5 Times Taemin Failed To Confess To Minho (And The One Time He Didn’t); Minho/Taemin; PG
Title: 5 Times Taemin Failed To Confess To Minho (And The One Time He Didn’t)
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: PG
Pairing/Focus: Minho/Taemin
A/N: My birthday fic for chaeii! I love you bb! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D ♥♥♥
i.
“Taeminnie, there’s a saying that the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
Taemin looked up at his hyung who was hovering over him, a smirk on his lips. Taemin chewed on his bottom lip as he started to shift in his seat uncomfortably.
“What… what are you talking about, Key-hyung?”
Key rolled his eyes at Taemin’s poor attempt at lying, and stubbornly told the younger to scoot as he squished himself into the tiny space of the couch. Taemin winced at his hyung’s close proximity but decided to keep his mouth shut as Key began to talk once more.
“Oh, if only you could see how you stare at Minho every chance you get. You look at him like he’s some sort of god or something.” Key talked animatedly, flicking his hands as he glanced at Taemin. “Personally, I don’t see anything appealing in Minho. Well, okay, he’s good-looking, tall, soft-spoken… and, yeah, the list goes on and on but whatever. Anyway.”
Taemin leaned back as Key leaned closer until their noses were almost brushing against each other.
“This is about you. And how you’re going to tell Minho that you like him.”
“Wait, what?” Taemin cried as his hyung dragged him into the kitchen.
“Put on an apron, Taeminnie! We’re baking Minho a cake!”
*
“Hyung, I don’t - this just doesn’t seem right.” Taemin said, watching Key mix all the ingredients together. “I mean, I’m the one who’s going to confess, but you’re making the cake! And - and I was thinking. I’m not really ready to confess to Minho-hyung just yet. I… I need more time to - “
“All done!” Key said happily, cutting Taemin off. He smiled, pouring the mixture into a molding tray. Taemin wondered if his hyung had been listening to him at all. But his suspicions were soon cleared after a few minutes, with Key standing beside him in front of the oven, watching the cake slowly forming.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Taemin. You can’t bake a cake to save your life. I’m doing you a huge favor.”
*
Minho went back to the dorm a little past 12 midnight. He entered without saying a word, his whole body screaming of exhaustion as he went straight to his room. He was almost halfway there when Key blocked his way, a big smile plastered on his face. The younger halted, barely surprised. At least he knew why it had been quiet. Too quiet, in fact.
“Hello, Minho!” Key greeted him brightly. “How was the interview? Did you do well? Have you eaten dinner?”
Minho closed his eyes, momentarily dazed as Key waited for him to respond. Finally, Minho came up with the most polite (and the most coherent) reply he could muster:
“I’m tired, hyung. I need sleep.” his voice cracked around the end, which seemed to make Key smile even wider.
“Aha! You need water, Minho. Your throat is too dry!”
“No, hyung, really. Just. Just sleep. Please.”
“Nonsense! Come on, Minho, let’s go get a glass of water in the kitchen!”
Key tried to grab him by the arm, but Minho was quick to avoid his grip. And while Key was still a bit dumbstruck, the younger man slid past him, pressing his body against the wall as he finally ran to his room, shutting the door quickly as Key wailed.
“MINHOOOO!”
A series of knocks and kicks against his door ensued, but Minho managed to ignore all of it. Finally, when the noises had ended, he reluctantly opened the door just a tiny bit, enough for him to spot his hyung’s pout and for Minho to offer a half smile.
“Now, hyung, how about that water?”
*
Taemin’s shoulders slumped when he saw Key instead of Minho.
“He only wants some water.” Key said dryly, glaring at the general direction of Minho’s bedroom. “He’s so cocky today, ugh.”
“He’s probably really tired for him to act like that.” Taemin said, concern on his face. He closed the lid of the box of his ‘confession cake’ (as Key had lovingly named it). “This can wait until tomorrow.”
And with that, he put the box inside the refrigerator, completely missing his hyung’s disappointed gaze at him.
*
“You are such an idio - URGH.” Key stopped himself as Onew cowered a bit, eyes wide and arms crossed over his head protectively.
“What did I do?!” the leader screamed as a pillow was once again smothered straight onto his face. Key gritted his teeth, eyes sharp as he continued to torture Onew.
“YOU. ATE. TAEMIN’S. CONFESSION. CAKE.”
Taemin could only watch in horror.
ii.
“Let’s try another approach.” Key said, clapping his hands together. He was sitting beside Taemin again, and just like the last time, he was way too close. But Taemin remained silent, vague images of Onew’s pained expression popping into his mind.
“And… what might that be, hyung?” the magnae asked, eyes wide with curiousity (and dread).
“Let’s try it the old-fashioned way!” Key answered. His eyes twinkled and his hands become animated once more as he continued. “Why don’t you try giving him a bouquet of flowers? It’s the simplest yet the most effective way of proclaiming your love!”
Taemin blinked, picturing himself giving Minho a bouquet of flowers. It made his heart flutter, thinking of how clichéd it was, yet so stupidly romantic. He managed a smile as he awkwardly glanced at his hyung.
“I think… I think I like that, Key-hyung.”
*
Taemin regretted ever saying those words.
“I’m sorry, hyung! I didn’t know you were allergic to this certain kind of flower!” he wailed while Minho sneezed and sneezed and sneezed. And sneezed. “This is all my fault! I’m so sorry, hyung! I’m really really really sor -“
“All right, all right, it’s -“ Minho sneezed, blinking back tears as he tried to look presentable to Taemin. “… it’s okay, Taemin-ah. I understa --“
Minho succumbed into a series of sneezes until he had to wave Taemin out of his room.
iii.
“This isn’t working out as it should.” Key said, now a little bit farther from Taemin. The younger of the two gave him a downcast look, burying his face in his hands. “Oh Taeminnie, we’ll figure out another way.”
“I… I don’t really know, Key-hyung. What if it just isn’t supposed to happen?” Taemin’s voice was muffled as he spoke. “What if Minho-hyung really isn’t supposed to know…?”
Key gaped at him, scandalized. He even had a hand over his heart as he lightly patted Taemin’s head with the other.
“Are you giving up that easily? Don’t you think that Minho deserves your feelings?” he said, now pressing himself against Taemin again. The younger whimpered as his hyung began to shake him, hands gripping his shoulders. “Never give up on your feelings, Taeminnie!”
Taemin nodded frantically, scared to death as he saw the glint in his hyung’s eyes.
*
“Are you sure, hyung?” Taemin glanced over his shoulder to where Key was observing him silently. “Will Minho-hyung really read this?”
Key’s eyebrows furrowed. “He won’t if you don’t make it quick. Hurry, he’ll come down any second now!”
The magnae frantically opened Minho’s lunchbox and stuck the note he had written inside. Right after the lid was shut tight, Minho entered the kitchen, not even sparing the two a glance as he grabbed his things, including the lunchbox.
Taemin gulped as he and Key stepped aside to make way for Minho, who was obviously caught in a tight schedule.
“See you later, Taemin-ah. And you too, Key-hyung.”
And with that, the front door closed behind him.
“Prepare yourself, Taeminnie.” Key said, pleased with himself. “After a few more hours, Minho will be yours.”
*
At around lunchtime, Taemin’s mobile phone rang; alerting him that someone was calling him. His eyes were wide as he looked straight at Key, who was urging him to answer the call. With shaking hands, Taemin was finally able to press the ‘accept call’ button.
“H-hello?”
“Um… Taemin?”
Taemin frowned, looking over at Key again. The latter noticed this and mouthed “What’s wrong?”.
Taemin answered by replying to the caller.
“Yes, Onew-hyung?”
Key face-palmed.
*
“What you wrote really touched me, Taeminnie, but I’m just not interested. I’m sorry… but really I appreciate your feelings and I -“
Key snatched the mobile phone and hissed at Onew.
“Did you eat Minho’s lunch?”
“What,” Onew replied, confusion painfully evident in his voice. “Key, is that you? Well, um yeah, I did. I was really hungry and he told me I could eat his lunch and - oh. Oh.”
Key groaned as he hung up.
iv.
“I really liked the line ‘And though you may not return my feelings, it brings me so much happiness to know that you know what I feel for you.’ It’s just so tragic.” Onew said brightly as he squished himself on the couch beside Taemin.
“Hey! There’s no more space for you!” Key yelped as he planted his butt firmly down on the couch. Taemin, who was seated between his two hyungs, whimpered.
“What’s the point, hyung?” he wailed, his eyes watery as his two hyungs stopped blabbering and finally paid attention to him. Onew bit his lip, patting Taemin’s head affectionately. He looked over at Key, who was rubbing the younger man’s back comfortingly. “Why can’t I just tell him? Can’t I just come up to Minho-hyung and tell him what I feel?”
“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Onew said. “That way, it won’t be hard for you both!”
“Are you mad?” Key cried, glaring at Onew. “You can’t just come up to him and tell him what you feel! A love like yours is something that should be told in a special way!”
Onew was about to protest, but one glare from Key told him that he should shut up. Taemin did the same, curling into a ball as Key stood up, hands on his hips as he eyed the two on the couch.
“Now, I’ve come up with another plan…”
*
“Minho-hyung?”
Minho unplugged his earphones as he saw Taemin’s head peeking in his room.
“Yes, Taemin-ah?” he said, gesturing for the other to enter his room. Taemin blushed, closing the door behind him, but not before spotting Onew and Key thumbs-upping him. He smiled nervously as Minho tilted his head curiously.
“I… I wrote a song, hyung.” the magnae blushed even harder as Minho slowly smiled. “ And I w-want, um. I want you to tell me… what you think of it.”
“Okay, sure.” Minho sat down on his bed, looking up at Taemin who stood right in front of him, hiding his red face as much as he could as he began to sing.
*
“I just know they’re making out right now!” Key said gleefully, clapping his hands excitedly. They were a few feet away from Minho’s door, completely hidden from view.
“I can still hear Taeminnie singing.” Onew said blankly. Key rolled his eyes, ignoring the leader as they waited for a few more minutes. Finally, the door opened, and Taemin walked out, shoulders slumped. Onew and Key looked at each other warily before they followed the boy to his own room.
“Taeminnie, what happened?” Key asked, truly concerned. Taemin flopped down on his bed, face pressed against the mattress.
“He told me that he liked it, but I needed to change the line ‘I love you, boy.’ to ‘I love you, girl.’”
Taemin buried his face further into his bed, muffling his frustrated cry.
Key cursed Minho and his density.
v.
“Why don’t you just seduce him, Taeminnie?” Key asked. Onew, who had been drinking from a can of soda, sputtered on his drink and shot Key a bewildered look.
“KIBUM!”
“H-hyung, I don’t really think that… that’ll work.” Taemin stuttered, his face flushing as he imagined himself in compromising positions with Minho. “B-besides, I’m not s-seductive! All the noonas brand me as the cute one and --”
“Aha! See, Taeminnie, the real reason why you don’t want to do it is because you don’t think you’ll do it well, not because you just simply don’t want to do it.” Key finished triumphantly.
“Huh.” Onew deadpanned.
“I don’t know…” Taemin said, averting his gaze. Key pouted, bringing himself close to the magnae.
“Come on, Taeminnie!” he leaned closer, his lips near Taemin’s ear. “I know that you want Minho badly. Not just for his feelings, but for his body as well.”
“I… I - that’s not…” Taemin blushed, marking himself guilty as Key punched his fist up in the air, declaring victory.
*
“M-Minho-hyung…?”
“Yes, Taem -"
Minho stared at the younger man in front of him, face flushed and hair askew. His lips were full and red. Taemin wore an oversized shirt that revealed a milky expanse of his neck and shoulders. And he smelled good.
“Please do things to me, hyung.”
Taemin watched as Minho’s face flushed pink as well, before finally slamming the door right on his face and locking it for good measure.
Not far away, both Key and Onew said “Oh, SNAP!”
(vi.)
“He’s never going to talk to me, much less look at me!” Taemin wailed, scooping ice cream and shoving it into his mouth. Key hung his head guiltily. He was obviously out of ideas.
“There, there, Taeminnie.” Onew said soothily, rubbing Taemin’s back as the other continued to scoop ice cream after ice cream into his mouth. The magnae sniffled, eyes threatening to spill tears as he finally shoved the tub of ice cream away.
“Minho-hyung’s probably disgusted with me! He’ll - he’ll never like me back!” Taemin hugged himself and continued ranting. “And now I’ve ruined our friendship! I don’t know what to do anymore -“
“Taemin.” Onew said firmly, an idea popping into his mind. “Taemin-ah. Listen to me. I… I have a plan.”
Both Taemin and Key gawked at him.
“You have a plan?” Key snorted, but was silenced by Taemin’s pout at him.
Onew smiled at Taemin before relaying his plan.
*
Just talk to him. Keep it simple, Taemin-ah!
Taemin breathed in and out as he willed himself to relax. He looked over his shoulder and smiled, seeing neither of his two hyungs present. He had asked for this to be a private moment.
He brought up a shaking hand and weakly knocked on Minho’s door.
A gasp was heard from the inside, and after a few more seconds, the door opened to reveal Minho, who was still a bit pink-faced. This reminded Taemin of the embarrassing incident that occurred earlier and resulted to him blushing as well and forgetting his rehearsed speech.
“I really like you, Minho-hyung!” he blurted out instead. Minho opened his mouth, then decided not respond through words, and instead pulled Taemin into his room, making sure to close the door and lock it.
*
“Soooo, what exactly happened?”
Taemin giggled, squishing himself between his two hyungs on the sofa.
“Let’s just say that everything worked out just fine.” he replied coyly, one eyebrow raised suggestively. Key grumbled, poking the magnae’s cheek.
“Look at you, playing coy. I helped you, remember? I at least deserve to know what happened!” he said, giving Taemin a hurt look as he spoke.
“Ah, but in the end, your plans were all useless, and mine worked!” Onew said proudly. “So, I deserve to know what was the result!”
Taemin merely smiled, standing up from his place as he heard Minho coming down the stairs.
“Oh, hyung, don’t you think it’s obvious?” Taemin said as Minho entered the room and planted a kiss on the younger man’s cheek.
*
End
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: PG
Pairing/Focus: Minho/Taemin
A/N: My birthday fic for chaeii! I love you bb! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D ♥♥♥
i.
“Taeminnie, there’s a saying that the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
Taemin looked up at his hyung who was hovering over him, a smirk on his lips. Taemin chewed on his bottom lip as he started to shift in his seat uncomfortably.
“What… what are you talking about, Key-hyung?”
Key rolled his eyes at Taemin’s poor attempt at lying, and stubbornly told the younger to scoot as he squished himself into the tiny space of the couch. Taemin winced at his hyung’s close proximity but decided to keep his mouth shut as Key began to talk once more.
“Oh, if only you could see how you stare at Minho every chance you get. You look at him like he’s some sort of god or something.” Key talked animatedly, flicking his hands as he glanced at Taemin. “Personally, I don’t see anything appealing in Minho. Well, okay, he’s good-looking, tall, soft-spoken… and, yeah, the list goes on and on but whatever. Anyway.”
Taemin leaned back as Key leaned closer until their noses were almost brushing against each other.
“This is about you. And how you’re going to tell Minho that you like him.”
“Wait, what?” Taemin cried as his hyung dragged him into the kitchen.
“Put on an apron, Taeminnie! We’re baking Minho a cake!”
*
“Hyung, I don’t - this just doesn’t seem right.” Taemin said, watching Key mix all the ingredients together. “I mean, I’m the one who’s going to confess, but you’re making the cake! And - and I was thinking. I’m not really ready to confess to Minho-hyung just yet. I… I need more time to - “
“All done!” Key said happily, cutting Taemin off. He smiled, pouring the mixture into a molding tray. Taemin wondered if his hyung had been listening to him at all. But his suspicions were soon cleared after a few minutes, with Key standing beside him in front of the oven, watching the cake slowly forming.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Taemin. You can’t bake a cake to save your life. I’m doing you a huge favor.”
*
Minho went back to the dorm a little past 12 midnight. He entered without saying a word, his whole body screaming of exhaustion as he went straight to his room. He was almost halfway there when Key blocked his way, a big smile plastered on his face. The younger halted, barely surprised. At least he knew why it had been quiet. Too quiet, in fact.
“Hello, Minho!” Key greeted him brightly. “How was the interview? Did you do well? Have you eaten dinner?”
Minho closed his eyes, momentarily dazed as Key waited for him to respond. Finally, Minho came up with the most polite (and the most coherent) reply he could muster:
“I’m tired, hyung. I need sleep.” his voice cracked around the end, which seemed to make Key smile even wider.
“Aha! You need water, Minho. Your throat is too dry!”
“No, hyung, really. Just. Just sleep. Please.”
“Nonsense! Come on, Minho, let’s go get a glass of water in the kitchen!”
Key tried to grab him by the arm, but Minho was quick to avoid his grip. And while Key was still a bit dumbstruck, the younger man slid past him, pressing his body against the wall as he finally ran to his room, shutting the door quickly as Key wailed.
“MINHOOOO!”
A series of knocks and kicks against his door ensued, but Minho managed to ignore all of it. Finally, when the noises had ended, he reluctantly opened the door just a tiny bit, enough for him to spot his hyung’s pout and for Minho to offer a half smile.
“Now, hyung, how about that water?”
*
Taemin’s shoulders slumped when he saw Key instead of Minho.
“He only wants some water.” Key said dryly, glaring at the general direction of Minho’s bedroom. “He’s so cocky today, ugh.”
“He’s probably really tired for him to act like that.” Taemin said, concern on his face. He closed the lid of the box of his ‘confession cake’ (as Key had lovingly named it). “This can wait until tomorrow.”
And with that, he put the box inside the refrigerator, completely missing his hyung’s disappointed gaze at him.
*
“You are such an idio - URGH.” Key stopped himself as Onew cowered a bit, eyes wide and arms crossed over his head protectively.
“What did I do?!” the leader screamed as a pillow was once again smothered straight onto his face. Key gritted his teeth, eyes sharp as he continued to torture Onew.
“YOU. ATE. TAEMIN’S. CONFESSION. CAKE.”
Taemin could only watch in horror.
ii.
“Let’s try another approach.” Key said, clapping his hands together. He was sitting beside Taemin again, and just like the last time, he was way too close. But Taemin remained silent, vague images of Onew’s pained expression popping into his mind.
“And… what might that be, hyung?” the magnae asked, eyes wide with curiousity (and dread).
“Let’s try it the old-fashioned way!” Key answered. His eyes twinkled and his hands become animated once more as he continued. “Why don’t you try giving him a bouquet of flowers? It’s the simplest yet the most effective way of proclaiming your love!”
Taemin blinked, picturing himself giving Minho a bouquet of flowers. It made his heart flutter, thinking of how clichéd it was, yet so stupidly romantic. He managed a smile as he awkwardly glanced at his hyung.
“I think… I think I like that, Key-hyung.”
*
Taemin regretted ever saying those words.
“I’m sorry, hyung! I didn’t know you were allergic to this certain kind of flower!” he wailed while Minho sneezed and sneezed and sneezed. And sneezed. “This is all my fault! I’m so sorry, hyung! I’m really really really sor -“
“All right, all right, it’s -“ Minho sneezed, blinking back tears as he tried to look presentable to Taemin. “… it’s okay, Taemin-ah. I understa --“
Minho succumbed into a series of sneezes until he had to wave Taemin out of his room.
iii.
“This isn’t working out as it should.” Key said, now a little bit farther from Taemin. The younger of the two gave him a downcast look, burying his face in his hands. “Oh Taeminnie, we’ll figure out another way.”
“I… I don’t really know, Key-hyung. What if it just isn’t supposed to happen?” Taemin’s voice was muffled as he spoke. “What if Minho-hyung really isn’t supposed to know…?”
Key gaped at him, scandalized. He even had a hand over his heart as he lightly patted Taemin’s head with the other.
“Are you giving up that easily? Don’t you think that Minho deserves your feelings?” he said, now pressing himself against Taemin again. The younger whimpered as his hyung began to shake him, hands gripping his shoulders. “Never give up on your feelings, Taeminnie!”
Taemin nodded frantically, scared to death as he saw the glint in his hyung’s eyes.
*
“Are you sure, hyung?” Taemin glanced over his shoulder to where Key was observing him silently. “Will Minho-hyung really read this?”
Key’s eyebrows furrowed. “He won’t if you don’t make it quick. Hurry, he’ll come down any second now!”
The magnae frantically opened Minho’s lunchbox and stuck the note he had written inside. Right after the lid was shut tight, Minho entered the kitchen, not even sparing the two a glance as he grabbed his things, including the lunchbox.
Taemin gulped as he and Key stepped aside to make way for Minho, who was obviously caught in a tight schedule.
“See you later, Taemin-ah. And you too, Key-hyung.”
And with that, the front door closed behind him.
“Prepare yourself, Taeminnie.” Key said, pleased with himself. “After a few more hours, Minho will be yours.”
*
At around lunchtime, Taemin’s mobile phone rang; alerting him that someone was calling him. His eyes were wide as he looked straight at Key, who was urging him to answer the call. With shaking hands, Taemin was finally able to press the ‘accept call’ button.
“H-hello?”
“Um… Taemin?”
Taemin frowned, looking over at Key again. The latter noticed this and mouthed “What’s wrong?”.
Taemin answered by replying to the caller.
“Yes, Onew-hyung?”
Key face-palmed.
*
“What you wrote really touched me, Taeminnie, but I’m just not interested. I’m sorry… but really I appreciate your feelings and I -“
Key snatched the mobile phone and hissed at Onew.
“Did you eat Minho’s lunch?”
“What,” Onew replied, confusion painfully evident in his voice. “Key, is that you? Well, um yeah, I did. I was really hungry and he told me I could eat his lunch and - oh. Oh.”
Key groaned as he hung up.
iv.
“I really liked the line ‘And though you may not return my feelings, it brings me so much happiness to know that you know what I feel for you.’ It’s just so tragic.” Onew said brightly as he squished himself on the couch beside Taemin.
“Hey! There’s no more space for you!” Key yelped as he planted his butt firmly down on the couch. Taemin, who was seated between his two hyungs, whimpered.
“What’s the point, hyung?” he wailed, his eyes watery as his two hyungs stopped blabbering and finally paid attention to him. Onew bit his lip, patting Taemin’s head affectionately. He looked over at Key, who was rubbing the younger man’s back comfortingly. “Why can’t I just tell him? Can’t I just come up to Minho-hyung and tell him what I feel?”
“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Onew said. “That way, it won’t be hard for you both!”
“Are you mad?” Key cried, glaring at Onew. “You can’t just come up to him and tell him what you feel! A love like yours is something that should be told in a special way!”
Onew was about to protest, but one glare from Key told him that he should shut up. Taemin did the same, curling into a ball as Key stood up, hands on his hips as he eyed the two on the couch.
“Now, I’ve come up with another plan…”
*
“Minho-hyung?”
Minho unplugged his earphones as he saw Taemin’s head peeking in his room.
“Yes, Taemin-ah?” he said, gesturing for the other to enter his room. Taemin blushed, closing the door behind him, but not before spotting Onew and Key thumbs-upping him. He smiled nervously as Minho tilted his head curiously.
“I… I wrote a song, hyung.” the magnae blushed even harder as Minho slowly smiled. “ And I w-want, um. I want you to tell me… what you think of it.”
“Okay, sure.” Minho sat down on his bed, looking up at Taemin who stood right in front of him, hiding his red face as much as he could as he began to sing.
*
“I just know they’re making out right now!” Key said gleefully, clapping his hands excitedly. They were a few feet away from Minho’s door, completely hidden from view.
“I can still hear Taeminnie singing.” Onew said blankly. Key rolled his eyes, ignoring the leader as they waited for a few more minutes. Finally, the door opened, and Taemin walked out, shoulders slumped. Onew and Key looked at each other warily before they followed the boy to his own room.
“Taeminnie, what happened?” Key asked, truly concerned. Taemin flopped down on his bed, face pressed against the mattress.
“He told me that he liked it, but I needed to change the line ‘I love you, boy.’ to ‘I love you, girl.’”
Taemin buried his face further into his bed, muffling his frustrated cry.
Key cursed Minho and his density.
v.
“Why don’t you just seduce him, Taeminnie?” Key asked. Onew, who had been drinking from a can of soda, sputtered on his drink and shot Key a bewildered look.
“KIBUM!”
“H-hyung, I don’t really think that… that’ll work.” Taemin stuttered, his face flushing as he imagined himself in compromising positions with Minho. “B-besides, I’m not s-seductive! All the noonas brand me as the cute one and --”
“Aha! See, Taeminnie, the real reason why you don’t want to do it is because you don’t think you’ll do it well, not because you just simply don’t want to do it.” Key finished triumphantly.
“Huh.” Onew deadpanned.
“I don’t know…” Taemin said, averting his gaze. Key pouted, bringing himself close to the magnae.
“Come on, Taeminnie!” he leaned closer, his lips near Taemin’s ear. “I know that you want Minho badly. Not just for his feelings, but for his body as well.”
“I… I - that’s not…” Taemin blushed, marking himself guilty as Key punched his fist up in the air, declaring victory.
*
“M-Minho-hyung…?”
“Yes, Taem -"
Minho stared at the younger man in front of him, face flushed and hair askew. His lips were full and red. Taemin wore an oversized shirt that revealed a milky expanse of his neck and shoulders. And he smelled good.
“Please do things to me, hyung.”
Taemin watched as Minho’s face flushed pink as well, before finally slamming the door right on his face and locking it for good measure.
Not far away, both Key and Onew said “Oh, SNAP!”
(vi.)
“He’s never going to talk to me, much less look at me!” Taemin wailed, scooping ice cream and shoving it into his mouth. Key hung his head guiltily. He was obviously out of ideas.
“There, there, Taeminnie.” Onew said soothily, rubbing Taemin’s back as the other continued to scoop ice cream after ice cream into his mouth. The magnae sniffled, eyes threatening to spill tears as he finally shoved the tub of ice cream away.
“Minho-hyung’s probably disgusted with me! He’ll - he’ll never like me back!” Taemin hugged himself and continued ranting. “And now I’ve ruined our friendship! I don’t know what to do anymore -“
“Taemin.” Onew said firmly, an idea popping into his mind. “Taemin-ah. Listen to me. I… I have a plan.”
Both Taemin and Key gawked at him.
“You have a plan?” Key snorted, but was silenced by Taemin’s pout at him.
Onew smiled at Taemin before relaying his plan.
*
Just talk to him. Keep it simple, Taemin-ah!
Taemin breathed in and out as he willed himself to relax. He looked over his shoulder and smiled, seeing neither of his two hyungs present. He had asked for this to be a private moment.
He brought up a shaking hand and weakly knocked on Minho’s door.
A gasp was heard from the inside, and after a few more seconds, the door opened to reveal Minho, who was still a bit pink-faced. This reminded Taemin of the embarrassing incident that occurred earlier and resulted to him blushing as well and forgetting his rehearsed speech.
“I really like you, Minho-hyung!” he blurted out instead. Minho opened his mouth, then decided not respond through words, and instead pulled Taemin into his room, making sure to close the door and lock it.
*
“Soooo, what exactly happened?”
Taemin giggled, squishing himself between his two hyungs on the sofa.
“Let’s just say that everything worked out just fine.” he replied coyly, one eyebrow raised suggestively. Key grumbled, poking the magnae’s cheek.
“Look at you, playing coy. I helped you, remember? I at least deserve to know what happened!” he said, giving Taemin a hurt look as he spoke.
“Ah, but in the end, your plans were all useless, and mine worked!” Onew said proudly. “So, I deserve to know what was the result!”
Taemin merely smiled, standing up from his place as he heard Minho coming down the stairs.
“Oh, hyung, don’t you think it’s obvious?” Taemin said as Minho entered the room and planted a kiss on the younger man’s cheek.
*
End