[Drabble] Invisible
Title: Invisible
Pairing: 2min
Length: Drabble, 300+ words
Rating: PG-13
Choi Minho suffered from a very bad case of not-being-thereness.
It was a perpetual problem, a long engrained habit now. And like a pair of claws that were clamping down onto the fabric of Taemin and Minho’s marriage, it was ripping them apart seam by seam.
For Taemin, weekends and perhaps the weekdays too, were full of lonely nights with his vibrator filling him up as a substitute for something else entirely. For someone else, someone who wasn’t ever quite at hand like the cold plastic that drove him to a frenzy and eventual guilt-ridden post-coital bliss. It was the kind of temporary gratification that left him with the same hollow feeling and just another mess to clean up on his own.
At times, Taemin wondered if it was actually his problem of not-being-there, but in another sense. For at times, he doubted whether Minho could see him, really see him, in those rare moments when they were together.
Like now, as Minho absentmindedly dragged his fingers through the soft tufts of Taemin’s blonde locks, his angular jaw turned the other way to look out at the faint morning rays streaming in through their wide bedroom window. The beams of light filtering through the window blinds made strips of translucent white on Taemin’s skin.
Taemin flexed his fingers, once, twice, just to make sure.
He lied still as he felt the hand withdraw from his hair and the mattress creak and groan from Minho’s weight being lifted. Taemin’s eyes followed his husband’s movements as he went through his morning routine, all the way up until he was fitted in his double-breasted suit and tucking his tie in tidily.
Taemin winced as he felt the familiar brush of smooth lips lightly touch his cheek and move away, the tenderness of the moment always immediately followed by disappointment.
As Taemin heard the words “I’ll be late today” he couldn’t bring himself to say the simple word, “Stay.”
a/n why can't i ever write happy shit??