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Title: Love you just the same & A kiss a day, makes the germs go away
Pairing: 2min
Rating: Pg-13 (for safety) & G (respectively)
A/N: These are drabbles for
folkin_up_again who'd requested 2min fluff and of who I hope I have not disappoint... I have somehow managed to turn fluff into something else... really. Sigh... Forgive me bb...
Love you just the same
Taemin isn't in bed when Minho wakes. Frowning slightly in the slits of sunlight that filter in through the blinds, he gets out of bed and shimmies into the fist pair of boxers he spots on the floor without cute caricatures on it. He finds the younger boy soon enough in the kitchen while the other members are in the living room obviously occupied with an early morning game-off.
Leaning back against the wall, he grins and takes in the sight of his boy, his and no one else. Minho grins smugly at that thought. Taemin is washing up the dishes, and without having to look, Minho knows of the little pout and the furrow of brows in concentration. The oversized tee that he was wearing... It's mine, isn't it? He realizes suddenly, heart skipping a beat. The smug grin turns into something soft. It never ceases to cause some sort of heart-related reaction when he sees Taemin in one of his clothes, any of it really. It's just... Comforting. To know that the magnae felt comfortable enough with him to wear his clothes.
The tilt of the hip, weight resting on one leg while the other feet is toe-curled on the rug. Long silken locks are tied up in a pony tail, and soapy hands come up now and again to brush away stray strands that fall into his face. Long, long legs... pale smooth legs that Minho remembers vividly from last night where they were wrapped around his waist... Well, that's not really a topic fit for public discussion right?
"Hey." Minho wraps his arms around the boy, bending slightly to kiss his temple. "You weren't in bed."
Should a hyung have lecherous thoughts? Heechul said it was okay... But Siwon said that we had to have pure thoughts to glorify God above. And then Heechul shuts him up with a look and that was that. The view he had down the front of Taemin's shirt was, safe to say, lecherous.
The younger merely hummed in response and leaned back against him. "Was hungry. Kibum made me something to eat."
"Come back to bed?" Because he knows that 'Come back to bed' is something the other will not say No to, not when there are promises of more-
"Can't, Minho... Not today."
Wait. What??? Minho's brain screeched. Why?! "Why not?" He asks in a low tone.
"Pabo..." Taemin says with a laugh and a playful smack to his side with the back of his wet hand. "Don't get jealous okay?" Pause. "And don't pout!" He giggles.
"Am not." Minho looks resolutely at the wall in front of them, and tightens his arms around him.
They stand like that, back to front and gradually swaying, with the sound of someone dying in a horrible car crash (probably Jonghyun) and the sound over water and cutlery clinking. Taemin shuts the tap and dries his hands on the kitchen towel before turning his body to nuzzle at Minho's chest. "If you have to know, I'm getting a hair cut today." He says it softly with a tinge of sadness. "For the new MV."
"And?"
"And I don't know... I've had this for sometime, and it's grown on me you know?" He feels the shrug of his shoulders. "But I guess I'll be fine." Minho nuzzles at the crown of Taemin's head, breathing in the faint scent of his shampoo. Reaching a hand up, he toys with the end of Taemin's ponytail.
"If it's worth anything, I'll miss it too." He smiles, and laughs. "But I'll love the new hair too. Because inside it's still you." Taemin leans back and looks at him with wide eyes. Before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
"Oh my God, hyung...! Please... Ahahaha! Please, don't go to Yesung for pick up lines anymore!" Minho frowns and is about to turn away when Taemin tiptoes and plants a shy kiss on his lips. The ghosts of his laugh is still there in his smile, but Taemin nuzzles back at his chest and Minho relishes the weight and warmth in between his arms. "Look at it this way," The younger says after awhile. "At least we can have sex in the showers between schedules now."
And really how could Minho answer to that?
A kiss a day, makes the germs go away
Minho, Taemin decides, is an overly affectionate puppy when he's sick. Which he was right now and draped all over his lap. The older boy is down with a cold, and ordered to rest by the doctor. They're in their room, with the blinds shut and the temperature turned on low. Taemin is running his fingers through the others' short strands and wishing that they were long again so that he's have something to hold on to.
"Taemin-ah..." Minho croaks, shuffling himself on his lap. "Don't leave okay?" He wraps an arm around his waist, the heat of his body seeping through the shirt he was wearing. The younger smiles, leaning in to plant a kiss on his sweaty brow.
"I won't." He promised. "But what will you do if I catch your germs?"
For a moment, he thinks that Minho has fallen asleep. But he is surprised when the older boy murmurs against his thigh, "Then I'll just kiss the germs away." He sniffles and coughs, moaning slightly at the pain of his sore throat.
Grinning now, Taemin tilts the other boy's head and kisses him on his lips. "Like that?"
Minho opens one bloodshot eye and glares at him. "Yeah..." Taemin chuckles and resumes stroking his hair. Leaning against the headboard, he falls asleep with the sound of Minho's heavy breathing and the sound of the fan.
A week later...
"Minho ah..." A hack and a cough followed by a soft moan and tearful sob. "I'm sick..."
Minho merely looks at Taemin who is shuffling to their shared bed, shrugging off his jacket and socks. So much for a quiet afternoon. "Minho ah..." A pout and a pitiful puppy eye look. "Minho ah..." Taemin lifts an arm and drapes it over his shoulder. "Bobo..."
"What?" Minho nearly chuckles.
Taemin tilts his head up and pouts. "Bobo! Bobo... Minho ah. Bobo..."
Chuckling openly now, he bends in and places a chaste kiss. "There, Now evil germs begone!" He smirks and smooths a thumb over heated cheek. Taemin smiles, bright and hacks another cough.
A/N: So? What do you think? Comments make me happy. Especially now when I'm feeling not so good (hence the second drabble which is somehow derived from RL)
Pairing: 2min
Rating: Pg-13 (for safety) & G (respectively)
A/N: These are drabbles for
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Love you just the same
Taemin isn't in bed when Minho wakes. Frowning slightly in the slits of sunlight that filter in through the blinds, he gets out of bed and shimmies into the fist pair of boxers he spots on the floor without cute caricatures on it. He finds the younger boy soon enough in the kitchen while the other members are in the living room obviously occupied with an early morning game-off.
Leaning back against the wall, he grins and takes in the sight of his boy, his and no one else. Minho grins smugly at that thought. Taemin is washing up the dishes, and without having to look, Minho knows of the little pout and the furrow of brows in concentration. The oversized tee that he was wearing... It's mine, isn't it? He realizes suddenly, heart skipping a beat. The smug grin turns into something soft. It never ceases to cause some sort of heart-related reaction when he sees Taemin in one of his clothes, any of it really. It's just... Comforting. To know that the magnae felt comfortable enough with him to wear his clothes.
The tilt of the hip, weight resting on one leg while the other feet is toe-curled on the rug. Long silken locks are tied up in a pony tail, and soapy hands come up now and again to brush away stray strands that fall into his face. Long, long legs... pale smooth legs that Minho remembers vividly from last night where they were wrapped around his waist... Well, that's not really a topic fit for public discussion right?
"Hey." Minho wraps his arms around the boy, bending slightly to kiss his temple. "You weren't in bed."
Should a hyung have lecherous thoughts? Heechul said it was okay... But Siwon said that we had to have pure thoughts to glorify God above. And then Heechul shuts him up with a look and that was that. The view he had down the front of Taemin's shirt was, safe to say, lecherous.
The younger merely hummed in response and leaned back against him. "Was hungry. Kibum made me something to eat."
"Come back to bed?" Because he knows that 'Come back to bed' is something the other will not say No to, not when there are promises of more-
"Can't, Minho... Not today."
Wait. What??? Minho's brain screeched. Why?! "Why not?" He asks in a low tone.
"Pabo..." Taemin says with a laugh and a playful smack to his side with the back of his wet hand. "Don't get jealous okay?" Pause. "And don't pout!" He giggles.
"Am not." Minho looks resolutely at the wall in front of them, and tightens his arms around him.
They stand like that, back to front and gradually swaying, with the sound of someone dying in a horrible car crash (probably Jonghyun) and the sound over water and cutlery clinking. Taemin shuts the tap and dries his hands on the kitchen towel before turning his body to nuzzle at Minho's chest. "If you have to know, I'm getting a hair cut today." He says it softly with a tinge of sadness. "For the new MV."
"And?"
"And I don't know... I've had this for sometime, and it's grown on me you know?" He feels the shrug of his shoulders. "But I guess I'll be fine." Minho nuzzles at the crown of Taemin's head, breathing in the faint scent of his shampoo. Reaching a hand up, he toys with the end of Taemin's ponytail.
"If it's worth anything, I'll miss it too." He smiles, and laughs. "But I'll love the new hair too. Because inside it's still you." Taemin leans back and looks at him with wide eyes. Before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
"Oh my God, hyung...! Please... Ahahaha! Please, don't go to Yesung for pick up lines anymore!" Minho frowns and is about to turn away when Taemin tiptoes and plants a shy kiss on his lips. The ghosts of his laugh is still there in his smile, but Taemin nuzzles back at his chest and Minho relishes the weight and warmth in between his arms. "Look at it this way," The younger says after awhile. "At least we can have sex in the showers between schedules now."
And really how could Minho answer to that?
A kiss a day, makes the germs go away
Minho, Taemin decides, is an overly affectionate puppy when he's sick. Which he was right now and draped all over his lap. The older boy is down with a cold, and ordered to rest by the doctor. They're in their room, with the blinds shut and the temperature turned on low. Taemin is running his fingers through the others' short strands and wishing that they were long again so that he's have something to hold on to.
"Taemin-ah..." Minho croaks, shuffling himself on his lap. "Don't leave okay?" He wraps an arm around his waist, the heat of his body seeping through the shirt he was wearing. The younger smiles, leaning in to plant a kiss on his sweaty brow.
"I won't." He promised. "But what will you do if I catch your germs?"
For a moment, he thinks that Minho has fallen asleep. But he is surprised when the older boy murmurs against his thigh, "Then I'll just kiss the germs away." He sniffles and coughs, moaning slightly at the pain of his sore throat.
Grinning now, Taemin tilts the other boy's head and kisses him on his lips. "Like that?"
Minho opens one bloodshot eye and glares at him. "Yeah..." Taemin chuckles and resumes stroking his hair. Leaning against the headboard, he falls asleep with the sound of Minho's heavy breathing and the sound of the fan.
A week later...
"Minho ah..." A hack and a cough followed by a soft moan and tearful sob. "I'm sick..."
Minho merely looks at Taemin who is shuffling to their shared bed, shrugging off his jacket and socks. So much for a quiet afternoon. "Minho ah..." A pout and a pitiful puppy eye look. "Minho ah..." Taemin lifts an arm and drapes it over his shoulder. "Bobo..."
"What?" Minho nearly chuckles.
Taemin tilts his head up and pouts. "Bobo! Bobo... Minho ah. Bobo..."
Chuckling openly now, he bends in and places a chaste kiss. "There, Now evil germs begone!" He smirks and smooths a thumb over heated cheek. Taemin smiles, bright and hacks another cough.
A/N: So? What do you think? Comments make me happy. Especially now when I'm feeling not so good (hence the second drabble which is somehow derived from RL)