Pen Pals 4/?
Title: Pen Pals
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Pairings: 2min, (slight) Onkey
Genre: Romance, AU, Friendship
Summary: Minho finally gets to meet his pen pal of 5 years, Lee Taemin.
A/N: Other chapters are in my journal since I still can’t figure out how to do everything on lj yet :D
“I cannot believe this!” Kibum yelled angrily, kicking his car in frustration. It was 10:00 and the three were currently standing outside in the freezing cold, trying their best to think of a solution to their situation. Taemin wiped his nose and sniffled,
“Maybe you should call your parents, hyung.”
“This car is brand new, do you really think it’s smart to call my parents? You’ll be digging your own grave by doing that.” Taemin bit his lip, searching his brain for any other possible options.
“Try calling Jinki-hyung.” Taemin then breathed into his hands and rubbed them on his face, trying his best to keep himself warm. Kibum nodded and flipped open his phone, dialing Jinki’s number and holding the phone against his ear.
“Come on baby, pick up” He whined, anxiously stomping his feet. After waiting for a few seconds, Kibum frowned and slammed his phone angrily.
“No answer?” Asked Minho, leaning against the car and shoving his hands into his pockets. Kibum shook his head and angrily kicked his car for the fifth time that night. Minho sighed and leaned his head back, blowing out a puff of steam. “What should we do now? Know anybody else we could call?”
“Not really… you know anybody Taemin?” Taemin shook his head, hugging himself and wiping his runny nose. Kibum frowned, “We could always stay at a hotel.”
“You gonna pay for it?” Minho replied, snickering. Kibum gave him an irritated look and turned to Taemin. He opened his mouth as if to speak, only to be interrupted by Minho. “How about we split up and look for that hotel you were talking about? We can all pay.”
“We’re not in an episode of Scooby Doo, Minho.”
“I never said we were, Kibum. I’m just saying that it’s a possible option.”
“Splitting up is a stupid idea… one of us is bound to get raped or robbed if we do that.”
“Well we’re never gonna get anywhere if you keep bashing my ideas.” Kibum frowned and held out his hand,
“Give me your phone.” Minho raised an eyebrow questioningly, but handed his phone to him anyway. Kibum flipped it open and began clicking away; then shut it and thrust it into Minho’s open hand. “There. Now you have my number, just in case you get lost or whatever.” Minho nodded, glancing sideways at Taemin.
“Is he going by himself?”
“He’s not a baby you know.”
“It was only a question. He looks sort of freaked out, that’s all.”
“I don’t care, he can go with you. Just don’t molest him or anything.” Kibum replied, turning his attention to Taemin and smiling sweetly. Minho scoffed, what a total change of attitude. “Taeminnie, you going with Minho, okay?” Taemin frowned bit his lip, glancing sideways at Minho…he didn’t look too inviting.
“Can’t I go with you?”
“Taemin you’re either with him or you’re alone. Which one do you prefer?” Taemin whined and stomped his feet angrily,
“I hate you, hyung.”
“Stop being such a baby.” Kibum replied. He then turned to Minho, eyes narrowed, “Don’t let him out of your sight and stop being so antisocial… and creepy.”
“I’m not creepy. Antisocial? Yes. Creepy? No. Plus, my Korean is crappy, he won’t be able to understand me.”
“Just try.”
“Fine, whatever.” Minho answered, sighing. Kibum turned and started walking away, Taemin waving at his receding back. Minho stared at the person next to him for a couple seconds before grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the street with him, “Let’s go.”
Taemin jerked his hand away and stuffed it in his pocket,
“I’ll follow you, you don’t have to drag me like that.” Minho’s brow furrowed and Taemin could tell he was once again trying to translate his words. He sighed; sometimes he wished his friend could just understand him without difficulty. Silence filled the air for a couple minutes before Minho broke it,
“Kibum told me not to be-” he paused. “Kibum told me not to be-” Taemin tried hard not to giggle when Minho cursed; he was funny when he was frustrated.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Nothing! I’ll figure it out- just hold on for a second.”
“Okay then.” Minho frowned and clenched his fist, feeling his nails sink into his skin. How do you say antisocial in Korean? Shit. I’m not asking for any fucking help, that’s for sure… I can easily figure this out on my own.
“Whatever! He told me to talk to you, so I am. Satisfied?”
“I don’t care if you talk to me or not. Just because Kibum says something, doesn’t mean I think the same.” Minho didn’t answer and an awkward silence filled the air once again. Taemin blushed when the sound of his stomach could be heard and Minho turned to him, an eyebrow raised.
“Hungry?” Taemin nodded, hiding his red face from the older boy. Minho scanned the crowded street for some sort of restaurant for a couple of seconds, “Starbucks? Flying Biscuit?” He stopped and grinned, “Mickey D’s?”
“Mickey D’s?”
“McDonalds.”
“Oh… can we go to Starbucks please?”
“I’m fine with it.” Taemin smiled and grabbed Minho’s arm, dragging him through the crowd and to the Starbucks across the street. The two wiped their feet on the mat at the door and walked inside, the chime on the door ringing as the door opened. They found themselves a table, Minho pulling Taemin’s chair out for him.
“I’ll go order… what do you want?”
“Mocha Frappechino, please.” Minho gave Taemin a thumbs up and walked to the counter, Taemin studying him as he walked away. I wonder if he has a girlfriend? He’s pretty good looking… I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. He also has a pretty nice ass- wait a second. No. No way. Okay! Stopping now.
Minho handed the woman a handful of money and smiled politely when she woman gave him his change. He counted to make sure it was correct and was about to walk to his and Taemin’s table when the woman tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a sickly sweet smile.
“You two are a very cute couple.” He forced a smile and responded, through his teeth,
“Thanks.” Minho turned away and shoved the change into his pocket, grinding his teeth, what the hell? Is that woman insane? He then walked back to the table and sat across from his supposed ‘boyfriend’, deciding it was best not to mention it to him.
“You okay?”
“What- me? Oh I’m fine.”
“You look kinda pissed, not that that’s a new thing for you or anything.” Taemin said, earning him a punch on the arm.
“Two Grande Mocha Frappechinos for Choi Minho and Lee Taemin!” Minho stood up and walked to the counter, grabbing the two drinks off the counter. He jogged over to their table and sat, sliding Tamein’s drink to him across the table. Taemin grabbed it and grinned, licking the stray whipped cream from the side of the cup. Minho froze, drink hovering centimeters away from his lips, what is he doing? Taemin looked up, whipped cream smeared across his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Minho shook his head and took a sip of his drink,
“Nothing.” Taemin shrugged and continued; apparently he thought drinking a frappechino was some sort of process. Minho watched with a pained facial expression, occasionally taking sips of his drink. He watched as Taemin sucked lightly on the straw, just enough so that some drink peeked out from the tip of the straw. He then licked it off, sucking on the straw again. Minho flinched; did he just… bite it? It felt as though hours passed before Taemin finished, Minho let out a sigh of relief as the boy across from him sucked up the very last drop of it and threw it away.
“I’m done, hyung.” He said cheerfully, the caffine obviously starting to kick in. He then eyed Minho’s drink, raising an eyebrow. Minho frowned,
“What? Aw… shit.” It had melted. He stood up, ready to throw the drink away. Before he could walk away though, Taemin stopped him.
“I’ll drink it, I don’t mind it it’s melted.” Minho shrugged and held the drink out, wait. On second thought, let’s not go through that again. He pulled the drink back towards him before Taemin could take it,
“Never mind. I had a cold recently, wouldn’t want you to get sick.” Ignoring Taemin’s expression as he tossed the melted drink into the trashcan. “Let’s get going” he said, heading out the door. Taemin followed; obviously disappointed he wouldn’t be getting the older boy’s drink.
The two were once again walking down the street, regretting the frozen drinks they had just gotten and wishing they’d gotten something like hot chocolate instead. They were both shivering, despite the fact they both had jackets on them and it had started snowing. Taemin sniffled,
“Why aren’t there any hotels around here? This is so retarded.”
“I don’t now what that last sentence meant.”
“It doesn’t matter. Can’t we just go home?” Minho paused, translating what he was going to say as best he could.
“We don’t have a car. Your parents aren’t here this weekend and Kibum’s will be angry. We don’t really have a choice. Has he called you? Maybe you should check.” Taemin nodded and flipped open his cell phone, pressing a couple buttons and holding it to his ear. He listened to the message for a couple seconds before taking the phone from his ear and started to call him back when a man suddenly ran past them, bumping into Taemin as he ran by. Taemin let out a cry of alarm as the phone flew from his hands; it all just went downhill from there. The phone hit the ground with a crack; Minho bent down to pick it up. He held it out to Taemin with a sympathetic look. The phone’s screen had a crack down the middle and when he attempted to turn it on, the screen lit up for a second before going black.
“Well good thing we have your phone.”
“Mine’s dead.”
“Why didn’t you say anything!?”
“I thought we would have yours.” Taemin groaned,
“Now what?”
“I guess we should find a place to stay… then we can call Kibum from there?”
“Alright, let’s go.”
xxXXXxx
Kibum frowned, Taemin hadn’t answered his calls and Minho hadn’t called either. Where were they?
“Baby, I’m sure they’re okay.” Said the man next to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and humming a tune softly.
“You better be telling the truth Jinki.”
“I always do.”
“I’m not sure I can trust the man who fell down the steps last week because he was ‘trying to get his chicken out of the oven’ and when he actually did get there, he burned his hand trying to get it out.’”
“It was going to overcook!”
Kibum sighed and let his head rest on the older man’s chest, “I’m just worried. If Taemin had answered the phone we all would be at your house by now, watching a movie or something.”
“I know; it’ll be okay. Don’t worry.” Jinki replied, running his hands through Kibums hair lovingly.
“I don’t deserve you. You know that, right?”
“Even if you didn’t, I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”
“Your so cheesy, Jinki.”
“You know you secretly love it.” Kibum smiled for the first time in several hours,
“You just keep telling yourself that.” Jinki laughed, hoping that Kibum’s friends would magically show up and make all of his worries disappear.
xxXXXxx
“Is that a hotel over there?” Taemin asked, pointing at a run-down building across the street. Minho shrugged and looked,
“I guess so, doesn’t look too safe though.”
“I think it’s all we’re going to get, Minho.”
“Alrighty then.” Minho replied jogging across the street and stopping at the front steps, Taemin right behind. He frowned; the building’s parking lot had maybe 4 cars? That’s it? Not only that, but the only way to access the rooms was by going through the doors… that were outside. Now, Choi Minho didn’t have anything against motels, it just so happened that he had never actually stayed in one and it wasn’t like he could just head over to the Hilton next door. This was their only option. Taemin stood beside Minho and grimaced, this didn’t look to promising.
“I can’t believe this is our only option.” They said in unison. Minho turned to the other boy and gave him a half-hearted smile and pushed the door open. The man at the desk was asleep, snoring and had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Taemin looked at Minho, opened his mouth and pointing his finger inside, disgusted. He chuckled in response and strode forward, ringing the desk’s bell. The man jerked awake, snorting.
“Wasswrong?” He muttered, opening his eyes for a couple of seconds before falling half asleep again. Taemin smirked,
“Sir, we’re in a dire situation here and would like a room to stay in.” The man woke again, eyelids drooping, barely awake.
“Fire situation?” he muttered. Taemin frowned,
“Um, no sir. I said dire, dire situa-”
“Theresa Fire? FIRE!? EVERBODY NEDSTA GET OUT!” The man interrupted, now yelling, obviously misunderstanding. Taemin covered his ears and flinched,
“NO SIR! I SAID DIRE! DIRE!”
“FIRE! FIRE! Fire… getouttahere… everybody… out” The man bellowed. He trailed off towards the end, and then fell asleep once again.
“I think he may be drunk, Taemin.” Minho suddenly said, causing him to jump.
“I agree. Now what?”
“I steal a room key. That’s what.” He replied, hopping over the desk and digging through the contents under it. Taemin opened his mouth, starting to object, but closed it. Maybe it would be better to just go with the flow.
A/N: Okay… so I’m not really satisfied with the end of this chapter. I have an idea for a new story, so it might be taking up my brain space or something… lol. Hope you enjoyed it anyway. Do comment please ☺
Btw… don’t stop reading if this chapter made you bored. Cuz the next chapter might involve something like -cough- fighting -cough- violence -cough- & all that jazz, so if you enjoy that kind of thing… keep reading :D
(In case you didn’t notice, I changed the rating. Lol. I don’t think this is gonna stay as innocent as I had planned it to be)
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Pairings: 2min, (slight) Onkey
Genre: Romance, AU, Friendship
Summary: Minho finally gets to meet his pen pal of 5 years, Lee Taemin.
A/N: Other chapters are in my journal since I still can’t figure out how to do everything on lj yet :D
“I cannot believe this!” Kibum yelled angrily, kicking his car in frustration. It was 10:00 and the three were currently standing outside in the freezing cold, trying their best to think of a solution to their situation. Taemin wiped his nose and sniffled,
“Maybe you should call your parents, hyung.”
“This car is brand new, do you really think it’s smart to call my parents? You’ll be digging your own grave by doing that.” Taemin bit his lip, searching his brain for any other possible options.
“Try calling Jinki-hyung.” Taemin then breathed into his hands and rubbed them on his face, trying his best to keep himself warm. Kibum nodded and flipped open his phone, dialing Jinki’s number and holding the phone against his ear.
“Come on baby, pick up” He whined, anxiously stomping his feet. After waiting for a few seconds, Kibum frowned and slammed his phone angrily.
“No answer?” Asked Minho, leaning against the car and shoving his hands into his pockets. Kibum shook his head and angrily kicked his car for the fifth time that night. Minho sighed and leaned his head back, blowing out a puff of steam. “What should we do now? Know anybody else we could call?”
“Not really… you know anybody Taemin?” Taemin shook his head, hugging himself and wiping his runny nose. Kibum frowned, “We could always stay at a hotel.”
“You gonna pay for it?” Minho replied, snickering. Kibum gave him an irritated look and turned to Taemin. He opened his mouth as if to speak, only to be interrupted by Minho. “How about we split up and look for that hotel you were talking about? We can all pay.”
“We’re not in an episode of Scooby Doo, Minho.”
“I never said we were, Kibum. I’m just saying that it’s a possible option.”
“Splitting up is a stupid idea… one of us is bound to get raped or robbed if we do that.”
“Well we’re never gonna get anywhere if you keep bashing my ideas.” Kibum frowned and held out his hand,
“Give me your phone.” Minho raised an eyebrow questioningly, but handed his phone to him anyway. Kibum flipped it open and began clicking away; then shut it and thrust it into Minho’s open hand. “There. Now you have my number, just in case you get lost or whatever.” Minho nodded, glancing sideways at Taemin.
“Is he going by himself?”
“He’s not a baby you know.”
“It was only a question. He looks sort of freaked out, that’s all.”
“I don’t care, he can go with you. Just don’t molest him or anything.” Kibum replied, turning his attention to Taemin and smiling sweetly. Minho scoffed, what a total change of attitude. “Taeminnie, you going with Minho, okay?” Taemin frowned bit his lip, glancing sideways at Minho…he didn’t look too inviting.
“Can’t I go with you?”
“Taemin you’re either with him or you’re alone. Which one do you prefer?” Taemin whined and stomped his feet angrily,
“I hate you, hyung.”
“Stop being such a baby.” Kibum replied. He then turned to Minho, eyes narrowed, “Don’t let him out of your sight and stop being so antisocial… and creepy.”
“I’m not creepy. Antisocial? Yes. Creepy? No. Plus, my Korean is crappy, he won’t be able to understand me.”
“Just try.”
“Fine, whatever.” Minho answered, sighing. Kibum turned and started walking away, Taemin waving at his receding back. Minho stared at the person next to him for a couple seconds before grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the street with him, “Let’s go.”
Taemin jerked his hand away and stuffed it in his pocket,
“I’ll follow you, you don’t have to drag me like that.” Minho’s brow furrowed and Taemin could tell he was once again trying to translate his words. He sighed; sometimes he wished his friend could just understand him without difficulty. Silence filled the air for a couple minutes before Minho broke it,
“Kibum told me not to be-” he paused. “Kibum told me not to be-” Taemin tried hard not to giggle when Minho cursed; he was funny when he was frustrated.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Nothing! I’ll figure it out- just hold on for a second.”
“Okay then.” Minho frowned and clenched his fist, feeling his nails sink into his skin. How do you say antisocial in Korean? Shit. I’m not asking for any fucking help, that’s for sure… I can easily figure this out on my own.
“Whatever! He told me to talk to you, so I am. Satisfied?”
“I don’t care if you talk to me or not. Just because Kibum says something, doesn’t mean I think the same.” Minho didn’t answer and an awkward silence filled the air once again. Taemin blushed when the sound of his stomach could be heard and Minho turned to him, an eyebrow raised.
“Hungry?” Taemin nodded, hiding his red face from the older boy. Minho scanned the crowded street for some sort of restaurant for a couple of seconds, “Starbucks? Flying Biscuit?” He stopped and grinned, “Mickey D’s?”
“Mickey D’s?”
“McDonalds.”
“Oh… can we go to Starbucks please?”
“I’m fine with it.” Taemin smiled and grabbed Minho’s arm, dragging him through the crowd and to the Starbucks across the street. The two wiped their feet on the mat at the door and walked inside, the chime on the door ringing as the door opened. They found themselves a table, Minho pulling Taemin’s chair out for him.
“I’ll go order… what do you want?”
“Mocha Frappechino, please.” Minho gave Taemin a thumbs up and walked to the counter, Taemin studying him as he walked away. I wonder if he has a girlfriend? He’s pretty good looking… I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. He also has a pretty nice ass- wait a second. No. No way. Okay! Stopping now.
Minho handed the woman a handful of money and smiled politely when she woman gave him his change. He counted to make sure it was correct and was about to walk to his and Taemin’s table when the woman tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a sickly sweet smile.
“You two are a very cute couple.” He forced a smile and responded, through his teeth,
“Thanks.” Minho turned away and shoved the change into his pocket, grinding his teeth, what the hell? Is that woman insane? He then walked back to the table and sat across from his supposed ‘boyfriend’, deciding it was best not to mention it to him.
“You okay?”
“What- me? Oh I’m fine.”
“You look kinda pissed, not that that’s a new thing for you or anything.” Taemin said, earning him a punch on the arm.
“Two Grande Mocha Frappechinos for Choi Minho and Lee Taemin!” Minho stood up and walked to the counter, grabbing the two drinks off the counter. He jogged over to their table and sat, sliding Tamein’s drink to him across the table. Taemin grabbed it and grinned, licking the stray whipped cream from the side of the cup. Minho froze, drink hovering centimeters away from his lips, what is he doing? Taemin looked up, whipped cream smeared across his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Minho shook his head and took a sip of his drink,
“Nothing.” Taemin shrugged and continued; apparently he thought drinking a frappechino was some sort of process. Minho watched with a pained facial expression, occasionally taking sips of his drink. He watched as Taemin sucked lightly on the straw, just enough so that some drink peeked out from the tip of the straw. He then licked it off, sucking on the straw again. Minho flinched; did he just… bite it? It felt as though hours passed before Taemin finished, Minho let out a sigh of relief as the boy across from him sucked up the very last drop of it and threw it away.
“I’m done, hyung.” He said cheerfully, the caffine obviously starting to kick in. He then eyed Minho’s drink, raising an eyebrow. Minho frowned,
“What? Aw… shit.” It had melted. He stood up, ready to throw the drink away. Before he could walk away though, Taemin stopped him.
“I’ll drink it, I don’t mind it it’s melted.” Minho shrugged and held the drink out, wait. On second thought, let’s not go through that again. He pulled the drink back towards him before Taemin could take it,
“Never mind. I had a cold recently, wouldn’t want you to get sick.” Ignoring Taemin’s expression as he tossed the melted drink into the trashcan. “Let’s get going” he said, heading out the door. Taemin followed; obviously disappointed he wouldn’t be getting the older boy’s drink.
The two were once again walking down the street, regretting the frozen drinks they had just gotten and wishing they’d gotten something like hot chocolate instead. They were both shivering, despite the fact they both had jackets on them and it had started snowing. Taemin sniffled,
“Why aren’t there any hotels around here? This is so retarded.”
“I don’t now what that last sentence meant.”
“It doesn’t matter. Can’t we just go home?” Minho paused, translating what he was going to say as best he could.
“We don’t have a car. Your parents aren’t here this weekend and Kibum’s will be angry. We don’t really have a choice. Has he called you? Maybe you should check.” Taemin nodded and flipped open his cell phone, pressing a couple buttons and holding it to his ear. He listened to the message for a couple seconds before taking the phone from his ear and started to call him back when a man suddenly ran past them, bumping into Taemin as he ran by. Taemin let out a cry of alarm as the phone flew from his hands; it all just went downhill from there. The phone hit the ground with a crack; Minho bent down to pick it up. He held it out to Taemin with a sympathetic look. The phone’s screen had a crack down the middle and when he attempted to turn it on, the screen lit up for a second before going black.
“Well good thing we have your phone.”
“Mine’s dead.”
“Why didn’t you say anything!?”
“I thought we would have yours.” Taemin groaned,
“Now what?”
“I guess we should find a place to stay… then we can call Kibum from there?”
“Alright, let’s go.”
xxXXXxx
Kibum frowned, Taemin hadn’t answered his calls and Minho hadn’t called either. Where were they?
“Baby, I’m sure they’re okay.” Said the man next to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and humming a tune softly.
“You better be telling the truth Jinki.”
“I always do.”
“I’m not sure I can trust the man who fell down the steps last week because he was ‘trying to get his chicken out of the oven’ and when he actually did get there, he burned his hand trying to get it out.’”
“It was going to overcook!”
Kibum sighed and let his head rest on the older man’s chest, “I’m just worried. If Taemin had answered the phone we all would be at your house by now, watching a movie or something.”
“I know; it’ll be okay. Don’t worry.” Jinki replied, running his hands through Kibums hair lovingly.
“I don’t deserve you. You know that, right?”
“Even if you didn’t, I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”
“Your so cheesy, Jinki.”
“You know you secretly love it.” Kibum smiled for the first time in several hours,
“You just keep telling yourself that.” Jinki laughed, hoping that Kibum’s friends would magically show up and make all of his worries disappear.
xxXXXxx
“Is that a hotel over there?” Taemin asked, pointing at a run-down building across the street. Minho shrugged and looked,
“I guess so, doesn’t look too safe though.”
“I think it’s all we’re going to get, Minho.”
“Alrighty then.” Minho replied jogging across the street and stopping at the front steps, Taemin right behind. He frowned; the building’s parking lot had maybe 4 cars? That’s it? Not only that, but the only way to access the rooms was by going through the doors… that were outside. Now, Choi Minho didn’t have anything against motels, it just so happened that he had never actually stayed in one and it wasn’t like he could just head over to the Hilton next door. This was their only option. Taemin stood beside Minho and grimaced, this didn’t look to promising.
“I can’t believe this is our only option.” They said in unison. Minho turned to the other boy and gave him a half-hearted smile and pushed the door open. The man at the desk was asleep, snoring and had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Taemin looked at Minho, opened his mouth and pointing his finger inside, disgusted. He chuckled in response and strode forward, ringing the desk’s bell. The man jerked awake, snorting.
“Wasswrong?” He muttered, opening his eyes for a couple of seconds before falling half asleep again. Taemin smirked,
“Sir, we’re in a dire situation here and would like a room to stay in.” The man woke again, eyelids drooping, barely awake.
“Fire situation?” he muttered. Taemin frowned,
“Um, no sir. I said dire, dire situa-”
“Theresa Fire? FIRE!? EVERBODY NEDSTA GET OUT!” The man interrupted, now yelling, obviously misunderstanding. Taemin covered his ears and flinched,
“NO SIR! I SAID DIRE! DIRE!”
“FIRE! FIRE! Fire… getouttahere… everybody… out” The man bellowed. He trailed off towards the end, and then fell asleep once again.
“I think he may be drunk, Taemin.” Minho suddenly said, causing him to jump.
“I agree. Now what?”
“I steal a room key. That’s what.” He replied, hopping over the desk and digging through the contents under it. Taemin opened his mouth, starting to object, but closed it. Maybe it would be better to just go with the flow.
A/N: Okay… so I’m not really satisfied with the end of this chapter. I have an idea for a new story, so it might be taking up my brain space or something… lol. Hope you enjoyed it anyway. Do comment please ☺
Btw… don’t stop reading if this chapter made you bored. Cuz the next chapter might involve something like -cough- fighting -cough- violence -cough- & all that jazz, so if you enjoy that kind of thing… keep reading :D
(In case you didn’t notice, I changed the rating. Lol. I don’t think this is gonna stay as innocent as I had planned it to be)