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perfect life

◇ Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

◇ Taemin x reader

◇ gang!au

◇ ugh taemin has been ruining me lately i need to take a step back

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When Taemin knocks on your door at 3 in the morning, you know to bring your first aid kit with you. You heave open the door with effort, coming face to face with a familiar sight - your boyfriend, lip busted, eye swollen, and blood flowing from a gash in his temple and matting in his bleach blonde hair.

He still manages to smirk cheekily, leaning on the door frame tiredly, although he winces as pain rushes through his chapped lips. “Hey, sweetheart.”

Even though you’ve seen him like this what seems like millions of times, you still gasp, opening your door wider and allowing him to stumble passed you. “Oh, my God,” your eyes widen worriedly as you guide him towards the kitchen, where you had set your first aid kit before you had answered the door.

Taemin doesn’t answer, letting you grasp his wrist and lead him to a bar stool while you unpacked your first aid kit. “You always do this,” you’re ranting under your breath, picking some rubbing alcohol out and a pack of cotton balls. The anger always settles in after the initial shock and concern. “You always disappear for days and turn up beaten up and bloody. When was the last time you had even told me you loved me?”

“I love you,” Taemin murmurs, clasping your hand in his as you turn back to him and reach up to clean the cut on his temple. Sighing, you roll your eyes, allowing him to intertwine your fingers and hold your interlinked hands close to his chest. You’re not angry with him anymore - but you still refrain from cuddling up to him as you usually do to send your message to him: ‘I hate when you do this, and I’m not happy that it’s happened again.’

With your other hand, you start to dab at the cut carved into his tanned skin, staining the fluffy white cotton ball with vibrant red.

After a moment of silence, you sigh deeply, throwing a cotton ball in the bin and starting to reach for more. “What was it this time?” There have been many excuses in the past; looking at him in the wrong way, saying something that shouldn’t have been said, an enemy of his friends that he had come across and couldn’t let get away. Taemin is silent and you look up from where you’ve been gently cleaning the cut on his top lip. “Tae?”

“He said something about you,” he murmurs, avoiding your incredulous eyes and focusing on the stinging pain coming from his lip. He doesn’t know if he should look up and meet your eyes or continue to let you clean his injuries in silence, but he doesn’t have a choice as you tilt his head up gently. “He said something about you that I didn’t like.”

“You’ve always had the worst temper,” you chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to his lips so softly he wondered if you’d actually kissed him. Taemin shrugs, letting a gentle smile bloom on his face, the smile he reserved for you.

“It seems to get worse when it involves you,” he comments, allowing you to put the gauze on his temple. You bite your lip, shaking your head.

“I don’t think that’s a good thing,” you observe quietly, finally finishing up and moving away from him to start cleaning up. Taemin raises an eyebrow, slipping off the bar stool and following you over to the sink, where you’re rinsing your hands off and drying them on the tea towel you kept by the sink.

He sighs softly as he wraps his arms around your form, pulling you as close as he possibly could and burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent and unconsciously pressing kisses to your soft skin. “You know that I only do this because I love you.”

You don’t answer for another few seconds, looking down before you turn to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist as you faced him. Your hands trail up and down his biceps, eventually coming up to hold onto his broad shoulders. “Someone who loved me wouldn’t leave me for days on end and return to me beaten up and bloody.”

“Come on, _____ ,” Taemin frowns, trying to meet eyes with you, though you kept avoiding his advances. “You know how much I love you. ‘To the moon and back’, remember?”

You can’t help but smile faintly at the distant memory, letting your eyes close gently and inhaling deeply. “I love you so much,” you whisper, “but it feels as if I’m loving a dead man walking. SHINee isn’t safe - it never was, and it never will be.”

You know how tied up Taemin is with SHINee, and you hate it - it was set up with 4 of his closest friends, a dangerous gang that dabbled in dangerous things. You never knew when he disappeared for 3 or 4 days if he was going to return home to you.

You can see how torn Taemin is as he utters his next words desperately. “I - I’ll leave, jagi,” he pleads, “for you, I swear. We’ll - we’ll go somewhere. Somewhere far away, and we’ll get married and start a family like we’ve always wanted. I promise.”

He’s pulling you close before you can register it, tightening his hold on you and soothingly rubbing circles into your shoulder with his thumb. He loves you, and you love him - so why is everything so difficult for the two of you?

You screw your eyes shut, feeling the cold leather of his jacket on your cheek and knowing that tears were welling up behind your eyelids. As much as you’d like to believe that having a perfect white picket fence and apple pie life was an option for you, you couldn’t and wouldn’t lie to yourself.

Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

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