[fic] seven minutes in heaven
Title: seven minutes in heaven
Length: 528 words
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: minho/taemin
A/N: my first attempt at writing anything ever. be gentle? XD
cliche plot is cliche, i know..>__<
**
Taemin really couldn’t remember how he ended up in this situation. Something about truth-or-dare, and his hyungs being sneaky, and Kibum and Jonghyun chanting “seven minutes in heaven~”, then suddenly he was in a cramped closet, sprawled out on top of a groaning Minho who was rubbing his head where it had smacked against the wall when they were thrown in together. He sighed in defeat as he laid his head against Minho’s chest, silently wishing he could live with someone normal. He loved his band mates, he really did, but they were totally insane.
“Um,” Minho eloquently suggested when Taemin didn’t lift his head, “well?”
Taemin looked up and blinked a few times before clearing his throat. “Actually, hyung, I…I‘ve never really done this before,” his voice trailed off.
“You…haven‘t.” He stated, rather than asked. “Of course you haven‘t.” And Taemin looked a little bit hurt and a lot nervous, and it was too adorable for Minho to handle in his current position, so he looked up at the ceiling when Taemin spoke next.
“No, like, I know what you’re supposed to do. I‘ve just…never done it…before…”
“I can show you?”
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing?”
“I think you’re supposed to know what you’re doing, Taem.” Minho sighed.
“Oh,” he blushed.
Minho decided maybe he should do something while he had any confidence left at all, so without warning he leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against Taemin’s. After a few seconds with no response, he pulled away. Taemin was sitting there, stiff. He looked surprised and a little…disappointed?
“T-that’s it?”
Minho’s deep chuckle vibrated out of his throat as he shook his head. His hand found its way into Taemin’s hair and he pushed their lips together again, and this time Taemin tilted his head to the side just a little bit, leaning into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Minho‘s neck, and gasped when Minho brushed his tongue against his lip, parting his mouth just right and oh my god, no wonder people do this all the time.
Taemin broke the kiss when he felt Minho’s hands undo the bottom buttons of his shirt. “Um, hyung..” he started, until Minho’s fingers lightly brushed against his stomach, and suddenly his train of thought was just gone, probably forever.
Taemin couldn’t tell Minho to stop undressing him even if he wanted to. He was way too distracted by the feeling of his hyung sucking on his neck and mumbling against his skin. Right as Taemin’s pants were being unbuttoned, the closet door flew open and Taemin shrieked, causing Jonghyun to double over in a fit of laughter and Kibum to scream right back at the sight of the two youngest, ignoring the fact that he had helped shove them in there in the first place. Taemin immediately started complaining about how his seven minutes were hardly over, and they should go mind their own business, God.
Jinki could hear the shouting from his spot on the couch and initially thought he should go see what was up, but quickly decided against it and turned up the TV’s volume instead. He knew better.
Length: 528 words
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: minho/taemin
A/N: my first attempt at writing anything ever. be gentle? XD
cliche plot is cliche, i know..>__<
**
Taemin really couldn’t remember how he ended up in this situation. Something about truth-or-dare, and his hyungs being sneaky, and Kibum and Jonghyun chanting “seven minutes in heaven~”, then suddenly he was in a cramped closet, sprawled out on top of a groaning Minho who was rubbing his head where it had smacked against the wall when they were thrown in together. He sighed in defeat as he laid his head against Minho’s chest, silently wishing he could live with someone normal. He loved his band mates, he really did, but they were totally insane.
“Um,” Minho eloquently suggested when Taemin didn’t lift his head, “well?”
Taemin looked up and blinked a few times before clearing his throat. “Actually, hyung, I…I‘ve never really done this before,” his voice trailed off.
“You…haven‘t.” He stated, rather than asked. “Of course you haven‘t.” And Taemin looked a little bit hurt and a lot nervous, and it was too adorable for Minho to handle in his current position, so he looked up at the ceiling when Taemin spoke next.
“No, like, I know what you’re supposed to do. I‘ve just…never done it…before…”
“I can show you?”
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing?”
“I think you’re supposed to know what you’re doing, Taem.” Minho sighed.
“Oh,” he blushed.
Minho decided maybe he should do something while he had any confidence left at all, so without warning he leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against Taemin’s. After a few seconds with no response, he pulled away. Taemin was sitting there, stiff. He looked surprised and a little…disappointed?
“T-that’s it?”
Minho’s deep chuckle vibrated out of his throat as he shook his head. His hand found its way into Taemin’s hair and he pushed their lips together again, and this time Taemin tilted his head to the side just a little bit, leaning into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Minho‘s neck, and gasped when Minho brushed his tongue against his lip, parting his mouth just right and oh my god, no wonder people do this all the time.
Taemin broke the kiss when he felt Minho’s hands undo the bottom buttons of his shirt. “Um, hyung..” he started, until Minho’s fingers lightly brushed against his stomach, and suddenly his train of thought was just gone, probably forever.
Taemin couldn’t tell Minho to stop undressing him even if he wanted to. He was way too distracted by the feeling of his hyung sucking on his neck and mumbling against his skin. Right as Taemin’s pants were being unbuttoned, the closet door flew open and Taemin shrieked, causing Jonghyun to double over in a fit of laughter and Kibum to scream right back at the sight of the two youngest, ignoring the fact that he had helped shove them in there in the first place. Taemin immediately started complaining about how his seven minutes were hardly over, and they should go mind their own business, God.
Jinki could hear the shouting from his spot on the couch and initially thought he should go see what was up, but quickly decided against it and turned up the TV’s volume instead. He knew better.