"Wait! I'm Not Gay!" (6/?)
Title: "Wait! I'm Not Gay!" (6/?)Author colorpenxil
Rating: PG (Will definitely go up)
Pairing: 2MIN (Taemin/Minho)
Word Count: 1349
Summary: Intrigued by a stranger, Taemin finds himself something to mull over.
A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first time writing a 2MIN fic, so please please be nice to me. Thank you, tee hee :3
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Taemin had his legs crossed and his chin on his palm. He was sitting inside the dimly lit elevator, with an auburn haired girl who he didn’t know the name to. She was sitting down, opposite of Taemin on the other side of the wall, as far from him as possible. Taemin felt uncomfortable, when he sensed that he was not wanted. As Taemin gave a sigh of disbelieve, the elevator rocked again. The girl squeaked and put her hands over her mouth. Taemin chuckled.
He was scared of course, but the sight in front of him was just cute that the fear went away. He couldn’t help but smiled at the girl, who quickly looked down at the fidgeting hands on her lap, biting her bottom lip. Taemin noticed that she was just trying not to smile back. It occurred to him that maybe he was not unwanted after all. Relief washed over him lighting up his mood.
Taemin didn’t know why in this mildly distressed situation, he had the heart to laugh. He didn’t know when the elevator would work, nor had he any idea of the time of day. But he just didn’t give a damn anymore. His private life right now just didn’t go so well. He had been accused of being gay, and he wasn’t even sure if he was or not. Maybe this was the time for him to prove himself, Taemin decided. He cleared his throat.
“W-wadishyurnaem?” He quickly said. The girl looked up with a confused expression on her face, as if she was trying to figure out what he had said. Taemin tried again, “Your. Name?” The expression on the girl’s face cleared, and she mumbled something he couldn’t quite catch. “Hmm?”
“Vara,” she repeated, this time a bit louder than before. She glanced up at Taemin who rolled her name over his tongue silently. Then he smiled.
“My. Name. Ish. Taemin.” He said with a beam across his face, pointing to himself. The girl just simply nodded. “You are...Thailand?” The girl looked at Taemin with a curious expression, but Taemin could see that she was on the verge of laughter. Taemin knew that it was because of his English, and he was embarrassed.
He ruffled his hair and glanced up at her with his face downwards. The girl named Vara nodded to his question, hiding her mouth behind the palm of her hand. She obviously thought that it was funny.
“And you’re from Korea...” It was not a question but a statement. Taemin gaped at her English. It was so clear that she sounded fluent. She scowled at Taemin, who was still gaping at her, with a what-are-you-looking-at expression. Taemin realized, so he blinked and quickly looked away. He gazed down at Vara and noticed that she was holding her ankle and he thought that it probably hurts.
“Your leg okay?” Taemin asked, pointing at her ankle. The girl simply shook her head.
“It hurts,” she said. Taemin quickly looked the word up in the dictionary inside his brain. His mouth forming an ‘o’. He didn’t know how to respond to that, so he scooted forward and sat on her left. As he sat down next to her though, the elevator began rocking again. And this time Taemin ended up holding on to Vara trying to prevent himself for falling onto her.
When the elevator stopped rocking, Taemin realized he had his eyes shut, so he took a peek. He saw Vara staring at him in shock, her lips pressed together. She slowly lifted her hand tugging Taemin’s hair behind his ear, before putting her soft hand on his. Taemin looked at their hands touching before Vara untangled his hand from her shoulder and placed it on his lap. Taemin’s lips formed another ‘o’ with an embarrassed look on his face. He didn’t mean to violate her personal space.
He was taken aback, like he had just been rejected, even though it had nothing to do with that at all. But that was just how he felt. He rubbed his hands together slowly, and looked down. “Sorry,” He said quietly. Vara just looked at him and shook her head, obviously saying that it was okay.
After a while of silence, he just started humming to some lyrics out loud. Vara quickly glanced at him with a slight look of confusion on her face. As he began singing louder, not giving a damn of what she thought of him, the girl’s eyes widened and a corner of her lips lifted remotely. She then closed her eyes and leaned against the elevator wall. Taemin quietly sang to himself glancing at her from time to time. He noticed that the girl kept on smiling, and he had this happy feeling inside of him.
At first he thought that she didn’t really like him, and even though he had no idea who she was, it still did bother him quite a lot. Now that she was smiling because of him, he was happy with himself. He looked at her under the dimly lit elevator lights. She has long eyelashes, a perfectly shaped nose, and pink full-figured lips.
As he stared at her, he didn’t realized he had stopped singing. To Taemin, there were two kinds of girls. The ones who look relatively beautiful in the beginning, but as you get closer to them, they aren’t that attractive any longer. And there are also the ones who appeared to be relatively cute, and as you stare at them the more they appeal to you. Vara was one of those girls, because as Taemin looked at her, he was sure that there were no other girls that had enticed him this much.
Before he knew it, he had leaned forward just enough so that he could feel her breath brushing against his face. Her naturally pink lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing through it. He had never in his life, been this close to a girl before and it excited him. It made his heart raced faster by the second. He leaned in even more, shadowing her from the elevator lights, making her nose twitch. Taemin smiled to himself at how cute she looked. Slowly she opened her eyes, finding the smiling Taemin centimeters away from her. She turned and faced him with sleepy eyes, as the maknae lifted his hand and tugged a loose end of her hair behind her left ear, making her earrings jingle. He traced the outline of her features, as Vara lifted her soft hand onto his chest.
Taemin’s heart pounded so strongly that he was sure Vara could feel it too. At a slow pace, Vara distanced herself from him with her hand. Pushing him away, but not unkindly. Very slowly though, Taemin realized that he had violated her personal space again, and his smile disappeared as he blushed from embarrassment.
With Vara’s hand on his chest and his palm on her face, they stayed like that for a while. He wanted to get closer to her, but he was afraid of getting rejected. Besides, what was he to her? Nobody but a creepy stranger who collided into her without even wearing a shirt. As he thought about it, he was so sure that Vara was just being nice to him, not running away. But on the other hand, she couldn’t run away even if she wanted to, because she was maimed.
Right at that very moment, the elevator rocked and the lights flickered again. The air-condition inside the elevator started working as the headlights switched on. The elevator was working again. Vara quickly put her hand away as the elevator dinged and the door opened.
To his surprise, the people standing outside the elevator were his hyungs and the manager. Taemin stupidly froze on the floor with his hand still feeling the side of Vara’s face. Vara quickly turned around with her mouth opened a little, her face turning pink.
“Taemin?” Minho uttered, paralyzed at the spot.