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dosmin asked : 2min | Taemin is afraid of sound or something like 2min work together and Minho thinks Taemin is cute but doesn't want to accept it OTL anything is fine >////<
This was probable Minho’s worse decision ever. Not the drugs, the stealing, nor the vandalism but working with a Class-A elite student. It sounded ridiculous just thinking about it. ‘Who was he trying to fool?’ he hopelessly asks himself, frustratingly kicking the ground watching the pebbles skid in opposite directions. He would never admit it, not even to Onew but he only joined this “children help program” to get closer to with that elite. Yes, he was head over heels for the boy but no way in hell he would ever admit it. Not because of his pig-headedness or this so called badboy complex of his, but all the (made up) obstacles in his way.
“Minho, you were supposed to be here half an hour ago to read to them” Taemin scolded, gesturing to the now sleeping kids on the floor. All of them were perfectly aligned in four rows, tiny bodies placed on the soft floor mats provided by the program to allow just enough comfort for the children to be given a thirty minute rest before playtime. It was hard to imagine this as a help program for kids misbehaved kids. He remembered this empty class room quite clearly, it looked like any boring highschool room upstairs where the academic subjects were held. Grey, poorly painted white walls, empty desks and simple desk to the left overlooking the students. Instead, the room was brightly colored sky blue, the rickety desks were changed to accommodate a friendlier younger generation, and the walls were decorated in inspirational and motivational posters casted with cartoon characters that Minho doesn’t bother to think a second about.
He thought of the program as to show stricter discipline and control so these children wouldn’t display inappropriate behavior at home or school. Only he realizes this program was just a simple way of getting teens to care for spoiled, picky and sobberly five year old brats.
Taemin looks at him more closely expecting the older one to say something but gives up and interrupts Minho’s nostalgia. “Why did you even sign up for this? Is Mrs. Yoon not letting you pass her class with that failing final grade? You were only three points away.”
Minho tries not seeming be annoyed, but acts as if it failed to make the other assume that is the reason so because of course Minho’s rep. (and pride) would be ruined if Taemin was to find out his real intention.
It works and Taemin smirks at his success.
“You’re watching them outside this time. I am not stopping that fight if Jonghyun and Key start bickering again.” Taemin says, crossing his arms against his chest and that serious look on his face. Minho can’t help but think the boy’s lips look softer than before. Even slightly more red, which meant Taemin had been applying more of that candy flavored balm again. He couldn’t even wrap his mind around a guy putting flavored lip balm, but it was easier for him to imagine Taemin which was scary.
“Fine”, he snorts, taking up a seat comfortably away from Taemin but still close enough to take innocent glimpses to his right.
It only took five looks but Taemin caught Minho checking him out him. “What?”, he demanded with those brown eyes staring at him all big and doll like.
“Uh,” Minho scrambles to say something before he seems like fool for just gawking at him. “Why did you sign up for this?” and he takes a deep breath as Taemin actually considers answering him, turning his head the other way before starting.
Taemin sighs desolately for a moment, and distracts himself by staring at the napping children and then gives up finally acknowledging the other’s question. “I thought it’d be fun being with children that’s all.” And Taemin sulks his head down doesn’t say anything after that, so either does Minho but honestly he can’t deny it bothers him how Taemin doesn’t want to take off his afternoons and spend it with his friends instead.
Minho wakes up the brats at 2:00 and shuffles them to accompany him outside for their brief exercise activity where he yet again has to break up Jonghyun and Key with those tall tale stories about Jonghyun starting it first.
And he swears it, but is not all too sure about it though quite positive he saw Taemin smiling from a far.
“I lost one.” Taemin announces slamming open the class door with a grave face and hysterical wide eyes, no tears. He is panting excruciatingly fast as if his skinny long legs gave in all its energy to come back.
“What? What do you mean you lost one?” Minho dislodges himself from the chair and walks in full stride in front of Taemin. He doesn’t bother asking why because Taemin is already talking a mile a minute, tugging at Minho’s arm to follow. “I was watching them play that’s all and then I realized it’s time to go. So I hustled all the kids back, but something was off. Key was nowhere to be found and Jonghyun had no idea where he was either! I called out for him everywhere, but I heard nothing. I didn’t know what else to do and I can’t look for him alone while the kids were still out. So my only thought was to come here and ask you to help me. Please, I didn’t mean for this to happen, Minho-ah.” He says to Minho.
“It’s alright. You get all them back to the classroom and stay there. Wait for me, I’ll be back soon,” he gesture Taemin back to the youngsters, a tight reassuring grasp on the boy’s shoulder before running off.
Minho finds Key just two miles away from the school, crying because Jonghyun was being a bully again but for something totally different. “I confessed to him yesterday and he was really happy. But today, he acted as if nothing happened. It made me really mad, so I left.” Key reasoned for his escape, wiping his fat tears away from his pink chubby cheeks.
They came back to the school, Minho having to gave up two dollars and a grungy looking charm he had on his keys. “It’s cute!” Key giggled, announcing he’d give it to Jonghyun (if it finally stopped being a butthead and acknowledged him). The delinquent smirked because he couldn’t help thinking how cute this small crush was.
When everything settled down, Taemin and Minho watched (from behind the door) as Jonghyun hugged Key and apologized for being so mean to him today as well as causing him to runaway. “I promise to never let you out of sights, Kibummie~” And Key just smiled cunningly and made Jonghyun hold his hand all the way out.
“Can I ask you something?” Minho says, after sometime during their walk to the nearest bus station. Autumn was setting chilly and brash winds in their direction, and Minho watched as Taemin pulling at his jacket tighter hoping the heat wouldn’t escape his skinny limbs. He waited, but took it as a sign to go ahead and shoot, so Minho did. “Why were you so scared?” he was looking at him now, not in his usual big ego or annoyed way, but with real curiosity in his eyes.
Taemin didn’t stop pacing or anything though only went faster with his head kept down and shoulders hunched. “People always expect perfect results from me. The always assume I can do everything so smoothly and nothing could go wrong. I’m good at keeping my composure. Most of the time. But it doesn’t mean I don’t get scared.” He stopped causing Minho to go back a step in fear of running into the boy. Taemin turned back with those wide eyes staring at him, sadly. “I guess I really got scared not only because I lost Key, but I would disappoint someone. I guess that’s why I went to you. I was hoping you wouldn’t be disappointed in me. But when I told you, you didn’t have that look. You know, the look where they all expected better from you. You didn’t have that look.” His face is gloomy with those dark brown orbs staring up at the taller boy. There was something about Taemin at that moment. It was something about that boy, that made Minho want to shield and protect him and tell it was alright to make mistakes here and there. But instead, he settled on drawing the scrawny boy into his chest, running his fingers through those ash blonde cut as the boy adjusted to the wide built torso, listening to Minho’s quickening heartbeats.