Spin Prince;; Chapter 1.
SPIN PRINCE;; PG-13
"Minho, when was the last time you got laid?"
"Fuck you, Jonghyun. Hyung."
"Whoa, what's with the hostility? It's a serious question."
"Yeah, I can hear your sincerity clearly." Minho mutters, fighting every bone in his body to not go across the room and punch Jonghyun's ego into the hall. Minho can be a bit sensitive, people need to realize. But oh, how does Jonghyun love to push his buttons.
"Look, no need to get your briefs in a bunch, honey. I can't even remember the last time you had a girlfriend. It's just making me wonder..."
"Making you wonder what?"
"Nevermind," Jonghyun's voice stifles in his throat. Maybe he's gone a little too far.
"Making you wonder what, hyung?" Minho tries saying it a little softer and slower this time. He ends up sounding like a mafia hitman.
"Just wondering why a guy like you hasn't taken advantage of his looks you know," Jonghyun says softly, scared. He shows his real face when the idiot grin comes back and he adds, "You know, those smoldering eyes, long legs, stupid model looks that girls should be going for."
"It's not like you have a girl in here every night either, hyung. Get off your high horse."
"I-" The conversation ends with Jonghyun chickening out with whatever his lame rebuttal he couldn't come up with, climbing into his bed and shutting the lights not bothering to ask Minho if he wants to sleep or not in symbolism. Minho sighs, rolling his eyes to himself in the dark, before climbing into his own bed.
He can't sleep though, aptly consumed in thoughts about Jonghyun's teasing. When was the last time he had a girlfriend? When was the last time he had sex? He knows the answers more quickly than he'd like to admit, knowing very well he hadn't been with a girl since he broke up with his high school sweetheart more than a year ago, and that she was also the last, and well, first girl he had ever slept with. Once.
It had been awkward, messy and painful and they hadn't broken up too far after that and Minho always hoped that she hadn't broken up with him because he was bad in bed, but he kind of was.
Minho sighed, groaning into his pillow as he turned his body mass around.
Truthfully, Minho was all kinds of horrible when it came to girls. Sure he was chummy around his f(x) hoobaes, and he learned flirting tips thanks to Changmin, but when Boa stopped him from advancing any furthur one evening, telling him she had a long-term boyfriend all this while and while she adored Minho very much she thought she was sending out mixed signals or something, all Minho could reply with was a lame, "Oh."
There was also the one and only time when he had gotten piss drunk at his birthday party, and his hyungs had gone out with such a fest in joy that he was finally legal that Minho was sure the amount of alcohol he drank was enough to thirst a small country. He had woken up that morning, head throbbing, side by side with an equally smashed and half-naked Sooyoung next to him.
"Did we?"
"No, man. Gross - you were passed out by the time I got here." Sooyoung said in disgust, wiping the attractive slobber on her face before getting up off the bed, grabbing her clothes from the floor and running out of the room without looking back at Minho.
And that was that, and although Minho didn't feel any differently down there, he wasn't really ever sure if Sooyoung had been telling the truth that night. But it remained an open secret between the two, and whoever else was at the party, that was never ever talked about again. Ever.
So Minho had resigned to his fate of being the most fumbling idiot around girls that could rival Onew, and he usually kept up his broody facade around them, because that's the kind of person he was meant to be. He focused on Dream Team, his athleticism instead, what he was good at, what he excelled at, something that would never betray him. Until he maimed his leg, that is.
But god, did he really miss girls sometimes.
"I can hear you thinking from over here. Now shut up and please go to sleep." Jonghyun's irritation brings Minho back to reality and he blushes deep into his pillow, hating that he could be so obvious.
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He's backstage, one hand gripping his ice cold refreshment, the other clasping fingers around Taemin, possessively guiding him to their dressing room. There's really no reason to be holding hands with Taemin, ever, and Minho isn't really sure why he does it, but Taemin doesn't seem to mind and Minho likes the way it feels to have someone rely on him for guidance. He's not very good at guiding though, as he leads them straight into a collision around the corner; losing his grip on his soda and Taemin all at the same time, landing with a thud backwards onto the hard, marble ground.
That's going to bruise tomorrow.
He rubs the back of his head, scared to open his eyes and see the damage he's created but he can hear Taemin's concerned cries and he hates when Taemin sounds worried, it's his weakness and he knows it, so he slowly winces and pries his eyes open; the bright hall lights obstructed by something. It's not Taemin, he can immediately tell.
It's Goo Hara, or rather, oddles of Hara's hair covering his face and he can sort of see her face looking down at him if he winces hard enough.
"Minho-shi, are you okay?" she tries calling. Minho's seeing light and stars and a very, very pretty girl all at the same time, so he's not sure if he can answer that truthfully since that's not really okay, or normal.
"I think we should call someone, Taemin-shi," her voice is light and sort of sing-songy like a nightingale. Nightingale. Night night, Minho's mind drifts.
"Let me try." Taemin hovers over him, Minho can tell it's him because he recognizes the smell of eternal baby powder anywhere, and suddenly there are little lips upon his, is that Hara? he wonders, but very quickly he realizes it isn't and he sits up abruptly, momentarily forgetting the pain on his head.
"What the fuck, Taeminnie?" Minho mutters loudly, regretting the fowl word almost immediately. Cussing in front of a woman is never manly, his father had always told him.
"That's an interesting way to wake him up." Hara pipes up from behind Taemin, and Taemin gets off of Minho shyly. Minho looks up at Hara now, embarassed that he's on the floor, embarassed that the most action he's gotten in months was in front of her with Taemin, embarassed that she's giggling all beautifully like a mermaid and that she's offering him a hand now because he's still on that freaking floor. He takes it up though, making sure not to make eye contact. "You okay now?"
He absent-mindley rubs a hand on the back of his head, and there's no bump so he nods somewhat sheepishly.
"Still not much of a talker are you?" She quips, and Minho has no idea what to say so he just grunts.
"Well, I'm glad you are okay." Hara turns and walks away before Minho can do anymore grunting and he facepalms when he sees that her entire backside has been covered in a sticky substance matting to her clothes and hair, and it's all his fault. He doesn't know how she could have not felt or realized that his entire soda had spilled on her, but she backs around the next corner already and instead of saying sorry, another grunt escape his lips.
"She's very pretty, Minho hyung." Taemin slaps an arm across Minho's broad shoulders and he's brought back to reality again.
"Taeminnie, why did you kiss me?"
"It's what they do in the movies, hyung."
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He's trying to sleep again, distracted by the sounds of Jonghyun snoring heavily. He only snores when he's really sleepy and tired, Minho knows out of habit and this bothers him even more, knowing that Jonghyun is enjoying a relaxing slumber while he can't even start.
He can't even remember the last time he had seen Hara, face to face like that. Sure he had seen around at events and backstage at festivals and stuff but other than the quick formal hello's, there was nothing more.
He remembers the way he had felt after he had guest starred on Invincible Youth last year, all mushy and out of character when filming had ended. Hara had left such an impression on him with her endless gags, her ability to look good in tragic farm clothes, her indifference to getting a little dirty in the mud. Minho didn't know how to respond whenever she looked him in the eyes, whenever she talked to him like he was the only person there despite the fact that there was a 100 plus film crew watching their every move behind the camera lenses. Still, his heart had fluttered that day for the first time in a long time and he hadn't wanted to go home that night.
"You like her, don't you?" Sunny punched his arm in the car after filming wrapped up. Yuri scowled from the front seat, forcing her manager to switch seats with her, not happy with the way she had become second fiddle. Yuri's hot, but she's no Hara, Minho thought to himself getting wrapped up in thoughts of Hara's smile again.
"No, noona. She's just nice." He brooded so well. Sunny laughed loudly.
"I can set you up with her if you want. She's single right now," Sunny hummed, her last words going up a tone. Minho thought about this for a second, wanting to immediately say yes. But sense clouded his wise mind.
"She's just a nice girl, that's all."
"If you say so."
A year later, and Minho's wishing he hadn't said so. All those months slaving away, practicing how to vault and run and gain muscle had been sort of a waste, he realized a little after his injury. Because while he was out getting gold, he hadn't been scoring in the most important way.
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"Kibum, give me Hara's number." Minho says nicely, but his voice growls whenever he's nervous and his growl comes deep.
"What? No." Key backs away from Minho, moving to the sink, but Minho's twenty times faster and he corners him into the fridge. "Jonghyun told me you are sexually frustrated...Hara's too nice a girl for that."
"It's not like that Kibum-ah," Minho cries, making a mental note to punch Jonghyun in the balls later.
"Then?"
"I just-I just want her number. I don't know- to talk."
"Talking is NOT your forte." Minho hates when Key talks like a smart-ass, which is always, but he has a point there and Minho has no idea how he would start up a conversation with Hara in the first place, but he's already asked, and it's the principal of the matter at this point.
"Come on, man. Get her number from Nicole or something, as a favor. For me?" Minho leans in closer, working his big soulful eyes on to Key, rubbing the other boy's stomach suggestively. Key looks back at him with disdain and a little disgust, Minho thinks. But whatever, he totally likes it, Minho tells himself, rubbing Key's lack of abs even harder.
"First off, I already have Hara's number. Secondly, using me to get out your sexual frustrations isn't helping anyone," Key spits out, prying Minho's hands off of him, "And thirdly, your eyes kind of bug out in different directions when you make that expression, so I highly suggest that you never try using that on a girl if that's your seduction face. Just FYI."
Normal Minho would have been embarassed and fled out the room, but the new lusty Minho didn't care.
"So you have Hara's number?"
Key rolls his eyes at Minho, turning around to open the fridge and grab the milk.
"That's all you got? Come on, man. If you really her want her number you have to ask her yourself."
"Come on, just give it to me." Minho sighs.
"Get it like how I did it. It's easy."
"Says the man who has every girl in Seoul's number stored in his phone." Minho sighs, leaving the kitchen in admitted defeat.
"You have a point with that." Key shrugs his shoulders, nodding in response. "Still not giving you the number though!"
"Knew you wouldn't." Minho mutters under his breath, grabbing the basketball off the floor, leaving the apartment. Fitness over girls was always the easier option.
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Somehow Minho has ended up right in front of Hara, in SHINee's dressing room at Star King thanks to Nicole and Key's limited meddling. Only they have left them alone, awkwardly giggling in the corner behind all their stylists and coordis and the awkwardness that Minho had been anticipating was even more awkward now that they had an audience. He had no idea what to say, the lines of reality blurring from dreams all too soon.
"How'd you do that last trick out there?" Hara finally breaks the silence, shifting her heels awkwardly on the ground. Minho's so occupied with trying to decide whether to cross his arms, or not cross them, or cross them again that he barely makes out the last of her sentence and responds with a lag.
"Uh," he mumbles. "It was just a trick of the light. We rehearsed it earlier." He says straightly.
"Oh," Hara replies back and Minho can hear the disappointment all over her voice. Why was it so hard to talk to her? "Well, it was cool."
"Thanks," Minho tries smiling, looking down at her, when Key's irritating voice plays in his head and he remembers what he said about his seductive face. Hara's looking up at him questionably, and he wonders just how distorted his face has become as he tries not looking bugged out, but he's failing. Badly.
"You okay? You look...weird," Hara says, her words sweet but freaked out. She reaches up and places one of those gentle hands on his forehead and Minho swears he's sweating stars and the feeling still sticks when she moves her hand away. "You don't have a fever."
She leans back, titling her head sideways, and her lush hair cascades to the side. It's long and pretty and it's so gorgeous that Minho wonder what it'd be like to wake up lost in that every morning, get caught up in those luscious locks that look like pure silk and probably feel like it too. The horny side of him wonders what it'd be like to tug those locks into his fingers, if Hara would scream like crazy when his fingers would curl around them hard when they were having sex.
"What are you doing?"
"What?" He mumbles again. Hara's voice is bringing back him back to reality, and he snaps his vision onto her face and he realizes a little too late that he has a clump of her hair in his hand and he's caressing it and she looks scared shitless. He let goes a little too quickly, tugging some strands in between his fingers, and she winces as her entire head gets pulled until he's able to unwrap his fingers and retreat his hand back to his side, where it should have been the whole time.
"There was a bug in your hair, it's gone now." He tries to save face by saying it suavely. It's not working out so well, and she still looks scared as ever. Minho tries ignoring Key's huge dissapproving frown in the background, wondering instead what's the best protocol to saying sorry. But Minho gets distracted, this time by Hara again, as she places her hand on his forearm, the light hairs on his skin prickling from her little touch.
"Minho,"
"Yeah," he manages to choke out.
"I was just wondering," Oh, god. Here it comes. She's going to ask him to leave her alone and stop being such a creeper. "If I could have your number?"
Minho looks down at her, utterly confused. She's holding her cellphone in her other hand, shyly pushing it into his chest. Well, this was going to be easier than he expected. A smile escapes his face, one that he can't help and he knows this one is charming because this time Hara is the one who blushes madly.
"Minho hyung, we're up!" Taemin's suddenly on his side, patting him impatiently. Minho tries to casually punch in his number, avoiding eye contact with Hara, before he presses send, calling his own phone to seal the deal. He hears his monotone ringtone start from the other side of the room, phone shoveled in his bags somewhere and a complacent smile comes across his face because he now has Hara's number whether she likes it or not. He hands back her phone, mistakingly looking down into her eyes again, and boy can her eyes rival his; sparking, big, glassy and doe-eyed.
He's smitten.
"Hyung!" Taemin's digging into his side now, and Minho interlaces his fingers with Taemin's distractedley, never breaking eye contact with Hara until he absolutely has to as he steps out of the doorframe.
---
They're at some pre-school, filming some promotional video for some charity event and they've all been paired up into partners. Minho would've shot the producer hyungs if they hadn't paired him with Hara; but luckily they did and he thanked his lucky stars and lucky underwear for the nice twist of fate.
"Don't eat that, silly." He murmurs to the heartbreakingly adorable three year old girl sitting in his lap as she leans over the playset trying to eat a red lego. He shifts his weight over, taking the lego out of her reach, distracting the toddler with a tickle-fest instead. Innocent laughter fills the room, fills his heart. Minho honestly can't wait to have children, three of his own that look just like him, he wants to manifest.
He glances up for a second to his side, where Hara struggles with two babies on each arm, one crying, the other flailing out of her reach attempting to grab the pacifier that's fallen on the ground. Minho places his 3-year-old best friend on the floor gently, making sure the legos are well out of her reach, and rushes to Hara's side, grabbing the crying baby into his arms, rocking and cooing at him softly, until he shuts up.
"You've got to make sure that she doesn't actually put that in her mouth," Minho nods his head towards the pacifier on the floor. A disoriented Hara reaches down, putting the pacifier on the table aside, looking back at Minho exasperated, underneath piles of hair. A nanny comes over just in time, briskly taking away the baby in Hara's arms and Minho's other best friend, leaving Minho and Hara alone with the baby in his arms.
He offers her a smile, looking down at the baby again. He's quiet now, eyes lidded, and Minho knows he can stop rocking, so he slowly stands to a still. Hara looks at him differently, her eyes wide and unreadable. Minho swats his free arm around his face, brushing his hair crazily.
"What, is there something on me?"
"You're a natural." She sounds amazed, and Minho laughs, the first time he's ever felt confident in front of Hara.
"I guess doing Hello, Baby paid off."
"No, no. You're a complete natural. It's in your blood or something," she says her voice dripping in shock. Minho's taken aback at her words. Hara's said something about himself that he never heard or knew before.
Not knowing how to respond, he eases the baby into Hara's refusing arms, insisting she take him. He expertly places the baby's head in a safe position, bending down to marvel at how incredibly tiny a human could possibly be. He looks up at Hara, enjoying the new angle, her scared expression even cuter in the flourscent lights hitting her from above.
He bends back straight, takes a deep breath, moving in closer towards her, wrapping his arms bravely around her petite ones and he tries to control his hormones when he smells the slight waft of her cotton candy perfume. He focuses on her arms, rocking them back and forth into a motion, only stopping when he realizes he's in such a deep daze, he's suddenly sleepy.
"You've got to craddle babies in a circular pattern or else they'll never sleep," he whispers, arms still wrapped her. There's cameras and people around, he knows, but he still leans in for a split second, inhaling her warm scent, his head dipping into her hair for that second.
"This is nice," Hara's voice is breathy, caught up in the moment and he can barely make out out her words but he nods to nothing anyway, opening his eyes that had closed on their own, backing away slowly. He looks around the room and he's safe, except for the huge, enormous grin on Onew's face from the other side, but he can deal with being embarrassed on the car ride home later.
"You know," Hara continues, turning to face Minho, rocking the baby in her arms still, "I was sort of hoping you'd call me after we exchanged numbers, Minho-shi."
Minho feels his face burn when his name creeps on her lips, and he swears the look she's giving him right then is naughty and not just the lighting playing tricks on him.
"Oh," Minho can only manage to mutter out, staying true to his broody image.
"I also sort of hoped that you'd hold my hand the way you do with Taemin one day," her voice is soft, so soft and tender and Minho fights every bone in his body to not leap over to her side and take her hands into his calling her his, his, his at that very spot. He tries that charming smile again, leaning over her, pretending to pay attention to the baby instead.
He positions himself in such a way that he can lurk subtle smell jives into her hair, and he applauds his creativity.
---
Minho sneaks their first kisses behind the cars after filming is wrapped for the day. The first catches her off guard, and she giggles like crazy, both nervously looking around, scared but liking the idea that anyone could find them being such blubbering, fumbling idiots. Together.
The second time he leans in, he takes a hand possessively to her chin, cupping it sweetly. The kiss is more smooth, and it's soft and Hara doesn't giggle anymore when they finally break apart, instead an euphoric wave coming over as her eyes stay shut. Minho wants to stare at her forever, she's ten times more beautiful like that then he could ever imagine. Except it's very real, she's real and he's the one who made her look like that.
He can't help himself as he leans in for the third time, brushing his lips against hers again, slightly parting hers, and he knows he shouldn't, but he hasn't been with a girl for so long that he can't resist to snake a little tongue in the action. He hears Hara's breath hitch a little, but she's not saying no as she exhales into his mouth, pressing her teeth against his, awkwardly, clashing anxiously. He courageously pulls his hands around her body, lightly brushing her skin in places he probably shouldn't in a public parking lot.
When they break away, Minho can't catch his breath and Hara can't either, and he leans his forehead into hers, melting at her smile and Minho makes a promise to himself to text her right when he gets home.
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