Written for caline's 2min contest, for her & for all the 2min lovers <3

Minho could hear the distinctive voices of his old schoolmates, all were dissipated from the alcohol and were laughing like idiots, which Minho found to be quite annoying because he was trying to get some rest after being knocked out from indulging himself with too much alcoholic beverages himself. But as things began to quiet down, he slipped away into his sub-consciousness and felt feeble fingers gently brushing against the side of his cheek. Then, he heard some murmuring that he couldn’t make out clearly except for that one word that sounded like it was the only thing he could understand from the foreign language his mind was currently processing… Taemin.

Through the small slits of his eyes that he fought hard to lift open, he manage to catch a small glimpse of the figure. Everything was too blurry but he could tell that the person was looking down at him. ‘I must be dreaming of him again…’ Minho concluded in his head as the lids of his eyes drooped down. He’s been dreaming about his ex-lover frequently for some reason. Suddenly, Minho could have sworn he felt quivering lips touching his forehead, and then pulling away which caused the drunken male to indistinctively grab his ex-lover. The other jumped from shock, trying to pull away but Minho didn’t dare loosen his grip… In every dream Minho has had of Taemin, he’s grabbed him and has apologized so many times, so much that Minho believed that cause of it was because of the guilt he had felt back then… and also perhaps it may be because his feelings for Taemin then were still lingering within the depths of his heart. Like in the countless dreams before, Minho wanted to apologize, to hold him, to say that his feelings of love were always true, but this time… he couldn’t seem to find his voice. All the words of longing, love, anger, and hate were repeating all in his head as he passed out.