You're Not Gay - Part 6
Title: You're Not Gay
Author: fiar22
Rating: pg-13
Genre: angst, romance, ?denial?, humor
Summary: If you asked Lee Taemin if he was gay, he'd probably just stare at you. He would rather die that unveil the secret that changed his whole life. However, if you asked Kim Jonghyun the same question, you'd probably wake up in his bed the next morning (regardless of gender). Two very different lifestyles that eventually collide.
Author's notes:It's been a long time since I've updated, but I think this story will come along much smoother now. I've sparked an idea for the way I want things to play out and I think you'll like it too. It's a bit different from my original idea, but more happens this way and when more happens it makes for a happier reader, right? Well, this chapter is a bit short, but it gets the ball rolling, so ENJOY!
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Krystal lay on her bed contemplating a lot of things. First, why had she pushed Taemin into having sex that night at the party? They were having enough fun and then she had to go and ruin it by making the obviously freaked out boy stressed to the point of not being able to get it up. Everything had been not far from disaster as far as she saw it and felt there was no reason Taemin would ever want to talk to her ever again.
Second, she thought about how her sister wasn’t the least bit worried about Jognhyun completely disappearing from his own party and house. Sometimes, she felt like she worried about Jonghyun more than her sister who was supposed to be best friends with him. It always reminded her of some unrequited love story and her sister was the stupid bitch that caused all the problems and got left out in the end. She didn’t want that because after all Jessica was her sister, family and she loved her no matter what.
Third, Krystal thought about Key who had been covered from head to toe in Taemin’s brother all night. She thought about Key because he text her for the fifth time telling her to get up and go shopping with him, but she ignored him. She just didn’t want to.
But more than anything, Krystal felt helpless to everything that was happening around her. Everything was out of her control.
~
Jonghyun replayed the latest conversation between him and Taemin over and over again trying to figure out exactly what the younger boy as hiding from, but couldn’t put the pieces together.
“So, you must think I’m pretty cool,” Jonghyun said with eyes half-way on the road and half-way on Taemin.
Taemin looked like he’d been hit with a small rock in return.
“I mean,” Jonghyun went on, ignoring the look Taemin gave him, “I get all the ladies and men I want and am thoroughly respected.”
“And you drive a chode truck,” Taemin added under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Taemin said believably innocent. “So, why would that mean I think you’re cool?”
It took Jonghyun a minute to gather his words, but when he did, “Well, I mean, you’re gay. I’m gay,” pause, “pretty cool, right?”
“I’m not gay,” Taemin retorted.
Jonghyun laughed, “You just told me you were and now that you’ve said it, I can tell. Plus, Key already told me you set his gay-dar into a frenzy and that dude knows gay.”
“Well, he might want to get it checked because I’m not gay.”
The car ride went silent for a while. Before too long they found themselves in front of Taemin’s house.
“What’s so wrong with being gay?” Jonghyun asked before Taemin could get out of the car. He had a tone to his question that sounded almost sad and completely sincere.
For an instant, Taemin saw Jonghyun as the most caring person on earth, paper heart on display. Then, his own became stone, “Nothing, but I’m not and you’re not telling anyone I am or I’ll bite your fucking dick off.” He slammed the car door and did the same with the front door.
It still puzzled him as to what Taemin was ashamed of. Maybe, just maybe, if he found a way to make things between Krystal and Taemin okay he could bring himself closer to the puzzling red-head.
~
Sunday night, the house was quiet. Jinki was sure his brother was just in the other room doing the dweeb-ish things he always id, but it was silent. It had been silent all weekend after he got home from Key’s house.
“That’s right,” Jinki thought, “her name was Key.”
He’d been sitting in his room contemplating exactly what all this meant. He knew, for one, that he’d finally lost his virginity. This was something he’d usually be celebrating (or rubbing it in Taemin’s face), but instead he just felt sick. He remembered his night as a victorious one. He had successfully convinced the Lady Key to make out with him, or rather she did so on her own accord. After all, a guy like Jinki had no time to pay attention to details.
Anyway, he was totally not that drunk (was it even possible to down a whole fifth in less than an hour?) and had been feeling Lady Key’s voluptuous curves the entire make out session (he could have sworn there were boobs.) That’s why he was so surprised in the end. There was something totally unexpected. It was an obstacle in which he was willing to completely over-look at the time (“What is that?” “The Leaning Tower of Pisa. What the fuck do you think? Just hurry up and put it in. Here. Here!” “Found it,” “Unnngh, y-yeah.”) But at this point, looking back on what didn’t matter at the time, he was very aware that it was NOT the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It was Lady Key’s penis.
~
At school on Monday, Taemin was a little less than enthusiastic to be there after everything that had happened. It wasn’t worse than the Minho situation, but it was getting close. He hadn’t heard from Krystal all weekend and was nervous to step foot in their 1st hour.
But before any of that he had to look for room 400. Jonghyun had text him and told him to meet him there before his classes as a favor. He had something he needed help with. What Taemin could possibly help him with, he wasn’t sure, but Jonghyun was the only person who knew his secret and therefore his only friend.
When he found the room, the door was shut and there was no window like regular class rooms, which he found bizarre. “Why did he want to meet here?” Taemin idly wondered as he opened the door. It was completely pitch black on the inside and he was about to call out when he was pushed from behind into the room and the door was promptly shut and locked. “What the fuck?” Taemin said on instinct.
He was about to turn around and attempt to pry open the door when a familiar girl voice called out, “Taemin?” Then, the lights flashed on as he turned his head and blinked a couple times before he could really see. It was Krystal.
“Why are you here?” He asked before anything else could come up.
She looked down at her feet and shifted from one foot to another, “Jonghyun told me to meet him here and then I got locked in.”
Realization hit Taemin as he figured out was so urgent on Jonghyun’s part. He wasn’t asking for help from Taemin, but he wanted to help Taemin. The red-head nearly groaned at Jonghyun’s ‘chivalry’ if that’s what you could call it. He wondered if Jonghyun was really trying to help him or kill him. “Oh,” he answered in reply after a long time of contemplation.
Then, she took a step forward. “Look, Taemin, I’m really sorry,” she took a breath like this had been killing her from the inside out, “It was totally inappropriate of me to jump on you like that and you obviously know that I like you now, but this isn’t how I wanted things to be. I’m sorry.”
Taemin was in shock. He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved, offended, or totally clueless. It was beyond him what was going on and why she felt the need to apologize, but before any bewilderment could show he felt his ‘guy’ senses kicking in for the very first time as he said, “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay. It was totally inappropriate and idiotic of me and I just-“
And then, Taemin was doing the thing he least expected to do today and that was kiss Krystal Jung. She seemed surprised, but quickly fell into the grove as their mouths meshed together much nicer than the night at the party. Her lips were much softer than Minho’s, just like her hands, and Taemin wasn’t quite so sure how he felt about that. They stayed that way for a while before Taemin was the one to break them apart. “Really, it’s okay. I was just startled. This is all new to me, but I like you too,” and at the same time his mind was screaming, “What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck,” in a repetitive mantra.
Krystal smiled at him with her model smile and said, “So, does this mean we’re official?”
~
Jonghyun felt smug. Even he knew it at the moment and he didn’t care at all. He knew he’d just helped both Krystal and Taemin out a great deal and once Taemin was completely honest with Krystal he could have Krystal back to her old self and Taemin as his new puppy. He hated to admit to it, but he’d already grown quite attached to the frustrating red-head and was going to make him his queen if he liked it or not.
After all, he could tell Taemin liked him from the way his eyes lingered too long from the short period of time they’d spent together. He could almost see the perfect relationship they would have flashing before his eyes and while Jonghyun liked a challenge, he was also a hopeless romantic and couldn’t help but be a sucker for love. So, of course he felt smug as he stood outside the now-unlocked janitor’s closet, waiting for them to try the door again and come out and thank him for doing them such a favor.
He awaited his glory moment by flashing smiles at passing girls and guys who looked his way. They all seemed pleased enough, but also very interested as to why Jonghyun would be waiting outside a janitor’s closet in the first place.
But nobody asked and Jonghyun just kept smiling.
Then, the door opened and he felt himself become exuberant to the point of almost jumping into the air with glee, but he stopped himself and rightfully so. It wasn’t long before the smile plastered on his face faltered slightly as he took in the details of the two people once they were both fully out of the room, staring at him.
Their hands were laced. “Sort everything out?” Jonghyun asked in a tone that didn’t show his bewilderment at all.
“Yeah, we’re good as new,” Krystal said smiling up at Taemin and squeezing his hand.
Jonghyun’s eyes shifted to Taemin and they caught each other’s glances before Taemin answered, “Yeah, we’re officially dating now,” in a sort of warning tone.
Neither of them stared away from each other. “You never got a chance to tell me how you two met exactly, but I want to hear all about it. Walk me to class?” Krystal said, oblivious to all of the tension.
“Of course,” Taemin said, breaking the gaze and smiling down at Krystal.
Honestly, Jonghyun felt sick and he could tell that, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, Taemin felt sick too. It wasn’t just leaving out bits of information anymore. Taemin was living a full-blown lie and it was surprising to both of them.
But now wasn’t the time to discuss that because Krystal was waving ‘goodbye’ to Jonghyun and dragging Taemin away and there was nothing either could say that would mend the situation that was just created.
Author: fiar22
Rating: pg-13
Genre: angst, romance, ?denial?, humor
Summary: If you asked Lee Taemin if he was gay, he'd probably just stare at you. He would rather die that unveil the secret that changed his whole life. However, if you asked Kim Jonghyun the same question, you'd probably wake up in his bed the next morning (regardless of gender). Two very different lifestyles that eventually collide.
Author's notes:It's been a long time since I've updated, but I think this story will come along much smoother now. I've sparked an idea for the way I want things to play out and I think you'll like it too. It's a bit different from my original idea, but more happens this way and when more happens it makes for a happier reader, right? Well, this chapter is a bit short, but it gets the ball rolling, so ENJOY!
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Krystal lay on her bed contemplating a lot of things. First, why had she pushed Taemin into having sex that night at the party? They were having enough fun and then she had to go and ruin it by making the obviously freaked out boy stressed to the point of not being able to get it up. Everything had been not far from disaster as far as she saw it and felt there was no reason Taemin would ever want to talk to her ever again.
Second, she thought about how her sister wasn’t the least bit worried about Jognhyun completely disappearing from his own party and house. Sometimes, she felt like she worried about Jonghyun more than her sister who was supposed to be best friends with him. It always reminded her of some unrequited love story and her sister was the stupid bitch that caused all the problems and got left out in the end. She didn’t want that because after all Jessica was her sister, family and she loved her no matter what.
Third, Krystal thought about Key who had been covered from head to toe in Taemin’s brother all night. She thought about Key because he text her for the fifth time telling her to get up and go shopping with him, but she ignored him. She just didn’t want to.
But more than anything, Krystal felt helpless to everything that was happening around her. Everything was out of her control.
~
Jonghyun replayed the latest conversation between him and Taemin over and over again trying to figure out exactly what the younger boy as hiding from, but couldn’t put the pieces together.
“So, you must think I’m pretty cool,” Jonghyun said with eyes half-way on the road and half-way on Taemin.
Taemin looked like he’d been hit with a small rock in return.
“I mean,” Jonghyun went on, ignoring the look Taemin gave him, “I get all the ladies and men I want and am thoroughly respected.”
“And you drive a chode truck,” Taemin added under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Taemin said believably innocent. “So, why would that mean I think you’re cool?”
It took Jonghyun a minute to gather his words, but when he did, “Well, I mean, you’re gay. I’m gay,” pause, “pretty cool, right?”
“I’m not gay,” Taemin retorted.
Jonghyun laughed, “You just told me you were and now that you’ve said it, I can tell. Plus, Key already told me you set his gay-dar into a frenzy and that dude knows gay.”
“Well, he might want to get it checked because I’m not gay.”
The car ride went silent for a while. Before too long they found themselves in front of Taemin’s house.
“What’s so wrong with being gay?” Jonghyun asked before Taemin could get out of the car. He had a tone to his question that sounded almost sad and completely sincere.
For an instant, Taemin saw Jonghyun as the most caring person on earth, paper heart on display. Then, his own became stone, “Nothing, but I’m not and you’re not telling anyone I am or I’ll bite your fucking dick off.” He slammed the car door and did the same with the front door.
It still puzzled him as to what Taemin was ashamed of. Maybe, just maybe, if he found a way to make things between Krystal and Taemin okay he could bring himself closer to the puzzling red-head.
~
Sunday night, the house was quiet. Jinki was sure his brother was just in the other room doing the dweeb-ish things he always id, but it was silent. It had been silent all weekend after he got home from Key’s house.
“That’s right,” Jinki thought, “her name was Key.”
He’d been sitting in his room contemplating exactly what all this meant. He knew, for one, that he’d finally lost his virginity. This was something he’d usually be celebrating (or rubbing it in Taemin’s face), but instead he just felt sick. He remembered his night as a victorious one. He had successfully convinced the Lady Key to make out with him, or rather she did so on her own accord. After all, a guy like Jinki had no time to pay attention to details.
Anyway, he was totally not that drunk (was it even possible to down a whole fifth in less than an hour?) and had been feeling Lady Key’s voluptuous curves the entire make out session (he could have sworn there were boobs.) That’s why he was so surprised in the end. There was something totally unexpected. It was an obstacle in which he was willing to completely over-look at the time (“What is that?” “The Leaning Tower of Pisa. What the fuck do you think? Just hurry up and put it in. Here. Here!” “Found it,” “Unnngh, y-yeah.”) But at this point, looking back on what didn’t matter at the time, he was very aware that it was NOT the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It was Lady Key’s penis.
~
At school on Monday, Taemin was a little less than enthusiastic to be there after everything that had happened. It wasn’t worse than the Minho situation, but it was getting close. He hadn’t heard from Krystal all weekend and was nervous to step foot in their 1st hour.
But before any of that he had to look for room 400. Jonghyun had text him and told him to meet him there before his classes as a favor. He had something he needed help with. What Taemin could possibly help him with, he wasn’t sure, but Jonghyun was the only person who knew his secret and therefore his only friend.
When he found the room, the door was shut and there was no window like regular class rooms, which he found bizarre. “Why did he want to meet here?” Taemin idly wondered as he opened the door. It was completely pitch black on the inside and he was about to call out when he was pushed from behind into the room and the door was promptly shut and locked. “What the fuck?” Taemin said on instinct.
He was about to turn around and attempt to pry open the door when a familiar girl voice called out, “Taemin?” Then, the lights flashed on as he turned his head and blinked a couple times before he could really see. It was Krystal.
“Why are you here?” He asked before anything else could come up.
She looked down at her feet and shifted from one foot to another, “Jonghyun told me to meet him here and then I got locked in.”
Realization hit Taemin as he figured out was so urgent on Jonghyun’s part. He wasn’t asking for help from Taemin, but he wanted to help Taemin. The red-head nearly groaned at Jonghyun’s ‘chivalry’ if that’s what you could call it. He wondered if Jonghyun was really trying to help him or kill him. “Oh,” he answered in reply after a long time of contemplation.
Then, she took a step forward. “Look, Taemin, I’m really sorry,” she took a breath like this had been killing her from the inside out, “It was totally inappropriate of me to jump on you like that and you obviously know that I like you now, but this isn’t how I wanted things to be. I’m sorry.”
Taemin was in shock. He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved, offended, or totally clueless. It was beyond him what was going on and why she felt the need to apologize, but before any bewilderment could show he felt his ‘guy’ senses kicking in for the very first time as he said, “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay. It was totally inappropriate and idiotic of me and I just-“
And then, Taemin was doing the thing he least expected to do today and that was kiss Krystal Jung. She seemed surprised, but quickly fell into the grove as their mouths meshed together much nicer than the night at the party. Her lips were much softer than Minho’s, just like her hands, and Taemin wasn’t quite so sure how he felt about that. They stayed that way for a while before Taemin was the one to break them apart. “Really, it’s okay. I was just startled. This is all new to me, but I like you too,” and at the same time his mind was screaming, “What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck,” in a repetitive mantra.
Krystal smiled at him with her model smile and said, “So, does this mean we’re official?”
~
Jonghyun felt smug. Even he knew it at the moment and he didn’t care at all. He knew he’d just helped both Krystal and Taemin out a great deal and once Taemin was completely honest with Krystal he could have Krystal back to her old self and Taemin as his new puppy. He hated to admit to it, but he’d already grown quite attached to the frustrating red-head and was going to make him his queen if he liked it or not.
After all, he could tell Taemin liked him from the way his eyes lingered too long from the short period of time they’d spent together. He could almost see the perfect relationship they would have flashing before his eyes and while Jonghyun liked a challenge, he was also a hopeless romantic and couldn’t help but be a sucker for love. So, of course he felt smug as he stood outside the now-unlocked janitor’s closet, waiting for them to try the door again and come out and thank him for doing them such a favor.
He awaited his glory moment by flashing smiles at passing girls and guys who looked his way. They all seemed pleased enough, but also very interested as to why Jonghyun would be waiting outside a janitor’s closet in the first place.
But nobody asked and Jonghyun just kept smiling.
Then, the door opened and he felt himself become exuberant to the point of almost jumping into the air with glee, but he stopped himself and rightfully so. It wasn’t long before the smile plastered on his face faltered slightly as he took in the details of the two people once they were both fully out of the room, staring at him.
Their hands were laced. “Sort everything out?” Jonghyun asked in a tone that didn’t show his bewilderment at all.
“Yeah, we’re good as new,” Krystal said smiling up at Taemin and squeezing his hand.
Jonghyun’s eyes shifted to Taemin and they caught each other’s glances before Taemin answered, “Yeah, we’re officially dating now,” in a sort of warning tone.
Neither of them stared away from each other. “You never got a chance to tell me how you two met exactly, but I want to hear all about it. Walk me to class?” Krystal said, oblivious to all of the tension.
“Of course,” Taemin said, breaking the gaze and smiling down at Krystal.
Honestly, Jonghyun felt sick and he could tell that, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, Taemin felt sick too. It wasn’t just leaving out bits of information anymore. Taemin was living a full-blown lie and it was surprising to both of them.
But now wasn’t the time to discuss that because Krystal was waving ‘goodbye’ to Jonghyun and dragging Taemin away and there was nothing either could say that would mend the situation that was just created.