Chapter Seven
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.
Once again Taemin had allowed himself to be dragged towards the vending machines by his diva friend, who could tell just by the grin on the younger boy’s face that something great had happened. Taemin had been positively melting from the inside out since English and he knew it wouldn’t stop until he came to grip with reality. The poor boy did not want to let go of his fantasies just yet as he slumped against the tall high-calorie food dispenser.
“Spill, it’s going to give you an aneurism if you don’t.” Key was scanning the varied items behind the Plexiglas, contemplating his choices.
The boy drew in his bottom lip and grinned wildly. “He’s spending the night Thursday.”
This soft spoken statement made the stout man stop in his quest for confectionary goods and turn towards his best friend. “You have got to be kidding me.” When the auburn hair swayed from the shaking head, Key let his jaw drop. “How the hell did you get straight boy to want you that fast? I mean, that’s great Taemin!”
Taemin just let out a soft laugh. “Well it’s only to work on our English project. So it’s nothing like that, no matter how badly I want it to be. He said it was a date, but that probably means nothing too... I think he just meant it as a turn of phrase.” A slight red tint crept up his cheeks but before he could speak Gain came running towards them, looking a little frazzled.
“Taemin~ah, Joonie twisted his ankle, and you know how we’re supposed to have that live music all week to promote the concert?” The girl didn’t even give the boy a chance to nod. “Well today was his day and no one else knows his dance, except you because you did it last year. So could you please do it? The music’s starting.”
Sure enough the beginning strains of pre-recorded bass come pouring from the speakers set up around the cafeteria. Taemin quickly gave a soft groan, feeling slightly sick to his stomach. “Where am I supposed to dance?” ha asked as the intro played.
“Onew’s table, they cleared it. Go!”
Taemin felt flustered for a moment, his eyes going wide before he walked over to the table. The boy moved his arms and chest in time with the music, a little improve as he made his way to his spot. Some of the nearby groups watched him, enjoying the show as the dancer moved between their lunch tables.
Shijakeun dalkomhage, pyeongbeom hage naege kkeullyo
Eonjena geuraettdeushi meonjeo mal eul geoleowa
Modeun ganeungseong, yeoleodweo
Taemin’s movements steady as he continued to walk towards the middle table, floating through the motions as if they were second nature. He reached the table and Jonghyun stood knowing exactly what Taemin was going to do and allowed him to use his chair. This usually wasn't allowed in the school, but their arts department brought in revenue for the school, so they allowed the students to perform during lunch and on tables if there was a need for it.
Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo
He eonal su eobseo I got you- Under my skin
Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo
Neon na-ye no ye I got you- Under my skin
Taemin bounced up onto the table and effortlessly fell into the motions of the dance, facing the majority of the cafeteria and had his back to Minho, no thinking about the fact that his behind would be facing him. Taemin twisted in the easily recognizable moves, adding his own motions to them and overpowering the original dance, making people actually pay attention, unlike the poor girl that danced the day before who was completely ignored.
Ne ggum soke nan neol jibhaehaneun mabeobsa nae jumune
Neon dashi geuryeojigo isseo I got you- Under my skin
My devils ride, deoneun sumeul goti eobtjanha geurahdamyeon
Ijen jeulgyeoboneun ke eoddeolkke I got you- Under my skin
Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo
He eonal su eobseo I got you- Under my skin
The auburn haired boy moved so effortlessly, adding extra power into his moves, glancing down at people sitting below him, making eye contact with all of them and feeling his heart give a slight flutter at the sight of Minho’s brown eyes. Taemin had to be sure he wouldn't hit anyone with his legs as he nearly lost concentration for a moment, but regained it quickly.
Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo
Neon na-ye no e I got you- Under my skïn
He knew the song was coming to a close and let his body fly through the motion without hesitation, knowing the moves would be perfect since he practiced them so many times the semester before. When the last lines of the song echoed across the cafeteria, he slowly sunk down to one knee in his final pose, eyes closed as he tried to breathe away the nervousness he knew he would feel. When he opened his eyes, he was directly in front of Minho and he gave him a shy smile.
There was a small pause as the last remaining strain broke off and then most people applauded the show. Taemin’s grinned brightly and slid off the table. He pulled the clapped his hands together with everyone else as he stood in between Jonghyun and Minho. “Don’t forget the concert is next Friday, at seven o’clock. Bring cash to buy drinks and snacks and some souvenirs. Thank you!” someone from the dance class said into a microphone near the speakers. nd
As soon as the music flowed into someone else’s song, the sexy dancer act fell and Taemin was once again his shy self. He was no longer exuding confidence but his hands were shaking. “I didn’t mess up. Hallelujah. I didn’t screw up…” His lips were spread in a wide smile and he hugged Onew.
“Taemin, there’s no point to telling you that you were great. But didn’t you dance that last year in the spring?” the tall eldest asked as he saw Key approaching.
The fluffy auburn hair bounced slightly as Taemin nodded. “Yea I did, but I wasn’t supposed to dance today. I was only supposed to perform on Friday, but Joon broke something. And I only had like a five second warning before I had to come out here.”
“You never cease to amaze me…”
Jonghyun let eyes look towards the sky. “Minho stop quoting your little admirer and get your jaw and drool off the floor. It’s becoming disturbing.”
The popular male let his eyes trail away from Taemin for the first time since he had emerged from the vending machine. When the tiny boy danced, he became a different person and Minho liked the look he saw when his eyes when their gazes met those few times as he performed. Minho hadn’t noticed he had continued to stare, but after the performer fell away he saw the Taemin he knew, the Taemin that begged to be held and cuddled with because he was so damned adorable.
The slight blush that had crept up on the milky cheeks almost went unnoticed but Minho saw it and smiled. “Th-Thanks Minho… That means a lot.” A slow, sweet smiled unfurled around his lips and he reached over and hugged the taller male. Taemin was pleasantly surprised when he felt the long arms tighten around his middle and then a quick release and he moved back.
The younger boy gave Minho one last timid smile and swished off to his usual table with Key. “If I wasn’t your friend, I’d say you’ve got fancy a lil’ boy named Taemin.” Jonghyun grinned at the younger boy next to him and nudged him. He saw the looks that the soccer player had given the dancer as he performed. It was as if he was mesmerized and could see know one else besides the dancing boy.
“Shut up Jjong, you know I’m only for girls…” Minho shoved his friend playfully, and hid the smirk on his face.
The older teen shrugged. “Maybe Taeminnie’s an exception to that little rule of yours.”
“Or maybe yours.”
“Not my type.”
Minho let his eyes look towards the sky. Almost all of their close friends knew the blonde dino did not believe love was defined by gender. Just like everyone knew Minho did not believe in love, at all. It was an accepted fact among the group of boys at the table. But all of them saw what only Jonghyun was brave enough to point out. No one could hide that soft twinkle in their eye when they were falling hard for someone and they hadn’t realized it yet.
Chapter 8
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.
Once again Taemin had allowed himself to be dragged towards the vending machines by his diva friend, who could tell just by the grin on the younger boy’s face that something great had happened. Taemin had been positively melting from the inside out since English and he knew it wouldn’t stop until he came to grip with reality. The poor boy did not want to let go of his fantasies just yet as he slumped against the tall high-calorie food dispenser.
“Spill, it’s going to give you an aneurism if you don’t.” Key was scanning the varied items behind the Plexiglas, contemplating his choices.
The boy drew in his bottom lip and grinned wildly. “He’s spending the night Thursday.”
This soft spoken statement made the stout man stop in his quest for confectionary goods and turn towards his best friend. “You have got to be kidding me.” When the auburn hair swayed from the shaking head, Key let his jaw drop. “How the hell did you get straight boy to want you that fast? I mean, that’s great Taemin!”
Taemin just let out a soft laugh. “Well it’s only to work on our English project. So it’s nothing like that, no matter how badly I want it to be. He said it was a date, but that probably means nothing too... I think he just meant it as a turn of phrase.” A slight red tint crept up his cheeks but before he could speak Gain came running towards them, looking a little frazzled.
“Taemin~ah, Joonie twisted his ankle, and you know how we’re supposed to have that live music all week to promote the concert?” The girl didn’t even give the boy a chance to nod. “Well today was his day and no one else knows his dance, except you because you did it last year. So could you please do it? The music’s starting.”
Sure enough the beginning strains of pre-recorded bass come pouring from the speakers set up around the cafeteria. Taemin quickly gave a soft groan, feeling slightly sick to his stomach. “Where am I supposed to dance?” ha asked as the intro played.
“Onew’s table, they cleared it. Go!”
Taemin felt flustered for a moment, his eyes going wide before he walked over to the table. The boy moved his arms and chest in time with the music, a little improve as he made his way to his spot. Some of the nearby groups watched him, enjoying the show as the dancer moved between their lunch tables.
Shijakeun dalkomhage, pyeongbeom hage naege kkeullyo
Eonjena geuraettdeushi meonjeo mal eul geoleowa
Modeun ganeungseong, yeoleodweo
Taemin’s movements steady as he continued to walk towards the middle table, floating through the motions as if they were second nature. He reached the table and Jonghyun stood knowing exactly what Taemin was going to do and allowed him to use his chair. This usually wasn't allowed in the school, but their arts department brought in revenue for the school, so they allowed the students to perform during lunch and on tables if there was a need for it.
Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo
He eonal su eobseo I got you- Under my skin
Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo
Neon na-ye no ye I got you- Under my skin
Taemin bounced up onto the table and effortlessly fell into the motions of the dance, facing the majority of the cafeteria and had his back to Minho, no thinking about the fact that his behind would be facing him. Taemin twisted in the easily recognizable moves, adding his own motions to them and overpowering the original dance, making people actually pay attention, unlike the poor girl that danced the day before who was completely ignored.
Ne ggum soke nan neol jibhaehaneun mabeobsa nae jumune
Neon dashi geuryeojigo isseo I got you- Under my skin
My devils ride, deoneun sumeul goti eobtjanha geurahdamyeon
Ijen jeulgyeoboneun ke eoddeolkke I got you- Under my skin
Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo
He eonal su eobseo I got you- Under my skin
The auburn haired boy moved so effortlessly, adding extra power into his moves, glancing down at people sitting below him, making eye contact with all of them and feeling his heart give a slight flutter at the sight of Minho’s brown eyes. Taemin had to be sure he wouldn't hit anyone with his legs as he nearly lost concentration for a moment, but regained it quickly.
Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo
Neon na-ye no e I got you- Under my skïn
He knew the song was coming to a close and let his body fly through the motion without hesitation, knowing the moves would be perfect since he practiced them so many times the semester before. When the last lines of the song echoed across the cafeteria, he slowly sunk down to one knee in his final pose, eyes closed as he tried to breathe away the nervousness he knew he would feel. When he opened his eyes, he was directly in front of Minho and he gave him a shy smile.
There was a small pause as the last remaining strain broke off and then most people applauded the show. Taemin’s grinned brightly and slid off the table. He pulled the clapped his hands together with everyone else as he stood in between Jonghyun and Minho. “Don’t forget the concert is next Friday, at seven o’clock. Bring cash to buy drinks and snacks and some souvenirs. Thank you!” someone from the dance class said into a microphone near the speakers. nd
As soon as the music flowed into someone else’s song, the sexy dancer act fell and Taemin was once again his shy self. He was no longer exuding confidence but his hands were shaking. “I didn’t mess up. Hallelujah. I didn’t screw up…” His lips were spread in a wide smile and he hugged Onew.
“Taemin, there’s no point to telling you that you were great. But didn’t you dance that last year in the spring?” the tall eldest asked as he saw Key approaching.
The fluffy auburn hair bounced slightly as Taemin nodded. “Yea I did, but I wasn’t supposed to dance today. I was only supposed to perform on Friday, but Joon broke something. And I only had like a five second warning before I had to come out here.”
“You never cease to amaze me…”
Jonghyun let eyes look towards the sky. “Minho stop quoting your little admirer and get your jaw and drool off the floor. It’s becoming disturbing.”
The popular male let his eyes trail away from Taemin for the first time since he had emerged from the vending machine. When the tiny boy danced, he became a different person and Minho liked the look he saw when his eyes when their gazes met those few times as he performed. Minho hadn’t noticed he had continued to stare, but after the performer fell away he saw the Taemin he knew, the Taemin that begged to be held and cuddled with because he was so damned adorable.
The slight blush that had crept up on the milky cheeks almost went unnoticed but Minho saw it and smiled. “Th-Thanks Minho… That means a lot.” A slow, sweet smiled unfurled around his lips and he reached over and hugged the taller male. Taemin was pleasantly surprised when he felt the long arms tighten around his middle and then a quick release and he moved back.
The younger boy gave Minho one last timid smile and swished off to his usual table with Key. “If I wasn’t your friend, I’d say you’ve got fancy a lil’ boy named Taemin.” Jonghyun grinned at the younger boy next to him and nudged him. He saw the looks that the soccer player had given the dancer as he performed. It was as if he was mesmerized and could see know one else besides the dancing boy.
“Shut up Jjong, you know I’m only for girls…” Minho shoved his friend playfully, and hid the smirk on his face.
The older teen shrugged. “Maybe Taeminnie’s an exception to that little rule of yours.”
“Or maybe yours.”
“Not my type.”
Minho let his eyes look towards the sky. Almost all of their close friends knew the blonde dino did not believe love was defined by gender. Just like everyone knew Minho did not believe in love, at all. It was an accepted fact among the group of boys at the table. But all of them saw what only Jonghyun was brave enough to point out. No one could hide that soft twinkle in their eye when they were falling hard for someone and they hadn’t realized it yet.
Chapter 8