The Aftermath of Christmas (and Mistletoe).
Title: The Aftermath of Christmas (and Mistletoe).
Rating: PG
Pairing: 2min
Summary: The events of after Christmas, frustratingly close yet not close enough. (But they get there in the end.)
A/N: forpsychicfeeling because of birthday or something here you go you ungrateful person who wouldn't even kiss me /sighs
'I can't believe that Kibum actually dragged us out to shop,' he mutters to Taemin.
'Cheer up,' Taemin says brightly, weaving through the Boxing Day crowds effortlessly, tugging Minho along with linked hands. 'It's a lot more fun than you think it is.'
'Shopping?' Minho raises an eyebrow. 'Not likely.'
'I’ll make it fun,' Taemin promises, and there's a wicked gleam in his eyes that Minho doesn't quite trust.
Kibum told Minho to stick with Taemin, sighing with the fact that he'll be stuck with Jonghyun and Onew because he simply has to get Onew new clothes other than those ratty tracksuit bottoms the leader still insists on wearing.
'But they're comfortable,' Onew protested weakly.
'They're not comfortable for my eyes,' Kibum replied dryly.
Minho almost felt sorry for Onew, but he's dragged off by Taemin without a thought.
'We should get waffles,' Taemin exclaims. 'With chocolate.' His eyes are bright as he searches the food court for the stall, then pushes Minho from behind in the right direction.
'We've just had breakfast,' he tells Taemin. 'Kibum cooked us scrambled eggs.'
'But these are waffles. With chocolate. This can be second breakfast, or brunch, or whatever you want to call it. We're still getting waffles.'
The waffles do smell good, and Minho can always eat more so he doesn't complain. Although it's a little distracting when Taemin gets melted chocolate on the corner of his lips. (Minho tells him so, and it's even more distracting when he pokes out his tongue to lick it off.)
They're done with their waffles, and bin their paper napkins as they search for a good store to begin with.
'Not that one,' Minho groans. 'It looks too fancy.'
'We're going to have to buy at least one fancy item,' Taemin says severely. 'Or else next time we'll all have to stick with Kibum.'
He stays quiet after that, but they start off easy with a nicely priced high street store.
Besides, Taemin gets easily distracted by the hats and scarves and earrings and paperclips and everything that is not an item of clothing.
Minho's slightly envious that Taemin has a hat face.
'What about this one?' he asks, pulling on a rectangular grey hat that makes him look like he has cat ears once it's on.
'It's cute,' says Minho, when in actual fact he thinks all the hats look good on Taemin and he shouldn't take this one in particular off for the rest of the winter so Minho can feed him chocolate and cuddle him in the dark of the night.
'Should I buy it then?' He pulls it off his head to check his price, Minho mourning the loss of cat ears but instead admiring the blonde head that lay ruffled and unruly.
'Yes. Definitely.'
Taemin beams at him, and Minho tries to not let that and the chocolate waffles give him diabetes in one day.
He walks out of the shop with the hat on, label freshly pulled off and cat ears held up high proudly.
‘I need new jeans,’ Taemin says thoughtfully.
Minho groans at the thought of another shop. ‘You already have about 12 pairs at home.’
‘But I need a better pair,’ he pushes, and so Minho gets dragged, unwilling, into the umpteenth store.
Taemin slings a few pairs into his arms, leading him to mutter that he’s not a clothes horse, but he follows Taemin anyway because otherwise he would get lost.
He begins to lose patience when t-shirts and a pair of socks get added to the pile forming in his arms.
‘Changing rooms,’ their maknae announces, and Minho wonders when he got so bossy.
Minho makes to hand over the pile of clothes to Taemin, but he just looks at him strangely and makes no effort to hold out his arms.
‘You’re coming in with me.’
‘What?’
‘You have to tell me if the jeans look good or not, of course.’
‘Can’t you look yourself?’ he bursts out, exasperated.
‘I need a second opinion.’
Minho resigns himself to his fate, trapped in a small changing room with a Taemin struggling to make his way into and out of various pieces of clothing.
‘What about this one?’ Taemin turns his back to his mirror, head craned over his shoulder awkwardly, trying to get a good look at his own butt.
‘It’s nice.’
‘You’ve said that about all the other pairs too.’
‘They’re all pieces of denim,’ he sighs, and he forces himself to look at Taemin’s butt again. (Not that Taemin doesn’t have a nice butt, he thinks, but he just doesn’t want to deal with this in a cramped, rapidly beginning to get hotter space.)
‘Your butt looks the nicest in that one, ok?’
‘Alright, this pair then.’ he says, satisfied.
Minho makes to stand up, dusting off his pants from the little threads that had fluttered onto him.
‘Hang on hyung, I still haven’t tried on the tops.’
He sinks back onto the little stool in the corner of the cubicle in defeat.
Kibum waves frantically at them, and Minho sees Jonghyun and Onew both equally weighed down by shopping bags, just as he is (even though more than half belongs to Taemin.)
They make their way to their van, where their manager is waiting and get escorted back to their dorm. All the bags get chucked into the room designated as their closet; even Key is sick of looking at clothes, and that’s saying something. There’s an excess of food in their dorm, partly due to the holiday season, gifts of chocolate and biscuits and all manners of food, and also due to the fact that Taemin went grocery shopping with Key only three days before.
Jonghyun flops down on the floor, turning on the TV and flicking through the channels until he reaches some kid’s Christmas movie playing. They all silently join him, Kibum walking in with the tray of hot chocolate to ward off the cold. Minho sits in the corner of the sofa, Taemin nestled against him whilst Onew sits wedged comfortably between their maknae and Key.
They’re warm and content, several blankets draped over them whilst Jonghyun uses his as a pillow. Minho looks down at Taemin, only to find him asleep against his shoulder. Taemin looks content so he doesn’t move, not even when his shoulder is beginning to lost circulation and begins a mild throbbing.
Minho would have much rather spent New Year’s Eve with his SM label mates to make for a more private and comfortable gathering, but alas they had to go to this stupid recording where all eyes would be on them; recorded, scrutinized, forever permanent.
He wants to kiss Taemin so badly at midnight, craves it. Minho settles for wrapping his arms around Taemin, head set in the crook of his shoulder and a ridiculously big cheesy grin on his face. Taemin looks radiant, almost out of this world and Minho thinks that he almost doesn’t belong here, on common ground and he deserves to fly, soar above everyone in his own way. The best he can do for Taemin is to pick him up, his arms aching along with his smile and him laughing giddily in his embrace.
They get back home at 2AM, far too exhausted to do anything more than crowd into their bathroom all at the same time, manoeuvring around each other wiping their faces clean and brushing their teeth. Sleepy goodnights are muttered, Minho hearing a sigh from Key when they see Jonghyun already half asleep in their room. He gives Key a gentle smile, closing the door gently behind him as he goes to Taemin’s room.
Minho gets into his bed, Taemin half whining sleepily as Minho jostles him for space. He wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, an anchor to prevent him falling off the bed, into space.
‘Minho?’ Taemin shifts to turn towards him, eyes half squinting in the darkness.
‘Yeah?’ He’s afraid of his voice being too loud for the darkness.
‘Midnight kiss,’ he says, maybe still bleary minded and the tiniest bit drunk from the champagne they all slipped him.
Taemin raises himself up on one elbow, pressing his lips against Minho’s in a chaste kiss. His lips are petal soft, the remnants of toothpaste still on his mouth and something else slightly sweeter, simply Taemin.
‘Happy New Year,’ he sighs out, and he drops back into his arms.
Minho presses a final kiss to his cheek, Taemin’s hip jutting out against his stomach and content with everything he’s been given.
Rating: PG
Pairing: 2min
Summary: The events of after Christmas, frustratingly close yet not close enough. (But they get there in the end.)
A/N: forpsychicfeeling because of birthday or something here you go you ungrateful person who wouldn't even kiss me /sighs
'I can't believe that Kibum actually dragged us out to shop,' he mutters to Taemin.
'Cheer up,' Taemin says brightly, weaving through the Boxing Day crowds effortlessly, tugging Minho along with linked hands. 'It's a lot more fun than you think it is.'
'Shopping?' Minho raises an eyebrow. 'Not likely.'
'I’ll make it fun,' Taemin promises, and there's a wicked gleam in his eyes that Minho doesn't quite trust.
Kibum told Minho to stick with Taemin, sighing with the fact that he'll be stuck with Jonghyun and Onew because he simply has to get Onew new clothes other than those ratty tracksuit bottoms the leader still insists on wearing.
'But they're comfortable,' Onew protested weakly.
'They're not comfortable for my eyes,' Kibum replied dryly.
Minho almost felt sorry for Onew, but he's dragged off by Taemin without a thought.
'We should get waffles,' Taemin exclaims. 'With chocolate.' His eyes are bright as he searches the food court for the stall, then pushes Minho from behind in the right direction.
'We've just had breakfast,' he tells Taemin. 'Kibum cooked us scrambled eggs.'
'But these are waffles. With chocolate. This can be second breakfast, or brunch, or whatever you want to call it. We're still getting waffles.'
The waffles do smell good, and Minho can always eat more so he doesn't complain. Although it's a little distracting when Taemin gets melted chocolate on the corner of his lips. (Minho tells him so, and it's even more distracting when he pokes out his tongue to lick it off.)
They're done with their waffles, and bin their paper napkins as they search for a good store to begin with.
'Not that one,' Minho groans. 'It looks too fancy.'
'We're going to have to buy at least one fancy item,' Taemin says severely. 'Or else next time we'll all have to stick with Kibum.'
He stays quiet after that, but they start off easy with a nicely priced high street store.
Besides, Taemin gets easily distracted by the hats and scarves and earrings and paperclips and everything that is not an item of clothing.
Minho's slightly envious that Taemin has a hat face.
'What about this one?' he asks, pulling on a rectangular grey hat that makes him look like he has cat ears once it's on.
'It's cute,' says Minho, when in actual fact he thinks all the hats look good on Taemin and he shouldn't take this one in particular off for the rest of the winter so Minho can feed him chocolate and cuddle him in the dark of the night.
'Should I buy it then?' He pulls it off his head to check his price, Minho mourning the loss of cat ears but instead admiring the blonde head that lay ruffled and unruly.
'Yes. Definitely.'
Taemin beams at him, and Minho tries to not let that and the chocolate waffles give him diabetes in one day.
He walks out of the shop with the hat on, label freshly pulled off and cat ears held up high proudly.
‘I need new jeans,’ Taemin says thoughtfully.
Minho groans at the thought of another shop. ‘You already have about 12 pairs at home.’
‘But I need a better pair,’ he pushes, and so Minho gets dragged, unwilling, into the umpteenth store.
Taemin slings a few pairs into his arms, leading him to mutter that he’s not a clothes horse, but he follows Taemin anyway because otherwise he would get lost.
He begins to lose patience when t-shirts and a pair of socks get added to the pile forming in his arms.
‘Changing rooms,’ their maknae announces, and Minho wonders when he got so bossy.
Minho makes to hand over the pile of clothes to Taemin, but he just looks at him strangely and makes no effort to hold out his arms.
‘You’re coming in with me.’
‘What?’
‘You have to tell me if the jeans look good or not, of course.’
‘Can’t you look yourself?’ he bursts out, exasperated.
‘I need a second opinion.’
Minho resigns himself to his fate, trapped in a small changing room with a Taemin struggling to make his way into and out of various pieces of clothing.
‘What about this one?’ Taemin turns his back to his mirror, head craned over his shoulder awkwardly, trying to get a good look at his own butt.
‘It’s nice.’
‘You’ve said that about all the other pairs too.’
‘They’re all pieces of denim,’ he sighs, and he forces himself to look at Taemin’s butt again. (Not that Taemin doesn’t have a nice butt, he thinks, but he just doesn’t want to deal with this in a cramped, rapidly beginning to get hotter space.)
‘Your butt looks the nicest in that one, ok?’
‘Alright, this pair then.’ he says, satisfied.
Minho makes to stand up, dusting off his pants from the little threads that had fluttered onto him.
‘Hang on hyung, I still haven’t tried on the tops.’
He sinks back onto the little stool in the corner of the cubicle in defeat.
Kibum waves frantically at them, and Minho sees Jonghyun and Onew both equally weighed down by shopping bags, just as he is (even though more than half belongs to Taemin.)
They make their way to their van, where their manager is waiting and get escorted back to their dorm. All the bags get chucked into the room designated as their closet; even Key is sick of looking at clothes, and that’s saying something. There’s an excess of food in their dorm, partly due to the holiday season, gifts of chocolate and biscuits and all manners of food, and also due to the fact that Taemin went grocery shopping with Key only three days before.
Jonghyun flops down on the floor, turning on the TV and flicking through the channels until he reaches some kid’s Christmas movie playing. They all silently join him, Kibum walking in with the tray of hot chocolate to ward off the cold. Minho sits in the corner of the sofa, Taemin nestled against him whilst Onew sits wedged comfortably between their maknae and Key.
They’re warm and content, several blankets draped over them whilst Jonghyun uses his as a pillow. Minho looks down at Taemin, only to find him asleep against his shoulder. Taemin looks content so he doesn’t move, not even when his shoulder is beginning to lost circulation and begins a mild throbbing.
Minho would have much rather spent New Year’s Eve with his SM label mates to make for a more private and comfortable gathering, but alas they had to go to this stupid recording where all eyes would be on them; recorded, scrutinized, forever permanent.
He wants to kiss Taemin so badly at midnight, craves it. Minho settles for wrapping his arms around Taemin, head set in the crook of his shoulder and a ridiculously big cheesy grin on his face. Taemin looks radiant, almost out of this world and Minho thinks that he almost doesn’t belong here, on common ground and he deserves to fly, soar above everyone in his own way. The best he can do for Taemin is to pick him up, his arms aching along with his smile and him laughing giddily in his embrace.
They get back home at 2AM, far too exhausted to do anything more than crowd into their bathroom all at the same time, manoeuvring around each other wiping their faces clean and brushing their teeth. Sleepy goodnights are muttered, Minho hearing a sigh from Key when they see Jonghyun already half asleep in their room. He gives Key a gentle smile, closing the door gently behind him as he goes to Taemin’s room.
Minho gets into his bed, Taemin half whining sleepily as Minho jostles him for space. He wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, an anchor to prevent him falling off the bed, into space.
‘Minho?’ Taemin shifts to turn towards him, eyes half squinting in the darkness.
‘Yeah?’ He’s afraid of his voice being too loud for the darkness.
‘Midnight kiss,’ he says, maybe still bleary minded and the tiniest bit drunk from the champagne they all slipped him.
Taemin raises himself up on one elbow, pressing his lips against Minho’s in a chaste kiss. His lips are petal soft, the remnants of toothpaste still on his mouth and something else slightly sweeter, simply Taemin.
‘Happy New Year,’ he sighs out, and he drops back into his arms.
Minho presses a final kiss to his cheek, Taemin’s hip jutting out against his stomach and content with everything he’s been given.