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YAY I ACTUALLY FINISHED IT 8)) yay lol longest oneshot i have ever written so far and i know its not actually really long but wtv 8PP. I AM HAPPY WITH IT. un-beta-d so tell me if i have any like mistakes :\ i know i have some dont worry DONT BE SHY 8)
❝i used to love going to school |pg-13 taemin/minho
by: me; he used to love going to school
Taemin dreaded going to school, all the taunting about his looks hey lee taemin you are such a fucking girl hahahahah long hair short hair all a girl , his ability hahahaha yah lee! You call that dancingggg? Then I also can become an idol, just swaying my body and all yah lee taemin the least you can do is sing better right? Like look at your other members you are so stupid to think so highly of yourself huh. But every time someone pushed him, shoved him, threw something at him, he didn’t dare retaliate. ‘There is nothing I can do’ He thought. If he did they’d just think he thought he was big shot and anyway there was no way he could fight back all of them. Not at all at once.
He dreaded going to school, he dreaded school work, he dreaded the people in school, he dreaded how he was always bullied in school, and he hated school in general. He never told his hyungs about the bullying, its not much he thought, not something I can’t handle myself . Taemin disliked always being the magnae, how he was always labeled as ‘forever depending’ on his hyungs. Sometimes he’d hint it but then decided against it and would lead the subject away.
He did try to keep the news away from his hyungs.
But word got out anyways.
--
“argh I hate school I hate homework I hate chemistry I hate math” Taemin cried as he threw his pencil violently onto his worksheet. Not that it made anything better. Taemin sighed, and continued his rant to himself. “I hate the teacher, forever asking me questions and those classmates who-” Just then he felt a familiar pair of hands draping themselves across his shoulders. “The classmates who what?” A even more familiar deep voice asked, before the owner of the voice kissed Taemin’s hair.
After all these months that action has never failed to send shivers down Taemin’s spine. “Minho hyung.” Taemin says while blushing, acknowledging the older one’s presence. “MmhmmWhafmwemryoufmsayimm?” Minho says into Taemin’s hair and it tickles. Taemin giggles and squirms in Minho’s arms, trying to turn around to face his boyfriend.
“Nothing.” He mumbles half-heartedly and Minho doesn’t notice, he only pulls Taemin up and kisses him before dragging him into the kitchen for dinner.
--
Surprisingly it was Jonghyun who found out, but then again it is he who has the most time to spend, and the internet is just there. It started out with him watching their performances, analyzing his parts, and then clicking onto their fan sites, and then onto the latest article and then, BAM, he found it.
He found it hard to believe at first if it was true Taemin would have told us he thought but there were pictures to add to the fan accounts and Jonghyun found himself tearing. This can’t go on He decided as he bookmarked the page and ran to find Jinki.
Fortunately, or not, Taemin was out that day, at school, leaving the elder 4 at home.
Jonghyun was never really good at explaining so he shoved the laptop to Jinki’s face, causing the poor leader to fall back onto his bed and scream. This made Kibum rush to check if Jinki was alright even though Jinki screams all the time. Thank god he was on a bed Kibum thought before rolling his eyes.
Kibum then raised an eyebrow at Jonghyun and Jonghyun just pointed towards the laptop. Kibum then scrambled to the bed and sat beside the leader, snuggling on his shoulders.
“What is it Jonghyun?” Jinki asked before squinting to read the article.
“Taemin is being-” “OH MY GAWD WHAT?!” Kibum shrieked before snatching the laptop out of Jinki’s hands and onto his lap.
Jinki stared wide-eyed at Jonghyun. “Is this true? How come he never told us?” Jonghyun shrugged at Jinki.
“H-h-how could they do this to my baby?” Kibum half-wailed. “How could he-He knows he can trust us.” He sniffed before a moment of silence overcame them.
“Do you think Minho knows?” Jinki softly let out.
Jonghyun shrugged, “well I think if he knew he would have kicked those bastards asses a long time ago.”
“What should we do?” Jinki asked, looking at the younger two. They usually always had ideas to solve situations like these.
Jonghyun shrugged again at Jinki and Jonghyun both turned to look at Kibum, who had been silently reading the article again all this while. Kibum looked up and puffed his cheeks out. “Well, there must be a reason why he didn’t tell us. Or tell me. Or Minho.”
“We should tell Minho.” Jinki said affirmingly. “Tell me what?” And Jonghyun screamed. “OH MY GOD MINHO YOU HAVE TO STOP DOING THAT!” The said male smirked and grabbed the laptop from Kibum’s lap. “Wait Minho you shouldn’t…read. That.”
As Minho eyes scanned the page, his grip on the laptop tightened. Just as Minho was about to crush the laptop, Jonghyun grabbed it again out of Minho’s hands. “You had better buy me a new one if you had crushed it” Jonghyun mumbled.“Bastards.” Minho spat out, balling his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, he turned on his heels and stalked out of the room, but Kibum grabbed his wrist, “wait.”
Minho glared at Kibum darkly, with Kibum knowingly not looking at his direction. “Taemin must have not told us for a reason.” He said softly, his other free hand playing with end threads of Jinki’s shirt.
Minho looked from Jonghyun to Jinki to Kibum and they were all kind of either silently nodding at him or had the distant look in their eyes. But deep down Minho knew it was true and it hurt. It hurt to know that Taemin didn’t trust him enough, didn’t believe in him enough, and he hated himself for not being able to protect him, or being the last one in the whole group to know. you are the last one to know about your boyfriend's torment Minho wanted to punch himself too.
Then Jinki, being the oldest and all offered “Why don’t you ask him when he gets back, then we’ll all have time to think.” And Minho grunted in response.
“And no one is to get out of the house until he gets back.” Kibum quipped and looked at Minho. “I don’t want to hear about any injured schoolboys.” And Minho grunted even louder.
--
A few hours later, Taemin tiredly trudged through the front door yawning, slipping off his muddy school shoes and left them right at the front door being the rebellious teenager he was. But after second thought he quickly picked it up and plonked it on the rack, he never defied Kibum before anyway, damn guilty conscience he thought.
Their dorm was unusually quiet considering the fact that the rest of the members were at home.
Taemin furrowed his eyebrows in thought before heading towards his bedroom. Well he liked to call it his even though he had to share it with Jinki and Kibum and it was tiring because he had to put up with their loving antics while he and his boyfriend were separated. But no one wanted to argue with Kibum when he shrieked at him and Minho wanting to share a room when their manager told them that they could split rooms.
Slowly he opened the door and saw Kibum, Jinki and Jonghyun huddled together near Jinki’s bed. Curious, he walked towards them leaning down to try and hear their conversation.
“…you know I think we should ask Taemin about. I don’t think he is going to tell us about it any time soon.” Jonghyun muttered.“Ask me what?” Taemin asked brightly and the three older member’s heads snapped up while Jonghyun jumped up a little in shock.
“ OHMYGAWD TAEMIN STOP THAT! ISWEAR YOU AND MINHO ARE CONSPIRING TO SCARE ME TODAY RIGHT!! Oh my my poor heart.” Jonghyun screamed and Taemin chuckled.
Kibum and Jinki exchanged glances and Kibum whispered into to Jinki’s ear. Taemin stood there dumbly and frowned, am I again too young to know? Jonghyun coughed to break the awkward silence.
“I think Minho wants to see you.” Kibum said hoarsely, raising his arm to point towards the door.
Because standing by the bedroom door was Minho with forlorn eyes and clenched fists.
He dragged Taemin out and into his and Jonghyun’s shared bedroom and pushed Taemin into his swivel chair, throwing his backpack off in the process. Taemin whimpered and the force and wondered what had made the elder so agitated.
Minho wasn’t the type to confront a person if he knew there was a problem, normally he would trust the person to tell him. If the person didn’t tell him, there must have been a reason. “screw Kibum” Minho thought. But this was different. When he had read the article something burned inside him and made him rage at the thought of people pushing, shoving and throwing things at Taemin. He had never felt like this before.
Minho closed his eyes and sat on edge of his bed facing Taemin. The pain had come back, the disappointment he had in himself that he had not done enough to let Taemin trust him. He would never question Taemin up front, he, he didn’t have the courage to face Taemin.
“Do you trust me?” He whispered, not bearing to open his eyes.
Taemin frowned and cocked his head to the side. “Of course I do hyung, completely.” And paused. “Why?” and he reaches forward to grab Minho’s hand; it was shaking.
Then Minho took a deep breath, and said with an equally shaky voice: “then why didn’t you tell about the bastards in your school?”
And Taemin gasped and sat straight up, hand unconsciously tightening in Minho’s grip. A million thoughts ran through his mind how did he know how did he find out do the others know shit I probably should have told him earlier no huh I don’t know but Taemin just sighed and closed his eyes along with Minho.
Memories of all the past events in school flooded back into his mind and soon he found himself pouring everything out to Minho, events since two years ago, his insecurity, how he wanted to be independent, strong, and how he didn’t want to burden Minho, but yet he couldn’t do anything about the events in school, and soon both of them where crying, with Taemin clutching Minho to his chest.
After they ran out of tears and almost suffocated themselves hugging each other, Minho pulled Taemin close and kissed his forehead, “I still want to kill those bastards” and Taemin chuckled but choked on his saliva halfway, “I don’t want you to go to jail.”
And Minho smiled and slowly meshed their lips together, Taemin sighed and melted into the kiss, opening his mouth, trying to pick up the pace but Minho pulled away abruptly and Taemin frowned. “You have to promise not to keep anything from me from now on. Trust me.” Taemin giggled and tiptoed, whispering into Minho’s ear “I forever will” and pulled Minho down to claim his lips again.
And it was all peaceful again with Taemin and Minho k-
“EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU DONE SNOGGING EACH OTHER? BECAUSE TAEMIN MY DEAR I STILL WANT TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTION YOU KNOW?”
The 2 in the room broke apart, Taemin giggled saying “Umma calls” and pulled Minho to his feet. The elder rolled his eyes and reluctantly followed Taemin as he opened the door.
He smiled as he watched Taemin getting tackled by the other member. Through this incident he learnt about Taemin’s insecurities and vowed to become a better boyfriend and- ah screw it he thought, where does kibum keep the knife.
❝i used to love going to school |pg-13 taemin/minho
by: me; he used to love going to school
Taemin dreaded going to school, all the taunting about his looks hey lee taemin you are such a fucking girl hahahahah long hair short hair all a girl , his ability hahahaha yah lee! You call that dancingggg? Then I also can become an idol, just swaying my body and all yah lee taemin the least you can do is sing better right? Like look at your other members you are so stupid to think so highly of yourself huh. But every time someone pushed him, shoved him, threw something at him, he didn’t dare retaliate. ‘There is nothing I can do’ He thought. If he did they’d just think he thought he was big shot and anyway there was no way he could fight back all of them. Not at all at once.
He dreaded going to school, he dreaded school work, he dreaded the people in school, he dreaded how he was always bullied in school, and he hated school in general. He never told his hyungs about the bullying, its not much he thought, not something I can’t handle myself . Taemin disliked always being the magnae, how he was always labeled as ‘forever depending’ on his hyungs. Sometimes he’d hint it but then decided against it and would lead the subject away.
He did try to keep the news away from his hyungs.
But word got out anyways.
--
“argh I hate school I hate homework I hate chemistry I hate math” Taemin cried as he threw his pencil violently onto his worksheet. Not that it made anything better. Taemin sighed, and continued his rant to himself. “I hate the teacher, forever asking me questions and those classmates who-” Just then he felt a familiar pair of hands draping themselves across his shoulders. “The classmates who what?” A even more familiar deep voice asked, before the owner of the voice kissed Taemin’s hair.
After all these months that action has never failed to send shivers down Taemin’s spine. “Minho hyung.” Taemin says while blushing, acknowledging the older one’s presence. “MmhmmWhafmwemryoufmsayimm?” Minho says into Taemin’s hair and it tickles. Taemin giggles and squirms in Minho’s arms, trying to turn around to face his boyfriend.
“Nothing.” He mumbles half-heartedly and Minho doesn’t notice, he only pulls Taemin up and kisses him before dragging him into the kitchen for dinner.
--
Surprisingly it was Jonghyun who found out, but then again it is he who has the most time to spend, and the internet is just there. It started out with him watching their performances, analyzing his parts, and then clicking onto their fan sites, and then onto the latest article and then, BAM, he found it.
He found it hard to believe at first if it was true Taemin would have told us he thought but there were pictures to add to the fan accounts and Jonghyun found himself tearing. This can’t go on He decided as he bookmarked the page and ran to find Jinki.
Fortunately, or not, Taemin was out that day, at school, leaving the elder 4 at home.
Jonghyun was never really good at explaining so he shoved the laptop to Jinki’s face, causing the poor leader to fall back onto his bed and scream. This made Kibum rush to check if Jinki was alright even though Jinki screams all the time. Thank god he was on a bed Kibum thought before rolling his eyes.
Kibum then raised an eyebrow at Jonghyun and Jonghyun just pointed towards the laptop. Kibum then scrambled to the bed and sat beside the leader, snuggling on his shoulders.
“What is it Jonghyun?” Jinki asked before squinting to read the article.
“Taemin is being-” “OH MY GAWD WHAT?!” Kibum shrieked before snatching the laptop out of Jinki’s hands and onto his lap.
Jinki stared wide-eyed at Jonghyun. “Is this true? How come he never told us?” Jonghyun shrugged at Jinki.
“H-h-how could they do this to my baby?” Kibum half-wailed. “How could he-He knows he can trust us.” He sniffed before a moment of silence overcame them.
“Do you think Minho knows?” Jinki softly let out.
Jonghyun shrugged, “well I think if he knew he would have kicked those bastards asses a long time ago.”
“What should we do?” Jinki asked, looking at the younger two. They usually always had ideas to solve situations like these.
Jonghyun shrugged again at Jinki and Jonghyun both turned to look at Kibum, who had been silently reading the article again all this while. Kibum looked up and puffed his cheeks out. “Well, there must be a reason why he didn’t tell us. Or tell me. Or Minho.”
“We should tell Minho.” Jinki said affirmingly. “Tell me what?” And Jonghyun screamed. “OH MY GOD MINHO YOU HAVE TO STOP DOING THAT!” The said male smirked and grabbed the laptop from Kibum’s lap. “Wait Minho you shouldn’t…read. That.”
As Minho eyes scanned the page, his grip on the laptop tightened. Just as Minho was about to crush the laptop, Jonghyun grabbed it again out of Minho’s hands. “You had better buy me a new one if you had crushed it” Jonghyun mumbled.“Bastards.” Minho spat out, balling his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, he turned on his heels and stalked out of the room, but Kibum grabbed his wrist, “wait.”
Minho glared at Kibum darkly, with Kibum knowingly not looking at his direction. “Taemin must have not told us for a reason.” He said softly, his other free hand playing with end threads of Jinki’s shirt.
Minho looked from Jonghyun to Jinki to Kibum and they were all kind of either silently nodding at him or had the distant look in their eyes. But deep down Minho knew it was true and it hurt. It hurt to know that Taemin didn’t trust him enough, didn’t believe in him enough, and he hated himself for not being able to protect him, or being the last one in the whole group to know. you are the last one to know about your boyfriend's torment Minho wanted to punch himself too.
Then Jinki, being the oldest and all offered “Why don’t you ask him when he gets back, then we’ll all have time to think.” And Minho grunted in response.
“And no one is to get out of the house until he gets back.” Kibum quipped and looked at Minho. “I don’t want to hear about any injured schoolboys.” And Minho grunted even louder.
--
A few hours later, Taemin tiredly trudged through the front door yawning, slipping off his muddy school shoes and left them right at the front door being the rebellious teenager he was. But after second thought he quickly picked it up and plonked it on the rack, he never defied Kibum before anyway, damn guilty conscience he thought.
Their dorm was unusually quiet considering the fact that the rest of the members were at home.
Taemin furrowed his eyebrows in thought before heading towards his bedroom. Well he liked to call it his even though he had to share it with Jinki and Kibum and it was tiring because he had to put up with their loving antics while he and his boyfriend were separated. But no one wanted to argue with Kibum when he shrieked at him and Minho wanting to share a room when their manager told them that they could split rooms.
Slowly he opened the door and saw Kibum, Jinki and Jonghyun huddled together near Jinki’s bed. Curious, he walked towards them leaning down to try and hear their conversation.
“…you know I think we should ask Taemin about. I don’t think he is going to tell us about it any time soon.” Jonghyun muttered.“Ask me what?” Taemin asked brightly and the three older member’s heads snapped up while Jonghyun jumped up a little in shock.
“ OHMYGAWD TAEMIN STOP THAT! ISWEAR YOU AND MINHO ARE CONSPIRING TO SCARE ME TODAY RIGHT!! Oh my my poor heart.” Jonghyun screamed and Taemin chuckled.
Kibum and Jinki exchanged glances and Kibum whispered into to Jinki’s ear. Taemin stood there dumbly and frowned, am I again too young to know? Jonghyun coughed to break the awkward silence.
“I think Minho wants to see you.” Kibum said hoarsely, raising his arm to point towards the door.
Because standing by the bedroom door was Minho with forlorn eyes and clenched fists.
He dragged Taemin out and into his and Jonghyun’s shared bedroom and pushed Taemin into his swivel chair, throwing his backpack off in the process. Taemin whimpered and the force and wondered what had made the elder so agitated.
Minho wasn’t the type to confront a person if he knew there was a problem, normally he would trust the person to tell him. If the person didn’t tell him, there must have been a reason. “screw Kibum” Minho thought. But this was different. When he had read the article something burned inside him and made him rage at the thought of people pushing, shoving and throwing things at Taemin. He had never felt like this before.
Minho closed his eyes and sat on edge of his bed facing Taemin. The pain had come back, the disappointment he had in himself that he had not done enough to let Taemin trust him. He would never question Taemin up front, he, he didn’t have the courage to face Taemin.
“Do you trust me?” He whispered, not bearing to open his eyes.
Taemin frowned and cocked his head to the side. “Of course I do hyung, completely.” And paused. “Why?” and he reaches forward to grab Minho’s hand; it was shaking.
Then Minho took a deep breath, and said with an equally shaky voice: “then why didn’t you tell about the bastards in your school?”
And Taemin gasped and sat straight up, hand unconsciously tightening in Minho’s grip. A million thoughts ran through his mind how did he know how did he find out do the others know shit I probably should have told him earlier no huh I don’t know but Taemin just sighed and closed his eyes along with Minho.
Memories of all the past events in school flooded back into his mind and soon he found himself pouring everything out to Minho, events since two years ago, his insecurity, how he wanted to be independent, strong, and how he didn’t want to burden Minho, but yet he couldn’t do anything about the events in school, and soon both of them where crying, with Taemin clutching Minho to his chest.
After they ran out of tears and almost suffocated themselves hugging each other, Minho pulled Taemin close and kissed his forehead, “I still want to kill those bastards” and Taemin chuckled but choked on his saliva halfway, “I don’t want you to go to jail.”
And Minho smiled and slowly meshed their lips together, Taemin sighed and melted into the kiss, opening his mouth, trying to pick up the pace but Minho pulled away abruptly and Taemin frowned. “You have to promise not to keep anything from me from now on. Trust me.” Taemin giggled and tiptoed, whispering into Minho’s ear “I forever will” and pulled Minho down to claim his lips again.
And it was all peaceful again with Taemin and Minho k-
“EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU DONE SNOGGING EACH OTHER? BECAUSE TAEMIN MY DEAR I STILL WANT TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTION YOU KNOW?”
The 2 in the room broke apart, Taemin giggled saying “Umma calls” and pulled Minho to his feet. The elder rolled his eyes and reluctantly followed Taemin as he opened the door.
He smiled as he watched Taemin getting tackled by the other member. Through this incident he learnt about Taemin’s insecurities and vowed to become a better boyfriend and- ah screw it he thought, where does kibum keep the knife.