[Ficlet] #2
Title: (Non-existent) Destiny's thread
Author: debsk
Claim: Minho/Taemin
Prompt: #2- Me & You
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: PG
Word Count: 710
Summary: Soldiers life starts when they are selected into a team. For Minho, the previous wait ends being something much more important that time to evaluate potential rivals and teammates.
Notes/Warnings: This is an Alternative Universe with superpowers and mentions of much more people than the SHINee members. SM Town family is too interesting not to have them in the same AU. English is not my first language and if you see something that does not make sense, I would be thankful if you point it out ^_^
Written as the first part of the Table Set 5 from 50ficlets. There are another 49 in the making.
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#02 - Me & You
Minho first sees Him when the staff throws them in a big room, all the new soldiers together.
His attention doesn’t go directly to Him, not at all. There is no mystical red thread that connects them. Nobody says that a change in their existence lies in that connection. It’s only a room full of teenagers going into adulthood, nervous and waiting what is really going to affect their life. Most of them had been training during years just to come in front of the tribunal and get assigned to a wing of the army and put into a team.
There is no romance in Minho’s mind while he waits to discover if his efforts are going to be worth something or not. There is no time to look for potential lovers when he has to evaluate potential rivals.
The first person that strikes his fancy, the first person that strikes everybody’s attention is taller than a good number of them (albeit not as tall as Minho) and has half his hair shaved. He uses some kind of colourful make-up that covers one of his eyes and that alone is enough to tell that he doesn’t come from an Academy like himself but from one of the free tribes. He looks arrogant and mighty and he probably is good at whatever it is that he is able to do.
Something hits his back and Minho turns, glare ready and powers half a step closer to the edge of his control. The guy that accidentally hits him is trying to steady himself. Apparently, he tripped over some imaginary obstacle. Minho, on an impulse, gives him a hand and helps him.
“Thank you!” he says with a soft redness of shame shinning in his cheeks.
“It was nothing” says Minho, surprised with his own reaction. Usually, he doesn’t bother talking unless the other person is a friend or a friend of a friend.
Upon closer inspection, the guy has soft features, a blinding smile and pretty longish, brownish hair. He is, like almost everyone, shorter than Minho, but his body looks strong. He guesses that he probably is a fighter. But not really because Minho is used to other fighters and he knows how their aura feels. This guy does not make him feel in danger at all. That could be dangerous if Minho weren’t pretty sure his instinct is never wrong.
They stay shoulder against shoulder, not talking, and Minho gets back to checking out his potential rivals and potential teammates. Is what most of them are doing, anyways.
His eyes linger a bit more with one of the loudest people in the room, who has three toned blond hair, strong features and is quite short. He is not worried about him. When Minho enters, he hears the guy saying that he is a traveller. If he doesn’t catch him, Minho is completely safe. It’s important to know what he is going to be up to (travellers can leave pretty powerless their opponents, more so if they decide to leave them hanging between two places).
A few minutes later he stops. Everything stops.
What makes him stop has blonde hair and Minho need two minutes to get over his own amazement and decide if such a creature is a he or a she. He reasons that the trousers are more typical from a He than a She and his election is made.
The face is pure. He is alone and doesn’t talk with anybody. A tall girl bumps into Him and when she apologizes the shy smile turns off the rest of the light in the room. Minho feels his heart beat loudly in his ears and his palms become sweaty for the few seconds he loses control. He can’t allow himself that, is not the place or time, and he tries to look away from Him.
But.
The room feels empty the moment His eyes look up to Minho’s face and from that second on, Minho knows he is going to let himself go with that stranger. For how down to earth he is, he doesn’t care at all about not knowing anything about Him.
Yet. Not knowing anything yet.
He swears he is going to discover who He is.
Author: debsk
Claim: Minho/Taemin
Prompt: #2- Me & You
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: PG
Word Count: 710
Summary: Soldiers life starts when they are selected into a team. For Minho, the previous wait ends being something much more important that time to evaluate potential rivals and teammates.
Notes/Warnings: This is an Alternative Universe with superpowers and mentions of much more people than the SHINee members. SM Town family is too interesting not to have them in the same AU. English is not my first language and if you see something that does not make sense, I would be thankful if you point it out ^_^
Written as the first part of the Table Set 5 from 50ficlets. There are another 49 in the making.
1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15| 16| 17| 18| 19| 20| 21| 22| 23| 24| 25| 26| 27| 28| 29| 30| 31| 32| 33| 34| 35| 36| 37| 38| 39| 40| 41| 42| 43| 44| 45| 46| 47| 48| 49| 50
#02 - Me & You
Minho first sees Him when the staff throws them in a big room, all the new soldiers together.
His attention doesn’t go directly to Him, not at all. There is no mystical red thread that connects them. Nobody says that a change in their existence lies in that connection. It’s only a room full of teenagers going into adulthood, nervous and waiting what is really going to affect their life. Most of them had been training during years just to come in front of the tribunal and get assigned to a wing of the army and put into a team.
There is no romance in Minho’s mind while he waits to discover if his efforts are going to be worth something or not. There is no time to look for potential lovers when he has to evaluate potential rivals.
The first person that strikes his fancy, the first person that strikes everybody’s attention is taller than a good number of them (albeit not as tall as Minho) and has half his hair shaved. He uses some kind of colourful make-up that covers one of his eyes and that alone is enough to tell that he doesn’t come from an Academy like himself but from one of the free tribes. He looks arrogant and mighty and he probably is good at whatever it is that he is able to do.
Something hits his back and Minho turns, glare ready and powers half a step closer to the edge of his control. The guy that accidentally hits him is trying to steady himself. Apparently, he tripped over some imaginary obstacle. Minho, on an impulse, gives him a hand and helps him.
“Thank you!” he says with a soft redness of shame shinning in his cheeks.
“It was nothing” says Minho, surprised with his own reaction. Usually, he doesn’t bother talking unless the other person is a friend or a friend of a friend.
Upon closer inspection, the guy has soft features, a blinding smile and pretty longish, brownish hair. He is, like almost everyone, shorter than Minho, but his body looks strong. He guesses that he probably is a fighter. But not really because Minho is used to other fighters and he knows how their aura feels. This guy does not make him feel in danger at all. That could be dangerous if Minho weren’t pretty sure his instinct is never wrong.
They stay shoulder against shoulder, not talking, and Minho gets back to checking out his potential rivals and potential teammates. Is what most of them are doing, anyways.
His eyes linger a bit more with one of the loudest people in the room, who has three toned blond hair, strong features and is quite short. He is not worried about him. When Minho enters, he hears the guy saying that he is a traveller. If he doesn’t catch him, Minho is completely safe. It’s important to know what he is going to be up to (travellers can leave pretty powerless their opponents, more so if they decide to leave them hanging between two places).
A few minutes later he stops. Everything stops.
What makes him stop has blonde hair and Minho need two minutes to get over his own amazement and decide if such a creature is a he or a she. He reasons that the trousers are more typical from a He than a She and his election is made.
The face is pure. He is alone and doesn’t talk with anybody. A tall girl bumps into Him and when she apologizes the shy smile turns off the rest of the light in the room. Minho feels his heart beat loudly in his ears and his palms become sweaty for the few seconds he loses control. He can’t allow himself that, is not the place or time, and he tries to look away from Him.
But.
The room feels empty the moment His eyes look up to Minho’s face and from that second on, Minho knows he is going to let himself go with that stranger. For how down to earth he is, he doesn’t care at all about not knowing anything about Him.
Yet. Not knowing anything yet.
He swears he is going to discover who He is.