FANFIC: "The New: Look (Part2)" (Mini-Series) (SHINee, JongKey & 2Min)
Title: "The New: Look (Part 2)" Mini-Series.
Pairings: JongKey (Jonghyun x Key), 2Min (Minho x Taemin, beginning)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: A bit of Drama, mostly Fluff
Type: FlashFic Mini-Series.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Badass Boys, Divas, Cursing, Stereotypical school scenarios.
A/N: FierceDivaBitch/FairyGodmother Key= Lala's Personal Bias. Please Comment if Reading!
Dedication: This is really just a little something that is evolving into more than a "little" something, for my blondAmericana thesilveramazon. As you can see this fic has yet again "evolved", or perhaps mutated is the word? IDK.
Summary: The day looks like it is going to suck, his best friends are dating, he always says the wrong thing, and the new kid needs a friend. Minho isn't it, but his friends are. Which means he's stuck with the kid anyway.
Well. The kid is kinda cute...
Previous Chapters: "The New: Kid (Part 1)"
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By the end of the first week, Minho figured Taemin was part of their group and there to stay. Afterall, Key had taken a shine to the younger boy immediately, which was a rare thing in and of itself. And after proclaiming to half the school that Taemin was his ‘cousin’, Key certainly wasn’t going to leave Taemin to his own devices. Not when he could govern and watch over the intriguing new student. And it was high school, they had their share of jerks.
With Key playing “Fairy Godmother” to the somewhat-lost new student, the asshole population kept their distance. Some would have considered that surprising, but Minho couldn’t really blame them. Key was scary when he got mad, which was why Minho tried not to upset the delicate looking male too much. An angry Key was both explosive and sly. Yeah, he’d lose his temper and chew up one side and down the other… But he’d also destroy your homework, half your wardrobe, convince your mother to put you on a diet, dye the remaining half of your wardrobe pink, and shave your dog.
If you had a dog, of course. And Minho didn’t, but the fact remained. There was one (fairly simple) rule: Don’t Piss Off Key.
By the end of week three, Minho was down to averaging about a 65% in successfully following said “simple” rule. The first two and a half weeks had gone rather quietly, probably because Key was getting to know Taemin and deciding what he could and couldn’t get away with. By the middle of week three, he had begun his subtle grooming of the younger boy. The style-shark had smelled fresh blood.
Taemin, Minho had decided, was doomed. There was no getting around it, no avoiding it, and very little one could do to even momentarily prevent it. Key was like a force of nature. A tidal wave of style and sophistication, makeup and clothing and flair. Minho was quite thankful Key had never felt the need to overhaul him personally, deciding the bad-boy image worked well enough. He did notice the occasional contribution to his wardrobe, but he just accepted the gifts for what they were and said nothing about it.
But Taemin was doomed. Sooner or later, Key would have his way. Until then, anytime Key tried to rope Minho into anything involving Taemin, the black-haired male dug in his heels. Though he was never one to go along with Key’s plans unless he had no other choice, he was particularly reluctant to help Key torture the adorable boy.
Not that there was a reason for him to be… But, he was. And no, he was not going to analyze that any more than he had to.
Every single day it was something new: No, he would not help Key drag a reluctant Taemin to a very good friend’s house for a hairstyle consultation. No, he would not be the necessary muscle and help Key drag Taemin into a boutique (or eighteen) and help redo the boy’s wardrobe. He would not hold Taemin down while Key took scissors and a needle to half of his wardrobe. He most certainly would not hold Taemin down while Key took scissors to him rather than his clothing. No, no, no.
“Isn’t this what you have girlfriends for?” Minho snapped as he swatted Key with the magazine he was trying to read, and then firmly opened right in front of his face as a barrier between himself and the rest of the room. “Fashion-maniac. Go call one of them!”
“They are busy, Min Darling.” Key crooned as he nudged the magazine down. “And I wouldn’t want to get my girls together to wrestle this boy. Come on, I know you have muscles under all that black leather and fire-starting glaring. You probably could just growl at him and make him sit still for me. Pleaaaaaaaase.”
“The word is no.” Minho grunted. “No. No, no, no. Ok?”
Key made a whining noise as the magazine was snapped between them again. “Minhooooo.”
“No Key. Damn it, go bother your boyfriend! That’s why you have him! That’s why I don’t mind that you’re dating my best friend, because it means that he gets roped into your crazy schemes and not me!”
“Jjongie is busy doing other things for me today.” Key pouted, and then his eyes narrowed in a glare. “And I will remember that in the future.”
“Oh god you didn’t send him to pick up Taemin and carry him here, did you?” Minho shot the older male a panicked look over his magazine. “Please tell me you’re not that sadistic, Key.”
“No, of course not.” Key frowned. “Though, it could work one day. No, Tae probably just got lost on his way here.”
“HERE!?” The magazine went flying when Minho screeched in protest. “You’re making him come here? THIS IS MY HOUSE, KEY!”
Key blinked as he sat back into his corner of the couch, considering his nails before arching a brow at Minho. “Are you quite through with your outburst? I’m sitting right here, Min. And I know this is your house. It certainly isn’t mine.”
Minho did not miss the pitying look Key sent at his single closet. “Oh fuck you and your three walk-in closets. No one human being needs that many clothes.”
Key shrugged. “Thus proving my divine heritage. No need to worship me, just help me out.”
“YOU WANT TO GIVE AN ALMOST-STRANGER A COMPLETE MAKEOVER.” Minho shouted, slapping one of the pillows he reclined amongst and then bolting upright. “You want me to help you torture a kid none of us really know. Just leave him alone Key! He doesn’t want the new hair, he doesn’t want the new clothes, he just wants some friends and to get through school.”
“He wants to impress someone.” Key argued.
Minho nearly choked on his own tongue. “What?”
Key rolled his eyes, turning to face the now-gaping male. “He likes someone, Minho. He wants to impress them.”
“He’s only been here three weeks!”
“So he can’t think someone is attractive?” Key gave him a speaking look, the one that clearly said ‘You’re Stupid’
Minho hated that look. “Well, of course he can… But…”
“While he is a little reluctant for the haircut, it’s mostly just because he’s shy.” Key sighed, a crooning sound. “Which is quite adorable. I don’t have him convinced that eyeliner is his salvation, but the hair first.”
“Hair? Eyeliner?” Minho made a pained noise and flopped back onto the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes. “God Key, can’t you just tell the kid to go up to the girl and introduce himself?”
He did not what to think what Key’s work with scissors and a flatiron and color could do to Taemin’s hair… And he certainly didn’t want to imagine how gorgeous those expressive eyes would be with the help of eyeliner. Thinking about it anyway. Oh god, this is you not thinking about it? Keep it together Min, get it together. Seriously. Knock it off.
“Though between contacts and lip-gloss, I don’t think I have far to go with the eyeliner.” Key mused as he considered the ceiling. “But really, one day at a time. And I never said anything about a girl.”
Minho pressed his arm more firmly over his eyes, biting his tongue on the pained noise that wanted to escape as his mind immediately conjured an image of strange gray or pale blue eyes looking at him from Taemin’s shy face… Surrounded by eyeliner and with a lip-gloss-shined smirk.
And I never said anything about a girl.
“What?” Minho yelped, shooting upright again and catching Key’s arm. “What did you just say?”
“Which part?” The diva gave him a knowing look, eyes gleaming and lips twisting into a smirk. “Eyeliner, lip-gloss, contacts… Where did I lose you?”
“What do you mean you never said anything about a girl?”
“I said Taemin has someone he wants to impress. You brought up the girl.” Key’s smirk widened as the doorbell rang. “Ah, that will be Minnie! I’ll go let him in.”
Minho stared as the graceful male shook off his hand and bounced off the couch, jogging through the house and toward the front door with a cheerful call. Why was Key doing this? Why did Taemin already have someone he liked at their school. Someone male? Key wouldn’t have said it like that without a reason, right?
Hell… Why am I getting so wrapped up in this?
Because you think he’s cute, obviously. An annoying little voice pointed out. Accept it, and decide what the hell you’re doing next.
What the hell do I mean, “what I’m doing next”? Minho thought grumpily as he ran a hand through his hair. And why the hell does the annoying voice in my head sound like Key?
“OH MY GOD!” Key squealed from somewhere in the house. “TAEMINNIE YOU LOOK AMAZING.”
Don’t do it, Min. Just don’t do it. Don’t go out there.
What the hell are you doing?! Get your ass out there idiot!
With a pained noise Minho threw himself from the couch and tore through the house, unable to wait and see what had the diva crowing so joyously. When he reached the doorway to the living room he stopped, catching onto the wooden frame as he suddenly swayed. Key was cuddled against Jonghyun, clapping his hands and beaming widely at the third person in the room.
Taemin.
There was a graceful boy with auburn hair leaning against the corner of the hallway that lead back to the front door. He was smiling shyly at Key’s praise, pink in his cheeks. Black denim encased his legs, dark and new. His shirt was long-sleeved, a blend of black and gray in an almost marbled pattern. His hair was a dark red, styled into twists along his skull on the sides and fell loose in the back.
With his hair pulled back, you could see the sharp line of his jaw, the bright cinnamon of his eyes, his still slightly baby-soft features. His lips were bright pink and a little glossy, the lower disappearing under white teeth as he gnawed it nervously.
“You, approve, hyung?”
“Darling you look fantastic.” Key laced his fingers together and crooned. “Your hair! I almost don’t even believe it! I didn’t know you were going to go see Mari, I mean, how did you even find her?”
“Silver-noona set an appointment up for me.” Taemin smiled. “She was happy to help, when I called her. And she even called a friend of hers about clothing when she wasn’t sure. I just wanted an outfit for you to see, I mean… I still need more help…”
The younger boy trailed off softly, ducking his head. He couldn’t quite shake his shyness yet, though Key was helping him out of his shell. Thanks to the commanding diva, he now had three male friends, a few female friends, a new look and a crush. Of course, the crush was one of his friends, but no one other than Key knew that… Not even Jonghyun.
Key crooned again as he watched Taemin nervously pluck at the hem of his shirt. “Of course I’ll help you dongsaeng. But you look wonderful.”
“You think?” Taemin glanced up again, his smile a little stronger. “Enough to maybe impress- Minho!”
Minho jumped when Taemin did, smiling his own nervous greeting. “Hello dongsaeng…”
The younger boy seemed even more nervous as he suddenly realized who was lurking in the doorway of the room. Still staring at the black-haired boy, Taemin’s eyes were wide and his voice approaching a squeak. “Uh, Minho-hyung. I didn’t see you…”
Jonghyun glanced up from where he was nuzzling at Key’s neck, grinning. “Hey hey! There you are!”
“Min, darling.” Key purred, his head snapping around to deliver a vicious little smile. “Since you’ve finally left your room to join us, why don’t you come in here and tell our dongsaeng what you think of his new look?”
Probably not a good idea to let go of the wall. Part of his brain pointed out, though Minho shoved it back with a muted snarl. It was just Taemin, their friend… Just the new kid that Key had taken under his wing a month ago… Just an adorable kid that had gotten a little makeover and now looked…
Hot. Minho was somewhat ashamed that was the only proper adjective his brain could manifest at the moment, but the others were all highly improper so he took what he could get. Releasing his hold on the wall and shoving his hands into his pockets, he slowly meandered across the length of his living room, letting his eyes drink in the new sight.
“What do you think?” Jonghyun prodded, grunting when Key elbowed him. “Babe, that hurt.”
“Shhhh.” Key ordered softly. “He’s considering.”
Minho ignored them for the moment, letting his gaze drift down Taemin’s form and then slowly back up. He stopped suddenly when he reached Tae’s face, his own black gaze caught by Taemin’s wide cinnamon one. There was a nervous innocence in those eyes, a look that he knew all too well on Taemin’s face… But there was also something else, something that was the beginning of brave.
And when a blush flared over Taemin’s cheeks and the younger boy hurriedly glanced away, Minho was willing to bet he knew what else lurked in those bewitching eyes.
“You look great, Tae.” He murmured, his voice low and meant more for the boy in front of him rather than the friend who had asked. “You look, amazing.”
Taemin glanced up slightly, chewing at his lower lip. “T-thank you, Minho…”
Minho nodded, eyes focused on pale pink lips being ravaged by white teeth. Don’t thank me just yet, baby… Not yet.
The little voice in the back of his mind giggled. Gotcha.
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NewLook!Taemin:
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"The New: Problem (Part 3)"
LOOK GUISE LOOK! AN UPDATE! I'M ALIVE!! God damn it this fic has mutated from a oneshot to a trishot, stop growing you bitch. This just proves that I love Silver too much for my own good... Or sleep schedule. If it's not her fault, it's someone else's... So let's just blame her. Ok? Ok. I love you guys and I'm sorry I've been MIA and here's an update and comments are liiiiiiiiiiife!!! SARANGHAE & KAMSAHAMNIDA!!
Pairings: JongKey (Jonghyun x Key), 2Min (Minho x Taemin, beginning)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: A bit of Drama, mostly Fluff
Type: FlashFic Mini-Series.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Badass Boys, Divas, Cursing, Stereotypical school scenarios.
A/N: FierceDivaBitch/FairyGodmother Key= Lala's Personal Bias. Please Comment if Reading!
Dedication: This is really just a little something that is evolving into more than a "little" something, for my blondAmericana thesilveramazon. As you can see this fic has yet again "evolved", or perhaps mutated is the word? IDK.
Summary: The day looks like it is going to suck, his best friends are dating, he always says the wrong thing, and the new kid needs a friend. Minho isn't it, but his friends are. Which means he's stuck with the kid anyway.
Well. The kid is kinda cute...
Previous Chapters: "The New: Kid (Part 1)"
***
By the end of the first week, Minho figured Taemin was part of their group and there to stay. Afterall, Key had taken a shine to the younger boy immediately, which was a rare thing in and of itself. And after proclaiming to half the school that Taemin was his ‘cousin’, Key certainly wasn’t going to leave Taemin to his own devices. Not when he could govern and watch over the intriguing new student. And it was high school, they had their share of jerks.
With Key playing “Fairy Godmother” to the somewhat-lost new student, the asshole population kept their distance. Some would have considered that surprising, but Minho couldn’t really blame them. Key was scary when he got mad, which was why Minho tried not to upset the delicate looking male too much. An angry Key was both explosive and sly. Yeah, he’d lose his temper and chew up one side and down the other… But he’d also destroy your homework, half your wardrobe, convince your mother to put you on a diet, dye the remaining half of your wardrobe pink, and shave your dog.
If you had a dog, of course. And Minho didn’t, but the fact remained. There was one (fairly simple) rule: Don’t Piss Off Key.
By the end of week three, Minho was down to averaging about a 65% in successfully following said “simple” rule. The first two and a half weeks had gone rather quietly, probably because Key was getting to know Taemin and deciding what he could and couldn’t get away with. By the middle of week three, he had begun his subtle grooming of the younger boy. The style-shark had smelled fresh blood.
Taemin, Minho had decided, was doomed. There was no getting around it, no avoiding it, and very little one could do to even momentarily prevent it. Key was like a force of nature. A tidal wave of style and sophistication, makeup and clothing and flair. Minho was quite thankful Key had never felt the need to overhaul him personally, deciding the bad-boy image worked well enough. He did notice the occasional contribution to his wardrobe, but he just accepted the gifts for what they were and said nothing about it.
But Taemin was doomed. Sooner or later, Key would have his way. Until then, anytime Key tried to rope Minho into anything involving Taemin, the black-haired male dug in his heels. Though he was never one to go along with Key’s plans unless he had no other choice, he was particularly reluctant to help Key torture the adorable boy.
Not that there was a reason for him to be… But, he was. And no, he was not going to analyze that any more than he had to.
Every single day it was something new: No, he would not help Key drag a reluctant Taemin to a very good friend’s house for a hairstyle consultation. No, he would not be the necessary muscle and help Key drag Taemin into a boutique (or eighteen) and help redo the boy’s wardrobe. He would not hold Taemin down while Key took scissors and a needle to half of his wardrobe. He most certainly would not hold Taemin down while Key took scissors to him rather than his clothing. No, no, no.
“Isn’t this what you have girlfriends for?” Minho snapped as he swatted Key with the magazine he was trying to read, and then firmly opened right in front of his face as a barrier between himself and the rest of the room. “Fashion-maniac. Go call one of them!”
“They are busy, Min Darling.” Key crooned as he nudged the magazine down. “And I wouldn’t want to get my girls together to wrestle this boy. Come on, I know you have muscles under all that black leather and fire-starting glaring. You probably could just growl at him and make him sit still for me. Pleaaaaaaaase.”
“The word is no.” Minho grunted. “No. No, no, no. Ok?”
Key made a whining noise as the magazine was snapped between them again. “Minhooooo.”
“No Key. Damn it, go bother your boyfriend! That’s why you have him! That’s why I don’t mind that you’re dating my best friend, because it means that he gets roped into your crazy schemes and not me!”
“Jjongie is busy doing other things for me today.” Key pouted, and then his eyes narrowed in a glare. “And I will remember that in the future.”
“Oh god you didn’t send him to pick up Taemin and carry him here, did you?” Minho shot the older male a panicked look over his magazine. “Please tell me you’re not that sadistic, Key.”
“No, of course not.” Key frowned. “Though, it could work one day. No, Tae probably just got lost on his way here.”
“HERE!?” The magazine went flying when Minho screeched in protest. “You’re making him come here? THIS IS MY HOUSE, KEY!”
Key blinked as he sat back into his corner of the couch, considering his nails before arching a brow at Minho. “Are you quite through with your outburst? I’m sitting right here, Min. And I know this is your house. It certainly isn’t mine.”
Minho did not miss the pitying look Key sent at his single closet. “Oh fuck you and your three walk-in closets. No one human being needs that many clothes.”
Key shrugged. “Thus proving my divine heritage. No need to worship me, just help me out.”
“YOU WANT TO GIVE AN ALMOST-STRANGER A COMPLETE MAKEOVER.” Minho shouted, slapping one of the pillows he reclined amongst and then bolting upright. “You want me to help you torture a kid none of us really know. Just leave him alone Key! He doesn’t want the new hair, he doesn’t want the new clothes, he just wants some friends and to get through school.”
“He wants to impress someone.” Key argued.
Minho nearly choked on his own tongue. “What?”
Key rolled his eyes, turning to face the now-gaping male. “He likes someone, Minho. He wants to impress them.”
“He’s only been here three weeks!”
“So he can’t think someone is attractive?” Key gave him a speaking look, the one that clearly said ‘You’re Stupid’
Minho hated that look. “Well, of course he can… But…”
“While he is a little reluctant for the haircut, it’s mostly just because he’s shy.” Key sighed, a crooning sound. “Which is quite adorable. I don’t have him convinced that eyeliner is his salvation, but the hair first.”
“Hair? Eyeliner?” Minho made a pained noise and flopped back onto the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes. “God Key, can’t you just tell the kid to go up to the girl and introduce himself?”
He did not what to think what Key’s work with scissors and a flatiron and color could do to Taemin’s hair… And he certainly didn’t want to imagine how gorgeous those expressive eyes would be with the help of eyeliner. Thinking about it anyway. Oh god, this is you not thinking about it? Keep it together Min, get it together. Seriously. Knock it off.
“Though between contacts and lip-gloss, I don’t think I have far to go with the eyeliner.” Key mused as he considered the ceiling. “But really, one day at a time. And I never said anything about a girl.”
Minho pressed his arm more firmly over his eyes, biting his tongue on the pained noise that wanted to escape as his mind immediately conjured an image of strange gray or pale blue eyes looking at him from Taemin’s shy face… Surrounded by eyeliner and with a lip-gloss-shined smirk.
And I never said anything about a girl.
“What?” Minho yelped, shooting upright again and catching Key’s arm. “What did you just say?”
“Which part?” The diva gave him a knowing look, eyes gleaming and lips twisting into a smirk. “Eyeliner, lip-gloss, contacts… Where did I lose you?”
“What do you mean you never said anything about a girl?”
“I said Taemin has someone he wants to impress. You brought up the girl.” Key’s smirk widened as the doorbell rang. “Ah, that will be Minnie! I’ll go let him in.”
Minho stared as the graceful male shook off his hand and bounced off the couch, jogging through the house and toward the front door with a cheerful call. Why was Key doing this? Why did Taemin already have someone he liked at their school. Someone male? Key wouldn’t have said it like that without a reason, right?
Hell… Why am I getting so wrapped up in this?
Because you think he’s cute, obviously. An annoying little voice pointed out. Accept it, and decide what the hell you’re doing next.
What the hell do I mean, “what I’m doing next”? Minho thought grumpily as he ran a hand through his hair. And why the hell does the annoying voice in my head sound like Key?
“OH MY GOD!” Key squealed from somewhere in the house. “TAEMINNIE YOU LOOK AMAZING.”
Don’t do it, Min. Just don’t do it. Don’t go out there.
What the hell are you doing?! Get your ass out there idiot!
With a pained noise Minho threw himself from the couch and tore through the house, unable to wait and see what had the diva crowing so joyously. When he reached the doorway to the living room he stopped, catching onto the wooden frame as he suddenly swayed. Key was cuddled against Jonghyun, clapping his hands and beaming widely at the third person in the room.
Taemin.
There was a graceful boy with auburn hair leaning against the corner of the hallway that lead back to the front door. He was smiling shyly at Key’s praise, pink in his cheeks. Black denim encased his legs, dark and new. His shirt was long-sleeved, a blend of black and gray in an almost marbled pattern. His hair was a dark red, styled into twists along his skull on the sides and fell loose in the back.
With his hair pulled back, you could see the sharp line of his jaw, the bright cinnamon of his eyes, his still slightly baby-soft features. His lips were bright pink and a little glossy, the lower disappearing under white teeth as he gnawed it nervously.
“You, approve, hyung?”
“Darling you look fantastic.” Key laced his fingers together and crooned. “Your hair! I almost don’t even believe it! I didn’t know you were going to go see Mari, I mean, how did you even find her?”
“Silver-noona set an appointment up for me.” Taemin smiled. “She was happy to help, when I called her. And she even called a friend of hers about clothing when she wasn’t sure. I just wanted an outfit for you to see, I mean… I still need more help…”
The younger boy trailed off softly, ducking his head. He couldn’t quite shake his shyness yet, though Key was helping him out of his shell. Thanks to the commanding diva, he now had three male friends, a few female friends, a new look and a crush. Of course, the crush was one of his friends, but no one other than Key knew that… Not even Jonghyun.
Key crooned again as he watched Taemin nervously pluck at the hem of his shirt. “Of course I’ll help you dongsaeng. But you look wonderful.”
“You think?” Taemin glanced up again, his smile a little stronger. “Enough to maybe impress- Minho!”
Minho jumped when Taemin did, smiling his own nervous greeting. “Hello dongsaeng…”
The younger boy seemed even more nervous as he suddenly realized who was lurking in the doorway of the room. Still staring at the black-haired boy, Taemin’s eyes were wide and his voice approaching a squeak. “Uh, Minho-hyung. I didn’t see you…”
Jonghyun glanced up from where he was nuzzling at Key’s neck, grinning. “Hey hey! There you are!”
“Min, darling.” Key purred, his head snapping around to deliver a vicious little smile. “Since you’ve finally left your room to join us, why don’t you come in here and tell our dongsaeng what you think of his new look?”
Probably not a good idea to let go of the wall. Part of his brain pointed out, though Minho shoved it back with a muted snarl. It was just Taemin, their friend… Just the new kid that Key had taken under his wing a month ago… Just an adorable kid that had gotten a little makeover and now looked…
Hot. Minho was somewhat ashamed that was the only proper adjective his brain could manifest at the moment, but the others were all highly improper so he took what he could get. Releasing his hold on the wall and shoving his hands into his pockets, he slowly meandered across the length of his living room, letting his eyes drink in the new sight.
“What do you think?” Jonghyun prodded, grunting when Key elbowed him. “Babe, that hurt.”
“Shhhh.” Key ordered softly. “He’s considering.”
Minho ignored them for the moment, letting his gaze drift down Taemin’s form and then slowly back up. He stopped suddenly when he reached Tae’s face, his own black gaze caught by Taemin’s wide cinnamon one. There was a nervous innocence in those eyes, a look that he knew all too well on Taemin’s face… But there was also something else, something that was the beginning of brave.
And when a blush flared over Taemin’s cheeks and the younger boy hurriedly glanced away, Minho was willing to bet he knew what else lurked in those bewitching eyes.
“You look great, Tae.” He murmured, his voice low and meant more for the boy in front of him rather than the friend who had asked. “You look, amazing.”
Taemin glanced up slightly, chewing at his lower lip. “T-thank you, Minho…”
Minho nodded, eyes focused on pale pink lips being ravaged by white teeth. Don’t thank me just yet, baby… Not yet.
The little voice in the back of his mind giggled. Gotcha.
***
NewLook!Taemin:
***
"The New: Problem (Part 3)"
LOOK GUISE LOOK! AN UPDATE! I'M ALIVE!! God damn it this fic has mutated from a oneshot to a trishot, stop growing you bitch. This just proves that I love Silver too much for my own good... Or sleep schedule. If it's not her fault, it's someone else's... So let's just blame her. Ok? Ok. I love you guys and I'm sorry I've been MIA and here's an update and comments are liiiiiiiiiiife!!! SARANGHAE & KAMSAHAMNIDA!!