The new beginning
Title: The new beginning ch5
Author: wire_dancer
Rating: R
Pairing: 2min
Summary: Can you start a new life when the word hope is long forgotten? Can you start to feel again when you think you are dead inside. And what if the only person you fervently wish was different seems to be the same as everyone else?
When the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer, the temperature falls down, season change, people change into warm jackets, puffy coats as the town welcomes the upcoming winter, the stars seem brighter, baulder, glistening in the cold winter sky and Minho buys a new coat that is too big for him, but fits perfectly when Taemin snuggles inside of it, filling all the empty space, every nook and angle. Taemin is sensitive to cold and the only place on his body that always holds the ball of warmth is his hand that is entrapped into Minho’s big palm, the tiny flaming ball, that rolls from the tips of his fingers, spreading through his body, growing and striking roots and Taemin subconsciously seeks more of this warmth, more of this flame and his hand grips tighter on Minho. The touch burning him with pure unrestrained joy, to which he clings desperately, his mind reeling off and his body tenses, and Taemin is defeated by that utmost pleasure that hand is giving to him, clutching tighter, and Minho only smiles, even if it hurts, even when he grips too hard, it’s fine like that, it’s Taemin’s touch.
Eventually Taemin just stops visiting Minho’s father, those visits aren’t that necessary anymore and one of the evenings, when the family dinner is over, when Minho is in his room doing his homework, his father knocks on the door, asking for the permission to enter, and Minho lets him in happily, wondering what his father wants to talk about. They sit on Minho’s bed, side by side, and Minho can’t even express how grateful he is to his father for inviting Taemin that one time, that fateful dinner that wrapped him in a bliss he is feeling.
-So, how is Taemin? - his father asks tentatively, looking at Minho intently, his eyes the same as Minho’s, just a little more serious, a little more mature, the brown shade is lighter, softer, compassionate and so very kind
-He’s doing fine, we’re doing fine - corrects himself Minho, smiling shyly at his father, hands nervously clutching the hem of his old faded shirt, the one that Taemin wore last night when he slept over
-I’m glad…you actually know right? About his past
Minho slowly nods and furrows his eyebrows, a troubled shadow casting over his features, deep in thoughts as if fighting and considering, million facts shooting through his brain violently
-I think he is fine now, I hope he is. Dad I do everything I can, really, I really do - his voice cracks, a little too desperate, a little too husky as he peers at his dad who was always a model, an example for him, who still is, and sighs with relief when his dad presents him a gentle smile and ruffles his hair, roughly but lovingly
-I’ve never thought it would go that far when I asked you to be his friend, but it’s more than friendship now, right?
His breath stops for a second caught up in his lungs, body tensed and nervous as he fidgets uncomfortably and his long legs shift unable to rest in place, their owner contemplating whether the very precise moment is right for delivering something this big and important
-For me it is -In the end his trust wins over any possible type of rejection and Minho confesses in a small voice - sorry dad, I couldn’t help it, he’s just so, Taemin is…he’s my everything now, but for him, I’m not sure what he feels for me - sigh, light yet full of anticipation and hidden fear escapes the boy’s mouth as his father’s eyes remain locked with his own, somewhat scared ones and Minho smiles as those eyes say everything he expected from his father, acceptance and approval, and little sly hint of what he can’t fully decipher.
His father shakes his head unbelievably, wondering if his own son is blind, how much more obvious should Taemin get to make Minho notice his feelings. He pats Minho’s back who is looking down, his fingers moving restlessly and Minho’s father smiles a kind and knowing smile, producing so much light, and he knows: his son is growing up and it’s a little sad and it’s a little beautiful and he just nods, his interference isn’t necessary, and leaves the boy’s room. When the door is practically closed, he turns his attention back to his son and softly calls out his name, the boy jerks his head up, attention in full blast, waiting for something his father wants to tell him, only to hear
-Minho, you can’t just wait forever, you know. You are only hurting him like that, there’s something you should’ve probably done long ago, don’t make him wait so much
The soft click of the door ends the advice there, hanging in the air with Minho looking dumbstruck and surprised, hesitating and determined, clenching his fists and ready to act. His mind overcome with sincere joy and sheer anticipation and he falls back on his bed just to close his eyes, smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as his riddle is solved and the spell is broken and he can sleep peacefully, awaiting the dawn of a new day with the force of all his thumping heart and his overanalyzing being.
And it’s all good, because the next day is Friday and he has classes which he isn’t going to attend, instead he takes his old car and rummages around the house looking for different things, only finding his blanket in the end, but failing he simply goes to his parents’ room to wake up his mom, who sighs but nevertheless gets up groggily to find everything he needs and placing it into the twiggen basket. Thanking her awkwardly he waves her goodbye and takes the basket also filled with food, she has prepared for him, after that he just drives to Taemin’s house to pick him up. It’s Friday, it’s five in the morning but even though it’s Friday his mom never asks him why he skips his school.
It’s still so early and Taemin is a little sleepy when he opens the door in his oversized pajamas pulling his pants up irritated by them constantly falling down his bony hips. He opens the door and gets caught by Minho, gets lifted and pressed firmly to the older boy and he doesn’t even register when his arms automatically wrap around the older boy’s neck and he shivers from the cold, when Minho’s cold nose nuzzles his warm sweaty neck, the older boy doesn’t say anything inhaling the scent of sleepy Taemin, and it’s the best morning ever. Minho lets go of Taemin, who makes him the sign to be quiet, his granny is still sleeping and Minho nods, taking off his winter coat and follows Taemin upstairs, to the boy’s room, laughing to himself when Taemin’s long legs stumble on his own pants and Minho is taken by a sheer surprise when he sees Taemin straightening himself the last second before falling down the stairs, Taemin laughs with delight at dumbfounded Minho with his spread arms ready to catch the falling boy. They stay still right on the stairs in the scarce electric light of a lamp, eyes locked and Taemin looking intently at Minho from above as a sly smile flicks on his face and he lets himself fall down, right from the stairs, he lets himself fall down in Minho’s still spread arms, who is angry, who is fuming, who shouts in disbelief and hugs Taemin really tight, lifting him up, Taemin’s toes barely touching the ground
-Why did you do that? You could’ve fallen. You …What did you think?
Face illumed by a halcyon smile, eyes half-closed to happy crescents, cheeks pink, Taemin blinks his eyelashes grazing his cheeks and his mouth moves producing words
-If you are behind me, I’m not afraid to fall hyung. You will catch me right? -he bumps their foreheads together while his warm palms caress the skin of Minho’s face, and his cheeks still cold from the winter morning, his cold cheeks are warming up and he pulls Taemin, little Taemin in his ridiculous pajamas, he pulls him closer, all relieved and embarrassed, he carries him to the boy’s room, his heart aflutter and his senses intensified and broken in the whirlpool of emotions.
Taemin’s bed is still a mess after sleep, his blanket crumpled and his plush toy stuck between the sheets so Minho nudges the boy to the bathroom while he himself straightens the blanket and covers it with a bright quilt, placing a sickeningly green plush frog on it, he then opens Taemin’s wardrobe looking for some warm clothes and humming to himself, his soft voice accompanies the sound of the running water. When Taemin is out of the bath, Minho watches silently as the boy puts on the clothes he has chosen for him and after writing a note for Taemin’s granny, the two of them quickly leave the house, climbing into Minho’s car and Minho catches a sweet smile Taemin bestows upon him as he slowly pulls off.
The ride is long with Taemin fidgeting in his seat excitedly, hands on the radio tuner, playful fingers switching the channels repeatedly, until he finds something seemingly satisfying for a few minutes, and at those moments those same fingers urgently tug at Minho, distracting him from driving to point at some scenery outside, scenery Taemin finds worth showing. Smile on his lips Minho tries hard to stay focused on the winding road in front, despite the closed moments when his attention shifts to the tall outline of Taemin’s figure reflected perfectly in the car window, as the boy places his palms to the cold glass and leans closer exhaling his hot breath onto the window, his fingers already hurrying to press to the steamy surface, drawing something that Minho fails to catch as it disappears quickly, melting into the transparent fabric of the glass. Gripping the steering wheel tighter Minho finds himself humming to the tunes pouring out of the speakers and as the sound grows louder, it gets smoothed up by Taemin’s soft voice, as the boy himself lets go of the glass and shifts his attention to Minho, his freezing fingertips touch the nape of the older boy’s neck with his eyes piercing the road in front, drinking in the sight of blameless and slow winter morning, as the empty road opens up in it’s full glory. The sound turns pale when Taemin sings the song playing and no matter how hard Minho strains his ears to hear the vocalist’s voice, he only manages to soak the soft dulcet flowing of Taemin’s voice, registering every single second of it. With just that they come to the place of their destination quite soon and Minho is elated noticing the familiar place he had only seen once but wishes so desperately to show to the little boy who is there now, right by his side, sleeping in the car seat, his arms and legs twisted awkwardly as he curls into a perfect ball with his head resting on Minho’s shoulder. The older boy stops the car in the secluded corner and shakes Taemin to wake him up and watches the black eyelashes flutter, rapid blinking and sweet yawn and Taemin hits his hand on the window trying to stretch himself in the limited space of the car, the older boy only chuckles quietly, his thumb gently brushing a tear from the corner of the boy’s eye and nudging the boy to leave the car stepping into a powerful gleeful embrace of this frosty morning. While Minho is busy taking out his things from the car, Taemin leaps and runs fast to the line that separates the shore from the tossing deep waters, his arms spread as the wind softly blows his light hair, sun shining upon his locks and his whole lissome figure is enveloped in cold but brilliant light. Noticing his little companion, Minho leaves everything in the car and joins the boy that stands still locking his eyes silently on the cliffy shore with gloomy gray rocks washed by cold unfriendly water, that breaks its waves onto the cliffs and melts into the ashy sand that is a little dull even bathing in the bright chilly light of the winter sun under the frosty pale sky. Hugging the smaller form from behind, Minho rests his head on Taemin’s shoulder watching as the waves toss and turn, small ripples change into huge tidal waves threatening to swallow and wash out the feeble shoreline, their breath comes out in little white clouds and rises high into the lonely sky where it mingles with the thin cloud slowly flowing somewhere beyond the rocks, higher and higher. They stay like that for a while clutching at each other’s warmth, the glamour of the sea in its full cold beauty in front of them, dark eternal waters running fast to no concrete aim and it’s ephemeral fleeting flow seems to freeze in the nick of time as everything stops, alive and dead just for a moment for the two boys standing near the whispering deep sea. Minho leaves Taemin for a second to fetch their infamous blanket that he spreads on the sandy ground behind the pointy rocks, where the water licks the shoreline, sea waves frolicking and playing driven by the willful wind, and the two of them lie down close, bodies touching and Minho scoots Taemin to his side, opening his coat for the boy to snuggle inside, there under the crystal clear sky, the two of them cuddle comfortably, hushed whispering merging with long pauses of silence, dreamy minutes of obliviousness to imbibe the wonder of the fleeting sea-painted moment. Saying nothing, simply the two of them on a bare abandoned beach, only the rocks and the shimmering sun watch quietly as Minho’s hand invades the tight space between Taemin’s skin and the fabric of his tight jeans and Taemin throws his head back, his features contorted in pleasure and need as he lifts his hips to meet that hand, and Minho watches Taemin’s lips parting, he hears his soft gasps, his silky moans fading into the sea’s murmuring and Taemin is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. His hands clutching onto Minho, knuckles white, muscles tense, Minho’s fingers moving tantalizingly slow up and down his hot flesh, Taemin’s gaze tainted with the fog of desire so languid and thick, silent plead behind the trembling eyelids, implicit prayer to the one who rules over his whole mind and it’s beautiful, and Taemin is beautiful and Minho’s hand moves faster, grips tighter, his lips catching Taemin’s breath as he places a soft intangible kiss onto Taemin’s parted lips and everything dispels, vanishes to be reborn the next second when Taemin comes into the big welcoming palm, he shudders and gifts the momentary still waters his barely audible breathless moan. The tender breathing and slow rising of the chest, Taemin rolls to face the taller male and the smile on his lips is so subtle, that you wouldn’t notice, and his lips are dry from the wind and cold, puffy cheeks are red and eyes still misted and Minho knows, he sees and he wants to scream to the lonely wind that will sent it to every corner of the planet, he wants the whole world to know that Taemin is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Instead he simply leans and covers those dry lips with his own dry ones. Many years and a few second after Taemin laughter rings amongst the gray pointy cliffs, rings even when he stops laughing to plant little butterfly kisses on Minho’s face, stops to run his cold fingers along Minho’s cold long neck, stops to lean closer and whisper a soft “thank you” and it’s an impeccable glorious moment of their bonding, right time for Minho to capture those mischievous lips and breath out a delicate “I love you” into the very core of Taemin, right time for Taemin to stroke Minho’s skin and let a small “I love you too” leave his own trembling inside.
Author: wire_dancer
Rating: R
Pairing: 2min
Summary: Can you start a new life when the word hope is long forgotten? Can you start to feel again when you think you are dead inside. And what if the only person you fervently wish was different seems to be the same as everyone else?
When the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer, the temperature falls down, season change, people change into warm jackets, puffy coats as the town welcomes the upcoming winter, the stars seem brighter, baulder, glistening in the cold winter sky and Minho buys a new coat that is too big for him, but fits perfectly when Taemin snuggles inside of it, filling all the empty space, every nook and angle. Taemin is sensitive to cold and the only place on his body that always holds the ball of warmth is his hand that is entrapped into Minho’s big palm, the tiny flaming ball, that rolls from the tips of his fingers, spreading through his body, growing and striking roots and Taemin subconsciously seeks more of this warmth, more of this flame and his hand grips tighter on Minho. The touch burning him with pure unrestrained joy, to which he clings desperately, his mind reeling off and his body tenses, and Taemin is defeated by that utmost pleasure that hand is giving to him, clutching tighter, and Minho only smiles, even if it hurts, even when he grips too hard, it’s fine like that, it’s Taemin’s touch.
Eventually Taemin just stops visiting Minho’s father, those visits aren’t that necessary anymore and one of the evenings, when the family dinner is over, when Minho is in his room doing his homework, his father knocks on the door, asking for the permission to enter, and Minho lets him in happily, wondering what his father wants to talk about. They sit on Minho’s bed, side by side, and Minho can’t even express how grateful he is to his father for inviting Taemin that one time, that fateful dinner that wrapped him in a bliss he is feeling.
-So, how is Taemin? - his father asks tentatively, looking at Minho intently, his eyes the same as Minho’s, just a little more serious, a little more mature, the brown shade is lighter, softer, compassionate and so very kind
-He’s doing fine, we’re doing fine - corrects himself Minho, smiling shyly at his father, hands nervously clutching the hem of his old faded shirt, the one that Taemin wore last night when he slept over
-I’m glad…you actually know right? About his past
Minho slowly nods and furrows his eyebrows, a troubled shadow casting over his features, deep in thoughts as if fighting and considering, million facts shooting through his brain violently
-I think he is fine now, I hope he is. Dad I do everything I can, really, I really do - his voice cracks, a little too desperate, a little too husky as he peers at his dad who was always a model, an example for him, who still is, and sighs with relief when his dad presents him a gentle smile and ruffles his hair, roughly but lovingly
-I’ve never thought it would go that far when I asked you to be his friend, but it’s more than friendship now, right?
His breath stops for a second caught up in his lungs, body tensed and nervous as he fidgets uncomfortably and his long legs shift unable to rest in place, their owner contemplating whether the very precise moment is right for delivering something this big and important
-For me it is -In the end his trust wins over any possible type of rejection and Minho confesses in a small voice - sorry dad, I couldn’t help it, he’s just so, Taemin is…he’s my everything now, but for him, I’m not sure what he feels for me - sigh, light yet full of anticipation and hidden fear escapes the boy’s mouth as his father’s eyes remain locked with his own, somewhat scared ones and Minho smiles as those eyes say everything he expected from his father, acceptance and approval, and little sly hint of what he can’t fully decipher.
His father shakes his head unbelievably, wondering if his own son is blind, how much more obvious should Taemin get to make Minho notice his feelings. He pats Minho’s back who is looking down, his fingers moving restlessly and Minho’s father smiles a kind and knowing smile, producing so much light, and he knows: his son is growing up and it’s a little sad and it’s a little beautiful and he just nods, his interference isn’t necessary, and leaves the boy’s room. When the door is practically closed, he turns his attention back to his son and softly calls out his name, the boy jerks his head up, attention in full blast, waiting for something his father wants to tell him, only to hear
-Minho, you can’t just wait forever, you know. You are only hurting him like that, there’s something you should’ve probably done long ago, don’t make him wait so much
The soft click of the door ends the advice there, hanging in the air with Minho looking dumbstruck and surprised, hesitating and determined, clenching his fists and ready to act. His mind overcome with sincere joy and sheer anticipation and he falls back on his bed just to close his eyes, smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as his riddle is solved and the spell is broken and he can sleep peacefully, awaiting the dawn of a new day with the force of all his thumping heart and his overanalyzing being.
And it’s all good, because the next day is Friday and he has classes which he isn’t going to attend, instead he takes his old car and rummages around the house looking for different things, only finding his blanket in the end, but failing he simply goes to his parents’ room to wake up his mom, who sighs but nevertheless gets up groggily to find everything he needs and placing it into the twiggen basket. Thanking her awkwardly he waves her goodbye and takes the basket also filled with food, she has prepared for him, after that he just drives to Taemin’s house to pick him up. It’s Friday, it’s five in the morning but even though it’s Friday his mom never asks him why he skips his school.
It’s still so early and Taemin is a little sleepy when he opens the door in his oversized pajamas pulling his pants up irritated by them constantly falling down his bony hips. He opens the door and gets caught by Minho, gets lifted and pressed firmly to the older boy and he doesn’t even register when his arms automatically wrap around the older boy’s neck and he shivers from the cold, when Minho’s cold nose nuzzles his warm sweaty neck, the older boy doesn’t say anything inhaling the scent of sleepy Taemin, and it’s the best morning ever. Minho lets go of Taemin, who makes him the sign to be quiet, his granny is still sleeping and Minho nods, taking off his winter coat and follows Taemin upstairs, to the boy’s room, laughing to himself when Taemin’s long legs stumble on his own pants and Minho is taken by a sheer surprise when he sees Taemin straightening himself the last second before falling down the stairs, Taemin laughs with delight at dumbfounded Minho with his spread arms ready to catch the falling boy. They stay still right on the stairs in the scarce electric light of a lamp, eyes locked and Taemin looking intently at Minho from above as a sly smile flicks on his face and he lets himself fall down, right from the stairs, he lets himself fall down in Minho’s still spread arms, who is angry, who is fuming, who shouts in disbelief and hugs Taemin really tight, lifting him up, Taemin’s toes barely touching the ground
-Why did you do that? You could’ve fallen. You …What did you think?
Face illumed by a halcyon smile, eyes half-closed to happy crescents, cheeks pink, Taemin blinks his eyelashes grazing his cheeks and his mouth moves producing words
-If you are behind me, I’m not afraid to fall hyung. You will catch me right? -he bumps their foreheads together while his warm palms caress the skin of Minho’s face, and his cheeks still cold from the winter morning, his cold cheeks are warming up and he pulls Taemin, little Taemin in his ridiculous pajamas, he pulls him closer, all relieved and embarrassed, he carries him to the boy’s room, his heart aflutter and his senses intensified and broken in the whirlpool of emotions.
Taemin’s bed is still a mess after sleep, his blanket crumpled and his plush toy stuck between the sheets so Minho nudges the boy to the bathroom while he himself straightens the blanket and covers it with a bright quilt, placing a sickeningly green plush frog on it, he then opens Taemin’s wardrobe looking for some warm clothes and humming to himself, his soft voice accompanies the sound of the running water. When Taemin is out of the bath, Minho watches silently as the boy puts on the clothes he has chosen for him and after writing a note for Taemin’s granny, the two of them quickly leave the house, climbing into Minho’s car and Minho catches a sweet smile Taemin bestows upon him as he slowly pulls off.
The ride is long with Taemin fidgeting in his seat excitedly, hands on the radio tuner, playful fingers switching the channels repeatedly, until he finds something seemingly satisfying for a few minutes, and at those moments those same fingers urgently tug at Minho, distracting him from driving to point at some scenery outside, scenery Taemin finds worth showing. Smile on his lips Minho tries hard to stay focused on the winding road in front, despite the closed moments when his attention shifts to the tall outline of Taemin’s figure reflected perfectly in the car window, as the boy places his palms to the cold glass and leans closer exhaling his hot breath onto the window, his fingers already hurrying to press to the steamy surface, drawing something that Minho fails to catch as it disappears quickly, melting into the transparent fabric of the glass. Gripping the steering wheel tighter Minho finds himself humming to the tunes pouring out of the speakers and as the sound grows louder, it gets smoothed up by Taemin’s soft voice, as the boy himself lets go of the glass and shifts his attention to Minho, his freezing fingertips touch the nape of the older boy’s neck with his eyes piercing the road in front, drinking in the sight of blameless and slow winter morning, as the empty road opens up in it’s full glory. The sound turns pale when Taemin sings the song playing and no matter how hard Minho strains his ears to hear the vocalist’s voice, he only manages to soak the soft dulcet flowing of Taemin’s voice, registering every single second of it. With just that they come to the place of their destination quite soon and Minho is elated noticing the familiar place he had only seen once but wishes so desperately to show to the little boy who is there now, right by his side, sleeping in the car seat, his arms and legs twisted awkwardly as he curls into a perfect ball with his head resting on Minho’s shoulder. The older boy stops the car in the secluded corner and shakes Taemin to wake him up and watches the black eyelashes flutter, rapid blinking and sweet yawn and Taemin hits his hand on the window trying to stretch himself in the limited space of the car, the older boy only chuckles quietly, his thumb gently brushing a tear from the corner of the boy’s eye and nudging the boy to leave the car stepping into a powerful gleeful embrace of this frosty morning. While Minho is busy taking out his things from the car, Taemin leaps and runs fast to the line that separates the shore from the tossing deep waters, his arms spread as the wind softly blows his light hair, sun shining upon his locks and his whole lissome figure is enveloped in cold but brilliant light. Noticing his little companion, Minho leaves everything in the car and joins the boy that stands still locking his eyes silently on the cliffy shore with gloomy gray rocks washed by cold unfriendly water, that breaks its waves onto the cliffs and melts into the ashy sand that is a little dull even bathing in the bright chilly light of the winter sun under the frosty pale sky. Hugging the smaller form from behind, Minho rests his head on Taemin’s shoulder watching as the waves toss and turn, small ripples change into huge tidal waves threatening to swallow and wash out the feeble shoreline, their breath comes out in little white clouds and rises high into the lonely sky where it mingles with the thin cloud slowly flowing somewhere beyond the rocks, higher and higher. They stay like that for a while clutching at each other’s warmth, the glamour of the sea in its full cold beauty in front of them, dark eternal waters running fast to no concrete aim and it’s ephemeral fleeting flow seems to freeze in the nick of time as everything stops, alive and dead just for a moment for the two boys standing near the whispering deep sea. Minho leaves Taemin for a second to fetch their infamous blanket that he spreads on the sandy ground behind the pointy rocks, where the water licks the shoreline, sea waves frolicking and playing driven by the willful wind, and the two of them lie down close, bodies touching and Minho scoots Taemin to his side, opening his coat for the boy to snuggle inside, there under the crystal clear sky, the two of them cuddle comfortably, hushed whispering merging with long pauses of silence, dreamy minutes of obliviousness to imbibe the wonder of the fleeting sea-painted moment. Saying nothing, simply the two of them on a bare abandoned beach, only the rocks and the shimmering sun watch quietly as Minho’s hand invades the tight space between Taemin’s skin and the fabric of his tight jeans and Taemin throws his head back, his features contorted in pleasure and need as he lifts his hips to meet that hand, and Minho watches Taemin’s lips parting, he hears his soft gasps, his silky moans fading into the sea’s murmuring and Taemin is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. His hands clutching onto Minho, knuckles white, muscles tense, Minho’s fingers moving tantalizingly slow up and down his hot flesh, Taemin’s gaze tainted with the fog of desire so languid and thick, silent plead behind the trembling eyelids, implicit prayer to the one who rules over his whole mind and it’s beautiful, and Taemin is beautiful and Minho’s hand moves faster, grips tighter, his lips catching Taemin’s breath as he places a soft intangible kiss onto Taemin’s parted lips and everything dispels, vanishes to be reborn the next second when Taemin comes into the big welcoming palm, he shudders and gifts the momentary still waters his barely audible breathless moan. The tender breathing and slow rising of the chest, Taemin rolls to face the taller male and the smile on his lips is so subtle, that you wouldn’t notice, and his lips are dry from the wind and cold, puffy cheeks are red and eyes still misted and Minho knows, he sees and he wants to scream to the lonely wind that will sent it to every corner of the planet, he wants the whole world to know that Taemin is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Instead he simply leans and covers those dry lips with his own dry ones. Many years and a few second after Taemin laughter rings amongst the gray pointy cliffs, rings even when he stops laughing to plant little butterfly kisses on Minho’s face, stops to run his cold fingers along Minho’s cold long neck, stops to lean closer and whisper a soft “thank you” and it’s an impeccable glorious moment of their bonding, right time for Minho to capture those mischievous lips and breath out a delicate “I love you” into the very core of Taemin, right time for Taemin to stroke Minho’s skin and let a small “I love you too” leave his own trembling inside.