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Key/Taemin/ Wishing you were somehow here again.
Taemin stood before the slab of marble, staring at the engraved name on it. He stared for a long time, his face remaining emotionless. Taemin wanted nothing more than to cry, but whatever he did, he found he couldn’t. He stared until his eyes stung, he bit his lip until it hurt, but not one tear came out.
“Hyu- Umma...” Taemin started, hoping that it would make him cry if he spoke to the grave. “Key Umma, remember when you died, I told you I’d do anything to bring you back? Remember that when the monitor made a long beeping noise and I began to trash your entire room?” He paused, checking if he was sniffling.
None. “And Umma, remember when I wouldn’t let go of your favourite shirt the day you were being buried? You remember that shirt right, the one you wore during that Christmas Special in Star King?” Taemin chuckled at the memory of his hyung dancing to various girl group songs.
“Do you remember my birthday? Yeah, the one where we had to rush you to the hospital. Why didn’t you tell us you had cancer, hyung?” Then he fell to his knees, staring at the grave. He shed no tears, but he shivered, enough to satisfy him. “Why?”
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Minho/Taemin/ This chick’s a dude?!
When Minho came to work that day, he was surprised to be introduced and partnered with the new employee, Taemin as he remembers. When it was break time, he left the younger female at the office to eat her lunch, which consisted of a banana, a sandwich and a carton of milk, which Minho thought was cute. He went over to Kibum’s office, knocked on the door and after a few seconds, was granted in.
“Hyung, why’d you partner me with Taemin-ah?” He asked. Kibum looked up and smirked.
“Cause you need a life. Now get out, I’ve got work.” He said, and Minho fought the urge to kick the man until he cried. So he went out and met up with Taemin in the office once again. The new employee grinned at him as he took out his banana.
“Hi hyung!” Taemin chirped.
And goddamnit, he knew he never should’ve watched porn in the first place. So he grinned and quickly made his way to his desk, right across Taemin’s. So he had to bear with watching her nibble on her banana slowly, and hold it with two hands. And the way her mouth wrapped around the yellow fruit was no help. SO he stared, looking away when Taemin looked up, and after lunch was over, Taemin excused herself to the bathroom.
She brought a small bag with her, and Minho figured she was just having that time of the month. So when she came back, Minho found himself asking, “Taemin-ah, why do you call me hyung?”
“Cause you’re my hyung.”
“No, I’m your oppa.” Taemin stared, and Minho stared as well. Then his face turned into embarrassment and he began stammering apologies.
“Oh shit.”