Magic Chapter 1
Title: Magic
Author:coffee_sky
Rating: PG
Summary: Minho's sudden transfer to a village due to his work, and how he is destined to meet with Taemin with the help of mother nature's magic. They live in different ways of life but eventually succumb to love.
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The wind blew vastly across the field, rays of golden mighty sun lay on the beautiful petite boy. The sound of meadows rushing and grazing with each other soothe the boy's mind and soul. His long eyelashes lay static across his perfectly natural-shaped eyes. His mind wonder far, far away than it's host. It is spring, a wonderful and somehow cheerful in it's own way season. Across the sky, several aves flying with their beaks chirping loudly, seeking attention from the calm boy. Fortunate enough, the beautiful boy open his eyes, and he is now observing the aves, a smile carving its way across his face.
'It's really a nice day today right?'
Lee Taemin closes his eyes again, this time the wind blew gentler than before. The wind is, gentler than before but not the aves' chirping. They chirp loud anough to gain extra attention from the boy. Once again he open his eyes, and pass a smile to them.
Taemin knows what the aves are thinking, or perhaps what they are hoping for. They hope for what that Taemin had stuff in his pocket this morning, for what Taemin had been doing since a very long time before. Taemin could almost laugh looking at the aves since they look as hopeful as hungry lion babies, however, they are still aves. A playful smile cheerfully forms across the cherry lips.
'It's about the bread is it? You want it?'
The aves respond to Taemin's words almost as if they understood human words. They chirp simultaneously, which sounded like they are singing and they flap their wings gracefully which look as if they are dancing. It's a performance.
'Alright, you earn the bread today. Not only that you guys, I brought two!'
Taemin stands easily, with his small body, every movement he does looks as light as feather, without procrastinating any more time, he starts to tear the breads to smaller pieces, so that the aves can eat them easily. Some of the birds just come around this area and around this time because they knew Taemin's charity. With smaller pieces, they can bite them and flew away to some other area not far from here for some privacy, for small pieces are not heavy for their small body to carry.
'It's time to go, worky work busy bee~'
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It's a bad luck, how unfortunate, how ill the destiny is, how unfair the god had been, and how and why in the world he had been chosen to do it, to be the one that have to sacrifies his urban fun life. Minho has been thinking it since last week when he found out that he has to be the one who had to leave, living the city and carry his unwilling ass to countryside, where Minho couldn't think of any form of fun activity he can do there. He also couldnt picture how he would brave his life there.
Minho is not enjoying how his life is going for now. He had work hard to reach his position, the kind of work that he had wished before. Instead he had work harder to actually allowing himself to produce quality works, everytime. And he is tired but somehow jolly since he's doing what he wanted to do all his life. Minho is an International Correspondent, who works with a certain publication company. It's really somehow the best job in this world, a job that almost everybody in this world will cherish. There is no better job in the world than international correspondent. You travel to interesting places, meet interesting people, and someone else picks up the check. Then, the hardest part, is that you write a book about it.
Minho had been working and exploring a lot of places. And those places are big cities, not some rural areas that Minho is about to reach. The coffee that Minho bought had finish and to make it worse the situation he is in now, are either not helping him. He is now sitting inside of a train, and he's been sitting since one and a half hour ago. He had expected and targetted that he would reach his destination by an hour but clearly it is not, the place he's about to spend months are further than what he had thought it supposed to be.
'Good Evening, mister can I sit beside you?'
A soft voice came to Minho's hearing asking for a permission. A permission to sit beside him. In the cities that he had been, kids there don't give a damn about this kind of thing. And this kid that had asked Minho is very charming, that, Minho had to admit. He loves children, playing with them gives the kind of serenity to him as if a calming sea after a storm. He adores them. The kid's charm earns an earnest smile that Minho had not been excercising since a few months ago. But, he is not deppresed or anything, it's just nothing seems to really enlighthen his heart nowadays. The child is a mend to his heart.
'Sure precious, just sit, it's free'
'Thank you mister!'
Minho takes a glance at the child who is struggling trying to climb the seat, Minho played a cheerful smile on his handsome face and lift the child to the seat beside him. Blue uniforms with white stripe and short blue pants up to his knees, yellow flower cap and red bean-coloured bag, with a name tag securely knotted at his bag,
Name: Lee Nathaniel
Class: Daisy
'Hi Nathaniel, how are you?' Minho asks the child.
Amazed, with big blue eyes and cute rounded face, the child looks at Minho with astonishment.
'Wow, mister how do you know my name? I didn't tell you yet!' He giggles.
'There's a tag knotted at your bag, little Nathaniel. And you can call me Minho.' Amused how adorable the child is. Minho lips fail to stop smilling, leaving his face as innocent as the child.
'Okay, let's shake our hands! My teacher friend mommy daddy brother told me if I shake hands with someone, they'll become my friend. Let's shake hand!'
'Okay'
Minho takes the child's hand and offers his as well. Fragile little whitish-skin palm shook Minho's gently. With the child's giggling, Minho's smile brighten feelling at ease. Contented with their newly born friendship, they start to chit chat.
Minho is amused and he forgotten all his worries and problems that had been occupying his mind since his first step into the train. Minho is so amused on how the child tells him his story and not to mention on the story itself. This leads to Minho's cheeks' woes. But, being able to be oblivious to his issues, it worth it.
Nathatniel tells him his brave adventure, a trip to the big city since this morning. Oddly, he tells Minho how scary and meanie some people there, there were two people that accidentally hit him and caused him to fell. Worst, they doesn't even help him to get back up. Natheniel showed his bruised left knee, he emphasized to Minho that it didn't hurt anymore when Minho casted a worry glance towards him. He also told Minho that being in the big city is like being in his teacher friend mommy daddy brother's kitchen, it's smoky and caused his eyes to dampen and reddened. He assured Minho that he was not crying, he didn't cry when he fell too.
Not all the bad things befallen on the poor child, luckily. And Minho feels at ease when Nathaniel told him that there was a pretty sister that saw him strolling alone at the street, and decided to give him a pretzel. The child did mention some good things that he found scattered around the cities, like the giant toy store that he found there, it's a let down which the child looks a bit unhappy when he doesn't have the cash to buy any toy, he just looked at them. He said it's okay, he's still happy to even see them. Minho's heart ache hearing that, but again it was mended by the child's adorableness adventure story.
Time goes by fast with the chit chatting, and Nathaniel tires. Minho understands this and hold his will to ask the child any question, as he knows once he asks, it would take a fully written essay for the child to answer him. He might as well let Nathaniel and his cheeks to rest.
.
.
.
.
.
Nathaniel stares at Minho, his big blue eyes gleam at him wanting to say something. As if he is waiting for the right moment. Minho who realizes this, smiles at him,
'Yes precious?'
Innocently, he asks Minho, sparkle in his eyes and pink-whipping cream blushes on his cheeks,
'Minho, do you believe in magic?'
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A/N
It's been really really a while since I wrote any fanfic. ^____^!!
My love for 2min never waver and I always hope that I can write fanfics for the rest of my life.
Ahaha, I'm not any good at this, so please care to drop your comments so I can improve.
Author:coffee_sky
Rating: PG
Summary: Minho's sudden transfer to a village due to his work, and how he is destined to meet with Taemin with the help of mother nature's magic. They live in different ways of life but eventually succumb to love.
**********
The wind blew vastly across the field, rays of golden mighty sun lay on the beautiful petite boy. The sound of meadows rushing and grazing with each other soothe the boy's mind and soul. His long eyelashes lay static across his perfectly natural-shaped eyes. His mind wonder far, far away than it's host. It is spring, a wonderful and somehow cheerful in it's own way season. Across the sky, several aves flying with their beaks chirping loudly, seeking attention from the calm boy. Fortunate enough, the beautiful boy open his eyes, and he is now observing the aves, a smile carving its way across his face.
'It's really a nice day today right?'
Lee Taemin closes his eyes again, this time the wind blew gentler than before. The wind is, gentler than before but not the aves' chirping. They chirp loud anough to gain extra attention from the boy. Once again he open his eyes, and pass a smile to them.
Taemin knows what the aves are thinking, or perhaps what they are hoping for. They hope for what that Taemin had stuff in his pocket this morning, for what Taemin had been doing since a very long time before. Taemin could almost laugh looking at the aves since they look as hopeful as hungry lion babies, however, they are still aves. A playful smile cheerfully forms across the cherry lips.
'It's about the bread is it? You want it?'
The aves respond to Taemin's words almost as if they understood human words. They chirp simultaneously, which sounded like they are singing and they flap their wings gracefully which look as if they are dancing. It's a performance.
'Alright, you earn the bread today. Not only that you guys, I brought two!'
Taemin stands easily, with his small body, every movement he does looks as light as feather, without procrastinating any more time, he starts to tear the breads to smaller pieces, so that the aves can eat them easily. Some of the birds just come around this area and around this time because they knew Taemin's charity. With smaller pieces, they can bite them and flew away to some other area not far from here for some privacy, for small pieces are not heavy for their small body to carry.
'It's time to go, worky work busy bee~'
_______________________________________________________________________
It's a bad luck, how unfortunate, how ill the destiny is, how unfair the god had been, and how and why in the world he had been chosen to do it, to be the one that have to sacrifies his urban fun life. Minho has been thinking it since last week when he found out that he has to be the one who had to leave, living the city and carry his unwilling ass to countryside, where Minho couldn't think of any form of fun activity he can do there. He also couldnt picture how he would brave his life there.
Minho is not enjoying how his life is going for now. He had work hard to reach his position, the kind of work that he had wished before. Instead he had work harder to actually allowing himself to produce quality works, everytime. And he is tired but somehow jolly since he's doing what he wanted to do all his life. Minho is an International Correspondent, who works with a certain publication company. It's really somehow the best job in this world, a job that almost everybody in this world will cherish. There is no better job in the world than international correspondent. You travel to interesting places, meet interesting people, and someone else picks up the check. Then, the hardest part, is that you write a book about it.
Minho had been working and exploring a lot of places. And those places are big cities, not some rural areas that Minho is about to reach. The coffee that Minho bought had finish and to make it worse the situation he is in now, are either not helping him. He is now sitting inside of a train, and he's been sitting since one and a half hour ago. He had expected and targetted that he would reach his destination by an hour but clearly it is not, the place he's about to spend months are further than what he had thought it supposed to be.
'Good Evening, mister can I sit beside you?'
A soft voice came to Minho's hearing asking for a permission. A permission to sit beside him. In the cities that he had been, kids there don't give a damn about this kind of thing. And this kid that had asked Minho is very charming, that, Minho had to admit. He loves children, playing with them gives the kind of serenity to him as if a calming sea after a storm. He adores them. The kid's charm earns an earnest smile that Minho had not been excercising since a few months ago. But, he is not deppresed or anything, it's just nothing seems to really enlighthen his heart nowadays. The child is a mend to his heart.
'Sure precious, just sit, it's free'
'Thank you mister!'
Minho takes a glance at the child who is struggling trying to climb the seat, Minho played a cheerful smile on his handsome face and lift the child to the seat beside him. Blue uniforms with white stripe and short blue pants up to his knees, yellow flower cap and red bean-coloured bag, with a name tag securely knotted at his bag,
Name: Lee Nathaniel
Class: Daisy
'Hi Nathaniel, how are you?' Minho asks the child.
Amazed, with big blue eyes and cute rounded face, the child looks at Minho with astonishment.
'Wow, mister how do you know my name? I didn't tell you yet!' He giggles.
'There's a tag knotted at your bag, little Nathaniel. And you can call me Minho.' Amused how adorable the child is. Minho lips fail to stop smilling, leaving his face as innocent as the child.
'Okay, let's shake our hands! My teacher friend mommy daddy brother told me if I shake hands with someone, they'll become my friend. Let's shake hand!'
'Okay'
Minho takes the child's hand and offers his as well. Fragile little whitish-skin palm shook Minho's gently. With the child's giggling, Minho's smile brighten feelling at ease. Contented with their newly born friendship, they start to chit chat.
Minho is amused and he forgotten all his worries and problems that had been occupying his mind since his first step into the train. Minho is so amused on how the child tells him his story and not to mention on the story itself. This leads to Minho's cheeks' woes. But, being able to be oblivious to his issues, it worth it.
Nathatniel tells him his brave adventure, a trip to the big city since this morning. Oddly, he tells Minho how scary and meanie some people there, there were two people that accidentally hit him and caused him to fell. Worst, they doesn't even help him to get back up. Natheniel showed his bruised left knee, he emphasized to Minho that it didn't hurt anymore when Minho casted a worry glance towards him. He also told Minho that being in the big city is like being in his teacher friend mommy daddy brother's kitchen, it's smoky and caused his eyes to dampen and reddened. He assured Minho that he was not crying, he didn't cry when he fell too.
Not all the bad things befallen on the poor child, luckily. And Minho feels at ease when Nathaniel told him that there was a pretty sister that saw him strolling alone at the street, and decided to give him a pretzel. The child did mention some good things that he found scattered around the cities, like the giant toy store that he found there, it's a let down which the child looks a bit unhappy when he doesn't have the cash to buy any toy, he just looked at them. He said it's okay, he's still happy to even see them. Minho's heart ache hearing that, but again it was mended by the child's adorableness adventure story.
Time goes by fast with the chit chatting, and Nathaniel tires. Minho understands this and hold his will to ask the child any question, as he knows once he asks, it would take a fully written essay for the child to answer him. He might as well let Nathaniel and his cheeks to rest.
.
.
.
.
.
Nathaniel stares at Minho, his big blue eyes gleam at him wanting to say something. As if he is waiting for the right moment. Minho who realizes this, smiles at him,
'Yes precious?'
Innocently, he asks Minho, sparkle in his eyes and pink-whipping cream blushes on his cheeks,
'Minho, do you believe in magic?'
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A/N
It's been really really a while since I wrote any fanfic. ^____^!!
My love for 2min never waver and I always hope that I can write fanfics for the rest of my life.
Ahaha, I'm not any good at this, so please care to drop your comments so I can improve.