The Way Life is, Chapter 8
Title: The Way Life Is
Author: meridianslair
Rating: NC-17 (sexual scene)
Pairing: Jonghyun and Key, Taemin and Minho, Onew and OC
Summary: After Key's dad dies his mom forces them to move to America. His new high school is filled with people he'd never dealt with before, and Key starts to wonder what life is really about. There's also this guy named Jonghyun, his best friend Taemin's stepbrother. At first they didn't really get along, but they eventually become... closer?
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Chapter 8 ( shinee_replay post)
German class was as it always was, boring. Key was starting to get along with the girl that sat in front of him though. Her name was Nicole, they were the same age, similar interests, and they were kind of the loners of the class. Everyone else thought they were too cool for them, but in his mind he was too cool for them. They couldn’t stand his skinny jeans and oddly blonde colored hair and he couldn’t stand the pants that sagged past their ass cheeks and “gangster” talk.
“People think that’s seriously attractive? I can see his fucking shit stains from a week ago,” Key ranted in his head, “What the fuck is wrong with this school? Where I come from we wear uniforms, and people like this need uniforms so they don’t make themselves look like idiots.”
Even though Key was ranting about the kids in his class in the back of his mind he was thinking about something else. How was he supposed to act around Jonghyun? Every time he saw Key he insulted him, was Key suppose to drop his guard now? Sure their insulting habit was pretty new, but could something as simple as an apology stop all that?
Guess his questions would be answered later.
Once the bell rung Key headed over to Biology. Biology wasn’t too boring because Amber was always there to entertain him. Honestly, Amber was pretty cool. She wasn’t those girls you always see getting into bitch fights and drama wars, and she had an odd sense of humor. One time they were flipping through their new textbook instead of paying attention in class, and had come up with nicknames for each other. Amber’s nickname was “lizard” while Key’s nickname was “mouse”, it was an odd story he just couldn’t remember.
They were both kind of trouble makers, or class clowns. Their Biology teacher was so boring and so weird, no one liked him. Amber said he was better than their teacher last year though. She said their teacher from last year was crazy and would randomly start yelling and screaming at everyone and that the teacher also had a thing for the word “lubrication”.
The entire class period was full of whispering side comments or saying jokes loud enough for only the people around them to hear. Even the smallest things could cause the class to roar in laughter, making the teacher’s face scrunch in disgust and hate. Looking at his face everyone laughed even more, some would say he looked like Beast from “Beauty and the Beast” but they all knew he sure as hell wasn’t turning into a handsome prince anytime soon.
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Key looked around the art class room; no one he knew had gotten there yet. He sighed and plopped down in his usual seat, Amber and him had thrown paper balls at their teacher before they left causing them to run so they didn’t get caught. Obviously tomorrow they would get in trouble, but by then he would probably forget about it anyways.
When Key pulled his stuff out of his bag and placed it on the desk he saw Jessica walking towards him, scratch the part about no one he knew was there yet.
Key gave her his fake smile, “Can I help you?”
Jessica gave her fake smile right back, flipping her hair, “I know you and Jonghyun called it truce and everything, but I don’t trust you.”
He tilted his head, “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You obviously know you can beat him in a fight now, so what’s stopping you from hurting him anymore? I’m telling you, you’re little game will end soon, Jonghyun doesn’t like people like you.”
Soon enough a familiar face walked through the door, Jonghyun. He walked up to his girlfriend and pecked her on the lips, and then he turned to Key and waved.
“So what were you guys talking about?”
Jessica looked at Key and then back at Jonghyun twirling some of her hair, “I was just telling Key how much I love the color of his hair.”
Jonghyun laughed, “I’m glad you two are getting along. Hopefully we’ll be friendlier from now on, right Key?”
Key nodded and the couple left to their seats, a few moments later Taemin and a few other people rushed into the room. A few sat at their table, and others ran to opposite tables when the bell signaled for class to begin.
Taemin started poking Key’s side, “So did he apologize?”
“Shhh, not so loud! Yeah, he did, but I don’t think his girlfriend is happy with it.”
“Oh well, anyways, I think my stepmom works a later shift tonight. Do you wanna come over?”
Key nodded, “Sure, we haven’t hung out outside of school since summer.”
Soon enough the teacher went to the front of the classroom and looked at everyone with an evil glint in her eyes, “For a week you guys have been sitting comfortably with your friends, but now it’s time for,” she paused, “seating charts.”
Key looked around, Minho wasn’t here? He was in his classes earlier so why wouldn’t he be here now?
Everyone groaned, “I know, I know but I have to learn everyone’s name sometime.”
When she began calling out names you know who walked through the door, Minho. The teacher sighed, “I hope you know you’re late.”
Minho looked at her, “I know.”
“I’ll let you off this time, you’re Minho Choi right? You sit over there.”
Minho sat down in his seat, I felt sorry for the guy. The girl sitting next to him looked like a total whore, and I’m pretty sure she was going to flirt with him, a lot.
When she called my name and showed me who I was sitting next to, I about shit a brick.
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Math is so confusing, I don’t see how anyone can get it. Our teacher said what were learning now is “easy”, but there was no way this was easy. Just staring at my notes and then the problems in the book was giving me a massive headache. When I was about to just bang my head against the desk over and over again, I felt something small hit my head.
I turned my head and saw Dongho pointing down at the ground. I looked down by my seat and saw a note, picking it up I made sure the teacher wasn’t looking. Slowly opening the note to not cause too much attention, I read it.
I was so shocked, I read the note over twice. My eyes were probably several centimeters bigger, I looked back at Dongho. He was covering his face with his book, no surprise there, I’d be majorly embarrassed too.
“Taemin! I need your help… I think I’m falling for Mr. Shin!
And by falling I mean I’m starting to love him!! It’s wrong I know, but every time he looks at me it’s like my heart stops. I’ve never felt this way before, even with Sulli. Taemin your like my new best friend and you’re different from everyone else, please don’t judge me because of this and give me advice!”
I shook my head, I honestly didn’t know what to say. Mr. Shin was our English teacher, he was pretty young and most of the female students thought he was very attractive, but he didn’t expect something like this from Dongho.
Dongho and I had gotten pretty close since we have almost every class together, so I wasn’t going to judge him because of something like this. Girls fall in love with their teachers all the time, so why is being a guy so much worse? I like Minho, so I don’t have any excuses to be disgusted with him.
I thought for a few seconds and wrote down on the paper and tossed it under his chair. He slowly peaked out from the book and grabbed the note as fast as he could and stuck his head back to the book. Not too long afterwards he raised his head back up smiling.
“Calm down Dongho, we’ll figure out something. You’re one of my best friends and I wouldn’t judge you because you have some stupid crush on a teacher, haha.
Btw do you know how to do this math? Because I sure don’t! :)”
We had passed the notes back and forth a few times, and I finally did a few of the math problems when the bell signaled that class was over.
I got up and walked over to Dongho, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
He laughed, “That’s what I kind of hoped, or else I know I’d be screwed.”
With that we both walked out of the classroom chatting, but I realized I had to hurry up if I didn’t want to be late. I told him I’d talk to him tomorrow and fast walked to art.
When I got there, Key was already sitting down so I rushed over and sat next to him. I had remembered that Jonghyun was supposed to apologize so I started poking Key’s side repeatedly, I was going to get an answer from him.
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Minho slammed his locker shut, he knew he was going to be late for class. He rested his head on the cold metal, going to that class wasn’t where he wanted to go right now.
Minho didn’t know what to say to Taemin anymore, especially after Friday. Even though he was hoping for Monday to be better, it might not turn out that way. Pulling his head off his locker he decided to walk to class so he at least wouldn’t be counted as skipping.
When he got to class he didn’t really pay attention to the teacher talking to him, he just took the seat in the spot she told him to. Minho about fell out of his chair at Key’s face when the teacher said he was sitting next to Jonghyun.
But soon his attention was where Taemin was sitting, next to Onew. Why did their last names have to be the same? Minho admitted to himself he was jealous, he wanted to sit next to Taemin so badly.
Throughout the rest of class Minho was thoroughly annoyed with the girl sitting next to him, the two guys in front of him were fine, but she was just a pain. The girl kept turning to stare at him, giggle, blush, and cycle repeat. When school was finally let out he rushed to catch up with Key and Taemin, he had no clue why he wanted to go up to Taemin in the first place.
“Hey.”
Key turned to look at Minho, “Hey Minho! So, why’d you come in late?”
He shrugged, “Bathroom.”
“Ah, well this is our bus. We’ll see you later.”
Taemin whispered a small bye before they got on the bus. It upset him that nothing had really changed between the two of them, he was hoping things would get better. Minho decided he would need to get advice from someone who’s pretty close to Taemin, and no he wasn’t talking about Key.
Later that afternoon Minho found himself on Jonghyun’s porch waiting for someone to open the goddamn door. When the door finally opened Minho was greeted by Mr. Lee.
“Everyone’s upstairs, so just go find whoever you need,” Mr. Lee laughed as he closed the door behind Minho.
As Minho climbed the stairs he almost thought there was a party going on without him or something. One room was blasting music and the other room seemed to be the sound of a TV battling the music with its own volume. He decided to open the one with the TV on louder than needed. When he opened the door he was greeted by Onew sitting on the bed with a bowl of chicken in his lap and Jonghyun sprawled on the floor flipping channels.
“Hey guys, I’m in need of some advice.”
“You have lice?!” Onew yelled.
“No. I need advice, advice!”
Jonghyun looked at Onew and Minho before turning down the volume on the TV, “Hold on,” he said loud enough for the two to hear.
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I turned down the volume and told to Onew and Minho to hold on. I walked out of the room, but not before stealing a piece of Onew’s chicken (which he whined at). I knocked on Taemin’s door, no answer. I knocked on his door again, no answer. I just decided to open up the door since no one was going to open it for me, but I really wish I didn’t.
There was Key moving his hips way too good for a male, I didn’t even look at Taemin, my eyes were fixed on Key. For a second there I almost thought I was going to drop my chicken, but I knew if I did Onew would skin me alive for ruining a piece of perfectly good chicken.
Both of them were looking at me now, both had stopped dancing. I walked over to the stereo and turned it down.
“Umm… I was just turning it down. You guys have had it on for two hours, I thought it was about time to calm down before mom gets home.”
I quickly rushed out of the room and closed the door, wow that was awkward. With that I turned and headed back to my room.
“So, what were we talking about now?”
Minho looked down at the carpet he was now sitting on, “I kind of need some… advice.”
Onew and I nodded, “It’s about,” his voice lowered, “Taemin.”
I sighed, I knew this would happen one day. One day Minho would realize his true feelings and would need help pulling the pieces back together.
Last year I could tell Taemin liked my friend Minho, but I always thought it was one sided. When Minho started hanging out with Taemin more I realized he might feel something for him too. I knew they were both going to get hurt no matter what the situation was. Minho wasn’t one to understand his feelings for other people very well. I probably should’ve just ignored everything and not said anything to Minho.
I could still remember the day it all happened, and I felt guilty for all of this. It was my fault they ignored each other, it was my fault they can’t be together, my fault their friendship shattered.
I honestly didn’t know what to tell him as he asked Onew and me for advice. He explained how he felt, and I was just confused and he was.
“Maybe you two should be around each other more?” I questioned, suggesting an idea.
“But we’d never talk anyways, even if we were in the same room.”
Onew nodded his head, “Jonghyun might be right actually. The more you two are around each other the more you’ll be use to it. Eventually both of you will get comfortable enough and possibly become close again?”
“So, would you guys be willing to help me?”
I laughed, “No, we’re going to sit back, relax, and watch you make a fool of yourself!”
After that the three of us laughed at possible situations that could happen and the shit I would do to ruin everything. But half of the time when I mess things up it’s not my fault, I just have really bad luck. I think my bad luck has something to do with being short, you know, “the curse of the short people”. Either that or my protectiveness gets in the way, which happens almost as much as my bad luck.
Eventually, when there was no chicken left in the house, Onew decided it was his time to leave. I eyed him suspiciously, “Usually you stay till 11 on days like this, why are you leaving so early?”
Onew slowly stretched once he got up, “I have to go tutor that one kid from last year.”
“He’s already failing his classes? Figures…” I rolled my eyes.
“No, Jake just had problems last year and I want to get a head start on him before he does fail his classes. “
“Good idea, see you tomorrow I guess,” Minho nodded.
“Later,” Onew waved as he walked out of the bedroom.
I huffed, “I can’t believe he’s leaving us, his best friends in the entire world, for that guy. I would understand him more if he left us for Ga-in, but that guy?”
Minho gave me a look, “Just because your embarrassed about some of the stuff he’s done to you doesn’t mean you have to hate him and call him ‘that guy’.”
I remember the times I had seen Jake before the bus incident ever even happened. I shook my head and grabbed the closest thing to me and chucked it at Minho, “Shut up.”
He had a point, he usually does, but I didn’t care to admit he was right.
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I looked at that smile. It was the same goddamn smile that made me want to rip off this emo goth shit and wear a fucking rainbow. Yes, this man was the only man in the world that could strip me of my colorless clothes and wear colors I barely knew existed.
I looked at that hair, the hair I wanted to tug on as he went down on my length. That dyed brown hair that looked like silk as it flowed down part of his face. I wanted to touch it, but what would he think of me if I did?
I looked at his eyes, and I was surprised to see that they were looking right back at me. His eyes were so black yet, they sparkled with happiness.
“Jake? Are you even paying attention to anything I’m saying?”
I didn’t respond to him, I just kept staring at him. He most likely thought I was weird, a freak, but was it so wrong that I couldn’t bear to look away?
Oddly, he stared back. His smile faded, and all I could stare at were those lips. They looked so pink and juicy, I just wanted to suck the life out of them.
Before I even was aware of it myself, my face was getting closer to his. At first he stared at me, “Jake?” I still gave him no reply. When I got closer, leaning out of my chair, his eyes nervously darted around to everything but me. I wanted those beautiful eyes to look at me, why couldn’t he understand?
Instead of making him look at me, I closed my eyes and lightly pressed my lips against his. I felt his eyelashes brush against my skin signaling he had closed his eyes too. His lips felt soft and warm against mine, I wanted more. Even though I wanted more, I slowly pulled back to watch him slowly open his eyes.
Now he was looking at me. I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in, and looked right back at him. It was then he stood up, “I think I should go.”
He said that, but as he started walking away I pulled his wrist slightly. His head was turned opposite from me, refusing to look my way.
“Please,” I said pleadingly, “just look at me.”
And he did, his face turning to me, those eyes that once shows happiness now filled with mixed emotions. I couldn’t tell how he was feeling right now, I was never able to read people very well, heck I can barely read book themselves that well.
I probably shouldn’t have kissed him again, but the need was too strong. Our mouths slowly moved together, there was no need to rush right? When Onew opened his mouth my tongue rushed into his mouth. I couldn’t give him enough time to think it over.
My arms circled his small waist, probably smaller than mine, and his hands fisted my light brown hair. All the kisses I had before this were nothing in comparison. Being in control of someone felt so good and I couldn’t seem to stop.
I shoved him into the chair I had been sitting in only a few minutes before and got on my knees. I grabbed his thighs and looked up at him. His head was thrown back, hands grabbing the sides of the armrests. We were both wearing all of our clothes, but we weren’t going to go that far, right?
I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants barely sliding them down. I looked back at Onew, he was looking at me with emotions I actually understood. Lust. My eyes went back to his lower regions and I shivered. I softly rubbed the bulge in his boxers, and he made a noise that was similar to a whine. I pulled down the boxers to just right below his ball sack and looked the hard length practically in my face.
With one hand I stroked his cock, and with the other hand I played with his balls. The small noises that came from his mouth made me want to keep teasing him, but when he made that whining noise again I knew what he wanted. No words had been spoken the entire time, but I just kind of knew what he wanted.
One hand pushed down on Onew’s thigh while the other one still rested on his cock. I slowly licked the head making him hiss, it was the hottest hiss I’d heard for sure. I started licking the rest of his length, it wasn’t like I was inexperienced or anything, I just wanted to take it slow. Soon enough though, my entire mouth was filled with him as his hands fisted my hair again.
Funny how just a little while ago I was picturing me with my hands in his hair, I’m not sure how it went the opposite way. At the moment I wasn’t paying attention to how I would’ve liked it better if he was sucking me dry, but the sounds Onew was making.
When his panting got louder and those hands moving my head faster, I knew he was close. That moment he held his breath I felt thick, hot liquid filling my mouth. I bobbed my head a few more times making sure he was done, I slightly choked when I tried swallowing his cum while sucking his cock at the same time. I let go of him and wiped the cum off my chin with my hand and licked it off.
Onew sat there for a moment panting, his face a bright pink. I wish I had my camera because I would have taken a picture of the beautiful sight. There was an awkward moment of silence as he redid his pants and grabbed his book bag for the second time.
“I really should go now. I think ‘tutoring’ is long over,” and with that he left.
At that moment I realized I had really screwed up now. For the first time that night I actually remembered that he had a ‘girlfriend’. She never really meant much to me, but she meant a lot to him and that made me the enemy in this situation. I also realized, I never did confess to him. Well, I did, if you consider making out and giving someone a blowjob a confession of your love.
I heard a soft knock on my door, and I immediately tried hiding my massive boner, “Come in.”
My mom poked her head into the room, “Sweety, is everything alright?”
“Yeah mom, everything is fine. Why?”
“Well Onew left a little, upset a minute ago. I was wondering if you two had a fight?”
You could say that…
“It’s nothing. He just got kind of frustrated with me when I couldn’t understand what he was trying to explain to me over and over again,” I lied.
“Oh,” she sighed, “well let’s try your best next time, okay?”
If there is a next time…
“Yeah, sure, I’ll try to do better next time,” with that she nodded and closed the door.
Well tonight went lovely if you asked me. So lovely, I now have a boner the size of Texas and I doubt I’ll be able to get rid of it till morning.
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Key walked down the stairs and was greeted by Jonghyun coming out of the kitchen with a drink. He kind of felt like turning around and going back up the stairs, but it was late and he needed to head home.
Jonghyun smiled nervously, “Hey, leaving so soon?”
“So soon? I’ve been here for hours Jonghyun.”
“That is true isn’t it?” Jonghyun laughed at his stupidity.
“Jonghyun who are you talking to?” his mother called from the kitchen.
“Shit, my mom doesn’t know you’re here,” he whispered, “you need to leave before she kills your ass.”
Key nodded, “Yeah I was kind of doing that already.”
“No one, mom! It’s the TV!”
Key was about to close the door when Jonghyun’s hand rushed out with a piece of paper in it. He looked through the cracked door at Jonghyun, “Plans for Friday.”
“Plans for Friday?”
Key walked home reading the note under the street lights. He smiled, the “plan” was so stupid he doubt it would work.
Key’s Tuesday went on normally, but something seemed really off. In gym he turned to his best friend Jake, who wasn’t talking at all.
“Jake?” Key poked his shoulder while they jogged, “What’s up? You’re not talking, not even about Onew!”
Jake brushed him off and jogged faster, leaving Key and Jokwon in the dust, “Do you know what’s wrong?”
Jokwon shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe not enough sleep?”
Key nodded, yeah maybe that was it.
Art was very awkward. Key sat next to Jonghyun not really knowing what to say, while Jessica glared at him. Jonghyun made small talk as they started an art assignment, and they found out they had similar tastes in music. At least they had a few things in common or else he didn’t know how he was going to be able to communicate with Jonghyun every day.
“So you read the paper right?”
“Yeah, are you sure that’s going to work? Even I wouldn’t fall for something like that.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s going to work, and if it doesn’t they’re still going to be close.”
Key shook his head, “Whatever you say. Minho doesn’t know about this right?”
“Nah, he asked Onew and I to help him, but we never told him we’d tell him how we’d help him,” Jonghyun laughed.
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Today was so weird. Dongho kept talking about Mr. Shin, and I felt so dirty listening. He was our teacher, of course he was good looking but listening to one of your best friends describe him in detail was a little creepy.
“You need help by a therapist,” I said patting his back.
Dongho pouted and I laughed, “I was just kidding! Don’t take me so seriously.”
He sighed, “But it’s so hard you know? Liking someone who’ll never like you back...”
My heart sank at that moment as I thought of Minho, “I know, I know.”
(A/N: this is kind of like a flashback type thing, just to clear things up.)
Minho was looking down at me, laughing. I tried covering my chest, but my skinny arms didn’t help much. It was always an embarrassing experience for me when I went to the pool. So many people could look at you knowing those trunks are the only thing you’re wearing.
I would have rather wore a t-shirt with my trunks, but my stepmom stated that I looked ridiculous. I didn’t know how Minho could feel confident about his body enough to show it.
He messed up my perfect bowl haircut, “You’re so cute Taemin,” still laughing, “and you’re way too innocent.”
My heart felt like it was soaring when he said those words, but he turned around to talk to some girls along with Jonghyun and Onew on the opposite side of the pool, I felt abandoned.
I felt like an idiot just standing there, so I slowly dipped myself into the cold pool. The stupid sun didn’t help heating it up much, that’s for sure. I swam around the pool, ignoring the weird looks my way. I noticed there were a few people I knew from school, but I chose to ignore them so I continued to swim.
While I was swimming around the deep end, I wasn’t paying attention, I didn’t see or hear the guy swimming up behind me as I clinged against the wall. I felt myself being pulled away from the wall and while I was still trying to breathe I was forced under the water.
I tried swimming up, but the person’s hands were on my shoulders still pushing me down. I kind of thought maybe it was Onew or something playing a joke, but I didn’t really think he would play such a mean joke. A few seconds later of struggling, the person let go. By the time I got to the surface I didn’t see anyone relatively close to me, but I didn’t really care at that moment. The only thing on my mind was the water flowing into my mouth as I choked on the air.
I don’t remember how I got there, but I was on the flooring around the pool now. I was coughing, my lungs burned with chlorine. I turned to see Minho just a few feet away from me, and it hurt to know he didn’t even see what had happened. The pain in my heart was much more than the burn in my lungs. I picked up my things, a person asked if I was ok, I nodded and left.
Minho asked why I left later that day, I told him I was bored. I felt invisible, why couldn’t he see me?
To this day, I still feel like I’m invisible. Minho, will you ever be able to see me?
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Uhh, h-hey everyone?? Been a while ** cough 3 months? cough ** First off all I'd like to thank (she also helped me fix errors I made at 1am) and for really kind of pushing me, without those two this chapter wouldn't have been up till like next week, lol!
I also really wanted to apologize to everyone. I know only a few people like my story, but I feel like I should write a short apology~ Everything kind of started when I had medical issues and had to deal with it for 2 weeks, and I kind of got out of writing? When I got better I was just so tired and lazy I just never really felt like writing. I tried writing, but I felt like I had writer's block. One of my friend's kind of became my muse, but then she ran off on me for Chris Brown(fuck you Chris, fuck you.) It was kind of during Tennessee's major flooding she stopped talking to me outside of school, well school ended tuesday for us so I'm kinda wondering when she's gonna come back down to earth? Anyways as I said the two above really kind of gave me a small push to help me move forward. I really wished I had more of a ready to work attitude, but I don't. I hope you all forgive me and continue to read till the very end 8)
~Love,
Meridanslair~
Comments are loved, but unneeded.<3
Author: meridianslair
Rating: NC-17 (sexual scene)
Pairing: Jonghyun and Key, Taemin and Minho, Onew and OC
Summary: After Key's dad dies his mom forces them to move to America. His new high school is filled with people he'd never dealt with before, and Key starts to wonder what life is really about. There's also this guy named Jonghyun, his best friend Taemin's stepbrother. At first they didn't really get along, but they eventually become... closer?
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4
Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7
Chapter 8 ( shinee_replay post)
German class was as it always was, boring. Key was starting to get along with the girl that sat in front of him though. Her name was Nicole, they were the same age, similar interests, and they were kind of the loners of the class. Everyone else thought they were too cool for them, but in his mind he was too cool for them. They couldn’t stand his skinny jeans and oddly blonde colored hair and he couldn’t stand the pants that sagged past their ass cheeks and “gangster” talk.
“People think that’s seriously attractive? I can see his fucking shit stains from a week ago,” Key ranted in his head, “What the fuck is wrong with this school? Where I come from we wear uniforms, and people like this need uniforms so they don’t make themselves look like idiots.”
Even though Key was ranting about the kids in his class in the back of his mind he was thinking about something else. How was he supposed to act around Jonghyun? Every time he saw Key he insulted him, was Key suppose to drop his guard now? Sure their insulting habit was pretty new, but could something as simple as an apology stop all that?
Guess his questions would be answered later.
Once the bell rung Key headed over to Biology. Biology wasn’t too boring because Amber was always there to entertain him. Honestly, Amber was pretty cool. She wasn’t those girls you always see getting into bitch fights and drama wars, and she had an odd sense of humor. One time they were flipping through their new textbook instead of paying attention in class, and had come up with nicknames for each other. Amber’s nickname was “lizard” while Key’s nickname was “mouse”, it was an odd story he just couldn’t remember.
They were both kind of trouble makers, or class clowns. Their Biology teacher was so boring and so weird, no one liked him. Amber said he was better than their teacher last year though. She said their teacher from last year was crazy and would randomly start yelling and screaming at everyone and that the teacher also had a thing for the word “lubrication”.
The entire class period was full of whispering side comments or saying jokes loud enough for only the people around them to hear. Even the smallest things could cause the class to roar in laughter, making the teacher’s face scrunch in disgust and hate. Looking at his face everyone laughed even more, some would say he looked like Beast from “Beauty and the Beast” but they all knew he sure as hell wasn’t turning into a handsome prince anytime soon.
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Key looked around the art class room; no one he knew had gotten there yet. He sighed and plopped down in his usual seat, Amber and him had thrown paper balls at their teacher before they left causing them to run so they didn’t get caught. Obviously tomorrow they would get in trouble, but by then he would probably forget about it anyways.
When Key pulled his stuff out of his bag and placed it on the desk he saw Jessica walking towards him, scratch the part about no one he knew was there yet.
Key gave her his fake smile, “Can I help you?”
Jessica gave her fake smile right back, flipping her hair, “I know you and Jonghyun called it truce and everything, but I don’t trust you.”
He tilted his head, “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You obviously know you can beat him in a fight now, so what’s stopping you from hurting him anymore? I’m telling you, you’re little game will end soon, Jonghyun doesn’t like people like you.”
Soon enough a familiar face walked through the door, Jonghyun. He walked up to his girlfriend and pecked her on the lips, and then he turned to Key and waved.
“So what were you guys talking about?”
Jessica looked at Key and then back at Jonghyun twirling some of her hair, “I was just telling Key how much I love the color of his hair.”
Jonghyun laughed, “I’m glad you two are getting along. Hopefully we’ll be friendlier from now on, right Key?”
Key nodded and the couple left to their seats, a few moments later Taemin and a few other people rushed into the room. A few sat at their table, and others ran to opposite tables when the bell signaled for class to begin.
Taemin started poking Key’s side, “So did he apologize?”
“Shhh, not so loud! Yeah, he did, but I don’t think his girlfriend is happy with it.”
“Oh well, anyways, I think my stepmom works a later shift tonight. Do you wanna come over?”
Key nodded, “Sure, we haven’t hung out outside of school since summer.”
Soon enough the teacher went to the front of the classroom and looked at everyone with an evil glint in her eyes, “For a week you guys have been sitting comfortably with your friends, but now it’s time for,” she paused, “seating charts.”
Key looked around, Minho wasn’t here? He was in his classes earlier so why wouldn’t he be here now?
Everyone groaned, “I know, I know but I have to learn everyone’s name sometime.”
When she began calling out names you know who walked through the door, Minho. The teacher sighed, “I hope you know you’re late.”
Minho looked at her, “I know.”
“I’ll let you off this time, you’re Minho Choi right? You sit over there.”
Minho sat down in his seat, I felt sorry for the guy. The girl sitting next to him looked like a total whore, and I’m pretty sure she was going to flirt with him, a lot.
When she called my name and showed me who I was sitting next to, I about shit a brick.
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Math is so confusing, I don’t see how anyone can get it. Our teacher said what were learning now is “easy”, but there was no way this was easy. Just staring at my notes and then the problems in the book was giving me a massive headache. When I was about to just bang my head against the desk over and over again, I felt something small hit my head.
I turned my head and saw Dongho pointing down at the ground. I looked down by my seat and saw a note, picking it up I made sure the teacher wasn’t looking. Slowly opening the note to not cause too much attention, I read it.
I was so shocked, I read the note over twice. My eyes were probably several centimeters bigger, I looked back at Dongho. He was covering his face with his book, no surprise there, I’d be majorly embarrassed too.
“Taemin! I need your help… I think I’m falling for Mr. Shin!
And by falling I mean I’m starting to love him!! It’s wrong I know, but every time he looks at me it’s like my heart stops. I’ve never felt this way before, even with Sulli. Taemin your like my new best friend and you’re different from everyone else, please don’t judge me because of this and give me advice!”
I shook my head, I honestly didn’t know what to say. Mr. Shin was our English teacher, he was pretty young and most of the female students thought he was very attractive, but he didn’t expect something like this from Dongho.
Dongho and I had gotten pretty close since we have almost every class together, so I wasn’t going to judge him because of something like this. Girls fall in love with their teachers all the time, so why is being a guy so much worse? I like Minho, so I don’t have any excuses to be disgusted with him.
I thought for a few seconds and wrote down on the paper and tossed it under his chair. He slowly peaked out from the book and grabbed the note as fast as he could and stuck his head back to the book. Not too long afterwards he raised his head back up smiling.
“Calm down Dongho, we’ll figure out something. You’re one of my best friends and I wouldn’t judge you because you have some stupid crush on a teacher, haha.
Btw do you know how to do this math? Because I sure don’t! :)”
We had passed the notes back and forth a few times, and I finally did a few of the math problems when the bell signaled that class was over.
I got up and walked over to Dongho, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
He laughed, “That’s what I kind of hoped, or else I know I’d be screwed.”
With that we both walked out of the classroom chatting, but I realized I had to hurry up if I didn’t want to be late. I told him I’d talk to him tomorrow and fast walked to art.
When I got there, Key was already sitting down so I rushed over and sat next to him. I had remembered that Jonghyun was supposed to apologize so I started poking Key’s side repeatedly, I was going to get an answer from him.
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Minho slammed his locker shut, he knew he was going to be late for class. He rested his head on the cold metal, going to that class wasn’t where he wanted to go right now.
Minho didn’t know what to say to Taemin anymore, especially after Friday. Even though he was hoping for Monday to be better, it might not turn out that way. Pulling his head off his locker he decided to walk to class so he at least wouldn’t be counted as skipping.
When he got to class he didn’t really pay attention to the teacher talking to him, he just took the seat in the spot she told him to. Minho about fell out of his chair at Key’s face when the teacher said he was sitting next to Jonghyun.
But soon his attention was where Taemin was sitting, next to Onew. Why did their last names have to be the same? Minho admitted to himself he was jealous, he wanted to sit next to Taemin so badly.
Throughout the rest of class Minho was thoroughly annoyed with the girl sitting next to him, the two guys in front of him were fine, but she was just a pain. The girl kept turning to stare at him, giggle, blush, and cycle repeat. When school was finally let out he rushed to catch up with Key and Taemin, he had no clue why he wanted to go up to Taemin in the first place.
“Hey.”
Key turned to look at Minho, “Hey Minho! So, why’d you come in late?”
He shrugged, “Bathroom.”
“Ah, well this is our bus. We’ll see you later.”
Taemin whispered a small bye before they got on the bus. It upset him that nothing had really changed between the two of them, he was hoping things would get better. Minho decided he would need to get advice from someone who’s pretty close to Taemin, and no he wasn’t talking about Key.
Later that afternoon Minho found himself on Jonghyun’s porch waiting for someone to open the goddamn door. When the door finally opened Minho was greeted by Mr. Lee.
“Everyone’s upstairs, so just go find whoever you need,” Mr. Lee laughed as he closed the door behind Minho.
As Minho climbed the stairs he almost thought there was a party going on without him or something. One room was blasting music and the other room seemed to be the sound of a TV battling the music with its own volume. He decided to open the one with the TV on louder than needed. When he opened the door he was greeted by Onew sitting on the bed with a bowl of chicken in his lap and Jonghyun sprawled on the floor flipping channels.
“Hey guys, I’m in need of some advice.”
“You have lice?!” Onew yelled.
“No. I need advice, advice!”
Jonghyun looked at Onew and Minho before turning down the volume on the TV, “Hold on,” he said loud enough for the two to hear.
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I turned down the volume and told to Onew and Minho to hold on. I walked out of the room, but not before stealing a piece of Onew’s chicken (which he whined at). I knocked on Taemin’s door, no answer. I knocked on his door again, no answer. I just decided to open up the door since no one was going to open it for me, but I really wish I didn’t.
There was Key moving his hips way too good for a male, I didn’t even look at Taemin, my eyes were fixed on Key. For a second there I almost thought I was going to drop my chicken, but I knew if I did Onew would skin me alive for ruining a piece of perfectly good chicken.
Both of them were looking at me now, both had stopped dancing. I walked over to the stereo and turned it down.
“Umm… I was just turning it down. You guys have had it on for two hours, I thought it was about time to calm down before mom gets home.”
I quickly rushed out of the room and closed the door, wow that was awkward. With that I turned and headed back to my room.
“So, what were we talking about now?”
Minho looked down at the carpet he was now sitting on, “I kind of need some… advice.”
Onew and I nodded, “It’s about,” his voice lowered, “Taemin.”
I sighed, I knew this would happen one day. One day Minho would realize his true feelings and would need help pulling the pieces back together.
Last year I could tell Taemin liked my friend Minho, but I always thought it was one sided. When Minho started hanging out with Taemin more I realized he might feel something for him too. I knew they were both going to get hurt no matter what the situation was. Minho wasn’t one to understand his feelings for other people very well. I probably should’ve just ignored everything and not said anything to Minho.
I could still remember the day it all happened, and I felt guilty for all of this. It was my fault they ignored each other, it was my fault they can’t be together, my fault their friendship shattered.
I honestly didn’t know what to tell him as he asked Onew and me for advice. He explained how he felt, and I was just confused and he was.
“Maybe you two should be around each other more?” I questioned, suggesting an idea.
“But we’d never talk anyways, even if we were in the same room.”
Onew nodded his head, “Jonghyun might be right actually. The more you two are around each other the more you’ll be use to it. Eventually both of you will get comfortable enough and possibly become close again?”
“So, would you guys be willing to help me?”
I laughed, “No, we’re going to sit back, relax, and watch you make a fool of yourself!”
After that the three of us laughed at possible situations that could happen and the shit I would do to ruin everything. But half of the time when I mess things up it’s not my fault, I just have really bad luck. I think my bad luck has something to do with being short, you know, “the curse of the short people”. Either that or my protectiveness gets in the way, which happens almost as much as my bad luck.
Eventually, when there was no chicken left in the house, Onew decided it was his time to leave. I eyed him suspiciously, “Usually you stay till 11 on days like this, why are you leaving so early?”
Onew slowly stretched once he got up, “I have to go tutor that one kid from last year.”
“He’s already failing his classes? Figures…” I rolled my eyes.
“No, Jake just had problems last year and I want to get a head start on him before he does fail his classes. “
“Good idea, see you tomorrow I guess,” Minho nodded.
“Later,” Onew waved as he walked out of the bedroom.
I huffed, “I can’t believe he’s leaving us, his best friends in the entire world, for that guy. I would understand him more if he left us for Ga-in, but that guy?”
Minho gave me a look, “Just because your embarrassed about some of the stuff he’s done to you doesn’t mean you have to hate him and call him ‘that guy’.”
I remember the times I had seen Jake before the bus incident ever even happened. I shook my head and grabbed the closest thing to me and chucked it at Minho, “Shut up.”
He had a point, he usually does, but I didn’t care to admit he was right.
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I looked at that smile. It was the same goddamn smile that made me want to rip off this emo goth shit and wear a fucking rainbow. Yes, this man was the only man in the world that could strip me of my colorless clothes and wear colors I barely knew existed.
I looked at that hair, the hair I wanted to tug on as he went down on my length. That dyed brown hair that looked like silk as it flowed down part of his face. I wanted to touch it, but what would he think of me if I did?
I looked at his eyes, and I was surprised to see that they were looking right back at me. His eyes were so black yet, they sparkled with happiness.
“Jake? Are you even paying attention to anything I’m saying?”
I didn’t respond to him, I just kept staring at him. He most likely thought I was weird, a freak, but was it so wrong that I couldn’t bear to look away?
Oddly, he stared back. His smile faded, and all I could stare at were those lips. They looked so pink and juicy, I just wanted to suck the life out of them.
Before I even was aware of it myself, my face was getting closer to his. At first he stared at me, “Jake?” I still gave him no reply. When I got closer, leaning out of my chair, his eyes nervously darted around to everything but me. I wanted those beautiful eyes to look at me, why couldn’t he understand?
Instead of making him look at me, I closed my eyes and lightly pressed my lips against his. I felt his eyelashes brush against my skin signaling he had closed his eyes too. His lips felt soft and warm against mine, I wanted more. Even though I wanted more, I slowly pulled back to watch him slowly open his eyes.
Now he was looking at me. I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in, and looked right back at him. It was then he stood up, “I think I should go.”
He said that, but as he started walking away I pulled his wrist slightly. His head was turned opposite from me, refusing to look my way.
“Please,” I said pleadingly, “just look at me.”
And he did, his face turning to me, those eyes that once shows happiness now filled with mixed emotions. I couldn’t tell how he was feeling right now, I was never able to read people very well, heck I can barely read book themselves that well.
I probably shouldn’t have kissed him again, but the need was too strong. Our mouths slowly moved together, there was no need to rush right? When Onew opened his mouth my tongue rushed into his mouth. I couldn’t give him enough time to think it over.
My arms circled his small waist, probably smaller than mine, and his hands fisted my light brown hair. All the kisses I had before this were nothing in comparison. Being in control of someone felt so good and I couldn’t seem to stop.
I shoved him into the chair I had been sitting in only a few minutes before and got on my knees. I grabbed his thighs and looked up at him. His head was thrown back, hands grabbing the sides of the armrests. We were both wearing all of our clothes, but we weren’t going to go that far, right?
I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants barely sliding them down. I looked back at Onew, he was looking at me with emotions I actually understood. Lust. My eyes went back to his lower regions and I shivered. I softly rubbed the bulge in his boxers, and he made a noise that was similar to a whine. I pulled down the boxers to just right below his ball sack and looked the hard length practically in my face.
With one hand I stroked his cock, and with the other hand I played with his balls. The small noises that came from his mouth made me want to keep teasing him, but when he made that whining noise again I knew what he wanted. No words had been spoken the entire time, but I just kind of knew what he wanted.
One hand pushed down on Onew’s thigh while the other one still rested on his cock. I slowly licked the head making him hiss, it was the hottest hiss I’d heard for sure. I started licking the rest of his length, it wasn’t like I was inexperienced or anything, I just wanted to take it slow. Soon enough though, my entire mouth was filled with him as his hands fisted my hair again.
Funny how just a little while ago I was picturing me with my hands in his hair, I’m not sure how it went the opposite way. At the moment I wasn’t paying attention to how I would’ve liked it better if he was sucking me dry, but the sounds Onew was making.
When his panting got louder and those hands moving my head faster, I knew he was close. That moment he held his breath I felt thick, hot liquid filling my mouth. I bobbed my head a few more times making sure he was done, I slightly choked when I tried swallowing his cum while sucking his cock at the same time. I let go of him and wiped the cum off my chin with my hand and licked it off.
Onew sat there for a moment panting, his face a bright pink. I wish I had my camera because I would have taken a picture of the beautiful sight. There was an awkward moment of silence as he redid his pants and grabbed his book bag for the second time.
“I really should go now. I think ‘tutoring’ is long over,” and with that he left.
At that moment I realized I had really screwed up now. For the first time that night I actually remembered that he had a ‘girlfriend’. She never really meant much to me, but she meant a lot to him and that made me the enemy in this situation. I also realized, I never did confess to him. Well, I did, if you consider making out and giving someone a blowjob a confession of your love.
I heard a soft knock on my door, and I immediately tried hiding my massive boner, “Come in.”
My mom poked her head into the room, “Sweety, is everything alright?”
“Yeah mom, everything is fine. Why?”
“Well Onew left a little, upset a minute ago. I was wondering if you two had a fight?”
You could say that…
“It’s nothing. He just got kind of frustrated with me when I couldn’t understand what he was trying to explain to me over and over again,” I lied.
“Oh,” she sighed, “well let’s try your best next time, okay?”
If there is a next time…
“Yeah, sure, I’ll try to do better next time,” with that she nodded and closed the door.
Well tonight went lovely if you asked me. So lovely, I now have a boner the size of Texas and I doubt I’ll be able to get rid of it till morning.
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Key walked down the stairs and was greeted by Jonghyun coming out of the kitchen with a drink. He kind of felt like turning around and going back up the stairs, but it was late and he needed to head home.
Jonghyun smiled nervously, “Hey, leaving so soon?”
“So soon? I’ve been here for hours Jonghyun.”
“That is true isn’t it?” Jonghyun laughed at his stupidity.
“Jonghyun who are you talking to?” his mother called from the kitchen.
“Shit, my mom doesn’t know you’re here,” he whispered, “you need to leave before she kills your ass.”
Key nodded, “Yeah I was kind of doing that already.”
“No one, mom! It’s the TV!”
Key was about to close the door when Jonghyun’s hand rushed out with a piece of paper in it. He looked through the cracked door at Jonghyun, “Plans for Friday.”
“Plans for Friday?”
Key walked home reading the note under the street lights. He smiled, the “plan” was so stupid he doubt it would work.
Key’s Tuesday went on normally, but something seemed really off. In gym he turned to his best friend Jake, who wasn’t talking at all.
“Jake?” Key poked his shoulder while they jogged, “What’s up? You’re not talking, not even about Onew!”
Jake brushed him off and jogged faster, leaving Key and Jokwon in the dust, “Do you know what’s wrong?”
Jokwon shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe not enough sleep?”
Key nodded, yeah maybe that was it.
Art was very awkward. Key sat next to Jonghyun not really knowing what to say, while Jessica glared at him. Jonghyun made small talk as they started an art assignment, and they found out they had similar tastes in music. At least they had a few things in common or else he didn’t know how he was going to be able to communicate with Jonghyun every day.
“So you read the paper right?”
“Yeah, are you sure that’s going to work? Even I wouldn’t fall for something like that.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s going to work, and if it doesn’t they’re still going to be close.”
Key shook his head, “Whatever you say. Minho doesn’t know about this right?”
“Nah, he asked Onew and I to help him, but we never told him we’d tell him how we’d help him,” Jonghyun laughed.
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Today was so weird. Dongho kept talking about Mr. Shin, and I felt so dirty listening. He was our teacher, of course he was good looking but listening to one of your best friends describe him in detail was a little creepy.
“You need help by a therapist,” I said patting his back.
Dongho pouted and I laughed, “I was just kidding! Don’t take me so seriously.”
He sighed, “But it’s so hard you know? Liking someone who’ll never like you back...”
My heart sank at that moment as I thought of Minho, “I know, I know.”
(A/N: this is kind of like a flashback type thing, just to clear things up.)
Minho was looking down at me, laughing. I tried covering my chest, but my skinny arms didn’t help much. It was always an embarrassing experience for me when I went to the pool. So many people could look at you knowing those trunks are the only thing you’re wearing.
I would have rather wore a t-shirt with my trunks, but my stepmom stated that I looked ridiculous. I didn’t know how Minho could feel confident about his body enough to show it.
He messed up my perfect bowl haircut, “You’re so cute Taemin,” still laughing, “and you’re way too innocent.”
My heart felt like it was soaring when he said those words, but he turned around to talk to some girls along with Jonghyun and Onew on the opposite side of the pool, I felt abandoned.
I felt like an idiot just standing there, so I slowly dipped myself into the cold pool. The stupid sun didn’t help heating it up much, that’s for sure. I swam around the pool, ignoring the weird looks my way. I noticed there were a few people I knew from school, but I chose to ignore them so I continued to swim.
While I was swimming around the deep end, I wasn’t paying attention, I didn’t see or hear the guy swimming up behind me as I clinged against the wall. I felt myself being pulled away from the wall and while I was still trying to breathe I was forced under the water.
I tried swimming up, but the person’s hands were on my shoulders still pushing me down. I kind of thought maybe it was Onew or something playing a joke, but I didn’t really think he would play such a mean joke. A few seconds later of struggling, the person let go. By the time I got to the surface I didn’t see anyone relatively close to me, but I didn’t really care at that moment. The only thing on my mind was the water flowing into my mouth as I choked on the air.
I don’t remember how I got there, but I was on the flooring around the pool now. I was coughing, my lungs burned with chlorine. I turned to see Minho just a few feet away from me, and it hurt to know he didn’t even see what had happened. The pain in my heart was much more than the burn in my lungs. I picked up my things, a person asked if I was ok, I nodded and left.
Minho asked why I left later that day, I told him I was bored. I felt invisible, why couldn’t he see me?
To this day, I still feel like I’m invisible. Minho, will you ever be able to see me?
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Uhh, h-hey everyone?? Been a while ** cough 3 months? cough ** First off all I'd like to thank (she also helped me fix errors I made at 1am) and for really kind of pushing me, without those two this chapter wouldn't have been up till like next week, lol!
I also really wanted to apologize to everyone. I know only a few people like my story, but I feel like I should write a short apology~ Everything kind of started when I had medical issues and had to deal with it for 2 weeks, and I kind of got out of writing? When I got better I was just so tired and lazy I just never really felt like writing. I tried writing, but I felt like I had writer's block. One of my friend's kind of became my muse, but then she ran off on me for Chris Brown(fuck you Chris, fuck you.) It was kind of during Tennessee's major flooding she stopped talking to me outside of school, well school ended tuesday for us so I'm kinda wondering when she's gonna come back down to earth? Anyways as I said the two above really kind of gave me a small push to help me move forward. I really wished I had more of a ready to work attitude, but I don't. I hope you all forgive me and continue to read till the very end 8)
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Meridanslair~
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