On a warm, early spring afternoon, Choi Minho, a 22-year old businessman, had very little to do so he decided to hop on his black Harley Davidson and drive down to the Han River just to look at the scenery. Minho, who is usually seen wearing the most expensive suits to his high paying job, was only wearing black skinny jeans, a simple yet stylish, white button down shirt that had the first two buttons undone, black combat boots, dark sunglasses, and a tailored, black, Italian leather jacket, one of his favorite outfits. Unlike his father and colleagues, Minho enjoyed wearing comfortable clothes and looking like a regular person not the heir to a highly successful stock broking company.

When he arrived at his destination, he parked his motorcycle, got off and walked down the walkway toward the railing overlooking the water. Minho sighed deeply, leaning over the railing and inhaled the crisp, cool air blowing from the waves of the choppy river.

Minho had always loved visiting the river but his demanding job up all of his free time as well as his weekdays. This was the first time in a long time that Minho was able to have an entire weekend to himself, doing nothing but things that he enjoyed and he was going to spend his time wisely.

Closing his eyes he listened to his surroundings; the chirping of mother birds feeding their young, the chatter of couples enjoying the time they spent together, children playing on the swings, slides and jungle gym of the playground nearby.

In the distance, Minho could hear the constant barking of many dogs, some shrill and sharp while others were strong and forceful. Turning his head in the direction of the sounds, he saw…him, the most beautiful teenage boy he’d ever seen, walking about eight or nine barking dogs down the pathway, struggling to make sure that none of the dogs got loose and ran away from him by having a secure grip on the cluster of leashes.

All Minho could do is stare in surprise at the boy’s strikingly feminine features that also showed hidden masculinity, his shining, long, brown hair tied into a high ponytail showing off his stunning face. The loose fitting, pale-yellow shirt layered above tight, hip-hugging skinny jeans, that accentuated his magnificent, model-esque figure, made his mouth water at the boy’s long, thin, dancer legs. Minho felt that his decision to come to the river may have just been fate wanting him to meet this pretty boy.

When the larger dogs began to pull harshly on their leashes was the same time that Minho snapped out of his dreamlike trance of staring at the unusual boy. He noticed how hard a time the dog walker was having controlling the animals so he decided that he would help him, with the ulterior motive of getting to know him in the process.

“Hey, do you need some help? They look like they’re a little too much for you to handle by yourself,” Minho asked kindly.

“No, its fine, I can hand-” Taemin stopped in the middle of his sentence when he finally looked up from concentrating on walking the dogs and stared in awe at the muscular specimen of a man in front of him with a glaring blush. He wondered where this Greek god replica came from out of the blue and why someone as hot as him would talk to a shy, introverted, high school senior.

“Are you sure because I would love to help out someone as attractive and sweet as you,” Minho said with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. Minho knew that he was laying his charisma and cheesiness on thick but he just had a feeling that getting to know this boy would be the best decision he ever made.

“I-I think that w-would be a g-good idea, thank you,” Taemin stuttered his response to the older man with a barely-visible, shy smile.

Looking at Taemin’s nervous face, Minho was convinced that he had officially fallen in love and was determined to be around the boy for as long as he possibly could. He had completely melted at the sight of this boy’s unintentional aegyo and sincere shyness. Minho stuck his hand out in front of Taemin and introduced himself slyly, “I’m Choi Minho and what’s your name cutie?”

Taemin blushed an even darker red at the flirty comment and took Minho’s hand hesitantly, “I’m Lee Taemin, M-Minho hyung.”

“Oh, Minho hyung? How old are you Taemin-ah?” Minho asked; eagerly wanting to keep a conversation going with young Lee Taemin and learn as much as he could about this unbearably adorable boy.

“I-I’m only eighteen,” Taemin said looking down at the dogs that were growing restless with standing idly while Minho and Taemin had their conversation. Minho also noticed the dogs’ eagerness to be active so he took five of the leashes from Taemin and began walking way with the skinny boy following quickly behind to catch up. “Well, I’m only twenty-two, Taemin-ah, did you think that I was an old ahjussi?” he chuckled. Taemin just looked at the sidewalk, embarrassed at his slip up and Minho thought that he’d never seen such a cute sight.

About fifteen minutes passed of the two just walking; Taemin gave Minho constant shy glances and would blush profusely about his luck of meeting a man as extraordinary as Minho. On the other hand, Minho looked at Taemin without the younger boy being aware and examined every part of him; he discovered that Taemin was a genuinely sweet boy in the short amount of time that he had spent with him. Minho wanted to get into the brunette’s head so he could learn as much as possible about the object of his affection.

Growing impatient with not talking to Taemin, Minho broke the uncomfortable silence with a question that had been on his mind ever since he heard the angelic boy’s melodic voice, “Taemin-ah, do you want to go out with me for coffee… or dinner maybe?”

“Uh, Minho hyung, I have to take the dogs back to their owners before I can do anything,” Taemin said in a timid, flustered voice; his cheeks glowing a bright pink.

“That’s fine I can wait, I’ll even go with you if you want. So what do you say, will you go out with me?” Minho asked; flashing his irresistible, noona-killer smile to seal the deal. When Taemin didn’t answer, Minho began to get worried that he would be rejected by the beautiful boy next to him and his smile slowly left his face.

“Well, I guess that’ll be okay…… you really don’t mind waiting for me?” Taemin answered somewhat reluctantly, looking up at Minho with those damn adorable, innocent eyes that killed Minho every time he looked at the smaller boy.

“Of course, not my adorable dongsaeng, waiting for you will never be difficult for me,” Minho, while silently gagging at his own cheesiness, smiled again at an already grinning Taemin as they reached the end of the extensive footpath. 

Minho and Taemin spent the rest of the day together when all of the dogs were home safely and Taemin was paid by each dog’s owner. They had both coffee and dinner together that evening at a quaint, little café bistro in downtown Seoul, huddled up in a corner booth in the back of the restaurant. Their time was spent laughing and getting to know each other better while savoring their delicious meals.

Minho learned that Taemin was a senior in high school, who dreamed of becoming a professional dancer, worked as a dog walker to earn extra spending money, had two small dogs of his own named Adam and Eve, loved his parents and older brother very much, and spent most of his time with his slightly-older, best friend, Kibum – or as he liked to call him – his diva Key umma. Taemin discovered that the attractive stranger was an intern in his father’s stock broking firm, had an older brother, loved football and basketball (he swam on occasion too). He, like Taemin, also spent most of his time with his two older best friends, Jonghyun – the dinopuppy, and Onew – the chicken fanatic, and his motorcycle - Jessie - was his most prized possession since he bought her with his first paycheck.

Both males thought that they were destined to be together because of their undeniable and instantaneous chemistry. So, at the end of the night, Minho asked Taemin something that he had been thinking about since they shared their first romantic kiss under the stars.

“Taemin-ah?” Minho voiced the question quietly; as if saying it too loud would wake him from this blissful dream he was certain that he was living in.

“Yes, Minho hyung?” Taemin said; looking over in Minho’s direction after ripping his eyes away from the beautiful lights in the night’s sky.

“Could you… maybe… would you be my boyfriend?” Minho asked nervously for the first time in his life; somehow being around Taemin zapped his charismatic flame straight out of him leaving him speechless and gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Sitting in the middle of an open field in the park near Taemin’s house when Minho offered to walk him home, Taemin stared at Minho, astonished by the question he asked so shamelessly; since they had only known each other for about six hours, he had no clue how he should respond. But strangely, as Taemin thought about the situation, he found that he had been waiting for him to ask that since their shaky introductions.

Taemin smiled his signature delightful smile and said, “I would love to be your boyfriend, Minho hyung.”

At that moment, Minho thought that nothing in his life could be better than right now: a gorgeous boy - that he spent the entire day with - had just agreed to be his boyfriend and they were snuggled up sheltered by the dark shade of the crisp night. Taemin’s head rested on Minho’s left shoulder and his right hand moved to grasp his new boyfriend’s left bicep while Minho’s head moved to leaned on top of Taemin’s. Minho vowed that from then on, he would always protect Taemin and make sure that he knew just how much he was loved and cherished.    

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“Minho hyung, how much do you love me?” Taemin asks his boyfriend of four years; as he lifted his head from Minho’s broad, chest to look up at his handsome face with hopeful doe eyes, all while being embraced in his lover’s dependable arms. After a night of intimate, intense passion and becoming one, the love birds were lying comfortably on their large, king-sized, canopy bed (in their shared loft apartment) enjoying being wrapped in the warmth of their love.

Since the day they met, the two men were inseparable. Their love for each other grew by the second, minute, hour, day…year – their love became immeasurable, the envy of their friends and family. To Minho, there are no words that can describe how much Taemin means to him. Minho’s love for his sweet Taemin is boundless and he could not imagine living his life without his presence. Nothing is more important to Minho than being with his exquisite love and Taemin’s feelings reflect Minho’s just as strongly.

Minho looked down at his sweet boyfriend’s face, his , upper body resting comfortably on Minho’s chest with their - equally as bare - legs intertwined, and gave the petite boy a warm, loving smile and a peck on the lips.

“I don’t think words can accurately describe my love for you, Taemin-ah.” Minho says, looking back up at the ceiling beginning to his Minnie’s arm softly.

“From your head to your toes, you’re perfection in itself. Your hair is always so soft and smooth it’s hard for me not to run my fingers through it. Your creamy, supple skin is one of my weaknesses and I can’t resist touching every part of you when we make love. Your chocolate brown eyes mesmerize me, whether you’re happy or sad, they are the windows to your soul. Your lips… god, your lips are my addiction, I could kiss them day and night and never tire of their delicious taste.” Minho kissed Taemin sweetly for a minute on his plump, cherry red (from continuous kissing and ) lips before continuing.

 “Your body is like nothing I’ve seen before, nobody compares to your body; you must have been sculpted by gods to have such subtle yet tempting curves. I live my fantasies whenever you let me run my hands along your taut, shapely body because Touch ‘N You is my favorite thing to do.” He stated, while his big, warm hands smoothed themselves up and down the sides of Taemin’s hour-glass shaped torso.

“Your legs, ever since I met you, I’ve dreamt about those beautiful, long, lean legs and muscular thighs being wrapped around my waist while I give you pleasure. Your cute, perky, little has got to be the highlight of our passion-filled nights together; I can never stop myself from rubbing those soft mounds of flesh with my hands. I’m day dreaming about it, look how easily you baby, just from describing my favorite parts of you, I'm getting all worked up.” Minho slowly moved his hands from Taemin’s shoulders, down the arch of his spine and on to his round, unclothed bottom, squeezing the firm cheeks in his hands to emphasize his point.

“When I’m not with you, I think about you all day, how much I miss your touch, taste, scent, sight, and voice. You’re my flawless, gorgeous Taeminnie and I have loved nothing and no one as much as I love you and I never will. Not even my motorcycle can take your place in my heart and you know how much I love Jessie,” Minho chuckled. After his heartfelt speech, Minho looked back down at his precious dongsaeng’s face and saw Taemin’s mouth agape, eyes teary, and a ravishing, crimson blush blossom across his full, cherubic checks demonstrating how uncomfortable he was with all of the intimate touching and admiration of his body.

“Why must you always embarrass me, Minho? You’re so cheesy,” Taemin laughed and smiled, speaking in a quiet, playful voice. A crystal tear slid down his right cheek and he wiped it away quickly, hoping Minho did not notice him getting emotional, but another one made a trail down his opposite cheek and Minho leaned toward Taemin’s face to kiss the salty tear from Taemin’s porcelain-colored cheek.  

Minho smiled affectionately at Taemin, still amazed at the boy’s timid responses to his compliments. Regardless of how long they have been together, Taemin never seemed to get used to his older boyfriend’s praise, always feeling self-conscious.

“That’s the only way that I’m able to express my feelings for you, all of them are cheesy and sappy but I can’t help it when it comes to you. You mean so much to me, Taebaby. Now that I know what it’s like being with you every day, if I ever lost you I would be completely lost without you.” Minho stated sincerely, while staring deeply into the love of his life’s enchanting, chocolate eyes without ever looking away.

“I love how special you make me feel and I love you just as much, if not more, than you love me. I’ve never experienced love like this from anyone and now that I have, I don’t think I could ever get used to anything less.” Taemin smiled at Minho’s touched expression and leaned into Minho’s large, soft hand that cradled his chubby cheek.

“It looks my cheesiness is rubbing off on you, Minnie,” Minho laughed heartily, bringing a bashful smile to his lovely boyfriend’s round face.

Taemin slapped Minho’s chest with little force, “Stop teasing me,” Taemin giggled, “I meant everything I said because you’re everything to me.” Becoming flustered yet again, Taemin buried his burning cheeks in Minho’s chest to hide his embarrassment.

With those words, Minho’s heart beat steadily beneath his ribs at just how lucky he was to find someone as amazing and charming as his Taebaby. He pulled Taemin up to his face – tilting his chin up with two fingers, his body completely on top of Minho’s, wrapping his arms securely around the younger boy’s thin waist and kissed him deeply, Taemin placing on hand on Minho’s shoulder and the other in his short, spiky, black hair.

Their lips moved slowly, sensually, against each other‘s. Tongues winding around in the warm caverns of their mouths and heads tilting from side to side, simply enjoying the time that they rarely were able to spend together because of their grueling careers.

As their lips finally separated, Minho looked at Taemin once again with only the fondest of feelings for the fragile boy on top of him, hugging his body close, never wanting to let go. Minho knew when he met Taemin that warm, spring afternoon that his life would change, and it did, but only for the better. And being able to touch his petite lover was the only thing he really wanted to do for the rest of his life.

A/N: Yay!!! I finished my first fan fiction ever!!! xD OMG, I’m so happy and giddy I don’t know what to do with myself. :DDDD I know that Minho and Taemin’s lines are so cheesy and cliché that it can make you want to puke fluffy rainbows and clouds… but extreme fluff and suffocating romance is what I do best ;) [My is a bit iffy; I can only work with slight :P]. Excuse any grammar and spelling errors that may be in the text and DON’T plagiarize my work!! Please comment and subscribe if you like it, and let me know what I need to work on in the future when writing a one-shot or chaptered story (if I write one), if there’s anything that should be changed. Thank you so much for reading!!! <3

*NOTE: the bold words in the second half are slightly modified lyrics - to fit the story - from the inspired song (mostly Usher’s parts) which is located - in full - in the forward.