Pairing: Minho x Taemin
Words: 1, 727
Taemin looked at Minho and saw it in his eyes, he could sense it. This wasn’t any normal staring contest. They weren’t talking but they were sending messages to each other; hazel brown eyes to hazel brown eyes they were passing messages in secrecy through lust-filled eyes. Heart racing inside of his suit, Taemin reached up to fidget with the oxygen tubing that snuck its way into his dome helmet.
They were two astronauts looking at each other but not being able to touch, their uniforms something out of a storybook and all too constricting for Taemin’s liking. Even if he tried to touch him, it wasn’t the same; they’d be separated between layers and layers of protective material. As the desire grew more and more he began to wonder what was more important: breathing or feeling Minho’s skin beneath the pads of his fingertips.