Forever. (1/1)

[Author's POV]

"Aigoo, finally home!" Onew breathed out as he fell on their couch. "I'm broken.""Don't complain... at least your throat isn't killing you." Jonghyun replied in a low hoarse voice as he sat in an armchair and pulled Key to his lap, arms wrapping around the diva's waist.Minho and Taemin entered last in their apartment and the maknae closed the door behind him. He looked up and smiled at his hyungs, Key and Jonghyun, cuddled in the armchair. Onew was about to fall asleep in the couch, eyes closed and agape."Hyung!" Taemin called out making all of them look at him "Don't sleep there, your back will hurt." he advised to a half lidded eyes and very tired leader.There was a snorting sound and Taemin looked to his side. Minho had his arms crossed over his chest and a bitter look on his face, his stare in the ceiling avoiding anyone of them. Key raised his perfectly lined eyebrow at him while Jjong didn't even bother to look. But Taemin frowned at his hyung, and lover, like he never did before. What was wrong with him? Ever since they left SBS Gayo Daejung ceremony he had been acting weird, sulked, cold and distant, even bitter. He didn't say a word the entire ride home. And now he snorted at his dongsaeng's advice. Taemin had enough."What's wrong with you?" he snapped at Minho who looked down at him and cocked and eyebrow."You're seriously asking me that?" he asked calm but coldly"Minho don't talk to him like that!" Key scolded "And he's right, you're acting weird. What the hell happened?""Nothing." he retorted"Minho, come on!" Key pushed"Yeobo, let him be..." Jjong mumbled with his head rested back."It's none of your business!" Minho snapped"YAH!" Jjong yelled at him. "Don't talk to Key like that!"Onew looked surprised to his dongsaengs, his stare jumping from one to another, until he closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm off to bed." he said and walked away dragging his feet to the upper floor.Taemin walked to Minho and silently grabbed his arm so to make his hyung look at him but Minho pulled away giving him a heated glare. Key, who had been observing, was about to stand up to interfere but Jonghyun held his hand and gave him a slight head shake."We're off too." he said as he got up and pulled Key with him. "Minho, Taemin, don't stand up too late."Taemin watched them go up the staircase and then turned to Minho again."What's wrong with you? Why are you acting so cold?"Minho laughed bitterly. "You really can't tell?""How could I? You're not making any sense!!""Maybe if you thought back at your actions you would know!" he spitTaemin's lips parted, but no sound came out. He was speechless as he saw his beloved hyung's unseen attitude, his once warm eyes now red with anger."Well... screw you! I've done nothing wrong!" Taemin yelled back and ran upstairs to their shared bedroom closing the door behind him. He knew Minho would come up eventually, this was their bedroom after all, but he hopped his hyung would take a while. He was too upset to see his face again anytime soon.Unfortunately his hopes died soon. Minho blinked a few times as he realized how his sweet and innocent boyfriend had snapped at him and even had the guts to walk away saying he did nothing wrong. Nothing?  He clenched his fists and with heavy steps he followed Taemin's direction. When he opened the bedroom door his idea was to shove a few facts at his dongsaeng but the sight in front of him blocked his words. Taemin stood there, in front of his bed, in his bare chest, milky skin showered by the moonlight that pierced through the window, each soft curve on his abdomen emphasized. He looked back at Minho but quickly gave his hyung a cold stare and turned his back on him, gesture that made Minho's anger burst inside of him along with something else."You really think... you've done nothing wrong?" he hissed lowly, his tone dangerous. Taemin looked back at him startled by his boyfriend's sudden low voice. He saw Minho's eyes and the look in them made his body shiver. It was a cold, dangerous stare followed by a an equally scaring smirk."Minho..." he murmured fraillyMinho's lips twisted and he pressed them tightly as he heard the fear in Taemin's voice. That's right, you should be afraid... With a couple of steps he closed the distance between them and his hands wrapped around Taemin's thin wrists. He pushed the maknae back forcefully until he hit the wall. Taemin gasped in pain and from his mouth a soft cry was drawn and Minho pressed him hard against the cold surface."M-Minho...!" he whimpered but his hyung didn't move away a single inch"Tell me, Taemin... can't you really recall anything you've done tonight that's making me this way?" he hissed lowly, his lips ghosting over Taemin's neck, his hands pinned hard against the wall, one in each side of his head.Taemin closed his eyes as Minho's hot breath made his body shiver. "Nnn... Wha-what're you talking about?" he managed to stutter.Minho pressed his lips in Taemin's neck and his teeth sank deep in the soft skin making Taemin yelp in pain. "Yaah!!"Wriggling in his lover's strong grasp, he tried to set himself free but to no avail. Minho was holding him too tightly."M-Minho... what are you doing?" he cried outMinho chuckled as he licked the bruised skin on the younger's neck. "Teaching you a lesson..." he replied slyly."Wae...""Think, Minnie... think hard..." and once more he pushed Taemin against the wall earning another deep whimper from his plump lips."S-stop... Y-you're hurting me!""It's payback, Minnie." Minho retorted as he laced his right hand with Taemin's left one. He pulled it down to Taemin's face. "What is this?" he asked, his eyes locked with Taemin's, not even looking at his dongsaeng's hand that he held between them.

Taemin blinked in confusion, fear in his eyes. He looked to his own hand and saw there the golden scaled ring he had been given in the end of the Gayo ceremony. The ring? This is all about the ring?"Minho..." he pleaded"What is this?!" Minho shook him vigorously and Taemin gasped."Nng... Kai... Kai's ring..." he answered between breaths"And why are you wearing it?" the question came out hissed between Minho's lips. Taemin stared at him, his eyes watering."Because he gave it to me..." Taemin answered, close attention to his hyung's reaction. Minho's facial expression didn't change though and Taemin was finding it hard to read it. "Is this because of him?" he asked frailly"Damn right it is!" Minho snapped pinning Taemin's hand back to the wall. "Holding his hand! Letting him whisper in your ear! Fuck, Taemin! You're mine!" he looked deep in Taemin's eyes and for a second the younger boy saw pain in his hyung's dark orbs. Pain that was now covered with jealousy, possessiveness and, if he wasn't wrong, lust. Deep, strong lust. His own heart felt a little lighter as he began to understand Minho's feelings, but his whole attitude still scared him."You're mine Taemin. You should know that." and with that last statement Minho crashed his lips on Taemin's, the younger's head hitting the wall once again. His whimper was muffled in Minho's rough kiss though. Minho joined Taemin's hands under his left leaving his right one free to slide down the younger's body, feeling his soft skin, pressing, grabbing, scratching every inch as he fucking pleased. It felt silky, like peach skin and Minho could never get tired of that. His slender fingers found Taemin's left nipple as they slid across his chest and he took it between his digits and squeezed hard. Taemin yelped and he took his chance to evade his lover's hot mouth, inhaling his unique banana milk scent, his tongue ravishing every corner of that familiar and moist cavern. Once in a while he would squeeze the little bud and Taemin would present him with long moans, half in pain half in pleasure, his body writhing hopelessly against him. When he was in need for air, Minho drew away and stared at Taemin's now swollen lips, proud of his work. The boy was panting slightly but the fear was washing away from his flushed features and being replaced by lust."You... were never this jealous... before..." the boy whispered between heavy breaths. Minho met his stare and found Taemin's eyes half lidded, a heated gaze about them. Fuck, he was the sexiest thing Minho had ever seen. Taemin pulled one of his hands from Minho's grasp and, once free, he tried to reach for his lover's face but Minho caught it before it touched him."I am now." he answered low, almost a whisper."Wae?... I was only being a good hyung to him...""I don't care.""Minho..." Taemin half moaned, half pleadedAt his lover's sexy voice, Minho pressed his body more to Taemin's at the same time he tangled their fingers together, making Taemin close his eyes and give him a low moan."He doesn't need you." Minho whispered over the younger's lips. "And you'll never let him get that close to you again. Arasso?"Taemin opened his heavy eyelids and looked into Minho's dark orbs. He gave him a slow nod and pulled his head off the wall to reach for his lips. He licked Minho's lips and bit the lower one tugging it soft and sexily, eyes never breaking their shared gaze. But Minho didn't reach closer and only smirked when his lover gave him a pleading whimper."Is there anything wrong... baby? he asked slyly, grinding his lower half to Taemin's in a not so soft way."Aaah... M-Minho..." the boy whimpered closing his eyes at the shudder Minho's rough treatment gave him. "Don't be like that... don't do this to me..""Do what exactly?" Minho tortured the pour soul under his grasp a little more, a malicious smirk upon his lips. Taemin stood there, panting, waiting, but his hyung wouldn't move closer nor do anymore than smirk  at him."Don't tease me like this..." Taemin finally admitted, his pride spilled at his feet."Hum..." Minho looked up close at him, tilting his head slightly like his was pondering on his lover's words. "You're right. I'll let you go then." he said blankly and simply let go of Taemin's wrists making a motion to turn away."Wha..?" Taemin blinked completely baffled by Minho's sudden change of behavior. That wasn't exactly what he meant with his request. He didn't actually want Minho to let go of him... not anymore. Despite the fear he felt at first, Taemin was now filled with lust for the older man. He wanted Minho to take him, he wanted to feel those hands on him, even if they were harsh, his lips on his, even if the kiss turned wild and forceful. That kind of treatment actually turned him on but only Minho could do that to him. Only Minho could scare him to death and still give him a hard on. He wanted to stretch his arm and reach for his hyung but his pride was already too bruised to allow him to. For a couple of seconds, Taemin's brain fought madly to come up with some other way to get his wish granted. And the perfect idea came to him. So his hyung was mad at his thoughtfulness towards Kai, huh?"You should be more nicer to your dongsaengs, you know..." he said carelessly watching how Minho slowed his steps at his words. "I still remember when you held my hand every time I felt nervous, back when I joined SHINee..." Minho stopped moving then, his head slightly turned to the side, hearing Taemin with close attention. "I only tried to do the same with Kai. He was so nervous... poor thing. So I held his hand and he smiled." Taemin went on feeling Minho's rage irradiate from his body. He knew he was picking a dragon with a stick. But he also knew, despite what could happen from there, that Minho would never hurt him... at least badly. They loved each other after all."You know... he looks so cute when he smiles..." Taemin said softly.And that did it. Minho spun around suddenly, his stare once again dangerous, lips pressed tightly and hands closed into fists.

Just another little push... "Haven't you notice yet? His cute smile?" Taemin asked tilting his head to the side with a dreamy expression. And bang! Minho closed the distance between them and pushed Taemin back against the wall, hand roughly gripping the maknae's jaw line."You're playing with fire Taemin..." he hissed his warning, lips an inch from Taemin's. Taemin stared back in his lover's dark eyes with a little mischievous smirk."I know..." he whispered teasingly and Minho's expression contracted. But soon he figured how his cunning lover was playing him and his rage toned down. You wanna play, huh?"Guess you haven't learn your lesson yet." he said as he pressed his hand to Taemin's throat and, reaching closer, breathed on his plump lips, their mouths so close but never touching."Guess not..." Taemin managed to answer, his voice barely coming out from the pressure around his neck.Minho gave out a sarcastic laugh and clutching his fingers around Taemin's skin he pulled the boy from the wall and threw him to the side making him fall sideways over his own bed. Taemin landed with a gasp but said nothing. He pushed himself up on his arms and turned to look back at his hyung. Minho was already in front of him, bending over like a hunter over his prey, and the way those dark eyes pierced him made Taemin shiver delightfully."Minho.." Taemin moaned but soon his hyung's  hand pressed over his mouth"Who said you could talk?" he scolded the boy coldly. Then, removing his hand from those sinful lips, he sank his fingers in Taemin's golden locks and pulled his head back violently making the other yelp in pain. He watched the younger gasp and pant and he licked his lips. Taemin was so freakin' sexy it should be considered a crime. He leaned down and pressed his lips to his lover's neck sucking and biting his Adam's apple. Taemin shivered and let out a soft moan. Minho licked down the milky skin until he reached the crook of Taemin's neck where he bit fairly hard."Aaah!!" Taemin cried out and his right hand went to hold at the collar of Minho's shirt pulling at it, his fingernails scratching the toned skin beneath."So noisy..." Minho breathed out as he licked the red mark his teeth had left behind making Taemin shiver once again. The boy pulled more at Minho's shirt as he opened his eyes to look up at him. He wanted Minho to lean closer, to press his shamelessly built up chest against his own, but Minho only gave him a smirk, amused by the effect he had on his dongsaeng. Taemin whined in frustration and pulled more vigorously, pushing the tips of his feet against the floor for support. Minho laughed at his poor attempt and yanked himself from Taemin's grasp. Straightening up, he pulled Taemin's lower half up by his thighs and pushed him farther on his bed where he laid, chest heaving and sprawled. He gave Taemin a lustful look and, tugging the hem of his own shirt, he pulled it up and off of him. He saw Taemin lick his lips at the sight of his naked chest and chiseled sixpack. He unbuckled his belt at pulled it off his jeans."You know... you shouldn't look at me like that. I'm still your hyung..." he said as he rolled the leader belt in his hands watching Taemin's eyes widen in fear. He bent over him again, one hand on each side of Taemin's head "... and your lover... and if you make me lose my head I can't imagine what I'll do to you."Said that he pushed his lips on Taemin's, sucking, nibbling, licking and biting them, giving the boy long open mouth kisses, tongue darting around and teasing him. Taemin soon succumbed to Minho's touches, mewling softly, eager for more. His arms came up to wrap around Minho's neck and shoulders pulling the older man more into his grasp and more into their kiss. Minho bit Taemin's tongue in response and grabbing Taemin's wrists he unwrapped the thin arms from around him."Such a bad boy..." he tsked his boyfriend. "I didn't