Winning
sequel to " sorry"
written for taemnee
pg-13
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minho was just angry. there was no two ways about it; he was livid, loathsome, bitter, furious, outraged even. he couldn't stand to watch onew and taemin be so close - he couldn't stand to be left out of taemin's smiles, of taemin's fingers, of taemin's hugs. he couldn't stand that out of everyone in the group he only had key to turn to; jonghyun was busy, onew was the bane of his existence, and taemin seemed to not care. but minho was distressed in turning to key - key, who was just as distraught over his own personal drama.
key, who was there without restriction or even a second thought. key, who had told minho late one night that he needed to be courageous because there was still a chance - key, who confessed in a tiny, scared voice that he knew he could never get with jonghyun, because jonghyun liked women. key, who spoke in that same tiny, scared voice as he told minho that he still had a chance, that he was still very capable of sweeping taemin off his feet, and since when did the flaming charisma minho ever get beaten?
minho wasn't a loser. he was the best, he would always be number one and anything less was just insufferable, unacceptable.
he made his move when he knew taemin couldn't resist it.
on stage, in front of thousands of fans minho was behind taemin, his long fingers creeping up to catch on the collar of the black shirt adorning the maknae's frame. he pulled the collar down and to the side to expose the pale, creamy flesh of taemin's shoulders, he could feel the coiling in the pit of his stomach as the skin was revealed to him, the skin that he'd been denied of for what felt like years. he ached for it, his mouth went dry and yet seemed to salivate at the same time for it. he wanted to kiss it, he wanted to run his lips over the clavicle that was pressing against the pale skin, he wanted pull the shirt off the rest of the way.
but that was as far as he got, as he laughed along with the rest of the group and an embarrassed taemin; the look in taemin's eyes was familiar and that was when minho knew that he was finally closing in on checkmate. moments later the look in onew's eyes as he glanced between taemin in minho - that was the clincher, as minho smirked and pretended to not notice onew, taemin still rather flustered from the incident.
"minho," onew called as soon as they were off stage, in the back rooms as coordi nunas rushed to undress them and get them ready for travel.
minho made a noise to show he was listening as a nuna ripped off his jacket and started to rifle through the clothing rack for a sweater.
onew moved a bit closer, speaking low and a bit awkwardly, "look, i saw... and taemin - well i know that you two - and -"
"hyung," minho glanced over with a small smile, "i'm sorry." he wasn't.
onew gave a relieved smile anyway. "it's fine. but maybe you should apologize to taemin?"
"i will." he wouldn't.
once they were dressed minho sought out taemin like onew suggested, but apologizing was the last thing on his mind. taemin gave a skittish smile, but it was quickly wiped from his lips when he was backed into the wall and minho's arms were on either side of his head. silence reigned as they looked into each other's eyes and minho could hear taemin's heart beat, he could see the pulse jumping in the maknae's slender neck and everything he had wanted to say, everything he could have said, it was all mush, muddled in his brain and he couldn't create a coherent sentence out of it.
he heard onew clear his throat and minho barely spared him a glance, and onew gave a strange smile and a slight bow, as he wandered over to where key was complaining about the type of hair spray the stylist nuna used. minho returned his attention to taemin, who was looking after onew with a rather sad expression, before the rapper pressed closer and the blond gasped, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at minho with wide, apprehensive eyes.
"hyung..." the word was hushed, revered, and sounded just like it used to when it fell from those plump lips.
closing the distance between them, minho kissed taemin like he had never kissed him before, uncaring of the gasping nunas and the choking onew and the laughing key, uncaring of his phone vibrating in his pocket with an incoming call most likely from his brother. all he cared about, all he knew about was the way taemin's lips molded against his own, the way taemin's slender arms wrapped around his broad shoulders to clutch onto his jacket with frail fingers.
as his tongue pushed into taemin's mouth and key distracted onew with a hair brush, minho inwardly smirked.
no, he could never be beat.
written for taemnee
pg-13
--
minho was just angry. there was no two ways about it; he was livid, loathsome, bitter, furious, outraged even. he couldn't stand to watch onew and taemin be so close - he couldn't stand to be left out of taemin's smiles, of taemin's fingers, of taemin's hugs. he couldn't stand that out of everyone in the group he only had key to turn to; jonghyun was busy, onew was the bane of his existence, and taemin seemed to not care. but minho was distressed in turning to key - key, who was just as distraught over his own personal drama.
key, who was there without restriction or even a second thought. key, who had told minho late one night that he needed to be courageous because there was still a chance - key, who confessed in a tiny, scared voice that he knew he could never get with jonghyun, because jonghyun liked women. key, who spoke in that same tiny, scared voice as he told minho that he still had a chance, that he was still very capable of sweeping taemin off his feet, and since when did the flaming charisma minho ever get beaten?
minho wasn't a loser. he was the best, he would always be number one and anything less was just insufferable, unacceptable.
he made his move when he knew taemin couldn't resist it.
on stage, in front of thousands of fans minho was behind taemin, his long fingers creeping up to catch on the collar of the black shirt adorning the maknae's frame. he pulled the collar down and to the side to expose the pale, creamy flesh of taemin's shoulders, he could feel the coiling in the pit of his stomach as the skin was revealed to him, the skin that he'd been denied of for what felt like years. he ached for it, his mouth went dry and yet seemed to salivate at the same time for it. he wanted to kiss it, he wanted to run his lips over the clavicle that was pressing against the pale skin, he wanted pull the shirt off the rest of the way.
but that was as far as he got, as he laughed along with the rest of the group and an embarrassed taemin; the look in taemin's eyes was familiar and that was when minho knew that he was finally closing in on checkmate. moments later the look in onew's eyes as he glanced between taemin in minho - that was the clincher, as minho smirked and pretended to not notice onew, taemin still rather flustered from the incident.
"minho," onew called as soon as they were off stage, in the back rooms as coordi nunas rushed to undress them and get them ready for travel.
minho made a noise to show he was listening as a nuna ripped off his jacket and started to rifle through the clothing rack for a sweater.
onew moved a bit closer, speaking low and a bit awkwardly, "look, i saw... and taemin - well i know that you two - and -"
"hyung," minho glanced over with a small smile, "i'm sorry." he wasn't.
onew gave a relieved smile anyway. "it's fine. but maybe you should apologize to taemin?"
"i will." he wouldn't.
once they were dressed minho sought out taemin like onew suggested, but apologizing was the last thing on his mind. taemin gave a skittish smile, but it was quickly wiped from his lips when he was backed into the wall and minho's arms were on either side of his head. silence reigned as they looked into each other's eyes and minho could hear taemin's heart beat, he could see the pulse jumping in the maknae's slender neck and everything he had wanted to say, everything he could have said, it was all mush, muddled in his brain and he couldn't create a coherent sentence out of it.
he heard onew clear his throat and minho barely spared him a glance, and onew gave a strange smile and a slight bow, as he wandered over to where key was complaining about the type of hair spray the stylist nuna used. minho returned his attention to taemin, who was looking after onew with a rather sad expression, before the rapper pressed closer and the blond gasped, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at minho with wide, apprehensive eyes.
"hyung..." the word was hushed, revered, and sounded just like it used to when it fell from those plump lips.
closing the distance between them, minho kissed taemin like he had never kissed him before, uncaring of the gasping nunas and the choking onew and the laughing key, uncaring of his phone vibrating in his pocket with an incoming call most likely from his brother. all he cared about, all he knew about was the way taemin's lips molded against his own, the way taemin's slender arms wrapped around his broad shoulders to clutch onto his jacket with frail fingers.
as his tongue pushed into taemin's mouth and key distracted onew with a hair brush, minho inwardly smirked.
no, he could never be beat.