Chapter Thirteen
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.
Sunday had been hell on earth for Taemin. He had worked a double shift to make up for not being able to come in earlier in the week. Then after he had gotten home he realized he had no groceries and had to double back to the small store to stock back up for a good few weeks. Then after that the teenager remembered that he was going to miss almost the whole day of school Monday for the dress rehearsal for the concert. So Taemin wound up doing the work that his teachers had given him Friday late into the night.
Since he had stayed up late, Taemin slept in the next morning. The only thing that woke him up was his phone going off. After he answered it, his ear was being blown of by a very loud speaking Key.
“TAEMIN! Where are you? It’s almost time for the late bell to ring and you know we’re leaving for the auditorium ten minutes after!”
The young teen had barely heard past his name before he was pulling on nearby track pants and searching for a clean shirt. He pulled on socks and his old tennis shoes then ran down the steps with a brush in hand. Taemin stopped at a mirror in the hallway and brushed his auburn hair into a smooth style and grabbed his book bag. Then the teen was soon running in a full sprint down the street heading towards the school.
In the practice room, Key was explaining to Ms. Rice that his friend was going to show up soon as everyone filed on the bus. The teacher was scowling but seeing as Taemin was one of the best dancers in his class she would give him a few more minutes. After nearly all of the seats were filled on the two buses with the five different groups of dancers and the accompanists, Taemin came running up to the buses and climbed up into the nearest one.
He panted as he scanned the seats. All of his friends were already sitting with someone and Key looked at him guiltily as he sat next to Jonghyun. The diva mouthed the word ‘Minhae’ as he pointed to the seat in front of the two. There, slumped against the window, catching up on sleep was Minho and it was the only seat Taemin would take. The other available ones were next to Joon and really obnoxious girls who could never keep her mouth shut.
Taemin pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and slowly sank into the seat next to the soccer player. Minho never moved and that made the other boy grin. Their thighs nearly brushed but he dare not bridge that small gap. The boy didn’t want his crush to officially hate him, even though it seemed like he knew he liked him and still had not stopped talking to him.
The auburn haired boy sighed and relaxed, still feeling tired. Taemin had slowly been dozing off and bent forward resting his head on the back of the seat in front of him. He had put in the ear buds for his iPod and blared the music at the loudest volume possible. Taemin fell asleep for the rest of the ride and never saw Minho wake up next to him.
The popular teen forgot for a moment that he was on a bus full of people who thought he was the coolest person in the world. Minho reached out and gently tucked a stray hair behind Taemin’s ear. The pale boy’s mid section was showing as he had to roll down the black pants’ waistband because they were too big. The elder boy had never wanted to touch someone’s skin as badly as he craved to brush his fingertips against Taemin’s right then.
Key slapped the back of Minho’s head and glared at him. “Don’t even think about it. No one molestes my son, got it?”
Minho blushed a little and looked over at Taemin, staring quietly. He licked at his lips and kept his hands to himself with much restraint.
Key watched Minho’s fingers tap on his leg. “I know what you’re thinking. If you do I swear I will murder you in the most painful way possible.”
An audible gulp was heard as the soccer player nodded his head dumbly before Jonghyun opened his mouth to speak. “When are we getting to the stupid auditorium?”
A large building came into view and the two buses pulled into the parking lot. “How about now?”
Key poked Taemin’s side and the dancer uncurled his body and stretched. He arched his back, showing his pale stomach in the process. This made the boy next to him unconsciously flick his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Hmm, we’re here?” The boy asked as he looked around, keeping his eyes from Minho’s face. Oh fucking hell. I hope to god I don’t look like shit. Oh wait. I bet I do. My face will be all puffy from sleep and my hair... AH! “Umma~, can I see a mirror?”
Key smiled brightly and rummaged through his bag. “You sleep in late Taeminnie?” He handed over a compact mirror and the other boy grabbed it.
“Yea, I stayed up late studying and such.” Taemin flipped opened the mirror and stared at himself in shock. He had rings under his eyes, that were only noticeable to him, and his hair had messed up a little during the ride. So naturally he thought that he looked horrible. “Key-hyung, how could you let me wake up late? I look like shit froze over in hell while elephants walked over it to get away from a mouse!”
Minho smiled thinking the smaller boy still looked beautifully as he brushed through his hair again to make it lay flat. His bangs still flopped in front of his brown eyes, but there was little he could do about it.
“You look fine,” Key said as the bus stopped at the auditorium doors. All the students hugged their jackets closer and started to file off the bus. Ms. Rice was standing at the door with a cell phone pressed to her ear. Apparently the janitors had forgotten to unlock the door, making everyone have to huddle together for warmth. It was still winter after all and it was freezing.
Taemin’s teeth chattered since he had barely any time to dress properly. The clothes he wore were thin and every time the wind blew it cut through the lightweight cotton. Key and Jonghyun moved close to him but it did little to warm him, seeing as their outer jackets were chilly from the wind as well. His whole body was shivering in under two minutes.
Then, without warning, he was engulfed in warmth and his shivering subsided. Taemin’s back was pressed against a chest as the jacket around him zipped up. He stilled for a second then relaxed then froze again. He was greeted by large hands resting softly on his stomach and a chin on his shoulder. Hn… He’s so warm. Oh he smells like heaven. Hmm, oh so wonderful. Maybe I could live like this forever and no one would miss me and I could live in Minho’s jacket. Yes. Oh cows with wings… his chest is like a rock. I think I’m melting.
Minho on the other hand didn’t know why he had pulled Taemin in to share their body heat. But he was glad he did. The silky locks tickled the side of his face and he smelt of vanilla and remnants of cologne. The large coat held them both easily and the heat their bodies radiated soon had Taemin cozy and no longer shivering. Neither dared to look at one another, enjoying the moment as their friends watched on.
After ten minutes of being left in the cold an overweight janitor opened the door for the student and let them in. Taemin let Minho unzip the jacket and walked into the building trying not to blush as Jonghyun winked at him. Inside, Ms. Rice was standing in the center of the lobby giving out directions and soon the four friends were separated. The dancers were told to go to the stage in the large auditorium as the rappers were allowed to hang out in the seats while they waited.
Taemin and Key sat with their advanced group towards the side of the stage as the freshman and some beginning dancers practiced with the sound system playing their music. The youngest watched with some intrest before letting his gaze fall on Minho who was sitting with Jonghyun and Onew. He smiled a little and felt his stomach burst with butterflies.
Ms. Rice ushered the underclassmen off the stage then went and announced the women’s group was next. They ran through the song twice before the females got used to the new stage. Then the advanced students were being ushered to the middle of stage and Tamin stood in the center like normal.
A girl with shoulder length brown hair bumped into Taemin's shoulder as they passed one another and smiled. “I’m so glad that we get to go to the mall for lunch. Chowing down on some Chinese doesn’t sound too bad right now oppa.”
“Yea, Key and I will eat with you later,” he said kindly before they parted ways, the girl sitting with her group on the side of the stage.
Once everyone was in their proper place, the music began to play and the dancers took their cue. All of them moved easily to the beat that thrummed in their veins, feet gliding on the smooth surface. But the one in the center, the youngest took the stage, demanding the attention even when he wasn't in the front. The group never faltered like the two before them and finished out easily.
Their next two pieces were just as fast paced and when it was over, their breathing was labored, but they smiled at one another, proud of their achievement. They heard clapping from the lower classmen and from the others that didn't take dance. Minho and Jonghyun looked slightly amazed, more so the blonde then the soccer player. But when Onew whistled, the advanced class laughed a little, looking proud.
The boys went to file off the stage but Ms. Rice held back those who would have a solo. She turned to the remaining dancers, near a hundred that didn’t have a solo, and told them not to act up. This of course fell on deaf ears.
Taemin was opening the show with Key and both boys laughed and walked up to the front of the stage. The boys flashed each other a smile as they waited for the music to start. As soon as it did, the pair went through their routine with ease. Their bodies glided as if they were made to do this. Jonghyun and Minho sat, sitting up with interest as they watched them, amazement in their eyes as nothing seemed to hold back the dancers. When the song ended, they smiled widely and gave each other a hug.
Then they walked off and Joon went to the front to take his place. They went through the next few solos and duets, having a few singing solos inbetween where some of the dancers showed their mastery of an instrument. Jonghyun and Onew participated in these songs, bringing delight to many of the girls in the room that swooned. When Onew finished his english song with a girl playing the piano, he bowed and walked off with her.
After the brunette’s song came to an end Taemin walked over to the piano sitting down, fingers splayed over the keys. He smiled to himself, watching as Minho walked up to a nearby stool and sat down. They were the ones to end the show with a unique performance. The younger of the two began to play the piano with a sweet, soft beginning before morphing into something darker and heavier that Minho could follow. Soon the popular male began his rap, motioning his hands naturally, glancing over to Taemin with a secretive glance.
When they ended the song, both bowed their head as the applause went unheard. Taemin feared so much rejection if he looked at Minho. The rapper on the other hand was sifting through the possibilities on how to tell Taemin the truth. An idea slowly presented itself to him and he grinned as they put the stools away and Ms. Rice explained to all the students that over four hours had passed since they had arrived and that they were heading to the mall for lunch. Taemin dared a glace at the popular boy and smiled at the way he set the microphones back in their places carefully. Sure he may have been the biggest player in the school, but he could be sweet when the need be.
Soon all the students were on the bus again. Minho and Taemin shared a seat again and Taemin continued to gnaw his bottom lip before he turned to speak to KEy. He looked disappointed as he saw his friend engrossed in a fashion magazine.
“I won’t bite Taemin~ah.” The deep voice made the dancer jump a little but he turned around.
Taemin gave Minho a little smile. “Minhae, hyung. It’s just you know… Saturday and all…” He couldn’t stop the red that slowly crept up his cheeks.
“Look Taemin, I’ll have an answer for you soon okay? So please, just relax a little, like you were before you knew I knew.” There was a hand on Taemin’s shoulder that squeezed him softly.
The dancer took a deep breath and visibly relaxed. He smiled and looked directly at Minho for the first time since Saturday morning. “How was the house viewing?”
“Horrible. I hate it. I knew I would hate it.”
Taemin grinned a little and began to chat with Minho like he had before he knew that Minho knew he liked him. They were just friends again. Friends with strong emotions for one another. Taemin was okay with that. At least his relationship with the soccer player was better then it had been almost a week ago. He would take all he could get, even if it wasn’t all of Minho. Little did he know Minho was thinking the exact same thing.
Chapter 14
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.
Sunday had been hell on earth for Taemin. He had worked a double shift to make up for not being able to come in earlier in the week. Then after he had gotten home he realized he had no groceries and had to double back to the small store to stock back up for a good few weeks. Then after that the teenager remembered that he was going to miss almost the whole day of school Monday for the dress rehearsal for the concert. So Taemin wound up doing the work that his teachers had given him Friday late into the night.
Since he had stayed up late, Taemin slept in the next morning. The only thing that woke him up was his phone going off. After he answered it, his ear was being blown of by a very loud speaking Key.
“TAEMIN! Where are you? It’s almost time for the late bell to ring and you know we’re leaving for the auditorium ten minutes after!”
The young teen had barely heard past his name before he was pulling on nearby track pants and searching for a clean shirt. He pulled on socks and his old tennis shoes then ran down the steps with a brush in hand. Taemin stopped at a mirror in the hallway and brushed his auburn hair into a smooth style and grabbed his book bag. Then the teen was soon running in a full sprint down the street heading towards the school.
In the practice room, Key was explaining to Ms. Rice that his friend was going to show up soon as everyone filed on the bus. The teacher was scowling but seeing as Taemin was one of the best dancers in his class she would give him a few more minutes. After nearly all of the seats were filled on the two buses with the five different groups of dancers and the accompanists, Taemin came running up to the buses and climbed up into the nearest one.
He panted as he scanned the seats. All of his friends were already sitting with someone and Key looked at him guiltily as he sat next to Jonghyun. The diva mouthed the word ‘Minhae’ as he pointed to the seat in front of the two. There, slumped against the window, catching up on sleep was Minho and it was the only seat Taemin would take. The other available ones were next to Joon and really obnoxious girls who could never keep her mouth shut.
Taemin pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and slowly sank into the seat next to the soccer player. Minho never moved and that made the other boy grin. Their thighs nearly brushed but he dare not bridge that small gap. The boy didn’t want his crush to officially hate him, even though it seemed like he knew he liked him and still had not stopped talking to him.
The auburn haired boy sighed and relaxed, still feeling tired. Taemin had slowly been dozing off and bent forward resting his head on the back of the seat in front of him. He had put in the ear buds for his iPod and blared the music at the loudest volume possible. Taemin fell asleep for the rest of the ride and never saw Minho wake up next to him.
The popular teen forgot for a moment that he was on a bus full of people who thought he was the coolest person in the world. Minho reached out and gently tucked a stray hair behind Taemin’s ear. The pale boy’s mid section was showing as he had to roll down the black pants’ waistband because they were too big. The elder boy had never wanted to touch someone’s skin as badly as he craved to brush his fingertips against Taemin’s right then.
Key slapped the back of Minho’s head and glared at him. “Don’t even think about it. No one molestes my son, got it?”
Minho blushed a little and looked over at Taemin, staring quietly. He licked at his lips and kept his hands to himself with much restraint.
Key watched Minho’s fingers tap on his leg. “I know what you’re thinking. If you do I swear I will murder you in the most painful way possible.”
An audible gulp was heard as the soccer player nodded his head dumbly before Jonghyun opened his mouth to speak. “When are we getting to the stupid auditorium?”
A large building came into view and the two buses pulled into the parking lot. “How about now?”
Key poked Taemin’s side and the dancer uncurled his body and stretched. He arched his back, showing his pale stomach in the process. This made the boy next to him unconsciously flick his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Hmm, we’re here?” The boy asked as he looked around, keeping his eyes from Minho’s face. Oh fucking hell. I hope to god I don’t look like shit. Oh wait. I bet I do. My face will be all puffy from sleep and my hair... AH! “Umma~, can I see a mirror?”
Key smiled brightly and rummaged through his bag. “You sleep in late Taeminnie?” He handed over a compact mirror and the other boy grabbed it.
“Yea, I stayed up late studying and such.” Taemin flipped opened the mirror and stared at himself in shock. He had rings under his eyes, that were only noticeable to him, and his hair had messed up a little during the ride. So naturally he thought that he looked horrible. “Key-hyung, how could you let me wake up late? I look like shit froze over in hell while elephants walked over it to get away from a mouse!”
Minho smiled thinking the smaller boy still looked beautifully as he brushed through his hair again to make it lay flat. His bangs still flopped in front of his brown eyes, but there was little he could do about it.
“You look fine,” Key said as the bus stopped at the auditorium doors. All the students hugged their jackets closer and started to file off the bus. Ms. Rice was standing at the door with a cell phone pressed to her ear. Apparently the janitors had forgotten to unlock the door, making everyone have to huddle together for warmth. It was still winter after all and it was freezing.
Taemin’s teeth chattered since he had barely any time to dress properly. The clothes he wore were thin and every time the wind blew it cut through the lightweight cotton. Key and Jonghyun moved close to him but it did little to warm him, seeing as their outer jackets were chilly from the wind as well. His whole body was shivering in under two minutes.
Then, without warning, he was engulfed in warmth and his shivering subsided. Taemin’s back was pressed against a chest as the jacket around him zipped up. He stilled for a second then relaxed then froze again. He was greeted by large hands resting softly on his stomach and a chin on his shoulder. Hn… He’s so warm. Oh he smells like heaven. Hmm, oh so wonderful. Maybe I could live like this forever and no one would miss me and I could live in Minho’s jacket. Yes. Oh cows with wings… his chest is like a rock. I think I’m melting.
Minho on the other hand didn’t know why he had pulled Taemin in to share their body heat. But he was glad he did. The silky locks tickled the side of his face and he smelt of vanilla and remnants of cologne. The large coat held them both easily and the heat their bodies radiated soon had Taemin cozy and no longer shivering. Neither dared to look at one another, enjoying the moment as their friends watched on.
After ten minutes of being left in the cold an overweight janitor opened the door for the student and let them in. Taemin let Minho unzip the jacket and walked into the building trying not to blush as Jonghyun winked at him. Inside, Ms. Rice was standing in the center of the lobby giving out directions and soon the four friends were separated. The dancers were told to go to the stage in the large auditorium as the rappers were allowed to hang out in the seats while they waited.
Taemin and Key sat with their advanced group towards the side of the stage as the freshman and some beginning dancers practiced with the sound system playing their music. The youngest watched with some intrest before letting his gaze fall on Minho who was sitting with Jonghyun and Onew. He smiled a little and felt his stomach burst with butterflies.
Ms. Rice ushered the underclassmen off the stage then went and announced the women’s group was next. They ran through the song twice before the females got used to the new stage. Then the advanced students were being ushered to the middle of stage and Tamin stood in the center like normal.
A girl with shoulder length brown hair bumped into Taemin's shoulder as they passed one another and smiled. “I’m so glad that we get to go to the mall for lunch. Chowing down on some Chinese doesn’t sound too bad right now oppa.”
“Yea, Key and I will eat with you later,” he said kindly before they parted ways, the girl sitting with her group on the side of the stage.
Once everyone was in their proper place, the music began to play and the dancers took their cue. All of them moved easily to the beat that thrummed in their veins, feet gliding on the smooth surface. But the one in the center, the youngest took the stage, demanding the attention even when he wasn't in the front. The group never faltered like the two before them and finished out easily.
Their next two pieces were just as fast paced and when it was over, their breathing was labored, but they smiled at one another, proud of their achievement. They heard clapping from the lower classmen and from the others that didn't take dance. Minho and Jonghyun looked slightly amazed, more so the blonde then the soccer player. But when Onew whistled, the advanced class laughed a little, looking proud.
The boys went to file off the stage but Ms. Rice held back those who would have a solo. She turned to the remaining dancers, near a hundred that didn’t have a solo, and told them not to act up. This of course fell on deaf ears.
Taemin was opening the show with Key and both boys laughed and walked up to the front of the stage. The boys flashed each other a smile as they waited for the music to start. As soon as it did, the pair went through their routine with ease. Their bodies glided as if they were made to do this. Jonghyun and Minho sat, sitting up with interest as they watched them, amazement in their eyes as nothing seemed to hold back the dancers. When the song ended, they smiled widely and gave each other a hug.
Then they walked off and Joon went to the front to take his place. They went through the next few solos and duets, having a few singing solos inbetween where some of the dancers showed their mastery of an instrument. Jonghyun and Onew participated in these songs, bringing delight to many of the girls in the room that swooned. When Onew finished his english song with a girl playing the piano, he bowed and walked off with her.
After the brunette’s song came to an end Taemin walked over to the piano sitting down, fingers splayed over the keys. He smiled to himself, watching as Minho walked up to a nearby stool and sat down. They were the ones to end the show with a unique performance. The younger of the two began to play the piano with a sweet, soft beginning before morphing into something darker and heavier that Minho could follow. Soon the popular male began his rap, motioning his hands naturally, glancing over to Taemin with a secretive glance.
When they ended the song, both bowed their head as the applause went unheard. Taemin feared so much rejection if he looked at Minho. The rapper on the other hand was sifting through the possibilities on how to tell Taemin the truth. An idea slowly presented itself to him and he grinned as they put the stools away and Ms. Rice explained to all the students that over four hours had passed since they had arrived and that they were heading to the mall for lunch. Taemin dared a glace at the popular boy and smiled at the way he set the microphones back in their places carefully. Sure he may have been the biggest player in the school, but he could be sweet when the need be.
Soon all the students were on the bus again. Minho and Taemin shared a seat again and Taemin continued to gnaw his bottom lip before he turned to speak to KEy. He looked disappointed as he saw his friend engrossed in a fashion magazine.
“I won’t bite Taemin~ah.” The deep voice made the dancer jump a little but he turned around.
Taemin gave Minho a little smile. “Minhae, hyung. It’s just you know… Saturday and all…” He couldn’t stop the red that slowly crept up his cheeks.
“Look Taemin, I’ll have an answer for you soon okay? So please, just relax a little, like you were before you knew I knew.” There was a hand on Taemin’s shoulder that squeezed him softly.
The dancer took a deep breath and visibly relaxed. He smiled and looked directly at Minho for the first time since Saturday morning. “How was the house viewing?”
“Horrible. I hate it. I knew I would hate it.”
Taemin grinned a little and began to chat with Minho like he had before he knew that Minho knew he liked him. They were just friends again. Friends with strong emotions for one another. Taemin was okay with that. At least his relationship with the soccer player was better then it had been almost a week ago. He would take all he could get, even if it wasn’t all of Minho. Little did he know Minho was thinking the exact same thing.
Chapter 14