I woke up, apparently, having feels about Taemin’s rosary, so I wrote this on my phone and I’m copying and pasting it to my tumblr. Let me know if there are any embarrassing autocorrects. Also, read more’s are hard on my phone, so there will be none of that.
Taemin didn’t realize he was rubbing at his rosary, rotating it around his wrist, thumb catching at the beads, until a warm hand was over his, stopping the movement. He glanced down first at the hand, saw the faint pink streaks where the beads had been pressed too hard into his skin, then up at the face looking down at him.
"Everything all right?" Minho asked.
Taemin blinked, mind slow to reengage. “Yeah.”
Minho sat down beside him, hand still over Taemin’s wrist. He was pressing the wood deeper into Taemin’s skin, but it didn’t hurt. Truthfully, he hardly noticed it. Minho’s thumb brushed over the back of his hand.
"You only play with that when you’re upset."
Minho laughed, voice soft in the otherwise loud airport. “You’re adorable. Really though, what’s wrong?”
"Nothing, honestly. I’ve just been feeling…" Taemin cast about in his mind for a few seconds, trying to find the right word. Minho waited, patient. "…Unsettled, lately."
"I don’t know. I just feel a little off. It’s okay though. I get this way sometimes. It’ll pass."
Minho leaned in close and under the pretense of whispering, “As long as you’re really okay” in Taemin’s ear, he brushed his lips across Taemin’s cheek. Taemin smiled faintly.
"I will be."
"Good, but stop with that. You’re going to hurt yourself."
Taemin put his hand over Minho’s and wished they were alone so he could kiss him properly. He only rested his cheek against Minho’s shoulder.
"It’ll be all right, Taeminnie." Taemin made a soft sound of agreement and pressed a little closer to Minho.