FANFIC: "The New: Kid (Part1)" (Mini-Series) (SHINee, JongKey & 2Min)
Title: "The New: Kid (Part 1)" Mini-Series.
Pairings: JongKey (Jonghyun x Key), 2Min (Minho x Taemin, beginning)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: A bit of Drama, mostly Fluff
Type: FlashFic Mini-Series.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Badass Boys, Divas, Cursing, Stereotypical school scenarios.
A/N: FierceDivaBitch/FairyGodmother Key= Lala's Personal Bias. Please comment if reading!!
Dedication: This is really just a little something that is evolving into more than a "little" something, for my blondAmericana thesilveramazon. I love you Silver-chan! It's her birthday, so anything I post today will be dedicated to her! (I'm hoping to get a couple things done).
Summary: The day looks like it is going to suck, his best friends are dating, he always says the wrong thing, and the new kid needs a friend. Minho isn't it, but his friends are. Which means he's stuck with the kid anyway.
Well. The kid is kinda cute...
***
Sighing as he stepped through the doors of the school, Choi Minho shouldered his bag and tried to shake the feeling that to day was just going to flat out suck. The feeling hung on though, digging claws into him when he tried to turn his mind to simpler things. He would not dwell on the fact that his little brother ruined one of his favorite shirts -the one he’d planned to wear this morning- and he would not think about the fact that he was going to get lectured for not doing his homework, and he was definitely not going to stew over Jonghyun failing to meet him for their morning walk.
If it was because he was mooning over that damn Kim again, I’m going to kick his ass. Minho grunted under his breath as he reached his locker, dropping his bag at his feet and spinning the combination without looking.
Glancing up the hallway he watched some strange red-headed kid fight with his locker door, sympathy making him tsk. As he watched, a group of bullies descended upon the “new kid” just as he finally managed to get his locker door open. Minho sighed again. The poor kid had gotten the combination wrong at least three times -that Minho had actually seen- and then they were slamming it shut again. One on each side, one behind him, and another hanging off to the side snickering.
It was no damn wonder the kid jumped and squeaked.
And yeah, he squeaked. Minho could hear it down the hall. Poor kid…
Taemin winced internally as metal crashed against metal, one hand clutching the strap to his backpack. The three were bigger than him, easily, both taller and broader built. Aside from the matching jackets and muscles, there was a brutal sameness to their eyes, flat and cruel. All of them were smirking, and he was pretty sure he’d heard more than one snicker.
“Aren’t you cute?” One said, grinning and leaning closer in an exaggerated move that made him shy away. “Awww, where you goin’?”
One of his friends stepped closer, nudging Taemin back to his original place. “Answer, new kid.”
“Start with your name.” The first suggested, ruffling silken auburn hair.
“L-Lee Taemin.” He muttered, mouth tightening at the snickers. Glancing down the hall in the hope of escape, he froze at the sight of another student watching from his own locker.
Dark eyed and serious, the unknown student frowned at the three surrounding Taemin, shoulders tightening under his leather jacket. His frown deepened as he watched the three press closer, gaze narrowing to slits. Taemin swallowed, throat suddenly dry as he stared at the handsome “bad boy”. Who is that?
“Minhoooooooo.” The drawling utterance of his name made him spin around, sighing as he came face-to-face with the psycho he occasionally thought of as his best friend.
Kim Jonghyun leaned against his own locker, directly next to Minho’s. Leaning around the door, Minho gave the other male a cursory sweep and shook his head. Black and red jeans encased his legs, black boots on his feet, and a red shirt with black spray-painted letters “Try Me” and his trademark black leather jacket.
“I’m not going to discuss your hair, but the wardrobe is acceptable.” He managed a smirk as he closed his locker door and leaned a shoulder against it. “Trying to get a date?”
Jonghyun made an annoyed noise and ran his hand over his shades-of-blond-and-red hair, huffing. “You have no eye for style.”
“If that’s what it is, apparently not.” Minho laughed, reaching over and ruffling the blond strands. His own hair was slightly longer than Jonghyun’s, naturally black with highlights of dark brown and currently tied into a mini-ponytail.
“You’re such an asshole.” Jonghyun tsked, shaking his head. “It makes me sad that we’re best friends.”
“Right, because you’re not an asshole.” Minho rolled his eyes. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
Jonghyun smirked. “You never call him that to his face.”
“Because he’d cut something off and I’m rather fond of it.” Minho muttered under his breath.
“You call him a diva.”
“He is a diva, Jonghyun.”
“You call him a bitch.”
“Have you seen him when he’s pissed off?”
“I’m just trying to find the border of your stupidity.”
“I have a pretty good idea of what I can say before Key turns me into a eunuch.” Minho shrugged. “So where the fuck is he?”
“This bitch was picking up coffee for his eunuchs.” Key smiled sweetly as he appeared beside them, handing them each a coffee and pitching the carrier into a nearby trashcan as he sipped from his own. “Good morning darlings.”
The last of the group to arrive was clad head to toe in black today. His hair -naturally dark and faintly streaked with fierce pink that only he could pull off- was relatively long, bangs cut at a stylish angle across his face, the latest rage somewhere Minho had no doubt. A black scooped-neck shirt flaunted the smooth plane of his upper chest and offered a flash of his collarbones before the black of his blazer took over. Black jeans molded to his legs and black boots completed the look.
Fresh off the catwalk, like always.
“Hello Key.” Minho muttered behind the rim of his cup. “I-”
“Haven’t had coffee yet so you’re still stupid.” Key held up a forestalling hand, perfectly manicured. “Don’t talk to me yet.”
“Ok then.”
“You can tell me why I’m going to cut your dick off later.”
Great… I’m so looking forward to that discussion. Sipping at his drink, Minho sighed internally.
He sometimes wondered about his choice of friends. Not Jonghyun, because the two of them had been friends forever… And while they were both what some of the girls called “pretty”, they also wore leather jackets, got into fights all the time, and liked motorcycles. It was a little too late to get rid of his best friend; they’d only known each other forever.
Key, Key was a strange one. Beautiful, definitely. Stylish and usually in designer wear, lean and lithe and on the quiet side. He was not the sort to rough someone up just to make a name for himself. Not that Jonghyun or Minho had resorted to such methods for awhile, but once upon a time it had been necessary. Key had never had that problem.
Of course, he could also melt a hole through someone just by looking at them.
“You’re thinking too much.” Key murmured angelically. “What did I miss besides the start of your charming conversation?”
“Minho was staring off into nothing.” Jonghyun muttered, glancing up the hall. “Oh, not nothing, I guess.”
“New kid.” Minho muttered, glancing back to the group as he remembered. “Taemin, I think… The welcoming committee got to him first.”
Taemin was now backed against the lockers, warily eyeing the three gloating over him. He clutched a textbook to his chest, fingers gone white and eyes wide behind the curtain of his ginger bangs.
“And you’re just watching?” Key asked scathingly, following his gaze. “Do I have to do everything around here?”
“Do what?” Jonghyun squeaked, barely managing to catch the coffee that was shoved at him.
“Hold it or wear it.” Key snapped, dropping his bag and stalking down the hall. “I swear for you two being the school badasses, I sure do have to do a fucking lot around here…”
“He’s pissed.” Jonghyun muttered behind his coffee. “Your fault.”
“Mine!?”
“Look out, bitch-mode is really on now.” The blond shrugged. “You will be blamed for this for at least a week.”
“I will?!”
“Well yeah. I have ways of making him forgive me.” Jonghyun sipped at his coffee.
Minho shook his head. “I don’t want to think about your sex life.”
“It’s great, thanks for asking.”
“Aish!”
“Taeminnie!” Key crooned as soon as he was within earshot, beaming when the three jerked around to eye him. “Already making friends? You’re so popular!”
“Y-you know him?” One of the three muttered, stepping aside as Key moved closer.
“Of course I know him.” Key rolled his eyes. “Didn’t he tell you? We’re cousins!”
Down the hall, Minho choked on his coffee.
Jonghyun hid a laugh behind a snort. “Don’t tell me you were unaware of his plans for adoption?”
“Adoption?” Minho hissed.
“An adorable kid in need of fashion-guidance? Key loves to play fairy godmother.”
“I should have guessed, looking at you.”
Jonghyun punched him in the arm, Minho grunted to hide a smile. Never a dull moment.
“These are my friends, the ones I always tell you about.” Key was saying brightly as he dragged Taemin back to the duo, arm around the younger male’s shoulders and a bright smile on his face. “Minho, be a sweetheart and share your locker with Tae, hmm? He has terrible luck with the combinations and that way we’re all right here.”
Minho blinked at the wide-eyed redhead who stared up at him, stepping back slightly to spin the combination on the lock and obediently open the door. His greeting was a little hesitant, but the lie flew out smoothly. “Hey Taemin-ah. Nice to finally meet you.”
“And you, Minho-hyung.” Tae squeaked, bowing slightly.
“Don’t be silly.” Key rolled his eyes. “Just Minho, Tae. Honestly, I keep telling you that you have to relax… And let me work on your wardrobe, but one thing at a time.”
“My wardrobe?” Taemin muttered, eyeing his jeans and plain t-shirt. “What’s wrong with my wardrobe?”
“That is entirely too long of a discussion to have before our first class.” Key sighed. “Get your books and come on. Isn’t it great you have at least one of us in each of your classes? We can show you around.”
“This’ll be interesting.” Jonghyun murmured as he watched Key scoop up his bag and pace down the hall, arm around Taemin’s shoulders as he chattered away. “Come on, if we’re late to class Key will kill us.”
“Why in the hell are you two dating?” Minho demanded as they walked up the hall.
Jonghyun smirked. “If you can’t figure it out, I’m not going to tell you.”
“You are such an ass.”
“And yet, we’re best friends.”
Minho sighed. “That’s because I’m an ass too.”
Jonghyun grinned and raised his coffee. “I’ll drink to that.”
“You don’t want me to toast you being a father?”
“EH!?”
“Well, if Key is adopting now….”
“Oh shit!”
Minho grinned as he watched Jonghyun bolt into the classroom. A little slow on the draw, but there it is…
Taemin glanced up from his desk as Minho entered the class and offered a shy smile, ducking his head again quickly. Considering the quiet redhead for a moment, Minho grinned and sat down next to him, leaning back in his chair. “So, Tae… Tell me about yourself.”
“You want to know about me?” Taemin eyed him in something akin to shock.
Minho felt his smile widen. He had to admit, the kid was cute. “Yeah. Start talking.”
***
NewKid!Taemin:
***
"The New: Look (Part 2)"
So yeah! It's cute and kinda random and I hope it just stays as a TwoShot but gods know what happens when I want to do something spiffy for my bitches. Silver-chan, I hope you smiled. More Key in the future. I don't know how fast I'll get Part 2 done, but soon? The witty banter made this gigantic and aksjdlaksjdlaksjdalksj IDK. I hope you like. T_T WHERE ARE MY DAMN SHAWOLS?!?!?! GIMME SOME LOVE.
Pairings: JongKey (Jonghyun x Key), 2Min (Minho x Taemin, beginning)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: A bit of Drama, mostly Fluff
Type: FlashFic Mini-Series.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Badass Boys, Divas, Cursing, Stereotypical school scenarios.
A/N: FierceDivaBitch/FairyGodmother Key= Lala's Personal Bias. Please comment if reading!!
Dedication: This is really just a little something that is evolving into more than a "little" something, for my blondAmericana thesilveramazon. I love you Silver-chan! It's her birthday, so anything I post today will be dedicated to her! (I'm hoping to get a couple things done).
Summary: The day looks like it is going to suck, his best friends are dating, he always says the wrong thing, and the new kid needs a friend. Minho isn't it, but his friends are. Which means he's stuck with the kid anyway.
Well. The kid is kinda cute...
***
Sighing as he stepped through the doors of the school, Choi Minho shouldered his bag and tried to shake the feeling that to day was just going to flat out suck. The feeling hung on though, digging claws into him when he tried to turn his mind to simpler things. He would not dwell on the fact that his little brother ruined one of his favorite shirts -the one he’d planned to wear this morning- and he would not think about the fact that he was going to get lectured for not doing his homework, and he was definitely not going to stew over Jonghyun failing to meet him for their morning walk.
If it was because he was mooning over that damn Kim again, I’m going to kick his ass. Minho grunted under his breath as he reached his locker, dropping his bag at his feet and spinning the combination without looking.
Glancing up the hallway he watched some strange red-headed kid fight with his locker door, sympathy making him tsk. As he watched, a group of bullies descended upon the “new kid” just as he finally managed to get his locker door open. Minho sighed again. The poor kid had gotten the combination wrong at least three times -that Minho had actually seen- and then they were slamming it shut again. One on each side, one behind him, and another hanging off to the side snickering.
It was no damn wonder the kid jumped and squeaked.
And yeah, he squeaked. Minho could hear it down the hall. Poor kid…
Taemin winced internally as metal crashed against metal, one hand clutching the strap to his backpack. The three were bigger than him, easily, both taller and broader built. Aside from the matching jackets and muscles, there was a brutal sameness to their eyes, flat and cruel. All of them were smirking, and he was pretty sure he’d heard more than one snicker.
“Aren’t you cute?” One said, grinning and leaning closer in an exaggerated move that made him shy away. “Awww, where you goin’?”
One of his friends stepped closer, nudging Taemin back to his original place. “Answer, new kid.”
“Start with your name.” The first suggested, ruffling silken auburn hair.
“L-Lee Taemin.” He muttered, mouth tightening at the snickers. Glancing down the hall in the hope of escape, he froze at the sight of another student watching from his own locker.
Dark eyed and serious, the unknown student frowned at the three surrounding Taemin, shoulders tightening under his leather jacket. His frown deepened as he watched the three press closer, gaze narrowing to slits. Taemin swallowed, throat suddenly dry as he stared at the handsome “bad boy”. Who is that?
“Minhoooooooo.” The drawling utterance of his name made him spin around, sighing as he came face-to-face with the psycho he occasionally thought of as his best friend.
Kim Jonghyun leaned against his own locker, directly next to Minho’s. Leaning around the door, Minho gave the other male a cursory sweep and shook his head. Black and red jeans encased his legs, black boots on his feet, and a red shirt with black spray-painted letters “Try Me” and his trademark black leather jacket.
“I’m not going to discuss your hair, but the wardrobe is acceptable.” He managed a smirk as he closed his locker door and leaned a shoulder against it. “Trying to get a date?”
Jonghyun made an annoyed noise and ran his hand over his shades-of-blond-and-red hair, huffing. “You have no eye for style.”
“If that’s what it is, apparently not.” Minho laughed, reaching over and ruffling the blond strands. His own hair was slightly longer than Jonghyun’s, naturally black with highlights of dark brown and currently tied into a mini-ponytail.
“You’re such an asshole.” Jonghyun tsked, shaking his head. “It makes me sad that we’re best friends.”
“Right, because you’re not an asshole.” Minho rolled his eyes. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
Jonghyun smirked. “You never call him that to his face.”
“Because he’d cut something off and I’m rather fond of it.” Minho muttered under his breath.
“You call him a diva.”
“He is a diva, Jonghyun.”
“You call him a bitch.”
“Have you seen him when he’s pissed off?”
“I’m just trying to find the border of your stupidity.”
“I have a pretty good idea of what I can say before Key turns me into a eunuch.” Minho shrugged. “So where the fuck is he?”
“This bitch was picking up coffee for his eunuchs.” Key smiled sweetly as he appeared beside them, handing them each a coffee and pitching the carrier into a nearby trashcan as he sipped from his own. “Good morning darlings.”
The last of the group to arrive was clad head to toe in black today. His hair -naturally dark and faintly streaked with fierce pink that only he could pull off- was relatively long, bangs cut at a stylish angle across his face, the latest rage somewhere Minho had no doubt. A black scooped-neck shirt flaunted the smooth plane of his upper chest and offered a flash of his collarbones before the black of his blazer took over. Black jeans molded to his legs and black boots completed the look.
Fresh off the catwalk, like always.
“Hello Key.” Minho muttered behind the rim of his cup. “I-”
“Haven’t had coffee yet so you’re still stupid.” Key held up a forestalling hand, perfectly manicured. “Don’t talk to me yet.”
“Ok then.”
“You can tell me why I’m going to cut your dick off later.”
Great… I’m so looking forward to that discussion. Sipping at his drink, Minho sighed internally.
He sometimes wondered about his choice of friends. Not Jonghyun, because the two of them had been friends forever… And while they were both what some of the girls called “pretty”, they also wore leather jackets, got into fights all the time, and liked motorcycles. It was a little too late to get rid of his best friend; they’d only known each other forever.
Key, Key was a strange one. Beautiful, definitely. Stylish and usually in designer wear, lean and lithe and on the quiet side. He was not the sort to rough someone up just to make a name for himself. Not that Jonghyun or Minho had resorted to such methods for awhile, but once upon a time it had been necessary. Key had never had that problem.
Of course, he could also melt a hole through someone just by looking at them.
“You’re thinking too much.” Key murmured angelically. “What did I miss besides the start of your charming conversation?”
“Minho was staring off into nothing.” Jonghyun muttered, glancing up the hall. “Oh, not nothing, I guess.”
“New kid.” Minho muttered, glancing back to the group as he remembered. “Taemin, I think… The welcoming committee got to him first.”
Taemin was now backed against the lockers, warily eyeing the three gloating over him. He clutched a textbook to his chest, fingers gone white and eyes wide behind the curtain of his ginger bangs.
“And you’re just watching?” Key asked scathingly, following his gaze. “Do I have to do everything around here?”
“Do what?” Jonghyun squeaked, barely managing to catch the coffee that was shoved at him.
“Hold it or wear it.” Key snapped, dropping his bag and stalking down the hall. “I swear for you two being the school badasses, I sure do have to do a fucking lot around here…”
“He’s pissed.” Jonghyun muttered behind his coffee. “Your fault.”
“Mine!?”
“Look out, bitch-mode is really on now.” The blond shrugged. “You will be blamed for this for at least a week.”
“I will?!”
“Well yeah. I have ways of making him forgive me.” Jonghyun sipped at his coffee.
Minho shook his head. “I don’t want to think about your sex life.”
“It’s great, thanks for asking.”
“Aish!”
“Taeminnie!” Key crooned as soon as he was within earshot, beaming when the three jerked around to eye him. “Already making friends? You’re so popular!”
“Y-you know him?” One of the three muttered, stepping aside as Key moved closer.
“Of course I know him.” Key rolled his eyes. “Didn’t he tell you? We’re cousins!”
Down the hall, Minho choked on his coffee.
Jonghyun hid a laugh behind a snort. “Don’t tell me you were unaware of his plans for adoption?”
“Adoption?” Minho hissed.
“An adorable kid in need of fashion-guidance? Key loves to play fairy godmother.”
“I should have guessed, looking at you.”
Jonghyun punched him in the arm, Minho grunted to hide a smile. Never a dull moment.
“These are my friends, the ones I always tell you about.” Key was saying brightly as he dragged Taemin back to the duo, arm around the younger male’s shoulders and a bright smile on his face. “Minho, be a sweetheart and share your locker with Tae, hmm? He has terrible luck with the combinations and that way we’re all right here.”
Minho blinked at the wide-eyed redhead who stared up at him, stepping back slightly to spin the combination on the lock and obediently open the door. His greeting was a little hesitant, but the lie flew out smoothly. “Hey Taemin-ah. Nice to finally meet you.”
“And you, Minho-hyung.” Tae squeaked, bowing slightly.
“Don’t be silly.” Key rolled his eyes. “Just Minho, Tae. Honestly, I keep telling you that you have to relax… And let me work on your wardrobe, but one thing at a time.”
“My wardrobe?” Taemin muttered, eyeing his jeans and plain t-shirt. “What’s wrong with my wardrobe?”
“That is entirely too long of a discussion to have before our first class.” Key sighed. “Get your books and come on. Isn’t it great you have at least one of us in each of your classes? We can show you around.”
“This’ll be interesting.” Jonghyun murmured as he watched Key scoop up his bag and pace down the hall, arm around Taemin’s shoulders as he chattered away. “Come on, if we’re late to class Key will kill us.”
“Why in the hell are you two dating?” Minho demanded as they walked up the hall.
Jonghyun smirked. “If you can’t figure it out, I’m not going to tell you.”
“You are such an ass.”
“And yet, we’re best friends.”
Minho sighed. “That’s because I’m an ass too.”
Jonghyun grinned and raised his coffee. “I’ll drink to that.”
“You don’t want me to toast you being a father?”
“EH!?”
“Well, if Key is adopting now….”
“Oh shit!”
Minho grinned as he watched Jonghyun bolt into the classroom. A little slow on the draw, but there it is…
Taemin glanced up from his desk as Minho entered the class and offered a shy smile, ducking his head again quickly. Considering the quiet redhead for a moment, Minho grinned and sat down next to him, leaning back in his chair. “So, Tae… Tell me about yourself.”
“You want to know about me?” Taemin eyed him in something akin to shock.
Minho felt his smile widen. He had to admit, the kid was cute. “Yeah. Start talking.”
***
NewKid!Taemin:
***
"The New: Look (Part 2)"
So yeah! It's cute and kinda random and I hope it just stays as a TwoShot but gods know what happens when I want to do something spiffy for my bitches. Silver-chan, I hope you smiled. More Key in the future. I don't know how fast I'll get Part 2 done, but soon? The witty banter made this gigantic and aksjdlaksjdlaksjdalksj IDK. I hope you like. T_T WHERE ARE MY DAMN SHAWOLS?!?!?! GIMME SOME LOVE.