Title: Letters to You 2/2 [Chapter]
Title: Letters to You 2/2 [Chapter]
Author: christmasplush
Pairing: 2min
Disclaimer: It would be awesome if I did own SHINee, but I don't.
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Angst
Author's Note: Ending is sad. ;____;
Spots for guhweeyen , happyyoyo , y0naki_x3 ~
Onew watched as more tears streamed down Taemin’s face. The elder’s eyes softened as he led Taemin to the couch, resting the boy on his shoulder.
Past memories of Minho flooded Taemin’s mind, pictures of his perfect smile, the sound of his booming laughter.
Taemin was overwhelmed at how much of his thoughts, his heart; his existence was made up of Minho.
After an hour of sobbing, the younger fell asleep.
Onew sighed, replying a conversation in his head.
He has marched up to Minho’s friends and grabbed one of the guys by the collar.
“Where the hell is Minho?”
The guy, Jonghyun had stopped his struggle and lowered his head.
“He’s in the hospital.”
Thud.
Jonghyun landed on his ass.
Without another word, Onew ran to the hospital, leaving the two guys.
Key chucked, “He’s cute.”
Jonghyun only rolled his eyes, his hands rubbing his sore butt.
Bursting into Minho’s hospital room, Onew stomped over to the bed and pulled a chair to the bedside.
“You sick?” Onew peers at Minho’s face.
“Cancer,” Minho stares straight back and says it like its nothing. But all he feels is pain. Pain at not seeing Taemin in his final days.
“Hyung, will you give this to Taemin when he forgives me?”
The older glanced down at the box shoved in his hands and looked back at the boy in the hospital bed. Before he could respond, Minho took a shuddering breath and he eyes closed, his face twisting in pain. And then nothing.
Onew sat there shocked before a stream of nurses and doctors came in a kicked him out. He looked at the box in his hands again.
I promise, Minho-ah.
Onew watched as Taemin continued to sleep, his chest falling down, and the rising back up.
This repeated for a while before Taemin flinched in his sleep and slowly sat up, wiping the dry drool from his face.
“Taemin-ah.” The sleepy boy looked up, waiting for the older to continue.
“Would you forgive Minho?”
The younger’s eyes widened at the unexpected question.
He stared at the floor, his hair cover his eyes.
Taemin remembered, everyday, Minho would somehow make his day better. Every day, he would turn Taemin into a grinning dork, giggling and blushing like a little girl in love.
But it was true, he was in love.
And he still was.
The boy nodded, answering Onew’s questions.
The older pulled out a white box with Taemin’s name on it, elegantly written on. He left Taemin alone, locking himself in the room next door, waiting for the younger to see what inside.
Sliding down the door and planting himself on the floor, he sighed.
This was going to be a long night.
Taemin curiously opened the box, revealing small slips of paper and a DVD.
He pulled out a slip, reading, “Day 1. I found out today I am very sick. I might not be around when you read these, Taeminnie. But here are my letters to you.”
A hand automatically flew to cover his mouth, preventing any sound to come out. He continued to pull out random slips of paper.
“Day 7. I’m tired Taeminnie. I want to see you.
Day 9. Yobeo, I’m sorry I broke my promise. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you.
Day 13. Taemin-ah, I am beginning to forget things. I don’t want to forget you.
Day 16. I’m forgetting everything, Taemin. I don’t think I have much time left.
Day 19. I only remember you. Taemin.”
Taemin shakily picked up the DVD in his hands and slipped it into the player.
Minho appeared on the screen, dressed in a hospital gown.
Taemin bit his lip but continued watching.
‘Taemin-ah! If you see this video, then that means I’m probably not with you anymore’
Minho faked a laugh in the video.
‘I thought I was protecting you but I guess I was wrong, huh? I ended up hurting both of us.
But I believe that we are already tied together by fate. No matter where you are, fate is going to lead me to you. It doesn’t matter if it is this world or the next. It doesn’t matter if we are in different bodies. We will always be connected.’
Minho wiped away his tears and continued with a ragged deep breath.
‘Leaving you behind is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, Taemin-ah. I hope you can forgive me. Saranghae, forever.’
The screen went black.
Hearing the video stop, Onew opened the bedroom door, his face grave.
He held his cell phone in his hand.
“Taemin… Minho died…” He trailed off, his eyes hooded.
The younger went rigid as his mind processed everything that just happened.
A few seconds later, Taemin shot up, pushing Onew away.
Opening the door to see a shocked Jonghyun and Key, he ran.
People blurred past as Taemin ran down the street with 3 people chasing after him.
Wait for me, hyung.
He ran past trees and cars, tears falling nonstop.
Wait for me, Choi Minho!
He heard three voices simultaneously call out,
“Watch out!”
“Taemin-ah!”
“There’s a tru-“
Taemin turned to see a blindingly white light…
…And Minho.
All he felt was warmth.
Finally.
______
Author: christmasplush
Pairing: 2min
Disclaimer: It would be awesome if I did own SHINee, but I don't.
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Angst
Author's Note: Ending is sad. ;____;
Spots for guhweeyen , happyyoyo , y0naki_x3 ~
Onew watched as more tears streamed down Taemin’s face. The elder’s eyes softened as he led Taemin to the couch, resting the boy on his shoulder.
Past memories of Minho flooded Taemin’s mind, pictures of his perfect smile, the sound of his booming laughter.
Taemin was overwhelmed at how much of his thoughts, his heart; his existence was made up of Minho.
After an hour of sobbing, the younger fell asleep.
Onew sighed, replying a conversation in his head.
He has marched up to Minho’s friends and grabbed one of the guys by the collar.
“Where the hell is Minho?”
The guy, Jonghyun had stopped his struggle and lowered his head.
“He’s in the hospital.”
Thud.
Jonghyun landed on his ass.
Without another word, Onew ran to the hospital, leaving the two guys.
Key chucked, “He’s cute.”
Jonghyun only rolled his eyes, his hands rubbing his sore butt.
Bursting into Minho’s hospital room, Onew stomped over to the bed and pulled a chair to the bedside.
“You sick?” Onew peers at Minho’s face.
“Cancer,” Minho stares straight back and says it like its nothing. But all he feels is pain. Pain at not seeing Taemin in his final days.
“Hyung, will you give this to Taemin when he forgives me?”
The older glanced down at the box shoved in his hands and looked back at the boy in the hospital bed. Before he could respond, Minho took a shuddering breath and he eyes closed, his face twisting in pain. And then nothing.
Onew sat there shocked before a stream of nurses and doctors came in a kicked him out. He looked at the box in his hands again.
I promise, Minho-ah.
Onew watched as Taemin continued to sleep, his chest falling down, and the rising back up.
This repeated for a while before Taemin flinched in his sleep and slowly sat up, wiping the dry drool from his face.
“Taemin-ah.” The sleepy boy looked up, waiting for the older to continue.
“Would you forgive Minho?”
The younger’s eyes widened at the unexpected question.
He stared at the floor, his hair cover his eyes.
Taemin remembered, everyday, Minho would somehow make his day better. Every day, he would turn Taemin into a grinning dork, giggling and blushing like a little girl in love.
But it was true, he was in love.
And he still was.
The boy nodded, answering Onew’s questions.
The older pulled out a white box with Taemin’s name on it, elegantly written on. He left Taemin alone, locking himself in the room next door, waiting for the younger to see what inside.
Sliding down the door and planting himself on the floor, he sighed.
This was going to be a long night.
Taemin curiously opened the box, revealing small slips of paper and a DVD.
He pulled out a slip, reading, “Day 1. I found out today I am very sick. I might not be around when you read these, Taeminnie. But here are my letters to you.”
A hand automatically flew to cover his mouth, preventing any sound to come out. He continued to pull out random slips of paper.
“Day 7. I’m tired Taeminnie. I want to see you.
Day 9. Yobeo, I’m sorry I broke my promise. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you.
Day 13. Taemin-ah, I am beginning to forget things. I don’t want to forget you.
Day 16. I’m forgetting everything, Taemin. I don’t think I have much time left.
Day 19. I only remember you. Taemin.”
Taemin shakily picked up the DVD in his hands and slipped it into the player.
Minho appeared on the screen, dressed in a hospital gown.
Taemin bit his lip but continued watching.
‘Taemin-ah! If you see this video, then that means I’m probably not with you anymore’
Minho faked a laugh in the video.
‘I thought I was protecting you but I guess I was wrong, huh? I ended up hurting both of us.
But I believe that we are already tied together by fate. No matter where you are, fate is going to lead me to you. It doesn’t matter if it is this world or the next. It doesn’t matter if we are in different bodies. We will always be connected.’
Minho wiped away his tears and continued with a ragged deep breath.
‘Leaving you behind is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, Taemin-ah. I hope you can forgive me. Saranghae, forever.’
The screen went black.
Hearing the video stop, Onew opened the bedroom door, his face grave.
He held his cell phone in his hand.
“Taemin… Minho died…” He trailed off, his eyes hooded.
The younger went rigid as his mind processed everything that just happened.
A few seconds later, Taemin shot up, pushing Onew away.
Opening the door to see a shocked Jonghyun and Key, he ran.
People blurred past as Taemin ran down the street with 3 people chasing after him.
Wait for me, hyung.
He ran past trees and cars, tears falling nonstop.
Wait for me, Choi Minho!
He heard three voices simultaneously call out,
“Watch out!”
“Taemin-ah!”
“There’s a tru-“
Taemin turned to see a blindingly white light…
…And Minho.
All he felt was warmth.
Finally.
______