Take a breath
Author: shy_mizuno
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Disclaimer: I didn't even draw the picture - this isn't real.
Summary: Taemin, as he grows older, becomes more and more popular. Minho is there to make sure he can handle it.
Inspired by: This <--- both drawn by the wonderful lowrys.
Commercials. Sitcoms. Dance rehearsal. Radio shows. Photoshoots. Interviews. Variety Programs. Talk Show. A week packed tightly with events with only a few hours of sleep in between.
Taemin tried his hardest to keep up. He sighed up for this hectic life. Now he had to show everyone he could do it. He valued his sleep, straying away from even coffee to stay alert and energetic. Coffee was a last resort. Taemin tried to stay quiet when he felt tired. Hyungs worked just as, if not harder than him. It didn't feel right to complain.
Minho watched the maknae. The maknae he'd seen grow from a 15-year-old till he was 22 - a full grown adult. Shinee went through many different concepts in those seven years and Taemin fulfilled them wondroufully. More and more, he was usy. He would accept every job and work down to the bone to get it done. All of this, and Minho still saw him as the young maknae. And he would take care of him like the young maknae.
“Taemin-ah...”
The dancer looked at him across the car seat. Minho's arm was out-stretched, wrapping around his shoulders so quickly. His face pushed into Minho's shoulder with just enough room left to breathe. “Uhm...Minho-hyung?”
“Get some rest, Taemin.” The deep voice whispered in his ear.
Taemin squirmed in those arms. “I'm fine, hyung. Really. Thanks.” But Minho wouldn't let him move.
“You're lying.” He said. “You're tired and you've been pushing yourself. Enough's enough, Taaemin.”
He shouldn't have just given up like he did. He should've just told Minho he was looking too close at things. But...his jacket was soft and comfy and it would be so nice to go to sleep.
“I just...” He felt the sleep overtake him, rubing his cheek against the gentle chest. “I just wanted to do everythng...right.” He yawned.
Taemin's eyes fluttered close. Minho passed a hand through his hair. The body was heavy and thankfully, Taemin was finally asleep. That didn't stop him from speaking still. “And that's a good thing. But you have to take care of yourself.” He manuevered Taemin to where he would be comfortable when he woke.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Disclaimer: I didn't even draw the picture - this isn't real.
Summary: Taemin, as he grows older, becomes more and more popular. Minho is there to make sure he can handle it.
Inspired by: This <--- both drawn by the wonderful lowrys.
Commercials. Sitcoms. Dance rehearsal. Radio shows. Photoshoots. Interviews. Variety Programs. Talk Show. A week packed tightly with events with only a few hours of sleep in between.
Taemin tried his hardest to keep up. He sighed up for this hectic life. Now he had to show everyone he could do it. He valued his sleep, straying away from even coffee to stay alert and energetic. Coffee was a last resort. Taemin tried to stay quiet when he felt tired. Hyungs worked just as, if not harder than him. It didn't feel right to complain.
Minho watched the maknae. The maknae he'd seen grow from a 15-year-old till he was 22 - a full grown adult. Shinee went through many different concepts in those seven years and Taemin fulfilled them wondroufully. More and more, he was usy. He would accept every job and work down to the bone to get it done. All of this, and Minho still saw him as the young maknae. And he would take care of him like the young maknae.
“Taemin-ah...”
The dancer looked at him across the car seat. Minho's arm was out-stretched, wrapping around his shoulders so quickly. His face pushed into Minho's shoulder with just enough room left to breathe. “Uhm...Minho-hyung?”
“Get some rest, Taemin.” The deep voice whispered in his ear.
Taemin squirmed in those arms. “I'm fine, hyung. Really. Thanks.” But Minho wouldn't let him move.
“You're lying.” He said. “You're tired and you've been pushing yourself. Enough's enough, Taaemin.”
He shouldn't have just given up like he did. He should've just told Minho he was looking too close at things. But...his jacket was soft and comfy and it would be so nice to go to sleep.
“I just...” He felt the sleep overtake him, rubing his cheek against the gentle chest. “I just wanted to do everythng...right.” He yawned.
Taemin's eyes fluttered close. Minho passed a hand through his hair. The body was heavy and thankfully, Taemin was finally asleep. That didn't stop him from speaking still. “And that's a good thing. But you have to take care of yourself.” He manuevered Taemin to where he would be comfortable when he woke.