Never Did and Never Will; Taemin/Minho PG-15 to NC17; Taemin never loved him. Never did and never will.

"I like Minho," Taemin told Key and Jonghyun. "He's nice and cool. He's a cool hyung."

"Yes, we know Taemin," Key interposed. "But when we asked if you 'liked' him, we meant, well, you know... /more than that/."

"More than what exactly, hyung? More than a friend? More than a brother?" Taemin pressed. Jonghyun and Key looked at each other, worry depicted on their faces. This was not usual for Taemin to act this way.

"Taemin, we thought you two loved each other. We thought you two were attracted to each other. Wh-what happened?" Jonghyun spoke up with trembling concern.

"I don't know," Taemin shrugged coldly, his eyes darting away from his hyungs. "I don't even know what you're talking about. I never loved him. Never did and never will."

It began when the boys were all woken up at the unholiest hour of the morning (4:05 a.m. specifically) just because some dick had decided to entertain themselves with late night (or rather, early morning) re-runs of Bleach and any other violent TV anime at the highest, most obnoxious volume ever.

Onew was the first to step out of his bedroom, looking at the culprit with eyes on fire (and it was such a rare occasion that his inner hostility scared the very bits of /himself/), then Jonghyun and Key followed successively (the former practically hanging off of Key's shoulder, still not fully conscious). It was only when their gaze met the cruel bitch that had interrupted their already reduced sleeping time and found it to be in the form of a sweet, innocent looking boy.

Except he wasn't so innocent then. Especially not after he had the audacity to wake up his hyungs and then only shrug it off like it was something he did all the time.

"Taemin," Onew croaked out, moving slowly to the boy who sat cross-legged on the couch. He reached out his hand to touch him, trying to see if he really were the boy and not some torturous ghost in the form of such a darling angel. When his fingertips rested on the dense bones of Taemin's shoulders, he was convinced. Taemin was possessed by some demon whose sole purpose was to induce nothing but torture and interrupt them while in their most placid state of the day. "What are you doing up so late?"

Onew's question was so warm and gentle causing the boy to ignore it with ease. However, Key was far /beyond/ livid. He stomped his way towards the television, pressing the Power button to turn it off and then stood in front of the maknae. Onew swore he could see smoke fuming from Key's ears.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO PLAY AROUND WITH US. TAEMIN IT IS FOUR IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND YOU'RE WATCHING TV. ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT ME TO CHOP YOUR BALLS OFF AND THROW IT IN THE BLENDER. BECAUSE I CAN DO THAT RIGHT NOW IF YOU WANT."

Key's angry voice finally perked Jonghyun back up into existence. "Taemin? Why aren't you in bed?"

Taemin was as cold as he ever could imagine. He simply ignored his hyungs' foreboding questions and perplexed stares, only to angle his body away from Key and turn the TV back on with the remote. The penetrating noise of the cartoon he was watching filled the room once again. Key walked away, muttering something in the likes of how unbelievable this boy was being, that he was such a brat and that Minho had better shapen him up before his balls really end up in the blender. Jonghyun silently followed his roommate back to their room in the hopes of at least shutting /Key/ up (since /one/ frustratingly noisy member in the dorm is hell enough) and Onew shook his head in disapproval before asking Taemin to go back to bed. Of course, he was ignored. Defeated, he retreated back to his own bedroom, remarking to the younger boy that he can stay up all he wanted, just have the courtesy to turn the volume down.

The truth of the matter is that Taemin would have gone to bed obediently. He would have shut the TV off and snuggled back into the warmth and comfort of his own bed. It's just that he was hoping it would be Minho who would tell him to go to bed; he was hoping that it wasn't Onew or Key or Jonghyun that scrambled out of their rooms and chided him to go to back to sleep. All he wanted was to see Minho and hear his deep, hallowing voice tell him what his other hyungs told him. He never did, and so the younger boy stayed up till the crack of dawn. Waiting.

(But he still never did.)

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Actually, it began way before that. It all started when Minho had come home from a long day out with the boys' manager.

"Did you do a Dream Team recording?" Taemin asked him as he entered the bedroom they shared together. The maknae was lying on his bed, already tucked in and ready to sleep and trying to read one of Minho's books.

"No," came his reply. He stayed silent as he stripped off the light blue button down shirt and his jeans that he wore all day. Taemin idly lowered down the book to watch Minho's taut, muscular body flex while the older boy put on a comfortable t-shirt and his pajamas. Minho still had not uttered another word as he left the room to perform his usual nightly routines of washing his face up and brushing his teeth.

It was normal for Minho to be so introverted and for words to come out as rarely as finding a gem in the sand, but Taemin knew that there was something off in the older boy. When Minho had finally concluded his bedtime rites, he climbed onto Taemin's bed, held the boy close to him, and kissed him on the cheek. His eyes were beginning to close when Taemin asked him what he did that day.

"I had an offer," Minho said. As tired as he was, he kept his eyes closed and buried his head deeper onto the crook of the younger boy's neck. "For another drama."

A huge smile crept up Taemin's plush face. "Oh, hyung! That's so cool!" Taemin could feel the low rumble in Minho's chest as he chuckled.

"Not so much," replied Minho. "This means that I'll be a lot busier than I am now; I won't see you as much anymore."

Taemin's smile faded away rather quickly. "Oh."

"Yeah, but I couldn't really refuse it, you know? This drama production looks like its going to be a big hit and they really wanted me to do it." Minho opened his eyes to see the hurt on Taemin's face. He sat up to bring Taemin closer around his large, warm body and kissed him. "I'm sorry, baby. I really am."

"It's okay, hyung. I understand, really. I know how much you've always wanted to be in a bigger drama." He forced out a smile. "I'll be rooting for you and I'll watch it diligently every night it's showing and then I'll go to the fancafes and talk about how good your performance was in each episode. I'll be your number one fan, hyung. Don't worry."

"I thought you already were," Minho said teasingly. He crept his hand around Taemin's neck to kiss him even more passionately, their tongues grazing against each other in a playful battle. Minho's free hand slipped underneath their covers and languidly found their way under Taemin's shirt. He rubbed gently at the smooth and soft expanse that was his stomach, before naughtily lowering his hand down to his pelvis. Taemin let out a little moan as Minho's large hands caressed him along his sides and when he finally reached the boy's thighs, neither Minho nor Taemin could take it any longer.

"You don't know how badly I wanted you today, Taemin," Minho murmured into their kiss. "To be honest, I really wasn't listening at that stupid meeting anyway. I couldn't stop thinking about you." His lips left Taemin's plumper ones and he pecked little kisses from the corner of his mouth down to his jaw and his neck, simultaneously working to pry the boy's bright yellow Hamtaro t-shirt off of him. "I couldn't stop thinking about what you were doing each minute," he stopped to leave a kiss on every exposed part of his body. "I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd do to you if we were alone in a room together."

Taemin purred stealthily under Minho's voice. "Tell me, hyung," he cooed. "What did you want to do to me?"

By now, the younger boy's shirt was off and thrown carelessly onto the floor and Minho's lips were latched onto every bit of his skin. "I'd touch you; leave you writhing underneath me. You're so beautiful when you're so helpless."

Minho moved lower on the bed, his fingers hooking onto the elastic waistband of Taemin's cotton pajama bottoms. He pulled it down slowly, his eyes glazing over the milky white skin of Taemin's perfect thighs. There was a bulge forming inside of Taemin's little underwear and Minho palmed it gently, earning a gorgeous moan from the boy. He wasted no more time when he extricated the boy's underwear to reveal a very throbbing cock, and with one swipe of his tongue, Minho had Taemin under his spell.

"Oh, hyung..." Taemin breathed out. He shut his eyes tightly and jerked his hips up against Minho's mouth, wanting more. "Please, hyung."

A smirk formed on Minho's lips right before he took Taemin's hot member in his hand and slowly pumped it. Taemin's libido shot up at Minho's touch and he began to move his hips hurriedly against Minho's slow and teasing grip. Minho held the boy's hips down.

"Baby, you're too excited," he said. "Let me handle it. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"Minho..." Taemin whined, any formalities pushed aside.

Minho leaned over and finally swallowed Taemin's cock whole. His mouth did its magic as he hollowed his cheeks in and worked his head to create a pleasurable suction. Taemin couldn't contain himself when Minho's tongue had begun to swirl around his member and on the tip. Minho's retracted his hands from holding down Taemin's body to massage and knead on the boy's balls. A loud, painfully erotic moan escaped Taemin and it had turned Minho on. He mewled into Taemin's dick, hearing his lover be so caught up. The vibration of Minho's voice sent a pleasurably familiar sensation to the pit of Taemin's stomach, and he was so sure he was close enough.

"Minho," Taemin panted out. "I'm so... Oh, Minho... I-I'm - "

The older boy didn't need a dictionary to decipher what Taemin was trying to tell him. The way his voice had reached a luxuriously high pitched tone and how his back arched graciously, Minho could tell that he was near his breaking point. And he was right; a split second later, Taemin's seed had spurted all over Minho's mouth. The younger boy collapsed back down on his back, eyes opening up to see his boyfriend swallowing the last bits of his orgasm. Taemin reached up to pull him in closer and stole a kiss, the taste of himself mixed in with Minho's kiss always being one of his favorite guilty pleasures.

"Hyung, what's your new drama about?" Taemin asked Minho very much later in the night. The maknae's clothes were now back in tact with his little body and Minho's body was now curved against Taemin's, his broad, strong arms locking the boy's lithe body with his.

"Hm?" Minho mumbled out sleepily.

"What's your new drama about?" Taemin reiterated.

"Oh, um," Minho racked through his tired brain. "I think they said it was a love story, or something."

"Who's your co-star?"

"They mentioned Yoona-noona."

Taemin frowned in the dark. "Oh."

Though it was dark and his back was against him, Minho could tell that Taemin felt a little down again. "I don't know, I'm not too sure. I told you, I wasn't really listening at the meeting, remember?" Minho kissed Taemin's neck.

"But hyung," Taemin said.

"Yes?"

"Just promise me one thing, okay?"

"What is it, Taemin?"

Taemin turned his body around so he could face Minho. From the faint moonlight peeking through their bedroom window, Minho could see the large choclate orbs of Taemin's eyes.

"Hyung, just promise me that whenever you have to do kissing scenes with noona, don't kiss her the way you kiss me. And don't look at her the way you look at me."

Minho kept silent, watching Taemin's expression. After a while he finally said, "Taemin, I have never looked at another person the same way I look at you, and I never will kiss another person the same way I kiss you. Never did and never will. Promise."

And with that, Minho placed a delicate kiss on the top of Taemin's soft hair.

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Apart from his lazy state of mind and the harboring of his emotions, Minho was a very well brought up boy. He had an older brother whom he's always looked up to, but the minute his life turned inexplicably around for the better (or probably worse), his incorruptible demeanor only began to dminish. Slowly, of course.

The first to notice this was Onew.

Not everyone was aware of this, but the second most introvert, most quiet member of the Shinee dorm was Onew. As the vigilant leader of a group of young, slightly boisterous boys, he had the notion to keep up with his watchful eye and observe with pacifying placidness. He knew each and every idiosyncrasy of his fellow bandmates; he knew how cranky Jonghyun got when no one would feed him after noontime or how loud Key snores if he's really, honestly exhausted or the things Taemin says while under the intoxicating influence of too much sugar and candy (as untactfully provided by his provident Key-hyung). So when Minho finally decides to break general dorm rules of not using your cellphone before going to bed, Onew knows that something's wrong with the kid. Key doesn't see it; Jonghyun doesn't see it; and, sadly, Taemin fails to see it, too. It is only Onew who takes up on this little "out of tradition" habit of Minho's, and breaking any general dorm rule was something that taller boy would have never done in a million years.

It crosses the leader's mind only slightly, but it happens to come back again and again when Minho is continuously reproved by their manager about texting before going to bed and that's when a large chalkboard is propped up inside Onew's mind. In a minute, his mind races as an imaginary hand glides a piece of chalk on this board and lays out the details and puzzles that only begins to burgeon out of Minho's odd behavior. Onew mentally takes note of when this all began and then works on /how/ or /why/ he's acting so differently.

His mindset declares that it probably all initiated around the time he began filming for his new drama. It wasn't as aggravated in the beginning, of course. He only texted for a few minutes each time the minute he got home from a day of shooting to the minute he got into bed. But as his drama started rolling along, his "textcapades" soon seemed more apparent and Onew starts to also take note that Taemin doesn't also see this. Yet.