Knows Better than You
Title: Knows Better than You
Pairing: 2min
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 4.900
What really made him angry was the fact that Taemin loved him back.
Minho was angry with Taemin.
Actually he was fed up of the younger boy. He just wanted to punch something really hard, he wanted to scream to the sky about how angry he was.
And Minho was angry because they would kiss. They would kiss passionately just to, one hour latter everything get back to normal. They would watch a film while cuddling in the sofa and Minho would pat Taemin’s soft hair while the boy felt asleep in his arms. But when he wake up, he just goes to the kitchen grab something to eat, leaving Minho on the sofa, alone.
They would make out. While they were alone in the tiny apartment or when they stayed up until late studying. They would kiss and Minho would feel Taemin’s body, he would take their shirts off and brush his hand on the pale skin. But when things start to heat up, Taemin would step back, grab his shirt and walk away, leaving Minho there, uncomfortable without knowing what just happened.
But Minho gets even angrier when the three of them would take a walk to ice cream and Taemin would always ask him for a bite of his desert, not to Jonghyun, no matter what flavor they chose. And he noticed how the boy smiled sweetly for both of them, but had something more on his eyes when it was especially for Minho.
And he loved Taemin. He wasn’t angry with himself for that because he loved his best friend for so long that it hurt. But it was just that, pain. What really made him angry was the fact that Taemin loved him back.
He just knew it. He knew Taemin since he was a baby, their mothers were friends and Taemin was Minho’s first contact with kids of his age. They grew up together, they went to the same school, they slept in each other’s house, they were like brothers. Minho didn’t know when everything started, but somehow, while they grew up, they felt in love.
Maybe it was in fifth grade, when they had their first kiss together. Actually it was their very first kiss. One day, back then, Taemin wanted to know how kissing someone felt, and he asked Minho about that, the older boy didn’t know the answer because himself had never tried something like that… but from that day on they would share innocent kisses sometimes, because both of them decided that kissing was good.
But when they were thirteen they stopped, it happened because, someone once said that kissing your friend, that was the same gender as you, was wrong. They would just share those pecks when one of them was felling down or something bad had happened.
Or maybe they felt in love some time before or after fifth grade, Minho didn’t know and didn’t really care either. They just grew closer and closer as the years passed by. But only when both of then entered in university together and started renting an apartment with their new found friend Jonghyun, was the time that they kissed again. And that time was a real kiss.
It happened when Minho received the letter telling that his dad had passed away. That night they slept in the same bed, as Taemin held Minho while the older boy stood there silently.
And remembering it all just brought Minho’s mind back to what was really making him want to punch that wall really hard.
One day Taemin just appeared in their living room with a girl. His new found girlfriend.
They never really talked about girls, or relationships. They had crushes maybe, and they felt horny sometimes, but the topic never really came to any of their conversations. They didn’t avoid it, nor were uncomfortable… it was just that it wasn’t relevant for them.
And Taemin never talked about a girl to Minho, in all those years he didn’t show interest in any of their colleges in school. So why now? Why in the world the boy had Minho in his lips in one day and in the next, he had a freaking girlfriend?
“Hey Tae, want to go check out that new ice cream shop that opened in the end of the street? We can have it for lunch” Minho smiled, he loved Sundays when Jonghyun leaved the house to have English class, in the last month he hadn’t come back home to eat, he just hanged out with his tutor. Jonghyun was Minho’s best friend, don’t get him wrong, but it was nice having the whole morning with Taemin.
“Oh, sorry hyung, I’m going out today” Minho couldn’t help but feel disappointed, he always waited to his Sundays with the younger boy.
“Ah… Ok Tae, you are having an outing with Kai? Don’t get home too late” The taller boy faked his disappointment with a sweet smile. He had to remember that Taemin had other friends besides himself.
“No hyung. Actually I’m going out with my girlfriend.” His voice was lower them usual and he faced the ground, but Minho was too shocked to notice anything.
“What?” He had to be kidding him right? Never the fact that Taemin could have a girlfriend passed Minho’s mind. Taemin shifted in his place and looked anywhere but to his hyung’s eyes.
“Hm… Naeun you know? That girl that works in the café nearby the park” Minho scanned his mind trying to figure out if the said girl really existed or if Taemin was making something up for his joke’s sake. But, even with his heart blocking the memories, they came. The said girl always gave them smiles and extra chattily in their frappuccinos. And he noticed the flirty looks that she gave Taemin sometimes, but the smaller boy never seemed to notice them.
“Taemin what are you…” but the boy didn’t let him finish, the just murmured a ‘bye’ and ran off for his date.
And that shit have happened a week ago.
Minho tried to brush it off. He decided that Taemin wasn’t thinking straight and was just joking around a little, he would stop in two or three days. It was unlike him to worry too much about things in general, he tried to relax and let the cards fall where they may (as his mom used to say). But it was a fact that Taemin was less time home than usual, which meant that he was with that girl.
And Minho wasn’t happy with that. He was really trying to put in his mind that Taemin was… he was… he didn’t know, joking? Trying out different things? Whatever, he wasn’t in his right mind.
Because the boy still loved Minho. Even after he started dating a girl.
Minho sighed grabbing his keys in his pocket. He was content with the fact that he managed to finish his shift in his part time job earlier, and could go home. But what he didn’t expect was to see what he saw when he arrived his floor.
There he was, with her.
The couple was making out in their front door. Minho noticed how her hands were around Taemin’s neck firmly, pulling him closer as they kissed. And how he had one hand on her waist and another leaning on the door for support.
The older boy didn’t stand there to analyze the situation better, he turned around and walked away. He felt so much stuff going on on that moment, he felt really angry with himself for thinking that shit was ok when it wasn’t. He felt like crying, but he didn’t because he also felt that it wasn’t his fault. And he felt like punching Taemin hard on the face.
And that shit have happened just the day before.
Minho couldn’t manage to go back to the apartment after that. He walked around the neighborhood for a while without direction. But he ended up in front of Jinki’s house. Jinki was one of his and Taemin’s friends from when they were in middle school, and Minho knew that he could come to the older boy for support no matter what. He had always taken care of them.
So he knocked and when Jinki opened the door only to find his friend with that look on his face, he didn’t ask anything, just let the boy enter.
So Minho explained everything to Jinki, the boy already knew that his two dongsaengs loved each other even before Minho realized it himself. Jinki saw all the conflict that Minho was in and the one that Taemin didn’t show (and that not even Minho could see). And he listened, listened carefully while stroking the other boy’s hair.
Jinki listened to everything, and when the younger was done they exchanged a few words, words that Minho couldn’t figure out completely. But he tried to understand all the wisdom that his friend was showing him.
After that, Minho crashed on his friend’s sofa, he had too much to think about to go home and face Taemin (and he didn’t want to have the possibly to see his loved one with a girl). So he just sent a message to Jonghyun saying that he would be out.
And when he came back, there was no one at home. He sighed, since it was Sunday yet again Jonghyun was with his friend that was good in English. And Taemin… well, he had no idea, probably with Naeun.
After all his thinking the night before he came to the conclusion that he was angry with Taemin. And now it was for real, he wasn’t mad with himself anymore and didn’t feel like crying either. He just blamed the younger boy, and still wanted to punch him.
Maybe he was being an asshole, he thought, but he was sure that he was right in that one. He would just blame Taemin, the one that was fucking with his head anyway.
And that was when he heard the front door opening and the sound of light steps in the direction of the kitchen, where he was. Minho expected it to be Jonghyun, since it was just after lunch, when he would arrive sometimes, but it was obvious that it wasn’t him.
It was Taemin. The boy let the two supermarket bags that he had fall on the table while he greeted Minho.
“Hey Minho, where were you yesterday? You worried me” he smiled a little, but didn’t look in Minho’s eyes, his eyes on the ground, as if he was just asking for the sake of politeness.
“I was at Jinki’s” The answer was dry, with a hint of anger that the older boy couldn’t control. It was when Taemin looked up, a little taken back.
“There’s something wrong Min?” there was real concern on his voice, which made Minho almost feel bad for his behavior, but the feeling passed as quickly as it arrived. And with the anger back, he clenched his fists.
Suddenly Minho grabbed Taemin by his waist and pushed him to his embrace, forcefully kissing him. Minho’s lips started to move softly, while his hands were firmly making Taemin stay in place to prevent him from running away. But it wasn’t necessary because the boy started kissing back while his arms embraced Minho. Taemin opened his lips to let the older one explore his mouth, their tongues danced together, which made them moan silently.
The intense, rough and angry kiss only finished because they were humans who need oxygen to live. And as soon as it finished, Taemin, panting, gave a step back and was ready to leave the kitchen, but Minho grabbed his wrist.
“Tae we need to talk” he his voice a little bit lower than normal, he was still out of breath too. “About this, about us” it sounded really cheesy, and he felt that he could have said that in a better way, but at that moment the cheesy phrases worked just well.
“No, we don’t. Hyung we should just stop.” He looked away, running from Minho’s eyes. And everything suddenly seemed different, the whole atmosphere changed to something much more rough.
“Stop what? Our friendship?” the question was dead serious “Because I don’t think that it is what we have here.”
“What do you mean?” Then the boy finally looked up, with something in his eyes… he was hurt?
“Damn it Taemin!” Minho got really pissed, he was tired of all that, he was tired of felling the way he did and tired from the fact that Taemin wasn’t helping at all. “You can’t be this clueless, you know what I’m talking about!” he gowned, and suddenly, Minho noticed that his voice was sharper that it meant to be and he might have let his strong emotions come over him. Because Taemin was clearly scared now, he had taken a step back from the taller man.
“Do you like Naeun?” He breathed slowly, controlling himself. He couldn’t lose it, Taemin was making him feel frustrated but he wasn’t like that either, he was always sweet with the boy, so breath. Just breathe. He repeated to himself.
“W-What?” Taemin looked taken back by the sudden question.
“Naeun. Do you even like her?” and he had to control himself yet again. How did he turn so violent in one week?
“She’s my girlfriend” Taemin finally stated, in an as-matter-of-fact way.
“You didn’t answer” Minho rolled his eyes, the boy would keep with that ‘game’ (for the lack of a better word) or whatever was passing thought his mind.
He didn’t reply at first, he just looked to his feet and Minho noticed how the boy held his own hands firmly in his shirt, he was uncomfortable with the question. But Minho wouldn’t let he go without an answer, so he waited, leaving a silence filled with tension in the air.
“Hyung… it’s complicated” he was hesitant
“How is it? You like me don’t you?” Minho was stating a fact here too. It came out just naturally, like it was obvious.
“Wait. What?” For a second Taemin’s eyes went wide, but he covered it really quickly, looking a bit shaken still.
“Taemin, I know you. I know you better then yourself. We grew up together, I was always there, and I know that you know me quite well too. I can’t explain I just… just know it. And I see how you look at me. I see that’s different, I notice every single little action that shows it”
“No… no hyung, I can’t, it’s…” he started shaking his head, his voice was filled with… something different it was almost as if he didn’t want to say those words.
“No! I know that’s true Tae, why denying?” Minho had to raise Taemin’s head to look in his eyes “And I love you. You should know that too. We know each other for so long, and you must have noticed it. You know it’
“You… love me?” Taemin was staring Minho wide eyed, in shock as if such possibility could never happen.
“Yeah, I love you so much. I don’t know how you cannot see it” he was smiling sweetly to the younger boy, and for a moment Taemin smiled too, looking direct to Minho’s eyes “So what’s so difficult?”
It took a moment to Taemin think about the words, Minho had just confessed.
“Minho… we just can’t” he was saying that doubting his own words, Minho could see the conflict in his eyes.
“How come? When two people love each other they shouldn’t be together? What is going against us?” Why Taemin was making stuff more difficult?
And the boy was reluctant to tell, so Minho brushed his palm on the younger’s cheek “Tell me Tae, what’s wrong?”
“We can’t Minho… we can’t because…” he sighed trying to find a way to explain himself “Do you remember Kibum? The guy from high school?” he started, removing Minho’s hand from his face
“Yeah, the blond kid” It was hard for Minho to remember, they just had one class together in the last year and the boy didn’t mean much to him in the time. He was just another boy in school, didn’t have many friends, and wasn’t really involved with the school’s projects or sports.
“He was in my dance class. He was an awesome dancer. Actually he was a really nice guy too, you know. He knew much about lots of different things and I enjoyed talking to him sometimes. We weren’t that close but he was talkative and just… different from everyone.” Taemin looked away, his eyes were past Minho’s like if he was wondering in his memories.
“But don’t you remember how he was lonely?” Taemin asked with sadness in his voice. Minho didn’t remember much about the boy, but none of his memories ware of Kibum with anyone else besides…
“He was bullied?” He suddenly asked, remembering that one time that he saw some jockeys bully him, and he went to help the kid, who didn’t accepted his help.
“Yeah, and you know why?” Taemin didn’t expect an answer, but Minho just shook his head anyway.
“Because he was different. Because he liked guys instead of girls”
And it suddenly hit him, Jinki’s words rushed in his mind “Minho, you have to keep in mind that each person sees the world in a different way, and have different experiences that makes them have their own ideas. Taemin is no different, you have grown up together, but your mind doesn’t works in the same way, and you have seen different things. Taemin don’t see the situation as you do.” Jinki had known it all before anyone could, he understood them so well, and Minho hadn’t understand the wise words, but now he did.
Taemin had experiences that made him see their love like it was wrong in some way.
“You don’t remember him hyung. But I had more classes with him, I talked to him. I tried to help but the boy was so close, he wouldn’t let anyone get too friendly and would trust no one. I remember seeing how horrible people were with him. He was bullied almost every day. I’m not sure but I think that in the last semester the boy was already depressed.” Taemin shook his head, his eyes were sparking because of the water that threatened to fall.
“Hyung… I’m afraid” Through all those years the times that Minho saw Taemin crying were just a few. So it was strange seeing the boy tear up because of a story, a memory of a guy. It only showed that Taemin had been thinking of that, about them. He wasn’t crying exclusively because of Kibum, he was also crying because he was confused and scared.
“Taemin, you should have talked to me, I’m always here for you. I always have, right?” Minho hugged Taemin, as his silent cry stopped. “There will always be someone who will judge different people because of this. What makes then unique. Maybe because of what they do or what they believe in.”
“And I don’t think people that love in a different way… wait, let me correct myself. Love is love no matter what you know. I don’t believe that… that…” Minho stopped his speech and started laughing, earning a confused glace from Taemin.
“Sorry” he said after he stopped laughing “I was trying to figure out something poetic to say but I realized that there’s no need for that. Love is love. That’s it, you don’t have to say anything else. I see no point in not staying with the one that makes you happy. Life is about chasing happiness right?” Minho was talking more to himself than to Taemin, and it looked like he had just realized something important that he hadn’t before.
And Taemin was looking up, watching his hyung’s face as he spoke. The younger boy understood too, that moment was just so important for both of them.
“What you are saying… it makes sense. Somehow.” Taemin acknowledged “Then why stuff like that happens to good people like Kibum?” The words might have looked a bit childish but Taemin didn’t care in the moment. For the last months he had been fighting and struggling with himself about the matter and couldn’t find a conclusion. And still, it all looked so obvious for Minho.
Minho sighted, he wasn’t sure how to answer that.
“I don’t know Tae, Kibum didn’t do anything wrong. But sometimes life just doesn’t work out. The world that we live in has lots of flaws. It’s unfair I know, but it’s our actions that change that, and people have to work for that” Minho wasn’t sure about his answer, but Taemin seemed to accept it while he just nodded.
“So you can’t care. Taemin, people’s opinion isn’t important in that moment, in a relationship only two people matter.” He hugged him closer, trying to make his point
Taemin smiled softly, bringing their lips together. It was so delicate, so different from their kiss some minutes ago. And it felt different, Minho wasn’t sure why, but it was better.
Soon the one kiss turned out to be two and three, Minho took then the opportunity to start kissing Taemin’s jaw line and to let his hands hover around the younger’s back. Taemin’s long fingers grabbed Minho’s dark locks and started playing with them.
Minho’s kisses begun to go lower, until he found that spot that he was looking for on Taemin’s neck. He liked it slowly, earning a low moan from the boy. He nibbled it softly, as his hands went to the front of Taemin’s t-shirt. He grabbed the hem of it and pulled it slowly waiting to see if the younger would stop him, but he didn’t so Minho just took it off and threw somewhere in the floor.
His own shirt met Taemin’s soon after. He noticed how the boy eyed him hungrily, and he couldn’t help but smirk. They started kissing again, more roughly using their teeth. And the small hands started feeling Minho’s belly, tracing his muscles. At those times he knew that all the hours lifting weights with Jonghyun were worth it.
Minho’s hands traced Taemin’s skin as well, going down. He used light touches making a shiver run down the younger’s back, until he found what he was looking for.
Minho put some pressure on Taemin’s member, massaging it slowly. Taemin moaned more loudly that time and let Minho push him a little backwards until his back was against the wall. And as soon as it happened Minho was already zipping Taemin’s pants down.
They had never came that far before, and Minho was ready to stop if he heard any complain coming from the younger.
He brushed his thumb over the tip of the half hard erection, only a thin piece of fabric between them. The maknae moaned as the pressure of the finger got a little stronger.
“Hyung…” He started, but his voice died with another moan. Minho had pushed the boxers down too, and his fingers were putting pressure through his length.
“Yeah Tae?”
“Just- please” The way his cheeks turned pink and how Taemin started panting when Minho begun massaging the base of his erection was just perfect in the older’s eyes.
“Please what? You have to be more specific” Minho, with a hidden smirk in those lips, leaned to kiss Taemin’s ear, nibbling the fresh. Tease.
“Take… me” Minho wasn’t expecting that. It made him give some space between them, just enough so he would be looking in Taemin’s eyes.
“Tae… you know what are you saying right?” Minho didn’t want to make it look like he didn’t want it.
“Minho, I’m serious” and somehow the love and want in his gaze were so strong that Minho could only stare back
“Hyung, I love you” He paused, thinking “I’m just afraid, I was… I’m not sure”
And it felt so good, the fact that Taemin said those words. Minho knew that they loved each other for a long time… but having the confirmation was just one of the best sensations in his life. So he smiled, with two rows of teeth showing.
“Tae… I love you. More than you can imagine. If you don’t want to, that’s ok. We can go slowly.” Minho was taking a step back, but Taemin’s hands wrapped around his waist.
“No… I’m sure.”
And with another loving gaze of approval Minho leaned to kiss him again. While they kissed passionately, Taemin’s hands went down, just like the older boy had done earlier. Taemin was about to pull Minho’s pants down when the kiss reached an end.
Minho wouldn’t let it happen in the middle of the kitchen, so before Taemin could make another movement, he grabbed the boy by his waist and rushed to his bedroom. Luckily, all the doors in the way were open, and Minho only had to close his own door with his foot before taking Taemin’s flesh on his mouth.
And this time Minho started leaving marks on the younger’s pale neck, finally clamming him as his. Taemin’s hands felt every inch of Minho’s body that those fingers could reach, and in between the touches and the messy kisses, they managed to get on the bed, fully undressed.
Minho was on top of Taemin. He had his hand on their members, rubbing them together, their pre cum mixing. Taemin was a moaning a lot by this point, the younger was thrusting his hips up and down, in a sexy movement, probably it was unconsciously, but it indeed turned Minho on.
The older boy had to let go to search for something in the bedside table, earning a growl of disapproval from Taemin. He grabbed a random bottle there, just to squeeze some of the liquid in his fingers.
Slowly, he put one finger in Taemin’s hole. The boy hissed, but it was more from the surprise and discomfort then from the pain. Minho could feel Taemin’s hole twitch, trying to expel the strange object.
“Shh, relax” he whispered in the younger’s ear, and immediately he could feel the difference of a much relaxed body. Soon a second finger entered and the scissoring motion begun, Taemin moaned, feeling both, pain and pleasure.
When Minho put three fingers, he started kissing the boy deeply, because Taemin’s body was getting tense again.
“Hyung” In between the kiss Taemin was trying to talk, but it was difficult task “That’s enough” and the moan was muffed with Minho’s lips. But the older one didn’t stop just yet, he had to make sure that his loved one wouldn’t suffer during it.
“Just a little more Taem, you aren’t ready” His fingers started going more roughly, in and out, in and out. But the boy couldn’t wait anymore; Taemin forced his body against the fingers, wanting more.
“Please” It was almost inaudible, just a breathless pleading. But it was enough for Minho to let his fingers go and soon replaced then with his hard erection, just on Taemin’s entrance.
“Hyung~” Taemin wasn’t the only one that couldn’t wait anymore. Minho just entered slowly at first, but as Taemin controlled his low whimpers, covering them with more moans of pleasure, Minho went all the way in quite fast.
He waited a moment for Taemin to adjust. And with a little moan of approval, he started moving. Rocking his hips, in a painfully slowly rhythm.
Almost going out completely, just to slam back again. And with each thrust he felt that he was going deeper.
“Minho… harder” Taemin whispered between the moans. Sex sounds echoing in the small room. The boy had his hands grabbing hard the soft surface of the bed, and had his hair over his sweat-covered face. He was beautiful.
“Hmm… what you said Tae? I couldn’t hear” Minho was moaning in the younger’s left ear, before planting a light, almost teasing, kiss there.
“Harder Minho” his voice was a bit louder, but Minho just kept with the same pace. Taemin whimpered again to himself, he didn’t open his eyes, but could just imagine the smirk in those lips.
“Minho!” it was much louder that time, half a moan, half a scream. And Minho finally attended to the younger’s pleading and went harder, aiming to that special spot that wasn’t far.
He brushed his thumb in Taemin’s face, brushing the hair off. “Tae, you have a beautiful face, don’t hide it” Taemin answered with a loud moan that the others apartments could listen for sure.
“Oh, Minho there” Minho’s thrust started going harder directly to that spot. His hands searched for Taemin’s left member, massaging it with quick strokes.
Taemin came all over their bodies, with a loud moan. Seconds after, Minho also came inside him. Before pulling out, both of them took deep breaths, feeling that special moment. Feeling how connected they were.
Minho finally lay down next to Taemin, putting him in a cuddle.
They felt in a comfortable silence, listening to each other’s heart beats. Minho was almost falling asleep, with a smile on his lips.
“Hyung“ Taemin called, Minho looked up with tired eyes.
“Just to let you know that I think that we can do it” he whispered, getting even closer to the taller boy “I’ll break up with Naeun, we were more like friends anyway.” He continued slowly “I was afraid, but… if we are together, nothing else matters”
And their eyes met, both of them smiled wider.
“I’m glad that you realized it.”
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My first fic in a long time…
Comments are appreciated (critics are more than welcome)
Pairing: 2min
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 4.900
What really made him angry was the fact that Taemin loved him back.
Minho was angry with Taemin.
Actually he was fed up of the younger boy. He just wanted to punch something really hard, he wanted to scream to the sky about how angry he was.
And Minho was angry because they would kiss. They would kiss passionately just to, one hour latter everything get back to normal. They would watch a film while cuddling in the sofa and Minho would pat Taemin’s soft hair while the boy felt asleep in his arms. But when he wake up, he just goes to the kitchen grab something to eat, leaving Minho on the sofa, alone.
They would make out. While they were alone in the tiny apartment or when they stayed up until late studying. They would kiss and Minho would feel Taemin’s body, he would take their shirts off and brush his hand on the pale skin. But when things start to heat up, Taemin would step back, grab his shirt and walk away, leaving Minho there, uncomfortable without knowing what just happened.
But Minho gets even angrier when the three of them would take a walk to ice cream and Taemin would always ask him for a bite of his desert, not to Jonghyun, no matter what flavor they chose. And he noticed how the boy smiled sweetly for both of them, but had something more on his eyes when it was especially for Minho.
And he loved Taemin. He wasn’t angry with himself for that because he loved his best friend for so long that it hurt. But it was just that, pain. What really made him angry was the fact that Taemin loved him back.
He just knew it. He knew Taemin since he was a baby, their mothers were friends and Taemin was Minho’s first contact with kids of his age. They grew up together, they went to the same school, they slept in each other’s house, they were like brothers. Minho didn’t know when everything started, but somehow, while they grew up, they felt in love.
Maybe it was in fifth grade, when they had their first kiss together. Actually it was their very first kiss. One day, back then, Taemin wanted to know how kissing someone felt, and he asked Minho about that, the older boy didn’t know the answer because himself had never tried something like that… but from that day on they would share innocent kisses sometimes, because both of them decided that kissing was good.
But when they were thirteen they stopped, it happened because, someone once said that kissing your friend, that was the same gender as you, was wrong. They would just share those pecks when one of them was felling down or something bad had happened.
Or maybe they felt in love some time before or after fifth grade, Minho didn’t know and didn’t really care either. They just grew closer and closer as the years passed by. But only when both of then entered in university together and started renting an apartment with their new found friend Jonghyun, was the time that they kissed again. And that time was a real kiss.
It happened when Minho received the letter telling that his dad had passed away. That night they slept in the same bed, as Taemin held Minho while the older boy stood there silently.
And remembering it all just brought Minho’s mind back to what was really making him want to punch that wall really hard.
One day Taemin just appeared in their living room with a girl. His new found girlfriend.
They never really talked about girls, or relationships. They had crushes maybe, and they felt horny sometimes, but the topic never really came to any of their conversations. They didn’t avoid it, nor were uncomfortable… it was just that it wasn’t relevant for them.
And Taemin never talked about a girl to Minho, in all those years he didn’t show interest in any of their colleges in school. So why now? Why in the world the boy had Minho in his lips in one day and in the next, he had a freaking girlfriend?
“Hey Tae, want to go check out that new ice cream shop that opened in the end of the street? We can have it for lunch” Minho smiled, he loved Sundays when Jonghyun leaved the house to have English class, in the last month he hadn’t come back home to eat, he just hanged out with his tutor. Jonghyun was Minho’s best friend, don’t get him wrong, but it was nice having the whole morning with Taemin.
“Oh, sorry hyung, I’m going out today” Minho couldn’t help but feel disappointed, he always waited to his Sundays with the younger boy.
“Ah… Ok Tae, you are having an outing with Kai? Don’t get home too late” The taller boy faked his disappointment with a sweet smile. He had to remember that Taemin had other friends besides himself.
“No hyung. Actually I’m going out with my girlfriend.” His voice was lower them usual and he faced the ground, but Minho was too shocked to notice anything.
“What?” He had to be kidding him right? Never the fact that Taemin could have a girlfriend passed Minho’s mind. Taemin shifted in his place and looked anywhere but to his hyung’s eyes.
“Hm… Naeun you know? That girl that works in the café nearby the park” Minho scanned his mind trying to figure out if the said girl really existed or if Taemin was making something up for his joke’s sake. But, even with his heart blocking the memories, they came. The said girl always gave them smiles and extra chattily in their frappuccinos. And he noticed the flirty looks that she gave Taemin sometimes, but the smaller boy never seemed to notice them.
“Taemin what are you…” but the boy didn’t let him finish, the just murmured a ‘bye’ and ran off for his date.
And that shit have happened a week ago.
Minho tried to brush it off. He decided that Taemin wasn’t thinking straight and was just joking around a little, he would stop in two or three days. It was unlike him to worry too much about things in general, he tried to relax and let the cards fall where they may (as his mom used to say). But it was a fact that Taemin was less time home than usual, which meant that he was with that girl.
And Minho wasn’t happy with that. He was really trying to put in his mind that Taemin was… he was… he didn’t know, joking? Trying out different things? Whatever, he wasn’t in his right mind.
Because the boy still loved Minho. Even after he started dating a girl.
Minho sighed grabbing his keys in his pocket. He was content with the fact that he managed to finish his shift in his part time job earlier, and could go home. But what he didn’t expect was to see what he saw when he arrived his floor.
There he was, with her.
The couple was making out in their front door. Minho noticed how her hands were around Taemin’s neck firmly, pulling him closer as they kissed. And how he had one hand on her waist and another leaning on the door for support.
The older boy didn’t stand there to analyze the situation better, he turned around and walked away. He felt so much stuff going on on that moment, he felt really angry with himself for thinking that shit was ok when it wasn’t. He felt like crying, but he didn’t because he also felt that it wasn’t his fault. And he felt like punching Taemin hard on the face.
And that shit have happened just the day before.
Minho couldn’t manage to go back to the apartment after that. He walked around the neighborhood for a while without direction. But he ended up in front of Jinki’s house. Jinki was one of his and Taemin’s friends from when they were in middle school, and Minho knew that he could come to the older boy for support no matter what. He had always taken care of them.
So he knocked and when Jinki opened the door only to find his friend with that look on his face, he didn’t ask anything, just let the boy enter.
So Minho explained everything to Jinki, the boy already knew that his two dongsaengs loved each other even before Minho realized it himself. Jinki saw all the conflict that Minho was in and the one that Taemin didn’t show (and that not even Minho could see). And he listened, listened carefully while stroking the other boy’s hair.
Jinki listened to everything, and when the younger was done they exchanged a few words, words that Minho couldn’t figure out completely. But he tried to understand all the wisdom that his friend was showing him.
After that, Minho crashed on his friend’s sofa, he had too much to think about to go home and face Taemin (and he didn’t want to have the possibly to see his loved one with a girl). So he just sent a message to Jonghyun saying that he would be out.
And when he came back, there was no one at home. He sighed, since it was Sunday yet again Jonghyun was with his friend that was good in English. And Taemin… well, he had no idea, probably with Naeun.
After all his thinking the night before he came to the conclusion that he was angry with Taemin. And now it was for real, he wasn’t mad with himself anymore and didn’t feel like crying either. He just blamed the younger boy, and still wanted to punch him.
Maybe he was being an asshole, he thought, but he was sure that he was right in that one. He would just blame Taemin, the one that was fucking with his head anyway.
And that was when he heard the front door opening and the sound of light steps in the direction of the kitchen, where he was. Minho expected it to be Jonghyun, since it was just after lunch, when he would arrive sometimes, but it was obvious that it wasn’t him.
It was Taemin. The boy let the two supermarket bags that he had fall on the table while he greeted Minho.
“Hey Minho, where were you yesterday? You worried me” he smiled a little, but didn’t look in Minho’s eyes, his eyes on the ground, as if he was just asking for the sake of politeness.
“I was at Jinki’s” The answer was dry, with a hint of anger that the older boy couldn’t control. It was when Taemin looked up, a little taken back.
“There’s something wrong Min?” there was real concern on his voice, which made Minho almost feel bad for his behavior, but the feeling passed as quickly as it arrived. And with the anger back, he clenched his fists.
Suddenly Minho grabbed Taemin by his waist and pushed him to his embrace, forcefully kissing him. Minho’s lips started to move softly, while his hands were firmly making Taemin stay in place to prevent him from running away. But it wasn’t necessary because the boy started kissing back while his arms embraced Minho. Taemin opened his lips to let the older one explore his mouth, their tongues danced together, which made them moan silently.
The intense, rough and angry kiss only finished because they were humans who need oxygen to live. And as soon as it finished, Taemin, panting, gave a step back and was ready to leave the kitchen, but Minho grabbed his wrist.
“Tae we need to talk” he his voice a little bit lower than normal, he was still out of breath too. “About this, about us” it sounded really cheesy, and he felt that he could have said that in a better way, but at that moment the cheesy phrases worked just well.
“No, we don’t. Hyung we should just stop.” He looked away, running from Minho’s eyes. And everything suddenly seemed different, the whole atmosphere changed to something much more rough.
“Stop what? Our friendship?” the question was dead serious “Because I don’t think that it is what we have here.”
“What do you mean?” Then the boy finally looked up, with something in his eyes… he was hurt?
“Damn it Taemin!” Minho got really pissed, he was tired of all that, he was tired of felling the way he did and tired from the fact that Taemin wasn’t helping at all. “You can’t be this clueless, you know what I’m talking about!” he gowned, and suddenly, Minho noticed that his voice was sharper that it meant to be and he might have let his strong emotions come over him. Because Taemin was clearly scared now, he had taken a step back from the taller man.
“Do you like Naeun?” He breathed slowly, controlling himself. He couldn’t lose it, Taemin was making him feel frustrated but he wasn’t like that either, he was always sweet with the boy, so breath. Just breathe. He repeated to himself.
“W-What?” Taemin looked taken back by the sudden question.
“Naeun. Do you even like her?” and he had to control himself yet again. How did he turn so violent in one week?
“She’s my girlfriend” Taemin finally stated, in an as-matter-of-fact way.
“You didn’t answer” Minho rolled his eyes, the boy would keep with that ‘game’ (for the lack of a better word) or whatever was passing thought his mind.
He didn’t reply at first, he just looked to his feet and Minho noticed how the boy held his own hands firmly in his shirt, he was uncomfortable with the question. But Minho wouldn’t let he go without an answer, so he waited, leaving a silence filled with tension in the air.
“Hyung… it’s complicated” he was hesitant
“How is it? You like me don’t you?” Minho was stating a fact here too. It came out just naturally, like it was obvious.
“Wait. What?” For a second Taemin’s eyes went wide, but he covered it really quickly, looking a bit shaken still.
“Taemin, I know you. I know you better then yourself. We grew up together, I was always there, and I know that you know me quite well too. I can’t explain I just… just know it. And I see how you look at me. I see that’s different, I notice every single little action that shows it”
“No… no hyung, I can’t, it’s…” he started shaking his head, his voice was filled with… something different it was almost as if he didn’t want to say those words.
“No! I know that’s true Tae, why denying?” Minho had to raise Taemin’s head to look in his eyes “And I love you. You should know that too. We know each other for so long, and you must have noticed it. You know it’
“You… love me?” Taemin was staring Minho wide eyed, in shock as if such possibility could never happen.
“Yeah, I love you so much. I don’t know how you cannot see it” he was smiling sweetly to the younger boy, and for a moment Taemin smiled too, looking direct to Minho’s eyes “So what’s so difficult?”
It took a moment to Taemin think about the words, Minho had just confessed.
“Minho… we just can’t” he was saying that doubting his own words, Minho could see the conflict in his eyes.
“How come? When two people love each other they shouldn’t be together? What is going against us?” Why Taemin was making stuff more difficult?
And the boy was reluctant to tell, so Minho brushed his palm on the younger’s cheek “Tell me Tae, what’s wrong?”
“We can’t Minho… we can’t because…” he sighed trying to find a way to explain himself “Do you remember Kibum? The guy from high school?” he started, removing Minho’s hand from his face
“Yeah, the blond kid” It was hard for Minho to remember, they just had one class together in the last year and the boy didn’t mean much to him in the time. He was just another boy in school, didn’t have many friends, and wasn’t really involved with the school’s projects or sports.
“He was in my dance class. He was an awesome dancer. Actually he was a really nice guy too, you know. He knew much about lots of different things and I enjoyed talking to him sometimes. We weren’t that close but he was talkative and just… different from everyone.” Taemin looked away, his eyes were past Minho’s like if he was wondering in his memories.
“But don’t you remember how he was lonely?” Taemin asked with sadness in his voice. Minho didn’t remember much about the boy, but none of his memories ware of Kibum with anyone else besides…
“He was bullied?” He suddenly asked, remembering that one time that he saw some jockeys bully him, and he went to help the kid, who didn’t accepted his help.
“Yeah, and you know why?” Taemin didn’t expect an answer, but Minho just shook his head anyway.
“Because he was different. Because he liked guys instead of girls”
And it suddenly hit him, Jinki’s words rushed in his mind “Minho, you have to keep in mind that each person sees the world in a different way, and have different experiences that makes them have their own ideas. Taemin is no different, you have grown up together, but your mind doesn’t works in the same way, and you have seen different things. Taemin don’t see the situation as you do.” Jinki had known it all before anyone could, he understood them so well, and Minho hadn’t understand the wise words, but now he did.
Taemin had experiences that made him see their love like it was wrong in some way.
“You don’t remember him hyung. But I had more classes with him, I talked to him. I tried to help but the boy was so close, he wouldn’t let anyone get too friendly and would trust no one. I remember seeing how horrible people were with him. He was bullied almost every day. I’m not sure but I think that in the last semester the boy was already depressed.” Taemin shook his head, his eyes were sparking because of the water that threatened to fall.
“Hyung… I’m afraid” Through all those years the times that Minho saw Taemin crying were just a few. So it was strange seeing the boy tear up because of a story, a memory of a guy. It only showed that Taemin had been thinking of that, about them. He wasn’t crying exclusively because of Kibum, he was also crying because he was confused and scared.
“Taemin, you should have talked to me, I’m always here for you. I always have, right?” Minho hugged Taemin, as his silent cry stopped. “There will always be someone who will judge different people because of this. What makes then unique. Maybe because of what they do or what they believe in.”
“And I don’t think people that love in a different way… wait, let me correct myself. Love is love no matter what you know. I don’t believe that… that…” Minho stopped his speech and started laughing, earning a confused glace from Taemin.
“Sorry” he said after he stopped laughing “I was trying to figure out something poetic to say but I realized that there’s no need for that. Love is love. That’s it, you don’t have to say anything else. I see no point in not staying with the one that makes you happy. Life is about chasing happiness right?” Minho was talking more to himself than to Taemin, and it looked like he had just realized something important that he hadn’t before.
And Taemin was looking up, watching his hyung’s face as he spoke. The younger boy understood too, that moment was just so important for both of them.
“What you are saying… it makes sense. Somehow.” Taemin acknowledged “Then why stuff like that happens to good people like Kibum?” The words might have looked a bit childish but Taemin didn’t care in the moment. For the last months he had been fighting and struggling with himself about the matter and couldn’t find a conclusion. And still, it all looked so obvious for Minho.
Minho sighted, he wasn’t sure how to answer that.
“I don’t know Tae, Kibum didn’t do anything wrong. But sometimes life just doesn’t work out. The world that we live in has lots of flaws. It’s unfair I know, but it’s our actions that change that, and people have to work for that” Minho wasn’t sure about his answer, but Taemin seemed to accept it while he just nodded.
“So you can’t care. Taemin, people’s opinion isn’t important in that moment, in a relationship only two people matter.” He hugged him closer, trying to make his point
Taemin smiled softly, bringing their lips together. It was so delicate, so different from their kiss some minutes ago. And it felt different, Minho wasn’t sure why, but it was better.
Soon the one kiss turned out to be two and three, Minho took then the opportunity to start kissing Taemin’s jaw line and to let his hands hover around the younger’s back. Taemin’s long fingers grabbed Minho’s dark locks and started playing with them.
Minho’s kisses begun to go lower, until he found that spot that he was looking for on Taemin’s neck. He liked it slowly, earning a low moan from the boy. He nibbled it softly, as his hands went to the front of Taemin’s t-shirt. He grabbed the hem of it and pulled it slowly waiting to see if the younger would stop him, but he didn’t so Minho just took it off and threw somewhere in the floor.
His own shirt met Taemin’s soon after. He noticed how the boy eyed him hungrily, and he couldn’t help but smirk. They started kissing again, more roughly using their teeth. And the small hands started feeling Minho’s belly, tracing his muscles. At those times he knew that all the hours lifting weights with Jonghyun were worth it.
Minho’s hands traced Taemin’s skin as well, going down. He used light touches making a shiver run down the younger’s back, until he found what he was looking for.
Minho put some pressure on Taemin’s member, massaging it slowly. Taemin moaned more loudly that time and let Minho push him a little backwards until his back was against the wall. And as soon as it happened Minho was already zipping Taemin’s pants down.
They had never came that far before, and Minho was ready to stop if he heard any complain coming from the younger.
He brushed his thumb over the tip of the half hard erection, only a thin piece of fabric between them. The maknae moaned as the pressure of the finger got a little stronger.
“Hyung…” He started, but his voice died with another moan. Minho had pushed the boxers down too, and his fingers were putting pressure through his length.
“Yeah Tae?”
“Just- please” The way his cheeks turned pink and how Taemin started panting when Minho begun massaging the base of his erection was just perfect in the older’s eyes.
“Please what? You have to be more specific” Minho, with a hidden smirk in those lips, leaned to kiss Taemin’s ear, nibbling the fresh. Tease.
“Take… me” Minho wasn’t expecting that. It made him give some space between them, just enough so he would be looking in Taemin’s eyes.
“Tae… you know what are you saying right?” Minho didn’t want to make it look like he didn’t want it.
“Minho, I’m serious” and somehow the love and want in his gaze were so strong that Minho could only stare back
“Hyung, I love you” He paused, thinking “I’m just afraid, I was… I’m not sure”
And it felt so good, the fact that Taemin said those words. Minho knew that they loved each other for a long time… but having the confirmation was just one of the best sensations in his life. So he smiled, with two rows of teeth showing.
“Tae… I love you. More than you can imagine. If you don’t want to, that’s ok. We can go slowly.” Minho was taking a step back, but Taemin’s hands wrapped around his waist.
“No… I’m sure.”
And with another loving gaze of approval Minho leaned to kiss him again. While they kissed passionately, Taemin’s hands went down, just like the older boy had done earlier. Taemin was about to pull Minho’s pants down when the kiss reached an end.
Minho wouldn’t let it happen in the middle of the kitchen, so before Taemin could make another movement, he grabbed the boy by his waist and rushed to his bedroom. Luckily, all the doors in the way were open, and Minho only had to close his own door with his foot before taking Taemin’s flesh on his mouth.
And this time Minho started leaving marks on the younger’s pale neck, finally clamming him as his. Taemin’s hands felt every inch of Minho’s body that those fingers could reach, and in between the touches and the messy kisses, they managed to get on the bed, fully undressed.
Minho was on top of Taemin. He had his hand on their members, rubbing them together, their pre cum mixing. Taemin was a moaning a lot by this point, the younger was thrusting his hips up and down, in a sexy movement, probably it was unconsciously, but it indeed turned Minho on.
The older boy had to let go to search for something in the bedside table, earning a growl of disapproval from Taemin. He grabbed a random bottle there, just to squeeze some of the liquid in his fingers.
Slowly, he put one finger in Taemin’s hole. The boy hissed, but it was more from the surprise and discomfort then from the pain. Minho could feel Taemin’s hole twitch, trying to expel the strange object.
“Shh, relax” he whispered in the younger’s ear, and immediately he could feel the difference of a much relaxed body. Soon a second finger entered and the scissoring motion begun, Taemin moaned, feeling both, pain and pleasure.
When Minho put three fingers, he started kissing the boy deeply, because Taemin’s body was getting tense again.
“Hyung” In between the kiss Taemin was trying to talk, but it was difficult task “That’s enough” and the moan was muffed with Minho’s lips. But the older one didn’t stop just yet, he had to make sure that his loved one wouldn’t suffer during it.
“Just a little more Taem, you aren’t ready” His fingers started going more roughly, in and out, in and out. But the boy couldn’t wait anymore; Taemin forced his body against the fingers, wanting more.
“Please” It was almost inaudible, just a breathless pleading. But it was enough for Minho to let his fingers go and soon replaced then with his hard erection, just on Taemin’s entrance.
“Hyung~” Taemin wasn’t the only one that couldn’t wait anymore. Minho just entered slowly at first, but as Taemin controlled his low whimpers, covering them with more moans of pleasure, Minho went all the way in quite fast.
He waited a moment for Taemin to adjust. And with a little moan of approval, he started moving. Rocking his hips, in a painfully slowly rhythm.
Almost going out completely, just to slam back again. And with each thrust he felt that he was going deeper.
“Minho… harder” Taemin whispered between the moans. Sex sounds echoing in the small room. The boy had his hands grabbing hard the soft surface of the bed, and had his hair over his sweat-covered face. He was beautiful.
“Hmm… what you said Tae? I couldn’t hear” Minho was moaning in the younger’s left ear, before planting a light, almost teasing, kiss there.
“Harder Minho” his voice was a bit louder, but Minho just kept with the same pace. Taemin whimpered again to himself, he didn’t open his eyes, but could just imagine the smirk in those lips.
“Minho!” it was much louder that time, half a moan, half a scream. And Minho finally attended to the younger’s pleading and went harder, aiming to that special spot that wasn’t far.
He brushed his thumb in Taemin’s face, brushing the hair off. “Tae, you have a beautiful face, don’t hide it” Taemin answered with a loud moan that the others apartments could listen for sure.
“Oh, Minho there” Minho’s thrust started going harder directly to that spot. His hands searched for Taemin’s left member, massaging it with quick strokes.
Taemin came all over their bodies, with a loud moan. Seconds after, Minho also came inside him. Before pulling out, both of them took deep breaths, feeling that special moment. Feeling how connected they were.
Minho finally lay down next to Taemin, putting him in a cuddle.
They felt in a comfortable silence, listening to each other’s heart beats. Minho was almost falling asleep, with a smile on his lips.
“Hyung“ Taemin called, Minho looked up with tired eyes.
“Just to let you know that I think that we can do it” he whispered, getting even closer to the taller boy “I’ll break up with Naeun, we were more like friends anyway.” He continued slowly “I was afraid, but… if we are together, nothing else matters”
And their eyes met, both of them smiled wider.
“I’m glad that you realized it.”
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My first fic in a long time…
Comments are appreciated (critics are more than welcome)