Requested by shineemyheart – hiya girl, I hope this isn’t shitty!
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Minho wasn’t mad. He wasn’t mad at all.
He was furious. He was really upset. Minho was horribly upset and according to Key, he was bitchy as hell.
But how can he not be mad? Lee Taemin hasn’t been with him for two weeks. Two weeks.
For two entire weeks the maknae has been gone. But that’s not the real reason of Minho’s anger, because it’s normal for one of them to be gone for a while because of tight schedules. He is truly mad because Taemin doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t talk at all. He just walks in the dorm, goes to sleep, wake up and walk out like there is no one else with him. As if he doesn’t live with four other people, as if Minho isn’t there.
He didn’t get mad at first, when Taemin was starting to work for his new solo album. Minho and the rest of SHINee understood perfectly he had to practice to make the dance as perfect as he could.
Then a thing happened. A thing with the name of Kim Jongin. That evil human being that was under the same company as him. That boy was getting on his nerves.
It was one evening, when SM revealed the track list of Taemin’s new album. The maknae came in running and called for his hyungs, he wanted to show them something important. All of them went to the living room and saw the CD in their maknae’s hands. It was an adorable sight, to see the youngest of the group jumping in excitement because the track list was finally revealed. It was completely adorable (but in Minho’s eyes, the maknae was always adorable. His beautiful crush is always adorable no matter what.)
“What is that?” Jonghyun started to jump slightly, copying Taemin’s behavior.
“Hyung, it’s the track list. They revealed it to the fans just five minutes ago!” The CD was snatched away by Key, who read the names of the songs out loud, until he suddenly stopped.
“Oh! You are doing a song with Kai?” He looked at him, surprised, but you could see the happiness in the diva’s eyes.
“Yup!” And everyone was happy, because if the maknae is happy, everyone is happy too.
Everyone except Minho. But the main rapper let that one pass, it’s just a song. There’s no harm. His maknae will still be secretly his.
But then the variety shows came. It was one night, when Taemin said he was going to pick Minho up from the SM building at 7PM.
It was already 7:50PM and the maknae and Minho’s car were nowhere to be seen.
So Minho called him.
“Where are you?” He asked.
“Uh… —Taeminnie, who is that?—Shh, uh I’m with Kai doing the shoot for ‘4 Things Show’”
“Ah ha, and what about me?” Just hearing the voice of that Kai kid made his blood boil.
“What about—oh. Can you call Key? I can’t leave now.”
“Sure, Taemin.” Maybe the way he said his same came out kind of harsh, but Minho couldn’t careless because Taemin just literally forgot about him because of that Kai kid.
“Minho I’m sor—”
“Have fun.” And he hung up. He called Key, but he wasn’t in town. He called Jonghyun, but he was in Blue Radio. He ended up calling Onew, but he was doing errands so he had to wait for another hour for the leader to pick him up.
“Why so mad? I told you I was doing something important.” The leader said. He had warned him that he would be late.
“I’m not mad at you.” Minho muttered and Onew looked at him, he wanted to know who he’s mad at. “Taemin has my car, he forgot to pick me up and he is with Kai, in my car.”
Onew chuckled and drove faster. “Jealous.”
“What?”
“Let me inform you that you and Taemin are nothing.”
“I know—”
“So until you grow a pair and confess, I would appreciate if you stop bitching about Taemin being with Kai.”
And the conversation ended just there. Onew seemed to be in a bad mood, or something close to it. Minho didn’t dare to go against what he said.
The day the bomb exploded was when Taemin asked once again for his car.
“You have a car.”
“It’s getting painted.”
“Go with Manager’s van.”
“Jonghyun and Manager are together!”
“Then go walking!” Taemin’s patience was reaching its limit. Minho was being ridiculous.
“Why can’t you just give me your car? It won’t take long, I promise!”
“You said that last time and you came back after four hours!” Minho stood up. They were already yelling at each other. “Let me add that you even forgot to pick me up because you were with that guy!”
“We were shooting the damn show!” The maknae couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The rapper never had a problem when he borrowed his car, so what’s the big deal now? “Choi Minho, I have schedule in 15 minutes! Give me the damn keys, please!”
Then Minho snapped, “Why don’t you ask your best friend to come and pick you up?! He sure as hell won’t be 50 minutes late!”
Taemin was sure of it, Minho just lost his mind. “Why the heck you have it against Kai?!”
“What I have against him?! You’ve literally forgot about me because of him!” At that moment, Key arrived at the dorm. He looked at them with a weird face, and went directly to his room. He mumbled “Idiots” as he closed the door silently. He knew better, you can’t interrupt two guys who are yelling at each other.
“WHAT THE HELL?! I haven’t forgot about you and why the fuck you care if I am always with Kai and not you?! What’s your fucking problem!?” Taemin yelled, he was tired and his throat was burning from all the screaming. His ears are ringing from Minho’s screaming. He’s already late for his schedule.
Minho didn’t say anything for a while, he walked away instead. “You… you don’t want to know.”
“YAH!” Taemin went to follow him. He wasn’t going to let him get away with all the screaming they had done for this stupidity. Taemin grabbed his arm and stood in front of him, confronting him. “You’ve been a complete jerk for the past weeks! What the heck is wrong with you?”
Taemin was too close to Minho. Too close. It was driving him crazy. “You don’t want to know.”
“But I do.” Taemin was almost begging him. He was worried, Minho never acted like this.
Minho looked at him in the eyes, and the younger boy felt slightly scared, he felt even more scared when Minho leaned down. He felt scared when Minho touched his chin and he felt like he was about to die when Minho’s lips touched his.
But he didn’t stop him. He didn’t stop kissing him. He didn’t stop kissing him when his back was against the wall, and he didn’t want to stop when he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
But Minho did. His lips were probably swollen from the hungry kiss they just shared, but he couldn’t care less. All he saw was Minho.
“Does this tell you enough?” Minho asked breathlessly, his eyes looking straight at his soul.
“You should’ve told me s-sooner.”
