Posted on 7 Jan 2015

“Come in, Tae. Make yourself at home.” Minho said courteously as he invited the maknae in.

His room was simple, with a large bed and an old piano in the corner. There was no chairs so they both settled comfortably on the ground.

“You look angry.” Minho chuckled lightly, “Had a fight with Jinki?”

Trust Minho to know the youngest so well, “He’s unreasonable, and stupid, and an idiot! A jerk!”

The pianist laughed louder, pleased at the course of events. He reached for two cups of milk on his bedside table.

“Here. I made these before you came. It’s hot milk and helps us to sleep.” Minho placed it in front of Taemin, gesturing for him to drink up.

Without reservations, Taemin took it and gulped it down. His mouth mumbling ‘Jinki’s an idiot!’ repeatedly. If anything, Taemin best knew the kind of loneliness his friend would be feeling, given that he's pretty familiar with it himself. Minho looked at the cute boy before him, his mind already rehearsing how this night would play out. He watched Taemin drink the drugged beverage with no reservations, and it wouldn’t take long before the hypnotics would work its effect.

Sure enough, the younger felt his hand go unsteady and his head dizzy with fatigue. Taemin drunkenly excused himself and flopped on the cosy bed, picking out his clothes from his bag to change. Not thinking too much about changing in front of Minho, he quickly removed his shirt over his head and started to button up his pyjama top. No sooner had he fastened the third button from the bottom, he fell back on the mushy pillow, unable to keep awake anymore.

Minho watched the whole scene play and his lips. This was going easier than he’d expected. He got up and voted for a quick shower.

Corgi was never missing, he was just leashed up hidden in the huge wooden cupboard beside the bed. The dog barked a few times when he heard shuffling into the room, but Taemin was too occupied to catch it behind the soundproofing. Minho opened the closet door to pick a pair of pants, and the puppy immediately jumped up to greet his owner, showing his unwavering love and loyalty. But his cruel master had no intention to shower him back with affections, he brutally kicked the puppy by his stomach, sending him to a corner whimpering.

“C-Cor-ggi…” Taemin managed to utter out, stirred by the barks and whines, “He-he came back.”

“Taeminnie,” The name sounded cheap when Minho says it, “Corgi was never missing.”

“To hell if I would care about that stupid dog in the first place. Remember when I said my mother picked it up because he looked adorable yet pitiful? Well, that’s how I thought about you too.”

“It was provoking to know that Jinki had picked you up earlier, but you were dumb enough to leave him and get close to me. You had it coming, didn’t you?”
 

Minho got in bed and straddled Taemin, his dark shadows casting over the vulnerable boy. His right hand shifted to caress through Taemin’s fluffy hair and down his pretty face. It trailed down to brush upon his neck and collarbone, feeling up every bit of the pale skin that was rarely even exposed to the sun.

“All those time I pretended to be interested in your childish complaints and naïve adoration, I really only wanted you to start trusting me. You confided in me, showed me your weaknesses, and it only thrilled me more to see Jinki worked up over our meetings. All the effort I put in just so I could have you in my arms, on a night like this.”

The younger squirmed under the tall man, too shaky from the alcohol in his head to even struggle. Despite so, he was conscious of the intense dislike for the way Minho was touching him so tenderly.

“S-stop it, do-don’t touch…” Taemin croaked out, eyes dampening.

The pianist, with his elegant fingers, inched into the bared out chest where Taemin didn’t button up. He fondled around, with each his pants tightened. Minho didn’t waste time to rub at where he thought would bring out the most reaction in the wriggling boy beneath him. With his thumb, he kneaded over a soft bud. His heart jumped in ecstasy when Taemin let out an oppressed moan, what only encouraged his advances.

Before he could rip the rest of Taemin’s clothes off, he was pulled back by a heavy force. He yelped.

“You bastard!” Jinki roared, clearly enraged seeing the situation they were in.

He quickly helped the maknae put his clothes back on properly, grabbing him up into his embrace. The other instantly wrapped his arms behind the eldest’s neck, digging himself into his chest.  

"He wanted this, he came to me first." Minho said calmly as he picked himself up.

Jinki held Taemin tighter, his teeth gritting together as he glared at the pianist. His mind was going crazy and he was losing composure.

"Did he really think I invited him over for an innocent sleepover?" Minho smirked, "With a face like his, I was really surprised you haven't taken him the first night. If he came onto me like he did to you, I would have used that body every night to my heart's content!"

Taemin cringed in further, his fingers clutching against the jacket of Jinki. His tears flowed as he thought about all the time he spent with Minho, how he was so honest and candid with the elder, only to hear him feel the opposite now. It brought a sour feeling to his heart. Jinki wrapped his arm around his husband's head, down through his hair to soothe him. That was also his way to resist the urge to use violence against the other taller man.

"Look at that creamy fair skin, it felt nice when I touched him earlier. So soft and smooth. Oh, Jinki hyung, he especially liked it when I rubbed his s, he-"

Jinki swiftly got up, clenched his fist hard and threw a punch on the left side of Minho's face. Nobody gets away easy for humiliating his precious Taemin like that. The eldest sat his weight down on Minho when he fell flat and continued his assault; he grabbed him by his shirt on one hand and hit him again with the other. He was thoroughly pushed too far to care about any consequences and gave the man under him no chance to retaliate. Until Taemin started screaming for his hyung to stop.

"O-Onew hyung! I want to go home, let's g-go home!" His sobs muffled and frightened.

The eldest stopped reluctantly, now focused on Taemin. He got up easily and gave a last kick to the right side of Minho, then grabbed the maknae harshly by his wrist to bring him home. He dragged the younger home, the whole walk back was silent and intimidating. Taemin scolded himself over and over again, for being blind to the malicious intent of Minho, and blatantly dismissing Jinki's concern for him. He should've been more careful, and it was stupid that he hadn't chose to listen to the Onew hyung that always looked out for him. It should be engraved in his brain by now that the only other person that cared for him most after his parents was Jinki, no one else.

By the time they got home, it was late into the night. They both moved quietly upstairs back into their room. Jinki still hasn't spoken a word to the younger, only commanded that he go “get some rest”, and himself headed straight to the bathroom for a bath and a change of clothes. Taemin, other than the ongoing internal self-reprimanding session, he got himself ready for bed and scooted in to his side of the bed. He laid on his side, facing the bathroom door, waiting for Jinki to come out so he could properly apologise to him. 

Taemin's eyelids grew heavy hearing the gushes of water from the shower, lulling him to sleep. The door finally clicked open and he soon felt weight on the bed beside him. Jinki smells fresh and he warmed up the space under their comforter. The younger shifted closer to the warmth like moth to light. 

"Tae," Jinki began.

"Onew hyung...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was rude to you..." Taemin interrupted, struggling to string his words together in his drowsy state, "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you...I should've stayed home like you wanted me to, then none of this would've happened."

"Taemin-ah, it's fine. I'm just glad you are safe and sound." He turned over slightly to pull the younger into his arms, caressing through his hair and his face, "I should be saying sorry, I didn't know you were lonely. I didn't know I made you feel like I chose work over you."

"I'll choose you over anything, any day. Make sure you know that." Jinki kissed Taemin's forehead lovingly, noticing that the latter was snoozing softly already.

"I'm glad for being the worrywart that I am, seeking you out so late at night." He chuckled weakly.

He loosened his hold as Taemin turned in his sleep to a more comfortable position. He couldn't help but focus on the unfastened button of Taemin's top. An unknown sense of possessiveness grew in him, the more he thought about it, the more irritated he got.

"Tae, this is exactly the reason why I can't allow myself to sleep over and even to sleep in the same bed with you. Since we were young, you always fall so deep asleep you become so defenseless and unaware."

Jinki felt his control dwindling the longer he looked at the peaceful sleeping face of his husband. He couldn't help but wonder what face the younger made on the night of their marriage. He started layering kisses on his temple, his nose, his cheek, and he also stole kisses from Taemin's lips.

"I hate that Minho got to see you like this. I absolutely detest it." Jinki growled lowly beside Taemin's ear, "I hate how he dared to imagine doing unspeakable things to you, exactly the same way I'm thinking of you right now."

The elder found his hand creeping into Taemin's shirt, feeling up ever part of skin he could reach. He brushed past the sensitive bud Minho already touched, and that made him aroused himself. He snapped at the realisation and forcefully tugged open Taemin's shirt to leave an angry bruise on his chest, marking what he owned.

Taemin shifted uneasily and his eyebrows knotted.

He let out a groan of displeasure, "Stop..don't..."

"." Jinki stopped at once.

He called Minho a scum, and yet he's doing the exact horrible act to Taemin. The guilt of reminding the younger of the earlier incident shrouded him as he continued to cursed himself. He promptly removed from his compromising position and helped button Taemin's shirt up. Looks like it's another night on the couch. 

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