Grown Up: Seven

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"Minho, you don't even give a damn about me. Why the fuck are we even in this messed up relationship if you don't even care or look at me anymore?" Taemin screamed, his slim finger jabbing at my chest. We were auguring, yet again, but this time things had gotten a bit more heated between us. The blonde had enough of me, and I had had enough of him always in my space. To be always together with someone could always come with ups and downs; too bad no one told us this.

"This isn't even a relationship, Taemin! It's just fucking sex! Didn't you realize that long ago? We are nothing, we're just having sex! Nothing more and nothing less!" Even as I said this I knew it wasn't true. But as a certain time it was. Our choice was only a sexual relationship, but somehow it turned different. Somehow I fell in love with that blonde, and he did the same to me. But in my eyes it would be best to ignore the fact the love was what we had for each other, not just sexual frustration.

"B-But I l-love you!" The blonde screamed, his veins popping out of his flawless neck. His neck, which I would just love to kiss right now. To feel his skin tremble beneath my lips, to hear his moan, and to stroke his beautiful pale skin. To have him, and nothing more. As quick as I could I pushed the blonde to the wall kissing him, kissing him everywhere. Having my lips against his neck, hearing him moan, and having him tremble against even thing I did. "I know Taemin-Ah, I know. I love you too…" I whispered in his ear. The past times I told him that were true. With all my heart I had loved him, but now those words were only half true.  

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This had been the dream that was of the few that had caused a trail of tears to escape from my eyes. To have that lie being spread from my lips, to feel myself braking the blondes heart again, and again. These dreams were causing me to look back, look back at the most painful part of my life. My injury of my leg was nothing to compare to the tears I had shed causing the blondes broken heart. I caused sadness in the past that I had truly never wanted to happen, but was it all really my fault? I would always blame Taemin, for agreeing to our relationship; he knew of that our relationship would end badly. But neither of us knew how badly.

I was currently in Kibum's apartment, laying spread out on his couch. Taemin and I had arrived well over an hour ago, to see Kibum cooking dinner. He looked us up and down, and then told us to take a seat on the couch, that was an hour ago. The both of us were still in his living room, bored out of our fucking minds-at least I was. Taemin was listening to music on his IPod, while I napped. I would be watching television, but Kibum had just finished telling me that television jacked up your mind. So of course, he didn't even have a television.

We live in the 21st century, who the fuck doesn't have a television? Fucking pansy.
After prepping dinner, Kibum vanished into his bedroom, leaving Taemin and I just sitting in his living room. What annoyed me the most was that he didn't even tell me why I was here, I just showed up without him clarifying anything. Next time, I would make Kibum tell me what he was planning on doing. But that would be next time, and this time I was stuck in a living room with colorful furniture that screamed of divaness. I would never design my home like this, but then again this was Kibum. Kibum's home reflected Kibum.

I was staring at a black dot on the wall when someone knocked on the front door. The black dot on the wall looked awfully like a spider, probably a dead spider. I imagined Kibum trying to kill a spider, him screaming while jumping up and down. If he had killed a spider than it would probably be on accident, he would have accidently blinded the spider with his neon accessories causing the spider to die, yup right on the wall. Either that or it was a paint mishap. It was probably a spider that was blinded by Kibum's accessories.

Probably.

Again someone knocked on the door, this time with more haste. It wasn't knocking it was pounding. I of course, ignored the knocking. It wasn't my home, I didn't have to answer the door-I didn't have to do anything. So I sat there still staring at the dot on the wall, hoping that it was a spider. The knocking continued.

"Minho, answer the door." Taemin muttered under his breath.

"No,"

"Please?"

"Fuck no."

"Move your fucking lazy ass, and answer the door!"

"Why don't you?"

"It could be a rapist; I prefer not to be raped."

"But then I'd be raped."

"Who cares? Just answer the door and get raped."

"Fine!"

Huffing and puffing I swung the swung the door open. I usually would greet someone with a smile, and say hello. But this time I wasn't planning on it.

I swung the door open, "You better not be a fucking rapist."

"Well, not to you. But I would rape Kibum." JongHyun said with that messed up smile on his face. He stood at a short height with his police uniform still on, as if he rushed here just for Kibum. His badge on the left side of his chest shinned, but still it made me laugh to see JongHyun as a police officer.

"You know, you could go to jail for that-Raping Kibum." I said in a mocking tone.

"Nah, Kibum wants me." He shot me a cheesy smile and walked inside the apartment.
And so after greeting each other, a few small conversations here and there, and those occasional awkward conversations, I decided to tilt my head back and continue to stare at the black dot on the wall. Every now and then the dot seemed to increase in size, or decrease. It was creeping the fuck out of me. I could actually see it as a spider than enjoys creeping on little children. I mean really, why the fuck would its size be changing? And so I sat there staring at dot on the wall imagining what it would do if it was really increasing in size.

"Are you fucking staring at the wall, Minho?" Taemin muttered, from the couch across from me.

"There's a dot on the wall, it looks like a shitty spider." I mumbled, still memorized by the dot on the wall, which was somehow boring me out. Usually I wasn't bored with anything until I had accomplished its entire life purpose and left it there, dying. Yeah, it's because I'm an overachiever and nothing more. But this dot was boring; I suddenly didn't give a fuck about what it was and how it got there. I just wanted the shitty dot gone.

"It's just a paint mishap." Taemin said, after her glanced at it, all too quickly.

"That's what it wants you to think!" I exclaimed, just wanting to do something.

Taemin groaned, and just as he did this the front door opened with a bang. All three of us turned to the door, to see Lee Jinki talking on the phone. His hair was sleeked back with expensive gel, he wore a grey suit that fit hip perfectly, with a named brand shoe, and his entire only told us one thing: he had money. He turned to us with one quick spin of his expensive heel, and smiled that fucked up smile I still remember.

"One minute," He said in his normal cocky tone. Jinki continued to mutter harsh words into his voice, a long strand of commands and threats came from his once pure lips. His eyebrows knitted together as he augured with the other on the phone. And then with a loud shout he ended it, "I don't give a fuck who these shitty people are, sue the fuck out of their pathetic lives!" Taemin flinched as Jinki yelled into the phone. At least Taemin didn't change.

"So, why am I here again?" Jinki asked, while making his way into Kibum's apartment. He made his way into this apartment as if he's been here loads of times. He maneuvered around the apartment as if he could find his way through this place in the dark. But then again, he's Lee Jinki, he's fucking perfect. Either that or he has fucked Kibum to many times to remember.

JongHyun shrugged, "Kibum just said to meet up here, and don't kill anyone." We all nodded with JongHyun, Kibum had said the same thing to all of us. Either he was playing us, or he wanted a family meeting, or he wanted a five some. Knowing him, he probably wanted a five some.   

Jinki didn't say a thing; he only sat on the chair beside JongHyun and faced me. "So you picked the fag, eh?" My eyes widened as he said this so easily, as if Taemin wasn't next to me. I was about to talk back to him, give a witty answer, or yell at him for calling Taemin such a word that even I couldn't even say. But I couldn't, Taemin had already covered it himself.

"What the fuck is your deal, Jinki? Just because you rule the world, doesn't mean you can call me a fag!" Taemin hissed, his head phones now resting on his lap, music still pouring out of them. Jinki grinned, "You probably still own that shabby dance studio, probably on a rent to? You never bought the space? Silly Taemin, I can always sell your studio and have it remade into a skyscraper. But because of the past, I won't. Consider this a late birthday gift." Taemin didn't say a word after Jinki opened his mouth; he only stared at the ground, his headphones still pouring music.

There was silence in the apartment after that. No one dared to speak. JongHyun looked around for Kibum, Taemin glared at Jinki, as Jinki gazed at me, and I stared at Taemin, wondering if I could have prevented all this from happening. Everyone hadn't one another in some type of way or fashion, and all of that was my fault. If I ended things with Taemin professionally, we would be here. We would all be here, smiling and laughing, and I wouldn't have this pang of guilt every time I glanced at Taemin, it was my fault.

Right as I was about to grief more about my choices, Kibum sprung from his bedroom. He appeared with an awkward smile on his face, while his eyes were shinning. Come to think of it, there was a time when all of us shinned. When all of us were truly happy. When Taemin and I were together, when Kibum just began his career as a fashion designer, when JongHyun didn't have to care about anything, when Jinki was the top of his graduating class. We all had shined, but then again, that was the past, and this was the present.

Kibum wore skinny jeans, and a nice button up shirt, with several amounts of jewelry in his ears, the man almost looked normal. Almost. Smoky eye make-up covered his feline eyes, making them look fiercer, if that was even possible. Kibum wasn't even out and about and yet he had to look good. But this was a diva I'm talking about, a born diva.

"Okay boys! Dinner is ready!" Kibum said this in an extremely happy attitude, almost annoying. He jumped, and skipped to the dining table as the others and I grumbled and followed him. JongHyun and Onew were groaning that they had already eaten, Taemin was just flat out groaning. And I, I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

We gathered around Kibum's dinner table, to see a small meal for five men. All of us glared at Kibum, as he began plating his food. He didn't glance up when JongHyun's stomach let out a cry that couldn't match Jinki's stomach's moaning. "Key Hyung, there's not enough food." Taemin whispered to Kibum. Finally Kibum looked up at us. JongHyun was trying to equally cut the small amount of meat so that we could share, while Jinki was staring at the under cooked rice, I was just staring at my empty wine glass. I didn't give a damn about food, I just wanted some alcohol.

Kibum's laughter rang against my ears, I suddenly remembered him laughing when we were younger. Kibum used to barely laugh; he believed that he didn't deserve to laugh. That nothing was right in his horrible life. And nothing was right, but Kibum made his life perfect, he did it himself.

"If you eat more than what is on the table you're guaranteed to gain one pound. I don't want that, so I made a perfect meal for my diet!" He exclaimed while slowly eating his food. JongHyun stared at him, "I need meat, Key." Kibum only laughed, and the continued to eat his food. Damn, this colorful bitch is trying to starve us.

That's when Jinki's phone went off. He picked it up without a second thought, and immediately starting threating who ever that poor soul was on the other line. Kibum looked up and glared at Jinki. Jinki continued to talk, not even realizing Kibum was glaring at him.

"Jinki put down the phone."

Jinki ignored Kibum.

"Lee Jinki pleases, but down the phone."

Jinki ignored Kibum.

"Jinki put down the phone, now."

Jinki ignored Kibum. Have mercy on Jinki's soul when Kibum's done with him.

"YAH! LEE JINKI! No phones at the dining table! THIS FUCKING FAMILY TIME!" Kibum screamed while throwing a spoon at Jinki's phone. The phone crashed into the wall with one last beep.

We ate in complete silence after that.

Finally Kibum spoke, giving us an idea why we were here.

"I want us to get back together," He said simply, all four of us staring at him, our eyes wide. "I remember the day when Minho came to my apartment asking for Taemin. I laughed at him thinking he was foolish, trying to mend a broken friendship. But after watching him have a breakdown, a very large breakdown in face, I decided that after years of separation it's time for us to be back. It's time for all five of us to be friends again; it's time for all of us to shine."

Wow, Kibum that was some deep shit.

"Wait, Minho had a breakdown?" JongHyun asked, his eyes wide, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah,"

An out roar of laughs and giggles suddenly came from the other men. They grunted and mumbled about how I could never be one to have a breakdown. JongHyun was springing tears from his eyes, while Jinki was rocking back in forth in his chair, and then there was Taemin who was giggling, softly to himself.

"YAH! Shut up!" I yelled, almost hitting the three men. They quieted down after a few minutes past. It must be hard to realize I could have a breakdown, I mean look at me. I'm fucking perfect.

"What I mean, is that I want all of us to meet on one day and mesh together like we did in the past. I was thinking about tomorrow, since tomorrow is Saturday…" Kibum trailed off, talking more and more about our 'bounding time'.

This wouldn't work for two reasons. First, look at us. There's a reason why were separated. There's a reason why our friendship came tumbling down during college. What shall that reason be? Romance, jealousy, lust, you name it, and our jacked up friendship has it.

Second, tomorrow is date night with Yuri. Yeah, it sounds messed up having a date night. But that's what Yuri wanted, and I needed. It gave us time together, a day full of each other and nothing more. And I was okay with it, I loved seeing her smile and glow on the day of Saturday. I loved her, I couldn't just abandon this day.

"Guys, I can't do it tomorrow." I muttered, and just as I said this Kibum pounced on me.  

"Why the fuck not?!" He hissed.

"I have date night tomorrow with Yuri." I mumbled, just as I said this, chuckles were easily heard throughout the dining room.

"Who the fuck has date night?" JongHyun said to Jinki.

Jinki shrugged in his designer suit, "Married couples,"

"Who's Yuri?" Taemin wondered, and now everyone's attention was on him. That beautiful boy that used to run my mind, everyone stared at him waited to see his face when I told him who Yuri was.

"Yuri's my girlfriend," I said, while staring at the ground.

"Oh,"

And then again all that silent.

Things were decided that dinner. The five of us would always meet at Kibum's house at noon every Sunday, and would stay until the sunset where ever we attended. All of us had to attend; if one didn't then all of the others were giving permission to annoy the other. Outside meetings were encouraged, no sexual relationships were allowed. That rule was only for Taemin and I, Key pointed out so that Jinki could still fuck JongHyun and him. Each person had to arrive on time, and each one of us had to act accordingly on our outing.

The rules were that jacked up. But they were our rules, mostly Kibum's though. This was a way of Kibum building our friendship back together. This was Kibum forming it back, ignoring out protests and sewing it back up, as if we were one if his clothing lines. However you look at this, this was Kibum's doing, no one else's. I thank Kibum for doing this, for giving me a second chance, if he hadn't done this, no one would have.