Smile
Smile
"Hyung, where are we going?" A brown haired youngster tilted up his head to look at a tall, well muscled teenager. The light coming from the street lamps threw heavily on the smaller's well defined jawline, and clear glass like skin. It accented his shoulder length hair that partly covered his warm chocolatey gooey brown eyes, framing a slim, aneroxic looking neck.
Say hello to Taemin. A 18-year-old boy with raging hormones, just like anyone else. Just that he was different, and he was on the run. On the run with Minho, his hyung by 2 years. On the run from his crazy father and Minho's demented mother, whom paired up together, seemed alot like the scary witches from the video games. Yeah, the ones Minho used to force him to play while he tried to hide his face from the nearly broken down television set in order to not let the witches see him.
He lost. Alot. Well, Taemin lost in almost nearly everything to Minho. Almost. When it came to strawberry shortcake, he always got the larger piece and extra slab of chocolate. Given to him by Minho. And it was these little actions that made Minho a mother, a friend, a brother.
Just not a boyfriend, nor a sex buddy. Well. That was 2 years ago, when he was naive, always plantively asking why his father would touch people in places that he wasn't supposed to touch, and why didn't he have a mother. Yeah, that was the past. Then came the very first time Minho did it, and after that they became 'friends with benefits'. That slowly developed into 'honey' or a simple 'yeobu', followed by much more. They were so close, nothing could stop them from being together. Apart from the time that Minho was hospitalised because his mother had thrown a knife at him and narrowly missed his heart.
Humph, look like Witch Clone #1 could actually aim after all.
Then they had agreed to run. It was scary to the point of exhilarating, after all. Taemin never did anything rebellious against his father except to not agree to come down the swings when he was 5. Oh, that earned him a spanking. They were on a run for almost half a year now, living together simply, eating only when they had to and taking turns to rest. They did have though. Quick ones against the trees, behind the rubbish dump, in the restaurant bathroom (they got chased out). Yeah, they did.
And they were happy. Happy to be away from a drunk abusive father, and a insane mother who tried to pick her own teeth with a chopper. Yeah, they were.
"Taemin ah, we'll go wherever makes you smile." Minho smiled down at Taemin, snuggling his head in between his muscled arms, content in just staying there, with his arms wrapped around Taemin's body.
"Hyung, then we don't really have to move anywhere. Anywhere with you makes me smile." Taemin's reply came, albiet a bit soft, due to his face being smushed in between's Minho's jacket and arms. He didn't really care though. It's was comfortable.
A gentle smile crossed across Minho's face, taking place of the excited one earlier.
"You make me smile too." He whispered, leaning down to capture those perfect cherry red lips.
Clothes were torn off and hurriedly put to the side, pants and moans a perfect harmony in the dark night. Saliva instead of lube, fingers and tongues made used of instead of sex toys. They moved in synchronisation, perfect harmony that only two people very practiced in it could do. They both lay on the grimy dark floor, smiling like idiots against each other, red skin rubbing against skin after they came down from their afterglow.
And Taemin was insanely happy. Because he knew that even though his life was like shit, he had Minho. And that made him smile.
"Hyung, where are we going?" A brown haired youngster tilted up his head to look at a tall, well muscled teenager. The light coming from the street lamps threw heavily on the smaller's well defined jawline, and clear glass like skin. It accented his shoulder length hair that partly covered his warm chocolatey gooey brown eyes, framing a slim, aneroxic looking neck.
Say hello to Taemin. A 18-year-old boy with raging hormones, just like anyone else. Just that he was different, and he was on the run. On the run with Minho, his hyung by 2 years. On the run from his crazy father and Minho's demented mother, whom paired up together, seemed alot like the scary witches from the video games. Yeah, the ones Minho used to force him to play while he tried to hide his face from the nearly broken down television set in order to not let the witches see him.
He lost. Alot. Well, Taemin lost in almost nearly everything to Minho. Almost. When it came to strawberry shortcake, he always got the larger piece and extra slab of chocolate. Given to him by Minho. And it was these little actions that made Minho a mother, a friend, a brother.
Just not a boyfriend, nor a sex buddy. Well. That was 2 years ago, when he was naive, always plantively asking why his father would touch people in places that he wasn't supposed to touch, and why didn't he have a mother. Yeah, that was the past. Then came the very first time Minho did it, and after that they became 'friends with benefits'. That slowly developed into 'honey' or a simple 'yeobu', followed by much more. They were so close, nothing could stop them from being together. Apart from the time that Minho was hospitalised because his mother had thrown a knife at him and narrowly missed his heart.
Humph, look like Witch Clone #1 could actually aim after all.
Then they had agreed to run. It was scary to the point of exhilarating, after all. Taemin never did anything rebellious against his father except to not agree to come down the swings when he was 5. Oh, that earned him a spanking. They were on a run for almost half a year now, living together simply, eating only when they had to and taking turns to rest. They did have though. Quick ones against the trees, behind the rubbish dump, in the restaurant bathroom (they got chased out). Yeah, they did.
And they were happy. Happy to be away from a drunk abusive father, and a insane mother who tried to pick her own teeth with a chopper. Yeah, they were.
"Taemin ah, we'll go wherever makes you smile." Minho smiled down at Taemin, snuggling his head in between his muscled arms, content in just staying there, with his arms wrapped around Taemin's body.
"Hyung, then we don't really have to move anywhere. Anywhere with you makes me smile." Taemin's reply came, albiet a bit soft, due to his face being smushed in between's Minho's jacket and arms. He didn't really care though. It's was comfortable.
A gentle smile crossed across Minho's face, taking place of the excited one earlier.
"You make me smile too." He whispered, leaning down to capture those perfect cherry red lips.
Clothes were torn off and hurriedly put to the side, pants and moans a perfect harmony in the dark night. Saliva instead of lube, fingers and tongues made used of instead of sex toys. They moved in synchronisation, perfect harmony that only two people very practiced in it could do. They both lay on the grimy dark floor, smiling like idiots against each other, red skin rubbing against skin after they came down from their afterglow.
And Taemin was insanely happy. Because he knew that even though his life was like shit, he had Minho. And that made him smile.