Lover Lover [2min]
Title: Lover Lover
Author: Bingi (indelible-x)
Pairing: 2min. (OF COURSE. IT'S ALWAYS 2MIN.)
Rating: PG. cheesy fluffy fluff time! you've been warned.
Disclaimer: OH YEAH, SHINEE? YEAH, WE'RE TIGHT. LEMME JUST CALL 'EM UP ON MY CELLULAR DEVICE. i own nothing.
A/N: I'm just going to leave this here. -slinks back off into shadowy depths of the internet-
also, thanks to koalaspice because she's always brilliant and likes puppies, too.
Lover Lover
At first, they were best friends, because it was impossible for them not to be.
It was an instant connection, a kind of understanding that some people never get to experience. Key swears up in down that they’re soul mates, while Jonghyun tries to argue that it’s just undying bromance and Onew is convinced that they’re really long lost brothers who happen to share the same brain.
But really, it was just that Minho had a strange sense of humor that Taemin knew how to pick up on instantly, and Minho could tell whenever Taemin was happy or sad just by the set of his shoulders, and Minho had the ability to seemingly be able to always read Taemin’s mind while Taemin was the only one who could make Minho laugh in any given situation. Minho was the only one who knew that Taemin was still afraid of the dark and Taemin knew that Minho called him ‘Tae’ when he was amused and ‘Min’ when he was worried about something.
Or it could be because Taemin has a pet rabbit and a cat (named Fluffy and Nathanial, respectively) and Minho smokes too many cigarettes, but that was okay because Taemin didn’t really mind the smell of smoke and Minho had a soft spot for all things fluffy and adorable-Taemin being no exception.
Really, it was just as simple as that.
--
The leaves are just now starting to turn shades of red and orange and Minho wakes up to a text from Taemin, sent just twenty minutes ago, telling him to come over as soon as he wakes up, and so Minho texts back saying he’s on his way, and Taemin replied with a smiley face, so Minho gives Taemin a puppy.
(Actually, Minho was going to give Taemin a puppy, anyway. Taemin asking him to come over was just a perfect coincident.)
When Minho walks up - a cigarette in one hand, a leash attached to a puppy in the other-Taemin is waiting for him at the end of his driveway, bundled up in a hoodie and scarf because it’s the first day it’s been really cold.
Taemin brightens when Minho walks up, eyes fixing immediately on what Minho has trailing behind him. “Minho, did you get a puppy and not tell me?” He asks, amused, holding out his hand for the small puppy to sniff, which she did, licking at Taemin’s palm. He smiles, rubbing behind the dogs ears. The puppy yelped, tongue sticking out and tail wagging, climbing into Taemin’s lap. “She’s cute! What’s her name?”
Minho takes a drag on his cigarette. “You tell me.”
Taemin rolls his eyes. “Minho, I’m bad at guessing games.”
Minho tosses to leash to Taemin, who lets it fall to the ground, puppy instantly excited by the activity and scrambles off of Taemin’s lap to sniff at the leash. “I know you are. That’s why you get to name her.”
Taemin blinks. “I get to name your puppy?” He grins, tugging at Minho’s now free hand to pull him down into a tight hug. “You’re the most awesome friend ever!”
Chuckling, Minho tosses his cigarette to the ground, ruffling Taemin’s hair. “Of course you get to name her. She’s your dog.”
Taemin freezes, pulling away from Minho just a little bit. “…Mine?” Minho nods, and Taemin is stuck looking between Minho, to the puppy (who is sniffing at the grass), back to Minho, and then back to the puppy (who is now rolling around happily).
Minho is standing up straight, looking just a little embarrassed now, rubbing at the back of his head and staring up and away from Taemin and the look of shock on his face. “Um. Am I still the most awesome friend ever?”
Silence for a moment, and then…
“OHMYGODYESYESYESYESYESMINHOYOUARESOAMAZINGHOW’DYOUKNOWIWANTEDAPUPPYYESSSSSSSSSSS.” And Minho’s suddenly got an armful of Taemin as the boy jumps up from the ground in order to basically tackle Minho to the ground, but before he can give much of a reaction, Taemin is running from him to go join his new puppy in rolling around in the grass of his front lawn.
Smiling to himself, Minho stands back to watch, settling himself against the tree in the yard so he can watch Taemin race around, puppy yelping happily and always right behind him.
Minho’s on his second cigarette and Taemin has already run up to him at least ten times to yell some random new fact about his puppy at him. (“She has mittens, Minho! Mittens!”) It took Minho awhile to figure out what he meant by that, so he asks, and Taemin seems absolutely scandalized that Minho didn’t know. (“Honestly, Minho. Mittens are when their paws are a different color from the rest of them. Look at her little puppy feet, aren’t they cute?”)
It only takes about ten minutes for both Taemin and the puppy to totally wear themselves out and Taemin flops down on the ground beside Minho, puppy licking at his face making him laugh.
Minho straightens up. “Have you decided on a name yet?”
Taemin nods, catching his breath for a moment. “Yup! Her name is Cinnamon.” And then he picks the puppy-Cinnamon-up, and settles her on his chest, where she stands, tail wagging.
“Cinnamon.” Minho repeats. “Cute.”
“I know, right?” and then Taemin starts laughing all over again when Cinnamon plops herself down right on Taemin’s stomach, yawning. Taemin reaches up and scratches behind her ears. “Thanks a lot, Minho. Really.”
“Don’t worry about it, Tae.” Minho muses, lighting up another cigarette. “Consider her an early Christmas present.”
“But Minho, Christmas is still forever from now.” Taemin pouts, thinking. “Oh, great. Now what am I going to get you? Nothing can top a puppy.”
“Hmm.” Minho smirks around his cigarette, tilting his head so he can look at Taemin, who was looking up at the leaves and all their different colors. “Ya know,” He says slowly. “I can think of something…”
“Really now?” Taemin glances at him, catches something about the look in Minho's eye, and smiles.
“Yeah, c’mere.”
Taemin laughs, but does as he’s told, picking Cinnamon up off his stomach and setting her back on the ground, before standing and going the short distance to where Minho sat. “Are you going to tell me?” Taemin asks, smiling down at him.
“Something like that.”
And Minho reaches up for Taemin’s hand, and in that moment when Minho knits their fingers together and presses their palms close, Taemin catches on. Being best friends for so long, they could basically finish the others thoughts and Taemin smiles before leaning down, closing the short distance between them and he kisses Minho slow, and Minho can feel his smile, so he tugs at Taemin’s hand till he slips down perfectly into Minho’s lap. Minho smirks and Taemin sighs, arms curling up around Minho’s neck as he presses closer.
It’s when Cinnamon whines from behind them, pressing her cool nose against Minho’s side that they pull away and Minho sighs and Taemin is smiling, nuzzling into Minho’s neck, and in that moment neither of them could really ask for more because there’s nothing much like having a best friend.
Author: Bingi (indelible-x)
Pairing: 2min. (OF COURSE. IT'S ALWAYS 2MIN.)
Rating: PG. cheesy fluffy fluff time! you've been warned.
Disclaimer: OH YEAH, SHINEE? YEAH, WE'RE TIGHT. LEMME JUST CALL 'EM UP ON MY CELLULAR DEVICE. i own nothing.
A/N: I'm just going to leave this here. -slinks back off into shadowy depths of the internet-
also, thanks to koalaspice because she's always brilliant and likes puppies, too.
Lover Lover
At first, they were best friends, because it was impossible for them not to be.
It was an instant connection, a kind of understanding that some people never get to experience. Key swears up in down that they’re soul mates, while Jonghyun tries to argue that it’s just undying bromance and Onew is convinced that they’re really long lost brothers who happen to share the same brain.
But really, it was just that Minho had a strange sense of humor that Taemin knew how to pick up on instantly, and Minho could tell whenever Taemin was happy or sad just by the set of his shoulders, and Minho had the ability to seemingly be able to always read Taemin’s mind while Taemin was the only one who could make Minho laugh in any given situation. Minho was the only one who knew that Taemin was still afraid of the dark and Taemin knew that Minho called him ‘Tae’ when he was amused and ‘Min’ when he was worried about something.
Or it could be because Taemin has a pet rabbit and a cat (named Fluffy and Nathanial, respectively) and Minho smokes too many cigarettes, but that was okay because Taemin didn’t really mind the smell of smoke and Minho had a soft spot for all things fluffy and adorable-Taemin being no exception.
Really, it was just as simple as that.
--
The leaves are just now starting to turn shades of red and orange and Minho wakes up to a text from Taemin, sent just twenty minutes ago, telling him to come over as soon as he wakes up, and so Minho texts back saying he’s on his way, and Taemin replied with a smiley face, so Minho gives Taemin a puppy.
(Actually, Minho was going to give Taemin a puppy, anyway. Taemin asking him to come over was just a perfect coincident.)
When Minho walks up - a cigarette in one hand, a leash attached to a puppy in the other-Taemin is waiting for him at the end of his driveway, bundled up in a hoodie and scarf because it’s the first day it’s been really cold.
Taemin brightens when Minho walks up, eyes fixing immediately on what Minho has trailing behind him. “Minho, did you get a puppy and not tell me?” He asks, amused, holding out his hand for the small puppy to sniff, which she did, licking at Taemin’s palm. He smiles, rubbing behind the dogs ears. The puppy yelped, tongue sticking out and tail wagging, climbing into Taemin’s lap. “She’s cute! What’s her name?”
Minho takes a drag on his cigarette. “You tell me.”
Taemin rolls his eyes. “Minho, I’m bad at guessing games.”
Minho tosses to leash to Taemin, who lets it fall to the ground, puppy instantly excited by the activity and scrambles off of Taemin’s lap to sniff at the leash. “I know you are. That’s why you get to name her.”
Taemin blinks. “I get to name your puppy?” He grins, tugging at Minho’s now free hand to pull him down into a tight hug. “You’re the most awesome friend ever!”
Chuckling, Minho tosses his cigarette to the ground, ruffling Taemin’s hair. “Of course you get to name her. She’s your dog.”
Taemin freezes, pulling away from Minho just a little bit. “…Mine?” Minho nods, and Taemin is stuck looking between Minho, to the puppy (who is sniffing at the grass), back to Minho, and then back to the puppy (who is now rolling around happily).
Minho is standing up straight, looking just a little embarrassed now, rubbing at the back of his head and staring up and away from Taemin and the look of shock on his face. “Um. Am I still the most awesome friend ever?”
Silence for a moment, and then…
“OHMYGODYESYESYESYESYESMINHOYOUARESOAMAZINGHOW’DYOUKNOWIWANTEDAPUPPYYESSSSSSSSSSS.” And Minho’s suddenly got an armful of Taemin as the boy jumps up from the ground in order to basically tackle Minho to the ground, but before he can give much of a reaction, Taemin is running from him to go join his new puppy in rolling around in the grass of his front lawn.
Smiling to himself, Minho stands back to watch, settling himself against the tree in the yard so he can watch Taemin race around, puppy yelping happily and always right behind him.
Minho’s on his second cigarette and Taemin has already run up to him at least ten times to yell some random new fact about his puppy at him. (“She has mittens, Minho! Mittens!”) It took Minho awhile to figure out what he meant by that, so he asks, and Taemin seems absolutely scandalized that Minho didn’t know. (“Honestly, Minho. Mittens are when their paws are a different color from the rest of them. Look at her little puppy feet, aren’t they cute?”)
It only takes about ten minutes for both Taemin and the puppy to totally wear themselves out and Taemin flops down on the ground beside Minho, puppy licking at his face making him laugh.
Minho straightens up. “Have you decided on a name yet?”
Taemin nods, catching his breath for a moment. “Yup! Her name is Cinnamon.” And then he picks the puppy-Cinnamon-up, and settles her on his chest, where she stands, tail wagging.
“Cinnamon.” Minho repeats. “Cute.”
“I know, right?” and then Taemin starts laughing all over again when Cinnamon plops herself down right on Taemin’s stomach, yawning. Taemin reaches up and scratches behind her ears. “Thanks a lot, Minho. Really.”
“Don’t worry about it, Tae.” Minho muses, lighting up another cigarette. “Consider her an early Christmas present.”
“But Minho, Christmas is still forever from now.” Taemin pouts, thinking. “Oh, great. Now what am I going to get you? Nothing can top a puppy.”
“Hmm.” Minho smirks around his cigarette, tilting his head so he can look at Taemin, who was looking up at the leaves and all their different colors. “Ya know,” He says slowly. “I can think of something…”
“Really now?” Taemin glances at him, catches something about the look in Minho's eye, and smiles.
“Yeah, c’mere.”
Taemin laughs, but does as he’s told, picking Cinnamon up off his stomach and setting her back on the ground, before standing and going the short distance to where Minho sat. “Are you going to tell me?” Taemin asks, smiling down at him.
“Something like that.”
And Minho reaches up for Taemin’s hand, and in that moment when Minho knits their fingers together and presses their palms close, Taemin catches on. Being best friends for so long, they could basically finish the others thoughts and Taemin smiles before leaning down, closing the short distance between them and he kisses Minho slow, and Minho can feel his smile, so he tugs at Taemin’s hand till he slips down perfectly into Minho’s lap. Minho smirks and Taemin sighs, arms curling up around Minho’s neck as he presses closer.
It’s when Cinnamon whines from behind them, pressing her cool nose against Minho’s side that they pull away and Minho sighs and Taemin is smiling, nuzzling into Minho’s neck, and in that moment neither of them could really ask for more because there’s nothing much like having a best friend.