TAT (9/?)
9
It’s always the quiet ones you need to watch out for
“Let’s play ‘I Never’!” Taemin suggested.
Everyone nodded and held out their hands. Jessica was known to hit people’s hard spots, targeting one thing that everyone but her had in common.
“I never had feelings for a one of my former or present teachers.” She smirked when each finger went down. She nudged Yoona with her knee.
“I never… had sex.” She looked around. Jonghyun and Jessica put their finger down-they were the oldest in here so it wasn’t a big surprise.
“I never waxed my pubes before.” Taemin giggled a little when everyone but Jonghyun put down one.
“P-pass…” Kibum squeezed the pillow closer to his lap. Jonghyun was making lazy circles on his knee making him go crazy.
Jessica shook her head,” Can’t do that, gotta keep it moving!”
Kibum gulped down, enlarging his eyes at Jonghyun for him to stop but that only made the fingers excited. “I never kissed my best fr-OAWHAAA!” Jonghyun playfully pinched him.
Taemin stood up, taking his empty with him. “I’ll be back, don’t move on without me.” He left the room and headed down the stairs.
It was quieter than it was before. The mass of people left, leaving a few soccer players to help clean up. Taemin went to the icebox to take out one of the last cherry sodas. He went into the drawer and took out the bottle popper. He connected it and thrusted his hand upwards. The soda made a sizzling sound and he exited.
He took a long swig of it before his eyes caught a shiny glint from his right. He turned. Krystal. She was sitting outside on the stairs, hunched over with a Corona half empty to her side. Krystal Jung was drinking, her sister was just upstairs, and he should tell her. But he didn’t. He walked outside and sat down next to her.
He poked the bottle and looked into her eyes,” You shouldn’t have drunk.”
For the first time, Krystal was drunk, and she was ready to spill all the secrets she’s been keeping for so long.
“Where’s that bastard that kissed Jonghyun?!” she was in a quiet rage.
“W-what are you talking about Krystal?”
“You know what I’m talking about. You hang out with them all the time. I bet you join them!” she crossed her arms and watched Taemin’s expression. “That’s right.” Thassright.
Taemin scooted backwards, putting a thoughtful hand on the girl’s shoulder,” I think you had too much to drink. Let me get your sister to bring her home…”
“NO! Your slutty hyung needs to stop toying with Jonghyun’s feelings! All that… I saw them with my own eyes.” Her voice was weathering, even at the low pace.
“Them? Krystal, you aren’t making any sense right now.” Slightly intimidated, Taemin got up.
“Kibum and Jonghyun!” she yelled,” MAKING OUT! Is that clear enough for you!? Don’t fake it, you know what they did, what they do.”
Taemin gasped, his face was flushed and he was sure he would faint from shock. Krystal’s eyes cleared and she bit her lip.
“You didn’t know… did you..?” Taemin shook his head. Krystal quickly straightened and she was throwing her bottle in the trash can. “I gotta go.”
Taemin stared down the street in confusion. He felt his face burn up. She was obviously angry and had alcohol; everything she said had to be a lie. He tightened his grip on his bottle as he entered the house again. He went up the stairs slowly. She saw them… kissing? Fake, totally! But he couldn’t stop the disgusting feeling of his flesh crawl, as if there were tiny little bugs hiding under it.
He couldn’t stop replaying all the times he’s changed in front of them, shared a bed, took a shower with… it made him feel awful. He wanted to throw up. He shook his head vigorously.
“Everything’s fine, Taemin, it’s all okay.” He tried assuring himself, trying to not think of the negative energy that surrounded him.
Before he knew it he was at the door. His bottle was empty already. He heard laughter coming from the room and he noticed that he was hesitating. What should he be afraid of?
He turned the knob and searched for the pair. They were sitting next to each other, their backs facing the doorway. Jonghyun’s hand draped protectively, and secretly, around Kibum’s hip. Taemin could feel everything click in his mind. The long hugs, inside jokes, touching, hand holding; it all made sense… and it was all disgusting.
“How dare you!” Taemin shouted. He restlessly went over and pulled Kibum away into the corner.
He started tugging at his shirt, shaking him violently, punching him with closed fists on his back. It hurt, it hurt so bad. Kibum was sprawled on the floor, protecting himself, tears streaming down mercilessly. Jonghyun got up, dragging Taemin away with all his summoned strength.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Taemin?!”
Taemin turned, seeing Jonghyun’s face lit a burning passion.
Slap!
The room gasped. Not one of them ever thought they would ever see the sight of calm Taemin slapping Jonghyun. Jonghyun held his cheek, now stained with a bright red marking. His mouth was agape with utter amazement.
“Tell me! You two… you two guys are fucking! AREN’T YOU!?” Taemin’s lip was quivering.
The room went silent. “Oh my God…” Jessica muttered.
Taemin’s glare went back and forth from Jonghyun to Kibum. “All of it is wrong! It’s SICK!”
“You don’t mean that, Tae.” Kibum mustered into his hand.
Taemin turned, kneeling onto the floor. His words spoke poison. “You… I changed in front of you! I did everything with you. What do you think of when I’m naked? Do you want to touch me? Do you wanna rape me?! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” Taemin pushed Kibum into the wall. “You’re a disgraceful faggot! I regret the day I EVER met YOU!”
He left Kibum on the floor and leveled with Jonghyun. He felt his confidence heighten with the few inches he towered.
“You’re a monster.” Taemin growled.
Jonghyun shot an icy glare. “I think you’ve said enough, Lee Taemin!” he pointed to the door,” You should leave… now.”
“Gladly!” Taemin opened and closed the door with a loud slam.
Jonghyun stood there for a minute thinking about how he thought this day would come; it wasn’t anything like it, this was a nightmare. Kibum collapsed into a ball with a long wail. Jonghyun quickly pulled him into his lap and rocked him back and forth. The girls sat there, immersed in pained expressions towards the two. This was one whack party.