[FANFIC] You Found Me
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: G
Genre: AU/Fluff/Fluff/And more fluff
Summary: Taemin found Minho
LYSSIE ♥
The lights were loud, the crowd was noisy, horny and sweaty and Minho was drunk; drunk beyond his wits, beyond sanity, beyond his capacity of holding alcohol. He staggered through the sea of people, pushing them to make way, ignoring the cat calls and the fingers that groped his ass; he pushed himself away from the mob, and rested against the cold metal door that led to the back alley, nothing made sense in his life, nothing ever did; to everyone he was the rich, spoilt brat of some big industrialist who got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, traveled around in big cars, carried the latest of mobile phones, wore the best clothes. To the world he was all that and probably worse.
But he wasn’t all that, he never was. He never liked being labeled like that, he never wanted the phones, the clothes, the attention, the spotlight, none of it. He was lost, confused, hurt, alone, spiraling all by himself in an alien world, he was scared, afraid of the unknown, needy for attention, craving for love; he wanted friends, dinner with the family, a day of football, ice cream on a hot day, camp fire during holidays; he appreciated a sunny clear day more than he appreciated the latest car model.
He wanted someone with whom he could just be himself with; not the rich, recognized Choi Minho, just a normal twenty year old Choi Minho.
He struggled with the door for a while, opened it after a fight and let the cool night air greet his sweaty face, ignoring the pain throbbing in his head, he walked aimlessly around on the streets; not knowing what to do, not knowing where to go.
He stopped by some café to get himself a cup of coffee, it would help him sobering him down, getting him a little less drunk, a little more aware of where he was.
-
The door tinkled when Minho pushed it open and he heard a cheerful voice; “I am sorry, we’re closed for the night.”
Minho spotted a pretty boy behind the counter, cleaning up the place, a pink apron tied around his slim waist, he had the friendliest pair of eyes Minho had seen in a long time.
“Could I possibly have a cup of coffee?”
The boy frowned; “Sir, I am sorry bu- “
“Yes, I heard you …I just want a cup of coffee, I’ll pay you extra, please I am like really desperate.”
The boy sighed and walked around the counter towards the door. “Fine…” he shrugged, locking the shop; “I can’t want more people like you barging in.”
-
Minho watched the pretty little boy disappear into the kitchen and he sat by the counter, fiddling with his phone and studying the nicely decorated, brightly lit café. There was something warm about the whole café, something homely and sweet smelling.
The pretty boy appeared again carrying a tall cup steaming coffee; “Here you go, mister, a cup of coffee.” He said, placing the cup in front of Minho. “That would be twenty please.”
Minho smiled and pulled out a fifty and placed it on the counter; “Take a fifty.”
“The coffee is twenty and I would like a twenty, please.” The boy insisted. Minho smiled and pulled twenty.
. “And thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem…” the boy smiled.
“I should probably go.” Minho said, fiddling with the coffee.
“Yeah, it’s late.”
“I am afraid of the dark.” Minho blurted.
“What?”
Yeah, what? Exactly what are you doing, Choi Minho? Minho thought to himself.
“I am afraid of the dark.” Was what he said, repeated, staring hard at the cup.
“Uh…”
“I don’t like maths, I am scared of cockroaches, I want to play football for the rest of my life, I want to travel the world, I cheated on my entrance exam for the college, I once kicked my friend into his pool because he was annoying me, I have never been in a relationship, girl stuff scare me, I like hugs, pink is a cute color, I want to lick ice of a pole, I like hot chocolate with marshmallows and I wanted to be Superman when I was young.”
Minho hadn’t realized but he was teary; he blinked away his tears and looked up at the boy, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
“I am sorry.” Minho whispered, voice raspy and coarse. “I just - “
“I hate the dark, I don’t like maths, I want to play football but I have weak knees, my dream is to travel the world on sea, I am too scared to cheat, I run when I see cockroaches, girls are annoying, I like marshmallows in my hot chocolate, pink is cute and Superman is real.”
Minho stared at the boy; tearing threatening to spill; “I’m Minho…”
“I’m Taemin.” The boy smiled shyly.
Thanks Taemin, you found me.
“Do you want to - “
“Sure.”
-
Author’s Notes:
Lyssie, I love you and thank you for being in this world; I dunno who else would have topped me, but I love you. ♥
Rating: G
Genre: AU/Fluff/Fluff/And more fluff
Summary: Taemin found Minho
LYSSIE ♥
The lights were loud, the crowd was noisy, horny and sweaty and Minho was drunk; drunk beyond his wits, beyond sanity, beyond his capacity of holding alcohol. He staggered through the sea of people, pushing them to make way, ignoring the cat calls and the fingers that groped his ass; he pushed himself away from the mob, and rested against the cold metal door that led to the back alley, nothing made sense in his life, nothing ever did; to everyone he was the rich, spoilt brat of some big industrialist who got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, traveled around in big cars, carried the latest of mobile phones, wore the best clothes. To the world he was all that and probably worse.
But he wasn’t all that, he never was. He never liked being labeled like that, he never wanted the phones, the clothes, the attention, the spotlight, none of it. He was lost, confused, hurt, alone, spiraling all by himself in an alien world, he was scared, afraid of the unknown, needy for attention, craving for love; he wanted friends, dinner with the family, a day of football, ice cream on a hot day, camp fire during holidays; he appreciated a sunny clear day more than he appreciated the latest car model.
He wanted someone with whom he could just be himself with; not the rich, recognized Choi Minho, just a normal twenty year old Choi Minho.
He struggled with the door for a while, opened it after a fight and let the cool night air greet his sweaty face, ignoring the pain throbbing in his head, he walked aimlessly around on the streets; not knowing what to do, not knowing where to go.
He stopped by some café to get himself a cup of coffee, it would help him sobering him down, getting him a little less drunk, a little more aware of where he was.
-
The door tinkled when Minho pushed it open and he heard a cheerful voice; “I am sorry, we’re closed for the night.”
Minho spotted a pretty boy behind the counter, cleaning up the place, a pink apron tied around his slim waist, he had the friendliest pair of eyes Minho had seen in a long time.
“Could I possibly have a cup of coffee?”
The boy frowned; “Sir, I am sorry bu- “
“Yes, I heard you …I just want a cup of coffee, I’ll pay you extra, please I am like really desperate.”
The boy sighed and walked around the counter towards the door. “Fine…” he shrugged, locking the shop; “I can’t want more people like you barging in.”
-
Minho watched the pretty little boy disappear into the kitchen and he sat by the counter, fiddling with his phone and studying the nicely decorated, brightly lit café. There was something warm about the whole café, something homely and sweet smelling.
The pretty boy appeared again carrying a tall cup steaming coffee; “Here you go, mister, a cup of coffee.” He said, placing the cup in front of Minho. “That would be twenty please.”
Minho smiled and pulled out a fifty and placed it on the counter; “Take a fifty.”
“The coffee is twenty and I would like a twenty, please.” The boy insisted. Minho smiled and pulled twenty.
. “And thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem…” the boy smiled.
“I should probably go.” Minho said, fiddling with the coffee.
“Yeah, it’s late.”
“I am afraid of the dark.” Minho blurted.
“What?”
Yeah, what? Exactly what are you doing, Choi Minho? Minho thought to himself.
“I am afraid of the dark.” Was what he said, repeated, staring hard at the cup.
“Uh…”
“I don’t like maths, I am scared of cockroaches, I want to play football for the rest of my life, I want to travel the world, I cheated on my entrance exam for the college, I once kicked my friend into his pool because he was annoying me, I have never been in a relationship, girl stuff scare me, I like hugs, pink is a cute color, I want to lick ice of a pole, I like hot chocolate with marshmallows and I wanted to be Superman when I was young.”
Minho hadn’t realized but he was teary; he blinked away his tears and looked up at the boy, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
“I am sorry.” Minho whispered, voice raspy and coarse. “I just - “
“I hate the dark, I don’t like maths, I want to play football but I have weak knees, my dream is to travel the world on sea, I am too scared to cheat, I run when I see cockroaches, girls are annoying, I like marshmallows in my hot chocolate, pink is cute and Superman is real.”
Minho stared at the boy; tearing threatening to spill; “I’m Minho…”
“I’m Taemin.” The boy smiled shyly.
Thanks Taemin, you found me.
“Do you want to - “
“Sure.”
-
Author’s Notes:
Lyssie, I love you and thank you for being in this world; I dunno who else would have topped me, but I love you. ♥