Kpop Oneshots

Minho X Taemin

Category - Fluff
little bits of angst (body dysphoria kind)
   slight smut in a way

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Minho has sat back and watched many of Taemin's solo MVs. He always enjoyed them. Always relished in how happy his best friend looked. But something about the younger's newest track struck something in him.

Maybe it was the way the blue, silk shirt looked on Taemin's pale skin. Maybe it was the gorgeous way Taemin owned something as feminine looking as the white top with the shoulder cut out. Maybe it was how he looked more like a piece of art than even the Gates of Hell behind him. Or how he looked so stunning drenched as rain fell against him.

Whatever it was, it made Minho see the MV as something other than some song. Everyone new that the skinny male was known for being happy and bubbly. Changing as soon as music came on. Any dance he did screaming sex. Even without having to word it. But this one was different.

Now it was more than his body. It was every ounce of him. His eyes sultry. Lips full and pink. Voice molding around anyone's body. Making them want him.

And Minho couldn't handle that.

He watched the MV again and again. Too captivated by every little bit to stop. He found something new each time. From the way Taemin's body bends as he dances. To the way his clothes fall against his skin.

He barely heard his front door click open. Knowing it was the groups maknae coming over to have a movie marathon. Which Minho had fully intended on getting ready for, until he saw that Taemin's song had dropped. So he sat down to watch it. And, well, now he's here.

"Hyung! Guess what I found!"

The male came barreling into the living room. A giddy smile on his face. Minho turned his head to see the younger zone in on the TV. The smile getting wider as he saw his MV play.

He moved and plopped down onto the couch next to Minho. Eyes moving to his hyung's face as he tossed the movie case in his hand onto the coffee table in front of them.

"What do you think of it?" The smaller questioned excitedly

Minho looked back to the TV, "It's really good Taeminnie. You really played into the feminine look, huh?"

Taemin smacked his arm, still smiling.

"Oh shh. That's such an old joke. I can wear those clothes without being feminine."

"It's not just the clothes Tae. It's all of you."

"Well it's not my fault I was born so small. Not everyone can be manly giants with big hands and strong arms." Taemin huffed

The older turned back to face his dongsaeng, "It's not a bad thing."

The younger folded his arms over his chest cutely, "Then why does everyone keep making fun of me for it."

Minho saw a bit of hurt behind Taemin's eyes. It made him angry at himself for not realizing that all the times he's called the younger feminine could of hurt him.

He reached out and unwound the smaller's arms. Holding his hands with his own.

"They aren't making fun of you. At least I'm not," He turned his head back to look at the TV, "That Taemin. The one on the screen. He's feminine and beautiful. But that's not a bad thing. I think he looks so pretty. He owns his body, and his looks."