Friends Or Foes; The Choice Is Yours
Description
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It's not everyday Taemin wakes up to feel the warmth of another individual. The sweet musky smell of what had happened the night before still lingering. Or waking up to a fresh cup of coffee and a delicious breakfast, specially made just for him, a single white rose tucked in between a cute folded little paper note. It's been months since Taemin has been feeling such wonderful feelings. His best friend, Kibum, has always told him about this myth that is being in love. How amazing it is to have someone pamper you with so much care and love, to wake up and instead of a tired frown, a bright smile grace your lips, a sweet flutter to the old iceberg that is his heart. He has ever heard of being so happy, never had he experienced it firsthand till just couple of months ago. And he must admit, it's a good feeling. No, it's a wonderful feeling. He's not particularly saying he is in love, but it's close to it.
He wished he could tell Kibum all about it. That he's a believer of something he has been making fun of. That yes, he's like him now; smiling ridiculously for no apparent reason.
He'll probably be ecstatic for him. Maybe even ask to celebrate for his friend's new found happiness.
That is, if he doesn't reveal who the source of all his happiness is.
Kibum has always said what his was Taemin's. It's the perks of being best friends for such a long time.
He has always wonder, though if those words also applies to a certain bulky puppy eyes man.
It probably doesn't and Taemin isn't going to try to find out.
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Foreword
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"We kissed." Jonghyun state softly; carefully.
Taemin resist a roll of his eyes, like he didn't already know that.
"Can we not–"
"And I really enjoyed it. Did you?"
Taemin try to look anywhere but at the man in front of him who advanced closer towards him.
The conversation is getting dangerous. If he doesn't end it now, it'll become really bad.
When the younger man made no protest of any sort, Jonghyun settle his hands on his hips and drew him closer.
"Since it happened I haven't been able to get you off my mind. Your pretty face, y body, and I can't even start on your dancing skills,"
Taemin fought back a smile.
"They're all I've been thinking about. That's why I just had to come see you." Jonghyun whispered softly, cupping the younger man's cheek and bringing their faces closer.
"You know you can stop me." He breathe, lips barely an inch away from Taemin's.
He knows what he's doing is bad but he can't help it, he's attracted to the brunette.
And by the way Taemin reciprocate when they had kissed, he could tell their feelings were mutual and he wasn't opposed to it one bit. In fact, he seem like he encouraged it actually. By the way he was provocatively dancing in the club, knowing very well Jonghyun had his eyes on him.
"We shouldn't.." Taemin protest weakly, the last of his restrains crumbling. Jonghyun's breath was a weird mixture of mint and vodka, it smells intoxicating.
"Then stop me."
That puff of breath was the last push Taemin needed because he's then roughly attaching his lips to Jonghyun in a bruising kiss. Jonghyun swept him off his feet and head straight to the bedroom.
That was the very first time they slept together.
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