TAT (3/?)
3
The hillbillies from Wrong Turn aren’t the only messed up family
He threw his lacrosse stick into his closet along with his jersey and worn out cleats. The royal blue number showed on the top and he stuffed it further down into the laundry basket; he’d do laundry some other time.
He took a quick shower and pulled on his varsity sweat pants with his Lacoste polo over his Hollister tank top. He smelt his baby soap and head and shoulders shampoo. His hair was spiked up from being blow-dried and he looked human again. His darkened skin was smooth and cleaned without spots of dirt and the remains of field grass.
He took out his calculus textbook and a few notebooks and organized it on his desk. He took out his pencil case and sharpener and played around. He flipped to page 38 in his book and swung a pen around his fingers. He swiftly plugged his dark onyx earplugs in and played out a soft piano solo by Yiruma.
He already finished the book work except for the last problem, a word problem-his weakness. Would Kibum still be up? No, practice really nailed him, his eyebrows knitted as he reread the problem.
His cellphone let out a soft beep and he reached into his pocket to take it out. He touched the screen and scrolled,” Sweet.”
He copied the answer down and closed his book. Taemin was a good dongsaeng, he always was, and always will be.
He fiddled with the blue bracelet. All four of them made the same ones, well, all five, but Jinki was gone now. They had their names written on it and their logo in flowy letters around it which spelled: Shining SHINee shall shine until death do we part.
It was a harmless phrase. Really.
He was too absorbed in his finished work and the friendship bracelet that he didn’t have the instinct to look at his door. It opened softly and a dark haired girl entered. Her back was leaning against the creamy door and her heels dug into the hard floor. Her face wrote FML all over.
Minho watched her from his sheltered desk. She trudged over to his desk and collapsed on her side. She was wearing terry-cloth short shorts and a fitting V-neck that hung loosely around her chest. She hugged her knees and gave out an amused, but sarcastic, giggle.
“It’s battle of the sexes night downstairs. I can’t believe I forgot about their Saturday dailies.”
Minho nodded, “You can stay in here if you want.”
She rolled around a little and came close enough to punch him. He threw her a crooked smile and rubbed his arm until the stinging ceased. She sighed a little before she sat up.
“Movie, my room, you up for it?”
“Depends.”
“It’s a horror classic.”
“Kibum likes classics, too.”
“Kibum?”
“My best friend,” he coughed a little,” You know, the one with the shaved head?”
“Ah. Well I was thinking more of an us night.”
Minho pressed his tongue against the lower row of his teeth. “Sure.”
“Great. See you in ten! Oh and bring a pillow, dad took my spare.”
*
He stood at the door. He’s been standing there for ten minutes thinking if it was a bad idea or not. To be clear, his feelings to his stepsister weren’t, it wasn’t in a brotherly manner whatsoever. He loved her. And when we say love we mean love. She moved in with her father just a few months ago and ever since then he has been enticed.
Everything about her met his standards, and more. It just came those few days where he had to barricade himself in his room so he wouldn’t pounce on her and claim her. She drove him crazy. He was drunk with love and purity that he couldn’t think straight.
And that first night, oh that first night. She snuck into his room and slept in his bed. She said it was noisy downstairs because of the loud and obnoxious neighborhood drunks. And he accepted her. He accepted her and ever since that night she’s been in his bed. It seemed okay; to him.
He opened the door and looked at the nightlight that was lit up on the wall. “Really?”
“Yeah, taking the wrong turn has never been scarier.” She quickly ran to her bed and covered herself with her thick, silk comforter after popping the DVD in.
And for the first time ever since this all started he was invited on her bed. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it.
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A/N: I will update one each week from now on. School is an official stinker.