Chapter 7 (1/1)

"What are the two of you doing?"     Onew quickly pulled away and turned to see Key standing at the top of the stairs, with a mixture expression of disbelieve, anger, and hurt. Taemin slumped against him, muttering incoherently.     "Key, he was drunk -" Onew started to explain.     "So you were the one who took Taemin away without informing me."     "I just wanted to bring Taemin out to chill. He's been so tensed up and -"     "Don't give me excuses, Onew. You know he is my soulmate and yet you do this to me? Your buddy?"     Onew protested, "You saw it, Tae initiated the kiss -"     "Shut up, Onew!"     Key walked towards them and pulled Taemin over to him but Taemin pushed him away, "Go awayyy -"     "Taeminnie, it's me! Key!" Key gritted his teeth and gripped Taemin's upper arm, pulling harder. Taemin looked towards his direction and swung his palm, contacting it against Key's chin. "Youuu caan't make me leaave Miinho -"     Key grabbed Taemin's shoulders and shook him like a rag doll, trying to shake some sense into Taemin, "Minho's dead! He's dead and he's never coming back!"     "Nooo!" Taemin thrashed his arms against Key but Key continued to hold him in vice grip.     Onew tried to intervene, "Key, don't! You're hurting him -"     "Shut up!" Key shouted at Onew. "Go! Just go!"     Onew took a step back, "Okay, okay, I'll go." Then he turned and walked off. After some distance away, he turned back and saw that Taemin was lying unconscious in Key's arms. Key looked over at his direction and their eyes made contact. What he saw, made him shudder.     There was pure look of betrayal and hatred in Key's eyes.~//~     Key carried Taemin in his arms in bridal style and headed towards their apartment. He glanced down at Taemin's sleeping angelic face, and his lips quivered as a few tears unknowingly rolled down his cheek.     Taeminnie, I really do not know what I should do. I just only wanted for you to love me whole-heartedly. Is that so hard?     He entered the bedroom and gently laid Taemin down on the bed. Grabbing a small hand towel, he went to the bathroom to fill a bucket of water and sat down next to Taemin's sleeping form. Key peeled off Taemin's jacket and shirt and grimaced when he saw the red fingermarks on Taemin's shoulders, caused by his vice grip on the frail boy earlier.     "I'm so sorry -" Key sobbed and dipped the towel in the water. He gingerly wiped Taemin's body and set the towel aside as he quietly opened the drawer of the bedside table. Key took the bottle of ointment and at the corner of his eye, his sight caught hold of a swiss-army flick knife hiding at a corner of the drawer. His fingers dropped the bottle and trawled towards the knife. Gripping it in his palm, he could feel the cold hard steel digging into his flesh.     Key looked over at Taemin sadly and trailed his other hand over Taemin's soft pale inner left arm. His fingers stopped at the lower wrist, where the jagged scar of Taemin's attempted suicide laid permanently.     He raised Taemin's wrist to his lips and he kissed the scar gently. Taemin stirred a little but fell back into unconsciousness. Smiling softly, Key reached over and swiped Taemin's fringe away from his brows.     "You'll always be my angel, Taeminnie." Key whispered and leant down, planting a kiss on Taemin's forehead and lips.     Then he flicked the knife opened.