Drabbley things
Drabbles. Quite long drabbles, since I apparently can't do short ones. /sigh.
Anyway, drabbles 2 and 2.5 are for honestfrank because you were meant to get them /ages/ ago, but. Yeah.
Please enjoy these~ and I'll do another A/N at the end idk
Waiting
'Will you wait for me?'
Taemin met him square in the eye.
'For how long, Minho?'
He paused, knowing how much he's asking for.
'I don't know,' he said, helplessly.
Taemin nodded slowly. 'I suppose so.'
'I’m sorry, Taemin.'
'How long will you need to get over her, Minho? How long will I have to put my life on hold?'
He reached his hand out to touch Taemin's soft cheek, hating himself ever more when Taemin still leant slightly into his palm.
'I wish you could just say it, Minho.'
'Say what?'
'That you love me. Those three words. I love you.'
He swallowed, a lump hard in his throat.
'I do, though.'
To Travel the World (and Beyond). [Minho's version]
They're lying in the hotel room of Tokyo, exhausted after the concert and bright light, the buzz of adrenaline from thousands of eyes watching and the screams faintly ringing in their ears slowly fading to nothing.
The light of neon signs and still lit buildings tries to force their way through the thin curtains, made easier by the windows left open to conquer the stuffy room.
Minho lies there, silent and heart heavy in his chest. He knows Taemin isn't sleeping yet, not when there's been fleeting touches and sneaking arms around scalloped shoulders.
There's one thing on his mind, prominent and waiting impatiently to be spoken out after the flight in the morning and the quick three hour dash by Key in an attempt to see all of the city.
He wants to travel the world with Taemin.
Turning to his side, he sees the slight outline Taemin makes under the blanket, separated by mere distances of three steps. He sits up, playing with his own fingers nervously.
'Taemin-ah.'
It comes, quiet and timed, two seconds and three beats of his heart later.
'Yes?'
Minho climbs out of his bed then, hears Taemin already shuffling to make space. He clambers in quickly, fitting into the curve of his back and shivers involuntarily when he presses cold feet against Minho's bare legs.
'Taemin?' He inhales the scent of rich brown hair. Even though they use the same shampoo, it's always smelt better on Taemin than anyone else.
He's sleepy now, induced by the warmth of Minho. 'Mm.'
'What do you want to do after this? You know, when we get away from it.' The words come out soft, quiet and bare. There's no need to ask what 'it' is.
Taemin turns with a sigh, facing him with sleepy eyes and pulls Minho's arms more around his own waist.
'Hmm.'
He waits, patient yet not, watching as a dreamy smile tugs at the corners of sweet lips.
'Go out for coffee without being interrupted.'
There's a pause whilst Minho absorbs this, Taemin yawning absently and interrupting his thoughts. 'What about you?'
Minho decides to play along. 'Sleep in for as long as I want to.' He feels Taemin's legs twine around his, a tangle of limbs knotted together.
'Go out without our manager.'
He laughs at this, knowing how protective they still are of the not-so-little maknae.
'Spend a whole day with my family.'
'Ride a bus.'
'Travel the world.'
Taemin hums at this, nestling his head against Minho's shoulder again.
'With you,' he blurts out, before Taemin thinks of another one and interrupts what he's been wanting to say for hours.
A mumble comes out, only half coherent and muffled by a crushed mouth.
'Alright,' Minho hears, and he wonders if this is real.
'Alright?' The hope is evident in his voice, eager like an excited puppy. (Like Jonghyun).
There's no reply, only the soft falling of breath, but Minho keeps the 'alright' and Taemin close to his heart.
To Travel the World (and Beyond). [Taemin's version]
Taemin's been acting strange. Well, stranger than normal that is.
Minho doesn't know how long it's been going on for, the little things like the prolonged tapping of dancer's feet that can't stay still, or the way the younger hovers outside the room that Minho's currently in.
He puts it down to the nervousness of starting concerts again, the edge they were all on from all practice and no play.
Minho's lounging in the living room one evening that their practice gets cancelled, choosing to stay in although Onew, Key and Jonghyun have gone out to party for one more night. He flicks through the channels, idly settling on an old variety show featuring their Super Junior sunbaenims whilst waiting for Taemin to return from grocery shopping with their manager.
There's a thump at the door a little while later, and he rushes to open the door to Taemin, skinny arms loaded down with bulging plastic bags that Minho helps off and carries to the kitchen. Their manager comes in, grumbling about the long queues and traffic jams that took up unnecessary amounts of time.
Minho heads back to the couch after their manager finishes making sure everything is put away properly and leaves, although Taemin is still rummaging around the cupboards fiddling with packets of noodles and chestnut sauce.
He comes in after two commercials have played, plopping down beside him whilst sipping on his milk.
'You know,' Taemin says, stopping abruptly for another sip. 'I wouldn't mind going to Paris one day. With their pâtisseries and the Eiffel tower and l'Arc de Triomphe.'
'Huh?' Minho asks, having been concentrating on what new video game they had been advertising and only catching the last part of what had been said.
Taemin looks down at his empty carton of milk, cheeks reddening as he mumbles 'nothing' and half heartedly throws the drink bottle at Minho.
They're having breakfast the next morning, Key having cooked sausages because he apparently needed some grease to soak up the alcohol consumed last night and none of them complaining. Jonghyun bickers to Key that Taemin's got more mushrooms on his plate, a smug smile spreading over the maknae's cheeks when Key tells Jonghyun to shut up and cradles his head with an arm.
'I've always wanted to try German sausages in Germany,' Taemin muses, holding up a sausage on his fork and inspecting it thoroughly from all angles.
Onew blinks at him. 'They always have German beer with German sausages too. Never Spanish beer.'
Key scoffs at them, muttering something about idiocy from both of the Lees.
Minho's trying to decide what to wear to the airport, knowing the fans and paparazzi will be there to take pictures with their massive HD cameras when Taemin strolls into his room, still in his pyjamas and looking unconcerned.
'Hey, Taemin-ah,' he says, holding up two shirts. 'Which one looks better?'
Taemin hums, tapping his lower lip in thought and steps closer to inspect them properly.
'Probably thi- oh, hey, look hyung, this one's from England. I've always wanted to go to England, do you think we would be able to go to the palace and see the queen?'
Minho sighs, listens to him ramble on about the different landmarks of London as he rummages through his wardrobe for his other white shirt.
They're in the car, Minho and Taemin sitting in the very back as usual and sharing the chocolate they've been given.
I've always wondered what Belgian chocolate tastes like,' Taemin says as he reaches over Minho's lap for another piece.
Minho groans, sick of hearing about different countries he's able to link to every single thing they're doing at the moment.
'Tae,' he says, closing his eyes briefly. 'Why do you keep talking about different countries?'
He blinks rapidly at Minho, hand falling and forgetting about the chocolate.
'Oh.'
Minho pauses, reaches over and strokes the side of Taemin's face as he waits for him to go on.
'I suppose I want to visit those countries,' he says in a small voice, eyes downcast.
He feels a surge of warmth at this shy Taemin, the one that's still keeping back.
'Well, we could always go when we get a break,' Minho promises, playing along.
Taemin sighs, turns away from Minho in order to face the window and the rivulets of rain dribbling their way down.
'You don't understand,' he hears, faraway and distant. Taemin's shoulder jolts when he reaches out to touch him reassuringly.
'Then tell me.'
He sits up, facing Minho with rumpled hair and a pout that turns his lips downwards.
'I want to travel the world with you, ok? Only you. There. I've told you. God, I feel so embarrassed now.' Taemin huffs again at Minho, falling back into his seat with a thud.
The laugh falls from Minho's lips, breathless in wonder.
'Well then, let's. Travel the world, I mean. Together.'
Taemin shuffles around awkwardly in his seat, peering up from behind his fallen fringe to look up at his hyung.
'Really?'
'Yeah, I’m serious Taeminnie. We'll go and travel the world together, and we can go and buy all the chocolate in the world and go to every landmark you want to see and take stupid tourist pictures wearing stupid tourist clothes and buy stupid tourist souvenirs of everything in the shop.' It's a fervent promise, but true nevertheless.
There's a giggle from Taemin, trailing fingers that run along his jaw and stop when they reach down to his neck.
'And we're gonna go around taking stupid pictures in front of every landmark? And we're gonna have ice cream every day, right? Because, seriously, hyung, we're gonna need ice cream every day, ice cream's what makes a holiday and if I really don't get ice cream from at least Italy, Belgium and France I will not be-'
Minho shushes him, used to the babbling that happens when he's only slept for five hours.
'Anything you want, Taemin-ah,' and he interlaces their hands together, cool warmth perfect.
3. Taemin as a cat
He turns the key in the lock, hearing the click and turning the handle before pausing, waiting to hear the skid of hurried paws coming to greet him. A bundle of fur comes flashing down the stairs, almost blurring with the rapid speed before crashing into Minho's feet. He hears the petulant meow, chuckles before scooping up the kitten that's already pawing at his legs, demanding to be held.
Minho cradles the grey tabby close to his chest carefully, marvels at the quivering fur and delicate, tiny body and head that fits itself against the crook of his neck, resting tiny paws against his forearms and purring contentedly. He tries to walk to the kitchen without jostling Taemin too much, turning on the light with his shoulder and murmuring a quiet, 'Hey, Onew,' to the patient old Labrador resting in the corner of the wall in his bed.
'I hope Taemin hasn't been too playful today,' He starts conversationally as he juggles Taemin to one arm in order to open cupboards, as if he actually expects Onew to answer. There's a little whine in return, as if he understands. Minho grins, and gives up trying to open a tin with only one hand, setting down Taemin who tries to cling on with sharp claws regretfully. He still follows him around the kitchen with little meows, and Minho tries his best not to trip over the small creature.
Onew gives a gentle 'woof', and Taemin turns his head towards him, ears pricked up in surprise. His head cocks as if consider something, before padding over meekly to nestle against Onew's warm side, nudging the dog in order to find the perfect spot.
Minho prepares his food quickly, popping leftovers into the microwave and stopping it before the last second, giving a gentle whistle to signify the change of rooms. The kitten wakes with Onew nudging him with his head, and the kitten hurries to the next room before the kitchen lights are turned off. Minho waits for Onew to shake out his body before going, switches off the light behind them and settles into the living room.
Taemin's learnt how to jump onto the sofa in the past week, and Minho sits, knowing Onew will lie next to the fire to patiently wait for the fire to warm his side. He offers Taemin a morsel from his plate, the kitten accepting the food gently with pointed teeth. He tries to sit on Minho's lap, nearly knocking over the plate that's already occupying his spot and getting fur into the food.
Minho finishes, leaving leftovers of a little everything on the plate that he places in front of Onew before giving him a scratch between his ears, smiling as he notices the flick of his tail Onew gives as thanks. He hears a meow again from a heap of fur nestled on the sofa, and picks it up to settle on his lap. Taemin curls up against his stomach, fur quivering as he purrs, Minho continuing to stroke absent-mindedly, content and warm with the fire roaring in its place.
4. After after morning sex
Minho loves this, the aftermath of the quiet morning and Taemin's still labouring breaths, slowly spiralling down from his high. He loves this perhaps even more than the time they spend exploring each other's bodies at night, because in the morning nothing is hurried, it's lazy and languid, slow caresses and lingering kisses that promise an eternity.
The morning sun streams in, white light that's not quite bright enough to blind them yet, but instead cast soft shadows of the dips and crevices of their skin, the blanket that lies forgotten beside them. He loves how the sun shine on Taemin's eyelashes, turning them from black to a myriad of colours, unidentifiable and almost unseeable. Gentle, butterfly kisses are dropped on each pale eyelid, and his lips follow down, to his cheekbones, his cheeks, his nose, trailing the path of his jaw and the contour of his neck.
A lazy smile tilts Taemin's lips, and Minho can feel fingers trailing their way down his thighs, absent-mindedly rubbing up and down. He leans over to the bedside table for baby wipes, placed there for occasions just like these when they're too lazy to get up and shower. Taemin jolts slightly at the cold cloth as Minho proceeds to clean his own cum off his stomach, kissing the soft, newly clean skin when he's done and wipes down the back of his legs where white is, placing them back regretfully when Taemin is no longer marked by his love.
Taemin shifts closer to him, burrowing and demanding to be held, and perhaps this is the part that Minho loves the most. He cradles him to his body, rubbing his bare back as he coaxes him gently to sleep again, and they're warm and soft under the blanket, bare skin against bare skin. His own strong thighs are wrapped around Taemin's, his whole body wrapped around Taemin with a face full of hair. They're in their own world, with no intentions of ever getting out.
A/N: so, the after after morning sex idek because I haven't ever even written smut but for some reason my brain just decides to skip it and write the after part yep.
so idk I hope you liked them, they've been in my folder for ages and I just finished them and I thought I should just get rid of them so ye