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21. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
Minhyuk thinks this is silly.
It’s freezing outside, and the angry black storm clouds that hang low like fat rotten fruit have been muddying the sky all day.
Taeil is very insistent when he wants something, however, and he knows just how to push every last one of Minhyuk’s buttons.
“Come on, babe, we don’t even have to be out that long!,” Taeil whines, mouth stuck in a sweet pout as his nose just barely bumps against Minhyuk’s. There’s a splash of mischief glittering in those brown eyes, and Minhyuk knows that he won’t be able to resist much longer.
“Taeil, really? We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm, and you wanna stop and feel the rain?,” Minhyuk groans, trying his hardest to evade Taeil’s imploring eyes. It’s not working very well, however, as Taeil’s pout morphs into a knowing grin.
“Minhyukie, please? It’ll be so much fun. I promise you, I can make it worth your while.” Taeil moves closer, smug mouth just barely skimming Minhyuk’s, his weight on Minhyuk’s lap like a drug, his hands pulling at the long hair at Minhyuk’s crown.
Minhyuk gulps.
And so here they are.
Taeil is running, skipping, making little hops into each puddle he finds as they form. His laughter echoes around them, from the brick walls bracketing them to concrete of the sidewalk to even the raindrops as they fall, it seems.
He looks beautiful, Minhyuk thinks.
The rain has slicked his hair down while the buffeting wind has blown it in a tangled crown atop his head, one that makes Minhyuk struggle with whether to smooth it down or muss it further.
Taeil extends a hand to him once he notices him staring, and when Minhyuk grabs it, shaking the rain out of his eyes, it’s just as cold as the air around them. Taeil pulls him into the deepest puddle he can find, and he laughs as Minhyuk’s face twists into a grimace at the frigid water that pools up around his ankles.
“N-not too bad, huh?,” Taeil grins shakily into Minhyuk’s ear, breath startlingly hot against his skin.
“Nah,” Minhyuk smiles, and he kisses Taeil hard enough that the rain that slicks their lips isn’t even a thought in their heads.
Omg honey xD your puppy play date fantasy was not as bad as me thinking they're actually sharing the dog, like a married couple with their kid. Thinking back to 5mbc when we saw bbomb with the dog and he called it 'his baby'. And the newest tweet from taeil saying "OUR Happy, my love~" as if hes talking to his husband, bbomb. Lord kill me now, i need help xD
10: I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere before, god, this is really going to bug me, no, don’t go anywhere, I’ll get this, oh damn, do we have mutual friends? OH SHIT YOU’RE ON [insert porn site here].
Thank you oh my god
Taeil really isn’t the most interested in the party scene.
He’s only here because Jaehyo had threatened to suffocate himself in his own pillow if Taeil didn’t go out and party with him, and Taeil had learned over their years of friendship that it was never a good idea to doubt Jaehyo’s sincerity.
So here he is, warm beer in hand as he coasts around Jiho and Kyung’s shared rent house. Jaehyo split away from him fifteen minutes ago to pursue Kyung, big surprise, and Taeil was left searching for a familiar face in the sea of moving bodies.
When he finally finds one halfway through the night, there’s something odd about him, how his identity is just on the tip of Taeil’s tongue yet not quite.
Taeil sees him in the backyard, laughing uproariously with Yukwon, one hand splayed over his belly and the other drenched in alcohol from the beer slopping over the sides of his cup as he shakes.
He’s kind of really attractive.
But there’s something beyond that, a vague, almost-there recognition, and Taeil is bored and alone and kind of tipsy already, he might as well investigate.
The maybe stranger is taller that Yukwon but not by much, and the two have the same body type; broad and stocky. When he laughs, Yukwon’s friend throws his head back and a charming dimple appears in his cheek, and the contrast of his blindingly white teeth against his darker skin is really quite beautiful.
As Taeil watches him, mind churning with possible identifications like that cafe employee who’d served him his coffee that morning or the hooded college student who’d bumped into him on the train on his way here, the stranger pats Yukwon’s shoulder and starts making his way into the house.
Taeil tries not to make it obvious that he’s staring as the man squeezes past him to get inside, smelling like brand name cologne and shooting him a smirk that could easily be categorized as a weapon if what it did to Taeil’s belly counts.
That impish little grin makes his name slither to sit tauntingly right back onto the tip of Taeil’s tongue. He’s seen that smirk before, felt it’s impact in his gut before, but for some reason he can’t for the life of him remember a name.
Taeil hadn’t seen where he’d escaped too, and he feels a little too drunk to care too much about it. He swills the last gulp of beer from his cup around his teeth, sighing as he swallows it and crumbles the cup up in his hand.
Time for a refill.
He brushes past Pyo Jihoon on his way to the kitchen and stops to talk for a few minutes, sending the other off with a pat on his butt after he catches Jiho’s eye from across the room. He shoulders his way through a group of men playing cards in an incredibly inopportune place, i.e the narrow hallway leading to the kitchen, Taeil stumbles in through the door at last.
And promptly stops himself in his tracks.
The guy that had been laughing with Yukwon is rifling through one of the lower cabinets under the sink on all fours, bottles clanking as he moves things around. But Taeil isn’t paying attention to the bottles.
His eyes are glued to the mystery person’s ass.
Though, ‘mystery person’ is technically an inaccuracy.
Sex Bomb dash fourteen.
Holy shit.
Taeil is freaking out so intensely that he doesn’t notice that he’d shouted that out loud, doesn’t notice his favorite amateur porn actor jump up and hit his head on the underside of the sink.
SexBomb-14 has one of the most popular accounts on camboys.com, a gay amateur porn site Taeil maybe sort of sometimes frequents. The only reason Taeil was able to recognize him was because SexBomb-14 has a rather impressive collection of dildos, and on all fours facing away from the webcam is his, um, favored position.
Taeil’s face is beet red when he comes back to himself, and it only reddens further when he sees that the other man is now standing up and looking directly at him, one eyebrow raised and an awkward half-smirk on his flushed face.
“You know,” he starts, startling Taeil with the smoothness of his tone, “I normally go by Minhyuk. In real life, at least.”
His voice sounds just as awkward as Taeil feels himself, and for some reason that allows him to unwind a little, for a little tension to seep out of his shoulders.
“Yeah, uh, sorry about that. I just didn’t really expect to meet you. Like ever. I think I was understandably surprised.”
Minhyuk laughs a little at that, rubs the back of his neck self consciously, and Taeil is slapped with the reality of the situation. That Minhyuk isn’t just the really hot guy that jerks himself off on the internet. He’s sort of really adorable also.
“Well now that you know my secret identity,” Taeil laughs again, tension completely absolved, “you wanna get a drink?”
He points over his shoulder at the two coolers on the counter behind him, and Taeil smiles and nods as he turns to retrieve them.
Maybe this party wasn’t a complete bust after all.
