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Title: Paper Cuts
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG (language)
Pairings: 2min, taemin/sulli, minho/oc, jonghyun/oc, key/onew
Summary: There are two different sides to Choi Minho. The Minho playing sports who is too competitive for his own good. The one that a good portion of the student body swooned over as they watched him run around and kick ass in whatever he was doing. The one that everyone wanted to hang out with and be friends (or sometimes more than friends) with. But that Minho was gone the moment he stepped out of the locker room after practice or a game. Then there was the Minho who liked to be left alone. Who always hid behind his glasses and a book. The more prominent one. The one that no one realized was the same person they cheered for during games. He preferred to be this Minho though. But there was one thing that both sides of him had in common. He was in love with Lee Taemin. The only problem? Taemin already had a girlfriend and together they made the perfect couple. The couple everyone envied, but loved at the same time.
A/N: Just a little preview of my new fic. I'm not sure if it's going to be chaptered or not. But as usual there is a song to go with the story. My inspiration if you will. It's a song by Runner Runner (whom I got to see live on The Late Show with David Letterman during my brief stay in NYC earlier this week. Again great band and super sweet) called Paper Cuts
PAPERCUTS
I sat in my normal spot at the back of Starbucks with a book casually in my hand and a coffee in front of me. I was in my own little world, engrossed in the words that were popping out from the pages in front of me. It was nice to be able to escape reality for a little bit. It was nice to escape unbothered.
I continued to read the book, adjusting my glasses every one and while and sometimes grabbing the cup in front of me to take a sip. I felt the presence of someone as they took a seat across from me, but paid them no attention. I kept on reading even though the eyes from the person across from me could have burned a hole in the pages. It was only when I reached the end of the chapter that I dog eared the page to keep my place and gently set the book on the table. I eyed the girl sitting across from me and took a sip of the bitter yet sweet liquid of my cup.
“You know I was partially tempted to just grab the book right out of your hands,” she says to me.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I knew you’d be mad at me if I did. Besides I figured since you were the one to invite me, I couldn’t be rude like that. Did you really have to finish the chapter before acknowledging my existence though?”
“Yes. It totally ruins the flow of things if you stop in the middle.”
“Says you,” she sighs. Just then one of the baristas calls out her name and she leaves the table briefly to collect her drink and a plate with a pumpkin scone on it. She settled in the seat across from me and gave me a curious stare.
“What?” I ask, immediately breaking off a piece of pumpkin scone only to have my hand slapped away, “Ouch, what was that for?”
“Not until you tell me why you asked me to come here? To invade your precious alone time. You know, you only ever ask me to join you at Starbucks when it’s something important.”
“No I don’t.”
“Lying doesn’t work for you Minho.”
“What? I can’t want the company of my lovely and beautiful best friend sometimes?”
“Flattery doesn’t work either.”
“Sometimes I think you know me too good.”
“I know. Now what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to hang with you,” I reply again.
“Like I said, you don’t invite me to your precious Starbucks alone time to just hang. We can do that at each other’s houses, like we normally do.”
Just then the door opened and a soft autumn breeze drifted into the room until it closed behind the people who had just entered. I inhaled the smell of the leaves that came with the wind and smiled at the fact that autumn was finally here. Eventually, my gaze drifted to the people who had just entered and were now huddled close at the counter ordering their drinks. My best friend’s eyes followed my gaze and a soft sigh of realization escaped her lips.
“Now I see why you told me to come,” she says to me with a smirk on her face, “So how long has he been coming here? I’m guessing it’s a normal thing?”
“I don’t know. I just noticed the other week that he comes here around this time every day. Sometimes he brings her, sometimes he just comes alone.”
“Ah I see,” her gaze goes to the two people again and then returns to me, but this time with a sort of sadness in her eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that Jazzy,” I sigh as again I take a piece of pumpkin scone this time she doesn’t stop me.
“So you made me drop everything I was doing to come here and show me that,” she cocks her head in the direction of the people who had taken a seat across the room.
“Yup.”
“Why?”
“So I can complain that my one sanctuary I have in my life is now ruined because of that.”
“Then just don’t come at this time. Change your routine, come earlier or later.”
“I don’t want to. You know how I am.”
“Yeah, once you have a set routine, it’s hard to break you of it.”
We sit there in a comfortable silence. A silence that I can only experience with my best friend. The scone slowly disappears as we both take small pieces of it to go with the coffee we have in front of us.
“I just don’t get it,” I finally say.
“Get what?”
“Why he’s with her.”
She looks over at the table again and nibbles the piece of scone in her hand, “I don’t know. Because he likes her and she likes him.”
“Jazzy,” I sigh.
“What? What other reason is there for two people to date?”
“Is there ever a moment when you’re not so blunt.”
“Nope, but you wouldn’t have it any other way right? Besides that’s why I have the best friend status and not just friend because I tell you how it is regardless.”
“I guess, but would it hurt for you to at least sugar coat it a bit so it’s easier to swallow and digest.”
“The truth is bitter Minho. Just like coffee. You can add sugar, cream, and syrup, but there will always be that bitter after taste. So you just have to deal with it,” she says matter of factly.
I watch as he drops his head lower to whisper in the girl’s ear. A small smile starts to form on her lips and eventually a soft laughter escapes. He tightens the grip his hand has on her shoulder and she moves closer to him. Then he places a soft kiss on her temple as they continue to talk with bright smiles on their faces. To other people it might have been heart warming, seeing a young couple so in love, but to me it was nauseating. I grudgingly grab my coffee and down the rest of it, only to be left with that bitterness that Jazzy just described to me. How ironic I thought.
“C’mon, let’s go,” I stand up from my chair, “I can’t be here anymore.”
“Why you even put yourself through this I will never understand,” she says as she too stands up.
“I wish I knew the answer to that,” I grab my book off the table and wince when I feel a sharp pain on one of my fingers. I look down and see a thin line of red gracing the tip of my ring finger. It wasn’t deep enough to really bleed, but it hurt like a bitch. I shook my hand in attempts to make the pain go away, but it was useless.
“What’s wrong?” my best friend asks me as she watches me stare at my hand.
“Nothing, just got a paper cut. Let’s go,” I grab both of our jackets off the chairs along with her purse and storm out of the room.
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG (language)
Pairings: 2min, taemin/sulli, minho/oc, jonghyun/oc, key/onew
Summary: There are two different sides to Choi Minho. The Minho playing sports who is too competitive for his own good. The one that a good portion of the student body swooned over as they watched him run around and kick ass in whatever he was doing. The one that everyone wanted to hang out with and be friends (or sometimes more than friends) with. But that Minho was gone the moment he stepped out of the locker room after practice or a game. Then there was the Minho who liked to be left alone. Who always hid behind his glasses and a book. The more prominent one. The one that no one realized was the same person they cheered for during games. He preferred to be this Minho though. But there was one thing that both sides of him had in common. He was in love with Lee Taemin. The only problem? Taemin already had a girlfriend and together they made the perfect couple. The couple everyone envied, but loved at the same time.
A/N: Just a little preview of my new fic. I'm not sure if it's going to be chaptered or not. But as usual there is a song to go with the story. My inspiration if you will. It's a song by Runner Runner (whom I got to see live on The Late Show with David Letterman during my brief stay in NYC earlier this week. Again great band and super sweet) called Paper Cuts
PAPERCUTS
I sat in my normal spot at the back of Starbucks with a book casually in my hand and a coffee in front of me. I was in my own little world, engrossed in the words that were popping out from the pages in front of me. It was nice to be able to escape reality for a little bit. It was nice to escape unbothered.
I continued to read the book, adjusting my glasses every one and while and sometimes grabbing the cup in front of me to take a sip. I felt the presence of someone as they took a seat across from me, but paid them no attention. I kept on reading even though the eyes from the person across from me could have burned a hole in the pages. It was only when I reached the end of the chapter that I dog eared the page to keep my place and gently set the book on the table. I eyed the girl sitting across from me and took a sip of the bitter yet sweet liquid of my cup.
“You know I was partially tempted to just grab the book right out of your hands,” she says to me.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I knew you’d be mad at me if I did. Besides I figured since you were the one to invite me, I couldn’t be rude like that. Did you really have to finish the chapter before acknowledging my existence though?”
“Yes. It totally ruins the flow of things if you stop in the middle.”
“Says you,” she sighs. Just then one of the baristas calls out her name and she leaves the table briefly to collect her drink and a plate with a pumpkin scone on it. She settled in the seat across from me and gave me a curious stare.
“What?” I ask, immediately breaking off a piece of pumpkin scone only to have my hand slapped away, “Ouch, what was that for?”
“Not until you tell me why you asked me to come here? To invade your precious alone time. You know, you only ever ask me to join you at Starbucks when it’s something important.”
“No I don’t.”
“Lying doesn’t work for you Minho.”
“What? I can’t want the company of my lovely and beautiful best friend sometimes?”
“Flattery doesn’t work either.”
“Sometimes I think you know me too good.”
“I know. Now what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to hang with you,” I reply again.
“Like I said, you don’t invite me to your precious Starbucks alone time to just hang. We can do that at each other’s houses, like we normally do.”
Just then the door opened and a soft autumn breeze drifted into the room until it closed behind the people who had just entered. I inhaled the smell of the leaves that came with the wind and smiled at the fact that autumn was finally here. Eventually, my gaze drifted to the people who had just entered and were now huddled close at the counter ordering their drinks. My best friend’s eyes followed my gaze and a soft sigh of realization escaped her lips.
“Now I see why you told me to come,” she says to me with a smirk on her face, “So how long has he been coming here? I’m guessing it’s a normal thing?”
“I don’t know. I just noticed the other week that he comes here around this time every day. Sometimes he brings her, sometimes he just comes alone.”
“Ah I see,” her gaze goes to the two people again and then returns to me, but this time with a sort of sadness in her eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that Jazzy,” I sigh as again I take a piece of pumpkin scone this time she doesn’t stop me.
“So you made me drop everything I was doing to come here and show me that,” she cocks her head in the direction of the people who had taken a seat across the room.
“Yup.”
“Why?”
“So I can complain that my one sanctuary I have in my life is now ruined because of that.”
“Then just don’t come at this time. Change your routine, come earlier or later.”
“I don’t want to. You know how I am.”
“Yeah, once you have a set routine, it’s hard to break you of it.”
We sit there in a comfortable silence. A silence that I can only experience with my best friend. The scone slowly disappears as we both take small pieces of it to go with the coffee we have in front of us.
“I just don’t get it,” I finally say.
“Get what?”
“Why he’s with her.”
She looks over at the table again and nibbles the piece of scone in her hand, “I don’t know. Because he likes her and she likes him.”
“Jazzy,” I sigh.
“What? What other reason is there for two people to date?”
“Is there ever a moment when you’re not so blunt.”
“Nope, but you wouldn’t have it any other way right? Besides that’s why I have the best friend status and not just friend because I tell you how it is regardless.”
“I guess, but would it hurt for you to at least sugar coat it a bit so it’s easier to swallow and digest.”
“The truth is bitter Minho. Just like coffee. You can add sugar, cream, and syrup, but there will always be that bitter after taste. So you just have to deal with it,” she says matter of factly.
I watch as he drops his head lower to whisper in the girl’s ear. A small smile starts to form on her lips and eventually a soft laughter escapes. He tightens the grip his hand has on her shoulder and she moves closer to him. Then he places a soft kiss on her temple as they continue to talk with bright smiles on their faces. To other people it might have been heart warming, seeing a young couple so in love, but to me it was nauseating. I grudgingly grab my coffee and down the rest of it, only to be left with that bitterness that Jazzy just described to me. How ironic I thought.
“C’mon, let’s go,” I stand up from my chair, “I can’t be here anymore.”
“Why you even put yourself through this I will never understand,” she says as she too stands up.
“I wish I knew the answer to that,” I grab my book off the table and wince when I feel a sharp pain on one of my fingers. I look down and see a thin line of red gracing the tip of my ring finger. It wasn’t deep enough to really bleed, but it hurt like a bitch. I shook my hand in attempts to make the pain go away, but it was useless.
“What’s wrong?” my best friend asks me as she watches me stare at my hand.
“Nothing, just got a paper cut. Let’s go,” I grab both of our jackets off the chairs along with her purse and storm out of the room.