Idol Chat

JongTae

Taemin's POV

Knock, Knock, Knock.

"Go. Away." I sniffled quietly. Why am I crying? I shouldn't be crying.

Knock, Knock.

"Kim Jonghyun, I swear if you don't leave right now." I gritted through my teeth. He didn't leave, he just continued knocking. Eventually I got fed up with him. I got up and swung the door open. "What do you want?!" I groaned. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me. "Well if you don't want anything, you can leave-" I started but he silently pulled me into a tight hug.

I'm not going to lie, the feeling of his arms wrapped around me was rather soothing, but I'm not going to let him off that easy. "Let me go." I squeaked, his grip getting tighter. "I'm sorry." He said quickly. "Jonghyun, let me go." I repeated, sternly this time. "Don't call me that." He sighed, his voice shaky. "That's your name." I scoffed. He finally released me and stared into my eyes.

He was tearing up horribly, but he refused to let them fall. The sight nearly knocked the breath out of my entire body. Jonghyun didn't cry. Ever.
"You know what I mean." He croaked before clearing his throat. I knew exactly what he meant. He wanted me to call him by his nickname that I had given him, but this isn't the time.  "No." was all I told him.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry! I know I'm an idiot, I know, and I know that you didn't deserve what I said to you. I didn't meant it. At all. I'm sorry." He rushed, his voice raising in volume. "You can't keep doing this. I can't keep doing this. I didn't think anything of it at first, but it hurts now because I lov- never mind." I sighed, regretting the fact that I came so close to telling him that I love him.

Technically, Jonghyun and I aren't even dating. We've just done somethings a few times and we act like a couple all the time, but it was never made official. That means that we never really 'cheated on each other'. That's why I don't understand why I'm getting so upset about this. Truthfully, I knew why.  It's because I've fallen in love with this idiot.

"You what?" He asked. "Never mind." I repeated, shaking my head. "You're right. Never mind. I should've never came in here, I knew you wouldn't forgive me this time." He said and quickly made his was to the door. "Wait.." I tried, but he was already gone.

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Jonghyun's POV

I rushed down the hallway and quickly slipped inside my room. I'm so stupid! How could I be this dumb?! I've hurt him so many times. Why would he even want to think about forgiving me? I'm such an idiot.

I didn't really realize that I was trashing my room and crying as I thought these things, but I didn't care anyway. The only thing I cared about was that I hurt someone very important to me. Someone I thought I might have... loved.

I was now in the floor, crying harder than ever if I was being honest. What the hell? This isn't supposed to hurt at all, let alone this much.

The door opened, but I knew it wasn't going to be Taemin after what just happened, so I didn't even bother turning around. I just continued crying.
Whoever it was, they came to sit beside me. The never spoke a word, they just sat there. I couldn't tell who it was because my vision was blurry, but again, I didn't care.

"You're going to bruise your thigh." They said, and that's when I realized that it actually was Taemin. I looked down to see what he meant. I had been subconsciously punching myself in the thigh, hard, and there was an indent in my jeans shaped like a fist. Anger continued rising in me for myself and that's when I started punching myself harder.

Taemin quickly grabbed my fist to stop me before intertwining my fingers with his. "Jongie, please." He nearly whispered. My head shot up to look at him at the call of my nickname, then  my eyes fell to our hands. Yes, it was a weird nickname and a childish one, but he gave me it so it means a lot to me and I find it adorable. Right now though, it wasn't cute. The way he said it was more of a 'I don't know if I forgive you, but I'm not mad.' kind of thing.

I just stared at him. I know I shouldn't have, but I literally could not help myself. I leaned in closer to him until our lips were touching. At first he was reluctant, but he eventually kissed me back. I let out a slight moan of relief and I could feel him start smiling into the kiss. I love it when he does that because it is the cutest thing ever.

One our lips parted I only spoke one sentence. "I love you." I whispered, our foreheads touching. His face lit up in disbelief before he reconnected our lips. "I love you too.. I always have.. But if you ever talk to me like that again I will cut your penis off." He smiled. "Baby, we both know we need that." I chuckled, biting my lip suggestively. That sent him into a fit of giggles.

I leaned in again and he leaned away from me, teasing me. Once I finally kissed him, he melted into the kiss. That's when everything escalated. Let's just say, I wasn't the only one who trashed my room once we were done.

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A/N

I literally don't even know what to say about this. It got really deep real fast, but I think it turned out pretty good. If you guys want me to do more stuff like this, let me know. I mean like write a 'group chat' and then make a one shot to follow some of them up. Not all of them, but some.

K sorry for any typos.

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