[FANFIC] While Waiting (TaeMinHo)
Title: While Waiting (One-shot)
Author: sirath
Pairing: TaeMinHo/2Min
Rating: PG-13 but boy do I does Min Ho wish there was smexing
Word Count: 870
Genre: General Drama
Warning: Brief, very vague mentions of sexual thingummies.
Summary: Min Ho wants, oh yes he does. (Have I mentioned I suck at summaries?)
A/N: First attempt at any kind of fanfic in years, let only SHINee fics. Inspired by my Muse almondbiscotti . I would not be writing if it weren't for you my love <3 C&C much appreciated! I CAN TAKE IT. Even if you want to butcher me for characterisation of Min Ho or lack thereof.
Filming honestly had to be the most tedious thing Min Ho had ever had to do as a member of SHINee. Photo shoots, at least, were useful for practising deceptively intense stares even as his mind was elsewhere, preferably sleeping in for a change with JinKi in a bomb shelter five miles away.(That boy's snoring had cost Min Ho many a good night's sleep) Every episode of anything took for-bloody-ever with the constant cock-ups and stylists dashing in every five seconds.
Sure, life as the hottest pop stars of today had its glamorous moments and he was new enough to the business that live performances were still thrilling, but for every second of glitz and glory, there were at least 7 interminable hours spent on some forsaken set just waiting or rehearsing over and over again. The fact that the spotlights always seemed to hit a panting, sweaty Tae Min just right did not help Min Ho. At all.
Damn if he didn't want the boy, there and then, every single time his treacherous eyes slid over to the younger boy and caught glistening glimpses of gorgeous skin. Now, Min Ho is a practical and intelligent young man, sometimes eerily so in contrast to say, the giggling disaster of Onew. He does not waste time with denial and really, what point would it serve to lie to himself?
He wanted Tae Min, oh how he wanted Tae Min. Being a teenager, desire was hardly a new feeling for him and naturally, prompted by the littlest of things; the flip of a skirt around shapely legs, the tempting feminine curves exposed by far too fitting clothing and necklines that went just a little too low. But such fleeting feelings did not compare to this all-consuming yearning he had for Tae Min.
His charisma wasn't the only thing flaming when the group's magnae grasped for something out of his reach and his shirt rode up to reveal a perfectly fair and firm waist or when he absent-mindedly licked those luscious lips while eating.
Min Ho gulped dryly at the mere thought of it and tried not to look across to where the ever-patient Tae Min was being fussed over by some make-up artist or another. Fortunately this particular engagement would be over in 2 hours or so and did not require him to wear those blindingly shiny and criminally tight pants that were oh-so-sinful on darling, innocent Tae Min. He countered his body's blazing response to that image with one of JongHyun wearing them. Needless to say, it was almost too effective. (Some visually scarring images were useful after all) But he knew that just one glance at that cheeky smirk Tae Min wore when dancing would send him straight to Hell along with several thousand perving nunas.
His desire ran so deep that sometimes the line between want and need blurred and he simply could not bear the distance, however small, between them. He wanted to ravish that cherubic mouth, kiss the boy all over and then...well, after that he tended to draw a blank. Of course he knew what boys Did, there was the Internet after all, but somehow whatever he had seen and read simply did not measure up to all the feelings he had within.
Tae Min's physical charms were undeniable and occasionally weighed over their platonic, brotherly love. Min Ho's lust was strong and ran deep but his passion for Tae Min as a person was stronger and deeper still. Who could help being charmed by this dear smiling, flawless boy? But it was not Tae Min's public face that had so won him but the things that rarely surfaced before the cold, judging cameras. Min Ho had always thought himself to be a little more street-smart than the rest but Tae Min, in private moments when they had simply chatted, not as two idols but close friends, revealed a quiet wisdom and perception that was unusual for a boy his age. He was not cynical like Min Ho but mindful, without the taint of self-righteousness or bitterness. His bright, wide eyes saw all but did not criticise, merely accepting and trusting. It was this nobility, incongruous with his age and charm, which drew Min Ho closer to him than any other. He found it fascinating and terribly attractive, he who could not bear air-headed babble or plastic personalities.
The magnae's potent combination of delicate beauty, lithe frame and discreetly keen eyes had enraptured Min Ho, mind and body. This soul-deep attraction could not be fulfilled by mere, bestial copulation. Just having sex with the boy, aside from being utterly wrong on many levels, would not fulfil his blazing emotions, could not express the devotion he felt.
No, Min Ho would not be satisfied with just forcing Tae Min and laying claim to his body. He had to be with him, completely and deeply, beyond clumsy puppy-love and crude lust.
All this wasted time and the numerous cold showers and nights, both past and future, mattered little in comparison to what he waited for. One day, Tae Min would come to him freely, knowingly and then, then he would take all of him and never let go.