[fic] i can't leave
taemin/minho // nc-17 // 4,300+ words.
warnings: angst, violence, kind of dub-con for a second if you tilt your head and squint.
there isn't a day where they aren't fighting or screaming or shouting at each other in some way, but it all had to come to a head in some way or another.
The sounds of porcelain smashing and screaming voices were the only things that could be heard in the small house in a far corner of Seoul, tucked away from the bright city lights and enveloped in darkness, save from the kitchen light that looked far too bright, its glow glaring across the street.
Plates and knives and forks and anything else that the small sobbing redhead could get his hands on were hurled across the kitchen, targeting them at a taller man that was calling him a psychopath and screaming at him to stop before he hurt himself. Not listening to him, as usual, the younger man continued to cry inconsolably and shriek at the older man to get out; the latter not moving an inch from across the kitchen table, which was the only thing that was protecting him from getting his eyes clawed out by the smaller man.
“Taemin! Stop this right fucking now! I swear I will call the fucking police if this carries on! Get a hold of yourself; you’re going to make yourself sick!” The older man shouted, pounding his fist against the table, his face red with rage and, at that moment, he felt nothing but utter contempt for the younger male.
“Get the fuck out of my home, Minho! I don’t want to see your dirty fucking face anymore! Get out! Get out now otherwise I’ll call the fucking police and tell them you’re trespassing!” Taemin spat back at the taller man, big, fat, salty tears pouring down his face in a continuous stream.
“Your home? Last time I fucking checked this was our home, the one we fucking saved up for and bought together!” Minho raged, leaning back against one of the counters and crossing his arms over his chest, his face like thunder.
Taemin faltered for a moment before he rolled his eyes and spat a venomous ‘whatever’ back at his soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, stalking into the living room and attempting to climb the stairs, before Minho ran after him and caught his wrist, the younger looking back at him with such hate in his eyes that Minho would have been scared if he was a lesser man, which he certainly wasn't, and would never be.
“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished here.” The older male hissed, tightening his grip on the skinny wrist and trying to pull it back down the stairs.
“I’m going to pack my things, because seeing as you won’t leave, then I will.” Taemin said vehemently, first trying to trying to tug his wrist from Minho’s grasp, and seeing that the taller man wouldn't let go, trying to pry it out of his clutch with his other hand, whimpering and acting like an animal caught in a trap.
“No, you’re not leaving. Because I swear, Taemin, if you walk out of that fucking door then it’s over. It’s really over. I’m fed up of all this fucking shit all the time!” Minho snapped, letting go of the redhead’s wrist and turning around to face the opposite wall, driving his fist into it with such force that Taemin could of sworn that he felt the house shake.
Taemin curled his lips up into a snarl and rotated his wrist around, trying to get back feeling in it, the red marks around it being a tell-tale sign that it was going to bruise. Again. Taemin knew, because this wouldn't have been the first time that the older man had done this to him; pushed him a little too hard, held him a little too tight. Taemin never blamed Minho, he couldn't. He knew that the brunette just didn't know his own strength most of the time. He also knew that Minho had a bad temper, but he would never hurt Taemin intentionally, he just couldn't.
Minho’s breathing spiked and he groaned low in his throat, clutching his right hand in his left and sinking to his knees in pain. The younger male clicked his tongue and walked over to the brunette, crouching down and taking his injured hand in his own, inspecting the now swollen knuckles and thinking that the bruises would be such vivid shades of purple and blue in a couple of hours that it would be beautiful, in a morbid sort of way.
Minho snatched his hand back from the now bewildered-looking redhead and stood back up, cracking his knuckles and wincing slightly when pain shot up his hand and arm. Taemin pursed his lips angrily and came to his feet, coming face-to-face with the older man and seizing his hand back, giving him a stern look and pulling him through to the kitchen and thrusting him down onto one of the chairs at the table, before walking over to the freezer and popping a couple of ice cubes from the tray. He wrapped them up in a cloth and sat down on the chair next to his partner, taking his wounded hand and pressing the make-shift ice pack to his knuckles, tutting quietly and keeping a firm grip when the brunette tried to pull his hand away from the icy cloth.
“You’re an idiot, did you know that? A huge fucking idiot and a huge fucking jerk, that’s what you are, Choi Minho, I swear.” Taemin muttered to himself, pressing the ice pack onto Minho’s hand a little too hard.
Minho chuckled lowly in his throat and smirked at the younger male, moving his face next to his ear and muttering: “Is that all you've got to say? Really, Taemin, and here’s me thinking that you were bitch of the century and had the best one-liners ever. Is that all you can call me? A ‘jerk’? Fuck me, Tae.”
Taemin threw Minho’s hand back at his chest and stood up quickly, his chair flying across the kitchen with a loud screeching sound. He looked down at the older male, grabbing a fistful of his hair and dragging his head back so that he was looking up at him, pulling what he hoped was an intimidating face.
“You know what? Fuck this. Fuck everything. I was trying to be nice, trying to get this argument over and done with so we could go back to normal like we usually do, but no, you have to go and be a giant, gaping fucking asshole and act like you’re the cock of this fucking town. Well guess what, huh? You’re not; you’re just a stupid fucking kid from Incheon that’s got daddy issues. Fuck yourself, Minho. I’m done.” He spat, throwing Minho’s head away from him forcefully.
He made to walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs again when Minho grabbed his wrist - even harder this time - and spun him around, slamming him up against the wall so forcibly that it knocked the breath straight from the younger male’s lungs.
“No, fuck you, Taemin. You little shit. You think that just because your mommy’s dead it means that you get to play the fucking sympathy card and it gives you the right to act so high and fucking mighty? I don’t think so; you need to learn your fucking place around here, boy.” He hissed, before pressing his mouth roughly to the redhead’s, not giving him a chance to retaliate, wrapping his right hand around his neck tightly.
Taemin yelped behind the kiss and tried to push the taller man away, feeling like he was drowning and like his lungs were on fire with not being able to breathe properly. He kicked and struggled and tried to get free from the brunette’s grasp but he just wasn't strong enough, wiggling his arms uselessly were Minho had them pinned above his head with his left hand.
His head felt heavy and his vision swam as he willed himself not to pass out, not wanting to show Minho just how weak he really was. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, his eyes fluttered shut and he felt Minho move away from him quickly, like he had been burned. He slid down the wall and lolled to the side, trying to regain awareness of his surroundings and willing his vision to come back to him so he could run away and tell someone that his boyfriend had just tried to strangle him and-
He felt Minho pick him up and sling him over his shoulder roughly, stalking through the living room and making his way up the stairs. Minho kicked open their bedroom door forcibly and threw Taemin down onto the bed, moving over him predatorily and coming face-to-face with him, his face twisted in a horrible smile that left Taemin paralyzed; in all of his years of knowing the older man he had never before seen that expression on his face. Taemin hoped it was the first, and the last; he currently feared for his life and he never wanted to see it again.
“Ooh, look at you now. Don’t you have anything to say? Or are you just going to lie there like the slut you are, begging for it?” Minho smirked, running his hands through the redhead’s hair roughly and pulling it at the ends, which earned him a whine from the back of Taemin’s throat. His smirk widened.
“W-what are you doing?! Get off me!” Taemin gasped, trying with all of his might to pull out of the brunette’s grasp on him.
Minho dragged the younger man up by his shoulders and kissed him harshly; stripping him of his shirt and latching onto his neck, sucking large red marks into the skin that he knew would stay there for days. He pushed the smaller male back down onto the bed and crawled over him, attaching their lips again and palming his flaccid length that was concealed by his cargo shorts.
“What’s the matter, baby? Can’t get it up?” Minho snarled, biting and sucking at his neck again, earning him whimpers from the man below him.
Taemin felt like a puppet; a ragdoll; he had no control over his limbs or his mind and somewhere in the back of his consciousness, he knew that he was going to die tonight, die by the hands of the man he loved dearly and never thought would treat him like this in a million years. Taemin had never known the older man to be violent in any way, even after all of the times that they had argued. And today was the day that Minho had finally snapped. It was long overdue, the smaller male thought.
Where did they go wrong? It was beautiful at the start, magical, even, but somehow, Taemin couldn't remember how it all went downhill, what happened to make them both like this. It was like they just transitioned from being this amazing couple to a nightmare that only got by on arguments and shitty make-up sex overnight.
Where was the loving, caring couple who went on picnics and took trips to the zoo and cuddled up on the couch together to watch movies every Saturday night? Where was the couple who would wake each other with feather light touches and kisses and would make love to each other in the light of a new day?
Taemin didn't know, but he missed it terribly. He missed being able to talk to Minho about nothing at all but somehow the conversation would still be interesting, he missed being able to collapse on the couch after a hard day of work at the studio, and having the older male cuddle up next to him on the couch and give him foot rubs and bring him a nice, hot steaming cup of tea, just the way he liked it.
They didn't talk to each other anymore, and even when they did, they argued. Every day was the same: go to work, come home, argue, make up, fuck each other into the mattress, go to sleep. Rinse and repeat. It never changed, and always stayed the same, without fail.
Taemin looked up at the older male with fear in his eyes, silently begging him to stop this, to think about what he was doing because you’re going to regret this God damn it Minho please stop it! Minho kept up that terrifying face for another fraction of a moment, before he seemed to snap out of it and his eyes widened. He crawled backwards away from Taemin and sat on his knees at the end of the bed, he clapped his hands over his mouth and his wide eyes glistened with tears, unfocusing and staring at a random spot on the bed.
The younger man - having regained the feeling back in his body and now being able to move of his own free will - sat up and rubbed his face, peering over his fingers at his boyfriend who was on the verge of a breakdown. He sighed gently and crawled over to the brunette, taking his hands away from his mouth and stroking them lovingly, trying to calm him down. Minho tried to pull his hands away but the redhead kept a firm grip.
“Get off me!” Minho cried, his eyes now freely flowing with tears. “Don’t touch me!”
Taemin smiled faintly and brought one of his hands up to rest in Minho’s long, thick hair, stroking it and running his fingers through it. He knew that always calmed the older man down when he was upset, he just hoped that it would work in a situation like this when he was nearly hysterical.
“Calm down, baby. It’s going to be alright, I promise.” The redhead whispered gently, wishing the older man would calm down so they could sort this whole mess out instead of it getting worse.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I’m the one who should be looking after you, comforting you!” Minho shouted, tears pouring down his face and pounding his fist on his knee.
“Minho, calm do-”
“Fucking stop it, Taemin! I’m not a fucking child who needs to be looked after!” The taller man snapped, throwing himself off of the bed and pacing around the room like a trapped animal, before pointing an accusing finger at the younger man. “Look at what I've done to your neck!”
Taemin defensively brought his hand up to wrap around his neck so that Minho couldn't see, but the older man snarled and wrenched his hand away, gasping when he saw the angry red and purple marks and fingerprints that littered it.
“Look at it! Jesus fucking Christ what have I done? I hurt you, something I promised that I wouldn't do!” He cried, balling his hands into fists.
“Minho, it’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not okay! I forced myself on you, I nearly raped you!” He yelped and turned away, burying his face in his hands and screaming until his throat was raw and he thought he was going to pass out.
The redhead stared at Minho’s back with a miserable expression, wanting nothing more than to gather the older man up in his arms and kiss and hug him until everything was better. Until they were better. Until they could go a day without screaming at each other and wanting to tear their own hair out or kill the other just so the shouting would stop.
Taemin didn't think he could take much more of this. He was sick of the fighting and the shouting and all he wanted was his Minho back, the Minho who loved him and cared for him and was the sweetest most amazing boyfriend in the world. He would do anything to have that Minho back, he would give anything, even if it meant selling his own soul, he would do it, because he loved that Minho more than anything.
“Minho, let’s stop this. I can’t do it anymore.” Taemin said quietly, staring at his hands and wringing them in his lap anxiously.
Minho spun around and looked at the younger man with wide eyes.
“What?” He asked breathlessly.
“I can’t do this anymore!” The younger man finally broke down, tears flowing down his cheeks and landing on his lap. “I’m sick of everything that we are and I just want to go back to the way we used to be! I have never felt more alone in my whole fucking life and I just want my boyfriend back!” He sobbed, hiding his face in his hands and convulsing violently.
Minho choked and ran forward, crawling onto the bed and taking Taemin’s trembling form into his arms, stroking the back of his neck and littering his face and head in soft kisses.
“I’m sorry baby, oh God I’m so sorry.” Minho wept, holding the smaller man close to him and burying his face into his neck, crying deeply.
They sat there for what felt like hours, sobbing into each other’s bodies and murmuring quiet apologies, promising each other that they would change and go back to the way they used to be. When they had settled down some, they looked at each other and smiled; unsaid feelings and pacts passing between them silently.
Minho reached forward and cupped his hand around the back of Taemin’s neck, bringing him towards him and kissing him tenderly. Their lips melded around each other’s perfectly, one set moving against the other almost erotically, sending tingles and electric shocks up Taemin’s spine and pulling a loud moan from his throat. Minho moaned in retaliation, heat pooling in his stomach and feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the noises that the younger male was making. He hadn't felt this hot in so long that he almost couldn't remember what it felt like.
The brunette pushed the smaller man back onto the bed, crawling over him slowly and re-attaching their lips once again. He pulled back and moved down, biting and licking and sucking at Taemin’s neck, pulling gasps and moans from the younger man’s throat, feeling his pants tighten even more at the delicious sounds that he hadn't heard in only God knows how long.
Taemin buried his hands in Minho’s unruly hair and tugged, making Minho moan low in his throat in response. Oh God did he love getting his hair pulled. He moved away from his neck and pressed his lips back against the redhead’s, shoving his tongue into his mouth and groaning deeply as their tongues battled against each other, loving the feeling of the tingles shooting straight to his dick and making it harden even more.
“Oh God, Minho. Fuck me, please fuck me.” Taemin gasped, grinding his hips up into Minho’s, making the older man hiss and shoot up off the bed, pulling his own clothes off roughly before tugging Taemin’s shorts down, his rock-hard cock springing free from its confines and making the redhead whimper.
Minho licked his lips at the sight before him; the sight of the younger male lay spread out in front of him, his face and body flushed, looking all wanton and needy and it took Minho every inch of his self-restraint to not just thrust into Taemin’s willing body, feeling that tight, wet heat surrounding his throbbing dick.
He moaned and crawled back over his boyfriend, kissing him deeply, before he instructed him to get on his hands and knees. Taemin complied quickly, wiggling his ass in front on Minho’s face teasingly. Minho smirked and parted Taemin’s ass cheeks before licking his lips and thrusting his tongue deep into Taemin’s hot, wet confines.
Taemin shouted out and bowed his head, grasping the bedsheets in his hands and twisting them roughly, feeling like his dick was going to explode with how badly he wanted to come at the feeling of Minho plunging his tongue into him over and over again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Taemin whispered, reaching down to stroke his neglected cock, beads of pre-come slowly dripping down the head.
Minho swatted his hand away and carried on rimming the redhead, the latter whining loudly and fisting his hands back into the bedsheets, shuddering violently with how much he willed himself not to come. The brunette pulled away suddenly and flipped Taemin over, straddling his chest and shoving his dick in his face. Taemin got the idea pretty quickly and opened his willing mouth, taking in Minho’s huge length and sucking like his life depended on it.
Minho threw his head back and moaned noisily, forcing himself to not just thrust into Taemin’s mouth and choke him but God damn it did Taemin know how to suck cock. The redhead pulled back and grasped the shaft in his hand, licking the head softly and curling his tongue around it, making Minho gasp loudly.
Taemin took a deep breath before taking the whole thing into his mouth, feeling the head push at the back of his throat and pre-come sliding down his oesophagus. He moaned deeply around it, sending vibrations through to the older man and making him gasp and whine, thrusting his lips shallowly into Taemin’s eager mouth. Thank God the younger had literally no gag reflex, he thought with a smirk.
He felt the familiar heat in his stomach, knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer. He pulled away from the redhead - who whined in disappointment - before reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a small bottle of lube. He coated his fingers with it generously and shoved one into Taemin’s quivering body, the latter gasping ‘more, more’. Minho shoved another two fingers in and scissored him, pressing against that spot that made the redhead jolt forward with surprise and shout out.
The brunette pulled his fingers out and quickly coated his dick in the lubrication, gasping at the cold feeling. He held his dick at the base and slowly pushed it into Taemin’s welcoming hole, moaning deeply with the tight and hot feeling that surrounded his pulsating length.
“Fuck me, oh God fuck me, fuck me!” Taemin wailed, wrapping his legs around Minho’s waist and pulling him closer so that he was seated balls-deep in him.
Minho willingly complied, thrusting into him deeply and pulling screams from the younger’s throat, who had wrapped their arms around Minho’s neck and was biting and sucking at it, marking him as his and his only. Minho groaned deeply and pistoned his hips faster, wanting nothing more than to come deep inside the willing body in front of him and to hear Taemin scream his name.
“Say my name, say my name.” Minho moaned; sweat dripping down his face and onto the body below him, angling his hips in a different direction that he knew would make the redhead squeal.
“Minho, oh fuck, Minho! Right fucking there!” Taemin screamed, thrusting his hips up to meet with Minho’s and dry sobbing with the immense pleasure that was coursing through his body.
Minho knew he couldn't hold on much longer, feeling that familiar heat coil in the pit of his stomach, making his hips thrust faster and his mouth fall open.
“I’m gonna come, oh baby I’m gonna come!” Minho moaned, grasping Taemin’s ignored cock and pumping it in time with his thrusts. “Come with me, baby!”
Taemin threw his head back into the pillow and screeched, screwing his eyes up and mouth hanging open with the white hot pleasure shooting through his body. Strings of hot, white come roped across Minho’s hand and his stomach, cooling rapidly against his sweaty body. Minho moaned loudly and his hips stilled, shooting deep inside his lover and collapsing on top of him, sticking to Taemin’s body with the various fluids that adorned them.
“Oh my God,” Taemin gasped, brushing his hair out of his face and letting his arm drop back down to his side, feeling completely boneless. “That was amazing, oh my God.”
Minho chuckled and moved off of his boyfriend, gathering him in his arms and letting the younger cuddle into his chest.
“I love you, baby. I hope you realise that. I’m sorry I’m such a terrible boyfriend. And I’m sorry for calling you a slut.” Minho murmured, kissing the redhead’s sweaty forehead lovingly.
“I love you too, and you are not terrible! If anything I was just as bad. But we’re not going to fight any more, are we? And it’s okay, I am a slut; I’m your slut.” Taemin smiled, snuggling into Minho’s neck and kissing it softly.
Minho giggled at the feather light kisses at his neck and nodded his head, feeling his eyes fall shut and letting sleep overcome him, with Taemin following him into dreamland straight after.
Sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the blinds and, typically, glaring straight into Minho’s eyes. He awoke, blinking and looking at his surroundings blurrily, feeling something soft and feathery tickling at his chin. He peered down and saw the content sleeping face of his boyfriend, his long, dark lashes fanned out across his cheeks, his mouth parted slightly, soft snores emitting from it.
He smiled wide, closing his eyes again and kissing his sleeping lover on the head. Adjusting his arms and cuddling closer to him, sighing happily. It was then at that moment that Taemin decided to wake up, blinking and trying to adjust to the sunlight.
“Minho? Are you still there?” He yawned, wrapping his arm around the brunette’s waist and cuddling deeper into his chest.
“I’m here, baby. Don’t worry. I could never leave you.” Minho smiled, kissing his lover atop his head again.
Taemin grinned and giggled, lifting his head up to kiss the older man.
“Good, because I wouldn't let you leave me anyway. You’re stuck with me forever, you know.” He said as he pulled away.
“I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way.” The brunette smiled, pulling his lover closer and merging their bodies, feeling the happiest that he had been in a very long time.
And he knew, deep inside his heart, that this time it would surely last.
warnings: angst, violence, kind of dub-con for a second if you tilt your head and squint.
there isn't a day where they aren't fighting or screaming or shouting at each other in some way, but it all had to come to a head in some way or another.
The sounds of porcelain smashing and screaming voices were the only things that could be heard in the small house in a far corner of Seoul, tucked away from the bright city lights and enveloped in darkness, save from the kitchen light that looked far too bright, its glow glaring across the street.
Plates and knives and forks and anything else that the small sobbing redhead could get his hands on were hurled across the kitchen, targeting them at a taller man that was calling him a psychopath and screaming at him to stop before he hurt himself. Not listening to him, as usual, the younger man continued to cry inconsolably and shriek at the older man to get out; the latter not moving an inch from across the kitchen table, which was the only thing that was protecting him from getting his eyes clawed out by the smaller man.
“Taemin! Stop this right fucking now! I swear I will call the fucking police if this carries on! Get a hold of yourself; you’re going to make yourself sick!” The older man shouted, pounding his fist against the table, his face red with rage and, at that moment, he felt nothing but utter contempt for the younger male.
“Get the fuck out of my home, Minho! I don’t want to see your dirty fucking face anymore! Get out! Get out now otherwise I’ll call the fucking police and tell them you’re trespassing!” Taemin spat back at the taller man, big, fat, salty tears pouring down his face in a continuous stream.
“Your home? Last time I fucking checked this was our home, the one we fucking saved up for and bought together!” Minho raged, leaning back against one of the counters and crossing his arms over his chest, his face like thunder.
Taemin faltered for a moment before he rolled his eyes and spat a venomous ‘whatever’ back at his soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, stalking into the living room and attempting to climb the stairs, before Minho ran after him and caught his wrist, the younger looking back at him with such hate in his eyes that Minho would have been scared if he was a lesser man, which he certainly wasn't, and would never be.
“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished here.” The older male hissed, tightening his grip on the skinny wrist and trying to pull it back down the stairs.
“I’m going to pack my things, because seeing as you won’t leave, then I will.” Taemin said vehemently, first trying to trying to tug his wrist from Minho’s grasp, and seeing that the taller man wouldn't let go, trying to pry it out of his clutch with his other hand, whimpering and acting like an animal caught in a trap.
“No, you’re not leaving. Because I swear, Taemin, if you walk out of that fucking door then it’s over. It’s really over. I’m fed up of all this fucking shit all the time!” Minho snapped, letting go of the redhead’s wrist and turning around to face the opposite wall, driving his fist into it with such force that Taemin could of sworn that he felt the house shake.
Taemin curled his lips up into a snarl and rotated his wrist around, trying to get back feeling in it, the red marks around it being a tell-tale sign that it was going to bruise. Again. Taemin knew, because this wouldn't have been the first time that the older man had done this to him; pushed him a little too hard, held him a little too tight. Taemin never blamed Minho, he couldn't. He knew that the brunette just didn't know his own strength most of the time. He also knew that Minho had a bad temper, but he would never hurt Taemin intentionally, he just couldn't.
Minho’s breathing spiked and he groaned low in his throat, clutching his right hand in his left and sinking to his knees in pain. The younger male clicked his tongue and walked over to the brunette, crouching down and taking his injured hand in his own, inspecting the now swollen knuckles and thinking that the bruises would be such vivid shades of purple and blue in a couple of hours that it would be beautiful, in a morbid sort of way.
Minho snatched his hand back from the now bewildered-looking redhead and stood back up, cracking his knuckles and wincing slightly when pain shot up his hand and arm. Taemin pursed his lips angrily and came to his feet, coming face-to-face with the older man and seizing his hand back, giving him a stern look and pulling him through to the kitchen and thrusting him down onto one of the chairs at the table, before walking over to the freezer and popping a couple of ice cubes from the tray. He wrapped them up in a cloth and sat down on the chair next to his partner, taking his wounded hand and pressing the make-shift ice pack to his knuckles, tutting quietly and keeping a firm grip when the brunette tried to pull his hand away from the icy cloth.
“You’re an idiot, did you know that? A huge fucking idiot and a huge fucking jerk, that’s what you are, Choi Minho, I swear.” Taemin muttered to himself, pressing the ice pack onto Minho’s hand a little too hard.
Minho chuckled lowly in his throat and smirked at the younger male, moving his face next to his ear and muttering: “Is that all you've got to say? Really, Taemin, and here’s me thinking that you were bitch of the century and had the best one-liners ever. Is that all you can call me? A ‘jerk’? Fuck me, Tae.”
Taemin threw Minho’s hand back at his chest and stood up quickly, his chair flying across the kitchen with a loud screeching sound. He looked down at the older male, grabbing a fistful of his hair and dragging his head back so that he was looking up at him, pulling what he hoped was an intimidating face.
“You know what? Fuck this. Fuck everything. I was trying to be nice, trying to get this argument over and done with so we could go back to normal like we usually do, but no, you have to go and be a giant, gaping fucking asshole and act like you’re the cock of this fucking town. Well guess what, huh? You’re not; you’re just a stupid fucking kid from Incheon that’s got daddy issues. Fuck yourself, Minho. I’m done.” He spat, throwing Minho’s head away from him forcefully.
He made to walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs again when Minho grabbed his wrist - even harder this time - and spun him around, slamming him up against the wall so forcibly that it knocked the breath straight from the younger male’s lungs.
“No, fuck you, Taemin. You little shit. You think that just because your mommy’s dead it means that you get to play the fucking sympathy card and it gives you the right to act so high and fucking mighty? I don’t think so; you need to learn your fucking place around here, boy.” He hissed, before pressing his mouth roughly to the redhead’s, not giving him a chance to retaliate, wrapping his right hand around his neck tightly.
Taemin yelped behind the kiss and tried to push the taller man away, feeling like he was drowning and like his lungs were on fire with not being able to breathe properly. He kicked and struggled and tried to get free from the brunette’s grasp but he just wasn't strong enough, wiggling his arms uselessly were Minho had them pinned above his head with his left hand.
His head felt heavy and his vision swam as he willed himself not to pass out, not wanting to show Minho just how weak he really was. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, his eyes fluttered shut and he felt Minho move away from him quickly, like he had been burned. He slid down the wall and lolled to the side, trying to regain awareness of his surroundings and willing his vision to come back to him so he could run away and tell someone that his boyfriend had just tried to strangle him and-
He felt Minho pick him up and sling him over his shoulder roughly, stalking through the living room and making his way up the stairs. Minho kicked open their bedroom door forcibly and threw Taemin down onto the bed, moving over him predatorily and coming face-to-face with him, his face twisted in a horrible smile that left Taemin paralyzed; in all of his years of knowing the older man he had never before seen that expression on his face. Taemin hoped it was the first, and the last; he currently feared for his life and he never wanted to see it again.
“Ooh, look at you now. Don’t you have anything to say? Or are you just going to lie there like the slut you are, begging for it?” Minho smirked, running his hands through the redhead’s hair roughly and pulling it at the ends, which earned him a whine from the back of Taemin’s throat. His smirk widened.
“W-what are you doing?! Get off me!” Taemin gasped, trying with all of his might to pull out of the brunette’s grasp on him.
Minho dragged the younger man up by his shoulders and kissed him harshly; stripping him of his shirt and latching onto his neck, sucking large red marks into the skin that he knew would stay there for days. He pushed the smaller male back down onto the bed and crawled over him, attaching their lips again and palming his flaccid length that was concealed by his cargo shorts.
“What’s the matter, baby? Can’t get it up?” Minho snarled, biting and sucking at his neck again, earning him whimpers from the man below him.
Taemin felt like a puppet; a ragdoll; he had no control over his limbs or his mind and somewhere in the back of his consciousness, he knew that he was going to die tonight, die by the hands of the man he loved dearly and never thought would treat him like this in a million years. Taemin had never known the older man to be violent in any way, even after all of the times that they had argued. And today was the day that Minho had finally snapped. It was long overdue, the smaller male thought.
Where did they go wrong? It was beautiful at the start, magical, even, but somehow, Taemin couldn't remember how it all went downhill, what happened to make them both like this. It was like they just transitioned from being this amazing couple to a nightmare that only got by on arguments and shitty make-up sex overnight.
Where was the loving, caring couple who went on picnics and took trips to the zoo and cuddled up on the couch together to watch movies every Saturday night? Where was the couple who would wake each other with feather light touches and kisses and would make love to each other in the light of a new day?
Taemin didn't know, but he missed it terribly. He missed being able to talk to Minho about nothing at all but somehow the conversation would still be interesting, he missed being able to collapse on the couch after a hard day of work at the studio, and having the older male cuddle up next to him on the couch and give him foot rubs and bring him a nice, hot steaming cup of tea, just the way he liked it.
They didn't talk to each other anymore, and even when they did, they argued. Every day was the same: go to work, come home, argue, make up, fuck each other into the mattress, go to sleep. Rinse and repeat. It never changed, and always stayed the same, without fail.
Taemin looked up at the older male with fear in his eyes, silently begging him to stop this, to think about what he was doing because you’re going to regret this God damn it Minho please stop it! Minho kept up that terrifying face for another fraction of a moment, before he seemed to snap out of it and his eyes widened. He crawled backwards away from Taemin and sat on his knees at the end of the bed, he clapped his hands over his mouth and his wide eyes glistened with tears, unfocusing and staring at a random spot on the bed.
The younger man - having regained the feeling back in his body and now being able to move of his own free will - sat up and rubbed his face, peering over his fingers at his boyfriend who was on the verge of a breakdown. He sighed gently and crawled over to the brunette, taking his hands away from his mouth and stroking them lovingly, trying to calm him down. Minho tried to pull his hands away but the redhead kept a firm grip.
“Get off me!” Minho cried, his eyes now freely flowing with tears. “Don’t touch me!”
Taemin smiled faintly and brought one of his hands up to rest in Minho’s long, thick hair, stroking it and running his fingers through it. He knew that always calmed the older man down when he was upset, he just hoped that it would work in a situation like this when he was nearly hysterical.
“Calm down, baby. It’s going to be alright, I promise.” The redhead whispered gently, wishing the older man would calm down so they could sort this whole mess out instead of it getting worse.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I’m the one who should be looking after you, comforting you!” Minho shouted, tears pouring down his face and pounding his fist on his knee.
“Minho, calm do-”
“Fucking stop it, Taemin! I’m not a fucking child who needs to be looked after!” The taller man snapped, throwing himself off of the bed and pacing around the room like a trapped animal, before pointing an accusing finger at the younger man. “Look at what I've done to your neck!”
Taemin defensively brought his hand up to wrap around his neck so that Minho couldn't see, but the older man snarled and wrenched his hand away, gasping when he saw the angry red and purple marks and fingerprints that littered it.
“Look at it! Jesus fucking Christ what have I done? I hurt you, something I promised that I wouldn't do!” He cried, balling his hands into fists.
“Minho, it’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not okay! I forced myself on you, I nearly raped you!” He yelped and turned away, burying his face in his hands and screaming until his throat was raw and he thought he was going to pass out.
The redhead stared at Minho’s back with a miserable expression, wanting nothing more than to gather the older man up in his arms and kiss and hug him until everything was better. Until they were better. Until they could go a day without screaming at each other and wanting to tear their own hair out or kill the other just so the shouting would stop.
Taemin didn't think he could take much more of this. He was sick of the fighting and the shouting and all he wanted was his Minho back, the Minho who loved him and cared for him and was the sweetest most amazing boyfriend in the world. He would do anything to have that Minho back, he would give anything, even if it meant selling his own soul, he would do it, because he loved that Minho more than anything.
“Minho, let’s stop this. I can’t do it anymore.” Taemin said quietly, staring at his hands and wringing them in his lap anxiously.
Minho spun around and looked at the younger man with wide eyes.
“What?” He asked breathlessly.
“I can’t do this anymore!” The younger man finally broke down, tears flowing down his cheeks and landing on his lap. “I’m sick of everything that we are and I just want to go back to the way we used to be! I have never felt more alone in my whole fucking life and I just want my boyfriend back!” He sobbed, hiding his face in his hands and convulsing violently.
Minho choked and ran forward, crawling onto the bed and taking Taemin’s trembling form into his arms, stroking the back of his neck and littering his face and head in soft kisses.
“I’m sorry baby, oh God I’m so sorry.” Minho wept, holding the smaller man close to him and burying his face into his neck, crying deeply.
They sat there for what felt like hours, sobbing into each other’s bodies and murmuring quiet apologies, promising each other that they would change and go back to the way they used to be. When they had settled down some, they looked at each other and smiled; unsaid feelings and pacts passing between them silently.
Minho reached forward and cupped his hand around the back of Taemin’s neck, bringing him towards him and kissing him tenderly. Their lips melded around each other’s perfectly, one set moving against the other almost erotically, sending tingles and electric shocks up Taemin’s spine and pulling a loud moan from his throat. Minho moaned in retaliation, heat pooling in his stomach and feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the noises that the younger male was making. He hadn't felt this hot in so long that he almost couldn't remember what it felt like.
The brunette pushed the smaller man back onto the bed, crawling over him slowly and re-attaching their lips once again. He pulled back and moved down, biting and licking and sucking at Taemin’s neck, pulling gasps and moans from the younger man’s throat, feeling his pants tighten even more at the delicious sounds that he hadn't heard in only God knows how long.
Taemin buried his hands in Minho’s unruly hair and tugged, making Minho moan low in his throat in response. Oh God did he love getting his hair pulled. He moved away from his neck and pressed his lips back against the redhead’s, shoving his tongue into his mouth and groaning deeply as their tongues battled against each other, loving the feeling of the tingles shooting straight to his dick and making it harden even more.
“Oh God, Minho. Fuck me, please fuck me.” Taemin gasped, grinding his hips up into Minho’s, making the older man hiss and shoot up off the bed, pulling his own clothes off roughly before tugging Taemin’s shorts down, his rock-hard cock springing free from its confines and making the redhead whimper.
Minho licked his lips at the sight before him; the sight of the younger male lay spread out in front of him, his face and body flushed, looking all wanton and needy and it took Minho every inch of his self-restraint to not just thrust into Taemin’s willing body, feeling that tight, wet heat surrounding his throbbing dick.
He moaned and crawled back over his boyfriend, kissing him deeply, before he instructed him to get on his hands and knees. Taemin complied quickly, wiggling his ass in front on Minho’s face teasingly. Minho smirked and parted Taemin’s ass cheeks before licking his lips and thrusting his tongue deep into Taemin’s hot, wet confines.
Taemin shouted out and bowed his head, grasping the bedsheets in his hands and twisting them roughly, feeling like his dick was going to explode with how badly he wanted to come at the feeling of Minho plunging his tongue into him over and over again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Taemin whispered, reaching down to stroke his neglected cock, beads of pre-come slowly dripping down the head.
Minho swatted his hand away and carried on rimming the redhead, the latter whining loudly and fisting his hands back into the bedsheets, shuddering violently with how much he willed himself not to come. The brunette pulled away suddenly and flipped Taemin over, straddling his chest and shoving his dick in his face. Taemin got the idea pretty quickly and opened his willing mouth, taking in Minho’s huge length and sucking like his life depended on it.
Minho threw his head back and moaned noisily, forcing himself to not just thrust into Taemin’s mouth and choke him but God damn it did Taemin know how to suck cock. The redhead pulled back and grasped the shaft in his hand, licking the head softly and curling his tongue around it, making Minho gasp loudly.
Taemin took a deep breath before taking the whole thing into his mouth, feeling the head push at the back of his throat and pre-come sliding down his oesophagus. He moaned deeply around it, sending vibrations through to the older man and making him gasp and whine, thrusting his lips shallowly into Taemin’s eager mouth. Thank God the younger had literally no gag reflex, he thought with a smirk.
He felt the familiar heat in his stomach, knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer. He pulled away from the redhead - who whined in disappointment - before reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a small bottle of lube. He coated his fingers with it generously and shoved one into Taemin’s quivering body, the latter gasping ‘more, more’. Minho shoved another two fingers in and scissored him, pressing against that spot that made the redhead jolt forward with surprise and shout out.
The brunette pulled his fingers out and quickly coated his dick in the lubrication, gasping at the cold feeling. He held his dick at the base and slowly pushed it into Taemin’s welcoming hole, moaning deeply with the tight and hot feeling that surrounded his pulsating length.
“Fuck me, oh God fuck me, fuck me!” Taemin wailed, wrapping his legs around Minho’s waist and pulling him closer so that he was seated balls-deep in him.
Minho willingly complied, thrusting into him deeply and pulling screams from the younger’s throat, who had wrapped their arms around Minho’s neck and was biting and sucking at it, marking him as his and his only. Minho groaned deeply and pistoned his hips faster, wanting nothing more than to come deep inside the willing body in front of him and to hear Taemin scream his name.
“Say my name, say my name.” Minho moaned; sweat dripping down his face and onto the body below him, angling his hips in a different direction that he knew would make the redhead squeal.
“Minho, oh fuck, Minho! Right fucking there!” Taemin screamed, thrusting his hips up to meet with Minho’s and dry sobbing with the immense pleasure that was coursing through his body.
Minho knew he couldn't hold on much longer, feeling that familiar heat coil in the pit of his stomach, making his hips thrust faster and his mouth fall open.
“I’m gonna come, oh baby I’m gonna come!” Minho moaned, grasping Taemin’s ignored cock and pumping it in time with his thrusts. “Come with me, baby!”
Taemin threw his head back into the pillow and screeched, screwing his eyes up and mouth hanging open with the white hot pleasure shooting through his body. Strings of hot, white come roped across Minho’s hand and his stomach, cooling rapidly against his sweaty body. Minho moaned loudly and his hips stilled, shooting deep inside his lover and collapsing on top of him, sticking to Taemin’s body with the various fluids that adorned them.
“Oh my God,” Taemin gasped, brushing his hair out of his face and letting his arm drop back down to his side, feeling completely boneless. “That was amazing, oh my God.”
Minho chuckled and moved off of his boyfriend, gathering him in his arms and letting the younger cuddle into his chest.
“I love you, baby. I hope you realise that. I’m sorry I’m such a terrible boyfriend. And I’m sorry for calling you a slut.” Minho murmured, kissing the redhead’s sweaty forehead lovingly.
“I love you too, and you are not terrible! If anything I was just as bad. But we’re not going to fight any more, are we? And it’s okay, I am a slut; I’m your slut.” Taemin smiled, snuggling into Minho’s neck and kissing it softly.
Minho giggled at the feather light kisses at his neck and nodded his head, feeling his eyes fall shut and letting sleep overcome him, with Taemin following him into dreamland straight after.
Sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the blinds and, typically, glaring straight into Minho’s eyes. He awoke, blinking and looking at his surroundings blurrily, feeling something soft and feathery tickling at his chin. He peered down and saw the content sleeping face of his boyfriend, his long, dark lashes fanned out across his cheeks, his mouth parted slightly, soft snores emitting from it.
He smiled wide, closing his eyes again and kissing his sleeping lover on the head. Adjusting his arms and cuddling closer to him, sighing happily. It was then at that moment that Taemin decided to wake up, blinking and trying to adjust to the sunlight.
“Minho? Are you still there?” He yawned, wrapping his arm around the brunette’s waist and cuddling deeper into his chest.
“I’m here, baby. Don’t worry. I could never leave you.” Minho smiled, kissing his lover atop his head again.
Taemin grinned and giggled, lifting his head up to kiss the older man.
“Good, because I wouldn't let you leave me anyway. You’re stuck with me forever, you know.” He said as he pulled away.
“I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way.” The brunette smiled, pulling his lover closer and merging their bodies, feeling the happiest that he had been in a very long time.
And he knew, deep inside his heart, that this time it would surely last.