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2min, Minho's bedroom, age gap (no pedo though, Taemin could be...16 or 17 and Minho about 25? You're probably not even going to mention their ages, it's just some background info) oh and nothing sad, please ;;
“Haven’t you got classes?”
“Yeah, and?”
Minho chuckled from where he sat against the headboard of his bed, fingers threading through that of the teenager lying stomach down on the bed beside him. “And shouldn’t you be going to these classes so you can learn?”
“Then why aren’t you getting up?”
“Because I really don’t want to.”
Laughing again at the way the younger’s voice remained like the kind one might have if they were in a deep sleep, Minho got out of bed himself, leaving to take a shower. As predicted, his younger lover was still on the bed in the same position as before when he returned and he rolled his eyes at the sight.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Minho stated once he’d pulled on a pair of jeans. “I’m making breakfast so get your ass into the shower so you can eat and go to Uni.” He said, lightly slapping one of the younger’s exposed globes.
Taemin grunted in annoyance, but finally raised his head to turn and glare at Minho. “Why can’t you just let me sleep in?”
“Because I’m only letting you stay here as long as you attend most if not all of your classes or until you get a job.” Minho reminded him firmly. “Seeing as you refuse to get a job of your own yet, you’ll just have to go to as many classes as you can. Unless you’d rather go back to living with your mother.”
Taemin shuddered visibly at the thought and rushed into the shower without another word.
Smiling in triumph, Minho set to do as promised, making breakfast for them both to set Taemin on his way. By the time he’d cooked a stack of pancakes Taemin wandered into the kitchen, following his nose in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, hair damp and stomach grumbling.
“Yuuuum.” He hummed in delight.
Amused by Taemin’s usual care of nothing but food, Minho set two pancakes on a plate and placed it down before his lover, kissing his temple before taking his own seat. “Eat up so you can get going.” He said sternly.
Although Taemin grumbled, he didn’t fail to smother his pancakes with maple syrup and dig in. “At least you make good food.” He mumbled around a mouth full. “For an old man.”
Minho pushed two fingers against Taemin’s forehead. “Yeah, yeah, don’t talk with your mouth full. I swear this is what I get for dating a kid.” He muttered with a roll of his eyes. Truthfully, the age gap between them wasn’t that substantial, but it was enough to show quite clearly who was the older and who was the younger by maturity standards alone.
“Hey! I’m no kid! I’m eighteen already.”
“Yeah, and you were sixteen when we started dating.” Minho reminded him, poking his nose teasingly. “A kid.”
Taemin pouted, resting his chin upon his hands as he leaned towards Minho across the small table. “Yeah and you’re the one who let a kid seduce you.”
Flushing, Minho stood from his chair and began cleaning up from breakfast. “Just go get dressed.”
