15. Wordless
Title: Wordless
Rating: G
Pairing: 2min
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 642
Summary: Taemin and Minho don't need words.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here.
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Taemin couldn’t think straight, not really. Not when he’d gotten a text from his hyung, saying that he’d touched down in Korea a couple of minutes ago. He couldn’t think straight when only images of his best friend, his hyung occupied his mind; thoughts of his lover raced through his brain. He couldn’t think straight when all he could think of was ‘Minho, Minho, Minho’.
The teen wheezed and panted, his blonde hair flying about in the wind, slapping his cheeks occasionally. He squinted, the dim, yellowish pools of light from the lamp posts not helping much in the darkness. His legs had started to ache as he passed by signs with the words ‘Incheon International Airport’ painted on, as he passed by bright lights and whizzed past vehicles on his trusty old bike. He wondered if he should have called for a cab, considering the distance and that he had school the following day, but shook his head, grinning to himself. A cab would have taken too long and traffic was a bitch. And the idea- the idea of meeting Minho again after a long, grueling year had excited him far too much.
Getting closer to his destination, Taemin started to panic. What if Minho wasn’t there, what if he looked like shit, what if he smelt and reeked of sweat, what if Minho hadn’t recognized him, what if, what if. What if Minho didn’t love him anymore?
He wasn’t quite sure if he was sweating from the fright, from the excitement or from the exercise he just had, when he cycled by a few doors, trying to search for the gate Minho said he would be near, discarding his bicycle - though not in a crowded area - when he found it. Staring at his reflection in the glass, he fixed his hair a little, a string of profanities escaping his lips before he dashed through the automatic doors, the hair he’d arranged neatly only moments before flying all over again.
Ignoring the ache in his legs, he ran about the grounds, looking for the familiar, wavy brown hair; the broad, muscular shoulders he’d come to miss holding onto; that strangely frog-like yet charming face he loved too much. Digging his phone from the pocket of his coat, he felt around for the number ‘1’ he abused too often, the number he’d set for Minho’s speed dial, only to realize that he didn’t need to call the older man.
“Minho,” Taemin breathed before he stumbled forwards, before slowly walking straight, eyes locked upon the older man’s back. He wasn’t sure when he’d started running, until the sound of his soles against the cold, tiled floor of the airport echoed, until Minho spun around, that infuriating smirk on his face again, arms out stretched and just waiting for Taemin to jump into his embrace, something Taemin gladly did.
It felt like heaven again for both parties - Minho’s arms tightly wound around Taemin’s waist, Taemin’s arms around Minho’s neck, each inhaling each other’s scent, and it was just perfect. Pulling away, the two stared at each other’s face, Taemin’s hands finding its way to his lovers’ cheeks, stroking the skin gently. He was smiling widely then, as did Minho, and he was certain he’d feel the pain in his jaws later on, but he decided it was worth it.
The pair stood among the crowd without speaking, simply staring at each other, Minho leaning into Taemin’s touch, unwinding an arm from the shorter boy’s waist to cup the hand on his cheek.
Taemin and Minho didn’t need words. They didn’t need words to tell each other how much they’d missed the other’s presence; they didn’t need words to convey their feelings; they certainly did not need words to tell each other how much they loved one another, as they learned in for a kiss.
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I'm terribly sorry for the lack of updates, ack! Hopefully I'll be able to update after studio project, which would end this week. ;u; I have a couple of fics on hand, and I'm starting on a chaptered fic soon, so I hope that you guys will bear with me till then!
Lots of love,
Allena.
Rating: G
Pairing: 2min
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 642
Summary: Taemin and Minho don't need words.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here.
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Taemin couldn’t think straight, not really. Not when he’d gotten a text from his hyung, saying that he’d touched down in Korea a couple of minutes ago. He couldn’t think straight when only images of his best friend, his hyung occupied his mind; thoughts of his lover raced through his brain. He couldn’t think straight when all he could think of was ‘Minho, Minho, Minho’.
The teen wheezed and panted, his blonde hair flying about in the wind, slapping his cheeks occasionally. He squinted, the dim, yellowish pools of light from the lamp posts not helping much in the darkness. His legs had started to ache as he passed by signs with the words ‘Incheon International Airport’ painted on, as he passed by bright lights and whizzed past vehicles on his trusty old bike. He wondered if he should have called for a cab, considering the distance and that he had school the following day, but shook his head, grinning to himself. A cab would have taken too long and traffic was a bitch. And the idea- the idea of meeting Minho again after a long, grueling year had excited him far too much.
Getting closer to his destination, Taemin started to panic. What if Minho wasn’t there, what if he looked like shit, what if he smelt and reeked of sweat, what if Minho hadn’t recognized him, what if, what if. What if Minho didn’t love him anymore?
He wasn’t quite sure if he was sweating from the fright, from the excitement or from the exercise he just had, when he cycled by a few doors, trying to search for the gate Minho said he would be near, discarding his bicycle - though not in a crowded area - when he found it. Staring at his reflection in the glass, he fixed his hair a little, a string of profanities escaping his lips before he dashed through the automatic doors, the hair he’d arranged neatly only moments before flying all over again.
Ignoring the ache in his legs, he ran about the grounds, looking for the familiar, wavy brown hair; the broad, muscular shoulders he’d come to miss holding onto; that strangely frog-like yet charming face he loved too much. Digging his phone from the pocket of his coat, he felt around for the number ‘1’ he abused too often, the number he’d set for Minho’s speed dial, only to realize that he didn’t need to call the older man.
“Minho,” Taemin breathed before he stumbled forwards, before slowly walking straight, eyes locked upon the older man’s back. He wasn’t sure when he’d started running, until the sound of his soles against the cold, tiled floor of the airport echoed, until Minho spun around, that infuriating smirk on his face again, arms out stretched and just waiting for Taemin to jump into his embrace, something Taemin gladly did.
It felt like heaven again for both parties - Minho’s arms tightly wound around Taemin’s waist, Taemin’s arms around Minho’s neck, each inhaling each other’s scent, and it was just perfect. Pulling away, the two stared at each other’s face, Taemin’s hands finding its way to his lovers’ cheeks, stroking the skin gently. He was smiling widely then, as did Minho, and he was certain he’d feel the pain in his jaws later on, but he decided it was worth it.
The pair stood among the crowd without speaking, simply staring at each other, Minho leaning into Taemin’s touch, unwinding an arm from the shorter boy’s waist to cup the hand on his cheek.
Taemin and Minho didn’t need words. They didn’t need words to tell each other how much they’d missed the other’s presence; they didn’t need words to convey their feelings; they certainly did not need words to tell each other how much they loved one another, as they learned in for a kiss.
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I'm terribly sorry for the lack of updates, ack! Hopefully I'll be able to update after studio project, which would end this week. ;u; I have a couple of fics on hand, and I'm starting on a chaptered fic soon, so I hope that you guys will bear with me till then!
Lots of love,
Allena.