Minho's POV

Slowly, I start to make my way around the bed. Onew's still gripping the gun like his life depends upon it, and I can see Taemin shrinking out of the corner of my eye.

"Onew, give me the gun. You don't want to do this," I murmur, stretching out my hand. He turns towards me, weapon a mere food away from my palm. He looks so hurt, so lost...

"I've been with you since the beginning, Minho!" he shouts, and he steps closer, I instinctively take a step back, trying to keep his attention on me. With my other hand, I write "110" in the air and watch Taemin rush out. (A/N-110 is the Asian version of 911... I think).

"I know you have, Onew. You're my best friend, okay?" I whisper. He backs away from me, his eyes suspicious and scared and furious. I don't pull away, don't back down. He's shaking. I can hear the bullets rattling in the gun.

"I took you in when you didn't have a family... I was the one who made you smile again," he says angrily. I hear Taemin come back in and stop at the door.

"I know, Onew. I know, I owe you everything, but this isn't the answer! If you really love both of us—even just one of us—then you shouldn't be hurting us," I say, trying to step forward, but his grip on the gun tightens.

"No! I helped you build your company! I gave you everything I had! I let you train under my dad and gave you his money when he died! Why can't I have you? What more do I need to do?" he screams. I rush forward while he's lost in his own emotions, and I grab the barrel of the gun.

"Nothing," I whisper before I press my lips to his. He freezes, then slowly melts. The gun slowly tips down, and his arms fall to his sides. I open my eyes just a bit and see Taemin grab the weapon and toss it away from us. I lean my head back to break the kiss, and Onew opens his eyes.

"Minho, I—" he tries to say before I punch him hard enough to knock him out. My hand hurts from smashing into his cheek, bur it also hurts inside. There goes my best friend... The first person I'd trusted in a long time.

"Minho, the police are on their way," Taemin whispers. I look at my best friend's fallen figure, and then at Taemin, who's still draped in that sheet, and I can't help but feel disgusted. How could Taemin do this? Even when I loved him—still love him—he goes and sleeps with someone else. He an my best friend had web together, and even if it was just for one night, it was one night when he let himself belong to someone else.

"Get dressed," I mutter, turning away and leaving him to save my own heart.

Taemin's POV

The police come and carry Onew off, no ceremony or anything. He looks so peaceful, stretched out between two officers, but he did this to Minho and I... And I thought I could trust him.

Minho's driving, and I'm sitting in the back of the car, looking out the window at the passing scenery. It hurts to feel this distance between us, knowing that he doesn't trust me anymore.

"I love you," I whisper, but he doesn't say it back, and my heart breaks in my chest. I close my eyes and feel the tears trickle down my cheeks. I wish I could make this better, but maybe this really is the end of our love story.

"We're home," he says gruffly, stopping the car and getting out. He doesn't look back as he goes inside, and maybe that's what makes me break down and sob openly in his car. He doesn't care, doesn't want me, doesn't love me anymore.

He can't even touch me.

"Taemin-appa!" Yoogeun screams as I finally come in the door, and for a moment I can just hug him and act like nothing's wrong. He squeals happily a he hugs me back. He doesn't know what I've done. He just loves me, and I'm okay with that. I bury my face in his hair.

"I love you, Yoogeun-ah," I whisper. I hear another squeal down the hall and suddenly, Key is smothering both of us in his arms. All three of us cry together, happy to be reunited again. I'm home. I know that this is home, where I belong. I don't ever want to leave again.

It's only later when I feel the pain of coming home. Later, when I go into Minho's office and see how angry he is, his face darkened as he scrawls his signature furiously onto a document. I stand at his side silently, watching the muscles twitch in his hand

"Minho, at least look at me," I whisper. He looks up and doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to. I can see it in his eyes, how mad he is, and how hurt he feels, and that it's my fault.

"How many times did you let him touch you?" he asks finally. Shaking, I hold up one finger. He looks away, because one is already a thousand times too many. I bite my lip and drop to my knees in front of him, grabbing his hand and burying my face in it. It's the first time in so long that I've felt his skin on mine. Why did I ever let this go?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Minho. I love you, I swear. I just... I was hurt, and I didn't think," I whisper frantically. He still doesn't look at me, and he doesn't even seem to want to touch me even like this. Doesn't he love me? After fighting to get me back, doesn't he want me?

"I can't trust you," he whispers, and that kills me. Those words swing at me like blows from a hammer, and it hurts so badly. I clutch his hand tighter and I know that I'm crying because my body's shaking so wildly. Finally, he just gets up. Is he tired of me already?

"Do you still love me?" I ask in a panic, getting up and hugging him from behind. I bury my face in his back, sobbing softly into his jacket. Suddenly, his hands are on my shoulders and he's pushing me away.

"Of course I still love you," he whispers hoarsely, and I look up to see his eyes, to see how torn he is. He looks back at me, his face haggard with pain. "I love you, Taemin, but it hurts to think about loving you. I can't get the thought of you and Onew out of my head."

"Then you have to try, for me, please," I beg. I grip his arms as he searches my eyes for intentions, lies, tricks, anything that'll hurt him. Then, ever so slowly, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

He kisses me like someone touching thorns. He kisses me like someone a cactus, his touch there but cautious. He's scared of being hurt, and so am I, but maybe that's how we heal. Maybe just holding each other, not being too quick with anything, will help mend those holes in our hearts.

"I want to start again," he whispers, and I nod before he kisses me again. His arms around me make me feel so unbelievably safe, and then he pulls me into his body. He's holding me, kissing me, still loving me...

"I never stopped loving you," I whisper sincerely. "I was hurt, I stopped believing you, but I never stopped loving you, Minho." I fell his lips on my forehead as I bury my face in his chest. Slowly, he's coming back to me.

"Why did you do it, Taemin?" he whispers, my hair. I shake my head, not wanting to ruin this, but he asks again in that soft, coaxing voice, and I have no choice but to answer.

"Because... Because he was warm, and I was hurt, and it just... Happened," I reply with a quiver in my throat. I'm so scared of losing Minho, so scared that he'll hate me and slip away. But he doesn't. He just tips my face up to look at him, and he kisses me again, and I melt in his arms.

~

Minho's POV

I brush my lips against Taemin's hair, listening to his soft giggle as we cuddle on the couch. Yoogeun's sitting on the floor in front of us, captivated by the Power Rangers movie that's playing on the big screen.

"Did you see that, appa? Did you?" he screeches out from time to time, pointing at the mass of colors that swooshes around the screen, to which Taemin replies, like any parent, "Of course."

"He's obsessed with these little guys in a screen," I mutter softly into Taemin's ear. He laughs and smacks my arm before nuzzling my neck. Key comes into the room and plops down between me and my boyfriend, no shame at all.

"Yah, Key!" Taemin whines, but the shows no signs of moving. I roll my eyes and lift Key over my lap, despite his protests, and cuddle once again with my boyfriend.

"er," I mutter, too quiet for Yoogeun to hear. I go back to planting gently kisses on Taemin's face and neck, chuckling as he giggles. I can't believe how comfortable he is in my arms.

Immediately after Taemin came home, I sent Yuri away. I couldn't have her distressing Yoogeun anymore. Turns out, all that she'd wanted was my company, which she would have gained through marriage. Good thing I would've never married her.

Onew... Onew is in a hospital, where he'll get help. I'm waiting for the day I can visit him, but for now, the doctors say that he's too unstable to have visitors. Maybe that's the best way to go. After all, we both need time to heal.

Yesung and I still keep in touch. I've barely started to learn about him, but he's a nice guy. I've made my peace with the fact that Donghae had Taemin first, and I've even sent some funds to his restaurant. I wasn't there to see him receive it, but Yesung said that it was a good reaction.

As for Taemin's other brother, well... They're okay, I guess. They work for Yesung now, and they're going through behavior reformation, which is... Interesting. They're not exactly saints yet, though.

And the rest of this little family is moving along great. Jonghyun's in the kitchen, working on dinner. Key's here, annoyingly poking my sides. Taemin and I are cuddling, while Yoogeun's learning the lines of the movie.

And on Taemin's finger is a nice diamond ring to match the one on my own. I hope to join it with a gold one soon.

A/N—Almost done. Literally one more chapter to go~! And 2Min's engaged ;u;

Yes, Yoogeun, appa and appa are getting married!

More to come! Comments are love!!!