Six months.
The big, green monster reared its ugly head once again.
Minho watched, barely able to restrain it, as Taemin bounced towards Onew, a delighted “Hyung!” escaping his lips as he caught the leader by surprise with a huge back hug.
Minho always had a soft spot for Taemin, the maknae.
Yet he couldn’t help but feel that at this very moment, Taemin’s usually soft voice was the most annoying thing he had ever heard.
When he walked past Taemin moments later, he made sure his shoulder bumped against the other’s. Even a little harder than was necessary.
“Sorry,” he mumbled when the other looked at him in surprise, not meaning a single syllable of it.
Annoying twat.
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Later, in the van, he glared at the rear mirror from his place in the middle row, watching as Key snuggled up against Onew, a contented smile plastered on his face as he closed his eyes.
Minho felt another pinch of annoyance, as he noted how Onew turned to look at the boy curled up next to him, all the while making sure the shoulder the blonde head leaned against hadn’t shifted, with a gentle, patient smile.
“Kibum-yah, are you sure you’re working out right? It’s been months and I don’t see any signs of muscles developing. I took less than 3 months for mine.”
Pretending not to realize Key was trying to catch a quick nap, he half-asked, half-announced to the van. He made sure to tense his biceps, as he turned to look at the back.
He watched Key’s eyes crack open, and a quick blush creeping up his cheeks.
Then, he caught the frown on Onew’s face, and the disapproving look the other attempted to mask. But there was no hiding the fact that he thought Minho was being unnecessarily mean. And he didn’t like it.
Swallowing to push the acidic aftertaste he felt at the back of his mouth, he quickly turned back and shut his eyes.
But he found he couldn’t fall asleep.
All he saw when he shut his eyes was the mild, disapproving look from the pair of eyes which attempted to remain neutral; yet it felt like the most accusing stare in the world.
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“Minho-yah, we’re going out. Want us to buy back some dinner for you?”
Looking up from his book, Minho pretended that he just realized the oldest two were about to leave the house.
“Where to?”
Nope, he didn’t know an hour ago that they were going out for a movie.
“Movie, then maybe some shopping near the cinema.”
And nope, he wasn’t the least bit upset that Onew hadn’t thought of asking him along.
“For more in-soles?”
He could barely keep the edge out of his voice.
“Erm.. no.. for Key’s present.”
He ignored one hurt look and another bewildered expression thrown his way, but as the door slammed shut and he sank into the couch, he couldn’t help but feel the guilt churning in his stomach.
He blamed it on the voice he kept hearing, the words which kept playing over and over again in his mind - “Because the one person I ever liked, ever, on my own violition, will never like me back”.
Sad and lonesome.
Keeping him up through the night, tossing and turning.
Echoing through his mind.
-
“What’s wrong, Minho?”
“Nothing.”
He should have known he couldn’t escape this. And here was the inevitable moment, when Onew, the ever responsible leader, managed to corner him to find out what was eating at him the past few weeks.
He tried avoiding the blunt look which made him want to fidget like a little child caught colouring on the wall, but it was just the two of them in the dressing room.
Not that it was much of a feat that the other three were not around, after weeks of terse, cutting remarks from the usually mild rapper. Even Key, who from time to time dealt with Taemin’s snarky remarks with a sharp rebuttal which had the boy blushing and apologizing for his bad behavior, was choosing to stay away. They did not go out of their way to avoid him, but simply preferred not to be caught in a situation which allowed him any chance to snap at them.
“Everyone’s walking on eggshells around you. No one dares to say anything to you until you ‘snap out of it’. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
He felt like a sullen child, a brat; refusing to tell what was truly bugging him.
But Onew was not taking “Nothing” for an answer. He simply stood there, waiting patiently for the moment Minho was willing to spill the beans.
“Minho…”
Hiding his pout, Minho looked up. He was surprised to find the frown gone, the elder boy smiling at him gently, as though to coax a reply from him.
The gentle smile which always had Minho’s insides turning into goo.
“Hyung. Remember that day at the bar? The person you mentioned you liked?”
A raised eyebrow answered him. But there was no verbal objection, so he soldiered on.
“Is it someone I know?”
He felt something gnawing at his sides.
Please say it isn’t Jjong.
Or Kibum.
Or Taeminnie.
Please.
He couldn’t bear the thought of it being any of the three. Not because he thought they were unworthy of his hyung’s affections, but simply because he couldn’t bear the thought of having to watch his hyung loving another, his affections for another playing out before his eyes.
“Why do you ask?” He caught the surprise in those eyes, quickly masked by a guarded look.
“Because I think he deserves to be punched.”
Silly as it sounded, at this very moment, Minho felt the need to protect his hyung. His hyung.
His.
And his heart.
He wanted to be his knight in shining armor. The one to defend his honor.
To keep him from hurt.
From unrequited love.
To protect his heart.
To keep it safe.
With him.
But he feared he was too late.
“Are you jealous?”
He refused to answer.
Annoyed, he watched as a look of realization appeared on Jinki’s face, followed by a very bemused smile.
“What’s so funny hyung?”
So much for being indignant on his behalf.
Much as Minho loved the other boy, common knowledge was that Jinki was generally rather oblivious. And so Minho obviously didn’t like the fact that the older seemed to know something he didn’t.
“It’s you.”
What?
“It’s you, Choi Minho. The dude you see when you look into the mirror.”
He watched dumbly as the initially bemused smile grew.
Then came the eye smile. The one that made him hopelessly weak in the knees, which made him want to prance around in the most unbecoming, un-Flaming Charisma manner possible.
Ever.
“It’s you.” The boy repeated patiently.
Oh.
Right.
The smile grew wider, if that was even possible.
“So… are you going to punch yourself?”
“Errrrr… no. I guess not. At least I don’t think so.”
Maybe he should for being such a silly, oblivious fool.
“How long?”
“Two and a half years.” He cocked his eyebrows, as though to ask, you?
“Three years.”
Competitive Choi Minho didn’t like to lose.
But as he confidently, purposefully strode to close the gap between them, he thought, he could always make up for those six months… as he brought their lips crashing together.
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the fluffy sequel to "My one heartbreak. Yours too."
i do apologize if the scenes of meanho being mean were awkward. i really just can't imagine any of the boys being downright mean - i can only think of teasing, ribbing. nothing malicious.
and sorry for the lack of updates! honestly, when i first started, i was on a break of some sorts. but i am (have always been) a student. and now school's started, albeit im on exchange. but this just means i have to juggle my readings, work, and traveling just about every weekend (which really is the whole point of exchange). and thanks so much to all the awesome people who've been commenting and totally understanding about how i don't update much. this is to all you guys! =) i'll try my darnest to update soon.. a new series is currently in the works! =)
Minho watched, barely able to restrain it, as Taemin bounced towards Onew, a delighted “Hyung!” escaping his lips as he caught the leader by surprise with a huge back hug.
Minho always had a soft spot for Taemin, the maknae.
Yet he couldn’t help but feel that at this very moment, Taemin’s usually soft voice was the most annoying thing he had ever heard.
When he walked past Taemin moments later, he made sure his shoulder bumped against the other’s. Even a little harder than was necessary.
“Sorry,” he mumbled when the other looked at him in surprise, not meaning a single syllable of it.
Annoying twat.
-
Later, in the van, he glared at the rear mirror from his place in the middle row, watching as Key snuggled up against Onew, a contented smile plastered on his face as he closed his eyes.
Minho felt another pinch of annoyance, as he noted how Onew turned to look at the boy curled up next to him, all the while making sure the shoulder the blonde head leaned against hadn’t shifted, with a gentle, patient smile.
“Kibum-yah, are you sure you’re working out right? It’s been months and I don’t see any signs of muscles developing. I took less than 3 months for mine.”
Pretending not to realize Key was trying to catch a quick nap, he half-asked, half-announced to the van. He made sure to tense his biceps, as he turned to look at the back.
He watched Key’s eyes crack open, and a quick blush creeping up his cheeks.
Then, he caught the frown on Onew’s face, and the disapproving look the other attempted to mask. But there was no hiding the fact that he thought Minho was being unnecessarily mean. And he didn’t like it.
Swallowing to push the acidic aftertaste he felt at the back of his mouth, he quickly turned back and shut his eyes.
But he found he couldn’t fall asleep.
All he saw when he shut his eyes was the mild, disapproving look from the pair of eyes which attempted to remain neutral; yet it felt like the most accusing stare in the world.
-
“Minho-yah, we’re going out. Want us to buy back some dinner for you?”
Looking up from his book, Minho pretended that he just realized the oldest two were about to leave the house.
“Where to?”
Nope, he didn’t know an hour ago that they were going out for a movie.
“Movie, then maybe some shopping near the cinema.”
And nope, he wasn’t the least bit upset that Onew hadn’t thought of asking him along.
“For more in-soles?”
He could barely keep the edge out of his voice.
“Erm.. no.. for Key’s present.”
He ignored one hurt look and another bewildered expression thrown his way, but as the door slammed shut and he sank into the couch, he couldn’t help but feel the guilt churning in his stomach.
He blamed it on the voice he kept hearing, the words which kept playing over and over again in his mind - “Because the one person I ever liked, ever, on my own violition, will never like me back”.
Sad and lonesome.
Keeping him up through the night, tossing and turning.
Echoing through his mind.
-
“What’s wrong, Minho?”
“Nothing.”
He should have known he couldn’t escape this. And here was the inevitable moment, when Onew, the ever responsible leader, managed to corner him to find out what was eating at him the past few weeks.
He tried avoiding the blunt look which made him want to fidget like a little child caught colouring on the wall, but it was just the two of them in the dressing room.
Not that it was much of a feat that the other three were not around, after weeks of terse, cutting remarks from the usually mild rapper. Even Key, who from time to time dealt with Taemin’s snarky remarks with a sharp rebuttal which had the boy blushing and apologizing for his bad behavior, was choosing to stay away. They did not go out of their way to avoid him, but simply preferred not to be caught in a situation which allowed him any chance to snap at them.
“Everyone’s walking on eggshells around you. No one dares to say anything to you until you ‘snap out of it’. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
He felt like a sullen child, a brat; refusing to tell what was truly bugging him.
But Onew was not taking “Nothing” for an answer. He simply stood there, waiting patiently for the moment Minho was willing to spill the beans.
“Minho…”
Hiding his pout, Minho looked up. He was surprised to find the frown gone, the elder boy smiling at him gently, as though to coax a reply from him.
The gentle smile which always had Minho’s insides turning into goo.
“Hyung. Remember that day at the bar? The person you mentioned you liked?”
A raised eyebrow answered him. But there was no verbal objection, so he soldiered on.
“Is it someone I know?”
He felt something gnawing at his sides.
Please say it isn’t Jjong.
Or Kibum.
Or Taeminnie.
Please.
He couldn’t bear the thought of it being any of the three. Not because he thought they were unworthy of his hyung’s affections, but simply because he couldn’t bear the thought of having to watch his hyung loving another, his affections for another playing out before his eyes.
“Why do you ask?” He caught the surprise in those eyes, quickly masked by a guarded look.
“Because I think he deserves to be punched.”
Silly as it sounded, at this very moment, Minho felt the need to protect his hyung. His hyung.
His.
And his heart.
He wanted to be his knight in shining armor. The one to defend his honor.
To keep him from hurt.
From unrequited love.
To protect his heart.
To keep it safe.
With him.
But he feared he was too late.
“Are you jealous?”
He refused to answer.
Annoyed, he watched as a look of realization appeared on Jinki’s face, followed by a very bemused smile.
“What’s so funny hyung?”
So much for being indignant on his behalf.
Much as Minho loved the other boy, common knowledge was that Jinki was generally rather oblivious. And so Minho obviously didn’t like the fact that the older seemed to know something he didn’t.
“It’s you.”
What?
“It’s you, Choi Minho. The dude you see when you look into the mirror.”
He watched dumbly as the initially bemused smile grew.
Then came the eye smile. The one that made him hopelessly weak in the knees, which made him want to prance around in the most unbecoming, un-Flaming Charisma manner possible.
Ever.
“It’s you.” The boy repeated patiently.
Oh.
Right.
The smile grew wider, if that was even possible.
“So… are you going to punch yourself?”
“Errrrr… no. I guess not. At least I don’t think so.”
Maybe he should for being such a silly, oblivious fool.
“How long?”
“Two and a half years.” He cocked his eyebrows, as though to ask, you?
“Three years.”
Competitive Choi Minho didn’t like to lose.
But as he confidently, purposefully strode to close the gap between them, he thought, he could always make up for those six months… as he brought their lips crashing together.
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the fluffy sequel to "My one heartbreak. Yours too."
i do apologize if the scenes of meanho being mean were awkward. i really just can't imagine any of the boys being downright mean - i can only think of teasing, ribbing. nothing malicious.
and sorry for the lack of updates! honestly, when i first started, i was on a break of some sorts. but i am (have always been) a student. and now school's started, albeit im on exchange. but this just means i have to juggle my readings, work, and traveling just about every weekend (which really is the whole point of exchange). and thanks so much to all the awesome people who've been commenting and totally understanding about how i don't update much. this is to all you guys! =) i'll try my darnest to update soon.. a new series is currently in the works! =)