drunk | one-shot | 4,090
drunk → lee taemin/kim jongin (kai); pg-15; and that’s when he realized how close they were, how he could count every one of kai’s long dark lashes, the small dip in his upper lip, and his dark fathomless eyes…staring directly at his mouth.
a/n: i actually started writing this back when shinee and exo's photo shoot
together came out, but could never bring myself to finish it. but i'm fed up with
leaving so many things half complete sitting around my laptop so here it is.
honestly i have no idea what kai is like, just that him and taemin look sinfully
good together. he's quickly trying to become my new bias, but i'm still trying
to keep my distance from the kpop fandom. though, you might be seeing more of
me here and there...we'll see. ;3
sorry for all the ooc-ness; i hope you enjoy anyway! make sure to leave a comment
or two. \o//
An eleven year old Kim Jongin shyly shuffled forward, keeping close to the wall as he picked his way down the corridor of one of SM Entertainment’s many consociated buildings; a sky scraper paneled from floor to ceiling in reflective glass amongst a forest of identical others all sparkling in the mid-day sun. The young boy rounded a corner and paused half way down the middle of the hall, feet lured to a slow halt by the seductive pound of music trickling out from a door on the right. Unable to quell his curiosity, Jongin pushed open the door just the slightest bit and peeked in, dark eyes widening a bit in awe and breath sucking in sharply as he spotted a boy his age dancing.
There was something about the way the other boy moved - unpracticed and erratic, but with an underlying determination and passion - that grabbed his attention, held it fast in those slim, knobby-fingered hands.
The boy was slim and lithe and looked a little like Jongin himself, but a lot prettier - way too pretty for a boy. While he was distracted by pearlescent, clear white skin and shaggy, onyx hair he failed to notice that his object of observation had noted his presence and was now doing much of the same type of staring, sizing Jongin up from his fraying sneakers to his dark mop of hair.
“Who are you? Are you my Hyung?” The pretty boy asked in a quiet but warm voice, tilting his head to the side with the smallest and cutest smile Jongin had ever seen. He was a few inches shorter, and upon speculation that he might be the older of them, Jongin straightened and puffed out a little, trying to look cooler than he was.
“I’m a new trainee. My name’s Kim Jongin and I’m eleven years old.” He boasted, the nagging feeling that he had to impress this delicate looking dancer spurring him on.
“I’m Lee Taemin.” The other replied with a funny little smile curling his soft, full lips - like pillows. “I’m also a trainee.” He added as he began to walk forward, closer and closer until the fronts of their shoes were bumping. “I’m twelve, so you can call me Hyung.” He finished with another funny little smile that Jongin had no idea how to read.
And then Taemin leaned in and kissed him.
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Jongin pressed a wrist to his mouth and began to furiously scrub his lips with his sleeve for lack of anything better to do. They wouldn’t stop tingling.
“W-what are you doing?” He said stumbling over his words as his voice climbed a few octaves with shock.
Taemin tilted his head, licking his lips slowly as if curious about what a kiss tasted like exactly. After a few unnerving seconds of wide brown eyes staring into Jongin’s own, that odd smile began to play across the pretty boy’s mouth again.
“It’s a greeting. I saw it in a manga.” He replied finally, dismissing the whole thing as he turned to shut off the giant stereo system in one corner of the room. Just as he was ejecting the CD, Taemin paused and looked over his shoulder with a grin like an angel and Jongin’s heart gave a little abrupt stutter.
“Let’s be friends okay, Jongin?”
And just like that Kim Jongin fell in love.
“Kai? Hello! Earth to Kai!” Taemin said waving his hand in front of his friends face. When that proved fruitless, he curved in his seat so that he could lean in close enough that warm breath tickled Kai’s heart shaped lips.
Startled, the dazed boy jumped a little and leaned back, plastering himself against the cheap material of the taxi’s backseat, heart pounding. Taemin grinned like he could hear the other’s heart beat rapidly against his ribcage and flicked Kai on the forehead, making the younger wince.
“Finally I got your attention, space cadet. We’re here.” He said pushing open the car door, the busy sound of Seoul’s night life filling Kai’s ears as Taemin stepped out onto the sidewalk.
Scooting to the edge of the taxi’s seat, Kai momentarily paused when he gazed up at Taemin, backlit by the impressive exterior of a club. It was all black, but multicolored lights flickered just beneath the smooth surface like trapped air bubbles, the word Incubus seemingly disembodied where it glowed purple above the large double doors, each flanked by a bouncer.
The elder boy stood there in the middle of the bustling street looking like a deity among men. In dark blue fitted jeans that emphasized the length of his legs and a perfectly tailored J.Crew sports coat Taemin looked expensive. His russet hair was tousled to messy excellence courtesy of the W Live photo shoot they’d just come from, and he easily stood out with his too-large aviator sunglasses, drawing suspicious and appraising glances due to the fact that it was already approaching midnight.
“Well, are you coming or are you just going to sit there?” Taemin teased after a few moments, a slight hint of exasperation coloring his voice. When Kai just continued to stare at him with those glazed eyes and nod his head distractedly Taemin rolled his own brown orbs and held out a leather, fingerless gloved hand.
Puzzled for a second at the gesture (because usually he was the one always grabbing at Taemin), lips pursing when he glanced up to see his Hyung looking almost shy, Kai gave a coy smile of his own and took the offered appendage. Taemin pulled him out of the taxi and turned to drag him up the stairs and to the entrance of the club, never letting go of his fingers.
He completely ignored the long line of people snaking out into the street along with Kai’s low protests at the fact that they were cutting and, no doubt, angering the rest of the waiting customers. Instead the idol breezed by like he owned the club. And by the way the bouncers nodded them both in, no ID necessary, maybe he did.
“Wow. That was uhm…” Kai trailed off as his eyes adjusted to the dim mood lighting and the interior of Incubus hit him full force.
It was like stepping into a fairytale, if fairytales could be sexy. The couches, booths, and chairs strategically placed around the large area were all chic soft black leather, complimentary velvet pillows of deep purples, light blues, and blushing pinks strewn atop their seats, tempting weary dancers and languor filled drunks into their plush depths. A bar of sparkling black marble ran the length of the entire right wall, an impressive collection of liquor rising up behind it like a continuous bookshelf. It scaled the side of the club like neat columns of ice, its reinforced glass shelves all glowing a faint blue.
Bartenders in silver waist coats and skinny ties effortlessly spun and tossed bottles into the air while customers sitting on tall stools gripped the rounded edge of the marble counter top anxiously, awe filling their eyes as their thin necked glasses were filled with alcohol of every color and lit on fire. Towards the back of the exclusive lounge was a club section where the younger customers danced to the sensual, rippling beats of music rolling toward them from the live band on a low rising stage set against the south wall.
The rest of the free space was taken up by stainless steel tables and square platforms that rose a few feet up from the ground, an iridescent pole stretching to the ceiling from their center. Dancers in skimpy outfits beckoned to the crowds below with eyes covered by masquerade masks and coy smiles on their brightly colored lips. One caught Kai staring and tilted her head in his direction, making the boy cough and look away.
“Impressive.” He breathed out at last finishing his sentence, unsure of whether he was talking about Taemin’s easy and successful disregard for the law or the seductive wonderland he was now taking up residence in.
“Isn’t it?” Taemin murmured back, leading him toward one of the booths half way between the bar and the dancing area. As they made their way through the crowd, Kai suddenly felt self conscious in his simple dark gray jeans and black V-neck cashmere sweater, the fit of it snug against his lean body. It emphasized a thin waist, broad shoulders, and a pleasantly graceful build. “Lee Soo Man owns it and since I’ve been in the boss’s favor lately…Well, I just wanted to take you out. Celebrate your upcoming debut and all.”
Kai, who was still hyper aware of the fact that Taemin was still holding his hand, nodded absently as he was tugged into the booth beside the other boy, the leather a cool touch even through his jeans. They just sat like that for a minute, palms touching, arms brushing, and the elder’s thumb circling rhythmic patterns over the smooth skin of Kai’s knuckles making him blush hotly in the dim lighting.
The unnecessary and warming touch brought him back to when they’d been younger - a simpler time of never ending practice. But despite the brutal dance routines that balanced precariously on top of school work and other preparations (vocal lessons, skin care, proper dieting and exercise, etc), the majority of those memories were tinted in a rosy glow thanks to his childhood friend with his bright, full lipped smile and hand covered laugh.
Looking back on it, Taemin had been a lot of things to him: a friend, a mentor, a hyung…Kai glanced over at the other boy from the corner of his dark eyes, gaze slipping coyly down to pale pink lips…my first kiss.
Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, Kai squeezed Taemin’s hand and steeled his courage. This is it. He thought. Today I’ll finally tell him. Because once EXO was official, who knew when the next time he’d see Taemin for more than a brief interlude would come. And he’d already made the mistake of cowardice once before when SHINee took the stage. I’m going to confess. He reminded himself before he could think of the million reasons to back out. “Uhm, Hyung-"
And then the warmth of Taemin’s hand slipped from his own and the russet haired boy turned to him with a devilish glint in his eyes, a smooth smile curling the corners of his mouth. Kai blinked, the shadow of the young dancer from his childhood he’d seen in the stranger sitting next to him vanishing in the blink of an eye.
“Don’t,” Taemin began as he flicked his warm brown eyes over his shoulder and slid an arm around the back of their booth; Kai followed his gaze only to spot two females in tight cleavage bearing, bare back, tiny dresses coming their way. “Embarrass me.”
“Oh and,” He added after a moment between his smiling teeth, giving a little two fingered wave to the approaching sluts, causing them to giggle and huddle closer together (where did he even learn how to do that?). “try not to be awkward. You might just get lucky.”
Kai would have taken offense (because really, who didn’t get lucky with girls like that?) but he was too damn distracted by the sudden angelic set of Taemin’s face, the adorable way his eyes were squinting up (though there was a decidedly not angelic glint lurking beneath the façade of his innocent gaze).
The tell tale clack, clack, clack of heels drew near until the two girls stopped just before the edge of their booth; Taemin titled his head back to greet them with his soft, boyish voice and a breathy “noona”.
“Aren’t you boys a little young to be in a place like this?” The first one with fake blond hair and even faker eyelashes purred. Though, the fact that she obviously had no qualms about their age became painfully apparent when she leaned over the cushioned edge of their half moon shaped booth to give Taemin an eye full of her chest.
Taemin gave that ringing little laugh of his and motioned her down closer so that her ear was level with his mouth. “Shh,” He whispered, a soft jet of air rustling her dangling earring. “Don’t tell, okay Noona?”
Kai sat there, beyond baffled as Taemin worked the girl like he did a crowd of overly hormonal twelve year old girls, all coy smiles and lingering eyes, chiming laughs that made the fine hairs on the younger boy’s arms stand up.
He couldn’t understand what Taemin found attractive about the two women. They smelled of sickly sweet perfume and looked faker than Barbie dolls; Lord only knew how much of their faces they’d gotten fixed. And no, that wasn’t the jealousy talking.
Okay, so maybe it was - a little. But surely even Taemin must have known he was prettier than these types of women?
And speak of the devil, the brunette one of the two came sauntering up to him, all wide hips and smoky eye shadow. She slid into the empty space on his other side, smiled around unnaturally white teeth, and touched his arm. “Hey, Oppa.” She said despite it being obvious that she had a few years on him. He smiled back, trying to be polite.
“Uhm, I uh - hi.” He muttered in his low voice, discreetly scooting into Taemin’s side. The other boy shot him a look over his shoulder and, upon seeing Kai’s panicked state, motioned the older girls to get them some drinks with his best “pretty please?” face.
“What was that?” Taemin murmured under his breath, turning on his friend who immediately scowled in return.
Resisting the urge to throw his hands up, Kai hissed, “That’s what I should be asking you, Hyung! Since when do you…do this type of stuff?” He felt his cheeks color when Taemin fixed him with a calm, adult gaze and instantly realized, with an icy clarity, that this was no longer the boy he’d known in his childhood. This was a man, a famous man who had girls across all nations fawning over him, a man who knew (despite what tricks and charms he played for the media) his way around women more or less. Gone was the awkward, stumbling, shy Taemin of his past.
But even knowing that Kai still loved him and was helpless against the shiver of excitement that quivered through his frame at the thought of Taemin possibly showing him the ropes. In bed.
After a few more minutes of that unnerving gaze, Taemin gave him an odd little smile (the one he’d flashed just before he’d kissed them years before), disproving his earlier thoughts in a confusing instant and making Kai’s heart do funny things in his chest.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. This night is supposed to be about you and your debut and I’m just making this weird, right?” The elder muttered apologetically, leaning in closer, making Kai dizzy with the subtle sweet scent of his cologne. And with Taemin so near it was hard for the EXO member to keep focus on what they were talking about in the first place, much less stay angry.
“U-uhm, no, it’s okay.” He murmured before he could stop himself, watching with something like subdued mortification as Taemin’s face split into a Cheshire smile. Oh God, he knows exactly what effect he has on me, he realized with a sense of growing dread.
The dark auburn haired boy leaned away just as the girls came back, four drinks in their long nailed hands. “Wonderful. Then we’ll just stay and chat a little longer and then go back to the hotel, just the two of us okay?”
It’ll be the four of us if things go the way you want…Kai thought as he slid down dejectedly in the booth, his stomach sinking just as low when the brunette girl from before sat beside him and practically plastered herself to his side. Her perfume was so thick he felt a little sick.
Infuriatingly enough, Taemin immediately re-engaged in an animated conversation with the blond skank, all his past regret flying out the metaphorical window. Kai, figuring it was going to be a long night, grabbed one of the four drinks the girls had set down atop the table in front of their booth and brought it to his lips.
The alcohol was bitter and disgusting as it splashed over his virgin tongue and burned down his throat. Wholly unpleasant, but Kai didn’t plan to stop until he was having fun. A few drinks later and the younger boy was feeling it, but it wasn’t fun. Far from it.
He felt dizzy and sick and like he had all these feelings; it was just a mess. Kai couldn’t stop talking. It kept pouring from his lips like carbon dioxide, things he’d never say and things he wished he didn’t even know spilling out hand and hand from his drunken mouth, words all slurring together in a flurry of tangent filled babble.
“And you know,” He was saying to the brunette he had an arm slung around, words slow and jumbled. Somehow she wasn’t so fake looking now that he’d had a few; still, she wasn’t his type. “I’m only using my girlfriend to hide the fact that I’m gay. I swear though, I just can’t seem to, you know,” Here he paused to make finger quotes. “ ‘get it up’ for anyone who’s not a guy. Not that I’ve ever been with one or something - just porn you know. But still.”
Taemin promptly smacked himself in the forehead and reached for a drink himself, wishing to gulp himself into a coma because where ever Kai was going with this, it couldn’t be good. The elder boy sipped, letting the burn of toxic amber liquid linger as he watched Kai say things better left unsaid through hooded, long lashed eyes.
“I think my girlfriend knows…” And here the youth paused, cupping one hand over his mouth conspiratorially and dropping his voice like it was a secret. (In reality half the room was still unwillingly involved in listening to his impromptu confessions). “I’m in love with somebody else.”
The blond on Taemin’s right scoffed and dropped her chin into a heavily ringed hand. “No shit if you’re gay.” She muttered under her breath, obviously disappointed.
“Actually,” Kai continued with a borderline hysterical giggle, not noticing she had spoken. “The guy I love is right here next to me.” Here, as Taemin’s eyes widened incredulously, Kai stood. “Give it up everyone, for the man I love - Lee Tae-!”
Taemin slapped a hand over Kai’s mouth and yanked him down, wrestling him until he was hidden from sight behind the back of their booth. The elder boy’s expression was one of utter horror.
“Kai,” He hissed under his breath. “Are you out of goddamn your mind?!”
“No,” Kai mumbled back childishly, breath reeking of alcohol as it washed over Taemin’s lips. And that’s when he realized how close they were, how he could count every one of Kai’s long dark lashes, the small dip in his upper lip, and his dark fathomless eyes…staring directly at his mouth.
“I’m in love with you.” He sounded dazed and more than a little dumb as he tilted his head so that their mouths would line up just right. Taemin blinked furiously, old nervous habit sneaking up on him; it made Kai grin against his mouth where their lips were just barely touching. “And okay,” He continued in a breathless whisper, eyes sliding shut. “I’m a little drunk too.”
--
Kai wasn’t sure at which point he had begun to blank out, but when the world came rushing back into focus he was in a taxi cab that smelled like tobacco and sweat. Taemin was pushing him incessantly against one of the passenger doors, their seatbelts forgotten, the elder boy kissing him breathless - never letting up, never letting him breathe. But Kai would gladly die from suffocation if it was Taemin’s mouth stealing his oxygen.
Nimble fingers were pawing at his sweater and Kai was starting to get worried that Taemin would rip the thing in half. He settled for shoving it up Kai’s smooth, flat stomach, letting his fingers dance over the taut skin for a moment before crawling higher to tease a tiny nipple.
The noise that burst from his slick lips was so loud and lewd that he wasn’t even completely sure it was him until Taemin’s own swollen lips were right next to his ear, teasing coyly against the outer ridge. “Why didn’t you tell me you were such an eager cockslut, dongsaeng…”
“Mm, Hyung…” Kai breathed back, mind filled with cotton and overactive hormones. He squirmed, rubbing up into Taemin’s touch as if to further prove the dancer’s degrading words. “Wanna fuck you so bad…”
Taemin’s chuckle could only be described as sinful. “You just let Hyung take care of you tonight. That sound good, baby?”
Kai only vaguely remembered nodding before the world spun and went black again.
--
“Wakey, wakey, Kai Oppa~” Taemin sing song-ed obnoxiously as the heavy scent of coffee invaded his senses along with an acute pounding in his head. “You need to get up. You’ve got a magazine interview in an hour.”
Kai gave an unintelligible grunt, rolling over and tugging the thin sheet that had become tangled around his waist up until it was secured beneath his chin, the scent of fresh laundry comforting but a bit…stale?
Wait a second, why the hell was Taemin in his room this early?
And that’s when it hit him, the cogs in his mind turning like slow molasses, - these sheets didn’t smell like the detergent he used. In fact this bed felt too stiff, these pillows too thin, to be his.
Kai sat up fast enough to make the world around him spin. Apparently the queasiness showed on his face because Taemin, who looked too bright this morning, glanced over his shoulder and motioned toward the standard wooden nightstand beside the bed. “The asprin and water is right next to you.”
Kai’s throat was dry as he took the pills into the palm of his hand and tossed them back, washing it down with water while he tried not to wonder about his state of dress, or lack thereof. Tugging the sheets self consciously around his bare hips, Kai rubbed a hand through his short, black locks that seemed to shoot out in every direction from his head this morning. “How drunk was I last night?” He croaked, swallowing down more liquid.
That brought this little smile to Taemin’s lips that he both instantly adored and abhorred. Kai groaned, knowing nothing good could come from this morning.
“Drunk enough to confess your love for a certain someone.” The older boy replied.
Taemin snickered as Kai flushed red as a traffic light, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee when he turned to lean back against the sink counter in the connecting bathroom. He’d never been much of a coffee drinker himself, but Kai knew that once you got further into the business the sheer amount of caffeine a double shot espresso could offer you was all that kept you going some days.
When his childhood friend remained quiet, blushing openly like a lovesick school girl, Taemin couldn’t help but add icing to the cake, just because the opportunity was far too good to pass up.
“By the way,” He said offhandedly, turning back around as if making to examine his pores, not wanting to give himself away. “How’s your ass feeling?”
Rosy red instantly drained away to a white so pasty it would have put Caspar to shame.
“M-my…” Kai stuttered. Taemin wondered if he was twitching.
In fact he was so engrossed in imagining the potentially hilarious expressions Kai was making, and trying not to laugh in consequence, that he didn’t hear the door to their cheap motel room open and shut until it was seconds too late.
The soft click of the door swinging shut had Taemin shrugging a little guiltily as he walked back into the main sleeping area.
Taking another dainty sip of his steaming coffee, he stared at the door Kai had just walked out of (possibly wrapped in nothing more than a sheet) and said to no one in particular,
“I was just kidding.”
a/n: i actually started writing this back when shinee and exo's photo shoot
together came out, but could never bring myself to finish it. but i'm fed up with
leaving so many things half complete sitting around my laptop so here it is.
honestly i have no idea what kai is like, just that him and taemin look sinfully
good together. he's quickly trying to become my new bias, but i'm still trying
to keep my distance from the kpop fandom. though, you might be seeing more of
me here and there...we'll see. ;3
sorry for all the ooc-ness; i hope you enjoy anyway! make sure to leave a comment
or two. \o//
An eleven year old Kim Jongin shyly shuffled forward, keeping close to the wall as he picked his way down the corridor of one of SM Entertainment’s many consociated buildings; a sky scraper paneled from floor to ceiling in reflective glass amongst a forest of identical others all sparkling in the mid-day sun. The young boy rounded a corner and paused half way down the middle of the hall, feet lured to a slow halt by the seductive pound of music trickling out from a door on the right. Unable to quell his curiosity, Jongin pushed open the door just the slightest bit and peeked in, dark eyes widening a bit in awe and breath sucking in sharply as he spotted a boy his age dancing.
There was something about the way the other boy moved - unpracticed and erratic, but with an underlying determination and passion - that grabbed his attention, held it fast in those slim, knobby-fingered hands.
The boy was slim and lithe and looked a little like Jongin himself, but a lot prettier - way too pretty for a boy. While he was distracted by pearlescent, clear white skin and shaggy, onyx hair he failed to notice that his object of observation had noted his presence and was now doing much of the same type of staring, sizing Jongin up from his fraying sneakers to his dark mop of hair.
“Who are you? Are you my Hyung?” The pretty boy asked in a quiet but warm voice, tilting his head to the side with the smallest and cutest smile Jongin had ever seen. He was a few inches shorter, and upon speculation that he might be the older of them, Jongin straightened and puffed out a little, trying to look cooler than he was.
“I’m a new trainee. My name’s Kim Jongin and I’m eleven years old.” He boasted, the nagging feeling that he had to impress this delicate looking dancer spurring him on.
“I’m Lee Taemin.” The other replied with a funny little smile curling his soft, full lips - like pillows. “I’m also a trainee.” He added as he began to walk forward, closer and closer until the fronts of their shoes were bumping. “I’m twelve, so you can call me Hyung.” He finished with another funny little smile that Jongin had no idea how to read.
And then Taemin leaned in and kissed him.
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Jongin pressed a wrist to his mouth and began to furiously scrub his lips with his sleeve for lack of anything better to do. They wouldn’t stop tingling.
“W-what are you doing?” He said stumbling over his words as his voice climbed a few octaves with shock.
Taemin tilted his head, licking his lips slowly as if curious about what a kiss tasted like exactly. After a few unnerving seconds of wide brown eyes staring into Jongin’s own, that odd smile began to play across the pretty boy’s mouth again.
“It’s a greeting. I saw it in a manga.” He replied finally, dismissing the whole thing as he turned to shut off the giant stereo system in one corner of the room. Just as he was ejecting the CD, Taemin paused and looked over his shoulder with a grin like an angel and Jongin’s heart gave a little abrupt stutter.
“Let’s be friends okay, Jongin?”
And just like that Kim Jongin fell in love.
“Kai? Hello! Earth to Kai!” Taemin said waving his hand in front of his friends face. When that proved fruitless, he curved in his seat so that he could lean in close enough that warm breath tickled Kai’s heart shaped lips.
Startled, the dazed boy jumped a little and leaned back, plastering himself against the cheap material of the taxi’s backseat, heart pounding. Taemin grinned like he could hear the other’s heart beat rapidly against his ribcage and flicked Kai on the forehead, making the younger wince.
“Finally I got your attention, space cadet. We’re here.” He said pushing open the car door, the busy sound of Seoul’s night life filling Kai’s ears as Taemin stepped out onto the sidewalk.
Scooting to the edge of the taxi’s seat, Kai momentarily paused when he gazed up at Taemin, backlit by the impressive exterior of a club. It was all black, but multicolored lights flickered just beneath the smooth surface like trapped air bubbles, the word Incubus seemingly disembodied where it glowed purple above the large double doors, each flanked by a bouncer.
The elder boy stood there in the middle of the bustling street looking like a deity among men. In dark blue fitted jeans that emphasized the length of his legs and a perfectly tailored J.Crew sports coat Taemin looked expensive. His russet hair was tousled to messy excellence courtesy of the W Live photo shoot they’d just come from, and he easily stood out with his too-large aviator sunglasses, drawing suspicious and appraising glances due to the fact that it was already approaching midnight.
“Well, are you coming or are you just going to sit there?” Taemin teased after a few moments, a slight hint of exasperation coloring his voice. When Kai just continued to stare at him with those glazed eyes and nod his head distractedly Taemin rolled his own brown orbs and held out a leather, fingerless gloved hand.
Puzzled for a second at the gesture (because usually he was the one always grabbing at Taemin), lips pursing when he glanced up to see his Hyung looking almost shy, Kai gave a coy smile of his own and took the offered appendage. Taemin pulled him out of the taxi and turned to drag him up the stairs and to the entrance of the club, never letting go of his fingers.
He completely ignored the long line of people snaking out into the street along with Kai’s low protests at the fact that they were cutting and, no doubt, angering the rest of the waiting customers. Instead the idol breezed by like he owned the club. And by the way the bouncers nodded them both in, no ID necessary, maybe he did.
“Wow. That was uhm…” Kai trailed off as his eyes adjusted to the dim mood lighting and the interior of Incubus hit him full force.
It was like stepping into a fairytale, if fairytales could be sexy. The couches, booths, and chairs strategically placed around the large area were all chic soft black leather, complimentary velvet pillows of deep purples, light blues, and blushing pinks strewn atop their seats, tempting weary dancers and languor filled drunks into their plush depths. A bar of sparkling black marble ran the length of the entire right wall, an impressive collection of liquor rising up behind it like a continuous bookshelf. It scaled the side of the club like neat columns of ice, its reinforced glass shelves all glowing a faint blue.
Bartenders in silver waist coats and skinny ties effortlessly spun and tossed bottles into the air while customers sitting on tall stools gripped the rounded edge of the marble counter top anxiously, awe filling their eyes as their thin necked glasses were filled with alcohol of every color and lit on fire. Towards the back of the exclusive lounge was a club section where the younger customers danced to the sensual, rippling beats of music rolling toward them from the live band on a low rising stage set against the south wall.
The rest of the free space was taken up by stainless steel tables and square platforms that rose a few feet up from the ground, an iridescent pole stretching to the ceiling from their center. Dancers in skimpy outfits beckoned to the crowds below with eyes covered by masquerade masks and coy smiles on their brightly colored lips. One caught Kai staring and tilted her head in his direction, making the boy cough and look away.
“Impressive.” He breathed out at last finishing his sentence, unsure of whether he was talking about Taemin’s easy and successful disregard for the law or the seductive wonderland he was now taking up residence in.
“Isn’t it?” Taemin murmured back, leading him toward one of the booths half way between the bar and the dancing area. As they made their way through the crowd, Kai suddenly felt self conscious in his simple dark gray jeans and black V-neck cashmere sweater, the fit of it snug against his lean body. It emphasized a thin waist, broad shoulders, and a pleasantly graceful build. “Lee Soo Man owns it and since I’ve been in the boss’s favor lately…Well, I just wanted to take you out. Celebrate your upcoming debut and all.”
Kai, who was still hyper aware of the fact that Taemin was still holding his hand, nodded absently as he was tugged into the booth beside the other boy, the leather a cool touch even through his jeans. They just sat like that for a minute, palms touching, arms brushing, and the elder’s thumb circling rhythmic patterns over the smooth skin of Kai’s knuckles making him blush hotly in the dim lighting.
The unnecessary and warming touch brought him back to when they’d been younger - a simpler time of never ending practice. But despite the brutal dance routines that balanced precariously on top of school work and other preparations (vocal lessons, skin care, proper dieting and exercise, etc), the majority of those memories were tinted in a rosy glow thanks to his childhood friend with his bright, full lipped smile and hand covered laugh.
Looking back on it, Taemin had been a lot of things to him: a friend, a mentor, a hyung…Kai glanced over at the other boy from the corner of his dark eyes, gaze slipping coyly down to pale pink lips…my first kiss.
Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, Kai squeezed Taemin’s hand and steeled his courage. This is it. He thought. Today I’ll finally tell him. Because once EXO was official, who knew when the next time he’d see Taemin for more than a brief interlude would come. And he’d already made the mistake of cowardice once before when SHINee took the stage. I’m going to confess. He reminded himself before he could think of the million reasons to back out. “Uhm, Hyung-"
And then the warmth of Taemin’s hand slipped from his own and the russet haired boy turned to him with a devilish glint in his eyes, a smooth smile curling the corners of his mouth. Kai blinked, the shadow of the young dancer from his childhood he’d seen in the stranger sitting next to him vanishing in the blink of an eye.
“Don’t,” Taemin began as he flicked his warm brown eyes over his shoulder and slid an arm around the back of their booth; Kai followed his gaze only to spot two females in tight cleavage bearing, bare back, tiny dresses coming their way. “Embarrass me.”
“Oh and,” He added after a moment between his smiling teeth, giving a little two fingered wave to the approaching sluts, causing them to giggle and huddle closer together (where did he even learn how to do that?). “try not to be awkward. You might just get lucky.”
Kai would have taken offense (because really, who didn’t get lucky with girls like that?) but he was too damn distracted by the sudden angelic set of Taemin’s face, the adorable way his eyes were squinting up (though there was a decidedly not angelic glint lurking beneath the façade of his innocent gaze).
The tell tale clack, clack, clack of heels drew near until the two girls stopped just before the edge of their booth; Taemin titled his head back to greet them with his soft, boyish voice and a breathy “noona”.
“Aren’t you boys a little young to be in a place like this?” The first one with fake blond hair and even faker eyelashes purred. Though, the fact that she obviously had no qualms about their age became painfully apparent when she leaned over the cushioned edge of their half moon shaped booth to give Taemin an eye full of her chest.
Taemin gave that ringing little laugh of his and motioned her down closer so that her ear was level with his mouth. “Shh,” He whispered, a soft jet of air rustling her dangling earring. “Don’t tell, okay Noona?”
Kai sat there, beyond baffled as Taemin worked the girl like he did a crowd of overly hormonal twelve year old girls, all coy smiles and lingering eyes, chiming laughs that made the fine hairs on the younger boy’s arms stand up.
He couldn’t understand what Taemin found attractive about the two women. They smelled of sickly sweet perfume and looked faker than Barbie dolls; Lord only knew how much of their faces they’d gotten fixed. And no, that wasn’t the jealousy talking.
Okay, so maybe it was - a little. But surely even Taemin must have known he was prettier than these types of women?
And speak of the devil, the brunette one of the two came sauntering up to him, all wide hips and smoky eye shadow. She slid into the empty space on his other side, smiled around unnaturally white teeth, and touched his arm. “Hey, Oppa.” She said despite it being obvious that she had a few years on him. He smiled back, trying to be polite.
“Uhm, I uh - hi.” He muttered in his low voice, discreetly scooting into Taemin’s side. The other boy shot him a look over his shoulder and, upon seeing Kai’s panicked state, motioned the older girls to get them some drinks with his best “pretty please?” face.
“What was that?” Taemin murmured under his breath, turning on his friend who immediately scowled in return.
Resisting the urge to throw his hands up, Kai hissed, “That’s what I should be asking you, Hyung! Since when do you…do this type of stuff?” He felt his cheeks color when Taemin fixed him with a calm, adult gaze and instantly realized, with an icy clarity, that this was no longer the boy he’d known in his childhood. This was a man, a famous man who had girls across all nations fawning over him, a man who knew (despite what tricks and charms he played for the media) his way around women more or less. Gone was the awkward, stumbling, shy Taemin of his past.
But even knowing that Kai still loved him and was helpless against the shiver of excitement that quivered through his frame at the thought of Taemin possibly showing him the ropes. In bed.
After a few more minutes of that unnerving gaze, Taemin gave him an odd little smile (the one he’d flashed just before he’d kissed them years before), disproving his earlier thoughts in a confusing instant and making Kai’s heart do funny things in his chest.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. This night is supposed to be about you and your debut and I’m just making this weird, right?” The elder muttered apologetically, leaning in closer, making Kai dizzy with the subtle sweet scent of his cologne. And with Taemin so near it was hard for the EXO member to keep focus on what they were talking about in the first place, much less stay angry.
“U-uhm, no, it’s okay.” He murmured before he could stop himself, watching with something like subdued mortification as Taemin’s face split into a Cheshire smile. Oh God, he knows exactly what effect he has on me, he realized with a sense of growing dread.
The dark auburn haired boy leaned away just as the girls came back, four drinks in their long nailed hands. “Wonderful. Then we’ll just stay and chat a little longer and then go back to the hotel, just the two of us okay?”
It’ll be the four of us if things go the way you want…Kai thought as he slid down dejectedly in the booth, his stomach sinking just as low when the brunette girl from before sat beside him and practically plastered herself to his side. Her perfume was so thick he felt a little sick.
Infuriatingly enough, Taemin immediately re-engaged in an animated conversation with the blond skank, all his past regret flying out the metaphorical window. Kai, figuring it was going to be a long night, grabbed one of the four drinks the girls had set down atop the table in front of their booth and brought it to his lips.
The alcohol was bitter and disgusting as it splashed over his virgin tongue and burned down his throat. Wholly unpleasant, but Kai didn’t plan to stop until he was having fun. A few drinks later and the younger boy was feeling it, but it wasn’t fun. Far from it.
He felt dizzy and sick and like he had all these feelings; it was just a mess. Kai couldn’t stop talking. It kept pouring from his lips like carbon dioxide, things he’d never say and things he wished he didn’t even know spilling out hand and hand from his drunken mouth, words all slurring together in a flurry of tangent filled babble.
“And you know,” He was saying to the brunette he had an arm slung around, words slow and jumbled. Somehow she wasn’t so fake looking now that he’d had a few; still, she wasn’t his type. “I’m only using my girlfriend to hide the fact that I’m gay. I swear though, I just can’t seem to, you know,” Here he paused to make finger quotes. “ ‘get it up’ for anyone who’s not a guy. Not that I’ve ever been with one or something - just porn you know. But still.”
Taemin promptly smacked himself in the forehead and reached for a drink himself, wishing to gulp himself into a coma because where ever Kai was going with this, it couldn’t be good. The elder boy sipped, letting the burn of toxic amber liquid linger as he watched Kai say things better left unsaid through hooded, long lashed eyes.
“I think my girlfriend knows…” And here the youth paused, cupping one hand over his mouth conspiratorially and dropping his voice like it was a secret. (In reality half the room was still unwillingly involved in listening to his impromptu confessions). “I’m in love with somebody else.”
The blond on Taemin’s right scoffed and dropped her chin into a heavily ringed hand. “No shit if you’re gay.” She muttered under her breath, obviously disappointed.
“Actually,” Kai continued with a borderline hysterical giggle, not noticing she had spoken. “The guy I love is right here next to me.” Here, as Taemin’s eyes widened incredulously, Kai stood. “Give it up everyone, for the man I love - Lee Tae-!”
Taemin slapped a hand over Kai’s mouth and yanked him down, wrestling him until he was hidden from sight behind the back of their booth. The elder boy’s expression was one of utter horror.
“Kai,” He hissed under his breath. “Are you out of goddamn your mind?!”
“No,” Kai mumbled back childishly, breath reeking of alcohol as it washed over Taemin’s lips. And that’s when he realized how close they were, how he could count every one of Kai’s long dark lashes, the small dip in his upper lip, and his dark fathomless eyes…staring directly at his mouth.
“I’m in love with you.” He sounded dazed and more than a little dumb as he tilted his head so that their mouths would line up just right. Taemin blinked furiously, old nervous habit sneaking up on him; it made Kai grin against his mouth where their lips were just barely touching. “And okay,” He continued in a breathless whisper, eyes sliding shut. “I’m a little drunk too.”
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Kai wasn’t sure at which point he had begun to blank out, but when the world came rushing back into focus he was in a taxi cab that smelled like tobacco and sweat. Taemin was pushing him incessantly against one of the passenger doors, their seatbelts forgotten, the elder boy kissing him breathless - never letting up, never letting him breathe. But Kai would gladly die from suffocation if it was Taemin’s mouth stealing his oxygen.
Nimble fingers were pawing at his sweater and Kai was starting to get worried that Taemin would rip the thing in half. He settled for shoving it up Kai’s smooth, flat stomach, letting his fingers dance over the taut skin for a moment before crawling higher to tease a tiny nipple.
The noise that burst from his slick lips was so loud and lewd that he wasn’t even completely sure it was him until Taemin’s own swollen lips were right next to his ear, teasing coyly against the outer ridge. “Why didn’t you tell me you were such an eager cockslut, dongsaeng…”
“Mm, Hyung…” Kai breathed back, mind filled with cotton and overactive hormones. He squirmed, rubbing up into Taemin’s touch as if to further prove the dancer’s degrading words. “Wanna fuck you so bad…”
Taemin’s chuckle could only be described as sinful. “You just let Hyung take care of you tonight. That sound good, baby?”
Kai only vaguely remembered nodding before the world spun and went black again.
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“Wakey, wakey, Kai Oppa~” Taemin sing song-ed obnoxiously as the heavy scent of coffee invaded his senses along with an acute pounding in his head. “You need to get up. You’ve got a magazine interview in an hour.”
Kai gave an unintelligible grunt, rolling over and tugging the thin sheet that had become tangled around his waist up until it was secured beneath his chin, the scent of fresh laundry comforting but a bit…stale?
Wait a second, why the hell was Taemin in his room this early?
And that’s when it hit him, the cogs in his mind turning like slow molasses, - these sheets didn’t smell like the detergent he used. In fact this bed felt too stiff, these pillows too thin, to be his.
Kai sat up fast enough to make the world around him spin. Apparently the queasiness showed on his face because Taemin, who looked too bright this morning, glanced over his shoulder and motioned toward the standard wooden nightstand beside the bed. “The asprin and water is right next to you.”
Kai’s throat was dry as he took the pills into the palm of his hand and tossed them back, washing it down with water while he tried not to wonder about his state of dress, or lack thereof. Tugging the sheets self consciously around his bare hips, Kai rubbed a hand through his short, black locks that seemed to shoot out in every direction from his head this morning. “How drunk was I last night?” He croaked, swallowing down more liquid.
That brought this little smile to Taemin’s lips that he both instantly adored and abhorred. Kai groaned, knowing nothing good could come from this morning.
“Drunk enough to confess your love for a certain someone.” The older boy replied.
Taemin snickered as Kai flushed red as a traffic light, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee when he turned to lean back against the sink counter in the connecting bathroom. He’d never been much of a coffee drinker himself, but Kai knew that once you got further into the business the sheer amount of caffeine a double shot espresso could offer you was all that kept you going some days.
When his childhood friend remained quiet, blushing openly like a lovesick school girl, Taemin couldn’t help but add icing to the cake, just because the opportunity was far too good to pass up.
“By the way,” He said offhandedly, turning back around as if making to examine his pores, not wanting to give himself away. “How’s your ass feeling?”
Rosy red instantly drained away to a white so pasty it would have put Caspar to shame.
“M-my…” Kai stuttered. Taemin wondered if he was twitching.
In fact he was so engrossed in imagining the potentially hilarious expressions Kai was making, and trying not to laugh in consequence, that he didn’t hear the door to their cheap motel room open and shut until it was seconds too late.
The soft click of the door swinging shut had Taemin shrugging a little guiltily as he walked back into the main sleeping area.
Taking another dainty sip of his steaming coffee, he stared at the door Kai had just walked out of (possibly wrapped in nothing more than a sheet) and said to no one in particular,
“I was just kidding.”