[shinee] You are my disease.
Minho was at his limit. With his long legs he moved in quick, wide strides, fury and frustration clear in his eyes, towards the door of their room. Stopping seconds before opening the door, he clenched his fists tight, slowed his breathing, trying to remember that although he had to be firm, he also didn’t intend to lose his temper in front of Taemin.
Eyes closed, he drew out a breath and at the same time he opened his eyes he twisted the doorknob open, letting the door hit the adjacent wall as it swung open. Taemin jumped in a sitting position, eyes wide as saucers as Minho held the door in his one hand to keep it from hitting him when it bounced off the concrete.
Upon realizing that it was just Minho and ignoring his flaming-charisma glare, Taemin’s eyes crinkled, mouth turned to a frown. “What? I’m sleeping, hyung. Please leave.” He groaned, voice still groggy from sleep. Taemin flopped back on his bed, demanding sleep to come over him again so that his heart would stop leaping in his throat at the very presence of Minho.
Minho’s demeanor faltered, but just for a brief second, taken aback by the maknae’s nonchalance. He had pulled an all-nighter, trying to find the perfect words for this perfect opportunity, when all of their hyungs were going through their schedules and theirs didn’t start for a few more hours.
“Why are you mad at me?” Minho’s voice was calm but firm.
“What. I’m not. Getoutnowplease.” Taemin’s voice was muffled beneath the fabric of the blanket over his face.
“Enough with the games, Taemin. You’re mad. I know you are!” Tone a little bit higher, Minho’s tall frame walking over to the foot of Taemin and Jonghyun’s shared bunk bed.
“Hyung.” Taemin whined, as he finally sat up again, face a bit puffy, hair in disarray, eyes crescent-shaped, blinking furiously as Minho. “What have I said to make you think that way?”
“That’s the thing, Taemin-ah. You haven’t said anything. Since last week when we filmed Idol Army with 2 pm hyundeuls!”
Taemin shrugged as if there was nothing peculiar about his actions. He shrugged of Minho’s statement, confirming it but at the same time saying that there wasn’t anything wrong with that. He went on pretending that he didn’t care that Minho acted the way that he did. That he didn’t care about Minho at all. It was easier when he didn’t speak or see Minho. Needless to say being caught off guard right now was not helping his plan.
“Just be straight with me, Taemin-ah.”
Taemin couldn’t keep his snort to himself at the word straight. But he erased the fragments of his smirk when Minho’s glare came on full force. Extra flaming charisma. If that were even possible.
“Are you jealous?” Minho’s palms planted on his slim hips, one eyebrow higher than the other.
Taemin sputters then gapes at Minho then laughs a few moments later while saying “Jealous? Me? Jealous?” repeatedly, like a broken record. On acid.
“Taemin!” Minho practically roared, wiping the smile off Taemin’s lips completely, his expression dissolving into blankness with a hint of fear.
Minho was going to force it out of him, Taemin knew this. He was so sure of it and it frightened him because he never intended to let Minho know. Because, really? What happens after Minho finds out? It’s not like Minho was going to grab Taemin in his arms and hold him so tight that he feels as if his body is becoming one with Minho’s. It wasn’t as if Minho would kiss all of his embarrassment away, making him blush all the way to his ears. No. That was not-was never going to happen. It just wasn’t. Taemin was firm on that. But a microscopic dot of hope was laying, beating next to his heart.
Taemin wanted to crush that little bit of hope and whatever else made him cling to the idea that Minho would ever think of him differently. He couldn’t. But Maybe Minho could. Yes, maybe. Just maybe…
“Do you…like-?”
“I do!” Taemin felt the room become hotter all of a sudden. His eyes remained wide, as wide as Minho’s as he continued. There was no backing down now. Not now. “No. Actually, hyung. I really, really like you. I like you so much that whenever you just so much as look at me I can feel like my heart is running all over my body, knocking all of my organs. If I ever had a heart attack out of the blue you would be to blame. I like you so much, I see you in my dreams and Jinki-hyung-“
Taemin whips out from under his blanket, revealing his spongebob squarepants pajamas and crawls over to Jinki’s bed located in between the two bunk beds. He kneels on the mattress then leans in to sit on his heels. “Jinki hyung,” Taemin continues, suddenly out of breath. “He catches me speaking your name sometimes and he makes fun of me and I tell him nononoyou’vegotitallwrongIwashavinganightmare!” Taemin flails his hands in the air for emphasis, then allowed them to drop lifelessly on his sides, bouncing on the mattress. “But it wasn’t a nightmare. I mean, it might’ve been. For you. If you were actually there. Coz we..
Coz we…
Were. You know.
Kissing.
And all.”
Minho’s brows shoot to his hairline, arms crossing over his chest.
It goes silent for a little bit. Uncomfortably silent.
Taemin take a sudden interest in the huge spongebob drawing on his thigh and traces it with his finger. Waiting for Minho to say something. Waiting for Minho to speak. Waiting for Minho to leave.
But he doesn’t. He really doesn’t. The mattress weighs down by the foot sending Taemin’s head to look up. Minho was sitting opposite Taemin, inching closer with his legs crossed over and tucked underneath him. Taemin isn’t sure what’s going on. But he doesn’t mind as long as Minho is near.
Minho leans his elbows on the end of his knees and is suddenly very close to Taemin. Taemin freezes on the spot. Then the room gets even hotter.
“Kissing?” Minho whispered, as if there were millions of people around them, as if they were on camera.
Taemin nods a slow ‘yes’, eyes never leaving Minho’s but close just as quickly as Minho dives into Taemin’s lips, pressing in, with the softest of kisses.
Minho’s lips were nothing like dream-Minho, Taemin thinks as their lips coat and glaze against one another. His mind is in a jumble, like wires crisscrossing and electricity sparking. He feels Minho’s fingers tracing his jaw from his chin to the back of his ear and he smiles into the kiss. Minho places his hand on the bell of Taemin’s ear and parts their lips ever so slightly. It takes all of Taemin’s energy to not follow after Minho’s lips when the leave.
Taemin’s eyes flutter open just as Minho’s does and they stare into each other. Suddenly Taemin’s throat is so tight he can’t breathe. Now Minho caused him asthma, as well.
“Like that?” Minho was so close that Taemin feels Minho’s breath on his lips and he shudders inside.
“Yeah.” Taemin answers, still mindlessly replaying the feel of the kiss in his head. “something like that.”
Minho ‘s lips thin when the corners of his mouth pull into a smile. Minho looks down, taking both of Taemin’s hands in his. “Thank you. For liking me.” Minho licks his lips before he continues and all Taemin wants to do is glue Minho’s lips to his. “But I was actually gonna ask if you liked Nickhun hyung.”
Taemin can’t help but smile bright at Minho’s statement, then shaking his head a bit. “I mean, don’t get me wrong.” Taemin tries to explain himself for what he thought might’ve been too negative of a comment. “Nickhun hyung is nice and all but-hey, wait a minute.”
Minho directs his attention at the sudden frown on Taemin’s face.
“Just to be clear. Coz you never really said it. You like me too right?”
Minho laughs so hard he almost falls off the bed. Taemin stays in his place, watching Minho, looking hurt and before Taemin could hide behind the covers with his humiliation, Minho crawls after him, pulls him closer and wipes his smile off with Taemin’s lips.
Taemin could’ve sworn that a part of him just died then.