What the Linen Curtains Knew ; 2MIN [ONESHOT]
Title: What the Linen Curtains Knew
Author: twenty3eleven
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst + Tiny bit of fluff
Pairings: 2min
Word count: 1,403
Summary: It was excruciating to see him like this; to see his loved one break down and all Taemin could do was to just watch. He was helpless.
A/N: Lame summary eeeeeekkk. Written for Elize, because it’s her birthday! I’m like, 4 days late omg, sorry dear D: And no, it’s not smut, even though it’s a birthday fic. Heh :3
The heart of Seoul, Taemin was supposed to be having the time of his life. It was the place where vibrancy and colours implode, bringing the city alive at night. Even though his home was tucked away at the little corner from where the peak of euphoria was, he still felt relieved, secured. He did not need to experience it again; a few times was enough.
Faint streaks of moonlight streamed through the thin layers of the tall curtains, somewhat appeared ghostly when viewed from afar. Midnight; the area he lived in was desaturated in just soft yellows, blacks and whites. A slight touch of a finger slid down the linen curtains; creasing it as the same finger ran down the length vertically in slow motions.
Taemin just wished for his fingers to trail away the emotions - every single ounce of it. Because he was tired, he was exhausted over everything.
Clutching a part of the curtain in his hand, a tear slipped carelessly from his eye; he had been keeping it to himself for too long. No one knew about how he felt, which only his curtains knew.
He dragged his feet back to the armchair, his stick thin figure slumping back heavily against the cushioned leather while at the same time, reaching over to the coffee table for the tabloid. He picked up his half-filled wine glass, bringing up to his lips and sipped a little of the deep red liquid, staining his lips with the leftover. The wine, it brought comfort to his reeling thoughts - they plagued his mind ever since moment Minho left the house before dawn.
His eyes scanned through the front page, large bold headlines caught his attention. There, he saw it, printed at the bottom of the cover.
SHINee’s Flaming Charisma untamed in nightclub
Eyes still focused on the short, yet deep throat cutting article, he downed his drink once again. This time it was a longer sip, eye twitching as the coarse liquid burnt at the back of his throat.
He knew he drank too much. He had been drinking from the same bottle for a few hours now; his once heavy-filled head was starting to feel a little lightheaded.
Why was he acting like this? He thought to himself. Didn’t he care any about SHINee’s pride? How about his pride?
He remembered some other articles published a few days ago, both in the Internet and the daily tabloids. How they slammed Minho’s behaviour, and how the reporters were always tailing him 24/7 in the public… Taemin didn’t know what to do.
So there he was, lost in his deep thoughts when a click of the door pulled him back to reality. A curve formed on the soft contours of his lips. He’s home.
Swirling the liquid in his glass, he fixated his eyes on the doorway, waiting for that familiar figure to come through the bedroom door or walk past it. He remained calm and collected, as usual. He used to jump out of bed or the couch and immediately ran to the door to welcome his boyfriend home. However, unfortunate events did happened and Taemin didn’t see the need to anymore.
That rough yet still familiar silhouette passed by the door (but he didn’t enter) and Taemin could roughly make out Minho’s features - his lush brown locks framing his chiselled face and full plump lips. Taemin waited, before he heard a heavy exhausted sigh coming from the living room area outside.
Placing the wine glass on the coffee table, he stood up and crept quietly towards the door, observing Minho from the doorframe.
Minho was in a hunched position, his face hidden in the palms of his hands, feeling disappointed and frustrated. It was in the dead of the night - 1 am in bold red numbers as stated on the digital clock. The house was too quiet, except for the low neglectable rumble of the air conditioning system.
Taemin stood by the doorframe, as he noticed Minho’s body shook; trembling at the corner of the room. He swore he heard sobs, uncontrollable muffled sobs that escaped from Minho’s mouth and Taemin himself could hear his heart slowly dropping to the floor.
It was excruciating to see him like this; to see his loved one break down and all Taemin could do was to just watch. He was helpless.
For one, he wanted to run over to him and envelop the taller male in a giant hug, because he needed one. Minho looked like he needed one, no matter how manly or big his ego was. Teddy bears deserved to be loved too, but he was scared.
Scared that Minho would push him away and threw himself in a fit of anger, like how he did many times before. That thought alone caused his heart to squeeze uncomfortably. Taemin was tired of having to live with someone who ignored him, and was not home most of the time. It had been awhile since they last had any quality time together; Minho’s schedules won’t allow it.
Minho was being pushed to his limits; variety shows, interviews and more variety shows. He was exhausted over how packed his schedules were, thus the rebellious side of him was exposed. Taemin knew too well that this would happen, and now that it had already happened, there was nothing he could do. Interventions proved futile.
What Taemin did not realise was that he himself was tearing up. The more he thought about it, the more his insides wrenched in pain.
Minho raised his head; his face and hair were now stained with tears. Eyes red and swollen, he wiped his tear stained cheeks with the back of his hands, holding back a sob. He stood up to walk over to the tall glass windows of the living room, facing the harsh world outside. Taemin watched as he folded his arms across his chest, standing proud with all the moonlight streaming through the windows and grazing his skin and clothes.
Taemin just knew that he had to go over to him. He hated to see Minho putting up this false front even in the comfort of their shared home, even though he must have done that too many times in the public’s eye.
Mustering up all the courage he had, he made his way towards the taller male quietly, making sure to not make any sound. The nearer he was to Minho, the faster his heart raced. It was up to Fate now.
He stood next to him at the window, observing the other from the side. His eyes were distant; dark chocolate swirled with pain and worry, and Taemin felt sympathetic towards them. How can you ever feel sorry for beautiful eyes like his?
It’s too late to turn back now. He wrapped his thin arms around the older male’s waist, feeling the other tensed against his hold, but quickly relaxed afterwards. Nestling his head on Minho’s broad shoulder, his red hair tickled the undersides of Minho’s perfectly lined jaw. A strong alchoholic smell invaded his nose immediately, which Taemin easily proved that he visited a bar or nightclub before this.
I miss you, he whispered to break the wrapping silence as they both looked outside. Minho did not respond for a while. He didn’t budge or shove Taemin away. He was ready for the hurtful words that cut him like paper thin ceramic knives, just like many times before.
Taemin felt warm on Minho’s clothed skin, feeling his heartbeat slowed to its normal pace. Oh how he wished he could stay like this forever, no words spoken, hearing each other’s heartbeats beating one after the other.
Lost in the moment, Taemin was caught off guard when an arm slid across his waist, clutching the side with just enough pressure. He felt his body being pulled closer towards Minho, with the latter kissing his forehead affectionately before resting his chin on the younger’s head gently.
I miss you too, Minho whispered back, to which Taemin responded with a tear sliding down his cheek, wetting an area on Minho’s shirt.
And again, all was forgotten at once: a pack of wolves called the reporters, ridiculous tabloid headlines and Taemin’s wallowing in misery, because they had each other. Despite after what they had to go through, the media failed to capture the moments like this - something sincere and true - limited to what the linen curtains knew.
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Okay hi people :D Been busy with life lately (yes surprisingly I have a life :O) and school.
Supposed to update BM[6], but no it's like halfway done and uhh some other stuff lol HAHA k.
It's already past 2am here, so will reply to LJ messages later in the morning! Yes yes Mia (mhn77) I received yours lol.
Lovies! :D ♥
Love, Eleanor
Author: twenty3eleven
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst + Tiny bit of fluff
Pairings: 2min
Word count: 1,403
Summary: It was excruciating to see him like this; to see his loved one break down and all Taemin could do was to just watch. He was helpless.
A/N: Lame summary eeeeeekkk. Written for Elize, because it’s her birthday! I’m like, 4 days late omg, sorry dear D: And no, it’s not smut, even though it’s a birthday fic. Heh :3
The heart of Seoul, Taemin was supposed to be having the time of his life. It was the place where vibrancy and colours implode, bringing the city alive at night. Even though his home was tucked away at the little corner from where the peak of euphoria was, he still felt relieved, secured. He did not need to experience it again; a few times was enough.
Faint streaks of moonlight streamed through the thin layers of the tall curtains, somewhat appeared ghostly when viewed from afar. Midnight; the area he lived in was desaturated in just soft yellows, blacks and whites. A slight touch of a finger slid down the linen curtains; creasing it as the same finger ran down the length vertically in slow motions.
Taemin just wished for his fingers to trail away the emotions - every single ounce of it. Because he was tired, he was exhausted over everything.
Clutching a part of the curtain in his hand, a tear slipped carelessly from his eye; he had been keeping it to himself for too long. No one knew about how he felt, which only his curtains knew.
He dragged his feet back to the armchair, his stick thin figure slumping back heavily against the cushioned leather while at the same time, reaching over to the coffee table for the tabloid. He picked up his half-filled wine glass, bringing up to his lips and sipped a little of the deep red liquid, staining his lips with the leftover. The wine, it brought comfort to his reeling thoughts - they plagued his mind ever since moment Minho left the house before dawn.
His eyes scanned through the front page, large bold headlines caught his attention. There, he saw it, printed at the bottom of the cover.
SHINee’s Flaming Charisma untamed in nightclub
Eyes still focused on the short, yet deep throat cutting article, he downed his drink once again. This time it was a longer sip, eye twitching as the coarse liquid burnt at the back of his throat.
He knew he drank too much. He had been drinking from the same bottle for a few hours now; his once heavy-filled head was starting to feel a little lightheaded.
Why was he acting like this? He thought to himself. Didn’t he care any about SHINee’s pride? How about his pride?
He remembered some other articles published a few days ago, both in the Internet and the daily tabloids. How they slammed Minho’s behaviour, and how the reporters were always tailing him 24/7 in the public… Taemin didn’t know what to do.
So there he was, lost in his deep thoughts when a click of the door pulled him back to reality. A curve formed on the soft contours of his lips. He’s home.
Swirling the liquid in his glass, he fixated his eyes on the doorway, waiting for that familiar figure to come through the bedroom door or walk past it. He remained calm and collected, as usual. He used to jump out of bed or the couch and immediately ran to the door to welcome his boyfriend home. However, unfortunate events did happened and Taemin didn’t see the need to anymore.
That rough yet still familiar silhouette passed by the door (but he didn’t enter) and Taemin could roughly make out Minho’s features - his lush brown locks framing his chiselled face and full plump lips. Taemin waited, before he heard a heavy exhausted sigh coming from the living room area outside.
Placing the wine glass on the coffee table, he stood up and crept quietly towards the door, observing Minho from the doorframe.
Minho was in a hunched position, his face hidden in the palms of his hands, feeling disappointed and frustrated. It was in the dead of the night - 1 am in bold red numbers as stated on the digital clock. The house was too quiet, except for the low neglectable rumble of the air conditioning system.
Taemin stood by the doorframe, as he noticed Minho’s body shook; trembling at the corner of the room. He swore he heard sobs, uncontrollable muffled sobs that escaped from Minho’s mouth and Taemin himself could hear his heart slowly dropping to the floor.
It was excruciating to see him like this; to see his loved one break down and all Taemin could do was to just watch. He was helpless.
For one, he wanted to run over to him and envelop the taller male in a giant hug, because he needed one. Minho looked like he needed one, no matter how manly or big his ego was. Teddy bears deserved to be loved too, but he was scared.
Scared that Minho would push him away and threw himself in a fit of anger, like how he did many times before. That thought alone caused his heart to squeeze uncomfortably. Taemin was tired of having to live with someone who ignored him, and was not home most of the time. It had been awhile since they last had any quality time together; Minho’s schedules won’t allow it.
Minho was being pushed to his limits; variety shows, interviews and more variety shows. He was exhausted over how packed his schedules were, thus the rebellious side of him was exposed. Taemin knew too well that this would happen, and now that it had already happened, there was nothing he could do. Interventions proved futile.
What Taemin did not realise was that he himself was tearing up. The more he thought about it, the more his insides wrenched in pain.
Minho raised his head; his face and hair were now stained with tears. Eyes red and swollen, he wiped his tear stained cheeks with the back of his hands, holding back a sob. He stood up to walk over to the tall glass windows of the living room, facing the harsh world outside. Taemin watched as he folded his arms across his chest, standing proud with all the moonlight streaming through the windows and grazing his skin and clothes.
Taemin just knew that he had to go over to him. He hated to see Minho putting up this false front even in the comfort of their shared home, even though he must have done that too many times in the public’s eye.
Mustering up all the courage he had, he made his way towards the taller male quietly, making sure to not make any sound. The nearer he was to Minho, the faster his heart raced. It was up to Fate now.
He stood next to him at the window, observing the other from the side. His eyes were distant; dark chocolate swirled with pain and worry, and Taemin felt sympathetic towards them. How can you ever feel sorry for beautiful eyes like his?
It’s too late to turn back now. He wrapped his thin arms around the older male’s waist, feeling the other tensed against his hold, but quickly relaxed afterwards. Nestling his head on Minho’s broad shoulder, his red hair tickled the undersides of Minho’s perfectly lined jaw. A strong alchoholic smell invaded his nose immediately, which Taemin easily proved that he visited a bar or nightclub before this.
I miss you, he whispered to break the wrapping silence as they both looked outside. Minho did not respond for a while. He didn’t budge or shove Taemin away. He was ready for the hurtful words that cut him like paper thin ceramic knives, just like many times before.
Taemin felt warm on Minho’s clothed skin, feeling his heartbeat slowed to its normal pace. Oh how he wished he could stay like this forever, no words spoken, hearing each other’s heartbeats beating one after the other.
Lost in the moment, Taemin was caught off guard when an arm slid across his waist, clutching the side with just enough pressure. He felt his body being pulled closer towards Minho, with the latter kissing his forehead affectionately before resting his chin on the younger’s head gently.
I miss you too, Minho whispered back, to which Taemin responded with a tear sliding down his cheek, wetting an area on Minho’s shirt.
And again, all was forgotten at once: a pack of wolves called the reporters, ridiculous tabloid headlines and Taemin’s wallowing in misery, because they had each other. Despite after what they had to go through, the media failed to capture the moments like this - something sincere and true - limited to what the linen curtains knew.
-------
Okay hi people :D Been busy with life lately (yes surprisingly I have a life :O) and school.
Supposed to update BM[6], but no it's like halfway done and uhh some other stuff lol HAHA k.
It's already past 2am here, so will reply to LJ messages later in the morning! Yes yes Mia (mhn77) I received yours lol.
Lovies! :D ♥
Love, Eleanor