When Insecurity Pays A Visit; Taemin/Minho
A 2min oneshot where Taemin's mind starts to wander and the maknae gets insecure.
Author's Note: Set during the period where SHINee were traveling all over the world. More fluff ahead!
Clad in only a bathrobe, Minho stepped out of the bathroom after a quick shower. He dried his hair with a towel as he walked back towards the beds, eyes immediately focused on his lover who was lying on one bed in a somewhat inviting position. Actually, even if his lover was lying like a stiff corpse, Minho would deem it as inviting since he hasn’t touched his boyfriend in what seemed like a hundred years…
Their schedule was just pure hectic now! After flights from Korea to Japan to Paris back to Japan then to London, Taiwan, China and basically just travelling all over the world, SHINee was in Japan now and had finished their schedules for the day. Night had fallen and they finally had some free time on their hands. Of course, for Minho, that meant precious time to be spent alone with his boyfriend. But right now, as he stood at the side of the bed, Minho realized his lover’s eyes were closed. He couldn’t resist a smile as he admired the peaceful angelic look on his lover’s face. He let out a satisfied smile and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the sleeping boy’s cheek.
“Hyung, control yourself.” Taemin mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes, greeting his hyung with a sly smile.
“Taemin-ah! I thought you were sleeping!” Minho exclaimed as he pat his chest to calm his heart.
Taemin snickered while he sat up on the bed and made space for Minho. “and not wait for you? you think I’ll do that?”
Minho smiled in response and joined the maknae under the covers after throwing his towel on the bed that both of them knew was going to be left unused. “So what exactly were you doing then?”
Taemin shrugged. “I was just thinking… “
“About?” Minho asked as he felt Taemin rest his head comfortably on his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Taemin let out a breath and wrapped his arms around the rapper’s waist. “Hyung, do you think I’ve changed?”
“Have you been looking at fan sites again? Or should I say anti-fan sites?”
Instead of answering, Taemin questioned back. “Do you think I have the time to?”
The answer to that question was obvious. Minho could hear the sigh in the dancer’s voice. He understood exactly all the hidden meanings behind Taemin’s words. They loved their jobs, they loved being a part of SHINee and being loved by their fans, they really did, but sometimes, they truly wished they had more time to have a normal teenager life. More importantly, they wanted time for themselves to fully enjoy what it meant to be in love, even if it only came down to being able to walk freely on the streets holding hands for the world to see. Yet, that was only something they could wish for, especially when SHINee was growing in popularity and in demand everywhere in the world. Minho and Taemin shared a look of understanding, with the elder giving Taemin a comforting tight squeeze before getting back to their original conversation.
“Alright, what’s going on then? Why are you asking me if you’ve changed?”
Taemin shrugged, “I don’t know, i just find you the best person to ask. I mean, it’s been 3 years and counting since we’ve been in SHINee and I was just wondering if I changed as a person… whether it’s for the better… or worse.” Taemin couldn’t help but lower his voice at the last word. That was a scary thought for him. Changing for the worse? Who would want that? Not Taemin, definitely, and he especially did not want Minho to think that way either.
Minho could sense the worry in the maknae’s eyes. He pulled Taemin on top of him and looked deep into his eyes.
“Baby, you’ve changed.” Minho, in all seriousness, answered.
Taemin’s heart skipped a beat. Not in a good way. Now, he was afraid of hearing the negative things Minho might say about him. Could he turn back time and take back his question? Apparently not, because at that moment, Minho started to speak again…
“Let’s start from the physical aspect, shall we?” Minho’s eyes glistened with mischief as he suddenly flipped Taemin over so that he was now on top of the maknae.
Minho’s hands began its travel from Taemin’s blonde hair to his cheeks with baby fat that Minho was thankful the dancer didn’t lose in the process of growing up. It was something he adored so very much because squeezing Taemin’s cheeks was among his guilty pleasures. With that thought, Minho leaned down to plant light kisses on said cheeks while his hands travelled down further to his lover’s neck and then arms.
“So your hair’s changed. It’s no longer black… I miss the red but i still love you as a blonde… your face is the same and I’m thankful for that but what your eyes are capable of conveying, well, that has definitely changed!” Minho smiled as he thought back of the different messages Taemin’s eyes could send especially when they became lovers and did what lovers do…
A tinge of red stained Taemin’s cheeks as he caught onto what Minho was doing. Then again, he wasn’t about to stop Minho since he secretly (or maybe not so secretly) enjoyed the love Minho showered him…
“And your lips… let’s just say you’re getting more and more skillful with them.” Minho whispered against Taemin’s lips and then suggested, “How about reminding me about that?”
Taemin rolled his eyes but that didn’t mean he was not going to fulfill Minho’s request. He lifted his head and captured Minho’s lips in a passionate, bruising kiss that only left the rapper wanting for more. Minho only wanted to join their lips back together when Taemin broke the kiss but was stopped when the maknae placed two fingers on his lips.
“I want to hear more… How else have I changed?” Taemin had always been a curious one.
“Now you want to hear? At this moment? Really, Taemin? Why do you have to do this to me?” Minho asked with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
Taemin chuckled, “Continue explaining, I want to hear what you have to say… and I’ll reward you later. How does that sound?”
Minho let out a breath as he moved to lie down next to Taemin on the bed. If he had stayed in the previous position, he knew he could forget about concentrating on Taemin’s question.
“Hyung, I don’t wanna hear about how I changed physically, that’s not important. What I want to know is… ”
“Why does it matter so much to you, Tae?” Minho interrupted.
Taemin was stumped for words. He honestly did not know why he had to know. All he knew was that it had popped up in his mind so he asked (if that even makes sense). Maybe it was his insecurity acting up or maybe he was just curious about how he was being perceived by the people around him but whatever the reason behind that was, it was still a blur to him. However, it seemed that Minho knew how his mind worked even better than him…
“Taemin, whether or not you’re the same Taemin I first met in the training room or a different Taemin that has grown up and changed over the years… I love you all the same. As long as you’re Taemin, I love you.”
Yes, everything changes but one thing Minho knew would never change was his love for Taemin.
Taemin remained silent as he soaked in Minho’s words that were filled with so many promises. Without him knowing, the sweetest smile had crept on his face. He turned his body towards Minho and snuggled up close to the warmth of the rapper’s body.
“I love you… more than you know.” Taemin whispered but Minho heard it loud and clear.
The elder wrapped his arms around Taemin’s body and kissed his forehead.
“Tae, you’ve changed…”
Taemin looked up at Minho with eyes filled with confusion. Weren’t they over this already? Why was Minho bringing it up again? Taemin thought to himself. His thoughts were quickly broken by Minho’s low voice.
“You’ve changed enough to make me love you more than I thought was possible…”
As Minho’s words sounded in the silent hotel room, Taemin’s smile grew wider. He was literally grinning from ear to ear and his eyes disappearing like how Onew’s eyes would every time he laughed. As if proving that smiles are contagious, Minho broke into his signature dashing smile as well. Taemin now knew it was a good thing that he began this topic with Minho…
“Alright then! Shall I reward you now?” Taemin asked teasingly.
There wasn’t even a need for Minho to reply. In one quick move, Taemin was now straddling the elder and tugging the knot of his bathrobe to loosen it. An impatient Minho raised his upper body as much as he was allowed to while Taemin lowered his head to find each other’s lips. As their kisses grew more intense and passionate, both of them knew it was going to be a long night to remember. Perhaps being able to have a night in a hotel room all to themselves was more than enough after all.