Chapter Nineteen
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.
It took four days for Hyunjae to show up. Four days for Taemin to loose connection with Minho. It was hell. Hyunjae cut off his phone and his internet saying that they were the work of the government. Taemin didn’t even get to say good bye to Kwangho. Hyunjae had him cremated and thrown over the ocean in Chile. Taemin almost hated his mom, but he couldn’t. He knew she had always been that way.
But now he was at Key’s house and he had open range access to phones and internet access. As soon as he walked in he grabbed the short blonde’s phone. “Gotta call Minho-hyung, you understand…”
“Yea, yea. Just no phone sex!”
Taemin smiled a little and sat on the over stuffed chair in Key’s room, dialing Minho’s number. After the third ring Minho answered. “Yaboseyo?”
“Minho-hyung?” Taemin’s voice was soft and Minho immediately perked up on the other side.
“Taemin? Taemin~ah, oh god I was wondering when you were going to call me…” His voice was laced with worry but mainly relief.
The auburn haired boy smiled a little but then it fell away. “Minho~shi… I miss you… When can you come back?”
“Whenever you need me to… Is something wrong?” The soccer player sounded concerned as he talked to his boyfriend.
Taemin felt his inner barriers that he had held up since his mother’s arrival start to crumble. “J-J… Appa… My appa, he uh… he passed away…” He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. He swore he wouldn’t cry to Minho.
“Oh god… Taemin~ah are you okay?” There was a rustling sound that filtered through the phone’s speaker.
The boy held in the sob that was threatening to wrack through his tiny frame and croaked out a weak, “Yea, just fine…”
There was a pause in the rustling when Minho spoke again. “You don’t sound fine… Talk to me…”
“They didn’t even let me say good bye Minho…” Taemin’s final string snapped and he was crying again. He was hurt beyond belief. He would never see the man who brought him up as a boy again. He didn’t get to see him one last time. All he could think about was the last time he spoke to his father. It had been over four months since the last time he talked to him.
”Taemin? How’s my son doing?” Kwangho’s merry voice called out over the static of the long distance call.
The son had smiled. Yes, he missed his parents but he had learned to live on his own since he was fifteen. “I’m fine appa. I have all A’s in school and the house is fine. I still have my job and no boyfriends.”
Kwangho had laughed. “It should stay that way! Kidding Taeminie. You’ll find yourself a nice guy in the end, don’t rush anything.” The static go louder and soon the father’s words were being muffled. “Look Taemin… I gotta go… Jose is getting tired… I love you son, don’t forget it all right!”
“Love you too appa. The moon and stars?”
“More then the moons and stars son…” Finally the static cut through the sounds and left Taemin alone and happy.
Minho made soft sounds to try to comfort the sobbing teenager as he moved around on the other side. Taemin had begun to speak in between sobs, spewing out memories that made barely any sense. With in the hour all Minho heard was Taemin’s quiet breathing after he had cried himself to sleep.
“Hey, Minho you still there?” Key asked softly.
“Yea, I’ll be there in thirty minutes…”
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Taemin woke up warm and in a pair of strong arms. He was surrounded in the spicy cologne that he recognized immediately as Minho’s. He didn’t open his eyes though; for fear that it would only be a dream. But when the arms flexed and pulled him into a chiseled chest he slowly opened his eyes taking in the sight of his Minhoi holding onto him.
“Hey Taemin~ah…” The elder boy smiled softly and kissed his forehead.
The auburn haired teen gave the softest of smiles and was soon clinging to him tightly. “Oh Minho-hyung… I’ve missed you…”
“Missed you too Taemin~ah…” Minho grinned and gently rubbed at the small of Taemin’s back as he tangled their legs together even more then they had been before.
The two nuzzled together as Taemin began to talk and explain what was going on, trying not to cry again. “Umma’s making me move in with my samchon. She can’t handle the house cause it holds too many memories. She thinks I can’t take care of myself. And she cut off my cell phone and my internet, so I couldn’t call you. I’m sorry. But samchon lives a block from school, so I won’t have to walk as far… I’ll be moved in with him by the end of this week. Umma wants to be out of here as soon as possible. She acts like this isn’t affecting me… but it is Minho-hyung! It is and it hurts!” He whimpered softly and clung to the strong arms that held him closely.
“God Taemin~ah… I’m so sorry… I’m here for you okay? I’ll help you move to your ajjussi’s if you want…” Minho offered and kissed the top of Taemin’s head again.
The boy nodded slightly and said quietly, “If you don’t mind…”
“Of course I don’t. Umma will have to get over it, you need me here more then she needs me there…”
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Two days later, Taemin was sitting in Minho’s car with the boxes of his belongings in the back seat. Hyunjae was on a plane back to Chile, she had said she only wanted to clean up a few loose ends and get back to work. It seemed to Taemin that her loose ends were him. She never liked the thought of Taemin staying home alone and now that Kwongho had passed on she was free to make him live with any relative she chose. She just happened to choose Taemin’s favorite samchon of all time.
They pulled up to a small, two story house that would soon turn into Taemin’s new home. It was the basic brick house with no porch and a red door with a window cover in golden design work. The two sighed and got out of the car and headed up the steps to the door.
Before they could ring the doorbell, the red door swung open and a buff man answered the door. He wore glasses and looked kind of like a frail man. His dark hair was cut short and his eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets as they took in the sight of Taemin and Minho.
“Taeminie? Is that you? C’mere you shrimp puff!”
Taemin squeaked and jumped and hugged the man tightly. “Myungsoo samchon! It’s been too long!”
“You know I was off promoting in Japan, I’m glad you’re moving in with us Taeminnie.” Myungsoo chuckled and let down the skinny teen to the ground and led them into the house. “Welcome to my humble abode… Minho right? If not… Taemin does not have a major crush on this boy named Minho…”
The smaller boy blushed as Minho smirked. “Anniyo ajjussi, I’m Minho.”
“Finally Taeminnie? Oh I’m so proud of you!” Myungsoo smiled and lead them down a bright yellow hallway. “But seriously Minho~ah, don’t ever call me ajjussi. I may be older but at home it’s hyung.”
“Hyung?” Minho asked looking worried.
“You got it.”
Taemin laughed and continued into the house as Myungsoo led them to the kitchen. It was a different color then the last time he had visited the house, which had been only a few months before. It was previously a bubble gum pink but now it was candy apple red.
A short woman was sitting at the kitchen table with her short hair pulled back in a high pony tail. She wore a paint splattered apron and regular clothes underneath it. Her fingers held onto a charcoal pencil as she drew out a portrait of someone.
“Yeobo! Taeminnie’s here!”
The woman’s head snapped up and she smiled brightly. “Taemin! You’re finally here! Oh and you brought a friend.” She smiled and stood up. Random streaks of paint were in her hair but she did not seem to notice. She hugged her nephew then Minho. “It’s lovely meeting you…” Then she turned back to her drawing and continued on as if she was never interrupted.
“Auntie gets a little carried away in her work. By tonight we’ll have a big dinner though.” Taemin smiled and wandered through the house with Minho in tow. “I have better memories with them then I do with my own parents. Myungsoo always wanted to be a comedian, but he’s a sound tech for a group. Auntie wanted to be an artist and she is.”
Minho just smiled and stopped Taemin as they hit the very top flight of stairs. “I’m glad you’re happy again Taemin~ah. Happy suits you better then sad any day.” He softly held onto the slender pale hips he loved and rested his chin atop of Taemin’s head. He was glad he was no longer crying, he didn’t think he could stand to see another tear fall out of those molten brown eyes. Minho was glad that Myungsoo could take care of Taemin while he couldn’t. He knew he would run to the end of the earth to make sure he was happy, to make sure he was safe.
Chapter 20
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.
It took four days for Hyunjae to show up. Four days for Taemin to loose connection with Minho. It was hell. Hyunjae cut off his phone and his internet saying that they were the work of the government. Taemin didn’t even get to say good bye to Kwangho. Hyunjae had him cremated and thrown over the ocean in Chile. Taemin almost hated his mom, but he couldn’t. He knew she had always been that way.
But now he was at Key’s house and he had open range access to phones and internet access. As soon as he walked in he grabbed the short blonde’s phone. “Gotta call Minho-hyung, you understand…”
“Yea, yea. Just no phone sex!”
Taemin smiled a little and sat on the over stuffed chair in Key’s room, dialing Minho’s number. After the third ring Minho answered. “Yaboseyo?”
“Minho-hyung?” Taemin’s voice was soft and Minho immediately perked up on the other side.
“Taemin? Taemin~ah, oh god I was wondering when you were going to call me…” His voice was laced with worry but mainly relief.
The auburn haired boy smiled a little but then it fell away. “Minho~shi… I miss you… When can you come back?”
“Whenever you need me to… Is something wrong?” The soccer player sounded concerned as he talked to his boyfriend.
Taemin felt his inner barriers that he had held up since his mother’s arrival start to crumble. “J-J… Appa… My appa, he uh… he passed away…” He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. He swore he wouldn’t cry to Minho.
“Oh god… Taemin~ah are you okay?” There was a rustling sound that filtered through the phone’s speaker.
The boy held in the sob that was threatening to wrack through his tiny frame and croaked out a weak, “Yea, just fine…”
There was a pause in the rustling when Minho spoke again. “You don’t sound fine… Talk to me…”
“They didn’t even let me say good bye Minho…” Taemin’s final string snapped and he was crying again. He was hurt beyond belief. He would never see the man who brought him up as a boy again. He didn’t get to see him one last time. All he could think about was the last time he spoke to his father. It had been over four months since the last time he talked to him.
”Taemin? How’s my son doing?” Kwangho’s merry voice called out over the static of the long distance call.
The son had smiled. Yes, he missed his parents but he had learned to live on his own since he was fifteen. “I’m fine appa. I have all A’s in school and the house is fine. I still have my job and no boyfriends.”
Kwangho had laughed. “It should stay that way! Kidding Taeminie. You’ll find yourself a nice guy in the end, don’t rush anything.” The static go louder and soon the father’s words were being muffled. “Look Taemin… I gotta go… Jose is getting tired… I love you son, don’t forget it all right!”
“Love you too appa. The moon and stars?”
“More then the moons and stars son…” Finally the static cut through the sounds and left Taemin alone and happy.
Minho made soft sounds to try to comfort the sobbing teenager as he moved around on the other side. Taemin had begun to speak in between sobs, spewing out memories that made barely any sense. With in the hour all Minho heard was Taemin’s quiet breathing after he had cried himself to sleep.
“Hey, Minho you still there?” Key asked softly.
“Yea, I’ll be there in thirty minutes…”
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Taemin woke up warm and in a pair of strong arms. He was surrounded in the spicy cologne that he recognized immediately as Minho’s. He didn’t open his eyes though; for fear that it would only be a dream. But when the arms flexed and pulled him into a chiseled chest he slowly opened his eyes taking in the sight of his Minhoi holding onto him.
“Hey Taemin~ah…” The elder boy smiled softly and kissed his forehead.
The auburn haired teen gave the softest of smiles and was soon clinging to him tightly. “Oh Minho-hyung… I’ve missed you…”
“Missed you too Taemin~ah…” Minho grinned and gently rubbed at the small of Taemin’s back as he tangled their legs together even more then they had been before.
The two nuzzled together as Taemin began to talk and explain what was going on, trying not to cry again. “Umma’s making me move in with my samchon. She can’t handle the house cause it holds too many memories. She thinks I can’t take care of myself. And she cut off my cell phone and my internet, so I couldn’t call you. I’m sorry. But samchon lives a block from school, so I won’t have to walk as far… I’ll be moved in with him by the end of this week. Umma wants to be out of here as soon as possible. She acts like this isn’t affecting me… but it is Minho-hyung! It is and it hurts!” He whimpered softly and clung to the strong arms that held him closely.
“God Taemin~ah… I’m so sorry… I’m here for you okay? I’ll help you move to your ajjussi’s if you want…” Minho offered and kissed the top of Taemin’s head again.
The boy nodded slightly and said quietly, “If you don’t mind…”
“Of course I don’t. Umma will have to get over it, you need me here more then she needs me there…”
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Two days later, Taemin was sitting in Minho’s car with the boxes of his belongings in the back seat. Hyunjae was on a plane back to Chile, she had said she only wanted to clean up a few loose ends and get back to work. It seemed to Taemin that her loose ends were him. She never liked the thought of Taemin staying home alone and now that Kwongho had passed on she was free to make him live with any relative she chose. She just happened to choose Taemin’s favorite samchon of all time.
They pulled up to a small, two story house that would soon turn into Taemin’s new home. It was the basic brick house with no porch and a red door with a window cover in golden design work. The two sighed and got out of the car and headed up the steps to the door.
Before they could ring the doorbell, the red door swung open and a buff man answered the door. He wore glasses and looked kind of like a frail man. His dark hair was cut short and his eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets as they took in the sight of Taemin and Minho.
“Taeminie? Is that you? C’mere you shrimp puff!”
Taemin squeaked and jumped and hugged the man tightly. “Myungsoo samchon! It’s been too long!”
“You know I was off promoting in Japan, I’m glad you’re moving in with us Taeminnie.” Myungsoo chuckled and let down the skinny teen to the ground and led them into the house. “Welcome to my humble abode… Minho right? If not… Taemin does not have a major crush on this boy named Minho…”
The smaller boy blushed as Minho smirked. “Anniyo ajjussi, I’m Minho.”
“Finally Taeminnie? Oh I’m so proud of you!” Myungsoo smiled and lead them down a bright yellow hallway. “But seriously Minho~ah, don’t ever call me ajjussi. I may be older but at home it’s hyung.”
“Hyung?” Minho asked looking worried.
“You got it.”
Taemin laughed and continued into the house as Myungsoo led them to the kitchen. It was a different color then the last time he had visited the house, which had been only a few months before. It was previously a bubble gum pink but now it was candy apple red.
A short woman was sitting at the kitchen table with her short hair pulled back in a high pony tail. She wore a paint splattered apron and regular clothes underneath it. Her fingers held onto a charcoal pencil as she drew out a portrait of someone.
“Yeobo! Taeminnie’s here!”
The woman’s head snapped up and she smiled brightly. “Taemin! You’re finally here! Oh and you brought a friend.” She smiled and stood up. Random streaks of paint were in her hair but she did not seem to notice. She hugged her nephew then Minho. “It’s lovely meeting you…” Then she turned back to her drawing and continued on as if she was never interrupted.
“Auntie gets a little carried away in her work. By tonight we’ll have a big dinner though.” Taemin smiled and wandered through the house with Minho in tow. “I have better memories with them then I do with my own parents. Myungsoo always wanted to be a comedian, but he’s a sound tech for a group. Auntie wanted to be an artist and she is.”
Minho just smiled and stopped Taemin as they hit the very top flight of stairs. “I’m glad you’re happy again Taemin~ah. Happy suits you better then sad any day.” He softly held onto the slender pale hips he loved and rested his chin atop of Taemin’s head. He was glad he was no longer crying, he didn’t think he could stand to see another tear fall out of those molten brown eyes. Minho was glad that Myungsoo could take care of Taemin while he couldn’t. He knew he would run to the end of the earth to make sure he was happy, to make sure he was safe.
Chapter 20