Penpals 1/?
Title: Pen pals
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG
Pairings: 2min
Genre: Friendship, (slight) Romance, AU
Summary: Minho finally gets to meet his pen pal of 5 years, Lee Taemin.
Pen Pals
Minho ran off the plane jumping for joy, today was the day he would finally meet his childhood pen pal, Lee Taemin. He’d seen pictures of course and they had even spoken on the phone quite a bit, but those wouldn’t be nearly as exciting as meeting him in person would be. Once he entered the airport Minho dug around in his pocket a bit, searching for the picture of Taemin he had gotten years ago.
xxXXXxx
5 years ago a young Choi Minho sat, curled up inside a beanbag in the corner of his room, reading a book. The room was quite cozy and warm, and snow could be seen falling gently outside of the foggy window across the room. He lifted his head when his mother knocked lightly on the door. “Sweetheart?” She asked gently, peeking inside the room and searching for her son.
“Not now mom, I’m at the best part!” He replied excitedly, snuggling up against the beanbag and reading his book once again.
“It’ll only take a second, honey.” She said, a soft smile on her face. Minho reluctantly looked up from his book and made eye contact with her, nodding slightly.
“Do you remember my childhood friend, Mrs. Lee? She has a son around your age and I thought it might be a good idea for you to write letters to each other this year!” Minho groaned in response,
“Mom, I know you think I don’t have enough friends, but I really don’t need to be writing to some kid in Korea. I don’t even think you can consider that a friend.” Minho replied, returning to his book. His mother frowned slightly and spoke once again,
“From what I hear, he seems quite lonely and I think it would be good if you two would write letters… even if it’s just for a little while. Mrs. Lee said he knows some English, so you wouldn’t even have to write in Korean.” She replied. Minho had barely any friends and even if the boy lived in Korea, she hoped maybe even one more friend would make her son happier. It seemed like all he ever did these days was sit in his room and read books.
Minho rolled his eyes and shut his book.
“What do you want me to say in the letter, mom?” His mother smiled and gave wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“That’s my boy, going out and making friends.” She said happily into his hair and lightly kissing the top of his head. Minho rolled his eyes and sighed at his mom being so overexcited. She released him after a couple of seconds and started to leave the room,
“Just say anything, I’m sure it’ll make him happy.” She said cheerfully, then closing his bedroom door.
Minho spent the rest of his day writing a very polite and long letter to Lee Taemin.
“Aha! Here it is!” Minho said, quite loudly once he had found the picture, maybe even causing a couple people to stare. He then held the picture up and scanned the crowed area for somebody with a matching face.
xxXXXxx
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Taemin stood with his best friend Kibum, searching for his pen pal as well. He could remember the day he had gotten his first letter, it was almost as if it had happened yesterday.
5 years ago, a thirteen-year-old Taemin was running outside with his next-door neighbor, Kim Kibum. They had been playing soccer for almost an hour now, and his nose was beet red from the cold.
“Hyuung… can we go inside now? It’s so cold out here!” He said, sniffling occasionally. The other boy turned and made a face,
“And whose idea was it to come play out here in the 2 degree weather in the first place? I know for sure it wasn’t me.” Taemin pouted and stomped his feet a bit,
“But hyuung! You’re too good anyway… I could never beat you.” Kibum smiled haughtily and replied,
“Well, that’s true. Nobody can beat the Almighty Key- Hey! Don’t you dare try to make me give up by flattering me like that! Your such an evil child!” Taemin giggled and grabbed a handful of snow from beneath his feet. Kibum’s eyes widened in realization… this little boy was going to throw snow at his beautiful face!
“I don’t think so you little-!” He fell to the ground when the snow hit him smack dab on the nose.
“You talk to much, hyung!” Said Taemin, laughing like there was no tomorrow. He ran and kicked the ball away from Kibum before he even had a chance to get up. But before he could score his first goal of the game, his mother shouted to them from inside the house.
“Boys! Come inside before you die of hypothermia!” Taemin smiled and began to run to his house, the whole game of soccer completely forgotten.
“I bet I can beat you inside, hyung!” He chirped cutely. Then running as fast as he possibly could, His scarf flapping behind him in the wind.
“I don’t think so!” replied a laughing Kibum, who then ran after the younger boy.
xxXXXxx
Taemin’s mother was washing dishes after Taemin and Kibum had eaten their lunch. The sound of the water running was steady and therapeutic, and was slowing lulling both boys to sleep.
“Boys, I know you just ate and have been running around outside for almost an hour… but you wouldn’t want to fall asleep before I give Taemin his present, now would you?” Taemin’s head shot up as soon as the word ‘present’ left his mother’s lips.
“Present? Did the skateboard I ordered finally come in the mail?” His mother shook her head and replied, happily,
“Nope! Taemin, do you remember my friend who lives in America?” Taemin nodded slightly, not seeing where this was going.
“Her son, Choi Minho, wrote you a letter! It came in the mail today!” Taemin raised an eyebrow,
“That’s it?”
“What do you mean ‘that’s it’? This is a great opportunity to make new friends, honey, and I expect you to take it!” His mother replied, frowning at her son’s unexcited face. Key then lifted his head off the table and said sweetly,
“Well I defiantly want to see it! Can I look at it please?” Taemin’s mother smiled and dried her hands off with a nearby towel,
“Sure thing, I’ll be right back.” She replied, beaming.
Kibum gave Taemin a weird look and said, “Why are you so depressed? This guy could be really hot! You may be thirteen now, but when you get a little older your going to need at least a couple options! I don’t give a crap if he lives in America you can march right over there and- “
“Hyung!” Taemin shouted, absolutely horrified at the thought of possibly dating Minho.
“What!? It makes sense…” The other boy mumbled, crossing his arms. Taemin’s mother rushed in at that point, happily clutching Minho’s letter in her hand.
“Here you go boys!” She said, handing them the letter. Kibum giggled in a very feminine manner and grabbed Taemin’s wrist, pulling slightly.
“Thank you! C’mon Taemin, let’s go read it!” he said, excitedly dragging Taemin into his room. Once Kibum had flung Taemin in the room, he closed the door, then sat on Taemin’s bed. He was already ripping the letter open.
“Taemin get your butt over here.” He said, jerking Taemin’s hand and causing him to fall onto the bed next to him. Kibum slid the letter out of the envelope and began unfolding it, gasping when a separate paper fell from the folds of the letter. He turned to Taemin,
“A picture!” He thrust the letter into Taemin’s hands and snatched the picture from where it had landed. He looked at it for a couple of seconds and whistled,
“I think he may be on the list for possible boyfriends Taeminnie.” Taemin stuck his tongue out and silently mouthed the word ‘creep’, then tore the picture from Kibum’s grasp and looked at it.
“He is good-looking… but that doesn’t mean I’m going to date him. And what makes you think I’m going to be dating a man in the first place!?” Kibum sighed and took the picture from Taemin, placing it on the blanket beside him.
“All I’m saying is that if you do decide to date a couple of guys, he should definitely be one of them.” Taemin just rolled his and picked up the neglected letter. Once he had unfolded it though, he frowned.
“It’s all in English.”
“Well lucky for you, you have the Almighty Key to translate. Now give it to me.” Kibum took the letter from Taemin and began to read it out loud…
Taemin spent the next 5 years of his life writing secret letters to Choi Minho.
xxXXXxx
Taemin gasped and maybe even started to hyperventilate when he spotted Minho across the room.
“Hyung… it’s him. It’s Minho!” Kibum turned and squealed with glee at the sight of his friend’s pen pal. He turned to Taemin smiling, but suddenly frowned.
“What is it? Is it my hair- oh my gosh I can’t let Minho see me with my hair ugly like this!” Taemin shouted, frantically patting down his hair in an attempt to make it lay flat. Kibum then pushed Taemin into a nearby restroom and set to work.
After a several products had been applied to Taemin’s face and hair and he had a nice long pep talk with Kibum, he was ready to meet Minho. He took and deep breath and put a smile on his face. Taemin then ran out of the airport’s restroom and began shouting to Minho, who was now all the way on the other side of the room searching for his pen pal.
“Minho hyung! Hyung!” The boy across the hall turned at the shouting and grinned when he realized that this was the person he had been looking for. Minho then grabbed his luggage and began weaving his way in and out of the crowd towards Taemin.
Taemin rushed to Minho and flung his arms around the older boy. Minho dropped his things in surprise, but smiled when he realized that he liked the feeling Taemin’s hug gave him. Minho awkwardly wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug.
“Taemin?” he asked nervously. You can never be too sure, he honestly didn’t want to be hugging some random stranger in the middle of the airport. Taemin reluctantly released Minho and nodded furiously. Minho gave Taemin a blinding smile and said (in Korean),
“I’m sorry, my Korean isn’t too great… but hopefully it will improve while I stay here.” Taemin giggled and replied cheerfully,
‘That’s okay, I have someone who can translate.” The forgotten boy standing next to Taemin squeezed in between the two and held out his hand,
“Kim Kibum.” Minho grasped the boy’s hand and replied, warmly,
“Choi Minho, pleasure to meet you.” Kibum stared at Minho, practically raping the poor boy with his eyes. He then gave a small nod of approval,
“You seem like you could satisfy my Taeminnie.” Minho rubbed his sweating palms on the sides of his pants and replied shakily,
“T-thanks? I guess?” Taemin looked at the horrified facial expression Minho was making and decided it might be best to leave now. He attached himself to Minho’s free arm and started leading him out of the crowed building.
Minho gave Taemin a shaky smile as they were walking, hoping that the little English Taemin knew had nothing to do with what Kibum had just told him. He then frowned and began anxiously chewing his bottom lip when the two started angrily whispering to each other in fluent Korean.
“What did you say to him, hyung?”
“Why so upset? I didn’t say anything to him!”
“I would say I believe you, but I honestly don’t.”
“Ok so I may have said something about satisfying you… but he totally overreacted!” Taemin turned to his clueless friend next to him and smiled,
“Just ignore him.” Minho returned the smile, laughing at the whole scene. Taemin jumped at the strange sensation that shot through him when he saw Minho’s smile. He then tightened his grip Minho’s arm and continued walking, occasionally looking at the older boy. He could feel his face burning and turned his head away, praying that Minho wouldn’t see.
Minho glanced sideways at the boy currently attached to his arm and smiled softly at Taemin’s attempt to hide his face.
I have a feeling I’m really going to enjoy this.
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG
Pairings: 2min
Genre: Friendship, (slight) Romance, AU
Summary: Minho finally gets to meet his pen pal of 5 years, Lee Taemin.
Pen Pals
Minho ran off the plane jumping for joy, today was the day he would finally meet his childhood pen pal, Lee Taemin. He’d seen pictures of course and they had even spoken on the phone quite a bit, but those wouldn’t be nearly as exciting as meeting him in person would be. Once he entered the airport Minho dug around in his pocket a bit, searching for the picture of Taemin he had gotten years ago.
xxXXXxx
5 years ago a young Choi Minho sat, curled up inside a beanbag in the corner of his room, reading a book. The room was quite cozy and warm, and snow could be seen falling gently outside of the foggy window across the room. He lifted his head when his mother knocked lightly on the door. “Sweetheart?” She asked gently, peeking inside the room and searching for her son.
“Not now mom, I’m at the best part!” He replied excitedly, snuggling up against the beanbag and reading his book once again.
“It’ll only take a second, honey.” She said, a soft smile on her face. Minho reluctantly looked up from his book and made eye contact with her, nodding slightly.
“Do you remember my childhood friend, Mrs. Lee? She has a son around your age and I thought it might be a good idea for you to write letters to each other this year!” Minho groaned in response,
“Mom, I know you think I don’t have enough friends, but I really don’t need to be writing to some kid in Korea. I don’t even think you can consider that a friend.” Minho replied, returning to his book. His mother frowned slightly and spoke once again,
“From what I hear, he seems quite lonely and I think it would be good if you two would write letters… even if it’s just for a little while. Mrs. Lee said he knows some English, so you wouldn’t even have to write in Korean.” She replied. Minho had barely any friends and even if the boy lived in Korea, she hoped maybe even one more friend would make her son happier. It seemed like all he ever did these days was sit in his room and read books.
Minho rolled his eyes and shut his book.
“What do you want me to say in the letter, mom?” His mother smiled and gave wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“That’s my boy, going out and making friends.” She said happily into his hair and lightly kissing the top of his head. Minho rolled his eyes and sighed at his mom being so overexcited. She released him after a couple of seconds and started to leave the room,
“Just say anything, I’m sure it’ll make him happy.” She said cheerfully, then closing his bedroom door.
Minho spent the rest of his day writing a very polite and long letter to Lee Taemin.
“Aha! Here it is!” Minho said, quite loudly once he had found the picture, maybe even causing a couple people to stare. He then held the picture up and scanned the crowed area for somebody with a matching face.
xxXXXxx
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Taemin stood with his best friend Kibum, searching for his pen pal as well. He could remember the day he had gotten his first letter, it was almost as if it had happened yesterday.
5 years ago, a thirteen-year-old Taemin was running outside with his next-door neighbor, Kim Kibum. They had been playing soccer for almost an hour now, and his nose was beet red from the cold.
“Hyuung… can we go inside now? It’s so cold out here!” He said, sniffling occasionally. The other boy turned and made a face,
“And whose idea was it to come play out here in the 2 degree weather in the first place? I know for sure it wasn’t me.” Taemin pouted and stomped his feet a bit,
“But hyuung! You’re too good anyway… I could never beat you.” Kibum smiled haughtily and replied,
“Well, that’s true. Nobody can beat the Almighty Key- Hey! Don’t you dare try to make me give up by flattering me like that! Your such an evil child!” Taemin giggled and grabbed a handful of snow from beneath his feet. Kibum’s eyes widened in realization… this little boy was going to throw snow at his beautiful face!
“I don’t think so you little-!” He fell to the ground when the snow hit him smack dab on the nose.
“You talk to much, hyung!” Said Taemin, laughing like there was no tomorrow. He ran and kicked the ball away from Kibum before he even had a chance to get up. But before he could score his first goal of the game, his mother shouted to them from inside the house.
“Boys! Come inside before you die of hypothermia!” Taemin smiled and began to run to his house, the whole game of soccer completely forgotten.
“I bet I can beat you inside, hyung!” He chirped cutely. Then running as fast as he possibly could, His scarf flapping behind him in the wind.
“I don’t think so!” replied a laughing Kibum, who then ran after the younger boy.
xxXXXxx
Taemin’s mother was washing dishes after Taemin and Kibum had eaten their lunch. The sound of the water running was steady and therapeutic, and was slowing lulling both boys to sleep.
“Boys, I know you just ate and have been running around outside for almost an hour… but you wouldn’t want to fall asleep before I give Taemin his present, now would you?” Taemin’s head shot up as soon as the word ‘present’ left his mother’s lips.
“Present? Did the skateboard I ordered finally come in the mail?” His mother shook her head and replied, happily,
“Nope! Taemin, do you remember my friend who lives in America?” Taemin nodded slightly, not seeing where this was going.
“Her son, Choi Minho, wrote you a letter! It came in the mail today!” Taemin raised an eyebrow,
“That’s it?”
“What do you mean ‘that’s it’? This is a great opportunity to make new friends, honey, and I expect you to take it!” His mother replied, frowning at her son’s unexcited face. Key then lifted his head off the table and said sweetly,
“Well I defiantly want to see it! Can I look at it please?” Taemin’s mother smiled and dried her hands off with a nearby towel,
“Sure thing, I’ll be right back.” She replied, beaming.
Kibum gave Taemin a weird look and said, “Why are you so depressed? This guy could be really hot! You may be thirteen now, but when you get a little older your going to need at least a couple options! I don’t give a crap if he lives in America you can march right over there and- “
“Hyung!” Taemin shouted, absolutely horrified at the thought of possibly dating Minho.
“What!? It makes sense…” The other boy mumbled, crossing his arms. Taemin’s mother rushed in at that point, happily clutching Minho’s letter in her hand.
“Here you go boys!” She said, handing them the letter. Kibum giggled in a very feminine manner and grabbed Taemin’s wrist, pulling slightly.
“Thank you! C’mon Taemin, let’s go read it!” he said, excitedly dragging Taemin into his room. Once Kibum had flung Taemin in the room, he closed the door, then sat on Taemin’s bed. He was already ripping the letter open.
“Taemin get your butt over here.” He said, jerking Taemin’s hand and causing him to fall onto the bed next to him. Kibum slid the letter out of the envelope and began unfolding it, gasping when a separate paper fell from the folds of the letter. He turned to Taemin,
“A picture!” He thrust the letter into Taemin’s hands and snatched the picture from where it had landed. He looked at it for a couple of seconds and whistled,
“I think he may be on the list for possible boyfriends Taeminnie.” Taemin stuck his tongue out and silently mouthed the word ‘creep’, then tore the picture from Kibum’s grasp and looked at it.
“He is good-looking… but that doesn’t mean I’m going to date him. And what makes you think I’m going to be dating a man in the first place!?” Kibum sighed and took the picture from Taemin, placing it on the blanket beside him.
“All I’m saying is that if you do decide to date a couple of guys, he should definitely be one of them.” Taemin just rolled his and picked up the neglected letter. Once he had unfolded it though, he frowned.
“It’s all in English.”
“Well lucky for you, you have the Almighty Key to translate. Now give it to me.” Kibum took the letter from Taemin and began to read it out loud…
Taemin spent the next 5 years of his life writing secret letters to Choi Minho.
xxXXXxx
Taemin gasped and maybe even started to hyperventilate when he spotted Minho across the room.
“Hyung… it’s him. It’s Minho!” Kibum turned and squealed with glee at the sight of his friend’s pen pal. He turned to Taemin smiling, but suddenly frowned.
“What is it? Is it my hair- oh my gosh I can’t let Minho see me with my hair ugly like this!” Taemin shouted, frantically patting down his hair in an attempt to make it lay flat. Kibum then pushed Taemin into a nearby restroom and set to work.
After a several products had been applied to Taemin’s face and hair and he had a nice long pep talk with Kibum, he was ready to meet Minho. He took and deep breath and put a smile on his face. Taemin then ran out of the airport’s restroom and began shouting to Minho, who was now all the way on the other side of the room searching for his pen pal.
“Minho hyung! Hyung!” The boy across the hall turned at the shouting and grinned when he realized that this was the person he had been looking for. Minho then grabbed his luggage and began weaving his way in and out of the crowd towards Taemin.
Taemin rushed to Minho and flung his arms around the older boy. Minho dropped his things in surprise, but smiled when he realized that he liked the feeling Taemin’s hug gave him. Minho awkwardly wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug.
“Taemin?” he asked nervously. You can never be too sure, he honestly didn’t want to be hugging some random stranger in the middle of the airport. Taemin reluctantly released Minho and nodded furiously. Minho gave Taemin a blinding smile and said (in Korean),
“I’m sorry, my Korean isn’t too great… but hopefully it will improve while I stay here.” Taemin giggled and replied cheerfully,
‘That’s okay, I have someone who can translate.” The forgotten boy standing next to Taemin squeezed in between the two and held out his hand,
“Kim Kibum.” Minho grasped the boy’s hand and replied, warmly,
“Choi Minho, pleasure to meet you.” Kibum stared at Minho, practically raping the poor boy with his eyes. He then gave a small nod of approval,
“You seem like you could satisfy my Taeminnie.” Minho rubbed his sweating palms on the sides of his pants and replied shakily,
“T-thanks? I guess?” Taemin looked at the horrified facial expression Minho was making and decided it might be best to leave now. He attached himself to Minho’s free arm and started leading him out of the crowed building.
Minho gave Taemin a shaky smile as they were walking, hoping that the little English Taemin knew had nothing to do with what Kibum had just told him. He then frowned and began anxiously chewing his bottom lip when the two started angrily whispering to each other in fluent Korean.
“What did you say to him, hyung?”
“Why so upset? I didn’t say anything to him!”
“I would say I believe you, but I honestly don’t.”
“Ok so I may have said something about satisfying you… but he totally overreacted!” Taemin turned to his clueless friend next to him and smiled,
“Just ignore him.” Minho returned the smile, laughing at the whole scene. Taemin jumped at the strange sensation that shot through him when he saw Minho’s smile. He then tightened his grip Minho’s arm and continued walking, occasionally looking at the older boy. He could feel his face burning and turned his head away, praying that Minho wouldn’t see.
Minho glanced sideways at the boy currently attached to his arm and smiled softly at Taemin’s attempt to hide his face.
I have a feeling I’m really going to enjoy this.