Almost Paradise! (Part 3)
Title: Boys SHINee Over Flowers. [Part Three]
Author: thepapergrill
Rating: PG.
Pairing/Focus: 2MIN, Ontae, Jongtae, Minkey.
Summary: Taemin lets a total stranger named Minho into his home, and also has transferred to a new school. And he's already getting bad vibes of what will happen...
Previous Part(s): Part I, Part II.
Comments: Ideas pitched from Boys Over Flowers, obviously.
* I made it longer this time, since many of you guys said my other chapters were too short. QAQ I also made a banner!
Thank you for sticking to this fanfic until chapter three though, you guys are so awesome and make me so happy. TAT
/bows. I hope you stick to the end! Feel free to always make comments, I always take suggestions and constructive criticism. x)
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[ More than the sun, ]
The way you're eyes look at me -- is almost paradise.
Seeing Minho in front of him, Taemin was totally lost. How had he found out where he was? Had he followed him here? Why was he here? There were so many question to be asked, but he knew none of them would be answered. Minho shook the lunch box in front of Taemin's face, a gesture for him to quickly take it out of his hands. Taemin reached his arms out, grabbing it from his hands. "Tha -- thanks.. How did you.." Before he could finish, Minho started walking the other way towards the entrance, his long legs striding along the school grounds. "He.. hey! Minho!" The footsteps stopped, and Minho turned his back to show his face. His lips formed into a smile; for a moment there, Taemin forgot about everything. It was like the whole world had lit up, nothing bad was existent. He then quickly turned back and started to walk out through the entrance, his figure not being able to be seen in just a few minutes. He wasn't hungry anymore, or rather, he couldn't figure out what it was he was feeling.
The rest of the school day, because of the absence of both Onew and Kibum in the rest of his classes, was similar to the old school days, back in Dongbonggu. Well.. with the exceptions of fancy furnished classrooms, easy teachers, bullies out for him everywhere he went, and the huge dance rooms. He'd already heard from the head master's assistant that their dance classrooms were one of the most advanced and spacious in the northern region of Seoul. It was almost a size of a decent gym, filled with the latest speaker systems, decorated with every inch covered, and just the sense of it being a place for real dancing. His old school had never gotten sufficient funding for anything, which lead to the maintenance checks for the dance room being cut. The moment he'd stepped into this room, he just knew he was talking about real dance room, with real dancers, made for real dancing. His dream ever since his childhood years was to be a professional dancer. Dancing was the only thing he'd worked his heart out for all life long. He felt the happiest when dancing. It was like a burst of vitamin even on the worst of days, no matter what had happened. He slowly took in the air of the dance room, sticking close next to the walls, finding the lights and flicking them on. It revealed a long and wide room, surrounded in by mirrors. Sliding his hands on the bars, he closed his eyes, taking it all in. It felt like he was on stage performing for the best of the best's audience. With music turned on and blasting through the speakers, he glided toward the very center of the room, his body matching every beat, feeling every step and movement he made.
The music ended all too abruptly. With the quick cut of the song, the room fell mute. Coming back into reality, Taemin now saw the person standing next to the speaker system. He had been so immersed in his dancing that he had never noticed Jonghyun there. "Lee Taemin..." Jonghyun made his way towards Taemin, never once straying his eyes away from Taemin's. "Seeing you in the dance room of all places.. my first initial thought was that I'd kill you for what you did this morning. I was made a laughing stock... being stepped on by a new commoner.. but seeing you dance changed my mind. I won't kill you." Taemin rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "That's great, thanks." Johghyun looked offended at the sarcasm in Taemin's voice. But he cleared his throat, confidently proclaiming his next line. "I, Kim Jonghyun, King of SM School, here by claim you mine." His fingers were pointed towards himself, smiling like an idiot. Waiting for Taemin's response of acceptance, Jonghyun stood there, smiling. But Taemin had given him a glare, and he was confused. "What? Did you not understand? I'm saying, no -- I'm commanding you to go out with me. You should be honored at this request, I never have asked out anyone." Giving him another look, Taemin scoffed grabbing his backpack and gathering his stuff. "Hey! I'm not joking around Lee Taemin! You're mine from this moment! No one elses!" Taemin had already left the room with the door slammed close behind him. "He can't claim me, I'm not an object."
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"What a day. I don't ever want to go back there." Stepping inside the apartment, he locked the door behind him, and placed his shoes in an organized pattern. Inside the apartment, everything was the way it had been left this morning. On some note, it looked even cleaner than he'd left it. Carefully entering, Taemin checked the room and bathroom, seeing no one was there. He wasn't out in the kitchen or living room either. Had he gone home? He sighed of relief, thankful he wouldn't have to be so awkward in his own home anymore. It being a habit, he turned the radio on and immediately started dancing around the living room. Jumping around here and there, he'd already fully recharged and recovered from the terrible day at school. After his little break for a boost of energy, he spent a few hours finishing to fill up some forms for the school, and also homework and classwork he'd missed. It was a lot, but Taemin wasn't the type to let anything hold him down. Especially a bunch of papers that only needed filling out. Homework had been a piece of cake, and once he'd looked at the clock, it was already 9 PM. He spent a bit of time wondering just what to do for another hour, and finally decided on doing stuff on the internet. He grabbed a snack from the refrigerator and then sat down onto his computer. His fingers were laid in the home spot, and swiftly typed in the keys spelling out g-o-o-g-l-e. The familiar logo and search engine popped right up. With a slice of apple in his mouth, he typed in "Kim Jonghyun". A whole bunch of websites appeared on the search engine, although Taemin just clicked on the first one.
Kim Jonghyun, (born April 8th, 1993) is the only son of Kim Kyungwon, the CEO of the well established SHINee & Co and also the SM Private Institute. He is next in line for inheriting his father's business which has a net worth of 11 billion, and is currently attends the private SM School, for which his father is the principal of. He is well known for being the next Bill Gates of South Korea.
"Pft! His father's Kim Kyungwon? Who would have known?! I feel bad for him having a son like that.. tch. Next is.. Lee .. Jin.. ki." Once again, Taemin clicked on the first website that appeared, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Lee Jinki, more better known as his nickname, Onew, (born December 14th, 1993) is the third son of Lee Junja. His parents run the family business of the Korean line of KFC. His oldest and older sisters also are in the family business, and it is assumed he will also take part in it once it is time. He attends the SM Highschool in Seoul.
"... Not surprising.. hm." He read on, scrolling the page down a bit. "Hobbies include eating chicken and looking at chicken. ... Moving on..." He quickly clicked on the back page button, and this time googled "Kim Kibum".
Kim Ki Bum, or known as Almighty Key by his fans, (born in September 23, 1993) is a solo artist. His rise of fame started with his birth, being the son of world-famous actress Kayley Songhee Kim. He's recently had some troubles in his private life, with a boyfriend named Mi...
Ding dong. Ding ding dong. Ring Ding Dong. "Coming!" Having learned from his mother that not all strangers were nice people, he peered through the door hole, not seeing anyone through it. He then unlocked the chains of locks, and opened the door just a crack. A body then pushed onto the door, and was on the floor. Taemin sensed a jolt of shock, but he recovered seeing it was just only Minho. A scent of alcohol was around him, and he hastily pinched his nose to block the smell. Crouching onto his knees, Taemin shook his hand back and forth the man's face, checking if he'd respond. His eyes were closed, but he was breathing, nevertheless. Taemin cleared the floor to make a way, and took a deep breathe, starting to pull Minho's arms. He was heavier than he looked, causing Taemin to have to take a few breaks. "Come.. on..! Breathe in.. breathe out.. you can do this Lee Taemin!" Pulling Minho's body across the apartment floor, he kicked his room's door open, pulling him up to his bed just barely, with luck. "Get on Minho! You drunk.. and being so heavy.. agh.." Finally placing Minho in a comfortable position, he was about to pull his arm from Minho's arm, when he was clutched and seized back into Minho's arm. Taemin's body was thrown down, with Minho's arms surrounding him, and also a leg on top of his. Taemin's eyes grew wide, his breath's pace getting faster. "Everything's alright, I can get out of this.. just.. take one arm off... and then the other.. and then the leg.." He was carefully picking up Minho's arm from his and placing them by Minho's sides, but all it was no use at all, since the arms would make their way right back. "Key.. Kim Key.." Minho muttered, his face scorn in agony and pain. "I'm not Key, let me go, I'm Taemin, not Key! Agh!" Taemin observed the drunk, not knowing what to do. Then he remembered out of nowhere that Kibum's nickname from his fans was Key. Was it the same Key Minho was talking about? "Whi -- which Key are you talking.. about?" Little Taemin couldn't help in asking out of curiosity. "Kim Key.. Kibum..."