나를 잊지 말아요 1/?
Title: Do Not Forget MeAuthor: GoGothGirl
Pairing: 2Min (eventually), Minho/Nichkhun (broken)
Summary:
Don't forget the bits and pieces
Even when I am not around
Don't forget
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Warm summer air engulfed him as he took a running start across the brick red track, worn down by hundreds of students from time of past. Distant chatters of his teammates were mixed with the sounds of summer filled his ears for the briefest moment, the moment where his foot struck the ground and his sneakers made a barely there squeak as he bend his knees and soared high, high up in air where the clouds looked like cotton candy and within his reach as he twisted his lithe body in midair.
The pole barely rattled as he landed with a thump on the mattress, the wind completely knocked out of him as he lay there, staring at the baby blue sky with his eyes half mast and his mouth panting puffs of air. He turned his head to the side, feeling the warmth of the age old thick mattress on his right cheek as he took a shallow breath just to get that sort of warm, sort of homey feeling that you get when you smell something old and worn. With his gangly arms and legs spread eagled on the sun warmed mattress and his hair creating a sort of halo around his head, Choi Minho made quite the picture.
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“You’re late again.”
Minho barely twitched as he turned his face from the window by his seat and threw a wary glance at his aggravated classmate. He gave the other boy a barely there grin, scrunching up his eyes a little and chuckled softly.
“Yah, you’re not supposed to laugh, you idiot!” Key puffed as he smacked Minho’s head with his calculus textbook with a satisfying thump.
“You’re supposed to grovel at me, the almighty Key and pathetically attempt to convince me why you were late -again¬- so that I won’t red mark you name on the class roster thus enabling you to escape the wrath of the devilishly evil homeroom teacher.”
Key smirked in triumph with his arms cross, his school tie perfectly in shape with his class president tie clip glittering obnoxiously in the rays of sun that streamed through the class window.
Minho just stared.
Key frowned. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
“I did, yeah.” The athlete nodded once. “I just don’t get why I should -what was it?- grovel at you.”
A snarl and an indignant sniff was all Minho had for warning before Key launched another attack on his head with the ever present hardback calculus textbook, all 367 pages in its shining glory. And between the angry rant and the violent swings, Minho couldn’t help but laughed as he leaped from his chair and tried to avoid being within arms’ length of Key.
He didn’t count on Key actually throwing the book at him, though.
The resounding crack and warmth sprouting from his nose that made him go “Huh” and Key shrieking kinda gave him the idea that maybe
he should start just avoiding Key in general.
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The nurse’s office was all crisp white and sterile steel as Minho sat cross legged on one of the beds by the window, his hands fiddling with his stained tie and an itch on his just-set nose. He wondered if Junghyun managed to calm Key down enough to stop terrorizing the entire class out of guilt- though how can anyone hope to repent their guilt by terrorizing the innocent completely escaped Minho. But then again, its Key. And Key always did tend to substitute general logic with his own.
He’s just awesome like that.
“Minho dear, there’s someone here to see you.” The elderly nurse smiled gently at the lounging boy as she ushered another one into the curtained corner. “You have 10 minutes before the bell, young man.” She warned the newcomer sternly before going back to her work.
“I cannot believe he threw his book at you.”
“Hello to you too, Onew-hyung.” Minho grinned, notwithstanding the fact that his nose was giving him hell and his eyes watered just a little from the sting.
“What was it?” Onew frowned as he bends just near enough to inspect the damage on Minho’s face. “Biology textbook? Cause he threw that at me once and I avoided it, but damn there was a wicked dent on the black board where it landed.”
“So that’s where it came from,” Minho hummed contently as Onew continued to add wrinkles and crow’s feet to his face as he frowned at the slightly swollen nose in front of him. “And no, it wasn’t. It was calculus.”
Onew winched.
“Yikes.”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
Silence reigned as the boys studied each other, one pair of eyes boring into the other as they contemplate on what to say. Outside, the tree branches scraped lightly on the half-opened window while warm summer breeze waltzed into the suffocatingly clean room with leaves dancing in midair before landing on the bleached white sheets and the white tiled floor.
“So… you doing alright?” Onew shuffled his left foot, playing with one of the leaves that managed to cling to his loose shoe laces.
“I’m fine, Onew-hyung.” Minho smiled, hands deftly knotting his tie, not bothering with a mirror or getting off the bed. “I’ve had worst injuries.”
“From Key or from sports?” Onew winked as the younger chuckled, but sobered up fairly quickly as he glanced out the window. “I mean it, Minho. Are you alright?”
Minho kept his mouth shut.
“It’s not like we’re expecting you to -you know- pretend nothing’s wrong or anything.” Onew lowered his eyes to the corner of the window and stared at the small vase of summer flowers that sat there. “I mean-yeah- we were all close..but you were the closest to Nichkhun-hyung and-“
“I’m fine.”
Onew pursed his lips, closed his eyes briefly before opening them with regret and pity mixed within the brown irises. “You’re not a very good liar.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m glad though… that you can’t lie very well. It’s a good thing.” The senior nodded firmly, his eyes now boring into Minho’s with his face soft and open and just so goddamn pitying that Minho just wanted to throw that little vase and watch it land between his hyung’s eyes.
Shaking off the thought, Minho took a calming breath and jumped off the bed, hands grabbing his back pack.
He smiled.
“Good afternoon, Onew-hyung.”
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The school attic was musky, dusty and it felt just a little bit like warm summer cottages untouched for seasons long before it was opened up and aired again. Sunlight danced through the single large window that had a pane of glass missing so that summer breeze could just blow through and filled the room with whooshing sounds that reminded Minho of the sea for some reason.
He hasn’t been to the sea in awhile, come to think of it.
Minho half sat half lay on the floor with his upper body against a crate that contain some old textbooks and test papers while his bag is flung half across the room, opened and contents spilled on the wooden floor. His cell phone lay opened in the palm of his hand as he stared but not really seeing the screen.
He really should change his wallpaper.
The phone was snapped shut, briskly, callously, uncaringly. The boy swallowed as his eyes landed on the silver ring around his middle finger, sun glinting off the smooth surface and the tiny crystal set in the middle. He put his hand forward into the streaming sunlight, fingers apart and tilting here, there, just to see the play of light that the ring made as memories danced in his head.
Memories of a summer not long ago where the air was warmer and the sky was clearer, brighter and where everything was perfect and Key wasn’t nearly as violent as he is today, Junghyun still sings for the choir every Friday evening while Onew-hyung and his chicken are happily involved in a symbiotic relationship that no one bothered to point out the mental health risk of it because they were just so happy and Minho was happy, too.
…because Nichkhun was there with his smiles and laughter and soft, kind eyes.
A soft melody could be heard from somewhere downstairs despite the chatter of students in the background. The melody soothed Minho’s thoughts like honey on chapped lips and warm baths on winter nights, making the memories in his head that much stronger, that much sweeter, that much happier, and there was just so much love Minho could barely kept his eyes from tearing up.
He fisted his hand and brought it to his chin, his head bowed and his lips touching the body-warmed ring on his finger as his legs curled tightly to his chest. Minho’s eyes closed as he focused on the melody that seemed to get closer and closer to the attic, dreaming hoping wishing wanting the memories to be real and solid and wonderful again.
He wanted Nichkhun to be real and solid and wonderful again.
“Oh.”
Minho’s breathe hitched as he uncurled and raised his head, eyes scanning the attic from one corner to the next, all the way to the opened door where his eyes landed on clean white indoor shoes and slowly raised to take in the school-regulated navy blue pants, white summer blouse, loose navy blue tie and when he saw the boy’s face..
He stopped breathing.
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And that concludes the first chapter of my very first attempt at writing a SHINee fic although it was an AU. Forgive any errors cause they're all mine and wait for the second chapter, alright?
We'll use this as a test run to see if my writing is still half decent to be read by anyone in this godawesome community.
Keep on shining, you guys.
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