Chapter Eleven
Title: To Write Love on His Arms
Pairing: 2min, Jongkey (if you squint)
Rating: NC-17 (for later chapters)
Genre: AU, fluff, smut, high school, romance
Summary: Minho is one of the most popular boys in school and has his world come crashing down around him when he has to move. Taemin has had a crush on Minho since he could remember and decided he was going to do something about it with his last chance to make his move.
The two lanky teenagers bumped together as they walked to the parking lot. They spoke quickly with excitement about spending the entire night practicing together. Who would have thought the soccer player and silent dancer would become friends through their common interest in music and their dislike for the English language.
Taemin’s hands flew all over the place as he stopped with the eldest of Minho's group at the black car. “You have got to be kidding me? I know my Donghae-hyung, the one I learned after as a freshman, is not Minho’s hyung. They're just... too different.”
“Seriously he is,” Onew insisted, shoving a hand in his back pocket, “I knew you looked up to him, I thought you deserved a fair warning.”
The small dancer crossed his arms over his chest, ready to protest again, but he was cut off by a certain soccer player unlocking the car. “Jinki~hyung, what’d you say to piss off Taemin?”
“That you’re hyung is like his most favorite person in the whole wide world. His ‘musical appa’ or something like that.” The elder male shrugged as if in to say, ‘I have nothing to do with it’.
“No, that’s not what I meant Onew-hyung,” Taemin huffed and turned to Minho to explain. “It’s like this. Last year we had the same class right? Well, we were all like a big family. Donghae was the appa, Key was the umma, even though Donghae left him for Eunhyuk and they adopted me. Make sense?”
Minho blinked and then shook his head, looking even more confused than Onew had when he was told the story. “My hyung adopted you?”
The dancer stamped his foot in frustration. “You don’t get it either.” The full lips formed in a soft pout and he crossed his arms.
The tanned male patted the small shoulder kindly. “I’m sure I don’t and probably never will.” The large round eyes focused on the small pout and Minho subconiously licked his lips.
The chocolate brown eyes turned towards the heavens as the other two friends approached. The peers broke up into two separate groups: Taemin, Minho, and Key in the popular boy's car and Jonghyun and Onew in the elder boy's car. They all drove to Minho’s home ready to have fun and hang out.
“I’m home hyung!” Minho called out into the nearly quiet home. The only sound heard by the five boys was music that filtered through the upstairs. The whole house was covered in cardboard boxes. Some half filled most still empty and flat on the floor.
A thumping noise was heard as someone walked down the stairs grumbling softly. “Why’d you have to come home so early damnit?” A thin male with black hair sweeping in front of his eyes descended the stairs scowling. The older male stopped at the bottom of the staircase and crossed his arms. “I was just finishing up my drawing of…” The sharp eyes lazily looked over the group before him. “Omo… My… Lee Taemin? Is that you?”
Taemin grinned and dropped his bag to the floor. “Donghae appa?” The elderest male opened his arms for the anticipated hug just seconds before the boy who was four years older than him flung his arms around Taemin's neck, making him stumble backwards laughing.
“Taeminnie~ah, my beloved son!”
The two dancers laughed as they clutched onto one another, well aware of all the eyes on them. What in fucking hell… I thought he liked me, not my fucking brother… Minho subconsciously clenched his jaw and turned on his heel to head down the flight of steps that led to the basement, avoiding the burning feeling creeping through his veins.
The other five boys soon followed suit, the two newly reunited friends trailing at the ends, talking in excited voices about their past few years apart. Down in the basement there was a studio room. Part of it was a small recording room, all the control boards and sound equipment were begging to be used. The other part was a small dance area, with mirrors as well. Taemin looked around with his mouth agape.
“Wow…” he breathed as he walked forward.
The two brothers shrugged at the same time and Minho said, “Umma had it put in a long time ago. She’s a big musical producer. That’s one reason why we have to move.”
Taemin nodded and ambled over to where Key was sitting on the black couch and sat next to him. For once the skinny boy’s nerves weren’t causing him to shake with excitement. He was comfortable and relaxed. Taemin figured it was just the fact that there were so many people around that he didn’t have a reason to start freaking out.
“Why are all you guys here by the way?” Donghae asked settling down next to Taemin.
Onew smiled and sat on the middle of the wooden dance floor. “We’re practicing for the concert.”
“Mainly just shooting the shit,” Jonghyun said and sat down in one of the office chairs.
“Sounds like fun… I’ll just stay down here… to supervise you all… and make sure… you don’t… do naughty…things…” Donghae said while slowly reaching over to the unsuspecting Taemin and tickling his side, which caused the youngest boy to yelp in surprise and jump away from him.
“HYUNG!”
“What?”
“You two are freaks…” Minho muttered after wandering over to the sound booth and tweaking some knobs. “C’mon Taemin~ah, we can go into the booth to practice, there's a keyboard in there and let them sort out the rest.”
“Aw, you can’t take away my son Minho…” The oldest male pouted as he crossed his arms.
The soccer player looked up as he started shuffling into the Plexiglas room. “I think I just did.” Taemin bounced into the space before Minho smiling and then he plopped down on one of the stools as the door shut behind the taller.
“Wanna make it through without any mistakes?” Taemin asked, flicking some hair out of his face as he took in the medium sized room.
Minho took the other stool near Taemin and watched the boy set up the electric keyboard. “Yea, we have to make it perfect.”
Key was peering at his friend through the window and saw the couple interact. They were in the moment, one playing his instrument and the other concentrating on their rap. It was as if the world had fallen away and nothing else existed outside of the recording booth. Then they paused and cracked smiles at one another in silent laughter. Taemin looked so happy, so content. The diva almost hoped it could last, even after the move.
--
The group had practiced, eaten on pizza, and thoroughly enjoyed the first few hours of their stay in the Choi home. Donghae and Taemin had caught up in between it all and were now sitting in the kitchen alone as the other boys battled over who would get to play what on Rock Band. Minho had automatically claimed drums and no one could take his place simply because he held the best rhythm. It was more of a squabble between Key and Jonghyun about who would play the guitar and who would sing. Obviously Key won the battle when Jonghyun’s voice was amplified through the TV a few moments later when the game started.
"Taeminnie?” Donghae sat at the small bar area, swirling the water in his glass, looking thoughtful.
Taemin, who had showered and had let his hair air dry naturally straight, was nibbling on a cookie as he avoided staring into the living room at Minho’s back. “Yes hyung?” His chocolate brown eyes snapped over to the older male.
“How are things between you and Joon?”
The younger teen visibly stiffened as he removed the cookie from his mouth. “It’s fine. Nothing’s happened and he’s dating Mir now.”
“He hasn’t said anything out of line to you has he?” Neither boy would look at each other as the continued to look down at their hands.
Taemin shook his head. “No. After the trial he only works on dancing with me at school. He doesn’t even talk to me anymore.”
“That’s great.” Donghae visibly relaxed. Then he said softly with anger lacing his words lightly. “How could you just forgive him for what he did Taemin? What he tried to do?”
“It was two year ago. He didn’t mean it and it was an accident…”
“Taemin! Forcing yourself on your boyfriend isn’t an accident!” Donghae stood up, nearly spilling the water onto the counter.
Taemin sighed audibly and looked at his fuming friend. “Look, nothing happened. He may have tried to but…”
“Luckily you scratched his eyes out. I know that. I heard it the first time. But you didn’t see how broken you were! How unhealthily you threw yourself into that stupid crush you’ve had since before you knew what a hard-on was. I’ve heard the stupid story Taemin! It doesn’t change the fact that you were nearly raped. I wanted to kill the fucker, but you forgave him!”
“Donghae!” Neither one of the dark haired males had noticed that the game in the other room and four boys were watching them. Finally Key had taken enough, knowing the story just as much as Donghae. “Taemin~ah is not you Donghae. He knows how he felt and maybe the fantasy he lived was what helped him through it.”
“Maybe he doesn’t know what’s best for him.”
“Maybe you need to stop talking about Taemin like he isn’t in the room,” Minho said slowly walking over to the smaller male who seemed on the verge of yelling or breaking down in tears.
Donghae sighed and looked over at his friend. “I’m sorry Taemin~ah. I just… What he did infuriates me. He should have never touched you like that.”
“It’s fine. I know you’re a little hot headed Donghae~shi. You’ve always looked out for me.” The pale boy gave a soft smile.
Donghae grinned back, seeing his brother standing near his friend. “Taemin~ah… you never told me who was the mystery crush was. No matter how long I’ve known you.”
“And I’m not planning to. That’s only between me and Key-umma.”
“What? Kibummie knows but not me?” Donghae gasped in mock shock.
Minho chuckled softly and tugged on a strand of Taemin’s hair jokingly. “Maybe he knows you’d blow it out of proportion and try to kill them. I remember what you did to poor Eunhyuk when he dated Siwon for a few days.”
The dancer nodded. “Yea, you said he was a jerk and you even paid him to stop seeing Eunhyuk~hyung.”
“Well, he was a jerk…” Donghae mumbled, looking down as his cheeks began to slowly tint pink.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes. “Okay it’s obvious Donghae~hyung. Just say it before I dye your hair bright orange again.”
“Oh god, that was the most horrible color for me.”
"You know you should just call him and tell him hyung... I'm pretty sure he likes you too." Taemin smiled and nodded, swinging his legs on the bar stool he sat on. "Why don't you do it now... we'll give you your space." The youngest smiled, hoping off the seat and wandering over to the game, looking confused. "How do you start this thing?"
Some of the elder boys chuckled at him as Donghae slipped out of the room, looking at Key's phone as the boy talked to him in a demanding tone. They played through a few songs before Donghae returned, smiling widely and looking please. "Omo, you finally told him hyung?" Minho asked from his position on the couch, watching the other's play.
Donghae stuck out his tongue playfully. “Merong! Now Taemin just needs to tell his crush and all will be wonderful!”
Taemin turned to glare at his elder friend as he still held the plastic microphone, singing a few more notes before he said. “Oh please. I am so not telling.”
Donghae shrugged. “Then let them slip away and see if I care.”
“I don’t think you would.”
“You’re right, I don’t.” The oldest male curled up on the couch, grinning like an idot.
Minho grinned silently to himself, knowing all too well that Taemin was telling his crush. Tomorrow to be in fact. The popular boy could barely contain himself as he peeped over at the striking beauty that was Taemin. Even without the nice clothes and fixed hair he utterly breathtaking. The elder boy couldn’t wait until five o’clock tomorrow but he would also enjoy the fact that Taemin was singing and dancing in his living room, being as adorable as always.
Chapter 12
Pairing: 2min, Jongkey (if you squint)
Rating: NC-17 (for later chapters)
Genre: AU, fluff, smut, high school, romance
Summary: Minho is one of the most popular boys in school and has his world come crashing down around him when he has to move. Taemin has had a crush on Minho since he could remember and decided he was going to do something about it with his last chance to make his move.
The two lanky teenagers bumped together as they walked to the parking lot. They spoke quickly with excitement about spending the entire night practicing together. Who would have thought the soccer player and silent dancer would become friends through their common interest in music and their dislike for the English language.
Taemin’s hands flew all over the place as he stopped with the eldest of Minho's group at the black car. “You have got to be kidding me? I know my Donghae-hyung, the one I learned after as a freshman, is not Minho’s hyung. They're just... too different.”
“Seriously he is,” Onew insisted, shoving a hand in his back pocket, “I knew you looked up to him, I thought you deserved a fair warning.”
The small dancer crossed his arms over his chest, ready to protest again, but he was cut off by a certain soccer player unlocking the car. “Jinki~hyung, what’d you say to piss off Taemin?”
“That you’re hyung is like his most favorite person in the whole wide world. His ‘musical appa’ or something like that.” The elder male shrugged as if in to say, ‘I have nothing to do with it’.
“No, that’s not what I meant Onew-hyung,” Taemin huffed and turned to Minho to explain. “It’s like this. Last year we had the same class right? Well, we were all like a big family. Donghae was the appa, Key was the umma, even though Donghae left him for Eunhyuk and they adopted me. Make sense?”
Minho blinked and then shook his head, looking even more confused than Onew had when he was told the story. “My hyung adopted you?”
The dancer stamped his foot in frustration. “You don’t get it either.” The full lips formed in a soft pout and he crossed his arms.
The tanned male patted the small shoulder kindly. “I’m sure I don’t and probably never will.” The large round eyes focused on the small pout and Minho subconiously licked his lips.
The chocolate brown eyes turned towards the heavens as the other two friends approached. The peers broke up into two separate groups: Taemin, Minho, and Key in the popular boy's car and Jonghyun and Onew in the elder boy's car. They all drove to Minho’s home ready to have fun and hang out.
“I’m home hyung!” Minho called out into the nearly quiet home. The only sound heard by the five boys was music that filtered through the upstairs. The whole house was covered in cardboard boxes. Some half filled most still empty and flat on the floor.
A thumping noise was heard as someone walked down the stairs grumbling softly. “Why’d you have to come home so early damnit?” A thin male with black hair sweeping in front of his eyes descended the stairs scowling. The older male stopped at the bottom of the staircase and crossed his arms. “I was just finishing up my drawing of…” The sharp eyes lazily looked over the group before him. “Omo… My… Lee Taemin? Is that you?”
Taemin grinned and dropped his bag to the floor. “Donghae appa?” The elderest male opened his arms for the anticipated hug just seconds before the boy who was four years older than him flung his arms around Taemin's neck, making him stumble backwards laughing.
“Taeminnie~ah, my beloved son!”
The two dancers laughed as they clutched onto one another, well aware of all the eyes on them. What in fucking hell… I thought he liked me, not my fucking brother… Minho subconsciously clenched his jaw and turned on his heel to head down the flight of steps that led to the basement, avoiding the burning feeling creeping through his veins.
The other five boys soon followed suit, the two newly reunited friends trailing at the ends, talking in excited voices about their past few years apart. Down in the basement there was a studio room. Part of it was a small recording room, all the control boards and sound equipment were begging to be used. The other part was a small dance area, with mirrors as well. Taemin looked around with his mouth agape.
“Wow…” he breathed as he walked forward.
The two brothers shrugged at the same time and Minho said, “Umma had it put in a long time ago. She’s a big musical producer. That’s one reason why we have to move.”
Taemin nodded and ambled over to where Key was sitting on the black couch and sat next to him. For once the skinny boy’s nerves weren’t causing him to shake with excitement. He was comfortable and relaxed. Taemin figured it was just the fact that there were so many people around that he didn’t have a reason to start freaking out.
“Why are all you guys here by the way?” Donghae asked settling down next to Taemin.
Onew smiled and sat on the middle of the wooden dance floor. “We’re practicing for the concert.”
“Mainly just shooting the shit,” Jonghyun said and sat down in one of the office chairs.
“Sounds like fun… I’ll just stay down here… to supervise you all… and make sure… you don’t… do naughty…things…” Donghae said while slowly reaching over to the unsuspecting Taemin and tickling his side, which caused the youngest boy to yelp in surprise and jump away from him.
“HYUNG!”
“What?”
“You two are freaks…” Minho muttered after wandering over to the sound booth and tweaking some knobs. “C’mon Taemin~ah, we can go into the booth to practice, there's a keyboard in there and let them sort out the rest.”
“Aw, you can’t take away my son Minho…” The oldest male pouted as he crossed his arms.
The soccer player looked up as he started shuffling into the Plexiglas room. “I think I just did.” Taemin bounced into the space before Minho smiling and then he plopped down on one of the stools as the door shut behind the taller.
“Wanna make it through without any mistakes?” Taemin asked, flicking some hair out of his face as he took in the medium sized room.
Minho took the other stool near Taemin and watched the boy set up the electric keyboard. “Yea, we have to make it perfect.”
Key was peering at his friend through the window and saw the couple interact. They were in the moment, one playing his instrument and the other concentrating on their rap. It was as if the world had fallen away and nothing else existed outside of the recording booth. Then they paused and cracked smiles at one another in silent laughter. Taemin looked so happy, so content. The diva almost hoped it could last, even after the move.
--
The group had practiced, eaten on pizza, and thoroughly enjoyed the first few hours of their stay in the Choi home. Donghae and Taemin had caught up in between it all and were now sitting in the kitchen alone as the other boys battled over who would get to play what on Rock Band. Minho had automatically claimed drums and no one could take his place simply because he held the best rhythm. It was more of a squabble between Key and Jonghyun about who would play the guitar and who would sing. Obviously Key won the battle when Jonghyun’s voice was amplified through the TV a few moments later when the game started.
"Taeminnie?” Donghae sat at the small bar area, swirling the water in his glass, looking thoughtful.
Taemin, who had showered and had let his hair air dry naturally straight, was nibbling on a cookie as he avoided staring into the living room at Minho’s back. “Yes hyung?” His chocolate brown eyes snapped over to the older male.
“How are things between you and Joon?”
The younger teen visibly stiffened as he removed the cookie from his mouth. “It’s fine. Nothing’s happened and he’s dating Mir now.”
“He hasn’t said anything out of line to you has he?” Neither boy would look at each other as the continued to look down at their hands.
Taemin shook his head. “No. After the trial he only works on dancing with me at school. He doesn’t even talk to me anymore.”
“That’s great.” Donghae visibly relaxed. Then he said softly with anger lacing his words lightly. “How could you just forgive him for what he did Taemin? What he tried to do?”
“It was two year ago. He didn’t mean it and it was an accident…”
“Taemin! Forcing yourself on your boyfriend isn’t an accident!” Donghae stood up, nearly spilling the water onto the counter.
Taemin sighed audibly and looked at his fuming friend. “Look, nothing happened. He may have tried to but…”
“Luckily you scratched his eyes out. I know that. I heard it the first time. But you didn’t see how broken you were! How unhealthily you threw yourself into that stupid crush you’ve had since before you knew what a hard-on was. I’ve heard the stupid story Taemin! It doesn’t change the fact that you were nearly raped. I wanted to kill the fucker, but you forgave him!”
“Donghae!” Neither one of the dark haired males had noticed that the game in the other room and four boys were watching them. Finally Key had taken enough, knowing the story just as much as Donghae. “Taemin~ah is not you Donghae. He knows how he felt and maybe the fantasy he lived was what helped him through it.”
“Maybe he doesn’t know what’s best for him.”
“Maybe you need to stop talking about Taemin like he isn’t in the room,” Minho said slowly walking over to the smaller male who seemed on the verge of yelling or breaking down in tears.
Donghae sighed and looked over at his friend. “I’m sorry Taemin~ah. I just… What he did infuriates me. He should have never touched you like that.”
“It’s fine. I know you’re a little hot headed Donghae~shi. You’ve always looked out for me.” The pale boy gave a soft smile.
Donghae grinned back, seeing his brother standing near his friend. “Taemin~ah… you never told me who was the mystery crush was. No matter how long I’ve known you.”
“And I’m not planning to. That’s only between me and Key-umma.”
“What? Kibummie knows but not me?” Donghae gasped in mock shock.
Minho chuckled softly and tugged on a strand of Taemin’s hair jokingly. “Maybe he knows you’d blow it out of proportion and try to kill them. I remember what you did to poor Eunhyuk when he dated Siwon for a few days.”
The dancer nodded. “Yea, you said he was a jerk and you even paid him to stop seeing Eunhyuk~hyung.”
“Well, he was a jerk…” Donghae mumbled, looking down as his cheeks began to slowly tint pink.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes. “Okay it’s obvious Donghae~hyung. Just say it before I dye your hair bright orange again.”
“Oh god, that was the most horrible color for me.”
"You know you should just call him and tell him hyung... I'm pretty sure he likes you too." Taemin smiled and nodded, swinging his legs on the bar stool he sat on. "Why don't you do it now... we'll give you your space." The youngest smiled, hoping off the seat and wandering over to the game, looking confused. "How do you start this thing?"
Some of the elder boys chuckled at him as Donghae slipped out of the room, looking at Key's phone as the boy talked to him in a demanding tone. They played through a few songs before Donghae returned, smiling widely and looking please. "Omo, you finally told him hyung?" Minho asked from his position on the couch, watching the other's play.
Donghae stuck out his tongue playfully. “Merong! Now Taemin just needs to tell his crush and all will be wonderful!”
Taemin turned to glare at his elder friend as he still held the plastic microphone, singing a few more notes before he said. “Oh please. I am so not telling.”
Donghae shrugged. “Then let them slip away and see if I care.”
“I don’t think you would.”
“You’re right, I don’t.” The oldest male curled up on the couch, grinning like an idot.
Minho grinned silently to himself, knowing all too well that Taemin was telling his crush. Tomorrow to be in fact. The popular boy could barely contain himself as he peeped over at the striking beauty that was Taemin. Even without the nice clothes and fixed hair he utterly breathtaking. The elder boy couldn’t wait until five o’clock tomorrow but he would also enjoy the fact that Taemin was singing and dancing in his living room, being as adorable as always.
Chapter 12