"Wait! I'm Not Gay!" (4/?)
Title: "Wait! I'm Not Gay!" (4/?)Author colorpenxil
Rating: PG (Will definitely go up)
Pairing: 2MIN (Taemin/Minho)
Word Count: 1398
Summary: Taemin, doubting himself, he seek for answers.
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
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The day passed by in silence with an awkward atmosphere. Jonghyun had obviously told both Key and Onew about what happened that morning. Taemin was slightly upset that now it was evident to the hyungs that he was gay. But he was not! Taemin fumed with himself, why did he always have to get caught? He only did what he did with Minho because it felt good, not because he was gay. That was two completely different things! Doing something that looks gay, and being gay. There is a difference right? There has to be a difference, because he was not gay.
That evening, they headed to van in the parking lot with their luggages. Taemin took the back seat, next to right window. He was avoiding the hyungs, and including Minho. If it wasn’t for Minho, he wouldn’t have done whatever he did. Minho started it, and Taemin just couldn’t refused. He wanted to blame this on Minho but guilt nagged the back of his mind. It was his fault too, he knew that. But it was always easier to blame on someone else! So that was what he was doing, and he just didn’t give a damn. He was mad at Minho for all those silly reasons.
When they reached the airport, Taemin was last to get out, for he was at the back of the van. When he did though, he just took his luggage and walked inside without waiting for the others. Minho knew that something was up. He knew that Taemin was mad at the hyungs, but he wasn’t sure why Taemin was mad at him too. What on Earth had he done that had upset the maknae? Minho just couldn’t figure it out, so he decided to have a talk with him once they got on the plane.
Taemin however, wanted to take an alone seat, but the manager refused. He wanted Taemin to sit with the other members, so Taemin couldn’t argue. When they got on the plane, he walked to his seat and refused Minho’s help of stalling his bag in the overhead compartment. Then he took his seat by the window and looked out, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyebrows knitted together. Afterwards when the plane took off, he felt bad that he was mean to Minho who was sitting beside him. He knew that Minho did nothing wrong, and so why would he be mad at him? But he just couldn’t bring himself to say sorry.
He lurched from his seat and mumbled something about going to the lavatory. When he was trying to scoot passed Minho, he tripped over Minho’s long legs and fell onto his lap. Taemin cursed under his breath, while Minho grunted at the sudden weight on his thighs. Taemin stood up and balanced himself. He walked to a vacant lavatory and pushed the lock harder than he needed to. The maknae stared in the mirror, and cursed under his breath again. He splashed cold water onto his face, then reached for a paper towel to dry both his hands and his delicate features. That was when he heard the knocks on his door. He wondered whether it was a stewardess.
“...Y-yeah?” He called out, unsure.
“Let me in.” His heart pounded against his chest, as he recognized that voice. It was Minho’s. He didn’t want to talk to his hyung right now, he wasn’t also ready to apologize.
“Go away, hyung.” He said, putting the wet paper towel in the bin. Then silence fell between the door, Taemin let out sigh. Minho was gone. Knock-knock. Okay, maybe not.
“Taemin-ah, let me in.” Minho’s muffled voice came passed the lavatory door, and Taemin took a deep breath. He lifted his arm and unlocked the door. At that moment, Minho pushed the door open and got in, locking the folding door behind him. He turned around and faced Taemin who was leaning against the sink. Minho took a look at the crammed space, and rubbed his hands together unsurely. “So, you are mad?”
“N-no...” Taemin lied crossing his arms over his chest. He looked at Minho and shifted his feet.
“Then why are you acting like this?” Minho asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Like what?” The maknae feigned innocence.
“Like a stubborned child.”
“I’m not!” Taemin fumed.
“...Taemin.” Minho walked forward and touched Taemin’s shoulders with both hands. “Don’t lie to me...” He said. Taemin however, kept quiet and looked at Minho. “I know you are mad at the hyungs... I understand...” Taemin glanced down at his feet and said nothing, “But I don’t understand why you’re mad at me.”
“I’m not...” Taemin replied, “...Anymore.”
“Then, is there something you want to talk about?” Minho asked, all brotherly and full of concern. He looked back up at Minho and said nothing at first. He just didn’t understand. Minho was all brotherly with him, and Taemin was okay with that. But why did their hyung-dongsaeng relationship turned into this? You don’t just go around kissing your brother do you? Incest, that is just gross. But since Minho wasn’t his real brother... Taemin thought. Does that mean he was allowed to do things like that with Minho? Of course not, that would make him gay right? Taemin was confused, he just didn’t want to be gay. He knew that there was nothing wrong with it, but he just preferred being straight.
“I...I just don’t understand.” Taemin whispered, looking down at his fidgeting hands. Minho raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’m gay... But why do I keep doing these stuff with you, hyung?” He looked up, his eyes questioning. There came silence, Minho wasn’t sure how to answer to this.
“I...uh...” Minho began, “it’s probably just a phase I think? Maybe you’re just a...c-curious t-teenager.” Minho scratched his head, knitting his brows together. “Taemin...” He lifted Taemin’s chin up with his fingers and closed in on him. “If you’re sure that you’re not... You know... Gay, then there is absolutely nothing to worry about okay?” Then Taemin thought about it, and something dawned to him.
“H-honestly...? I... am not sure anymore.” Taemin said, “If I want to kiss you, does that mean I’m gay then?” Minho looked at Taemin.
“Well...” Minho thought about it, “Is it only me you want kiss...? Or do you find other guys attractive too?” Taemin shook his head, and blushed.
“J-just... You actually.” Taemin tried to turn away, but he was still held by the chin.
“Then... Maybe, you’re not gay.” Minho said. Taemin was relieved now. So he can do all those things he wanted to do with Minho and not have to be gay. He just didn’t find any other guys attractive. He was more interested in girls rather than guys, if he was to care about it at all that is. Taemin planted a smile on his face and something else occurred to him. He had been so worried about himself that he had no time to question Minho at all.
“Hyung?” Taemin muttered, “Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?” Minho replied, not quite sure what was to come. Taemin stared at his feet, also not quite sure whether he wanted to know or not.
“Well... Since you kissed me and let me hug you... a-and sit on your lap...” Taemin said quietly, face reddening, “Does that mean you like me?” He looked up to see Minho staring at him, still gripping Taemin firmly by the shoulders. He slowly pulled Taemin towards him and smiled.
“Well, Taemin...” Minho began, “What do you think?” He finally took Taemin into his arms and held him tight. Taemin breathing into Minho’s neck smiled.
“I don’t know hyung,” Taemin feigned innocence, “T-tell me...” He kissed Minho’s collarbones and at an achingly slow pace, working his way up. Taemin heard his hyung breathed in and out deeply.
“T-taemin...” Minho called Taemin’s name softly, “...You should s-stop.” At that, Taemin whined a little but didn’t stop. He worked his way up to Minho’s chin and the side of his hyung’s lips, achingly close.
“Answer me, hyung...” He looked into Minho’s eyes with his face hovering millimeters away. Minho did not answer, but was the one who closed the distance between them with a soft, gentle kiss.