Protein Stains
Title: Protein Stains
Pairing: 2min, with random OnKey
Rating: PG-13 for implied smut
Genre: Crack
Summary: Taemin attempts the art of seduction.
Minho prided himself at being able to stay cool in any situation. Any.
When SHINee won first place for their 'Juliette' comeback, he manfully held back the tears and emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him. (Jonghyun, even if he was the hyung, couldn't manage the same. But that was understandable.)
When Key was having another one of his 'diva moments', bitching at everyone for no apparent reason, he was the only one who could manage to not react. (Taemin would cry, Jinki would attempt to comfort, and Jonghyun would bitch back, possibly the worst reaction ever.)
When Jinki was suffering another bout of his condition (dubbed 'Onew Sangtae'), he was the only one who wouldn't sing along to the song that the other members took so much delight in singing (because he knew this hurt Jinki, even just a little bit).
But Taemin...
Minho had long since trained himself to be immune to Taemin's weapons. "The pout", "the smile", and "the wiggle", as he had labelled them, would bring even the strongest to their knees.
But not him, since he was Minho. And Minho, well. Minho was cool at any situation.
Little did he know that Taemin was about to bring out the big guns.
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First weapon -- exposure.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and the members had just gotten back from an interview. It was quite hot, so everyone donned loose shirts and shorts to keep themselves cool.
Minho hadn't much as blinked an eyelid when Key came out wearing tight, short-shorts. Such a sight no longer had the power to shock him, and he merely shook his head when Jinki-hyung gaped beside him.
But when Taemin came out...
If Minho were to react to anything, the key to knowing it would be his eyes. And those eyes grew so impossibly large to the sight before him that his eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs.
Taemin was wearing even shorter shorts (he didn't think it was possible) than Key, and it was practically molding itself on his ass. Paired with this was a loose shirt (that he was sure was his) that nearly hid Taemin's shorts, so it looked as if he wasn't wearing any. The finishing touch to the ensemble was Taemin's hair tied in the 'apple hairstyle' with a pink bow (much like his hair on the Wonder Boys' Tell Me Your Wish performance).
Perhaps Taemin noticed him gaping, (or maybe he felt a burning sensation on his ass. Or legs) since the maknae gifted him with a sweet smile.
"Oh, I borrowed your shirt, hyung~"
He then turned to reach for a glass on the cupboard, and his shorts tightened even more on his ass.
Blood spurted out of Minho's nose.
Minho blamed it on the hot weather, Key rushed over worriedly with a ready tissue, Jinki calmly advised Minho to tilt his head up, and Jonghyun turned on the air-conditioner.
Taemin, on the other hand, simply sipped his fruit juice with a sweet smile.
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Second weapon -- close contact.
Taemin loved to cuddle. He cuddled people, people cuddled him. It was a normal occurrence, and even Minho himself was many a recipient of Taemin's cuddles. A piggy-back here, a hug from behind there.
But this, this was new.
It was raining, and the temperature had dropped. The heater was broken, and wouldn't be fixed until tomorrow, so everyone was freezing. Jonghyun had gone to the gym to heat himself up, and Jinki and Key were 'cuddling' under a mound of blankets in the bedroom ("Cuddling, right, and I'm Kang Ho Dong", Jonghyun had snorted before leaving).
Minho was watching TV, wearing a sweater with a blanket spread over his legs to keep him warm. He was flipping the channel when Taemin came in, wearing pyjamas that looked five sizes too big, shivering.
Without announcement, Taemin slid next to him and onto his lap.
Minho froze.
"I want a hug. I'm so cold, hyung."
For a moment, Minho sat frozen while Taemin fidgeted on his lap. This kind of cuddle was one only Key (as Taemin's umma) or Jinki (as Taemin's appa) received. Minho was the older brother, he didn't, wasn't, shouldn't supposed to get cuddles like this--
Taemin wiggled again, and Minho could feel his eyes rolling at the back of his head.
--because it would lead to impure thoughts.
"Hyung, you're so warm." Minho forced a smile, gritting his teeth so hard it was on the verge of breaking as Taemin just had to wiggle some more, that delightful bottom rubbing against Minho's ahem, and Minho was trying to think of something else, like the time they did School of Rock and his hyungs looked so funny dressed as girls--
This only led to thoughts of Taemin dressed as a girl, the one that made him question his own sexual orientation.
Taemin wiggled again, and just like that, Minho's ring-ding-dong stood up happily at the attention.
Taemin finally stopped wiggling, pretending to watch the TV with a siren's smile flirting on his lips, while Minho felt very much like a pervert.
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Third weapon -- play.
Minho was exhausted.
His defenses were beginning to collapse one by one, and it would eventually lead to him losing his cool. And Minho never, ever, ever lost his cool.
He met Taemin's eyes from across the dining table, and the not-so-innocent maknae merely gave him a smile, his pink tongue lightly licking the tip of his chopsticks. Minho immediately looked down at his dinner, taking deep breaths.
Focus on your dinner, Choi Minho, he berated himself. He ate quickly and efficiently, almost piling the food inside his mouth in his hurry.
Just then, something pressed against his leg.
It trailed up, and up, until it was on his thigh. It continued until it was resting on his lap.
He slowly looked down, and saw that it was a foot.
Minho took a deep, deep breath. Maybe it was Key's foot (he tried not to think of how awkward that would be) and he thought he was playing footsie with Jinki-hyung. But Jinki-hyung was on the end of the table, and Key was right next to him, who also had his legs up (complaining that the floor was cold).
Minho highly doubted it was Jonghyun.
Hell, who was he kidding? He knew exactly who that slender foot belonged to.
He opted to ignore it, eating his dinner even faster. Jonghyun threw him a weird look, patting him on the back with a laugh, saying "Slow down, buddy!"
But he couldn't possibly slow down, not with that damn foot doing things to him, and he was reaching his limit but he didn't want to--
Taemin twisted his foot in a move that would make a pornstar proud. And it succeeded.
Minho exploded, and promptly choked on his dinner.
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Key stopped what he was doing, sensing that Jinki's mind was somewhere else. "Jinki, what are you thinking about?"
Jinki hesitated before answering. "Minho-ah, actually."
"..."
"OW! Kibummie, that hurt!"
"You wanna die?" He gave Jinki's balls a threatening squeeze. The older boy squeaked, fearing for his manhood. "I'm giving you a blowjob and you think about Minho?"
"Not like that! I mean, I'm just worried about the boy, like the incident at dinner yesterday. And he seems stressed."
"OH! Actually, now that you mention it," Key let go of Jinki, ignoring his huge sigh of relief. "I was doing the laundry the other day and there was a...a protein stain on Minho's boxers." Jinki gaped.
"Are you sure it wasn't Jjong's?"
"I know, I checked if it was too, but it's definitely Minho's." The two exchanged looks.
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Minho had decided that enough was enough.
If it was a war Taemin wanted, then he was ready to fight back.
It was by pure luck that Key decided to do the groceries that Sunday afternoon, dragging an unwilling Jonghyun along, and Jinki always went anyway. Taemin excused himself, saying he needed to do homework, and Minho had been in the shower.
Minho stepped out of the shower, wondering why he had a feeling of dread. As he moved out into the living room, he wondered why it was so quiet.
His opponent was sitting on the sofa, watching TV alone.
He suddenly realized that they were very much alone in the house.
Taemin looked up from the TV, and sent him a sexy smile, patting the space on the sofa next to him.
"Come sit with me, hyung."
Minho refused to back out even though he really wanted to. Stiffly, he walked over to the sofa and sat, putting some space between them. He wasn't really surprised when Taemin slid closer, pressing their bodies together.
They sat and watched the comedy show for a bit, Minho as still as a statue. Must keep control, he repeated in his head over and over again. Taemin merely laughed at the show's jokes.
After an excruciating twenty minutes of watching, Taemin knew it was time. He stood, smiling down at his hyung.
"Do you want to watch a movie, hyung?" Minho nodded stiffly, looking distracted. Taemin smiled, and got to his knees when he reached the DVD player, going on all fours to put the DVD in.
Minho watched the shorts tighten on Taemin's ass, and finally lost.
"Fuck control," he growled, charging towards Taemin and wrestling him to the ground.
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The three hyungs came back from grocery shopping, Jonghyun leading them.
"We're back!" Jonghyun called out, absently looking towards the living room. His eyes widened.
"Oh my god, my eyes!" The groceries hit the floor.
Jinki and Key came running, Key gasping at the scattered groceries on the floor, along with a gaping Jonghyun.
"YAH! Jjong, what the hell--" Key charged forward, fully intending to give Jonghyun a piece of his mind (rolling his eyes when Jinki tripped on an orange behind him) when he happened to look at the direction Jonghyun was gaping at.
He screamed.
"What is wrong with everybody?" Jinki recovered from his mishap with the orange, trying to avoid the other groceries scattered on the floor. He looked inside the living room as well, and promptly fell flat on his ass.
A stark naked Taemin merely giggled in Minho's arms, and Minho prayed for redemption.
Indeed, Minho never lost his cool.
But that was until he met Taemin.
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Taemin, you naughty boy. LOL
Comments are loved <333
Yay for sequels <3
Pairing: 2min, with random OnKey
Rating: PG-13 for implied smut
Genre: Crack
Summary: Taemin attempts the art of seduction.
Minho prided himself at being able to stay cool in any situation. Any.
When SHINee won first place for their 'Juliette' comeback, he manfully held back the tears and emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him. (Jonghyun, even if he was the hyung, couldn't manage the same. But that was understandable.)
When Key was having another one of his 'diva moments', bitching at everyone for no apparent reason, he was the only one who could manage to not react. (Taemin would cry, Jinki would attempt to comfort, and Jonghyun would bitch back, possibly the worst reaction ever.)
When Jinki was suffering another bout of his condition (dubbed 'Onew Sangtae'), he was the only one who wouldn't sing along to the song that the other members took so much delight in singing (because he knew this hurt Jinki, even just a little bit).
But Taemin...
Minho had long since trained himself to be immune to Taemin's weapons. "The pout", "the smile", and "the wiggle", as he had labelled them, would bring even the strongest to their knees.
But not him, since he was Minho. And Minho, well. Minho was cool at any situation.
Little did he know that Taemin was about to bring out the big guns.
-----------------------------------------------------------
First weapon -- exposure.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and the members had just gotten back from an interview. It was quite hot, so everyone donned loose shirts and shorts to keep themselves cool.
Minho hadn't much as blinked an eyelid when Key came out wearing tight, short-shorts. Such a sight no longer had the power to shock him, and he merely shook his head when Jinki-hyung gaped beside him.
But when Taemin came out...
If Minho were to react to anything, the key to knowing it would be his eyes. And those eyes grew so impossibly large to the sight before him that his eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs.
Taemin was wearing even shorter shorts (he didn't think it was possible) than Key, and it was practically molding itself on his ass. Paired with this was a loose shirt (that he was sure was his) that nearly hid Taemin's shorts, so it looked as if he wasn't wearing any. The finishing touch to the ensemble was Taemin's hair tied in the 'apple hairstyle' with a pink bow (much like his hair on the Wonder Boys' Tell Me Your Wish performance).
Perhaps Taemin noticed him gaping, (or maybe he felt a burning sensation on his ass. Or legs) since the maknae gifted him with a sweet smile.
"Oh, I borrowed your shirt, hyung~"
He then turned to reach for a glass on the cupboard, and his shorts tightened even more on his ass.
Blood spurted out of Minho's nose.
Minho blamed it on the hot weather, Key rushed over worriedly with a ready tissue, Jinki calmly advised Minho to tilt his head up, and Jonghyun turned on the air-conditioner.
Taemin, on the other hand, simply sipped his fruit juice with a sweet smile.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Second weapon -- close contact.
Taemin loved to cuddle. He cuddled people, people cuddled him. It was a normal occurrence, and even Minho himself was many a recipient of Taemin's cuddles. A piggy-back here, a hug from behind there.
But this, this was new.
It was raining, and the temperature had dropped. The heater was broken, and wouldn't be fixed until tomorrow, so everyone was freezing. Jonghyun had gone to the gym to heat himself up, and Jinki and Key were 'cuddling' under a mound of blankets in the bedroom ("Cuddling, right, and I'm Kang Ho Dong", Jonghyun had snorted before leaving).
Minho was watching TV, wearing a sweater with a blanket spread over his legs to keep him warm. He was flipping the channel when Taemin came in, wearing pyjamas that looked five sizes too big, shivering.
Without announcement, Taemin slid next to him and onto his lap.
Minho froze.
"I want a hug. I'm so cold, hyung."
For a moment, Minho sat frozen while Taemin fidgeted on his lap. This kind of cuddle was one only Key (as Taemin's umma) or Jinki (as Taemin's appa) received. Minho was the older brother, he didn't, wasn't, shouldn't supposed to get cuddles like this--
Taemin wiggled again, and Minho could feel his eyes rolling at the back of his head.
--because it would lead to impure thoughts.
"Hyung, you're so warm." Minho forced a smile, gritting his teeth so hard it was on the verge of breaking as Taemin just had to wiggle some more, that delightful bottom rubbing against Minho's ahem, and Minho was trying to think of something else, like the time they did School of Rock and his hyungs looked so funny dressed as girls--
This only led to thoughts of Taemin dressed as a girl, the one that made him question his own sexual orientation.
Taemin wiggled again, and just like that, Minho's ring-ding-dong stood up happily at the attention.
Taemin finally stopped wiggling, pretending to watch the TV with a siren's smile flirting on his lips, while Minho felt very much like a pervert.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Third weapon -- play.
Minho was exhausted.
His defenses were beginning to collapse one by one, and it would eventually lead to him losing his cool. And Minho never, ever, ever lost his cool.
He met Taemin's eyes from across the dining table, and the not-so-innocent maknae merely gave him a smile, his pink tongue lightly licking the tip of his chopsticks. Minho immediately looked down at his dinner, taking deep breaths.
Focus on your dinner, Choi Minho, he berated himself. He ate quickly and efficiently, almost piling the food inside his mouth in his hurry.
Just then, something pressed against his leg.
It trailed up, and up, until it was on his thigh. It continued until it was resting on his lap.
He slowly looked down, and saw that it was a foot.
Minho took a deep, deep breath. Maybe it was Key's foot (he tried not to think of how awkward that would be) and he thought he was playing footsie with Jinki-hyung. But Jinki-hyung was on the end of the table, and Key was right next to him, who also had his legs up (complaining that the floor was cold).
Minho highly doubted it was Jonghyun.
Hell, who was he kidding? He knew exactly who that slender foot belonged to.
He opted to ignore it, eating his dinner even faster. Jonghyun threw him a weird look, patting him on the back with a laugh, saying "Slow down, buddy!"
But he couldn't possibly slow down, not with that damn foot doing things to him, and he was reaching his limit but he didn't want to--
Taemin twisted his foot in a move that would make a pornstar proud. And it succeeded.
Minho exploded, and promptly choked on his dinner.
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Key stopped what he was doing, sensing that Jinki's mind was somewhere else. "Jinki, what are you thinking about?"
Jinki hesitated before answering. "Minho-ah, actually."
"..."
"OW! Kibummie, that hurt!"
"You wanna die?" He gave Jinki's balls a threatening squeeze. The older boy squeaked, fearing for his manhood. "I'm giving you a blowjob and you think about Minho?"
"Not like that! I mean, I'm just worried about the boy, like the incident at dinner yesterday. And he seems stressed."
"OH! Actually, now that you mention it," Key let go of Jinki, ignoring his huge sigh of relief. "I was doing the laundry the other day and there was a...a protein stain on Minho's boxers." Jinki gaped.
"Are you sure it wasn't Jjong's?"
"I know, I checked if it was too, but it's definitely Minho's." The two exchanged looks.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Minho had decided that enough was enough.
If it was a war Taemin wanted, then he was ready to fight back.
It was by pure luck that Key decided to do the groceries that Sunday afternoon, dragging an unwilling Jonghyun along, and Jinki always went anyway. Taemin excused himself, saying he needed to do homework, and Minho had been in the shower.
Minho stepped out of the shower, wondering why he had a feeling of dread. As he moved out into the living room, he wondered why it was so quiet.
His opponent was sitting on the sofa, watching TV alone.
He suddenly realized that they were very much alone in the house.
Taemin looked up from the TV, and sent him a sexy smile, patting the space on the sofa next to him.
"Come sit with me, hyung."
Minho refused to back out even though he really wanted to. Stiffly, he walked over to the sofa and sat, putting some space between them. He wasn't really surprised when Taemin slid closer, pressing their bodies together.
They sat and watched the comedy show for a bit, Minho as still as a statue. Must keep control, he repeated in his head over and over again. Taemin merely laughed at the show's jokes.
After an excruciating twenty minutes of watching, Taemin knew it was time. He stood, smiling down at his hyung.
"Do you want to watch a movie, hyung?" Minho nodded stiffly, looking distracted. Taemin smiled, and got to his knees when he reached the DVD player, going on all fours to put the DVD in.
Minho watched the shorts tighten on Taemin's ass, and finally lost.
"Fuck control," he growled, charging towards Taemin and wrestling him to the ground.
-----------------------------------------------------------
The three hyungs came back from grocery shopping, Jonghyun leading them.
"We're back!" Jonghyun called out, absently looking towards the living room. His eyes widened.
"Oh my god, my eyes!" The groceries hit the floor.
Jinki and Key came running, Key gasping at the scattered groceries on the floor, along with a gaping Jonghyun.
"YAH! Jjong, what the hell--" Key charged forward, fully intending to give Jonghyun a piece of his mind (rolling his eyes when Jinki tripped on an orange behind him) when he happened to look at the direction Jonghyun was gaping at.
He screamed.
"What is wrong with everybody?" Jinki recovered from his mishap with the orange, trying to avoid the other groceries scattered on the floor. He looked inside the living room as well, and promptly fell flat on his ass.
A stark naked Taemin merely giggled in Minho's arms, and Minho prayed for redemption.
Indeed, Minho never lost his cool.
But that was until he met Taemin.
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Taemin, you naughty boy. LOL
Comments are loved <333
Yay for sequels <3