Officially Missing You Prologue
Title: Officially Missing You (sequel to Never Almost Had You)
Authors: giveitupjessica & nerd_b00ger (the author formally known as annyeonghase_yo)
Pairing: 2min, YoungTae (Youngwon/Taemin), 2min remixed (Changmin/Minho), slight!aOnKey
Genre: AU
Rating: PG+
Summary: Taemin and Minho aren’t getting along as well as they thought they would now that they’re together. Taemin suggests they take a little break.
A/N: So we're back with a sequel since we missed the story so much. Bodyguard will be put on hold while we write this one. Oh and I'll be updating my other stories this weekend. Updates may take a little longer this month since I'm kind of busy with birthdays, work, brother coming home, Easter, and all that jazz.
Prologue
You’d think that after all of the crap we went through in order for us to be together would make our relationship stronger… well, I guess I was wrong. Since the day we confessed to each other on the roof of my apartment building… or if you want to get technical, the day we confessed to each other during that end of the world party, I thought that my relationship with Minho would be nothing less than perfect, but again, I was wrong.
“Drinking again?” I ask Minho as I got home from school and opened the door of my apartment. Minho had moved in with me about a month or two after we started dating to help me pay for the rent. I just stared at him as he poured himself another cup of whatever it was that he was drinking.
“And if I am?” He replies to me sarcastically. Lately Minho has been getting a little reliant on the booze, but luckily he wasn’t the type to get violent. He’d usually drink a few and then just disappear into our room. His high tolerance for alcohol did bother me at times because I was never too sure if he was drinking beyond his limit. He’d always wake up fine, though, so I guess I had nothing to worry about.
“Well, it’s just that you’ve been drinking a lot lately, and I’m worried about your health.” I just watch as Minho poured himself one last glass, before putting the bottle of alcohol back into the cabinet. “Can we just talk for a minute?”
Minho chugged the rest of the liquid that he had in his glass before pinching the bridge of his nose. I knew he had a high tolerance for alcohol, but I knew that even he had his limits. He just looked at me and rolled his eyes before disappearing into our room, softly closing the door behind him. We still slept in the same bed together, but that’s about the only thing we’d do. Sleep.
It was frustrating to say the least being in this relationship with Minho. We barely talked, we barely went on dates, and I couldn’t even remember the last time we had sex. However, he didn’t just start acting like this out of the blue. I actually didn’t notice until Key pointed it out to me, so I guess you could say that his sudden change in attitude did happen out of the blue… to me at least. He kept telling me that I was being too clingy and that the cute act was getting old. Key also pointed out that I would always get jealous when Minho would talk to other guys and even girls. After all the crap we went through, though, I just thought I was being a good boyfriend. I guess I wasn’t.
I headed into the shower and changed into some sweats before making my way back to the kitchen to make something to eat. I wasn’t much of a cook since I’d always depend on Minho to cook for me, but we always made sure that we had instant ramen on hand. It was basically the only thing Minho trusted me to make.
“Make sure you clean up the mess you make when you’re done cooking!” I hear Minho yell from our room. I had to admit, before he moved in, my apartment was kind of a mess. Minho wasn’t the cleanest person either, but ever since he moved in, my apartment hasn’t been so clean. I just roll my eyes before pouring the noodles and soup into a bowl and grabbing a pair of chopsticks. I actually wonder how he knew that I was cooking. I guess I was being a little too loud.
I finished up the soup and quickly did the dishes before heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I took my time to head into our room because there was just no way that I was going to awkwardly lay there in my bed as Minho sulked. However, when I walked in, Minho had fallen asleep. He had his glasses on and a book in his hand. I grabbed the book and took his glasses off and placed them onto our dresser before crawling into bed and turning off the light. I was beginning to wonder if we got serious with each other too fast. Maybe what we need to do is to take a break.
“I really do miss those goodnight kisses…” I pulled the covers of me and quickly fall asleep.
*~*
I knew that the door was going to open soon before I even heard the lock being turned. Taemin always came home at precisely the same time every night. And I mean the exact same time on the dot, every single night. It seems like we’re stuck in a rut. There’s no excitement in our relationship anymore. It’s all so predictable. Every night the same thing happens or a variation of it. I’ll pour myself one more drink right when Taemin gets home. He’ll see it and comment about how I’ve been drinking more these days. I’ll down my drink and leave to go to our bedroom. He’ll go to the bathroom and change into some house clothes before going to get something to eat. I’ll remind him to clean up after himself and about 15-20 minutes later he’ll come to bed after brushing his teeth. I’ll pretend to have fallen asleep while reading a book, he never notices that the book is always on the same exact page every night. He’ll take the book from my hands and the glasses off my face before placing them on the dresser beside me. And then all the lights will go off and he’ll crawl into bed beside me, his back towards me and scrunched in a ball. I’ll wake up first the next morning and leave before his alarm goes off. Then the whole thing starts all over again.
What Taemin doesn’t know or at least never let on to knowing is that I really don’t have a drinking problem. At least not like he thinks. I do have a beer or two before he comes home at the bar near our apartment, but the hard liquor bottles we have long been empty. I’ve just been filling them with water or juice, depending on what kind of bottle it is, because I know that Taemin isn’t much of a drinker. He’ll have a beer or something at parties or if we go out to eat, which we haven’t done in months, but that’s about it. I don’t know why I’ve been deceiving him about my supposed drinking problem, hell I didn’t even know when it started. All I know is that things aren’t the same between us. Something has changed and I don’t know what it is, I’m not even sure if I want to know. Call me a coward for running away from my problems, but I don’t think I could handle it. I love Taemin so much that I can’t face the fact that things may be over between us. So I keep up this charade just to keep him close. Until he decides he’s tired of it and of me, but until that time comes I’m not going to leave his side.
I hear the water turn off from the bathroom and I get into my usual position, book open and slump down a little to look like I’m asleep. I wonder if tonight will be the night he notices that the book is on the same page. I wonder if he’ll read it and realize that I’m silently sending him a message.
Here is my secret. It is very simple: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I feel the book slip from my hands and hear it close before my glasses slip from my face. I guess tonight isn’t going to be the night he notices. I let a sigh escape my lips and lean back into the pillows a little more. Perhaps we’ll try this again tomorrow.
“Taemin,” I think, feeling his body beside me and wanting nothing more than to hold him close, “When will you see it? How many times can a person possibly read The Little Prince in the span of a few months? It’s a child’s book for goodness sake. Do you even know that it’s my favorite book? What happened to us? Where did we go wrong? When did we start to drift apart? Do you even love me anymore or am I holding onto just a memory?”
I let out another sigh and open my eyes. I flip my body over and face his back. I reach out my hand as if to wrap it around his small form, but it stops a mere centimeter from his body before it drops to the mattress. My index lightly grazes the small of his back and I think I feel him flinch at the touch, but figure I’m just imagining things. I close my eyes and wait to fall into a dreamless sleep.
Authors: giveitupjessica & nerd_b00ger (the author formally known as annyeonghase_yo)
Pairing: 2min, YoungTae (Youngwon/Taemin), 2min remixed (Changmin/Minho), slight!aOnKey
Genre: AU
Rating: PG+
Summary: Taemin and Minho aren’t getting along as well as they thought they would now that they’re together. Taemin suggests they take a little break.
A/N: So we're back with a sequel since we missed the story so much. Bodyguard will be put on hold while we write this one. Oh and I'll be updating my other stories this weekend. Updates may take a little longer this month since I'm kind of busy with birthdays, work, brother coming home, Easter, and all that jazz.
Click to viewPrologue
You’d think that after all of the crap we went through in order for us to be together would make our relationship stronger… well, I guess I was wrong. Since the day we confessed to each other on the roof of my apartment building… or if you want to get technical, the day we confessed to each other during that end of the world party, I thought that my relationship with Minho would be nothing less than perfect, but again, I was wrong.
“Drinking again?” I ask Minho as I got home from school and opened the door of my apartment. Minho had moved in with me about a month or two after we started dating to help me pay for the rent. I just stared at him as he poured himself another cup of whatever it was that he was drinking.
“And if I am?” He replies to me sarcastically. Lately Minho has been getting a little reliant on the booze, but luckily he wasn’t the type to get violent. He’d usually drink a few and then just disappear into our room. His high tolerance for alcohol did bother me at times because I was never too sure if he was drinking beyond his limit. He’d always wake up fine, though, so I guess I had nothing to worry about.
“Well, it’s just that you’ve been drinking a lot lately, and I’m worried about your health.” I just watch as Minho poured himself one last glass, before putting the bottle of alcohol back into the cabinet. “Can we just talk for a minute?”
Minho chugged the rest of the liquid that he had in his glass before pinching the bridge of his nose. I knew he had a high tolerance for alcohol, but I knew that even he had his limits. He just looked at me and rolled his eyes before disappearing into our room, softly closing the door behind him. We still slept in the same bed together, but that’s about the only thing we’d do. Sleep.
It was frustrating to say the least being in this relationship with Minho. We barely talked, we barely went on dates, and I couldn’t even remember the last time we had sex. However, he didn’t just start acting like this out of the blue. I actually didn’t notice until Key pointed it out to me, so I guess you could say that his sudden change in attitude did happen out of the blue… to me at least. He kept telling me that I was being too clingy and that the cute act was getting old. Key also pointed out that I would always get jealous when Minho would talk to other guys and even girls. After all the crap we went through, though, I just thought I was being a good boyfriend. I guess I wasn’t.
I headed into the shower and changed into some sweats before making my way back to the kitchen to make something to eat. I wasn’t much of a cook since I’d always depend on Minho to cook for me, but we always made sure that we had instant ramen on hand. It was basically the only thing Minho trusted me to make.
“Make sure you clean up the mess you make when you’re done cooking!” I hear Minho yell from our room. I had to admit, before he moved in, my apartment was kind of a mess. Minho wasn’t the cleanest person either, but ever since he moved in, my apartment hasn’t been so clean. I just roll my eyes before pouring the noodles and soup into a bowl and grabbing a pair of chopsticks. I actually wonder how he knew that I was cooking. I guess I was being a little too loud.
I finished up the soup and quickly did the dishes before heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I took my time to head into our room because there was just no way that I was going to awkwardly lay there in my bed as Minho sulked. However, when I walked in, Minho had fallen asleep. He had his glasses on and a book in his hand. I grabbed the book and took his glasses off and placed them onto our dresser before crawling into bed and turning off the light. I was beginning to wonder if we got serious with each other too fast. Maybe what we need to do is to take a break.
“I really do miss those goodnight kisses…” I pulled the covers of me and quickly fall asleep.
*~*
I knew that the door was going to open soon before I even heard the lock being turned. Taemin always came home at precisely the same time every night. And I mean the exact same time on the dot, every single night. It seems like we’re stuck in a rut. There’s no excitement in our relationship anymore. It’s all so predictable. Every night the same thing happens or a variation of it. I’ll pour myself one more drink right when Taemin gets home. He’ll see it and comment about how I’ve been drinking more these days. I’ll down my drink and leave to go to our bedroom. He’ll go to the bathroom and change into some house clothes before going to get something to eat. I’ll remind him to clean up after himself and about 15-20 minutes later he’ll come to bed after brushing his teeth. I’ll pretend to have fallen asleep while reading a book, he never notices that the book is always on the same exact page every night. He’ll take the book from my hands and the glasses off my face before placing them on the dresser beside me. And then all the lights will go off and he’ll crawl into bed beside me, his back towards me and scrunched in a ball. I’ll wake up first the next morning and leave before his alarm goes off. Then the whole thing starts all over again.
What Taemin doesn’t know or at least never let on to knowing is that I really don’t have a drinking problem. At least not like he thinks. I do have a beer or two before he comes home at the bar near our apartment, but the hard liquor bottles we have long been empty. I’ve just been filling them with water or juice, depending on what kind of bottle it is, because I know that Taemin isn’t much of a drinker. He’ll have a beer or something at parties or if we go out to eat, which we haven’t done in months, but that’s about it. I don’t know why I’ve been deceiving him about my supposed drinking problem, hell I didn’t even know when it started. All I know is that things aren’t the same between us. Something has changed and I don’t know what it is, I’m not even sure if I want to know. Call me a coward for running away from my problems, but I don’t think I could handle it. I love Taemin so much that I can’t face the fact that things may be over between us. So I keep up this charade just to keep him close. Until he decides he’s tired of it and of me, but until that time comes I’m not going to leave his side.
I hear the water turn off from the bathroom and I get into my usual position, book open and slump down a little to look like I’m asleep. I wonder if tonight will be the night he notices that the book is on the same page. I wonder if he’ll read it and realize that I’m silently sending him a message.
Here is my secret. It is very simple: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I feel the book slip from my hands and hear it close before my glasses slip from my face. I guess tonight isn’t going to be the night he notices. I let a sigh escape my lips and lean back into the pillows a little more. Perhaps we’ll try this again tomorrow.
“Taemin,” I think, feeling his body beside me and wanting nothing more than to hold him close, “When will you see it? How many times can a person possibly read The Little Prince in the span of a few months? It’s a child’s book for goodness sake. Do you even know that it’s my favorite book? What happened to us? Where did we go wrong? When did we start to drift apart? Do you even love me anymore or am I holding onto just a memory?”
I let out another sigh and open my eyes. I flip my body over and face his back. I reach out my hand as if to wrap it around his small form, but it stops a mere centimeter from his body before it drops to the mattress. My index lightly grazes the small of his back and I think I feel him flinch at the touch, but figure I’m just imagining things. I close my eyes and wait to fall into a dreamless sleep.