on to alaska;
Title: on to alaska;
Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, home slices.
Taemin’s finger’s slid almost too perfectly between Minho's as he reached out to steady himself. The taller of the two laughed, and squeezed Taemin’s hand gently, ice skates skidding to a graceful stop, but causing the younger to stumble into Minho. “Taemin, you’re putting too much intensity into it; it’s just like dancing.” And Minho pulled back then, small smile playing on his lips as he let go of a still wobbly Taemin.
The auburn haired boy glared slightly, and pouted at Minho. “Hyung, d-don’t just let go like that!” his knees buckled, but Taemin managed to skate-more like slip, trip, and almost get very personal with a few passers by- towards Minho. The wind picked up slightly, ruffling the boys bangs, as he concentrated. “You want some help?” Minho teased, gliding beside Taemin, doing a fancy little twirl which, in all honesty, Taemin didn’t really appreciate. “Minho, I’m going to beat you in your sleep.”
But after a few moments (and a few failed attempts at pushing Minho down, which resulted in Taemin falling flat on his ass), the younger seemed to get the hang of how the whole, skating and how inertia and gravity worked hand in hand-or some shit like that. Taemin’s wide smile caught Minho’s breath and ran off somewhere with it; lit up the late December afternoon up like the fourth of July, and he couldn’t help but reach out and pull Taemin into him.
“Hyung?” the boy’s questioning voice muffled by Minho’s thick wool sweater. “You looked cold,” Minho replied softly, loosening his hold, long fingers brushing Taemin’s rosy cheeks, and curling beneath his chin. Snowflakes decided to have a party down on Earth, and planted little kisses to Minho and Taemin’s cheeks and eyelashes; burrowing in their hair trying to keep warm. “I’m warmer now. Thank you, Minho.” Taemin’s blinding smile from earlier had faded into something less bright, but radiated warmth and love that shook Minho deliciously down to his core.
Taemin’s hand slid behind taller boy’s neck, fingers curling into his hair, and meshed his lips to Minho’s. Minho hugged Taemin tighter tilting his head and sighing against the boys lips; begrudgingly welcoming winter back once again. But he figured that he could forgive the winter for being so bitter and cold if it meant having Taemin there to keep him warm. To show him that even the coldest of hearts could change.
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peer over the edge, can you see me?
rivulets flow from your eyes, paint runs from your mouth like a waterfall;
and your lungs crystallize.
Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, home slices.
Taemin’s finger’s slid almost too perfectly between Minho's as he reached out to steady himself. The taller of the two laughed, and squeezed Taemin’s hand gently, ice skates skidding to a graceful stop, but causing the younger to stumble into Minho. “Taemin, you’re putting too much intensity into it; it’s just like dancing.” And Minho pulled back then, small smile playing on his lips as he let go of a still wobbly Taemin.
The auburn haired boy glared slightly, and pouted at Minho. “Hyung, d-don’t just let go like that!” his knees buckled, but Taemin managed to skate-more like slip, trip, and almost get very personal with a few passers by- towards Minho. The wind picked up slightly, ruffling the boys bangs, as he concentrated. “You want some help?” Minho teased, gliding beside Taemin, doing a fancy little twirl which, in all honesty, Taemin didn’t really appreciate. “Minho, I’m going to beat you in your sleep.”
But after a few moments (and a few failed attempts at pushing Minho down, which resulted in Taemin falling flat on his ass), the younger seemed to get the hang of how the whole, skating and how inertia and gravity worked hand in hand-or some shit like that. Taemin’s wide smile caught Minho’s breath and ran off somewhere with it; lit up the late December afternoon up like the fourth of July, and he couldn’t help but reach out and pull Taemin into him.
“Hyung?” the boy’s questioning voice muffled by Minho’s thick wool sweater. “You looked cold,” Minho replied softly, loosening his hold, long fingers brushing Taemin’s rosy cheeks, and curling beneath his chin. Snowflakes decided to have a party down on Earth, and planted little kisses to Minho and Taemin’s cheeks and eyelashes; burrowing in their hair trying to keep warm. “I’m warmer now. Thank you, Minho.” Taemin’s blinding smile from earlier had faded into something less bright, but radiated warmth and love that shook Minho deliciously down to his core.
Taemin’s hand slid behind taller boy’s neck, fingers curling into his hair, and meshed his lips to Minho’s. Minho hugged Taemin tighter tilting his head and sighing against the boys lips; begrudgingly welcoming winter back once again. But he figured that he could forgive the winter for being so bitter and cold if it meant having Taemin there to keep him warm. To show him that even the coldest of hearts could change.
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peer over the edge, can you see me?
rivulets flow from your eyes, paint runs from your mouth like a waterfall;
and your lungs crystallize.