Burn 2/? (Taemin/Minho)
Title: Burn
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: none....don't hurt me too bad ;D
Paring: Taemin/Minho (2Min)
Rating: R
Summary: It's the slow fires you have to watch for. Those are the ones that burn the longest. Those are the ones that do the most damage.
CH1
A/N: Written for ippeun_nuna who wanted a little non-AU 2Min love. I hope you like this chapter bb!
A/N2: I wrote this on my phone and realized halfway through that it was on UK English, so there might be some random spelling differences on certain words.
4 days passed. 4 days in which Minho avoided all physical contact with Taemin. 4 days of shuffling past the maknae quickly, of ducking behind his hyungs when the dancer got too close, and stealing glances when he thought no one was looking.
Taemin, however, was looking. Well not so much looking as feeling. 4 days and he felt the pressure of the wedge Minho was driving between them start to erode his sanity. He wanted so badly to speak to the rapper, to touch him; but the older boy was skilled in avoidance. Taemin just knew that if something didn't happen soon, he was going to end up doing something very inappropriate; probably in a public setting.
By some stroke of luck he and Minho were scheduleless on the 5th day. By the time Minho had realised this and made to flee the dorm, he found that all of his shoes had gone missing.
"What the hell?" Minho spoke aloud to the air; startled when he heard light laughter behind him.
He turned slowly to see an impish smile on Taemin's face. Minho gulped down the sudden nervousness that was igniting in his stomach. All he had to do was locate one pair of shoes and then he could escape temptation.
"Uh, Min, have you seen my shoes?" The older boy questioned.
Taemin gave a small giggle before his face turned dark.
"I took them. Why are you avoiding me?" His voice was sharp, undertones of desperation playing around the edges.
A smarter man would've taken this tone as a warning; answering the question, but Minho was not a smarter man.
"You took my shoes?? What right do you have to touch my stuff??!"
"I took them so you couldn't run away. You didn't answer my question. Furthermore, what the FUCK gives you the right to play with peoples feelings???" Taemin's face was shifting back and forth from icy glares to rage to sadness.
Minho physically stepped back. The younger boy's words had hit him like a wrecking ball. He really hadn't thought that Taemin had felt as intensely as was now apparent.
"I wasn't...I didn't mean....fuck." Minho stuttered out as he rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry."
Taemin's face immediately drained of all color and emotion. He wrapped his arms around his own waist protectively before asking his next question. He wasn't even sure if he wanted clarification on it, but he pressed on with shaky breaths nonetheless.
"Sorry that you kissed me?"
Minho's head snapped up sharply; his panicked eyes taking in Taemin's small form. He swiftly moved to where the other was standing and forced the dancer to meet his eyes.
"I will never be sorry about that. I'm sorry that I didn't realize I was upsetting you. That wasn't my intention. I honestly thought maybe I'd freaked you out." He finished with a small smile.
Taemin looked up at Minho with a watery gaze. "Sometimes you are really stupid, but you're good looking so I suppose that makes up for some of it." He teased.
"Hey! I'm no stu- wait. Did you just say I was good looking?"
"Yeobo, stop while you're ahead." Taemin giggled as he threaded a hand through the rappers hair; caressing it gently.
Minho's eyes went molten, like liquid gold. "Say it again." he commanded in honeyed tones.
"Aish, fine. You're good lo-" Taemin was quickly silenced by a finger over his lips.
"No. The part where you called me 'Yeobo'." The smile on Minho's face was the personification of joy; teeth bright and eyes gleaming.
"Oh that. Yeobo." The dancer whispered.
Minho's mouth came down gently upon Taemin's. He took his time in savoring the feeling of soft, plush lips against his own. Their bodies melded against one another. Curves and sharp edges clicking together like some new-age Rubik's cube being solved for the first time. Hands clung along shoulders and necks as tongues wandered out to devour one another. Heartbeats increasing and temperatures rising as lips moved to play upon delicate flesh and teeth scraped along jawlines.
They broke their kiss, foreheads touching; breath coming out in long, hot pants across each other's faces. Minho clasped their hands together as he looked into Taemin's eyes.
He was about to speak but a shrill ring cut through the peaceful air. He picked up his phone, eyes still on Taemin. The younger boy noticed when Minho's gaze suddenly became devoid of it's previous glitter.
Minho hung up his phone and looked pitching at the dancer.
"Jinki-hyung isn't feeling well, so they want me to fill in for his last schedule today. I have to be ready in 15 minutes."
Taemin nodded mutely as he trailed a hand down the side of Minho's face. He sighed deeply before going to the kitchen and pulling a trash
bag full of Nikes out from under the sink.
Minho tried to hold back his laughter. "You hid them under the kitchen sink?"
"Would you have looked there?" Taemin challenged with an arched brow.
"No." Minho admitted thoughtfully. He rarely touched anything in the kitchen for fear of Key's spatula of death if anything was out of place.
"Exactly. Don't question my methods." Taemin asserted.
"Never again, yeobo." Minho cooed as he muzzled against Taemin's neck.
"Mmm, you're going to be late." Taemin prodded as he extracted himself from the taller boy's embrace.
"One day, Lee Jinki, I'm going to repay you for this..." Minho stated ominously as he went off to his room to change, leaving a very giggly Taemin in he kitchen.
Tbc...
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: none....don't hurt me too bad ;D
Paring: Taemin/Minho (2Min)
Rating: R
Summary: It's the slow fires you have to watch for. Those are the ones that burn the longest. Those are the ones that do the most damage.
CH1
A/N: Written for ippeun_nuna who wanted a little non-AU 2Min love. I hope you like this chapter bb!
A/N2: I wrote this on my phone and realized halfway through that it was on UK English, so there might be some random spelling differences on certain words.
4 days passed. 4 days in which Minho avoided all physical contact with Taemin. 4 days of shuffling past the maknae quickly, of ducking behind his hyungs when the dancer got too close, and stealing glances when he thought no one was looking.
Taemin, however, was looking. Well not so much looking as feeling. 4 days and he felt the pressure of the wedge Minho was driving between them start to erode his sanity. He wanted so badly to speak to the rapper, to touch him; but the older boy was skilled in avoidance. Taemin just knew that if something didn't happen soon, he was going to end up doing something very inappropriate; probably in a public setting.
By some stroke of luck he and Minho were scheduleless on the 5th day. By the time Minho had realised this and made to flee the dorm, he found that all of his shoes had gone missing.
"What the hell?" Minho spoke aloud to the air; startled when he heard light laughter behind him.
He turned slowly to see an impish smile on Taemin's face. Minho gulped down the sudden nervousness that was igniting in his stomach. All he had to do was locate one pair of shoes and then he could escape temptation.
"Uh, Min, have you seen my shoes?" The older boy questioned.
Taemin gave a small giggle before his face turned dark.
"I took them. Why are you avoiding me?" His voice was sharp, undertones of desperation playing around the edges.
A smarter man would've taken this tone as a warning; answering the question, but Minho was not a smarter man.
"You took my shoes?? What right do you have to touch my stuff??!"
"I took them so you couldn't run away. You didn't answer my question. Furthermore, what the FUCK gives you the right to play with peoples feelings???" Taemin's face was shifting back and forth from icy glares to rage to sadness.
Minho physically stepped back. The younger boy's words had hit him like a wrecking ball. He really hadn't thought that Taemin had felt as intensely as was now apparent.
"I wasn't...I didn't mean....fuck." Minho stuttered out as he rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry."
Taemin's face immediately drained of all color and emotion. He wrapped his arms around his own waist protectively before asking his next question. He wasn't even sure if he wanted clarification on it, but he pressed on with shaky breaths nonetheless.
"Sorry that you kissed me?"
Minho's head snapped up sharply; his panicked eyes taking in Taemin's small form. He swiftly moved to where the other was standing and forced the dancer to meet his eyes.
"I will never be sorry about that. I'm sorry that I didn't realize I was upsetting you. That wasn't my intention. I honestly thought maybe I'd freaked you out." He finished with a small smile.
Taemin looked up at Minho with a watery gaze. "Sometimes you are really stupid, but you're good looking so I suppose that makes up for some of it." He teased.
"Hey! I'm no stu- wait. Did you just say I was good looking?"
"Yeobo, stop while you're ahead." Taemin giggled as he threaded a hand through the rappers hair; caressing it gently.
Minho's eyes went molten, like liquid gold. "Say it again." he commanded in honeyed tones.
"Aish, fine. You're good lo-" Taemin was quickly silenced by a finger over his lips.
"No. The part where you called me 'Yeobo'." The smile on Minho's face was the personification of joy; teeth bright and eyes gleaming.
"Oh that. Yeobo." The dancer whispered.
Minho's mouth came down gently upon Taemin's. He took his time in savoring the feeling of soft, plush lips against his own. Their bodies melded against one another. Curves and sharp edges clicking together like some new-age Rubik's cube being solved for the first time. Hands clung along shoulders and necks as tongues wandered out to devour one another. Heartbeats increasing and temperatures rising as lips moved to play upon delicate flesh and teeth scraped along jawlines.
They broke their kiss, foreheads touching; breath coming out in long, hot pants across each other's faces. Minho clasped their hands together as he looked into Taemin's eyes.
He was about to speak but a shrill ring cut through the peaceful air. He picked up his phone, eyes still on Taemin. The younger boy noticed when Minho's gaze suddenly became devoid of it's previous glitter.
Minho hung up his phone and looked pitching at the dancer.
"Jinki-hyung isn't feeling well, so they want me to fill in for his last schedule today. I have to be ready in 15 minutes."
Taemin nodded mutely as he trailed a hand down the side of Minho's face. He sighed deeply before going to the kitchen and pulling a trash
bag full of Nikes out from under the sink.
Minho tried to hold back his laughter. "You hid them under the kitchen sink?"
"Would you have looked there?" Taemin challenged with an arched brow.
"No." Minho admitted thoughtfully. He rarely touched anything in the kitchen for fear of Key's spatula of death if anything was out of place.
"Exactly. Don't question my methods." Taemin asserted.
"Never again, yeobo." Minho cooed as he muzzled against Taemin's neck.
"Mmm, you're going to be late." Taemin prodded as he extracted himself from the taller boy's embrace.
"One day, Lee Jinki, I'm going to repay you for this..." Minho stated ominously as he went off to his room to change, leaving a very giggly Taemin in he kitchen.
Tbc...