Taemin was at a loss for words, his back pressed against the door as soon as it shut behind him. His own body blocking his only way out, he was stuck in this room now. Swallowing slowly, the air was stifling, making his eyes grow heavy as tears brimmed, travelling to fall from the tips of his eyelashes. Drawing in a heavy breath, he tried to look away, refusing to believe what he was seeing.

"Taemin…" his name was whispered softly, trying hard to draw his attention but the young boy only shrunk away, almost becoming part of the wood that blocked his way to freedom. His heart heavy, it kept his limbs locked in place, shaking slightly as they started to crumble like pillars under him. His legs giving fully, he crouched down low, shaking his head quickly, and tears sprinkling from his eyes as if the carpet were his front lawn.

This isn't real… He thought over and over.

He looked toward the open door across the room, that lead into one of the other dorm rooms (which was empty, as was the entire apartment other than Taek, his guest and Taemin), and to the hall that lead out the apartment, but he couldn't muster the will to move himself.

Seeing his lover's body sprawled overtop someone else, naked and stroking the strangers entrance, moans following each thrust…
Taemin refused to believe any of it.

"Taemin!" The voice was louder now, low and close to his face. A hand falling to his chin to pull his gaze up so that the younger boy was staring at Taek. Staring into his eyes, sad and drawn downward in guilt.

Taekyeon didn't know any other words than his boyfriend's name. He was pleading, even though he was saying hardly anything.
Or at least, that's what it seemed like to Taemin.

Swallowing slowly, he bit his lip, trying to turn his face away, flashes of the strangers body, like demonic streaks, flashed behind Taek, his Taekyeon, as the other gathered his clothes.

Taemin noticed him stumble slightly as he wrestled into his pants and grabbed his jacket, not even bothering with a shirt and was gone, as if he didn't exist.

Drawing a hard shudder, Taemin shook his head quickly, his hand quickly moving to push Taek's from his cheek, almost shoving him back, "You bastard," he squeaked, and his cheeks wet and warm from his anguish.

Taek bit the edge of his lip, moving his hand back as if the younger boy's fingers were full of venom. But, he didn't move from where he was, squatting in front of him. "Please Taemin, just listen. This wasn't supposed to happen. I pro-"

"You mean," Taemin bellowed, his thin arms reaching forward to shove Taek against his shoulders as hard as he could muster. The difference between their bodies was noticeable. Taemin, was shorter, and thin and if anything, he really only had powerful legs from dancing so much. Taekyeon on the other hand, was built all around with a decent height and strong arms and legs that were sexy in a wife beater and a pair of jeans. No matter how much Taemin would ever fight Taek, he would never win. Physically, the older boy had him trapped and emotionally, he had him bewitched. "You didn't want to get caught," Taemin finished, pursing his lips slightly to keep from crying any harder.

Taek fell back because of the force of Taemin's push, letting his hand move behind him instinctively to catch his body, leaning back and putting his weight on his palm as he tried to sit up. "That's not what I meant Taemin and you know that. It was a mistake… I swear-"
"Fuck you!" Taemin screamed, his voice snapping under pressure, making it hard for him to force out any other words as he pushed his lover again.

Taek let himself fall back onto his butt, his naked body stretched out in the little amount of space, his muscles tight and his long legs falling on either side of Taemin. Breathing hard, the light sweat that he'd worked up from sex still lingered against his flesh, glistening in the low light. Even in these circumstances, Taemin found himself looking at Taek and could only think, So beautiful…

"You're a lying, cheating bastard! You even told me to come over today! What?! Did you WANT me to see you and some other guy?!" Taemin went off, his mouth flying faster than he could think. Shifting on his knees, he hit Taek hard in his chest, his palm a bit wet from the older boys sweat, leaving a soft red hand print on Taek's silky skin.

Taek took the hit, not responding nor looking away. He deserved this. He deserved to be beaten until he couldn't move and even though it was Taemin, the one that he loved more than anything, assaulting him, he couldn't bring himself to respond, or even apologize anymore. This was how things turned out because of his own foolishness.

For the entire year that Taek and Taemin had been together, neither of them had strayed once. When they walked down the street, Taek would secretly glance at Taemin and stare at his body, admiring his thin form, remembering the way he used his talented hips in bed. The way his kisses always tasted sweet, like candy. Even when the fans were lining up at the shows to get autographs and take pictures, and girls tugged and pulled on Taemin, all the while, him still smiling, Taek would still glance from the corner of his eye, protecting his lover with a gaze and thinking of all the things he would do to him once he snuck him back into the dorm.

Taekyeon loved Taemin more than he did himself, more than singing and dancing and performing. He wanted his lover to be only his forever.

But, how was it fair for him to ask something like this of Taemin now, when he couldn't even keep his pants up and stay away from the first sexy boy that grabbed his crotch in the practice room. And of all days… why'd he have to give in on the day that would mark his and Taemin's full year as a couple? After he had called the younger boy over for a special evening? He'd been so easily enticed on such a day. Maybe, he didn't deserve Taemin after all.

Taek had zoned out a bit, when he came back to himself, Taemin was hitting his chest hard, screaming at him. Faced red and mouth raw from raising his voice, Taemin moved to something more violent. Shaking his head violently, his words were almost inaudible; his hands moving up until his palm collided with Taek's cheek, making his Hyung's face snap to the side sharply.

Halting in his assault, Taemin was shaking, his blood warm and rushing quickly to his heart, making his heart beat echo like tympanis in his head and through his limbs. The smack to Taek's face made his hand sting as he stared at the mark that was left. A slight scratch across his cheek, a long silver-red sliver of blood sliding down his flushed skin.

"I'm s-sorry…" Taemin whispered hurriedly, reaching a hand to try to wipe the blood away. If he wiped it away, it didn't happen, right?
Taek caught his hand roughly, his fingers growing painfully tight against Taemin's wrist as he sat up fully, his body moving forward, all his force going against the smaller boy. Silently, he became deadly, his other hand snagging Taemin's free wrist and pinning them to the door above the younger boys head.

With a shocked breath and a thud, Taemin felt his head slap against the wood of the door, shaking his vision momentarily as his arms were pinned. The stars clearing, he came face to face with Taek, staring into him with the most hurt expression he'd ever seen him wear. Like, every part of him had died. Taemin remembered the way that Taek usually looked at him, but this new gaze was so sad and distant, it was more terrifying than saddening.

"Taekyeon-Hyung…" Taemin mouthed slowly, but before he could get out the last syllable, Teak's mouth crashed against his, wet and still warm from the last guy, he forced his way into Taemin's tear covered mouth, proving that he owned the expanse of his mouth. A low moan rumbled up his throat and vibrated against his lips, finding its way into Taemin's mouth, making him squirm weakly.

In his present state, there was nothing Taemin could do to fight him. His heart was sore as his chest closed around it, his mouth working hard to keep this betraying tongue from his own. Turning his head slightly, he used all his strength to pull away, only to find Teak's free hand on his chin, holding him in place as he bit Taemin's bottom lip, begging entrance.

Taemin's mouth ached, his lips becoming raw from restraining before he finally gave in, his lips parting a bit more to let the other explore with restriction, though the taste of his lovers warm mouth now made him sick. Breathing hard through his nose, he endured through it, his limbs still shaking like branches in the wind as his skin crawled with discomfort. He wanted to scream at him again, hit him, tell him to stop, but his body was tired and it hurt. He couldn't do anything to fight Taek.

When the pain finally ended, Taemin's head was spinning and it took him a while to regain his senses. His wrists were free as his arms drooped at his sides, his body slumping against the door in defeat. Still crying, whimpers came from deep in his throat, "Taek-Hyung… please, just let me go home. I don't wanna be here."

"No," Taek whispered, his voice a bit weak at commanding. He shifted around the area slightly, pushing things on the floor out of the way, his own face red and his eyes gleaming with something other than sadness. Fighting back the tears, he fumbled with Taemin's belt buckle. The younger boy's pants were fairly tight and took a moment before he was able to tug them down to his knees. Reaching a few fingers up, he snagged sloppily on Taemin's boxer briefs, afraid to pull them down, as if it they were part of a magical curtain that would reveal all of his life's fate to him. He was hesitant, but tugged on them gently till the revealed the neat mess of curls at the downward curve between Taemin's legs.

Taemin didn't flinch, he didn't look up. His fingers twitching at his side, he just groaned softly, "Please… just leave me alone. You can't touch me… you're disgusting and you-"

"Shut up Taemin," Teak growled, pinching his side hard, his fingers grabbing much too much flesh to be something light and affectionate.