I'm Home Series: 2min
Title: I'm Home Series
Genre: Drabble, Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2min (Taemin x Minho)
Disclaimer: Only own the story... T________T
Summary: I'm Home is a compilation of oneshots I wrote revolving the idea of someone coming home. The oneshots are not related to each other, so can be read separately. This oneshot revolves around Taemin x Minho (2min).
***
It was a quiet day.
Taemin closed his eyes, thinking deeply. There was no other sound than the water running, echoing throughout the whole house. And then he opened his eyes. There was a lot of blood on the bathroom’s floor. He followed the blood’s trail until he realized it was coming from his wrist. He smiled.
The water from the bath-up had leaked, as it was too full; and it was washing away the red liquid on the floor. Taemin sighed, feeling slightly relieved that the pain he felt on his wrist was going away and he felt his head getting lighter.
He closed his eyes, hoping that he could just sleep like this forever.
--
“Minho, you’re late again today.” Onew remarked. “Where did you go?”
“Sorry, hyung. Khun hyung was drunk so I took him home.”
“You went drinking with him?” Onew shook his head. “Key is going to kill you for drinking.”
“I didn’t drink, don’t worry.” Minho assured. “It’s just the Dream Team people. We went to eat dinner together and Khun hyung drank some alcohol with Junho hyung and the rest. I was a good boy, busy eating my samgyupsal.”
“Arasso. Quickly go shower and sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” Onew smiled, patting his dongsaeng’s shoulder. Minho nodded and retreated to his shared bedroom.
Taemin was lying down on his own bed, staring at the ceiling. He was so absorbed with his own thoughts that he did not realize Minho was already there, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Minho reached out to brush Taemin’s hair, and Taemin jolted up, snapping back to reality as he felt the touch of the man he had loved secretly.
“Earth to Taemin.” Minho laughed, showing the smile that could brighten Taemin’s day. Taemin blushed as he punched Minho playfully.
“Yah, hyung! That scared me!”
“You were spacing out. Go to sleep already.” Minho flicked Taemin’s forehead, causing the latter to pout.
--
“I’m home.” Minho declared, but was greeted by an absolute silence. He heard the water flowing from the bathroom and figured that Taemin was bathing. He placed his bag on the sofa carefully as he headed to the bathroom’s door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked.
“Taemin-ah?” He called, but there was no reply. “Taemin?”
Something was odd. He knocked harder and raised his voice.
“If you’re not going to reply me, I’m going to force my way in.” Minho threatened, but again, no reply. He took a step back before barging in.
He broke through the door and was welcomed by the sight of Taemin lying on the floor. The bathroom was flooded, and there was a diluted red color floating around. Taemin was very pale. His lips were white. There were five deep cuts on his wrist.
Gasping, Minho realized what had happened.
“Taemin-ah? TAEMINNIE!” He shouted frantically as he stumbled next to the younger boy.
--
“I love you hyung.” Taemin sobbed. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.”
Minho felt his throat blocked. “Taemin-ah, this is wrong. We’re both guys and…”
“I know… I knew you’d say that.” Taemin grinned weakly - it was so painful to watch. “I just had to tell you.”
Minho watched the younger boy left the room. A part of him wanted to call after him. Another part told him that if he were to chase Taemin right then, he would never be able to let go.
After all, Minho had loved Taemin the entire 3 years they had spent living together with the other 3 members. But this is all he could do before hurting Taemin. If public found out that they were together, Taemin would suffer. And so Minho decided to not get into any relationship with Taemin by pretending that he was a straight man.
Minho sat on the couch, waiting for the younger boy to come back home. He waited until he dozed off, and when he woke up it was 3AM in the morning.
He went into the shared bedroom and saw that Taemin was already asleep. Relieved, he went over and patted Taemin’s hair, brushing his fringe away as he observed the features of the angelic face.
There were still tear tracks on Taemin’s cheek. Minho felt a painful throb in his chest.
“Miahne.” Minho whispered as he pecked Taemin’s forehead.
He got up and lied down on his bed. After sometime, he was snoring quietly and that signaled Taemin to stop pretending that he was asleep.
Taemin cried silently as he touched his forehead. What a miserable feeling.
--
“Minho-yah!”
Key’s face was red, he was panting, his eyes puffy. Jonghyun was pale, panting as well, no trace of smile on his face. Onew was frowning. The three of them were dead worried of the maknae’s condition.
Minho raised his head weakly. His tears had already dried up. Onew initiated a comforting hug, but Minho did not have the strength to return it.
“He’ll be okay.” Onew soothed, but Minho trembled.
He did not want to lose such an important person yet. Taemin was everything; a brother, a family, and a part of himself. Taemin was the person he loved the most.
“It’s my fault.” He croaked, making Key’s already puffy eyes glared even fiercer.
“I shouldn’t have been afraid to face it. I should have told him I love him too. I shouldn’t have hurt his feelings.” Minho mumbled.
“He’ll be fine.” Onew spoke again, this time firmer, and from the sound of it he was not comforting Minho but commanding the other members to believe in him. “Taemin cannot leave us yet. His conscience will tell him that.”
“Tell him that you love him when he wakes up.”
Jonghyun was still not making any noise, but he had pulled Key into his arms, letting the latter cried on his broad chest. Onew wrapped his right arm around Minho’s shoulder, and Minho leaned onto him for support.
Taemin-ah…
--
“Does the food taste bad?” Key gave a worried look at Taemin.
“No, umma. I’m not hungry yet, that’s all.” Taemin chuckled - Minho could tell that the younger boy was lying, but he made no attempt to force him to eat.
“Okay. I have schedules today, Onew hyung and Jjong hyung already left for their own schedules as well.” Key informed. “We’ll be late. Make sure you get something to eat later.”
“I’m going out.” Minho announced.
“Yah, so my son will be all alone at home today?” Key’s eyes widened. “Andwae. It’s too dangerous.”
“Yah, Key hyung!” Taemin raised his brows. “I’m fine by myself, really. I can call for delivery later if I’m hungry. Minho hyung has Dream Team recording today. Right hyung?”
Minho, feeling uneasy, as it was the first time Taemin called his name since 2 days ago, nodded and got up hastily.
“Alright, I’m off.”
“Goodbye, hyung.” Taemin waved, with the fake smile still plastered on his face.
Minho felt a certain pang of uncomfortable feelings in his chest as he heard Taemin’s words, but he shook his head and waved it off. He walked out of the dorm door, not looking back, not knowing that Taemin’s smile had disappeared, replaced by tears.
--
“Taemin-ah.”
Taemin opened his eyes and narrowed them immediately as a bright scene started forming in front of him. He blinked a few times, and then realized that his hyungs were all looking down at him.
“You stupid, stupid son!” Key wailed, seizing him into a tight hug. Taemin coughed, surprised from the sudden pressure.
“Why did you try to kill yourself? Oh what would I do if Minho didn’t come home early and find you? I failed as an umma, why didn’t you tell me you were depressed over something? Answer me, Taeminnie…”
“Key hyung…” Taemin felt tears building again. “I’m sorry.”
Onew sat beside Taemin, on the bed, and gave Taemin a hug, enveloping both the son and mother. “I’m so glad you’re alive, Taem.”
“Onew hyung…” Taemin buried his head on Onew’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
Jonghyun stood there, unsure. He then glanced at Minho, who was still stiff, sitting on the chair next to the bed.
“Taeminnie.” Jonghyun called, causing the three to let go of the hug. “I’m going to lecture you later, but I think for now, someone else needs to talk to you privately.”
Jonghyun smiled as Taemin gave a confused look. Key stood up and took Jonghyun’s already stretched hand, and Onew followed, giving Minho one last encouraging look. The three older ones exited the ward, leaving only Minho and Taemin behind.
Taemin closed his eyes and lied back down. He wasn’t ready for this.
“Why did you do that?” Minho’s voice shivered, but no anger was detected. Taemin could sense a strong emotion running through those words. Was it sadness?
“I’m sorry…” was all Taemin could muster. He felt something shadowing on top of him, and opened his eyes instinctively. He felt something soft on his lips.
Minho’s face was too close. Taemin could not believe it; Minho was kissing him. It wasn’t a passionate kiss like the one Taemin saw in TV. It was a peck, barely brushing their lips, but enough for Taemin’s heart to make a 180-degree turn.
With Minho’s lips still on his, Taemin did not know what to do. He held his breath, and if there was anything that could surprise him even further, this was it. He felt something wet on his cheek and registered that Minho was crying.
Minho pulled away, now burying his face into Taemin’s small shoulder, his hands wrapped around Taemin’s slim waist, hugging him firmly, but gently. Taemin was lost.
“Don’t ever do that again.” Minho choked. Taemin’s tears came back. “Don’t ever try to… to leave me like that. Ever.”
“Don’t do this, hyung.” Taemin breathed. “You’re making me love you even more.”
“I love you.” Minho confessed. “I have always loved you. I thought it’d be better if we weren’t together, so that we could live freely… So you could focus on other things. I had no idea that it would hurt you so deeply. I’m sorry.”
If this were a dream, Taemin would be happy to die now.
“Please… Don’t ever have any thoughts of dying.” Minho continued, tightening his hug. “You’re killing me too.”
And then the string snapped. Taemin bawled, hugging Minho back. The both of them stayed like that and cried together for sometime.
Outside, Key, Jonghyun and Onew let out a relieved sigh. The three of them had been eavesdropping and were ready to barge in if Taemin started getting suicidal again, but it seemed that they had nothing to worry about now.
--
It was another cold night. Minho sighed as he unlocked the apartment door.
“Welcome home, hyung.” Came a cheerful voice.
Minho looked up and felt his tiredness gone, a smile forming on his lips as warmth filled his heart completely.
“I’m home, Taemin-ah.”
Genre: Drabble, Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2min (Taemin x Minho)
Disclaimer: Only own the story... T________T
Summary: I'm Home is a compilation of oneshots I wrote revolving the idea of someone coming home. The oneshots are not related to each other, so can be read separately. This oneshot revolves around Taemin x Minho (2min).
***
It was a quiet day.
Taemin closed his eyes, thinking deeply. There was no other sound than the water running, echoing throughout the whole house. And then he opened his eyes. There was a lot of blood on the bathroom’s floor. He followed the blood’s trail until he realized it was coming from his wrist. He smiled.
The water from the bath-up had leaked, as it was too full; and it was washing away the red liquid on the floor. Taemin sighed, feeling slightly relieved that the pain he felt on his wrist was going away and he felt his head getting lighter.
He closed his eyes, hoping that he could just sleep like this forever.
--
“Minho, you’re late again today.” Onew remarked. “Where did you go?”
“Sorry, hyung. Khun hyung was drunk so I took him home.”
“You went drinking with him?” Onew shook his head. “Key is going to kill you for drinking.”
“I didn’t drink, don’t worry.” Minho assured. “It’s just the Dream Team people. We went to eat dinner together and Khun hyung drank some alcohol with Junho hyung and the rest. I was a good boy, busy eating my samgyupsal.”
“Arasso. Quickly go shower and sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” Onew smiled, patting his dongsaeng’s shoulder. Minho nodded and retreated to his shared bedroom.
Taemin was lying down on his own bed, staring at the ceiling. He was so absorbed with his own thoughts that he did not realize Minho was already there, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Minho reached out to brush Taemin’s hair, and Taemin jolted up, snapping back to reality as he felt the touch of the man he had loved secretly.
“Earth to Taemin.” Minho laughed, showing the smile that could brighten Taemin’s day. Taemin blushed as he punched Minho playfully.
“Yah, hyung! That scared me!”
“You were spacing out. Go to sleep already.” Minho flicked Taemin’s forehead, causing the latter to pout.
--
“I’m home.” Minho declared, but was greeted by an absolute silence. He heard the water flowing from the bathroom and figured that Taemin was bathing. He placed his bag on the sofa carefully as he headed to the bathroom’s door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked.
“Taemin-ah?” He called, but there was no reply. “Taemin?”
Something was odd. He knocked harder and raised his voice.
“If you’re not going to reply me, I’m going to force my way in.” Minho threatened, but again, no reply. He took a step back before barging in.
He broke through the door and was welcomed by the sight of Taemin lying on the floor. The bathroom was flooded, and there was a diluted red color floating around. Taemin was very pale. His lips were white. There were five deep cuts on his wrist.
Gasping, Minho realized what had happened.
“Taemin-ah? TAEMINNIE!” He shouted frantically as he stumbled next to the younger boy.
--
“I love you hyung.” Taemin sobbed. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.”
Minho felt his throat blocked. “Taemin-ah, this is wrong. We’re both guys and…”
“I know… I knew you’d say that.” Taemin grinned weakly - it was so painful to watch. “I just had to tell you.”
Minho watched the younger boy left the room. A part of him wanted to call after him. Another part told him that if he were to chase Taemin right then, he would never be able to let go.
After all, Minho had loved Taemin the entire 3 years they had spent living together with the other 3 members. But this is all he could do before hurting Taemin. If public found out that they were together, Taemin would suffer. And so Minho decided to not get into any relationship with Taemin by pretending that he was a straight man.
Minho sat on the couch, waiting for the younger boy to come back home. He waited until he dozed off, and when he woke up it was 3AM in the morning.
He went into the shared bedroom and saw that Taemin was already asleep. Relieved, he went over and patted Taemin’s hair, brushing his fringe away as he observed the features of the angelic face.
There were still tear tracks on Taemin’s cheek. Minho felt a painful throb in his chest.
“Miahne.” Minho whispered as he pecked Taemin’s forehead.
He got up and lied down on his bed. After sometime, he was snoring quietly and that signaled Taemin to stop pretending that he was asleep.
Taemin cried silently as he touched his forehead. What a miserable feeling.
--
“Minho-yah!”
Key’s face was red, he was panting, his eyes puffy. Jonghyun was pale, panting as well, no trace of smile on his face. Onew was frowning. The three of them were dead worried of the maknae’s condition.
Minho raised his head weakly. His tears had already dried up. Onew initiated a comforting hug, but Minho did not have the strength to return it.
“He’ll be okay.” Onew soothed, but Minho trembled.
He did not want to lose such an important person yet. Taemin was everything; a brother, a family, and a part of himself. Taemin was the person he loved the most.
“It’s my fault.” He croaked, making Key’s already puffy eyes glared even fiercer.
“I shouldn’t have been afraid to face it. I should have told him I love him too. I shouldn’t have hurt his feelings.” Minho mumbled.
“He’ll be fine.” Onew spoke again, this time firmer, and from the sound of it he was not comforting Minho but commanding the other members to believe in him. “Taemin cannot leave us yet. His conscience will tell him that.”
“Tell him that you love him when he wakes up.”
Jonghyun was still not making any noise, but he had pulled Key into his arms, letting the latter cried on his broad chest. Onew wrapped his right arm around Minho’s shoulder, and Minho leaned onto him for support.
Taemin-ah…
--
“Does the food taste bad?” Key gave a worried look at Taemin.
“No, umma. I’m not hungry yet, that’s all.” Taemin chuckled - Minho could tell that the younger boy was lying, but he made no attempt to force him to eat.
“Okay. I have schedules today, Onew hyung and Jjong hyung already left for their own schedules as well.” Key informed. “We’ll be late. Make sure you get something to eat later.”
“I’m going out.” Minho announced.
“Yah, so my son will be all alone at home today?” Key’s eyes widened. “Andwae. It’s too dangerous.”
“Yah, Key hyung!” Taemin raised his brows. “I’m fine by myself, really. I can call for delivery later if I’m hungry. Minho hyung has Dream Team recording today. Right hyung?”
Minho, feeling uneasy, as it was the first time Taemin called his name since 2 days ago, nodded and got up hastily.
“Alright, I’m off.”
“Goodbye, hyung.” Taemin waved, with the fake smile still plastered on his face.
Minho felt a certain pang of uncomfortable feelings in his chest as he heard Taemin’s words, but he shook his head and waved it off. He walked out of the dorm door, not looking back, not knowing that Taemin’s smile had disappeared, replaced by tears.
--
“Taemin-ah.”
Taemin opened his eyes and narrowed them immediately as a bright scene started forming in front of him. He blinked a few times, and then realized that his hyungs were all looking down at him.
“You stupid, stupid son!” Key wailed, seizing him into a tight hug. Taemin coughed, surprised from the sudden pressure.
“Why did you try to kill yourself? Oh what would I do if Minho didn’t come home early and find you? I failed as an umma, why didn’t you tell me you were depressed over something? Answer me, Taeminnie…”
“Key hyung…” Taemin felt tears building again. “I’m sorry.”
Onew sat beside Taemin, on the bed, and gave Taemin a hug, enveloping both the son and mother. “I’m so glad you’re alive, Taem.”
“Onew hyung…” Taemin buried his head on Onew’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
Jonghyun stood there, unsure. He then glanced at Minho, who was still stiff, sitting on the chair next to the bed.
“Taeminnie.” Jonghyun called, causing the three to let go of the hug. “I’m going to lecture you later, but I think for now, someone else needs to talk to you privately.”
Jonghyun smiled as Taemin gave a confused look. Key stood up and took Jonghyun’s already stretched hand, and Onew followed, giving Minho one last encouraging look. The three older ones exited the ward, leaving only Minho and Taemin behind.
Taemin closed his eyes and lied back down. He wasn’t ready for this.
“Why did you do that?” Minho’s voice shivered, but no anger was detected. Taemin could sense a strong emotion running through those words. Was it sadness?
“I’m sorry…” was all Taemin could muster. He felt something shadowing on top of him, and opened his eyes instinctively. He felt something soft on his lips.
Minho’s face was too close. Taemin could not believe it; Minho was kissing him. It wasn’t a passionate kiss like the one Taemin saw in TV. It was a peck, barely brushing their lips, but enough for Taemin’s heart to make a 180-degree turn.
With Minho’s lips still on his, Taemin did not know what to do. He held his breath, and if there was anything that could surprise him even further, this was it. He felt something wet on his cheek and registered that Minho was crying.
Minho pulled away, now burying his face into Taemin’s small shoulder, his hands wrapped around Taemin’s slim waist, hugging him firmly, but gently. Taemin was lost.
“Don’t ever do that again.” Minho choked. Taemin’s tears came back. “Don’t ever try to… to leave me like that. Ever.”
“Don’t do this, hyung.” Taemin breathed. “You’re making me love you even more.”
“I love you.” Minho confessed. “I have always loved you. I thought it’d be better if we weren’t together, so that we could live freely… So you could focus on other things. I had no idea that it would hurt you so deeply. I’m sorry.”
If this were a dream, Taemin would be happy to die now.
“Please… Don’t ever have any thoughts of dying.” Minho continued, tightening his hug. “You’re killing me too.”
And then the string snapped. Taemin bawled, hugging Minho back. The both of them stayed like that and cried together for sometime.
Outside, Key, Jonghyun and Onew let out a relieved sigh. The three of them had been eavesdropping and were ready to barge in if Taemin started getting suicidal again, but it seemed that they had nothing to worry about now.
--
It was another cold night. Minho sighed as he unlocked the apartment door.
“Welcome home, hyung.” Came a cheerful voice.
Minho looked up and felt his tiredness gone, a smile forming on his lips as warmth filled his heart completely.
“I’m home, Taemin-ah.”