One second- Time and Chances
Title: One second
Chapter: 4/?
Pairing: 2min, Minkey, Ontae
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Genre: Romance
Summary:
“I don’t drink milk, Taemin. Is there coffee?”
“You stopped drinking coffee and drank milk instead.”
“I stopped drinking coffee?” I nodded my head and smiled at foolishly.
“Yes. You stopped drinking coffee because you said you have trouble sleeping at night.”
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Taemin POV
He slept on the floor and I slept on the bed-I didn’t really fall asleep though. I stayed up all night, observing his sharp features, trying to remind myself that looking at Minho sleeping was the most blissful thing that could have ever happened to me. I stared at him, watched as he frowned, smiled when he scratched his chin and swept the hair away from his face when it seemed to be tickling him.
Then I started to weep; I began sobbing like there’s no tomorrow and hid my face into the blanket so that I would not wake him up. When the rivulets of tears smeared on my pillow, I knew it was time for me to call Onew and tell him how terrible I felt right now. Reaching out for my iPhone on the side table, I typed out a message with bloodshot eyes, telling the big and dependable brother that I needed him now.
Onew called me straight away after that.
“Taemin….” The gentleness in his voice did not calm me down. It made me weep even more.
“I’m scared Onew… I’m scared.”
“What happened?”
“Minho doesn’t remember me anymore. He doesn’t love me anymore.” I forced a dry laugh to make myself feel better, but I sounded even more pathetic, “He’s sleeping on the floor, Onew. He doesn’t even want to share the bed with me.”
“Taemin….” He called my name again and let out a sigh, “Calm down. You know Minho doesn’t mean it. You know it. And once he remembers everything, he will love you more than before. Just give him some time and give him a chance.”
“What if he doesn’t remember anything? What if he doesn’t love me anymore?”
“Just go to sleep, boy. Everything will be fine.”
“If I have listened to you back then. If I have….if I have…” I hung up the phone and drew the blanket away from my face. Wiping the tears away and putting the phone back on the table, I began to notice a pair a beautiful hazel brown eyes staring at me. I gazed back at him helplessly for a few seconds before turning my back on him.
There had always been something unique about Minho’s eye contact with me; I could sense it even if I wasn’t looking at him. For as long as I could remember on the most dreadful night of my life, I knew Minho was staring at me, feeling as helpless as I was.
When I woke up the next morning with puffy eyes, I noticed a familiar figure lying beside me on the bed. There Minho was, lying on the bed with his back facing me. I reached out my arms for him but I redrew them back-He needs time, I tried to remind myself.
… … …..
We tried becoming friendly and acted as natural as possible towards each other during breakfast. Minho smiled at me and I smiled back almost awkwardly.
“Hi. Good Morning.”
“Hi…” I greeted back and realized that the utensils had been set up properly on the table, “I see you’ve made the table.”
“Yup.” Minho watched me from the table intently as I took out a pack of low fats cereal, a jar of milk, a loaf of bread and some picnic ham. He rejected me it when I tried to pour the milk into his cup.
“I don’t drink milk, Taemin. Is there coffee?”
“You stopped drinking coffee and drank milk instead.”
“I stopped drinking coffee?” I nodded my head and smiled at foolishly.
“Yes. You stopped drinking coffee because you said you have trouble sleeping at night.” I think everything I said no longer make sense to Minho. He looked at me in disbelief and questioned my statement.
“I suffer from insomnia? Then what did I do?”
“You make sure I won’t fall asleep too. So I stayed awake and kept you company.” It was obvious that my reply did not answer his question. I sat down beside him and poured milk into my bowl, followed by cereal, “We make out. We make out like 4 times a week.”
He turned away awkwardly and cleared his throat before spreading some butter on his bread.
“There’s a bottle of cappuccino in the fridge.” I scooped up the cereal and stuffed it into my mouth. But Minho did not leave his seat. Instead, he reached out for the jar or milk and poured into his glass cup.
“I guess there must be a reason why I love drinking milk.” We then stayed in silence for the next twenty minutes until the moment when Minho brought up the subject of whatever that had happened last night, “There must be a reason why I loved you. So I probably need time, Taemin. If I can love you right from the beginning, I don’t see why I can’t do it now.”
“Okay. I got it.” I dropped the spoon in the bowl and brought it to the sink, “I am meeting Onew later. I think you should meet him too.”
“Onew? Why?”
“Because he was the one that brought us together.”
.... …. ….
I fidgeted uncomfortably when Onew continued starting at the boy sitting beside me in the café. He gave a goofy grin and patted Minho’s head.
“Hi, I’m Onew.”
“Hi…. I’m Minho.” Minho slivered a smile and began to stir his coffee.
“So how are your memories coming up?”
“Nothing is coming to my mind right now.” He added a sugar cube into his coffee.
“You know, you were sitting here years ago when the two of you had your first cup of coffee together.” Onew leaned towards Minho, “Do you have any recollections?”
Minho shook his head.
“No, nothing at all.”
“Okay. But please don’t let Taemin call me crying in the middle of the night ever again alright?” I glared at Onew and watched as Minho stood up from his seat. I could sense the tension in the way he clenched his fist and stuffing it into his pocket.
“I need to go off, Onew. Thanks for the time.” Minho replied bluntly and walked out of the café with me following behind him like a puppy. I knew he was angry when I saw how huge his strides were; he was walking while I began to pick up my pace to catch up with him. Grabbing hold of him by his arm, I let out a sigh exasperatedly and asked,
“What’s wrong?”
He did not reply.
“What’s wrong, Minho?” I questioned him again.
“I don’t like that Onew. And whatever that happened just now, I just hate it.”
“What? Why?”
He shook my hand around and licked his dry lips, “I followed you here, having the perception that I would get some concrete knowledge about myself and about the things you did not tell me. And all this threatening was all that I’ve got? Look, I’ve lost my memory but I’ve not lost my mind. I’m so sorry that I could not comfort you and hug you in my arms just like before, but please god damn it, I just need some time. Why can’t you give me the time?”
“I swear I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
“Then now what, Lee Taemin? Are you going to let me meet more strangers who claim to know me?”
“GOD DAMN IT, CHOI MINHO. JUST STOP, STOP. I said I am sorry, I’m sorry that you’re butt hurt by my enthusiasm. But you know what? I am here for you, trying my best to let you remember the things you chose to forget, but you just don’t give a damn or just appreciate whatever that I’m trying to do for you.”
“THEN LEAVE ME ALONE!” Minho yelled at me and stomped down the street.
“Shit.”I cursed and started running after him, “I’m sorry Minho. I’m sorry, where are you going?”
“Just leave me alone!” I watched as he turned into another lane agitatedly while I stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what I should do. Fine, leave you alone.
A/N: Exams are over but I’ve got a job and I’ve loads of projects to do. So…. Wow. Good luck to me :\ Hahah please comment ^^