Chapter Twenty-Two
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 weeks slipped by as Taemin grew anxious of his move. His things had been shifted to the new house without his leaving with them and he had become fretful about which room he would sleep in. He had been assured on several occasions by Myungsoothat he could change which room he wanted to live in to whichever he wanted when he saw the actual house.
Soon his entire school record had been transferred to a school that he had never seen before. Minho had talked to Taemin on the last day he still had phone service in the house, three days before his move. They had made promises, promises Taemin feared couldn’t be kept. What if he moved farther away? It could prove to be too much on their still fresh relationship. He loved Minho too much to him restricted to himself when he could live even more out of reach. But Minho had reassured him that he would make it work, he knew he would.
The day he was moving, Key had come over alone and said his goodbyes. He knew that Taemin would be all right where ever he went. But being as insightful as he was, the tall diva knew that the move would prove to be better for Taemin. Though that thought didn't keep him from fretting and tearing up and hugging onto his dongsaeng as long as he could. He made Taemin promise for visits and weekly calls or he would find him.
Taemin had clung to his friend and spared a few tears for all the friends he was leaving behind. But as soon as he was packed into the car, he wished he had a cell phone to call someone to share his torment with. Sadly he could not even watch where they were going. Myungsoo wanted it to be an utter surprise as to wherever they were going to live. It upset him but it gave him extra time to sleep since he had an early wake up call that morning.
After resting for who knows how long, he groggily sat up when his aunt was gently shaking his shoulder. She was talking about the house and how beautiful it was. Taemin really did not care as long as he was able to stretch his legs and fall back to sleep in a bed and not the back seat of a car.
When he stepped out of the little burgundy vehicle, he looked around. The street looked inconspicuous and could have been part of any town in Korea. The houses were all lined in a row and their plan faces were repeated, just colored differently at every other house. It was a typical street and Taemin had no idea where he was.
“Which is my room? I’m really tired…”
Myungsoo looked up from the bags he was pulling out of the back. “It’s the first door on the right Taeminnie.”
The teenager walked over to the car and grabbed his duffel bag and headed up to the house. It was filled with boxes, some were unpacked and others had been hazardously strewn in the large den area. Taemin had decided to explore the rest of the house later as he headed up the thin stairway. He turned to the right and stepped into a fairly large room. It had his bed and the packages that he had labeled precisely before. The large window let pale morning light slowly filter into the room, leaving it in a slight blue hue as he stumbled forward towards his sheet less bed. He collapsed onto it and curled into a ball and fell asleep.
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After the weekend had passed the phone line still wasn’t up and Taemin was going to school in a new town. He had finally learned that he was living in Seoul. He could not wait to get in touch with Minho but he had to tough out the first day of school all alone.
The auburn beauty had pulled on one of Minho’s old hoodies that he had stolen back when Minho had moved. He had made sure his hair was straightened and his appearance was perfect. He had always held a firm belief that first impressions were always the most important ones. He did not want people to pin him the wrong way.
Myungsoo had led Taemin into the newer concrete building and took him straight to the front office. They had then shifted him to the counselor’s office to get his schedule and a basic layout of the school. For its size, it was simple. There were four major hallways that each held one of the major four subjects. In the middle there was the cafeteria and then on the other side the fine arts and gym were smashed together along with the language classes. Taemin briefly found the structure odd but knew he would get used to it eventually.
The short, frail white headed guidance counselor led him to his first class on the three hundred hall. He slipped into the world history class and thankfully skipped the brief introduction most teachers usually put new students through. He sat near the middle and slowly looked over his schedule. There were no fine arts classes of any kind on his list and he frowned deeply. Instead of dance or drama he had been placed in gym and he would have to talk to someone about changing it as soon as possible.
After the bell rang he slowly made his way to the one hundred hall way and sighed when he had to sit through a lecture on logarithms. Soon he was slipping back into the role of a normal student, at least when he was in class. But when he was in the corridors he felt jarred and shoved by the students who rushed about to get to their classes on time. He sighed deeply every time he tried to shove his way to his next class. He was so happy when it was time for lunch.
Taemin had been assigned to the first lunch of the day. He slowly made his way towards the large cafeteria after dropping off his bags in his class. He pocketed a few paper bills to buy lunch and began to weave his way to the dining hall. He paused once inside the doors, looking around for an unused table to sit at. In the middle though, there was a large table filled with laughing beautiful people. He automatically disregarded that particular seat.
The dancer sighed when he realized he would have to buy his lunch first before he could find a place to sit. Taemin slowly made his way to the food line, passing by the popular table, not even looking in their direction.
“Taemin?”
He paused at the sound of his name. He knew that voice; there was no mistaking his Minho-hyung’s voice. He turned quickly on his heel and saw his prince sitting in the middle of the massive hoards of overly made up girls and jock like guys. Taemin felt the stupid grin spread over his face as he rushed towards his boyfriend.
Minho had stood and engulfed him in hug tighter then he had ever felt before. “I’m supposing this is Myungsoo’s surprise…” Before Taemin could even speak, his head was tilted back and he felt a pair of warm lips against his own. There was a slight whoop from the table beside them. They pulled apart and Minho sat down, Taemin falling into his lap.
“I didn’t know this was your school… I never asked you the name of it…” Taemin smiled as he curled into his lover easily.
“Minho~shi?”
Both boys snapped their gaze towards the table as they all stared at them curiously. “This is Taemin. He’s my boyfriend from my home town. That’s all you need to know…”
“But I think you should tell us a little more…” One of the girls nearby had placed their hand delicately onto Minho’s shoulder. Taemin’s gaze narrowed and he almost bit it off himself. Get your filthy hands off my Minho-hyung… If you want to keep your half assed make up still on. I’ll slap it off you I swear.
Minho’s fingers brushed gingerly over Taemin’s forearms as he sat there a little unsure of what to do. “All you need to know is that I love him and wouldn’t trade him for any of you.” He looked over the entire table then turned back to Taemin to encase them back in their own little world. “You’re the one who stole my red jacket… I should have known…”
The younger boy blushed slightly and nodded. “I missed you and I wanted more things to remember you by… Its starting to smell more like me then you nowadays.”
The soccer player chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to Taemin’s temple. The two let the world fall away as they were joined together again. Their whispers never reached the rest of the eavesdropping table. They smiled and shared sweet caresses and kisses. No one would understand at this new school because they did not feel like explaining. Minho had been taken all along and none of these girls had stood a chance. Taemin was magnificent compared to them. No one was as beautiful as the boy in Minho’s lap to the elder boy. There was no other way they wanted to spend the rest of lunch and the rest of the school year together.
Chapter 23
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 weeks slipped by as Taemin grew anxious of his move. His things had been shifted to the new house without his leaving with them and he had become fretful about which room he would sleep in. He had been assured on several occasions by Myungsoothat he could change which room he wanted to live in to whichever he wanted when he saw the actual house.
Soon his entire school record had been transferred to a school that he had never seen before. Minho had talked to Taemin on the last day he still had phone service in the house, three days before his move. They had made promises, promises Taemin feared couldn’t be kept. What if he moved farther away? It could prove to be too much on their still fresh relationship. He loved Minho too much to him restricted to himself when he could live even more out of reach. But Minho had reassured him that he would make it work, he knew he would.
The day he was moving, Key had come over alone and said his goodbyes. He knew that Taemin would be all right where ever he went. But being as insightful as he was, the tall diva knew that the move would prove to be better for Taemin. Though that thought didn't keep him from fretting and tearing up and hugging onto his dongsaeng as long as he could. He made Taemin promise for visits and weekly calls or he would find him.
Taemin had clung to his friend and spared a few tears for all the friends he was leaving behind. But as soon as he was packed into the car, he wished he had a cell phone to call someone to share his torment with. Sadly he could not even watch where they were going. Myungsoo wanted it to be an utter surprise as to wherever they were going to live. It upset him but it gave him extra time to sleep since he had an early wake up call that morning.
After resting for who knows how long, he groggily sat up when his aunt was gently shaking his shoulder. She was talking about the house and how beautiful it was. Taemin really did not care as long as he was able to stretch his legs and fall back to sleep in a bed and not the back seat of a car.
When he stepped out of the little burgundy vehicle, he looked around. The street looked inconspicuous and could have been part of any town in Korea. The houses were all lined in a row and their plan faces were repeated, just colored differently at every other house. It was a typical street and Taemin had no idea where he was.
“Which is my room? I’m really tired…”
Myungsoo looked up from the bags he was pulling out of the back. “It’s the first door on the right Taeminnie.”
The teenager walked over to the car and grabbed his duffel bag and headed up to the house. It was filled with boxes, some were unpacked and others had been hazardously strewn in the large den area. Taemin had decided to explore the rest of the house later as he headed up the thin stairway. He turned to the right and stepped into a fairly large room. It had his bed and the packages that he had labeled precisely before. The large window let pale morning light slowly filter into the room, leaving it in a slight blue hue as he stumbled forward towards his sheet less bed. He collapsed onto it and curled into a ball and fell asleep.
----
After the weekend had passed the phone line still wasn’t up and Taemin was going to school in a new town. He had finally learned that he was living in Seoul. He could not wait to get in touch with Minho but he had to tough out the first day of school all alone.
The auburn beauty had pulled on one of Minho’s old hoodies that he had stolen back when Minho had moved. He had made sure his hair was straightened and his appearance was perfect. He had always held a firm belief that first impressions were always the most important ones. He did not want people to pin him the wrong way.
Myungsoo had led Taemin into the newer concrete building and took him straight to the front office. They had then shifted him to the counselor’s office to get his schedule and a basic layout of the school. For its size, it was simple. There were four major hallways that each held one of the major four subjects. In the middle there was the cafeteria and then on the other side the fine arts and gym were smashed together along with the language classes. Taemin briefly found the structure odd but knew he would get used to it eventually.
The short, frail white headed guidance counselor led him to his first class on the three hundred hall. He slipped into the world history class and thankfully skipped the brief introduction most teachers usually put new students through. He sat near the middle and slowly looked over his schedule. There were no fine arts classes of any kind on his list and he frowned deeply. Instead of dance or drama he had been placed in gym and he would have to talk to someone about changing it as soon as possible.
After the bell rang he slowly made his way to the one hundred hall way and sighed when he had to sit through a lecture on logarithms. Soon he was slipping back into the role of a normal student, at least when he was in class. But when he was in the corridors he felt jarred and shoved by the students who rushed about to get to their classes on time. He sighed deeply every time he tried to shove his way to his next class. He was so happy when it was time for lunch.
Taemin had been assigned to the first lunch of the day. He slowly made his way towards the large cafeteria after dropping off his bags in his class. He pocketed a few paper bills to buy lunch and began to weave his way to the dining hall. He paused once inside the doors, looking around for an unused table to sit at. In the middle though, there was a large table filled with laughing beautiful people. He automatically disregarded that particular seat.
The dancer sighed when he realized he would have to buy his lunch first before he could find a place to sit. Taemin slowly made his way to the food line, passing by the popular table, not even looking in their direction.
“Taemin?”
He paused at the sound of his name. He knew that voice; there was no mistaking his Minho-hyung’s voice. He turned quickly on his heel and saw his prince sitting in the middle of the massive hoards of overly made up girls and jock like guys. Taemin felt the stupid grin spread over his face as he rushed towards his boyfriend.
Minho had stood and engulfed him in hug tighter then he had ever felt before. “I’m supposing this is Myungsoo’s surprise…” Before Taemin could even speak, his head was tilted back and he felt a pair of warm lips against his own. There was a slight whoop from the table beside them. They pulled apart and Minho sat down, Taemin falling into his lap.
“I didn’t know this was your school… I never asked you the name of it…” Taemin smiled as he curled into his lover easily.
“Minho~shi?”
Both boys snapped their gaze towards the table as they all stared at them curiously. “This is Taemin. He’s my boyfriend from my home town. That’s all you need to know…”
“But I think you should tell us a little more…” One of the girls nearby had placed their hand delicately onto Minho’s shoulder. Taemin’s gaze narrowed and he almost bit it off himself. Get your filthy hands off my Minho-hyung… If you want to keep your half assed make up still on. I’ll slap it off you I swear.
Minho’s fingers brushed gingerly over Taemin’s forearms as he sat there a little unsure of what to do. “All you need to know is that I love him and wouldn’t trade him for any of you.” He looked over the entire table then turned back to Taemin to encase them back in their own little world. “You’re the one who stole my red jacket… I should have known…”
The younger boy blushed slightly and nodded. “I missed you and I wanted more things to remember you by… Its starting to smell more like me then you nowadays.”
The soccer player chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to Taemin’s temple. The two let the world fall away as they were joined together again. Their whispers never reached the rest of the eavesdropping table. They smiled and shared sweet caresses and kisses. No one would understand at this new school because they did not feel like explaining. Minho had been taken all along and none of these girls had stood a chance. Taemin was magnificent compared to them. No one was as beautiful as the boy in Minho’s lap to the elder boy. There was no other way they wanted to spend the rest of lunch and the rest of the school year together.
Chapter 23