Summer Dreams - Part 2/3
Title: Summer Dreams
Pairing: 2min
Rating: G
Summary: It's summertime.
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"Look, it's an elephant!" Taemin exclaimed, pointing to a large fluffy cloud above them. They lay side by side on the checkered picnic blanket, watching the clouds drift slowly across the bright, blue sky. Once the sun had reached its
sweltering peak, the two had taken refuge under the cool shade of a large maple.
"No it's not," Minho responded. "It's more like...a blob with a bigger blob attached to one end."
Taemin sighed exasperatedly. "Of course they're all blobs, but you're supposed to use your imagination," he said, opening his hands outward to form a rainbow in the air in front of him. "Imagination, hyung." Sometimes, his hyung was as boring and uncreative as Squidward.
"Give that one a try," Taemin insisted, pointing to a smaller cloud to their right.
"Uhh, it looks like...you actually," Minho said hesitantly.
"What?!"
"Well, it's kind of round, and mushroom-like..." Minho trailed off when he caught sight of Taemin's sour expression.
Taemin glared at his hyung, puffing up his cheeks in indignation like an overstuffed chipmunk. "I do not look like a mushroom."
Minho let out a snort. "Yeah you kind of do, Minnie," he replied with a pointed glance at Taemin's hair. As if sensing Taemin's growing irritation, he added, "Think of it as a compliment. Mushrooms are small and cute and..."
"And edible," Taemin grumbled, thinking of the mushroom soup that Key-umma always made for Jonghyun-appa. "I don't want to be small and cute, I want to grow up to be as tall and strong as you, hyung." He was sick of being called a cutie-pie by his umma's friends and being too weak to unscrew juice bottles by himself.
His hyung gave him a smile, and patted his hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll catch up soon, especially at the rate you're going through all that banana milk."
"Really?" Taemin asked hopefully and when Minho nodded, quickly swore to drink an extra bottle every day.
A comfortable, peaceful silence fell as the warm air cast a spell of drowsiness upon them. Combined with the sandwiches and Key-umma's chocolate-chip cookies stuffed in his belly, Taemin knew sleep was but minutes away.
"Minnie?"
"Hmm?" Taemin murmured sleepily.
Minho raised an arm and pointed to the sky. "Look, the mushroom turned into a heart."
Taemin opened his eyes and glanced up. The small, round puff of white had indeed elongated, forming rounded sides that tapered to a point at its base.
"It's pretty," he said. His umma had always told him to look for signs and had stressed that seeing hearts meant that he was surrounded by people who loved him.
Whenever you come across a heart, be sure to express your own feelings to those around you...
"Hyung, I love you," Taemin said softly. It was the truth. His hyung was not only his best friend, but also his big brother and occasional protector. Life without Minho-hyung simply wouldn't be same.
Through his drooping eyes, he registered the look of surprise on Minho's face. For half a second, he was afraid that his hyung didn't reciprocate his feelings and was relieved when Minho uttered a soft "love you, too".
Smiling, Taemin allowed himself to drift off to dreamland, pleased with the thought that Minho really, truly cared about him.
***
Hyung, I love you.
Taemin's words rang in Minho's ear over and over again. He shook his head to clear his jumbled thoughts. The boy was ten years old, fine, eleven in a few weeks, but nevertheless much too young to understand the kind of love that Minho had in mind. He sat up, sighed, then flopped down onto the blanket, wincing a little when he hit the hard ground.
Taemin was simply being honest, and couldn't be blamed for the turmoil that had swept through his mind. He stole a glance at the sleeping boy, curled up beside him. The rays of sun that filtered through the canopy of leaves above them caught the streaks of gold in his messy, caramel-coloured hair and illuminated his lashes, so long that they lightly grazed his rosy cheeks. His soft, full mouth was pulled up slightly at the corners in a small smile. Taemin looked so innocent, so delicate, and most importantly, so vulnerable that Minho felt the urge to hold him in his arms, shield him from the world's evils and never let him go.
Minho dragged his eyes away and forced himself to concentrate on something other than his best friend. It was no use. He had to physically get away from the boy before he did something he would regret. As he made to get up, he suddenly felt a hand tightly grasp the hem of his t-shirt.
"Don't go," Taemin whispered in a small voice, his brows furrowed above his closed eyes.
Minho froze, then slowly lowered himself back down. Well, there was no escaping now. Unconsciously, he reached out and pressed his unsteady fingers lightly on the crease between Taemin's eyebrows, hoping he could smooth the frown away. He hated it whenever Taemin was not his cheerful, grinning self. As soon as he realized what he had done, he snatched back his hand, appalled by his own lack of discipline.
"Minho, chill out," he muttered to himself. "Minnie's your friend, your little brother and a boy for god's sake...even if he does look like a girl sometimes." He hated to admit it, but Taemin was probably prettier than all the girls in his class, even without cross-dressing.
Sighing loudly, Minho pulled viciously at the grass by his feet. His gaze fell on the clusters of yellow dandelions sprouting out of the ground. Making chains of flowers (or in this case, weeds) was something so girly he would never have considered it under normal circumstances, but he really needed to keep his hands occupied before they unwittingly came in contact with Taemin again.
He got to work, plucking out the dandelions with the longest stems and awkwardly tying them together, his long fingers fumbling with the knots. It was strangely calming, almost therapeutic and he managed to keep his thoughts away from Taemin.
"What are you doing, hyung?"
Minho jumped, as if he had been caught playing with Barbies or something equally incriminating.
"Uh, I made this for you," he answered in a rush, quickly tossing the long yellow chain to Taemin as if it were a lit firecracker. Taemin slowly raised himself up, and took the strand gently in his hands.
"Thank you," he said, voice a little raspy from sleep and gazed up at Minho with his large eyes. "That was really nice of you."
Minho nodded curtly, swallowed and looked away. If he wasn't careful, he was going to drown in those long-lashed, chocolate-brown eyes and do something more than just hold him in his arms.
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Pairing: 2min
Rating: G
Summary: It's summertime.
previous part
"Look, it's an elephant!" Taemin exclaimed, pointing to a large fluffy cloud above them. They lay side by side on the checkered picnic blanket, watching the clouds drift slowly across the bright, blue sky. Once the sun had reached its
sweltering peak, the two had taken refuge under the cool shade of a large maple.
"No it's not," Minho responded. "It's more like...a blob with a bigger blob attached to one end."
Taemin sighed exasperatedly. "Of course they're all blobs, but you're supposed to use your imagination," he said, opening his hands outward to form a rainbow in the air in front of him. "Imagination, hyung." Sometimes, his hyung was as boring and uncreative as Squidward.
"Give that one a try," Taemin insisted, pointing to a smaller cloud to their right.
"Uhh, it looks like...you actually," Minho said hesitantly.
"What?!"
"Well, it's kind of round, and mushroom-like..." Minho trailed off when he caught sight of Taemin's sour expression.
Taemin glared at his hyung, puffing up his cheeks in indignation like an overstuffed chipmunk. "I do not look like a mushroom."
Minho let out a snort. "Yeah you kind of do, Minnie," he replied with a pointed glance at Taemin's hair. As if sensing Taemin's growing irritation, he added, "Think of it as a compliment. Mushrooms are small and cute and..."
"And edible," Taemin grumbled, thinking of the mushroom soup that Key-umma always made for Jonghyun-appa. "I don't want to be small and cute, I want to grow up to be as tall and strong as you, hyung." He was sick of being called a cutie-pie by his umma's friends and being too weak to unscrew juice bottles by himself.
His hyung gave him a smile, and patted his hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll catch up soon, especially at the rate you're going through all that banana milk."
"Really?" Taemin asked hopefully and when Minho nodded, quickly swore to drink an extra bottle every day.
A comfortable, peaceful silence fell as the warm air cast a spell of drowsiness upon them. Combined with the sandwiches and Key-umma's chocolate-chip cookies stuffed in his belly, Taemin knew sleep was but minutes away.
"Minnie?"
"Hmm?" Taemin murmured sleepily.
Minho raised an arm and pointed to the sky. "Look, the mushroom turned into a heart."
Taemin opened his eyes and glanced up. The small, round puff of white had indeed elongated, forming rounded sides that tapered to a point at its base.
"It's pretty," he said. His umma had always told him to look for signs and had stressed that seeing hearts meant that he was surrounded by people who loved him.
Whenever you come across a heart, be sure to express your own feelings to those around you...
"Hyung, I love you," Taemin said softly. It was the truth. His hyung was not only his best friend, but also his big brother and occasional protector. Life without Minho-hyung simply wouldn't be same.
Through his drooping eyes, he registered the look of surprise on Minho's face. For half a second, he was afraid that his hyung didn't reciprocate his feelings and was relieved when Minho uttered a soft "love you, too".
Smiling, Taemin allowed himself to drift off to dreamland, pleased with the thought that Minho really, truly cared about him.
***
Hyung, I love you.
Taemin's words rang in Minho's ear over and over again. He shook his head to clear his jumbled thoughts. The boy was ten years old, fine, eleven in a few weeks, but nevertheless much too young to understand the kind of love that Minho had in mind. He sat up, sighed, then flopped down onto the blanket, wincing a little when he hit the hard ground.
Taemin was simply being honest, and couldn't be blamed for the turmoil that had swept through his mind. He stole a glance at the sleeping boy, curled up beside him. The rays of sun that filtered through the canopy of leaves above them caught the streaks of gold in his messy, caramel-coloured hair and illuminated his lashes, so long that they lightly grazed his rosy cheeks. His soft, full mouth was pulled up slightly at the corners in a small smile. Taemin looked so innocent, so delicate, and most importantly, so vulnerable that Minho felt the urge to hold him in his arms, shield him from the world's evils and never let him go.
Minho dragged his eyes away and forced himself to concentrate on something other than his best friend. It was no use. He had to physically get away from the boy before he did something he would regret. As he made to get up, he suddenly felt a hand tightly grasp the hem of his t-shirt.
"Don't go," Taemin whispered in a small voice, his brows furrowed above his closed eyes.
Minho froze, then slowly lowered himself back down. Well, there was no escaping now. Unconsciously, he reached out and pressed his unsteady fingers lightly on the crease between Taemin's eyebrows, hoping he could smooth the frown away. He hated it whenever Taemin was not his cheerful, grinning self. As soon as he realized what he had done, he snatched back his hand, appalled by his own lack of discipline.
"Minho, chill out," he muttered to himself. "Minnie's your friend, your little brother and a boy for god's sake...even if he does look like a girl sometimes." He hated to admit it, but Taemin was probably prettier than all the girls in his class, even without cross-dressing.
Sighing loudly, Minho pulled viciously at the grass by his feet. His gaze fell on the clusters of yellow dandelions sprouting out of the ground. Making chains of flowers (or in this case, weeds) was something so girly he would never have considered it under normal circumstances, but he really needed to keep his hands occupied before they unwittingly came in contact with Taemin again.
He got to work, plucking out the dandelions with the longest stems and awkwardly tying them together, his long fingers fumbling with the knots. It was strangely calming, almost therapeutic and he managed to keep his thoughts away from Taemin.
"What are you doing, hyung?"
Minho jumped, as if he had been caught playing with Barbies or something equally incriminating.
"Uh, I made this for you," he answered in a rush, quickly tossing the long yellow chain to Taemin as if it were a lit firecracker. Taemin slowly raised himself up, and took the strand gently in his hands.
"Thank you," he said, voice a little raspy from sleep and gazed up at Minho with his large eyes. "That was really nice of you."
Minho nodded curtly, swallowed and looked away. If he wasn't careful, he was going to drown in those long-lashed, chocolate-brown eyes and do something more than just hold him in his arms.
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