365 Days of Love Rants
day 35 : baby it's fact
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baby,it's fact || 1185wc
“Minho,Choi Minho” The baritone voice Mr.Jung called out.
“Yes,sir.” A teenage boy with a pair of thick glasses, tweed vest and a pair of leather shoes called out, his fingers replacing his glasses back on its place.
“Nerd.”The group of jocks hooted and they hi-5 each other proudly with chest puffed out in antagonist pride.
“Shaddup! ”A boy with a mop of chestnut hair shouted back in annoyance, staring daggers at the group of jocks whom had decided to reside next to him.
“Pretty boy, don’t be like that. Do you wanna hang out sometime?”The ringleader of the group or Minho personally likes to call “The head of Jerk,” asked the boy with a predatory smirk with his muscled arm touching the boy’s shoulder. And, Minho was in fury plotting to crush those jerks with his fist for touching Taemin.
The boy removed the intruding hand from his shoulder and huffed.
“Oh, we have a feisty one in the house!”The head jerk said with his arms in surrender and his friends whistled.
The boy ignored those whistles, averted his gaze to Minho’s direction offering a smile with red cheeks and his eyes wandered back to the blackboard as the lesson commence.
~
The bell had rung and the member of the classes had rushed outside. The immature name calling and street banter of the jocks took place outside, and the corridor was akin to a fresh market. Slowly,the sound dissolved and was nowhere to be heard. Taemin was inserting his books in his school bag and Minho watches from his seat once in awhile adjusting his thick glasses or dusting off imaginary microorganism from his tweed vest.
“Min, let’s go.”Taemin called out softly, a stark contrast to the way he had addressed those jerks whilst he was wearing his bag pack.
Minho paced forward with his heavy resting on his back, awkwardly tangling his fingers with Taemin’s. He was inexperienced, and Taemin is his first love. Taemin giggled with his freshly blossomed red cheeks, squeezing Minho’s hand.
“Thank you for sticking up for me.”Minho said as they started walking on the way to the classroom door with his braced teeth revealed when he smile widely and Taemin used his free hand to cover his giggles. Minho looked down in question, but Taemin was nowhere near to give out an answer. The latter was just insanely cute with his smile and his smart talk. But, somehow Taemin wanted everyone to know that they’re dating.
They walk down the now silent corridor, with Taemin gently resting his head on Minho’s shoulder and the latter was squirmy with this sudden touch, but in the same time he fancied this intimate gesture.
“Minho, why can’t we just openly date in school?”Taemin muttered softly, Minho was cute at times but also do have a menace temperament that even the smallest danger could kindle it.
“Well, you know that we’re an incompatible pair. You’re an angel and I’m, well, me.”Taemin was infuriated with Minho’s insecurity. In his eyes, Minho is an angel as well, being his guardian angel, peppering him with love and care and intelligent.
“But, you’re an angel as well.”Taemin insisted to shatter those insecurities; Minho should be more proud and confident about himself.
“Taemin, stop being difficult!”Minho raised the tone of his voice, his face was starting to redden in anger, and Taemin flinches, no longer resting his head on Minho’s shoulder.
“I hate you!”Taemin shouted and scurried away from Minho’s sight.
And somehow, those 3 words resonated and amplified by the brick walls.
~
Minho was restless at the moment while clutching cell phone, Taemin hadn’t answered his text or his call. It was the first fight since they had started dating few months back, and Minho didn’t know how to react with this situation at hand. Somehow, it was a spur of the moment when he dialled his beloved cousin’s number.
“Hello Key.”He started, anxious.
“Hey there, cousin. How are you?”Key’s cheery voice greeted him and somehow he was a lot calmer.
“Not that great.”It was no use for concealing anything behind his cousin, Key had his own ways of finding out and he had learnt from experience.
“Why is that?”The gush of motherly affection had narcotised him, and he was somewhat free to express everything without shame or censors.
“It’s about Taemin.”It was a short answer but Key on the other side seemed to comprehend his situation. So he started off with the saddening event that had made him a mess at the moment, and Key listened to him obediently with responding overdramatically when he finished his story.
“Well, I have just the solution.”Key said, even they are not in the same room, he know Key was smirking with his feline eyes squinting with plots running wildly in his mind.
~
One week later, Taemin was still giving him the cold shoulders and it was completely understandable, for he had realised from Key’s long lecture that he should be wronged for yelling at Taemin.
Key and he were all set out at the school field with a set of drums and electric guitars. The field light was alighted brightly and was blinding his poor eyes. Tonight, for the occasion he had replaced his thick glasses with clear contact lenses, his tweed vest with a sleek V-neck and his leather shoes had been traded with a pair of sneakers.
He figured perhaps if he wanted to do this, he should do it right.
“Key, I don’t think he’s going to come.”Minho said passively and Key smacked him with his back hand.
“For once, think positively. God, I don’t know how Taemin can deal with you.”Key huffed, crossed his arms on his chest.
And the figure Minho had been waiting for arrived, oblivious to the occasion. Looking to the left and to the right, searching for an answer and when his eyes set on the band in the middle of the field,he took his seat on the bleacher. Minho took his time admiring the figure which he had much missed, and he promised to never let his temper burst out in the future.
“Yah, sing!”Key smacked him again and he woke up from his trance of bright Taemin’s smile.
“Yes,yes.”He moved away, headed to the microphone and crooned the song he had rehearsed a week long and once in awhile glancing for Taemin’s sign of approval. The latter was brightly smiling when they had finished performing.
~
Minho thanked the others, he hadn’t realised Taemin was away from his seat. Until his pair of eyes was covered with frail palms that he missed holding.
“Taeminnie.”He called out, resting his palm on Taemin’s.
He was once again exposed to the world when the palms were removed.
“Am I forgiven?”Minho enquired.
The latter had cupped his cheeks and their foreheads met. He was slowly drowning in Taemin’s brown eyes. And, when their lips met next, he had known that he was indeed forgiven.
Baby, its fact
That our love is true
The way black is black
And blue is just blue
- Hellogoodbye - Baby Its Fact
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baby,it's fact || 1185wc
“Minho,Choi Minho” The baritone voice Mr.Jung called out.
“Yes,sir.” A teenage boy with a pair of thick glasses, tweed vest and a pair of leather shoes called out, his fingers replacing his glasses back on its place.
“Nerd.”The group of jocks hooted and they hi-5 each other proudly with chest puffed out in antagonist pride.
“Shaddup! ”A boy with a mop of chestnut hair shouted back in annoyance, staring daggers at the group of jocks whom had decided to reside next to him.
“Pretty boy, don’t be like that. Do you wanna hang out sometime?”The ringleader of the group or Minho personally likes to call “The head of Jerk,” asked the boy with a predatory smirk with his muscled arm touching the boy’s shoulder. And, Minho was in fury plotting to crush those jerks with his fist for touching Taemin.
The boy removed the intruding hand from his shoulder and huffed.
“Oh, we have a feisty one in the house!”The head jerk said with his arms in surrender and his friends whistled.
The boy ignored those whistles, averted his gaze to Minho’s direction offering a smile with red cheeks and his eyes wandered back to the blackboard as the lesson commence.
~
The bell had rung and the member of the classes had rushed outside. The immature name calling and street banter of the jocks took place outside, and the corridor was akin to a fresh market. Slowly,the sound dissolved and was nowhere to be heard. Taemin was inserting his books in his school bag and Minho watches from his seat once in awhile adjusting his thick glasses or dusting off imaginary microorganism from his tweed vest.
“Min, let’s go.”Taemin called out softly, a stark contrast to the way he had addressed those jerks whilst he was wearing his bag pack.
Minho paced forward with his heavy resting on his back, awkwardly tangling his fingers with Taemin’s. He was inexperienced, and Taemin is his first love. Taemin giggled with his freshly blossomed red cheeks, squeezing Minho’s hand.
“Thank you for sticking up for me.”Minho said as they started walking on the way to the classroom door with his braced teeth revealed when he smile widely and Taemin used his free hand to cover his giggles. Minho looked down in question, but Taemin was nowhere near to give out an answer. The latter was just insanely cute with his smile and his smart talk. But, somehow Taemin wanted everyone to know that they’re dating.
They walk down the now silent corridor, with Taemin gently resting his head on Minho’s shoulder and the latter was squirmy with this sudden touch, but in the same time he fancied this intimate gesture.
“Minho, why can’t we just openly date in school?”Taemin muttered softly, Minho was cute at times but also do have a menace temperament that even the smallest danger could kindle it.
“Well, you know that we’re an incompatible pair. You’re an angel and I’m, well, me.”Taemin was infuriated with Minho’s insecurity. In his eyes, Minho is an angel as well, being his guardian angel, peppering him with love and care and intelligent.
“But, you’re an angel as well.”Taemin insisted to shatter those insecurities; Minho should be more proud and confident about himself.
“Taemin, stop being difficult!”Minho raised the tone of his voice, his face was starting to redden in anger, and Taemin flinches, no longer resting his head on Minho’s shoulder.
“I hate you!”Taemin shouted and scurried away from Minho’s sight.
And somehow, those 3 words resonated and amplified by the brick walls.
~
Minho was restless at the moment while clutching cell phone, Taemin hadn’t answered his text or his call. It was the first fight since they had started dating few months back, and Minho didn’t know how to react with this situation at hand. Somehow, it was a spur of the moment when he dialled his beloved cousin’s number.
“Hello Key.”He started, anxious.
“Hey there, cousin. How are you?”Key’s cheery voice greeted him and somehow he was a lot calmer.
“Not that great.”It was no use for concealing anything behind his cousin, Key had his own ways of finding out and he had learnt from experience.
“Why is that?”The gush of motherly affection had narcotised him, and he was somewhat free to express everything without shame or censors.
“It’s about Taemin.”It was a short answer but Key on the other side seemed to comprehend his situation. So he started off with the saddening event that had made him a mess at the moment, and Key listened to him obediently with responding overdramatically when he finished his story.
“Well, I have just the solution.”Key said, even they are not in the same room, he know Key was smirking with his feline eyes squinting with plots running wildly in his mind.
~
One week later, Taemin was still giving him the cold shoulders and it was completely understandable, for he had realised from Key’s long lecture that he should be wronged for yelling at Taemin.
Key and he were all set out at the school field with a set of drums and electric guitars. The field light was alighted brightly and was blinding his poor eyes. Tonight, for the occasion he had replaced his thick glasses with clear contact lenses, his tweed vest with a sleek V-neck and his leather shoes had been traded with a pair of sneakers.
He figured perhaps if he wanted to do this, he should do it right.
“Key, I don’t think he’s going to come.”Minho said passively and Key smacked him with his back hand.
“For once, think positively. God, I don’t know how Taemin can deal with you.”Key huffed, crossed his arms on his chest.
And the figure Minho had been waiting for arrived, oblivious to the occasion. Looking to the left and to the right, searching for an answer and when his eyes set on the band in the middle of the field,he took his seat on the bleacher. Minho took his time admiring the figure which he had much missed, and he promised to never let his temper burst out in the future.
“Yah, sing!”Key smacked him again and he woke up from his trance of bright Taemin’s smile.
“Yes,yes.”He moved away, headed to the microphone and crooned the song he had rehearsed a week long and once in awhile glancing for Taemin’s sign of approval. The latter was brightly smiling when they had finished performing.
~
Minho thanked the others, he hadn’t realised Taemin was away from his seat. Until his pair of eyes was covered with frail palms that he missed holding.
“Taeminnie.”He called out, resting his palm on Taemin’s.
He was once again exposed to the world when the palms were removed.
“Am I forgiven?”Minho enquired.
The latter had cupped his cheeks and their foreheads met. He was slowly drowning in Taemin’s brown eyes. And, when their lips met next, he had known that he was indeed forgiven.
Baby, its fact
That our love is true
The way black is black
And blue is just blue
- Hellogoodbye - Baby Its Fact