Being In Love von noii (jongtae || slash) ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: being in love... --------------------------- Being In Love SHINee/Jongtae drabble by ©. “Being in love is quite easy.” were Jonghyun’s thoughts once again while watching Taemin munching his cereals. Cheeks full of flakes and a milksop above his upper lip the maknae looked as innocent as usual and Jonghyun’s stomach was completely filled with butterflies. Being kicked by Key’s big black boots under the table wasn’t as nice as watching Taemin eating his breakfast though. But Jonghyun’s mind was taken away and Key rolled his eyes, reaching out and slapping the lead singer’s cheeks, sending him a ‘don’t-stare-that-obvious-at-him-we’re-eating-here’-look. Minho chuckled quietly, earning another annoyed gaze from the diva, while Onew was disinterested, slowly slurping his coffee and probably already thinking about today’s shooting. Whatever Key was doing or saying Jonghyun’s eyes were glued on the youngest one, who was drinking his milk like it was the last one for the rest of his life and licking his lips happily, so that Jonghyun wanted to immediately fuck the hell out of him. - “There are times when being in love can be quite difficult.” was drawing circles in Jjong’s mind as SHINee was taking their shooting for their new album and the young dancer wearing an absolutely forbidden shirt, that completely showed a beautiful neck and shoulders and the upper part of his skinny back. The skin was bright and Taemin’s make-up were surprisingly different, with black eyeliner and dark glitter around his eyelids, his full lips shiny, his hair sleeked, making the kid looking that fucking sexy that Jonghyun felt like fainting right away. His pants felt terribly tight and Taemin wasn’t even aware of what he did. Besides he didn’t event do anything for real. But whatever he did, relaxing his head on his hands, crawling his fingers in his hair, or arching his back against the wall, Jonghyun’s hands became fists behind his back, and he felt those freaking butterflies again, in his whole body and was driven crazy by them. He loved Taemin. He loved his fucking everything, his face, when he smiled, his chest, when he breathed heavily after dance practice, his beautiful hands on Jonghyun’s back while they slept together in his bed, although it happened just a few times yet, he loved his cute, little tummy and navel, his long, skinny legs, especially in blue jeans, his dick, which Jjong saw once in the shower and which was just as cute the way it was. A bit small though, smaller than his of course, but just as perfect as he had imagined. He loved his moves, when he danced, his body all the way rolling and popping to the beat, he loved him sleeping, eating, laughing, playing around like the young kid he was, even while sitting on the toilet. Jonghyun didn’t really care. What he was aware of was the jealousy that flooded his mind when he saw Taemin playing play station with Key, laughing with Onew about something random or talking to Minho about stuff just the two of them could understand. He was jealous, so he reached out for Taemin’s wrist, pulling him close and then he felt stupid and dumb and embarrassed, because realizing that you act like a fifteen years old teen wasn’t that cool at all. Although Taemin used to smile at him, interlacing their fingers. - “Being in love isn’t that easy at all.” realized Jonghyun as he saw Taemin wipe away his tears, crying because of some reason that Jjong didn’t know and which wasn’t important in the end. The problems were Taemin’s sobs and the tears dripping down his jawline, which burned deep holes into his heart. Or so it felt. He saw whose legs and shoulders were shaking, whose teeth were biting on plump, normally smiling, and now ripped lips and whose hands were fumbling with each other to fight against the nervousness and embarrassment that flew in the maknae’s mind. At least trying to do so. Jonghyun knew that Taemin felt like a crybaby and ashamed, though the he himself felt pretty much as bad, especially because of his fucking helplessness. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. But he cried anyways and the lead singer’s heart burned and so did his own eyes, and he slammed his fists against the wall. Not being able to do anything that helped was terrible. Sometimes. When you were in love. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)