10 drabbles - Taemin/Minho
10 drabbles ; 2min
time, cherryblossoms, story, rain, sword, iris, bamboo, moon, shooting star, wind chimes
contains angst, fluff, stars and the ocean.
1. time
Time is something everyone shares equally. Everyone has every second, every minute that they could. Although, it stops at different times, everyone has it.
And right now, that’s all Taemin wishes from Minho.
Just, some time.
Some time to think.
Some time to reflect, if this is what he wants -not just them.
But what he wants. Is this something he won’t regret, or something he’s willing to take, with open arms.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said, once. Because as each day passes, Minho feels like he’s standing on a rope. It’ll either be his last, or greatest performance. And Taemin’s sorry, because he feels like he’s suffocating Minho with every beat, every second that passes between their fingertips.
‘I need more time.’
2. cherry blossoms
Five centimeters per second.
That was how fast it took, for each petal of a cherry blossom tree to fall.
For some reason, Taemin and Minho are also slowly drifting apart just as fast. Every beat, every second, they’re slowly fading, drifting into but mere strangers again. From entangled fingers, into individual shaking hands. From tangled legs in the morning, to tapping feet from a heated argument. From eyes that couldn’t look elsewere, to gazes lingering on different people.
Like cherry blossoms, they drift apart.
Five centimeters per second.
3. story
“Minho-ah,” he whispers one night, during their break from activities. Minho shifts to the other side of his bed to face the boy. “Yes, Taemin-ah?” He replies, just as soft. Taemin is looking at Minho with blood-shot eyes -the cold insomnia rumbling, sitting in his guts. “Tell me a story,” he says. The other young man is quiet for a moment, then he sits up.
Taemin makes space, in the little that is left of his bed. The older of the two then makes his way beside the boy. He closes his eyes, and breathes in deeply the scent of Taemin.
“Once, there was a boy who couldn’t sleep.”
Taemin’s eyes grow wide, and he gently slaps Minho’s chest.
“He woke up his hyung, at 2am in the morning to make him tell a story, because he couldn’t sleep.”
Taemin sits up, hands on the older one’s shoulders.
“And that hyung loves him very dearly.”
4. rain
When they parted, Taemin only wished one thing. To not feel the rain on his face, to let it stay dry and drought. He’d rather not feel anything, than to feel… feel this. This thing that he couldn’t even explain in the right words.
Because he was stupid. So stupid.
He let him go, and get out of his life so easily, just like that.
Two steps to the door and a turn. That was it.
Minho loved him so much, and he… he just.
His face turns sour, and scrunches up as the first raindrop falls. The rain hurts, the rain is salty and it just really hurts. He doesn’t understand why it’s like this, and where did he pull out these feelings. Did he really care this much? He doesn’t remember ever having anything emotional about that person.
That Minho.
Where did the rain come from? Isn’t his roof sealed enough with masks and plastic things?
5. sword
The sword is like an extension on an arm. It is a lethal weapon -made for killing really. Or protecting, depending on the situation.
But in both senses, a sword could hurt someone.
And Taemin is like a samurai, who’s a true expert in dealing with blades like swords. And he stabs through Minho’s heart with words of rejection, looks of refusal and actions of denial. Minho gives him a rose, and he slashes them so accurately with his sword -Taemin’s sword of fear.
Fear of who? Minho wonders.
Fear of what? Minho asks to himself.
But through this, through all this pain and hurt and dying every time, he gives another rose.
And another.
And another.
Each day, he never fails to do so.
Each time, the rose is slashed into half, into tiny bits and then stomped cruelly to the ground. But Minho’s okay, Minho’s fine with this.
Maybe.
6. iris
‘You’re the closest to heaven, that I’ll ever be and--’
Minho stops midway, when he catches Taemin staring at him. The younger of the two blinks at his hyung and he smiles. “What? Well? Continue playing, dummy,” he says, and walks, taking a seat next to the older one. Minho shyly strums the guitar, and continues to play, singing softly the song -his accent making it sound slurry, but it’s still a song.
And Taemin likes it.
‘And I don’t want to go home right now.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
‘Cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight
And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am’
Taemin claps silently, in the still room. Minho looks at him and he smiles back.
7. bamboo
“The bamboo is not a grass,” Taemin says, arguing playfully with Minho one night.
They’re on the rooftop of the current hotel they’re staying in.
“Uhh, yes it is. The giant ones are the biggest in the grass family,” Minho says, with that know-it-all voice, Taemin knows too well.
The younger of the two rolls his eyes.
“But it’s like a tree! Like, a tiny, thin tree. How can it be grass?”
“Well it just is.”
“Wow, you sure convinced me there.” Minho playfully pushes Taemin aside.
They look up to the night sky, as the chilly wind passes through them.
“And if I told you I love you, and it just is, do I still need to convince you?”
Taemin stares at Minho a for a moment, then he chuckles lightly. He puts his head on the man’s shoulder and closes his eyes.
“Maybe.”
Minho sighs.
And he kisses Taemin, dipping his head, turning to catch those lips he adores so much.
“Does that count?”
“I might need some more convincing to do.”
8. moon
In the darkness, underneath the light of Mother Moon, the prince of the stars dances with a mortal, beside the ocean. They dance quietly, as the music of their hearts play for their feet. It was beautiful, and no eye had caught it. The magic that was spinning around them twinkled with the stars above them.
They stopped when one of them fumbled to the sand -they laughed, as the mortal is on top of the prince.
“Will you return?” The prince shrugs. “… Will you tell me your name?”
The prince is speechless for a moment, then explains.
“The one who knows my name, would be my keeper. And right now, I’m not even sure if I’ll return. If I ever do, I promise you, I’ll tell you my name.”
The mortal frowns.
“And if you find someone first, to be your keeper?”
The prince touches the boy’s cheek and smiles. His smile glimmers with the night. He is definitely the Prince of the Stars -the boy believes.
“If it is meant to be, we will be.”
( ‘Then don’t forget my name. It is Taemin.’ )
9. shooting star
( based from moon )
One night, Taemin sees a shooting star. He’s older now, very much older than the last time he danced with a beautiful stranger with bare feet in the sand. Instead of counting stars and the waves he catches, he’s counting the money in his pocket if it’ll be enough for the next month. There’s a dusty old piano in his apartment, and paperwork everywhere.
He’s no where near a beach.
And the city lights blind the people in it from the galaxy’s little darlings of light.
But Taemin was sure. He was so sure.
He saw a shooting star.
He runs, still in slacks, a collared shirt, having a cardigan on top and house slippers. He runs out of his apartment, closing the door with a bang. His hair is all over his face as the wind hits him. He suddenly felt like wings just grew out his feet, because he’s running so fast the city is a blur. And for some reason, that’s more beautiful than how he normally sees it. It’s blurry, and the lights overlap and mix together -turning into somewhat a painting of something beautiful yet dangerous at the same time.
Taemin feels like he’s lost, but he also feels like his gut is pulling him to a route he’s never see. Or maybe, it was already there all this time, and maybe he’s even walked along it for awhile -but he stops mid way because he gets so ridiculously scared. Of what? Even he doesn’t know.
Maybe of the future? No, that can’t be it. His dreams? Because his dreams are so big, that he couldn’t see its top, its end.
He stops, legs reaching their limit. He finds himself in the outskirts of the city. Lost, probably, but that’s really weird. He could hear the ocean.
Where is he?
He turns back, expecting the city lights to greet him, but only the waves and the sand open their arms to him. Taemin’s eyes widen, but his feet are at it again, and the breeze pushes him towards it. The moon is full, and the ocean is calm. Something feels familiar, and when he turns around, there he is.
In all of his princely attire, glimmering gently in the night. Taemin feels like crying, and laughing, and getting angry all at the same time. But the tears come first, before he could even decide what to feel. He cries and sobs hard, hands making their way to his face.
The Prince of the Stars reach out to him.
“Minho. My name is Minho,” is what the Prince tells him.
And Taemin looks at him, and he wonders. “W-What?” Minho smiles softly. His arms are already around Taemin at this time. “Didn’t I promise you? When I return, I will tell you my name. And therefore you are my keeper, as I am to you.” Taemin’s tear-stained face crinkles into a smile. And their foreheads touch, and they dance like the time they met each other. Just like this.
Just like this.
Taemin wakes up, paperwork under his arms. He fell asleep while working in his apartment. He breathes slowly, and holds his head. A dream.
It was a dream.
He looks outside, and the sun’s already rising. He sighs -a dream. It was just a stupid, childish dream. His eyes sting and they’re watery.
He hears three knocks on his door.
Taemin turns around, wipes his face first then opens the door.
“What is it----“
His eyes are wide, and he’s speechless.
All of his words melting to the ground he’s standing on. This ‘stranger’ then smiles at him with that smile that makes him feel tingly and a little crazy.
“Hi, I’m Minho. I’m the new tenant, and you’re new neighbor from across. Nice to meet you.”
10. rice
“Key! Minho ate all the rice!” Taemin screams one night, in the dorm.
Key sighs. “Alright, alright let me cook another batch for your asses,” he replies to Taemin. Which the youngest answers with that cute thing he does so Key wouldn’t be so mad. The young man rolls his eyes at this, but he ruffles Taemin’s head and tells him it’s fine (since none of them could cook rice without a) burning the dorm or b) actually getting it cooked.)
Minho munches on, as Taemin waits patiently for more rice.
Minho stares at Taemin.
Taemin stares back.
The younger one reaches out to his hyung.
Minho wonders at this, and he’s about to pull back, when he feels a finger around the corner of his mouth. Taemin laughs at him.
“You dummy, eat more slowly. You’re all over the place.”
(Minho thinks, that’s probably where it started.)
A/N: Lol I'm alive. Hi guys, I'll have another fic coming up in a few days!
time, cherryblossoms, story, rain, sword, iris, bamboo, moon, shooting star, wind chimes
contains angst, fluff, stars and the ocean.
1. time
Time is something everyone shares equally. Everyone has every second, every minute that they could. Although, it stops at different times, everyone has it.
And right now, that’s all Taemin wishes from Minho.
Just, some time.
Some time to think.
Some time to reflect, if this is what he wants -not just them.
But what he wants. Is this something he won’t regret, or something he’s willing to take, with open arms.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said, once. Because as each day passes, Minho feels like he’s standing on a rope. It’ll either be his last, or greatest performance. And Taemin’s sorry, because he feels like he’s suffocating Minho with every beat, every second that passes between their fingertips.
‘I need more time.’
2. cherry blossoms
Five centimeters per second.
That was how fast it took, for each petal of a cherry blossom tree to fall.
For some reason, Taemin and Minho are also slowly drifting apart just as fast. Every beat, every second, they’re slowly fading, drifting into but mere strangers again. From entangled fingers, into individual shaking hands. From tangled legs in the morning, to tapping feet from a heated argument. From eyes that couldn’t look elsewere, to gazes lingering on different people.
Like cherry blossoms, they drift apart.
Five centimeters per second.
3. story
“Minho-ah,” he whispers one night, during their break from activities. Minho shifts to the other side of his bed to face the boy. “Yes, Taemin-ah?” He replies, just as soft. Taemin is looking at Minho with blood-shot eyes -the cold insomnia rumbling, sitting in his guts. “Tell me a story,” he says. The other young man is quiet for a moment, then he sits up.
Taemin makes space, in the little that is left of his bed. The older of the two then makes his way beside the boy. He closes his eyes, and breathes in deeply the scent of Taemin.
“Once, there was a boy who couldn’t sleep.”
Taemin’s eyes grow wide, and he gently slaps Minho’s chest.
“He woke up his hyung, at 2am in the morning to make him tell a story, because he couldn’t sleep.”
Taemin sits up, hands on the older one’s shoulders.
“And that hyung loves him very dearly.”
4. rain
When they parted, Taemin only wished one thing. To not feel the rain on his face, to let it stay dry and drought. He’d rather not feel anything, than to feel… feel this. This thing that he couldn’t even explain in the right words.
Because he was stupid. So stupid.
He let him go, and get out of his life so easily, just like that.
Two steps to the door and a turn. That was it.
Minho loved him so much, and he… he just.
His face turns sour, and scrunches up as the first raindrop falls. The rain hurts, the rain is salty and it just really hurts. He doesn’t understand why it’s like this, and where did he pull out these feelings. Did he really care this much? He doesn’t remember ever having anything emotional about that person.
That Minho.
Where did the rain come from? Isn’t his roof sealed enough with masks and plastic things?
5. sword
The sword is like an extension on an arm. It is a lethal weapon -made for killing really. Or protecting, depending on the situation.
But in both senses, a sword could hurt someone.
And Taemin is like a samurai, who’s a true expert in dealing with blades like swords. And he stabs through Minho’s heart with words of rejection, looks of refusal and actions of denial. Minho gives him a rose, and he slashes them so accurately with his sword -Taemin’s sword of fear.
Fear of who? Minho wonders.
Fear of what? Minho asks to himself.
But through this, through all this pain and hurt and dying every time, he gives another rose.
And another.
And another.
Each day, he never fails to do so.
Each time, the rose is slashed into half, into tiny bits and then stomped cruelly to the ground. But Minho’s okay, Minho’s fine with this.
Maybe.
6. iris
‘You’re the closest to heaven, that I’ll ever be and--’
Minho stops midway, when he catches Taemin staring at him. The younger of the two blinks at his hyung and he smiles. “What? Well? Continue playing, dummy,” he says, and walks, taking a seat next to the older one. Minho shyly strums the guitar, and continues to play, singing softly the song -his accent making it sound slurry, but it’s still a song.
And Taemin likes it.
‘And I don’t want to go home right now.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
‘Cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight
And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am’
Taemin claps silently, in the still room. Minho looks at him and he smiles back.
7. bamboo
“The bamboo is not a grass,” Taemin says, arguing playfully with Minho one night.
They’re on the rooftop of the current hotel they’re staying in.
“Uhh, yes it is. The giant ones are the biggest in the grass family,” Minho says, with that know-it-all voice, Taemin knows too well.
The younger of the two rolls his eyes.
“But it’s like a tree! Like, a tiny, thin tree. How can it be grass?”
“Well it just is.”
“Wow, you sure convinced me there.” Minho playfully pushes Taemin aside.
They look up to the night sky, as the chilly wind passes through them.
“And if I told you I love you, and it just is, do I still need to convince you?”
Taemin stares at Minho a for a moment, then he chuckles lightly. He puts his head on the man’s shoulder and closes his eyes.
“Maybe.”
Minho sighs.
And he kisses Taemin, dipping his head, turning to catch those lips he adores so much.
“Does that count?”
“I might need some more convincing to do.”
8. moon
In the darkness, underneath the light of Mother Moon, the prince of the stars dances with a mortal, beside the ocean. They dance quietly, as the music of their hearts play for their feet. It was beautiful, and no eye had caught it. The magic that was spinning around them twinkled with the stars above them.
They stopped when one of them fumbled to the sand -they laughed, as the mortal is on top of the prince.
“Will you return?” The prince shrugs. “… Will you tell me your name?”
The prince is speechless for a moment, then explains.
“The one who knows my name, would be my keeper. And right now, I’m not even sure if I’ll return. If I ever do, I promise you, I’ll tell you my name.”
The mortal frowns.
“And if you find someone first, to be your keeper?”
The prince touches the boy’s cheek and smiles. His smile glimmers with the night. He is definitely the Prince of the Stars -the boy believes.
“If it is meant to be, we will be.”
( ‘Then don’t forget my name. It is Taemin.’ )
9. shooting star
( based from moon )
One night, Taemin sees a shooting star. He’s older now, very much older than the last time he danced with a beautiful stranger with bare feet in the sand. Instead of counting stars and the waves he catches, he’s counting the money in his pocket if it’ll be enough for the next month. There’s a dusty old piano in his apartment, and paperwork everywhere.
He’s no where near a beach.
And the city lights blind the people in it from the galaxy’s little darlings of light.
But Taemin was sure. He was so sure.
He saw a shooting star.
He runs, still in slacks, a collared shirt, having a cardigan on top and house slippers. He runs out of his apartment, closing the door with a bang. His hair is all over his face as the wind hits him. He suddenly felt like wings just grew out his feet, because he’s running so fast the city is a blur. And for some reason, that’s more beautiful than how he normally sees it. It’s blurry, and the lights overlap and mix together -turning into somewhat a painting of something beautiful yet dangerous at the same time.
Taemin feels like he’s lost, but he also feels like his gut is pulling him to a route he’s never see. Or maybe, it was already there all this time, and maybe he’s even walked along it for awhile -but he stops mid way because he gets so ridiculously scared. Of what? Even he doesn’t know.
Maybe of the future? No, that can’t be it. His dreams? Because his dreams are so big, that he couldn’t see its top, its end.
He stops, legs reaching their limit. He finds himself in the outskirts of the city. Lost, probably, but that’s really weird. He could hear the ocean.
Where is he?
He turns back, expecting the city lights to greet him, but only the waves and the sand open their arms to him. Taemin’s eyes widen, but his feet are at it again, and the breeze pushes him towards it. The moon is full, and the ocean is calm. Something feels familiar, and when he turns around, there he is.
In all of his princely attire, glimmering gently in the night. Taemin feels like crying, and laughing, and getting angry all at the same time. But the tears come first, before he could even decide what to feel. He cries and sobs hard, hands making their way to his face.
The Prince of the Stars reach out to him.
“Minho. My name is Minho,” is what the Prince tells him.
And Taemin looks at him, and he wonders. “W-What?” Minho smiles softly. His arms are already around Taemin at this time. “Didn’t I promise you? When I return, I will tell you my name. And therefore you are my keeper, as I am to you.” Taemin’s tear-stained face crinkles into a smile. And their foreheads touch, and they dance like the time they met each other. Just like this.
Just like this.
Taemin wakes up, paperwork under his arms. He fell asleep while working in his apartment. He breathes slowly, and holds his head. A dream.
It was a dream.
He looks outside, and the sun’s already rising. He sighs -a dream. It was just a stupid, childish dream. His eyes sting and they’re watery.
He hears three knocks on his door.
Taemin turns around, wipes his face first then opens the door.
“What is it----“
His eyes are wide, and he’s speechless.
All of his words melting to the ground he’s standing on. This ‘stranger’ then smiles at him with that smile that makes him feel tingly and a little crazy.
“Hi, I’m Minho. I’m the new tenant, and you’re new neighbor from across. Nice to meet you.”
10. rice
“Key! Minho ate all the rice!” Taemin screams one night, in the dorm.
Key sighs. “Alright, alright let me cook another batch for your asses,” he replies to Taemin. Which the youngest answers with that cute thing he does so Key wouldn’t be so mad. The young man rolls his eyes at this, but he ruffles Taemin’s head and tells him it’s fine (since none of them could cook rice without a) burning the dorm or b) actually getting it cooked.)
Minho munches on, as Taemin waits patiently for more rice.
Minho stares at Taemin.
Taemin stares back.
The younger one reaches out to his hyung.
Minho wonders at this, and he’s about to pull back, when he feels a finger around the corner of his mouth. Taemin laughs at him.
“You dummy, eat more slowly. You’re all over the place.”
(Minho thinks, that’s probably where it started.)
A/N: Lol I'm alive. Hi guys, I'll have another fic coming up in a few days!