Taemin’s hair dripped, leaving droplets to run down his body. He sat, slouched and in a distressed state right in the middle of a running fountain which spewed litre after litre of neon pink, dyed water. The only thing masking his lower region was the misty liquid. At this point, his vivid, running eyeliner stained his cheeks a bright purple.

                A camera shutter would go off in rapid succession, between adjustments.

                “Kitten, you look great. Just a few more.” Minho assured him.

                “You know, it’s a bit concerning that you’ve been staring at my body for the past four hours and haven’t gotten hard or wanted to play.”

                “I’m focused.” The older boy laughed. “Have you been thinking about that? Because you haven’t been showing anything either under all that water.”

                “It’s been on my mind every now and then.” Taemin admitted casually.

                “Honey, smudge the mascara again. Make it kind of like… war paint?” Nodding, Taemin pressed his three fingers against his nose, smudging them outwards, leaving three horizontal lines across his face. Posing in a few more positions, he let Minho photograph him. “Ah, you’re so perfect. Okay, one more and… we’re done! Good work baby, you did so well!”

                As Taemin was handed a robe and stepped out, a girl walked in, one Taemin had only seen once the very first time he had modelled for Taemin. “You sound so endearing, Minho. ‘Kitten’, ‘Honey’, ‘Baby’, where does it end?” She laughed.

                “It never, ever ends. Now get out, he’s .” Minho chuckled, tying the belt around Taemin’s waist extra tight.

                “I got to do, Minho. I can’t be making my schedule to compliment yours. Why is it that whenever we’re in the same room together, I’m the one that has to leave?” She asked, throwing a crumpled up piece of paper at his head.

                “Because I’m always here first!” He yelled back, tossing it at her.

                Sticking her tongue out at the elder, she turned towards Taemin, smiling. “Nice to see you again, Taemin. Stay beautiful.”

                With that, and a can of hairspray, she left.

                “She’s so bold.” Taemin laughed.

                “I’ve never introduced you two properly, but I told her a lot about you.”

                He blushed. “I want a kiss.” The brunette said, pouting his lips.

                “I can give you hundreds of kisses.”

                “Even thousands?”

                “Even millions.”

                “Then I want billions.”

                “I’ll give you trillions if you close your eyes.”

                “Give me them all.”

                Taemin was sitting in the tub, facing the wall as his back was being scrubbed viciously.

                “Taemin, it’s not coming off!” Jongin whined, water swishing as he adjusted himself. “Your skin is still pink on the back!”

                “That’s fine then.  You’ve been going at it for an hour, if it hasn’t worked by now, it won’t. I’m sure it’ll come off within the next few days. Hopefully.”

                Sighing, Jongin shrugged, lying back into the hot water. Taemin turned over, resting his head on the younger boy’s chest. “Hyung, tell me about your day.” Jongin requested.

                “Well, you know, I just went to model for one of Minho’s projects and then we went out for dinner. How about you?”

                “I watched TV all day, just waiting for you to come home I guess.”

                “All day? Couldn’t you just call a friend and spend time with them?”

                “I only want you.”

                “You need friends.”

                “Well what are you then?”

              Opening his mouth to argue, Taemin left the conversation there, quietly laughing to himself. “Okay, okay, you win.”

                They heard the lock on the door upstairs click and then footsteps. Soon Minho was yelling “Taemin! I bought some cheesecake; do you want a slice now or later?”

                The brunette sat up instantly, a smile erupting on his face. “I want one now! I’ll be down in a few minutes!” Jongin watched as he stumbled out, nearly slipping as he got a towel and ran to get dressed. The younger boy followed the same string of actions, finding himself alongside Taemin in the bedroom. “Hyung, you always just go running the moment Minho calls you.”

                “I do the same for you, don’t I?” He asked, slipping on a black shirt that Jongin recognized as Minho’s, far too oversized for the brunette.

                “Not if Minho is the other choice.”

                Taemin smiled and that was enough to make the younger boy’s heart flutter. It made it feel even stranger when the elder’s thin finger landed on his bottom lip, outlining it. “You look cute when you pout.” He said before winking and running out to meet his lover.

                “Taemin…” Jongin whined to himself, “if you tease me like that, I’ll end up jumping on you and making you mine…” Sighing, he got dressed and walked down the stairs, meeting the view of Taemin on his tippy toes, peppering Minho’s face with kisses.

                “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re my favourite, Hyung.”

                “If I’m so amazing, maybe we can skip out on plates and I can just eat this cake off of you instead.”

                “I just took a bath.” He giggled, Minho’s lips tickling his neck. Once he spotted Jongin, he pulled away, clapping his hands. “Minho bought cake! Um, do you want a slice?”

                “I’d love one. As long as you’re the one I get it from.” He leaned in for a kiss, but his lips landed on some knuckles. When he opened his eyes, he noticed Minho’s hand between their mouths, a smirk and raised eyebrow decorating his face. “If you want a kiss, I’m offering.” The elder shot at him in an icy tone.

                “No thanks. I prefer someone like Taemin. You know, soft lips, small frame, pale inner thighs, blushing lower half that smells like strawberries after he showers.”

                “Jongin, don’t say that!” The brunette interjected.

                “Are you sure that’s not just the lube me and him use every night?”

                “Minho, stop fueling the fire…” He tried interrupting again.

                “I don’t think so, I mean, it’s at its strongest right after I start him. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s just hormones.”

                “Too bad you wouldn’t know how tight he is while you him senseless until four in the morning.”

                “Don’t worry, in case you forgot, me and Taemin share our bedroom. Spreading his legs as easily as I can, I’ll be sure to wake you up in the middle of the night with his moans.”

                “You ing try.”

                “I ing will!”

                “Guys, can you stop!” Taemin yelled, uncomfortably standing between the two as they argued.

                “I bet I can get him hornier way fast than you!” Jongin continued.

                “You can’t even get into his pants, Jongin! Who are you trying to fool?!”

                “I don’t need to fool anyone! I got him hard so many times!”

                “I swear to God-” Minho began and Taemin knew he was growing genuinely angry.

                “Okay, that’s enough!” The brunette decided for everyone. He grabbed Jongin’s arm and dragged the boy away, leading him up the stairs. “Jongin, you can’t do that!” He stated sternly, clearly upset. Being pushed up against the wall though, Jongin began lathering him in passionate kisses, stealing him from Minho for as long as he could, even if it only ended up being a few seconds. “I hate seeing you and Minho like that.” He mumbled against his neck.

                “I… know… but you can’t just pick at fights like that…”

                “I want you. I want you to kiss me. You’ll say you can’t, but I can. And I know you can too because you did and you were my boyfriend and we were going to make love until he- until Minho came and messed everything up!” He said, aligning his lips with Taemin’s in a sensual kiss. “And I- I hate it because it’s not fair! You’ve been my best friend forever… there’s nothing about you that I don’t know! You’re… mine…”

                “But Jongin… I’m not… I’m not yours… I’m with Minho. I’m his, heart and soul. I’ve been his for over a year, and yeah, we had a falling out, but I haven’t been happier. I want to marry him and raise a kid with him and have a family and home and grow old with him and I just- I love him. I don’t- I love you Jongin, but not the same way I love him. Or maybe- no. No, there can’t be any exceptions.”

                “You do love me the same way! Somewhere deep inside there, you love me back the same way you love Minho and that’s why you haven’t been able to reject me properly this whole time! That’s why you close your eyes every time I kiss you and that’s why you hold my hand before you fall asleep! It’s why you hold me so tightly when we’re alone and it’s why… It’s why you haven’t pulled away.” He finished, leaving Taemin to notice the distance between them and how it hadn’t changed a bit on both of their behalves.

                “N-no, Jongin!” Taemin shook his head as he finally leaned back. “I’ve rejected you properly so many times, you just don’t listen! This- we’re not talking about this, okay?! You know how I feel!”

                “Do I?”

                “There’s nothing about me that you don’t know, right? So yeah, you do.”

                With that, Taemin trudged down the stairs only to bump into Minho halfway.

                “Hyung? What is it?”

                “You’re moving into my room.” The elder answered in an adamant tone.

                “What?”

                “Get your things and put them in my closet or drawers or whatever. Just do it.”

                “Wait, Hyung, what are you talking about?” Taemin asked again, grabbing the boy’s sleeve in an attempt to slow him down.

                “You’re going to sleep in my room now. Permanently.”

                They now passed Jongin who angrily trailed along. “Hey, who said that’s a one sided decision?!” He shouted.

                “Taemin, I’m not going to let you spend another night sharing a bed with that pig!” Minho replied, ignoring Jongin’s comment and instead directing the reply to his lover.

                “H-he didn’t mean what he said earlier, Minho! It was just a spur of the moment type of thing!” The brunette tried protecting him.

                “No, I’m not putting up with it anymore. We’re getting married, why should you be sharing a bed with someone else? These conditions were set before Jongin knew we were dating, but now he does and we’re engaged, so it’s about time they change.”

                “But Minho-”

                “Do you want to argue with me?”

                “N-no… Can’t I just keep my stuff in that room, though? Everything is already there and your closet it smaller so it probably won’t fit and you know, it’s just more convenient…”

                “Then me and Jongin can switch rooms. It’s not complicated.”

                “Yes it is!”

                “Minho, he can sleep with who he wants!” Jongin nudged in only to receive a glare.

                “If you we’re his fiancé and he was sharing a bed with me and doing god knows what behind closed doors, would you be okay with it?”

                That seemed to shut him up.

                Grabbing Taemin’s wrist, he pulled his lover into his bedroom, shutting the door before Jongin could even think of coming in.

                “I want him out of the house.”

                “I can’t-”

                “You can’t do that but that doesn’t mean I can’t want it. I hate him so much. He’s immature and annoying and horrible to be around and crazed and I hate him.”

                “He’s not that bad.” Taemin laughed, his hand sliding down Minho’s arm, “I mean, he has his faults, but don’t we all?”

                Minho knew he was acting a bit childish and sighed, pouting as he rolled his eyes. “Don’t stand up for him… you should take my side.”

                “I take the moral side.” Taemin stated, slipping into Minho’s hold. “But I care about both of you.”

                Shrugging, Minho lifted the boy, carrying him over to the bed where he collapsed, letting the soft covers embrace him. “I don’t think there’s any condition under which someone’s fiancé and their best friend who is in love with them should live underneath the same roof. That’s just… stressful.”

                “Oh?” The brunette asked as he sat up, straddling the elder.

                “Yeah.”

                Taemin gave one of his playful smirks as he stretched, only moments before he started pulling his shirt off. “It’s always good to unwind after a stressful day.”

                With his breath lodged in his throat, the elder watched as Taemin’s shirt came off at a painfully slow pace, his long, thin finger nearing his jawline and teasingly tracing it. When he bit his lip, Minho was won over. “I must have been gay from the very beginning…” He groaned. This caught Taemin off guard, causing him to raise an eyebrow as he seductively arched his back. “What’s this all of a sudden?”

                “Taemin, you’re just so good looking and desirable… I mean, that’s obviously why so many people want you and it’s just… How did I end up with you?”

                Giggling masking slight sadness, the brunette shrugged. “You never wanted me in the first place. I was the one who ended up somehow getting you.”

                “But I was just in denial the whole time, wasn’t I?”

                With his free hand massaging Minho’s lower half, Taemin asked “Why?”

                “Well…” There was an awkward chuckled before the elder blushed, “I never told you this but… one time, way before we started dating… well… God, this is really embarrassing…”

                Against his better judgement, Minho revealed one of his long time secrets.

                It was probably three in the morning. The television was still on, a movie playing, but both of them had been asleep for most of it. Grabbing the remote, Minho turned it off. It wasn’t until he leaned over to place the remote on the floor that he noticed his . Shocked and embarrassed, he shot up, staring at the obvious point in his thin pajama pants. Looking over, the next thing he saw was a sleeping, long haired boy. over his lips, he was shocked when an image of the younger boy, half , filled his mind. He tried shaking it off, but it didn’t work. He tried ignoring the stiff member, he tried sleeping, he tried everything that wouldn’t involve him easing himself with his hand, but nothing seemed to work.

                Leaning over Taemin, he brushed the boy’s long hair off his face, examining the structure. That’s when he felt himself twitch. In fact, the longer his hand was on the boy, the better he felt between his legs. But it was so wrong. He was a guy, Taemin was a guy, a gorgeous guy, but nevertheless, a guy. His lips were so pink though, so full and soft and perfectly shaped. But he was a guy. He was so thin, and slender, and perfect. But he was a guy. He was a guy, but he was making Minho feel so good just by laying there. 

The next thing Minho found himself imagining against his will was the boy stripping, or more precisely, stripping for him. He was getting and getting closer and soon enough, he was sitting in Minho’s lap, hair messily resting on his shoulders. The further the thoughts developed, the closer Minho’s hand was to his crotch until he was finally sitting across from Taemin, staring at the boy’s beautiful face as he came into his palm. Catching his breath, he reached out to touch the younger boy, to touch him the way his fantasies told him he could, only to be snapped back into reality by the that dripped off his hand.

Gasping at the sight, he finally registered what he had done. Here he was at his friend’s house, in his friend’s bed, with his friend, and he spent a good portion of the past hour touching himself and ing to the sight of his friend’s face. His perfect, beautiful, stunning face. But he was a guy.

But if no one knew, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Some of his friends called themselves straight but would occasionally sleep around with other guys, so maybe it wouldn’t change anything if he just got a little closer.

Taking a deep breath, his hands hesitantly took Taemin’s shoulders, lying the boy down on his back. There was a sensation, anxiety and adrenaline that filled the pit of his stomach. It seemed so much more exciting now, especially once was pressed against the boy’s thigh. As Minho hovered over him, his eyes stayed glued to Taemin’s pink lips. Counting down from five, he took the chance and stole a kiss. His first kiss. Taemin’s first kiss. Pulling away faster than the speed of light, he found himself so happy. Holding back a huge smile, he leaned down again, stealing one more peck, one which was far more lengthy. That was why his heart stopped when he heard a grunt.

“Minho…?” The younger boy said, “What are you doing…?”

The older boy swore his heart had stopped. How was he going to explain why he was mounting Taemin and kissing him while having a throbbing, dripping ? Taemin was now rubbing his eyes, slowly sitting up. Minho pinned the boy down before he could begin to assess the situation.

“This is a dream.” He desperately stated.

“What…?”

“This is all just a dream. Go back to sleep now.”

“You kissed me...”

“Yes, but this is just a dream.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then…”

Minho was surprised when the boy’s arms laced around his neck, their eyes locking only under the assistance of the moonlight. “I love you.” Taemin whispered, pulling the elder down into what was both of their first deep kisses. It was sloppy and childish, but really, neither of them had any past experiences to compare it to.

The elder looked shocked and that’s when Taemin felt unbearable embarrassment, turning over and forcing himself back to sleep. “It’s just a dream,” were his last words.

Taken aback by such unexpected actions, Minho rushed to clean himself up, swearing he’d never tell a soul about tonight. Because he’s a guy, Taemin’s a guy, neither of them are gay, and this idea… this moment never should have happened.

He felt worried the next morning when Taemin seemed to be avoiding him though. Taking a risk, he caught the boy in the kitchen, making breakfast. “What’s up? You seem strange?” He would seem strange too if he was in Taemin’s position, though.

“I just… had a weird dream last night…”

Swallowing louder than he should have, Minho asked “About what?”

“I… I don’t want to tell you.”

“Fine, I won’t pick at it.”

“You’re horrible, Minho!” Taemin shouted at him, smacking his fiancé’s chest.

“I know I shouldn’t have done it, but could you blame me? I was really and you were just… there. I mean, I wouldn’t have done it with just anyone, but you’re so good looking and you were my best friend and I thought I could get away with it…” The elder tried defending himself.

“I don’t care about that!”

“You don’t?”

“No, shut up! That was my first kiss! Two of my first kisses that night! I thought I had my first kiss at your parent’s house last Christmas! You’re such a liar!”

“Is that what you’re upset about? I took your first kiss anyways, didn’t I?”

“That dream haunted me for the longest time!”

“Well now you know it was reality.”

“You’re the worst.”

Minho smiled. “Fine. In order to make up for it… I guess you don’t have to move your stuff into my room… but you’re going to sleep here most of the time instead of with Jongin and that’s final. Fair enough?”

“Fair enough.”

“Deal?”

“Deal.”