when Taemin was sick.
Title: when Taemin was sick.
Author: Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Minho had never nursed someone in his history of life, not on Taemin either.
Warning: Kpop ruins my English term lol.
A/N: I've decided to write 2min's smut onward! For now, let this satisfy your hunger kay 8]
It was an ordinary morning like everyday goes through but somehow unusually quiet. No other than Jinki, Jonghyun, and Key were having a trip (after compeling the management and their manager, they acquired it, for those who wondering why they could) for three days so there were only Minho and Taemin left. The dorm was awkwardly empty and tidy (because the troublemakers - double J brother - weren't there). The sound of clock was tickling ears.
The charismatic rapper known as Choi Minho just stepped out of bathroom drying his eyes-raping body with a piece of towel. Towel hanging low around his hip and he kept his wet bangs falling dashingly to his forehead. He walked toward his room carelessly without noticing a small frame followed him until a pair of small arms hugging him from behind. Minho was suprised the hell out of his soul and he spun instinctively, finding the youngest member stood there while lowering his face. Minho placed his hands on Taemin's both shoulders and he showed his perfect teeth, greeting the maknae. " Good morning, babe."
But in a strange way Taemin didn't answer nor even bother to look up not even a single tiny bit. Minho frowned, wondering to the silent boy before him.
Suddenly Taemin lifted his chin and giggled. " Hyunggg ~ Let's playyy ~.."
Minho's gape turned wider nonetheless wasn't because of Taemin's sudden giggles. Taemin's red face and flushed cheeks with eyes fluttering were all Minho paid attention. Sensing something weird, Minho hurriedly placed his palm on Taemin's forehead.
and in split second, Minho shrieked with all shocks gathering on his head, forming a big exclamation mark. " FEVER?!"
.
.
.
" For God's sake Kim Kibum, i really don't know what to do with sick person."
" Geez i should have not trusted Taemin on your goofy hand, duh, whereas the flight will be in place tomorrow."
" Now please just answer me, does Taemin always be attached whenever he gets sick?"
" Well, more likely.. cuddling, spesifically. He dislikes to be alone, if i'm not wrong."
Minho rolled his eyes as he frustatedly pressed the phone onto his ear, " So you can guess he's doing it now."
" What? You're his boyfriend, afterall, and i don't see any oddity around. Except if you rape him and stain the couch, i will make sure your balls served on a silver plate.." Kibum stopped dramatically, " it's a different story, dude. But i'm not kidding."
Minho shivered upon the thought of his behalf. His body stiffened. He didn't plan to endanger his manhood which was supposed to have more peaceful life on.. bed.
" Alright. I'm nursing him now, just saying."
" Cool, and keep my caution in mind, okay."
Minho fumed annoyedly as he threw the phone aside. He glanced to the maknae whom was sticking to him childishly as if asked for a cuddle. Ever since they dated, never even once in Minho's history of life he saw the little one get sick. It was always Kibum who took care the members's health so Minho didn't give a damn to worry about anything. This was his first time nursing his boyfriend.
Minho then put Taemin on his lap, receiving a happy smile from the little one. Taemin brushed his lips slightly on Minho's cheekbone, showing a gratitude. Minho chuckled as he rubbed Taemin's strawberry blonde hair. " Wanna some porridge?" Minho asked flabbily, " I can make you one."
Taemin's eyes sparkled. " Y-y-yess!"
" Well then," Minho smiled, " why don't you --- "
Five minutes later.
" Taemin," Minho wheezed, " I told you to stay in your room and get some rest, not to follow me to kitchen."
Taemin shook his head half furiously and he tightened his hug. He pouted. " Don't wanna!"
" My God, Taemin. You're sick and - "
" I said I don't want to!"
In that time Minho knew he would lose against Taemin and he didn't plan to argue further or Taemin's stubborn state would knock him down in all glory so he glued his mouth, letting Taemin back hug him. He stirred the porridge in the pot, waiting until it's cooked. The younger boy behind him felt warm which only made Minho even more worried. Minho stroked Taemin's palm with his free hand and he suggested, " How if you wait in dinning room? This will be done soon, dear."
Taemin thought for a moment and he nodded obediently, walking playfully. Minho smiled and he continued to cook the porridge. It took ten minutes until Minho announced the porridge was done and he brought it carefully to the table. He went back to fetch two bowls and spoons. Taemin excitedly grabbed the cutlery and he devoured the porridge happily.
" Mm!" Taemin chortled, " This is yummy!"
Minho could not help but smile at the boy's cuteness which can't be beaten. They both ate their breakfast as Minho convinced Taemin to swallow some medicines. After taking three minutes battle, Taemin finally agreed and in the next thirty minutes, he was already fallen asleep.
" At last," Minho sighed, " He's sleeping now."
Minho then tried to make a movement just a tiny little further to get his jacket and slowly left sleeping Taemin alone.
.
.
.
" Kim Kibum, does Taemin like storybook?"
" He likes everything that can amuse him. Why asking?"
" Because i'm curious," Minho sounded curt beneath his tone but Kibum's ridiculous question didn't need to be answered properly, " or something like that."
" Yah, dare to snap at me?"
" Well.." and Minho punched 'end' button to conclude their phone conversation. Minho re-taped his index finger to the top of his nose, showing his confusion. He was standing in front of a shelf in nearest book store from their dorm. Minho thought deeply whether he needed to pick action genre or comedy but he ended up to buy the last so he could burst Taemin into laughter (which sounds like melody to Minho's ears, for one and only reason). He hung the book to the cashier and he paid. After that without stopping by to other shop, he went back to their dorm.
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.
.
Minho just opened the dorm and greeted loud, " I'm home!" when he saw a slim figure sitting in front of the door. Shocked, Minho ran to the boy and cupped Taemin's face with his hands. " What are you doing here?! You're not even - "
" .. where?"
Minho stopped his words and frowned. " Pardon?"
Taemin sent an angry glare. " Where had you been?! I was waiting you because you weren't on my side! What were you doing?! With who?!"
".. I don't mean that.. sorry.."
And why did Minho ask for an apology?
.
.
.
" Here," Minho showed the book which just he bought earlier to Taemin after the two sitting together on the couch, " I bought you this. So you would not feel lonely anymore even when you're sick, Taemin.
Taemin looked at him curiously. " From bookstore?"
" Yes."
Taemin curled into a ball and wrapped his legs with his arms tightly, puffed his cheeks out. Minho put the bookstore on the edge of table lamp as he explained, " Because based from Kibum, you dislike to be alone, right? So i - "
Before Minho could finish his sentence, Taemin already pushed onself forward to Minho for a hug.
" Thank you," Taemin murmured, " But i don't really need this."
Minho blinked twice in suprise. Taemin's hot breathe brushed softly agains Minho's neck and he continued. " Because i have you now, so i don't feel lonely. It has to be you, Hyung, not anyone else."
Damn. Now Minho felt like not wanting to let Taemin go nor break the hug.
" I understand," Minho whispered, " Now go back to sleep. I'm not going anywhere."
" No!" Taemin snapped and crossed his arms furiously, " You will go to somewhere again! You need to be punished!"
" Eh? What kind of punish - ugh!" Minho yelped when Taemin pushed him backward to couch. Taemin now was on the top, glaring at him. " Punishment is a punishment. Bad guy needs to be punished!" Taemin declared firmly, " I will transmit my fever to you!"
" What the - mmh!" The last thing Minho's brain could process was Taemin now meshed their lips together and he shut his eyes tightly. Minho was stunned on whatever was going on and Taemin rosed up. He brushed his lips and yelled, " Yah! Fever! Attack him! Noooowww!!!"
Seeing his half-concious-due-to-fever boyfriend's act, Minho covered his face and leaned it aside on the couch. What was that? A cutthroat strike? Then Minho cracked up and broke a loud laughter which was confusing Taemin. " W - what?! Why are you laughing?!"
Geez. I don't give a damn anymore.
Even i'm willing to be his slave forever.
Minho pushed Taemin back and changed their position in time so Taemin was underneath Minho. The rapper stared at him deeply, diving the clear, beautiful brown orbs of Taemin. Minho smiled and he cupped Taemin's warm cheeks with his hands.
" It won't be transmitted because you did it wrong," Minho's sly side affected the maknae, " You have to do it properly."
And without telling twice, Minho crashed their lips and let him abusing Taemin's juicy lips. They kissed deeply, passionately, and a sound of slapping lips could be heard to their ears. Minho's tongue poked, asking for enterance and Taemin willingly opened his mouth, letting him to dominate the kiss. It was clear Minho leading their make out time but Taemin didn't want to give up and their tongue battle continued. Minho then broke the kiss and he trailed down smoothly to Taemin's neck, licking it lustfully. There was no skin left without Minho's saliva smearing around. Minho titled his head as his mouth began sucking Taemin's neck and bit it hard then back to suck it again. Taemin let out small writh and moan above Minho's head, placing his palm on his mouth to prevent any pleasure voiced but it eventually failed. Taemin's breathe became short-paced and his face was redder than ever. He panted breathelessly. " H.. Hyung.."
Minho the nudged the last skin with his tongue and he went upward Taemin's lips, kissing him. This time their kiss was sweet, soft, and full of care and love. Minho smirked. " The transmission had been successed to be done throughout a simple kiss."
Taemin's eyes fluttered after a short pleasure. " Is this what you called.. Simple.."
Minho chuckled and stroke Taemin's hair tenderly. " Now sleep well, love." and with that Taemin finally rolled his eyes back, ready to pass out after a combination between sickness and a heat of pleasure.
.
.
.
Kibum fused his eyebrows.
" Seriously," he folded his arms over his chest, " care to explain why is it now Minho who get sick when yesterday it was Taemin?"
Taemin scowled on the question, hardly remember the reason behind of Minho's sickness. The tallest one waved a weak 'i'm fine' sign to calm them and smiled.
Suddenly the sound of Jinki tripped over invisible rope with chicken on his hand after running out of his life to save his food. " Jonghyun tried to have a bite!" Jinki whined loudly. From the inside of him and Minho's shared room, Jonghyun shouted. " IS IT EVEN A CRIMINALITY?!"
" IT IS!"
Kibum hissed and turned back to Taemin, rolling his eyes. " Stupids are stupid. Leave them alone." As he spoke, a red mark caught Kibum's eyes and he pointed out, " What is that?"
Taemin then followed pointing what Kibum meant with his index finger. " This?"
Kibum mumbled, " As far as i know, i don't know fever could cause a hickey... wait. A hickey?"
There goes Choi Minho who gulped his saliva down flatly in fear, feeling in danger.
When one and only possibility crossed on his mind, slowly Kibum fumed in anger. Who else could do that to his baby excluding..
Kibum then turned to Minho and he gritted his teeth, holding his temper which swiftly flamed up. " Yah, Choi Minho. Do you possibly still remember of, ' do not rape my baby' rules?"
" ... Well, yes?"
" From my point of view, you have ignored it." Suddenly a wooden stick was already on Kibum's hand, out of blue. Kibum's rage was flaring around on Minho's eyes, indicating his balls were on the verge of its life.
Crap.
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Author: Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Minho had never nursed someone in his history of life, not on Taemin either.
Warning: Kpop ruins my English term lol.
A/N: I've decided to write 2min's smut onward! For now, let this satisfy your hunger kay 8]
It was an ordinary morning like everyday goes through but somehow unusually quiet. No other than Jinki, Jonghyun, and Key were having a trip (after compeling the management and their manager, they acquired it, for those who wondering why they could) for three days so there were only Minho and Taemin left. The dorm was awkwardly empty and tidy (because the troublemakers - double J brother - weren't there). The sound of clock was tickling ears.
The charismatic rapper known as Choi Minho just stepped out of bathroom drying his eyes-raping body with a piece of towel. Towel hanging low around his hip and he kept his wet bangs falling dashingly to his forehead. He walked toward his room carelessly without noticing a small frame followed him until a pair of small arms hugging him from behind. Minho was suprised the hell out of his soul and he spun instinctively, finding the youngest member stood there while lowering his face. Minho placed his hands on Taemin's both shoulders and he showed his perfect teeth, greeting the maknae. " Good morning, babe."
But in a strange way Taemin didn't answer nor even bother to look up not even a single tiny bit. Minho frowned, wondering to the silent boy before him.
Suddenly Taemin lifted his chin and giggled. " Hyunggg ~ Let's playyy ~.."
Minho's gape turned wider nonetheless wasn't because of Taemin's sudden giggles. Taemin's red face and flushed cheeks with eyes fluttering were all Minho paid attention. Sensing something weird, Minho hurriedly placed his palm on Taemin's forehead.
and in split second, Minho shrieked with all shocks gathering on his head, forming a big exclamation mark. " FEVER?!"
.
.
.
" For God's sake Kim Kibum, i really don't know what to do with sick person."
" Geez i should have not trusted Taemin on your goofy hand, duh, whereas the flight will be in place tomorrow."
" Now please just answer me, does Taemin always be attached whenever he gets sick?"
" Well, more likely.. cuddling, spesifically. He dislikes to be alone, if i'm not wrong."
Minho rolled his eyes as he frustatedly pressed the phone onto his ear, " So you can guess he's doing it now."
" What? You're his boyfriend, afterall, and i don't see any oddity around. Except if you rape him and stain the couch, i will make sure your balls served on a silver plate.." Kibum stopped dramatically, " it's a different story, dude. But i'm not kidding."
Minho shivered upon the thought of his behalf. His body stiffened. He didn't plan to endanger his manhood which was supposed to have more peaceful life on.. bed.
" Alright. I'm nursing him now, just saying."
" Cool, and keep my caution in mind, okay."
Minho fumed annoyedly as he threw the phone aside. He glanced to the maknae whom was sticking to him childishly as if asked for a cuddle. Ever since they dated, never even once in Minho's history of life he saw the little one get sick. It was always Kibum who took care the members's health so Minho didn't give a damn to worry about anything. This was his first time nursing his boyfriend.
Minho then put Taemin on his lap, receiving a happy smile from the little one. Taemin brushed his lips slightly on Minho's cheekbone, showing a gratitude. Minho chuckled as he rubbed Taemin's strawberry blonde hair. " Wanna some porridge?" Minho asked flabbily, " I can make you one."
Taemin's eyes sparkled. " Y-y-yess!"
" Well then," Minho smiled, " why don't you --- "
Five minutes later.
" Taemin," Minho wheezed, " I told you to stay in your room and get some rest, not to follow me to kitchen."
Taemin shook his head half furiously and he tightened his hug. He pouted. " Don't wanna!"
" My God, Taemin. You're sick and - "
" I said I don't want to!"
In that time Minho knew he would lose against Taemin and he didn't plan to argue further or Taemin's stubborn state would knock him down in all glory so he glued his mouth, letting Taemin back hug him. He stirred the porridge in the pot, waiting until it's cooked. The younger boy behind him felt warm which only made Minho even more worried. Minho stroked Taemin's palm with his free hand and he suggested, " How if you wait in dinning room? This will be done soon, dear."
Taemin thought for a moment and he nodded obediently, walking playfully. Minho smiled and he continued to cook the porridge. It took ten minutes until Minho announced the porridge was done and he brought it carefully to the table. He went back to fetch two bowls and spoons. Taemin excitedly grabbed the cutlery and he devoured the porridge happily.
" Mm!" Taemin chortled, " This is yummy!"
Minho could not help but smile at the boy's cuteness which can't be beaten. They both ate their breakfast as Minho convinced Taemin to swallow some medicines. After taking three minutes battle, Taemin finally agreed and in the next thirty minutes, he was already fallen asleep.
" At last," Minho sighed, " He's sleeping now."
Minho then tried to make a movement just a tiny little further to get his jacket and slowly left sleeping Taemin alone.
.
.
.
" Kim Kibum, does Taemin like storybook?"
" He likes everything that can amuse him. Why asking?"
" Because i'm curious," Minho sounded curt beneath his tone but Kibum's ridiculous question didn't need to be answered properly, " or something like that."
" Yah, dare to snap at me?"
" Well.." and Minho punched 'end' button to conclude their phone conversation. Minho re-taped his index finger to the top of his nose, showing his confusion. He was standing in front of a shelf in nearest book store from their dorm. Minho thought deeply whether he needed to pick action genre or comedy but he ended up to buy the last so he could burst Taemin into laughter (which sounds like melody to Minho's ears, for one and only reason). He hung the book to the cashier and he paid. After that without stopping by to other shop, he went back to their dorm.
.
.
.
Minho just opened the dorm and greeted loud, " I'm home!" when he saw a slim figure sitting in front of the door. Shocked, Minho ran to the boy and cupped Taemin's face with his hands. " What are you doing here?! You're not even - "
" .. where?"
Minho stopped his words and frowned. " Pardon?"
Taemin sent an angry glare. " Where had you been?! I was waiting you because you weren't on my side! What were you doing?! With who?!"
".. I don't mean that.. sorry.."
And why did Minho ask for an apology?
.
.
.
" Here," Minho showed the book which just he bought earlier to Taemin after the two sitting together on the couch, " I bought you this. So you would not feel lonely anymore even when you're sick, Taemin.
Taemin looked at him curiously. " From bookstore?"
" Yes."
Taemin curled into a ball and wrapped his legs with his arms tightly, puffed his cheeks out. Minho put the bookstore on the edge of table lamp as he explained, " Because based from Kibum, you dislike to be alone, right? So i - "
Before Minho could finish his sentence, Taemin already pushed onself forward to Minho for a hug.
" Thank you," Taemin murmured, " But i don't really need this."
Minho blinked twice in suprise. Taemin's hot breathe brushed softly agains Minho's neck and he continued. " Because i have you now, so i don't feel lonely. It has to be you, Hyung, not anyone else."
Damn. Now Minho felt like not wanting to let Taemin go nor break the hug.
" I understand," Minho whispered, " Now go back to sleep. I'm not going anywhere."
" No!" Taemin snapped and crossed his arms furiously, " You will go to somewhere again! You need to be punished!"
" Eh? What kind of punish - ugh!" Minho yelped when Taemin pushed him backward to couch. Taemin now was on the top, glaring at him. " Punishment is a punishment. Bad guy needs to be punished!" Taemin declared firmly, " I will transmit my fever to you!"
" What the - mmh!" The last thing Minho's brain could process was Taemin now meshed their lips together and he shut his eyes tightly. Minho was stunned on whatever was going on and Taemin rosed up. He brushed his lips and yelled, " Yah! Fever! Attack him! Noooowww!!!"
Seeing his half-concious-due-to-fever boyfriend's act, Minho covered his face and leaned it aside on the couch. What was that? A cutthroat strike? Then Minho cracked up and broke a loud laughter which was confusing Taemin. " W - what?! Why are you laughing?!"
Geez. I don't give a damn anymore.
Even i'm willing to be his slave forever.
Minho pushed Taemin back and changed their position in time so Taemin was underneath Minho. The rapper stared at him deeply, diving the clear, beautiful brown orbs of Taemin. Minho smiled and he cupped Taemin's warm cheeks with his hands.
" It won't be transmitted because you did it wrong," Minho's sly side affected the maknae, " You have to do it properly."
And without telling twice, Minho crashed their lips and let him abusing Taemin's juicy lips. They kissed deeply, passionately, and a sound of slapping lips could be heard to their ears. Minho's tongue poked, asking for enterance and Taemin willingly opened his mouth, letting him to dominate the kiss. It was clear Minho leading their make out time but Taemin didn't want to give up and their tongue battle continued. Minho then broke the kiss and he trailed down smoothly to Taemin's neck, licking it lustfully. There was no skin left without Minho's saliva smearing around. Minho titled his head as his mouth began sucking Taemin's neck and bit it hard then back to suck it again. Taemin let out small writh and moan above Minho's head, placing his palm on his mouth to prevent any pleasure voiced but it eventually failed. Taemin's breathe became short-paced and his face was redder than ever. He panted breathelessly. " H.. Hyung.."
Minho the nudged the last skin with his tongue and he went upward Taemin's lips, kissing him. This time their kiss was sweet, soft, and full of care and love. Minho smirked. " The transmission had been successed to be done throughout a simple kiss."
Taemin's eyes fluttered after a short pleasure. " Is this what you called.. Simple.."
Minho chuckled and stroke Taemin's hair tenderly. " Now sleep well, love." and with that Taemin finally rolled his eyes back, ready to pass out after a combination between sickness and a heat of pleasure.
.
.
.
Kibum fused his eyebrows.
" Seriously," he folded his arms over his chest, " care to explain why is it now Minho who get sick when yesterday it was Taemin?"
Taemin scowled on the question, hardly remember the reason behind of Minho's sickness. The tallest one waved a weak 'i'm fine' sign to calm them and smiled.
Suddenly the sound of Jinki tripped over invisible rope with chicken on his hand after running out of his life to save his food. " Jonghyun tried to have a bite!" Jinki whined loudly. From the inside of him and Minho's shared room, Jonghyun shouted. " IS IT EVEN A CRIMINALITY?!"
" IT IS!"
Kibum hissed and turned back to Taemin, rolling his eyes. " Stupids are stupid. Leave them alone." As he spoke, a red mark caught Kibum's eyes and he pointed out, " What is that?"
Taemin then followed pointing what Kibum meant with his index finger. " This?"
Kibum mumbled, " As far as i know, i don't know fever could cause a hickey... wait. A hickey?"
There goes Choi Minho who gulped his saliva down flatly in fear, feeling in danger.
When one and only possibility crossed on his mind, slowly Kibum fumed in anger. Who else could do that to his baby excluding..
Kibum then turned to Minho and he gritted his teeth, holding his temper which swiftly flamed up. " Yah, Choi Minho. Do you possibly still remember of, ' do not rape my baby' rules?"
" ... Well, yes?"
" From my point of view, you have ignored it." Suddenly a wooden stick was already on Kibum's hand, out of blue. Kibum's rage was flaring around on Minho's eyes, indicating his balls were on the verge of its life.
Crap.
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