#ask ttt

Thank you! And Merry Christmas to you too! ;)

Taemin sat back, a shit-eating-grin on his face as he watched Onew throw Key to the ground who only kept complaining about wanting to go get some sparkly jeans he saw. Jonghyun was just laying there on the floor and Minho was casually sipping his drink with a dark look on his face. 

He took threw back a shot before once more admiring his work. His cup with still full, barely touched, only for the sake of watching the others make a fool out of themselves. This was his revenge, and he was recording the whole damn thing.

They thought they could steal the beer he had been saving before and have a little party for themselves without him; with his beer. His beer was sacred. No one was allowed to touch his beer without verbal permission from him, and he had given no such thing to any of them. He had no doubt it was Minho that had found his stash so he wasn’t going to give him any mercy especially. Because they had even taken away his tequila shots, that was just unforgivable.

His grin grew when Jonghyun started balling his eyes out for no apparent reason. It was so entertaining to watch this, even better that it was being recorded. It was so much better.

“Hyungie,” Taemin said softly, stepping over Jonghyun’s body and ignoring his cries, as he went over to Minho and sat beside him. “How’s my favorite hyung doing?”

“I thought I was you favorite,” Jonghyun sobbed. Taemin shushed him and blew him a kiss before turning back to Minho. 

“Hyungie needs a hug Taeminnie,” Minho said. Taemin grinned and squeezed him tightly, ignoring Minho’s groans and pleas to be released. 

“Oh, there there my adorable little hyung. Let Taeminnie make everything better okay?” 

He purposely hit Minho’s head roughly, supposedly “patting” it down. Minho winced and Taemin released him as a heap onto the floor beside Jonghyun. “Cuddle there with Fuckboy #2. You’re both going in your cages later anyway.”

He moved over to Onew who was now just face first on the floor with Key screaming under him to get off of him because he was heavy and he was ruining his happiness, or something along those lines. Taemin wasn’t completely sure what Key’s babbles were when he was like this. He pushed Onew off with his foot before moving Key some ways away, a little closer to Jonghyun and Minho. 

“You’re all idiots.”

“That’s not nice! Kibummie’s gonna cry now,” Key whined.

“You can start crying after I upload this video to youtube,” Taemin said back, throwing a pillow at his face to keep him shut. 

“What do you mean video?” Onew asked, immediately getting up from the floor, no signs of alcohol in his system. Taemin grinned at him.

“This is what you bitches get for taking my tequila shots. You’re all a bunch of dumbasses, pretending to be drunk with water,” Taemin replied. He shifted his gaze to Jonghyun and Minho who were already up and “sober” again. “You two get to your cages.” 

While they trudged away, Taemin caught Key trying to sneak off. “Oh, Kibummie, I hope you know how to sleep with one eye open.”

He turned back to Onew who shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “And you, my dear, are going to get your thighs and wallet over to the liquor store and restock my stash. You’re the leader so you take responsibility for what they did.”

The third law is that everyone must buy you food, isn’t it?

That really means a lot to hear you say that! (Forget class lol, time waits for no man when there’s Taemin involved.