Chapter Six
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.
As Taemin headed out of his front door the next morning he had to change his original course. Instead of heading to the grocery store to look at half dead flowers, he walked in the opposite direction to the local flower shop. The auburn haired boy had called the evening before to ask for their hours and they opened luckily thirty minutes before the school opened and they carried the exact flower he was looking for.
The frail boy walked to the small side shop and the crisp air and scent of several different flowers hit him at once. A wrinkled old man with fairly large rimmed glasses sat perched behind the counter reading a paper. Taemin walked up slowly to the man and smiled at him.
“Good morning, I was wondering if you still had some nice looking blooms of the azalea?” he asked smiling sweetly.
The older male looked up and returned the smile. “Why yes, they’re over there.” He pointed a wrinkled, aged hand at the small bunch of pink flowers in a bucket. “I picked them fresh this morning, someone called about them the other day.”
Taemin grinned and head over to the small barrel and looked through them and picked out the two best looking flowers and headed over to the older man. “Ah the flower of First Love, who’s the lucky girl?”
“Oh…” The teen looked down in slight embarrassment. “I’m only picking it up for one of my friends. It’s their favorite flower.”
The elderly man gave a knowing smile, but decided not to press the matter and took the few bills that were passed his way. “Here… for the note to go with it.” The withered hand pushed some parchment paper towards the teenager and the chocolate brown eyes looked up with slight confusion.
“But I-”
The senior citizen cut him off. “I can see love in a young man’s eyes. Just write how you feel.” The slightly dehydrated lips were pulled into a grin and Taemin smiled back, taking the paper with him as he went.
The dancer stopped at a coffee shop on the way to school and looked at the paper in his hand, along with the flowers. He would write the note on Friday, the note where he let all of his feelings show.
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Minho had not run late that morning and he arrived at the school with enough time to seek out Jonghyun before heading to his locker. The short blonde was standing near the entrance, leaning against the brick building. The soccer player approached his friend and eyed him.
“Looks like you didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I didn’t…” Minho rubbed his eyes. “I kept worrying about the move and just shit. The concert's next week and the only soloist that actually got his song right was Taemin. The other person I worked with was so off I wanted to shoot them. I don’t know why I agreed to being the rapepr. Plus I have that project in English and the paper in Literature. I’m shocked I haven’t died yet.”
Jonghyun furrowed his brow and looked at his friend. “Don’t forget your secret admirer.”
Minho rolled his eyes, looking skeptical. “It was a one time thing.”
The shrill bell signifying the beginning of morning classes cut through the air and both teens reluctantly moved into the building towards their lockers. When they reached their destination the boys turned the knobs on their lockers and opened the doors. Minho was greeted by the sight of two pink flowers, which were obviously the same type of blossom. Under them was a folded sheet of notebook paper that had his name on it.
The soccer smiled and pulled out the buds slowly and looked at them. They looked freshly cut and beautiful. Whoever was doing this was taking extra care to be sure he was getting the best flowers ever. Then he grabbed the note and flipped it open. The penmanship was less rushed and the writings were longer.
Azalea: Love, romance, first love, fragile passion, temperance.
The meaning behind this flower ceases to amaze me and how it almost pales in comparison for what I indeed feel for you. I sometimes wonder if I should go up and talk to you or just continue to be someone you would never notice. I admire you for your amazing skills and your air of confidence. Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you what drew me to you.
With all the unspoken affection of a yearning heart.
“Another love letter?” Jonghyun snatched the piece of paper away and read it. “A yearning heart? This girl is a fucking raving lunatic. Forget her man.”
Minho glared at the blonde and grabbed it away from him. “I don’t care. Someone actually likes me for me.” The soccer player gently placed the pink flowers back in their spot and smiled affectionately. He folded the note and placed it in his pocket along with the scrap of paper from the day before.
The teen could not figure out who this mysterious girl was and why she was sending him flowers. He thought at first it may have been his popularity and good looks but just from the simple few words he read he knew there was so much more to her. She could see past the cool façade and could see his actual personality. He slammed his locker shut and headed off to his science class.
--
By Minho’s third class he had read the note at least twenty times and each time it made him smile. He settled into his seat and noticed the shock of auburn hair in front of him. Taemin had taken the seat of the girl that Minho had occasionally flirted with. On the board Mr. Park had written out that students should sit with their partners and work on their projects, but Taemin was hurriedly scribbling away in a notebook. The taller male studied the curve of the Taemin’s back and nearly felt himself appreciating the sight. There was a small patch of pale skin that showed in between the red shirt and tight jeans.
“Um…” Minho cleared his throat before trying to speak again. “Taemin? Are we gonna work?”
The shorter boy sat up and turned around. “Sorry. I have a ‘journal’ thing due soon. I didn’t get a chance to do it last night since I did this.” Taemin reached into his folder and pulled out a colorful sheet of paper. It was the cover to their magazine The Word. It had all of Minho’s basic ideas on it and then some extra things that had been thrown in that made it look even better.
“Wow, this is amazing.” The popular boy picked it up delicately and looked it over with a scrutinizing gaze.
Taemin nodded and reached over to point at certain spots. “But I was thinking, maybe to add a saying here and here. And change a few colors. What do you think?”
Minho put the paper down in between them and turned it so they could both lean over it. When they did, they were only an inch or so away from one another and the smaller teen felt the heat radiating off of his project partner. “Maybe blue instead of red… And we could have the heading to one of our articles here.”
“Speaking of articles, we need to finish those up don’t we?” Taemin asked and pulled out his own as Minho pulled out his paper. The two partners leaned over Minho’s desk working equally on their own articles, helping each other as they had before and telling each other small stories about their lives, slowly filling each other in.
“I’ll come over on Thursday night to throw all this together before we turn it in. If it’s all right with you and your parents,” Minho asked while writing out the last sentence to his article.
Taemin nodded and looked up at him. “It’s fine. My parents are never home. They started working abroad a few years ago and just let me live by myself. So I’m home alone a lot. We can ride to my house unless you have something else to do.”
“Well I could stay the night too. That’s completely up to you. But I was thinking it may take awhile for total completion of the magazine,” the soccer player explained innocently.
The auburn hair teen swallowed inaudibly and looked down letting his bangs cover his blushing face as he pretended to finish up his article. “Sure, that’s no problem at all. I wouldn’t want you driving home sleepily.”
“Cool. I’ll bring my overnight bag to school and I can drive us to your house.”
“All right. I’ll set up the guest bedroom for you.”
“Awesome! It’s a date.” Minho grinned at his new found friend as said friend had a silent heart attack at the word date. Taemin had never thought in a million years that the one boy he had wanted would be in his house, under his room, probably in his room for a long period of time, and spending uninterrupted hours with him.
The younger male smiled slowly. “Yea a date…” The bell rang signaling the end of the class and both gathered their things and head off in their own directions, smiling softly, and looking forward to that Thursday.
Chapter 7
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.
As Taemin headed out of his front door the next morning he had to change his original course. Instead of heading to the grocery store to look at half dead flowers, he walked in the opposite direction to the local flower shop. The auburn haired boy had called the evening before to ask for their hours and they opened luckily thirty minutes before the school opened and they carried the exact flower he was looking for.
The frail boy walked to the small side shop and the crisp air and scent of several different flowers hit him at once. A wrinkled old man with fairly large rimmed glasses sat perched behind the counter reading a paper. Taemin walked up slowly to the man and smiled at him.
“Good morning, I was wondering if you still had some nice looking blooms of the azalea?” he asked smiling sweetly.
The older male looked up and returned the smile. “Why yes, they’re over there.” He pointed a wrinkled, aged hand at the small bunch of pink flowers in a bucket. “I picked them fresh this morning, someone called about them the other day.”
Taemin grinned and head over to the small barrel and looked through them and picked out the two best looking flowers and headed over to the older man. “Ah the flower of First Love, who’s the lucky girl?”
“Oh…” The teen looked down in slight embarrassment. “I’m only picking it up for one of my friends. It’s their favorite flower.”
The elderly man gave a knowing smile, but decided not to press the matter and took the few bills that were passed his way. “Here… for the note to go with it.” The withered hand pushed some parchment paper towards the teenager and the chocolate brown eyes looked up with slight confusion.
“But I-”
The senior citizen cut him off. “I can see love in a young man’s eyes. Just write how you feel.” The slightly dehydrated lips were pulled into a grin and Taemin smiled back, taking the paper with him as he went.
The dancer stopped at a coffee shop on the way to school and looked at the paper in his hand, along with the flowers. He would write the note on Friday, the note where he let all of his feelings show.
--
Minho had not run late that morning and he arrived at the school with enough time to seek out Jonghyun before heading to his locker. The short blonde was standing near the entrance, leaning against the brick building. The soccer player approached his friend and eyed him.
“Looks like you didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I didn’t…” Minho rubbed his eyes. “I kept worrying about the move and just shit. The concert's next week and the only soloist that actually got his song right was Taemin. The other person I worked with was so off I wanted to shoot them. I don’t know why I agreed to being the rapepr. Plus I have that project in English and the paper in Literature. I’m shocked I haven’t died yet.”
Jonghyun furrowed his brow and looked at his friend. “Don’t forget your secret admirer.”
Minho rolled his eyes, looking skeptical. “It was a one time thing.”
The shrill bell signifying the beginning of morning classes cut through the air and both teens reluctantly moved into the building towards their lockers. When they reached their destination the boys turned the knobs on their lockers and opened the doors. Minho was greeted by the sight of two pink flowers, which were obviously the same type of blossom. Under them was a folded sheet of notebook paper that had his name on it.
The soccer smiled and pulled out the buds slowly and looked at them. They looked freshly cut and beautiful. Whoever was doing this was taking extra care to be sure he was getting the best flowers ever. Then he grabbed the note and flipped it open. The penmanship was less rushed and the writings were longer.
Azalea: Love, romance, first love, fragile passion, temperance.
The meaning behind this flower ceases to amaze me and how it almost pales in comparison for what I indeed feel for you. I sometimes wonder if I should go up and talk to you or just continue to be someone you would never notice. I admire you for your amazing skills and your air of confidence. Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you what drew me to you.
With all the unspoken affection of a yearning heart.
“Another love letter?” Jonghyun snatched the piece of paper away and read it. “A yearning heart? This girl is a fucking raving lunatic. Forget her man.”
Minho glared at the blonde and grabbed it away from him. “I don’t care. Someone actually likes me for me.” The soccer player gently placed the pink flowers back in their spot and smiled affectionately. He folded the note and placed it in his pocket along with the scrap of paper from the day before.
The teen could not figure out who this mysterious girl was and why she was sending him flowers. He thought at first it may have been his popularity and good looks but just from the simple few words he read he knew there was so much more to her. She could see past the cool façade and could see his actual personality. He slammed his locker shut and headed off to his science class.
--
By Minho’s third class he had read the note at least twenty times and each time it made him smile. He settled into his seat and noticed the shock of auburn hair in front of him. Taemin had taken the seat of the girl that Minho had occasionally flirted with. On the board Mr. Park had written out that students should sit with their partners and work on their projects, but Taemin was hurriedly scribbling away in a notebook. The taller male studied the curve of the Taemin’s back and nearly felt himself appreciating the sight. There was a small patch of pale skin that showed in between the red shirt and tight jeans.
“Um…” Minho cleared his throat before trying to speak again. “Taemin? Are we gonna work?”
The shorter boy sat up and turned around. “Sorry. I have a ‘journal’ thing due soon. I didn’t get a chance to do it last night since I did this.” Taemin reached into his folder and pulled out a colorful sheet of paper. It was the cover to their magazine The Word. It had all of Minho’s basic ideas on it and then some extra things that had been thrown in that made it look even better.
“Wow, this is amazing.” The popular boy picked it up delicately and looked it over with a scrutinizing gaze.
Taemin nodded and reached over to point at certain spots. “But I was thinking, maybe to add a saying here and here. And change a few colors. What do you think?”
Minho put the paper down in between them and turned it so they could both lean over it. When they did, they were only an inch or so away from one another and the smaller teen felt the heat radiating off of his project partner. “Maybe blue instead of red… And we could have the heading to one of our articles here.”
“Speaking of articles, we need to finish those up don’t we?” Taemin asked and pulled out his own as Minho pulled out his paper. The two partners leaned over Minho’s desk working equally on their own articles, helping each other as they had before and telling each other small stories about their lives, slowly filling each other in.
“I’ll come over on Thursday night to throw all this together before we turn it in. If it’s all right with you and your parents,” Minho asked while writing out the last sentence to his article.
Taemin nodded and looked up at him. “It’s fine. My parents are never home. They started working abroad a few years ago and just let me live by myself. So I’m home alone a lot. We can ride to my house unless you have something else to do.”
“Well I could stay the night too. That’s completely up to you. But I was thinking it may take awhile for total completion of the magazine,” the soccer player explained innocently.
The auburn hair teen swallowed inaudibly and looked down letting his bangs cover his blushing face as he pretended to finish up his article. “Sure, that’s no problem at all. I wouldn’t want you driving home sleepily.”
“Cool. I’ll bring my overnight bag to school and I can drive us to your house.”
“All right. I’ll set up the guest bedroom for you.”
“Awesome! It’s a date.” Minho grinned at his new found friend as said friend had a silent heart attack at the word date. Taemin had never thought in a million years that the one boy he had wanted would be in his house, under his room, probably in his room for a long period of time, and spending uninterrupted hours with him.
The younger male smiled slowly. “Yea a date…” The bell rang signaling the end of the class and both gathered their things and head off in their own directions, smiling softly, and looking forward to that Thursday.
Chapter 7