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Tittle: Stutter
Author: Clariguard
Rating: PG (13?)
Paring: 2min
Summary: Taemin, a new cocky boy who just came from the states, meets Minho, an openly bisexual man who happens to fall in love with him at first sight.
a/n: I didn't realize that this doesn't automatically post to your own LJ account if you post in a community, silly me. So this is posted in two places, the taeminho community and on my LJ account, here. ^_^
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“Ow! Watch where you're going!” Taemin shouted as he fell on the ground.
“Whatever.” A cold voice answered. Taemin glared at the cold man in front of him as he helped himself up.
“What's your problem.” Taemin scoffed at the man.
“Later, beautiful.” The man said.
“What the f-” He said with his mouth wide open in sickened shock. “Are you sick in the head? Gaywad.” He said out loud. The man was still in earshot and turned on his heel to the younger one.
“What?” The man challenged. Taemin jumped a little at the man and backed up into a wall. He was trapped. “Say again?” He said with a brow raised. Taemin didn't speak.
“When I tell you to speak, it means speak.” The cold man said pressing Taemin further into the wall. Oh how he wished he could melt into the wall. “Now.” The taller one commanded.
“You're. Gay.” He said looking into his eyes with hatred.
“I'm actually bi.” The taller one said, shrugging as if it means nothing to him. Taemin couldn't help but snicker for a second before turning his head to the side. “But I'd go completely gay for you.” The man said taking Taemin's tiny chin with his large hands. The touch was warm, burning, at the younger's skin.
“What the hell?” He said out loud. “Who do you think you are?!” He shouted trying to get away from the creep in front of him. Instead he was just pressed into the wall more. The man had taken his wrists and held them above the younger's head with one hand and the other around his waist.
“My name is Choi Minho.” He said with a smirk. “And who are you?” He asked.
“Why would I tell you, creep.” He said. Minho's face was just inches from his. He could feel his warm breath on his face.
“Just spill it.” He ordered.
“No. You have no right to hold me here like this and if you don't let me go, I'll-”
“You'll what?” He challenged. “Scream? Beg for me to let you go? Cry? I think I have more of an advantage than you, kitten.” He said tapping his wrists. Minho was right. Taemin couldn't do much in this situation. The only way he could get out of this was if he kicked the guy's-
“Don't even think about it. You'll regret it.” Minho said as if he read Taemin's mind.
“Do what?!” He said accusingly. Minho huffed out air and rolled his eyes. The bell rang, saying that there was ten minutes until school started.
“Crap. I have to go to class. I'll play with you later, kitten.” Minho said. Taemin sighed in relief and let his guard down for a second until he felt something warm on his lips. When Taemin realized it was Minho kissing him, he had pulled away and let go of Taemin's wrists.
“You stole my...” Taemin mumbled in shock.
“You're so cute.” Minho said with a hand on his cheek. “Lunch time. You're gonna eat with me during it. Got it?” He said removing his hand from Taemin's cheek.
“Hell no.” Taemin said looking the other way, pissed at Minho's kiss.
“Hell yes. See you then.” Minho turned around and started walking away. Taemin came up behind him and hit Minho's head with his bag. Except Minho didn't budge. He just threw up the finger.
“Immature hoe...” Taemin muttered. He walked over to the board to find which class he was in. He had about 7 minutes left, he assumed.
Most people were already heading towards their class so the wall with everyone's classes was nearly nonexistent. “G-7... Ugh...” He said in his head. Taemin headed down the hall looking for his room. When he came in, he went straight to the teacher, ignoring the suddenly quiet room. Taemin handed the teacher a note explaining he was new. He was told to give an introduction.
“Hi... My name is Lee Taemin. I moved from the states.” I said giving minimal information at a low volume so that only good hearers or lip readers could understand him.
“Well hello. Let's see... You'll sit... So many seats are full already. You might have to sit in the back... Oh.” The teacher's tone changed. “Yes, the only seat open is next to the man in the back middle. Down this row.” The teacher said ushering him to the right row. Taemin hadn't looked up yet until he got to his desk. It was shared with another person. When he looked up, he saw Minho with a smirk. Taemin face went expressionless to disgust. The entire class had watched him.
“Yah! Is this some kind of sick joke? I can't sit next to him!” Taemin said. Everyone in the class started laughing at his misfortune.
“Do you even know this young man?” The teacher accused.
“I know enough about him to not want anything to do with him.” Taemin complained.
“Well I'm sorry but you'll have to sit there.” The teacher said.
“Ugh. Keep your eye on him, I don't want him to try anything on me.” The class snickered at that. Was he openly bi?
Taemin sat down near the edge of the long desk that he had to share with Minho. He felt a piece of paper on his elbow and looked down to see that Minho had passed him a note. He rolled his eyes and opened it.
“Hi Taemin. How was the states?” It said. What the hell. He decided to piss him off and wrote his reply in all English.
“Get out of my life you man-hoe.” It said. When he started paying attention to the teacher's lecture on substitution and elimination in math, he felt the paper on his elbow again. It was in English also. Plain as day.
“I like 'em feisty.” Taemin was annoyed. What was with this deer-eyed man? He ripped the note a few times before sprinkling it on Minho's notes in front of him.
“Taemin?” The teacher called on him. He diverted his attention back to the board, telling the teacher to continue. “How do you solve this problem?” He asked. Taemin looked at it.
“Which process do you want me to use?” Taemin asked.
“Let's see... How about elimination.” The problems were 4x-3y=11 and 2x+3y=13. Easy.
“Dude, it's simple. Take out the y's since one is positive and negative. Go down the columns and you see you have 6x=24 now. Divide both sides by 6. You have x=4. Then you pick a problem and plug in the x for x. 4(4)-3y=11 is the new problem. 4 times 4, 16-3y=11, the new problem. Subtract 11 on both sides and you have -3y=-5. Because -3 can't go into -5, you have the fraction 5/3 because the two negatives made a positive. Your coordinates for the graph are (4, 5/3) Simple. Easy. Can I have the homework? I know this.” Taemin wasn't trying to be cocky, he was just in a horrible mood.
“Good work.” The teacher said ignoring his words. “I hope you're in a better mood tomorrow.” Or not. Taemin waited for class to be over while he did homework and zoned during class. Soon, it was lunch time.
“Hey new kid, come over here!” Someone shouted to me. I stood up and before I could take a step, my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled down into my chair.
“He's gonna eat with me today.” He shouted over.
“Yah! I am NOT your property, you-”
“Oh yes you are.” Minho responded to Taemin's outrage.
“Leave me alone.” Taemin mumbled picking up his lunch box and leaving. He went to the back of the school where the track was and sat on the grass. It was a decent day. Not warm, but not cold. He opened my lunch box and started eating the crackers and ham that he packed. He took the lid off of his banana milk and drank some, licking off some that stayed on his upper lip.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” He said when he saw Minho sit down next to him.
“Do you really think I'd do that, Taeminnie?” Minho said searching into Taemin's eyes.
“I wish you would.” Taemin said looking down. He took another sip of his banana milk.
“Is that all you're eating?” Minho asked. Taemin nodded. “Are you on a diet.” He didn't answer.
“Do I take that as a yes?” He asked.
“No, I just don't have lots of money. But I only eat light at school. I eat at home after school.” What the hell? Why was Taemin telling this stranger so much? And wait. He called him Taeminnie?! What the heck?
“You should eat more.” Minho said seriously.
“I'm healthy.” He said. Although it wasn't entirely true.
“No, you're not. You're a stick, Taeminnie.” Minho pestered. Again with the Taeminnie. “Taeminnie... Taeminnie... Taeminnie, look at me.” He said.
“Yah! Quit calling me 'Taeminnie'. It's annoying.” He said looking at Minho's forehead. That way, you didn't have to actually look someone in the eyes and they'd never notice. Or at least it use to work.
“Look me in the eyes, not my forehead, babo.” Minho said. Taemin was shocked and looked in his eyes as Minho's hand came under his chin.
“I hate you.” Taemin said.
“No you don't.” Minho smirked again.
“Yes, I do. You're a horrible person and you're gay and-”
“I said already, I'm bi.” Minho said smiling again and removed his hand from Taemin's chin. “You wish I was only gay.” He said looking into Taemin's eyes. Taemin just realized how deep and beautiful Minho's eyes were. Wait, what?!
“No, I never said tha-”
“You didn't have to. It's written all over your face, Taeminnie.” Minho said inching forward.
“I told you to quit calling me 'Taeminnie', That's the 7th time you've called me that name!” Taemin said.
“So you've been counting?” Minho said.
“No, I-I j-just-”
“You're stuttering. I'm right.” Minho said. Yes, Taemin was counting but that doesn't mean ANYTHING. He felt Minho's hand on the one that was supporting Taemin's weight. Minho easily lifted it and swooped Taemin into his chest before he could fall. Before Taemin could hit Minho's chest, he took his other hand and pressed it on Minho's chest. It was firm. He couldn't help but hide a small blush that appeared on his face.
“You look so innocent like that.” Minho smiled down on him. The blush was gone.
“What the hell?!” Taemin said raising himself up a little before he was pushed back down.
“Why'd you blush if you hate me?” Minho asked. Oh gosh, when was lunch going to end...
“I-I don't k-know wh-at you're t-talking a-about-”
“You're stuttering again.” Minho said. “You like this.” Minho said smiling again. He was looking down at Taemin like he was his dinner.
“You're insane. I-I hate y-you.”
“You stuttered.” And with that, Minho's lips crashed with Taemin's. Only Taemin didn't fight back. Instead, he kissed back. The bell rang.
“Time to go back to class.” Minho said. “I love you.” He told Taemin.
“I h-hate y-you.” He said back, blushing from the kiss earlier. Minho smiled at him as Taemin packed the remaining food in his lunchbox.
“You stuttered.” Minho helped Taemin up from the ground.
“Fine... I love you.” Taemin said. Before Taemin could turn all the way around, Minho crashed his lips once again with the younger.
They walked back into class together, getting stares from everyone. Only they didn't care anymore. Somehow, in a short meeting, and only knowing each others names, they fell in love. Maybe.
a/n:
ZOMG!!!!! YAY!!!! 2039 words!!! I wanted to see how much I could write. I'm happy. ^_^
Please please PLEASEEEEEE tell me what I can work on with writing. PLEASE.!!!
By the way, I HATE silent readers, so if you read this, PLEASE COMMENT!!!
a/n: fanfic guide: http://clariguard.livejournal.com/12292.html
Author: Clariguard
Rating: PG (13?)
Paring: 2min
Summary: Taemin, a new cocky boy who just came from the states, meets Minho, an openly bisexual man who happens to fall in love with him at first sight.
a/n: I didn't realize that this doesn't automatically post to your own LJ account if you post in a community, silly me. So this is posted in two places, the taeminho community and on my LJ account, here. ^_^
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“Ow! Watch where you're going!” Taemin shouted as he fell on the ground.
“Whatever.” A cold voice answered. Taemin glared at the cold man in front of him as he helped himself up.
“What's your problem.” Taemin scoffed at the man.
“Later, beautiful.” The man said.
“What the f-” He said with his mouth wide open in sickened shock. “Are you sick in the head? Gaywad.” He said out loud. The man was still in earshot and turned on his heel to the younger one.
“What?” The man challenged. Taemin jumped a little at the man and backed up into a wall. He was trapped. “Say again?” He said with a brow raised. Taemin didn't speak.
“When I tell you to speak, it means speak.” The cold man said pressing Taemin further into the wall. Oh how he wished he could melt into the wall. “Now.” The taller one commanded.
“You're. Gay.” He said looking into his eyes with hatred.
“I'm actually bi.” The taller one said, shrugging as if it means nothing to him. Taemin couldn't help but snicker for a second before turning his head to the side. “But I'd go completely gay for you.” The man said taking Taemin's tiny chin with his large hands. The touch was warm, burning, at the younger's skin.
“What the hell?” He said out loud. “Who do you think you are?!” He shouted trying to get away from the creep in front of him. Instead he was just pressed into the wall more. The man had taken his wrists and held them above the younger's head with one hand and the other around his waist.
“My name is Choi Minho.” He said with a smirk. “And who are you?” He asked.
“Why would I tell you, creep.” He said. Minho's face was just inches from his. He could feel his warm breath on his face.
“Just spill it.” He ordered.
“No. You have no right to hold me here like this and if you don't let me go, I'll-”
“You'll what?” He challenged. “Scream? Beg for me to let you go? Cry? I think I have more of an advantage than you, kitten.” He said tapping his wrists. Minho was right. Taemin couldn't do much in this situation. The only way he could get out of this was if he kicked the guy's-
“Don't even think about it. You'll regret it.” Minho said as if he read Taemin's mind.
“Do what?!” He said accusingly. Minho huffed out air and rolled his eyes. The bell rang, saying that there was ten minutes until school started.
“Crap. I have to go to class. I'll play with you later, kitten.” Minho said. Taemin sighed in relief and let his guard down for a second until he felt something warm on his lips. When Taemin realized it was Minho kissing him, he had pulled away and let go of Taemin's wrists.
“You stole my...” Taemin mumbled in shock.
“You're so cute.” Minho said with a hand on his cheek. “Lunch time. You're gonna eat with me during it. Got it?” He said removing his hand from Taemin's cheek.
“Hell no.” Taemin said looking the other way, pissed at Minho's kiss.
“Hell yes. See you then.” Minho turned around and started walking away. Taemin came up behind him and hit Minho's head with his bag. Except Minho didn't budge. He just threw up the finger.
“Immature hoe...” Taemin muttered. He walked over to the board to find which class he was in. He had about 7 minutes left, he assumed.
Most people were already heading towards their class so the wall with everyone's classes was nearly nonexistent. “G-7... Ugh...” He said in his head. Taemin headed down the hall looking for his room. When he came in, he went straight to the teacher, ignoring the suddenly quiet room. Taemin handed the teacher a note explaining he was new. He was told to give an introduction.
“Hi... My name is Lee Taemin. I moved from the states.” I said giving minimal information at a low volume so that only good hearers or lip readers could understand him.
“Well hello. Let's see... You'll sit... So many seats are full already. You might have to sit in the back... Oh.” The teacher's tone changed. “Yes, the only seat open is next to the man in the back middle. Down this row.” The teacher said ushering him to the right row. Taemin hadn't looked up yet until he got to his desk. It was shared with another person. When he looked up, he saw Minho with a smirk. Taemin face went expressionless to disgust. The entire class had watched him.
“Yah! Is this some kind of sick joke? I can't sit next to him!” Taemin said. Everyone in the class started laughing at his misfortune.
“Do you even know this young man?” The teacher accused.
“I know enough about him to not want anything to do with him.” Taemin complained.
“Well I'm sorry but you'll have to sit there.” The teacher said.
“Ugh. Keep your eye on him, I don't want him to try anything on me.” The class snickered at that. Was he openly bi?
Taemin sat down near the edge of the long desk that he had to share with Minho. He felt a piece of paper on his elbow and looked down to see that Minho had passed him a note. He rolled his eyes and opened it.
“Hi Taemin. How was the states?” It said. What the hell. He decided to piss him off and wrote his reply in all English.
“Get out of my life you man-hoe.” It said. When he started paying attention to the teacher's lecture on substitution and elimination in math, he felt the paper on his elbow again. It was in English also. Plain as day.
“I like 'em feisty.” Taemin was annoyed. What was with this deer-eyed man? He ripped the note a few times before sprinkling it on Minho's notes in front of him.
“Taemin?” The teacher called on him. He diverted his attention back to the board, telling the teacher to continue. “How do you solve this problem?” He asked. Taemin looked at it.
“Which process do you want me to use?” Taemin asked.
“Let's see... How about elimination.” The problems were 4x-3y=11 and 2x+3y=13. Easy.
“Dude, it's simple. Take out the y's since one is positive and negative. Go down the columns and you see you have 6x=24 now. Divide both sides by 6. You have x=4. Then you pick a problem and plug in the x for x. 4(4)-3y=11 is the new problem. 4 times 4, 16-3y=11, the new problem. Subtract 11 on both sides and you have -3y=-5. Because -3 can't go into -5, you have the fraction 5/3 because the two negatives made a positive. Your coordinates for the graph are (4, 5/3) Simple. Easy. Can I have the homework? I know this.” Taemin wasn't trying to be cocky, he was just in a horrible mood.
“Good work.” The teacher said ignoring his words. “I hope you're in a better mood tomorrow.” Or not. Taemin waited for class to be over while he did homework and zoned during class. Soon, it was lunch time.
“Hey new kid, come over here!” Someone shouted to me. I stood up and before I could take a step, my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled down into my chair.
“He's gonna eat with me today.” He shouted over.
“Yah! I am NOT your property, you-”
“Oh yes you are.” Minho responded to Taemin's outrage.
“Leave me alone.” Taemin mumbled picking up his lunch box and leaving. He went to the back of the school where the track was and sat on the grass. It was a decent day. Not warm, but not cold. He opened my lunch box and started eating the crackers and ham that he packed. He took the lid off of his banana milk and drank some, licking off some that stayed on his upper lip.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” He said when he saw Minho sit down next to him.
“Do you really think I'd do that, Taeminnie?” Minho said searching into Taemin's eyes.
“I wish you would.” Taemin said looking down. He took another sip of his banana milk.
“Is that all you're eating?” Minho asked. Taemin nodded. “Are you on a diet.” He didn't answer.
“Do I take that as a yes?” He asked.
“No, I just don't have lots of money. But I only eat light at school. I eat at home after school.” What the hell? Why was Taemin telling this stranger so much? And wait. He called him Taeminnie?! What the heck?
“You should eat more.” Minho said seriously.
“I'm healthy.” He said. Although it wasn't entirely true.
“No, you're not. You're a stick, Taeminnie.” Minho pestered. Again with the Taeminnie. “Taeminnie... Taeminnie... Taeminnie, look at me.” He said.
“Yah! Quit calling me 'Taeminnie'. It's annoying.” He said looking at Minho's forehead. That way, you didn't have to actually look someone in the eyes and they'd never notice. Or at least it use to work.
“Look me in the eyes, not my forehead, babo.” Minho said. Taemin was shocked and looked in his eyes as Minho's hand came under his chin.
“I hate you.” Taemin said.
“No you don't.” Minho smirked again.
“Yes, I do. You're a horrible person and you're gay and-”
“I said already, I'm bi.” Minho said smiling again and removed his hand from Taemin's chin. “You wish I was only gay.” He said looking into Taemin's eyes. Taemin just realized how deep and beautiful Minho's eyes were. Wait, what?!
“No, I never said tha-”
“You didn't have to. It's written all over your face, Taeminnie.” Minho said inching forward.
“I told you to quit calling me 'Taeminnie', That's the 7th time you've called me that name!” Taemin said.
“So you've been counting?” Minho said.
“No, I-I j-just-”
“You're stuttering. I'm right.” Minho said. Yes, Taemin was counting but that doesn't mean ANYTHING. He felt Minho's hand on the one that was supporting Taemin's weight. Minho easily lifted it and swooped Taemin into his chest before he could fall. Before Taemin could hit Minho's chest, he took his other hand and pressed it on Minho's chest. It was firm. He couldn't help but hide a small blush that appeared on his face.
“You look so innocent like that.” Minho smiled down on him. The blush was gone.
“What the hell?!” Taemin said raising himself up a little before he was pushed back down.
“Why'd you blush if you hate me?” Minho asked. Oh gosh, when was lunch going to end...
“I-I don't k-know wh-at you're t-talking a-about-”
“You're stuttering again.” Minho said. “You like this.” Minho said smiling again. He was looking down at Taemin like he was his dinner.
“You're insane. I-I hate y-you.”
“You stuttered.” And with that, Minho's lips crashed with Taemin's. Only Taemin didn't fight back. Instead, he kissed back. The bell rang.
“Time to go back to class.” Minho said. “I love you.” He told Taemin.
“I h-hate y-you.” He said back, blushing from the kiss earlier. Minho smiled at him as Taemin packed the remaining food in his lunchbox.
“You stuttered.” Minho helped Taemin up from the ground.
“Fine... I love you.” Taemin said. Before Taemin could turn all the way around, Minho crashed his lips once again with the younger.
They walked back into class together, getting stares from everyone. Only they didn't care anymore. Somehow, in a short meeting, and only knowing each others names, they fell in love. Maybe.
a/n:
ZOMG!!!!! YAY!!!! 2039 words!!! I wanted to see how much I could write. I'm happy. ^_^
Please please PLEASEEEEEE tell me what I can work on with writing. PLEASE.!!!
By the way, I HATE silent readers, so if you read this, PLEASE COMMENT!!!
a/n: fanfic guide: http://clariguard.livejournal.com/12292.html