Outcast. (3/?)
"TaEmINNnnNn!"
"Yeah Hyuna."
"That guy was so hot!"
Taemin groaned. It's been like three days since what happened at that lunch and she still wasn't over it.
"And he was practically like, ALL OVA YUHHHH O:!" Hyuna was flailing her arms everywhere for emphasis.
"Hyuna. No he wasn't."
"Yeah he was! He obviously wants to tear DAT UPPPPPPP!" Hyuna lowered her voice to what she liked to call the, "Minho PItch."
"OH MY BABE TAEMIN ILOVEYOUMUCHANDNOWISHALLHUGYOUWITHMYMUSCULEYARMS." Hyuna grabbed Taemin's face and made kissy faces.
Taemin couldn't help but laugh his ass off. He must admit, Minho did do that a lot.
Hyuna let go of Taemin's face and sat in the bus seat across from his. She was playing around with her ipod, so Taemin minded himself and stared out the window.
"Whoa.."
Outside, Taemin saw Minho and, what he assumed to be, his girlfriend arguing. Taemin couldn't read lips well, but i'm pretty sure he could understand what "her throwing his jersey at him." meant.
"Uh ohh..." Taemin kind of wish he could do something. He felt bad, even though he wasn't even involved at all. He didn't like the sigh of Minho, standing there looking at the jersey left on the ground. He didn't like it. One bit at all. Not a good sight.
"Well. I tried." Minho kneeled on the ground, picking up the jersey. He sighed and looked around. He noticed Taemin watching from through the window.
I'm so pathetic...
Minho had his head down, and walked the rest of way onto the bus in silence, looked at Taemin, who smiled awkwardly, and sat, farrrr away from him.
Okay Taemin, this is where you make the choice, go to him, or stay...
Taemin eyebrows wiggled.
Why is this such a hard decision? When the answer is so obvious.
Taemin shook his head and looked at Hyuna.
"DOOD! WHAT THE FUCK!?? GO TO HIM! -________-" Hyuna's mouthing made Taemin make his decision. Taemin sighed, picked up his backpack and moved five seats down, right next to Minho, who was staring out the window.
"Uhh, Min--" Taemin wasn't able to finish.
"I don't know what to do, i feel like, like i can't breath." Minho remained looking out the window, fingering the jersey.
Taemin sighed, looking at the ground.
"Well, honestly i don't know what to do, having never being in a situation like that. But, I DO know you can't linger around things like that. Alright Minho?" Taemin smiled at Minho, lifting his friends mood a bit.
"Taemin, don't call me Minho, you can call me hyung."
"Oh? okay, hyung-i-know-nothing-about." Taemin made a sarcastic tone, making Minho laugh.
"that's right." Minho looked at the ceiling. "Well, go to homecoming with me? I still have a couple's ticket."
"Oh? Well, lots of people have been asking me to go.. But, won't it be weird when we show up with a couples ticket." Taemin rolled his eyes.
"Well, of course we can explain the situation." Minho laughed.
"Or.." Taemin put on the sexiest smirk Minho had ever seen. "We could just go..." Taemin put his hand on Minho's thigh. "As a.. you know.. couple."
It took Minho a couple seconds to come up with a reply. Which didn't come out clear either.
"JUST KIDDINNNNNNG." Taemin laughed, picked up his backpack and moved back to his old seat.
Oh Taemin, I wonder what you would say, if i said we broke up over you.
Minho snapped out of his thoughts and noticed Taemin holding out a piece of paper.
"I forgot, here's my phone number."