From Flicker to Flame
Title: From Flicker To Flame
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Characters: Minho/Amber (Me)
Rating: PG...?
Legnth: 1,431 words
A/N: Retaliation for my eonnie's story, Hate. There will be an alternate ending because this is not how it would happen. I was just trying not to ruin her whole "Amber and Minho happily ever after" mindset.
Summary: Minho gave his heart to her, but, no matter what he did, she still didn't want it.
Things hadn’t changed much since...”the incident,” as Amber had begun to refer to whatever it was that happened between her and Minho. She hadn’t bothered acknowledging that it even happened after he’d left her and Jeanne’s place. She didn’t want to. She couldn’t believe that she had honestly let things get that far with him and she absolutely hated how it was messing with her head.
Weeks had gone by since it happened and Amber had gone to work with Jeanne still acting as if nothing had transpired. Jeanne was growing worried, realizing that her dongsaeng was treating the frog boy the same as she had before, or, in other words, she was back to pretty much denying his existence. Jeanne was also getting tired of the constant text messages of a worrying Minho. Her roommate seemed to be the only girl that could get the boy so riled up.
"Will you just talk to him already," Jeanne pleaded as they sat in the boys' dressing room while the boys were recording a show.
"I do talk to him," Amber rallied, "I helped him find his jacket and his cell phone, too."
"Amber-yah! You know what I mean!"
Amber sighed, slouching in her seat on the couch, "I have nothing to say to him."
Jeanne was prepared to battle the statement, but the other was already up and ready to work when the five came back into the room. Her unnie could be thankful for one thing that resulted from the not-so-secret interaction; it left her dongsaeng more focused on her work.
After the five had gotten back into their regular clothes, they bowed and thanked everyone and then headed out to the vans. Amber watched the boys pile in, Taemin being last. She spent a moment talking with him and then headed to her ride with Jeanne.
"What was that about," the older questioned as her dongsaeng climbed in.
"Oh, he's going to the dance room. I'm going with him."
Jeanne sighed heavily, drawing a curious look in response. The other had an idea as to why it was that she did it, but ignored it.
Back at the dormitory, the girls waited outside in the van. Jeanne was glaring at her, not even bothering to hide it. The younger ignored it like she ignored everything else she didn't want to be bothered with. She slid over when Taemin got in, unable to stop herself from making a face when Minho got in, too. The ride involved the two youngest chatting away, while the older two just watched them.
Jeanne pulled her intern aside once they'd all filed out of the vehicle, "Just what is wrong with you?"
"Absolutely nothing," she replied, running off to catch up with Taemin.
Minho followed Jeanne around on her few errands around the building like a sad puppy. No matter what he did, it seemed that he couldn't get the girl he wanted. Did she seriously hate him? And how could she just act like she felt nothing after what happened? She had to have felt something...right?
"Cheer up, will you?"
"How can I? She doesn't care, at all."
"She'll come around."
"You keep saying that."
"I know her pretty well. Just trust me. Don't give up on her. You'll bring her around."
They headed to the dance room to see if their dongsaengs were done yet. Justin Bieber's "As Long As You Love Me" blasted from the stereo, and they could hear it down the hall as they grew closer to the room. The two stared from the doorway as they watched Taemin and Amber dance to the song.
Amber had initiated the dance between the two of them, having got up and begun dancing to the song on her own. Taemin had been looking through her iPod for a song and she'd asked for him to stop on that one. He watched her dance for a moment before setting the song on repeat and getting up to dance with her. They had no idea how many times they'd restarted the dance, changed a few steps, restarted again, and followed through with the new steps.
The song was playing for the third time since Jeanne and Minho got to the door. "I've never seen her expression like that, let alone dance like that," Jeanne commented.
Minho pressed his back against the wall near the door, sliding down to the floor, "They fit well together."
Jeanne patted his head, "They're good dancers. Just relax."
"But do you see the look in her eyes?!"
"Hyung?" Taemin's voice called from the room, the music paused now.
Amber and Taemin walked to the door, catching their breath. "What's going on," the boy panted out. His dance partner leaned her head up from his shoulder, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead with the towel around her neck. She glanced from Minho to her unnie to Taemin, "I'll just get my iPod and we can go."
Taemin gave a disappointed look, but nodded and proceeded to get his duffel bag. Jeanne sighed, tapping Minho's leg with her foot, "Just say something."
"She's going to just brush off anything I say, as usual."
Jeanne "tapped" his leg a little harder, "What happened to that fighting spirit? You're just giving up like that?"
"What else am I supposed to do? I've done everything I can do."
"Minho-yah...are you actually...crying?" Amber was standing next to Jeanne now, iPod in hand.
"Hey, Minnie, let's go wait in the van, okay," Jeanne suggested, walking the younger boy outside.
Minho rubbed his already puffy eyes aggressively, ignoring the question. She kicked his leg, making him groan both in pain and in irritation. "You're an awful dongsaeng."
"You're an arrogant bastard. What the hell are you crying for?"
"You seriously don't know?"
"No, it's more like I'd rather not talk about it."
"Why not?! Did you seriously not even feel anything? Anything at all?"
"It doesn't matter if I did."
His puffy eyes lit up a little as he stood up. She'd given herself away by saying that and they both knew it, although she realized it a beat later than he did.
"Have you been trying to make me jealous with Taemin?"
Amber raised a brow, "That cockiness of yours. You seriously can't turn it off for one second, huh? I actually like Taemin. It has nothing to do with you."
He pouted, sincerely and unintentionally. Minho took a step back, pressing back against the wall again. His head had spiraled since he first saw the object of his affection hanging out with his closest dongsaeng. The way she smiled when he did, the way her eyes lit up when she would see him. He wanted that. He wanted to be the one that got that look from her. He just wanted her and to be there for her.
Minho had enjoyed the chase. At the beginning, he was so sure that she would fall for him just like everyone seemed to, but, no, in the midst of racing to make her fall, he lost his heart to her. He didn't want to admit it, not that he had a choice. It was too obvious. She had his heart in her hands and refused to share hers.
Amber punched his arm, playfully, but powerful enough. He looked at her, but she wasn't looking at him. "Don't cry..."
Minho couldn't stop himself. He hadn't even realized he was crying, to be honest. It didn't phase him really until he felt her wiping away his tears. He held her hands in his one hand, using his other to force her to look up at him. "You don't hate me... Please, say you don't."
She sighed and shook her head. "I don't," she muttered, but he could hear it clearly enough.
"Then, give me a chance," he pleaded, gripping her hand a little, "Just one."
She adjusted her glasses and rolled her shoulders, looking a bit uncomfortable before she nodded, "That's all you're getting."
Minho couldn't help but to smile, internally cheering and throwing confetti. He accidentally mumbled something about how Taemin wasn't ready for a relationship anyway. It earned him another, much harder, hit to the arm and her saying how she was actually fine with that.
He rubbed his arm and then hugged her to him, pressing his lips to hers. She gave in and kissed back, pulling away first, "You're such a jerk." He pecked her lips again, interlocking his fingers and running out to the van with her.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Characters: Minho/Amber (Me)
Rating: PG...?
Legnth: 1,431 words
A/N: Retaliation for my eonnie's story, Hate. There will be an alternate ending because this is not how it would happen. I was just trying not to ruin her whole "Amber and Minho happily ever after" mindset.
Summary: Minho gave his heart to her, but, no matter what he did, she still didn't want it.
Things hadn’t changed much since...”the incident,” as Amber had begun to refer to whatever it was that happened between her and Minho. She hadn’t bothered acknowledging that it even happened after he’d left her and Jeanne’s place. She didn’t want to. She couldn’t believe that she had honestly let things get that far with him and she absolutely hated how it was messing with her head.
Weeks had gone by since it happened and Amber had gone to work with Jeanne still acting as if nothing had transpired. Jeanne was growing worried, realizing that her dongsaeng was treating the frog boy the same as she had before, or, in other words, she was back to pretty much denying his existence. Jeanne was also getting tired of the constant text messages of a worrying Minho. Her roommate seemed to be the only girl that could get the boy so riled up.
"Will you just talk to him already," Jeanne pleaded as they sat in the boys' dressing room while the boys were recording a show.
"I do talk to him," Amber rallied, "I helped him find his jacket and his cell phone, too."
"Amber-yah! You know what I mean!"
Amber sighed, slouching in her seat on the couch, "I have nothing to say to him."
Jeanne was prepared to battle the statement, but the other was already up and ready to work when the five came back into the room. Her unnie could be thankful for one thing that resulted from the not-so-secret interaction; it left her dongsaeng more focused on her work.
After the five had gotten back into their regular clothes, they bowed and thanked everyone and then headed out to the vans. Amber watched the boys pile in, Taemin being last. She spent a moment talking with him and then headed to her ride with Jeanne.
"What was that about," the older questioned as her dongsaeng climbed in.
"Oh, he's going to the dance room. I'm going with him."
Jeanne sighed heavily, drawing a curious look in response. The other had an idea as to why it was that she did it, but ignored it.
Back at the dormitory, the girls waited outside in the van. Jeanne was glaring at her, not even bothering to hide it. The younger ignored it like she ignored everything else she didn't want to be bothered with. She slid over when Taemin got in, unable to stop herself from making a face when Minho got in, too. The ride involved the two youngest chatting away, while the older two just watched them.
Jeanne pulled her intern aside once they'd all filed out of the vehicle, "Just what is wrong with you?"
"Absolutely nothing," she replied, running off to catch up with Taemin.
Minho followed Jeanne around on her few errands around the building like a sad puppy. No matter what he did, it seemed that he couldn't get the girl he wanted. Did she seriously hate him? And how could she just act like she felt nothing after what happened? She had to have felt something...right?
"Cheer up, will you?"
"How can I? She doesn't care, at all."
"She'll come around."
"You keep saying that."
"I know her pretty well. Just trust me. Don't give up on her. You'll bring her around."
They headed to the dance room to see if their dongsaengs were done yet. Justin Bieber's "As Long As You Love Me" blasted from the stereo, and they could hear it down the hall as they grew closer to the room. The two stared from the doorway as they watched Taemin and Amber dance to the song.
Amber had initiated the dance between the two of them, having got up and begun dancing to the song on her own. Taemin had been looking through her iPod for a song and she'd asked for him to stop on that one. He watched her dance for a moment before setting the song on repeat and getting up to dance with her. They had no idea how many times they'd restarted the dance, changed a few steps, restarted again, and followed through with the new steps.
The song was playing for the third time since Jeanne and Minho got to the door. "I've never seen her expression like that, let alone dance like that," Jeanne commented.
Minho pressed his back against the wall near the door, sliding down to the floor, "They fit well together."
Jeanne patted his head, "They're good dancers. Just relax."
"But do you see the look in her eyes?!"
"Hyung?" Taemin's voice called from the room, the music paused now.
Amber and Taemin walked to the door, catching their breath. "What's going on," the boy panted out. His dance partner leaned her head up from his shoulder, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead with the towel around her neck. She glanced from Minho to her unnie to Taemin, "I'll just get my iPod and we can go."
Taemin gave a disappointed look, but nodded and proceeded to get his duffel bag. Jeanne sighed, tapping Minho's leg with her foot, "Just say something."
"She's going to just brush off anything I say, as usual."
Jeanne "tapped" his leg a little harder, "What happened to that fighting spirit? You're just giving up like that?"
"What else am I supposed to do? I've done everything I can do."
"Minho-yah...are you actually...crying?" Amber was standing next to Jeanne now, iPod in hand.
"Hey, Minnie, let's go wait in the van, okay," Jeanne suggested, walking the younger boy outside.
Minho rubbed his already puffy eyes aggressively, ignoring the question. She kicked his leg, making him groan both in pain and in irritation. "You're an awful dongsaeng."
"You're an arrogant bastard. What the hell are you crying for?"
"You seriously don't know?"
"No, it's more like I'd rather not talk about it."
"Why not?! Did you seriously not even feel anything? Anything at all?"
"It doesn't matter if I did."
His puffy eyes lit up a little as he stood up. She'd given herself away by saying that and they both knew it, although she realized it a beat later than he did.
"Have you been trying to make me jealous with Taemin?"
Amber raised a brow, "That cockiness of yours. You seriously can't turn it off for one second, huh? I actually like Taemin. It has nothing to do with you."
He pouted, sincerely and unintentionally. Minho took a step back, pressing back against the wall again. His head had spiraled since he first saw the object of his affection hanging out with his closest dongsaeng. The way she smiled when he did, the way her eyes lit up when she would see him. He wanted that. He wanted to be the one that got that look from her. He just wanted her and to be there for her.
Minho had enjoyed the chase. At the beginning, he was so sure that she would fall for him just like everyone seemed to, but, no, in the midst of racing to make her fall, he lost his heart to her. He didn't want to admit it, not that he had a choice. It was too obvious. She had his heart in her hands and refused to share hers.
Amber punched his arm, playfully, but powerful enough. He looked at her, but she wasn't looking at him. "Don't cry..."
Minho couldn't stop himself. He hadn't even realized he was crying, to be honest. It didn't phase him really until he felt her wiping away his tears. He held her hands in his one hand, using his other to force her to look up at him. "You don't hate me... Please, say you don't."
She sighed and shook her head. "I don't," she muttered, but he could hear it clearly enough.
"Then, give me a chance," he pleaded, gripping her hand a little, "Just one."
She adjusted her glasses and rolled her shoulders, looking a bit uncomfortable before she nodded, "That's all you're getting."
Minho couldn't help but to smile, internally cheering and throwing confetti. He accidentally mumbled something about how Taemin wasn't ready for a relationship anyway. It earned him another, much harder, hit to the arm and her saying how she was actually fine with that.
He rubbed his arm and then hugged her to him, pressing his lips to hers. She gave in and kissed back, pulling away first, "You're such a jerk." He pecked her lips again, interlocking his fingers and running out to the van with her.