Amnesia (1/1)
Title: Amnesia
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 1,243 words
Prompt: Ontae - Amnesia (from faerietaeil)
A M N E S I A
“I want him to split me open on his dick,” Taemin says. “Kibum-hyung. Hyung. Hyung! Key! Look at him. Look… at… him. Look at that! When he runs! It’s just swinging there!”
Key peers over the edge of his machine at the guy in question, jogging in leisurely circles around the indoor track. Taemin has given up all pretence of working out and is hanging over the panel of his treadmill, watching the guy with an unapologetically wolfish stare. The guy, for his part, is very focused on the music blaring in his ears and the steady stomp of his shoes on the rubber track.
“He’s wearing boxers,” Taemin sighs.
“Is this seriously the only reason you’ve been going to the gym on your lunch break?”
Taemin snaps the magnet back into place, and re-starts his workout. “He’s here every day. Mostly he lifts weights, but he does a few laps. If I time it right, he’ll be at that machine,” Taemin gestures to the small workout area set up in front of him, “in thirty minutes. It’s so motivational. I burn so many calories.”
“Like hanging a carrot in front of a horse,” Key muses. “So what’s the problem? Why haven’t you made your move?”
“Hyung, he’s never even looked at me.” Taemin’s lip curves into a genuine pout.
Key snorts. Taemin is used to being looked at when he goes to the gym. That’s the main reason he goes: he soaks up the heat of all of those eyes on him and gets off on it later. Consequently, Taemin is used to dating cocky guys, the sort of men who have no qualms approaching intimidatingly stunning youths at the gym. And thus, Taemin’s relationships tend to end in meteoric disaster. Taemin is a brat and says things like split me open, but ultimately he needs someone who will be careful with his feelings.
When the guy comes around the track again, and Taemin falters a little in his stride, Key notices the jogger steal a glimpse at Taemin and quickly turn his flushing face to his feet. Key can’t help the smirk that creeps across his face.
“Yah, Taemin. I can’t keep up with you,” he says. “I’ll leave you to your show. I’m off to get a shower and Starbucks.
Key squints through the spray of water and decides, that’s Taemin’s jogger! The guy opens his locker and pulls out a duffel bag, rifling through for a towel. Key still has suds in his hair when he twists off the tap. He rushes to his cell phone, and has a message half-typed - big cock in shower come quick - and then realizes that Taemin’s cell phone is in his backpack. There’s no way to notify him.
“Hey!” Key says, on impulse. “Don’t you usually lift weights first?”
There’s no one in the change room at the moment, just the two of them, and the guy looks up warily from his bag. His eyes start high, and then quickly settle at Key’s toes. Key realizes how this must seem. He’s practically naked but for a towel, and just called out to a fully-dressed man in an empty change room.
“Um,” the guys says. He clutches his towel tightly to his chest, and makes no move to start undressing for his shower.
“Sorry,” Key says. “Hold on. Sorry, I’m not actually a pervert.” He ducks behind a row of lockers to pull his sweatpants back on. The guy seems relieved when Key comes back into view and is wearing clothes. “I’m Kim Kibum,” he says, and offers his hand.
“Lee Jinki,” the guy says.
“Great to meet you! Here’s the thing, you know the guy I was with today? You jogged by us a few times?”
Jinki smiles and looks at the floor. “Uh, yeah.”
“He’s going to be at a little party I’m having this weekend. He’s really into you, so if you’re interested…”
Taemin wakes up in an unfamiliar apartment. He’s naked and tangled in unfamiliar sheets, and from the ache at the base of his spine, he’s had sex with someone unfamiliar. He glances about the room for some hint of whose apartment this is, and finds his cell phone on a wingback chair by the window, perched atop his neatly folded clothes from last night.
His previous texts are completely unhelpful. He has a new contact added under the name “HGFFHJGT.” He presses dial, and a cell phone on the night table starts buzzing erratically. Frowning, Taemin types a message to Key: hyung where am i?
His tee shirt is folded like in a shop, in a perfect flat rectangle with the logo facing up. Taemin shimmies into his underwear and jeans, and pounces on his phone as soon as it beeps.
From: Key
omg no way
From: Key
hahahahahahah
From: Key
calling now!
Taemin’s phone lights up and he answers to the sound of Key cackling on the other end. “Hyung! This is serious! I don’t know where I am.”
“Jinki isn’t with you?” Key asks.
“Who?”
That sets Key off again, and when he can breathe through his hysterics, he says, “Oh my god, Taemin. I didn’t realize you were that drunk. Jinki! Your hugely be-dicked gym guy.”
Taemin sits down heavily on the bed. “I… no. Oh no. What.”
“He came to my party last night, remember? I introduced you? You guys were practically humping on my couch before I kicked you out. You took a taxi to his apartment and, I’m guessing, fucked like rabbits.”
“Key, no! No no no!”
“No? You’re okay, right?”
“I’m fine, but I can’t believe I forgot having sex with him. Key, I have been dreaming about this guy’s cock for like two months and now I know it has finally been inside of me, but I can’t remember it being inside of me. This is a disaster!”
A door slams, and a moment later Jinki is standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He’s wearing a winter jacket over sweats, and holds a take-away tray of coffee in one hand.
“Shit, Key, he’s here, I have to go!” Taemin practically throws his phone down and jumps up from the bed. “Um, hi!”
Jinki looks amused as he slips out of his coat. Taemin swallows. The guy isn’t wearing a shirt, and there’s evidence of Taemin’s nails digging into his well-defined pectorals. “Coffee? I remember from last night how you like it - two cream, three sugar, right?”
Taemin takes the offered cup, stunned.
“Sorry to let you wake up alone, but I got up really early and thought you might like a coffee. I didn’t have any in the kitchen, I usually drink tea, so… hey, are you okay?”
Taemin nods sadly. “I just don’t remember much from last night.”
Jinki’s demeanour shifts quickly from lazy-morning-after-sex to sheer panic. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. You just woke up alone and… oh fuck, I promise we used protection. We were both pretty drunk, and I… shit, no. This is my fault, I should have... is there anything I can do? I really didn’t mean to…”
“What? No,” Taemin says. “Nothing like that. I wanted to, I really did. I mean, I still want to. Because I don’t remember doing it? So can we, um…”
Jinki looks like he’s just been hit with a truck. “Wait, what?”
“So can we do it again, please?”
With a sigh, Jinki runs a hand through his hair. "You scared the shit out of me just now."
"Sorry."
Grinning with relief, Jinki steps out of his sweats and motions for Taemin to join him on the bed. "It's all right. I'll try to make it memorable this time."
끝.
i almost made this depressing and then no. hahah.
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Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 1,243 words
Prompt: Ontae - Amnesia (from faerietaeil)
A M N E S I A
“I want him to split me open on his dick,” Taemin says. “Kibum-hyung. Hyung. Hyung! Key! Look at him. Look… at… him. Look at that! When he runs! It’s just swinging there!”
Key peers over the edge of his machine at the guy in question, jogging in leisurely circles around the indoor track. Taemin has given up all pretence of working out and is hanging over the panel of his treadmill, watching the guy with an unapologetically wolfish stare. The guy, for his part, is very focused on the music blaring in his ears and the steady stomp of his shoes on the rubber track.
“He’s wearing boxers,” Taemin sighs.
“Is this seriously the only reason you’ve been going to the gym on your lunch break?”
Taemin snaps the magnet back into place, and re-starts his workout. “He’s here every day. Mostly he lifts weights, but he does a few laps. If I time it right, he’ll be at that machine,” Taemin gestures to the small workout area set up in front of him, “in thirty minutes. It’s so motivational. I burn so many calories.”
“Like hanging a carrot in front of a horse,” Key muses. “So what’s the problem? Why haven’t you made your move?”
“Hyung, he’s never even looked at me.” Taemin’s lip curves into a genuine pout.
Key snorts. Taemin is used to being looked at when he goes to the gym. That’s the main reason he goes: he soaks up the heat of all of those eyes on him and gets off on it later. Consequently, Taemin is used to dating cocky guys, the sort of men who have no qualms approaching intimidatingly stunning youths at the gym. And thus, Taemin’s relationships tend to end in meteoric disaster. Taemin is a brat and says things like split me open, but ultimately he needs someone who will be careful with his feelings.
When the guy comes around the track again, and Taemin falters a little in his stride, Key notices the jogger steal a glimpse at Taemin and quickly turn his flushing face to his feet. Key can’t help the smirk that creeps across his face.
“Yah, Taemin. I can’t keep up with you,” he says. “I’ll leave you to your show. I’m off to get a shower and Starbucks.
Key squints through the spray of water and decides, that’s Taemin’s jogger! The guy opens his locker and pulls out a duffel bag, rifling through for a towel. Key still has suds in his hair when he twists off the tap. He rushes to his cell phone, and has a message half-typed - big cock in shower come quick - and then realizes that Taemin’s cell phone is in his backpack. There’s no way to notify him.
“Hey!” Key says, on impulse. “Don’t you usually lift weights first?”
There’s no one in the change room at the moment, just the two of them, and the guy looks up warily from his bag. His eyes start high, and then quickly settle at Key’s toes. Key realizes how this must seem. He’s practically naked but for a towel, and just called out to a fully-dressed man in an empty change room.
“Um,” the guys says. He clutches his towel tightly to his chest, and makes no move to start undressing for his shower.
“Sorry,” Key says. “Hold on. Sorry, I’m not actually a pervert.” He ducks behind a row of lockers to pull his sweatpants back on. The guy seems relieved when Key comes back into view and is wearing clothes. “I’m Kim Kibum,” he says, and offers his hand.
“Lee Jinki,” the guy says.
“Great to meet you! Here’s the thing, you know the guy I was with today? You jogged by us a few times?”
Jinki smiles and looks at the floor. “Uh, yeah.”
“He’s going to be at a little party I’m having this weekend. He’s really into you, so if you’re interested…”
Taemin wakes up in an unfamiliar apartment. He’s naked and tangled in unfamiliar sheets, and from the ache at the base of his spine, he’s had sex with someone unfamiliar. He glances about the room for some hint of whose apartment this is, and finds his cell phone on a wingback chair by the window, perched atop his neatly folded clothes from last night.
His previous texts are completely unhelpful. He has a new contact added under the name “HGFFHJGT.” He presses dial, and a cell phone on the night table starts buzzing erratically. Frowning, Taemin types a message to Key: hyung where am i?
His tee shirt is folded like in a shop, in a perfect flat rectangle with the logo facing up. Taemin shimmies into his underwear and jeans, and pounces on his phone as soon as it beeps.
From: Key
omg no way
From: Key
hahahahahahah
From: Key
calling now!
Taemin’s phone lights up and he answers to the sound of Key cackling on the other end. “Hyung! This is serious! I don’t know where I am.”
“Jinki isn’t with you?” Key asks.
“Who?”
That sets Key off again, and when he can breathe through his hysterics, he says, “Oh my god, Taemin. I didn’t realize you were that drunk. Jinki! Your hugely be-dicked gym guy.”
Taemin sits down heavily on the bed. “I… no. Oh no. What.”
“He came to my party last night, remember? I introduced you? You guys were practically humping on my couch before I kicked you out. You took a taxi to his apartment and, I’m guessing, fucked like rabbits.”
“Key, no! No no no!”
“No? You’re okay, right?”
“I’m fine, but I can’t believe I forgot having sex with him. Key, I have been dreaming about this guy’s cock for like two months and now I know it has finally been inside of me, but I can’t remember it being inside of me. This is a disaster!”
A door slams, and a moment later Jinki is standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He’s wearing a winter jacket over sweats, and holds a take-away tray of coffee in one hand.
“Shit, Key, he’s here, I have to go!” Taemin practically throws his phone down and jumps up from the bed. “Um, hi!”
Jinki looks amused as he slips out of his coat. Taemin swallows. The guy isn’t wearing a shirt, and there’s evidence of Taemin’s nails digging into his well-defined pectorals. “Coffee? I remember from last night how you like it - two cream, three sugar, right?”
Taemin takes the offered cup, stunned.
“Sorry to let you wake up alone, but I got up really early and thought you might like a coffee. I didn’t have any in the kitchen, I usually drink tea, so… hey, are you okay?”
Taemin nods sadly. “I just don’t remember much from last night.”
Jinki’s demeanour shifts quickly from lazy-morning-after-sex to sheer panic. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. You just woke up alone and… oh fuck, I promise we used protection. We were both pretty drunk, and I… shit, no. This is my fault, I should have... is there anything I can do? I really didn’t mean to…”
“What? No,” Taemin says. “Nothing like that. I wanted to, I really did. I mean, I still want to. Because I don’t remember doing it? So can we, um…”
Jinki looks like he’s just been hit with a truck. “Wait, what?”
“So can we do it again, please?”
With a sigh, Jinki runs a hand through his hair. "You scared the shit out of me just now."
"Sorry."
Grinning with relief, Jinki steps out of his sweats and motions for Taemin to join him on the bed. "It's all right. I'll try to make it memorable this time."
끝.
i almost made this depressing and then no. hahah.
wynnetimate's master list.