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taemin/minho l pg l romance/angst l oneshot
being together sounds a lot like love.
soulmate! ♥♥♥
i.
taemin's known minho since forever.
minho's always been the quiet one in class. he's stoic and silent and doesn't really say anything unless he's spoken to. and yet everyone flocks to him. it's always been oppa you're so cool, please go out with me when minho's around. taemin just sits by the corner, quietly observing. it's been like that, ever since kindergarten.
now they are in high school, and there is no difference.
sometimes taemin scribbles things on slips of paper while waiting for minho to be rid of the girls and his work, random keywords that make no sense to anyone but him. like stop, for how minho should stop entering competitions, stop burdening himself with so much work and stop, just stop unknowingly breaking taemin's heart. or listen, for how minho's voice sounds like comfort and how being together sounds a lot like love.
when minho's done with work he gets up from his seat and looks expectantly at taemin. taemin will smile, soft and sincere, and join minho. sometimes he gets glares from the girls, but there's also an occasional oh my he's so cute, what's his name again? whispered from behind.
and the answer always seems to be, he's minho's friend.
just minho's friend.
taemin will falter.
but minho never notices.
at the doorstep of minho's house, taemin will cross his arms and rest the ends of his hands on his shoulders. it forms an 'x' near his chest. minho, upon looking, will always wave it off with a simple goodbye and a smile, before he closes the door. see you tomorrow, he will say. and taemin will nod, knowing that minho will never see it behind the closed door. taemin will then bring his arms down, and he will make his way home.
taemin will sigh.
but minho never notices.
he never notices the gleam in taemin's eyes - a whisper of hope that maybe one day, he'll stop and listen, that maybe -
-maybe he'll see how the x will mark the point of arrival, to the treasure map of taemin's very own heart.
ii.
minho's known taemin since forever.
taemin's always been the sweet, innocent one in the class. the one that no one dares to approach but admires from a distance. when taemin flits to his corner-seat, there will be whispers of how he's so adorable i want to keep him in my pocket from the girls. sometimes even the guys. it's been like that, ever since kindergarten.
now they are in high school, and there is no difference.
taemin will wait for minho when he stays back to complete his work. inside, minho's genuinely happy and grateful. sometimes he speeds through his work, so that taemin doesn't have to wait for too long. most times though, minho finds himself doodling his thoughts out onto the corner of his worksheet, random pictures that only he can understand. like a small bottle of honey, for how taemin had combined instant ramen with honey and chilli powder for minho's birthday and had thrown it all away after a taste. (taemin thought minho would never know. but minho had his ways.) or a haphazard cloud, for the day he caught taemin at the edge of the rooftop, arms extended and ready to hug heaven. the day minho fell in love.
when minho's done with work, his eyes will always travel to taemin's. taemin's quiet and understanding eyes. he doesn't need to say a thing, and they will head towards the setting sun. sometimes the girls will whisper about how they're so perfect together and how i wished i had a best friend like taemin to minho, in wistful longing.
minho will only be a best friend to taemin.
just a best friend.
minho will stop.
but taemin never notices.
along the journey minho will point out shapes of certain clouds, and he will sometimes make weak attempts at jokes with it. about how that cloud looks like them and the one beside it looks like a heart. taemin will smile, polite and faltering. and minho will smile too. but he will also listen, try gazing beyond that smile, to search for an erratic heartbeat or at least an echo of falling as well.
minho will listen.
but taemin never notices.
he never notices the thread of desperation in minho's string of words, the hidden i love yous and would you love me toos in the cadence of his breath and the erratic rises and falls of his chest just -
- just because taemin is around; his smile sweet like honey and his eyes clouded so very mysteriously that minho cannot read.
iii.
people can be friends since forever, from tiny shoes and barbie dolls to bills and coffee dates before work. they can be classmates for ten years and roommates for even more.
but that doesn't mean they'll understand each other any better.
minho knows he'll never understand every curve of taemin's smile and the complexity of his thoughts. he cannot bring himself to admit, just because he's known taemin for the longest ever, that he knows him the best. and taemin will never know why minho participates in every sporting event and every math competition either. why minho's so charming when he doesn't want to be. why minho doesn't look at him the way taemin wants him to.
people change.
but no one ever notices.
maybe they will graduate, minho standing fifty people away from taemin because choi comes before lee and minho's results supersedes taemin's. after they throw their hats to the sky, angling it such that it shields their eyes from the sun, maybe they will take a picture for commemoration's sake. the picture may remain on minho's bedside table for another few years. but that is that. maybe they will never see each other again.
maybe they will enter the same college and become roommates. maybe they'll move on. maybe they'll fight and scream and rage at each other, and smile afterwards, eyes glazed with apologies. maybe their love will die down and they will carry on knowing each other for forever, except that knowing doesn't mean sensing the nuances in their personality. they will remember every curve of the other's body, but they will never understand the other's heart.
or maybe -
- maybe taemin's heart may hold no longer and maybe minho's desperation will grow stronger. maybe one day taemin will understand minho's 'joke' about the clouds and maybe one day minho will pierce through the x and find taemin's heart. maybe then, minho will lean in and kiss taemin on the lips, nice and slow, like a silent sorry for taking so long. until taemin's breath is etched beneath minho's tongue and a flush paints across minho's cheeks, and across his heart.
A/N: i hope i didn't butcher their characters dies ;;
taemin/minho l pg l romance/angst l oneshot
being together sounds a lot like love.
soulmate! ♥♥♥
i.
taemin's known minho since forever.
minho's always been the quiet one in class. he's stoic and silent and doesn't really say anything unless he's spoken to. and yet everyone flocks to him. it's always been oppa you're so cool, please go out with me when minho's around. taemin just sits by the corner, quietly observing. it's been like that, ever since kindergarten.
now they are in high school, and there is no difference.
sometimes taemin scribbles things on slips of paper while waiting for minho to be rid of the girls and his work, random keywords that make no sense to anyone but him. like stop, for how minho should stop entering competitions, stop burdening himself with so much work and stop, just stop unknowingly breaking taemin's heart. or listen, for how minho's voice sounds like comfort and how being together sounds a lot like love.
when minho's done with work he gets up from his seat and looks expectantly at taemin. taemin will smile, soft and sincere, and join minho. sometimes he gets glares from the girls, but there's also an occasional oh my he's so cute, what's his name again? whispered from behind.
and the answer always seems to be, he's minho's friend.
just minho's friend.
taemin will falter.
but minho never notices.
at the doorstep of minho's house, taemin will cross his arms and rest the ends of his hands on his shoulders. it forms an 'x' near his chest. minho, upon looking, will always wave it off with a simple goodbye and a smile, before he closes the door. see you tomorrow, he will say. and taemin will nod, knowing that minho will never see it behind the closed door. taemin will then bring his arms down, and he will make his way home.
taemin will sigh.
but minho never notices.
he never notices the gleam in taemin's eyes - a whisper of hope that maybe one day, he'll stop and listen, that maybe -
-maybe he'll see how the x will mark the point of arrival, to the treasure map of taemin's very own heart.
ii.
minho's known taemin since forever.
taemin's always been the sweet, innocent one in the class. the one that no one dares to approach but admires from a distance. when taemin flits to his corner-seat, there will be whispers of how he's so adorable i want to keep him in my pocket from the girls. sometimes even the guys. it's been like that, ever since kindergarten.
now they are in high school, and there is no difference.
taemin will wait for minho when he stays back to complete his work. inside, minho's genuinely happy and grateful. sometimes he speeds through his work, so that taemin doesn't have to wait for too long. most times though, minho finds himself doodling his thoughts out onto the corner of his worksheet, random pictures that only he can understand. like a small bottle of honey, for how taemin had combined instant ramen with honey and chilli powder for minho's birthday and had thrown it all away after a taste. (taemin thought minho would never know. but minho had his ways.) or a haphazard cloud, for the day he caught taemin at the edge of the rooftop, arms extended and ready to hug heaven. the day minho fell in love.
when minho's done with work, his eyes will always travel to taemin's. taemin's quiet and understanding eyes. he doesn't need to say a thing, and they will head towards the setting sun. sometimes the girls will whisper about how they're so perfect together and how i wished i had a best friend like taemin to minho, in wistful longing.
minho will only be a best friend to taemin.
just a best friend.
minho will stop.
but taemin never notices.
along the journey minho will point out shapes of certain clouds, and he will sometimes make weak attempts at jokes with it. about how that cloud looks like them and the one beside it looks like a heart. taemin will smile, polite and faltering. and minho will smile too. but he will also listen, try gazing beyond that smile, to search for an erratic heartbeat or at least an echo of falling as well.
minho will listen.
but taemin never notices.
he never notices the thread of desperation in minho's string of words, the hidden i love yous and would you love me toos in the cadence of his breath and the erratic rises and falls of his chest just -
- just because taemin is around; his smile sweet like honey and his eyes clouded so very mysteriously that minho cannot read.
iii.
people can be friends since forever, from tiny shoes and barbie dolls to bills and coffee dates before work. they can be classmates for ten years and roommates for even more.
but that doesn't mean they'll understand each other any better.
minho knows he'll never understand every curve of taemin's smile and the complexity of his thoughts. he cannot bring himself to admit, just because he's known taemin for the longest ever, that he knows him the best. and taemin will never know why minho participates in every sporting event and every math competition either. why minho's so charming when he doesn't want to be. why minho doesn't look at him the way taemin wants him to.
people change.
but no one ever notices.
maybe they will graduate, minho standing fifty people away from taemin because choi comes before lee and minho's results supersedes taemin's. after they throw their hats to the sky, angling it such that it shields their eyes from the sun, maybe they will take a picture for commemoration's sake. the picture may remain on minho's bedside table for another few years. but that is that. maybe they will never see each other again.
maybe they will enter the same college and become roommates. maybe they'll move on. maybe they'll fight and scream and rage at each other, and smile afterwards, eyes glazed with apologies. maybe their love will die down and they will carry on knowing each other for forever, except that knowing doesn't mean sensing the nuances in their personality. they will remember every curve of the other's body, but they will never understand the other's heart.
or maybe -
- maybe taemin's heart may hold no longer and maybe minho's desperation will grow stronger. maybe one day taemin will understand minho's 'joke' about the clouds and maybe one day minho will pierce through the x and find taemin's heart. maybe then, minho will lean in and kiss taemin on the lips, nice and slow, like a silent sorry for taking so long. until taemin's breath is etched beneath minho's tongue and a flush paints across minho's cheeks, and across his heart.
A/N: i hope i didn't butcher their characters dies ;;