Unwanted Guardian (1/?)
"Alright so let's get started on this work. Mother. Fucking. 3 page essay. God damnit. What's it even on? When is it due? ...I just feel my grade drop already. Alteast today is Friday. And i'm sitting. At home. Alone."
Taemin sat at his wooden desk which was placed facing his window. He stared and began to drift into space. The sun slowly filled his room as he opened his blinds.
Taemin lived by himself, which he didn't mind. It was nice. His appartment was small and comfy. It had all he needed. He didn't have any neighbors which he enjoyed. No partying teenagers. No pedophiles.
He was somewhat brought back to reality when he saw a yellow bird sat in a branch and start chirping happily.
Woowww. So cute. The bird then started to dance in circles on the branch a couple times, stopped, turned its head and looked directly at Taemin.
WWWOOOWWW~~~~ Bird aegyo. It's so cute.
Taemin sighed and looked down at his three pieces of blank paper.
Well, this obviously isn't going to start itself.
- - - - - - - -
"Onew. Where exactly are we going?"
Minho walked behind Onew, his newly introduced assistant. They drove from the airport to some apartment complex. He didn't know where, he fell asleep in the car. Minho didn't know much about his mission. All he knew was a name, age, address and what he had to do. Minho looked at the piece of paper he was given before he flew on his mission.
"Lee Taemin. 17. 104 Myeondong 2(i)-ga, Jung-gu, Seoul"
he whispered quietly to himself.
Why was he nervous? He was trained for this. It's not like he had to kill anyone. It was a simple protection mission.
"Remember, you're name is still Minho. But you're a high school student. You love soccer. You're originally from Busan. Get close to the target. You're his guardian. Don't blow your cover Minho. Do whatever it takes. We're counting on you."
Minho's mentor's words echoed in his head.
"...but i'm sure you'll be fine. Minho. Minho? Hello?"
Onew waved his hand infront of Minho's face. He was so deep into his thoughts he never noticed Onew was talking to him. Minho opened his mouth slightly to ask Onew to repeat what he said.
"We're here."
Onew said just as Minho was about to ask his question. While Onew began to dig through his pockets for what he needed, Minho looked at what was infront of him. A door. An apartment door. His apartment door. Was this where he was supposed to live? His name was even already labeled next to the door already.
"This apartment is the home to: Lee Minho."
Minho read quietly.
Onew let out a quiet shout of success when he finally found the key. He placed it in Minho's hand.
"Well. My job so far is done. You know what to do. We'll check up on you every other week. Good luck."
Onew turned and began to walk alway slowly.
Minho didn't even turn to watch Onew leave. He just stared at the door like it held something hidden.
My life is going to be placed here for the next couple months. On my own. I don't even know what it's like to live like a teenager.
Minho sighed. He had to admit, he was a bit shaken up, but he wouldnt let it get to him.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. He unlocked the door. And stepped inside.
- - - - - -
Taemin's head shot up as he heard a noise across the hall. Taemin didn't have any neighbors in the apartment complex, so hearing something our of the ordinary startled him a bit. He decided to investigate what was going on.
That's weird.
He walked toward his front door and stuck his head out. He looked down one end of the hallway.
Nothing.
Then he looked down the other end. He saw a man a couple doors down, with his back towards him, wearing a suit. He had several suitcase. So it was pretty obvious the guy was moving in. Taemin felt a bit warm inside. Finally, someone he could probably be friends with.
He decided to spark a conversation.
"Uh, hello. Are you moving in?" Taemin walked up behind the man and poked his back.
The man spun around, and looked from Taemin head to toe. Taemin stood there and blinked back, wide-eyed.
He fits the description exactly. Tall, thin, blonde hair.
Minho forgot the fact he was still staring at the younger who began to doubt if he should've talked to the man in the first place.
Holy shit, I should say something or else he's going to think i'm a creep!
Think Minho think.
.... About a minute of silence passed between the two.
Okay, this guys kind of a creep. Why. Am. I. So. Nice. Oh right; because no one else lives here and can greet him. Damn it.
Taemin mentally sighed.
"Okay well uh, I'm just gonna go back to m-"
"Taemin! Uh, hello! My name is Choi Minho. I am 19 years old. I'm a high school student. I'm from Busan. And I love soccer! I just moved here. Please, let's be friends!" Minho grabbed and hugged Taemin as if they didn't just meet.
"Oh. Okay I guess. But uh, I never told you my name. What are you? Someone kind of rapist?"
Taemin giggled lightly, obviously joking.
For a creep, he smells really fucking good. His arms. AHHHH.
Nice going Minho. -.- Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
"Right. Sorry, i was checking to see if anyone else lives here. And i noticed your name on the door."
Minho backed up a bit and scratched his head nervously.
"Ahh right I see."
Taemin laughed. He could tell Minho was nervous. He was scratching his head.
"Well it's just the two of us on this part of the floor. No worries. Anyway, why are you here?"
"Work." Minho simply replied.
Work?
Taemin furrowed his eyebrows.But he just said he was a high school student ...and that he just moved here. Something isn't adding up. But it's not my right to pry into his life.
"Anyway! As being the only one around, let me help you!"
Taemin smiled and bent down to grab Minho's suitcase.
"No!"
Minho smacked away Taemin's hand. He had confidential files, mission intel, arms (if needed) in there. He knew Taemin wasn't going to open it. But it was better safe than sorry.
"Oh god! I'm sorry! I can get it myself, are you okay? I didn't mean too! Re..Reflexes"
Minho grabbed Taemins hand to look at it.
Taemin awkwardly just stared at Minho.
"Uh yeah, I think i'm fine. Haha. Well... since it seems like you're doing okay, i'm just gonna go. Stop bye if you need anything okay?"
Minho dropped Taemin's hand while he began to walk back to his apartment room.
He heard the door close, then it was locked once. Then another.
I'm such a fucking idiot.
Minho squatted down and rubbed his temples.
- - - - -
"Wait, so he swatted your hand away when you tried to help him?" Key said laughing.
It had been a few hours since Minho and Taemin "met" and he was currently sitting on his couch watching T.V while on the phone with his best friend, Key.
"Yeah! Right? It was the weirdest thing. But he seems pretty nice. Better than some like, 40 year old single man."
Taemin laughed.
"Is he hot?"
Taemin rolled his eyes. Of course he ask that.
"Geez Key!" Taemin laughed. "Is that all you care about? Anyway, he's pretty okay. He smells amazing."
On the other line, Key's jaw practically hit the ground.
"YOU GUYS WERE CLOSE ENOUGH WHERE YOU CAN SMELL HIM? I DO NOT APPROVE OF HIM. HE MIGHT TRY AND ABUSE MY BABY."
Taemin winced and held the phone away while Key was starting to rant.
"But Key! 5 seconds ago you were just asking if he was hot! I'm fine remember? Gosh. Haha. Anyway, i'll talk to you later, the phones about to die."
They each said their goodbyes and hung up.
About 15 minutes passed when Taemin heard someone knock on his door.
"Minho? Why are you still in your suit? It's like, 2 in the morning." Taemin opened the door rubbing his eyes.
Minho stood at the other side of the door, still in his suit. He was astonished at what he saw. He saw Taemin standing there rubbing his eyes, with his hair all messy, in nothing but an oversized sweater. Was it weird he found it absolutely adorable?
"Uh.. Yeah.. haha." Minho looked at the ground.
"Actually. For some reason the power isn't on in my apartment room. I've been sitting in the dark for hours. I didn't wake you up did I?"
Taemin looked at Minho with squinted eyes, he was still trying to process what Minho was saying. He didn't wake Taemin up, but he sure was on the verge of sleeping.
"WHAT? For hours?! Really? Why didn't you come over earlier? No no no, I wasn't sleeping. Well. I guess you could stay here. I don't get company much, so hopefully you don't mind if the place is a mess. C'mon! Let's go watch T.V"
Taemin grabbed Minho's hand and pulled him into the living room, where they sat and watched T.V
The whole city of Seoul could probably feel the awkwardness that filled the room.
Taemin decided the tension could be lifted with alittle alcohol, nothing extreme. Just a cocktail drink.
He got two and held one out to Minho, who declined and said he was alright.
But soon enough, the two started talking.
They talked about where they grew up. (Well, where Minho "supposedly" grew up.)
What they like to do. (Well, what Minho "supposedly" likes to do.)
They're hobbies. (Well Minho's "supposedly" hobbies."
Taemin even learned the fact that Minho didn't have many friends.
- - - -
"Oh my, it's almost 4am." Taemin looked like he was going to die. His words were slurred together.
"I'm sorry to have kept you up." Minho laughed quietly. He really enjoyed spending time with Taemin. It was a lot better than having orders screamed at you back at the CSI agency.
"No no no, it's fine. *hic*"
Taemin scooted over to Minho on the couch to give him a good night hug. But he passed out and landed right on Minho's lap.
"Uh Taemin."
Minho smiled as he heard Taemin snore quietly. He picked up Taemin bridal style, and carried him to what he believed was his bed.
He opened the bed up and placed Taemin in it. He was about to walk away when he felt a small hand grab his wrist.
"MinnhoOoOoOoO. It's fine, just *hic* sleep here with me. What kind of *hic* friend would i be to *hic* leave you alone? Plus, it's *hic* c-c-cold."
Taemin had no clue what the hell he was saying.
Minho looked at Taemin awkwardly.
The word friend echoed in his head.
"Oh ..alright." He took of his shoes and slipped into bed next to him.
Well. Today was surely eventful.
Minho grinned as he heard Taemin resume his snoring.