TaeWin Fanfic *
Sicheng moved from his hometown in China to Seoul. He meets the quiet and brooding Taeyong. They become friends and can't resist the undeniable attraction. But Taeyong's cloudy past is slowly catching up on him and threatens harm aga...
Taeyong was sitting on the bench in the community park, staring at nothing, gaze focusing nowhere. Unaware of the children running around playing noisily, of their mothers or fathers warning them to be careful, of the cheerful chatter of women sitting around a big tree enjoying the cool summer afternoon while sharing their snacks.
Too many thoughts rushed in and around his head and he can barely cope with his turbulent emotions. But the thing that bothered him most is whether he should go back to school. He knew his mother was worried about him and his future. His pondering led to thoughts on what occurred the past few days.
Taeyong's mother earnestly pleaded. "Why can't you go to the university your father wants for you instead. Become an architect just like him. Think about your future and go back to school. Remember, we're not always here for you. Someday you and your sister will..."
"Mother please," Taeyong heard this speech over a dozen times now and even heard it in his head at times. "I don't want to be an architect. I don't want to go back to school," sighed Taeyong. "I can't go back..." His mother had opened her mouth to protest but before Mrs. Lee could do so, Taeyong stood up from the breakfast table, leaning over to kiss his mother. "I'm going out." His mother couldn't stop him then, merely nodded in resignation. "Don't stay out late!"
Taeyong had a feeling something was about to happen, a premonition of sorts, as he left to get some fresh air. He felt stuffy all of a sudden after his mother mentioned going back to school. Unbeknownst to his mother, he had his reasons. Something he refuses to linger on, the pain being too unbearable for him. Everyone scorned him for it but he had to carry the burden. Not to mention getting hurt physically and emotionally.
He wanted to make the sacrifice and he has no regrets. Friendship is important to him as is love for his family. But in this case he had to make a choice. For Jandi. He sat on the stair's landing, legs outstretched, to calm his thoughts. The memory of what happened to him was still sharp as a knife. But lingering on thoughts such as this will not help his present state. It will only make things worse. He needs to recover his strength and his pride. He promised himself and his friend that he can carry the burden despite getting hurt.
Taeyong recalled the thumping noise down the stairs that caught his attention. It sounded like something big and heavy was being dragged. He looked down the steps and noticed a slim boy in his late teens or early twenties. The boy was dragging up two big suitcases up the stairs and mumbling something about his luck, in Chinese of all things.
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Taeyong was mesmerized with the boy's face, the little creases between his brows as he balanced the huge suitcases. He had smooth skin, his cheeks flushed at the exertion. Full red pouting lips, slightly arched brows over dark brown pools of almond shaped eyes you could easily drown in. Tiny beads of perspiration started to collect over the bridge of his sharp nose and over the brow. Taeyong had the inexplicably strong urge to wipe it off of that pretty nose with something as intimate as... his mouth. What..what the fuck?! And then there were his pretty eyes... staring directly at him. Oh God.
