Part Eleven

Taemin seemed distant and bothered so I tried to give him his space to cool off by not talking. That didn’t stop me from stealing glances at him, though. I couldn’t help but look sideways and stare at his incredibly smooth skin. Those chubby cheeks I just want to nibble on. But that’s not what I should be thinking about because he seems angry. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s turned away from me, his body facing the door as he stares out the window, elbow perched on the door handle to support his face.

Almost too quickly I arrived at the company’s parking lot. “Baby?” I try softly, because Taemin didn’t seem to notice we had gotten here yet. He turns to me after I call him though, looking somewhat surprised.

“What?”

“We’re here,” I inform him and he shakes his head to look around and realize that we had, infact, arrived.

“Thanks,” He breathes out with attitude and it amazes me just how little he has to say and still manages to make it sound so condescending. He makes a move to open his car door, but before he can manage to do so I lock the doors, which only leads to him giving me a bewildered stare. “Do you mind?” 

Does he? If he doesn’t get rid of that attitude I swear I’ll shove him down in that seat and show him who he’s dealing with. 

Okay, Minho, calm down, that is not the answer.

“Baby,” I try instead, my voice soft,

“Unlock the door,” he orders, no longer facing, instead glaring at the space in front of him.

“Baby, talk to me,”

“Oh my god, will you just let me go you jerk!” He finally explodes, yelling at me, but I still have no idea what is going on.

“Baby, will you please just tell me what’s your problem?”

“Oh my god! Stop calling me that! How am I supposed to act mad at you when you look so freaking gorgeous, what is in the water you drink? What in the world makes you look so goddamn fine! And then you call me ‘baby’ so sweetly, what am I supposed to do? I can’t do anything but get butterflies in my stomach!” It was funny, really, because he was yelling, and he was most definitely mad, but all I could see was my adorable baby throwing an adorable tantrum. I just wanted to hold him.

“Baby,” I repeat softly, my voice amused, “how about you just tell me what I did that is so bad so that I could hurry up and fix it and make my baby happy again?” He was glaring at me as I spoke, but even then I couldn’t help but find his pretty little eyes adorable. His lips were jutted out and red in a pout and I just wanted to kiss it away.

He finally sighs in defeat and shuffles around, in one swift movement draping his leg over mine so that he was straddling me now. He places his arms around my neck, face inches away from mine, “You give me so many problems, but the most important at the moment is this,” he whispers, rolling his surprisingly hard crotch over mine to make his point.

“, baby, does being mad at me turn you on too?” This was a new one.

“No, I told you to stop calling me baby,” he half-whispers his reply, head hanging low as he moves his hips in a circular motion against mine.

“I thought you said it gave you butterflies!”

“It does, and then they go straight to my because hearing you call me that only makes me want to call you daddy in return,” he rushed his sentence to lean down and give me a kiss that I couldn’t help but elongate. His lips were so soft and delicious, I never wanted to stop kissing him.Plus, even if I wasn't before, how could I not when he was telling me all these things? 

This is how it always was. I never even imagine any of these things, but once Taemin places it in my mind I have no choice but to want it too.

But, I had to push him away, because I needed to know what was bothering him and hormones was not going to get in the middle of that. “Well, can you tell daddy what made you miss most of school and got you so mad at me for?”

“I-I have the concert this weekend and I really wanted to ask you to come see me,” he mumbles, looking down, away from me, but I don’t understand.

“Well you know I’d drop my whole schedule to go see you, baby. What’s wrong?” 

“Well, you need tickets and I really wanted you to get backstage access too so I went around asking if I could get one, but when I looked at the guest list your name was already there… as Kai’s guest.” He finished explaining, his face filled with disgust. I give him a quick kiss so that he can lose the frown before answering.

“Yeah, he invited me, but you know if I go you’re the only one I’ll see. You shine brighter than anyone there.”

“Well, I was mad at that, but also when I showed up to class…  you heard what those girls said and you didn’t say anything. When we were actually dating you would have punched them I swear-”

“‘Actually dating’?” I couldn't help but be offended by that. What the hell where we doing here then? Was I just his ing toy to get his ual frustrations out on?

“W-well, I don’t know what we are. One day we’re friends the next we’re suddenly dating?”

“I thought we never broke up?”

“Well, we did, technically we did, right? If not sleeping with other people would be cheating,” Was his bright response. Is he truly that dense to think that would be what I wanted to hear?

I am not a forceful guy, not at all, and I don’t think I get angry easily either, so why did this tick me off so incredibly much? He had only said one sentence but it made my blood boil and without wanting to, I got just a tad bit aggressive, I think so anyway, by Taemin’s small gasp as I rotated our positions, pushing him down into my seat as I hovered over him.

He was looking up at me in shock  and I can’t say how I looked, but I was sure my stare was scaring him a bit. But that didn’t matter, not right now anyway. 

He didn’t have to bring it up, but he did, and even though I already knew, knew all too well, the thought of my baby sleeping with others only made me hurl in disgust, made me all too possessive and all that I knew is I had to make Taemin mine again, claim him as mine because he was mine.

That’s all that was going through my mind as I leaned down and kissed him. I wanted to do more- claim him completely, but even I knew that wasn’t wise at the given situation and moment.

“I can’t think about it,” I whisper as I pull away, only after being somewhat satisfied with his lips on mine. It wasn't enough, but taking Taemin in my car simply because I was jealous didn't seem like a decent thing to do.

“What are you talking about?” Taemin replies, slightly panting.

“You and other people, I can’t think about it,” Why can't he get that?

“I wasn’t talking about me, I was talking about you, Mr. for grades,” Taemin retorts and that only leaves me confused and oh my god, was he trying to make me angry?

Me? No. I didn’t nearly care about my grades that much, plus I wouldn’t sleep with someone for such little in return- wow. I never thought about this before, but I guess this means I would sleep with someone for much more… not the point! What is he talking about?

“I don’t sleep with my teachers, thank you very much.”

“I’m just supposed to act like you and Mrs. Kwon don’t flirt everyday in class?” Taemin’s voice began getting angry and defensive again, but I really didn’t understand why. “And how come I’m known as the school because a couple guys keep seeing me at clubs when you’re the one that took a new girl to a date every weekend!”

“Taemin- it’s not my fault people call you out for going around! If you didn’t want people talking about it maybe you shouldn’t go around doing it! Maybe I should let you in on a little tip here, but just because you go on a date DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO SLEEP WITH THE PERSON. So excuse me for being a gentleman and not sleeping with any of my dates! Call me a prude, but I just think it’s more normal to not sleep with someone on the first date!” I wasn’t trying to yell back, because I knew that to reach an understanding someone had to be the level-headed one, but I couldn’t be the one, not when I think of all the countless times Taemin has been spotted at clubs, leaving with a new guy every time. And I was supposed to feel guilty about having a nice dinner with a girl? Or sending flirty eyes to my teacher? Maybe the last one was morally wrong, but at least I wasn't sleeping or touching any of them!

I expected him to yell back in return, but instead he just stared up at me angrily, somewhat pensive, but I couldn’t tell what exactly he was thinking about. This wasn’t the time, but I began realizing that holding myself up by my arms like this was becoming a workout.

“Y-you didn’t sleep with any of those girls?” His voice had calmed down a bit, the question coming out somewhat apprehensive.

“I’m sorry I can’t think of sleeping with just anyone,”

“What about Mrs. Kwon?” 

“Why would I sleep with her? I flirt around with her because it’s the only class I have you in and sometimes she does me small favors like taking you and Yesung off the same team for class projects.”

“Y-you’re the one that put us together for the project?” Taemin is looking at me surprised and I can’t believe I just let that part slip out.

“I-I- Well, the plan wasn’t for us to be in the group together, I just didn’t want you sleeping with him and stuff,”

“Did you- did you plan this whole thing? To get us dating again?” 

I didn’t, but the way he asked the question only left me with anger. What, like if I had that would have been such a bad thing? Was it truly that bad for me to have wanted us to get back together? Why did it suddenly seem like I'm the only one who cared about this relationship while all Taemin does is think about our next adventure?

Was I really just being used for my body here? 

With someone as beautiful as Taemin that should be a compliment to me, I'm a guy after all, it's expected for me to think of this as an ideal situation. But I can't think about it like that, it hurts. Even if others would laugh at me for saying this, I feel used. And maybe if I didn't love Taemin so much just being friends with benefits wouldn't hurt so much, but the fact is I do ing love this brat. I still love him. I was an idiot to think that I could hate him no matter how bratty he got. But right now... all I am is hurt.

I truly didn't know something like would be that much more important to him than... well, me. Even if in the past, didn't he love me at one point too? 

But now that we've come this far, I can't go back. I can't go back to simply not knowing him, because honestly that would hurt more. 

So, fine, if all he wants is , then that's all I can do.

I didn’t have much time to reply anyways, as both of our attentions were pulled to the car window as someone began knocking on it frantically. 

“Crap,” Taemin muttered, immediately banging on my chest in attempts to push me off, but it was a small space and simply getting off didn’t work like that so instead I put down the window, 

“Yes?”

“Do you mind not ing in our parking lot? Thanks. This is high class people her- Taemin?” The woman on the other side began lecturing us, but stopped as she took a good look at my baby Taemin. She did not look happy.

“H-hi…” Came Taemin’s sheepish reply, cheeks blazing red at what I’m assuming is the embarrassing position we were currently in.

“What are you doing here, practice isn’t until another two hours? And why are you in the middle of ing in our parking lot?" Her eyes only became that much more dark as she glared at him, expecting an explanation. 

This time Taemin actually surprised me with his force, as he managed to push me off to the other seat, which  by the way, ouch, before sitting up and hurriedly replying, "It's not what it looks like at all. We're just friends. We were certainly not about to do anything like that! I was just-"

Just friends. 

I was right, this wasn't anything more to him. I must be the biggest idiot on this planet.

"As long as that's true, it's fine. Just don't get caught in such misinterpreting positions again. You'll get kicked out in an instance if you do." She didn't bother waiting to hear a response before walking away, her high heels clicking loudly against the concrete as the car was filled with silence instead.

"Minho-" Taemin tried to speak up, his body now turning to me, but I stopped him. Excuses I didn't want to hear because I knew anything that came out of his mouth I'd believe and looking at those pretty little eyes (that I ing hate) I can't let that happen again.

"Forget it. You better go in, before she thinks something else is going on here." I urge him out with my hands and he gives me a wide smile before leaning in to kiss me.

"Thanks for understanding!" he replies, getting off in a hurry and leaving.

Understanding? I don't. 

I may not have hated Lee Taemin before, but I sure as hell am starting to now.

A/N:

So............... I'm sure these days are busy for everyone too right? Or difficult...

Honestly I am so sorry to all of you. But I was having a hard time recently. My visa expired last month and I was truly scared of getting caught. Being locked up in a cage and mistreated isn't really something I was looking forward too...

Plus, because of it I kind of lost my jobs.. and then this quarantine hit and pretty much messed up my schooling..... not to mention mental health....

basically lots of problems here and there, but I am trully so sorry for not being able to update until now. 

Please forgive me and comment what you think because that's truly what gives me motivation to write next chapter.... 

see you soon?