Haluta: Ch. 7
title: haluta
pairing: 2min; minho/taemin
rating: pg-13 for suggestive themes
genre: romance
word count: ~800
warning: language, suggestive subjects
author's note: all chapters I have so far are typed up. But my inspirtation for this story isn't coming...I haven't written in it for weeks...I can't find the will to write it. The person its for and I are falling apart and I just can't find another reason to write it for her...I'll think of something. I don't wanna end this story. I want to be able to finish a multi-chap story.
Previous Chapters
NINE DAYS LATER
“Minho?” Taemin asked breathlessly from the floor.
“Yeah?” Minho’s voice was just as breathless as he looked down at the maknae.
“What now, hyung?” Taemin’s eyes dropped slowly, feeling dreariness overcame him.
“Not sure. Let’s just sleep.” The older one pulled Taemin to his chest and pulled the blanket off the sofa to keep them warm.
Taemin’s eyes were already shut when Minho was able to pull the blanket down. Minho smiled and thought about Taemin’s stamina for being only sixteen. He lasted a while, but Minho could still go for more.
“Minho…” Taemin’s voice was rough from all the use. “We should go take a shower, I feel gross and sticky.”
Minho chuckled, helping the other up, careful of the fact that he was sore. "Alright, do you need help?” The older one teased.
“No!” Taemin snapped, turning red.
“I’m just kidding!” Minho helped Taemin down the hall. “But tell me when you’re done so I can get in.”
Taemin nodded and smiled when Minho let his lips brush over his. Minho’s smirk caused Taemin to blush even more. “Hurry.”
Minho left the teen to shower and went downstairs to pick up the glass vase that had broken when Taemin had pushed him up against the wall.
When Minho got down on his knees to pick up the larger shards of glass, he realized his knees were still sore for being on them for so long.
“Taemin! Minho!” Minho looked up to see Onew-hyung stepping into the apartment.
“Hyung!” Minho stood and jumped on the leader.
“Hey, where’s Taemin?”
“In the shower.”
“And it looks like you need on as well.” Onew crushed off the sugar of his shirt. “What is that?”
“Honey.” Minho looked away and got back down on his knees to continue to pick up the glass.
“Why?” Onew took off his jacket and laid it on the back of the couch while toeing off his shoes. That’s when he noticed that the couch seemed too close to the dining room.
“Well…Taemin was making something, and I saw the honey, so I took that and just as I got some on him, he threw some sugar and it all started from there…then, somehow, Taemin got the honey and when I tried to wrestle it back from him, he pushed me back against the wall and we accidentally broke the vase…sorry. “
“I shouldn’t have asked,” Onew chuckled, getting the broom to pick up the pieces of glass that were too small to pick up.
“No, you probably shouldn’t have. But what are you doing back so soon? Don’t we have another five days or something until the two weeks are up?”
“Yeah, but I was feeling homesick and lonely. I missed you, Taemin and Key and Jonghyun. But they won’t be back until the last possible moment.”
“Kibum-hyung figured out where Jonghyun was staying?”
“Yeah, by day three Key stopped texting and calling me so I guessed that he was busy with other things.” Nothing else was said because Taemin could have heard and he still didn’t know.
“Minho!” Taemin called while coming down the hall. When he stepped into the room, Minho looked up from his knees on the floor and stared at the teen.
Taemin’s body was almost completely dry, only covered waist down with boxers while his hair was being rubbed dry with a towel. His eyes were closed and he didn’t notice the looks of appreciation from both Onew and Minho. Although Onew’s look was more or surprise that the maknae had grown so much, Minho’s gaze was a look of lust. Not of complete want, just of something Minho couldn’t explain.
“Minho?” Taemin’s eyes were opened and he then realized that Onew-hyung was back. "Hyung!” Taemin dropped the towel and jumped into his hyung’s arms. Onew back stepped slightly from the force and heard a piece of glass slide against the floor.
“What was that?” Taemin asked, backing up from the leader of SHINee. “Whoa…how’d it break?”
“Remember when you tried to get the honey from me?” Taemin nodded slowly while looking at his hyung. “We knocked against the table and that broke the vase.” Taemin nodded once more and then turned back to the leader.
“What are you doing back?” Taemin asked, going back to pick up the towel that he dropped.
“I couldn’t stay away from the maknae for two whole weeks!” Onew tussled Taemin’s damp hair playfully.
“Aw!” Taemin whined, pushing away Onew’s hand.
pairing: 2min; minho/taemin
rating: pg-13 for suggestive themes
genre: romance
word count: ~800
warning: language, suggestive subjects
author's note: all chapters I have so far are typed up. But my inspirtation for this story isn't coming...I haven't written in it for weeks...I can't find the will to write it. The person its for and I are falling apart and I just can't find another reason to write it for her...I'll think of something. I don't wanna end this story. I want to be able to finish a multi-chap story.
Previous Chapters
NINE DAYS LATER
“Minho?” Taemin asked breathlessly from the floor.
“Yeah?” Minho’s voice was just as breathless as he looked down at the maknae.
“What now, hyung?” Taemin’s eyes dropped slowly, feeling dreariness overcame him.
“Not sure. Let’s just sleep.” The older one pulled Taemin to his chest and pulled the blanket off the sofa to keep them warm.
Taemin’s eyes were already shut when Minho was able to pull the blanket down. Minho smiled and thought about Taemin’s stamina for being only sixteen. He lasted a while, but Minho could still go for more.
“Minho…” Taemin’s voice was rough from all the use. “We should go take a shower, I feel gross and sticky.”
Minho chuckled, helping the other up, careful of the fact that he was sore. "Alright, do you need help?” The older one teased.
“No!” Taemin snapped, turning red.
“I’m just kidding!” Minho helped Taemin down the hall. “But tell me when you’re done so I can get in.”
Taemin nodded and smiled when Minho let his lips brush over his. Minho’s smirk caused Taemin to blush even more. “Hurry.”
Minho left the teen to shower and went downstairs to pick up the glass vase that had broken when Taemin had pushed him up against the wall.
When Minho got down on his knees to pick up the larger shards of glass, he realized his knees were still sore for being on them for so long.
“Taemin! Minho!” Minho looked up to see Onew-hyung stepping into the apartment.
“Hyung!” Minho stood and jumped on the leader.
“Hey, where’s Taemin?”
“In the shower.”
“And it looks like you need on as well.” Onew crushed off the sugar of his shirt. “What is that?”
“Honey.” Minho looked away and got back down on his knees to continue to pick up the glass.
“Why?” Onew took off his jacket and laid it on the back of the couch while toeing off his shoes. That’s when he noticed that the couch seemed too close to the dining room.
“Well…Taemin was making something, and I saw the honey, so I took that and just as I got some on him, he threw some sugar and it all started from there…then, somehow, Taemin got the honey and when I tried to wrestle it back from him, he pushed me back against the wall and we accidentally broke the vase…sorry. “
“I shouldn’t have asked,” Onew chuckled, getting the broom to pick up the pieces of glass that were too small to pick up.
“No, you probably shouldn’t have. But what are you doing back so soon? Don’t we have another five days or something until the two weeks are up?”
“Yeah, but I was feeling homesick and lonely. I missed you, Taemin and Key and Jonghyun. But they won’t be back until the last possible moment.”
“Kibum-hyung figured out where Jonghyun was staying?”
“Yeah, by day three Key stopped texting and calling me so I guessed that he was busy with other things.” Nothing else was said because Taemin could have heard and he still didn’t know.
“Minho!” Taemin called while coming down the hall. When he stepped into the room, Minho looked up from his knees on the floor and stared at the teen.
Taemin’s body was almost completely dry, only covered waist down with boxers while his hair was being rubbed dry with a towel. His eyes were closed and he didn’t notice the looks of appreciation from both Onew and Minho. Although Onew’s look was more or surprise that the maknae had grown so much, Minho’s gaze was a look of lust. Not of complete want, just of something Minho couldn’t explain.
“Minho?” Taemin’s eyes were opened and he then realized that Onew-hyung was back. "Hyung!” Taemin dropped the towel and jumped into his hyung’s arms. Onew back stepped slightly from the force and heard a piece of glass slide against the floor.
“What was that?” Taemin asked, backing up from the leader of SHINee. “Whoa…how’d it break?”
“Remember when you tried to get the honey from me?” Taemin nodded slowly while looking at his hyung. “We knocked against the table and that broke the vase.” Taemin nodded once more and then turned back to the leader.
“What are you doing back?” Taemin asked, going back to pick up the towel that he dropped.
“I couldn’t stay away from the maknae for two whole weeks!” Onew tussled Taemin’s damp hair playfully.
“Aw!” Taemin whined, pushing away Onew’s hand.