Starved of love, food, and knowledge. Taemin only smokes eight cigarettes a day. He only uses eight sugar cubes for his coffee a day. He doesn't know why it has to be eight, it just does. Taemin doesn't believe in love. He finds Romeo and Juliet humorous. Everything was fine until someone stepped into his life. His name was Choi Minho and he likes the smell of cigarettes, coffee and strawberries. 

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“Do you mind if I smoked?” Taemin asked before lighting up a cigarette. Minho shook his head and was soon immersed in the smell of a burning cigarette. He walked over and allowed Minho to drape his built arms around his bony shoulders. He nuzzled the top of Taemin’s head, his hair still damp from the rain. “You smell good.”

“I smell like coffee and cigarettes.” He simply said before closing his eyes and loosing himself in Minho’s hold.

“I like that.”

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