Maknae= Taemin

Make a little time

Taemin~

I practice a series of dances. I want everything to be perfect. Minho watches with tired eyes. He was practicing with me but he got tired quickly. "You've done these dances hundreds of times. You don't need any work on them." He pats the space beside him on the ground. "It's late Maknae. Go to bed!" 

"I'm almost done." 

"You said that an hour ago." 

"Seriously I am." 

"I'm giving you ten more minutes." I stick my tongue out at him. "Did you practice singing at all?" 

"Of course I did." 

"Sing Love Pain." I sing and dance at the same time. "You're talented." 

"Thanks." I finish up and sit beside him. He hands me his water. 

"Aww you're so tired. Turn around." I do. He puts my hair up and I turn back. "Always dance with your hair up. It makes it so much easier." 

"Good idea." 

"Are you going to fall asleep here?" 

"I feel like it." He stands up and grabs my hands. He drags me through the halls and puts me in his room. It's the closest. 

"Pass out in here." 

"Thanks honey." He smiles and I fall face first on to his bed. 

"You're going to hurt yourself doing that." 

"It's a bed. I didn't fall on the floor." 

"So? If you get hurt I'd be Maknae-less for days. That would scar me for life." I turn to face him.

"Hurting myself would hurt you? That's so sweet." 

"That's the kind of guy I am." He flops down beside me and wraps his arms around my waist. "See this is why I invite you to my room. You're so comfortable to hug." 

"But you're so distracting when I'm trying to sleep." 

"Is it my beauty or my charm?" I laugh and move his hair out of his face. 

"I wasn't aware you had either." 

"I'm shocked by your rudeness today. You've said I have both. You've proved my point about how much of a liar you are." 

"I don't lie." 

"Maknae you lie too much. Don't worry though. I'll never tell on you because you're my Maknae and I should be the one to punish you." 

"Punishment?" 

"Yes. I have to teach you to be a nice boy." 

"I'm nice enough for you." 

"You are so my toy." I slap his arm. 

"Am not. I am no one's toy." 

"Except that I totally own you." 

"You do not." 

"Please. If I tell you to do something you do it, if I tell you to say something you say it, if I tell you wear something you wear it. You love my control." 

"Why can't I be the one to control you?" 

"You're the Maknae. Maknaes don't control." 

"I want to." 

"Aww you are so adorable sometimes." 

"Thanks I guess." 

"Don't give me that sour look." 

"I'm not giving you a sour look." 

"Pouting again. Your face is going to freeze like that and then you'll be sorry." I close my eyes. "Oh and just so you know, I'm going to a party with Jonghyun tonight. If you wake up and I'm not here it's because I'm there." 

"I'm always ditched." 

"Don't be sad about it. I want you to get some rest." 

"What If I wanted to come? You wouldn't even let me go. I'm just stuck here like a little kid. Let me guess, Key and Onew are baby sitting me tonight?" 

"Maknae. Stop guilting me." 

"You deserve it. I'm being baby sat. I'm 18 turning 19 Minho. It's not like I'm 10." 

"I didn't say you were." 

"You didn't have to." 

"Open your eyes." I don't. "Fine be this way. We could've gone out later. Alone." He's trying to attract my attention. Not going to happen. 

"Yeah right. You say that everytime you need an excuse. Alone time." 

"You're being a jerk to me." 

"No I'm not. I'm being honest." 

"So this is what you choose not to lie about? Great choice." He sighs after a few minutes of silence. I feel him tighten his grip on me. "I hate fighting with you. You know that." He touches my face. What a jerk thing to do. "Let's not fight. I don't want to fight with my number one. Come on." He shakes me gently. "Come on Maknae. I'm sorry. I was being a real jerk to you. I don't want you to party with us because there's always alcohol at the parties I go to and you would probably drink it by accident. I don't want that. Can we be okay now?" I open my eyes. He smiles. 

"Fine. You're taking me with you next time." 

"Deal." I close my eyes again so I can go to sleep. "I'm leaving in an hour." 

"Good night Minho." 

"Sweet dreams Maknae." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

It's dark when I open my eyes but something moves in the room. "Who's there?" The figure moves closer. "Minho?" He lays on the bed and light from outside catches his face. His arm wraps around me. He's drunk. "Minho go to sleep." 

"I wanna do something else. Not sleep." Before I know what's happening he's kissing me. I freak out on the inside but give in after a while. I kiss him back and he goes for my shirt. I don't want this to go farther than kissing. 

"Minho stop." He continues to kiss me. "Stop please." He pulls back. 

"But Key!" Key?