Right In Front of You [1/4]
Title: Healing Heart
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Minho is slowly learning to deal with his break up with Nichkhun, but when he hears that his ex-boyfriend is going to be on WGM with Victoria, he feels as if his heart is shattering all over again. Will someone be able to repair his broken heart?
It was all over the internet and television screens. Every single turn seemed to be another aching reminder of what was happening. Nichkhun and Victoria were participating in the series ‘We Got Married’ and it just stung a bit every time those deer-like eyes saw the pictures. Yes, he was happy for his hyung, but it still hurt. They weren’t together anymore, separated well over three months before when Nichkhun felt it was time for them to end their four month relationship and the poor dongsaeng was still a little hung up on him, but he learned that there were times to move on. But all this advertisement was making it near impossible.
Instead, the one and only Flaming Charisma of Shinee Choi Minho sat in the small computer room of the dorm scrolling through the fan pages. It was late at night, the rest of the members tucked away safely in their beds, unknowing of the anguish that radiated off of their friend at the moment. Sure it wasn’t an actual marriage, but he knew that look. Nichkhun liked Victoria… and from the looks of it, he liked her a lot. That alone just made the young man want to scream or do something devious to destroy it, but he couldn’t bring himself to the idea of hurting Nichkhun.
Some of the fans were in an outrage, demanding a different couple for the new season. They all knew that Nichkun liked Victoria and several of the fans were worried he would become solely devoted to her. But on the other hand, there were pages that supported the couple whole heartedly and even had several photos from the show on their blogs. The thought alone made Minho’s chest constrict in heartache. He was unable to watch the show, to bring it upon himself to experience something that painful just yet.
Instead, he continued to flick through the pages upon pages of fan comments, reading some in hopes of consoling his own soul. But the more he read, the more it confirmed that Nichkhun was indeed over him and falling for someone else rather quickly. Minho knew rejection stung, but this seemed impossible. It was almost like it didn’t hurt as much as he expected. Sure he was crying silently, but there seemed to be some sort of balm that was sliding over the wounds in his heart that he inflicted upon himself in the past two months. He was finally moving on.
Minho continued to read, the screen going slightly blurry from time to time as he yawned, feeling the need for sleep approaching him quickly. But he wanted to leave his own comment, hopefully closing the last chapter in his healing. But as he clicked to the next page, a lovely picture of the couple embraced and looking at one another lovingly came up, creating a new tear in the boy’s heart. Maybe he wasn’t ready.
A strangled sound escaped his throat and it seemed as though the tears would never stop. It was so rare for Minho to cry, but since it was the dead of night, he felt no worries about someone finding him. But he was mistaken. Across the hallway, that single noise tickled at the eardrum of one of his band members’ ears, causing the other boy to shift in bed, the sound piercing his sleep-logged mind only for a moment, echoing and bouncing around before they figured out that someone was indeed crying and in need of help. So with tired eyes and a groggy face, the maknae of the group slowly got out of the bed, rubbing his eyes.
The sound of sniffling permeated through the door and straight to his mind, causing Taemin to shuffle towards the door a bit faster and out into the hallway, searching for the source. His eyes squinted when he saw the light on in the computer room across from his room and walked over to it slowly. Even in his half-awake state, the sight of Minho crying into his hands shocked him enough to make his mouth fall open into a soft ‘oh’. The blonde, cherub faced boy had an idea as to what was going on and padded over to his hyung slowly.
On the screen was the picture of Nichkhun and Victoria and Taemin’s suspicions were confirmed. It made him so upset to see his best friend in such a state and all over some idiot who didn’t know what he had. Who wouldn’t want someone that was as passionate as Minho? Who would turn away someone who was beautiful and strong inside and out? It made no sense to Taemin, no sense at all as to why Nichkun-hyung would give up something so precious with Minho.
The maknae was quiet as he approached his sobbing hyung, slowly moving so he stood right in front of Minho, gently removing the large hands that entirely engulfed his handsome face. He knew what Minho was going through, how painful the rejection was, how hurtful it was to see the one you loved so much happy with someone else, but also feeling somewhat at peace with it because you knew they were happier because you let them go. Taemin had felt that for over half a year as he let Minho confide in him, tell him everything about his relationship with Nichkhun. It hurt so much, but he was happy Minho was happy.
When he saw the tears glistening on the cheeks of Minho, he reached up, cupping those cheeks and wiping them away with slow, careful touches. Taemin wasn’t much to talk, especially during moments like these. He found it was hard to say what he meant and Minho often didn’t talk at all when he got this sad. It pained Taemin to see him crying, but he only knew one way to try and remove those depressed feelings.
Slowly, as if moving with a wild beast in front of him, Taemin stood up, placing himself gently in Minho’s lap, legs hanging on either side of the taller male. It really didn’t take much more than five seconds for the Flaming Charisma to wrap his arms tightly around his dongsaeng’s small frame and hug him close, burying his face in the slender, swanlike neck that smell slightly of sweat from the heat under Taemin’s blankets from earlier when he was sleeping. The maknae’s thin arms slipped around his shoulders and just held onto him as he waited for his hyung to start sobbing like he normally did.
But no sound came from Minho. He sat there, holding onto the boy that always cradled him so carefully whenever he needed him, always soothing away that ache and replacing it with happiness, either with a smile or some thoughtless comment that slipped out. He was peeking over the smooth shoulder his head was rested on, looking at the picture on the screen, but his heart seemed unable to constrict. It was impossible with Taemin lightly rubbing his scalp and his breaths lightly rustling his hair and gliding over his skin. It took Minho all of thirty seconds to realize that he was entirely aware of ever place that their bodies touched and how warm it felt to just touch the maknae.
Minho pulled back his head, looking straight into Taemin’s eyes. He noticed that same shine they always had whenever their eyes met, the same one he saw reflected in Nichkhun’s when he looked at Victoria, but intensified. Then he knew that he had that same feeling reflecting in his own gaze as he realized just what was in front of him all along. How long had Taemin suffered because he listened to Minho’s confessions of love for someone else? How much anguish did he put the poor boy through blindly because he refused to see something that was so blatantly obvious? Now he knew why Kibum never approved of his relationship with Nichkhun, the diva saw everything and knew how little Taeminnie felt.
It didn’t take much for Minho to feel incredibly stupid and so utterly blind. He always knew that Taemin was far more attractive than Nichkhun, understood him much more, and would stand beside him no matter what. Was it honestly worth shedding unnecessary tears when something so precious was directly before him right in that moment? No.
Instead of crying or even looking at the screen again, Minho unwound one arm from Taemin’s waist, reaching up to gently touch his cheek just the way the maknae had done moments before to wipe away his unneeded tears. The pad of Minho’s large thumb swept softly over the full bottom lip in front of him before he gripped the side of Taemin’s neck softly and pulled him forward, causing their lips to meet in a gentle slow kiss.
Taemin was unsure as to whether to feel elated or worried. What if it was all just rebound? What if Minho was still hung up on Nichkhun and he was merely soothing himself with some type of skinship? Could he handle the heart break when Minho went back to pining after his ex? Would he be able to put up with his love wanting another? Could he sacrifice himself to keep his hyung happy? All of those questions ran through his mind in an instant, but they were pushed away when he began to reciprocate easily, his eyes falling shut and his mouth fitting to Minho’s as if it were made to kiss him like this.
Sure this technically wasn’t their first kiss, but it felt like it was the first time they began to breathe in their entire lives. Taemin felt as if he were on fire and he came to the conclusion that he would stand by his hyung no matter what, no matter how much his heart shattered because he loved him. Minho was on the verge of crying from relief from not being shoved away and felt the pain in his chest dissolve completely and become replaced by a warm sensation that was only associated with his dongsaeng.
When the two parted, they looked at one another, one with hooded eyes and the other with a wide gaze. It was if a thousand unsaid questions passed between them before they met again in another kiss.
Part 2
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Minho is slowly learning to deal with his break up with Nichkhun, but when he hears that his ex-boyfriend is going to be on WGM with Victoria, he feels as if his heart is shattering all over again. Will someone be able to repair his broken heart?
It was all over the internet and television screens. Every single turn seemed to be another aching reminder of what was happening. Nichkhun and Victoria were participating in the series ‘We Got Married’ and it just stung a bit every time those deer-like eyes saw the pictures. Yes, he was happy for his hyung, but it still hurt. They weren’t together anymore, separated well over three months before when Nichkhun felt it was time for them to end their four month relationship and the poor dongsaeng was still a little hung up on him, but he learned that there were times to move on. But all this advertisement was making it near impossible.
Instead, the one and only Flaming Charisma of Shinee Choi Minho sat in the small computer room of the dorm scrolling through the fan pages. It was late at night, the rest of the members tucked away safely in their beds, unknowing of the anguish that radiated off of their friend at the moment. Sure it wasn’t an actual marriage, but he knew that look. Nichkhun liked Victoria… and from the looks of it, he liked her a lot. That alone just made the young man want to scream or do something devious to destroy it, but he couldn’t bring himself to the idea of hurting Nichkhun.
Some of the fans were in an outrage, demanding a different couple for the new season. They all knew that Nichkun liked Victoria and several of the fans were worried he would become solely devoted to her. But on the other hand, there were pages that supported the couple whole heartedly and even had several photos from the show on their blogs. The thought alone made Minho’s chest constrict in heartache. He was unable to watch the show, to bring it upon himself to experience something that painful just yet.
Instead, he continued to flick through the pages upon pages of fan comments, reading some in hopes of consoling his own soul. But the more he read, the more it confirmed that Nichkhun was indeed over him and falling for someone else rather quickly. Minho knew rejection stung, but this seemed impossible. It was almost like it didn’t hurt as much as he expected. Sure he was crying silently, but there seemed to be some sort of balm that was sliding over the wounds in his heart that he inflicted upon himself in the past two months. He was finally moving on.
Minho continued to read, the screen going slightly blurry from time to time as he yawned, feeling the need for sleep approaching him quickly. But he wanted to leave his own comment, hopefully closing the last chapter in his healing. But as he clicked to the next page, a lovely picture of the couple embraced and looking at one another lovingly came up, creating a new tear in the boy’s heart. Maybe he wasn’t ready.
A strangled sound escaped his throat and it seemed as though the tears would never stop. It was so rare for Minho to cry, but since it was the dead of night, he felt no worries about someone finding him. But he was mistaken. Across the hallway, that single noise tickled at the eardrum of one of his band members’ ears, causing the other boy to shift in bed, the sound piercing his sleep-logged mind only for a moment, echoing and bouncing around before they figured out that someone was indeed crying and in need of help. So with tired eyes and a groggy face, the maknae of the group slowly got out of the bed, rubbing his eyes.
The sound of sniffling permeated through the door and straight to his mind, causing Taemin to shuffle towards the door a bit faster and out into the hallway, searching for the source. His eyes squinted when he saw the light on in the computer room across from his room and walked over to it slowly. Even in his half-awake state, the sight of Minho crying into his hands shocked him enough to make his mouth fall open into a soft ‘oh’. The blonde, cherub faced boy had an idea as to what was going on and padded over to his hyung slowly.
On the screen was the picture of Nichkhun and Victoria and Taemin’s suspicions were confirmed. It made him so upset to see his best friend in such a state and all over some idiot who didn’t know what he had. Who wouldn’t want someone that was as passionate as Minho? Who would turn away someone who was beautiful and strong inside and out? It made no sense to Taemin, no sense at all as to why Nichkun-hyung would give up something so precious with Minho.
The maknae was quiet as he approached his sobbing hyung, slowly moving so he stood right in front of Minho, gently removing the large hands that entirely engulfed his handsome face. He knew what Minho was going through, how painful the rejection was, how hurtful it was to see the one you loved so much happy with someone else, but also feeling somewhat at peace with it because you knew they were happier because you let them go. Taemin had felt that for over half a year as he let Minho confide in him, tell him everything about his relationship with Nichkhun. It hurt so much, but he was happy Minho was happy.
When he saw the tears glistening on the cheeks of Minho, he reached up, cupping those cheeks and wiping them away with slow, careful touches. Taemin wasn’t much to talk, especially during moments like these. He found it was hard to say what he meant and Minho often didn’t talk at all when he got this sad. It pained Taemin to see him crying, but he only knew one way to try and remove those depressed feelings.
Slowly, as if moving with a wild beast in front of him, Taemin stood up, placing himself gently in Minho’s lap, legs hanging on either side of the taller male. It really didn’t take much more than five seconds for the Flaming Charisma to wrap his arms tightly around his dongsaeng’s small frame and hug him close, burying his face in the slender, swanlike neck that smell slightly of sweat from the heat under Taemin’s blankets from earlier when he was sleeping. The maknae’s thin arms slipped around his shoulders and just held onto him as he waited for his hyung to start sobbing like he normally did.
But no sound came from Minho. He sat there, holding onto the boy that always cradled him so carefully whenever he needed him, always soothing away that ache and replacing it with happiness, either with a smile or some thoughtless comment that slipped out. He was peeking over the smooth shoulder his head was rested on, looking at the picture on the screen, but his heart seemed unable to constrict. It was impossible with Taemin lightly rubbing his scalp and his breaths lightly rustling his hair and gliding over his skin. It took Minho all of thirty seconds to realize that he was entirely aware of ever place that their bodies touched and how warm it felt to just touch the maknae.
Minho pulled back his head, looking straight into Taemin’s eyes. He noticed that same shine they always had whenever their eyes met, the same one he saw reflected in Nichkhun’s when he looked at Victoria, but intensified. Then he knew that he had that same feeling reflecting in his own gaze as he realized just what was in front of him all along. How long had Taemin suffered because he listened to Minho’s confessions of love for someone else? How much anguish did he put the poor boy through blindly because he refused to see something that was so blatantly obvious? Now he knew why Kibum never approved of his relationship with Nichkhun, the diva saw everything and knew how little Taeminnie felt.
It didn’t take much for Minho to feel incredibly stupid and so utterly blind. He always knew that Taemin was far more attractive than Nichkhun, understood him much more, and would stand beside him no matter what. Was it honestly worth shedding unnecessary tears when something so precious was directly before him right in that moment? No.
Instead of crying or even looking at the screen again, Minho unwound one arm from Taemin’s waist, reaching up to gently touch his cheek just the way the maknae had done moments before to wipe away his unneeded tears. The pad of Minho’s large thumb swept softly over the full bottom lip in front of him before he gripped the side of Taemin’s neck softly and pulled him forward, causing their lips to meet in a gentle slow kiss.
Taemin was unsure as to whether to feel elated or worried. What if it was all just rebound? What if Minho was still hung up on Nichkhun and he was merely soothing himself with some type of skinship? Could he handle the heart break when Minho went back to pining after his ex? Would he be able to put up with his love wanting another? Could he sacrifice himself to keep his hyung happy? All of those questions ran through his mind in an instant, but they were pushed away when he began to reciprocate easily, his eyes falling shut and his mouth fitting to Minho’s as if it were made to kiss him like this.
Sure this technically wasn’t their first kiss, but it felt like it was the first time they began to breathe in their entire lives. Taemin felt as if he were on fire and he came to the conclusion that he would stand by his hyung no matter what, no matter how much his heart shattered because he loved him. Minho was on the verge of crying from relief from not being shoved away and felt the pain in his chest dissolve completely and become replaced by a warm sensation that was only associated with his dongsaeng.
When the two parted, they looked at one another, one with hooded eyes and the other with a wide gaze. It was if a thousand unsaid questions passed between them before they met again in another kiss.
Part 2