Summer Dreams - Part 1/3
Title: Summer Dreams
Pairing: 2min
Rating: G
Summary: It's summertime.
"Please, umma?" Taemin pleaded. The ten-year-old was finishing his daily glass of milk, the bright morning sun streaming through the kitchen windows. He opened his eyes as far as they would go, hoping his cute-doe-eyed-look would convince his mother to allow him to play outside for the day.
Key-umma sighed, wiping his hands on his flowery apron. "Alright, but make sure to stay in the park. And put on sunscreen every hour. And don't talk to strangers or follow them, even if they offer you candy."
Taemin nodded his head vigorously, his bangs flopping over his eyes. "Don't worry. I'll stay with Minho-hyung at all times."
His mother gave him an affectionate pat on the head, handing him his favourite lemon-yellow Spongebob backpack.
"I've packed some juice and cookies. Be sure to share with that nice friend of yours."
Taemin barely heard his mother's parting remarks as he had already dashed out the door and was racing across the pristine lawn towards Minho's house. Standing on his tippy-toes, he just managed to press the doorbell, then waited, literally bouncing with excitement. He, Taemin, was going to spend a whole day with his favorite hyung.
The door was opened by a sleepy-looking Minho who had evidently just rolled out of bed. He was still in his pajamas, his short, dark hair standing up in all directions and a bit of drool trailing down his chin. Squinting at Taemin, he grumbled "What are you doing here so early?"
The younger boy smiled brightly. "Umma said I could play with you today, hyung."
"I don't want to play," Minho replied bluntly, frowning in annoyance. "Now go away. I want to sleep."
Even though he knew Hyung was grumpy because it was morning, Taemin's insides squeezed painfully from Minho's words. Telling himself not to be a crybaby, he bit his lip to keep it from quivering and blinked to keep the tears from spilling over.
His hyung sighed loudly, as he always did whenever he gave in. "Fine. Just let me go get ready."
In a flash, the angelic smile returned to Taemin's face and he trotted after Minho into the house, the very image of a puppy who had just been granted a treat.
***
"Can we fly your kite, hyung?" Taemin asked through a mouthful of toast stolen from Minho's plate.
Minho paused his pillaging of the cupboards (with Taemin, one always needed enough food to feed a small army to keep the boy satisfied) and answered,
"There's no wind today."
"There might be, if I wish really, really hard," Taemin said seriously. True to his word, the younger boy screwed up his eyes, clasped his hands together and began muttering nonsensical words under his breath.
Minho rolled his eyes. His dongsaeng was quite the little oddball sometimes. Nonetheless, he acquiesced and stuffed the plastic kite in his bag along with an assortment of toys and foodstuff.
They finally set off, Taemin skipping ahead while Minho trudged behind, weighed down by his giant backpack. Together, they hiked over a grassy hill and arrived at the playground. With a joyful cry, Taemin bounded towards the swing set as Minho dumped their bags by the park bench.
"Come and push me, hyung!" Taemin called out, wriggling like a fish out of water on the swing. Minho obliged, smiling as Taemin shrieked in excitement at the first push.
The morning passed away in the blink of an eye. Together, they explored the slides and jungle gym, built castles in the sand and took turns on the swing set. Exhausted, Minho flopped down in the shade, sweat-drenched and sore from running around after Taemin. Even Taemin, with his seemingly limitless energy, was drooping a little.
"Hyung, I'm hungry," Taemin pouted, settling himself down beside Minho, resting the back of his head against the tree trunk. "Feed me…"
"You're not a baby," Minho said. "Feed yourself."
"But hyung…I'm tired," Taemin continued to whine, his head dropping onto Minho's shoulder in fatigue.
Sighing, Minho reached for his knapsack and unpacked their rations. "Here," he grunted, passing him the bottle of banana milk he had especially brought for Taemin.
As expected, Taemin's face lit up like a Christmas tree, his mouth widening into a brilliant smile.
"Thank you, hyung!" he cried out happily, throwing his skinny arms around Minho, who was rather embarrassed by the gesture. It was only banana milk after all.
The younger boy began slurping happily away, pausing only when there was but a mouthful left.
"Minho-hyung," he said slowly, almost reluctantly, "Do you want to try some?"
Minho raised an eyebrow, glancing at the dregs of milk remaining in the bottle.
"Nah, I'm good. You finish it," he answered with a smile, knowing it took a lot for the boy to give up his most beloved beverage.
Taemin shook his head forcefully, his caramel-coloured hair whipping his face and held the drink out before Minho. "Umma always said sharing is caring, and I really really care about you, hyung," he said in a resolute tone.
Minho stared into his wide, chocolate-brown eyes, which were filled with complete sincerity. For some reason, Minho's insides warmed a little at his words. Of course, he knew Taemin only meant it as a friend, but his pure, honest feelings struck something within Minho's heart.
Leaning forward, Minho took a sip and tried not to think about the fact that they had just shared their first, albeit indirect, kiss…
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Pairing: 2min
Rating: G
Summary: It's summertime.
"Please, umma?" Taemin pleaded. The ten-year-old was finishing his daily glass of milk, the bright morning sun streaming through the kitchen windows. He opened his eyes as far as they would go, hoping his cute-doe-eyed-look would convince his mother to allow him to play outside for the day.
Key-umma sighed, wiping his hands on his flowery apron. "Alright, but make sure to stay in the park. And put on sunscreen every hour. And don't talk to strangers or follow them, even if they offer you candy."
Taemin nodded his head vigorously, his bangs flopping over his eyes. "Don't worry. I'll stay with Minho-hyung at all times."
His mother gave him an affectionate pat on the head, handing him his favourite lemon-yellow Spongebob backpack.
"I've packed some juice and cookies. Be sure to share with that nice friend of yours."
Taemin barely heard his mother's parting remarks as he had already dashed out the door and was racing across the pristine lawn towards Minho's house. Standing on his tippy-toes, he just managed to press the doorbell, then waited, literally bouncing with excitement. He, Taemin, was going to spend a whole day with his favorite hyung.
The door was opened by a sleepy-looking Minho who had evidently just rolled out of bed. He was still in his pajamas, his short, dark hair standing up in all directions and a bit of drool trailing down his chin. Squinting at Taemin, he grumbled "What are you doing here so early?"
The younger boy smiled brightly. "Umma said I could play with you today, hyung."
"I don't want to play," Minho replied bluntly, frowning in annoyance. "Now go away. I want to sleep."
Even though he knew Hyung was grumpy because it was morning, Taemin's insides squeezed painfully from Minho's words. Telling himself not to be a crybaby, he bit his lip to keep it from quivering and blinked to keep the tears from spilling over.
His hyung sighed loudly, as he always did whenever he gave in. "Fine. Just let me go get ready."
In a flash, the angelic smile returned to Taemin's face and he trotted after Minho into the house, the very image of a puppy who had just been granted a treat.
***
"Can we fly your kite, hyung?" Taemin asked through a mouthful of toast stolen from Minho's plate.
Minho paused his pillaging of the cupboards (with Taemin, one always needed enough food to feed a small army to keep the boy satisfied) and answered,
"There's no wind today."
"There might be, if I wish really, really hard," Taemin said seriously. True to his word, the younger boy screwed up his eyes, clasped his hands together and began muttering nonsensical words under his breath.
Minho rolled his eyes. His dongsaeng was quite the little oddball sometimes. Nonetheless, he acquiesced and stuffed the plastic kite in his bag along with an assortment of toys and foodstuff.
They finally set off, Taemin skipping ahead while Minho trudged behind, weighed down by his giant backpack. Together, they hiked over a grassy hill and arrived at the playground. With a joyful cry, Taemin bounded towards the swing set as Minho dumped their bags by the park bench.
"Come and push me, hyung!" Taemin called out, wriggling like a fish out of water on the swing. Minho obliged, smiling as Taemin shrieked in excitement at the first push.
The morning passed away in the blink of an eye. Together, they explored the slides and jungle gym, built castles in the sand and took turns on the swing set. Exhausted, Minho flopped down in the shade, sweat-drenched and sore from running around after Taemin. Even Taemin, with his seemingly limitless energy, was drooping a little.
"Hyung, I'm hungry," Taemin pouted, settling himself down beside Minho, resting the back of his head against the tree trunk. "Feed me…"
"You're not a baby," Minho said. "Feed yourself."
"But hyung…I'm tired," Taemin continued to whine, his head dropping onto Minho's shoulder in fatigue.
Sighing, Minho reached for his knapsack and unpacked their rations. "Here," he grunted, passing him the bottle of banana milk he had especially brought for Taemin.
As expected, Taemin's face lit up like a Christmas tree, his mouth widening into a brilliant smile.
"Thank you, hyung!" he cried out happily, throwing his skinny arms around Minho, who was rather embarrassed by the gesture. It was only banana milk after all.
The younger boy began slurping happily away, pausing only when there was but a mouthful left.
"Minho-hyung," he said slowly, almost reluctantly, "Do you want to try some?"
Minho raised an eyebrow, glancing at the dregs of milk remaining in the bottle.
"Nah, I'm good. You finish it," he answered with a smile, knowing it took a lot for the boy to give up his most beloved beverage.
Taemin shook his head forcefully, his caramel-coloured hair whipping his face and held the drink out before Minho. "Umma always said sharing is caring, and I really really care about you, hyung," he said in a resolute tone.
Minho stared into his wide, chocolate-brown eyes, which were filled with complete sincerity. For some reason, Minho's insides warmed a little at his words. Of course, he knew Taemin only meant it as a friend, but his pure, honest feelings struck something within Minho's heart.
Leaning forward, Minho took a sip and tried not to think about the fact that they had just shared their first, albeit indirect, kiss…
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