Taemin/Minho; You're just what I needed
Title: You're just what I needed.
Author: lagazzaladra
Genre: Fluff~
Pairing: Taemin/Minho
Rating: PG
Word count: 375
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but my words.
Summary: Minho's sleep was disturbed by the sound of Taemin's phone call.
Minho planned on sleeping in the whole Saturday morning. He didn't get enough sleep during the whole week because of the lives and performances. And so there he was, lying in his room, covered up in a blanket, sleeping like a baby. He thought that nothing would disturb his slumber.
But he was wrong.
His cell phone began to ring alarmingly, causing him to jump out of bed. He picked it up and checked who it was. It was Taemin. What could he be wanting now? Minho thought. He answered the call anyway.
"Hello," Minho said as he let out a yawn.
"Minho!"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sick,"
"What? You sound fine to me,"
"No! I'm sick!" Taemin insisted. "Come to my house now!" And with that, Taemin hung up.
Minho stood there, motionless. He knew that his plan of sleeping in the entire Saturday morning was ruined. All because Taemin wanted him. Why me? Minho asked himself. He decided he'd go anyway. Still feeling sleepy, he started dressing up and headed downstairs. He walked all the way to Taemin's house.
He finally got in front of Taemin's doorsteps when he found the door unlocked. He looked around; making sure no one was in sight. Slowly and carefully, he opened the door and saw that no one was home.
"Taemin?" Minho called out.
"Minho!" Taemin called back. "Come upstairs!"
Minho went inside and closed the door. He headed upstairs, up to where Taemin's room was. He opened the door and found Taemin sitting up in bed, watching TV.
"Hi," Taemin greeted, grinning happily. "I'm glad you came!"
"You're not sick, are you?" Minho asked.
"Well, I am sick. I'm lovesick. I wanted to see you so badly, Minho," Taemin explained as he jumped out from his bed and turned off the TV.
Minho blushed. He couldn't believe that Taemin had sent him here just because that. “What an innocent little brat.” Minho muttered.
"What did you say?" Taemin asked, raising his eyebrows.
"N-nothing," Minho stammered.
Taemin came closer and closer to Minho until their faces were just a few inches away from each other. Minho’s face continued to redden. Amused, Taemin gave out a smirk as he pulled Minho into his room and locked the door.
A/N: I’ve been sick lately. T^T It sucks.. wah! That’s why I thought of writing this fic. :D Ahahahaha~ I’m only good with writing fluff and maybe some angst.. but I’m no good when it comes to smut, so I guess you guys could just figure out what happens with those two boys in the end. XDDDD
Comments are loved. ♥ ^///////^
Author: lagazzaladra
Genre: Fluff~
Pairing: Taemin/Minho
Rating: PG
Word count: 375
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but my words.
Summary: Minho's sleep was disturbed by the sound of Taemin's phone call.
Minho planned on sleeping in the whole Saturday morning. He didn't get enough sleep during the whole week because of the lives and performances. And so there he was, lying in his room, covered up in a blanket, sleeping like a baby. He thought that nothing would disturb his slumber.
But he was wrong.
His cell phone began to ring alarmingly, causing him to jump out of bed. He picked it up and checked who it was. It was Taemin. What could he be wanting now? Minho thought. He answered the call anyway.
"Hello," Minho said as he let out a yawn.
"Minho!"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sick,"
"What? You sound fine to me,"
"No! I'm sick!" Taemin insisted. "Come to my house now!" And with that, Taemin hung up.
Minho stood there, motionless. He knew that his plan of sleeping in the entire Saturday morning was ruined. All because Taemin wanted him. Why me? Minho asked himself. He decided he'd go anyway. Still feeling sleepy, he started dressing up and headed downstairs. He walked all the way to Taemin's house.
He finally got in front of Taemin's doorsteps when he found the door unlocked. He looked around; making sure no one was in sight. Slowly and carefully, he opened the door and saw that no one was home.
"Taemin?" Minho called out.
"Minho!" Taemin called back. "Come upstairs!"
Minho went inside and closed the door. He headed upstairs, up to where Taemin's room was. He opened the door and found Taemin sitting up in bed, watching TV.
"Hi," Taemin greeted, grinning happily. "I'm glad you came!"
"You're not sick, are you?" Minho asked.
"Well, I am sick. I'm lovesick. I wanted to see you so badly, Minho," Taemin explained as he jumped out from his bed and turned off the TV.
Minho blushed. He couldn't believe that Taemin had sent him here just because that. “What an innocent little brat.” Minho muttered.
"What did you say?" Taemin asked, raising his eyebrows.
"N-nothing," Minho stammered.
Taemin came closer and closer to Minho until their faces were just a few inches away from each other. Minho’s face continued to redden. Amused, Taemin gave out a smirk as he pulled Minho into his room and locked the door.
A/N: I’ve been sick lately. T^T It sucks.. wah! That’s why I thought of writing this fic. :D Ahahahaha~ I’m only good with writing fluff and maybe some angst.. but I’m no good when it comes to smut, so I guess you guys could just figure out what happens with those two boys in the end. XDDDD
Comments are loved. ♥ ^///////^