Chapter Four
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 rest of Minho’s school day had gone by so slowly he thought his hair had started to turn grey. Everyone one had asked him if it was true if he was moving. The popular male answered in the same monotone voice and confirmed everyone’s suspicions with a tired expression. He was so happy when the final bell rang that he literally sprinted out of his class room as fast as he could. He didn’t bother to stop by his locker and kept heading straight for the exit.
The soccer player’s destination was only five feet away when he was suddenly intercepted by five giggling girls. Each female was dressed in the same fashion as the next and Minho inwardly groaned. Finally the leader of the little group was pushed forward. A light pink stained her cheeks as she looked down then to the side as she began to speak to him. If it had been any other day the male would have asked her out on a date and shown the dainty auburn girl a good time, if you catch my drift.
“M-Minho~shi… My friends and I were wondering if it was true… Are you really moving?” The short girl looked up timidly and tried not to swoon as she locked her eyes with the male’s for a brief second.
Minho gave a fake friendly smile as he sadly nodded his head. “It’s true. I won’t be coming back after break. I have to head home to help my mom start packing.” It was a complete lie but maybe it would get the giggling girls away from him. The plan worked and he was able to escape unscathed and the tall boy headed out of the door and towards his black car.
When he reached the small vehicle his two best friends greeted him with wide smiles. “You’re taking us to your house so we can try to talk some sense into your dad,” Jonghyun said while leaning against the hood of the car.
“Get off my car before your damned jeans scratch it,” Minho snapped irritably at the blonde, “And what do you mean talk some sense into him? It’s his job Jjong. There’s no way you can change this.”
Onew’s grin fell and he sighed audibly. “Well can we at least come over to hang out with you some?”
“Fine, just don’t even try to talk to my dad. It’s not going to change.” With Minho’s final say on the matter the three males climbed into the car and drove out of the school’s parking lot toward the youngest male’s home.
The drive was a short ten minutes and the driver of the car saw the tire marks from that morning. He briefly thought back to the beaming smile that he had seen at lunch and gave a soft smile of his own. Taemin had been the happiest person he’s seen all day and it made Minho a little bit happier that at least someone had not asked if he was moving.
After pulling into the driveway and getting inside the house, the boys settled into Minho’s fairly large room. They chatted as they worked on their homework, trying to avoid the topic of moving for the soccer player’s sake. The trio acted as if it were any other day and began to talk about girls and the upcoming performance.
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Taemin had worked through his homework and showered and was now laying on his bed in a plain red t-shirt and cotton boxers. He was slowly recording the day’s events in his journal, or diary as Key called it. He sighed as he paused, his pen still on the paper. The teen was trying to figure out how he would win over Minho. He most certainly knew he couldn’t let his crush know he was a boy.
He scribbled in his bound book as he squinted in thought:
Maybe I could slowly make him fall for me by becoming his dream girl only without the breast. But that would never work I only have one month. I don’t know what to do. It’s just so hard. Why did I have to wait until now to tell him? I’m an idiot.
The auburn haired boy paused again closing his eyes and laid his head down on the book. He working out all the possibilities and each ended with him in heartbreak and Minho being totally disgusted with him. If only there was a way he wouldn’t know it was me. Taemin felt as if there was no way around it. Then slowly the perfect solution settled in his mind and he sat straight up and he picked up his cell phone to set his plan into action.
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The next morning Taemin woke up an hour early and quickly got ready. He barely fixed himself up, leaving his hair down straight. The small teenager left his clothes simple, plain dark denims, a black shirt with a random print on it and a black and white stripped jacket. He grabbed his book bag and rushed out of the front door, locking it behind him, seeing as no one else was home and briskly started to walk to the nearest mini-mart.
After browsing the store Taemin settled on two items and checked out. Taemin left the store and headed towards the school, praying Minho hadn’t gotten there yet. When he walked into the educational building, very few students littered the hallways and the teen knew he had plenty of time. He quickly scribbled out something on a small piece of paper and went up to Minho’s locker. He had no idea how Key had gotten the locker combination but he wasn’t going to ask. Without further thought, Taemin opened the locker and placed the item in delicately then shut the door and walked off with a small smile, heading to the library to kill some time.
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Minho had moved almost as slow as the previous morning but when he looked in his bag he realized he hadn’t grabbed his morning classes’ books and would have to go to his locker to get them. The adolescent sighed heavily and left his house as quickly as he could. When he arrived at the school house he was stopped by people he hadn’t talked to the day before. The popular boy answered each person then walked up to his locker and opened it with a bored expression.
“Hiya Minho!” Jonghyun came up beside his friend and patted him on the shoulder.
The younger male sighed. “Morning hyung…” He opened his locker and began to scan it for his books. Instead he saw a single rose among his several books and blinked in shock. Minho had not been expecting the sight of the lavender rose. He almost fearfully reached out and touched the delicate flower. The petals were soft and he pulled it out by its stem. Tied around it was a small cream colored tag.
The tall male curiously opened it and saw the small and hurried writing on it. He scrunched his brow as he read the few words on the paper.
Purple roses represent enchantment. Just like you’ve enchanted me for several years. Even though you’re moving I want to finally let you know how I feel.
“Who’s that from?” Jonghyun asked, snapping Minho out of his thoughts.
“It doesn’t say,” he answered sounding slightly disappointed.
The blonde dino reached for the little tag and pulled it off and read it. “Well who ever she is has it bad for you my man… And purple… huh… you’ve got yourself a freak Minho.”
Minho played with the hoop at the side of his mouth and looked thoughtful. “I think it’s nice. I wonder who it is… and how they got my locker combination.” He placed the rose back in its spot delicately and snatched the small piece of paper from Jonghyun and stuffed into his pocket, slamming his locker shut. Once he reached his science class, he fondled the little scrap of paper in his pocket and grinned a little as he tried to work out who it was.
Chapter 5
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 rest of Minho’s school day had gone by so slowly he thought his hair had started to turn grey. Everyone one had asked him if it was true if he was moving. The popular male answered in the same monotone voice and confirmed everyone’s suspicions with a tired expression. He was so happy when the final bell rang that he literally sprinted out of his class room as fast as he could. He didn’t bother to stop by his locker and kept heading straight for the exit.
The soccer player’s destination was only five feet away when he was suddenly intercepted by five giggling girls. Each female was dressed in the same fashion as the next and Minho inwardly groaned. Finally the leader of the little group was pushed forward. A light pink stained her cheeks as she looked down then to the side as she began to speak to him. If it had been any other day the male would have asked her out on a date and shown the dainty auburn girl a good time, if you catch my drift.
“M-Minho~shi… My friends and I were wondering if it was true… Are you really moving?” The short girl looked up timidly and tried not to swoon as she locked her eyes with the male’s for a brief second.
Minho gave a fake friendly smile as he sadly nodded his head. “It’s true. I won’t be coming back after break. I have to head home to help my mom start packing.” It was a complete lie but maybe it would get the giggling girls away from him. The plan worked and he was able to escape unscathed and the tall boy headed out of the door and towards his black car.
When he reached the small vehicle his two best friends greeted him with wide smiles. “You’re taking us to your house so we can try to talk some sense into your dad,” Jonghyun said while leaning against the hood of the car.
“Get off my car before your damned jeans scratch it,” Minho snapped irritably at the blonde, “And what do you mean talk some sense into him? It’s his job Jjong. There’s no way you can change this.”
Onew’s grin fell and he sighed audibly. “Well can we at least come over to hang out with you some?”
“Fine, just don’t even try to talk to my dad. It’s not going to change.” With Minho’s final say on the matter the three males climbed into the car and drove out of the school’s parking lot toward the youngest male’s home.
The drive was a short ten minutes and the driver of the car saw the tire marks from that morning. He briefly thought back to the beaming smile that he had seen at lunch and gave a soft smile of his own. Taemin had been the happiest person he’s seen all day and it made Minho a little bit happier that at least someone had not asked if he was moving.
After pulling into the driveway and getting inside the house, the boys settled into Minho’s fairly large room. They chatted as they worked on their homework, trying to avoid the topic of moving for the soccer player’s sake. The trio acted as if it were any other day and began to talk about girls and the upcoming performance.
--
Taemin had worked through his homework and showered and was now laying on his bed in a plain red t-shirt and cotton boxers. He was slowly recording the day’s events in his journal, or diary as Key called it. He sighed as he paused, his pen still on the paper. The teen was trying to figure out how he would win over Minho. He most certainly knew he couldn’t let his crush know he was a boy.
He scribbled in his bound book as he squinted in thought:
Maybe I could slowly make him fall for me by becoming his dream girl only without the breast. But that would never work I only have one month. I don’t know what to do. It’s just so hard. Why did I have to wait until now to tell him? I’m an idiot.
The auburn haired boy paused again closing his eyes and laid his head down on the book. He working out all the possibilities and each ended with him in heartbreak and Minho being totally disgusted with him. If only there was a way he wouldn’t know it was me. Taemin felt as if there was no way around it. Then slowly the perfect solution settled in his mind and he sat straight up and he picked up his cell phone to set his plan into action.
--
The next morning Taemin woke up an hour early and quickly got ready. He barely fixed himself up, leaving his hair down straight. The small teenager left his clothes simple, plain dark denims, a black shirt with a random print on it and a black and white stripped jacket. He grabbed his book bag and rushed out of the front door, locking it behind him, seeing as no one else was home and briskly started to walk to the nearest mini-mart.
After browsing the store Taemin settled on two items and checked out. Taemin left the store and headed towards the school, praying Minho hadn’t gotten there yet. When he walked into the educational building, very few students littered the hallways and the teen knew he had plenty of time. He quickly scribbled out something on a small piece of paper and went up to Minho’s locker. He had no idea how Key had gotten the locker combination but he wasn’t going to ask. Without further thought, Taemin opened the locker and placed the item in delicately then shut the door and walked off with a small smile, heading to the library to kill some time.
--
Minho had moved almost as slow as the previous morning but when he looked in his bag he realized he hadn’t grabbed his morning classes’ books and would have to go to his locker to get them. The adolescent sighed heavily and left his house as quickly as he could. When he arrived at the school house he was stopped by people he hadn’t talked to the day before. The popular boy answered each person then walked up to his locker and opened it with a bored expression.
“Hiya Minho!” Jonghyun came up beside his friend and patted him on the shoulder.
The younger male sighed. “Morning hyung…” He opened his locker and began to scan it for his books. Instead he saw a single rose among his several books and blinked in shock. Minho had not been expecting the sight of the lavender rose. He almost fearfully reached out and touched the delicate flower. The petals were soft and he pulled it out by its stem. Tied around it was a small cream colored tag.
The tall male curiously opened it and saw the small and hurried writing on it. He scrunched his brow as he read the few words on the paper.
Purple roses represent enchantment. Just like you’ve enchanted me for several years. Even though you’re moving I want to finally let you know how I feel.
“Who’s that from?” Jonghyun asked, snapping Minho out of his thoughts.
“It doesn’t say,” he answered sounding slightly disappointed.
The blonde dino reached for the little tag and pulled it off and read it. “Well who ever she is has it bad for you my man… And purple… huh… you’ve got yourself a freak Minho.”
Minho played with the hoop at the side of his mouth and looked thoughtful. “I think it’s nice. I wonder who it is… and how they got my locker combination.” He placed the rose back in its spot delicately and snatched the small piece of paper from Jonghyun and stuffed into his pocket, slamming his locker shut. Once he reached his science class, he fondled the little scrap of paper in his pocket and grinned a little as he tried to work out who it was.
Chapter 5