Moving Fast
Title: Moving Fast
Pairing: 2min
Rating: pg
Genre: au, fluff
Summary: Taemin and Minho finally, finally move in together.
Words: 588
Another quick drabble. You guys, I'm trying to update both of my other fics but I'm going to school overseas at the same time and it's incredibly difficult to get a solid six or eight hours (which is what I ideally need) to update properly. I'm hoping since fall break is coming up I'll be able to do that, but as of right now it's going to take a thousand more years to write each chapter. So sorry!!
The first day Taemin collapses into bed, too tired to roll over and kiss Minho goodnight when he crawls into bed next to him. Minho doesn't forget though; he's never too tired to remember to kiss Taemin. Since he realized he was allowed to he always remembered.
This talk of buying a house has been floating around for a while. Minho has been 'accidentally' leaving pages with houses up on his laptop when he's done using it, mentioning his raise, talking of not having to have paper-thin walls. Taemin has been silent, shrugging with his nonchalant attitude that Minho knew was used most often when the younger man was contemplating something but didn't want to make a snap decision.
And then, suddenly, Taemin was calling him when he was on the bus on the way home telling him he found the perfect house. Then things were moving fast (both Minho's pulse, thudding in his stomach; the paperwork; the money from their respective bank accounts to purchase a small area of land with a sharp, angled cross between a castle and a cottage planted in the middle of it).
But now they're in the house, finally. There are boxes everywhere and the only reason they have a bed is because Minho refuses, point blank, to cuddle Taemin on the floor. So now there's a mattress in the corner of their bedroom, and Taemin has piled every single pillow they own onto it and Minho is lying with him, a pillow bunched at his back, Taemin curled into his stomach.
The second day Taemin is up first, avidly attacking several boxes at once in a manner that Minho knows is going to create a huge amount of mess. “I'm looking for my sombrero,” he says first, and then, “now that we have a house we need a pet.”
“A pet?” Minho asks bemusedly. And then, “your sombrero?”
“Yeah. I think it's here somewhere. I packed it last.”
Minho, who has lived with Taemin long enough to know when he's mostly just talking to himself, ignores this and tries to focus on what he's just said. “Let's talk about pets when I wake up.”
On the third day which is also technically still the second evening, Taemin is standing in front of Minho. There's a half-empty box between them. “Minho. I want to sleep.”
“Then go,” Minho says, not really paying a lot of attention because his exhaustion has turned into hyper-focused energy and all he can see now is their house, clean and fresh and box-free and just a few more hours.
Taemin crouches down, earnest over the box. “I want to sleep with you, though. It's too empty here to sleep alone. Come with me.”
Minho looks up and sees Taemin, really sees him. Everything about him is screaming sleep sleep sleep, from his dark under-eye circles to his flattening hair to his bitterheart I'm-too-tired pout.
It only makes sense then for Minho to lean over and kiss Taemin then. It's second nature but somehow still new, and Taemin still sighs into Minho's mouth and still, even years after they've first kissed, Minho's heart still flutters.
Eventually they get a pet. It's a ferret and Minho hates its nocturnal wheel-running so much that he insists on relocating it to the bathroom every night. Also, he's told Taemin, he has a difficult time taking him seriously when he's wearing a sombrero.
It's okay though because this castle is their house, and Minho and Taemin and the blasted ferret are are wonderfully, terribly, beautifully happy.
Pairing: 2min
Rating: pg
Genre: au, fluff
Summary: Taemin and Minho finally, finally move in together.
Words: 588
Another quick drabble. You guys, I'm trying to update both of my other fics but I'm going to school overseas at the same time and it's incredibly difficult to get a solid six or eight hours (which is what I ideally need) to update properly. I'm hoping since fall break is coming up I'll be able to do that, but as of right now it's going to take a thousand more years to write each chapter. So sorry!!
The first day Taemin collapses into bed, too tired to roll over and kiss Minho goodnight when he crawls into bed next to him. Minho doesn't forget though; he's never too tired to remember to kiss Taemin. Since he realized he was allowed to he always remembered.
This talk of buying a house has been floating around for a while. Minho has been 'accidentally' leaving pages with houses up on his laptop when he's done using it, mentioning his raise, talking of not having to have paper-thin walls. Taemin has been silent, shrugging with his nonchalant attitude that Minho knew was used most often when the younger man was contemplating something but didn't want to make a snap decision.
And then, suddenly, Taemin was calling him when he was on the bus on the way home telling him he found the perfect house. Then things were moving fast (both Minho's pulse, thudding in his stomach; the paperwork; the money from their respective bank accounts to purchase a small area of land with a sharp, angled cross between a castle and a cottage planted in the middle of it).
But now they're in the house, finally. There are boxes everywhere and the only reason they have a bed is because Minho refuses, point blank, to cuddle Taemin on the floor. So now there's a mattress in the corner of their bedroom, and Taemin has piled every single pillow they own onto it and Minho is lying with him, a pillow bunched at his back, Taemin curled into his stomach.
The second day Taemin is up first, avidly attacking several boxes at once in a manner that Minho knows is going to create a huge amount of mess. “I'm looking for my sombrero,” he says first, and then, “now that we have a house we need a pet.”
“A pet?” Minho asks bemusedly. And then, “your sombrero?”
“Yeah. I think it's here somewhere. I packed it last.”
Minho, who has lived with Taemin long enough to know when he's mostly just talking to himself, ignores this and tries to focus on what he's just said. “Let's talk about pets when I wake up.”
On the third day which is also technically still the second evening, Taemin is standing in front of Minho. There's a half-empty box between them. “Minho. I want to sleep.”
“Then go,” Minho says, not really paying a lot of attention because his exhaustion has turned into hyper-focused energy and all he can see now is their house, clean and fresh and box-free and just a few more hours.
Taemin crouches down, earnest over the box. “I want to sleep with you, though. It's too empty here to sleep alone. Come with me.”
Minho looks up and sees Taemin, really sees him. Everything about him is screaming sleep sleep sleep, from his dark under-eye circles to his flattening hair to his bitterheart I'm-too-tired pout.
It only makes sense then for Minho to lean over and kiss Taemin then. It's second nature but somehow still new, and Taemin still sighs into Minho's mouth and still, even years after they've first kissed, Minho's heart still flutters.
Eventually they get a pet. It's a ferret and Minho hates its nocturnal wheel-running so much that he insists on relocating it to the bathroom every night. Also, he's told Taemin, he has a difficult time taking him seriously when he's wearing a sombrero.
It's okay though because this castle is their house, and Minho and Taemin and the blasted ferret are are wonderfully, terribly, beautifully happy.