the tempest [oneshot]
Title: the tempest
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairings: Minho x Taemin, mentioning of Jonghyun x Key
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Shinee members~
Summary: Sometimes, Minho's nights are full of sleepless hours. On lucky days, there are endless opportunities.
A/n: In all honesty, I think the first couple I batted my eyes at was 2min, back in the day. Maybe it was because they were MinMin, or because they were the youngest, I don't know. It was just kinda cute. This was actually supposed to start as something a bit more mature, but as I wrote it out, it dwindled to a simple PG story... ha ha. I guess I'll save the smutty stuff for JongKey? OTL
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
The ceiling looked awfully blank when Minho cracked open his eyes once more. He just wanted to check if there was something hanging from the wooden frame above him that had a potential of falling and knocking him out.
It was rare of him to think like that, but Minho was getting just slightly frustrated, because from 6:38 AM of the previous morning to 1:19 of the next, the grand total of sleep he managed to get was just about 4 hours.
Minho rubbed at his eyes. Sleep was pulling down on his eyelids from the lashes, but they eventually snapped back open like the curtain that Jinki struggled with every morning in their living room. He didn't dare groan out loud, though. Jonghyun and Kibum were lying together, close, under a thick blanket, obviously exhausted from their late night session, and they had no desire to be woken up by any sound whatsoever. Jinki was sprawled out on his bed, blue covers covering only his legs as he mumbled nonsense under his breath. And Taemin.
Well, Minho assumed that he was sleeping. He simply stared across from his bed - Jinki was sleeping at an awkward angle so his head wasn't blocking his view - and noted the little movements that the younger member made as he twitched and sighed in his sleep.
He suddenly began to wonder what he was dreaming about. The boy always woke up with a dream to share, because he was still young and his imagination was free to run around in endless directions, and they were usually about him and the other members, of them picking flowers, or of them on a Lord of the Ring-esque journey to save Earth. They always made him laugh, no matter how childish they were, and sometimes Minho would question when he had become such a laugher.
But it was different that night, Minho noted. Taemin was grasping at his blankets as if it was a desperate attempt to save himself from falling. And then Minho sat upright in his bed and stared intently at Taemin's features. His lips were parted slightly, and his brows were knit together. Taking it as signs of a bad dream, Minho silently scrambled out of his bed - and it failed horribly, because the springs of his mattress were just so ancient - and tip-toed over to Taemin.
It was the first time he had been awake to see any of these expressions of Taemin's face, so he didn't quite know how to handle the situation. Minho assumed that following what Kibum often did to cheer him up would work. He sat down at the foot of the bed.
Reaching out, Minho shook his leg and bit his lip when he felt Taemin reflexively kick at him. He murmured, barely above a whisper, "Taemin. Taemin-ah."
Initially, there was nothing but the continuous flustered sighs and scrunching eyes, but after Minho began to put some strength into shaking him, Taemin grunted loudly and opened his eyes.
And when their gazes met, the younger boy quickly looked away, screwed his eyes shut and opened them again, this time doubling in size. Minho wondered why he began to scramble in his sheets, wondered why he was suddenly stuttering, "Oh, no," with a frantic voice. He reached out to grab his arm and tell him to calm down, but Taemin had quickly wrapped himself completely with his blanket.
"Sorry hyung, I'm really tired now; can you save it for the morning?"
Minho simply sat and gave him a questioning look. "But I thought you were having a bad dream."
After a moment of silence, Taemin popped his head out of the covers, hair tousled and messy from his recent attempt to escape reality, and he slowly replied, "Well, not...necessarily."
"Then?"
Taemin began to wonder whether or not his hyung was capable of letting things go without interrogating them. "It was just. Just different."
Minho then asked what was so different about the dream and Taemin unintentionally let out a sigh of just the slightest bit of frustration. "Really, hyung, it's nothing."
When Taemin looked up, he saw that Minho was looking away, gaze adverted to a spot on the frame of his bed. He suddenly felt a pang of guilt, thinking that he had hurt the older boy's feelings, and he quickly decided to make an attempt to fix himself. "It was about you. That's all. Really."
Of course, that's what he had said in his mind, because in reality he was too distracted by the concentration on Minho's face, by the way his nose was scrunched, just slightly, at the bridge, by the way his narrowed eyes seemed to be glittering. He gulped and sat in silence as he watched Minho raise his hand to grasp at something invisible before him.
"Maybe we should get you a dream catcher, or something."
Taemin blinked. He continued to watch as a sweet smile played at Minho's lips, and the slight dimples that formed were a bit too cute for him to reject.
And when Minho turned around with his eyes round and smile bright, Taemin felt his face heat up, because he was staring at him with the most sincere look, even though exhaustion was written all over his features.
"Sounds great," Taemin laughed quietly, and he felt his heart beat just a bit faster - if that was even possible, he questioned at that point - when Minho chuckled with him, those eyes sparkling in the way he always adored, in the way that made him feel at ease no matter where they were.
He then scooted closer to where Minho was sitting, and when he stopped, he felt the older boy's soft gaze on him; and yet, he couldn't lift his eyes to meet the ones that were so warm and so caring.
Taemin then felt like a jerk when he whispered, "It would help if you gave me a good night kiss, though."
There was a pause, and then, "Just kidding! Just wanted to see your reaction." He wondered if his eyes were full of disappointment, despite his lame attempt at sounding like he really was kidding. He knew that his smile was crooked and awkward, but he had hoped that the dark was concealing it. Minho said nothing though, and continued to say nothing for a few seconds, until he muttered,
"Come here."
Minho realized that he really wasn't being himself that evening. It was rare of him to cross the line between friendliness and intimacy, and he had to admit, even he was shocked by the words that seemed to have flown out of his mouth before he could even calculate his next move.
Besides, he thought that, somewhere in the back of his head, an alarm was going off, trying to signal to the somewhat conscious boy that he would be making a horrible mistake if he actually went and kissed Taemin, and it was blinking obnoxiously because by the time his nose was close enough to brush Taemin's, he was starting to see lights flash before his eyes.
But when their lips touched - ever so slightly, just enough to send a jolt down Taemin's spine and make the toes in his slipper socks tingle - Minho realized that there really was no alarm, but rather fireworks that seemed to spell out in the back of his head, "Finally you did it."
Taemin screwed his eyes shut as he continued to take in the warmth spreading from Minho's lips to his and, when they parted, he was left breathless. It was barely a brush, barely even a peck, but he knew that it was much different from Kibum's kisses, much different from his real mom's kisses.
This one made his heart swim and flip and dive and everything energetic that he wished he could do with Minho, right there, right then.
Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion, Taemin slowly pulled himself back up to the pillow, unaware of Minho's hands that were patting the blanket around him and his combing fingers that raked through his hair as if he was trying to lull the boy back to sleep. He felt a silly smile slip onto his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it off, because he felt his heart fluttering and beating at a comfortable pace again.
Taemin then began to wonder if Minho really kissed him because of his lie. So he opened his eyes once more and murmured, "It was about you."
He didn't have to murmur too loudly, because Minho's face was right there, hovering above him dangerously close, and he watched the boy simply nod, the corners of his lips turning upwards, just slightly.
Minho whispered, "Good night."
And then he leaned forward once more - his head was spinning by then, the fumes from the fireworks muddling his mind - to place a kiss, just a bit harder, on Taemin's lips. But before Taemin could do anything, his eyes closed, and his breathing evened, and he felt the warmth of Minho's hand linger for just another second before it left him. And then he fell asleep.
--
Taemin slept wonderfully after that. He was up again in five hours, before everyone else, including Kibum, which was definitely a first for him. School was in two hours, so he decided that he had enough time to fool around before preparing.
As he turned his gaze to the bunk above him - he heard some rustling and mumbling - something caught his eye. From the frame of the upper bunk hung a simple string with paper hearts and stars cut out, attached onto it with tape and glue. He covered his mouth to muffle his giggle as he sat up and turned one of them around. There was writing on it.
I had to use your school supplies. I put them back, don't worry.
And on another:
Hope you had a sweet dream. Let's meet in person soon.
Taemin fell back onto the bed and flipped to his side. Jinki was sleeping at an awkward angle again, so he saw Minho's sleeping face, perfect in the way his lips were pursed as he breathed in, silently, rhythmically. He felt something bloom in his chest as he continued to watch him.
Taemin decided that he could spend his spare time waiting for him to wake up to fulfill that promise.
.
So ridic. long. I am sorry, 2min fans, for...butchering this really cute couple :( /ashamed
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairings: Minho x Taemin, mentioning of Jonghyun x Key
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Shinee members~
Summary: Sometimes, Minho's nights are full of sleepless hours. On lucky days, there are endless opportunities.
A/n: In all honesty, I think the first couple I batted my eyes at was 2min, back in the day. Maybe it was because they were MinMin, or because they were the youngest, I don't know. It was just kinda cute. This was actually supposed to start as something a bit more mature, but as I wrote it out, it dwindled to a simple PG story... ha ha. I guess I'll save the smutty stuff for JongKey? OTL
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
The ceiling looked awfully blank when Minho cracked open his eyes once more. He just wanted to check if there was something hanging from the wooden frame above him that had a potential of falling and knocking him out.
It was rare of him to think like that, but Minho was getting just slightly frustrated, because from 6:38 AM of the previous morning to 1:19 of the next, the grand total of sleep he managed to get was just about 4 hours.
Minho rubbed at his eyes. Sleep was pulling down on his eyelids from the lashes, but they eventually snapped back open like the curtain that Jinki struggled with every morning in their living room. He didn't dare groan out loud, though. Jonghyun and Kibum were lying together, close, under a thick blanket, obviously exhausted from their late night session, and they had no desire to be woken up by any sound whatsoever. Jinki was sprawled out on his bed, blue covers covering only his legs as he mumbled nonsense under his breath. And Taemin.
Well, Minho assumed that he was sleeping. He simply stared across from his bed - Jinki was sleeping at an awkward angle so his head wasn't blocking his view - and noted the little movements that the younger member made as he twitched and sighed in his sleep.
He suddenly began to wonder what he was dreaming about. The boy always woke up with a dream to share, because he was still young and his imagination was free to run around in endless directions, and they were usually about him and the other members, of them picking flowers, or of them on a Lord of the Ring-esque journey to save Earth. They always made him laugh, no matter how childish they were, and sometimes Minho would question when he had become such a laugher.
But it was different that night, Minho noted. Taemin was grasping at his blankets as if it was a desperate attempt to save himself from falling. And then Minho sat upright in his bed and stared intently at Taemin's features. His lips were parted slightly, and his brows were knit together. Taking it as signs of a bad dream, Minho silently scrambled out of his bed - and it failed horribly, because the springs of his mattress were just so ancient - and tip-toed over to Taemin.
It was the first time he had been awake to see any of these expressions of Taemin's face, so he didn't quite know how to handle the situation. Minho assumed that following what Kibum often did to cheer him up would work. He sat down at the foot of the bed.
Reaching out, Minho shook his leg and bit his lip when he felt Taemin reflexively kick at him. He murmured, barely above a whisper, "Taemin. Taemin-ah."
Initially, there was nothing but the continuous flustered sighs and scrunching eyes, but after Minho began to put some strength into shaking him, Taemin grunted loudly and opened his eyes.
And when their gazes met, the younger boy quickly looked away, screwed his eyes shut and opened them again, this time doubling in size. Minho wondered why he began to scramble in his sheets, wondered why he was suddenly stuttering, "Oh, no," with a frantic voice. He reached out to grab his arm and tell him to calm down, but Taemin had quickly wrapped himself completely with his blanket.
"Sorry hyung, I'm really tired now; can you save it for the morning?"
Minho simply sat and gave him a questioning look. "But I thought you were having a bad dream."
After a moment of silence, Taemin popped his head out of the covers, hair tousled and messy from his recent attempt to escape reality, and he slowly replied, "Well, not...necessarily."
"Then?"
Taemin began to wonder whether or not his hyung was capable of letting things go without interrogating them. "It was just. Just different."
Minho then asked what was so different about the dream and Taemin unintentionally let out a sigh of just the slightest bit of frustration. "Really, hyung, it's nothing."
When Taemin looked up, he saw that Minho was looking away, gaze adverted to a spot on the frame of his bed. He suddenly felt a pang of guilt, thinking that he had hurt the older boy's feelings, and he quickly decided to make an attempt to fix himself. "It was about you. That's all. Really."
Of course, that's what he had said in his mind, because in reality he was too distracted by the concentration on Minho's face, by the way his nose was scrunched, just slightly, at the bridge, by the way his narrowed eyes seemed to be glittering. He gulped and sat in silence as he watched Minho raise his hand to grasp at something invisible before him.
"Maybe we should get you a dream catcher, or something."
Taemin blinked. He continued to watch as a sweet smile played at Minho's lips, and the slight dimples that formed were a bit too cute for him to reject.
And when Minho turned around with his eyes round and smile bright, Taemin felt his face heat up, because he was staring at him with the most sincere look, even though exhaustion was written all over his features.
"Sounds great," Taemin laughed quietly, and he felt his heart beat just a bit faster - if that was even possible, he questioned at that point - when Minho chuckled with him, those eyes sparkling in the way he always adored, in the way that made him feel at ease no matter where they were.
He then scooted closer to where Minho was sitting, and when he stopped, he felt the older boy's soft gaze on him; and yet, he couldn't lift his eyes to meet the ones that were so warm and so caring.
Taemin then felt like a jerk when he whispered, "It would help if you gave me a good night kiss, though."
There was a pause, and then, "Just kidding! Just wanted to see your reaction." He wondered if his eyes were full of disappointment, despite his lame attempt at sounding like he really was kidding. He knew that his smile was crooked and awkward, but he had hoped that the dark was concealing it. Minho said nothing though, and continued to say nothing for a few seconds, until he muttered,
"Come here."
Minho realized that he really wasn't being himself that evening. It was rare of him to cross the line between friendliness and intimacy, and he had to admit, even he was shocked by the words that seemed to have flown out of his mouth before he could even calculate his next move.
Besides, he thought that, somewhere in the back of his head, an alarm was going off, trying to signal to the somewhat conscious boy that he would be making a horrible mistake if he actually went and kissed Taemin, and it was blinking obnoxiously because by the time his nose was close enough to brush Taemin's, he was starting to see lights flash before his eyes.
But when their lips touched - ever so slightly, just enough to send a jolt down Taemin's spine and make the toes in his slipper socks tingle - Minho realized that there really was no alarm, but rather fireworks that seemed to spell out in the back of his head, "Finally you did it."
Taemin screwed his eyes shut as he continued to take in the warmth spreading from Minho's lips to his and, when they parted, he was left breathless. It was barely a brush, barely even a peck, but he knew that it was much different from Kibum's kisses, much different from his real mom's kisses.
This one made his heart swim and flip and dive and everything energetic that he wished he could do with Minho, right there, right then.
Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion, Taemin slowly pulled himself back up to the pillow, unaware of Minho's hands that were patting the blanket around him and his combing fingers that raked through his hair as if he was trying to lull the boy back to sleep. He felt a silly smile slip onto his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it off, because he felt his heart fluttering and beating at a comfortable pace again.
Taemin then began to wonder if Minho really kissed him because of his lie. So he opened his eyes once more and murmured, "It was about you."
He didn't have to murmur too loudly, because Minho's face was right there, hovering above him dangerously close, and he watched the boy simply nod, the corners of his lips turning upwards, just slightly.
Minho whispered, "Good night."
And then he leaned forward once more - his head was spinning by then, the fumes from the fireworks muddling his mind - to place a kiss, just a bit harder, on Taemin's lips. But before Taemin could do anything, his eyes closed, and his breathing evened, and he felt the warmth of Minho's hand linger for just another second before it left him. And then he fell asleep.
--
Taemin slept wonderfully after that. He was up again in five hours, before everyone else, including Kibum, which was definitely a first for him. School was in two hours, so he decided that he had enough time to fool around before preparing.
As he turned his gaze to the bunk above him - he heard some rustling and mumbling - something caught his eye. From the frame of the upper bunk hung a simple string with paper hearts and stars cut out, attached onto it with tape and glue. He covered his mouth to muffle his giggle as he sat up and turned one of them around. There was writing on it.
I had to use your school supplies. I put them back, don't worry.
And on another:
Hope you had a sweet dream. Let's meet in person soon.
Taemin fell back onto the bed and flipped to his side. Jinki was sleeping at an awkward angle again, so he saw Minho's sleeping face, perfect in the way his lips were pursed as he breathed in, silently, rhythmically. He felt something bloom in his chest as he continued to watch him.
Taemin decided that he could spend his spare time waiting for him to wake up to fulfill that promise.
.
So ridic. long. I am sorry, 2min fans, for...butchering this really cute couple :( /ashamed