Your Heart is Mine

Emotional Conflict

Taemin tightened his hold on the doorknob before taking a deep breath and turning it open. He slowly pushes the door and peeks in. He felt relieved when he notices no movement inside. He went in and look around the room. It's huge, no wonder he was roomed with Minho. There's quite a space between their bed and his pieces of furniture were properly situated and not in the others way. The only problem he sees is not having a privacy. He gets closer to his bed and smile at what he saw. The bed is beautifully made. He picks up the bouquet of flowers bringing it closer to get its fragrance. He reads the note fasten to it.

"Welcome home son.

We'll try our best to be the best parents you can have.

Love,

Mom and dad.

P.S.

Forget your brat annoying brother :)"

He smiled at his mom's cheekiness. He is loving everything so far. He hopes he will get along well with Minho. He untied his hair and turn around to sit on the bed with flowers in his arm.

"It smells so good."

'It's not the flowers, stupid. It's me."

Taemin opened his eyes and saw a pair of feet. He lifted his gaze slowly. Towering above him was the one in the portrait. Fresh from the shower Minho. His big eyes were so beautiful, his face was so small and his height is no joke. His Hyung is handsome but cold.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here."

"Of course. You were busy admiring things that you don't own."

Taemin chest tightened. It's true, they are not his.

"I'm not owning anything, please don't misunderstand. They're still all yours..." His eyes were glossy with unshed tears.

"Do you think I believe you?" Minho leaned closer to Taemin's face making the latter lean back to the bed.

"Are you gonna cry now? Please don't, it's just your first day, it won't be fun." Minho was getting closer and closer making Taemin almost laying on his back, with his feet on the floor and flowers in between them.

"It was funny, I thought I was having a kid in the house. I didn't know it's a pretty little thing." He continued to mock Taemin.

Taemin can feel Minho's breath on his cheeks. He was too close, he tried to move his face to the side but Minho got a hold of his chin. He was forced to look at him.

"How long do you think you'll last, hmm?"

"Please..."

"Please what? I think I won't mind having you here. At least I can have a toy for myself. I'll just think Mom and Dad bought me a cheap toy. Something I can touch at night or more." Minho's voice was controlled. But his tightening grip on his chin is not.

"Like this." Minho sealed his lips on Taemin's quivering ones. The younger tried to push Minho but the older angled his face and tightened his grip that Taemin opened his mouth in pain. Minho trusts his tongue in and explores the youngers cavern. Taemin then cried silently, salty tears flowing. His first kiss was stolen. Rough and hurting. His dream then shattered. His happiness didn't last long.

Minho felt the lack of resistance after a minute of pushing and wriggling. All he felt now was the tight grip on both sides of his white shit. He let go of the younger before standing straight. He wiped his mouth and smirk at the crying Taemin who was hugging the crushed flowers to his chest.

"Taste good. That's all for now. I don't want to hear you making any noise. I want to sleep. If you want to cry I have a good place for you. There's a tree house in the backyard. You can sleep there and cry all you want. Just make sure to hug yourself because it would be cold at night." Minho turns his back on Taemin and proceeds to lay on his bed.

Taemin was shaking. He moves himself to the bed scooting himself to the wall. He thought everything will be fine. He was so wrong. His heart aches and cried in silence until he falls asleep.

Minho listens to the other crying. The hiccups Taemin was trying to conceal bothers him. He didn't mean to do what he did, but seeing him under him laying on the bed with those innocent scared eyes made him feel superior. After few hours he knows Taemin was asleep. He turns around facing Taemin's bed. He felt a pang in his heart. Taemin sleeping still hugging the flowers like it was something he can rely on. He looks so worn out. He put his arm under his head and watch the younger until his eyes close. Tomorrow is another day. He's hoping Taemin is not a tattletale.

"Don't you dare touch him!"

Pause.

"I didn't know you were into skirts." Minho smirk at Kibum.

"Who is she anyway. She looks too innocent for you Bummie."

"You will know Choi. But I am warning you if you dare to hurt him I'm getting back at you."

Minho stared at Key.

"Do I know her? You seem to be very protective of her."

"It's not her. It's a he. Stupid!"

Minho wakes up in the middle of the night. His conversation earlier with Key flashed before him.

"Lee Taemin. Lee Taemin. Goodness! Kibum is going to kill me." He talks to himself.

He checks Taemin's bed. It's empty.

He throws his blanket off himself getting out of bed. He wears his slippers on and checks the bathroom. No LeeTaemin. He went down to the living room trying not to make any noise, there's no Taemin. He checks the kitchen, he's not there either. Taemin is nowhere to be found inside the house. He stands in the middle of the living room with his hands on his waist. He drops his head down feeling frustrated when he remembers telling the other about the tree house. He rushes out almost running to the backyard. It was chilly to be out at three in the morning. He better not be there or else....

Minho climbs the stairs to the tree house and there he saw him curled down wearing just a hoodie. He was shivering. Minho feels angered by the pathetic sight of the other. He doesn't know if he wants to kick him for his stupidity or to pick him up and wrap him in a blanket. He chooses the latter. He gently put one arm under Taemin knees and one scooping him up. He hugs him closer to his body as he carefully descends from the tree house taking one step at a time. He struggles but he manages as Taemin moves in his arms. He almost drops him when he felt Taemin digging his nose into his neck.

"Seriously?" He grits his teeth.

Carrying Taemin from the tree house going up to their room wasn't easy. His arms were hurting by the time he reaches Taemin's bed. He wanted to throw him on the bed but decided to just tuck him in gently. He was about to put him down when Taemin did something. He sucks on the sensitive spot of his neck like he was feeding on it.

He moaned and throw Taemin on the bed. Hands on his neck.

"Fuck!"

Taemin's eyes opened.

"Min..ho..?"

"You've got to be kidding me?!"