Sometimes You Don't Have To Try; Minho/Taemin
Three times Taemin tried to make Minho feel exactly how he felt when the rapper was away filming but failed, and the one time he didn't but succeeded.
Author's Note: Inspired by this post i came across long ago on 9gag. And in the later stages of writing, further inspired by Jongtae's hot duet in SWC2. Especially this picture that we were all hopelessly staring at. I wanted to write a fic on the 9gag post long ago but i didn't know how i wanted to go about doing it until all the pictures and fancams of jongtae's duet were uploaded. because for a 2min shipper like me, i couldn't really fully enjoy seeing that happen. I must say though (to prevent any further ship wars from happening), i love them all no matter what and i have NOTHING against jongtae. The performance was no doubt incredibly hot and fantastic, and all sorts of wonderful that brought us the mother of fanservice SHINee has ever done. then again, i would have enjoyed it so much more if it was Minho. hahaha. okay! seriously guys, i hope my words don't spark off anything. but yeah, this is a 2min fic after all so... enjoy!
❤ HAPPY 4th ANNIVERSARY 2min! ❤
It was interesting what one can think about during sex.
Take Taemin for example. Even with Minho thrusting in and out of him so desperately what with the weeks they hadn't have time for each other since Minho started filming for his drama, it was amazing how the maknae had so many thoughts running through his mind. Thoughts like how Minho could still look so dashing when he was sweating like a pig, whether the other three bandmates could hear them this time round, if he should flip them over so Minho didn’t have to do all the work, or even if he should top the next time they had sex. There were other more random things that Taemin was thinking about but out of everything, one particular thought especially had struck him hard. It was at that exact moment in time when Minho was fully focused on pleasuring both of them that the maknae decided he wanted Minho to feel how he felt exactly when the rapper wasn't by his side and practically getting cosy with all his fellow cast on set. And determined Taemin was. So, when the lead dancer’s orgasm was nearing, Taemin bit Minho hard on his shoulder, hard enough to leave prominent teeth marks on his boyfriend's tanned skin and also, selfishly, enough to distract Minho from reaching his own orgasm.
"Did you just... bite me?" Panting, Minho had stopped all movement and simply stared at the maknae in utter confusion. Of all the times they had sex (which was, by now, too many times to even count), Taemin had never once bit him this hard before.
With his playful hand caressing Minho's neck, Taemin smiled like an angel and nodded before asking a little too excitedly. “Hyung, did it hurt?"
"No?" After pausing for a moment, Minho answered honestly, still looking at his boyfriend with a puzzled expression.
Taemin sighed and slipped his hand downwards to squeeze Minho on his shoulder, his eyes looking down at where their bodies met. "Never mind then, you can continue now.“
“What?” Minho narrowed his eyes at Taemin.
“Fucking me, hyung, what else?” Taemin even shifted his hips to emphasise his point and get things going again.
“Oh... kay?”
And when a still bewildered Minho slowly found his rhythm again (because lust was getting the better of him), Taemin made a mental note to try it again some other time.
*
The second time came when Minho arrived back home late at night after a day of filming and Taemin had chosen to wait up for him. Upon seeing his boyfriend leave the sofa to receive him at the door, Minho had expected a kiss, a hug, or both, or at least a smile from Taemin but all he got instead was a punch on his stomach. And it hurt because why wouldn't it? It wasn't anything like a pretend punch that they gave to each other when they played around. This was a solid punch to his stomach and even though Minho could tell Taemin held back his strength, a punch was still a punch. Yet, Minho, feeling more shock than pain, could only hold his stomach and blink at the maknae with his eyes demanding an explanation.
As his innocent eyes met Minho's, Taemin bit his lip and then smiled nervously, letting out an awkward laugh at the same time. “Welcome home hyung... so, umm... did that hurt?”
Minho rubbed his stomach and sighed. “Taemin... I'm more shocked than anything.”
Taemin's shoulders sagged as soon as he heard Minho's reply. Letting out a breath, the dancer reached out for his boyfriend's hand and tugged Minho towards his room.
“Come on, you look like a zombie. Let's sleep."
And that was attempt number two, which of course failed horrendously (and once again left Minho terribly confused) but at least Taemin wasn't that upset since he had Minho to sleep with that night.
*
“Ha!” Taemin jumped off the sofa, did a fist pump in the air, and then turned back to point at Minho. “I won!”
Although losing was never his thing, Minho couldn't help but smile at the pure joy on his boyfriend's face. “If winning me makes you this happy, I really wouldn't mind losing once in a while.”
Of course, Minho's reaction was not what Taemin wanted at all. This was the first time Taemin had put in his all when Minho suggested they played Winning Eleven together, wanting so desperately to win Minho at his favourite game because he knew it would hurt Minho's ego if he really did lose. But when the maknae finally won his boyfriend by a crucial last minute goal, very much against all odds since Minho was an expert at the game, the rapper's smile was the last thing Taemin expected.
Staring incredulously at Minho, Taemin's arms fell to his side. “Doesn't it hurt... because you know, you actually lost to me? Hyung, you NEVER lose to me.”
“Tae, I hate losing but it doesn't hurt that bad.” Minho shrugged and then smirked. “Besides, you only get this chance to win me once in a blue moon.”
Taemin groaned and threw the controller onto the sofa before storming defeatedly into the comfort of his room and announcing out loud, “I hate you, Minho hyung.”
And for the third time, Minho was baffled with his boyfriend's behaviour and left wondering why on earth Taemin was acting so weird nowadays. Yet the funny thing was, Minho was already getting used to this. Taemin was actually amusing him and so, Minho decided to leave things as it is, never questioning what his boyfriend was trying to get out of him.
*
Fresh out of a shower, Taemin walked into Minho's room with a big satisfied grin on his face and threw himself on the rapper's bed, instantly pulling a pillow under his head and making himself as comfortable as humanly possible. The first night of their SHINee World 2 concert had ended not long ago and all Taemin wanted to do was recharge himself and get all the rest he needed for day two. However, for him to get a good night's sleep, the maknae just needed one more thing in bed with him and that one thing, or more appropriately, one person was sitting like a statue at his desk. That person was, of course, none other than Minho. Wanting Minho in bed with him, Taemin rolled to lie on his side so he could look at his boyfriend who seemed as if he wasn't going to bed anytime soon. Said boyfriend had his full attention on his laptop and Taemin was now curious about what was keeping Minho away from him.
“Minho hyung, are you searching yourself on Naver again?” Taemin asked mischievously and chuckled to himself at his own self proclaimed witty statement. However, when all that replied him was silence and not even a slight movement from Minho, Taemin's smile slowly faded. The atmosphere wasn't right. Silently, Taemin moved off the bed and walked to stand behind Minho, sneaking a glance at the rapper's laptop screen.
“Hyung?” Bending down so that his face was right next to Minho, Taemin creased his eyebrows as he stared at the suggestive picture that was splashed across the screen. “What is this? I know for sure my lips did not touch Jonghyun hyung's!”
With only his lips moving, Minho kept his gaze on his laptop and muttered under his breath. “Sure doesn't look like it.”
Taemin immediately turned to look at Minho, his frown growing deeper at the coldness in the rapper's voice. “I don't get it. What's wrong? Are you upset with me?”
Minho pressed his lips in a thin line, refusing to answer or even look at Taemin. His eyes were still stuck on the provocative image that he rather not had come across when he had been searching for news on SHINee World 2. Yet, Jonghyun and Taemin's duet was the highlight of the concert so it was inevitable that search results had led him to this. Although Minho knew about the duet (heck, he even watched them practice and rehearse the performance) and understood that this was fanservice, that nothing could ever happen between Jonghyun and Taemin in reality, he still couldn't hold back his anger and jealousy. The rapper knew he was being petty but he would be a saint if he felt nothing seeing his boyfriend too close for comfort with a guy. Besides, this wasn't just any guy, this was Jonghyun, Jonghyun who was also close to Taemin's heart, Jonghyun who was temptation in human form, temptation that even Taemin himself might not resist. With such thoughts in his mind, Minho hastily closed the webpage and slammed his laptop screen down a little too hard that he regretted it immediately.
Seeing Minho like this, Taemin wanted to get angry. He wanted to snap at his boyfriend and call him stupid for getting moody at this when Minho of all people should understand the performance he and Jonghyun put up was for the fans and meant nothing more than what it was. But at that moment in time, Taemin grinned. He grinned because he realised that this was exactly what he was waiting for... the moment where Minho could understand exactly how he felt when Minho was away filming his drama.
“Does it hurt?” Crossing his arms smugly, Taemin asked, although he was absolutely sure of the answer Minho was going to give, the answer that he had been waiting for all this while. Victory! He had finally did it... without even doing anything on purpose.
Minho finally turned to look at Taemin with so much frustration. “Of course it fucking hurts, Taemin. How about I try it with someone tomorrow so you'll know exactly how I feel now?!”
“You don't have to.” Taemin held back a smile as he shrugged his shoulders. “I already know how it feels.”
“You do?” Minho was confused, a feeling he very much had gotten used to ever since Taemin stepped into his life.
Taemin nodded and looked away from Minho's eyes as he admitted, “It hurts so much when you're out filming and having different schedules, away from SHINee... away from me. I just... miss you so much it hurts.”
Minho sighed and pulled his boyfriend towards him till the dancer was standing between his legs. “Is that what this is all about? Why you keep trying to 'hurt' me? You wanted me to feel how you felt?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Taemin nodded hesitantly but as soon as he met Minho's eyes that was filled with so much amusement, he wasn't feeling awkwardly embarrassed anymore. “Shut up. Don't you dare laugh at me. And don't even think about ruffling my hair and calling me cute.”
Minho instantly put on a look of innocence and raised his hands up. “I wouldn't dare.”
“You better not.” Taemin narrowed his eyes and after a pause, let out a breath as he grabbed Minho's hand and pulled him off the seat, towards the bed. “Hyung, there really isn’t anything for you to be upset about, alright? Let's just go to sleep.”
Although he allowed Taemin to drag him into bed, Minho was left wanting a little more to help him get over the image of Jonghyun and Taemin dangerously close to one another. Things were not fully settled yet. So, as soon as both of them were on the bed, Minho turned towards the maknae, pressed him into the mattress, holding his wrists and then leaning down to catch Taemin's lips in a heated kiss that was nowhere near innocent, one that also left them completely breathless when they finally broke apart.
Leaning his forehead against Taemin's, Minho touched his boyfriend's swollen lips and then ran his fingers down the dancer's neck towards his chest, before his hand finally reached Taemin's waist.
“You'll always be mine.” Minho whispered against the corner of Taemin's lips.
The rapper stole one last kiss from Taemin (for the night) and then smirked with a wink as he flipped himself over to lie down on his own side of the bed. “And now, we can sleep!”
“I hate you.” Taemin pushed Minho hard on his side and pulled the covers over himself. "So much."
“You don't.” Minho simply retorted with a satisfied grin on his face while he got ready to sleep. “You just hate that you love me, Taem. No matter how many times you tell me you hate me, I know you don’t.”
Taemin sighed in defeat and inched closer towards Minho (and his warmth) to find a comfortable position before closing his eyes to get the sleep he very much needed right now.
But just before sleep took over him, Taemin muttered a reply into Minho's chest.
“I really don't.”
And it was then Minho was reminded that he really had nothing to worry about.
After all, this was a boy who could actually hurt from missing him too much.