Addicted to No Talent
Title: Addicted to No Talent
Rated: G
Pairing/Characters: 2Min, Taemin, Minho
Genre: No specific placement/Fluff/Drabble
Word count: 749
Summary: Minho wasn't a singer, but Taemin really just wants to hear him try.
"Hyung?" The fifteen year old boy asked. He was snuggled into his boyfriend's arms as they lay on the floor of Minho's living room, not quite sure why there weren't on the couch instead.
"Yeah?" Minho replied while hugging Taemin to his chest, stroking his cheek, feeling the smooth and inviting texture of skin.
"Could you . . . Sing for me, please?" The younger hesitantly asked, looking into the gorgeous frog eyes. He believed no matter how much Minho thought he couldn't sing, he actually had an incredibly soft voice. But he always stubbornly objected to singing, offering to rap for serenading Taemin.
"Tae, I can't sing," Minho sighed, kissing the boy's forehead, "I'll rap for you as an alternative."
Not a surprise.
Taemin sighed, a bit frustrated. Minho just couldn't break past his discomfort and push through it. If Minho could protect him, play sports like a champion, talk, and just easily love Taemin, Minho could absolutely sing. Maybe not like those high professionals, but surely well enough for Taemin to swoon.
Taemin had only once heard him sing before. He was waiting on Minho's bed as he waited for Minho (who was oblivious to his presence) to get out of the shower. He couldn't make out the words, but the tempo was slow and his voice, all low, was slowly climbing notes up and down, trilling here and there. Yes, he squeaked some, but nonetheless, he was really good, and all Taemin wanted was to hear it again.
"I don't want you to rap," Taemin huffed, "I just want you to sing, Hyung."
Now it was Minho's turn to sigh, pulling his fingers through Taemin's hair, "But I can't."
Taemin pushed him away and stared, "You say you can't, but you actually can."
He watched Minho instead run a hand through his hair in confusion, not knowing what to do. He stumbled upon words and his eyes searched everywhere, most likely looking for something to talk about instead of this.
"Hyung, everyone can sing. Maybe not like famous people, but everyone has a voice, and everyone can sing. It could be good or bad, but I know yours isn't bad at all," the younger sat up and crossed his arms.
"But, Minnie . . . I can't! I'm not talented like that!"
"I heard you the shower for goodness sakes! It's fine!"
He narrowed his eyes, “. . . When did you hear me in the shower?"
"Ugh, not the point!" He cried out, "You have talent, period!"
Minho only shook his head, denying the statement made.
Taemin scrunched his mouth up and left the floor, ignoring the older who was stumbling over his words. He walked to the kitchen in hopes of banana milk in the fridge (because Minho's parents told him there was). He grabbed the milk from the fridge, only to drop it on the counter next to him, "Hyung!"
Two arms wrapped themselves around Taemin and pulled him close forcefully, "You better listen."
Through hardships and troubles, I do
I'll always be there, I do
All the many days we'll spend together, I do
I'm going to be thankful each and every day, my love
I prepared this for you since long ago
Please take this shiny ring in my hand
I'll remember this promise we shared with the same heart
Would you marry me?
"Are you happy now?" Minho asked, almost sourly.
Taemin's heart fluttered and turned in Minho's arms, hugging him as he could still hear his singing in his head, "Very, very, very, very, very, very happy," he replied childishly.
"Good," Minho squeezed him, "That's the only time you'll hear it."
Taemin quickly pulled back and hit him on the shoulder, "You didn't even let me record it!"
"Well you didn't even ask!"
The boy rolled his eyes and chuckled, pulling him back into a hug, "Your voice is fantastic, Hyung."
"Lies."
"No!"
"Liar!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!
"AM NOT!"
"YOU SIT ON A THROWN OF LIES!"
"Oh, forget it!" Taemin growled into his neck, "If you have no talent, then my ears must be broken because I want to hear it over and over again. It may as well become an addiction, to let you know."
Minho chuckled and pulled away, tugging Taemin to come back to the living room. Taemin grabbed his milk and let his boyfriend lead him away and to the couch. Minho couldn't stop smiling.
"Wow, your ears must really be tone-deaf then!"
"Hyuuuuung!"
---Note~---
So, this is a shoddily oneshot that was put together this one day because I was having 2Min feels.
I wanted it to be longer, but I just couldn't find way to want to edit.
I'm not this bad of an author, I promise.
P.S. This is the only thing I'll be entering until August, please wait for more.
~Piplupz/Flaminhoe
Rated: G
Pairing/Characters: 2Min, Taemin, Minho
Genre: No specific placement/Fluff/Drabble
Word count: 749
Summary: Minho wasn't a singer, but Taemin really just wants to hear him try.
"Hyung?" The fifteen year old boy asked. He was snuggled into his boyfriend's arms as they lay on the floor of Minho's living room, not quite sure why there weren't on the couch instead.
"Yeah?" Minho replied while hugging Taemin to his chest, stroking his cheek, feeling the smooth and inviting texture of skin.
"Could you . . . Sing for me, please?" The younger hesitantly asked, looking into the gorgeous frog eyes. He believed no matter how much Minho thought he couldn't sing, he actually had an incredibly soft voice. But he always stubbornly objected to singing, offering to rap for serenading Taemin.
"Tae, I can't sing," Minho sighed, kissing the boy's forehead, "I'll rap for you as an alternative."
Not a surprise.
Taemin sighed, a bit frustrated. Minho just couldn't break past his discomfort and push through it. If Minho could protect him, play sports like a champion, talk, and just easily love Taemin, Minho could absolutely sing. Maybe not like those high professionals, but surely well enough for Taemin to swoon.
Taemin had only once heard him sing before. He was waiting on Minho's bed as he waited for Minho (who was oblivious to his presence) to get out of the shower. He couldn't make out the words, but the tempo was slow and his voice, all low, was slowly climbing notes up and down, trilling here and there. Yes, he squeaked some, but nonetheless, he was really good, and all Taemin wanted was to hear it again.
"I don't want you to rap," Taemin huffed, "I just want you to sing, Hyung."
Now it was Minho's turn to sigh, pulling his fingers through Taemin's hair, "But I can't."
Taemin pushed him away and stared, "You say you can't, but you actually can."
He watched Minho instead run a hand through his hair in confusion, not knowing what to do. He stumbled upon words and his eyes searched everywhere, most likely looking for something to talk about instead of this.
"Hyung, everyone can sing. Maybe not like famous people, but everyone has a voice, and everyone can sing. It could be good or bad, but I know yours isn't bad at all," the younger sat up and crossed his arms.
"But, Minnie . . . I can't! I'm not talented like that!"
"I heard you the shower for goodness sakes! It's fine!"
He narrowed his eyes, “. . . When did you hear me in the shower?"
"Ugh, not the point!" He cried out, "You have talent, period!"
Minho only shook his head, denying the statement made.
Taemin scrunched his mouth up and left the floor, ignoring the older who was stumbling over his words. He walked to the kitchen in hopes of banana milk in the fridge (because Minho's parents told him there was). He grabbed the milk from the fridge, only to drop it on the counter next to him, "Hyung!"
Two arms wrapped themselves around Taemin and pulled him close forcefully, "You better listen."
Through hardships and troubles, I do
I'll always be there, I do
All the many days we'll spend together, I do
I'm going to be thankful each and every day, my love
I prepared this for you since long ago
Please take this shiny ring in my hand
I'll remember this promise we shared with the same heart
Would you marry me?
"Are you happy now?" Minho asked, almost sourly.
Taemin's heart fluttered and turned in Minho's arms, hugging him as he could still hear his singing in his head, "Very, very, very, very, very, very happy," he replied childishly.
"Good," Minho squeezed him, "That's the only time you'll hear it."
Taemin quickly pulled back and hit him on the shoulder, "You didn't even let me record it!"
"Well you didn't even ask!"
The boy rolled his eyes and chuckled, pulling him back into a hug, "Your voice is fantastic, Hyung."
"Lies."
"No!"
"Liar!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!
"AM NOT!"
"YOU SIT ON A THROWN OF LIES!"
"Oh, forget it!" Taemin growled into his neck, "If you have no talent, then my ears must be broken because I want to hear it over and over again. It may as well become an addiction, to let you know."
Minho chuckled and pulled away, tugging Taemin to come back to the living room. Taemin grabbed his milk and let his boyfriend lead him away and to the couch. Minho couldn't stop smiling.
"Wow, your ears must really be tone-deaf then!"
"Hyuuuuung!"
---Note~---
So, this is a shoddily oneshot that was put together this one day because I was having 2Min feels.
I wanted it to be longer, but I just couldn't find way to want to edit.
I'm not this bad of an author, I promise.
P.S. This is the only thing I'll be entering until August, please wait for more.
~Piplupz/Flaminhoe