#taeminmi

it had started off with jongdae's gaze meeting taemin's whilst he was seated at the back of the usual black lotus hang out. sparked off when jongdae shamelessly walked over towards the other male, hands finding their way towards the curve of his assets and eyes easily readable. and it escalated to the both of them dragging each other into one of the usual rooms, jongdae's breath hot and heavy against taemin's skin as they forcefully tore each piece of clothing off each other.

bed creaking, sinful noises leaving their lips as they touched each other shamelessly in a way that wasn't at all foreign. "fuck fuck fuck--" the only word that constantly left his lips as he took in the pleasure of it all. the way taemin had felt against him, how he had felt when the both of them climaxed messily onto the sheets before falling back onto the bed, breathing heavy and body still sensitive. 

it was a simple way to distress. they fuck and never speak about it. jongdae was okay with that -- honestly, it was much more simpler than getting into the nitty gritty unwanted detail of it all.

"hey, come closer," he whined, reaching out for the other male, arm draping around taemin's waist as he pulled himself closer, nuzzling into his neck. perhaps the only time when jongdae would let his guard down and rid off his cold boy exterior was after sex. the rarest of moments found in the way he would curl up against his partner and like a normal boy, fall into a routine of cuddling.

afternoons at the cafe were always jieun's least favorite time of day at work. loud, stupid teenagers, just coming out of the nearby private school, flooded the small business with their pompous demeanor and sneering remarks. she really doesn't mind teenagers in general - when they had the right attitude.

jieun could understand if someone was having a bad day, and that would show through their mannerisms. but these conceited rich kids treated her and the other servers like they were dirt under their feet, carelessly criticizing the food they were given, and that did not make them very good people in jieun's eyes.

a customer was a customer, however, is what her manager drilled into their heads every day. their money was more important than their attitude was his repeated message, and from a business standpoint, jieun had to agree.

as the rush of customers finally started to slow down a little, a coworker of jieun's nudged her quickly and pointed to a young man sitting at a table near the window, blandly flipping through the small menu provided. "go help him, he just sat down," the woman beside her mumbled before scurrying off to place another order.

jieun watched him for a few more moments, the bored way he stared at the menu and the other customers around him with no interest. he looked young enough to be in his last year of high school, but jieun could tell he was much older just by the way he held himself.