The mug in Taemin's hands warmed his body. He clutched to the white porcelain and in the heat. He watched as tendrils of steam, curling and intertwining, left the glassy brown surface of the coffee and lifted into the air without care. he breathed in deeply, letting the smell of the dark, hot coffee fill his senses. It was rich and took away the coldness he felt.

He was sitting on an old sofa, the cushions were worn and creased right in the middle from people sitting there so much. The thick blanket wrapped around him was slightly wet where his hair touched it and dampened it. The rest of him was dry, his old, soggy clothes had been exchanged for larger, drier ones. He analyzed the room around him. it wasn't the largest room he had seen, but it was big enough. There wasn't much in the room, but it seemed like a lot from the lack of space.

In one corner, their was an old bed, it was also worn like the small couch he was currently sitting on. The covers were thrown about and wrinkled. He shifted his gaze to the other side of the room where a desk was, papers were scattered, crumpled, and tossed about carelessly. Pens and pencils were also scattered. But, it was neatly and perfectly placed across from him that interested him the most.

A single easel Stood, like a lone soldier. Upon it was a half done painting, still in the stages of being sketched and planned. Their was only a soft wash of color coating the canvas. The canvas looked delicate and almost precious, shrine-like with it's own place to stand tall in the center of the room. Taemin stared at it, wondering what the finished product would look like and if he would be able to see it one day. His daze was interupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Are you cold?" A deep voice asked. Taemin looked up at the source of the voice and was mesmerized.

The man before him was tall, reaching unbelievable heights. His hair was wet, his long locks clumping a bit and curling around his ears. His skin still had a sheen from the rain water and it glowed softly in the low light. Taemin couldn't help but try to memorize his face and all the strong, graceful features. The man himself seemed like a work of art. 

"I'm fine." Taemin said. He was thankful his cheeks were already red from the rain so the other boy wouldn't notice his obvisous blush.

"I'm Minho by the way." He introduced himself. His voice was deep and rich like dark choloate. It rolled out of his throat, rumbling and bubbling out. Taemin loved every deep and sweet note.

"My name is Taemin." He said softly, his voice was barely above a cautious whisper. He gripped tighter onto his mug, staring down at his contents.

"It's nice to meet you. I just wish It was in better circumstances." Minho said, a soft smile on his lips. His smile brightened the mood slightly making Taemin feel more comfortable.

"Thank you by the way." Taemin responded quietly. He didn't know how he could properly thank his savior, so he merely kept his head down.

"You don't have to thank me." Minho chuckled softly. His laugh was like a bubbling stream, it flowed easily from his throat, sumbling and stumbling over stones. Taemin watched as his adam's apple bounced softly under his creamy white skin.

"You don't understand. I really am in debt to you," Taemin said with utmost certaintity, "I owe you one, hyung."

Minho shook his head, his glance gliding over to where Taemin's soaking wet bag laid on his floor.

"All your school things got ruined," he said more to himself than to Taemin. Taemin nodded sadly and thought about how screwed his was for classes tomorrow.

"If you are a student, why were you walking home alone so late?" Minho asked, sudden curiosity striking him. Taemin cleared his throat as if he was going to tell a long tale about his life story that was hours long. However, he only uttered a mere sentence.

"Tutoring ran late again today." He said as if it was an obivious thing. Minho shook his head showing his lack of approval.

"Again? I don't want you walking home by yourself then. I'll take you home from now." Minho said as if it had already been decided. Taemin opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

"When do you stay late after school?" Minho asked, his mind already made up.

"Almost everyday..." Taemin answered back, almost ashamed that he needed so much help in his schooling. Mnho nodded as if that settled the subject.

"How far is your home?" Minho asked another question catching Taemin off guard again.

"Uh... it's about a thirty minute walk from here. He said softly. He looked out Minho's window and looked outside into the rain. The rain was still going steadily, hitting the window pane and rolling down in streams. He wondered if the man had run off yet. He felt a shiver run down his back thinking about him. Minho had insisted calling the police, but he protested fully because he didn't want that kind of trouble out of this. Taemin perfered to just forget the whole thing.

"Is anyone expecting you home?" Minho askeadding yet another question to his stock pile of them. Taemin shook his head in response, his father was working a night shift tonight and wouldn't care anyway.

"Then I guess you'll stay here tonight." He said. A small smile graced his lips and Taemin's breath hitched in his throat when he saw the gentle beauty of it.

Taemin nodded, almost nervous to be staying in the older man's small apartment. Minho looked around, unsure of how they would sleep. Minho finally decided the couch would be too uncomfortable and that they should both just sleep in his bed. 

Taemin's eyes flicked nervously from Minho to his bed. Minho's face was kind and coaxed him to lay down besdie him, but Taemin couldn't help but be a little reluctant. He slowly slid under the covers and pulled them up to his chin. The room was dark and the only sounds he could hear were Minho's steady breathing, his own erratic heart beat and the sound of the rain pelting the roof. 

He was facing away from Minho, their backs barely grazing now and then as they turned to get in more comfortable positions. Even from their short distance, Taemin could feel Minho's warmth and it soothed him. He was in an almost dream like state, his body numb and almost asleep. Then he felt the bed shift under a heavy weight. He stiffened. He could feel Minho's hot breath ghost over his neck, causing a million little goose bumps to form there.

At this point, he was fully awake, his back stiff and his body tense. Then he heard a soft mumble from Minho, a low grumbling noise from him being half asleep. Taemin almost laughed at how cute and innocent it was. But, before he could even let out a small giggle, he felt an arm, hot and heavy, sling over his waist. He held his breath in shock. Minho's heat was transferring from his arm into Taemin.

After a few calming breathes, Taemin was able to clear his mind enough to be able to think again. He thought that obviously the man before him was half asleep and unaware of what he was doing. Taemin relaxed into the feel of it. As he relaxed, Minho's are gripped tighter at his waist, pulling their bodies so close that Taemin's back was pressed against Minho's strong back.

Taemin could feel as Minho's chest rose and fell with his breaths. He could feel steamy air hitting the back of his neck in time with the rising of the other's chest. He couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it. He loved how close and initimate the moment was. It was honestly hard for him to sleep. Even though he hadn't known Minho long, he still liked him. He knew that was childish, but it was like in those fairytales. When the prince came to save the princess from some bad guy, that was Minho who had saved him. Minho was like an angelic prince in Taemin's mind.

Somehow, the night turned to day, a rather gloomy and still rather rainy day. When Taemin woke up, he couldn't feel the warmth of Minho's arm around him anymore. He sat up in the bed and looked around. Their was little light in the room and he was shivering from the lack of warmth he felt. He didn't know what to do or if he should just wait for the older to come back. However, he wasn't left in comtemplation for long.

Minho came in from the bathroom, the outlying peices of his hair wet, evidence that he ahd at least watched his face. He was smiling, wide and bright. Taemin felt his heart throb a bit.

"You finally woke up." He said and he looked genuinely happy that Taemin was awake.

"Good Morning." Taemin responded awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. But, Minho seemed pleased with the answer.

"Well, you better hurry up and take a shower or whatever. We have a lot to do today." He said cheerfully. He racked a hand through his desheveled hair. Taemin didn't even realize he hadn't showered. He suddenly felt self conscious about his apperance infront of the older.

"We have a lot to do?" Taemin asked confused, he didn't know what their was to do. Expecially if it was together. He wasn't sure about many things lately. Minho just let out a carefree chuckle and guided Taemin to the bathroom.

"We do have a lot to do. But we'll talk about that after you shower." he said and closed the door after Taemin, caturing him in his bathroom.

I won't mind as long as I get to spend time with him. Taemin thought to himself.