Rating: PG-13 for use of swear words
Summary: Key changes the impression that Taemin has on himself.
A/N: I'm starting to love this couple to death now. Damn you, SBB entries. =___________=
I'm starting to get sick of fluff. Or maybe I'm just hungry and need to eat something because it's morning.
Wrote this quickly in the morning. Again. Un-beta'd.
Word Count: 892
People got the wrong impression of Taemin all the time.
It didn't take him very long to get used to these hateful thoughts, that's what entertainers had to do in order for their feelings not to get hurt. Not that people thought he had any feelings in the first place. He also started to think that way about himself. Might as well give people what they want if they're just going to keep on talking shit about you, right?
That was the mindset he had for the rest of his career.
So he continued to to be the cold, heartless magnae that everybody had claimed him to be. He became the young kid that didn't need anybody or anything, not even a useless heart that was just taking up space and matter in the right side of his chest. He was pretty sure that the thing never existed in the first place and if it did, Lee Soo Man had thrown it away in the nearest trash bin.
Taemin thought he was happy with the standards that he had lived with up to now, until somebody had to come into his life and change things up. Somebody by the name of Kim Kibum. No, not the one from Super Junior. The one from SHINee. The fierce persona from SHINee. The one that looked like a ho. The one that gave Taemin his heart back.
It was when they had an argument with each other. The argument had started because Key, the stage name that had been bestowed to him, was trying to stuff food down Taemin's throat. But his efforts were proving themselves to be worthless.
“Why are you trying so hard to feed me?” Taemin asked with annoyance ringing throughout his voice. Really, why was he?
“You're getting too skinny! I'm getting worried!” Key was holding a bowl of rice in one hand and a spoon in the other. He was aiming the spoon directly in Taemin's face, trying to close the utensil in any opening. But it was kind of hard to do so, for Taemin had his binded his hand to his mouth.
“So what? You know I'll still be skinny after I go to sleep,” Taemin pushed the metal spoon away. “Super fast metabolism, remember?”
Key had quit trying to nurture Taemin in his unusual ways but after an uncomfortable silence that hung in the air, he tried again. Taemin stopped him. Again.
“Why won't you let me feed you?” Key said instead of cursing under his breath. Since he he wanted the answer, Taemin gave him the answer.
“Because I don't have a heart. So stop trying to feed me, 'kay?” Taemin stated for the first time in his life. Then he rose up off the couch that Key had trapped him to and scurried off to his bedroom. Their bedroom.
After Taemin had tried to occupy his time with several hobbies that he could think of, like playing video games on the internet or practicing his dance moves or reading one of Minho's books, Key came into the room again. It was like a whirlwind that had broke inside the room, except that whirlwind was Key. In a flurry, he had knocked Taemin into a wall and held him there.
“What are you doing?” Taemin wanted to scream for somebody to come help him but he knew that if he did, nobody would come save him. They all treated him like the boy who cried wolf. Another wrong impression of him.
So he gave up the resistance and shut his eyes, waiting for Key to rape him or feed him or whatever. Instead, he felt hands trying to stick something on his shirt. Huh?
He opened his eyes again when Key said with pride in his voice, “Done.”
Taemin looked down at his chest. There was paper hanging loosely from there and by the looks of it, it was a horribly cut out heart from line paper. He lightly tugged his shirt out so he could see the scribble-y words on it:
Taemin's Newly Fashioned Heart. © Key
For another first time in his life, Taemin actually felt like he had a heart. Not this crappy piece of shit on his shirt, but the actual feeling of having one.
“Do you like it?” Key asked excitedly, as if he did something amazing. If you overlooked the slamming Taemin's back against the wall part and how little it cost for him to custom-make the heart, then it could be considered amazing.
“Aww, you didn't have to do that!” Taemin said sarcastically and pretended to blush just so he could piss Key off. Then he stopped and smiled. A real smile. Not another fake, pinched smile that made him look like a self-obsessed flower boy. He looked into Key's eyes before he could say anything else.
“I have a heart now,” he said, letting fingers brush against the paper heart. There was an actual meaning to his words now.
“Yes...” Key pulled Taemin into an embrace and they admired the jagged heart together. "...you do."
That night, Taemin had changed his standards. He also ate the bowl of rice that Key had prepared for him. This time, the food didn't fill up his empty stomach. It filled up something else instead.