying to help.." Nigel said, musing a pitiful face. "..Bringing you a fresh condom." He trolled, putting out his hand which had the plastic in grasp.
"Nigel!" Minho yells.
"Pardon me, Sire, for intruding. I will leave this here then." Amused, Nigel put the condom next to us and left to the door. "Have fun." He noted before shutting the door. "Oh and I don't mind the sound!" I hear him shouts.
"You and your butler are retarded." I comment, grudgingly stare into his chocolate orbs before pushing him off me. Minho just sniggered.
You didn't hear my erratic heartbeats. You didn't.
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Taemin in his loose white shirt and black leather pants must be the most adorable sight in the whole world. His long brown hair is left tousled and tied up high in a curly ponytail. Everything is Key's and he upgrades Taemin looks with a pair of two-tone ankle boots and a white collared jacket.
Upon hearing the news that Taemin is to accompany me to the reception, Key rushes in to makeover his baby. His hands work like a miracle. It's only a simple touch of foundation, maybe some BB cream and a dark eyeliner, but Taemin looks too attractive that I'm afraid someone might actually hit on him. What really caught my attention is, his full, red lips that glistens every time he runs his tongue over it.
We left at about 7 as soon as Itzel slept in Key's arms. Nigel offered to help him with the baby and it was comforting to know she's in trustable hands.
Taemin watches as I once again fumbles with my restricting tie.
"Something wrong?" He asks as we walk out the house side by side. I cough a bit.
"No. Nothing." I let out a sigh to relax myself, which didn't left much of a help.
"Minho." Taemin called as he halt his steps. I stop walking and glance to him.
"What?" The chick bites his thumb as if pondering about something. I watch how his lips latch onto his fair finger. Looking away, I clear my throat and once again tries to loosen my tie.
"Wait here." He suddenly exclaims and dissapears into the house. The surroundings grew silent and the cricket sings from the nearby bushes. I wait and waited, tapping my foot on the ground. I picture Taemin coming out wearing his usual child-like smile and shimmering eyes shine so innocent like a clear glass. Waiting is not so bad, I nod to myself.
Instead, Taemin emerges out blushing, eyes casted down and had both of his hands hiding something on his back. He walks towards me with uncertainty ghosting behind him. He glances up to my eyes only to look away again, round cheeks growing pinker by the second. I chuckle at him.
"You're cute like this." Taemin's eyes grew big at the unexpected compliment and lazily shove my shoulder with a pout. I found myself gazing directly on his lips again. And blink my eyes away. "Come on, we're going to be late." I noted. When I turn around though, the chick pulls my wrist to stop me.
"No, wait." He said, not bothering to look up. As soon as I face my torso to him, Taemin took off my tie with ease using one hand. I watch with surprise.
"What the hell Taemin?"
"Shhh. Shut up." He ordered before revealing his other hand that had been clutching on a white-blue bow tie. I observe in awe, as he gracefully put it on me. Then, stepped back to study his work. His small smile is enough to tell me that he's satisfied. I touch the soft material wrapped around my neck.
"What's this? A gift?" I ask, suddenly feeling giddy. I didn't want to show how ecstatic I am, but finding it impossible to chase away the bliss on my face. Taemin's face reddens as he gazes down and I could somehow read his mind. 'I knew this was a bad idea. Why the hell did I did that? This is too embarassing. I wish a hole would swallow me up right now.' He's so darn adorable.
I pat his head gently. He didn't mind my gesture, not even bothering to look up. So I caress his cheek and tilt his chin up. "Thank you." I said with a grateful smile.
"W-We're gonna be late." Taemin stuttered as he fast walk to the car. I watch amusingly as his ponytail bobs fluffily.
I'm starting to get the hang of everything. And I don't think I have any objection.
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I swear the only thing I could see once I enter the great hall is blinding brightness, as if everything sparkled. As my eyes slowly adjust to the sight though, I realize that it's the gown and dresses of all the ladies, the tall, slim glass each of everyone held, filled with, probably wine, the white tiled floor and the decoratings, like vases and big chandeliers in various sizes and heights. Nothing looked less than posh or fabulous.
We hand our jackets to one of the staff.
"This... is just a social reception?" I spoke, eyes roaming around at the unusual sight. Then, pulled Minho closer, "It's a fucking huge party..!!" I whispered to his ear.
He laughs, noticing the panic that surge on my expression. "Relax. No one's here to eat you alive. Just enjoy it. You don't have to talk if you don't want to." He instructs and walks ahead. With a heavy heart, I catch up to him and he looks at me curiously as I link my arm with his.
"You're the one who talk me into attending this nonsense. Don't abandon me.."
"I don't plan to... Baby." He called me by a nickname. I gaze into his eyes with disgust. "Remember. You're here as my partner."
"You can always say it's for bussiness..!" I whispered.
"Oh yeah? What do you say when they ask which firm are you from?" Minho whispered back. His words made a good point. "If I say you're a family, it's troublesome if someone wants to actually hook you up on an arranged marriage, be it if you're my cousin or brother."
"Soooo it's fine if I'm your 'baby'?" I ask sarcastically, raising any eyebrow. Minho smirks, and tore his gaze away from me.
"You'll see." He murmured. Before I could pass a snide, five black-suited men had approached both of us. My body stiffens in nervous, and I shift to slightly hide behind Minho's frame, gripping to his arm as if he's my shield.
"Master Minho," The man in the middle bows, followed by the others. He must be the leader of which firm of Minho's association. "I am very honoured to have you as my guest."
"I'm glad I decided to attend this social reception. It feels like forever since we have seen each other. And you have such a beautiful property." Minho said, with a firm, unfaltered expression, in contrast to the gentler him I'm used to. A shiver ran down my spine. Is this really Minho?
"Master, I'm more than thankful." The man replies, slightly bowing again. The atmosphere didn't really match their words. I sense the stern coldness between them.
"And I assume he is your partner?" He added, and I realize that he's referring to me. My heart grips with sudden fright, but contained it.
"Oh, this is Taemin. Lee Taemin." Minho introduces. "He's my lover." He spoke with a clear voice and steps aside to reveal me from his behind. Those who heard, stare and people start murmuring around. I hear some gasping and stop whatever they are doing to focus on me. What the fuck is actually going on?
"Just. Smile." Minho mouthed when I eyed him.
"Good evening... err.." I greeted awkwardly, as my voice somehow echoes the entire hall that grew more silent by the moment, and tried to smile softly.
"Good evening, Taemin. I'm Hyo Shin, Park Hyo Shin." He stretches a hand and I shook it. People start to chatter and talk again.
"He's the host." Minho explained to me.
"It's very pretty here." I comment sincerely.
"You are very pretty." Mr. Hyo Shin exclaims and I could only blush, glancing to my feet, ashamed. I tried to retract my hand, but finding it stuck in his hand. I look up to him, and watch with bewilderment as he bows to kiss the back of it.
"I'm not lying, Master Taemin."
"Thankyou." I said hastily and tug away from him. Minho wraps his arm protectively around my shoulder and I revel his tight grip. I glance up, finding his unfazed, firm expression somewhat relieving. At least he watches over me.
"I'm very sorry for keeping you. Please," Mr Hyo Shin gestured at the crowd. "Enjoy." Then, he proceeds to greet the new other guests, face scrunched up in his own smile, which isn't that far from smirking. What a creep.
"Minho.." I squirm under his grip. "You're hurting." When he snaps out from his daze, he murmurs an apologize and soothingly rubs my sore arm. I feel the piercing gaze from almost everyone in the hall. What is so shocking to be Minho's lover? What is he, God?
"Mmm.." I groaned grimly. Then pout. This is not going as I planned.
"What's---" Minho wanted to enquire, but was cut by another group of men. They greet each other, and I could see that this one seems to be in good terms as they gave each other a brotherly hug and Minho had a relaxed facial.
I stayed for a while, listening to their conversation and occasional laugh, but finding it boring since I couldn't really understand. Gradually, I slip myself away from the crowd among Minho and aimlessly walked around. When I sense that someone is trying to strike a conversation, I pace away. The last thing I want to do right now is mingle around with stangers involved in the black world.
As I pick a glass of wine, the sight of the vast, empty balcony caught my eyes. The door wwas left wide open and the cold night breeze seeps in easily. I made my way there, and finding it the most peaceful spot, away from the blinding lights, glinting glamorousity and the investigative attention.
I took a sip from the wine, tasting it's somewhat strong taste but finding it's to my taste. I sigh as the air gently caress my cheeks and look up the sky, where the moon hides behind a wall of clouds. A different tickling blow of air to my ear though, startle me and I turn around immediately. Mr Hyo Shin's face came close, inches away from actually touching. Gasping, I back away until my bottom bumps onto the stone railing.
"My, did I frightened you?" He asks, a hand accesorizing rings brought to his chest. He held a glass of wine in another. "Please, forgive me. My pranks are sometimes too.. naughty." He bows with a smirk, intent eyes not leaving mine. I gulp at the mysteriousness.
"Do you, umm, need something from me?"
"I just wanted to have a talk." He spoke and stood next to me, admiring the moon just like I did not two minutes ago. "You are glowing too obvious. It's hard to not notice you, Master Taemin."
"Just Taemin is fine." I mentions and inches away. Noticing this, Mr Hyo Shin came closer.
"You really do look beautiful." Ashamed, I slightly bow to gesture a thank you. "If I wasn't so keen at observing how your adam's apple moves, I would mistook you as a girl. A very attractive girl."
"Isn't that great." I replied, feeling weird at his words.
"How long have you been together?"
"Huh?"
"With Master Minho, I meant."
"Oh. Umm.. long enough." I explain. Why the hell is he asking about this? I start to fidget and longingly gaze at the hall where I could run from conversating with this man and return by Minho's side. What the hell was I thinking when I walked away??
Mr Hyo Shin chuckles softly. "Tell me." He enquires. Around this man, I'm tongue-tied. It felt like one slip of word is a poison and that one slight revelations might be a mistake. "Have you been sleeping with him?"
I felt flushed at the question, and glances down to the glass in my hand. Sure, me and Minho had been sleeping together. But the meaning behind Mr Hyo Shin's word was far from the relationship we share.
"Is it a 'No'?" He continues to ask.
"In a way, yes, it is a 'No'. But we had.. are, sleeping together." I reply, trying to keep my cool.
"Wha.." Mr Hyo Shin's exclaims. "How does he resist the temptation?" He tilts his head in a confused manner, eyes still intent on me.
"What do you mean?" He breathed out with disbelieve and a smirk, which frightens me still.
"To put it simply... Taemin," He closens the gap between us, and I shift away to keep the space. He whispers to my ear, and I felt the ticklish blow again. "If I was him, I don't know how to keep myself.... in my pants."
Maybe my eyes grew so big and looked quite put out. Mr Hyo Shin laughs gracefully and noted, "I'm kidding Taemin." Though he sounded very tempted.
He raises his glass. "To you and Master Minho. May both of you prosper." He said, then drank. Avoiding from being rude, I also gulp down the cool fluid and immediately felt relieved. I sigh contentedly, all the while watched by Mr Hyo Shin's eyes. I figured, maybe it's his habit to follow every move of anyone he's socially engaged at the moment. I hate his intent stare.
"I better go find Minho." I excused myself, thinking it's enough social for me.
"Oh. Allow me." He offered his arm. "I'll help you find him. I know where he was." By heart, I want to refuse. But finding myself still tongue-tied before him. I nod, and link arms with him despite my better judgement. Blame him for his menacing aura.
It took quite a while to reach Minho. Mr Hyo Shin would stop to talk with some people and I grimly smiled at them, hoping my presence wouldn't be minded. His final stop is when he took another glass of wine and offered me. With a churning mind, I absent-mindedly took it.
Minho saw us together, arm in arm, walking towards him. Finally, I thought. Minho and the conversation he had with his social group dropped when me and Mr Hyo Shin reached them. I saw Minho's face returns an icy, firm expression again. He reaches out his hand at me and I immediately laced our hands together when he came in range, detaching my arm from Mr Hyo Shin's grip. He bowed and left smiling, or smirking, whichever it was but I felt rest-assured being near Minho and away from him.
"Why were you with him?" Minho whispered. I shook my aching head, not feeling like talking. He realizes, that as usual, I can't really hold my liquor. He pat my head assuringly as I toy his left hand's suit button, and felt a little comforted. The attention from his friends I gave my back at didn't really help though.
"Boss you haven't introduce your lover to us yet!" One man exclaimed, raising his glass in an excited manner.
"Daesung's right. Let us at least take a good look at him." A shorter one added. Minho contemplated. He can't possibly avoid this, and I groan softly at him when he wrap his arm around my shoulder and turn me around to face them.
"Meet Taemin." He introduced. "They are the people under Kahi's team." He explained to me.
"It's a pleasure meeting everyone." I smiled. Gosh, what a distasteful lie I just spouted.
"Boss must be quite handful, eh?"
"You bet he is.." I murmured and Minho pinches my arm for it. I softly elbowed his waist.
"I've never heard bout you before tonight. Boss didn't tell us he found you."
"Don't you think he's quite difficult? He rarely talks. 'Cept to give out orders, that part of his mouth is active." One person noted, causing the surrounding crowd to burst into laughter. Minho a quiet type? No, that's not the Minho I know.
"F.Y.I Zico, I'm still here and am not deaf." Minho retorts firmly.
"But really," A skinny guy said, "We thought Boss is supposed to go out with.. who was that girl?" He asked his friend standing by his side.
Owh? The frog's 'supposedly' lover?
"Hey, it's a 'he'. Mm..Mika? I think that's his name."
"What?" I said, tone a bit higher.
Mika? That Mika?
"Whoever told you can reveal that?" Minho's stern voice filled the void, the amused atmosphere blown away. He stares intently at the guy, named U-Kwon and I could see fear swimming in his eyes. Soon, people starts to pace away, leaving the tense site.
"Wh---"
"Let's go home." Minho cut my words and I'm left speechless as he took my wrist and walked to the entrance.
Another crowd of people swarm before we could leave though, and one person pulled him into a hug. I was casted away close to his side yet somehow far away, just watching this man, not being the Minho I live with.
He's.. different. He had a public image, a persona he kept to make sure the purpose of his work serves as the best and the strongest. It's as if I don't know much about him.
I'm not in the picture.
Before I knew it, I drifted away from Minho again and sat at the dark, empty corner of the balcony, blocked from the crowds' view. I could make out the inside from my hideout though, and watch as Minho emptied glass by glass after dealing with people he obviously doesn't have any mood to.
Sometimes he glanced here and there, looking for someone. I held hope, he still hasn't abandon me among this sea of human I know nothing about. But when he glanced to the person approaching him each time he searches, I know he found his target. He was not looking for me.
I'm definitely not in the picture, or forgotten.
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It was midnight when we reached home. Taemin was silent and from his expression, I knew he didn't felt like talking. He'd massage his temple, obviously suffering from a headache and kept sighing. My heart sank with regret. Bringing him along was really a bad idea.
"Taemin." I called out to him as we left the nursery to check on the slumbering Itzel, and head to our unlit shared bedroom. He didn't bother to glance at me.
The tension was killing my sanity. And I knew I had a decent amount of drink tonight, though not enough to make me wobble. Taemin took off his jacket and sigh again. I catch his wrist when he tried to retreat to the restroom.
"What do you want..?" He said tiredly.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Just.. Nothing." He tug away, but I was firm.
"I'm not stupid."
"Please be."
"Don't joke with me." I exclaimed, pulling his body to face me and he declined, standing close and seemed intimidated.
"I am not joking, Master Minho."
"Why ar---"
"The minute people address you 'Master', you completely forgot why I was there with you at the first place. You made me feel like a piece of driftwood I was depending on you!" He exclaimed with anger. The moonlight from the window he stood next to shone on his pale skin, illuminating his soft, pretty features evident with hurt.
"What makes that my fault?" My blood boils, insanely assuming I had to counter him.
"It is your fault. And, god.. You smell like alcohol. You promised!"
"It was my only solution, my drug! You didn't have to deal with those people, you think I like putting on a facade and parade around like I am someone else?"
"Well then listen genius, you succeeded in pleasing people's expectations. But failed keeping your promise. You are a jerk!" He said, stomping away.
I was angry. Not to mention annoyed. What I'm sure is that he's not getting away with this.
I approach him, and yank his hand. He gasp as I turn him around, violently pushing him against the nearest wall. He groans at the pain, but his eyes were flaring.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Taemin shouted.
For a moment, I thought he was a defenceless, gorgeous God's child. Tied ponytail a bit dishevelled, leaving a few strands of hair falling gracefully at his fair neck and down his inviting collarbone, revealed by his low chest-cut shirt.
"D-Don't grip my shoulders! You're hurting me again!" He exclaimed, scrawny body tried to push me away, a strong block of wood. All I saw before me was a weak, fragile youth. But that thought is blewn away when he lands a sharp slap across my left cheek.
That hurts.
"Did that satisfy you?" I ask with a stern voice. Taemin hesitated, but tried to keep his resent. I saw a tear at the corner of his eyes.
Then I snapped out of it.
What was I doing? I loosen my hands on Taemin, and watched the frightened boy on the verge of crying but denying it.
"Tae--I... I'm sorry." I muttered. Drunk. I'm a stupid jerk to disgrace myself like this.
"It's my blame. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to.." Taemin made a weak move to push me again, his eyes casted down, long eyelashes batting slow and tired on his flushed cheeks. Godness. He really was depending on me. Why was I so stupid?
"Go away.." He gently murmured. I ignore it, and hugged his small frame. He needed this I thought, when I feel him snuggle on my chest as if I won't notice. We stood there, Taemin still against the wall, and I standing before him in the dark, unlit room, hugging. He only hugged back after a few minutes, hands clutching loosely on my shirt.
I really wanted to comfort him. It was a pure consideration, but slowly, Taemin's sweet, intoxicating smell starts to cloud my mind.
Like Taemin, he smelt like Taemin. I have always admired Taemin's smell. I hug him tighter, not wanting to part with this bliss.
When he realizes my nose was tickling his neck, he pushes me away. I felt my heart drops, but when I saw him gazing right into my eyes, cheeks blushing and adorable caring eyes threatening to spill tears, I did the impossible.
I lower my head, as he puckers up suavely, and captured his lips.
Our lips move slowly, savouring each moment and each taste as our eyes are closed. Taemin's lips are delicious, like a candy, that I want more after each kiss and touch. I felt heated as each ticks of the clock time our gentle suave and turned into a passionate make-out.
Taemin wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss as he seductively rubs his thigh on mine. On instinct, my hand made its way to his bottom, cupping both of it like how I always imagined I'd do, and pulled him even closer. He groans softly as he part his lips and I let my tongue slip in, sloppily exploring his mouth.
My hands won't stop roaming on Taemin's body. My left hand slip underneath Taemin's shirt, feeling the smooth skin he had always kept to himself. Our lips part, each moaning lightly, when I felt as though the spilling saliva was too much and licked it. I kiss his lips once again, then trailed down to his jaw, desperately kissing hard on every skin my lips met.
When I dip into his collarbone, Taemin threw his head back and mewled. I felt a stirring inside myself at the sound. As I bit and suck his sensitive spot, Taemin bucked his hips and inhaled sharply when our groins brushed. He captures my lips in a searing kiss again, both not wanting to lose. I pulled his legs up, and he hurriedly wraps it around my waist, hanging on me, depending on me. He moaned keeningly when I grind onto his clothed erection with mine against the wall.
Hastily, I stop our kiss and brought him to the bed. He bounces on the fluffy, spring bed when I let him go. A course of excitement made me feel alive at that simple action and I pull off his hair tie, watching his long hair cascade down his shoulder, framing his beautiful face perfectly, and took off my bow tie before pushing him to lay down and crawl on top of him, claiming his tasty lips once again.
He moaned through our kiss as he urgently unbuttons my shirt when I push his shirt up, revealing his pert nubs, and toyed with both of it. He gently pushes me and I slip my tongue out of his mouth, a string of saliva broke between us. The sight of him being breathless, eyes half-lidded and lustful for me, body willing to offer the pleasure I seek are too tantalizing and I felt confined inside my pants.
"Let me.... haa.. catch my... breathe.." He panted, and I smiled as I kiss down his jaw, neck, and sucked on the hickey I left earlier. Taemin whimpered, hands clenching onto the sheets loosely. I went to his nipples, and took one in my mouth. Taemin responded with a sharp gasp and arched his back. I rub his sides soothingly as I suck it, wanting to taste more of Taemin. I swirl my tongue around it, then travelled down to his flat stomach and dip into his belly button.
He whimpered, and pulled me up again. Our lips crash into each other again, each fighting for domination. I didn't mind though, loving how he desperately deepens the kiss. When we part breathlessly, he begged, "Let's stop.."
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I woke up to the chirping of birds, eyes fluttering sleepily and sat up with an aching head. The clock at the bedside showed half past ten late in the morning. I glance down when I feel like something wrapped around my waist beneath the duvet.
It was Minho, arms securely circled around me. The images of last night flood back into my mind. All the kissing, and touching, and grinding, and shamelessly licking... I blushed furiously, and I thought I would blow up. But could only wish for the convenience if it was possible.
Minho stirred. I wanted to get out of bed and see Itzel, dearly missing her beautiful smile. But figured that waking this frog up is my first task. I push the embarassment away, knowing I could witness his flushing expression if he opens his eyes to my sight.
I slid under the duvet again, lying close to his side and could almost feel his breath against my own face.
"Hey frog. Wake up.."
"Mmnnh." He murmured, arms pulling me closer. I roll my eyes.
"It's bright, wake up already!" To my higher tone, Minho woke up with brows creasing, took a peek at me, then at the whole room, and decided to hide under the blanket, obviously dreading the morning.
"Wake up you lazy ass!"
"Don wannaaa..."
"Aish!" I sat up again, and pulled off the blanket, revealing Minho in a huddling, prawn position.
"Don't you have work?" I demanded.
"I'd rather sleep.."
"You're not getting any more. Now get up!" Minho snap open his eyes, gazing straight into me. I blink twice at the attention.
"What?" I ask. His lips slowly tug into a playful smirk, eyes still sleepy but wide open. He reaches out his hand and touch my collarbone, softly laughing.
"This." Minho replied. Confused, I tilt my head. This sleepy-head is talking nonsense. Before I could enquire him, he got off the bed and scratched the back of his neck as he yawns, dissapearing into the restroom.
I sigh. Then shift off the bed as well, about to head out the room and get Itzel. It was embarassing when I pass the side of the wall where Minho and I... well, made out.
Drunk. That's it. We were drunk.
Oh god I hope I trip and lose last night's memories. I was so needy and I can't believe I actually submit to seduction. I don't know how it started, how everything seemed fuzzy, dreamy and nebulous yet every little touch from Minho trailed a fiery, tingling sensation. I remember that part because.. it felt good.
I wanted him, that I won't deny.
But we had no love and I was suddenly so scared.
My heart quickens when I think of Minho desperately clung onto my skin, kissing and enjoying it as if his life depended on it. He was erected. Because of me. I look down to my moving feet bringing me to the nursery, cheeks reddening and feeling too shameful. I clench onto my chest, wishing it would calm down. My hand travels up to my collarbone, the part where Minho touched earlier.
This. What is 'this'?
It wasn't long before realisation dawns on me.
Streaked, I scramble into the nearest room, the lounge room, and found a hanged mirror above the table lamp. I practically ran to stand before it. With wide eyes, I watch as I remove my hand, revealing the obvious hickey Minho left.
Oh god. This.
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Readers, are you happy?? I didn't warn you guys the steamy part.. o well, forgive me if it wasn't awesome. ^^''
Enjoy and comment. This was one hell of a chapter...