Oneshot : That sunshine after the rain
That sunshine after the rain | 2min (SHINee) | PG | drama, fluff | language, violence | 1084 words
A/N: I'm so full of ideas at the moment! So here's another story, I hope you like it. I tried really hard to write something else but smut for change, but this turned out pretty short without it.
Watch it! Ouch. What is wrong with you?
Shouts like these can be heard around him as he walks accross the congested school coddidors and bumps into people who happen to be on his way. He doesn't pay any attention. He simply doesn't care right now. Normally he'd turn back to the ones he hurt and take all the blame he possibly could, but now he has his own issues to take care of. As he finally spots familiar face among the crowd, getting stuff from his locker and happily chatting with friends, he speeds up his furious steps even more, repeating the image that has burnt on his memory and the voices of girls whispering around him. His nails dug into his skin and hiss escapes between his teeth.
”Oh, Taemin-ah!” Minho's smile widens when he recognizes the kid approaching him. He turns back to his locker just to get turned around by a fierce grip on his collar. Before he's able to catch on the situation they're in, the whole school echoes with a sharp slap.
Pupils around them gasp in shock and jaws are dropped here and there. Everyone stop what ever they're doing, just to see what's happening between the two. Minho himself is as confused as the outsiders. He rubs his redden cheek and turns his gaze to meet the younger's irreverent eyes.
”Taemin” Minho whispers, very aware of people looking at the scene.
”Who is she?” Taemin blurts out coldly.
”Excuse me?”
”Is she better than me?”
Minho sends questioning looks towards his friends who just shrug in response, before straightening his back and looking down at Taemin, who's expression remains abrupt.
”I have no idea what you're talking about right now.”
”Stop your acting, Choi Minho! I saw you. Everyone's talking about it. You think I'm stupid?”
”Can we at least sort this out in private. This is obviously some kind of misunderstanding...”
”Don't you think everyone deserves to know your true colours?”
Minho sighs ”Baby...”
”Don't 'baby' me! Or even better - don't talk to me at all.” Taemin turns around to leave, but minho is faster taking his arms around him ”Let go of me, you ass!” Taemin shouts, squirms free from the others embrace and shoots a kick on his knee before running away and this time people willingly move from his way. As soon as Minho gets a hold of himself through the sudden pain, he immediately runs after him, ignoring his friends' shouts about forgetting his locker wide open and his stuff for everyone to steal.
No matter how fast little Taemin runs, Minho cathes him up with his long legs soon outside between school entrance and school gate. He holds on Taemin's slim arm to make him stop. Taemin tries his best on getting him away, but Minho's too strong. It had been raining all day and they were both already soaked.
”Let go” Taemin whines, but is soon cut off by the other.
”Not until you tell me what the hell is going on here.” Minho takes his other hand on Taemin's shoulder to keep him from squirming so he can face him.
”You're the one who is supposed to know that.” Taemin whispers. ”You're the one cheating on me with a pretty girl.”
Minho tries his best to catch on what the other's saying, when it finally hits him. He pulls the other into a hug and let's out a relieved chuckle, making Taemin throw murderous glance at him.
”It's not funny, Minho.”
”Actually it is. Taemin. Baby. That girl you've seen with me is my cousin. She was visiting our place for few days before heading to study overseas.”
Now it's Taemin's turn to be confused. He still tries to push minho away, but fails miserably.
”You're lying.”
”No, I'm not.”
”But... You were hugging! And you had your arms linked as you walked!”
”Yes, she is someone who acts really friendly with everyone.” Minho explains calmly.
”How about the rumours of you two kissing and making out behind my back.”
”You really trust rumours better than your boyfriend? Come on, it's not hard for someone with no personal life to make things like that up. We're relatives and I'm obvisouly not even into girls.”
Realizing all this makes Taemin feel awful. He buries his face against Minho's chest, while the other tightens his hold around him and pets his back.
”I'm sorry, Minho. I'm sorry that I hit you. Please forgive me.” Taemin breathes out shakily.
”It's fine, Taemin.”
”I'm so sorry...”
Taemin is about to list more of his doings, but minho crashes their lips together. The rain is still pouring on them and it sends Taemin shivers, as well as does his boyfriends sweet touch, that still made him breathless everytime he experiences it. Minho takes his hands on Taemin's face to tilt his head slightly backwards to deepen their kiss. The rain helps Taemin with his guilty tears, washing them down from his cheeks.
After breaking apart, he pushes their foreheads together.
”I'm sorry for being all paranoid. It's just that...” Taemin sighs but is soon cut off by Minho.
”I'd actually be way more worried if you wouldn't be as protective of us as you are.”
Taemin gives Minho a peck on his lips and hugs him tightly.
”I just don't want to lose you.”
”I know, Tae-tae. I don't want to lose you either.”
Taemin steps back, still holding his hands around his boyfriend's waist, looking down to hide his pretty pink babyface. As soon as he realizes staring at Minho's wet abs that can be clearly seen through his soaked white shirt, he's smile turns into a embarrassement.
”I... I'm sorry. I made you come here after me and now you're all wet.” he mumbles, only making Minho laugh.
”Let's just skip the rest of the day and head home - we're already late for the next class anyway and you're not comfortable with people staring at your body through your soaked clothes now are you?”
”I don't want them to stare at your body.” Taemin states with a grin, receiving a hand muffling his bangs and other pulling him into Minho's arms so they can get back to pick up their stuff and get away from the jealous and disappointed glances.