Pen Pals 7
Title: Pen Pals
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Pairings: 2min, (slight) Onkey
Genre: Romance, AU, Friendship
Summary: Minho finally gets to meet his pen pal of 5 years, Lee Taemin.
Kibum spent the whole night contemplating the ‘Minho Taemin’ situation, trying his best to come up with a brilliant idea that would miraculously solve everything. No fighting, no nothing. He just wanted them to be happy, knowing that if they were happy, he would be too. Considering he wouldn’t have to keep up with their millions of problems all the time and could hopefully live his own life.
After spending several hours trying to come up with that brilliant solution, he finally decided it might be best to just sleep on it. He was tired and pissed, and since neither of those would help his brain work any better, the only other option was sleep.
A measly four hours of beauty sleep passed and Kibum woke, sitting up and rubbing his eyes a little. He glanced around the room and over at his still sleeping boyfriend before mumbling a few curses under his breath and stumbling out of bed. He shrugged on his robe and frowned, his plan had failed. No brilliant ideas had popped into his brain overnight.
He slipped on his slippers, shuffled over to the other side of the bed, violently shook Jinki to wake him and scuffled into the kitchen. He ruffled his already messy hair and sighed before walking over to the coffee maker, starting it up. He needed his caffeine. Kibum crossed his arms and leaned down onto the counter, resting his head on the fluffy material of his robe.
Jinki timidly peeked around the corner and over at his distressed boyfriend. He turned sideways and, like a spy, (a clumsy one), pressed himself against the wall and sidestepped towards the coffee maker across the room.
“Get me some coffee. Now.” He jumped at Kibum’s cold voice and coughed awkwardly at his defeat. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his pajama pants and smiled nervously, trying his best to cover up his attempt at sneaking past his angry looking boyfriend. “Jinki, I honestly couldn’t care less whether or not you were sneaking past me. Just get me some coffee.”
Jinki nodded, walking over to the coffee maker and grabbing a cup from the cabinet above him, he then filled the cup to the brim and reached for the cream and sugar Kibum usually enjoyed with his coffee.
“Just black this morning.” Jinki raised an eyebrow, but handed him the cup of coffee anyway, watching him take a tired sip. Suddenly his sleepy eyes grew large and he slammed the coffee cup back onto the counter, some of it sloshing over onto the marble countertop.
“I know what to do!”
xxXXxx
Nothing much happened after Taemin had walked out on Kibum, he walked out past the car and into his house, leaving Minho in the car. He hadn’t thought much about it and quickly walked inside, clearing his mind of Minho.
The fact that he was that upset that he had called him pretty was really unsettling, was he really that uncomfortable with being close to him? It made him feel really hopeless; like there was no way they could ever really be good friends. He knew how stupid it probably looked to others, but it the thought that they might never end up being close friends still sat inside of him, giving him the feeling of wanting to puke. It was like the kindness he had showered Minho with was useless.
Taemin frowned angrily, deciding it was time to quit his little ‘self pit party’ and realize who the real problem was in this situation. Was it his fault? No. He wasn’t the one being overly sensitive; he had been nice to him ever since he had first met him.
Well, he had never started anything.
The point was, this wasn’t his fault, it was Minho’s. And he wasn’t about to go and change himself just because of Minho’s attitude towards him. That was his problem.
Taemin walked furiously into the bathroom throwing his clothes off and starting up the shower, twisting the knob to its hottest setting. He wiped the newly formed fog from the window and looked at himself, unconsciously adjusting his hair the same way he had the first time he had met Minho.
As angry as he was with him, he still knew that deep down the way Minho acted would make him feel self-conscious, though he would be trying his best to suppress those feelings. He reached up and angrily threw his brush at the mirror before stepping into the shower, pouring shampoo into his hand and roughly massaging his scalp.
He quickly rinsed the shampoo from his hair and skipped the soap; he had heard Minho come in and didn’t want to have any run-ins with him before he went to sleep. He wouldn’t sleep well if that happened, not that he would anyway.
After hurriedly wrapping a towel around his waist and barely drying his hair, Taemin quickly opened the bathroom door, rushing across the hall and into his room. He slammed the door behind him and threw the dirty clothes onto the floor, not bothering to put them in the basket. He dug through his drawers; trying to find a clean pair of pants in the sea of clothing he was digging through.
He grabbed the first semi-clean pair of sweats he could find, throwing them on and flinging himself into his unmade bed. The room was silent except for the faint sound of a door closing in the hallway. Minho’s door.
Taemin woke the next morning to the sound of his cell going off and the silence of the house shattered by it’s repetitive tone. He rolled over, groaning and fumbling through the items scattered across the bedside table. He let out a tired victory cry when his hand finally grasped the chain attached and pulled it into the bed with him, flipping it open and holding it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“You better be over here right at 10 in comfortable clothes and with your bike. If Minho isn’t with you I will personally go over to your house and drag him over here. Got it?”
“Sure, but um-”
“No buts. We’re gonna fix this.” With that the line went dead and Taemin groaned, flipping his phone shut before hopping out of bed. He walked over to his dresser and threw on some clothes before flattening his hair down as best he could then walking out of the room.
Taemin strode into the kitchen, quickly buttering a slice of bread and shoving it into his mouth before walking back down the hall towards Minho’s room. There was no escaping this one, so he was just going to burst in and get it over with. He turned the doorknob and violently pushed open the door,
“Kibum wants to meet us somewhere.” The only response he got was a snore. Taemin sighed and walked over beside the bed and gently poked him. “Minho?” He didn’t move. Taemin groaned, why the hell did Minho have to be such a heavy sleeper? He reached down and shook him, “Minho. Wake up.”
“Mm, what the hell? Leave me alone.” He mumbled before rolling over and swatting away his hand. Taemin’s jaw tightened,
“You have got to be kidding me.” He waked over to the light switch and flipped it up before returning to the bed, throwing the covers from the bed. The cold air hit Minho like a tidal wave and he immediately sat up,
“What was that for? Do you want to ruin my sleep habits too?” Taemin’s eyebrows lifted in disbelief,
“Did you really just say that to me?” Silence. “No, I’m not trying to ruin your damn sleep habits. Kibum wants us to meet him and I’m not about to suffer through his bitching if we don’t get over there in time, so get up and put some clothes on.”
“Fine, whatever.” Minho snorted before getting up and walking over to his dresser, which Taemin took as his cue to leave. He couldn’t believe Minho, this guy had so many problems it wasn’t even funny. No wonder all he did was sit in his room all day and read books, nobody wanted to deal with him. He must have been a good writer too, considering how nice he seemed in his letters. Taemin sneered, what a load of crap.
Taemin walked back down to his room and stepping inside, shutting the door behind him. He walked over to his bedside table and reached underneath, pulling something from beneath it. His journal. Stuck to the back of it was a strip of Velcro, identical to the one stuck under the table.
He hadn’t written in it for a while, he had mostly used it when he was younger. When he didn’t have anyone to talk to (which, let’s face it, was often considering the only person he ever really talked to was Kibum. Talking to Kibum about your problems wasn’t the smartest thing to do; his usual answer was a careless ‘get over it’) he would write it down in his journal. Although it didn’t answer, it made him feel a little better about what ever was going on.
He didn’t want to discuss Minho with Kibum, so he flipped open his journal to the first clean page and quickly started to write, aiming to finish before Minho finished changing. After five minutes or so, he lifted his pen from the page and let out a short, content, sigh.
At the sound of Minho’s door opening he quickly stuck the journal back to the bottom of his dresser, walking out of his room after hearing Minho pass by and into the kitchen. He walked in after Minho and pulled a glass of half-finished cranberry juice from the fridge, taking a small sip from the frosty glass. Minho, ignoring him, walked over to the breadbox and grabbed a leftover muffin. The room was quiet for a moment before Minho spoke,
“What does Kibum want?” Taemin shrugged and took another sip of juice before responding.
“He said something about bringing my bike, other than that I don’t really know what’s going on.” Minho nodded before wiping his mouth and walking over to the trashcan, throwing away the baking cup the muffin had been in.
“You want to go now? The sooner we get it over with it the better.” Taemin gave him a sarcastic smile before walking over to the door to the garage, where his bike was stored. He walked out, shivering at the cold, and over to where his bike was stored before lightly dusting off the seat and bending down to check the tires. He gently squeezed the first one, throwing his head back in frustration when it practically collapsed in his hand. He turned to Minho, who had walked in behind him,
“This might take a second. I’m going to have to fill the tires a little.” He walked over to the corner of the garage, where a dusty air compressor sat that obviously hadn’t been used in several years. Taemin wrapped his skinny arms around it and pulled, moving the machine about an inch across the concrete floor.
It wasn’t that he was weak; he just hadn’t been doing anything recently. He stood up and bent back, cracking his back before bending down and grabbing it again. He gave it another big pull, moving it only a little farther than it had moved before.
“Need help?” Taemin turned, Minho was smirking in his direction. As tempted as he was to say no, he knew it wouldn’t get him over to Kibum’s any faster, so he nodded before stepping backward and crossing his arms angrily. Minho did just as Taemin had moments before, wrapping his arms around the machine and pulling, only this time it glided across the floor with ease. Taemin rolled his eyes, so what if Minho was in better shape than him? He walked over to the bike, gesturing for Minho to step away, and reached back to turn the machine on. His hands immediately flew to his ears when the roaring sound it emitted filled the garage. Minho flinched before cursing under his breath and plugging his ears, glaring at Taemin who hadn’t warned him about the deafening sound the damn thing made.
Taemin smirked before unwinding the hose-like cord attached to the machine, attaching the metal tip that would inflate the tires. He unscrewed the opening inside of the tires and quickly inflating them, gently squeezing them between each shot of air to check them.
He gave it a quick test ride before rolling it across the grass between his and Kibum’s house, Minho trailing behind him. Kibum and Jinki stood together in the driveway, waiting with their own bikes beside them, Jinki trying his best to lift Kibum’s in the car for him. Taemin just shook his head when he went toppling over onto the ground, bike falling down on top of him from the edge of the trunk.
When Taemin pulled up beside them, Kibum immediately turned to them, eyes narrowing.
“You’re late.” Taemin scoffed,
“I’m sure, by how much? Six seconds?”
“No. A minute and twenty-two seconds.”
“Oh god. Can you please just tell us why the hell we’re here and not at home sleeping?”
“You’re here because I want you to be and because we’re going to all go out together. Got it?” He snapped, hands on his hips. Taemin nodded despite how unhappy he was about this whole situation, he would much rather be at home in bed not having to worry about Minho or anything else.
Minho stood silently off to the side watching Jinki struggle to load the bicycles into the car, occasionally smirking slightly at one of his many failed attempts. After several minutes of trial and error, all bikes were finally loaded into the car and all four of them were squeezed in as well.
The drive was silent except for the occasional directions from Kibum to Jinki and after an hour of driving, they finally arrived at their destination. A bike trail.
Taemin groaned, he really wasn’t in the mood for any kind of outdoor activities. Especially not with Minho watching them, considering just how athletic Minho looked and just how scrawny he looked in comparison.
This wasn’t going to be any fun at all.
A/N: Sorry about how long this took, school picked up unexpectedly. I hope you liked it anyway though. The next chapter will have their bike-ride-thing ☺ And um… I didn’t really check over this, so if you find any mistakes I apologize.
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Pairings: 2min, (slight) Onkey
Genre: Romance, AU, Friendship
Summary: Minho finally gets to meet his pen pal of 5 years, Lee Taemin.
Kibum spent the whole night contemplating the ‘Minho Taemin’ situation, trying his best to come up with a brilliant idea that would miraculously solve everything. No fighting, no nothing. He just wanted them to be happy, knowing that if they were happy, he would be too. Considering he wouldn’t have to keep up with their millions of problems all the time and could hopefully live his own life.
After spending several hours trying to come up with that brilliant solution, he finally decided it might be best to just sleep on it. He was tired and pissed, and since neither of those would help his brain work any better, the only other option was sleep.
A measly four hours of beauty sleep passed and Kibum woke, sitting up and rubbing his eyes a little. He glanced around the room and over at his still sleeping boyfriend before mumbling a few curses under his breath and stumbling out of bed. He shrugged on his robe and frowned, his plan had failed. No brilliant ideas had popped into his brain overnight.
He slipped on his slippers, shuffled over to the other side of the bed, violently shook Jinki to wake him and scuffled into the kitchen. He ruffled his already messy hair and sighed before walking over to the coffee maker, starting it up. He needed his caffeine. Kibum crossed his arms and leaned down onto the counter, resting his head on the fluffy material of his robe.
Jinki timidly peeked around the corner and over at his distressed boyfriend. He turned sideways and, like a spy, (a clumsy one), pressed himself against the wall and sidestepped towards the coffee maker across the room.
“Get me some coffee. Now.” He jumped at Kibum’s cold voice and coughed awkwardly at his defeat. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his pajama pants and smiled nervously, trying his best to cover up his attempt at sneaking past his angry looking boyfriend. “Jinki, I honestly couldn’t care less whether or not you were sneaking past me. Just get me some coffee.”
Jinki nodded, walking over to the coffee maker and grabbing a cup from the cabinet above him, he then filled the cup to the brim and reached for the cream and sugar Kibum usually enjoyed with his coffee.
“Just black this morning.” Jinki raised an eyebrow, but handed him the cup of coffee anyway, watching him take a tired sip. Suddenly his sleepy eyes grew large and he slammed the coffee cup back onto the counter, some of it sloshing over onto the marble countertop.
“I know what to do!”
xxXXxx
Nothing much happened after Taemin had walked out on Kibum, he walked out past the car and into his house, leaving Minho in the car. He hadn’t thought much about it and quickly walked inside, clearing his mind of Minho.
The fact that he was that upset that he had called him pretty was really unsettling, was he really that uncomfortable with being close to him? It made him feel really hopeless; like there was no way they could ever really be good friends. He knew how stupid it probably looked to others, but it the thought that they might never end up being close friends still sat inside of him, giving him the feeling of wanting to puke. It was like the kindness he had showered Minho with was useless.
Taemin frowned angrily, deciding it was time to quit his little ‘self pit party’ and realize who the real problem was in this situation. Was it his fault? No. He wasn’t the one being overly sensitive; he had been nice to him ever since he had first met him.
Well, he had never started anything.
The point was, this wasn’t his fault, it was Minho’s. And he wasn’t about to go and change himself just because of Minho’s attitude towards him. That was his problem.
Taemin walked furiously into the bathroom throwing his clothes off and starting up the shower, twisting the knob to its hottest setting. He wiped the newly formed fog from the window and looked at himself, unconsciously adjusting his hair the same way he had the first time he had met Minho.
As angry as he was with him, he still knew that deep down the way Minho acted would make him feel self-conscious, though he would be trying his best to suppress those feelings. He reached up and angrily threw his brush at the mirror before stepping into the shower, pouring shampoo into his hand and roughly massaging his scalp.
He quickly rinsed the shampoo from his hair and skipped the soap; he had heard Minho come in and didn’t want to have any run-ins with him before he went to sleep. He wouldn’t sleep well if that happened, not that he would anyway.
After hurriedly wrapping a towel around his waist and barely drying his hair, Taemin quickly opened the bathroom door, rushing across the hall and into his room. He slammed the door behind him and threw the dirty clothes onto the floor, not bothering to put them in the basket. He dug through his drawers; trying to find a clean pair of pants in the sea of clothing he was digging through.
He grabbed the first semi-clean pair of sweats he could find, throwing them on and flinging himself into his unmade bed. The room was silent except for the faint sound of a door closing in the hallway. Minho’s door.
Taemin woke the next morning to the sound of his cell going off and the silence of the house shattered by it’s repetitive tone. He rolled over, groaning and fumbling through the items scattered across the bedside table. He let out a tired victory cry when his hand finally grasped the chain attached and pulled it into the bed with him, flipping it open and holding it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“You better be over here right at 10 in comfortable clothes and with your bike. If Minho isn’t with you I will personally go over to your house and drag him over here. Got it?”
“Sure, but um-”
“No buts. We’re gonna fix this.” With that the line went dead and Taemin groaned, flipping his phone shut before hopping out of bed. He walked over to his dresser and threw on some clothes before flattening his hair down as best he could then walking out of the room.
Taemin strode into the kitchen, quickly buttering a slice of bread and shoving it into his mouth before walking back down the hall towards Minho’s room. There was no escaping this one, so he was just going to burst in and get it over with. He turned the doorknob and violently pushed open the door,
“Kibum wants to meet us somewhere.” The only response he got was a snore. Taemin sighed and walked over beside the bed and gently poked him. “Minho?” He didn’t move. Taemin groaned, why the hell did Minho have to be such a heavy sleeper? He reached down and shook him, “Minho. Wake up.”
“Mm, what the hell? Leave me alone.” He mumbled before rolling over and swatting away his hand. Taemin’s jaw tightened,
“You have got to be kidding me.” He waked over to the light switch and flipped it up before returning to the bed, throwing the covers from the bed. The cold air hit Minho like a tidal wave and he immediately sat up,
“What was that for? Do you want to ruin my sleep habits too?” Taemin’s eyebrows lifted in disbelief,
“Did you really just say that to me?” Silence. “No, I’m not trying to ruin your damn sleep habits. Kibum wants us to meet him and I’m not about to suffer through his bitching if we don’t get over there in time, so get up and put some clothes on.”
“Fine, whatever.” Minho snorted before getting up and walking over to his dresser, which Taemin took as his cue to leave. He couldn’t believe Minho, this guy had so many problems it wasn’t even funny. No wonder all he did was sit in his room all day and read books, nobody wanted to deal with him. He must have been a good writer too, considering how nice he seemed in his letters. Taemin sneered, what a load of crap.
Taemin walked back down to his room and stepping inside, shutting the door behind him. He walked over to his bedside table and reached underneath, pulling something from beneath it. His journal. Stuck to the back of it was a strip of Velcro, identical to the one stuck under the table.
He hadn’t written in it for a while, he had mostly used it when he was younger. When he didn’t have anyone to talk to (which, let’s face it, was often considering the only person he ever really talked to was Kibum. Talking to Kibum about your problems wasn’t the smartest thing to do; his usual answer was a careless ‘get over it’) he would write it down in his journal. Although it didn’t answer, it made him feel a little better about what ever was going on.
He didn’t want to discuss Minho with Kibum, so he flipped open his journal to the first clean page and quickly started to write, aiming to finish before Minho finished changing. After five minutes or so, he lifted his pen from the page and let out a short, content, sigh.
At the sound of Minho’s door opening he quickly stuck the journal back to the bottom of his dresser, walking out of his room after hearing Minho pass by and into the kitchen. He walked in after Minho and pulled a glass of half-finished cranberry juice from the fridge, taking a small sip from the frosty glass. Minho, ignoring him, walked over to the breadbox and grabbed a leftover muffin. The room was quiet for a moment before Minho spoke,
“What does Kibum want?” Taemin shrugged and took another sip of juice before responding.
“He said something about bringing my bike, other than that I don’t really know what’s going on.” Minho nodded before wiping his mouth and walking over to the trashcan, throwing away the baking cup the muffin had been in.
“You want to go now? The sooner we get it over with it the better.” Taemin gave him a sarcastic smile before walking over to the door to the garage, where his bike was stored. He walked out, shivering at the cold, and over to where his bike was stored before lightly dusting off the seat and bending down to check the tires. He gently squeezed the first one, throwing his head back in frustration when it practically collapsed in his hand. He turned to Minho, who had walked in behind him,
“This might take a second. I’m going to have to fill the tires a little.” He walked over to the corner of the garage, where a dusty air compressor sat that obviously hadn’t been used in several years. Taemin wrapped his skinny arms around it and pulled, moving the machine about an inch across the concrete floor.
It wasn’t that he was weak; he just hadn’t been doing anything recently. He stood up and bent back, cracking his back before bending down and grabbing it again. He gave it another big pull, moving it only a little farther than it had moved before.
“Need help?” Taemin turned, Minho was smirking in his direction. As tempted as he was to say no, he knew it wouldn’t get him over to Kibum’s any faster, so he nodded before stepping backward and crossing his arms angrily. Minho did just as Taemin had moments before, wrapping his arms around the machine and pulling, only this time it glided across the floor with ease. Taemin rolled his eyes, so what if Minho was in better shape than him? He walked over to the bike, gesturing for Minho to step away, and reached back to turn the machine on. His hands immediately flew to his ears when the roaring sound it emitted filled the garage. Minho flinched before cursing under his breath and plugging his ears, glaring at Taemin who hadn’t warned him about the deafening sound the damn thing made.
Taemin smirked before unwinding the hose-like cord attached to the machine, attaching the metal tip that would inflate the tires. He unscrewed the opening inside of the tires and quickly inflating them, gently squeezing them between each shot of air to check them.
He gave it a quick test ride before rolling it across the grass between his and Kibum’s house, Minho trailing behind him. Kibum and Jinki stood together in the driveway, waiting with their own bikes beside them, Jinki trying his best to lift Kibum’s in the car for him. Taemin just shook his head when he went toppling over onto the ground, bike falling down on top of him from the edge of the trunk.
When Taemin pulled up beside them, Kibum immediately turned to them, eyes narrowing.
“You’re late.” Taemin scoffed,
“I’m sure, by how much? Six seconds?”
“No. A minute and twenty-two seconds.”
“Oh god. Can you please just tell us why the hell we’re here and not at home sleeping?”
“You’re here because I want you to be and because we’re going to all go out together. Got it?” He snapped, hands on his hips. Taemin nodded despite how unhappy he was about this whole situation, he would much rather be at home in bed not having to worry about Minho or anything else.
Minho stood silently off to the side watching Jinki struggle to load the bicycles into the car, occasionally smirking slightly at one of his many failed attempts. After several minutes of trial and error, all bikes were finally loaded into the car and all four of them were squeezed in as well.
The drive was silent except for the occasional directions from Kibum to Jinki and after an hour of driving, they finally arrived at their destination. A bike trail.
Taemin groaned, he really wasn’t in the mood for any kind of outdoor activities. Especially not with Minho watching them, considering just how athletic Minho looked and just how scrawny he looked in comparison.
This wasn’t going to be any fun at all.
A/N: Sorry about how long this took, school picked up unexpectedly. I hope you liked it anyway though. The next chapter will have their bike-ride-thing ☺ And um… I didn’t really check over this, so if you find any mistakes I apologize.