"Wait! I'm Not Gay!" (2/?)
Title: "Wait! I'm Not Gay!" (2/?)
Author colorpenxil
Rating: PG-13 (Will definitely go up)
Pairing: 2MIN (Taemin/Minho)
Word Count: 1395
Summary: With Jonghyun's dino-brain and the members' willingness to doubt, Taemin and Minho were obviously misread.
A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first time writing a 2MIN fic, so please please be nice to me. Thank you, tee hee :3
| 01|
Taemin slapped his own forehead with a groan, and fell onto his bed.
“Smooth,” Minho said, and walked over to pick up the book by the wall. Taemin opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock, reading 12:07AM. Taemin saw Minho flicked off the lights, so he adjusted himself on his bed, putting away the incident to the back of his mind. He needed rest, so he waited for sleep to come.
He kept hearing Minho changing positions on the bed, for a while, Taemin was okay with it. But some time later, he was getting irritated. The noise was making it difficult for Taemin to fall asleep, so he pulled the pillow from under his head and covered his ears with it. And like that, Taemin went to sleep.
The next morning, Taemin woke up to the sound of Minho shifting on his bed. He wondered if that was what his hyung had been doing all night, and felt a bit sorry for him. Taemin turned around and stared at his hyung, who was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
“Hyung?” Taemin muttered groggily.
“Hmm?” Minho asked, still staring at the ceiling.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” Taemin questioned, still looking at Minho.
“Uhm, not really.” His hyung answered, “Why?”
“Nothing, it’s just, you kept moving around last night.” To that, Minho grunted, and silence fell upon both of them. Taemin laid back on his back and stretched exaggeratedly. He let out a yawn and got up, then headed to the bathroom. After a while, he heard the bedroom door opened and closed, he figured it was just Minho getting to breakfast.
At the breakfast table, everyone kept quiet. The only sound that escaped, was of the members’ clanging forks and knives to their plates. Taemin was annoyed at the silence, but had no idea how to break it. Then he saw an eggshell in his scrambled eggs.
“Key-hyung?” Taemin uttered.
“Yes, Taeminnie?”
“Did you make this?” Taemin lifted a small clump of scrambled eggs up with his fork. Key looked up and shook his head.
“No...Onew-hyung did.” Key replied, “Why?”
“Nothing,” Taemin replied, chewing the crunchy eggs, “It’s just, there are eggshells in them.” Then silence fell upon all of them, and he heard Onew coughed.
“Sorry,” Onew said quietly.
“It’s okay hyung,” Taemin replied, “Just saying.” Then he heard Jonghyun gave an ahem cough like he was about to say something important. Taemin knew what was coming and wanted to bury his face in his hands. He glanced at Minho, who did nothing but read the newspaper, he flipped a page.
“So,” Jonghyun began, “about last night.” Taemin groaned quietly and leaned back against his chair. Minho folded his newspaper and flung it onto the table, also leaning back against his chair with a low sigh.
“Yes?” Taemin asked.
“I...uhm, told Key and Jjong about it...and we wanted to know what exactly have...uhm, you two been doing.” Onew stated matter-of-factly.
“Nothing!” Taemin almost shouted, exasperated. “Absolutely nothing! Ask Minho-hyung.” At that, Minho grunted, not really helping at all. Key let out a sigh and Taemin knew that Key was about to speak.
“Are you sure?” Looking at Taemin with eyes full of concern, “because from what Onew-hyung had described, you were straddling Minho and was leaning in to kiss him... And...”
“God, hyungs!” Taemin ruffled his hair, “You are all crazy! I wasn’t going to kiss Minho-hyung, if you don’t believe me, ask him yourself!” Taemin gestured towards Minho, who was just staring into space.
“If you say so...” Jonghyun said doubtfully. Key was staring at Taemin, and shifted in his chair.
“Look, Taemin. You can tell me anything you know that right? It’s not like we’re strangers, and whatever it is, I will support you. We... We are all here for one another, and there is nothing wrong with what you did, it’s just that, we were just surprised that you hadn’t told us about any of this.” Then Key rounded on Minho, “And you too, Minho.” Minho, took a quick glanced at Taemin who had his mouth open, obviously speechless. Minho breathed in a breath.
“Look Key, nothing happened between me and Taemin. Taemin wanted to sleep with the lights off, and I didn’t. So we fought, and then we ended up in that position...There is nothing to worry about. It’s not like that.” Minho tried to explain, since Taemin, as a maknae, had not done a very good job.
“So... you didn’t want to sleep with Taemin, so both of you fought, and Taemin insisted, so you both ended up in that position...?” Jonghyun asked, trying to clarify, but obviously made the matter worse with his dino-brain. Everything was going all wrong for Taemin and he was sick of explaining all this nonsense. He put his hands on the table a little too hard causing a loud thump, shocking the others.
“God, hyungs!” He lurched from his chair and glared at all of them, “I’m not gay!” He left the table and stormed into his bedroom banging the door behind him. He leaned against the wall beside the doorframe and took a deep breath. Then he heard the door creaked open and saw Minho walking in. He shut the door quietly behind him, and Taemin closed his eyes. Minho walked over to Taemin, and put one hand on Taemin’s shoulder.
“Hey,” Minho said, “Chill out. They will understand the whole situation soon okay? When you look at the whole thing, it’s just not that bad...” Taemin’s eyes shot open and glared at Minho.
“Not that bad?” Taemin asked, “They think I’m gay!”
“Well, they obviously think I’m gay too, but I just don’t dwell on it...” Minho explained to Taemin that it wasn’t the end of the world, “It’s not that bad okay, Taeminnie. Who cares what they think? They can think whatever they want, just don’t let it bother you. You are the one who knows what you really are and that’s all that matters.” Taemin’s fury slowly subsided as he thought about what Minho had said. He’s not gay, he told himself, and that’s all that matters.
“Thanks, Minho-hyung.” Taemin gave a slight smile, and Minho smiled back. And then Minho did something Taemin hadn’t expected. He closed in on Taemin and gave Taemin a hug. At first Taemin protested, and after a few seconds, Taemin felt comforted. Since when had he had his last hug, Taemin didn’t know. Minho’s arms wrapped around Taemin’s waist and he tightened his grip. Taemin felt warm and at ease in Minho’s arms. He closed his eyes and let his body relax. Taemin slowly lifted his own arms and wrapped them around Minho’s body. He toughened his hold and it felt so snugged. Minho gave a chuckle and Taemin looked up with his eyebrow raised.
“Do you feel better now?” Minho asked, with a slight smile, lifting one hand up and tugging the maknae’s hair behind his ears. Taemin smiled back and nodded. Minho surprised Taemin by kissing his forehead, and it was all brotherly, and Taemin knew it, so he didn’t mind. “You know, being gay shouldn’t be that bad.” Taemin knitted his eyebrows together at this, obviously confused, and with an are-you-serious look.
“Hyung, that’s not normal.” Taemin said, and Minho laughed.
“So what? Normal can be boring sometimes.” Taemin scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, and his hyung chuckled.
“Why don’t you try being gay and then you tell me.” Taemin said sarcastically.
“Well, why don’t you?” The older asked the younger and smiled jokingly. Taemin stared at Minho in ridicule and then gave a grin.
“Yeah, why not?” Teasingly, Taemin tightened his hold on Minho and laughed.
“Why not...” Minho leaned his forehead against Taemin’s, the tip of their noses almost touching. Taemin’s smile faded, and he just stared at Minho, his eyes half-lidded. For a few seconds they stared at each other, Taemin let out a breath he’d been holding. Minho pressed Taemin against the wall, and their noses finally touched. Taemin’s breath hitched and his half-lidded eyes looked at Minho. Minho looked at Taemin questioningly, and when Taemin did not move, Minho leaned in and brushed Taemin’s lips with his.
Author colorpenxil
Rating: PG-13 (Will definitely go up)
Pairing: 2MIN (Taemin/Minho)
Word Count: 1395
Summary: With Jonghyun's dino-brain and the members' willingness to doubt, Taemin and Minho were obviously misread.
A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first time writing a 2MIN fic, so please please be nice to me. Thank you, tee hee :3
| 01|
Taemin slapped his own forehead with a groan, and fell onto his bed.
“Smooth,” Minho said, and walked over to pick up the book by the wall. Taemin opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock, reading 12:07AM. Taemin saw Minho flicked off the lights, so he adjusted himself on his bed, putting away the incident to the back of his mind. He needed rest, so he waited for sleep to come.
He kept hearing Minho changing positions on the bed, for a while, Taemin was okay with it. But some time later, he was getting irritated. The noise was making it difficult for Taemin to fall asleep, so he pulled the pillow from under his head and covered his ears with it. And like that, Taemin went to sleep.
The next morning, Taemin woke up to the sound of Minho shifting on his bed. He wondered if that was what his hyung had been doing all night, and felt a bit sorry for him. Taemin turned around and stared at his hyung, who was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
“Hyung?” Taemin muttered groggily.
“Hmm?” Minho asked, still staring at the ceiling.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” Taemin questioned, still looking at Minho.
“Uhm, not really.” His hyung answered, “Why?”
“Nothing, it’s just, you kept moving around last night.” To that, Minho grunted, and silence fell upon both of them. Taemin laid back on his back and stretched exaggeratedly. He let out a yawn and got up, then headed to the bathroom. After a while, he heard the bedroom door opened and closed, he figured it was just Minho getting to breakfast.
At the breakfast table, everyone kept quiet. The only sound that escaped, was of the members’ clanging forks and knives to their plates. Taemin was annoyed at the silence, but had no idea how to break it. Then he saw an eggshell in his scrambled eggs.
“Key-hyung?” Taemin uttered.
“Yes, Taeminnie?”
“Did you make this?” Taemin lifted a small clump of scrambled eggs up with his fork. Key looked up and shook his head.
“No...Onew-hyung did.” Key replied, “Why?”
“Nothing,” Taemin replied, chewing the crunchy eggs, “It’s just, there are eggshells in them.” Then silence fell upon all of them, and he heard Onew coughed.
“Sorry,” Onew said quietly.
“It’s okay hyung,” Taemin replied, “Just saying.” Then he heard Jonghyun gave an ahem cough like he was about to say something important. Taemin knew what was coming and wanted to bury his face in his hands. He glanced at Minho, who did nothing but read the newspaper, he flipped a page.
“So,” Jonghyun began, “about last night.” Taemin groaned quietly and leaned back against his chair. Minho folded his newspaper and flung it onto the table, also leaning back against his chair with a low sigh.
“Yes?” Taemin asked.
“I...uhm, told Key and Jjong about it...and we wanted to know what exactly have...uhm, you two been doing.” Onew stated matter-of-factly.
“Nothing!” Taemin almost shouted, exasperated. “Absolutely nothing! Ask Minho-hyung.” At that, Minho grunted, not really helping at all. Key let out a sigh and Taemin knew that Key was about to speak.
“Are you sure?” Looking at Taemin with eyes full of concern, “because from what Onew-hyung had described, you were straddling Minho and was leaning in to kiss him... And...”
“God, hyungs!” Taemin ruffled his hair, “You are all crazy! I wasn’t going to kiss Minho-hyung, if you don’t believe me, ask him yourself!” Taemin gestured towards Minho, who was just staring into space.
“If you say so...” Jonghyun said doubtfully. Key was staring at Taemin, and shifted in his chair.
“Look, Taemin. You can tell me anything you know that right? It’s not like we’re strangers, and whatever it is, I will support you. We... We are all here for one another, and there is nothing wrong with what you did, it’s just that, we were just surprised that you hadn’t told us about any of this.” Then Key rounded on Minho, “And you too, Minho.” Minho, took a quick glanced at Taemin who had his mouth open, obviously speechless. Minho breathed in a breath.
“Look Key, nothing happened between me and Taemin. Taemin wanted to sleep with the lights off, and I didn’t. So we fought, and then we ended up in that position...There is nothing to worry about. It’s not like that.” Minho tried to explain, since Taemin, as a maknae, had not done a very good job.
“So... you didn’t want to sleep with Taemin, so both of you fought, and Taemin insisted, so you both ended up in that position...?” Jonghyun asked, trying to clarify, but obviously made the matter worse with his dino-brain. Everything was going all wrong for Taemin and he was sick of explaining all this nonsense. He put his hands on the table a little too hard causing a loud thump, shocking the others.
“God, hyungs!” He lurched from his chair and glared at all of them, “I’m not gay!” He left the table and stormed into his bedroom banging the door behind him. He leaned against the wall beside the doorframe and took a deep breath. Then he heard the door creaked open and saw Minho walking in. He shut the door quietly behind him, and Taemin closed his eyes. Minho walked over to Taemin, and put one hand on Taemin’s shoulder.
“Hey,” Minho said, “Chill out. They will understand the whole situation soon okay? When you look at the whole thing, it’s just not that bad...” Taemin’s eyes shot open and glared at Minho.
“Not that bad?” Taemin asked, “They think I’m gay!”
“Well, they obviously think I’m gay too, but I just don’t dwell on it...” Minho explained to Taemin that it wasn’t the end of the world, “It’s not that bad okay, Taeminnie. Who cares what they think? They can think whatever they want, just don’t let it bother you. You are the one who knows what you really are and that’s all that matters.” Taemin’s fury slowly subsided as he thought about what Minho had said. He’s not gay, he told himself, and that’s all that matters.
“Thanks, Minho-hyung.” Taemin gave a slight smile, and Minho smiled back. And then Minho did something Taemin hadn’t expected. He closed in on Taemin and gave Taemin a hug. At first Taemin protested, and after a few seconds, Taemin felt comforted. Since when had he had his last hug, Taemin didn’t know. Minho’s arms wrapped around Taemin’s waist and he tightened his grip. Taemin felt warm and at ease in Minho’s arms. He closed his eyes and let his body relax. Taemin slowly lifted his own arms and wrapped them around Minho’s body. He toughened his hold and it felt so snugged. Minho gave a chuckle and Taemin looked up with his eyebrow raised.
“Do you feel better now?” Minho asked, with a slight smile, lifting one hand up and tugging the maknae’s hair behind his ears. Taemin smiled back and nodded. Minho surprised Taemin by kissing his forehead, and it was all brotherly, and Taemin knew it, so he didn’t mind. “You know, being gay shouldn’t be that bad.” Taemin knitted his eyebrows together at this, obviously confused, and with an are-you-serious look.
“Hyung, that’s not normal.” Taemin said, and Minho laughed.
“So what? Normal can be boring sometimes.” Taemin scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, and his hyung chuckled.
“Why don’t you try being gay and then you tell me.” Taemin said sarcastically.
“Well, why don’t you?” The older asked the younger and smiled jokingly. Taemin stared at Minho in ridicule and then gave a grin.
“Yeah, why not?” Teasingly, Taemin tightened his hold on Minho and laughed.
“Why not...” Minho leaned his forehead against Taemin’s, the tip of their noses almost touching. Taemin’s smile faded, and he just stared at Minho, his eyes half-lidded. For a few seconds they stared at each other, Taemin let out a breath he’d been holding. Minho pressed Taemin against the wall, and their noses finally touched. Taemin’s breath hitched and his half-lidded eyes looked at Minho. Minho looked at Taemin questioningly, and when Taemin did not move, Minho leaned in and brushed Taemin’s lips with his.