So [Un]Predictable
Title: So [Un]Predictable
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Pairing/characters: MinKey, Minho, Key
Genre: AU, Fiction, friendship-like
Word count: 1,315
Summary: Minho simply wanted to go to prom and spend his life having fun. Yet, the school he went to was full of . . . seemingly rude or cocky girls. And Key was the one to especially point that out.
Minho was ogling at the girls walking by him in the hallway and he deemed himself as unworthy to even go up to ask them any favor whatsoever, let alone ask them to the prom.
Even the frailest of girls, they seemed too good for him and he sighed, feeling so useless in the world of high school.
Sure, he was a star basketball player, but when it came to girls, he wasn’t a player at all.
No matter how skinny and boney these girls were, they all seemed to be stronger than him and less feminine, and that’s the last kind of person he wanted to take to prom.
He sighed as a blonde girl walked by in high heels, strutting her ass and turning back with a wink just to tease him. He mockingly smiled and stuck his tongue out, knowing how childish he was being.
He turned and dug into his locker, looking for his history books before he got too distracted and forgot.
Maybe Minho shouldn’t go to prom this year. It’s not like it was going to do him any favors in sports or school-only the chance to mislead a girl that he wanted to get laid. But he wasn’t like that; he was a gentlemen at heart (he hoped so) and only wanted a prom date for the fun of it. He always liked having a reason for getting out of bed besides sports, but prom just wasn’t doing that for him.
He grabbed the textbook and shut the locker, jumping three feet from his place.
“Looks like frog-face is on his tippy toes today,” Key cocked an eyebrow.
Minho groaned in displeasure at the comment and leaned against the lockers again, staring along the hallway, “Shut up.”
Key didn’t follow up with a scolding, but followed his gaze, a smirk creeping on his face, “Checkin’ them out, huh? Such a straight bastard, you are.”
Minho roughly shoved at the diva’s shoulder in annoyance, continuing to watch the girls pass by without a single interest in him.
Key leaned next to him, looking at the girls too, “You’re the basketball team captain. How is it you can score a basket but not a girl?”
“I dunno,” Minho shrugged.
“Maybe your long hair is telling them you’re a douche,” he joked.
Minho nudged his shoulder and chuckled, pulling his fingers through his hair, “It’s not that long, you ass.”
“Says you, you froggy-douche bag,” Key snickered, “God, that’s a good name. Consider it added to the list.”
Minho didn’t whine at all, just evaluating each girl as they passed.
(How did the late bell not ring yet? He’s been standing there forever.)
Each girl gave him at least a five-second glace before smiling and turning away to something else that might’ve caught their attention as if he wasn’t a captain.
If drove him into competitive mode. Simple subjects distracting girls from him? He should totally be able to beat that.
And yet he didn’t.
“All these girls,” Key commented, “They’re no good to take to prom.”
Minho, surprised, looked at Key with big eyes, “What do you mean ‘no good’?”
Key rolled his eyes and adjusted his collar, “You know, you can see right through them. That girl right there?” he pointed to some short brunette, “She’s ‘cutely’ wrinkling her nose thinking that you’ll look and think you’ll ask her out because of her adorable quality.
“Her?” he pointed to the blonde that passed earlier, “She just wants your dick.”
Minho cringed.
“Her?” he pointed to a tall and rather slim girl in square glasses, “She doesn’t have fashion sense and that’s just plain insulting to me, so I don’t approve.”
Minho’s lips formed a smile of amusement, chuckling at Key’s lack of sympathy, “Aw, come on, she’s cute!” he protested, looking more into her than her appearance.
“No, I refuse,” he said with a tone of finality.
“So, what’s your point, then?” Minho asked, crossing his arms the best he could.
Key wrinkled his nose better than the one girl and scrunched up his face, looking over all the people in the hallway, “I hate all these people. I can see right into their heads and their lifestyle. I foresee everything about them and it doesn’t suit you. I’m watching your back for you because, in some sick and twisted way, I care about what you’ll be doing the night of prom. I don’t want some chick getting seduced by your innocence and next thing you know her mouth isn’t going to object when she offers to put it around your-”
“Okay, stop!” Minho cut him off, scooting away just a bit, “Don’t finish it. Please.”
He saw Key nod and he was relieved. He didn’t want to hear about any sexual encounters at all because he didn’t favor them. All things sexual led up to, well, sex.
And no matter how much children was in his forte, he was not having a kid in high school.
He just wanted a friend or someone friendly to go with. It still may have no point to go, but hell, what’s wrong with wasting one night of your life in a suit?
If only his friend Taeyeon was there to agree . . .
“Ugh, the hoe,” Key hissed as he watched a different blonde wink at Minho with her tongue hanging out, “She needs to go be a slut somewhere else instead of trying to look sexy for you. Just go bald, Minho, that’ll solve everything.”
Minho took a hand and held it to the top of his head, fearful, “Chop off my hair?! No deal, Key!”
Key grumbled unintelligently under his breath and Minho finally leaned forward, getting up from the lockers. There wasn’t any point looking for someone anymore, he was just going to go to school and hit the bed on the night of prom.
“Alright, Key,” Minho sighed, picking up his book bag, “I’m off to history, I’ll see you later.”
Key’s eyes shot to Minho and stared at him, making Minho uncomfortable. But, all in all, he nodded as he said his goodbyes.
Minho smiled and waved at him before going down the hallway to his next class.
The girls he walked by eyed at him this time and he paid no attention to them. They can glue their stares at his chest or his ass; it wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t going with them.
He had a date with a mattress.
He hefted his textbook before trying to take the knob to the door.
“Minho, wait!”
He turned around, staring at Key, who was in such a diva pose that Minho couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What is it?”
Key slowly walked up, picking at his collar again and-was that a natural blush on his face?
“Well, since these girls are so easy,” he scoffed, “Why don’t we . . . just go together as friends? Surely there’d be girls in seats without a date and sitting there innocently . . . I mean, if you’re set on not going that’s all good. I just wanted you to go with someone who was spontaneous yet responsible and wasn’t so transparent-”
“Okay.”
“Okay-what?” Key double-took and stared at Minho incredulously, “Seriously, Min?”
Minho smiled with a harmless shrug, “Sure, why not?”
Minho watched as Key temporarily let his guard down and stumbled over his words with the slightest flush on his face.
“R-Right,” he replied snootily, “Because if you said no, you’d totally regret it.”
And with that, the almighty diva stalked off.
Minho shook his head with a light chuckle as he opened the door.
The entire class, he thought how ironic yet so portended Key’s attitude was towards him and going out.
. . . And he got a written detention for chuckling loudly from thinking about it during class.
---Note~---
Alright. OTL
This was supposed to be longer, but I'm very proud of this piece. I finally tried keeping to MinKey's usual behaviour around each other.
So proud of myself. xD
I think MinKey has like, this exotic relationship. I can't even explain it. It can be so vulgar at times and yet it could be completely sweet.
Oh, the possible themes...
My iTunes is being stupid again. It keeps playing SHINee to EXO over and over. The SHINee songs change, but EXO's keep playing Two Moons (K).
Forever questioning my iTunes.
Well, off to other things now.
Thank you to everyone who read. c:
BYE.
~Piplupz/FlaMinhoe
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Pairing/characters: MinKey, Minho, Key
Genre: AU, Fiction, friendship-like
Word count: 1,315
Summary: Minho simply wanted to go to prom and spend his life having fun. Yet, the school he went to was full of . . . seemingly rude or cocky girls. And Key was the one to especially point that out.
Minho was ogling at the girls walking by him in the hallway and he deemed himself as unworthy to even go up to ask them any favor whatsoever, let alone ask them to the prom.
Even the frailest of girls, they seemed too good for him and he sighed, feeling so useless in the world of high school.
Sure, he was a star basketball player, but when it came to girls, he wasn’t a player at all.
No matter how skinny and boney these girls were, they all seemed to be stronger than him and less feminine, and that’s the last kind of person he wanted to take to prom.
He sighed as a blonde girl walked by in high heels, strutting her ass and turning back with a wink just to tease him. He mockingly smiled and stuck his tongue out, knowing how childish he was being.
He turned and dug into his locker, looking for his history books before he got too distracted and forgot.
Maybe Minho shouldn’t go to prom this year. It’s not like it was going to do him any favors in sports or school-only the chance to mislead a girl that he wanted to get laid. But he wasn’t like that; he was a gentlemen at heart (he hoped so) and only wanted a prom date for the fun of it. He always liked having a reason for getting out of bed besides sports, but prom just wasn’t doing that for him.
He grabbed the textbook and shut the locker, jumping three feet from his place.
“Looks like frog-face is on his tippy toes today,” Key cocked an eyebrow.
Minho groaned in displeasure at the comment and leaned against the lockers again, staring along the hallway, “Shut up.”
Key didn’t follow up with a scolding, but followed his gaze, a smirk creeping on his face, “Checkin’ them out, huh? Such a straight bastard, you are.”
Minho roughly shoved at the diva’s shoulder in annoyance, continuing to watch the girls pass by without a single interest in him.
Key leaned next to him, looking at the girls too, “You’re the basketball team captain. How is it you can score a basket but not a girl?”
“I dunno,” Minho shrugged.
“Maybe your long hair is telling them you’re a douche,” he joked.
Minho nudged his shoulder and chuckled, pulling his fingers through his hair, “It’s not that long, you ass.”
“Says you, you froggy-douche bag,” Key snickered, “God, that’s a good name. Consider it added to the list.”
Minho didn’t whine at all, just evaluating each girl as they passed.
(How did the late bell not ring yet? He’s been standing there forever.)
Each girl gave him at least a five-second glace before smiling and turning away to something else that might’ve caught their attention as if he wasn’t a captain.
If drove him into competitive mode. Simple subjects distracting girls from him? He should totally be able to beat that.
And yet he didn’t.
“All these girls,” Key commented, “They’re no good to take to prom.”
Minho, surprised, looked at Key with big eyes, “What do you mean ‘no good’?”
Key rolled his eyes and adjusted his collar, “You know, you can see right through them. That girl right there?” he pointed to some short brunette, “She’s ‘cutely’ wrinkling her nose thinking that you’ll look and think you’ll ask her out because of her adorable quality.
“Her?” he pointed to the blonde that passed earlier, “She just wants your dick.”
Minho cringed.
“Her?” he pointed to a tall and rather slim girl in square glasses, “She doesn’t have fashion sense and that’s just plain insulting to me, so I don’t approve.”
Minho’s lips formed a smile of amusement, chuckling at Key’s lack of sympathy, “Aw, come on, she’s cute!” he protested, looking more into her than her appearance.
“No, I refuse,” he said with a tone of finality.
“So, what’s your point, then?” Minho asked, crossing his arms the best he could.
Key wrinkled his nose better than the one girl and scrunched up his face, looking over all the people in the hallway, “I hate all these people. I can see right into their heads and their lifestyle. I foresee everything about them and it doesn’t suit you. I’m watching your back for you because, in some sick and twisted way, I care about what you’ll be doing the night of prom. I don’t want some chick getting seduced by your innocence and next thing you know her mouth isn’t going to object when she offers to put it around your-”
“Okay, stop!” Minho cut him off, scooting away just a bit, “Don’t finish it. Please.”
He saw Key nod and he was relieved. He didn’t want to hear about any sexual encounters at all because he didn’t favor them. All things sexual led up to, well, sex.
And no matter how much children was in his forte, he was not having a kid in high school.
He just wanted a friend or someone friendly to go with. It still may have no point to go, but hell, what’s wrong with wasting one night of your life in a suit?
If only his friend Taeyeon was there to agree . . .
“Ugh, the hoe,” Key hissed as he watched a different blonde wink at Minho with her tongue hanging out, “She needs to go be a slut somewhere else instead of trying to look sexy for you. Just go bald, Minho, that’ll solve everything.”
Minho took a hand and held it to the top of his head, fearful, “Chop off my hair?! No deal, Key!”
Key grumbled unintelligently under his breath and Minho finally leaned forward, getting up from the lockers. There wasn’t any point looking for someone anymore, he was just going to go to school and hit the bed on the night of prom.
“Alright, Key,” Minho sighed, picking up his book bag, “I’m off to history, I’ll see you later.”
Key’s eyes shot to Minho and stared at him, making Minho uncomfortable. But, all in all, he nodded as he said his goodbyes.
Minho smiled and waved at him before going down the hallway to his next class.
The girls he walked by eyed at him this time and he paid no attention to them. They can glue their stares at his chest or his ass; it wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t going with them.
He had a date with a mattress.
He hefted his textbook before trying to take the knob to the door.
“Minho, wait!”
He turned around, staring at Key, who was in such a diva pose that Minho couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What is it?”
Key slowly walked up, picking at his collar again and-was that a natural blush on his face?
“Well, since these girls are so easy,” he scoffed, “Why don’t we . . . just go together as friends? Surely there’d be girls in seats without a date and sitting there innocently . . . I mean, if you’re set on not going that’s all good. I just wanted you to go with someone who was spontaneous yet responsible and wasn’t so transparent-”
“Okay.”
“Okay-what?” Key double-took and stared at Minho incredulously, “Seriously, Min?”
Minho smiled with a harmless shrug, “Sure, why not?”
Minho watched as Key temporarily let his guard down and stumbled over his words with the slightest flush on his face.
“R-Right,” he replied snootily, “Because if you said no, you’d totally regret it.”
And with that, the almighty diva stalked off.
Minho shook his head with a light chuckle as he opened the door.
The entire class, he thought how ironic yet so portended Key’s attitude was towards him and going out.
. . . And he got a written detention for chuckling loudly from thinking about it during class.
---Note~---
Alright. OTL
This was supposed to be longer, but I'm very proud of this piece. I finally tried keeping to MinKey's usual behaviour around each other.
So proud of myself. xD
I think MinKey has like, this exotic relationship. I can't even explain it. It can be so vulgar at times and yet it could be completely sweet.
Oh, the possible themes...
My iTunes is being stupid again. It keeps playing SHINee to EXO over and over. The SHINee songs change, but EXO's keep playing Two Moons (K).
Forever questioning my iTunes.
Well, off to other things now.
Thank you to everyone who read. c:
BYE.
~Piplupz/FlaMinhoe