"I made your favourite." 

Title: Kiss Kiss

summary: "What's so funny about your boyfriend being molested?"

Taemin works as a kindergarten teacher and sometimes the parents are as much work as the kids.

pairing: 2min

genre: humour, romcom

word count: 745

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Minho burst out laughing. His boisterous hiccups filled the room and, unfortunately, Taemin's ears too, making his crossed arms quiver in irritation.

"What's so funny about your boyfriend being molested?" he hissed.

"Oh gosh, Tae, chill. It was just a kiss. From an eighty-year-old man!" Minho contested, still giggling as he flipped whatever was on the pan that Taemin couldn't see.

He had started working as a kindergarten teacher just a couple of years before. Despite his apparent shyness, the kids always found a way to put him at ease- there was especially one little boy he paid extra attention to: since their ferocious divorce, his parents had entrusted his grandfather to care for him.

The old man was an estimable, pleasant former handyman who Taemin often chatted with when he came to pick up his grandson. He considered that man a fairly close friend of his.

That day, he had broken some big news to him: twenty years after his wife's passing, he had met a lovely lady from across the street, dated her a few months and, just the previous evening, he had proposed to her.

Taemin was ecstatic, the man not as much. 

He had been faithful to his wife from their teenager days to decades after her passing, and now that he was about to marry this new delightful lady, he realized he was precluding himself any opportunity to explore 'the other shore'.

He always knew he 'swung both ways', so he insisted he needed to kiss another man before getting married.

As Taemin enunciated the best persuasive speech he could compose in such an inelegant situation, the man kissed his lips. 

He parted after ten excruciatingly long seconds with a loud 'mwuah' and a thrilled 'yeah, that's the stuff!'. 

He then walked away, leaving an astounded, paralyzed Taemin to stand there like a statue, eyes wide and lips warped in a horrified grimace.

"Well too bad he didn't slap my or you'd be rolling on the floor!" he yelled. 

"What do you want me to do? Beat him up? Hide his denture cream?" Minho joked while he chopped up some vegetables and spices. 

"He kissed me against my will! His drool and...ancient dusty lips on mine!" he recalled, swamped by shivers at the sole memory of it. "And I'll have to see him at work every day."

Minho laughed even harder.

"You piece of ! You don't care about me." Taemin raged. "You only want to use then toss me away like a cigarette. To put me on then throw me away like you always do with your ing coat. Who cares if it lands on the sofa or the ground after you don't need it anymore, right?"

"Why are you saying that?" Minho argued equally as loud. He reached for an onion and sliced it up.

"You're not jealous at all." 

"Of a man as old as the Mona Lisa?"

"Ok, then you're not the littlest bit possessive!" he retorted. "Don't you care that someone else kissed me? Kissed my lips? These?" he emphasized by drawing circles on his mouth with his forefinger. 

"If it were a valuable opponent, maybe?" Minho shrugged.

"Ok, he disrespected me. How about that?"

"Geez. Taemin, take it easy. It was an innocent peck from an old man you've cared about since the first day at work, you said so yourself." he pointed the knife at his lover. 

Not threateningly but as a spontaneous, mildly accusatory gesture to prove his point.

Though, his touchy, easily-offended boyfriend did take that accusation as personally as one would take a threat. 

"See? You don't love me." he inferred as if it were the most logical implication of Minho's words. "I would be mad if an old man kissed you."

"Ok, I guess I'll take the tennis balls out of his walker, then." he turned around to empty the cutting board on the pan.

"Why don't you love me!" Taemin cried out dramatically and dumped his body on the chair. 

He wasn't upset about the kiss, but the fact that his boyfriend had no reaction to it did tick him off.

"Whiny, needy, thin-skinned and cloud-headed to the point of not noticing one's blatant come-ons," Minho spun to face him. "How can I not love you?"

He had a wide, heart-warming grin on his lips and a plate with a fuming steak in his hands. "Good! You're already sitting," he beamed and placed the dish in front of Taemin. "Brace yourself, I made your favourite~"