SHINee - "Finding Comfort" [PG]
Title: Finding Comfort
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Summary: The aftermath of the crying mess during the Music Bank win
Note: Just a short ficlet to get my writing juices flowing because I really need to finish my 2PM/SHINee fic.
"Key? Key?"
Minho held Key tighter as the boy continued sobbing in his arms. Each rise of his chest brought it in contact with Minho's and the vibrations of his weeping echoed through both of their bodies. They had gotten back to their dorm half an hour ago and Key and Jonghyun were still crying. Onew had taken Jonghyun to his bedroom but Minho could still hear his strained hicups and sobs from across the hall. Taemin wandered awkwardly between the two rooms, unsure of what to do or say, until Onew told him to go concentrate on his schoolwork.
Minho rocked side to side as he cupped the back of Key's neck and pulled him even closer. After a few more minutes, Key's crying was finally starting to slow down and Minho rubbed his back until his breathing was normal again.
"Water..."
Minho looked down at Key's tear covered face and smiled at the single word. He started to get up but the arms around him refused to loosen their grip. Key buried his face into his chest and shook his head. Giving in, he pulled Key along to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water. Even as he drank, Key kept one hand tightly gripped on the hem of Minho's shirt. When he was done, Minho grabbed a tissue and gently cleaned his face. As he wiped away the tears, the joy and excitement hidden underneath them finally began to appear.
"Are you okay now?"
Key nodded and smiled softly. Minho ruffled his hair and turned around to go but Key's arms suddenly wrapped around his waist again.
"Key?"
"Don't go," Key whispered against his back.
"I...K-Key..."
"Please."
Minho shivered at the warm breath seeping through his shirt.
"Can we at least go to the bedroom? I need to call my parents."
Key nodded and shuffled along behind him, never losing contact with his body.
After an hour, Minho finally hung up the phone and noticed Key had fallen asleep next to him. His head was resting on Minho's shoulder while his arm and leg were flung over his body. Staring down at the peaceful face, he couldn't bring himself to wake the boy. He always looked so happy and calm when he was sleeping, no matter how hectic the day had been.
Minho traced his delicate features with his eyes, trying to take in every detail that made his heart beat wildly and flared up his desire to protect Key. That silky hair falling into his eyes, the long soft eyelashes, the gently sloping button nose, the perfectly shaped lips. But it wasn't just the perfections, he noticed every scar and blemish too because those were what made Key real. It was the imperfections that told the story of his life. Minho slid down the bed and leaned over to kiss Key's forehead. Turning off the light, he quickly fell asleep as the excitement of the day took its toll on his body and the rhythmic breathing of the boy next to him lulled him to sleep.
Maybe tomorrow he would see a tiny new wrinkle in the corner of Key's eye, to remind them of this day.
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Edit: I have no idea why I thought Minho called Key hyung! I could have sworn I heard it somewhere but I was apparently imagining things. The fic has been fixed now :)
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Summary: The aftermath of the crying mess during the Music Bank win
Note: Just a short ficlet to get my writing juices flowing because I really need to finish my 2PM/SHINee fic.
"Key? Key?"
Minho held Key tighter as the boy continued sobbing in his arms. Each rise of his chest brought it in contact with Minho's and the vibrations of his weeping echoed through both of their bodies. They had gotten back to their dorm half an hour ago and Key and Jonghyun were still crying. Onew had taken Jonghyun to his bedroom but Minho could still hear his strained hicups and sobs from across the hall. Taemin wandered awkwardly between the two rooms, unsure of what to do or say, until Onew told him to go concentrate on his schoolwork.
Minho rocked side to side as he cupped the back of Key's neck and pulled him even closer. After a few more minutes, Key's crying was finally starting to slow down and Minho rubbed his back until his breathing was normal again.
"Water..."
Minho looked down at Key's tear covered face and smiled at the single word. He started to get up but the arms around him refused to loosen their grip. Key buried his face into his chest and shook his head. Giving in, he pulled Key along to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water. Even as he drank, Key kept one hand tightly gripped on the hem of Minho's shirt. When he was done, Minho grabbed a tissue and gently cleaned his face. As he wiped away the tears, the joy and excitement hidden underneath them finally began to appear.
"Are you okay now?"
Key nodded and smiled softly. Minho ruffled his hair and turned around to go but Key's arms suddenly wrapped around his waist again.
"Key?"
"Don't go," Key whispered against his back.
"I...K-Key..."
"Please."
Minho shivered at the warm breath seeping through his shirt.
"Can we at least go to the bedroom? I need to call my parents."
Key nodded and shuffled along behind him, never losing contact with his body.
After an hour, Minho finally hung up the phone and noticed Key had fallen asleep next to him. His head was resting on Minho's shoulder while his arm and leg were flung over his body. Staring down at the peaceful face, he couldn't bring himself to wake the boy. He always looked so happy and calm when he was sleeping, no matter how hectic the day had been.
Minho traced his delicate features with his eyes, trying to take in every detail that made his heart beat wildly and flared up his desire to protect Key. That silky hair falling into his eyes, the long soft eyelashes, the gently sloping button nose, the perfectly shaped lips. But it wasn't just the perfections, he noticed every scar and blemish too because those were what made Key real. It was the imperfections that told the story of his life. Minho slid down the bed and leaned over to kiss Key's forehead. Turning off the light, he quickly fell asleep as the excitement of the day took its toll on his body and the rhythmic breathing of the boy next to him lulled him to sleep.
Maybe tomorrow he would see a tiny new wrinkle in the corner of Key's eye, to remind them of this day.
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Edit: I have no idea why I thought Minho called Key hyung! I could have sworn I heard it somewhere but I was apparently imagining things. The fic has been fixed now :)