Missing You [1/3]
Title: T-Shirt
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Taemin and Minho got into a fight and Taemin decides he's had enough and leaves Minho. But it's not even a week later and he's missing Minho. Nothing's right without him by Minnie's side.
A small, skinny boy stood in front of a bathroom mirror, eying himself with tired eyes. He almost looked haggard if he really paid close attention to his eyes. He just couldn't believe that he could barely bring himself to get ready for the night. It had nearly been a week since Minho went off, so why is it still bothering him? Maybe it was because he knew that it was wrong of himself? Maybe because he missed his hyung... his yeobo.
Taemin stepped back once more from the mirror, taking in his full appearance. His hair was styled perfectly for the night, the first one he had off in a long time. Instead of staying home like he normally would, Kibum had suggested to go out, knowing that his dongsaeng was a bit glum since the fight, and figured that the boy just needed to leave the dorm and stay away from the place where a lot of their memories were. He would constantly drag Taemin to random places and just leave the boy alone occasionally. He just hated seeing the pouting face and sad eyes he would have.
The clothes the makane wore were fitted to his slender frame. Skinny jeans tucked into tennis shoes and a dress shirt that he felt would look better on Minho than himself. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal his frail looking forearms and the collar was undone to show a peek of his collar bone. A dark grey pea coat hung on the door, waiting for him to pull on for the night. But it didn't feel right. Nothing did anymore. He felt empty, lonely, guilty, and tired. Taemin barely caught a wink of sleep since Minho had gone off to film for a few days, but it was mostly his own fault. He was the one that brought this upon himself.
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"Taemin-ah... don't be this way." A strong hand gripped at his wrist tenderly and the deep voice grabbed at his hearts strings, tugging with that same gentleness.
It would be their anniversary in only a few short days. Why did SM hate them so much? Making Minho leave and take part of some new show that Taemin failed to catch the name of. He was too upset as soon as he heard the words leave Minho's mouth. He wouldn't be staying for their day, their first year anniversary. It was something that Taemin was looking forward to since they passed the half year point. It hurt that he didn't get to see Minho, but something else stabbed at his heart.
Minho hadn't even fought to stay with him. He didn't protest, didn't ask if Taemin or the entire group could come along. He just merely nodded when their manager had gathered them together for their schedules. That much had been a slap to his face. It just made his stomach roll with anger and hurt.
He stepped out of Minho's grasp and looked at him with a pained gaze, eyes glazing over with unshed tears. "If... If this is so important... that you couldn't even ask... just ask if you could stay.... then... then..." He paused his brain reeling still, working through the emotions slowly. He wasn't in the right mind to even talk to Minho, but he needed to say it. "Then... maybe we're not important enough to you..."
Taemin shook his head and began to bolt for the door. He ran out of the dorm and began to walk down the streets and towards the SM practice building. Maybe Minho would follow him? Maybe he would fight for Taemin to see reason? Everyone knew where he would be once he got upset, angry even. Minho knew where he could find him too...
The boy headed straight for SHINee's practice room and hooked up his MP3 player to the stereo. He picked a high paced song and just let his mind go blank as he stepped into the center of the room. He let his body move according to the rhythms. Taemin danced for a good hour before he began to slow down, the sweat dripping off his brow a show of his true frustration. He just needed to let it out. But Minho hadn't come for him, not yet. So Taemin switched it to the soft ballads he preferred to listen to and sat against the wall waiting....
Minho never came. He waited four hours, but his yeobo never came. By the time he made it back to the dorms, Minho had already packed and left. No note, nothing... not even a voice message on his phone. Taemin felt his heart break for the first time.
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Taemin grabbed the pea coat off the door knob and walked out of the bathroom, heading for the closet. He hung up the jacket and slipped off his shoes at the door. He couldn't do it, not today... not that night. It was still their day, their one year anniversary and Taemin felt sick just thinking about going out. He knew Key was just taking care of him, but he had imagined sharing this night with only one person.
Key came out of his room and eyed Taemin. "Aren't you getting ready to leave yet?" he asked when he saw the makane unbuttoning his shirt further to reveal a black tank top beneath it.
"No... I can't go out tonight Key-hyung. I just... want to stay home alone... Jinki-hyung is almost done getting ready though..." He motioned towards their shared room and gave a tired smile. "I just need some rest." Key nearly protested, but he saw the resignation in Taemin's eyes and let the boy continue on without protest. He and the other members would only wind up talking about their dongsaengs anyway.
Taemin kept walking towards Minho's room, slipping off his shirt. Once inside, he tossed it to the side and smiled to himself a little. It smelled of Minho, with a bit of Jonghyun but Taemin could only detect Minho. He tossed his shirt to the side then began to wiggle out of his jeans and wandered over to the nearby closet. His long delicate fingers traced over the shirts before he plucked out one that was nearly four sizes too large for himself and Minho. He didn't know why Minho had it, but Taemin loved wearing it to sleep in. He smiled a little and removed the tank top quickly before pulling the overly large shirt back over his head. Better.
He walked over to Minho's bed, slipping into the sheets in the overly large shirt and lime green socks that kept his feet warm. Taemin got settled in, reaching over to the side table where his phone laid lonely and picked it up. He stared at the screen. There were no missed calls, no text messages... nothing from Minho. He shut his eyes, a pained expression on his face. Minho probably hated him now. He began to curl into a ball, and sighed when Key stuck his head in and told him they were leaving and he waved to them wearily before looking back at his cell phone's screen. Then, with a little hesitation, he sent a message to his boyfriend.
I'm sorry for getting mad. I miss you.
With his mind slightly eased, his eyes slipped shut and he fell asleep.
It wasn't but two hours later that the front door of the SHINee dorm opened silently. The entire place was silent and no one seemed to be home. Light foot steps made their way to the bedrooms and the door to Minho's room opened slowly. Curled on the tall boy's bed, sound asleep lay Taemin, phone resting in his hand.
Minho's dark eyes surveyed the sight before him as he gently set his bag down on the floor. A small smile graced his features when he noticed the overly large neck of Taemin's favorite shirt. He sat down next to him and gently brushed away a few stray hairs from the boy's neck, making him take in a different breath from the pattern he was keeping up before. Minho leaned over, his lips ghosting over the boy's ear lobe softly, his hand trailing softly down his spine.
"Taemin-ah..." he whispered, pulling him closer on instinct to wake the boy. "I missed you too... wake up." He knew Taemin was a light sleeper, so when the boy began to stir, his eye lashes fluttering, Minho watched with interest, loving how his brown eyes were revealed slowly to him. A smile spread over his features as pure shock graced Taemin's features, causing him to sit up quickly on his knees to face Minho directly.
"Minho?" Taemin's eyes were wide open and his hand reached out to gently touch his cheek, as if to make sure he was really there. When the soft skin met the feel of Minho's face, Taemin suddenly felt his eyes well in tears again. "I'm so sorry Minho... I-I... didn't mean it... I was just so... angry and up-" A finger stopped Taemin's rambling as his 'lover' caught his gaze, a thousand words that didn't need to be spoken passed between them.
Minho forgave Taemin, Taemin forgave Minho. They still loved one another and couldn't imagine being without the other. That was all that it took before their lips met in a heart melting kiss, Taemin slowly scooting closer to deepen the kiss without thought. His thin arms wrapped around Minho's broad shoulders and he was eased back onto the bed slowly. A smile passed between the two of them when they broke to breathe.
A silent question passed from Minho to Taemin as his fingers danced softly on the younger's milky thighs, toying with hem of the overly large shirt. A short nod was all he needed before he inched up the shirt slowly, bending lowly to kiss at the soft skin slowly as it was revealed to him, starting at his naval and working his way up. He kissed along the muscle lines, tongue darting out every once in awhile for a taste. Their eyes locked and Taemin sat up a little to let the shirt get tossed to the other side of the room.
Everything moved at a leisure pace, taking their time to re-memorize every part of the other's body. Taemin removed Minho's shirt with a coy smile, letting his fingers dance up the sides and over the sensitive skin. Then with little hesitation, he removed the belt and then the jeans Minho wore, touching the outside of his strong thigh with a gentle hand. Their lips met again, Minho tenderly cradling the back of Taemin's head as their tongues danced slowly together, sharing dominance for a moment, before Minho over powered the younger male.
They fell back onto the bed together, hands slowly removing the last remaining piece of clothing, boxers slipping off ankles and to the foot of the bed, under the sheets, to join the lime green sock Taemin had kicked off in his sleep. Minho laid on top of Taemin, catching his lips in another heated kiss as he pressed their groins together slowly, letting their members slide next to one another, creating a delicious friction. Tingles shot up their spines and low moans spilled from their lips and into the silent room, hips rolling together in unison.
Minho reached over into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small bottle that he learned to invest in a few months before when it had been their first try at sex. He pulled back, softly spreading Taemin's legs with tender caresses. He popped the cap on the bottle slowly and slicked up his fingers, before rubbing lightly at his lover's entrance. Taemin was relaxed and making small noises of lust and want, every sound shooting straight to the taller male's groin.
With slow, deliberate moves, he eased the digit into the warmth that was Taemin and began to slowly stretch him to ease the sting that would come later. It became easier with each time they had sex, the younger boy's body becoming adjusted to it with time. Taemin mewled as Minho took care of him, arching his back of the bed slightly before pulling the older male down to crash their lips together hungrily.
The preparation took all of five minutes and then Minho was positioning himself and easing straight into Taemin's hole. He was enveloped into a velvet heat and Taemin moaned lowly, pressing his face into his lover's neck. His body was tense for a moment before Minho began to kiss along his collar bone and gently touch his sides, allowing him to relax back into the mattress. They kissed on the lips once more before Minho began his slow, somewhat lazy thrusts, one of his hands threaded into Taemin's hair as they kissed and gasped and moaned into one another's mouths and the other used to prop himself up at a slight angle.
Their rhythm was slow and loving, the bed swaying slowly with their movements together. This wasn't a way to get off, this wasn't only a used to get closer. Taemin saw it as their souls connecting and becoming one as they verged the end of their love making. He cried out, head snapping back as pleasure coursed through his veins. Minho's strong hand gripped him below, stroking him in time with his now quickened thrusts as they approached their orgasms. A heat wave of pleasure crashed over the both of them and Taemin came between their stomachs and Minho deep inside of him.
With slow, careful motions, Minho laid next to Taemin, wrapping his arms around the now tired dongsaeng. His eyes were hooded and sweat glistened on his brow line. "Taemin-ah..." Minho's deep voice rumbled, the vibrations coursing through Taemin's palm that was on his chest. His gaze lifted to meet his lover's to show he was listening. "I... didn't want to go. I left early to come back... I didn't want you upset."
"I was just... upset you didn't say anything the first time... that you didn't fight to stay with me..." A pout tugged at his full lips and he looked down for a moment, his young, naive heart pounding in his chest. "I was hurt... but I know you're responsible Minho, and you were doing what you had to. So I'm not mad anymore... I don't care. You're here now and that's all that matters." He gave him a soft kiss on his shoulder, cuddling closer, arms wrapping tightly around Minho's middle.
It seemed as though they were both ready to move on beyond the fight, beyond the anger and hurt. Minho settled in with Taemin, kissing the crown of his head softly before allowing sleep to over take him. The two slept in the same bed, curled around each other, deep inside the blankets for the rest of the night.
Part 2
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Taemin and Minho got into a fight and Taemin decides he's had enough and leaves Minho. But it's not even a week later and he's missing Minho. Nothing's right without him by Minnie's side.
A small, skinny boy stood in front of a bathroom mirror, eying himself with tired eyes. He almost looked haggard if he really paid close attention to his eyes. He just couldn't believe that he could barely bring himself to get ready for the night. It had nearly been a week since Minho went off, so why is it still bothering him? Maybe it was because he knew that it was wrong of himself? Maybe because he missed his hyung... his yeobo.
Taemin stepped back once more from the mirror, taking in his full appearance. His hair was styled perfectly for the night, the first one he had off in a long time. Instead of staying home like he normally would, Kibum had suggested to go out, knowing that his dongsaeng was a bit glum since the fight, and figured that the boy just needed to leave the dorm and stay away from the place where a lot of their memories were. He would constantly drag Taemin to random places and just leave the boy alone occasionally. He just hated seeing the pouting face and sad eyes he would have.
The clothes the makane wore were fitted to his slender frame. Skinny jeans tucked into tennis shoes and a dress shirt that he felt would look better on Minho than himself. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal his frail looking forearms and the collar was undone to show a peek of his collar bone. A dark grey pea coat hung on the door, waiting for him to pull on for the night. But it didn't feel right. Nothing did anymore. He felt empty, lonely, guilty, and tired. Taemin barely caught a wink of sleep since Minho had gone off to film for a few days, but it was mostly his own fault. He was the one that brought this upon himself.
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"Taemin-ah... don't be this way." A strong hand gripped at his wrist tenderly and the deep voice grabbed at his hearts strings, tugging with that same gentleness.
It would be their anniversary in only a few short days. Why did SM hate them so much? Making Minho leave and take part of some new show that Taemin failed to catch the name of. He was too upset as soon as he heard the words leave Minho's mouth. He wouldn't be staying for their day, their first year anniversary. It was something that Taemin was looking forward to since they passed the half year point. It hurt that he didn't get to see Minho, but something else stabbed at his heart.
Minho hadn't even fought to stay with him. He didn't protest, didn't ask if Taemin or the entire group could come along. He just merely nodded when their manager had gathered them together for their schedules. That much had been a slap to his face. It just made his stomach roll with anger and hurt.
He stepped out of Minho's grasp and looked at him with a pained gaze, eyes glazing over with unshed tears. "If... If this is so important... that you couldn't even ask... just ask if you could stay.... then... then..." He paused his brain reeling still, working through the emotions slowly. He wasn't in the right mind to even talk to Minho, but he needed to say it. "Then... maybe we're not important enough to you..."
Taemin shook his head and began to bolt for the door. He ran out of the dorm and began to walk down the streets and towards the SM practice building. Maybe Minho would follow him? Maybe he would fight for Taemin to see reason? Everyone knew where he would be once he got upset, angry even. Minho knew where he could find him too...
The boy headed straight for SHINee's practice room and hooked up his MP3 player to the stereo. He picked a high paced song and just let his mind go blank as he stepped into the center of the room. He let his body move according to the rhythms. Taemin danced for a good hour before he began to slow down, the sweat dripping off his brow a show of his true frustration. He just needed to let it out. But Minho hadn't come for him, not yet. So Taemin switched it to the soft ballads he preferred to listen to and sat against the wall waiting....
Minho never came. He waited four hours, but his yeobo never came. By the time he made it back to the dorms, Minho had already packed and left. No note, nothing... not even a voice message on his phone. Taemin felt his heart break for the first time.
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Taemin grabbed the pea coat off the door knob and walked out of the bathroom, heading for the closet. He hung up the jacket and slipped off his shoes at the door. He couldn't do it, not today... not that night. It was still their day, their one year anniversary and Taemin felt sick just thinking about going out. He knew Key was just taking care of him, but he had imagined sharing this night with only one person.
Key came out of his room and eyed Taemin. "Aren't you getting ready to leave yet?" he asked when he saw the makane unbuttoning his shirt further to reveal a black tank top beneath it.
"No... I can't go out tonight Key-hyung. I just... want to stay home alone... Jinki-hyung is almost done getting ready though..." He motioned towards their shared room and gave a tired smile. "I just need some rest." Key nearly protested, but he saw the resignation in Taemin's eyes and let the boy continue on without protest. He and the other members would only wind up talking about their dongsaengs anyway.
Taemin kept walking towards Minho's room, slipping off his shirt. Once inside, he tossed it to the side and smiled to himself a little. It smelled of Minho, with a bit of Jonghyun but Taemin could only detect Minho. He tossed his shirt to the side then began to wiggle out of his jeans and wandered over to the nearby closet. His long delicate fingers traced over the shirts before he plucked out one that was nearly four sizes too large for himself and Minho. He didn't know why Minho had it, but Taemin loved wearing it to sleep in. He smiled a little and removed the tank top quickly before pulling the overly large shirt back over his head. Better.
He walked over to Minho's bed, slipping into the sheets in the overly large shirt and lime green socks that kept his feet warm. Taemin got settled in, reaching over to the side table where his phone laid lonely and picked it up. He stared at the screen. There were no missed calls, no text messages... nothing from Minho. He shut his eyes, a pained expression on his face. Minho probably hated him now. He began to curl into a ball, and sighed when Key stuck his head in and told him they were leaving and he waved to them wearily before looking back at his cell phone's screen. Then, with a little hesitation, he sent a message to his boyfriend.
I'm sorry for getting mad. I miss you.
With his mind slightly eased, his eyes slipped shut and he fell asleep.
It wasn't but two hours later that the front door of the SHINee dorm opened silently. The entire place was silent and no one seemed to be home. Light foot steps made their way to the bedrooms and the door to Minho's room opened slowly. Curled on the tall boy's bed, sound asleep lay Taemin, phone resting in his hand.
Minho's dark eyes surveyed the sight before him as he gently set his bag down on the floor. A small smile graced his features when he noticed the overly large neck of Taemin's favorite shirt. He sat down next to him and gently brushed away a few stray hairs from the boy's neck, making him take in a different breath from the pattern he was keeping up before. Minho leaned over, his lips ghosting over the boy's ear lobe softly, his hand trailing softly down his spine.
"Taemin-ah..." he whispered, pulling him closer on instinct to wake the boy. "I missed you too... wake up." He knew Taemin was a light sleeper, so when the boy began to stir, his eye lashes fluttering, Minho watched with interest, loving how his brown eyes were revealed slowly to him. A smile spread over his features as pure shock graced Taemin's features, causing him to sit up quickly on his knees to face Minho directly.
"Minho?" Taemin's eyes were wide open and his hand reached out to gently touch his cheek, as if to make sure he was really there. When the soft skin met the feel of Minho's face, Taemin suddenly felt his eyes well in tears again. "I'm so sorry Minho... I-I... didn't mean it... I was just so... angry and up-" A finger stopped Taemin's rambling as his 'lover' caught his gaze, a thousand words that didn't need to be spoken passed between them.
Minho forgave Taemin, Taemin forgave Minho. They still loved one another and couldn't imagine being without the other. That was all that it took before their lips met in a heart melting kiss, Taemin slowly scooting closer to deepen the kiss without thought. His thin arms wrapped around Minho's broad shoulders and he was eased back onto the bed slowly. A smile passed between the two of them when they broke to breathe.
A silent question passed from Minho to Taemin as his fingers danced softly on the younger's milky thighs, toying with hem of the overly large shirt. A short nod was all he needed before he inched up the shirt slowly, bending lowly to kiss at the soft skin slowly as it was revealed to him, starting at his naval and working his way up. He kissed along the muscle lines, tongue darting out every once in awhile for a taste. Their eyes locked and Taemin sat up a little to let the shirt get tossed to the other side of the room.
Everything moved at a leisure pace, taking their time to re-memorize every part of the other's body. Taemin removed Minho's shirt with a coy smile, letting his fingers dance up the sides and over the sensitive skin. Then with little hesitation, he removed the belt and then the jeans Minho wore, touching the outside of his strong thigh with a gentle hand. Their lips met again, Minho tenderly cradling the back of Taemin's head as their tongues danced slowly together, sharing dominance for a moment, before Minho over powered the younger male.
They fell back onto the bed together, hands slowly removing the last remaining piece of clothing, boxers slipping off ankles and to the foot of the bed, under the sheets, to join the lime green sock Taemin had kicked off in his sleep. Minho laid on top of Taemin, catching his lips in another heated kiss as he pressed their groins together slowly, letting their members slide next to one another, creating a delicious friction. Tingles shot up their spines and low moans spilled from their lips and into the silent room, hips rolling together in unison.
Minho reached over into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small bottle that he learned to invest in a few months before when it had been their first try at sex. He pulled back, softly spreading Taemin's legs with tender caresses. He popped the cap on the bottle slowly and slicked up his fingers, before rubbing lightly at his lover's entrance. Taemin was relaxed and making small noises of lust and want, every sound shooting straight to the taller male's groin.
With slow, deliberate moves, he eased the digit into the warmth that was Taemin and began to slowly stretch him to ease the sting that would come later. It became easier with each time they had sex, the younger boy's body becoming adjusted to it with time. Taemin mewled as Minho took care of him, arching his back of the bed slightly before pulling the older male down to crash their lips together hungrily.
The preparation took all of five minutes and then Minho was positioning himself and easing straight into Taemin's hole. He was enveloped into a velvet heat and Taemin moaned lowly, pressing his face into his lover's neck. His body was tense for a moment before Minho began to kiss along his collar bone and gently touch his sides, allowing him to relax back into the mattress. They kissed on the lips once more before Minho began his slow, somewhat lazy thrusts, one of his hands threaded into Taemin's hair as they kissed and gasped and moaned into one another's mouths and the other used to prop himself up at a slight angle.
Their rhythm was slow and loving, the bed swaying slowly with their movements together. This wasn't a way to get off, this wasn't only a used to get closer. Taemin saw it as their souls connecting and becoming one as they verged the end of their love making. He cried out, head snapping back as pleasure coursed through his veins. Minho's strong hand gripped him below, stroking him in time with his now quickened thrusts as they approached their orgasms. A heat wave of pleasure crashed over the both of them and Taemin came between their stomachs and Minho deep inside of him.
With slow, careful motions, Minho laid next to Taemin, wrapping his arms around the now tired dongsaeng. His eyes were hooded and sweat glistened on his brow line. "Taemin-ah..." Minho's deep voice rumbled, the vibrations coursing through Taemin's palm that was on his chest. His gaze lifted to meet his lover's to show he was listening. "I... didn't want to go. I left early to come back... I didn't want you upset."
"I was just... upset you didn't say anything the first time... that you didn't fight to stay with me..." A pout tugged at his full lips and he looked down for a moment, his young, naive heart pounding in his chest. "I was hurt... but I know you're responsible Minho, and you were doing what you had to. So I'm not mad anymore... I don't care. You're here now and that's all that matters." He gave him a soft kiss on his shoulder, cuddling closer, arms wrapping tightly around Minho's middle.
It seemed as though they were both ready to move on beyond the fight, beyond the anger and hurt. Minho settled in with Taemin, kissing the crown of his head softly before allowing sleep to over take him. The two slept in the same bed, curled around each other, deep inside the blankets for the rest of the night.
Part 2