One-shot: Love sparkles in the snow
Love sparkles in the snow
2Min | PG-13 | 1,406 words
Expressing oneself is hard to do, especially for someone like Minho, but with a some snow and just a tiny push over the edge, it'll send sparks flying.
Ew, cheesy title and summary. T_T Anyways, I'm back with my fluff to compensate for my angsty 2Min, but I'm not sure if it's fluffy enough to give you cavaties. :| Eh, you guys be the judge, do enjoy this fic~ <3
Minho is a person who's shy, quiet, and pretty much introverted.
He's been like this his whole life, just something that was in the genes out of the endless possibilities that could've been chosen for his personality. It didn't bother him. Much.
Sure, he could've gone through life with just a limited amount of friends; could've gone through his life barely uttering more than 20 words a day. It's not that big of a deal. But when you're having a death match with yourself in your brain about expressing your feelings, it's pretty much everything. Expressing one self's feelings - especially for someone like Minho - it's a difficult task, because you think about every single detail that you're going to do. And when you think about every single detail, you suddenly think about the worst outcomes and think oh god this is a horrible idea, I can't do this, shit. There's no room for the being optimistic for Minho, because he's busy trying not to be a nuisance to society.
So when he first meets his new band members that he might spend the rest of his life with, he thinks:
Well, shit.
Minho tells himself to get over it, make friends, put on a smile, and live your life. Yes, that's exactly how it'll work. And yes, it was working out pretty well so far. But suddenly a feeling that he's met way too often has clouded his heart. What more?
It was with the magnae of the band.
He doesn't get why of all times he's attracted to Taemin. Maybe it was the way his body suavely moved, bending in delicious angles. Or maybe it was that soft, pale face in contrast to those nice, pink lips. His frame was small, and well shaped beside the fact that he was maybe a bit too skinny, but he'll live. Minho's mind is screaming: Damnit Minho, stop staring at him, but his heart is screaming: Ooh, I wonder how that body would feel against mine, and he's having this battle with himself all over again.
Minho continues to excuse these feelings that has settled comfortably in him, and soon becomes closer to Taemin than he's usually used to becoming close to someone. He was getting somewhere, at least.
It was the first drop of snow that had finally sparked something.
Minho and the rest of his band members had a day-off to enjoy the beginnings of winter. After a discussion on how to spend the day wisely, Key demands that they go shopping. They all give him weird glances, and Key scoffs as though he was dealing with little 3-year olds. "Christmas sale, hello?" Key rolls his eyes like he was stating that the sky was blue, and the grass was green, and proceeded to drag Jonghyun out the door without even consulting him if he wanted to go. Onew, who had this leader gut feeling of some kind, decided that Key and Jonghyun were going to run away like the bastards they were, and chases after them. The front door closes with a click, officially leaving Minho and Taemin alone.
Minho thinks oh god oh god I can't believe I have to be alone with him, and oh my god this silence is killing me, what the hell do I do and is absolutely frozen with concentration. He thinks his heart skipped a beat as Taemin looked at him with a playful smile on his face.
"Hyung, look. It's snowing!" Taemin says with a bell-like sound to it, and has Minho completely mesmerized. After a second of registering that Taemin was moving to the window to get a better look, Minho stands up and walks up behind Taemin. Somewhere deep, deep, deep inside of him found the courage to rest his hands on his shoulder, and slightly press himself into his back. Minho doesn't know what he's doing anymore, but his heart is telling him Screw this, enjoy the moment you idiot. They stay there for a bit, watching the flakes softly crashing into the ground, soon covering the ground with a blanket of snow. Taemin turns around to face Minho, hair brushing his neck, faces way too close for comfort. Minho feels his face burning up and thinks he feels completely retarded right now.
"Let's go outside, Minho-hyung, it's so stuffy in here." Taemin does this thing with his eyes that he usually does to beg for something from Key, and Minho feels like a complete mess. To prevent from embarrassing himself to no end, he simply nods and points awkwardly to the door, walking backwards to go grab a jacket. Taemin also goes to grab a jacket, and soon they find themselves outside, snow falling onto their bodies.
They walk for a bit, Taemin saying something about missing his parents, and the fact that's he's excited for Christmas, and lists things that he would love to get from his fans. Minho blankly thinks about getting Taemin something, but quickly dismisses it, thinking about the worst possibilities of doing such a thing. A park comes into view, and Taemin spots it like he had a built-in radar, and sprints into the park. Minho, being the caring hyung, chases after Taemin to make sure he doesn't hurt himself.
Taemin comes to a halt at the base of a large tree already covered in snow. He spins around to face Minho and has this expression that screams something at Minho. Minho can't help but to grin like the fool-in-love he was, and ruffle the younger male's hair. The said-male giggles softly, and fixes his hair a bit.
"Hyung, did you know I got you something for Christmas?" Taemin says randomly, and Minho feels something inside him bubble and tries to keep his cool.
"Oh? What'd you get me?"
"Mmm, I'm not telling till you tell me what you're going to get me for Christmas!" Taemin backfired with a teasing tone. Minho froze, and pretty much, his brain went dead. And that's where the mistake comes in.
He towers over Taemin, backing him up into the large tree. Taemin looks so weak, defenseless, and shit Minho doesn't know what he's doing, but he's being blinded by those locked up feelings that he has kept inside himself for so long.
Their noses brush, Taemin's eyes flutter in a seductive way, and Minho loses it. Minho presses his lips into Taemin's, and Minho is going crazy.
After getting the wits to put some action into it, he notices how Taemin tastes like vanilla, and cookies, and pretty much everything Minho hoped he was, oddly enough. His mind is yelling what the hell are you doing but his heart is fanboying in joy and oh.
Minho feels shivers down his spine, and sparks flying everywhere as he feels Taemin's tongue swipe against his bottom lip. Taemin has fisted his shirt, tugging him down due to the height difference. Minho feels almost everything about this scene is so god damn cliché, but he can live with it, because Taemin is pressing himself into his body, and Minho remarks at the fact at how much Taemin fits into him. Minho started listing all the possible cheesy, love lines like they fit like a puzzle, and my heart is bursting with love. He thinks he's going to hate himself later, but he was holding Taemin in his arms, and yes it felt pretty damn wonderful.
After tasting him up, and losing a good amount of oxygen along with his sanity, they separate from one another. Minho feels this the part where he gasps in absolute shock, scolding himself on his rude action, and sprint towards the dorm, but he's found this new confidence within him. Their foreheads are pressed together, clouds of carbon dioxide being breathed onto one another.
"So, are you going to tell me what you got me for Christmas?" Minho whispers in a low, husky voice. Taemin laughs, a sweet grin growing on his face. Minho holds back the urge to eat that smile away.
"You just got your present, Merry Christmas hyung."
Minho feels like he's been reduced to a ridiculous puddle of goo, and attacks the latter's lips with his own.
Minho thinks that the snow should’ve melted where they were standing, because he could literally feel the sparks of happiness fly off of him, and he barely hears his heart saying love sparkles in the snow, Minho.
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Cheesy? y/n? I don't really know. Kind of rushed it, and tried not to be so cheesy at the same time, and idek what I typed, but yeah. I fixed the 2Min at least? :'D This is sort of an early Christmas-fic and yet a really really late birthday-fic for Minho-oppa. ;__;
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