Trust Me, Baby ch25
Title: Trust Me, Baby
Author:white_coral
Rating: R
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 22 23 24
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Minho is sane, and definitely not drunk. Neither was I. But he persisted even when I half-heartedly try to push him, mind not able to process of what currently happening.
Minho is kissing me.
"Mminho.." I murmured breathlessly, when we part for a bit to suck in air. Minho continues to kiss me then. He grab hold of my hands, lacing it together at my sides, still trapping me from running away. Minho's tongue slid across mine as I tried to battle it out in vain.
His taste was intoxicating. In a bad way, it made me marvel at his power over myself. I can't do anything but heed to his domination. To say he's good is an understatement. Every sincere objection was toppled by pure madness but eventually, I melt away and let my instinct take over.
I kiss him back as desperate as Minho tried to show.
The kiss seemed to last for hours when it was merely a few minutes. I almost fainted with the lack of oxygen, and my eyes fazed even after we part, lips unlatched and a trail of saliva broken. Both of us panted, chest heaving up and down as we stared at one another in close proximity. Close enough to feel Minho's deep exhalations over mine. He seemed to wait for something - searching for something through my eyes.
The dark room was dreadfully silent. Nothing was moving, everything was still as ice. But the atmosphere was warm, too warm. I don't know how to react, except stare back at him with wide, surprised eyes. The tight grip of our laced hands pulsed obviously, as my heart, it beats furiously, just waiting for Minho. Then it dawned on me.
I wanted this.
If I really detest him, I could refuse. Only I knew that I am capable of pushing him away if I didn't want Minho to kiss me.
Confusion spawn across my judgement. What do I do?
Minho, sensing this, spoke with a low, comforting voice. "I won't hurt you." As if his words were a cue, my body began to let down all tense. But I still waited.
God, what is this?
Minho kiss me suavely, this time gentler and light as brush. Too light that left me craving for more when he pulls away.
I gaze at his eyes, assessing all he was pouring for me. It was all there. Every denial I had, was put back at a dusty corner of my mind. It's not the physical pleasure that is bound to shake me alive that kept me strong to this weird sensation.
It's because this is Minho.
"I need you." He declared.
Finally, Minho mash our lips together again, both wanting this more than anything at the moment. His hands slid under my shirt, touching my torso freely, only because he can do it.
Because he is Minho.
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Kevin's retreating figure haunted me as I wept at the corner alone. An awful feeling crept up, swelled me inside out and the worse part of all is that I could not stop blaming myself.
How I wish I could ask for Jonghyun's forgiveness.
God, he was right in front of me. He was always there, he was my friend. More tears flowed down as I reminiscent over Jonghyun's warm, friendly smile. I hug my knees tighter and buried my face between.
Hoping, just hoping for something.
I hear footsteps approaching from a distant. "Key?" A gentle call and a hand on my shoulder surprised me.
"Key..?" Someone whispered.
I peel open my tired eyes, only to squint at the bright daylight. Sunshine leaped in from the windows and cast on the furnitures, leaving none unlit. A warm hand over my stomach circled my waist, pulling me closer to his body.
"Morning." A soft, familiar voice greeted. I look closer to recognize him, only to receive a kiss, followed by another. Then, another and another. It wasn't long before I melt into the invitation and let my eyes close as the bliss build on.
"Mmm," I moaned between the delicious feeling of having another lips on mine, with him hovering over me.
Who is this one hell of good kisser?
Gently, I push his chest away and he pulled off from my mouth. I swept my critical gaze over this mysterious man, and his gorgeous smile.
"Onew?" I exclaimed.
"Uhh hi." He laughed a little guiltily. "Sorry."
"No, I---" I started, almost stammering as I sat up, hands clutching tightly on the blanket - the only cover over my naked body. "I um, we - did we.." I tried to ask, panic surging up. Onew hesitantly nodded, sitting up beside me.
"We did." He said, a bit down.
I felt bad all of a sudden. I didn't mean to make him feel insulted or sorry at what we did. It wasn't a mistake, not on my side of thought. And I don't want him to take this as a mistake.
Not with me. Not us.
"Onew, I'm.." I started. "Listen, this was entirely... not what I, not what we, expected."
"I know." He answered hastily.
"And well.. It may be too fast. But, I don't want us to end like this." I said, hopeful. Onew's eyes glimmer with interest and I wished, he had the same though I had. "Wanna start over?"
"Yes." He answered. "Yes, definitely. Yes!" I chuckle at him, imagining he jumping up and down if I was not around and we were dressed properly. It only hit me now.
Oh god, I had sex with him.
I blushed furiously. Onew, finally caught out of his happiness, nudged me. I smiled faintly at him. "Thank you anyway. It was a comfort."
Onew shied away, pink coating his round cheeks as he rub the back of his neck and laughed lightly. A song suddenly rang and both of us seek the source until I land my attention at my pants on the floor.
"Err," Onew, getting the cue, shift off the bed, amidst trying to cover his naked bottom. In an awkward way, he slipped and fell face first. I burst out laughing when in the end, his buttocks was in my full view. Onew groaned in pain, and embarassment, I think, as he reached for my pants and grabbed the phone then tossed it my way.
"Thanks gentleman." I mentioned, before he stood up, not minding his uncovered body anymore. I whistled at him and he brushed it away with a wave of hand and a small smile, before he whimper away to the bathroom, sighing at his unfortunate luck.
Smiling, I answered the call. "Hello?"
"Good morning, my fellow friend Key. How was your morning with Sir Onew whom you sticked with last evening that caused me to return home by myself wondering why you teared up so much?" Nigel's voice rang sharp and composed. I chuckled.
"Sorry.. I don't know what has gotten into me."
"Mm'hm. You didn't even bother to tell me Miss Itzel's whereabouts."
"Yeah I was kinda ignorant too. Really, I'm sorry. I'll.. tell you everything when I get there."
"Will that be today or are you thinking of spending the whole day with Sir Onew whom you currently favour so much? More than me, I suppose." Nigel scoffed.
"Stop it Nigel. What did I do to deserve the treatment like Minho?" I replied. His comment makes me wonder. Come to think of it, I do have a choice.
"A lot on account, if I may say so."
"I get it already. I'll be there soon."
"You better do. There's a lot that happened on our absence. Trust me, a lot." Nigel teased. I chuckled.
"Oh Nigel, there's nothing bigger than Minho and Taemin sex each other up." I replied before hanging up. Onew came out just in time, already dressed up.
"Who was that?" He asked.
"That was my friend's supposed-to-be-lover's butler."
"Owh." He nodded with a small smile. I notice the clock on the bedside table, showing the day nearing afternoon.
It was weird that I got attached to Onew this soon. We talked and I liked him. But it was still too soon. But somehow we are still comfortable with each other. While we're at it, why shouldn't I take the advantage of the current situation? I don't suppose my ride is here, he's nice, I don't even know the neighbourhood and I want to reach Minho's mansion just in time to catch the news faster. What with Nigel seemed excited on something.
Plus, I need to talk to Taemin about something.
"Hey Onew." I called and he turned around, his adorable smile making my heart quickens again. "Wanna go on a double date?"
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It is... impossible. But then, it happened. It really happened.
I was laying on my side, head pillow replaced with my left arm, eyes wide open and awake as I watch the dozing beauty next to me. Like me, his body is covered securely by the duvet, long eyelashes appearing shut as his pink lips part a little to take in and release deep breaths of sleep. The pillow he used sank in, the puffiness accomodating his comfort.
I let out a sigh, wondering why am I stuck to his view. I can't seem to get up and about, so long as Taemin's sleeping form is, rarely, spread before my eyes. I would usually wake up to his absence, and this morning, I felt a deep sense of not wanting to experience that again.
This might be a blessing.
Gently, I lift my right hand and caress his face, smiling at the smooth feeling of his cheek against my skin. Taemin stirred a little and turns to my direction, his bang falling gracefully over his face. I brush away his tousled hair, stroking his head as I grin to myself, a blush probably apparent on my face.
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"M-Minho...." Taemin moaned once again, followed by another keening one as I probe into him deeper with my fingers. I could only groan gratefully that I undoubtedly found his prostate.
I wished I had the room lit with lights before we got this far. I felt a little bad, thinking that I'd miss some fine details of Taemin's body, of his curves, of his smallest sensitive contours. The veil is dispersed, when I found out my hand was doing a fine job even among the dark and the shadows casted by moonlight across the windows above the bed. Taemin would sometimes shy away, covering his face with any material he found amidst suppressing his moanings. But I'd catch his lips again and again, pushing away anything that could part our passionate touches because I like the tingling, fiery sensation it sent to my spine and my entranced mind.
"Haa, ahh!" The boy let out, fair hands grasping tightly the sheets and head tossed back as I worked in and out of him, scissoring him to prepare for something bigger, for me. "Minho.. faster..." He begged, tears gleamed at the corner of his eyes.
"Taemin.." I muttered under my heavy breath, sweat profusely slide down my jaw as each of our body perspirating with sweat. I pulled my hand out of his bottom as I deemed him ready, twitching with eagerness to connect into what all I want at the moment.
Taemin seemed to get this, when he whined, then, slowly wrap his arms around my neck, still trying to catch his breath. I prepare to breach into him, the slightest push could bring me to nirvana. I lean down my head instead, to catch his lips in a polite kiss.
"You're different.." I said. Taemin casted a confused look at me, seemingly not getting what I'm trying to say. It was all soothe I could do, before I push into him slowly and Taemin gasped silently at my intrusion.
My intrusion into his life that surely would change everything.
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Taemin murmured shallowly in his sleep, and I snap back to the present. A familiar heat collecting at the pit of my gut took over my sense after the reminscent of last night.
I'm such a pervert.
"Mm?" The chick peeked open his eyes, adjusting slowly to the brightness. He shifted around, glance once at me, then away, yawning and stretching his limb to chase away the sleep that claimed him for the previous hours.
"Morning." I said to Taemin, who gaze back to me, first with half-awaken eyes, then flash open with shock. He sat up with a scream, managing to cringe me and I sat up next to him, surprised.
"You! We! Me! You!" Taemin exclaimed as he looked down to his body, marked red everywhere, some angry, some subtle, then looked back to me. I was about to open my mouth when the door flung open, revealing Nigel, who hastened inside to see what was the matter with Taemin shouting aloud. We glance to him immediately, mind still not taking its toll.
"My, what a great timing." He soon grinned, then moved aside to let in another curious audience. The second he lay his eyes on us, I could see excitement course through his body, his eyes pleased.
"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Key's yell rippled across the room and echoed around the house.
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"So," Key exclaimed, grinning like a cheshire cat. Minho and I were practically dragged out from the house, with limited time given to properly dress up and was brought to a cafe a few miles away from Minho's resident. I look down to the big T-shirt I snatched from his wardrobe and wore, which is obviously his belonging. It doesn't actually serve me well, as it can easily slide down my shoulder and reveal the hickeys I dread. Damn it. Minho slap my hand away below the table when I pinch his hip.
"Onew, this is Taemin and---"
"Minho." The doctor cut Key's greetings with a smile, both on his lips and his eyes.
"You knew each other?" Key enquired, eyes glinting with excitement.
"He works for my family." Minho informed. Key let out a subtle 'o' at the revelations.
"Err so... You wanted to introduce your boyfriend to us?" I asked, pulling up my shirt yet again.
"Partly, yeah, I didn't know you guys are already acquainted. But, no, he's not my boyfriend!" Key cleared up, cheeks blushing. He obviously like Onew, and the man's reaction is no less obvious than the other. I grinned, somehow finding peace at the thought of them together.
"What happened to Jinwoon?" I muttered with a grin. Key playfully hit my arm, a pout resting on his lips. I chuckled. Onew seem to respond to this, as his eyes showed fascination over the subject. Before he could ask further about Jinwoon, Key's object of interest weeks ago, Minho spoke up.
"And why am I here? I got work to do and Dahae-Noona's gonna kill me when she gets back." He added with a frown. Indeed, she called two days earlier, said she took a flight to Japan to scour a firm and give a starting modal to the new leader over there. She noted that the work she left for Minho, including the parts she always handled are to be done or someone's gonna pay for it if the otherwise happened - Someone with a big, froggy eyes.
"Aww come on, spare a day. Let's go on a double date." Key chirped. I don't work today, and thank the god I worked office days only.
Wait, Am I.. actually hopeful?
Minho caught me, still in daze, eyes wide. He thought for a while about Key's proposal. Grinning wickedly, he slid his hand over my shoulders and made it look like he accidently pull down my shirt and to my horror, one hickey is exposed, visible to the world.
"Hrm I don't know, I might actually take up the offer." Minho said playfully. Onew's eyes widen by an inch, then a shy blush coloured his cheeks. Key, on the other hand, is ecstatic with Minho's childish behaviour. I pinch his stomach without mercy and he winced away with a yelp.
"Show off." I scoffed.
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I had to admit, I made the right choice. To consider Key's idea was in a way, considering to hang myself up before Dahae-Noona returns. But I find myself more attracted to spend time with Taemin, since early this morning. It's a severe desire I fear could make me go crazy. I'm drawn to him like a magnet so rapidly and damn, it's weird.
As I expected, with Key as the self-proclaimed leader of the double date expedition, we started off with shopping. He babbled something about Onew's wardrobe is full of simple clothes, not vibrant enough to show what he is worth of. Kyuhyun, his uncle, instantly came to my mind. He is down-to-earth despite his wealthy life, living in a deep simplicity. Taemin, I noticed, only browsed clothes that fits Itzel and I tip after his choices, going back to shops we left one time to buy a pretty pyjama that must look great on the baby girl. Taemin knew what I was up to and flashed me a smile, half grateful, half sarcastic when I return.
"My, what a kind young man." He teased. I couldn't suppress the tug at the corner of my lips, and broke into a sheepish laugh. I hand him the paper bag containing the new clothes as I rub the back of my neck, uncertain at how to act friendly around him. We did the.. love ritual, but everything still seems foggy, indecipherable. And I refuse to regard him as a sex partner. No, he's much more than that.
Key didn't seem to mind and neither was Onew, who looked bright as the diva boy tug his hand here and there, showing him this and that. In my case, I made a mental note, not to go shopping with Key again. My feet sting with exhaustion with every step.
An hour later, we head for the cinema, begged by Onew who was itching to watch Transformers once again. Taemin didn't seem to mind about this. In fact, he beamed with thrill shone in his eyes. So we spent 2 hours and 40 minutes watching magnificient alien robots, with me and Taemin separated by Key and Onew sitting in between us. I glance now and then to the chick, but he was too absorbed with the movie to even give me the slightest attention. It was fine tho, I find his fascinated expression as he feed on popcorn is adorable from the side view.
We went for lunch soon after. Initially, we planned to go to Italianniese, but decided that it was too formal. Everyone agreed on chicken, mostly because Onew was crazed with the idea. I could see his obsession towards chicken. It is... admirable I guess.
It was when we are about to leave the shop, stomach full and sated, that a man called out Taemin's name. All four of us turn around to identify the man. Taemin froze at his sight and I thought I've seen him before.
"Joon Hyung." Taemin muttered. Ahh, him.
"It's been so long, I missed you." Joon expressed with a wide smile, joyful face showed more than happiness. "So much.." He added.
"What about me then? Do you miss me?" Key said, voice cold and yet, a grin on his lips. Joon was quite taken aback at Key's sight. Maybe he didn't realize, since his attention was full on Taemin. I could tell.
"Key! H-hey..!"
"You still the handsome boy, neat and body lean. A bit meaty nowadays, no?" Key continued, circling Joon. A tense hung in the air with Onew oblivious to the current situation. Joon stayed unmoving, eyes focused in front of him, on Taemin. Until Key added, "I don't like the treatment you gave Taemin last time. You know.. The forceful kiss." Joon went white and I smirked. Best leave this to the almighty diva. But, just as a side note, maybe I should show him a thing or two.
"Taemin, come here." I called and pulled his wrist. Taemin, sensing this, allowed himself to be dragged and I slung my arm around his shoulder protectively. "I'll leave you two to talk everything out. We'll be heading to the carpark. Onew, let's go." I announced, sending a you-know-what-to-do smile to Key, then turn around to march away with Taemin by my side, safe in my arms. Onew, who hesitated for a while, tag along soon.
Taemin, who gathered himself later, smiled at the ground. I noticed.
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I had suspected it at first. Because I recognize that face, the person who hugged Taemin, who Taemin ran into his arms, who Taemin chose. I knew I was wrong once. But still, I held hope, even at the retreating figure of Taemin in that man's arms.
"Where are you looking at?" Key called me. I gaze back to him, only to meet a fist near my face. I sprawled backwards, hands cradling the unexpected hard blow.
"Wha---"
"That's for your bad, bad action. Consider me merciful. I don't want Onew to get a funny idea of the relationship between us." Key growled, and decided to hasten towards his group. He look back once, "Oh and you are now forgiven." He smiled charmingly, eerily.
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We were in the car, when Key nagged at Minho who was obviously driving home.
"Are we done for the day already?" He said, then pouted. Onew sat, beside him on the backseat, peering curiously on the window scenery, humming on a song.
"Where else you suggest we go, my legs are sore." Minho retorted.
"What are you? An old man?" Key mocked, and I chuckled by myself.
"Nope, he's not." I whispered, the memory of last night flooding my system.
"What was that chick?" Minho enquired, and I temporary panicked that he found out what I was thinking about. A pink blush coated my cheeks.
"Nothing you frog." I replied. The car fell into an abyss of silence for a few moments. Even the radio was off. Key seemed to be thinking of something so the day's activity can carry on. Minho waited for the traffic light to turn green, tapping his finger on the steering. I.. well, I waited.
"Then," Onew suddenly spoke. "Wanna go somewhere that won't tire your legs?" Key light up at the proposal and instantly agreed.
"Where?" Minho asked curiously, a crease forming on his brows. Onew smiled before answering.
"Riding Club."
It didn't take long to arrive at a white, majestic building. Or, you should say, fence. It rose high and protected the inside yard, maximizing the security. Plain bushes lined along it.The guard recognized Onew and he waved before generously letting Minho to drive into the club.
"You're a regular here?" Key enquired, appearing excited at the activity to come.
"I am a member." Onew admitted. It was admireful. I didn't knew he was so cool. Even the receptioner recognized him, and after registering his name for the day, us as his guests, we were ushered in by three coaches to the vast yard where from distant, horses could be seen grazing. Little ones played tag while the big, black mother swayed her tail to bat off biters. There was a big track where a few men and women ride their specific horses, gears put on to protect their bodies.
"Wow." Minho exclaimed. "I never thought of this sport. Nice."
"There's plenty to be amazed with." Onew said with a grin. Each coach are present as we are new to this, and I was quite excited after visiting the stable. I decided I like the sweet smell of the grain. Onew rode a horse that goes by the name King. A white horse with a shiny coat. Minho, Key and I was assigned to a more obedient, and suitable for newbies. Mine is a chestnut coloured mare, Hana.
"Sit squarely, with your seat bones comfortably in the middle of the saddle seat and your legs hanging loose on each side. Make sure you are not slouched to one side and are feeling relaxed." My coach explained after helping me to mount properly. "Slide your feet into the stirrups, heels down."
"Uhh," I groaned when the horse circled, away from the coach.
"Don't panic. Relax, the horse can detect your sense." He guided. It took a while before I could reign the control and learn how to trot my horse until the coach deemed good enough to let me go around the track by myself. He didn't let me go on a fast run since there's a safety rule for new riders. But I was allowed a slow trot, and a fast trot, which is by far, great. I like the gentle breeze against my body and the obedience of Hana who responds to my order.
"Hey." Key came by my side, mounted on his horse.
"You're doing better than me, I guess."
"Onew helped me too, that's why." He grinned.
"Love bird." I scoffed.
"Look who's talking. After what you did with Minho? You think I don't see how close you guys were? He's practically head ov----"
"Ahhhh I don't hear you~" I argued and we both laughed. I heave out a sigh as we ride at a slow pace, the other horse passing by, some fast, some stopping, and some went around in a circle, desperate for help. Onew, for instance, was dashing and behind him, to my surprise, was Minho, catching up. He mounted a black horse, eyes focused and muscled strained. Onew, on the other hand, was more relaxed and expert. What happened to the new riders rule? Is Minho and his skills an exception? Nah. I guess he done this before. Rich bastard.
"Taemin." Key called, halting my attention on Minho and Onew. I glance to him, and found him staring into air, as if remembering something.
"Hrm?" Key hesitated, but continued nonetheless.
"Yesterday.. I talked to Kevin. I meet him." He said bitterly. I grew shocked, but we continued the horseback ride, the earlier enjoyment seeming to draw out. "I learnt about Jonghyun. That he is sick."
"And blind." I added. A grim silence fell between us.
I had so much fun today that I forgot what I was living as. I had Itzel and eventhough I know she's safe, I could be more responsible and focus my attention that she deserves than doing this, riding a random horse and taking everything offered to me for granted. I really like how Minho treats me now, and the company of Key and Onew. It's fine and all.
But, the fantasy of being free from what haunted my life is still.. not enough.
I can't get Jonghyun off myself, and my feelings.
Deciding that the silence was too grave, I went on to a faster speed, leaving Key that is aware of my raw, obvious reply to the revelations he brought for me.
I'm not fine at all.
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A/N:So, let me explain,Onew had invited Key to comfort him, initially, but as it turned out... yeah, I avoided writing smut mostly cuz I don't have confidence. A big exam coming my way and I'm so scared. It's so frustrating.
Hope you liked it. Enjoy and comment. :)
Author:white_coral
Rating: R
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 22 23 24
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Minho is sane, and definitely not drunk. Neither was I. But he persisted even when I half-heartedly try to push him, mind not able to process of what currently happening.
Minho is kissing me.
"Mminho.." I murmured breathlessly, when we part for a bit to suck in air. Minho continues to kiss me then. He grab hold of my hands, lacing it together at my sides, still trapping me from running away. Minho's tongue slid across mine as I tried to battle it out in vain.
His taste was intoxicating. In a bad way, it made me marvel at his power over myself. I can't do anything but heed to his domination. To say he's good is an understatement. Every sincere objection was toppled by pure madness but eventually, I melt away and let my instinct take over.
I kiss him back as desperate as Minho tried to show.
The kiss seemed to last for hours when it was merely a few minutes. I almost fainted with the lack of oxygen, and my eyes fazed even after we part, lips unlatched and a trail of saliva broken. Both of us panted, chest heaving up and down as we stared at one another in close proximity. Close enough to feel Minho's deep exhalations over mine. He seemed to wait for something - searching for something through my eyes.
The dark room was dreadfully silent. Nothing was moving, everything was still as ice. But the atmosphere was warm, too warm. I don't know how to react, except stare back at him with wide, surprised eyes. The tight grip of our laced hands pulsed obviously, as my heart, it beats furiously, just waiting for Minho. Then it dawned on me.
I wanted this.
If I really detest him, I could refuse. Only I knew that I am capable of pushing him away if I didn't want Minho to kiss me.
Confusion spawn across my judgement. What do I do?
Minho, sensing this, spoke with a low, comforting voice. "I won't hurt you." As if his words were a cue, my body began to let down all tense. But I still waited.
God, what is this?
Minho kiss me suavely, this time gentler and light as brush. Too light that left me craving for more when he pulls away.
I gaze at his eyes, assessing all he was pouring for me. It was all there. Every denial I had, was put back at a dusty corner of my mind. It's not the physical pleasure that is bound to shake me alive that kept me strong to this weird sensation.
It's because this is Minho.
"I need you." He declared.
Finally, Minho mash our lips together again, both wanting this more than anything at the moment. His hands slid under my shirt, touching my torso freely, only because he can do it.
Because he is Minho.
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Kevin's retreating figure haunted me as I wept at the corner alone. An awful feeling crept up, swelled me inside out and the worse part of all is that I could not stop blaming myself.
How I wish I could ask for Jonghyun's forgiveness.
God, he was right in front of me. He was always there, he was my friend. More tears flowed down as I reminiscent over Jonghyun's warm, friendly smile. I hug my knees tighter and buried my face between.
Hoping, just hoping for something.
I hear footsteps approaching from a distant. "Key?" A gentle call and a hand on my shoulder surprised me.
"Key..?" Someone whispered.
I peel open my tired eyes, only to squint at the bright daylight. Sunshine leaped in from the windows and cast on the furnitures, leaving none unlit. A warm hand over my stomach circled my waist, pulling me closer to his body.
"Morning." A soft, familiar voice greeted. I look closer to recognize him, only to receive a kiss, followed by another. Then, another and another. It wasn't long before I melt into the invitation and let my eyes close as the bliss build on.
"Mmm," I moaned between the delicious feeling of having another lips on mine, with him hovering over me.
Who is this one hell of good kisser?
Gently, I push his chest away and he pulled off from my mouth. I swept my critical gaze over this mysterious man, and his gorgeous smile.
"Onew?" I exclaimed.
"Uhh hi." He laughed a little guiltily. "Sorry."
"No, I---" I started, almost stammering as I sat up, hands clutching tightly on the blanket - the only cover over my naked body. "I um, we - did we.." I tried to ask, panic surging up. Onew hesitantly nodded, sitting up beside me.
"We did." He said, a bit down.
I felt bad all of a sudden. I didn't mean to make him feel insulted or sorry at what we did. It wasn't a mistake, not on my side of thought. And I don't want him to take this as a mistake.
Not with me. Not us.
"Onew, I'm.." I started. "Listen, this was entirely... not what I, not what we, expected."
"I know." He answered hastily.
"And well.. It may be too fast. But, I don't want us to end like this." I said, hopeful. Onew's eyes glimmer with interest and I wished, he had the same though I had. "Wanna start over?"
"Yes." He answered. "Yes, definitely. Yes!" I chuckle at him, imagining he jumping up and down if I was not around and we were dressed properly. It only hit me now.
Oh god, I had sex with him.
I blushed furiously. Onew, finally caught out of his happiness, nudged me. I smiled faintly at him. "Thank you anyway. It was a comfort."
Onew shied away, pink coating his round cheeks as he rub the back of his neck and laughed lightly. A song suddenly rang and both of us seek the source until I land my attention at my pants on the floor.
"Err," Onew, getting the cue, shift off the bed, amidst trying to cover his naked bottom. In an awkward way, he slipped and fell face first. I burst out laughing when in the end, his buttocks was in my full view. Onew groaned in pain, and embarassment, I think, as he reached for my pants and grabbed the phone then tossed it my way.
"Thanks gentleman." I mentioned, before he stood up, not minding his uncovered body anymore. I whistled at him and he brushed it away with a wave of hand and a small smile, before he whimper away to the bathroom, sighing at his unfortunate luck.
Smiling, I answered the call. "Hello?"
"Good morning, my fellow friend Key. How was your morning with Sir Onew whom you sticked with last evening that caused me to return home by myself wondering why you teared up so much?" Nigel's voice rang sharp and composed. I chuckled.
"Sorry.. I don't know what has gotten into me."
"Mm'hm. You didn't even bother to tell me Miss Itzel's whereabouts."
"Yeah I was kinda ignorant too. Really, I'm sorry. I'll.. tell you everything when I get there."
"Will that be today or are you thinking of spending the whole day with Sir Onew whom you currently favour so much? More than me, I suppose." Nigel scoffed.
"Stop it Nigel. What did I do to deserve the treatment like Minho?" I replied. His comment makes me wonder. Come to think of it, I do have a choice.
"A lot on account, if I may say so."
"I get it already. I'll be there soon."
"You better do. There's a lot that happened on our absence. Trust me, a lot." Nigel teased. I chuckled.
"Oh Nigel, there's nothing bigger than Minho and Taemin sex each other up." I replied before hanging up. Onew came out just in time, already dressed up.
"Who was that?" He asked.
"That was my friend's supposed-to-be-lover's butler."
"Owh." He nodded with a small smile. I notice the clock on the bedside table, showing the day nearing afternoon.
It was weird that I got attached to Onew this soon. We talked and I liked him. But it was still too soon. But somehow we are still comfortable with each other. While we're at it, why shouldn't I take the advantage of the current situation? I don't suppose my ride is here, he's nice, I don't even know the neighbourhood and I want to reach Minho's mansion just in time to catch the news faster. What with Nigel seemed excited on something.
Plus, I need to talk to Taemin about something.
"Hey Onew." I called and he turned around, his adorable smile making my heart quickens again. "Wanna go on a double date?"
**********
It is... impossible. But then, it happened. It really happened.
I was laying on my side, head pillow replaced with my left arm, eyes wide open and awake as I watch the dozing beauty next to me. Like me, his body is covered securely by the duvet, long eyelashes appearing shut as his pink lips part a little to take in and release deep breaths of sleep. The pillow he used sank in, the puffiness accomodating his comfort.
I let out a sigh, wondering why am I stuck to his view. I can't seem to get up and about, so long as Taemin's sleeping form is, rarely, spread before my eyes. I would usually wake up to his absence, and this morning, I felt a deep sense of not wanting to experience that again.
This might be a blessing.
Gently, I lift my right hand and caress his face, smiling at the smooth feeling of his cheek against my skin. Taemin stirred a little and turns to my direction, his bang falling gracefully over his face. I brush away his tousled hair, stroking his head as I grin to myself, a blush probably apparent on my face.
*
"M-Minho...." Taemin moaned once again, followed by another keening one as I probe into him deeper with my fingers. I could only groan gratefully that I undoubtedly found his prostate.
I wished I had the room lit with lights before we got this far. I felt a little bad, thinking that I'd miss some fine details of Taemin's body, of his curves, of his smallest sensitive contours. The veil is dispersed, when I found out my hand was doing a fine job even among the dark and the shadows casted by moonlight across the windows above the bed. Taemin would sometimes shy away, covering his face with any material he found amidst suppressing his moanings. But I'd catch his lips again and again, pushing away anything that could part our passionate touches because I like the tingling, fiery sensation it sent to my spine and my entranced mind.
"Haa, ahh!" The boy let out, fair hands grasping tightly the sheets and head tossed back as I worked in and out of him, scissoring him to prepare for something bigger, for me. "Minho.. faster..." He begged, tears gleamed at the corner of his eyes.
"Taemin.." I muttered under my heavy breath, sweat profusely slide down my jaw as each of our body perspirating with sweat. I pulled my hand out of his bottom as I deemed him ready, twitching with eagerness to connect into what all I want at the moment.
Taemin seemed to get this, when he whined, then, slowly wrap his arms around my neck, still trying to catch his breath. I prepare to breach into him, the slightest push could bring me to nirvana. I lean down my head instead, to catch his lips in a polite kiss.
"You're different.." I said. Taemin casted a confused look at me, seemingly not getting what I'm trying to say. It was all soothe I could do, before I push into him slowly and Taemin gasped silently at my intrusion.
My intrusion into his life that surely would change everything.
*
Taemin murmured shallowly in his sleep, and I snap back to the present. A familiar heat collecting at the pit of my gut took over my sense after the reminscent of last night.
I'm such a pervert.
"Mm?" The chick peeked open his eyes, adjusting slowly to the brightness. He shifted around, glance once at me, then away, yawning and stretching his limb to chase away the sleep that claimed him for the previous hours.
"Morning." I said to Taemin, who gaze back to me, first with half-awaken eyes, then flash open with shock. He sat up with a scream, managing to cringe me and I sat up next to him, surprised.
"You! We! Me! You!" Taemin exclaimed as he looked down to his body, marked red everywhere, some angry, some subtle, then looked back to me. I was about to open my mouth when the door flung open, revealing Nigel, who hastened inside to see what was the matter with Taemin shouting aloud. We glance to him immediately, mind still not taking its toll.
"My, what a great timing." He soon grinned, then moved aside to let in another curious audience. The second he lay his eyes on us, I could see excitement course through his body, his eyes pleased.
"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Key's yell rippled across the room and echoed around the house.
**********
"So," Key exclaimed, grinning like a cheshire cat. Minho and I were practically dragged out from the house, with limited time given to properly dress up and was brought to a cafe a few miles away from Minho's resident. I look down to the big T-shirt I snatched from his wardrobe and wore, which is obviously his belonging. It doesn't actually serve me well, as it can easily slide down my shoulder and reveal the hickeys I dread. Damn it. Minho slap my hand away below the table when I pinch his hip.
"Onew, this is Taemin and---"
"Minho." The doctor cut Key's greetings with a smile, both on his lips and his eyes.
"You knew each other?" Key enquired, eyes glinting with excitement.
"He works for my family." Minho informed. Key let out a subtle 'o' at the revelations.
"Err so... You wanted to introduce your boyfriend to us?" I asked, pulling up my shirt yet again.
"Partly, yeah, I didn't know you guys are already acquainted. But, no, he's not my boyfriend!" Key cleared up, cheeks blushing. He obviously like Onew, and the man's reaction is no less obvious than the other. I grinned, somehow finding peace at the thought of them together.
"What happened to Jinwoon?" I muttered with a grin. Key playfully hit my arm, a pout resting on his lips. I chuckled. Onew seem to respond to this, as his eyes showed fascination over the subject. Before he could ask further about Jinwoon, Key's object of interest weeks ago, Minho spoke up.
"And why am I here? I got work to do and Dahae-Noona's gonna kill me when she gets back." He added with a frown. Indeed, she called two days earlier, said she took a flight to Japan to scour a firm and give a starting modal to the new leader over there. She noted that the work she left for Minho, including the parts she always handled are to be done or someone's gonna pay for it if the otherwise happened - Someone with a big, froggy eyes.
"Aww come on, spare a day. Let's go on a double date." Key chirped. I don't work today, and thank the god I worked office days only.
Wait, Am I.. actually hopeful?
Minho caught me, still in daze, eyes wide. He thought for a while about Key's proposal. Grinning wickedly, he slid his hand over my shoulders and made it look like he accidently pull down my shirt and to my horror, one hickey is exposed, visible to the world.
"Hrm I don't know, I might actually take up the offer." Minho said playfully. Onew's eyes widen by an inch, then a shy blush coloured his cheeks. Key, on the other hand, is ecstatic with Minho's childish behaviour. I pinch his stomach without mercy and he winced away with a yelp.
"Show off." I scoffed.
**********
I had to admit, I made the right choice. To consider Key's idea was in a way, considering to hang myself up before Dahae-Noona returns. But I find myself more attracted to spend time with Taemin, since early this morning. It's a severe desire I fear could make me go crazy. I'm drawn to him like a magnet so rapidly and damn, it's weird.
As I expected, with Key as the self-proclaimed leader of the double date expedition, we started off with shopping. He babbled something about Onew's wardrobe is full of simple clothes, not vibrant enough to show what he is worth of. Kyuhyun, his uncle, instantly came to my mind. He is down-to-earth despite his wealthy life, living in a deep simplicity. Taemin, I noticed, only browsed clothes that fits Itzel and I tip after his choices, going back to shops we left one time to buy a pretty pyjama that must look great on the baby girl. Taemin knew what I was up to and flashed me a smile, half grateful, half sarcastic when I return.
"My, what a kind young man." He teased. I couldn't suppress the tug at the corner of my lips, and broke into a sheepish laugh. I hand him the paper bag containing the new clothes as I rub the back of my neck, uncertain at how to act friendly around him. We did the.. love ritual, but everything still seems foggy, indecipherable. And I refuse to regard him as a sex partner. No, he's much more than that.
Key didn't seem to mind and neither was Onew, who looked bright as the diva boy tug his hand here and there, showing him this and that. In my case, I made a mental note, not to go shopping with Key again. My feet sting with exhaustion with every step.
An hour later, we head for the cinema, begged by Onew who was itching to watch Transformers once again. Taemin didn't seem to mind about this. In fact, he beamed with thrill shone in his eyes. So we spent 2 hours and 40 minutes watching magnificient alien robots, with me and Taemin separated by Key and Onew sitting in between us. I glance now and then to the chick, but he was too absorbed with the movie to even give me the slightest attention. It was fine tho, I find his fascinated expression as he feed on popcorn is adorable from the side view.
We went for lunch soon after. Initially, we planned to go to Italianniese, but decided that it was too formal. Everyone agreed on chicken, mostly because Onew was crazed with the idea. I could see his obsession towards chicken. It is... admirable I guess.
It was when we are about to leave the shop, stomach full and sated, that a man called out Taemin's name. All four of us turn around to identify the man. Taemin froze at his sight and I thought I've seen him before.
"Joon Hyung." Taemin muttered. Ahh, him.
"It's been so long, I missed you." Joon expressed with a wide smile, joyful face showed more than happiness. "So much.." He added.
"What about me then? Do you miss me?" Key said, voice cold and yet, a grin on his lips. Joon was quite taken aback at Key's sight. Maybe he didn't realize, since his attention was full on Taemin. I could tell.
"Key! H-hey..!"
"You still the handsome boy, neat and body lean. A bit meaty nowadays, no?" Key continued, circling Joon. A tense hung in the air with Onew oblivious to the current situation. Joon stayed unmoving, eyes focused in front of him, on Taemin. Until Key added, "I don't like the treatment you gave Taemin last time. You know.. The forceful kiss." Joon went white and I smirked. Best leave this to the almighty diva. But, just as a side note, maybe I should show him a thing or two.
"Taemin, come here." I called and pulled his wrist. Taemin, sensing this, allowed himself to be dragged and I slung my arm around his shoulder protectively. "I'll leave you two to talk everything out. We'll be heading to the carpark. Onew, let's go." I announced, sending a you-know-what-to-do smile to Key, then turn around to march away with Taemin by my side, safe in my arms. Onew, who hesitated for a while, tag along soon.
Taemin, who gathered himself later, smiled at the ground. I noticed.
**********
I had suspected it at first. Because I recognize that face, the person who hugged Taemin, who Taemin ran into his arms, who Taemin chose. I knew I was wrong once. But still, I held hope, even at the retreating figure of Taemin in that man's arms.
"Where are you looking at?" Key called me. I gaze back to him, only to meet a fist near my face. I sprawled backwards, hands cradling the unexpected hard blow.
"Wha---"
"That's for your bad, bad action. Consider me merciful. I don't want Onew to get a funny idea of the relationship between us." Key growled, and decided to hasten towards his group. He look back once, "Oh and you are now forgiven." He smiled charmingly, eerily.
**********
We were in the car, when Key nagged at Minho who was obviously driving home.
"Are we done for the day already?" He said, then pouted. Onew sat, beside him on the backseat, peering curiously on the window scenery, humming on a song.
"Where else you suggest we go, my legs are sore." Minho retorted.
"What are you? An old man?" Key mocked, and I chuckled by myself.
"Nope, he's not." I whispered, the memory of last night flooding my system.
"What was that chick?" Minho enquired, and I temporary panicked that he found out what I was thinking about. A pink blush coated my cheeks.
"Nothing you frog." I replied. The car fell into an abyss of silence for a few moments. Even the radio was off. Key seemed to be thinking of something so the day's activity can carry on. Minho waited for the traffic light to turn green, tapping his finger on the steering. I.. well, I waited.
"Then," Onew suddenly spoke. "Wanna go somewhere that won't tire your legs?" Key light up at the proposal and instantly agreed.
"Where?" Minho asked curiously, a crease forming on his brows. Onew smiled before answering.
"Riding Club."
It didn't take long to arrive at a white, majestic building. Or, you should say, fence. It rose high and protected the inside yard, maximizing the security. Plain bushes lined along it.The guard recognized Onew and he waved before generously letting Minho to drive into the club.
"You're a regular here?" Key enquired, appearing excited at the activity to come.
"I am a member." Onew admitted. It was admireful. I didn't knew he was so cool. Even the receptioner recognized him, and after registering his name for the day, us as his guests, we were ushered in by three coaches to the vast yard where from distant, horses could be seen grazing. Little ones played tag while the big, black mother swayed her tail to bat off biters. There was a big track where a few men and women ride their specific horses, gears put on to protect their bodies.
"Wow." Minho exclaimed. "I never thought of this sport. Nice."
"There's plenty to be amazed with." Onew said with a grin. Each coach are present as we are new to this, and I was quite excited after visiting the stable. I decided I like the sweet smell of the grain. Onew rode a horse that goes by the name King. A white horse with a shiny coat. Minho, Key and I was assigned to a more obedient, and suitable for newbies. Mine is a chestnut coloured mare, Hana.
"Sit squarely, with your seat bones comfortably in the middle of the saddle seat and your legs hanging loose on each side. Make sure you are not slouched to one side and are feeling relaxed." My coach explained after helping me to mount properly. "Slide your feet into the stirrups, heels down."
"Uhh," I groaned when the horse circled, away from the coach.
"Don't panic. Relax, the horse can detect your sense." He guided. It took a while before I could reign the control and learn how to trot my horse until the coach deemed good enough to let me go around the track by myself. He didn't let me go on a fast run since there's a safety rule for new riders. But I was allowed a slow trot, and a fast trot, which is by far, great. I like the gentle breeze against my body and the obedience of Hana who responds to my order.
"Hey." Key came by my side, mounted on his horse.
"You're doing better than me, I guess."
"Onew helped me too, that's why." He grinned.
"Love bird." I scoffed.
"Look who's talking. After what you did with Minho? You think I don't see how close you guys were? He's practically head ov----"
"Ahhhh I don't hear you~" I argued and we both laughed. I heave out a sigh as we ride at a slow pace, the other horse passing by, some fast, some stopping, and some went around in a circle, desperate for help. Onew, for instance, was dashing and behind him, to my surprise, was Minho, catching up. He mounted a black horse, eyes focused and muscled strained. Onew, on the other hand, was more relaxed and expert. What happened to the new riders rule? Is Minho and his skills an exception? Nah. I guess he done this before. Rich bastard.
"Taemin." Key called, halting my attention on Minho and Onew. I glance to him, and found him staring into air, as if remembering something.
"Hrm?" Key hesitated, but continued nonetheless.
"Yesterday.. I talked to Kevin. I meet him." He said bitterly. I grew shocked, but we continued the horseback ride, the earlier enjoyment seeming to draw out. "I learnt about Jonghyun. That he is sick."
"And blind." I added. A grim silence fell between us.
I had so much fun today that I forgot what I was living as. I had Itzel and eventhough I know she's safe, I could be more responsible and focus my attention that she deserves than doing this, riding a random horse and taking everything offered to me for granted. I really like how Minho treats me now, and the company of Key and Onew. It's fine and all.
But, the fantasy of being free from what haunted my life is still.. not enough.
I can't get Jonghyun off myself, and my feelings.
Deciding that the silence was too grave, I went on to a faster speed, leaving Key that is aware of my raw, obvious reply to the revelations he brought for me.
I'm not fine at all.
*********
A/N:So, let me explain,Onew had invited Key to comfort him, initially, but as it turned out... yeah, I avoided writing smut mostly cuz I don't have confidence. A big exam coming my way and I'm so scared. It's so frustrating.
Hope you liked it. Enjoy and comment. :)