DOUBLESHINEEFF IS SEEKING FOR THE AUTHORS!

ANNYEOOOONG HASEYOOO

 

begini readers doubleshineeff tercinta~

kami para author di doubleshineeff memang sedang masa sibuk, mulai dari dhyaverol2min yang PRnya menumpuk, Choi Seungmi yang sibuk ospek, imnunasboy yang kemarin2 baru saja sembuh dari sakit dan tentu butuh istirahat banyak sampai sembuh total, androiders31 juga sepertinya sedang sibuk dan saya sendiri, flamingaze yang juga sedang kesulitan mencuri waktu untuk mengetik FF 😥

maka dari itu…

kami putuskan, bagi kalian yang suka menulis…

kami membuka tempat bagi kalian yang mau, untuk menjadi :

 

AUTHOR TETAP

ataupun

AUTHOR FREELANCE

dengan catatan bahwa FF yang kalian tulis :

YAOI ONLY dan CASTNYA SHINEE

 

kalau kalian berminat, silakan komen postingan ini dengan menulis username serta email kalian. yang mau menghubungi lewat facebook atau twitter atau akun AFF (?) juga silakan…

 

KAMI SANGAT MENUNGGU PARTISIPASI KALIAN ~

 

 

KAMSAHAMNIDAAAAA~

 

best regards,

 

flamingaze

NEED A PASSWORD?

annyeeeoong ^0^

kalian yang sudha dapat PW ga masalah kok . Saya belum niat ganti PW , cuman mau mindahin aja cara mendapat kan PW

Sepertinya lewat email sangat sedikit sulit di karenakan beberapa alasan yang kalian berikan di komentar yang kalian post ^^

JEONGMAL MIANHAE

Kita cuman manusia biasa yang ga sempurna , blog ini baru dan kita belum sempet mikir untuk kedepannya , dan saya sangat berterimakasih untuk yang beri semangat dan selalu komen 😀

Komen adalah penyemat kita heeeei kawaaan , iya kemarin saya taruh untuk meminta password di page . Tapi sekarang saya pindahin kesini dan caranya juga sedikit saya ubah ^^

mulai tanggal 28 page NEED A PASSWORD? I give you~

saya tutup oke .
 
 
Miaaan , yang kerja di blog ini cuman berdua , saya dhyaverol2min masih sekolah jadi masa-masa sibuk . Dan flamingaze kuliah dan yah kalian tau tugas kuliah seperti apa banyak nya . 
 

Yang minta saya kasih dua kemudahan saja , lewat email ataupun twitter ( menggunakan DM ) :

– Komen di post-an ini dan beri nama username dan email kalian atau nama twitter , contoh :

email 

Username : ______

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ENJOOYYY

Hopeless Heart – 2min – 1shoot

Heeeey

 

Aku telaaaaat banget bikin ini hahaha.

FF ini requestan dari Dyan Lullaby a.k.a Dyan. dia mintanya udah lamaaa sebelum SWC V INA booo dan aku baru bikinin sekarang T__T maafkan aku.

padahal dyan sudah ngeplot aku tinggal nulis gahgahgshagdjhgjhad masih aja kena writer’s block LOL

dan maaf banget dyan ini ngga semua yang kamu bilang kepenuhi. ada beberapa yang aku cut, unmentioned, etc T^T sorry

made this not so quick but i was stuck in many many many scenes.

btw aku ngeresearches some things so I hope you all give feedback! *curse in spain* HAHA JOKING xD

 

 

 

Hopeless Heart

cast: 2min, others

author: flamingaze

 

 

BGM : Tori Kelly ft. Ed Sheeran – I was Made For Loving You

please listen to this song 🙂

 

 

 

 

Home

 

“Lee Taemin-ssi!”

 

Taemin, laki-laki yang tengah membereskan meja kerjanya itu menoleh mendengar namanya dipanggil oleh rekan kerjanya yang sedang berjalan menghampirinya.

“Kim Jonghyun-ssi. Ada apa?” ia menjawab dengan senyum manis.

 

“Jam berapa kau akan ke Busan?”

 

Taemin menatap jam tangan yang melingkar di pergelangan tangan kirinya. “Aku sudah membook kereta untuk sore ini, karena besok aku harus ke kantor cabang.”

 

“Okay…” Jonghyun, laki-laki yang lebih pendek itu menyerahkan amplop cokelat. “Aku titip ini untuk tuan Kim, kepala finance di sana. Kemarin dia memintaku untuk mengeprint data keuangan kantor cabang Busan bulan lalu karena sistem mereka rusak dan datanya hilang.”

 

“Oh baiklah.” Taemin mengambil amplop cokelat tadi.

 

“Untung saja dia sudah mengirimkan kantor pusat laporan keuangannya. Kalau tidak bisa kacau,” ucap Jonghyun, sedikit mengeluh. “Makanya, kau juga harus memback up semua data yang penting.”

 

Taemin mengangguk sopan, kemudian membiarkan Jonghyun berlalu setelah berterima kasih padanya. Ia menghela nafasnya sedikit kemudian keluar dari ruangannya. Sistem perusahan tempat ia bekerja memang sedikit rumit. Umumnya, perusahaan pencari bakat berpusat di Seoul, tapi perusahaannya; La Strenna Entertainment – people called them LD – mereka menggunakan sistem cabang di beberapa region, termasuk Busan, dengan pusat di Seoul. Semua ini terjadi sejak pergantian direktur utama dan honestly, not gonna lie, that it works better. Dengan adanya cabang, mereka bisa meraup untung lebih banyak karena mereka yang ingin menjadi trainee sejak kecil menjadi lebih mudah mendapatkan akses. Meskipun, as we know, semua itu butuh pemantauan. Dan karena Taemin bertugas untuk memantau perkembangan para trainee yang ada di kantor cabang Busan, mau tidak mau ia harus menyempatkan diri untuk ke Busan setiap sebulan sekali.

Hari ini adalah hari di mana Taemin harus memantau di Busan. Hal yang menyenangkan ketika ia harus ke Busan adalah, karena orang tuanya tinggal di Busan, jadi ia tidak perlu repot mencari hotel atau memikirkan kapan ia harus makan dan hal-hal basic lainnya.

 

 

Seperti biasa, sebelum packing, ia mampir di suatu tempat, membeli sesuatu untuk orang tuanya. Biasanya, ia akan membeli kue kering di Dunkin Donut di stasiun. Tapi kali ini karena ia tidak seburu-buru biasanya, Taemin memutuskan untuk mampir ke Tous Les Jours.

 

Kebetulan saat itu sedang jam makan siang, jadi toko sedang cukup ramai pengunjung. Tanpa berpikir lebih lama, Taemin memutuskan untuk memesan satu kotak bread and buns – sweet potato bakery, dorayaki, dll., untuk keluarganya di Busan dan satu kotak pastry untuk buah hatinya.

 

Taemin baru saja mengambil kartu kreditnya yang dikembalikan oleh kasir dan mengambil dua kotak pesanannya ketika ia mendengar suara laki-laki yang cukup familiar di sekitarnya.

So he turned around, and look at that man who were asking about some pastries to the front-desk worker.

 

 

A dangerous plan, just this time

A stranger’s hand clutched in mine

 

 

 

 

He’s Minho.

 

.

.

.

 

 

 

 

“Sial!” Taemin menggerutu ketika angin berhembus ke arah dirinya dan membuat mapnya terjatuh, kertas-kertasnya berserakan di jalanan kampus.

 

Fakultas Bahasa dan Seni masih 500 meter dari tempat ia terjatuh, dan tidak ada satu orang pun yang berniat untuk membantunya memunguti kertas-kertas yang berserakan di jalanan. Ya sudahlah, mungkin memang tidak ada yang membantunya karena ini di fakultas ekonomi, jadi tidak ada yang mengenalnya di sini.

 

 

 

Sampai satu orang…

 

“Thanks…” Taemin hanya bisa mengatakan terima kasih kepada seseorang yang tiba-tiba melintas dan mengambil beberapa kertas yang berserakan di bawah, kemudian mengembalikannya.

 

“No problem!” Laki-laki berkulit cerah itu tersenyum manis. “Kau mahasiswa baru?” tanyanya.

 

Taemin menggeleng. “Tidak. Aku mahasiswa fakultas bahasa dan seni,” jawabnya tersenyum ramah.

 

“Oh…”

 

“Hey Jinki!”

 

Suara itu membuat laki-laki di hadapan Taemin menoleh. “Sorry, aku harus pergi. Aku ada ujian!”

 

Taemin tersenyum dan mengangguk. “Good luck!” ucapnya, kemudian pergi setelah Onew berlalu menghampiri temannya dan masuk ke gedung fakultasnya. Tanpa berfikir panjang, ia lalu berlari ke gedung fakultasnya untuk menghadapi ujian.

 

 

 

Dan ujian hari itu… rasanya sangat awful.

 

 

 

“Hhhh…” Taemin menghela nafas panjang, mengingat bagaimana kacau dirinya saat mengerjakan essay hari ini. ia duduk di perpustakaan umum dan membaca buku – bahkan menolak ajakan Jimin, sahabatnya, untuk pergi karaoke karena ini hari terakhir ujian mereka. Ia tidak bisa berkaraoke dalam keadaan di mana ia tau bahwa ujiannya tidak lancar, dan seolah menyukai rasa stress ini, ia datang ke perpustakaan untuk membaca beberapa buku sastra.

 

“Lelah namun cemas… dalam waktu yang terus berlari… adakah harapan…? kapan aku bisa mengenalnya…”

 

Taemin mengedipkan matanya beberapa kali, mendengar sebait puisi yang ia buat. Ia menoleh, menemukan seorang laki-laki yang tidak pernah ia temui tengah membawa buku kecil yang ternyata adalah… miliknya! OMG?!?! How can????

 

“Ini milikmu?” Laki-laki itu bicara, duduk di samping Taemin.

 

Buru-buru Taemin mengambil bukunya, lalu mengangguk. Ia sangat nervous. Ia berharap bahwa laki-laki ini tidak membaca semua tulisannya. Sangat memalukan!

 

 

“Bagaimana bisa kau memiliki ini?” tanya Taemin dengan ragu.

 

Laki-laki tinggi itu menaikkan satu alisnya, kemudian tersenyum. “Onew.”

 

 

 

Onew?

 

“Temanku, Onew… tidak, maksudku, Lee Jinki. Dia bilang hari ini bertemu denganmu di depan fakultas dan kau menjatuhkan ini. Ia ada keperluan mendadak jadi ia memintaku mencarimu dan mengembalikan ini.”

 

Diam-diam Taemin menghela nafasnya lega. “Oh… ya, temanmu membantuku pagi ini. tolong sampaikan terima kasih juga karena mengembalikan buku ini.”

 

“Hey, tidakkah kau pikir kalau seharusnya terima kasih itu untukku?” laki-laki itu bicara dengan nada bercanda.

 

Taemin tertawa kecil. “Baiklah. Terima kasih untuk Lee Jinki, dan juga terima kasih untukmu –“

 

 

“Choi Minho.”

 

“Okay. Choi Minho. terima kasih.”

 

Minho, laki-laki itu tersenyum. “You’re welcome, Lee Taemin.”

 

Taemin mengernyitkan alisnya. “Wait. Bagaimana kau bisa tau namaku?”

 

“Kau menulisnya. Di puisi ke tiga.”

 

“Oh… ya aku memang menulis –“

 

 

 

Wait. If that so…

 

 

“Kau… membaca puisiku?” Taemin bertanya skeptis – he’s really… really worried.

 

Minho, laki-laki itu tesenyum menampilkan giginya yang rapi. Ia mengangguk, membuat Taemin malu karenanya.

“Aku tidak mengerti mengapa puisimu selalu menggambarkan kesedihan. Tapi aku pikir… they are beautifully written…”

 

 

Huh?

 

Taemin tidak pernah menyangka bahwa seseorang memuji puisi buatannya bagus. Memang, selama ini ia menyembunyikan buku ini untuk dirinya sendiri, untuk menulis semua isi pikiran dan hatinya, tanpa berfikir bahwa akan ada seseorang yang membaca. Dan ia lebih tidak menyangka lagi, bahwa puisinya akan dibaca oleh seseorang yang tidak ia kenal dan orang itu memujinya.

 

 

I’ll take this chance, so call me blind

I’ve been waiting all my life

 

“T – thanks…” ucap Taemin malu. Mungkin karena ia baru saja membiarkan – tidak sengaja, tentu saja – seseorang untuk membaca puisinya.

 

“Kau terlihat seperti orang yang sangat baik. Aku harap suatu hari kau memiliki harapan jadi kau bisa menulis puisi yang menceritakan betapa senangnya kau saat menulis – dan aku harap kau bisa tersenyum saat menulisnya,” ucap Minho, sebelum akhirnya ia berbalik untuk pergi.

 

 

 

“Choi Minho?”

 

Taemin seketika diam ketika ia tidak sengaja memanggil nama laki-laki tinggi dengan jaket baseball yang hampir berlalu dari hadapannya. dan ketika laki-laki itu menoleh, dengan ragu ia mengatakan,

 

 

 

“… a boy… and his smile… and his light step… a poem… on the bulletin board… soon will posted… be grateful… but not overwhelmed… it’s honest… maybe since you stated… it’s a happy one.”

 

 

 

Silence.

 

Taemin mengutuk dirinya dalam hati. The shit! Ia baru saja membuat impromptu puisi – sometimes ia terlalu banyak berfikir untuk mengatakan sesuatu directly, tetapi sometimes itu terlalu dramatis untuk didengar dan ia pikir kali ini ia melakukan sesuatu yang bodoh –

 

But hey! Minho tersenyum setelah – sepertinya – ia berhasil mencernanya.

 

“Bulletin board fakultas ekonomi ada di dekat ruang administrasi mahasiswa.” Minho bicara, sebelum ia pada akhirnya benar-benar pergi.

 

Please don’t scar this young heart

Just take my hand

 

Taemin seketika duduk di kursinya, kemudian membaca puisi pertama yang ia tulis – puisi yang membuatnya tidak ingin ada seorangpun yang membaca.

 

 

‘ Orang membatasi cinta,

Hanya karena keadaan,

Karena mereka Adam atau Eve,

Meski keadaan hanya untuk mereka yang buta,

Namun aku berdiri di antara kabut,

Di antara keadaan,

Mungkin aku berkepala angin,

Karena tidak bisa mencinta seperti mereka ‘

 

 

Tanpa berfikir dua kali, Taemin tersenyum, kemudian menulis di halaman kosong bukunya,

 

 

‘ Terbentur fakta,

Aku paham,

Berbeda lalu dusta,

Kemudian godaan,

Kecil jika terucap,

Kau adalah tombak,

Dan aku papan,

Putuskan dinding tebal,

Aku miliki harapan’

 

 

Every bone screaming I don’t know what we should do

All I know is, darling, I was made for loving you

 

.

.

.

 

Kenangan masa lalu mengenai bagaimana mereka bertemu itu terputus ketika Taemin melihat seorang anak kecil datang menghampiri Minho. anak laki-laki yang usianya kurang lebih 5 tahun itu kemudian memeluk Minho ketika Minho menggendongnya.

 

Membuang muka, Taemin lalu buru-buru melangkah keluar dari toko roti tersebut. Ia melangkah sedikit dan dari dinding kaca toko, ia menoleh, melihat Minho sekali lagi. Kali ini, ada seorang perempuan datang menghampirinya. Dan perempuan itu… sedang hamil.

 

Anak laki-laki yang berada di gendongan Minho tersebut menunjuk-nunjuk sesuatu dan Minho hanya mengangguk, lalu mencium pipi laki-laki kecil itu. that’s what Taemin witnessed before he finally walked home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Daddy!!”

 

Taemin segera tersenyum ketika melihat perempuan paling ia cintai di dunia itu berlari ke arahnya dan segera memeluk tubuh rampingnya saat ia masuk ke dalam apartemennya.

 

I won’t scar your young heart

Just take my hand

 

“Aigoo Ahyeong-ah!” Laki-laki itu dengan segera menyambut pelukan putri kecilnya.

 

“Ayah pulang cepat apa mau ke rumah nenek?” tanya Ahyeong dengan nada yang menggemaskan.

 

Taemin mengangguk. “Anak ayah memang pintar menebak.”

 

“Ayaaah, aku mau ikut ke rumah nenek! Boleh ya?” bujuk gadis kecil itu. ia tau jika ia pergi ke rumah neneknya ia bisa memakan apa saja tanpa larangan ayah dan ibunya, dan itu adalah kesempatah baginya untuk meminta cokelat dan es krim dalam jumlah banyak.

 

“Tidak bisa, sayang. Ayah harus bekerja. Menginap di rumah nenek pun hanya semalam. Nanti Ahyeong capek jika harus ikut ayah,” jawab Taemin.

 

“HUUUUU! IBUUUUUU!!! AYAH JAHAT!” gadis itu segera melepas pelukan Taemin dan memeluk boneka teddy bearnya sambil berlari ke arah ibunya – merajuk.

 

 

Ckckck. Taemin hanya bisa menggelengkan kepalanya seraya tersenyum ketika melihat istrinya menggendong putri manjanya dan mengusap-usap kepalanya, lalu tertawa ke arahnya.

 

“Oppa, apa tidak bisa –“

 

“Naeun, jatah cutiku sudah habis. Aku hanya bisa menginap semalam dan dia pasti rewel kalau harus kembali besok sore.”

 

 

Naeun, wanita cantik itu hanya mengangguk. Ia sungguh mengerti pekerjaan suaminya, bagaimana pun, ia harus membantu Taemin membujuk Ahyeong agar tidak ikut pergi ke Busan.

“Ahyeong, bukankah besok kau akan pergi ke acara ulang tahun Jinsang? Kalau pergi ke rumah nenek kau tidak bisa datang untuk memberinya selamat,” ujarnya, sembari mengusap-usap punggung putrinya yang tengah memeluknya, merengek. Jinsang adalah anak laki-laki yang tinggal satu bangunan dengan mereka – satu lantai di atas apartemen mereka.

 

Ahyeong, gadis kecil itu mengucek matanya yang basah. “Tapi aku kangen nenek…”

 

“Hey, putri ayah yang cantik… bagaimana kalau minggu depan waktu ayah libur kita pergi ke Busan bersama-sama? Nanti kalau bertemu nenek, ayah akan bilang kalau Ahyeong akan berkunjung, jadi nenek dan kakek bisa menyiapkan makanan untuk Ahyeong.” Taemin bicara, menekan hidung putrinya dengan gemas.

 

“Benarkah? Tapi ayah janji kan? Paman Taesun juga ikut? Bagaimana dengan Bibi Boyoung? Woojin oppa?” Ahyeong menyebut keluarga ayahnya satu persatu, bahkan sampai istri dan anak dari kakak laki-laki Taemin.

 

Tertawa kecil, Taemin lalu mengecup pipi Ahyeong lembut. “Ayah akan mengajak mereka semua. Apa kau puas?”

 

Gadis kecil itu hanya mempoutkan bibirnya lucu. Sebenarnya ia suka dengan ide itu, hanya saja ia tidak ingin terlalu lama menunggu – she’s so spoiled. To be honest, sifatnya yang seperti ini sangat mirip dengan Taemin ketika ia lebih muda dari usianya yang sekarang.

 

“Nah, sekarang berhenti merengek pada ibu dan makan kue ini? ayah membelikan satu kotak untuk Ahyeong. Satu kotak untuk nenek.”

 

Wajah Ahyeong seketika berbinar-binar ketika melihat kotak kue dari Taemin. “Ibu! Aku mau makan kue! Turunkan akuuuu!”

 

Yah. Coba lihat tingkah lakunya. Ia benar-benar sangat inosen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Terima kasih.”

 

Taemin kembali memasang headsetnya ketika petugas kereta api selesai mengecek tiket keretanya. Ia menatap keluar jendela, melihat langit yang sudah dihiasi warna keemasan. Menghela nafasnya berat, ia tidak ingin mengingat pertemuan tanpa sengajanya dengan Minho di bakery sebelumnya, tapi bagaimanapun –

 

Drrrt.

 

Seketika ia berhenti melamun ketika musik yang ia dengarkan putus karena Hpnya berdering – ada panggilan masuk.

 

‘Home’

 

Ia tidak berfikir dua kali sampai mengangkat panggilan dari rumahnya di Busan. “Halo?”

 

Rupanya… Taesun?

 

“Iya, aku sekarang sedang di jalan.”

 

Huh?

 

“Aku baik-baik saja hyung. Jangan khawatir. Aku sebentar lagi akan sampai kok.” ucapnya. “Okay… see you hyung… haha… Miss you too.”

Tersenyum kecil, ia melihat layar handphonenya yang berubah menjadi wallpaper gambar Ahyeong. Ia tidak habis pikir mengapa Taesun tiba-tiba menjadi sentimental begini. Mungkin karena bulan lalu mereka belum sempat bertemu – bulan lalu saat Taemin ke Busan, Taesun sedang ada pelatihan di pedesaan.

 

 

I’ve been waiting all my life

 

 

However, ia memutuskan untuk memejamkan matanya. Masih ada waktu satu jam hingga keretanya sampai di Busan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taemin tersenyum ketika menekan bel apartemen keluarganya. Ia memperbaiki posisi ransel berisi pakaiannya, dan memegang kotak kue dengan erat. Meskipun ia tau ibunya pasti mempersiapkan makan malam untuknya, tapi ia selalu suka melihat ekspresi orang tuanya ketika memakan makanan manis seperti ini.

 

“Taemin!”

 

Pintu apartemen segera dibuka dan ia langsung menemui wajah Taesun.

 

“Hyung!!”

 

Mereka segera berpelukan melepas rindu karena hampir dua bulan tidak bertemu – meskipun mereka sangat jarang melontarkannya dengan kata-kata, tapi sejak kecil mereka sangat dekat, jadi itu cukup wajar kalau mereka merasa rindu satu sama lain ketika mereka tidak bertemu dalam waktu cukup lama.

 

“Astaga, apa kau tidak lelah? Ayo masuk!” ajak Taesun.

 

Taemin mengangguk. “Hyung, apa Boyoung noona dan Woojin tidak ikut?” ucap Taemin, basa-basi, sambil melepas sepatu ketsnya.

 

“Tidak. Mereka ada di rumah karena Woojin besok akan masuk sekolah.”

 

Mereka beriringan berjalan menuju ruang makan – seperti biasanya.

 

 

 

“Oh…. begitu. Ngomong-ngomong, tadi aku menjanjikan Ahyeong bahwa minggu depan kita bisa piknik –“

 

 

 

 

 

Seketika kalimat Taemin terputus ketika melihat pemandangan di meja makan.

 

“Apa aku harus menuangkan – oh! Hi, Taemin!”

 

Taemin, laki-laki itu hanya bisa menelan ludahnya. Ia tidak menyangka kalau… Minho ada di rumahnya. Iya! That’s Minho!

 

 

Cause I was made for loving you

 

 

 

Taemin tidak bicara. Ia hanya mencengkram kotak kuenya erat-erat. Ia tidak salah mengingat bahwa last time ia melihat Minho ada di rumah orang tuanya adalah ketika Minho datang berkunjung dan mendengar berita bahwa Taemin akan dinikahkan dengan seorang gadis yang baru saja lulus kuliah bernama Son Naeun.

Ia masih ingat bagaimana raut wajah Minho yang menahan ekspresi – entah apapun yang bisa ia tunjukkan saat itu – saat ibunya mengatakan itu dengan langsung di hadapan Minho, seolah memberi isyarat agar ia berhenti berhubungan “terlalu-dekat” dengan Taemin. Yeah, afterall, she’s a mother, dan mereka adalah penganut agama yang taat. Meskipun Taemin tidak pernah menceritakan bagaimana hubungannya dengan Minho secara jelas, tetapi dari gerak-gerik yang ‘not-so-obvious’ mereka saat itu, ibu Taemin sudah bisa membaca bahwa ada yang tidak beres dari mereka berdua, hingga ia memutuskan untuk menjodohkan Taemin dengan anak temannya. Dan Taemin tidak bisa mengatakan apapun selain menerimanya.

 

 

 

But now… how can….????

 

“Taemin, ayo duduk!” Laki-laki yang paling tua di ruangan tersebut – ayah Taemin, mengajaknya dan Taesun duduk di meja makan.

 

Dengan awkward, Taemin lalu meletakkan kue yang ia beli tadi di pinggir meja. Ia lalu duduk di samping Minho – still awkward, by the way.

 

“Bagaimana kabarmu?” Minho bertanya, casually.

 

“Aku… baik.” Taemin menjawab, lalu mengedarkan pandangannya ke ruangan. Ia menghindari kontak mata dengan Minho – itu tidak akan bagus di hadapan orang tuanya.

 

Ibu mengundangnya kemari waktu kau menelepon akan pulang ke Busan hari ini…” ibu Taemin bicara, membuat Taemin menjadi semakin bingung.

“Kalian kan dulu sangat dekat… tapi entah kenapa jadi tidak pernah bertemu. Ibu dan ayah juga sudah lama tidak bicara dengan Minho, jadi tidak ada salahnya kalau kita bereuni.”

 

Taemin mengernyitkan alisnya. ia tidak bisa memberikan ekspresi atau respon lain selain tampak semakin bingung. Jujur saja ia tidak menyangka bahwa ibunya yang memiliki inisiatif untuk mengajak Minho makan malam di rumahnya. He thought that his mom hated Minho….

 

“Minho bilang kalian masih sering berbicara…”

 

 

Taemin mengalihkan pandangannya ke arah Minho. pupil matanya sedikit membesar, seolah mengatakan ‘aku-tidak-percaya-bahwa-kau-mengatakannya-pada-ibuku’ dan Minho hanya tersenyum sebagai balasannya.

 

“… syukurlah kalau begitu. Jadi ibu juga tidak sungkan untuk mengundangnya makan malam bersama…” lanjut ibu Taemin.

 

 

“Terima kasih, Ny. Lee. Jujur saja aku juga sudah cukup lama tidak mencicipi masakan enak ini. dan ternyata benar, rasanya masih tetap enak.” Minho bicara, membuat ibu Taemin tertawa. Ugh, he is indeed a sweet talker.

 

Laki-laki yang paling muda itu hanya diam dan memakan makan malamnya. Dan makan malam pun berjalan dengan santai – maybe, kecuali Taemin yang masih merasa ini semua surreal.

 

 

 

 

Every bone screaming I don’t know what we should do

 

 

 

 

“So… mind to explain?” Taemin memperlambat langkahnya setelah ia dan Minho berdiaman selama berjalan ke swalayan dan kembali – mereka pergi untuk membeli beberapa kaleng bir dan dibawa pulang.

 

“Aku rasa ibumu sudah cukup menjelaskan?” Minho membalas. Ia begitu santai dan Taemin kesal karenanya.

 

Ia menghela nafas. “Ok. But… bagaimana bisa kau memberitau ibuku bahwa kita masih sering bicara?” sahut Taemin. Ia tidak terima dengan jawaban singkat Minho.

 

“Taemin, aku tidak mengatakannya. Ibumu yang meneleponku dan menanyakan kabarku, dan aku pikir ini suatu yang aneh juga. Lalu ia bertanya apa aku dan kau masih sering bertemu, dan aku hanya bisa bilang yang sejujurnya – which is yes, we meet frequently, we communicate too.”

 

“Couldn’t you say no? Or not really, maybe?”

 

Laki-laki yang lebih tinggi itu tertawa. Ia memasukkan satu tangannya ke saku celananya. “Kau dan aku bekerja di company yang sama. Bagaimana bisa –“

 

“But you’re CEO, dan aku ada di bagaian review untuk kualitas kantor cabang. It does make sense kalau kita tidak sering bertemu, Minho. it really does.”

 

Minho diam sejenak, and so does Taemin.

 

 

 

“You should have heard how your mom’s voice when he called me, Taemin. Aku tidak bisa berbohong padanya. In fact, honestly, aku juga sudah lelah menghindari teleponnya.”

 

Taemin melebarkan matanya tidak percaya. “Apa kau baru saja mengatakan… ibuku mencoba menghubungimu beberapa kali?”

 

Laki-laki yang lebih tinggi itu mengangguk, membuat Taemin semakin heran. “Aku pikir ia akan menyuruhku menjauh – lagi – darimu seperti ketika ia mengatakan kau akan menikah years before…” ucapnya, menunduk sebentar, kemudian kembali menatap wajah Taemin. “… but it was not. this time… dia terdengar seperti… memintaku kembali untuk membahagiakanmu.”

 

I was made for loving you

 

Taemin mengalihkan pandangannya, tertawa pahit. “Don’t make it sound like it’s a hopeless, Minho.”

 

But it is, Taemin. I mean, it was. Hubungan kita, selama ini hanya kita berdua yang tau. kau bahkan tidak bicara pada istrimu, dan aku tidak bicara soal kau di hadapan istriku. We acted like we’re strangers when we met to each others ketika kau bersama istriku, atau sebaliknya, atau bahkan keduanya. What do you name it if it’s not a hopeless heart, Lee Taemin?”

 

 

 

Even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through

 

 

Again, Taemin membuang mukanya dari hadapan Minho. ia benci bagaimana kalimat Minho itu benar. right. Their love, their relationship, their heart, were hopeless. And it sounds so miserable because when they both know that it’s hopeless, they still choose to love each other secretly – just for both of them.

 

Every bone screaming I don’t know what we should do

 

 

Taemin tidak sempat merespon kalimat Minho ketika ia merasakan Minho membawa Taemin ke dalam pelukannya. “You should know Taemin… that I really wanted to hug you since we met tonight because… finally, ibumu tidak akan mengusirku dari rumahnya…”

 

Hanya kekehan kecil dari Taemin, as he leaned his head on Minho’s shoulder, and let his tears down on his cheek. Ia tidak bisa menjelaskan mengapa ia menangis. It’s just… ia tau bahwa hubungan mereka tidak bisa diterima bagaimanapun, dan mereka masih saling mencintai and at the same time, mereka sudah memiliki orang lain di dalam hidup mereka masing-masing. Bahkan memberikan pelukan hangat, which is a basic physical interaction between a couple, seperti ini saja sangat susah – mereka tidak bisa melakukannya secara spontan.

Kau pasti mengerti rasanya, ketika ada satu orang saja yang tidak akan memisahkan mereka dari pelukan ini, itu adalah sesuatu hal yang sangat mereka syukuri. Meskipun, mungkin… itu akan menggores luka untuk beberapa orang, but still, it’s a moment they should appreciate – because this is what a hopeless heart looks like.

 

Please don’t go, I’ve been waiting so long

 

 

 

“Taemin…”

Minho memanggil Taemin, as they broke the hug.

 

“Uhm?” Taemin merespon. Ia lalu tersenyum sambil menekan punggung tangannya di pelupuk matanya yang basah.

 

“Mau memegang tanganku sambil berjalan pulang?”

 

 

Hold me close through the night

Don’t let me go, we’ll be alright

 

 

 

Taemin tersenyum simpul. “Cold but warm, lamps in night, walk me home, hold my hand…” ucapnya.

 

 

Touch my soul and hold it tight

 

 

“You’re still this poetic…” Minho terkekeh, mengambil tangan Taemin ke dalam genggamannya.

 

“Does it sounds so cheesy?”

 

“I’m melted though. Like a mozarella,” canda Minho.

 

“Hahaha! You prankster!” Taemin menusuk pipi Minho.

 

“Minjae sangat suka keju mozarella, btw. Pantas saja dia semakin berat…”

 

Huh?

 

 

“What?” Minho menoleh ketika Taemin menghentikan langkahnya – their hands still twirled by the way.

 

“Aku melihatmu di bakery hari ini. Bersama Minjae dan Joohyun – istrimu. Jawab aku, apa dia hamil?”

 

Minho menaikkan alisnya, kemudian mengangguk. “Kami akan punya anak laki-laki lagi.”

 

 

Taemin diam.

 

Tak lama kemudian, Minho tersenyum. Oh come on, ia sudah sangat mengerti bahkan ketika Taemin tidak bicara apapun – they have been together about 10 years.

 

“Taemin, I swear. I was drunk… I was completely… drunk – I don’t even remember anything at the moment. And… goaaaal! I accidentally score a baby.”

 

Taemin berdecis, kemudian ia tertawa kecil. Look at him. Minho selalu tau bagaimana membuat big things menjadi sesuatu yang funny – which you don’t even take it seriously. Shit, why is he in love with this jokster so bad?

 

 

“Kau harus menikahkan Ahyeong dengan Minjae 20 tahun lagi? Maybe 25 tahun lagi?” Minho bicara, as they walk again.

 

“WHAT? Tidak. Aku… ugh, okay. Aku hanya tidak bisa membayangkan ia menikah dengan seorang laki-laki…” Taemin merespon.

 

“Aku lihat Ahyeong sangat mirip denganmu dan Minjae sangat mirip denganku. Kita bisa melihat bagaimana wajah anak kita(?) jika nanti mereka punya anak.”

 

Dan mereka tertawa bersama.

 

 

 

All I know is, darling, I was made for loving you

 

 

 

 

“Sayang… apa menurutmu ini jalan yang baik? Aku merasa… aku mungkin sudah sangat berdosa pada Naeun dan Ahyeong.” Ny. Lee bicara. Ia dan suaminya berada di kamar tidur dan berdiskusi ringan. Berdiskusi pada suaminya adalah hal yang paling sering ia lakukan as an old married couple.

 

“Tapi kau tetap melakukannya. Kau tetap meminta Minho datang dan kita bisa melihat sendiri… Taemin tidak pernah lebih bahagia dari hari ini,” Tn. Lee menjawab.

 

Menghela nafasnya, wanita tua itu mengangguk. “Taemin sudah terlalu lama menjadi anak yang penurut. Ketika melihatnya… aku sangat tidak tega.”

 

“Kau adalah ibu yang baik, sayang. Mungkin sekarang sudah saatnya, membiarkan Taemin mencari kebahagiaannya sendiri. aku sangat yakin pada anak kita. dia sudah dewasa dan pasti tau bagaimana melangkah. Kau sudah melakukan hal yang benar.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

END.

[Part 3/END] Sex And Relationship – 2min

hello!

it’s been a long day hahaha

I researched stuffs today but I’m not expert so besaically, things up in this fics are not even close to the reality LMAO /SAD

anyway glad that some of you leave a comment in the chapter before – I swear this should be a one shoot but I wrote too much lmao (a lot of unnecessary things, i know)

wrote it in quick so i hope you all could get the feel by the help of backsound music hehe.

 

 

 

 

Sex and Relationship

author: flamingaze

 

 

 

 

BGM : Ed Sheeran – Dive (click the link to hear it xoxo)

 

 

 

The proper goodbye

 

 

“I… love you, Minho.”

 

Taemin opened his eyes, suddenly looked around.

He was in bed – Minho’s bed.

He blinked couple times, realizing that it’s already noon. Right, he was coming to Minho’s room last night and did the thing with that man.

 

Wait.

 

Not only did it.

 

He also… confessed.

 

 

 

Maybe I came on too strong

Maybe I waited too long

 

 

“What the fuck?” Taemin sweared at himself, as he got off from bed and looking at his reflection in the mirror.

He gulped, starring at his beautiful naked body in the mirror. His hair was in a total mess, lips got swollen, million red marks – you called them hickeys – on his neck, and basically, these white and fair skin which was touched by Minho’s sinful hands.

 

The boy turned around, looking for Minho. well, he’s nowhere outside of his sight.

“Minho?” he called his name and there was no answer.

 

Walked near the balcony, he didn’t find Minho – there was only a blanket – that he used to cover his body before – lied on the floor. He bited his lips, remembering the love he had spoke to Minho last night. But…

 

“Taemin, I don’t think that you love me. You might be just really like to have sex with me.”

 

That’s what Minho’s answer. Honestly, that’s a really logic response but it sucks – and quite hurt to be heard. Minho might be right, though. If you asked him if he’s embarassed about the confession, yes he is. But if you asked him if he regrets it or not, he would say no… perhaps? Because, how could you call it’s not a love if your sickness, heartbroken, and sadness faded away and replaced by the heart-throbing which caused by another person? But Taemin couldn’t respond Minho’s statement anyway.

 

Maybe I played my cards wrong

Oh just a little bit wrong

 

 

He might be fall to a wrong person, yes it might be. But what could he do? It’s what his heart felt – Taemin was sure about that, cause he never felt like that before. He felt that he wanted to escape but it’s too late cause his heart was already sank in Minho’s ocean.

 

The pretty boy then came inside the bathroom for shower. He should leave this morning. Right, Taemin, you could fell in love in an instant way and got hurt by it, but you could get up and move on easily too – and you MUST.

 

When he’s done with his shower and get dressed, he starred at his phone, and read a message Akiko sent to him last night, and this morning.

 

 

‘Taemin, can’t we make up things? I love you.’

 

‘I should have not hoping you to forgive me, but I’m sorry. But you need to know that I love you, and that’s not changing – still.’

 

 

 

Taemin sighed. He then replied to her,

 

 

‘I will take my luggage and move. I’m sorry too for everything I’ve done to you.’

 

 

He got a message in a minute after he sent it.

 

‘You don’t want to come back to me, do you?’

 

Just by reading the message, Taemin felt he just faced an uncomfortable conversation and he’s already tired of it – in fact, he has already tired since years ago – it’s just he felt that now, he couldn’t bear them anymore.

 

He replied.

 

‘You’ve guessed it right.’

 

 

 

And that’s it. Their relationship is officially dead.

 

He sat in the sofa, and then opened the Airbnb site, looking for places he could rent monthly starting from today – he thought it would be good if he could directly moving in there after he took his luggage from the place he used to stay with his girlfriend – i mean ex-girlfriend.

He scrolled down his phone and found a place he could rent monthly – a bit far from his workplace but it’s near station. Maybe he could rent that for a month – or if that’s a good one, he probably could extend the rent – cause that’s the simplest way to get a secure place just now.

Renting process done in some seconds and he already called the host, Tatsuya, that he would come this evening to start the rent. Fortunately, the host was really nice and welcomed. What a relief.

 

 

 

“Oh, you’re already wake up.”

 

That husky voice made him turned left. That’s Minho.

 

Taemin just stood, looking at the handsome boy awkwardly – nothing could be more awkward than saying hello to a person who you confessed your feeling before.

 

“You look pretty.” Minho said, as he pinched Taemin’s cheek – he’s still as attractive as yesterday, by the way.

 

The shorter boy turned against him when Minho tried to kiss his cheek – told you, he seemed to like kissing Taemin’s cheek – and it made Minho realized that he was… rejected. In affection.

 

Well, he just smiled at Taemin. “Do you want to go for breakfast?” he offered. Yeah, this man knew how to break the silence and awkward – like nothing was happened.

 

Taemin released his heavy breathe. In his head, he’s so mad at Minho. He wanted to curse him for being care, flirty, and asshole, but a sweet and a man he’s in love with at the same time. How he wished he would not fall for him everytime he called him pretty.

 

“I need to take my luggage and move out. I just paid my house rent.” Taemin said.

 

Minho raised his eyebrows. “I thought that we have dealed that you will stay here –“

 

“Until i get the new place, yes. And thanks God, technology does exist that I could book and pay my rent everywhere only with this tiny thing you called phone.” Taemin answered.

 

Minho laughed. “Okay. What a defense,” he said. “I didn’t expect that we would say good bye this morning.”

 

I did expect this happend.” Taemin spoke, in annoying tone. “And I’m very glad that it is happening now.”

 

The handsome boy smiled at him. “Are you mad at me, baby?”

 

“No. And I’m not your baby.

 

 

 

So don’t call me baby

Unless you mean it

 

 

“Okay, you’re not mad.”

 

“Don’t give me that look if you don’t want me to mad at you.”

 

“It’s fine. You’re so pretty when you mad, though.”

 

 

 

Choi Minho. please stop.

 

I could fall or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

 

 

 

“Stop calling me pretty.” Taemin said.

 

“But how could you ask me to lie to you? Because you are. You are so pretty.”

 

Taemin looked at him in fierce look – he’s indeed look so mad. He’s really mad that Minho could still make him blush even he’s already been rejected – and he would still feel like he’s that pretty in Minho’s eyes.

 

“If I’m so pretty as what you said, no one could reject me. Or abandoned me.” Taemin spoke in sarcasm.

 

I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

 

 

Minho smiled at him. “Was it because last night when you say you love –“

 

“No. I’m talking about my ex-girlfriend.” Taemin cut Minho’s words – denial.

 

Minho stepped closer to Taemin, and the shorter boy walked back until his back met the wall. That’s not a good place to have a conversation with, to be honest. Not when Minho was one step in front of him.

The taller boy touched Taemin’s chin as they faced each other’s beautiful faces. Well, look at that pretty face Taemin had; he frowned and obviously look pissed off. Don’t you find him really cute when you recall back how they met, then had sex, and from that instant night, Taemin acted like a mad spoiled boy because his ‘boyfriend’ didn’t say what he wanted to hear?

 

Still smiling at Taemin, Minho, being the player as he usually does, bended forward and reached Taemin’s lips.

 

Lord in the heaven, please?! Let Minho stop made this child fell more and more because his heart soon would be broken worse than yesterday.

 

The kiss stopped in a sec as Taemin pushed Minho’s body gently.

 

“Minho, I’m not your toy.” Taemin said, as he felt surrender.

 

Minho flenched. “You’re not. Also, I played video game – I hate toys,” he replied, still have those bad jokes.

 

Well, that made Taemin did another stupidity. He laughed – bitterly – to his bad joke. “I think I have to go now.”

 

The taller man stepped backwards. “Okay… time to say good bye, i guess?”

 

Taemin nodded, then he lowered his head as he walked to take his jacket.

 

 

 

“Hey.”

Taemin stopped as he listen to Minho’s voice calling him.

 

Don’t tell me you need me

If you don’t believe it

 

 

“When you’re out from this room, please remember that you’re beautiful, you deserve everything, and you will find someone who love you equally as you love this person.”

 

The pretty boy took a breathe in a sec. He really wanted to leave and forgot every mess that happened last night, but something in Minho’s words just told him to think otherwise.

 

Choi Minho, how could you say like that when in fact, Taemin wished that person was you?

 

“Minamihanahata, Adachi 121-0073. You know where to go if you want someone laugh over your bad jokes.”

 

That’s what Taemin said as he left Minho’s room.

 

 

“Shit, Lee Taemin. Why did you just tell him casually like that?” he complained to his heart as he entered the lift. It’s not like Minho would come to visit him, though.

 

 

I’ve been known to give my all

 

Or… is he?

 

 

 

And jumping in harder than

10,000 rocks on the lake

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, he’s not.

It’s already seven weeks since Taemin stayed in this house.

 

===

 

 

It’s already night, 10 pm.

 

Taemin sighed. He walked slowly from the station nearby, he’s really exhausted since he was at the office. They were in a rush and rush and rush and rush for reporting and editing the news. But this was what he should thank for – got busy, and got money for rent and basically life.

He was about to think that he would put a jazz music as he showered and got chill after exhausting life recently he passed, until he stopped his feet from walking. Found someone he knew really well stood in front of his small apartement.

 

 

 

Silence.

 

He. Didn’t. expect. Minho. to come.

 

What is he doing here? How can he come here when I started to stop hoping him to visit? How can he still remember this address? Since when he stood there? Why does he come over? Those questions came into Taemin’s mind without stop.

 

“Hi.” Minho talked to him, friendly. Fuck, he’s so handsome with that white long tee with baby blue jeans.

 

Taemin walked as he faced the handsome boy closer. “Good evening,” he said, in a flat tone, flat expression.

 

“I bought some grocerries. Have you eaten your dinner?” Minho asked. He showed Taemin a big plastic bag on his hand.

Taemin looked at him in disbelief. How could this man come and bought a grocerries after they did not talk for weeks? What the fuck?!

“So… you have got your dinner.” Minho said, breaking Taemin’s confussion.

 

“What are you doing here?” Taemin finally spoke, after choosing what question he should ask first.

 

“You told me your address the other day before. I thought I can come over to have some meal, perhaps?” He answered.

 

 

 

So let me know the truth

Before I dive right into you

 

 

THEN WHY THE FUCK YOU JUST COME TODAY? Taemin really wanted to burst out into that question but he didn’t want to argue – he needs to chill so he would not like he’s hoping things going far between them.

 

“Come over.” Taemin said as he opened the door and let Minho in to his place – never did he knew that he just let him entered his palpitating heart. Again.

 

“What a nice place.” Minho said as he entered the small apartement Taemin got – it’s only two floor with three house in the same garden, and Taemin got the first floor one.

 

“I will get a shower and cook, I guess?” Taemin said as he opened the grocerries Minho put in the dining table.

 

“No, just take a shower. I will cook for both of us.” Minho replied, as he took the grocerries from Taemin.

 

The shorter boy stepped aside. “Okay. But I don’t want to eat that carrot,” he said. He wasn’t wrong when he found that orange vegetable before.

 

“You don’t like carrot?” Minho looked at him in disbelief.

 

“Yeah, why?”

 

“It’s good for your eyes.”

 

“So? It’s not that I’m going to die if I don’t eat them.” Taemin defended himself.

 

Minho laughed. “Okay, no carrot. Any other special request you don’t want to eat?”

 

“Other than carrot is fine.”

 

“Okay. Take your shower now and the meal will be ready soon.” Minho smiled. Attractively.

 

 

 

Ugh. Can’t he just stop being this beautiful?

 

“Well, happy cooking, i guess?” Taemin spoke, leaving the dining room and got in to the bathroom after he took some clothes from his wardrobe.

 

You’re a mystery

 

 

 

 

Taemin went out from bathroom when Minho was pouring a corn soup. The taller man then put them into the table, along with a fetuccini – with shrimp and mushroom.

 

“Have a seat.” Minho said as he saw Taemin with his pajama came close to the dining table.

“How is it?” he asked as soon as Taemin tasted the soup.

 

“Nice. Because… no carrot.” Taemin answered, smiled a bit.

 

Minho giggled. “I listened to what you order.”

 

“I’m honored then.”

 

 

Minho smiled at him. “So… how’s life?” he asked, as they eat together.

 

“Busy. I got rush for news lately. Reporting the free trade agreement between US and Japan. You know, your lovely president is problematic.” Taemin answered.

 

“Wow. You said ‘lovely’ as if I like Donald Trump.” Minho against him.

 

“That’s your president.” Taemin replied, closer to mocked him, by the way.

 

“He is, but I don’t want to call him a president. Everybody knows that he’s a dick.”

 

“Well, you can’t call him a dick.” Taemin said.

 

“Why, though?”

 

“Because that means you have your own Donald Trump.”

 

 

 

 

Silence.

 

 

 

“OHMYGOD HAHAHAHA!” Minho bursted in laugh and Taemin couldn’t help but also laugh at his own joke. Now, who got a bad joke and who laughed at the bad joke?

“I would never named him Donald Trump. Never.” Minho said.

 

“Then what you called him? Tiny Minho?” Taemin asked.

 

“Listen. Don’t ever called him tiny anymore because you know it’s not ‘tiny’ as what you mentioned.”

 

Taemin held his laugh. Oh shit, where the fuck the awkward went to?

“I don’t know, Sir. I forgot if that’s tiny or supertiny.” Taemin said.

 

Minho’s eyes got wider as he listened to Taemin’s response, making the pretty boy laughed out loud. Truely… he’s truely annoying.

“Fuck.” He swore at Taemin.

 

You did. With no protection.” Taemin answered again – more annoying.

 

Minho bited his lips and laughed. “You asked me, with no mercy.”

 

“I did.” Taemin answered. “And still didn’t make you love me.”

 

 

 

 

Oops.

Those sentence brought them into silence.

God, Lee Taemin. You really didn’t know how to shut your mouth, did you?

 

“Well…” Minho spoke. “I guess… you mad at me?”

 

Taemin took the glass of a water and drank it. He shook his head. “I’m moving on. As you can see,” he smiled, trying to make good atmosphere. He didn’t lie though. At least he tried to move on from that fucking one-night-stand-turned-into-love.

 

Does it mean you found the love of your life, then?” Minho asked – he sounded curious.

 

Taemin raised his eyebrows, then nodded. “Yes.

 

“Who is this lucky person? If you don’t mind to tell.”

 

Taemin gulped. “His name is… Kevin. He’s from… Australia.”

Minho tilted his head. He listened to Taemin carefully.

“He…” Taemin paused a second before he continue, “… he is taller than me, he got a curly hair, slim body, beautiful blue eyes, pale skin, he wore… a ring in his nose, and he has a descent voice when he speak.”

 

Minho smiled at him. “So, he really sounds like that young LGBT icon who’s popular in US named Troye Sivan.”

 

Taemin coughed – almost choked. “But his name is Kevin.”

 

Well, even stupid people would realize that Taemin was lying. But Minho didn’t against him anyway, he just smiled at Taemin.

Kevin must be jealous if he knew that I cooked for his boyfriend.” he spoke.

 

The pretty boy just shrugged. “Maybe. He’s not that jealous.”

 

“What a fortunate. If I were Kevin, I would have been very… very jealous hearing another gay man came to see you when you’re alone. Especially, when you had that face.” Minho said, as he took their empty plates. “No offence, I’m being honest that you’re getting prettier now.”

 

Taemin frowned. “At least he trust me. Because I’m a faithful one, and I believe with my heart.” He answered in confident – shaded Minho a bit – while helped Minho to put the plates in the westafel – to be washed.

 

“You must be have a really good heart, Lee Taaemin.”

 

“I am. You’re not the one who said so.”

 

“It’s really good that you have that confident now. Look at yourself Lee Taemin. You’re smart, brave, confident, and amazing in person.”

 

 

I have travelled the world

And there’s no other boy like you, no one

 

 

Taemin smiled at Minho. He held himself, trying to identify what’s the meaning of those compliments. He hoped he would not fall to it.

But… he didn’t expected that Minho suddenly gave him a kiss in his forehead – it was really quick.

 

 

“I’m sorry for the kiss…” the tall man said. “I felt like we didn’t get a chance to say a nice goodbye before. I’ve been thinking of you lately, so… I came to see you – to say a proper good bye to you.”

 

Taemin blinked his eyes. “Proper goodbye… what do you mean?”

 

Minho smiled. “I’m coming back to US tomorrow.

 

I could fall or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

 

Taemin gulped. He couldn’t speak. So… this time has came. He didn’t have any hope. He really wished he could say that he love the handsome man but the fear of rejection haunted him.

Face the reality, Lee Taemin! Minho came here to say goodbye to you, not because anything else.

Okay but…

 

 

“Have you… told the other boys a proper goodbye?” Taemin asked, in a low tone. “Because… if you haven’t… I think you should –“

 

No.” Minho answered, undoubtfully. “I don’t usually say good bye to everyone I met randomly… I think… because we didn’t say a nice goodbye, I should… no, I mean…” Minho paused. He looked at other than Taemin – as he was thinking why should he say a proper goodbye to Taemin, unlike the other boys.

 

 

 

 

 

A couple minutes of silence.

 

“Taemin…”

 

“Minho…”

 

 

They called each other’s name at the same moment. Both of their eyes met and both of them paused, wondering what’s on the other’s mind.

 

“You first.” Taemin said.

 

 

“I…” Minho released a breathe. “I wonder… if you don’t mind…”

 

 

 

Again, he paused.

 

Taemin was in silence when Minho stopped his sentences.

Both of them stared at each other’s eyes.

No one talked – but Taemin had a speculation in his mind about Minho, so he replied,

 

 

 

I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

 

 

 

 

 

“… I don’t mind.”

 

 

That’s it.

 

The next second, Minho bended his face and kissed Taemin lips. he kissed him gently and sweet as what he did before; but this time… it’s a bit… different.

 

Taemin didn’t give any protest reaction as Minho walked him into his bed – they fell into that single bed, kissing each other’s lips.

 

Minho broke their kiss in a second. “Taemin, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t do this to you. I’m just –“

 

“Can you shut the fuck up and don’t stop kissing me?”

 

Minho blinked his eyes. He didn’t expect Taemin’s reaction – though he was happy for Taemin’s respond.

 

Taemin then moved aside, leaving a space beside him for Minho. “Let’s pretend that nothing happened today.”

 

Slowly, Minho the lied down beside him. He didn’t speak anything, he just gave Taemin a sweet and delicate cuddle, and they kissed couple times until Taemin fell asleep in Minho’s arm.

 

 

 

There were no sex. Not even dirty thought.

 

 

 

 

 

As he fell asleep, Taemin let his tears rolled down to his cheek until it’s finally drained after landed in Minho’s clothes. Without saying any words, Minho embraced the pretty boy and kissed his forehead softly.

 

I’ve been known to give my all

And lie awake, every day

Don’t know how much I can take

 

 

 

 

 

So don’t call me baby

Unless you mean it

 

 

===

 

 

 

Dear Lee Taemin,

 

I wished I could wake you up in the morning but I couldn’t – you’re sleeping lika a dainty angel I didn’t dare to speak anything.

 

 

 

Taemin washed his face quickly, and without thinking twice, he went out from his apartement – he didn’t care that he’s still in his pajama with an ugly footwear without any sock in it.

 

 

I’m flying to US this morning, and my flight is the first flight to go. It’s really hard to say it without feeling sad. I’ve been thinking since months and I realized now that I’m such a loser.

 

 

Taemin ran as fast as he could. He looked around in the middle of people who were passing and looked at him in confused – he looked weird, but who cares? He then finally stopped when he got a taxi.

 

 

You told me about your feelings the other day. You might not believe this but that time… honey, honestly, I was really confuse – I didn’t know what love means and I would never thought that I could have a chance to feel that chessy feelings called love.

 

 

 

“Narita airport. Please be quick…” Taemin said as he got in to the taxi.

 

 

Eversince you told me that you loved me and left, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I went out and find any other people I could spend a night with, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about you. And i wonder… is this what you feel when you’re in love? Is it possible to be in love when someone told you that he’s in love with you?

 

 

 

 

Taemin closed his eyes. He then held his tears as he continue to read Minho’s letter to him.

 

 

So I decided to meet you today. I honestly wanted to ask you about this thing. But I could see, clearly, that I have given you a heartbreak the other day. I would never dare to tell you that I miss you – how I wish I could turn back the time and tell you about the feelings I would probably never have a chance to tell you directly. Because, honey, you should have known, that you deserve everything. And if God does exist, He may do this to me because I don’t deserve you.

 

 

Taemin shook his head. Minho is a dumb. He is so stupid that Taemin would really want to tell him that directly.

 

 

 

I knew I made you cried, and I could do nothing – how many times you cried because of me? But, I hope that it won’t happen again starting from now.

You deserve to be happy; you deserve a man that could treat you better than me. And I really mean it that I hope you find that man soon.

 

 

 

Taemin gave the cash money to the driver as soon as they arrived in the airport. Without thinking twice, he ran out in the airport, looking at the board that showed the flights for today.

 

“LAX… LAX….” he mumbled, reading one by one list of the flight.

 

 

For letting me know how does it feel to be in love, I’m really thankful to you Lee Taemin. I will always remember you when I look at the sky, because I know, you’ll always be my Orion – those constellation that help people to find a way when they’re lost – as you let me find what was the meaning of those complex feelings called love.

Please take care of this necklace. I gave it for you as I apologize for everything, and for this feelings I had never spoke to you.

 

 

 

 

Taemin cried. He opened his grip as he heard this morning’s flight has just flown – he was too late to think that he could meet Minho today – and he found the necklace, with the pendant of Orion-constellation shaped.

 

 

 

 

I love you, I’m sorry for too late realizing it.

Choi Minho

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love you… I love you Minho. I love you…” Taemin sobbed, he wished he could do something to find Minho right now.

 

 

I could fall or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

 

 

 

His heart was exploded into million pieces. They didn’t even have any time to talk about how they were in love to each other; and blaming Minho was useless, because he also didn’t think that Taemin would like to accept him wholeheartedly if he knew his feelings.

 

 

 

I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

 

 

 

It hurts, indeed. But if it didn’t hurt, it wasn’t love.

 

 

 

I’ve been known to give my all

Sitting back, looking at

Every mess that I made

 

So don’t call me baby

Unless you mean it

Don’t tell me you need me

If you don’t believe it

So let me know the truth

Before I dive right into you

Before I dive right into you

Before I dive right into you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EPILOGUE – two years after;

 

Taemin took his phone as he heard that it vibrated in his pocket. He looked at Akiko’s name in there.

“Excuse me,” he said as he spoke to his co workers – they were in a restaurant to have dinner together – then he went out of the restaurant to picked up the call.

“Hello?”

 

“Taemin? Could you please do me a favor?”

 

“What is it?”

 

“Yukio told me that his parents would come over. What do you think I should wear? A dress?”

 

Taemin rolled his eyes. “Do you think that I have experienced those shit? Wear whatever you want and – ouch!”

He held his shoulder as when some people pushed him accidentally. He turned around and found some boys in uniform apologized to him. Well, it’s Valentine night, so people must be in hurry, he thought that he shouldn’t make a small mistakes become bigger. He then just nodded and when he’s about to turn back….

 

 

 

 

 

 

… he blinked his eyes. Looking at a person in the street across him.

 

That guy was crossing the street, directly walked into him. Again, Taemin blinked his eyes again, until that man stood in front of him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Choi… Minho?”

 

He said, in a tremble voice. The guy who stood in front of him looked as shock as him. Taemin looked at the coffee that man held and it’s written his name, Choi Minho.

 

Everything was recalling back. Who thought that they would be meet after years passed? They didn’t even exchange each other’s contact before – that they couldn’t even know how each other’s life.

They both didn’t speak; couldn’t believe with what’s shown in front of their eyes.

 

 

 

 

Until a minute when Minho found that the necklace he gave to Taemin was there; beautifully locked up in his neck…

 

 

 

The taller guy smiled and without thinking twice, he embraced Taemin’s slim body, whispering in his reddish ear, “I’ve been miss you for long time, my Love.”

 

 

 


 

 

please leave a comment haha

I swear I’m not advertising Airbnb lmao

also sorry for the worse feels i am so !#$%^ writing this

love you all ^^

[Part A] Sex and Relationship – 2min

I was in a hate relationship with wordpress because of something that gave me anxiety but my facebook note was uncooperative they asked me to write in 300 words in maximum are u kidding me wtf -_-

so, i finally back to wordpress oh hello bitches, flamingaze is posting new story haha

 

I made this story because I had a quality convo with my buddy couple days ago and i suddenly got inspiration (lol thanks anyway i got my writing mood)

wrote in english cause… MOOD AF HA

 

 

 

 

 

Sex and Relationship

author: flamingaze

 

 

 

BGM : Troye Sivan – Gasoline

(listen. this is a good song and i hope you all can listen to it while reading this)

 

 

 

 

A straight boy in a gay bar

 

 

“You are, Taemin. You’re the one who made me feel uncomfortable, and never. Ever. Blame. Your fault. To my friends.”

 

 

“Shit!”

 

Taemin grabbed the margarita bottle which stood in front of him and drank those liquid with no mercy. As if he would die because of drunk. He would never understand why he couldn’t feel offended when people offend him by calling him fag – a faggot. Who even a fag?

Okay, fair, he blessed with those pretty face, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t love his girl, Akiko, who was just mad to him because he gave some contrast opinion against what her friends call him the other time – literally, they said something like “Akiko, why are you dating those Korean fag boy?”. That’s the most awful disgrace comment he ever heard in his entire life and Akiko didn’t even defends him.

 

If it’s possible to be the number-one-loser, Taemin would have had already dead by cutting his wrist or joining those criminal shit blue whale game – unfortunately he’s a little bit smart so he didn’t let himself die because of the anger, or embarassement never he did want to take. Wait, correction. He is not that smart. I could say this because he’s now in… gay bar.

 

The reason why he stepped his legs into this place is because he didn’t want to come to the “straight” club, because he might be met his girlfriend, or her friends, or relatives, whoever; and he could never hold his temper more. Pretty much stupid as a reason, but there is another reason, tho. He wanted to proof that he isn’t a fag – not even his tiny little toe is a fag, because you know, when you received a lot of hate comments, sometimes, you had that unnecessary anxiety, or probably a little bit stress which forced you to proof, at least to yourself that none of those shits are right. Very logic and basic, i know.

 

 

His eyes were scanning the people around. There are two types of people in this place. First, that boys who wear make ups, and be sass around. Second, those hulk nasty and sweaty dudes who are so horny; it creeps him a lot. But anyway he didn’t care for those men who offered him drink, who asked him to dance, or anything.

 

Until one guy.

 

 

“Is this seat free?”

That husky voice woke him up from the laziness he built. The man who just asked him stood in front of him. He’s wearing a really casual clothes – it’s white pattern shirt with khaki pants – unlike any other men in this place.

 

“Yeah.” Taemin answered. He decided to let him sit beside him behind the bar desk because this man didn’t seem flirty. And he looked… clean? Okay, he could say edgy instead.

 

“Vodka, sir?” the bartender offered him and he nodded.

 

“With a glass please,” he said. And that kinda sound sarcasm since he looked at how Taemin drank a margarita in a bottle directly.

 

 

“So, is this place the best one?”

 

Taemin flinched his eyebrows. Did he just talk to him?

 

“I’m asking you.” The man answered Taemin’s mind. Wow, is he a mind-reader or something?

 

Nevertheless, Taemin didn’t think of it’s bad idea to answer him. He looks good tho, they could probably made a best friend. “Oh, well… I don’t know,” he said.

 

“Are you a fresh man here?” he asked. “Thanks,” he then said it when the bartender handed him a glass of vodka.

 

“Fresh man… what do you mean?”

 

He smiled as soon as he realized that Taemin didn’t understand that slang words. Also… wait. How could he had those… nice smile?

“So, you must be a fresh man. Are you barely legal?”

 

-_-

Taemin sighed. Right. He could hold the way this man asked like he’s that new kid who just excited about his first time in club.

 

“No. It’s because I’m not gay.” Taemin answered, with great pride in his tone.

 

“Oh… you’re straight but you’re in the gay bar?”

 

“You can say that.”

 

“Hmm… interesting.” He said before sipping his drink. “So… what are you up to here?”

 

 

“Nothing. I’m bored and I think talking with someone I would never imagine to met will be good, so… yeah.”

 

“It’s not as what you’re thinking, isn’t it?”

 

“Exactly. These people are very… exhibitionist, and… is this how gay bar works?”

 

The man raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Kind of, but not all places are same. Gay bar are same with the usual bar you visited. The differences are all you can find is men, and you might saw some chic twink around.”

 

Again, Taemin flinched his eyebrows. “What do you mean chic twink?”

 

He laughed. “Chic. A chic boy, and he’s twink. Perhaps, you’re the example.”

 

Taemin blinked his eyes. “Is that a compliment?” he asked, feeling uncomfortable to be called like that.

 

“In a gay’s perspective, sure it is.” He smiled.

 

 

Ugh shit, stop smiling like an idiot you (handsome) brat?!

 

 

“In a sexual content?”

 

“Probably, yes.”

 

“What the fuck?”

 

“Whoa relax. It’s like when you say a girl is hot. Are you a homophobe, by the way?”

 

“I am not?!”

 

“Okay then chill. Men talk about sex in daily basis, do you feel uncomfortable with it?”

 

“It’s just so weird to talk about sex with a stranger.”

 

“So you’re not going to the bar oftenly, are you?”

 

“I go to them. But mostly with other people and i don’t look for sex. I look for a drink, a necessary and fun talk.”

 

“Well, what kind of content you consider it in a fun category?”

 

 

This dude sounds really smart, Taemin thought. He could chat easily with this guy and it’s probably not a bad idea to talk more a bit – rather than any guy in this places, to be honest, he’s different. A bit, at least.

 

“You don’t speak Japanesse to me. Where are you from?” Taemin asked, at least opening a good conversation.

 

“Well, I was born in South Korea.”

 

Suddenly, Taemin got a bit interested to him. “I am from South Korea too!”

 

“Ohmygod, really?”

 

“Yeah! but I got a job here so… technically, I live in Tokyo, as what you see. Which part of Korea you’re from?”

 

“Inche – on,” he answered awkwardly. “Do you know that place?”

 

“Why does your pronounciation sound weird? It’s Incheon, not Inche-on.” Taemin laughed hearing the man’s tone of his own hometown name.

 

“Well, me and my family moved to US when I was 2, so I barely know nothing about Korean language except Incheon. Or… probably your name?”

 

“Lee Taemin.”

 

“Okay Taemin. It’s a relief that you finally smiled, guess we didn’t make an awkward conversation then?”

 

“Haha, you’re right.” Taemin smiled again, as he got more easy to talk.

 

“You may heard this often, but… okay, no offence…” the man said, and Taemin listened him in silence. “… but you have a pretty smile.”

 

Uh? Is he going to call him a fag too or – oh wait, he’s a gay, he wouldn’t say this F word. So, Taemin smiled again to him.

“Thanks.”

 

 

“So, what’s your job then?”

 

“Currently, I’m working in a TV station, so it’s all about entertainment or education – i was placed in some freak reality show editor and now, thankfully i moved to the news departement; which i could got a lot of information related to politics and economics, globally.”

 

“That’s a good job…”

 

“It is. How about you?”

 

The man smiled a while. “I had a boring job, you can say that. It’s in a big organisation in US, related to science and future’s life. Can you guess that?”

 

Taemin rolled his eyes in confusion. Honestly, same with all of you, what is it about? So he shook his head and listened a bit more.

 

NASA. I’m one of their researcher.”

 

“Are you kidding me?” Taemin said in disbelief. He didn’t even think that he talked to a researcher; which means that this guy could be a science maniac because he is in astrological thing focused…?

 

“Why should i lie to you?” He laughed. Attractively. “We work 6 months full time in a year and then 6 months off for holiday, and yeah I’m in vacation at Tokyo, as you can see.”

 

“No, I mean… i thought you must be really obsessed to the stars, planets, future life, living in mars, or maybe going to neptunus or something?”

 

“Hahaha! Yeah… I love the planets and stuffs, but I have a better interest than just thinking that when I should go pack my bags to go to neptunus or to start a new evolution in Mars as what you think, obviously.”

 

Taemin smiled again in that bad joke. “And what is it?”

 

“Hmm… don’t judge, okay?” He said, and Taemin nodded in agree.

 

 

 

Boys. Sex. And people like you – i mean i think at the moment it’s Lee Taemin.”

 

Incase of disgusted, Taemin laughed. Man… he hates how people flirt on him but this guy is an exception. He is… attractive and interesting. So… as what you expected, he tolerrates it.

 

 

“Wow, thanks for rewarding me as a thing that more interesting than those majestic galaxy.”

 

“You’re welcome,” he said. “So… Lee Taemin, when you’re out with me tonight, what would happen next?”

 

“I would like to eat a burger,” Taemin answered, refusing to get out his straight mind.

 

“That’s nice. Then?”

 

“I’ll show you what’s good in this city.”

 

“Okay, then?”

 

“Drive you back and I’ll home. Bitch, I’m tired.”

 

 

He smiled, then positioned himself to sit next to Taemin, closer than what you expected. “I have a better idea,” he offered.

 

“What idea?”

 

“Sex.”

 

 

Taemin laugh spontaneously. As far as he remembers, he has already confirmed to him that he is NOT gay. “You’ll be in the street –“

 

“That’s dirty; sex in the street is dirty.”

 

“Haha! No, I’ll let you alone in the street while I go home. I’m not saying that I want to have sex with you.”

 

You’ll regret it later when you say no, believe me.” He said, in a very confident tone.

 

Uh-oh. Okay, not going to lie, but this man is indeed really hot. And it feels like he’s true – that Taemin will regret if he rejects him, but….

 

“How do I call you, sir?” Taemin tried to distract the sex conversation – again. He actually don’t care who is this man’s name.

 

Minho, but you may call me honey tonight, if you want to.”

 

 

“Wow, I shouldn’t talk to you at first. You need a sex and you can go with them around, not me.” Still, Taemin avoided those tempting nickname.

 

Minho, that guy laughed. “It’s just an offer. I didn’t mean to ask you to do sex at first. You are pretty, and you look smart. It turns me on a bit.”

 

Taemin looked at the other way in a sec, before he continued, “How could I turn you on? I’m not even gay, and I don’t think I’m seducing you or whatever.”

 

“Ohmygod, Lee Taemin. Look at yourself. You’re beautiful. And I like smart boy, and you seem so. You just… blow my mind. And if you think this is rude, I’m sorry…” Minho made a space between them a bit more. “You don’t have to have sex with me, anyway, I’m fine to just only talk to you – in exact, I’d love to.”

 

 

Again, since this man has that kind of ‘aura’ Taemin couldn’t just leave him away like when he felt offended. Perhaps… just perhaps… he enjoyed the flirt a little bit?

“Can we… go out to buy ice cream, or eat burger? Or sushi?” Taemin offered him another ‘interesting’ enthusiasm he had in his mind.

 

“Sure, though it would be frustating to just looking at you by doing nothing. But I’m dealing.” Minho said in joke, but enough to make Taemin laughed happily.

 

 

 

===

 

 

 

Minho refused to get payed by Taemin; he stopped the pretty boy and then gave his card for paying both of them’s meal before they went out from the sushi restaurant and walk in a pavement around, looking for supermarket nearby to buy ice cream.

 

“So, your girlfriend called you a fag –“

 

“Not my girlfriend. It’s her friends. And I think it’s offensive?”

 

“Right. Even for gay people, it’s considered as a word that you can’t call out for someone. It’s like you call someone a slut without an exact reason.”

 

“That’s it! I don’t understand. Just because she’s a model, they thought that she couldn’t date an ordinary person like me, and she didn’t even stand on my side because she’s being bullied if she did so. I pitied her but it’s so annoying.”

Taemin stopped his legs in a while when he realized Minho stopped and stood couple step behind him.

“What?” he asked, confused looking at the way Minho looked at him in disbelief.

 

 

“Taemin. I don’t think that you’re an ordinary person. You’re maybe a down to earth person, but… okay, perhaps it’s only my perspective since we just met, but… I think you’re a smart person, you’re stunning as the way you are – even when you’re breathing this air you look this stunning – and you deserved to be defended by your girlfriend, because those people have no right to call you a fag.”

 

 

 

Silence.

 

 

 

Wait…

 

 

Taemin blinked his eyes couple times. He would never expected that he heard these sweet words from a guy he met on a gay bar, named Minho, who has this perfect structure as if he’s a living painting. He even never heard of his girlfriend called him as a stunning or beautiful in person – or he probably did but he didn’t even get as comforted as now.

 

He was still in silence when Minho walked closer to him, until he’s one step in front of him.

 

 

 

“I don’t understand why do you feel annoyed at your girlfriend’s friends more than your girlfriend. I don’t get it why you don’t think that your girlfriend is a lucky person to have a person like you, because if I were you, I would have left her and kissed the man in front of me because he told me the truth.”

 

 

I need to do something

I fucked up for nothing

 

 

Surprisingly, it didn’t take a lot of time to understand where those words lead into. Nevertheless, it’s also a surprise that Taemin let this tall dude to kiss his right cheek for less than a second. And it’s more surprise that he couldn’t react any, but the most surprise in all of these surprises is because… he suddenly thought that he had a major crush on a gay guy named Minho.

 

 

Please bathe me now, wash me clean

Just set my heart on fire, like gasoline

 

 

“How many boys… that have blown your mind?” he said, lowering his tone. In actual, he wished it wouldn’t show his curiousity that much.

 

“Seven, this year.” Minho answered, undoubtfully.

 

 

Bathe me now, wash me clean

Just set my heart on fire, like gasoline

 

 

“Did you… had a sex with all of them?”

 

“Not the seventh one – not yet.”

 

 

Taemin bited his lips. so, he is the seventh. On this year. What the fuck, man?! Did he just trapped and got the butterfly feels around because of the boy who he just met, and had been making the other boys blushed with this whole goddamn-sounds-true words?

 

“Taemin, let’s –“

 

His words stopped as soon as Taemin’s phone rang. The pretty boy took his phone from his pocket and saw Akiko’s name calling him.

 

“Sorry…” He said, and Minho just nodded, letting him pick up the phone.

 

 

 

“Hello?”

 

“Babe? I think we have to talk now. There is something I have to say to you…”

 

“Okay, what is it? You can talk now.” Taemin answered, he looked at Minho at glanced and saw the beautiful boy smiled at him, before he’s finally facing the road.

 

And I can’t look you in the eye

No matter how hard I try

 

 

“Where are you? Can you come to my house now? I swear I can’t talk about it in phone.”

 

“Babe, are you drunk?” Taemin ensured himself if he needs to go or not.

 

“Hmm… a bit. I think it would go worse if I don’t meet you tonight?”

 

“Okay, I will see you in couple minutes.”

 

“I love you.”

 

“Love you too.”

 

 

 

Click.

 

“Hey, I think –“

 

“You need to go, don’t you?” Minho guessed, still giving his smile to Taemin.

 

“Yeah, I think I will make things up with my girlfriend, now. She’s drunk, and obviously she needs me.”

 

The taller guy rose his eyebrows in a sec before he finally nods. “Well, can I give you a little advice?”

 

“What kind of advice?”

 

 

You deserve forever

 

 

 

“Make sure… you found a safe place after you talk with your girlfriend.”

 

Taemin stared at Minho in confuse. “What do you mean? Did you just say that we are not going to make up things better or something?”

 

“Who knows, Lee Taemin. She’s drunk, you should know that.”

 

 

Taemin laughed, sarcastically. “Sir, listen. I would like to take your advice wholehartedly but look. I date a girl, and you’re a gay. Your preference is not relevant to the actual condition right now. Also, even though that I’m not confident enough with myself, I’m not that idiot who know nothing about their own relationship. I have been with my girlfriend since three years and when we had a fight and she’s drunk, doesn’t mean it’s going to be a broke up, okay?”

 

 

They were in silence in couple minutes. After talking a lot, Taemin suddenly felt guilty. And he didn’t even know why.

 

 

“I’m sorry, I don’t mind to offend you or –“

 

“No. What you said were true.” Minho answered.

 

Taemin checked if he felt offended or not. “You think so?”

 

“Yes. I wish you a good luck.” Minho said, with no doubt.

 

 

Then…. again. A silence.

 

 

 

“I just wonder…” Minho spoke, “… if there’s something you would like to hear from me anymore. Bacause you haven’t leave yet, or initiate to say good bye or something.”

 

Realizing that, Taemin suddenly facing the road, looking for taxi which he could stopped. “Well, then I –“

 

 

He didn’t finnish his words, because Minho was stopping the taxi for him. “I’m staying at The Violet Pasific, just incase you need a bad jokes,” he said, before letting Taemin in to the car.

 

 

 

 

 

As the taxi goes straight ahead, Taemin looked at Minho who waved at him and he waved to him back – even though Minho wouldn’t look at it since the taxi went straight ahead. He looked back once before the taxi turned left, looking at Minho’s beautiful structure for the last time.

 

 

But as long as you’re still here

Imma try to keep you near

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Babe… uhmmm.”

 

Taemin blinked couple times. He didn’t expect that his girlfriend would be this drunk. I mean she kissed him as soon as he got in to her place, and there were all of her friends – those who called him faggot before.

So… it was probably just his anxiety that Akiko didn’t defend him? Look at how she kissed him in front of her friends.

 

 

“Hey Taemin-chan, treat Akiko well, ha! You have to know that you need to get more skill to make her happy!” One of Akiko’s friend, named Yukio, told him that bluntly.

 

Well, it didn’t as what he expected. He thought that her girlfriend was alone and never he did think that he would got those kind of advice from Yukio. He started to feel confused now.

 

“Babe, are you okay?” Taemin whispered on Akiko’s ear.

 

“Hmm…?” the girl hugged him tightly. “I miss you baby. I miss you a lot, and I want to sleep with you now.”

 

Taemin rubbed his girlfriend hair softly. “I’m here, okay? I will stay at your place tonight, do you like that idea?” he said, still whispering.

 

“Okay…” she kissed Taemin’s full lips again, then headed back to her friends. “You guys get out of my house! I will have a great night with my baby soon!”

 

“Oh come onnnnn!” those bunch of people a.k.a Akiko’s friends are complaining how they still wanted to get wasted together but Akiko asked them to go because it’s time for two of them together.

 

“You will not see me and Taemin have a sex so go away!” Akiko spoke with a high note, she must be really drunk.

 

 

 

They finally decided to get out. Oh God thanks, now at least Taemin need to calm his girlfriend. But right before Yukio went out, he said to Akiko,

 

“don’t forget the lesson I gave to you earlier, okay?”

 

 

 

Lesson?

 

 

“Babe, what did Yukio mean?” Taemin asked as he let his girlfriend slept on his lap.

 

“Oh, it’s a matter that we would do tonight!” she answered, excitedly.

 

Taemin titled his head. “What is it about?”

 

The girl smiled, and then answered it directly, “A blowjob.”

 

“Wait, what?” Taemin made sure he didn’t hear it wrongly.

 

“You heard me. A blowjob. I will do it for you!”

 

“Babe. I don’t –“

 

“Taemin, come on!”

 

“Baby…” Taemin paused in a sec. “I never asked you to do that for me. I’m fine if you didn’t give me a head and I think our sex life was always great. I will be just happy if you satisfied and I don’t think I would let you to do the dirty one for me.”

 

Akiko rolled her eyes, then sat next to her boyfriend. “Babe, you let me satisfied everytime we had a sex. But, you never felt satisfied with me. I never felt that I gave you enough, and this has been my concern. So I asked Yukio, and he told me I had to give you a blowjob if I want a happy sex life with you.”

 

“So…” Taemin sighed. “… you believe with what Yukio said? Don’t you even know how to –“

 

“I do! Yukio helped me before and it felt great to give a blowjob to a man. They will constantly… feel so manly, so masculine, so desireable… and… you won’t look like a faggot if you feel that.” She said, while placed Taemin’s hands on her boobs.

 

 

But…

 

 

 

It turns Taemin off at sudden. He instantly took his hand away from her.

 

Did you just say… Yukio helped you?” he asked.

 

“Yes… he helped me. It’s for us?!”

 

“Oh my god. Did you just tell me that you had a sex with him before?”

 

“Taemin… it’s for us. Because I don’t want you to be a fag –“

 

I AM NOT A FAG!” Taemin screamed out, and it made his girl shut her mouth. “Jesus Fucking Christ! I should have known that you also had the same mind about me with your problematic friends.”

 

 

 

“But I want to help you too! It’s for us!”

 

“NO.” Taemin insisted. “I don’t need a help. If you’ve ever love me, you should have known that…” Taemin took a breath in a sec before he continued, “… your boyfriend maybe a little bit down to earth but he’s a smart person, a stunning one, and he deserved to be defended by you because those people who you called friends don’t have right to call me a fag with an insult look.”

 

 

 

 

 

Those words, again, made both of them silence. Taemin, also, he never thought he would bursted with this words to his girlfriend.

 

 

 

A crystal of tears ran down from Akiko’s eyes, and unlike any other day, this moment, Taemin doesn’t even know why he didn’t try to approached her and say sorry, or even just take those tears away from her pale cheek.

 

 

 

“Taemin… did you… meet someone tonight?” Akiko asked, her voice was shaking, as if she’s seriously afraid.

 

The pretty boy gulped. He released a breathe and answered it honestly, “… yes.”

 

 

 

 

I smell heartbreak on my hands

I feel sick to my stomach as I begin to stand

 

 

None of them could ever ask. None of them should tell any further. Both of them knew… those words, which you thought as a comfort word; were actually a sign of… heartbreak.

Both of them have just stated that they cheated – they didn’t jump into another relationship, true. But they just dive in to another ocean, because of each other’s selfishness, ego, and one thing that they know…

 

 

 

 

I feel this emptiness in my chest

It feels surreal, but I’m feeling stressed

 

 

 

 

… that their love lose with it.

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

haven’t finnish typing but i think i will wait for your response to gain mood or nay

 

spoiler: if this could be continued, next part will contain a sex content. pick your choice before fasting months comes LMAO hahahaha

 

Sleep Baby, Sleep – Drabble [2Min]

HI GUYYYYYSSSS !

 

Flamingaze is BACK! LOL (WTF)

I know you guys don’t even realize but guess what…?

A NEW DRABBLE! HAHAHA YAH HANYA DRABBLE T_T aku sedang berusaha mengembalikan jari-jariku untuk kembali menulis instead of nganggur LOL

Bear me, if this is weird or awkward, I literally have no time to think about good words ;____;

 

 

This drabble is made for Sherly. So, Sherly asked a fic from me and eversince I love Sherly, (just so you know) I got so ambitious to make a very very special for her but it turns out to be weird ugly and shit so I deleted them.

Tadinya aku mikir bikinnya kapan-kapan saja but then I saw a very-very-cute-boy’s picture with a caption “sleep bby sleep” and I started to get a short inspiration and decided to make a SIMPLE story. I do hope she (and you all) like it ;;;;

 

 

 

BGM: Standing Egg – Little Star

 

 

 

 

Title: Sleep Baby, Sleep

Cast: 2min [ Minho x Taemin ], Yoogeun

Author: flamingaze

 

 

 

 

 

“Sleep tight.”

 

 

===

 

 

“Hyung, kapan paman pulang?”

 

Taemin melepas headsetnya, lalu menoleh ke samping dengan malas, menatap Yoogeun, laki-laki kecil berusia 5 tahun itu menatapnya dengan gelisah. Jemari kecilnya menarik ujung lengan piyamanya.

 

Mendesah pelan, ia melirik jam di handphonenya. Sudah jam 11 malam. Well, yeah, ini sudah terlalu larut untuk jam tidur anak-anak seperti Yoogeun.

“Ayo hyung bacakan dongeng,” ucap Taemin, menengadahkan tangannya yang disambut baik oleh Yoogeun.

 

 

 

Close your eyes and listen carefully to my story

Before my story ends, you will dream

 

Mereka lalu masuk ke kamar yang ditempati Yoogeun dan Taemin membantu laki-laki kecil itu memasang selimut. Ia lalu membaca buku cerita Hans dan Gretel agar Yoogeun segera tidur. Tidak baik anak sekecil dia tidur terlalu malam.

 

 

Yeah, sudah satu minggu ini Yoogeun dititipkan oleh orang tuanya di rumah pamannya. Kebetulan orang tua Yoogeun sedang keluar kota untuk urusan bisnis, and unfortunately, ia tidak mungkin bolos masuk preschool – mereka memasukkan Yoogeun ke tempat yang cukup mahal dan Yoogeun pun cukup senang dengan lingkungannya.

 

It’s honestly nothing to do with Taemin, karena technically, ia dan Yoogeun tidak ada hubungan darah atau apapun. But… what makes him should babysitting this boy adalah karena Yoogeun dititipkan pada his boyfriend, Choi Minho; yang juga benar-benar sibuk minggu ini – Minho adalah seorang lawyer dan ia sedang banyak melakukan review tentang kasus besar yang terjadi akhir-akhir ini.

 

 

Guess what?

 

 

 

Yes. And yes. Pada akhirnya Minho meminta bantuan Taemin untuk menjaga Yoogeun selama ia dititipkan di apartemennya. Minho cukup beruntung karena Taemin tidak lebih sibuk dibanding dirinya saat ini – karena ia masih mahasiswa. Satu-satunya hal yang membuatnya sedikit pusing adalah ia perlu menjemput Yoogeun dengan segera setelah keluar dari kelasnya dan menemaninya bermain sampai Minho pulang. Terkadang, ia mengantar Yoogeun tidur jam 8 malam dan sembari menunggu Minho, ia mengerjakan tugasnya – if he got any.

 

Biasanya, Minho akan pulang jam 9 malam dan ia akan pulang setelah Minho pulang, tapi kali ini Minho belum ada di rumah hingga jam 11 dan itu membuat Taemin cukup lelah menunggunya.

 

 

 

 

“Well, it’s good, you’re already sleeping.” Laki-laki cantik itu bicara pelan, lalu mengangkat selimut Yoogeun yang melorot. Ia menatap Yoogeun yang tertidur dengan imut, lalu tersenyum pelan.

 

Little star tonight

All night, I will watch over you

 

 

 

 

Seriously, ia bahkan bukan orang tua Yoogeun tapi melihat Yoogeun tertidur dengan nyenyak, entah kenapa ia selalu merasa damai. True, terkadang ia kesal karena harus menemani Yoogeun terus menerus, ia bahkan seperti tidak punya waktu berduaan dengan pacarnya, karena ia sudah terlalu lelah untuk sekedar mengobrol dengan Minho ketika mereka bertemu malam hari saat Minho pulang.

But still… Yoogeun is like an angel, mana mungkin ia membenci anak ini? no matter how suck it sounds to do a lot of things dan mengenyampingkan prioritasnya untuk keponakan pacarnya.

 

 

.

.

.

 

Taemin membuka matanya perlahan ketika ia merasa something’s tickling on his neck.

 

Seketika ia menoleh dan menemukan Minho tengah mengusap leher dan pundaknya. Oh, finally! He’s home.

 

“Maaf, aku tertidur…” ucap Taemin, mengucek matanya, lalu berdiri dari duduknya – ia tertidur dalam posisi duduk dan meletakkan kepalanya di pinggir ranjang Yoogeun.

 

“It’s okay,” bisik Minho. “Maaf aku terlambat, tadi aku menemui klienku.”

 

Taemin hanya mengangguk pelan, kemudian menatap Minho yang mengusap dahi Yoogeun lembut, dan melayangkan ciuman hangat di pipi chubby tersebut, sebelum akhirnya mengajak Taemin keluar dari kamar Yoogeun.

 

When I first met you, it was truly eye-blinding

 

 

 

 

“Uhm… Minho, sebaiknya aku pulang –“

 

“Ini sudah larut. Bagaimana kalau bermalam di tempatku?” Minho menawarkan, membuat Taemin mengurungkan niatnya untuk mengambil coatnya yang ia letakkan di atas sofa living room.

 

Well… ia bisa melihat Minho tersenyum menatapnya. Mungkin ini waktu yang tepat untuk having a moment/having a quality time together, itu terasa seperti sudah lama mereka tidak bicara berdua.

 

 

When I first saw your smile, I felt like I had the whole world

 

 

 

 

“So… kau bilang pada Key bahwa kau akan membawa Yoogeun kalau dia memaksamu ikut ke party di Busan?”

 

Taemin menghela nafasnya, lalu mengangguk sembari menatap langit-langit ruang tengah. “Sebenarnya aku ingin pergi bersamanya. Key bilang di sana banyak pekerja volunteer dari UNICEF dan aku pikir seharusnya aku ikut, but… yeah.”

 

 

It was just a casual conversation, and nothing is more healing than talking this to your loved ones.

 

“Maaf karena aku memintamu menjaga Yoogeun, kau jadi harus menolak acara yang penting,” ucap Minho, sambil memainkan rambut halus Taemin yang beristirahat di pahanya – they’re on the couch, and this is Taemin’s favorite thing to do.

 

“It’s okay, lagipula Key mengajakku tanpa rencana.” Taemin membalas. Meskipun ia sangat menginginkan bertemu dengan orang-orang yang bisa menghubungkannya dengan UNICEF, bagaimanapun, ia tidak akan meninggalkan Yoogeun sendirian.

 

“Thank you.” Minho mengecup pipi Taemin cepat dan tersenyum padanya.

 

 

Little star tonight

All night, I will watch over you

 

 

 

 

“Hey, let me ask you something!” Taemin seketika mendudukkan tubuhnya yang sedari tadi berbaring.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Katakan… apa kau menganggapku seperti Yoogeun?” Taemin bertanya, and heck yeah everyone knows it doesn’t even make a sense.

 

Mengernyitkan alisnya sambil menahan tawa – ia menganggap itu lucu – Minho menatap Taemin tidak percaya, “maksudmu?”

 

“You heard me, babe.”

 

“Well, maksudku, Yoogeun adalah keponakanku dan kau pacarku. Isn’t it obvious?”

 

“Kau baru saja mencium pipiku seperti kau mencium pipi Yoogeun. Now tell me, what makes us different?”

 

 

Huh, sebenarnya Taemin tidak perlu menanyakan hal ini. FYI, ia hanya sengaja mengatakan hal nonsense seperti ini karena ia suka mendengar Minho mengatakan hal-hal romantis untuknya, but he hates asking for it.

 

And yeah, of course, Minho hanya tertawa menanggapinya. Serius, ia tidak harus menjawab pertanyaan itu – ia tau bahwa all his pretty boyfriend needs is…

 

 

 

CHU.

 

 

 

… a kiss on the lips.

 

 

Taemin tersenyum ketika Minho mecium bibirnya tanpa ia harus meminta.

 

 

 

It’s like a breaking ice to get more intimate, karena Taemin segera memeluk pinggang Minho dan membiarkan laki-laki yang lebih tua merangkul bahunya. Nothing’s more comfortable than Minho’s warm arms, so… mereka hanya kembali bicara hal-hal nonsense lainnya sampai Taemin mengantuk…

 

Merasakan nafas Taemin yang sudah teratur, Minho mengusap kepala Taemin yang bersandar padanya, menatap figur cantik di dalam pelukannya dan tersenyum. It’s chessy, but true, he always wonder why God sent this beautiful to be his boyfriend. Dan itu membuatnya tidak pernah lelah menatap Taemin.

 

 

 

 

My love, my everything, my angel from heaven

My two eyes, my world – you stole them all

 

When I see you fast asleep in my arms

I can’t take my eyes off you for a second

You’re so pretty – I feel like my breath will stop

 

 

 

One last time sebelum ia menyusul Taemin menutup matanya, Minho mengecup kening Taemin dengan lembut. Sungguh, Taemin sudah bekerja keras untuknya hari ini.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE END.

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[Drabble] Catch Your Sugar – 2Min

HI

 

 

 

Aku iseng. Hahahaha. Sherly, maaf ya, ff requestanmu belum aku bikin hiks. Aku usahain sesegera mungkin ;;;

Anyway, kalo baca ini, anggap aja SHINee pas lagi selesai konser hari ini hehehehe.

 

 

 

Catch Your Sugar

Cast: 2min

Author: flamingaze

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BGM recommended : Maroon 5 – Sugar

 

 

 

 

 

“Cure me, my love.”

===

 

Sering kali, ketika malam menyita sebagian dari belahan bumi, ia tidak bisa bermain di alam mimpi. Kau tidak tau – tidak, mungkin kau tidak akan pernah tau bagaimana rasanya rasa haus menggerogoti dirinya. Tidak hanya kerongkongannya, tapi seluruh bagian tubuhnya.

 

 

I’m hurting, baby, I’m broken down

 

Kelima jemari panjangnya mengepal, mencoba mengikat dirinya sendiri dari rasa sakit yang terus menghujamnya. It might be snowy today. But there’s a huge flame burning his head.

 

 

I need your loving, loving

I need it now

 

 

I’ll tell you a secret; the reason why he felt like this is because he needs some love. There is none other than his lover he needs now.

 

Ia segera bangun dari tidur tidak nyenyaknya, seperti anak kecil yang terbangun dalam mimpi buruk – in fact, he didn’t even get asleep. Menatap ambang pintu yang tertutup rapat, ia hanya bisa berandai-andai, is his lover fall asleep? Is his lover – that he always called baby – feeling the same like him too?

 

When I’m without you

I’m something weak

 

Ini bukan waktu yang umum untuk mengetuk pintu kamar di seberang koridor pintu, tapi bagaimanapun, kakinya bergerak mendekat. His feet have to walk there, or else he’ll be dying. Pikirannya terus memaksanya untuk percaya bahwa kekasihnya akan membuka pintu untuknya.

 

You got me begging, begging

I’m on my knees

 

 

 

“Babe…”

Ia menekan bel di depan pintu kamar hotel, berharap seseorang di dalam sana membuka pintu untuknya. Lain kali, ia akan memastikan bahwa mereka tidak akan mendapat room sendiri seperti ini lagi. It’s hard for him to not seeing his lover sleeping beside him.

 

 

And it’s killing me when you’re away

 

Suara kenop pintu mulai terdengar, dan ia segera tersenyum ketika pintu terbuka untuknya, menampilkan wajah kekasihnya yang menatapnya heran.

 

 

 

My broken pieces

You pick them up

 

Ia hanya diam, menatap kekasihnya dengan antusias. Melihat bagaimana kulit wajahnya tampak licin, ia tau persis bahwa baru saja ada masker timun yang melumuri those pale skin.

 

“Jika kau diam seperti ini, akan ada orang yang lewat dan menangkapmu datang ke kamar bandmate-mu secara tiba-tiba.”

 

Ia tidak bergeming.

 

“Well, Choi Minho?”

 

Minho, laki-laki itu mengangguk, kemudian melangkah maju memeluk tubuh ramping kekasihnya.

 

“Wow, wow, honey, don’t!”

 

He should expected this before. Kekasihnya yang kejam selalu membenci bagaimana ia melakukan kontak fisik secara tiba-tiba. Maybe he needs to sorry, but that’s a habit. Itu bukan hal yang aneh jika ia tidak sengaja – well, i told you it’s a habit – memeluknya di tempat umum, atau apapun. Dan jika terlalu banyak menahan kontak fisik, ia hanya akan tersiksa seperti sekarang.

 

“Why?” Minho, that guy, protes. Kekasihnya melepas pelukannya sebelum ia benar-benar melepas hausnya.

 

“I need to shower first. Kau mungkin tidak tau tapi aku baru saja menghilangkan heavy make up on my face, dan aku harus mandi sekarang.”

 

Minho memejamkan matanya sebentar. Ia tidak bisa protes soal itu karena itu benar bahwa mereka selalu menaruh heavier make up on him. But still, ia masih mencoba bernegosiasi.

“How about –“

 

 

Don’t leave me hanging, hanging

Come give me some

 

 

“Later.”

Tubuh ramping itu menjauh darinya dan membiarkannya bersandar pada dinding pintu.

 

“Lee Taemin, I’m… dying…” ia berbicara pelan, menatap punggung Taemin yang memasuki bathroom.

 

 

When I’m without you

I’m so insecure

You are the one thing, one thing

I’m living for

 

 

Sinar lampu mulai membuat matanya terasa perih. Minho memejamkan matanya berkali-kali, menatap lampu di atas dalam diam. ia terbaring pada ranjang yang empuk, menunggu Taemin keluar dari pintu bathroom dengan frustasi. Kau tau, Minho sangat membenci keadaan di mana ia betul-betul membutuhkan kekasihnya seperti sekarang. Jika saja ia bisa mendidik otaknya untuk lebih memilih tidur dibandingkan dengan menunggu Taemin yang masih bersenandung diiringi oleh suara gemercik air dari shower di dalam sana.

 

The space between them is not that far. Ia hanya perlu beberapa langkah untuk menemui his lover, Taeminnya. Dan kau tidak akan pernah tau rasanya bahwa terpaut jarak sedekat ini begitu membuatnya frustasi karena ia harus melakukan satu hal yang paling menyiksa; yaitu menunggu.

 

I don’t wanna be needing your love

I just wanna be deep in your love

And it’s killing me when you’re away, ooh, baby,

 

 

Menunggu Taemin adalah hal yang paling melelahkan baginya. Dan jujur ia ingin marah pada Taemin karena sebenarnya Minho hanya perlu menghirup aroma tubuhnya sebentar untuk membuat tidurnya nyenyak, but the pretty boy didn’t allow him.

 

Doesn’t matter it’s only 10 minutes or 10 seconds, Minho hates to wait for Taemin.

 

Well… he needs Taemin. Right now.

 

‘Cause I really don’t care where you are

 

 

So, let’s stop waiting now.

 

 

 

I just wanna be there where you are

 

 

 

Ia sudah kehilangan sopan santunnya ketika masuk dan memeluk tubuh Taemin yang berada di bawah shower tanpa busana. Tidak peduli Taemin suka atau tidak suka, ia hanya ingin menjadi egois kali ini saja. Bahkan guyuran air hangat yang membasahi pakaiannya bukan gangguan baginya. Everything seems better, karena ia mendapatkan separuh dari apa yang ia inginkan; Taemin’s sweet scent.

 

And I gotta get one little taste

 

“Minho, lepaskan aku sekarang! Kau membuatku kaget –“

 

 

 

Your sugar

Yes, please

 

Minho catches Taemin’s lips sebelum ia protes lebih banyak. Like a bad boy, ia tidak akan menurut bagaimanapun ia tau bahwa Taemin membenci ciuman tanpa rencana seperti ini.

 

Won’t you come and put it down on me?

 

“In a sec, baby. Just in a sec…” Minho bicara dalam ciumannya.

 

 

I’m right here,

‘Cause I need

Little love, a little sympathy

 

 

 

“Honey… you’re all wet…” Taemin mengusap rambut pendek Minho yang basah.

 

Tidak ada kalimat yang keluar dari bibir Minho. ia hanya tersenyum dan mematikan kran shower, mengambil baththrobe dan memasangkannya pada Taemin.

“Aku akan kembali dan tidur,” ucapnya lalu keluar dari bathroom.

 

 

 

“Honey?”

 

Minho berhenti berjalan, kemudian berbalik, memasukkan kedua tangannya di saku cardigannya. Ia sudah cukup kedinginan setelah keluar dari bathroom, and all he needs to do is go back to his room dan mengganti pakaiannya yang basah.

 

He has to, sampai Taemin membuatnya membuang niatnya untuk kembali ke kamarnya.

 

 

 

 

 

“You sure… that was enough?

 

Keheningan menyelimuti keduanya tepat ketika pertanyaan itu keluar dari bibir Taemin.

Bukan karena Minho mengalami spacing out. Ia hanya sedang menunggu Taemin untuk datang menghampirinya.

 

But the pretty boy always wants to be the prince of persistent. Ia tidak akan melangkah jika bukan Minho yang mendahului, no matter how obvious it is that he wants him too.

 

 

Berjalan mendekat, Minho menyisipkan sedikit rambut kekasihnya di balik telinga. “Ya, that was enough,” ucapnya.

But I love you more than enough, so… if you offer me some more, I would love to take it.”

 

Tersenyum, Taemin tau bahwa his perfect boyfriend selalu memiliki seribu kalimat untuk membuatnya merasa diinginkan.

“Kiss me.”

 

 

 

Yeah, you show me good loving

Make it alright

Need a little sweetness in my life

Your sugar! (sugar!)

Yes, please (yes, please)

Won’t you come and put it down on me?

 

 

 

Taemin menyambut semua ciuman Minho. Name it, he’s a good kisser. And for some reasons, Taemin tau bahwa ia sudah melepaskan Minho dari dahaga yang kekasihnya alami beberapa waktu yang lalu.

 

“I love you.” Minho broke the kiss in a sec. He touched Taemin’s red lips, giving time to their lust. In exact, he’s waiting for Taemin’s love confession.

 

 

I want that red velvet

I want that sugar sweet

 

“I love you.” Taemin, finally responded him. Ia mengecup ibu jari Minho yang berada tepat di bibirnya.

 

“You’re mine, baby.” Minho bicara, sedikit berbisik sampai ia kembali menjemput bibir Taemin.

 

Don’t let nobody touch it

Unless that somebody’s me

 

 

 

They’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow. Entah sudah berapa langkah yang mereka tempuh mengitari ruangan tanpa melepas pagutan bibir mereka. Entah sudah berapa kali Taemin bersandar dan tersudut di dinding untuk bertahan dari Minho yang menekannya.

 

I gotta be your man

There ain’t no other way

‘Cause babe you’re hotter than a southern California day

 

The love Minho asked is deeper than skin. This kind of love… maybe he will ask again and again… until the dawn.

And Taemin will complain, everytime Minho starts a riot in his body. Like a set of predators, he will complain over and over by screaming the name of a man he loves most.

 

 

I don’t wanna play no games

You don’t gotta be afraid

Don’t give me all that shy shit

No make-up on

That’s my

Sugar

 

 

 

Malam itu, Minho terbebas dari dahaga yang mengganggunya. Of course, akan ada saatnya ia merasa tersiksa di lain hari, but as long as he got his love, those sugar is always there to cure him.

 

Your sugar! (sugar!)

Yes, please (yes, please)

Won’t you come and put it down on me? (down on me, down on me)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE END.

I WROTE A SHIT AGAIN.

[Short FF] Past Midnight – 2Min

Hello~

 

 

Sebenernya aku lagi ngga ada kerjaan dan aku pengen nulis. Lalu aku inget Ratih pernah ngerequest ff (and I’m sorry I only can make it short T_T), so… here it is.

 

 

 

 

Past Midnight

Cast       : 2min

Author  : flamingaze

 

 

BGM recommended : Bruno Mars – Count On Me

 

 

 

 

 

“Your voice is my favorite sound.”

===

 

 

 

‘Sayang, jangan lupa makan malam 🙂

 

Minho menatap layar handphonenya. Tangan kanannya memutar-mutar bolpoin dengan iseng. Lalu setelah memastikan bahwa pesannya tidak dibaca – bahkan tidak terkirim – ia hanya menghela nafasnya dan mengunci handphonenya.

Ia lalu mengambil kacamata minusnya yang tergeletak di atas meja dan memasangnya kembali setelah beberapa menit yang lalu ia lepas, kemudian mulai membaca majalah di hadapannya.

 

Uhm, not literally reading. Ia hanya sedang mengisi TTS (teka-teki silang).

 

Well, ia memang orang yang kolot untuk era masa kini. I mean… tidak ada orang yang memilih mengisi TTS untuk mengisi waktu kosongnya. They will at least membuka internet untuk berkomunikasi di dunia maya di tengah malam seperti ini.

 

Minho is unlike them.

Like i said, ia kolot. Ia lebih memilih untuk duduk dan mengisi TTS karena ia sedang tidak punya pilihan untuk hang out – belakangan ini secara individu maupun as a group, ia tidak memiliki jadwal apapun, jadi ia memutuskan untuk pulang ke Incheon hari ini. lagipula ini sudah dekat dengan Christmas, sangat bagus jika ia bisa merayakan natal dengan keluarganya.

 

But again, Minho tau bahwa kekasihnya, Lee Taemin, the dancer among his bandmate, tidak bisa berlibur ke manapun karena ia sedang sibuk mempersiapkan solo comebacknya. Dan ia lebih tau dari siapapun – selain keluarganya, of course – bahwa Taemin mungkin akan menskip waktu makannya karena terlalu banyak berlatih.

 

Jika ia bisa menskip waktu makan, itu bukan tidak mungkin ia tidak mengecek handphonenya seharian. Minho bisa maklum ketika Taemin mengabaikan pesannya, meskipun ia tidak suka dengan ide itu – Minho selalu ingin Taemin meresponnya, mengutamakan dirinya, dan mengingatnya di setiap detik – but he knows that’s not how the relationship will be last long. Ia sudah terbiasa dengan keseibukan di antara mereka yang menjadi alasan untuk tidak saling berkomunikasi seharian. Tentu, Minho berusaha untuk tetap menghubungi Taemin setiap hari – Taemin juga akan melakukan hal yang sama ketika Minho lebih sibuk dari dirinya, meskipun ia adalah orang paling malas sedunia untuk mengirim pesan atau membalas pesan. But you know, Minho adalah tipe orang yang mudah kehilangan berat badannya ketika ia sedang sibuk, so, Taemin tau persis kapan ia perlu meninggalkan kemalasannya karena ia khawatir pada kekasihnya.

 

 

Okay, back to this situation.

 

Minho mulai larut dalam pertanyaan dalam teka-teki silang di hadapannya. It’s in English, jadi ia butuh konsentrasi yang lebih ketika harus menjawab pertanyaan demi pertanyaan yang ia baca. Belakangan ini ia mulai banyak membaca artikel dengan bahasa inggris untuk memperkaya kata-kata asingnya. Lagipula ia menganggur beberapa hari ini, dan membaca artikel dalam bahasa inggris itu bisa dilakukan di mana saja – thanks to smartphone.

 

 

 

 

Klek.

 

Suara pintu kamarnya yang terbuka dari luar membuatnya sedikit heran. Well, ia pikir Minsuk dan kedua orang tuanya sudah tidur? But he didn’t bother to start those unnecessary question.

 

“Ada apa?” tanyanya, tanpa menoleh.

 

 

 

 

But…

 

 

 

 

… huh?

 

 

Alisnya seketika mengernyit ketika ia merasakan tubuhnya tengah dipeluk dari belakang. Dan meskipun tubuh mereka terhalang oleh kursi tempat Minho duduk, ia tau persis bahwa dari wangi tubuh ini….

 

Minho menoleh, lalu terkejut.

 

 

 

“Taemin??” ucapnya, kaget karena kekasihnya yang seharusnya berada di rumah orang tuanya di Seoul kini berada di Incheon, di apartemennya, lebih tepatnya menyelonong masuk ke dalam kamarnya.

 

Err, well, Taemin tidak mungkin tidak menyelonong masuk. Jika tidak, ia pasti sudah menekan bel, dan paling tidak Minho akan membuka pintu untuknya, atau mungkin ia sudah mendengar suara ibunya memanggil dari luar bahwa ia kedatangan tamu; that is his lover.

 

Taemin memang mengetahui password apartemen Minho, but… it’s honesty will be so awkward jika salah satu dari orang tuanya, atau Minsuk, belum tertidur dan menemukan Taemin masuk tanpa permisi? Urgh, nope. Keluarga Minho adalah orang-orang yang tumbuh dengan memiliki manner yang baik. Jika mereka tau Taemin datang tanpa permisi seperti ini, mereka pasti sudah mengatainya tidak sopan – they just don’t know that this is common between two of them.

 

Minho melepaskan pelukan Taemin, lalu berdiri dan menghadap the younger boy. “Apa kau menghilangkan handphone-mu lagi? Kau tidak membaca pesanku?” ucapnya basa-basi. We all know that Taemin has a magic hand. Itu bukan hal yang jarang jika ia merusakkan handphonenya sendiri.

 

Tidak menjawab secara verbal, Taemin hanya menggeleng, kemudian kembali memeluk Minho. dengan erat. kali ini ia meletakkan kepalanya di bahu Minho.

 

Laki-laki yang lebih tinggi itu tidak bergeming sesaat. Ia hanya diam, menunggu Taemin melontarkan segala keluh kesahnya. Hanya dari gesturnya, Minho tau persis bahwa Taemin sedang lelah.

 

“Hyung pergi dengan pacarnya, lalu ayah dan ibu sedang bertengkar sejak tadi pagi, dan aku lelah.” Taemin bicara.

 

“Kau sudah makan?” Minho tidak merespon keluhan Taemin.

 

“Aku makan ramen tadi.”

 

“Yah, kau tidak boleh hanya makan ramen. Aku akan mengambil makanan di kulkas. Ibuku hari ini memasak –“

 

Taemin menggelengkan kepalanya. “Aku tidak lapar. Aku ingin kau memelukku.”

 

 

Tidak mengelak lagi, Minho lalu melingkarkan kedua tangannya di balik punggung Taemin. Menepuk-nepuknya lembut, Minho tau, Taemin pasti sedang kesal karena ia tidak bisa beristirahat di rumahnya sebelum malam natal – biasanya orang tuanya pasti akan berbaikan ketika mereka akan pergi ke gereja; they are a religious family, by the way.

 

“Hyung, kenapa kau tidak mengatakan sesuatu?” Taemin bertanya dengan suara yang pelan.

 

“Kau mau aku mengatakan hal apa? Seharusnya kau yang bicara. Kau bisa mengatakan apapun yang membuatmu kesal.”

 

Lagi, Taemin menggeleng, menolak untuk mengikuti saran Minho. “Rayu aku. say something chessy. apapun.”

 

Huh? minho tertawa seketika mendengarnya.

“Kau mau aku mengatakan sesuatu yang gombal?”

 

“Aku pikir kau ahli dalam hal itu.”

 

Minho menggeleng-gelengkan kepalanya, kemudian melepas pelukan mereka. “Berbaringlah. Aku akan mengunci kamarku.”

 

Menurut, Taemin lalu membaringkan tubuh rampingnya di ranjang Minho. ia lalu segera memeluk kekasihnya yang menyusulnya setelah mengunci pintu kamar dan menyandarkan kepalanya di bahu Minho.

 

 

“Kau tidak mengantuk?” Minho bertanya, menatap langit-langit kamarnya sambil mengusap bahu Taemin yang berada dalam pelukannya sesekali.

 

“Rayu aku dulu,” balas Taemin, persistent.

 

Minho tertawa pelan, lalu bicara pelan, “bagaimana kalau aku bernyanyi untukmu?”

 

“Benarkah? Kau mau melakukannya?” Taemin bertanya, dengan nada tidak percaya.

 

“Yah… walaupun… suaraku mungkin tidak sebagus –“

 

Your voice is my favorite sound. Bernyanyilah untukku.”

 

Minho mengernyitkan alisnya, lalu melirik sedikit ke arah Taemin yang tengah bersandar padanya. Hey, seharusnya yang menggombal itu dia, kenapa Taemin yang merayunya begini? Well, nevermind. Ia hanya perlu bernyanyi sekarang.

 

 

“If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea

I’ll sail the world to find you”

 

 

Taemin tersenyum ketika mendengar bait pertama yang keluar dari bibir Minho.

 

 

“If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can’t see

I’ll be the light to guide you”

 

 

Well, his voice has its own range. Itu sudah jelas Minho menyanyikannya dengan nada yang lebih rendah dari seharusnya, but that’s no problem. Hearing Minho’s voice itself is already healing.

 

 

“We find out what we’re made of

When we are called to help our friends in need”

 

 

Love, bukan friends.” Taemin protes.

 

“Ah kau benar. When we are called to help our loves in need” Minho mengoreksi lirik asli dan mengubahnya sesuai keinginan Taemin – love, not friend, since they’re not only friend, but also lover.

“You can count on me like 1, 2, 3

I’ll be there

And I know when I need it

I can count on you like 4, 3, 2

And you’ll be there

‘Cause that’s what we are supposed to do, oh yeah”

 

Lagi, Minho mengubah kata friends menjadi ‘we’.

 

“If you’re tossin’ and you’re turnin’

And you just can’t fall asleep

I’ll sing a song beside you”

 

Laki-laki cantik itu tersenyum lebar, menahan tawanya. Ia hampir memukul dada Minho karena bait itu terdengar gombal tapi ia ingat bahwa ia yang meminta Minho merayunya, so he let him.

 

“And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me

Every day I will remind you”

 

 

How much I mean to you?” Taemin bertanya – lagi-lagi ia mengganggu Minho yang menyanyi untuknya.

 

Much more than the sky and land,” jawab Minho tanpa ragu.

 

Well, Taemin knows it, even fans know it too – bahwa ia begitu berarti bagi Minho.

 

“We find out what we’re made of

When we are called to help our loves in need

You can count on me like 1, 2, 3

I’ll be there

And I know when I need it

I can count on you like 4, 3, 2

And you’ll be there

‘Cause that’s what we are supposed to do, oh yeah”

 

 

The more Minho sings it, the more Taemin love this song. Mungkin besok ia akan menaruh lagu ini di playlistnya. Well, sebelumnya ketika Minho mengatakan ia menyukai Bruno Mars – he even had performed one of his song, titled Rocketeer – Taemin juga mulai mendengarkan lagu Bruno Mars dan menyukai salah satu lagunya yang berjudul ‘Let it Rain’. And today, sepertinya ia menyukai lagu ini sedikit lebih banyak dari favoritnya sendiri.

 

You’ll always have my shoulder when you cry

I’ll never let go, never say goodbye

You know…

 

Oh shit, suaraku crack.” Minho tertawa sendiri ketika suaranya tidak mencapai high note. Jika ia harus mengulang bagian ini, mungkin ia akan merasa malu lebih dari sekarang.

 

 

Taemin, on the other hand, ikut tertawa mendengar Minho yang merusak momen mellow di antara mereka. Ia lalu mendongak sedikit dan menertawai laki-laki yang paling ia cintai di dunia ini – romantically. Ia lalu meringis kecil ketika Minho mencubit pipinya gemas.

 

“Sudah ah, aku tidak bakat menyanyi lagu macam ini,” ujar Minho.

 

“Lain kali… nyanyikan lagu ini lagi untukku, ya?”

 

Tidak menjawab, Minho hanya tersenyum. Ia kemudian mengecup kening Taemin lembut. “I love you,” ucapnya.

 

Taemin tersenyum, kemudian menangkup pipi Minho dan mendongak sedikit untuk mencium bibirnya. “I love you.”

 

Laki-laki yang lebih tua kemudian membalas kecupan singkat di bibirnya. Ia tersenyum, menatap Taemin, mengatakan betapa ia mencintai laki-laki cantik di hadapannya lebih dari kata ‘I love you’. Melihat dari bagaimana Taemin menatapnya saat ini, ia tau, bahwa ia berhasil menyingkirkan beban kekasihnya untuk sesaat.

 

“Kau sudah berlatih dengan keras hari ini, sayang… You did a good job.”

 

Mengangguk kecil, Taemin bicara, “kau juga.”

 

 

“Aku hanya diam seharian di rumah dan tidak melakukan apapun. Satu-satunya hal berguna yang kulakukan hari ini adalah memakan masakan ibu sampai habis.” Minho membalas, tertawa dengan joke-nya sendiri.

 

 

You can count on me like 1, 2, 3

I’ll be there

 

 

Laki-laki cantik itu menggeleng. “Tapi kau sudah bernyanyi untukku dengan baik. Terima kasih,” ucapnya. “Lain kali, bernyanyilah sampai aku tidur…”

 

 

And I know when I need it

 

Minho mengecup hidung Taemin cepat. “Hmm… aku akan menyanyi untukmu kapanpun kau mau.”

 

 

I can count on you like 4, 3, 2

And you’ll be there

‘Cause that’s what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

 

 

Minho lalu mengusap pucuk kepala Taemin, membiarkan tubuh mereka berpelukan hangat hingga Taemin tertidur di dalam dekapannya. Ia lalu memejamkan matanya ketika memastikan Taemin sudah tertidur dengan nyenyak. Well, bagaimana cara memulangkan Taemin di pagi hari, ia akan memikirkannya setelah bangun dari tidurnya.

 

 

 

You can count on me ’cause I can count on you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE END.