The New Guy: 1/3
Author's Note: This was a formspring request. Someone wanted some sort of Taec/Min/Chan. The initial idea that came into my head was a high school au, but one oneshot of any threesome pair sometimes make me go WHAT. XD So...here is the first part of three. Enjoy. Also, tell me of any major goofs. Almost all of my fics are unbeta'd and I write pretty quick. Thanks! :)
Taecyeon was always a fairly peaceful person, despite his appearance. He was tall and strong, easily able to render many a man senseless with one blow, but he chose otherwise. Any tension he had was released through sports and work. He was responsible, caring, efficient, any and all characteristics you'd want in a good boyfriend.
Min on the other hand was a minuscule ball of fire. She rolled with the punches, literally at times, fighting for her man with any girl that didn't enter her line of vision properly. She was also persistently truthful, blatantly admitting her penchant for a long, firm body and how it moved beneath her.
They were a odd pair, but they worked. At least they seemed to, until a long, firm-bodied transfer disrupted their space.
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Chansung played soccer at his former school. He had solid legs but they were tight, only a tease as to what represented the strength that was the rest of his body.
Min lived and breathed Taecyeon, whose arm wound around her waist as they leaned back on a set of empty bleachers. Classes ended and if he had practice, she'd be sitting alone, cheering him on and watching for competition.
"Like I have any," she'd think.
That particular day, he didn't, so they took the time to sit and talk, though she would have rather had her tongue down his throat. Min toyed with tie, pulling it off as he whispered in her ear, as Chansung trod onto the open field. He was alone and wore a soccer uniform, apparently thinking to try out for the team. Taecyeon heard far off steps and saw him enter the middle of the field before he gave the couple a friendly wave. They both waved back, if not a bit disinterested; Min had a 'okay, but I don't know you' look upon her face and Taecyeon faked a smile to look gentlemanly. They'd never seen him before and wanted to get back to what they were doing.
"Taec, are you free later? ...I'm..." she pulled at his tie, inching him closer, "...'bored.'"
Taecyeon smirked, but changed the subject as she stared at his mouth.
There was a loud bang as the soccer ball hit one of the nearby bleachers.
"...what the fuck!?"
"Min, chill."
"Hey! You!" She stood to her full height, which still wasn't much with the extra two bleachers, but she towered over the approaching body.
Chansung came up to the two of them, Taecyeon still leaning back and Min with her hands on her hips. He had a strength to his walk and wide shoulders, and proceeded to remove his sweat-laden shirt off of the latter.
Min's hands dropped and the angry look left her face.
"Sorry...I was messing around and completely missed my target," he picked up the ball, "my name is Chansung. ...just got here two days ago-"
"Ah, no it's fine. Sorry just...be careful, okay?"
Taecyeon looked up at Min and noted her demeanor. It was exquisitely calm, if not showing a simmer of something else as well. Chansung held up two fingers to his eyebrow and gave her a lazy salute.
"Will do," he said, dropping his shirt on a bleacher next to them and leaving the couple in a slightly confused state.
Min sat back down and left Taecyeon's tie alone. Her eyes still stared at Chansung's back as he walked away from them, cascading lower and lower with each step he took.
"Is he on the team Taec?" she asked.
Taecyeon cocked an eyebrow in her direction, noticing she wasn't touching him for the first time since they'd begun seeing each other.
"No," his eyes went to Chansung, "...no he isn't."
Min suddenly went to watching Chansung practice, mouth ajar and the tip of her tongue teasing one of her canines. He looked back and gave them a heads up every now and again, and one time, Min even smiled. The afternoon seemed to drag for Taecyeon, but Chansung was finally leaving about forty-five minutes later.
"Oh, his shirt!" Min noted.
She grabbed it and ran out to him on the field. He was about as tall as Taecyeon, and just as fit. Taecyeon was approaching calmly and slowly, but he didn't dismiss the look in her eye, or how Min smiled, or the one Chansung returned. He saw Min hand him the shirt and saw Chansung's fingers linger a bit too long on hers.
"Am I interrupting something?" he joked as he came up.
"Min was just telling me something funny-"
"Oh really?"
Taecyeon's face didn't light up, nor did he smile.
"And Min," he turned to her, "since when do you say 'sorry' to anyone?"
"What? ...what are you talking about?"
"You don't know him, but apparently you're already apologizing and laughing it up. It's not like you."
"I think...I should go," Chansung interjected.
"Yeah," Taecyeon said, "you should."
"Sorry..." Chansung started.
He jogged away toward the locker rooms, but turned to tread backwards.
"And Min! Thanks for the shirt!"
He threw them a wink and turned around to head into the darkened rooms. Min chuckled slightly and Taecyeon had had enough.
"Oh hell no," he stated.
Taecyeon rushed across the small span of space left on the field toward the locker rooms.
"Taec! The hell are you doing?"
She gave chase and despite it being the boys' locker room, she knew it front to back. Taecyeon rushed in after Chansung, shoving him into the nearest locker.
"Hey, what the hell-"
Taecyeon swung a blow toward his face, letting it connect with Chansung's jaw. It almost popped, but Chansung tasted a bit of blood and shoved back. Taecyeon's body was jarred. Chansung was just as strong if not stronger than him and it felt like a threat. This 'new guy' was impeding on his territory, and at the moment his girl, and he wasn't going to have any of it. His shoulder nearly popped from the push that Chansung gave him, but he had his back back against the lockers, Chansung's upper body wet and the only thing keeping Taecyeon from sliding was the force of his forearms near Chansung's throat and chest. Taecyeon was in his face, trying to whisper but failing miserably as air gushed in and out of his lungs.
"You don't fucking wink at my girl. Do you hear me?"
He didn't know what got into him, but he was angered. There hadn't been anyone that moved Min's attention from him, and despite his usually calm attitude, it bothered him to no end. Taecyeon had only known the guy for a few minutes and wanted him out, back to where he came from or at least far away enough that he wouldn't catch his girlfriend's attention.
Chansung merely gave a throaty laugh and bared his teeth. A few were covered in a bit of blood, but he licked it up, letting the tongue trail across his lips right after. Taecyeon glared at him, thinking he was being mocked, so he gave him another shove against the lockers.
"Do you hear me!?"
Chansung did something rather unexpected though, pushing forward those scant inches and wrapping his arms around Taecyeon's head. He kissed him, hard enough to have them nearly clashing teeth. Taecyeon had to push him off another time to get the new student off his face. He came off with a smack, Chansung still trying to nibble at his lips.
"The fuck-"
"What? ...do you thinking I was winking at just her?" Chansung questioned, a smile still haunting his lips.
Taecyeon backed up a couple of feet, eyes wide as saucers.
"Crazy bastard," he said, quickly turning to see Min had been watching.
She was stock still, but Taecyeon moved first, grabbing her arm and hurriedly walking out.
They left Chansung alone in the locker room, smirking and disrobing.
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Taecyeon was always a fairly peaceful person, despite his appearance. He was tall and strong, easily able to render many a man senseless with one blow, but he chose otherwise. Any tension he had was released through sports and work. He was responsible, caring, efficient, any and all characteristics you'd want in a good boyfriend.
Min on the other hand was a minuscule ball of fire. She rolled with the punches, literally at times, fighting for her man with any girl that didn't enter her line of vision properly. She was also persistently truthful, blatantly admitting her penchant for a long, firm body and how it moved beneath her.
They were a odd pair, but they worked. At least they seemed to, until a long, firm-bodied transfer disrupted their space.
---
Chansung played soccer at his former school. He had solid legs but they were tight, only a tease as to what represented the strength that was the rest of his body.
Min lived and breathed Taecyeon, whose arm wound around her waist as they leaned back on a set of empty bleachers. Classes ended and if he had practice, she'd be sitting alone, cheering him on and watching for competition.
"Like I have any," she'd think.
That particular day, he didn't, so they took the time to sit and talk, though she would have rather had her tongue down his throat. Min toyed with tie, pulling it off as he whispered in her ear, as Chansung trod onto the open field. He was alone and wore a soccer uniform, apparently thinking to try out for the team. Taecyeon heard far off steps and saw him enter the middle of the field before he gave the couple a friendly wave. They both waved back, if not a bit disinterested; Min had a 'okay, but I don't know you' look upon her face and Taecyeon faked a smile to look gentlemanly. They'd never seen him before and wanted to get back to what they were doing.
"Taec, are you free later? ...I'm..." she pulled at his tie, inching him closer, "...'bored.'"
Taecyeon smirked, but changed the subject as she stared at his mouth.
There was a loud bang as the soccer ball hit one of the nearby bleachers.
"...what the fuck!?"
"Min, chill."
"Hey! You!" She stood to her full height, which still wasn't much with the extra two bleachers, but she towered over the approaching body.
Chansung came up to the two of them, Taecyeon still leaning back and Min with her hands on her hips. He had a strength to his walk and wide shoulders, and proceeded to remove his sweat-laden shirt off of the latter.
Min's hands dropped and the angry look left her face.
"Sorry...I was messing around and completely missed my target," he picked up the ball, "my name is Chansung. ...just got here two days ago-"
"Ah, no it's fine. Sorry just...be careful, okay?"
Taecyeon looked up at Min and noted her demeanor. It was exquisitely calm, if not showing a simmer of something else as well. Chansung held up two fingers to his eyebrow and gave her a lazy salute.
"Will do," he said, dropping his shirt on a bleacher next to them and leaving the couple in a slightly confused state.
Min sat back down and left Taecyeon's tie alone. Her eyes still stared at Chansung's back as he walked away from them, cascading lower and lower with each step he took.
"Is he on the team Taec?" she asked.
Taecyeon cocked an eyebrow in her direction, noticing she wasn't touching him for the first time since they'd begun seeing each other.
"No," his eyes went to Chansung, "...no he isn't."
Min suddenly went to watching Chansung practice, mouth ajar and the tip of her tongue teasing one of her canines. He looked back and gave them a heads up every now and again, and one time, Min even smiled. The afternoon seemed to drag for Taecyeon, but Chansung was finally leaving about forty-five minutes later.
"Oh, his shirt!" Min noted.
She grabbed it and ran out to him on the field. He was about as tall as Taecyeon, and just as fit. Taecyeon was approaching calmly and slowly, but he didn't dismiss the look in her eye, or how Min smiled, or the one Chansung returned. He saw Min hand him the shirt and saw Chansung's fingers linger a bit too long on hers.
"Am I interrupting something?" he joked as he came up.
"Min was just telling me something funny-"
"Oh really?"
Taecyeon's face didn't light up, nor did he smile.
"And Min," he turned to her, "since when do you say 'sorry' to anyone?"
"What? ...what are you talking about?"
"You don't know him, but apparently you're already apologizing and laughing it up. It's not like you."
"I think...I should go," Chansung interjected.
"Yeah," Taecyeon said, "you should."
"Sorry..." Chansung started.
He jogged away toward the locker rooms, but turned to tread backwards.
"And Min! Thanks for the shirt!"
He threw them a wink and turned around to head into the darkened rooms. Min chuckled slightly and Taecyeon had had enough.
"Oh hell no," he stated.
Taecyeon rushed across the small span of space left on the field toward the locker rooms.
"Taec! The hell are you doing?"
She gave chase and despite it being the boys' locker room, she knew it front to back. Taecyeon rushed in after Chansung, shoving him into the nearest locker.
"Hey, what the hell-"
Taecyeon swung a blow toward his face, letting it connect with Chansung's jaw. It almost popped, but Chansung tasted a bit of blood and shoved back. Taecyeon's body was jarred. Chansung was just as strong if not stronger than him and it felt like a threat. This 'new guy' was impeding on his territory, and at the moment his girl, and he wasn't going to have any of it. His shoulder nearly popped from the push that Chansung gave him, but he had his back back against the lockers, Chansung's upper body wet and the only thing keeping Taecyeon from sliding was the force of his forearms near Chansung's throat and chest. Taecyeon was in his face, trying to whisper but failing miserably as air gushed in and out of his lungs.
"You don't fucking wink at my girl. Do you hear me?"
He didn't know what got into him, but he was angered. There hadn't been anyone that moved Min's attention from him, and despite his usually calm attitude, it bothered him to no end. Taecyeon had only known the guy for a few minutes and wanted him out, back to where he came from or at least far away enough that he wouldn't catch his girlfriend's attention.
Chansung merely gave a throaty laugh and bared his teeth. A few were covered in a bit of blood, but he licked it up, letting the tongue trail across his lips right after. Taecyeon glared at him, thinking he was being mocked, so he gave him another shove against the lockers.
"Do you hear me!?"
Chansung did something rather unexpected though, pushing forward those scant inches and wrapping his arms around Taecyeon's head. He kissed him, hard enough to have them nearly clashing teeth. Taecyeon had to push him off another time to get the new student off his face. He came off with a smack, Chansung still trying to nibble at his lips.
"The fuck-"
"What? ...do you thinking I was winking at just her?" Chansung questioned, a smile still haunting his lips.
Taecyeon backed up a couple of feet, eyes wide as saucers.
"Crazy bastard," he said, quickly turning to see Min had been watching.
She was stock still, but Taecyeon moved first, grabbing her arm and hurriedly walking out.
They left Chansung alone in the locker room, smirking and disrobing.
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