Twelve

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"Come with me." Taemin demanded, bursting into Onew's room where he found Minho on his bed with his headphones in, half asleep. It had only been two days since their last conversation on the matter, but Taemin had already figured out a way to make it up to him.

"What?" Minho mumbled, taking off his headphones and looking at Taemin with sleepy eyes, clearly annoyed about being disturbed so early in the morning.

"I'm going to make it up to you, so come on!" Taemin explained but Minho just gave him a look that screamed, "I want to be left alone."

"It's, like, eight in the morning, Taemin. Can't it wait?" Minho grumbled, not wanting to get out of bed.

"It can't, no. It has to be now. I promise you won't regret it," Taemin pleaded, and Minho reluctantly gave in. He groaned as he got out of bed, reaching for the pile of clothes at the end of his makeshift bed.

"Let me get dressed then."

Taemin nodded triumphantly before leaving the room with a grin on his face.

***

It had turned out that Taemin had thought ahead. Originally, it was supposed to be Minho that decided how Taemin was going to make it up to him, but it seemed Taemin was already on it.

"So what are we doing, Taemin?" Minho asked wearily, looking at the younger boy wearily as they pulled into a car park. Taemin just giggled and motioned for him to get out the car.

"Yahh, Tae! You can't just drag me out of the house so early in the morning without a reason," Minho whined as he opened the car door and jumped out. He was slowly becoming more and more irritated and it didn't take long for Taemin to notice the frown on Minho's face.

"Fine, fine," Taemin sighed as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out two tickets and handed them to Minho. As soon as he saw Minho's changed expression, he felt nothing but pride at how well he had done to make it up to his boyfriend. "For the football match."

"Taeminnie! I thought they were sold out!" Minho almost squealed, hugging Taemin from the side and burying his face in his neck. "How did you get them?"

Taemin laughed at Minho's reaction, pleased with himself. "I bought them a while ago. You know, before... Well, yeah. I couldn't let them go to waste. And thankfully, the match is today. So I can make it up to you even sooner!" Taemin admitted, and Minho pulled away, smiling from ear to ear.

"Thank you, Taemin," Minho whispered and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, making Taemin blush pathetically. "You did good," he teased.

Maybe things would be okay after all.

***

"Taemin! Did you see the way Player No. 2 scored that goal so perfectly? He literally kicked it without even looking and it still went straight in! That was so amazing!" Minho rambled on about Player No. 2 for what seemed about the fifteenth time that morning, but Taemin was just happy that Minho was happy.

"Yeah," Taemin replied, blatantly lying, though Minho didn't seem to notice. Taemin had never been much of a fan of football; the only matches he had seen were the ones he had watched with Minho on TV as he had wanted to keep him company. And now, Taemin was more interested in Minho to pay attention to the match. He was too busy admiring the way Minho's eyes lit up whenever a goal was scored, or the way he slouched slightly in disappointment when the opposition scored.

The only thing that was concerning Taemin at the time was if this would be enough for Minho to forgive him.

The match ended, leaving Minho excited and Taemin with a headache.

"I can't believe we won!" Minho laughed, jumping from one foot to the other.

"That last goal was lucky," Taemin agreed, having watched the last ten minutes so he knew what to talk to Minho about.

They stood outside the stadium, shivering from the cold Autumn wind, but feeling warm inside as they grinned at each other.

"Do you want to do anything now?" Taemin asked. shoving his hands in his pockets to protect them from the cold. Normally, he would've taken Minho's hand but he was trying to play it safe for now.

Without hesitation, Minho replied: "I think I want to kiss you."

"Taemin! Did you see the way number 2 scored that goal so perfectly? He literally kicked it without even looking and it went straight in! I can't believe it, Taeminnie, that was so amazing!" Minho rambled on about player number two for what seemed about the fifteenth time that morning, but Taemin was too enthralled by Minho's enthusiastic tone to care.

"Yeah, I did." Taemin replied, blatantly lying. He was too busy staring at Minho's face throughout the match, admiring the way his eyes lit up whenever a goal was scored, or the way he slouched slightly in disappointment whenever the opposition scored.

He was perfect.

The only thing that concerned Taemin at the time was whether or not this would be enough for Minho to forgive him.

"I can't believe we won, though!" Minho laughed, jumping ecstatically from one foot to another.

"The last goal was lucky," Taemin agreed, having payed attention for only the last few minutes so he had something to talk to Minho about after the match had ended.

They stood outside the stadium, shivering from the cold autumn wind, but feeling warm inside as they grinned at each other.

"Do you want to do something else now?" Taemin asked, shoving his hands into his pockets to protect them from the cold. Normally he would've take Minho's hand, but he was going to play it safe from now on.

Or so he thought.

Without hesitation, Minho replied hastily.

"I think I want to kiss you."

And that was enough to set an alarm off in Taemin's brain.

Minho actually wanted to kiss him?

Taemin giggled and smiled brightly before placing his lips onto Minho's without a shadow of a doubt.

Their lips fit together perfectly, just as they had all those times before.

Taemin never forgot the feeling of Minho's lips; how they always tasted like mint with a hint of chocolate. He adored everything about them.

Much to Taemin's dismay, though, Minho pulled away after a short while, leaving him with another small peck on the lips.

"Wow." Minho breathed, gazing into Taemin's eyes gladly.

Minho had forgiven him, but he couldn't stop there.

He needed to make this completely unforgettable, by being the best boyfriend he could possibly be.

And Taemin was determined to be just that.

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