„Jonghyo… Please.“ Taemin whimpered quietly, his hand holding so strong on the older’s wrist that it could brake underneath the touch. But he couldn’t help it. He knew he betrayed him. Tipping off his hideout without even wanting it. He would himself in a state of rage, not able to think clearly. He didn’t even knew what he had been saying. Now the older was in trouble and he knew it. But this wasn’t the problem Taemin had… The problem was Jonghyo was mad of him.
And he couldn’t. Taemin needed him. He was his drugs. In an unexplainable way he needed Jonghyo more than those drugs he sold. And it was in a sick and twisted way. In a obsession that no one could explain – not even himself. But he didn’t care. He just needed him close by him.
„Please Jonghyo… Forgive me.. I need you.“ He whimpered and by now his arms were curled around the older’s middle, holding him as close as he could from behind. Head placed on his shoulder. „I’m sorry… I make up for it. I don’t care how.“ He still saw the older’s frown on his face. Taemin’s grip around him got tighter – too tight.
„Jonghyo…“ He breathed, his voice suddenly a lot deeper than before, more husky. „Don’t leave me. Or I will find you. I will get you. I’ll always watch you, Jonghyo. You know what I’m capable of.“ He groaned into his ear with a quiet voice but clear enough to be understood. He saw the goosebumps on the older’s skin, a grin tugged on his lips.
„It’s alright, Taemin. I’ll find a way… I forgive you.“ He gulped and Taemin’s hold got slightly lighter again, his nose almost nuzzeling against the crook of the older’s neck. „Good boy. You can come with me, you know?“ His voice again a soothing soft zone and he batted his eyelashed in a weird cute way. Even twisted if someone knew the real face behind all the facade.