It was easy for Taemin to have enough of how his parents treated him. Sure, it took until he was 18 to finally stick up for himself, but after the first time Jonghyun snuck him out he couldn't get enough.
His mother had a temper, one so intense and electrifying that even his father cowered in front of it. So when she walked in on Taemin and Jonghyun drinking in Taemin's room - not their best plan, but Taemin wasn't allowed to leave and Jonghyun didn't care where they hung out - she lost it, threw whatever she could get her hands on until Jonghyun hopped back out the window and ran.
"I should put bars on your windows if he's going to keep coming around."
Taemin only glared back. She didn't understand, probably couldn't if she tried. Jonghyun was his friend, his first friend since Jongin in primary school who moved away the next year and left Taemin alone. It wasn't hard to be friends with someone like Jonghyun.
The older boy was outgoing, loud, social, and most important, he accepted Taemin. He didn't care that Taemin was awkward as fuck and wasn't sure how to have a friend. They mostly sat around Jonghyun's basement, sharing whatever alcohol Jonghyun had snatched from his parents.
"Don't end up like me," Jonghyun said when he hit that point where thoughts became words. "You're so much better than I am."
It wasn't a lie, Taemin knew he was smarter than Jonghyun. Not a hard feat when you looked at Jonghyun's life. Jonghyun had dreamed of becoming a rockstar and led himself down the road of rock and roll. But... Taemin was tired of being good and behaving and doing everything exactly how his parents wanted him to do them.
This mindset found him out of college, following Jonghyun to the tattoo parlor. He was going to get his first tattoo, Jonghyun his... sixth? Seventh? Taemin wasn't sure.
It had hurt, the little symbol on the back of his left shoulder. Taemin wasn't even sure what it stood for, he had just wanted something. Jonghyun had loved it though, a wild look staying in his eyes every time he caught sight of it weeks later.
They fucked for the first time two months exactly after Taemin got the tattoo. On the worn out couch in Jonghyun's basement, Taemin pressed into the cushions as Jonghyun rocked into him from behind. Jonghyun mouthed at Taemin's shoulder, over the little black symbol, jerking Taemin off until they both came. Taemin had stained the gray-blue fabric under him and his face would flush pink every time he went over Jonghyun's.
The second time was when Jonghyun briefly picked up smoking again and Taemin was fascinated with how he held the little white stick between his fingers and in his mouth, with the way he would exhale smoke, and how he would slump back into the couch after like he was completely at ease. Jonghyun ground the butt into his ashtray, finding himself with Taemin in his lap seconds later.
Taemin rolled his hips down onto Jonghyun's and kissed his friend hard, unreasonably turned on by how Jonghyun tasted. They were naked and grinding on each other in seconds, Taemin riding Jonghyun when they found themselves that far gone. Jonghyun gripped Taemin's slim hips as he watched Taemin lose himself at the feeling of Jonghyun in him.
After the third time (which had been in the back of Jonghyun's station wagon down the road from Taemin's house), Taemin couldn't control himself around Jonghyun anymore and was willing to do anything, anywhere for the other man.
On a night Taemin's parents were supposed to be gone, Taemin invited Jonghyun over. They rolled around together on Taemin's bed until Jonghyun's pants were too tight and Taemin could feel Jonghyun's erection against his thigh. He fumbled for Jonghyun's belt, the older man stopping him.
"If we do this here, your parents are going to come home and walk in on us and-"
"I really don't care what my parents think," Taemin said, unbuttoning Jonghyun's shirt and mouthing his way down Jonghyun's stomach. He nipped at one of Jonghyun's tattoos, the one right above his hip, before unfastening Jonghyun's pants and pulling them down.
Jonghyun ran his fingers through Taemin's hair, dyed a bright red at Jonghyun's request. "Taemin, we shouldn't be doing this h-"
"But we're going to."
He pulled Jonghyun out of his underwear and slipped him into his mouth, his tongue working Jonghyun's cock just the way he knew Jonghyun liked. Bobbing his head up and down, he had Jonghyun cumming down his throat in minutes and he swallowed the release just as he heard the front door open.
They kissed quickly, Taemin smirking into it as he knew he looked a mess and that Jonghyun's pants were still around his knees. He was kicked out of the house ten minutes later and Taemin had never felt happier.